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reiderwriter · 7 months

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Elevator Pitch

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

WC: 2k!!

Warnings: Smut, fingering, semi-public sex/ foreplay, praise kink-ish, some pet names completely ignored Spencer's germophobia to make this work 18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: Getting trapped in an elevator is never fun, but at least the attractive you're sharing the metal box of death with has an interesting idea about how you can pass the time.

A/N: This is just a really quick drabble for @imagining-in-the-margins Meet Cute challenge for this month!! I have an idea for another one that I'll post closer to Halloween too, so look forward to that alongside all the kinktober fics 👀

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You weren't planning on running late on your very first day on your new team, but here you were. You were scheduled to meet Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner in his office at 9 a.m. sharp, and here you were at 8:57, trapped inside an elevator. At least you weren't alone, but alone with a stranger, and one who seemed to be talkative in the worst way wasn't exactly ideal either.

"Hey, don't panic. There are about 6 elevator-related deaths per year and about 100,000 injuries. I'm pretty confident about those statistics." He said, taking a sip of his coffee as he stood calmly by the door, pressing buttons and waiting for something to happen.

"Oh god, I'm gonna die in here." You whimpered a little bit, falling to your knees and screwing your eyes shut.

"No, I said we're not gonna die. Or its at least very unlikely."

"And I'm supposed to trust you?"

"Yes, I'm very good with numbers. Elevator accidents account for 0.00024% of all elevators in service in the US. There you don't have to panic anymore." Almost punctuating his words, the elevator gave a low groan and fell an inch lower, pushing him off balance and toppling to the floor right next to you.

"That was just unfortunate timing." He said, his breath hitting your face. Your eyes opened again finally, and you noticed that due to his topple, he was way closer than before, face merely inches from your own. Whoever this overconfident stranger was, he was attractive. Distractingly so, as you didn't respond to his sentence the entire time he was there in front of you, words suddenly escaping you as you stared into his dark, wide eyes.

"Mechanical issues are the cause of about 15.3% of elevator incidents. Since we're in Quantico, we can probably rule out foul play, which means that they'll probably have us back up and running in around 27 minutes." Opening his mouth ruined the fantasy for a minute, waking you up to the reality of your situation.

"Did you work an elevator case or something, why do you know so much about this?" You regretted the question as soon as you asked it, as he launched into another speech.

"I read the statistical reports published by the CPSC and the OSHA. It’s really interesting stuff actually, there are-”

“Please don’t take this the wrong way but I need you to shut up. I don’t think I can take any more statistics about my inevitable death by elevator. Can we do something else instead?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Can you… Can you hold my hand?” You felt yourself flush red the second the words left your mouth, and suddenly it was your turn to talk too much. “My mom used to do it when I was scared as a kid, and obviously you’re not my mom, and you don’t even know me, but I thought it could help comfort both of us. Human contact and touch is supposedly comforting in times of distress so I just thought…” He cut you off by silently grabbing your hand and settling into a seated position beside you and you sent a little prayer up to god to spare both your soul and your heart.

Because Jesus Christ it was beating hard now.

“Oxytocin,” he said and you looked up at him with a questioning look. “Oxytocin is released when you come into contact with other people, it’s the reason newborn babies benefit from skin-to-skin contact and why humans enjoy petting domestic animals so much. And the whole sex to destress thing.” He nodded and looked away, but you could have sworn the oxygen was completely sucked out of the room when he mentioned sex.

“Sex?” He turned to you as you said the word, as if processing the conversation you were in the middle of it.

“Yeah, never heard of it?” You rolled your eyes and squeezed his hand in your own for a second, but his body was leaning closer into yours now, his entire attention on you, as if he expected you to answer the question.

“Of course I have.”

“And what do you think? Can it help you de-stress?”

Your mouth moves before you can stop it. “Can we stop talking about this please, I’m already scared, I don’t need to be scared and horny.” You close your eyes and groan as his widen again, and suddenly you’re praying again, but this time you wouldn’t really mind if you became one of those six elevator malfunction deaths.

“I don’t know, maybe it would help you. There are some studies that show that stress can have aphrodisiacal impacts in women, you know?” His voice was light, but your entire body stiffened as you looked into his eyes, trying to gauge what this stranger was offering.

“So what, you’re suggesting I just get more and more turned on until I’m not worried about death?”

“No, I’m suggesting I close the gap between us and distract you for a while.” You spared a glance down to his lips then, his tongue darting out to lick them and pulling you in closer. You nodded quickly, a small movement and he pushed his lips down into yours.

He was soft at first, and you almost felt like pulling away and scalding yourself for engaging in risky behavior during a near-death experience. But just as you moved to pull away, his hand came up to your hair and you melted right back into him, the kiss deepening as you slanted your neck up to give up more of yourself to him.

You barely feel his hands pulling you into his lap, but you’re suddenly there and so happy you are. Your free hand wanders up to his chest as he squeezes your connected digits again, sending your heart into a fit of palpitations. In a panic you pull away, groaning a little as you can feel his not stiff member poking between your legs.

“Sorry, I don’t think we exchanged names. I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N..”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” His lips fall down to your neck as he whispers the words into your skin, and you let your head fall back as his hands untangle from you and fall to your hips, encouraging your movements as you begin grinding over him.

“And you said we had twenty-seven minutes before we’re free, right?”

“Whose the one talking too much now?” He bit into your neck sharply then, and you moaned out, battling the urge to let him take you there on the elevator floor. From it’s perch on your hip, his hand slips down and pops the button in your pants, pushing inside and finally touching you through your panties.

“That’s it, good girl, just keep grinding down on me.” Unconsciously, you press your hips into his hands, the pressure leaving you letting out a whistful sigh of relief.

“God,… Should we be doing this here?” Your words were unsure, but your movements weren’t as you pushed yourself into him again and again, desperate to feel more of him as he rubbed circles into your clit, driving you closer and closer to your peak.

“Let’s assume for now that the elevator malfunction has wiped out the CCTV,” he says, lips pressing against your skin as you lose yourself in his touch again. “We absolutely should be doing this.”

His words fell straight to your core, and you felt yourself grow more aroused as you pondered being caught in such an intimate position with a stranger.

“You think you can cum right here, baby? Think you can give me one soon?” His words almost sent you over the edge, his smile widening as your hips twitched over his.

“Fuck, yes, yes, please, don’t stop.”

“Not so scared about this elevator anymore are you? Or did you want to spend your last moments coming undone in my hands?” With his words, you lost the ability to speak, simply moaning out your agreement to his every word.

“I think I can hear someone talking through the walls, baby, you’re going to have to cum now for me, can you do that?” You nodded to him as he increased his pace on your words, and within seconds, you were letting it all out, head falling against his shoulder as you twitched through your orgasm. He pulled his hands out of your pants quickly and pressed a kiss to your lips, pulling you up to a standing position and making you look presentable as the doors to the elevator were finally pried open from the other side.

“Hey, how are you guys holding up in there?” The call came from the maintenance staff, and you were sudden;y thankful that he’d finished you off when he did because as horny as you’d been, actually getting caught like that was something entirely different than the fantasy of it.

You’re almost sorry that you have to leave when you do, suddenly absolutely involved in helping him “destress” the same way he’d helped you out. But he removes his hands from you and strikes up a conversation with the maintenance staff working to get your elevator level with the floor doors. You gravitate to the back of the stall, gripping the railing while your brain catches up to the circumstances.

In no time, the elevator is back in working order, and you and your stranger are stepping foot on steady ground again, and saying your goodbyes.

“Aaron Hotchner’s office is through those doors. Up the stairs to the left.” He smiles and nods at you before turning down the corridor and leaving you there by yourself. A glance at your clock tells you you’re too late to question his words, and how he even knew where you were going. You take off down the hall, ready to profusely apologize to your new boss and pledge to take the stairs for the rest of your days.

When Hotch finally greets you, he has already heard about the elevator malfunction, and all is thankfully forgiven. You have to bite your tongue before asking if everyone on this floor is psychic. But you’re still late, and you have a case, so your introductions have to take place in the briefing room and you half-run, half-walk behind the older man as he makes his way down the hall.

“Everyone we have a new team member today, please help her out for this first one and show her the ropes.” He introduces you by name, and you’re suddenly doing your best to memorize the names of a Prentiss, a Rossi, a Morgan, a JJ, and one Penelope Garcia. They seem to be waiting for someone else, but with the clock ticking, Penelope begins debriefing you on the next case.

“Sorry I’m late,” a voice calls from the door, and you feel the hairs on your neck stand up in shock as everyone slowly turns to greet the newcomer.

“What time do you call this?” Morgan laughs as the familiar man approaches, and a quick glance around tells you that the only seat left at the table, which had been so obviously reserved by the pile of paper files in contrast to everyone else's digital alternatives, was right next to you.

“Spencer, we have a new team member, this is Y/N. She’ll be joining us on cases from today onwards.” Hotch quickly says, and you lock eyes with the man just as he falls into his seat.

“I think we’re acquainted. Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Spencer Reid.” The room falls silent as he holds out his hand for you to shake, and you do your best to not show your shock and embarrassment on your face. You let your hand fall into his, the same one that you’d held earlier, the same one that had worked you up to the edge and then helped you pour over it, the same one that had pulled you together afterward. You said nothing after you’d finally pulled apart, waiting for him to make the next move once again.

“I look forward to working with you.”

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jazzyoranges · 4 months

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hey. i really like the fic about shapeshitfing!reader x wednesday. i was wondering if u could do thing and reader being absolute besties and playful with each other which makes wednesday annoyed and sorta jealous.

Best friends

Wednesday Addams x fem!shapeshifter!reader

Words: 1.4k

A/n: lowk shapeshifter!r is so fun to write, thanks for all the requests about her :) hopefully you like reading about her a lot because honestly i’m a little obsessed with this universe

Warnings(?): wednesday being wednesday, ooc wednesday, mentions of knives and blood

“Why are you adamant on annoying me.” Wednesday opens her door to you, whose rapidly knocking stops when the look on Wednesday’s face doesn’t give much room for explanation. But you love being defiant so you don’t really care

“Thing and I planned to go on a date today!”

The Addams looks behind her to see the appendage with the tiniest little crocheted messenger bag that was worn on his wrist like a bracelet. You can see Wednesday’s forehead wrinkle when Thing saunters over to your feet for you to put him on your shoulder, just as you’ve seen Wednesday do countless times before

“I asked Thing if he had any rings to wear and he said no, so naturally I’m going to treat him on a day out” The appendage taps excitedly on your shoulder, poking at your face to signal he wants to go

“And when did you plan this?”

“After we played tag, you wanna come with us?” You ask with a turn of your head

“Shopping isn’t my strongest suit. I’d only slow you two down.”

“We’ll be off doing hot girl things. I promise I’ll have him home before curfew, Miss Addams” You treat Wednesday like she’s a disapproving mother, when in reality she looks unfazed and honestly a little annoyed. You and Thing wave goodbye, leaving Wednesday with her own thoughts as her roommate is doing god knows what with her friends

Time alone could be good for Wednesday. She’s been around people far more than she preferred. With maybe an hour on her hands before someone interrupts her, Wednesday sits at her desk to write

Her fingers drum against her desk, a habit she picked up from Thing. The appendage you were taking out on a date. For gods sake, he was a hand! You asked a singular appendage out on a date. Not even a full human. A fucking hand. A hand that didn’t have a voice, yet you were still infatuated with him nonetheless

And maybe Wednesday is smart enough to recognize she’s feeling a little peeved over a hand. Maybe Wednesday is smart enough to know Thing does have a voice; a sassy one at that. Maybe Wednesday is coping with the fact you wanted to take Thing out more than someone you actively sought out and saw every day

And maybe you’re the reason why Wednesday had to buy a slightly bigger trash can for the more recent mistakes she’s been making during her writing time

You were a disease. You forced your way into everyone’s life, but somehow you always came out with more friends and acquaintances than you started with. It was annoying how unforgivably social you were.

Your dumb smile with your pearly white teeth. Wednesday’s tapping on her desk got a little faster

Your need to include everyone whether you knew them or not. It was why you were on a date with Thing in the first place

Your everlasting hunger to be around someone. Wednesday knew you didn’t like to be alone

Your voice that Wednesday knew so well.

