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josiesullysblog · 1 year

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~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader

~Fluff, degradation, a lil smut

~Proofread?-no

~Summary-[Y/n] is known as the weird girl.

~Note-HEY! so sorry for being inactive! I usually post on the weekends, since that's when I have free time, but this entire weekend I won't be home! Posting this till I can post again, but till then I love you all!

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You never fit in, you were just different. You didn't know why you couldn't fit in, you tried. They all treated you like you were just annoying.

You remember the first time Neteyam and you met. You guys were about twelve and all the kids went traveling the forest.

You had been in the back, stopping and looking at every little thing. The small bugs fascinated you, the way they shined you wanted to learn more about them.

So, your father was able to get a book from the sky people so you would be able to identify everyone you saw. You kept stopping trying to find them, which annoyed everyone else.

“[Y/n]! Keep up,” a boy said rolling his eyes at you. “Sorry!” you smiled running to them, “we're going to leave you behind if you keep this up,” Neteyam watched you. He thought you were pretty but got distracted quickly.

“It's that stupid human book they got her,” a kid from behind you snatched it out of your hands, “hey!” you tried getting it but he was much too tall for you to reach.

He flipped through the pages scoffing, “if you wanna read their books so bad, we should turn you human!” you shook your head as he passed it to another kid.

“Can I please get it back,” they laughed before handing it to Neteyam. He froze as you approached him, “please,” he stepped back and tripped making the book fall into a puddle. “Good one, Neteyan!”

Their laughter filled your ears as you picked the book up. It was ruined, tears blurred your eyesight, “she's going to cry!” you wiped your eyes and looked at them, “no i’m not!”

Neteyam felt guilt eat him up, he didn't mean to ruin the book, “i’m sorry-” he tried coming closer but you brushed him off. “It's whatever.”

He watched you walk away, “we were just kidding,” a kid to his side said, “she obviously cared about that book, you shouldn't have taken it from her.”

The kid laughed, “I wasn't the one to drop it, it was you,” Neteyam pushed him away, “that's because I tripped, I didn't mean it.” Neteyam was getting angry why was this kid being so agitating?

“Why are you defending her, hm?” another kid said, “she your mate or something?” they laughed which was like the icing on the cake. Neteyam’s fist made contact with the boy's face, and everyone around stood in silence as Neteyam beat him up.

“Don’t say shit like that,” for a twelve-year-old, he did well but he had instant regret as he felt his father yank him away, “the hell is wrong with you boy?”

You sat down by your mother as you watched Neteyam be dragged into a tent. You both made eye contact, you hadn't known why he fought neither did he, but he just didn't like how they spoke about you.

“What were you thinking?” Neytiri spoke as Mo’at fixed Neteyam’s busted lip. Neteyam stayed silent he didn't wanna say the truth, “well? Are you gonna answer?” Jake looked at the boy in disbelief, he expected this behavior from anyone but Neteyam.

“Till you speak, all privileges are taken,” Neytiri said before storming out. Lo’ak smiled hard, holding his laugh back watching all the adults leave, “so, why’d you do it?” Neteyam shrugged, “just did.”

Lo’ak looked at him like he grew an extra head, “yeah, you just did it to do it,” the boy eventually let go of the topic.

Dinner time had rolled around and Neteyam fidgeted with his hands, he was waiting to see you to apologize. “Eat,” Neytiri looked at the boy. Neteyam was scared if he ate he’d vomit from nerves.

You walked in holding your father's hand tightly. He probably heard what happened earlier, but Neteyam knew this was the right thing to do.

After everyone had finally eaten, he got up quickly heading toward you, “[Y/n], I just wanted to say sorry about earlier,” he kept his hand down as he felt guilty. “And this is for you.” he gave you a book, the same one that was ruined but it was new.

“Thank you!” you smiled big at him taking the book. Neteyam blushed as he walked away, he definitely was crushing on you.

As you grew up, the weirder you became, but you stopped caring. If someone couldn't love you for you, then you didn't need them. At least that's what you told yourself.

Your interest shifted from bugs once you became an adult. You became aware of your body and the ache between your legs. You waited often till your parents were gone so you could explore yourself.

It felt so good, but you couldn't stop your mind from lurking onto Neteyam. How much better it feel if it were his fingers touching you. How he was the only person who was nice to you, how his eyes always lingered on you.

All these thoughts became too much and often were able to get you off. You hadn't realized that you’d moan his name out, and you certainly didn't realize his eyes burned into you during your little sesh.

There were no other words to say other than that Neteyam was obsessed with you. He didn't want to seem creepy so he’d talk with you often. You’d considered him a close friend but you never knew he’d had dreams about you.

He’d have dreams of having you spread in front of him, begging him to fuck you raw, moaning just for him, so he was excited seeing you moan for him.

“Fuck, just like that teyem,” he wanted so bad to go there and fuck you, but he knew it was the wrong time.

He needed you to be vulnerable, so he’d be able to get to you. His eyes burned at your hand, after he was done with you he knew nothing would be able to get you off beside him, “just wait.”

Neteyam knew for his plan to work, he’d have to get you alone. Which wouldn't be hard, as you were constantly by yourself. He watched as you read another human book as your legs hung into the river, “Hey [Y/n]!”

Your head shot up at his voice, smiling when you noticed who it was, “hi!” your stomach engulfed in butterflies as Neteyam sat next to you. “What are you doing?”

“Just reading!” it was common for Neteyam to speak with you so you always felt happy when he did. You both spoke for a few minutes before the topic of mates came up.

“My mother says I need to hurry and choose someone,” you said sheepishly as Neteyam’s eyes bore into you. “Well, I don't think any man here could handle a woman like you,” Neteyam said as you played with your curls.

“What do you mean by that?” he was always so nice so the change in tone confused you, “I mean no man here could handle such a sexual woman like you, [Y/n].”

Your heart fell, and your sexual attraction had been figured out. You looked away from him as he chuckled, “you think I can’t hear you?” he grabbed your chin forcing you to look back at him.

“I hear the way you moan, and I know no man would be able to give you what you truly want.” his other hand traveled down your body as you gasped, “Neteyam,” he shushed you by kissing you.

His kiss was long and deep which you gladly accepted, “tell me everything you want, pretty girl. How you want me to bend you over and break you like the slut you are.”

His hands traveled down, cupping your heat, “please, please fuck me.” He smiled as he played with your clit, “your gonna be a good slut for me?” you nodded frantically. “Words,” you licked your lips, “yes, please.”

He smiled as his fingers dug into you, causing a moan, “you weren't even doing it right, you see a slut like you could never touch themselves properly,” he gained a fast pace as your eyes began to tear up.

Neteyam smiled, he had you just where he wanted you. If he had you addicted to his touch he knew you’d never leave, he was going to make you a whore. His whore.

You became drunk off his fingers as you became close, “i’m gonna, fuck.” Neteyam’s fingers became fast, “repeat after me, no one can touch youas I do.”

You began crying as he was going so fast, “n-no one can touch-,” you stopped it was becoming too much. Your voice hurt from screaming too much, “continue or i’m stopping,” he slowed down causing the words to shoot out, “no one can touch me as you do, please don't stop!”

Finally, you were his your body and soul, “can I cum?” he smiled, “no,” he sped up, “this is what you wanted.”

He kissed you, “to be fucked silly by me, and it's only my fingers.” you grabbed his hand attempting to slow him down, “cum for me, baby.” you let it go Neteyam kissing you to muffle your sound.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” he watched as your body collapsed to the floor. You tried scooting away to catch your breath but felt a hand grab your ankle, “we're not finished, pretty girl.”

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HEYYYYYYY! HOPE YOU ENJOYYYYYYY IT😍😍😍😍😍😍!! THIS ISNT PROOFREAD BTWWW🤭🤭🤭

#avatar way of water #neteyam #avatar loak #avatar #neteyam x y/n #jake sully #avatar neytiri #neteyam smut #protective neteyam #neteyam x na'vi!reader #avatar tuk #loak x reader #neytiri #avatar smut #avatar neteyam

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outro-jo · 9 months

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hyunjinnie with his bf

pairing: hyunjin x male identifying reader

type: headcanon

warning: none really

notes: i wrote this for my bestie but i don’t identify as male so… 🙃 i just think there is so little mlm fics on here and wanted to help but i mostly stick to gender neutral 🤍

requests off for now 🖤

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so soft for you

like he literally gets caught all the time giving you heart eyes from one of the boys

big ol’ tease

not just seggsually but like he loves a good playful banter

not afraid to hold hands with you. he does not care bc he can and will fight

calls you baby boy

his bottom lip is permanently between his teeth i stg

loves styling you but especially in his clothes

laughs at literally everything you say bc he’s a simp and an ijbol

his fav thing to do is late night runs to the convenience store to get ramen

bc he just loves walking around, hand in hand with you

your literal rock

he can always tell when you’re upset

he’s a liar bc he says he’s not big on affection bc he’s literally all over you all the fuckin time

his favorite thing to do is introduce you as his boyfriend

“hey! this is my boyfriend—“ “have you met my boyfriend?” “omg you have to meet my boyfriend!”

loves taking you to versace events and showing you off

spoils you

but also loves to be spoiled 👀

“you gotta wear this hoodie for a while. it doesn’t smell like you anymore.”

such a cuddle bug omg

whines a lot

“nooo come here!!”

usually accompanied by a pout and grabby hands

god, kissing those lips is other worldly and he KNOWS how down bad you are for them

uses it to his advantage

but he loves it too so it’s fine

not great at texting but he LOVES sending you pics

lord, the shirtless pics you get… and spicy pics bye

you’re 1000% his muse. the drawing he has of you is insane

also cute pics on his phone and polas

pulls you in by your belt loops to kiss you

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wazzappp · 6 months

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So. What if Jaime had chemoreceptors on spots his armor? I have four potential explanations/reasons.

One: the less creepy version: certain types of bugs taste with their feet, etc. Not beetles, but they do. They can land on things and identify whether or not they’re food that way. So, fingertips and or balls of his feet have the ability to taste.

Two: the raptorial version. The forearm blades/upper forelegs are raptorial. If he’s fighting/hunting, he might wanna be able to sense if this is food or not, once he sticks his blades in. So taste receptors on the blades. Possibly little pores like ampullae of lorenzini (detects electrical impulses, so might help with finding muscles to cut to incapacitate prey), or thermal pits like vipers (to help locate large veins to slice.)

Three: antenna version.

The upper forelimbs kinda look like antenna, could give them sensory function (in suit). Maybe sensitive to pressure on the tips, with chemoreceptors clustered on the tip (active investigation, like he’s poking at a thing) and trailing in a rough line down the limb towards his main body (passive investigation, like the wind blows a smell to him)

Four: scout version. The scarab is an infiltrator, part of infiltrating is collecting data, so the armor must have a whole fuck-ton of sensors on it, so the scarab can get lots of data to send to Reach. Khaj isn’t interested in the reach, but that doesn’t change what it was designed for. So lots of sensors everywhere, with taste/smell receptors clustered on the ends of limbs (feet, hands, blades)

Thank you, have a nice day!

Hey. Hi. Not to be dramatic but I’m going to marry you now. This is not a request. Put the ring on

Hoooooooooly fuck I love the Ampullae of Lorenzini idea so much. I know there aren’t really insects that have them (as far as I know) but I don’t fucking care they’re SO COOL. The gel inside ampullengang might need to change because it’s meant to detect electromagnetic fields underwater but that’s like. The only real issue here.

