#nerd meets nerd /affectionate

[asksomecomfortingpuppets]

Sonic :-p

*Glitch proceeds to pull up Sonic 2 on one of the spare floating tabs to play the game with QM, all while lore-dumping on everything that’s happening.*

[laslow]

Mikoto stood dressed in a maid outfit, its petticoat making her frilled skirt flounce around her as she handed out fliers. "Excuse me," Mikoto waved to get the passerby's attention. She curtsied, legs crossing as she dipped into the bow, and offered a flier. "Please come visit the maid cafe~"

Laslow's seen a lot in his day. Monsters emerging from the ground, resurrected evil dragons, heroes of old legends strolling around the monastery. Not to mention the literal time travel, which honestly, once you've endured that, very little phases you after.

However. A woman--and a strikingly gorgeous one at that--dressed in a maid outfit is liable to catch even the most seasoned of soldiers off guard.

It takes a moment before he finds his voice. "My, my, what do we have here? How can a gentleman like me turn down such a lovely offer?" His grin flickers to life. "Perhaps after, we can go have tea just by our lonesomes!"

A small step closer and he's accepting the offer flier. Eyes flick from the page to the woman's face, and something makes his smile freeze. She looks familiar--

".....Queen Mikoto!?!?!"

[alterumsinealterononest]

I need more European WN mutuals

[blondielockscherry]

Hi! I was thinking if I could ask for something with nerd!rafe in it? Maybe with a very affectionate, lowkey pda-loving reader (cheek kisses, actual kisses, hugs, hand-holding, cuddling, the whole works!) who couldn't get her hands off of him even in public (at school) and he's just permanently tomato-shaded because of it lol. Poor baby is not used to it but he's revelling in all of it deep inside. Thank you 🫶

i love this !! thank you for the ask too💗

nerd!rafe still getting used to readers affection ᡣ𐭩

it had been a few weeks since you and rafe had publicised your relationship. he very clearly didn’t have much experience with the whole affectionate stuff all he knew was that he liked it.

because rafe was wayyy smarter than you, you unfortunately was put into different classes but you met him after every single one. today was one of those days where rafe walked up to your math class to meet you after.

“hi baby” your greeted as your threw yours arms around his neck, pulling him in close. rafe could feel her tits press against his chest, making his mind go blank. he was so used to being the invisible nerd that he still couldn’t believe you where his girlfriend.

“what’s wrong baby?” you teased him pouting.

“nothing.. nothing at all” he stumbled over his words, his ears and face turning red. he was pretty sure anyone watching could see his heart through his shirt. “your just hugging me kinda intensely right now.” he swallowed hard, trying not to let his voice crack.

“aw.. well do you wanna come over tonight” you kissed his lips making his eyes widen. you loved the way you made him all flustered and shy. he was not used to the public display of affection but he didn’t hate either.

“yeah i’ll come over are we gonna study i’ve got a AP calculus test coming up.” you nodded before taking his hand in yours and walking. his heart skipped a beat another public display of affection that made his knees week. although it had been going on for a week rafe was only just getting used to it. he felt like he was always permanently red with blush.

your favourite thing to ever do is tease rafe about this. you acted oblivious to his red cheeks, beating heart, sweaty palms and stuttering.

“hey rafe why are you tence when i touch you do you not like it or something?” you ask.

“no! no no i love it it’s just.. just i’m not used to girls like you actually wanting to touch me. like i’m always expecting you to dump me” he looks down kicking small pebbles nervously.

you smile softly before pulling him in and kissing his face all over. “shut up i’m never gonna dump you, i love you”

his breath caught in his throat at the ‘L’ word, his eyes widening. “you love me?” he repeated his voice cracking slightly. “i love you too like alot alot” he smiled before pulling you into a kiss for the first time in public.

[localkiss]

(pic creds: bluwleon)

cw: public sex w/o protection :3 + lil fluff!

i want re2 leon to go on a walk with me. Need him to nerd out on me. Like yess babe, I want to hear all about the rpd!

Let me hear about all the people you've arrested! Oh no, someone tried flirting their way out of a ticket and you thought of me? 🫣 Should've knocked her ass out leon!

Need to see his eyes light up and his cute lil smile.

But also.... I need him to pin me down and to feed me through his mouth. Needd him to whisper dirty things in my ear. And to try and arouse me in public! (Whilst making himself harder than a rock, having to readjust himself every couple of minutes).

Imagine doing cute lil things with him while you're on a date, like lets say, at the beach; and then he just loves you too much he gets horny just from being so affectionate with you. It becomes harder for him to control himself. So he just decides to pull you into a secluded spot and pleads with you to help him out.

"Please baby, let me put it inside for a little bit. Promise I'll buy you an ice cream afterwards." His defined arms wrap around your waist as he whispers to you. Bulge pressing against your lower back.

"Fine. You better buy me a waffle cone ice cream," you sigh, trying to hold back a smile. "And let me get two scoops."

"Deal." He peppers your neck with kisses, while he pulls up the sundress you're wearing. Lazily pulling your panties to the side and pulling his cock out through the hole in his briefs. Gently rubbing the tip against your folds, spreading your juices to ensure it's not dry as he pushes it in.

You brace yourself on the rock that's shielding you both from the rest of the beach. Angling your hips to try and make it easier on you both. Slowly breathing in and out, you feel the tip stretching out your hole as it pushes into your wetness.

Leon stops halfway and groans, "Babe, you're so fucking tight," he noses his way up to your cheek and presses a sloppy kiss there. "Relax, princess. Relax for me, okay?"

"Mm.. 'kay," you whine softly. His hands gripping the fat of your hips, which are soon to be bruised, as he pushes it all the way in. Pelvis flushed against your backside.

Moving his hands to gently rubbing your stomach before dipping down between your thighs. Finding your clit and rubbing it in circles, making you flutter around his length.

"Atta girl," he moans, pulling out and gently thrusting it back in. Finding a slow rhythm for now as he tries to focus on you and making sure you feel good too.

"Leon," you groan, pushing yourself back on his length. "Faster."

His thrusts speed up at the last breath of your sentence. Sloppy and fast. Especially since you're trying to meet his pace, bouncing back on him.

Soft plap, plap, plap's can be heard above the waves of the ocean and the people talking. His mouth attaches itself on your neck, biting into the delicacy that is your skin.

Hands moving to grip onto your waist, molding into the shape of his fingers.

"Baby, it feels s'good." He pants, before letting one of his hands grab onto your jaw. His chapped lips landing on yours in a messy kiss. Moaning and groaning into your mouth as he swaps spit with you. "Just know your pussy missed me. Know she missed my creampies."

Leon's once baby blue eyes meet yours, now dark with lust and love for you.

:3 me wants to consume him okay!!!

[nkopurin]

fratboy!toji is nothing less than a menace to society.

now tell me, and stay with me on this one, what do people think when it comes to fratboys? the average person would usually think of the following traits: dumb, self-centered, fuckboys, party animals, muscles and no brain, arrogant, reckless, immature even. however, toji wasn't your average 'sigma kappa tau' member. he is the three big C's in a nutshell. cunning, cold, and calculating, but of course, these are the only traits that differentiate him from being a good old regular frat bud.

he is a party animal, through and through.

he is arrogant and self-centered; there is no question about it.

he is a fuckboy, with his looks it would be a crime not to be. and he would never turn down a pretty face, ever.

nevertheless, he was an above average student, muscles and brain type of guy—not a top valedictorian student, though. he knew the spotlight brought nothing but prying eyes and trouble. as edgy as it sounds, he liked to stay in the shadows, away from the lime light.

he is the thinking head behind the 'sigma kappa tau' house. he coordinated the parties, found desperate nerds, ones who thought they were good enough candidates to be part of the 'brotherhood', to clean up after. and he indeed financed these parties via not so legal means. it was somewhat of an open secret/rumor that toji was a plug.

he knew a lot of people who dabbled in various things, so in just the dial of the phone he got it for you, and everything that you might be desperate to latch your hands on.

you needed a gram of blow, weed, oxy, burner phones, getaway car, or contraband alcohol? don't worry! toji was handling it to you by sundown.

or perhaps you need information on someone? at least that's what it seemed to be the case with you.

"so you know where that creep is?" the ticking of the clock was defening in the stagnant silence. you shifted your weight on the couch, your gaze trailed toji's every step and move he took.