…

Fuck.

“Hey, Wens!” Enid makes her presence known with a sing-song tone while placing her jacket on the coat hanger near the door

“Where’s Thing? It’s quiet in here” The blonde immediately notices

“He’s on a date,” There’s a small pause after Wednesday talks “with (Y/n).”

“(Y/n) took Thing on a date?”

“Correct.”

“How’s your writing going?” Enid peers over Wednesday’s shoulder to look at her once again, full trash can. Enid notices that happens a lot when you’re on Wednesday’s mind for some reason. The Addams glares at Enid when she makes another mistake, crumbling up the piece of paper while maintaining eye contact with her roommate

“Great.”

A beat of silence.

“…did you seriously get cucked by a hand?”

“Repeat such degenerate nonsense and I’ll be forced to make sure you never will.”

“I dunno, you’re looking a little jealous over there” Wednesday doesn’t have to turn around to hear the wolfish grin in Enid’s voice

“The urge to push a knife through your skull is an insatiable hunger that cannot be fed by anything that isn’t your blood.”

//-//

“Do you like this one? See look, the dragon is the ring!” You place the ring on Thing’s middle finger. The appendage shows his approval with another few taps

“Yes, it makes you look tough. You want another one?” He nods. Well, at least makes it look like he’s nodding. You grab a silver ring from the display, putting it on his thumb

“Will Enid like the rings?” Thing signs

“Everyone will love them, especially Enid. You running out on lotion?”

“Nope! How can I repay you?”

You pretend to think for a second

“If you delete Enid’s blackmail on me off of all her devices I’ll take you out again, free of charge” The employee at the front is probably wondering why your back is turned to her while you’re whispering into your hands

Thing holds a thumbs-up and you take the two rings off his fingers and put them on the check out counter along with a few other little trinkets you liked and stuff for your friends

A pink and white bracelet with charms you knew Enid would find cute, scale earrings that twinkled in the sun that Bianca would look stunning in, a bee pin that was too perfect for Eugene, and a black snake that curled into itself as ring for Wednesday

You only assumed Thing gave you a blank stare when the cashier said your price was a bit more than a hundred fifty dollars. Your mom would definitely chastise you for your spending issues, but that was a problem for another day. Your current problem was that you had to get Thing home by curfew like you promised

//-//

Thing might not want to take up your invitation on another date anytime soon.

Currently you’re turned into a bird with the appendage hanging on for dear life on your back as you carry the bag of items you bought in your beak. Thing pleaded you just run on the ground like any normal animal, but you promised you’d get him home by curfew. Running would’ve taken too long and your ass would get tired

So instead, you went for the skies without Thing’s approval

He might hate you now, honestly. In your defense, it was too late when he told you he had a fear of falling when you were above tree height

You asked if he wanted to sit in the bill of a pelican instead and you felt him pluck one of your feathers. Lucky for you both, Wednesday and Enid’s room wasn’t too far away

When you land on the balcony of their dorm, Thing hops off your back and apologizes for your now lost feather. You also apologize for not planning correctly and having him on your back with little to no safety

Enid looks a little confused when Thing starts to hug the bird that landed on her balcony, but she eventually figures out it’s you. The blonde looks away for a second and you’re already a cat desperately knocking against their circle window to be let in

You walk in like you own the place, and Wednesday checks the clock if you actually got Thing home by curfew

“With minutes left to spare, too.” Wednesday says. You smile proudly

You jump up onto Enid’s bed, bag still in mouth. You push it over so it’s parallel to the bed, digging your head in until you find what you need. The pink and white bracelet with charms you got from Jericho. Enid makes sure to ruffle your fur so much it starts to stick out until she pats it down. Thing makes sure to tell Enid all about his day

Grabbing your bag, you make your way towards Wednesday, who’s reading a book with a dark cover on her bed

You look through the bag again, but this time with the aforementioned snake ring in your mouth. You keep your tongue away from the ring as much as possible to stop you from getting your saliva on it

Of course you thought about your friends while on a date.

Wednesday reaches out her hand, taking the ring from your mouth. She places it on her left ring finger and it seems to be a snug fit. There’s a wordless thank you in Wednesday’s eyes when she uses the same hand to scratch under your chin, making you purr

The happy expression on your face and the way you lean into her touch makes Wednesday’s heart melt the tiniest bit.

You crawl into Wednesday’s lap as she reads her book. Every now and again you can feel the now cold ring against your skin, sending shivers down your spine

You end up spending the night with Wednesday’s lips against the back of your ear and her hand on your stomach. It wasn’t your fault you were a cuddly cat.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday x y/n #wednesday (2022)#wednesday x you #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #thing addams

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multifandomsw · 7 months

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Trembling

Din Djarin x Reader

summary: It was truly the end for Din Djarin when he saw the fear in your eyes.

author’s note: Hi! I’ve never quite finished this, but I just found it in my drafts and thought I’d share this little angsty piece! Have fun :)

You didn’t feel all the emotions you were supposed to feel, the feelings that you expected to flow through your body. You were waiting for your heart to clench in your chest, for the sinking feeling in your stomach and for the tears to start flowing out of your eyes.

You expected to feel something, anything, but merely numbness overtook your mind. It was as if your own mind didn’t want to accept what had just happened, wanted to push all those memories out of it and just move on like before.

But you wouldn’t be able to move on like before. Your clan of three wasn’t a clan of three anymore. Your only goal all this time was to bring Grogu back to his own kind, but now all you wanted to do was find the Jedi and bring Grogu back. You knew it was selfish, for training was what Grogu truly needed, but your heart didn’t want to accept that fact.

One glance at your, at the Mandalorian, who was sitting opposite from you with his head lowered and hands still trembling, was enough for the numbness to vanish away and the tears to fill your eyes. Uncontrolled and chaotic thoughts were racing through your head. You tried to shut your eyes, tried to just stop thinking, but nothing helped. One thought, a question, was the most apparent one.

Where did this leave you?

You liked to think that Din has rescued you. He had not only saved you when he had hired you as his mechanic, but he also saved from your mind. It had taken a long time to open up for Din, but when he finally did crack, you saw a complete different side of him. The caring, loving side. The side that made you fall in love with him in the first place. He always listened to you and never interrupted you, always let you voice your thoughts and never disagreed with you. He took your hand in his when he felt anxiety creeping up your body and whispered sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down. He let you take care of his wounds and see the most vulnerable and human side of him. He cuddled you to sleep whenever you got the opportunity to, trusting you so much that he even took off his armor.

What you loved the most, though, were the small touches he gave you. He always put his arm around your waist, gently moved his fingers up and down your arm to calm you down, gave your hand a gentle squeeze of reassurance, drew small circles with his fingers on your body and always initiated any body contact with you. However small, he always seemed like he wanted to feel you close to him.

There was a time when you had hoped that his heart beat the same way your did, that merely your existence brought him joy and that he felt the same way about you. After some time, though, you figured he didn’t. You had asked him once, a few months ago, if he could ever imagine himself loving someone romantically and devoting his whole life to a single person. You didn’t known what you expected him to answer, but you had desperately hoped for him to tell you that he was capable of loving romantically, that he was open to love someone that way someday.

Your heart had sunk when he had answered with a simple “no”.

You were thinking whether you had always just been the woman who took care of Grogu and repaired his ship to him. Now Grogu was gone, there was no ship to repair anymore and you were scared. Scared of him telling you that he didn’t need you anymore, that you could go back to where you came from.

You were scared that you would never ever hear from him again.

The thought alone made you want to vomit. Din was everything you had, he was everything to you.

“Din?”, you whispered, finally, after what felt like hours of sitting in silence. Din didn’t budge, he didn’t even raise his head or give you any sign that he was listening to you. But you knew you needed to say something, anything to make sure that he wouldn’t leave you behind.

You gulped, opening and closing your mouth a few times before you could even bring yourself to say something. “Uhm.”, you began, your voice quivering as the tears threatened to spill out of your eyes. “What are we going to do know? I mean we’ve spent so long finding a Jedi to train Grogu and- what’s going to happen now? Where are we going to sleep? Can we even afford a new ship, I mean I barely have any credits. I know Boba told us that we can stay on his ship and with him as long as we want to, but are you thinking about buying a new one? Are you going to go back to Bounty hunting? What- what am I going to do now? I just-“

“I don’t fucking know!”, Din shouted and interrupted your chaotic thoughts. When you looked up, Din was roaming over you, his broad and tall body suddenly intimidating you.

You instantly shut your mouth, your eyes widening as the tears threatened to spill out of your eyes again. Din had never once raised his voice at you like that, he’d never shouted in your face like that, never looked at you like you were one of his bounties.

Your lips quivered but you tried your very best not to cry, not now and not in front of him. He was going through a lot, he had just been separated from Grogu and you could understand his frustration.

Din let out a big breath, trying to control his heavy breathing.

“I don’t fucking know!”, he repeated himself, even louder. “I don’t know what I’m going to do now, just fucking leave me alone!”, he continued as he took a step forward.

Your hands were trembling and you automatically took a step back when he took one forward, your back hitting the ship’s walls. You felt trapped unter his gaze, his visor was sharply pointing at you and you could see the way his chest moved so fast, heaving heavy breaths. You were feeling like one of his bounties, like he was going to pull out his blaster and shoot you. The rational side of your mind knew that Din would never ever lay a hand on you, never ever hurt you in any way. Not your Din, no. But in that moment, your mind stopped thinking altogether. In that moment, your eyes flashed with fear, if only for a second, but Din caught it.

Din almost didn’t catch it, too caught up in the moment, but when he saw the fear in your eyes, his heart truly broke in his chest. He took a few steps back and held his hands up. “No. No.”, he whispered more to himself than you, looking down at himself in horror.

Plenty of people were afraid of him and fearing what he could do, but he had never seen that fear in your eyes. He always feared that you would someday see him as he saw himself, as a cruel person, a killer. But you never did, never once even mentioned his bounty hunting and the people he had killed in his life. You had always seen him for who he truly was, you had always seen his caring and loving side, which was also the only side he was willing to show you. He didn’t want you to see what he was capable of, he didn’t want to corrupt your mind with the images and he didn’t want you to think differently about him. To think that the only person Din Djarin had ever, and would ever, love romantically was afraid of him, felt like someone was ripping out his heart slowly and painfully. It felt like someone had punched him in the guts.

“I would never hurt you, you know that, right? I would never touch you- I would never lay a hand on you. You know that? I’ve made that clear, right? Fuck, I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to fear me- Cyar’ika?”, his voice broke when he saw the empty look in your eyes- you weren’t listening to him. Your mind was probably racing with a thousand questions. “Fuck.”, he whispered to himself, not wanting to step closer to you and make you fear him even more, but still wanting to convey the message that he would never even think of hurting you. Not you, not his cyar’ika.

“Mesh’la? Mesh’la, do you hear me?”, he asked again, his voice a tad bit softer, but shaking even more than before. When your eyes moved to his visor, he let out a relieved breath. “I would never hurt you, you know that, right? Never.”

You carefully nodded your head, your ears still roaring.

“Mesh’la, never.”, his voice cracked and the tears started flowing out of his eyes. He needed to get away from you, he couldn’t bare seeing the only person he cared about being afraid of him. He couldn’t keep looking at you with the knowledge that you saw him as everyone else now- brutal and cruel. He couldn’t bear it.

Without looking back at you, without saying anything else, he left the hallway of Boba’s ship and entered the first room he saw before he collapsed against the door and ripped the helmet off of his face.

He saw his reflection in his helmet, saw his tear stained cheeks and was reminded of another fact. You had not uttered a single word when he had taken off his helmet, he didn’t even catch your gaze once. Din Djarin felt ugly. He felt like he was unworthy of ever being loved by you. Did you think he was so ugly that you didn’t even say anything about his appearance? Hasn’t he made it clear how much he truly adored you? After all you were a member of his clan, you were practically engaged and he was courting you. Surely, you must have been aware of that.

Nothing of it mattered anymore. Those problems seemed like nothing in comparison to what had just happened.

Din Djarin let out a sob. You would never look at him the same way again.

