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alwaysshallow · 4 months

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gorgeous, part 6

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

You come home with...special guest. (3,4k)

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Being drunk as hell had its disadvantages.

"You're fuckin' unbelieveable," he said, and it seemed like he was almost disappointed that you asked for extending your adventure with him a bit.

"Come on, Simon." You tugged at his jacket, whining a bit, hoping that's gonna get him on your mercy. "You have to eat too, it's a perfect occasion."

And that was the disadvantage; the urge to eat something unhealthy. You had this desire more often than not, something inevitable on your ride back home. Kebab, McDonalds, Taco Bell, anything unhealthy and quick seemed like the best meal.

It wasn't different the night you were coming home from the gala, Soap still being your personal driver, now listening to your and Simon's ramblings if it was a good idea to drive to the nearest fast food restaurant.

Honestly, if you were him, you'd probably kick the two of you out of the car to sort it out, but Johnny always seemed too invested with drama to just give up so easily. Especially if it was something about his best friend.

"Already ate," he murmured, looking at you. “Can’t you just wait ‘till home?”

“You barely ate, liar. And, it won’t be the same, Riley.” You pointed at him, grinning a little, when he rolled his eyes, scoffing under his nose. Knowing his real surname brought you a lot of fun, considering that it fitted him more than basic “Harris”. “Besides, it’s not like we’re gonna sit here for years.”

“You’re so—”

“—you have somewhere to be, or you just like whining?”

He shook his head. “Whinin’ is my specialty, actually. Johnny, you see somethin’ ‘round us?”

“Right ‘n clear, LT.” Man chuckled, receiving a death glare from his comrade, but you? You were pretty satisfied that he agreed finally considering how hungry you felt, even if you ate something at the military gala.

“Something” was horrendous, though; as drinks were just spectacular, their food was pretty… basic, tasteless? A lot of meat that you certainly didn’t like in portions, meat that was the center of this gala. Maybe it was a preference (or being picky), but some vegetables to it, or something other than meat-centered food wouldn’t kill them to prepare, yeah?

At least, you thought this way. You were more creative with preparing food than they were.

Fifteen minutes later, you arrived; at this point, you didn’t even pay attention where you landed, what fast food restaurant it was, you just went outside before Simon did, hungry and tired of this evening, even if you were happy with you going. After all, every chance to get closer to this giant was a win.

That hurry could be your first mistake, since you didn’t even notice how your dress got stuck between the car's door when you closed it. The outcome? Ripped material, almost to your upper thigh.

“Fuck,” you groaned, suddenly getting sad about that dress. Not like you could wear it anywhere else, it looked too fancy and you wouldn’t have many occasions to represent it properly. But your whiny-alcohol self wasn't pleased when she was looking at the scene of the tragedy.

“What did you…” Simon frowned, his eyes darting from your face and the bottom of your dress, now not looking as good as it was before.

“Ripped it,” you explained it briefly, sighing to yourself, when you two entered the local. “I’ll just have to throw it in the trash later.”

He seemed genuinely confused. “Can’t buy a new one?”

You shook your head. “Wouldn’t be a bad idea, if I’d have somewhere to wear it. But I don’t, so it’s a sign that I should get rid of it, you know?”

Simon only hummed in response.

The two of you entered the restaurant and ordered food; or, it would be more accurate to say that you ordered and he, like a princess, took a seat near the window.

He still stayed with his “I don’t want anything” statement, so you took something for yourself and an additional burger, if he’d want to bite into something—you could say that you cared about him. Not only did he take you to the gala after Soap basically pranked the two of you (even if you seemed like a bigger loser in the outcome), but he also was here. Spending time that he could spend on anything else.

Cheesy thought, but you liked that he seemed genuinely pleased with your companion, even if it was something so simple.

And he wasn’t irritated with you being loud. Something that he should be praised for, honestly.

“Mm. This?” You pointed with your finger at the burger, completely not caring about messing your fingers. “This is food.”

“Not really a fan of fancy cookin’, then?” Ghost raised his eyebrow, chuckling, when you gave him a judgy look. “What? Simply askin’.”

“I am , but I prefer this. Or, cooking at home,” you explained, as you took a bite of your fries. Then, you grabbed a few, trying to offer them to him since he didn’t order anything. He shook his head. “What? Come on.”

“Not really hungry, dove.”

“Doesn’t seem like my problem, dove,” you said right back, shaking the fries between your fingers, expecting him to take it. “Come on, Riley, you can certainly be a good boy and take them.”

You were pretty satisfied when he leaned in your direction. You even moved food closer to his hand, just to make it easier for him to snatch the fries with his fingers.

But he did something entirely different than you thought, he just bit them, and when you couldn’t be more surprised, he munched them whole, his teeth lightly touching your fingers.

His teeth.

Touching your fingers.

In theory, it wasn’t anything particularly deep, something like this could happen with everyone, but your attention had the way Simon looked at you. Your gazes, locked in together, a spark in his eyes, like he was challenging you to do something about it. To have a reaction , just like he had you blushing earlier on.

You cleared your throat slowly, to move on to your diet coke with ice, now melted; just like your dignity. Probably if he’d ask you to come to his apartment, you’d agree without any resistance.

“Not gonna say anything?” He asked after a few seconds, tilting his head to the side. Cocky smile on his lips, knowing one; he wasn’t dumb after all, he noticed the way you looked at him, the way you reacted to things.

Very attractive, but very irritating as well, especially when you had enough embarrassments this evening. You didn’t need him being all cocky and shit.

“What, you need compliments? Scratching behind your ear?” You raised an eyebrow, trying to mess with his attitude. You didn’t want to make this game easier for him than it already was, it wouldn’t be in your character.

“Well, since you named me… what was the word? Good boy, mhm.” He nodded, slowly, like he was recalling it all. “Then, it would be only proper to be treated like I did somethin’ good.”

Cheeky bastard.

“Real smooth,” you murmured, barely keeping yourself from rolling your eyes at him.

When you stood up, Simon’s hand automatically went to the corner of the table; you raised an eyebrow at it, confused why he did it. You wanted to even joke about this, but the words died in your mouth, when your eyes met his, and you instantly knew .

Previously, you banged with your hip against it. Hurt like hell, and now he decided to…

You gulped, walking out of the restaurant with his hand around your waist, protectively. It was hard not to say anything about this, about this warm, bubbly feeling in your belly, but you decided it wasn’t the right time.

Especially when there was a third wheel in Soap’s form that could very easily disturb your moment, or observe everything, which would make the whole situation awkward. But, that feeling slowly melted away.

Your curiosity was bigger than trying to act like nothing happened. Your nature was just begging .

“Personal protection?” you asked in a low tone, glancing at him after ten minutes on the road. His eyes automatically went to you, and when he raised an eyebrow, confused a bit, you chuckled. “That hand on the corner of the table? And your hand on my waist?”

“Drunk ones need protection,” he murmured, shrugging. So casually, like it was nothing , even if you could feel the chemistry between you two, even in the car, when your gazes were crossed.

You tried to hide your amusement at his words. Like he tried to cover his care to not ruin the “big man from the military” facade. “Mhm. Whatever you say.”

“Callin’ me a liar, dove?”

You had to take a breath; his low tone, eyes on you, didn’t help. If it would only depend on you, you’d kiss him without thinking twice, but the enigma this man was, you had to hold yourself back.

Scaring him wasn’t even an option, not when you just got closer to him. Good things needed time and you were willing to give him all the time he needed.

“Just agreeing with you,” you replied, nudging him with your elbow. Simon raised his eyebrow, scoffing under his nose.

“Whatever you say,” he mimicked you.

You didn’t comment on this - just chuckled and looked out of the window, to appreciate the view.

Outside got really overwhelming for you though, when keeping your eyes open started feeling like a challenge - the aftermath of today and the last couple of days. Twelve hours of work with animals, stress coming up with a few operations you had to do and this gala just got to you, the want of a simple rest. And this alcohol in your system wasn't helping in this situation.

It could even put you to sleep more.

So, you just closed your eyes, trying to get them to rest for a moment, as you thought about today. You thought about the beauty of the old casino, all the people that were here, but most and for all, you thought about Simon Riley.

How he wanted to hide his little smile under this balaclava, but you caught it anyway, since you were aware that he was proud of himself. Being awarded in front of all those sergeants, captains, generals, knowing that you’re doing a damn good job and they could only be jealous. His special force, whatever he served in, was blessed to have him.

And God, you couldn’t get rid of the image of his eyes. His dark brown eyes, sparkling under that warm, orange light when he came to you after his medal was proudly put on his chest. Simon didn’t even look at anyone else in the room thanking him, his gaze was only on you, and for a few seconds, you thought you’re gonna kiss this man in a form of silent “congratulations”.

This would be a great idea, if you’d have more courage and knowledge that he won’t push you away in front of all these people. You didn’t, so you stuck just to a compliment and a smile; a kiss could come later, in the right moment, where you’d handle the possible disappointment of him telling you “no”.

After all, he was still an enigma. Puzzles to solve, where you lacked several of them, and even if you saw the whole picture, those pieces were needed to see the details.

Thoughts transformed into dream, ruined by sudden touch under your knees and on your neck; you opened your eyes wide, just to be welcomed with a quick, smooth sssh like it was supposed to calm you down. It kinda did, considering you estimated the situation slowly, acknowledging that you were right in front of your apartment. Simon handled the situation with you in his arms, as you were hugged to his chest with his jacket on you.

“Your number?”

"Hey, you can… put me down. I have legs, you know. And I'm heavy, and-"

His huff interrupted your blabbing, as you raised your eyebrow, almost offended by his behavior. "Y'think that you're heavy? Try to lift a dead man thrice your weight, completely on your own, then we'll talk. Not to mention, with military gear, so he was probably even heavier."

Well, in this comparison, you really seemed like a feather for Simon. He was big himself, full of muscles, he lifted heavier things, people, than you. "…drastic. But, I'll take it."

“Mhm. Your number?” he repeated the question, looking at you with urgency.

You sighed, defeated. “114b. Fourth floor, you have a lift if you’re gonna turn left right now.”

“Got it, dove.”

As uncomfortable it was for a few seconds, you got used to your presence on his arms. It was almost like you were the right fit for him, the way his arm easily fit under your knees. The difference between you two was pretty visible too, considering that his palm was almost the size of your head. A couple of inches and it would be there .

You couldn’t help but think of other places where you could compare him to you. A familiar heat appeared on your cheeks and you tried not to look at your company for a few seconds, ashamed.

“You never gave me a dance, actually,” you murmured. Almost inaudibly; a bit of shame went through you. It was better to ask these questions when you were wasted like shit, not when you were sobering up a little.

“A dance?” He raised his eyebrow, looking at you with confusion. Visible one, as he tilted his head, stopping right in front of your door.

“Something that you do on occasions like this one, you know.” You shrugged, as you grabbed your key from the purse, giving it to him. After turning it two times, you two entered the apartment.

“You sound disappointed,” he remarked, as he put you down, eyes observing you carefully. It seemed like he wanted to make sure, and it made the whole thing awkward even more.

“No, it’s…” you shook your head, praying to lord or whoever was listening to you, to make him drop the topic. You had enough humiliation today, you didn’t need another one.