"of course i know, princess." he lowers the brick phone to his chest to look at your pretty, dolled up figure. it was impossible for him not to walk your way and catch your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his. yet you jerked away from his touch, not taking even a grain of his performative, affectionate gestures. obviously, he was charming, got muscled for days, evil as shit, and that chiseled god-like face is just your type down to a t. but then again, you were nothing less than a hater of his stupid, little games.

"just tell me where they are fushiguro," you might be dressed in all pastels and fancy skirts bestowing an innocent, preppy act. but the death stare you gave the frat revealed your nature perfectly, toji's breath hitched, your cold eyes stirred up hardcore emotions inside him. he's an adrenaline junkie, one who lusts after control and being above anyone, nevertheless, you are not easily swayed...yet.

"only if you take me."

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"hey tits." toji came crashing into any room he entered with his signature arrogance and rudeness. nobody was safe from him, not even you, fuck you wouldn't be surprised if he disrespected his mother in a similar fashion.

"how's it going, steroids?" you scoffed, even amidst the caos, splatted intimate pictures with blood droplets resting on them and a wailing, tied up dude, toji had the power to make you even angrier than you already were.

"my night became brighter now that i've seen you doll..." there was no way toji would miss the opportunity, even with a half-conscious man in front of him, to shower his next target with flowers, "so this is what the guy looks like."

the beat up dude looked like any average joe to be honest. who knew this normal looking man would sneak mundane and lewd pictures of your sorority sisters indiscriminately.

"yes, i hope he learns not to take more pictures...of anybody, ever," even in the chair that you sat, your cold, poisonous words engraved themselves deep into everybody inside the room, "girls, you can leave now, you've done good. i have something to discuss with fushiguro here."

your sorority sisters left the secluded shack one following the other, giving their 'thank you's' to you and toji. he gave them all the disheveled, blood-stained ladies a polite smile, while doing a mental note to never mess with your sorority in any way. he was sure to tell his boys this.

"so how much," you briefly looked at him before unzipping your purse. there is always a price for these types of job's, you just hoped the money that you brought was more than enough.

"a date." you stopped counting on the money. he is not serious.

"toji i'm serious..."

"god, keep saying my name."

"how much toji, i don't have all night." toji took a hold to your chin for you to look at him, just like days prior. and your exasperation deepened.

"as i said doll, a date."

"...ugh, fine!" you bounce up, raging due to your predicament, and what better way to take your frustration out than on somebody. more specifically on creepy-mcgee, "this is all your fault!"

and it actually was, if it weren't for this perverted nobody, you wouldn't have sought out for toji's help. if it weren't for you heels you would kick the shit out of the guy, "i'll burn the pics, can you keep fucking this guy up?"

"anything for the lady." like a puppy doing a trick for the treat, toji took to breaking further the poor devils face. but not before taking a picture, specifically of you, from the ground into his pocket.

you did not hate toji, hate is a strong word, there was only distaste for some aspects of his personality and antics. but that sour taste you had of him diluted with every strike he blew on your stalker's face. you could not help but peek at him whenever you took the prints from the floor. it was completely messed up to find the aggressor attractive, but his muscles flexing and contracting were just too cool, with each spilling of blood towards random places proving his strength. toji's grin was akin to the devil's, dangerously enchanting, one that drives you insane and willing to commit the most heinous sin imaginable. whatever could you do to keep seeing that smile often?

you tossed the pictured into the empty barrel and poured some oil in it before setting it ablaze with some lit matches. there was no escape from the scene in front of you, as you tossed the last match you couldn't help but to thing in how wrong you are. completely wrong to find satisfaction in violence, one that toji of all people induced.

without a word you set out of the shack, felling the soft night breeze hit you, you tried to keep your remaining integrity intact. the car where you came in was nowhere in sight, obviously. the only vehicle left was toji's old ass subaru.

'fuck it,' you began to navigate your way towards toji's ride and rest your weight near its door. the beating in your heart marched like a parade drum, this was not happening. your body wanted him, scratch that, needed him in unspeakable ways.

"hey," toji started, "i came to see if you were alright, maybe the scene was too much—"

your lips seeking his was bound to happen. you didn't let him finish his sentence; besides, it didn't matter, his concern was always a show. you thought this inebriating feeling would appease itself, well you thought wrong.

"fucking shut up fushiguro, just kiss me."

"fuck," he heaved, sinking back into the lips of the woman he so desperately coveted. with every stroke of his tongue in yours the fever for him just increased in temperature.

'more!' your body was quick to demand, and your hands even quicker to lay on his toned abdomen, shamelessly traversing through his smooth skin. his bloody hands kept your head in place as his lips explored every crevice of your mouth.

"do ughn~ do something fushiguro!" you whinged, leading his beaten up hand all the way down to that wet spot in between your legs.

"damn, doll...can't use my fingers though," he whispered, caressing your clothed cunt, crimson stains sadly smearing over the fabric.

you catch a fistful of his shirt collar, bringing him to your face level and not minding the means to relieve you. it just had to be him, "then your mouth will have to do."

you did not believe the rumors of toji fushiguro's head being mind blowing. they had to be a brazen exaggeration, nothing more than a whisper started by him to inflate his ego a set his reputation in stone. but as they say 'don't knock it 'till you try it'.

to your pride's dismay, the rumors fell short in comparison to the real deal. this man didn't tickle your pussy, he devoured it. his hot, wet tongue circled around your clit before lapping it through your slit. your back rested comfortably in the car's hood, skirt up, panties to your side and your legs locked firmly around toji's neck. strings of moaned profanities left your mouth, your hands gripping at toji's raven locks. at this rate you migh as well leave a bald spot with how hard you tugged at his hair for him to go deeper in you.

disappointment will fill you once your head clears from the lustful fog. but in this precise second all you wanted was to seek your orgasm. and sure enough you were terribly close, toji switched from burying his tongue inside of you to kissing the most sensitive parts of your pussy.

"fushi—toji~ i am, shit if you keep—going i'm gonna- i-!" torrents of erratic pleasure rippled from your pelvis through out your body. your juices coated toji's lips and dripped to his chin.

you heaved, gasping for the fresh air of nature, the stars above twinkled and now your mind became clear once more.

"get off me, help me too."

"man a thank you would be nice." always the gentleman, toji helped you sit right, kneeling to push your panties up and secure you in place as you stood up. even after you ignored his need of gratitude.

"what are you gonna do about that?" you gestured at the obvious bulge in his pants.

"shit, baby, don't worry i got certified jerk off material right here." he took the picture he had previously tucked in his pocket, out on display for you to see. apparently the creep that took all the sorority's most intimate moments actually had a talent for photography.

"fuck, fushiguro, give me my picture!" you caught a glimpse of its contents; you observing your figure through tithe mirror in a pink dress, one that looked eerily similar to lingerie. you tried to snatch it from his grasp, however he held it high in the air, making it imposible for you to get ahold of.

"you'll have to bounce on my cock if you want the pic dollface," he beamed a grin while opening the passenger door, "let's go to mine and finish the transaction."

"ughh, you're insufferable fushiguro."

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never thought this would be as long as it did :o + feedback on my writing is hella appreciated !

[neeeooon]

☆ blue lock masterlist. REQS CLOSED. prev!

