#catch me out here sharing baking tips

[faith369]

ghost x sweet!reader. shes prices daughter and come to the base to visit her father with fresh baked goods for all his military friends too of course ! She catches his eye and might end up in his bed.

I really hope you like this and thank you sharing this cause its making me think unholy things

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

Warning: mdni, nsfw, p in v, orale (fem receiving)

Ghost knew the Captain had a daughter, what he didn't expect was for you to be such a sweet girl, way too pretty for your own good. He watched you laugh at one of Soap's jokes, shifting in his seat, trying to ignore the confined feeling in his pants. The sound of your laugh sent a shiver down his spine. He originally didn't mean to stay, as he wasn't in the mood to engage in conversation. But when he saw you in the break room motioning for him to come in with a sweet smile on your face, he couldn't resist, especially not after you shook his hand the polite girl you are, and he couldn't stop thinking about how soft they are and how they would feel around his cock. You had even managed to convince him to try one of the cupcakes you had baked, and as much as he liked them, they were the last thing on his mind. The dress you had on made your thighs more delicious than a cupcake could ever be. The Captain, who was the whole reason you came here, had left about 30 minutes ago after Laswell had called him about some meeting and because Simon knew how long these could last, he offered him to take you home, something that Price couldn't turn down.

Simon was more than aware that looking at his captain's daughter the way he did wasn't exactly okay, but he couldn‘t stop himself. And it wasn't like you didn't look at him just a tad bit too long for it to be appropriate, to your luck, however, Gaz and Soap were way too occupied with the backed goods to notice it. You found yourself unable to concentrate on the conversation, too busy thinking about your father's Lieutenant. His face was bare, no skull mask in sight. Something inside you made you want to reach out to feel the light stubble that grazed his cheek under your fingers. You were only able to shift your focus when Soap and Gaz started arguing about the last cupcake. Simon kept his eyes on you while you convinced them to share. You were so eager to make everyone happy, he started wondering whether you'd be such a good girl trying to please him.

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Simon had a tight grip on your hips, keeping you still while he sucked your swollen clit. Your slick spread around his mouth, as he ate you out like a man starved. Your mewls only spurred him on, making him stick two of his thick digits into your aching cunny. "So wet just for me huh" he dragged his fingers along your walls, painfully slow but still hitting the spot inside you that made you feel dizzy, sweet pleasure just an inch away, but before you were able to grab it, Ghost had pulled out his fingers. You glared at him through half lidded eyes as he licked them clean. Your anger made him chuckle. “I know you wanted to cum, but I also  know that you're a good girl, so you've got to be patient for me”

You wanted to kick or scratch him, but you had a hard time getting your brain to do something other than watching him pull his length out of his boxers, its tip red glistening with precum. He ignored your whines about him being too big and just slipped his cock inside you, trying to keep himself from cumming on the spot at the heat of your tight walls. It felt like he was filling out every inch of you, leaving you no room to breathe as he settled inside you, his tip almost kissing your cervix, before starting to move at a pace that made you dig your nails in his back. "Fuck, we shouldn‘t be doing this.“ Ghost's hips were snapping against yours, the pace he had set turned any coherent thought that you had left into thin air. It didn‘t really matter anyway you had lost the ability to properly act the second simon pressed you against the door and kissed you when you just wanted to ask whether he was ready to bring you home. He was merciless in the way he fucked you, probably out of anger at himself for giving into the temptation of taking you. The growls that left his lips were animalistic, covering the whimpers and mewls that left yours, and still he told you to be quiet.  "Don't want your Dad to hear what you're doing, huh? Seducing his lieutenant to make him stuff you" his hand snaked its way between your hot bodies to play with your swollen almost abused clit. His movements were less controlled than before, he wouldn't admit it, but he was way to deep in pleasure to form a lot of thoughts himself. His skilled hands made your eyes roll back into your head. „Didn‘t sed… y..I“ It felt like he consumed every one of your senses, his big body over you blocking your view , his faint smell of cigarette smoke and sweat in your nose, his cock burried inside you. It was getting too much the knot that had started to form in your stomach a while ago felt constricted.

"Can't even talk anymore, huh?" You clenched down at his words, reaching your breaking point as the orgasm shook through your whole body. You arched your back, somewhere in the back of your mind, you hoped no one heard the way you moaned Simon's name like you were drowning, desperate for air. Simon couldn‘t keep himself from cumming at the way you constricted around him, grunting your name as he filled you up with his hot seed.

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[bi-writes]

hello 🐝!! hope ur doing well, luv!

was thinking about bff!roommate!simon loving readers food. the reader starts baking and cooking for fun and uses simon as a test subject to rate the food LOL. reader's food slowly becoming one of his comfort things and maybe him risking cooking for/with them

just pureeee fluff!!

had this idea while looking at my burnt brownies LMFAO

wish ya the best ⚡

this is so sweet. this came out much angst-ier than i intended lol.

more bff!roommate!simon (part 7/?)

cw: mature language and content, suggestive language and content, simon is big 👁️👁️, the mask doesn't come off, aNgSt and LoNgInG

it's one of the first dinners that simon spends with you in your new apartment. he has never lived in a home that he didn't hate coming back to.

when he was a child, he feared his father. when he was an adult, he feared the loneliness and the quiet; it left room for the thoughts in his head to manifest and grow claws. but now, he found himself in the back of a car after deployment without dread in his chest.

when he steps into the foyer, the apartment is warm. there is no dust on the forgotten, bare counters. there is no screaming, no crying, no hushed voices and angry eyes. there is a warm yellow glow throughout the apartment; the lights you have put up since he left cast such a comforting shadow across the inviting furniture, the pictures you've hung on the wall are happy, the books you've put away and the candles you've lit are familiar.

and there's a smell. something smells so good. he closes the door behind him and locks it, setting his bag down. he follows the sounds coming from the kitchen. there's the sound of something simmering, cutlery hitting a wooden cutting board.

when he emerges into the kitchen, something in his chest constricts. you've got your bottom lip between your teeth as you concentrate on peeling some potatoes, trying to be careful not to nick the tip of your finger. there's a pot on the stove, a low fire lit as something cooks. there's more candles, a glass of wine there, a neat mess of vegetable scraps and ingredients.

he doesn't know what to call it; the taste of the word in his mouth sounds something like home.

"simon!"

and there's your smile. a bright, shimmering thing that comes over your face, relief in those gorgeous eyes and glossiness in your gaze as you hold back the excited tears you're overwhelmed with. you drop the knife you were using, hurrying around the counter to greet him, and simon grunts as your arms fling around his neck, bringing him down to your level as you hug him tight. there it is again--something tight and mean in his chest, something that feels good but something he can't say out loud.

"y-you're home--" you pull back gently. "you're back."

you smile, and simon catches the tear that escapes before it can run down your cheek.

"w-welcome home," you whisper, and you mean it, and his breath is stuck in his throat because something was waiting for him here, and it is you, and you are perfect.

"'ello, luv," he murmurs. "somethin' smells nice."

"yeah, i--" you sniffle, taking his arm and bringing him into the kitchen. simon is still fully dressed in his gear, sturdy jeans with holsters fastened around his thighs, a thick belt, a tactical vest tight around his broad torso. you pick up a tasting spoon, dipping it into the stew and holding it up to him. "tell me how it tastes. i'm...trying something new."

simon meets your eyes from under the mask before he lifts up the fabric slightly. you don't pay attention to the corrugated skin you see, the discoloration; you just smile and feed him the spoon.

he closes his eyes gently. he has been living on ready-made meals in the field and the food prepared in the mess halls. the food isn't bad--but it isn't made like this. it doesn't come with an angel feeding it, it doesn't come with an apartment filled with peace, it wasn't made with that unspoken thing that is shared between the walls of this place.

it tastes wonderful. it's warm, and it sits so nice in his stomach, and simon wants more immediately.

"still needs some time, got to get the potatoes done," you say, as if reading his mind. "it'll give you some time to wash up."

and when he comes back, you're still there. he blinks; this isn't a dream. you're still in the kitchen, asking him how he's feeling, your hair in front of your eyes as you pick up plates and bowls and more things you must have picked up when he was gone--what the fuck is going on?

who's house am i in?

what kind of fucking dream is this?

when do i wake up--when does this all get taken away from me? because i don't fuckin' deserve this--ghosts don't eat--ghosts don't get to live, and they don't get to share these memories, and they don't get to fall in lo--

"simon," you say softly, putting a small bowl into his gloved hands. his dark eyes fall, focusing on the curve of your lips and the softness of your skin and the way you feel in front of him. "ready to eat?"

yes. yes, yes, yes--

simon has been waiting all his for this feeling. the domesticity of home, the familiarity of not being alone, the serenity in something not unknown. and this would not last--he knows this deep in his bones. dead men do not get to savor these moments; he knows his demon will come to collect the time he's stolen, but for now, he will sit at the table he shares with you, drink in the warmth that you bring. he will listen to the gentleness of your voice, and he will fight tears one day in the field trying to remember exactly how you sound at this exact moment in time.

and he will try again to keep this feeling. he will pick a day that you work, a day when you are gone, and he will try and recreate the homecoming you gave him. he will fuck it up--of course he will, because simon was never taught how to love someone else like this. but somehow, he knows you won't care.

you will look at him the way you're looking at him now--simon puts the stars in the sky, the moon into orbit, gravity in motion, he brings the heat of the sun and the snow in the winter, and maybe he doesn't do this with the world you live in, but he does it with whatever lives inside of you, and it's enough for you to know that this is all that matters.

his hand along your thigh, his eyes on yours, the thing that is stuck between his teeth that he won't say but that you can feel in the air.

the thing between you that follows you, even when you go to bed that night in separate rooms. the thing that keeps you up at night knowing he is just across the hall, that he's right there, he's right fucking there--

he's right there.

so why can't i just have him?