Especially with something trivial, where your thoughts just flew out of your mouth before you even acknowledged the meaning behind them. The possible consequences of scaring him away because you wanted too much and he wasn’t the type to dance with someone.

Or to be closer with someone, in that matter.

To your surprise though, he took a few steps in your direction. “Do you want to dance with me?”

His ask made you gulp; you wanted to say that he’s not obliged to do this, lie that you don’t want it, but the look in his eyes… you just couldn’t lie. “I want to, but you probably have…”

“…just shut up”, he murmured, as he located his hands on the small of your back. Big hands, making you feel ridiculously small in comparison. “Play the music you like. From the phone, even.”

Despite feeling awkward, you picked out a song to play in the background; something slow, something that you can sway to, without being too pressed about making this perfect. Honestly, you just wanted his arms around you with good music to it, where the worries would simply go away. You thought he would have this effect on you.

And he had, despite being a little clumsy in dancing - you didn’t care about instructing him from time to time, as long as you had your head against his chest, eyes closed for a moment. You wanted to drown yourself in that pleasure, melt and never let go of this warmness that he gave you so easily.

You wondered if he was always this hot, a walking heater, or it was just tonight.

”My dance abilities are mortifyin’,” he sighed, right to your ear. Hot breath made you shudder a bit, as you acknowledged how close he actually was to you. Chest to chest level, level where you wouldn’t expect him to be.

The closest you were… was that one moment back in the clinic - you slipped, and he caught you. Things were different back then, more stiff and official than it was when he danced with you, not only because you knew a bit more about him.

You never would’ve thought that it’s possible to maintain contact with him, not with a man that felt like a ghost among others. Ghost that probably never looks back, never interacts with someone more than a couple of times, just for his egoistical needs. For a sense of calmness that he probably hasn't experienced in a long time because of his job - without people, in his own apartment, he had it. Maybe for a brief moment, but you were pretty sure that he had it somehow.

Surprisingly, iit got to the point that you went to a military gala with him, it got to the point where he recommended you a mechanic, it got to the point where you met his comrades. Completely accidentally, but still. For some reason, you felt like something was working for the first time, and you couldn’t be more happy; it felt like you tamed him, if a man like him was capable of that. Of becoming… a home cat. Home cat that scratches you from time to time, but he’s around anyway.

You got him to trust you enough. If it wasn’t a gift, you didn’t know what it was.

“You’re doing great, actually,” you chuckled under your breath, hands comfortably around his neck. Eyes locked with his rich brown, staring so carefully into yours, like he was trying to see something between them; and you’d let him, if only he wanted to.

Simon’s lips opened for a moment, until it quickly closed again with a curse, his foot crashing yours

You hissed with pain, your teeth biting into your lower lip. This man had power in his legs without even trying , you could only guess how strong it could be if he’d do it on purpose.

Simon tried to back off, but you didn’t let him, your fingers snaking around his hand to let him know that you, pretty much, didn’t care.

“That much of doin’ great, dove,” he sighed, looking down at you. “Not made for dancing.”

“You’re made for other activities, though. Sure of that,” you whispered out, as you wrapped your hands around his neck again when his hands got back at your waist. The innuendo, completely not planned by you, hit you the moment he raised his eyebrow with curiosity. The spark in his brown eyes was evident, when the heat of your words dawned on your cheeks. “I didn’t mean it that way—”

“—surely.” He chuckled, tilting his head to the side. You wondered how he was so cocksure all the time; was he like this from the start, or something, someone shaped him this way? “Tell me, would you like to test it? My other activities ?”

You were pretty sure that if he wouldn’t drop the attitude he had, you’d faint on spot. “You’re so insufferable, Riley. I swear to God. Should we stop dancing, then?”

Something ignited in him when you said that; he didn’t waste any more time, just started slowly swaying with you again. “And they are tellin’ me that I don’t have sense of humour.”

“Well. Maybe it's the elite one,” you snickered. As you felt a sudden wave of fatigue going through your body, you rested your cheek against his chest, hoping that he wouldn’t say a thing about you doing this again . Or, wouldn’t push you off, at least. “You could tell me some, if you want to. Jokes, I mean.”

“Could I…” he muttered. His grip around you tightened more, his hands going up and down your spine, making you feel at home in his arms. You suddenly didn’t need a bed to rest, a couch or anything else. Simon’s arms were enough. “Maybe I could. But I don’t know if you have ‘elite humour’, you know.”

“I might have, if those jokes aren’t about Americans being the worst people alive,” you chuckled, looking up at him with a smile, when you heard that he laughed too.

“They are, though.” He shrugged, locking eyes with you again. “But you’re the exception to the rule, dove.”

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dyinglikenarcissus · 7 months

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Stripped Naked

Part III

Warnings: 18+ only! Contains: Virgin reader, stripping, alcohol, vaginal intercourse, a couple consenting adults having a good time. It’s pretty vanilla but sometimes all you want is vanilla

He wanted you to come over after your third date but you weren’t ready yet. You knew what ‘coming over for dinner’ meant. It took two months to finally work up the courage to ask Steve to ask you over for dinner again. It was so backwards and silly. And you just weren’t quite ready.

And he respected that.

He kept your dates public and always made sure you were comfortable. He was so respectful it was almost unbelievable.

It took you almost an hour to plan out your text message only for Steve to call you in the middle of writing it and force you to stutter through your speech.

“You are so fucking adorable,” Steve sighs through the phone after you tell him your date idea.

“Should I, um, bring like an, uh, over…night…bag?” You draw out the question as long as possible fearing how ridiculous you sound.

“I don’t know. Do you plan on staying the night?” You can hear the smile in his voice and your face heats the more you think about it.

“Do you want me to?” You whisper.

“I would love for you to stay the night.” There’s such a heavy emphasis on the word ‘love’ that your heart skips a beat.

You suppress a whine at his heated words. “Okay! See you Saturday! Bye!” You rush and toss the phone at your bed. You hear his chuckle because you were too dumb to actually hang up the phone and a muffled, “See ya, sunshine,” before your phone beeps.

You’re so nervous and excited, you have your bag packed by Wednesday.

He was going to have Bucky cook but you thought it would be more fun to cook together. “I don’t know what we have, sunshine,” Steve sighs as you walk together through the grocery store aisles.

“You have to have salt. Bucky’s a chef.”

“You should call him and ask,” the blond suggests while pushing the cart.

“Do you go in your kitchen at all?”

“I go in there to get drinks. I know we have beer, and bourbon, and whiskey, and those limearita things which we need more of. Oh! And there’s water in the door.”

“Oh my gosh,” you giggle as he continues to list all the alcohol in his home. You wind your way around the grocery store and learn far more than you have on any date. Steve has a huge sweet tooth. He wanted every ice cream tub and candy bar he saw but settled on a cherry pie you could share. He’d stand there and read the labels on all of them to convince himself he didn’t need it. “I could have like five protein shakes or this one ice cream bar,” he’d mumble and put it back on the shelf.

He was also extremely picky which was shocking for an adult. “I don’t like brussel sprouts,” he frowned when you read it off on the ingredients list.

“We can have some other vegetable. Green beans?”

“No.”

“Carrots?”

“No”

“Broccoli?”

He paused and thought. “Nah.”

“What do you like?”

He thinks again for a moment, leaning his tall body over the basket handle. He looks like a giant buff child after saying no to every vegetable you could think of off of the top of your head. “Bucky makes a zucchini pasta that I like.”

“Zucchini then,” you smile.

“You don’t come to the grocery store often, do you?” You ask when he comments about how many types of bacon there are.

“Nah, Sam and Bucky do the grocery shopping. I deal with the cleaning and the fixing and the house work. Target and Home Depot are more my speed,” Steve sighs and slips his hand in your back pocket while you wait for the deli man. “I’m good with my hands,” he says as he squeezes your ass and you practically jump out of your skin. He just laughs and thanks the deli man for you before tugging you away.

You weren’t sure what to expect from the home of three bachelors but it certainly wasn’t this.

“You’re sure this is your house?” You whisper as he pulls into the circular driveway.

“I’ve got two roommates with actual jobs. I’m taking full advantage of it,” Steve grins as he backs into the garage attached to an enormous mansion. You notice his bike next to another more classic one. It must be Bucky’s but otherwise the garage is empty. Steve promised Sam and Bucky would be out for the evening leaving the house to just the two of you. You were a little embarrassed by the thought of other people being in the house while the two of you…

Your face heats just thinking about it.

Steve only lets you carry his pie while he leads you into the house with the rest of the groceries. You’re a little glad he did because you’re in awe the second you step through the back door. And it just leads into the kitchen. The chef’s kitchen. With a giant fridge and freezer, a double gas stove, four ovens, and one of those countertop sinks like the Kardashians have!

You almost drop the pie.

“You need a tour,” Steve laughs as he takes his precious dessert from your hands. He links your hand with his and leads you into a dining room with floor to ceiling windows overlooking a beautiful rose garden. There’s a game room, a theater, an infinity pool. The gym even has a stripper pole.

“Why do you ever leave your house?” You question looking up at the enormous chandelier in the entry way.

“Gotta pay the mortgage somehow. I made that, by the way,” he sighs gesturing to the light fixture you were in awe of.

“No!” You hiss.

“Yup. I was going through a sculpture phase. Sam convinced me to go with it and Bucky told me to just make sure it’s functional. So, that’s what happened.”

“Wow,” you whisper walking around in a circle to get a full view of it. “It’s beautiful.”

“The whole thing is recycled plastic. All of the ‘crystals’ were 3D printed and chained together with hot glue. The rods are cut up PVC. All a facade,” he sighs leaning against the table at the center of the entry way.

“Is there a story behind it?” You ask noticing his melancholy attitude toward the piece.

“I went through a bad breakup. She was very beautiful on the outside but completely fake on the inside. Making that was how I got over it.”

“Oh,” you whisper wanting to know more but knowing better than to ask too much about exes. But there’s something you have to ask. “Do you miss her?”

He sighs as you step in front of him, the points of your flats meeting his loafers. “I think part of me always will but I think I’m worth so much more than a pretty face.”

“You are,” you smile. “If she couldn’t see that, I don’t think she really knew you.” He instantly lights back up, smiling down at you before pulling you closer. He kisses your forehead, then your nose, then the very corner of you mouth.

And then you meet his lips. Your hands travel up to his face, cupping it as you pull him that much closer. He groans into your mouth and you feel something stir in your core. Steve’s hands find the backs of your thighs and lifts you to wrap your leg around his trim hips. His lips leave yours to travel down to your jaw before he buries his face in your neck. He teeth nip at your throat and you whine his name not knowing what to do and feeling so much all at once.

“What do you want, sunshine?” Steve husks into your skin.

“You. Make me yours.” He growls. Actually growls. And your need for friction overrides your brain as you grind against his hips.

“Want that. I want all of you,” he swears, placing opened mouth kisses over your pulse and sucking the blood to the surface of your skin. “But we have to make dinner first.” You cry out softly and he chuckles before carrying you back to the kitchen. “Get to work, woman!” He laughs and spanks you softly after placing you back on you feet.

“Is this how you treat Bucky?” You laugh and start unpacking the groceries.

