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[delilahsturniolo]

— 𝜗ৎ lunch . . . m.s

in which . . . matt loves tasting you

warnings . . . smut, unprotected sex, oral, (fem!recieving) pet names, dirty talk, making out, boob play, fingering, multiple orgasms, matt the munch, face sitting, kissing.

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HIT ME HARD AND SOFT WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #2

matt approaches you with a predatory grace, his eyes locked on yours, dark and intense. "been waitin’ all day to taste you sweetheart," he whispers, his voice a sultry promise that makes your heart skip a beat. he leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more.

your fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it impatiently. he doesn't resist, pulling it off in a swift movement, revealing the hard planes of his chest. you trace the contours of his muscles with a trembling hand, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. his breath hitches at your touch, a primal growl escaping his lips.

matt captures your lips again, this time with a fierce intensity that sets your senses ablaze. his tongue delves into your mouth, exploring every inch with a possessive hunger. you moan into the kiss, your body responding to his every move with an eager desire.

he breaks the kiss, trailing his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses. each touch sends jolts of pleasure straight to your core. his hands roam over your body, kneading and squeezing your breasts, making you arch into his touch.

his mouth latches onto a nipple, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud until it stands stiff with arousal. you can't help but arch your back, offering yourself to him. he shifts his attention to the other breast, his free hand sliding down your body to rest between your thighs.

"so wet," he groans, his fingers rubbing against your drenched folds. "i need to taste you." the need in his voice mirrors the ache building within you. with a swift movement, he strips you of your panties, exposing you to his ravenous gaze. his eyes darken as he drinks in the sight of your glistening cunt. "beautiful," he murmurs before descending upon you like a man starved.

his tongue flicks over your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. you can't hold back the moans that spill from your lips, each one a symphony of desire. his fingers slide into your heat, curling and stroking your inner walls. the sensations are overwhelming, the combination of his mouth and fingers working in tandem has you teetering on the edge.

"cum f’me," he commands, his voice a muffled husky whisper against your core. and just like that, your climax hits you with the force of a tidal wave, dragging a loud cry from your throat as you clench around his fingers. he laps up every drop of your pleasure, prolonging your orgasm until you're a quivering mess beneath him.

as you come down from your high, he rises above you, his lips glistening with your essence. "now it's my turn," he growls, unfastening his jeans and freeing his throbbing member. you watch with rapt attention as he strokes himself, pre-cum glistening at the tip.

he positions himself at your entrance, rubbing his cock against your slick folds. "you gonna take my cock pretty girl?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. you nod eagerly, desperate to be filled by him. with a firm thrust, he enters you, stretching you deliciously.

you gasp at the sensation, feeling him hit every spot inside you. he begins to move, each thrust a perfect blend of power and finesse. his hand finds its way to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. the dual stimulation sends you spiraling into another climax, clenching around him as you cry out his name.

the tightness of your walls triggers his own release. he spills inside you with a loud groan, his body jerking as he empties himself. he collapses on top of you, both of you panting and spent, covered in a sheen of sweat.

he pulls out slowly, causing a new wave of aftershocks to ripple through you. without a word, he reaches out and gently cups your face in his hands. his touch is warm, reassuring, and it sends a cascade of emotions swirling within you. his thumb strokes your cheekbone, a soft, tender caress that makes your heart flutter.

he leans in closer, his breath mingling with yours. you can smell the faint scent of his cologne, a mix of wood and spice that you find intoxicating. his lips brush against yours, a feather-light touch that leaves you yearning for more. the first real kiss comes as a shock, a jolt of electricity that runs straight to your core. his lips are soft, yet firm, moving against yours with a rhythm that's both familiar and new. it's a kiss that speaks of longing as his tongue dances against yours

as the kiss deepens, his hands slide down to your shoulders, pulling you closer. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, the firmness of his chest against yours. his tongue seeks entrance, and you grant it willingly. his hands roam your back, tracing the curve of your spine, before settling on your hips. he pulls you against him, and you can't help but moan at the feeling.

“we are done yet, sweetheart.” matt says, rolling over to lay down as you began to sit up, still in euphoria from the orgasms you had. "come on, baby. sit on my face." his voice is dripping with desire, and it sends a surge of excitement through your body.

you move to straddle his head. as you lower yourself down onto his face, you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. his mouth is so warm and wet, his tongue immediately starting to work its magic. he's licking and sucking at your most sensitive area, and it's driving you wild. you start to grind against his face, feeling the pleasure building inside you. you can't believe how good this all feels, the way his tongue is moving, the way his nose is brushing against you. it's all so much, so overwhelming…yet so good.

"fuck," you moan, your hands finding purchase in the sheets as you move against him. his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you in place as he devours you. you can feel the orgasm building, getting closer and closer. then, suddenly, you're cumming. hard. the pleasure crashes over you like a wave, sending sparks of electricity through your body. you're moaning and writhing against him, completely lost in the sensation.

as the pleasure starts to subside, you move off of his face, collapsing onto the bed beside him. he turns to look at you, a satisfied smirk on his face. "that was hot," he says, reaching out to brush a strand of hair out of your face. his chin is dripping with your cum. you smile up at him, feeling completely spent but also extremely satisfied. you smile snuggling up against him. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the two of you slowly drifted off together.

© delilahsturniolo

💌: i put all my pussy power into this hope you like it

[xoxoavenger]

Hi, I saw your post about wanting some bycky requests I may have one.

Could you please write some Bucky x Fem!Reader where the reader is Tony's daughter? You can choose the plot, I kinda like imagining her being a cop or something like that tho

Feel free to ignore if you don't like it ♡

thank you for getting the ball rolling! I always have reader be adopted, just to have the story be more inclusive (and also to help make the age gap less crazy lol) and I also made reader a SWORD agent instead to fit the storyline, but this helped so much, thank you!

Win

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Stark!Reader

summary: Bucky's running for Congress, and he needs a win to help make some change. Y/N's just trying to support him the best she can.

word count: 2799

warnings: reader is adopted, age gap (MCU is in 2027 everyone so by my math reader is like late 30s, Bucky is mid-fourties, but you can imagine it however you want there's no specifics), if you're new here reader calls Bucky 'James' bc i like that and think it's cute, Bucky has some issues, written pre-Thunderbolts movie release so there could be some future inaccuracies

masterlist

Bucky knew he could never actually retire.

It was a nice thought, but in practice he hated how fucked the world was, how much he seemed like part of the the problem. It's why he's running for Congress, so he can make a difference in a way that doesn't have anything to do with violence.

