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star-suh · 4 months ago

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Movie Night and We’re Not Watching the Movie but is Still a Movie Night

Seok Matthew x Male Reader

cw: dom top matthew, degradation, sweat, spit, bareback, hole slapping, fingering, rimjob, facesitting, breeding, feminization, chest play, musk kink, impregnation kink.

an: if i took a shot every time i wrote matthew/matt in this fic i would’ve already died of an ethylic coma or wtv that’s called.

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matthew is hosting a movie night with all his friends, they were planning to watch a horror movie, after all halloween is just weeks away. due to some inconveniences only yn showed up at the front door of matthew’s apartment. “did i come too early?” an oblivious yn asks, “not really, the others have to stay in their jobs or do some other important things.. so it’s just you and me tonight”. “ok” yn step inside the other’s house and plop himself down on the coach in front of the big tv waiting for matthew to arrive with food and drinks.

“no no no no don’t go there!!” yelled yn grabbing matthew’s arm as if it was some mystic shield to protect him from the evil spirits of the movie. this action drew a smile from matthew who kept on eating the popcorn. “you are a scaredy cat, why did you even accept a horror movie if you don’t like them?” matthew blurted out, receiving a punch from the aforementioned, “horror movies are best if you watch them in company” and as he finishes his phrase a loud bang was heard on the house causing both men to jump in surprise and hug each other in fear, “what was that?” yn questions, “i don’t know” matthew answers, “let’s find it out” he adds.

after walking around the living room in tippy toes they find out what the sound was, the ac just broke and stopped working, “oh my god. not now please” matthew hit the device multiple times hoping that it could go back to work again, “matthew it's no use in doing that. you have to wait tomorrow so the technician could come and fix it” yn says grabbing matt’s shoulder.

they decided to watch the movie till the end but the heat was getting uncomfortable, “is night now but it's still hot, what the hell” yn spoke, fanning himself with his hand. “yeah” matthew did the same but with his tank top, “is so annoying” immediately afterwards he gets rid of the piece of clothing, remaining shirtless on the sofa besides yn while using the clothing to cool himself down a bit. this took yn by surprise who couldn't help to glance at certain occasions at the other’s sculpted body. his big sweaty arms touching his, his sweaty tits sitting pretty there and his toned abs with beads of sweat rolling down to his crotch area. “fuck” matthew says out of nowhere, clearly annoyed, “this fucking hot is getting on my fucking nerves”. “woah buddy what was that, angry much?” yn says. “shut up, i don't like being all sweaty and sticky” matthew wipes the sweat off of his forehead and slicks back his hair so it won't stick on the already wiped out surface. “you look sexy tho” seconds later yn realized what he just said when matthew looked directly into his eyes, “did i say that out loud?” he asks, embarrassment present in his tone. matthew just nods, “oh” is the only thing that comes out of his mouth.

“well, who would've thought you were a slut yn” matthew says, breaking eye contact and looking towards the screen, “what?” something inside yn lits up, why did he like being called a slut? is it because such a hot man said it?. “we're here watching a movie and enduring this heat and the only thing that crosses your mind is my body. you're a slut” he remarks. “well damn, sorry for speaking my mind” he replied turning his head to the side to not look at matthew, “you know what's the worst?” the other guy asks, grabbing yn by the chin and turning his head so they can make eye contact again, “you liked it. i saw your blushed cheeks. you can deny it but your body is betraying you” matthew gently pats yn’s bulge with his index finger “didn't know you were into that. slut” he whispered that last word near yn’s ear. god, yn swear he could've cum right at the spot by just that word, seeing this side of matthew lit a fire inside yn, something that till now only matthew has been capable of doing.

“what the” yn mutters embarrassed, “ma-matthew wait it’s not what it looks like”. “cut it. i know what you are” matthew sexily cups one of his tits with his hands “and i know what you deserve”.

matthew was the first one to attack, latching his lips on yn’s, kissing him passionately, with hunger, his tongue dominating the other’s, saliva spilling out of their mouths. the messiest kiss they probably had in their lives. “matt-” yn tried to stop him but he couldn’t, his cheeks painted in a bright pink hue. “what happened to the whore of before? too much to handle?” matt questions, “typical sluts, they go out whoring themselves out but when they finally get some dick they back out like pussies” . after that matthew puts his middle and index finger on the other’s mouth, “be a good bitchboy and lick them good” meanwhile he starts to undress him by ripping his shirt and pulling out his shorts and underwear, “slutty body” he murmurs. yn gagged on matthew’s fingers, tears pooling on his eyes. he then pulls them out and yn coughs, the top lifts up the underwear barely so the bottom’s hole is uncovered, “let’s make this pussy slick”.

