#and so this event meant a lot to me too~ haha

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Hello!!!

Can I put in a writing request??

Because I love your writing!!! 🥹

Can you do (either human alastor.. or demon alastor i love both but human alastor has a chokehold on me haha) but his partner is plus size and they are very self conscious about it

Can be smut if you like (I'm waaaay okay with that)

omg yessss i’m gonna do human alastor because he does need some attention <3 also felt this personallyyyy so i did it sooo fast 🙈 ima chunky gorl myself and with summer approaching things always get tough. i lot of what i wrote here is my own personal experience and shit so i don’t want anyone to think this is something they should feel or notice or be ashamed of! Just so you know!

warnings: SMUT 18+, gender neutral but use of clit, feral alastor, Human!alastor, kinda ooc in the way he is ravenous for reader sexually, reader doesn’t know he’s a murderer, self loathing, self hate, body worship maybe, biting breifly, alastor kinda rich or whatever for the time, insecure reader, plus size reader, body part like stomach thighs highlighted, crying, husband alastor, comfort from Al. swearing, lmk if there’s anything else! NOT PROOFREAD YALL

also i wanted to use junoisded ‘s work (on IG) but i don’t think they like things reposted unless asked and i am way to shy but go check them out their human alastor is mouthhhhh watering gawd

Closing the door behind you, you sat your bag on the table a sullen look on your face. It was particularly difficult week for you, it was getting warmer in New Orleans and when it got warm what was really meant was hot humid gross. It almost felt embarrassing at times to leave the house, the clothes companies made weren’t anything like what other people wore they were hideous, and you sweat, and just felt kind of self conscious.

Especially with Alastor. His popularity grew expeditiously over the last couple of years, with people now being able to recognize his voice all around. His popularity was a gift and a curse, a gift because you didn’t have to work through the stock market issues whereas many people your age did, and a curse because more women and men alike wanted him.

You weren’t jealous because Alastor made it pretty clear he only had eyes for you, however you couldn’t stop the comparison, you usually felt decent about yourself and your looks and Alastor made you more assured in your beliefs. But as more people would recognize him, and he’d give them that charming smile, and they’d flirt, you’d get a little jealous and insecure.

You walked into yours and Alastors shared bedroom, slipping off your shoes and looking into the mirror. You wanted to buy some nice clothing for an event you and Alastor were attending within the week, it was very hush puppy as it served contraband, however you couldn’t find anything at the market, and the tailors would be just too much to ask of Alastor.

Your lip quivered not with sadness but frustration, you just wanted to be at the same level as everybody else, without the issues, and being constantly told how to eat or use your body or dress yourself. Sitting on the bed your thighs spread out around you, stomach resting atop. Tears kept flowing pitifully as you took a moment to wrap your head around your spiraling thoughts. Taking a deep breath you wrapped your arms around your back, begining to take off the clothes that stuck to your sweaty body.

‘Loose leisure clothes.’ You chanted as you shook your trousers to your ankles and opened the drawers to your dresser. You remembered as you caught sight of one of Alastors red suit jackets, a gentleman who had commented that Alastor was far too small to lend his jacket to you on a cold night, which make you feel so bad about yourself. Slamming the drawer closed you cradled your head, this wasn’t fair, you would be ten times better with yourself if people weren’t so casually cruel.

You were okay, you were loved, but it seemed in other aspects of life people had to assure you weren’t due to how you looked. “My dear, what’re you doing all dressed down like this?” Alastors voice rang out joyfully. With a jump and a squeak your arms go to cover your body, however Alastor had already turned his back for you. “I’m so sorry sweetheart! I should’ve knocked!” Even though Alastor was being respectful, a nagging voice in the back of your head told you it was because he couldn’t stand the sight of you.

“Uhm, well you can look actually…” You muttered voice just above a whisper as you rubbed your arm. Alastors hands were on his hips, elbows pointed out head facing down, then he perked up head looking behind him. Smile present on his face his eyes shamelessly drank you up. “I couldn’t find any clothes,” You mutter your throat closing as the tears returned with the thoughts of before.

Alastors body finally turned his smile falling as he watched your from recoil away from his gaze. Stepping into the room his dress shoes clinked against the wooden floor as he approached you his arms outstretched to you. Immediately you fell into his embrace holding back the urge to cry, you wanted to be as strong as he was; smiling through no matter.

However when his hand began rubbing your back, soft words of worry falling from his lips, you lost it. Burying your face into his shoulder you cried, muttering your insecurities into him as he cradled you. “And Alastor they must think i’m a joke, you’re so small compared to me.” You cried out, pulling back to look into his chocolate eyes. Quickly he pulled a handkerchief from his vest pocket, his smile now a frown as he watched tears roll down your cheeks.

“My my, that’s the best part doudou. I love having flesh to bite, grip, squeeze,” Alastor grinned speaking through his closed teeth as he gripped your waist pulling your hips to his and you looked down hiding your face at his ridiculous nickname for you. “I feel proud to be able to feed you, my mother would be proud too, she’d absolutely love you. Worry not my dearest doe, i will have anything tailored to your need, and any crude bastard to comment on you I will hand slaughter the night of thee event, just to send a little message.” Alastor puffed his chest into you, his voice strangely dark and possessive, his eyes gleaming with pride as he kneaded your flesh beneath his fingers.

You never thought about it like that Alastor being able to properly provide for you, no; that was the fun of Alastor though he always knew how to twist things into something better than. Not to mention the idea of him being willing to commit a crime for you in the midst of a serial killer going around, that was something very special to you, strangely enough.

“Alastor you’re insane sometimes, but i love you.” You grinned finally, in turn making Alastors smile return larger then ever. Hands crawling up his chest and neck, you pulled him close and into a kiss. Your immediately Alastor gave into your tug, crashing his lips quickly onto your own roughly, his body grinding into your own as he did so, impatient to show you how much you mean to him though his psychical affections.

His hands gripped every little bit of flesh they passed, trailing up and down your body rolls and all, indulging his desire for you. You moaned lightly into his mouth when you felt the hard pressure of him pressed against your thigh. Alastor pulled away biting your lip as he did so, dragging it out. His eyes were lidded and one of his perfectly gelled curls fell forward and down touching the brim of his eyeglasses. “See how quickly you make me indecent my dear? Oh sweet doe, you make me so disgusting.” Alastor whined in a way, which you’d never heard, and stuffed his head into your neck, kissing, biting and sucking at your warm neck

“Alastor i’m sweaty!” You squeal as he dragged his tongue up your neck, biting at the flesh under you chin. “I know,” He mumbled quickly barely breaking away from decorating your neck. “So stop!” You huffed noncommittally as your hands came down to rest on his shoulders, lightly pushing him. “Why my little doe, you taste better this way.”

Alastor pulled back his coy smile on display as he did so, there was something so disbelieved and feral about how he looked despite not being unkept in the slightest. You felt slightly embarrassed by him admitting he liked you sweaty, but it was also comforting knowing that things you thought made you repulsive, actually attracted him.

“Come to bed with me, chérie?” Alastor hummed slyly, pulling your wrists gently toward the direction of the bed, where he was walking. “To sleep?” You asked flatly eyebrow raised, this caused a genuine laugh to bubble out of Alastors chest his head shaking just a bit. “No, and i think you knew that.” He whispered as he tugged you into him and then down onto the bed. You tensed as he did so, sitting up on your elbows you look at him and scold him.

You paused as Alastors gaze beat down on you hotly, it was sinful how he was looking at you with that cheshire grin on his face. He pulled off his glove with his teeth and used his degloved hand to remove the other one before he undid his vest, chucking it aside carelessly. You took a deep breath your heart beating rapidly in your chest as you watched him closely.

Yes you’ve had sex with Alastor before, although neither of you had a high libido so it wasn’t often, and when it was it wasn’t needy like now, no, it was loving, passionate. Alastor tossed his shirt aside crawling ontop of you right after, groaning as he pressed his bulged into the warmth of your thighs. Whimpering you covered your eyes unable to face the lustful look he was giving you.

His warm flesh melted into yours as he lowered himself ontop of you, his skin hot and sticky from being out in the louisiana heat, his breath tickled your skin as his lips dragged around your neck teasingly. “Gosh Al, I - you’re making me feel so- please.” You moaned quietly unable to place the feeling coursing through you. A mixture of wanting to beg him to devour you and wanting to hide yourself away from his heated gestures.

“What is is it you need, my dear?” His voice was sweet like honey as he breathed his sin into your ear, hand coming up under the leg hole of your undergarments, inching closer to your core. You breath was quievered as your hands found there way to his slightly musicled biceps, sinking your nails into them. Finally he backed up on his knees, and yanked down your undergarments, making you gasp.

Your husband has never been this, it made you dizzy and confused, why has he been hiding such ravenousness from you? Alastor looked down at you with pity, your legs reflexively closed before he could get a glimpse of your pretty. “Please darling don’t be modest, I need you more then ever now. I’m a starved man don’t you know? I need your quench.” You watched him as he spoke, his eyebrows knitted his face soft as he mockingly pleaded with you while he undid the button in his slacks and soon pulled down the zipper.

With jagged breaths you watched him disrobe, pulling his cock from his boxers and stroking it for you to see. Precum dripped from the tip and down his shaft, mixing into the dark coiled public hair at the base. “Oh fuck Alastor,” You whined looking away, you heard him chuckle at an octave you’ve never heard before. “What’s wrong darling? Can’t stand to see how perverse you make me? How cruel, honestly.” He huffed before his warm hands came to grip on your knees, yanking them apart. “My dear, you’re absolutely devine, you have no idea. It’s sickeningly cruel on my part, but I can’t help but be greedy about the way I only get to have you. In a world of commons, i get the rare.” Alastors hips slotted in between your thighs like many times before but this time you were so soaked you needed no foreplay. The head of his shaft prodded at your entrance, making your hips tilt forward attempting to gain friction and contact.

“Please Al, don’t make me beg you.” You moaned quietly, ashamed of how quickly you bent to his will. Alastor grinned down at you, admiring your body relaxed and needy beneath him. There wasn’t a soul he’d replace you for, you were everything and more. He could come clean about his murders and you’d kiss his cheek and serve him some whisky for his stress, because you were family, you were his.

Alastor slid into you slowly, feeling every inch of you against him, his thighs pressed against your own, he loved the feeling of you consuming him all at once. The way your body embraced his own was heaven on earth, you were his comfort that he didn’t deserved. As he watched you beneath him gasp, shake and moan as he sunk into slowly, harshly and repeatedly, he whispered sweet nothings to you. He let out a condescending chuckle while calling you a good pet, told you your body was his to love too and for shame for berating it.

You saw stars and he would slowly pull out and slam back in, believing that was the extent of this session. However, Alastor pressed his hips fully up against your own, kneading the softness of your belly as he stilled. Leaning down he captured you in a kiss, catching you off guard. You reciprocated fisting his curly hair and pulling him closer, which in response made him growl and grunt into you. He felt you clench around him at the sound, and in the moment decided he’d show you how good you make him feel, how much he loves you.

Suddenly Alastor pulled his hips back, and grinded back down into you, his public hair tickling your swollen clit, juices from your arousal squelching as he did so. This time he wasn’t slow, his pace was even and moderate, fucking you into the mattress so hard, the springs snapped, the wood creaked and you swore the bed frame was moving. Alastor pulled away from your swollen lips burying his face in your neck, he moaned for you.

You rolled your eyes back at the sounds he made, ahs, uhs and groans that were only for you. “Oh fuck Alastor i’m gonna cum,” You squeaked clenching your toes tightly as he jackhammered into you, breathing and gasping into your ear as he felt you grip him. Alastor wasn’t proud to admit it but he was too weak to respond, instead he bit down, sucking and groaning into your skin. His pace got clumsy as you cried out in ecstasy, coiling your body around him as you came harshly.

Your arm around his back, one arm around his neck and gripping his hair, and your legs tightly locked around your hips, yeah Alastor couldn’t resist himself from shooting strings into you. Your body jolted as he came shaking your while body, his grunts and whines making your sensitive hole clench him nearer. Without a warning his body collapsed ontop of yours, a deep breath escaping him as he finally relaxed. “I’ve never felt that before dear,” Alastor admitted after a moment of silence. “Me neither, made me forget about everything.” You say hazily, your voice lifted and raw from the noises you let out.

Alastor chucked his fogged glasses to the side, pulling himself out with a huff. Smiling sweetly you watched him gently place a kiss on your stomach and walk off. Sitting up you nearly went to call after him, before his naked body came waltzing back with a rag. “Wanna have a lazy evening in chérie?” You hummed approvingly, and attempted to take the rag, he scoffed at you and lightly pushed your hand away. Softly and embarrassingly so, he cleaned you from himself, enjoying the sight while he was at it.

Once finished Alastor returned the rag as you readied the bed, wanting to cuddle with him. Coming back in Alastor went to grab you both clothes before you called to him. “Can, well- i want to feel you still?” You questioned more than said. Shutting the drawer with a slam he grinned like the little cheshire he was and crawled into bed with you. You pulled him in and he you, nuzzling yourself into his chest you whimpered at the contact, feeling various emotions run through you.

“I chose you my dear, for many reasons not only your looks, your love, your passion but your body too, I love all parts of you, and I know how thoughtless people can be, I will protect you from those comments in the future.” Alastor whispers into your head kissing the top of it right after. You caressed his chest with your nails, throwing your leg over his torso. “Thank you Alastor. I love you too, hell there’s nothing that would make me not love you.” Alastor scoffed his grin returning. “Even murder?” He questioned angling his neck to the side to meet your eyes. Smiling up at him you gave a point nod. “Even murder.”

[beembeem]

Hey, Love your work! Do you think you could write aizawa x student reader that was abandoned? (platonic, of course)

Have a nice day!

Aww, thank you, Anon! I'd be happy to write aizawa content he's one of my favorites! (^_^) this request hits a little close to home (a bit too close haha) but I had a lot of fun writing this! Let me know what you want me to write next!

Y/n sat on the streets curb, clutching her go bag tightly to her body, the rain pelting her hunched figure and drowning out her silent sobs. Y/n knew her parents were tired of her, all the threats they threw at her, their constant bickering, the number of times her parents told her they hated them to her face. Everything boiled up, and in a fit of rage, y/ns parents threw her out of the house. Leaving her where she is now. A homeless teenager bawling her eyes out in the rain while sitting on a curb in the city of mustafu.

Y/n jumped when a hand was placed on her shoulder, she was so lost in her scrambled thoughts that she hadn't noticed the blue umbrella shielding her from the rain. Y/n looked up and then over at her homeroom teacher squatting beside her holding the umbrella over her. "Y/n? What are you doing out here?" He asked, noting your tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He questioned frantically scanning your body, without giving you time to answer he stood and pulled you up with him "I'll walk you to your house."he said before handing you his umbrella "m-my parents don't want me there" y/n said, already" choking on her words and fighting the tears that threatened to spill."your parents kicked you out?" Aizawa asked and y/n nodded, fiddling with her pajama shirt, her parents didn't allow you the luxury of getting real clothes on.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath, "alright, come on, I'll take you to my house." He said before grabbing your empty hand and leading you along."Despite the fact that having you at my house is wildly inappropriate, it's either that or you catching your death in this rain. He stated that matter of factly, "plus nemuri would beat my ass if she knew I left you out here." he walked with you following closely behind him before long. You ended up standing outside of his apartment door, your brain still processing the events, and short-circuiting y/n could barely remember the walk. Mr. Aizawa twisted the key to the door, opened it, and ushered you inside. You immediately took off your soaking wet slippers and stood awkwardly by the front door while Aizawa put his coat and umbrella in a nearby closet. "Alright, kid, I'll run you a hot shower, then I'll call nedzu and let him know what's going on." He said, "a-alright. " You filled with the fabric of your wet shirt again, starting to lose yourself to your mind when you were pulled back by two snaps."Did you hear me? Bathroom is the first door on the left, " he said while pointing down the hall."Oh! Sorry, " you apologized before quickly running off to the bathroom and savoring a hot shower.

After drying yourself off and getting dressed in the clothes, Mr. Aizawa gave you and you silently, walked to his kitchen where you found him slumped at the table. You awkwardly stood in the doorway to the kitchen. "Uhm, thank you for the clothes, Mr Aizawa!" You thanked him, and his tired moved from his phone to you."No problem, they're just things nemuri left here." He stated before going back to his phone."nedzu said he reported your parents for child abandonment." He said, motioning you to sit down in the chair across from him before he stood up "I made some cocoa, I made you some" he walked over to the kitchen counter and grabbed two mugs full of hot chocolate then returned to the table and set a cup down in front of you. "Thank you!" You said before taking a sip. "So," he stared at you. "What happened?" He asked bluntly. You froze for a few seconds before breaking down in tears .t-they just ditched me, I loved them, and they just threw me our like I meant nothing!" You cried."I - I don't have anywhere else to go! They were all I had and now I won't be able to go to UA because I can't afford my stupid tuition, and-and" it felt like you were choking, you couldn't let anything out except for tears and sobs. Aizawa moved to comfort you, pulling you into a hug and patting your head. He hushed you before saying, "we'll figure it out." You grabbed the back of his shirt and cried even harder.

There'd be hell for your parents to pay.

[exhaslo]

OMG HI IM BACK I HOPE UR HYDRATED

FAST AND FURIOUS MIGUEL AND READER WHERE THEY’RE RIDE OR DIE, STREET RACING WHERE MIGGY WINS AND GETS HIS PRIZE IN THE BACKSEAT OF HIS OLD 2000s MODELED SUZUKI ?????

NEVER WATCHED A SINGLE FAST AND FURIOUS

BUT I'M NEVER ONE TO BACK DOWN ON A GOOD OL' BACKSEAT RIDE OR DIE CAR SEX HAHAHA

Sorry this was so late to be posted. I'm still backed up with requests from last month!

