#that the fact i turned out this way is an absolute shocker

[nexus-nebulae]

it's kinda funny how similar to my grandpa i am considering my birthday was three days after his

[btsvt-bar]

Fuckboy!Wonwoo going for shy!reader since he assumes they’re a virgin, just to find out reader is an absolute freak and rides him until he passes out

wonwoo bias wrecked me so much after the follow again concerts that this just came to life on it’s own. i wrote the freshman experience based off of how it is on my country and i loved writing this, so i hope you enjoy it too! ♡

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fuckboy!wonwoo who’s your game design course sunbaenim. he contradicts all paradigms about nerds, because he’s hot as fuck.

fuckboy!wonwoo who spots you on the first day of classes. he sees you walking past him in your tiny skirt and "I ♡ games" tshirt and finds you adorable.

fuckboy!wonwoo who fights with other veterans to keep you as his freshman. he loses the argument to Nayeon, the course’s students’ president, and sulks for the rest of the day.

fuckboy!wonwoo who hits on you at the bar that night. everyone’s whispering about the two of you.

since Nayeon’s done her job and warned you before hand about Wonwoo’s reputation, you turn him down nicely because you hate the attention. of course, it only spurs him on.

fuckboy!wonwoo who tried to befriend you as a way of getting into your pants (well, he’s a fuckboy after all!).

a couple months after, once he realizes you’re actually really funny and outgoing when you feel comfortable enough, he finds himself enjoying the time you two spend together.

fuckboy!wonwoo who becomes obsessed with you. he convinces himself it’ll fade away once he fucks you. but then he finds himself getting so fucking jealous when he hears you calling Seungcheol your “oppa”. he knows Cheol has a thing for you — your innocent, virgin like persona is driving every male student wild. so he feels his blood boiling when you touch his hyung’s bicep as you smile sweetly and bat your eyelashes.

fuckboy!wonwoo who gets really annoyed when his friends mock him, claiming he lost his charms and won’t get to fuck you like he would do to any other girl.

"it’s up to Coups Hyung to pop her cherry." Jeonghan holds back a laugh as Wonwoo rolls his eyes.

Like hell we will! he thinks.

fuckboy!wonwoo who tries to sleep with someone else to get off and forget about you. but it doesn’t work and he gets more frustrated than before.

fuckboy!wonwoo who offers to help you with your class project and goes to your shared dorm room on a Saturday night. you open the door and he holds his breath when he sees your super princess peach cropped shirt.

"what? it’s my favorite game" you state, with a pout on your lips, when he stares for too long.

"oh, nothing. it’s a good one." he babbles, averting his eyes from your chest. your shirt was probably old, since he could see the outline of your nipples through the white fabric. he swallows nervously, trying to shake the image of your pebbled nipples off of his head.

fuckboy!wonwoo who gets distracted by your short sleeping shorts, since they do the bare minimum to cover you up.

"Nonu, are you listening?" you complain as you shake him. his eyes are out of focus when he meets your gaze. "earth to Nonu! what are you thinking about?"

fuckboy!wonwoo who bites his lower lip and stares at you.

"i’m thinking about you, cutie." he flirts. usually, you would blush and avert your eyes. so it’s a shocker for him when your Bambi eyes transform into a siren gaze.

“what about me?" you whisper, inching closer to his face. "is it about the ways you’d like to fuck me?" that’s all it takes for Wonwoo to take off his glasses and crash his lips into yours.

fuckboy!wonwoo who gets really excited and surprised when he finds out you’re not a virgin. in fact, you’re a total freak in bed. he feels a bit fooled since you got everyone believing you’re a pure angel, but he isn’t about to complain.

not when you’re jumping up and down on his dick with your pretty boobs on full display for him.

fuckboy!wonwoo who fucks up into you with all his might, thinking that he could die happy buried in your heat like that.

you’re riding him so good, your hips grinding against his and your hands clawing at his chest. your lips are red and swollen from kissing, your head’s thrown back in pleasure. you let out quiet ah-ah-ahs that enter Wonwoo’s ears and spin down his body directly to his dick.

fuckboy!wonwoo who nearly blows his load when you ask him to choke you.

his big hand presses on your throat with minimum force, but you demand more pressure and he complies.

fuckboy!wonwoo who circles your clit and sucks your nipples to help you cum. and when you do, he follows shortly after, emptying three months worth of blue balls in the condom and nearly passes out.

fuckboy!wonwoo who cuddles you and realizes he’s been tricked.

"i’m not complaining, but i thought you were a virgin."

you laugh, turning around to face him. "and the resident fuckboy gets played." pride bubbles in your chest. Wonwoo smiles at you, his brown eyes still a bit glazed over from his high.

"i liked being played" he admits with a shy smile.

fuckboy!wonwoo who refuses to go back to his own room. thank goodness your roommate is not coming back for the night.

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[shlonguru]

Lucifer x Fem!Reader - White Party in the Lust Ring

Pairing : Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader (Alastor's sister)

Summary : Being Alastor's little sister can have its perks, but if you're fighting with him it can push you close to certain unexpected people.

Warning : 18+, Smut, oral, creampie, teasing, overstimulation, cunnilingus, daddy issues, daddy kink (shocker), edging, praise kink.

Word count : 5029 words (oml it keeps getting worse)

My hyperfixation on Lucifer is far from over (help) but I have received some requests that all contributed to this smut so I'm sorry that I couldn't reply to one specific request but I would like to thank you all. I hope you all enjoy~ Once again I want to thank @wipmoop for their amazing artwork for the cover! If you wanna check out the uncensored version of the cover, it'll be up on their page soon, they're genuinely awesome, check them out with love ♥ Shlonguru out! o/

~ At the Hazbin Hotel ~

Life was hard being Alastor’s little sister. He might have been very good at protecting you but he made sure your freedom was limited in return. In fact, you weren’t even sure if he protected you because he cared about you or because he was territorial. And he was hard to bargain with. You were living with him amongst others at the Hazbin Hotel and were more than bored during your days until you were offered a job working as Lucifer’s assistant. The only reason Alastor didn’t make a fuss about you working there, despite him absolutely hating Lucifer’s guts, was because Lucifer was powerful enough to make sure you were safe at all times.

This morning, you had just been in a fight. Some of your friends had invited you to a fun night out and Alastor had noticed you packing more than usual on your way to Lucifer’s. He had noticed as he walked by your room.

“Aren’t you packing a little heavy today?” He inquired.

You rolled your eyes already knowing what was coming.

“Yeah, my friends are going out in the Lust Ring tonight, so I packed another outfit and other stuff so I can change before I join them.” You replied.

“The Lust Ring? I don’t think so, dear. Do you want to end up like Angel Dust, with an Overlord owning your soul?” He calmly replied.

“Yeah, you’re right! Which is why I have the perfect solution for that, how about I don’t sell my soul to anyone? That should do it I think.” You stated snarkily, zipping up your bag.

“I’ve already explained to you that it isn’t that simple and that you have more value to the eyes of most people in hell than you seem to realize.” He countered, slightly losing his cool.

“Listen, I’m a fully grown adult, I know how to take care of myself.” You calmly tried to explain.

“You might be a grown adult, but you are not nearly as strong as you would need to be to take care of yourself.” He raised an eyebrow, knowing he had made a good point.

“Huh… So, what do you want me to do exactly? Rot here for the rest of eternity? No, I’m going out.” You started making your way out of the hotel when he snapped his fingers, making your bag teleport next to him.

You angrily walked back and grabbed it again.

“Stop that, will you? I said I’m going out!” You walked away only for him to snap his fingers again, repeating the same process.

You turned around red of anger. “You’re gonna make me late to work!” You shouted.

“You’re lucky I let you work for this minikin at all.” He replied defiantly.

“Fuck you!” You yelled, flipping him the finger and leaving, slamming the hotel’s door behind you and choosing to abandon your bag.

~ At Lucifer’s Tower ~

You got along with your boss really well, you both were very cheerful beings and your personalities just clicked, he had offered you the job of assistant because he was “having a hard time handling all of his important business”. You knew by now that he was actually just working on his ducks so much that he was never able to handle the rest of his business on time. He had also offered you the job when he saw how bored you were at the hotel, that and your common trait of fighting with Alastor almost every time you were in the same room. You enjoyed working for him and he was very grateful to have you.

You arrived at Lucifer’s tower a little late, but it wasn’t unusual for you. Lucifer was busy designing a new duck in his office when he heard you arrive and came to greet you.

“Hello y/n!” How are we doing in this fine morning?” He smiled, always happy to see you.

“Hello Sir, I’m ok.” You replied in an irritated tone, the difference with your usual cheerful self, alarming Lucifer.

“What’s up? You seem like, super down.” He questioned.

“Yeah, I got into a fight with Al.” You replied coldly, removing your coat and hanging it.

“Oh, that bastard, it’s like he can’t start his day if he hasn’t ruined someone else’s.” He rolled his eyes at the mention of Alastor.

“Right? That asshole...” You let out.

“What did he do this time?” He crossed his arms, resting his shoulder against the wall near you.

“My friends are going out tonight in the Lust Ring and they invited me, but he won’t let me go cause he’s afraid I’m gonna end up in danger. Fuck, I can’t do anything. Hell is literally filled with bad people, I can’t just stay locked up forever.” You whined.

“Wait, you frequent the Lust Ring?” He asked curiously. You looked at him and noticed a hint of red on his face.

“I would like to! But he won’t let me!” You moaned. “Why? Is that surprising?” You added.

“No…” He looked away, clearly embarrassed. “I guess I had never seen you under that light before.” He smiled. “But you are a bad bitch, so it’s not too surprising.” He finished.

Lucifer paused, looking away, kind of hesitant.

“What if I accompanied you? That way, he couldn’t say he’s afraid you’d end up in danger, you’d be with the strongest being of Hell~” He offered in a self-assured tone.   

“Really? You’d do that?” Your eyes sparkled at the offer.

“Sure! it’s been a while since I came by and said hi to Ozzie anyways.” He chuckled.

You paused for a second and remembered you had left without your bag.

“I left all of my clothes and stuff at the hotel though.” You sighed.

“I’ll get someone to go get your stuff for you, how does that sound?” He smiled.

“You’re the best!” You cheered excitedly hugging him. He smiled and hugged you back.

“Is there a theme to this party?” He asked.

“It’s a white party.” You smiled.

“Not very surprising of the Lust Ring if you ask me.” He stated.

You nodded and proceeded with your day, your mood back its usual merry self.

By the end of the day, you had gotten your bag back and had gotten ready at Lucifer’s place.

He was waiting in his living room for you to finish getting ready in the guest room. The blonde demon was wearing an all-white suit made perfectly for him.

He saw you come out of the room and looked like he had stopped breathing.

You were wearing a white dress that was perfectly balanced between cute and sexy, the contrast with your crimson mane was sumptuous. You had done your make-up for the party, a black smokey, making your usually ethereal ruby eyes look fierce.

“You like it?” You smiled, showing off your outfit.

“Oh damn…” He wiped his forehead, looking warm as he ventilated himself with his hand as he stood up. “You’re hot!” He blurted, catching himself and putting his hand over his mouth. “I mean, not that you usually aren’t, trust me I love your work outfits, you look very preppy it’s great, but you look, I mean, sexy!” He looked embarrassed at how surprised he was.

“Thank you?” You questioned. “Indeed, I wouldn’t wear that to work.” You chuckled. “It wouldn’t be very convenient don’t you think?” You teased, walking up to him. You were close in height, but you still won by a few inches.