He's in a deep in paperwork when she walks in, pantsuit ironed to perfection and a folder of papers he's sure are for him in her arms.

"Mr. Barnes," She smiles, and Bucky's never been more happy to see her. "I've brought some papers from Media, most of them about you smiling more. I told them you shouldn't lie before you've even gotten into office, but they refused to see how smiling could be this big of a problem. So clearly, they don't know you very well." Y/N Stark is a ray sunshine in Bucky's office, and he doesn't know how he got her.

SWORD agent Y/N Stark, adopted by Tony Stark after Nat saved her from the Black Widow program just before meeting Tony in 2008 while she was in Budapest, believing that Y/N had been the last of the Red Room. Y/N had been just 16, and Natasha wasn't in the greatest place to be a guardian. To be fair, neither was Tony, but at least she also had Pepper. Y/N changed her last name before she turned 18, since her parents had given her up as a baby and she didn't like her past defining her. Bucky had first met her when fighting at the airport in 2016, and after they went into hiding Bucky had talked Steve into sending Y/N a package just like Tony had gotten, and she had called. They began dating in secret, as she helped SHEILD rebuild itself as SWORD, and was granted entrance into Wakanda to visit him as he healed from the trigger words. They were finally getting back to where they had been before the snap, when Bucky had disappeared and Y/N had lived five years in grief.

But now Bucky was trying to figure out how to get her to retire and work with him, because he thinks a change might be exactly what he needs to make him feel better. The more he learns about politics, the more he doesn't know how to make the change he wants to.

"Well," Bucky leans back in his seat, stretching his back. He's been sitting all day, a harsh change from his life before, but he honestly likes it. It feels nice to not be conditioned to fight at every second, to be able to relax even just a little bit. "I hope you told them I'm not doing that." He says lowly, and his fiancé rolls her eyes with large grin.

"How did I end up with a hundred and three year old grump?" She asks, walking all the way in and dropping the papers on his desk. Bucky reaches up and pulls her into his lap, pushing her jacket back because he loves to see the leather vest she wears that holsters her gun over the white button up blouse.

"It's actually a hundred and ten." He says. He knows that she knows this, that she knows his actual birthday even if everyone likes to pretend that he wasn't frozen and used by HYDRA for years which makes him actually in his late thirties, maybe early forties.

"Ugh, old man." She says, but her smile is painted on, almost like the opposite of her.

"You love it." He leans his mouth up, and she leans down to give him a quick kiss. This isn't enough for him, and he leans back in to chase her lips.

"James, people actually work in this office. They don't want to see a couple macking in the middle of the day." She says as she gets off his lap, which makes Bucky upset.

"Macking?" He questions, because she's always using these words that he has no idea what they mean.

"Come on, grab your papers and let's go." She doesn't explain the word, instead holding out a hand that Bucky only grabs onto, not letting her pull him up and out of his seat.

"I can't leave yet." He wants to, he really does, but he has so much work to do. The election is coming up faster and faster, and he feels his opportunity to change things slipping through his fingers.

"James," She whispers, yanking on him to no avail. She frowns, and he wishes for a moment that he could just stop everything and go home with her.

"I can't lose." He tells her softly, and she just nods, even though she doesn't fully understand.

"Okay." She lets her hand slip out of his, and Bucky wishes that he could go back to those nights they spent in Wakanda. They were so unrushed, so calm. "I'll see you at home, then." She calls over her shoulder as she exits the room, a smile on her face even though he can hear the hurt in her voice.

"I'll bring dinner." He says, knowing that he always drives past her favorite restaurant. He needs to make it up to her, but she's shaking her head with her lips tight.

"I won't count on it. Maybe we can go out to dinner on the weekend." She says, and he nods in understanding. He's late to get home a lot, but this is important to him. Doing this without Steve, without Y/N's name or money, it's almost like he has to prove that he can make it in society.

"I love you," He says, and when she responds he turns back to his work. It's the last thing he wants to do, but he refuses Y/N's offers to get him a full team with a full New York office. He's going to do this on his own.

He can do this.

~

When Bucky loses the election, he wishes he could say that he saw it coming.

He knew about the people calling him unfit, knew about how a lot of people thought he was emotionally unstable despite his record of therapy. The people who never forgave him for his crimes, the ones that he was under mind control for, the ones he doesn't even remember committing. But for a second, he thought that they could look past that and see the good he was trying to do. Y/N calls as soon as the news is announced, but Bucky is already packing his shit up and leaving the the office.

When she gets home, his metal arm is disconnected from his body and hidden away somewhere. In his right hand, he has a stiff drink, and he's staring at the tv, on a low volume but playing the news.

"James," She whispers, slipping her shoes off and walking over to him. "I'm so sorry, babe." She tells him, walking onto his couch and folding a leg under her as she puts a hand on his shoulder.

"I wanted to do something." He says, eyes glassy. He doesn't even look at her, but he's not really looking at the TV anymore. "Ever since I fell off that train 1945, my life hasn't felt like my own. I haven't done anything to help anyone. All I've done is watch my own life pass before my eyes, watch the families of people I killed," A tear falls, and his face scrunches as tries to hold it in.

"You helped save the world." She says, not mentioning the fact that Bucky doesn't seem to think that she was a good thing. He's clearly in a dark place right now, and her bringing herself up isn't going to help anything. All these comments from people who have nothing better but to hid behind a screen have him slipping back to before he went to therapy, and Y/N hates this. "You saved those hostages when everything was going down with the Flagsmashers. You are a good man. You have done good things. You can't let these people who think they know your past get into your head."

"I just feel so helpless." He finally looks at her, and her heart breaks. "I saved the world, but did I really make a difference? I didn't sacrifice myself like your dad did. I can't lift Thor's hammer like Steve. I'm not Captain fucking America. I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could do this one thing. This one fucking small act. But my life doesn't change. I can't be the White Wolf, because I'm already the Winter Solider." His voice cracks, and Y/N pulls him into her arms. She wishes people could see Bucky Barnes the way she does, the way he loves, the way he cares.

"You would have made a great Congressman." She tells him honestly, pushing some of the long hair he's been growing out away from his face. "And I'm proud of you for trying. We'll find a way to get you to make a difference the way you want to. This wasn't your path, but that doesn't mean that you aren't destined for change." He smiles through his tears, and they share a chaste kiss before Y/N helps him to the shower.

~

Three weeks later, Y/N wishes she could say she was surprised when she sees Bucky standing in the middle of New York, staring at the Void that Y/N had been sent out to collect data on.

