#no gender

[yournonbinarypal]

[idiotmf]

Bunny hybrid? Nah. Hare hybrid.

NSFW, MDNI

Listen. Listen...

I like the cutesy Bunny hybrids just as much as anyone else but hear me out:

Hare hybrid.

A goddamn hare hybrid that's just so done with shit, no cutesy behavior, no sweet courting.

Just straight up unrelenting marathon breeding. It opens the door to so many more amazing stories.

I don't know why but I just can't imagine a bunny to be dominant? But a hare?

Lmao yea, dude's done with your shit and just wants to fuck you until he's satisfied. He doesn't care if that ruins your pretty little hole, heck, if you keep whining he'll fuck your throat to shut you up.

By the end you're on the verge of passing out, covered in ungodly amounts of his cum and then he'll drop the “you get a five minute break before I fuck your hole again” line and you regret the life choices you made that led up to this point.

OR!!

Hare reader.

Imagine being the person that's done with people's shit.

Bonus points if you're domming the big bad scary werewolf and reduce him to a tied up, bumbling mess while you're bouncing on his huge cock as if it's nothing.

By the end he better beg for mercy and you know you ain't taking shit. You're gonna stop when you feel like it, no amount of cum inside you will stop you from demanding more until your heat subsides.

He is your plaything and you will let him know it.

I'm definitely adding both of these to the idea pile. With my lack of self-control when it comes to writing smut, I'm probably already typing something up.

[pawsthatcausechaos]

"are you a boy or a girl?"

I'm a cat and I'll bite you if you touch me, that's all you need to know

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Can we get a poly!plastics where they all just keep riling Reader up the entire day at school? 😭😭😭 I know they’re menaces… like, Regina randomly pulling R in the janitors closet to make out and then just leaving

Skip Class For...

|| poly!plastics x reader

|| Warnings; smut, edging, public-ish sex, orgasm, car sex, little dialogue, little descriptions, no gender reader, short drabble

|| Summary; the girls spend the day getting reader worked up, pulling aside for quick sessions.

Requests open!

Started; February 21st

Finished; February 22nd

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Your girlfriends didn't make school easy. The amount of times they'd rile you up in a day was ridiculous. Let alone a week. Today was no different than any other day.

It was between classes, giving you fifteen minutes to get from one class to the other and Regina made damn sure to use each minute of that time. Regina had gotten you and pulled you into the janitors closet, her lips to yours the second that soft click of the lock filled the room.

The blonde had you pushed up against the wall, hands moving to unbutton your shirt while her lips feverishly danced with yours. You kissed back with the same amount of feverish hunger, your tongue finding its way past her lips. Her hands reaching into your shirt, trailing your skin. Earning soft little moans from you.

Unfortunately for you, the bell rang not too long after the two of you had just been getting started. Regina fixed herself up, giving you a wink before leaving you in the janitor closet to catch your breath.

"Damn it," you almost whimpered. Leave it to Regina to have you desperate and wanting for more.

The next transition period had been no different than the last, only this time it was Gretchen who had snuck you off to one of the corners in the school. This time you had her up against the wall, going at a light grind against her leg. Soft, quiet moans leaving the both of you as you each held a hand over the other's mouth. A poor, desperate attempt at keeping quiet.

Gretchen was a little kinder to you than Regina had been, staying behind an extra minute or two after the bell. Bringing you both to release.

Finally, before the last class of the day, Karen had taken you off this time. Bringing you out to your car, saying something about how the two of you should skip.

You definitely didn't mind that. Skipping class for car sex with Karen? Absolutely.

By the end of the day, the other two had found you and Karen still in your car. With you on top of her, a sheepish smile across your lips when your eyes locked with Regina. Karen was just in complete bliss, smiling at the others.

"Hiii~" Karen said through a couple of breaths, Regina rolled her eyes while Gretchen giggled.

"At least call us, I'd skip class for sex," Regina said as her and Gretchen got into the car. It was definitely squishy, but you made it work. Somehow.

