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novlr · 3 months

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What are some ways to describe summer ?

Summer is not just a season; it’s a vibrant setting that can add life and color to your writing. Whether you’re crafting a sun-soaked romance or a beach thriller, the way you describe summer can immerse readers in your story. Let’s dive into how you can capture the essence of summer, focusing on the various senses and elements that make this season unique.

Sights

Sunsets that paint the sky in hues of orange, pink, and purple.

Children chasing ice cream trucks down suburban lanes.

Sunbathers dotting the coastline.

Sprinklers casting rainbows across freshly mowed lawns.

Flower gardens in full bloom, a riot of colours.

Sunglasses showing reflections of the bright world.

Sun hats and flip-flops scattered around pool decks.

Fireflies illuminating the night.

Street markets bustling with locals buying fresh produce.

Hikers on forest trails.

Sounds

The cacophony of cicadas in the late afternoon.

Waves crashing against the shore in a constant rhythm.

The sizzle and pop of barbecues in backyards.

Children’s laughter as they play outside.

Ice clinking in glasses of lemonade or cocktails.

The distant whirr of lawn mowers.

Splashes and shouts from swimming pools.

Chirping songbirds greeting the morning.

The crackle of bonfires during cool summer nights.

The melodic chimes of ice cream trucks roaming the streets.

Smells

The salty tang of sea air at the beach.

The overpowering scent of chlorinated pools.

Freshly cut grass after morning lawn care.

The scent of sunscreen and tanning oils on warm skin.

The smoky aroma of grills at a neighborhood cookout or family barbeque.

Fragrant blossoms like jasmine and roses in full bloom.

The earthy smell of rain on hot pavement.

The mix of fruits, vegetables, fried food, and flowers at an open-air market.

Melting tar with an accompanying heat shimmer on hot roads.

Campfire smoke clinging to clothes and hair during outdoor adventures.

Activities

Beach volleyball games, sand flying as players dive for the ball.

Leisurely picnics in the shade of ancient trees.

Hiking trips taking advantage of the long daylight hours.

Sailing and boating, the wind filling sails on sunlit waters.

Outdoor concerts, where music floats on the warm night air.

Road trips with car windows down, hair whipping in the wind.

Fruit picking in orchards and berry farms.

Camping under the stars, a tent and a sleeping bag for a home.

Water fights with hoses, water guns, and balloons.

Attending summer festivals full of food, music, and dance.

Character body language

Wiping sweat from the brow or fanning themselves to cool down.

Squinting against the harsh sunlight or seeking out spots of shade.

Sipping cold drinks, or gulping down water.

Lounging lazily, limbs relaxed and sprawled out.

Applying sunscreen meticulously.

Adjusting sunglasses or hats for better protection.

Dipping toes tentatively into the sea or a pool.

Tugging at clothes sticking to sweat-dampened skin.

Laughing with carefree abandon, a reflection of summer’s ease.

Turning pages of a paperback with fingers damp from pool water.

Positive descriptions

The liberating feeling of diving into cool water on a scorching day.

The tranquil peace of a sunrise beach yoga session.

The simple pleasure of ice cream melting on the tongue.

The bliss of a hammock nap swayed by a gentle breeze.

The joy of endless blue skies promising adventure.

The warmth of sun-kissed skin after a day outdoors.

The satisfaction of a well-tended garden coming to life.

The contentment of sharing a sunset with loved ones.

The thrill of catching the perfect wave while surfing.

The comfort of balmy evenings spent on porch swings.

Negative descriptions

The oppressive heat making the air feel thick and suffocating.

The relentless buzzing of mosquitoes on a muggy night.

The sting of sunburn after a day of neglecting sunscreen.

The frustration of packed tourist spots and overcrowded beaches.

The exhaustion induced by long days and sweltering heat.

The discomfort of air thick with humidity.

The annoyance of sand finding its way into every nook and cranny.

The disappointment of a rained-out picnic or canceled event.

The lethargy of a heatwave, energy sapped by the relentless sun.

The discomfort of trying to sleep in an overheated, uncooled room.

Helpful Adjectives

Scorching

Balmy

Sultry

Languid

Radiant

Dazzling

Parched

Breezy

Rippling

Sweltering

Sunny

Lush

Blistering

Tropical

Vibrant

Humid

Verdant

Golden

Glowing

Fragrant

Torrid

Tranquil

Crisp

Sizzling

Flaming

Steamy

Refreshing

Shimmering

Lazy

Stifling

Invigorating

Sparkling

Zesty

Fervent

Stuffy

Arid

Saturated

Juicy

Sunbaked

Fetid

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bigtreefest · 2 months

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Touch My Butt

Pairing: Jake Jensen x reader one-shot

Summary: Dating Jake is great, he’s such a gentleman

Word count: 1,506

Content/warnings: mostly fluff, is this what a meet-cute is?, allusions to smut if you squint, the lightest thigh grinding, adorkable awkward Jake, accidental pervy statements, butt-touching, I don’t think I used any pronouns (aka gn!reader), no use of Y/N

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for awhile, and it’s one of those things that came out pretty much exactly how I had it in my head, so that makes me really happy.

Who doesn’t love a hot nerd who doesn’t know he’s hot??

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Main Masterlist

You and Jake had been going out for nearly a couple of months now. You had met originally at a coffee shop where he had complimented your pants, standing behind you as you both were waiting for your drinks.

“Hey, I really like your pants. So many pockets. And the buttons are really cool on the back ones, here.”

