#yes ... this is my jam... the pain.. is delicious

[cobaltfluff]

wherein akechi avoids looking at his reflection as he sees too much of his mother in his own appearance

#p5r #akeshu #art tag #i saw a post and i was like #yes ... this is my jam... the pain.. is delicious #anyway i agree i think he has his mother's looks #and every time he sees his reflection it reminds him too much of her #how she was probs the only one to love him #and he fears how disappointed she'd be in the person he's become ?? #anyway i dont know the canon very well #i have too many of my own headcanons and they're basically just my ocs at this point LOL

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic: December 9

I'm doing my best to get through my massive reading list by the end of the year, so buckle up, fam, you're about to get served a buffet of fic. There's so many tasty morsels here, even Mama Flores has to appreciate this feast.

🪐 = Year of Themed Creation Fics!

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FRANKIE MORALES

Sheer Desire by @the-blind-assassin-12 Okay so imagine you're Frankie's +1 to a Millerboy wedding. And there's dancing and yearning and flirting involved. And the knowledge that after the reception, you're going to have him all to yourself. Now add in black thigh-high nylons. And the desire to see them in his hands. And his desire to have those lacy tops pressed against his ears.... IT'S HOT LIKE FIRE. DID YOU THINK IT WOULD NOT BE. GO GET IT.

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #2: Frankie Morales - Kiss in the Hammock by @something-tofightfor I mean, who doesn't want to be cuddled up in a hammock with Frankie? Who doesn't want those soft curls and soft lips and warm arms all pressed up against you?

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #12: Frankie Morales - Kiss in the Dark / Break Up Kiss by @something-tofightfor A little angst and a lot of love are on display here. Frankie's here to show his responsible and protective side, and while there's plenty of hurt, he does it oh so softly and I'm just glad we are left with hope.

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #14: Frankie Morales - “I miss you” Kiss / Angry Kiss by @something-tofightfor So remember that hope I just mentioned up there? Same pairing here, and the hope pays off. It's not without some real talk, but perhaps that's what makes the love even more deliciously sincere.

The day Frankie both loves and loathes the kitchen counter by @undercoverpena This is such a wonderful domestic Frankie POV piece. The way he wants to be better for reader, to provide more, to keep promises...the way he adores everything about her, including how she loves to bundle up in his clothes... Getting a peek inside a man who is sweet and loving and seeing the motivations there is such a treat. I really got swept up in this one.

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MARCUS PIKE

The Thing About Second Chances by @artemiseamoon 🪐 This is exquisite. The pain of walking away really hurt. But then, when they met again it is so masterfully done...there are all these little impulses of his, wanting to do everything for her that could easily be overbearing except that he's just so damn loveable and it's hard to watch two people who clearly live each other be denied. I'm not sure he can really change all that much, but I am really pulling for them. Sometimes a little time apart can really drive home how much you can miss someone. Beautiful.

The Moon in May - Full Moon by @hopeamarsu Alpha Marcus. and. sitting on lap. purring and. teasing and soft and spreading you open but requiring go slow. is a tasty treat. brain mush. purring chest at my back. yes please.

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JOEL MILLER

Something Wild and Unruly by @ezrasbirdie Okay, remember when I said that there was a fic that was so beautiful it made me want to quit writing? This is it, and I mean that as a high compliment. Like, I finished it and just put my head in my hands and stared out the window with a big smile on my face. It's outlaw!Joel and old west sex worker!reader with a heart of gold and a good attitude about what she does. It's got so so so much feels and yearning and softness and bathing and the ending is beautiful and full of hope...this fic is up all of my alleys and making all of my jams and is my entire life mood. It is my new official Fave Birdie Fic™️ and I need to sing that to the world.

Small Joys: Wheelbug by @keldabe-kriff 🪐 The whole point of Lyr's Small Joys series is just that--joys. So it seems antithetical for Ellie to have found a bug that's big and bitey and for Joel to freak out about and try to bat it away. But the joy part of it comes from reader's reaction--to the wonder at finding a wheelbug in nature where it wasn't expected--and Ellie's, who of course will always find wonder in something new. Simple and beautifully done.

Small Joys: Leaf Pile by @keldabe-kriff 🪐 Yes, the joy here is jumping in a leaf pile, but the joy I got from it was being able to hear Joel and Ellie perfectly in this. I also love the process Ellie gets to have in collecting the leaves and talking to a neighbor. It's really delightful.

The Sun Will Shine Again by @foli-vora I can't imagine dealing with crippling depression during the years after the outbreak, how hard and crippling it would be. And yet, I think I'd be able to manage if Joel was on my side, telling me he'd carry me as long as he could just to make sure I made it through. This is just such a beautiful piece. I want to curl up in it like a blanket.

Tangled Triumphs by @planet-marz1 I think my blood sugar levels hit an all-time high with this one and I ascended into the heavens. Joel learns to do Sarah's hair and it's so sweet and precious and I love them. Please read this. I need other people to share my squeals.

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JACK DANIELS

Cast Iron Sunshine part 1: Think I'll Call You Sunshine and part 2: Daisy by @blueeyesatnight Color me intrigued. We got ourselves a cocky cowboy in the wild west and a female doctor reader with some determination, sass, and willingness to sport a revolver, and I want more of that push and pull I'm sure is coming. The first meeting is just enough tingle to rub my hands together with glee. HE'S SUCH A SHIT. But then comes Daisy and she's here to lay some hearts open...

What Happens in Vegas.., ...Never Really Ends in Vegas, and Forever by @wildemaven A beautiful drabble trio that encompasses the realization that you've accidentally-in-Vegas married Jack, trying to quit him, and being unable to do so. Do yourself a favor, don't think about it too hard, and give into your cowboy.

Remember Me by @toomanystoriessolittletime This twisted my little heart and melted me in so many ways. When Jack is brought back and can't remember his girlfriend? Can I just cry a river? No worries though, the ending's a happy, hopeful one.

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DIETER BRAVO

Thought That I Was Dreaming by @haylzcyon Salty, spicy, and sweet all at once...this may just be my dream Dieter smut. I very much love a "did he really say???" but then the reason for her not asking was perfect. How does Haylz make the very filthiest filth the sweetest sweet?

Sleazy Santa by @morallyinept This what happens when Dieter's not an actor, just a tremendous sleezebag working as a mall Santa (he's respectful to the kids) and you can't stop wanting that scummy D and go bang dirty in the Grotto. There's candy cane action. It's real nasty. And written like a fkn gourmet meal. The sweatier Jett writes this slimeball, the more I want. I don't know how. It's like Christmas magic. Delicious.

Crawling Back to You by @prolix-yuy This fic is a feast and all of my favorite dishes are on the table. Monsterfkn. Demons. Blasphemy. Sexy contracts. Dieter being a menace. And softness????? This is smut and it is hot hot hot, but there's enough here that's sweetness and fondness that it's going straight to my forever faves list. HE RUINS HER SO NICELY. UGH!

Rendezvous in Reno by @theywhowriteandknowthings A Dieter with small-dick insecurities? Please and thank you, this is super cute. I'd love to get called out for describing his junk wrong in my fics and get a personal correction.

It's Never Over by @pennyserenade We don't get enough exes-to-friends fic around here, and this one is really nice. As much as I hope for them to connect again, I respect their love for each other and their need to just let themselves be special to each other. There were moments here that were bittersweet, but I really loved that about it.

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DIN DJARIN

Birfday--Din by @writeforfandoms Listen. Is it so wrong that I want to cook a nice breakyfast to show Din how much he's loved? Is that too much to ask? Thanks, Jen, for something soft and sweet.

Then We'll Find Out Together by @missredherring A lovely little drabble about settling down in a new home with Din, getting used to the slowness and softness and niceness of everything. And when reader can't sleep, the one thing that's familiar--Din himself--is what calms her down. A lovely little drabble that I would like to live in.

Bounty and Hunter by @never--doubt 🪐 A soulmate fic wherein soulmates can't hurt each other. How interesting then that one of you is being hunted...and makes quite a game out of it?

Significant by @softlyspector He's been calling you riduur for months and you still don't know what it means. Once you find out, that's when the fireworks start. I don't know that I've read dialogue for Din and his sweetheart that affected me the way the last two lines of this fic did...... *swoons*

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PERO TOVAR

Watercolor by @iamskyereads I mean, give a sellsword a bath and you may be in for trouble. But not this man. This man just needs a little care, and while he may not say much, he make good on all kindnesses. I would do anything to give this man a bath and have him speak kindly to me.

Date or Inseminate by @sirowsky Now listen. You're gonna have to read the warnings on this, because I for one get really squicked by dub-con mixed with medical malpractice. I didn't read the warnings and it came out of nowhere....but I'm telling you my eyebrows shot up and then I just giggled through the whole thing like WHAT IS HAPPENING. Sometimes fic is just there to be fun and slap you silly. IRL? No please. But this? Go in with the right mood and it's just strangely and shockingly delightful smut.

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JAVI GUTIERREZ

Formula 101: December to Remember Part 2: Take What Comes by @littlemisspascal There's a lot to love about Rae's F1 media fic. Even outside of the easter eggs in the worldbuilding and the lovely way Javi and Oddball's relationship develops, there are the delightful media interludes--emails, texts, instagram posts complete with character comments--that use pictures and dialogue to move the plot along in a unique way. I love how a short text chain not only sets up a later story locale, but illustrates a history and relationship between two characters so fluidly. Every chapter is a delight to see how the media enhances the storyline...a storyline that is moving in a very interesting direction...

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SPECIAL GUEST CORNER

BO KATAN KRYZE

Hiding Away from the Galaxy by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 I love a good reunion story. Here, you're an ex-Jedi who has a past with Bo and come to find her when all the wars are done. I'd agree that it's worth the wait when she takes you in her arms....

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MARC SPECTOR

My Knight in White by @flightlessangelwings 🪐 Jey's been doing a year of protectiveness, and you know I don't mind that AT ALL. I would love nothing more than to have Marc follow me home and protect me. And then, yeah, if he let me follow him home...and into his bedroom....I wouldn't complain..... *swoon*

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#triple frontier fanfic #frankie morales #the mentalist fanfic #marcus pike #tlou fanfic #joel miller #kingsman golden circle fanfic #jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey #star wars fanfic #bo katan kryze #moon knight fanfic #marc spector #The bubble fanfic #Dieter bravo #the mandalorian fanfic #din djarin #the great wall fanfic #pero tovar #tuwomt fanfic #javi gutierrez

[positivelyholland]

Suprises

pairing: chris evans x daughter!reader 

genre: fluff 

warnings: angst for a minute there, paparazzi, getting lost, let me know if i missed any

summary: after your dad suprised you with a daddy-daughter date, you run into some suprise paparazzi and get scared

A/N this is (almost) the exact same as my other tom cruise fic, but just with chris evans

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“Hey y/n/n, do you have any plans for the day” your dad walked over to where you were sitting on the couch, lazily watching Bluey. 

