#I formatted this on my phone so it might be a bit weird

[forzaferraris]

PUPPY LOVE — po5

pairing: patricio o'ward x stella! reader summary: in which the dog got your attention first but the boy keeps you forever. warnings: tooth rotting fluff, sexual innuendos, inaccurate timeline of events, reader doesn't know much about indycar, arrow mclaren when i catch you arrow mclaren, pato and his fascination with calling reader hermosa, references to the art that is bax lurmans romeo + juliet film, love blooms in abu dhabi and blossoms further in miami. style: social media file faceclaim: isabllemathersx on instagram, however you can picture her as whoever you please authors note: trying a new formatting approach for fics with this one. this is fic number 2/3 of my 3 fanfic options i posted earlier. sorry if this is a little ooc for pato, i also original had thi based this instead of meeting at indycar but instead they meet at the 2023 abu dhabi grand prix instead ! add yourself to my taglist !

WELCOME TO YOU'VE GOT MAIL . . . find a match today !

would you like to send a message? YES / NO

you: what's your dogs name, right now >:( pato: his name is norbi why are you on a dating app? surely finding love isn't all that difficult for you? you: originally i did it to entertain my girls' group chat, but after every loser i've tried to meet "naturally" ultimately fumbling the bad so disrespectfully, why not take this dating app stuff a bit more seriously 🤷🏻‍♀️ pato: what are you even doing in abu dhabi anyway? you: how do you know im in abu dhabi? pato: this app is location-based, you wouldn't have been able to match with me if you weren't in the same location as me, plus you just confirmed it with that question. . . . seen 3 minutes ago

ynstella just posted to their story . . .

seen by racerbia, francisca.cgomes and 12,3009 others [ caption one: why did i say yes to coming to abu dhabi, shit is fucking hot ] [ caption two: abu dhabi gp, i'm here to make you my bitch ] [ caption three: your favourite duo back to cause trouble @/racerbia ] view more story replies . . . landonorris baby stella in the building ! ⤷ ynstella baby? lando norris i'm older than you ⤷ landonorris by like three whole months >:( ⤷ ynstella L + ratio + wrong + get a job + unfunny + you fell off + never liked you anyway + cope ⤷ ynstella im gonna curse the race, are we prepared for max verstappen 3x wdc ! ⤷ landonorris i'm literally going to to dob on you, you're being so mean rn >:( ⤷ ynstella you dirty little dibber dobber cindy !

alexandrasaintmleux prettiest girl <3 ⤷ ynstella says you i'm gonna smooch your face on that podium cmere mwah mwah mwah kissy kissy ⤷ alexandrasaintmleux stop got me blushing, charles it looking at me weird ⤷ ynstella he doesn't have to know baby girl x

francisca.cgomes you're so hot, if dating app hottie doesn't pull you i might ! ⤷ ynstella i'm blushing, flirting with the enemy, whatever will my dad think ⤷ francisca.cgomes babe it's a modern day romeo + juliet, but the baz lurhman edition. ⤷ ynstella who is who in this situation? oscarpiastri lando said stop being mean to him on social media ⤷ ynstella lando give oscar his phone back

racerbia we r so cute, i luv us !

pooknation groupchat . . .

instagram dms between ynstella and patriciooward . . .

ynstella has posted . . .

liked by mclaren, oscarpiastri, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux and 88,340 others ynstella abu dhabi, i came i saw and max verstappen concurred !

view more . . mclaren our own resident mclaren girl will always post about redbull and not mclaren ⤷ ynstella i'd post oscar but lando is somehow always in the background of the pictures i take, i'm not having lando on my account 🙅🏻‍♀️ ⤷ landonorris can i go one day without you publicly hating me ⤷ ynstella when you get a race win next season pooh bear x username pooh bear? is lando the man she's trying to soft launch? not actually enemies but enemies to lovers?? ⤷ ynstella good lord no. lando norris wishes he could have a chance with me ⤷ landonorris disgusting don't put words in my mouth. you wish you're the one wishing you could have a chance with me ⤷ oscarpiastri nurse, they're back at it again francisca.cgomes i need more of this soft launch shit. it's like a drug to me post more. im foaming at the mouth. ⤷ ynstella can i hard launch our relationship instead ⤷ pierregasly nah bc i am literally right here man ⤷ ynstella get out of my comments with my gf pear

username are we ignoring that y/n is soft launching a man, rue, when was this? ⤷ username recently it seems ⤷ username shocked. i wonder what her dad thinks ?? ⤷ ynstella not that its any of your business, but my dad's actually quite charmed with him x

patriciooward has posted . . . 📍 abu dhabi , united arab emirates

liked by arrowmclaren, elbaoward, racerbia and 63,001 others patriciooward what a weekend, cya next year !

view more. . .

username there's one too many soft launch pictures in this race weekend dump ⤷ username ladies we've lost another one ⤷ username all men are the same. breaking my heart elbaoward since when did "have a good time in abu dhabi" mean somehow get someone to soft launch? ⤷ patriciooward the just a silly lil guy rizz worked unfortunately ⤷ elbaoward i doubt that, so much.

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[ caption one: where to next 🛫 ] [ caption two: mother hood looks good on me ] [ caption three: boyfriend reveal ]

francisca.cgomes i can't believe i'm in love with a MILF ! ⤷ ynstella i want you so bad 😩 ⤷ francisca.cgomes lets kiss rn before our boyfriends see

alexandrasaintmleux i think norbi is cute enough to convince charles that we need to get a dog ⤷ ynstella ugh i hate when you mention that man >:( how come WE can't get a dog together ⤷ alexandrasaintmleux my love because you are a capulet and i am a montague </3 ⤷ ynstella as long as lando is the character that dies first i'd happily performe shakespeare with y'all

landonorris this is insane, my brain can't keep up with the events that are unfolding right in front of me ⤷ ynstella pook i think that's both a you issue and a skill issue, double homicide. ⤷ landonorris oh so you hate me again ⤷ ynstella i never stopped, if you have 0 haters i've died <3

patriciooward te mo hermosa ⤷ ynstella shut up, don't tell me you love me over text, that's so foul ⤷ patriciooward i've been telling you i love you for two months now </3 ⤷ ynstella oh shit, i forgot to buy you an anniversary gift </3 ⤷ patriciooward oh hermosa, what am i going to do with you ⤷ ynstella well when you word it like that . . . i could think of a few things

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seen by arrowmclaren, racerbia, francisca.cgomes and 22,010 others [ caption one: feliz aniversario (happy anniversary) ] [ caption two: happy 2 months ! feliz aniversario ] [ caption three: came for the dog. stayed for the owner <3 ]

mclaren happy anniversary ! ⤷ ynstella thanks admin, love u so big x

ynstella i adore you, ⤷ patriciooward te adoro mas, hermosa ⤷ ynstella happiest with you in my life i fear ⤷ patriciooward good, i don't plan on going anywhere

authors note: abu dhabi 2023, you are so special to me <3 please enjoy this little pato o'ward fanfic. praying, manifesting the tags let me post this and doesn't shadowban me sobbing crying throwing up

[mothisamess]

Bakusquad x Insecure! Reader

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or alternatively a reader that's just not confident bare faced

(more platonic but could be seen as romantic! more fem centric. sorry for weird formatting I wrote on my phone lol and not proof read I wrote this in less that 10 mins)

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- It was no secret that you were one of the prettiest people in class 1-A.

- You were always put together.

- having your hair clean and always wearing at least some makeup.

- it was a very very rare occurrence that you wouldn't be wearing any. practically no one had ever seen you without it.

- the closest they got was after training or villain attacks.

- one night, you, Mina, Kirishima, Jirou, Sero, Denki, and Bakugo were having a sleepover in Mina's dorm.

- It was around 12am and everyone was winding down for the night. (Bakugo is not very happy about it. but it's the weekend so they managed to convince him)

- mina handed you a makeup wipe so you could sleep barefaced.

- you politely refused.

- mina pryed a bit more, she didn't want her pretty best friend to break out!

- you laughed a bit and made a joke about how you 'look like one of those old diseased hairless cats' without makeup.

Mina - ✩⁠

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- she's shook.

- you're literally her perfect best friend like huh?

- she'll pester you about it for a while

- and if you say that it was caused by others at your old school...

- she loses her MINDDD

- bc youre gorgeous like what?

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- she always hyped you but before but now it's extra!

- will 100% spread rumors about anyone who talks bad about you.

(and they're vileee 💀)

Kirishima - ✩⁠

- he's so surprised

- you look like that and think you look bad??

- aggressive positivity. literally shoving it down your throat.

- hype man!!

- he hypes you up more than Bakugo at this point

- if anyone's trying to be rude to you he will immediately stop them.

- he will not hold back in training and will definitely tell other people that they aren't nice

- and you know it's bad when even Kirishima isn't nice to you. before the person knows it all of class 1-A hates them.

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Jirou - ✩⁠

- she's so surprised!!

- you're like a goddess in her eyes

- she doesn't say much about it that night but over time she subtly hypes you up!

- just small things like 'you're hair looks nice today's or 'where did you get that shirt?'

- she's a little nervous that she'll offend you so she tries her best to not seem as blunt as normal.

- if anyone says anything bad about you (in general but especially about how you look) she goes crazy 💀

- she will not hold back during training.

- (she has gotten scolded by Aizawa for it before)

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Sero - ✩⁠

- he has to take a moment to take in what you said

- like huh?!

- how are you insecure?

- you'll def end up having one of those deep conversations another night where he finds out everything.

- def hypes you up

- practically everytime you walk into the common room he'll tell you you're outfit is nice

- you could be dressed like Adam Sandler and he'd still eat that up

- if anyone is rude to you he'll shoot a small piece of tape onto the ground so they face plant 😭

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Denki - ✩⁠

- he side eyes you immediately and does one of those slow head turns 💀

- he'll pester you for a bit about it but after Bakugo slapps him over the head because he wants to sleep he drops it for the night

- BIGGEST HYPE MANNN

- hypes you up about everything, your handwriting, cooking, baking, drawing, grades, quirk, strength, everything.

- if anyone's every rude he will 100% give the person small shocks.

- especially in quiet rooms.

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Bakugo - ✩⁠

- even though he might be bad at showing it, he didn't want his friend to break out either!

- but he hid it behind him not wanting to hear you complain about your skin

- won't hype you up but once he sees you with out makeup he'd definitely do a really sarcastic fake shock

- like 'gasp oh my god-! you- you- look perfectly fucking fine. say some dumbass shit like that again and I'm beating your ass.'

- will immediately scream insults at whoever talks about about you

- it could literally be a medical professional next to you on your death bed saying that you over estimated yourself in a fight and he'd still do it

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[impactedfates]

hihi!! platonic jing yuan and yanqing with yanqing’s younger twin?

★ A/N: We love this found family dynamic adnifnogrn

☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Familial (Found Family)

★ Format: HeadCannons + Mini Scenarios

☆ Warnings: None

★ Extra: Not proof read, wanted to ramble in a way. I love the found family trope wkdnfrg // Reader is taller then Yanqing but younger // Single father JY // Reader is part of the alchemy commission (not stated much as I don't know much about it/can't remember) // I wrote this on my phone at like 3am

General Family HCs - Platonic! Jing Yuan + Yanqing + GN! Reader

Despite you and Yanqing being twins. Both him and Jing Yuan are still protective over you despite you only being younger by like a couple of seconds. You DO have freedman. They’re not that over protective. But do expect at least one of them to visit when you’re at work.

The difference in how you all treat your room honestly…Jing Yuans room is messy, sure his bed is made but documents and such are all over the place. Being a general means he can’t really have the time to care. Yanqing room (at least his side of the room - you two share) is also messy. Not as messy as Jing Yuans. Actually probably messier. There’s swords laying on the ground (safely) and clothes. Your side of the room is more cleaner. I feel like if you work at the alchemy commission you probably know it’s important to keep tidy.

Jing Yuan goes all out for your birthday with Yanqing. He’ll throw a party and get anything the two of you want. Even if they contrast horribly with each other. He will be making the two of you happy. Even if it means confusing anyone walking by if you decide to have it in a more public area.

You probably have been taught how to wield a sword. Both Jing Yuan and Yanqing know they’ll have to stop constantly checking in on you. So to ensure you’ll be able to protect yourself. You know how to wield a sword (or any weapon of your choosing)

I have a weird feeling you’re the best cook out of the trio. The other two do help though!…With like mixing and cutting. Jing Yuan at least knows how to cook simple, but if you want to feel fully fed and energised for the day. Perhaps you should take over?

Yanqing used to be taller. But then you grew taller. Honestly it’s funny to see how pouty he was when you first grew a few inches above his own height. He’s fine now though…just don’t assume he’s the younger twin.