#ask #ask b #cinerxria #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost mwii #ghost x reader #cod #call of duty

[ameliora-j]

— favorite girl 𐐪𐑂 niall horan

𐐪𐑂 summary -> you accidentally push yourself too far into subspace and soft dom!niall takes over

𐐪𐑂 content -> fem!reader, smut, masturbation [f!receiving], overstimulation, squirting, subspace, toy use, dominant/submissive themes, personal assistant!reader, crybaby!reader, soft dom!niall, daddy kink, praise, casual dominance, lots of pet names [pet, petal, princess], tooth rotting fluff and a bit of domesticity, basically an aftercare fic, 18+ ONLY MDNI

𐐪𐑂 words -> 2.6k

The sexual frustration had been bubbling in your core for as long as you could remember. Niall didn’t mean to neglect you, truly… But with The Voice, and then his album release, and merch, and tour dates bleeding together with festival dates, his schedule had become hectic. And as his assistant, so had your’s. It’s not like you could put ‘dick me down’ into his calendar either.

Well, you could… But you felt that it’d be quite immature. So now here you lay, sprawled across the bed you shared with him, a thick toy plunging into your g spot over and over. You’d lost count of how many times you’d made yourself tip over the edge, each orgasm bleeding together with the last. Tears of overstimulation prickled the corners of your eyes and you were nearly ready to give up.

The problem isn’t that you needed release—clearly that had already happened more than enough. However, no matter how big or thick the toy is, or how many times it plunges into that spot that makes you see stars… Nothing is Niall. Nothing would ever compare to the way that he made you feel, thus you were now bordering along orgasm number six and still weren’t satiated.

Not for lack of trying, however. You’d been at it for the better part of three hours, starting off slow and teasing yourself the way Niall always did, then slowly picking up the pace until you were blindly overstimulating yourself, your hips chasing the toy subconsciously in search of that spark Niall ignited inside you. Unfortunately, it never came. And that’s how you became a mess on the bed.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you gasped and wheezed for breath. The stimulation of your cunt was beginning to hurt. Slowly bleeding in from pleasure to burning pain. You wanted nothing more than to get away from the overstimulation, but your hips couldn’t help but chase the feeling as you searched for something only Niall could give you.

For a moment, everything stopped. Your leg was lifted in the air, arm beginning to cramp as you continued to shove the toy into your cunt. The world began spinning slower, and your vision slowly faded until it was completely blocked by a milky white cloud of euphoria. Your legs shook violently, your body convulsing as the toy slipped from your hand.

You lay in the middle of the bed, panting quietly as you tried to catch your breath while your body shook atop the comforter. Beneath you was a puddle of your own arousal and sweat, and only when you noticed how wet your body had become did the reality of the situation begin to daunt on you.

You just touched yourself. You just used a toy. You just made yourself cum… Multiple times—all of these without Niall’s permission. You broke so many rules. He’s gonna be so mad at you. Your heart began beating faster in your chest, now out of fear rather than exhaustion. You bolted from the bed, quickly getting yourself cleaned up and into one of his shirts before taking the sheets down to the laundry.

Your legs were unsteady as you walked around the house, and your mind unfocused. Niall would be home soon, and likely expecting dinner on the table the way you’d always had. So, that’s what you did… Or rather, that’s what you attempted to do. Your mind was so fuzzy, and your brain so unfocused that you ended up burning the pasta for your chicken fettuccine. The chicken baked improperly, and ended up tasting rubbery, and the garlic bread was too garlicky.

Nothing came out right, and you were so overwhelmed that by the time Niall was opening the front door, tears had begun spilling over your visage. “Hey Pet. I’m ho…” Niall cut off his own sentence, freezing in his tracks as he saw your state. “Pet? What happened?” He asked, panic and worry laced in his voice.

“I’m sorry” you whined out quietly. “I’m sorry Daddy, I burned dinner. And I messed everything up” you hiccuped out. “I was so bad I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you rushed out, now borderline sobbing.

Niall’s heart cracked, and his arms wrapped around you tightly. “Oh baby, it’s okay” he murmured. “It’s okay, princess. We can just order a pizza, yeah? Daddy’s not mad” he whispered softly, gently stroking your hair. “Not mad at you, jus please stop crying. Hate it when you’re so sad” he frowned softly.

“No, I broke the rules!” You sobbed roughly. Niall’s frown turned to one of confusion now, rather than pure sadness. He rubbed your back gently, pulling back a bit to gaze properly at you.

“What are you on about, Petal?” He hummed gently, squeezing lightly at your hip. He did everything he usually would, working to calm you down so that he could fully understand what was going on and why his girl was so distraught.

You took a deep breath, wheezing a bit as you struggled through your tears. Niall cooed at you in encouragement as you did your breathing techniques. Once you had calmed down, you began to divulge how you'd been so bad, breaking his rules. “I’m sorry, Daddy” you sniffled. “I was so needy and you were so busy. Know ‘s against the rules but I used my toy. Came so many times but it wasn’t the same. Needed you” you whined quietly, knuckling at your eyes. You took another breath, attempting to keep your tears at bay. “Touched myself, used my toy, ‘n made myself cum. Didn’ ask Daddy if I could, that's bad,” you finished. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy… I’ll take whatever punishment you give me” your whispered.

“Oh, Petal…” Niall whispered softly. He pulled you closer, gently running his fingers through your hair. He lifted you then, carrying you to the couch and sitting with you on his lap. He pulled you to his chest, rocking gently with you in his hold to aid you in relaxing. “Daddy’s not been good to you lately, has he?” He asked softly, gently moving your hair away from your face.

You stayed quiet, afraid that he was taunting you after you’d broken so many of his rules. Nervous that he was trying to trap you into making your own punishment worse as he so often did. But you couldn’t handle that right now, you were too soft. Niall, being the oh so attentive and loving dom that he is, recognized that. He saw the unfocused and glossy look in your eyes, the distraction and frustration the moment he stepped into the door and watched you cooking dinner. Only, he didn’t realize how bad it was until you finished explaining what had tipped you to this point.

“‘S okay Pet, you can be honest” he hummed. “Been ignoring you, haven’t given my Princess the proper attention she deserves” he continued on. “Wasn’t a very good Daddy, was I?” He asked gently.

“No, Daddy…” You whispered shyly, gently nosing against his neck in search of more comfort. He squeezed your hip lightly, humming as he held you closer. You sighed in content, closing your eyes as your body fully relaxed against him.

“There’s my girl” he whispered, stroking your hip with his thumb as he felt you become malleable in his hold. “I’m sorry I haven’t been payin’ attention to you, sweetheart. I’ve been so distracted by work. That’s no excuse though, is it?” He asked. The question was rhetorical, and you knew as much when he continued on to answer it on his own. “Should always have time to take care of the prettiest girl in the world” he smiled softly, gently kissing your nose. “I love you, sweet girl. My good girl” he smiled softly.

“Good girl” you echoed quietly, nodding as you held him tighter. He smiled softly, pressing another kiss to your head.

“What do you say we have a bath and then cuddle a bit, hmm?” he asked softly. “I’ll get your hair all done, get you nice and comfortable for bed” he murmured, kissing across your shoulders. “Can order a pizza and put on that show you love so much, that sound good baby?” He asked softly.

“Sounds good, Daddy” you whispered, bobbing your head gently in a nod.

“It’s okay princess, ‘s just Niall now, hmm?” He smiled softly, kissing your head. “Think you’ll be okay if I go and clean up the kitchen?” He asked softly. You nodded once more, and with that he stood. He tucked the throw blanket around your slightly-shivering form and went to the kitchen. He was quick to clean up the mess before coming back to carry you into your shared master bathroom.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

Once in the bathroom, Niall set you down on top of the counter. He kissed your head before he turned and ran the water, making sure that it was the right temperature for you. He shot you a charming smile as he went back over to the cabinet you were sitting on top of. “What kind of bubbles do you want, Pet?” He asked softly, planting a gentle kiss to your calf as he kneeled between your legs in front of the cabinet.

“Um…” You hummed softly as you thought, chewing gently on your nails. “The lavender one” you finally decided, looking down at him with a shy smile.

“Take your fingers out of your mouth, beautiful” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your knee as he said it. He was firm in his words, but gentle in his kiss—speaking to you in the way he always did in this state of mind. This way, you knew it was an order, but you also knew he wasn’t mad at you. You murmured a quick apology, pulling your hand away from your mouth. He simply kissed your leg once more, letting you know all was okay before grabbing the lavender bath salts and bubbles.

He stood again, kissing your gently puckered lips and causing a giggle to spill past your lips. The sound was music to his ears, especially after hearing your heartbreaking sobs just minutes ago. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto his face as he saw your happiness return. “I love you, Pet,” he smiled softly.

“I love you too, NiNi” you whispered. The nickname let him know that you were slowly returning to your usual self, though the fog in your brain hadn’t fully cleared up yet. He turned, pouring the bubbles and salts into the water before returning them back to their rightful place beneath the sink.

