#but when im hungry all i can focus on is how hungry i am so this logic always seemed counterintuitive to me

[323cutie]

let me have tonight. | jwy

pairing ୨୧ wooyoung x reader

word count ୨୧ 440

genre ୨୧ angst? hurt/comfort, established relationship, bpd coded reader, wooyo taking care of u <3

warnings ୨୧ mental illness, dissociating?, not really a breakdown but an Episode of sorts

author's note ୨୧ realizing now that the pic im using for this is kinda sexy when the fic itself is not sexy. Anyways. sometimes you think you're losing it and just need wooyo to walk you thru it. hope everyones doing ok and if u need it u find some comfort in this <3

It’s late.

You don’t know how late, or how long you’ve been up. Don’t really remember when Wooyoung got here, either. He’s warm. You think you can hear the stars twinkling.

It happens like this, sometimes – misty, and weird. Colors you don’t know and feelings that don’t have names. A strange emptiness that is always cut off so sharp by the worst of your emotions, a headache of all of your fears at the forefront. Tears that drown your eyes and make your face burn. And a million questions that you don’t even remember thinking – does no one care? Am I really that bad? How am I so alone?

You think it’s like dissociating, maybe. Wooyoung shifts, releasing his hold on you just barely enough to look down at you. You blink, and he asks, “feeling hungry?”

You aren’t sure, but you nod anyways. Your brain is starting to come back to you, telling you it’s been a while, telling you to drink water, telling you to make sure Wooyoung doesn’t go too far. He walks into your kitchen and you follow.

The candle burning on your island smells like him. You swallow and try to keep it in, stand and try not to fall over. You wonder what he thinks of you like this, lost and scared and begging for attention. You think it must be pity keeping him here, nothing more than shallow obligation, a nagging –

Wooyoung’s eyes are warm when they meet yours, shining with love. Hearts, if you look close enough. Fond under your unflattering kitchen light, scouring through your pantry to see what he can use to make you something to eat – going out of his way. He asks if you have any tofu, he’ll make you kimchi stew, but you can’t focus on that right now.

One, two strides across your kitchen before you’re hugging him, tight and purposeful. Wooyoung giggles like he’s surprised but immediately reciprocates, eager to have you close like always. He smells so lovely, like home, feels real against you. Genuine, loving, honest.

“‘M sorry,” you mumble into his shirt. He makes an indignant noise like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about (like he hasn’t spent the whole day, or night, or all of it, taking care of you. Making sure you’re there. Letting you attach yourself to him because you’re scared he’ll leave if you don’t). “Thank you. I love you.”

He softens under your words. Pliant enough to lean into you even more than he already is. His voice is clear, the mist in your mind gone. He murmurs it like it’s a secret between the two of you: “You know I love you more.”

[orcelito]

Despite all odds, I have arrived home safely👍

Turns out that the earlier goop was the better goop. The adderall goop. The adderall has worn off now though. So I am. Very incredibly out of it.

But I am home. And I will take my quick shower. And then I will climb into bed.

I do need to eat. But... later...

[plumipal]

I just had a thought- how would Grim and the ramshackle ghosts feel about all the stuff happening to us?

Especially if the yandere(s) are coming over to our dorm too! Would they, depending on the severity of the yandere and their specific actions, range from supporting it cuz yknow reader gets to be happy with someone who treats them well and loves them to concerned because sweetie please get yourself outta there 😭

I can imagine Grim is NOT alright with it and for a multitude of reasons, they are taking away your time with HIM, and once he pays more attention to the bigger picture? Yeah messed up things be occasionally happening that could very well hurt you!! He does not like that!!!

im just imagining Grim being visibly not alright and reader will not have it either when it comes to him, they are a PACKAGE deal and that is that no matter which yandere comes their way 🗣️

we have many people more alright with Grim being reader’s number one priority, or yknow silently(?) wishing it was them, poor Grim and Reader man encountering yandere after yandere 😭

Grim would give us a look if we expressed any sort of romantic interest in any yandere I think lol

‘Pologies if it was too long or ranty, though I am curious who you think would be the most and least alright with this? I imagine Leona and Ace (legally required to bring up Ace he’s my all time fav next to Grim) would NOT like it lmao

.. first off, this is the longest ask ive ever gotten, I gotta just say oml thank you so much????? You, wrote all of this, fpr me?? 🥹🥹🥹💖💖💖 this literally made my week thank you so much bestie 🥹😭 second off, this inspired me to rant too, I hope you enjoy!- (not proofread btw)

So im mainly gonna focus on grim, no offence to ramshackle ghost fans, I just really like the silly little fire-cat/rat/weasel/creature. He was literally our first friend, our first companion (I bet Ace and grim bicker on who was your first).

And oh boy, guy is NOT HAPPY when he sees all these dumbasses vying for your attention and either trying to butter him up with tuna (which will not work on the mighty grim!) or ugnore him completely! Like you stated you and him are a package deal! Get the prefect and get their silly hungry companion!!

Now, grim surely uses his position as your closest companion as a safety net, they can't kill off the closest you have to family in this world! Guess they gotta live with him if they wanna have a life with you.

Ace hates that grim was your friend before him, feeling annoyed whenever he bullied (Juice) Deuce about being friends with you before him only for grim to butt in. Ace isn't too annoyed with grim though, and grim thinks that Ace is one of the better choises of the roster you have, they're both friends after all.

Of course most students in the cast don't liek "sharing" you with grim, especially the more territorial ones. Leona is probably the worst, I mean come on they're both feline looking creatures. With scent being a heavy thing for felines (yes even beastmen dont come at me) Leona is not happy to have his scent on you be muddied by the little rodent (the greatest mage of all, grim). Probably the worst choise since they're just gonna bicker to the end of the world..

Floyd doesn't like this either! Not fair that he has to share!! And with grim no less.. Floyd results in biting you instead of scenting, his chompers being good for nibbling on you. He also has the advantage that grim is sorta afraid of him (honestly who wouldn't be? Especially yan Floyd...).

Kalim tries to brime grim, with anything he could ever think off! Unlimited tuna for grim, and the best there is as well!! Nything grim could ever want on a silver platter, only if grim let's kalim marry you! That alone doesn't sound too bad, but that unsettling horrifying servant that follows Kalim around. He knows what jamil can do, and he sure does NOT want you with that dude!- guy is manipulative and creepy (he would definelty seperate you and grim!-)

Malleus... Malleus scares grim, guys is honestly horrifying. Threatening to curse him into an eternal slumber so he can whisk you away from him, he doesn't want that! You would also get sad id malleus did that, so luckily the possessive dragon had to share (for now...)

Whoever you choose, grim would probably disapprove, guy thinks of you as family (he will never admit that tho). He cares about you, and he is not okay with the invasion of privacy from these teenagers! >:(

I know you didn't ask fpr any drawing or such, but I couldn't help myself sorry 🤭 hope you like my ramblings back at you!

[today-i-am-thinking-about]

shredded cheese

[exhaslo]

Hi! hello! Can I request a side story #2 for puzzle pieces? Im sorry but the series is just so good!! can I request where wifey is finally pregnant and miguel is going FERAL, like he is down bad. Pls?

also if you like, add where the baby comes, ok bye!

Don't be sorry! I love writing extra Puzzle Pieces content!!

Warning: Fluff, mentions of sex, language

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Finally.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you held the pregnancy test in your hands. Your nervous smile growing wider by the second as you thought of ways to tell your loving husband, Miguel. Your heart rate pounding faster as you could just imagine your future with a little Miguel running around.