Warning: MINORS DNI, smut, car sex, fingering

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There was never a dull moment in the city of Nueva York. Every street had something to offer, no matter the time of day. From the sunrise to even past the sunset. There was a reason why this city was given the name, 'The city that never sleeps'.

Amongst its citizens was you. A lovely night owl, just gearing up to be entertained by your fantastic boyfriend. Honestly, this was something that you had never thought of as entertaining. Car racing in the middle of the city was what kept you up most nights...

But Miguel showed you otherwise.

That man was going to drive you insane. When you first met him, you swore that all he cared about was his car. He treated it more like a woman than you sometimes, but...you opened up to his point of view. You saw how much Miguel cared about both you and his night life activities.

That, and he was goddamn hot when working on his 'baby'. Miguel was a mechanic during the day and one of the best street racers at night. You on the other hand just worked a normal office job; however, you easily became one of the most popular flag girls for the race.

"Amor (love), are you trying to temp me before the race?" Miguel said with a low hum as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You felt your cheeks fluster as Miguel pressed you against the wall. His kisses against the back of your neck were sweet and hungry. With a soft press of his hips, you felt Miguel's erection right into your booty shorts.

"Miguel, this is what the other flag girls told me to wear," You said with a soft whine, turning around in his grip, "They mentioned something about a special prize I'll be offering."

"Hn," Miguel grunted lowly as he glanced at the time, "Whatever prize it maybe, this body is only meant for me to see."

"Haha, they're just booty shorts. I haven't worn something like this in such a long time."

"And the tight tank top?" Miguel rested his head by your breasts, inhaling deeply, "Ay dios mio (oh my god), I better win this race and fast so I can tend to you."

You chuckled at Miguel's possessiveness. Pecking his lips, you stroked his cheeks, rubbing against the small gruff he had growing. Miguel pouted and quickly went to clean and shave. Sometimes he forgot about himself when he worked.

Once ready, you scooted yourself into Miguel's passenger seat. Miguel leaned over to land a deep kiss against your lips before driving off to the event sight.

You remembered the first time he let you in his, 'baby'. You were confused as to why he took so much care of an old 2000s Suzuki. Miguel gave you quite a story when he explained everything in detail. How even the smallest mod could change the way he drives.

There were a lot of do's and don'ts in his car too. You followed them since you knew how much Miguel cared about his car. Glancing at his backseat, you wondered what Miguel was working on there. He had been making some changes and improvements that always left you curious.

"Alright, make sure you wave that flag extra high for me when I win," Miguel said with a low chuckle as you got out of his car.

"Hopefully the prize is just as good."

"I could always use some more parts," Miguel hummed and winked towards you before driving off to the others.

You smiled brightly as you hurried to the other girls. This was going to be a first for you. Taking part in Miguel's hobby made you happy. The other girls giggled towards you as led you to the starting line. Everyone cheered once you all arrived.

"Shake that ass!!" Some of the men in the crowd cheered.

You felt your face burn up and looked around for Miguel. Once you found him, you giggled towards the glare he gave to the crowd. This was probably going to be the last time you became a flag girl. Miguel was far too possessive of you to have men drool.

"Alriiiiight, who's ready for tonight's race?!" The announcer yelled out, followed by a wave of cheers, "We got a special prize today! Been a while since we've gotten a new flag girl, so you all know what this means!"

"Trophy! Trophy! Trophy!"

"Thaaaaat's right! (Y/N) will be the delicious trophy for today's prize! Here that racers! You get a special night with our lovely (Y/N)!"

You felt your face pale as you tried to ask the other girls what the announcer meant. They all just smiled and reassured you that it was fun and no harm done. You knew better. Staring at Miguel, you frowned as you saw the scorn on his face.

Miguel hurriedly got in his car and revved up the engine. You trusted Miguel, so you had faith that he was going to win, but if he didn't...Miguel might end up fighting someone.

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Miguel was beyond furious. He knew that some of these races got a little out of hand, but to use you as a prize? Cussing lowly as he gripped the wheel, Miguel slammed the gas petal once the flag was raised. He refused to let anyone else have you.

Hearing another engine rev, Miguel hissed as he saw his main competition catch up to him. The nerve! Gripping onto the stick shift, Miguel just smirked as he decided to go full out. He had to show these people that he was number one for a goddamn reason!

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You were shaking in your seat as you watched the race from one of the monitors. Biting your thumb, you nearly whimpered as some of the other racers came a little too close to Miguel. Miguel was still far in the lead, but it didn't stop you from worrying.

After another few go arounds, you gasped in awe as Miguel took the victory once again. Unable to contain your excitement, you rushed over to your boyfriend as the announcer cheered him on.

"Are you ready for you-Oh, hey, wait! We're not done!"

You were giggling to yourself as Miguel carried you with in and threw you in his car before driving off. Glancing back at the annoyed announcer, you cheered and wrapped your arms around Miguel's neck from the back seat.

"I was so worried! No one told me I was going to be the prize!" You said with a soft whine. Miguel kissed your hand as he drove to a remote spot,

"Neither did I, babe. I wasn't going to let anyone win." He grumbled as he parked, "But, since I did. I should claim my prize."

You raised a brow before laughing as Miguel made his way to the backseat. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled as you gave him light kisses around his face. Miguel hummed in response before licking your lips.

You parted your lips for him, moaning softly as Miguel ravished your mouth with his tongue. His hands roaming your upper body, slowly sliding your top off. A shiver ran down your spine as the cold AC from the car hit your exposed nipples.

"Are you sure you want to do it here?" You asked, humming softly as Miguel kissed your neck.

"Made sure its comfortable," Was all he said as he started to rub your clit through your pants, "But, can't make a mess in here."

You whimpered in response, arching your back as Miguel licked your breasts. His tongue swirling around your nipple as his rough movements against your clit made you tremble. You grabbed onto his arms, trying to balance yourself as you moved your hips.

Miguel grunted in response as he undid your shorts, throwing them on the ground. He proceeded to bite and suck against your nipples while his fingers went under your panties and circled against your sensitive bud.

"M-Mig~"

"So wet already for me." Miguel chuckled as you moaned, "If you make a mess in my car baby, I'll have to punish you."

"I-I won't." You whimpered, tugging against his arms.

You shuddered in pleasure as Miguel moved his fingers down to your cunt. It was hard for you to move since Miguel's body was pressing you into his seat. Another whimper of a moan escaped your lips as you felt him play with your folds before slowly entering a finger into your pussy.

"Miguel~" You cried out, throwing your head back.

Your moans grew louder as you felt your loving boyfriend pump his thick digits into your core. His tongue still against your breasts, sucking against them. You body was burning up, shaking and ready to burst...but you couldn't make a mess.

Part of you wanted to cum all over his seat and take the punishment, but the other part of you was enjoying Miguel's game. Gasping as Miguel entered another finger, you moaned loudly as he curled his fingers into your gummy core.

You finally burst when you felt his fingers press against your sweet spot. Crying out his name, you panted softly as Miguel pulled his fingers out. His smirk was wide as he licked his fingers clean, holding your hips up.

"Good girl, keeping my baby clean." He said with a low chuckle.

"Mhpm," You nodded and trembled as Miguel slowly pressed his tip inside your hole, "M-Miguel~"

"You're doing so good." He hummed, slowly pushing himself deeper inside you, "Always taking me in so well."

"Mig~ Miguel~" You cried out, feeling him fill you.

You squirmed in place, clenching against Miguel's dick as he furthered entered you. You could never get over the feeling of Miguel splitting you open, filling you to the very brim. His dick always bruising your cervix, giving you a reason to stay in bed for days.

"That's my girl," Miguel hummed as he sat his dick nice and deep inside of you.

You whined in response, reaching out for Miguel to move. He kissed your hands once more before starting his ruthless charade of thrusts. You cried and moaned as the car shook under you. Miguel's cock was slamming into your wet cunt, claiming you as his.

Arching your back as Miguel bullied his cock into you, you cried out a series of moans as you felt your orgasm approach again. Miguel held your hips, slapping himself into you. The sounds of your bodies echoing throughout the small car.

"Keep it in, baby. No messes," Miguel grunted as you came again.

You gasped and shuddered as Miguel changed positions, placing you on top of his lap. His grip was tight on your ass as he made you bounce against his cock. Pressing your chest against his, you whined as Miguel gave you his first load of cum..

"Good girl," Miguel hummed. You rested your head against his chest, your pussy sucking his cock dry,

"D-Don't bully me too much," You whimpered. Miguel stroked your cheek, kissing you deeply,

"I'm just claiming my beautiful prize," He teased, holding your hips as you started bouncing on him again, "Maybe we can make this an every victory reward?"

"Ah~ Mhm~ Y-Yes~" You moaned, panting heavily as you felt drawn into pleasure, "I-I'll reward you....for each win~"

"And if I lose?" Miguel asked, pinching your clit. You cried, cumming against him once more on the spot,

"T-Then...I'll ah~....mhm...c-console you."

"Awe, what did I do to deserve you?" Miguel chuckled, pressing you against his seat before pounding you from behind, "I'll reward you too, baby. You did cheer me on."

"Yes~ Yes!" You cried as Miguel bottomed out inside you, "M-Miguel~" You whimpered.

Miguel chuckled as he pulled out, using his fingers to keep his cum inside your abused cunt. You shivered in response and whined as Miguel put your clothes back on.

"No messes. Keep me inside." He whispered in your ear. You shivered in response and nodded,

"...So...When's the next race?"

"In an hour."

Your face turned bright red as Miguel roared in laughter. He kissed you once more before returning to the driver's seat, making his way back to the event sight. You behaved and sat in the back seat, anticipating his upcoming win.

You just had to make sure not to make a mess in his car.

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I hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!

[prouvaireafterdark]

Hi! As someone just coming into reading the books but who's been with the show since day 1, I'm curious about why people take Lestat's narrative in TVL with 100% sincerity when the premise of the show seems to be interrogating the dissonance that everybody's versions create. Obviously there's some big things that are definitely going to be true, but I'd personally be disappointed if we got a straight adaptation of unfiltered Lestat perspective on events, haha!

I think you're conflating sincerity with some idea of omniscient, objective accuracy, which, as you note, is a useless thing to search for in a show where memory is continually shown to be an unreliable monster.

Lestat's version of events in TVL is sincere, though. He's speaking from the heart and he's trying to give the story of his life, mostly by sharing his truth about what his life before meeting Louis was like, and in part by filling in the gaps Louis leaves us with about what happened at Rue Royale. His recollection may turn out to be as faulty and biased as Louis' or Armand's has been shown to be in the show, but that doesn't make it any less sincere.

And I'm not implying that Louis is lying or anything. I'm talking about him not mentioning or glossing over the happy memories that meant a lot to Lestat and made up, for him, a big part of what it was to share a home with Louis and Claudia for so long. Giving Lestat the space to talk about his love for Louis and Claudia doesn't erase the abuse he inflicted on them in those moments of instability and rage. I don't get why people are so resistant to seeing that. It's not like it makes everything better. If anything, it makes it worse that he loved them so much.

What's important to note, too, is that at no point does Lestat in his retelling excuse himself for anything he did to Louis and Claudia and I doubt very much we would see him do that in future seasons of the show. Lestat even says it himself that he deserved what Claudia did to him. The way things worked out between the three of them is his greatest, deepest regret and it will haunt him for the rest of his immortal life.

Also, not for nothing, what we've gotten this season and last season are the unfiltered perspectives of Louis, Claudia, and Armand. That's not to say they're lying or intentionally obfuscating (okay, well, Armand totally is), but that is what we got---a narrative that was really challenged only by Daniel and not by anyone who was actually there who remembers it differently. I don't see why we shouldn't also get Lestat's unfiltered version, especially considered he is the main protagonist of the Vampire Chronicles series going forward.

For me and many others, it's not about excusing anything. It's all about contextualizing his decisions. Like, Lestat didn't just wake up one day and decide it would be fun to destroy his family. I want him to tell me in his own words (which, as a reminder, he has yet to do at any point in this series so far) what drove him to do the horrible things he did and how he really feels about it. When we do hopefully get that, I expect the fandom to interrogate his accounts as vigorously as they did Louis' and Armand's and Claudia's.

And to answer your question regarding the books specifically, we have Anne herself to blame for that. She wrote IWTV when she was battling some of the most intense grief and despair a person can feel. She had just lost her child. Writing the book was an outlet for that and you can feel it as you read Louis' perspective. When she decided to continue the series, though, she changed her mind about a lot of things---mainly who Lestat was as a character and how she had come to hate the "weakness" in Louis (which was really because she came to hate the "weakness" she saw in herself as she came out on the other side of her grief and identified with him less and Lestat more). There is a very real dissonance between who Lestat is in IWTV and who he is in TVL and beyond. The way she accounted for that in her own writing was that Louis was misconstruing certain events by leaving things out or straight up making things up like their reunion in NOLA at the end of IWTV, which Lestat claims never happened. The reason people take Lestat's words at face value sometimes isn't usually because they hate Louis or think he lied about Lestat's abuse. It's because Anne, as the writer of the story, wanted the reader to doubt Louis' version in favor of Lestat's because she had changed her mind about the direction of the story and the characters she created.

It's also worth noting that, in the actual text of the show, that version of events taken from the book, the content of the original interview, is described by Louis himself as an admitted performance. I think it's a perfectly legitimate reading to consider IWTV (the book) in the context of Louis trying to get Lestat's attention with something he knew would upset him, like Armand suggests was Louis' fantasy, because he wanted or needed to see him again.

This got long and rambley so I'll just leave you with the wise, wise words of Samothy Reid when asked to give one truth and one lie in the show: Everybody lies. Everybody lies.

I don't think that will change if we finally get Lestat's POV so imo people should just relax and enjoy the ride.

[littleakito]

awww babe i saw your recent post- I'm depressed as heck lately too, so I get that feeling. Imma drop some requests that could cheer u up bc I find them cute, but don't do them if you don't feel like it!

Little Mizuki wanting to play dress up and will settle for none but Kanade as the model, so Kanade gets to be a pretty princess

wxs all regress together and go on an adventure while playing princes and princesses

Emu brings Saki, An, and Mizuki to her house and they all age regress at the same time and wreak havoc on the Ootori household

Akito agere/petre in denial so he's just studying with Toya and Mizuki when out of the blue this idiot starts growling n stuff, so then he just sits there in terrified silence until Mizuki just looks him dead in the eyes and meows back. Toya just doesn't question it. He's too sigma.

Ena stress regressing, aggressively rings the entirety of nightcord 48795893 times until they pick up and starts babytalk yapping about all her opps

﹒﹒🐾﹕﹙HEADCANNONS & SHORT FICS﹚✦◝

Before I begin on all of these, thank you so much :( I saw that note a while ago and it helped lift my spirit a bit more. 🤍 love u lots

Now! These were all such yummy awesome ideas that I felt compelled to at least attempt write about them all, I hope this offering to the community is nutritious enough to last a bit haha.

✷﹒🎵🎀﹐LITTLE! MIZUKI & CG! KANADE﹕﹪

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1　 ﹒　Mizuki owns all sorts of pretty dresses and accessories, it’s just a matter of when and where she can style them accordingly on herself! So, occasionally, stylish bows and cute scarves go unused for months at a time,, ໒꒰ྀི´ ᵔ ` ꒱ྀིა

2　 ﹒　Once she’s regressed and sat by all of her friends, however, it’s almost impossible for her not to think of having them dress up with her! Knocking off those boring sweats for sparkly tutu’s sounds like a dream come true..

3　 ﹒　Convincing them, however, may simply be the most difficult part of this masterful plan of hers! ꒰ྀི⸝⸝ -᷅ ⤙ -᷄ ⸝⸝꒱ྀི১

4　 ﹒　A shake, a whine, and some cute puppy dog eyes are her ultimate tactic! And as the rest of the group exchange glances, she can’t help but giggle and kick her feet, there’s absolutely no way they can say no to her now!

5　 ﹒　Mizuki can’t help but grin as she holds up a gorgeous, puffy pink dress towards K. Helplessly accepting it, Kanade let out a light, breathy sigh in defeat.

6　 ﹒　Her plans succeeded! Her friends look soooo cute! K, especially!

7　 ﹒　It’s not until a silly, pink princess dress is being put over her head that she’s realized that she forgot to dress herself up! She giggles and squirms as the group fits it over her tshirt, today…

..today was an excellent day!

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﹙🎭﹚︰LITTLE! WxS﹐♫

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1　 ﹒　Practice was meant to go as normal, play the roles, review the lines, ask questions, riddle everyone’s brains over said questions trying to figure out the answers, give up, continue playing the roles, and then finish up for the day! It was far from such.

2　 ﹒　Whether it began with THE Tsukasa Tenma forgetting his lines and being brought to the verge of tears from it, Nene’s phone dying whilst she was seeking a break behind stage, Emu’s sadder thoughts being brought into question, or Rui receiving strange looks on his way to practice, it simply wasn’t a good day for anyone!

3　 ﹒　Frustrated with these turn of events, Tsukasa initiated a plan! Plan-Regressing-Solves-All! How exactly he would manage to coerce 3 people into little space whilst still upset himself..? Hmm, a true dilemma! But nothing a star can’t fix!

4　 ﹒　It began with Emu, a simple tap on the shoulder, a long stare whilst she babbled on with a smile on her face, then, he cleared his throat. The question was simple, and yet he couldn’t help the flush on his cheeks. In his mind, “would you like to play with me?!” Wouldn’t cut it! However..

5　 ﹒　With a big, squeaky laugh, and her eyes shut tight, a smile squeezing up her face, she shook him around, agreeing with a big nod and exclamation of how “this would be so fun!”

6　 ﹒　A success! And so, the two march onward, in search of an abnormally tall purple haired little, and a rather tiny grey haired girl! In their minds, Rui and Nene needed saving! Trapped within the tower! It was Emu and Tsukasa’s great duty to save them from this terror!

