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strsburn · 10 months
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willing to give ★ ꒰ miguel o'hara ꒱
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pairing - miguel o'hara x fem! reader
synopsis - what the two of you have, has never been real, until it is.
see also - you've danced the line between lust, and love with miguel far too many times. what's one more?
warnings - breeding kink, fwb to lovers, biting kink, choking kink, miguel being emotionally constipated, feelings feeling feelings !
notes - watched atsv this weekend, i went for oscar issac & my love for spider-man & immediately fell in love with another fictional man sigh
i might make a part two?? idk it depends on if people like this, i am trying
i took a lot of inspiration from this song
"Cállate el hocico."
You blanch, the dimple between your brows twitching in the familiar notes of anger. An emotion you've come to favor when being in any vicinity of Miguel o'Hara.
"Quitate la ropa."
His voice is tinged with impatience, and you know it isn't a suggestion. You know you could easily leave, rebuff his advances, and be on your way. You've done this dance many times before.
Yet, you only glare as you shed your clothes. Faux annoyance painting your face as Miguel smirks, basking in the fact that despite your words, you always find yourself under him.
"Fuck." You're unable to hold in a gasp as he breaches you, your slick making the glide easy as he fills you to the brim.
He mutters curses underneath his breath as he grasps your hips so tightly, stars burst beneath your eyelids, and you know this is effecting him as much as it is you.
You both moan as his cock touches your cervix, his length reaching places no other man could even come close to. He pulls back, the tip catching on your clit, he meets your eyes, the red hue darkening, looking expectant.
Finding something in your gaze, he tightens his grip, talons digging into your skin, and thrusts. The air is punched out of your lungs as he touches your cervix once again.
He doesn't give you time to recuperate as he picks up the pace, the ridges of his cock brushing against your sensitive walls adding to the pleasure that lights every nerve of your pussy.
You dig your fingernails into his back, dragging them down the arch of his shoulders as he whines feeling the skin break beneath your hands.
"Are you going to come for me, cosa bonita?" He whispers, fangs nibbling on the outer lobe of your ear. You shiver, the low drawl of his voice causing you to clench tighter around his cock.
You open your mouth, trying to form some type of response, but all that greets your ears is your own high pitched cry as he shifts your legs to rest closer to your chest, opening you wider for his ministrations.
In this position he reaches deeper, and all sense of coherence is lost as you feel your orgasm approaching.
"Hmm, you don't have a lot to say now, do you? Too busy being split open on my nice big cock."
He chuckles, the sound dripping with arrogance as he grips your throat, his thrusts becoming unhinged, and animalistic.
You reach a hand for your stomach, moaning as you feel the bulge embedded in your skin, his cock moving beneath it.
You whine as he suddenly pulls out of you, disrupting your climax as the source of your pleasure is snatched.
Before you can complain, he flips you, bending you over the control board as he pushes your head down, adjusting you as if you were a doll made for his release.
The idea further arouses you, and you blush as you feel more slick decorate your entrance.
Miguel must see it, as he chuckles, smoothing a hand down your cunt, fingertips gliding across your lips, bringing back the evidence of your lust
He brings his digits to your mouth, and you oblige, opening your mouth wordlessly as he brushes his fingertips across your tongue, your eyes closing as you taste yourself.
"Así que niña chica." He praises, trailing his fingers across your cheek as you hum.
He leaves a kiss down your spine as he grips your hips, before entering you once more.
His pace is unhurried, careful in his rhythm as he touches your cervix with each movement, his hands caressing your tits between thrusts.
You reach behind you to grasp for his hand, bringing it back to your throat as you feel him twitch inside you.
His fingers curl around your throat firm but not to the point of pain, and you moan as you feel your end approaching.
Miguel is not far behind, and you gasp as he brings you to his chest, his hand trailing low to your clit as he flicks it gently.
"You look so pretty on my cock like this, mi chica bonita. Are you going to come?" He asks teasingly, despite his soft tone.
"Y-yes." You cry out as he ups the pace, the tip of his cock now pounding on your cervix, pulsing with his own impending peak.
"Going to fill this pretty cunt up, get you swollen with my baby." He murmurs under his breath, most likely to himself. Yet the words reach your ears, and you quiver, the dam breaking as your orgasm overcomes you.
You spasm around his cock, crying out as he curses, his hand leaving your throat to grasp your thigh as he continues to thrust in your oversensitive pussy, grasping at his own end.
"W-where?" He pants, and you know what he's asking for, even as he struggles to pull out.
"Inside." You plead, fingers turning white with the grip you have on the control board.
He pants deeply, voice bordering on a growl as he paints your walls with his cum, thrusting softly to make sure none of it is wasted. You feel a sharp sting on your neck, and you gasp as you realize in the throes of your pleasure he sunk his fangs into you.
You tremble as another orgrasm rushes through you at the thought, and you both struggle to catch your breath.
As he pulls out of you, you straighten up, bending to reach for your clothes as you follow the routine the pair of you had developed.
You are no more than an temporary distraction, an aspirin for an ongoing headache, only taken when needed.
No more than that.
A warm hand on your arm disrupts your self loathing, and you look up.
Miguel's gaze is unreadable, hair unkempt from your romp, fangs tainted with your blood.
He looks away from you, as he readjusts his pants.
"There's still things to do." He states, and while a normal person would be offended especially after such an intimate fuck, you recognize the offer for what it is.
You smile, pulling your clothes on, wincing as your shirt catches on the swollen skin of your neck.
As if remembering what he did, Miguel approaches you, fingers trailing the skin softly.
You accept the unspoken apology, resting your hand over his.
Something has changed between you, and you know that this won't be the last time you find yourself underneath him. The notion doesn't bother you too much.
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translations ;
cállate la hocico - shut up
quitate la ropa - take off your clothes
cosa bonita - pretty thing
la buena chica - good girl
mi chica bonita - my pretty girl
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yawneneteyam · 10 months
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— ALL THINGS CONNECTED, a jamie flatters fic ( by yawneneteyam )
" i'll never look at the world in the same way. "
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jamie flatters x fem!reader
— summary, growing up on set together, y/n and jamie share their love for one another through the only way they know.. filmmaking
— currently, in progress !
— warnings, none !
this story will consist of both written portions and various social media edits [ inspired by + dedicated completely to diana, @cacapeepee ]
taglist: @littlexscarletxwitch, @thexplosivegirl, @lagoonabluebabe, @rexorangecouny, @ilovejakesullysdick @rhiannonhippiegirl @leelumenaura @playboykenz @couragemydearheart @whos6claire @m-1234 @coconut-dreamz @graysonshaven @stvpidscvpid @ok-boke @cvsmic-love @sully-stick-together @caniuseurname @fandom-geek17 @sully-stick-together @leaveitbythewave @mirandathebanana @aisselasstuff @midnightstar-90 @jellybeanstacey0519 @bellstwd @netemoon @deadgirlwalkingtaylorsversion @innercreationflower @ms5m1th @rainaaaskyy @callsignwidow @eternallyvenus @www-interludeshadow-com @casedoina @livelaughneteyam @francinethings23 @callsignwidow @chasetsummer @xxibreinaxx @rexorangecouny @burntasian @uhnanix @xanasaurusrex
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chapters + parts
part one: filming
chapter one. what's the dream?
chapter two. i know what i want life to be
chapter three. can I interview you?
chapter four. a minute sixteen
chapter five. barely surviving
on set
chapter six. are you filming?