“Considering it's 6pm on a Tuesday, no” you sarcastically responded. Chris finds it funny how you're the only person on God's green earth who can get away with teasing him. 

“Great! Go get some nice-ish clothes on and I’ll meet you in the car in 15 minutes” before you could respond to his words, he ran away to god knows where. 

Feeling confused and nervous but also excited for whatever your dad had planned, you hurry up to your room to go start getting ready. 

You did some light and simple makeup that made you look even more beautiful (although Chris would argue you're pretty no matter what, you are his daughter after all). After finishing your lip gloss, you went to go pick out an outfit, which was the hardest part. 

It's moments like these where you swear there's absolutely nothing to wear, but chris (and most people) would say otherwise due to your huge closet full of designer pieces since you are the daughter of Chris Evans after all. 

It wasn't until after you had trashed your room and basically emptied out your whole closet that you were able to decide on a long-sleeved, dark blue sundress. 

Taking one last look in the mirror and spraying some perfume all over your body, you decided you looked good. Well, you had to be at least a little content at this point since it had been 20 minutes since the conversation with your dad and he had been honking at you from his car for the past 5 minutes. 

Running as fast as you can in heels (which was pretty fast considering how many fancy events you've been to with your dad), you grabbed your phone and purse before joining Chris in the car. 

As you opened the car door and (not so gracefully) stepped in, your dad gave you a big hug. 

“Wow, you're definitely my daughter with how pretty you look tonight” he teased, to which you just rolled your eyes and thanked him in response. 

The drive to wherever he was taking you was only about 20 minutes long, but those 20 minutes were full of jamming out to 80s ballads and singing your heart out until you finally arrived at an expensive 5-star restaurant.

You checked out your surroundings, and once you finally realized that's where you were, you looked at your dad in shock. 

“Are you being serious right now, dad?” you asked him, voice filled with excitement. To which Chris just shook his head with the brightest smile on his face as the 'yes' answer to your question.

Although you were parked decently far from the restaurant, Chris made it an enjoyable walk in order for you to not focus on how bad your feet hurt in your heels. Whether it was chatting about life, telling jokes, or even just pulling silly faces at each other, he made sure you wouldn't focus on the pain your feet must've been enduring.

You got to the fancy doors before walking into the restaurant and then were quickly led to your seats on the balcony, thanks to your dad’s string-pulling skills. 

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After eating some of the most delicious food you've ever had in your life, and having the best time laughing and chatting with your dad, things eventually had to come to an end.

"Shall we?" Chris asked as he linked arms with you.

"We shall," you responded, heading towards the exit with your dads arms around you.

Before you could leave through those boujee doors, your dad spotted some paparazzi, who were most likely waiting for you guys. He immediately got stressed out and warned you about them since he is well aware of your anxiety revolving around these types of things. 

You both took a deep breath before trying to quickly make your way through the crowds of people. Due to the constant distracting flashes of cameras, you accidentally let go of your dads hand to block your eyes from the brightness. At the loss of contact, both you and your father became incredibly stressed. 

You were able to make it out of the crowd pretty easily by just running to wherever you can quickly find peace. As you started to calm down from the experience, you realized you had absolutely no clue where you were or how you were supposed to get back to your dads car. 

Pulling out your phone and dialing your dads number, you were so relieved to hear him pick up his phone almost immediately. 

“Dad, I'm scared. I don't know where I am, help me please” your anxiety was starting to come back to you. 

“It's ok sweetheart I’ve got your location on my phone and I'm on my way towards you, ok?” He was trying to calm you down but he also seemed very stressed as well. 

“ok please hurry” Chris could hear you doing some breathing techniques you had learned in therapy, which made him very thankful for paying that therapy bill every session.

“You're gonna be okay, just stay on the phone with me please” he said in an attempt to comfort you.

After a few minutes that seemed like hours, he finally pulled up to where you were. Chris sprinted out of his car looking for you, and once he found where you were sitting he ran over and gave you a big hug, accidentally startling you while doing so. 

“It's me, it's me! Calm down, it's just me” he soothed after noticing you jump out of fear before melting into his fatherly embrace. 

“I was so scared Dad! I didn't know what to do so I just ran” you were still very shaken up from the experience but being in your dad’s presence was very helpful towards calming you down. 

“Hey, just look at me. Breathe, it's gonna be okay”

You eventually were able to calm down thanks to the help of your dad, so the two of you made your way back to the safety of his car. 

Although the experience was very scary for you, you couldn't have been more grateful for your dad than you were at this moment. He's truly the best parent you could ask for. 

At this moment, Chris was thinking the exact same thing about you.

#chris evans x daughter!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans daughter #chris evans fluff #x daughter!reader #evans!reader #chris evans #positively holland

[the-queen-and-the-king]

4-Something to say

Summary: Emily has spent the night with Aaron and wake up alone in his bed. He's not that far but has no clue of what's going on in Emily's head.

Characters: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss (+ Jack)

Contents: mostly fluff and a small part of explicit smut (oral sex, f receiving). MINORS DNI/NSFW.

This text is a part of a "What if?" self-challenge named: Seven days only. The pitch is: "What if Aaron discovered all by himself that Emily was sent to France when she was under witness protection and decided to tell her the truth about his feelings for her?" I limited myself to seven texts for this AU in a nutshell. Hope you'll like it. :)

PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.

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When Emily opened her eyes the next morning, she was alone in bed. Tending her ear, she heard the sound of dishes being displaced nearby, and a high-pitched voice seemed to have a conversation with itself. Father and son had breakfast together while waiting for Sleeping Beauty to join them. She smiled, enjoying this family sweetness she'd never really known, her mother leaving home long before her alarm clock went off. Her lover and this kid who adored her were sharing a moment of complicity just a stone's throw away, and the idea that this situation could become her daily routine crossed her mind and warmed her heart.

During the night, she and Aaron had made love twice. Almost immediately after their first reunion, then they had fallen asleep for a handful of hours before getting on a ride again. Enjoyable romps that left them panting and sweaty, but that brought them all the bliss they had expected. Morpheus’ arms had then drawn them in until this moment for her. A hint of excitement rose in her when she saw herself undulating on her partner's hips, but a flash of lightning dispelled this delicious sensation. She thought about her true mission and a vise closed around her chest. Because, yes, she hadn't lied to Jessica: she really did have something to say to the agency director.

Where? When? How? These were her biggest questions. It was already not a trivial subject to broach, and even less so after what she'd learned about him during his stay in France. She'd rehearsed a list of arguments in her head hundreds and hundreds of times but wasn't sure they'd hit the mark. Aaron was a complex person, who quickly became anxious while hiding it behind a mono-expressive face. He hadn't had the easiest of lives, and for the most part he'd faced everything alone, hiding his pain and suffering under an impeccable suit or a facade smile. To top it all off, he had low self-esteem, which didn't help matters. But he was also a being gifted with excessive empathy, overflowing generosity, a tenderness to match his build and a surprising sense of humor that she found hard to resist. It was for all these reasons that she walked on eggshells to make her announcement. The idea of losing everything was crushing her insides.

She sighed and got up. Jack's little head immediately swiveled in her direction. He didn't seem surprised to see her still there, even though she'd never expressed any intention of staying. She met the owner's gaze and realized that he had warned his son of her presence. Delicate attention on his part, saving her the trouble of having to find an excuse when she jumped out of bed. She thanked him in thought, repressing her desire to grace him with a kiss under the cherub's nose. He offered her toast and jam before she was even seated, then praised his aunt's pancakes, not without scratching his sire's in the process. The couple shared an amused expression as they recalled their cooking sessions across the Atlantic, one of which had ended without any clothes, on a floured worktop that had resisted their passionate embrace. Emily diverted her attention from this erotic memory to answer the little boy and accept the glassful of coffee offered by Aaron.

“Are you staying with us today? Jack questioned, crumbs on his cheeks. We’ve got lots of great stuff planned!”

“Uh…”

“Jack, grown-ups often have a lot on their plate, you know, his father reminded him without raising his voice. Emily has just returned from a long trip, so she probably has some paperwork to catch up on.”

Disappointment flashed across the toddler's round face. In any other context, she would have given him a hug right away to comfort him, but at this hour, it was inappropriate. But she found a way around.

“Well, yes, I've got things to do, but I think it can wait until tomorrow.”

“Really?” exclaimed the child, delighted.

On the other side of the table, his father stared at the young woman with sincere confusion. She smiled, confirmed her ambition to stay with them and gasped when Jack abruptly raised his arms in the air, shouting. He repeated countless times how happy he was, waddling in his chair, before Aaron encouraged him to go brush his teeth and get dressed. Once the mini-Hotchner was out of sight, the giant copy moved on to the interrogation. She understood his circumspection, but cut short his desire to know more by counter-attacking:

“Don’t you want to spend more time with me?”

He hesitated to answer, puzzled by what she was hiding, but his desire for her won the day. She had something to tell him, but now wasn't the time. Aaron leaned over to kiss her, and she did the same, when a thunderous call from the bedroom stopped them dead in their tracks.

“What?” replied his father, maintaining his position.

“Can’t find my second sock!”

The federal agent rolled his eyes and Emily's smile widened. Vanquished, the titan joined the bottom-drawer explorer, leaving his guest alone. The latter couldn't help noticing that a human's vocal power was in no way proportional to their size.

The first activity, which occupied the whole morning and early afternoon, was a visit to a local museum where a temporary exhibition on dinosaurs had been on display for a week. Aaron quickly explained that his son had insisted on going with him and no one else. And Emily regretted for a moment that he'd granted her the favor of coming too. The building was overrun by hordes of miniature humans, who put their dirty hands everywhere, ran around and let out shrill cries for no apparent reason. Suddenly, she understood better why her companion wasn't rushing off to go on school outings. As they had to squeeze to access a display unit, he took the opportunity to whisper an apology in her ear. She reassured him by discreetly slipping a hand under his polo shirt. She only had time to feel his skin burning under her fingers before Jack turned his gaze towards them. Never has she so quickly reclaimed her property.

The boy noticed nothing and led them from one end of the theropod hall to the other, following a totally random route and returning several times to the spots he liked best. He completed his playbook with astonishing diligence, listening attentively to the words of his ascendant, whose main role had been limited to reading the signs. Emily had been asked to carry his backpack, and she regularly lost herself in the contemplation of this pair that terrible circumstances had brought together. Aaron, so untactful with the members of his team, would easily take Jack in his arms, to talk to him, and would often place kisses on his forehead when he was doing something right. She also discovered him more relaxed, more smiling, more able to ignore the lack of discipline and rigor of those studious, but oh so messy, hours. He certainly wouldn't have allowed such a mess on an investigation, even though he could sometimes be very lax with his men on certain points. And she was happy to witness it, notwithstanding the fact that she would have liked to be more a part of their little universe.