7　 ﹒　Rui wasn’t that hard to find! To ask, however… ahhh. Tsukasa shakes his head, and pulls at his sleeve gently, Emu jumping in for a big big hug, nearly knocking the boy over! “Play with us, Rui! Play with us!!” Emu nearly screamed, giggling and kicking her feet. Tsukasa, in return, nodded. Rui didn’t have the heart to deny…

8　 ﹒　Rui took much longer to drop than Emu, Tsukasa noted. That wouldn’t be much of an issue, though! Besides, they had a princess to save!

9　 ﹒　Nene, sat within a corner behind the stage, curled within herself, appeared to be sniffling. The three exchanged saddened looks at this, a frown melting onto Emu’s face as she broke out into a wail, running (quicker than the other two could, Tsukasa noticed) towards the girl, babbling out questions of “are you okay?” At her.

10　 ﹒　However, none of her words seemed coherent, so, Rui stepped ahead, asking the question for her (and the rest of them!) she stared back at him with teary eyes and explained. She had overheard them! And she believed she wasn’t invited to play!

11　 ﹒　This won’t do, not one bit! And so, Tsukasa holds out a hand to her, and declares that the world must witness the prettiest princes and princesses at once!

12　 ﹒　The day very quickly comes to a close with giggles and smiles, much different than the beginning of this story!

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﹢❛﹑🐕﹙LITTLE/PET!AKITO + MIZU & TOYA﹚＞＜ ⠀

1　 ﹒　Akito isn’t a fan of studying, this fact can be stated by anyone and everyone he’s ever spoken to. What he was a fan of, however, was making his partner proud.

2　 ﹒　So, when his teacher suggested after school lessons to kick his grade up a notch, he immediately sought out Toya, tail in between his legs as he began explaining his situation. Perhaps, a bit of shame was laced behind his words, but, he covered it up easily with a quick mention of Vivid BAD SQUAD, and how he was confident he wouldn’t have to miss any practices if he received a bit of help.

3　 ﹒　His brain felt fuzzy, in a way, as he began talking, it very quickly trailed off into silence and babbles of words that didn’t seem to make sense, not that he realized. Toya placed a hand onto his shoulder, and that jolted him out of his little trance, a muttered sorry coming his way.

4　 ﹒　Across the hall, Mizuki spotted Akito, a mischevious look playing onto her face as she crept up behind him. Toya eyed her, questioning what exactly she was planning on— ah..

5　 ﹒　Instead of a scream, or a yell, a bark flew her way, furrowing his eyebrows at her angrily. And yet, those words he had on his tongue to appear as rude as always disappeared. He huffed, defeated, and crossed his arms over his chest instead.

6　 ﹒　Whatever those two were talking about now didn’t matter to him, those looks he was being given, more. Had he seriously just barked at Mizuki Akiyama? What in Miku’s name was wrong with him, seriously..

7　 ﹒　It was no surprise to him that when he turned his ear away from their conversation, Mizuki had somehow found a way to join in on the studying. It wasn’t quite as if he could object to it now, anyway, they were well on their way to the spare classroom kept on the side of their school.

8　 ﹒　The studying began as boring as always, and it didn’t seem to become any less banal than ever as time progressed, and that.. stupid fuzzy feeling in his brain wouldn’t knock it off! It was enough to leave him frustrated, staring bullets at his paper.

9　 ﹒　After a bit of time, he felt different, less bored, yet still angered, and so, he growled.

10　 ﹒　Snarled and all, he rest his head against one of his hands propped up on the desk, fingers pulling at little hairs in his eyes. Toya gave him a strange look, as if he had just done something completely abnormal.

11　 ﹒　It couldn’t be more abnormal than those pants he was wearing.. and..

12　 ﹒　As much as he wanted to tell him to quit looking at him, before he had the chance, Toya’s voice sounded out, gentler than usual. His eyes softened, whether he’d admit to that or not, it was the truth. His shoulders became less stiff and his mouth was left slightly agape.

13　 ﹒　It only took him a mere 5 seconds to remember Mizuki was in the room, and so, he slumped against the desk. A light sound from in front of him was quick to appear, however, a soft, purr of a meow.

14　 ﹒　It was slightly slurred, and yet, Akito raised his head up and off of his desk to stare back at her. Meow..? Seriously, what the bark was this..

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↷﹒💄﹒LITTLE! ENA & N25﹒✶

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1　 ﹒　Everyday was a fight, whether Ena would admit that or not. Every waking moment was filled with some new thing for her father to scream at her over.

2　 ﹒　And so, when she sought comfort tucked within her room with a pencil and paper — a gentle melody in the back she was originally humming to — and the art began looking wonky and irregular, she huffed. It didn’t take much longer for another mistake to lead to her crumpling up the paper into her hand and letting out an angry scream at the world.

3　 ﹒　One pencil was snapped, and the pillows on her bed were now on the floor as she cried herself into a meltdown. One hand searching for her phone as the other found its way to her lips, sucking on her thumb.

4　 ﹒　Kanade was the first to join, and the first to hear her sobs of agony at every pencil and paper and father figure to have ever existed, then came Mafuyu, and lastly, Mizuki.

5　 ﹒　“Enanan..? What’s the matter?” She didn’t have an answer! Everything was the matter! Everything was wrong! Every piece of art! The Mona Lisa could burn for all she cared! She just..

6　 ﹒　She just wanted her caregivers! Was that so much to ask for..?! Her sobs and screams into her pillow started to become light sniffles as N25 worked their magic, letting her breathe without criticism.

7　 ﹒　She fell asleep nearly instantly, tears staining her face for the night.

8　 ﹒　And when she woke up, everyone was still on call with her, asleep or not, they were there. Along with a weird note right by her door with a pacifier attached to it. The note was sweeter than she’d like to admit.

9　 ﹒　Ugh…

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HELLO HELLO! This was a grand post to celebrate the new year! Thank you sososoooo much to everyone I’ve became friends with in the past few months, and for all of the support I receive day after day. I love you all sosososooooomuch it’s unbelievable!

I worked on this for 3 hours straight ahshjahsj… with the exception of changing music, texting my friends with pleas of prayers for this, and editing the cards obvi!

I hope this is okay, and I did in fact avoid one of them haha… maybe I’ll get to it another time..? It didn’t appeal to me this time, sorry..

once again, happy new years, late merry christmas & happy hanukkah! I hope everyone had a great month over the holidays, ily all sm. I’ll be getting to the rest of my requests soon enough once I’m not burnt out haha.. thanks<3

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[11vein]

Hello! 11vein, this is my first time sending you an ask so I hope I am doing this properly! Anyways—

I want to know what inspired you and everybody else in Team 6x11 to choose to set the story of Qualia Automata in Iraq, out of all the Middle-Eastern countries. Like, I know that Carbon Monoxide on your team is Iraqi, but still, my question remains that why Iraq specifically? I’m not Iraq, but I live in an Arab country and, from my observations of cross-cultural representation, countries like the UAE and Iran and Saudi Arabia, as examples, are usually represented more often in stories set in the Middle East. So I was wondering why you folks chose Iraq as the setting for the story of Qualia Automata, and I’ll be glad to hear how you were inspired to do so as well. Tell me all about what brought the team to the decision. Reply back soon, please!

i wish i could say we had an elaborate reason to make QA's story based out of a futuristic iraq, but it was kinda spontaneous haha. we were deciding the ethnicity of tamari and went with iraqi because some of the members knew someone who was iraqi (carbon monoxide) who we could consult for further ideas. this later led to them being added to the team :) i asked carbon for further input: "while i can't speak for why the team chose to make tamari arab initially, i can say that i haven't seen too many experiences related to my specific ethnicity depicted in media, and it's something i've been wanting to work more towards. iraq occupies an interesting place in american culture, i feel; most americans know of iraq ofc and know of the iraq war, but if u were to ask a random person on the street, they likely wouldn't be able to tell u much about the country outside of that. my family had to escape as war refugees when i was extremely little, but i'd very commonly fly back home to spend long vacations with extended family. i'm very intimately familiar with the effects of war, it was fundamental to my development and my identity as an iraqi person. infrastructure was still ruined from bombs dropping, streets were destroyed or not maintained at all, power would very routinely go out and i vividly remember need to grope around in the dark for flashlights and fighting with my cousins for the limited supply of lamps, and that's all stuff that was YEARS after the actual conflict. not to mention all the generational trauma, the metaphorical and cultural scars that war creates that has ruined people and families.the first-hand accounts of war from the perspectives of my mother and older siblings were extremely harrowing.

when i first moved to america, it shocked me how little people knew about iraq, how deeply-embedded imperialist propaganda was baked within the fibres of american culture. a lot of people i'd met were completely ignorant to this thing that shaped everything about me before i was even born, that blew me away.

qualia automata of course isn't ABOUT the iraq war, it's set years afterwards and it was never meant to really reflect any sort of real-world historical events. but i put a lot of myself and my family into these characters, and just by virtue of me being iraqi and helping write iraqi characters, i've seen war refugees from my country comment on how they relate to what's being represented. fayrouz in particular was the character i had the biggest hand in shaping, and she's someone who's deeply-molded by generational trauma, and the attitudes iraqi women had to adopt in order to survive during such awful times being passed down throughout the years. it's the type of thing only other people with these experiences would be able to immediately point out, but i'm always happy when people do

that and i think it's very useful to just write about iraqi people as, well, people. there's a stigma around arabs especially, but like i said before iraqis occupy a very unique space within american culture, so i think it helps normalize these cultures and experiences by just, having characters exist as they are!"

[baileypie-writes]

I was wondering if you could do some velvet x fem reader Angst with a fluffy ending, maybe velvet and y/n are both movie stars and a Interview tries to get with y/n and velvet gets all sad and cries and stuff

A/N ~ Sure! I had a lot of fun with this. I hope you enjoy it!

~I Don’t Like Him Like That~

Velvet x Fem!Movie Star!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Crushes to Relationship

Synopsis: You get asked out, and Velvet assumes her feelings for you are one-sided. However, that’s not the case.

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, minor angst, a man making Reader feel uncomfortable, crying(Velvet), Reader confessing her feelings for Velvet, Veneer is not present in this fic, cringey

You were breathtaking. She could barely keep her eyes off you. Velvet thought it was a crime to look that good, but there you were.

The both of you were at a red carpet event for the premier of your new movie. The movie also featured Velvet’s new song. You guys being the biggest pop star and actor meant that you two were surrounded by people. But Velvet could hardly focus on interacting with them, because her eyes would keep trailing back to you.

You and Velvet had been friends for a while. You’d met on several occasions, and became closer and closer. Velvet didn’t want to admit it, but she was down bad for you. Your personality complimented hers perfectly, and you were so fun to be around!

Finally, the crowd around Velvet had thinned out enough, so she could slither her way through it to get to you. She had to wave and call your name a few times, which was mildly frustrating, but you eventually noticed her.

“Hey, Velvet!” You said enthusiastically. Before she could greet you back, a camera man motioned for the two of you to pose for a picture. You quickly got into position. Velvet had to hide her blush as much as possible when you put your hand around your waist, pulling her closer. The camera flashed a few times, and the camera man gave a thumbs up, signaling that he was done.

“Hey (name).” Velvet finally said. She wasn’t prepared for when you suddenly hugged her tightly, so her blush became a little more prominent. She loosely returned the hug.

“So, what did you think?” You asked, pulling away. You were referring to the movie, as the viewing had just finished.

“It was pretty good. Especially the scene where my song was playing.” Velvet said, gesturing to herself proudly.

You laughed. “Hey would you do me a favor and get me a drink? All these lights are making me hot!” You said, fanning yourself. Usually, Velvet would be the one having people get things for her, but she was just so eager to please you.

“Sure. Be right back!” She waved, and made her way to the food table. She poured a glass of water, since you didn’t ask for a specific drink. As she made her way back to you, she saw an interviewer interacting with you. She slowed her walking, and started listening to your conversation.

“Aren’t you a real beauty tonight, Miss (name)? Not that you aren’t all the time, haha!” His hand was on your shoulder, and he was very close to you. You didn’t seem bothered at all, though.

“Well thank you, Mister Zephyr. You’re too kind.”

“Oh please, Miss (name), call me Zeph.” He continued to flirt. Velvet felt anger built up in her. Who did that man think he was? But her anger subsided, and her heart sank at what you did next.

You layed your hand on top of his, and looked into his eyes. “Okay, well then you can just call he (name)!” Then you laughed. Your beautiful laugh. The one that always made Velvet’s heart happy. She felt her eyes start to water.

She rushed over to you, and basically shoved the drink into your hands. You tried to ask what was wrong, but she avoided eye contact. Velvet fled the main room, and made her way to a bathroom.

She cried. A lot. She felt like her heart had been ripped out of her chest. You looked so happy talking to that man. The look you gave him was so sweet and genuine. She had no chance against Zephyr.

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You had finally squeezed your way out of the crowd. You had to know what happened with Velvet. She looked so upset. You followed the direction you saw her leave in, but someone was still following you.

“Hey (name)! Where are you going?” Zephyr asked.

“I’m trying to find Velvet. She just left, and I-“

“Oh, you can worry about her later.” He interrupted, grabbing your hand. “Why don’t you and I grab some champagne and get out of here? We could hang out in my car, just the two of us, what do you say?”

You were disgusted. You had tried your best to be nice to this man, even when he got uncomfortably close to you without your consent. Now, he completely ignored your ambitions, and tried to get you to go out with him.

You whipped your hand out of his. “I’m sorry, Zephyr, but I’m just not interested. What I am interested in is finding my friend. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like you to leave me be.” You quickly turned away, and continued what you were doing.

You had found a bathroom, and could faintly hear sobs on the other side of the door. You recognized that they belonged to Velvet.

You knocked on the door. “Vels? Are you okay? What happened?”

“Nothing! I’m fine!” She snapped back. “Why do you care anyway? Just go hang out with that guy. He seemed pretty interested in you.”

“Who, Zephyr? C’mon, Vels! I know you know that I can do better than that. Plus, he’s annoying. You’re much more fun to hang out with!”

The sobbing stopped. “Really? But you seemed so… happy with him.”

You sighed. “Yeah. I have to be that way with everyone. I don’t wanna seem rude. But I guess that backfired, because that made him think I was in love with him or something.” You laughed nervously.

There were a few moments of silence. Then, you decided to gather all your courage, and say something that’s been on your mind for a long time.

“So yeah, I don’t like him like that. But there is someone I do like.”

Velvet’s heart sank once again. She barely had any oxygen left in her lungs from crying to respond. “Who?”

“She’s on the other side of this door.” You nervously laughed. There was more silence, but it was eventually broken by the sound of the door unlocking.

It opened, and revealed Velvet. Her mascara was running down her face, and she had the most shocked expression you’ve ever seen. Without hesitating, you cupped her face, and kissed her. You felt relieved when she kissed back.

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You had helped Velvet get cleaned up, and you both decided that you’ve had enough of this event. You walked through the main room, towards the exit, hand in hand. People tried asking you questions, but you politely rejected them. All you cared about was getting to spend time with your new girlfriend.

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~~baileypie-writes

[campbyler]

why choose to do two parts of a chapter instead of just two separate ones? like doing 10.1 and 10.2 instead of just having 10.2 be chapter 11 instead (sorry if that makes no sense)

i think what anon meant was why didnt you make 10.2 a separate chapter thematically or literature-ally (? lol) instead of just physically? so like... 9.1 could have been called 'are we going somewhere?' and finished with that gorge cliffhanger of mike saying he's gonna teach will to drive. and then chapter 9 part 2 could actually have been chapter 10 both physically and from a literary point of view - if this was a published book, it would have been the actual next chapter. so 9.2 would instead become Chapter 10: I've Got You Baby (or some other title based on lyrics etc)

basically, once you realised the word count was taking you too far, they're wondering why you didn't split the events of the fic into more chapters than you originally have planned. perhaps is there a reason you are attached to a certain amount of chapters? otherwise, i think it would have still made sense for the drive date chapter and the bonfire night chapter to be split into two chaps each - many pro writers split chapters this way even when scenes in a single event are occurring.

of course its the writers' discretion to split chapters where they feel it fits, but i agree with anon that the ending of each half chapter makes a lot of sense as the ending of an actual chapter thematically!

i hope this makes sense haha

hello!! yes what you’re saying makes sense, and we appreciate the perspective!!

i think we did it the way we did for two main reasons — one, this is not a published book, so i do feel like it’s a little bit different since we have the liberty of doing whatever we want rather than being bound to any traditional rules. the second is that the chapters alternate povs, and it was important for all of 9 to be in will’s pov and all of 10 to be in mike’s pov because they’re the realization chapters.

to that point, i don’t agree with the notion that the ending of each half chapter is what makes sense as the thematic ending of the chapter. the themes of chapters 9 and 10 are Realizations. the point of ch09 is literally to get will to his realization — are we going somewhere? is a double meaning because they’re physically going somewhere and emotionally going somewhere. so while the mustang was a big focus in ch09, it was used as a vehicle (teehee) to give will the last push he needed to admit to himself how he feels. mike’s vulnerability in part i resolved a lot of will’s longstanding issues with mike, and the driving lesson’s purpose was to show how much they trust each other: mike trusts will with his car, and will trusts mike to be there for him, and mike being there for him is Truly the One Thing that will wasn’t sure about until ch09. all of these things needed to happen in the same chapter to contextualize that realization!

for 10, the focus is still on realizations — it’s also mike actually admitting to himself that he likes will, yes, but it’s also very much about that realization at the end that will needs to be the one to vocalize his feelings! whereas 9 spends the whole chapter justifying actions to get to the feelings realization, 10 starts with it and then spends the entire chapter trying to justify feelings he is already aware of. it was still important for these to be in the same chapter because it’s all completely connected!!

that said, because word count was really the only obstacle we had, the split chapters are two halves of a whole rather than being two distinct chapters. as we’ve said, this decision was done to benefit all of us — me and suni for writing purposes and being able to get chapters out sooner/avoid as much burn out as possible, and readers for not reading 50-60k chapters in one sitting. we already have a lot of talk about how long the chapters are, and we are both aware that we could probably cut certain scenes or events out, but we also are very adamant about maintaining a pace that feels realistic and makes sense, which usually leads to those higher word counts 😙 if we were to ever convert this into a published book (which we have no plans to), there would be a loooot to cut and we recognize that!! so shout out to the local ao3 for enabling our specific breed of insanity 🤸

[anon-amiss]

hello, I have a request of Wally Darling x singer y/n

at first, Wally and the others did not know the reader could sing. One day they all decided to have a group picnic and Wally was the one who would get you. Wally knocked at y/n home and Y/n didn't answer he noticed the window open and he heard Y/n singing. (Love like you by steven universe)

then and there Wally fell in love he could not bring himself to stop the reader from singing.

you can pick what happens next :)

Beginning notes: I love this! I'll do my best! Thank you for the request! Another quick mention is that the reader might be referred to as "neighbour". I don't mind using Y/n at all, but people give it so much bad rep :[

Some warnings: Nothing triggering, just reader being mildly embarrased haha

Wally Darling x Singer!Reader

(Platonic or Romantic)

(a bit more on the romantic side haha)

"...Turns out, I was holding the letter all along!! Now isn't that just hilarious??" Eddie boasted out, laughing while waving his arm around rapidly. Barnaby fell to the floor, rolling around and snickering in response. It was as if he'd just heard the funniest thing in Home, which, honestly, could have been probable.