#din djarin x you #din djarin angst #din djarin x reader

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nilsavatar · 6 months

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DAY 23 - BITING

Parings: Neteyam x Fem!human

Genre/Warnings: NSFW/MDNI +18, no use of Y/N, SMUT, violence (Neteyam almost killed Spider’s sister), biting (tasting of blood, marking, possessing behavior), P in V, manhangling, oral (f receiving), fingering, praising, cursing, pet names (muntxa-muntxate, yawne, mate, yawntu, yawntutsyìp, baby, tawtute), feral Neteyam (he gets intoxicated by a plant), friends to lovers, edging, breeding kink ((as requested by the lovely @layla2-49 Hope you'll like it, darling), rough, overstimulation, fluff, ANGST. All characters are AGED-UP.

Summary: It is the panopyra flowering season, and Celeste is assigned to collect samples of the strange plant. On her way, she meets Neteyam who offers to accompany her albeit with some hesitation. Panopyra are known to create hallucinogenic effects on those who stand too close to them and to ignite the mating instinct. In the presence of a human, he can rest assured it will have no effect, right?

Word Count: 5,5k

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If Spider could be summed up in a sentence, it would be said he was like a stray cat; always around. With his playful and at times intrusive manner, he'd adopted himself into the Omatikaya, winning over their hearts.

But Celeste?

As much as they were siblings — twins — the two were polar opposites in every way imaginable, like day and night. Spider was sunny, energetic, almost impossible to contain, and thrill-seeking. For him, being in contact with people was as vital as breathing. Celeste was a reserved and private person despite her curious nature. Interested in the village's happenings, but never overstepped her boundaries, only getting involved when required.

The sun and the moon.

When they were together, the guy's light was so blinding to eclipse her in his shadow. Perhaps that was the reason why today, on a rare occasion she went out alone into the forest to collect samples, Neteyam struggled to recognize her. His arrow's tip was well aimed at the back of her head, waiting for a misstep, a suspicious movement to justify piercing her skull. Maybe, if he hadn't been alone as well, if Lo'ak had been there with him as planned, he wouldn't have risked murdering the life of Spider's little sister. Unlike him, Lo’ak and Kiri were at home at the lab, in constant contact with the scientists and the girl. On the other hand, it wasn't easy for Neteyam to carve out time to unwind and have fun. Not when the weight of his clan's future leaned on his shoulders, and on his head hung the Damocles blade of the older brother. Presumably, the last he had really spent time with her were still children, before he began the grueling journey as the next olo'eyktan in line.

Let's thank the electronic whistle of the throat-comm she wore around her neck if he stopped his hand; on the other side, he recognized Norm's unmistakable calm timbre. “Be there soon. Just need to collect the last sample you asked for.” “Got it, but be safe. Stay close to the edge of the woods and don't turn off the tracker, OK? If you're lost or in danger, call Jake right away.” “I grew up in this forest. Chill out.” “You grew up right by this forest,” he corrected. Celeste rolled her eyes, both annoyed and unimpressed, tired of hearing the same recommendations over and over again. Yet, she avoided comment or complaint, aware it would only lengthen that torment. Just as she reassured the man and turned around, the words died in her throat, cut off by a high-pitched shriek that ripped through the air. “Cel! What's going on?!” Not over three feet away from her, a man, a young male Na'vi who must have been stalking her up to that moment, stood there, in all his glory, staring down at her. Indecipherable gaze and bow well in view. With slow, measured steps, he approached her, never breaking eye contact. Celeste was trembling more and more with every inch of distance the native consumed, her heart drumming frantically. It seemed about to explode in her chest. The blood resounded straight in her ears, deafening her; her saliva dried up, and a sudden chill took over her entire body. She was terrified, to say the least. Yet, in the lucidity of those brief seconds of horror, she noted one thing. A strand of beads woven into the young man's songocord. The same one the twins wore on their wrists. “N-neteyam?” At the uncertain sound of his name, in lips parted in an amused grimace. “You scared me half to death! Geez!” Better to avoid telling her he was about to kill her for real. “False alarm, Norm. It's just Neteyam.”

Just Neteyam. Although, in all likelihood, Celeste would have used the exact definition had any of his relatives stood before her, he didn't like the sound of it for one bit. He wasn't just Neteyam.

“Phew, you almost gave me a heart attack.” Yeah, tell me about it… “I feel way better now that you have someone with you. Hey, kid!” “Hi, Norm,” he pressed on the girl's communicator. Close, too close. The trail of his skin stunned her. Since when had Neteyam's smell become so... so good? Since when had he become like this? Tall, muscular, toned. His hair, much longer than she recalled, crossed far past the shoulder blades' line, grazing half his back. Where had that hint of round cheeks of yesteryear gone? His face was defined and masculine. Sharp cheekbones cut the contours of his visage down to his chin.

“The tawtsngal (panopyra - sky cup), then.” “No need to trouble yourself. I know the route. Besides—.” Celeste fell silent under his glare. Did she actually think he would leave her in the forest at the mercy of predators? He was already alarmed none of the AVTR Program was with her. “It's flower season,” he said like there was a darker meaning. “We're gathering some stem samples just for that, to examine the bioluminescent receptors. To figure out how their glow interacts with the environment. Fauna seems to get a little lovey-dovey around those things,” she giggled.

And not just them, he would've liked to retort, reluctant to get close to the plant at specifically that time of year.

“That's why I gotta come with you, no question asked. Panopyra blooming coincides with some species mating season. Animals go crazy and get extra aggressive around the plants. It's like they get in a trance. What was your plan if you came across an animal in heat? This could be lethal even for us Na'vi.” Now that he'd thrown that frightening possibility in her face, she felt foolish for not having thought of it sooner. She could be so naive, even though she knew the dangers that lurked in every limb of the lush greenery. All deadly to a tiny alien being like her. “Stay close to me,” he said in a peremptory tone as he cleared a passage through the dense network of shrubs. A sort of command that irritated her beyond belief. However, what bothered her even more was realizing she wasn't irritated at all. The unfamiliar note that tainted his voice, making it scratchy and an octave deeper, went straight to her abdomen; where she felt slight persistent flutters tickling her belly. Like many butterflies flapping their wings in a swirl. Another characteristic to add to the list of missed things during the years away, holed up within the human outpost's aseptic walls. When the boyish huskiness had yielded to the incumbent adult tonality. A full-bodied texture, soft and even a little dark, resonated in his throat in an enveloping musicality like a warm blanket. Yet one that knew how to mess with her head. She felt the pressing need to explain herself, to take the scientists' side. For yes, as much as the lab concentrated a handful of the brightest minds on Earth, in some regards, their genius made them fearfully ingenuous; they got an almost childlike confidence. As if the research spirit, to always go one step further than the acknowledged, silenced the inclination of self-preservation. Blind and unable to conceive of the existence of danger. Wasn't that also part of their charm, though? People who still looked at the world with the wonder of their inner child.

Celeste supposed she looked just like that in Neteyam's eyes: a baby.

“It was me who pushed for it.” “This is an avatar job,” he stoned sternly, “And why were you alone to begin with? How come you didn't ask one of us to come with you? Someone to keep you safe.” He gritted his teeth, “Ha! You're even fucking unarmed.” She had never seen him so heated, which made her hesitant to respond. “Hm... these plants are close to the lab, so I thought—.” “You thought? Going into the forest unescorted and defenseless. You call it thinking?” His look was fierce, burning, and untamable, it pinned her to her spot. “No, you haven't put any thought into it. The lab is located in the farthest corner of the clan's territory, right on the border with neighboring clans. Imagine if you stumbled upon a total stranger in my place. You're lucky I didn't hurt you, Celeste!” Anguished filled his voice.

She was lucky he didn't kill her.

Where was all that anger coming from? He hadn't felt this way when he'd crossed her shortly before, regardless of the way. Something had clicked the instant she'd told him he didn't need to go with her. That sentence did hit a nerve. Was she really so unwise as to ignore what lay behind tall trees and in thick bushes? Even Spider, despite being all too prone to let Lo'ak influence get the better of him, dared not challenge the forest. Or maybe it was a consequence of that unfounded sense of rejection that had made his heart sink? She didn't want him there.

Well, why should she? They barely knew each other by now. And for that, Neteyam would always blame himself; he had left her to her own devices. Though aware of her reluctant nature, and her need for constant prodding, he'd stopped trying to bring her out of her shell at some point. I'll see her tomorrow. We can watch a movie if she's not up for coming to the village.Tomorrow I'll take her to the clearing. Nah, we're skipping that, going to the waterfall. Yeah, I'm sure she gonna love it.

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. A tomorrow that never happened.

Time had passed anyway, and now he stood before a young woman with whom he had no common ground, nothing to hold to apart from the fond memory of a feeling that once bound them together. With whom his initial reaction was to scold her, his own detested paternalistic attitude surfacing. The forever babysitter.

Great job, Neteyam, really. Congrats, he gave himself a sarcastic tongue-lashing.

“I felt like going out.” The whisper possessed the disarming impact of a shout, hinting at an unspoken longing between the words. “Sorry,” he said, halting his steps, “I shouldn't have.” Against all logic, she mustered a smile for him, but it appeared more strained and pained than heartfelt. “Thanks.” Neteyam cast a quizzical look her way, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. His mistreatment still stung, like a slap across the face. Why thanking him? “For caring about me.”

Although locals considered the panopyra to be at the extreme of a plant, it actually didn't approach any taxonomic concept of the same. Somewhere in between plants, animals, and fungi. Because of its sensory tissues and saprophytic lifestyle, scientists classified this species as a zoopantae. Its shape resembled a jellyfish and represented an evolutionary lineage close to a primitive form of nervous system. As an epiphyte, it grew attached to the branches of trees via tentacle-like outgrowths, with which it formed a symbiotic strategy. A curious feature was it grew upside down, transforming its body into a sort of cup, from which natives collected dew and mist to make a nutritious, nourishing drink, and the motive of its Na'vi name. But that wasn't its only use; the vine-like stems were strong and flexible, perfect for making nets, traps, and woven objects of any kind. Furthermore, the phosphorescent tips lured in unsuspecting prey with their faint electrical signals, yet they appeared to serve a purpose beyond that. The latter caught the attention of the research team. The sensory cells seemed to have an aphrodisiac effect during flowering when the spores fluttered in the air. Young Na'vi frequently wore them while searching for a mate.

Did that truly reflect the reality, though? Did panopyra alter hormones so strongly that it led to a state of mental instability? Or was it pure chance that animals displayed exceptionally unusual behaviour in the presence of the plant while facing heat? The plan was to gather samples, find the source of the bioluminescence, synthesize it, and conduct field trials. Celeste never imagined that arriving at the site during the bloom height accompanied by a Na'vi man would cause her to go straight to the experiments. Nor did she herself word become the lab rat.

The zooplantae structure grew near Utraya Mokri (Tree of Voices); a sacred place to the Omatikaya, to which they weren't normally allowed access. A rule they had never dared to evade, even as children, and the girl was quite impressed with Neteyam's idea. Other colonies were nearby, she suggested, but the young man argued that their location ventured too far into the dense forest. Eclipse was upon them; the sunset's warm orange light colored everything the dying sun could reach. Night was looming - the time of day when predators were at their busiest. Neteyam would never purposely endanger her if he could avert it. He was a pragmatic man, of innate wisdom for his age, always opting for the most favorable outcomes scenario. He would worry later about the consequences of violating the purity of this place (assuming anyone found out). As if coming there at that particular time of the year wasn't equally reckless, if not more so. However, Celeste was human. Nothing should have taken place, right? Just indigenous species were subjected to the hypnotic effect of panopyra, so on her, it wouldn't have resulted in any behavioral changes. And without a potential mate, reflexively Neteyam could consider himself safe.

Right? To his misfortune, he would find out the hard way.

If only scientists had consulted the clan, they would have their answer by now, but he had learned from an early age that confirmation from them was not enough. Humans had to have proof, tangible and repeated demonstration of a phenomenon through the scientific method. Opinion formulated on empirical basis was not reliable; they had to thumb their noses at it. And the two of them were going to rub all their noses in it!