Finally.

All those nights of Miguel bullying your body paid off. The thought made your face grow flustered. Stepping out of the bathroom, you gripped onto the pregnancy test, wondering how you were going to tell Miguel.

Should you be cheesy and give him a bunch of baby food or put a bun in the oven? Maybe you should just tell him? Pouting at the thought, you wanted to be just a little clever towards Miguel.

"Oh! Oh! I know!!"

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It took a few days for you order to arrive. Unable to stop smiling, you placed the box in the living room and waited for Miguel to return home. He had you take the day off since you weren't feeling too well. You blamed the morning sickness on some small food poisoning.

A bad idea since Miguel was about to have his men raid the restaurant the two of you went too. You had to beg him not too, especially since it was a white lie.

Sighing at the thought, you quickly pushed it away as you heard the door open. Hurrying over, you smiled towards an exhausted Miguel.

"Welcome home~" You cooed, spreading your arms out for a hug.

"Aye, que vista (what a sight)," Miguel hummed, burying himself into your embrace, "Are you feelings better, my little bunny?" He asked, inhaling your scent.

"Hehe, I am. Are you hungry? I made dinner...and I have a surprise for you~"

"Oh? Can I have the surprise now?" Miguel chuckled, finding you adorable.

You gave Miguel a pout, but after a bunch of little kisses and hand roaming, you caved. Miguel kept his hands on your waist, kissing the back of your neck as you brought him to the couch. Whines and whimpers escaped your lips as you tried to get serious.

"M-Miggy, the puzzle," You complained.

"Sorry, sorry, mi amor (my love). Can't wait to see what you have in store for me,"

You giggled as you sat on Miguel's lap, working on the puzzle with him. You felt his breathe against your neck as he hummed every now and then. You shuddered softly when Miguel groaned softly as the word, 'baby' was formed.

"(Y/N), are you-"

"Awe, finish the puzzle,"

Miguel just chuckled as he pinned you to the couch. His eyes sparkling in awe as he captured your lips in a passionate kiss. His words and feelings expressed with each moment of his body and hands.

"Thank you."

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Miguel was going crazy. It had been a few months since you announced your pregnancy to him. Miguel was spoiling the shit out of you. Making sure you got everything you wanted, taking care of your every whim.

If you were craving something, Miguel would get it. If your feet hurt, Miguel would massage them. Miguel was going to do everything for you.

Currently, you were at home with a big belly, being taken care of by Jessica. As much as Miguel wanted to be home with you, he still had a job to do and a mafia to run.

That, and Miguel was having a hard time resisting you. You looked so perfect with your big belly. His child inside you, growing. The thought made Miguel want you more and more. He wished for you to have their child already to Miguel could put another one in you.

"Fuck, I need to focus," Miguel grumbled.

Miguel needed to calm these thoughts. He felt like a beast wanting to devour you. How could he resist though? You always looked at him with needy and lustful eyes, whining and begging for any little thing. It was so cute.

"Soon. Soon."

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When it was close to your due date, Miguel took off of work and hovered over you. He had his men ready at any moment to make sure there was a clear path to the hospital for your baby. Miguel wanted to make sure everything went smoothly.

"Miggy," You whimpered, holding his hand, "You're more worried than me, hehe."

"I just want to make sure everything is smooth." Miguel pecked your forehead, stroking your hand, "I can't wait to see our child."

"Mhm~ Same~" You cooed then groaned, gasping softly, "M-Miguel...ah....m-my...hn, my water-"

"On it!"

Miguel easily picked you up, calling out to Lyla who was on speed dial. Carefully, but quickly, Miguel carried you to his car, making sure you made it to the hospital.

You were crying and breathing heavily as Miguel held your hand. His focus and attention all on you as he whispered sweet nothingness in his ear. You cried, gripping his hand tightly,

"M-Miguel! It hurts!"

"Shh, I know, baby. I know. You're doing such a good job." Miguel whispered, kissing your hand.

You cried until you reached the hospital. Miguel hurried beside you as the nurses took over. He didn't leave your side for even a second. His hand holding yours as you pushed, cried and screamed.

"AH!!!"

After one last scream and push, you breathed heavily as cries filled the room. Miguel stroked your hair and kissed your head, whispering you a good job. The nurses went to clean the baby before returning the child to the two of you.

"M-Miguel," You panted softly, "Look, our baby~ Hehe,"

"Good job," Miguel hummed, kissing you, "Such a good girl,"

Stroking your hair, you just smiled as you held your baby. The doctors congratulated the two on you on a healthy baby boy before leaving. The nurses stayed to clean you up, before transferring you to another room and the baby to the baby room.

To your request, Miguel got on the bed and cuddled you as you rested. Exhausted took over your system as you fell asleep in his arms. Miguel hummed happily, kissing your head.

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By the time you woke up, you were still exhausted, but also relieved. A smile formed against your lips as you looked up at your husband. Miguel was watching the news, his hands stroking your hair every now and then.

"How's our baby?"

"Healthy," Miguel responded and pecked your forehead, "How are you?"

"Tired. When can we go home?"

"Soon, baby. I know you don't like hospitals." Miguel hummed and chuckled lowly, "That much of a hurry to go home and make another baby?"

"M-Miguel!" You squeaked, covering your face in his chest, "H-How long have you....b-been ready for another one?"

"Months." Miguel said with a soft groan, nibbling against your ear, "You've been so fucking tempting."

"Miggy!" You whined softly.

Miguel just chuckled, pulling you close as he whispered dirty thoughts into your ear.

He was ready for another child.

And he wasn't going to wait much longer. Not after holding back for the last few months.

"Ah, amor, I'm going to treat you so good after doing such a good job."

"Miguuuuuuel!"

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I hope you enjoyed! Puzzle Pieces is always fun to write! Also, you all might like my new series:

Over-Time

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[harufluff]

'not like you don't want one!!' nishimura riki

warnings - minor cursing, falling lol

genre - fluff, nishimura riki x fem!reader, established relationship au

wc - 0.7k

'oh my gosh-' 'what...' you had stopped in your tracks as a park ice skating rink came into view. you had walked from your hotel down to a little burger place that an employee where you were staying recommended.

you had known the weather was going to be chilly, so you dressed in simple grey sweatpants, a long sleeved t-shirt with one of your boyfriends sweaters to stay warm. riki wore a typical riki outfit, consisting of mostly black and oversized clothing.

but while walking to the restaurant, the bright string lights illuminating the rink had taken your attention away from the food. you pointed your hand towards the group of people skating around in a circle.

riki chuckled at your cute gesture. 'do you wanna go ice skating after we eat?' he asks, looking down at you. 'can we go now...?' 'no?? im so fucking hungry right now, are you crazy?'

you tried fighting him, but hungry riki was not an easy opponent. the two of you ended up eating at the restaurant and then you dragging him out of the door to make your way to the ice skating rink.

'c'mon!! lets go skate, ki!' he just giggled and let you take his hand to lead him to the check in stand. you payed for the tickets and a locker where you put your bags and shoes inside, then you made your way to the benches to tie your skates up.

