Rodimus X Professional!Reader Pt. 1

Compliment

It wasn't often that you got to stare at your classmate, he was usually nearly constantly moving around. But for the past ten minutes he'd been glaring down at his essay in concentration. His fingers carded through white hair as he tapped his pencil at a near rapid rate. Pale eyelashes nearly hiding the dark brown of his eyes as they flitted over the words he'd already written. Looking at him this closely you could see a faint indent on his nose as if he'd been wearing goggles. Eyes trailing over his face you watched as his eyes caught yours. Brows furrowing as a slight frown tugged at his lips- you couldn't look away. The light from the windows caught his eyes turning them a coffee brown instead of the nearly black color they were. Caught up in staring at them you were surprised to see the slight sliver of blue ringed around the brown. Gone in an instant as his eyes darted to the side and then back to yours.

"What are you staring at?" He hissed defensively, shoulders drawn up almost to his ears. You blinked at him as his words caught up to you. Months of watching him in your classes had taught you the best thing to do was to catch him off guard with honesty before he actually got angry and so you blurted the first thought that had crossed your mind.

"You have nice eyes."

He blinked clearly not expecting it. Perfect. His shoulders dropped from their defensive posture as he stared at you, face smoothed out in surprise. Again his eyes searched yours for answers that you didn't technically have. They dropped back down towards his paper as his pencil resumed its rapid tapping- just slightly harder than before. If you hadn't been watching him so closely you might have missed the slight flush that creeped across his face and towards his ears. Deciding to cut your watching short you looked back down to the book you were citing for your own essay. The compliment was small, something you'd tell any of your friends. You felt little shame or embarrassment in saying it. It was true, Peter had lovely eyes. Out of the corner of your eye you caught him biting his lip to hide a smile. You didn't bother to hide yours as you highlighted a quote. As the class crawled by slowly you watched the way his fingers kept coming up to rest just beneath his eyes and the way his lips would twitch with that almost smile. As if the compliment had been more than just simple observation on your part.

When class finally did end he was the first one out the door as usual. Always in a rush to get to the next thing. It hardly mattered to you, you only knew Peter as a hyperactive classmate. The two of you weren't friends and the most you'd ever talked to each other was during group projects. As you made your way out of the class to head to your last one of the day your mind was already wandering to the next assignment you'd be doing and the other classmates you'd be dealing with.

You almost missed the person who fell into step with you. But it was hard to miss his usual strange sense of style and that white hair. He seemed jittery as his attention darted from one thing to the next. But it was unmistakable that he was walking with you and not in the general direction you were going. He walked nearly in your own personal bubble seeming to step in and out of it as if unsure of what he was doing. It was cute. As you arrived to your next class your eyes caught a bit of string clinging to his jacket as he went to turn and walk back to his own class.

"Peter?" He froze mid step as you stepped closer to him. Plucking the string from the lapel of his leather jacket you took a moment to even them both out. "You had some string stuck to it." You explained simply. He continued to stare at you mutely- a rare thing from him. Usually he had a witty reply for everything. You watched in fascination as his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. By now people usually called you a creep and tried to put distance between themselves and you. Instead Peter flushed in that interesting hardly noticeable way of his and cleared his throat.

"Cool." And as if he were never there in the first place he was gone. Frowning you glanced around the hallway, only seeing other students you hardly knew. Shrugging it off you went to sit down in your science class, hoping it'd pass quickly so you could go home. If it was another thing you'd learned in the months of sharing classes with Peter it was that you'd never understand him.

I may be at work right now but istg if I have time tonight I'm gonna be posting so much more stuff.

A little tasting menu of what I have done and waiting to be posted after this damn work shift:

Lights Part 5

Voidrot!Female Reader x Sollux

Fnaf drabble request that had me cackling and wishing I had a decent drawing tablet.

The horniest sacrilegious altar/confessional booth porn I've never been more delighted to see in my inbox.

And some other stuff that I'm going to try and work on today after work if I get the time!

Source: This

Come Get Her

18+ explicit nsfw.