Once the bath was full, Niall turned to you. He saw you nod, and knew you wanted him to undress you rather than do it yourself. He smiled in adoration, walking the short distance to you once more. He kissed your head, unable to stop himself from adorning your skin with his gentle lips for what felt like the hundredth time since he got home. Niall was soft as he unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from your shoulders to leave you bare before helping you out of your underwear. “Do you want me to sit in with you or stay out here, Petal?” He asked you gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at your pretty face.

“In please” you answered softly. And Niall would never say no to you anyway, but with that pretty pout and those wide eyes, he was already a complete goner; unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of himself as he got ready to bathe with you. Once he was bare, he lifted you from the counter and sat in the bath with you in front of him, between his spread legs. When buying a house, Niall had taken into consideration your love for baths after he fucked you into oblivion—and right now he was thankful he remembered so as the two of you sat comfortably in the hot water.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

The bathing part of your bath was over quickly, washing you off always being the first thing Niall did. He noticed how sweaty your body had become from your overstimulation earlier on through the thin cotton of his white shirt you wore—thusly, he washed your hair for you as well. Even with Niall washing your hair, and cleaning your body of your sticky arousal and multiple orgasms, the bathing was over within fifteen minutes.

Your body still wasn’t fully calmed down by then, and therefore when Niall asked if you were ready to get out yet, you simply whined in protest. It had now been at least forty minutes since Niall had put the two of you in the bath. The water had begun to cool, slowly losing its relaxing aura the colder the water became. This time when Niall asked you if you were ready to exit, you nodded sleepily and yawned quietly.

Niall gently moved you, climbing out first and wrapping a towel around his hips. He unplugged the bath, grabbing your fluffy towel and lifting you from the water, wrapping it around your body. “Want me to brush your teeth for you, Princess?” He hummed softly.

“No, I can do it” you nodded softly, smiling at him. “Thank you, Ni” you murmured. He smiled, kissing your nose as he grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste for you. He let you know that he was going to get new sheets on the bed while you brushed, and you nodded in reply. While Niall made the bed, you brushed your teeth and got your skincare done. By the time you were walking out of the bathroom, Niall was putting the pillows back on the bed.

“Hi, pretty girl” he smiled softly, walking over to you. He wore sweatpants now, foregoing a shirt as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “Feelin’ better now?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, Ni” you whispered, nodding softly. You puckered your lips once more, and he obliged your silent request, leaning down and kissing you softly. “I love you” you whispered as the two of you pulled back.

“I love you, Petal” he echoed, kissing your head. “Let’s get you comfortable, hmm?” He smiled, carrying you over to the bed. He sat you down, going to your drawers to grab panties and one of his white t-shirts. He gently put them on you, helping you to put lotion on before detangling your hair.

He finished getting you ready for bed and got you beneath the covers, climbing in with you and pulling you close. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote, handing it to you. “Thanks, Ni” you whispered, turning on the TV and flicking to your favorite show as he took out his phone to order a pizza.

“Food’s on the way, baby” he murmured after a while, kissing your temple.

“You’re so good to me, Ni” you whispered softly, gazing up at him from where you were cuddled into his side.

“Only the best for my favorite girl” he smiled softly, kissing your nose gently.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

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[cloudcountry]

I am LOOKING,, at Zero on the right 😳 

And yes!! The Berlin trip was exhausting, but it was really fun! And aaa I’m glad you liked the song! ^w^ It’s really catchy to me

As I’ve mentioned, I did a little wedding thing for some TWST characters 👀 So for some context, the reader/you are going to go to a large family wedding that’s coming up. Which also means extended relatives! You didn’t want to go out alone, so you decided to invite your friend as a plus-one. This is mainly platonic, but reader/you and the characters are implied to have some Feelings™ for each other,, 👀 👉👈 [The mini headcanons may be a bit messy- I hope you don’t mind!!]

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Vil Schoenheit (HE MAY SEEM KINDA OOC HERE I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE,,)

-Congratulations! You’ve just gotten the biggest family flex of the century! Bragging rights forever!!

-He helps you with dressing up and styling your hair-

-You’re interrogated the second you step into the venue because holy sh*t is that the Vil Schoenheit??

-Vil will excuse both of you if he notices you’re getting overwhelmed by the barrage of questions. He’s had his fair share of social conventions and he knows his way around them

-Seeing how he’s so popular, there’s a pretty good chance that he also gets barraged with questions by the guests- And though he’s used to that sort of thing, you manage to break him away from the busy atmosphere and take him on a walk through the rose garden outside to get some fresh air

-The peaceful and quiet atmosphere is really nice, so you stay out there for a while. Unfortunately, you two do loose track of time because while you’re out there, the fireworks display began to start. Though you say you should go back and join the others, Vil convinces you to stay in the garden with him, and he pulls you down to sit with him on a bench, seeing the fireworks go off in the sky. The two of you could still see the fireworks just fine, no?

-“What a beautiful sight,” you say watching the night sky pop with colourful fireworks.

-Vil glances at you, and he saw how the colours reflected in your eyes. “Yes,” he said, “it is.”

Trey Clover

-One of the best people to have as a plus-one and meet the family to be honest

-His polite, caring charisma and dashing looks are a deadly combination

-He’s open to chatting with anyone, and he shares recipes and baking tips!

-You two get different desserts and you compare each other’s

-“This is really good, you have to try it!” And he holds out his spoon to feed you some of his dessert

-I don’t know why, but I love the image of him analysing each dessert like he’s some pâtissier Gordon Ramsay. He’s more of a Paul Hollywood though

-Kind of a bad dancer but that adds to his charm 🤌

-I can see him hanging out with the grandparents… They’d love him, let’s be honest. They’d pat you on the back and nod in approval for finding such a nice young man. You have to tell them you’re not dating

-“You’re not dating yet, you mean!” Your grandma says.

-“Grandma, no-“

-I can see Cater hyping him up through text messages kfjgnb

Cater Diamond

-TAKES SO MANY PHOTOS. SO MANY SELFIES. SO MANY PICTURES OF THE DECOR, THE SCENERY, YOU, EVERYTHING

-“Wait, let me take one more picture—“ Proceeds to take fifty more

-Also asks you to take some photos of him too so he can upload them to Magicam. He’s uploading them in real time

-Just imagine the hashtags he’d make

-Pretty fun date overall! Probably hasn’t been to a wedding before so he’s pretty excited

-Social butterfly, and by the end of the wedding, he’s probably met your entire extended family kjfkjhbd

-There was a glitter bar and he was ECSTATIC,, He asks you if you want to get some glitter makeup with him and now both your faces are bedazzled with glitter

-Fun dancer! Probably in a lot of dancing candid shots

-Though, he does manage to snag a photo of you dancing wholeheartedly and having the brightest grin on your face as an upbeat love song plays, the coloured lights catching in your hair,, he’ll keep this one photo private

Azul Ashengrotto

-Wants to make a good impression on your family, so he makes you give him a PowerPoint slideshow presentation on your family members—

-Not a bad date! He gets along well with your family

-Probably manages to overhear all the juicy family gossip and is living for it

-The bride ended up tossing the bouquet way too far and Azul ended up catching it. Now all the uncles are patting him on the shoulder saying congratulations and now he’s trying to hide his embarrassment because he knows exactly what they’re insinuating

-Ngl, he’d probably advertise the Mostro Lounge,, networking king honestly

-The bride and groom wanted one last private dance and as the others were preparing for the send-off, you and Azul have a little dance of your own, listening to the music drifting out of the open windows

-It was a little bit of a surprise for you; Azul didn’t strike you as much of a dancer but he was doing pretty well (He may or may not have practiced a lot-)

-It’s honestly a pretty tender moment; you follow his lead while you lay your head against his shoulder while he gazes at you so softly

Jade Leech

-Surprisingly eager to agree?? He’s curious to see how humans on land celebrate weddings, and it’s an opportunity to spend time with you, so win-win

-There was a DIY mocktail bar and Jade had the audacity to make you a drink with the most wack combination of ingredients you’ve ever heard. Why are you smiling while offering a drink infused with watermelon and cayenne pepper. Jade? Jade—

-Your aunts are charmed with Jade, and they ask you why weren’t you dating such a polite young man?? He’s enjoying every second of your embarrassment

-Fans the flames like “Yes (Name), why aren’t we dating?”

-Pretty chill on the dance floor and mostly just sways along to the music tbh

-How did he get in all the important family photos

-He got a personal invite to the next family gathering and had the sheer audacity to invite you as his plus-one

Jamil Viper

-A bit nervous about having to leave Kalim, but you both manage to convince him it’ll be fine. It’s just for a few hours!

-He absolutely tears it up on the dance floor. It’s his dance floor and we’re all just dancing on it

-You and him are also in a lot of candid shots dancing together!

-Gets along well with your family and the other guests (And tries so hard to not be passive-aggressive to your mean relatives. Whether he succeeds or not is up for debate)

-Although, the ceremony was to take place outside, and that meant bugs. So, as the bride was saying her vows, a roach landed on Jamil’s knee, and you were the first one to notice. You could feel the sweat sliding down the back of your neck as the bug casually crawled around. By some absolute miracle, Jamil didn’t notice it yet

-“Jamil,” you whisper just as the guests applauded the newlyweds kissing.

-“Yeah?”

-“I need you to trust me and not look down.” 

-Jamil, currently living in blissful ignorance, is confused, but says “sure?” He’s suspicious now. You need to be quick.

-As the guests are walking away, you slap the bug off his knee and he screams bloody murder at the sudden sight of the bug flying in front of his face

-RIP Jamil he can’t catch a break

-Aside from that though, pretty chill time!