no link = in the writing/planning process

series,

video game lover! ongoing! smau ft. hiori, karasu, otoya

the baby project! coming soon! smau ft. reo, nagi, barou, chigiri, kunigami

headcanons,

when you’re grumpy! ft. sunshine!bachira

yapper best friend (for real)! ft. bm!kunigami

when you’re serious! ft. nuisance!charles

everyone but you! ft. post wc!kunigami

a fool in love! ft. secretly married!sae

fit check! ft. boyfriend!yukimiya

driving with your bf for the first time! ft. isagi, sae

how they’d react to you complimenting them! ft. isagi, rin, niko, nanase, sae, reo. karasu, yukimiya, otoya, sendou, kaiser, barou, kunigami, chigiri, shidou, aiku, nagi, bachira, hiori, kurona, charles

when you sneak away while cuddling! ft. shidou, isagi, otoya, nagi, bachira, rin, kunigami, karasu, barou, sae, yukimiya, reo

when you beat him in a 1v1 match! ft. isagi, kaiser, ness, rin, sae, barou, yukimiya, nagi, kunigami, chigiri, bachira, reo, hiori, kurona

when they see you burnt out! ft. yukimiya, barou, rin, reo, nagi, isagi, bachira, shidou, kaiser, sae, chigiri, sendou

when you listen to true crime documentaries! ft. isagi, bachira, reo, ness, rin, nagi, kaiser, hiori, sae, kunigami, chigiri, yukimiya

when you’re a science nerd! ft. bachira, raichi, reo, otoya, rin, nagi, isagi, kunigami, kurona, ness

when you fall and hurt your knee! ft. yukimiya, isagi, ness, barou, sae, nagi, rin, kaiser, kunigami, bachira, reo, otoya, chigiri, sendou, shidou

when you perform in manshine! ft. nagi, reo, chigiri

when you like to stay up late! ft. ness, sendou, hiori, kurona, kiyora, karasu

when you’re constantly learning new hobbies! ft. bachira, reo, isagi, kurona

when you’re a troublemaker! ft. isagi, sae, rin, chigiri, bachira, barou

when your niece/nephew races them! ft. rin, isagi, bachira, nagi

when they turn into japanese zodiacs! ft. nagi, reo, zantetsu, shidou, sae

when they turn into japanese zodiacs pt 2! ft. isagi, rin, chigiri, bachira, kaiser, kunigami, karasu

when they have a toddler sibling! ft. isagi, sae & rin, aiku, reo

going to a theme park with them! ft. reo, otoya, ness, karasu, rin, shidou

blue lock cuddle positions! ft. shidou, bachira, rin, sae, isagi, kunigami

blue lock cuddle positions pt 2! ft. nagi, karasu, otoya, yukimiya, barou, reo

making matching bracelets for them! ft. rin, niko, barou, kuon

when you’re randomly affectionate! ft. isagi, rin, sae, chigiri, reo, nagi

“can you kill that bug for me?” ft. rin, shidou, karasu, otoya, yukimiya, nagi

ballroom dancing with them! ft. barou, rin, chigiri, nagi, kunigami, hiori, bachira, yukimiya, karasu, kurona

blue lock men as yearners! ft. yukimiya, karasu, sae, reo

when you’re overly energetic! ft. sae, rin, reo, barou, kunigami, aiku

when you move while they’re at blue lock! ft. chigiri, yukimiya, isagi, rin, nagi, reo

when they find your jealousy adorable! ft. isagi, barou, rin, sae, chigiri, kaiser, nagi

when you have a resting bitch face (when you’re scene)! ft. rin, sae, isagi, chigiri, reo, nagi

when he falls asleep while cuddling you! ft. bachira, kunigami, raichi, gagamaru, kuon, barou

when your parents walk in on you pt. 4! ft. ness, otoya, kiyora, kurona

when they sneak up on you during at interview at a soccer match! ft. rin, sae, kaiser, shidou

when you have a panic attack at a game! ft. kaiser, ness, rin

texts,

random texts with bf sae! ft. sae

texting bff blue lock “i love u bro” at 3 am! smau ft. isagi, rin, hiori, otoya, reo, nagi, bachira, shidou

when you have a kiss scene with someone else! smau ft. sae, rin

when you have a kiss scene with someone else pt 2! smau ft. chigiri, reo, bachira

boyfriend texts with yuki! smau ft. yukimiya

karasu bf texts! smau ft. karasu

boyfriend in training! smau ft. sae

oneshots,

143 means i love you! fluff, fake texts ft. nagi

te amo! fluff ft. sae

second in the class! crack, lowk platonic ft. nagi

nose bleeds and meet cutes! crack, fluff ft. isagi

getting your wisdom teeth removed! crack, fluff ft. barou

reuniting after his elimination! angst, hurt-comfort ft. nagi

hair care plan! platonic ft. chigiri

karasu introducing you to otoya! crack ft. karasu, otoya

babysitter loki! platonic crack ft. loki

when someone makes you cry! hurt-comfort ft. rin

a goth, a slob, and a ray of sunshine! platonic ft. rin, nagi

truth or dare! angst, crack ft. aiku

comforting kurona with texts and cuddles! smau, fluff ft. kurona

accidental love at first sight! fluff ft. sae

golden hour! fluff ft. yukimiya

study buddy benefits (he lives rent free)! fluff ft. nagi

two for one deal! crack ft. chigiri

three’s my favorite number! fluff ft. karasu

opposites attract! fluff ft. bachira

love of my dreams! fluff, crack ft. otoya

big brother duty! platonic, crack, fluff ft. sae, rin

fumble of the century! crack, suggestive ft. isagi

but he’s ugly! crack ft. isagi

you’re dating who?! crack ft. rin

bet you wanna kiss me! crack ft. isagi

after school study session! fluff ft. shidou

ichi means #1! fluff ft. isagi

idyllic, unrivaled, perfect! fluff ft. karasu

meet cute with yukki! fluff ft. yukimiya

why did you never call? platonic, angst ft. sae, rin

“oh no, not pink. make it blue!” crack ft. kaiser

© neeeooon, all rights reserved. please don’t copy, translate, or repost my works. 2025

[anakinstwinklebunny]

omg need more hockey player ani pairing 😭💗 they are too cute ! ur a great writer hehe

PAIRING: popular!hockey player!anakin x nerd!reader

FLUFF ❦

You were just trying to enjoy your lunch. That’s all you wanted. All you needed. A peaceful, quiet break from the exhausting day, just curled up at your usual spot in the cafeteria with your notes spread out and your favorite chocolate pudding waiting for you—

Except the pudding wasn’t there.

You blinked at the empty space where your dessert should be, only to feel a sudden presence beside you. A familiar one. Way familiar one. The scent of fresh cologne, that mix of sweet vanilla and something distinctly him. Then—

Plop.

A pudding cup appeared in front of you, placed by a hand you knew all too well. Big, warm, calloused fingers that had traced over every inch of your skin, now casually sliding your favorite dessert toward you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You didn’t even have to look up.

“Hi, sweetheart.” ANAKIN SKYWALKER’s voice was too smug, too soft, too teasing, and before you could even react, he was already sitting down across from you, legs sprawled like a confident guy he was. He didn’t care that the entire cafeteria was staring. Watching. Whispering.

Because of course they were.

Let's make it clear, he was the golden boy, the effortlessly cool hockey captain and straight-A student who never really seemed to work for his grades. And that kind of guy had just casually sat himself down at your table. The nerdy, book-loving, keeps-to-herself girl who was currently gripping her fork like it might save her from the sheer amount of attention suffocating the air around her.

Oh God.

The murmurs were turned on an instant. Hushed voices, shameless glances, side eyes (to you, of course. Anakin was too hot for that). You could feel the stares digging it nails into your back, dragging down, drawing blood. The questions running to your ears, swallowed by your mind, fighting against one another

«Are they really dating?»

«How the hell did she pull him?»

«No way, she must be doing his homework or something—»

Yet, Anakin ignored all of it. Acted completely unbothered. If anything, he thrived on it, grinning as he propped his chin up on his palm, blue eyes twinkling with something mischievous.

“You gonna eat that, sunshine?” he teased, nodding towards the pudding cup he’d oh so generously gifted you. “Or are you too busy blushing for me?”

Your face burned. “I—I was not blushing for you.”

“Oh?” Anakin’s smirk only grew wider and he leaned closer, voice dropping to that low, teasing octave that made your stomach flip. “So you always turn that shade of pink when you see me?”

Your glare covered your face instantly “Shut up.”

“Make me.” he punctured each word with slow pronouns cation

You hated how effortlessly he said it. How easy it was for him to fluster you. How well he known you, after..well, three months only. How easily he got under your skin. And he knew it all, too—the way you were gripping your spoon too tightly, the way you avoided meeting his gaze, how your whole body was practically screaming in embarrassment.

Then he did the worst thing possible.

He reached across the table, hooking his fingers into the front pocket of your hoodie—the one he stole from your closet and refused to give back—before tugging you slightly forward. Just enough to send your heart into a frenzy. Just enough for his voice to go soft, affectionate, sweet.

“You know I like you, right?”

Your breath stopped in your throat. Because that wasn’t teasing. That wasn’t for show. That was just him being..him

“…Yeah,” you mumbled, biting your lip, heat rushing to your cheeks. “I know.”

Anakin grinned, proud of..well, himself. “Good, good” then, because he couldn’t help himself, he stole your pudding and took a bite before mumbling how sharing is caring..

Cocky bastard.