Sweat was trailing down your back, breaths coming out in pants as you writhed against the sheets. Marvus leered down at you and laughed as you couldn’t help but whine. Your hands were tied tightly above your head, the pillow underneath you keeping you at a delicious angle that had your thighs burning and back arching. 

“C’mon lil mama, I know you can take it.” He purred, rubbing slow and agonizingly at your clit. A cry left you as he gave it a light pinch and your hips bucked involuntarily. “Aw, purrbeast got your tongue?” He teased. You might have said something if you were even capable of thought. He’d kept you like this for what seemed like hours, just there barely on the edge and nearly crying. With a smirk he scooted down your body until his head was between your thighs. Your breath was punched out of your lungs as he buried his face in your pussy, tongue shoving straight in and lips wrapping around your clit. If you had the breath you might have screamed as he gave a hard suck and seemed to eat you out like a dying man, that long tongue twisting inside you with the same precision as his bulge. Jerking in your restraints you openly sobbed the pleasure far too much. You were so close to cumming your legs were visibly trembling. Which was of course the moment he pulled away from you, lips and chin slick with your cum and licking his lips as he panted. 

“What’s the matter babe? No one pail you dis good before?” He grinned as he trailed sharp claws down your outer thighs before grasping you by the knees and abruptly bending you in half. A small squeal left you at the rough treatment and you stared up at him with wide eyes as he got comfortable. Placing your ankles on his shoulders his eyes raked over you hungrily. 

“Don’ be hidin’ any noises from me baby, I wanna hear ya scream.” 

“Marv-,” You cried out, nearly screaming as he thrusted forward, bulge stretching you roughly as he bottomed out. He gave you no time to adjust as his bulge squirmed inside you, freezing cold and huge. His hips ground against yours and it was all you needed to cum- wailing and shaking as if possessed. Marvus hardly let up, just continuing to use you to his heart’s content as you wiggled and thrashed from overstimulation. Had you known what jealousy would do to him you weren’t sure if you would have still ignored him like you had tonight or given him your full attention. 

“What’s that baby?” He panted hand coming up to keep your leg from sliding off his shoulder, a bead of sweat trailed down his face and dripped from his chin, those eyes dark with lust, “C’mon, lemme hear all those sweet sounds jus’ for me.” The purr in his chest vibrated against your leg as he hiked your hips up with a rolling thrust and a firm grip on the top of your knee. You shuddered and squeezed around him as your back arched. 

“Fuck, please-,” You cried voice failing as his bulged rubbed roughly against your g-spot. 

“Please?” Marvus prompted teasingly. You shook your head eyes closing as the pleasure kept building. A hand wrapped around your jaw and forced you to face him, giving your jaw a little squeeze he released it to trail a heavy hand over your neck. “Gotta tell me what you want lil mama.”

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop-,” You were growing incoherent, the starts of another orgasm already building up and overwhelming you. The hand still resting lightly over your neck tightened briefly and you gasped. Staring up into Marvus’ face, free of his paint and flushed a dark purple as his fangs caught on the plush blackness of his lower lip when you squeezed tighter around him, you could only watch as he leaned more fully over you. Putting more of his weight into his thrusts as he leaned down and caught your mouth in a filthy kiss. His teeth caught your lip and tugged teasingly as he pulled back, still close enough to feel his breaths against your cheeks.

“Love seein’ you all worked up sweet thing. Gonna keep you like dis for a long time yet.” He promised. Dread, lust, and anticipation pooled low in your stomach and made your second orgasm all the more intense. 

Oh, i thought you abandoned the blog. The fic was amazing! Can... can you continue it just a bit?

-♦️ Anon

Nope! Still kicking just busy with life. Gonna take a lot more to remove me from this hellsite. Thank you so much for the compliment though you're gonna have to be more specific. If you need help with what to include here's my faqs for you!

https://morsartis.tumblr.com/post/652307814891536384/faqs

happy homestuck day you fuckers, i've tried to escape this hell for years, as you can see i've not succeeded. fuck.