Kalim Al-Asim

-Very excited to go with you to the wedding!!

-Even though you insist he doesn’t have to, he gets the newlyweds so. Many. Gifts. And they’re all expensive too; it’s to the point where the bride and groom genuinely consider giving some back kjfngb- Kalim assures them it’s fine though!!

-Gets along great with the young kids there! The flower girl asked him to dance and now all the kids want to dance with him fgjnbg

-You have to pull him away from them so he can finally get some food fkgjnb

-Sucks for you because they still follow him around like an entourage. You just stand there like "🧍‍♂️"

-Another fun dancer and very social! He’s a fun date tbh

-After the wedding was finished and all the guests were sent away, you two were still hungry, so you did some Mac and cheese at home

-He says he had a great time and hopes he’ll get invited to the next family outing!

~~~

I hope you enjoyed this! I hope no one seems super OOC or anything fghjnfb- (Also happy birthday to Zero! :D)

Jackdaw Anon 🐦

ISNT HE GORGEOUS? UGH I ADORE HIM. I CANT WIAT TO PLAY HIS ROUTE!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA WAIT I LOVE PLUS ONE TROPES THEYRE MY FAVORITE?!?!??!?!?!?! U INCLUDED TREY AND VIL AND AZUL!??!?!?! IMF OAMING AT THE MOUTH

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA VILS WAS SO CUTE .... IT WASNT OOC AT ALL HE WOULD BE THAT SWEET AND GENTLE. SCREAMING. AAAAAAA IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR THE "ah yes beautiful sight *STARING RIGHT AT YOU* TROPES"

DAMN RIGHT GRANDPARENTS WE ARENT DATING YET!!!!! YET!!!!!!! TREY ITS YOUR FAMILY NEXT. WE ARE VISITING THEM.

AAAAAAAAAAAA CATER KEEPING TAHT ONE PICTURE PRIVATE IM GIGGLING AND SHEIRKING AHSFDJAHSFDHAGSFDHAGSFDHASGFDXHAGSFDHAGSFDHAGSGFD THATS SO CUTE YOUVE KILLED ME

azul would one hundred percent network at someones else wedding omg. ALSO THE BOUQUET PART?!?!?! IM FUCKING DEAD!??!?!?! WE SHOULD GET MARRIED AGAIN FR COME HERE POOKIEEEEE I LVOE YOU

"why arent we dating?" BECAUSE YOU HAVENT ASKED ME OUT YET YOURE TOO BUSY DEFLECTING JASHFDJASGFD also him getting his own invite to the next social is so real that would happen hes so sneaky JHASFDHAHSFGD

NOOOOO NOT YOU PUTTINGA ROACH ON HIS KNEE AJSHFDHAGSD JACKDAW ANON WHY WOULD YOU DO JAMIL LIKE THAT HELP NE &!@^$@!^#^%$!#@

KALIMS PART IS LITERALLY SO SWEET. YORUE RIGHT HE WOULD BE THE FUNNEEST DATE EVER (except for my networking bf but that sjust me <3)

I ENJOYE DTHIS SO MUCH AND THANK YOU FOR REMEMBERING ZERO'S BIRTHDAY <3333 I ADORE HIM

#jackdaw anon <3 #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #trey clover #cater diamond #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #jamil viper #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit x reader #cater diamond x reader #trey clover x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper x reader #jade leech x reader #kalim al asim x reader

[prolix-yuy]

I'm shyly peeking around the corner of your beautiful Bangathon.

Spinning the wheel brought me one of my favorites: SPOONING.

Pedro boy...I can't decide between Ezra, Pero, and Oberyn but think you'd do heavenly things with any of them.

I'm so glad you're using your conference time for filth. I'm so proud of you. <3

Adira! Welcome to the Bangathon! Spooning is such an underrated position, and while I love it for all the boys, Ezra is calling to me...

Pairing: Ezra x F!Reader

Position: Spooning

Word Count: 999 (this pleases me)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected PiV sex (don't be a fool, wrap your tool), little bit of oral (f receiving), fingering, biting and drawing blood, rough sex, a moment of consensual somnophilia (though it's a little gray in the beginning).

Notes: Oh my god, I meant for this to be a sweet little thing because your writing is so soft and gentle and then Ezra just went and made it filthy. I am hiding my face in my hands. This is like someone dropping off the ingredients for a birthday cake and I bake a huge anatomical penis instead. Oh boy.

There’s only so much a man can be expected to endure in tight quarters for so many cycles, and you’re pushing him to the edge of sanity.

First it was the showers, too noisy for him not to imagine how the water traced your curves. 

Then it was the heat, stripping you both down to compression shorts, a cropped bra barely covering the sumptuous breasts he wanted to savor.

But now you’re testing the last threads of his resolve, curled on your side slicked with sweat and sleep. The flimsy blanket slipped to pool in the hollow of your back, the gusset of your panties peeking from between your thighs. 

For a moment Ezra contemplates if just the sight would be enough for him to get off, circling his cock inside his boxers and letting a few pumps bring him to attention. But the cotton is damp and sticks to your lips, so close he could trace them with his bionic fingers. Your body calls to him, shifting ever so slightly to arch your back more. 

“Kevva be damned,” he rasps to himself, dropping to his knees and leaning down to nose at your cunt. The first inhale of your sex pulls a groan deep from his chest, rumbling too loud. He’ll wake you at this rate, and his cock can’t decide what he enjoys better, your body sleep-pliant and unaware or your wide eyes staring up at him.

Another inhale, and this time he runs his tongue along your slit, pressing in where your clit should be. A sharp gasp alerts him.

“Forgive me, nightingale, but you have driven me wild for too long to deny a taste,” he bemoans, not an ounce of apology in his rakish voice. 

“Ezra,” you breathe out, and to his delight you grind against his touch, pressing an open kiss between your thighs and nuzzling his nose in.

“A sweeter word has never fallen from your lips,” he husks, dragging his prominent nose up between your cheeks and following the path of your spine, stopping to drop a messy lick here, a ring of teeth there. You squirm under his touch but don’t shy away, keening until his lips finally press to your neck. He fits himself against your back, the thick humidity making your skin slide. 

“Ezra, please, I want…” you plead, and his cock aches at how wrecked you sound from just the simplest touches. He cannot wait to see how much more desperate he can make you. 

“I know what you want, my little nightingale,” he coos, tucking his bionic arm under your head while sliding his fingers along your stomach. Your skin is hot under the tips, catching on little patches of hair and the ridges of scars. You both had stories to share with the maps of your body, and Ezra could finally learn them.

“Want you inside me,” you whisper, and he has to bite his lower lip to stop from taking you right then. 

“Can’t say that so sweetly, I’ll ruin this if you let me,” he teases, cupping your cunt and roughly rubbing. You back into his hips, his jutting cock nestling into your plump ass. Dropping his forehead to your shoulder, he ruts in time with his wandering fingers. Slipping underneath your panties, he pulls a surprised moan from your throat when he dips two thick fingers inside, cursing at the slick tightness.

“Do you know how hard it has been, resisting this sweet nectar?” he growls, curling his fingers to shred against the devastating spot inside you. He wants you clenching and wailing, soaking him and begging for more. He needs your body like air, if only you’d give it to him.

“Then don’t,” you toss back, blood roaring in Ezra’s ears. “Don’t resist.”

Ezra has been a better man of late, but hearing your permission - Kevva, even your desire - has him yanking your wrist into your panties, roughly pulling them to the side.

“Fuck, touch yourself,” he orders, using the wetness coating his fingers to slick his cock. Sliding the head through your folds, your keening moan is all it takes for him to sheath himself in one powerful stroke. 

He can’t wait, as soon as he’s in your blissful heat he’s snapping his hips, every thrust exploding inside his groin. Planting one foot, he cages you in, pressing you tight to his chest, snarling into the shell of your ear. Every punch of his cock into your g-spot tears out another ragged wail, but once he sets the pace you’re pushing back against him just as greedily. 

“My sweet companion, wet and ready for me the moment I want it. How many nights did you wait for me, hoping for this cock inside you?” Ezra covers your hand, fingers sliding together in the mess to stroke your clit. 

“Every…fuck, every night, Ez. Wanted it…every night,” you gasp, and if the hunger inside him wasn’t raging by then it was an inferno at your admission. Sinking his teeth into your shoulder, he yanks you back against his rapid thrusts, white heat blossoming as his jaw clamps hard. Copper suddenly dances on his tongue, a sharp shock that makes him release, but in that moment you cum around his cock, tossing him over the edge to spill inside your pulsing cunt. Both of you gasp and tremble in this embrace, Ezra’s eyes finally opening to see two small beads of blood where his incisors bit in too deep. He laps his tongue over them, followed by a softer kiss than he thought it possible for his cautious heart.

“Nightingale, in my lust I’ve been a little too rough with you,” he murmurs, hissing when you slide off him and turn in his arms. Studying your face, he preens at the quirk of your smile.

“Good, then I can leave my own marks on you next.”

Ezra thanks Kevva for long trips across the galaxy and his undeserved luck.

“Anywhere that delights you.”

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

#ezra prospect x reader #ezra prospect fic #ezra prospect x f!reader #ezra prospect fanfiction #ezra prospect x you #prospect fanfiction

[pearlpost]

three takes ⸻ s. manjirō.

abstract : in which you fall in love with sano manjirō and he falls out of your life. warnings : violence statistics : 1.5k words | standalone

TAKE ONE : THE DORAYAKI STALL | 28.02

It is at a tiny dorayaki stall behind your school and you do not know his name.

You think he is annoying, your first sense of him being entirely his voice. High-pitched and whiny, you see him clinging to a boy almost two entire heads taller than him, a dragon tattoo curling across his scalp and a rather exasperated look on his face.

You think you share the same exasperation when the shorter boy, blonde and bright-eyed and full-cheeked whines again. "Ken-chin, let me buy them!"

The taller boy catches your rather annoyed gaze. You blink back at him, caught off-guard. The shorter boy huffs at his friend's distracted manner and turns to face you and you think, Oh.

Because he is cute. Really, really cute. His eyes are bright and his smile is bright and there is something entirely blinding about him, like a piece of sunshine personified, the glow of it spilling out of his skin and warming everything around him.