Wally giggled after hearing the passing conversation, placing the picnic blanket down on the grass with ease.

The sky was perfect, and the weather calm. This meant only one thing: it was finally time for the monthly picnic party! Everyone was invited, which meant you were too! It was going to be your first time at this event, and everybody was very excited to have you join them as their special guest! Everyone came extra prepared, bringing gifts and items they thought would help with getting you acquainted with their tradition.

Sally weighted the blanket down with what looked to be a large sewing machine and a bag full of various fabrics and sewing materials. Wally turned his attention to her and tilted his head.

"What are all these for?" Wally asked, a little surprised she was able to carry all these items on her own.

"Why, I wanted to show our new friend how to make hand puppets! They've been asking me all week, and I thought this would be the best opportunity to teach them!" She beamed, organizing some of her tools on the blanket.

"Yeah, and I brought my makeup so we could do a little fashion show with them!" Julie interjected, placing a few of her bags, presumably filled with makeup, on the blanket next to Sally's items. "I made sure to bring everything I had just in case they wanted a certain look!"

"Oh! I brought along some arts and crafts if that helps at all!" Eddie chimed in, holding out a delivery bag filled to the brim with tons of crafting materials. He placed himself on the blanket next to the growing pile of goods. It was starting to form a little mountain by now.

"Whoa now, buddy! Make sure to leave some extra for the butterfly nets!" Frank blurted out. He held nothing, but Wally assumed they would use some of Eddie's resources to make the nets.

"Do we have to participate in this event before or after lunch?" Barnaby joined, with Poppy following suit. He placed down a picnic basket full of the most delicious smelling food. Oh! He seemed to have placed it on Eddie's head! It's perfectly balanced!

Frank shot him a glare and sighed. "We'll do it after lunch just so you won't complain the whole time."

"What can I say? Small dogs like me need lotsa energy to run!" He jested, laughing to himself with a wide grin.

"You better not eat it all this time, Barb! Poppy and I spent a lot of time gathering the most perfect ingredients for this specific batch of food!" Howdy blurted out, tapping his foot at the fluffy 'little' pup.

"Don't worry, Howdy! I wouldn't dream of ruining our new neighbour's first picnic! Besides, a tiny guy like me can't finish all this by myself," he replied, giving him a pat on the head for reassurance.

"Speaking of our new neighbour, where are they?" Poppy asked, turning to Wally with a motherly smile.

"Yeah! We can't possibly start without them!" Julie added on, turning to face Wally with an excited grin.

"I told them I'd come and pick them up as soon as we were done setting up!" Wally replied, clasping his felty hands together with the happiest expression he could give. "Would you all be so kind as to help me finish up while I go get our neighbour? I'm just too excited to wait."

"Of course! We'll have everything prepared in a jiffy!" Sally exclaimed, jumpstarting the task and immediately organizing the items on the blanket. Julie joined in, working at the same pace as her.

"Thank you so much! I'll see you all soon. I love you!" Wally waved to them, setting off to your home with an overjoyed feeling in his body. He felt so lucky to have friends like them.

Your home wasn't too far from the picnic site, only a few minutes away, so Wally got there pretty early. He told you earlier that he would probably finish up by noon. By now, according to the town clock, it was about 11:30pm. Though a few minutes definitely passed after Wally's struggle to remember how to read the clock in the first place.

Wally stood in front of the door to your home, ready to knock before hearing a quiet melody. Curiously, he turned his head to the source of the noise, which appeared to be coming from a nearby open window.

He hummed and looked away. Wouldn't it be rude to take a look inside? This place was your privacy, so maybe it was best to ignore it.

Another melodic tune began to ring out quietly, followed by the deafening tone of piano keys being smashed rather aggressively. "Oh dear..." Wally refused to look through your window. That would be unneighbourly!

Then he heard groaning and began to grow worried. Maybe just a peek. For your safety. Definitely.

He followed intuition and looked through the window, his eyes searching rapidly for the source of all the noise. His gaze happened upon you. You were sitting at the piano, holding what looked to be a journal and a pencil.

You were grumbling to yourself and writing angrily in the book, but other than that, you seemed to be doing relatively well. Perhaps you were just experimenting with new sounds. Wally's suspicions began to die down, and he would have left it at that, but before he could turn away, you did something completely unexpected.

Once you cleared your throat and placed your journal down, you began to press numerous keys, getting acquainted with the feeling before you began to play what sounded like an actual song.

Your fingers gingerly glided across the piano, leaving Wally entranced and more breathless than he already was. If he had a pulse, he was sure it would be beating critically by now.

He blinked, dumbfounded. Not about the fact that you were talented, but of the fact that you had kept this a secret for so long. He couldn't fathom why someone would hide such a gift.

Then another surprise emerged. Not from your movements, but from your voice. You began to sing! He nearly tripped himself inside your home, not realizing how far he was leaning into your window. He held onto the frame, his mouth agape from the sheer astonishment you managed to succumb him to.

He could only make out a few words from so far away. "If I could begin to be...... I could do about anything...... Could even learn how to love like you...." You continued on with the song, putting all the focus you could on playing the right keys. It was hard to concentrate when you sang and played at the same time, which was why you were practicing in the first place.

You didn't want to necessarily practice for anybody but yourself. You never planned on anyone hearing your singing, mainly because of how embarrassing and distracting it felt. It would most definitely make you mess up, which would only be more humiliating for you in the end.

You weren't a professional, and honestly, you were okay with that. As long as you could finish the song at all, you would be just fine. The accomplishing feeling was worth much more than the sound of cheers. You steadied your breathing and began to focus on your singing a little.

Meanwhile, Wally was lost in thought, watching you with a dreamy gaze. He absolutely adored you. He was so proud knowing he had a friend who could do so many beautiful things. He so badly wanted to learn this song so he could sing with you. He wanted to praise you right there and then, but he knew it was probably not the best idea.

He leaned on the window frame, crossing his arms and watching you intently. He was baffled, feeling himself just melt into the mixture of sounds you were creating right before his eyes. He sighed and closed his eyes, falling into the deepest state of peace he's ever had in Home.

He loved the concocting mix of your voice and the piano. The sounds succesfully meshed to create a hum that reverberated off the walls and vibrated the glasses around you, which, in turn, created what sounded like an extra voice. Angelic!

Then you did something else totally unexpected!

There was the tiniest note out of place, which was proceeded by the loudest smash of keys Wally's ever heard. Mortified, he opened his eyes and looked up at your figure.

You were frustrated with yourself. You were doing great, but you just had to take your attention away from the piano, didn't you? You groaned and rubbed your forehead. You'd been practicing for a while now, so maybe now would be the best time for a break.

You turned your body and got up from your seat. Water sounded good right about now.

Wally didn't have enough time to react before you laid your eyes upon the window. Panicked, he flopped down on the ground, feeling himself heat up. He wasn't sure if he had the capability to blush, but if he did, he was definitely doing it now.

At first you were shocked by the sight of Wally, but even moreso when he launched himself back from the window???? You hurridly rushed towards the opening and looked down at the ground. There he was.

"Wally?? What are you doing here??" You asked, observing as his felty face began to grow a few shades darker. He chuckled nervously and sat up quickly.

"Well.. Erm..."

"Wait there! Let me help you," you interrupted, making your way outside as hastily as you could. You grabbed his hand and led him in your home, helping him dust off some of the grass that seemed to have stuck to him when he threw himself back.

You invited him to sit at your dining room table, grabbing two glasses of water and placing one in front of him as an offering. He seemed to just stare at it quizically. Oh wait, did he drink water? Now that you thought about it, you don't think you've ever seen him consume anything.

But as you snapped yourself away from your thoughts, you found the water to be gone. Oh. The cup was too. Did he eat it? Maybe it was a puppet thing???

"I'm so sorry for my actions, neighbour," Wally started, staring up at you with dejected eyes. "I was going to knock on your door so I could escort you to the picnic, but I guess I got a little curious. I shouldn't have looked through your window. That was very uncouth of me." He hung his head low, expecting you reprimand him for his actions or get angry, but much to his surprise, you just laughed.

"Oh, Wally. You don't have to apologize. I would have gotten a little interested, too, if I heard all that noise I was making," you stated, laying a hand on his shoulder. "Besides, I wouldn't have minded having you listen to me. I can always depend on you to be kind and unjudgemental." You took a sip of your water, reassuring him with a smile. "I should be the one apologizing to you, in all honesty. All that key smashing was probably very... erm... unsurprising, to say the least." You gave out another laugh, Wally doing the same.

"Well, I must say, I just love your singing. It was gracious," he admitted, making you feel gaucherie-like. It wasn't unlike him to compliment you, even for the smallest of things, but you always knew he was genuine. It was refreshing to hear that he liked something so personal about you. "I could listen to you all day, really." His eyes had a glaze to them that you couldn't understand the meaning of, but it made your heart pump.

"Thank you, Wally. That means a lot to me," you replied, grinning proudly. He nodded and got up from his seat.

"Well, we should probably be heading to the picnic now. I wouldn't want everyone else to worry haha!" He pushed his chair in and offered his hand out to you, which you did take, but you had to admit you were a little bashful while doing so.

You both headed out, only stopping once for Wally to ask if he could hear you play sometime.

"Of course!" You responded cheerfully, feeling bubbly from his excited expression afterwards.

"Then it's a date!"

End

End notes: Haha, in the end I guess it was more on the romatic side. I might write a oneshot for the 'date' and the picnic as well if anyone wants that. I had fun writing the transitions between the characters, and in my personal opinion, this oneshot was a little funky, but hey, that's fine! I liked writing it! Thanks for your request! I appreciate your amazing idea!Sorry if it's not what you completely had in mind!

Another note: this is what I imagine he looked like when listening to you sing. I'm not the best artist, but I do try >:]

[makerofmadness]

ok so what the hell is the legal drinking age in earthbread man like. So I was thinking I would finally have to take the L on the "how fudging old is Alchemist Cookie" thing because Witch's Castle has that side story where she botches an experiment and it basically causes her to act like her brother. Including the alcoholism. (Tbh it is like my favorite special story in the game like part of that is 'cus of favorite character bias but also it ends really sweetly like WC is just really good for grape siblings fans in general they get a lot of content-). So I was like "okay then she has to be at least 19 if we assume the drinking age would line up with the real world/country the game is from. I can take an L I thought she was younger than that but I was wrong" BUT THEN FOR GINGERBRAVE'S BIRTHDAY WE GET THIS:

WIZARD IS A CONFIRMED CHILD THO????

Basically this is like really ancient shxt but like there was something called I think the Junior Cookie Challenge once where basically 9 kid characters gave you missions and WIZARD WAS ONE OF THEM

This is the picture I could find but like. Yeah Wizard's definitely a kid then. (I think this event happened before certain characters were even a thing including Alchemist when I checked the dates so like I have no idea if the characters were like limited for a reason or if this was all the kid characters in the game at the time but regardless I'm. Fubkign. Top 10 questions science can't answer Number 1: how fubkign old is Alchemist Cookie- like I'm guessing she just wasn't designed with a particular age in mind let's be real here-)

but like.

If Wizard can drink then like what is the legal drinking age on Earthbread man like-??????????

EDIT: I looked at the dates wrong/was thinking of when Alchemist existed in Ovenbreak I think and not in LINE (Alchemist was released like years before this event I think)... but then I ran into SOMETHING ELSE that throws a wrench in the works and by that I mean:

so DEVIL COOKIE ALSO existed before this event and yet was excluded but they're like. Really obviously a kid ESPECIALLY as of Witch's Castle (fudging. Three words: Crayon Doodle Set [literally their room decor includes a set of fudging crayola or some shxt like. I think it's obvious what impression we're supposed to get of them like obviously I don't think crayons should be locked off to only kids but like traditionally they're kinda thought of like a kids thing and Devil isn't like. Artistic-themed so to inexplicably have them... you can tell what's being communicated y'know?-) (and like I think Devil being the same age as Angel kinda. Is obvious-).

So the Junior challenge thing pretty much confirms nothing as to which characters AREN'T kids. Just which characters ARE kids. Frickin' almost had it and then lost it again-

Edit again: I also discovered that. Cream Puff existed during the time the Junior Cookie Challenge ran. And yet she wasn't in that. But now they're running kinda a sequel to that in Kakao Cookie Run and she's in THAT. So basically yeah it was never exhaustive 100% frickin' I'm going insane I'm having like two people debating with me (peacefully thankfully) over if Wizard's not actually drinking something alcoholic but like what is he drinking we don't know it could be anything but like he has a wine glass they could've given him a normal glass but they gave the kid a wine glass and we all have to suffer the consequences they didn't even put like a bowl of fruit punch on the table or anything just to say "haha he's just drinking this don't worry he's just a silly little guy :3" no they left the door wide open for us to at least ASSUME if it's not CONFIRMED by this that he's fudging destroying his nonexistent liver at the ripe old age of Child idk it's 2:22am as of me writing this

Too many edits: I need like a dedicated guide on what juice is and isn't meant to be alcohol in this universe because apparently the wizard art is like a reused asset from something about Hollyberry so like. But I know at least half the juice there is treated like alcoholic shxt too looking at some of the dialogue or like I'm mainly thinking of like wildberry's dialogue I think so. frickin'

another thing I realize is that. Alchemist drinking was because her personality got altered she wasn't like In Public. And... look I love Vampire but he isn't like the most responsible guy let's be real and like. Frickin' even can I just get like whether or not she has a diploma or anything please just anything like... ok I know that old as hell personality quiz calls her a "picky model student" so she's probably still in school but like where in school is she is she in high school of college or like. I would've placed her around cream puff's age before all of this but I don't know anymore y'know can someone help me?????- (she probably just wasn't designed with one in mind I'm doing all of this for nothing this is the definition of insanity frickin'-)

FINAL EDIT HOPEFULLY: ok I finally have an answer just like after talking to my bigger cr nerd friend uh. Basically the I Want You Every Day music video gives us definite footage of children drinking:

Screenshots courtesy of @void-the-bear (said friend)

Gingerbrave and Cream Puff are drinking the exact same drinks as the adults and these drinks literally look the same as what Sparkling holds in his goddamn sprites

Like you can see the bubbles in some shots it's the same drink it's frickin' champagne-but-we-can't-call-it-that-because-it's-a-kid's-game

But like there is an official short of Sparkling like. Not being able to serve Custard III I think because he's too young???? So uh.

basically the drinking age in Earthbread is "younger than Gingerbrave but older than Custard III" thank you for coming to my TED Talk (fudging. Finally have an answer though at least I think please tell me they didn't try to call this lemonade or something somewhere not the lemonade anything but the lemonade don't make me have a headache again PLEASE-)

[starly-amazing]

You wouldn't download a v— (Siffrin would)

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

After the events of In Stars and Time. Siffrin finally finds the time and courage to try crafting their body. As it starts to become something he's more comfortable in, he gathers the courage to ask Isabeau for a hand with "testing" a few things.

Tags: AMAB Siffrin, Bodycrafting, Transitioning, Gender Dysphoria/Euphoria, Hand Jobs, Fingering, T4T, Body Positivity, Scars, First Time, Asexual Intimacy (sort of), No Beta We Die Like Siffrin

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"Hey, Isa."

"Hmm?" Isabeau looks up from his work stitching together another hole in one of Bonnie's shirts.

Siffrin stands in the doorway of their temporary residence and grips a large book tightly in his hands. They are wearing only their thin shirt and pants. He is trembling, but not because of a chill.

"Sif? What's wrong, are you okay?" Isabeau rushes over, nearly knocking his chair over in the process.

"I'm fine! I just uh—" They hide their darkening face behind the book. Isabeau can barely make out the word Bodycraft on the cover under Siffrin's vice grip. Their voice is shaking. "I have an uh—" Their voice quiets to almost a whisper. "A request?"

"A request?" Isabeau lets out a stiff sigh and smiles. "You want some bodycrafting advice? I can help with that! Well, somewhat, since I went the uh...other way, haha. Odile might have more insight if you're both comfortable talking about it. But I can help if you're not! I'm not sure how much of what I learned is relevant to you but there's always a lot of shared steps and we can brainstorm together if there's something confusing, too!"