'do you know how to tie ice skates?' you had nodded at first, but you had ended up getting confused with the way the laces went through the hook thingys.

riki helped you lace them up when he was done with his, being the kind hearted boyfriend he is. 'all set. why don't you try standing up-.' you stood up with a slight wobble, but you ended up getting the hang of picking your feet up further in order to not fall of your face.

your ankle leaned slightly and you grabbed onto your boyfriends jacket to stable yourself. 'ah- careful...jeez were not even on the ice yet-' you chuckled quietly and continued to hold on to him as you made your way to the entrance of the rink.

at first it was still wobbly, but as you continued to gain speed, it got slightly easier! riki made sure to keep an eye on you while you stuck your tongue out in deep focus.

as the time went on and continued to grab onto your boyfriend, but he grew fond of it. the two of you stayed on the ice for a few more minutes until the person in front of you kicked up a large piece of ice from the rink, causing you to freak out a bit and trip over your own feet.

'b-babe-!' you once again, grabbed your boyfriends arm and dragged him down with you. he, being the good boyfriend he is, made sure his back was hitting the ground rather than yours.

a quiet scream came out of your mouth as your head hit riki's chest. he gestured you to get up so there was no more traffic jams in the ice rink.

'are you ok?' he asked, gently cupping your cheeks to make sure nothing was broken. you simply giggled at his worriedness and grabbed his hand to lead him on in another circle.

riki always thought you looked best from the back. he always pointed out the members how happy you look while going somewhere with him when he zoned out.

truthfully, you did the same with your friends. you fell the the ice for the nth time and riki made you get off the ice before you would break your leg.

'c'mon lets go back to the hotel...' he said, sitting you down on the small bench while crouching down to untie your skates. 'but its so boring there-' 'i wouldn't call sleep boring, babe.'

'yea maybe for you...you dont get kicked constantly.' you retort back at him. he giggled at your response, which made you smile in reaction. 'at least i dont get woken up at 1 am for a hug.' 'HEY ITS NOT LIKE YOU DONT WANT ONE-' your sentence is cut off by your boyfriends lips against yours. he pulls away, quite to early for your liking.

you feel his warm breath against your mouth. 'you're right...i do want them.' a chuckle escapes your smile. 'c'mon let's go back now, ok?'

'ok, but be prepared to get the biggest hug of your life!'

©harufluff 2023

a/n - happy birthday ki!! ilysm youve made my life so happy, so i really hope you're doing ok. you seem sad lately so im hoping you will feel better soon. i love youuu!! (ik hes not seeing it lol not bug me about it again this year)

[yawntutsyip]

okay request! aonung with fem metkayina

aonung takes notice that you have bloomed, from a shy reserved girl to slowly gaining confidence and coming out of your shell. he comes to find he isn't the only one that has taken notice, and gets slightly agitated when one of the popular hunters voices his interest during their return from a hunt one afternoon.

Aonung, not one to bite his tongue for long, says something to him. The other boy realises that aonung has a soft spot for you. To bring in some comedy, they both have a stare off before racing back to the village. Competing on who has the larger catch of fish, or who has the biggest fish.

They both stumble onto the sand, racing towards the village, the other boy getting ahead of anoung, in a rush aonung didnt see you, and you with him, as you were also rushing. You bump into each other, hard for you because of his strong chest, but it sends you both stumbling.

This sends the necklace you had just made go flying into the water and sinking. You were too shocked by being so close, he almost doesn't realise its you from frustration. But you quickly notice the necklace is not in your hand and give him a quick look, which he returns in shock. He is cut off from saying anything when you dive into the water out of view. Of course the other boy, just had to witness this and starts laughing with some others from afar, Roxto joins the crowd before assisting aonung.

Turns out the necklace you made was for aonung, but he would never know, because either you didnt find it, or you did and couldn't find the game to give it to him after that embarrassing encounter.

1st alternative if reader doesnt find the necklace, she speaks to tsireya about it,explaining it was important, she found the perfect shell and such to gift someone, tsireya tries to find out who but reader wont budge.

2nd alternative if reader does find the necklace she also speaks to tsireya about it, asking for advice on how she can gift it to someone who she might not have a chance with. Tsireya goes off naming boys, but suddenly comes to ask if its her brother. Tsireya could recall one day when you joined her group of friends for the first time, they started gossiping about boys, and you gotten quiet and kept focus on something else when aonungs name was brought up.

Idk about an ending and im sorry if its too long or not detailed enough. Or even a boring idea

Warnings: none 🤷‍♀️

AN: I hope you liked this , and this was what you were hoping for, tysm for requesting. sorry if there’s mistakes I’m writing this at 2 am in the morning 🧎‍♀️I’m tired asf. ❤️ ily tho

The necklace:

The village was alive and happy as they had been throwing a celebration for the hunters that had returned from their trip successfully and safely. The sound of drums pounding, woman singing, rattles shaking, and children’s laughter with the complimentary sound of the ocean in the background.

You stayed by the fire dancing in your own world, swaying your hips to the beat of the drums and humming along to the song. It was as if you were one with the music, letting yourself free from any problems. Unbeknownst to you, you had caught the eyes of a certain chief's son. Ao’nung.

He had been staring at you with hungry eyes from afar ever since he saw you get up and start dancing, the way your hips swayed to every beat, and how your hair gracefully blew against the wind. He was entranced by everything about you since you guys were younger. He had watched you grow from a shy little girl that was always too scared to talk to anyone into a young beautiful woman, finally out of your shell and not caring about the eyes around you. “(Y/N) is probably one of the most beautiful girls here, you know I’m thinking about asking to court her, treat her all night if you know what I mean ayeee”

The voice of another hunter nearby catching Ao’nung’s attention moving from you to land on Äenlu, even his name made the boy's blood boil. Ao’nung didn’t like the way he talked about you, talking about ‘treating you all night’ yeah right. No one was good enough for you…besides himself.

“You won’t get the chance to ask her, because I’m asking her first Äenlu” Ao’nung said staring at the other hunter, saying his name with as much venom he could muster up. This caught Äenlu off guard, making him realize he wasn’t the only one about to make a move on you. Both Metkayina boys stare at each other, looking as if they were about to pounce any second waiting for the other's next move. “Bro! Go grab the fish you had caught earlier and ask (Y/N) hurry! This is your chance” Rotxo nudges his friend with his elbow.

Immediately Ao’nung stands up and books it back to his hut, finding the biggest fish he and his father could catch ready to show it off and impress you. Äenlu doing the same shortly, as he had heard the boys advise. He wanted you badly to be his mate and just because Ao’nung was the son of the Olo’eyktan doesn’t mean he would go easy. Unfortunately, when they both came out of their family’s Marui they both noticed they had about the same size fish. Now, this was serious. Giving each other one last look they both ran back to where the celebration was being held, racing to see who could get to you first. They both stumbled in the sand nearly dropping the big fish in their hands.

For the people who didn’t know what was going on, they just looked like mad men running with fish, almost falling on their faces. It was quite embarrassing but they didn’t care. There was only one thing on their mind and that was you.

While all that chaos was going on, you stopped dancing and went back to where your friend Tsireya was. “Well~ are you gonna do it tonight? I think it’s the perfect moment!” She tells you with a teasing grin on her lips showing her dimples. Blush finds its way upon your face as you can’t help but smile back and nod. “I am. I even made him a necklace….do you think he’s gonna like it?”

You grabbed the necklace that was in your pouch and lift it to show Tsireya. It had taken you all night to put it together from weaving the string to diving for shells and pearls to make the beads, then having to shape them…it was a whole process but every moment was worth it as you made sure to have only good intentions while making it.