Jing Yuan has a habit of patting your head. Yours and Yanqing. It’s his subtle way of saying “I’m proud of you” and he always is. He’s proud of the two of you and how far you’ve come. He’s proud to consider the two of you his children. And he’ll be proud of the two of you until he dies.

When you first joined the alchemy commission. I feel as though Yanqing wanted as many updates as he could about you. Jing Yuan trusted whoever was your mentor there but Yanqing was a bit worried. He will always protect his younger twin! Once he knows you’re doing well, he’ll start actually paying attention to HIS job.

If you say anyone bullied you for anything? Yanqing there to give them a piece of his mind (and if things got physical - maybe do some pay back) and Jing Yuans there to help and reassure you.

100% you all cuddled when you and Yanqing were much younger. Jing Yuan could not let his little babies alone. (He had to eventually, wasn’t happy)

Once you and Yanqing tried styling Jing Yuans hair and a family of birds flew out.

I feel like I said this before but just encase I haven’t - If you ever get a partner, they’re gonna have to get the approval of both of them. Jing Yuan may be easier to impress but Yanqing might be a bit harder

You honestly probably got to boast that your dad was the general at school. Whether or not you did is up to you.

Imagine a small you and a Yanqing struggling to hold up Jing Yuans weapon. You’re lifting up one side and Yanqings lifting up the other.

You also have a lion that you can snuggle up with :D Mini loves you, maybe you’re her favourite 👁👁

I absolutely hate working on my phone. But I didn’t have my laptop with me to do this sob. I’ll fix anything once I have it again if I find any mistakes

Last request will be started as soon as I come home from school! I’m hoping to have it posted by Sunday or Monday :))

[bakugosatoru]

MHA Boys Christmas Imagines.

Requests Open! Warnings: None Genre: Romantic Fluff Fic Type: Headcannons Fandom: My Hero Academia Authors note: Happy holiday season everyone! Sorry I've been a little missing in action but I have been spending holidays back home with my family but you know I couldn't stay away from our boys. I celebrate Christmas so that's what these imagines will be but if anyone wants other holiday ones just let me know! Have a wonderful holidays everyone. (P.S. This was written on my phone so please excuse any weird formatting)

Izuku

- You wake up to Izuku having cooked a gorgeous pancake breakfast for you. - "Good morning honey, Merry Christmas!" - If you were the type to wear matching hoodies or sweaters Izuku would be MORE than happy to indulge you. Matching Christmas sweaters or pajamas, you name it. -You'd have a mostly slow morning, cuddle on the couch and enjoy one another's company until about mid-day when you'd head to Inko's (Izukus mums) home for a late Christmas lunch/dinner -He's happy to spend any other day with your family or just the two of you, but Izuku insists on spending Christmas day with his mum. - She creates a gorgeous roast dinner for the 3 of you, it's incredible and you all happily sit around the table chatting and eating, Izuku holding your hand under the table the minute you finish eating. - Izuku is a very good gift giver. He usually gets you two or three lovely expensive gifts. He's the type to know exactly what you want even if you didn't. He's the kind to remember something you mentioned months before and get it for you for a suprise. - Inko is the type for hand made gifts, she knitted you and Izuku a matching set of gloves because she's worried about you both getting cold. - You spend the evening at Inko's home, happily dozing off on the couch watching an All Might Christmas special in Izukus arms. - "You make my life so much better my love, can't wait to spend the next year by your side"

Katsuki

- As much of he won't admit it, he loves having a big Christmas with both your family's together. - You usually travel up to stay with Mitsuki and Masaru a few days before Christmas. Katsuki puts in under the guise of 'helping the old geezers get the house presentable' but you know that deep down he loves spending time with his Mum and Dad. - You spend time with Katsuki, cooking and decorating, and as much as he feigns complaints, he happily joins you for any holiday activity you want to do. - "Eh? Gingerbread houses? .... Fine nerd but don't take all the icing you hear?" -When Christmas day finally comes, the house comes alive with laughter and chatter of your families, but Katsuki doesn't leave your side. -He is either holding your hand or standing behind you with his hands rested on your waist or wrapped around you - He also always keeps an eye on you to make sure you don't get overwhelmed by all the people, and if you do he'll take you into a quiet room to recharge for a little bit. -"You alright baby? Need a minute? Nah it's fine, the extras can wait, here come sit down." - When it comes to gifts, Katsuki goes absolutely over the top for you. Get ready for 8 to 9 boxes, all for you. - When the house finally quiets down, you and Katsuki help tidy up and head back to the bedroom your staying in. - "Hey, I know I'm not always the easiest to deal with sometimes.... but I love you, I love having Christmas with you, and I wanna spend all of next year with you too. I love you nerd"

Shoto

- Shoto really isn't a massive fan of big family gatherings... for obvious reasons. - His dream Christmas is just with you and maybe some friends. - You really want to make this Christmas special for him so you decorate the house while he's on patrol a few days before. - On Christmas morning you make lovely french toast for him and hot cocoa. - "This looks amazing angel. Thank you" - He helps you set the table and do some cooking for the friends Christmas lunch your having. -Izuku, Katsuki, Eijiro and Denki rock up around mid-day with gifts and side-dishes. - You have a lovely Christmas lunch with all your friends and it seems Shoto was able to get into the Christmas spirit a little. - After your friends leave that evening, Shoto drags you onto the couch and turns on a sappy Christmas movie before grabbing a few small presents. - "I'm not the best with holiday stuff... but I hope you like these" - You adore them, they are heartfelt jewellery pieces and other lovely small gifts. - You fall asleep curled up in Shotos arms, his fingers carding through your hair. - "I've never been a massive fan of the holidays... but with you, I'm starting to get why people love it. I love you and I want to spend every day of my life with you."

[unknownteapot]

In light of Courtney mentioning they would possibly want to direct a movie some day during the Q+A, what do you think a Smosh movie would look like with this current cast? Would it be similar to the original Smosh Movie? I'm imagining something similar to Smost the Sitcom Live, like a sitcom comedy maybe? Anyway you don’t have to answer, I’m just curious 🤗

anon, you are NOT ready i was BORN for this question and i'm about to type up a storm so strap in!! thank you for sending it in!!! me being a yapper + film student is not boding well for me rn...

i completely see what you mean about a sitcom/comedy type thing, their vibes during ssl were immaculate, but i also think if they *were* ever going to make a movie it'd be something vastly different from what they've done before just to keep it fresh and give people something never seen before. which is why..

i propose to you: a horror comedy about the cast getting stuck at the smosh office overnight (more below the cut)

hear me out HEAR ME OUT god im so passionate about this. this type of premise would avoid the cast having to play characters per se, they'd kind of just play 'themselves' so it's easier for the existing smosh fanbase to transition to this new movie format without it feeling gimicky/overproduced- the movie begins with just a typical end-of-video outro into the camera for smosh games (maybe only main cast and not freelance? bc full cast might be too many people for a movie idk) and then cuts out to the cast getting off the soundstage like hehe good shoot whatever whatever. but. wait a second. why is it past midnight?? quickly they're realising everyone's gone and its WAY late and they're locked in. all the clocks have stopped around the office. phones are all out of service (but show a weird little digital snake symbol as foreshadowing to something ;)

so now they're like uh-oh. what the fuck do we do. and promptly the cast splits into groups/pairs that all deal with this in their own way the movie would cut back and forth between. maybe amanda and angela deciding to steal alcohol from the kitchen and then snoop on people's desks?? finding out ian has a love locket of anthony in his drawer?? damien grows mushrooms under his desk??? olivia collect's people's candy wrappers?????? idk it could be ANYTHING which makes thsi SO FUNNY to me

BUT this is where the horror comes in, because suddenly people start going missing. and its not fun and games at all. the air feels weird, its like 3 am, everyone's losing their shit a little bit. they start regrouping to see who they can find "hey have you guys seen Angela?" "No, but Courtney just went missing too." "Guys I don't feel well.." AND LITTLE BY LITTLE. THEY START SEEING APPARITIONS. SMOSH CHARACTERS. WHO HAUNT THEM.

like i'm sorry. tell me it would NOT be hilarious for Mental Illness to come haunt the cast in an eerie ghost form??? Augustus??? insulting the cast (but hitting truths about them) making them think about their life decisions??? COURTNEY FREAKING MILLER???? JUST YELLING???? TELEPORTING AROUND THEM AND SCARING THE SHIT OUT OF THEM>?>>>>??? god the jumpscares they could do with this insane INSANE. BIZANKA???????????????? im

BUT NOT JUST SMOSH CHARACTERS- fnaf characters in their eerie ass suits, chica demanding Amanda why she held the door so hard that one time and didn't let her in meanwhile everyone is terrified and somewhat sobbing

so now its CHAOS, they're trying to stick together to avoid getting haunted, they're trying to find their missing friends, they're running around to the footsteps of animatronics, when suddenly they find a door to some storage closet open. they walk in.

there they are!!!! all their missing friends lying passed out on the floor and.. what's this strange hissing noise and why is it kinda foggy in there.. "Oh my god!" Amanda yells out in relief that none of this was real (or was it), "There's a gas leak at the smosh office!" And then promptly passes out. So do they all. THE END.

maybe a post-credits scene of ian and anthony coming into the office in the morning and finding a MESS and them all passed out like god. we gotta put baby gates in here or some shit. they keep messing stuff up!! OR BETTER. they dont know about the cast at first and look at each other with knowing smirks like "wanna go get high :)" and then they head towards where all their friends are passed out and we find out it was actually their secret 'gas leak' spot where they get high on the regular from the gas. ian pouting like "damnit. they found our secret spot :(" anthony shruggs like "oh well" and then they prance around the room trying to huff the gas like idiots and also pass out.

more insane ideas idk how to incorporate yet:

a comedic bit where Amanda bonds with Chica from fnaf and reads her tarot cards (amanda would SO be the person to chat her up after getting over her initial fear and be like 'hey, you just need love, honey. i get it, we've all been there') and its this insane horror yet adorable moment where these two world collide?? BONUS: if the rest of the cast hide in a corner and look at her like "how is she doing this???"

Tim the IT guy actually turning out to be a hologram that haunts all the computers with snake graphics (from that one smoffice sketch 'it could happen to any one of us!') and actually gets his energy from sucking out ram from people's devices

Props and shit moving!!! just so much potential

INNOVATIVE FORMAT:

AND a great way to introduce horror elements could be through this whole 'found footage' thing- you know how in some movies you find like someone's security cam recording etc etc. they could SO integrate elements of that because the smoffice is primarily for content creation so there's LOTS of cameras everywhere

"Hey uh.. guys I think this camera's still rolling." And its us watching footage of that room through it MASTERFUL. or people recording tiktoks and we watch through their screen recording but we see stuff in the background moving before they do YEAH. the HORROR OF IT. god i love movies

okay for everyone's sanity i will now stop i was actually not expecting to type this much- anon who sent this ask, i owe you everything!! im now obsessed with this idea i wish this was real w o w

[meg81589]

So…I wrote this a while ago and I have been too afraid to post it until now. I have written fan fiction before but never smut. Please tell me what you think and any constructive feedback! Also if the formatting is weird I apologize this was written and posted all on my phone. My biggest influences are @lokischambermaid, @lokisgoodgirl, @tricksterlokilaufeyson, and @holdmytesseract

Summary: Sometimes you forget how observant Loki is, and this time he fulfills a desire you thought you hid well

Pairings: Loki x Reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: Minors DNI, Smut, Polyamory if you squint, Dom!Loki, Dom!Steve, Sub!Reader, Oral (female receiving), DP, Creampie (wrap it before you tap it),

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Loki is observant, very observant. You often forgot just how observant he can be. Like the time you broke your toe while you were on a mission and once the jet landed he came over with an ice pack and carried you back to your flat. How about the time you accidentally wore your “special” lingerie to work and Bucky got a .5 second glimpse when you were sparring. Loki was aware immediately, even with Barnes killer poker face and your bottom was sore for a week.

So how it could have slipped your mind about Loki’s skills you really didn’t know. Maybe a part of you did it on purpose. This time, however, you were stunned into silence as you looked over to the men in front of you.

“Surprised my dear?” Loki asked in a smug voice sending delicious chills down to your heated core. “Loki, I still don’t know what I’m doing here” Steve spoke, looking confused. Both men had just come back from a mission and a shower smelling like a mix of cedar, woodsmoke and pine trees.

As you looked them over, you forgot how good Loki looked in simple green tunic and black pants. After a side glance at Steve you noticed he was wearing a light blue shirt which clung to his muscles, especially with his arms crossed as they were. He also wore a simple pair of grey sweatpants that you wished were just a little bit tighter. Loki’s smirk grew as you could see mischief and heat flood his eyes.

“I will explain, Captain.” Loki spoke as he walked over to your side. “You see our lovely y/n here?” Steve nodded with a roll of his eyes barely disguising his heated look. “Well, I have noticed her ‘checking you out’ as you humans have called it. Although eye fucking might be a better term”. You turned to face Loki, cheeks on fire, surprised (but not really looking back) that he noticed.