You slowly turned around, eyes trailing up from a slim waist to a broad chest, and eventually a pair of blue eyes, tucked behind glasses, just as they started to go wide with realization at what he had said.

“Oh my gosh, I-uh, not that I was looking at your back pockets on purpose, I mean- I didn’t mean to look at your butt at all- not at you at all”

His cheeks began to tinge red and his gaze was glued to the floor, scared to look back up at your eyes, worried for the confrontation that could come from his awkwardness and inability to read the room. His buff arm was rubbing the back of his neck, bicep bulging as you dipped your head in an attempt to meet his gaze.

You instantly giggled “It’s okay. I think I know what you’re trying to say. Thank you for the compliment, I really like these pants, too.”

You turned back around before you got the chance to embarrass yourself in front of the hot, dorky stranger just as your name was called. You grabbed your drink, turned and winked at him, and left to continue the errands on your list, heading to the grocery store.

You were making your way through the produce aisles, figuring out which fruits and vegetables would be best for your meals for the next couple weeks when your eyes landed on the sign for an amazing deal on peaches.

You pushed your cart towards the display and grabbed a bag, examining for varying degrees of ripeness so you could have some sooner, and others wouldn’t peak until next week. Just then you heard the stray squeaky wheel of a cart stop behind you, thinking it was just another shopper going about their business until you heard a familiar voice.

“That’s a nice peach. You like peaches? Wait! No- I, uh, that wasn’t supposed to come out so creepy like that.”

You did your best to suppress a laugh as you paused your produce search and whipped around to see the man from the coffee shop bent at the waist with his head in his hands resting on the handle of his grocery cart. His frosted tips the only thing left on display to you.

“So, uh, is all you’re capable of doing…making allusions to my ass?”

From behind his hands, you heard a muffled “no” before he wiped his palms down his face and looked at you sheepishly. “I don’t know why that keeps happening. I really just wanted to start a conversation with you. And I promise I’m not stalking you either, I’m just out running errands today.”

“Wow, you really know how to convince a girl you’re not an axe murderer, that’s for sure.” Your eyebrows raised, but there was still a smile on your face. You believed him. He seemed genuine.

“I promise I’m not! And I promise I’ll never talk about your butt again” He bursted out, hopeful that he wasn’t blowing this. “Can I, um prove it to you? Over coffee? I mean- n-not now, obviously, you’ve still got your cup-”

“Yes.” In an attempt to save him from his adorable rambling you interjected. “Yes, I’d like to see you again, sure. In a more planned manner. But how about dinner? Tomorrow night?”

“Oh, yes, that’s perfect.” You watched as he stood up taller, shoulders back in a new-found cockiness, and grabbed a peach off the display. He tossed it up in the air and caught it in his hand a few times before you cleared your throat gently to get his attention again.

“So do you want to exchange numbers? So we can figure out the details later?” He went to reach for his phone, losing focus on the peach and fumbling it, grasping as it fell out of reach and you both watched it splat at his feet almost in slow motion.

He bent down and picked it up, placing the newly lopsided peach in his cart. “I, uh, I’ll pay for that.” He rubbed his neck again in embarrassment and looked down, scared to make eye contact. Sensing his nervousness to take another step and mess up again, you softly grabbed the phone from his hands and replaced it with your own. The two of you put your contacts into the other’s phone and handed them back.

“Ah, well, it’s nice to meet you officially,” you looked down at the new contact “…Jake. I’ll message you soon.” He was speechless and still red with embarrassment, so he just stood there and waved with a grin on his face as you left the produce and made your way to the frozens.

Dinner with Jake was great once the two of you had loosened up a little. Conversation flowed easily and you were caught up in his charm that you were sure he didn’t even know he had. This led to another date later in the week at the science center, followed by three other dates the next week, until the two of you were at one another’s apartments each night of the following.

You truly enjoyed spending time together, but you could tell Jake was trying to keep some respectful distance. He’d hold your hand when you walked or drove together, or occasionally put his hand on the small of your back, but it rarely went past that, besides the occasional times where you’d smack his butt and he’d look at you with a playful warning glare. You couldn’t help yourself, it was just so plump. It didn’t necessarily seem to go the other way, though. The one time the two of you had come close to having a heated make out session, he left his hands on your waist while yours roamed through his hair. He did look delicious with it all messed up, though, pairing well with his fogged up, crooked glasses.

Besides that, he would sit on the opposite side of your small 3-seater couch from you, allowing your legs to be tangled, and not much more. That’s what was going on tonight. It was Friday and Jake had come over for a movie marathon. You hoped this would lead to being closer to him, but he seemed enthralled with what was on the screen.

You had gotten up to get snacks, and when you came back, you plopped yourself down right next to Jake, hip to hip. He didn’t seem to mind at all. Maybe he was just trying to do everything on your terms? You snuggled up against him, lifting his arm and placing it over your shoulder, and he let you, for the rest of the movie.

Once the credits began to roll, he groggily stretched and you looked over your shoulder and up at him through your eyelashes. He smirked back down at you. Oh man, how he loved that look. He leaned down do give you a peck. This was your opportunity to push it a little farther, so you shifted to straddle his thigh.

“Is this ok?” He looked up at you in response as his hands gravitated to your waist.

“Yeah, baby. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

You placed a hand on his cheek. “If I’m so perfect, why don’t you touch me ever?”

He looked back at you intently, eyebrows furrowed. “What are you talking about? I’m touching you right now.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah, respectfully. You always touch me respectfully.”