he firstly caresses around the ring of muscles covering in yn’s saliva, then puts the middle finger right on the hole, slapping it lightly and gently, “mmm warm pussy” he licks and smacks his lips. the first digit entered yn’s back entrance, “hngh ahhh” yn moaned, matthew brushed his lips against yn’s, the latter opened his mouth to kiss the other but matthew didn’t comply, he only teased and then put the second digit inside. “matthew too much” yn drooled, “pfft” the top replied “weak whore”, he grabbed yn by the back of his neck and pushed him against his tits, “suck them, and lick all the sweat off of them”. while yn licked those pretty manly tits matthew keeps fingering him with now 4 fingers inside. both moaned in unison, the pleasure being immeasurable already. next, matthew leaned on the coach while yn lowered himself slowly, sitting on his face. his already fingered hole clenching right away when it feels the top’s tongue barely touching it, “sensitive already?” matt laughs.

with his strong sweaty arms around yn’s hips, matthew guided him to ride his tongue, pushing him up and down with threads of saliva connecting his mouth to the other’s hole. tasting that warm sweaty pussy, “mhn i love this”,the room echoing with sloppy, gushy sounds. when yn goes up, matthew rubs his dilated hole and slap it harshly and when he goes down, the top’s tongue enters completely past the rim and wriggles inside, sending waves of pleasure throughout yn’s whole body.

yn has now completely given into pleasure and matthew’s domination, “who’s a bitchboy?” matt asks slapping the pink tip of his dick on yn’s puckered hole, “me, i’m a bitchboy” the bottom replies and is rewarded with matthew putting his dick inside all at once, “yeahh” they both say in unison, yn rolled his eyes back. “you like this, don’t you, needy cockwhore?”, the other nodded. matthew rams himself inside yn, not an ounce of pity nor concern on his thrusts. “how’s my sex toy doing, want more?” matt asks, “yes please” at this point yn looks like a gooner “look at you, all dumb over my cock”.

yn loved how verbal matthew was, degrading him left and right, calling him all types of names like pathetic slut, manwhore, cockslut, sex toy, human cumdump, all of them sounding like pretty words to yn, ringing in his ears like a beautiful melody. “i wonder if they all had made it to the movie night you would be acting like a manwhore too”, he pants, “because that’s what you would like right. being passed around by everyone, you wanna be their personal fleshlight?” each word was laced with venom, even a bit of jealousy deriving into hard thrusts that made yn’s ass recoil, his legs trembling and wiggling as if they were made of jelly, making him almost incapable of maintaining his position in all fours. their passionate encounter was the only thing in their minds that they forgot about the heat, the sofa was soaked in sweat, their bodies dripping on it. each thrust splashing some of the salty beads everywhere. yn turned around to face matthew and leaned on the coach, matthew spits in between his dick and yn’s hole resuming his thrust right away, “give me some of it” yn begs, “sure” a thick thread of spit falls down matthew’s mouth right on yn’s mouth, he swallows it and sticks his tongue out, asking for more. therefore they began to spit and swallow, matthew collects saliva inside his mouth then yn opens his mouth to receive it, matthew spats and yn swallows savoring it. sometimes matthew just spits on yn’s closed mouth and they shared a sloppy kiss, when their mouths separate strings of saliva falls down their chins and onto their bodies.

yn appreciates the top’s hot body drenched in sweat that consequently drips onto the bottom’s ass and his musky scent being spreaded in the air. it’s so manly, it feels intoxicating for yn, like a drug he’s not going to be able to forget anytime soon. matthew plunges his thumb alongside his shaft on yn’s ass, “i want to break this pussy yn, make you beg for my dick, beg me to put my loads inside you”, his hands snaking around yn’s neck “tell me you wanna be my cumdump” he presses lightly around it, cutting yn’s breath support making him feel lightheaded, “yeshh pleasseee” he slurred, cockdrunked. “fill me upp.. fill your whore up with all your cum.. make me pregnant”. that was matthew’s last straw, he couldn't contain himself anymore and with an almost beastly grunt he came inside, his ass contracting while he made sure to leave the last drop secured on the other’s abused walls, “i fed your pussy with my milk” he pants, “you better not waste it, i’ll be sure to pump more inside until you are fully knocked up” he touches his lower tummy. yn happily nods ”that’s the only purpose of your whore matt, to always carry your loads” yn stands up and massage his friend’s balls, “we should buy a plug so not a single drop escapes that loose pussy” matthew proposes “and we should finish the movie too” he adds, somehow embarrassed realizing how he acted. “i’m looking forward the next movie night” yn stands up and goes to the bathroom to clean himself a little, leaving a flustered matthew sitting on the couch with his dick getting hard again after seeing his cum sliding down yn’s legs.

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nycolewrites · 8 months ago

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houston, we have a problem

When he first met Sokka, he wanted to smack him for the arrogance that seemed to emanate from him. Zuko won’t say his confidence wasn’t earned; Sokka and a second-year tech, Teo, are responsible for the development of NASA’s anti-gravity technology (accomplished while still in graduate school). He’d been streamlined through the interview process, aced his space tests with flying colors, and had the added bonus of impressing Piandao enough within a week of working there that the man had hand-written him a recommendation letter when it came time to choose candidates for TUI-84’s mission to explore plant sustainability in different atmospheric conditions. According to Aunt Wu, Director Jeong Jeong had been so shocked at Piandao’s interference that he hadn’t even bothered considering other technicians. He was one of the youngest first-year candidates NASA had ever considered for a space mission to actually get the job. - Sokka is the youngest space engineer to be sent to outer space. Zuko is the ground control member assigned to track him. Falling in love wasn't part of the mission, but it happened anyway.

