#gooey strawberry rolls

[grandlinedreams]

|| notes: waves hand i woke up thinking abt this so uhhh enjoy Az being a menace [AS!reader masterlist]

|| warnings: pwp, mention of Aria, Az is whipped and we love it, oral (f receiving), soft sex, reader and Az are just gooey and in love

Azriel is not a morning person by choice.

Given his propensity for liking to be awake in the darker, more solitary hours of the night, it makes sense that he'd prefer to spend early morning still asleep. And he does when he can, when there aren't pressing matters to attend to ㅡ or he did, until his daughter was born.

Azriel loves Aria, truly. The little girl has him wrapped around her tiny finger ㅡ but he can't deny that he'd jumped at the offer Feyre and Rhys had extended of a 'cousin sleepover', snapping up the opportunity for Aria to get to play with Nyx, and for the two of you to get a tiny break from parenthood.

(He'd missed Aria the second she was gone, and the ache that rolled down your end of the bond said you shared the sentiment.)

So when he still wakes to the soft glow of early morning sunrise without the pounce of a small half-Illyrian girl on his body, Azriel groans and reaches for you, snuggling you closer to him.

Either still asleep yourself or half-way between that and consciousness, the way you press against him in answer still makes his heart skip a beat as he silently admires you. Your hair spills over the top of one delicate pointed ear, the rest pooled against the gentle slope of your neck.

There are a handful of marks over the column of your neck, bruises bloomed strawberry pink under the attention of his teeth the night before ㅡ and the memory of the sounds you'd made, both then and underneath his body, makes Azriel's breath catch and his eyes darken.

You have the entire morning to enjoy each other's company, to revel in time that isn't spoken for by both the duty of Night Court and parenthood ㅡ and it's that thought that has Azriel pressing his lips to your neck with intent.

He starts out gentle. Your skin is soft and warm under his touch, but it doesn't take much to fully rouse you out of sleep as a hand finds his hair, followed by a sleepy sigh. "Good morning."

"Morning," he murmurs, pausing his ministrations to look at you properly. "Did you sleep well?"

You nod. "Very," you answer, hand sliding from his hair to cup his cheek, expression softening as he leans into it. "Did you?"

Azriel hums, leaning to press a kiss to youe forehead, then your temple, soft kisses peppered down the curve of your jaw. You let him until he catches a flicker of impatience from you, hard pressed to keep from grinning when you guide him to your mouth for a proper kiss.

It's slow and sweet for the early hour, though it dips into something needier as Azriel deepens it, muffling your soft sound as he moves to cage you underneath him. Your neck tilts to offer him more room when he turns his attention back to the marks he'd left, airy gasp leaving your lips as he nips at your pulsepoint.

He leaves a handful of fresh marks in his wake along your throat and collarbone, and the one he leaves at the top of your breast gets him the curl of your fingers into his hair, making him groan when you tug.

Azriel's not sure he'll ever get enough of the sounds you make, delighting in the choked moan from you as you arch into the warmth of his mouth over your breast.

He leaves both nipples peaked and aching, lips grazing over your ribs to your navel. The hitch of your breath when he stops at your hip makes him smirk.

"You're a menace today," you tell him, but you're far from angry as he nudges your legs apart ans presses kisses to both of your thighs. "What's got you so worked up?"

"You," Azriel answers, savoring your gasp and twitch of your hips when he offers a slow roll of his tongue against your slick folds. His hands are steady against the tremble of your muscles as he gives you his attention in earnest, following every involuntary movement of your body.

His name is a sweet cry on your lips when he digs the tip of his tongue against your clit, hand in his hair tightening as he lets you buck against his face. "Fuck," you whine, and the desperation in your tone makes his length twitch in response.

Your other hand fists into the bedsheets, white-knuckled as you writhe, chest heaving as your mate works you steadily towards your orgasm. The work of his tongue against your slick, aching core is nothing short of sinful, making your eyes roll as searing pleasure mounts in your lower belly.

The tug on his hair and stuttering of your hips against his mouth are the only warnings Azriel gets before you're coming, noises pitching higher as he works you through your orgasm.

Azriel only lets up when you've stopped twitching, soft whimper tumbling from your lips as he kisses his way back up your body. The taste of yourself on his tongue when he kisses you makes you moan, hooking a leg around his hip as your own buck in silent demand.

Azriel enters you slowly, eyes shut tight against the white-hot pleasure that licks up his spine at the way you clench around him. Whether it be for the early hour or simply because he wants to make this last, Azriel's hips rock against yours in a steady, languid pace, intentional in how he sinks as deep into you as he can before sliding back.

Your hands wander over him, eager to touch what you can reach with both your hands and mouth. He shudders when you suck a mark into his own neck, skin sweat-slick beneath your lips. Your fingers curl against his shoulders, mindful to skirt the jut of his wings from his back as you drag them down.

Azriel chokes when your fingertips graze where his wings meet his back and even though you're gentle, the sensitivity of the skin along with the molten warmth of your walls around his length has him snapping his hips against yours roughly a handful of times before he's spilling into you with a low groan.

You aren't far behind, arching into him as you clench around him, milking him for all he has to offer before you go boneless, pressed into the bed by Azriel's weight over you.

The next few minutes are spent in a symphony of soft panting brfore you can find coherency to speak. "Well," you huff, "that's one way to wake up."

Azriel grins against your neck and then lifts his head to look at you. "Are you complaining?"

You snort, but your tone is soft and affectionate as you press a kiss to his forehead. "No, definitely not."

#ㅡmine. #acotar x reader #az x reader #azriel shadowsinger x reader #azriel x reader

[jaywonjuice]

baking with enhypen 🥧✨

pairing: bf!enha x gn reader

warnings: sfw intimacy, physical contact, kissing, mentions of food

wc: 1k

a/n: some super warm and cozy domestic enha for you this sunday afternoon, i hope u enjoy :3 (i only write romantically for enha adult line !)

ೀ⋆heeseung

when you ask what he wants to make, hee immediately suggests coffee and walnut cake (he doesn’t even like coffee but he knows it’s your favourite)

gets himself told off for snacking on the crushed walnuts when you’re not looking. he grins mischievously at you, finding your exasperated expression endlessly cute, and resumes munching the second your back is turned again.

he slips his arms around your waist while you’re mixing the coffee cream, and rests his chin on your shoulder, kissing your neck softly. ‘hee, if you ever want to actually get to eat this cake do you maybe wanna help?’ you say, suppressing a smile. ‘mm-mm,’ he hums his refusal, earning an eye roll from you.

ೀ⋆jay

you just know that jay has to be out here choosing the most complicated and ambitious recipe ~ think sour cherry and pistachio danish.

he’s in the middle of rambling to you about how to get the compote a perfect gooey consistency, when you lean in quickly and give him a sudden kiss. you promptly return to looking at him expectantly to carry on, as if nothing had happened. he blinks, taken aback for a moment by the interruption, before smiling as he continues with what he was saying, detailing how absolutely *crucial* it is that everything be finished off with a brush of orange liqueur…

he loves to supervise from behind, watching over your shoulder as you roll out and fold the dough, using the excuse of ‘helping make sure you get it all even’ as he leans over you and places his bigger hands on top of yours, guiding their movements with his, causing your heart to race.

the danishes come out looking and smelling amazing, and as you stare at them, wide-eyed with excitement, jay can feel his heart swell with pride at you taking an interest in his favourite hobby.

ೀ⋆jake

jake insists on his auntie’s australian lamington recipe, enthusiastically declaring that he wants to make them for you to try because he loved them so much growing up ..’)

jake is the messiest chef, and he leaves the kitchen looking like a storm has just passed through - somehow he has managed to use last every cup, bowl, and utensil in the process of baking one little tray of cakes for you.

and of course he manages to get flour all over his face, and you laugh at his oblivious expression as he stares at you with big puppy eyes, confused why you’re laughing. he looks so adorable right now that you simply have to kiss him on his floury cheek.

later on, when the two of you are snuggled up on the sofa under a blanket watching your favourite show together, you realise you can still smell the sweet coconut scent from your baking escapade lingering on him when he leans in close.

ೀ⋆sunghoon

of course you and hoon are going to be making his favourite, tiramisu.

dusting the cocoa powder over the dessert tickles your nose and makes you sneeze like five times in a row, and hoon teases you about how cute your sneeze sounds for the rest of the morning.

he looks unbelievably fine stood there in front of you right now, you think to yourself, in his navy apron and pressed white shirt, brow furrowed slightly in concentration as he whisks mascarpone into a big mixing bowl. he looks up and catches you watching him, and your cheeks flush instantly.

the determined expression on your face as you grate chocolate over a bowl, sunghoon thinks, is maddeningly cute. before he can stop himself he’s reaching out to tuck a rogue lock of hair that has come loose back behind your ear. you don’t even have time to look up and meet his gaze properly before his lips are on yours.

ೀ⋆sunoo

together, the two of you are definitely on a mission to make this the prettiest strawberry lemon cake the world has ever seen.

his long fringe keeps falling into his eyes as he’s mixing up the buttercream, so he allows you to tie it up for him with a little hair band. you have to try *really* hard not to giggle or tease him about the way the little hair sprout wiggles side to side on top of his head as he vigorously whisks the cake mix.

while waiting for the cake to come out of the oven, you decide to check and see how it’s doing. as you open it up to take a peek, sunoo at your side wordlessly puts an arm around your waist, and instinctively you let your head rest on his shoulder. you feel an inexplicable surge of comfort in the warm moment. you stay and watch together quietly as the soft sponge of the cake rises steadily.

the decorating is his absolute favourite part, blushing when you compliment the way he delicately arranges thinly-sliced strawberries and freeze dried lemon pieces over the cake’s surface.

ೀ⋆jungwon

when jungwon suggests baking cinnamon rolls you can’t help yourself from laughing a little bit. ‘jungwon you literally are like, a cinnamon roll personified,’ you tease. he pouts, doing his best to look offended by your poking fun, but you can tell that really he’s enjoying it.

you had expected baked goods and jungwon to make an adorable combination, however, as you watch him now, with his hair pushed back and sleeves rolled roughly up, kneading the dough on the countertop, the muscles in his forearm flexing suddenly catch your eye and…. you feel the heat rise in your cheeks, flustered by the unexpected reminder of his surprising strength.

won holds up his complete decorated cinnamon roll for you to see, beaming proudly. as your eyes rest on the pastry, a smile plays on your lips. the surface is a little wonky, and icing is dripping unevenly round the sides, but it would be a lie to say that it doesn’t look delicious. you could tell how much care he’d put into making it. ‘for you,’ he tells you shyly. ‘it’s made with love.’

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[anantaru]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐 — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄

✦ kinktober day 12 — threesome feat. cyno x fem! reader x al-haitham | kinktober masterlist.

