#stew-pod

[ancomboyfailure]

torn between wanting a reveal in s5 of who warren killed and why, or keeping it vague.

of course, on the one hand, leaving it up to interpretation makes a lot of sense from a thematic perspective: plot-wise, it really doesn't matter a whole lot what had happened, and one of the biggest themes in red valley is that we aren't defined by our worst moments and everyone is human. from a podcast that shows empathy to the worst of the worst, even allowing bryony f***ing halbech to be shown as a human being at points instead of a supervillain, it's irrelevant whether warren was justified or not. it's irrelevant whether he murdered someone in cold blood or did it as revenge or self-defense or because he was pissed off. the warren godby that we know is the real warren godby, and the circumstances of a murder over forty years ago don't define the person that we've been listening to. not disclosing any information about the murder, even after warren himself learns about it, humanizes the character and makes him more than his worst moments. we haven't learned what warren did yet, and it'd be really interesting if that always stays out of focus, as in the end it's not important in the slightest.

and on the other hand, i'm nosy and honestly realllyyyy want to learn any scrap of information about this dude.

[andromeda3116]

like i really think people outside small towns - especially in the south - wildly underestimate what it takes to leave them

like, here's what it took for me to move 450 miles from home:

familial support on both sides of the move, i.e.:

--people to help pack the u-haul for free

--someone to drive the u-haul for free

--a place to stay overnight after arriving in the new city for free

--people to help me unpack the apartment for free

--people to chip in on gas

--people to buy lunch/dinner on the way over

--people to give advice on where to look for apartments

--people to give me a place to stay while apartment-hunting so that i didn't have to go in sight-unseen to a new home

--a big one: a brother with whom i lived for a year at very cheap rent and expenses to save up what i could

a decent job in a niche in-demand field back home, which allowed me get a well-paying job here in the same in-demand field with enough experience to start off in a good place

a reliable, reasonably fuel-efficient car that could travel 450 miles without concern (which was paid off beforehand)

a $4500 personal loan from the bank (which i used every single penny of) - which also required:

--good enough credit to qualify for a personal loan

--enough income from the previous year to get enough from the loan to move

enough income pre-move to cover expenses for my final month at home and my first three weeks of work here before getting a paycheck

(aside: people were like "why would you start your new job less than a week after moving?? that's so stressful!!!" like my doll my dear my darling i needed the fucking paycheck as quickly as possible after moving)

enough food to bring along so i could eat between moving and getting that check

related, and also in the "familial support" column: people to help me pay for gas and/or feed me if i ran out of money/food

of course the baseline of a home to stay in at all back home, internet to do the zoom interview and find apartments to rent, as well as the structure in the hometown like a u-haul facility and a good bank with which i have a long-standing account

also, only having to move myself and my pets rather than having children who would need to have either daycare or schooling lined up on the other side of the move

now, like, obviously you can move without these things - and of course any kind of support system can take the place of my family, either friends or community groups or government programs - but they are not easy things to necessarily contact or interact with from hundreds of miles away, and not having them leaves you potentially very vulnerable in the new place, sometimes to the point of life-threatening

and i wasn't even that poor! i mean i was below the median income, but only by a few grand - and it still required a solid baseline at home, support on both sides of the move, and a personal loan, and i still barely managed to do it

"why don't you just move???" is such a severely, blindly, mind-bogglingly classist statement that it makes me just immediately disengage with whoever is saying it

like, even if you don't have roots in the place you're at, moving away is fucking hard and fucking expensive

--signed, someone who has been rankling deeply at the casual way people talk about "just mov[ing]" like that's a normal, easy, obvious thing to do and not something that is absolutely price-gated to hell and back

[popbooth]

Malabari Chicken Stew Recipe The time-tested combination of chicken breasts, potatoes, and onions takes a turn to the east with this Indian-inspired, flavorful and creamy stew made with coconut milk and lots of interesting spices.

[eyha]

Malabari Chicken Stew The time-tested combination of chicken breasts, potatoes, and onions takes a turn to the east with this Indian-inspired, flavorful and creamy stew made with coconut milk and lots of interesting spices. 2 tablespoons plain yogurt, 1 tomato diced, 2 teaspoons ground coriander, 2 teaspoons ginger garlic paste, 1/2 cup water, 3 large potatoes cubed, 2 bay leaves, 1 teaspoon ground black pepper, 1/2 teaspoon ground turmeric, 1 piece cinnamon stick, 2 carrots diced, 4 skinless boneless chicken breast halves cubed, 3 fresh green chile peppers sliced, 1 tablespoon heavy cream, 1/2 teaspoon salt or to taste, 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, 3 whole cardamom pods, 2 onions sliced, 3 whole cloves, 1.5 cans coconut milk

[kenacoki]

Playing With Fire

//Pairing// Eddie Diaz x Fem!Reader

//Summary// You and Eddie have never gotten along ever since you’ve joined the 118. When the two of you are forced to quarantine together after a sudden exposure to a possible virus while on a call, there’s only so much that can happen.

//Request// Smut prompts #1, #7, #12, #14, and #15

//Word Count// 6.86k

//Warnings// MDNI (18+), smut (p in v), dirty talk

//Dividers// sister-lucifer

//a/n// This is my first time ever writing smut! If you guys have any constructive criticism feel free to let me know :)

It was another early start at work. The fire station was rather peaceful during these hours; a few members were just waking up after late-night calls, and a few others were just finishing up breakfast.

As you arrive and head up to the loft, you can just barely make out the figure of a person hunched over in a chair at the kitchen island.

Eddie Goddamn Diaz.

He was half-sleep in his seat, slumped over on one arm and sipping on a quickly cooling cup of coffee, his eyelids half closed.

He didn't notice your approaching steps into the room for a few seconds, only stirring into consciousness upon hearing you get closer. Quickly jerking into a more awake state, he turns his head to look at you as you enter the kitchen.

"Oh, it's you." He mumbles.

His voice was low and rough from the early hour as he spoke, his eyes still partly closed and the look on his groggy face suggested he hadn't even registered his words properly. He yawned and took another small sip from his cup, before looking at you again.

"What time is it?" He asked in his half-conscious state.

“Time for you to go back to sleep,” you grumble, turning on the coffee maker and popping in a (f/f) coffee pod. “God knows you need all the beauty sleep you can get.”

Eddie lets out a low scoff as he hears your words, slowly turning his head to look at you. His brown eyes were half-open still, but he had mustered enough energy to form an annoyed expression.

"Haha, very funny." He responded dryly. "Maybe you should worry about your own face before commenting on mine."

Eddie takes another weary sip from his coffee, now eyeing you from across the kitchen as you get your drink ready.

It's been like this for several months now between you two, constantly butting heads and getting into small arguments at every opportunity. Everyone at the station has gotten fed up with the constant fighting by this point, especially considering both of you have to work so closely on calls.

But despite this, there was a part of both of you that actually enjoyed the arguing.

Each time you argued, something in the back of both of your minds enjoyed it. The tension between you both heightened with each heated exchange, and the adrenaline it brought felt almost...

Thrilling.

He knew exactly how to push your buttons, and you knew how to get under his skin just as easily. It was almost a game to you both; to see who would snap first and give in.

But each time, nothing ever happened. The tension would rise and rise until someone was there to break up the argument, and both of you would be left to stew in the tension until the next time it happened.

It was like an endless cycle. You both knew the other's weaknesses and kept throwing little jabs at each other any chance you got.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if you were born an asshole, or if someone just hurt you so bad that—”

“Oh, here we go.” Eddie quickly cuts you off with a scoff, not letting you finish your jab at him. “I was wondering how long it would take you to start with your insults.”

He shifts in his seat, his muscles tensing just slightly in annoyance, "Can't you keep your mouth shut for more than two seconds?" Eddie retorted, an edge to his voice.

"And miss the chance to piss you off? Never." You spit with a smirk, leaning against the counter as you watch Eddie's tired expression.

Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh, running a hand over his face tiredly as he grumbles softly.

"Te juro que no eras tan atractiva—” He grumbles, the irritation building up inside him.

“I literally have no idea what you’re saying, so that literally affects me none.”

Eddie’s eye twitches as he hears your response, his annoyance shifting into anger.

His grip on his coffee cup tightens, clearly trying with all his might not to lose his temper. It’s probably a miracle that he hasn’t thrown it at you yet.

The tension in the room is almost tangible, both of you on the verge of another argument, even despite Eddie’s tired state.

“I swear to god,” He starts, his voice growing harsher. “If you don’t shut your mouth, I’m gonna—“

“Is it even possible for you both to not argue for once in your lives?”

You both jump in surprise to find Chimney standing at the top of the loft stairs, a mix of amusement and irritation on his face.

He crosses his arms and leans against the railing of the loft, eyes flickering between the both of you.

“It’s not even 8 a.m. and yet, and you two are already arguing like an old married couple.” He jokingly teases, a knowing smirk on his face.

Eddie’s eyes harden at Chimney’s words, while you can’t help but scoff at the comment.

“We are not a married couple.” Eddie retorts immediately, while you respond simultaneously.

“Yeah, to be married couples actually have to like each other.”

Chimney just chuckles and shakes his head, “Could’ve fooled me.” He pushes himself off the railing and walks further on into the kitchen, moving towards the coffee machine.

You stand there stewing about chimneys comment when the alarm on the side of the station wall starts ringing.

“Medic Unit needed…unconscious woman at Jameson Park.”

Chimney grins as he pours his coffee, “You two are handing the ambulance today—Bobby’s orders, not mine.”

You and Eddie share a look, “Looks like our shift just got started.” He mutters under his breath.

His tired demeanor quickly fades as he starts to move out of his seat, setting his now empty coffee cup on the counter.

The two of you quickly make your way down the loft stairs to the main floor of the station, Chimney watching the both of you leave.

“Please don’t kill each other before anyone’s been rescued!” He calls out to you both jokingly.

Eddie just rolls his eyes, not even bothering to respond to Chimney. The two of you climb into the ambulance, you hop in the passenger seat as Eddie starts it up. Swiftly pulling out of the station and driving towards the park.

The drive to Jameson Park is done mostly in silence, with both of you far too focused on getting to the scene to start getting snappy with each other. You can feel the remaining tension from your earlier argument bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment though.

After a few minutes, the familiar area of the park comes into view. Eddie turns off the road and down into the park, the ambulance soon pulling up to the scene.

You immediately jump out, rushing over while Eddie quickly trails behind.

A small crowd of people gathered around a young woman sitting on a nearby park bench. She is sitting slumped over, looking dazed and confused.

Both of you quickly set to work, Eddie kneeling down in front of the woman to check her over while you start asking questions.

“What happened?” You ask the group, trying to get a general idea of the situation.

“We were just walking through the park, and suddenly she collapsed.” A young man in the crowd explains, his voice filled with worry. “She’s been kinda sick for the last few days, like uh a fever and some cramps but that—oh, and red eyes!”

You nod before glancing down at the woman.

“Are her pupils responsive?” You question, squatting down beside Eddie.

He glances at you from the corner of his eye as he checks the woman over

“They’re sluggish,” Eddie mutters, turning his gaze back to the young woman. “Ma’am, can you hear me? Do you know where you are?”

The woman raises her head slowly, her gaze unfocused and confused. She looks around her surroundings, her body swaying slightly as she tries to focus her vision.

Finally, her eyes fall on Eddie, and she looks up at him, her voice rough and raspy as she speaks.

“Huh…w-where I am?”

Eddie’s brow creases together in concern as he continues to check her over. It’s clear that whatever’s wrong with her is serious, and you guys need to act quickly.

“You’re in Jameson Park. You’ve just had a fall.” He responds, his voice firm. “We’re here to help you, alright? What’s her vitals?”

“Fever’s getting pretty bad…” You mutter, checking her temperature. “Blood pressure is through the roof, pupils are fully dilated and she’s struggling to focus. We need to get her to a hospital ASAP.”

Eddie nods in agreement, his expression tense, “Alright, ma’am, we’re going to have to take you to the hospital, all right? We need to get you checked out and taken care of.”

The woman nods slightly in response, her body still swaying as she struggles to stay conscious.

“I, uh, don’t feel very good-” She manages to mutter, her voice slurred and weak.

You two get her safely secured on the stretcher and roll her towards the back of the ambulance.

“I’ll sit back here with her.” You swing the door open, climbing into the back as you carefully pull the stretcher inside.

“Alright, I’ll drive.” He responds with a nod, heading up to the driver’s seat and starting up the engine.

You sit back with the woman on the stretcher, both of you strapped in securely as you watch Eddie begin to drive.

Eddie’s driving is even more focused than usual, weaving through traffic smoothly as he heads to the nearest hospital.

The woman’s breathing starts to become more labored, as both her fever and her heart rate continue to rise. You look up as the IV drips, gently placing the oxygen mask over her face.

“We’re almost there, okay? The doctors will be ready to help you.”

Eddie glances into the rearview mirror, noticing her struggling. He bites his lip, his hands gripping the wheel a little tighter as he focuses on the road.

"How's she holding up back there?"

“How about you just work on getting us to the hospital.” You snip at him, more than a little stressed from the current situation.

Eddie glares back at you through the mirror, an annoyed look on his face at your tone.

"I was just asking a question." He responds, his voice strained. "No need to be bitchy about it."

“I’m not being bitchy.” You retort, gesturing towards the woman on the stretcher. “I’m just a little bit focused on our patient if you can’t tell.”

You huff and return your attention to the woman, the air in the ambulance growing increasingly tense.

Thankfully, you see the hospital come into view through the front windshield. A sigh of relief escapes you.

Eddie pulls up outside the entrance of the Hospital’s ER, quickly getting out of the driver’s seat and pulling the ambulance bay door open.

Together, both of you quickly rush the woman into the emergency room, a team of doctors and nurses instantly descending on her to take her in.

You and Eddie stand a few feet back from the action, watching as the hospital medical team takes the woman in and starts to treat her.

Both of you let out a collective sigh.

Eddie glances at you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he struggles to hold back his comment. "So... you gonna apologize for earlier, or what?"

Surely he isn’t serious right now.

“And why should I?” you retort instantly, turning your gaze to look back at him. “Last time I checked, I didn’t have anything to apologize for.“

A mocking smile on your lips, your hand comes down on his shoulder as you start outside, “Don’t take everything to heart.”

Eddie scoffs, shrugging off your hand, his face hardening. “Are you kidding me right now?”

He steps closer to you, his voice low and pointed. “Why can’t you be professional for once and just answer a goddamn question without being a smartass?”

“Oh, so it's my fault you can't handle a simple answer?” You fire back, taking a step closer to him, your volume increasing. “And why should I be the one who has to be professional when you're always the one making snide jabs”

Eddie lets out a scoff, his eyes narrowing. “Yeah, because you’re always such a goddamn peach to work with.”

He moves even closer, practically towering over you now, irritation clear in his tone. “You’re the one who starts—”

“I am not arguing with you in the emergency bay of a hospital! Just, let’s go.” You storm past him, bumping his shoulder with yours as you climb into the passenger seat.

Eddie stands there for a moment, frustration and agitation written all over his face. He clenches his fists tightly, trying and failing to reign in his anger. After a moment, he lets out a huff and angrily stomps over to the driver's seat.