“Right! Oh lord land me strength…” He muttered to himself.

“What was that?” You asked.

“Nothing! Let’s go!” He handed you his arm and you left together for the party.

~ At the White Party ~

You arrived at the party, it was huge, everything was screaming lust, and the whole venue was gorgeous. As you walked in, Lucifer spotted Asmodeus, with whom he had fun reconnecting with Asmodeus and even introduced the two of you.

“And this is y/n!” He introduced you after chatting for a while.

“Oh, is this your girl?” Ozzie asked boldly.

You unintentionally blushed and smiled to hide it.

“No…” He replied much more flushed than you. “She’s my assistant.” He added.

“You mean your assistant in bed, right? Cause you two got that chemistry if you know what I mean, it’s like, hard not to notice.” Ozzie continued, noticing how awkward you had both become, making him smirk.

“Stop it Ozzie! I told you it’s not like that.” Added Lucifer seriously before turning to you awkwardly. “Sorry about that y/n.”

“Yeah okay, Luci, then welcome to the Lust Ring to you and your totally-just-platonic-friend then.” He smiled mischievously before leading you to your VIP zone with your group of friends.

You and your friends enjoyed the party, and so did Lucifer. You danced with him, drank with him, in fact, you were all feeling tipsy and at this point acted much more casual with him than you thought possible, though he still made sure you didn’t go overboard. In fact, he had had way more than you but looked completely unaffected, however. You had noticed you two were getting closer and closer as the night went on. You enjoyed grinding against him and he enjoyed it just as much, as well as showing off his own dance moves. And after a few hours, you both sat down at your booth.

“Wow Luci! Thank you so much for tonight you sure know how to party!” You thanked him.

“Thanks! It’s been a while, but it seems like you don’t forget good habits.” He smiled.

“I can’t believe my dickhead of a brother would keep me from experiencing all of this.”

“I mean he sure is a dickhead, don’t get me wrong, but I think it’s fair that he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.” He replied calmly.

“Well, I guess it depends on what you consider a bad thing?” You smiled teasingly at him.

“What do you mean?” He asked tilting his head slightly.

“Let’s just say I’m sure there are things he wouldn’t want happening to me that I wouldn’t consider bad in the slightest.” You looked at Lucifer intently getting a little closer.

“Oh yeah?” He said a smile forming in the corner of his mouth. “Such as what?” He leaned towards you slightly raising an eyebrow.

You took your opportunity and leaned in, pressing your lips against his, surprising him slightly but he immediately reciprocated, running his fingers through your hair. He pulled you slightly closer to him and you rested your hands against his chest. After a moment he started kissing you deeper, getting greedier by the seconds. He placed a hand on your cheek, and you felt his tongue slide in your mouth and your whole body became warm from the inside. You shared this deep kiss for what felt like hours but had probably been minutes before you slowly pulled away, your half-lidded eyes looking at Lucifer with nothing but lust.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, or I won’t be able to restrain myself.” He said looking back at you, gently holding your chin up, looking as lustful as you did.

You laid your hand on his thigh, squeezing it softly and earning a groan from him.

“Are you sure that’s what you want y/n?” He asked one last time. “Our relationship might never be the same.”

You looked him dead in the eyes. “Fuck our old relationship.” You smiled.

He smiled back. “Alright, then.”

And with that he deployed his six wings and took off, surprising you and holding you princess style. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and looked at him, you could tell from the serious and determined look on his face that he meant business.

You started kissing and sucking on his neck, making him shudder lightly.

“Hold on y/n, I’m going as fast as I can, but if you distract me, it’s only going to take longer.” He pleaded.

“I’m just trying to keep myself busy…” You whispered, licking his earlobe, making his flight pattern weaker.

“Okay, enjoy yourself, I’ll make sure to not restrain myself later…” He added, still looking ahead.

“I would hate it if you did.” You countered, reaching down, and placing your hand on his crotch. His pants were as tight as they could get and what was underneath was throbbing. He immediately stopped mid-flight, making you yelp in surprise.

“Now you’ve done it y/n.” He changed positions, wrapping your legs around him, pressing his crotch against yours and moving his hands to your ass. He proceeded to kiss you deeply, moaning softly as he felt your soft lips against his. You melted into the kiss, feeling how wet your own crotch had gotten already. He pulled out after a moment and looked deep into your eyes, you could see the desire burning in his eyes, though he managed to keep himself more composed than you.

“As much as I’d love to display such an amazing show to all of Hell, it is not really my style.” He smiled. “So, you’re going to be a good girl and behave so I can get us where we need to be.” He looked at you seriously.

You nodded.

“Good.” He smiled, before going ahead and moving you back to princess style as he continued forward.

~ Back at Lucifer's Tower ~

It was hard, but you had managed to keep your hands to yourself for the remaining 2 minutes of the flight.

Lucifer landed through his huge panoramic windows that were left open into his bedroom at the top of his tower.

You had never been into his personal bedroom, mostly just his office, but it was beautiful. The red theme was very elegant, and his Caesar size bed looked incredibly comfortable. You walked inside amazed at how luxurious everything looked.

“Y/n?” You heard from behind you.

You turned around only to be faced with Lucifer’s glowing figure, lit from behind by the moonlight. He had a plotting look on his face, a devilish smile perfectly formed on his confident face. He was calmly walking towards you, rolling up his sleeves.

“I hope you had fun with your little mid-flight teasing…” He fake-chuckled then sighed. “…because it’s time to take responsibility.” The smile was still there but his expression was much more serious.

You didn’t move, you just waited for him to walk up to you. When he reached you, he grabbed your face with both hands, kissing you softly at first. You kissed him back, but the kiss quickly turned into a much more heated one. You kept kissing as you stepped towards his bed, you removed his jacket from him, and he unzipped your dress as he approached the bed.

Your dress fell to the ground, exposing your white laced lingerie. As soon as your dress hit the ground you had found yourself with your legs wrapped around his hips once more, his hands holding you up effortlessly as you made out. You reached the bed, and he laid you on it. He took a good look at your figure, your expression, your curves, your hair.

“Stunning.” He whispered.

“You’re not bad yourself.” You smiled.

“Thanks!” He exclaimed, removing his shirt and exposing his fit figure. You stared just long enough for him to start smirking at you. “Are you okay?”

“Nope.” You answered truthfully.

He giggled.

“You’re funny, now get ready.”

You hadn’t had time to realize what he meant when you felt your thighs get lifted and spread with enough force to surprise you. You didn’t have time to vocally question what was happening that you felt your panties being pushed to the side and Lucifer give a slow lick to all of your womanhood, making you moan louder than you were comfortable with. You rapidly pressed your hands on your mouth. As soon as you had done so you heard him.

“Nuh huh~” He hummed.

“What?” You questioned looking down at Lucifer buried between your thighs, though not doing anything to you anymore.

“Remove those hands and let me hear it.” He looked playful and serious.

You slowly removed your hands, and he immediately went back to his business, licking you thoroughly, you could tell not only did he know what he was doing but he was also greatly enjoying himself while doing so. It was like he could feel your pleasure, giving him the ability to always adjust perfectly. You felt his tongue enter you and go deeper than you thought possible. Your moans were getting louder, he knew what spots were the most sensitive, and he teased them, building your pleasure. He loved the control he had over how you were feeling, he ate you out as tenderly and as roughly as you needed to turn you into a moaning mess, grabbing at the sheets. Every time he felt you get closer, he started teasing another spot, building your frustration alongside your pleasure. It drove you insane and soon enough you found yourself pleading with him to let you come.

“Luci please!” You implored.

“Yes, what is it love?” He asked innocently, playing coy.

“Come on please, stop teasing me.” You pleaded.

“I wanna hear you say it.” He smiled, enjoying the situation to the fullest. “What do you want me to do?” He added.

“Luci please let me come!” You begged; any ounce of pride you had having left your body at this point.

Lucifer got visibly aroused at those words, his eyes turning red for an instant as he went back at it, passionately eating you out and making you come the next moment, unleashing all your pent-up pleasure as your back arched into the leg-shaking orgasm. You moaned his name loudly as you melted into the mattress. You could feel him smile as he finished enjoying you.

You were catching your breath and recovering as Lucifer started kissing up your body, your stomach, chest then neck. That’s when you heard him speak softly.

“That’s for teasing me.” He looked into your eyes before landing a soft kiss on your lips.

You were too astounded to talk back.

At this point his crotch was pressing against yours and he looked more excited than ever.

“Good start now let’s get a little more serious.” He grinned before flipping the both of you making you straddle him as he laid back. You realized at this moment just how much he had planned for you tonight.

“Hmm…we won’t need that.” He snapped his finger making any remnants of clothes either of you wore vanish, exposing your breasts to him for the first time. His eyes devoured you as you felt a false sense of control back. You rested your hands on his chest, pressing your breasts together.

“Is everything okay?” You asked with a teasing tone.

“Nope.” He replied, realizing what you were doing. You grabbed his hand and pressed it against your breast.

“Want some of that, Daddy?” You sneered.

He squeezed your breast in a way that sent jolt in all your body, letting a moan escape your mouth, you face immediately flushing.

“Oh, what was that?” He smirked then proceeded to fondle your breasts again, making you feel weak as you moaned.

“I don’t understand how you do this!” You whined.

“Do what?” He said as he did it again, sending jolts up your body.

“You’re not using dirty tricks on me, are you?” You asked skeptically.

He looked at you and laughed audibly, before composing himself and propping himself up with one hand, placing his mouth next to your ear.

“No y/n, I’m just that good.” He declared confidently. Your face went crimson as you felt embarrassed and tried to hold your moans in as he continued teasing your now rock-hard nipple.

“I mean, besides the fact that I’m pretty confident in my own skill, that must surely mean that we are particularly compatible, don’t you think?” He asked nonchalantly.

You nodded, trying your best not to get lost in the pleasure this tease was inflicting upon you.

Your eyes widened lightly as you realized that your clothes having now been removed from the equation, your private parts were now directly in contact, you used that to your advantage and softly grinded against his shaft, earning a loud moan from him, surprising the both of you.

“I guess you’re right.” You smiled from the corner of your mouth.

He grinned lightly blushing before grabbing your waist and flipping you around as if you were a feather. You were still on top of him but you had now found yourself in a 69, your crotch inches from his face and his throbbing member right in front of you. You didn’t need to look at him to know he was proud of it.

You didn’t want to give him time to take control, so you grabbed the base of his shaft and took his tip in your mouth. You heard him groan as you swirled your tongue around it before giving his cock a hungry lick from the bottom up.

“Easy there, we have all night.” He cheerfully declared, panting softly.

You ignored him and kept enjoying yourself, savoring him like a lollipop.

“I see how it’s- gonna be.” He exclaimed; you could feel him struggling to fake his composure.

In one movement he pulled you even closer to his face and spread your pussy before passionately starting to eat you out again. You quickly felt weak, you pulled his cock out of your mouth, letting a long moan escape as a trail of saliva still linked your mouth to his head.

“Take it easy, I wouldn’t want you to choke~” He taunted.

“Don’t worry about me, this is nothing.” You replied with conviction.

You proceeded to lower your mouth on his cock all the way to the base, his whole member tickling more than the entrance of your throat.

“Oh god-“You had taken him by surprise, forcing an intense moan out of him, as he gripped the sheets tightly, pausing his own activity.