Siffrin hides even further. "N-no not advice, it's more of a uhhh...physical request."

"Oh! Sure, do you need me to get you something?"

Siffrin shakes their head.

"Sif?" His smile starts to fade.

Siffrin's knees feel weak so he drops himself down on their messy, shared bed in the corner. They open the book to a page with many clinical-looking diagrams and nearly smack Isabeau in the face with it. He jumps out of the way just in time and takes it in his large hands.

"Oh, did it not come with everything you need?

Siffrin's face grows hotter. "No, it came with everything—I just—" He bites his lip and breathes out. "Well, the books say it needs to be...stretched."

"Haha, yeah. It sort of needs to be worked like...clay. I guess. Well, sort of." He leans his cheek on his hand and stares off into space. "It'd be nice if it could be as quick as making something out of clay. But anyway it's a lot faster than before. You know just a hundred years ago it was almost entirely impossible. It could take years to get anything even close to what you wanted. And oof, have you seen the tools you had to use?" He shudders. "They looked like torture devices! I'd probably still do it because I feel so much better now that I think it's st—"

"Isa." His voice is trembling. His face is burning.

"Yeah, Sif?" He tilts his head. He wears an inquisitive half-smile on his face.

"I want you to do it."

Isabeau looks at Siffrin with the same expression for a long moment. He blinks. Once. Twice.

"Me?"

Siffrin nods.

"You want me...to..."

"Stretch me."

Isabeau blinks again.

"I mean if you don't want to it's o—"

"OF COURSE I DO!" Isabeau yelps then covers his mouth with both hands. Siffrin can already feel the heat radiating off his darkened cheeks. "Sif! I would love to help! I just—wow! I did not expect this but I absolutely would love to help you with this. And I—hold on." He turns tail and shoves his supplies unceremoniously on the desk and rushes to the bathroom. Siffrin hears frantic washing and brushing from inside and he emerges a minute later in his comfortable clothes with his hair slicked back and hands freshly scrubbed. They bite back a laugh.  

"Okay, I'm ready!" He gasps and his eyes widen. Siffrin smells a strong scent of mint on Isabeau's breath. "Wait, you meant now right? Because if you meant later that's fine I can—"

"Yes, now," Siffrin nods.

"Okay!" Isabeau tries to pace himself on the way to the bed and settles a few inches from Siffrin.

"Okay, okay." Isabeau pauses.

"Okay," Siffrin repeats in the same tone.

"Okay."

"Okay."

They both chuckle nervously and stare down at the book.

"So," Siffrin begins.

"So," Isabeau repeats.

"It says basically um...stick something inside and kind of...you know." He puts his hands together and pulls them apart in front of them.

"That seems pretty straightforward," Isabeau chuckles. "I can help with that easy. But first." He puts his hand on Siffrin's and bores his gaze into them. "You really want me to do this? Like, genuinely, want this?"

Siffrin nods and picks at the corner of the book. "I'm really...curious now." His voice is low. "Now that I've started Changing. I kinda wanna know what it's like. To be...t-touched."

Isabeau leans forward and brushes their messy hair from their eyes. He holds their face up to look him in the eye again. He studies them for a moment, looking deep into them as if trying to pull an answers right from their soul.

"Okay," he whispers and smiles.

"Okay, okay." Siffrin sticks their tongue out.

"Oh, shush you." Isabeau pokes them on the nose. They pull away, giggling.

"O—alright, let's get started then?" He shifts himself a bit. "Do we need anything else?"

Siffrin procures a bottle of lubricant from one of their many pockets. The others had been recently emptied and cleaned so there's nothing to get in their way. They cover the bed with an unnecessary amount of towels and settle in the middle.

"It says it might get messy so..." He gestures at Isabeau to sit next to him and he obliges. They're both silent for a while.

"Soooooo..." Siffrin finally coughs. He reaches for the hem of Isabeau's pants and begins to tug it down.

Isabeau jumps back. "Whoa, whoa! Sif let's just try fingers first! I don't want to rip you apart haha." He squeaks and looks up at the ceiling. "I mean I'm not saying I'm massive or anything but y'know I made sure I'm...a bit above average and it might be too much at first. N-not that I'm against it if it does fit and you want to but—"

"Isa."

"Eep! Yes?"

"I'm—okay with," they cover their face with their hat, "t-trying anything."

"Are you sure?" Isabeau gently pulls the hat away to look Siffrin in the eye. "Like, really, really sure?" He cups his large hand on their cheek and rubs his thumb right below the mottled scar where their left eye used to be.

Siffrin leans into his touch. Isabeau is already sweaty. Gross. But comforting.

Siffrin nods.

"Like really really really sure?"

"Isa."

"I mean it, Sif." He cups Siffrin's other cheek and raises their head to look at him. "I want you to promise me you're doing this because you want to. Not because you think I want it. I mean, I do want this but," he coughs, "you know what I mean." His cheeks grow dark and he looks away briefly.

"I promise," Siffrin smiles and places his small hands over Isabeau's. They lazily run their finger over a bit of chipped nail polish.

Isabeau lets out a soft sigh with a smile. "And promise me you'll tell me to stop if it gets too much for you. Promise. The instructions say it will be mildly uncomfortable at worst but it shouldn't hurt."

"What if I want it to hurt?" Siffrin smirks and sticks out their tongue.

Isabeau lets out an inhuman sputtering sound and nearly crushes Siffrin's face between his hands. If they were a lesser fella that hadn't been leveling up with hundreds of loops they might not have survived that. "I-I-I mmmmean if you find out you're into that THEN I could maybe help with that one day, buuuuuut."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. In, and out. He slowly opens them and meets Siffrin's gaze again. "We should probably play it safe now. Not just because I want you to be comfortable, but early stages in bodycrafting can be delicate. Oh, and also, well, I'm not sure in your case but for me, it felt more... strange...than good when I was first working...mine...to be bigger." His face continues to darken. The sweat from his hands reaches an intensity that Siffrin has to pull them away and wipe them on Isabeau's shirt.

"Sorry, Siffarooni! I can't help it!" He furiously wipes them dry and reaches for Siffrin's face again but they direct his hands to their shoulders instead.

"It is kinda gross but it's also nice that I'm...worth so much...sweat."

"Haha, ew. But thanks, I guess?"

Siffrin giggles and works his fingers through Isabeau's. He squeezes down on their shoulders and Siffrin lets himself relax into the deep pressure. They close their eye and exhale.

"Anyway," Isabeau coughs. "How do you want to do this?"

"I uh—oh..." Siffrin sits back and thinks. "I don't know."

Isabeau chuckles. "Well, how about a little Isabeau touch therapy to start?"

Siffrin matches his laugh. "Okay." He leans back against the wall. Isabeau climbs in and places his knees on either side of Siffrin's.

"It might be easier if you're relaxed and...aroused. Do you know if you can get w-wet on your own?"

"Wet? Oh like—not really yet. That's what this is for." Siffrin shakes the bottle of lube.

Isabeau nods with a hum. "I'm going to start with your shoulders, okay?"

Siffrin nods and leans against the wall. They close their eye and breathe out as Isabeau presses his palms against his body. His fingers wrap around their arms. So warm.

"Up or down?"

Siffrin thinks for a moment. "Up." They can go for some face touches first.

Isabeau slides his hands toward Siffrin's neck, pressing down every inch or so. They sigh as he wraps his hands lightly around their throat and presses his thumbs into the space between his collarbones just a bit.

It makes no sense to them how being in such a vulnerable position—with Isabeau's large hands wrapped around something so delicate and important—could make them feel so...safe. Secure.

Knowing that, despite being so much larger and—well, until recently, stronger—there's no way he would ever do anything to harm or endanger them.

But maybe he wants him to squeeze a little harder. Just a little. Or a lot...maybe.

Siffrin bites their lip. Hmm. Now's not the best time to be thinking about some unrelated budding kink when there's something more important and pressing to work on.

He files that thought away to unpack later.

Isabeau moves up and around their cheeks. The sudden chill air against their exposed throat makes them shiver. They place their hands on top of Isabeau's.

"Feeling okay, Sif?"

They nod with a sigh and look at him with their eye half open.

"Tell me about what you're working on?"

Isabeau threads his fingers through Siffrin's hair. "Uh, you? Touch therapy?"

Siffrin gives them a look. "No, I mean over there." They nod to the pile of fabric and supplies on the desk.

"Ohhhhhhhh, haha." Isabeau tilts his head to the side and shifts his gaze away. Siffrin snorts. "It's nothing much, just trying to fix Bonnie's shirt after they got stuck in the tree chasing squirrels." He tugs at their hair and brushes out a few tangles with his fingers.

He continues talking about his ideas for sprucing up the shirt and a few other projects he has in mind for the others. His movements get more fluid and automatic and soon he's working his way back down Siffrin's body. Neck, shoulders, a squeeze on the arms, and then a slide to his chest. Siffrin's breath catches in their throat as Isabeau presses his palms to their small, but growing breasts. They hide their shock away so as not to discourage him from continuing. They don't feel like taking the time to convince him he's fine with it if he begins to worry.

They just want to feel his hands on them.

They just want to feel his hands in them.

Isabeau reaches their hips and pauses. His thumbs press lightly on the bit of exposed skin above the hem of their pants.

They look at each other.

Siffrin worries their lip in their teeth and nods.

Isabeau works the tips of his fingers under the fabric. He looks at Siffrin again, studying his expression.

They nod again and lift up their hips. They give a reassuring smile, place one hand on Isabeau's, and begin to guide him. Together they pull down his pants. He pauses as everything between their legs is exposed.

They breathe in, and out, then swiftly pulls their pants down around his knees. It takes another moment but they manage to squirm around to kick them off entirely.

They sit there and watch Isabeau for his reaction.

Isabeau looks down. Siffrin can't. It's still too soon—too new to want to see their Change, though they know they'll have to look eventually. They focus on his face instead. It's neutral and doesn't betray anything.

"I know—" their voice cracks. They swallow to wet their throat. "I know it looks weird, but—"

"Well, yeah, that's pretty normal to be weird. Haha."

Siffrin grips their shoulder and shrinks in on themself.

"No no, Sif I didn't mean that in a bad way." He rests his hand on their bare knee and rubs a small scar with his thumb. "It's always going to look weird and different to you while you're Changing. You shoulda seen mine after the first month. Whew, it was like a—" He squeezes his lips shut. "actually I don't want to think about that right now. I just mean—" He squeezes their hips a bit. "You look fine now and you'll look fine when you've finished Changing. And in the end, I don't care how you look. You could have a pine cone down there and I'd still love you just the—"

"A PINE CONE?" Siffrin snorts and covers their mouth with both hands as they explode with laughter.

Oh no. Not again. They try to stop but they just can't. If they haven't scared him away with his weird, half-junk they're gonna do it now with their weird extra laughter.

But Isabeau simply snorts and joins in.

Oh no. He's adorable. The way he lights up. The way his eyes sparkle. The way his cheeks dimple.

Siffrin feels tears forming in his eye.

Isabeau wipes his nose. "Hahah yeah, or a pine-APPLE!" It hits Siffrin with another bout of laughter.

"Nooo! Then I'd be allergic to my own junk! Sounds blinding awful!" Siffrin wipes tears from their eye. "Isa, why was that your first thought?"

"I don't know!" He snorts. "I was just trying to think of something vaguely, you know, shaped." He scratches at the back of his neck and looks away.

Siffrin coughs a few times and evens out his breathing. He opens his mouth to speak and is hit with another bout of laughter. "Pinecone. Haha. Pine...is."

Isabeau sputters and they both devolve back into giggling schoolkids.

"Okay, okay," Siffrin breathes, chest heaving. "We're getting distracted."

Isabeau nods and has one more chuckle. "Well, I hope that made you feel better." Isabeau squeezes their thigh.

"It made me feel something, at least," Siffrin sighs. They bite their lip and steel themself before looking down between their legs.

"I guess it does look less weird than a pine cone," they shrug then look away again.

"That's the spirit!" He beams and presses his forehead to Siffrin's. They close their eyes together and breathe in sync. His voice evens out. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Mhm," Siffrin nods. They take another breath and open their legs more.

"You relaxed and comfortable?"

They nod again.

Isabeau reaches forward. The entrance to Siffrin's new vagina is covered by their small penis. Day by day as Siffrin crafts their body, the flesh slowly shifts to create something that feels more right, for them. As incomplete and strange as it feels, they can't help but feel a little proud of how far they've already come with it.

Maybe someday soon they won't feel so uncomfortable looking at themself.

Isabeau's hand stops an inch away and he looks into Siffrin's eye for directions. They nod and lean back a bit more.

Isabeau takes the length gently in his hand and moves it out of the way. He presses it against their leg and holds it there.

He breaths in, and out and places his other hand on the inside of Siffrin's thigh with his thumb and index finger right outside their entrance. Siffrin's breathing quickens and they grip the sheets tightly.

"You okay Sif?"

Siffrin nods. "Mmm, yeah. Just nerves."

Isabeau leans forward silently with a raised eyebrow.

"I promise," they smile.

"Okay," Isabeau smiles back. He takes Siffrin's hand and places it over their penis. "You're gonna have to hold it I might need both of my hands for this."

Siffrin nods and covers it completely with their palm far out of Isabeau's way.

Isabeau takes the bottle of lube and pours a generous amount onto his hand. He takes some onto his two fingers and reaches for Siffrin's entrance.

"Are you ready?"

Siffrin nods, wide-eyed. He's already trembling—in anticipation, fear, excitement, or something else, he's not sure.

Isabeau senses this and leans forward to press his forehead against Siffrin's. Just that is enough to quell his trembling a bit.

"Breathe with me?" Isabeau closes his eyes and breathes in deeply, holds it, and exhales. Siffrin does the same and matches his breaths perfectly. Each exhale blows out waves of anxiety and soon they find themself about as relaxed as they can be considering...well...everything.

Siffrin places a hand on Isabeau's forearm.

"Okay, I'm going to apply the lube first." He reaches forward and slides his index finger around their entrance—not quite going in yet.

"You okay?"

Siffrin nods and gives his forearm an affirmative pat.

Isabeau continues. He applies another finger-full, this time dipping the tip a little bit more into Siffrin's hole. Siffrin squeezes his arm again, gentler this time. He lets out a shaky breath and smiles.

"Okay, I'm going to start with one finger."

Siffrin nods and opens his legs more. Isabeau wipes the remaining lube off his palm and presses it to the inside of Siffrin's thigh. He takes his index finger and slowly, while watching Siffrin's face like a hawk, slides it inside. He pauses at the first knuckle.

Siffrin sucks in a sharp breath at the sensation. The lube has a cool tingle in contrast to the almost intense heat of Isabeau's finger. They relax and squeeze Isabeau's arm.

"You okay?" He breathes.

Siffrin nods and squeezes again.

"No pain?"

They shake their head. "Just new." They move their hips forward a little.

Isabeau smiles and slides into the next knuckle. Siffrin is able to keep their composure this time. They close their eye and focus on the sensation. He gives another nod when Isabeau pauses again.

He works his way in a little more until he feels something stopping him.

"Ah, I think that's the end already." He squeezes their thigh. "How are you now?"

Siffrin squeezes back. "Good." They look at him with a soft smile. "Thank you."

"Of course! Oh, crab what did the directions say next?"

Siffrin blinks. "Uh, I think just press around the sides until it gets wider."

Isabeau hums in acknowledgment and pushes outward just a bit. Siffrin gasps at the stretch and Isabeau shifts his hand around to push against another area. It's hot—almost too hot, but cool and warm and tingly at the same time. He's not sure if it feels good per se, but—

Siffrin lets out a soft moan.

But it's Isabeau, after all. They squeeze his forearm a few times and look at him with a half-lidded eye.

"How do you feel?"

"Strange. But not bad strange."

"Keep going?"

They nod and move themself closer.

He keeps pushing and shifting methodically. Press, hold for a few seconds, slide just a little to the side, repeat.

When Isabeau makes a full rotation Siffrin finds themself sweating almost as much as his much better half. His breathing is already labored but he won't stop squeezing on his forearm to keep him going.

"Does it feel any different?"

"A bit, I think?" He sways his hips and stretches his legs. "Like, I think your finger is deeper than when we started. And...stretchier, I think."

Isabeau smiles at that. "Want to try another finger?"

Siffrin thinks for a moment, then nods. They bite their lip and dig their heels into the bedding as Isabeau applies more lube to his next digit.

"Ready?"

Siffrin nods. Isabeau slides in a little faster this time. It feels similar to the other with a bit more pressure. Still warm. Still cold. Still tingly.

"Mmm," Siffrin hums. They can feel the stretch as the craft magic works its charm. It's starting to feel almost good, even.

Almost.

Isabeau curls a knuckle.

"Ah." He jumps back a bit and tenses his thighs. A mild but sharp pain flashes through him.

"Too much?" Isabeau freezes.

"No, uh—" he bites his lip. You promised. "Yeah too much."

He slides his fingers out. "Sorry," he mumbles. "Do—"

"Nnf, wait no put them back." They grab at his hand and guide it back to his entrance. Isabeau struggles to relax the fist he made. "Just a bit slower."

"Okay," Isabeau smiles. He works his index finger back in and presses gently at the tender walls. Siffrin closes their eye again and spreads their legs out a bit more. Isabeau tugs them forward by their hair and presses a kiss right below his scar. "Thank you, for telling me."

Siffrin's cheeks grow hot again. They can only nod and grunt in acknowledgment.

He starts again, a bit slower this time, making sure not to bend his fingers too much. Just a gentle push here and there. Stretching. Feeling. Testing.

It's nice.

Not so much physically, but just—

Being surrounded by someone so wonderful. So caring. So gentle and cautious and—

It's almost too much to handle.

"Whoa, Sif what's wrong?" Isabeau gasps and pulls back. Siffrin grunts at the sudden emptiness.