He gets in with a thud, slamming the door behind him.

The drive back to the station is done in complete silence, with both of you refusing to talk. The tension between you and Eddie is at an all-time high.

Finally, the station comes into view, and Eddie pulls the ambulance back into its space a bit more swiftly than necessary.

Both of you climb out of the ambulance, still refusing to even look at each other. The air between you is electric, full of anger and tension.

As you make your way towards the kitchen loft, you see Buck, Chimney, Hen, and Bobby standing around the island, watching you both with worried looks on their faces.

Bobby steps forward, his face etched with concern, "You two, can I speak with you for a moment?"

His tone is firm, making it clear that this isn’t a request. Both you and Eddie just glare, but neither of you argue, knowing he won’t take no for an answer.

He motions for you both to follow him, leading you to a secluded area away from the others. Both of you silently follow, clearly not wanting to talk but knowing you have no choice.

Bobby turns to face both of you, and his expression is serious, "Listen, I just got a call from the hospital.”

You and Eddie exchange a glance at that. Both of you shift in place, the tension still palpable, but now mixed with a bit of worry as well.

Bobby looks between the two of you, “The woman you brought in…it’s not looking good,” He continues, his voice serious. “They’re doing everything they can, but her condition is critical.”

Both you and Eddie go still at that, the tension in the air being replaced with a sense of worry and regret. Despite your argument, both of you clearly cared about the outcome. Both of you stay silent for a moment, struggling to find the right words.

“The CDC thinks she may have a new strain of Bird Flu.”

Both your eyes widen at that, the gravity of the situation suddenly hitting you full force.

Bird flu?

That’s…that’s a serious, possibly deadly virus.

You glance at Eddie, noticing his expression shift from anger to worry. Both of you stand there in silence, processing the information.

Bobby, noticing your reactions, continues, "The CDC requested blood work to be done on her to bring safe. Until we know for sure, everyone that came into contact with her during that call is going to quarantine as a precaution."

Both you and Eddie nod in understanding, the severity of the situation sinking in even more. If the woman does have Bird Flu, that means you and Eddie were directly exposed.

The tension in the air has shifted, now replaced with an uneasy feeling. Bobby looks between you two, "Until we know for sure what's going on, I need you two to be diligent. Watch for symptoms." He instructs, his voice serious.

“Now, that also means you two will be quarantined here—to minimize the risk of spreading.”

Your heart sinks at that. Being quarantined means being cooped up and separated from the world, unable to do anything except sit and wait. But to make matters worse, now you’re gonna be stuck with Eddie for god knows how long.

You glance at Eddie briefly, noticing the slight look of unease on his face as he registers the same thing.

Bobby continues, noticing your reactions, " I know this isn’t ideal, but this is for everyone's safety."

He pauses for a moment, looking around to make sure the coast is clear, "Listen, I know you two have uh, a complicated relationship. But I need you to set that aside right now." He lowers his voice even further as he says this.

Both you and Eddie shift uncomfortably, knowing exactly what he's referring to. Your argument from earlier is fresh in both of your minds, making the prospect of being stuck together even less appealing.

You nod in understanding, “How long are we going to be quarantined?” You ask, your voice laced with slight irritation.

Bobby winces slightly, knowing that the answer isn't going to be what you want to hear.

"I can't say for sure just yet," he replies, his tone sympathetic. "but hopefully just until the hospital gets her blood results back. I'll keep you both updated as much as I can."

You glance over at Eddie again, only to find his gaze already on you, the same resigned look on his face. He’s just as unhappy about this situation as you are.

“Alright then, come with me. There’s a room set up for you.” Bobby turns and begins to lead the way to the room that’s been prepared for your quarantine.

You and Eddie slowly follow behind Bobby, walking in complete, awkward silence.

As you two arrive at the room, you both give it once over. It’s not much, but it’ll have to do for the time being—

Wait.

Why the hell is there only one bed?!

Both your and Eddie’s eyes widen as you see the single bed in the room, leaving no other sleeping option.

Bobby winces at your reaction, his hand coming down on your shoulder. “Trust me, kid, I tried to find another solution, but this is all I could manage on short notice.”

You exchange a glance with Eddie, a mix of annoyance and trepidation on both of your faces.

You’ve gotta be joking.

“I know it's not ideal," Bobby says, his voice sympathetic. “But you'll have to make do."

He glances between the two of you, his expression turning a bit more stern. “I don’t want any fighting or arguing in there, you hear me? You two need to get along and work together until this quarantine is up.”

You and Eddie glare at each other for a moment before silently nodding, knowing that you don’t have a choice in the matter.

Bobby gives a satisfied nod, “Alright then, I'll let you two get settled in. I'll come check on you both soon.”

With that, he steps out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The silence is deafening as both of you stand awkwardly on either side of the bed. The only sound is the hum of the air conditioning unit.

Eventually, you speak up, breaking the silence. “Hopefully we’re outta here before either of us get tired.”

Eddie lets out a huff, clearly still irritated about the situation, "Yeah, no kidding." He stands there for a moment, hands on his hips, looking around the small room.

You take a few steps of your own, trying to find something, anything to occupy yourself. You walk over to the window and pull out your phone. While leaning against the cold wall, you aimlessly scroll through your phone to try to pass the time.

Meanwhile, Eddie takes a seat on the edge of the bed, his face still showing his agitation. He’s clearly not happy about the situation either, but he’s restraining himself from saying anything. He rubs his hands over his tired face.

You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, noticing the tension in his shoulders. It's clear that he's fighting to keep his emotions in check, just like you are.

The silence between you both continues to stretch out, the only sound being the soft tapping of your fingers on the screen of your phone.

Tap…tap tap…tap

Tap tap…tap…tap tap

Tap—

“Oh my God! Do you even realize how loud you’re being?” Eddie spits out

You look up at his sudden outburst, taken slightly aback by his irritation. You hadn’t realized you were being loud with your phone.

“Wow…excuse me, for trying to amuse myself.” You retort back, your annoyance rising. “It’s not my fault there’s nothing to do in this damn room.”

Eddie rolls his eyes at your response, his agitation growing further. “It’s like you’re purposefully trying to piss me off.”

You scoff at that, feeling your own irritation spike. “Did you just hear yourself? You actually sound insane.”

Eddie lets out a bitter laugh, the sound laced with contempt. “I don’t know. You seem to find pleasure in annoying me at every turn.”

“You are one of the most sensitive—” You volley back, your own irritation flaring up.

“Sensitive? That’s rich coming from you.” Eddie shoots back, his voice rising in volume. “You’re the one who’s always losing their temper and lashing out like a child.”

You feel your anger, at least you think it’s anger—to be fair, you can’t really focus on much when Eddie’s looking at you like this—reach a breaking point.

“Speaking of child—don’t you have one you need to call to inform of your condition—or did that just slip your mind.”

Eddie goes still at the mention of Christopher, his expression turning instantly cold. His jaw clenches tightly, a flicker of something unreadable flashing in his eyes.

He stands up in one swift motion, towering over you. “You really want to bring him into this?” His voice is sharp, laced with warning.

“I’m just saying, you have more important priorities than arguing with me.” You click your phone off and set it by the window, giving Eddie your undivided attention.

Eddie’s gaze hardens even further, his eyes like a storm. “I don’t need you telling me how to handle my own goddamn life.”

He takes a step closer to you, his body tense with anger. “You have no idea what it’s like to be me, so don’t you lecture me about talking to my son.”

You don’t even get the chance to speak before he continues, “—And, wha-what gives you the right to tell me what I should do? You’re not my boss, and you’re damn sure not my keeper.” Eddie’s voice is seething now, his anger palpable in the air.

You glare up at him, “I’m not trying to be your damn keeper, Eddie. I’m just pointing out that you need to handle your own life before coming at mine!”

You jab a finger into his chest, pushing him back slightly. “And if you don’t want me ‘poking my nose’ into your life, maybe you should stop being so damn infuriating all the time!”

Eddie’s expression turns cold, his gaze fixated on you. He looks...

Dangerous.

“You want me to stop being infuriating?” He steps closer again, forcing you up against the wall. He cages you with his arms, his face just a few inches from yours.

Your heart is racing now, the intensity behind his brown eyes and the close proximity sending you into a frenzy. You’re hyperaware of everything:

The heat of his body…

The strain of his muscles…

The scent of his cologne…

He leans in further, his voice a mere whisper now. “Maybe you should find another way to shut me up.”

You can’t hold back anymore, the tension too high, “I’ll kiss you if that's what it takes to shut you up.”

Eddie goes completely still, the shock of your words washing over him. He stares at you intently, his eyes darkened and searching.

"Do it then." He challenges, his voice low, a mix of warning and need behind his words.

Your heart is racing even faster now, the challenge in his tone sends a thrill through you. You know this is a bad idea, horrible really, it’ll only lead to more trouble, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

You don't wait for him to second guess himself. You surge forward, your own need and desire taking over. You grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull his face down to you. Your lips crash against his in a hungry, urgent kiss.

Eddie gasps in surprise at your sudden attack, but he quickly recovers and returns the kiss with equal fervor. His hands grip your hips, pulling you closer to him, pressing you against the wall.

His mouth moves against yours with a mix of aggression and passion, his tongue slipping between yours to deepen the kiss.

The intensity between you both is like fire, burning up everything in its path. There's no more anger, no more animosity...just pure, unbridled desire.

Eddie's hands roam over your curves, seeking out every inch of skin he can find. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, tangling your fingers in his hair.

The kiss turns more frantic, more desperate. Your teeth nip at his bottom lip, and he groans in response, the sound sending heat straight to your core.

His hips press against yours, pinning you fully to the wall. His hands slide under your shirt, fingers tracing your skin.

You shiver at the feel of his calloused fingers against your bare skin. You gasp as his mouth leaves yours to trail down your neck instead, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down to your collarbone.

He sucks softly on your pulse point, his teeth gently nipping at the sensitive skin. Your head falls back against the wall, a moan falls from your lips.

His hands continue to roam over your body, exploring every curve and dip. He seems determined to drive you completely crazy, and it's working.

His mouth moves back up your neck to your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “You wanted to shut me up,” he whispers, his voice rough with desire. He nips at your earlobe, causing a wave of pleasure to shoot straight through you.

You whimper in response, your body thrumming with need and desire. “Yo-You’re an a-ass.” You manage to gasp out, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of control.

But it’s a losing battle, you both know it.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, ya know? Someone should teach you what to do with it.” Eddie spits out, his fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.

Your heart races at his words, the implication behind them clear. But your own stubbornness flares up, refusing to give him the upper hand.

You stare up at him, your gaze just as intense as his. “Oh yeah?” You retort, trying to sound defiant. “I’d like to see you try.”

Eddie's eyes darken even further, the challenge in your voice spurring him on.

He grabs the edge of your shirt and yanks it up, pulling it over your head in one quick motion. Your (f/c) laced bra sticks out like a sore thumb to him against your flushed complexion. His eyes roam over your newly exposed skin, appreciation clear in his gaze.

“I’m going to make you eat those words.” Eddie growls, his hands roaming over your exposed skin once again. His touch is everywhere—hot and needy.

He dips his head back down to your neck, his mouth working at your sensitive flesh. He sucks and nips at your skin, leaving behind a trail of marks that will no doubt be visible later.

You gasp and moan under his ministrations, your body responding to his touch with a ferocity that surprises even you. You arch your back, pushing yourself closer to him, wanting-needing more of his touch.

His mouth moves down to your chest, his lips and tongue trailing over your collarbone

He pushes your bra straps off your shoulders, his mouth following the movement of the fabric. His hands cup your breasts, his thumbs brush over your sensitive nipples through the thin fabric.

You let out another gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly as your body trembles under his touch. “E-Eddie,” you gasp

“What happened to that attitude of yours?” Eddie teases in your ear, his voice low and rough. “Where’s that sharp tongue now?”

“Bite me.” You snip at him

“I mean, if you’re offering.”

True to his words, he sinks his teeth into the fleshy skin of your left breast. The sensation shoots right to your core as you gasp out in response. He soothes the bite with his tongue, before moving over and repeating the same action on the other.

His hands continue their exploration of your body, fingers trailing over your sides and hips before toying with the button on your pants.

Your breathing is coming in ragged gasps now, your body on fire under his touch. Every brush of his lips, every bite of his teeth, stoking the flames higher and higher.

He finally undoes the button and pulls your pants down, leaving you in just your underwear. His eyes roam hungrily over your exposed body. “God, you’re beautiful.” He mutters, his voice thick with honesty.

He presses his body against yours, the heat of his skin palpable against your own. You can feel his arousal pressing against you, the evidence of his own desire making your own need even more intense.

“I’m going to make you scream.” He promises, his voice a low, dangerous growl against your ear.

You can’t help but shiver at his words, your mind unable to form a coherent response. Your body is completely at his mercy now, every nerve ending on fire.

He captures your lips in another fierce, desperate kiss. His tongue slides between your lips, tasting and exploring.

He pushes one of his thighs between your legs, applying pressure against your heat. The friction makes you gasp into his mouth, your hips rolling against him involuntarily.

His hands grip your thighs, holding you tight as he continues to kiss you, his mouth moving over your face and neck.

Eddie spins you away from the wall and shoves you down onto the bed, his body following close behind. He towers over you, his eyes dark and intense as he looks down at you.

He reaches back and pulls off his own shirt and pants, revealing the toned muscles and tan skin underneath. He lowers himself down on top of you, his weight pressing you down into the mattress.

You’re completely engulfed in him now. Surrounded by his warmth, his scent, his presence.

His hands roam over your body, his touch is rougher now, less restrained. He grabs your wrists, pinning them to the mattress above your head. His eyes are still dark, his expression filled with complete lust.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he mutters, voice low and dangerous. “Not by a long shot.”

He nips and bites his way down your neck, his tongue tracing the marks he left there. His hands move back down to your hips, his thumbs hooking into the waistband of your underwear.

Eddie looks up at you. “Lift your hips.” He orders, his voice making you shiver.

You obey, lifting your hips as he instructs. He hooks his fingers into your underwear and slowly—achingly slow—pulls them down your legs.

He leans back down, his mouth trailing along your inner thighs. His hands grip your thighs, spreading them apart.

He positions himself between your legs, his eyes locked on yours. “You’re mine,” he growls, his voice rough and possessive as it fans against your soaked center. “All mine.”

Eddie…Eddie dives in like a man who’s been starving.

He attacks you with his mouth, his tongue and lips claiming you with fervor. You cry out, arching your back as the sensation of his mouth causes your eyes to momentarily roll back.

His hands keep your thighs held firmly in place, his grip tight. “Oh god,” you gasp, your hands clenching onto the bed sheets. “Eddie, please! Ah, I can’t—”

“You can,” he mutters against your sensitive flesh. “You will.”

you can’t help but moan deliriously out as his teeth gently nip at your sensitive bud. Your body jerks at the sensation, your hips straining against his grip. “Ed—please. I need—” your voice trembles as you gasp out.

He pushes himself up, his body hovering over yours once again. “Tell me.” He orders. “Tell me what you need.”