The Tweet

You were going to fucking kill that clown. Marvus had honked his last horn, you were actually going to end up in jail for killing a celebrity and it was this fool. All because he’d done the one thing you both agreed not to do. The one thing you swore up and down to his PR team that wouldn’t happen. Staring down at the tweet and watching the count of likes and retweets climb you could feel your blood pressure rise in sync with it. A simple dumbass selfie you had sent Marvus in pesterchum of all things was going viral. Alarmingly so. People were losing their mind over it. With good reason. Your anonymity had been tossed out the window like an empty can down a school hallway. Marvus was dead to you now. It was a pity because the caption he’d replied with was very sweet. The type of thing that you two teased each other with in private. And that was the key word wasn’t it? Private. 

You’d been doing your thing downtown when you spotted one of his new posters on display and because you knew Marvus would think it was hilarious you’d scribbled a mustache on it and posed for a selfie. One of you sticking your tongue out as he liked to in the majority of photos with the caption ‘I didn’t know you were growing a mustache’ and a little emoji heart. Lovingly mocking him because you knew you could. The type of shit you usually sent each other to make the other laugh. The problem was that he had saved the picture and uploaded it to chittr. Of course it wasn’t the first picture he’d ever uploaded of you or both of you doing something stupid. It was the type of content that was fairly common to see on both your timelines. There was an embarrassing picture of you brushing your teeth with toothpaste foam everywhere and a rats nest on his account he’d lovingly referred to as ‘rabid human free to a good home’. Only this time Marvus had confirmed the one question you both had agreed to leave well enough alone for your sake and the sanity of his PR team. You could feel the headache forming as you sat on your couch in your own house and plotted how exactly you were going to wring his neck when he towered above you. Surely his PR team would give you a boost in this hypothetical situation. Tagora would, of course, be your defense attorney when you went on trial. It’d be a short trial with you coming away claiming innocence and taking every penny that used to belong to Marvus as compensation. Only fair in such a situation. You’d even be benevolent and split the fortune with his team and sympathetic band mates. Taking a deep breath you picked up your phone again. Opening Chittr you avoided looking at the now famous tweet as you slid into Marvus’ private chat and stared down, unsure what the hell you were going to say. 

‘Hey Marvus what the fuck?’

‘ayyy bby whts up?’

‘Youre causing a scandal Marvus what the fuck.’

‘???’

There was a moment of complete radio silence and you realized just at the same time Marvus did what exactly happened. 

‘oh fxck’

He’d meant to forward that to his band and had instead uploaded your selfie and ‘flushed as fxck for dis mean lil criminal mf’ to chittr. The disbelieving laugh that left you was hideous and heartfelt as you put your head in your hands and wheezed. The PR team and Tagora were going to kill you both. If Marvus’ rabid fans didn’t get you first. 

‘if your fans kill me I’m coming to haunt your ass’

‘fair’

Dear god you were actually in a relationship with this moron. You couldn’t wait to smack him and kiss his dumbass face when he inevitably showed up at your door.

Nightwing x Civilian!Reader Part 2

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/morsartis/714887181819346944/nightwing-x-civilianreader?source=share

Tag List: @lbshifter

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Your shoes thumped softly to the ground as you toed them off after a long day of work, a satisfied groan escaping you as you finally managed to get inside your apartment. It was much later than usual, but one of your coworkers had called in sick because they needed to look after their kid. Its not like you could fault them for wanting to put their kid first. Sighing as you set your shoes in the shoe rack you kept by the door you immediately made your way to the kitchen, absolutely starving after your particularly long shift. Rummaging around in your cabinets you settled on a package of instant noodles since you didn’t have energy for anything else. Grabbing a pot you filled it with water and tossed it on the stove to boil while you hunted down all the extra bits you liked to add to your noodles. Humming quietly you set them on the counter and waited by scrolling on your phone answering messages from your friends and the fifth apology your coworker had sent after having to have you cover her shift. 

‘I’m so sorry! It just happened out of the blue’

‘Dude its fine, its your kid. Hows the little guy holding up?’

‘Still has a high fever but he did finally managed to fall asleep after some cough syrup’

‘Good. Poor kid. Do I need to cover your shift tomorrow?’

‘Could you?! I’d hate to ask but’

‘Nah I get it. I gotchu dude’

‘Omg the best!’ 