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shadows-over-the-wastes · 3 months ago

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Shadows Over the Wastes: Chapter One

Stables. Bunkers, more or less, created to shelter ponies from the doomsday that was The Day the Bombs Fell. Or, aptly, The Final Day. Created with self-sustaining magical technology that would run until Reclamation Day. And even further beyond that. This is the environment I had known my entire life. Yellowcake Cream, an altogether uninspiring, and unassuming unicorn.

That was me. With a yellow coat, a blue-green mane that’s always too messy and sloppily tied back, and bright green eyes that have a blue discoloration to the sclera. My cutie mark is a Balefire green glass tuning fork, surrounded by a blue glow. If anything about me was unique or impressive, it was that. But it didn’t do much to compensate for my rather lacking stature, being one of, if not the, shortest mares in the entire Stable. It also didn’t explain my sad physique. I’m rather chubby, to put it lightly. Fat, to put it accurately. And worst of all, I never look like I get enough sleep, and I have a horrendous cough I can never get rid of. I’m not asthmatic, I’m just pathetic.

My special talent is… a little unclear. But I’m really good at fixing up the reactor in the Stable, and I’m unaffected by radiation, so my place is clear. I’m a reactor engineer and technician. A rather high-clearance, and low-effort job, which doesn’t help with my weight problem. Most of the time, I spend my days watching old TV shows, re-reading the Stable library’s selection, or simply hanging out in the bakery.

My sweet tooth was my friend Cherry Garcia’s fault. She’s the bakery mare, and runs the shop by herself, which she took over when her mother retired. Her coloration was that of red velvet cake. A maroon coat with a creamy white mane, striped with chocolate brown, and beautiful, crystal pink eyes. She was the Stable’s eye candy, always was for her peers, even when we were foals. All the colts thought she was the prettiest thing in the whole wide world. They weren’t wrong, but she always expressed that stallions weren’t really for her. She and I met because I was always the smartest foal in the class, and the quietest. She’s not book smart, but socially smart, so she came to me for help. We’ve more or less been inseparable ever since.

The piercings in my ears were my friend Aero Ace’s fault. He’s a punky gray stallion with a faux-colorful black mane, violet eyes, and plenty of tats and piercings to match. He’s an artist, with a needle and a brush. He’s also a troublemaker. Always has been, always will be. He’s not as big as some other stallions, built very lithe, and quick on his wings. We met for similar reasons, but moreso because he wanted to know the most effective way to prank somepony using a Mr. Handy robot. I told him all the ins and outs and how to change personality scripts. Even helped him do it. He stuck around me since then.

Today was another day of nothing, spent in my room, with a comic book sprawled on my bed. I was sat comfortably, twirling a pen in my magical grip as a notebook laid next to the comic. I wasn’t reading it, so much as I was using it as reference to draw. Another hobby I’d picked up to kill some time. I started when I was 16, and had gotten pretty good over the years. Sighing, I closed the comic book, going back to sketching. I was drawing a cowpony gunslinger, with a big chunky revolver. I always thought cowpoke were cool, that and the concept of aliens.

I heard a knock on my Stable room door. “Go away.” I called over, not peeling my eyes away.

“It’s Cherry!” Garcia called through the speaker system.

“Oh! C’mon in!” My ears pricked up, dropping my pen and looking over at the door.

The metal bulkhead door opened up, and the earth pony walked right through. She had a big, cheeky smile, a tray balanced on her back. She wore the same Stable suit we all did, dark blue and gold trim, branded with a bold 27. “Another hard day of work, huh?” She joked.

“Yeah yeah, I know. You can ask me for help if you need it, y’know.” I replied, leaning my head on a hoof.

“Oh no… don’t want you pulling a muscle.” Garcia smirks, joining me on the bed by my side, and gently setting the tray in front of us. It had three or four pastries on it, assorted. “Brought you the daily extras. Since you didn’t visit…”

I snickered, picking up an eclair with my magic. “Jeeze… this is all extras, huh?”

“Just figured I’d bring you some, since you never bothered to visit.” She chuckles, giving my side a poke.

Feeling my face flare up, I bit a sizable chunk from the pastry. “Sho what bringsh you by?”

“Well, I wanted to see your workspace! You always hang by the bakery, I’ve never gotten to see the reactor room.” She answers rather bluntly, shrugging.

I cough, almost choking on my mouthful. “You… you do?”

“Mmhmm! I wanna see what you do!” She grins, flashing her perfect white teeth.

I hesitated, eating the other half of my eclair, thinking it over. “Well… uh, I’m not really supposed to have anypony else in there. It’s a… bit of a dangerous environment.”

“Pleeeease…?” She pushes her nose up against my cheek, giving me the wettest puppy eyes she can manage. “I promise I’ll behave… I’ll even bake your favorite cake for the morning if you take me.”

My ears flopped back, “…Banana? You really don’t have to, y’know. You already brought all this.”