"James?" Y/N screams over the wind, and Bucky's eyes widen. Even if he didn't hear her voice, he would have known because she's the only one that calls him by his first name. She's done it since they met, and every time he asks why she just laughs and doesn't answer the question.

"Oh, fuck." He mutters, causing everyone to look over at him.

"What?" Alexi asks loudly, never one for subtlety.

"What on God's green earth do you think you're doing here?" She asks, walking up to Bucky. She feels the need to slap her fiancé, hit him with the new ring he got her, but she controls herself.

"Y/N," Bucky starts, turning around and looking at her. The metal arm is reattached, his tactical suit on. When she left his morning he was still asleep, but she did know that something was different lately. This problem they were having with a super human who had insanely terrifying void powers, and they had basically no information about them. She had been so busy that she didn't have time to figure out why Bucky was acting different; she naively assumed that he was healing after his loss. He walks closer to her, trying to keep their conversation private.

"I swear," She looks beyond mad, and Bucky knows everyone is watching them. "I have too many thoughts right now to fully articulate how I'm feeling." She tells him, and he knows he deserves this.

"I meant to tell you," He truly did, but he just never felt like there was enough time. This was conversation that required more tact than he thought he had at the moment. It's not that he was trying to lie to his fiancé, but he knew he wasn't actively telling the truth.

"Are you gonna introduce me to your new friends?" She asks sarcastically, waving at them all around Bucky's body. She recognizes Natasha's sister, Yelena, but that's about it. As she scans the rest of the group, however, she sees another face. "Oh, you've gotta be shitting me." She says, watching John realize that she's locked in on him.

"No, no, no, Y/N, please, just let me explain," He grabs her around the waist when she starts to march over to him, because while he would never underestimate her he also knows that John is a different person with the serum in him.

"John fucking Walker, James? Really?" She yells, loud over the quiet, deserted street.

"James?" Yelena repeats with a small smile, and Y/N turns her murderous glare to the ex-Black Widow.

"Who the fuck are you people?" She asks, letting Bucky turn so he's facing the team and on Y/N's side.

"We're the Thunderbolts!" A large Russian man in a red yells, smiling widely. Y/N blinks, then looks at Bucky.

"That's not our name." He says to her, as if that actually matters.

"Oh my God," She whispers, because she's not sure what's actually going on anymore.

"I am Yelena. We've heard a lot about you, Y/N Stark." Yelena says with a smirk, and Y/N forces a tight smile. She puts emphasis on the last name, because even though they only knew each other briefly, Y/N had met Yelena in the Red Room once or twice.

"Thanks for the introduction. As for the rest of you, except off brand stars and stripes over here, could you please tell me what this is?" She asks, because she figures her fiancé isn't going to tell her now.

"We're a team." A girl in a completely grey suit says.

"Like the Avengers!" The man in the red suit yells, and Y/N turns to Bucky.

"No." He disagrees, and she just nods, eyes closed. "I swear to you, Y/N, I have tried to tell you, but I didn't know if you'd understand. I just, I needed to do something." And she gets it. She knows that he's been having this issue, and she knows it had to have been hard for him to tell her.

"I'm still mad at you." She says with a sigh.

"I know." He smiles, putting a hand on her back and pulling her forward to kiss her forehead. "Now, you should get out of here. We can take care of this." He gestures to the giant Void that was looming in the distance.

"I have to do my job, James, I can't just,"

"You can join us!" Red suit says once more, and Bucky turns to glare at him before Y/N can say anything. She jumps in, not wanting to deal with the threat that is probably going to come out of Bucky's mouth.

"I have a job. But this seems like such a great group." She says sarcastically, aiming it at John, who scowls.

"I am not that bad." He argues, and Bucky has to grab her arm to ensure she won't jump him.

"I don't think anyone has lost a job faster than you fucked up being Captain America, you absolute shit stick." She tells him, which clearly strikes a nerve.

"You wanna talk about losing Captain America? Are we sure Bucky here was your first choice?" John has that smirk that Y/N wants to slap right off his face, but she's not sure he wouldn't kill me.

"Are you kidding me?" Yelena yells over them, and Y/N knows she should feel like a scolded child, but she just feels rage at John Walker. "There's a goddamn Void behind us that is eating people, and you two are fighting over the fact that he annoys you?" She looks at Y/N, who is somehow even more angry

"Yelena, I don't know if you're mad at me because N,-" Bucky is placing his right hand over her mouth, knowing exactly what Y/N was about to say and how she was going to single handedly take this team down. Everyone was very volatile, and he knew that the slightest thing could set them off.

"Please, just let me handle this? I'll see you at home." He is not above begging, and he knows he has to in order to get her home.

"I was sent here for a reason." She argues, because she's not gonna let her man stop her from doing her job.

"By the time you get what you need, we'll have taken care of this. So just go home,"

"Do not tell me-"

"Y/N, please." He finally looks at her with big eyes, and she is trying to hold her ground.

"This is my job, James. Ya know, the job that pays for our apartment." She's not mad anymore, because she knows Bucky just wants to protect her. But she won't back down without a fight.

"What if I pick up dinner?" He sweetens the pot, and she sighs.

"If you're late, Barnes," She threatens, leaning up to kiss him. He smiles at his win.

"I won't be." He has no way of knowing if he'll be late or not, they both know this, but it's the thought that counts. She gives him one more kiss and then walks away, listening to the conversation between the Thunderbolts.

"Who woulda thought Bucky had a sugar mommy." John says, and while Y/N can't see it, she hears Bucky's fist meet his face and Yelena's laugh.

"You deserved that." The Russian man says, and Y/N couldn't agree more. 

//

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[loserabby]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚.     𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ᵎᵎ     i ask that everyone who follows or interacts with my work have their age in bio or i block. i try to tag my writing with the appropriate warnings and tags, please check before interacting as to not potentially get triggered or icked out. i don't write rpf.    [ border credit ]

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✧ = nsfw

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 | mainly game, some show influence

‧₊˚ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ . 𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 ᵎᵎ

✧ can you read my mind? i've been watching you | mom!abby x teacher!reader one-shot > abby anderson is in trouble, and it's all her son's cute daycare teacher's fault — at least, that's what she tells herself each time you make her heart pound in her chest. she doesn't even know if you like women but the more time you both spend together, dancing around the edge of something, the more she wonders; is she the only one whose interested or is there something here?

headcanons

abby taking you to the carnival | loser!abby headcanons

alpha!abby | werewolf!abby headcanons

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐋 | mainly mcu

‧₊˚ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ . 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 ᵎᵎ

✧ illusions | bucky x f!avenger one-shot > bucky's new to the tower and gets lost, he tries to find the reader for help but finds something else entirely.