They had lunch in town, not far from their next destination, in a restaurant where most of the customers were adults. Emily almost thought she heard her eardrums say, "thank you". Aaron and Jack sat down side by side so that the former could help the latter carve his meat. She chose to sit opposite the older of the two. On the one hand, to avoid the little boy's inopportune kicks – he swung his legs all the more energetically as he enjoyed his meal – and, on the other, to renew some contact with her lover, taking advantage of the fact that the table concealed her gestures from the youngster's inquisitive gaze. The former prosecutor stiffened over his offspring's plate when he felt his neighbor's toes slip between his sock and jeans. She smiled mischievously and he let her, resuming his task as his descendant pointed out that he hadn't finished. They spent an hour with their legs intertwined, staring at each other, and pretending to listen to Jack's chirping. No doubt if someone else had been with them to keep an eye on the little one, they'd have snuck off to the bathroom to frantically merge. But it was just the two of them, so they gave up on this very pleasant project.

They then moved on to the kindergarten next door, where the youngster was spoilt for choice. Once again, the place was crowded with children galloping around, gesticulating energetically, and talking far too loudly. However, if she wanted to take things further with Aaron, she'd have to get used to this kind of noisy, hectic activity. If she wanted to keep the man, she had to take the son with him. He climbed the slide in every possible direction before setting his sights on the swings, the turnstile, and the rock-climbing wall. Then, from the cabin of the grounded boat, he spotted a nearby merry-go-round and demanded to be taken there. And the adult duo obeyed, both enjoying the look of happiness on the toddler's face. The young woman lost her smile, however, when the giant said:

“Could you look after him for a moment? Just long enough for me to get him an ice cream,” he explained.

Panic seized her.

“What… am I supposed to do?” she asked, suddenly terrified.

“Not so much. You stand in line with him, pay for his seat, then walk him to wherever he wants and help him climb on. Except if he can do it alone. And you tie him up before coming down.”

He'd told her this in a bantering tone, as if it were an ordinary activity for everyone. Yet she saw every moment when she could fail. But she also remembered who had just said those words and realized that he had surely imagined all these pitfalls a hundredfold before she did. In fact, if he spoke to her about it with such simplicity, it was proof that it was not that hard. He smiled and brushed her forearm to reassure her. Her heart leapt in her chest, but fear had nothing to do with it. He then turned to Jack to warn him of his momentary disappearance and left them as planned. The ice-cream seller was nowhere in sight from where they stood, and Emily soon felt helpless. Except that a small hand slipped into hers and big brown eyes met hers. A benevolent smile stretched from ear to ear on the boy’s face, bringing her a surprising sense of peace. And to think Aaron doubted his kinship with him…

They then did everything the agency manager had said, and the carousel set off again, taking its passengers on an enchanted ride for a few minutes. A palm suddenly came to rest on the small of her back and she flinched.

“Everything’s fine?” asked Aaron, standing next to her.

“… Yes, she said, hoping he didn't see the vein in her neck throbbing vigorously. You… Weren’t you supposed to buy an ice cream?”

His hands were empty.

“Yes, but he’s overworked. He took my order, so we'll pick them up when Jack finishes his turn.”

“Them?”

“Yes. One for him, one for me, and one for you.”

A wave of heat swept over her ribcage.

“But… I didn’t tell you what I want.”

“I took the initiative. I only hope I didn’t make a mistake.”

Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, which didn't get any better when his fingers brushed hers. She reflexively unfurled them before remembering that there were people around them. She struggled to get a reply out.

“I… I can’t wait.”

As if afraid of embarrassing her further, he stopped staring at her and turned to the merry-go-round.

“Where is he?”

“On the dragon,” she revealed, relieved by this decision.

A little more and she wasn’t sure to control herself anymore.

“Ah, yes, he likes that one a lot.”

Jack passed by just then, and the two profilers greeted him in unison.

“Excuse-me for all this, he said, serious again. It may be a little bit too much for you.”

“It's true that there were a lot fewer children in my house, she quipped, trying to defuse the situation. But don’t worry, I’ll get over it.”

“Are you sure? I… I understand if you need to isolate yourself for a few moments.”

“Everything is fine, Aaron. Besides, if I'm going to build something with you, I might as well get used to it right away.”

He watched her for a long time without saying a word. She saw a whole range of emotions pass through his eyes, from confusion to admiration, passing through surprise, and ending with a feeling powerful enough to bring tears to his eyes.

“You want to kiss me,” she guessed, a little provocatively.

“You too,” he reacted, regaining his composure.

He had hit the bull’s-eye. Like always. Yes, she wanted to taste his lips like never before, but that was impossible with Jack around. The father discreetly suggested an alternative and she gave in, banking on the fact that the security barrier would hide their entwined phalanges.

After eating their ice cream – the flavor Aaron had chosen for her was perfect – they took the little boy to other attractions before it was time to go home. As if he'd read her mind, her lover suggested to dine on pizzas ordered in the neighborhood, so as to shorten the meal and move more quickly on to the next thing. In his pajamas, teeth brushed, Jack snuggles up to his father's chest to watch his movie. Emily leered several times in their direction, somewhat jealous that she couldn't do the same. He emanated a gentle warmth from his chest that made her forget all her anxieties, and she had caught herself dozing several times at his touch when they were there, in their den. A soothing effect which, combined with all the energy expended by the kid during the day, took him to dreamland even before the half-hour mark of the cartoon had passed.

With the child in his bed, the couple returned to theirs. She still had something to say to Aaron, but felt she'd waited too long for this moment to risk it running away. Mouth to mouth, they frantically undressed, every inch of uncovered skin amplifying their excitement. He tossed her bra away and his lips left hers to roam down her neck, surfing her sternum before attacking one of her breasts. He engulfed her nipple while she caressed his shoulders, neck, and upper back. He still had the scars of the previous day's scratches, which she was proud of because it meant that her nails had grown long enough to allow her this kind of exaction. Thanks to him and the confidence he instilled in her.

Nevertheless, it was another sensation that gripped her as he ventured onto her belly, navel, and the edge of her panties. Gently, he slid it down to her toes and throw it behind him without paying attention. He was now focused on what it was protecting, and Emily flinched when his mouth landed on her brown fleece. Once, twice, then the tip of his tongue grazed her clit. She vibrated with a jolt of satisfaction. He then left her pubic area to kiss her intimate lips. They naturally moved aside to give way to the right thing, but Aaron denied them what they were hoping for, offering them the agility of a completely different appendage. With surgical precision, he strode over the contours of these erogenous zones, touching, licking, and sucking everything he could.

Overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure ravaging her body and mind, Emily grabbed the nearest pillow and placed it against her face to muffle her orgasmic wails and fevered exclamations. The two rooms adjoined each other, and the walls weren't thick enough. She didn't want to wake Jack, just as she didn't want Aaron to stop. It was way too good! In France, she gave free rein to her vocals. Here, she had no option but to scream into this mass of cotton and feathers.

Her open legs now vibrated with every lick. The little fireplace that had been crackling inside her all day was now a blazing inferno that was destroying the walls that were supposed to hold it back. One of them fell, sending a shockwave through her entire torso. It was the beginning of the end. A second one collapsed and she whimpered without discretion. A third and a fourth followed, accompanied by uncontrolled moans from her. Then, one by one, all the others collapsed at an exponential rate, and she pronounced her lover's name with each impact. Until the last one, which silenced her, trembling from head to toe.

“Come inside me,” she ordered Aaron as he reappeared in her field of vision.

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow as he caught a glimpse of his companion's shuddering ecstasy.

Her mind may have been clouded by the endorphins coursing through her veins, but she could clearly feel his erection along her thigh.

“Yes, she assured him in a breath. Please.”

He kissed her then inserted himself inside her, pushing back the walls of her mucous membranes swollen by the orgasm she'd just experienced. It only took a few back-and-forth movements to relieve himself inside her, and a second salvo of pleasure hormones pleasantly greeted her. She held him against her as long as she could, then allowed him to withdraw, even though it twisted her insides. Their shoulders were touching, but she felt he was too far away. It was when they merged that she finally felt whole. But Nature had seen to it that this was only temporary, surely to encourage them to do it again and again. Until…

“Aaron, there's something I have to tell you,” she stammered, her voice croaking more than she would have liked.

“So you actually had something to tell me,” he retorted, amused.

“Aaron, this isn't easy, so please try not to interrupt.”

“… Okay. Go on.”

She took a deep breath, exhaled deeply, replayed her entire presentation in her head and jumped in.

“I… I’m pregnant.”

He widened his eyes, smiled, and gave a brief laugh.

“You can't know that quickly, it's impossible,” he declared doubtfully.

“It's not from today or anything we did yesterday, silly. I… I’m three-month-old pregnant.”

She saw him turn pale, and his eyebrows furrowed as he understood the origin of the situation.

“I’m sorry, she went on, sincerely. I… With your arrival, I… I forgot to take my pill and… I didn't take it again right after you left.”

“No, no, do… don’t apologize. I… I’m the one who should have taken precautions.”

“How? By packing lots of boxes of condoms in your suitcase? I remind you that you didn't even know what you were going to say yet.”

At least, that's what he'd told her when she'd asked him if he'd really planned to kiss her on the spot the way he had. The truth was, he'd improvised when his brain deserted the battlefield when he saw her appear.

“We could have bought some,” he argued seriously.

“It's true, but we didn't and... the result is there.”

He bit his lip and stopped looking at her, staring at the ceiling instead. She realized he was withdrawing into himself and grabbed his shoulder to force him to listen.

“Aaron, I know you never wanted to have children because of the context in which you grew up...”

Between a flighty, manipulative, and sometimes violent father, and a passive, submissive mother who had always preferred her husband and second son to him, he felt he didn't have the keys in hand to start a family.

“… But I've seen how you act with Jack all day and I've seen how he looks at you. He loves you, he adores you, he worships you.”

“I’m never there for him.”

“Yet he has total confidence in you, which he would never have if you were as bad a father as you think.”

He didn't answer, continuing his observation of the ceiling. She noticed the way his eyes sparkled and the tears that stagnated at the edge of his eyelids. He was touched by her words, but probably didn't know what to do with them. He turned his head towards her and, in a quivering voice and still without meeting her gaze, questioned:

“What are you going to do?”

“Well, to be honest, I never thought I'd be a mother. Between my unconvincing childhood and all the disadvantages of our profession, I... I'd made up my mind that it obviously wasn't for me.”

Not to mention her lack of ease with kids, her natural impatience, and her independent spirit that craves freedom.

“But... when I understood what was happening to me and realized what it meant, I told myself it was exactly what I wanted.”

“What?”

“Aaron, I don’t want children, I want your children. I don't just want to be a mother, I want to be the mother of the children I would have made with you, and you alone. I want to carry, give birth to, and raise children who will have half your DNA.”