“I spank him harder,” Steve smirks and helps you find some cooking equipment. Cooking is fun and extremely stressful as Steve practically wraps himself around you while you attempt to pan fry two salmon fillets and roast vegetables. He doesn’t even let go when the oil in the pan starts popping.

That’s real love.

You do the same thing to him while he cleans up: standing on his feet and latching onto him like a koala. He seems to love it, stealing kisses every chance he gets.

“Alright you. Time for bed,” Steve announces after drying his hands. He puts you over his shoulder and totes you upstairs like you weigh nothing.

“This is my room,” he announces opening a set of double doors.

“Wow! I love how everything is upside down,” you giggle.

“She’s got jokes when it’s just the two of us,” he observes before dropping you on the bed. You bounce once before getting a good look around the space.

It’s sparse. White walls and leather furniture. There’s a drawing above the bed of Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Natasha. They’re all laughing and hugging and it makes you smile. “Who’s that?” You ask seeing a half finished portrait on a large canvas near the window.

“Sam’s sister. Bucky’s got a huge crush on her and he asked me to paint it for her. I’m having trouble finishing it.”

“A crush?” You laugh. It sounds so juvenile when the man is, like, thirty.

“He used to be such a lady killer now he has a break down just thinking about asking a girl out. The military changes you,” he sighs.

“How did it change you?” You wonder.

“I used to be 5’7” and 110 pounds soaking wet.” You give the giant man a dubious look. He just tugs out his phone and scrolls for a moment before showing you a photo. “Used to stand on a fucking box to reach Bucky’s height.”

“Did they experiment on you or something?” You guess taking his phone to enlarge the picture of him in an enormous suit and Bucky in his army greens.

“What do you think they do in the military?” Steve laughs and swipes through some picture for you. “I just hit puberty late and basic training did the rest.”

“Wow,” you breathe watching the progress photos. “I need to join the army.”

“Nah, you’re perfect,” Steve quickly denies, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You just give him a coy look and stand up to inspect the painting more closely. He really is an amazing artist. “Why can’t you finish it?”

“My inspiration is focused on something else,” Steve mutters and picks up a sketch book on his bed side table. He opens it to a marked page and hands it to you.

It’s the selfie he took with you at hero training. But it’s not? “You drew this, huh? It’s amazing,” you sigh in awe.

“You like it?”

“I love it,” you grin.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I made it…bigger?”

“No, of course not.” He inhales sharply before opening a door and pulling out another large canvas.

“Don’t get mad.” He prefaces before showing you the art on the other side.

You gasp. It’s the drawing blown up and painted in neon colors. “That’s me?”

“Yeah,” he says tentatively.

“You made me blue like an Avatar! I love it!” You cry happily.

“You really like it?” Steve asks sheepishly.

“Stevie! I love it! It’s amazing! How did you pick the colors? It’s like it’s normal if you don’t think too hard about it.”

“I made a personalized color wheel every regular color corresponds to neon color so the theory still makes since. It’s like a negative but I picked my own opposite colors.” He excitedly explains all the details in depth to you and you just can’t believe someone would take the time to draw you let alone make up a color theory revolving around you. No one’s ever…cared that much.

You stand on your toes to press a kiss to his lips, stopping any further words. When you pull away, all you whisper is a soft “thank you”.

“You’re welcome,” Steve exhales.

You both stare at each other for a moment and that feeling in your core starts to go haywire again.

Steve turns to lean the painting against the wall before spinning back on you. “Can I just…?” He presses a kiss to your lips without even finishing his question. Whatever it was, you would’ve said yes. You tangle your fingers in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. So soft and fluffy and “eek!” You trill as he lifts you by the backs of your thighs.

“Want you in my bed,” he mutters without ever breaking the kiss. You just nod, a soft whine escaping you when one of his big hands gropes your ass.

You suddenly feel your back meet the plush duvet and it all feels so real. The way his hand travels up your skirt and feel of his jeans rubbing against the insides of your thighs.

It’s a little too much.

“Wait!” You cry, breaking away from him.

He immediately stops And pulls away from you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I-I just…can I use your restroom?”

“Of course, sunshine,” he smiles and points to a closed do before rolling off of you.

You sprint towards the door and double back to grab your duffel bag before closing it firmly behind you. You don’t even turn on the light. You’re too nervous.

You hold your face squeezing your cheeks between your palms to try to calm yourself. It’s okay. You’re okay. It’s Steve. It’s just Steve. The man you’ve grown to love and trust.

He won’t hurt you.

All of the apprehension is in your head.

You heard him. He thinks you’re perfect. He’s perfect. You just need to make it through this first time.

You take a deep breath and rifle through the clothes you brought before finding the bright yellow garment.

You can do this.

You had so much confidence when you bought it but putting it on for the man you bought it for is the true test of strength.

You return to the room to find Steve lounging across his bed. His face instantly lights up when he sees you attempting to hide behind your bag.

“My sunshine girl!” He grins and beckons you back to the bed. “Don’t try to hide that gorgeous body from me. Come here.” You take a shaky breath and put down your bag before approaching the bed. “Beautiful,” he sighs getting an unobstructed view of your body wrapped in a strappy yellow lingerie set you got for him. He takes your hand and makes you twirl for him. “I’ve got to see you on a pole. Come on.” He’s off the bed in an instant and tugging you toward the door.

“What? Where…?” You gape attempting to slow him down.

“The gym,” he laughs and pulls you again.

“Oh no! I’m not leaving this room in this.”

“There’s no one here. Come on.” You let out a soft whimper but you follow him anyway. “Here.” He tugs off his shirt and hands it to you knowing you’re uncomfortable with the idea. It’s still so warm as you slip in on and follow a little more confidently.

Steve takes an experimental spin on the pole before holding out an arm for you. You happily fall into his embrace and his kiss.

His very shirtless embrace.

You place a hand on his toned stomach. So many muscles. You let out a satisfied hum as your hand roams up to his large pec. He let out a growl and nips at your bottom lip.

A feeling flutters through your stomach and heads straight for your core.

Steve grips your hand and presses a kiss to your palm. “Show me your moves, sunshine.” Steve places your hand on the pole below his.

“Right now?” You laugh nervously.

“Yup. Right now,” he grins and steps away from you to take a seat on one of the benches. “The t-shirt really makes it.” You giggle and toy with the hem of his shirt before gripping the pole a little more confidently.

“What are you dancing to?” He asks tugging his phone from his pocket.

“You pick,” you smile and do an experimental twirl for him.

“You don’t even need music,” Steve chuckles and plays some surprisingly soft big band music. You weren’t expecting this.

You hum softly as you contemplate the song before doing one of the five moves you know.

“Perfect,” Steve cheers as you successfully spin down the pole hanging on by just your legs. “You know, it helps if you have more skin contact.” You roll your eyes and finally remove Steve’s shirt. “Fucking beautiful,” he sighs as you continue your dance.

“You really think so?” You ask making a jump at the pole.

“I know so,” Steve sighs and stands to join you. “Come here.” He pulls you into a kiss, his hand holding you by the bare small of your back. You feel it slowly inch up but you’re so lost in his lips and body that you don’t notice him unhook your bra until you feel the material loosen around your chest. You let out a soft gasp and attempt to catch it but Steve grips one of your hands. “I want to see you. All of you.” You stare back into his deep blue eyes before finally giving him a small nod. The bra falls to the floor and his hand runs up your side, his thumb tracing the crease of your breast making you shutter. “Can I touch you here?” You quickly nod again wanting for more of that feeling but he grips your chin and directs your gaze back to his. “Can I hear you say it?”

“Yes, please, Stevie,” you whisper.

“Please what?” He smirks still holding your face and caressing the skin just shy of your nipple so you can barely think.

“Please, touch me!” You finally whine. “My breast. My ass. Everywhere. Please!”

“Yes, ma’am,” Steve grins and finally connects with your pebbled nipple making you moan his name. “I love when you say my name like that,” he groans and bites your bottom lip.

“Stevie,” you whine in response, wiggling against his roaming touch.

Then one long strong finger slips just between your clothed folds and you practically crumple at the feeling.

“Like that?”

“Mmmhmm,” you moan squeezing your eyes shut as he adds a little more pressure to your clit.

“You know what I’m gonna ask,” Steve goads as that sinful finger makes a lazy circle around the bundle of nerves.

“Please, play with my pussy. It yours. All yours,” you husk leaning back against the hard metal pole to support yourself.

“Such a fast learner,” Steve chuckles but removed his hand from your core. “I’m gonna make you feel so good. I just need you to trust me.”

“I trust you,” you agree instantly.

“Such a good girl,” he sighs and hooks his fingers into the band of your panties to shimmy them down your thighs and to the floor. “Such a beautiful, perfect girl,” he mutters as his kisses trail lower to you neck and collar bone. He nips at the thin flesh there making you shutter before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth.

“Steve! Please! Ohhhh!” You cry as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive flesh. You hips make waves against nothing as you grip his shoulder and the pole behind you.

“Do you need some attention down here?” Steve asks running his fingers along your folds. You nod still unable to open your eyes. “Look at me,” he orders and you reluctantly focus on him. He’s on his knees now in front of you, his beautiful face level with your chest as you watch him. You caress his cheek and he turns to press a kiss into your palm.

“Let me make you feel good.” You nod and he lifts one of your thighs just to toss it over his shoulders and dive face first into your pussy. You almost scream at the feeling. He skillful tongue makes loops around your clit and you’re forced to grip his hair for balance. His fingers squeeze into your ass, forcing you closer as his mouth delves deeper into your folds.

Steve’s nose bumps your clit as his tongue wiggles into you and your knees give out completely.

But he’s so strong. He just holds you there. And oh god! You just hump against his face as he pulls something out of you that your vibrator never could. You let out a soft whine as your climax hits and practically smoother him in your core but he keeps going and you feel it getting higher and faster and tighter and-

“Eeek!” You scream as squirt right into his waiting mouth. Your breaths are shallow as you ride out your orgasm on his face, his tongue keeping pressure on your clit until you’ve had enough.

You’re mortified. You’re body’s never done that before. You slowly release the death grip you have on Steve’s scalp only to find him grinning up a you.

“Fuck. I’ve never gotten anyone to do that before,” he chuckles and presses kisses to you mound and hips.

“What?” You try to process what just happened while he showers you in affection.

“You just came, sunshine. And it was glorious.”

You can’t help but laugh at his words. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head quickly as Steve stands back up showing off his soaked face. “That’s all me, huh?” You ask, running your fingers over his wet chin.

“All you. And you taste amazing.” Your face heats but you don’t have time to feel embarrassed as Steve tugs you from the gym. “I can’t let your first time be on the gym floor. We gotta do this right,” he insists as leads you through the halls completely naked. But it doesn’t bother you at all in your dazed state. You just nod and let him take you where ever he wants.

Then Steve’s bedroom door clicks shut behind you and a little part of you wakes up.

It’s really about to happen.

Steve brings the hand he was just holding to his lips before placing it at the crotch of his jeans.

“You feel that, sunshine?” You gasp at how big he is. You grip his confined cock slightly and he lets out a soft hiss. “You feel what you’re doing to me?”

“So big,” you mutter.