You blink at him, a little stunned. He flushes red, all the way to the tips of his ears and promptly falls quiet, scuffs his feet against the sun-baked asphalt and looks away pointedly.

The taller boy smirks, and you watch, a little amused, a little horrified, as the younger boy shoves rather violently at him, as though trying to shut him up. It clearly does not work, as the half-shaven boy opens his mouth and says, very casually, "You are that girl in Econ, right? Middle row, window seat?"

You blink again. You are feeling awfully stupid right about now, a little embarrassed for gods know what reason, seeing the way the shorter boy is now attempting to climb up the taller boy and strangle him. "...Yes?"

The taller boy's grin is absolutely wicked. He calls out over the new bout of whining from the shorter boy, words ringing clear. "So you're Mikey's crush."

The shorter boy whines and plops himself down on the sidewalk, rather dramatically. You stare blankly at the both of them, cheeks warm. "Sorry, who?"

The shorter boy looks up at you then, looks so ridiculously offended you are not sure whether to laugh or backtrack and start apologising. The taller of the two grins, something smug in the look as he claps a hand to the shorter boy's head. "This is Mikey."

You stare down at the boy on the pavement. He stares back up at you, wide-eyed and red-cheeked and a part of you wants to take his face in your hands, nip at the apples of his cheeks and see if they are as soft as they look.

You manage to bite back the urge.

"Ah," you say, quietly, and promptly walk away.

TAKE TWO : THE SCHOOL PHOTO ROOM | 13.07

The photo room of your school is a dark, lonely place. Few people come here, more interested in digital cameras and instant polaroids. You? You enjoyed the processing of film, the wait for the pictures to develop, to see a moment captured in time and hope that it has come out well.

Naturally, you are not expecting for a very warm body to suddenly sidle to your side and an excited gush of your name.

You jump, almost drop your camera, almost break his nose. You manage to shy away at the last moment when you catch sight of that bright eyes, even brighter smile. "Manjirō?"

Mikey beams back at you, entirely unbothered by your reaction. He looks like he has just finished classes, shirt untucked and his hair loose, flowing about his ears. His tie has gone missing, and the way the bag hangs off his shoulder implies it holds absolutely nothing.

You have to make a rather conscious effort to not stare at his cheeks.

He breathes your name, entirely delighted to have found you here. And then he is leaning in curiously, peering over your shoulder. "What are you doing here all alone?"

The sarcasm metes out of you before you can stop it. "A satanic ritual."

He blinks at you, surprised, and then blushes as red as a tomato.

Oh god, you really want to bite his cheeks.

You tuck the urge away, soften with a smile at him. You speak more to Manjirō, these days. He waits for you outside of school, wide-eyed and red-cheeked and often with a bag of sweets in one hand, the other always twitching nervously at his side.

You think he wants to hold your hand, sometimes.

Sometimes, you think you want to hold his hand, too.

You turn back to your photo board. "Just waiting for these to process. What are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you," he mutters, something painfully shy in the words. He goes quiet for a moments, scuffs his foot against the cement floor. His gaze darts to the photos, then to your hands, back up to your face. "Thought you might be here." Another beat of quiet. "Your pictures are super good. You like photography, huh?"

Some part of you tightens at those words, melts down the marrow of you like spools of candied cotton. "Yeah."

"I like it, too," he tacks on, eager and shy and you look at him, find his wide-eyed gaze on you. Your lips turn up even wider.

"Yeah?"

He nods, all warm sunshine and puppy-dog energy, leans in excitedly. He smells of burnt sugar and baby powder. You can see the flutter of his lashes at this distance, all soft over the full of his cheeks. You think he does not realise how he is invading your personal space. You find that you do not quite mind.

"I like everything you like." His eyes widen even more, honest and raw and open and so so so bright. Your heart climbs into your throat. "I like you."

Another beat of quiet. This time, it is you that moves.

His lips are soft and warm. You conclude that he tastes like fresh red bean paste.

TAKE THREE : MUSASHI JINJA | 16.12

The shrine is empty and cold and Sano Manjirō, at the center of it all, looks like something fallen from the heavens, the marrow of him dug bloody off his bones.

Sano Manjirō looks dead.

There are circles sunken beneath the hollows of dark, empty eyes. His skin is pale, stretched taut over his bones. Bone-white hair hangs limp over his face.

Your heart wrenches. He does not at all look like the boy you know. The boy you love.

'Loved', something twisted and dark whispers in you. You swallow it down, sink it bitter into the maw of you.

"Manijrō," you whisper, and there is something so very raw in your voice. You want to reach out to him, to cradle him in your hands and let the broken pieces of him cut into you, carve out a shape from you so that you can fit him in. Let him rest there, leech the weariness off his bones and onto yours.

He does not respond. His eyes are blank as he stares at you.

Your throat tightens, the air in your lungs sharp. "Manjirō, please." You do not know what you are begging for. You do not know if he can hear you.

Manjirō blinks, as though he is awakening from a trance. He stares at you for a heartbeat, two, three.

The space stretches long, the silence thin.

"Go home," he tells you. Quiet. Defeated. So very unlike the loud, boisterous boy you know. Knew. "Go home and forget this."

Your heart climbs into your throat, chokes there. "Manjirō—"

Metal presses cold to your temple. The oxygen in your lungs strains, cracks its way past your teeth. You swallow, loss bitter at the back of your tongue, heavier than the sight of the blood on his knuckles as they graze the corner of your eye. Your lashes flutter against the frantic pulse in his wrist. He presses softly against your skin, a hiss of a warning.

An ending.

"Go home."

You think of a boy with a smile angel-bright and full, baby cheeks. You think of a boy who likes dorayaki and settles on you with clumsy fingers. You think of a boy who pouts and whines and would give you such soft, soft kisses, feather-light and always so careful.

You think of a boy they called Mikey so fondly.

There is a quiet click. You can smell the lingering notes of his skin, burnt sugar and the faintest edge of petrol. Somewhere, someplace, you hope he is happy. Hope that his eyes are not quite so hollow, and his smile is not quite so sad.

Hope that somewhere, someplace, your Manjirō has a happy ending.

three takes. © pearlpost, 2024.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #mikey #mikey x reader #sano manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev mikey #tokyo rev mikey x reader #tokyo rev sano manjiro #tokyo rev sano manjiro x reader #pearlpost #﹒tokyo.rev #﹒sano.manjiro

[ikeromantic]

Happy New Year!

Congrats on the followers If! If I made it in time may I request Gilbert, kitchen, and red hots? Thank you so much.

Oh dear, oh my. Spicy Gilbert in the kitchen? Enthusiastically yes! Approx. 900 words of very spicy Gilbert having a little snack in the kitchen. Smut! TW: cunnilingus IkePri New Years Event story!

Gilbert spotted the little rabbit in the hall. And he knew she spotted him too. Her over-the-shoulder glance and hurried steps told him she saw him, but pretended not to. What fun. He ambled after her, knowing he would catch up without rushing.

A little ways ahead, she ducked into a doorway on the left. Gil raised an eyebrow. That was a kitchen. What did the little rabbit have in store for him? He stepped in a moment later. The room smelled of fresh bread and sweet pastries, vanilla and cinnamon, and a hint of Emma’s perfume. 

She stood behind a prep table loaded with trays of baked goods, a hint of a smile curving her lips. “Prince Gilbert! What a surprise.”

“Is it? And here I thought you were leading me on a little chase.” He closed the door behind him.

“If it was a chase, I’d probably still be running.” She couldn’t hold back her smile any longer. 

Gilbert felt an answering smile on his own face, and suppressed it. “You should still be running. Do you know what happens to the rabbit when the beast catches up?” He took a few steps toward her, menacing. 

Emma swallowed, her smile faltering. “The - the rabbit gets eaten?” She backed slowly away until she bumped up against the cabinets.

“It does.” Gilbert’s cane came up in a flash, the metal tip banging against the cabinet to one side of her. 

“G-gil?”

He closed the distance between them until he was so close that her hair tickled against his neck. “It’s too late for you, little rabbit.” Gilbert could feel the thud of her heart, her trembling breath, the quiver of anticipation in her limbs. He’d never wanted anything so much as he wanted her right then. He brushed his thumb along her lower lip, taunting himself. Teasing her. 

She nipped the pad of his thumb. “Bunnies bite too, you know?”

“Naughty rabbit.” He couldn’t hide the tremor of pleasure that ran through him when her lips closed around his finger. Gilbert kissed the corner of her mouth, the line of her jaw, her soft, vulnerable throat. Her pulse beat a rapid rhythm beneath his lips as he left a trail of love-bites across her skin.

Emma arched into his touch, her breath a silent moan. 

Gilbert’s cane clattered to the floor as he reached for her breasts, stroked her sides, caressed her hips. He wanted to touch all of her, to claim every inch of her skin with his hands and his lips. But their time here was short - and the kitchen door did not lock. He made do through the silk of her dress, wishing it was the silk of her skin instead. 

But wishing did not make it enough. Not nearly so. His hands tangled in the fabric of her skirt, tugging it up around her thighs. 

“Gilbert . . . wait . . . the door . . .” Emma’s caution should have been his as well. This love they shared was dangerous to them both. He was an enemy in this land, and she was the Belle. Nothing good could come of being caught.

“No one is coming to save you, little rabbit,” he promised. And then he knelt to kiss the satin warmth of her inner thighs. His tongue drew a path to the edge of her panties and across the soft fabric, feeling the heat of her beneath the thin silk. 