She followed her message up with an almost obscene amount of heart emojis from gratitude that made you laugh. Tossing your noodles into the pot you set your phone aside for a moment to stir the pot. Distracted by the warm smell of noodles and lost in thought you didn’t hear your busted window slide open or the soft, muffled sound of light steps. You turned to grab some seasoning only to freeze. 

Standing in the entrance to your doorway Nightwing stared back with just as wide eyes behind his mask. 

“Why aren’t you asleep?” He questioned and you could feel the moment your brain misfired in shock. 

“What.” You uttered looking at him. Nightwing shifted nervously, glancing down at his hands and your eyes followed his to see your towel folded in his grip. 

Oh, that made sense. 

“Uh, I’m just going to leave this here then.” He chuckled nervously as he rubbed the back of his head. He walked further into the kitchen and set the towel down on the counter, to your shock you realized he was a lot taller than you’d first thought he was. He gave a nervous smile. “So uh, returned your towel. Thanks for the shower and the bandages and stuff the other day.” 

“You’re… Welcome..?” You slowly drew out still trying to get your brain to function with the completely bizarre situation you found yourself in. His eyes flicked to something behind you.

“I think your noodles are boiling over.”

In an instant you whipped back around to see that your noodles had been boiling over for who knows how long.

“Shit!” You shouted immediately diving for the dial to turn the heat off and grabbing the pot. When you turned back around Nightwing was much closer than he was before nearly causing you to jump out of your skin. 

“Sorry, sorry, just wanted to make sure you didn’t burn yourself.” He spoke quickly when he noticed your surprise. He didn’t move back. 

Slowly turning back to the pot you grabbed your seasonings and extra bits to add to your noodles. Stirring in the ingredients you looked over at your bowls and went to grab one. Nightwing beat you to it, offering you the bowl with a crooked smile and a little raspy laugh. 

“You must have just gotten off work.” He observed. 

“Yeah, uh. Long shift.” You explained rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly as you filled your bowl with noodles. 

“I should, um, go.” He motioned back to the busted window he’d climbed in through and you nodded.

“Yeah, thanks for returning the towel…?” You trailed off uncertainly. 

“No problem. I wasn’t going to keep it hostage.” He laughed it off as he began backing away towards your window. “And don’t worry, I’ll be back to fix that too. I’m really sorry I busted your lock.”

“Its okay..?” You chuckled that same awkwardness hanging in the air. You watched as he ducked out the busted window and swung off into the night just as quietly as he came in before his words finally registered. 

“WHAT DOES HE MEAN HE'S COMING BACK?!” You shrieked, panicking. Oh god what if some supervillain saw him hanging around your apartment? What if a reporter saw him hanging around your apartment? You’d never know peace again. 

Screw the awkward encounter, what about your privacy?!

Lights Part 3

There’s a pleasant warmth curled around you and the heaviness of the comforter that’s got you feeling like a very loved burrito makes it hard to open your eyes. You’re struggling to not keep blinking continuously but its a difficult task, you’re warm, you’re comfortable, and you’ve got no where to be. The arm wrapped around your stomach drags you closer as your eyes sag closed-

You’re wide awake in an instant. Heart hammering and lungs seizing as you go absolutely rigid. You don’t invite people into your house anymore, especially not into your bed, those are your sacred little spaces that you crawl into to feel secure. But you can feel the person- sleep heavy- curled along your back in an awkward spooning position with an arm and leg thrown over you. Warm breath tickling the back of your neck that suddenly feels too exposed. You’re too exposed and there is someone in your bed and you can’t breathe and-