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[latenightdaydreams]

Hiiii! I really adore your writing and I’ve literally binged all of it 💕💕💕💕

I was wondering if you could do a story on Loser/Nerd! König kinda like tutor but it’s a girl who asks for help who generally has a crush on him and adores him and she’s all sweet and kind to him. Like all lovey dovey and affectionate!

I hope you have a good day!!!!💕💕💕💕

Thank you!! 💖💖

Nerd!König X Soft!Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, v-card loss

2.5k word count

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You sit in class and look over at König, the tall Austrian student that recently moved here. His blonde hair is always unkept and his eyes tired. There is an aura about him that pulls you to him like a magnet. While he tries to appear stoic and mysterious, you see him casually peering over at you. A curious look in his eyes as he analyzes you.

Both of your eyes meet for a split second before he spins his head, looking back at the whiteboard. Your gaze lingers before you look straight ahead as well. Once class ends, König stands quickly, his long legs assisting him in fleeing the lecture hall quickly. You watch, blinking, as he fades away into the hall.

It’s right after statistics class, so you knew he’d be going to the library to work on the assignments we’ve been given; assignments you need his help with. That’s not the only reason you want to find him though…

With one deep breath, you decide to go through with your plan and approach König. You walk casually though campus as you mentally hyper yourself up. Other than sharing glances, you’ve not talked to König. What if you simply forget how to speak?

König sits with his air pods in while he works on equations using his iPad. Despite being nearly seven feet tall, he tries his hardest to go unnoticed; sitting in the back corner of the library. He is unaware that he has eyes on him, your eyes.

His sky-blue eyes look up and meet yours as you approach him. König looks around. Maybe you’re meaning to approach someone else? Even lost in confusion, he can’t resist but to glance at your body as you walk. You’re shaped perfectly, exactly his type. The fluid motion of your curves and breasts bouncing pulls him in. Then you stop right in front of him. With one hand, he takes an air pod out and places it back into the case.

“Hi!” You struggle to conceal the delight on your face as you finally get to speak to König.

“H-hallo.” König looks confused. Are you going to yell at him for always checking you out?

His accent is so dreamy. You think to yourself.

“I’m y/n. We have the same math class together.”

“Ja, I know who you are.” He sits back, wondering what this is about. The struggle to keep his gaze above the neck is real.

Without saying anything, you pull a chair next to him and sit. He looks down at your small size as you sit there. The tension in the air between you two is so thick you could feel it consume the surrounding room both.

“I was wondering um—” A rush of nervousness floods through you. “I know you’re amazing at statistics. Incredibly smart.”

Your sentence pauses as you take a moment to get lost in his eyes. The way you are gazing at him is as if you’ve already fallen in love. His cheeks go red as he looks at you.

“Well, I guess I just wanted to ask if you’d have time to tutor me?”

König let your question hang in the air for a few seconds as he looked at you. Have you always looked at him like this? He realizes he wouldn’t know because he avoids eye contact with you. Maybe tutoring wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“I can.” He says simply trying to not let it show how excited he was to spend time with you.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

“I am—”

“I’ll be by your dorm room by noon.” You say with a large smile and turn to walk away.

König just sits there with his mouth hanging open as you walk away from him. A thousand thoughts running through his mind all at once. He quickly packs up his bags and goes to his dorm to clean it up for your arrival; he doesn’t want you to think he’s a slob.

The next day at 11:59 am, you knock on his door. When König answers you smile up at him and hold out a Tupperware container. He gazes down at you and cautiously grabs it from your hands as he steps aside to let you in.

“They’re homemade Jelly Donuts. I saw in Austria they’re really popular so I figured it would make a nice thank you gift.” Your voice is cheery, hoping he likes them.

König’s eyes light up as he opens the container to see six donuts carefully lined up and dusted with powdered sugar. He picks one up and takes a bite. His eyes flutter closed and he nods, enjoying the sweet apricot jam in the middle.

You can’t help but to smile as you watch him enjoying himself. A light dusting of powdered sugar covers his lower lip. Without a second though you use your thumb to gently glide across his lip, cleaning it for him.

“You had a little sugar.” You giggle as he looks at you. His heart thumps inside of his chest.

As he enjoys his donut your eyes look around his dorm room. König watches you as you do, feeling nervous that you might mock his collection of Gundam models that he’s spent hours building. Instead, you gravitate to one of the models of Beargguy.

“You have a Beargguy gunplay?  I think he’s so adorable! I have the pink one built.”

Did she just say gunplay? She’s perfect. He thinks to himself.

“Um yeah, I have the panda one too. I just haven’t built him yet.” König says, whipping the powdered donut dusting from his fingers onto his jeans.

“Maybe when we are done with tutoring me you can give me a tour of your models?” You smirk as you sit on his bed.

König doesn’t know what to say other than nod and agree. Dirty thoughts flood his mind as he watches you sit on his bed so casually. How would it feel to touch your skin? Kiss your lips? He shakes his head and walks over to his iPad and textbooks so he can start tutoring you.

He sits on his bed next to you, his knee bumps with yours, causing you to feel a rush of excitement being so close to him. The same rush travels through his body. There is a tension he is trying to ignore as he fumbles open his iPad.

As he does, your eyes are glued to his face. His blue eyes look stunning as they read over notes on the screen in front of him. Your eyes watch as he uses his fingers to scroll and tap. Without a second thought, you reach your smaller hand over to his knee and rub.

König’s eyes drift from the screen down to your hand on his. He swallows, but there is no movement to push your hand away, but there is a rush of heat to his groin. Finally, he turns his head, his blue eyes gazing into your eyes.

“I think you’re really amazing.” You say in a soft tone while being physically more forward.

König turns to you, his eyes roaming up and down your body before coming back to your face. This is his moment, the change he’s been waiting for. His hand comes up and cradles your face in his hand. The feeling of your hand moving up from his knee to his thigh causes his cock to get hard. A girl has never touched him this way.

His blue eyes darken as his pupils expand from arousal. You lean in and kiss his lips gently at first, waiting to see if he will reject you. As you pull back from the kiss, you look at König, awaiting his reaction.

König leans in and kisses you again. His kiss is needy, instantly opening his mouth against yours. You reciprocate and open your mouth, your tongue reaching out to swirl around his. A low guttural groan leaves his lips as your hand reaches for his erection. He pulls back from the kiss to look down at your hand as you grab him over the fabric of his jeans and jerk him slightly.

“Y/n…” He moans before kissing you again.

You kiss him back before pulling away and kiss his neck, gently licking his pale skin. It only adds to the euphoric feeling of you touching his cock. His hands go to his jeans and unzip them, releasing his leaky cock for you to grab.

A soft moan leaves his lips as he feels your smaller hand wrap around his shaft. He gazes down as you pull his foreskin back, jerking him off. Little droplets of precum trail down onto your hands, acting like lubrication and assisting in your motions.

“Your cock is so fucking big.” You whisper as you drop to your knees in front of him.

His eyes watch your every movement like a hawk, he can feel his cock twitch as you kneel in front of him. Your hand moves down to the base of his shaft as you lean forward to put the head of his cock in your mouth.

You suck lightly, eyes meeting König’s to watch his reaction. As you lower your head down further on his cock, König lets out a whimper. He tosses his iPad aside to get comfortable as you suck off his cock. He gently runs his fingers through your hair before grabbing slightly. He gently helps you through the motion, bobbing your head on his cock for you.

Loud sucking sounds fill the room, like music to his ears. He watches as spit forms at the corners of your mouth and spills down his cock. Your full lips wrap so perfectly around him. He lets out a shaky breath as he drops his head back. You let out a soft moan on his cock, the hum vibrating through him.

You pull your head back with a pop off of his cock, eagerly your tongue runs up and down his erection. His hand moves away from your head as he leans back on the bed.

“I want to fuck you…” He whispers, almost as if he didn’t really mean for you to hear him. You did.

Without a second thought you stand up and begin to strip your clothing off. König’s eyes widen as you do. He feels like now he should be honest with you because what if he’s bad?

“I’m…I’ve never been with someone before.”

“That’s okay, I can teach you.” A small smile of pride on your face for being his first intimate experience.

König follows your lead and undresses completely. You haze over his body, slightly chubby but you can tell he’s extremely strong. He stands looking over your naked body, his eyes zeroing in on the small bush covering the mound of your cunt.

“How…do we start?”

“We can start simple. Do you want me to ride you or you on top?”

His eyes move as if he is deep in thought. The idea of watching your breasts bounce wild as you ride him sounds amazing, but he’d probably cum faster from the visuals mixed with the pleasure. “I want to be on top.”