✦ warnings: nsfw : threesome

in a way you were certain you were dreaming, the air heavy around you with the difficulties to breathe freely. Or maybe you weren't in fact, dreaming, maybe it was the pure adrenaline that rushed through your veins with light caresses burning into your skin, moving on you without the ability to say anything. If someone would've told you, you actually were going to end up in between the general mahamatra and the sumeru akademiya's scribe, bare naked without a single piece of clothing, you would've simply brushed it off, laughing.

you arched into the following touches as al-haitham moved closer to your skin, kissing the shivering flesh with his rough lips before flipping you over on your stomach, his strawberry like flushed lips exchanging grins with you. Cyno was watching eagerly, somehow curious but the lust in him was without a doubt, immense. You propped yourself up with your arms while al-haitham pulled your behind closer to his bulge, grabbing a fistful of your ass, kneading the soft n warm flesh before grinding himself into your heat.

you looked so cute, they figured, the double stare weighing heavy on your skin. It wasn't until the little shockwaves of desire would flow into your body, your neediness was growing stronger, ache in between your legs radiating with wetness. Cyno, who was at first, just watching, decided to go in for the fun, moving towards your face until his throbbing bulge was right in front of you. He was still clothed, his cock thoroughly looking like it was in pain, straining harshly against the rough material before he stroked the bulge in front of you lazily. "what are you waiting for?" his voice was hoarse, annoyed even, "go get to it."

your heart was racing as he laid his hand on the back of your neck, bringing you closer to his member— that was welcoming your touch more than anything else. As you kissed his still clothed cock teasingly, cyno fought back the sudden urge to moan, hiding it in his throat. Al-haitham couldn't help himself but laugh at the sight, "who would've thought that the general mahamatra was that easy to please." cyno rolled his eyes at his words, clicking his tongue, "shut up, no one told you to speak."

the featherlight touches from al-haitham weren't that recognizable, though before you knew it he already started to pull his fingers up and down your folds, teasing you, in his usual playful manner. He adored the way your juices would coat his digits, how gooey it was on his fingers. He wanted to taste it, craving it, you probably tasted like pure sugar, maybe a little bitter but still enjoyable. His cute little baby, always up for whatever idea that would pop into his mind.

You gasped upon feeling his fingers ghost on your slit, the lewd thought of your cunt stretching open to welcome his throbbing member rushing into your mind. He was quick to unbuckle his belt, fondling with it hastily before freeing his erected cock, taking it in his hand to fist it in front of your wet core. You could feel his tip brush against you, his slender fingers spreading down his precum before he pressed himself against the plush of your ass. You wiggled yourself into him, already fed up with all the teasing, coaxing out yet another laugh from al-haitham. "someone really wants to know it tonight."

you desperately wanted to turn your head to face him, watch his muscles flex while pulling himself into your heat, yet once actually considering it cyno already took your chin in between his pointer finger and thumb, pulling your attention right back to him in a heart beat. He absolutely despised whenever you'd not give him the attention he deserved, not to mention when you dared to give the person he quote on quote utterly hated, a nicer welcome. He slowly worked his hands into his pants, freeing himself from his restraints, cock now bare in front of you in its glory. He started off with lazy strokes, dragging the precum around his shaft, slowly coating it fully.

"open up." cyno was commanding, almost as if he wanted to punish you for the little lack of attentiveness on him. You do as he says, slowly spreading your mouth open and rolling your tongue out for him to see. His cock was leaking in his hands, the faint line of precum pooling down and hitting his knuckles. Cyno couldn't remember the last time he was this hard, every touch was like an electrical current taking him in. He placed the tip on your tongue, making you taste his seed. It was salty, the musky scent filling your nostrils yet it somehow made you even wetter, the ache in between your legs unbearable to live with any longer.

you were more than thankful when you felt al-haitham finally stray his cock over your folds, causing you to gasp out. In that exact moment cyno slipped himself inside your mouth, the sudden intrusion eliciting a lewd moan which sent shockwaves through his body, making him shiver as he gradually filled you to the brim. You're whimpering, jaw relaxing to bob your head back and forth, "very good, you're a quick learner." cyno's voice was almost sweet in your ear, like fine honeydew. It wasn't for long when al-haitham decided to pull your behind against him, lining himself up with your aching hole before thrusting forward. The ultimate feeling of fullness you were just experiencing was to die for, your mind turning hazy while lust took over.

you looked so cute in their eyes, trying your hardest, sounding real adorable too to keep the both of them happy. Al-haitham would squish your plush ass together— playing with it, your pussy sobbing around his girth, sucking him in with your walls spasming after every rut forward. Your legs were trembling, threatening to give out on you if it wasn't for him holding you up. Cyno's hands were cupping your cheeks while helping you take his cock further down your throat, burying himself to the hilt with strong hasty strokes forward. "fuck." he's groaning out at the sinful sight, your chin stained with a mixture of spit n cum, pooling down the bedsheets. He couldn't process much after that, even if he tried.

your tongue was doing real wonders to him, dragging over the throbbing veins around his girth which would make him whine from sensitivity. You felt hot, scorching hot, your climax was building fast deep inside your gut and you weren't sure how long you were able to hold up. Cyno meanwhile was too transfixed by the way your and al-haitham's body melted into each other. He's catching his breath when he suddenly felt you drag your fingers down to his balls, massaging them in your warm palm.

One of cyno's hands twisted in your hair before pulling you into him until you weren't able to go further, his thrusts stuttering and becoming uneven before stilling his movements completely. His voice was breaking, he was more than close, practically tasting it on his tongue. Next you knew he already came with a muffled shout, mouth fully parted with his hips shuddering, finally spilling his warm cum into your throat as the fast thrusts from al-haitham forward in your cunt never faltered.

you weren't able to properly concentrate on the fullness in your mouth, swallowing down everything he gave you as cyno's cock was still buried in you, feeling it soften in between your plush lips. Al-haitham's thrusts began to develop into a somewhat relentless n shallow combination deep into your warmth. He couldn't help himself, truly, a layer of sweat beading right at his brow bone once grinding himself deeper, eyes hazy and full of lust, cheeks flushing a bright red as he too, finally came strongly upon experiencing your cunt clench around his girth. You're crying out, releasing cyno's cock from your mouth as your hands gave out on you, feeling your climax approach.

your orgasm made it hard to breathe, you were panting and sweating, your walls coated with thick spurts of white as it oozed out from your aching cunt, running down your thighs. Al-haitham was gasping for air, his eyes twinkling with remaining desire to savour you further although he too, grew tired. Your body collapsed upon him slipping out of you, now laying down on your back with the both of them still panting out harshly. Your face was glowing, warm tears that previously dwelled in your eyes staining your cheeks as your breath still came in quick bursts.

There were no words to describe those feelings, the whispery words of encouragements hitting your ears as your lips carved up into a lazy smile. Your sighed deep, muscles sore with a brutal ache from your legs, drowning in your afterglow. Cyno turned over to lay next to you in amazement, bringing himself closer to place his slender fingers on your tummy, calming you down with light caresses against your sweat coated skin while al-haitham got up to get a towel for you. And with that you ended the night just like that, exhausted and fucked out with a little experience you probably will never forget in a lifetime.

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[passivenovember]

Goldie (harringrove week day two: Carol Perkins’ curling iron)

--

The first time Carol and Billy met she spit a wad of gum in his hair. 

It had been hilarious. Hot, even, when Billy dug his fingers through Steve’s diet coke and pulled away with two ice cubes, working the gooey lump from his pretty blonde curls like this wasn’t his first rodeo. 

With a devilish, impressed smirk he declared, “I like that girl,” 

Steve tried not to stare at Billy’s fingers as they fiddled with the strawberry gum. “She’s a piranha.”

“We’re gonna fuck,” Billy said, plain and simple, and popped Carol’s gum into his mouth with a pleased hum.

Tommy H., was panicked about the whole thing, especially when all Carol could talk about after that first catfight was Billy Hargrove. Malibu Barbie. The Surfer Boy, Firefly from Hell.

She always said it with a flush to her cheeks. A snap of her gum, like if she chewed hard enough she could taste him on each new stick.

Steve had never seen a friendship birthed from that kind of rivalry, except maybe their own, but Billy seemed to have that kind of affect on people. Especially girls.

It drove him crazy. 

The way Billy never had to try to get everyone’s eyes on him, raking over him desperate to map every curve and valley that swam through their dirtiest dreams. And Steve had been that way once, too, but.

Billy was different. 

Effortlessly alluring and beautiful.

Steve did backflips to try and get his attention. To keep that fiery blue on him, and Carol was the first to notice. 

“He’s a bitch,” She told Steve one night, last month, after he drank a little too much trying to beat Billy’s keg stand and then drank a little more to forget the memory of Billy kissing Heather Duke.

Carol held Steve’s hair for him, that night, muttering, “He’s a slutty little fucking shitty fucker bitch.”

“He looks like Goldilocks,” Steve had whined, ”He’s so beautiful, I love him,” and everything went black. 

Carol doesn’t feel the way she used to about Malibu Barbie. They’re friends, now, which makes things a hell of a lot more difficult for Steve. And, obviously, it’s about him. Everything’s about him.

Things come back around. 

Steve feels better than he did last year. More in control. It’s Hawkin’s High’s annual Who’s Who Halloween bash, and even Keith made the cut this year, dressed at C-3P0, which is a testament how dire the situation is now that Steve’s graduated, but it’s not a coincidence.

None of it is a coincidence. 

The Camaro rolls to a thundering stop out front and Billy steps out in a fucking Goldilocks costume, and--

Steve sucks a glob of flat beer up his windpipe and down his nose, because Carol’s laughing. 

Steve glares at her, snatching the napkin she offers with her lips coiled like a stale licorice whip. “What did you say to him?” He snarls.

Billy’s surrounded by girls. And guys. Just a whole crowd of drunk, horny country bumpkins who can’t think with his thighs encased in white nylon like that, and.

“Did you tell him?” Steve demands.

“Tell him what?”

“You know what I’m talking about,”

“I dunno what you mean, Stevie,” Carol bats her eyelashes at him, witch hat falling to the side. She snaps a piece of gum Steve doesn’t remember her chewing.

The sea of assholes part, and Billy spots them, and. “Harrington!” He calls, happy and loose.

Steve grips the witch bitch next to him, “He’s wearing lip gloss,”

“I helped.”

“Perks, he’s wearing mascara--”

“He’s Goldilocks,” Carol tells him smugly. She falls quiet, stepping aside to let Steve look his fill “Isn’t he a Betty?” She asks, and.

And. 

Steve’s never been so hard in his life. He doesn’t register the people around Billy, or the way everyone’s tugging on his curls and watching his ass as he walks toward the porch, because it doesn’t matter.

Billy’s a vision. 

Everything Steve never knew he desired, rolled into one funny, smart, beautiful package.

Billy laughs, giving Lonnie Clark a high five and the cup of his bodice straining deliciously against his chest. He fiddles with his headband when Heather Duke tries to play keep-away. Says goodbye to his Fanclub as he tries to get closer. Billy looks at Steve with worried, impatient eyes. Waves, with a little, “Gimmie a sec, I wanna talk to Steve,” to the girl who won’t step off, and that’s it. 

A line of the hottest people in Hawkins could be on their knees, mouths open, waiting to suck Billy’s dick right now and Steve wouldn’t be jealous.

Because Billy wants to see him. 

He’s making a beeline for the front porch, eyes scanning Steve from head to toe. His hips sway in that little yellow skirt, and despite the nylon Steve can see something moving. 

Something straining, a little.

“Holy hell,” Steve rasps. He can’t breathe. His lungs don’t work, his throat is swollen shut. 

“See something you like, Hair Bear?” Carol scrapes his cheek with her nails and Steve finishes his drink, tossing the cup onto the lawn to grab Carol Perkins and tickle the shit out of her.

Carol swats at him, giggling all bright and panicked. “I can feel your hard on, you freak!”

“Carol,” Steve hisses, and then Billy’s there. 

“Hey, hey, leave my girl alone!” He chuckles, and. Pressing close to get his arms around Perkins, Billy manhandles their very own Evil Cheerleader to the side her so Steve can’t finish what he started.

Without 90 pounds of meddling redhead in the way, Billy stares at him. His eyes burn from the furry neckline of Steve’s costume, all the way down to his sneakers and back again.

Billy smirks, tongue wagging between his cherry red lips. “What the fuck are you supposed to be, Harrington?”

“Carol picked it out,” Steve puffs his chest, suddenly defensive, when Billy frowns at him. “I’m a teddy bear.”

“Bullshit,” Carol howls, smoking a joint someone handed her on their way into the house. “He’s mama bear!”

Billy’s eyes widen. He looks down at himself, cataloguing the vee of his hips, before scowling. “Perkins, you little shithole.”

“What’d I do?”