Fuckkkk you could have so much fun with behavioral shit too. Movement might cause his mantis blades to try and lash out to attack whatever’s triggering them. In battle this could help with quick instinctive attacks that might not be possible if he was doing it consciously. BAD news is that means he has to get a grip on them real fucking quick so he doesent hurt anyone on accident. OHHHH MY GOD WHICH WOULD MAKE DUCK-TAPING THEM DOWN IN MY LAST LIL AU BLURB EVEN MORE FUN LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO.

Oh god accidentally hurting a family member. His worst fucking nightmare. Delicious. I am drinking that shit like lemonade.

Yes I added his little clawsies in the diagram you can fit SO many knives on this boy.

THERMAL!! PITS!! Holy fuck I did not know there were beetles that have these but there ARE. They’re called fire chaser beetles and they can sense fires from MILES away and holy fuck I love them. Their sensilla (sorry for spelling it wrong in the drawing lmao) are stored in the thorax and are infrared receptors. These contain liquid which expand in response to the infrared radiation, and touch a nerve, which tells the beetle where heat is coming from.

For Jaime this would be weird as FUCK. It’s more just a sense of 'HEAT WHEREMST’ than infrared vision. It is nice for telling his mom when she forgot to turn off the oven though.

#god bless this slow day at work. if I had to wait any longer to draw these I was going to implode #also I love that bottom right Jaime. he looks so bug. I’m so proud #jaime reyes #khaji da #blue beetle #my art #mantis blades au #blue beetle 2023 #this ask had me in a mental frenzy for like. 5 hours. it was great #sketch #blue beetle bio diagrams #blue beetle headcannons

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lumosinlove · 5 months

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Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Three: Sirius

Safehouse Somewhere in Athens

Athens, Greece

Sirius guessed he had expected heat in Athens. Just subconsciously. Instead, he zipped up his black Patagonia as he walked into the kitchen and pulled a knit hat down over his ears. He put the stove-top coffee on, hissing a little at the leap of the flame while igniting the gas.

It was a sagging, one story house. Narrow and tucked between two other ones just like it. The kitchen came first, a window looking out onto the street. They kept the curtains drawn. The living room was really just a small, thin-cushioned couch in the kitchen, and the three bedrooms were off of the single hallway. One bathroom. Sirius sighed as he waited for the water to heat. One bathroom had freezing or scalding water. But it was safe. At least for now. No bugs, both he and James had checked while Finn stood there nervously like he was afraid to move. They’d have Leo check again once he arrived, just in case.

The coffee began to bubble, the creme on the top thickened by the sugar. When they had been here last, Remus had taken strongly to the bittersweet drink, even the gritty taste of the fine coffee grounds in it. Sirius didn’t love it, but he needed something.

Because Remus was somewhere in this city. Somewhere on this Earth.

He checked the cupboards. At least those were somewhat stocked. The small fridge had cheese, eggs, bread. Olives, even a bottle of white wine. Leo would be able to work his usual magic.

“Morning.”

Sirius closed the fridge. Finn came out of the bedroom in a thick sweatshirt and pajama pants, rubbing his arms.

“Hey,” Sirius said. He’d feel better if Finn was dressed and wearing shoes, ready to ditch at a moment’s notice.

“Is there heat we can turn on?”

“No heat,” Sirius said, but took a second cup down from the sparse hooks on the wall. “Sorry. Space heater by the couch.”

“Ah,” Finn said.

“Are those Logan’s?”

Finn looked up from where he was standing curled in on himself in front of the rumbling, ancient looking heater. “What?”

“Your clothes.”

Finn brushed his fingers over the sweatshirt’s cuff. Turned his nose into the collar, or maybe he was just cold. “Yeah.”

“No coat?” Sirius plucked at his own. “It’ll be in a ball. Zipped up into itself, made small.”

“Um. I’ll look again.”

“Coffee?”

Finn nodded and Sirius poured.

“James isn’t awake yet?” Finn asked.

“He’s on watch.” Sirius didn’t think it would help anything if he told Finn they’d both been taking shifts throughout the night. Did Finn really think they would all just fall asleep? He had to keep reminding himself that Logan kept most of this life away from him, showing him only the happier aftermaths of long, well-deserved vacations together.

“Milk’s in the fridge if you take it,” Sirius said.

“That’s fine.” Finn held his mug between both hands. Logan’s sweatshirt fit him well. Where Finn rose above him in height, Logan made up in the width of his shoulders. It had no logo, nothing someone could identify anything by. Logan had said Finn once gifted him one of his own university sweatshirts to bring in his go-bag, and Logan had had to explain that he would never wear anything while working that could lead someone back to Finn.

I hate telling him the bad parts, Logan had said softly to Sirius one night when they had been in New York. Logan had been particularly mournful, having visited the city the most to see Finn’s family. I hate seeing how he tries not to show how much it scares him.

“What now?” Finn asked. “I mean…how do we do this? How do we start?”

Well first, please put some fucking shoes on. “Now we wait.”

“For what?”

“Leo.”

“Why didn’t he travel with you?”

Sirius sighed. He had not gotten enough sleep for this. “Sometimes that’s how it works. Leo’s on our team, but he’s not the same kind of agent as I am, or James.”

“Or Remus and Lo?”

Lo. God, it had been a long time since Sirius had heard Finn call him that. He really, really hoped that Finn hadn’t set his heart on anything changing. At least not all of it. Sirius had seen those shots. He’d seen Remus drop. He’d seen Logan’s head snap back with the force of a bullet. He’d seen them both go down. He’d seen them dragged into the boat off the Sounion beaches where their bodies had been, most likely, sent to the seafloor.

“Right,” Sirius said. “So, he’s on our team but he has other work, and it’s not always fieldwork like us.”

Finn seemed to mull this over for a moment. “So, does that mean he’s never in as much danger?”

Sirius took a long drink of his coffee. He held the thick graininess beneath his tongue before swallowing. “No. Not really. He can be tracked through cyber means as well as we could be followed on foot.”

“Oh.”

Sirius heard the door open and James’ two note whistle, letting him know it was just him.

“Speaking of, you should get dressed. You never know when we’ll have to go and bad guys don’t wait for laces.”

Finn blinked. “I—oh. Shit. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” James’ voice came as he walked into the kitchen. “Sirius is a worry-wart.”

“We’re here to track two agents who we saw get shot in the back.”

Sirius saw Finn shiver, curling closer to his cup.

“Okay, fair,” James said. “Leo’s arriving, saw him down the road. Coffee?”

“Yeah.”

James sniffed. “No tea?”

“If you wanted your perfectly made tea every day you should’ve gotten a desk job.”

James rolled his eyes and accepted a cup. “Is there milk in this joint, at least?”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “Fridge.” He pushed up from where he was leaning against the counter. “I could…make something. Eggs or—”

James raised his eyebrows as he poured milk into his cup. “Did you not hear me say Leo’s arriving? Why eat an apple seed when you could wait for the apple?”

Sirius snorted into his cup, and the door opened again. Two notes, exactly the same as James’.

“Hi,” Leo said. “I—” His eyes widened when he saw Finn.

“Hi,” Finn said. He looked sheepish, but he set his coffee cup down and faced Leo. “Hi.”

Leo looked properly spooked in Sirius’ opinion. Then again, James and Sirius had a quiet bet between them that Leo had quite the crush on Logan. Maybe, if they found him, Leo had been hoping for some time away from Finn. It can’t be all too fun to be crushing on a married man, James had said once. Let him have his fun. It’s harmless.

“What…” Leo set his bag down with a plomp. It was nearly identical to Sirius’ own—Dark, waterproof and unremarkable. “What are you doing here?”

Before Finn, or any of them, could even answer, Leo was striding forward and pulling Finn into a tight hug. Oh God, he heard Leo say under his breath and tucked his nose briefly into Finn’s neck.

Sirius and James looked at each other.

“I need to know if…” Finn’s voice wavered, chin on Leo’s shoulder. Leo didn’t need him to finish. It must be raining lightly, having just started because James was dry. Leo’s blond hair had little jewels of drops on the curls. Finn turned his face into them a little, water transferring in dew drops onto his cheek.

Leo pulled back and took Finn’s shoulders in his large hands. Leo rubbed his arm once, up and down. “Have you eaten?”

Sirius left them to it. Leo had whipped up buttery eggs and even heated some of the milk to combat James’ woeful coffee pleas. Leo would get set up, he’d share a room with Finn, and so he could answer the bulk of Finn’s questions for a while. They did spend more time together, after all. Sirius pulled his hat more firmly over his ears and made sure the door locked behind him.

It was a gray day, but the Christmas lights around every streetlamp broke through some of the gloom. The other people about the streets seemed untouched by it. It looked like a normal Saturday. The markets were out—soft breads and walnut cookies coated in powder sugar. Winter greens and roots, hot spiced drinks. Vendors calling back and forth to each other and little kids being chased between legs by their older siblings. Sirius tried to imagine it. Walking outside without his gun. Going shopping while holding someone’s hand.

He hadn’t known where he was going until he arrived, but there the table was. The cafe looked exactly the same. Two old couples at some of the tables outside, bundled in their coats and scarves and sipping espresso. A waiter nodded him into the third of the tables. Their table. Sirius sat down with a heart beating hard.

“Thank you,” Sirius said in Greek.

“Sir?”

“Espresso.”

“Very good.”

The marble top was stained the same—the two interlocking coffee rings. Those had been in front of Remus last time, which meant he was in Remus’ chair. The thought sent a prickle up his neck. Two days before he had died. How had they been sitting here, laughing, just two days before—well, not died. God, he wasn’t dead, he was somewhere in this city.

“Sir,” the waiter said. An espresso cup—tiny and thin—the creamy surface so perfectly serene. Sirius would leave the money on the table, just as the couple leaving did. This was the part that came with training. Don’t stand out. Don’t give yourself away by asking for the check or getting up and going inside. You sit, you drink, you talk, and you leave.

Of course, him and Remus had done much more than that. It had been eight at night, not eight in the morning, and the espresso had been Negronis. Remus had already been flushed by the heat, but the gin had given his smile a whole new light.

He’d leaned on his palm, cold rocks glass pressed against his cheek. “This heat. Makes you want to jump in the ocean, huh?”

They hadn’t. Not quite. But they’d paid for their drinks and picked up a chilled bottle of white wine instead. Sat on the steps of a church and laughed into each other’s shoulders. Remus’ mouth had brushed his neck at one point and Sirius knew Remus had felt his breathing change.

Remus had tucked a dark strand of Sirius’ hair behind his ear. “It’s nice to see you let loose a little.”

“Am I really as uptight as everyone says?”

Remus had just poured Sirius another inch of wine. “No. But usually when we give ourselves a day off while on a job, you act all guilty. Instead, you’re here laughing with me.”

Sirius should have kissed him that night. He really could have. Remus had looked right at his mouth.

Sirius had expected a kiss maybe. Instead, Remus had looked back at him and said. Sometimes I wonder what we’re doing. Sirius had thought he meant them, but then Remus had said, Who we’re doing it for.

Sirius tilted back his head to get the dregs of his coffee, eyes scanning the street, and he nearly dropped the cup. He sat up straight and set the cup on its saucer hard.

“Remus,” he whispered. He only just remembered to fish out money, but he didn’t take his spot off of where the flash of familiar blond-brown hair had disappeared.

It was just like him, and it did mean something was wrong. To show his face after all this time, luring Sirius back here, and then knowing that he’d retrace their steps, retrace himself back to that night.