✧ teasing | dad's best friend!bucky one-shot > the weather is bad and your dad, whose been picking you up after late shifts, is out of town so he's sent his best friend bucky to take his little girl home. who is bucky to refuse?

one single thread of gold (tied me to you) | soulmate!bucky one-shot > on your sixteenth birthday, the first words your soulmate will speak to you appear on your wrist. in a world where it's quite common to get a simple 'hi, what can i get you' or common phrases, you've managed to get their name. that doesn't make it easier to find him.

✧ the best gift | sub!bucky one-shot > there's nothing more your devoted boyfriend wants than to truly worship you and your body on your birthday, but you've got exactly the opposite plans. after all, it's your birthday and what birthday girl wants, birthday girl gets.

headcanons

(tied me to you) | soulmate!bucky > headcanons about bucky in this fic

‧₊˚ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ . 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 ᵎᵎ

✧ scientific mishaps | pre-serum/serum-reversal!steve > steve's physique is altered for a limited time period, leading the reader to realise how fucking sexy she finds steve in all forms. they've always been flirty, but now he's even more reactive and you can't help but try and tease him more.

✧ morning light | post-serum/post serum-reversal!steve > you wake in the comfort of steve's arms, following your previous escapades the night before, and slow lazy making out as you both explore each other in the comfort of the early morning quickly turns passionate. (scientific mishaps p2)

i don't ever wanna leave (i'll watch you sleep) | domestic!steve > inspired by girl in red's watch you sleep, domestic morning fluff

headcanons

✧ overstimulation + art | artist!steve headcanon

‧₊˚ ⋅𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ . 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 ᵎᵎ

✧ president's pet | president!loki laufeyson headcanon > you find yourself at the end of time, sent to the void by the tva. you survive so long before you're captured by loki's raiders and brought before him.

✧ roommate!pietro | messy hate-sex with your roommate and secret fwb!pietro after your other roommate and his sister leaves the apartment headcanon

.𖥔 ݁ ˖˚. 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | random fandoms/chars

man v cat | jake jensen headcanon > headcanons that jake jensen (chris evans) is allergic to cats but his niece has one named mr wiggles whose got it out for him.

[nyx-fey]

Was trying to finish a TFP fic, when Keferon's apocalyptic ponyo au absolutely full-body possessed me. Ended up writing about dratchet instead lol

https://www.tumblr.com/keferon/777869602801795072/alright-hear-me-out-ratchet-as-a-steller-sea-lion?source=share

(I know Gemma Inkyboots on Ao3 already has a couple (really, really good- you should read them if you haven't already) fics on apocalyptic ponyo dratchet, so in the effort of staying unique I'm focusing on the au's pre-dratchet backstory. There's not gonna be much, if any romance, and a lot of angst.)

Also trigger warning just in case, the injuries that Ratchet sustains in this AU are really, really bad. I'm not sure if the way I described it here was enough to quantify straight up body horror, but it is a bit visceral. Probably don't read if that wigs you out.

(also this is my first time posting anything I've written here pretty please be patient if I've done some sort of faux pas, just let me know and I'll try to fix it)

In The Poachers Net

Ch.1

His body was on fire.

Patient has multiple deep lacerations, is hemorrhaging from the superficial palmer vein, tarsal plexus, and median arteries. Serious blood loss. Possible bacteria introduction from unclean blades. High risk of infection.

Salt from the sea seared against his open wounds. Every movement, every tiny flinch sent lancing pain through the fibers of his body. He couldn't stop, he couldn't get away from it, he couldn't escape-

Multiple traumatic muscle strains, ranging from grade II tears, to complete ruptures. Especially along the right and left supraspinatus tendons, and the right and left rotator cuffs. Complete ruptures of both the flexor hallucis, and flexor digitorum.

He. He was sinking. He was sinking too fast. He couldn't swim, couldn't get back up. He couldn't get away from the boats. He couldn't get away from them.

Luxation of both glenohumeral joints, and Subluxation of left pelvic girdle joint. Compound fractures on both the left and right humerus, with further greenstick and comminuted fractures on the right humerus. Possible impact fractures across multiple lumbar vertebrae, further examination required before treatment can proceed.

Away away he needs to get away. He needs to escape. HE NEEDED TO SWIM.

Amp. Amputation-

He could just make out the surface, through the shadows of the ships and the mud kicked up from the nets and anchors and hooks. The light of a distant sunset just barely breaking across the waves.

It was red with blood.

Patient is experiencing tachycardia, and oncoming hypothermia . Hemorrhagic shock highly likely, if not already ongoing.

He couldn't reach it. He hadn't taken a breath before they'd dropped him back into the ocean, too caught up in the confusion and ropes and pain, god so much pain.

It is impossible to know at this time if the patient's confusion and dizziness is caused by shock, panic, or hypoxemia.

He needed to breathe, he needed air. His lungs already hurt from screaming, and he'd probably swallowed some sea water in his panicked drop. But the light from the surface was so far away, and it was only getting farther. His arms weren't strong enough on their own to lift him to the surface, not over the weight of his tail-

His tail-

He wasn't. He wasn't going to make it. Every desperate push was only working to burn through what little oxygen he had left. He couldn't call for help. Not anymore, not with no air, and a ragged voice. He wouldn't want it to come anyway, if someone else got caught up in this blood bath because they were trying to save him-

Please someone, anyone save him-

Patient has begun experiencing symptoms of hypercapnia, exacerbated by an acute stress response and physical exertion. Submersion injuries expected.

He could hear his heartbeat, ringing deep within his ears, but he couldn't tell if it was too slow or too fast anymore; His count kept getting lost in that distant red, and faint thumping of the waves. The shadows from the boats overhead were blurring together, growing into a large inescapable mass that blocked out the sun.

The pain was starting to fade, everything was getting colder.

His lungs burned.

You are going to die.

Ratchet tried desperately to steer his thoughts towards home. He wanted, more than anything, for his last moments to be spent remembering family and laughter and safety and warmth.

But all he could think about as his vision clouded over was the cold creeping dread of feeling another poachers' net wrap around his form, dragging his dead weight right back into hell.

The last thing Ratchet saw before everything went dark was a blinding light, and the color gold.