“Mmmhmmm…” Cherry nods, leaning on me a little more. “For my favorite nerd…”

Unfortunately, try as I might, I felt my face burn with her honeyed words. I hated how good she was at sweet talking me, it always worked. “Uhhh… y-um. Okay… I can take you in for the morning maintenance check.”

“Yes! Thank you, thank you!” Cherry gives me a tight hug, practically suffocating me with her forelegs. I didn’t really understand the excitement, but it was flattering in a sense.

I chuckled, giving her back a pat with a hoof. “I… don’t really understand why you’re so enthusiastic, but I won’t complain.”

“So what time do I need to be here?” Cherry backs up a little bit, her tail giving an excited shake.

Rubbing under my chin, I thought for a moment. “Ideally you wanna get here before security starts their morning patrol. I’d say anywhere between 06 hundred and half past. Preferably on the dot, though.” I pointed at her, “But. You need to do as I say. Any safety precaution not taken for you can mean dire radiation poisoning.”

“Promise… anything you say, I’ll do it.” She pats her chest, nodding.

Sighing, I give a nod, “Alright… be here fresh and early. And clean. Please. The decontamination protocols call for a shower at least the day before entering the reactor room.”

Nodding again, she smiles. “Showered and early, got it.”

Tapping my hooves together, I glance around the room. “So… um. Did you… wanna stick around for any other reason?”

“Of course, silly. Keep drawing, I’ll watch…” She leans on me, getting comfortable.

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The morning came unceremoniously, after a productive day of drawing and eating the pastries that Cherry brought me. Getting on my Stable suit, I clicked my Pip-Buck onto my right foreleg, using a few dials and switches to get my authorization ready. As I walked out of my Stable room, I was greeted with the sight of the Overmare, Silver Lining. In the same hallway as me, speaking to another Stable member. She shot me a look, one that was hard on the nerves. She always tested me, ever since I took my Mother’s position as the reactor tech. Makes sense, considering this job is what took my Mom from me. And as far as my Dad goes, no news. Nopony really knows who he is. My Mom had an alcohol problem, and slept around. It could be any stallion, and she simply forgot. It made me a bastard foal. Something that was tough to live with. Something that got me taunted through my school years.

Breaking me out of the stare was Cherry, tapping me on the shoulder. “Hey! You good?”

“Uh… yeah. Fine.” I shrugged it off, starting to head for the reactor room. Garcia trailed closely at my side, trying to gauge what was wrong. I could tell, by the way her eyes were burning a hole through my skull.

“By the way, your cake should be settled by the time you come back with me to the bakery!” Cherry smiled, trying to turn my mind onto something else.

Looking over, I scoffed, “Yeah? You actually made one? You didn’t have to, you know. You have other customers.”

“You’re not a customer, Cake! You’re my friend. My best friend, at that.” She bumps me, nearly sending me off balance.

Stumbling a little, I snickered, shaking my head. “Alright, if you insist.” Before we knew it, we got to the reactor room. Glancing around, I checked to make sure nopony was near. Then, once confirmation was ensured, I opened the door. “Go go go…” I waved Cherry inside, before stepping in myself. Locking the door behind us, I sighed. “Alright. Now here’s the tough part.”

“I thought that was the tough part?” Cherry cocked her head.

Moving to a rack with hazmat suits, I shook my head. “Nope. You need to put one of these on.” I tossed her one, sitting so I could watch her.

Starting to slowly pull it on, she grunts. “Don’t you need one too?”

“Nope. My body doesn’t react to the excited magi-tomic energy in the air.” I wave a hoof. “Dunno why, but it doesn’t.”

“Huh…” She fits the respirator mask over her head, and I seal the suit, starting the circulation of air. Once ready, she stomps the metal shoes of the suit against the floor. “Good to go!” Her voice is garbled through the respirator, but clear enough.

Heading to the decontamination room, it seals behind us. Misting us with a germ-scrub solution, we’re then dried off. Then, without any further delay, we walk right through, into the reactor room. The reactor itself is a technological wonder. A Balefire reactor, one of the only subjects of its kind. Most other Stable reactors rely on magi-tomic fusion. Thus, they need their core replaced eventually. However, a Balefire reactor is a perpetual magic machine. A self-sustaining dark magic reaction, exothermic, and highly radioactive. It looked like a giant metal sphere, suspended by a series of green-glowing wires, with a thrumming, bright emerald mass swirling within.

“Welcome to where the magic happens.” I motioned to the generator. “My maintenance typically consists of dark energy ventilation, sorting, and purification.” Moving to a few tubes lining the walls, three on each side, I pulled large red levers on their sides. “Using these, more or less, vacuum-based traps, I suck the excess dark energy from the reaction, and trap them in specialized battery housing.” I demonstrate, tapping on a tube swirling with green-blue energy. Then, turning a wheel on the tube, I initiate the exchange. The energy excites, then decelerates, and solidifies into bright gold strands. Pure solar fusion energy. A primitive mocking of Celestia’s godly power, in the quick of my hoof. “And… voila. Pure, unfiltered celestial energy. Ready to be cycled into an empty core. This is a gross oversimplification of the process, but… I don’t think you could really get it without years of education. Like me.”