“Oh dear, you might wanna slow down a little.” He gasped.

You had him and you knew it, you moved in swift motions, your tongue wrapped around his shaft, hitting all the way down each time as you felt his body contract and his dick pulsate more and more.

“Holy shit y/n wait, I’m gonna- “He moaned as you felt his cum explode your mouth. This surprised you as you had been so focused on getting back at him, but you swallowed everything. Enjoying every bit of it, sucking him dry, or so you thought.

You finished swallowing and peeked at him, his head laying on the mattress as he caught his breath. He noticed you and grinned through his panting. “Nice play Y/n, impressive even, I hope you had fun.”

“I very much did, thank you.” You replied cheekily.

“Cause now it’s my turn.” He announced. You immediately felt two fingers enter your hole. He voluntarily pressed hard against your G-spot, the sensation so intense you screamed in pleasure. He grabbed your thigh tightly with one hand and fingered you relentlessly with the other. The pleasure overwhelming as you helplessly melted into it.

“Luci…please-“ You attempted but were cut.

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He continued. You grabbed his thigh tightly as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge.

“Come on go ahead, come for me.” He groaned, his calm and sarcastic demeanor replaced progressively by a heated passion. You tried your best to resist but it was pointless. You turned around, catching a glimpse of him, and were caught off guard, witnessing his horns out and his eyes red while he looked like he was intensely enjoying himself. He pulled out his fingers and proceeded to eat you with all his might, his tongue hitting your spot just right to make you climax against his mouth as he savored all of it.

He finished enjoying himself while you recuperated from it all. When you peeked at him again, he had gone back to his usual self.

“Do you often get all red and…horny, I guess?” You asked.

He flipped you around, pressing you against his chest, face to face.

“What was that? Oh, you mean my horns and stuff? Only when I get heated. Do you not like it? Cause I can try to tone it down.” He asked, a worried look on his face.

“No, I like that I get you heated…” You looked away, a light blush appearing on your cheeks.

He smiled softly. He cupped your face then kissed you tenderly.

“You do have that effect on me.”

You felt his member back to its throbbing state. You kissed him deeply yet delicately before looking at him seductively.

“Luci, time for the main course don’t you think?” You rubbed your soaked entrance against his hard member. “I’m at my limit.” You begged.

Having witnessed his previous reactions, you weren’t surprised when you felt his member grow even bigger after you had pronounced those words.

“Good because I’m also reaching my limit.” He answered.

You felt his tip press against your entrance and slide all the way in as you both melted into each other, a deep sigh of relief escaping your mouths.

“Holy-…you feel so good.” He groaned. He sat up, setting you both in a lotus position before resting his hands on your hips and starting to thrust. The pleasure felt so visceral you both moved cautiously as if trying to not come too fast, but without noticing, you both picked up the pace, panting and moaning filling the air. Your hands were gripping his shoulders tightly as you rocked your hips. One of his hands had migrated to your ass, squeezing your cheek tightly and the other was fondling your breast. You cupped his face and kissed him deeply, playing with his tongue as you felt his member twitch inside of you. You ran your fingers through his hair while kissing him and noticed him moan more as you did so.

Soon, the position wasn’t allowing him to move as freely as he desired and he was now standing on his knees, holding both of your ass cheeks tightly as he pounded into you. You were panting heavily as you felt it coming once again.

“Coming already?” He teased, his own panting giving away how he also felt.

You nodded no, not very convincingly. He took that as a challenge and precisely hit your G-spot repeatedly until you came, whimpering and your grip weakening.

“Good thing you’re not coming dear.” He kissed your neck, slightly sucking on it leaving a hickey.

This position had become too much for you, so he laid you flat on your stomach.

“You’re hanging there Y/n?” He asked eagerly.

“Of course!” You replied enthusiastically, it felt like your stamina was bottomless for all this pleasure.

“Good.” He replied. You felt him enter you again hungrily from behind, his body hovering over yours as he held both of your wrists, pinning them down onto the bed. Each thrust forcing a louder moan out of you. It was like the more he fucked you, the easier it became for him to make you come. His moans had also become deeper as he kept thrusting, your own increasing tightness making it harder for him. He moved his hands to your hips and dug his nails into you, allowing him a better control as he thrusted even deeper than before. You held the sheets tightly as you tried your best to match his movements, both feeding off each other’s building pleasure.

“Y/n.” You heard from behind.

You tried turning around to tell him you felt yourself getting closer when you felt his lips roughly take yours. He could’ve sent you over the edge with that kiss alone, but he also thrusted deeper than he ever had at the same time, you could only lean into the kiss as you felt the two of you come simultaneously.

As soon as the wave had finished washing over you, you collapsed on the bed, and he collapsed on top of you. He quickly caught himself though, rolling next to you and pulling you into his arms. You both relaxed for a moment, holding each other.

“Oh, my lord, that was amazing!” You heard him speak first. You turned to him, and he was smiling at you.

“It really was.” You calmly replied.

“I told you I was confident in my skill.” He smiled turning from tender to confident as he traced his finger over your body.

“I guess it was alright.” You declared.

The silence following made you look up, only to be met with a devastated look on his face.

“I’m joking!” You added, feeling bad about your joke.

“Ah! I knew that!” He fake-laughed awkwardly trying to look confident. You laughed at how cute he looked.

You pecked his lips.

You cuddled for a while before you heard a buzzing sound.

“My phone! It must still be in my dress.” You reached your dress, covering yourself with the sheet of the bed, grabbing your phone then heading back to the bed.

You checked your phone and noticed 20 missed calls.

“Huh, fuck him.” You both exclaimed at the same time before staring at each other in surprise and bursting out laughing.

You heard another buzz and was expecting it from your phone, but no new notifications had appeared.

Lucifer grabbed his phone and started laughing nervously.

“What is it?” You inquired.

“That’s, hmm…” He showed you a message that read:

From 'Ozzie 🍆💦' : I saw you took off early with your totally-just-platonic-friend. How’s the banging? 😏🍑

You stared at it for a second then you both exchanged a look and blinked, before bursting out laughing this time even harder.

~ The End ~

[lightlycareless]

Okay but im so curious

how would the zenin household react to seeing naoya become affectionate/simp for y/n?????? the thought of it already makes me kick my feet in the air

I will start with the fact that everything Naoya does with you is like a huge shocker to the whole clan.

From him finding a partner that willingly wants to be with him, to demonstrating affection to said partner… yeah, no one believed Naoya could actually care for anyone else but him, at least in a way that doesn’t denote making fun of them or something.

But he does, and when you came along, it brought out that side many wished he would’ve kept hidden.

I never envisioned Naoya to be very fond of PDA, at least not with people he knows, because he gets somewhat embarrassed (lol). Even holding hands with his wife when his relatives are nearby is like a big no-no. He feels like he needs to uphold this untouchable image of heir before them, demand their fear respect and so on.

However, as years go by, he’ll eventually just stop caring, especially if the two get married. He just… doesn’t give a f*ck lol.

And the thing he’ll do though at this point, oh, they’re going to be far from sweet. Let’s say that Naoya is a huge pervert when it comes to you lol. I don’t have any other way to put it, he’s just obsessed with you.

Naoya is the kind of person to slap your butt when passing/approaching you. He doesn’t care if you’re in the company of your staff, or if his uncle/cousins are there, or anyone really—he just had to do it, couldn’t hold himself, and you absolutely hate him for it because it makes you go through embarrassing moments!! Having to apologize in his name in order to do some damage control, people looking at the two and immediately looking away because they can’t remove that mental image!!! Oh boy.

You’ve talked to him about it and agreed to at least… keep it to a minimum, be more discreet if possible. Of course, that only applies in public places. In the bedroom… that’s a completely different story 😏

And let’s not forget he’s known to be a loudmouth, so the things he’ll tell you are not short of indecent either. This is probably the thing you dislike the most out of his affection. The other you could tolerate, act like no one saw anything (even play the fool if someone alleged they saw something) but THIS???? Nah, it’s just too much—and childish too.

“I don’t think it’ll fit, Naoya” you say, probably about something mundane like a new couch you got for the house.

“Really? But I saw how well you fit me yesterday.” And the way your face turns red is almost comical, more so when the mover was right there, listening to everything, Naoya just had to laugh.

“Shut up!!”

“What? I was referring to the conversation about the couch we had last night, pervert.” lies. The sneaky bastard will act like you’re the indecorous one out of the two for having understood his words like that!! As if you hadn’t known him for years now!

It’s safe to say that it’s really hard to have important meetings when the two are present, so his family would often try to get you or Naoya alone.

But… it wasn’t all that bad, because even when Naoya can be mildly infuriating, he’s also capable of being sweet.

That is something that mostly happens when in private, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the world, more so when he’s spent a long time away from you.

Naoya will reach out for you first thing upon arriving back to the estate, gently cup your cheeks and pepper your face with kisses, telling you how much he missed you and your pretty face.

He’d wrap his arms around you, rest his face on the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as he relishes the fact that he’s finally back to your embrace.

Another thing I think he’ll enjoy doing (you as well) is when he rests his head on your lap, telling you of his day as you thread your fingers along his hair.

Bottom line, Naoya is overly shameless confident when in the eyes of others, but vulnerable with you :>

As for the reactions of the Zen’in clan….

Ogi, Naobito, and Jinichi would stare at him in complete silence/shock as Naoya goes on with his supposed displays of affection. I think that out of the three, Ogi would be the one more comfortable when showing his distaste for it, scowling whenever seeing you and Naoya together, quickly leaving the room as soon as he gets the faintest idea Naoya is to do his usual nasty shenanigans. The rest wouldn’t really care that much, asides from a “Really? Naoya? Ooookay” (and they know better not to interfere at this point 🤪 he's crazy protective of you)

Ranta would remain speechless, face completely red as he catches Naoya’s innuendos. He definitely feels a whole lot of empathy (pity) for you. But when his friend isn’t being nasty, he’s happy that he’s found someone to be vulnerable/happy with 😊.

Junko, Mai and Maki’s mother, is just the same as Ogi, only that she’ll openly tell both of you to “stop it”, and to “hold some decorum” for that’s no way the future leader of the clan should behave. Naoya just laughs it off, you apologize to her in private. At the end she knows it’s futile to even hope to change him—the two were young, after all, (IMAGINE IF HE WENT ON LIKE THAT EVEN WHEN OLDER? Hahahahah, Oh poor Junko) and contrary to her marriage, this was one made out of love so… good for them, she guesses.

Naoya’s brothers would be the ones to openly, even more than Ogi, show their disgust whenever catching his PDA. Naohiko would be the one to exclaim “EWWWWWWWWWWWW” as loud as possible when he sees them, maybe do some puking noises too? haha

Naofumi would initially not understand what the hell Naoya is going on about and why you’re so embarrassed all the time, but when he does get it, oof, he’ll disappear as soon as it begins.

And Naoaki… well he’d just try to avoid the two as most as possible in general lol. He never liked seeing people making out anyways... (uh who does???)

At the end, Naoya’s behavior would worsen become more and more obvious, especially when the two have their first kids 😊 He just loves you too much, he needs you to know that—that the others have issues with it he doesn’t care 🥺 all that matters to him his you and his new family.

ajgfakghagk Thank you so much for sending in this ask!! I hope it was to your liking ❤️

[burst-of-iridescent]

Aang was indeed a bad father. It's way past time we stopped making excuses for him.