“Yeah, Hargrove, what’d she do?” Steve deadpans, only a little guilty for liking the angry pink flush that covers Billy’s tits.

It’s not very often the guy gets upset, not where anyone can see. 

Billy’s eyes flash for a moment and then it’s gone, replaced with sharp humor as he slings an arm around Carol’s shoulders. “Nothing, teapot,” He kisses her forehead, never once taking his eyes off Steve. “You just wanted Mama and Daddy to get along, right?”

“Right,” Carol whimpers pathetically, smirking up at Steve from the protective pit of Billy’s arm. 

Billy’s tongue wags. Steve wants to suck it. Bite it off, maybe, “Don’t worry, Perks, Mommy and Daddy are just fine.” Billy lightly pats her ass, with a little, “Ain’t that right, mommy?”

And it’s just unfortunate.

Absolutely heinous that Steve’s dick, graciously hidden by the fur suit Carol had to wrestle him into, fills out. 

It chubs. Throbs. Weeps, a little, When Billy takes the joint that’s handed to him and says, “Come find me later, Mommy.” Before disappearing through the front door.

--

Steve does a couple of keg stands. Takes a shot off Veronica Lee. Smokes a blunt with Keith in the backyard and loses track of Goldilocks, somewhere between wishing he could pull Billy upstairs now and forgetting that he’s supposed to.

Steve’s playing with Carol’s cat when someone pats his shoulder. 

“’Mm busy,” Steve tells them, giggling when the cat nibbles softly at his index finger. “If you wanna play with Arugula, you better hop the fuck in line and then die in line waiting because I’m playing with Arugula, we’re best friends and she loves me and I’m not moving, you fucker--”

The hand on his shoulder starts rubbing, fingers toying with the curls at the base of Steve’s neck. 

He swallows, resolute. “She’s so soft, she’s like a cloud of marshmallows and cotton and cotton landy--”

“Candy, pretty boy.” 

Steve cranes his head, laughing when it lands on Billy’s shoulder and he’s right there, pressed tight against him, watching with plush, smiling lips as Steve pets Arugula. 

“Billy!” Steve shouts. “I’ve been missing you so much.”

Billy leans away a little, and then comes back again, grinning down at the head on his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, we were supposed to go someplace, right?”

Billy combs the hair off Steve’s forehead. “Yeah, upstairs. I’ve been looking all over for you, where have you been?”

“Here,” Steve says, gasping when Arugula climbs into his lap. She’s an angel. She’s Steve’s best friend. He cries out, tears sliding down his cheeks. “Please don’t make me go. I don’t wanna go. You can’t make me, you’re gonna have to kill me.”

“Jesus Christ, how much have you had?”

“Enough to forget that I’m allergic to cats.”

Billy freezes. “How allergic,” He demands.

When Steve doesn’t say anything, Billy crawls to the front. “Steve--” He begins heavily, and Steve clutches Arugula to his chest, worried that Billy’s going to try and snatch her away.

Billy frowns, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with something secret, not quite mixed in so it’s grainy and raw.

He climbs to his feet, hand outstretched for Steve to take. When he doesn’t, Billy grins. “C’mon, pretty boy,”

Steve shakes his head. “I wanna stay here with Arugula.”

“You can come back to Arugula, you just have to take some allergy medicine so you don’t, fucking, die or something.”

Steve shakes his head, and the cat hops out of his arms. 

He glances around, shocked. 

Billy’s smiling. “See, baby, she wants to go shit in her box.”

That makes sense. Steve nods, like, “I think I might need to shit in my own box, soon.”

Billy laughs. Steve wants to catch it in his hands, keep it in a jar next to his bed. “I can take you to the bathroom,” Billy says, holding out his hand. “Do you trust me?”

Steve considers it and takes Billy’s hand, squawking out a laugh when he goes easy like an untethered air balloon, knocking into Billy’s chest.

“Woah, I gotcha,” Billy says gently, and Steve loves him. 

“I love you,” Steve says. When Billy’s cheeks get all pink, Steve touches them, squishes them between two fingers. “I love you so much, you’re so pretty.”

“Thanks.”

“You hair is curlier than usual,” Steve says, confused. “How?”

Billy shrugs, clearly embarrassed. “Carol helped me curl it.”

Steve wraps one around his finger and watches it bounce free. “Pretty,” He says, smiling at Billy’s open, confused mouth. “I’m gonna throw up,” He declares.

--

Steve rinses his mouth in the sink and stares at Carol’s curling iron, wrapped and corded in its little basket. 

He’s floating. Billy’s hand is between his shoulder blades rubbing soft, smooth circles, and.

Steve doesn’t remember how he got here. 

Billy’s telling him a story about California because Steve retched for so long his stomach liner is probably at the water plant, now, but his head feels more clear. 

He wipes his mouth. Watches Billy’s in the mirror. Knows, with ringing clarity, what he wants. Has always wanted. Billy laughs at something and Steve’s heart cracks open.

“You’re so different than I thought you’d be,” Steve says says.

Billy stops cold in his tracks. 

Steve. Can’t feel his lips. His face. “You’re the best person I’ve ever known, Billy,” He says, “You’re so good. You’re perfect.”

Billy snorts, cheeks bright red. “You’re drunk.”

“Yeah.” Steve admits. “Can I kiss you.”

Billy stares at him. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t breathe. Finally, after a million years, he blinks. “Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“I can’t kiss you when you’re drunk, Steve.”

Steve tuns, hips pressed tightly against the marble sink. “Why not?”

“Because,” Billy starts. He fiddles with the hem of his skirt, refusing to look up. To face it. “Because I’m dressed like Goldilocks. Because you’re wired and it wouldn’t be right. It’d be me, taking advantage of someone I love, and you might regret it.”

Steve frowns. “I won’t.”

“But you might,” Billy tells the linoleum. “And when I kiss you for the first time I want it to be because we couldn’t stop it. Because it was killing us not to. Because we want it so bad the sun might light us on fire.”

Steve takes one step forward. Then another, and another still until Billy’s looking at him, his jaw nestled in Steve’s palm.

He holds steady. Keeps those eyes on him. 

“You sleeping over tonight?” Steve asks, knowing Carol had asked them both.

Billy nods. Wets his lips. 

“Tomorrow,” Steve tells him. 

#harringrove #harringrove week #halloween party #lemon? #idk lol #unedted!

[siberat]

Another little prompt idea for you: a bot baby talking and cooing at their partner’s jiggly belly? Bonus points if partner pretends to be exasperated but finds the attention very endearing lol

Sitting back in his chair never felt better! In fact, Vor/tex reclined the chair back to lessen the pressure on his overly stuffed tummy. This was new to him: usually, it was A/id who enjoyed packing down the food. However, the ‘C/on, being a smart-aft, spoke taunting words to the Auto/bot.

And the Auto/bot called him out on it.

So, the roles were reversed. Instead of Vor/tex proudly showing off and feeding his lover the full-course meal, A/id got his payback. And the chopper couldn’t back down- he never backed down from a challenge! What kind of Deceptic/on would he be if he chickened out? Especially to an Auto/bot?

He was way too proud for that.

Plus, it was rather rewarding to see A/id’s face light up with glee as he took charge for once. The once meek and timid Auto/bot finally grew a pair and had no qualms about throwing sass around. Vor/tex quite liked the new A/id with his fiercely stern glares and bold demands!

 The pair started with the hors d’oeuvres, which consisted of greasy, deep-fried mozzarella sticks smothered in marinara sauce. They were fed bite by bite, the melty cheese pulling off in gooey strings.

“Baby liked those, didn’t he?” A/id cooed, pushing the empty dish aside and replacing it with a bowl filled to the brim with soup.

“Oh, this is such a big-boy meal. Can my little mech handle this? For someone so small, it may be too much!” A large spoonful of hearty, robo-chicken corn chowder was flown into the awaiting mouth, airplane style. Tex, of course, rolled his optics at the antics. For Prim/us’ sake, he was a helicopter, at least! This dish was filling on its own, and Tex felt his stomach grow heavy when the spoon clinked in the empty bowl.

“Oh, such a good little baby, hmmm?” A/id spoke in a higher-pitched, squeaky voice. “Did you have enough?”

But the feeding was nowhere near finished.

The main course was a roasted cyber-duck with all the fixings. The sides included Hasselback butternut squash, mushroom rice, cranberry pecan stuffing, and bread dumplings. The squash was very sweet, and the mushroom rice had that distinct earthy taste. However, everything was just so filling! And A/id didn’t give up. Vor/tex was not about to call it quits- he would NOT lose this battle.

The interrogator’s belly ballooned out, painfully expanding against his plating. And dessert still had to be served! Of course, Fi/rst A/id asked if he needed to stop, but there was no way he’d admit defeat.

However, there was no objection to the medic removing his abdominal plating. And once that blubbery protoform was freed and exploded onto his lap, a smidge of relief was felt. This feeling was short-lived, for a colossal strawberry cheesecake awaited him.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Fi/rst A/id spoke, trying to stifle a gloating smirk. “Such a big dish….”

Vor/tex furrowed his optics and matched the smirk. “No problem.”

“Oh, lookit this big, bad ‘C/on stepping up to the plate?” A/id giggled and winked as a plate holding a large slice of cake was pushed forward. “Let’s see how much of a big bot you really are, hmmm? Or is it all just hot air?” A spoon cut the tip off the yellow cake drizzled with red sauce and crystal strawberries and was pressed to his lips. “Open wide, big boy.”

Never taking his optics off the doctor’s, Vor/tex opened up. His mouth was filled with intoxicating sweetness. This was tasty, the sheer deliciousness awakening his taste receptors as if on fire, but he was just so full! His belly began to clench and groan in protest. Long, whiny gurgles erupted, registering warnings of pain at his more than overfilled tanks. But he swallowed. And opened his mouth for the next offering.

“Oh, lookit you go,” A/id cooed. You are so demanding… yelling at me as if I am not feeding you fast enough.”

Vor/tex rolled his optics. He didn’t speak a word. Prim/us, the way this dessert was shoveled in, he didn’t have time to speak. Bite after bite, the ‘C/on worked hard to win this unspoken challenge.

“I’m going as fast as possible.” A/id pouted, but eventually the last of the cake slice was consumed. “How are you feeling now, sweetie-pie?”

Vor/tex grimaced as he stifled a burp. His belly violently rumbled. Servos rubbed over his bloated paunch that heavily rested upon his lap. His tummy was no longer sleek and slim; now, it was as if he had swallowed a beachball filled with cement.

“Oh, you want more? Whatever you say, sweetcheeks!” A/id didn’t even bother cutting another slice; he stabbed another bite from the cake.

“Wha- “

His protests were silenced with another mouthful of dessert. Prim/us, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take! Breathing became more challenging, and sweat beaded from his brow. The room felt warm, yet more and more food was shoved into his maw. And the belly grumbles became angrier and more strained. His belly throbbed in agonizing pain as if daggers stabbed from the inside. Oh, how he yearned for relief from this torment!

“Aww, poor baby,” A/id pouted, setting down the fork and pushing the half-eaten cake away. “Was that too much to handle? Does baby need a break?”

The only response Vor/tex could muster was a sickening groan. His tanks were beyond stuffed. If he moved too quickly, he bet he’d get sick.

“Wanna sit down in that comfy-womfy recliner?” Vor/tex shook his helm yes as his belly gurgled and quivered like an earthquake. “Here, allow me to help you.” A/id’s servo gently patted at the rock-hard belly as he made a tsk sound, then held a hand out to help the bloated ‘C/on to his pedes, then to sA/id chair.

And now, Vor/tex sat relaxing, watching A/id rummaging through his tote. Some pink fluid was brought out and poured into a little cup. The medic walked over to the pained ‘C/on and held the cup out.

“Here, take this.”

