#umm... what happened? i thought she stopped aging?

[michigo-eevee-trainer]

An Eclipse

Ok so this is a short story I made from one of @kyri45 asks for their Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU. They were asked what would happen when Wukong saw Macaque with white fur for the first time. And this idea stuck in my brain until I finally wrote. So here you go. My take on what happened that day. Sorry if my writing isn't very good.

~~~~~~

Liu'er looked up at the night sky. The moon was glowing brightly meaning it was one thing. An Eclipse. Liu'er let out a breath allowing his glamours to fall away. He thought back to the first time he had experienced an eclipse. How his shadow powers suddenly stopped working. How much he had panicked thinking he was losing his powers completely. It took him a while to calm down where his Mother had explained what was going on. How the Eclipse was messing with his shadow powers and he would get them back when the Eclipse was done. His Mother, or should he say the one who raised him, showed him how to get his powers back through the Eclipse. Not even his true Mother, and she was the one to teach him so much. Liu'er looked at his hands which now had white fur. The white fur was almost glowing meaning they were getting close.

It was a quiet night and no other monkey was around. Most monkeys wanted nothing to do with Liu'er anyways. Not that he minded, especially when it came to this. It would just take too long to explain if someone had spotted him doing this. Liu'er closed his eyes just taking in the calm breeze as he waited.

"Whoa!"

Liu'er flinched and quickly whipped around towards the noise. Wukong was standing there. Wukong was just staring at him with his jaw dropped a bit. Liu'er felt his nerves spike at being caught.

"W-Wait I…I can…"

"You look…" Then Wukong's face shifted from amazement to worry, "Wait! Are you aging! Is that why you're turning white?!"

"What?! No?! No No! That's not--"

"You're aging quickly! Hold on! I figure out how to--"

"Wukong I'm not aging! I'm--"

A feeling passed over Liu'er causing him to look up at the sky. The Eclipse was almost about to start. There wasn't a lot of time.

"Just One Minute!" Liu'er turned to the Eclipse.

Liu'er quickly began to go through the motion of Eclipse that he had been taught. He toned out Wukong as he needed to focus for this. As he went through this, his fur slowly turned back to black. It only took about a minute or so for his fur to become fully black again. Which was also the time when the Moon was completely covered. Liu'er gave a small sigh of relief before turning back to Wukong. His condition hadn't gotten any better. He still looked so worried but there was also a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Liu'er gave a small smile, "See? I'm fine. I'm not aging or--"

Wukong tackled Liu'er down knocking the wind out of him.

Wukong hugged him tightly, "I was so worried. Liu'er!"

"Wukong, I'm fine. I promise. I'm fine. This happens every year."

Wukong looked up at him, "What do you mean?"

Liu'er gave a small sigh before asking, "Remember my shadow powers?"

Wukong gave a nod so Liu'er explained, "When we got close to the Eclipse, my powers start going away. And with my magic going away, it reveals my natural fur color. Once the Eclipse is over, I get my powers back."

Wukong stared at him for a moment before asking, "Your fur is naturally white?"

Liu'er blinked in surprise at the question. Out of all the information he just got, that was the question he was going to ask.

"Umm…Yeah."

"But you've always had black fur."

"I glamour it to look black."

"Why?"

"It's easier to blend in with black fur."

"But you look pretty with white fur."

Liu'er looked surprised as a pink blush crossed his face. He really wished Wukong wouldn't just say stuff like that.

"Well…I…."

Wukong pleaded, "Undo your glamours so I can see your fur. Please Liu'er. Please."

Liu'er debated doing that just to show Wukong. But then another feeling passed over Liu'er. One that made him extremally tired. Oh right. He forget that getting his powers back made him tired. He hoped that stopped when he got older. He also hoped he had enough energy to at least make it to a tree to sleep.

"Maybe later, Wukong."

"But--"

"Wukong I'm tired."

Wukong seemed to realized that Liu'er was indeed tired, "Oh right. Time for bed."

Wukong let him go as he got up. Liu'er was going to get up to start walking back. That was until Wukong picked him up and placed him right on his back. Liu'er just held on, stunned, as Wukong started to walk back.

After a moment, Liu'er got control over his mouth again, "What are you doing?"

"You're tired so I'll carry you back."

"Y-You don't have to."

"But I want to. Now you can rest and I'll get you back."

Liu'er placed his chin on Wukong's shoulder, "Thank you."

"No problem. You know, I really hope that you'll show me your fur again. It really was pretty and I…"

The rest of Wukong's words were lost to Liu'er as his eyes began to close. Maybe he would show his fur to Wukong again. Maybe.

[holyblonded]

estrella takes on england | stargirl

pairings: alexia putellas x teen!reader, barcelona femeni x teen!reader

summary: you finesse you way onto a trip with jana and ona to visit bruna

notes: finally shortening the request list. but keep them coming!

“Estrellita, do you realize how much homework you have?” Alexia asked, raising a brow as she stared at you with a mix of disbelief and tired amusement. “Like, have you looked at your assignment list at all?”

You blinked at her innocently, then turned to Olga who sat beside her on the couch, heavily pregnant and already giggling at your expression. “Umm… no?” you offered, voice high and hopeful.

Alexia sighed dramatically and pinched the bridge of her nose. “If you had, you would’ve seen the eighteen missing assignments you currently have.”

You tilted your head thoughtfully and glanced up at the ceiling like the answers might be written in the plaster. “You know,” you said after a beat, “I’ve never really thought about it that way. That’s some great insight, Mami. Eye-opening, really.”

Alexia’s face flattened into a look of unimpressed exhaustion. “You are not going to England.”

And just like that, you dropped to your knees with a gasp. “No! Please! Please have mercy on a poor, overwhelmed soul! I haven’t seen my sister Bruna in—God knows—how many years—”

“It’s been eight months,” Alexia interrupted, arms crossed as she tried to hold her ground.

“My heart aches for her! My twin flame, my rock, my soulmate!” you cried, hands clasped dramatically in front of your chest. “She’s the yin to my yang, the ketchup to my fries, the—”

“Keep aching,” Alexia said, rising from her seat with a shake of her head. “Because you’re not going. End of discussion.”

She turned and walked away toward the kitchen, leaving you collapsed on the floor in despair, reaching after her like you were in the final scene of a tragic telenovela.

Your eyes shifted to Olga, who was clutching her bump and laughing so hard tears had begun to spill down her cheeks. “You couldn’t help me?” you said, utterly betrayed. “You knew I was getting cooked out there and you just let it happen?”

“I’m sorry,” she wheezed between giggles. “But I am so miserable these days. My feet hurt, my back hurts, I can’t even see my toes anymore, bebita. If I get a laugh, I take it. So, thank you.”

You huffed, defeated, and crawled over to rest your head against her legs. She immediately began running her fingers gently through your hair, soothing in that way only she knew how.

“So glad my suffering brings you joy, Mama,” you muttered, already feeling your pout soften at her touch.

“Oh, mi nena,” she said with a fond sigh, “she’ll come around. You know, something similar happened to me when I was your age and I just snuck out.”

Your head snapped up slowly, eyes widening with curiosity. “You what?”

Olga smiled a little too smugly and leaned back. “I was a teenager once too, you know. I wasn’t always a boring grown-up with swollen ankles. I snuck out, caught the train to Valencia. My mom didn’t even realize I was gone until the next morning.”

You sat there, gears turning wildly in your brain, eyes now sparkling with possibility.

Olga narrowed her gaze. “You are not seriously—”

“I didn’t say anything,” you said, all too quickly. “Just… absorbing your wisdom.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I’m just saying… if one day I did happen to be in England… it would be a beautiful full-circle moment. Me, Bruna, Ona, Jana—family reunion.”

“You’re going to get us both killed,” Olga mumbled through a smile, and yet she didn’t stop stroking your hair. “Just don’t forget to clear your browser history this time, genius.”

You grinned. “No promises.”

You stood on the doormat of Jana’s apartment, bouncing on your toes with barely restrained excitement. You knocked three times, fast and eager, and when the door finally opened, you were met with a very unimpressed Ona Batlle.

Her gaze dropped to your duffel bag and roller suitcase, then back up to your far-too-innocent smile. “No.”

Before she could shut the door, you wedged your foot in the gap. “Ona, come on! Don’t be like that.”

Ona groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Why? Why? Why?” she muttered under her breath as you shoved your way inside.

“Such hostility,” you said with mock offense, hauling your bags behind you. “Where’s the love?”

Jana appeared from the kitchen, eyes narrowing the moment she spotted your luggage. “What are you doing?”

“Joining you!” you chirped.

Jana folded her arms. “Don’t you have homework?”

“…I mean yeah,” you admitted with a shrug. “But homework I can do on the flight?”

Her eyes widened in alarm. “Oh no. No, no. Alexia gave us very strict instructions—”

“Pleaseee!” You launched into a full dramatic performance, dropping your bags and flinging yourself toward her. “I haven’t seen Bruna in ages! You can’t leave me here! I’ll wither away!”

“She’s going to kill us,” Ona said, but it was half-hearted, her tone already slipping toward resignation.

“Please!” you begged, clinging to Jana’s arm. “Pleasepleaseplease! I’ll be so good. I won’t even talk the whole flight.”

“That’s a lie,” Ona muttered.

“I’ll try not to talk the whole flight,” you amended, batting your lashes.

Jana sighed. “This is a terrible idea.”

“But also… a little fun?” you grinned.

She looked at Ona, who gave her the same deadpan stare she always did when things were about to spiral. But then she broke.

“Fine,” Ona said with a dramatic roll of her eyes. “But hurry before we regret this.”

“Too late,” Jana muttered, watching you fist-pump the air.

You were a whirlwind the entire way to the airport— talking, laughing, bouncing in your seat. By the time you reached the boarding area, both Jana and Ona were on their phones, catching up on messages and barely keeping up with your commentary about airport snacks and airplane legroom.

Then you saw it. A little crepe stand tucked between two gates. Your eyes lit up.

You didn’t want to interrupt their texting, Ona was probably talking to Lucy, and Jana was probably updating Bruna, so you slipped off quietly. You’d only be a minute. Just enough to grab some crepes and surprise them. It took them a few minutes to notice.

Jana looked up first and immediately straightened. “Where is she?”

Ona looked up too, eyes scanning the row of chairs. “You’re joking.”

“She was right there!” Jana hissed.

“She has the worst sense of direction—why did we let her out of our sight?!”

“Because she was sitting! She was literally sitting right there!” Jana stood up, looking around in every direction.

“She probably walked straight into a wall thinking it was the bathroom,” Ona muttered, already panicking as they started scanning the terminal.

They wandered past shops, peeked into waiting areas, earned more than a few strange looks as they frantically muttered your name and tried to remain inconspicuous while definitely failing.

Then they turned a corner and saw you at the crepe stand, grinning like a child on Christmas morning, carefully balancing three crepes in your hands.

“I got us all Nutella with strawberries,” you beamed, holding one out proudly as you spotted them.

Jana groaned and sank onto the bench beside the stall. “You’re going to be the death of us.”

Ona took her crepe with a sigh, shaking her head. “Next time, we’re zip-tying you to the seat.”

You just giggled, already halfway through your first bite. “Worth it.”

The wheels touched down on the tarmac and before the seatbelt light even dinged off, you were halfway out of your seat, vibrating with excitement. You barely made it through customs before breaking into a full sprint through the arrivals area like a sugar-high toddler, nearly knocking over an elderly couple and someone’s luggage.

“Bruna!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, spotting her near the barrier with a coffee in hand, very much not expecting a hurricane to barrel straight at her.

Her eyes widened. “What the—”

And then you collided with her like a wrecking ball, arms wrapped around her waist, bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas morning. “You didn’t think I was coming! Surprise! It’s me! Your favorite little chaos goblin!”

Bruna let out a startled laugh, stumbling back a step. “I thought you weren’t allowed to come!”

Jana, trailing behind with two rolling suitcases and a severely unimpressed expression, grunted. “We didn’t have a choice. She snuck into our Uber with a bag and a plane ticket like it was a prison break.”

“I told you!” you grinned, still clinging to Bruna like a koala. “I belong in England.”

“You haven’t even left the airport yet,” Ona muttered, hauling your duffel with the aura of a very tired single mother of three. “Can you just stand still for five seconds?”

“Nope!” you declared, spinning in a full circle and nearly tripping over someone’s rolling carry-on.