Neteyam watched her at arm’s length as she took notes in her haphazard handwriting alongside pen sketches. Attentive eyes never left her slender figure except to check their surroundings, ears flicking at every little rustle or distant call. When he looked back at her for the umpteenth time, Celeste was squatting in front of a budding panopyra whose stems she was prodding with her pen. Despite the new model mask, her senses were not sharpened enough to fully feel the fragrance the plant was releasing with every slightest touch. Her weak eyesight could not see how the spore dust clung to her, unlike him. And that detail would have been easy to ignore, except that it accentuated the delicious scent of her skin even more.

It was powdery, sensual, and velvety, with the central notes of peach combined with citrus, centifolia, and jasmine. But the enchantment occurred in the mysterious background of her perfume; where the spices, cinnamon, amber, and subtle hint of underbrush blended with her epidermis. She felt stuffy, but the trail of the lab that lingered on her was also part of what the woman was all about.

Just a little more. Celeste had almost finished jamming the tip of the last stem into the slide. Just a little more and they would be gone. He could start breathing again. Even a small distance weakened the intensity of the plant's influence. He could have held on, except…

“Shit!” moaned the girl in a ragged sigh as she shook her left hand. Neteyam’s already flaring senses snapped and without registering the movement, he was on her. Her hand, whose wrist he was clutching, a palm away from his face. He inhaled so eagerly, Neteyam, that for a moment she feared the skin would peel off her fingers, which were sprinkled with viscous nectar. His nostrils flared and his mouth twisted into an ecstatic smile from which his canines sprouted, longer and sharper than they had ever seemed.

She dared not breathe a word, Celeste, as the Na’vi tugged her wrist higher and his nose took up her arm to the crook of her neck, where his hot breath gave her goosebumps.

“T-teyam,” the tone was hesitant, but the nickname sounded like an invitation. His eyelids, which had remained closed up to that point, snapped shut, revealing two impossibly gigantic eyes. Na’vi eyes had always made some impression on her. So big and round. They reminded those of lemurs. But now, wide apart at their largest, a little protruding and out of proportion, with the pupil reduced to a dot and so yellow as to glow, they had something sinister. The twin orbs stared at her with the sly insistence of a tarsier; they seemed to peer into her soul, and Celeste was astonished to feel fascination rather than revulsion or fear.

Then, all of a sudden, the pupils widened until they covered the iris almost entirely, and there the chills preyed on her whole body, and her heart beat wildly fast. “Muntxa (mate),” was the only word that eluded his dry lips; the cavernous, grave voice rose from his throat in the beginning of a roar. Celeste squeaked as he towered over her under his weight, the turf making a soft bed. Neteyam’s hands ran all over her body as he searched for access to her clothing. His tail rolled possessively over one of her thighs. He rubbed his chin against her trapeze with the stubbornness of a cat marking its territory. And that was what he was doing. He was releasing his wake so that other males would stay away from her.

She was his.

Normally, a Na’vi male would have been satisfied with that, but not Neteyam. Not when rivals included humans as well. And especially not in a hallucinogenic state. He would leave nothing to chance; in fact, he bit her, slowly but sufficiently for his tongue to be stained with the taste of her blood, and sucked greedily where a female of his species would have a particular gland. An extra scruple to warn even those fools enough to dare to ignore tsaheylu. The moan of pain that rose from Celeste’s lips was like music to his ears. “My tawtute’s so delicate. My fragile little mate.”

He repeated that phrase again, and again, and again. The word muntxate became a litany that stunned her. She felt soft in his muscular arms; Neteyam could have picked her up with a spoon. She barely felt the tickle of the wafer-thin white strands that snaked under her clothes and ran up her body to the nape.

The roots of the Tree of Voices.

Suddenly, her mind became incredibly alert. She could feel... everything. The strength of the tree’s mighty roots anchoring themselves in the ground, the sap flowing through the leaves in the same rhythm as the blood in her veins. The deep connection bordering on the supernatural that she felt with the surrounding nature was indescribable. And, more surprisingly, she could breathe Pandora’s air without feeling asphyxiated by its toxic texture. Yet she didn’t feel complete. Something was still missing. Something that might have seemed infinitesimal in the immense network that connected all things together, but for the reality reduced to her person was much more. Imposing. That was everything.

Neteyam.

Celeste opened her eyes, and everything seemed to stop. No longer the rustle of leaves or the buzz of twilight animals. The forest, the sky, the distinction between day and night, light and dark. All vanished. Only Neteyam existed. The warmth of his body, the steadiness in his gaze, the gentleness of his voice that rang in her ears, although he had not uttered a word.

They stared at each other for a long time. She confused, he enraptured. A wide smile crossed his face from side to side, and his eye sockets shone as if he were about to cry as he caressed her cheek and kissed her with a newfound gentleness. She had never seen him smile like that, which made her heartbeat quicken more than the kiss itself. His kisses were caressing, engaging. They guided her as if they were dancing, as if they were trying to teach her the steps of a fast, but also languid and sentimental waltz. Celeste recognized Neteyam’s true soul there, despite his aggression.

Ma’yawne, she heard him say, though without speaking. How could she when their lips were still clinging to each other in a cuddle that was getting hotter and hotter? The rhythm with which they mingled pressed in unison with the speed of his thoughts, of his sensations pouring into her as if they were her own.

He slid more on top of her, pinning her to the ground with a voracious kiss as he trudged to remove her shoes. His fingers quarreled with the laces, then went up her calf, her knee, her pelvis, until there was nothing left to separate them. He inhaled her pleasant fragrance and immediately felt different, more vigorous. The innate and almost animalistic recognition that this was his female, the member of his own species to which he was predestined. But how was that possible?

Sucking the breath from her lungs, his wet kisses lingered on her lips, letting the desire to burrow into her skin and be taken creep ever stronger. They were bathed in a cloud of spores that blurred his vision, but he didn’t need his sight to know where Celeste’s warm irises were. He could feel them searching for him in the haze, wandering over his face and crossing to his own.

This makes no sense, she thought. You are Na’vi; he laid a hand on her chest, Your heart is Na’vi. Their mouths didn’t come off for a second. I shouldn’t be feeling all this. Feeling you.

One of his hands slipped until he found his braid and lifted it in front of her. Celeste followed it in length until her gaze landed where the tips of his hair revealed the nerves of his tswin. A myriad of emotions followed on her face.

Bewilderment. Surprise. Awareness. And finally… Embarrassment.

His kuru was connected to the tubular outgrowth, anchoring to her nape. The ultimate intimacy. Ripples of light spread around them, two atokirina dancing together in the air.

Nawna Sa’nok accepted you as her daughter. His eyes were luminous, honest, infinitely deep. I am with you now, Cel. We are mated for life.

He laid his head down, and her arms enfolded him. They started exploring each other with sparkling eyes. Neteyam went to his knees and stared at her with trembling anticipation. Celeste just nodded, looking at him with eyes full of meaning. Their mouths found themselves again, with even more passion, overwhelming frustration, almost fury. She clung to his forearms as if it were worth her life; she wouldn’t let him go. Arching her back, she clung to him as she stroked the stripes on his back and shoulders, then intertwined her fingers in his hair when Neteyam moved his lips to cover every inch of skin to her intimacy.

And so he tasted her. Sensual and tender, his thumbs caressing her asscheeks as he slowly slid his tongue into her womanhood to get a better taste. His tongue and the way it pressed against her walls made her push her head against the moss and let him explore her further. A small tingle in her lower abdomen told her how much she wanted him, how much she needed his touch, craved it.

“So soft,” Neteyam murmured against her skin, kissing and squeezing the fat of her thigh. She relished in the way his mouth sucked at her skin, leaving marks that would last for days. He giggled and began to draw circles around her cunt, watching Celeste squirm beneath him. Her only thoughts were how desperately she wanted to ride his smug face. And his ability to know exactly what she was thinking was shaking. Tsaheylu, baby. He tilted his head to look at her flushed expression. Her breath caught as she expected him to fuck her with his tongue, already a whimpering mess, and he hadn’t even started yet. Ride my face. His demanding tone only added to her excitement and the speed of her heartbeat. Celeste moved back and forth on his tongue as he watched her with hooded eyes, moaning at her taste. She grabbed his hair with both hands and picked up the pace, disengaging herself and waiting for the rush to hit. The intense sensation in her stomach revealed its formidable power. “Oh fuck,” she whimpered, throwing her head back as she continued to pleasure herself on top of his big mouth. “T-teyam—. I’m about to cum!” An animalistic growl was all she got in return. His fingers plunged into her thighs, trying to steady himself as she lost her mind against him. “Oh-oh, shit! Shit, shit, shit. Cumming!” It drained her of all energy, leaving her limp in his arms. A whine of his name echoed through the air as he licked a long strip down her folds to her core, which, thanks to the bond, went straight to his cock. And so a surge of courage came over him as he inserted a digit into her sex, enjoying the little gasp she gave as he cupped it tightly in his hand. “Gonna let me breed your tight pussy, yawntu?” Another moan, this time coming from somewhere deep within. “Gonna carry my kids in that tiny belly of yours?” So that was the person he became in the darkness of his hut when he could be his true self with no filter. Her cheeks turned red. “T-that can’t happen, Tey. Different species can't get pregnant with each other.” “The Great Mother would make it possible. We’re meant to be.” He rubbed his still-clothed cock against her heat, massaging her clit. “Now, say it. Are you up for starting a family with me? Carry on my lineage? Say you want me to fill you up ’til your tummy swell with my heirs.” “I-I…” “You? C’mon, open that pretty mouth of yours and tell me.” He didn’t stop to rub on her, he was driving her mad. “Y-yes! Gimme your cum, gimme your babies, gimme everything, Teyam!” “At your command.” He tore off her thin clothes with one hand, shredding everything in one go, and threw her back onto the moss. Then he removed his tewng. His eyes never left her, growing darker by the second. The band of the hunting knife was plastered to his sculpted chest, so sturdy, drawn by hard work. Soon, every layer that separated them was gone.

For goodness’ sake, Celeste’s eyes seemed to fall out of their sockets. Neteyam was huge.

“It will never fit.” He let go of her legs to give her a hard, sloppy kiss, pulling her lower lip between his canines, a move that sent waves of glee throughout her whole body and the bond. “Everything will be fine. Just trust me, yawntutsyìp.” He used his fingers to gently pull her lips apart, catching a glimpse of her wet cunt. Celeste shuddered at his touch as he moved his thumb over her swollen clit. She sighed his name as his leaky tip probed against her ring. He moved it along her swollen clit, still feeling her swollen folds throbbing from her orgasm. He pushed in with a hiss and her mouth fell wide open from the stretch, his cock ready to tear her apart. “Wiya (damn), so fuckin�� tight,” he threw his head back, grip tightening around the back of her knees as he worked his way into her. He smirked as he watched his length disappear inside her clenching walls, his hips beginning to move. “There you go, scarfing it down.” The human girl bit down on her lip when his tip pushed against her G-spot.

Celeste raised herself up just enough on her elbows to watch the point where their bodies connected, to see his gigantic dick disappear and reappear, disappear and reappear, wondering how his fragile little body could accommodate it so well, amazed at the bulge inside her belly. Her lips could be bleeding from how hard she bit them, her eyebrows knitted together. Desperate whimpers were the only sounds she could manage as his thrusts became so heavy she was sure she could feel him in her very core. His eyes were on fire, locked with hers. Enchanting. Rough hands went to the back of her neck, interlocking his fingers behind it, holding it in place as he rutted inside her. “We’re really meant to be. Shaped for each other so perfectly,” her folds squeezed him in after each sentence. He spoke with mirth; he was enjoying the way she was falling apart for him.

She couldn’t tell what came over her, but when she reached to grab him by his shoulders and pull him with all her strength on top of her, she sank her nails as hard as she could into his cerulean flesh, and then bit. Hard. Neteyam wailed from the pain; her teeth sharper than he ever thought. But the pain, mixed with pleasure, sent him over the moon. He switched positions in a flash; Celeste was now on top of him as he held her in place. “Do it again. Bite me.” He took her by the nape of her delicate head against the column of his neck, turning just enough to expose himself to her. “Bite me. Right here,” he pointed, where below was the mating gland. Neteyam encouraged her by driving his hips upwards into her core, making her cry out; he just hit the spot that could make the human girl lose it.