“Okay.” You crawl on the bed, ass up in the air as you go to his pillows and lay down.

König moves on to the bed with you, his enormous frame approaching yours. His eyes drop down between your legs as he kneels in front of you on the bed. A pussy. Your pussy. He’s always wanted to know what you smell like, taste life. He lowers himself slightly while his hands pull your legs apart more.

König flicks his tongue out and licks your folds lightly. His eyes dart up to yours to see your reaction. You nod, encouraging him. He presses his face closer and takes a longer swipe with his tongue and…my god. After one taste, he couldn’t stop. Not a thought in his mind as he buries his face between your pussy lips, lapping at your folds and missing your clit.

“Go up more.” You instruct him. “Like the little hood area.”

He moves his tongue up, flicking it quickly. Your eyes flutter and legs begin to twitch. König realizes he’s making you feel good. It excites him like no other. He doesn’t stop as soft moans begin to leave your lips freely. His eyes stay locked on yours as his lips begin to thrust into the mattress beneath him to get friction.

“You taste so sweet.” He says quickly before diving back down between your thighs.

A small smirk appears on your lips before another moan comes out. You gaze down at him and comb your fingers through his hair. “You’re doing so well.” The way you say it with a tone of desire lights the fire within him.

“I’m sorry, I want to feel you so badly.” He says as he pulls away from your core and moves his body between your legs.

He rubs the head of his cock along your folds and feels himself shutter at the feeling of your warmth and wetness. His eyes are down gazing at your folds spread open for him. He leans down and kisses your breast shyly before kissing your lips.

“Can I—”

“Yes.”

König gazes back down at your pussy as he watches his cock get swallowed by your cunt squeezing him. His eyebrows pinch from the orgasmic feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him. A loud moan escapes his throat as he fully shoves his cock into you.

“Oh fuck!” He groans loudly as he pulls back and slams into you again.

The feeling he’s giving you is euphoric as you gaze up into his eyes. He watches as your breasts bounce to the rhythm of his motions. A melody of pleasure leaves your lips encouraging his speed to quicken.

He gazes down at the creamy streaks your sweet pussy is leaving behind and his cock. You look like a perfect angel beneath him. The look of pleasure on your beautiful face is something he wishes to see over and over.

“König!” You moan out as your nails dig into his arms.

Hearing you moan out his name was just too much. König leans back and grabs your legs, spreading them wide apart. He thrust into you quickly, losing his rhythm and just chasing his orgasm that’s quickly building.

With one final hard thrust, he slams into you and leans over your back. His lips needily finding yours, kissing you as he cums into your pussy. You can feel his cock throbbing as you rock your hips against his. König pants and rests his heavy body on yours, pressing you into the mattress.

“I’m sorry…” he says panting, “I didn’t make you cum.”

“It’s okay.” You kiss his neck and caress his sweaty back. “It was your first time.”

He shakes his head, pulling out. “I want to make you cum.”

König looks into your eyes as he parts your legs and drops onto his stomach. With the adrenaline of having just lost his virginity, he takes his time this time. He kisses down your thighs, softly biting your supple flesh. His eyes drawn to his white cum leaking out of you.

“You’re so perfect.” König says to you as his lips get closer to your cunt. “Be mine. Bitte.”  

[cuteandhughesy]

congrats on 1k!!! so deserved, your writing is amazing! can i pls request prompts 1 and 11 for barzy?? love you 🫶

prompt no. 1: "you're such a loser" + prompt no. 11: “let me distract you”

18+ under the cut

"wait so you're telling me that dumbledore only kept Harry alive so that voldemort would be the one to kill him." mat’s confused, squinting at the tv casting the only source of lighting in the otherwise dark living room.

you’re tucked into his side, so close that you might as well but sitting on his lap—but that just the way mat likes it.

his thick fingers trace circles on your hip bone over your leggings, a soothing and comforting tickle that could lull you to sleep if you weren’t so into the harry movie playing on the tv.

mat’s voice cuts through your intense focus, making you sigh. you’ve always been a huge fan of the harry potter movies—getting lost in the magic and nostalgia that they carry, and no matter how many times you watch them, the movies will always have you hooked. your boyfriend has never seen them, which was appalling, so every free night he has, you’re putting one on.

hence is constant questions—which yes, this is probably his 20th for this movie…and it’s not even over yet.

"yeah,” you say, “pretty much."

“damn,” mat huffs, pulling you deeper into his side, eyes flickering away from the screen, “and to think he was my favourite.”

you hum in acknowledgment, not giving him your attention as you watch snape’s memories flash on the tv. he pouts dramatically at your lack of attention, head falling to your shoulder like he’s been kicked.

sure, mat doesn’t hate the movies—they’ve been entertaining at the most. but they’re not his favourite, and he’s kinda glad you guys are on the last one. mat is bored and wants your attention like the clingy man he claims he isn’t.

slowly he presses his lips to your pulse point, giving you a 5 second long open mouthed kiss and then moves farther up your neck—just in an inch—to repeat the process.

your eyes roll gently. you know exactly what he’s up to. “mathew,” you warn, hand gripping his under your shirt as it begins slowly riding up—resting just under your boob.

mat smiles against your skin, “full name? sheesh.”

“eyes on the screen.”

he groans, the hand that’s not under your shirt enclosing over your knee cap before slowly sliding up your thigh. “I wanna have my eyes on something else,” mat hums, pressing a delicate kiss to your jaw.

you squirm, a half smile on your face. “if you want to be a potterhead, you have to watch this and pay attention—this is about to be a pivotal moment.”

mat pulls back, brows pulled in confusion. “a potterhead? is that like a drug term?”

“no,” you laugh, smacking his peck lightheartedly. “it’s a hard core harry potter fan,” you correct, eyes finally tilting up and meeting his.

“are you a potterhead?” mat asks knowingly, lips quirked up in a half smirk that tells you he already knows your answer.

you nod, looking back at the tv, “yes.”

“you’re such a loser babe,” he breathes a laugh, kissing your cheek affectionately.

but your mouth falls, eyes comically wide as you look back at your boyfriend, “hey!”

mat’s grin doesn’t falter, and he wraps his forearm around your middle, not giving you the chance to pull away from him. “it’s a compliment, my little nerd,” he hums softly, hand sliding under your thigh and lifting your leg— manoeuvring until you’re dropped over his own leg, spreading your thighs.

you swallow as mat leans back down, attaching his lips to your neck—sucking, kissing and nibbling your sensitive skin. instinctively you head falls back against his shoulder, breath quickening as your arousal spikes. “mhmm,” you pause, “not sure about that.” 

“c’mon,” he teases in between licks, “you’re okay.”

“you’re distracting me,” you sigh after a beat, mat’s fingers inching closer to the waist band of your leggings—his other brushing over your bare nipple under your top.

his lips brush your jawline again, “good.”

“mat.”

“let me distract you,” mat mumbles, hand slipping under your waist band, brushing and teasing just below your belly button—fiddling with the lace of your panties. “you’ve seen this movie,” he states the obvious, breath warm as it fans across your spit slicked skin—giving you goosebumps.

“yeah but you haven’t,” you whine.

“if you let me make you cum i’ll watch the movie until I have it memorized.” his words make you whine, hips jerking as your hips jerk instinctively, seeking mat’s fingers.

it’s all mat needs to hear before his fingers dip under your panties. his calloused pads tease your puffy clit, switching between slow circles around the bundle and firm figure eights—each one making your breath hitch desperately.

he doesn’t stop kissing your face, heavy breath fanning across you’re already warm face as mat dips down to your entrance, fingers slipping through your arousal. “you’re wet.” he grins cockily, scooping the lubricant with his ring and middle finger, dragging it back up to your clit.

“shut up,” you stutter, eyes fluttering pathetically as mat spreads your arousal over your clit. you’re entire pussy has become a slip and slide for your boyfriends fingers.

he laughs against your ear, “that’s no way to ask me to touch you baby.” he says, sucking on the lobe of your ear as his fingers slide back down towards your fluttering hole.

your hips lift in search of further stimulation, the action sending mat’s palm to roughly bump your clit. “mat please,” you hiccup.

“better.”

he inserts his two thick fingers into your entrance, slowly stretching your walls as he slides in—further and deeper until his knuckles are the only thing visible. mat’s hand is nothing but a bulge under your leggings. he’s so close and warm, making everything feel dirty and sexy.

mat begins thrusting shallowly, but still providing enough stimulation to have you moaning. his fingers work you expertly, while the palm of his hand rubs your bundle of nerves.