“All for you.”

You remove your hand from his crotch and undo his jeans shakily. You look up at Steve to find him watching you intently. “It’ll fit?” You ask making him smile.

“I’ll make sure it fits,” he assures you and presses his jeans and underwear down his hips. He’s built like a god. Thick muscular thighs and a red cock that drips precum like a broken faucet once it’s exposed.

You shutter slightly but let him guide you to the bed. “Lay down,” Steve mutters, following you on top of you while pressing kisses to your lips. That’s all you can focus on. The way his lips make your stomach do somersaults and your core flutter. You completely forget how nervous you were just a few minutes ago.

He makes you feel so comfortable as his hand strokes your arm and hip softly.

“I’ve been told that it stings a little your first time,” Steve mutters, pulling away a little to watch you. “I obviously don’t have much experience with that but I don’t want to hurt you,” he trails.

“You’ve been perfect so far,” you assure the blond, pressing your body up to kiss him. “I trust you.”

He nods and presses one of your thighs to your chest. He takes in a shaky breath. “God, this pussy is fucking beautiful. Do I need a condom?”

You shake your head with a small smile. “IUD.”

“Last chance to say no.”

“Stevie. Please, fuck me,” you beg just wanting to get past the pain and trusting he’ll bring you pleasure.

“Alright. Okay. Deep breath.” You nod and inhale just for him to press into you as you start to exhale. You let out a soft cry as he slowly fills you.

This was something you’ve never experienced before. You felt so full and tight and then it got to the point where it burned. You hiss as Steve pulls you a little tighter to him.

“Relax. You’re squeezing the shit out of me.” Steve instructs and you attempt to take a deep breath.

You gasp as he rocks into you, inserting just a little more at a time. “Almost there,” he mutters. “You’re doing so good for me, sunshine.” You feel so full as he finally bottoms out leaving you whimpering into his neck.

Steve pauses deep inside of you, letting you adjust to his girth.

He’s so heavy.

Your breaths come out shakily as he pulls away. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“N-No,” you whisper. “You’re just really…really big.”

He chuckles at your words. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Let me know when I can move.” Steve presses his lips against your temple before trailing them down to your jaw. You smile at the affection and attention, preening as he whispers sweet nothings into your neck.

“You feel amazing, sunshine. Made for me.”

You whimper and wiggle under his hold not sure what you want but you feel restless now. With him deep inside you, stretched to your max, his touch and words sending butterflies around your stomach and to your core with every breath. You’re not sure how much more of this you can take.

“Stevie, I think I’m ready,” you whisper.

His voice starts with a soft hum against your skin. “You sure?” You nod and he quickly pulls away and lifts a skeptical brow at you.

You can’t even laugh, you’re so full but you still smile up at him. “Stevie, I want you to fuck me the way you’ve been threatening to since I met you. That’s an order,” you state confidently.

He grins down at you and wordlessly grips the calf of your leg folded against you, pressing into you a little further.

You’re pretty sure you’ve lost your breath.

You let out soft squeaks with each of his deep thrusts until you feel like you might pass out.

“Hey,” Steve breathes, slowing down to a soft wave. “Are you breathing?”

You gasp and laugh in embarrassment before taking a deliberate breath. “I think I forgot how to for a minute.”

Steve tosses his head back in laughter. “Did I take your breath away, sunshine?”

“Give it back, Stevie,” you demand playfully.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep it,” he grins and presses a kiss to you lips, then another, and another. Steve tosses your bent leg over his shoulder giving you much more breathing room as he goes back to fucking you.

His thrust are deliberate, like he’s searching for something; never hitting the same spot twice. You start to ask what he’s looking for until it hits you like fright train.

“Fuck!” You groan, tossing your head back into the pillows.

“Yeah, there it is,” Steve breathes. Your eyes squeeze shut as everything sparks in your body at once.

Your vibrator has never done this. You can’t help but whine as he rails into that spot over and over.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Squeezing the shit out of me,” Steve moans as he grips your thigh. You can barely feel it. Every nerve ending is firing on all cylinders. You start to feel like you can’t catch your breath but your lungs are completely full.

“Steve, Steve, Steve,” you cry repeatedly.

“Let go for me. Fuck,” he groans. “Come on!” He barks and you almost cum on sight. Your breath hitches as stars light the darkness behind your eye lids. You feel like you’re gasping for air as you body wracks against Steve’s. Somewhere you start to feel kisses against your neck and jaw as you catch your breath. Your fingers trace the back of Steve’s shoulders as you start to return his kisses. “There you are,” you can hear the smile in his voice as you slowly open your eyes to meet his ocean gaze. “You okay?” You nod. You think all you can do is nod. He strokes your cheek and starts to pull out of you.

“Was that it?” You ask a little disappointed that it’s over.

“You aren’t satisfied with that?” Steve smiles stroking at your now empty but so sensitive core.

“I-I am! That felt amazing! But I thought it would be…longer?” You question, not exactly sure what you wanted it to be. It was good, really good! But it didn’t seem finished.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far,” Steve laughs and leans back on his heels to watch your prone form. “But I’m not done with you. Turn over,” he commands. You quickly scramble onto your stomach and wait for further instructions. Steve just chuckles behind you. “I didn’t think you were that green. On your hands and knees.”

“Oh,” you squeak and quickly follow directions.

“God, this ass,” Steve groans as he spanks you softly before squeezing the fatty flesh with both hands. “I’m gonna get a little rougher with you, alright. You let me know if you need a breather.”

You nod before remembering yourself and give and affirming “okay”.

Steve manipulates your body, spreading your knees and pulling back your hips until he has you in a bizarre yoga position.

“Comfortable?”

“Not really,” you admit, looking at him from over your shoulder.

“You won’t care in a minute,” Steve laughs and grips your hips. “Let me know if you need a break.” You nod and he slips back inside of you and you both let out soft groans.

This feels different. This feels deeper and there’s more friction and you feel more grounded and “Ugh!” You can’t help the noises that escape you as he finds that spot again but it’s so much more intense as he drives right into it over, and over, and over.

Your breaths come in short gasps and soon your arms can’t hold you up anymore. You fall onto you elbows smoothing your face in the pillows below you. Your cries and moans are muffled while Steve sets a punishing pace inside you.

You’ve cum at least once like this but you can’t tell anymore after that. They all seem to blend in as Steve fucks you into the bed. Moisture drips down your thighs as the noises your slapping skin gets wetter.

“Fuck! You came like a faucet, baby,” Steve moans. Your core clinches at his words making him groan and spank you again. “Let’s see if you have another one in you.” Steve grips your shoulders and pulls you up so your back is flush with his chest.

“Oh fuck,” you whine. This new position just gives him more leverage as he attempts to destroy your insides.

“Yeah. That’s it,” Steve groans, pressing his lips to your throat as he tugs your head back by your braids. “Fuck, I’m close. Give me one more.” And with all that he’s doing inside you, he presses his fingers to you swollen, sensitive clit and rubs tight circles over it. You let out a hoarse scream as you cum again but Steve doesn’t stop. His fingers continue to work and his dick continues to stir you up until you let out a soft shout and you feel something so satisfying empty from your core just in time for Steve to fill you up again.

“Shit,” Steve groans as he paints your insides in hot sticky cum just as you paint his bed in your own. “Fuck,” he pants when you feel his cock jerk inside you and release a little more.

He collapses back on his heels dragging you down with him as he catches his breath. You pant as you lean back against him. You never felt so raw and vulnerable in your life.

You can’t wait to feel like this again.

Your eyes finally slide open to see the trail of drops left on Steve’s comforter from your release.

“Fuck, sunshine. Look at that masterpiece,” Steve sighs referring your cum.

“Steve,” you shy away, attempting to hide your face but you’ve already opened everything to him. What was the sense in hiding now?

Steve presses a kiss to your cheeks as his hands wrap around your waist. He holds you so close and you feel so good in his arms, you start to relax and instantly feel his cum start to drip from you and onto him and the bed.

“I’m definitely going to have to wash this,” Steve laughs. “Totally worth it.”

You smile and look back to press a kiss to his lips, tangling your fingers behind his head to pull him closer.

“I love you,” you whisper softly against his lips.

“It was that good?” Steve asks with a soft smile as his fingers tickle your sides.

“It was that good,” you confirm confidently.

Steve hums in satisfaction and presses another kiss to your lips. “I love you,” he sighs into your skin making you shiver.

Steve lets out a soft groan as he slips from inside you making you whine softly from the loss. “How are you feeling?” He asks, rubbing your shoulders. “Satisfied? Was that enough? If not, give me a couple minutes and we can do it again,” he grins making you giggle.

“I don’t think I can take anymore,” you whisper. “Am I supposed to be this sore?”

“Again, I don’t have any experience on your end of it but I think so.” He finds a dry spot on the bed to lay down and watch you still sitting back in the position he left you in. “God, you’re gorgeous,” he sighs. You just shake your head and glance over his naked body.

“You’re gorgeous,” you admit looking at all those muscles as he lounges across his bed.

He just smirks at you a reaches for your hand. He pulls you to him and you pick around the wet spots to lay against his chest.

“So, you’re not a virgin anymore. How’s it feel?”

You giggle, snuggling into his side before answering. “Um…I feel the same?”

“You’re telling me virginity is a social construct meant to keep women from exploring their sexuality?” He gasps making you giggle again.

“I guess so,” you agree, your fingers tracing shapes around his abs.

“Thank you for sharing your first time with me,” Steve sighs.

“Thank you for being an amazing partner,” you smile.

“Next time, you’re on top,” Steve declares and moves to get up.

“Where are you going?”

“Gotta clean my girl up. Unless you want my dried cum all over you. I’m not complaining. Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“Oh,” you squeak at his sudden possessiveness.

“Too much?” He smiles pressing a kiss to your head.

“No, I like it,” you whisper and lay back against the pillows.

“So, I can keep you locked up here? You can be my little sex prisoner?” Steve jokes as he walks off.

“Depends,” you muse and stretch only to curl back into the pillows.

“On what, my little sunshine?” Steve asks returning with a damp towel. “Open up,” he requests pointing at your legs.

You wince slightly at his touch. You didn’t realize how raw you truly felt. He glances up at you after tossing the towel on the floor to focus in you. You give him a coy smile. “Depends on if you’ll strip for me.”

“Oh, honey. Name the time and place,” Steve coos nuzzling his nose against your as you pull him into an embrace. “On one condition: you’ll strip with me.” Your eyes widen and you quickly shake your head which he counters with an adamant nod. “It’ll be so much fun! Couples routine! I’ll have my choreographer make us something.”

“Steve! I can’t-no!”

“Yes! What was all that about trusting me? It doesn’t have to be for a paying crowd. It can be just for us,” he mutters against your lips. “It would be so hot.”

“It can be just for us?”

He nods, kissing your nose. “Just for us. And maybe Nat. And Sam and Bucky have to see it of course. And my choreographer, of course. And Carol! She’s trying to replace me and I need to assert my dominance.”

You giggle at his enthusiasm. “Stevie, no one can replace you. But this is starting to sound like a lot of people…”

“Sunshine, you haven’t met Carol. She’s blond, she’s tall, she was in the air force. Her stage name is Captain Marvel. She’s coming for my entire brand! And I want to show you off. I want people to know you’re mine,” he trails.