She applied pressure to his neck, feeling it pulsate under her lips, and he started moving again, rushing his cock inside. “Don’t be afraid. Bite me with all you got.” Chomping down on the flesh with all her might, Neteyam’s jaw ticked in response, and the coppery taste of blood wet her tongue. “Y-yeah, yawne. Mark me like you own me.” His voice strained, shaky even, overwhelmed by just how much pleasure it was giving them both, with Neteyam thrusting as rough as he could. “Ma’ lor muntxate (my beautiful mate).” She put her entire weight into the bite that was chomping his trapeze, her mind flying out of her head as she felt him reaching his peak. Too much. His cock was opening her too rapidly, and Celeste couldn’t even sit straight anymore. "T-tey, I can't hang on for much longer." Pushing her onto the moss, and sliding right back into her gummy walls, he pinned both her wrists over her head, slamming himself inside her so deeply, it felt like he wanted to rip her apart. “Just a little bit, ma’tawtute. Almost there. Hold out for me.” His thrusts sped up to the point her whole frame bounced on the solid ground, whining and closing her eyes shut, orgasm approaching with full force. “Yes, yawne, just like that. You’re so good to me. Taking all of me so well.”

Those praises pushed her over the edge, and soon she realized she was screaming his name and squirting all around him, while he was still hammering his own into her cervix. His hips lost control as he painted her walls with his warm cum, bawling from the strength of his climax. He didn’t stop even when Celeste was sure he’d given her everything he had to give, filling her to the brim with his load and continuing to slowly rock his hips into her overstimulated cunt.

After a moment, he looked down, his expression turning sorrowful, realizing what the intoxication had caused him to do, now that its hallucinogenic effects were wearing off. “Cel, are you okay?” A tired nod was all she managed, still so out of it to concentrate on anything else but the sensation of his cum dripping down her tights. “I’m so, so sorry. What I did—.” She shushed him by laying a finger on his lips. “That was amazing. You are amazing. Whatever triggered this, it allowed me to look inside your heart and there was no will to force me to do anything.”

It was so bizarre how the same person who had just minutes before fucked her into oblivion was now staring at her with the most intense, loving eyes, his topaz eyes tugging at her heartstrings. “Nga yawne lu oer (I love you).” “Nga yawne lu oer nìteng (I love you too).”

The happiness that simple words brought to him was impossible to contain, as Neteyam laid on his side to cradle her in his arms. He whispered words of adoration and gentle praise in her ear, and it was this that caused Celeste to drift off into a much-needed sleep.

A whole new life awaiting.

Special thanks to @pandoraslxna for the prompt!!

[@neteyamssyulang sorry I didn't you right away, I was so eager to post that I forgot😅]

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THE WEEKND SERIES: CALL OUT MY NAME - CHOI SEUNGCHEOL

author’s note: the first work of the series! i am all for strangers to more tropes so i hope you guys will have fun reading it! take care<3

synopsis: will shared fate with a stranger turn into something more, something you had never expected?

word count: 0.6k | genre: fluff, hurt/comfort, dark themes (apocalypse) | pairing: cheol x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of injury, doctors, apocalypse, death

the masterpost to this series can be found here.

the wind was blowing coldly as you reached the deserted capital, body tired from dragging it all day, not finding anyone near who could help you out. in the distance you could spot a silhouette, a human’s to be exact. “wait!” you shouted from the top of your lungs, taking all of your energy and putting it into a final call before you saw the figure turning around, running in your direction. the pain in your injured leg became unbearable and forced your knees to buckle; luckily the stranger who had arrived by your side just at that moment had caught you, laying you down on the muddy ground. “hi.” you smiled at him while his eyes widened in surprise seeing another human alive. there were not many people who survived the earthquakes or the tsunamis after the collision of the meteor. “nice to meet you.” he smiled back at you, inspecting the wound on your foot. “i guess you got this while trying to escape from the storm.” you wheezed. “good guess, sherlock.” his movements halted and he got a roll of surgical tape and bandaids out from his pocket. “so, do you want me to fix you up? you are not doing so well as i can see.” you nodded immediately, thanking him several times. “i have been searching for signs of life for days, but have seen noone so far.” he shook his head in agreement. “because there is almost no human here as of today. i’m surprised to see you here, never thought i would cross paths with someone here. everyone i know is at the same place, the mall. they gathered there, but they are starting to go crazy so i left.” he explained what he knew about the situation happening. your lack of response and the way you stared into nothing alarmed him and he pulled your body towards his so he could see your eyes. “you with me?” he swung his hand in front of your face. you nodded slowly to ensure that you heard and understood him. “good.” he thought for a moment. “must be shock which got you so quiet all of a sudden.” he finished wrapping up your leg, patting it for good measure. “can you stand?” he questioned with a warm look, one which you missed so much, after so long of not being in contact with others. “hello? i asked if you can stand up and walk.” he was crouching next to you, grabbing your chin to check your eyes again. you assumed that he must’ve been a doctor since he was looking for signs of head injury for sure, you knew this much of first aid. you leaned in without thinking, kissing him quickly. this caught him off guard, but it was so quick and sudden that it was over before he could register what was happening. “sorry, i just needed to check if you were real. i’ve been alone for a while, i wasn’t sure if it was just in my head or not.” he had a weird expression but only for a moment, then caught your wrist and lifted your finger to his face, poking it. “you could’ve just done this, you know.” he laughed sweetly, another thing you had been missing from your life. “you are right…” you whispered shyly, a bit embarrassed. “anyways, i see that you are quite lonely. you can accompany me for the time being if you want to. at least i can make sure your leg actually gets better.” you grinned tiredly. “if i’m gonna be your companion i gotta know your name at least though.” he extended his arm towards you. “just call me seungcheol.”

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onehundredandeleventropicalfish · 2 years

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so, i just watched the sandman cast watch party for episode six (thank you to whoever put that on youtube)

and, there were a lot of fun things in there, but the thing that struck me most was that they pointed out that this moment is the first time in the show that tom sturridge ever makes actual physical contact with another person - dream has interacted with his ravens that closely before now, but only them, no one else has ever touched him

and death is a very physically affectionate person throughout this episode, and while dream clearly isn’t bothered by it, she’s (almost) always the one to initiate it

it’s one of the reasons the end of her half of this episode stands out, because he voluntarily takes her hands there, to thank her, which is possibly the biggest proof that talking to her here helped

now, granted, neil was actually wrong in saying this was the first, there’s one moment before this, when lucienne helps him up at the end of episode one

but in all other situations, if you go back through the other episodes, dream keeps his distance with people. they may get near to him for various reasons, but there’s always that barrier of no contact, even with hob. not just before episode six, there’s precious few moments after it too. in fact, i only found three. (there's not even any more with lucienne, after dream enters the gates of his realm the closest they ever get is when passing books between each other, and they only ever touch the books)

1) desire hair grab. which, dream is always at his most childish, his least restricted, when it comes to desire, and it shows. most of what they do all day is trying to get dream to break rules, and they’ve certainly managed to flout this one, but also, desire does it to get dream to stop acting so above everything and everyone, so it's almost the inverse of death here, pushing dream to be more human

2) calliope. which, honestly, is a good example for holding to the rule, not just breaking it, because this moment they get maddeningly close, but neither one actually moves to touch the other

it’s only at the end, with calliope trying to turn over a new leaf, that she initiates it, and it clearly means so much

and 3) unity, after she dies, his only physical contact with a human we ever see. and i think, in this moment, it’s not about dream. this is about how terrible it is, that vortexes have to die for the sake of all creation, he desperately doesn’t want to kill them, every time, and he feels enormous guilt over that. and unity saved him from having to kill rose, all he can do is be grateful, and to treat her as kindly as possible

but what a great physical translation of dream’s tendency to isolate himself. his biggest problem is that because he’s not human he doesn’t think he’s capable of experiencing life the way humans do, and he ignores so many of his own needs because those are frivolous mortal things and endless should be better than that

when really the endless, despite their age and their power, are painfully human, and death is the only one who’s really worked that out, which is why she does her best to put those things back in dream’s life

and for dream, he physically removes himself from that world, from those people, from the things he wants but thinks he shouldn’t. he’s devastatingly alone, keeping everyone he’s ever known at literal arm’s reach.

people have written about him being touch starved because of the cage, and i love reading all of that, but he was touch starved long before that

#like this post features every single time in 11 episodes dream ever touches another person #just that! it's just that!#dream of the endless #the sandman #death of the endless #lucienne #calliope #desire of the endless #unity kincaid #meta #mine

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sinfullyrosey · 1 year

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Aggressive Affection - Azul

Azul Ashengrotto X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Tentacles, Claustrophobia (octoboy holds you close and encases ya in tentacles), Bondage (via said tentacles)

Fun Fact: Octopi can taste with their suckers. I only knew this after writing this, but still feel like it was an important addition.

All characters are 18+

How the two of you ended up in this situation didn’t really matter at this point.

What’s happened, happened.

You two had decided to go swimming together after finals, as a sort of date, and while he refused to change into his original form, fate had other plans it seems. Whether it be due to the nerves of seeing you in a bikini top and swim trunks for the first time or a simple oversight on his part, but he had forgotten to retake the potion that kept him in his bipedal form and slowly started to change.

His skin darkened and long, thick tentacles started to grow out to replace his two human legs, while you watched on in confused awe. He hadn’t had time to plan an escape route or brought an extra potion with him, instead left to transform right there in the waters of the Octavinelle Dorm, in front of his beloved.

The details of what happened next were blurred by the dark blackness of his ink spraying out in a panic and muddying the waters around them. Anxiety pricked at his veins when he made direct eye contact with you and saw the baffled look on your face. The image sent waves of fear rushing into his mind.

He remembers trying his best to hide himself away from you then, curling in on himself and desperately trying to find some closed off space to squeeze into and hide. The sheer embarrassment and shame clouding his thoughts. His mind was uncharacteristically frazzled, leaving him to simply float to the bottom floor, kicking up sand like a cloud and mixing with the ink.

He can’t quite recall what led to what happened next.

His partner was speaking to him, coming closer and trying to reassure him. Her delicate touch and kind words are what ultimately brought him out of his self-deprecating state. He was still ashamed of his body, despite her efforts, but they were not all in vein. He began to open up a bit more, allowing her to see more of him, but still hidden in the ball of embarrassment and tentacles.

He just remembers feeling safe with her around, her presence offering him some much needed comfort. Her kind smile painting one of acceptance and love, not a single inkling of disgust or fear could be seen, only compassion and understanding. The feeling made his body jittery all over again, only this time for the better. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say she was his new octopot. Warm, comforting, safe…

Maybe that is why his tentacles acted on their own accord and gently wrapped themselves around her smaller figure. Curling and coiling around her arms and legs, the suckers latching on and pulling them closer into the ebony limbs.

You had gasped at the first unsuspecting touch, but soon relaxed when you saw it was only him. Your smile grew as you pet the squishy appendages, giggling when you spotted his blushing blue face.

“Ha ha, your face is so blue, ZuZu! It matches your eyes.~”

The playful comment had made his blush deepen and caused two of his tentacles to raise and cover his face. You giggled some more as the tentacles around you drew you closer to him. He wasn’t doing any of this on purpose. He wasn’t commanding them to wrap around you protectively like you were some newfound coin to add to his collection. He hadn’t meant for them to hug you so tightly in such a protective manner.

They were acting on his emotions alone, playing out the secret desires he kept hidden away deep inside him. The desire to just hold you close; so, so close…

Before he knew it, his tentacles were pulling you closer to him and creating a cage around the both of you, blocking out the ocean blue waters and leaving nothing but the inky curtains of darkness. Your vision was left with nothing but black, and the light blue glimmer of his horizontal-pupiled eyes. You smiled at him in the darkness, hands slowly reaching out to gently hold them against his pale cheeks.

His heartrate increased as you rested your forehead against his, softly murmuring such praises at him. Showering him in compliments and words of affirmation with that lovely voice of yours. He couldn’t take it anymore, his tentacles pulling you even closer to him until your bodies were flush against one another and he could feel the soft flesh of your skin against his own. He could feel the heat radiating from your body as his greedily soaked up everything it could from you.