Her ragged breath and his own pounding heart were all he could hear as he slid the fabric out of his way. Gilbert felt his own breath catch as he bared her flesh. She was beautiful, every part of her. He brushed his fingers over the soft hair of her mound, almost reverent.

She shivered with anticipation, opening for him, beckoning. 

Gilbert took her. Devouring her with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. She was sweeter than anything else in that kitchen. His beloved little rabbit. As he claimed her for his own, she claimed him. With every muted gasp and breathy moan, with every twitch of her bucking hips, her hands tangling, tugging at his hair, she conquered the conqueror.

He was lost in her, and in her pleasure he was found. His skillful tongue and questing fingers teased until, with a shuddering groan, she peaked. Gilbert slid her panties back in place reluctantly. How was it that every taste of her only made him want more? 

Emma smoothed her skirts, but she could not hide the high color in her cheeks or her disheveled hair. She looked wanton and wild.

Gilbert stood, trying to calm the mess she’d made of his own hair. And just in time, as the door swung open to reveal Prince Yves. 

The impeccably dressed prince looked from Emma to Gilbert and back. “You’re . . . baking?”

“Emma is baking. I’m just here to eat.” Gilbert grinned. “But I’m rather full now.” He gave his little rabbit a look promising so much more in time. “Thank you for the meal, little rabbit.”

She gave a tremulous smile. “O-of course. I’ll . . . see you later?”

“Of course. When I’m hungry again, I know where to go.” He chuckled and then turned to go, leaving a confused looking Yves and a disheveled lover in his wake.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri Gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #very spicy

[i-write-boop-spoops]

Professor Sycamore and his S/O living together headcanons

Man, I could spend HOURS writing on this topic and I still wouldn't be done. This is literally over 1k words and I feel like I have more to say about living in Lumiose with the franchise's hottest professor.

If you've been around here long enough, you'd know I have two headcanons for Sycamore that you'd have to pry from my cold dead hands, him being a smoker and a divorcee. I mention that because they play a role in this.

Features domestic fluff, gn! reader and references to sex

Enjoy!

Moving in together just kind of… happened

No big discussion or anything

Your lease was up in a few weeks

You were keen to move into somewhere bigger, and nicer

Luckily, your boyfriend just so happened to have a lovely, spacious apartment

“Well, why don’t you just come live with me?” he asked one day while you were announcing your house-hunt

It made total and complete sense

At that point, you were already spending half the week there anyways

Sycamore's apartment is quite close to the lab

Just in one of the alleys off the south boulevard

It has wo bedrooms, a joint kitchen-dining-living area, an office, and two balconies

Situated on the top floor of the building

It has a chic, yet approachable, feel to it, a bit untidy

Plenty of vintage furniture and beautiful art-pieces

White linen curtains and embroidered cushions

Full of plants and beautiful flowers

It smells like lavender the most

Sycamore is DEFINITELY a vinyl guy

He has a gramophone that’s twice his age that’s his pride and joy

First thing he does when he comes home is dropping the needle on whatever record strikes him that day

The only time you get to chose what’s playing is if you get home first

Or if you turn up your Bluetooth speaker loud enough hehe

The last time Augustine lived with someone was his ex-spouse

In this apartment actually

He’s witnessed a home turn into a glorified flat-share, a sweetheart to a roommate

When you first moved in, the boxes reminded him of when his ex moved out

He got very anxious for a moment, fearing a repeat of that with you

But seeing your excited smile really calmed him down

The smell of fresh baked bread and pastries wafts in from the bakery down the street every morning

Sycamore smokes, but he's taken to smoking out on the balcony or in the street to keep you away from the nastiness

You might catch him smoking inside when he has friends over, or if he’s stressing in the office

Or after you fuck

He loves grocery shopping with you!

Whether it's the big shop for the week

Or just heading down to grab some bread for the morning

He’s the one who cooks most often

Which is good, because he is amazing

You are the envy of many of your friends, because not only is your S/O handsome, romantic, intelligent and charming – he can whip up a five-star quality meal for you in no time

You love attempting new recipes together

Or even just learning tips and tricks from him

You do cook on your own from time to time

Mainly breakfast

Poor guy needs as much sleep as he can get!

When you do cook dinner, it’s usually because he’s held up at the lab

He really appreciates coming home to a hot meal made by his darling

Sometimes neither of you are in the mood to cook

You walk in from work and look at each other and say "Let's go out for dinner"

And immediately turn around and leave lol

b u b b l e  b a t h s

Yes! So many bubble baths!

With candles and plenty of wine

It's a great way to unwind after a stressful day

Sycamore takes skincare seriously!

So it’s not uncommon to see him in a facemask at home

He's started to go grey

Just a few strands

He hasn't swallowed his pride enough yet to a. let it happen or b. go to a professional to colour it

So you're helping him!

Eventually he will transition to salt and pepper (very distinguished!), but not yet!!

When it’s just the two of you at home, clothes are optional

You’re used to it now, but it was real shock walking into the kitchen on your third day being there

And finding him reading the newspaper, completely naked

Not that you minded ofc ;)

Unfortunately Sycamore finds himself staying late at work way more often than he’d like to

You stay up for him, watching crap on the television, just to make sure he gets home safe and gets hugs and his dinner

He takes work home sometimes too

He prefers that, even just to hear you tottering about the place through the walls of his office

You make quite the assistant, popping your head in every now and then to see if he needs a snack or a coffee or a kiss or a blowjob to keep him going

Sometimes he does his work in the kitchen just to be closer to you

It’s funny, you never thought in a million years, you’d have a celebrity in your living room

But Sycamore’s oddly well-connected with a lot of very important people

You’ve shared a charcuterie board with Lysandre, had Diantha stay in your guest room after too many bottles of wine

Apparently Steven Stone is coming over next week?!

Your boyfriend never makes you play maid or try exclude you when his friends are over, famous or not

It’s your home too – you deserve to take part in any social activities that take place there

Plus, he thinks you’re wonderful and his friends should know you!

There is not nearly enough closet space in your room for the both of you

You’re invaded the closet in the guest room too lol

Going on walks is quite common for the two of you

Even at the most random of times

It’ll be four a.m.

Neither of you can sleep

And you find yourselves throwing some clothes on and wandering around Lumiose

So quiet, so peaceful, from how it usually is

Your balconies are also a great way to observe the city

On warm mornings, you like to eat your breakfast out there together, watching the people and cars beneath you

Seeing employees rush to work, witnessing families on their walk to school

In the height of the summer heat, you spend countless evenings on your balconies

Drinking wine, holding hands, content in each other’s presence  

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[awkwardwitch]

Get ready for Monday in corporate hell

It's Sunday night and I'm already getting the creeps. I can't enjoy my peaceful time at home, because I can't stop thinking about what awaits me tomorrow in corporate hell 👹. Here I'll try to share a few tips and tricks on how to survive the dreadful Monday with some upfront preparation.

Plan some meals/snacks for the week

I do not pack lunch for every day, but on Sundays I try to prepare something extra to take with me on Monday morning.Some fancy overnight oats or chia pudding with fruity toppings waiting in the fridge surely makes it easier to get up at the crack of dawn.

Lay out a favorite outfit / plan a weekly rotation

Usually I like to plan my outfits for the workweek at one go. Instead of frantically searching for an acceptable shirt in the morning , I lay out everything at night while blasting music or listening to an interesting podcast.Looking good at work instantly helps with my confidence. You can also use a fave outfit to form a protective shield around yourself, to express your individuality under the corpo mask or to power dress in the hope of career advancement.

Get up a little big earlier

I know, it sounds controversial. I can't bring myself to do this everyday,but I found that if I add in a little bit of extra time first thing in the morning just for myself it can really make a difference. I percieve the day as longer, and work as less significant in it. I usually do some studying or just pleasure reading at this time, but I highly recommend stretching, meditation or working out too.

Schedule something fun for the weekdays

For the humble droid in corporate hell time is of the essence. I try to schedule something to look forward to during the week to avoid feeling like I only live on the weekend. Be it a spa night at home or a quick catch up with a friend over lunch I try to romanticise my life as much as possible.

Get distracted

If the anxiety really starts to kick in,the best thing you can do is to distract yourself to the best of your abilities. Put on music, do a quick workout, call up a friend. The key is to immerse yourself in an activity of your choice, that will not leave you any room to think about anything else. Don't even try to relax, that won't work. Play a videogame, crochet, bake, do whatever you like doing that requires your full attention. If you lack the energy or motivation, put on an immersive comfort TV show and wrap yourself in a blanket. This might do the trick too.

I hope this little list will help somebody the way it helped me. Now it's time for me to go and scream into my 🚿.

Kind regards,

awkwardwitch

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[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I'm With You - Chapter 8.1