chapter seven. give us some commentary
chapter eight. the finish line
when all is said and done
part two: post-filming
chapter nine. a good message (coming soon)
the school for good & evil
part three: press-tour
happy birthday
part four: the rest
the soft launch
extras playlist
disney plus edit
atwow character poster
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*These weren’t necessarily written and/or posted in June, but that’s when I read them 😊
(thanks for your patience with this y'all, i'm so sorry it took so long to post. working on getting july and august recs out as well ❤️)
🔥 - explicit/mature content
Star Wars
🔥For Your Entertainment (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
Gardens of Babylon (Cowboy!Din Djarin x Cowgirl!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch (yes i'm rec-ing this again)
You Are in Love (Modern!Poe Dameron x Reader) - @alwritey-aphrodite (i will rec this every time i read a new chapter, try and stop meeee)
🔥Clandestine (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @the-little-ewok
🔥Good Morning (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @whirlybirbs
🔥favor (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
Rookie Mistake (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar
🔥Never Before (Poe Dameron x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
Moon Knight
🔥Prized Possession (Marc Spector x Steven Grant x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
🔥The Best Kept Secrets - Marc's Story (dbf!Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
🔥Kisses on your lovers lap (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine
🔥Let Your Fingers to the Talking (Jake Lockley x F!Villain!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
Spoiled Rotten (Marc Spector x Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
Sprite: Savior (Marc Spector x forest nymph oc Nikini) - @spacecowboyhotch
Bubble Bath (Marc Spector x Reader) - @shewhohangsoutincemeteries
Domestic Fluff (Steven Grant x Housewife!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax
Fluff and Kisses with Marc (Marc Spector x Reader) - @sweetly-yours-and-mine
Her Hair Reminds Me of a Warm, Safe Place (Marc Spector x Layla El-Faouly) - @romanarose
🔥Forever Bittersweet (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
🔥Please (Marc Spector x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse
🔥take it (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
🔥apology (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
🔥willing to give (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @graysonshaven
🔥take my breath (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh
🔥burrowed under my skin (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @dameronscopilot
🔥Cállate (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax
🔥Impatient (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
🔥Little Bug (Yandere!Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
Every You, Every Me (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @astroboots (i haven't finished this yet but i cannot recommend this fic enough)
🔥Soothe & Sleep (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
🔥Wandering Hands (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @loganlermanstanaccount
tousled, stubbled, tired (Miguel O'Hara x Reader) - @eyelessfaces
🔥Virgin!Miguel w/a huge cock and fucks both of u dumb (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @xbellaxcarolinax
🔥Take It All (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @romanarose
🔥Make Me A Liar (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @groguspicklejar
🔥coming home (Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader) - @eyelessfaces
Triple Frontier
Blurring Out (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @spacecowboyhotch
Being Will's Girl Would Include (Will Miller x F!Reader) - @missdictatorme
🔥Look What the Cat Dragged In (Santiago Garcia x F!Thief!Reader) - @missdictatorme
For Better, For Worse (Santiago Garcia x F!Reader) - @bullet-prooflove
The Last of Us
To the Rescue (Pre-Outbreak!Joel x F!Reader) - @romanarose
Waffle House penance (Joel Miller x F!Reader) - @softlyspector
Sucker Punch
🔥Needy Little Thing (Blue Jones x F!Reader) - @melodygatesauthor
The Two Faces of January
🔥The Oxford Comma Series (Rydal Keener x F!Reader) - @whatthefishh (will never stop rec-ing this fic ❤️)
Ex Machina
🔥heavenly praises (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved
🔥old fashioned (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved
🔥chase and pull (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved
🔥indulge me (Nathan Bateman x F!Reader) - @leoluved
Thank you to all the wonderful writers for sharing their stories with us 🥰❤️
*For more recs, please feel free to check out my fic rec tag.
**If you’d like to have your fic removed from the list, I completely understand, just let me know
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casuallyawkardd · 8 months
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hello dear, how are you?, could you write a picture where miguel discovers that you are learning spanish to show that you care about him, if it doesn't go well. thanks for the attention ☺️☺️
After my trip, I'm a little tired and sunburnt, but it was all worth it! Ngl, imma be needing to write something wholesome after the shit I've been writing so here you go 😂😭
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Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader
Warnings: fluff that is all, also I'm still not fluent in Spanish so feel free to correct grammar/spelling
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For Miguel, he thinks you're ignoring him. You're blowing him off to go do something else and when he tries to pry you tell him to 'quit being so nosy.' He's already annoyed, so he doesn't pick up on your teasing tone.
In reality, you've been trying to learn Spanish to surprise him. You don't expect to be fluent anytime soon, but some simple phrases and a few terms of endearment are a good start. Those moments when Miguel is talking to you and thinks you're ignoring him, are actually you listening to your Spanish lessons. Whenever you're 'blowing him off,' you're just sitting in your room practicing your pronunciations.
Lyla catches wind of what you're doing before him, overhearing you at HQ when you thought you had found a quiet place to practice. She even offers to help you out and you gladly take her up on the offer. You had had one too many dreams of the Duolingo owl in the corner of your room as it was. Little do you know that your nightmares only now come to life, though that could just be you being dramatic.
Unlike the little, green owl app, these lessons talk back. Sometimes it feels like she critiques you too harshly, especially when you practice writing in Spanish. You wanted to be able to put cute, little notes around his platform. Her shrill voice reminding you when and where to put the accents on letters and that you have to add upside down exclamation and question marks at the beginning of a sentence wakes you up in the middle of the night. However, Lyla is also extremely helpful at the same time. Teaching you the more 'casual' way to say certain things, as opposed to the generic, robotic responses you had been learning. Even some swear words because why not?
The day finally comes when you're ready to reveal your little surprise. Miguel is reluctant, back to you as you try to get his attention.
"Oh, so now you have free time?"
It's a bit endearing that he missed your presence, you say as much. 'Yo también te extrañé, mi amor.' I missed you too, my love.
His head snaps in your direction, confusion written on his face. Slowly, he steps towards you, eyeing you as if expecting you to say something else. Which you do. 'Quería sorprenderte aprendiendo español. ¿Es eso mala?' I wanted to surprise you by learning Spanish. Is it bad?
Everything clicks into place and he's sighing in relief, grasping you by the upper arms to pull you in for a kiss on the forehead. He holds position, letting the kiss sink in before pulling away, running his hands up and down your arms.
"Agradezco el gesto, de verdad. Gracias amor." I really appreciate the gesture. Thanks love.
You ask why he was giving you the cold shoulder moments ago, Miguel sighing heavily before explaining his side of things. How he had assumed you were ignoring him and that he might've gotten a little bit salty about it. You laugh, realizing your mistake. '¡Soy embarazada!' Miguel's smile drops a little after that, looking like he's trying to keep it just for you.
"Yeah, you definitely have some more practicing to do, cariño."
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drifterbruce · 2 years
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Bump in the Road (Bruce Wayne x Reader)
After dealing with writer’s block and a new job - I’m back besties
summary: Mr. and Mrs. Wayne meet up in the hospital after an argument they had the night before. It’s awkward.
So this is a new series that I am excited to write for! It will follow Y/N and Bruce’s relationship as a married couple! (If you want to see any scenarios, please feel free to send me a request! The series will be tagged under ‘mr and mrs wayne’)
Warnings: angst, hospital, two idiots being awkward around each other at the end kinda, if I’m missing any please let me know and I will be more than happy to add them!)
Also - huge thank you to @graysonshaven for letting me scream about this even tho this turned out differently than I originally planned it to be lol
Anyways, enjoy!
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“Mrs. Wayne?”
You glanced at the bedroom door from where you were standing in front of the vanity, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.
“Come in Dory.” 
The door opened and Dory walked in, shutting the door softly behind her.
“I was just checking to see if you were doing alright. You’ve been in here all day.” She smiled at you, which you returned as you fiddled with your bracelet which had come undone.
“I’m okay. I’m just trying to put this bracelet back on. I’m actually about to go see what Alfred is doing as soon as I’m done here.” You chuckled.
The bracelet in question did not seem to want to cooperate with you; in fact, it seemed to taunt you by slipping from your wrist as you managed to almost hook the claw onto the other side - causing you to grit your teeth as you fumbled with it.
By the fifth try, you were ready to call it quits when Dory approached you, taking the bracelet from your hands quietly.
“Let me.” She said softly, and you held your wrist out. The two of you remained in a comfortable silence as she fastened your bracelet, then took a few steps back.
“Thanks Dory. Usually, Bruce helps me with this but…” You trailed off, gesturing towards the door.
Dory smiled, an understanding look on her face.
“It’s quite alright dear. You’re not the one who’s been having some trouble, I heard that Bruce had trouble with his cufflinks earlier, but didn’t want help.”
You swallowed, a (petty) part of you feeling a little better knowing that Bruce was struggling too. The other part of you, however, ached because Bruce was struggling too.
“It’s normal, right? To have arguments with your spouse?” You asked quietly after a moment of silence, looking at yourself in the mirror as you remembered the argument you and Bruce had the previous night.
Full of scathing words and frustrated looks, it had ended with you walking out of the terminal, and Bruce watching with a defeated look on his face.