Tsireya’s eyes widen and stared at the necklace in awe, it was beautifully made and had taken much time. This made the girl curious as to who this boy was you were trying to confess to, you haven’t told her but only said it was someone you’d had your eye on for a while, as much as the girl wanted to pry and find out she knew not to push you and would wait for you to tell her yourself. “It’s incredible (Y/N)! Whoever this boy is, is very lucky!” She boasts and hugs you. She was happy that her friend mustered up the courage, she couldn’t wait to see you happy lily together with your future mate.

“Okay! Wish me luck…I’m gonna go find him!” You stated and took a deep breath in before bidding Tsireya goodbye and walking away. ‘Now where in the world could he be?’ You think to yourself and walk along the shore to get a better view of everyone.

‘hm…well he’s not dancing that’s for sure’ your eyes trailed over to the people that danced near the fire with their mates, hips swaying together in sync with bright happy smiles on their faces. You silently wish that to be you and him soon, you’re back against his chest with his hands on your hips getting lost in the tunes. The blush from earlier quickly finds its way back to your face along with a light fluttering feeling in your stomach.

Removing your gaze from the dancing you look in front of you and see the one person you had been looking for. Ao’nung. A smile finds its way on your face as you rush forward to the boy not realizing he was running towards your way. “Ao’nung?” You call out but it went unheard, you tried stopping yourself before you were about to crash into each other but it seemed like Eywa was not on your side today as your feet only slid in the sand sending you forward and knocking into Ao’nung…and down you both went, tumbling, you closed your eyes accepting your unfortunate fate, preparing to have a face full of sand. The fish and necklace in both your hands flew up and were tossed somewhere in the water.

When you opened your eyes, you look down and meet a familiar pair of aqua eyes staring back at you with shock, realizing who it was, your face soon held the same reaction. “(Y/N)?” He questioned with his eyebrows furrowed together.

Laughter begins to fill both of your ears pulling you guys out of shock and realizing a small crowd had begun to surround you two witnessing the whole thing. ‘Oh god how embarrassing…how am I supposed to give him the necklace now!?’ the thought wonders in your mind, you look to your hand and quickly sit up now sitting on his waist realizing it was gone.

‘No no no no’ you swing your head to look around the sand to see if it was anywhere, but there was nothing until you look to the water and see something shiny slowly sinking. Pushing all your weight into your hands you stand up and rush to dive into the water before it sinks to the bottom or before some fish swallowed it, the groan coming from Ao’nung completely goes unknown to you.

Rotxo runs over to his friend and helps him sit up while snickering to himself. “Well…you either made her flustered or she hates you-“ “Rotxo! Why would you say something like that?!” He cuts him off with a worried frown looking at this friend and then back to the water where you had dived in. “Bro! I’m just joking!!” Rotxo stops laughing as he sees how serious Ao’nung’s face was. He really liked her huh? This was the first time he’d seen Ao’nung so serious about a girl.

Eventually, everyone left back to the celebration, Äenlu decided to give you some time and would ask you later while Ao’nung and Rotxo went back to where they were chatting earlier, Rotxo was reassuring Ao’nung that you didn’t reject him, maybe you got scared? To be honest he didn’t know either and to him and everyone else it looked like you had rejected him but he wasn’t gonna say that to him.

After fighting with an ilu for the necklace you were able to get it finally after a game of tug of war and swam to the surface taking in a loud breath of air. You angrily stomped your way back to the shore and let out a tired sigh and sat down, feeling all the sand stick to your leg, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your head on your knees.

Well now your whole plan was ruined, how were you supposed to show your face in front of him now? He probably thinks you’re embarrassing or something. Oh, great mother, you messed up this time.

A groan of frustration slips past your lips as you throw your head back, gently dropping the necklace next to you. “(Y/N)?” Someone calls your name, already knowing who it was by the sound of their voice you don’t bother turning around and only send them a short hum in response. Tsireya frowns and sits next to you, the girl looks down at your hand and notices the necklace still with you. ‘uh oh what happened…?’

“…did you get the chance to give it to him?” She said quietly while folding herself in the same position while staring up at you from her knees. “not exactly…I messed it up ‘reya. I embarrassed myself in front of him and a couple of other people…and then I lost the necklace and had to fight with an ilu to get it back…oh Eywa it was such a mess….what do I do now?” Tears clouded your vision as you sniffle quickly wiping them away with the back of your hand.

“(Y/N)….who is this boy anyways? I’m sure he doesn’t think differently! Everyone has their moments silly” she wraps one arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer into a side hug. “I’m embarrassed to even tell you who it is…..” you mutter under your breath while looking away.

“hmmm…is it Aìäkx?” Tsireya starts by listing the names of all the boys in the clan. You said nothing but shake your head no. “Yutxo?…. Poewn?…no!? Hmmm…. Suotue?….. Kutxä?!” Your eyes widen as you let out a loud gasp when she said the name. “Tsireya! He’s so much older than us! Why would it be him?” Kutxä was one of the younger warriors that was always by the Olo’eyktan’s side, about a few years younger than Tonowari. “I’m just joking~ he is pretty hot though you gotta admit that- that auntie is one lucky girl-“ she begins and both of you burst out laughing.

“Okay okay…..hmm is it Rotxo?” Tsireya continues, your face scrunches up in disgust. “He’s like a brother, that’s gross to think about”

“Sorry sorry, what about Äenlu? I’ve seen him looking at you a lot lately agree he’s cute! Is it him?!” You smile and shake your head no once again. You did notice Äenlu here and there but he just wasn’t the one for you, he was also kind of a player and you knew once you reject him he would most likely move on to another girl the next day, that’s just how he was.

“What?! I’ve named every boy in our village! unless you are going after an older man- which I’m not hating on at all…I don’t judge but I do think it’s a little risky-“

“Tsireya! It’s not anyone older!” You shout and bury your face in your hands from embarrassment. “the only other person I haven’t named is!-“ Tsireya pauses her words and finally realizes who it’s been the whole time. Now that Tsireya thinks back to a certain memory of when you and she and some other girls were all talking about their crushes, they had all gone around saying names but when it came to you, you glanced at Tsireya before telling them you didn’t like anyone…it all made sense to her now.

“(Y/N) do you like Ao’nung?” Tsireya made sure to pay close attention to you, watching how your tail started thumping against the sand behind you and how your ears twitched at her brother's name. “would you be mad if I said yes?….” you shyly asked her while looking up at her as if you were ashamed. “Of course not! You should’ve told me and I could’ve helped you out!” She exclaimed while sitting up pulling you with her and grabs the necklace beside you shoving it in your hands. “You have to go tell him now! You have no idea how long he’s had an eye on you!”

“Wait! Tsireya- I don’t know…I mean-“ before you could finish she was already pulling you towards the gathering, both of you making your way to Ao’nung where he sat with his back against a log talking with Rotxo and a couple of other people. “Tsireya- how about I just wait till tomorrow or maybe like next month?…” “no you are doing this now! you have been preparing for this forever, it’s now or never”

Now here you are with Tsireya standing in front of Ao’nung and his group of friends. The group stopped talking and had attention now on both of you. You look to Tsireya and shake your head no backing away but before you could she pushes you forward to Ao’nung and gives you a thumbs up. “Uhm….Ao’nung…” you start while looking down at your feet. It’s been a while since you felt this shy, you thought you had finally gotten over it but being in front of Ao’nung, his presence was intimidating as his eyes trail up and down your figure before reaching your eyes. “(Y/N), I’m sorry for earlier! I should’ve been watching where I was going earlier-“

“(Y/N)! I saw what happened earlier! I was actually gonna ask you if you wanted to “ Äenlu interrupted by pulling both of your hands in his but before he could finish his question Ao’nung swiftly gets up and picks you up in his arms with you letting out a squeak in surprise. Everyone watches as he runs with you away, they all stand in shock as it happened so fast. “That’s not even fair?! What the hell?” Äenlu shouts as Ao’nung and your figure gets smaller and smaller, he was about to chase after you but Rotxo and Tsireya held him back shaking their head no with a glare.