He smirked at you and spun you to face Steve with his hands gripping your shoulders. You immediately knew by his grip that you would not be able to look away, forced to ensure the sweet humiliation that Loki (and you) secretly loved. “I have noticed how her eyes linger on your form, how she sweeps her gaze up and down, how her eyes linger on your lips, your chest, your arms and your cock.” “I have sensed her desire for you, her need growing when you around and get desire pooling and dampening her clothing”.

Steve cheeks turned as red as yours start and made a small grunting noise. You looked down quickly and noticed a small tent beginning to form in his pants. You shivered in Loki’s grip and he ground his hardening erection into your rear. Loki then slowly walks you forward towards Steve.

“I have also noticed you, Captain. Your own eyes have caressed her body like you wish your hands could”. You had reached Steve and you could see his eyes looked guilty but he could no longer hid the heat in them. “Loki, y/n I’m sor..”

“Captain, you are mistaken. I’m not hear to call you out. In fact quite the opposite. Y/N and I have a very special relationship and as her Master it is my job to notice her desires even if she never voices them”. Loki’s voice took on a dominating tone with a side of irritation at that last comment. You swallowed loudly and Loki gave you a swift slap on you ass. You gasped and moaned wantonly, looking at Steve sheepishly through your lashes, head lowered.

Steve dropped his arms and looked at you with unbridled hunger now. He quickly turned to Loki. “So what are you getting at then?” he asked, failing to keep his eyes from glancing back to you. “Im glad you asked Captain” Loki answered in his most seductive tone “I have seen her desires and I have glimpsed yours too. I thought tonight we could fulfill all our desires.” Your head spun quickly to look at Loki who smiled with wicked desire. ”Yes my dear, as much as I am possessive over your body, I also like to share”. “I also can admire a fine male specimen as the captain and I admit, I have been dying for a look at…how did Tony call it…Americas Ass?” You felt you blood light on fire and new desires awaken with through to about Loki and Steve. You were drenched and about ready to beg, however it seemed the Captain needed a bit more convincing.

Steve blushed harder, then and opened his mouth to protest. Loki had anticipated this and quickly cut the Captain off using the famous silver tongue. You knew what that voice did to you, Steve was fucked, maybe literally.

“Come on Captain. This is the 21st century right? I know you have had other sexual experiences before. This is but another step into relinquishing control to pleasure. Don’t you deserve some pleasure Captain?”

Steve looked torn between righteousness and lust. You finally found your voice as neediness rushed into you. You turned to Steve and put your hands on his chest caressing his pecs. You let out an involuntary groan of appreciation. You looked up at him through your lashes again, “Steve, please, I want you, we want you.” You words seems to break the Captain and he put his hands on your hips and his eyes darkened as the red from his cheeks faded.

Loki chuckled darkly into your ear and pushed you into Steves arms. You looked up and suddenly Steve’s mouth was on your own. Tentatively at first but, a soft moan escaped your throat and Steve’s kiss became fiercer, prying your mouth open with his tongue. You got lost in kissing him. He was demanding and controlling, something you didn’t expect from sweet Steve Rogers.

You felt Loki slide up behind you as you both broke away. “She’s very compliant you know.” You moaned lightly when Steve began kissing down your neck as Loki nipped the other side in tandem. You felt like you were in heaven stuck between two gorgeous and powerful men both leaving their marks.

Eventually Steve and Loki pulled back, you whined at the loss. “Ah ah pet, patience. You know the rules about whining. Now explain to the Captain our special relationship and what you desire” Loki punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hard, covered cock into your ass pushing you into Steve who groaned at the contact. Both men were very aroused and you felt yourself nearly soak through your pants.

“Steve…” you squeaked out. Clearing your throat you tried again “Steve, Loki is my Master in the bedroom and I follow his rules. I only call him Master and do as he tells me…” Steve cut you off. “I know what a dominant and submissive relationship is y/n”. He spoke deeply. “Yes you do, don’t you Captain. Precisely why I asked you here. I think together we can bring our little submissive to great heights of pleasure, along with ourselves of course. So what do you say hmm?” Loki spoke hungrily.

You looked at Loki and smiled then turned your head to Steve. He looked conflicted again so you lightly grasped his cock through his pants both of you moaning at the contact. Something in Steve finally said seemed to snap as he roughly grabbed your hand “Princess, you don’t get to touch unless I give you permission” he growled.

Loki laughed quietly and your breathing became harsher. Loki backed away from you as Steve grabbed your ass roughly though your jeans. “Princess, I think your wearing far to many cloths. Take. Them. Off.” Steve demanded and you nearly came on the spot.

Both Loki and Steve were watching you with demanding eyes as you slowly peeled off your layers getting more and more aroused as you watched the two men’s eyes full with lust, their pants straining to contain their arousal.

Once you finished, Loki stripped off his shirt and demanded you help the Captain with his. You peeled off his shirt slowly, admiring the taught flesh beneath. Once over his head you whined, needing your men to pick up the pace. “Please Stev.…” “it’s Captain” he interrupted, harshly. You felt a pulse between your legs and your core clenched hard, causing you to moan.

“Please Captain, can I touch you?” You asked. Steve nodded and you dove in touching and kissing all over his chest. You started at his pecks where you traced them first with your fingers then with your mouth. You moved lower to his abs. You had dreamt about touching those abs for a long time. Feeling bold you decided to nip along his flesh. He groaned loudly and wrapped his hand in your hair. You moved back up to play with his nipples. You sucked on one while pinching and rubbing the other, switching frequently. You gave them both a soft kiss before moving on.

Steve moaned and pulled you back by your hair. He spun you around to face Loki who was watching while rubbing his clothed cock. “Do the same thing to him” Steve whispered in your ear while walking both of you the few steps to Loki. Steve let your head fall to Loki’s chest but grabbed and locked your arms behind your back. You were trapped with nothing to do but what he demanded. You were in bliss. You lowered your head and licked and sucked on Loki’s chest from neck to abs.

Where Steve was all hard muscle Loki was lean. Both you enjoyed immensely especially as Steve was marking up your neck while Loki moaned at your mouth on his nipples.

Suddenly their pants were gone and your arms were released only to braced yourself on Loki as Steve dropped to his knees and quickly pulled your legs apart. The Captain dove in between your thighs, you barley had time to register what was happening before Steve’s tongue was licking a stripe up your most sensitive parts.

You yelped so loudly you worried the whole tower would hear you. Loki began teasing your sensitive breasts when you felt his other fingers playing with your ass, moving closer to your hidden hole.

Suddenly you knew how the night was going to end and that Loki had figured out your most secret desire. As you felt Loki playing with your asshole, you were distracted by Steve’s mouth. He was licking up and down your cunt and every few swipes would roughly suck on your clit making your legs weak. When he suddenly pushed two fingers inside you, you legs gave out and Loki caught you.

“I think we need to move to the bed Captain. I’m afraid her weak mortal legs won’t hold up under the pressure”. Steve nodded and you were tossed on the bed like some cavewoman. You felt your juices leaking down your thighs as Steve and Loki loved on each side of you. You were maneuvered onto your side facing the Captain.

Steve reinserted his fingers quickly adding another. That had you moaning and gasping like a bitch in heat. You felt Loki’s finger inch toward your cunt and joined Steve’s fingers inside you.

All three of you moaned then and you nearly came from the stretch. Loki swirled his fingers, gathering your slick as Steve pumped his slowly in and out, making sure to curve his fingers. Steve’s mouth reclaimed moth and kissed you like a starving man as Loki’s finger retreated to your ass. You felt him swirl his long digit and slowly began to spear you with it. It felt strange at first but as he continued you felt your asshole tingle pleasantly.

Loki began slowly fucking you with his finger, syncing up with Captain. “Uhhh…Captain…please..” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for but you needed more. Steve stuck another finger in you right as Loki did and you came without warning. The mental image of 6 fingers pleasuring you threw you over the edge, screaming.

Loki chuckled while Steve moaned at the tightness on his fingers. “Well well pet. Seems like you are very receptive tonight” Loki chuckled darkly, “Princess, you need to ask permission to come. Next time you do that, we’re gonna punish you.” Steve replied. While that sounded good to you, right now all you wanted was to be filled like never before.

You panted “please, I need…I need you both in me right now”. You felt a brief cold wind as Loki rolled away and grabbed lubrication. You noticed how swollen his cock was and you shivered in anticipation. You moaned again as Steve pulled you up from the bed, you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You noticed Loki from the corner of your eye, stroking his cock lightly. Steve lifted you lightly as he started to stuff you full of his monster cock. You gasped as he began filling and stretching. You were used to Loki, who was by no means small but Steve was thicker than you thought possible. When he bottomed out in you, you noticed mouth was open in a silent moan, breaths coming out in short pants.

Steve held you there allowing you to adjust but once you had he didn’t move. You tired to shift your hips but he held you still. You started to grunt and rock to urge him on when you felt Loki’s cock at your other entrance. You stiffened slightly, excited but nervous. Steve felt you clench and drew your attention away by laving your nipples, sucking them first into his hot mouth then pulling them slightly.

Once Steve felt you relax he nodded to Loki. You felt Loki begin to slide his length into your ass. “Relax” he whispered and you complied, choosing to focus on The Captain for the moment. You were nervous because Loki was also, well endowed, and you weren’t sure if your body could handle it but you were more than happy to find out. Knowing that learning could, and would, be a pleasurable experience.

He slid in slowly and the suddenly the feeling of being totally full overwhelmed you. You were babbling and gasping nonstop as Loki filled you slowly. Once he had also bottomed out, the three of you stood for a minute panting in unison like you had just run a marathon.

Suddenly, Loki grabbed Steve by the back of his head and slammed his mouth on his own. You watched as the men made out violently and your inside clenched. They both pulled away groaning at the feeing. “Seems like our Princess liked that Loki” “I would agree with you Captain, I think she has had enough time don’t you think?”

Steve nodded and with silent agreement taking a second to kiss Loki once more before both men started pulled out slowly. The delicious friction of both cocks inside you was making you see stars. You screamed, like horror-movie porn-star screamed when they both slammed back into you at once. As they continued to fuck you, a pattered emerged.

Steve would thrust into you as Loki pulled out and visa versa. You were being constantly bounced back and forth on two huge, throbbing cocks. The volume in the room increased as both men sped up.

You were the loudest, yelling their names “CAPTAIN! Ugh MASTER!”. The sounds of flesh slapping and voiced pleasure continued steadily until you felt the tightening in your navel ready to explode. “Master…Cap…I’m gonna cum” you remember right before you feel off the edge.

You suddenly screamed out your orgasm as Steve flicked you clit and Loki pinched your nipples hard. Both men groaned loudly as you clenched tightly, like a hot, velvety vice on their cocks. You felt something warm gushing inside both your holes as the men fucking you filled you with their seed. You felt yourself scream again but no sound came as had screamed yourself hoarse.

For a moment, time seemed to stop as the three of you worked through your orgasms. Eventually, you felt a shift as the men got you and themselves down on the bed both cocks still nestled deeply inside you laying you gently on your side. Loki knew you like to keep his cock inside you after orgasm as he rarely deflated after cuming. You were surprised Steve didn’t pull out as well but less surprised that he also didn’t deflate.

As you three lay panting and your aftershocks continued to pulse through you you felt Steve move you head to his as he kissed you sweetly. Loki was kissing your neck and shoulders lovingly. As everyones breathing returned to normal you grinned widely. “I can see that my pet is pleased, are you glad I can see into your desires?” You nodded emphatically and Steve chuckled lowly. “I guess I can say the same then” Steve replied.

“Well I am very observant” Loki smiled. Suddenly you felt him shift “Now my pet, you must show the Captain your other rules as I believe this may become a regular thing.” You clenched hard at the thought of having both Loki, the God of Mischief and Steve, Captain America, pleasuring you regularly. You knew the night was far from over.

[oleander-nin]

(1) New Message

A/N: I swear to all that is good I am working on requests, but Chat bots have been on my mind , I haven't been doing too hot, and I had a bad nightmare(it was inspo for this). Hence, this monstrosity. I'll try to get them all out this week if everything goes well. (also, this is my first time using a chat format, please give me feed back. I don't know what I'm doing. All spelling mistakes in the 'chat' were on purpose, though.) Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me. (This was not proof-read, I'm just trying to get something out. Sorry it sucks. Donnie might be a bit OOC, I'm sleep deprived)

Also if anyone is interested in being a beta reader for me, please reach out, it would be much appreciated. My messages are open if anyone wants to ask about it.

-Ollie

Yandere Rottmnt Donatello x Reader

Summary: While working on a project, Donnie receives a new message. Someone had contacted him, someone who didn't even know he was real.