“It is. But this is just something that you will overcome. A bump in the road. It may not seem like it now, but everything will be just fine. Mr. Wayne loves you too much to let this argument be the end of your marriage.” Dory reassured you, patting your arm before excusing herself and leaving the room.
You remained there for a few moments, taking in what Dory said before walking out of the room, bracing yourself just in case you ran into Bruce.
It will be alright. You thought as you closed the door behind you.
Everything will be okay.
Everything was not okay. 
You paced the hospital hallway, waiting for the doctor to step out of Alfred’s room.
Did Dory manage to get ahold of Bruce? You would have to call her and ask her as soon as you got news about Alfred. Sighing, you sat down on one of the chairs, pulling your phone out to text Bruce just in case.
“Mrs. Wayne?” A nurse approached you, a sympathetic look in her eyes. You smiled weakly at her as a greeting, putting your phone away and immediately standing up.
“I need you to please come with me to fill out some paperwork. Will it just be you visiting the patient?”
“My husband should be arriving soon.” You murmured, as you walked to the nurses’ station with the nurse, clutching the jacket you were wearing closer to you.
“Okay. It’s not a lot of paperwork, usually we have the patient fill it out, but if they can’t then we have their family member or emergency contact do it for them.” She explained, going behind the station to get a clipboard and the paper from the printer. “It’s mostly his medical history so we know what we can work with.”
She handed you the paperwork and pen.
“Just fill it out, and bring it back to me when you’re finished.”
You thanked her, and walked back to the small waiting area you passed on your way. Sitting down, you filled out what you knew, wishing that Bruce was beside you to help you with it.
You took the paperwork back to the nurses’ station after double checking to make sure what you had filled out was correct. The nurse who helped you looked up as you approached her.
“I filled out what I knew, but my husband should be here soon. He should know the rest.” You said, handing her the items.
“That is quite alright, Mrs. Wayne. We’ll get Mr. Wayne to fill out the rest when he arrives.” She reassured you, and you nodded, thanking her.
Then your phone rang, and you ran your hands through your hair as you excused yourself quietly to take the call.
“We’ve sedated him. We just have to hope he stabilizes.” The doctor informed Bruce as she stepped out of Alfred’s hospital room. 
Bruce said nothing. He had arrived a few moments after you had excused yourself to take the phone call, and, after filling out the rest of the paperwork the nurse gave him, had walked over to stand in front of Alfred’s room waiting for news.
“You should go home, Mr. Wayne. Get some sleep. Your wife too. Is there anyone else to notify? Next of kin?” She continued.
Bruce paused, and turned his head to glance at the doctor, thinking. The only ones who were there for Alfred were him and Y/N.
“No. Just Y/N and I.” He said, turning back to look at Alfred through the window - not bothering to mention that he was Alfred’s emergency contact.
The doctor nodded, and was about to say something else- but was interrupted by footsteps approaching. 
Bruce looked up to see you walking towards them, your phone pressed against your ear. He felt some tension leave him as he sighed quietly, the sight of you unharmed and safe bringing him some comfort.
“-I’m just waiting to hear what the doctor says before I head back.” As you got closer, he noticed that the jacket you were wearing looked big on you- it was his jacket, he realized a moment later, how your eyes were red from crying, and how your hair was disheveled from you running your hands through it- something you would do when you were worried or nervous.
“Okay. Both Bruce and the doctor are here. I’ll-I’ll see you soon, Dory, be safe.” You hung up, and placed your phone in your pocket before looking up. “I am so sorry Doctor, I had to fill out some paperwork, and then I got a call and I had to take it-” You shook your head, glancing briefly at Bruce - who had not taken his eyes away from you, before asking, “How is Alfred doing? Is he okay?”
“We sedated him, now we’re just waiting to see if he stabilizes.” The doctor repeated what she told Bruce, and you nodded along. “I was just telling Mr. Wayne that he should go home and get some sleep-”
“I can stay with Alfred.” You offered, wrapping your jacket closer to you to block out the cold of the hospital.
“Mrs. Wayne, that goes for you too. You both need to get some rest. We will notify you if there are any changes.”
With that, she excused herself, leaving you alone with Bruce in the hallway.
You ran a hand through your hair, turning your head to look at Alfred through the window. Your heart hurt, seeing whom you considered as a father laying there, injured.
“Y/N.” Bruce spoke in a gentle tone, causing you to look at him. His eyes bore into yours. “What happened?”
You looked away from the intensity of his gaze, your eyes flickering from the floor to Alfred and back again to the floor, not knowing how to start.
It was the first conversation the two of you were since the argument the night before, after all. Do you apologize, or…?
“We were talking,” You started quietly. “He was about to start sorting the mail, and I thought it would be nice to make some sandwiches to eat while we waited for you to get home. So I went to the kitchen-”
You didn’t notice your hands were trembling slightly until you felt larger ones taking a hold of them. Your eyes widened as you looked up, and your first instinct was to pull away, but you realized that it was just Bruce.
“I had just taken out the condiments when I heard the explosion. I-” You took a deep breath. “I ran to where Alfred was and saw him on the floor. I had Dory call the ambulance while I pulled him to safety.”
His thumb started tracing soothing circles on your left hand, which calmed you down a bit. You glanced from the floor to your joined hands, then to Bruce.
“The ambulance arrived before the police did. They almost didn’t let me ride with Alfred. I only had time to grab a jacket- the closest one I could find. And I told Dory to call you and tell you what happened. When we got here, the doctors took him and they’ve been trying to stabilize him ever since.” With that, you trailed off and let out a deep sigh.
The two of you stayed quiet for a few heartbeats. 
Bruce did not let go of your hands, even as he turned his head to look at Alfred.
“I tried to get there as quickly as I could.” After I found out was left unsaid. “The police and firefighters were in the Tower when I got there.”
“Did the police tell you what it was?” You asked, although you had a pretty good idea who was the culprit of all this.
Bruce’s eyes narrowed, dark with anger.
“It was a package intended for me. The Riddler sent it.” He clenched his jaw, as he looked away from Alfred to the floor. The two of you stayed like that for a few seconds until he lifted his gaze to you. 
He looked like he wanted to say something, if the intense look in his eyes were any indication.
“We should go.” He finally said, letting go of one of your hands. He looked frustrated with himself. “You need to get some sleep.”
He needed to get some sleep too, you thought as you walked beside him to the elevators that would take you to the 1st floor of the hospital, past the waiting room and the nurses’ station. 
He did not let go of your hand until the two of you had reached his car. 
Bruce opened the passenger door for you, and waited until you were seated before closing the door and walking over to the driver’s side. You buckled in your seat belt and bit back a yawn as he got in, buckling in his own seat belt and turning on the ignition.
The car purred to life, and Bruce made quick work of pulling the car out of the parking garage. You swallowed, looking at the window to the passing scenery outside.
You let out a deep sigh. Bruce glanced at you as he stopped at a red light.
“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded, searching for words to say, but nothing came to mind.
As the light turned green and Bruce pressed on the gas gently, you rested your lower left arm on the middle console of the car, and rested your chin on your right hand, as if you were thinking.
Then you felt it - his hand moving to rest on top of yours - tentatively, as if he were afraid you would pull away. You smiled.
Wordlessly, you moved your hand so your palm was facing upwards, your fingers brushing against his.
Bruce then intertwined his fingers with yours, and gave it a squeeze, which you returned.
A silent apology between the two of you - not the one either of you wanted to give - the two of you had a lot to talk about, and the hospital or car was simply not the place to do so - but it was a start. 
As he lifted your hand to his lips and murmured a quiet ‘I love you’, you realized that what Dory had told you that morning was true.
Everything will be just fine.