Remus had looked right at his mouth. “We shouldn’t…I—Sirius, I want—We shouldn’t.”

Another glimpse. Shoulders, grey t-shirt. Another turned corner, and Sirius couldn’t help it anymore. He broke into a run. The markets weren’t as picturesque while trying to run through them. He dodged around families, locked-hands and stuffed grocery bags with green carrot tops spilling out. The person—Remus?—had yet to turn around. It was like he was leading him somewhere.

He should radio. He should tell James. He caught himself against the edge of a building as he turned a corner. It couldn’t have been more than a few moments after—after whoever this was, after whatever trick Sirius was playing on himself.

But nothing. Gone. The buildings dead-ended but he had been sure he saw him. Sirius was panting, sweating in his jacket and hat.

“Remus,” he whispered. He looked behind him, back the way he’d come, then at the wall. It had a gate on it, but Sirius couldn’t get the chains off of it with even the hardest tug. Remus wouldn’t have been able to get through and lock back up, not in the time it took Sirius to catch up.

Sirius leaned against the gate and closed his eyes. “Jesus.” He just wanted to find him. That was all. He just wanted to find him.

He was alive. Alive, alive, alive.

#Christmas Eve will find me lumosinlove #winterfic 2023 lumosinlove #wolfstar #spy au #finnlo #sunfish #lionfish

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cairavende · 7 months

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Worm Arc 9 thoughts:

Not enough of my daughter. Where is my baby girl? Though I do enjoy getting different PoVs. It'll work for a little bit.

Weld is neat. Didn't feel great about him at first but he grew on me. His scene with Vista made me love him. He's a good kid. (He should probably have learned Aegis, Gallant, and Browbeat's names before talking to the team the first time though)

On the note of that scene - THEY HAD A THERAPIST THIS ENTIRE TIME? The Wards had a therapist available to them and no one was having them see said therapist after 3 of their teammates died? Piggot is so bad at this.

Me reading Flechette's chapter with the aim of making her gay as I have done with everyone else: "Oh wow this is a really easy one!"

I wanted to see more of Parian sooo badly after I first saw her and I'm so fucking glad this is how I see her! Flechette and Parian are wonderful and I hope they get gay married and retire together.

Me saying that probably highly increases the chance that one of them dies in the future.

I'm very glad Flechette gave up on Shadow Stalker. I like Flechette and she shouldn't have to deal with that asshole.

I feel so bad for Clockblocker. He's just a kid and his dad is dying and that sucks. I wanna bake him some cookies or something.

The professor of that class was so clearly identifiable as "one of those professors". All "up until now you haven't had to think, but in Parahumans 103 you'll need to think and I'm not gonna baby you yada yada". It's still just a 100 level course dude, geeze. Get off your high horse.

Clockblocker and Vista are siblings and I love their dynamic.

Despite me feeling for these kids some, the second the Travelers started clowning on them I was enjoying the shit out of myself.

Fucking Trickster is just so much damn fun. His powers are cool and he really lives up to his name. I love him.

Glory Girl getting rocketed off into the sky by Ballistic had me in tears from laughter.

Kid Win has ADHD. I was sure Kid Win had ADHD before I even started on the Kid Win chapter where he says he has ADHD. Someone get this kid some Adderall. And some therapy for all that self doubt and imposter syndrome.

Kid Win also didn't even hesitate to illegally spy on Chariots personal computer by hacking into the wi-fi, so that doesn't give me great confidence in the Wards following rules. Or any heroes. I'm sure that won't ever come up again though.

These Slaughter House Nine guys I'm sure won't be a big deal. They won't do horrible things to hundreds of people. Gonna be taken care of by heroes off screen during the next arc. No worries at all!

Vista joined the team when she was 10? The superhero team that has to deal with death on a semi-regular basis and terrifying violence all the time. That team. She joined it when she was TEN?! Shitty system you guys have here!

Saved the best for last - SHADOW STALKER GETTING FUCKING MEMED ON BY MY WONDERFUL DAUGHTER! (And my daughters friends)

God I wasn't sure about her chapter at first. She is so mean and I didn't necessarily want to spend a long time in her head watching her be mean. But then my daughter showed up in a swarm of bugs and fucked up a bunch of Nazis and I knew everything was going to be ok.

The instant Shadow Stalker started to follow Skitter I knew she was gonna get fucking wrecked. I don't know why I knew, maybe I just know my daughter well enough. But no matter the reason I was so happy to watch it happen. Wasn't worried for Skitter at any moment cause I knew she was gonna bitch slap this asshole.

Just. Damn I fucking LOVE watching my daughter just be a goddess of bugs and go to town.

I could keep going about Shadow Stalker getting absolutely destroyed for who knows how long, so I'll just have to stop myself.

And we see a new person with the Undersiders, did Aisha get her powers? I'm so happy for her! I can't wait to see what they are.

Imp is a great name and it's kinda fucking bonkers it wasn't taken by somebody else already.

Did I mention Shadow Stalker getting clowned?

Cause she did.

Just completely baited and then my wonderful baby girl even got to tase her. I'm so happy for her. Sometimes a little violence is the answer.

#Worm #Worm Web Serial #Parahumans #Cairavende reads Worm #The Wards #Vista is baby #Flechette and Parian are always going to live a happy gay life in my head no matter what actually happens #Parian is too pure for this world #Shadow Stalker getting taken to FUCKING CLOWN TOWN #I love my wonderful bug daughter so much #Seriously though how bad can a group of villains call The Slaughterhouse Nine actually be?

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enby-jellyfish · 20 days

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Appreciating the Little Things

Loki x GN!Reader (POC friendly)

Pronouns: you/they/them

Summary: In an easier time, decades before his brother was cast out to Midgard, Loki was in love. The subject of his affection has an eye for the littler things, like bugs. The adolescent prince does not understand their fascination.

Warnings: Bugs, fluff, Loki and Reader being cringey teenagers, bad writing (I am cringe but I am free)

Word Count: 656

A/N: This is my first fic ever! Loki was the first character I ever read a fanfiction about, so I felt it only right that he be the first I write about. English is not my first language, so please be kind.

It is a beautiful spring morning. You can feel the sun softly caressing your skin, hear the birds singing their songs of love to each other, and admire all the beautiful blooming flowers of the palace gardens.

The perfect day to go bug hunting.

Your life has been very busy as of late. This has mainly been due to your betrothal to the infamous second born prince. The choosing of fabrics, foods and flowers has been very draining. Planning a royal wedding is a lot more work than you were anticipating, so you could really use a small break before getting back to your duties.

As you sit in the grass, amongst the wildflowers, looking for the small subjects of your interest, your brooding betrothed, who usually spends his time somewhere dark and quiet with a book in hand, has also made the decision to come outside.

Loki enters the palace gardens. He looks around and sees you sitting hunched over in the grass.

"Did they drop something? Are they hurt?" He thought whilst walking over.

"What are you doing?" He asks, making you jump.

"Oh, Loki!" You exclaim, trying to compose yourself. "You startled me!"

He suppresses a smile. "My deepest apologies, darling." He says, putting his hand up in mock surrender.

You roll your eyes at him, redirecting your attention back to the beetle you've been attempting to identify.

"What are you doing?" He asks again.

"I'm looking at bugs." You say, not taking your eyes off the task at hand.

"Well, why would you do that?" He puts his hands on his hips.

"Because I like it, it calms my currently restless mind. They're such fascinating little creatures, don't you think?" You say softly, your mind occupied by the insect crawling over your hand.

"Not particularly."

You shoot him an annoyed look and playfully hit his leg.

"Be nice! Here, just look." You gesture to the insect you're cradling in your palm.

"I am!" He attempts to defend himself.

You roll your eyes again, a motion you seem to be doing more and more, the more time you spend with Loki. You pull him down to sit next to you.

You hold your beetle up again, continuing to rant about the intricacies of insects and their importance.

Loki hums noncommittally, looking at you instead of the beetle, admiring the way your eyes light up when you talk.

"A rose chafer."

Confused you stop your ranting and look at him. "What?"

"The beetle you were trying to identify, it is a rose chafer."

You sit up and look at him in disbelief. "Now, how do you know that? A few moments ago you didn't care for bugs."

He sighs, fighting back a smile. He starts picking at the skin of the palm laying in his lap.

"I... I might have found an entomology book in the library. I started studying it after our courtship started."

You grin at him. "Careful my dear prince, if you're not careful I might start thinking my affections for you are reciprocated."

He blushes as you grab his hand and kiss his cheek.

You smile lovingly at each other, a feeling of mutual love and understanding washing over the both of you.

He gently brushes his hand over your cheekbone. "As much as I would love to spend the whole day in the dirt with you darling, we really should get back to the palace." He says, attempting to sound teasingly but not quite succeeding.

You decide not to comment on his sudden softness this time and sigh. "Yes, we probably should. I love your mother, but she would kill the both of us if we were late to the preparations for our own wedding." You say getting up, brushing off your clothes.

Loki smiles at the mention of his mother and gets up as well, offering you his arm.

"I don't doubt that for a second, my love."

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biteforblood · 7 months

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[ HEADCANONS #3 ] various.

✶ notes : gn!reader, “fluff”, cursing, brief mention of a knife, regulus, 0.4k

caelum has really fluffy, really curly baby pink hair

darlin’ is so bad about asking for help when they’re injured, this we already know after the whole bleeding on sam’s couch incident. but. it goes beyond the big moments, it also applies to the smaller ones ; the paper cuts, the slips of the knife, the migraines, ….

sam, david, asher, whoever it is has to damn near fight tooth and nail just to get them to say where it hurts, then from there it’s practically pulling teeth to get the why, how bad, how long, so on

gavin is always touching fl. i don’t just mean like thighs or arms pressed together, knee bumping against theirs, though that is some of the ways. no, i mean like an arm around their waist or shoulders, hand on their thigh or lower back, fingers laced together

he has to have at least one hand on them at all times, if not both when possible. and, yes, this does become a good problem very quickly ( this also applies to the other clingy bois )

guy is an ass man. argue with the wall. it’s basically canon >:p ( /hj )

regulus talks in his listener’s head, but i feel like if they ( we? ) were to actually physically see him that, when he’s talking, his mouth is like right next to their ear. like, his head is next to theirs, he whispers and growls right into their ear, eyes half-closed yet staring into theirs, his expression occasionally tightening or hardening when his control slips

similarly, when his voice takes on that growl, i imagine his face…darkens or distorts, like a shadow over his face or a screen glitching and bugging out ; it’s as if his eyes haven’t properly loaded, his smile is too big and sharp

david and asher have definitely kissed before ; maybe it was a dare, maybe they were drunk, maybe they were curious. don’t know the specifics, but those to have so kissed before

likes anton, damien loves animals — especially birds and bugs. he can identify the species, has memorized their latin names and facts about them, knows where they’re commonly found

uh, however, he does not like spiders ( back on my projecting .3. ) deathly afraid, fucking despises them, even the little bitty ones. huxley has to come and get every single one while damien stands as far away as possible

speaking of huxley and spiders actually, he is the only one out of the damn crew ( aside from coworker maybe ) who isn’t scared of spiders and is okay to go near them. everyone else? fuck no.

#[ ✶ . blood loss ]#redacted asmr x reader #redacted audio x reader #redacted asher #redacted caelum #redacted damien #redacted david #redacted gavin #redacted guy #redacted huxley #redacted regulus #redacted sam #redacted darlin

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bloggingboutburgers · 8 months

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Hey, so I'd like to start off this by saying that I'm very certain that I'm straight.

But.