“Estrella!” Ona snapped. “I swear to God, if you don’t stop—”

“I’m gonna buy one of those kid leashes,” she said to Jana, exasperated, pointing at you like you were an unruly Pomeranian.

“She’ll chew through it,” Jana said flatly.

Bruna, clearly realizing your chaos energy wasn’t going to subside, grabbed your arm and refused to let go. “That’s it. You’re mine now. I’m holding you hostage.”

“You say that like it’s a punishment,” you grinned, letting her drag you all the way to baggage claim and then to the car. She didn’t release you even when she had to unlock the trunk, just maneuvered with one arm like a pro while you clung to her like a barnacle.

The moment you got into the car, you slid into the seat beside Bruna and immediately launched into a verbal monologue with no breathing breaks. “Oh my God, I missed you so much, like so much. Spain is weird without you and Alexia yells more now and Olga makes me eat vegetables. Also, I stubbed my toe yesterday and thought of you for some reason—OH and Soleil says hi, she was like, ‘Tell Bruna hi’ and I was like ‘I will if she answers my texts’—”

Bruna blinked. “I do answer your texts.”

“Three business days later!”

Meanwhile, Ona and Jana, trapped in the back seats, had both slumped against their respective windows. At some point, maybe around your detailed story about how you got into a heated debate with a pigeon outside your favorite café, they gave up entirely and fell asleep. You kept going.

“—and then I told Olga that I wanted to dye my hair like yours and she said no because ‘Bruna’s hair doesn’t count as a stable color reference’ which I think was super rude, honestly, because I think your hair is iconic—”

Bruna just looked at you, both baffled and amused. “You breathe through your ears or something?”

You grinned. “Only when I’m excited. Which I am. Because you’re here. And I’m here. And I missed you so much, like seriously. It’s not the same without you. You might act like you’re too cool for me, but you’re not. You’re my sister and I missed my sister.”

Bruna finally smiled, that warm, soft one she doesn’t give often. “I missed you too, little devil. Even if you drive me absolutely insane. You’re still my pain-in-the-ass baby sister at the end of the day.”

You beamed at her, totally unfazed by the insult wrapped in love.

When you finally got to the hotel, you didn’t even help unload the car. You burst into the living room like you were running a marathon, dropped your bag, and dramatically flopped onto the couch with a groan of fake exhaustion.

“I think I belong in England,” you declared, sprawled out like a dead fish.

Bruna rolled her eyes. “Hell no.”

The next morning, just as the sky began to lighten with a soft pink hue, you were already wide awake and brimming with energy. You threw the curtains open with dramatic flair, letting the sun pour into the hotel room.

“Get up, get up, get up!” you sang at the top of your lungs, bouncing between the beds like an overly caffeinated squirrel. “London isn’t going to explore itself!”

Ona groaned and pulled the pillow over her head. “It’s six in the morning.”

Jana blindly reached for your ankle from where she lay sprawled across the bed. “Estrella, I swear to God—”

“I made an itinerary!” you chirped, ducking away before Jana could grab you. “Big Ben, Tower Bridge, Abbey Road, and the Harry Potter platform thingy!”

“You didn’t even say the name right,” Ona muttered into her pillow, but you were already skipping to the bathroom, humming a song of your own invention.

Three hours later, after much groaning, dragging, and you bribing them with pastries, the four of you were finally out and about, navigating the busy streets of London. You were a blur of motion, bouncing between sights and posing in front of every single one like you were the star of your own travel documentary.

“Picture!” you shouted, grabbing Jana and Ona by the sleeves and dragging them in front of Buckingham Palace.

“Another one!” you yelled ten minutes later in front of Tower Bridge.

“You’re going to have 100 photos of the back of my head,” Jana grumbled, squinting at the glare of the sun.

“That’s okay,” you said, already framing a selfie. “Your hair looks great!”

Bruna had joined you mid-morning, stylishly dressed and sipping coffee like she wasn’t babysitting a human firecracker. She watched you literally walk straight into a pole while staring in awe at a double-decker bus.

“She’s gonna get herself killed,” she said flatly, taking another sip of her drink.

Ona and Jana didn’t even flinch. “Yep,” they said in perfect unison.

Later that afternoon, the four of you were huddled around a small stall at the farmers market, arguing over which jam sample tasted the best.

“The strawberry has personality,” you insisted, already elbow-deep in a second helping.

“The apricot is more refined,” Bruna replied, raising an eyebrow at you.

While they debated the intricacies of fruit preserves, your eyes caught something in the distance. A churro stand. Not just any churro stand— this one had the silkiest, most luxurious chocolate sauce you had ever seen. It shimmered like a dream under the sun. Your mouth watered. Your sweet tooth roared to life.

Without saying a word, you slipped away. Two minutes passed.

“Where’s Estrella?” Ona asked, looking around.

Jana squinted. “She was just here.”

Bruna, calm as ever, sighed and pulled out her phone. “It’s fine. I dropped an AirTag in her bag.”

They tracked your location and, sure enough, the blinking dot led them straight to—you guessed it—the churro stand.

They stood there, watching as you happily devoured a churro, chocolate smeared on your cheek like war paint.

“Really?” Jana said, deadpan.

“Are we even surprised at this point?” Ona added.

“I should’ve dropped two AirTags,” Bruna muttered.

Eventually, the four of you made your way to lunch at a cozy little café tucked down a quiet alleyway. You were munching happily on your second helping of fries when Bruna suddenly reached over and squeezed your hand gently.

“I missed you, Estrella,” she said, her voice soft now. “You’re all grown up. But next time, I will come to Spain. You in another country is too stressful.”

You beamed at her, chocolate still faintly visible at the corner of your mouth. “Deal.”

Then you leaned your head on her shoulder and immediately began pestering her to let you order dessert. Again.

[olsenmyolsen]

Request from anon: Wanda and y/n have been in a relationship for some months and both of them have a crush on Natasha so they decide to invite her for a threesome and she accepts. Y/n and Natasha are g!p

You Both Huh? (18+)

maroon master list . dark master list . request marvel master list . short n’ sweet master list

Post Age of Ultron: (Wanda Maximoff X G!P Reader X G!P Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: You, Wanda, and Natasha discover and learn about each other's bodies.

Word Count: 2.6K

Content: Fluff, Comfort, Feelings, wlw, sex, threesome, oral, porn with plot

This was my first time writing G!P, and I hope I did it justice! Please let me know if I did anything wrong ❤️

Natasha was exhausted.

After a month of being deep undercover and alone with her thoughts in another country, she was finally back home.

Back at the compound.

Back to be with her found family and friends.

Yet only you and Wanda seemed to be home.

As the elevator doors opened, Natasha found the two of you curled up on the couch in the living room. What Natasha doesn't know is how the two of you were waiting for your favorite redhead to come back home. So, as she steps out from the elevator and her boots hit the floor, Wanda lifts her head up and looks back.

A huge smile breaks out on the younger brunette as she turns to you and shakes you awake from your cat nap.

You rub the sleep out of your eyes as Wanda grabs your hand, and the two of you fly off the couch to Natasha. "Oh my gosh, Wanda! Y/n!" Natasha exclaims as she sees you two quickly make your way over. Her bags hitting the ground as she wraps her arms around her friends.

Her friends that just so happen to be a couple that have a crush on her.

But that's for in a little bit!

Natasha's had her suspicions, but she's a spy, so being on guard 24/7 is like her thing.

As you breathe in the dry shampoo from Natasha's hair, you hear Wanda communicate to you. "Tonight can be perfect." You can't help but smirk and turn your head to eye Wanda. "If Natasha is up for it." You communicate back, making Wanda playfully roll her eyes—something Natasha catches.

"Already? I just got back and you two are already having secret conversations?"

"Sorry, babes!" You comment as you let go of Natasha. "Just about our plans for later." Natasha shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "Okay, sure, whatever." Wanda can't help but laugh as Natasha pretends not to believe you.

"So, where's everyone else?" Natasha asks as she picks up her bags, but Wanda's magic stops her as red tendrils pick them up. "Still need to get used to that," Natasha remarks, even if Sokovia was a year ago. Wanda smiles wide.

"Thor is off-world. Tony and Pepper are doing stuff with M.I.T. Cap and Sam are busy with their missing friend. The toaster is still on sleep mode." Natasha laughs at the last dig you throw in while Wanda rolls her eyes as the three of you arrive at Natasha's door.

"And Banner?" She questions before Wanda can make a comment about her robotic friend. You shake your head. "Nothing to report." Natasha hums and nods her head as she opens her door. "Well, maybe that's best."

"Yeah, it's not like you need him," Wanda says, surprising all three of you. You turn to your girlfriend of the last six months, shocked as she drops her mouth. "Oh my gosh! Natasha, I'm so sorry that was supposed to be an inside thought!"

Natasha looks shocked and looks from you to Wanda. Her surprised face slowly morphs into a quizzical look as she tilts her head and leans against her open door. "An inside thought, huh? What did you mean by it?"

Wanda opens and closes her mouth. "Umm." She looks to you, but you don't know how to help Wanda other than telepathically telling her: "Maybe now's the time."

Wanda closes her mouth, and she decides to go for it.

She looks from you to the redhead, still waiting for an answer. "I meant what I said. You don't need him. You don't him for a release o-or for someone to.. connect with... when... when you have us." When Wanda finally gets through her sentence, she peeks into Natasha's green eyes and does her best not to tap into Natasha's mind.

"When I have you both?" Natasha softly questions as you stand next to Wanda and grab her hand. Letting her know you fully appreciate her for speaking up for the both of you.

You nod to the older woman in front of you. "We like you, Tasha."

"A lot," Wanda adds on.

Suddenly, Natasha's suspicions and nagging feelings made a lot more sense. She was right. The two of you had a crush on the Black Widow. Natasha's body relaxed against the door frame as her neutral face turned into a light smile.

"You both, huh?" She questioned as her smile turned more into a smirk. This made the ever-growing feeling in your stomach flip and turn as Wanda squeezed your hand tighter. "Yes," Wanda spoke for the two of you.

"How long?" Natasha asked as her eyes danced from you to your girlfriend and back. "Since... always?" You said as Wanda nodded. "You're kind of impossible not to develop feelings for," Wanda replied, making Natasha laugh before she took a step closer.

"Well, it's a good thing I like to keep an open mind about these types of situations," Natasha said, confusing you slightly. "What type of situations?" You asked as Natasha turned around and kicked open her door wider as she walked into her room.

Wanda's green eyes and your own followed the figure of the redhead. Her back to you as she lifted up her shirt, revealing her black bra straps underneath. She then turned her head halfway towards you and your girlfriend. "These types... Now, are you two going to join me or not?"

Your girlfriend and you had waited for this moment, so it was no surprise when the door closed behind the two of you and locked in record speed due to Wanda's powers. Natasha smiled and loved it as the two of you continued to watch the show she put on. She smirked and kept her back to you both as she slowly unclipped her bra and unbuttoned her black jeans after kicking off her boots.

The sight of Natasha's creamy ass hidden beneath a pair of black boxers made you want to bite your fist. It was hot and slow and left you wanting more as she turned around to you two.

And that's when you saw it.

Your eyes went wide as Wanda's stomach officially blew up with butterflies. The bulge in Natasha's skin-tight boxers was astounding and, best of all... real.

You and Wanda had no idea.

Natasha who had been nervous and otherwise embarrassed with her reveal in the past could see the look in you and your girlfriends eyes and knew she had nothing to worry about.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Natasha smirked as you and Wanda stepped closer and closer. "That's not the word I would use," Wanda spoke shakily before she looked at you.

You swallowed and wasted no time. You slowly undressed and lifted your eyes to Natasha's green orbs. Wanda followed along as her sundress quickly slipped off and pooled around her feet.

A sight Natasha lightly gasped at as the only thing Wanda wore underneath was a pair of red cotton panties.

"I guess this is one more thing we have in common." You spoke to Natasha as she turned her eyes to you as you slipped off your black pants.

Now it was Natasha's turn for her eyes to go wide as she drank you and your sizable middle section. "Holy shit." She whispered into the room as you threw your shirt off and grabbed Wanda's hand.

All three of you standing in your underwear. Your eyes dance from one person to the other.

Natasha took the lead after a moment and closed the distance between you and Wanda. She dropped her hand to where you and Wanda held each other and grabbed it. "I have to say you two continue to surprise me." Natasha turned her head to the brunette. "Especially you, Wanda."

"Me?" Your girlfriend questioned, making Natasha nod as she led you to her king-sized bed.