“That’s insane! I never knew this is what you did!” Cherry sounded astonished, staring intently at the raw fusion energy.

I nodded, patting the tube. “That’s pretty much it. Do that for every tube, and it’s exchanged. Easy stuff. Those cores are cleaner and last longer.”

She and I spent the next hour or two talking and ventilating the reactor. She quizzed me on just about everything I knew, regarding magi-tomic energy at least. I’d never had anypony else be as interested in it as I was, it was refreshing. However, just as we were getting ready to leave, single file through the decontamination room, I heard something. Before I entered the room with her, my ears twitched, and Cherry looked at me through the bulkhead door. “You okay?”

“I heard something. We shouldn’t have any other unauthorized life signs in the room. It’s protocol.” I kept my voice down, eyebrows furrowing. Then, I closed the bulkhead, squinting as I turned around.

Cherry banged a hoof on the door, looking through the window. “Cake?! What’s going on??” Her voice was heavily muffled, but audible.

Looking back, I yelled through the door. “Stay here, and stay safe! I’m gonna find what’s crawling around in here!” “Cake! No! C’mon! This is a job for security!” She bangs on the door. Unfortunately for her, my curiosity was getting the better of me.

The reactor room didn’t have much in the way of weapons. For defense or no. But, a screwdriver should do the trick. I’ve read a few comics where a good screwdriver to the eye was more or less a low-end lobotomy. I didn’t wanna kill anypony, so a lobotomy would have to do. However, I found the origin of the sound. One of the metal panels on the wall of the room had been moved, revealing a long, dark corridor.

I hesitated, but I made my way within. Using my horn to light my way, a cold breeze blew over my body as the panel suddenly shut. And locked.

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dr-trafalgar-law · 11 months ago

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Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader CW : Pet Loss

Business at the hospital had picked up recently. It felt like everyday there was an emergency patient coming in. Some were established patients and some were walk-ins. Chopper had finished his short training at the reception desk and was now doing the rest of his externship in internal medicine with Dr. Newgate. Needless to say, you were feeling a little overwhelmed with work.

At least Azul was doing better with her physical therapy and coming to work with you everyday. She got plenty of attention and exercise.

This particular day was no different. The phone was ringing off the hook, emails were piling up and you'd had two emergency walk-ins, the second of which was crashing when they entered the building.

You made a stat page and ran around the desk taking the cat from the client to get him to the treatment area or a technician - whichever you made it to first. Bepo came bounding out of IMed and swept the carrier out of your hands.

“Distressed breathing!” Was all you managed to get out before the mink was running back to treatment.

You turned back to the frantic elderly woman that brought him in. Betty was an established client. Her kitty Stevie had been coming to the practice to be treated by Dr. Newgate long before your time at Phoenix Rising.

Stevie had a multitude of medical issues that had Betty stopping in to fill medications at least every other week. He was an elderly flame point Siamese that she rescued in an alley when he was just a kitten.

“I've never seen him like this.” She cried as you wrapped your arms around her.

“It's alright, Dr. Newgate is looking at him now. We'll take good care of him.” You rubbed her back and guided her into an exam room to calm down.

After getting her seated you took a box of tissues from the cabinet and placed it in the chair next to her. Betty wiped her eyes and adjusted her glasses as she told you how she'd found Stevie twelve years ago. He was a feral kitten and in many ways still was. He didn't like being handled, even by Betty. You'd heard this story many times before, but nodded along like it was the first time because it calmed her down. As she was nearing the end of her tale Bepo stepped into the room.

“I'm sorry,” he nodded toward you, “Dr. Newgate will be in shortly. I just needed to get some information from Mrs. Daniels.”

“Sure,” you turned to Betty, “I'll be at reception if you need anything.”

Using the back door of the exam room you stepped into the treatment area to see Marco closing the door to the oxygen kennel where he'd placed Stevie. The blonde shook his head as he approached.

“Can you please get the euthanasia paperwork ready for him? I'm going to have a tough conversation with Betty-yoi.”

“There's nothing you can do?” You frowned.

“Even I have limits F/N,” he smiled softly, “we've talked about this.”

Dr. Newgate happened to possess a very special devil fruit. Not many knew about it - having a devil fruit was still fairly taboo. Most people with devil fruits had ties to the great pirate era. Though that time was mostly over, you definitely didn't want the government to know if you had one. Those who were known were documented and kept track of. You weren't entirely sure in what capacity, since you yourself didn't have one, but you'd never tell on those who did.

Marco used his power sparingly at work. He'd told you many times that death was a fate he couldn't change. Small wounds and minor illnesses were one thing, bringing a patient from the fringes of the afterlife was another. You hadn't seen him use the fruit in its full glory but you'd heard stories from his brothers, Ace and Thatch.

There was a reason the hospital was called Phoenix Rising.