[lofty-darlings-thoughts]

Imagine you and you're s/o cuddling...

(Sfw!)

Like imagine you just got home from work or school and you're just ready to pass out and your lovely s/o just welcomes you with open arms.

You've already kicked off your shoes and discarded anything you had to lug around all day, dropping everything the minute you got home to be snuggled up with your dearest.

No words, no ulterior motives, just curling up in bed with them to rest and give your aching limbs a break.

Finally after some time they finally speak, saying how happy they are to see you and saying how proud of you they are.

All finished off with a nice kiss on the head before you both finally take a nice long nap.

Everything else can wait for a few hours, for now you can rest with the one you love<3

A small ramble I thought of when I should be sleeping lol -Darling

[alana-celeste-luna]

[roach-whiskey]

I’d love to casually remind you all that in the Good Omens book, The Almighty didn’t say that Aziraphale wasn’t gay because he didn’t like men, but because angels are sexless unless they make a specific effort to choose otherwise.

Aka, she basically just said “He would be gay, but he’s not a man soo…”

This ineffable homosexuality 💀💀✨🏳️‍🌈👍

[sluxt444]

Red Terror

Dragon! Kirishima x Human!reader

being a curious dragon was one thing, falling head over heels for a human is another. But this dragon didn’t care, you caught his interest and he lovessss new things.

btw dragons age everyday, rather than every year.

The dragons have been around for ages, even before humans. They didn’t understand how humans worked, confusion roamed through the dragons veins. But curiosity ran through one Dragon, he was infatuated with humans, his confusion only made him more eager.

Especially when they were able to turn Into humans, infatuation grew more and more for that specific dragon. And then he met a human, who’s passed out on the ground, he believed that the human was asleep, so he sat and waited and waited and waited. It’s okay! He’s patient! But now he’s hungry so he scooped up the human and put them on his back

He’s traveling with the human like they’re a backpack, he didn’t mind! Humans don’t weigh that much to this dragon. He stalked and killed his prey, making sure the human doesn’t come near the ground, gotta keep them clean!

Then he forgot where he found the human, so he brought the human home. And protected them from other dragons, he yelled, fought, killed. All for his backpack human?

And once the fighting settled down, the human awoke. Beautiful eyes, such small hands, no scales? And that’s when the dragons safe haven came crashing down, the human panicked, and quickly got off the dragon.

The human panicked and panicked as the Dragon tried his best on soothing them, which the panic came to a sudden halt and the Human realizing that the dragon was just curious, and didn’t pose a threat.

Soon after, the human befriended the Dragon answering whatever questions the Dragon asked, vice versa for the Dragon. They were never away from each other , and Dragon’s live up to eternity, which the Dragon believed about the human.

The Dragon started to fall in love with the human, madly in love. Wanting to spend millions with the human, the Dragon decided to bind their souls together, worse case scenario they die, they’ll never be alone. They’ll have each other.

Then there’s been a war, the Dragons Vs Humans war. Right when he had the courage to ask the human out, as he learned from the human. His human was killed.

His. Human. Was. Gone?!

So many emotions plumped through him, he didn’t understand what’s going on, why is his human bleeding? Why didn’t he do anything?

His eyes never left the scene, usually dragons would’ve shaken something like that off, but the human was just laying there. Just like when he found them.

That’s when he felt it. His eyes burned. His vision got blurry, his head was spinning, his face fell wet from his own tears. He grabbed the human and instead of putting them on his back, he held them close.

Maybe if he squeezed them tight enough they’ll awake! But he out every squeeze more blood pooled out of the human and onto his bare chest. Trying to keep the human’s body warm with his heat. Since like the human once commented he was ‘hot like a furnace’ no clue what that was. But if the Human said it. He believes it.

As time passed the Human just didn’t wake up, and that’s when it clicked to him. The human was dead. And he didn’t protect them.

By the hands of his own kind?? How could that be.. everything was so good! He couldn’t accept this, he didn’t want to end like this. But he couldn’t leave your body to rot. He didn’t want to give the human that ending, he needed to let the human rest properly.