The leg that was thrown over you is removed and there are hands dragging you upright and a vaguely familiar voice murmuring something close enough to your face you can feel the puffs of air each word makes. It’s not until hands are cupping your jaw and the words level out into a constant soothing hush of consolation that you finally realize who’s kneeling over your lap and looking lost and upset. Polypa’s eyes are wide with worry as her voice seizes up and relaxes against the chattering cicada noise that wants to come out. She settles for a stream of constant shushing noises that buzz just a bit the closer to panic she comes. She’s never seen you like this. Never seen or realized exactly how messed up Alternia had left you. It claws at her mind and whispers the horrible thought of failing as a moirail that she never noticed. That she never pried even when you seemed just fine. She should have. She should know exactly what’s keeping you up at night and what sends you into a blind panic. Polypa should have known where you lived too. As a moirail these were basic things that helped build the foundation of a stable diamond. The fact she didn’t have the faintest clue about any of it was enough for olive tinted tears to well up in the corners of her eyes. After everything you had simply fallen off the map, complete radio silence, Polypa had looked everywhere for you. The mall was the last place she ever thought to bump into you and the elation she had felt had been short lived at the absolutely shattered look in your eyes. The way you had simply crumbled at the slightest gentle touch had felt like a sucker punch to the gut. 

“It’s alright, it’s going to be alright, just breathe for me.” You took in a stuttering breath following along to the gentle breathing that Polypa was trying to coach you into. You were safe, you were home, you were in bed, and Polypa had spent the night after the most intense and dissociative feelings jam of your life. It was fine. Slowly you began to calm down. The two of you would need to have that talk you’d been dreading. The one where you had to tell her everything and wait for her to decide whether she was going to sign up for dealing with your bullshit or throw herself out the window to get as far away from your flaming dumpster fire as she could. For a moment you debated lying out your ass and saying you’ve just been having a horrible week and leaving it at that. The thought was abandoned as quickly as it formed. Polypa’s eyes were earnest and bordering desperate. She wanted- and by extension needed- to hear the truth. No matter how much it’d feel like pulling teeth. 

“We need to talk.” You finally sighed out, shoulders slumping as the fight left you. She tensed and you realized how bad that probably sounded. “It- Its- Hey, Polypa, its not... Well okay its bad but- just let me explain?” Preferably in the kitchen where you could sit at the table and talk this out like rational adults. Even if you felt like a frightened preteen about to spill their guts for the first time. It took a few more reassurances that you were more or less okay and that you weren’t about to kick her out to get her to let you up. From there you grabbed some drinks from your fridge and took a seat at the little kitchen table you had set up. Polypa drummed her claws along the can of soda you’d handed her- a nervous tick you’d adopted from her long ago. You weren’t sure where to even start with this. A confession of how pale you still were for her? Word vomit about the time just before landing on Alternia? Or straight to the chase? Running a hand through your hair as your foot bounced nervously you took a deep breath. 

“When...” You had to clear your throat past the lump in it, “When I first landed on Alternia... I-,” A shuddering breath left you and you had to close your eyes for a moment to keep from bursting into tears. To keep from becoming an incoherent babbling mess. It took Polypa’s hand covering one of your own to get back what little composure you had. 

“You don’t have to tell me everything now.” She offered in the silence as you tried to collect your words again. Tempted as you were to take her up on that you knew she deserved to know. 

“When I first landed on Alternia there was something wrong with me. I knew something was wrong but for the life of me couldn’t figure out what it might be. So I pushed it aside for the thrill of making friends. Of meeting new people. It wasn’t until I left that I finally realized what happened. What was wrong...” She was staring at you with such rapt attention you felt like a bug pinned to a cork board. “I was... It- I- shit... Everything that happened on Alternia felt fake, like I was some chess piece on a board waiting for someone to make a move. A pawn. And I... I was. I was a pawn. The man... The-,” Your fists clenched at the memory, “Doc fucking Scratch.” You barked out venomously teeth grinding with the force of it. It was the first time you’d allowed yourself to say his name. To speak it into existence. For once you weren’t afraid it’d bring him down upon you like a swarm of locusts. No, for once you wanted to wrap your hands around that puppet’s felt fucking neck and squeeze. Sucking in a deep breath you continued on. “He fucked with my mind Polypa. I was a backseat passenger to a shit show I had no control over. Everything I ever did was mapped out and if I made a wrong choice? I wound up in a groundhog style remake of that moment until I made the correct decision. I died Polypa, I remember every death- every bad ending- every time I had to stare down at one of my friends and know that I killed them! And then I’d blink and I’d be back where I started staring down at the choices I was allowed to make and praying I’d get it right this time. He took all my words and twisted them to fit his narrative. I was there to make the right friends and then be tossed aside when there was no use for me. And when he plucked me out of the narrative again and gave me back my at least some of my mind I fucking spiraled. I went about making more friends because I couldn’t do anything else. Because that fucker took my memories from me so that I would continue in a loop until it killed me. And when I finally snapped out of it I tore everything to shreds to get to him. I destroyed entire timelines just so I could burn everything that pompous bastard held dear to the ground. And I succeeded. At least partially... The next time I woke up I was sleeping in a motel room in some place I’d never even heard of. I found a job and I scraped up enough to get a decent place, I knew that everyone was still out there. I did. I just couldn’t bring myself to play the game again. Even if it was all in my head.” Tears were dripping off the tip of your nose as you stared down at your fist and Polypa’s hand still placed over yours. It took her choking out your name for you to finally look her in the face. Olive tears were streaming down her cheeks and she looked miserable. Like you had ripped the heart from her chest and stomped it into the dirt. 