I find most of your comics very relatable, especially the ones where you struggle to understand how people try to put romance/sex everywhere and make it the central part of their lives.

Like, I've had conversations with my friends who seem to think that not finding a romantic partner is some sort of personal failure or a life not worth living.

And like, i get the appeal of romance and sex. It's there for me too, but. There's also video games and books and food and cats and looking at the stars. Why spend so much time and effort on this 1 thing?

One guy i know even said to me that he's only pretending to be friends with girls if he thinks it increases his chance of finding a girlfriend. Like, he's given up on being friends with half the population just for that?! I can't understand that at all.

Sorry if i ranted for too long, but do you have any idea why im like this or they are like that, it's really been bugging me recently.

Thank you so much for reaching out!! Honestly, it's always a relief when someone who doesn't identify as ace related to those things I express. Because yeah, I don't believe that should be an ace-only thing, really!

I've got guy friends, most of which are very supportive of my queerplatonic partner and I, and have been supportive of me being asexual before that. But people like that one guy you mentioned are why I always have that conditioned initial sort of "fear" of guys in the back of my head, and I hate it.--" It makes me implicitly disrespectful of guys who may mean me no harm or have zero ulterior sexual or romantic motives. I'm very glad I have those friends as proof that not everyone thinks this way – and I'm very glad I have those friends overall because they really rock.

But yeah, I honestly don't get the whole idea of why it's portrayed as so freaking crucial to the human experience as if it were an obligation. There could be many reasons. On the one hand, I guess being romantically or sexually excited brings in levels of dopamine that act pretty quick and hard and that might be why people latch on to it – my bad if I misunderstand that, I'm definitely not a sciency person, and I don't understand those appeals at all as an aro-ace, so I might be totally wrong about this. On the other hand, there might be a result of deep-rooted societal and traditionalist constructs of "people must get paired and make lots of equally traditional babies". Though not everyone agrees with traditionalist principles, and yet a lot of people will hyperfixate on those ideas of love and sex as ultimate single ideas anyway. So I'm not sure. I'm one of the least well positioned people to get it, really TwT But it's always a big reassurance when other people of any orientation take a look at the situation and are like "that's not all there is". I truly appreciate it.

#logorrhea5mip #thank you that was valuable input #allonormativity #asexuality

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I'm aromatic and that's all I've ever told people I'm probably on the ace spectrum but I've never ever once TOLD a person I was ace. I've identified myself with aro and I'm comfortable in it and my identity but every and I mean EVERY person I've known and told about me being aro will tell others and when referencing me to myself says ace. I had a friend who had many labels and I thought they'd understand that I'm aro not ace cause they used they/them and neopronouns but EVERY AND I MEAN EVERY TIME XE INTRODUCED SOMEONE TO ME They'd say I'm ace.

"oh this is dense she's ace"

"I'm actually aromatic"

"same thing".

"I know your so done hearing me talk about dating people and having crush being ace and all"

"I'm aromatic not ace and it doesn't bug me"

"Okay~"

They said "okay" in a weird way and looking back I think they were trying to make me jealous that I can't love and then didn't believe me when I said I didn't care.

This next instance made me never talk about my identity around or with them ever again.

"happy birthday!!!!!"

"I'm finally legal let's GOOOO!"(I just turned AOC)

"don't make jokes about you having sex it make me uncomfortable cuz your ace"

"I'm not ace I'm aro and you know that and you make sex jokes at me all the time and make them with others I can make sex jokes if I want"

"well I don't like it and it's the same thing. you know your just a little baby in my mind which makes it weird hearing you say that and your my best friend so I don't want to think of you with others.

I ghost xem after but reading that almost make me puke. IM, ME AM NOT ALOUD TO MAKE SEX JOKES CUZ U SEE ME AS A BABY CUZ YOU THINK IM ACE AND SEX REPULSED, FUCK YOU.

Another thing is my family, we're a very open family having no problems with pronoun or name changes or being gay the only problem is my aunt married a conservative American

My younger cousin maybe 8 at that point made a gay dating joke after my aunt said something about boys maybe to impress me since I'm 8 years older then him and I told nah that's not me I'm aromatic which means I don't like boys or girls my aunt chimed in saying "we don't need to be talking about this with HIM, he doesn't need to now this "I told her "he is the one that brought it up so he obviously knows and just like how you talk about girls dating boys I could talk about me not dating anyone it makes no difference especially when he is making innuendos. Wait have you even had sex Ed?" "No" he replied, then my oh so fun chimed in saying "he's too young for sex ed it's good he hasn't had in it." "No I'm more surprised he hasn't had sex ed it's important he should have it." "No he's too young" "remember how I was sexually assaulted when I was six and I had no clue what happened to me until I had sex Ed and was told that it was bad and to tell my parent them told my mom and got help do you want him oblivious if it happened to him" "it's different." "How?" He stopped talking and went outside I asked my cousin is he wanted to play Minecraft he said yes so we did that but a few hours later to the bathroom my aunt grabbed me and asked if I was serious about was I said about boys and girls I told her "yes I'm aromatic and don't like boys or girls or anyone like the opposite of being bi." "Are you sure maybe you just haven't met the right person"(I was kinda floored by this she would've said that if I said I like girls) "yes I'm sure I'm seventeen and have never have a crush or ever wanted to be with someone" "but what if one day you fall in love" "and what if one day aliens take over the planet it's possible but I'm not going to bother myself thinking about it." "Well I just don't want you trapping yourself in this label stopping yourself from liking someone." "I never have and probably never will like someone but if magically one day I do I won't stop myself does that sound good to you?" "Yes".

I just love negotiating my identity to keep people happy I've had that exact talk maybe 11 times now and im so done with it, I'm known for my patience explaining sexuality stuff to my older family cause I know their just curious but please stop checking in to see if I've change my sexuality like a clown fish I'm so done.

This was mostly a long rant but I just wanted it out there and to leave it on a good note my mom loves me for who I am and makes fun of my family and people who just can't get it through their head that I'm not going to ever date someone I'm her star child with no drama ✨ which I always find funny.

Love to all that have a hard time with it I love you and your valuable and valid

i’m so sorry to hear about your friends and family, you mum sounds lovely!

#our aroace experience #aroace asks #aromantic #asexual #aro #ace #aroace #aro pride #ace pride #long post

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am-i-obsessed---maybe · 2 years

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Hello

Can I please request a mando( din djarin ) x male reader fic

A male reader who used to be a medic and tends to dins wounds and din confesses that he loves him

Hell ya! First Star Wars Request!

If you wanna request something go ahead though it might take me a bit

(Also I love this idea so much)

Word Count: 2.3k

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I tried to describe the reader's body as little as possible so it's accessible to more people :)

To The Outer Rim And Back

For the last five years your life had been a mess.

For years your only goal was to destroy the empire and now that the empire was no more you had no idea what to do.

You'd been a field medic in the rebellion, you'd never thought about what you'd do once the empire was actually gone but here you were. Both deathstars were destroyed, the emperor was dead, a new galactic republic was established and you had to figure out what to do with your life.

You traveled for a time, seeing the sights and exploring the galaxy on your own terms for the first time in your life.

You even helped establish a few free medbay clinics in the outer rim with the help of the new republic but it wasn't the same. you still yearned for adventure. The adrenaline rush of a fight is something you almost felt ashamed of missing, after all you fought to bring peace back to the galaxy.

Although things weren't all bad, your clinics were the reason you first met Din. Although you didn't know his name then.

He came into your clinic on Nevarro because what you assumed was his foster son- Grogu was acting off.

He immediately stood out with is mandalorian armour among the uniformed staff and dully dressed villagers.

One of the nurses you'd trained- Alma- tried to help him but she was out of her depth and had no idea what to do so she came to get you.

You put on a fresh pair of gloves and smiled at Grogu.

"Hello there little guy" You told him as you approached him and he cooed.

"What seems to be the problem?" You asked the nervous man, you couldn't read his expressions through his helmet but you weren't the least bit intimidated.

That was the first thing he noticed about you. Your confidence never waivered. Most people were terrified to see him for the first time (including the nurse who'd tried to help him earlier) but not you.

"He hasn't been feeling well, he's not eating as much as he normally does" He said and you nodded asking Grogu to open his mouth so you could examine his throat.

"Well I've never seen a being like him but the computer should be able to identify the problem, he doesn't seem violently sick so it's probably just a stomach bug" You told the mandalorian calmly as you scanned Grogu.

"Well it's not a bug" You told him while looking at the results of the scan on your data pad.

"Is it worse?" He asked and you laughed. He decided he liked your laugh.

"No, he probably ate something that didn't sit right with him- didn't you little one" You said, turning to Grogu and petting him.

"Developmentally he's a toddler and most species have a stage where they put practically anything they can get your hands on in their mouths" You explained and the mandalorian nodded.

"But besides that he's perfectly healthy, you should be proud" You told him and you couldn't see his smile from under his helmet but it was there.

"I am" He told you.

"It'll probably pass on it's own in a few days, if it doesn't come back here and ask for Y/N L/N" You told him.

"Who's that?" He asked and you chuckled. He liked when you did that.

"That's my name" You told him as you handed him your data pad.

"Now just sign here please so we can log this visit in our system Mr. Mandalorian" You said and he nodded.

As he walked out with Grogu in his arms as the child played with the small toy you gave young kids after their appointments at the clinic.

you looked down at the data pad he signed. You weren't expecting him to write his actual name there, after all he didn't even take his helmet off to talk to you but you smiled when you saw he wrote Din Djarin. You had no way of knowing if it was his real name but it was good enough for you.

Several days later he came back to tell you Grogu was feeling much better but when he came into the clinic you were nowhere in sight. One of your colleagues pointed him in the direction of an office in the back of the clinic when he asked for you.

He carefully opened the door and was surprised to see you applying bacta spray to an area on your stomach. He stayed still in the doorway, feeling as though he was intruding on a private moment but he couldn't look away.

You were shirtless sitting on a cot in the side of the room and he could see a plethora of healed scars littering your torso.

"You can come in you know" You said, still not looking up from what you were doing.

He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself before coming in.

"I didn't mean to intrude" He said and you could hear the embarrassment even through his modulated voice.

"Don't worry about it, it's good to see you again Din" You told him, still not looking up from your work. It was the first time you'd addressed him by his name, he liked hearing you say his name.

"How can I help you?" You asked him.

"I uh- I came to say thank you. The kid's feeling a lot better now" He said and you smiled.

"That's great" You told him finally done with your task. You put your shirt back on and looked at him.

"Is that all?" You asked, he was looking at you- you weren't sure why.

"Those scars..." He said, trailing off and you smiled understandingly.

"I was a field medic with the rebellion for a long time" You explained.

"I'm sure you have your fair share as well" You said, trying to steer away the conversation. He nodded.

"I guess I just- You don't seem like a soldier" He said and you smirked.

"What can I say, I'm full of surprises" You joked.

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Din stopped by quite a few times after that. Sometimes because his allies were injured and sometimes because he himself was (though not often).

You saw him around town besides that and you learned more about him. He told you he was a foundling and you learned more about his creed.

"You know, I've met a few mandalorians before but I've never met one like you" You told him once as you patched up a minor burn he got while he was out on a hunt.

He liked you. A lot. But even more than that he trusted you. And when he found out from Cara that you were leaving he immediately went to talk to you.

"Hey Din-" You greeted him when he came into the clinic but he simply stared you down from behind his helmet.

"You're leaving?" He asked and you sighed.