[the-music-maniac]

Why is the daddy dom characterization so common with pre-nibelheim Sephiroth in fanfics. Does that look like a man who knows how to fuck, to you?

If someone does anything sexy in front of him, he would give them the Seph equivalent of a frog blink. That man is tired.

Lol jokes aside, I suspect for someone who has had his bodily autonomy dictated by lab techs and Hojo for the entirety of his life, he wouldn't be raring to have one night stands with complete strangers in his free time. Sure you could argue that sexual intercourse would be a way to regain a little control of autonomy, but I don't think it's likely when it would be with strangers that - not only never sees Sephiroth as anything but the famed legend (an image he doesn't like btw) which is likely accompanied by unwanted expectations of what he's like in bed, but complete strangers that could've also been sent to like. Assassinate the most important asset that Shinra has?

My point being that I don't think Sephiroth really had any safe space to explore what he likes for something like sex - and since it isn't necessary for his duty as a soldier, and may even count as unwanted distraction and vulnerability - Sephiroth likely discarded any interest in it entirely. That is, if he had any interest at all in the first place. You could also assume he could explore it with people he IS close with (ex. Angeal, Genesis etc.) but in those scenarios he wouldn't exactly know off the bat what he likes, or be self assured in any sense.

Trigger Warning (implication of SA/dubious consent): Of course you could also explore the darker side of this, which is that Sephiroth has experience because he didn't have a say in it, bc the company used him/trained him as an asset in this aspect as well. Which is an entirely different discussion to be had, so I won't go into it any further here.

And I think despite the suggestive shit that post-nibelheim Seph says to Cloud, his mind is not on anything sexual in actuality. He's likely aware of the effect flirtation and innuendo can have on people - disgust or interest or whatever would distract an opponent. Or he's just entirely unaware of - or does not care how else his words can be taken. He's a drama queen, but his goals have been pretty clear post insanity, and they have nothing to do with something as mundane as sex. So his demeanour after Jenova isn't that applicable (also we know that square Enix was like heehee we figured you would like this dialogue, so there is also that).

Basically, while I understand Sephiroth is a cool character for exploring fantasies (valid, go ham) - in terms of if you're trying to be accurate to canon characterizations, fics where he's written as a suave dom/top gets a bit of a question mark from me??

I feel like what makes more sense for ships involving pre-nibelheim Seph (including those sefikura time travel fixits that I'm mildly obsessed with) would be uncertainty. Here is finally someone who he actually feels safe to explore this aspect with, and it's natural for exploration to involve stumbles. And I don't think Seph would rule out submission or bottoming as an option in regards to himself either. Or switching/versatility. As someone trained to be objective or logical when tackling anything really - he would probably go about it methodically. So why not try it all to gather data?

What his and his partners' eventual preferences are gonna be is author's choice of course lmao

Also a disclaimer before I end it here - this post is purely because I find discussion on this interesting. If you disagree, or just wanna write what you wanna see, definitely do that and disregard what I've said. Fanfic is supposed to be self indulgent, so who gives a shit what other people think.

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Quarry - COMPLETE

Din Djarin is on what he expects to be his last bounty hunt for Greef Karga. However, after capturing a wanted starship engineer who would rather go anywhere other than “home,” the Mandalorian is forced to reassess his priorities. Your taste of freedom had been brief but glorious. Now you are a prisoner of the most infamous bounty hunter in the Outer Rim – it’s only a matter of time before he turns you in. There isn’t much you would not do to keep from being sent home, but as you find yourself growing closer to your captor and his strange little companion, you start to wonder whether escape is really what you want. Set immediately following Chapter 13: The Jedi.

I'd Like To - COMPLETE

Din has always struggled to prioritize his own happiness, even more so now that he is a single father. When some well-meaning friends create a dating app profile for him without his knowledge, he finds himself on his first date in years with a woman who seems determined to bring some much-needed softness to his life. Written for @hellishjoel's Hot DILF Summer Challenge

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After getting laid off from your job, you are forced to move back in with your parents until you can get back on your feet. You can't help but feel like you have started your life over again at square one, but when your dad's best friend offers his help in the form of a job at his burgeoning construction business, you learn that maybe there is more than one path to the life of your dreams. DBF!Joel Miller x OFC ("Reader" Format Second-Person POV)

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since i'm going to actually post stuff here, bc i'm too lazy to make an alt, i may as well make a masterlist/pinned post. i am but a simple man that writes gay shit sometimes when i'm not swamped w uni work :3

i mainly write pedro pascal characters and game!joel miller but that might change who knows. i am currently studying spanish so that may be present but i am by no means proficient, critique is desired. i write just about anything and can write about triggering subjects so heed the tags and warnings please <3

stuff posted here + darker stuff i don't want on here -> ao3

if u ever have javier peña angst (or anything pedro related) u want written, send me an ask!! (i have no limits but if i don't wanna write something i just won't lol)

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javier peña🧸ྀི

"but i meant to" series (ongoing)

colombia is not the only ghost that haunts javier. a non-chronological series (i'll order them in the masterlist) of pure javier angst. it's one sided stavier, mainly focusing on javier. heavy TW for this one, read the tags!!

♡︎ mile high - MDNI male reader drabble

♡︎ late night at the precinct - MDNI male reader oneshot for toomanystoriessolittletime's fucking with a view challenge <3

joel miller🧸ྀི

ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 feral joel miller series ཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 (ongoing)

you find a man, alone, far beyond the walls of the boston qz. you think he might be infected but quickly you realise this man is feral; or, joel has spent the last 20 years living in the wilderness in untouched isolation, until you find him.

♡︎ mating season - MDNI DDDNE gn reader oneshot (part 2 coming eventually <3)

♡︎ mating season drabble - MDNI DDDNE

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♡︎ be a good boy - MDNI male reader oneshot for mushgloomz's ppcusmutchallange <3

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♡︎ a fitting punishment - MDNI male reader oneshot for mushgloomz's ppcusmutchallenge <3

dio morrissey🧸ྀི

♡︎ open wounds - MDNI TW solo dio

♡︎ well i get what i deserve - TW solo dio

♡︎ the rise and fall of my salvation - TW solo dio

marcus moreno🧸ྀི

♡︎ outlook good - MDNI male reader oneshot for clubsoft's hyetto? writing challenge <3

tito cabassa🧸ྀི

♡︎ ultraviolence - MDNI gn reader oneshot from an rp

paulino🧸ྀི

♡︎ porque te quiero - MDNI male reader oneshot for mandaloriankait's ppcupride writing challenge <3

pedrito pairings🧸ྀི

── .✦relationships

♡︎ tboy shots (gone gay) - MDNI trans dio morrissey x trans eddie from buffy

♡︎ chupa mi verga- not his - MDNI javier peña x m reader x joel miller

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♡︎ "when it's your turn..." - javier peña, joel miller, and tommy miller

oneshot series🧸ྀི

🏳️‍🌈 pride month series

kinktober (coming october)

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♡︎ pre-cannes pleasure - MDNI male reader

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♡︎ pedritos as silly shirts i found on pinterest <3

♡︎ ranking of veteran pedritos

♡︎ fits i would do pedro in

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[firstunmannedflyingdeskset]

Sooooo, I've been writing a DPS fanfiction for like 7 years..