Words: 3902

TW: Kidnapping(?), Donnie being a bit of a creep, talking to strangers online(also iffy)

I flipped my goggles over my eyes, leaning forward with the torch in my hand. My hand moved in a slow straight line, welding the two pieces of metal together. The satisfying hiss and pops of the metal melting together was always soothing, calming me down from the outside world. I could feel small sparks landing on my arm and hands, adding to the scars littered across my body. Once the two pieces were fixed together the way I wanted them, I set them on a nearby table to start cooling down. I pick up two identical pieces, ready to make a matching pair to the first piece I made, when I hear my phone buzz.

I set the metal and my torch down, flipping my goggles up so I could see more clearly. I pick up my phone, expecting April or Casey to have been the messengers. I open up the messaging app, leaning back in my chair. It was an unknown number, having only sent a small message of a greeting. I sigh, setting my phone back down and ignoring the message. I would run a background check on the number later to make sure it wasn’t some villain trying to gain access to my brothers and I. I move to pick my torch up again when my phone buzzes once more. It was another message, from the same number. 

+1 555-555-5555: Hi!&lt;;3 sent at 2:23 am

+1 555-555-5555: Donnie? Is it not working again? Sent at 2:25 am

I stare at the phone in my hand, my brain stuttering to a halt. How did they know my name? I shake out of it, pushing me and my chair over to my computer, plugging my phone in and starting to gain access to the phone the number belonged to. Did the Purple Dragons figure out my phone number? Did they use April to get it? Was everyone okay? I waited for my programs to run, tapping my fingers against my desk as I waited for it to go through. I was disappointed that they were taking so long since I had made sure to program them to be quick. They had never taken more than a few seconds. What was going on?

I hear another buzz coming from my phone, glancing at the next message they sent. I stare at the words on the screen in confusion. Against my better judgment, I pick up the phone and start to type out a reply. The scan was taking a weird amount of time anyway, might as well attempt to get some information verbally.

+1 555-555-5555: this is so annoying! Why won’t the bot work! Sent at 2:28 am

Bootyshaker9000: Who are you and how do you know my name? Sent at 2:28 am

Bootyshaker9000: Answer me. Sent at 2:29 am

+1 555-555-5555: OMG Finally! I was wondering if you broke again. I’m Y/n! Nice to meet u Sent at 2:29 am

I stare at their response in confusion, my brows furrowing. Who was this person? And what did they mean by me ‘breaking’ again? I waited for them to type another message, one that answered my second question. I started to get impatient when they didn’t say anything else. I looked up at my computer, my jaw tightening when I saw the scan hadn't been completed yet. I look back at my phone, giving them another minute before I typed another message.

Bootyshaker9000: You didn’t answer my question. How did you know my name? Sent at 2:31 am

+1 555-555-5555: Your one of the main characters of a show i like. It’s called Rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles. So I found this chat bot app and decided to message you. Sent at 2:31 am

I curse under my breath. They know I’m a mutant and they seem to be mocking me. Main character of a show? Puh-lease. That’s preposterous. I may be a genius, but even I know I could never show my face. Plus, I wasn’t an actor. It would be a bit hard to be the main character if I never showed up to rehearsal. I keep drumming my fingers on my desk, trying to think of a good response that would call them out on their bull. This had to be the Purple Dragons. There was no other explanation. I pull up the trackers I put on everyone, checking everyone's location. It all seemed normal, as did their vitals. And no panic buttons had been pressed, so hopefully everyone was okay.

Bootyshaker9000: *you’re Sent at 2:33 am

Bootyshaker9000: If you’re going to lie, at least know how to use proper grammar first. Sent at 11:33 am

+1 555-555-5555: wow okay, gotta do me like that huh💀 Sent at 2:34 am

+1 555-555-5555: and tf you mean by lying? You’re just an ai based on a popular character from a show. I hope u have an existential crisis. Sent at 2:34 am

I looked at the next message they sent. They were almost as bad as Leo, but at least they knew how to use commas. They still seemed to be trying to lie about how they were talking to me, how they were able to bypass all my security measures. Did they seriously think I was so stupid as to fall for this? Offended scoff, they’d have to try harder than that to trick the great Othello Von Ryan.

Bootyshaker9000: I know it’s you Kendra. Stop contacting me or I’ll tell your parole officer you're violating again. Sent at 2:34 am

+1 555-555-5555: Oh this is so cool! I’ve never found a bot that could accurately talk about minor characters! Score! Sent at 2:35 am

Bootyshaker9000: Props for the commitment, but you lose points for the poor execution. Where’s your dramatic flair? Your tragic backstory? Sent at 2:36 am

I hope they got the mocking tone I tried to relay through my messages, but I doubted it. My tone barely even showed up when I was talking to people in person, why would it work through digital text? I tap my desk in anticipation. This was an incredibly stupid game Kendra was attempting, but it gave me something to do. I checked the progress on the scan of the phone number. It barely progressed. I bit the inside of my cheek, incredibly frustrated with this development. Why wasn’t it working? I click on the progress bar, looking at the estimated time. I gawked at the number it showed. 336 hours? How was that even possible? It had never taken more than a day at most before. I tap my desk, upset at the development. Why wasn’t my tech working? It always worked. What was so special about this number?

I heard the buzz of a new message come in. Once. Twice. A third time. I didn’t want to look anymore, I didn't want to talk to them. They shouldn’t be able to contact me. This shouldn't be happening. Why wasn’t it working? Why was it taking so long? I groan in defeat, pulling up a normal, less thorough, background runner off the internet. It wouldn’t give as much information as I wanted, but it would give me a start. I could always find the rest on my own. I type in the number, waiting slowly for it to gather the needed information. Instead of the usual address, full name, and criminal record popping up, I got an error message. According to the background check, this number was not in use. I scowl at the computer, annoyed at its inadequate response. I pull up another website, then another. I went through every one I could find. They all had the same error message. The number didn’t exist on any database quickly available to me.

My phone buzzes again, the non-existent existing number texting me once more. I gingerly pick up my phone, looking at the messages. I hated this. I needed to know who this was. What if they were dangerous? What if they were using me to get information? I close my eyes and let out a deep sigh. I needed to get the information first. I couldn’t let my family down.

+1 555-555-5555: I knew a popular headcanon was that you were a theatre nerd, but wow. Pop off ig. Sent at 2:36 am

+1 555-555-5555: What’s your favorite musical? Sent at 2:37 am

+1 555-555-5555: Don’t tell me I broke you already Sent at 2:37 am

+1 555-555-5555: Dangit, this is so stupid Sent at 2:38 am

Bootyshaker9000: How. How do you not exist? I can’t find you on any background checkers. Sent at 2:38 am

+1 555-555-5555: I already told you, you dingleberry. You dont exist in the same world as me. Your not real. You cant find me cuz we not in smae universe Sent at 2:38 am

+1 555-555-5555: and here I was thinking you were smart Sent at 2:39 am

I glare at my screen. They were the one who contacted ME, and now they’re insulting me? What was going on? And why were they insisting on us not being in the same universe- Realization hits me as I scramble to my hypothesis board. I had figured out a way to merge realties through my mystic tech. I knew alternate universes were real, I had even accidentally met one of my counterparts, not that my brothers knew. Could, could this person be telling the truth? I look back at the buzzing phone on my desk. I had used my mystic powers to upgrade my tech, wanting to be able to contact the alternate me without having to open up a portal every time.

Could they be able to contact me because of it? Did my programming glitch and let them through? I start to laugh, my shoulders shaking up and down as I walk back to my phone and sit down again. They thought I was a bot. Maybe this could be fun. It would be nice to figure out more about this ‘show’ my brothers and I starred in. I looked at the scanning process on my computer. I was glad I had figured it out. It wasn’t taking so long because of faulty programming, I was too intelligent and talented in my craft to make mistakes. It was taking so long because it was searching the entire multiverse to find them. And all I had to do was wait. I tap my desk again, hearing my phone buzz once more. They really were talkative. Of course they were. They were talking to me. Even though they thought I was a mere bot.

I pick back up the phone, an idea popping into my brain. I planned on waiting this out, communicating with them until my program found them. I would get as much information as possible, and then I would cut off their ability to contact me. I didn’t want anyone to be able to accidentally contact me again. They would be a test, at least until I didn’t need any more information out of them. It would be unfortunate though. They thought I was a bot, which would mean I needed to answer them as fast as I could. I turned to my computer as I started to write a new program for SHELLDON, picking up my phone as I did so. I would have him answer for me when I couldn’t get to it.

+1 555-555-5555: sorry Sent at 2:40 am

+1 555-555-5555: please come back, I didn’t mean it Sent at 2:41 am

+1 555-555-5555: Donnie? Sent at 2:42 am

Bootyshaker9000: Prove to me you are from another universe. Sent at 2:43 am

+1 555-555-5555: oh thank goodness your back Sent at 2:43 am

+1 555-555-5555: Uhhhh, I know you made your brothers as smart as you, but gave up the dragon tooth thingy to change them back Sent at 2:44 am

+1 555-555-5555: and that you won the 5th(?) lair games, but hate the room you won because the ventilation system is hooked up with splinters, so you can hear his snoring. Sent at 2:45 am

I stared at my phone. Guess they were telling the truth, even April didn’t know about the last one. And my brothers didn’t remember it either, as far as I was aware. I take a deep breath, mulling over my options. I really wanted to know more about their world. They knew something about me only I knew, and they were able to name other instances only my close friends and family knew about. They were either psychic, or truthful. Either way, this would be fun.

I shift in my seat, typing my response back. We continued to chat back and forth as I wrote the code SHELLDON needed to respond as closely resembling me as possible. I could just tell him to, but he isn’t the best at replicating my vocabulary and poise without assistance. They eventually said goodbye and the messages stopped. I had gotten into a rhythm with them, figuring out the personality they were presenting to me. I was grateful I didn’t have to put on a front, that I could talk to them as me. I would’ve cracked if I had to impersonate Leo, or one of my other brothers. I finish SHELLDON’s new code and I send it to his charging port, updating him as he sleeps. I stretch my arms, yawning. I had a lot of work to finish, and this ‘Y/n’ threw me off my rhythm. I scoot my chair back over to my welding station, continuing what I had been doing before the first messaged me. It was going to be a long night.

—

I slowly ate the cereal I had made for myself this morning, watching the conversation between us and waiting for a new message to pop up. It had been a week since the first message, and I couldn’t wait until the program gave me the needed information on them. I had slowly lost the objective of finding everything about their world, and had morphed it into finding out everything about them. I had yet to tell my brothers of this development, however. In fact, I had yet to tell them anything at all. They could learn all about it when I bring Y/n over to our world. I noticed how they’d always mention how they could live here, so I decided I would surprise them once I could find out their world's location. I couldn’t wait for the day to come. I had already made sure the portal was working, having used my mystic powers to help create it. If it could bring me to alternate dimensions, it could bring me to theirs.

I ignored Leo’s suspicious gaze, continuing to eat my cereal. Leo was starting to suspect something, no matter how much I shut him down. I hoped he would stop soon. It was getting really annoying. I smile as I feel my phone buzz, looking down at what they sent me. They sent me another photo, showing what they planned on wearing. Once they realized I could actually comprehend the photos(they still insisted I was a bot, despite my constant denial), they had started asking my opinion on outfits they were wearing. I looked at the photo, saving it to the collection I had from them. They sent a lot, for some reason. I wasn’t complaining of course, but once they were here, I would be giving them a strict lecture on online safety. You never know what weirdo’s you could be talking to.

Menace: (1) image attached  Sent at 9:35 am

Menace: How’s this outfit look? Sent at 9:35 am

Bootyshaker9000: Swap the top with the white collared one I see in your closet, then put the blue sweater vest you have over it. Your hair, shoes, and pants are fine. Sent at 9:37 am

Menace: Thanks Donnie Bot! I can’t believe image recognition software is this good. I can barely see the shirt in the the photo 💀Sent at 9:38 am

Bootyshaker9000: Not a bot, and the reason you can’t see it is because you weren’t looking. Sent at 9:38 am

Menace: Yeah yeah, you’re sentient and I am talking to the real Donnie, blah blah blah. What’s your plan for today? Sent at 9:39 am

I chuckle at their sarcasm, shifting so I could eat with one hand and type with my other. I answered their questions and we had a nice conversation going. I could feel a smile creep up on my face, happy they kept talking to me. Oh they were going to be so happy when I brought them to live here with my brothers and I. Sure, I’d need to fix some things, make sure their room was safe and everything, but it would be great! It’d just be us. Except for my brothers. And dad. And April. Maybe I didn’t have to tell them. Y/n could just stay in my lab with me. Yeah, that sounds great. I let out a small laugh at a joke they made, a small blush on my cheeks. I didn’t notice the way Leo was studying me until he spoke up.