His cheeks tinged pink. “Yeah, uh, I want you to know I respect you. And that I’m not trying to sexualize you, especially after my accidental pervy statements when we first met.”

You smiled and shook your head at him, leaning down so your foreheads met as you squeezed his cheeks softly. “And I appreciate that, I really do. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman and I see the reverence in your gaze. I hope you see it in mine, too… And how many times do I have to tell you? I didn’t really think you were a perv” you giggled quietly, still meeting his gaze, “I found it endearing.”

You sat back up and lowered your hands to grab his wrists, guiding his palms to snake around your back and down lower over the back pockets of your jeans.

“And I want you to know, it’s okay to sexualize me a little bit. Touch. My. Butt.” You punctuated with pecks, before leaning in and kissing him hard. He returned the passion with a moan, kneading where you had placed his hands and you ground against him as your hands moved back up to tousle his hair.

*screech* I love Jakey. Thank you for reading

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fickleminder · 1 year

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let us die young (or let us live forever)

Life in the Devildom living with seven demon lords is pretty darn good. If there’s one thing you’re sure of, it’s that you’re loved, wholly, irrevocably, and forever.

Rushed this in a week wooooooo *dies*

You sigh in relief as someone gently places a cool, damp towel on your heated forehead. A drop of water slides off your temple before a gloved thumb rubs it away, and you crack your eyes open blearily.

Lucifer smiles down at you. “Good morning, dearest. How are you feeling?”

“Like crap,” you groan, reaching out to grasp at his waistcoat weakly. He covers your hand with his and squeezes it in comfort. “I think it was whatever special ingredient Mammon added to my noodles yesterday…”

“And that’s why you should always follow the instructions on the cup,” the demon chides, not unkindly. Seeing you in such a pathetic state usually either amps up his sadism or makes him softer than normal. You’re just grateful it’s the latter this time.

You whine miserably. “This sucks… I feel like I’m gonna die…”

“You won’t,” comes the surprisingly firm answer to your dramatics. Lucifer looks you in the eye and dips his head. “We’ll take care of you, and we won’t ever let it come to that.”

Your cheeks warm, even with the fever. “Thanks Luci.”

Lucifer sighs at the nickname but bends forward to press a kiss to your cheek. “Rest well, love. And don’t worry, you’re safe with us.”

“Hey, you have Advanced Potions next semester right? Wanna get matching cauldron kits?”

“…Are they Ruri-chan and Azuki-tan themed?”

“You are a true friend, my Henry!” Levi gleefully adds the aforementioned items to his cart. “I can’t wait! We have to be partners during the labs, and sit at the same bench, and share notes, and OMG! They even have matching goggle sets!”

“That’s one way to get you to show up at RAD,” you laugh, watching fondly as Levi clicks away with abandon. While he’s on a roll, you take some time to think about other things you might want to order for yourself.

Some days you still can’t believe how quickly Akuzon had started to stock items from the human world, with the range of products steadily increasing by the week. It’s a promising sign that Diavolo’s exchange program is bearing fruit, and Levi’s account has more or less become a joint one; he’s a lifetime member with exclusive discounts that would take centuries for you to rack up had you created your own from scratch. Although he has to pay additional taxes for inter-realm shipping, he lets you order anything you want and is effectively your go-to man whenever you need deliveries.

All of this at your fingertips without having to leave the comfort of the house? The least you could do in return is be lab partners with your favorite otaku.

The ambient chorus of meows and purrs is interrupted by sharp vibrations from an otherwise silent phone. Satan doesn’t take his eyes off the snoozing tabby on his lap as he plucks his D.D.D. from his jacket pocket. “Hello?”

From the other side of the play area, you see him stiffen. Is everything okay? You mouth at him.

His head whips towards you with what seems like fear in his eyes, and then he does something you never imagined he’d ever do:

He shakes the sleeping cat off and quickly walks out the door.

Now worried, you gently extricate yourself from the furry pile you’ve been lounging under and follow him.

“—call you back, now’s really not a good time… Thanks, Solomon.”

Satan hangs up a split second before you reach him. “Was that Sol? I haven’t heard from him in a while. Is he alright?”

“Yes, of course!” Satan hurries to assure you, plastering on a bright grin you know him well enough to tell is fake. “He was just asking about some rare books, but it’s nothing urgent.”

“You sure? If he’s in town, we can meet him along the way—”

“And let him interrupt our date? Not a chance.” He opens the door and practically manhandles you back inside. “Come on, we still have twenty minutes on the clock.”

You don’t remember the last time you spoke to Solomon, but it’d be nice to say hi and offer to catch up sometime. Maybe you can drop him a text later and arrange something. For now, your focus lies solely on the swarm of kitties begging for pets and skritches and an equally attention-hungry demon who sticks to your side like glue.

The rest of the day is spent on a cat cafe hopping spree. Satan pays for everything and demands compensation in the form of your company over dinner and a photo gallery overflowing with selfies and cats and stolen kisses.

By the time he escorts you to your room, you only have enough energy left for a quick shower before crawling into bed. You pass out the moment your head hits your pillow, and any thoughts of contacting Solomon slip your mind completely.

“Treasure, you gotta understand! The second I show my face up there, my ass is toast!”

“Lucifer says I can only go if you come with me, but I’m sure he’ll make an exception if I ask Asmo,” you threaten.

You don’t get homesick often (the Devildom has more or less become your second home after all), but on the rare occasions you do, it’s nothing a quick trip to the human world can’t remedy. Visiting family and friends, hanging out at old haunts… A good dose of nostalgia never fails to comfort you. If only you knew how to create the right portals…

Mammon looks genuinely regretful. “Listen, I just need some time, okay? After I deal with those witches, I’ll take you anywhere you want, I promise!”