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smuttyfantasyrecs · 10 months
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Shang-Chi
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🦋 nsfw alphabet 🦋 breeding kink 🦋 kitty slaps 🦋 dating him 🦋 devouring 🦋
@buckyhoney
🦋 the invisible wound 🦋 new apartment 🦋 pregnant 🦋
@marvelmaniac2000
🦋 wounds 🦋
@autumn-hiraeth
🦋 motion sickness 🦋
@luna-writes-stuff
🦋 mischief accomplished 🦋
@crazycookiecrumbles
🦋 welcome home 🦋 sleepy head 🦋 pain killers 🦋 possessive 🦋good morning 🦋 jealousy jealousy 🦋
@wint3r-h3art
🦋 love tap 🦋
@graysonshaven
🦋 proud of you 🦋
@hiddlewhore
🦋 I'm right here 🦋
@christycurlswrites
🦋 riding his face 🦋
@achromatopcia
🦋 an intrinsic shrine 🦋
@dollwritesarchive
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tom-whore-dleston · 6 months
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I was tagged by @vonalyn in this version of
This or That
barbie or oppenheimer // ketchup or mustard // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn // harry potter or lord of the rings (ehh) // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games // books or movies // money or love // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes (NO) // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or pringles
Tagging: @neganwifey25-blog @fluffyprettykitty @inklore @psychedelic-ink @jobean12-blog @mochie85 @graysonshaven @give-me-a-moose and anyone that wants to do this
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wint3r-h3art · 2 years
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Hello, my darlings. Thank you all for this amazing milestone! I’ve never thought that I would even get 100 followers back in August, but y’all surprised me! I’m so, so grateful for everyone that support me and encouraged to write. Furthermore, I can’t say thank you enough for the friendship you have given me.
As a thank you, I am setting up this writing challenge as way to show case your incredible talents, share the love, and spread the positivities to our community. 
This is a 18+ writing challenge only.
General Guidelines: 
I have made a list of AUs & Tropes, and genre  that you can pick from. For the challenge, you will sign up for the AU(s) and/or trope(s) along with the character(s) and genre(s) you wish to write via my inbox, i.e.: Fairytale Au + smut + Loki.  
Each AUs and tropes are two people max. If the tropes and AUs are not available, I will reach out to you personally to discuss other options. You have until April 30th to join the challenge. I accept most of genre: fluff, angst, smut, crack. 
For dark piece, I WILL NOT accept non-con, underage smut,  incest, step-cest, implied grooming. If you are planning to write dark pieces, please check with me first. If we both agreed on the topic, please make sure to tag your work accordingly when you submitted it. 
Please use Readmore option for your works if they are over 500 words.
You have until June 12th to submit your works! Whether it’s a one-shot, or multi-part, please tag me [ @wint3r-h3art​]
You can also submit your work here as well in case I missed your tag.
I will be following #wint3r-h3art #wint3r h3art #lindas1.2kchallenge and/or #lindas1.2kcelebration
MASTERLIST OF THE SUBMITTED WORKS
Below the cut will be the list of the aus/tropes, characters you can sign up for. Please be as creative as you want, and overall, just have fun with it 
Love Triangle
Baker/Barista Au @/crazycookiecrumbles
Enemies to Lovers
Friends to Lovers @/chicken-fifi
CEO @/tonystarksfavoritedaughter
Roommates
Bed Sharing. @/blackbat05
Fake Relationship/Fake Marriage @/freshabogados
Fairytale
Star-crossed Lover/Forbidden Love @/buckybleu
Two Idiots in love @/capsheadquaters & @/chicken-fifi
Mafia/Mobster au @/tonystarksfavoritedaughter
Bodyguard au @/dilemmaontwolegs
Jealous/Possessive @/fluffyprettykitty
College au @/writerwhat
Arranged Marriage au
Soul Mate
Second Chance/A case of an Ex
Forced Proximity @/graysonshaven
Royalty Au @/tinydramatist
Mythology @/tom-whore-dleston
Spy vs spy
Undercovered @/blackbat05
Rockstar/movie star au
Single parent @/burnthoneymint
** no longer available
Marvel Characters: Xu Shang-Chi, Peter Parker (specified which one), Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Steven Grant | Marc Specter, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Thor, Sam Wilson, Erick Kilmonger, Pietro Maximoff (AoU), Stephen Strange, Scott Lang, Bruce Banner.
DC/DCEU: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Terry McGinnis, Barry Allen, Arthur Curry
Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Poe Dameron, Finn, Darth Maul, Darth Revan (Old Republic).
RPF: Simu Liu, Gong Yoo, Danile Dae Kim, Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal, Andrew Garfield, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evan, Jon Bernthal, Charlie Cox, Anthony Mackie, Jason Mamoa, Michael B. Jordan, Johnathan Major.
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spideyanakin · 2 years
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Battinson! Bruce Wayne fic recs
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Other Fic Recs 🌱
Masterlist 🧚🏻‍♀️
Works by @vigilvntes
A world alone 
Warm 
Works by @house-of-kolchek
The darkness hides the truth
Living a triple life 
Works by other amazing writers 
Delicate by @burnthoneymint 
believe in something (series) @graysonshaven
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strsburn · 1 year
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sngä'ikrr [begin] ━ ˓𓄹 ࣪˖  neteyam [01.]
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pairing - neteyam x fem! na'vi reader
synopsis - you have one subjective, find and bring back the olo'eyktan's daughter, no matter what.
see also - after witnessing your skills firsthand to protect his baby sister, neteyam becomes even more intrigued by you
warnings - reader being an absolute badass, some violence, minor injuries
notes - literally thank you so much, the prologue for sngä'ikrr [begin] has gotten so much attention and it surprised me, i am so grateful for everyone's nice comments and love and am excited to continue this story and build out these characters and their relationship that will continue to develop :')
please continue to leave feedback i love seeing your comments 💓
taglist ; @anm3mi @eywas-heir @ultimatebluff @bambisposts-blogs @velvtcherie @mashiromochi @northsoulss @koudnd @jkeluv @awriana
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Your ears twitched atop your head, swiveling around as the sounds of the forest greeted you. You welcomed the smell of pandora, the feel of the soil beneath your feet a familiar sensation that allowed your body to relax as you trusted each of your senses to guide you to the path of the Olo'eyktan's lost daughter.
As you neared a large Yovo bush, a distressed sniffle reached your ears causing you to pause in your tracks as you lowered your bow. Following the treeline a dark blue tail with black tendrils flickered sadly as the owner of said tail continued to cry.
"Evi'" You called, using the affectionate term Ta'hlu referred to you. At your voice, the sniffling stop, the tail coming to a stiff halt in an almost comedic way. A small blue head peeked at you from beneath the leaves of the tree, looking down at you with wide eyes.
"Y/n?" Tuktirey voiced your name with shock, her glossy eyes surprised at the sight of you. You gave a small smile, as you motioned to where she sat.
"Your father has been worried for you, evi'. We could not find you." You told her, beginning to climb the tree after she allowed you up. At your words, she began to tear up again, no doubt overwhelmed by all that occurred.
"I didn't mean to worry them. I wanted to find some new fruit for sa'nok and couldn't remember the way back. I kept going and climbed this tree, do you think they'll be angry at me?" She asked with a worried frown. You sighed, opening your arm to allow her some comfort as she easily accepted it, her hair beads tickling your skin as they brushed over your arm.
"I think they will be relieved that you are home, Tuktirey. Upset? Yes, but only because they love you so much and it would pain them if something happened to you."
She sighed, understanding your point before she sat up with a bright grin.
"Thank you, y/n. But you know, we are friends now, so you can call me Tuk." You felt your heartstrings tug at her admission, and a soft smile grew on your face.
"Thank you Tuk, I could not ask for a better friend than you." She hugged you tightly around the neck as you patted her back gently, before offering your hand to help her down the tree.
Once the pair of you had reached the forest floor, you made to set off for Home Tree when a loud and wild snort had your tail swinging in alarm. You pushed Tuk behind you as an large angtsìk made its way into the clearing, it's eyes settling on you as it pawed the ground with fury, asserting it's dominance.
You narrowed your eyes, tail lashing out as you brandished your fangs in a loud hiss, ears pinned against your head. With your other hand, you reached for your blade keeping your eyes trained on your target.
Seeing the fire in your gaze, the angtsìk pounded it's hooves into the leaves and charged. You waited, counting each beat of its hooves down till the last second before you leapt for its back. It roared beneath your grip as you hung onto the roof of its head, your fingers digging into its scales.
Reering back with vengeance the animal struck you with it's head, the hard skin leaving a deep gash in your arm. Hissing, you grabbed the angtsìk by its head and held it while you swung your queue from behind, forming tsaheylu.
You closed your eyes as you felt the animal's fear, and it's anger, the strength beneath every breath, and the power in his stance.
Opening your eyes as the animal came to a slow trot, you ran your hand down it's side as you spoke softly.
"Mawey, I do not wish to fight." You felt peace rush through the bond and you smiled softly as you sat straighter on the angtsìk.