“N-No more A/id,” Tec’s face contorted while his optics screamed for mercy. “If I eat anything else, I’ll pop!”

“It’s medicine,” A/id put the cup to the other’s lips. “It’ll help soothe that belly ache, babe.”

The pink fluid was tipped into parted lips, its chalky taste coating the mouth and throat when swallowed.

“Now, where were we?” A/id spoke as he pushed the chopper’s legs apart and dropped to his knees. “I think someone needs a reward…. Don’t you think?” Servos rubbed over that swollen beachball of a belly, ghosting the gentlest touch over that stretched protomesh. “Just lookit how big you got. Are you all full and cozy?”

Vor/tex rolled his optics, then clenched them shut as yet another gurgle rippled through his gut.

“Awwww, that’s it…. Let it out, baby.” A/id cooed. His servos rubbed in wide circles over the vast crest of the tummy, then his face dipped in to steal a kiss. “You did such a swell job. I think you need a reward, don’tcha think?”

Vor/tex’s engines nearly revved at that thought, and he repositioned his hips for what he thought he would receive. However, the medic’s hands stilled any movement.

“Oh, don’t worry. All my attention is going to be on you and you alone…” A/id sA/id sweetly, between pecking kisses to the rumbly belly. “I’ll make you feel all good in no time.”

“Hey A/id…. I’m up here…” Vor/tex pointed his servos upwards and gave his most alluring grin, but his partner paid him no mind.  Instead, he just felt the belly rub and kisses. “You know….” He sighed, resting his helm on the back of the chair. He could go for some kisses right about now…but his lover was too busy focusing on his bulging stomach. He couldn’t stop himself from rolling his optics at his lover’s actions.

 He wanted to be doted on…. Not his tummy.

“Oh, you are such a big boy, aren’t ya?” A/id hummed, giving a long smooch to the tummy while servo’s gently patted. “Such a lovely tum-tum! What a treat you are to behold.”

Oh, Prim/us! That patting, while gentle, just jostled around his stuffed gut, causing it to churn. He could feel cramps kicking in as the pressure built inside. This was the worst case of the bubble guts he had ever experienced! It felt as if pop rocks and soda were mixed in his gut as excess gas built up and tickled from the inside. Painful spasms erupted, and fingers chased the contracting areas but to no avail. Nothing would soothe this angry breast!

 That tickling sensation traveled upwards, and the ‘C/on’s optics shot open. Pressure rose up his throat, and without much warning, a large bark of a burp erupted and echoed through the room. His servo quickly covered his mouth, fearing the expulsion of stomach contents. Thankfully, it was just a loud, wet belch. However, the acidic tang of fluid did not serve well as an after-dinner mint.

“Oh, that sounds like someone’s a piggy-wiggy!” A/id used a higher-pitched, cutsey-wutsy tone to his voice as his nose was gently rubbed against the firm mesh. “Someone needs to learn some manners, doesn’t he? Hmmmm?”

Vor/tex growled, though from annoyance from his partner or relief of the built-up pressure, no one knew. But each time his belly quaked, fingers were quick to rub small, soothing circles over the erupting spasms. And every time pressure built in his gut, A/id worked to free the trapped gas, pressing the belly just enough to literally burp the air out of him.

“Does baby feel better now that he’s been burped?” A/id coddled, messaging his fingers on the still swelled but not quite as bloated belly. “There’s a good boy…you ate so well for me tonight…”

Fi/rst A/id prattled on complimenting the paunch, and Vor/tex just harrumphed. Until those hands and mouth travelled southward. He licked his lips and spread his legs in anticipation of what was to come.

And let out a frustrated whine when those digits danced and mouth sucked on his chubbed up thighs and not…well, somewhere else. “Prim/us A/id!” The ‘C/on all but shouted. “You’re such a fraggin’ tease!”

“Hmmmm?” The medic feigned innocence. “Oh, these juicy drumsticks need some loving, would you say?”

Vor/tex only responded with a yelp as a set of teeth sunk into the meaty inner thigh, followed by licking and sucking. And when the Auto/bot hummed, the vibrations tickled through his thigh, shooting up his neuronet like a lightning bolt. If only that humming was someplace else…

But having his plumper thighs messaged at felt erotic. While he would never admit this out loud, having his partner dote and coo over his swelled tummy was nice. Just knowing A/id enjoyed feeding him made him feel good. Just knowing the weight gain turned his partner on was invigorating. Hearing the happiness in the medic’s voice made it pleasurable. Plus, the enthusiasm the Doctor had over baby-talking his gut was cute and rather enjoyable.

He could do without the pain from overindulging. But the pampering being stuffed to the limits brought on- even if it was just to his belly and thighs- was well worth it.

….. …..

as much as I want to keep editing this, I need to stop! This is long enough as it is! I almost went with on/slaught (feede)with vor/tex being the feeder…. But I dont know too much about on/slaught and I just couldn’t pass up aid baby-talking that tummy! It’s your fault really for getting me hooked on t/ex a/id…. O.0. Hope you like!

#chubformers #siberat writes #siberat drabbles #siberat prompts #Chubfiction

[grapehyasynth]

midsommar

aka, i want wilmon to have a much happier summer break than their winter break

They celebrate Midsommar at Fredrika’s parents’ estate. It’s Felice’s idea; she’s almost as eager as Wilhelm to get away from family for a bit. They travel together in one of the royal family’s cars, while Simon, Ayub, and Rosh arrive by train, if only because Wille is still in the middle of the “can we spend taxpayer money on my boyfriend” negotiations (with both the Royal Court and the boyfriend in question). 

They reign over an unnecessarily large table on the back lawn for the eight of them, the house staff bringing out plates laden with fish and salad and fruit and cake. Stella makes flower crowns for everyone and fusses over how Fredrika wears hers. Wille smiles at Simon, who looks like a sun-bronzed fawn with his halo of harebell and mountain avens resting on his extra-fluffy curls. “You look good in a crown.” 

Simon clucks his tongue. “Okay, miss me with that royalist nonsense,” he groans, but he still leans in to give Wille a strawberry-flavored kiss that Rosh and Ayub gleefully heckle.

Sara’s absence from their group is as palpable as if they’d left a seat empty for her. Wille sees it in the way Felice will sometimes lift her head from her phone to make a comment and then pause, looking a little lost and crestfallen. He sees it in the way Madison tries a little too hard to make Simon feel welcome. 

Earlier in the summer, not long after the Jubilee, Wille had held Simon as he cried about what was seemingly irreparably broken between him and his sister. “She’s dead to me,” he hiccuped, and Wille had murmured, “You don’t mean that,” because he knows what it feels like to have a dead sibling. 

It’s a rare shadow on an otherwise resplendent day. Felice, Fredrika, and Ayub get a little tipsy on fruit wine and try to make everyone dance. Wille laughs himself to tears at Simon’s earnest efforts to keep up with the flawed choreography. Maddie and Rosh can’t keep their eyes off each other; at one point Rosh says faux-casually to Simon, “Your rich friends aren’t as bad as I expected,” and he pretends to fall out of his chair. 

Several hours into the celebration, when they’ve moved from singing traditional songs to blasting EDM from Felice’s phone, Wille tangles his ankles with Simon’s and finds Simon’s wrist under the table. “Hey,” he says. 

Simon looks up at him, squinting into the sun. “Hey.” 

“It’s the longest day of the year, and I’m in love with you.” 

Simon rolls his eyes but he can’t fight the way his face goes all gooey. “Will you still love me on the shortest day of the year?” 

“And every day in between.” 

Simon holds his gaze for a long, perfect moment, their friends’ hilarity fading to a sweet backdrop. “It’s the longest day of the year, and I’m in love with the most dramatic boy on the planet.” 

“That must be tough work for you,” Wille murmurs, reeling his boyfriend in for another kiss. Because they can do that now, and he doesn’t for a second take that for granted. 

#wilmon #young royals #apologies for any inaccuracies that my swedish heritage + some light research did not correct!

[ceilingfan5]

in the spirit of impending halloween, can you go off about overrated (or underrated) candies?

im gonna go out swinging and declare at the top of my lungs that i hate red candy AND blue candy and quite often green candy. strawberry flavored candy is on thin ice but usually not bad. and before you're like woah what the fuck. prepare to die on this hill with me fucker. im allergic to food dye, esp red n blue. not like, severely, but it gives me migraines, and combined with a billion other triggers, shit like birthday parties n valentines day were vomit bummers of a repeated nature when i was little.

so then like, at halloween, i'd have to give my little brother all my red n blue and often green candy, and being a little brother, he was piss poor at trading, and it was a whole thing.

SO WHAT"S GOOD ACTUALLY?

chocolate except for like, almond joys, mounds. im not a coconut guy. snickers are fine. caramel fucks, peanut butter is good if it isn't a bitch to get out of the wrapper, i like crispy bits, nougat rules. pretzel m&ms fuck. the best easy to get chocolate is the hershey symphony almond n toffee bits bars that are ginormous, but like, actually decent chocolate rocks the socks. i got a bar of tony's chocolonely the other day and it was like fucking, strawberry cheese cake flavored and usually im a milk chocolate, then white chocolate, then.......................................................maybe slightly dark chocolate person, but god i ate the entire thing in one go and i had no regrets except for that it was gone

peach anything! chewy orange candy, lemon candy, strawberry candy (if you are offended on red and blue flavored candy's behalf please come take it off my hands the next time i have a variety bag). skittles, starbursts, etc. also like, sour gummy worms/octopi, watermelons, sour patch kids. also also tootsie rolls, which kind of straddle the line between one and two taxonomoically

rock candy fucks, good texture. chocolate rocks are the same. lollipops but only like four flavors and i don't fuck with mystery. pop rocks (again like. three varieties) are cool. bubblegum is a probably.

grape is a hard maybe. as are smarties (chalky), nerds. nerds are like eating aquarium gravel so you have to be in the mood. i'll eat like three candy corns and that's plenty. mint chocolate heavily varies. peanut stuff, gotta be in the mood for it. mega sour candy is probably a no, as is like...gooey things. i don't do like, gushers etc. wrong texture.

no: cherry anything, blue raspberry anything. no mystery flavors, cause you never know when it's gonna kick your ass. no coconut (texture), dark dark chocolate (bitter), spicy (spicy), coffee anything (bitter). if you are upset about it give me your mailing address and you can have any of mine you like (joke)

also i never eat candy from like, the dollar store, tj maxx, craft stores etc, and if it has been in my cupboard too long bye bye. im also not gonna eat like, chocolate flavored wax product.

#ask game #don't get me started #thank you!!! #i appreciate you indulging me esp since i posted n ghosted

[ny-nymeria]

Traces

Rikugan: A Gojo xfem!reader story. (Link here!)

Synopsis: Gojo wants you to sleepover. Shoko finds out something about you.

tw: nsfw, fingering (female receiving), handjob, swearing. minors, do not interact.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Exhaustion clung to her words, tired eyes glaze over the dull computer screen before she moved her hips, swiveling the chair over to him. The lack of sleep had settled in from the persistent calls she received from the man sitting across from her; as the chair squeaks she turns back to him for a quick glare before pulling up some kind of software file, half-ignoring her unwelcome guest before pulling on latex gloves with a snap. 

“I’m sure, now let’s do the damn thing-“ 

The man rolls his eyes behind a dark blindfold. He’s sitting loosely on a bench in the sterile-looking lab room, zipping down his coat to bring out a small sealed package for this occasion. She looks at him out of the corner of her eyes before sighing, worried of what this decision will bring for him.

“But this is your girlfriend....”

“She’s not my girlfriend…”

Shoko smirks from hearing the “Not yet at least…” mumble under her friend’s breath. She’s known Gojo for quite sometime and she’d thought she’d never see the day that her friend become attached to another person until she saw how he interacted with you at the party. 