Leave it to Natasha to never be at the compound but have a king-sized bed.

Natasha's legs hit the bed before she swung her legs around and started moving back toward her headboard. You and Wanda followed as you crawled onto the bed on your knees. "Well, I never would've thought that Sokovian girl in my red jacket would be up for such... activities."

Wanda blushed as she turned her head away. Natasha looks to you. "But now I see why." Natasha looks you up and down and moves her hands to brush along your sides as Wanda looks back at you both.  You shiver and feel your body jolt at the contact. "Kiss me," Natasha speaks to you as her hands form a grip on your hips as she moves her legs out from under her.

"Do it."

You listen to Wanda's voice in your head, and Natasha commands and moves forward, crashing your lips into Natasha, making the older woman fall back with shock before she closes her eyes and savors the taste of you.

With hunger, your rushed kiss turns into a heated make-out session that leaves Wanda feeling more and more aroused as she watches your body fall into Natasha's. Wanda can't help but dart her green eyes down to see how you and Natasha have grown larger.

The feeling of desire darkens Wanda's eyes as a quiet moan escapes her lips—something Natsha's jewelry-covered ears pick up and makes her slow the taste of your tongue.

Natasha opens her eyes and slowly pushes you by your shoulders just a tad as she looks from Wanda back to you. Natasha can't help but smile at the look Wanda wears. "Now, now, we can't forget about a special someone," Natasha says to you, making you shake your head. "No, we can't." Your words come out almost breathless as you lift off Natasha, grab Wanda by her hand, and pull her close. "Come here, baby."

Wanda obeys and moves to the postion you were just in, pleasing you and Natasha.

"Oh, hi there, beautiful," Natasha says as Wanda looks down at the redhead. "Hi." Wanda shyly smiles and giggles before Natasha runs her hand through Wanda's hair and places her hand on the back of Wanda's skull. "Come here." Natasha softly whispers as she gently lowers Wanda onto her and kisses the witch's pink lips.

You watch from behind as the two move with slow passion. Dear lord, and just when you think the night couldn't get better, your eyes and hand start to trail down Wanda's backside past her scars and moles. 

Down to her underwear, you find a growing wet spot and smile.

Wanda gasps into Natasha's lips as you start to pull down the red cotton panties. Natasha notices and moves her hand from Wanda's side and across her hips.

Wanda does her best to close her legs as Natasha touches her, but Natasha pushes them open and looks up to the brunette with a smile. "It's okay. Let us take care of you." Natasha lifts her left hand up to cup Wanda's face as her right-hand skims the top of Wanda's clit. "And then you can take care of me," Natasha smirks before her tongue enters Wanda's mouth.

The younger woman accepts it and moans into Natasha's mouth as she feels you shift on the bed, and Natasha's fingers circle her wet clit.

Your hands coming in contact with her bare ass moments later.

And then Wanda feels your naked thighs brush up against the backs of hers. "Oh, baby." You moan, making Wanda and Natasha stop to turn and look at you.

"Fuck look at that," Natasha says as you hold your penis lining it up to Wanda's entrance. Wanda closes her eyes and turns her head back to collapse her body onto Natasha.

Natasha smiles as she watches and feels Wanda's breath against her chest as you slowly push forward. Wanda whimpers and moans against Natasha's skin before the redhead lifts her face and kisses her.

"It feels so good." Wanda quietly says between the two of them. Natasha nods. "I know, baby." She replies by bringing her right hand back up to Wanda. Her middle and ring fingers glistened from Wanda's wetness. Natasha looks from her hand to Wanda's face and brings it to the brunette's lips.

Without being told, Wanda opens her mouth and closes it around the two fingers before she sucks and tastes herself.

"My, my Wanda, you are a good girl." Wanda moans around Natasha's fingers and shuts her eyes as you push deeper into her. The feeling of pleasure radiates off her body and onto Natasha, who smirks and loves the sight before her.

With a smile, Natasha slowly pulls her finger out of Wanda's mouth. Wanda's lips fall against the callous skin before flipping back up once Natasha leaves her.

Wanda opens her eyes again as Natasha runs her hand up Wanda's face to her head. "You're taking her so well, aren't you?" Natasha asks, making you smile. Wanda nods without any words escaping her mouth. "Do you think you can handle more?" Natasha asks Wanda, who nods again. "Yes."

Regardless of the answer, Natasha was going to push on Wanda's head. But the brunette started moving down willingly as her lips left a trail of hot kisses down Natasha's front exposed body until she reached the band of her black boxers.

Wanda was getting more and more lost in the lust of the situation as she touched Natasha, and you fucked her doggy style, making her start to act on desire.

Not that Natasha minded the watching and feeling Wanda's hot breath and tongue work up and down the outline of her cock against the fabric. The friction and the need for it to be released made Natasha squirm just a bit, but it was not enough to make Wanda drunk with power.

Because even she wanted to taste it and feel it slide down her throat.

So she gave in and let her hot hands pull down Natasha's boxers, exposing the redhead's cock to the cool air of the room. "O-oh my gosh, Natasha." Wanda practically moaned as you thrust into her. She looked up to her friend, who wore a smirk. "Go ahead." Natasha encouraged to which Wanda nodded and wasted no time licking her lips and taking the tip into her mouth as Wanda's hand wrapped itself around the base.

As Natasha fell back, your girlfriend's head began to bob up and down.

You didn't think anything else would be hotter.

And yet, when Natasha's hand pushed down onto Wanda's head, making her gag as Natasha smirked, you found true bliss.

You found it again as Natasha moaned and moaned due to the vibrations coming from Wanda's screams of pleasure on Natasha's cock as you gripped the brunette's hips and pounded into her. 

And then again and again as you, Wanda, and Natasha explored each other and made each other feel loved, cared for, dirty, and like a bunch of sluts all night.

You cumming in Wanda never made Natasha feel so good.

But after that night, it wasn't just you and Wanda.

It was the three of you together.

It's a good thing Tasha had that king bed and that Baner, who you didn't know, swung both ways, was off-world.

What an idiot.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[etheralisi]

I’ve been thinking about in-universe media so. Heh. Why don’t we tumblrify the ending of the rottmnt movie

Update: here’s part 2 and 3+3.5

💫silent_swirl Follow

Nice knowing you guys

🥐ittybittyypastrypuff Follow

Wtf??? Where do you live?

⏱️lordoftimeandspace Follow

You can’t just ask someone where they live

💰rhymeonthedime Follow

op must be from new york. i’ve been trying to text my sister who lives there all day and when she finally gets back to me, it’s to send me a photo of her being chased by some weird??? fleshy???? car? i think the pink stuff was growing inside of it?

🥐ittybittyypastrypuff Follow

The hell is happening in your city?

🔥guess-ill-die Follow

The end of the world

🐛lugbugg Follow

🎙️do-re-mimimi Follow

Where else would you learn that?

14,056 notes

🚀jj-sails Follow

Alien invasion???? This is not how Jupiter Jim said it would go

267 notes

🦙dramallama Follow

So who had alien invasion on the 2020 apocalypse bingo card

🤠see-you-in-space-cowboy Follow

At this point no one is surprised 

#give it two months. somehow something will find a way to top this

12,435 notes

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

I lived bitch

🌑faded-moonlight Follow

Context?

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

No ✨

43 notes

🎨 asprinkleofrazzmatazz Follow

Sorry everyone  ::> ︵ <:: No more art until my hands are healed up. Doctor’s orders

🧸bear-with-me Follow

Are you okay? 🥺🥺💞

🎨 asprinkleofrazzmatazz Follow

♡ ♡ Achy. But I realllllly want to drawwwwwww

#I have so many ideas right now #currently trying and failing to draw with feet #but I am determined 

226 notes

���aliens-among-us Follow

Time to storm Area 51 again

#they can’t stop all of us #look I just want to see aliens in person okay #if they can’t invade my city then what’s the point #I know they have to be keeping some of those pink blobs in there

67 notes

🟦 outoftouchoutoftime Follow

Hello

🏒 hockeyordeath Follow

JUNIOR! HELLO

I SEE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED THE INTERNET

🟦 outoftouchoutoftime Follow

It’s Sensei’s fault

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

#I?????? #don’t just look at me it was purple too

5 notes

🛸 atomiclass9000 Follow

I smell the scent of betrayal in the air.

#not science posting #blue I’m looking at you

77 notes

✍️writingprompts Follow

You are a time traveller sent back to stop the apocalypse before it ever began. Only problem is: you aren’t sent back far enough.

🟦 outoftouchoutoftime Follow

Relatable 

💥zipzapzoom Follow

Umm???

4,522 notes

🕜has-lou-jitsu-been-found-yet Follow

Day 3667 of me posting: no

🪽angelofhell Follow

Wow this blog is dedicated

101 notes

🐝 dizzee-bee Follow

Why do aliens always invade NYC? What’s so special? Why don’t they ever invade Las Vegas huh? What about Boston? Where are my aliens in D.C? So many cities and you’re telling me they chose New York? If aliens really did invade I bet you they wouldn’t even come near it

🐝 dizzee-bee Follow

This post… aged

🐾 ultimate_cataclysm  Follow

Pay up op

1,356 notes

🦊redfoxtrott Follow

there’s something weird going on in this city. remember that time at the stadium? suddenly it’s a free for all on world domination i swear

🪩glitter-jam Follow

I thought the whole stadium thing was a publicity stunt

👋saysayonara Follow

I thought that was a rogue cosplayer 

#for real though. What even happened to them?

11,388 notes

🌎yes-the-earth-is-flat Follow

Wow. So tumblr thinks it can gaslight me int thinking aliens exits huh? Well think again

🌎yes-the-earth-is-flat Follow

Stop bringing up my username. You know im right

2,488 notes

🏒 hockeyordeath Follow

NO, MY KEYBOARD IS NOT STUCK LIKE THIS. EVERY LETTER I TYPE IS AS IT IS MEANT TO BE SAID. WITH PURPOSE AND VOLUME.

🏒 hockeyordeath Follow

IF MY USERNAME COULD BE IN CAPITALS YOU KNOW IT WOULD BE 

🛸 atomiclass9000 Follow

I can help with this

#give me one minute and some flavourless juice

122 notes

💃disco-girl Follow

My apartment was almost flattened by a giant freakin robot a few years back. And now aliens????? I’m moving

#guys I’m just. So. Done with all of this

67 notes

🎙️do-re-mimimi Follow

So did the aliens just up and leave? What’s the story here?

🎩man-with-a-top-hat Follow

There have been various sightings of lights across the sky. I have not been able to find any reliable sources on the cause, but the general consensus is the lights pushed the aliens back where they came from. 

🦇batarang Follow

This photo of some person swinging around the city has been making rounds on twitter

🐚seashellsshesells Follow

Pretty lights and vigilantes? 

5,993 notes

❌cant-think-of-a-user Follow

So what are we calling these aliens? They need a cool, alien sounding name ‘cuz all I’ve been seeing around is ‘land squids’, ‘brain goop’ and shoutout to that one discord user who used the words ‘pink gelatinous parsnip’ to describe them.

👊punch-moodi Follow

Have they ever seen a parsnip before?

🤏deadly-nerve-pinch Follow

What about Utroms? They kinda look like the aliens from Jupiter Jim’s Last Trip to the Moon 9

❌cant-think-of-a-user Follow

Isn’t your fandom super dead?

🤏deadly-nerve-pinch Follow

Say that to our 80+ movies. Your faves could never 

🚀jj-sails Follow

Fandom still going strong 💪 

🍎almond-apple Follow

Why does everyone keep on calling them aliens? Are we sure they’re not just failed government test subjects? Haven’t there been mutant sightings in NYC before?

❌cant-think-of-a-user Follow

Sorry, mutants???

👾aliens-among-us Follow

Nah it’s defo aliens

❌cant-think-of-a-user Follow

#so far 3 votes for Utroms and 22 for parsnips #sigh

3,751 notes

🫎duck-duck-moose Follow

Children are terrifying 

💤needsomezzzzzzz Follow

Agreed. But I feel like there’s a story here

🫎duck-duck-moose Follow

Was walking back from work, and I was like nearly home right? I turn a corner and there: a sea of cheering girl scouts. Who are they cheering on you ask? Their… cult (?) leader? Tearing one of those aliens apart with her bare hands. And the kids are just laughing and some are even joining in? They must have nerves of steel

💤needsomezzzzzzz Follow

Woah

🌽 sherlock_corn Follow

@  HOCKEYORDEATH Hey look at this

372 notes

💀outoftouchoutoftime Follow

Set a profile picture because apparently everyone’s blocking me thinking I’m a bot?