You’re breathless, your mind reeling from his assault. You can hardly form a coherent thought, “Y-you,” you gasp out, looking up at him. “I need you. Now, please…please, Eddie…I can’t take it anymore.”

His expression becomes even darker, his eyes almost black with desire. “That’s all I needed to hear,” he growls out.

He moves quickly, pulling off his underwear as he leaves himself exposed to you. It’s not fair really—how it looks like Eddie was carved by Michelangelo himself. You feel your heart flutter in your chest at the sight of him.

He positions himself at your entrance, his eyes locked with yours. “Look at me.” He says, his voice a low command.

You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. His eyes are full of need, of desire, of a primal hunger that makes your body shiver. Not to mention his face is covered with your juices—that’s really, really hot.

“I’ve wanted you for so long. You’ve got no idea.” He mutters, his voice rough with desire. “You drive me crazy, you’re all I can think about. Even when I don’t want to.”

“Oh, fuck me.” You gasp out at Eddie’s admission

You hear him softly chuckle, his light stubble rubbing against your skin, “That’s the plan.”

He looks at you for a moment longer, his eyes dark and intense, before finally lowering his mouth to yours in a hungry kiss.

You respond immediately, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you kiss him back with all the fire and need coursing through your body.

You can feel him press against you, his body strained and tense. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

His breathing is ragged as he looks down at you, “Promise me something.” He mutters, his eyes suddenly serious.

“Anything,” you breathe out, your body thrumming with need. “Just tell me.”

"Promise me you're mine," he growls out, his voice low and rough. "I want you to be mine, and no one else's." He pushes himself against you, his body barely restraining its own need.

You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. You can see the raw emotion in his gaze—

“I’m yours,” you breathe out, your voice shaky. “I’m all yours, Eddie. No one else’s.”

His eyes flash with something that looks a lot like satisfaction at your words. “Good,” he mutters, his voice rough. “Because I didn’t plan on sharing.”

He wastes no time thrusting in, your eyes rolling back in pleasure as your walls flutter around him.

You gasp out at the sudden intrusion, your body arching up against his. “Oh god, Eddie,” you gasp, the pleasure shooting through your body. “Little warning next time.”

Next time…

He lets out a low groan, his own body taut with need. He buries his face in your neck, “You feel so good,” he mutters, his voice low. “Like you were made for me.”

His thrusts are deep and slow, but the need behind them is undeniable. He’s claiming you, marking you as his own, and it only intensifies the pleasure coursing through you.

“You’re mine,” he growls out, his grip on your hips tightening. “You hear me?”

“Yes,” you gasp out, your body quivering beneath him. “Yours, only yours, Eddie! Oh god, don’t stop!”

He doesn’t respond, his focus completely on you and the pleasure coursing through your body. He leans down and captures your mouth in another rough kiss.

His thrusts pick up speed, becoming rougher, harsher.

You moan into his mouth, your hands roaming over his body, before seeking refuge in his soft dark hair. Your body is on fire, your insides clenching and tightening with every movement he makes.

“Eddie! Ah, oh god…I’m gonna—”

“Not yet,” he mutters against your lips. “Not until I say.”

He changes the angle of his thrusts, hitting you in just the right spot. Your body jerks in response, a guttural moan escaping your lips as your hips roll against him. “Oh god, Eddie! Please, I can’t hold on much longer!” You gasp out, your body quivering with need. He looks down at you, his pupils dark and blown.

“A little longer,” he mutters, his voice strained. “I’m close, so close…Me vuelves loco, pero Dios, cuánto te amo.”

You have no relative idea what he said, but ho-ly shit…You think you’d pay money to hear Eddie speak like that again.

“Eddie!” you cry out, your body arching up against his.

He looks down at you, his eyes dark and intense. “Let go,” he growls. “Let go, and say my name.”

You come apart, your body tightening and clenching around him as the pleasure engulfs you. “Eddie, Yes, yes, oh god, Eddie!” You moan out, your words becoming unintelligible as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your body trembles underneath him, your vision going white.

Eddie’s close behind, his body tensing as he follows you over the edge, quickly pulling out and finishing your stomach.

“Ugh, fuck (y/n)…tan perfecto...todo mío.”

For a moment, it’s almost as if you two become one; your bodies, breaths, and heartbeat falling into an almost perfect synchronicity.

“God. you’re so good for me, look at how much you came.”

You lay underneath him, your body trembling and spent. He leans down and presses his forehead against yours, his body still trembling from his own release.

A few moments pass before he speaks, his voice rough. “You okay?” he asks, his eyes searching your face.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, your body still quaking from your climax. “That…that was…”

You can’t continue, your brain is too fried to form a coherent sentence.

He lets out a low chuckle at your response, pushing himself up to look down at you. “I take it I did alright?” he asks, a hint of cocky confidence in his voice.

“Shut up,” you playfully grumble, smacking his chest lightly.

He laughs at your response, his cocky smirk still firmly in place. “Oh come on, give me a little credit. You didn’t seem too disappointed.”

You roll your eyes at his arrogance, but you can’t help the small smile that forms on your lips. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Eddie’s phone light up.

He follows your gaze, his expression becoming a little more serious. “Hold on,” he murmurs, rolling and reaching over to grab his phone off the bedside table.

He looks down at it, his expression becoming even more serious as he reads whatever message he received.

“It’s Bobby.”

“Everything okay?” you ask, sitting up in the bed. The mention of Bobby’s name instantly puts you on alert.

“Yeah, it’s just—” he stops for a moment, his expression unreadable. “The girl we took to the hospital, her blood test came back negative. We’re uh, we’re good to go.”

“Oh…well that’s good, right?” You nervously start, rubbing your hands together anxiously. “We don’t have to stay in here anymore—”

“I just,” he stops abruptly, his brow furrowing in thought. “I don’t wanna go back to how we were.”

Your breath hitches at his words. “What do you mean?” you ask, your voice quiet.

“I mean,” he looks up at you, his eyes dark and serious. “I want this. I want you. I don’t wanna just go back to pretending like nothing happened.”

Your heart leaps in your chest at his words, your (e/c) eyes widening in surprise. “You-you do?”

“I do,” he says, voice firm. “I’m all in. I want you. I don’t wanna keep running or pretending, or whatever the hell we’ve been doing. I wanna be with you, really be with you.”

Your heart clenches at his words, tears pricking at your eyes. “I…me too,” you murmur, your voice thick with emotion. “I want that too. I want to be with you, in every way possible.”

Eddie lets out a sigh, the tension in his body easing slightly at your words. “Good,” he mutters, moving closer to you in the bed. He pulls you into his arms, his hands running soothingly up and down your back.

You lean into his touch, your body relaxing at the feel of his skin against yours. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

After a moment of comfortable silence, you speak up. “Hey, Eddie?” you murmur, your voice soft.

“Yeah?” he responds, his hand still running soothingly over your back

“You don’t…you don’t think the others heard us…right?”

[literaryvein-reblogs]

more words for worldbuilding (pt. 2)

ANIMALS

Animal: adult, beast, buck, cat, chicken, cur, father, frog, goat, half-breed, horse, hybrid, litter, mongrel, monster, parasite, pig, stock, young

Bird: bird, chicken

Fish: aquarium, aquatic

Group of animals: drove, herd, insect, pack, stock, team

Insect: bee, grub, pest

Limb or appendage of: bill, coat, feather, fur, mop, pelt, scale, trunk, wing

Mammal: cat, dog, father, goat, hound, mother, pig

CLOTHING

Accessory: bag, belt, buckle, collar, pocketbook, purse, satchel

Clothing: apparel, array, bathing suit, cape, clothes/clothing, costume, dress, dungarees, falsies, frock, garment, girdle, gown, hat, jacket, negligee, nylons, pajamas, pants, quilt, scarf, skirt, suit, swimsuit, thing/things, trappings, underwear, veil, wash, wrap

Part: collar, crown, pocket, strand, tiara

State of dress: bareness, nudity, try on/try out, wear

FOOD & DRINK

Beverage: alcohol, coffee, drink, potable

Beverage, alcoholic: beer, liquor

Change in: curdle, turn

Food: appetizer, bite, brew, bun, casserole, condiment, cracker, diet, doughnut, feed, frosting, grub, helping, hors d’oeuvre, leftover, macaroni, meat, nosh, nurture, nutrition, pastry, produce, refreshment, seasoning, stew, subsistence, support, sweet, treat, vittles

Food part: morsel, nip, taste, tidbit

Meal: banquet, bite, buffet, diet, fare, picnic, repast, spread, table

Produced from animal: comfort food, feed, food, frosting, grub, hero, macaroni, sandwich, submarine, vittles

Produced from plant: condiment, doughnut, loaf, pastry, produce, sweet

Quality of: acerbity, baked, done, edible, mellow, nourishing, perishable, rare, ripe, salty, short, stale, strong, sweet, unappetizing, weak, wholesome

NATURAL RESOURCES

Electricity: beam, spark

Energy: electricity, fuel, nuclear energy, petroleum, power

Expression of energy: blast, bonfire, chill, concussion, discharge, fire, flash, noise, thunder

Natural event: eclipse, meteorology, weather

Resources: fuel, resource, rock, substance

PLANTS

Flower: bloom, bouquet, flower

Fruit: berry, produce

Growth or death of: bloom, bud, germinate, growth, wilt, wither

Part: bark, branch, cereal, flavoring, foliage, grain, juice, limb, nut, pod, scion, shell, stalk, trunk

Plant: algae, bramble, bush, crop, fossil, grass, harvest, hybrid, organism, produce, wreath

Tree: timber, wood/woods

Vegetable: produce

WEATHER

Object connected with: avalanche, breeze, climate, cold, dew, film, flurry, frost, gust, haze, hurricane, meteorology, moisture, puff, thunder, weather, wind

Quality of: breezy, clear, close, crisp, dismal, fair, fiercely, fine, furious, gloomy, hazy, humid, intimidating, misty, oppressive, raw, rugged, soft, stormy, sultry, temperate, thick, tranquil, turbulent, wild, wintry

Type of: blizzard, cloud, drizzle, fog, hail, mist, puff, rain, shower, tempest, torrent, tremor

NOTE

Excerpted from Roget's 21st Century Thesaurus, Updated and Expanded 3rd Edition, in Dictionary Form, edited by The Princeton Language Institute.

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary. Writing Resources PDFs

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

The Teaching Assistant

Big Jim x Reader

Warnings: Rough sex, semi-public sex, desk sex, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation, slight somno vibes (reader dazed/out of it from pleasure), praise kink, hair pulling, light spanking, dirty talk, size kink, breeding kink implied, minor fear of getting caught, hand-over-mouth, degradation mixed with praise, explicit language, possessiveness, strong dom/sub dynamics, reader gets a little teary from overstimulation (but in a good way).

dedicated to : @cheappop

The second bell rang through Pensacola High, and the hallways exploded with noise—lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking, voices bouncing off the old tile floors.

You tucked a stack of graded papers tighter under your arm, weaving your way through the chaos. Being the head teaching assistant meant a never-ending cycle of babysitting—both students and sometimes, your own coworkers.

You were halfway to the main office when Principal Hernandez waved you down.

“Hey! Got a favor to ask.”

You already knew it wasn’t a real question. You forced a polite smile. “Sure, what’s up?”

He clapped a hand on your shoulder. “New teaching assistant starting today. For Coach Ramirez’s classes. He’s older—bit of a career shift situation. I want you to train him. Show him how we run things here.”

Older? Career shift?

You nodded, but inwardly groaned. It was hard enough training someone fresh out of college, let alone a mid-life crisis case.

You were still stewing over it when you heard the door creak open behind you.

You turned—and stopped breathing.

The man who approached you wasn’t what you expected.

Tall, broad, tan skin dusted in Samoan tattoos that peeked out from his polo shirt. Dark hair tied back, a lazy, confident grin curving his mouth like he already owned the room.

But it wasn’t just his looks that hit you.

It was his eyes… those chocolate orbs.

Principal Hernandez beamed. “This is Jimmy Uso. Jimmy, this is our best TA. She’ll be training you.”

Jimmy’s eyes dragged over you slowly, like he was memorizing the shape of you.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, voice low and rich, laced with something teasing. “Guess I’m in good hands.”

You swallowed a gulp, forcing your lips into a neutral smile.

“Yeah. Welcome to Pensacola High.”

But as you shook his hand, his thumb dragged lightly against your palm—and you knew.

This man was going to be nothing but trouble.

⸻

Three weeks later

The rain hammered against the windows, soft and steady like a ticking clock.

The whole school was swallowed by it—only the faint lights of parking lot cutting through the downpour outside.

You tucked your hands into the sleeves of your oversized button-down, pretending not to notice the way Jimmy kept glancing at you from across the desk.

It wasn’t like you wore anything special.

It was just a plain white button up shirt, sleeves rolled sloppily to your elbows, a few buttons loose at the top because the AC always broke when the weather turned.

Still, under Jimmy’s gaze, you might as well have been wearing nothing at all.

“You good?” you asked, raising a brow at him over the pile of graded quizzes.

Jimmy leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head. The move stretched the fabric of his polo shirt tight across his chest, and he grinned that lazy, devil-may-care smile.

“Yeah, mama,” he drawled. “Just thinkin’.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, trying to focus. The numbers on the grading spreadsheet blurred.

“You want some hot chocolate or something?” he offered after a moment.

“My treat. Well—your Keurig’s treat.” He winked.

You huffed a small laugh. “Sure. Why not.”

Jimmy stood, stretching slow and tall, before crossing to your tiny office kitchenette tucked into the corner. You watched him out of the corner of your eye—how casual he moved, how confidently he grabbed the mugs, popped the pods, found the Cool Whip like as if he’d done it a hundred times.

“You got marshmallows too?” he teased, shaking the can of whipped cream.

“Just the Cool Whip,” you said, clicking save on the spreadsheet.

He poured two mugs, swirling an unnecessary—and very cocky—mountain of whipped cream on top.

He brought one over, handing it to you with a little bow like he was presenting a five-star meal.

“Your majesty,” he said under his breath.

You hid your smile behind the mug, taking a cautious sip.

The chocolate burned your tongue slightly, but it was sweet, rich—comforting.

“You got…” Jimmy’s voice dropped a little. “Hold on.”

Before you could react, his fingers brushed the corner of your mouth, soft and sure.

Your heart jumped into your throat.

And before you could second-guess yourself—before you could even think—you turned your head and kissed the tip of his finger.

Soft. Quick.

Jimmy froze.

So did you.

The only sound between you was the steady pound of rain against the glass and your own heartbeat roaring in your ears.

His hand dropped to your chin, tilting your face up gently.

“You sure you wanna start somethin’ with me?” he asked lustfully.

You didn’t answer.

You just leaned in closer.

“You in the business of eating out?” you asked, voice very daring.

For a second, Jimmy just stared—like he couldn’t quite believe you’d said it.

Then he grinned.

A wicked grin.

And in the next breath, he closed the distance—crashing his mouth down on yours in a kiss so deep and desperate it stole the air from your lungs.

Papers went flying as Jimmy swept the desk clean with a rough swipe of his arm, sending graded quizzes and folders fluttering like confetti.