You watch him for a moment and try to look at it from his perspective. Dancing was a huge part of his life. He wanted you to be part of your life.

You think you can put your insecurities aside for one evening. For him.

You take a deep breath and nod. “Okay.”

“Really?” Steve grins excitedly.

“Yeah! Really,” you giggle. “Let’s do it. Show Carol there’s only one Captain America.”

Steve presses a deep kiss against your lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too.”

Part II | Master List

#steve rogers fic #Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers x black!reader

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somesmartsmarties · 1 year

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F7 eating habits headcanons!

So after seeing this wall of text, a friend of mine asked if i could make one for their eating habits, and who am i to say no U_U

I humbly apologize for the fact that this one won't be as long as the previous one, there aren't that many eating habits headcanons to get ideas from so about half of this will probably just be what i think some of their favorite foods would be- 😭

Anyways, here we go

Merlin

- i feel like he'd be a picky eater, but maybe not the most picky eater out of the group - he'd be the type of guy to divide the food on his plate in "food i like more" and "food i like less" and eat the former for last - it'd be pretty funny if he couldn't handle spicy food like at all - i actually don't know what his favorite food could be- - we've seen he likes carrots in the movie but that isn't really a dish i don't think- - carrots are probably one of his favorite vegetables tho - i feel like he'd have a preference for savory foods (not spicy however, just salty) - probably doesn't ask for seconds very often, but he's done it a few times in the past - always leaves some amount of food on his plate (usually not that much however)

Jack

- SO picky - refuses to eat bird meat - saves his favorite food for last - has called food bad just because of how it looks at least once - "I don't have a sweet tooth, don't be ridiculous" he says, eating his fifth marron glacé of the day - i honestly don't know what his favorite food would be, something fish based maybe- - eats rather quickly, but not like "scarfs his food down" type of quickly, does that make sense- - hates beans - apples are his favorite fruit (yes, even after all that happened with Regina; he avoids eating them in front of Merlin and Snow for a while after the movie's events) - barely ever asks for seconds, you REALLY need to make something amazing for him to ask for seconds

Arthur

- the least picky eater on the planet - scarfs his food down, but he doesn't do it too often and even then he doesn't look like a wild animal when eating - you'll be hard pressed to find a food he doesn't like - probably always asks for seconds - has probably asked for thirds a few times - the group trash bin (aka all the food that everyone else leaves he'll gladly eat) - i don't think he's the type of person to not finish all of his food, the few times it's happened he was probably really tired and fell asleep before he could finish everything - his favorite food would probably have meat and vegetables in it, me thinks - i don't think he'd eat vegetables unless paired with something else, like fish or meat

Hans

- not picky in the slightest - tries the food before calling it bad - always eats less compared to everyone else (because of... reasons..) - probably doesn't have a favorite food, likes most things he eats honestly - takes his time to savor everything, but doesn't take forever to finish his food - always finishes his food - has a slight preference for sweet food, but only slightly - only ever asks for seconds if he's not the one cooking, and even then he doesn't ask that often

Pino, Noki and Kio

- don't ask them their favorite food, it changes every month - not super picky, but sometimes it is hard to find something they like - favorite vegetables are carrots (onions are close seconds) - usually eat everything that's on their plate (or at least they try) - super fast eaters, they can be done eating in 5 minutes if they want to - don't really have a preference for sweet or savory foods, both are equally good in their eyes - usually ask for seconds - have a bad habit of eating so fast that while they're done eating everyone is still halfway done so they either leave the table or they remain seated and talk a bit, either to each other or with whoever wants to - they really don't like it when fruit or vegetables are really ripe, they don't like how squishy they get

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greatcheshire · 1 year

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i think you've alluded a few times to the weird food situation you had in your upbringing, so i was wondering if you ever talked at length about that? if not, would you be comfortable saying like, what the heck was up with it? if not thats totally fine, i know it's probably a tough subject, but i will admit i am intrigued.

I believe I've talked about it before, but probably through scattered posts and what not, so I don't mind explaining it! If anything just so I have something to link to when people ask lol

CW: abuse I guess? Idk if this counts for abuse or not but just for safety's sake

Basically I wasn't really exposed to a lot of food as a young child. Like I was a picky eater at a young age, which isn't that unique, but my mom wouldn't pressure me to step out of my comfort zone at all and try anything else (vegetables, bread, most food) and instead resort to whatever I already liked. By the time I was five, this had evolved into my mom rarely, if ever, cooking anything for me and my sister, with her often just getting me fast food nuggets or me having to cook whatever a five year old could easily make and would want to make (aka a lot of microwave pizzas, dinosaur nuggets, hot dogs, and mozzarella sticks. She would give me Twinkies for breakfast, though, as they were "a source of bread so they're healthy"). As a result of this, even if I did want to try new foods, I was often unable to, as they weren't in the house or not something I could easily prep or understand myself.

This evolved once again around the time I was in middle school when my mom had me placed on a very restrictive diet in order to present a legal case for the court regarding my custody, treatment, and physical and mental health. She worked with my doctor at the time to put me on a diet where the only restriction was I couldn't eat anything over 7% saturated fat, which quickly showed to be a flawed system, as it meant I could eat as many cookies as I wanted but wasn't allowed a single yogurt cup. As part of this diet, my mom basically refused to buy any food for me that wasn't cinnamon rolls or Ritz crackers dipped in ranch dressing. So for a few years, so long as I was at my mom's, I was eating either cinnamon rolls or Ritz with ranch for three meals a day, minus the days I could sneak out and secretly use money to buy myself lunch somewhere. I remember one time she had me take a glucose test (where you have to fast and then get your blood drawn every hour for, like, 8 hours) and refused to get me anything real to eat afterwards so I chugged a few Vitamin Waters and ate Ritz crackers with ranch dressing in the hopes that it would help the woozy feeling that comes with having so much blood drawn after fasting.

When I was 14 my mom died and I was now living with my dad full time and at this point my palate began to expand, mainly due to my stepmom encouraging/pressuring me to try things that weren't just chicken tenders, cheese sticks, hot dogs, or pizza. However, I wasn't fully out of the clear yet, as my dad is also a picky, meat and potatoes kinda guy. So while I was trying more and more foods, it was a lot of stuff like pork chops or ribs or brisket or steak. Still good things to try! But not a lot of variety, especially for a family that doesn't eat non-American foods except for Taco Bell and doesn't keep fruits or vegetables in the house. Furthermore, I also had the point where despite being a teenager, being kept away from so much food for so long made me sort of averse to even breaking that barrier. Why try bread at this point when I'm 15 and know that I don't like it? What if I have it and it's gross? What if I finally do try lettuce and it makes me sick? Even when I did try things, a lot of it tasted so differently from what my tastebuds were used to that it was hard to learn to actually like it. This is something I still struggle with, to be honest: how to determine if I actually don't like the taste of something or if's just a new taste I've never experienced before.

It would kinda stay stagnant like this until I was 19, just finishing up my first year in college and about to go into my second. And as we all know, college is the time for discovery and experimentation, which in this case meant trying bread. I don't know why I started branching out into more foods then. I think I had just gotten so tired of eating the same thing every day, especially now that I was on my own in a dorm, that I wanted to at least try some new things, especially if I had a dining hall I could just grab things from. I still didn't explore THAT much, if I'm being honest with myself, but from that point on, at least I started to eat bread and burgers and sandwiches and wasn't totally adverse to the idea anymore.

My food exploration kinda slowed down in my later years in college, mainly because I didn't have the dining hall plan anymore and was low on cash and, well, when you have so little money, you're going to stick with safe food choices because if you spend $10 on a new dish and you hate it, well, guess you're out of dinner money now. But thankfully this year, through friends and travel and my own volition, I've started trying more and more things, trying to adapt to a "I'll try whatever" mentality (unless it has nuts in it because wow I hate nuts so much). It took a while, and I'm still learning and dealing with things, but I've come to realize that I don't need to fear food anymore, and now that I have my own place with my own income, I can purchase and try whatever I want to and don't have to worry about any outside pressure one way or the other. It's been a struggle. But it's getting better.

I hope that clears things up! I'm sure there's probably still questions and maybe this doesn't make sense at all but I hope fills in some gaps, at the very least.

#CW: abuse #i think idk #also #food post

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randomfanner · 5 months

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Informal Introduction Part Two

Part One

“Hmm…. Yes I think this one will do,” Gale said as he placed a tomato in his basket, handing the vegetable trader the gold as he began to peer at more of the vegetables. He wanted to ensure he had the best ingredients for tonight. Tara would be joining the party for supper and he knew exactly how fussy she could be at times.

Plus he wanted to ensure Anya had the finest meal every chance, but he also knew she was much less picky.

With his vegetables collected, Gale strutted his way down Wyrm’s Crossing towards the fish seller as he began to pick up and study each fish carefully. Fish were creatures you had to know what to look for when buying . A skill he had learned very well from his time perusing the fish markets in Waterdeep and just what he needed for his Salmon Mousse appetizer.

It was one of Tara's favorites.

“My, my, what a handsome man. Is he a generous one too?” a female voice purred through the air, and it seemed to be talking to him. Gale’s eyes glanced around the area and his eyes flicked down. On the ground near his feet was a sphynx cat with a green collar. Her posture was regal and her tale curled around her body. Her large eyes looked up at him.

“Why would he like to think he is,” Gale said as he glanced around, picking a rather tasty looking fish and paying for it before offering it to the feline. How could he say no to such a sweet thing asking for food?

“My! He is very generous indeed, and you are a wizard, aren’t you~?” the sphinx's tail flicked up in the air. “Yes, yes, you are perfect indeed. I have a quest,” the cat said.

“Alright, tell me what you need? Gale of Waterdeep is at your service,” Gale had plenty of time before he had to start cooking. Whatever this fine feline was in need of he was sure he could spare the time to help.

“And with a title! Well then, Gale of Waterdeep. My Caretaker, a sweet girl I assure you, has a job that requires her to travel quite far. She had said that this journey would take but a tenday however it has stretched much further than that,” the cat explained. “I assure you the reward would be quite superb.”

“Oh my,” Gale took a breath. A missing girl with a cat looking for her? “I have something important to take care of in the city first, however once I am done I would be willing to go look for her,” Gale said.

“Hmm…. Very well, I will look for others who may help sooner but having your vow is something at least,” the cat said. She approached Gale a little bit more and stopped when she gave him a good sniff. “It seems you will be helping me sooner than I believe. My terms have changed, I need you to take me wherever you are staying at this moment. And then I shall give you my promised reward”

“I suppose I can always come back to finish shopping later…” Gale said. “By the way, do you have a name I should call you?”

“Ah, yes please forgive me. My name is Lady Sasha, it is a pleasure,” the cat jumped from the ground and right onto Gale’s back. The wizard let out a his as her claws dug into the fabric of his robe, luckily not tearing them too bad as she steadied herself. “Now, onwards.”

“Welcome back Ga- goodness. Sasha is that you?” Anya asked as she greeted the wizard at the door. The sphynx cat looked her up and down a moment before a paw came and batted her right on the head. However there were no claws.