🥊 red_hotsoup Follow

Sorry CJ

9 notes

asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the sunshine ☀️ Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they make you happy

🥊 red_hotsoup Follow

Aww, hey Orange

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

Hey, where’s my ask

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

Orange?

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

Oh 

10 notes

asprinkleofrazzmatazz said: Spread the bugs 🪳 Post this in at least 5 ask boxes to let them know they’re bugging you

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

Two can play at this game

🎨asprinkleofrazzmatazz Follow

Jk ☀️☀️☀️

29 notes

🛸 atomiclass9000 Follow

I remember the good old days on tumblr. Back when my brothers didn’t know the name of my account. Back when they didn’t bug me in my inbox

🍞shortbutsweetbread Follow

Then make another one?

🛸 atomiclass9000 Follow

Gasp. And leave behind a username such as this? I’m attached.

🌽 sherlock_corn Follow

What about your sister?

🛸 atomiclass9000 Follow

You’re fine

⚔️ bluejitsu Follow

Favouritism 

128 notes

🐱sophinophie Follow

Whoever you heroes are

Thank you.  

❤️🧡💜💙

#I don’t know how you did it. Or what you even look like #but one thing is for sure and that’s that you are heroes 

189 notes

[onlyangel4]

cindy lou who. cs55. op81. SMAU. final part

request: Can you do a lando x reader or Carlos x reader based on the song Cindy Lou who by Sabrina Carpenter

in which carlos moves on but you couldn't. when you do move on you realise he didn't move on as much as you thought he had

warnings: angst. cursing. five year age gap with carlos. for this i am just pretending the the hungarian gp did not have all of its issue and it was a normal win for oscar, pls let me be delusional.

part one

y/ninsta posted a story tagging alexandrasaintmleux and charlesleclerc

written: happy anniversary to my favourite couple in the entire world. thank you for looking after me when things went to shit a year ago. i will never forget the kindness you both showed me. i love you both.

y/ninsta

written: celebrating love with my favourite people tonite!

f1updates

liked by user1, user2, user3 and 150,321 others

f1updates: charles and alex are throwing party to celebrate their anniversary so of course the biggest advocate for their relationship y/n y/ln is in attendance. this is y/n's first time attending a driver based event since she broke up with carlos sainz just over a year ago. carlos and rebecca are also in attendance. awkward.

view all 10,902 comments

user1: go on y/n show him what he fumbled

user2: welcome back y/n the kids missed you

user3: she is so fucking hot

landonorris posted a story

written: third wheeling at an anniversary party. i am so fucking single.

f1wags

liked by user5, user6, user7 and 128,092 others

f1wags: carlos sainz and rebecca donaldson were pictured in a heating argument out in monaco. this comes a week after the entire grid met to celebrate charles and alex. sources said the couple looked solid then but now it is a very different story. rebecca and carlos have unfollowed each other on all social media and rebecca is no longer wearing her engagement ring.

view all 2,928 comments

user6: so there starts being runours about oscar and y/n and then this happens. umm.. suspicious

user5: y/n i stg if you go back to him i will track you down and kill you myself

user7: i hope to god that our y/n keeps her composure and leaves him in the past

f1wags

liked by user8, user9, user10 and 210,921 others

f1wags: our jaws are on the floor. y/n y/ln has arrived at the hungarian gp. she arrived alone but people did see her rush over to alexandra saint mleux. no one knows what garage y/n will be in. but here at f1wags we have our fingers crossed for mclaren.

view all 721 comments

user8: i swear to god if she is here with carlos. babe it has been over a year, forget about him

user9: y/noscar nation rise

user10: the fit oh my god wag y/n is so back

y/ninsta

liked by danielricciardo, fernandoalonso, alexandrasaintmleux and 912,321 others

tagged oscarpiastri

y/ninsta: guys my boyfriend just won his first gp and i am sobbing in mclaren hospitality. i love you with all my heart osc. you have made me so fucking proud my love.

view all 19,021 comments

oscarpiastri: i love you so much. you are the best lucky charm to ever exist

y/ninsta: stop, you'll make me cry again

danielricciardo: that's my boy

y/ninsta: no mine

fernandoalo_oficial: if this one hurts you like the other one did i will kill him

y/ninsta: i'll tell him that

alexandrasaintmleux: everyone say thank you alex and charles for introducing this couple

y/ninsta: thank you darling

oscarpiastri: thank you for introducing me to my girl

[filmbyjy]

HIDDEN LOVE

SYNOPSIS > park sunghoon was the most good looking and respectful man you’ve ever met at the age of 13. ignoring the fact that you had a loud and obnoxious older brother, park jongseong, as his best friend. with things going by in your life and a heartbreak at 17. what happens when you coincidentally reconnected with your past crush on someone 5 years older than you?

THREE – according to plan

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

WC: 0.7K words

here you were, walking towards the teacher's office with your 'brother'. you had stopped right before entering the teacher's office. sunghoon looks up at the sign above the door.

"is this it?" he asks. you had nodded as a response. "don't worry, we can do this. it won't be too bad." he ruffles your hair. you could feel your heart leap a little.

which...what even is that feeling? you've never felt it before.

the both of you walked into the office. your teacher was confused a little, he was expecting either one of your parents to come down but who was this?

"i'm (name)'s older brother, jongseong." sunghoon smoothly says. the teacher lets out an 'ahhh' to acknowledge him. "lately, we noticed (name) being quite distracted at home. she hasn't really been doing her homework so we want to get to the bottom of this."

your teacher nods. he starts off with praising you. how you were actually a smart student and that you topped class in the exams. however, he went on to talk about your behaviour in class. how you barely listen in. you get distracted by inanimate objects. you also liked to draw while the lessons went on. sunghoon only hums along to it.

when he sees you trying to ignore the whole talk, he gives you a stern look. it makes you flinch a little and so you continued to listen in.

"but of course, i didn't want to do this. i'm just concerned for (name). after all, it's better if starts listening as these knowledge can be used in the future." the teacher says.

sunghoon agrees with the teacher's words. finally, after a couple more minutes. the teacher thanked sunghoon for coming down and that this whole session was a success. sunghoon hums. he turns to you.

"come here and apologise to your teacher."

you had stepped closer to the desk. "a-ah, sir. goodbye." you had bowed. the teacher was taken aback and sunghoon lightly smacks your bag. "s-sorry, sir."

the teacher accepts the apology and he lets both you and sunghoon go. the both of you had left the teacher's office. walking towards the entrance of the school and back to your home.

"please don't tell, jay oppa." you had begged sunghoon.

"don't worry, i seriously won't tell him." sunghoon assures you. you had nodded.

you had made it to the gate of your home. sunghoon hands you a light bulb. "here, give this to your dad or mom. i noticed that the porch lights have been flickering."

"okay. umm, i'll hand it over to them." sunghoon leans down to your height and pets your head.

"be good, hmm?" he says. you had looked up at him and nodded.

"okay."

"study well. don't make your parents or your brother worry."

"i know, oppa." he smiles and stands back up right.

"i'll leave first. bye." he waves and turns to walk away. you had watched him walk away, his figure slowly disappears into the trees.

you had went into your home and greeted your mom, she was making dinner as per usual. climbing up the steps, you had gone straight to your room. you took out the lightbulb from the box and grabbed a permanent marker.

'this is considered a gift from him. after all, he made me apologise when i didn't do much wrong.' you had thought whilst drawing on the bulb. after giving it quick and cute drawing, you had taken out your lamp's old bulb and replaced it with the new one. it lights up perfectly along with the drawing. you had smiled. after yawning, you had placed everything onto the side table.

you rolled over to the side and closed your eyes. it was late. you needed some good and long sleep to face the next day...

3 YEARS LATER...

the sun shines perfectly right into the curtains of your bedroom. you had groaned and stretched your arms as you heard the alarm playing on your phone. you smiled a little, why? because despite being so tired for school, you had realised you were going to be a senior in high school now. soon enough, you'd be going off to college.

a/n: i changed a little bit of the story because it wouldn't fit the idea of an smau if it was just completely written chatpers. after all, i'd be completely ripping the drama off so we have some different things🤐

taglist[open]: @sumzysworld @kwiwin @heeheesang @simjaeyunlvrclub @firstclassjaylee @right-person-wrong-time @vveebee @nxzz-skz @simsungsims @semi-wife @rikiontopofme @rairaiblog @nishimuranki @jeogingf1 @honestlyatomicpanda @bubblytaetae @polarisjisung @electrobutterfly @paradiseoflosers @bldelaine @callikari @tunafishyfishylike @jiiyen @heeswif3y @enhaz1 @szkstay @enhastolemyheart @allisonleannn @augustloaf @jvngw0nlvr @en-verse @kukkurookkoo @alex-is-sleeping @t1iqaa @sunooxie @moonlighthoon @starbyeol1215 @i03jae @wonvap

(bolded can't be tagged)

(want to be added into the taglist? just send an ask or fill up this short form here!)

[cosmowgyral]

"Lover's Contract: A night of immoral deeds"

▪︎ Nica Schwartz

This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate. Creative liberties have been taken.

Since Nica is not yet out in the EN server, there might be terms that will turn out different than what I have used here when he is finally released. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

Nica: Lover’s club has three rules.

Nica: One, never tell each other’s secrets.

Nica: Two, actively consider any proposal for an affair, even if it’s abnormal.

Nica: Three, if either of you gets a new lover, end the relationship.

Nica: What do you think? It sounds fun.

I lowered my eyes and sighed, unlike Nica, who had the corners of his mouth curled in laughter.

(Why did it have to come to this….)

A few hours back-----

As I crouched down in front of the flower bed and looked at the flowers, a shadow obstructed my field of vision.

Nica: What are you doing here?

Kate: Nica?

He was looking down at me, and didn’t somehow seem like his usual carefree self.

(He seems a bit grumpy…..)

He pursed his lips and looked at me with a dissatisfied expression.

Kate: Did something happen?

Nica: Oh yes, listen Robin.

Nica: I had the worst day today; a bird pooped on my clothes and then I stepped on fallen food.

Nica: On top of that, I was accused by a stranger and almost got punched.

Nica, who has been plagued by continuous misfortunes, tried to remove the bird poop from his clothes.

Wait a second, did he just say he was about to be punched by a stranger?

Nica: The misunderstanding was cleared but…..

The man who was about to hit him had mistakenly thought that Nica was his wife’s lover.

Nica had stopped in front of the house where his wife's lover resided.

Nica: So, when he was waiting to ambush the guy, I happened to stop there and he mistook me for him.   

It seems the man’s wife hadn’t been home for almost a week---.

(That’s actually a bit sad…..)

Seeing him with his arms crossed, looking thoroughly displeased made me feel sorry for him.  

Kate: How about doing something fun to relax?

Kate: I can go out with you if you’re okay with it.

Fortunately, he smiled at me.

Nica: Well, there is a place I want to go with you.

Kate: Where is it?

Perhaps he is feeling a little better now because there was a shift in his expression.

Nica’s lips slowly curved into a smile.

Nica: Love. People. Club. Fun.

He uttered some strange words.

The lover’s club is a club where you can spend time with your lover in secret.

It is apparently held only at night in a certain mansion as a place for people to spend an immoral night indulging in pleasure.

The man who attempted to hit Nica is now at his wit's end because it appears that his wife also frequents the club----.

Nica: So I thought I’d step in and lend a hand.

He leaned closer to me, his eyes sparkling.

Nica: Hey Robin, let’s sneak in together and find the man’s wife.

Kate: Umm….

Seeing that I was not showing any enthusiasm, his shoulders visibly slumped.

Nica: You were the one who said you’d join me for a change of pace.

Nica: I was really happy….but it seems like you don’t want to go with me…

(Oh cmon!)

Kate: Okay, but I’ll come back as soon as we’re done finding his wife!

Nica: As expected of the Robin, you get things done quickly.

And then, Nica gave me a broad smile----.