Before you could gasp, he was lifting you—big hands gripping your thighs—planting you firmly on the desk, his body slotting between your legs like it belonged there.

You barely had time to clutch at him before he grabbed the front of your button-down and ripped it open, buttons popping and scattering across the floor.

Your bra was next—torn away like it was made of tissue paper.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, voice hungry and reverent.

He ducked his head, lips latching hungrily onto your chest, biting and kissing, his stubble scraping just enough to make you whimper.

You arched into him, fingers threading into his hair, tugging him closer.

Your thighs fell open instinctively, and you gasped when you felt him—hard and straining against his jeans—pressing right against your pussy.

The contact was maddening.

You rocked your hips forward in silent invitation, desperate for more, needing more.

Jimmy groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through your bones.

“Goddamn, mama,” he muttered. “Smell so fuckin’ sweet… been dyin’ to taste you.”

Jimmy’s hands slid down your sides, rough and greedy, gathering the hem of your skirt.

He pushed it up slowly, revealing more and more of your bare thighs, and when he caught sight of what wasn’t underneath—no panties, nothing—he froze.

His nostrils flared, eyes going dark as he stared at you like you were prey.

“Fuckin’ hell, girl,” he rasped. “You tryna kill me or what?”

You squirmed instinctively, the air cool against your exposed skin, but Jimmy wasn’t giving you an inch.

He hooked his strong arms under your thighs, dragging you to the very edge of the desk.

You tried to scoot back, a small whimper escaping you, but his grip tightened—holding you right where he wanted you.

“Uh-uh,” he muttered, glancing up at you with a smirk that sent you over the moon.

“You ain’t runnin’ nowhere.”

Without warning, he dipped his head between your legs, nose bumping against your precious folds, inhaling like he was memorizing how beautifully you smelled.

Then his mouth was on you—hot, wet, unrelenting.

His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your center before circling your clit in lazy, teasing swirls.

You gasped and gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles flexing.

Jimmy didn’t give you a chance to recover.

He set a devastating pace, switching between broad licks and focused, torturous flicks of his tongue, his stubble scraping just enough to make you writhe. It was like he was made to just eat women on a daily…

You cried out, hips bucking, but he just wrapped his arms tighter around your thighs, pinning you in place like a man starved.

“Stay still, mama,” he murmured against you, voice wrecked with need.

“Let me fuckin’ taste you right.”

He increased his efforts as your orgasm hit fast and sharp, tearing a broken moan from your throat.

Your whole body shook, thighs trembling—but Jimmy didn’t stop.

Not even close.

He pulled you back down when you tried to lift your hips away, locking you against his mouth, tongue working you through every shudder, every helpless little whine you made.

And then he kept going.

Building you up again—lazily, confidently, like he owned your body now.

Your hands pulled on his hair, but he just groaned like he loved the fight, mouth dragging obscene, wet sounds from you as your second orgasm slammed into you even harder.

“Jimmy—” you gasped, voice wrecked.

He just grunted, hooking your legs even higher over his shoulders to get deeper, tongue fucking into you until you were keening, panting, broken apart again.

Your third orgasm nearly blacked you out.

When you finally sagged against the desk, boneless and soaked in sweat, Jimmy pulled back just enough to look up at you.

His mouth and chin were shiny with you, his eyes wild.

“I ain’t even close to done,” he said, voice rough with hunger.

“You taste too good, baby. Wanna keep eatin’ ’til I’m fuckin’ full.”

And with a swift motion he buried his mouth back between your thighs—determined to take every last drop you had to give.

Eventually, you lost track of how long Jimmy kept you trapped under his mouth—tongue relentless, lips sealing around your clit again and again until every nerve ending in your body was sparking.

Your thighs were quivering so badly you could barely hold them open anymore, and still he didn’t let up.

You twisted, whimpered, tried to shove at his broad shoulders—but he only moaned louder, licking greedily, moaning into you like he needed this more than air.

“Jimmy—please,” you gasped, voice hoarse. “I—I can’t—”

You tapped his shoulder weakly, and only then—only then—did he finally pull back, chest heaving, face completely wrecked with your juices.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking at you like he could eat you all over again.

“Tapped out already, mama?” he rasped, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “Shit. You’re lucky I’m feelin’ nice tonight.”

You could barely breathe, legs spread wide and trembling where he left you, your cum smeared across your inner thighs, dripping down onto the desk.

Jimmy stood, towering over you, undoing his belt with one hand.

The click of it unfastening made your whole body tense.

“You should be wet enough to take all of me now,” he said raggedly.

His jeans slid low on his hips as he unzipped them, pushing them just low enough to free himself.

Your eyes widened when you saw him—thick as fuck and veiny—and your stomach flipped at the size of him.

“Jimmy,” you whispered, stunned. “That’s not gonna fit.”

He chuckled darkly, stepping between your open thighs, fist lazily stroking himself as he looked down at you like you were dessert.

“We can make it fit, baby.”

He lined himself up, the blunt head of his cock pressing hot and firm against your soaked entrance.

He didn’t thrust—not yet.

He pushed in slow, steady, forcing your body to stretch inch by devastating inch around him.

You clutched at his biceps, nails digging into his skin as he sank deeper, and deeper, and deeper, dragging a choked sound from your throat.

Jimmy’s head dropped forward, a long, drawn-out moan rumbling from his chest.

“Fuuuuuck,” he hissed, bracing his forehead against yours.

“How the fuck you so fuckin’ tight, girl? You tryna make me nut after one stroke?”

You whimpered, blinking up at him, feeling so full you could barely think.

Every inch of him throbbed inside you, pleasure growing low in your belly, your walls fluttering helplessly around him.

Jimmy grinned, very breathless.

“Don’t worry, mama,” he murmured against your lips.

“We just gettin’ started.”

Jimmy moved slow at first with each roll of his hips was deep, grinding, making sure you felt every pulsing inch of him as he stretched you wide.

“You takin’ me so good, baby… fuck, you were made for me.”

Your hands clutched at his arms, fingers scrabbling for something to hold onto as he thrust slow, measured, dragging out the way your walls gripped and squeezed around him.

“You feel me?” he whispered, hips nudging deeper. “Feel how good you fit ’round me?”

“Y-yeah,” you gasped, dizzy with how full you felt, with how careful he was being when all you wanted was more. “Jimmy… harder.”

He froze for a second, chest heaving.

You watched that wicked grin bloom across his face again.

“Harder, huh?”

He pulled out suddenly, leaving you clenching around nothing.

You whimpered, thighs already trembling from how much he had wrecked you with his mouth.

Jimmy caught you easily as you slid off the desk, arms wrapping around you tight when your knees buckled.

“I got you, mama,” he said, kissing the side of your temple. “Always got you.”

Before you could catch your breath, he spun you around and bent you over the desk, your cheek pressing against the cool surface.

A sharp nudge of his foot kicked your feet apart wider.

The rough dominance of the gesture only made your fresh juices drip more between your thighs.

“You said harder,” Jimmy growled lowly.

“Don’t take it back now.”

You barely had time to brace yourself before he grabbed a fistful of your hair, not cruelly, but firm, using it to pull your head back slightly as he lined himself up behind you again.

And then he slammed into you—hard, deep, brutal.

You cried out, the desk screeching forward an inch on the floor from the force.

Jimmy’s grip tightened in your hair, his other hand locking around your hip like he was scared you’d disappear.

His pace was merciless now, hips snapping against your ass with loud, wet slaps, the sound obscene in the empty office.

“Goddamn, baby,” he grunted, rutting into you, the sounds of your bodies filling the room.

“Fuckin’ made for me… perfect little pussy takin’ all this cock.”

You moaned helplessly, eyes rolling back as he fucked you harder, faster—still somehow holding back from finishing, but barely.

Jimmy bent low, breath hot against your ear.

“You better hold on, mama,” he rasped.

“‘Cause I ain’t lettin’ you go ‘til I’m done givin’ this sweet little body everything it needs.”

Jimmy kept fucking you, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm, the sound of your bodies colliding echoing off the walls—when a sudden knock rattled the office door.

You froze, going rigid under him.

Jimmy stilled too, buried deep inside you, cock pulsing against your walls.

Jimmy’s hand clamped fast over your mouth, muffling the whimper that almost escaped you.

“Uh… everything alright in there?” a gruff voice called.

It was the janitor—Mr. Benson, from the night shift.

His chest pressed tight against your back, heartbeat hammering just as hard as yours.

He stayed lodged deep inside you, not pulling out, just grinding slow strokes that made your thighs quiver against the desk.

You squirmed, trying to stay still, trying not to make a sound—but every slow drag of his cock inside your soaked, stretched walls made your breath hitch.

“You… uh, need this room cleaned?” Benson asked again, sounding a little suspicious.

Jimmy leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, still moving inside you just slow enough to make you go insane.

“Speak now..”

He lifted his hand slightly, giving you room to speak—though he stayed locked inside you, thick and unrelenting.

You struggled to find your voice, blinking tears of frustration and pleasure out of your eyes.

“N-no!” you croaked out, breathless.

“We’re good! No cleaning needed!”

A beat.

“Alright then,” the janitor grumbled. You heard the soft squeak of his cart wheels rolling away.

The second the sound disappeared down the hallway, Jimmy’s whole body shifted.

You barely had time to inhale before he grabbed your hips and slammed into you, picking up the brutal pace exactly where he left off.

“No interruptions this time, mama,” he growled, pulling your hair again to arch your back deeper into him.

“Gonna fuck you like you fuckin’ need it.”

His thrusts were relentless—hard, fast, dominant—his cock hitting deep with every snap of his hips.

Your cries turned into broken moans, your hands clawing at the desk for any kind of anchor.

Jimmy was a force now—grunting, cursing under his breath, owning your body like it was his right.

“You feel that?” he rasped against your ear, voice wrecked.

“That’s me, stretchin’ this pretty little pussy open… makin’ you mine.”

Every word made you clench tighter around him, every thrust sending you closer to the edge again.

You could feel it building again—incredible and inevitable.

Jimmy’s fingers bruised into your hips as he chased his own release, grunting and cursing under his breath.

“You’re fuckin’ squeezin’ me so tight, baby,” he growled, voice wrecked, desperate.

“Can’t—fuck—hold out.”

You cried out, the pleasure inside you snapping tight.

“Jimmy—!” you gasped, body locking up, clenching down around him hard.

That was it.

That was all it took.

Jimmy groaned low and broken, slamming in deep one last time as he came inside you, hot and endless, his cock jerking with every pulse.

The feeling of him filling you tipped you over the edge too—you came with a sob, body wracked with shudders, your walls milking him for every last drop.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of attempted breathing as you stayed tangled together, bodies trembling.

Jimmy pressed a lazy kiss to your shoulder still deep inside you.

“Same time tomorrow, mama?” he panted, voice teasing but warm.

You let out a breathless, wrecked laugh, cheek still pressed to the desk.

“We’re about to rack up so much overtime,” you muttered.

Jimmy chuckled low in his chest, hands smoothing over your sides, protective even in his exhaustion.

“Good,” he said, nipping at your neck playfully.

“Means I get to clock in… and clock out… right inside you.”

[persefolli]

about the tonowari x reader x ronal thing:

their wife/spouse is someone who doesn't really have a big role like them, like a fisherman or a farmer, and just gets giddy when they or the kids want to help/join her.

bonus if the Sully's meet her and is like, "so... what are you?" and her family gets low-key offended and pissed, lol.

just a thought

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

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𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐧: 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭!

“Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice in the distance. You looked up from the field and saw Tsireya running over, holding her satchel.

“Hello Reya. What brings you to this side of the reef?” 

She groans and sets her bag near your mauri pod, “Mother said you haven’t met the Sully’s yet and it's been two weeks.”

“Ah..I mean-”

“She wants you to come to dinner.”

You smiled and tilted your head. Reya shared the same expression. The both of you knew when Ronal “wanted” something, there was no choice, no way out. You weren’t getting out of this dinner.  

“I decided to come and help you make a grand impression. You can make our favorite dish. That is if you have some ovumshroom growing.”

“Oh I always have some in the chamber. Go grab the hoe.” You waved Tsireya to the small makeshift pod..or shed you had specifically for farming tools.

You smiled brightly watching Tsireya get to work, picking at the ground to see if she can find any fresh ovumshroom to pick out. While she did that, you went to sprinkling fertilizer over the newest crops you planted earlier that day.

Farming always brought you a sense of joy. It was calming, especially being away from the hustle and bustle of the village. Ronal and Tonowari insisted you move to that side of the reef, just so you could be closer to the family, but you insisted on staying where you were. The sun hit this part of the reef better and the soil was much more suited for planting and curating the plants you worked with.

After a while, you retreated back into your marui pod, where Tsireya was already sitting, peeling the shroom and humming to herself.

“Make sure to save the stubs. I can-”

“Replant them. I know.” She giggled and you ruffled her hair a bit. 

You moved to clean yourself up, putting on the nice clothing Ronal and Tonowari gifted you for nights like this. Ronal would throw a fit if you walked in wearing your farming clothes, but you would do anything to appease your lover.

A knock at the entrance caused you and Tsireya to look up. It was Ao’nung.

“I’m not too late am I?”

Tsireya threw a shroom stub at him and giggled. 

“Not at all,” You said. “You might wanna start boiling some water.

The teens worked happily in your kitchen as you tidied a bit. It warmed your heart to know that kids, especially of their age still enjoyed the simplicity of farming and cooking. Tsireya opened up to you once about how it was a nice way to get away from the training and practices of being the princess.

Ao’nung was less vocal about his enjoyment, but he kept coming around so that was a plus.

The three of you worked until sunset, creating an ovumshroom stew with fish and porridge, one of your favorites.

“Now who's gonna help me carry this across the reef?” You said playfully. Tsireya walked up but was pushed back by her brother.

“Let the future Olo’eyktan handle this.”

“Hey! Dad said I still have a good chance.” Tsireya rebutted. 

“We’ll see about that.”

---

After a long walk, the three of you finally arrived at their home. Ronal had a scowl on her face, and you smiled awkwardly. “I brought food.”

“At least you didn’t come empty handed.” She huffed. 

“I came as fast as I could.” You said lowly, realizing the Sully family was already inside the pod.

Ronal went back to announce the food was ready, and the navi began pouring in. You poured the porridge into their bowls as they stood in a line, chatting and smiling brightly at the warm meal. When it was Neytiri’s turn, she held her hand up before you could fill her bowl. 

“I can pour it myself, thanks.”

“Oh there’s no need, I insist.’ You politely said, holding up the spoon.

“I rather not…have someone like you pouring my food.”

“Someone like me?”

The room fell silent at your high-pitched voice that radiated from shock. 

Ronal was standing not too far from the two of you with a nasty glare on her face. Tonowari also had a look of disapproval displayed across her face.

“In the forest we don’t have servants.”

Ronal hissed, and Tonowari stood, walking over to stand close to his wife.

“She is no servant.” Ronal said harshly.

“That's Y/n. Mom and Dad’s girlfriend.” Ao’nung said a little unphased from the situation. 

Everyone watched as Neytiri's face changed, going into shock. She fell silent, and a thick draft blew through the pod. She nervously giggled before nodding.