I have written over 100 thousand words.

I haven't published any of it anywhere, or to be honest edited it to be in order 🙃 because I write whatever comes to me. But have it all planned.

It's happy and so sad and so found family and it is the love of my life and my solace and it helped me process so much trauma.

Hence why I'm so scared about sharing it that and worrying about people getting invested and then not finishing it for years as it's been 7 and I haven't finished it 🙃

But would people be interested in a pre to post canon story about the implications of Neil's death on all of the poets?

Its very gay, very heartfelt, with Cheeks (Charlie/Meeks) as the main pairing, it is very sad (lots of trigger warnings) and pretty period accurate like treatment of mental illness (which basically every poet have) but I've been a little (and I mean a little) more nice about gay people than the 1950s would 😅

But it also soars like I love it

Sorry, I'm rambling and not showing that I'm a good writer, I swear I am!! I'm just so passionate about it. So would people read it is basically my question.

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intro post 👋🏼

Hiii everyone welcome to my blog!!. If you don't know me I used to have an account on here ( @mrsjones17 ) unfortunately I lost the login details so I couldn't get back in 😞. However I've started a new account so I can continue posting and writing for you!! 😅

who I write for : at the moment I'll be writing for Trent Alexander-Arnold & Curtis Jones. ( unless youd like to request for any other lfc players lmk ) 🩶

REQUESTS ARE OPEN 🙏🏼

themes : fluff , smut , angst etc.

different writing styles ✍️🏼 : blurbs , one shots , instagram AU.

All stories and writing will be written in y/n unless requested otherwise. Pre warning ⚠️ I haven't wrote anything in a while and before any post there shall be TW incase anything triggering has been mentioned!!

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Before the Beginning (part 1.5.)

Part 1.1. | Part 1.2. | Part 1.3. | Part 1.4. |

Part 2.1. | Part 2.2. | Part 2.3. | Part 2.4. |

In this post, I'm going to wrap part 1 up and I won't lie, I'm really nervous. I feel like I've made a tall and wobbly tower of blocks and now I need to make something coherent out of it. Make all this rambling have a point.

Plus, I'll need to talk about Final Fifteen, and that's inherently nerve-wracking.

You say I've already written about it? Whole 9 posts about Metatron's manipulation, picking it apart step by step? Yes, I did. But that's the point - it was about Metatron. I skipped the worst part - the last conversation between Aziraphale and Crowley.

I couldn't avoid it forever. Let's scratch and poke at that wound.

Fair warning though: there won't be any stark revelations. I'm just processing things by writing about them.

Let's start with some facts. These are all hard canon:

Crowley used to be an angel

Aziraphale used to know him back then

They both remember it, at least partly

The Fall transformed Crowley

And these are not canonical facts, but relatively safe guesses:

They don't talk about it

Crowley avoids thinking about it

Aziraphale has no clue how Crowley feels about it

Honestly, it appears that Crowley's pre-Fall identity is more of a taboo for him than the Fall itself. Sure, the Fall is still a sore topic, and he doesn't exactly discuss it, but he is talking about it, if only a little bit, and on some occasions he even brings it up himself. But when his angelic past is mentioned he just refuses to go there. He shuts it down on the spot with no regard for the circumstances.

This exact happened in Final Fifteen, except this time Aziraphale wasn't just pointing out Crowley used to be an angel, he also suggested Crowley may become an angel.

Just look at the dialogue, especially Crowley's responses.

M: (...) it might be considered irregular, but it would certainly be within your jurisdiction to restore your friend, Crowley, to full angelic status. C: He said what? A: He said I could appoint you to be an angel. You could come back to Heaven and... and everything. Like the old times. Only even nicer. C: Right. And you told him just where he could stick it, then? A: Not at all. C: Oh, we're better than that, you're better than that, angel! You don't need them. I certainly don't need them! Look, they asked me back to Hell, I said no. I'm not rejoining their team. Neither should you.

A lot of people pointed out how they were talking past each other the whole scene, not really hearing what the other was saying. I wholeheartedly agree and I think it started right here, with Crowley refusing to acknowledge and address what Aziraphale had said and ever so subtly - most likely unconsciously - steering the conversation away from the topic and into the miscommunication storm.

I mean, just look at what happened. In slow motion.

Metatron offered Aziraphale the job of the supreme archangel.

Aziraphale said No, I don't want to.

Metatron then altered the offer and said if Aziraphale took the job, he could turn Crowley back into an angel.

Problems start here.

S3 may change my mind but right now I am convinced Aziraphale doesn't really understand what the Fall was. He doesn't understand what it was objectively, and he doesn't understand what it means to Crowley personally. This is why Metatron's offer seems so attractive to him. He sees only pros and no cons. He cannot fathom what could be undesirable about it.

Metatron, on the other hand, knows much much more. That's why he feels safe making this seemingly generous offer - he knows it will cost him nothing because Crowley won't take it. Not only that, he knows the mere mention will trigger Crowley, and make him irrational. That in turn will upset and trigger Aziraphale thus making him more vulnerable and easier to manipulate.

Back to the scene.

Aziraphale goes to Crowley and reiterates Metatron's offer to him. He tells him that if he takes it, Crowley can be an angel again.

Now this is the important part. How does Crowley respond to it?

He immediately gets angry. Not amusingly annoyed or endearingly peeved, but properly angry.

And then he goes on a rant about why he and Aziraphale shouldn't rejoin their old sides. And that's... not entirely relevant.

For quite some time I couldn't figure out why Aziraphale's "Well, obviously you said no to Hell, you're the bad guys" didn't upset me as much as it logically should. Sure, I'm Aziraphale's defender and apologist but this line is objectively unfair to Crowley. I should be disappointed and frustrated. So why would I feel like I wanted to agree with it, even though my brain clearly didn't?