Genetic testing had become more sophisticated over the last decade and Shoko had access to more medical records than anyone in the school. With a pack of her favorite cigarettes and same, he bribed his way into her lab, watching her punch in a string of numbers while he tapped his foot restless on the white tile.

A vile spun around in a machine with the gathered contents that made up you: Gojo had precariously plucked threads of your hair from a brush he’d found in your bathroom the last time he was over, and when you had gotten injured from the last mission, he had soaked a cotton pad in blood for lab work. If it wasn’t so creepy, all of this could’ve been taken as endearing. 

“Does Yaga know what you’re doing?”

“No,” Gojo replied, “And this stays between us.” 

"I can't keep keeping your secrets," She sighed while shrugged her shoulders, “Just what are you looking for anyways?”

Gojo paused, looking behind his blindfold to stare at the machine that beeped and began it's analysis. His trust in you was undeniable; and yet there was something about you so familiar even beyond meeting you during childhood.

The way you laughed, the small creases under your eyelids when you smiled quietly at him, the tones & texture of your hair and even the way you looked at him— 

It seemed all too familiar. 

How you were so excellent at fighting, nimble yet powerful. How you kept him grounded and calm just by mere presence: He’d be foolish to think you were just any person and something in his gut worried that unfortunately fate would lead him to finding some type of caveat to the person you’ve become to him. 

“A peace of mind,” he waved his hand with a grin, “Just to be sure we haven’t overlooked anything.” 

Shoko sighs again and for a second feels the nostalgia and longing of their mutual friend who was more able to put up with Gojo's antics. The computer makes a jolting noise and Gojo quickly hunches over her to examine the screen,

“What does it say?”

“Give me a couple hours, it’s not working instantaneous.” Shoko replied half heartedly.

“Why don’t you go bother her instead?”

Chocolate strawberries. 

It wasn’t supposed to be that hard, you’ve covered confectioneries in sweet cocoa before, dripping it over cakes or cookies and just so happened to feel the desire to make them. Fleeting thoughts of romance distracted you and you blamed him for it: ever since he placed his lips over yours, those plush, pillow lips- the man had sent your heart tumbling, decadent and gooey, like strawberries covered in chocolate.

You were lost in thought and accidentally whipped the melted chocolate too ferociously in the mixer, causing ribbons of it to splatter across your face. The pan underneath the wire grate was dripping in sauce and the strawberries looked ready enough to be placed in the fridge, and before you could clean up you there was a knock on the door and a head of white hair peeking through the door way.

“Am I interrupting something?” 

Looking at the chocolate on your face Gojo smiles, watching you fluster over his unannounced visit.  ‘Fucking adorable…’

“No! I’m just-“ 

Distracted by your words he swiped the chocolate off your cheeks with his thumb, sucking it into his mouth to savor the sweetness. “Mmm!” He leaned closer while you backed up into the kitchen counter, encroaching vulture. “That’s good… What are you baking?”

“Not baking, 'was in the mood for some strawberries-"

“Oh?” his hand was placed underneath his chin as he leaned forward, a mischievous look beaming in his eyes.

“Was it for anyone in particular…?”

A growing smirk on his face keened you into what he was implying.

“If you think that I made these for you, you are almost sorely mistaken,” you smirked while his face sank, taking the tray back into the fridge.

“These are for the hard working students, you could learn a bit or two from them-”

His large frame covered your body and nearly pinned himself behind you. He hovered while shutting the refrigerator door with one arm and the other around your torso preventing you from placing the tray away.

“You know how much I love sweets…” his lips hovering just above the tip of your ear. “Just a taste wouldn’t hurt…”

“Okay okay… Back it up, pervert!”

He rolled his eyes while caving his broad shoulders dramatically while you laughed, putting all but one strawberry away, holding it precariously by it's delicate stem. He leaned in to take a bite, watching his lips and pearly whites part without taking an eye off of you, making you feel instantly flustered.

“Mmmm delicious,” he practically moaned, sounding too sensual and making you drop the rest of the strawberry into your palm before he clutched your wrist, taking another bite, feeling his chocolate covered lips press into your hand. 

“You don’t have to eat it like that!” You retorted, retracting your wrist back into your chest to wash in the sink. 

“It’s not my fault you picked a very sensual thing to make…” he dragged the strawberry across his lips before taking another bite, this time enunciating a low moan followed by a snicker after your frazzled response. 

“Are you getting turned on?”

“In-your-dreams!” You yell from the kitchen while he laughs, following you around your living room. 

“Where are you going?”

“Away from you!“

“Why are you acting like this?” he smirks, “Wait. Are you embarrassed that we made out in our underwear the other night?”

He loved tormenting you with the vibrantly red blush he pulled from your face, watching you fumble over a response, stopping between the corner of the kitchen.

“The way you say it just makes it so-“

His laughter interrupts you again, leaning across the counter. “So what?”

“So intimate!” you mumbled into your hands. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he stopped his pursuit, backing off and sitting himself onto the couch in the living room. “We're friends first, that hasn’t changed…”

“We need to establish rules,” You huffed and walked to back to kitchen, Gojo enjoying the banter while you reached for a bag of microwaveable popcorn from the cupboards.

“You know how I feel about rules….” 

“1st rule!” your index finger was pointed towards the sorcerer after placing a folded bag onto the plate pressing start on the microwave. 

“We are keeping this a secret until we figure out what we are.”

“Sounds good, then I get to add the next rule,” you waited until he dropped his hand from his face. 

“Sleepovers are a must.”

Gingerly held the piping hot bag between fingertips and poured the popcorn into a bowl and plopped yourself on the couch, assuming he would follow: squeezing when he dropped himself into his seat next to yours so suddenly.

“That’s not even a rule!”

Gojo drapes his arm across the couch barely hanging over your shoulders. You shuffle a bit, bumping into his forearm which makes him drop his arm over you shoulders. He smirks at the way you fidget, quick to hold your breathe before easing into leaning into his side.

‘So cute,’ he thinks as he leans down to your ear.

“Who says it can’t be?” He hums lowly, snagging a handful of popcorn in the process. 

“Like tonight, for instance— a perfect night for you to spend the night over…”

“I think the two of us know how that’ll go…” you replied, reaching over for the popcorn bowl. 

“Oh ho! Confident you’ll get in my pants, eh?” Gojo pulls away and snickers, sticking a hand into the bowl to shove popcorn into his mouth before you get a chance to shoot back a reply, 

“Kidding! I promise I’ll be on my best behavior!”

You glared in silence before he sighed defeatedly. He conceded with a sigh, sluggishly drawing back and away from you.

“Alright… no sleepov-“

“Wait,” his eyes watch you carefully clutch the hem of his hoodie, nervously biting your lip carefully before thinking about your answer. Feeling his heart flutter once he noticed the adorably pink tint forming on the tip of your cheeks, realizing that maybe you did have interest to his request. 

“Maybe it would be nice to have some company…” you tucked back a lock of hair behind your ear while looking away, the anticipation of his answer made your feet feel restless. Gojo beamed instantly, towering over your head and puffing out his chest almost proudly that he had won you over for the night.

When you arrived to his loft, Gojo was already preparing for your stay. While he took the time to let you settle in he made an adorable spectacle of your guest appearance, asking what kinds of pillows you like, if the room’s temperature was to your liking, and if the sheets were soft enough. Even the bathroom was stocked with all sorts of expensive skincare, and a spare new toothbrush hung from the glass cup on the sink counter. You smiled as you saw him pace around the rooms, gathering items that may make your stay that more comfortable.

“Hi," you peaked into his bedroom.

Gojo’s amused by the bashfulness in your greeting.

“Hi?” 

He notices the way you shuffle in place nervously, anxious in the way he looks at you from the bed. He’s aware of how his heart flutters while extending his arms wide for you to jump in and the bed sinks with quiet laughter when you bounce into the mattress and into his arms. Gojo turns off the lights—there’s sounds of sheets and pillows shifting until suddenly silence settles in, his breath running through your hair as you lay in his arms, smelling the sweet scent of lavender and vanilla into his black nightshirt.

“In all seriousness, I want you to know nothings changed between us…,” he say softly while he draws circles with his long fingers against your back, making your heart pace a little faster. “It’s the least of my concern putting a label on what we are.”

It’s soothing for him to feel you in his shirt pressed up against him, quelling the possessive side of him when you agreed to his offer of his large satin shirt. 

“Well, I do enjoy your company.” You breathe, hands placed across his broad chest. The darkness hid Gojo’s smile at your remark, feeling him fidget his fingers across your back. 

“Me too, kiddo.” He leaves a kiss on your forehead before bringing you closer embrace and feels you shiver and Gojo seems to notice. 

“Sorry, did that count?” He rubs his thumb playfully over your forehead as if to erase where he had kissed, “I promised I wouldn’t kiss you-“

You silence him with your lips, a firm grasp on his shoulders made him break into a soft sigh of relief, a large hand smooths across your neck and jawline while he slides his tongue across your bottom lip. You push him gently into the bed while you kiss him from above, and soon he pulls away from you while still having a firm grip onto your hip bones, grounding himself in the process to stop his mind from racing. 

“I’m breaking my promise...”

“It doesn’t count if I’m the one who started it,” you mumble into his lips before taking them as your own, hands finding themselves around his neck. Your forwardness excited him and you feel his laughter rumbled across your cheek while being pushed back onto the bed by his side. 

“Hmmm Is that so?” He slides between your legs so that he could be eye level, large frame pressing across your body but careful not to crush. 

“Yes, and I would very much appreciate it if-“ 

This time Gojo is quick to steal a kiss but with much more intensity behind it. You feel like he’s swallowing you whole: his body and presence like a strong current that was too late to pull out of. You’re in deep water and already swept miles out to sea with no care of whether you’d see land again. 

“Can I touch you more…” his words trailed with his fingers, first giving your breasts a squeeze before traveling to your waist hovering just above the band of your shorts, low and dangerous like the undertow of the sea. “Tell me what you want…”

Your eyelashes fluttered like the your heart does to his request. “Just a little more…”

“A little more like this?” His fingers inched under the elastic and hand slipped underneath the dainty fabric, smoothing his palm down to your abdomen then clothed groin, touching the cloth that separates your skin and peppering your neck with nibbles and kisses.

“Maybe a little more…”

He smiles while slowly pressing his middle and ring finger across your slit while his pointer and pinky finger spread and explore your rose colored folds, making circles around your clit that left you feeling open and raw. 

“That’s-“ you couldn’t help but curled your toes and arch your back, pressing your body closer to his from the way he was touching you from the inside, fingers pushing in and rocking back and forth. 

“Keep your eyes on me,” Gojo used his free hand to hold your chin to tilt your head in view. You shivered again as he curled his fingers up and inside of you, pressed the same area again, the pressure exceedingly. Whenever your breath hitched he’d smile, watching you closely. 

“So sensitive…” he cooes, “Has anyone touched you like this before?” 

You shook your head no into his chest while he kept his fingers curled, then started to scissor them around your walls. The elastic around your waist taut as he rhymically moves his hand up and down, while you felt like an elastic just waiting to snap.

“My sweet girl,” he kissed your neck while smiling from all the noises he was drawing from you, thumb circling over your clit while watching you whine.

“You’re already making my head spin, knowing I’m the one who gets to do this to you, thinking about all the things I want to do to you…”

“Ahn!” The sounds you made under his touch made him hard, doing his best to keep the steady pace of his fingers plunging inside of you over and over, the knot growing tighter and tighter until you clutched his wrist, holding him steady as you came undone.

“Satoru I can't,” 

“You can,” he drew circles around your clit while pumping his fingers back inside, “and you will for me.”

A soft cry escapes your lips as you release around his fingers, seeing speckles of stars and a ring in your ears. 

Gojo looked at you surveyed the undone, beautiful mess you had become in his arms. You tried to form a complete sentence but failed miserably after his performance, barely able to keep your arms over his shoulders while your thighs trembled against his hands.