“Enlighten me Ms. Sully. What about Y/n made you think she was-”

“It’s fine Ronal.” You chimed in, trying to deescalate the situation. In Neytiri’s defense you were wearing less formal clothing and you were serving the food. It wouldn’t take much to put two and two together. 

“I apologize.” Neytiri said.

“It was an honest mistake.”

“Mistake my foot.” Ronal mumbled, 

Tonowari placed a hand on his wife's shoulder and nodded, giving everyone the non-verbal signal that we could all move on from the mistake. 

The pod was still quiet by the time you sat to eat, everyone, even the kids, scared to break the tension that floated in the air. You looked around to see if anyone would perk up, but everyone was either focused on their food or frowning. 

You made eye contact with Jake, and you can tell he was about to take his chance with damage control. 

“Would it be rude to ask how this came to be?” 

You smiled and chuckled. “Well Ronal initiated everything. IIf she wants something she won't stop until she has it.”

Tonowari looked over at Ronal who had a bit of a flushed expression on her face. “Well Ronal here saw Y/n dancing around the bonfire, and went to join in. This was when the kids were…Tuk’s age, maybe younger.” Tonowari started. “After that night we wanted to meet with her more, but we didn’t see her around the village. Ronal tried convincing me for weeks that she was indeed Metkayina and not from some other clan.”

“I found her playing with rakes on the other end of the reef.” Ronal said.

“I was plowing the sand, not playing with rakes.”

“Same difference.” Ronal sighed. “I saw her..thought she would make a great addition.”

“Whatever makes Ronal happy.  I told myself.” Tonowari smiled. “But… Y/n makes me happy too.”

After an eye roll from Ronal everyone in the pod laughed, dissipating the once tense room. 

Once dinner ended, and the Sully’s retired to their own pod, you stayed behind to help clean the mess that was left behind. You noticed Ronal washing the dishes intensely, so you walked over and leaned to look at her.

“Ronal.”

“That Neytiri woman. I don't like her.” She said scrubbing the dish.

“It was an honest mist-”

“I allow her to seek Uturu and she comes to my home and disrespects me, you- us!” She stammers.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to face you. “Ronal….it's fine. Listen, I'm not offended. We're from two different worlds, I've accepted I may not be treated with respect like you and Wari.”

“But you should be!” She says sternly.

“Ronal.” You placed a kiss on her cheek. “As long as I am with you two I am just fine. I don't care what people say about me, or how they treat me, because you and Wari are the only two people whose opinion matters.”

Ronal looked at you before sighing and nodding, giving in, like she always did. Tonowari walked over and smiled at the sight of you two embracing.

“And you,” Ronal turned to her husband. “You did not defend me.”

“Sweetheart you did a better job than I could’ve. And I would rather not get into women's business.”

Ronal stood quiet before nodding. “You have a point.”

[stew-pod]

In Defense of Dreams, and Having Way Too Many

"I've always been aware of being an inconsistent personality. Of having a lot of contradicting voices inside my head." As Zadie Smith wrote.

I've never really been someone who feels like I am destined to be one person who has mastered one thing and I'll do that thing for the rest of my life.

Most people would have one big dream that they will chase for the rest of their lives, but I've always felt like I'm not meant to just be one thing. And I've always known that being a creative person has always been my path, but in what way? I never really thought about being specific with it. I wanted to try them all. Most people would also say being a jack of all trades will result to being a master of none, but do I really want to master everything? Do I really want to pressure myself so much? I don't think so. All I know is I wanted to see the limits of my potential, and once I do, I'll move on to the next. Curiosity has always been a compass that my mind tends to follow. Not in a way where it knows whether a decision is right or wrong, but rather, "What will happen next if I do this?". There are multiple possibilities that could lead to either an answer or lead to my demise, but both results to one thing: finding out.

What do they say about curiosity? "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back."

But having way too many paths to follow also results to being lost. It felt like that for a while, but I figured, am I really lost or do I just like to wander?

There’s no rule that says you have to stick to one thing forever. Some people are wired to specialize, and others are meant to explore. What if following way too many paths doesn't really mean being lost along the way, but expanding the map you were given. What if it's like those open world RPGs we play that unlocks new territories each time you explore?

This curiosity, this "fucking around and finding out", or even having way too many creative outlets that leads to too many different paths doesn't mean being aimless. It means being alive. The idea that you have to pick just one thing and master it is outdated. There’s power in versatility. You get to experience the world in so many different ways, and each new thing you try adds another layer to who you are. If you had forced yourself to pick just one, you wouldn’t have discovered half of what you're capable of.

Mastery doesn’t always have to be the goal. Maybe the purpose is to create, to experience, to move through different forms of art and expression without boxing ourselves in.

And if you do feel lost, I'll tell you, you're not. You are expansive. You are evolving. Maybe we're someone who thrives in the process of learning, trying, and moving forward. Not everyone is built to follow a straight path—some people are meant to weave through different roads and create their own map. And if that’s what feels right to you, then that is the right path.

You’re doing what feels true to you, and that’s the only “right” way to live.

[limerlove]

#BRAINROT! — abby anderson x reader

abby never thought she would be so lucky to have an opportunity like this. the two of you were roommates, two peas in a pod unable to be separated until ellie had won your heart. filled with anguish, abby had tolerated your relationship for the past two years. putting on the bravest face, being supportive, letting you lean on her through the lows of ellie.

ellie wouldn’t see it this way.

your girlfriend, seemed to grow an ugly green head at the burly blonde’s wondering eyes. ellie had made her case many times, trying to convince you abby wanted more than to be your best friend during your relationship. she wants you. stupid, rage fueled arguments started by her always ended up with a curse of roommate’s name. all roads lead to abby, especially your big blow up fight a few nights ago.

ellie gave you an ultimatum, her or abby.

both of them were here at the new year’s eve party with jesse as rhetorical hosts and you decided to stew. angrily, bitterly stewing. ellie didn't have the right to push someone out of your life just because she felt jealous. someone you care about, one of the few people who fully understands, helped you through your lowest moments and ellie expected you to just cut ties, as if it’s easy. as if you want to.

ellie is sitting next to dina on the couch and abby just made her way outside on the patio to watch the fireworks. the god awful turning feeling growing in the bottom of your stomach, nerves boiling over as rhea adrenaline pumped through your veins because you knew.

you knew, you knew, you knew.

the person you couldn’t leave without, the answer became clear when forced upon you.

you watch the clock as it winds down.

11:57

she didn’t speak a single word all night. all you were welcomed with were puppy eyes and a bleeding heart each second you refused to talk with her. ellie’s green orbs caught wind of your own, looking at her. you know she loves you, even when she can’t help it when she becomes crazy jealous, only spurring out insane nonsense. in her own way, she does but the anger her father left is drowning you, making it inescapable. she wants you to come to her, you know she does. even if ellie is mean when she’s afraid, she irrevocably in love with you.

but you can’t. because ellie knew you better than you knew yourself. you knew she didn’t want to be, but her eyes filled with regret as yours resembled pity. it beamed as brightly as a full moon on a starless evening, tears in her eyes as you made yourself across the living room to the back door.

11:58

your senses are met with the smell of cigarettes and cheap tequila, but you see her sitting beside herself away from her friends. she’s on a bench swing, rocking her body weight back and forth. she looks perfect with a beanie as her locks lightly framed her chin.

she’s anxious, forefinger picking at the label in beer, condensation making it easy for it fall away. abby wonders if everything will leave just as easily, you mainly. tonight at least she does, you hadn’t spoken a word to anyone really. she wonders if she did something wrong, if she’s hurt you in any type of way. abby hopes she’s just in her head too much because she can’t stand the thought of you hurt at all, but especially by her hands.

abby is pouting so badly, she misses you going up to her. until your weight sends the swing moving slightly, before she digs her feet into the wooden planks. you grab a swing of her beer, a drink you ate but you’ll need all help you can get if you still want to follow through with this.

it isn’t because this is difficult, it’s the easiest thing you’ve done all year. it terrifies how quickly you made the decision once you picture a life without her. you can’t see one, it’s not a possibility at all.

11:59

“c’mon, what you are you doing out here? it’s almost midnight. go find ellie, bub. is everything good?” abby says, but you almost don’t catch a thing she’s saying. you’re looking at her lips, licking your own in anticipation.

“it’s cold, too. where’s you jacket?” abby doesn’t wait for you to respond. she peels of your bomber, wrapping it warmly over your shoulders.

“i guess, i don’t know, i got distracted. i’m perfectly fine, abby.” you say, getting lost in beautiful blues. never really appreciating them like you should. if she let you, from this moment on, you’d never stop.

you’re leaning in closer to her, right hand resting on her thigh, and abby’s more confused than ever.

“are you sure everything is alright? why aren’t you trying to find ellie?” abby furrowed her eyebrows, trying to put the pieces together but nothing was fitting.

“i know exactly where ellie is.”

“okay….” abby looked at you skepticism glazed over her face.

the people you love, friends and family, they start count down from sixty.

“can you tell me what’s going on?”

“ellie wants me to make a choice and i’m making it. so just, sit there, ring the new year by my side and let me, please?” you begged.

“she really said it’s me or her?” abby whispered out, trying to hide the small grin trying to break out. all you did was give a nod.

the counts come down to twenty when abby asks another a question. “your girlfriend of two years gives you an ultimatum, and you’re deciding to sit with me.” the blonde is having a hard time believing you, slowly putting the pieces together one by one.

“yeah, there’s isn’t anyone i’d rather be. it’s you abby, i-it always has been.” you move your head so you can look at her, the two of you are leaning in closer, it’s when you notice the love in her eyes. how deeply it flows and god you hope it flows all over you. maybe it’s been there all along, just waiting for you to be there, waiting for you to feel the first drop.

12:00

everyone’s cheering as abby’s lips meet yours and dear god are they perfect. luscious, bottom lip separates your own as her calloused hands cradle your face as she angles the kiss deeper. abby pulls you closer as she handles you with all love in the world. you forget where you are and you’re moaning into the kiss, allowing abby to slide her velvet tongue in your mouth, claiming you for the first time.

the moment she’s imagined is more perfect than she deserves but she takes it anyways. abby can’t believe it as she pulls away, forehead resting against her, looking at you like you just the placed the world in her hands. and in a way, you kind of did.

“if there was ever any doubt, it’s always been you, too. but, i’m pretty sure you already knew it. i’m not one for subtly.” abby kisses you once more, and now you know this is how it was always meant to feel.

[iliketangerines]

angry sex

a/n: i'm rawdogging this event bro @neteyamsoare @inlovewithpandora

pairing: tsu'tey x afab!na'vi!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), pain kink, public sex (you're in the forest), orgasm denial/edging, creampies

you crush the herbs in the bowl in front of you, muttering underneath your breath as you make it into a paste, and you swipe some onto your fingers and rub it into Tsu’tey’s wound roughly

he hisses at the contact and turns around to glare at you, but all you do is glare back and bare your fangs at him, making him huff at you and turn his head back to face forward

Tsu’tey had gone and attacked one of the big hunks of something unnatural and unearthly that destroyed the trees and ground the animals into the dirt

in the process, he had gotten himself injured and had to confront you, when he knew how much you hated him go and find the tawtutes

you finish applying the salve and bandage the wound carefully, slapping it on roughly to make him hiss in pain, and you growl, good, that he deserved it

standing up, your tail whips at the air as you shoo him out of the tent, and he looks back at you and glowers at you before angrily shoving the flap to the tent out of his way as he steps out

the rest of the day is spent stewing in your anger as you crush the herbs in your bowl with the pestle and hand them over to Mo’at

you cannot believe the nerve of Tsu’tey, risking his life to go and settle a score with some tawtutes while he knew that you were at home waiting and worrying about him

soon enough, dinner comes, and you pay your respects to Mo’at and leave the tent to go and find a meal for yourself, picking up a leaf full of cooked meat

Tsu’tey sits where the two of you usually are, and you contemplate on going over there to make things up to him

but the feeling of pettiness wells up in your gut, and you turn away from him as he looks at you and go and sit with your friends instead to eat dinner

the pattern continues for a few days, he tries to call you over to him to eat or rebraid hair or hunt or gather herbs, and every time you ignore him in favor of doing it with someone else or doing it alone

you go sleep in the sleeping pods rather than the family hut that he had created for you and him to live in together, and you can slowly see his irritation grow with each day

as you gather herbs in the forest, basket set neat the tree as you pick and pluck at the herbs that grow in the roots of the tree, you can hear Tsu’tey’s familiar footfall as he approaches you

turning around and standing up, you barely have time to react as he pushes you against the tree and asks why you’ve been avoiding him, nostrils flared and teeth bared

you scoff and say that he knows why, squirming in his grip to get him to let you go, but his grip is strong and keeps a hold of your slippery body

he pins his ears back and says that him protecting Eywa and the Omatikaya as the future olo’eyktan was not something you should be so angry over

your tail lashes behind you as you push at his firm chest, saying that it was something you are angry over, that everyday you are scared he won’t come back, that one day you will find him in the Tree of Souls, that you will never be able to build the life you wanted with him because of his anger

your fists pound at his chest, but he is unmoving as he growls at you, asking if you really believed so little in his skills as a warrior

you hiss at him, and he hisses right back, his breath fanning over your face as the both of you have your teeth bared and ready to bite

he’s close to you, the closest he’s been in days, and despite the anger coursing in your veins, a part of you misses him, misses his warmth and his touches on your skin

his eyes flicker to your lips for just a moment, and you take the opportunity to smash your lips onto his, teeth clacking together as one of your hands cusp the back of his neck to pull him in deeper

Tsu’tey groans into your mouth at the feeling and moves his hands to your waist, squeezing at your skin to make you gasp

his hands move a little lower, tugging at the waistband of your tewng, and he deftly unties the knot holding it up and lets it fall to the forest floor

he presses his thumb into your clit, making you whine into his mouth, and he bites your bottom lip hard enough to spike pain

all it does it spur you on to hiss and pull away to move your mouth to his neck and bite into the sensitive flesh there

he growls at the feeling of pain in his body, rubbing your clit faster, and you can feel your slick dripping down your thighs as he continues to rub at your clit

even after all this time apart, he still knows your body better than you do, quickly bringing you up to your peak and throwing you to the edge, but just as you teeter over the cliff, he pulls his thumb away, opting to run his fingers through your slick

you whimper at him and pull back from his marked neck to glare at him, and he laughs at you, a glint in your eye as he thrusts his long fingers into you suddenly

it makes you jolt and whine, and he uses it to his advantage to bite into your neck, growling into your skin as he fucks you on his fingers, palm grinding into your sensitive clit

you hiss and dig your nails into his shoulder, the hard muscle tensing underneath the pain, but he doesn’t stop, curling his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside of you to make you keen

Tsu’tey massages the spot, making you see stars and tighten your grip on his shoulder, and just like before, he brings you to edge only to leave you hanging

he smirks up at you as you snarl and tell him to make you cum, and he simply hisses back, slipping his fingers out of you and shoving them into your mouth

instinctively, you go to suck on them, tongue cleaning every bit of your want from his fingers, and he watches, eyes focused on how your lips wrap around his fingers

muttering underneath his breath, he pulls his fingers from your mouth, a thin string of spit connecting your lips to him before he throws his own tewng off of himself

his hand wraps around the length, pumping it a few times, and his free hand goes to hook underneath your leg and bring it up high to reveal your pussy to him

you lean against the tree behind you for balance, and he pumps his cock a few more times before leaning in close to you, lining himself up and thrusting into you with one quick motion

he bites into your shoulder at the same time, and you scratch lines down his back to make him grunt as you let out a groan as the pain and pleasure mixes together

his hand on your leg tightens as he brings your leg up further, stretching your muscles further than you thought they could, and he fucks up into you, angling his hips to make sure his cock bullies against your sweet spot

you let out a strangled sound, biting into his shoulder as you struggle to keep your composure, the wet sound of his hips slapping into yours echoing in the forest

it’s not long before his hips start to stutter, and he groans into your skin as his hand goes to rub at your clit, needing you to cum first on his cock

your pussy clenches down on his thick cock as you whine and cream on his cock, coating it with your cum, and you pant and moan as he fucks you through his orgasm

he groans at the feeling of you clenching around him, and he buries himself inside of you, groaning as he cums, spilling his seed inside of you

he sloppily thrusts into you, cum leaking out of your pussy and down your leg as the both of you pant into each other’s skin and calm down

finally, he stop moving but stays buried inside of you, and you pant out that you’re still angry at him

Tsu’tey mumbles into your skin that he’s still mad at you as well, giving you a small thrust into your abused pussy to make you whimper

he grins as his fingers finds your clit, rubbing at the sensitive bud, and he says he’ll just fuck you until you beg him for mercy then

you scoff and say that you can outlast him, and he laughs into your skin and hums as his fingers pinch at your clit

neither of you win

[songbirdsanctuary]

WoF based food?