Once you had the paperwork ready you reentered the exam room to speak to Betty. Part of your job, unfortunately, was helping clients make the most difficult but most humane decisions for their pets. Humane euthanasia allowed them to say goodbye with dignity and end their suffering. It had been hard for you at first but over the years you'd developed the simplest, most comforting way to go over after care.

After choosing a cremation package and urn, more fond stories and tears you had Bepo bring Stevie in for his final goodbye. Betty thanked you for finally giving her the closeness his feral nature never allowed and you stepped out of the room into the treatment area. Taking a deep breath you pushed back tears.

“I don't envy you for that,” Shachi stepped away from the doctors as they were rounding in a departmental transfer.

“You're the ones that do the hard part.” You stood at one of the computers to input Stevie’s aftercare information.

“People are the hard part.” He chuckled, patting your shoulder, “Coffee is on me later, ok?”

“Sure, thanks.” You nodded offering a small smile.

“Shouldn't you be prepping the next case, Shachi?” Dr. Trafalgar called sternly.

“I'm going, I'm going.” The redhead muttered heading back to the surgery wing.

“Are they ready for me to go back in-yoi?” Dr. Newgate stepped away from the surgeon.

“Give her ten minutes, she's happy to hold him for a while.”

Marco palmed your shoulder as he moved past you, “I'll check on her in a bit then.”

It was hard to say how you felt after guiding a client through that process. Sometimes it was joyous - a celebration of life. This time the rest of your shift would definitely be somber.

Goodbyes are always hard, even when you're a bystander.

The day carried on at a pace you didn't much care for. When your break finally rolled around you decided to take it outside. The weather had cooled down quite a bit, so you sat bundled up on a blanket in a patch of grass across the parking lot from the clinic with Azul curled up in your lap. It was a calm cloudy day, your favorite. You quietly enjoyed your sandwich and rubbed Azul’s ears taking the time to relax and reset.

A warm to-go coffee cup sat on your desk with your initials scrolled across. It wasn't from Sanji’s Café, so you knew it wasn't from Dr. Newgate. Shachi must've made good on his promise. As you picked it up to take a drink the redhead stepped into the lobby with a cup of his own in hand.

“What the heck F/N? I wasn't kidding when I said coffee was on me today.” He held up the cup with Sanji's logo.

“I thought this was from you?” You looked at him confused.

“So you didn't?”

“Nope. Maybe Dr. Newgate stopped somewhere else on his way back from lunch today.” You murmured, analyzing the cup in your hand.

“He hasn't left property today.” He frowned, “I told Penguin I was getting you some - he's probably trolling me.”

“Well, it's not like I won't accept the one you got me.” You chuckled, “I can put it in the fridge and have it tomorrow. Or the way today is going, maybe a little later on.”

“Oh,” he perked up, “I guess that's true. I'll put it away for you.”

Business continued as usual after lunch. Things stayed steady enough to keep your mind off the morning. It was one of the few days you couldn't wait to clock out. A cold beer, a book and puppy snuggles were waiting to cure you from the stress of the day. When that time finally came you made your way back to the ward in the surgery wing to get your girl.

She roamed around in the ward while you cleaned out and wiped down the kennel she'd spent the day in.

“You're as ready to go home as I am huh, sweet girl?”

You stepped on the lever that lifted the lid to the aluminum trash can in the corner of the room, eyes going wide as you caught sight of the coffee cup sitting in the bottom of the bin. It matched the one that had been left at your desk after lunch but the initials on the cup were L.D.T.

#lyndsyh24 #one piece #slow burn #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #x reader #18+ mdni #marco the phoenix #fem reader #puppy love

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soaringonblackwings · 8 months ago

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Crow’s Pokémon team.

Please note that I am taking into account egg moves, tutor moves, and TM/TR moves when making move sets (I am ignoring Legends Arceus moves). Nothing is off the table, I don’t really care about competitive rules for the most part. Movesets will be influenced by my personal preferences. (Ex: I hate recoil moves so they will be ignored). I am going to consider hidden abilities too. I am not going to consider held items for the most part since my knowledge on them are limited to Leftovers only. Same with natures, I am not knowledgeable on that.

So onwards!

Corviknight (Flying/Steel)

Ability: Mirror Armor

Moveset: Hone Claws, Roost, Steel Wing, Drill Peck.

Extra: Corviknight helps Crow the most with his Blackbird Delivery service. This is the mon that typically goes second after his other mons to gain the Baton Pass effects.

Drifblim (Ghost/Flying)

Ability: Aftermath

Moveset: Minimize, Stockpile, Baton Pass, Protect

Extra: Crow caught this Drifblim as a Drifloon when it was trying to kidnap a child. He knows the stories about this Pokémon and is not a fan of them. He is happy that it helps with his delivery job.

Togekiss (Fairy/Flying)

Ability: Serene Grace

Item: King Rock

Moveset: Air Slash, Ancient Power, Double Team, Baton Pass

Extra: This is one of his strongest mons but it also hates fighting. It mostly stays behind and watches the kids.

Honchkrow (Dark/Flying)

Ability: Super Luck

Moveset: Night Slash, Air Cutter, Sucker Punch, Acrobatics

Extra: Crow met this birdie as a Murkrow during one of his stings against Sector Security. Ever since, it just kind of hung around with Crow.