Nica: So from now on, you are my lover.

(back to the present)

(When I asked him to relax a bit, I never imagined that I would become his lover and sneak into a club with him.…)

Nica took out a photo from his pocket.

Nica: This is his wife. Her lover is a young man about the same age as us.

Nica: Apparently they’re known as the Queen and the Prince in the club. How funny.

This woman known as ‘Queen’ possessed an alluring aura, although it was unclear how old she was.

 Nica: Once we get hold of the woman, we hand her over to her husband. That’s our mission.

Kate: Okay, I understand…but why did you decide to cooperate with the man, Nica?

I asked him the question because I couldn't figure out why he would cooperate with a man who had nearly punched him.

Nica: Robin, we forged a bond of friendship between us men.

Nica: We were two unfortunate men, so we decided to help each other out.

He didn’t give me a proper reason.

(Knowing Nica, I doubt he’ll want to help out with only good intentions….)

I look at him suspiciously, unable to believe that a man who loved money so much, would cooperate without a compensation.

Nica: While we’re on the topic, let’s decide on a setting.

Nica: Wouldn’t it be okay if you were the wife of a company’s president and I was an employee working at your husband’s company?

Kate: But you look like the one with more money.

He appears much wealthier than I do because of all those pricey accessories he is wearing.

Suddenly, he sat down next to me, and began running his fingers through my hair.

Nica: I would want you to dress me up as your lover.

The lips that were resting on the ends of my hair make a soft sound.

Nica: Because I want to prove that I belong to you.

My heart started racing as I was stunned by the sudden kiss.

Then, my eyes met Nica’s.

Nica: Don’t be surprised by something like this, we’re lovers.

His captivating smile enthralled me, but then I gasped when the carriage came to a quick stop.

Nica: Looks like we arrived, Robin. Are you ready?

He held out his arm in front of me, and gave me a look that suggested I accept it.

I nodded slightly and wrapped my arm around his as instructed.

Nica: Well then, shall we indulge in a one night’s forbidden affair?

That endearing voice marked the beginning of a nightlong love affair.

[Masterlist] [Chapter2]

[selfloverrrrrr]

Teacher's Toy~

Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physical and emotional abuse, biting, size difference, Yandere Gojo, teacher Gojo, stalking, protective, jealous, obsessive, manipulative....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Gojo's POV

Y/n was my student.Yes I am obsessed with y/n. But never let anyone know that. Not even her. I always stalk her everywhere. I know she's my student. But does that change anything? I don't think it's a crime to stalk someone I love...who cares even if it is a crime?

She's an innocent girl. And she's so gorgeous. Who can't like her??? I was in love with her from the day I first saw her. And the thing is she's way more friendly with me. She said that I'm her best friend. That means she also wants to be mine.... right?

Y/n's POV

It was a normal day. I headed to Gojo sensei's office. "Senseiiiii!" I called him and went inside. He was sitting on his chair. I went towards him. "Woah woah.... what happened to miss y/n today?" He asked with a chuckle. "Look these flowers are beautiful right?" I asked holding the bunch of flowers in front of him.

"yeah these are great. You buy them?" He asked. "No no... Megumi gave me" I replied. There was a small silence after my reply. "Sensei???" I waved my hand in front of his blindfold. "Yeah...hmm.. what were you...oh Megumi gave you?" He asked looking at me.

"yes...we all friends were passing by a flower shop everyone was buying flowers but I didn't have money...so Megumi bought it for me... it's great right? I didn't know that Megumi knows my favourite flower too" I said happily looking at those flowers.

"why are you still standing?" He said. "Huh? Oh ... yeah right" I said and sat on the table in front of him. "So Megumi knows your favourite flower and I don't?" He asked placing his chin on my knee. "I thought you told me that I'm your best friend" he said with a pout.

"I didn't tell you?... I'm sorry I must have forgot" I said. "Now I need a hug as an apology" he said and stood up. "Yes...sure" I said spreading my hands. He smiled and hugged me. I was patting his back and suddenly he pulled me closer.

He was standing between my legs. When he pulled me closer my skirt rode all the way up. I didn't say anything until it started feeling weird. Was he grinding against me?... It got more weird when he started grinding with more force. He was getting hard??? No no no... it's weird!

"umm... sensei I have to go" I spoke. He was still hugging me. Suddenly he started rubbing his crotch on my clit over my pantie. "You wanna leave already....? Doesn't it feel good here" he said and continued. My mouth was wide open. Why was I getting wet?!

He stood up again and took off his blind fold. "Why do you wanna leave so early?" He said and started rubbing my clit over my pantie with his thumb. "S-sensei what are you-" before I could finish my sentence he spoke again "it feels good doesn't it?" He asked and rubbed with more pressure.

I almost moaned. "S-sensei please stop" I said. "Stop? But you need me ... I can make you feel better " he said. "I-It feels weird " I said. "I know I'll make it feel good okay?" He said and without any warning he slides my pantie and pushes his two fingers in. I moaned loudly.

He started curling his fingers and pulling it out then putting inside again. My eyes rolled back. I fell on the table. My mouth was open with a silent moan. "s-sensei.... S-stop... this isn't right" I managed to say. "It feels good right? But it's not enough... I'll make you feel the pressure properly" he said and pulled out his fingers.

He pressed his lips on mine. He kissed me as if his life depends on it. I didn't realise that he took off his pants while kissing me. Suddenly I felt something hard and wet rubbing against my clit. Then I realised he was rubbing his dick. "Mmmmmmhhhhhmmm" I moaned in the kiss and my hand clenched his shirt.

He slowly pushed his dick inside. I almost screamed in the kiss. He slowly pulled away from the kiss. We both were panting. "It's okay it's fine" he said and moved my hair from my face. "This isn't right...we shouldn't-" before I could finish my sentence he spoke "why not?" He said and pressed my breast with his hand over my shirt.

A whimper escaped my mouth. "Y-you are my teacher...we can't do-" then again he cut off my sentence. "teacher? Didn't you said I'm your best friend? And I'm helping you... doesn't it feels good?" He said and started thrusting in and out. I moaned loudly. He took off my shirt and started sucking on my breasts.

My legs were shaking. He liked it so much. "It does feel good? Doesn't it?" He asked. His thrust became harder and harder. "It does oh god.." I moaned and clenched around him tightly and he moaned loudly " ughhhhhh....ahhh s-so...ahhhh....so f-fucking tight " he started rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bite his shoulder scratched his back to control myself. With a few more thurst I came.

He was still thursting roughly. I felt his cock pulsing inside me. I tried to push him away with all of my strength." Ughh...no no no no...ahhhhhh...no please no....ahhhhhh..... n-not ahhhh.....not inside..." I moaned. "Shhh.... don't worry, princess.... I'll take care of everything.... Nothing is gonna happen" he said and kissed my cheek. Within a minute he came inside me I could feel his seed inside me. He pulled out.

"you believe in sensei, don't you?" He asked. I slowly nodded. "Sensei loves you, y/n....be mine I'll give you the world" he said kissing on my palm. "Will you?" He asked looking at me. "Y-yes" I replied.

Give me your requests guys...

I love when you give me your requests 💕

[blue-sadie]

Temperamental

Neteyam x Mate Reader x Aonung

Summary: they might as well keep you on a leash

Warning: reader gets distracted quiet easily, poly relationship, stress build up, reader has a break down. aged up characters

Yn/3rd person pov

"umm neteyam" i murmured holding the button down on the intercom that was attached to my neck as I wondered through the unfamiliar part of the island.

"Yes my love" he sighed with exhaustion, I cringed to myself already knowing what his reaction will be to my current situation.

"I uh..... I got lost again" I shamefully admitted and yelped as a little creature jumped out the bush and ran away.

I heard a deep sigh from his end and a soft call for aonung "ok baby we're on our way" he said before his side went dead.

I sat on a small rock and fidgeted with my fingers as I waited, I didn't mean for this to happen its just I've been so distracted lately because I've taken on tasks that I can't seem to keep up with.

And it seems that the village seem to leave a ton of more tasks for me to do and if I don't do them or do them right they give me an almost disappointed look.

It makes it hard to be around the boys because their amazing and exceed their expectations and even more and I'm just here making it more difficult.

I pulled my knees into my chest and wrapped my arms around them tightly sometimes I just feel like a burden to them.

"Yn" my head jerked to the direction of their voices "Im here" I called out to them and walked to their direction "there you are" aonung said and pulled me into his arms.

"you had us worried sick" neteyam muttered and ran a hand through his hair "i-im sorry" I whispered.

"Let's go home" aonung butted in and had his arm around my shoulder as we started making our way back to the village.

It was night time when we got back and the boys were tired so I quickly made a quick meal for them.

"We should keep her on a leash I'm telling you" my eyes flattered in sadness as I heard neteyam speak to aonung.

"Nete come on she was fine" aonung reasoned but neteyam just sighed "she could've gotten hurt" he said making aonung reconsider his words "maybe".

I gulped and quickly brought over their food and decided to eat mine a little ways from them by myself.

Why can't I life up to my expectations why can't I be perfect, all these thoughts clouded my head as i just played with my food not feeling that hungry.

Maybe I just need to sleep this off, I got to my feet and packed up my food and cleaned up before murmuring a 'goodnight' before heading to bed.

It didn't take long for sleep to find me but all I was missing was the boys warmth surrounding me 'maybe their not tired'.

-Next morning-

I woke up feeling a slight tug on my back "w-whats going on" I asked sleepily as I slowly sat up and rubbing my eyes.

"We've decided this will keep you safe" neteyam said as he showed me the rope attached to my back.

My eyes widened "w-what" I pulled at the rope but he held fast "s-stop" I tried taking it off but aonung held my hands so I couldn't.

"Yn" he murmured crouching in front of me as he stared into my eyes "this will keep you safe".

"Please no" I said as tears filled my eyes and my breathing started to become uneven.

"Please" I whispered "why are you crying my love" aonung asked and wiped my tears away.

"I-i can't do it anymore" I cried looking down at my lap "can't do what yn" neteyam voice was full of concern as he sat beside me and wrapped his arms around me.

"I can't be perfect I can never be perfect" I hiccuped my body shaking with each one.

"You are perfect" aonung smiled as he urged me to look at him "but I'm not you guys are you do more then your asked and me I can't even finish my chores without getting side tracked" I sniffed making them coo at me and hold me close.

"I see you finish all your tasks so what are you not finishing" neteyam murmured I sighed heavily "a-a few of the people has asked me to help them out and it seems that a lot of them want me to do their work to" I said.

The boys stared silently before taking off the rope and pulled me back into be "w-what" I asked and blushed as I was sandwiched between them tightly.

"We're sorry we didn't take notice sooner" neteyam whispered and kissed my cheek lightly.

"I'm sorry that we didn't take care of you when you needed it most"

Tag.List

@neteyamyawne @erenjaegerwifee @greekgods15 @sweetirilly

[st6rrrs]

YOUR BEST FRIENDS BROTHER - RAFE CAMERON X FEMALE READER

SUMMARY: for the longest you had an crush on rafe cameron aka Sarah's brother but you couldn't date your best friends brother and besides he didn't notice you anyway... well until one night

WARNINGS: 18+, age gap, smut, non con/dub con?, dark! rafe, swearing, choking, hair pulling, dom!rafe, virgin reader, lost of virginity, rough sex, fingering, unexperienced reader, lmk if i’m missing anything

A/N: rafe is 21 reader is 16 btww!!!

also this is short

Sarah had invited you over so you guys could hang out and watch movies. Sarah's dad, stepmom, and little sister had to go to the Bahamas for her dads work for the weekend. Sarah and rafe didn't have to go so they stayed.

rafe has never been nice to you like ever. he always calls you names like bitch, slut, virgin mary, whore, slut , etc. so you can say he isn't very fond of you.

"so what are we gonna watch?" Sarah ask "maybe comedy?"

"nah I like horror better"

"but im in an mood to laugh" Sarah explained

"okay then what about a horror comedy" you secretly loved horror comedies more than horror but you would never attempt that.

"oh yeaa" Sarah said as you laughed at her

"im gonna go get the snacks i'll be right back"

you said while hopping off her bed and exiting the room. as you walked down the stairs you heard something coming from rafe's room so being the nosy person you are you walk back up the stairs and slowly tip toe to his room door and you put your ear to the door.