“That was… I-I never…” He chuckled while you held your head with your hand, licking off his fingers for a quick steal of your taste. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, sweets.”

Your hands pressed down on his torso and tried to slide underneath his sweats but he wrapped his long fingers around your wrist to stop you from reaching.

“I wasn’t looking for you to repay the favor,” he kissed the tip of your nose, “ I wanted to make you feel good.”

You palmed his dick through his tented sweatpants, feeling how hard he had gotten from watching you just moments ago.

“Can I?” You caught him in a daze, half lidded blue eyes succumbing to his desire to be touched. He gave you a short nod, watching your fingers grip around his waistband and tugging it down, lifting himself slightly off the bed to help you tug his briefs down and letting his cock springing free. Circling his tip with your fingers webbing around to the first few inches before giving it a slight tug he gasps, a small grown escapes his lips held by a tightened jaw.

“Hmm,” your lips into a smile, “You’re sensitive too…” You continued caressing the soft skin to his hard cock, watching him breathe heavily. 

Gojo had gone months without any physical intimacy and relied mostly on taking care of his own needs before. The sorcerer thirst for touch was being quenched by your loving, delicate hands, - more importantly that it was with someone he was anamored with.

“N-No, I—“ he stifled a moan into his forearm, hiding his face. Gojo stumbled over his words so adorably you gave him a chance to recover, slowing your pace back and into small strokes of your finger tips. 

“…I dont want to curse you,” he admitted between a heavy inhale, watching you pleasure him below. 

“Feeling the way I do… I can show it but saying it puts you at risk,” the sound of his breath by as it gets shallow and faster, groaning your name into the crook of your neck. 

“Does that feel good, sweet boy?” You swirl his tip with your thumb, beads of crystal precum spread across his sensitive skin.

“Yes,” he quivered, “It feels so fucking good...”

A low murmur into your shirt as he straightens back up to meet your eyes, the blush of his cheeks and the tips of his ears bloomed an adorable pink across his complexion. His pupils are blown out, the skyline in his irises focus themselves on your face while he gives you a kiss, his breath hitching across your lips whenever you touched the tip, coiling up his insides where he knew was close to releasing.

Gojo was about to let you know when a buzzing noise suddenly alerted to a phone call, his phone faced down vibrating a rhythmic tune on top of his nightstand.

“You should really get that,” you whispered, palming his cock one more time before drawing your hand away, “It could be about those special grades…”

Gojo groaned. “If it’s Ichiji I swear…” he huffed, turning to his side and placing his phone close to his chest to see that it was Shoko’s number. He sits up and out of bed, tucking himself back into his sweatpants and walks out of the bedroom to the kitchen before answering the phone.

“Impeccable timing,” he sighed, “I’m assuming the lab results are in—“

“Gojo. Did he ever mention having a sister?” 

Gojo filled a glass of water that he took a careful sip from, listening intently for his friend’s explanation. 

“Who are you talking about-“

The phone goes silent and Gojo can’t stop his mind from wandering while his eyes start their calculated race. 

“To think no one checked this…” 

Gojo doesn’t even feel the glass cup break against his fingers or the sound of it shattering across the countertop.

“Satoru, I heard something break… Everything okay?” He hears your voice down the hallway.

“Did you know he had any living relatives—“

“Shoko, what the hell are you talking about—“

“Satoru?” he can barely hear you call his name, he looks at you braced against the door frame, mouth suddenly too dry to speak and stomach knotted in dread. He could barely keep his face from going grim as you looked at him with concern, his eyes going wild piecing together your image and realizing the very reason why he felt like he knew you.

“She’s his sister, Satoru,”

“Are you okay?”

“Suguru’s sister.”

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[ribesaureum]

Recipe for a Gooey Berry Apple Pie in February

On a blue sky day in October, hike up a gulch in the remote foothills to a feral apple orchard forgotten by time. Climb past snarling brambles and golden brittle weeds and silvery aromatic desert shrubs to find apple trees gnarled and twisted with magnificent age. Pick different apple varieties and taste them, experiencing depth of flavor lost to the modern world. Feel the juices drip down your chin. Load a bag up of each type of apple and haul them home on your back walking single file down the trail, feeling the wind on your warm skin, an echo of a thousand ancestors.

When you are home, sort your apples for eating now and apples that can store well. Marvel at the hardness and density of the storage apples. Make art on the counter with the colors of all your different apples. Lovingly wrap each storage apple in newspaper and store in a box in the garage, near the back door where it is coldest. Forget the box of hard storage apples as there are fresh apples and persimmons and pomegranates and winter citrus to eat.

In February, when all other fruit is past, and you've eaten more citrus than is healthy for the inside of your mouth, remember you have a box of apples. Pull one out and realize that they are finally soft enough to eat, and they taste lovely. A little waxy and wrinkly on the outside but still surprisingly fresh. Remember you have a frozen pie crust in the freezer and pull it out to thaw.

Roll out your pie crust and par-blind bake (375 for 12 min, rice nestled in tin foil for pie weights). Pull out apples from the box in the garage and start chopping them into chunks. Pull out a bag of mixed frozen berries, mourning the dismal huckleberry harvest this part summer but grateful for grocery berries as back up. Add all but the strawberries (those go back in the freezer for some other occasion) to a pot with a pat of butter. Add the chopped apples and start cooking to soften the apples and break down the berries.

Add a squeeze of meyer lemon, enjoying the floral scent it gives off. Add a little rose water. Add a little vanila paste. Decide you need more apples and go into the garage for more of your miraclous little storage apples and feel blessed with their late winter generosity. Remember that sugar is part of pie filling and add half a cup. Stir. Grab the red tapioca box from the top shelf and think about how your mom loves tapioca pudding and of bowls of warm goodnes in childhood kitchens late at night. Add a sprinkle of tapioca to the pot. Add another sprinkle. Maybe a little more. Stir. Think a bit more sugar might be fine for sweetening your terrible February mood, add more. Pull the blind bake pie crust out, fill with filling, badly wrap the edges with tin foil to prevent burning. Pop back in the oven until it smells done. Watch in fascination as it continues to bubble for a full three minutes after you pull it out of the oven. Eat half of it for lunch.

#recipe #poetry #story #apples

[unicyclehippo]

The pie looks really good, would you mind sharing the recipe?

hii sorry it took me forever to get my shit together anyway!! here is my pastry recipe & the strawberry filling recipe ! have fun & rmbr even if it looks ugly it will probably taste p good

ok pie pastry 🥧

2 1/2 plain flour (all-purpose)

1 tsp salt

1 tbsp sugar

1 cup (230g) cold unsalted butter cut into small cubes (i used salted butter which is totally fine it just means that instead of controlling how much salt goes in, it’s determined by the salt in the butter. i think that’s true. anyway bc i used salted butter, i cut out the tsp of salt) (make sure the butter is cold!)

4 - 8 tbsp ice cold water

method:

1. put 1 1/2 cups flour in medium bowl. add salt & sugar. stir to combine.

2. scatter butter cubes into flour mixture. rub butter into flour until it makes a crumb-like texture. (use the tips of your fingers not your whole hands when you rub because you want the butter to remain as cold as possible. your body heat will warm the butter which is necessary a Little for the crumbing but try to go as fast as possible.)

3. add remaining flour to the mix. work into butter & flour.

4. sprinkle ice water over mixture. start with 4 tbsp. using rubber spatula, press the mix into itself. crumbs should begin to form clusters. add water a little at a time after that. if it gets too gooey, add flour to dry it. but you want it to stick together nicely.

5. remove dough from bowl & place on clean work surface. work a little to form ball. cut in half & press into two discs. wrap each in plastic wrap & put in fridge for at least 1 hour

rolling out dough method:

- remove disc. let it sit for 5 mins

- lightly flour work surface, top of dough disc, & the rolling pin

- roll out to 12 inch circle

- roll dough around rolling pin & unroll over your pie dish (I can’t do this my dough wasn’t sticky enough & she fell apart. i just pressed it into place in the dish & it was totally fine)

- gently press into dish. trim edge.

- fill edge of dough to create a thicker 1/4 inch border. crimp.

- refrigerate for about 20 mins before baking

🍓 strawberry pie filling

pie pastry

1/2 cup white sugar (this is halved from the original recipe. i think you can do less than this half cup since strawberries are already so sweet. but it’s totally up to you, depends on how sweet a pie you like!! i love a tarter pie personally)

1/3 cup plain flour

1/2 tsp cinnamon

4 cups fresh strawberries (i did 2 cups fresh, 2 cups frozen. you can use frozen fruit, you just have to thaw it beforehand. very easy to do—pour your frozen fruit into a non-leak bowl or container. fill your sink / a bigger bowl with warm water & put your bowl of fruit into that. it’s called a water bath or smth. it works. just let it thaw, it might take a while)

2 tbsp butter (optional. i didn’t use this extra butter)

method:

1. preheat oven to 220 degrees C.

2. combine sugar, flour, cinnamon in a bowl. mix lightly to combine, then mix through the strawberries. (the mix will draw the juices of the strawberries out, the flour is our thickening agent so the inside of the pie won’t leak everywhere. you can add different spices if you want but cinnamon is nice for strawberry or apple pie)

3. pour filling into pie pastry. if you are using the extra butter, dot butter pieces over the top of the filling. cover all with the top pie crust (the second disc. roll it out & drape over the top. or use a lattice pattern.) cut vents into the top crust. press the side & top pastry gently to seal the edges.

4. bake in preheated oven until crust is lightly browned, about 35 - 45 mins

et voila! best of luck i hope it is delicious

#food mention #cw food #you can ignore this

[the-fiction-witch]

Cookies

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet

Concept Party Prep

I smiled as I stood in the kitchen humming my little tune as I stirred the batter for my cupcakes, I checked my timer seeing that it only had a few more minutes before the first batch of cookies needed to come out to cool. So of course our kitchen and pretty much the whole house now smelt of delicious baked goods, mostly vanilla being the strong scent and the strawberries I cut up earlier. The sweet sounds of the birds enjoying the bird feeder in the garden as I had the door open, I soon enough heard the unmistakable sound of feet rushing down our stairs eagerly and soon enough Thomas stood holding the door frame excitedly in his red socks, blue jeans and his bulky loose grey shirt his sleeves rolled up where he had been doing laundry last I heard from him.

"Cookies?" He asks excitedly

"Not yet" I told him and his excited smile dropped

"But I did all my chores"

"Very good, And you can have a cookie when they're ready" I laughed "They're not baked yet."

"But I like when they have a slight gooey center"

"Yes and you also like eating raw cookie dough but I'm not having you get salmonella again"

"Ah! For your information, I didn't get salmonella from cookie dough." He complained "It was from that badly cooked scrambled egg from that hotel"

"Still I'd really rather you not get it again we have guests coming this weekend" I remind him as I began filling the cupcake cases

"Why do we have people coming again?" He asks

"Really? You don't know why we're having a party?"

"We're fun people?"

"It's the coronation." I remind him

"Oh yeah"

"How could you forget?"

"Because I have had way more important stuff to do. What do you care?"

"Honestly I don't but it's a bank holiday so, party. And I like parties"

"Any excuse for you to bake and decorate"

"Exactly. I decorate for everything"

"I know. Never owned different cushion covers till I met you. Now we have seasonal pillows. Not even just for the holidays we have a set of cushions that are just winter but not yet Christmas"

"It's the November pillows"

"If you've bought specific coronation pillows for the sofa I'm going to stage an intervention y/n"

"They're not coronation themed. Just… British-themed. I got one with a corgi wearing a rain hat"

"And when are we ever going to use that again?"

"... Early spring when it gets rainy?"

".... Damn it. Fine."