"Hey Alma! Can you cover me for a few minutes?" You asked one of the other workers as you led Din to your office.

He followed you silently.

"Yes" You finally answered him once you were both inside the room.

"Why?" He asked and you sighed again, sitting down on the cot in your office. A few months ago you would have told him a joke about being a free spirit but you knew him too well not to explain yourself now.

"When we won- and the empire fell, it was the first time in my life that I wasn't fighting. When I was a kid it was the clone wars, then the empire and the rebellion and now- I don't know" You explained, leaning against the wall, your legs crossed on the cot.

"I've never not been fighting, I don't know how to manage it" You told him and looked at him. "I've never stayed in one place so long" You continued.

"If it's the fighting you miss you can come with us" Din finally said and you looked at him, confused.

"You can come with me and the kid, it would be nice to have someone else with us, especially a medic" He explained and you took a moment to think about it.

"You'd let me join you on bounties?" You asked and Din nodded.

"You look like you can make yourself useful" He said and you scoffed.

"Gee thanks" You said. You couldn't see the shift in Din's face but it was there. He didn't mean to offend you.

"That's not what I- I didn't mean" He tried to explain but you laughed.

"It's fine Din, I'd love to" You told him, putting your hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

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You traveled with him for a while after that and stayed with him after Grogu left with Luke Skywalker to continue his jedi training.

You were camping out on in a forest one day, passing the time until a shuttle would arrive to take you to Din's next job. You loved these calm moments with Din. He was a few feet away from you training with his recently acquired dark saber while you went through the few supplies you had left. Since the Razor Crest was destroyed you had to travel significantly lighter.

Suddenly you heard a hiss and a thud. When you looked up you saw Din was limping back to you with a cut on his thigh.

"Din!" You exclaimed, running over to help him walk.

"I look away for a second" You scold him but stop when he groans.

"Sorry" He says and you sigh and you sit him down and take out a med kit.

"It's fine, you should be more careful, that thing's dangerous" You tell him, referring to the darksaber.

"I'll be fine, you always fix me up just fine" He says and you scoff.

"You're lucky this is just a graze and lightsabers cauterize their cuts on impact" You told him as you applied a bacta spray as well as a numbing cream to lessen the pain.

"I'm serious though, you have to be more careful with that thing. You don't have the training to handle it" You told him as you wrapped his leg.

"That's why I'm training with it, it just gets heavier ever time" He said and you looked through his vizor at this eyes.

"It isn't just a sword Din. It's a lightsaber, they have specific forms and techniques specifically so that you don't accidentally hurt yourself" You told him.

"You're speaking from experience" Din pointed out and you nodded, moving to sit beside him.

"I knew someone who wielded it once" You explained and he looked at you waiting for you to continue.

"Sabine Wren. She was part of the rebellion. She won it in combat from Gar Saxon and I saw her fight with it a few times she was- well she was amazing. The darksaber was practically an extension of herself, but she only got there because she was taught by a jedi" You explained and Din nodded.

"Well I don't have a jedi" Din said and looked at you, he could see you were worried.

"I'll be fine. I have you" He said and you smiled.

"You better be" You told him and smiled. He loved seeing your smile. He's always loved it but since it's been just the two of you it's been different. A good different. He enjoyed this time with you and hoped you did as well.

"Din?" You asked, he was awfully quiet and practically staring at you. You wouldn't have noticed it when you first met but you spent so much time with him by now that you could read him even without seeing his face.

"I'm fine" He said but you looked unconvinced.

"You were staring" You told him. It was moments like these that he was glad for his helmet, he was glad you couldn't see the blush that spread over his cheeks. Unfortunately for him you didn't need to see him blush to know he was embarrassed.

"You've been doing that a lot lately...You like what you see?" You teased and you could practically hear Din sputtering. You chuckled and adjusted yourself against him. You'd already become accustomed to his armour, the harshness of it didn't bother you anymore.

"Yes" He finally says and you smile, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"I stare at you sometimes too" You tell him and Din smiled bellow his helmet.

"I know" He says and you smile as well.

"Y/n-" He starts to say and you just nod.

"I know Din" You tell him, knowing exactly what he was going to say. After the months of caring for each other and the being who had become a son to the both of them You knew exactly what Din wanted to express.

He loved you.

Just like you love him. You'd never felt either of you had to say it until know but Grogu no longer being there changed a lot for you both.

"I love you" Din said anyway and you smiled, leaning closer to the bounty hunter who'd wormed his way into your life, who'd helped you feel whole again and loved you even with your strange longing for front line life.

"I've loved you for a long time" He says and you nod once again so he knows you heard him.

"I love you too Din, to the farthest planet in the Outer Rim and back" You told him and he chuckled.

He took your hand in his, guiding your fingers into his as you looked out at the forest. He brought your hand to his face, raising his helmet slightly and kissing your hand.

"To the farthest planet of the Outer Rim and back" He repeated.

#star wars x reader #reader insert #star wars #star wars imagine #the mandolarian #the mandolorian x reader #din djarin x male reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin #mando #grogu #the child #male reader #star wars x male reader #medic reader

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MEDIA THAT INSPIRES MY VERSION OF ALASTOR!

Shawshank Redemption: Andy Dufresne. The themes of accepting your fate. Man imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit becomes a criminal to survive in prison, but still suffers immensely and makes close and passionate friends. Realizes that prison is where he thrives, yet craves freedom and spends nearly 20 years fighting for it

Candyman: Tony Todd's portrayal. Powerful, terrifying eldritch being. Tall, handsome, well dressed, eloquent. In a moment where bees are swarming in his mouth, he kisses the heroine with such divine passion that you almost forget the horror. But also themes of Black suffering, exacting revenge because you need to, not because you want to. Romance as a detriment, a disadvantage, not something to fight for.

SE7EN: Violent and creative crimes committed to force attrition. Embodying sin and punishing it. "People these days, you cant just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them over the head with a sledgehammer. And then you'll find… you have their strict attention." Neon crosses, sex and debauchery, the underbelly of a city. The unnamed city that doesn't exist, but everyone can identify. "Mankind is good, and worth fighting for. I agree with the second part."

We Happy Few: Using happiness and suppression to hide your trauma. Attacking those who don't conform. The sinister fear behind every over-stretched smile. 60s vibes, but forever tainted by 30s and 40s events because the people never moved onward. Muttering to oneself in mourning of the memories you cant remember forgetting.

Bioshock: "No gods or kings, only man." Freedom of expression, but a violent hatred of the beings who control it regardless of the context they're in, like religion and education. Sander Cohen. Art at any cost. Transformation, puppets on strings, playing your part on a stage and diverting from the script. The neon glow of the 60s nightlife, but waterlogged and destroyed by time.

It Follows: A creeping monster that can only walk, but will never stop. Pass it on through acts of sex and debauchery. Vibrant red blood in a glowing blue pool from an entity you can't even see that you injured.

Matilda The Musical: Agatha Trunchbull. "The Smell Of Rebellion." Hatred of those weaker than you to an almost comical degree. Cleverness and loopholes in rules. Hurting people back, because why should you be the bigger person? "A contract is a contract is a contract!"

Carrie The Musical: Voice breaking during emotional numbers. "Eve Was Weak." Religious trauma manifesting physically. Covered in blood and surrounded by fire. "Mother was right."

The Shining: All work and no play makes Alastor a dull boy. Being held hostage by the narrative, regardless of if you're doomed by it. Blood cascading through the halls. "I'm not gonna hurt you… I'm just gonna bash your fucking brains in!" The empty ballroom, the bartender who isn't there.

The Green Mile: Killing a miracle. Percy Wetmore. Burning people alive just to see what might happen. Weeping as you sing "Cheek To Cheek" and face the reaper. Clutching the bodies of two little girls and crying to the heavens because it isn't fucking fair.

The Black Phone: The masks. "It's his favorite game: good boy, bad boy." The phone that doesn't work, and the calls that keep coming in. Little boys floating in the air, throats slit, begging for help. Jesus as a deity to worship for divination. The entire kitchen scene. (CW for child abuse)

Coraline: Forced smiles. Eating bugs like candy. "He pulled a looooong face, and Mother didn't like that." The Other Mother. "She'd love something to eat. / Mothers don't eat… daughters. / I dunno. how do you taste?" Watching victims through the dolls.

Welcome To Night Vale: The specific sense of melancholy and nostalgia that just listening to the podcast inflicts upon the listener. The radio host as the protector of the city.

The Princess and the Frog: Facilier. Friends on the other side. Voodoo in all its forms. "Fun thing about voodoo, Larry. Can't conjure a thing for myself."

#📻 alastor; headcanon.

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non-neutoniangender · 8 months

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So like. I've been listening to campaign 1 in the car since life said put 6k miles on your car this summer. And I'm proud of myself, I think I will finally finish the damn thing and then there's just C3 to catch up on..... anyway boy do I have thoughts

I'm so fucking glad they banished the sword, he was bad news.

Also huge kudos to Matt for not telling Travis what the sword was doing to him until after. Such a good way to work with their lack of identify. Although I'm sure this incident is the reason they now always have an identify spell on hand.

Liam, you don't have to go that hard and be that intense and brooding. But like I love Vax for it. Do not go far from me slaps. The kiss w/ keyleth before umbrasyl. Amazing.

Sam. Oh my god. I didn't think you'd do it, but like wow. You really just asked both pikes grandfather and only real father figure and pike herself to marry you.......... like. This dynamic is so confusing. This kinda explains the ending they get in the campaign guide. Bug wowza. Sam always out there with putting 110% into the games and the bits and the characters.

So excited to listen to more and hopefully finish the campaign!!!

#critical role #cr1 #vax'ildan #vaxleth #scanlan shorthalt

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reaperlight · 8 months

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[Written down immediately after waking up and edited somewhat for consistency and clarity]

I had a very cinematic detailed dream in which Eddie (and Venom) are working in a hospital as a nurse or emergency technician trainee under another name in another country and caught some shady goings on.

They see a patient was flat-lining but when trying to bring it to the attention of the hospital staff are told to ignore it.

It's too late to save the person but because this is all so shady Eddie takes a picture with their cellphone afterwards.

Eddie finds more shady goings on and takes more pictures.

Nurse, catching them doing it: I need to see your cell phone

Venom: Keep calm, play dumb.

Eddie: What phone?

Nurse, now with a gun: I wasn't asking

Assassins disguised as nurses tackle him.

Eddie escapes.

Nurse-assassin, impressed: Who are you, really?

Eddie: *[gives the boring fake name which he deliberately chose so people wouldn't look at them twice]*

Nurse assassin: Ewww, no thank you.

Eddie: Yeah you're not my type either

She shoots at him and he jumps out the window which is several stories up to escape and thanks to Venom sticks a superhero landing and keeps running.

***

They get to their car and find it's been obviously searched through.

The nurse-assassin and more mercenaries are chasing them

They get in the car even though they're afraid it might blow up or been tampered with.

There's a chase scene.

A metal song plays on the radio the singer screaming "sayonara you bad, bad boy" over and over to wailing electric guitars.

As they drive quickly and recklessly (and with assistance from tentacles when turning tight corners at high speeds) to lose their pursuers.

They drive until they think they've lost them.

After momentarily losing their pursuers...

Cleaning out the car of their few belongings they want to take with them and can fit in a backpack, checking them for bugs. Had to ditch the car, not only was it identifiable there might be a tracker in it.

Eddie sighing: You know we have to leave again. Start over somewhere else.

Venom: This was not my fault this time. I was good.

Eddie: I know, love. This is on me. I screwed up. Again.