Good evening fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever time it is for you! We have made it to the next chapter! If you're running behind and need to catch up, you can find all previous installments on my handy dandy Table of Contents here. Things have been going so well, but Sersi seems to be plotting something, at least according to Druig. What could it possibly be? Find out now, in the next mini-chapter of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off!

Despite sharing his suspicions with her, Druig soon got the idea that Makkari might not be trustworthy when it came to whatever Sersi was plotting. Perhaps he was just imagining things. After all, this was the first time Druig had initiated an investigation, so Makkari may just have decided to follow his lead. That said, she hadn't shown much enthusiasm for it either, which simply wasn't like her. Makkari had been analyzing Sersi and Dane's interactions for weeks. After Dane was eliminated, she'd still kept Sersi under close observation. The fact that she wasn't sharing any findings with him now that he was doing the investigating was odd, to say the least. Whatever Sersi was up to, perhaps Makkari was involved as well. Either way, Hunter had already had enough.

" It could be literally anything," he said, obviously annoyed. Druig had been talking about it for a few days at work now. "They could be planning a shopping trip or a bank heist for all you know. Maybe that's why they can't tell you."

"If it was a shopping trip, Makkari would've just told me. If it was a heist, she'd probably enlist my help," Druig retorted.

"What role would you even have in a bank heist?"

"Whatever role she picked for me." This answer elicited an eye roll and a muttered "bloody hell" from Hunter, which Druig pointedly ignored as he continued. "The point is she's keeping something from me, and Sersi is up to something. I don't think it's a coincidence."

"Okay, fine. Maybe that's the case," he conceded. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"Try to figure out what it is."

"And if it's harmless, you'll look like a nosy idiot," Hunter pointed out.

"So I figure it out without tipping them off," Druig responded quickly. "It probably isn't bad, right?"

"Mate, don't question what a woman gets up to with her friend. Whatever they're doing, it's probably best to just leave them to it," he replied.

"So, you admit they're likely up to something," Druig challenged, narrowing his eyes.

"Seriously?" Hunter looked tired, but he didn't back down from Druig's steady gaze as he continued. "I take it you still haven't figured out how she feels about you, then?"

Druig's stare faltered, his momentary triumph dissolving. "Not exactly."

He resented the smug look that settled on Hunter's face. "Do you ever think about just… asking her out and seeing what she says?"

"Against the rules," Druig muttered, turning away from his co-worker to rummage through a random box. It was after hours, so he couldn't rely on a well-timed customer to get him out of the conversation this time.

"Right, against the rules. The rules that you already broke to hang out with her outside of competition time. Twice."

Druig threw his head back and groaned in annoyance, not that it deterred Hunter in the slightest.

"Mate, you're practically dating already."

"And I told you I don't think those counted as dates."

"Well, maybe you would know if you asked her what she thought instead of using this 'investigation' as an excuse to poke about."

"It's not that simple, and you know it!" Druig finally snapped. "She's one of the best friends I've ever had. If she doesn't feel the same way, or I mess this up and get us kicked out of the competition, I could lose her."

Hunter's expression softened as he took in his co-worker's outburst. "Alright, fair point," he conceded. "So, maybe you wait until one of you gets eliminated. But you don't want to wait too long, yeah? I had a mate who was friends with a girl for over a decade before he finally asked her out."

"You've told me about him before. Aren't they married with kids now?"

"Yeah, but they could've gotten there a lot sooner if they'd sorted out their feelings faster." Now Druig was feeling quite done with Hunter, but the latter still wasn't finished talking. "What I'm trying to say is don't wait too long. You might want to find out how she feels before a decade goes by."

"Great, thanks for the advice," Druig said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I mean it. It sounds simple, but as you already know, easier said than done," Hunter insisted with surprising earnestness. "At least think about it before you continue your little investigation."

"Alright," he conceded. Satisfied, Hunter grabbed an empty box and took it out of the room. Druig thought about it for about ten seconds before resolving to continue his little investigation.

-

Druig really was the Watson to Makkari's Sherlock. Despite his best efforts, he could not for the life of him figure out what she and Sersi might be up to. The only option he had left, aside from asking directly, was to ask indirectly. He may have gotten Sersi to come to dinner without drawing too much suspicion, but he wasn't sure it would work a second time, and more often than not, Makkari could read him like a book. This would be an especially tricky task to pull off.

As Saturday morning rolled around, Druig did his best to act as he normally would. He casually greeted his fellow bakers, reserving his best smile for Makkari. She smiled warmly back as she bid him good morning. They chatted about their weeks as they waited for Sersi to emerge, late as ever. He waited until they were on the shuttle to get down to business.

I haven't had much luck figuring out what Sersi's planning, he told Makkari.

Me neither, she replied. She hasn't been posting lately, which doesn't give me much to work with.

I suppose we could try talking to her, see if she slips up and gives anything away, he suggested, hoping he wasn't being too obvious.

That is a thought, she said pensively. I say we give it a go. Do you want to take point, Watson?

I suppose I should. It is my investigation, after all, he said.

She smiled fondly at him before turning her attention to the scenery. The game was certainly afoot.

-

Is Makkari actually in on it, or is Druig just paranoid? I'm afraid you'll have to wait to find out 😅 Anyway, hope you enjoyed this mini-installment, and yes, Hunter is 100% talking about Fitzsimmons!

Part 27

#lovelyfanatical shares #drukkari gbbo au #drukkari #druig x makkari #eternals #eternals fanfiction #hunter is so done #self indulgent references to my other otp :P

[iii-days-grace]

The Father, the Bun, and the Holy Ghost

Hey! I don't have the spoons today to put this up and tag it on AO3 and/or Knotfic, but I wanted to post it anyway. I'll upload it there in a few days or whenever I have the time and energy.

In that case, consider this a sort of open beta reading :) Summary: Shawn and Sid get the munchies one night while on tour, and explore a new city to find a restaurant with an unusual theme.

Word Count: 1076

Rating: Gen

Characters: Sid Wilson, Shawn Crahan

Pairing: 0/6

The Father, the Bun, and the Holy Ghost

‘Sorry daddy, I’ve been -’

Shawn swats Sid from across the table. ‘That’s not the words. Here.’ He shoves a fry into his hand and pops the lid from off Sid’s drink. Not technically the right ritual either, but they’ll skip the confession shit for now. The food is hot, so state of grace be damned.

As he shifts he catches a whiff of pot stink from his jacket. They shared another joint on the way over so he knows they both have to stink at this point, all the smoke and sweat and probably other things liberated by the misty spring rain they had walked through to get here. Everything in this city closed early for some reason.

But this is a burger place somewhere close to midnight, who else is it open for anyway besides the stoners?

Probably not good Christian boys, even if weed was legal in this country. He thinks. He doesn’t have time to remember such things on tour. Nobody seems to be batting an eye about the smell of the Devil’s lettuce though, so they’re probably fine.

Something about the cocktail tickles his limbic system in a way that reminds him of evenings spent loitering behind the high school, bumming smokes off each other from friends and tucking butts inside their pockets to avoid leaving evidence.

Anyway, the stench that leaches off them still doesn’t mask the hot and crispy smell from off the trays. Thick-cut golden fries with skin, the burger bleeds that weird pink juice that isn’t blood, but sure looks like it — nothing like the anaemic grey things they usually manage to grab from a drive-through between shows.

‘Earth to Shawn?’ Sid’s still holding his fry between his fingertips like a joint, waiting.

‘Alright, alright. Now eat it.’ Shawn sloshes the open drink in one hand as he gestures. A few drops — (the blood of Christ, amen) — land on the buns, fries scattered around it like manna (don’t worry, I’ll pay. Let’s go. No, it’s not too far, we’ll walk, I’m starving.) Midnight, high school, hotel. Follow the fryer and grease smell inside.

Where were they again?

He shakes his head and floats himself back down to Earth, and listens to the ice crackling in his drink as he waits for the man across the table to finish chewing. Somewhere between one and thirty minutes later, Sid conquers the solitary little fry and grins.

‘Okay, now gimme the blood,’ he says, wiggling his fingers in a lazy impression of Count Dracula.

He pauses. ‘Wait, does this make us vampires? Holy shit, is Jesus a zombie?’ Sid whispers in horror — maybe dramatic, but maybe real if his high is anything like the one smoothing out Shawn’s frontal lobes.

Grabbing Shawn’s free hand, Sid peels his sparkling, bloodshot eyes open like he’s about to spill some big secret and over the table. Sid blinks, trying and mostly failing to focus, his eyes swimming a little as he’s distracted by the neon sign over Shawn’s shoulder.

Shawn’s facing away from the wall, but he can see the logo mirrored on the window, shimmering through the glazed reflection and backlit by the city lights beyond it.

‘Sidney.’

‘Are we cannibals?’

‘You’re not even Catholic. Do you want me to do it or not?’ Shawn asks. Goddamn zombie Jesus. He sighs. An argument for when they’re more baked, perhaps.

Not that they’re being proper about the thing anyway, but this isn’t much of a church either, let alone a cathedral, so who cares. Despite the topical verses printed on the cups and the cheeky golden calf by the tip jar (’alms for the poor’). In another life he might be able to remember what the verses are about, but currently his attention is doing double duty.