He now stared at her like an animal caught in the headlights of a car at night. He couldn't have been more flabbergasted if she'd slapped him. Instead, she stroked his cheek to bring him back into the real world.

“I don't want to be just a booty call, Aaron. I want to build my whole life with you. Do you get that?”

He nodded and a shy smile stretched his lips again. He placed his hand on hers and moved it between them to intertwine his fingers with hers.

“I know this is hard news to take in, but I'm sure you'll be a perfect father to them.”

As she'd expected, he flinched, surely thinking that his hearing had failed.

“Them?”

She smiled and turned to retrieve the ultrasound scan she had hidden in the nightstand drawer in anticipation of this moment. Then she resumed her seat and handed him the picture. The two clear circles, facing each other, were clearly visible and left no room for misinterpretation. Mouth ajar, he scanned the image without saying a word. Since she didn't know whether he was simply stunned – which she would obviously have understood – or distraught, frightened or dismayed, she added:

“And they're not the same age. They’re three days apart.”

“Hyper-fertility,” he said, coming back to himself.

“What?” she croaked, caught off guard.

“It's a rare phenomenon that causes a second ovulation two or three days after the first and can result in a heterozygous twin pregnancy with fetuses of different ages.”

The abundance of technical terms reminded her of the youngest member of the team, who regularly spouted off his knowledge without any prompting from them. As far as Aaron was concerned, she equated this sudden logorrhea with a way of moderating his anxiety. However, since this corresponded to what the gynecologist had explained to her, she retorted instead:

“How do you know that?”

“I saw a documentary on twins one night when I couldn't sleep. Very interesting by the way.”

Emily's mouth widened again as she heard him speak like this. He was relaxing. The idea made its way through the convolutions in his brain and, little by little, he accepted all that this black-and-white snapshot implied. He was completing the same mental journey she had taken two months earlier, and without having to worry, as she had, about the possibility of participating in this solo adventure. His brown irises once again observed these unlikely shapes and he burst out laughing. A more unusual event than the double ovulation that turned their lives upside down. Indeed, until he came to declare his love for her in France, she had never heard him laugh. Smiling, blowing through the nose, yes; but laughing, no. And just as on that day, a gentle warmth enveloped her as it rang in her ears. It was such beautiful music, made all the more magical by the fact that it was reserved for just a few initiates. Including her. And she hoped, their children soon.

She smiled with such force that her cheeks ached, and a tear rolled down her chin. Her neighbor's mirth subsided immediately, and, with his thumb, he chased away the next pearl that had begun its journey. Then he brought his face close to hers, until their foreheads touched, and said:

“I love you, Emily.”

“I love you too, Aaron.”

And they kissed for a long time, tenderly and serenely.

___

And here we go! /o/

For those who don't know me yet, I've got a thing for twins. It's a phenomenon that fascinates me a lot. So, everytime I can, I add twins to my works. XD

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#hotchniss #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #emily prentiss #criminal minds fanfiction #hotchniss fanfiction #smut #seven days only #fluff #jack hotchner

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Laws of Attraction ep 1

Oh gosh! Chan's so evil. I love him!

Ok, so there's something about Chan's upbringing and his parents that's a raw spot for him...

(Film and Nanon could play brothers. Evil brothers. That would be interesting).

Is this the guy from Chains of Heart? His laughter is familiar.

Chan looks shocked at the gun but I'd be surprised if this is the first time he's been shot at.

What in the world is this drop kick!?! Oh please! And the music for this 'meet cute' 😂

Poor Ton Khaw...surely it's the adults fault. They should know better, don't discipline the child.

Look, I know she's going to die, that she has to for the story, but dammit if it's making me angry already.

That car should have seen her. I thought it would be like she would step out into the road and be hit but that car drove behind her a good distance then ploughed her down. What the...?

Ooof. Ok, that got me. She was basically Tinn's daughter.

Wow, it's so dramatic. 😂 The music. The zoom ins. The expressions!

But also, yes! Bring down the rich politicians! (How does Tanthai have no remorse?! No guilt?!)

And t-shirts with slogans my beloved! "underground people" for the 'underdog'.

Please! Now Tinn's saved Chan twice...and we all know things come in threes...so will Tinn save Chan again? Save him from his evil life? Save him from the pain of his parents/upbringing that's fuelled the evil in his heart?

How can Chan say that smiling after all their flirting (telling Tinn he's the politician's lawyer).

TIDDIES! (@callipigio knows what I mean)

Oh. Is there a story in that flash...back?...flash...forward?...in the woods? That's Chan blindfolded, so is he being forced into evildom? And is it literal or metaphorical? Or is this some punishment for going against the rich baddies later?

Elephant pants my beloved!

Oh I love her. What a great way to get rid of people...and who knows, it being Thailand, they might just get sick from being wet!

Oh these two (Film/Jam) are so good! This show is so GOOD!

Hmm, I wonder of there's more to this accident than meets the eye... Was Tanthai actually driving? Was he fleeing something bigger? Is it to do with something shady his father is doing? The mystery is delicious.

Ugh the way the music keeps quickly fading out.

And what are these ties Chan's wearing! 🙈

Oh yes, you be scared. Our evil babygirl is gonna bring your ass down......but first he's gonna get beat up. Maybe deserved though.

Oh but Tinn didn't deserve that. And why is Chan there? Did Chan instigate that fight so that he could take Tinn home? Chan's going to use him as a pawn to get back at the politician, right?

Throwing the shirt to the camera?! I LOVE IT!

Okay. I'm HOOKED. It's so dramatic but juuuust on the edge before over the top. And I don't even mind the subs being odd. He's an auntie to his nephew? Yep, I'll buy it because the double mis-gendering cancels each other out, like a double-negative. And I can extrapolate most other weird translations. And I just love this evil babygirl who does everything wrong but can also do no wrong (Chan). And of course he's going to take down the even badder guys and gain a conscience in the process (and a hot boyfie). I love it. I really do.

#laws of attraction #I may be late to watch it #but it was absolutely worth the wait! #I may or may not live blog future eps #but I fel like I needed an outlet for my thoughts for this one #because there was just. so. much going on #ok now I need to dive into the tag and see what y'all thought too

[rattusn0rvegicus]

I think we get a lot of things wrong about food on both "sides" of the debate (and I'm not sourcing any of this bc it's all off the top of my head and you can just Google it and I'm not a journalist), like:

You WANT to have fruits and vegetables. They are jam packed with essential nutrients and will genuinely make you feel better.

You also WANT to have carbs and fats and sugars and salt. Most sugars you need, you'll get naturally, but my GOD don't use Water instead of Oil or refuse to eat avocado solely because you're scared of fat. (Barring specific allergies ofc but that goes without saying)

It is genuinely not bad for you to be a little overweight. It's actually a protective factor when you're old to have a little cushion from falls, extra energy, etc.

It is more dangerous to be severely underweight than severely obese. Both of these come with their own risks and health issues but my god please don't fall into the pro-ana trap of thinking underweight = good.

There is nothing morally wrong with being underweight, overweight, obese, or average weight. Fuck anyone who says otherwise.

BMI is a (flawed) tool to measure POPULATIONS, not INDIVIDUALS. As such it's not your BMI that matters but rather how YOU'RE feeling at your weight, how your health is, how your mobility is, etc.

You CAN manage symptoms of your illnesses with your diet. For most folks, this means eating a diet rich in fruits, vegetables, mushrooms, oils, nuts, eggs, legumes, fish and white meat and occasionally lean red meat, whole grains, etc etc. It's unlikely to Cure Your Depression Or Your Joint Pain Or Whatever, but it will HELP.

It's okay to eat ultra-processed foods sometimes, but they should not be the bulk of your diet if you're looking to be healthy.

Conversely, if you're having a day where the only thing you can stomach is an ultra-processed food, it is better than STARVING. Anything is better than starving.

Fad diets are just that, fads. Most of diet culture is a sham and it's generally better to listen to your body, not overeat all the time, get exercise and proper nutrition, and above all ENJOY food, rather than religiously count calories and eat exclusively Weight Watchers or whatever.

Food deserts and food swamps are a thing. Most people don't live in them, but inaccessibility of unprocessed food is a major problem in the US and a few other countries, and we should be working on solutions to make nutritious foods more accessible to everyone, including poor folks living in food deserts. Yes we shouldn't be shaming individuals who are in this situation, but the answer isn't "just deal with it", nutritious food is IMPORTANT and it's a human right.

Pretending like it's totally fine for people to be forced to eat ultra-processed food that is linked to higher rates of physical and mental illness is disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself.

There are ways to prepare vegetables that make them actually taste good, and I don't just mean "hiding them and pretending they're not there" - though if that's all that works for you, go for it by all means. Most white Americans see vegetables as an unfortunate side dish you have to force down your throat. They can be delicious. Hell, they can be the main item. Look to other cultures other than "suburban white America", for examples, lol.

Barring severe allergies and such, cutting foods out of your diet is not a good thing. If a doctor tells you to "not eat any vegetables" you should probably seek a second opinion.

The "salt lick test" is NOT a scientifically valid test. Of course salt tastes good to you. It's fucking salt.

#food #disordered eating cw #Sorry I just needed to rant lmao #somewhat US centric but i am in the US lol

[sitp-recs]

Hidden Gems by @fw00shy

I’ll never stop screaming about the masterpiece that is Phoenix in the Fire - not on this list but one of my top five favourite short fics ever - but when it comes to Fwoosh, suddenly I can’t find the words to covey the way her writing cuts me raw and deep. She’s hands down one of the most talented, daring and resourceful writers I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been around for a very long time. A master of short form, her unique and bold style steal my attention right away, her sharp dialogue and unbeatable world building make me sit straighter and forget whatever’s going on around me, her impeccable prose with perfectly chosen and well-placed words takes my breath away, her tender angst makes my heart break for pining Harry, her deliciously explicit, self-indulgent smut make me sweat like a whore in the church 🥵

As if that wasn’t enough, fwooshy’s range is really impressive and she always manages to deliver a long-lasting blow with any genre, any rating and any length, but especially under 3k. Her creative mind, vibrant characters and powerful writing deserve way more recognition and that’s why everyone should go check her catalogue right now. I’ll help you out and share a short selection of goodies below - I could have chosen any 10 fics at random but I wanted to include a little bit of everything, even tropes that aren’t really my jam (hello MCD!)…. unless they’re written by her, lol 🤡 this is actually my second reclist for Fwooshy so I tried to diversify a bit, you can find the previous one here. Happy Monday with these delicious short treats!

Drarry:

Silence on the Seventh Floor (T, 970 words) - such a creative and heartbreaking drabble, love this pain-in-the-ass ghost!Draco and smitten Harry, my heart ached so much for them. Cw MCD

Draco haunted the seventh-floor corridor of Hogwarts. A Third Year found him up there one night, knocking the frames together as though trying to shake something out of them. She reported it straight to Headmaster Potter, who passed her a Cockroach Cluster and sent her off to bed with a promise to handle it.