And he did, the human’s burial was the hardest thing he’s ever done, he’s saying goodbye without even saying hello.

He remembered the way the Human panicked their first meet, and him just telling the human, ‘Wait-! Don’t leave!’ and the human left. Leaving him to explore all by himself.

.

.

.

Later on , well decades later. The Dragon felt determined to find the human again, he has too. They’re bonded together, practically soulmates!!

But now there’s been a thing called ‘quirks’ because some human mated with a dragon and that lead to it being a human with weird abilities, powers at that! Then that passed on to almost everyone.

The Dragon wondered if his human had a ‘quirk’ or not. And that’s when it hit him, how the hell was he gonna find HIS human in a society of HUMANS, he didn’t really think that one through all the way.

Well minus human hunting the Dragon has been keeping himself occupied! On his 7,300 birthday (20th) he joined some weird organization, and he got an ID, he doesn’t understand these things, like why would he need to prove verification if he’s right in front of the person ?

Remember that organization I mentioned? Yeah so, all the leaders somehow died and let’s say that Dragon took over. By default. And he hired people!! He made buddies!

Turns out he wasn’t the only dragon, there’s Bakugou, who’s very stubborn, Mina, who’s very stylish, Sero, who’s very stoned, Denki who’s very stupid and Jirou, who’s very musical because the Dragon couldn’t find any word that started with an S for her.

The Dragon told his buddies his lore and how he’s trying to find his human, and surprisingly his buddies were willing to help! Phew! That’s easy now he can find his human in no time right?!

“Is the human even born.” And that question left the Dragon puzzled, the human could be 1,095 (3 years) old right now!! What the hell, he doesn’t know anything about this human.

So! He came to an idea to kidnap anyone who reminds him of the human! Especially find people who are sleeping on the floor, that’s how he found you.

And that went on for decades, and he could find nobody who reminds him of his human. He thanked his buddies for help but it’s time for him to adventure on his own.

He said his goodbyes and went on search for his human.

Mind you, he has no idea who his human is, where they’re located, or anything. But then he saw you.

That’s his human. He set his mind on it. And then he kidnapped you!! On your 6,935th (19th) birthday! You were fast asleep like he found you before.

And when you woke up, you panicked, quirkless, clueless, didn’t know what the hell he’s talking about. He keeps talking about a ‘human’. You tried to defend yourself but he clearly overpowered you, begging you to just listen to him.

The human- you! Gave him a name.

And that name was Eijiro Kirishima.

And he was YOUR dragon. No matter how long it’ll take he’ll be yours again.

[yellmelon]

v'lhr noidm ♡♡♡

[maymaylyn]

Spicy Frank Woods Sinpit

I am considering this a stand alone fic. WARNING this is smut/ no gender

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Frank hasn’t slept like this in—

Fuck.

He doesn’t even know how long.

Maybe never.

It’s deep. Heavy. A kind of sleep that doesn’t come easy to a man like him, a man whose body is wired for war, for constant movement, for fighting. But this—this—is different.

He’s warm.

The sheets are soft, twisted around his legs, and the golden morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a glow over his naked skin.

And fuck—he feels good.

Better than good. He feels light. Like his body isn’t weighed down by years of war and violence and shit he’d rather not think about.

But there’s something else.

A sensation that pulls him from the heavy haze of sleep, something wet, something hot, something—

Oh, fuck.

His breath catches.

His muscles lock up for half a second before melting as he opens his eyes, blinking against the sunlight, his brain still sluggish with sleep.

And then—

“Jesus Christ—”

His head tips back, lips parting as a deep, guttural groan tears out of his throat.

Because fuck.

Fuck.

You’re on him.

Your mouth wrapped around him, tongue lazily swirling over the head, slow, teasing, like you’ve got all the time in the world.

And you don’t even realize he’s awake yet.

His hand flies to your hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands, grip tight, but not to pull you away—fuck, no. He’s holding on for dear life.