“Ao’nung?!” You ask as you stared wide eyes at the boy in front of you who had just carried you away somewhere. “Will you allow me to court you (Y/N)?” Ao’nung said getting straight to the point, staring down at you, waiting for any response, when you don’t say anything he started to get worried thinking he just made a fool of himself until he sees you pull something out from your hand. A necklace, a beautiful one at that….was this when you were gonna tell him you had made it for Äenlu-

“I was gonna ask you the same thing…I made you this necklace….when we bumped into each other it fell in the water…that’s why I dived in! I don’t want you to think I was being weird or anything!-“ Ao’nung’s tense shoulders instantly drop with a sigh of relief, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him.

“Oh thank Eywa- I thought you were gonna tell me you made it for someone else, it’s beautiful (Y/N)” a shy smile falls on your lips as you look down trying to hide the purple hue that crept its way onto your face. “So…you don’t think I’m weird?”

“I don’t think you’re weird at all don’t worry” Ao’nung smiled sweetly at you. You lift your head back up and hold the necklace to his face. “Well? You wanna put it on? Do you accept my courting gift?”

“How could I ever decline, love”

“Good. I had to fight an ilu to get this back for you..”

“You did what?!”

perm. tag list: @gender3nvyy @eywas-heir @kenzi-woycehoski @ilovejakesullysdick @fanboyluvr @definitelynot-here @buckyb4rnes

I’m sorry to the two 😩 idk why I can’t tag you

[folkloresthings]

[ regretful + for lewlewlemon 🍋 (lewis hamilton) please ] im so dumb for not placing it on my ask earlier, lmfao

[ regretful ] for a kiss meant to apologise for with lewis hamilton.

✩⡱ warnings: suggestion of sex, some arguing

you knew what you were getting into when you started dating lewis. his entire life was racing, all he’d ever wanted was to be a formula one driver. so when your relationship got serious, you were quick to understand that you weren’t his only priority.

for the most part, this was absolutely fine. you adored watching him do what he loved and being his number one supporter. but sometimes, you couldn’t help but feel a little… left behind. when he’d get home after you’d fallen asleep and leave before you would wake in the morning. like two ships, passing in the night, days would go by before you could actually have a conversation.

“you know what peak season is like, y/n! i can’t just drop everything to go to dinner with you,” lewis sighs, one late night (or early morning), leaning against the kitchen counter.

you stand near the doorway, one of lewis’ old shirts hanging around your thighs, feet cold on the tiled floor. “i’m not—”

“i have to practice, or all of this was for nothing!” he’s frustrated, and tired, and probably a little hungry. you know that it’s not you he’s annoyed at, you’re just the nearest thing to take it out on. “i know that i’m not paying attention to you all the time, but i’m so close to another championship — i have to focus on that!”

“stop shouting!” you eventually interject, and he looks up at you in shock, softening when he notices the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “i’m sorry, okay? i just thought it would be nice to spend some time together. i… i miss you, lew. i’m proud of you, i am, but it’s just so lonely when you’re gone.”

it’s pitiful, how you can never hold yourself together in front of him. your cheeks soak with the tears falling down them now, feeling like a small child chastised for being needy.

“hey, hey,” lewis rushes across the kitchen in a few strides, pulling you into his strong chest. his heart breaks with guilt; the guilt of leaving you all alone while he was off chasing a dream. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.”

pulling back, he wipes his thumbs under your eyes, drying the tears that lay there. he pecks your lips, eyes watching just in case you wanted to hit him for being stupid. but you don’t, so he leans in again, a gentle kiss that spills all of his apologies across your lips.

“i love you, okay? and i promise i’ll spend more time here. i’m going to take you on so many dates you’ll be sick of me.”

you sniff, a giggle escaping your lips. lewis smiles softly, glad to see your sadness subsiding for a moment. you nod, nuzzling yourself into his chest for another hug, one he gladly returns.

“c’mon, let’s go to bed. i’ve got some time to make up for.”

[hyatoro]

Hi hi! Sorry for not being specific enough about my rq for August's NSFW hcs! I read the rules again and can you please do nsfw hcs of august with a service dom!reader? Very heavy on praising and worshipping August's body,always reminding him he's beautiful and commenting on his pretty expressions when they're having sex <33

Hop this is specific enough :))

Also,can I go by AM Anon? Im always forgetting what emojis I use for anon and i think letters can work better for me 😭

All good. Glad you came back! And of course you can be AM Anon. 

I’m going to focus on Post-story August for this since he’s that much more fun with his battle scars and all. 

Augustine Carver

He was always built, but you could tell that he put on even more muscle during his time at war. The first time he strips for you he’s hesitant, knowing that such scars aren’t ideal for noble men like him. 

He trusts you with his whole heart but that little voice nagging in the back of his head lingers y’know?

His obedience for you is up there however and it overpowers his hesitance when you tell him to undress for you. 

His bedroom was familiar, having grown up his whole life there, but when you stand over him with your hungry eyes it’s like you took over his space entirely. Which he would absolutely arrange should you desire it. 

August sits bare on the edge of his plush bed, eyes flickering towards the ground while he straightens his back. 

Your precious boy is so nervous. 

Whatever maddening voices that echo in his head, telling him to hurry and cover back up and hide his marred figure were instantly silenced when you cradled his face. 

His wide and vulnerable eyes stare at you for further cues. 

You simply kiss his forehead tenderly and then his lips. Okay. This was familiar territory. He could do this part. So he kisses you back just as softly, refusing to escalate this himself. 

He swallows when you pull back and you tell him to scoot back onto the bed completely. He listens. 

You then strip to the same level as him, not leaving him alone in this. And you crawl up to him, legs wrapped around his waist as you take one of his hands and kiss every finger, every knuckle, every callous his hands have. 

His breathing gets heavy with emotion. 

If you have your own scars from your own endeavors (training to delete the royal couple, etc, etc), he looks at them in mild wonder. You don’t stop him from tracing his hands on them either. It’s only fair. His touches are so soft you take his hand and rest it fully against your skin, reassuring him that you’re very much flesh and not glass. 

And then you get to praising him for his efforts during the war, recounting all the stories you’ve gathered of him while he was away. You kiss and caress every single one of them with the same love and adoration as the last. 

He’s not outright sobbing, but the steady flow of tears can’t be stopped as he basks in the warmth of your love. 

When you tell him all the things you love about him and ask if he agrees he doesn’t say anything. That’s when you start to bully him. Nicely. 

You’re loving on him so hard and he’s overwhelmed by your entire being as you ride him. 

Augustine hides his face when you mention how pretty he is. His face bursts into flames, as if it wasn’t already red before, and practically whimpers as he hides. Of course you fix that immediately by pulling his arms away. And if you so wish you can even use your shadow magic to restrain his hands from hiding his face. The flushed and teary face on this big buff scarred man makes heat course through you. Fuck he’s so perfect and pretty for you. 

You only release him when he promises not to hide, which is hard but he busies himself with touching you too. It’s grounding for him. 