Azul could just melt into this moment forever. To never leave and share this all with you, holding you close in his makeshift security pot and bask in each other’s soft affections. But, of course, it still wasn’t enough for his greedy, little heart. He always wanted more, needed more, even if he himself didn’t realize it.

“A-ah, Azu…” A soft moan slipped past your lips. Your back arching forward at the pleasurable sensation between your legs.

The tentacle that had wrapped itself there was now slowly rubbing against the clothed folds of your most sensitive bits. The pleasure mixed in with the feeling of the others wrapped around your thighs and lower bottom squeezing and massaging the plump skin. You were left panting as the ones at your breasts joined in, curling themselves around the round mounds and fondling them, causing your nipples to pebble at the treatment.

“Azul… Az…ul~”

He only watched as his eight limps worked at you in tandem, sending you new waves of pleasure with every sudden squeeze and light pinch. His body heated up at the sight of your body so positively responding to what he thought was so ugly about himself for so long. Despite what he assumed, your body did not act in disgust, but rather, pure wanting arousal.

You gasped when the same tentacle’s suckers latched onto the slick skin of your groin, creating a suctioning effect against your folds and now swollen clit. Your pussy quivered and fluttered, leaking at the touch. The tentacle would rub and grind against you, then release with an audible “pop!” before re-latching themselves once more. The strange sensation had your toes curling and mouth singing a chorus of moans and pants.

“Azu-I’m g-gonna cum! O-oh, it feels so good!” You keened.

The other tentacles started to squeeze tighter around your thighs and bottom. The ones at your breasts started to give your nipples the same treatment as your clit, suckers massaging the perky buds until they were red and swollen.

The pain and pleasure was becoming too much and you could feel your insides coil and tighten with every new jolt sent to your core. The expression of bliss on your face had the octomer in awe. He tentatively took your face in his hands, much like how you had done to him earlier, and pressed his lips against yours in a desperately passionate kiss.

He swallowed down your moans when you finally came undone, walls clenching and hips grinding further against his tentacles to gain as much friction as possible. You whimpered against his lips, leaning into him as your vision went white, before slowly fading back to the black around you.

Your body went limp in his hold, cradled securely in his many arms. Azul smiled at the lovestruck look in your tired, lidded eyes, bringing you closer to him once more and kissing your temple. For now, he just chose to hold you and nothing more, enjoying the moment for now.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Smut #TWST #TWST Smut #Azul Ashengrotto Smut #Azul Ashengrotto X Reader #Fem!Reader

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marwhoa · 1 year

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request: Leo x gn!reader who's pressure-touch-starved in the way that if you put a weighted blanket on them, their brain would short-circuit. What happens when Leo decides to use Y/N as a mattress? 😏 ~🌺👸

🝮 “ skin hunger touch-starved ”

rise!leo x touch-starved!reader

author’s note: woot! another request after how long? has it been a week since i posted? oop— my bad y’all, i was in break but ended up a tad bit on the lazy side uwu 💕 this is moderately short, but i would say i had fun with the extra details in the leo-donnie convo :33 as always, i hope you enjoy reading, and consider maybe sending in a requesty-wuesty~?

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“ I just don’t get it, Donnie! ”

Leo complained, laying on his plastron in the middle of his brother’s lab—who, let the records show, was not enjoying the company at all (at least, if he was, he would never admit to it.) He huffed, propping his head up on his hand while the other hand traced circles on the floor. He expected to pick up dust but was a little weirded out to find it perfectly spotless.

You could eat a dinner plate on this damn floor?

“ Y/N’s been so sluggish and stressed out lately—more than usual! And they’ve even been awake as late as I’m up, and I’m nocturnal, Donnie, nocturnal! ”

“ Insomniac, ‘Nardo, not nocturnal. ”

“ Same difference! ”

“ No—What? Heavy sigh. ”

Donnie grouched, spinning in his chair to face his brother who splayed out on his floor. Don’t think for a second he didn’t notice those grubby little fingers rubbing his floor.

“ If I help you, will you promise to leave me alone? ”

Quite literally grasping at straws, Donnie dragged his hands down his face then rested his gaze upon the all-too-smiley blue-banded brother. Leo gave a nod and sat up, crossing his legs.

“ Tell me again what’s going on. ”

This time it was Donnie’s turn to rest his head in his palm, legs crossed and elbow pressing into his knee.

Leo cleared his throat.

“ As I said, they’re much more stressed than usual and not sleeping at well. They flinch when I touch them, but I don’t know if they dislike it or are just, I don’t know, surprised? ”

“ Who wouldn’t be surprised if you touched them? ”

Donnie cracked a grin then yelled as he narrowly dodged a tossed item. It made a crash that wiped Donnie’s smirk off immediately— just what did he hit! That was a mess to clean up, and best believe he’s pushing it for later.

“ Har-dee-har, Dee. They’re just so drained, a bit snappy here and there, and just.. I want to be able to help them, but not even they know what’s wrong. “

After a few moments of silence, Donnie popped his fist into the palm of his other hand in a, “ got it! “ way.

“ Skin hunger. ”

“ Excuse me? ”

“ Sigh, my good man! This is Y/N we’re talking about. Knowing them, it sounds like maybe they’re experiencing effects of skin hunger—or, more commonly known as Touch starvation. “

Donnie spun back around, standing to look for the previously thrown object. He had continued speaking, but it was all deeper, more scientific stuff, and something about cortisol.

“ So they’re starving? For touch? What does that mean? ”

Leo stood up too, walking over to see if he could help find the object lost to the void, only to be pushed back by a mechanical arm and a grumpy glare.

“ Touch starvation is a common problem for humans to undergo, especially as a social species that has physical contact so ingrained into its culture. Y/N probably needs some form of physical contact, such as a hug or holding of the hand. “

Donnie holds his hand up, shaking it with emphasis, before then dropping his goggles over his eyes. Just what did he throw? And where was it?!

Leo started smiling wide, bouncing on his feet. In one fell swoop, he swiped open a portal with his sword before Donnie could say, “ not in the lab! “ and leaped right on through, straight into Y/N’s living room.

“ Y/N? ”

He called inquisitively, looking around. There was a groggy response from your bedroom, one that quickly made him connect the dots—you must’ve been sleeping! Wait, what time was it? No, never mind that, he came into your room, leaning in from your doorway as he searched for you.

“ Leo….? “

Y/N grumbled, wriggling beneath their blankets until finally their head popped out. Curious eyes landed upon their beloved blue, not-so-belovedly interrupting their desperately sought after sleep.

“ What are you doing here? “

There were a few more tosses and turns from under the blankets until finally they flipped the blankets over and off their torso, resting at their waist.

“ I discovered your ailment—“

“ Ailment? ”

“—Yes, ailment, with Donnie’s help! And I know just the thing to cheer you up. Hopefully. “

Y/N unintentionally glared at him, not exactly sure if they wanted to entertain whatever plan Donnie had put him up to. After all, who knew what the two of them talked about?

Alas, before you could agree or disagree to the terms of this experiment, Leo assumed a jumping position, announced “ POUNCE IMMINENT! “ and proceeded to launch himself at you. A startled yelp left you, expecting to be in some form of pain after this, but found that he had landed over you with a grin.

“ Where’s the trust, Y/N? ”

And with THAT, he thumped against you, and you involuntarily gave an “ umph! “ from the sudden weight.

In any other situation, you would have no issues with yelling, bopping, or scolding your way out of this—you were in no way, shape, OR form a mattress! But, your stammering came to a stop as it seemed the weight of your boyfriend was somehow curing all the metaphorical weight bearing on you. You were beginning to feel…

Better? Oddly as if it were easier to breathe? Deciding against a protest, you hummed low and quiet while snuggling your face into Leo’s neck, arms lazily wrapping around him to pull him in closer (which was physically impossible, but hey, no one said you couldn’t try.)

Leo was shockingly quiet but grinning ear to ear. His arms wrapped around you too, snuggling up.

Plenty of silence passed you both as you lavished in the luxurious comfort the gods had been bestowing upon you right now, not daring to break the silence with any questions….

For long, at least, since there was like ONE little inquiry crawling up your throat.

“ … What did Donnie even say? “

Leo hummed a “ hmm? ”, much too comfortable himself.

“ To make you know to do this? “

There was a muffled “ oh “ against your neck that stirred a few giggles before he then pulled up his head to speak.

“ Something something skin hunger, something something too much cortisol. “

He then thumped his head into your pillow. Maybe that was the best answer you would be getting out of him..

And, maybe that was okay…

You were getting a bit tired again, and something was telling you that this sleep would probably be the best you’ve had in a while..

#Leonardo x reader #leo x reader #rise leonardo x reader #rise leo x reader #rise tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt leo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader

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miura-ayme · 5 months

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7 Minutes in Heaven (Part 1)

Gojo X Female Reader

If there's some grammar or spelling errors, please tell me<3

Word Count: 1.6K words

Contains: Confessions, hints of the "She fell first he fell harder" trope, not proofread, Persuasive Gojo, Reader is doubting of herself and please let me know if there's more<3

You were sweating in dread. It was just a harmless game of "spin the bottle" and it was just for fun and games until it turned into 7 minutes in heaven with the person on the other end. You were so busy laughing at the other people getting to be with their crush that you didn't realize the person on your end was your crush, Satoru Gojo, who you have been trying to avoid for the longest time. You didn't realize the bottle landed on both of you until your friend Shoko bumped her shoulder into yours and giggled when you looked at the bottle. "Awww, is it Y/N's turn now?" Utahime chimed in. You looked at the other end and saw Gojo smirking at you. Your heart started pumping fast when he got up and started walking up to you. "Hey, it's our turn. Let's go?" he held out his hand to you. You can call it Karma for teasing your friends too much when it was their turn in the game. You accepted his helping hand and when you placed your hand in his, he pulled you up leading to a lot of cheering and giggling from your friends. You noticed his hand still holding yours but before you could pull away he started walking up to the closet where the "game" took place. You could hear everyone shrieking and cheering on the two of you and all you could do was put your hand over your mouth to prevent your smile and blush from showing.

Gojo closed the door of the closet and your heartbeat started going places and you started to get more nervous. You're alone in a room with your crush. How could you not be? You felt a rush of adrenaline as you watched him approach you. He slowly leaned into you and whispered something against you, "You know... I have been hearing that a specific girl likes me. A girl who's loud, funny and quite pretty." You couldn't help but blush even more but you couldn't face him out of embarrassment "Too bad, she won't even look at me." he gave you a pout when he said that but then it turned into a smirk "We can change that." he said lifting his finger to your chin and making you face him "There's that pretty face!" he yelled out and started giggling "Hey, c'mon, no need to be embarrassed." he said, still in his playful tone, although you were facing him, you weren't making eye contact. You couldn't look at him in the eyes if you did you would probably explode however he didn't take it nicely "Can you look at me? please?" He pleaded with you. You felt your heart racing. You wanted to look into his eyes so badly, but you were scared. You took a deep breath and slowly looked at him, his finger still under your chin. "That's my girl." He smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat. You felt warmth spread through your body as he said those words. You smiled and felt yourself falling more and more in love with him. He removed his finger from under your chin and took a step back.

"Do you like playing hard to get?" He asked, his tone changing to a more serious one which caught you off guard. "Huh? What do you mean?" you asked him. He chuckled and said, "Well, it seems like you were giving me all the clues but you were avoiding me. You seemed like you wanted me to put in all the effort." You felt embarrassed and realized that you had been playing hard to get. You quickly said, "I'm sorry, I was just being shy and I didn't know how to process my feelings for you." You explained to him. "Hey, no need to be sorry. We're all humans here. I understand you." He said taking a step closer to you "2 minutes left... fuck..." He released a sigh of frustration "Can I have your number, Y/N?" He asked, "Maybe we can go out soon..." He added and it made you almost squeal "Yes... it's XXX-XXX-XXXX," you told him and ran out of the room "Hey, wait! Our time isn't over!" He said taking a step forward but you were already out of the room

"SHOKO!" you shouted out, running into her embrace. She looks at her wrist while her other hand is around your waist. "Hey, you still have like more than a minute left with the infamous Gojo," she said in a teasing tone. "Yeah, what happened there?" Utahime asked but you remained silent. "Did something happen that we're not supposed to know?" Shoko asked, lifting up her eyebrow in suspicion "Or maybe something else happened~" Utahime teased "Like a kiss or maybe more~" Shoko added, and the both of them started laughing.