His hips twitch, a sharp breath leaving him as you take him deeper, your mouth hot and wet and so fucking perfect that he damn near loses it right then and there.

“Jesus, baby,�� he grits out, voice still thick with sleep, low and wrecked. “You tryna kill me first thing in the morning?”

You pause.

And oh, that’s the worst part—because he can feel your lips curve into a smug little smile before you sink down further, taking more of him, slow and unforgiving.

His breath shudders.

“Holy—fucking—shit.”

Your eyes flick up, meeting his, and fuck, you’re enjoying this. That little mischievous glint in your gaze, the way your hands are gripping his thighs, the way you look so fucking innocent despite the fact that you’re currently sucking his soul out through his dick—

“Christ, sweetheart,” he rasps, his fingers tightening in your hair. “You tryna kill me or what?”

You hum around him.

And fuck—he feels it.

His abs clench, his breath stutters, his free hand flying to grip the sheets because holy fuck, he’s not gonna survive this.

“That’s what I thought,” you murmur when you finally pull off him, voice thick with amusement, your tongue darting out to tease him, slow and lazy, your nails raking lightly up his thighs. “Big, tough soldier can’t handle a little love first thing in the morning?”

Frank laughs.

A real laugh—deep and gravelly and still sleep-warm.

Then his grip tightens in your hair, and in the next second—

You’re on your back.

His weight covers you, his mouth crashing to yours, his hands everywhere, and fuck—

If you wanted to wreck him first thing in the morning—

He’s about to return the favor.

.

.

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[tommys-little-writing-corner]

My doctor says I’m ill and the only thing that’ll cure me is if you write something about Shang Tsung

Note: If you're ill, then my recommendation is simple--

Another Note: KIDDING!!! Love ya lots, Mango!!!

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Shang Tsung Headcanons -- A Huckster's Love

》 Just a little ramble about our favorite huckster, Shang Tsung. The little meow-meow... what went from being simple to now possibly just a whole oneshot fic in the form of bullet points. 》 Notes: Gender Neutral Reader, Typical Canon, Broke Ass Hoes, Fruitier Than Fruit Cake, Mortal Kombat 1 Spoilers Ahead-- You've Been Warned 》 Word Count: 700+ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

Meeting the man himself, before he became a sorcerer thanks to Damanshi's help, was rather interesting

While Liu Kang deemed that Shang Tsung would live a life of misery, to pay for the pain he had done in previous timelines, he did not consider the possibility of someone changing what he had planned

Shang would live life begging for coin, in rags, and maybe die in the streets with no coin to his name

As Shang finished his daily beatings from the local angry villagers (with pitchforks no less), you came along to drag his worn body back to the shop-- creating a sort of companionship neither one could put a name on

Before meeting Shang, you also struggled much like he did-- no family to your name, always on the run from officials and Umgadi alike

He didn't trust you at first, hesitant on your kindness from making sure he wasn't getting beat up in his sleep or continue sleeping outside

Shang did not trust you until you both agreed on a deal-- with the two of you clearly struggling, maybe there was a way to help one another

With your skills as a thief, you could steal not only high-quality materials for Shang to use for his false medicines to give them truth-- but other high value items as well such as jewelry and books

Shang would use whatever you found and give you a portion of the money he made, since you would keep some of the valuables you've found for yourself

This was your relationship for the next few years-- two people using tricks to meet end's meet

You would both wake a little before the sun rose, preparing yourselves for the day ahead

Sometimes you'd catch Shang trying to pull his long hair back into a bun, eyes examining how his hands-- covered in small cuts and bruises-- brushed loose strands back as he looked in the small mirror the makeup box offered him

Sometime's he would watch you get ready, admiring your bare back as muscles rolled and flexed while you put on your clothes for the day-- he admired your strength and tenacity, as you admired his cleverness and deceit

You both complimented and contrasted one another, almost balanced with one another as you would head out to collect more items for Shang to use or sell and he would use his charms to take money from those who would have it

Feelings for one another did not come about until things started to become... more casual with one another

The back of your hands would briefly brush up against one another more often, mumbling apologies whenever it occurred

Sometimes, though, those "accidents" would happen more often and sometimes linger, beckoning you to try another taste of his touch-- to feel his thin hand in your own

Other times came to sleep, whenever it got too cold during the night, Shang would suggest sharing the one bed to preserve warmth the best you two could

Sometimes, when your back is turned against him, you can feel the slow and steady breathing of his lungs in the state of sleep, a sign that he was alive.