"Huh?" They tilt their head in confusion and then feel it. A tear rolling down their cheek. They wipe it away and look at their hand. Another one rolls down and drips onto their shirt. They wipe again but more keep pouring out.

"I—don't know." Their shoulders shake in a silent sob.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" Siffrin feels Isabeau's hand tremble against his thigh. His breathing quickens. "Please Sif you promised."

"Nono, it's not that. It doesn't hurt or anything, I super promise. It's just..." Siffrin sniffles and wipes their face with their sleeve. "You're just being so nice and gentle and..." He lets out a small whine and covers their eyes with their forearm.

"I was thinking about that and—I don't know. They're not bad tears, I promise. You just make me feel..." He thinks about the next word for a moment. " Safe. " He presses his forehead against Isabeau's broad shoulder. " Home." They wrap their free arm around his back and pull him closer.

"I love you, Isabeau."

Isabeau's lip quivers and he breaks out into a lopsided smile. "Aww, Sif. You love me so much it makes you cry?" Isabeau bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut. "Aww, stars you're gonna make me cry too!"

Siffrin lets out a sniffly chuckle. Isabeau presses his lips to the top of their head.

"I love you too, Siffrin."

"Mmm," he hums and brings his other arm around his partner's back.

Warm. He holds him tight and lets the tears flow freely.

He feels something wet seep into the back of his shirt.

"Oh, eww Isa did you not wipe your hand?"

"Oh, nooo! Sif I'm sorry! I was too distracted with the emotions!" He pulls back and wipes his fingers furiously on the towel.

Without thinking, Siffrin pulls their shirt off in one fluid motion and tosses it onto the floor. The cool air of the room hits their bare chest and they shudder at the sudden exposure.

Isabeau looks up and pauses. Siffrin is half tempted to cover up with something, but they stop. They relax. They let Isabeau take in the entirety of their form.

He looks at their chest and their breasts just beginning to form, then slowly his gaze travels up and meets their eye. He reaches out and tilts his head.

Siffrin gives a short nod. Isabeau nods in return and places his palm right below their breast. He wipes his other hand once more for good measure and brings it up to their other.

So warm.

Siffrin takes Isabeau's left hand, guides it just a bit higher, and lets his fingers sink into his soft skin just a bit. Isabeau gives it a gentle squeeze which elicits a soft hum from their throat. They close their eye and let him explore their chest at his own cautious pace.

His thumb brushes an old scar below their neck that they don't even remember the origin of. He leans forward and brushes his lips against it, then looks up to Siffrin and tilts his head.

They bite their lip and nod.

With a smile, Isabeau plants another soft kiss just below the scar, and another lower, and lower. He sinks into the soft fat and pauses when he feels their nipple.

Siffrin sighs and wraps their arm around Isabeau's head. They hold him there. He doesn't protest.

"Sif?" he questions after a moment.

"Hm?"

"I can't move."

"Oh." He releases his grip. "Sorry."

Isabeau chuckles and kisses their nipple before moving on to the next one. His hands continue exploring the rest of their body.

Every scar and blemish makes him pause. He takes his time to be delicate and show his affection for all the little imperfections on Siffrin's body.

There are sure a lot of them.

They feel themself beginning to tense as Isabeau slides his fingers across a large, flat scar Siffrin quite frankly is embarrassed to admit the origin of.

They grab the hem of Isabeau's shirt and tug at it. He sits back and looks at them before taking their hands and helps them slip it off.

They let it flutter down on top of Siffrin's.

He sits back. He's seen Isabeau's bare chest before but never really in this context before.

The fighter is scarred too. Not as much as they are, but still.

Siffrin reaches to touch one he got from battling the King.

They frown and mold their palm against his skin.

To think he had this bleeding under his clothes when Siffrin—

"Sif." Isabeau's soft but firm voice made him jump.

"Huh?" They pull back and hold their hand to their chest.

"It's okay." He takes their hand and places it back on the scar. They bite their lip and run their thumb around the edges. "I would do it again in a heartbeat to save you."

Siffrin bites down harder.

"I mean it, Siffrin." He takes their chin between his thumb and forefinger and makes them look into his eyes. "You mean so so so much to me. This is nothing." He brushes a finger lightly across their scarred eye. "And I know you'd do the same for me."

Siffrin bites back a sob and nods. Isabeau plants a soft kiss on the scar and pulls back.

"Now c'mon. We're just getting started here!" His big, goofy smile is back which helps ease Siffrin back into the mood. He takes their hand and places it on another scar Siffrin wasn't familiar with.

"I got this one in my first week of Defender training while getting a cat out of a tree. She fell right on me when my partner tried to climb up and grab her."

Siffrin snorts. Isabeau moves their hand to another scar.

"Oh and this one I'm very not proud of," he whines. "There was a bee flying around during a lunch out with my old team and I tried to smack it when I still had my fork in my hand."

"Isaaaaaa." Siffrin giggles.

"Hey, I was lucky everyone was trained in first aid but they all had to stop and laugh a bit before giving me any."

"How rude! I would give you first aid right away." Siffrin starts to smirk. "Might laugh while giving it to you though."

"Sif!"

"I'm kidding!" They poke their tongue out at him. Isabeau pokes his out further and winks.

He takes Siffrin's hand and moves it up to the two identical long scars a little below his nipples.

"And these here are the ones I'm most proud of!" he beams. Siffrin can't help but smile too. "They're a reminder of a victorious battle of sorts to become who I am today. To become someone I'm proud to be."

"Someone I'm proud of, too," Siffrin hums. Isabeau's face grows dark again and he covers his face to squeal.

Siffrin puts their other hand on Isabeau's soft, but firm stomach. He looks over his hands and tilts his head curiously.

Siffrin, too, starts growing curious. Now that they're beginning to be more comfortable with their own body, then maybe...

"Hey, Isa." They pause; their fingers brush against the bit of hair that peeks up above his hemline. They glance up and Iseabeau's eyes widen.

"Y-yeah?"

"Can I try the uh—" He makes a stiff motion with one fist. "With the other thing you're p-proud of?"

He watches as Isabeau's face cycles through multiple emotions. Uncertainty creeps in and he starts to pull his hand back until Isabeau begins nodding furiously. There are tears in his eyes.

Cute.

"Please," he squeaks in an unnaturally high pitch. "Please, if you want, yes please I'd love that, please! B-but only if you're really okay with it!"

Siffrin snorts and places his hand back right above his pants.

Just to try. Just to know what it's like and to see Isabeau fall apart at the seams for him.

Breathe in. And out.

They press down and slide their fingers between the fabric and his soft skin. They roll some of his coarse hair between their fingers for a bit before continuing down.

Isabeau's breathing quickens and he shifts himself around for easier access...and to keep from falling off the bed if things get too heated.

He leans back and props himself up with his back to the wall.

Siffrin waits for a nod before he slides his fingers along the base of Isabeau's cock.

He moans immediately, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping the towels tightly. Siffrin smirks and starts running his fingers along the shaft. They take in the textures of his skin and the little whines that are already escaping from his mouth.

This won't be hard at all.

Heh. Hard. It definitely is going to be hard.

They bite back a laugh.

Focus.

His fingers wrap around the length. They can feel the blood pumping through it keeping it hard and delightfully grabbable.

It feels weird. But not weird like their own. Just different. Not wrong.

Definitely larger, though.

"So should I just—" He gives it a few light pumps and Isabeau squeaks higher than Siffrin expected he could.

"Yeah, Basically." He tilts his head and looks Siffrin in the eye. "Wait. You've touched yourself before right?" He looks almost concerned.

"Oh, yeah, a few times. It felt...bad, but good. Wrong. I guess. Like physically it was, kinda good but also everything else didn't feel right."

Isabeau nods knowingly. "Yeah. That's kind of what I felt too. It took longer for me to Change back then; things weren't as easy as they are now. It's kind of wild how it's not even been ten years and now it'll take just a fraction of the time I did to Change."

Siffrin looks away. "I guess I'm lucky I'm doing it now. But also I wis—would have been nice to have been able to try things before."

"Yeah," Isabeau nods. "I think we all do. But you know what they say; the best time was years ago but the second best time is right now."

Siffrin clenches their fists. Isabeau lets out another squeak which reminds them they still have his cock in their hand.

"Sorry!" They let go but Isabeau's hand is on top of theirs in an instant and presses it back around his dick.

"It's okay. Oh, uh. Only if you want to." He lets go but Siffrin doesn't pull back. They chuckle softly and begin stroking.

Slowly. Gently. At first. But it doesn't take many soft sounds from Isabeau to spur them on more. They quicken their pace and lean into him.

"Yeahhh, just like that, Sifffffffrin." He wraps his arms around their shoulders and pulls them even closer. They have barely enough room to even move their arm. It doesn't stop them. Isabeau is too important to let silly physics get in the way of his happiness.

Isabeau keeps breathing their name over and over. So many times it almost became uncanny just hearing it. He throws his head back in a loud moan and his breathing becomes more frantic.

"Sif, please. Faster, please." He threatens to crush Siffrin in his grasp. Siffrin obliges, deciding almost immediately it wouldn't be a bad way to go out, time loops or not.

Siffrin squeezes their way up and presses their lips against his ear. "As you wish Mr. Amazing Funny Buff Smart Wonderful Isab—"

He doesn't even have the chance to finish speaking before Isabeau cums with a loud cry. He buries his face in Siffrin's neck and lets out a shaky whine.

"Siffff, that's not fair," he pants.

"Ew. Eww. Ewww. Ewwww." Siffrin is momentarily preoccupied with the mess on their hand and quickly wipes it on a towel before turning their focus back on their partner. "Eww, it's all in your pants now."

Isabeau lets out a shaky laugh. "Heheh, sorry Siffaroni." He pulls his sweaty face from Siffrin's neck and kisses them right below the jaw. "That's kind of on you though for playing with my delicate maiden heart like that."

"Don't sweat it," they smirked. "I did nut expect it to be that...explosive."

Isabeau coughs and breaks down in a wheezing laugh.

"Oh, cum on, Sif!"

Siffrin breaks down with him and they share their joy for a long minute, simply soaking in each other's presence.

"Want me to keep trying with you?" he hums after a while. "You might not have anything as—er—explosive as mine but we can see how far it goes."

"Mmm," He mumbles. "Yeah, that sounds like a bomb idea."

"Ah, stars," he chuckles. He moves his hands under him and starts to push up but his shaky arms won't hold his weight. "Give me a moment though."

Siffrin hums and breathes deeply again.

Isabeau pushes himself up and off Siffrin.

"Okay, I'll do what I did earlier but try to find a spot that feels good." His voice is still breathy and his chest still heaves with exertion. He gathers up all the pillows on the bed and props Siffrin up with them.

"Okay." Siffrin shifts around until he's comfortable and spreads his legs out. He looks at Isabeau, waiting for his next move.

Isabeau breathes in, and out, then puts his hands on Siffrin's thighs.

"We might need some more lube," he murmurs and before he even finishes speaking Siffrin is holding out the bottle for him. His face darkens even more in a blush. Isabeau holds out his hand, smiling as Siffrin pours out entirely too much in their haste.

"Oh, oops."

"It's fine," Isabeau smiles. "Who knows how much we'll end up needing, anyway." He works some more onto his fingers and presses them against their entrance.

He looks deep into Siffrin's eye. "Ready?"

Siffrin nods with a hum.

"And you still promise to tell me to stop if it's too much?"

"I super duper promise."

Isabeau gives him a satisfied nod. He slides his index finger back in. Siffrin closes their eyes and focuses on the feeling of him methodically prodding at their walls. The warmth, the stretch, and the newness of it all.

The intimacy of being so cared for.

He lets out a sharp gasp as Isabeau's finger brushes against something sensitive.

Isabeau pauses. "Good gasp or bad?"

Siffrin gives him a weak thumbs up. "Good. That was good." They turn their body to give him easier access.

Isabeau fumbles around a little trying to find the spot again but another sharp gasp from Siffrin tells him he found it.

He rubs the spot while pumping his finger against their walls. He slides another finger in after giving Siffrin a questioning glance and begins stretching them out more bit by bit.

Isabeau leans closer; their shoulders touch. Siffrin feels exposed again. The cool air on their bare skin was making his hair stand on end and his nerves dance.

"Isa, come closer."

Isabeau obliges and is quickly taken into Siffrin's embrace. He gasps, steadies himself with his free arm, and lets Siffrin reorient themself.

He tests them with a small pump. They hum into his ear and with a shudder, he continues.

The minutes pass as Isabeau focuses everything he has on Siffrin. They busy themself by burying their fingers into his back and working on any tense knots they find.

The silence is broken occasionally by a soft whine or a whisper of his name.

They feel like crying again. It feels so nice.

Not even the fingering, so much.

Just being held.

And loved.

They hug Isabeau tightly and he plants a soft kiss at the base of their neck.

Siffrin feels it building up inside. They lean back to give him better access. Their nails dig deeper into his skin but he doesn't seem to mind.

They're lying fully on the bed now. Isabeau's free hand is working its way around their body, searching for another sweet spot. Their other is pleasuring a particularly sensitive area deep inside them.

"Isa. Isabeau." His name leaves their lips in a heated whisper. The feeling starts to radiate out through the rest of their body and they almost don't know what to do.

It slowly starts to fade.

"Ah, wait," they almost cry out.

"Sif?" Isabeau pauses.

"No, not that," they grunt. "It's going away." Isabeau begins to pull out. "Wait! No, I meant, keep going. Ughh..." He covers his face and chews on his lip. "Keep going I think I'm close."

"Oh," he breathes. "Hold on." He adjusts his finger and searches for a fresh spot to tease.

They wince as he pushes a bit too hard in one place. It's starting to become overstimulating. But they're so close. At least, they think they are.

Just a little more. If they could bite through the discomfort then maybe—

No.

They promised.

"Wait," he pants. They squeeze down on Isabeau's arm and tug on it.

"Hmm?" Isabeau freezes.

"I think that's enough." They grit their teeth.

Isabeau nods silently and withdraws. Siffrin lets out a tiny grunt as he exits fully.

"Is it hurting?" Isabeau wipes his hands clean and leans over them.

"Just a little sore." They shift their legs together and sit up. "Already getting better. That, er, tingly nice feeling went away," they frown.

"Ah, that's too bad." He settles in next to them and hands them a fresh towel. "That's still impressive, though! I'm surprised you had enough sensation to even get that far."

Siffrin blushes and hides his face under the pillow.

"It was because you helped."

Isabeau makes another, softer, inhuman sound. They pull him closer and peek out from behind the pillow to give him a small peck on the cheek. He squeals again.

It wasn't the explosive finish that the romance books suggested. But it was warm. Promising.

Something to look forward to.

Maybe one day they'll be a screaming, sweaty mess beneath him while he fucks the living daylights out of them with his own Changed pride and joy.

The thought is a little scary if he's to be honest. He's open to trying, at least.

"Thank you." They wrap themself up in the sheet and crawl into Isabeau's lap. They look up into his face.

"Anything for you, Siffaroo." Isabeau looks down with the softest smile. He's beaming, practically glowing. He's wonderful. Beautiful.

More than they deserve.

They clench their fist.

No. Not the time to dwell on that.

They swallow the creeping guilt and reach for his cheek. They pull him closer, to their lips but not quite close enough to touch.

"May I?" he whispers.

"You may," Isabeau hums and bridges the gap between them.

[gojonanami]

I just hit a very unbelievable milestone yesterday and I still can’t quite believe it—

10,000 feels like a number I can’t quite even fathom and I truly thank every one of you for being here. truly I started this blog because I had jjk brainrot and I was going through a lot of difficult life changes and writing has always been my coping mechanism

so the fact so many of you enjoy my work has made it so much more fun and so much more rewarding 🥹 and I don’t want to ramble too much (because I feel it’s very self congratulatory) but thank you for every reblog, comment, ask, and like you all have sent my way. it’s meant the world and this blog has been my oasis from just difficult life situations.

especially your asks — they never ever fail to make me smile or laugh—I still can’t quite fathom the amount of asks I get but I’m so glad I get to interact with you all so much. it literally is everything to me.

I will definitely do another follower celebration event (once I finish my 2K one because wow I’m still working on that one somehow 😭).

I want to also thank every mutual I have on here - I will only not list you because I am afraid I will miss someone and it will haunt me forever lol. but you know who you are and I love all of you.

also a very very special thanks to @laneysmusings and @gaylatteart who literally put up with beta reading and listening to me ramble about my fics and ideas and jjk in general (even though they are not really into jjk at all haha). I love them so much and truly my writing would not be the same at all without them and I cannot thank them enough for dealing with my shenanigans 💕🥹

anyway I said I wouldn’t ramble so I won’t so!! thank you all so much and I’ll be here still writing away!! 💕🥹 and I hope you guys will stick around.

[koolades-world]

Words cannot express how much I adore your writing, ESPECIALLY when it comes to Satan, like hands down one of the best Satan writers🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ but besides that- I would really love to see how the brothers react to MC who is… well… sensitive. As in- they care a lot about the brothers, and would obviously never even dream of hurting them let alone in reality. So I picture MC being extremely upset of the power they hold due to the seven pacts after the first time they use ‘stay’ (lesson 26-15). Then cue the events that result in MC getting the ring of light. Them being borderline horrified of their strength and tries to isolate themself thinking they might be a threat to brothers, even though at the back of their mind they know that the brothers could never actually be fatally injured because of them.

hello! of course :)

thank you so much for the satan writer compliment GAH he’s just my little guy and I’m glad people like my take on him. my sweet satan. hes the flame, and i am but a tiny moth drawn to his character potential and literally everything else about him

also, thank you for specifically requesting what you wanted!! usually I have no clue what people want and just guess haha. it's a little longer than a drabble would be so idk what it is anymore lol

hope you like where I went with this! did both satan and luci. enjoy <3

Sensitive Mc who's afraid of hurting the brothers

Satan

Satan was alone in his room, reading, when he was suddenly hit with a concerning thought. He had been meant to gift you that human world book he'd managed to find a second hand bookstore. Coincidentally, the two of you had been talking about that same book just yesterday, so he had to pick it up for you. He'd actually been hoping the two of you could read it together because he'd never read it. He could already imagine reading it aloud to you, how you’d be cuddled up in his lap, arms around him and using him as your personal pillow.