Venom: I thought you did good Eddie. You tried to help someone. I'm very proud of you. Today we were a hero.

Eddie: Yeah right, I couldn't help anyone. Some hero.

Venom: You're MY hero.

They gather up their things, the car explodes behind them.

***

Eddie uploads the photos he took in the hospital to the Associated Press. He still might not know what all this was about but evidently these photos were worth trying to kill him over. He might not yet know the whole picture of what was going on but someone else might know who this is or be able to connect the dots. Also the Life Foundation was involved, even if they changed their name, and they were killing people so that was like obviously not good.

Eddie and Venom download their honeymoon photos and then ditch their old phone too in case they were tracking them that way.

***

Eddie was in his work scrubs when the chase began and has to quickly change into new clothes.

Venom takes the form of a black leather jacket with a white spider on the sleeve reminiscent of that spider-guy from that weird dream they had in Tiajuana. Venom hadn't liked the spider guy (which was weird, Eddie hadn't understood the vitriol since it was just some kid in a Halloween costume) but they had thought the design was kinda cool and they made their own version of it.

***

At some point temporarily getting captured by the bad guys and drugged but Venom is offsetting some of the effects.

Venom: Don't give them your name. Or our name.

Eddie: I know.

Venom: Don't use our friends' names either.

Eddie: I know.. Despite what you clearly think I am not a total idiot.

Interrogator, shouting: What is your name!

Eddie: ...It's Kasady. Cletus Kasady.

Venom: ...Eddie... I hate to tell you this but I think you ARE an idiot.

Eddie, intimidates his captors while Venom recovers. Stares at him unblinking, lowers his voice. Mimicking mannerisms from both Venom and Kasady to try and intimidate and throwing in a bad attempt at a southern accent which nearly ruins the effect.

Eddie: If you haven't heard of me you might wanna look me up. When I get out of here, and I will. I'm gonna. Eat. Your. Face. They will never find your body. And it's gonna be like total carnage.

The attempt at intimidation isn't as convincing as he would like initially because he sounds like he's bluffing until Venom makes a snarling sound in his throat which makes the interrogators stumble back.

Eddie: What are you doing?

Venom: Helping because I don't think they were falling for it.

They escape again...

Venom: So what exactly were you hoping to achieve by convincing them that you are a cannibalistic serial killer?

Eddie: In my defense I was drugged at the time and we couldn't exactly show all our cards then. I was just trying to get them to back off.

Venom: Yeah well I'd say that didn't work.. at all.

They believe he is Kasady now because that was so audacious that no one would believe he was lying.

Venom: I thought you had some sense knocking around in that grey matter of yours. And how do you plan to make them think we are Kasady when we already killed him?

Eddie: Well plastic surgery is a thing.

Venom: Eddie, no. You are not cutting your perfect face.

Eddie: ...I mean maybe they'll think Kasady faked his death and is running around with a new face... wait did you just say...?

Venom, embarrassed: ...Or maybe they'll just think you're an idiot!

Eddie, huffy: ...Parasite.

Venom: Take that back!

***

Feral Eddie takes down a couple of assassins by himself while Venom is still recovering/combating the effects of the drugs.

Eddie: Not bad for an idiot.

Venom: Of course, because you're MY idiot.

***

Meanwhile...

Cletus and Frances who were living an anonymous quiet life are none too pleased that they're names are back in the news.

Frances was alive under the bell, the stress and rage if the situation allowing her to consciously access her full psychic powers and telekinetically push it off (crushing the cops who come after them).

Frances hadn't been aware of it but she and Cletus had forged a psychic bond as children. Cletus was brought back to life by both Carnage (whose cells of which still remained in his corpse regrowing his head and Frances restoring his memories / personality. But he's not back a hundred percent. He didn't really remember the murders he was supposed to have committed but everyone but Carnage figures thats probably for the best.

He would prefer to live a peaceful life with his wife (and their companion) but of course would do it again if they took her again.

Later they come to Eddie's rescue.

After Eddie and Venom get caught and are being tortured.

They kill the room to save him

Carnage: I don't understand why you're bothering. They ate your head we should return the favor.

Cletus: Leave it.

Cletus: Eddie... oh Eddie. We tried to tell you but you never listened. That's okay... I guess you're learning now.

Eddie: ...What?

Frances tells them about Ravencroft and the camps.

Later...

Cletus: Eddie... we get it you don't wanna be pals but if you could keep our old name out of it in the future, that would be great. We would greatly appreciate it.

Carnage: If you hurt them again--

Cletus: Down girl.

***

As for the shady stuff going on at the hospital and the company formerly known as the Life Foundation, vampires are somehow involved--the expensive experimental drugs either turns the patient into a vampire or it kills them but either way flat-lining is a normal part of the procedure...

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 2 months

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The Real Winter Soldier.

Bucky's reputation proceeds as he heads out one night to relieve some stress - but perhaps people know him less than they think when he decides to eliminate an enduring problem, with climactic results. Prompts fulfilled: ‘Boys With Pretty Eyes’ – Bug’s First Bingo (@unfortunate-beetle-and-friends); ‘Bad Reputation’ – Build-a-Bucky Bingo (@buckybarnesevents); ‘Bi-Wildered’ and ‘Stalker with a Crush’ – @multifandom-flash (Double) - Blackout! Find the Masterlist here!; ‘Anonymous Sex’ (Alternate) – The Woods Are Lovely, Dark, and Deep (@darcylewisbingohq); ‘Do it Again’ and ‘Submissive Lover’ – @fandom-free-bingo (Frosty Edition). CW: Smut.

Check it out below, or on AO3 here. Boards at the bottom. This awesome divider is by @atlasscrumpit!

I’d heard of the place a few times over the years. It always sparked the same idea, but I’d pushed it away time and again, hoping that the situation would eventually rectify itself.

But it didn’t, and now I was here – standing outside a nondescript building, identifiable only by a small plaque by the black door, shining gold letting declaring ‘innominate’.

My hands shook as I stepped inside, clad in unremarkable, anonymous black, my hood up, the lower portion of my face obscured by a dark face mask, printed with the lower half of an ominous skull.

Anonymous I may be, but I still had a reputation to uphold.

The inside was surprisingly light and airy, and the blonde girl behind the pale wooden counter beamed broadly as I entered.

“Hi! Welcome to innominate. Is this your first visit with us?”

Her jovial, upbeat tone eased my nerves somewhat, and I nodded silently, nervous about how identifiable my voice may be. She clapped her hands excitedly, leaning forward in her seat. “Amazing! Would you like to hear about anonymity policies, or just dive right in?”

“I-” I broke off quickly, clearing my throat and dropping my voice another octave before continuing, “I have identifying… Marks. How certain are you that the… Individual won’t tell anyone I was here, if they recognize me?”

Her smile softened sympathetically, and she shook her head. “All of our staff sign intensive NDAs. We have been in business for eight years, and have never had a single breach in confidentiality, despite catering to some of the city’s most elite.”

I nodded slowly, distinctly impressed by their success rate, feeling somewhat reassured. “I’m pleased to hear that. So… How does this- How do I…?”

She grinned once more, sliding a tablet over the counter. “This shows who’s currently available, and will let you know a little about them. Take all the time you need; just let me know who you decide on, and I’ll show you through when you’re ready.”

Another nod, and I took a seat, pulling my hood a little further over my head as someone else entered.

“Oh! Welcome back, miss. The usual?” the receptionist chirruped, and the patron chuckled.

“Yes, please, Evangeline. I’m rather fond of Roxy.”

One of the images on my screen – a heavily pierced and tattooed individual, sporting black lipstick and sharp eyeliner – vanished immediately. The client turned and caught my eye as I glanced up curiously, the crinkle in her forehead giving away the smile beneath her blue face mask. “Ah… New meat?” I hesitated before nodding, and she winked broadly. “Don’t worry. It’s not as scary as you think. You’ll be fine.”

I grinned behind my own mask, inclining my head gratefully and earning a happy wave in response before she trotted off, her enthusiasm evident.

I was halfway through the catalogue, having come across several possibilities, but there was nothing – nobody – yet who particularly spoke to me, until a pair of gorgeous mahogany eyes bore into mine.

Oh…

My finger tapped the image automatically, opening the file to a flurry of pictures, my breath catching in my throat.

Oh.

The man was stretched out in a variety of poses and degrees of dress, brandishing a selection of whips and canes, handcuffs and ropes, his biceps tensed and the muscles of his back flexed beneath an expertly rendered tattoo of a ship.

The Lieutenant Age: 28 Height: 6’0” Body Type: Muscular Kinks: Shibari, marking, squirting, sub/dom dynamics, sadomasochism, anal. Preferred gender: Any and all! Specialises in: BDSM, inexperience.

The Lieutenant was previously a Navy man, so he knows his way around ropes and has endless patience. His confidence in his own skill is so high, he offers a money-back guarantee if climax is not achieved within sixty minutes*.

*Denial practices and similar render this guarantee null and void.

Oh. Well. He seems… Nice?

I reapproached the desk shyly, the tablet clenched between my fingers. The receptionist – Evangeline, apparently – looked up as I stood before her, fixing me with another encouraging smile. “You’ve made your decision?” With a small, sheepish nod, I offered the device back to her, the man’s face staring up between us incriminatingly. She grinned a little wider, her gaze finding mine knowingly. “A good choice. He’s highly rated. Did you bring any special instructions?”

“Special instructions?” I repeated uncertainly, my palms sweating.

She quickly shook her head, hands raised to soothe my nerves. “Some patrons like to provide specific instructions for their meeting. You could prepare some now, if you’d like?” I hesitated briefly before shaking my head, and she nodded once, making a note. “Well, if you visit us again, it may be worth bearing in mind – certain outfits, scenarios, equipment…” I swallowed anxiously, and she beamed. “No requirement, of course; it’s just something to consider. So – are you ready to go through?”

With an uncertain nod, I fell into place behind her as she lead the way down a hall behind the desk, my heart racing. She paused beside a blank door, a plaque similar to the one on the outside of the building secured to the wall, ‘The Lieutenant’ shimmering at me in that same ethereal gold. With a gentle knock, she opened the door slightly, ushering me forward with a thumbs up and a mouthed ‘have fun!’.

Most of the room appeared as if a standard bedroom – a four-poster bed with red silk sheets, a floor length mirror, a couple of wardrobes… And a number of unidentifiable, intimidating contraptions to one side, half-obscured by a hanging sheet.

But the focus of the space was undoubtedly the man lounging on the bed, one hand behind his head, dark eyes shifting to mine as I leant against the door.

“There’s a form for you to fill out on the desk… Bring it to me when you’re done, and we’ll make a start. It’s nothing serious,” he added with a grown when I hesitated, a hint of an accent sending a shiver down my spine. “Just preferences, hard limits, interests… Things like that.”

I knotted my fingers in front of myself nervously pulling at the tips of the glove on my left hand uncertainly. “I, uh…” I trailed off, and he chuckled.

“You won’t surprise me. I’ve seen it all.” I winced as he spoke, looking away, and he hesitated. “You’ve never… Explored?”

“I’ve never been with a man,” I replied shortly, my cheeks colouring, and heard him rise from the bed, crossing over to stand before me. The rolled-up sleeves of his shirt exposed strong forearms, and I swallowed dryly as I shifted my gaze to his.

“You’ve never been with anyone.”

“I’ve been with people!” I retorted hotly, face flaming, falling silent when he raised an eyebrow pointedly. “I… I’ve done… Some things. Giving things. With som- with one person. …Once.”