Basement Level 9 (M, 2k) - poignant and disturbing short story with dark!Draco and a resigned Harry who loves him, plus excellent dialogue and a brilliant Ron puzzling the pieces together, ugh so good 😔🤌🏼

Draco was behind the bomb that blew up Level 10, though they didn't talk about it.

You Either Fuck or You Get Fucked (E, 2k) - the ultimate enemies to lovers PWP with scorching hate sex, crude dirty talk and top notch banter, sharp and witty! I’m obsessed with this confident Harry and their sexy push and pull, thought I’d combust on site 🔥

"That's not how fucking works. Fucking's…" Draco waved a hand in the air. "You either fuck or you get fucked." "Sure," Harry said. He took out a Sickle. "Toss for it?" Read my rec here.

10:47 am (T, 2.3k) - this series of short yet immersive slice-of-life vignettes are wonderfully original with vibrant multiple POV and such distinct character voices. One of the fics that best showcase Fwoosh’s genius writing

Scenes of lives lived out in front of an open balcony window.

Big Hands (E, 4.5k) - Victorian AU with pianist rivals, yes please!!!! Incredible world building, delightful and on point humour, unbelievable ust, that basic hand kink we all deserve AND a piano sex scene as a treat, this is rich and sexy and the atmosphere is irresistible

Draco Malfoy is a pianist who's just moved to Paris. Harry Potter, his new roommate, has the biggest hands he's ever seen. Draco is immediately obsessed. Read my rec here.

in a rambling way (T, 7.5k) - probably the softest Fwoosh fic I’ve read so far, a gorgeous and wistful break up make up with lots of pining Harry, camping shenanigans and peak road trip romance. A must read!

Ron knocked Hermione up, and now Harry's got to figure out how to clone himself so that his friends don't split up fighting over him. Falling for Draco again was never part of the plan.

Rare pairs:

In the Mood (E, 367 words) - the hottest 367 words you’ll read today, delicious established Dron feat. rough sex and feral possessive Ron hoho me gusta!

“I saw you with Harry today," Ron says. "In the Ministry cafeteria."

Money (M, 1k) - my favorite Ginsy treat out there, hot af and with an impressive amount of character and story for a short fic. Superb Pansy + superb Ginny POV, I want them both to ruin me (and then each other) pls and thank

Pansy looks like money. Ginny's letting her call the shots.

Laundry Day (E, 1.8k) - I’ve been in a Ginny/Hermione phase lately and this neighbours AU PWP is s total banger! Laundry room snogging, confident buff Gin and shy horny Hermione, excellent dynamics and really hot smut

Hermione was afraid of Ginny, because Ginny made her wet.

They Bought A Sports Bar (T, 2.2k) - another compelling femslash because yes, Fwoosh can write pretty much any ship. A fascinating take on Cho and amazing dialogue, love her subtle dynamics with this patient Ginny, and the idea of a sports bar is brilliant!

Ginny buys a sports bar (run-down biker pub, really) and ropes Cho into helping out. They're just business partners, so why does everyone else think they're more?

#hidden gems s2

[disenchanted-youth]

Strawberry Syrup

The alley was filled with the putrid stench of rotting food and waste from the surrounding restaurants, mixed with the acrid odor of old urine and decaying rodents. Far from the overflowing garbage bins, Phayu leaned on the wall, taking in the sight of the bustling city.

He paused and closed his eyes, contemplating the idea of taking up smoking now that he’s in his thirties and stuck in an office room. This would definitely play into the stereotype of who Phayu was supposed to be, but opinions on that may vary according to preferences. 

Just as Phayu was about to walk back out into the thick crowd, a sudden shout caught his attention. The darkening alley made it difficult to see, but he squinted, trying to find the source of the frustrated yelling, followed by the metallic clang and whimpers of pain. The whimpers piqued Phayu's interest, and he increased his pace to see who was making them. As he walked further down the alley, the garbage and debris cleared, allowing him to breathe easier.  

“Oh great, I’m about to die.” A sweet voice said loudly, sounding so defeated that Phayu couldn't stop his chuckles. “Is this funny? Phi, listen. I do not have any money with me.”

The streetlight illuminated Phayu's back, casting his face into shadow as he walked down the thin path, only just realizing that he may have scared the kid. “Oh, sorry. I thought you needed help. I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Wait, seriously?!” The kid’s voice immediately perked up, and both of them moved closer.

To say Phayu got struck by cupid’s arrow would be a gross understatement. The dim light barely reached the boy's face, but it couldn't hide the glow of happiness shining from within. His pastel pink hair looked soft, like the cotton candy he and his brother used to fight for as children. His eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky. Phayu was overcome with the sudden desire to witness tears brimming in the stranger's beautiful eyes, half-closed with pleasure beneath him. 

Phayu couldn't help but smirk when the pretty boy whispered "handsome" under his breath, staring up at him. 

His gaze fixated on the boy’s pout. He couldn't help but be drawn to the plump and glossy lips, wondering if it tasted as sweet as it looked, like a juicy strawberry. His clothes were hidden behind an apron, with specks of flour sprinkled on it. Phayu could see a dark pink substance drenching the boy, giving off the delicious scent of strawberries.  

“As you can see, I’m in a jam.” Phayu huffed at his joke, but apparently the kid wasn't joking as he glared at him. “Mister rude man. I need to get back into my shop, but I got myself locked out.”

“You can just walk through the front?” Phayu asked, because that seemed like the most obvious solution to the kid’s dilemma. As soon as the words left his mouth, the boy's body language shifted, and he strode forward, finger pointing sharply in accusation.

“Well, you are in a suit. Would you walk into your office, surrounded by clients looking like you took a bath in a cake mix?” Phayu wanted to say that is a very improbable situation, but as he thought about that happening, he physically shuddered. The kid smiled, looking smug. “Exactly! How would my customers react if they saw the man making their pastries walk into the shop looking like a hundred health code violations?!”

“Alright, I got your point. Do you want me to go in and ask someone to open it from the inside?”

“Yes, thank you! It’s the one called RainForest.” The kid smiled brightly and suddenly Phayu forgot how to breathe. “Phi! Chop chop! I’m very busy.”

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#love in the air #phayurain #bossnoeul #I'm back with another one #probably the filthiest fic i've written #they don't meet until they're much older and they do stuff with strawberry syrup #i don't think I'll look at strawberry preserve the same way anymore #this was supposed to be my contribution to cute fluffy cafe aus to this fandom #instead I ended up writing smut #anyway thought i'll share it here in case anyone wants to read this

[tabletennis20]

(NSFW) Size Difference, Dominant Godrick/Tarnished (2/2)

godrick continues to lack table manners.

@tarnussy

The Tarnished could only squirm and choke back noises as Godrick’s many fingers assailed their body, groping and caressing their skin. The sensation of a variety of touches was overwhelming, some worn from rough work and others almost soft and unblemished in comparison to the rest of him. It would be difficult to not imagine a group of people were descending upon them if not for Godrick’s possessive mouth.

“Mine,” he snarled simply before biting at the join between the Tarnished’s neck and collar. His teeth broke skin instantly, and his tongue swiped across the shallow wounds before he pulled back, looking pleased with himself. “There,” he said. “Marked with my affection.”

The bite stung in the cool air, and the Tarnished panted softly. Their arousal kept them tense, and they yanked one of Godrick’s hands to their genitals to get some relief from the mounting pressure.

“Mmm, thou’rt right,” Godrick said, rubbing his consort enthusiastically. “We ought to skip to the good bit.” He slid his fingers out, spreading the Tarnished’s ass wide as he gripped himself, nudging his tip against their resisting entrance. “Yield for thine lord,” he urged, voice trembling with drunken anticipation.

“O-oil!” they yelped. Surely he brought some alongside his intentions. It would be slow and painful otherwise.

Godrick looked as though he wished to simply have his way, but he muttered his frustrations and blindly searched beside the throne for a moment before producing a large pot of olive oil. He haphazardly coated his lengths as his hands shook. “Thou’rt satisfied?” he asked, not bothering to hide his irritation.

“Yes,” the Tarnished replied. They rewarded him with a coy look. “I know you ache. Let my body ease your suffering, Lord Godrick.”

A slick cock jammed its way into them, forcing past any resistance, and knocked the air out of their lungs. “Ah, yes!” Godrick cried, nearly sobbing, not waiting a second before rocking his hips. Unsatisfied, he gripped the Tarnished as one would a toy, bouncing them on his lap with ease. “There!” he exclaimed, throwing his head back as the Tarnished’s twinging hole squeezed his cock in a particularly favorable way. “Oh, aye, right on the head!”

The Tarnished watched Godrick with bleary eyes, unable to focus on anything but the harsh stretch of him. When his cock left them without reaching its release, the Tarnished groaned inwardly, realizing the demigod’s lusts would not be easily sated. As expected, the full feeling returned in a moment as Godrick pushed his other cock inside, fresh noises tumbling from his mouth as though their coupling had just begun. The pain had subsided into pleasure, and delicious warmth slowly radiated throughout the Tarnished’s body as Godrick pounded their insides. They flushed as their hole pushed out wet noises around his cock, unable to hide how thoroughly he was fucking them.

A level of desperation came over Godrick as he continued to switch which cock he rammed into the Tarnished. They knew what he was going to do before he did. His golden stare caught theirs, wild with frustration before he suddenly beamed upon having his realization. He lifted the Tarnished off his cock, their hole only left alone for a moment before he pressed both of him to their entrance. “G-Godrick—,” they started, wondering if he could be persuaded in a different direction as he began to truly push against their gaping hole. They wiggled for a moment to try and escape the sharp pain before giving up and gritting their teeth together to brace themselves. The gentle touch of Godrick petting their skull was barely noticeable next to the unrelenting jerking of his hips as he forced himself in by the inch.

“Still thyself,” Godrick crooned, roughly spreading the Tarnished further apart. “Thou has’t only taken me to the heads.”

“Only?” they managed, insulted. “Y…ah…you complain thrice as much taking an average length.”

Godrick had the decency to look embarrassed, scowling as the Tarnished gave him a smug look. Having nothing to say in response, he squeezed their neck enough to discourage their yapping. “Silence from thee. Thou’rt lucky thine honeyed words charmed thine lord into being wed to thee.”

Shuddering, the Tarnished nodded the best they could, crying out as Godrick worked them viciously on his cocks. Each plunge he made into them gradually became easier until finally their ass hit his balls. His relieved groan resonated in their head, their own pleasure building rapidly in the absence of raw pain.