You sigh, but you know you could never say no to your first man.

He must have spoken to his brothers, because after your conversation it seems like they all take turns to occupy you. Lucifer has errands he’s too busy to run, Levi embarks on the co-op mode of his current game, Satan discovers a new series of detective novels, Asmo needs a model for his upcoming fashion show, Beel wants a spotter for his latest workout routine, and Belphie can’t sleep on anything that’s not your lap.

The best part is? It actually works.

Spending time with your favorite demons is like a balm that soothes the itch in your soul, distracting you from the yearning that seeps into the cracks between your days and weighs you down. It works so well that eventually, the feeling fades away.

(Mammon never does settle his debts, but then again, when does he ever?)

Thirteen opens the door and freezes, her face as pale as a ghost.

“Hi.” You flash her a smile and wave sheepishly. “Sorry to show up out of nowhere. I—”

She grabs your arm and yanks you inside. The door shuts and locks behind you.

“Uh, it’s good to see you too?” You let yourself be dragged along a dark corridor, not wanting to get between her and whatever mission she’s on. “I just— I was wondering if I could crash here for a bit. I just need some time to decompress without the brothers constantly breathing down my neck—”

“How did you get away?” Thirteen demands, her pace not faltering in the slightest. You still don’t know where she’s taking you.

“I walked out of the house? I mean, I’m not supposed to be outside on my own, so I snuck out.”

More like you stormed off, but she doesn’t need to know that. Past a certain point, distractions became annoyances, and the brothers’ attention turned into clinginess. It was like they had lost all understanding about the concept of personal time and space, so you decided to escape to the one place they would never think to go: the reaper’s cave.

Thirteen has her D.D.D. pressed to an ear now, speaking frantically. “Solomon! I was fucking right, you bastard! Get Raphael and— Hello? HELLO?! …Shit.”

That’s right, you remember wanting to give Solomon a call several weeks back. How did you forget? More importantly—

“Since when were you two on speaking terms?” You ask. “Also, I thought you didn’t like Raphael?”

“No time to explain, just trust me.” She leads you to a familiar room and stops, turning to face you with the most serious expression you’ve ever seen. “Wait here, and don’t you dare move from this spot! You’ll be safe, I promise.”

And then she’s gone.

Your gaze drifts over the massive cavern that glitters with an ocean of life candles, gravitating towards where you know yours and the brothers’ are. All of theirs are standing strong, as expected, and yours…

It could be your imagination, but the light from your candle has an unnatural gleam to it. The flame is slightly off-shade compared to the rest and flickers erratically. Even the wax seems as though it has melted and rehardened again and again, its misshapen structure somewhat crooked—

Somebody grabs your shoulders and spins you around. You gasp, the looming shadows surrounding you preventing you from seeing their face clearly. All you can make out are a pair of peach-colored eyes and the eerie pink glow to them…

You feel the headache pounding in your skull even before opening your eyes. Groaning weakly, you hear someone pouring something before smooth, lotion-scented fingers stroke at your cheeks.

“Oh darling, are you awake?”

Asmo’s worried face is the first thing you see, hovering over you. You’re in your room, tucked snugly in your bed, and your throat is absolutely parched.

“I’m so sorry, I should have kept a better eye on you,” Asmo says, helping you sit up and handing you two hangover tablets with a tall glass of water. He holds it steady as you take small sips and waits patiently for you to finish the whole thing. “Silly me, I keep forgetting humans can’t ingest too much alcohol in one sitting without hydrating.”

“…Did we go out last night?”

“We were at The Fall, celebrating my latest cover from Majolish!” Asmo sets the glass down and presses the back of his hand against your forehead. “Are you feeling alright? Any headaches?”

The memories are a blur. You’ve always been a responsible drinker, and you’ve never passed out at a club before. Perhaps you had gotten careless; Diavolo recently started importing Demonus with actual alcohol in them, but you had gotten too used to being unaffected by copious amounts of the liquor.

Asmo takes your silence as affirmative. He pours you more water and helps you down it as well, cooing words of comfort and praise in your ear. As he holds the glass to your lips, your eyes are drawn to the fresh coat of paint on his nails.

Noticing your stare, the demon grins widely. “How about a spa day to make up for it? I can start with a manicure while you stay in bed~”

“Sounds good. You’re the best, Asmo.”

His eyes twinkle like rose diamonds in the night sky.

Beel spending hours in the kitchen is an everyday occurrence. But him cooking a special meal just for someone? Not so much.

“Aww, thank you Beel! You really didn’t have to.” The moment he sets the steaming bowl of soup down, you give him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“It’s an apology on behalf of my brothers,” he explains, pulling out your chair for you. “We knew you were feeling homesick lately but we still crowded you for attention. We’re sorry, we should have listened to you instead.”

Everyone at the dinner table nods in agreement, perfectly content to let the Avatar of Gluttony do the talking. Those silly demons… You can’t find it in yourself to hold a grudge against them.

“Apology accepted. This is such a big bowl though, do you want to share?” You offer him your spoon, but he gently pushes it back.

“It’s for you,” Beel insists, patting your head fondly. “I hope you’ll enjoy it.”

The soup is delicious, and the fact that there’s not a trace of jealousy on his brothers’ faces is a testament to how much they’ve matured.

You finish every last drop with relish.

You’re dreaming again.