Sometimes you could feel him shiver, and if he was asleep, bring him closer to you to help with the cold or was he simply faking it for attention, hmmm??? *(eyebrow raise and wiggle)*

When feelings began to become more obvious, as did the more accidents

But you both seem to understand that something was growing, something was blossoming beyond simple companionship

How to say it in words, you didn't know. Shang didn't know either.

It was something that neither one could ignore for long

So after years of it being "business" only to friends to now... whatever this was now

Everything felt right

Even though you were not rich like the kings of old, constantly remained on the move from village to village in Outworld, occasionally beaten by villagers

At the end of the day, when the moon stood high in the dark sky, pale light shining on the carriage, you two still had one another

Tending to one another's wounds, making light jokes about what happened, reminiscing about the past

The last thing you both would always see is each other's faces as you both lied down and dimmed the candle that served as light for the small room-- tired, exhausted, but happy

This was the huckster's love, before something much grander than your own home-- your own world-- intervened

[idiotmf]

Alien who loves your skin

NSFW, MDNI

Content: Fully gender neutral reader, slow fucking

Alien boyfriend who is obsessed with touching your skin. Bonus points if you have skin imperfections for him to be amazed about.

He gets super excited when you shave because “it's so smooth!!” But he also doesn't care if you don't, because, look! You can grow fur!

He endlessly traces scars, as if he's trying to feel every little thing, committing it to memory. 

Sometimes he touches your skin, then his own, and then yours again, marveling at how different you are. You're so soft, squishy, and cute!

He'll trace your skin while slowly thrusting into you, his claws carefully teasing your sensitive spots, making you writhe in pleasure and frustration at his slow pace. 

He's not an aggressive lover most of the time, but he does enjoy teasing you quite a lot—the look on your face when you can't get enough, the way your hips shake to try and get his alien cock deeper into you.

He'll let you wriggle for a while but then grabs your hips, his thumb-like claws softly stroking your skin as he holds you still for more slow torture. 

He loves the way your skin flushes as you moan out, and your voice is another thing he loves about you. 

Sometimes, he'll flip you over and fuck your hole from behind; it's something you showed him in the hopes he would go feral on you. It turns out he does love the position, but only because you make such cute mewling sounds when he doesn't give you what you want.

These days, he just slow-fucks you while sensually tracing your beautiful back and watching those cute goosebumps erupt all over your skin. 

He revels when your orgasm builds, your body writhing in need, trying so desperately to get more but he's denying you, pounding into your puffy hole for hours with excruciatingly slow movements, almost carefully so, but deep enough to hit all of your favorite spots. 

You don't know if it's despite the painfully slow pace or because of it, but every orgasm feels more shaking than the last, leaving you not only panting but wanting more, and he'll give you exactly that. His pace switches quickly, leaving you just enough time to let out a small yelp before he starts that punishing pace that makes you see stars, just before he cums inside of you, the slightly bioluminescent seed painting your beautifully smooth thighs, as he makes sure to touch your skin some more and let you know just how pretty you are, calling you his favorite star in the galaxy.

[zannilove]

Uncharted Moments

Word count — 1,018 Character(s): Caleb x non-descipt!reader Warnings: None Note: A little drabble for Caleb loosely based on this. I've been loving this man since he first appeared and I am beyond ecstatic to have him as a LI, not that ever doubted he would be. I purposely left out the "spicy" stuff to leave that up to reader's discretion.