When the Tarnished finally looked up at Godrick’s face, they could not contain an amused snort from between their breathless gasps. Their lord’s head was tossed back in bliss, his eyes closed and mouth hanging open as he panted helplessly. Already, the cocks crammed into them twitched dangerously. “Are you close, Lord Godrick?” they asked, starting to slowly thrust their hips as their body stretched to accommodate the massive intrusions. The pain had turned to pleasure surprising quickly, the oil and Godrick’s precum easing the way.

A long, drawn-out moan was the only answer they got at first, the demigod’s whole body twitching through waves of pleasure. “Yes,” he gasped, overwhelmed by the hot vice around his lengths. “Thine tight heat matches the radiance of the Order itself,” he said reverently, drunk off both wine and lust. “Taking both of thine lord’s aching cocks to the hilt.”

The Tarnished’s heart hammered loudly in their ears as Godrick began to rock his hips, the sheer pressure of his cockheads pressing much deeper than they were supposed to causing flecks to dance in their vision. With each push forward, the Tarnished felt as though he would pierce their body entirely, ending them in a bizarre fashion, and each pull back out tugged their loose walls with him, ruining them from within. It truly was excruciating pleasure, and between the overwhelming sensation of Godrick hollowing them out and his thick arousal creating an unsightly bulge in their gut, their peak drew rapidly nearer.

Talking proved an impossibility as Godrick sped up his thrusts, effectively keeping them breathless. They could only cry out at an increasingly higher pitch as Godrick fucked them towards orgasm. Boneless in his hand, they craned their neck to gaze up at him and watched his slack-jawed expression. His mind seemed to be gone, drunkenly pursuing bliss.

The Tarnished’s climax hit all at once, their walls fluttering weakly around Godrick as their cum landed in drops on his skin. Breathless, they could only wheeze as Godrick doubled his efforts. His eager thrusts lifted his hips to the point where he was no longer sitting on his throne and his balls slapped against the Tarnished’s skin.

He was truly sweating now, desperately trying to push himself over the edge. Only a few moments passed before Godrick’s breath hitched and his whole body tensed, bruising the Tarnished’s skin beneath his grip. The moan that ripped its way out of Godrick’s chest bordered on a scream, his hands desperately clutching onto the Tarnished as if they could anchor him. His cocks jerked within them before filling them with enough of his warm seed to round their stomach out slightly.

“Oh, yes,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he rode out the last of his high. “Thou serve me so well, my consort. Taking all of me to the base. Such a wonderful harlot.”

A tired laugh came from the Tarnished, and they leaned against Godrick as they shifted just enough to let his softening cocks slide out. Cum ran between their legs as it poured out, staining Godrick’s robes and dripping onto the throne. An arm wrapped around them, tugging them tighter to Godrick’s chest, and they settled into his form.

“Do you have any more of that wine?” they asked after a quiet moment, idly playing with the patchy hair on his grafted chest. Surprisingly, there was no response, and they were about to ask again before they heard a low snore.

Ah. They would ask again in a couple hours.

#godrick x tarnished nsft #godrick x tarnished #elden ring nsft #godrick the grafted

[couldntbedamned]

Not too particular, not too precise

Written for SmutHub's Summer Camp '23.

Square: Choose Your Vibe (Two Burger Fans Enjoying a Great Burger) ______

"This isn't possible."

Tony put the burger down and closed his eyes as if in prayer.

"Oh, it's not only possible, it's happening."

He cracked an eye open. The self-assured grin hadn't left her face.

I promise you, this will be the greatest burger you ever taste in your life.

He looked from his hands - now messy with aioli, juice from the tomatoes, greasy goodness from the beef patties, bacon jam, and the barely runny yolk of a fried egg - to Sharon and, painful as it was, nodded.

"This is the greatest burger I've ever tasted in my entire life," he conceded.

"Right?!" She enthused with a sip of her beer as if in toast. "I told you! When it comes to burgers, my expertise is unmatched."

She happily started to eat her own, nodding a thank you to the waiter who brought a bottle of ketchup to the table and a chocolate shake without being asked. Clearly, she was a regular here.

"You know, you're a lot less smug about this than I would be," he said after he finished taking another giant bite of the monstrosity on his plate.

"Why would I gate-keep to a fellow burger aficionado?" She took a bite of her own. "Anyone else, yes. You? Absolutely not."

"I almost hate you," he said after swallowing. "This is obscene."

"But so, so delicious!"

"I cannot believe I have been out-burgered."

Sharon grinned. "Maybe you'll have the best taste in pizza?"

"You're on!"

He'd win the pizza war for sure. But in the meantime he'd order another Lucky 13.

_______

#couldntbedamned edits #couldntbedamned writes #smuthubsummercamp23 #tony stark x sharon carter #iron 13 #tony stark #sharon carter #two burger lovers #because why the hell not? #iron thirteen

[lellsonajourney]

8th december 2022

day 8: rest day <3

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

breakfast 8:30am

pain au chocolat, 2 malted toast with jam

thoughts:

had a latte with this and its been so long since ive had anything but black coffee so it was so sweet.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

lunch 12:30pm

apple, quorn chicken caesar wrap, slice of oreo choc cake

thoughts:

ive never had the wrap before and thought it was delicious, will be getting again. i ate most of the cake with guilt-free thoughts - until the end but i managed to redirect my thoughts

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

snack

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

dinner 5:45pm

big bowl of cereal

thoughts:

around 3pm i was hit with intense and painful bloating. i couldn't fathom eating a "normal" meal. even the cereal seems too much but it doesn't sit heavy in the stomach.

i even began spiralling into is this even worth it if im in this much pain but yes of course it is! bloating that will ease is better than anything this ed did to me

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

evening snacking

noodles, mini cheddars

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

end of day thoughts:

i struggled so much this afternoon and evening, ive cried a lot, almost snapped at my friends and forced myself to eat a bowl of noodles. the digestive and stomach issues that come with recovery are so awful - ive had so many thoughts about giving up bc its "too hard" or "too painful". i was confiding in one of my friends that knows and just by her listening i was able to cleanse some of these thoughts but i still don't feel my best today.

#tw ed #ed recovery #eating disoder recovery #recovery #recovery blog #pro recovery #food diary #food #diary #journal

[seawitch62]

Nursery

Part One of the Catnip Man Series

Jeonghan x OC (Rose)

Fluff

WC: .5k

Catnip Man Masterlist

Finally, I  have the day off, me time, not family or friends, just me.

Glancing at the wilted remains of what was once a flourishing herb garden, guilty of neglect.

"The nursery, that's what I will do, nothing like getting your hands dirty".

'Angel Nursery', is about a twenty minute drive, while the car idles, "music, what am I in the mood for?"

'Love, once hot, shatters

Cold as ice

Pushing me away

Tangled like spiderwebs

Our connection reaches the end, oh no'

Singing along to SF9,  "I love this song!".

The air con seems to be on the fritz again, "it's so frigging hot".

Sitting at a red light, sweltering, a sign 'iced coffee', is blinking in the distance, the image of  coffee and ice and the delicious taste start bombarding the senses.

"I deserve a treat".

Pulling into the drive through

"Large Caramel latte please"

Iced coffee in the drink cubby, 

'Can I ever let you go

Never Never

Jammed in my heart

Shards of memories of you

Yeah Yeah

(You know) To me, pain is duff

A trap of rage and unquenchable fire

It’s burned out. It’s gone. It’s selfish'

Singing along, the destination exit is in view.

°

'Angel Nursery', everything you need for your garden needs, well that's what the sign will have you believe.

Sipping on the iced coffee, scouring the floor, for the herb section.

Finally, with the help of the staff, herbs galore, canvas the eyes.

Totally absorbed in the task, oblivious to the shadow looming.

"May I be of assistance?" a voice startles you.

Without out, turning around, in a dismissive tone, "no thank you I'm fine".

"Yes, you are", the voice responds.

"What the.."

Turning around, the owner of the voice is standing so close.

Stepping back, taking a mental note, discreetly as possible, taking  in the features of the one who is blocking your sunlight.

"Hello Yoon Jeonghan, a pleasure to meet you"

Confidence dripped with every word, 'great another egotistical prick'.

"Hello, if you will excuse me I'm busy".

"I will only excuse you, if you share your coffee" he smirks.

"What the fuck" stunned at his audacity, "No!".

Walk away, walk away, that's the sensible thing, walk away.

Footsteps follow, with each step the sound reverberates, sending panic signals to an already overactive imagination.

"Parsley Mint Basil chives" Jeonghan sings.

"These are a few of my favourite things"

 Jeonghan grabs the coffee, sipping it in what could only be described as seductive.

"Keep the coffee, since you drank most of it anyhows" you tell him with a disgruntled sigh.

A genuine smile beams across his face, softening his features.

"Catnip" he counters.

"What"  totally confused.

"I can be your catnip" he purrs.

"Catnip?, look no need for payback for the coffee", trying to edge past him.

"Don't you want to be  my kitty?", he replies smoothly.

"I could make you purr, and scratch" he adds.

"Catnip is my middle name," he says with a grin.

 Jeonghan, watches your reaction, and is assured your answer will be only one thing.

Now, this ending can go two ways, you slap him across the face and depart. or, here kitty kitty, catnip time.

#seventeen fic #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan fic #Catnip Man #svt jeonghan fic #svt fluff #svt fanfic #svt Jeonghan fanfics #seventeen jeonghan #svt fanfics #svt fic #catnip man fic #seventeen jeonghan fanfic #svt x oc #seventeen x oc #jeonghan x oc #seventeen imagines #seventeen fanfics #seventeen fanfic

[motherraid]

Just saw your horney zhongli thoughts and imma need the young menace zhongli version 👀 plz👉👈

Anon friend... You have NO idea.. What you'd just unleashed...

HORNY THOUGHTS: Morax

Tw: Dubcon (touches and young Li not bothering to respect privacy or limits)

(Also not a trigger but I used crude lady part names, so if you didn't want that, I'm sorry-)

SO, if we're talking about post (maybe somewhere in the) archon war Rex Lapis, hardened and probably slightly desensitized to the world around him, God HELP the poor human he happens to get attached to.

I would say he wouldn't care about your comfort, but that isn't necessarily true.

If he had an attachment to you, he loved you to some degree, no doubt. He just "knows" that since he loved you so much, he's... almost entitled to your sex. (What.. Uhm... An honor...?)

This means, that regardless of how many times you tell him not to bend you over the nearest surface so close to Liyue Harbor, or that he's too big and needs to slow down, or that you can't take any more, he'll just force your mouth shut and continue to pound into your abused cunt anyways.

You have been graced in the presence of a God. Liyue's protector and savior has so kindly blessed you with his love, and you're not pleased? How ungrateful.

Eh.. He'll brush it off for his darling.

And in the aspect of comfort, if he realizes he actually had hurt you and you weren't being dramatic, he'd spend his time tending to whatever pain he may have caused, and visisting often to make sure you recover well.