It’s like you’re a spectator and a participant all at once; the world is fuzzy at the edges and you can’t hear clearly, but your body moves like an actor following a well-rehearsed script.

Someone leads you to a chair. You sit down. There’s a table with a whole cake in front of you. It’s bright outside. You can’t see their faces, but you know you’re surrounded by your family and friends. It feels like forever since you last held them.

One by one, they step forward to add a small candle to your cake. The people keep coming, they don’t stop, and soon enough you can’t even see the top layer of icing anymore. The flames seem to dance in place, slowly merging into a single entity…

The cake turns into your life candle. It stands tall and proud, unwavering, undying, and you watch as your hands reach out to grab at the wax, twisting and straining to break it in half. You think you hear a faint crack, and then—

Belphie looms over you, adjusting the towel on your forehead. He smiles when he notices that you’re awake. “Hey. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

You let him fuss over you, wiping away the excess water and tucking you back in. “W’time ‘sit…”

“A little past midnight. You went into a food coma after dinner, so Beel carried you to bed. I wanted to cuddle with you but you seemed a little feverish. Lucifer said a cold towel might help.”

“It does, I feel much better already.” Your heart warms at the thoughtful gesture. Belphie may be a lazy brat but he’s always got your back. “Cuddle now?”

“Anything for you.” He slides under the covers and makes himself comfortable, careful not to jostle you too much in the process. “Sleep. I’ll make sure you only have good dreams.”

And he does. You dream of a fancy ball at Diavolo’s castle, dressed to the nines and taking turns to dance with the brothers.

When you wake up in the morning, you’ve never felt more rested.

“It’s a little funny, now that I think about it,” you muse, pausing at the doorway while waiting for your housemates to catch up. “Normally humans can’t wait to get out of school, but if they get damned then they end up back there.”

Lucifer raises an eyebrow. “Is there anything you want to highlight about our curriculum?”

You laugh and shake your head. “I’m just picturing telling kids to study hard or they might just end up studying for the rest of their afterlives. Not being able to graduate is like a special brand of hell.”

It’s the first day of the new semester. Lucifer ushers you and his brothers out the door, strict as ever about punctuality. “Not hell, this is the Devildom.”

“I know, I know—”

“And it wouldn’t be home without you.” He smiles, taking your hand in his and holding it all the way to RAD.

#writing #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me thirteen

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ceilingfan5 · 1 year

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@taznovembercelebration embrace/refusal

There’s an apple crisp in the oven. There are thumbprint cookies on the table, next to butter cookies and chocolate crackle cookies, as well as about 3 weeks of unopened mail. There is a pound of strawberry cheesecake fudge cooling in the fridge next to an actual cheesecake that looks like a beach scene complete with seagulls, and Taako is fine.

He’s fine. Shut up about it maybe.

The pumpkin pie had gone to the neighbors Taako doesn’t hate, and the bread with all the seeds and fruits went to the neighbors he does hate, and the chocolate dipped pretzels all got eaten last night on the couch, with the TV on mute.

But he’s fine. He’s managing. Doing great, even. He’s figured out the grocery store app. You don’t even have to leave the house anymore, you just have to pay through the nose about it.

His one complaint is that usually he can bully Kravitz into doing the dishes. And, well, Kravitz has been away for a while now. Which is fine. That was the plan. He’d said there would be temporal anomalies, and that it would be a hard assignment, and that he would call when he could, but that it might not be possible, and that no matter what, he promised he’d be back soon.

And Taako, who is good at feelings, and being a person, and having a relationship, and communicating especially, said “Okay. Be safe.” And that was that.

And it’s been that. That persists, in fact, like some kind of hideous drawn-out nightmare, which Taako has not been having, thank you very much, because he’s hardly been sleeping, because it’s just easier to sleep on the couch than in the bed when you’re alone and you’re waiting for the door to open.

And it doesn’t open.

Everything is fine, and he’s doing great, and he’s being so normal about his boyfriend being away and not in the house and not in his bed and not in his arms and not here to wash the fucking dishes.

Taako does the dishes with magic anyway. So there. He does the dishes and he bakes and he goes on with his fucking business, thank you, because his life doesn’t revolve around Kravitz, and those words don’t keep replaying in his head and making him want to claw his brain goo out.

In fact, maybe he’s so capable that Kravitz is the one that needs him. Maybe he needs to get off his ass and go save Kravitz’s, and maybe he’s out there somewhere, needing him, and Taako can save the day and I-told-you-so in the same montage sequence, and Taako turns from baking like a commercial for eggnog flavored Red Bull and starts packing the essentials. He doesn��t know where he’s headed, but that’s okay. He’ll bully the fucking Raven Queen into spilling all the details. He’ll figure it out. He’s tough. He’s strong. He’s a lone wolf. He’ll destroy those fucking necromancers holding his man hostage, and he’ll save the day, and-

“Taako?”

Taako jumps and nearly cracks his head meat on the bones of the ceiling, and he whips around, wand at the ready, but it’s him, and he didn’t even do the courtesy of opening the door, like Taako’s been waiting for, he just ripped a hole in time and space and stepped through it, half burnt and covered in blood that may or may not be his, and looking weary and loving and perfect and damnable all in one easy package.

Taako, standing there with his wand in threat position, eyes wide, doesn’t know what to say, and the silence stretches.

“Taako, are you okay?” Kravitz’s sweet brown eyes are so, so soft and loving and Taako wants to fireball his ass to the sun and back. How dare he. How fucking dare he.

“Fine,” Taako breathes. He lowers his wand. “Are you? I was just about to come save your ass.”