“that feel good baby?” he breathes, mouth brushing your jaw as he nips the skin affectionately. your eyes are trained against the movements of his hands under your clothes, the rhythmic thrusts that have you increasingly soaking his fingers more and more.

the movie is long forgotten as you moan, basking in the euphoric feeling of mat’s fingers reaching so deep inside you—pressing against that spongy spot that makes you feel like you’re dying.

“what was that?” mat taunts, picking up the speed of his thrusts into your pathetically weeping entrance. he can feel a ring of your creamy arousal at the base of his fingers, a mixture of your cream and arousal dripping down his palm and seeping onto your thong and leggings.

you sob, hand darting down to touch his over your pants. “yes.”

mat hums happily, “good girl.” he switches his pace, fingers held in tightly with your walls, palm flat against your clit as he begins rubbing your pussy—fast and firmly. your jaw drops at the new realm of pleasure, back arching off his chest as he provides the perfect amount of stimulation.

“fuck,” he curses lowly, entranced on the way your face pulls in pleasure, “you’re soaking my fingers baby. you like making a mess on my hand?”

you nod, too busy trying to chase your lapping breath to form a coherent sentence.

mat grins, “good, ‘cause i’m not stopping until you’re leggings are completely soaked.”

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(unedited)

[doumadono]

hey! I'd like a mango cone with lots of sprinkles and maple syrup!

Characters Bakugo and Dabi (Touya) separately pls

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MY HERO ACADEMIA M.LIST - 3

Bakugo

Bakugo initially approaches you with a gruff demeanor, clearly trying to hide his concern. Bakugo's eyes dart to where you're sitting, trying to hide the wince of pain every time you move. "Oi, you idiot. What the hell were you thinking? Can't even protect yourself properly?"

Despite his harsh words, his hands will be surprisingly gentle as he examines your injuries. "Tsk, what a mess. Just sit still and let me handle it."

He brings over a first aid kit, slamming it down next to you. Bakugo awkwardly fumbles with the bandages. "Oi, who knew you'd be so clumsy on the battlefield." After a moment, he grumbles again, "Hold still, idiot," while wrapping your wound carefully.

You and Bakugo have been friends for years since meeting at UA, but you struggle to recall seeing him act like that ever before because he always kept you at arm's length. But now? Despite trying to maintain a gruff and cold facade, he's surprisingly affectionate towards you.

As he tends to your wounds, he grumbles under his breath about how you always manage to get hurt. "You're such a pain in the ass, dammit. Do you enjoy making me worry?"

When you flinch from the pain, he'll clench his jaw, trying to hide his own frustration after causing you more pain. "Stop moving, dammit! I'm trying to help you here."

He keeps on grumbling about how annoying it is to have to take care of you, but still, he makes sure you have everything you need to feel better.

If you thank him for his help, he'll quickly brush it off, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Hmph. Don't get used to it! I just can't stand seeing you in such a pathetic state."

He pats your head roughly in the end, "Just… don't get hurt again, okay, nerd?"

But when he thinks you're not looking, you'll catch a rare glimpse of concern in his eyes before he quickly looks away, muttering something about you being annoying, again.

Dabi

Dabi's turquoise eyes narrow as he sees you being carried in by Twice, clearly hurt from the battle. "Took you both long enough to get back," he mutters, though his eyes betray his concern.

As Twice gently sets you down, Dabi can't help but hover close, trying to assess your injuries without making it obvious. "You look like shit," he says gruffly, but there's a tenderness to his tone that wasn't there before.

When you glance up at him after he lingers a bit too long checking your injuries, and your eyes meet, he gruffly murmurs, "I'm just making sure you're not completely useless to our cause."

You've never been involved romantically, but when he's tending to your wounds, he becomes incredibly protective. He keeps other League of Villains members at bay, and if he could, he'd shield you with his own body.

A fleeting thought crosses your mind that perhaps, just perhaps, Dabi feels something more than camaraderie towards you…

When you wince from pain as he treats your wounds, he immediately scolds you, "Don't move too much, Y/N."

As he applies a healing salve or wraps your wounds, he avoids eye contact, focusing intently on his task.

If anyone of the League comments on his sudden caring attitude, he snaps, "Shut up, maniac! It's just because she's gonna be troublesome otherwise."

After taking care of you, he mumbles, "Just rest now, Y/N, and better appreciate this. I don't go around playing nursemaid for just anyone."

As he heads away, he casts one last look back at you, a rare gentleness in his eyes before he exits the common room to attend to his own duties.

Rest assured, anyone who dared to harm you in that battle will meet their demise very soon, and Dabi will ensure they suffer for it. It'll be a head for every wound you got.

[stardust-thief]

meet cute

an: this is not very spiderman-esque + it kinda sucks😭 but i have brainworms im thinking of so many ways the bau cld be part of this au

synopsis: your best friend, penelope garcia, gets you to meet spencer reid, who unbeknowest to you is seceretly spiderman, 1.7k words

cw: just fluffy meet cute, a little rossi slander im sorry, mentions of tobias hankel but its pre-lizard, bc tobias hankel is the lizard in this au, not proofread at all

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“Pen, are you sure this is a good idea?” Your best friend, Penelope Garcia, whom you loved with all your heart, was meddling again. She had taken notice of the fact that you are a workaholic and would prefer to spend your days researching for your newest article, than literally anything else. Deciding this was completely against the criteria to be friends with her, she has taken you to meet some of her friends. Namely, Spencer Reid. You didn’t know much about Spencer other than the fact that he was a great photographer and an even greater nerd. Said affectionately, you literally do nothing but work, how nerdier can you be.

“Are you kidding me? This is a perfect idea! Both you and Spencer are basically hermits, my thinking is that two hermits cancel out each other's hermit-ness and you’ll both bloom into beautiful social butterflies! Maybe I’ll finally get to see my best friends outside for once. Or maybe that’s too big an ask.” She grabbed your arm to make sure you couldn’t back out last minute, and all but dragged you into the little cafe you were supposed to meet this elusive Spencer at.

The cafe wasn't one you familiar with, preferring to stick with the one adjoined to the Daily Bugle building. This one had booths lining the walls, and a vast glass counter full of the most delicious pastries you’ve ever seen. The one at the Daily Bugle served only stale bagels, and made you sit in those hellish latticed garden chairs that do no good things for your comfort. 

You watch as Penelope’s hawk eyes scan the cafe, “ok so, he’s not here yet. I promise you he hates being late, just sometimes something will just come up and- he’ll show up! Go get a seat, I’ll order something for us.”

“Ok, I can do that.” You say as you turn to move towards an open booth seat. Penelope was a generally anxious person, this was something you've grown used to after knowing her for so long. But whatever that was back at the counter was a lot more anxious than strictly necessary. True, being late to a first meeting was not a good first impression. Also true that the later he is, the later you will be in getting back to the office, meaning another late night working to finish your article. But it's not the end of the world! Yet!

Penelope interrupted your doom-thinking by placing a tray full of various coffees and pastries on the table. “I got your favourite,” she says as she pushes the warm coffee towards you and sits on the opposite side of the booth, “I wasn’t sure which pastry to get so I got… many.”

“Many is a word I would use, yeah… It’s fine Pen, we can all just take some home. Have you heard anything from your friend?”

She gives her patented dramatic sigh, “Ugh, Boy Wonder says he’s on his way. Wait, forget I called him that. Spencer Reid is on his way, he says he apologises for his tardiness.”

A loud bang catches your attention as a tall man, who looks like he’s ran a marathon to get here, slams the door to the cafe open a little too hard, rattling the wall decor and capturing the attention of literally every person in the shop. You watch as his eyes sheepishly scan the room until they land on Penelope. He gives an equally sheepish wave and hurries to sit down next to Penelope.

“Spencer, what the hell was that?” Penelope mutters, and you watch as they devolve in an argument at the volume of mice. You sit there awkwardly, sipping at your coffee as you wait for them to remember you’re there.

“Ok, Spencer!” Penelope starts, “this is my friend, who has been waiting here very patiently, might I add.”

Spencer’s eyes turn to meet yours, his eyes are a warm and deep brown that reminds you of coffee. You notice the slight bloodshot twinge he has, and the dark, heavy bags that sit under them. He looks like he hasn’t shaved in at least 2 weeks, leaving strong stubble clinging to his lower face.