An all too common defense for Aang is the fact that he's a monk and is not well-versed in how parenting looks. Yeah! No shit! But do you know who is well-versed? Katara! They talk as if Aang is a single parent like Toph but he is not. Katara's been on Aang's side since the day they met, always stood up for him, always complimented him.

Is this really the thanks she gets? Are they really that disinterested in explaining Katara's side of the story? As if her not getting a statue wasn't insulting enough.

Another major flaw in this defense is that Aang is not just a monk. He's the avatar. This means, part of mastering all elements also means embodying all of the ideologies based on said elements. That includes elements/ideologies completely opposite of his own. His daughter's crack about Aang "cutting and running when things get tough" shows that he's learned absolutely nothing.

We never truly see him master all the elements, he just gets them and, more or less, calls it a day. I'm even beginning to doubt that he's truly mastered his default airbending and he just got his tattoos prematurely because the monks were impressed with his scooter invention.

Zuko got the privilege of understanding the ideologies of other nations, allowing him to grow, and unlearn any toxic masculinity lessons through them, and would blow a gasket if he ever saw a kid get mistreated by a parent in any way. Is it really any wonder why Zuko is the more popular character and the most requested choice for Katara, in comparison to Aang?

using the "but he was a monk!" argument to excuse aang's bad parenting is fucking baffling to me. even leaving aside that aang did have a father figure (or are we collectively ignoring monk gyatso?), i don't think you need to witness fatherhood in action to understand that showing preferential treatment to one of your children is a messed up thing to do. that seems like the kind of thing that should be common sense, especially when you're best friends with the guy who's walking proof of what happens when you play favourites with your kids.

truthfully, i also don't fully agree with katara being able to compensate for aang's supposed lack of knowledge. while i do believe katara was a good mother, and i don't think it was her responsibility to teach her own husband how to be a good parent, i have my doubts about how much, if ever, katara called aang out on his behaviour towards bumi and kya. if their relationship in atla was any indication, i suspect katara very much turned a blind eye (or at most tried to gently suggest that aang pay more attention to bumi and kya) to aang's flaws in this area, as she (unfortunately) does in most others. that's one of the reasons i was never able to get onboard with kat.aang, because katara is the only one of the gaang who is never able to meaningfully challenge aang, even when he desperately needs it. (the only time i recall her trying to push him to do something he doesn't want is in sozin's comet when the fate of the literal world depended upon it. not a good omen, methinks.)

the katara we knew in atla might not have idly sat by while aang favored his airbending child over the others, but the seeds for who she turns out to be in lok are already planted. it's not a stretch to see how katara's blind faith in aang, and her unwillingness to confront his flaws, could have easily led her down the path to the woman who would fail to stop her husband from neglecting two of their children.

it's no surprise that aang in lok is repeating all the same mistakes he did in atla, because his character arc came to a screeching halt at the start of book 3 and was never picked back up again. how are we meant to believe that aang ever became the avatar (yknow, the embodiment of all four nations in one) when he was still, at the very end of the show, prioritizing the values of one nation over the others?

truly the shocker of the century that people might prefer katara to be with a character who had a believable arc with well-written development and a satisfying conclusion, instead of the narrative equivalent of a brick wall.

[bite-sized-devil]

I was listening to Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend and my head was thinking human au demon bros stealing mc from they’re boyfriend. Like the bros just ruining all they’re dates and seducing mc

Omg this is so funny! I love where your head is at anon. Ok so I'm so sorry this took me a while, I originally wrote heaps more for each but then decided to shorten them and release the longer versions later! You've tickled me with this idea 😂☺️

WARNING +18 MDNI. Not all are NSFW but still you know minors fuck off. 🫵🖕✌️

Date 1: You're waiting for your uber, it's late. It finally shows but not in the car you thought you ordered. Shocker it's Mammon. He's stealing you away to a date night you hadn't planned. Guess what, your boyfriend isn't invited.

Date 2: What's better then a cute date with your bf in the park! Barely anyone else in sight besides a big beefy orange haired dude jogging far off in the distance. Aww your boyfriend wants you to pose for a picture, ok time to look cute. Oh no, that jogger is no longer so distant. In fact he's so close he's picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder and then sprinting away. All your boyfriend is left with is the pretty flower he picked for you and the ringing in his ears from you screaming Beel's name.

Date 3: It's getting hot and heavy with your boyfriend after a perfect date. You're making out and stripping each other's clothing, teeth clashing, arms flailing. Your boyfriend gets a work call he has to take, leaving you pouting. Left in your room waiting for him. Unbeknownst to you Belphie has entered your room, he wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your neck. You purr at his touch, thrilled your boyfriends work call didn't take to long. He doesn't let you turn around, which you find odd but it's kind of hot so you go along with it. You find your self pinned to the bed, panties ripped off, and moaning as he slides he cock back and forwards through your soaked folds. Try explaining this to your boyfriend when he walks in and finds Belphie balls deep inside your pussy fucking you from behind, moaning a name that isn't his.

Date 4: A date at the movies with your beau, cuddling up next to one another and eating popcorn and drinking soft drink. How could that go wrong? It's strange that you and your boyfriend are the only ones here. Even weird is the fact that when someone does eventually come they sit directly beside you. Odd? Why would he select a ticketed seat right next to someone when the entire theatre is free. It finally clicks when you hear his all to familiar voice. He's gesturing wildly at the screen, saying how the it's exactly like the first movie only the landscape has changed. You'd be more annoyed if you didn't actually agree with him. He's even stealing your popcorn and drinking your drink. It is a bit cute the way he blushes and flusters when your hands touch on the arm rest between you. He jerks away and covers his face with both hands. To your boyfriends absolute shock he sees you pry the purple haired annoyance's hands away from his face and reassure him it's fine if you two hold hands.

Date 5: A romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant, your boyfriend really went all out. He's even wearing a suit and tie, clearly he wants to get lucky to tonight. You've been sitting an chatting for a while and looking at the menu. Your partner orders you both some wine, before you dine (I'd apologise for that but I shan't). It arrives, a different waiter from before, this one tall and auspiciously blonde. Oops it's to late, he's already spilt wine all down your boyfriends white shirt. No, he's not apologising. He's sitting down next to you and telling your date to run home and get changed, he shouldn't be seen looking like a slob with such a beautiful date.

Date 6: You meet your boyfriend at a club for dancing. What's hotter then grinding up on each other while slightly intoxicated, and heavy makeout sessions on the slightly less lighted side of the room. Excusing yourself to get another drink you come back to where you left him. He's no longer their, that's odd? You scan the dancefloor, your mouth falling open when you find him. Well isn't that the hottest thing you've ever seen. Asmo the sneaky fuck has pulled your boyfriend into a trance. They are both pressed tightly against each other, Asmo's tongue is jammed so far down your boyfriend's throat you're worried it's stuck there. You move closer to them, your body moving of its own accord. Not wanting to be a bystander any longer you join them, sandwiched between both of them. This night is turning out way different to what you had planned.

Date 7: You just straight up ghost your boyfriend. You didn't mean too! You swear! But, Lucifer called you... And well you've never been very good at saying no to him. Actually, he's not very good with hearing a no from you. You didn't want to displease him, but then the time go away from you. Before you know it it was way to late to call your boyfriend. And to be honest you were a little bit preoccupied with your little phone call with the eldest brother. Somehow you ended up in your bed naked and touching yourself but only when he told you too, stopping if he asked for it too. So no actually you probably won't be calling your boyfriend after this. You are 100% sure Lucifer wouldn't allow it.

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[abbyromanoff]

Hi love <3 how are you?

Can I request gp Nat x pregnant R where they are both so horny for each other all the time. Like, nat having a huge breeding kink and loving to see her wife pregnant and r getting turned on any time she sees nat (because of the hormones) and nat absolutely loving to please r so they end up fucking all the time. They live in the compound with the others, tho, so the rest of the team hasn't had a peaceful night of sleep in so long and they're all so grumpy while r is always the most cheerful and peaceful person in the world because she gets pleased so well by nat (whose needs are certainly satisfied but who's still so physically tired from all the sex)

Horny

Pairings: g!p Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: You and Nat have been insatiable for one another ever since your pregnancy, everyone hates it.

Word count: 1696

Warnings: smut, mentions of blowjobs, unprotected sex, p in v sex, Nat has a dick, reader is pregnant, slight voureyism

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

When you awoke out of your peaceful slumber you were immediately greeted with the sight of your beloved wife. Her hair was slightly messy and her hand rested upon your stomach still, something she liked to do as she stated it would help build a better bond with the baby. Light snores came out of her kissable mouth and you leaned in to cuddle up against her, the same position you two fell asleep in that night.

When you felt something poking you, you looked down only to see her morning wood strained against her boxers, you wondered if she was dreaming about you. An idea popped into your head as you slowly lowered yourself near her crotch, leaving light kisses on the way. The two of you were fine with taking the other in their sleep, in fact you guys often surprised the other with it, this was one of those times.

When you pulled down her undergarments you were met with her length leaking pre-cum, you could’ve moaned at the sight. Using your tongue you licked up from her base to the tip, wrapping your mouth around the head. When you heard a groan it only encouraged you to go down further, taking her down halfway. It wasn’t exactly easy to suck her off considering that she was about seven inches and pretty girthy, but you still managed. You were obsessed with her cock, you always wanted it in you. Whether it was in your mouth, pussy, ass, on your tits, really anywhere you adored. Due to your hormones you were unbelievably horny, of course you were obviously often horny before your pregnancy but it’s outrageous at this point. There wasn’t a single day that went by when you guys weren’t fucking. The team was sick of it, they haven’t had good sleep since then. Sometimes they’d even walk in on you two in the kitchen or the living room, it wasn’t even shocking at this point. Even though you’d feel bad for them, you couldn’t help your addiction to your wife’s cock. The thought of it alone made you wet.

She muttered your name in her sleep before finally opening her eyes, looking only to find you under the covers. She relaxed as she let the pleasure overtake her.

“Good morning guys, how are you?” Your pitchy self wasn’t a shocker to them, most people who are pregnant are moody but having Nat to always fulfill your needs made it impossible for you to be upset.

“Horrible thanks to you two, again.” The last words were whispered under his breath, but you could still hear it. You frowned until Nat walked up behind you, surprising you with a large hug that lifted you off the floor. Resting her head on your shoulder she rubbed your belly and kissed up your neck to your ear, whispering something that made you blush. The others groaned once again, they were sick of seeing you two being all lovey dovey, especially since it made most of them realize how single they were.

“Do you have to do that in front of us? It’s bad enough we have to hear it every night, and morning, and usually afternoon.” Nat laughed before grabbing the coffee you made for her, giving a peck to your lips before responding.

“You know what Bucky, how about you go find someone to love for once. It’s not like any of you have what we have anyways, jealous motherfuckers.” Her last two words were muttered into her black coffee but you could still hear it. The man scoffed before heading to the gym as Nat wrapped your arms around her neck and put hers on your hips. She danced slowly with you even with no music, neither of you cared that the others could see you clearly.

“Love you so much baby and baby junior.” “And I love you too, mommy.” She bit her lip at the title and you laughed at her actions. The others rolled their eyes while some even fake gagged, Nat flipped them off as you two were leaving.

“So I was thinking, what if I went to work out with you today?” You asked once you two got back to your shared room, Nat in the walk in closet picking out her clothing.