“I almost needed it,” Kravitz croaks, smiling gently. “What’s with all the cookies?”

You don’t get to ask that, a foul voice in Taako’s head says, but it luckily doesn’t leak out. Taako’s the Tupperware of guys with problems.

“Got bored,” he drawls.

“I guess it has been a while…” Kravitz frowns. “I know I’m a bit of a mess, but I kind of thought you’d want a hug. How many days has it been?”

“Bout twenty.” So casual.

“Tw- Twenty??” Kravitz, idiot, love him, checks his watch, and gapes at Taako. “Twe- you’ve been- for twenty-”

“It’s fine.” Taako’s voice almost breaks. “Knew you’d be back soon.” Oh, nope, there it went.

It doesn’t hit Kravitz very fast. Maybe he has a head injury, maybe he’s just been through the wringer, maybe it doesn’t hurt him the same way it hurts Taako. But realization dawns on his face, and he knows he’s fucked up.

“Taako,” he whispers.

“It’s fine,” Taako insists. “Glad you’re back or whatever. Dishes need washing.”

Kravitz runs over and hugs him tightly, nearly squeezes the life out of him, with his corporeal and arguably alive? Body, and Taako forces a breath into his own stupid body, and he’s fine, and he’s fine, and he’s fine-

“I’m sorry,” Kravitz whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

And Taako cries. It’s the ugliest, shakingest, miserablest cry he’s let loose in a long fucking time, and it hurts coming out like all those stupid feelings hurt going in, and he fucking weeps in Kravitz’s arms like some kind of stupid. The hurt is old and new and bleeding again when Taako was sure he’d finally cauterized it, but fireball does not a registered nurse make. Kravitz’s stupid bastard therapist that Taako refuses to talk to might have been slightly almost right, a little, and Taako cries harder about that, too, because fuck him, that’s why.

They stand there, clutching at each other, for some time, and when Taako finally dares to look at Kravitz, his dumb lovable face is all snotty and wet too, and Taako takes a little mean comfort in that.

“You have so many cookies to eat, asshole,” Taako mumbles.

“I’ll eat every last one,” Kravitz promises. And he kisses Taako on the head. It makes him feel warm all over for the first time in ages.

“You’re bleeding on my floor.”

“Yeah, I think I am. When you’re ready, can we- medical attention, maybe?”

“Maybe,” Taako sniffs. “Only ‘cause I like you.”

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 1 year

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༉‧₊˚. 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 || 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤

― pairing: tony stark x plus size!reader

― summary: after another successful anniversary, tony finds a new way to spice up dessert time.

― warnings: food play (obvi), teasing, that's really it, nothing too explicit.

― wc: 634

⋆ a/n: thank you @lilacprincessofrecovery for this request! i'm sorry it took me so long to get it done but here it is :]

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You always enjoyed your dates that you had with Tony. Admittedly, sometimes you wished they weren't so lavish and show offy, but that was just a part of him, so you wouldn't get far with complaining. Yes, he would miss some dates, but he'd always make sure to make them up to you, even if he was neck deep in the shenanigans that he and the other Avengers had managed to get themselves into.

Like tonight, it was you and Tony's anniversary, and there was no way in hell that he was going to miss, even if the world was on the brink of extinction, but luckily, the atmosphere had seemed calm. At first, he took you out shopping, sending you out with his black card as he followed close behind you, chauffeuring your bags. Then, he had them taken home where he then took you out for dinner at a lavish restaurant where he bought out the whole place so it was just you and him, despite taking the roof top view anyways. And now you were here, perched on the counter in Tony's kitchen as he retrieved strawberry's from his fridge.

"Thank you for tonight, baby." You said as you ran his fingers through his hair. He was stood between your spread legs as you fed each other the juicy fruit. "I had to parade you around somehow." You giggled and smacked his chest, shoving a strawberry between his lips. "Eat." He watched you as he took a bite, smirking around the food as he let out and overzealous groan. "You know what would go even better with this?" He asked between chews. "And what would that be?" You asked. He turned around, swiftly examining the contents inside of the fridge once more before turning around.

Your eyes then landed on a can of whipped cream.

"Tony," You said knowingly. "What? I'm not doing anything." Their was mischief written all over his face as he stepped between your legs once more. "Just open wide." You glared at his insinuation, but nonetheless did what he told you. Instead of the cream making it into your mouth, he sprayed some on the side of your mouth, some of it trailing down your neck. "Whoops," Tony said, "'Guess I got to clean you up." He licked the side of your mouth, pulling a small gasp from you. His teasing mouth didn't stop, trailing down your neck and sucking on the spot where he had missed.

You combed your fingers through his hair, surrendering yourself to him. You turned pliant under his palms, allowing him to pull back so that he can look you in your eyes.

"Take off your dress, I've got an idea." You didn't hesitate to rip the expensive garment off of you, tossing it hapazardly over your shoulder. "Lay on your back." You slowly lowered yourself down, your back arching at the feeling of the cold, expensive granite against your skin. "This better be worth my time, Stark." You said teasingly. He returned the same energy, nipping at your stomach lightly. You allowed him to decorate your chub with the sweet substance, Tony making a heart and then putting a 'T' in the middle of it.

You let out a laugh the quickly fell into a moan as he tongued at your skin. He then reached for the red fruit, dipping it into the T and taking a bite of it.

"I swear it tastes better since it's been on you." He spoke. You whined in embarrassment but allowed him to keep eating off of you once more. It was strangely pleasurable, the contrast of the cool whipped cream to the warm feeling of his velvet muscle. Your head fell back, your chest rising and falling as you all but practically purred.