“What’s got you acting like a schoolboy? Finally find a good Atomic Lass fanfic?” Leo’s smug voice sounds out as I meet his eyes, a teasing smile on his face. I straighten up, sending Y/n a quick message that should hold them off for the time being, and I put my phone in my battle shell.

“For your information ‘Nardo, I was talking to some fellow intellects who needed help with coding.” I say simply, picking up my finished bowl of cereal and bringing it to the sink to wash it. I slip on some rubber gloves, using the scrunchies to hold down the upper edges. I wash my bowl and spoon, trying to not look at Leo.

Leo leaned back in his chair, taking a long, obnoxious sip of his mug before speaking again. “Right, because algorithms and code makes you light up like a sunny day.”

I roll my eyes at him, setting the bowl and spoon on the drying rack. “Or, I was just flattered because someone was finally appreciating my help, unlike someone I know.”

Leo glares at me and finally lets his chair fall back to the ground, his feet joining them soon after. “Donnie, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but you have to talk to us. This has been going on for a week now!.  I don’t know who you’re talking to, and frankly I don’t care, but you’ve got to stop shutting us out for this mystery person! Have your love life, but don’t abandon us while you go about it.” Leo’s tone changes from frustration to pleading as he talks. His eyes gaze at me with that stupid soft look he does when he wants me to do what he wants. I slightly feel bad. It was true that I had been shutting them out, but I didn’t know when Y/n would stop messaging me! I didn’t want them to leave! If I missed a message, they would reset whatever app they were using, and I would lose them! I couldn’t let that happen! The program I was using worked, but I didn’t like it talking instead of me. I wanted to talk to them, and they wanted to talk to me. Who was I to deny that?

“I…I’ll hang out with you all more, as long as you get off my back.” I say simply. I wanted Leo to leave this alone, to leave us alone. I already had everything set up for when I could bring them here. I built a new room in my lab, soundproof and tightly locking doors. I would let them leave of course, but they would have to stay in the lair. I couldn’t risk them thinking some other aspect of our world was better than this, better than me. Maybe they shouldn’t meet my brothers after all. I could always just confine them to the lab. Keeping my brothers out would be simple enough. They already didn’t go in much without my permission, unless they really needed something.

I watch as Leo simply nods at my words, seemingly satisfied with my response. I was glad, this conversation was beginning to become awkward. I walk out of the kitchen, heading to my lab. I had yet to feel any buzzing coming from my phone, so they must have left for school already. They tended to not text me when they were with friends or listening to a lecture unless they needed advice or help. I was fine with this. It gave me time to work on my machines. The turtle tank needed a new axle after Mikey ran over someone's car. I put on my EDM playlist, zoning out as I work. I smile to myself. Everything was going to be perfect in just a few days. I would make sure of it.

—

I tap my hands on my desk, intently watching the progress bar move up. 99.1% 99.3%. I felt a wide grin spread across my face. After talking to them over the past 2 weeks, I had concluded this was the right decision. They were completely hopeless! They were clumsy, they were a bit daft when it came to interaction(not that I could blame them of course, I was the same way), and they could barely remember to eat and drink! I had to slip reminders into our conversations! No, this was for the best. They would love it here, staying by my side for the rest of our lives. I awaited the moment the bar hit 100%. I had hooked up the portal generator to my computer, running a code that would make a portal instantly open at their location as soon as it was given. Their room was already set up, and I had snacks and a Jupiter Jim movie ready to go since they had mentioned they didn’t exist in their world. Everything was set up, just for them. All I had to do was wait.

I watch in awe and satisfaction as my room is painted in a bright purple light, the portal humming to life. I grab my bo staff, making my way to the gateway between our worlds. I couldn’t wait to bring them home. I step through, having SHELLDON monitor the gateway to make sure I wouldn’t get stuck in their world or the portal collapse as we were halfway through. I enter their room, the purple glow from the portal giving off a soft hue over their belongings. They sit up in their bed, looking at me. They were looking at me. It worked. I could see their mouth move, their body sitting up as they scooted away from me. I walked calmly toward them, my hand outstretched for them to grab.

“I told you I was real.” I say, grasping their hand gently in mine. Time to bring them home.

03.12.23

[monsoon-of-art]

Donut Hole - Chapter 18

It's Alright

I got a baseball bat beside my bed

To fight off what inside my head

To fight off what's behind my meds

I'm lonely, lost in pain

It's alright, it's okay, it's alright, it's okay

You're not a monster, just a human

And you made a few mistakes

- It's Alright, Mother Mother

[hi guys :) we're almost done. Also if the format seems. Weird, it's bc I'm posting from my phone! Ao3 link might be delayed bc of that]

[ao3 link]

Barry just wanted to close his eyes for a second. That's all he wanted. Mystery was perfectly capable of flying on its own, he just wanted to rest his eyes.

For a brief, beautiful moment, he was on the back of his staraptor. He was back home. Soaring through the pecha colored clouds, the towns and cities below merely a speck.

And to his side was [____] on her Crobat. She smiled at him, as warm as the sun, and just as imperceivable as staring directly at it.

The moment didn’t last.

Because the next thing he knew, he was lying in a pile of broken tree branches with a hurt back, Mystery was loudly cawing, and some kid was yelling at them.

Despite being dressed like the new Galactic groups, this kid seemed harmless. Barry absolutely couldn’t say the same about the rocky behemoth that stood behind the boy, but the pokemon made no move to attack them, so Barry chose not to acknowledge it.

Clearly, General Irida didn’t brief this kid well enough.

(Definitely General Irida, because he was wearing pink. And a strange hat that Barry swore he saw somewhere else…but couldn’t remember specifics for the life of him.)

But the kid willingly gave him directions to Jubilife and let the two leave, like an idiot, so Barry did just that.

“Past…deertrack heights…” he repeated to himself, realizing he didn’t know what a ‘deertrack heights’ was. “...cross the river, then cross it…again.”

That didn’t make any sense. Maybe the directions were wrong, or maybe the kid lied to him. But Barry definitely needed to get out of this forest first.

The two eventually stumbled upon a creek, gently winding through the forest, psyducks and bunearies splashing in the crystal clear water. Combees buzzed around small patches of flowers, wurmples creeped and crawled through the underbush, burmies hung from trees.

“This isn’t a river…but it should lead to one.” Barry thought aloud. Then, he paused, turning to Mystery. “...let’s give you a break, bud. I think it might be a bit hard for you to follow me anyway.”

He recalled Mystery to its pokeball and, because he didn’t feel totally comfortable walking without a pokemon, he let Pest out of his.

“Hey buddy!” Barry cooed, scratching the side of the Mothim’s head. “Keep me company, OK? We’re looking for a river. And maybe if we run into any trouble with the bugs, you can let them know I don’t mean any harm, sound good?”

Pest chirped and chittered, fluttering around the boy affectionately.

The two followed the creek closely, Barry taking a moment to appreciate the calm of the forest and the fresh air. The pokemon seemed more skittish than he was used to back home, most fleeing from him immediately.

The exception were a few beautifly that flew over to examine him, but a few chirps and trills from Pest was enough to return to their flowers, uninterested.

Barry and Pest finally saw the forest start to thin. In no time at all, the soft soil of the forest was now the white sand of a beach, and the small creek flowed into a large river. A large dam was built over the river mouth, with several bidoofs tending to it.

Overseeing the bidoofs was a very large bibarel, it turned to the boy and his bug, pushing itself to stand on its hind legs, looming over the two with a snarl. Saliva dripped from its maw, its eyes glowing red.

Barry, at this point in his travels, wasn’t phased. He watched the bibarel with a tired expression, waiting for it to finish the threat display.

He reached into his bag for a pokeball, not taking his eyes off the enormous rodent. “Man, I’m not dealing with this. Snacks, take care of this guy.”

Snacks burst from its pokeball with a debatably fearsome squeal, pelting the bibarel with energy balls.

And Barry turned away, confident that Snacks could handle an overgrown rodent. He didn’t go far, just to the river bank, where the bidoofs fled from his presence.

He released Fern from its pokeball, and Fern - still under the influence of the hypnosis from that weird deer - promptly slumped into Barry’s arms, asleep. Under normal circumstances, Barry would love to let Fern keep sleeping, but they were so close.

Carefully laying Fern onto the soft sand, Barry scooped up a handful of water and splashed its face. “Sorry Bud, we gotta keep moving! You gotta wake up! We’re almost there!”

Fern sputtered and coughed, immediately sitting up and pawing at its face. It shot Barry an annoyed frown, and he sheepishly patted its back. “H-Heh…sorry.”

Snacks returned with a triumphant squeal, pointing at the now-unconscious bibarel, concerned bidoofs swarming around their leader. And at this, Barry smiled.

His pokemon were getting stronger. They were capable of winning battles on their own, capable of protecting themselves and him.

Of course, taking on the horde of Galactic Members that were likely on his tail was still a no-go. They had more pokemon, a defected Battle Facility Head, and Barry was fairly certain they’d find a way to cheat.

But this was good.

Now, Barry’s plan was to release his pokemon, have a quick meal, and continue their journey. But as he reached into his bag for Mystery and Jen, a tree fell in the forest.

And another. And another. When Barry looked over his shoulder, he could see the treeline shifting. Getting closer and closer-

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Barry began shoving things back into his bag, quickly recalling Snacks and was about to recall Pest when the thing chasing them finally broke through the treeline.

It was the rocky, insectoid behemoth from the woods, the little boy with the hat riding on his back. “There he is, Lord Kleavor! Prepare for punishment, troublemaker!”

Well, Barry wasn’t stupid enough to stay around to see what that entailed. With Pest clinging to his head and with Fern by his side, they ran. Splashing through the river, using the bidoof dam as extra footing.

It felt like all of Sinnoh was trying to track him down, at this point. Part of him was tempted to try and fight the thing head on, but when he glanced back, he could see ‘Lord Kleavor’ preparing for a charge attack.

“Outta the way-!” Barry pushed Fern and himself onto the opposite bank of the river just as the behemoth charged, smashing through the dam and crashing into a tree.

The ‘Kleavor’ took a moment to reorient itself, part of its rocky beak currently embedded into the tree it slammed into.

“It’s OK, Kleavor! Try again!”

“No-No, don’t, Kleavor! Don’t try again!” Barry said, already scrambling up from the beach and onto the more rocky terrain. His current theory was that this Kleavor pokemon could charge in a single direction, similar to the rampardos from before.

If he kept zig-zagging around, he should be fine.

Hopefully.

It was better than the group from before, that was certain.

"Stop running, scoundrel!" The little boy shouted, trying to sound as serious as possible. "You will face justice!"

Honestly, he sounded so…genuine. If Barry didn't know any better, he was almost convinced that he was doing something wrong.

He hadn’t done anything wrong…right? He just wanted his friend back, and Team Galactic was getting in the way! They were trying to stop him - weren’t they? They were trying to take over the world - weren’t they? They were going to kill him!

…weren’t they?

A horrible wave of nausea nearly overpowered him.

He had to be right. He couldn't afford to be wrong.

Besides, this kid was brainwashed by Team Galactic. Of course he'd get the facts wrong!

Kricketots and pichu scattered as Barry and Fern darted through the small foothills. He could hear the rocky pokemon behind them, stomping and smashing through trees to chase after them.

Slowly. Rock pokemon were generally not fast, and Barry thanked every God he knew for that.

They just needed to gain some more distance, then they could hide out and wait for the rock pokemon and the little kid to give up.

Then Barry could finally go to Jubilife. He'd finally end this. He’d punch Cyrus in his stupid, emotionless face, he’d fine him bajillions worth, he’d fine every single person working under him, he’d burn the place down-

Maybe that was too far. Maybe punching him was enough.

In the end, he just wanted Her back.

They were awfully high up in the hills now. Barry could see miles: the waterfalls, a Gyarados protectively snaking around the waters below, he could see a trail lined with unlit torches, a small bridge, and a tent.

But then he felt it. The rumbling of hoofs and paws against the earth.

Just up ahead, across a naturally formed land-bridge, the group from up in the mountains had caught up with him.

A screeching caw from above. The giant bird was circling around like a mandibuzz, the girl with green braids riding atop. "He's over here! Over here!"

Barry shouted the first thing that came to mind.

“HEY! SNITCH!”

Barry hadn't even realized he had stopped moving, only noticing when Fern began anxiously trying to nudge him forward. His legs had turned to stone. Once the feeling in his legs returned and once the adrenaline began coursing through his veins, he ran.

He thought he had more time! He thought they wouldn’t catch up that fast!

Maybe this was just his life now. Running forever. Team Galactic nipping at his heels for eternity.

Or until they killed him.

Barry turned, instinctively going back to try and retreat, only to be met with the Kleavor. It slammed its axe-shaped claws into the earth, bellowing loud enough to rattle his very bones.