“I thought I told you after the first trimester you weren’t allowed to lift anything heavy or do any working out, you’re in your third trimester babe.” “I don’t mean to actually lift or do anything like that but I want to watch you. You know how much I love seeing your sexy body all sweaty and hot.” The woman walked up to you and grabbed your chin, leaning in to give you a kiss that slowly escalated. She pushed you onto the bed lightly and rested her hands next to your head.

“How about we go to the gym after I fuck you?” You giggled at her words before undid your pants, rubbing your stomach before going down on you.

“Look who finally showed up.” Steve said when noticing you and Nat walk into the gym, a half an hour late.

“Sorry we had a bit of a…detour.” You hid your face in embarrassment and Steve grimaced not wanting to picture what you both were doing.

“Let’s just get this over with.” Nat gave you a kiss goodbye and you sat watching her, getting even more turned on seeing her muscles flexing.

By the time she finished Steve was on the ground as Nat was holding him down, he finally tapped out. When she graciously walked over to you she grabbed your face and leaned in to kiss you, obviously knowing the effect she had over you the whole time.

“Come join me in the showers.” She whispered against your lips and grabbed your arms, rushing to the locker room to turn on the water. She pushed you against the wall, being careful not to hurt you or the baby. You arched into her as her lips went down your chest, ripping your shirt in half to suck on your hard nipples. When the water was warm enough she brought you in the curtain covered square, stripping the both of you quickly. She bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood and moaned at the taste, kinky bitch. You felt her cock prodding at your hole, she didn’t even have to put it in for you to feel her throbbing pink tip wanting your warmth.

“Can I just slip inside you baby? I want to feel you clenching around me.” You nodded quickly, you’re surprised your head didn’t fall off. She smiled and slammed herself inside, your earlier events making it easy to slide in. You threw your head back as the water dripped down the two of you, if anyone were to see you guys they’d question if they’re in a porno.

She started with a brutal pace knowing you could take it, you loved it when she was rough with you. After you found out about the baby she quickly started being soft with you, it took four months before she could actually start fucking you normally again.

She focused on giving you pleasure, using one hand to rub your clit and using her mouth on your tits. You were a moaning mess, pushing her face more into your chest. She sucked your hardened nipples as you grasped her biceps in your hands.

“Oh baby, you feel so good. I wish I could just be inside you forever.” Everything became too much, her cock pounding into you mercisly, her hand stimulating your swollen clit, her mouth on your sensitive nipples, you couldn’t hold back anymore and came all over her, coating her throbbing cock with your release.

“Such a good girl you are, cumming all over me. I’m gonna fill you up real good and watch as my cum just trickles down your thigh.” The moment she finished speaking her load shot inside of you, her body stilling for a moment as her mouth is left wide open in a silent moan. She rested her head on your shoulder, clearly becoming exhausted.

When she slowly started to pull out she kneeled on the shower floor and kissed from your inner thighs to your heat. She licked the juices that had trailed down your thigh and moved all the way up to your wet folds. You quickly realized what she was going to do and threw your head back, feeling her lick a long stripe up your cunt. She moaned into you as she could taste your juices combined with her own. Moving from your tight hole she sucked on your clit, holding down your legs as they shook.

“Natty! ‘M sensitive.” You whimpered out, already feeling that heat in your lower stomach.

“It’s okay baby, you can take it, I know you can.” She attached herself back to your clit as you let go, coating her tongue with your cum. You yelled out her name as she licked you up. Trying to push her head away she refused, not wanting to waste a drop of you. Although, she finally gave in and let you have a break, turning off the water she rushed you both back into clothes before anyone could see you. You both heard footsteps coming towards you and turned to see Wanda blocking her eyes quickly.

“Oh! Oh my god! Put some fucking clothes on! Were you guys seriously having sex in the showers again?” You both ran out before giving a response, heading up to your room and laying on the bed the moment you entered. After a few minutes of giggles being shared you turned hearing slight snores.

“Nat? Are you awake?” When you didn’t receive a response you grabbed her a blanket, wrapping her up before giving a kiss to her forehead. She was probably tired from all the ‘activities’ today, you didn’t blame her, you were just as tired. You cuddled up to the redhead and felt her arm instinctively wrap around your stomach, something she always did to protect you and the baby.

[milkiematcha]

college student!jeno x reader

the first time you met him, it was a shocker he’d managed to make it to college at all. the ruffled hair tucked under a light blue hood, eyes drooping in obvious exhaustion despite the class being just before lunch. and on the second day, too.

his absolute absence from any memories of last sunday’s class would suggest that he didnt even bother to be present for the first day. but whatever. it’s not like this class was a great opportunity despite it’s screwy scheduling. it’s not like the professor had come out of retirement just to teach this class. whatever.

this isnt even your business.

glancing back up at the professor was enough to show you that you had already missed half the class, content wise. and your notebook was shockingly bare, the thin lines only decorated with the name of the unit in neat black pen rather than the usually lines and lines of detailed notes.

shit.

not a great way to start the semester. not a start at all, judging by the fact that the writing of the title was smudged and just the slightest bit crooked- the h in human tilted to the left in a way that sent the whole word out of line. the mounting urge to yank the whole sheet out replaced with a flash of shock as the blue hooded boy snaps his fingers in front of you.

“class is over.” his voice has a slight rasp, like he’s just at the tail end of a bad sore throat and didn’t bother to drink enough tea. “you’ve been staring at that paper like it owes you money.”

“it does.” 

the deadpan response leaves your lips without your permission, a silent moment hanging in the air before the boy’s eyebrow quirks upwards, a slightly amused expression pulling at his face.

it’s nice.

he doesn’t look half as useless like this. his cheekbones are strong, and his eyes crinkle just a bit when his lips move into a half smile. and his hood has slipped back a bit, his hair slipping over his forehead. he’s pretty, the dark strands of his hair adding to the look, same with the heavy dark lashes framing his eyes. he moves back, stretching out, the bottom of his hoodie pulling up to reveal that he probably works out.

scratch that, he probably skipped the first class to work out.

“well, you can take that paper to court then. see if the case pans out.” he quips back, finally standing. he’s rather tall, or maybe you were just used to him being half laid out on the desk.

“i already set up the court date. it won’t get away with this.”

you feel the urge to shake your fist at the paper, like a supervillain scorned by defeat, but you resist, not wanting to come off as stranger than you already did. after all, glaring at a piece of lined paper after class ends is not the best way to seem like a well-adjusted adult.

he picks up his bag, which is sagging with the weight of whatever’s inside, the material so stretched it looks like it’s going to collapse. sleeping in class with a bag full of... books? unlikely, since he slept through class, but it’s the only thing that could make even an inkling of sense.

he’s walking backwards now, his bag now slung over one of his shoulders, the smile still on his lips. “i’ll be there. gotta make sure my seatmate wins their case.”

you open your mouth to respond, but he’s already turned around and disappeared behind the door without another sound.

who the hell was that?

[a-confused-spoon]

⚠️ WARNING: HEAVY DOSE OF SARCASM! DON'T TAKE ANY OF THIS TOO SERIOUSLY! ⚠️

...I- okay, so-

Let me get this straight:

You make a show about cycles of violence and establish it as the main cause of suffering

You establish the main villains as victims of the different levels of said cycle (Claudia - interpersonal / Viren - historical / Aaravos - cosmical)

You also give each and one of them a sob story as to why they are in the place they're in, one that the audience is very obviously supposed to empathize with

You ALSO also make the cosmic council child murderers as well as apathetic assholes and basically imply they are the cause of everything

...and we're supposed to root for said council to stay intact and face no consequences? There's no one above them, so unless they punish themselves there'd be no repercussions on them for what they did and eventually caused

It's been a while since my post about Viren in s6 and I recognize that most of it was typed as an immediate reaction to it, as in I could verbalize it better or whatnot. Yet I still stan with what I ultimately said, and while Viren is gone I'd like to reiterate that he was deemed unredeemable by the very creators and (to add a very important something) the fact that everything he does from s2 ep9 'till the end of s3 mostly stems from Aaravos's manipulation doesn't matter- cause yeah, after the pentarchy thing he would've been done if Aaravos didn't persuade him into going forward.

Taking this into account, plus the fact that they confirmed someone else might die, how am I supposed to think there's going to be a satisfying and rewarding ending to this series?

It'll go in 1 of 3 ways:

OPTION 1: Miraculous Ladybug style

Ezran talks it out with the Star Council (don't pay attention to the fact that Viren did far less demage and Ezran still gave him the "you don't deserve any [mercy]" treatment) because that's how he solves everything and everybody is supposed to take his "but love!" speeches seriously because hey that's the moral of the story so he's right! (don't pay attention to the fact that literally everytime he does this he never actually tries to get the person he's talking to to reason, he's just "but don't you want peace and love too?🥺" as if the show didn't try to make a whole deal about the weight of history's influence, it's just either you're a naturally loving person or fuck you) and they end up agreeing for some forsaken reason called 'convenience' and not only they change their ways but they also grant some big miracle like repearing Katolis's Castle, Harrow being freed from the bird (even though I remember vividly they said that was the plan at first and then changed it because it was unfair to Callum and Ezran's grief, but this was before the saga was greenlit) and/or the lava river being replaced with a garden or something.

OPTION 2: if you're manipulated you're still compliant therefore every villain is unredeemable

Aaravos gets killed by the Nova Blade and Claudia either kills herself because something happens to Terry or she gets killed in the process, maybe by Soren- not because it makes any sense obviously, but they already had him kill Viren that one time and we had no kind of repercussions of it (PTSD, conversations about it etc.) so they might as well pull another shocker that results in absolutely nothing narrative-wise, and since the brother-sister relationship that was oh so important in the first act now counts less than the baby glowtoads surely they wouldn't have a problem giving them more angst (aka the only thing the magefam is allowed to get out of each other apparently).

OPTION 3: the best case scenario still doesn't solve the problem

Claudia gets redeemed, Aaravos doesn't. Turns out Aaravos lied or only shared a fraction of the truth but Claudia will not find out about it (only the main heroes will) and the reason for her flipping won't even be about her character finally finding guidance in herself instead of always relying on what other people may or may not suggest- it'll be EXACTLY that by Soren or Terry (hence no actual character development, just a change of circumstances) or alternatively she does it to save one of them (hence no actual character development because literally everything this girl ever did was already out of love); the Star Council that still killed an innocent autistic child stays intact and we all just pretend it's fine because it's what the heroes wanted.

(...these are exaggerations of course, I am joking... but I wouldn't be too surprised, y'know?)

I hope book 7 proves me wrong. Truthfully.