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nymphoheretic · 1 year

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Food Play: Incorporating the food or foods of your choice and liking into sexual play and activity

Synopsis: Its no secret Yoruichi has a sweet tooth. And her favorite treat after strawberries and cream is you.

Warnings: Food play, oral sex, FxF, Fem!reader, mentioning of a strap(but its called a cock)

Word Count: 0.6k

Pairing: Yoruichi Shihoin x F!reader

Tags: @tokyometronetwork @sailewhoremoon @shirohyorin @rozentias @bookandyarndragon @stygianoir @babiefwuit @bakugosbratx

You let out a whimper when gold eyes peer down at you, a can of whipped cream in her nimble fingers. The cool cream sprayed out of the nozzle and landed on the heated skin of your breasts. Yoruichi swirls the can so that the white substance forms a small pile around your nipples until they were covered in the sweet treat.

Yoruichi licks her lips slowly as she grabs a few strawberries, dropping them on top of the piles before grabbing the bottle of chocolate syrup and pouring it on. “There we go. Nice and sweet for me.”

“Yoruichi...” You whine, your body heat causing the cool cream to start to melt and drip down the side of your body. “It’s gonna get on the sheets.”

The violet-haired woman smirks down at you as she uses her finger to swipe up the trails of melting cream up into her mouth. “Then I better start licking it up.”

Yoruichi cups your breast in her hand and lowered her face, sticking out her tongue to lap at the white sweetness covering it. She smiles when she hears your silken cries of pleasure when she swirls the tip of her tongue over your pebbled nipple.

The pile of whiped cream sitting on top of it, was dripping down into your slit, making the folds sticky. You let out another whine at the cool, sticky feeling. “Yoruichi...baby...it's still melting.”

Licking at the pile of cream, Yoruichi feasts on the sweetness, lapping it up slowly. “So sweet and all for me.” Once the whipped topping was licked clean, she grabs the strawberry and presses it against your slick folds.

You jolt in surprise at the feeling of the fruit probing at your hole. “Yoruichi! What are you...” You try to look down at her, but your head falls back against the pillow when she circles the strawberry through your dripping pussy, gathering your cream on it. “Oh fuck...” You move you hips as your lover fucks you with the red fruit.

“Oh no, look at that mess.” She uses her thumbs to spread your lips open and the red juices spill out. “Looks like I’ll need to keep on eating my dessert until it's all cleaned up.”

Laying back, you thread your fingers through her hair and push her face deeper into your dripping cunt. “I expect to do this to you in return.”

“Of course, my love.” She purrs, golden eyes twinkling as she stares up at you before her tongue returns to lick your puffy little clit. “But only after I’ve had my cream.”

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kxkyuu · 2 years

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Food Play: Incorporating the food or foods of your choice and liking into sexual play and activity

Synopsis: Its no secret Yoruichi has a sweet tooth. And her favorite treat after strawberries and cream is you

Warnings: Food play, oral sex, FxF, Fem!reader, mentioning of a strap(but its called a cock)

Word Count: 0.6k

Pairing: Yoruichi Shihoin x F!reader

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You let out a whimper when gold eyes peer down at you, a can of whipped cream in her nimble fingers. The cool cream sprayed out of the nozzle and landed on the heated skin of your breasts.Yoruichi swirls the can so that the white substance forms a small pile around your nipples until they were covered in the sweet treat.

“Gotta make sure my dessert is nice and sweet.” She coos as she sprays cream on the other breasts before moving the nozzle down to your cunt, where she let a copious amount of the whipped cream pile on top of your mound. Yoruichi licks her lips slowly as she grabs a few strawberries, dropping them on top of the piles before grabbing the bottle of chocolate syrup and pouring it on. “There we go. Nice and sweet for me.”

“Yoruichi...” You whine, your body heat causing the cool cream to start to melt and drip down the side of your body. “It’s gonna get on the sheets.”

The violet-haired woman smirks down at you as she uses her finger to swipe up the trails of melting cream up into her mouth. “Then I better start licking it up.” Yoruichi cups your breast in her hand and lowere her face, sticking out her tongue to lap at the white sweetness covering it. She smiles when she hears your silken cries of pleasure when her swirls the tip of her tongue over your pebbled nipple.

Your fingers curl into her long dark hair, holding her against your chest as she laps up the cream. Your moans fill the bedroom as your hips buck up into the air, trying to catch something to cause friction to your neglected clit. The pile of whipped cream sitting on top of it, was dripping down into your slit, making the folds sticky. You let out another whine at the cool, sticky feeling. “Yoruichi,,,baby...it's still melting.”

“Shhh...” she shushes you, placing her finger over her lips. The strawberry she had placed on top of the pile of sweets on your breasts between her teeth before she ate them. She then licks up the line of chocolate that she poured down the center of your chest to your belly, down to your aching cunt. Licking at the pile of cream, Yoruichi feasts on the sweetness, lapping it up slowly. “So sweet and all for me.” Once the whipped topping was licked clean, she grabs the strawberry and presses it against your slick folds.

You jolt in surprise at the feeling of the ruit probing at your hole. “Yoruichi! What are you...” You try to look down at her, but your head falls back against the pillow when she circles the strawberry through your dripping pussy, gathering your cream on it. “Oh fuck...” You move you hips as your lover fucks you with the red fruit.