“Yes it is! And do you have any idea how worried I was? Where have you been?” the cat asked as she hopped down, sitting in front of Anya with her tail in the air. She demanded an explanation.

“Oh Sasha I am so sorry, there has been…. A number of problems have come up,” Anya said.

“Hmfp, so many problems you couldn't have told me that you finally found a handsome, well off wizard to be your husband?” Sasha said, her eyes narrowing a little bit. “My word! As soon as it was official you should have come and told me, I cannot believe I had to find him myself,” Sasha gave a sigh as her ears drooped a little bit.

Anya’s cheeks instantly turned flushed. “Gale is- well- we aren’t married yet….”

“You best not be!” Sasha exclaimed. “I still need to gift him your hand in marriage. Which is your reward by the way, good sir,” Sasha said as she turned her head towards Gale.

Gale’s cheeks turned a bright shade of red as his eyes flicked towards Sasha and then towards Anya. “Well… I certainly cannot complain with my reward,” Gale said as he strutted over to Anya, putting an arm around that. “I shall take it with gratitude,” he said as he kissed Anya’s head.

Anya’s face burned even deeper red. “W-we- well- I am not going to say no but we should wait to make plans official for when we don’t have a tadpole in our head!” Anya exclaimed.

“Tadpole in your head?” Sasha asked, she stood on four legs and looked at them. “It seems there are a great deal of details I am missing indeed! I insist I stay for dinner and learn everything that is going on.”

“Well I suppose one more plate won’t hurt to make,” Gale said with a grin. “I am sure Tara will not mind too much,” she would be a bit upset at first however Sasha and Tara certainly did seem like they would get along quite fine.

“Wonderful, I am going to make myself comfortable then,” Sasha said as she began to strut over towards where Anya had set herself up. “You are free to join me for snuggle time later, Anya, after you have gotten rid of the scent of blood and mud that seems to have stuck itself to your clothes.”

Anya and Gale both watched as the cat strutted in like she owned the place, getting the attention of most of the other residents of the room.

“It is a pleasure to meet your cat, my love,” Gale said as he pressed another kiss to her head.

“I am glad you enjoy her company, and I am not surprised she enjoys yours,” Anya grins and pushes a kiss to his cheek.

“You best go join her. I have some other shopping that I need to finish but I shall return soon,” Gale showed the basket with all of the ingredients he had already gathered from his time shopping.

“Alright,” Anya said as she leaned in for a real kiss. Gale smiled as his lips met hers before he finally removed himself from her hold. “Come back safe, alright?”

“You didn’t worry about me, my love! Now go enjoy your feline friend’s company. I am sure she has missed you dearly.”

#gale x reader #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur gate iii #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate gale #gale x tav #gale fluff #gale #gale and cats #tara the tressym #she is more in the last fic #Anya has a cat #her name is Sasha #She is a princess.

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swordsonnet · 10 months

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idk how to phrase this in a way that doesn't come across as overly confrontational, but these posts that are like "even if you're autistic, you still need to eat lots of vegetables :)" kind of rub me the wrong way. don't get me wrong, i get that eating vegetables is important, but a lot of the time these posts are ignorant to how sensory issues relating to food actually manifest in a lot of autistic people, and end up sounding... honestly quite condescending. sure, most of them are written by autistic people, but usually with relatively mild issues around food that they could just "train themselves out of", and so they seem to assume that every autistic person can do the same, which is just not true. there's a lot of "i guarantee you you'd love this vegetable if you just cooked it the right way!" or "you need to buy better quality veggies, just go to the farmer's market!", but for many autistic people, how something is cooked or where it's sourced from doesn't make a difference. (not to mention that following more complex recipes or going to the farmer's market isn't always possible for disabled people in the first place. many of us rely on food that is easy to prepare and can be found at the local supermarket/ordered online.)

when i say i don't like a certain food item, i don't mean that i find it a bit dull. i mean that it literally makes me feel sick, that it tastes like biting into something rotten. and that applies regardless of how it's prepared or where it's from. i'm mostly sensitive to bitterness, so there's a lot of vegetables i can't eat, and likely never will. i still try to regularly incorporate the vegetables i can eat into my diet, but i'm just not able to eat a wide variety of them.

and that's an experience these posts rarely acknowledge, let alone understand. the thing is, a lot of us have tried everything suggested in them, or have been forced to try it by our parents/guardians/teachers/etc. it's not like those things have never occurred to us until we saw random tumblr user #277379 talk about them! we have tried different ways of cooking the foods we hate, buying different kinds of them, mixing them with foods we like. and they still taste like dirt to us! because we're not just "picky eaters", we're dealing with debilitating sensory issues.

i know the people making those posts mean well. i'm not trying to shame anyone here. but i think it's important to understand that for at least some autistic people, their sensory issues around food can't be "fixed" with a few simple tricks.

#tbh living with sensory issues re: food and having everyone around you think that youre just being difficult #and need to try [method that doesn't work for you] tends to really fuck up your relationship to food in general #like i don't think the eating disorder i later developed was *directly* caused by it...#but it certainly didn't help #idk maybe i'm just too sensitive #but i just wish people took sensory issues relating to food a bit more seriously #autism #actually autistic #sensory issues #food mention

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ryantryinx · 2 months

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Tag Game Whatever Day Today Is....... Thanks for tagging @such-a-barbarian and @mickeysgaymom <3 Name: Ryan

What kind of day is it?: Uh, started a bit rough ended more mid?

When was the last time you ate? : I am eating as we speak, but before this I had lunch around 11:30am

About how many hours of sleep did you get? : always atleast 8hrs. Having a regular sleep schedule really important for my management of my bipolar

Name one thing you could do to make your day better right now: Um....I could read some fanfics that make me happy. And work on my roleplays.

Why are you not doing that thing?: I actually might after I eat.

What are you going to do tonight to relax?: I took a nice hot shower and am relaxing tonight.

What comfort food do you not eat often enough?: Honestly, a hot cup of tea.

What’s stopping you? : The effort of putting the kettle on. Also i'm out of the particular tea I love most.

Have you ever had a professional massage?: No, and I don't like the idea of a stranger touching my body.

Have you eaten fruits and vegetables today?: Technically had corn and potato today as a part of our lunch. Im picky with fruits so don't often have fruit in my diet.

How much water have you had today?:Just water? nah I've had tea and monster. I'm an educator, I live on caffeine

Is there a self-care gadget you really want to buy?: I want one of those chair back massagers.

What is your favourite healthy snack?: Cucumbers and veggie dip

What is your favourite unhealthy snack?: Beef Jerky and Paydays

What is one thing you are going to start doing RIGHT NOW to take better care of yourself?: My mental health is always #1 priority so.....continue to do things that are good for that. Like regular sleep.

And to close, I want you to say one NICE thing to yourself that you really need to hear right now: Shit....um that I always do my best. And that has to be enough..... Fuck this shits deep Tagging: @callivich @bawlbrayker @sam-loves-seb

If you feel inclined!

#ryantryinx #tagged #a bit about me

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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Zag on them bitches, never let them know your next move- TIME TO WRITE TRAUMA AGAIN

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It was Donnie’s turn to do dishes. Raph had cooked them some really nice veggies with some weird sauce Casey had brought them that had been absolutely delicious. The texture was a little weird, so smooth versus the crunchiness of the vegetables, but the taste had been great. Even Splinter hadn’t found anything to gripe about when he grabbed his helping.

However, now that the food was eaten and in his stomach, his tongue was making its dislike of the texture known. He hated that he was so picky about food, he wished he could just subsist on liquids. A nice flavorless juice full of all the calories and vitamins he needed without any of the horrible feelings that came with things touching his tongue.

“Dumbass, you’ve been scrubbing the same dish for five minutes.” Leo’s snarky voice didn’t even manage to cut through the cloud of discomfort, only amplifying it.

“There was a stain.” He lied.

“Sure there was. Can you fuckin’ stay on Earth for long enough to talk?”

He frowned, looking Leo’s way. He took in his body language, the cock of his hip and the way he crossed his arms right over his chest.

Leo was in a bad mood.

“C-can’t you bother s-someone else?” Donnie huffed, setting aside the washed dish to grab another, “I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what? Coming up with a new way to disappoint your family?” Leo laughed, incredulous and mean, “Thinking of some new dumb robot that’ll inevitably go haywire and explode in your face? Making a new plan to get yourself kidnapped again?”

Donnie didn’t answer, just set another cleaned plate aside to dry.

“Don’t give me that look, you know I’m right.” Leo leaned in closer, “I should start up a bingo sheet of ways you manage to fuck up. See if I can manage to fill the whole board before a month is up. Free space would obviously just be ‘Sucks at Ninjutsu’.”

His tongue felt like it wanted to crawl out of his mouth. He could still feel the bristles of broccoli in his throat, trying to gag him. Carrots that were just too over cooked, feeling almost slimy in the new sauce.

“What other spaces could there be?” Leo mused, “Blowing up another dumb invention.” He counted on his fingers, “Refusing to eat. Never fucking talking. Getting kidnapped, of course. Screwing with mystic shit you were told to leave alone.”

His mouth was simultaneously too wet and too dry. He set the last plate aside and started the quick task of cleaning their utensils. These were easy. He could get this done and just leave.

“Saying something is bad when there’s literally nothing wrong with it.” Leo was still. Fucking. Going. “Getting sick again. Breaking your dumb glasses. I’d say disappointing Dad, but there’s so many ways you manage to do that that I’d have to split it into multiple spots!”

Spoons were easy. A quick scrub with a rag and they could be set aside.

His throat caught and he had to pause to stop himself from gagging.

“Oh, how about managing to ruin some of Mikey’s art with your dumb experiments and pissing him off? That’s a good one! Not common, it’ll be hard to tick that box off, but man when you piss off Mikey you really make sure to go all out!”

Forks. Finish the forks. Get the gunk out from between the tines and set them aside.

Fuck, he got wet food on his fingers and now he could feel the slimy texture over his palms, mixing with the soapy water in a textural nightmare.

“I could make two separate boxes for you breaking our plumbing and our entertainment systems with your idiotic upgrades and repairs.”

Why wouldn’t Leo ever just shut up? His stupid tongue always flapping away like he was paid per word that fell from his stupid lips. It wasn’t good enough for him to embarrass them constantly in front of Splinter, he had to come and individually harass them?

Forks were done. Last thing was the veggie knife.

He could take it and use it to cut out Leo’s tongue.

His eyes went wide as he stared at his hands. He could so easily envision it, grasping the knife and just quickly shoving it into his brother’s mouth. He didn’t need to be stronger than Leo, just had to surprise him. He would never expect it, he was vulnerable. Just wait until he opened his mouth to laugh at his own cruel jokes and slam the blade into his open maw. If he was lucky, the damage would be bad enough that he’d completely lose the ability to speak.

He quickly tossed the knife onto the drying rack and drained the sink.

“Man you’re such a space case.” Leo rolled his eyes again, pushing off the counter to start walking out of the kitchen, “Maybe I’ll go borrow some art supplies from Mikey to make my bingo cards.”

With that, he was gone, leaving Donnie with the vision of him laying on the ground, mouth bloodied and fear in his eyes.

The bad texture in his mouth was gone.