Oricorio (Pom-Pom - Electric/Flying)

Ability: Dancer

Moveset: Revelation Dance, Quiver Dance, Air Slash, Baton Pass

Extra: Crow found this Pokémon as an egg. Usually stays with the kids and cheers from the sidelines. Having an electric type in Satellite is a huge boon.

Maushold (Normal - Family of four)

Ability: Technician

Moveset: Population Bomb, Tidy Up, Aerial Ace, Baton Pass

Extra: Stays behind with the kids. If it wasn’t for Maushold, the garage would be a mess. Of course I would give Crow the family Pokémon.

Happiny (Normal)

Ability: Fiend Guard

Moveset: Heal Bell, Hyper Voice, Protect, Seismic Toss

Extra: Yes, this is a level 100 Happiny. It is comedically strong has insane physical strength. Loves playing with the kids.

Leavanny (Bug/Grass)

Ability (Overcoat)

Moveset: Leaf Blade, Protect, Baton Pass, Calm Mind

Extra: I can’t believe I forgot to give this Pokémon to Crow. Is left behind on the island with the kids. Leavanny is the one that travels with the kids to the city. Crow met this one when it was fully evolved. Crow doesn’t know much about its past, but welcomed them into the group. Crow was happy to have more help caring for the children.

Leavanny’s backstory is that is was abandoned by its previous trainer when it expressed interest in things other than battles. It mostly fights for self-defense or when no other option is available.

I tried giving as many Pokémon Baton Pass to emulate the Blackwings ability to special summon themselves on the field when another Blackwing is present.

Oricorio, Maushold, Leavanny, and Happiny are not a part of the main team. These four stayed behind in Satellite with Martha and the kids. Though Oricorio flies over to Neo Domino to visit, trading places with Togekiss.

Crow tends to keep his Pokémon out of their pokeballs. When he moves to Neo Domino he has to keep his bigger mons in pokeballs at all time due to rules. Only exception is on private property or if Corviknight and Drifblim is helping him with work.

Crow could work at a pokemon daycare. He would be good with baby pokemon much to everyone’s surprise.

#crow hogan #yugioh 5ds #ygo 5ds #pokemon #since i can’t find my original post here’s a new one #I love making Pokémon teams #adding pictures is a hassle #so I didn’t do it #crow thoughts #poketeam

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gingerbeardmansim · 9 months ago

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Beck's little brother, Carson moved in with Ace and Beck soon after they bought their home in Ciudad Enamorado, as he landed a job as an installation technician with ECO Green, LLC. in Vista Hermosa. Today he had some difficult news to share with them... but he told Brandon, Ace's nephew first, who was also living with Ace and Beck.

BRANDON - "You seem upset, Carson, what up?

CARSON - "Yeah, I was let go from my job today. "

BRANDON - "Damn, that's bad, what happened?

CARSON - "I messed up another installation job. I'm just worried that Beck will not let me stay here, if I can't pay rent."

BRANDON - "He's your brother, of course he will."

#CarsonHightower #BrandonTierney #AceNBeck #Ciudad Enamorada #TS4 #GaySims #\GaySimblr

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kopawz · 2 years ago

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what up gamers it's wip wednesday and the girls are FIGHTINGGGGGG

He was staring with mild alarm, but to Chai, it felt like he was glaring daggers through him,

"...How do you know that."

Chai pointed at him, as if he should have known, "You're the one who told me!"

"No I didn't?!" His pitch was slightly higher with indignance.

"What, so your A.I. got the information wrong?"

"No, but–" Kale paused, before pinching the bridge of his nose, "I'd rather you not interrogate parts of my personal history out of it."

"Interrogate? Do I look like–?" Chai huffed, disappointed in him, "Dude. We were just playing a game of 20 questions, and it just came up in the game."

"...You convinced an A.I. of myself," Kale paused, still not wanting to believe what he was hearing, "...To play a game of 20 questions with you."

"Yep. He was trying to get info out of me, too– but," Chai tapped his temple, "Can’t get nothing outta me. I don’t crack."

Peppermint looked over her shoulder from offering the poor frazzled technician a glass of water, "And then you brought it all up anyway, while watching a kid's movie and painting your nails." She sits back on the bed, snickering at Chai’s offended gasp of a reaction.

"CNMN did an awesome job on my nails, thank you very much," He pointed across the room at her, displaying said red nails– "They didn't even chip during the fight."

Her response was flat, "Sure. Because that's the most important thing you got out of this, Chai."

"Exaaactly." He glanced at his hand and the painted nails. His eyes followed up to his wrist, where the two bands he was given rest. …Nervous. Yeah, right. He's handling this meeting very well, actually.

Looking a bit more to his left, Kale had picked up a pencil and started writing again.

Chai leaned over on the sofa, craning his neck to see what he was pencilling down, "...Wouldn't it be easier if you typed all that up with a keyboard, instead?"

Kale hadn't looked up from writing, "Yes, but apparently I'm not allowed technology privileges."