you hear moaning and groaning you were scared you thought he was hurt so you quickly opened the door concerned and you see rafe laying down on his bed jerking off. he quickly pulls the covers over him

"what the fuck yn get out" rafe yells

You were shocked you quickly shut the door and ran down stairs, what the hell did you just witness. you tried to get the imagine of rafe's long cock out of your head. You opened the cabinet too look for the popcorn when you felt a strong hand grip your shoulder spinning you around.

"you know its not lady like to enter somebody's room without knocking"

it was rafe, he seemed overly calm... weird.

''i-i thought you w-were hurt."

he laughs slowly and looks you up and down. you take a deep breath to calm yourself down

"you might be a virgin but i know your not stupid princess"

he smirks

"wait..." "was my dick the first one you ever seen before"

he smirks once again, you were too embarrassed to answer that question so you looked down to the floor.

he grabbed your face really hard probably bruising it forcing you too look him in the eye.

"answer. the. question." rafe said "i don't like being ignored y/n."

he looked angry. you were scared to find out what would happen if u didn't answer his question so u did.

"y-yes" you stuttered

he chuckles and lets go oh your face which is most likely bruised now

"holy shit"

"rafe just fuck off okay jeez. every time you see me you don't have to remind me that im still a virgin."

you say as you turn around and grab the popcorn and putting it in the microwave. thats when feel something pocking your lower back.

"no ew rafe stop" you move away from him

"fine, fine"

he says putting his hands up in the air like he's surrendering and walking back up the stairs to his room.

you sigh of relief and grab the popcorn out of the microwave, pour it in a bowl and go back up stairs to Sarah's room.

"hey im back i got popcorn"

"finally you took forever" she laughs

"yea umm your brother wouldn't leave me only."

"just ignore him he's an ass to everyone" sarah says while shrugging

you guys ended up watching scary movie 2. after the movie yall soon fell asleep.

you woke up around midnight you looked over at Sarah she was sound a sleep so sneakily you got out of bed to get some water from the kitchen while you were walking down the stairs you felt a large hand wrap around your figure and put a hand over your mouth so you wouldn't scream.

it was rafe.

"stop moving"

he whispered in your ear but you still tried to wiggle your way out of his grip. he drags you to his room and throws you on the floor locking the door.

"oww what the fuck is wrong with you"

you say almost immediately getting up running over to rafe to try and unlock the door but before you can reach it he grabs you by your hair

"i told you to stop moving" "i don't like disobedience"

"oww rafe stop your hurting me"

he throws you onto the bed back first and pulls off your shorts and underwear and gets onto of you. you tried to scream but he puts his hand over your mouth.

he takes his time pulling your tank top and bra off. you tried to scream but it was muffled due to rafe's hand. Once your tank top and bra is off he started sucking your right nipple.

you didn't want this.

you tried to tell yourself over and over again but you knew it was a lie, what kind of best friend would you be hooking up with your best friends brother.

you moaned, you couldn't help it. but you still tried to wiggle out from under him.

he stopped to take his belt off, pants, and boxers then threw them on the floor using both of his hands so you finally had an chance to say something.

"rafe stop please" you begged "Sarah wouldn’t like this.”

"i don't give a shit yn, ill do whatever the fuck i want to you and you cant do anything about it"

"rafe please stop” you pleaded

"i'll be gentle" he said sarcastically

at this point you were straight up sobbing pleading him to stop but you knew it was too late when he felt the head of his cock at your entrance.

he pushed himself into you and he wasn't gentle at all he started thrusting into you at a very fast speed.

it wasn't pleasant at all it hurt like hell, he was painfully stretching you out. it was very overwhelming

“God, your so tight.” Rafe grunts, slamming into you at a rate that will leave you sore for days.

You moaned and screamed tears coming out you eyes as he kept going faster and harder.

“Be good and take me.”

As he worked you closer and closer to the end, he squeezed your neck chocking you.

he never let up on his speed or brutality

You finished around him hard and heavy, your limbs becoming pathetically weak.

As you came down from your high His hands tightened around your neck harder as he fucked himself into you, harder and harder, until he was coming, too.

part 2 ?

[ennoshitas-princess]

Winning My Heart

Kenma Kozume x chubby fem! reader Warnings: fluff, slight bullying (not from Kenma), Kuroo setting the two of you up, slight subducting (comments), swearing Synopsis: you are the younger sister of a professional gamer and he takes you to a convention, even though you wanted to spend your weekend at home Word Count: 772 So, I hope you love this, bc I found the idea super cute.

Being dragged by your older brother to any place where he had to be was something you were already used to, but never quite enjoyed. In your honest opinion you found video games fine, but never enjoyed playing them. Just the thought of you being here made your anxiety skyrocket to a whole new other level.

“Look, y/n. Your older brother is cool, isn't he?” Your brother bragged about his success, even though he just gained fame because of you.

The real reason why he became famous rather quickly happened one fateful day, the day you decided to enter his room while he streamed himself playing Minecraft. You entered to check up on him, and only in seconds when the comment section of his stream started to go nuts over you.

One comment read: “Damn, I wish I could date her~”

Another read: “Is that your girlfriend??”

Another one: “I bet her pussy tastes so good~”

Just seeing those comments made you ick in disgust. Mainly, these were guys right around your brother's age, about in their twenties. You were just in your second year in high school. Just thinking about them made you want to leave, but you just stood there, rolling your eyes.

He kept on shooting each opponent down, each smearing in red as they fell onto the ground. You stood there with eyes opened up widely, shaking in place, wanting to leave and not see the bloody horror on the screen.

He eventually got shot, but never made it to the top of the rest. The highest score right when your brother died was about twenty thousand points, while he only got to like a thousand or so. You stood there wondering who was the one with all these points?

You walk away from the pouting of your brother, not wanting to deal with the big baby he is. You found yourself venturing off to anywhere to maybe find an exit, but a part of you just wandered around to check the place out.

From pro gamers, to noobs, to the in-betweens, your eyes glimmered under the lights hung right above your head. The time and dedication put into being here made you want to congratulate every single one of them, except your brother.

You eventually see a stand with a faux blond playing Mario Kart, trying to beat a rooster head right beside him.

Fascinated, you stop to check out who is going to win. A group of tall guys stand in front of you, snickering to each other.

“What is a fat ass like you doing here? Only guys are allowed. Not a girl like her.” One of them said.

“Yeah, like what the fuck is wrong with her? She should go to the restaurant right around the corner.” Another snickered.

The faux blond got distracted with the comments and turned around to glare at them.

“What is wrong with you guys?!? Anyone can be here and have fun. You guys are just jealous that she might be better than you.” His golden eyes pierced their souls.

With that, they scurried off to hide.He turned back to his game, only to lose. His eyes popped out with frustration, wanting to kick anything and everything. He lost because of those dumb guys. You weren't a problem, they were.

“Hey, you protected that girl even at the cost of you losing Kenma. Why?” Kuroo teased the guy.

“Because people like them are just dumb and don't deserve to even exist, like they are just wasting our oxygen.” Kenma shrugged it off.

Kuroo being himself, he knew there was something more with him and you.

“Hey, Chibi-chan. Who are you and do you have a boyfriend?” Kuroo called out to you.

Your face scrunched up with a hint of blush. A random hot guy is asking you if you have a boyfriend. How could this be happening?

“Umm… no, I don't.” You glance down to the floor.

“Great! Hey Kenma, why don't you go out with her?” He teased him.

His head turned around to where you stood. His face turned into a tomato seeing your cute chubby cheeks. Your outfit too made you even more adorable.

“What is your name?” The rooster head asked.

“L/n y/n.” You replied to him.

Cute, I guess. The faux blond thought.

He reminds me of my kitten. You thought.

“Do you play video games?” Kenma approached you with a hint of hesitation.

“No, but my brother does.” You point to where your brother sat.

“Oh. I thought we could play together. I could always teach you some time.” He suggested.

“Sure!” You smile happily.

A/n: hello, the post I promised of Kenma!! I will post the winner of the poll soon!! Hopefully you enjoyed reading this!!

Thanks for stopping by!!

∘•······································•∘ʚ ♡ ɞ∘•·······································•∘

All rights reserved copyright ©

ennoshitas-princess

Please DO NOT repost on any other platform!!

Reblogs are acceptable

[riacte]

Space Opera AU dashboard simulator

🥧 syrupstars Follow

Anyone else think that Red King racer is a little... y'know... fruity?

👑 falsewellsupremacy Follow

He literally says "ladies, gentlemen, everyone in between, get in line" so I think that answers your question.

🥧 syrupstars Follow

What about the "#Ally4Life 🏳️‍🌈" on his Twilight handle?

👑 falsewellsupremacy Follow

I genuinely have no idea. Maybe he thinks it's about him being an ally to cishet people

#idk ren's just like that sometimes #void knows what he's doing #also prev tags you do not want to get into the black hole of who ren has dated #he has rumours with 3/4 of the grid #edit: WHO MENTIONED BAD BOY TEENAGE REN IN MY NOTES #the shippers are here... oh no #edit 2: not ren at the club.

74 notes

🛑 bluebatshater Follow

oh my voiddd ofc That Duo got p1 again... i need them to dnf in the race. i hope they crash and burn and die and i need crastle to get podium for ONCE. i am so mad. i am calling for the goddess tsuki to curse them. dnf dnf crash burn DIE

��� lesbianlumian Follow

the goddess tsuki LITERALLY protects racers and that's why they pray to her? you think the goddess tsuki, creator of lumians, will curse an actual lumian? be so fucking fr

🛑 bluebatshater Follow

if you dont have anything productive to say get off my post. freak

#those blue bats stannies are SO ANNOYING THEY ARE EVERYWHERE #they're overshadowing all the other teams #cant even be a bitchy hater in peace #salt #negativity #hateposting

12 notes

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

OMG FALSE IS SO PRETTY SHES MY QUEEN OF HEARTS OMG OMGOMGOGM 💖💖💖💖💖💖 i tihnk im gonna pass out. HER HAIR FLYING IN THE WIND AND HER RED FRECKLES AND HER SMILE WHY IS MY HEART BEATING SO FAST and Ren is hot I guess he's tall like a ferris wheel

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

Looking at posts from five years ago is funny like how did I ever believe I was straight

🍦 jelliepopsicle Follow

OP, I think I recognise your url... did you write that viral Bad Boy Ren x QoH fic on Launchpad?

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

💀 Shut the fuck up right NOWWW!!

#STOP MENTIONING THAT FIC I WFOTE WHEN I WAS THIRTEEEN!!! #everything before my gay awakening is not canon. sorry #tbh... as much as a nightmare it was i kinda miss that stupid fic #it was from a simpler time #now im in university trying to contact my groupmates and i think one of them got lost in a blackhole last tuesday (again) #sigh. this keeps on happening to me #my cousin worked on one of the moons last summer for two weeks and came back like he'd aged six months #my friend's ex got sucked into a black hole and was briefly spaghettified but they managed to revive her and she gloats that she's finally taller than my friend's ex #whoops sorry for dumping in the notes #anyways. bad boy rk x good girl queen of hearts. awful idea. even more awful fic. yet i wrote it #i regret everything and nothing

25 notes

🗣️ peace-and-planets-deactivated63891092

PSA: Sunblr user @/summerheavens writes RPF of the Exterra 1 racers. She is a big name fan in the Miraculous Laserbug fandom so I thought you all would like to know. This is gross and disgusting behaviour and I implore you to stop.

🍬 summerheavens Follow

umm @/peace-and-planets i literally saw your kudos on my fic. the evidence is out there. girl what are YOU doing at the devil's sacrament. what are you doing on my roseduo rpf titled "hang your head low in the glow of the vending machine (we're not trying)".

but i'm glad you liked it enough to give it a kudos ^_^ will certainly be putting more on the starchive!

❄️ justwingit Follow

LMFAOOOO OP DEACTIVATEDDDDD 😭😭😭 sunblr user got killed by a rpf author. if you're gonna secretly read rpf maybe not leave a kudos?????