“Everything you did was against your will?” Her voice was so small and for a moment you almost agreed. But that wasn’t what she was really asking. Reaching out you took her hands in yours and squeezed as tightly as you could. 

“The time we spent together was the closest I ever got to being myself. If it’s one thing I’d do over and over and over again it would be becoming your moirail. Never doubt that Polypa. Never.” A small keen left her lips and then you suddenly found yourself with a lap full of blubbering troll. Her claws were digging through the shirt you wore as her arms squeezed you like a vice. Words practically unintelligible and at least mostly in Alternian bubbled out of her in a tormented jumble. More tears gathered in your eyes as you cradled her close and started crying in earnest. You had your moirail back, of her own choice, and the dam you’d kept everything behind finally burst. 

I'm just thinking about troll academia and the sheer amount of humor potential.

Mspa Reader gets an invitation from Galekh to come with him to an academic conference he's going to be presenting at and they're all excited for it and honestly a little nervous. They've never been to a conference before and it sounds very fancy and kinda intimidating. They aren't even super familiar with the topic he's talking about is. It's fine, he provides them with a "brief" summary and they are nothing if not supportive and have never let a lack of previous knowledge stop them from doing anything before.

It starts out normal.

Or at least maybe what they might consider normal, they've never been to a conference before on any planet and it seems like a lot of looking at posters and listening to Galekh's thoughts on them, avoiding looking at horse themed decor, and getting free stationary. Lots of pens.

All in all? Nice night.

And then comes the presentation portion and they give Galekh a final pep talk, extremely confident in his abilities and saying as much to him. He thanks them and directs them to where their seat is, handing them what kind of looks like... a ticket? They go to where people are filing in and they have a good seat in one of those booths in the balcony area and look down and see what should have been their first indication that this was not in fact going to be a "normal one."

Galekh stands at an ornate podium before an audience. There is a large display screen behind him showing the first slide of his presentation. This is more or less what they pictured in their head. Minus the fact that the podium is in the corner of a square ring, still just as fancy, made up of what looks like museum rope. And they have the dawning realization that Alternia has turned academic presentations into a fucking contact sport.

The presentation begins and they're on the edge of their seat waiting for shit to go down. It goes as expected, he does well, and is of course very thorough. He takes questions at the end and they're wondering if maybe they just misunderstood some aesthetic choices or something when another indigo, voices that he takes issue with a few of his sources.

Galekh steps away from the podium and states he is ready to defend his argument. The other indigo enters the ring. Fisticuffs ensue. And while fight was expected at that point, what threw them for a goddamn loop was the fact that the two were verbally going at it as well the entirely time, making claims and rebuttals just as ruthless as the physical one occurring concurrently. Eventually it ends with Galekh being the only one still standing and asking if anyone else had any additional concerns regarding his presentation. Upon hearing silence, he thanks the audience, receives a fucking golf clap that sounds way too polite for what just happened, and steps down from the podium to return to his seat. The other indigo drags himself out of the ring.

Galekh comes back, slightly disheveled, but overall, very satisfied with how things went and proud of his ability to defend his points. Mspar congratulates him saying they always knew he was going to do great. And also asks if that's what the whole night is going to be like. They're only slightly relieved to find out that isn't the case.

There's a break for lunch.