"A kiss would've been nice if she hadn't run away," someone said. It was Gojo. "Oh? Y/N's getting shy now?" Shoko teased

"Food's here!" someone shouted. It was Gojo's friend, Geto. "We have Pizza, Chicken and Burgers. Go all out, people!" he added and then everyone ran out to the kitchen and dining area even Shoko and Utahime. Which left you and Gojo alone again. "It's you and me again, darling." He said walking up to you "No, just you." With that, you dashed out the door and into the kitchen.

You were eating alone in one of the rooms of this giant mansion. You didn't know how to process anything at all. So, Gojo likes you back, not a big deal, right? Wrong! He's like the most popular, hottest, richest, funniest, and coolest guy out there in your school and you were some girl. Sure, you were friends with popular girls but that was just that. You were smart, pretty and funny but what else? Those were the only compliments you had and they weren't bad! It's better than being called stupid, dumb or anything but that was only a description of you, not a mention of your talents. It just seemed basic. Shoko was the woman of dreams. She's a genius, badass, talented, funny and caring for her friends. Utahime is another popular and pretty girl but she is also so much more. She's nice, sassy, a good dancer, funny and don't forget pretty. You were the lesser of the three of you. The conversations about the three of you would go as

"Shoko is so smart! She won the science fair competition last week!"

"Utahime is so pretty! Have you seen her performance a few days ago? Her moves are so elegant!"

"Y/N? Shoko and Utahime's friend? Oh yeah, she's cool and nice."

How could he like you?

As you were lost in thought you heard the door opening then closing revealing yours truly, Satoru Gojo. "Why are you here all alone?" he asked you while leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "Are you going to keep avoiding me or are you going to talk?" He wasn't going to mince words this time. Satoru was tired of making all the moves and was determined to resolve the issue. He was making an effort to be direct and to the point, which indicated that he was serious about wanting you to talk. "Please just say something. I know you like me. Why are you being like this?" He pleaded with you and you finally said something "I just feel like you're too good for me."

"Explain to me why?" he demanded. You felt uncomfortable and weren't sure what to say. You took a deep breath and said "I just feel like I'm not good enough for you." you looked down, not wanting to face him "I'm not sure if it's the way you look or the way you talk, but I just feel like I don't measure up to the other girls who probably like you." you added. There was a silence that filled the room. Gojo started walking up to you and while sitting beside you he engulfed you in a hug. "I don't care about the other girls! I never thought of them ever since I saw you. I love you! No one can compare to you, at all."

He buries his face into your neck "Please, Y/N, If you let me, I promise to take care of you as a boyfriend should."

"What if-" you were still doubting yourself if you were even good enough for him "I don't care! I don't want anyone but you! I know that you think there's better for me but to me, you're the only one for me." He exclaimed. You never thought your crush on him could blossom into this. "But you're like the most liked guy here and I'm some girl..." you mumbled "No! To me, you're the smartest, funniest and prettiest girl out there!" he explained trying to convince you more "What else, Huh?" you ask, tears threatening to fall from your eyes which seemed to have stunned him. He smiled and embraced you tightly, his heart beating fast as he told you

"I love the way you seem to know when someone's feeling down, the way you talk, your selflessness, your empathy for people, your humour, your taste in music, the way you draw, your poetry, your personality and everything new I find out about you makes me fall for you even more."

Your eyes lit up when you heard those words. He really does know a lot about you. To be frank, you two have known each other since 9th grade. You just never talked to each other. You feel a rush of emotion as you realize how much he knows about you. "You do?" you ask him, finally looking him in the eye. "Yes! Please Y/N! Give me one chance. I promise to be good to you." He pleaded with you "Yes, I'll give you one chance. Woo me Satoru Gojo." you answer

"Challenge accepted"

❀-Hey, It's me. I just wanna say. This is my second time writing so please don't expect Shakespeare-quality writing from me! But please do give me some tips if you can! If you like this work then thank you and you can always follow for more!-❀

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kaedehime · 8 months

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It's (Not) Like That

gojo satoru x fem! sorcerer

the first years can't tell if it's like that or not

slight references/spoilers of season 2 and the manga :)

"how do you know it's not like that?" kugisaki whispers.

"it's not." megumi replies without further explanation. "that doesn't answer my question!"

"i always thought they were together because of how much he talks about her." itadori sighs as he observes you from afar, "gojo sensei is going to die alone at this rate."

"please don't say that." megumi grumbles. "that would only motivate him to spend the rest of his senile days bothering us."

"that's bold coming from a fellow single person." kugisaki coughs. "they're almost always together! how can they not have any romantic feelings for one another?"

"I didn't say they didn't have romantic feelings for one another."

the first years watch as you and gojo sit under a tree sifting through paperwork. well, you diligently read through important reports while gojo scarfed down his second crepe from takeshita street and "supervised" -as he liked to call it- your work. he was nice enough to offer you a bite every so often. "we're going to need to work on their stealth." you mumbled, not looking up from your work. "those kids really think we can't see yuji's red hood sticking out amongst the bushes."

"too bad we don't have super hearing. wonder what they're up to." gojo licked the remaining chocolate syrup off his fingers.

you tidy up the papers in your lap and stand up. "beats me. did you give them one of your impossible missions again?"

"nothing is impossible for me." gojo winks. "just like how i'm impossibly handsome and irresistible."

"i'm going home." you deadpan. you begin to turn on your heels when you feel a tug on your sleeve. you narrow your eyes at gojo, you already knew what he was going to ask. "no."

"i didn't say anything!" gojo sputters.

you don't hesitate to roll your eyes, "i'm not in the mood for going out."

the 190cm beanstalk would look more intimidating standing up if it wasn't for the deep pout gracing his features. "but the new wormo man movie came out and i need someone to see it with me!" you could've sworn the pout got deeper.

"I told you all, it's Human Earthworm 4!" an indignant voice shouts. gojo feels the smile on his lips grow at the sound of your quiet giggle. he loves the sound of your laugh. you motion the first years to come over. you note the prominent vein popping out of kugisaki's forehead due to itadori's untimely outburst. megumi sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

"having fun eavesdropping?" you raise an eyebrow.

"are you two-" itadori heaves and nearly doubles over from the force of kugisaki's elbow in his ribs. megumi avoids eye contact, embarrassed to be standing next to the other two first years.

kugisaki promptly interrupts, "of course it's like that. don't listen to fushiguro."

"it's not like that." megumi insists.

"what is not like that?" your brows furrow.

"kugisaki thinks you and gojo sensei are dating."

chaos ensues as the trio argue amongst one another. kugisaki starts firing off every single "romantic" encounter the three of them have witnessed between you and gojo. megumi can barely get a word in with itadori sprouting interjections of "huh" and "seriously?" you blink a few times before feeling the blush creeping up your neck. it's your turn to avoid eye contact with everyone when gojo enthusiastically wraps an arm around your shoulders and plants a wet kiss on your cheek. megumi's eyes couldn't have rolled harder. kugisaki and itadori's mixed screams of surprise and horror nearly overshadow gojo's next sentence:

"we're married."

my first post, look away

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen

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writeyouin · 10 months

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Would you mind continue the one about the lonely reader on lost light?

Transformers MTMTE/LL Reader Insert – Attention Part 2 of 2 – A Friend in the Darkness

A/N – So, part one of this fic came out ages ago. It’s so funny to me that I was asked for angst, then when I delivered, people were like, “No, get back here and fix this right now.”

Welp, like a cat that smashed a glass, I’m finally home, with a dead mouse as an apology for the mess.

Warnings – Themes of depression (with a happy ending though).

Rating – T

You had been on your own for a while now. At first, you had tried to keep in contact with the other bots on the ship, but there was always so much to be done. Repairs had to be made, the bots all had jobs, and while you had known the crew for little over a year, they had known each other for hundreds if not thousands of years, meaning that they each had groups of predetermined friends, all with their own inside jokes and banter you couldn’t begin to comprehend.

When it became obvious that everyone was currently too busy to spend time with you, you retreated into yourself, making little effort to communicate further. You supposed that eventually somebody would seek you out, but it didn’t happen.

All alone, you began to think about what being the only organic aboard a non-organic ship meant. It never seemed to matter much before, but now you were realising just how different you were. The worst thing seemed to be that if you had been lonely on Earth, you would have surrounded yourself with nature, finding solace in the steady breaths of fresh air, but that was impossible on the Lost Light; the mechs didn’t need organic matter for their mental health, but you, on the other hand, were learning what it meant to be deprived of such things.

Soon enough you started getting out of bed later than usual, finding little enthusiasm to face the long days with nobody to talk to and nowhere new to go. You lost interest in most of your hobbies, unable to continue drawing, reading, or writing as you once had purely for fun. It seemed that your world had turned grey, leeching your life and soul of any colour and vibrancy it had once held.

It was on one such day wherein you had chosen to stay in bed that there was finally a knock at your door. You didn’t get the chance to answer it as Cyclonus let himself in, having stolen a passkey from Rung’s office.

“So, you are here,” Cyclonus stated matter of factly, as if it wasn’t your room he was standing in.

You regarded Cyclonus carefully, unused to the usually sombre bot. He hadn’t been among your old friends and you weren’t sure what to make of him now, especially due to the strange way he had come to seek you out.

“Uh… Hi,” You said dazedly, your voice small and quiet as if you had almost forgotten how to speak in your solitude.

“You haven’t been around recently,” Cyclonus stated, his steely gaze cutting into you.

Until then, you hadn’t been aware that Cyclonus had been keeping tabs on you; you wondered why he had bothered to do so.

“I’m- I’m not well,” You whispered sheepishly, feeling somewhat guilty that he should find you in such a state, even though you technically didn’t have anything to feel guilty about.

Cyclonus stared hard at you. He didn’t know much about humans, but it was true you didn’t look well. Your skin was pale and your face was drawn into an anxious, closed-off expression. Your hair lacked its usual sheen, and you seemed somewhat dry as if you were dehydrated. Yet, despite the evidence before him, Cyclonus didn’t believe it was a physical illness that plagued you.

“That may be true,” He said evenly, “But your illness is in your head, and your spark. Your friends have been negligent of your needs.”

“They’re busy,” You replied feebly, unsure as to why you were currently defending them against Cyclonus’ accusations.

“And you’re the one suffering for it.”

You looked down at the blanket, unwilling to meet Cyclonus’ gaze as your eyes burned with unshed tears.

He bent down, getting into a sitting position in an attempt to get closer to you. He wasn’t the best at making conversation, but some things needed to be said.

“Being alone is hard. Telling yourself that it’s your fault is harder. You and I… We deal with things in different ways, but I can still tell true loneliness when I see it.”

“Why are you here? We’ve never even spoken before.”

Cyclonus thought of Tailgate, the small blue bot who had spent all his time trying to get Cyclonus to open up. Even when Cyclonus had acted utterly vile towards him, Tailgate hadn’t given up hope that they could be friends; it had improved Cyclonus’ life exponentially.

“Because I don’t ever want you to turn out like me. Now get up, washed, and dressed. I’ll wait outside. We’re going out and I want you to tell me all about your life.”

Initially, spending time with Cyclonus was somewhat disconcerting. He left most of the conversation to you, listening more than he spoke. You weren’t used to such attentiveness; usually, conversations with friends were all about give and take. Yet, slowly as the two of you sat in the Observation Deck, you started to warm up to him.

He had gotten you out of your room which had unintentionally become your cell, made sure that you took care of yourself, even going so far as to ensure you ate and took two full bottles of water out during your excursion, then he simply listened.

In the following weeks, he made sure to check on you regularly, and shortly thereafter the other bots had found time for you again, apologising for the long time it had been since you hung out. You weren’t sure whether Cyclonus had been the one to tell them of your need for social interaction, or whether the others finally had some free time to fraternise, but either way, your life was getting back to normal and you no longer felt isolated.