WoF based food.

Arc 1: The Dragonet Prophecy

1. Clay – Smoky Mud Pit Stew A rich, earthy stew of river clams, slow-cooked fish, mushrooms, and spicy swamp herbs. Note: "Don’t worry, I made a vegetarian version for the RainWings and SilkWings. Also, you can sit in it while you eat — it’s best enjoyed warm!"

2. Tsunami – Seawing Saltberry Splash A fizzy oceanfruit drink with sea salt and crushed ice from Deep Palace springs. Note: "Refreshing, punchy, and good for knocking some sense into your gills. Best served with a splash — literally!"

3. Glory – Sunfruit Ambrosia A radiant, shimmering fruit salad using sweet jungle fruits and edible gold dust from RainWing gardens. Note: "A royal favorite. Looks good, tastes better. You're welcome."

4. Starflight – Scrollcake Thinly layered honey pastries stacked to resemble scrolls, dusted with powdered sugar and wisdom. Note: "Food and knowledge together at last. Warning: does not substitute for actual reading."

5. Sunny – Sunshine Pudding A bright, golden custard made from desert dragonfruit and cactus nectar. Note: "It’s like eating a hug! Also, don’t ask about the secret ingredient (okay, it’s love).”

Arc 2: The Jade Mountain Prophecy

6. Moonwatcher – NightWing Dream Cookies Starry dark chocolate cookies with cherry jam filling and a hint of sleepy herbs. Note: "Best enjoyed before stargazing or a nap."

7. Qibli – Scorpion Pepper Jerky Fiery, dry-aged jerky with a crunch of spice so hot even SandWings sweat. Note: "Clever dragons keep a drink nearby. Braver dragons eat two at once."

8. Winter – Frozen Cloudberry Sorbet An elegant, chilled dessert made from rare IceWing berries and fresh mountain snow. Note: "Refined. Controlled. And yes, it’s the best thing you’ll eat this week.”

9. Peril – Fire-Charred Meatsticks Seared meat skewers cooked with her own flames — perfectly blackened on the outside, juicy inside. Note: "Yes, I cooked them myself. Yes, with my own talons. No, I didn’t burn anything important.”

10. Turtle – Seaweed Noodle Casserole Comforting layers of kelp noodles, scallops, and creamy coral sauce baked under coral-reef cheese. Note: "I made too much... again. Want some? Please take some. Please.”

Arc 3: The Lost Continent Prophecy

13. Blue – SilkSpun Veggie Wraps Delicate leaf wraps filled with rainbow vegetables and honey drizzle. Note: "Beautiful, balanced, and safe for hivewings too! Eating peacefully never tasted so good.”

14. Cricket – Hivewing Honey Spark (Drink) A fizzy concoction of golden nectar, electrified citrus, and pollinated ginger. Note: "Made without mind-control ingredients! Because that’s a thing I worry about still!”

15. Swordtail – Buzzwing Crunchies Fried fruit bites coated in spiced nectar glaze. Note: "Crunch louder than your problems. You’re welcome.”

16. Sundew – Thornfruit Tang Cake A spiky, sweet cake made with carnivorous plant nectar and thornfruit jelly. Note: "Yes, it’s vegan. No, it won’t bite you back. I trained it.”

17. Snowfall – Royal Glacier Trifle Layered frostberries, chilled cream, and snowflake sugar crystals. Served in a carved ice bowl. Note: "Delicate, sophisticated, and absolutely freezing. Just like the Ice Kingdom.”

18. Luna – Cocooned Moonbread A fluffy bread roll baked in a silk pod, infused with calming herbs and a touch of moonlight. Note: "It’s like being wrapped in a hug. Also, you can plant the wrapper.”

[evolutionsvoid]

1. Fingerling - A small schooling fish that is identified by its keratin head shield. This large hard scale is used for protection against predators, but also for fighting potential rivals when spawning occurs. Due to their size, fingerlings are often used as bait for catching larger fish, though many folk do enjoy frying them up for "fish fingers." Their head cap is used for simple jewelry and also a common plectrum for seafolk when playing any stringed instrument. There are also various legends about fingerlings that are found wearing valuable rings, said to have spawned after a holy or rich man had their finger severed and it fell into the sea. The adorned digit is claimed to have turned into a fingerling and swam away, and anyone who catches these legendary fish are blessed with incredible luck and fortune.

2. Lardine - A baitfish know for its swollen body and oil rich flesh. The lardine generates great stores of the stuff from its food, and it is said that these bloated reserves are why they are able to thrive in a wide variety of conditions. While they can be used for bait, often they harvested for these oils and used heavily in cooking. For seafolk, preparation for many fishy recipes calls for throwing an entire lardine into the pan to start. In leaner times, the lardine is appreciated because it alone can add a fine fishy flavor to a dish or soup, at least allowing good taste to remain even if resources are too low for a proper meaty stew.

3. Serpent Tongue - An eel-like fish with a long thin body and forked tendrils. It uses these sensitive growths to sniff out prey that hides in cramped reefs and winding burrows. Needle-like teeth grab hold and prey is swallowed whole. Pretty much only used for bait if one happens to catch one, as there isn't much meat to eat on them. Legends like to say that it is a fish eaten only by liars, but of course that begs the question if this in itself is true or not?

4. Musclecracker - A large beefy brute of a fish, the musclecracker is known for its incredible strength. They live wherever oysters and mussels thrive, as they are its primary food source. Their jaws possess tough cracking teeth that are powered by potent muscles that shatter shells with ease. Musclecrackers crunch through bivalves as if they were candy, swallowing meat and broken shell. Their insane jaws and swollen body make them fierce opponents, and one would struggle to remove them from their rocky burrows. Fishermen prize them as a trophy fish and an incredible catch, for fights with a hooked one are long and legendary. However, if one were to reel this fish in, they must be very careful when handling them. Those jaws can not only take off fingers, but may claim your entire hand or foot if given the chance. But the risk is worth it for that delicious meat of theirs!

5. Delphis - A large but agile fish, the delphis is known to travel in pods and be incredibly social. They seem to form bonds with one another, and work together as a team to hunt. Their tactics reveal that this fish is quite smart and has a knack for cleverness. They adapt their hunts when needed and know how to take down a variety of prey with their skewering beaks. Seafolk find them both amusing and helpful, but also capable of deception or cheating. A delphis may lead a lost ship to safe harbor, or slash nets to steal the catch for themselves. Legends like to say that they respond to the actions of the men at sea, for those who do good are rewarded and those that disrespect the sea are punished. As a species born in the Age of Ichor, some folk like to compare this fish to Eitr's dragonfish, suggesting that they are rivals.

6. Furred Trout - A freshwater species known for its hairy body and flowing mane. This fish is found in colder regions, where its fur helps keep it warm in the icy waters. Its mouth contains hair as well, which is used for filtering food as its swims and eats. Caught and skinned for its hide, which makes for fine gloves and other small warm garments. The flesh can be eaten, but accept the fact now that you will get several hairs in it no matter how well you clean it. Due to its life in cold places and that full body mane, some folk like to call them "Skeggfish" after the Skeggfolk of the northern isles.

7. River Gnaw - A toothy fish of the wild rivers, its presence is why one should be careful when swimming or playing in unknown eaters. These pink gummy fish travel in schools, waiting for the slightest sign of wounded prey. When blood or thrashing is detected, they are quick to swarm and feed. Their fang-stuffed jaws easily shred through flesh and can reduce victims to bloody bones with incredible speed. Their teeth are used for hooks or arrowheads, and their flesh is pretty good despite its chewy nature. Even with this, though, they are the bane of fishermen since they like to bite through lines, shred nets and even ravage a large catch if it isn't hauled out of the water in time.

8. Piscapian - A rare and truly bizarre fish, it can only be found in select ponds and streams far out in the remote wilds. While its golden scales are dazzling, the human-like front is what really catches the eye. Often referred to as "fish with the face of a man," people think it is literally the fusion of man and fish. Yet, it is a simple piscine, though that shouldn't devalue its oddness. The piscapian can be amphibious, using its arm-like fins to crawl to different waters if conditions grow poor. The head "antenna" seems to be used for signalling others or luring in prey. People claim they can talk, but the noises they hear is the fish merely gulping air when out of the water. With its human guise and golden color, folks believe it to be aligned with Ichor, and thus this fish is holy and should be protected. Its divine nature doesn't stop people from being startled when seeing one, as its visage can be unsettling. If one catches this apparent "manfish" the advice is simple: Don't panic. Just remain calm and let the thing go.

9. Infestinal Angler - A fish of the deep that has formed a symbiotic relationship with a species of worm. This creature's flesh is bursting with writing worms, who have made a nest within its body. Though it would look parasitic in nature, this relationship is a mutual one, as the worms gain a safe home and the fish gets enticing lures to attract prey. While its whole body can release wriggling bait, it typically use a single long specimen from its mouth to draw in food. Barbed spines on the end can hook fish that bite, and drag them right into the waiting maw. These anglers gain these worms upon birth, as their eggs are infested the moment they are formed. While folk dare not eat such a riddled fish, people do prize their worms as valuable bait. The belief is that this fish used these worms as bait too, and thus it makes them extra special when trying to catch your own fish.

10. Wormfish - A parasitic creature found within underground veins and fluid filled cavities. Not actually a fish, more akin to a worm, but its life within fluids grant it its name. It latches onto larger creatures or environmental flesh to feed, sucking away nutrients. Its body is covered in tendrils, which are meant to distract predators. They easily tear off if grabbed, leaving foes with a simple wormy mouthful as the real creature slips away. However, when it comes time to breed, it is said that these tendrils can take on a life of their own, and bud off as new wormfish.

11. Scumsucker - A fish found in fecal swamps and thus already found to be unpleasant. It is a bottom feeder that slurps up the nutritious slurry of the swamp. Their flesh appears rotten and their stink is famous, which means no one wishes to eat them. Their pungent odor, though, may be used as bait for some creatures and repellent for others. It is a fish that fishermen like to catch once simply to say they did, and then never again.

12. Shreddergill - A bony creature of the Osteowastes, this shark prowls the bone dust dunes with maw wide open. Their bodies are designed to cut through the dust, all while drawing it into their gaping jaws. Their mouths are designed to suck in copious amounts of bone dust and strain it through their gills. Food is trapped and consumed, while the dust is expelled. Their name comes from the fact that these mouths are filled with sharp teeth that shred any sized prey that gets caught within. They will even go after targets too big to swallow, mangling limbs and extremities they can fit into their jaws. Travelers of these wastes are warned to watch their legs when those bony fins are sighted slicing through the dunes. A similar species that is gray of color can be found in the actual oceans, feeding just the same as it shreds schools of fish.

13. Comet Tail - A strange and alien fish whose body is mostly made of ethereal energy. The only fleshy bits are its head and thin tail, the rest is purplish light that seems to be an extension of its form. One look at it should confirm that this is a creature of Pwdre Ser. Everything about them screams of this star jelly, as they are unnaturally fast, and appear capable of phasing through solid matter when they want. When predators dare approach, they unleash a blinding light to escape, moving so fast that when foes regain their sight, it appears the fish simply vanished into thin air. Its alien origin is easily confirmed by the fact that it is not born in the sea. Instead, seafolk out on the open ocean claim to see them falling from the sky, their presence a herald of the coming purple rain. When comet tails are spotted, every ship is quick to pull up anchor and flee the area, as the Pwdre Ser is sure to follow. And no one ever truly knows what it will bring with it...

14. Patchwork Chimaera - A fish of the deep and of abyssal Blue Blood. This chimaera appears normal at first, with a body of pale flesh. But on closer look, one can see its form is made up of various pieces, like a meaty puzzle. As it turns out, this fish is capable of breaking off these chunks of skin when threatened, slipping free from the jaws of predators. Every fragment that comes loose reveals blue flesh beneath and releases a brief spurt of Blue Blood. The Abyssal Lightning that results from it further distracts and drains foes, letting the chimaera go free. In time, the removed pieces will regrow, but it seems that even when filled with holes and lost chunks, the chimaera is unbothered. The spines on their fins contain a venom that causes veins and arteries to contract and stop blood flow, which may explain why the species can lose entire pieces of its flesh but only bleed for mere seconds. Due to how easily they drop their fragments, catching a fully intact chimaera is said to be impossible.

15. Xiphius - An ancient armored fish that lives upon the ocean floor. The lifestyle of the xiphius is sluggish, as its body is covered in heavy plates and great spines, yet this is no problem when it comes to hunting. These fish wield Blue Blood to catch prey, channeling Abyssal Lightning from their long spines. As the creature slowly swims through the ocean, this energy will lance out and zap any prey that gets within range. The lightning drains targets of energy, making them slow enough for the armored fish to catch and devour. They either hunt while on the move or when buried in the sea floor. This energy and their hardy shells make them powerful foes, and it easily explains why they have been able to survive for so long. Research claims they come from the Age of Eitr, which suggests that Blue Blood is equally as ancient if this is true. Folks can believe it when they spot massive relatives of the Xiphius, ones that have the size of a leviathan. These armored brutes can easily capsize boats that run into them, and their spines practically unleash storms of draining lightning. They are to be avoided, regardless if they are big or small, and that reputation is why some say the xiphius is the heraldic beast of Blue Blood.