He wants to cum. Needs to cum. But you keep bringing him to the brink and back, edging him because he can’t find it in himself to agree with all the wonderful things you’ve said about him. It’s a mix of not believing them and being too shy. Of course he’s not accusing you of lying. He’s just. Well. His self esteem isn’t as high as it was before everything had happened. Before he felt unlovable up until you came back into his life. 

He does eventually break, frantically crying out all the lovely things you’ve said about him as he begs to cum. 

“I’m a good boy! I’m handsome and strong and I deserve so many good things! Please let me cum! Please please please please you said I was good right?! Please let me cum!”

Of course he is, so you do. His body tightens like a bowstring and he convulses as he comes, thanking you for everything. 

His face is soaked with tears as he comes down from his high. When you dry his face for him he almost hides his face again, but he promised you so he keeps his hands by his side. You notice and chuckle, telling him that he doesn’t need to keep it up anymore, but also praising him for being so obedient. 

Since you gave him the okay he turns his face and hides in his pillow as he calms down from the whole ordeal. 

Your shadow magic flickers around the room and gathers things so you can clean the two of you up before snuggling under the covers. 

He makes this face where he wants to say something, but instead just goes for it, burying himself into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. You hold him back, squeezing him as tight as you can before snuffing the candles with the shadows. 

[mixupmycota]

we have reached the point i look forward to the most every new bioware release where my engine activates and i begin pouring over the narrative design as if it is a whalefall and im a hungry, hungry deep sea worm

there is always intentionality in the design, bioware has been pushing towards writing People as well as Characters as companions for like. the life of the studio. this isn't a formal gamedev classification it's just how i've been theorizing about their design process since i was a kid wanting to grow up to work for them.

i think veilguard has some of the best People writing they've ever done.

the distinction i am making here is that People writing allows for a lot more apparent inconsistencies, for a lot of depth and subtlety and it expects a lot from your audience. It benefits from analysis of interpersonal dynamics and from evaluating the actions of characters like you would a real person and using that to inform the roleplay.

It's something that the art form really lends itself too! The arc a given character has can be different between playthroughs, but they all come from the same person. Branching paths are potentiality, windows into how people react under different conditions.

Character writing can seem too - or sometimes actually - suffer when the focus is on trying to present companions as more independent, realized people, because there will be moments of stilted delivery or seemingly out of character reactions that rely on looking for context beyond the limits of the scene or the themes of the character arc. When writing People is done well it ensures there's always more to think about and is a huge reason for the enduring love for companions across games and time!! and i think that's so cool, actually.

if you just analyze companions through literary lenses, things will be missed, because they won't always play to type. if you just analyze them through focusing on their interpersonal relationships, things will be missed, because there will be thematic throughlines and subtext that has also been woven into their writing. the two pronged approach is so, so rewarding.

i think a lot about the reactions i am seeing to lucanis and neve's banter and the hate for that and the hate i've learned (i somehow missed it at the time) people had for isabela and fenris's interactions along the same line. a common point of contention is not liking how the characters "behave differently with each other than with rook/hawke."

I find that fascinating because that's the point, they're written to be people. Do you interact the same way with everyone you know?

The differences between Rook and Lucanis and Neve inform their dynamics with each other! Neve and Lucanis have a lot of mannerisms in common, they each have deep social attachments to their communities in a way the other characters do not, and both of them have trust issues. It is incredibly natural that they have a much different dynamic with each other, and that they can develop a friendship or more in the aftermath of choices that affect both of them very personally, and that influence how they see Rook.

They're written as people, as well as characters.

This is evident in Lucanis's romance as well, which leaves a lot to the player to put together. While it's fair that some feel his romance is "empty" along a character writing line, when you approach it from an interpersonal analysis standpoint, grounded in considering the realities of the events of the game and historical context and how they would affect a real person in that position: the fact that a romance even happens is breathtaking, and really elevates the events.

the game is really going to benefit from repeat playthroughs, from building a deeper understanding of each of the *people* in rook's team, and how they respond to different events under pressure and when they get a break from it, and i'm so, so excited to dig around in it for ages

[pragmatic-and-eepy]

how we feeling about future tomsworld tommatt

ooh ok so, im not the biggest tommatt enjoyer on its own BUT i am a polysworld enjoyer and can focus on just their relationship in the whole scheme of things.

so, my whole idea for Matt in tomsworld is royal, big, flashy. he's also a vampire in tomsworld, though this only ends up happening after he's moved out of the house. Matt is VERY desperate to get everything right, which is why he goes a bit power-hungry. He wants to control anything he can get his hands on, and with being a vampire he's got some extra edge to him (the main thing i focus on is the mind control/suggestibility powers he gets).

Tom is the last person Matt gets his hands on and boy is he annoyed by that. Tom was his closest friend before everything happened and out of the whole relationship the two of them were definitely the strongest, he was basically the only person who would trust him when things started getting... Well, weird. I feel like Matt didn't leave anything at the house, he just went back to convince the other three to join him.

Oh how that failed... It was a total accident that he left that place half dead, his arms barely holding onto the rest of the body. Edd's fault, though Tom took the brunt of that guilt for not managing to calm the situation down. And yet it was Tom who didn't join Matt willingly by the end of things.

Tom's trying to avoid everything that's going on now. He misses the others, especially Edd since he was the most level headed out of them all and now... Well, Tom's not exactly the best at keeping himself calm. And it's hard to sneak around when you've got a visor that you need to see.

Maybe by the end of things he'll give up. At least with Matt he won't have to worry about thinking about anything.

(this post brought to you by someone sending an ask after seeing this post. feel free to ask as well about anything, whether more for this post or for something else :])

[bunnieclit]

idk what else to say besides life's been fucking my fat ass lately 😻

butttt my sons been doing amazing and gaining more weighttt (he's completely fine dw just born 2 weeks before my expected due date so lil mans a tad bit below average on his body weight)

so lil update

lost 4 pounds that's it😭 since having my baby im always so hungry ive binged three times since having him and literally never feel full after ik i gotta fast to shrink my stomach back down but my bf is so persistent about me eating especially at dinner he's completely caught on to the fact that i have a problem we've gotten into several arguments recently over food around me not eating/not eating enough but i am trying harder than ever to focus on my health my mindset has changed a lot since becoming a mother of course i want to be thin again but not more than i want to be alive which is new lmaoooo

sooooo srry 4 the rant but i gotta get this shit off my mind

i feel so alone and empty when i'm home alone sooooo almost all day every day ik i gotta learn how to drive so i can have some sort of life outside of my room i sit here and just overanalyze all my relationships and every lil interaction with my bf i feel so bad bc he works sm and comes home excited to see me and the bby and im so bitter and cold for lik the first 30 minutes then snap out of it cuz literally WTF i wait around for him to get home lik a dog and by the time he gets here im in a terrible mood and for whatttttt he's so good to me and understanding :( im trying so hard to be better for him the last thing i ever want to do is push him away from me he's my world

i had a full blown breakdown on sunday when my family came to visit our bby but thank godddd i sped off to the garage before they noticed anything was wrong but me it's just since having the baby i can't even stand the way i look

me and my bf do this bs were we take pictures of each other naked looking stupid and it's never bothered me b4 we always send them back and forth when he's working but he took one on saturday and the second i saw it i wanted to puke i didn't even recognize myself i looked disgusting but i didn't make a big deal about it until sunday

it was all I could think about throughout the day i kept going back and just staring at the picture so by the time he got home i was so hurt i barely talked to him when my family got there he was being extremely standoffish and wouldn't even come into the living room where we all were which is extremely unlike him so i went over there to apologize and ask him if he was mad at me

ofc cuz he's the best bf told me no he's just confused and doesn't know why i'm acting like that i completely brokedown sobbing telling him about how the picture made me feel and i know he didn't mean any harm by it but that i just hate myself sm and don't know how he could love me looking like this but he's ofc so reassuring and supportive i felt so much better afterwards

he's way older than me so he's extremely against plastic surgery but told me last night that after we have our second child he will pay for me to get a tummy tuck bc he can't stand to see how my body is affecting me anymore

likk thank you sirrrrrr😻

[urlocalfaggot]

this one was requested but my dumbass accidentally deleted it so im so sorry but now that ik why my shit wasn't posting i can post now 😭. this one was a bakugou x male reader angst and i took a lot of time on it so it has over 4000 words so imma split in into a lot of parts- anyway lets go!