[w0rmdahl]

extracurriculars — CH

gif ©: w0rmdahl, theseulgis

film: chappie (2015)

synopsis: in anticipation of tech developer deon wilson’s ‘scout’ production, weapons corporation tetravaal hires a new graphic artist to head the designs, unwittingly bringing together the two forces that will lead to the company’s downfall.

word count: 1.4k

featuring: deon wilson, (oc) malia bryant

warnings: innuendos?

a/n: working thru writers block i think bc i hit a lot of ruts during this piece can you tell 😫 how do we feel about her idk

it wasn't a shocker (or shouldn't be, at the very least) to say that deon — prior to meeting lia — was a complete and utter virgin nerd. growing up a computer geek didn't exactly put him in with the popular crowd during his school years so growing into an even bigger loser didn't help much, either. and while tetravaal was somewhat a dream of his, work or tech typically came before socialization, meaning interaction with anyone other than his 40-something-year-old coworkers was scarce. so, when a new coworker joined the company in addition to the upcoming 'scouts' being produced by the genius dork, guess what deon did?

absolutely nothing, of course. not when his new coworker turned out to be a girl around his age with tiny bangs, not when she moved into the desk directly behind him, not even when she made eye contact with him on her way to their CEO. instead, deon simply stared as she offered a friendly, coworker-ly smile in passing that faded soon upon his lack of response. he'd return home that first day with a grimace etched into his cheeks before going straight to bed in hopes of waking up to find it had all been some hazy, sleep-deprivation-induced hallucination.

of course, it wasn't; she was already working dutifully at her desk by the time deon sat at his own with a coffee containing enough espresso shots to kill a non-programmer. he'd spent the entire first hour of work subconsciously preparing for the next time she'd make eye contact with him, deciding whether to act cool or kind or charming, all the while fixing any loose ends on his scout program whose deadline was looming closer now that she'd arrived. and then the time came for him to present his charms, their eyes meeting as she passed by his cubicle, and deon found himself utterly frozen under the piercing pupils of tetravaal's newest addition.

for a brief moment that seemed like an eternity to the wide-eyed tech designer, her brows furrowed — less like she was angry and more like she was studying a specimen — before exhibiting a tight-lipped smile that seemed like a restrained laugh to eagle-eyed deon. he was left nearly gasping for breath by the time she turned away to let him marinate in the cringe of his own actions.

how they'd manage to grow past this initial stage — he had no idea — but what he did know was; being paired on a project together was their boss's best proposition yet.

it took them a few days to really, truly converse despite working collaboratively on scout blueprints but, coincidentally, both parties would finally warm up to one another quite well by the time the final drafts were ready for ms. bradley's eyes. so much so, in fact, that after only a few weeks of swapping life stories and 'working overtime' to secretly chat for just a little bit longer, the two would begin dating. they had to be quiet about it as employee-on-employee action was strictly prohibited at tetravaal (some security bullshit, as deon says,) so while fellow coworkers saw them as nothing more than business partners in the robocop department, their carefully constructed facade always came to a close every time they clocked out.

the pairs' extracurricular activities after work started out solely at her apartment due to deon's complete and utter aversion to his (first) girlfriend witnessing the crime that was his living space — especially after seeing hers. on its own, deon's 'typically-barren-other-than-garbage-too-high-for-his-bots-to-reach' apartment was cold and dull but serviceable as a place to call home. compared to her apartment, however? barely met HOA standards.

so he always went to her place instead, always welcomed with open arms into her cozy little loft filled to the brim with decorations despite the fact that she'd only been there for a few months by that point. and as they always did, lia and deon would sit on her blue corduroy couch with cheap wine in hand to 'watch a movie,' paying it entirely no mind in favor of learning about the other flushed face on the cushion.

deon had learned quite quickly that, in stark contrast to his lifetime of being a loser computer nerd, malia (lia when they weren't at work) bryant was and had always been the pretty art girl. originally from the states, lia attended the top university in south africa on a scholarship for graphic design and had recently graduated with a multitude of cords on her shoulders, as seen in the silly photo on the mantle with all of her collegiate friends.

he inferred from the numerous paintbrush-style awards on the bookshelves just how many successful art projects she'd claimed previously and, upon inquiring about this passion leading her to a weapons corporation, found that lia honestly had no care in the world for robots or tech at all! what she cared about was digital art and illustrations and 3d models; tetravaal was simply a job that offered the slightest bit of creativity for a fresh graduate with a degree in an under-paying and under-hiring profession. that was how she came to work as the rendering artist for scout prototypes — and soon all prototypes.

only after learning enough about lia's life to name her long-lost childhood best friend did deon finally invite her over to his place, making sure to clean and fluff every tiny detail of his apartment, programming his bots to greet her once she entered the doorway and saw the anxious developer white-knuckling a bundle of flowers still soiled from the dirt he'd plucked them. malia responded graciously (as per usual) and sat on his bland couch all night with wandering eyes and grimy carnations in her hands, asking a horde of her own questions before eventually prodding him on to infodump about the bulky computer system in the corner of the room.

with a shaky breath and sweaty palms, an apprehensive smile flashing on his face, deon would share (for the first time) about his recent secret project — about the real artificial intelligence program he was working on — and in turn offer malia the first real piece of himself with substance. he'd started out slowly — generalizing this and that to make it short and sweet for the 'likely disinterested' artist — but he found that the more he rattled on, the more space she created for him to talk, nodding along and asking clarifying questions. it appeared (at least to him) that her intrigue with the subject grew the longer he went on, her fond smile growing as he continued rambling about bandwidth. needless to say, neither party got much sleep that night and lia in particular had to go to work the next morning with terabytes of computer jargon in her brain, but the pros from this long night heavily outweighed the cons.

at least on the surface.

the couple's after-work routine adjusted to better maximize their time spent together, enjoying various records at lia's place while pushing work to the back of their minds or sitting in the others' comfortable company while finishing up some personal projects at his place. the awaited launch of his scouts, which had been designed completely by lia, would be commemorated with a fancy dinner outing that ended in a sweaty tangled mess of limbs under the pastel comforter of her mattress. coworkers continued to be oblivious, malia had been promoted to head graphic designer, deon was well-respected by others and close to cracking the code for his AI project; things were going great!

so, when malia caught him sprinting past her office in the warehouse with dark circles and bloodshot eyes, she had an inkling as to what was up. "hey!"

still running, deon whipped his head back to look at her, stopping cartoonishly in his tracks to turn back around. "hey!" he panted, pressing a hand to the doorway as he caught his breath, "could you do me a huge favor?"

"of course."

deon pushed up his glasses slipping down his nose, "there was a scout scheduled for demolition yesterday — twenty-two — can you have the guys hold it for me?"

"yeah — yeah, course, i'll let them know." malia's lips curl into a hopeful smile "did you...?" she trailed off once his own grin appeared, already backtracking to fervently run somewhere else.

"i'll be right back, love. don't go anywhere!"

[babacontainsmultitudes]

OH MY GOD btw idk if you saw my tags in my second rb of that post but im SO SORRY that it looked like i was telling you to "chill" for a second i would never say that, that's so dismissive 😭😭😭

tumblr hates me and hates when i talk in the tags of my mutuals' posts apparently

i thought ur post was very good & i was TRYING to express agreement and talk about my thoughts in the tags. so sorry if it seemed like i was trying to shut u down at first. godspeed o7

[In reference to this post]

LMAO Clay I shit you not I was in the middle of writing an ask to *you* saying, first of all, no worries at all about the fucky tumblr tags haha this is the hellsite and I read that tag as sarcasm anyways so dw dw lol I know you're not like that haha 🫂.

And second of all, that I was nodding very emphatically reading your tags yeah I'm also quite conflicted- increasingly so frankly, and I can relate to your description of being *so* sad from it that it kind of falls flat? As for like, whether I find it satisfying from a narrative standpoint or not, *honestly* as more time passes the more I can feel my own opinions going from positive to... Mixed? I agree that the Swifts deserved more time, period (absolutely) and that there was so much left unexplored... And that it would have felt more satisfying if we got more with them...

Hm. With the interaction as it was, I honestly think I would have liked it much more if it happened like, midway through the season? Giving Nicky enough time to step up and really prove himself to Taylor? Though of course we return then to the issue of that family not having enough time in general!

Conversely... I think I could have been happier with Taylor's decision happening at the end here and simultaneously been *less* uh absolutely heartbroken if it had been delivered differently like, tonally? I suppose I feel like... Combining all of their previous interactions prior over the course of the season, the complications surrounding Nicky's abandoment to begin with (listen could my man have sent a letter now and again abso-fucking-lutely but bro also had all his friends turn against him and was tortured by the FBI who he didn't want hurting his family like it's not so black and white at all), and maybe most of all the fact that Nicky genuinely *was* trying to be there for Taylor post-reuiniting in Hell... Combining all those things, it's not that I think Taylor is wrong to decide still that his dad wasn't there for him before so he doesn't want him now, as sad as that is I think it's still very understandable and certainly *interesting*, but the *cruelty* in how he delivered that blow is what came as a bit of a shocker to me and just doesn't feel good to me with. Well with all those other things I mentioned. Again, that's if we're keeping this interaction at the very end here, having Taylor chew out his dad the way he did way earlier could have been great.

IS. Is where I'm currently at with that I think? Yeah lol. Like there's more thoughts for sure but I would surely go on several tangents haha.

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 18

Masterlist

Series masterlist

Part 17 🍂 Part 19

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, p-in-v sex, (accidental) period sex, mentions of blood (combined with period sex? shocker...), praise kink situations and dirty talking Sy (mild), and some general awkwardness and unreasonable hormonal yelling.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: @keanureevesisbae there you go, babygirl, more of your fave. I still owe up until 20... Strange...

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @diegos-butt @beck07990 @peaches1958 @pandaxnienke

The floors you couldn’t have cared less about, but this bathroom. It was everything you had hoped it would be and included a shower that was a lot less cramped when you tried to fit twice the conventional amount of people in it. Patrick and Sy had worked really hard to get it done before the end of the week, and had somehow succeeded, which was great. You had ended up giving Sy the go-ahead to go nuts on his ideas - provided he’d fix it if you hated it, which he had promised you with a cocky grin on his face – which meant you now had a very dark bathroom that felt a little too luxurious to have in your own house. Now, every time you set foot in the room, you smiled – usually. Today was not one of those days.

“Sy!” The tears that were in your eyes were apparently also in your voice, because Sy’s worried face appeared in the doorway.

“Yeah?”

“Did you take the last Aleve?” Fuck!  How could you be out of painkillers right now?

“I didn’t,” Sy replied. That could have been a lie, but it also easily could have been the truth. Either way, he was the only living, breathing thing to take your frustration out on, and you were going to. Because you were in pain, bleeding, and hormonal. So, there.

“Are you sure?” Yeah, that didn’t sound friendly. You were definitely snapping at him. He didn’t deserve that. “Sorry.”

“Y’alright, Sugar?” He wrapped his arms around you – which was nice. You laid your head against his chest, trying to fight back the tears that were forming in your eyes. For the first time, it really dawned on you that you had moved in with Sy before your relationship had even reached the ‘peeing with the door open’-phase, and that that could be a problem. You wanted to tell him that your stomach felt as if someone was trying to cut his way through your guts with a butterknife, but suddenly he was just the brand-new boyfriend you didn’t feel needed to know about your period-related problems - or the fact that it was approaching at all.

“I’m fine, Sy,” you eventually said, “it’s just a headache.” You pushed against his chest so he would let you go and made your way over to your bed. Sy was right behind you, climbing in beside you and immediately pulling you against him, sneaking a hand underneath your pajamas. You could tell he found it odd you were wearing anything to bed, to begin with – and it probably was. When Sy’s hand found its usual place, securely holding your boob in place – not that it was going anywhere – you winced. It wasn’t pain, necessarily, although your boobs were definitely extra sensitive right now, but rather the extremely inconvenient side effect that you were… ‘super fucking horny’ would just about cover it.

“Sy, fuck off!” Again, you were well aware of the fact that this man had done absolutely nothing to deserve being snapped at like this.

“Y’know, Sugar,” he said, his voice grim, “the worst part of all this is that I think I might have a pretty decent idea of what’s goin’ on. But you’ll have my head if I dare to even suggest it.” He was probably right about that. Why was it so hard to talk about this?