16. Silverjaw - A terrible rotting thing that is aligned with the profane Alkahest. These tiny sharks possess impossibly sharp jaws that carve though any prey. They feed upon leviathans and other massive creatures, sneaking up to bite holes in their flesh. No matter the scales or armor, their silvery teeth cut through with ease. Due to their size and how much they eat, they are not a real threat to these beasts, more an annoyance when they remove plugs of flesh. The real haters of them are seafolk and Aquanauts, as these sharks can mistake ships and other vessels as leviathans to feed on. Their teeth bite holes into hulls and have been documented screwing up delicate research equipment. It is said that several early submersible attempts by Aquanauts were ruined by these nasty little biters, calling for redesigns that would keep them away.

17. Fetalfin - A fleshy fish that lurks in the deep, often hiding in reefs and choking growths. Its body is not well suited for swimming, so it instead mainly gets by by using its prehensile tail to latch on. Their toothless maw sucks up tiny prey, while a bulbous head uses sensitive fluids to detect approaching threats. Their odd bellies are where they keep the eggs of their young, which will spew out of the hole once they hatch. Their appearance is unnerving to many, who see something human within its fishy form. It is creatures like these that make people wonder if humanity and the deep are more connected than we think.

18. Intestineel - A scavenger of the deep, this fleshy eel thrives upon the carcasses that fall to the ocean floor. They lack jaws, instead feeding through absorption as they burrow themselves in rotting flesh and festering guts. To help things along, the intestineel is capable of releasing potent clouds of Rot from its body, speeding up the decay process. This same ability is what makes them unpalatable to predators and unwanted by fishermen. Their appearance and Rot affiliation once made people believe that they were the larvae of bowel serpents. Now, it is more thought that they are simply a relative.

19. Lament Urchin - A crawling ball of spines that is found on the ocean floor, these urchins feed primarily on algae, kelp and other growths they can gnaw through. Sharp spikes jutting from their bodies ward off predators, as they can easily snap off into flesh and dig in deep. The pain this causes is excruciating, which feels fitting with the horrid wailing visage of the urchin. It earns the title "lament" because you will be lamenting about how you shouldn't have been an idiot and tried touching one. But of course, people will still try because the gonads of these urchins are considered a delicacy.

20. Spinal Star - A bony echinoderm found in coastal waters, it uses its knobby appendages to move and catch prey. They feed on shellfish and other armored foods, grabbing on tight and using nasty teeth to rasp through armor. No good as food, but enjoyed as ornaments or decoration. Tourists may find these creatures unsettling when they are out of water, as you can clearly hear the popping and cracking as their spinal limbs move and flex.

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Hey hey it's May! Which means Mermay, and you know what that means! Yep, time to post stuff that is related to the ocean or water or whatever and not actually post real mermaids! Why bother posting a theme of stuff on a "themed" month when it has nothing to do with the actual theme? Well, when have I ever been relevant and with the times? Never! So lets go! FISH TIME!

Of course, we need some more fish in this world! I know I already did two pieces before, but I still had some fish ideas that didn't make it to paper so I needed to make one more! And brilliantly enough, only like two of those actual unused ideas actually made it onto this sheet, because....I don't know I just kinda...screwed that up. So there will probably be a round 4 in the future!

[najia-cooks]

[ID: A greyish brown stew presented alongside flatbread, red pepper paste, green peppers, and carrot sticks. End ID]

سماقية / Summagiyya (Gazan stew with chard, chickpea, sumac, and 'lamb')

Summagiyya (سُمَّاقِيَّة; also translitered "sumagiyya", "sumaghiyyeh" or "sumaqiyya") is one of the signature dishes of the Gaza strip, in particular Gaza City. It consists of lamb, chard, and chickpeas in a sumac-infused broth; savor and zest is added by a dagga of dill seeds, garlic, and peppers, and nutty depth by a generous drizzle of red tahina. The resulting stew is thick, earthy, and slodgily grey (due to the green chard and red sumac)—it also has the characteristic sourness of much Gazan cuisine.

Summagiyya is most often prepared during holidays, especially Eid al-Fitr; it's an excellent make-ahead dish for these occasions, since it's even better once its flavors have had time to meld and mellow overnight. It is served cold alongside fresh vegetables, and eaten by using flatbread to scoop up each bite. This recipe provides a spiced seitan recipe to replace the lamb, but you may also use any lamb or beef substitute of your choice.

Today, summagiyya is often prepared with Israeli white tahina, as decades of punitive import laws, taxes, and restrictions have enforced Palestine's status as a consumer, rather than an producer, of food products. Israeli tariffs on, and confiscations of, Palestinian goods have forced those tahina factories that survived to import sesame seeds rather than using locally grown crops, even as they export the best of their product to Israel. The dubbing of foods such as tahina and hummus as culturally "Israeli" cuisine works to hide this exploitative relationship, and cement an Israeli national identity through the subsuming and erasure of Palestinian existence. It is for this reason that Emad Moussa writes that Palestinian cuisine has a role in "protecting against a people's very extinction."

Medical Aid for Palestinians (MAP) has put out an urgent call for donations to provide medical supplies to Palestinian hospitals when supply lines reopen. Also contact your representatives in the USA, UK, and Canada.

Ingredients:

For the soup:

500g (2 large bunches) chard (شلق), diced

80g Levantine sumac berries (Rhus coriaria)

1/2 cup soaked and boiled chickpeas, mostly cooked (40g dry / scant 1/4 cup)

1/4 cup red tahina

1/2 cup (60g) all-purpose flour

1 large yellow onion

1/4 cup olive oil

1 tsp kosher salt

2 cardamom pods (optional)

2 allspice berries (optional)

More olive oil, to fry

Sumac berries can be found in the spice section of a halal grocery store. If you're unable to locate whole berries, pre-ground will do.

For the dagga:

1 1/2 Tbsp dill seeds

5 cloves garlic

1/2 green cubanelle pepper

2-3 dried red chilis (optional)

1/2 tsp black pepper

1/4 tsp cumin

Dill seeds may be found at a halal, south Asian, or speciality European grocery store. They are commonly used in Indian food and as a pickling spice. At a south Asian grocery store they may be labelled soyo, suva, shepu, or savaa.

For the lamb:

1 cup (120g) vital wheat gluten, aka gluten flour

1/2 Tbsp ground sumac

1/2 tsp ground caraway

1 tsp onion powder

1 tsp Palestinian 7-spice

1/2 tsp garlic powder

1/2 tsp sea salt

1/2 tsp ground black pepper

1/2 tsp ground cumin

1/2 tsp ground aniseed

1/2 tsp turnermic

1 tbsp olive oil

1/2 tsp soy sauce

1 tsp miso paste

2 cloves garlic, grated

2 tsp pomegranate molasses

1 Tbsp white or red tahina

About 1/2 cup vegetarian 'beef' stock from concentrate, or vegetable stock

Pomegranate molasses is simply pomegranate juice that has been reduced to a thick consistency. It may be found in the sauces section of a halal grocery store.

Instructions:

For the soup:

1. Soak dried chickpeas in cool water overnight, or in just-boiled water for an hour. Drain and re-cover with water, and boil for 30-45 minutes, until almost fully cooked. Drain and set aside.

2. Simmer sumac seeds in enough water to cover by a couple inches for about an hour, until the water is dark red. Blend the seeds and water together, then strain the mixture through a cheesecloth.

If you're using ground sumac, skip the blending step. Use a cheesecloth or very fine metal sieve (such as one intended for brewing tea) to remove the ground spice from the water.

3. Whisk the flour into the sumac-infused water.

For the lamb:

1. Combine all dry ingredients in a large mixing bowl. Add wet ingredients other than stock and stir briefly. Add enough stock to produce a soft, smooth dough.

2. Knead by hand on a clean surface, or put in a stand mixer with paddle attachment on medium-low, for about 5 minutes. You should see stringy strands begin to form in the dough.

3. Allow to rest, covered, for 5-10 minutes to encourage gluten formation. Knead for another 3 minutes. Do not over-knead.

4. Tear the dough into bite-sized pieces.

Stringy seitan being pulled apart into pieces.

You may also shape the dough into a slab and cube it with a sharp knife—the lamb or beef used in summagiyya is usually cubed—but I prefer the texture of torn seitan to sliced.

5. Steam the seitan pieces for 10 minutes in a bamboo steamer or using a metal steamer basket. Place the bamboo steamer in the bottom of a wok and cover its base by about 1/2" (1 cm), then raise the heat to boil the water; lower the heat to keep the water at a simmer. If using a steamer basket, place it over the opening of a pot containing a couple inches of water and bring it to a simmer. Start the timer when the water begins simmering.

6. Heat olive oil on medium-high and sear the steamed seitan pieces, turning as necessary, until deeply browned on all sides. Set aside.

Fried seitan pieces.

You can save a step here by searing the raw seitan, then returning it to the pot after you've fried the onions to simmer it rather than steaming. I found that this produced a mushier texture.

For the dagga (دقة):

1. Grind cumin and black pepper thoroughly in a mortar and pestle, then add dried red pepper and dill seed and crush coarsely. Add green sweet pepper and garlic and pound until a coarse mixture forms.

Dill seeds, green sweet pepper, garlic, and dried red chili on a cutting board, alongside dagga in a large granite mortar.

You may also use a spice mill or food processor.

To assemble:

1. Chop the onion. Wash the chard and slice it thinly in one direction; turn it ninety degrees and slice thinly again.

Diced chard, fried seitan, dagga, and sumac-infused water with flour.

2. In a large pot, heat a couple tablespoons of olive oil on medium. Fry chopped onion, cardamom pods, and allspice berries for a minute until fragrant. Add half of the dagga and fry until fragrant.

3. Add chard and fry, mixing often, until wilted.

Wilted chard in a wok.

4. Add sumac mixture, chickpeas, and water to cover. Bring to a boil, then lower heat to a simmer. If you didn't steam your seitan earlier, add it now.

5. Continue to stir and simmer until the stew is thick, homogenous, and greyish-brown, about 15 minutes.

Simmered stew.

6. Add the remainder of the garlic mixture, the red tahina, a pinch of ground cumin, the 1/4 cup olive oil, and salt to taste. Return the steamed and seared seitan to the pot and mix.

Serve cool with flatbread, sweet green peppers, bitter green and black olives, carrots, leafy greens, and/or pickles.

[gardezamour]

au were silco finds out vi is still alive. much earlier than in canon. and then having vulnerable feelings ensue) sorry silco. :(

here’s a teeny dabble on it while i think about how to go about it:

Silco didn’t make it a habit to travel Topside. He preferred the damp shadows of Zaun. And besides, a step in Piltover meant an immediate risk to his entire means. Which had been proven easily enough when he’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Although he covered his bases, and he wasn’t dense, incidents occurred. In addition to the fact that he was unfortunately, still very human, and the bridge of the nation’s boarder made his head swim and his eye ache terribly. He’d ignore the pang of hurt that continued to hit him in the chest until the day he died. Possibly even longer.

Stillwater was probably the closest thing a convicted Piltie would get to living in Zaun. Enforcers at every corner, barely enough food, and enough back-talk to fill the Pilt River. It made him miss work in the mines. Where the labor was absolute shit, but the people kept you coming back. He’d leave with enough pain in his body to knock out an elephant, but with Vander’s arm keeping him warm and Felica’s sass reminding him to laugh. Back when it had all been worth it, without a doubt. Blisters and bedrock.

It was no matter to him either way now, Marcus would correct his people’s error. If he knew what was good for him and his naive child. Silco knew himself, and his people knew him almost good enough. There was a tight deadline ticking away the second the puny rookie with black hair had strapped his wrists. In the mean time, Stillwater was tolerable. Besides the florescent lights that burned his damaged eye.

A flash of magenta made him halt in front of the guard behind him. His shackles clanged as he took a step back.

She almost looked like her mother. Almost. Jinx was a closer resemblance. Violet held a wrath that seemed to seep from her bones, her eyes hardened with so much determination and attentiveness that it made him weary.

What truly made him stumble, was the way she held herself. The slightest slouch, making herself look smaller than she was. Her fists were wrapped by stained scraps of white fabric. They were clenched, making the linen taut around her swollen knuckles. And, by the way a few of the men around her slithered away, she had earned a level of rightful hierarchy inside.

Worst of all, Silco snapped his jaw shut, was the fact that she was so much like him. Like Vander. He didn’t need to venture towards her to know. He knew it by the way she stewed by herself while everyone else gathered in pairs and groups. How her lips twisted upon noticing him. Even the flicker of hope that crossed like a bullet.

A hopelessly lonely soul. Two peas in a pod.

Vander had been alone, before any one of their group had drawn together. He had been alone, and he had stewed. He lived by his brute strength and bravery, and Vi was following all the same footsteps. Like a child in thick snowbanks.

He almost pitied her. If he were honest with himself, he’d admit that it was more of a mourning. Of what their lives could have consisted of. If everything hadn’t gone sideways.

The moment was broken when a rounded baton poked him sharply in his spine, “Move.” He glowered. But, he did adhere to the rookie’s insolence. Vi was spinning her food tray around in circles on the table, eyes dark with murderous intent.

The blue of her eyes made him miss Connol, who had always managed to keep their chaos barred. Unfortunately, Vi didn’t seem to even vaguely carry such a patience from her biological father.

She really was Vander’s girl. Fitting.

He felt eyes on the back of head even after he was locked away behind four stone walls and an iron door. She had stuck to him like an oil residue, and he felt dreadful at the realization.

He reflected on the discovery of her life. Knowing he wouldn’t allow himself once his current mess was in the process of being cleaned up, there would be too much to be done after such a discovery. With Violet alive, there were bridges left unburned. And he would have to figure a way to either bury the hatchet, or find a match to strike.

If he could handle disposing of the one person he’d loved and trusted the most, he could deal with just another byproduct. He stared at one of the little glints of light through the cracks of the door.

But, as he was all by his lonesome in a frigid box, his mind wandered to Vander. And, against his will, he mourned some more.

[fandom-geek17]

Destined For More

Neteyam x Omatikaya!Reader

Synopsis: Being a close family friend of the Sully's, and Kiri's best friend, it was hard to be around Neteyam and not fall in love with him. Supressing those feelings were even harder, especially when his parents start pressuring him about finding a mate...

Rating: E MINORS DNI🔞🔞

Tags: Friends to lovers! Eventual smut! Semi public smut! P in V smut, Reader has a name, no use of Y/N

Vocabulary: Nantang (Viperwolf), Marui (Pods/tents), Skxawng (Moron), Tanhì (Bioluminescent freckles/stars)

Ages: Neteyam (21), reader (20), Kiri (20), Lo'ak (19), Tuk (13)

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

“There child” Mo’at told you gently, standing over your shoulder as you crushed the herbs in the mortar. “Perfect.” You smiled to yourself. You were a decent healer, but hearing it from her directly meant everything. Kiri had always been the best healer, always would be, but you enjoyed the profession. Feeling like you could contribute with something else other than making clothes.

Alongside you and Kiri, there were two other healers in training, and everyone was currently busy helping a hunting party that had been attacked by a group of Nantang. None had been seriously injured, but there were a lot of bites and scratches to clean and bandage. They were lucky, it could have been worse. But since there were suddenly so many patients, the supply of medicines ran low. As Kiri and the other two worked on the patients, you were happy to sit in the corner, making more healing paste as fast as you could. The patients were an important part of being a healer, but the thing that had always interested you most was the science behind it. Discovering how new plants could optimize healing, which ones soothed pain, which ones killed bacteria. You had recently discovered that alternating the weaving pattern of the bandages caused more air to flow through without exposing the wounds to the elements. That way, it lessened the chance of infection.