“My, my… The great Bucky Barnes is a virgin, hm?”

My head snapped up in surprise, feeling myself pale. “How- Why would you think that I’m-”

“I’d recognise those eyes anywhere.”

With a dry swallow, I tugged down my mask, smirking with far more bravado than I felt. “What are you – some kind of stalker with a crush, or something?”

“Just a fan of attractive men with a bad reputation,” he quipped back, moving a little closer. “I’ve warmed myself on many a cold night thinking about those baby blues staring up at me while you’re on your knees – or down at me while I’m on mine.”

I gulped audibly as he rested a hand against the door beside my head, the warmth of his breath ghosting over my skin as he smiled. “You must have come here today with some idea of what you wanted, Winter Soldier. Why don’t you tell me the things that have you squirming and stroking that cock, and I’ll see what I can do to make them come true?”

A shy shrug, and my eyes flicked to his once more, tongue darting out to wet my dry lips nervously. “I… Y-You can do anything you like to me, Lieutenant. I just kind of want to get it over with.”

He sighed with a grin, thumb trailing gently over my jaw. “No, no, boy. I’m going to take my sweet time with you. You’ve given me a very high honour, and I intend to make the very most of it.” I blushed, and he smirked, grasping my chin between his fingers. “But… If you’d like to give me free range, I’ll make sure and certain to make your world implode.” I nodded quickly as he leant closer, my breath hitching in my chest as his mouth paused a half-inch from mine. “Say ‘yes, Sir.”

“Y-Yes, Sir…” I stammered at a whisper, and no sooner had the words left my lips than they were pressed firmly to his, my back meeting the wood hard as I whimpered quietly. His fingers knotted in my hair, free hand sliding up the edge of my shirt to grasp my hip as he pressed himself to me. The feeling of his cock digging into my abdomen made me tremble nervously, and he pulled back far enough to shoot me a grin.

“So you’ve never touched another man, hm?” he purred, mouth trailing over my throat as I gasped and shook my head. His hand found mine, guiding my fingers to the straining in his slacks and inhaling sharply at my tentative touch. I let my body react instinctively, free hand seeking his belt, eager to have his skin against my own, and he snorted. “So enthusiastic, huh? You go right ahead, snowflake. Put those hands to good use… And then we’ll see what that mouth can do.”

The sound that emanated from my chest was embarrassingly needy, earning a chuckle from the man pressing me to the door, my hand reaching into his underwear. He groaned roughly against my neck, hips twitching into my palm as I caressed him clumsily, before snorting softly. “Just relax, Snowflake. You’re overthinking it... Just do what you’d do to yourself.”

My hand stuttered on his length, and I bit my lip nervously as his lips skirted my collarbone, fingers slowly pressing higher up my stomach, trailing lightly over my ribs. “I-I, uh...”

His other hand worked to cup the front of my jeans, and he froze, leaning back with his eyebrows raised. “... Did I... Are you not... Enjoying yourself?”

My face heated, and I shook my head quickly. “No- I mean, I am, I- This is good, I just- I’m really enjoying myself, it’s just that-”

“Hey.” I met his eyes, and he smiled softly. “It’s okay. Take your time; I just want you to have a good experience, yeah?” I nodded slowly, shyly, and he cupped the back of my neck to pull me with him, kissing me deeply whilst moving toward the bed.

I let out a soft gasp as my back hit the sheets, his body half atop mine, squeezing his length gently and earning a quiet whine for my effort. His fingers slipped into my waistband, lips at my throat, and my eyes fixed on the canopy overhead as his hand shifted lower.

“... Oh. Oh. I see...”

I winced, muscles tensing as he froze, tears pricking my eyes. “I’m sorry,” I breathed, voice cracking, and his head shot up quickly.

“You- What? Why?” His hand was still in my pants as I shrugged, and he kissed me softly. “You have nothing to apologise for. This doesn’t change a damn thing. I just didn’t- I had no idea that you... I shouldn’t have assumed, though.”

With a weak chuckle, I shrugged again, hyperaware of his fingers resting gently on my freshly shaved crotch. “Nobody knows. Except... Well, you, now.”

“Do you want me to carry on?” he breathed, smiling when I nodded, his lips brushing mine once more. “Anything I shouldn’t... Say? Touch?” I shook my head, trembling lightly, and he purred, nuzzling into my jaw. “Relax, boy... I’m going to show you the stars.”

My muscles unclenched, and I nodded, eyes closing as his fingers crept lower.

Oh. Oh. Oh, wow...

My back arched as his fingertips brushed against my tender clit, a humiliating groan bursting from my lips, making him chuckle against me. “That’s it – god, so needy... Look how eager you are for me, snowflake...” His thumb skirted light circles over my clit as his fingers slid lower, trailing along my wetness, grunting with pleasure as my legs inched apart automatically. “Tell me to stop at any time,” he whispered. No sooner had I nodded than one fingertip pressed inside me gently, making my body clench automatically against the intrusion. His hand paused, lips caressing my throat to relax me, murmuring soft encouragement into my skin until he could continue.

“Oh...” I breathed as my body began to react to his gentle touches, any thoughts of pleasing him briefly pushed from my mind as I fisted the sheets in my ecstasy. “Oh... Oh, God...”

He chuckles quietly, shifting to kneel beside me, freeing his hand to jerk my jeans down with a grin. “My fantasy requires very little reworking...” His eyes found mine, earth and ocean locked together, and he smiled a little more softly. “I’m still going to want those eyes on me when I taste you.”

I gulped and nodded, propping myself up on my elbows to watch him as he slid my boxers down my legs, a low shiver working through my body anxiously. Rough palms on my thighs sent sparks of pleasure along my nerves, and a gasp was torn from my lips as he tugged my legs apart, exposing my wetness to him shamelessly. His gaze sparkled as he took me in, chewing on his lip eagerly for a moment before he dropped to his chest, burying his face against me with a groan.

I yelped in pleasure, back arching when his tongue trailed the length of me, one hand on each of my thighs pressing them further to offer myself to him without hesitation. He drew back just long enough to grin up at me, winking as he licked his lips. “Mmm... Every bit as delicious as I imagined.” My head fell back as he returned his tongue to my slit, finger working its way back inside me. My eyelids fluttered in pleasure, a soft whine sneaking between my teeth as he licked and sucked at me, but I couldn’t help stiffening when a second digit brushed my entrance. “Easy, sweet boy... Relax...” he murmured, peppering soft kisses over my clit until my body uncurled, permitting a second fingertip to slide inside me. I groaned at the pleasurable stretch, toes curling, one hand finding his hair to pin him closer. He let out a sound of surprised delight as he worked me ever more eagerly, digits striking an unfathomable spot inside me that make my breath stutter and electricity jolt through my veins.

“O-Oh- oh, fuck... God, that- that’s- God, don’t stop, please-” I stammered uselessly, rutting against his face desperately, body trembling. He guided me on for a moment more, sending me barrelling ever closer to my quickly-approaching climax – and leaving me shaking and whimpering when he drew back quickly. “Wh- No, please, please don’t- I need you to-”

He shifted up my body to kiss me deeply, the taste of me on his tongue making me blink in surprise.

Well... That’s... Unexpectedly hot...

“Breathe, boy... I only get one opportunity to give you your first orgasm at the hand of another. And I’ll be damned if I’m not having you screaming on my cock.”

I gulped and nodded, my hands moving to push his shirt from his shoulders, pulling eagerly at the buttons. “Yes. Yes, Sir. Please.” With a soft groan, he pushed down his slacks, kicking himself free from his layers until he lay naked over me.

“Shirt off. I want every damn inch of you.”

With a frantic nod, I dragged the material over my head, wincing minutely at the ragged scar at my shoulder where flesh melted into metal, and the parallel lines across my chest. At this, he paused for a moment, taking the time to trail soft kisses from one side of my chest to the other, and then along the rough skin at the amputation site. “Winter Soldier... You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, moving to kiss me gently as I blushed. His chest met mine, one hand tangling in my hair, his cock pressing against my thigh lightly while I shivered nervously. Reaching out, he snagged a condom off the bedside table, but I shook my head, catching his wrist gently.

“Do you have to?” I murmured, swallowing. “I-I... I don’t mind if you do. But I’d like to know what it- the most... Real experience.”

He frowned minutely, dropping the foil and meeting my eyes seriously. “I’m clean. I always use a rubber at work. But what about-”

“Not a risk,” I interrupted quickly, shaking my head. “None of it... Works.”

With a gulp, he nodded, and I quivered as he maneuvered himself until his tip brushed against me lightly. His mouth find mine to swallow my gentle whimper as he pressed forward – but he drew back quickly to let out a low groan, forehead meeting mine. “F-Fuck, Snowflake – the tightest fucking pussy I’ve ever had...” My nails dug into his back with mild discomfort and intense delight, his words notably and unexpectedly arousing, legs lifting to wrap tightly around his waist.

“All for you, Lieutenant,” I gasped, burying my face in his throat. “Y-you’re the first person ever... The only one- Fuck, so big...”

With a quiet growl, he bottomed out inside me, pausing to pant against my hair, resting for just a moment. “Are y- fuck, that’s so good, so wet, so tight, clenched around me like a goddamn vice... A-are you okay?” I nodded quickly against him, feeling unusually but deliciously complete, his free hand finding my waist to ground himself before he drew back slowly.

“I’m good, I’m good, I’m- Holy shit, that’s- I can’t- You-” My useless whimpering dissolved into whines and mewls as he shifted, working every inch of his thick cock inside me, stretching me out with admirable patience.

“That’s it, soldier. You’re doing so well – look at that wet pussy taking me so prettily... You feel so good, sweet boy...” His fingers shook minutely as he caressed my jaw, kissing me deeply as his thrusts slowly increased in speed, leaving me gasping for breath as my body began to jerk under his strength.

“I- L-Lieutenant, I- I can’t- I’m-”

He growled as his hips met mine harder, the grip on my waist releasing to free his fingers to tease my clit encouragingly. “That’s it, boy. Give it to me. Squeeze that perfect cunt around my cock and come for me like the eager little slut for me.” His thrusts became more erratic as I worked myself against him frantically, whimpering when he began to slam into me with a renewed passion. “Scream for me, soldier. Show me how much you love it.”

My nails clawed desperately at his back as the room filled with the lewd sounds of skin meeting skin, sharp gasps of pleasure and my quickly increasing moans until my back arched, body unravelling under his rough thrusts and gentle touch. “F- I’m- I- Lieutenant, yes, just like that, just there, I-!”

He buried himself inside me as my entire body jerked and spasmed, muscles clenching around him as I cried out. His lips by my ear parted in a deafening groan, and I whimpered at the feeling of his hot seed spilling inside me, his firm thrusts slowing gradually as he pressed a soft, trembling kiss to my sweat-damp hair.

I lay in his bare arms, still panting lightly, his fingers caressing the metal of my arm tenderly as we came down together.

“So? Good enough for your first time?” he asked softly, and I laughed, head meeting his chest.

“I can’t imagine it gets much better,” I breathed, shivering happily. “That was... Earth-shattering.”

With a quiet snort, he squeezed me gently, stretching himself out beneath me. “Well... You’ve still got a couple of hours left yet. Anything particular you’d like to do with your time?”

His gaze met mine, and I smirked, tensing gently around his length still resting inside me, making his pupils flare with lust. “Do it again.”

Eyebrow arching, he waited for me to nod affirmatively before pinning me down, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

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frankie morales x neurodivergent!reader

Frankie comes home to find you overstimulated and he knows just how to help.