Fandom: My hero academia

Character: Bakugou Katsuki

angst to fluff

Am I Not Good Enough?

(M/n) was in his dorm, the lights off, the curtains closed keeping the shine of the sun away, and him under a pile of blankets. Him and Bakugou have been in a relationship since their second year of middle school. They have been through a lot together. But some things changed a bit once they made it into UA. Bakugou started hanging out with Kirishima, and the rest of the Bakusquad more. Whenever (M/n) would ask him if he wanted to hang out or go on a date or just have a cuddle session in one of their dorms, Bakugou would always shut him down by saying he was going to hang out with Kirishima or the Bakusquad. He always said he would make up for it but at the end of the day, he never did. Today was another one of those days where (M/n) goes to his room and looks at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts, letting them consume him. ‘Maybe he is losing feelings for me..?’ (M/n) thought as tears started to prick the sides of his eyes. ‘No. don't think like that (M/n).. he loves you.. Right..?’ (M/n) let out the tears that were dangerously close to falling out. He started sobbing and now that he did, he couldn't stop. He let all the tears and emotions he was bottling up out. On the other hand, with Bakugou. He was hanging out at the arcade with Kirishima and the others. They were playing random arcade games when Mina and Sero got hungry so they decided to go to the fast food place next to the arcade then go back once everyone ate. While they were ordering food Kaminari was talking about the time he got his head stuck in a pot and (M/n) helped him out. On the topic of the (h/c) haired boy, Mina asked Bakugou a question. “Hey Bakubae, how is (M/n)? I haven't seen you guys hang out much.” Bakugou looked at her with an irritated look. “Hah?! How am I supposed to know how he is?” “Um.. well you are his boyfriend. Don't you spend time with him?” Sero asked with a questioning tone while drinking the Sprite he got. “Of course I spend time with him tape arms!” Bakugou yelled at Sero, throwing his spoon at him. ��Oh really? Then why have you been blowing him off for us? You may not see it but we, or I, sure do. He always asks you to hang out and you blow him off like he’s nothing. Just wait Bakugou, he's going to stop trying to spend time with you and you're going to wonder why but the reason is your own actions.” Jiro said while glaring at Bakugou. “Pf yea ok headphones. (M/n) can't go a day without being with me. That will never happen.” Bakugou said, looking her dead in the eyes. “Just wait. We all know (M/n). When he doesn't feel good enough, he shuts off. And he cuts people off. Because he doesn't want to bother them. So fix the problem before it gets to that point.” Jiro said, getting mad and squeezing her cup. Bakugou looked down, knowing that what she said about (M/n) shutting off is true. But he doesn't think that that will happen. ‘I haven't been avoiding him. Right?’ he thought to himself. After that they went back to the arcade but Bakugou couldn't focus on any of the games now. Kaminari won against him in three games and he didn't even care. He was to focus thinking about (M/n). They got prizes with the points they got playing the games. Denki got a cute pikachu keychain. Kirishima got a choker with spikes on it. Mina got some cotton candy because she was still hungry. Sero got some cool headphones. Jiro got new eyeliner because they had that for some reason. Bakugou decided to get a plush for (M/n). The sun starts to set while they head back to the dorms. They walked into the common room to see the Dekusquad watching a movie. “Hey guys! What are you watching ?” Kirishima greeted. “Oh, we're watching (f/m). We asked (M/n) if he wanted to hang out but he didn't answer.” Uraraka answered,. Jiro gave a side look to Bakugou. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. Bakugou was deciding whether to go to (M/n)'s room right now or talk to him in the morning. He decided morning was the better option. So he went up to his room to get ready for bed.

i fuckin hate word limits. like why cant i just write long ass storiesm short stories tick me off but whatever. anyway im really proud of this so i will be making it into more parts and lucky me they are already done so thats one less thing i gotta fuss over. anyway hope yall like it!

[formula-fun]

if venom max is curious high levels of the hormone prolactin can cause men to lactate 🥸

stoppp im already throwing around a chapter where max is. nevermind i literally cannot explain this

Charles jerks awake at three in the morning. For a long moment he lays there, staring up at the ceiling, unsure what woke him, and then—

I need to multiply.

He blinks, sleep dragging through his brain. “Baby, are you awake?” he croaks.

Max tugs along his spine, making his hair prickle, and then manifests against Charles’ pillow just to let out a breezy huff against the side of his face. “Yes, Charles, I’m awake,” he says impatiently. “I need to multiply.”

Charles flicks on the bedside lamp and then rolls to face him, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he falls back against the pillows. “Multiply what?” he asks.

“Multiply,” Max repeats. A head bonks against Charles’ own as his eyes drift closed again, and he flutters back into wakefulness.. “Wake up, this is important.”

Charles scrubs at his eyes again. “Right, yes,” he says, voice rough. “Multiply. What does that—I don’t know what that means.”

“Multiply,” Max says flatly. “You know? It’s—we don’t do it like humans do, I only have to every…about every decade, I guess, on Earth, so it is not very common. But my cycle is restarting, I think, very soon.”

“Your cycle?” Charles tries through a yawn.

“Yes, Charles, my biological cycle.”

The pieces come together abruptly enough for Charles to choke on his next breath. Max’s flat white eyes scrunch shut vertically in what Charles recognizes as his version of an eye roll.

“Your—your reproductive cycle.”

“It’s not reproduction, we don’t reproduce, we multiply,” Max says all in one breath, eyes scrunching even further as Charles finds himself suddenly wide awake, “and it is not what you are thinking, you—Charles, what even—Charles, we produce asexually, this does not involve laying eggs in you.”

“I wasn’t thinking that,” says Charles, who is now thinking about that even harder.

“That’s very intriguing, and we will revisit it,” Max announces, “but our—please focus. Our cycles do not work the way they work on Earth. It will not be…pleasurable.”

“It will hurt you?” Charles asks, his heart clenching.

Max’s eyes scrunch a third time. “No, it will not hurt, but it will be unpleasant. Usually when I have these—”

“Wait, you have—you’ve already had them? You have kids?”

“I am trying to explain this,” Max says, impatient. “Every decade or so, our cells split and multiply. Our offsprings’ first instincts are consumed. If they are very strong, they will consume their parent from the inside out. Then they will go off on their own and continue to feed until they are strong enough to join the hive. They aren’t like you—they don’t need…nurturing, or care. We don’t need that.”

You do. I take care of you, Charles thinks before he can stop himself. Max doesn’t acknowledge the thought other than by blinking slowly like one of the cats.