“Sweetheart, I know you know what I’m tryin’ to say,” he said as he sighed, “will you just let me ask without killin’ me?” Now it was your turn to sigh, before reluctantly agreeing to what he was asking.

“Are you on your period, Sugar?” You winced when he said it – God knows why – and nodded, before realizing that was hardly an answer.

“No,” you said, “but my stomach and head are killing me, which means the festivities will start in two days.” You knew yourself; you were facing two days of this hell, then four days of extra-hell, and after that there was a slight chance you might function again. Sy moved his hand from your chest to your stomach, lingering and drawing patterns with his fingers until you grabbed his hand and moved it to the place where it hurt the most. He pulled you closer. The pressure of his hand felt so good it made you sigh with relief, especially when he started to rub the area of your stomach his hand was on. Soft moans crept over your lips as you finally forgot about the pain for a minute, but after a while you made him stop.

“Not good?” His voice was soft in your ear, his breath hot on your neck – that didn’t fucking help.

“So good,” you whined. When he heard your answer, Sy resumed his massage, and it felt so good that you didn’t want to stop him. After a while, you were squirming in his arms, grinding your ass into him. He chuckled softly.

“What do you want?” His tone was provocative, his question unnecessary, and you knew he was still going to make you answer.

“You,” you answered, plain and simple. There wasn’t much more to be said.

“I’m not in the mood for teasing, babe,” you said as Sy softly kissed your neck. To be perfectly honest, you were in the mood for letting Sy fuck you into the mattress so hard you couldn’t walk in the morning – but you didn’t dare to ask him for that. Nevertheless, you were horny, wet, and ready, and you needed this man inside of you now. Sy, in the spirit of the true gentleman that wouldn’t dream of denying a lady her wish, had you naked in a matter of seconds. His hand moved away from your stomach and settled in between your legs, where his fingers drew tight circles around your clit. He pulled you closer against him as he worked you closer and closer towards your climax. You felt his hard cock against your ass as he did. Eventually, the feeling of his teeth grazing you neck – exactly in that spot he knew drove you absolutely wild – was your undoing. He chuckled when you fell apart in his arms.

“Good girl,” he said softly as he gently guided you back down from your peak. Suddenly, you felt the head of his cock slide along your wet slit, and you threw your hips back, begging for him to finally thrust into you. A loud moan escaped you when he finally did, your walls clenching down hard on his cock as he moved inside of you.

“Wait,” you gasped when the second thrust hit you wrong. It took a few tries to find the perfect angle, but once you did, it was fantastic. Every time Sy pushed into you, he brushed past the right spot, and you tried your best to match his movements. Soon, you were not quite screaming his name, but moaning it very loudly nonetheless, as your own hand found its way between your legs and you worked your way towards your second orgasm, aided by the steady rhythm of Sy slamming into you.

“You gonna come for me, Sugar?” Sy growled in your ear. The words made you gasp – you were still not entirely used to the way he talked to you, but you were getting there… You answered him with a breathy ‘yeah’, which he replied to with another dark chuckle. “C’mon then, I want you to come all over my cock.” His words were enough to pull you over the edge.

“Fuck, Sugar,” he grunted as your clenching walls asked too much of his self-control, “you’re too fucking tight.” After both of you had taken a moment to catch your breath, Sy got out of bed to head out to the bathroom. You took a little while longer to move, because your cramps had the audacity to return.

“Alright, darlin’, now don’t freak out,” Sy said. He was apparently somehow unaware that that was probably the one sentence you didn’t use when you didn’t want someone to freak out, “but I think you may have started your period early.” Oh God, no! Nope, you were definitely freaking out. Or mortified. Was there really a difference? And if so, did it really matter which of the two you were right now? Of course it didn’t fucking matter! Fact of the matter was that you had just casually been bleeding all over your boyfriend’s dick, and that was… Well ‘awful’ may have just been the understatement of the century. You covered your head with the blankets in a hopeless attempt to hide from reality.

“Sugar, it don’t look like no crime scene, we’ll take care of it in the mornin’,” he said almost sternly, “right now we’re gonna take a shower, and then we’re just gonna go to sleep.” When Sy left for the bathroom, you stayed in bed until you heard the water turn on, and then you performed your own little inspection of the sheets. You had to admit he was right; it didn’t look like the scene of a double homicide – hell, you had more than once gotten more blood on a bath towel after shaving your legs – but you couldn’t shake the embarrassment you felt. That meant it was absolutely impossible to head into the bathroom; there was no way you could look Sy in the eye after this. Apparently, he had other plans, because he called for you twice, and then the door opened. If you’d ever get used to the sight of Sy in nothing but a towel – why did it have to hang so low on his hips? – you had no idea, but right now, you just froze. It was convenient for him; he just walked over to you and threw you over his shoulder like it was nothing.

“Put me down, please,” you groaned. This was even more embarrassing than the whole previous episode, and that was saying something. He did put you down; in the shower, and he didn’t seem intent on letting you go.

“Thank you,” you murmured, “and I’m sorry.”

“Sugar, you realize I seriously don’t give a damn, right?” No, as a matter of fact you hadn’t considered that option. Of course you could have deduced this from the laid back and practical way with which he’d reacted to this circus, but that was far too easy, right? Your answer must have been clear from the way you looked at him, because he continued, with a wicked grin on his face. “Honestly, if you were throwin’ any less of a fit about this, I’d suggest we go again.” You smacked him on the shoulder. “Sy!” Once again, he managed to make you laugh when you really didn’t think you were ever going to again. “Maybe next month.”

[firewalkzwit]

peace of mind // miguel o'hara x reader (3)

Masterlist

AO3 parallel

summary: In the eve of 2050, Spider-Woman is New York’s vigilante trying to maintain order in a revolting society, soon to collapse. The only reason to keep going is the hope for change, as the darkest hour is just before the dawn, but an unexpected turn of events will result in more than just New York to watch over.

(Contains some elements and references I gathered off other pieces of media to inspire the universe and, vaguely, the character.)

word count: 1.5k

Chapter 3

Describing the Spider-Society was no easy task, but if she had to pick a word to do so, it would definitely be ostentatious. Her mind wandered on mundane affairs, avoiding even attempting to grasp consciously the fact that the ridiculously small gizmo on her wrist was responsible for her newfound ability to travel through dimensions, and that she was walking through an immense skyscraper inverted downwards with an inexplicable management of gravity where around her roamed thousands of people like her, Spider-People. She saved the talking for whenever her mind would stop overwhelming her with questions. In only fourty nine years would her dimension reach such outstanding development? Even if it did, it was extremely unlikely that she would ever take part in a project so ambicious such as handling a strike force of such opulence. While she'd rather not blurt it out in front of Miguel, she found the whole thing a tad pretentious. Still, this didn't mean she wasn't dazzled and even excited to be there, surrounded by those like her. Miguel lead the way in a fast pace, as she tried to keep up while trying to catch a detailed glimpse of everything around. While her AI could not operate across dimensions like Miguel's, her suit was still equiped to store a good amount of video before delivering it back to base where her hardrive was, and she made sure to exploit this resource. The view of Miguel's back towering over her as she was led to headquarters evoked in her a strange vertigo. Miguel was an absolute unit, standing at the incredible height of six foot nine, impressive and somewhat intimidating even for a man in her dimension, where most males stood at an average of six foot three. She was no exceptionally tall woman either, standing at the average of five foot nine. She divised women and men significatively shorter than her, which came as a shocker sometimes as it was not often that she towered over men, but the change in years throughout dimensions evidenced clearly that the earlier in time a Spider-Person came from, the shorter they seemed to be. The voices of those who spoke echoed through the glassy white walls of the overwhelmingly spacious lobby, sound filtering through the immense narrow lanes that crossed between eachother and towards different parts of the building, not limited by gravity or terms like ceiling or ground, everything was the same for those who could crawl on walls and attach to surfaces through spiderwebs. Her fists clenched as she felt a wave of goosebumps crawl up her body, beginning to cross an area filled of what Miguel briefly described as "anomalies". He didn't seem like a man of many words, and while neither was she, her desire to ask all sorts of questions wound up in her biting her tongue to not come off as overwhelming. Was Spot an anomaly? That she was not sure of, perhaps having a different technical name Miguel baptized him with, but it certainly was of anomalous nature to intrude in a foreign dimension to mess with it's only existing collider, as well as being considered a threat to the integrity of the space-time continuum. Her long nails pinched her palms within her fists, being an enthusiast of sharp and long feline-like nails, the supernatural strengthening of her collagen after being bit by the radioactive spider allowed her to maintain whatever length she wished for, never bothered by the long gone risk of her nails chipping performing simple tasks, or even in the battlefield.

Her trail of thought was abruptly interrupted by Miguel, who stopped his walk beneath a large platform that descended from the ceiling at a stressfully low speed. "Your dimension was lucky your collider is equipped to sustain sudden initiation, but others are not, and if he continues on the loose feeding off of other dimensions, he'll cause enough holes in the multiverse for it to collapse." He solemnly explained as his hands rested on his waist. "We've gathered to work against this, and we've been fighting to prevent the appearance of more anomalies in dimensions that aren't their own, but as long as Spot continues to roam around them opening gaps within them, they will only continue to appear at a faster rate." Her head dropped to the side as she assimilated the explenation Miguel carried out, pointing at hologram projections of events in foreign universes which he pretentiously denominated Arachno-Humanoid Poly Multiverse. "We have to prevent the disruption of the canon, it's what holds the links between universes and across fate from breaking and collapsing." She frowned in confusion. "The canon?" Miguel turned to look back at her before turning his body, whatever he was about to say conveyed through his body language that it was probably even more important than whatever he had explained so far. His suit of sophisticated technology was advanced enough to be what seemed like nothing but a projection of one, de-materializing partly to reveal his face. His sharp features and grave expression caused her to linger on the doubt of whether to pull her mask off or leave it as it was, she still wasn't sure of how safe it was to do so. "It's kinda' rude to leave me be the only one masked off." He scolded more than he joked, inviting her rather aloofly to pull her mask off, revealing the identity she guarded so strictly in her dimension. Making no comments on her looks, and remaining inexpressive at what she felt was a major revelation, he continued his explanation.

"Picture the canon as a timeline, the story of Spider-Man is the highlight of events within it, both the good and the bad ones. Removing events that are supposed to happen from a timeline creates gaps in a story that is supposed to go a certain way, these events bind our timelines with eachother, it's what makes us Spider-People, and what makes you Spider-Woman." Her face contorted into a frown as her lips pursed downwards, feeling a sensation of void in her stomach of an overwhelming fear and perplexity at the complex nature of a situation she took lighter than she should. It was quite a hard pill to swallow, her eyes shifting around in a strange sinking feeling of panic. She displayed no major signs of her distress however, staying right where she stood as she tried to make her mental crisis as strictly psychological as she could keep it. "How do you know all of this?" Was the only question she could word at a strand of hope that his credibility was null to give her peace. "I've broken the canon myself, not my own, but another universe's." His eyes broke the longly held contact with her's, wavering on whether to continue or not. "How...?" Miguel's eyebrows furrowed as he reluctantly opened his mouth to begin explaining something he would have rather had kept to himself. "Back when I was new on interdimensional travelling, I found another universe with a different version of myself. One that had a family. When that version of myself was murdered, I replaced him. I was ignorant so I thought it was harmless. I intruded in an event that had to happen, including it's consequences... This destroyed the universe, and everything I thought I had built for myself was errased, vanished." He finished his sentence containing a depressing sigh, looking back at her as she hesitated on making another question. "So it's like loss coded in my character which I have to endure and protect?" She uttered baffled, all she had lost, everything and everyone that was taken away from her was no tragedy, but instead a necessary collateral damage of an individual's psyche for the sake of a bigger cause? Throughout her years as Spider-Woman, she had taken the grief of her losses to transform them into drive to continue serving her cause, reluctantly sometimes, as no one had been there to save her loved ones, not even herself. However, the canon was harder to assimilate than expected; thousands of Spider-People like her had lost just as much as her, or were going to sometime soon in their timeline in order to maintain it continuous. She felt the sudden need to vomit, her knees trembling as she struggled to keep herself on her feet. Her eyes met Miguel's and in them she could see how despite his lack of expression, they filtered as much pain as she felt at that moment.