“Emmy, can you pass me those?” Kiri asked, pointing to a pile of leaves next to you. She smiled in thanks as you gave them to her. Your real name was Emreyìte, meaning surviving daughter. It was a bit on the nose, but you liked it. You mother had labored for over two days to bring you into the world, and you nearly didn’t make it. The name was supposed to convey the strength you had already displayed coming into this world.

When you finished crushing the herbs, you put them in the water stewing above the fire. Stirring slowly, and evenly, the water slowly changed color. But it needed to steep for a little while longer. This particular mixture of herbs soothed pain very efficiently when boiled into a tea. But the taste wasn’t particularly pleasant, so you always added some sweetness in the hopes of counteracting the bitter taste. All the hunters were given a cup of the liquid to drink. They all grimaced badly, making you smile a little. It was terrible, but you were still experimenting with the recipe.

You all worked in quiet unison until all the hunters had been treated. It was well past the start of the communal dinner by then, evening setting in slowly. The other two healers went to get something to eat whilst Kiri helped Mo’at to her marui. You stayed behind to clean up. And also take inventory of how much of the supplies had been used. Hunger rumbled in your belly, but it would have to wait.

“Knock, knock” a voice murmured. A voice you knew all too well. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as your breath hitched.

You turned around and indeed. “Neteyam” you breathed. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, watching you with a small smile from under his eyelashes. “I saw all the other healers join the dinner, but not you. I figured you’d be here, too wrapped up in your research to eat again.” He held out a steaming bowl in front of you. “So I brought you this.”

The smell of Yerik stew filled your nostrils, making your stomach rumble again. Neteyam smirked, proving his point. “Thank you” you said, accepting his gift. But it was only when he stepped inside the hut properly that you noticed the wound on his shoulder, making you gasp slightly. “Neteyam, what happened to your shoulder?”

“Nothing! It’s fine, don’t worry about it” he assured you, but not very convincingly.

“That needs to be cleaned” you stated, setting the bowl aside. “What happened?” You looked at his expectantly until he finally caved, quirking his brow in your direction.

“I caught a tree branch during fighting practice” he admitted with a nonchalant tone. “It’s fine.”

“Did you clean it, at least?” you asked, observing the wound. You already knew the answer.

“Yes” Neteyam said.

“Well, not well enough. Sit! Does it hurt?”

“No.”

You quirked at eyebrow at him, your tail swishing impatiently.

“A bit.” Neteyam’s ears flicked as his eyes flitted between you and the bowl of Yerik stew. “Can you at least eat first? Waiting a couple of more minutes won’t kill me.” He smiled at you playfully. He was normally very reserved, the smiling Neteyam was usually saved for his family.

But you only huffed, filling a cup with the last of the tea from earlier. “Here, drink this while I eat.” As you sat down with your bowl of stew, Neteyam took a small gulp of the liquid in his cup. His brows furrowed but other than that, he did an okay job of hiding his disgust. But having known him since you were kids, you could tell when he hid the truth. “You can grimace, you know” you giggled over the bowl. “It won’t hurt my feelings. I know it’s disgusting.”

Neteyam hummed, only making a small grimace after his next sip. “It’s not the best” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “But it’s effective. And a lot better than the last time. You’re getting very good at this, experimenting with medicine.” You couldn’t help but blush at his praise.

But you had also just stuffed your mouth full of food, so the only answer he got was that damned blush you wished would go away. As soon as you finished the bowl, you go to work on his shoulder.

Your hand trembled slightly as it made contact with Neteyam’s warm skin, holding him steady while the other hand cleaned his wound with a cloth. Your hand rose and fell with each of his breaths, and you leaned in to see properly in the firelight. Eywa, he smelled so good. Always had. It was intoxicating, and also the reason why you never got too close to him.

Your family and the Sully family had been friends since forever, you and your brother grew up together with the Sully’s, but as your brother made lots of other friends, your only real friend was Kiri. Of course, Kiri came with Lo’ak, Spider and Tuk and they were great, like additional siblings. But they weren’t Neteyam. With his broad shoulders, gentle voice, infectious smile, kind heart and protective older brother demeanor, it was impossible to not gain a crush on him. That crush had lasted on and on since you were fourteen. At seventeen, even you had to admit to yourself that you had fallen in love with him. And how could you not? He was everything, had everything. He was the handsome son of the Olo'eyktan that all the women gazed after, giggled around and tried to flirt with. He was the dream you could never have. It had been clear over the years that he only saw you as a friend, as Kiri’s best friend. So you had become very good at dreaming in silence and later suppressing your feelings for the man sitting before you.

Dreams of exploring with him, laughing with him, him confessing his undying love for you and making you his mate. And also not so innocent dreams, dreams of being with him. Of him kissing you, running his hands all over your body, his mouth following suit, him pushing his cock deep into your pussy, joining his kuru with yours, finally creating that everlasting bond…

A hiss from the man in question broke you out of your train of thought. “Sorry” you whispered, your mouth and throat suddenly very dry.

“It’s okay” Neteyam whispered back. You could have sworn that his voice was deeper, throatier, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. “It just stings a little.”

You nodded quietly and swallowed, desperately trying to regain some moisture in your mouth so you could get your voice back. Standing up, you took a deep breath that you hoped was subtle and went to get the Yalna bark mixture. This was exactly why you tried to avoid being too close to him. Every time those big golden orbs watched you intently or his smell surrounded you, thought and memories of your illicit fantasies caught up with you and you had to remember that Neteyam was destined for so much more than a healer who was more interested in playing with plants than helping her patients.

He was watching you right now, you could tell. His gaze burned at the back of your neck, but when you turned back around, he thankfully looked away. You had to say something, quickly. The longer you stayed quiet, more memories of last night flooded your brain. Those fantasies of him wrapping your legs around his neck before he-

“Why didn’t you come here before?” you blurt out, desperately avoiding eye contact, trying to calm the erratic beating of your heart.

Neteyam shrugged with his good shoulder, his eyes following the movement of you fingers as you dipped them in the mixture. “There were so many wounded hunters, thought you should prioritize them.”

You huffed at his stubbornness. “Skxawng” you muttered, trying to not take in how defined the muscles around his shoulder area were. “I al- we always have time for you” you corrected quickly. Please Eywa, don’t let him catch that slip up!

You dared a quick glance at his eyes, but you couldn’t read the expression there. He opened his mouth and closed it several times before speaking. “I’ll remember that” he breathed.

Quickly, you looked back down at his wound and shuffled closer to be able to apply the ointment. Too late you noticed that this position practically placed you between his legs. His knees rubbed against your waist as you leaned forward. Again, you placed one hand on his chest for support before rubbing your coated fingers over his wound.

A small groan left his lips. A groan that caused you to close your eyes and legs tighter together. Thank Eywa that your braids covered your face as you worked, if he saw the deep violet of your cheeks or your eyes that were more black than yellow, he’d probably bolt out and you’d have to dig yourself into a hole of embarrassment and stay there forever. There was nothing sexual about that groan! He was in pain, you reminded yourself. Still, all you could feel was the beating of your heart and the lightning bolts of pleasure going from your stomach to your core.

This was exactly why you needed to keep a safe distance from him! When there were other people around or you kept yourself at a respectable distance, it was easier to remember that all you would ever be was his friend. It made it easier to suppress everything.

As soon as you could, you bolted from your position as if you had just been burnt. Clearing your throat, you look away, letting your braids hide your face again. “Okay, you’re all set” you murmured under the guise of putting everything back at its rightful place.

You could hear Neteyam standing up behind you, shuffling about a little. “Thank you, Emreyìtre. I appreciate it.” It was so rare for someone to call you by your full name. It caused a flutter of your heart that made you feel both happy and sad at the same time. “Are you staying here long?”

Why did he want to know? Did it matter what you did? “Probably not” you answered slowly, finally turning around to face him. “We used up a lot of Mo’at’s supply today. I was going to forage some more for her so we can all start fresh tomorrow.”

“Now?” he questioned, gesturing to the setting sun outside of the tent. “It will be dark soon.”

You crossed your arms, tail swishing slightly. “So? I’m not afraid of the dark.”

Neteyam’s ears flicked upwards along with his tail. “I know” he smiled. “But I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

You sighed… You wanted to say something derogatory to distract him from the real reason you didn’t want him accompanying you. It’s not like you could tell him you wanted the alone time to cool off and maybe shoot a couple of arrows in between gathering. But when you looked into those hopeful, determined eyes of his, you couldn’t lie. Damn him! “Fine. As long as you remember that I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself then you can make yourself useful and help me carry everything.”

You thrusted a satchel bag into his hands. Neteyam snorted and slung it over his shoulder before accepting the large pile of smaller containers that you had woven for this very purpose. You gathered the same equipment for yourself before also armoring yourself with your daggers and bow and arrow.

As you walked, you tried to stay a couple of paces ahead of him, both to show him the way but also to give yourself some space to think. As eclipse slowly set in, his tanhì would illuminate more and more, creating that perfect canvas of speckled light. He had always been so beautiful in the dark, his features somehow more prominent than during the day. Over the years, you had spent many evenings around a campfire with him and his family. Carefully watching him out of the corner of your eye, you had decided that nighttime was his best look.

But you couldn’t think of that right now! If this was going to work, having him accompany you, then it couldn’t be awkward. You had to treat him the same way as you would anyone else helping you. And that meant no ogling! Hence why you were walking ahead of him.

Neteyam walked diligently behind you, not saying much, just following in your footsteps. Eventually you stopped in front of a clearing.

“Here” you pointed towards a patch of green. “See those plants with the rounded leaves?” He nodded, stepping closer to you to observe the plants. “Dig up the roots, clean them and put them in one container. As many as you can fit.”

“What do they do?” he asked curiously as he sunk down to his knees.

“They calm anxiousness” you answered immediately. “They can also help people sleep if prepared properly.”

As Neteyam worked on the roots, you used your knife to gather the same herbs you had boiled earlier today. Neteyam proved to excel at this, like everything else. He quickly filled the woven bag with roots and immediately asked for a new task. You set him to work as much as you could, both to get the work done faster and because you secretly wanted to see that pleased smile whenever he showed you his collection of plants. He was like one of those yellow canines Jake had showed you on a computer once. The ones that existed on earth. He had that same eagerness to please and do well.

It warmed your heart that he genuinely wanted to help. Yet you also had to remind yourself that this eagerness was not singled out for you. He probably wanted to help everyone with the same fervor. He was the next Olo’eyktan, after all. If the people were supposed to follow him, then he had to show he would be there for them with the same loyalty.

But as the evening went on, Neteyam followed you more and more, asking you to tell him about each and every plant you collected. And it was nice to have something to talk about. Something that you could sink into without feeling self-conscious. So, you happily shared your knowledge.

“See this one?” you sat down in front of a plant with thick, pointy stems and sharp edges. “Kiri and I discovered the use of it a while ago. It soothes burns, produces a cooling sensation.” You broke off a piece of the stem and cut it in half. A clear, gel-like liquid oozed out. You collected some on your fingers and you could swear you heard your foraging partner swallow. But before you had time to process whether he did, you reached for his arm to stroke some on it. “Feel that?” you smiled up at him.

“Yeah” he murmured before looking up at you. “That’s incredible.”

“I’m experimenting with it, to see if I can make turn it into an ointment somehow.”

Neteyam looked at you with hooded eyes. “If anyone can, it’s you.”

A blush spread across your cheeks. He had given you so many compliments tonight, it was hard to believe that this wasn’t one of your daydreams. Even harder when you observed the way his tanhì glowed in the moonlight, the way his braids fell to perfectly frame his face, his gentle smile, his golden eyes looking up at you from under his eyelashes again. The urge to be closer to him was overwhelming. Every fibre of your being longed for him, to feel his lips against yours. But you had to stay strong. He was forbidden territory. Kiri’s brother, the future clan leader, and most importantly; he wasn’t interested. And making any kind of move would ruin whatever it was that you two had.

So you cleared your throat and stood up. “After we get some of these, we should be set to head back” you said quietly, turning away from him.

The two of you quickly gathered the last plant and began walking back. But before you had gotten far you stumbled upon some of your favorite materials for making clothing. A small squeal of happiness left your lips as you bent down to scoop up some of the pebbles.

“Do these have a medical purpose?” Neteyam asked you curiously and picked some up himself.

“No” you admitted bashfully, placing the small white pebbles in your bag. “I use them to make beads and other decorations for my chest coverings.”

“Oh…” Neteyam’s eyes flitted downwards for a moment before he bent down to scoop some more pebbles into his hand to examine them further. “Is it hard to make beads out of them?”

“No” you shrugged. “Just time consuming.” Neteyam nodded slowly.

The two of you walked the rest of the way in silence. It had been such a nice evening and you desperately tried to remember that it was simply an outing between friends. You couldn’t get your hopes up over this one thing. He just came along to make sure you didn’t get lost out there…

“Hey” Neteyam stopped you with a hand on your elbow when the village appeared ahead. “Thank you for letting me come with you. I really needed to clear my head for a bit.”

Your ears perked in interest. “Oh?” His mood seemed to have dampened somewhat, judging by the way his eyes suddenly had darkened and his tail swished slightly when he looked at his family’s marui. “Can I ask why?” you probed gently. “Or is it too personal?” Whatever it was, a part of you really wanted, needed, to know.

Neteyam rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Mom and dad have been trying to have a conversation with me for a couple of days. A conversation I don’t really want to have.” He looked at his home, his cheeks a bit more violet than usual. You nodded gently for him to continue. He cleared his throat and refused to meet your gaze. “They want me to start looking for a mate.”

And just like that, you could feel cracks appearing in your heart. “Oh…” you whispered, now avoiding his gaze, as well. You had always known this day would come, but mentally preparing and being slapped in the face with it were two entirely different things.

“And it’s not that I don’t want a mate” he added hurriedly. “I do. I just don’t want to be rushed into any big decisions. Whoever I mate with will have to burden a lot of responsibility and I don’t want to force that on anyone. I know what’s like to have so much responsibility thrust upon you that you didn’t ask for.”

You nodded slowly, blinking furiously. Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but they had to stay away! You would not cry over the news that a friend was supposed to celebrate. Be supportive! “I’m sure whoever it will be will make a great tsahìk one day” you murmured, clutching your bag closer to your chest. “Since we’re here, I can take the bags to the healing hut.”

“I can help you with that!” Neteyam offered immediately, making you want to cry even more. But not now, not yet!

“No, no I’ll be fine” you lied, your voice a lot shakier than you would have liked. “Go home, Neteyam. I’m sure your parents are wondering where you are.” He reluctantly handed you the bag he was carrying. You gave him a forced smile. “Goodbye.”

You started to walk away before he could answer, desperate to get away. He called after you. “Goodbye Emmy!”

The tears finally spilled over. It felt like a ‘goodbye’ in more ways than one…

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