🚀 exterrablrheritage

Exterra 1 Heritage Post

⚡ littlewoodbabygirl69

It's been ten years since this post... @/summerheavens are you okay after recent developments

🍬 summerheavens Follow

am i okay? is ANYONE okay??? in these trying times??????? with the most chaotic gp to ever exist?????? i am PULLING OUT WIPS i dropped out of respect ten years ago. i've got to send my kid to daycare but once i'm done you bet you're seeing me on the starchive. miss swift even dropped her 20th album just in time for me to use lyrics as titles. i am LIVING and i am THRIVING

#ohhhhhhhhhh #let's go #also can't believe taylor finally addressed the vehicle manslaughter rumours from like twenty years ago #how fitting #also littlewood needs to get his shit together #why does he look like he's the one who hasn't seen his man in 32738102371 years and got his soul shattered #he's weak and won't survive the winter

27,408 notes

🧈 butteredbread Follow

WHAT is wrong with that lykos. i desire him carnally

🌳 treebark

@/handoftheking

🪓 handoftheking

I mean... yeah. Let's face it, we're all like that 🤷

⭐ nonbinarystar Follow

MR LITTLEWOOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

#WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM #I HATE HIM SO MUCH #PARASOCIAL RELATIONSHIPS CAN ALSO BE ABOUT HATE #THIS GLOWSTICK MF IS MY WORST ENEMY #he just canonised treebark for the sixth time #also prev tags so real #need to slingshot him into a faraway galaxy

34,091 notes

🫃 spaceshipmpreg Follow

Who put that Just a Dream FalseRen AMV on my dash again

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

Respect your roots!! That 125M views Just a Dream AMV raised a generation. Every kid in my school played it on loop on their ipods during recess

🔮 queenofstarz03 Follow

wait op can you explain your url

🫃 spaceshipmpreg Follow

No 👍

#i think we should get the dogwarts freighter pregnant

6 notes

[quailhogs]

I have been rewriting some chapters of my ten-year-old stupid story and was hoping to do so without having to make entirely new posts, but alas I cannot. 

VII. The Other

Fortress Rock, New Hampshire, 1886

These social visits were growing tedious for Theresa, especially as they always seemed to end in disaster.  This time, she made the wise decision to telegraph Daniel prior to her arrival, thus he was eagerly expecting her.  Daniel’s house was best described as a collage of mismatched architectural styles.  It sat at the edge of the woods of New Hades.  Despite consuming her usual foul-tasting cocktail of semi-poisonous elixirs for protection, Theresa felt uneasy returning to the district where she was shot. 

Theresa approached the front door and was greeted a gaunt man wearing a pair of teashades.  She looked at him awkwardly, not knowing how to introduce herself. Theresa was not even certain that this man was Daniel.  “Umm… Is Mr. Keilhaus home?”  “This is he,” the man replied sternly.  Beyond the glasses concealing his eyes, the man was unrecognizable, being unhealthily gaunt, and sporting a mustache and much shorter hair than Daniel had in his youth. 

“Hello… Daniel, it’s me_”  “I know who you are.  Do you not think that I can recognize my own sister?”  He hugged Theresa tightly and abruptly.  “I always had this thread of hope, that you somehow did not actually die,” Daniel said before releasing her.  “I am grateful to be here,” she replied uneasily.

“Please, let’s go into the parlor.  Make yourself at home.”

The two sat down in some rather stiff and uncomfortable chairs in Daniel’s parlor.  He studied Theresa.  She appeared slightly more masculine than he envisioned, being that she had been a dainty yet disobedient child.  “You are actually here, right?  I am not going mad?” he asked.  “I’m not sure how to explain what happened.  It’s kind of unbelievable.”  “Try me,” Daniel replied.

“I made this elixir that I inhaled, and it petrified my entire body.  I was in a sort of transitional phase between being alive and dead.  I regained consciousness in a coffin and a boy dug me out,” she briefed him in haste.  “Fascinating,” Daniel replied.  He was still unclear of any science behind what Theresa was saying. 

“It was terrible,” Theresa lamented, “being buried alive.  I’ve never been more scared.  I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.”  “I could only imagine. Well, that boy who dug you up deserved some sort of award.”   Theresa chuckled awkwardly in response, “Well, he got more of a punishment.  We got married.”  “Married, and I was not even invited?”  “I thought you were still in Linz! I did not know how to contact you.”  “I jest, Theresa. That Linz business was ages ago. So, who was the lucky man?”  “His name is Gregor Goth.  He’s a doctor.”

Daniel’s eyebrows furrowed.  “So, you are the infamous Theresa Goth!  Survived a shotgun blast to the back?  You do not look like you have a scratch on you!”  Theresa’s pale face turned crimson, not realizing how much the story of her murder had spread.  “Yes, that was me… an idiot shot me in the back and crippled me for almost a year.”   Daniel scowled “Had I known that you were the one that this idiot shot, I would have hunted him down myself!”   “Well my back was turned to him and nobody saw his face, unfortunately.”   “Yes, quite a mystery. Everything about you is miraculous, Theresa.  The hat especially!” 

“Would you please stop with the excessive flattery?” Theresa replied, becoming more unnerved by Daniel’s slimy demeanor and lack of sincerity. “I’m sorry, that was a bit harsh," she apologized for her bluntness.

“I understand.  I tend to make people uncomfortable when I’m trying to be cordial.  It does not come quite naturally to me.”

Daniel suddenly appeared mournful, “Shame what happened with Jakob.  He always had a temper, but I never imagined him doing... that.”  Theresa sighed, “You two used to beat the piss out of each other.”  “HE used to beat the piss out of ME!  You can only push a man so far.  I finally fought back and gave him a black eye.  It was a cowardly strike, I will admit… but he underestimated me," Daniel rambled. “Didn’t he lock you in the outhouse after you did that?”  Daniel stared at the floor, mildly embarrassed of these childhood memories, “Speaking of pieces of shit…”

Theresa caught a glimpse of Daniel’s eyes, which looked abnormally pale.  “Umm… the glasses?” she gestured towards his face.  “Oh these?  I have an infection, it’s a little embarrassing.”   Daniel abruptly stood up to disrupt the conversation, “Can I make you some tea?  Congou or perhaps Oolong?”   Theresa ignored the offer, “I’m a doctor, let me see your eyes.”  “I’d really prefer not to.”  “Daniel, take off the glasses!” Theresa demanded.  Daniel groaned and lowered his glasses, revealing that his irises were completely white, “Satisfied?”  He muttered.

Theresa felt as if her innards collapsed, “Daniel… What did you do to yourself?”  “It’s just a little Arcus Senilis.” 

Theresa grew indignant from Daniel’s lies, “Do you take me for a moron?  Arcus Senilis does not look like that!”  “I am not sure what else to say to you, Theresa.”  “What did you do, Daniel?!” she repeated louder, unable to maintain a stoic presence.  She could tell that Daniel had been consuming controlled amounts of Nocturnis Vitae, exhibiting early symptoms of his transformation. 

Daniel took out a handkerchief and coughed a small amount of blood into it.  “It’s nothing,” he added, “just cleansing myself of bad blood.”   Theresa sat there silently and watched in horror.  “What?” he responded, in annoyance.  “You are trying to turn yourself into a vampire, Daniel!  This is bad.  I need to find out how to stop this!”  “A vampire?” Daniel chortled, “It’s just a throat infection!”

Daniel put one arm over his face and reached out towards Theresa, slowly walking in her direction, “Oooh!  I’m a vampire!  I’m going drink your blood!” he mocked, his Austrian accent suddenly becoming apparent.  Theresa leapt out of the chair and pulled out her wand before pointing it at Daniel in an attempt to defend herself.  He cackled obnoxiously, “So we are playing pretend?  I’m a vampire and you are going to use a toy wand to cast a curse on me?”  Theresa had once attempted to use the wand in private to levitate an empty flask three inches from her desk, but had been unsuccessful.  She felt foolish for even attempting.  She was nonetheless fearful of what Daniel could do.

“It’s fucking sharp and strong enough to puncture metal!”  “We have not seen each other for 26 years and the first thing you want to do is stab your own brother with a children’s toy?”  “You stay away from me, Daniel!” she replied, continuing to point the wand in Daniel’s direction as she inched towards the doorway.  “This is pathetic and childish, Theresa!”  “Either let me help you or I’ll have no other option!”  she shouted before bolting out of the house.

Previous

[deathbyathousandspiders]

hello!! ive been scrolling thru ur work and i am instantly obsessed. can i request a meet cute of peter? :( maybe they meet post nwh and she’s like wanda and she’s doing lessons w strange like america chavez 🥹 something like that :D thank u!

do u also happen to have a masterlist? i’d love to read more of ur work ure really amazing! ❤️‍🔥

you’re so sweet!! i just published my masterlist and pinned it :)

but here’s the link too !!

✨masterlist✨.

this is just a quick lil blurb :,) i hope you like it !!

800+.

The chill of winter rushed down your spine, causing a subtle shiver to follow along your goosebumps. You should’ve known that the old ass windows of the Sanctum would be drafty, but the view of New York covered in snow was somehow a sight you couldn’t pull your focus from. It was breathtaking.

Strange trusted you to house–sit the Sanctum Sanctorum while he and Wong went out to visit Kamar–Taj. It was a little day trip for them, so you didn’t mind the task. Besides, it was the least you could do to make it up to Dr. Strange for letting you stay there. You couldn’t exactly remember how you’d lost your family, but alas, it brought you here anyways. You were left lonesome, with powers you could barely summon on command.

He was training you on your telekinesis abilities, and giving you sanctuary from the blistering wind–chill outside. Watching the Sanctum for a few hours felt like a reasonable task for you to take on. You were more than capable of protecting it.

The sound of the doorbell stirred you from your people watching, immediately grounding you from your thoughts while you trekked down the steps. The doorbell rang again just before you got to the large door, opening it with a slight twinge of irritation. All your annoyance melted away when you realized who had disrupted the peaceful afternoon.

A boy, roughly your age, stood on the steps in front of you. He looked at you doe–eyed. Stunned. It seemed like you both anticipated a greeting from different people. His brown eyes pierced your soul, making a mental note to remind you that you had to see them again. His hands dug into the pockets of his winter coat, hesitant to break the silence.

“Is, uh- Is Dr. Strange here?” He asked, voice on the verge of breaking. It almost seemed like he was too scared to hear the answer.

Your head turned into the building, about to call out for the doctor before you realized how much of an idiot you were for forgetting. “Um, no. Sorry, he’s out today.” Your brows creased, feeling a little sympathetic. You weren’t sure why your powers were picking up his energy so adamantly, but his energy was something that drew you in. “Do you want me to deliver a message?”

It seemed like your words carried a weight that only he knew the gravity of. He suddenly seemed lighter. Hopeful. “I, umm.. No, that’s okay.” He turned on his heel, stepping down the steps again. “Thanks anyways–”

“Wait.” You cut him off. You couldn’t figure out why, but you didn’t want him to go. Part of you knew he was more significant than he was leading on. A part of him lived in the barren sanctum walls, and you knew it. “What’s your name?” A small smile touched your lips, “I’ll let him know you stopped by.”

The boy froze dead in his tracks. It was almost like you’d said something wrong. Shit. Doe eyes turned into the stare of a deer in headlights. He didn’t seem to know what to do.

Your brows creased a little more, concernment sewn in the crevasse this time. “Are you okay?” He didn’t reply. He didn’t even move. You weren’t sure why he started malfunctioning, but you knew you had to do something.

“Maybe it’ll help if I tell you my name first?” Even you didn’t sound too sure, but this was better than nothing. You leaned into the doorframe more, trying to present yourself in less of an intimidating way. “I’m Y/N.”

You watched him mimicking the deep breath you took, easing into his posture. He gained some color back, and found his way back to his body. A nervous smile tickled the corners of his mouth with a breathy laugh, awkwardly glancing down at his boots.

“Sorry..” He spoke amid the anxious laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” His smile grew at the way your name fit with his voice. “I’m, uh.. Peter Parker.” It was like his name was some forbidden tongue. Getting it out seemed to lift the weight stuck on his shoulders though. “My name’s Peter Parker.”

Smiling back at him, you stood upright. “Well, Peter Parker, it’s nice to meet you too.” You sent a reassuring nod in his direction. “I’ll be sure to let the doctor know you stopped by.” Your brow arched at him, unable to shake the grin off your face. “Alright?”

Peter took steps away from the door, but kept his eyes on yours. “Thank you!” He beamed a little. It seemed to be the first light to hit the boy’s eyes in a while. “Happy holidays, Y/N.” He chimed, walking off into the street.

You hollered the same thing back in his direction before shutting the sanctum doors. You couldn’t quite dismiss the odd energy that your powers sensed from Peter, but it wasn’t a negative feeling. In fact, it was fascinating to you. And walking back to the drafty old window you’d been stuck at all day, you realized you wouldn’t be forgetting about Peter Parker anytime soon.