After he finished the page he was on, he grabbed the book. He'd probably have to reread everything he read before thinking of you, but that was alright. He’d learnt to treasure every moment he could with you. You were the only thing that could truly cause him to temporarily lose interest in a book.

With that, he set off, book in hand, to find you. First he check your room. It wasn’t unusual to not find you there. His brothers often dragged you elsewhere. Next he checked the library, his brothers’ rooms, and the attic, but it was to no avail. That was when he started to get worried. He started to call you and text you. He could see that you were reading his messages and the calls were ringing all the way through, but you didn’t reply once.

That's when he started to freak out. Every bad thing that could've possibly happened ran through his head. He stopped, and took a deep breath to clear his head to try and think more rationally. He knew he needed to find you, and while he knew telling his brothers was the best course of action, he figured he'd check your room one last time, just in case he managed to miss you somehow. As he stepped into your room and shut the door behind him, he caught sight of you. You were seated away from the door, head down on the table.

"Mc! There you are. I've been looking for you." He stepped towards you and put his hand on your shoulder. You jumped very suddenly, and whipped your head around to face him. The expression on your face wasn't one he'd ever seen you make. You looked deeply fearful, more so than when facing one of his angry brothers, or himself for that matter. The two of you made steady eye contact for a moment, before you suddenly stood up.

"Mc?" Satan was confused and concerned. You placed both of your hands on his chest and pushed him away as hard as you could before running to the opposite side of the room. "What's the matter?" He recovered quickly from his minor stumble.

"Stay back! I'm a monster. I can't hurt you. You mean too much to me." Satan got deja vu. He swore he'd said something exactly like that in the past. Your hands shook as you held them out in front of you, urging him to stop his advances towards you. You seemed to be struggling to hold them up, as your arm began to fall and your fingers could hardly stay upright. He saw himself in you in that moment. Afraid, alone, and confused, just like how he felt when he first came into being. While he wanted nothing more than to go comfort you, he found himself frozen mid-step towards you. This sent you into another fit of tears.

"See? I can't do anything right." You sobbed.

"Mc, please unfreeze me. I promise you, you can't hurt me." He could hear the desperation growing in his voice, and he was sure you could too.

"What if I hurt you on accident though? I don't know what I'd do. I care too much about you to do that to you." You tried to avoid eye contact, since looking into his eye was too painful.

"It's going to be alright. It'll take a lot to drive me away from you, because I care. If it ever gets to the point of you hurting me, I won't be upset with you because I know you didn't mean it. I trust you no matter what. Everything you just said proves that. Now, please, let me hug you. You need one." You eyed him skeptically.

"I don't trust me." You swiped away some of the tears with the back of your hand, but they kept flowing.

"You've already done so much for this family, and for me. Please, let me return the favor. I'll always be by your side. If the situation ever arises, we can work through it together. I'm not afraid to do what it takes to remain by your side." He silently implored you to meet his eyes, and when you finally did, he knew he'd gotten through to you.

"Alright. Come here." You smiled a little through the tears, and let your arms fall to your side. Like magic, Satan was able to move again and he quickly rushed forward to scoop you up. He held you close to him, gently wiping away your tears.

"I hope you can sense how much I care about you." He rubbed your back and sighed as you began to hug him back.

"Thank you." He knew that hurting him was probably the thing you feared most. He understood that, and promised himself that the two of you would work through that fear together. You changed his life, and wanted to really make sure you knew and didn't undermine how impactful you actually are to him.

Lucifer

It was late. Lucifer had already completed his nightly rounds and was doing paperwork, as usual. He'd made it through about half his stack, and had resolved to finishing it by morning.

He heard the the quiet footsteps of someone walking by his room, down the hall and up the stairs to the attic. With a sigh, he got up and followed whoever it was. He was too late to catch whoever it was, but he decided he'd let them get to the to top of the stairs before he went up after them.

He stood there for a moment, thinking. The only people who went to the attic were the twins, and occasionally you, if one of the twins happened to be up there. Really, only Belphie liked to be up there, and Beel and you just followed him, because he'd never seen either of you up there of your own volition. He wasn't sure why whoever it was needed to be up there at this hour. Belphie and Beel are usually knocked out at this hour. As he passed Levi's room, he heard the sound of a videogame and an angry sigh. Soft music was coming from Asmo's. The rest of the house was dead silent. Lucifer heard the stair at top of the staircase creak, meaning they'd reached the top landing. With that, he set off after them.

Once at the top of the stairs, he initially didn't see anyone and he quickly questioned if he'd been hearing things. Then, he spotted you sitting next to the window, hugging your legs and chin resting on your knees. Before he could speak, you beat him to it.

"Hello." You didn't turn around, or move at all.

"Mc. What are you doing up at this hour?" He stayed where he was, hoping that your conversation together would be quick.

"I could ask you the same thing." Usually, you'd say that with vigor, or some sort of enjoyment in your voice, but, your voice was flat.

"Very funny. Now, answer the question." He crossed his arms. While you were behaving a little strangely, he hoped it was just because it was late and continued as he usually would.

"Couldn't sleep. Didn't want to bother anyone." You sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You are welcome to join me in my room tonight, if that might help." He felt a little sympathetic after you'd told him what was wrong. It would be nice to have them in his room as company, and a motivation to work faster.

"I've just been... thinking, is a good way to put it." All of your thoughts seemed jumbled, because everything that come out of your mouth, despite seemingly thinking hard about it, came out strangely.

"That's oddly vague, Mc." He took a few more steps towards you, but you still kept yourself turned towards the window. You remained silent, so he took the final few steps until he was right behind you.

"Lucifer. Will you make me a promise?" You turned to him slowly for the first time that evening. The little bit of moonlight streaming in through the window half illuminated your face. He could tell you hadn’t slept at all that night, maybe longer. The circles under your eye were very telling. The way you looked back at him unsettled him. That in itself spoke more words than he could ever say. There was a far off look in your eyes, like you were staring right through him. He never thought he'd be afraid of you, but the way you were behaving was scaring him.

“Of course, my love. Anything.” You turned back to the window, but he could tell you kept looking at him through the corner of your eyes.

“Promise me you’ll stop me if I ever do anything that might hurt your or your brothers. At any cost.” That sentence sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. It was an accomplishment to say that you could make a chill wrack through the body of Diavolo's right hand man, but this moment was anything but joyous or celebratory. The implications of your statement were grim.

"What are you talking about?" He stumbled on his words a little, unsure how to approach what you just asked.

"I'm not really sure how to put how I feel into words. But, that's what I do know." You glanced between him and the view outside the window.

"If you could, please try to enlighten me." He sat beside you

"I'm unsure of the power I have. I feel like I shouldn't have this. I'm unworthy and afraid of what I might do. You saw what I did on accident. I didn't mean to really make all of you stop like that. I know it didn't hurt too bad but... I just don't know how I feel." You sighed again.

"I understand how you feel, I believe. You're more than worthy to wield the power you do. It's not easy to quell the seven avatars of sin, but, you are, aren't you? Do not discredit yourself. I'm sure you know you could never hurt any of us, right?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you, awaiting your response.

"I'm not discrediting myself, I'm just afraid is all, alright? Sorry if I've felt distant lately. It's just been on my mind for a while." You snapped to face him again.

"I see. Please, do not isolate yourself like that from us again. We can work through this together. I know you're afraid of hurting us, but the day that happens is the day the Devildom freezes over, alright? We care." He paused. "I care."

A gentle smile made its way across your face. "Thanks. I think I'll always be a little afraid, honestly. But, I trust you, and I know you mean what you say." Lucifer remembered what you'd said earlier. He hoped he'd never have to follow through that.

For now though, he hoped to treasure this moment with you, and hopefully help you get to bed with the little nugget of peace he'd given you.

[writer1queenjaysblog]

Ma second wife

Yandere Jake x Neytiri x oc!

After Jake and Neytiri are saved by a female Na'vi during the war and Jake becomes chief of the clan they decided on having her as a mate though she protested that didn't do anything it only made Jake and Neytiri want her more!

Warning: blood, killing, smut, Dom Jake, yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, impregnation, baby trapping, mind games/ manipulation.

Jake and Neytiri mated before Eywa but things quickly changed when a female Na'vi who was hardly seen by any due to her shy nature on the surface saves them in time for Neytiri to kill colonel and save Jake.

Who was she? She was Sho'ree a female Na'vi who was beautiful but many saw her as strange, odd, weird, and not so normal due to her body being different from other female Na'vi in the clan. She was thick in the waist and thighs and her breasts were bigger and plump as were her ass and lips some said that she was the reason conflicts between those who have mated would happen but they didn't see her that way.

She fueled their obsession with her after that event and when Jake became chief of the clan she was the first person he went to he smiles as he sees her getting fruit to gift him and Neytiri he see how her hips sway as she walked and how she jiggled as she took step after step.

Neytiri giggle "Ma Jake you keep staring at her and she'll run away from us." "Oh sorry it's just she's so...sexy." "I see so you like her?" "Yeah..you?" "Of course she's a rare beauty and one must not miss an opportunity such as this..now ma Jake let's go before someone steals her away."

He sees her approaching them looking nervous "I gift these fruits to you and I am happy for you union as one." She said as she bowed her head in respect only for Jake to lift her head up to face him "You can get up baby girl your too beautiful to have that face hanging low like that." He said she blushed as her heart skipped a beat Jake knew what he was doing but she didn't.

Later that night she was at their hut having dinner with Jake and Neytiri she was drinking a lot and Jake was going in he scoot closer to her and moved a strand of braided hair from her face as she giggled drunkenly "Your so damn beautiful baby girl..do you have a mate?" "No.. as you can see everyone thinks their husbands want me but in reality I don't even know if a single man wants me.. forever instead of one night stand."

Jake and Neytiri looked at each other with saddened faces before looking at her "You know Sho'ree you can always come here if you need comfort or anything." Said Neytiri as she got close Jake knew what she was going to do as he smirked nodding his head signaling her to go she turned her head to her "Do you think I'm pretty?" "Yes you are ..both of you I mean you are beautiful Neytiri and Jake..oh Jake your so handsome - I-i mean!"

They giggle at her as Jake got closer than before "Haha it's ok baby girl you were being honest and don't worry I'm willing to share you." He said before she could ask what he meant he kisses her as she pulled back quickly "Jake what are you doing?!" "What's wrong baby girl?"

"Your mate is right there!" She said as Neytiri smiled at him "I know she wants me to see if you're want to be with us..our family." "Jake-" "It's ok baby girl Neytiri might be pregnant already which means that you are the only one left." "What?" He bit his lip before taking off his loincloth and crawled to her as she was breathing slowly but heavily as Neytiri did as well going behind her "Shh ma Sho'ree you will soon be with us as a family."

She said she tried to kick him but he gripped her face "Hey! Now baby girl I don't mind you teasing me but don't push it I'll only reward you if you're good for us understand?" She whimpers as he pulled her close to him "Do you understand me?" He said sternly "Yes." She said finally "Yes what?" "Yes Jake." He smiles as well as Neytiri who took off her top and her own showing their size difference in breasts size.

Jake could smile and bite his lip as he undid her loincloth "Damn daddy's baby girls you look so beautiful now just wait til I make you both mothers of my children." Neytiri already mated with him but Sho'ree was a virgin and so Jake had to change that.

She pushed him gently moaning "Jake as much as I'm enjoying this I..I can't." His face turned into confusion "Why is it because your a virgin?" "Well.." He chuckled a husky chuckle as he caressed her cheek "Oh baby girl that doesn't matter to me I will go gentle with you until you tell other wise."

"No it's not that I will only give myself to my mate and my mate only." She said as he looks at Neytiri who nodded her head "Then that means you'll be giving yourself over after." He bonded with her as she felt him his heart beat everything as she looked at him shocked did the new Chief just made her his second mate?! Is that even possible??

"I'm now your mate Ma Sho'ree..ma Neytiri let's welcome our new mate into this family with a warm welcome."

"Of course ma Jake." She removed her loincloth and Jake took off hers seeing how wet she was he was big really big twitching as he saw his mates bare in front of him "Oh Eywa thank you." He said as Neytiri laughed Sho'ree was out of it she tried to get away having Jake thinking she was ready "Ah impatient aren't we baby girl?"

He took his long thick cock and went in her she was so tight he couldn't have but moan "Ahh!" She screams as Neytiri was in front of her comforting her through the whole thing "Shh ma Ree it's alright your alright it hurts at first but once our Jake's cock has shaped inside your womb you will be use to it."

Jake smirked as he thrusts inside her feeling her getting use to his size and the thickness of him "Ahh fuck! Ohh fuck-yes baby girl ohh yes yes Sho'ree my beautiful second mate." "Jake-! Ohh Jake the village won't think this right!" She said worrying about what the village will do or say to her Jake looked at Neytiri before growling and pulling her hair causing her to squeeze him hard causing him to chuckle as well.

"Who cares about what the village thinks?! Your mine baby girl! Your hers..ours no one is taking you away from us..away from me if they try I'll will raise hell." He said as continued she moan louder than before Neytiri kisses her as Jake went crazy inside her like a wild animal "Ahh fuck yes that's it baby girl you both are so beautiful for..sexy for me- ugh fuck yes!"

He said moaning before getting close to his orgasm. "I'm cumming baby I'm gonna cum inside you baby girl I'm going to spread my seed inside your womb too!" "Go on ma Jake add another beauty to carry your child." Said Neytiri who was rubbing her clit as she was close moaning but not before Sho'ree licked her pussy having her moan "Good girl baby girl just a sweet little helper helping Neytiri."

"Ma Jake I'm going to -!" "Me too tiri! Me too ohh fuck I'm so glad you convinced me to bring her into our lives baby now I can't let her go!" "Me either Jake ahh yes Sho'ree ohh fuck! Ohh ma Ree your tongue is amazing you bring me and Jake so much joy stay with us.. forever!" Sho'ree was lost in Neytiri's scent and her lust she couldn't help but moan in response as Jake filled her up with his cum "Jake, Sho'ree I - ahh ohh ma Jake! Sho'ree!"

She moaned as Jake chuckled "Wow baby girl you did amazing job good girl for making Neytiri feel good..now your our mate forever." Neytiri looked down at her as she smiled "Never leave us ma Ree your part of this family now."

After that she was forever theirs. People talked about how she seduced Jake and Neytiri into having sex with her being Jake's secret side piece and boy did it send them over the edge.

Someone dare talk bad about their darling wife?! May Eywa have mercy on their souls and when she came back from hunting Jake and Neytiri were covered in blood she thought they got hurt "Ma Jake, Neytiri are you guys alright?!" She said as Neytiri's pregnant belly showed "Of course baby girl we just took care of something that all." He said as she look to see his knife drenched in blood he cleans it as Neytiri took her hand "Come let's prepare dinner."

She thought it was normal I mean how could you blame her? She's never been in a relationship so everything they did, everything they said to her in her eyes were normal. Men being scared off by Jake hissing at them and the women scared because Neytiri and Jake would give them death glares.

Sooner or later Neytiri gave birth to a boy named Neteyam her son and then Kiri came in the picture and before they knew she gave birth to a girl Aurora she was so beautiful looking just like her mother but a mix of Jake. Then Lo'ak was born from Neytiri and they Tuk and she had another girl with Jake named Jada.

Jake loved his baby girls so much he was so proud of them especially Jada who was born small and sickly everyone was scared but of course she pulled through she was a tough cookie, a strong warrior, a fight just like Jake.

Things were pretty peaceful and bliss but Sho'ree couldn't help but wonder why were the children acting like Jake and Neytiri?? Neteyam was the eldest and was very very over protective of his second mother and sisters when Aurora was born he loved her so much that he'd hiss whenever he held her not wanting their sibling bond to break .

Lo'ak was no different hissing and growling at boys who would try to talk to his big sister but when it came to his second mama this boy was biting, scratching and attack men who tried to steal her away from what he can say was his mom and dad. The kids were use to this having 2 moms and 1 dad with Jake being overly protective of his girls Tuk was happy to be the big sister always holding her sisters close when picking flowers and walking around in the forest.

"Ma Jake we need to talk." She said as she sat next to him "What is it baby girl?" "Having you noticed the Children's odd behavior?" "No." He said sharpening his knives. "Their acting strange everytime someone approach me or the girls they become aggressive and overly protective of us."

She said as Jake laughed getting up from where he was and walked over to her smiling "Sho'ree my beautiful wife you have nothing to worry about, the kids are being protective big brothers and sisters of their younger siblings that's all as are me and Neytiri."

He caressed her cheek and smiled at her "No matter what no matter where we go this family is our fortress."

She lean her head into his smiling softly as she looked up at him kissing him.

"Jake I love you so much and I am happy we built this family. But I just don't think it's normal for them to act this way the other teens and children won't go near them my babies.. it's as if their outcasts." She said she knew how that felt outcasted until Jake and Neytiri swooped her life.

"Their not baby girl their looking out for each other as we taught and raised them." "Also you and Neytiri are almost the same way as them when those group of people called me a whore they were found dead near the viper wolves caves."

Jake's eyes grew darker as he remembered hearing them say that she seduced him into being his side chick for his new title and made her cry she was pregnant with Aurora at the time and Mo'at said stress could cause the mother and child to become sick or worse so he and Neytiri killed them and vowed to not tell her the truth of what happened to her bullies.