Out of habit, you raise your hand to shake his and introduce yourself, “Hi Spencer.” It takes a moment for him to realise you have your hand raised, and he rushes to meet it.

“Hi, I’m really so sorry for being late, that was so rude of me, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting.” you hear Penelope give a mocking laugh as if to say ‘you never apologise to me like this'. Ignoring her, you notice that his hands are calloused and rough, littered with small bruises and nicks that leave you questioning how they got there. Noticing this he's quick to retract his hand, “sorry, I work in a lab so I get all kinds of cuts from the machines. Um, what do you do?”

“I work as an investigative journalist for the Daily Bugle.” The Bugle has a bit of a reputation due to its owner, D. Rossi, who is known to be an avid anti-spiderman fanatic and is constantly making up theories to defraud and belittle him. But you’re too proud of your work to let something like that stop you from talking about it. At the mention of the newspaper, however, you watch as Spencer shoulders tense up and he shoots a sidelong glance at Penelope.

“The Daily Bugle! Yeah, I used to send in my photographs for them sometimes.” Spencer breathes out.

“Really? What articles were they published in, I might’ve seen them!”

“No um, Rossi kept rejecting them so I never got them published.”

Oh. Good job. “Yeah, he can be a bit tough sometimes. I’d love to have a look at your work, maybe I can try and get something published along with my articles?” You offered this as a nicety, but you’re also genuinely curious to see what kind of work he’s done.

“That would be really nice actually, I’d appreciate it. What are you working on now?”

“An article on the research Dr Hankel is doing at Oscorp, he’s taking lizard DNA and attempting to splice it with human DNA to modify our genes. He’s hoping it can help humans regenerate lost limbs the same way lizards can. It’s fascinating stuff, but I don’t think it could work.” Especially seeing as Dr Hankel seems to have about 12 screws loose, interviewing him was not one of your preferred research activities. 

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard about that. My boss at the lab says it could be amazing if it works. It just has to work first.” He chuckles and begins picking apart the pastry in front of him. “So, you don’t agree with Rossi’s whole anti-Spiderman tirade?”

You hum, “not really. I mean, I think Spiderman is doing a great thing by helping protect the people of this city, but I also think he has a lot to answer for in terms of damage to properties, and livelihoods. But I definitely don’t think he deserves the scrutiny he gets from Rossi. Without him, what would New York do?”

He visibly relaxes at that, maybe he’s just a Spiderman super fan, there are probably worse things a person could be. You all get wrapped up in conversation and fail to notice the hours passing by until a worker comes up to your table and lets you know it’s nearly closing time. 

“God, we’ve been here all day. I need to get back to work, finish my article before my deadline tomorrow.” You say, rushing to stand up and leave. Spencer rushes to stand up with you.

“You’re working overnight? Surely that can’t be safe.”

“It’ll be much less safe if I don’t hand this in to Rossi before my deadline.” You chuckle, “I’ll be fine, I’ve done the bulk of it, not much more to do now!”

“Let me walk you to your office, it’s getting dark out.” Out the corner of your eye, you see Penelope wiggle her shoulders and wink at you.

“No I can’t ask you to do that, it’s not too long of a walk.” It is such a long walk, you’re just lying. “I’ll get to the office before the moons even out, don’t worry about it. Penelope, thanks for organising this, I had a lot of fun.” She pushes out of the booth set and wraps you in a big hug.

“Oh, I’m so glad you came! It’s good to see you away from your desk for once. Don’t stay up too late, ok, go home and get some rest at an appropriate time. No later than 4am ok?” She holds you by your shoulders and looks deep into your eyes until you agree. “Good, take some of these pastries with you, you’ll need the sugar.”

“Thank you Penelope, I promise I won’t stay too late.” Pastries in hand, you turn to Spencer again. God his eyes were so deep. “It was really nice to meet you Spencer, maybe we can do this again sometime. As a group I mean, all three of us.” Real smooth! The idea of hanging out with Spencer again made you excited, but the last thing you want to do was come on to strong.

His eyes widen slightly and he rocks back and forth on his feet. “Yeah, I would love to do this again, all of us. It was lovely meeting you as well, please stay safe.”

You smile at him and turn to leave, beginning the long walk back to the offices of the Daily Bugle. The many steps in your way do nothing to stop the giddy feeling in you.

Unbeknownst to you, after Spencer walked Penelope home he slipped into a dark alley, pulled on his spider-suit, and started swinging himself across New York until he found you walking to your office. After following you from the rooftops, making sure you were safe, he noticed that you had in fact lied about how long it took you to get back to work. He made a note to ask more firmly if he could walk you back next time, especially when it was getting so late. Once you were back in the Daily Bugle, he waited and waited until you were finished with your work to escort you back home.

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jegulus with trans James headcanons??

Oooo I love trans James too, v underrated headcanon

- if regulus was cis I feel like he’d still be extremely gay and he goes to queer events in his town with Sirius and that’s how he meets James

- he hasn’t had top yet but like the slut he is (affectionate) he walks around with his binder on and some sweats and regulus is just drooling

- testosterone did amazing things for his jawline and back definition too Oof regulus wants to climb him like a tree

- also trans James has the potential for them to be either the same height or taller regulus and hehehehehe I love it, James likes looking up at this hot, mysterious, grumpy nerd and flirting with him

- James tries to act like his sex drive hasn’t gone up because he doesn’t wanna scare regulus off but reg is all for it

- when they first start dating James is always trying to impress him with his clothing and like wants to be super masculine but reg just thinks he’s hot in whatever he wears (the suits are a plus)

- they go to so many drag shows together and bars and clubs and they’re just in their own little queer lovely bubble

- deciding who tops and who bottoms is a bit of a challenge bevause neither of them knows what they’d prefer

- they try both

- James bottoms first and reg is kinda nervous because he’s had one boyfriend and was the bottom but James assures him he’ll do so good and he’s wanted this since they met

- reg is,,,very good with his tongue (james’ voice does get a little higher and it makes reg rock hard)

- they’re both very open about their likes and dislikes, in and out of the bedroom, they’re great communicators

- James is also fiercely protective of regulus because a lot of gay/bisexual men will approach him and he’s like ‘nope he’s mine’ and will just kiss him

- regulus is very helpful when it comes to dysphoria, I feel like James hates his chest but can’t afford surgery rn and regulus is always telling him that he’s handsome no matter what, that he’s HIS man no matter what

- effie and Monty are always nervous when they meet james’ partners because they don’t want their son to be taken advantage of or used so they’re kinda tough on reg at first but they warm up to him almost immediately and realise he’s the most supportive partner James has had

- james’ parents have trans and pride flags outside their house too, they’re the best ally’s

- when James does get surgery regulus is there every step of the way, he stays in the hospital the entire time and when he wakes up he covers his face in kisses and brings him flowers and helps him home, he cleans him and makes sure he’s got enough pain killers, he’s very attentive

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Thinking about amab!reader and Rishen just casually hanging out in reader's apartment but for whatever reason, Rishen needs to bend over to get something only for reader to catch a peek of her thong as she's doing so.

Cue reader not-so-subtly glancing at her and making moves, his touches lingering and just overall trying to get Rishen to take the hint that he finds her really sexy👀

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Why would the world do this to you? Present such a pretty boy with pretty eyes and a pretty ass Then put him so far out of your reach! And even better yet - make him oblivious as hell.

Rishen's red and black checked skirt hikes as he places a plate full of snacks on the coffee table. What a tease to your eyes indeed. They trace down his figure. Fall at his thighs. So bare - open —

And what does he do despite the catch in gaze? He smiles. That's all. Curls his lips at the corners in that pretty, infuriating way as he takes seat beside you on the sofa.

"You doing alright? I'm here now. Sorry for the wait."

What more should you expect? A part of you wonders when he'll pull his head from the clouds. Then again, you find his clueless eyes all the more attractive. Or perhaps he isn't clueless. Perhaps he is coy. Playing around with your poor, yearning self.

Fuck this. "I just. . ." Your hand wanders to her fabric-coated thigh. The skirt crinkles under your fingers. You wish it was around her waist as you pulled her back onto whatever movements you so deemed for the evening.

Focus. You haven't even gotten more than a kiss as of yet.

"Really like this skirt of yours. See you in it so often but it's a charm every time." Fingers flex into his thigh. All the beautiful nerd does is smile at you more. Tilt his head so that curls kiss his shoulder. Those affectionate eyes will be the death of you.

"That so? I've seen your eyes on it." Finally, some kind of acknowledgement. You suck in a breath and then sigh out deeply. Another chuckle etches from your throat and you rub your palm along the plump flesh.

Coy it is then. Rishen knows exactly what he does to you. It's in the way that he doesn't move away. In the way that he gives her thigh a little bounce. The way that he bats those pretty lashes at you.

Oh, it's more than coy.

It's brattish.

Two can play at that game. Your fingers tease the hem and slip beneath. They find his soft thigh once more. This time with your thumb to stroke along the inner. "Then you know what I'm after, huh?" A sly index sneaks into the fabric of his thong. Curls and snaps it back to him. What a pretty shudder he gifts you.

"Was wondering when you'd see it. . ."

Bodies move like clockwork. He turns to face you and braces a hand on your shoulder. Your own dives between his thighs and cups over his clothed dick. Damn that fabric. You slither your fingers through the gap with ease and cup at your prize.

He groans low. Bingo. "All for me baby? Should have showed me earlier." Your lips fall to his on instinct. Your thumb finds familiarity in one of your favourite veins. You massage over the indent and swallow his hushed whines.

His fingers lick at the back of your hair. So you crane your neck down further to kiss him harder. Tongue and teeth meet while your hand continues its work. So effortlessly jerking at his dick hardening in the palm of your hand. You miss this feeling. Miss it as though you don't find yourself in this position every week.

Hands withdraw. You catch the backs of his thighs and suck on his pierced tongue as you shove him back into the sofa. There it is. Your rightful spot between his legs.

Your hand stutters on his cock. Trails up after a few jerky strokes to swirl your thumb on his pierced tip. "Look at it baby. He's already leaking."

All he can do is nod shakily. Spill his moans and toss his head back with small bucks of his hips.

"Please, mi amor." How pretty he whines. "Don't you like my gift? Gimme more."

He bites his lip and so you kiss his tip. Chuckle lowly as you slip the flashy underwear all the way down after they catch on your teeth.

"Hands on my hair baby. Let me be grateful for a moment." You grin up at him. Before your mouth occupies itself with his pleasure.

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The Tornado Wrangler

Kevin had always been fascinated by the sky. Growing up in the heart of Tornado Alley, he spent countless evenings watching the horizon, mesmerized by the towering clouds and the electricity of a brewing storm. So it was no surprise to anyone when he doubled down his efforts in high school to get a full tuition scholarship to study meteorology at the University of Oklahoma.

Despite his meek stature and unassuming presence, Kevin wasn't just your average meteorology nerd; he was also an amateur storm chaser, spending his weekends and evenings tracking storms, hoping to witness the raw power of nature up close and in person. His peers admired his passion for twisters but often worried about his safety. They'd warn him to be careful, and that he could get hurt. Kevin would simply laugh it off, saying he knew what he was doing.

One sweltering May afternoon, just after finals finished up, the atmosphere was ripe for severe weather. A tornado outbreak was forecast, and Kevin could feel the excitement building in his chest. He checked his gear, ensuring his cameras, weather instruments, and emergency supplies were all in place. His beaten-up 2005 Honda Accord, affectionately named Storm Seeker, was gassed up and ready to go.

The sky darkened, and the first storm cells began to form. Kevin monitored the radar, pinpointing the most promising supercell. He drove rapidly with a mix of caution and anticipation, weaving through the countryside, always keeping an eye on the sky and his instruments. The thrill of the chase was a feeling like no other. As he approached the massive, rotating storm, Kevin could see a funnel cloud beginning to dip down from the base. He pulled over to the side of a deserted road, his heart pounding with excitement. He grabbed his camera and stepped out of the car, eager to capture footage of the forming tornado.

The tornado touched down, a swirling monster of wind and debris. Kevin watched in awe, his camera rolling. It was a perfect intercept, the tornado moving steadily away from him. Being out of harm's way, Kevin could take the time to truly admire the magnificence of nature's destructive forces: each tornado was special and distinctive. He couldn't wait to return to his dorm room and upload the photos to his database. He was about to return to his car when he noticed something alarming: the tornado was changing direction, and fast. Within a matter of seconds, the massive twister barreled straight towards him. Kevin's heart skipped a beat as he sprinted back to his car. He barely had time to shut the door before the tornado was upon him. The wind howled, the car shook violently, and the world outside became a chaotic blur of flying debris.

Then, with a terrifying lurch, his car was lifted off the ground and pulled towards the sky. Kevin gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, as he felt the incredible force of the tornado suck him and his car into its heart. He was weightless, tossed around like a child's toy in the vortex. The noise was deafening, a roar that drowned out his own screaming. Suddenly, the car door was ripped off, and the violent wind yanked Kevin from his seat. His lanky body was flung into the air, spinning uncontrollably, the world a chaotic blur around him. He felt the sting of debris cutting into his skin and tearing his clothing, the force of the wind threatening to rip off his scrawny limbs which flailed like a ragdoll. He saw, in the chaos, Storm Seeker crash onto the ground and crumple like a piece of paper.

He struggled to keep conscious, the pain and fear overwhelming him. As he was thrown across a field, the ground rushed up to meet him, Despite his best efforts, Kevin's vision began to darken, his brain struggling to keep up with all of the adrenaline and pain. He landed with a bone-jarring thud, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs. As darkness closed in, the last thing he saw was the towering tornado moving away. Kevin's world went black, and he passed out, surrendering to the storm.

Kevin's consciousness flickered back like a faulty lightbulb. He awoke with a massive headache, his head pounding in rhythm with the distant rumble of thunder. Groaning, he squinted against the harsh sunlight piercing through the dissipating clouds. Blinking rapidly, he tried to piece together what had happened. Slowly, he sat up, rubbing his temples in a futile attempt to ease the pain. He reached over and put on his sunglasses to try and make the sunlight more bearable. As his vision cleared, he looked down at his muscular body. Something seemed different, but he couldn't quite place it.

His massive legs filled out his jeans, his arms bulged inside of his weathered leather jacket, the lines of his abs were visible through his sweat-soaked shirt, and his feet felt cushy and warm inside his boots. Looking to his right, he saw his cowboy hat lying beside him. That must be what was different!

Feeling disoriented yet determined, Kevin reached for the hat. As soon as his manly, calloused hands touched the worn leather, a sense of familiarity washed over him. He placed it on his head, and suddenly, his mind was flooded with memories. Images and sensations poured in, overwhelming him. He remembered filming videos and live streams, engaging with fans, and chasing storms across the Midwest. He saw himself standing in front of towering thunderheads, narrating the events with confidence and charisma. He recalled the thrill of the chase, the roar of the wind, and the exhilaration of driving headfirst into a twister.

Tyler Owens stood up, still unsteady on his feet from being tossed around by the wind, and looked around. His outfitted storm-chasing truck was parked just where he had left it. As he strutted over to his truck, he turned back towards the sky and saw another twister forming in the distance. Pulling out his camera from the cab, he began to set up for his next livestream adventure. He was going to show everyone online why he earned the nickname Tornado Wrangler.

[dollyfetti]

𓂃 ࣪˖♡ ⠀new bot!!

nerd!bakugou - scenario below ^_^ find more of his stuff under the tag "📚 nerd!bkg ♡"

i kinda dont like the start chat i put for this bot but oh well </3

"stop yer whining," your boyfriend rolls his eyes. he's sitting criss crossed on your bed, books and papers scattered everywhere as he clutches a pencil in his hand firmly, scribbling something down in a swift motion. "you're a clever girl."

you exhale, bringing your knees up to your chest. katsuki came over to study with you, claiming, "yer smart as shit but don't know how to apply yourself" and so here he is, surrounded by textbooks and notes, working his way through assignments with you by his side.

you hum softly, letting your head fall onto his lap. his glasses are slightly askew as his sharp eyes soften just the tiniest bit as they meet yours, making your heart flutter. he huffs, readjusting his glasses, the subtle movement making his cheeks turn a shade of pink he tries so hard to hide. "no, get up," he grumbles, his voice rough around the edges, but affectionate nonetheless. he pokes your cheek with the tip of his finger, "no falling asleep." he grunts, forcing down the stupid smile he feels forming onto his lips as you nestle in closer.

bot reqs are open!! my c.ai is @dollyfetti, same as here :3