He briefly glanced up at the technician's goggled gaze,

"Thanks, Buffy." Sarcasm coated his tone.

"You’re welcome!" He muffles out as he wipes the last of his muffin from his face and onto his sleeve, "It's just inmate patient protocol– can't have you being known to the public if you get your hands on anything with a signal."

Sighing, Kale flexed his metal hand. This temp body had nowhere near as much articulation as the original. He missed the claws that not only had multipurpose utility, but looked intimidatingly good. He ignored the dissonance, and continued jotting down a laughably incorrect chapter of his life story.

"...It's better I write like this, anyway. Good to move my hands often. Practice for when I'm in the real deal again."

"See?" Buffet smiled, tossing the muffin's wrapper into the bin beside the door, "You get something out of this after all, and so did I."

"Of course," Kale coldly remarks without thinking, "I'm sure you've been getting a big laugh from my suffering."

"What?... No," Buffet frowned at him. He pats his stomach, "I meant breakfast… You think so little of your fellow man, man."

The technician tsk'd with disappointment, and decided to stop hugging the wall. He walked over to a work bench beside a one-way window, opposing the door.

The window had a generous view of a sizable chunk of the residential district…

"Hm…" Chai got up from the paper-infested sofa, vaulted himself over Kale’s bed (startling him and making the man swear under his breath) and peeked above the AC unit at the distant buildings.

"Hey, you didn't see me getting my ass kicked–" He peeked back over his shoulder, "Did you, Kale?"

Kale hummed, before scrunching his nose and shaking his head, "Not really,”

“I remember the power flickering out briefly, and seeing what looked like a light show going off in the distance on top of one of the apartment buildings."

"It was giving me a headache, so I shut the blinds." He shrugged, reaching for another empty sheet of paper, "No more than that.”

Chai blinked, confused– "Oh. I just thought you'd be more excited to see your weird… pet project at work."

"First of all–" Kale glared daggers at him, jabbing a clunky finger down to press on the wooden table.

“It wasn’t some *pet project*, it could have been my magnum opus,” He notes with a particularly sharp scrawl of pencil across paper, “If you had thought with your head instead of your guitar for once.”

This fucking guy.

“You–?!” Chai stifles a laugh and rests his back against the AC in the window, before frowning at him, “You seriously thought I'd just live with your dumbass A.I. turning all of my dreams into nightmares?”

“Hell no.” He glowered at him, crossing his arms. Chai continues to ignore the rattling of his right by holding it just a bit tighter than the other one.

“Look–” Kale pinched the bridge of his nose, irritated, “I have no idea why the hell it insisted on some lofty, overdramatic revenge scheme of haunting you instead of running as a background process,"

He rolled his eyes, gesturing dismissively to Chai, "Clearly, you broke it somehow.”

Chai didn't notice he had raised his voice, "Oh! So now it's suddenly my problem!"

"Yes!" Kale shouts back–

He sighed an angry breath out of his nose, frustrated to be losing what remained of his composure, and lowered his voice,

"...Okay, so there may have been some minor problems with the program I didn't account for."

"Minor problems?" Peppermint raised her brows, gesturing at the window, "You were planning on using it to mind control everybody that used your tech, dumbass."

"Fond of that phrase, aren't you?" Kale snips, explaining himself with a tired excuse, "For fuck’s sake, I was going to be helping them make better consumer decisions!"

She leaned back on her seat at the edge of the bed, "–Better, huh? Yeeeeah, I'm sure that's what made it easier for you to sleep at night. You literally mind controlled mom for three years you piece of shit–!"

…808 wiggled off Peppermint’s shoulder, and hopped down from the hospital bed. She stalked over to Chai, and leapt onto his shoulder–

She buried her face into the side of his hair with folded ears. 808’s fur was bristling, lashing her tail in annoyance.

"Oh." Chai patted her on the head sympathetically, before deciding this probably isn’t his shouting match to have.

"...The cat usually doesn't accompany Miss Mint's visits, see. They're always this loud."

Chai turned to face who said that, and noticed that the technician was staring at him from the workbench. The funny goggles gave his discomforting gaze more emphasis. After a moment, he turned back to his work, letting the shouting match continue.

Kale, more than happy to insist on having the last word, continued his argument, "...All I'm saying is that it took ages to get the lofty concept of actual artificial intelligence actually working,"

"Hours of recorded data was transferred each night at midnight to let Spectra be on par with the head subject's–” He brought his hand to his chest; Kale must have been referring to himself, "Mental fortitude."

"Mental fortitude?" Peppermint squinted at him, before shaking his head, "Kale, I think it just inherited your dogshit personality–"

"Nice pun."

"That’s–" She groaned, shoving at the wooden table, "NOT WHAT I MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT–"

"WATCH THE DRINK, YOU’RE GOING TO SPILL IT–"

"I'LL GET YOU ANOTHER ONE YOU BIG BABY–!"

Chai decided he would rather tune out the circling argument.

He moved to hold 808 in his arms, and headed over to the workbench himself. He wanted to take a peek at whatever this techie was doing.

#hi fi rush #hi-fi rush

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