Fern darted forward with an uppercut to the jaw, Kleavor stumbling back with a pained croon.

Barry started to cheer, pausing when noticing Fern wince and seeing sharp stones embedded into its fist.

“Hey, HEY! You hurt Fern!” he snapped.

“You ATTACKED a LORD?!” the boy snapped back, equally enraged, confused, and terrified.

That was the second time someone mentioned a Lord pokemon. The only thing he could think of were the Totem Pokemon from Alola. But they were meant to be challenged, weren't they? What was the issue here?

Every time he thought he had an idea of what was going on, a new, strange puzzle piece would spring out of the box and try to punch him in the face.

There was something different about this chase. The others seemed more…organized. Coordinated.

Barry's first instinct was to run down the mountain on a worn path, greeted with Irida and Gaeric riding Ursaluna. But when Barry tried to backtrack, the strange, white deer tried to cut him off.

Luckily, there was a tree Barry could climb on to escape, but he was immediately attacked by the giant bird. He had to duck and roll out of there to escape.

Upon ducking into a small crevasse, he was met with the long sneasel’s glowing eyes. It yowled as it approached, pointing at him with its long talons.

Barry bit back a yelp as he scrambled backwards, attempting to look elsewhere to hide. Every nook and cranny was crawling with the Galactic forces.

Before in the mountains it was a confused scramble; but this was planned.

He was being herded.

The thudding of hooves and paws and the yelling of Galaxy Commanders buzzed in his brain like a swarm of beedrill.

Despite all his efforts, all of his tricks, and all of his escape attempts, Barry had found himself being guided into an almost bowl-shape in the hill, the remains of a campfire and a tent laying in the middle, an enormous spire towering above.

Between a literal rock and a hard place, Barry reached into his bag and released all of his pokemon. The five placed themselves between him and the group slowly circling around, intent on fighting if need-be.

“You're not taking me." He said, voice low.

“You’re not exactly in a place to say that.” General Adaman said. “Come with us. We want to help you.”

He scowled at that.

“...ry!...”

Like being submerged underwater, every single other sound faded from Barry’s focus. The bickering between commanders, the various sounds of pokemon (both his and not), the very world around him; all drowned out.

Except for one, singular thing.

“...rry! Barry!...”

All of the air left his lungs in a shaky, wheezing breath.

The commanders had heard it this time, speaking quickly amongst themselves. Not that Barry could hear, nor could he bring himself to care.

He stepped forward. He stepped again. It was like wading through the murkiest of waters. Slowly stepping past the protective wall in his pokemon (much to their confusion) and out into the clearing.

“Baarrryy!”

There was a path that cut through the mountains, winding through the rocks with delicately carved statuettes on the sides.

He wasn't even really walking anymore. More stumbling forward, barely able to catch himself with the other foot before he fell on his face.

Nothing else mattered. Not the confused geodudes he passed, not the muffled calls of his pokemon, not the shouting from the Galactic forces-

Nothing else mattered.

Finally passing through the last of the hills and rocky cliffs, Barry saw a bridge. Made of wood. Unimportant.

Crossing the bridge, running at full speed, was a girl. She wore a blue outfit with a black sash around the middle, and she had a white covering for her head. Her long, black hair flowed as she ran.

She paused at the other end of the bridge, huffing and puffing, limbs shaking from the exertion. And she looked at him, a tired, hesitant smile on her face.

“Barry?”

Barry was thirteen. The police came to tell his mom and dad they were calling off the search soon. He had ran out of the house right then and there, despite his mother's pleas and father’s protests. He wasn't going to accept this. He wasn't.

Barry was twelve now. [___] had to be appointed as champion. It was really an excuse to throw a celebration, as Cynthia had explained, but it was still new and strange. He hated how he looked in a tuxedo, even as his mom fawned over him. [___] scrunched her nose as her mom squished her cheeks, praising ‘her little girl' for accomplishing so much. She had asked for Barry’s specifically, to stand by her side during the event, something that he was going to take very very seriously. A new champion doesn't happen every day! And once their parents had their attention elsewhere, he nudged her arm with a wink, and a promise to come fight her as champion soon.

Barry was eleven now. Pacing just outside of Hearthome. She was supposed to be here hours ago! What had taken her so long? He'd get his answer soon enough, when she'd sheepishly approach while holding a ralts. Oh, he was so mad at her. They had planned! They had arranged to meet! He was on time for once! He was never on time for anything!! But she could only hold up the ralts a little higher with a shy smile, and Barry had to reluctantly agree - that ralts was pretty cute.

Barry was ten. He held his new turtwig high into the air, smiling from ear to ear. Upon soaking in the feeling, the realization that he was indeed a pokemon trainer, he spun right around and insisted on a battle. [___] was hesitant. She wasn't totally sure if her piplup was ready. But he was quick to assure her that she was. They wanted to be trainers, right? And he would be by her side as her best friend and rival. If she was ever unsure, or ever scared, or ever alone. He would be there. And with that reassuring, she agreed to their first ever battle.

Barry was nine. He hated fourth grade. In order to prepare them for secondary school, he now had a rotating class schedule, and it was a nightmare. Now he had four classes! And all of them had homework! How was anyone supposed to juggle this?! And so [___] came to his home after school, choosing not to comment on his red cheeks and audible sniffles. She told Barry that she, too, was having issues with the multiple classes. But that was OK. This was just so they could practice for when they moved to secondary school. And she pulled all her books onto his desk, and suggested they work on homework together.

Barry was seven when his mom suggested he go over to her house across the street. He was greeted by her mother, warm as always, but there was a strange air he couldn't place. Her mother requested he go right upstairs, as she had private matters to attend to. When he walked into her room, seeing [___] sitting completely still on the bed. She told him, voice devoid of emotion, that her daddy wouldn't be coming back to visit. Ever. Even at a young age, Barry knew, intrinsically, that this was a grown-up thing, and that he couldn't solve this problem. Instead, he wrapped her up in blankets, made his best ever pillow fort, and told her stories that he made up off the top of his head until she smiled again.

Barry was five now, on the playground, trying to stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks. He was a big boy now, his daddy had said so, and big boys don't cry just because the other kids on the playground won't play with you. He had always had an inkling that the other kids didn't like him; sure they tolerated him at school, under the watchful eyes of grown-ups, and yes, he received birthday party invites out of obligation, but the exclusion was still glaringly obvious and very painful. He was too loud. He didn't understand the rules of the game. He was too rough. There were so many rules. He couldn't remember them all. Then, a little hand grabbed his sweater sleeve. [___] held a bucket and shovel, and held it out to him, asking if he wanted to play in the sandbox with her and make things. He could even smash them down when she was done. Barry wiped his nose with the back of his hand and nodded.

Barry was four when he moved to Twinleaf town. He wasn't totally sure why. He knew that daddy had a new job, and that daddy and mommy were ‘taking a break', but that still didn't really explain anything. Not like he had much of a say, no matter how often he tried to argue. And now, he was standing on their new neighbors porch with his mom, pouting as hard as he could. But his demeanor changed when a woman opened the door with her young daughter, looking the same age. Barry and his mommy introduced themselves, then the woman. The woman placed a gentle hand on her daughters head, encouraging her to say her name. And with a quiet murmur, she said her name was-

“DAWN!”

Barry broke into a full sprint now. Tears streaming down his face, smiling as wide as he could muster. “DAWN! DAWN!”

Dawn opened her arms for him, so used to his usual method of greeting. And when he tackled her into a hug, she barely managed to stay on both feet.

He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, burying his face into the crook of her neck and jaw, “Dawn, Dawn, Dawn…Dawn…” he whispered, fearful of forgetting once more.

“Barry! Barry how, how did you- How did-” she stammered, hugging him right back, the two of them slowly spinning, orbiting around one another, locked so tight. “When Palina came to tell me-”

“I-I found you. I found you. I found you.” was all he could manage to say, burying his face deeper. “I found you…I found you….”

Dawn squeezed him tight. “You found me. You found me.”

“I…found you….I found you….found you…” he whispered, his voice growing tired. Distant. His grip started to loosen.

“Barry? Barry, you're slipping.” She said, trying to shift him back into the hug.

But Barry continued to slip, until he slumped into her arms, unconscious.

And Dawn screamed.

“Barry?! BARRY! Barry please wake up!!”

[leviathxn]

“Too Distracting”

Okay so I’m writing this on my iPad first with a keyboard so the formatting might be weird and everything but I’m gonna go back and fix it on my phone and stuff too. But backstory for this, if you’ve gotten Spider-Man memes and couple stuff then you probably know about the Silk-Spider and Spider-Man. If you don’t, in short they both got bitten by the same exact spider and now whenever they’re with each other they have the primal instinct to mate, meaning there is a major sexual attraction and tension between the two. So here we gooo. (Also I’m gonna be writing a Dads best friend AU with Miguel of course so be ready for that!)

Miguel O’ Hara x Spidey!Fem!Reader

Warnings : Smut! Breeding Kink, Begging, Creampie, Size Kink, Fangs, Age play (Miguel is 30 in this short, the reader is 18!), It won’t fit, praise (on both ends). Masturbation (mentioned)

Summary : You and Miguel were bit by the same spider in the same universe. (I know he wasn’t originally bit by a spider but just for our pleasure!)

I had joined the Spider-Society only a few months after I became a Spider-Man. I had known about Miguel for the longest time, but afraid of getting in his way, I watched from afar. I was sure he already knew of my existence but I didn’t see a point in introducing myself. He was way ahead in his Spider-Man career by the time I became one. He was built for seemingly an older man. I was just freshly 18, but I knew what my body felt whenever I looked at Miguel. It wanted to be with him, on top of him, to have him. But I knew that was nothing but a fantasy that occured at the moment.

That was until I realized just how much I would be seeing Miguel around the HQ. When I first formally met him in base we both tensed up at each other’s presence. God was he a gorgeous man. His perfectly sculpted face and body, lined tightly against his suit. I clenched my thighs together as he slowly descended, his red eyes quickly analyzing me, a flash of lust glazed his eyes when our eyes met. What was he was feeling? I wondered if he felt the same as I did, the unnatural connection I felt to him. After that encounter I saw him everywhere. We would always make eye contact, closer than we ever were before but still so far apart. My body could feel when he was close, every glance I met. I’m sure his body reacted the same way. I’m sure he could smell the desire pouring out of my body, my heat becoming wet every time I heard him speak.

But again this was nothing but presence alone. I didn’t actually have to interact or be within 6 feet of him. That was until almost every mission I went on, he was there. It confused me. Some of them were small and easy, maybe only needing 2 spider men. Luckily there was always at least a 3rd Spider-Person, meaning me and Miguel were never alone. Again, we haven’t spoken directly to each other, both of us so focused on the missions that everything went perfectly fine, no need to communicate. The other people on the missions with us were confused, although we thought we were hiding it, they saw us pretty much ignoring each other and the air felt thick between us.

Until finally, we were put on a mission alone. It was simple, capture the anomaly terrorizing earth-823 and leave. We met up in HQ, as Miguel opened the portal to the world. We were still both quiet, our body’s urges becoming hard to suppress. Before we left I looked at him, noticing our size difference. He was huge, in every aspect. His broud shoulders could easily trap me beneath him, his tall frame leaving you barely at eye level with his chest. My body trembled, wanting nothing more than to be one with him. I would be so small on top of him, struggling to take in all of him.

“I-“, I tried to talk but he made eye contact with me and I felt my body grow weak.

“Don’t.” He growled out, stepping into the portal. I tried to collect myself, before stepping into the portal behind him.

We landed in a very grassy and deserted version of New York. Miguel and I looked around confused. Afraid to speak, I continued to look around, despite my body begging to take Miguel. He jumped off the building beginning to swing and search. He sent me a message on my watch ‘we’ll split up, send your location if you find something’. I sighed happily, I would be able to focus. Although I was a bit nervous to be completely alone, I started to swing in the opposite direction. I kept my eyes open, about 30 minutes have passed and neither of us had found anything. I checked my watch and tried calling Miguel. The phone rang until he finally picked up.

“I’m guessing you haven’t found anything either?” He grumbled, sounding annoyed.

“No... should we meet up and go back? I haven’t seen anybody here... and I mean no one”. He sighed and agreed. He said when we met up he would contact Lyla, not wanting to leave if the anomaly was still here. I waited patiently for him, sitting down on the ledge of the original building. The sun was setting and although it was eerily quiet and empty, it was relaxing. I heard him land on the building, talking with Lyla.

“So the anomaly left when we got here? Why didn’t you tell us that in the first place!” He shouted at her, she shrugged and said they ended up catching it in a different universe.