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Tee hee

-Monster Anon

Where did you find this scene of my brother harassing me- the way I’ve imagined putting knives in his suitcase so he’d stab himself when he goes to unpack it. The way I’ve imagined bashing his head in while he’s talking to me <3

I’ve never experienced this kind of ghost-texture issues. Once it’s down that’s usually it for me. Though the lingering tastes can be excruciating.

Anyway I loved reading this and I’m going to eat it <<33

#nnstuff #ask #abuse tw #fanfic #teenage mutant neglected turtles #tmnt leo #tmnt Donnie #neglected fic

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rust-bearer · 5 months

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I’m back… and hiding! Haha no one can see me, sharing zombie thoughts with you in secret.

Anyway, love anon, makes me feel more comfortable sharing weird stuff like this. But anyway, I think Onslaught is the resident cook for our zombie survivalists. That’s all though. Actually no, I think… hmm, I think he focuses specifically on cooking eggs and omelettes and breakfast spreads. He strikes me as that strong silent stereotype, and I have ZERO reasoning behind my decision (actually my brain’s decision, I had no say in this), but he’s the farmhouse chef. Some more thoughts broken down:

1. He does all of the cooking, and no one else is allowed in the kitchen when he does it.

2. He wears an apron that says “Don’t ^ KISS THE COOK” like kiss the cook but with a little ^ thing and then don’t added in with sharpie? I hope that makes sense.

3. The egg thing, uhhhh… I see people doing so many cool things with eggs. Like soft boiled eggs, cloud eggs or whatever, eggs that aren’t scrambled, eggs that don’t explode, stuff like that. I bet he makes really good omelettes and stuff. And practices cooking with eggs because a— chickens!! Lots of chickens!! Everyone should have chickens, they’re great, and b— I don’t know, eggs are just so easy to gather? And butter too, if… like, if you have the resources. Eggs and butter, and maybe salt and pepper if you’re not lame, and then bam, you can become all culinary and such.

4. He probably has a soft spot for the kids, and he probably likes making them foods that are both healthy AND kid approved. Kids are so picky, it’s crazy, but Onslaught probably knows his way around this. He can even get them to eat vegetables, it’s insane. First Aid wants to know his secrets, seriously.

5. Honestly? Probably really quiet in the mornings, unlike his asshole gestalt/brothers who probably make enough noise to lure the ENTIRE zombie population, and do so every morning without fail. Probably decided to take up cooking just to keep everyone alive lol.

6. Uhhhmmm that’s all, but I’m gonna try to edit a picture to make Onslaught with the apron on and holding a skillet with an egg in it and standing in front of a stove, we’ll see how it goes. I literally cannot draw to save my life, so that’s out of the question, unfortunately. It’ll have to be a TF version, too, but… it’ll be good enough. Yeah, hopefully that goes well. It’ll make things make more sense, too (I think). But anyway… some love for Onslaught!

The (don’t) kiss the cook apron is just *chefs kiss*. It is leaning into his military background more but he strikes me as the guy who was always like “these MREs are acceptable. But could be made better.” and pulls out his little shakers of spices and hot sauce. When he had the time he was the commander who actually tried to get quality meals cooked up, or delegated to someone who had the time to.

Onslaught lecturing (threatening) someone on how an army runs on its stomach and if he finds them skimping out on proper nutrition he will personally kill them himself so they don’t bring the unit dishonor by passing out from low blood sugar on the field

The biggest find at the farmhouse is one of those vintage Dutch ovens. A really good quality one, and then comes more lectures on how bread was used by ancient military strategists and if any of you morons touch his sourdough starter it’s over for you

With all the eggs the chickens make, egg salad is incredibly common at the farmhouse.

#hungry tag #zombie au #onslaught

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lu-lus-duckies · 5 days

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As Leonid Parfenov said, “Good afternoon, dear friends." In short, good time of the day. While I was studying Mayakovsky's poems, several more questions came to my mind.

Who is your favorite poet? Author? What languages do you know? How many? Are you planning to study any others? Favorite book/movie/show? Why are you on Tumblr? What are searching for? PC or console? If console, which one? Apple or Android? If Apple, then which one, and if Android, then which one? Apples or pears? In general, fruits, vegetables or berries?

Haha, no, I am not Russian spy. Or am I???

But seriously, I just like making friends online, and I made you, a mysterious stranger, whoever is managing this blog, basically my friend, because you reply to me, I reply to you, and that's all I need

ha, nice try russian spy. I know what you are

my favorite poet is rustaveli which is a georgian poet. surprisingly I don't read much poetry. he's just got vefxistyaosani

I can speak only 2 fluently, my native language goergian and english, though at this point I know more english than my own. I can say maybe a few sentences in german and spanish and I can read a lot more alphabets than I can speak. I can read russian but I don't know what the words mean

I am not planing on studying anything. I hate reading, it's one of the reasons why I chose arts

favorite book? don't have one, I hate reading. favorite movie? don't have one since i've seen like 3 in total. favorite show? whatever cartoon I've watched most recently. right now that is hazbin hotel and ramshackle

I made this account on a whim to post some ideas I had and maybe get back to making art for fun. long story short, daddy nunalastor welcomed me in their arms and now I have 20+ husbands and a really bad obsession with daddy nunalastor to the point where I might start questioning my own sexuality

I'm searching for your location, mr russian spy

pc. I don't have consoles. I have a really old pc that I'm surprised is still alive somehow

android, I like being able to customize and I really don't like apple's marketing tactics. I could go into full detail about why I hate apple so much but I can see the appeal of apple products ngl

I have a samsung A52 cuz I'm broke but my favorite android phone of all time is samsung s21 ultra. i absolutely love the design. google pixels seem nice too

apples. I hate pears

good question. I'm a picky eater so I can't answer this question. probably vegetables

#btw dw #I'm just messing around <3 I can stop accusing you of bein a russian spy tho if you feel uncomfy #lulu is feral #lulu lore #lulu asks

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ga-yuu · 11 months

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Can I ask for some facts about Benkei? I like to know more of him, but not many has the translation of his route.

Okay!

Benkei is very easy. He's the mommy of the rebel gang. Even though no one appointed him, he appointed himself. He cooks food and takes care of everyone in the Rebel mansion, even including the soldiers. His favorite child is Yoshitsune btw if that wasn't obvious.

Benkei is perfect husband material. He cooks, he loves to take care of everyone, he's over-possessive, and on top of that, he's a perfect gentleman.

Benkei loves to cook for the Rebel members and all the Rebel members are in love with Benkei's cooking. But they fear saying that aloud because if they do, he will end up making more than usual. Especially Yoshitsune. Benkei is all about making sure everyone's healthy. Yoshitsune said that he would usually find himself outside the kitchen because of the smell of food that Benkei cooks. Kurama loves Benkei's cooking so much that he even says Benkei's only purpose in life is to make food for him. Yoichi often throws parties for even the smallest occasions so he could get to eat Benkei's tasty snacks. They all would miss Benkei's cooking if he is away from the Rebel mansion.

Now coming to Benkei's favorite child. Benkei has his own vegetable garden to keep Yoshitsune as healthy as possible. Like he will do whatever it takes to feed Yoshitsune his vegetables. Also, it's not like he only gives Yoshitsune good food and leftovers to other members. No! He makes good and tasty food based on everyone's liking. For example, Yoichi loves seafood, so Benkei makes something like shrimp or something. Kurama is a picky eater, so has to get creative and make something that he would like or he will only end up eating oranges. Yoshitsune doesn't eat his vegetables and only eats meat, so Benkei has to remind him to eat his broccoli every time and also chew them because Yoshitsune doesn't like food that is too chewy because it makes him sleepy and he would often end up sleeping with food in his mouth. Benkei also makes sure that Yoshitsune doesn't drink too much alcohol so he gives him water from time to time to keep him awake.

Benkei also claims that he isn't overprotective about Yoshitsune, but he actually is. For example in Yoshitsune's main route when Benkei was asked to go as a hostage to Shogunate, he protested that by saying--'I refuse to leave Yoshitsune-sama's side". It was only after Yoshitsune told that he trusts Benkei, he agreed. After sending him as a hostage, someone attempted to poison, Yoshitsune. Yoshitsune told Yoichi not to tell Benkei otherwise he would come running back from the Shogunate and start overly panicking and maybe also feed Yoshitsune more food.

Benkei and Sueharu are best friends. They swear at each, and they make fun of each other, I feel like Sueharu trusts Benkei more than anyone else. There are some scenes where you can see both of these guys having heart-to-heart talks and sharing their problems. Honestly, it's gonna be interesting to see Sueharu's route and Benkei as the love rival (it's confirmed now, he's the only one left to be a love rival)

Benkei loves Yoshino the same way. He always wants to feed her good food and spoil her all the time. When asked 'What is the best rendezvous with a girl?" Benkei answers that he would feed her delicious food and spoil her for the entire day. I think it's his way of showing affection to his loved ones. Once when Yoshino was missing Kamakura, they both sneak into Kamakura to eat some mochi and when they came back home Benkei made the same mochi with the same taste so that she doesn't feel lonely. He would often bring her snacks and tea when she was working too hard. Once Yoshino catches a cold, Benkei moved all her luggage to his room so he could take care of her and he also took the day off. He fed her, wipes off the sweat from her body, and kisses her from time to time.

Before they were even in love, Yoshino really craved Benkei's affection. There is this extended scene that I really love---

In chap 1 and 2 - Benkei who infiltrated Kamakura, saves Yoshino who was caught in the middle of a fight while saving a little boy. They both then hide in an alleyway and Yoshino thanks him and gives him a small medicine box to apply on a small scratch on Benkei's face. Before getting involved with each other any further, they were about to leave, when suddenly they hear, Yoichi's voice. Benkei takes off his long haori and puts it over Yoshino's head so that Yoichi doesn't see her. They both leave and Yoshino takes his haori with her. She later cleans it and also fixes the small tears here and there (which no one asked her to).

Later in chap 4 and 5 (I think) Yoshino and friends go demon hunting so that she could get some training before facing the big deal. She gets separated from the rest and meets up with Benkei who was also in the same area. They both team up to fight the demon who was chasing her and then take shelter inside a cave from the rain. They both have a heart-to-heart talk, and Yoshino started liking Benkei a little bit and wanted to get close to him. After the rain, they both come out and Yoshino returns his haori and also tells him that he doesn't have to worry because he washed it and also fixed it. Benkei was taken aback and started laughing out loud because he never thought she would return her 'enemy's belongings' back safely. Yoshino started blushing, half because he was teasing her and half because she thought Benkei's laughing face looked beautiful. After returning it, Benkei tells her that, this would be the last time he would come to save her and Yoshino also sadly made herself aware that this would be the last time she would be receiving any kind of affection from Benkei. But right at that moment, cold breeze hits Yoshino and she sneezed. Again Yoshino started blushing and Benkei couldn't hold back his laughter. He opens his haori, which she returned, and puts it back on her so she doesn't catch a cold. This scene is honestly one of my favs. ITS SO CUTE!!