"Y/n!" You looked up as Tuk ran from behind the safety of her hiding place, making her way to your side. You smiled down at her as she looked up at you in awe.
"You managed to tame a angtsìk, you're so cool!" She exclaimed in excitement. You smiled at her before shaking your head in disagreement.
"No, Tuk. You cannot tame a beautiful creature such as this, we simply formed respect for one another. Now, come, we have been away for far too long."
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Neteyam te Suli Neytiri'ite felt his heart pound beneath his azure skin, his ears twitching as he ventured deeper into the forest, trailing you.
He knew if his parents caught wind of his disappearance, they'd skin him, possibly tie his tail in a knot, eywa knows his mother was not one to be trifled with. But, he needed this. He yearned for the days before his near brush with death, the days where his family didn't walk on eggshells around him, was that the correct expression his father had taught him? Tail swishing, he focused back on task as he watched from beneath the leaves of a yovo bush as you, and his sister conversed.
He felt his heart rate slow as he gazed upon the form of his sister, happy to see you had kept your promise, and even more pleased at how you had comforted her. His heart rate increased considerably in those few moments of peace as a large angtsìk made its presence known as he watched in awe and trepidation as you managed to duel the beast and not only remain relatively unharmed but formed tsaheylu.
He felt his heart flutter in his chest, as he looked upon your form. You glowed with pride, honor, and love for your people. He felt his tail swaying with giddiness as unknown feelings crept up on him at the sight of your smile and he flinched as your eyes suddenly connected with his, from beneath his hiding place. He ducked, and taking one last glance at you he turned, and ran from the direction he came.
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You watched with unbridled curiosity as the eldest of the Olo'eyktan's children, ran off, quite literally with his tail between his legs. You knew he only meant to see to it that you kept your promise in finding his sister, and based on how he had not made his presence known, he most likely was not meant to be there. So, you held your tongue, focusing on Tuk as she rambled on about her family and the new friends she had discovered while she was hiding in the trees.
As you returned to the base of hometree, you could see the Olo'eyktan, and his mate, along with the rest of your sisters, waiting for your return. You watched as their eyes widened upon seeing you on the back of an angtsìk, and you felt delight well in your chest as you disconnected the bond carefully, and dropped from the animal. You turned, and helped Tuk down as well as you brought her closer to her family, watching her mother hug her with tearful eyes as Toruk Makto caressed her head.
A nudge from behind had you turning to see the angtsìk who rumbled in displeasure at your departure, and you smiled as you pressed your forehead to his snout, leaning away carefully from his large fanned out horns.
"Irayo, my friend. I will call you, tíflrr. For you are brave, and gentle." You patted the angtsìk as he rumbled once again, pushing his head against your chest fondly before he turned and trotted back into the forest.
As you faced hometree, your ears pressed against your head in astonishment as the Olo'eyktan watched you with proud eyes. Putting your fingers to your forehead you greeted him, as he did the same.
"Toruk Makto." You stumbled to a bow, eyes downcast. Though you had been confident in your first meeting, you still felt intimidated by this warrior who had accomplished so much at your age.
A gentle head patted your shoulder, lifting you from your bow. You gazed into the warm eyes of Neytíri, a fearsome warrior, and legend amongst the na'vi. You held back a gasp as you realized your inspiration was standing before you.
"Irayo, y/n te Ta'hlu Ite. You have brought my daughter home, and formed tsaheylu with anangtsìk, one of the fiercest animals of our forests." You watched as the Olo'eyktan stepped up beside her, along with Ta'hlu who gazed at you with love and pride.
"Y/n, for your bravery, courage and responsibility for my daughter's safe return, we gift you this spear, wielded from the bark of hometree, vines from a yovo bush, and blessed by the ancestors." You felt tears form in your eyes, your ears twitching as cheers rang from the na'vi, calling your name. Everything you worked for up to this moment, to feel accepted, to feel worthy.
You locked eyes with Ta'hlu who nodded at you, holding her fingers to her forehead before bringing them down. You copied the gesture, hands shaking as you turned to accept the gift from the Olo'eyktan.
"Irayo, Toruk Makto. I will not forget this moment. I will do well to wield this spear proudly to honor you, and our people."
He smiled, playfully nudging you with his hand as he shook his head in disagreement.
"You do not need to address me as such, you may call me Jake Sully. You have done well, evi." You grinned, running your hand down the sharp point of the spear as your hair fell over your eyes. Your tail swinging with pure joy, and gratitude.
"Irayo, Jakesullí."
You could only hope to continue to bring honor to your people.
As you gazed upon your people, Neteyam watched you with a twinkle in his eye, his tail swinging in content, as his heart continued to flutter at your happiness.
irayo - thank you
angtsìk - an omnivore, known as the hammerhead titanothere to skypeople
evi - kid (affectionate term)
tsaheylu - bond
sngä'ikrr - begin
the next part will be a time skip where we explore neteyam's feelings for reader, and continue to develop those feelings as he attempts to start a friendship.
apologies for the long wait, i rewrote this many times to get the desired results and had a lot of writing block as well x
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supervengerslock · 1 year
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Remade my Account! Everyone listed is on my tag lists!
If you wouldn't mind, please give me a follow!
Marvel tag list:
@disneyoncerlover815 @moonlightmvrvel @fallonavengers @fandoms-pizza-wifi-ym13 @21bruhs@madshelily @oknstark @lostlittlenerd @schischi @water-bearing-bitch @non-binary-nightmare
Star Wars taglist:
@crazynocturnalkiki @im-here-sometimes @jelly-snow-stark @nickangel13 @hiddenbisexuell @zelena89@desperatelytryingtosavemyself @jcc04220 @justabigassnerd @ohmygoditsanthonyedwardstark @lover1307 @chloe-skywalker @xangel76
SPN taglist:
@griffienn @technicallykawaiisoul @daydreamerinadazedworld @castielbabyangelface @flamencodiva @defenderrosetyler @simonsbluee @droopingdatura @jellicorn05
Dear Reader (Anakin Series) Taglist: @anakin-walker @katsukiswrld @sweetcheesecakesblog @vader-is-hot @thegeeksideofsr @heyitsaloy @poisonedsultana @spideyanakin-interacts @graysonshaven @atasialorve27 @mariiecapo @voidchimeras @graciexmarvel @lovedbythemooon @queenofnightdreamland @xangel76 @mysardencut @krillfromsky
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casuallyawkardd · 8 months
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I probably won't start part III until after my trip next weekend and will be working on requests and other projects until then just fyi
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strsburn · 1 year
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sngä'ikrr [begin] ━ ˓𓄹 ࣪˖  neteyam
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pairing - neteyam x fem! na'vi reader
synopsis - in which you do not realize how your life began the moment you met neteyam.
see also - in which neteyam is enthralled by you, and you are just trying to do your duty and fulfill your sense of purpose.
warnings - tba
notes - i am so excited to write about this, i would like to turn this into a series but that depends on how well this does and my motivation lol. hope you enjoy and thank you to @anm3mi for your enthusiasm to read this!!
full disclosure, in this fic, the events of the second movie have already taken place, however neteyam survived, and instead of staying with the metkayina, the sully's have returned to the forest. neteyam and reader are age eighteen. i will not write smut for these characters however bc it doesn't make me comfortable at all, please respect this and do not ask for it.
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Growing up, you had felt a disconnection between yourself, and the other na'vi kids. You didn't find any enjoyment in playing their games, nor did you feel like joining with the weavers and singers of your people.
You felt shamed as your mother, Ninat, a clan favorite, and beautiful singer, expressed her disappointment in you constantly as you did not show signs of following in her footsteps. Instead, you talked of becoming a warrior, sneaking off to train with a handmade bow you had made from the remains of a kelutral.
As a result, your mother and your relationship splintered, leaving you to become independent.
You continued to train, leading you to becoming apart of the 'tìhawnu si' a group of warriors that defended your clan from harm and more importantly the Olo'eyktan and his family.
Ta'hlu, leader of the tìhawnu si, had taken you under her wing, raising you as her own, and continuing to watch you flourish under her tutelage, for one day you would take her place as leader.
"Are you paying attention, 'evi?" Ta'hlu questioned, pulling your attention away from the tree from where you had been staring blankly, deep in thought. You felt heat rise to your cheeks in shame, at losing focus especially during such important tasks and you stood up straighter, tail flicking behind you with nerves.