(He would only come to the realization he had hurt you after he was done fucking you silly. He won't care in the moment.)

Degradation degradation, regardless of how much you resist him. He will force you to your knees and call you a "pathetic cock-hungry mortal" before he will EVER call you "my love".

In this period of time, you won't have sex. Regardless of whether your injury is small or not. He wants his human perfectly healthy. Not because he feels guilty, but because no one wants to play with a broken toy.

And it's not like you'd get anyone's attention if you told them morax broke into your house in the middle of the day and pinned you to your tea table by the back of your neck, wedging your mouth open by ruthelessly fucking your poor, deliciously tight, and convulsing throat. (The only thing it can do at the moment, trying to stretch to accommodate the girth of his cock.)

Can you imagine how many late nights were spent trying to desperately claw your way off of the bed to avoid yet another mind shattering orgasm as Morax, unfazed, made it his nightly mission to stuff you as much as humanly possible?

Almost no aftercare. Yeah. I said it.

How vividly could you picture his golden fingers running through your hair as he sits atop of you, delicately pecking your neck, and making sure his cock is jammed as far inside you as he can manage so you won't waste a drop of his cum?

And the little trinkets, treasures, and tons of mora that end up on your desk the next morning? :>

Cause that's the closest thing to aftercare you'll get.

Yes, he loves you. It almost hurts when he has to be a way from you for so long. However it's not the same love as present day Zhongli would have, I'd say feels some sort of possession over you.

You're less than human to him because he views you as his; somewhat an object, a pet he can give all of his love to. That's all the more reason to spoil you.

So why'd you lock your windows tonight? You know it takes more than that to stop a god, right?

#.zhongli #.genshin impact #.ask #.Zhongli hcs #.horny thoughts #.zhongli smut #.zhongli x reader #.zhongli drabble

[tokyoghoulnurse]

More tokyo ghoul boys asking their s/o to hurt them in bed? This time maybe Kaneki, Takizawa, Naki, Shirazu, Urie, and Tsukiyama?

Tokyo ghoul boys

Oooh? A lot of NSFW requests in my inbox now. Cute, fun! I’m so excited to write them all when I have time..

Warning: NSFW content ahead

Kaneki

If we’re talking Kuroneki? Yeah definitely not. He would barely be able to sit next to his partner without avidly blushing. There is just about no way he’ll be into it at all.

Shironeki and reaper? Absolutely. It’s their jam. Biting, scratching, using kagune, wounding, everything is on the table, not a lot that he wouldn’t agree to really. He loves marking and being marked, and as reaper he would take all this pain with the most delicious poker face and dirty talk.

“You can do better.”

Takizawa

CCG Takizawa would be into light hurting to take the edge off work. He gets stressed a lot and piling on some pain with nail and tooth would make him hiss and take it all.

Ghoul takizawa would be just like reaper Kaneki if not worse. He wants blood splashed everywhere with passion, just take it out on him. He likes it.

“Yes! Just like that! More!”

Naki

Yeah no.. you see the thing is he might be into it but it’s.. worrying. He sorta sees it as a way of coping and will ask his partner to do it. Will probably cry, but enjoys being chocked in particular with his eyes glossy.

Please be delicate about it, and extremely reassuring. This topic is like glass, easy to break and precious to him. Just take care of him.

“I can! I can..take it! Please!”

Shirazu

Now that’s a funny one! He’d be bashful about it, kinda stuck up too. He’d definitely love being scratched to the point of skin breaking, gasping pleasantly.

Shirazu would also love having his lips bitten and sucked on, until they’re swollen and aching.

“Man.. don’t make me ask again!”

Urie

Yeah no, haha! It’s definitely a pride thing. He’ll let his partner do a lot because he enjoys it and to prove he’s superior in just how much his body can take. Take him to his limits and please him.

Whip him and bite him all you like, he’s almost drunk with this kinda thing. It gets him off faster for sure.

“Do it harder. Don’t be shy.”

Tsukiyama

Well.. I mean this was expected, huh? It’s not a wonder really, although he prefers being on the giving side, he doesn’t mind receiving every now and then.

Weirdly into the idea of marking with love bites and nail marks, little crescent moons on his hips and shoulders. Make sure they’re nice and deep though.

“Oh my.. please don’t hesitate.”

#tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #tokyo ghoul headcanons #Kaneki Ken #seidou takizawa #tokyo ghoul x reader #Naki #naki tokyo ghoul #ginshi shirazu #urie kuki #shuu tsukiyama

[azlrse]

hello!! since requests are open! i was wondering if i can get (non-yandere) Dark Choco Cookie x fem!reader (or GN!reader if preferred) and they are doing romantic dance together like this gif!

like when Dark Choco realizes he is in love with reader and he decides to confess by having a slow yet loving dance together? just a general fluff with a happy ending! thank you <33 (hopefully i didn't make you confused ^^; sorry for bothering but i just love your writings so much! <3)

In Each Other's Arms (Dark Choco Cookie x GN Cookie!Reader)

CW: none, just fluff!!

A/N: Still in writer's block so have this small drabble as my compensation 😅

*Reader has the same powers as Julieta from Encanto.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

Love was something Dark Choco Cookie didn't felt for a long time. Being one with the darkness and the guilt and resentment he felt towards himself makes his heart closed off to anyone. Each and everyday, he always encounters the harsh treatment of Dark Enchantress Cookie and the degrading words of his comrades.

Loneliness was also one of the aspects the fallen prince experienced. Yes, he maybe a villain, but he just wants someone to love him, see his fault as a misunderstanding and still accept him even he's under the control of Dark Enchantress Cookie. He just gave up on hoping that someone, anyone would be his lover.

Until he met you, a cookie who joined Gingerbrave's small group and another healer aside Custard Cookie III. What makes your abilities unique is that you can heal your friends by your own jellies. It's really sweet yet delicious.

You became very wary towards Dark Choco and his comrades when you first encountered them. You didn't even look at them, for your only job was to heal your friends as they become wounded from the enemies power and strength.

After their defeat and many days had passed, you make your way towards the forest where you grew different varieties of berries and fruits for your healing jellies when the unexpected happened. You saw one of your enemies, laying down on the soft patch of grass, injured.

Strawberry jam was sleeping through his wounds as he begins to grunt from his injuries. At this point, you became contemplated wether you should help him or not. 'Maybe I should help him... Even if he's a bad guy, he needs urgent help. That wound looks really serious.' You thought to yourself as you stared at him while hiding behind a bush.

You are about to move when you step on a stick, startling both you and Dark Choco Cookie. "Who's there? I know someone watches over me..." You meekly came out from your hiding place as you spoke a small 'Hi' towards him. Dark Choco only sighs, ready for your laughter and belittling his weak status.

"Well, are you going to laugh at me? For being helpless in this situation?" You only stared in shock at the poor cookie. Laughing at him? Belittling for being this weak? What did this cookie was going through? "W-well I was gonna do the opposite of what you said." You replied to the latter's words and pulled out a small pouch from your basket.

The fallen prince only stared at you in confusion as you kneeled right beside him. "Your wound might be infected if you didn't heal it in time. Here, have some of my jellies." Dark Choco turned his head away, pushing the delicious jellies away from his face. "I don't need your help. Leave me alone."

Being the stubborn cookie you were, you kept on persisting that he must take some of your jellies. "Do you want to return to Dark Enchantress Cookie without the appearance of being injured? Your armour was even covered with Strawberry Jam. You need help, Dark Choco Cookie." He only looks at you, debating wether he accepts or help or not.

After all, he felt alot of pain form his injuries and didn't want his allies to call him a nuisance for returning to the base empty handed and injured. "Fine, but only this one. Got it?" You nodded and gave some of the jellies and ate it without hesitation. As he ate the last piece of jelly, he felt the pain becoming dull as the wound became smaller and smaller till there's nothing other than the armour covering the area of the wound.

"Never speak about this to anybody, not even your friends. Speak about this and I will hunt you down. Understand?" You only smiled at his words and replied, "No problem, secrets safe with me. Don't worry!"

Before leaving you, he complimented on how delicious your jellies tasted and suggested a flavor he wanted to try, blueberry jellies. "Blueberry jellies.... That sound really delicious. I'll make some of those. Thank you for the suggestion, Dark Choco." You spoke as you wave farewell towards him.

And that's how your friendship towards Dark Choco had started. The two of you would meet up every night when everyone was asleep. Both you and Dark Choco Cookie didn't want anyone to know that the two of you were seeing each other. Dark Choco would constantly vents out about his rants and actually cries whenever he talks about on how damaging the words he kept on hearing from his peers.

You became his shoulder to cry on and so was he. He would always listen to your stories, wether it was about your day, the jellies you failed and even the times where the day was really making you uneasy and sad. Of course, you didn't forget to bring the blueberry jellies he always ate whenever the two of you are hanging out.

He cherishes every single day when he's with you, even making excuses towards his comrades just to see you in the hidden part of the forest. He loves your kindness, your sweet gestures towards him and even praising him despite being one with the darkness. Then, it hit him. The way he felt really warm when you held his hand, the time where he smiled subconsciously whenever he likes your jellies and even loves your one sided hugs.

He opened his stone cold heart towards you..

He gained feelings for you..

Dark Choco Cookie fell in love with you...

As days passes by, he fell deeper and deeper towards you. He had the instinct to protect you at all cost and even risk his life and position in Dark Enchantress' Army just to be with you.

However, what's stopping him is that he's afraid. Afraid that if he reveals on how he felt towards you, then you would avoid him and be his enemy all over again. He didn't want that to happen so, he just suppressed those feelings. For the sake of your friendship, he made a promise that he won't spill out his love for you, even if it hurts alot.

But what he didn't know is that you also gained feelings towards your former enemy.

Everytime you would daydream about Dark Choco Cookie, your friends would tease you alot.

"Hey, who's the mystery cookie? Are they good looking?"

"Come on (y/n), we know that you had a crush! Tell us the name!"

Nope, you ain't gonna risk revealing his name to your friends, especially when he's your friends' enemy.

At a particular night, you invited Dark Choco Cookie in a picnic in a secluded area during night time, far far away from the kingdom and the prying eyes that watches your every move. This might be just an ordinary night but for you, it's really special. You are going to spill the tea and take the big risk on confessing your feelings towards Dark Choco.

"Dark Choco, you're here! Thank you so much for coming!" You ran up to his arms and hugged him tight. He hugs you back and felt the warmth feeling coming back from his stomach. 'His cape was long, and warm too..' you thought as his cape began to cover your entire body.

He was in awe by the appearance of the area; fairy lights, lots of flowers and you even brought a basket full of sweets and delicacies, made by yours truly. The both of you are having fun, played underneath the moonlight when the soft melody of the music box began to play.

"Hey Dark Choco, dance with me!"

"Um, I don't know how (y/n). It's been a long time since I've danced-"

"Enough talking, let's dance!"