This was supposed to be a drabble, but it’s just over 2.3k words. I’m in my feels and very overstimulated and would like it very much if a big strong sexy man wanted to come and take care of me for just a little bit. A lot of this is written around my own experience as a neurodivergent person, so obviously everyone won’t relate, and I also express a lot of the reader’s frustration at getting overstimulated, as that’s something I personally deal with. I’m also marking this as female!reader because of the singular gendered spanish noun and the fact that I wrote this with female!reader in mind, but it’s fairly gender neutral overall.

This is a SFW oneshot for neurodivergent!female!reader with Frankie Morales of Triple Frontier. This work does not contain smut, however, it may contain mature language or themes, and as a rule, my blog is only for those over the age of 18. As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however, I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon-level violence.

Content Includes (but is not limited to):

Neurodivergent reader

Female reader

Domestic Frankie

Mentions of Frankie's daughter from another relationship (but she's not in this one)

They have a meet-cute, I might write more about these two

Swearing

Vivid descriptions of feeling overstimulated

Reader has hair, no specific description

Possible allusion to Frankie’s own mental health issues (very mild)

Reader feels guilty for needing to make accommodations

I want to insert a little disclaimer here: not all neurodivergent people experience overstimulation the same way. Also, Frankie is super helpful and supportive in this fic, because this is the kind of fic I need to read right now. A lot of neurodivergent folk prefer to be alone when overstimulated and (most importantly) we do no need anyone to fix us. If you are neurodivergent, you should not feel bad or shameful or guilty about stimming/using fidgets/making accommodations for yourself. I’m bringing up some of those feelings here, and while I feel it’s addressed in the fic, I want to explicitly reinforce that these are not bad things.

Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.

Frankie could read you like a book. It’d always been that way, as much as you used to despise it. After years of hiding irritation and overstimulation, masking your frustration with a too bright, too loud, too coarse world, it was unsettling. For once in your life, you were seen, and it made you feel like a bug under a microscope.

But as you got to know Frankie, you realized he wasn’t looking at you like some science experiment or a stressed-out shelter animal. He cared, and noticing was his way of showing that he cared. At first, it was little things at the shop, always making sure you had earplugs or headphones available, being careful to never sneak up on you. You absolutely adored the way he would lean up against the front desk and talk to you, facing the front door so there was no obligation of eye contact.

Frankie Morales wasn’t doing all those things just so he could ask you out, but when he did there was no way you'd turn him down. Especially when he'd asked you to meet him at your favorite café on Sunday morning.

Since that first date, the two of you have learned a lot about each other. Frankie learned that you love his little touches, so long as his presence is announced and he doesn’t come up on you from behind. You learned that Frankie has a tendency to shut doors with a little too much force, despite his best efforts. He hates fireworks and being on any plane that he’s not flying. You despise fluorescent lights and would rather die than touch dirty dishes that have been soaking in the sink.

When the door from the garage slams, announcing Frankie’s arrival home, you sigh. Tonight you’re supposed to meet Santi and the Millers out at some restaurant and even though you love the boys, you’d rather die. It’s been a lousy day, first waking up with a headache, then being stuck in a zoom call all morning with a guy who could not figure out how to mute himself, then spending nearly six hours hunched over one project that you were due to present tomorrow and it just wasn’t quite right.

“There you are,” Frankie finds you halfway contorted in your desk chair, face mere inches from the screen as you try to figure out why that one element of the logo doesn’t look like it should. He can tell from the eight different cups on your desk and the noise machine playing ocean sounds in the corner that you were in a mood. Rain was for work, thunderstorms for relaxing and reading, and ocean sounds for when you were really worked up.

“Hey,” you mumbled halfheartedly, eyes tracing the cursor across the screen, It wasn’t untl Frankie moved into your line of sight, patiently taking a seat in the armchair by your desk, that you really acknowledged him. “Sorry, I’ll be finished in just a minute.” You shot him an apologetic glance, knowing he’d had a long day too.

“It’s alright,” he soothes, knowing you feel guilty anytime you feel like you're distracted from him. “I’ll be right here when you’re finished.”

He’s patient. Thirty minutes later you finally double check that the project saved and close the tab, leaning back in your char with a groan.

“That bad?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “How do you know I’ve had a bad day?”

He laughs, “Your knee hasn’t stopped bouncing since I got here, you have four different fidgets out on your desk, there are eight cups in here, your hair looks like you’ve stuck your finger in a socket, and you’re playing the ocean sounds. I can tell.” The last words he follows with a soft smile.

You just stare at him, in awe of the way this man knows you. The feeling slightly eases the hot prickle at the back of your mind and for the first time all day, it’s like you can take a deep breath again.

“What time do we need to leave?” you ask, stretching your arms above your head in a way that makes you feel like an overgrown housecat. You’re still not looking forward to going out, but it no longer seems like an unbearable task. As long as Frankie’s with you.

“I already texted the guys and told them we’re a rain check for tonight,” he held up his phone like you're going to ask for the evidence.

“When’d you do that?”

“While you were finishing your thing. I know you’re wound up and the last thing you need is to go to the grand opening of yet another business Pope has invested in.”

At a loss for words, you find yourself scrambling into his lap, his musky scent grounding you further as you try o show him how much you appreciate his understanding. But your eyes snap up to his when the chair creaks under the two of you.

“Let’s get some dinner, okay?”

You leave Frankie upstairs to get changed. In the kitchen, you find he’s already loaded the dishwasher, a chore you’d been hoping to do at lunch but didn’t, and took out the trash. At a loss for what to fix, you pad into the living room and turn on the TV, wincing when the volume is slightly too loud.

Nothing seems to scratch the itch in your brain. You want to watch something, but you’re not sure what. Everything just feels wrong. Just like dinner, you can’t decide and you can feel that prickly sensation growing again now that you’re away from Frankie and his overwhelming amount of common sense. He was great at pointing out things that should be obvious, and yet he never made you feel like an idiot for missing them.

Just as you’re beginning to sink into despair over trying to pick a fucking tv show, Frankie appears, and he can see the frustration written all over your face.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he pulls you into a hug, and you let him, nuzzling into his old t-shirt and breathing him in.

“It’s just a lot right now,” you mumble.

“I know. Come help me fix dinner and then we can find something.”

“ ‘kay”

You’re not so much helping in the kitchen as you are observing, but neither of you minds much. Frankie is a whiz in the kitchen, and it soothes you a little to watch him in his element. As he works, gathering ingredients and chopping things, he tells you about his day. Joseph took left the garage for four different phone calls from his girlfriend, the new receptionist has terrible breath, but at least she knows how to answer the phone unlike the guy Grant hired after you left. Something about a new timeclock system makes you giggle, Frankie’s an old soul and he’s never been a big fan of computers or anything considered remotely new technology.

Eventually he has you in stitches, halfway laid across the kitchen island as you try to catch your breath as your chest heaves with laughter.

“I’m not fucking kidding, the new parts system is evil,” he points the wooden spoon in his hand at you and even though his words are serious there’s a grin tugging the corners of his mouth.

It’s not long before he’s plating up a dish, something with rice and vegetables and chicken that smells so damn good and tastes even better, a fact you make known to him.

“Always happy to cook for you, querida.”

Once you’ve had your fill, he sets your plate in the sink “for tomorrow” he mumbles into the top of your head as he steers you into the living room.

“Do you have anything in mind?” he asks, nodding to the TV, but you’ve already picked up your tablet and opened it to a magazine article you’d been reading.

“Your team is playing, Frankie,” you settle into his side and adjust the screen brightness. “Watch your game. I already made you stay home tonight.”

He’s quick to correct you, “You didn’t make me do anything. We stayed in tonight and I for one, am loving it.”

You just roll your eyes at him and pull your favorite blanket over your lap.

Your eyes flit to the TV for the second time in ten minutes. Eleven minutes left to go in the fourth quarter and the other team had just called a timeout.

In retrospect, you knew this would happen. Something about live sports was always a little too much, even if you weren’t really watching. Usually it was something you could bear, you’d distract yourself with work or a book or noise-canceling headphones. But after the day you’ve had, your ability to regulate is shot.

You got all the way to the first half before you moved to the other end of the couch. Everything was touching you, Frankie, his clothes, your clothes, the blanket, your hair; it was all too much. You needed some relief. Now you were cold, and alone, but slightly less irate.

By the end of the third quarter you’re hyperaware of the tightness in your jaw and the fact that you’ve had to reread the same page seven times and you still haven’t understood a single word of it. Everytime a commercial comes on it’s an internal battle not to flinch, the volume seeming so much louder than the game itself. The TV is too bright and so are the lamps and god your head hurts. But Frankie’s been so sweet and accommodating all evening. You feel like the least you can do is let him watch one damn game.

“You okay, pup?” Frankie squeezes your ankle and draws you out of your spiraling thoughts. His eyes are full of concern and you notice you’ve been rocking your knee for who knows how long.

“I’m fine,” you shake your head and smile unconvincingly, the prickly feeling taking over your whole body now, “I’m going to go get ready for bed. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Frankie isn’t convinced, you can tell by the way is brow stays tightly knit and you can practically hear the protest on his lips, but before he can say anything you’re up and pecking him on the lips before bounding up the stairs.

For a moment you debate just showering, before deciding that bombarding yourself with water is probably not the best idea. Instead you splash some water on your face, brush your teeth with your favorite toothpaste–designated as such for its mild flavor–and slip on a sleep shirt instead of your yoga pants and tank top.

As you walk back down the stairs you brace yourself for the sound of football, but it doesn’t come. Rather, as you round the corner, you hear a familiar voice and a faint tapping sound.

You nearly start crying when you realize Frankie has flipped it over to Bob Ross, a soft smirk on his face.

“Did you think I didn’t notice?” he almost whispered, eyebrow quirking.

“I was hoping you hadn’t,” you murmured honestly, stumbling towards the couch and collapsing into him. For as long as you could remember, Bob Ross was better than any sedative at calming your mind and bringing down the noise of life. You’d shared that fact with Frankie when he caught you watching it in your car one day during your lunch break after a particularly stressful interaction with an rude customer.

“Did you think I would get mad or something?” you can hear the hurt in his voice and it makes your chest ache.

“No, Fish,” you settle into his side, “I just feel like you accommodate me all the time. And you should be able to watch a football game in your own home.”

He rumbles in understanding, “But it’s your home too, pup. Hell, you're the one who painted Sofia's room. And our room. And you put together the furniture, and-”

“I know, I know," you cut him off before he can start a proper list.

"I don't want you to hide stuff from me."

He's right, but you're tired. “Let’s just watch some Bob Ross and we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

"Tomorrow."

You nod into his belly and sigh into the darkness, noticing he’s turned off the lamps too. And that’s how you stay for a while, for at least two Bob Rosses, until the tension has melted from your body and you’re contentedly limp against Frankie.

As the credits roll for the second episode, you sit up with a yawn and find yourself stifling a laugh. Frankie has fallen asleep with his mouth open, and it’s a sight that melts your heart. A year and a half ago if someone told you that you’d be living with the cute, scruffy mechanic from work and forcing yourself to wake him up for the sake of his lower back, you would have called them crazy.

But you kiss him awake, something even a grumpy Frankie enjoys, and pull him off the couch and up the stairs. The day is over and now you get to spend the next eight hours with the person who knows you best, and you know that no matter what life throws at you, Frankie’ll be there at the end of the day to turn on Bob Ross and remind you that home is never far away.

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