The faint hum of the spaceship’s engines created a gentle vibration beneath you as you stepped into Caleb’s quarters. The air smelled faintly of him; clean, crisp, with a hint of something deeper, something that made your skin prickle in anticipation.

“You’re early,” he murmured, his violet eyes lifting from his holopad. A small smirk played on his lips, one that made your heart stumble in its rhythm. “I thought you’d be too tired after today’s mission.”

You crossed your arms, tilting your head. “And miss an opportunity to distract you? Not a chance.”

Caleb chuckled, setting his device aside before stretching his arms lazily, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the weight of the day. “You should know by now,” He leaned forward, his voice dipping lower, smooth like velvet. “…you’re never a distraction. You’re an exception.”

The words sent warmth curling through your chest, and maybe a little lower, too. You perched on the edge of his desk, nudging his arm with your knee. “So, what’s next on the fearless Colonel’s schedule?”

He let out a small, exaggerated sigh, pulling up the digital interface on his wrist. “Well, according to this very official itinerary, I should be responding to messages.” He leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. “But I think I’d rather spend that time on… something else.”

Your breath caught as his fingers traced an absentminded pattern against your thigh, the warmth of his touch seeping through the fabric, leaving a trail of tingling anticipation in its wake, like a teasing whisper. He was testing you, waiting. Caleb never rushed these things, he always made you lean in first, always made you crave it.

“And what if I asked you to stay on schedule?” you teased, though your voice betrayed you, already wavering.

His eyes darkened slightly, though his smirk remained. “Then I suppose I’d have to make my case.” His voice was smooth, but you could hear the challenge laced within it, sending a thrilling shiver down your spine. He tilted his head. “Persuasively.”

He didn’t close the distance right away. Instead, he let the moment stretch between you, electrified and charged, until you finally gave in and reached for him. The satisfied hum he gave was almost infuriating, almost, but then his lips met yours, and you decided you didn’t mind letting him win... this time.

As the ship drifted through deep space, time seemed to slow, and for once, Caleb abandoned his schedule entirely.

` ` `

Hours passed in a haze of whispered words and stolen kisses, the line between duty and indulgence blurring with every passing moment. His touch was unhurried, deliberate, as if savoring every moment, every inch of your skin beneath his fingertips. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine as his lips traced a slow path along your collarbone, lingering just enough to make you gasp before retreating.

When Caleb finally pulled away, it was only to press his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you. His fingers slid lazily along your waist, tracing delicate patterns as if memorizing the shape of you.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement, yet there was something softer beneath it, something unspoken. “I never deviate from my schedule like this.”

You smirked, though your heart was still racing. “Maybe you just needed a better reason to.”

He chuckled, his lips brushing your temple before his fingers ghosted over your bare skin again, leaving trails of warmth that made you shiver. “Maybe.”

He shifted, tucking you closer against him, the steady thrum of his heartbeat matching yours. Silence stretched between you, comfortable and full, until a sudden chime from his communicator interrupted the moment. Caleb groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder.

“That would be the fleet expecting me to check in.” His voice was laced with reluctant amusement.

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “You should probably check in. Wouldn’t want them thinking their leader has gone rogue.”

Caleb sighed dramatically before rolling over to retrieve his communicator. He flicked it open with practiced ease, his expression shifting into something more composed as he responded. “Colonel here. Status update?”

As the conversation unfolded, you watched him, admiring the ease with which he commanded respect. Even half-distracted, he was in control, every word calculated, every order precise. And yet, the moment he ended the call, that playful smirk returned.

“Now... where were we?”

You shook your head, laughing as he pulled you back down beside him, fingers tracing idle patterns against your spine. His body was warm against yours, anchoring you in the present moment, and as his lips found your shoulder, pressing slow, languid kisses along your skin, you knew neither of you were in any rush.

Caleb’s schedule could wait just a little longer.

` ` `

The next morning, you found yourself wrapped in the soft glow of the ship’s dawn cycle, Caleb’s arms still securely around you. His warmth seeped into your skin, the steady rise and fall of his breathing a quiet rhythm against your back. You sighed in contentment, enjoying the rare moment of stillness.