"Yes, sa'nok. I became distracted, it will not happen again, I swear it." The smile that Ta'hlu wore at the title you gave her, dimmed as she saw how tense you were, your ears flailing with nerves as your tail curled around your leg.
While she admired how mature you had become, you were still just a kid, eighteen and striving to make those around you proud. Little did you know how proud she was of you, just for who you were. She wanted you to not grow up too fast. Sadly, war took everything from the na'vi, including the innocence of children who should not know loss.
"That's enough practice for today, 'evi. Go have fun." She dismissed you, causing your ears to flatten as you sheathed your blade.
Before you could protest, a familiar na'vi who you recognized as Pa'yi broke through the clearing, her ears pinned down in worry and tail lashing with distress. At her expression you stood to attention, Ta'hlu turning towards the na'vi with a confused frown.
"What is it, Pa'yi?"
"Please, hurry. Tuktirey te Suli Neytiri'ite is in trouble, she strayed too far past the barricades of home tree and we can't find her." The na'vi announced, you immediately looked to Ta'hlu who was already staring at you, gaze expectant and trusting.
You pushed down a smile as your tail relaxed and your ears stood alert. Pa'yi seemed surprised that the leader was waiting on you for command, but relaxed as she saw the determination painted on your face.
"Gather the other warriors, we will meet at hometree and discuss our strategy with Olo'eyktan'." You decided, meeting the pleased gaze of Ta'hlu.
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"Oel ngati kameie." You greeted the Olo'eyktan and his family, hand meeting your forehead before curving down towards your chest. The Chief did the same, eyes unfocused and ears down in worry for his daughter. Not wanting to waste any more time you cleared your throat and walked forward to meet him, the warriors following behind you, spears and bows at the ready.
"With your permission Toruk Makto, I plan to lead the tìhawnu si, to find your daughter." You spoke clearly, meeting his eyes. You could see the worry in his gaze, just as he could see the resolve in yours. He knew of your strengths, having heard much praise from Ta'hlu and he decided to trust her, and her training, that you would find his little girl.
With a nod, you stepped back, gesturing towards your fellow sisters, protectors of the clan and your people.
"We will split into three groups, I will lead my group north, and the other two groups will head east and west. We will not rest until Tuktirey te Suli Neytiri'ite is back with the clan, understood?" You directed, feeling a deep happiness as your fellow sisters watched you with pride in their eyes, nodding in respect to show that they would fight by your side.
You took one glance back, catching the gaze of Neteyam te Suli Neytiri'ite, his eyes frustrated at most likely not being able to seek his sister, and while he did not say a word, his eyes relayed everything he could not.
Find her
You dipped your head into a nod and turned, your hair swinging with the movement as your heart beat steadily in your chest. Everyone was counting on you, you could not, would not let them down.
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tìhawnu si - protector(s)
'evi - kid (affectionate)
sa'nok - mother
sngä'ikrr - begin
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strsburn · 2 years
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every little thing | jonathan levy (18+)
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pairing - jonathan levy x fem reader
synopsis - in which hearts are mended
see also - when two broken people meet and find that their sharp edges connect
warnings - this fic will contain sexual content at one point so
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ CONTENT
notes - i am in love with oscar isaac your honor. i watched scenes from a marriage and honestly i think mira was very toxic and manipulative and honestly if jonathan was given a proper chance to heal and move on, i feel like his character would have developed more. that being said, i am ignoring how episode five ended and writing this x
tagging ( my favs ) @wint3r-h3art @tmholland @buckybleu @tom-whore-dleston @crazycookiecrumbles
@giona45-5
"This isn't working anymore." Your fork clattered as your hand went limp from shock, the sound that would normally cause you to wince fading to the back burner of your mind as you stared at your boyfriend in shock.
"W-what do you mean?" You cursed yourself mentally as the last word came out in a choked whisper, your emotions rising to the surface. Dean sighed, chewing on a pasta noodle thoughtfully as he waved his fork around nonchalantly.
"Look, it was fun in the beginning. You know, going out, holding hands, yada-yada, but," he paused to put his fork down, a hand coming to rest on his abdomen as he leaned back to shrug at you carelessly "You're too boring, alright. You don't like to go to parties, you like to stay in and read, you never want to try anything new in bed, honestly, how long did you think this could go on for?"
You can only stare, your cheeks flushing with humiliation as all your insecurities are laid out before you. Dean sighs at your silence, standing up as he pushes his chair in and folds his used napkin over his plate. He comes over to your side and lays a kiss on your cheek, and suddenly what once felt like a show of affection was now a branded mark of condescension.
"Dinner was good babe, no hard feelings right? Don't worry about my stuff, Josh will come to pick it up next week. Alright, later." In the blink of an eye, he's gone and you're left in silence, your shared apartment suddenly feeling too big.
 ๋࣭ ⭑ ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ ๋࣭ ⭑ ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰
The breeze is a welcome sensation on your heated skin as you relax on the park bench.
It's been two weeks since your cruel and abrupt breakup and you were still reeling from the grief of it all, opting for more time spent at the park to escape the haunting reality.
You looked up as your heard shuffling footsteps, your eyes stopping on a little girl no older than nine who was wondering around without a care in the world.
You waited to see if an adult would come along who was accompanying her but when she remained alone and unsupervised you grew concerned. A park was the perfect place for a kid to be snatched up and you would not be one to turn a blind eye.
Smoothing down your skirt, you stood from the bench and approached slowly not wanting to scare the girl or be seen as a threat.
"Hello." You greeted her. She paused to see who addressed her before offering a bright grin that sent your heart melting.
"Hi." She giggled. You looked around once more to see if anyone had come searching for their daughter before you spoke once again.
"What are you doing out here by yourself kiddo? Where's your mom or dad?" At your question her shoulders seemed to sag slightly as she sighed.
"Well, my mom isn't here but my dad is. I was supposed to stay in his sight but he had to take a phone call real quick, I waited until his back was turned to explore and now I'm lost."
You had to bite back a laugh as she made hand motions with her explanation her lips set in a dramatic pout.
"Alright, well, maybe you can tell me what your dad looks like and we can try and find him okay?" You asked.
She squinted her eyes in thought as she looked at you with playful suspicious.
"My dad said I shouldn't talk to strangers." She retorted. You nodded in understanding, even as you thought it was a false cause considering she had already given you more information than a simple name would do.
You gave her your name before holding a hand out as she shook it firmly.
"My name is Ava." She quickly began to give you a rough description of her dad. Tall, wearing glasses, curly hair and an itchy beard. Very vague but enough to work with.
You held her hand as you both searched for the man who matched the description. As you moved along you suddenly heard faint shouting as a panicked voice echoed in the shrubs.
"Ava! God, where are you?! Ava!"
Ava perked up at her name and you turned around as who you perceived to be her dad came running up. You had to bite down on your bottom lip to keep your jaw from dropping as the single most handsome man you had ever seen stepped into view.
Dark curls decorated with hints of grey lay atop his head, his chin sporting a matching thick beard, equally dark brown eyes framed by gold wired glasses and an outfit of corduroy pants and a button up seemed to polish off the english professor look.
Relief coated his features as he spotted Ava, her hand letting go of yours as she ran to meet him with a hug. You watched in silence as he held her close, pulling back as worried frown replaced his relieved smile.
"You know better than to take off like that Ava, god something could have happened to you." He pulled her back into a hug as she murmured apologies.
It was then he seemed to notice you as he quickly stood up, taking his daughter's hand.
"Thank you for keeping her safe." He smiled, his whole face lighting up with the gesture. You could easily see where his daughter had gotten the smile.
"It was no worries at all, I was happy to help." You nodded as he offered a hand.
"I'm Jonathan, Jonathan Levy. Can I buy you a cup of a coffee as a thank you?" He reached for his pocket as if looking for his wallet and you waved your hands out, abashed.
"No that's okay! That's not necessary." You told him.
He smirked then, rubbing a hand over his beard as he adjusted his glasses and you felt butterflies flit around your stomach nervously.
"Alright well, then can I buy you a coffee just to see you again?"
You were a goner.
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Your first date went great, Jonathan and you seemed to click just like that and while you were admittedly worried that he was married due to the presence of his daughter he was swift to assure you that he had been divorced for a while now.