Yoruichi pushes the strawberry inside your cunt, using her tongue to ease it inside your hole. “Doing so good for me, kitten.” she purrs, watching your walls squeeze the berry until it as crushed. “Oh no, look at that mess.” She uses her thumbs to spread your lips open and the red juices spill out. “Looks like I’ll need to keep on eating my dessert until its all cleaned up.”

A soft whimper left you as her soft tongue dipped inside of your aching pussy, slurping up the strawberry juices. You knew that Yoruichi would continue to tease you all night long before she even thought about giving you her cock. Laying back, you thread your fingers through her hair and push her face deeper into your dripping cunt. “I expect to do this to you in return.”

“Of course, my love.” She purrs, golden eyes twinkling as she stares up at you before her tongue returns to lick your puffy little clit. “But only after I’ve had my cream.”

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simiansmoke · 10 months

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what does your muse…? // do they...?

//smell like? the musk that marks his entry is a combination of sweat from his humid environment, sea-salt from the bay's breeze rolling in and getting caught in his fur, a faint mix of fire-flowers and the smoke that comes with handling them, and an assortment of flora scents depending on what he's gotten into and what spores are in his fur for the day - usually honeysuckle since they grow around the door of his treehouse an can graze his shoulders when he emerges.

//hands feel like? The backs of his hands and knuckles are rough and calloused from wear and tear as they typically bear the brunt of his weight during frontal movement. Where each finger meets palm, a calloused bump sits from repeated physical tasks such as lifting weights or swinging from branches or rock faces. The rest of his palms are soft and smooth since they're so often protected curled up in his fists. If he cups your face with his hands, it's usually his palms since they're more comfy.

//usually eat in a day? "Hey, nerds. Welcome to what I eat in a day as a freaking STUD MUFFIN looking to bulk up for whipping major arena ass - So I start the day the second I wake up with about 10 bananas. I got to get some sugar in to wake me up somehow!

Then I follow up with some breckie - usually half a whole watermelon I turn into a bowl and then load it up with some coconut yogurt and whatever fruit hasn't gone off yet. And YEAH, I eat the whole bowl, rind and all. Just swallow the whole thing to assert your dominance.

For second breakfast, I like me a few banana nut muffins soaked in pure coconut oil. Yea, just dip that sucker all the way in until it looks soggy and boom! Calories! Wash that shit down with a gallon of coconut milk. So we need to get some greens in now...for health. Lunch is a big gorilla salad with every single veggie available, and I make it into a little jungle dioramas with a volcano in the center that I just stuff full with hummus and hot sauce 'cause that shit's fireeee. Mid afternoon - we need to start our pre game so let's order several martinis to work up an appetite and have some bar snacks! Sprouted coconuts are great and cronchy. And maybe some fresh off the fryer plantain chips. Dinner is a massive bowl of lentil pasta with pesto sauce and asparagus tips and a side of garlic steeped coconut sprout. Whether it's a drink my ass off night or not, you know I gotta get some slow-churned coconut cream to cool off. The best flavor is pistachio, sorry Candy. Oh yeah and then I might eat some nuts and fall asleep." (Pun maybe or maybe not intended.)

//have a good singing voice? Growing up, DK very much enjoyed music and he had quite an angelic voice back then. Granted, some please your dad life choices and focusing more on fighting and king-in-training duties means he hasn't exactly indulged in much of the practice lately (oh and puberty - that sort of changes a few...voice related activities). Though he can and will get shit-faced tipsy and croon out some music when he's feeling good and nostalgic, he can and will without hesitation initiate a rap battle, especially against the foes he faced in the past that liked to randomly start singing out of no where during a dispute.

//have any bad habits or nervous ticks? His bad habits center around substance abuse. He's intrigued by flora to a degree - on one hand...he does find some flowers nice to look at and smell, but on the other, he enjoys experimenting with jungle plants in the sense of - which ones are the most fun to smoke and get a high off? He also tends to partake in binge-drinking if he's having any booze because of his massive weight and size, it takes quite a bit to get him tipsy. Then when/if he keeps going, he can end up making some...questionable choices when going home with someone for the evening. Nervous ticks include kneading his knuckles into the ground (making biscuits), twirling his hair around a finger absentmindedly, lifting the fur up on the backs of his shoulders and then leaning over to furiously lick them back down.

//usually look like/wear? Nothing unusual - just brown fur and a red tie with his initials sewn into the end of it. He also 'wears' a type of magic (mainly just casting it all the time without realizing - like sucking in your gut all the time) called modesty magic so he doesn't have to wear pants in public. During special royal occasions in which Cranky has to appear and bring his son along, DK has to (begrudgingly) don the sacred garbs of the Jungle Kingdom's royal family. It just consists of a crown smaller but like Cranky's, and an agbada-like garb. Thinking white/navy or navy/gold.

//is your muse affectionate? How so? Traditionally - no...he tends to show his like for others by more rough or physical means such as putting someone in a wrestling hold, booping a snoot, or otherwise teasing someone. He gets flustered when trying to do anything that's overtly PDA. As for familial affection, he likes to be very loud and embarrassing and over the top about how 'cool' someone is to fluster them on purpose. But he also shows his affection towards family by adventuring and bringing them gifts back that he knows they like.

//what position do they sleep in? Mainly he likes to sleep on his side in the floor and use his own bicep as a pillow as he just balances in place and snoozes off. If he's cold, he'll flip over and tuck all his limbs under himself and nearly roll up into a ball, but with his chin flat on the ground.

// could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room? If he was whispering, you'd hear him. His whisper is an inside-voice.

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