“Okay,” Charles says, trying hopelessly to keep up. “So you will…you will multiply, and we will have this baby—”

“Not a baby,” Max says very clearly. “Charles, you—you are so sweet, look at you,” he says, and bonks him on the head again. A tendril wraps around his waist, heavy and warm; Charles relaxes into the mattress. “We have babies, Charles. We have two of them in the other room, and they are ours, and they are very sweet and soft and they love us. This will not be a baby, it will be a very angry, very hungry creature that wants to eat us.”

“That’s kind of what human babies are like,” Charles mumbles.

“Human babies learn. This will not learn. Its first and last instincts will be to kill.”

Charles frowns, squirming.

“I can see in your head,” Max tells him, serious. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“It’s yours,” Charles says softly. “How can it be like that when it’s yours?”

Max sighs. He pets up Charles’ spine, a trail of shivers following in his wake. “I learned to be this way. You and I grew into this. We’re exceptional like that. We’re not the default.”

Warmth spreads through his chest. He likes that—that they’re exceptional, some outlier to a nature that didn’t suit either of them. When Max registers the feeling it’s doubled back on itself.

Charles swallows. “Okay,” he says, then licks his lips. “Okay, what’s going to happen?”

“I will be very hungry,” Max says. “I will be tired. I will gather my strength. When it is created, it will want to eat me, and then once it has done that it will probably want to eat you. You won’t be able to reason with it; it won’t know any French and it won’t care who you are, unless you’re a valid host, in which case it will probably kill you in a day or two because it won’t know how to take care of your body,” Max lists off. “So to prevent all of that I will just eat it before it fully forms.”

“You’ll eat it?”

“Yes, it’s very common for us to eat our young. My first memory was of almost getting eaten. It’s very normal.”

“Your parent tried to eat you?”

“Of course. I was too fast, though.”

Charles just stares.

“I promise you this is the best possible outcome,” Max assures him. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand. Whatever you need,” Charles says faintly. “I just—I think I would have preferred the eggs, honestly.”

“I’m aware. Intimately aware.” Charles’ groan is muffled into the duvet as he pulls it over his face to smother himself.

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Oh mama I hear you! I think this is part of why i have struggled so hard to get back into my own writting. Know that I (and many others) drink up every drop of writting you grace us with and I absolutely reread the Daddies when I am feeling a kinda way.

But if you are looking for prompts, this one always kills me

“You can take it.”

🥺 I've been writing a lot and I'm so used to either jumping the gun and sharing early (such a problem of mine lol) or what I write isn't too long and I can share within a few days. I'm not used to huge fics, and while I am absolutely loving this challenge, I'm sad I don't have things to share or much interaction. 🥺 You're the sweetest bean, I lub you so much.

James' teeth dig into the nape of Steve's neck when he makes a move to jerk away, when the pressure and stretch becomes a bit too much. The move is feral, is damn near savage in the way Daddy locks him in place without the use of his hands. The pain from James' bite momentarily takes his mind off the pain between his legs, and the way Daddy's larger body drapes over his own has his body almost vibrating in pleasure.

"You can take it, Steven. Take it for Daddy," James breathes into his neck, right into that sensitive spot under his ear. Steve chokes on his rebuttal, the older man's cock stretching him out further as he presses his hips insistently forward. Fuck. His moan is throaty as he lets it out into the sheets beneath him, long and drawn out.

"No, I don't...hurts, Daddy. S'big, so big and I'm...my hole is so small. Daddy."

While the stretch does indeed take Steve's breath away, zeroes in his focus onto the way his body opens up and accepts James' cock with the help of only lube, it isn't causing him unbearable pain. It's good pain, yummy pain, pain that he feels all the way down to his bones.

He loves a good stretch, craves it, but he also loves a flair of the dramatics. And he knows for a fact Daddy loves hearing how big his cock is and how little Steve's cunt is.

He sniffles and spreads his legs.

"Mhmm, know it, know that tiny fuckin' hole will be so achy after this, but you better take it, sweet boy. C'mon, you can fuckin' take it. Say it, say "I can take it, Daddy". Do it."

"I...I can take it, Daddy," he damn near slurs, words going right to his head as well as his dick. God, that's nice. James purrs, rumbles as he gives Steve a set of messy kisses along the side of his face, his hips slowing to a stop along the curve of Steve's ass.

"I can take it, Daddy," he groans for a second time, more for himself as James bottoms out, a set of thick fingers wrapping around the front of his throat and squeezing. "Yes, fuck I can take it, Daddy."

"You absolutely can, hole so fuckin' hungry for it. Squeeze me, squeeze all around my cock, there you go, that's my boy. You gonna let Daddy ride you into the mattress? You gonna let 'im be greedy? Mhmm, know you are; you love it when Daddy is greedy. Now put your hands on the headboard and let Daddy have his..."

[jules-writes-stories]

Im enjoying JEL but have been feeling isolated from Azris as a Mor fan lately. Every fic lately has her being OOC. A villain, cruel, psycho to the point that she's hated. Writers can do what they want, of course, it just sucks bc I like her but I also like azris. Am I the only one?

I guess im wondering if Mor will having some kind of arc? no spoilers, I know . just wonder what you plan for her. you always give your characters a lot of love, even how you treated mithras was with kindness. Just curious. thanks for reading. really enjoy the story too.

Hi anon,

First of all, I hate that you’re feeling isolated, especially from Azris. To me, this ship is about being low key and inclusive. That said, your feelings are so valid, and I see where you’re coming from. I’ve given this a lot of thought:

I think some of the “Mor vs Eris” dynamic can be overcome by accepting that two hard truths can coexist. Mor is a victim who was used by a power hungry and cruel father and so was Eris. They don’t have to be pitted against each other in that situation. They were terrified, abused kids who acted out of terror and a lack of agency.

I can’t speak to other writers’ stories— but I think OOC can be subjective? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read someone else’s interpretation of a scene in a trad pub book and been like, wait? Did we read the same thing? I think we bring so much personal stuff to a character that they become more of a spectrum and less of a fixed quantity? So two readers could experience the same character, but focus on opposing aspects of said character/value certain traits over others. And while they seem contradictory, both are true.

Example: Mor: She was a freedom fighter who liberated human slaves in the first war on Hybern. She rescued Feyre when she was trapped in Spring. She’s so loyal to those she loves. And she kicked ass in Adriata. She’s a High Fae who loved a mortal woman, and lost that love. No regrets.

She also does nothing canonically to liberate those who are queer, poor, or female in the Hewn City, even as third most powerful High Fae in Night. In fact, she actively works to keep the courts segregated by keeping them from Velaris. And there are still innocents living under Keir… have been for 500 years. So: I want her to do something. I want her to step into her power.

For me, (I only speak for myself), I want Mor to be a banshee and a queen— a liberator and a leader. I think she ran so fast, so terrified, and slammed the portal door shut, and now she’s haunted by all she left behind. I want her to go back, open that portal and step into her Truth and Power and liberate her Court.

Without giving too much away, I hope to give her some of that in JEL. I don’t hate Mor. (I’m assuming you read the more recent chapter so I’ll say)— I have her save Mith in that flashback scene for a reason. She was a little girl screaming at sadistic Darkbringers. She saved her best friend. She’s defended so many. And she will again.

I want to see her heal her wound, so she can heal the wounds of an entire Court. There are dreamers down there waiting for her!

Sorry this is so long— you can tell I care about a character when I write this much. (Keir: I’d just be like, WHY is he still alive? Lol)

And thank you for noting my love for my characters. I do really care for them, especially my OC monster baby Mithras 🖤🐍. I hope I at least sort of addressed your answer in this ramble!