“We’re going to be late,” you murmured groggily, though you made no effort to move.

He hummed, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head, not bothering to open his eyes. “Let them wait.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real protest in you. His fingers skimmed lightly over your arm, feather-light, as if savoring every second before his duties inevitably called him away. You felt the teasing curve of his lips against your temple as he spoke again, voice still thick with sleep. “Unless, of course, you want to be the one to tell the fleet why their captain is indisposed.”

You laughed softly, turning in his arms to face him, meeting those violet eyes that still held traces of drowsy warmth. “I’m sure they’d understand.”

His smirk deepened, one hand trailing lazily down your spine. “I think I’d rather keep this reason to myself.”

For once, being off schedule didn’t seem like such a bad thing.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Okay okay so could you do a soulmate fic with Lena x reader? Or SuperCorp any pairing you’d like where they can see their soulmate in the mirror one night every Friday? You can take it how you want! Run or walk with the request!!

Tied Fate

|| Lena Luthor x soulmate!reader

|| Warnings; brief stalker mention, nervousness from both Lena and reader, reader has self doubt, fluffy, short drabble

|| Summary; when Lena holds a note to the mirror for reader, they finally meet each other.

Requests open!

Started; February 18th

Finished; February 18th

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A universe where everyone had a destined soulmate; you know who yours is. Being able to see her every Friday night in the mirror. She was stunning and you couldn't believe your destiny was tied to the Lena Luthor.

As much as you were excited, you couldn't help feeling nervous. To you she was way out of your league. Lena was absolutely beautiful, rich, powerful... everything you didn't think you were. How could the universe have paired you with someone like her when you were just- you?

This Friday night was different than the others. As you sat there, admiring Lena, she held up a note to you. One that made your eyes go wide.

Note; meet me at L-Corp, tomorrow morning, 11am.

Neither of you had even realized you could communicate with each other. Lena had been testing a theory of hers and, judging your reaction, it had worked. Previously, she had already figured out the two of you couldn't talk through the mirror. Having tried that, with you failing to understand her. So, this was her next option. Of course, Lena wasn't overly surprised that it worked. It seemed with the mirrors you could see anything the person on the other side was doing while present there. Making it reasonable to assume that holding a note would get a message across. Now all that was left was to wonder if you would show up at all. She was really, really hoping you would.

Despite whatever you may think about yourself, Lena loved you. She saw all the things about you that you couldn't and she couldn't wait to finally see you in person.

Time seemed to go by quickly. The next thing Lena knew, it was 11am the next day. With her pacing around her office, dressed in one of her nice work suits. Waiting quite impatiently for your arrival. Lena made sure to tell her assistant before hand that if you arrived, you were to be brought up to her office as soon as possible.

A few more minutes passed and, just as Lena was checking her watch with a frown, the door opened," Ms. Luthor?" Her assistant called, giving her a smile as she gestured for you to go in.

You walked through the door, dressed in one of your nicest outfits, looking rather nervous. Lena found your nervousness quite adorable," thank you, leave us." The assistant nodded and closed the door, heading back to her desk.

"That's a lovely outfit," Lena gave you a soft smile as she walked over to you. You who couldn't take your eyes off her.

"Y-you too... I'm Y/N-" you stuttered through your introduction, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. Lena chuckled, a gentle hand covering her mouth as her eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement.

"Yes, I'm quite aware. I've done my research," She smirked, then her eyes widened. "Oh Gosh, that sounded creepy. I promise you I didn't intend to come off as a stalker or anything-"

It was finally your turn to laugh, the tension leaving your shoulders. Giving your head a shake," you didn't, don't worry. I know what you meant. I did some research, too."

"Phew, good. That would have been a horrible first impression," Lena laughed with you.

She was glad you were understanding, a sign she respected in a partner. Lena was interested to see where this relationship would go and how tied your fate truly was.

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