"Yay." I giggled giving him a little kiss and put my cupcakes in the oven taking out the cookies

"Ummmm they do smell good" he smiled coming over already trying to steal one but I have his hand a slap with the spatula

"It's too hot. You'll burn your hand"

"Too hot? I change illuminated light bulbs, I work on still-running motorbikes, and I have on-set pyrotechnics. I can handle a little cookie" he says taking one "ahhhhhh! What the fuck do you have that oven on 2000000!" 

"Serves you right I told you not till they where done" I told him "Besides its nice to have people over to watch it. god knows its a fouer hour ceremony, plus we can all drink at ten am and take the piss out of the fancy ladies funny hats"

"Good point" he says running his hand under cold water "is that why there's like four cases of beer and wine in the garage?"

"all our family and friends are coming I wanted to be prepared" 

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #tbs smut #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomassangster #thomas #thomas broide sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster i #thomas sangser imagine #thomas sangster smut #thomas smut

[ofhope]

"Thank you for your help, sir... I-it seems I even got two of them!" From the vending machine, she salvaged two cans of very particular content. With an extra to spare, she thought it was only fair to share with the kind gentleman that aided her before, and thus, she offered him one of the cans, hoping he would accept it. "Please take one, sir. It looks like soda, but it's actually cake. Cake in a can... It's my first time trying one. Have you tried one of these before?"

... for Welt Yang, test muse.

“Cake in a can?” a peculiar spectacle, pronounced evenly in his confused tone. “No, no, I... don't believe I've ever heard of a cake in a can before. I'm no stranger to similar means of dining, MREs come to mind, but this... invention has escaped my notice. Much to my surprise: if such an oddity was in high stock, I would have thought March 7th to have procured it.”

With a thank-you, Welt returned to their prior seating, cane stationed neatly aside their table.

“How, precisely, would a cake stored in an aluminum can be retrieved? The slot shouldn't be proportional to the dessert's size,” gazed upon as a subject of scientific intrigue than a treat, Welt fixed his glasses, rolled over the canister in his hand, mulling over the odd, albeit minimalistic, label. “There appear to be no instructional guides, either.”

Sliding his thumb beneath the can's lip, the lid popped off with minimal effort, no carbonated hiss trailing his action.

“... I see. May I?” grasping Annie's own, Welt administered the same fix, sugary treat now revealed to her own eyes — wisps of strawberry met their noses, a scent not artificial in spite of its container. “There. I suppose this is meant to be ate without utensils, given the apparent lack.”

A scrunch of the nose. Returning to Annie her own, Welt testily pressed his forefinger against its spongy contents, retreating without a gooey stickiness that he, nor Pom-Pom, ever really liked.

“I cannot say this isn't a unique teatime treat...”

#ghostlyanon #tbt. #Not pictured: him staring questioningly at it. Should he eat it...? Should he not...? #Also pardon the can stealing. His inner grandpa kicked in. Gotta help the young'uns. #ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS INN <33

[lost-in-sokovia]

OMG HELLO

I FINALLY DECIDED TO GET OUT FROM THE DARKNESS AND START TO ASK LOL HELLO

SO, MY QUESTION IS: what's everyone favorite dessert/candy? THAT'S SOMETHING REALLY IMPORTANT TO KNOW

i hc that annie loves pop tarts, especially the strawberry ones

OMG HI!!! SO GLAD TO HAVE YOU HERE😊

so that’s something super cute omfg. okay. i don’t be doing everybody, because that’s a lot of babies to assign favorite candies and desserts to (especially the bezukhov babies and scout because like wtf existed back then in those separate times) but here’s what i think:

august: auggie likes cinnamon rolls. he really likes dousing then in icing and stuffing his face with the cinnamony pastry. he’s such a cutie and i think eddie likes to bring auggie cinnamon rolls on his way home from work, and often has to tell auggie to slow down and not eat so fast🤭

annie: i think you’re completely right. annie loves pop tarts, especially the strawberry ones😉 she’s a big fan of anything obnoxiously strawberry flavored, but pop tarts are her favorite. she’s only allowed to have one pop tart per package though because that’s way too much sugar for this hyperactive child, but joby is like “you want a pop tart? knock yourself out” and will let her go wild lmao

peony: peony loves strawberry chamomile cake. how much more angel-like could she get? it’s light and fluffy and sweet and she thinks she’s a princess and so fancy when she eats it. she wants it for her birthday, she wants it when jay leaves for missions, she wants it when jay comes home from missions… it’s just such a fitting dessert for her and it makes my heart flutter thinking about it🥰

eloise: eloise is a chocolate monster. she ADORES chocolate and will stuff her face until she has a tummy ache with the richest chocolate desserts. she loves gooey liquidy chocolate, like lava cakes and chocolate fountains. she doesn’t like candy candy super much, she very much prefers chocolate bars and similar things like that. she worships the ground that chocolate walks on. she’s risking salmonella to eat the brownie batter and all that. eloise is a chocolate fiend and constantly has remnants of her chocolatey feast left around her lips😅

ben: ben likes candy canes and anything mint or like mint chocolate. he’s one of those weird mint-chocolate people. he likes york peppermint patties. he likes mint chocolate chip ice cream. he loves candy canes at christmas time. he’s a bit weird because i don’t think mint chocolate is very good but whatever floats baby boy’s boat. he’s just a big fan of mint and who’s to tell him he can’t enjoy it?

juni: juni loves sour candy. period. she loves baby bottle pops, sour patch kids, juicy drop pops, warheads, etc. this child gets hyped on sugar, similar to annie, and you and dwayne have to control her intake. as she gets older, the tolerance she builds to sour candy is insane, she practically has to drink a cup of lemon juice to even pucker her lips. she intakes sour things like they’re necessary to her survival, she loves chocolate

luna: luna likes oreos, she’s classic like that☺️ she loves dipping her oreos in milk, eats the creme first… she’s an oreo girl. she won’t say no to chocolate candy bars, she and juni often trade candy when halloween rolls around. you always have to hide the oreos on high shelves from luna when she’s little because she will eat a whole package by herself. she looks so cute with little cookie crumbs stuck to her cheeks when she’s eating her favorite dessert, practically inhaling the sandwich cookies. luna adores those cookies so much

ariel: ariel likes cupcakes, specifically red velvet. she loves how red the cake is and she loves the cream cheese frosting. she always manages to get frosting on her nose, and she’ll try and reach it with her tongue to clean it off, but to no avail😂 she won’t let anyone tell her that it’s just chocolate cake dyed red, because it’s special to her. it’s red!! like how cool is that!! she thinks that red velvet is very fancy, and whenever she gets her favorite treat she feels like a million bucks eating it. she’s such a cutie and loves to savor her red velvet treats

i hope you enjoyed that!! thank you for the question, i thought it was super cute🥰

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[passivenovember]

Life is supposed to be an epic. A scroll that never stops rolling with a script that never takes a breath, but maybe Steve isn’t well versed in spotting the blank when it appears. 

So, it’s best to mark his life in breaths. 

The first time Tommy made him laugh so hard that strawberry milk shot out his nose and coated the lunch room table in foamy, blossoming pink friendship. Maybe that was chapter one. The first breath that made him whole. He had his second half, finally. For the first time in his life he had a friend.

The next breath he took was when his parents filed for divorce. It was a little more like trying to catch air in his lungs before a wave crashed overhead. 

Steve’s father packed a suitcase and caught the train to Chicago because Steve’s mother wanted to keep the house. 

He’d never heard them scream at each other like that.

In a panic, howling as their blue Mercedes pulled out of the driveway for the last time, she smashed her hand through the kitchen window.

Said it was because she was aiming to catch her wedding ring as it bounced along the counter tops, but.

Steve doesn’t remember that part.

He remembers other things.

Picking shards from her knuckles, breathing deep through his nose while his mother mimicked and shook so hard Steve felt like his lungs were going to knock loose from the force of it.

She pulled him close when the blood was gone. “You’re my protector, Steven,” She said. 

“Like a shining Knight,” Steve said, even though there was nothing left to fight for. Where does the knight go when the kingdom sleeps.

Nancy gave him something to obsess over. 

Her love was a chapter that brought peace. Nancy was like like napping in a filed with the sun on his face, belly full of cheese sandwiches and tart lemonade. Steve’s lungs carried air to every part of his body, making his limbs feel taught and weightless. 

He got comfortable. Bored, maybe. Fell asleep.

And when he woke up, startled because Nancy had disappeared into the treeline and took all the warmth of summer with her when Steve wasn’t looking, his skin was red and sensitive. Burnt.

Steve had thought he was being helpful but it took forever for things to peel off and scab over. To become new, again.

After a while he learned to breathe on his own. He’s gotta live. And everything’s a blur, really. It’s gooey tentacle monsters and sleepless nights and the feeling of claws scraping down his throat when he jerks awake.

Startled.

Sucking enough air into his lungs to fill a weather balloon. To raise the titanic. To bring back the dead.

And it’s never enough.

But then he meets Billy, who’s name means Protector.

Billy, who’s probably the last chapter Steve will be able to discern the start of because he’s it, for Steve. He’s the binding glue that holds Steve’s saga together. He’s the protagonist and the tragic hero and the breath that escapes Steve’s lungs when he falls, bloodied, to a tiled floor in nowhere, Indiana. 

The end of a story.

Steve spent every moment they were together holding his breath.

Billy spooks easily. He lashes out and then he cries about lashing out and he disappears, or he tries to, but Steve chases him while his chest contracts around big, heavy feelings.

Steve sits by Billy’s hospital bed and holds his breath. 

Hopes Billy makes it out alive.

When Billy does, Steve breathes. Billy wakes up covered in bandages, rasping as he reaches for Steve over miles of scratchy hospital cotton, and Steve lets go.

Of his fears.

Of a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

--

“What do you think happens to us when we die?”

Steve flicks his sneakers over the edge of the hospital bed as some poor nurse’s cart rattles down the hall.  He’s not supposed to be up here, but Billy gets cold.

He talks more, these days.

Only to Steve.

Only to Max.

“I think we go to Heaven,” Steve answers. His hand is a weight on Billy’s thigh, a napping amphibian soaking all the warmth he keeps on offer. 

Billy doesn’t say anything for a while. Then he says, “I don’t believe in Heaven,” so softly Steve almost can’t make it out in time. Billy leans back on the hospital bed, breathing harshly through his nose. “When I died--”

“That didn’t happen. I wouldn’t let it.”

“--I saw a river,” Billy tells him, anyway. 

Steve remembers from his Nancy days that that’s a motif in Greek Mythology. Everyone passes down a river to get through the underworld. And there’s a three-headed dog, or something, guarding the entrance. 

But Billy isn’t the kind of guy who’d believe in something like that. 

“Orpheus and Eurydice are my favorite love story,” Steve says. Doesn’t mention that it was all that was playing in his head this summer, when everyone thought Billy had passed on.

When Billy blinks at him, it’s because he understands.

He’s smart. Smarter than Nancy, because he knows when to hold on with both hands. Smarter than Steve, because everyone is.

Billy sits up and leans closer. So close Steve can see green summer leaves swirling in his endless waves of blue. “Do you want to be buried, here?” Billy asks.

Steve swallows. “In Hawkins?”

“Yeah,” Billy says. Like he’s afraid of the answer. Like it matters to him.

And Steve’s smart enough not to fuck this up. “I want Hawkins to eat shit.”

“Okay,” Billy says easily. “What do you want them to do with your body?”

Once, a few years ago, Steve’s parents almost drove into a tree because the road was slick. The car was totaled and the responding officer said it was a miracle they made it out alive.

From that moment on, they never let Steve forget about it. The miracle. How lucky they were. They got a will drafted and sat Steve down on his fifteenth birthday to walk him through the specifics.

Cremation, no burial, no funeral.

Steve doesn’t like to think about death. 

Billy frowns. He knocks Steve’s hand from his knee. “I want to be dumped in the ocean,” He says, like he’s expecting Steve to argue.