He proceeded to open up about his failed marriage and even discussed a time in his life where he had grown so callous with his relationships that he had married again out of necessity rather than desire when a one night stand resulted in a pregnancy. He admitted that through this time he had openly cheated on his wife with his ex, nonchalant about if he was caught or not.
While his honesty was appreciated you were hesitant about starting a relationship due to his previous relationships and the failure of your own, and you divulged that.
Jonathan understood your worries and the two of you discussed a trial run, where you two would start off with small dates to see where things led off and most importantly that you both would be open to communication about anything and everything.
Which led to now.
"Are you serious? He actually said that?" Jonathan asked in disbelief, eyebrows raising so high they disappeared into his curls.
You nodded as you sipped your chai latte, the taste earning a pleased hum as you took another sip before placing the cup down.
"Yup, I was so shocked I just sat there as he proceeded to thank me for the dinner and hightail it out of there." You shook your head.
You and Jonathan had been discussing your traumatic past relationships and how they went down and instead of causing the mood to sour it helped strengthen the bond between you two as you both understood what it meant to move on from those painful events.
"That's such a fucking shitty move." Jonathan chuckled as he took a sip of his black coffee. He proceeded to adjust his glasses and you had to bite back a smile which he noticed.
"What?" He laughed nervously not knowing if you were poking fun at him.
"Nothing, I just laugh when you do that. It's cute." You told him, motioning to how he adjusted his glasses.
His eyebrows furrowed and you were worried that you'd somehow made him subconscious or upset but he looked up at you with soft eyes and a bright smile as he admitted
"That's actually really sweet, I've got a lot of quirks and things I do out of nervousness or habit and Mira always found them annoying or would laugh about it. You just embrace it, thank you." He told you, picking up your hand to lay a gentle kiss across your knuckles and you felt your heartbeat skip.
You hoped these trial runs worked out because you didnt know if you could handle the heartbreak of having to let this man go.
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Six months had passed since your trial run had ended and you found yourself in a steady relationship with Jonathan.
You both had grown closer since being so open with one another and any fights you both had were resolved easily once you gave each other some space and then talked it out.
Ava loved you and you returned the sentiment and you even got to meet Ethan and Jane who would come over on the occasional holiday or birthday. Things were still tense with Jonathan and his former wife but they remained civil especially when dropping off or picking up their son. Ethan had declared he liked you after you had gotten him a baby yoda toy after his favorite movie character.
You still had yet to meet Mira who would come to pick up or drop off Ava while you were at work. Jonathan had asked if you would rather be there when she came but you reassured him that you trusted him to be alone with her and he had looked at you with such adoration in his eyes you had to look away as heat rushed to your cheeks.
The two of you had yet to say the big L word but you were not worried as you knew you both shared the same history when it came to that aspect of a relationship.
When it came down to it you knew full heartedly that you were in love with Jonathan and every little thing about him. Every flaw and imperfection only made you more crazy for him.
"Hey babe?" His voice brought you out of your reverie and you looked up from the pages of your novel to his worried face.
"Yeah, love." You replied closing your book and putting it aside to show him he had your full undivided attention.
He smiled at that, recognizing the show of respect and held his phone up.
"Mira wants to know about picking Ava up for the whole weekend, she wants to treat her to a girls day." You smiled at the fact he was involving you in such a decision and recognized that at the same time he wanted to be sure you would be comfortable as this would be the first time you would be meeting Mira.
"Of course that's alright. Thank you for asking first baby, tell her she's welcome to stay for dinner as well. I'm making chicken tortellini." You grinned as he punched the air in celebration at the mention of your cooking and nodded his head dutifull, sending the text out.
"Great, now come here. I need some quality Jonathan time." You held your arms out and he obliged as he laid his head down on your lap.
"God, I love you." He moaned when your fingers scraped softly against his scalp and you felt him tense as he realized what he just said. You pulled back to look at him as he avoided your gaze, your eyes softening as you recognized the doubt rising to the surface.
"Jonathan can you look at me please?" You asked softly as he slowly lifted his head to meet your gaze.
When he met your eyes, you brought your hand up to brush a curl away from his face, stroking his cheek with care as he leaned into the touch.
"I love you so much, Jonathan. I know it seems soon to say such but there is no other way to describe how deeply I feel for you. I love every little thing about you. The way you rest your chin into your palm when you're sleepy but want to hear what someone has to say, or when you get nervous and fidget with your glasses. The way you listen to soothing nature sounds when you can't fall asleep. How frustrated you get when you have a lecture and forget your notes, every little thing you doubt about yourself or don't like, I love about you because it makes you you. I wouldn't have you any other way."
You watch as his eyes fill up with tears and you catch them with your thumb wiping them away as he sits up to pull you into a kiss.
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Meeting Mira had been an interesting experience. You could tell she disliked you simply for the fact that you were with Jonathan and the control she once had on him was no longer in tact.
It didn't help that her daughter was smitten with you as was his son and ex wife who got along well with you. The cherry on the top of the cake was the fact that Jonathan was so deeply in love with you that any thoughts he once had of being with Mira were long gone.
You had seen the frustration in her eyes when she tried to flirt with him in front of you and instead of growing angry you only calmly asked that she keep that behavior for someone who wanted it, which was proven true as Jonathan had put an end to her advances by removing her arms or deflecting her remarks.
She had quickly left after that, angrily grabbing Ava's bags to bring to the car as you calmly assured Ava that she wasn't at fault. You made sure to kiss and hug her goodbye as you gave her your number so she could call anytime she wanted.
The two had left after that and you and Jonathan had retired to the living room where you were leisurely sipping on wine.
"That wasn't a complete disaster." Jonathan remarked and you laughed as you set your wine glass down, your boyfriend mimicking you as he turned to face you.
You leaned into him, the two of you kissing softly as you both began to explore one another, your hands running up and down his arms as his grazed your thighs and waist.
He pulled you onto his lap as you panted into his mouth, grabbing onto his curls with force and causing a whine to escape him.
Your panties instantly dampened at the sound and you began to grind on his length through the thin fabric separating you.
"Fuck." He let out when you bucked your hips into him, the contact making his cock jump through his jeans.
He lifted you up and placed you on the couch as he kneeled before you, slowly sliding your skirt down and your panties with it.
He lifted your leg to rest on the couch, opening you up for him as he blew on your pussy, the cold air causing you to clench around on nothing as you whined.
He used his index finger to circle your clit as he pulled your lips apart and kissed you directly on it, his tongue entering you swiftly.
"Shit, oh my god." You cried out as your back arched, your hands clutching at his head as you moaned wantonly.
You felt him smirk against you as he bit your clit gently, reveling in the high pitched scream you let out as he ate your pussy out like it was his last meal.
You jumped as you felt him enter his index finger into you, the thickness of it causing your walls to clamp down on him in pleasure and your walls squeezed around him.
"You like that baby, I can tell by how tightly you're squeezing on my finger. Tell me baby, how am I making you feel?" He demanded as he thrusted his finger deeper, slipping it out to add two more as he thrust them deep and scissored them, stretching you open.
You spasmed, your legs nearly falling from the couch as he held your leg down with one hand.
"Fuck, you make me feel so good, Jonathan. S-so fucking good." You whimpered out as you felt your core tighten sensing your incoming release.
With a pleased hum, he thrusted hard against the soft spot of your inner wall sending you over the edge.
You cried out as your walls clenched on his fingers, your legs spasming as your back arched and your cum gushed over his hand.
He pulled his fingers out of you slowly, lifting them to his mouth but before he could lick what you had to offer you pulled his hand towards you, wrapping your lips around his fingers and sucking them deeply as you whirled your tongue around each digit to collect your release.
His mouth hung slightly open as he watched you and you could feel him rut into the couch as his pants tightened even farther. His cock restrained in the material.
As soon as your lips left his fingers he grabbed your head between his hands and kissed you hungrily, a groan escaping him as he tasted you in the kiss.
You moaned into him and lowered your hand cupping him through his jeans. You grabbed at the waist of his pants and tugged as he distractedly shoved his pants off his legs, his boxers following.
He picked you up and laid you on the couch as he bent over you, circling his cock on your clit causing you to twitch.
"Condom?" He asked and you shook your head as you pulled him on top of you, his weight causing you to moan.
"On the pill." You supplied, he nodded as you pushed a hand on his chest softly to remove your shirt and bra as he swiftly yanked his shirt off and tossed it aside as you did the same, uncaring as to where they landed.