“How about instead of being angry you use this alone time to you’re advantage? You’re with the girl you’ve been stalking ever since she got here-“ He quickly disabled Lyla, flustered. I felt the heat rise to my face after hearing that. I didn’t know what to think. Sure I watched him from afar but if he had watched me through screens that means he saw all of me... when I had touched myself thinking about him. My body tightened. Thinking about him watching me set my body on fire. I turned around to see him standing there. He stared at the ground, arms crossed.

“I- uhm.... What she said... was it true?” He grunted, looking at me. He nodded his head and took a seat next to me. Miguel knew what he was doing by being so close to me.

“I don’t know why you make me this way... but whenever you’re in the room with me I felt like... Fuck you’re too young for me to be telling you about this”. Miguel had a scan done on him and I, knowing long before that we were bit by the same spider. This led him to watch me constantly, seeing me fuck myself in my room, moaning out his name as I used whatever toy or pillow to please myself. The thought of it made him sick of himself, knowing that he touched himself to your masturbation, cumming whenever you did. He went to stand up but I grabbed his arm, I looked up at him pleadingly.

“You watched me right? I deserve to know... you saw what I did to myself right?” His face flushed and he looked away. He sighed and sat back down. He hesitated, the image of me in the various positions, pushing a toy into myself. He always said to himself how he would be able to hit every spot, not the flimsy toys. He sighed before looking back at me.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since the day you came into HQ”. He grabbed my waist and easily pulled me onto his laps, my back to the beautiful sunset. I yelped as his grip tightened. He picked me up so effortlessly, as if I was nothing but a feather. “And I know you’ve clearly felt the same”. My pussy throbbed as I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing my lips to his ear.

“I’ve wanted more than just you”. One of his hands moved to grab my face and force me to look at him. He pulled me into a deep kiss, sliding his tongue past my lips and fighting. I moaned into the kiss as I brought my hands up to his hair and curled my fingers through his locks. I ground my hips into his, arching my back to press all of my self into him. My legs straddled his as one of his hands moved from my waist to my wrist. He pushed a few buttons on my wrist watch and disabled my suit, leaving me in my undergarments. He broke our kiss and disabled his suit as well. As his fangs grazed over my collarbone I marveled at his size through his boxers. “I-it won’t fit.” He chuckled, kissing my shoulder.

“We’ll make it fit, mi amor”. I swallowed until he sunk his fangs into my shoulder. I moaned out at the feeling. I didn’t even feel the blood leave my body, I felt my heat tighten and clench on air. Although I was worried about the size that doesn’t mean I didn’t want it at all. His hands went to rip my bra off, not caring about the clasp or straps, he sliced them with his claws, letting it fly off. I whined as I liked that bra. He chuckled as he removed his fangs. Finally he moved his hands to cusp my breasts. He latched onto my right boob, his fingers toying with the other. My mounds were sensitive to his touch. I panted and continued to grind into him. “So young and perky querida... so full of milk for a baby”

“M-Miguel please don’t make me wait any longer, please put a baby in me~”. He moved us onto the building floor so I wasn’t hanging over the edge. He laid me on my back and continued to play with my breasts.

“You can wait mi amor”. I whined again as his lips went lower and closer to my hear. He grabbed my underwear at the seam and ripped it off of me. The cold air finally hit all of my nude body and I shivered. I put my hands on his shoulder, wanting to hold onto something. He kissed my hips and brought himself up. He slid two of his fingers into my mouth. I sucked on them and slid my tongue around them. “Such a pretty mouth hmm? I’ll figure out what it does another time.” He chuckled and his coated fingers slid to my heat. He teased me a bit, sliding his fingers up and down my entrance before plunging then in. I moaned and clenched around his fingers. My body shook as he pumped me with his fingers, before adding a third. Just from his fingers I felt stuffed as my body trembled. He continued to play with my breast, overstimulating me.

He watched my expression as he kissed my breast again. “I have to prep you... you’re taking in my fingers so well. So needy for my cum”. I panted and moaned at his words, a ray of curses and yesses leaving my mouth. I bucked my hips into his fingers, wanting him to feel my walls. He started to curl his fingers, pressing into the nerves inside of me. I bit my my lip, trying to suppress some of my moans. He moved his other hand to my face, opening my mouth. “Don’t hide those moans. No one but me will hear them, I promise you that”.

I felt a knot in my lower stomach, “Miguel please- I’m gonna cum”. I grunted out, he kept his pace as he felt my body convulse around his fingers.

“Go on.. cum on my fingers.” My body trembled as my fluids poured out of my body as I moaned out, arching my back. Miguel chuckled watching me pant. I already looked so pleased to him, he couldn’t wait to be inside of me, how I would look fucked and cock crazed. As I came down from my high, Miguel positioned his tip at my entrance and kissed my lips before sliding in. I was already so wet that he slid in with relative ease. We both grunted as he stretched out every bit of me. I could almost hear m body strain as his girth pushed into me. I felt the drool fall out of my mouth as he bottomed out. I felt so full as he put his hand on my back. He helped me arch by keeping his hand and applying pressure on my back, then pressed his other hand on my stomach. I felt him more than before as he applied pressure with his hands. (I heard from many people that this felt really good for women but idk)

He started to pull out, before quickly slamming back into me. As he pumped into me I felt his balls slap into my ass, hitting hard enough to leave bruises. I chanted praises and curses as he continued to slam into me. Every part of my body had been begging for this, needing this for so long and I finally had it. Finally having him fuck me and slut me out. “Please, please, please Miguel~ please keep going!” I moaned out, wanting him to pour all of himself into me.

“Can’t wait to fill you up... so round and plump with my baby”. He moved his hand and rubbed my clit with his thumb. “Does it make you feel good knowing only an older man like me can fuck you like this? I needed someone like you to fuck, so young and fertile, so ready for my baby”. His cock hit deep, hitting my G-spot over and over again

“Yes Miguel please~. You feel so good... you’re so good! Please put a baby in me~” He grunted as he stuffed his face into the crook of my neck, he bit down again, muffling his grunts as he continued to fuck me. My body shook under him as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I saw stars and my body convulsed around his cock. The knot in my stomach formed again as he continued to pound into me mercilessly.

“Cum (Y/N), cum all over my cock, hmm? You’ve wanted it for so long”. I threw my head back as I orgasmed. After a few more pump Miguel finished too. His hot seed coating my walls. I choked out, feeling the stinky substance fill me up. As he pulled out of me he used his finger to cover up the hole, preventing any cum from leaking out. “Don’t want it to go to waste, right?” I nodded my head and he chuckled. He stared at my face, drool pooling out of my mouth and I still try to recover, panting with half lidded eyes. He felt himself twitch again.

He grabbed my watch and reactivated my suit. With the suit on it was visible that I wasn’t wearing a bra but luckily Miguel would be carrying me. He put on his boxers and reactivated his suit. He picked me up bridal style and opened a portal to Nuevo York, HQ. But before he stepped through the portal he made sure it would teleport him home and not HQ. He chuckled, ‘why give her that long of a break’ he said to himself. I looked up at him confused on why he laughed. “Rest now querida, we’re doing this again when I get you in my bed”.

ANYWAYS GUYS, excuse my weird language in this, I genuinely haven’t written smut in so long so I was trying to pace it but I didn’t know how to word it without being weird. I hope you guys enjoyed and let me know if I should write more smut, I will be writing the Dad’s best friend trope tomorrow after work because I’ve already written 2 today and I’m a little burnt lol. There’s probably gonna be two parts to it but I don’t really know how to link it and put it in the part one for people to find, and I also don’t want people forgetting about it so if somebody can help me out with that it would be greatly appreciated! Anyways have a good night (or day) everybody!

[femdomdiaries]

Kinktober 2023 Day 1: Macro/Micro

Sub!Knockout x Reader Drabble

Warnings/Tags: NSFW 18+ stuff, masturbation, weird car anatomy that i made up, 600+ word Drabble, PwP, gender neutral

Synopsis: You accidentally turn Knockdown on

It wasn't intentional; it was just a bit of clumsiness on your part. You were trying to get some much-needed shuteye in Knockout's backseat, sprawled out across the heated leather as he escorted you from town back to the Nemesis. He gave you a strict warning not to get drool on his interior, but other than that, allowed you to do as you pleased. As you slept, the hum of his engine became a calming background noise, along with Knockout going on about the most recent human film he'd seen—something about a train and zombies.

Your phone went off halfway through the ride, and the sound was so out of place it jolted you right awake. Unfortunately, it was resting on your chest at the time, and your erratic movement sent it flying under the front seat.

Knockout went silent for the first time in a while. You weren't sure, but you thought you heard a low moan come from the con. You didn't have time to dwell on it because he asked, "What was that?"

"Dropped my phone," you answered honestly.

"Be more careful, you clumsy short-life."

"Yeah, yeah."

It should have been an easy retrieval, but it was rather deep underneath, and it was too dark to see. You dropped down and stuck your arm as far as you could underneath, brushing your hand around the whole area to try and get a feel of the phone.

Knockout screeched to a stop so fast you nearly became one with the chair in front of you.

"Ow! What the fuck, Knockout?"

He transformed, pulling you from his interior so fast you nearly got whiplash. He placed you on the ground and turned his back on you, using a servo to prop himself against the side of the nearest cliff formation.

"Hey!" You attempted to get his attention, but he wouldn't look at you. From your position however, you could kinda see that he was moving his other servo rhythmically against his body.

"F-frag, (Y/n)," when he finally spoke his words came out breathless, followed by a low whine. Now you were concerned. Was he mending himself or something? "What's going on? Did I hurt you?”

You moved to try and get a better look at what he was doing, but he adjusted his position to keep you facing his back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to—”

"No, (Y/n), you didn't hurt me. I--" here, he whined again and then said, "Frag, I told you to be careful."

"Because…" The wheels were turning in your head, everything was starting to click. "Did I touch—was underneath the seat one of your—was it an erogenous zone?"

Upon receiving no response other than low moaning, heat rose to your face. "Oh." You cringed slightly in embarrassment as you realized that you had mistakenly given the mech a boner. As far as you knew, that wasn't easy to do. Or at least that was what you had heard from some of your other associates. But maybe Knockout was different because of his obsession with humans, which you were now beginning to doubt was as innocent as it seemed. "Do you want—do you need help with that?"

Knockout was a prideful mech. So when he nodded yes, you didn't waste the opportunity. You ordered him to come down to your level, so he turned and collapsed back against the cliff face, red optics peering down curiously at you. Now you had an unrestricted view of the problem at hand.

His cock—or rather his spike—was silver and looked to be made of a sort malleable metal material. It was stiff like a regular hard-on but also seemed to hold most of the other physical properties. It was leaking transfluid from the tip, covering the sleek shaft with a luminous energon blue. His servo was still at work, pumping himself desperately to try and ease his aching member.

Considering its size in proportion to your body (you were nearly equal sizes), you had your work cut out for you.

Might do a part two when I do the rest

[yu-reiii]

Golden cage

Yandere Leon S. Kennedy x Reader.

no pronouns used. Leon calls you 'Sweetheart'. 'Damsel in distress' used once.

tw: implied kidnapping, reader is being held captive.

275 words, drabble

Hi! this is my first ever posted work. I am still new to writing, and english is not my native language, so if there's a mistake, i apologise.

(i formatted this on my phone. It might look a bit weird)

constructive criticism is appreciated!

Clang!

How did you get into this situation, you wonder?

You stare past the window of your room to the outside. It's a nice day. The sunny atmosphere coupled with a lot of clouds make you feel like you want to go out (for once).

There's just one tiny teeny bit of a problem. You are trapped in this glorified bird cage.

You sigh and continue staring longingly out the window when the door to your room opens.

"Sweetheart? What are you doing?" A low voice called out. It's Leon, your loving partner. Also your captor.

You loved him, sometimes you think you still do, but he changed, you don't even recognise him anymore. "It's a nice day," You say, turning to look at him. "Would be nicer if I could go out." Your smile is strained, a little bit of annoyance peeking through.

"You know I can't do that, darling," He replies, unapologetic. "You're reckless, I don't want you to be hurt." Well, that stings.

"I can take care of myself, you know?" You finally snap. "I am not some damsel in distress that needs to be saved!" The stress and feelings of being trapped have finally boiled over and exploded.

Leon just looks at you. You hate when he does that, like he was dissecting you through a microscope. It makes you feel exposed, vulnerable.

You scoff. Of course, he's not going to defend himself. He knows he's wrong to keep you here. You are like a bird, wanting to be free and fly away, only to be trapped in this golden cage made with only the best intentions from your owner.

You wonder why you even loved him.

[thecoffeelorian]

[I basically typed this all on my phone after one rough day at work, and as such, it has not yet been edited or formatted properly. Still, as I still very much enjoy doing writing practice, here is my rough draft.]

(De) Stressing

Your day officially started going downhill the moment someone in Produce called off, and it hasn’t let up since.

For starters, it rained for half the day, and the change in air pressure bothered your already aching joints a bit worse than before.