You cut him off when you pulled his hand and the both of you danced in synced. Dark Choco stared at you adorably as you placed your head on his chest as you heard his heart thumping faster and faster. Every sway and twirl, he felt like he was melting. The music convinces him to spill out his love for you, telling you on how much you mean alot to him and wants to establish a sweet, romantic relationship with you.

"(y/n)..." Dark Choco spoke, breaking the silence that surrounded the both of you. "Hmm?" You replied, still closing your eyes as you held his hand. "There is something I want to tell you.."

You looked at him in nervousness but excited. This is it! The both of you are going to confess with each other! Dark Choco sighed sadly, as if he was ready to hear your words of rejection. He looks at you in the eyes and you saw the adoration and love from within. "I know that I was one with the darkness itself, a cookie who brought his homeland into ruins with a cursed sword. This isn't easy for me. I've never... Not like this but..." He began to hold both of your hands.

"I like you. A lot. You mean alot to me, (y/n) and I know this sounds really stupid. If you reject me then it's okay, what matters you are u were still frie-"

You cut him off when all of the sudden, you cried. Not from sadness or being upset but in happiness. You can't believe it! Your long time crush bravely confesses his feelings towards you!

Dark Choco only stared in shock and proceeded to console you, a bit confused to be exact. You began to reply to his sweet and heart felt confession through your sobs. "I-I-I like y-you too, Dark Choco! I am crying because I was afraid t-that if I told you my feelings, you m-might not like me back and we go back to being e-enemies!"

Dark Choco only smiled as he carries you back to the tree where the picnic basket was set up, offering you a bottle of juice to calm you down. "So, does this mean that we're together now?" You spoke, finally calming down after you crying (of happiness) sessions. He only laughs softly as he cradles you in his arms. "I can be your boyfriend if that's okay with you, my dear."

You gave him a small kiss on the cheek as you lay on his shoulder, finally contented as the both of you are within each other's arms.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

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Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

#cookie run x reader #crk x reader #cookie run imagines #cookie run fanfic #dark choco cookie x reader #crk dark choco cookie #cookie run kingdom x reader #dark choco cookie imagine

[kimikokuro22]

OWEN 2021 BIRTHDAY CARD TRANSLATION

[Betting on the Bullseye]

Raws provided by @ventusridiculo1

CARD STORY [How to Spend Your Birthday]

Chapter 1 [Owen and Central Wizards]

Owen: …Why is it so noisy? And something smells sweet.

Riquet: Cain, please put a slice of wafer here.

Cain: Oh it's done. Arthur, i'll leave the cream to you.

Arthur: Understood. Please leave the plate edge empty so i can decorate it with fruits. Master Oz, please put mint leaves on it.

Oz: Yes.

Owen: What are you all doing?

Cain: Owen. You came just in time.

Arthur: It's almost time for snacks, right? We're helping Nero dividing everyone's share.

Owen: Everyone's share huh… And so, what's this? Only this plate is decorated nicely.

Owen: To differ your share from everyone else's, how greedy. Central Wizards are a greedy bunch.

Riquet: You're mistaken. This one is not for us. It's yours, Owen.

Owen: Hah?

Riquet: Lord Snow and Lord White told us that today is your birthday.

Riquet: Birthdays are a special day full of blessings after all. That's why i give a portion of my snacks for Owen, and top it with lots of cream.

Cain: Following Riquet's example, we too decide to set aside a portion of ours as well.

Arthur: We also want to celebrate Owen's birthday.

Owen: ...Hee, so it's mine? I'll take it th-

Oz: Don't touch. We haven't finished decorating it.

Riquet: That's right. Please wait until it's done.

Cain: Okay. Let's add some jam. Should we add strawberry or marmalade...

Cain: Well whatever works, but this colour makes me feel uneasy for some reason.

Owen: ….

Cain: Okay, it's done.

Riquet: Wow, Cain you're so good at this!

Arthur: It looks very delicious.

Owen: This much is not enough. Stop being so stingy, add a lot to the point it overflows from the plate.

Cain: Ehh? But, we only have this much jam. If we add more, everyone else wouldn't got any.

Owen: Then, use something that have similar color.

Owen: I'll take out those eyes of yours, add jam to it, and eat it. I wonder how would i taste?

Cain: Ahh i got it. I'll give you my jam, so stop saying such dangerous statement!

Arthur: I would also feels troubled if you eat Cain's eyes. I'll give you my jam.

Riquet: I guess we have no choice. You can have mine and Oz's share. Only for today though.

Oz: …. Stop taking advantage from young wizards.

Owen: Well, what are you talking about? I didn't do anything. They decide to celebrate on their own.

Oz: <Vox No…>

Arthur, Riquet, Cain: P-please let it slide for today!

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Chapter 2 [Owen and North Wizards]

Owen: Ah, you're here. Finally.

Bradley: What'd you want? Calling us out of nowhere.

Mithra: Hah… and i thought i can finally sleep well today.

Owen: Apparently, today is my birthday. Let's do something fun to celebrate it. Care for a game of darts?

Mithra: Darts?

Bradley: Why must we...

Owen: Just to kill time. If you won against me, i'll give you this high-quality mana stone.

Mithra, Bradley: ….

Mithra: If it's only for a while, i'll accompany you.

Bradley: Can't be helped, i'll take you on that. So, where's the target?

Owen: It's hanging on the wall over there. That.

Bradley: Which one… Oh that.

Mithra: What a dirty doll.

Owen: Anything's fine as long as you can hit it. Hurry up and throw it.

Mithra: Here i go… hup.

*hit sfx*

Owen: ...Right arm

Bradley: Oop.

*hit sfx*

Owen: Ahaha. Right on the forehead.

*running sfx*

Snow: Stop!

White: Here you are, you naughty rascals!

Snow, White: Who cast these strange spell on us?!

Mithra, Bradley: Hah?

Owen: Hello. Welcome, Twin Teacher.

Owen: What's wrong? It seems that your arm and forehead are in a lot of pain.

Snow: Hmm, it seems that this is all your doing. I've felt this ominous presence since early morning but to think it's your wrongdoings…

White: We thought it's troublesome to preach you all one by one, but just as we decided to let it slide, it became like this…

Owen: How cruel, to blame me like that.

Owen: You'll know if you look at Mithra and Bradley. It was those two who attacked you.

Mithra, Bradley: HAH?!

Owen: They're the one who said that places hit by the darts won't hurt that much and it's not a powerful curse.

Owen: They also say depending on the place you hit it, it would cause pain so severe you'll be numb. "Let's witness Twin Teacher's ridiculous appearance," they said. 

Owen: I tried so hard to stop them but they won't listen.

Bradley: Owen, you bastard-..!

Mithra: What are you talking about? You're the one who invited us-...

Snow, White: We fully understand.

Snow, White: If you two wanted to play that much, we'll be your opponent.

Snow, White: <Noscomnia>

Bradley: ...kh-, damn old gramps-!

Mithra: Good timing, i'm feeling irritated. I'll kill you once and for all.

Mithra: <Arthim>

Bradley: <Adnopotensum>!

Owen: Ahaha. Nice show.

Owen: If they all die and turn into stones, won't it become the best birthday present ever?

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Chapter 3 [Owen and Master Sage]

Akira: Where did Owen go? Mithra told me he went to the woods though…

Tonight is the night of Owen's birthday. To congratulate him, i went looking for him in the forest near Magic Manor.

Akira: Owen?

Owen: ...ah, it's Master Sage.

Soon enough, i found him standing under a tree. From the way he waved his hand and laughed innocently, i knew right away that this is Owen in his afflicted state.

Akira: Good evening. What are you doing here?

Owen: I am talking to this little one.

When i look up, i see an owl sitting on the branch.

*hooting sfx*

Owen: ...see? It talks back.

Akira: Fufu, you're right. But, it's getting cold. Let's head back to the Magic Manor.

I was shocked when I held Owen's hand. It was ice cold.

Akira: Owen, are you okay? Your body is really cold…

Owen: .... 

When i look back at his face, a gaze colder than the night breeze staring straight at me. I instantly realize that the original Owen has returned.

Owen: ...What is this place? Why are you here with me?

Akira: I-i'm sorry. I couldn't find you so i went looking.

Akira: I want to congratulate you for your birthday before the day ends.

Owen: …Hee, you want to congratulate me?

Owen: Hear my wishes then. Warm this freezing hand of mine.

He smiles suspiciously while holding my hand.

Owen: Make it warm by using your heart.

Owen: I hid my heart elsewhere, that's why this left chest is empty and no heartbeat can be heard. Because of that, warmth can't reach my fingertips.

Owen: If i put your heart in here, do you think it'll warm me up?

Akira: ...That's…

As i struggled to utter a word under this pressure, Owen threw my hand and burst out laughing.

Owen: See? You can't. Stop trying to be friendly with me.

After saying that, Owen disappeared. I was left all alone in this dark forest.

Cold night breeze ran through my body. But his hands were much colder than the night.

Akira: ...oh, i know.

I visited Owen's room when i came back to the Magic Manor. After a few knocks, he came out while showing an irritated face.

Owen: What.

Akira: I'm sorry for visiting this late. Since i can't celebrate your birthday properly earlier, i came here to give you this…

Owen: ....What is this?

Akira: Hot milk and hot water bottle. There aren't any hot water bottle in this world, so i made this quickly earlier.

Akira: If you put it on your bed and sleep, it'll feel warm. I think this can help you keep your body warm… and also, happy birthday.

Owen: ...Haha.

Owen: Is that all? If you're done, hurry up and go away.

Akira: Y-yes. Have a good night. Please drink your hot milk before it gets cold.

I immediately leave that place.

Perhaps Owen is shocked. But he didn't throw my present. That fact alone makes me happy.

Akira: There aren't much i can give Owen…

But i hope the night he spends will be a little bit warmer from now on.

Owen: …..*gulp*

Owen: Sweet.

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CARD EPISODE [Birthday Prank]

Akira: Umm, Owen. I heard you cast a curse on Snow and White during your birthday…

Owen: It became a rumor already. They talk too much.

Owen: They're exaggerating. I just changed the target when we played darts in the bar and did a little prank, that's all.

Akira: Target? What did you change it to?

Owen: Doll made of grass, branches, and anything else similar to that. It has a face and crude limbs.

Akira: ….Is it similar to straw dolls…?

Akira: If you use it as a target, you throw darts at it, right? Doesn't it seem like a curse?

Owen: That kind of curse wouldn't hurt anyone.

Owen: The twins also left it alone even when they realize there's something wrong.

Owen: ...Ahaha. Their expression from that time really is the best.

Akira: ....It's just a little prank, right...?

Owen: Yes. It's just a pure and fun prank.

Owen: If you're interested, Master Sage should also try to throw darts at it. I'll be happy to lend you that doll.

Owen: I'm sure you'll witness an amusing sight

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