"It's hard to understand, I know, but I need you to cooperate, we all do." Thousands of stories connected through webs faded as the hollogram dissappeared, her head in her hands as her fingers gripped strands of hair, trying to hold on to herself to give herself some comfort. There was nothing left for her to loose at that point, and she knew it was not the idea of her loss, but the thought of everyone else's that disturbed her. How what she had gone through was, without her knowledge, pawn of a bigger game where what she had lost was individually insignificant in proportion to the immense web of unmeasurable dimensions. What one lost individually was possibly inconsequential to the multiverse, but if enough people were to go out of their way to interrupt the canon, existence as a whole was bound to disappear. She needed time off to think about everything, but as she took steps back to head out, her senses warned her before she bumped into somebody. 

[eldritchships]

🔩 - I feel like a Frankenstein AU could be VERY fun w ShockLine

ABSOLUTELY. And it could go either way as well, depending on who gets what role.

Option A - Shock's Doc Shockwave (aka The Architect, as is tradition with any human AUs I put him in) is much like his usual self, conducting experiments that meddle with life and death. He dug up bodies for parts, and found an adequate brain to put inside his creature. Soon after successfully bringing the creature to life, it (he) exhibits some strange behaviour, acting confused and quick to lash out. Neither Shockwave nor the creature understand why until his brain regains more of its old memories, and Flatline remembers who he is - a doctor whose life was unfairly taken from him. I feel like Shocker would be more interested in Flatline from the beginning in this AU, because of the fact that Flatline is one of his experiments (even when he regains his full sentience). He shows extra care and investment in Flatline - he's wrapped up in the science of it all - and Flatline also soon becomes fascinated with the man who revived him. All of this eventually leads to a mutual deep connection forged between them. I think feelings take a turn for the romantic very suddenly and without warning (unlike Option B). Shockwave didn't intend on making a lab partner/spouse but that's what happened.

Option B - Frankenline Flatline (aka Dr. Fletcher Lynx) is a discredited doctor who went "I'll show them…I'll show them all…" He used his extensive knowledge of chemistry and medicine to bring a corpse back to life. The creature didn't show much emotion at first and Flatline went "FUCK. I messed up somewhere!!". But then he figures out that Shocker's just not that emotional - and also shows brilliance of his own in the scientific field - and Flatline is okay with it. Flatline lavishes Shocker with pampering and slightly-too-intense attention, which Shocker is fussy about, as he isn't used to being doted on - naturally, he resists it and the idea that he might at all be enjoying it. But the more Shockwave has to put up with Flatline's passionate emotions, and the more he learns about Flatline, the more he starts to become fond of the doc. And while Flatline's initial plan was to show Shockwave off to prove everyone wrong, ultimately he decides he's much happier having it just be the two of them, and keeps Shocker's origin a secret.

(I will note they also do have a Frankenstein thing going on already in the IDW version of ShockLine, with Shockwave rebuilding Flatline using spare/salvaged parts)

[transingthoseformers]

I was thinking of Early IDW1 Pre-War AU in which Minimus becomes a Decepticon after accidentally murdering the Prime while cooking and I had to share.

So the beginning.

Minimus Ambus is known as Dominus Ambus's less impressive brother who has applied for and been rejected by most law enforcement agencies on Cybertron, up to and including the Primal Guard. He eventually gained work as a legal aid and took great joy in researching and assisting until his coworkers and employer became uncomfortable with his caste and politely requested he leave. He is horrified to have to continuously inform his brother and brother-in-law of his constant failures and to live by his House's grace in a separate modest apartment at his own insistence to give Rewind and Dominus privacy.

Dominus wants his brother to be happy and know Minimus feels the need to work despite the fact Dominus is fully willing to support him. He makes connections though and after a little discussions manages to bring Senator Shockwave to home for dinner. Dominus spends it subtly (and not so subtly) pushing them together. Minimus eventually picks up on the behavior and assumes, incorrectly, that Dominus has decided to try his hand at matchmaking now that Minimus has proven so functionless there would surely be some desperate hoping to use a connection to Dominus's bright star to up their own prestige. 

Minimus is incensed and loses his temper tearing into Dominus who is shocked enough to not get an edge in. Shockwave overhears and laughs delighted as Minimus firmly, but furiously coolly turns him down.

He says Minimus's energy is exactly the kind he needs in the Senate and teasingly informs Minimus "This isn't a matrimonial proposal. It's a job offer and I find myself absolutely certain that you are exactly who I need Minimus Ambus."

Minimus is, of course, horrified, and apologizes profusely but Shockwave remains thoroughly delighted and says he cannot wait to see him shutdown his colleagues and gives him his contact asking to reach out if he'd like the full details before telling Dominus he is very grateful for the introduction. He also, teasing, informs Minimus he already has a lover but is flattered Minimus thought he was a beauty.

Minimus goes home with his tail between his legs (metaphorically, but it would definitely be literal). After a few days he contacts Shockwave and gets the details of who he is and what Minimus's job would be.

It is not what Minimus imagined for himself but it is working in a similar field and working to improve the lives of others through the law. Plus Senator Shockwave's voting record speaks for itself.

(Back home Rewind is thoroughly unimpressed and scolding his Conjunx for ambushing his brother. Dominus is cowed but excited at the prospect because as he puts it Minimus is so passionate and so kind. If only people could see it. 

Rewind doesn't quite himself since Minimus has always been stiff and distant from him, but he knows his Conjunx adores Minimus just as much as Minimus clearly looks up to him. He thinks its sweet and says that Shockwave has a way of pushing people to grow and he might have a good effect on him.

Dominus smiles at the thought and the talk about the investigation that Rewind is doing into mechanisms going missing and to be careful.)

I

Hmm.

Hmmm. I'm gonna hear this out

damn ouch mins, okay okay so he's going through it

Bring Senator Shockwave to home for dinner

And this is when shit goes sideways because Shockwave

Because Shockwave.

Sfgh okay so Dominus is over here shipping MiniShock which is an adorable ship name

So thus Minimus is pissed

Shockers this is exactly the time you start handing out the pamphlet isn't it

oo senator Shockwave? Having a lover? 🎶I have an idea who that may be🎶

So Minimus is working with Senator Shockwave, hMM I WONDER WHERE THIS COULD GO WRONG /jk /jk

okay that last line hit me like a truck ohhh rewind ohhh dominus

[perrysoup]

Pretext: This deals with Hamas and the US program DARE. Some of you may not like the analogy I am going to use, but frankly you need to think on it too, especially if you grew up in the US.

Long post.

So, story time. I grew up in America, I was born and raised here. Part of American schooling (in Fifth Grade, gotta get them agreeing with a police state early) is a system called DARE you are taught of and by, standing for Drug Abuse Resistance Education. In that (absolute dogshit pro-police anti-addict (NOT anti-addiction, anti-ADDICT)) lesson, a key thing we are taught is that Weed is a gateway drug. If you smoke weed you WILL do crack. You WILL do heroin. You WILL sell your body for the weed addiction. That drug dealers and users and mean and hurtful and will abuse you constantly. Again, this is regardless of the drug. I am not speaking about actual horrors committed on people who are having their addiction taken advantage of. Those are real and happen.

That's not hyperbole btw, feel free to look at your own kids DARE stuff if you have them in that age group.

Anyway, I believed it. Others may not have, but I did. We had to sign things saying we would never do drugs, never drink and drive (which they never defined and I'll tell a fun story at the end about), never do ANYTHING really.

So time goes on, 5th grade me turns into 6th grade to 7th, rinse and repeat til I am a Sophomore in High School (Grade 10). And on a whim, I was offered to smoke a bong in a car in a SUPER white SUPER "well off" neighborhood. And I did. I actually first had to ask how to do it, and shocker, the dude was super nice and friendly. He didn't judge me or anything, he was happy to show me. My inexperience was not a thing to laugh at to him. (One Question raised about what DARE talked about. Technically two since "well off" people never did such a thing, and because of that they are "well off")

He also never offered me any other drugs. Hell he didn't even offer pot. If you wanted it you could ask and buy from him, but he wasn't pushing it. (Two questions raised about what DARE talked about).

I also never craved other drugs. I had seen the effects of heroin on some of my family, so maybe that was a part of knowledge I had and other didn't, but no one I even knew pushed me on it. Shit I hung out with people happily doing coke and sharing it, but ONLY if you asked. No one tried to make you do it. (Three now)

Finally, after discussing it with my parents, I find out that my mother was an on and off pot smoker, and my dad wasn't a drug user, but he didn't disparage it, he just preferred alcohol as his drug of choice. (Which was ACTUALLY a major issue in our family, not that DARE seemed to care)

And in the end, it comes clean that everything they told us about Pot was a lie. Everything they said was either full out false, or left out convenient details that explained WHY. Not that they were "worthless junkies" (actual phrase used).

That started some of my questioning about what we were taught and told by authority figures that had a position of power to hold would tell us anything to nod and agree with them, regardless of the facts.

I didn't think about what other stuff that could affect though. 9/11 happened when I was in 6th grade, and as many other Americans can attest, we were riled up into a fervor to support the troops, that "they hated our freedom", that terrorists were gonna get you unless you pledge your support undying to the United States. And I believe that for way to long. It took me much longer that it should have to see the flaws and lies that were told to us over and over and over by people we were told we could trust.

So how does this relate to Hamas?

As more and more is becoming clear about the lies and abuse we endure, and the lies and abuse we have seen especially by Israel, it is fair to ask I believe, is Hamas the bad guy? Did we take the statements of "Terrorist Group" as fact and "Rebellion against Annihilation" as bullshit?

I don't know. I'm not saying that as a cop out, I am saying I LITERALLY do not know. I have been told the Western story over and over and over and I don't know the truth.

But what if we were wrong? What if it was another lie that was done to make us angry at the wrong people?

This is the issue that arises. After a certain amount of government lies, tricks, torture, abuse domestic and foreign, can we trust what the government told us? They had a chance to tell me the truth when I was young, and they instead chose to lie to me, to treat me as something they could mold into their sick image of a "good citizen" instead of another human.

As I said, I don't know enough about Hamas to say if the labels are wrong, and I encourage everyone (Pro AND Anti) to share information so we can all be more educated.

But we have been lied to many times.

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Drinking and Driving story: As I said, DARE left out details that made things easier to understand, I think on purpose. One of those that could just be in the "fucking stupid to not clarify" was drinking and driving. So after that class, that weekend, my father and I go to McDonalds, and get our usual.

And then my father *gasp* started driving while sucking on his straw.

I was distraught, my OWN father drinking and driving? And I confronted him on it, and his could only look at me bewildered and say "Son, that's for alcohol, not Coke" and that's how I learned what drink meant in that context.