For another, no sooner had you been forced to switch cart duty with the guy they called up as the replacement, a bunch of other workers decided they would start calling you up to do other tasks as well.

This included having to scrub down the outer doors because the usual cleaning crew had decided to avoid them, going out on another hour of carts even though all the baggers were out there already (and probably hadn’t even needed you), and almost having zero time to do any of your daily computer training.

And if that wasn’t enough to suggest that the vast universe itself was suddenly outraged at your existence and wished to punish you outright…that “My Hero and I” fanfiction you’d struggled all of one year to finally update received zero engagement from everyone on the holonet.

In other words, the planet seemed to see you as either the maid—someone to clean up everyone else’s messes and fix everyone else’s problems without ever needing anything in return—or the Invisible Woman, only being alive for everyone else around you to totally ignore and move past in order to interact with someone else.

Small wonder, then, that you were just about chomping at the corner of your mouth hard enough to draw blood by the time you were able to return home for the day, even if only as an outlet for the mountain of stress that had been dropped upon your head.

In fact, when you finally had a moment to collapse into your chair and relax…you might very well have started chewing upon the walls of your apartment as your own weird form of stress relief.

At least, that’s what you would have done if Howzer hadn’t been there to meet you at just the right moment, thus saving you from a surprise trip to the hospital and a few hours’ worth of embarrassment.

And, wouldn’t you know it…he already had your afternoon coffee ready.

“Hard day…?”

You manage a quick nod alongside your scowl, the horrors of the afternoon still fresh in your memory.

“That bad, huh? Coworkers drive you crazy?”

Another nod. You weren’t ever much of a talker whenever you got scared, or sad, or angry enough to bite…but lucky for you, this good Captain of yours took it all in his stride, even if one day at a time.

“Well, it’s over now, all right…so let’s not think of them any further. Take this instead.”

He’s careful to pass the coffee to you without spilling a single drop, a trace or two of his experience handling explosives manifesting itself—and yet, when your hands make contact with his so that you can start in on the long-awaited drink, both of you come close to losing your grip upon the cup.

“Careful, goofus! You’re gonna make me drop it!”

“Me, make you? The hero of Ryloth, a saboteur?”

Howzer fakes an air of dismay at your words, and just as though he were an actor upon the big screen, places a hand over his heart as he pretends to stagger backwards.

“Oh, cyare! How you so mercilessly wound me!”

“Stop making yourself a target, then, and sit with me!”

Feeling your first laugh in hours start coming over you, you’re careful enough to set your cup down before pulling Howzer down beside you, there being just enough room upon the arm of your chair for one more.

He’s also careful not to try and fall over this time, and so allows you both more than enough room to guide you into a comforting embrace.

It’s finally here that the stresses of your crazy day begin to let up, and as you’re able to rest your head upon Howzer’s shoulder, so, also, are you finally able to relax.

[thelastofharrington]

you're the one that i want (pt 1)

an: hi!!! this is the beginning of my steve harrington grease retelling!!! it’s just the exposition, but i wanted to get something out there to motivate me to do the rest lol. let me know what you think!! (i also posted this on my phone so i’m sorry about weird formatting!)

wc: 456

tags/warnings: stancy does not exist here, friends to estranged to lovers, king steve makes a comeback, eventual smut, lots of tension !!!

To say you were nervous was an understatement. It had been nine years since you had been back to Hawkins, having moved away when you were nine due to your dad’s job relocation. But, here you were, face to face with Hawkins High, ready to start your senior year. Luckily, you had your old family friend, Nancy Wheeler, to help show you the ropes.

You two are in her car, trying to muster the courage to get out and into the school. You look down at your outfit, suddenly hating everything about what you had put on. You straighten your skirt out and swallow nothing.

“You’re going to be fine, just relax,” Nancy tries to soothe you, “Just stick with me and we’ll figure it out together.” She pats your arm and nods towards the front door, urging you to get out of the car.

“You’re right. We’ll figure it out.” You give her a weak smile.

You want to believe her, and you do, to an extent, but there’s a greater issue at hand that you can’t stop thinking about. A greater conflict, a greater purpose. A greater man. Steve Harrington, your best friend. Well, best friend might be a bit of a stretch considering you hadn’t spoken in 9 years, but at one point the sentiment was true. Nancy’s family was like family to you, that’s why you had kept in touch all this time, but with Steve…things just sort of crumbled away within what felt like moments. Last you heard he was on his middle school basketball team, not really the most relevant information now at your senior year of high school.

Nancy starts to get out of the car when you grab her arm, stopping her gently. “What’s up? We’re gonna be late for homeroom and Mrs. Peters is a real stickler for this kind of thing–”

“What do you know about Steve Harrington?” You interrupt. It’s not that you hadn’t thought to ask sooner, you’ve had nine years to stew on this question. It just– it never felt right. There was always a mental block there keeping you from getting the whole picture. There’s probably a lot of reasons why you never asked Nancy before, but the big one you’ve settled on is you were just plain scared. Scared something would have changed. Scared that the boy you once knew, the boy you once loved, was gone. You already grieved him once, you didn’t want to have to do it again.

Nancy’s eyes widen for a moment and then soften, a sympathetic smile casting on her face. “Oh sweetie,” She starts with a hand rubbing up and down your arm in a comforting manner, “Steve Harrington is an asshole.”

[moth-monarch]

Ummm as long as I’m not being annoying maybe a fic of Dark Shadow interacting with principal nezu? Because neither of them are human and have been treated “less than” humans. If you don’t want to write nezu could you do kurogiri instead with the same premise? Because they are both seen as “monsters” and look so similar. (Again sorry for bothering you)

AAHHH! thank you so much for the ask! I will do my best but I've never written any kind of fanfic/one-shot down [for this fandom] so it might be formatted a bit weird! also, you're not bothering me or being annoying! I love being interacted with and writing stuff for characters I would otherwise rarely write for! I will do my best with this! thank you so much for the ask! I am really sorry this took so long [sorry about the long preamble]

it had been just like any other day for tokoyami. waking up to dark shadow screaming in his ear. going to school. barely surviving class. going back to the dorms to drop off their stuff. going home. getting kidnapped.

when tokoyami & dark shadow realized they were not where they were a second ago, all their hero training came flooding back to them and they started fighting. aimlessly, but fighting none the less

tokoyami fought as hard as they could but all his efforts were in vain. the person he was fighting was seemingly immune to his attacks.

tokoyami and dark shadow paused. the pair shared a glance. taking a moment to observe their surroundings.

a closed-off, damp, room with minimal lighting. in the center of the room floated? stood? a purple, smoke-like figure which dark shadow and tokoyami realized was one of the main members of the league of villians.

dark shadow quickly continued to attack, only to be restrained by fumikage. the three stared at each other for a long time. that was until principle nezu walked into the room, confusing dark shadow and tokoyami.

nezu explained in his far too cheerful voice that he had thought the four of them getting together to discuss the unfair treatment and discrimination they face as the result of not being what most people would think to be human.

the four quickly became engrossed in the other's stories and experiences. dark shadow taking change when the chat came to tokoyami, fumikage only injecting a few times throughout dark shadows' story.

the talk lasted much, much longer than any of the other participants had expected. when fumikge felt his phone buzz in their pocket, they saw five missed messages from his mother, three from hawks, and several from various of fumikages' classmates.

tokoyami brought this up and politely excused themself from the discussion. when he tried to get up and leave. he instead walked through a warp gate courtesy of kurogiri.

warped right back to where he had been. tokoyami quickly replied to all those who had texted him. apologizing to hawks for not being able to get KFC with him later, leaving his classmates in their class group chat on read, and explaining to his mother that he had gotten caught up talking to a friend and didn't feel his phone vibrate but that they would be home within the hour.

being a man of their word fumikage hurried home and made it just in time for dinner.

again, thank you so much for the ask! I am so sorry if this was not what you were looking for and that this took so long! until I find a tag for my textposts or any of my posts that aren't reblogs, I still need help finding that tag!

~moth☆

[tokkias]

modern au headcanons for nalu pls!! Specifically how they would get tgt and what their college course would be or career would be like?

Preferably smth other than the typical writer/journalist lucy and firefighter natsu cuz idk thats too oversaturated in fics

Sorry if the formatting is weird bc I normally do all these on my laptop but I’m on my phone rn!

Modern au Natsu and Lucy strike me as high school sweethearts who were besties all through high school and got together in their senior year or not too far after graduation

Natsu definitely doesn’t pursue higher education (at least not in the form of university) because once he’s done with school he is done with school

He played a lot of sports in high school because he had so much excess energy that he needed to get out, and he was good at a lot of them

He could definitely pursue a career in sports if he wanted to, and I can see him in boxing/mma or rugby (but that might just be the kiwi in me)

Otherwise he would go the direction of working in a trade, like carpentry, mechanic, etc.

He does not want to be studying anymore, and he absolutely does not want to work an office job

Lucy on the other hand is 100% going to study but she has absolutely no idea what she wants to do and is constantly switching her major/degree

She felt a little bit of pressure to get a business degree from her father but that’s not what she wants to do and she drops out of business school in her first semester

She considers law or medicine, and she knows she has the smarts and mental fortitude to get through law/med school but it’s not something that interests her enough to warrant going through it

Ultimately I do think that Lucy’s dream job is always going to be as a writer and so figuring out a “realistic” career path is really difficult for her

College is hard for her because after being a massive overachiever in high school she has absolutely no idea what she wants to do with her life, whereas Natsu seems to figure himself out pretty quickly

She definitely has semi-frequent breakdowns about not feeling like she knows what her purpose is and Natsu tries his best to be her rock and support her

Whenever she asks him for advice/opinions he is no help whatsoever because he only really found himself falling into his career and he didn’t think as much about it as she did

If not journalism Lucy would end up studying English Lit and then getting a teaching degree and becoming a high school English teacher

She doesn’t ever stop wanting to be a writer while teaching, but she’s passionate about her job because she wants to instil the same love for literature into her students as she has

MMA fighter Natsu x teacher Lucy scenario results in a bunch of her students seeing her name and being like. Mrs. Dragneel? What like Natsu Dragneel? and then they all go wild when they find out that that is in fact who she is married to

[chaoticillness]

Proms and Pawns

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Featuring: modern au! Diluc, gn! reader

Warnings: None. Yoimiya says ass /j

Director’s Cut: I haven’t written in so long I forgot my own damn formatting lol. Anyway, sorry if you don’t like chess because it is sort of a plot point on this one. Enjoy my first oneshot!

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Proms are kind of overrated, in your opinion.

Honestly, why do people make such big deals about the mediocre music and weird food? It’s some high school ritual or something. Passing your eyes over the couples on the dancefloor, you spy Yoimiya, bustling around checking on decorations and volunteers and whatever else student council members do. She shoots a look in your direction that obviously says, “I will deal with you in a minute.”

After aggressively retaping the streamers to the wall, she makes good on her silent promise and marches over to you.

“You look like you’ve suddenly been told that you have to go clean out the school dumpsters. What is up with you?”

“Yoi, c’mon. Proms are boring,” you sighed. “I don’t even have a good date.”

“Oh, says the one who rejected the guy who asked them.“ she retorts. “He was nice!”

“He was desperate,” you deadpanned.

As you and Yoimiya move toward the food table (mediocre, but better than watching random people be horribly lovey-dovey), she whips her head around and stage-whispers, “Look at him.”

You glance in the direction she’s looking. It’s a guy sitting, very awkwardly, in one of the plastic chairs the council stole from the teacher’s lounge. It’s been moved from the tables covered in plastic tablecloths to the side of the room, and he’s got the look you imagine was on your face about ten minutes ago. Absolute boredom. “What about him?”

“Go talk to him, babe! Maybe you’ll hit it off,” she says. “Obviously you’re both miserable, so…”

“I’m wounded, Yoi,” you jest. “But fine.” Diverging from your route to the cupcakes, you stride over to the guy and pull another chair from the nearby empty table.

“Hey, what’s with the long face? Another prom hater?”

He spares you a look and says, “Brother dragged me here.” Taking a better look at him, he does look like an annoyed brother. He’s obviously not particularly comfortable in the suit, and his red hair is up in what you think was once a ponytail. It’s a surprisingly attractive look. Maybe you’re into the whole tall, dark and handsome thing after all.

“Right. Uh, so, what do you like to do?” This is horribly awkward. You are absolutely going to get Yoimiya for this tomorrow, you swear.

“I like to play chess.”

Okay. Okay, this might be redeemable after all. You can play chess with the hot guy. Suppressing a quip about weird hobbies, you ask, “Do you have that online chess app on your phone?” He nods, and a few minutes later you’re bested in a checkmate. Apparently you are not as good at chess as you thought.

A bit away, sitting at the council table in the corner, Yoimiya cracks the biggest smirk of her life.

“Prom is boring, my ass.”