Shawn holds the drink to Sid’s face and gently backhands him again when he moves to pick it up. Sid gets the idea and lets Shawn hold the cup while he takes a sip, swishing it around in his mouth. He looks at Shawn expectantly.

‘That’s it?’

‘By the power vested in me by the state of Iowa, I now pronounce you cleansed of fast food sins. Heathen. Can we eat now?’

‘Can I have your pickle?’

‘What, your thirst hasn’t been slaked yet? Spiritually speaking of course. Don’t waste the blessing, or we’ll have to do it all over again.’ He laughs and shakes his head, and peels open his sandwich, plopping the vinegary wafer onto Sid’s plate.

‘You’re gross,’ he says.

‘Hey, fuck you, it was your weed.’

Sid tucks the evil green thing into the real lettuce and folds his burger back together. Shawn methodically snaps the lid back on his drink and unwraps his straw, squinting at the verse printed on the paper, something from Ecclesiastes. One of the nicer books of the thing, if he remembers correctly. He tucks the paper his pocket to look up in the bedside Bible back at the hotel.

They eat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights and the sizzle of fries cooking. Now and then the doorbell jingles as someone enters the restaurant. Sid bums the occasional fry from his plate; Shawn lets him. The high settles into his muscles as the food sits warm in his belly.

There's no clock in here, but the sound of the remaining ice cubes rattling as Sid finishes his drink bring him back to Earth again.

Sid taps his arm.

‘Hey, I saw a fried chicken place with a sexy chicken lady logo on the way here. Do you think that one’s themed like a strip club?’

Sure, why not? If a burger could be redeemed, chicken probably could too.

‘Let’s check it out. There’s a mini-fridge in the room for leftovers.‘

They clear their table and stack the trays on top of the bin. Shawn slips his jacket back on again as they go outside. As they open the door, in the distance, he fancies he hears the ring of a church bell.

‘I’ll buy,’ Shawn says, ‘but you owe me a joint for this one.’

Sid laughs and gently shoves into Shawn with his shoulder, hands in his pockets as they head back into the night.

‘Any time, dude. Any time.’

FINI

Ecclesiastes 9:7 - Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for God has already approved what you do.

#original post #my writing #sd wlsn #shwn crhn #0/6 #wrote the first draft of this a while ago while also very stoned #currently doing a tolerance break this month and hashtag god i wish that were me #living vicariously through 2 of my favourite stoner boys <3 #this is gen but take what you will from the innuendos haha

[talesfromsiteredacted]

SCP: Standard Cooking Protocols

As part of the new Enrichment Protocols, I'm tasked with giving a cooking lesson to 053, Evie. Today's lesson: Papa Snow's Anomalously Delicious Chocolate Chunk Cookies. Since my favorite niece can barely see the counter, never mind work an oven, she's sitting on a stool handing the premeasured ingredients to me.

It's early afternoon, and the first activity in the new division is underway. Evie wanted to know how my dad taught me to bake her favorite cookies, so I'm showing her. We're in the staff breakroom kitchen, both in lemon print aprons. I tied Evie's hair back in pigtails, no one likes hair in their cookies, least of all our big cranky reptile buddy. Once I pin my hair into a messy bun, we get to work. I've measured out all the stuff from flour to vanilla, in the exact amounts, most of it in plastic bags except the eggs.

"Okay, first we need the sugar and the butter. Add a splash of vanilla, and I'll whip the whole thing up. That's step one."

"Why the sugar and butter first?" Evie asks as I add the sweet powder to the dairy component. As I blend it, I explain.

"By mixing the so-called wet stuff first, we can get it more evenly mixed. Pretty sure not everybody is into big hunks of butter in their cookie dough." Once I'm satisfied, I move to the next part. Evie passes the eggs and vanilla, and I pour the brown liquid in.

"The trick to not getting shell in the bowl is just crack them gently on a flat surface, then bend back the shell." I show her Dad's method. No shell, no problem! In they go, a-one, a-two, then more mixing.

"Can you eat eggshells?"

"You can, but I think they're a bit too crunchy to catch on as a snack." I check the recipe. Ah, the dry phase can begin.

"Flour, please." Evie hand over the largest sack, I snip off a corner with scissors and use the open tip to funnel the flour in. It's an advantage to premeasuring, even if doing it is a pain in the buns. Even so, there's still a bit of stray flour before I'm done. The rest of the powdery stuff goes in next, baking soda and a tiny bit of salt.

"Why add the salt?"

"It brings out the sweet in the cookie, makes it taste better. This stuff was once so valuable the Romans used it to pay the army. That was before refrigeration was a big thing, and there wasn't ice around. It preserves food too. Just don't go eating a lot of salted meat without water, it dries your mouth out a little too much." I turn to my eager assistant. "I've been doing all the work here, wanna dump in the chocolate chunks for me? Just pull the top open, and let them rip." Evie pours in the chunks, I start stirring again. As I do, I ask her a question.

"So, Most Trusted and Best Baker's Helper Ever, what do we do with all these cookies once they're baked and cool?"

"We eat some, silly!"

"We eat all these, we'll be sick. Maybe one or two for right now, then we box the rest up to share with Mr. Lizard later, during storytime? I'm sure the big guy likes a good cookie too."

"Well, there is a lot of them. Maybe someone else needs a cookie too. Ooh! 999! He loves cookies. Why don't we save him some?"

"Great idea, Evie. Wanna hear a secret? I heard one of our new hires, Dr. Miller hasn't had a cookie in a while. I'll take her some on my way to see some of the Keters. I do have to drop off a dozen to 682, after all." I look at the bowl, yep. We have achieved dough. Time to bake. This is the part Evie shouldn't be too involved with as a kid, that oven is hot. So, time for a visit to Nook's Cranny while Auntie Rabbit finishes the job and tidies up.

"Okay, break time, Evie. It's going to be a while before the final product, so why not check out your village? I have the game set, have fun. Say hi to Bob for me."

She starts playing my DS while I handle the rest. Before long, everything is done, including the dishes. Evie looks up.

"All done so soon?"

"Yep. I learned to clean up as I go, leaves more time for fun that way. The cookies are almost ready to be packed up. But... there's the final step. This is the most important part, okay? So, total honestly here. Are you ready for the final test?"

"What is it?"

"We each eat one, and say if it's tasty or not. This was the part Dad told me was both the best and hardest, judging what you made. Ready? Here comes phase one test. Evie, start your chompers!" She giggles as I hand her a fresh cookie. She takes her first bite, and that huge smile tells me we have succeeded. As she's devouring the test sample, a familiar orange gelatinous mound of glee wobbles in, lured by the scent of fresh cookies.

"Hey, 999? Mind running an unauthorized test for us?" I hand him a cookie, placing it on his top. It sinks in, he chirps in happiness. "Okay, test successful. We have made some very good cookies." We box up most of the rest to be shared, but we all take just one more cookie each.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #dr rabbit #scp 053 #scp 999

[hyrulepublications]

The Cooking Pot- Small zine-type publication in the Hateno Area slowly gaining popularity. Unfortunately, the author shared WAY to much information...

For large family gatherings back in Hateno Village, my mother used to break out our expensive, authentic Goron Spice and used it to make the most wonderful curry. Everyone used to go absolutely crazy for it, and we’d always have to make multiple servings just so we wouldn’t run out! This curry is also perfect for cold weather and sick days, because it packs a punch that will both warm your insides and clear out your nose! Below I’ve written down the recipe so that you can make this for yourself, in the same format that my great grandmother wrote it down in. Just remember that you have to always use the freshest ingredients, and...

...check your spice level constantly! We have had many the occasion where people partook and then had to drink a bucket of milk! Most of the skills I discuss here should be remembered from previous editions of The Cooking Pot, so double-check those copies if you get confused! For new readers, I have included the skills below! I remember when Grandpappy Ragoll taught me how to fish, and harvest the meet for parts!

It all started when Grandpappy and I woke up in the dark hours before dawn, the beautiful stars and constellations leading us to the edge of Hateno Village and into the Hateno Bay.

"Lurelin village may have made fishing their trade, but nothing beats catching your own, Jalphie. Nothing."

He changed my whole world that day as we...

Recipe for Seafood Curry-Hateno Style

1 Large armored porgy 1 cup of hylian rice 3 teaspoons of Goron Spice(AUTHENTIC!) 1 cup of diced tomatos 1/2 cup of Hateno Soft Cheese 1/3 cup of milk 2 cups of water 1 large crab 2 river snails 1 small fortified pumpkin 3 thinly sliced endura carrots 1 sunshroom, thinly sliced. To Taste: Hylian Herb, rock salt, blue nightshade, pepper, saffron(breed of your choice, we prefer electric), and Mighty Thistle. Step 1: To begin, prepare all the ingredients. Pro-tip: Have them set out so you don't have to stop! Step 2: place crab(uncooked), and the skeleton of the armored porgy in the pot with the chosen herbs, barring Hylian Herb- this works best an an aromatic, and water! Step 3: Cook this untill the water has evaporated some, and the liquid more closely resembles soup stock. Then remove crab and fishbones, and add vegtables, tomatos, mushrooms, and the goron spice. Step 4: While these cook, take the pumpkin and bake it for around an hour. Step 5: Clear out the pumpkin of the meat, and add to the soup pot. Stir and mix thoroughly. Step 6: Add crab meat(not shell!) into the curry pot to combine with the other supplies. Remove the river snail shells. Add cheese, and melt. Step 7: Move stew into pumpkin to serve, and enjoy!

Written by Jalph Rozudo

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[moemoemammon]

T...Tiramisu with madelines? 👀💕

YEAH

Madelines are so good man. They're like a dense sponge cake that tastes like vanilla and butter. They soak up the espresso well without getting too soggy (so you'll have to dip em a little longer than you'd dip ladyfingers) and BOY do they make a difference

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