You whined as he gripped your breasts firmly, bending down to take your nipple into his mouth as he caressed the other.
He let go with a soft pop to slap one softly as you gasped at the action.
"I'll play with these later, right now I need to be inside you." You bit your lip at the promise and kept your gaze on him as he lined his cock up and entered you slowly.
You moaned brokenly as he continued to move inside you, his entire length filling you up and pressing against your cervix. You felt like you were going to split open from the sheer size.
"Fuck baby, so tight around me. Can practically see myself in your stomach, feel me right there baby, hmm?" He pressed on your abdomen where a slight bulge could be seen and you nearly came as you cried out at the pressure.
He pulled out slowly, your walls hugging his cock tightly, every ridge and curve brushing against your walls before he thrusted foward hard, his cock entering you in one smooth movement as every inch was forced back inside you.
Your back arched as a choked scream left you and your legs began to tremble as each thrust punched the air from your lungs, his tip knocking into your cervix with each stroke.
"Look at you baby, so pretty spread out on my cock. Practically splitting you open, but you like that huh, got you so dumb on my cock you can't even speak." He punctuated the last word with a thrust as you let out another keen whine.
A sudden ring pierced the air and you whined as Jonathan began to slow his thrusts, his eyes falling to your phone on the coffee table.
He picked it up, his eyes squinting at the screen as he began to leisurely thrust into you once again, the slow motion causing you to buck your hips up into him to get him to move faster.
"Hmm, looks like you got a call from Dean. Why don't you answer it baby, see what he wants." And before you can tell him no he presses the accept button, putting it on speaker and setting it back on the coffee table. You gasp as he thrusts hard, hitting your g-spot with no effort and causing you to clench around him.
"Hello?" Dean's voice rings out and you bite your bottom lip hard as Jonathan tilts his head at you to answer, his hand lifting your leg and pushing it to your chest causing him to slide deeper.
"Y-yeah?" You ask into the phone as Dean calls your name again.
"Hey, I can't find my Yankees Jersey, do you still have it?" He asks right as Jonathan gives another deep thrust that has you seeing stars. You choke as you struggle to form a coherent thought and Dean seems to hear the sudden strain of breath as he calls your name suspiciously.
"U-uh, no, n-no I haven't seen it." He hums and then proceeds to ask how you've been handling the break-up. Jonathan smirks as he scoots you up so that your legs are resting on either side of his, your bottom half resting on his lap. He thrusts hard and the angle now has him brushing your cervix with every stroke, the curls at the base of his cock kissing your clit. The stimulation causes you to moan loudly as you forget about every other thing, including your ex who is now shouting into the phone with confusion as he hears your moans.
"Hey Dean, Jonathan here and I'd say she's handling the break-up pretty well considering she's being split open on my cock right now. Listen." He holds the phone near your mouth as you moan brokenly.
Dean curses, shouting out in disbelief and Jonathan smirks as he hangs up the phone quickly, throwing it on the table as he brings his fingers to toy with your clit.
"Come on baby, I can feel you clenching on my cock. You liked him listening to me fuck you, didn't you?" He asks, your moans the only response he needs.
"You gonna come for me, huh angel? Come on my cock, baby. Squeezing me so tight, can't wait to fill this pretty pussy up." He mutters and the thought of his come overfilling you is what brings your pleasure to the brink.
You cry out as your pussy clenches around him like a vice, his cock fucking you through your climax as you spasm around him, and you moan as you hear a breathy gasp escape him, his cock twitching in you as he fires off a load of cum, pumping each round into you and coating your walls.
He collapses on you as you both pant and your mind slowly recovers from the haze of lust.
You kiss his cheek as he pulls out from you slowly, wincing at the sensitivity of your pussy and you reach your hand out to grab the wipes from where you keep them under the couch cushion, handing them to Jonathan who kisses you deeply in gratitude as he wipes himself off.
"We are definitely doing that again." You say after a beat of silence and he can't help but laugh.
He was so lucky to have met you that day in the park.
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hii!! can u pls write a drabble for lo'ak x fem va'vi where the reader fell first but he fell harder 😔 like he realized that the reader was so good at handling Tuk and made him think of how good their relationship is and how the reader handles lo'ak's doubts and whatnots. thank uu!!
something there  ♡۰⸼ ۫ lo'ak
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thank you for this request anon! i love this idea, and thankfully after being able to buy atwow on digital, i got over my writer's block. hopefully you like this x
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Despite the attitude lo'ak often portrayed, he was a family man. Sure, he rolled his eyes whenever his brother pulled him into a side hug, and scoffed whenever his mother tasked him with bringing tuk along on his adventures, but he loved his family. He would do absolutely anything for them.
So, when he witnessed you, a pretty girl, but a stranger no less, indulging his little sister by playing along with her games, and being so genuinely invested in what she had to say, he was intrigued.
He watched with rapt interest as the two of you wrestled playfully, rolling around in the leaves, sending dirt everywhere as you both laughed in content. You, going as far as feigning fear when Tuk hissed playfully, her small fangs not fully grown, posing more of an angry kitten if anything.
"Lo'ak! Come meet y/n, she's so pretty, and cool. She plays with me and let's me win too!" Tuk cheered. Lo'ak had no choice but to come over as you had sat up, and been made aware of his presence.
It was only when you turned to face him, did he realize, you were not a stranger at all. In fact, he knew you. you had been the first female omaticayan to tame their ikran in under five minutes. an achievement that made him envious. you were the clan's best weaver as well, often creating the outfits for the festivities, and you were beautiful. a fact that all the male na'vi were aware of. himself included.
he felt himself stumble at the revelation, and his ears pinned back as you giggled along with tuk at his misstep. tail flicking behind him he tried to remain nonchalant as he neared you, offering a nod that had you raising a confused brow.
"uh..hey." he offered lamely, sending a sharp glare at tuk when she giggled, and made googly eyes, no doubt mocking his expression.
You smiled at him, offering a wave and he mentally cursed when he felt his tail swish happily at your sudden attention. What the hell was going on with him. He had just spoken two words to you, and all of a sudden his heart was fluttering in his chest, as if trying to find it's way back to whoever had stolen it.
Oh.
Oh.
You had harbored a crush for Lo'ak, for as long as you could remember. Often tagging along with his siblings to their home, hoping to get a glimpse of him, and even trying to strike a conversation with him. He never seemed to be interested or even aware of your presence, and you had backed off, assuming your duties, all while trying to get over your feelings.
However, it seemed as if things had flipped, and now he was seeking you out. Finding excuses to spend more time with you, and watching you with such an intense gaze you'd have to look away.
Your relationship seemed to develop, yet neither of you made a move to further it, despite the obvious interest from both parties.
You sighed as you played with a yovo fruit, appetite now dissipated as you had allowed your thoughts to trail too far.
You perked up as a familiar voice called your name, tail swaying with interest as Lo'ak approached you, a nervous gait to his usual smug strut. His tail twitched nervously behind him, and you wondered what could have possibly made him so unsure of himself.
You knew he constantly compared himself to his older brother, and to his dad, to whom he looked up to, and strived to be. It saddened you that he didn't view himself as you did, confident, caring, and a strong heart.
"What is it, ma Lo'ak?" You asked, smiling proudly when a slight coloring appeared on his cheeks at your usual affectionate term for him.
He played with his fingers, before he took a deep breathe, and straightened up. His eyes found yours, and your breathe hitched at the adoration in his gaze.
"Oel ngati kameie." He spoke to you softly, his fingers trailing from his forehead towards you, in the traditional na'vi way. However those three words were laced with everything he didn't say. It was not a greeting, but a confession.
A smile broke out on your face as you repeated the gesture, a smile curling up on Lo'ak's lips as he stepped closer.
"I see you, Lo'ak. I always have."
You pulled him down, and into a kiss.
Nothing had ever felt so right.
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thinking of writing a neteyam x fem reader fic where reader is part of a group of warriors sort of like the 'dora milaje' and the warriors are tasked with keeping the clan safe and more specifically the olo'eyktan and his family. and neteyam is in awe of her and tries to get to know her, and at first she is annoyed bc as a warrior she has to be focused and he is a distraction but over time she's just like whatever but secretly pleased to see him and neteyam is just like [heart eyes] >>>>
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