Then it finally clicked. It wasn't what Aziraphale said, especially not the "you're the bad guys" part. It was about his tone. I could relate viscerally to how ridiculous he found Crowley's argument to be. Because honestly Crowley, baby, what are you talking about? What do you think you're proving to your angel here? How is the offer you were made to go back to Hell even remotely comparable?

Sure, they appear to be almost the same on the surface. Beelzebub told Crowley he could go back to Hell, and become a Duke. Metatron told Aziraphale he could go back to Heaven and become a Supreme Archangel. But that similarity disappears if - unlike Crowley - you don't conveniently take bits and pieces out of context but look at the whole thing.

Beelzebub's offer was that if Crowley helped them find Gabriel he would be allowed to go back to Hell and become a Duke. Metatron's offer was that if Aziraphale returned to Heaven and became the Supreme Archangel, he would be able to make Crowley an angel.

Rejoining his old side (with a promotion) was meant to be a prize for Crowley, but a price for Aziraphale.

Both of our ineffable spouses love Earth and given the absolute freedom of choice, they would like to live there forever. Preferably undisturbed by any supernatural institution in any way. I don't think anybody doubts that. Leaving Earth and getting involved with their former sides - no matter the rank - was the exact opposite of that, the exact opposite of what either of them wanted.

Crowley was offered that undesirable thing as a reward, so obviously he said no.

Aziraphale was offered that undesirable thing as a part of a package deal which also contained something he perceived as highly desirable, so obviously he considered it.

But Crowley reacted as if Metatron's offer was the same as Beelzebub's offer. As if it was all about Aziraphale being invited back to Heaven. He focuses on trying to convince the angel not to go, on explaining how Heaven isn't good at all, and finally on confessing and offering to run away together. He tries everything except responding to the actual offer and simply saying he doesn't want to be an angel.

I believe the main reason was what I listed among the safe guesses - that it was too difficult to talk or even think about. So he focused on the other part instead. It came easily because (a) anything that wasn't thinking about himself as an angel was great at the moment, and (b) the idea of Aziraphale leaning toward Heaven yet again was something he had strong feelings and opinions about.

Sadly, Aziraphale helped him steer the conversation away from the point with his response. The infamous "you're the bad guys. But Heaven... Well, it's the side of Truth. Of Light. Of Good."

I believe that was a point of no return beyond which the whole situation couldn't be saved. Not right then and there. Not without both of them stepping away and calming down. But somebody made sure they wouldn't be able to do it...

And the worst part is, I don't think there was all that much faith behind Aziraphale's words. I firmly believe he honestly wasn't interested in taking Metatron's offer unless Crowley went with him. But as he got unbalanced he fell into old mental grooves.

If you don't mind, I'll stop here. I neither have it in me to break apart the entire conversation (perhaps I'll face this monster one day but no promises) nor is it necessary for this series of posts.

The point of which - in case you've forgotten, which I, admittedly, made very easy for you - is that (1) Crowley was substantially transformed by the Fall, (2) he does not identify with his past angelic persona and is pretty much unable to think about himself in those terms, (3) Aziraphale severely underestimates the depth of the transformation, (4) has very little knowledge and understanding about Crowley's feelings on the entire matter, and (5) it let him to making a lot of assumptions.

Another thing I am not going to discuss here is what Aziraphale thinks he's offering Crowley. Perhaps the subject will get its turn one day. For now, suffice it to say, that what Aziraphale is offering - or rather what Metatron has offered - is most definitely NOT what Aziraphale believes it to be.

In the opening post, I pointed out that angel!Crowley didn't have any visible serpentine traits (he had brown eyes with regular round irises and he didn't have his sigil/tattoo), and I proposed a theory that it's supposed to hint at a lack of serpentine nature. That Crowley wasn't originally a snake but became one during or after the Fall.

If we look at Aziraphale's offer through these lenses, Crowley's unyielding rejection of it takes on a whole different meaning. It isn't about principles anymore or about Crowley's feelings getting hurt or his worth possibly being questioned. It isn't symbolic. It's very real.

The offer to restore Crowley to full angelic status very likely means a repetition of the Fall - a painful transformation that mangles the spirit and alters parts of a person beyond repair.

The offer to make Crowley an angel may very well mean the eradication of snake!Crowley.

I don't believe Aziraphale understands it.

Crowley couldn't bear thinking about it so he never talked about it.

Thus concludes part 1.

I am very emotionally tired.

Thank you for reading.

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[v3nusxsky]

Hellooooooooo love! I have a prompt idea for an agere fic for you.

Idea: Larissa and r have been dating for a while. They live together, r being an English teacher (an extremely talented and beautiful English teacher). Anywho, it's a Friday and the school is crazy because it'd almost the weekend and that means no teachers and all fun. That morning, r woke up with a headache, like someone who hitting them in the back of their head. They new they needed to regress and Larissa noticed too and suggested it. But, r being the stubborn one she is, refused and got ready for her classes. All throughout the day r's headache kept getting worse and she was so thankful when the bell rang signaling the end of the school day. Just before r was going to leave Larissa showed up, took r's things and they walked back to their rooms together. Once there, r saw that Larissa had gotten everything ready for her. All her stuffies were out, her coloring books and utensils were out. R's favorite stuffy and blanket and sippy were layed out on the bed ready for r. After setting her stuff down Larissa turns to r and tells her it's okay to slip, and she'll be there to take care of her and make sure she is comfortable. R ends up feeling comfortable to slip, and Larissas little bunny comes out. Then, for the rest of the night Larissa and r (bunny) color, eat snacks and drink from her sippy (coke) and watch some TV or movies r likes. At the end of the night they get ready for bed and r snuggles up to Larissa and Larissa just holds her and whispers sweet praises into r's hair as she falls asleep.

I hope this makes sense, love, and obviously, you are free to add anything or take away anything as you see fit. Thank you, darling 😘

Little bunny

*Authors note~more Agere to start getting in the swing of writing and posting. Lots of stuff happening people coming in and out of my life, things changing left right and centre smut will be coming soon I hope I'm just hoping for the courage to post these. These were pre written a few days ago but I haven’t had the confidence to write something new yet*

Trigger warnings~ little r cg Larissa stubbornness headache sickness (vomiting) dizziness

Prompt~see ask^^^^

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Larissa always tells you that you're stubborn. That is just a plain fact yet you refuse to admit it. Living with you for a year and being together for three meant Larissa had got quite good at knowing when you needed to regress. Most of the time your regressing would be triggered by anxiety or trauma dates. And the Friday where classes would happen before parents arrived for parent's weekend was filled with nothing but anxiety and stress. Morticia Addams would be attending and after the last time it was safe to say the weekend would be anything but enjoyable.