You hoped you’d be lucky enough to see him soon.

[brionysea]

hey you’re a wheeler family guy so i’ve got to ask:

thoughts on that s3 karen/billy arc that happened?

I'm not a guy but sure!

umm. well for one thing it's convenient that the person who was on his way to ruin mike's family (via the family member mike has the strongest relationship with and would have felt the most betrayed by) got into a car crash. it's also convenient that the person who was making one of mike's best friend's lives a living hell got into a car crash (probably at around the same time mike was crashing out in a car with hopper). double convenient, one might say. especially with max later revealing that she would pray for that exact thing to happen. I know the point here isn't mike, but like... are we sure? are we SUPER DUPER sure??? this is yet another instance of the plot lining up way too closely with what mike would want out of any given situation: the guy who's trying to fuck his mum and has a history of hurting max goes away. the intersection of those two interests is just... very mike. I don't know who else could fit them both

anyway. to be less predictably myself now: karen continuing to be closely tied to the supernatural plot despite supposedly being irrelevant to it. she literally could've died confronting billy at the pool. then mike and nancy would've been even more insane, and like - let's be real, ted would NOT step up as a single parent the way joyce did. he's barely there as a married parent

it's also generally continuing the trend of wheelers being trapped in romantic relationships they don't want to be in for a variety of reasons - nancy, mike, and karen, are all, at some point, either lying to themselves or just used to settling, and they all get these moments of 'well, I can't leave them, look how pathetic they are...' because they're compassionate people, and somehow that ends up feeling like they owe their partner a relationship. they don't owe, of course, but karen also confirms that no matter how unhappy they are, cheating is a step too far because these three wheelers are generally very caring. they all have their blind spots, but it's still true. steve and nancy broke up before anything happened with jonathan, karen decided against meeting billy, and mike is too caught up on his fears of hurting/losing el to even consider moving onto anything with will for the moment

there's also the usual thing with s3 which is like. I see what it's going for. karen being sexually frustrated also follows nancy into s4 (that's basically the only reason nancy returns any of steve's eyes at that point - her boyfriend Isn't There, girlie's FRUSTRATED). but at the same time, like. karen. mrs wheeler. I understand that all the teenagers in this show who didn't start when their actors were 10 look 35 (the teenagers who DID start when their actors were 10 look 25), but that IS a teenager. he's in high school. he's your daughter's age. please stop.

[emma-m-black]

Soul Mate Magic - Chapter Six

Rupert Giles x OC (FanFiction) - MATURE 18+

A new magical transfer comes to Sunnydale High, and ends up discovering a magical connection with our favorite Watcher.

OC is 19+ (Not a Minor), Age Gap, Slow Burn-ish (with a little preview thrown in there during the Bandy Candy Episode).

This will be a multi chapter story I don't know how spicy it will get yet, but I'll rate it Mature just to be safe.

Author Master List

Read: Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five

Chapter Six

It was Monday morning, and Rose stood outside the walls of Sunnydale High, staring at the cold, unyielding concrete. She had spent Sunday locked away in her room, replaying the events of Saturday over and over in her mind. The memories were all too clear—Giles, the magic, the heat between them. While the others seemed to have moved on, pretending as if the madness of Ethan’s spell had never happened, Rose remembered everything. Maybe Giles didn’t remember. The thought gnawed at her. If he did, how could he live with the guilt? How could she?

“Hey, Rose,” Willow’s voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. “How are you… umm… feeling today?”

Rose hesitated, torn between the truth and what was easier. “A little out of sorts. Saturday’s kind of a blur, and I had the worst brain fog yesterday.”

Willow’s eyes widened with concern. “So you don’t remember anything after Friday?”

“I remember talking to Mr. Giles about some books, then you, Buffy, and Xander brought us that chocolate, but after that…” She shrugged, feigning confusion.

“Are you heading to class?” Willow asked, though her tone suggested she wasn’t sure if she should leave Rose alone.

“I was going to stop by the library first,” Rose said, her voice tightening. The weight of what she needed to do pressed down on her chest.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Willow asked, too quickly.

“No, I’ll be fine. I just need to grab a book.” Rose offered a tight smile, sensing Willow’s worry but brushing it aside. She needed to speak to Giles, and she needed to do it alone. “I’ll meet you in English in like ten minutes, okay?”

Willow lingered for a moment before nodding. “Okay…”

Rose’s stomach twisted as she approached the library. Her pulse quickened, each step pulling her closer to the confrontation she wasn’t sure she was ready for. When she pushed open the library door, the familiar scent of old books and polished wood greeted her. Giles stood near the shelves, his back to her as he slid a book into its place.

He turned at the sound of her entrance, his face shifting from mild curiosity to a rigid mask as his gaze landed on her. “Good morning, Mr. Giles,” Rose greeted, her voice unsteady.

“Mr. Giles,” he muttered, almost to himself, like the title was a bitter joke.

“Could we talk for a moment?” Rose’s heart raced as memories of Saturday flooded her mind—Giles’s touch, their kiss, him on top of her, and their magical connection.

“Of… of course. What can I help you with today?” His voice was composed, but his movements were stiff. He stayed rooted in place, his hands buried deep in his pockets, as if afraid to move closer.

“I remember everything,” Rose said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Giles’s eyes hardened. “Remember what?”

Rose stepped forward. “Are we really going to do this, Rupert?”

At the mention of his name, Giles flinched. He stepped back, retreating as if her words burned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ms. Murphy. And I’d prefer if you referred to me as Mr. Giles.”

Rose’s shoulders sagged, her heart sinking at his cold tone. “Is this how it’s going to be now? We weren’t in control. It wasn’t—”

“Again, Ms. Murphy, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Giles interrupted, his voice sharper now, a strained edge cutting through his usual calm. His gaze locked on hers, but there was something behind it—a flicker of pain, of self-loathing that he was trying so hard to hide.

Rose felt her pulse throb in her throat. “We need to talk about what happened.”

Giles’s face twisted, and he took two steps forward, his shoes hitting the floor with a hard, deliberate thud. The sound echoed through the library like a gavel coming down. “I am your elder! I took advantage of you!” His voice rose, the rawness in his tone betraying the facade of composure he was struggling to maintain. “What happened between us was a mistake—a violation of everything I stand for. And we will never speak of it again. Do you understand?”

Rose stood frozen, her breath caught in her chest. The pain in his voice was undeniable, but so was the anger, the regret. He was consumed by it, suffocating under the weight of his guilt, and it was tearing him apart.

She took a hesitant step forward. “Please, I just—”

“I am a mentor at this school. You are its student. There is nothing more to say.” His voice cracked slightly, betraying him for a brief second before the cold mask returned. “If you don’t need academic assistance, I suggest you leave.”

Rose’s hands balled into fists at her sides. “Fine,” she said, her voice trembling with frustration. “If you can’t be an adult and talk about this, then I’ll leave. But we can’t pretend it didn’t happen, because it did.”

Giles’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, Rose thought he might break. But instead, he turned away, his shoulders stiff. “There is nothing to discuss. Now please… leave before you’re late for class.”

Turning on her heel, Rose left the library, her mind reeling. She could feel the pressure in her chest building, the lump in her throat making it hard to swallow. She was never one to get emotional, but it was taking everything in her not to cry as she walked down the long, dimly lit halls toward her class. The walls seemed to close in around her, and the sounds of students’ distant chatter barely reached her ears. All she could hear was the echo of Giles’s harsh words, the cold dismissal ringing louder than any bell.

When she finally reached her classroom, Rose was relieved to find that Willow was nowhere to be seen. She needed a moment to collect herself, to get her emotions in check before facing anyone else. Sitting in her usual seat, Rose let her shoulders slump, her body sagging with the weight of exhaustion and frustration. She retrieved her books from her bag, but they felt like dead weight in her hands.

Minutes passed. Still, no Willow. Rose tapped her fingers absently on the desk, her eyes drifting to the clock. Just as the bell rang, Willow slipped in through the doorway, rushing over to sit across from Rose, slightly breathless.

“Willow, where have you been?” Rose asked, her voice sharper than she intended.

“Sorry, Buffy needed something,” Willow replied quickly, her words tumbling out as if she’d rehearsed them in her head on the way. She glanced nervously at Rose, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “So, umm… did you find the book you were looking for?”

The question felt off, like Willow was trying too hard, still probing for something Rose wasn’t ready to talk about. It hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken questions.

“No,” Rose said, her tone flat. “The library didn’t have what I was looking for.”

Willow’s eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, searching for any sign of what Rose might be hiding. But Rose kept her expression neutral, unwilling to let anyone in—not even Willow. The rest of the class passed in a blur, but Rose couldn’t shake the sense that Willow was still watching her, trying to figure her out.

As the morning crawled by, Rose couldn’t help but notice that Willow stayed unusually close, sticking by her side through their classes and even while walking the halls. It was as if she was keeping an eye on her, making sure Rose didn’t slip away, both physically and emotionally.

Now, standing in line for lunch, Willow cleared her throat, her voice tentative. “So, the gang was going to go to the Bronze tonight, and I wondered if you wanted to come with?”

Rose hesitated, the thought of being around everyone made her stomach tighten. “I don’t know. I was kind of just planning on catching up on some sleep after studying tonight.”

“Please come,” Willow pressed, her voice hopeful. “We could even study together after classes today before we go.”

Rose sighed, glancing at her friend. Willow’s eyes were wide, pleading, and it was hard to say no when she looked like that. “Fine, but I don’t want to stay out too late.”

“Scout’s honor, we’ll leave before nine,” Willow replied with a bright smile, raising her palm in a mock salute.

“You weren’t in Scouts, were you?” Rose asked, a small, reluctant laugh escaping her lips.

“Nope,” Willow said, her grin widening.

Rose blinked, trying to suppress the laughter that was bubbling up against her will. She didn’t want to feel better. She wanted to be angry, to wallow in her own self-pity. But, as always, Willow was making that impossible.

As they moved through the cafeteria line, Willow continued chatting, her voice light and filled with that familiar, rambling quality Rose had come to rely on.

“So, did you figure out that math problem yet?” Willow asked, grabbing a tray and loading it with food, her movements quick and practiced.

Rose sighed. “Barely. Why does Mr. Hopkins insist on making everything feel like quantum physics? It’s geometry, not rocket science.”

Willow giggled. “He does like to make everything sound ten times more complicated than it is. I spent an hour on that stupid triangle problem before I realized I’d read the question wrong.”

Xander appeared next to them, tray in hand. “Math talk? Really? I thought we had a sacred, unspoken rule: no math during lunch. Or, you know, ever.”

Rose gave him a tight smile. “Sorry to offend your delicate sensibilities, Xander.”

“Look, I’m just saying,” he replied, mock-serious. “Math is like... the broccoli of school subjects. Nobody really wants it, but they tell you it’s good for you.”

Buffy joined them as they reached the end of the line, sliding into the conversation easily. “Yeah, but you can smother broccoli in cheese. Can’t really do that with math.”

Xander grinned. “True, true. Cheese does make everything better.”

Willow laughed as they headed toward their usual table. “Maybe we could start a petition to replace math with cheese appreciation. You’d actually ace that class, Xander.”

“Finally, a subject I can excel in!” he said with an exaggerated sigh of relief.

Buffy rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched in amusement. “You’d probably get extra credit for knowing all the different kinds.”

Rose stayed quiet as they sat down, her tray feeling heavier than it should have. The conversation buzzed around her, but her mind kept drifting back to the morning, to Giles’s sharp voice and icy demeanor. She forced herself to focus on the here and now, trying to ground herself in the normalcy of lunchtime with her friends.

The rest of the conversation was light, the usual banter flying around the table, but beneath it, Rose could feel the tension. It was subtle, but there—like an undercurrent no one wanted to acknowledge. She could feel Xander’s eyes on her, his glances lingering too long, and she knew exactly what he was thinking about. The memory of her—half-naked, vulnerable—flickered in his mind just as it did in hers.

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, the familiar shame washing over her like a wave. But she reminded herself again and again—it wasn’t her. It wasn’t her choice. What she did wasn’t the real her.

At least, not the her she wanted to be.

When lunch ended, the group began to scatter, heading off to their respective classes. Willow, whom Rose wouldn’t see again until the end of the day, was walking backward, her usual awkward enthusiasm lighting up her face.

“So, meet you at the library at three!” she called out, her voice bright as she spun around and sprinted down the hall before Rose could even respond.

Rose watched her disappear, a groan escaping her lips as she muttered under her breath, “Dammit.”

Chapter Seven