You joined clubs that some of the other bots set up, including an Art Class which Rodimus insisted on being the model for; that wasn’t a good arrangement since he couldn’t seem to sit still long enough for any serious artist to capture him and he was highly critical of any abstract art that ‘didn’t fit his image.’

Swerve started a film club and every other week you were allowed to pick the movie. Sometimes, you picked something you had seen a million times over, and sometimes you tried something new so you could share in theories and surprises with your friends.

There were still rough days, and even weeks when you would struggle with ship life, but there was always someone to go to on nights like that, and on the few rare occasions that everyone was seemingly busy, Cyclonus would show up at your door unannounced, making sure that you had someone who would always be there to listen to you.

Sometimes, all one needs is a friend who has suffered the same darknesses as yourself, since only they can truly understand how difficult it is to claw one’s way out of the darkness alone, and those who have suffered alone will always make sure it doesn’t happen to anyone else.

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Lokittys 2024 prompts

“I knew that you were from the beginning, I could see the blood on your hands. You’re like me.”

“You will always be a monster.” “Maybe, but like humans we can choose what we want to be.”

“He/she/they carry more anger and pain then the whole universe combined, I can see it. Betrayal, hurt, deception, heartache, they’ve been through it all. He/she/they walked through hell a thousand times.” “Why are you telling me this?” “Because the only time I’ve ever seen true peace in his/her’s/their eyes is when he/she/they saw you.”

“I wish you always remember me as I was, that I once existed. Will you remember that I stood here with you like this?”

“There is no such thing as beautifully broken.” “Then what is it called?” “It’s called being torn apart from the inside out, and learning how to live.”

“Tell me something about you.” “All I’ve ever loved, I’ve loved alone.”

“You are the best person I’ve ever met, I’ve met so many people, but none of them compare to you.”

“Can I be honest about something?” “There’s a first time for everything, sure.” “There are no words that describe how I feel about you, no words to describe how deeply, passionately, insanely in love with you I am.”

“Why is he/she/they like this?” “All the coldest, rudest people were once as beautiful as flowers, as warm as the sun.”

“I fear if you get too close you’ll see me for who I really am, I don’t want you to see me for that.”

“Why does it hurt..?”

“Let pain come, let it wash over you, then let it leave.”

“You exist, and that in itself is beautiful.”

“You deserve a love so deep it roots itself into your very soul, reminds you that out there somebody who thinks of you and sees the world in your smile.”

“What is it about (Y/N) you love so much?” “Aside from being the most spectacular person I have ever met, everything. I just wish there was a way I could say that.” “Turn around.”

“Would you come find me?” “I’ll cross the entire earth if I have to.”

“Will you meet me in the place where we first met?”

“I’ve been told that apparently I love you.” “See, I want to say good for you but that doesn’t seem like the appropriate response.” “No, it really wouldn’t. But if you want to say it then that’s okay.” “Good for you.”

“Give me money.” “Do I like like a bank to you?” “Do you have money?” “Yes?” “Then yes.”

“I can’t read, you know that right?” “You can read, stop lying and help.”

“I didn’t know you were married, I can’t believe it! You didn’t tell me?!” “Wait until you find out who actually agreed to marry me.”

“Let’s make a bet.” “No!” “Why?” “Because somehow you always win!”

“I once sold my soul.” “Hard to believe you had a soul in the first place.”

“Can you use magic?” “I feel unsafe answering that.”

“You make me want to cry.” “Like, in a you’re happy to see me way?” “I said what I said.” “Is that a good or bad thing?!”

“Look, in life you either find a way or make a way, but if you stand there and do nothing, then you’ll never get where you want to be.”

“I need a parent or guardian to sign this.” “I’m neither.” “You’re close enough, sign it.”

“Tell me something I don’t know about you.” “I was hit by a car once, not fun.” “Not what I was expecting. Why?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“Do you want a hug?” “No, that involves physical contact and that’s gross.” “We are quite literally married. If you’re angry at me just tell me.”

“Why is it every time I come here you seem to be here too?” “I study here.” “In detention?”

“What was the last thing he/she/they said to you?” “Ask if we could get married.”

“Can I stay at yours?” “You don’t need to ask.”

“If you could go anywhere, where would you go?” “Home…”

“I don’t remember you… I’m sorry…” “that’s alright, how about we start again, from square one?”

“Will you ever forgive me?”

“I can’t do this… be this anymore…”

“I never asked for any of this!”

“Did you mean it?” “What?” “When you said you loved me did you mean it?”

“Don’t go… stay with me..”

“I think when you’re in love, and that person in return loves you, it is the most beautiful thing in the world. The most painful thing.”

“All my heartache is because of you!”

“I’m.. I’m sorry…” “it’s okay… it’s not your fault…”

“If you want the world then it’s yours, whatever you want I’ll get it for you.”

“Come with me.” “Where?” “Anywhere but here.”

“I have to do this, I have to do it alone.” “No you don’t..”

“You’re all alone.” “I never go anywhere alone.”

“You’re not so scary.” “I’m not?”

“You’re the one!” “What?” “You are everything I never knew I needed, everything I never knew I wanted. You are the one person I want for the rest of my life, to be by my side.”

“Did you just punch me in the face?” “I would say sorry but that’s a lie.”

“How long have you been waiting?” “Hundreds of years.”

“I love the sound of your laugh.”

“What’s your favourite thing in this world?” “You.”

“He/she/they would hurt anybody, everybody, but you’re the one person he/she/they just can’t hurt.”

“You are the one thing that keeps me sane.”

“So, want to start a riot?” “Sometimes I worry about you.”

“Are you drunk?” “Extremely.”

“I swear to god I’m going to knock you out one day.”

“Are you an Angel!” “No, the opposite actually, demon.”

“Why do you insist on destroying all my things?”

“Stop throwing things!” “No!”

“Warn a person before walking up to them!”

“My mother warned me about people like you.” “Did you listen?” “No, I never was any good at that.”

“I’m pumped up on caffeine and I feel like my heart is going to explode.” “Yes, no more caffeine for you.”

“You’re very British.” “I.. don’t know if that’s an insult…”

“Why do you insist on breaking all the rules?”

“You stole my car?” “You left your keys unguarded.” “So you stole them?”

“Even if nobody else believes you I do.” “Really?” “Of course.”

“You will always be the most important part of my life.”

“Thank you.” “For what?” “For showing me what it’s like to be human…”

#Lokittys writing prompts

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hedwig394 · 11 months

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Derek Hale x Scott's sister, Sarah McCall

Sarah is older than Scott and only a year younger than Derek. (because big age gaps scare me). She works at the hospital with her mother and is a pharmacist and also a Druid of Scott's pack.

Timeline : In TW S1, after Sarah rescues Derek from Kate.

Sarah :

I run to the basement where they've been keeping Derek. Scott follows close behind me, and even when he is the supernatural one, it seems like I am running faster.

"CeeCee," Scott says, "Be careful." Even when I pretend like I don't like it when he calls me that, on the inside, I do. When Scott was a baby, he couldn't pronounce my name. He used to say 'CeeCee'. Even when he learnt the correct pronunciation, he still calls me that.

"Are you sure that this is the place?" I ask him as we come to a stop outside the door. My heart's been hammering and I've been out of my mind with worry. I had met Derek not a long time ago, but him and I, there's a bond developed between us. I'm sure that we have a connection. Like when he growls at every man who looks my way, when he almost became a wolf and killed that one man who tried to steal my purse, yup, I know he's into me.

And so am I. I like being with him. To the world, he's a dry, humourless, dead-inside person, but to me, he's just a man who's been alone for too long. People look at him like he's some kind of monster, but to be honest, my father was more of a monster than he is.

I hear voices inside, and put my ear to the door. Scott doesn't have to.

Derek: "Are you gonna torture me, or are you just gonna talk me to death?"

Kate: "Oh, sweetie, I don't- I don't wanna torture you. I just... wanna catch up. Remember all the fun we had together?"

Derek: "Like the time you burned my family alive?"

Kate: "No, I was thinking more about the hot, crazy sex we had. But the fire thing? Yeah, that was fun, too. I love how much you hate me. Remember how this felt?"

I take away my ear. I have to save Derek, not vomit at this door. Whatever Kate had in mind after she said that, it is disturbing. Still, a pang rocks my heart when I realise that she saw the innocent, kind part of Derek which I'll most likely never see.

Not the time to be jealous.

Kate walks away, and Scott and I burst open the door. I cough due to the dust, but Scott stands in front of Derek with his jaw clenched. Derek sees him first and then I step into the light. Derek's eyes widen.

"Why is she here?" He snaps at Scott, making my heart crack.

"I'd suggest you to be a bit more grateful, Derek! Since she was the one who insisted on saving your life as soon as possible after she located where you were being tortured!" Scott snarls at him. I give him a soft smile. If there's anything Scott doesn't tolerate, it's the disrespect of his sister.

"I am grateful for that." Derek grits his teeth. He refuses to make eye contact with me. "But do you remember that she's human? She can't heal like us! What if something happens to her-"

"Look at me!" I snarl at him. "I'm done sitting safely in my house while a crazy werewolf hunter tries to hurt my brother and my-"

I break of mid-sentence. My? Derek? Mine?

"You!" I grit out. "And don't even get me started on that crazy alpha wandering around beacon hills." He's looking at me now, his eyes full of emotion, a rarity when we talk about Derek. "You need me, Derek. Admit it."

I don't give him a chance to speak and step up to him, removing his cuffs. Once I free his hands, he doesn't move, just keeps them on my waist and I wrap my arms around his neck. He touches his head to mine and says, "You have no idea how much I need you. I need you to control myself. You're my anchor, Sarah McCall."

"I thought your anchor was anger." I tease him playfully. He kisses my head. "That was before I met you."

"Can you two stop? I don't wanna vomit here." Scott says from behind me. "Derek, we need to talk to you. About Peter."

I try to move away but he holds my hand. "Derek, you cannot support Peter. You cannot be with him." I warn.

"If he's going to kill the Argents, I will." He says firmly.

"I'm not going to let you kill Allison!" Scott shouts at the top of his voice. "What is wrong with you, Scott?" Derek snarls at him exasperatedly, "She is from a family of hunters! Do you know what hunters do? They. Kill. Us. You're not in love, Scott! You're 16 years old!"

I flinch at his loud voice and he gives me an apologetic look. It feels like he's trying to explain that to himself other than Scott.

Scott is comtemplating and looks confused. "What if I told you, Peter was the one who killed your sister to become the Alpha?"

There is a shift in the air. I can feel it even without the wolfish senses. Derek's demeanour changes, and his eyes get darker till the shine into a vibrant blue.

"Derek," I whisper to him, "Calm down." The blue fades from his eyes but he still looks angry.

After we escape from there, I first take Derek to his loft to take a look at his injuries. Most of them are healed, but not all of them.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you." He says quietly as I patch up one of his injuries. "I know you were just looking out for me."

"Looking out for you is an understatement. I had gone mad with worry." I snort.

"I'm sorry." He says again. I don't reply.

After he's all patched up, we start thinking of a plan to catch Peter.

"Wait, you're not accompanying us, are you?" Derek asks me, wide-eyed.

"Of course I am. You idiots will mess everything up without me." I say promptly.

"Sweetheart, you probably don't want to hear this, but-" Derek sighs, "It's too risky. Peter won't stop at anything to get what he wants."

"And I will remain careful." I assure him. "You don't have to babysit me, Derek. I can take care of myself."

"I know," he hugs me, "I'm just worried about you. You're one of those few people I actually care for."

"How much do you care for me, hmm?" I tease him as we separate. "This much?" I hold my fingers with a little gap in them. "This much?" I widen the gap. "Or this much?" I hold my arms apart, gesturing to the space between them.

"This much." He says and his lips crash down on mine. I've never kissed him before, and kissing him feels surreal. He kisses me passionately and lovingly, like his entire world is me. I kiss him back with all the care and passion I've felt for him since the day I first saw him near the Hale house.

It feels like his lips are made for mine, and I sink into the kiss as I rejoice the feeling of us being together.

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