Larissa knew that when you woke up you had a headache, the way you squinted at the slither of light entering the room, or the way you scrunched your nose up in defeat. The small yet pained whimper you let free was the final clue. Yet you still insisted on pretending you were fine and you'd carry out your classes like nothing was wrong despite the sensation of being beaten with a bat. So you picked up your chosen books for todays lessons which were all based on Shakespearean Tragedies such as Romeo and Juliet and Macbeth and headed to your classroom with a kiss to your lover. You'd be fine, you had to be. Slipping here and now would be inappropriate.

As the day trickled on, your headache grew to the point it was throbbing as if you were being repeatedly beaten with a spiked baseball bat. But you'd pushed on despite the anxiety induced dizziness and sickness the headache was bringing on. Larissa must have had a sixth sense with you as she ended up in your classroom at the end of the day to see you leant over the trash can as a particular bout of dizziness which left you feeling rather sick. At least this time all you that happened was a feeling. Somehow, you and Larissa silently made your way to your joint bedroom where you were met with the sight of your stuffies lining the bed, colouring books pens and pencils laid out on the bed along with your favourite bunny blanket and sippy cup.

Tears sprang into your eyes at the thoughtfulness your lover showed and even when she turned to face you, taking the items from your hands to cup your cheek, "go ahead darling it's all for you. I'll be right here with you okay?" She murmured before placing a sweet kiss to your forehead. Being in her arms and cared for in such a gentle way had you finally giving into your regression. "Hello little bunny" she murmured causing you to giggle and blow kisses to the blonde. "Mommaaaaaa" you giggled happily as the blonde kissed all over your face, enjoying seeing you pain free for the first time all day. "That's right bunny. Momma got your colours out little darling shall we?" She put on her formal accent which caused you to giggle even more and nodded.

You happily sat with the blonde colouring together, you doing your best to focus your little mind on staying in the lines and Larissa allowing a few moments of relaxation from her stressful week while watching you. Only when you flushed a bright red colour from embarrassment at your stomach making noises. "Food time for my bunny baby" she informed and you pouted, "sippy momma?" A quick pointed look from your momma had a "Pwease" tumbling from your lips following your request. "Water bunny?"

"No!" You stomped your foot before you even realised what your done. "Coke Pwease I sowrry momma" you whimpered before standing to give her a hug. "Thank you bunny why don't you go finish your picture for momma and I'll grab us something yummy okay?" You nodded happily returning to your colouring. Larissa then simply grab your desired snack and sippy before returning to the bed where she would turn the television on and allow you to snuggle into her warmth. It wasn't long before you were dozing off against the blonde and she immediately began your bed time routine during regression. That was how you found yourself in your bunny nightshirt and some sleep shorts with Larissa praising and cooing into your beautiful soft hair. "Nini momma" you sleepily mumbled as you drifted off to sleep. Not before she murmured a "night my bunny" to you.

Word count~ 1120

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Ficfinder finds: Reciprocity

Mutant Mayhem Fanfic Summary: “Raphael,” she said gently. “I know it’s difficult for you to use the past tense-” “It’s not difficult, it’s just wrong,” Raph growled. He couldn’t look at her. This was the thing. The thing that made everyone look at him with pity. Like he was defective or broken. Like he was some stupid idiot who couldn’t get with the program. But it was everyone else who was wrong. Raph was the only one who was living in reality. “Leo. Isn’t. Dead.” _________________ It's been two years since Leo's disappearance. The city has erected a monument in Bryant Park to honor and mourn New York's bravest young hero. While Leo's statue sits in the park, Raph sits in therapy. Everyone believes Raph is too traumatized, too wounded to process the loss of his brother. But there's something Raph can't explain, something only he can feel, something everybody wants him to ignore. It whispers softly somewhere in the deepest corners of his mind: he's still here. Raph listens. [non-canon compliant with Tales of the TMNT. Written pre-release of Tales]

Reciprocity: Appraisal and Ratings

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Disclaimer: This fanfic isn't completed as of yet, and as such, this post will update as the fic updates. This fic is written by @the-peak-tmnt, so go show them some love and support!!

The fanfic ratings are not based on quality, favoritism, or how good I think it is, but rather, how intense a subject may be. Like a movie review, or the tags on Ao3, letting the readers know what to expect.

Plot: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Plot is five out of five!! The plot for this story is quite enthralling!! It starts out right in the thick of it, a mess of chaotic aftermath from an event not yet explained.”

Suspense/Mystery: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Suspense/Mystery is four out of five!! The suspense and mystery for this story are both rather intense, especially the mystery, as a huge part of the plot isn’t explained till later.”

Angst/Hurt: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Angst/Hurt is four out of five!! Reciprocity deals with lots of trauma, which of course equals angst and hurt. Some parts of the fic are certainly more intense than other parts, so make sure to read the tags!”

Fluff/Comfort: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Fluff/Comfort is three out of five!! While there’s plenty of trauma in this fic, there is some wonderful comfort paired with it!”

Emotions Conveyed: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Emotions Conveyed is three out of five!! This fic gives a pretty in depth view of disassociation, and PTSD. I know some of the flashback chapters certainly messed with my head.”

Drama/Tension Level: 💛💛💛💛💛

"Drama/Tension Level is five out of five!! This fic has some MAJOR drama!! Seriously, it gets intense!!!”

Triggers: 💛💛💛💛🖤

"Triggers are four out of five!! Reciprocity touches on some touchy mental health subjects, and some traumatic events. Make sure to read the tags, and check each authors note for warnings ^^”

Legibility (Reading): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Reading) is five out of five!! The writing style for this fic is smooth, and easy to follow!!”

Legibility (Audio): 💛💛💛💛💛

"Legibility (Audio) is five out of five!! I would highly recommend listening to this one!! The formatting and the writing style are both complimentary to audio book format!!”

Length: 💛💛💛🖤🖤

"Length is three out of five!! Currently this fic has a word count of 118k words and has around 20+ chapter currently. This fic may also end up having multiple arcs, though we'll see as the story progresses!! As this fic is unfinished, this post will update as the fic updates!!”

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Reciprocity: Chapter List

(Chapters will be added as I rate and appraise them ^^)

Chapter 1: Never Getting Out of Here

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