“From your casket?” Steve teases. 

Billy doesn’t laugh.

It’s awkward. It’s uncomfortable and thinking about Billy, lying there like that--

“Let’s talk about something else,” Steve tries.

“No.”

“Why is it so important to you?”

“What, am I bumming you out, Harrington?” Billy snaps, eyes like the center of a flame. “I almost died this summer. Shit kinda fucks your priorities around a little.”

His voice shakes just enough that Steve can see through it to the root, stretching far below them.

Billy’s afraid.

He’s right on the brink of shaking apart and Steve’s not going to let that happen. Not now, not ever again.

So he crowds in Billy’s face. Says, “Yeah? Well my priorities are getting you out of this fucking hospital so we can dip our bodies, warm and alive, into the ocean.”

Billy’s chin wobbles. Like it frightens him and makes him happy in the same breath. Like he just can’t believe it. “What about when we die--”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” Steve determines. He runs all ten fingers through Billy’s hair, careful not to let it hurt. “Right now I just want to live with you. I want a long, happy, healthy life with you, Billy. Okay?”

When Billy doesn’t respond, Steve kisses him. Long and slow on the mouth and then chaste and quick on his cheeks. Pecking at Billy’s face like a lovesick bird until he finally cracks a smile.

When Billy’s nurse appears in the doorway, she tells Steve to get his sneakers off the bed if he wants to keep his feet.

And it makes Billy laugh.

Steve climbs down and doesn’t say that he has thought about what will happen when he breathes in for the last time. Not to his soul, but to his bones.

He wants to be with Billy, in that great wide somewhere.

He just wants that. Love, napping with it in a summer warm field.

#harringrove #yeah idk what this is #i didn't edit either so i don't wanna hear a goddamn word!

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Our Parasites

Word count: 2,188💕

—Eddie’s POV—

After I had stormed out of the apartment building, I rubbed my face with tired hands. I sighed, ‘Jesus, what am I going to do? She thinks I’m crazy’, zoning out slightly as I continued to walk down the sidewalk. Not sure where I am going, but anywhere but the apartment with Y/N would be nice. ‘Eddie, where are we going?’ Venom asked, I didn’t respond right away, and continued to walk down this quiet street. ‘I don’t know buddy..But tell me, how could a parasite like you fall in love, or better yet, make someone fall for you?’ Venom popped out from my shoulder, slowly changing himself into a Bluetooth headset. You know, the ones that are just a single earpiece that important business people wrapped around my ear and said, ‘What do you want to know?’ I sighed out of frustration. I had asked him what I wanted to know yet he didn’t just start. “Like, tell me you're story with the person you “supposedly” fucked” I said, tossing my hands about, I heard him sigh at my outburst. ‘Jesus, Eddie. Symbiotes don’t “fuck” more like we throw our parts at each other, same distance apart at high speed. Once our parts meet in the middle, both the male and female rush to the center to grab the fusing parts, whoever gets there first, which is mainly the males, doesn’t carry the baby. It is very rare for the female symbiotes to make it to the center before the male. Not impossible, just rare. That’s beside the point, now shut up so I can explain’ he sneered. I rolled my eyes at his stupid and childish response.

—Start of Flashback—

My life was just like ours now, Eddie. Boring, stupid, I was a loser; I still am but it still hurts. She was the most beautiful symbiote I had ever seen, like once you see her all you're problems would go away, so pretty and calming to look at. Her creamy grey body was so stunning. On our planet, the landscape is very orange, pink and purple, though the sky is a bright teal, retro planet really. Kind of like how you humans have weddings, where the bride throws her flowers and whoever catches it will get married next and such. We were all gathered around each other in what we call ‘Mating grounds’, yes, it is what it sounds like, but we do not do the baby ritual in front of anyone other than the two who will get intimate. She was sitting on a rock, her skin didn’t blend in completely, but was such a match that it would be hard to find her if you didn’t know where to look. I crawled to her to introduce myself, others watched as I made my move towards a female; she didn’t notice me right away, but when I had reached her and tapped her floppy shoulder she jumped letting out a small yelp, “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you“ I said softly. Her pale blue eyes stared back at me with a sparkle in her eyes. She relaxed and slid off the rock to face me better. We began to talk for a while, talking about our lives and what we wanted to do/be. This was before Riot took a few of us to you're planet, which me and her were on that asteroid towards Earth. I found out her name was Ghost, that she like most meats but fish, she just couldn’t eat fish, seafood like lobster, clams and crabs she could handle, just the “slimy, salty dumb creatures” her words not mine. She told me about the time she went to Earth years ago. I listened to her talking about the many other hosts she had, and how they were not a perfect match.

“Ghost does not like Riot” she said swiftly, I nodded in agreement, “He is an asshole huh?” She nodded at me. When talking to female symbiotes, they would try and express their interest in you extremely, and again it was rare for them not to express but the males to express. She gave off a sweet scent of fresh blood, you would find it gross, and think she was always covered in blood. But in reality, it is just like the scent of strawberries from Anne or something.

We talked for hours and hours. It was beautiful, she had this goofy, toothy grin; it sent sparks through my gooey body. I knew at that moment I loved her, that is when I made my move, I leaned into her, combining our bodies together to make this marble creamy, grey black effect; which resembled a breeding circle that snakes do. I gripped her soft chin slowly pulling her upwards, our bodies still tied together, I slammed my lips onto hers within seconds the unholy, sloppy sucking sounds were coherent. I’m sure she felt the sparks too, like a stupid corny romance movie, where the girl would hold up her leg in content, getting the man of her dreams. That is what I was feeling the entire time I was exploring her toothy mouth. She pulled away from my lips, staring into my eyes, blushing slightly. I never knew symbiotes could blush, we didn’t have blood nor a host to express the redness. But she was blushing, which would get darker the longer we stared at each other. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone staring at the two of us. Another symbiote, a grey symbiote. It is very common for other males and females to become jealous and fight for their soon to be forever mate. But this other male, wasn’t playing nice in any way. He tried to pull her away from me whenever he could. She didn’t like that male, she expressed it clearly. “Ghost says to go away, Ghost doesn’t fucking like you” I heard her scream from across the field. “Don’t be like that babe, I’m way better than the loser Venom” he snickered. Ghost doesn’t talk much but when she does it is music to my ears, but this wasn’t one of those days. I had picked some rocks for her, she likes rock for some reason, not sure why but she does. I began to walk back towards where I had left her to see her talking with another suitor; “Come on baby, you have a nice piece of goo on ya” he grinned moving closer to her, touching her, trying to fuse with her. Fusing is fighting words when it comes to mating, I haven’t claimed her yet, so I couldn’t just jump in and kill him even though I wanted to. I crawled over dragging my small bag of rocks, “Hey, she said to leave her alone.” I snapped, all he did was look at me with anger in his white eyes, staring me down and said, “Fuck off grasshopper” picking me up and throwing me miles away.

—End of Flashback—

‘When he threw me away, he threw me here. Before I had met you, I was jumping between people, that is when we started working together, to stop Life, saving Y/N; having her move in with us’ Venom paused, taking a deep breath and exhaled his next sentence, ‘Y/N smelt, so much like Ghost, I miss her, I would do anything just to see her again, to hold her. Thinking about it now, staying here is where I belong, I just hope she comes looking for me’ Venom said shakily, knowing that V had emotions of his own, towards someone he loves was something I never saw everyday. “Maybe I could help you get in contact with her. Maybe we could sneak into Drake's place and look for anything related to her?” I asked, Venom sighed a ‘yes’. Listening to Venom’s story was sweet, but I had to come back down from Neverland. Once I came too, I found myself in front of Anne’s new house with her Fiance Dan..My eyes widened once I realized what I had walked out for, I looked around to see if anyone was looking at me weird, which yes, there was this lady staring at me with an angry face. I knocked on the door, hoping I could talk to Anne, in some way at least, I looked in her driveway and saw one car. Maybe Anne isn’t home, or they both aren’t home, I highly doubt Anne would be home on her own, knowing her the little amount that I could remember at least. The door flung open, I looked up to see a familiar face, it was Anne, in what I can assume are her pajamas? She greeted me with a smile moving out of the way letting me in, I took my shoes off setting them down by the door as I walked in. “Eddie, what brings you here?” She asked, I gulped looking up at her through my lashes, “Well, some Life swat team came into the apartment, saying I had something of theirs” which is true, I did have something of theirs, “But Y/N was asking me to many questions that overwhelmed me, I walked out and didn’t realize I was coming her, would it be okay if I stayed a single night? I don’t think I can face her without getting angry in someway” I rushed, she just smiled and nodded at me with that toothy grin, so pearly white, straight and perfect teeth. And there is me, crucketed teeth, yellowish teeth, a very dirty greasy man. I can see why my appearance could be a reason why she had left me.

I shook my head to get thoughts dumb thoughts away, Anne sat down next to me with a concerning look across her face. “Why are you looking at me like that Anne?” I asked, she blinked rapidly to regain her thought train, “Sorry, um, I have a question though” she stated, I nodded in response waiting for what she wanted to ask. “Eddie, do you, I mean you probably do, but do you ever think about us getting back together?” She said softly, messing with her hair. I felt my eyes widen, ‘Eddie what is going on? You’re heart's racing and you seem a little too happy’ I heard Venom say. I sighed lightly “Yeah, I do, but you made up your mind and I have to respect it, I’m not that kind of guy to wreck a home, I don’t like it and I don’t like it when people do it. Besides, you and Dan look so happy together, I am not going to ruin it because my dick still has feelings for you” I huffed. Anne glanced at me then to the floor, “I guess that’s true” she said in a sunken tone. Was she having second thoughts about her and Dan, was there something more to what she was thinking? “Look, I’m tired and I would like to hit the sack, is that fine with you?” I asked softly. She nodded and stood up to grab me a blanket and a pillow. Once she found the two things I needed for the night, I slipped out of my leather jacket, setting it on the arm of the couch. I fluffed my pill, and spread out the blanket, I pulled the blanket over my body, looking out the living room window at the sun slowly setting. ‘Goodnight Eddie’ Venom whispered, ‘Goodnight V’ I replied, my eyes began to feel heavy, soon they collapsed together, sending me off into slumber.

—Slight time skip—

Morning came so fast, I wasn’t happy about it, but I did say I was staying one night. I am a man of my word, which means that I will be leaving soon. I opened my eyes slowly to the sound of dishes clanking and water running. I sat up looking towards the kitchen to see Dan, making breakfast. A smile crept across my face slowly. I walked into the kitchen to greet him, but I was only met with a huff and a groan. I guess it was too early or he didn’t want me here, knowing the whole me and Anne breaking up, “Dan you have nothing to worry about, I have accepted that you and Anne are going to make it official soon, I’m not going to ruin a perfect relationship” I said with a smile. That didn’t seem to help him in any way, I sighed and looked down at my feet, snug in grey socks filled with holes. “See ya man” I sassed, I turned on my heels to grab my jacket and to the door to slip on my shoes. Then someone spoke, “Eddie, Anne told me you were hitting on her, tried getting in her pants and everything. I do not want you anywhere near me, Anne or our house. Leave my property before I make your day living hell!” he growled.

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Top 5 ice cream flavors

Since you and @finrays both asked this one, I’ll give you two separate categories 👁👁

Favorite generic ice cream flavors:

1. Chocolate peanut butter

2. Salted caramel

3. Apple pie

4. Strawberry

5. Peach

Favorite brand-specific ice cream flavors:

1. Jeni’s Gooey Butter Cake

2. Jeni’s Skillet Cinnamon Roll

3. Ben & Jerry’s non-dairy PB&Cookies

4. Ben & Jerry’s non-dairy Seven-Layer Coconut Bar

5. Jeni’s Brambleberry Crisp