Benkei at first didn't like the idea of Yoshino touching him because he didn't want accidentally end up breaking her so every time she tries to touch him, he physically move away. He would only touch her when it was absolutely necessary. Later after they kiss, Yoshino openly admits that she loves hugging Benkei and wants to hug him all the time and Benkei was blushing and promised that he would hug her all the time if she wants to.

Benkei also loves the idea of growing vegetables together with Yoshino. It makes them seem like a couple living together.

Benkei also gets jealous of the smallest things. For example, in a card story, Yoshino was fascinated by a hawk and was staring at it and Benkei got jealous, and when no one was around Yoshino, he took her and hid behind a tree so that they can cuddle. Another scene where Benkei gets jealous, was when Yoshino was admiring a toy that looked like Tamamo. Benkei knows about their relationship but couldn't help himself from kissing her. Again there is another scene where Yoshino (in a story event) was proposed to by some guy and when Yoshino told her she had a boyfriend, the guy asked her to bring her boyfriend to see if she was lying or not. After hearing this, Benkei on the spot makes Yoshino his fiance for real and goes to meet that guy. Benkei also tells her that if the guy doesn't agree, then he's gonna beat him up. But the guy agrees, thank god. Also the best one out of all, he gets jealous, when he realizes that Kagetoki has feelings for Yoshino (in his main route). He has jealous sex with her that same night.

Now coming to likes and dislikes. Benkei loves sweets and despises spicy food. He straight up makes a disgusted face when he sees something spicy. Benkei likes collecting weapons. His room is filled with various types of weapons, some of which he collected when he was on a hunt for possessing 1000 swords in his early days. He doesn't throw them away, thinking that Yoshitsune might need them in the future. Also, have I told you that Benkei likes biting Yoshino? Yeah, for some reason, most of the sex scenes involve him biting Yoshino.

#asks #ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen mc #ikemen genjiden benkei #otome #cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #ikegen

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unhingedkinfessions · 2 months

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Day #1 of sending daily kinfessions to @unhingedkinfessions as if they were my diary until they get tired of me

Date: Tuesday, February 6th, 2024

Theme of today's kinfession: Am i Matt Murdock?

Dear diary @unhingedkinfessions

I've been thinking that i might be Matt Murdock, having strong kin feels and some stuff that might be memories, i've also been watching Daredevil (of course), but honestly I still don't understand how the process of kinsidering has to be? I usually just go ahead and go crazy and just kinfirm straight ahead the characters i slightly feel like they fit, sometimes I'll do some pendulum questions but, do i have to do something else? I honestly don't know, i want to be serious with this one kin, i don't know why. I've also been thinking of re-kinsidering all of my fictotypes, doing some more thinking and doing it "properly". I've had past kins that were strong, some of them have changed over time, some i found other words to describe them, i also want to make a lot of soul searching (i don't even know how that's done but whatever, i'll find out). Anyways, that's all for today i think, have a nice day mods and wish me luck because my kinlist is lowkey long.

Sincerely: daily anon

Questions of the day for the mods (so they don't get tired of me for now)

Do you guys like mac&cheese? How much cheese could you add to the mac&cheese?

How much ranch is the correct ranch for a veggie salad?

hi daily anon. love the energy from this ask. idk kinsidering is extremely personal sometimes u just Know and sometimes it just has to cook in the oven for a while yk? it happens. also i love mac&cheese. havent made it in a while but honestly i love putting Way too much cheese on stuff so. A Lot. also i hate vegetables i wouldnt know abt salads -mod joker

hey daily anon. youve already failed cause this is a few days old at this point with no follow up. i make mac basically daily at this point theres more cheese in my body than blood. the correct question is how much cheese *can* you possibly fit in there. a fucking looney tunes amount. a downright roger rabbit amount. just keep it consistent and season well. none of that kraft shit. also veggie salad is something i havent had but probably the amount youd put on a normal salad yeah -mod dave

hi daily anon :) i love maccy chease. usually i just have like prepackaged or box made kind unless i'm getting it from somewhere but on the occasion i make it myself, ideally it's as much cheese as possible. and as many kinds. also baked maccy cheese is the best. put breadcrumbs and bacon and even more cheese on that bitch and pop it in the oven? soo good. also i dont eat ranch or any kind of salad dressing so none. -mod bender

this ask rules ok? and yea i get wanting to like . reconsider. i did that sorta recently, it takes a little thinking and reflecting but in the end it did feel nice to have a list of like, yeah, i Know that’s me and i didn’t force the vibes or say it halfheartedly etc this time. also you want so much cheese but you have to pick well . can’t 100% mozzarella it or something, you need a blend for good flavor and meltability. also i dont like ranch so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ —mod pikmin

hi anon, this ask is so cool. the others already covered it but i personally think that there’s no “proper” way to kin and it varies person to person :3 just do whatever feels right to you! sometimes you just know right away you kin and other times it takes the stars aligning in one really specific way to unlock the kin. as for the questions: i’m unfortunately a super picky eater so there’s not a lot of variety in foods i can handle </3 i don’t like salads generally and unless the mac is made in one really specific way chances are i won’t like it. - mod akechi

hey anon you left your grilled cheese on the stove it's burnt to hell and back please for the love of god come back and get it. anyways that's so real and it can definitely feel weird "losing connection" to certain kins or even realizing some weren't really true kin but it's ok. keep on cheesin. - mod navi

#anonymous #not a kinfession #daily anon #mod joker #mod dave #mod bender #mod pikmin #mod akechi #mod navi

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fleshing-out-fodlan · 4 months

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Ingrid's Relationship with Food

Ingrid grew up in an impoverished territory that had many agricultural struggles. While she herself was by no means malnourished, she definitely grew up knowing food was not something that was guaranteed. This caused her to develop a somewhat complicated relationship with food, to the point where she almost views it as sacred.

To Ingrid, food is something you should always be grateful for and never take for granted, as can be seen in her Share a Meal dialogues.

Obviously, she would react to a meal she likes with excitement, so we don't need to focus on that too much, but even when eating a meal she's neutral to, she expresses great joy at being able to eat it. She describes the experience as "wonderful" and remarks particularly on being able to eat goof quality food everyday. Ingrid was not a malnourished child, we know this from how she talks about the sacrifices her father made so she could eat. But, compared to other nobles, she certainly did not eat particularly well. In her Yuri support, she comments on the food of Faerghus not being as "elegant" as Adrestian or Leicester food but still being "delicious" (interestingly, this does seem to contradict a quote form her Byleth support where she says she ate "extravagant" meals while her father simply ate "meager portions and watered down soup." My interpretation of this is that Ingrid's meals were, in actuality, not all that extravagant but they just seemed extravagant to her as a young girl who didn't have much else to compare her the food to). Building off of that, I want to look at one of Ingrid's White Cloud explore dialogues.

Here, Ingrid again emphasizes the beauty of how they are able to get food "every day," similarly to her neutral meal dialogue. I think the constant emphasis on the consistency of high quality food shows how Ingrid isn't used to this kind of luxury. She is definitely acutely aware of the situation in her territory and likely knows that many people there aren't able to eat everyday. Let's look back at her dialogue for when she dislikes the meal, commenting on how she was remembering the famine. Even when eating something she doesn't like, she is still aware that the experience of just eating the food is a privilege in and of itself. Therefore, she does not complain about the quality of the food, simply reminds herself of those who are less fortunate and forces herself to finish it anyways. Now I want to shift focus to one of her advice options.

This emphasizes how Ingrid believes you should always be grateful for the food you have. Having access to both meats and vegetables would seem pretty luxurious to someone who experienced a famine. She saw her people making many sacrifices and likely subsisting off of meals that were significantly lower quality than anything people eat at the monastery, so the idea that the monastery food still isn't good enough for some people would drive her crazy. This also seems to point at a dislike for picky eaters from her dislike for the second advice option. Being picky is a luxury, it's a privilege, and Ingrid doesn't like seeing people's privileged attitudes towards food. Food is something special to her and it therefore deserves to be treated with respect, and we can see this in her support with Raphael.

Here, Raphael behaves in a very slobbish and carefree manner in regards to his food. The whole C support shows Ingrid getting mad at him for the various ways he is being improper, so you can look there for more examples, I just wanted to choose a short snippet that I felt really represented Ingrid's frustration at the idea. While it is definitely possible to chalk Ingrid's frustration up to her more proper manner, which I'm sure plays into this exchange, I think it's also important to point out just how frustrated Ingrid gets over Raphael's lack of manners when eating, which brings me back to the point I made earlier with Ingrid almost viewing food as sacred. When something is sacred, the way it is treated is very important. If we had an alternate support chain, where a non religious character had poor manners in the cathedral like Raphael currently displays and a religious character berated him similarly to how Ingrid is berating Raphael, that support would make sense. This therefore indicates that Ingrid believes food is worthy of respect and, when you eat it improperly, that indicates a lack of respect and that you are not enjoying the food to its fullest. This high respect for food also believes Ingrid to view food as a more communal experience.

I think this viewpoint is likely influenced by the culture in her territory. Due to the scarcity of food, good quality meals (or at least good quality meals relative to what the Galatea citizens are used to) are likely only experienced on special occasions, with friends and family. Ingrid would likely have internalized this food and viewed sharing good meals as something very special (this is especially true because, when making a meal for someone during a famine, you are spending your limited resources on them when you could instead use them to take care of yourself, showing that you care deeply for the other person). Another part of Galatea territory's culture surrounding food shows up in her working dialogue with Sylvain.

To my knowledge, we don't see other noble characters indicating that food is something you have to earn. The closest we get is Petra talking about hunting for food, but I'm sure if Petra had an unsuccessful hunt she still would've been fed. Ingrid here views food very clearly as a reward, it is not a right it is something you're given after a hard days work. The fact that she holds this viewpoint indicates that this isn't just a reality for the commoners in Galatea territory, but also for her noble family. If the limited food their territory has is being spent on you, you are expected to use the energy you get from it to benefit the territory. After all, if you're somebody who is just going to sit around and do nothing all day, why should they waste their limited resources on you? This attitude likely instilled Ingrid's respect for food at a young age. In well off areas, food is something your parents just give you as a child so it's easy to take it for granted. But Ingrid, if Ingrid has had to work for her food from a young age, she would've been made aware of its value very early on.

Ingrid also utilizes food as a source of comfort, as can be seen below.

Time for a little confession, I gathered all these quotes before writing this analysis and didn't write down where I got them from because I thought I'd just remember. Well, I don't remember where I got the first picture from here, so when I was going back to find context for this quote I wasn't able to find it, oops. So this section is not going to have as much context as I wanted but oh well I think it still makes my point.

In both these instances, Ingrid is dealing with something difficult. In the first quote, she had just started opening up to somebody about her struggles and in the second picture takes place post time skip, meaning she is in the midst of a war. In both these moments, she uses food as a source of joy, as a distraction from whatever she is currently dealing with. This can again tie into the sacredness of food in Ingrid's perspective. Many religious people will use their religion as a source of comfort in difficult times. We can see this in Fodlan with Marianne's character, who often prays when she is feeling stressed or upset. Ingrid's tendency to turn to food during difficult times how she holds food in high regard.

Bonus quote I wasn't able to naturally fit into the flow of my analysis but is still relevant and interesting

#fe3h #fe3h analysis #ingrid galatea #fe3h ingrid

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