A woman even accused of being unfaithful to Jake and got pregnant by a random guy before he mated with her and said that his daughter, his sweet daughter, his baby girl wasn't his. The nerve of her Sho'ree cried telling Jake and said that she was his and begged him to not leave her or her baby and was a mess crying saying it wasn't true.

The next day she missing only to be found deep in forest dead. Every one figured out that if you hurt her feelings or say something bad you come up missing some thought it was Eywa punishing them but some thought differently but didn't want to say anything because gossip around the village spread like wildfire.

"Don't worry baby girl I'll always protect you and our family no matter what." She smiles as she kissed him.

Sho'ree stayed but as she tried to mingle with others things went bad she was trying her hardest to make friends but the men only saw her as a sex object but she didn't see it as she saw as them being friendly towards for the first time..boy was she wrong.

Her youngest daughter Jada was playing and a man Don'to walked up to greet her he use to make her life hell when they were teenagers and when Jake joined the tribe and he would mock her for sticking up for Jake.

He didn't change using women for sex, thinking that hunting should be a man's job, you know that shit but when her oldest son Lo'ak saw him talking to his mother and making suggestive remarks he charged pushing him "Stay away from my mom you bastards!"

He hissed at him before he got up "Did anyone teach you to respect your elders and the men of the village boy?"

Lo'ak glared at him "Your not a man! A real man wouldn't treat a woman like this you bastard!" He was about to hit him until his mother moved him out of the way taking the punch instead Neytiri was watching from a far ran to her side "Mom! You hit my mother you bitch!" "She shouldn't have gotten in the way."

He said not caring Neytiri punch him and attack until Sho'ree pulled her off him "You! Don't come near my mate or children again!"

He didn't know then he made a grave mistake as they walked to the hut she begged Neytiri to not tell Jake what happened as it would cause more stress to him but she didn't listen she told him everything.

"What happened ?!" He said as she was crying holding her cheek as Neytiri went to get the things she needs to heal her.

"Don'to he hit mom." Said Lo'ak Jake's rage took over him "What?!" "Jake, Jake ma Jake I'm alright it's just a little scratch." She said trying to calm him down but no use "A scratch?! Your nose is bleeding and your eye looks like it's swollen!"

"It's ok baby this isn't the first time he's hit me." She said as she held Jake's hand "What?" He said softly "He was one of the guys I told you about that use to bully me and beat me."

Jake and Neytiri's blood boiled as the kids heard what happened Neteyam was furious "Momma are you alright? Where is he I'll kill him!" Said Neteyam as she was holding his arm calming him "Neteyam don't say that! He's your elder hunter."

"No he's not because they respect women of this village." "Mom are you ok? Is Jada ok mom?" Said Kiri as as she picked her little sister up checking her for injuries "Is mama ok Ri?" Asked Jada she cried "Yes Sweetie mommy is ok look."

Sho'ree picked her up "Jake really don't worry he always gets away with this he's such a respectable hunter no one knows I doubt they care or would believe it I'll get healed and make dinner baby."

She said walking away with her baby girl in her arms Jake and the others knew what to do Jake and Neytiri planned to end the life of the man who hurt their beautiful mate and tried to hurt their son. Neteyam being the eldest son wanted to end him for hurting his momma and trying to hurt his little brother.

Don'to was scolding by his peers for what he's done saying he screwed up he was in big trouble! "She's the mate of Touro makto! Our chef! You will die!" Said one of the women "Why don't less talking and more hunting so you can cook and provide for your mate to eat?" He said she scoffed walking off as did the others.

"Whatever." He said walking into the dark forest it was raining "Ugh great now Eywa hates me! How am I supposed to smell my prey to hunt?"

He heard a snap of a twig he turned quickly there was nothing no one there then he turned around Jake cut his throat "You touched my wife now you die." Neytiri hit him with a arrow he stumbled backwards as Lo'ak stabbed him in his back "That's for hitting my mom." He backhanded him causing him to fall he tried to fight them off as another arrow hit his shoulder.

It was Neteyam he shot another arrow this time into his chest and then stabbed him again until he was dead "That is for my mother and sister." He said remembering seeing his baby sister crying it hurt him seeing her cry but now his revenge was complete.

The family got rid of the arrows and his body. "Our baby is safe now tiri."

Said Jake Neteyam and Lo'ak smiled walking home with their parents "What do you think she'll say once we should her our hunt?" Said Neytiri smiling she was holding his heart and hand that hit her in her hands.

"I don't know let's find out baby." They returned as Tuk and Jada ran to Jake "Daddy!" They said as they hugged his legs "Hey baby girls daddy and momma's home!" Neteyam and Lo'ak saw their little sisters "Teyam, Lo'ak!" Said Jada Neteyam picked her up giggling hugging her "Hey baby girl you missed us?"

"Uh huh Mama's cooking dinner food's almost done!" She said as Lo'ak was hungry and she saw blood on him "Lo your bleeding are you hurt?" She said they forgot that the blood off them "Oh no sweetie it's from the hunt."

He said with a smile on his face Sho'ree heard them "Guys your back from the hunt!" She hugged Neytiri and then Jake "But where's the hunt?"

"We have it plus you something special for you baby girl." "Really honey?" "Yes uh Neteyam you and Lo'ak and Kiri take your sisters into the other room." Said Jake as what he about to show her wasn't mean for the eyes of a child. As they left Neytiri grabbed some boxes and brought in a new one that had a red stain "I smell blood."

She said as Jake giggled smiling at her "Clever girl you have a sharp nose on you." She smiles as Neytiri opened a box full of skulls that spooked her "Ah! Oh Neytiri..Jake what are these?!" "What do think baby girl? This is your gift." "What? Skulls -.. Jake these skulls..their. Their-"

"Na'vi skulls?" "Yes they are ma Sho'ree skulls of those who hurt you." Said Neytiri smiling. "What?! Neytiri, Jake what did you guys do?!"

"We just helped you by getting rid of those people who made those beautiful eyes cry." Said Neytiri as she picked up a bloody box "Open it my dear." She said with Shakey hands she opens it to see a heart and a hand of a male Na'vi "Ahh!" "Shh shh baby girl you'll scare the kids!" Said Jake calming her down "Who- what did you two do?! You said you were going out to hunt why is there a person's hand in there?!"

Jake glared at her a person? A person?! The man who hurt his wife was no person he wasn't even a man he more of animal then a man. "He wasn't a man..a real man wouldn't hurt a woman, a innocent child in front of the mother, or scare a little girl when he hit her mother in her face."

She looked at the hand seeing a scar it was the same as Don'to who was hurt after she cut his hand after he tried to hurt Jake it was a accident but he didn't see it that way. "Recognize that hand baby girl?" He said as she picked it up in shock and horror "No..no no Jake tell me it isn't true!"

"We did go hunting baby girl.. for the animal who hurt what's ours." "Don'to want bother you anymore my yawne." Said Neytiri as she removed her hair from her face kissing her "Why? What you do to him?" She crying "Why are you crying for that man? That man hurt you that animal got what he deserves!" Said Neytiri as Jake agreed

"Don't you see baby girl everything is fine now everything is back to normal." He got up to hug her "Everything is as it should be -" "No! Jake don't you realized what you've done?! You've killed someone and not only that the most important person to you the most strongest and fastest hunter that any chief would be proud to have in their clan!"

"He's not important to me..you are and I can train my son to be a better man and hunter." He said as he pulled her close to him kissing her neck "Jake -." "Shh baby girl let daddy make you feel better." Neytiri went to check on the food as Jake took her outside so the children couldn't hear because she was loud.

He took her to tree that wasn't far away and kisses her "Jake no- stop everytime someone dies you make love to me." "Because I took care of the problem baby girl and he will not harm you, our babies, or anyone else in this village!" He said undoing his loincloth and hers gripping her breasts causing a moan to escape she quickly covered her mouth "Hehe don't worry baby girl the kids can't hear us."

"Well the village can Jake let's go inside before someone hear or sees us they still hate my guts." She said as he went inside her roughly and went deeper inside her "Ah ma Jake!"

"That's it baby let them know who you belong to and who's your mate." He said as he fucked her hard going on and on until his orgasm and hers Clashed "Ahh baby girl yes ohh yes carry my child baby give me another baby!"

Jake convinced her it was normally for mates to do what he and Neytiri did their kids thought that same thing as she tried to correct it but it was no use now she was pregnant again but with twins Jake was thrilled to know it was a boy and a girl.

"Aw my babies are growing Jake!" Said Neytiri as she was obsessed with these babies already like she was with her older children Sho'ree was scared but they all were there for her.

"I'm going to be a big sister again Nete!" Said Tuk "Yes soon our brother and sister will be born." "I can't wait to teach them how to use a 🏹." "Not until their older you got it boy?"

Said Jake "Yes sir." "I'm off hunting." She said Neytiri and Jake stopped her as Neteyam grabbed her hunting stuff "Mama your 8 months pregnant!" Said Neteyam as Lo'ak backed him up

"Yeah what if you get hurt or the babies come early?" "Boys relax I've hunted when I was pregnant with Aurora and Jada." "Yes but pregnancies can be different with each time it happens." Said Neytiri "But-."

"No buts baby girl you stay here stay off your feet and relax ok?" "Ok ma Jake." "That's my girl." He said kissing her lips as he and the boys went hunting as Neytiri and the girls stayed home with her." "Ma Sho'ree let's see what to put up for our babies' arrival!" She excitedly.

Life was as it should be. Peaceful and bliss 💗

@loaksbitch

[kurishiri]

Your translation posts have over 97-100 interactions???

hii anon! ya some of em do get a lotta notes fs - i appreciate any sort of interaction, i really do. by no means am i trying to undermine ppl who lurk. and ik im a smaller translator compared to others out there too. but, perhaps bc i may have phrased it strangely (was in a car when i wrote it), i think you missed the point i was trying to make /nm

longish explanation post under cut ↓

but it’s just i sometimes cant help but think… sometimes i dont feel as motivated to tl stories that should, in all technicality, be “easier” to tl. but i was able to tl a lot of elbies main story, for example even without garnering a lotta notes. i thought abt it a lil (in fact i thought abt it quite a bit, especially after getting involved in bustin out content), and i feel part of it comes down to how interactions should be more of a two-way street than one for it to hold any sort of substantial meaning.

and ive overall come to the conclusion that its not the number that really matters; its the meaning behind each interaction.

yes, some tl posts i do may get 97, 100+ notes at times, but most of them are likes or reblogs without anything written in the post or tags. if you look at any of my tl posts, you’ll find im lucky if i even get 2, 3 comments on a tl post with 90+ notes. hell, i’ll count all my blessings if i even get a “ty for the translation” or smth similar. but comments abt the content i tl is like sure proof that someone has really read and enjoyed the story, and furthermore its smth i can interact with too. on the other hand, liking and reblogging without saying anything is still appreciated, dont get me wrong, but in the end of the day it feels really one-way.

me translating as much of elbies main story as i did (20 chptrs!) was largely in part thanks to a person who had left a comment when i posted with their thoughts on the chptr. they werent long comments, per se, but jus the fact they left a comment on chptrs with their thoughts on the events and scenes meant so much to me, it would be no exaggeration to say i probably would have dropped my rendition elbies main story tl before i hit chptr 10 if not for them. and for al’s main story tl i did, if you ask my moots in a disc server im in, they could probably tell you aaall abt how i spammed the alfons channel with tl snippets while i was still working on the project bc i loved hearing others comments abt it (arguably, i may have been fishing for them, and sure, i may have been desperate — hell, color me surprised they weren’t fed up with me haha — but without them i dont think i would have finished my rendition of al’s main story tl). but when i posted them on tmblr, most of them probably didnt exceed 40 notes. i’d be lucky if i reached 30 /lh waayy less than 90.

you’ll be surprised how much a single comment (or ask!) or whatnot can impact me… there’s probably no amount of likes that could ever outweigh the positive impact a single comment could have on me.

now of course, (1) i’m not saying i inherently expect ppl to comment on my stuff; in the end, commenting is and should really be done on one’s sole discretion. but, it seems to be a known fact among ppl especially who write fics or translate that comments r scarce, few and far in between. (2) i also tl bc i like to. i myself like to bring characters to life through translation. like, yes, it is fun in a very genuine sense. and that also plays into my motivation, but its smth i like to share with others too. multiple things do motivate me - and i think all of it needs to sort of work together for it to really work to its fullest.

[saninthebuilding]

"my hero"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❤️‍🩹 summary: after getting out of surgery to fix up your breathing issues, you're stuck in bed as per the doctor's orders. and just because it's over, that doesn't mean all the fear and worry that came with the operation just disappear. luckily, jungkook is there to help you through it all, just as you are for him.

❤️‍🩹 word count: 1k

❤️‍🩹 genre: boyfriend!jungkook au, fluff, surgery comfort

❤️‍🩹 trope: pre-established relationship

❤️‍🩹 warnings: mentions of hospitals and doctors, mentions of sleep, mentions of teary eyes which eventually lead to tears, mentions of blood, mentions of surgery, jungkook being adorable, mentions of fear, talk about death but like not explicitly

❤️‍🩹 a/n: lil self-indulgent drabble all for myself (again ik) because haha i'm outta the hospital now. :D ALSO UM JUNGKOOK'S VISUAL AT JENNIE'S CK EVENT OMG I'M LITERALLY CRYING HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO FINE AND SO CUTE AT THE SAME TIME I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

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letting out a grunt, i attempt to roll over on my side, but an arm shoots out to keep me in place.

"y/n, you know the doctor said no sudden movements" jungkook says, gently pushing me back into the bed.

"but i wanna look at you" i whine, turning my head to the right as i try to meet his gaze.

he lets out a sigh, exasperated by my antics.

it's been 15 minutes of this. each time i would try to face him, and each time he would remind me of the doctor's orders.

"ok ok, come here" jungkook whispers as he inches closer to me.

gripping my shoulders with his arms, he gently guides me into a sitting position, before practically lifting me up and placing me in his lap.

"jungkook!" i yelp, startled as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind, "that was a very sudden movement!"

"no!" he protests, giggling, "i was very careful! and plus, i got tired of not being able to hold you."

smiling to myself, i lean back into his chest, letting his solid form support me.

it had been 24 hours since i'd gotten out of surgery, and the entire time i had been stuck in bed. it was horrible. i hadn't been able to do anything other than sleep or eat, and the bleeding was a whole other problem.

since they'd operated on me to fix my breathing issues, they'd cut whatever was causing my nasal congestion out, which meant blood. a lot of blood.

i could only imagine how many trees had been needed to make all the tissues i'd used up.

"i was so scared, you know?" jungkook says as he rests his chin on my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck. "the doctor had told us how he was a professional and whatnot, but i couldn't help feeling worried about all the risks he'd mentioned. when you went in, i was terrified. i thought..."

he swallows, the words seemingly caught in his throat, and i feel his chest rise and fall against my spine.

"i thought that would be the last time i see you."

"oh jungkook" i whispered softly, heart melting at his concern for me.

sitting up, i slowly move to face him, and his hands are instantly on my hips, helping me turn around. when i'm finally settled, i wrap my arms around his neck and lean down so we're face to face.

"look at me" i whisper, using a hand to gently cup his chin, "jungkook i'm right here. i'm okay. nothing's going to happen to me. it's over."

his eyes are shiny, and he's biting his lower lip, but he looks at me with bright, wide eyes. his hands run up and down my sides as if to convince himself i'm truly okay.

i press a soft kiss to his forehead, before smiling at him.

"if you were this worried about me, i think my worry was nothing."

he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"of course not, i saw how scared you were. plus, i was only watching you go in. you were the one getting operated on. that must have been really stressful."

i nod, remembering how panicked i was when i walked into the operation room.

"yea, i was. it felt too bright and too loud, as if i was gonna pass out. i wish you could have come in with me, because although all the doctors introduced themselves to try and make me comfortable, it was still scary. i missed you in there."

"oh, y/n" jungkook breathes as he hugs me closer, "look at you, you're alright."

feeling tears start to fill my eyes as i finally let go of all the emotions that had built up since yesterday, i let jungkook pull me into his chest, a sob slipping past my lips.

"i was so scared jungkook" i whisper, voice shaking, "i thought something would go wrong and then i'd never see you again."

"shhh, it's okay" he rubs a hand along my back, easing the tension in my muscles and encouraging me to collapse against him.

"you're my brave girl. so strong. you're my hero, y/n."

i let out a watery giggle, sniffling slowly so i don't further irritate my nose.

"you think so?" i ask as i pull back to look him in the eyes.

jungkook reaches up to cup my cheeks in his hands, legs folding under me so i'm firmly planted in his lap.

"i know so" he smiles, his own eyes glistening again as he pulls me down and kisses me gently.

"now come on, enough of that" jungkook tutts, wiping my tears with his thumbs, "get some rest."

he helps me lie back down on the pillows he'd propped up for me, before adjusting the covers around my shoulders.

"are you okay?" he asks, tracing my cheekbone with his thumb.

i nod, leaning into his touch, before turning to press a kiss to his palm.

"perfect" i croak out, before laughing at my own voice.

jungkook's gaze is soft as he watches me, before he shimmys down the matress and rests his head on my stomach.

i raise my eyebrows, confused.

"so you can see me" he teases, sticking his tongue out at me.

i laugh, letting a hand rest on his head, gently playing with his hair.

"thank you jungkook," i smile, "i don't know what i would do without you."

"i love you y/n," jungkook smiles softly, grabbing the hand that i had placed in his hair and kissing the inside of my wrist gently. "and i'll always be here for you. with you. promise."

my smile grows, until i'm giggling like a little kid. he laughs along with me, bunny teeth peeking out from behind his pink lips.

"oh jungkook, i love you so much."

"shhhhh go to sleep" he giggles, and i roll my eyes, smiling, before leaning back into my pillow and closing my eyes.

the kiss he presses to my stomach tells me he loves me just the same. 

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❤��‍🩹 i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading!