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marsdontbesade · 2 months

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𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁 ₁

𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠:

ted logan —

type of guy:

sweet lovey-dovey dork, this himbo will be all over the place

as soon as bill mentions valentines day, all the hairs on his body just stand

the thought of him being so lovey cringes him out but he's just can't remove the obsession with you.

he's so tooth-rottenly cute, when you're around him, he just don't know what to do with himself. you approaching him is like him seeing an alien. either runs away or just freezes and breaks a sweat when you talk to him.

you’re his brainrot and ted's just sadistically a victim to it, completely wrapped around your fingers

musters up the courage and makes it his objective to make the most excellent v-day ever

creating planning boards in his room, preparation talks with Bill, lowkey stalking you at school

saves up every penny in his piggy bank, not wasting a single dollar

reads up on things on what girls would like

love language is quality time and words of affirmation

valentines plans:

excellent adventure ted— you first spend the day on an afternoon at an arcade; you and ted wearing casual formal outfits (ted in his tuxedo and converses, you in a dress and sneakers), playing on all of the arcade machines, giggling, screaming and laughing and goofing around.

he then takes you to his favourite spot by the Circle K, chilling down on the pavement. playing some UNO/tells you his wild adventure stories/jamming out to punk & pop rock on his speaker, sitting and eating slushies and a hot dog

after the arcade, he takes you to a diner, ordering a classic American meal (two burgers, fries, onion rings, two milkshakes with the extra cream & a cherry-on-top)

finishes the date with a trip back to Bill's, awaiting a heartwarming surprise (aka the anticipated secret)

he cutely takes your hand and sits you down on a chair, closing your eyes whilst you wait. 5 minutes later, you take them off at his command, waterworks immediately start to run as you look at the sight infront of you.

ted, with his guitar, announces his special song for you.

hands begin to strum on the guitar, puppy loving eyes gazing into yours, heartfully. ted serenades you with a sweet melody, accompanied by his surprisingly sweet voice

in the garage that's decorated in cutesy heart decor; red and pink balloons and banners all over the place, you feel as if you're in a safe haven, enchanted away here by your adorable, innocent boyfriend

mid performance, ted brings you up to the stage, twirling you around and then dancing with you. his big BFG self towers over you, slowly rocks your body and embraces you tight with his bulky arms. leaning in his head, ted finally caresses your face and kisses you— signing off the most excellent Valentines day ever. . .

bogus journey ted— either takes you to the movies or rents a movie at the local blockbuster, so he can watch with you in his apartment

for the outing, he takes you to the movies to watch a cheap chick flick he thinks you'd like; popcorn, nachos and a big shake

at home, he puts on a sci-fi movie, both stuffing down on a large pepperoni pizza, watching contently

afterwards, you kick back and relax for a long smoke sesh, getting high on some good weed whilst he puts an arm around you, nestling and cuddling with you close

he'll definitely brings out a guitar and sing to you, smoking a spliff that still rests between his lips (typical lightskin moment)

one way or another in ol' netflix and chill fashion, the night ends with ted loving on your body— giving you the most ultimate rocker boy finale his bodacious girl needs . . .

face the music ted— buys two VIP tickets, for the both of you, to a summer rock festival across state; booking an all-inclusive hotel nearby so you and him can rest in with convenience (away from the kids)

packs all the necessities— snacks, water, a pack of beer, foldable chairs, portable fans, sunscreen, a pair of sunglasses, and a charging bank

you both get to the airport, getting on a plane and travelling off into the concert place

arriving at the hotel; you unlock and enter your room— spacious king-sized double bed, tv, automated bathroom and a great view outside the window. the hotel has an all-you-can-buffet that you never forget to not miss

following the next day, you dress up for the concert; you wear a house of sunny 'lemons on a plate' dress with yellow sandals, and ted wears a white t shirt and cargo shorts, styling up with sandals and a hat

for the whole three days, you and ted rock out to live iconic rock music. screaming, jumping, and partying; dancing like you never you could

golden retriever ted watches out for you; handing you snacks, cleaning after you, supplying water, emergency hugs, cheering you up

breaks into a chuckle and laughs when he catches your boomer self taking videos and pictures, uploading them onto facebook and instagram ('me and hubby @/tedtheologan rocking out at the _____ festival! party on, dudes ! 😎🤩😀😍😆❤️👩‍❤️‍👨💍⚡️🤘🤙🎫🏴‍☠️🎸❤ #____festival #summer #sunny #fun #mostexcellent #smiley #happy #happyvalentinesday #rockfestival #yolo #youngforever #foreveryoung #tb #throwback #80s #1988 #2024 #thenvsnow #wyldstallyns #mosttriumphant #rockmusic #date #valentines #couple #airguitar #happy36thyearanniversary')

last night of the festival ends with a colourful night show, fireworks lighting up and crackling the night sky. under the bright lights, ted takes your hand and holds them. warm, tall body pressed against yours, he gazes down on you with such love. gently caresses your face, hazel orbs boring into yours, rubbing the small of your back soothingly. he closes in and kisses you on the lips, passionately making out with you

the fireworks continuously keep lighting up in the background, looking like a happy ending straight out of a movie.

type of gifts:

handmade stuff: arts and craft/DIY cards with cute stickers, colourful glitter, ribbons and drawings (imagine him getting glue all over his fingers and hands, big 6'1 self hunched over his little creations uwu)— gifts you a teddy bear and says something along the lines of: "babe, i got you this teddy bear, even though i'm, like, totally your teddy bear... and my name is Ted!", some candies, 'girly stuff' like makeup, "..because you're a babe and all..", a handwritten song personally made for you (with the help of wingman Bill), tulips and roses he got from his England expedition, an antique necklace he got from his Greece expedition, heart-shaped chocolates, some tapes and vinyls of your favourite music

john constantine —

type of guy:

typically indifferent

depressingly and callously cynical

not the one to be celebrating stuff like that, but he'll do what it takes to make you happy

he knows it's still worth it, just as long as it's with you

love language is gift giving and physical touch

valentines plans:

literally remembers ON the day, springing up from bed and bolting outside. goes to like 30 different stores, searching for the best presents he can find

runs back home with last minute stuff before the sunset. doorbell suddenly rings and john opens up, smiling as he sees the love of his life, you all prettied up in a cherry red dress, heels and matte makeup (something is bulging...)

you and john get in the car and he drives you out to a late night dinner, only to be met with disappointment when the restaurant he spoke to earlier informs him that the reservations are all booked up

sighing in devastation, john bows his head and shakes disapprovingly. he looks up to give you a weak smile and rubs your back reassuringly, gesturing you to head back inside the car. the both of you drive back to his, decidedly opting for some Chinese

you both head back to his, decidedly opting on some Chinese

john resumes back to finishing the set up of the living room; red candles and roses on the coffee table

impromptu date begins: candle lit dinner in front of the tv, you both drink some wine and eat some takeout, watching a random movie

finishing up, you doze off asleep, snoring on his lap

john still watches the tv, glancing down on you every 5 minutes. he wraps a warm cloth around you, resting a hand on your back. the urge of him to kiss you is burning him alive but he remains neutral.

he's upset that the day has been ruined, the one thing that he could've gotten right all slipped and fell out of his fingers. his callous self for once actually cares about something, something he originally thought was 'insignificant', something he wished it could've gone more better

even though the day didn't go out as planned, you've insisted that it's not too bad—grateful for the date overall. it's small and disorganised, but as least it's something, , as least it all ended with him

types of gifts:

silver antique jewellery, a card, giant teddy bear, a box of chocolates, and roses

john wick —

type of guy:

DILF, DILF, DILF

valentines day with baba yaga?!

already got the whole day planned and sketched out, back-to-back

john's fat wallet's will treat you well

always 'knows a guy', so you know your ass is about to be showered to filth

the wholesome family man side of him will be coming out, abandoning the stoic, brutally cold assassin behind

no more john wick— now it is jardani jovonovich

love language is gift giving, acts of service and physical touch

valentines plans:

he would start the morning with cooking you a nice sunny side up and toast, a side of maple pancakes and coffee. whilst you eat, he calls up a spa centre and gets you booked in at a lavish clinic, ordering some men to take you there privately. he asks you to call up your friends, inviting them to the spa day as well. gives you his card and some change just in case. once you leave, he cleans up your plate and cleans up the house, decorating and preparing whilst you're gone.

a full day later with hanging out with your girls, you return back home, deeply relaxed from the tantalising spa treatment. opening up, the house is completely dark and quiet, only seeing rose petals leading off to somewhere. walking along the rose covered path, you follow it and halt at the dining room. right there at the table, sits your husband of 5 years, warm smile on his face; white polo shirt and jeans. he gets up to greet you, kissing you on the lips and forehead

john's whipped up a classic candle lit dinner, steak and baked potatoes with a glass of wine. after a nice hearty meal, he takes you upstairs via the rose-petal lane, leading you to the bathroom. you're welcomed to a bubbling hot bathtub; two glasses of champagne, face masks, scented candles, and a charcuterie board sitting on the bath rack. you two hop in and relax in the tub, slippery naked bodies against each other. you watch a drama series on his laptop, silently staring at the screen

one blink later and you're in bed with john. big hands clasping on your small waist, bearded kisses and pecks littering on your stomach, muscular strong body dominating over yours, stocky fingers slipping to unholy places; john ends the day with pleasuring you for the night, showing you what no other man but him can give.

types of gifts:

surprise trips, full package spa treatments, his card for shopping trips, makeup, perfume, high end clothes, expensive wine, a bouquet of flowers, chocolate, a small teddy bear, menstruation stuff (pads, tampons, pills, hot water bottle pouch, snacks, his masseuse expertise, baby— this man loves you), anything you want, name a price, john will be your man

thomas anderson (neo) —

type of guy:

similar to constantine but more open-minded in his indifference

either forgot or is pretty clueless on what to do

casually flips through calender and scares himself shocked as he realise the date is tomorrow

goes on a forum to ask for help: "@/cyberspacecatontheweb: any suggestions for valentines day ?? I (37M) and a girlfriend (34F) are going out on a date and I don't know what to do. sm1 help a guy out thx"

goes on the internet and researches on ideas

eventually gives up and just scraps the ideas, goes with the flow

love language is quality time and physical touch

valentines plans:

thomas wakes up early and gets changed; black shirt and suit on. you arriving to the 101 apartment, he takes you out to a Chinese restaurant downtown. orders quite a lot of food— dumplings, stir fry, sweet and sour chicken, rice, hot pot, and bbq ribs. he pays the bill and you two leave, walking out to window shop.

later in the evening, thomas takes you up to a rooftop, sitting down and watching the city below. he hesitates, but then opts to spontaneously show you 'something cool'. gets out a tech device and presses a button, opening up a cybernetic portal. jumps inside and pulls you with him. you both teleport to a white void, confused and scared as fuck. thomas reassures you and shows you some of his latest tricks like emerging buildings and cities out of nowhere, binary codes that pop up and creates a giant ass dog that almost eats you, floating and flying through a cyberspace wormhole. for the last bit, he gently grabs your hand and shows you the last thing he promised: binary codes formulate and change, syncing up together and creating a love heart. thomas presses another button and the heart opens up, revealing a cybernetically generated portrait of you and him, written underneath 'happy valentines day xoxo'. his hands move to your waist and he slowly kisses you, simultaneously taking you back to the real world.

types of gifts:

digitally-made things: flowers, teddy bear, heart, a picture of you. makes a hologram gadget that does origami, a scented candle he remembers you like, cool tech glasses, paired with some gloves, that's installed with a program that allows you to do things- holographic games and worlds all built into these spectacles (norman jayden from heavy rain reference)

jonathan harker —

type of guy:

mr darcy-coded

valentines day with him would be a fairytale, straight out of a book

sensitive, kind, chivalrous, charming, courteous, and hardworking, your princelike husband who will always know how to woo you to your knees

planned everything in his sanctuary, ready to show you how he can treat you well

love language is gift giving, acts of service and quality time

valentines plans:

you wake up to a traditional english breakfast-in-bed; hot tea, coffee, porridge, bread, and eggs, served by maids. then you're being dressed up for the day, maids helping you out into your modest and elegant attire, fixing your hair, doing your makeup, and dusting you down. jonathan escorts you onto to the carriage, heading off first to a picnic at an expansive, spacious garden. The place is embroidered with pretty plants and flowers, fresh fragrance of pollen filling your nose. you and jonathan settle on the grass, laying a blanket. you enjoy some tea, crumpets, scones, and sandwiches, admiring the floral nature. jonathan dotes you inbetween small talk, complimenting your look frequently. for some short time, you both get up and walk around, appreciating the afternoon. after the picnic, he hires a photographer to have your picture taken. you sit on a chair as jonathan stands behind you, posing for the camera.

shortly comes the evening and it's time for the special occasion. you both get onto the carriage again, heading off to a restaurant. the restaurant is filled to the brim of posh people alike, halls decked with chandeliers and embellished with statues and paintings. the pair of you enjoy the night, relishing and dinning happily. jonathan brings you back home, taking you to the bedroom to surprise you with a bundle of flowers and a toy bear. he kisses you softly and gracefully on the head, reminding you of his love. you both tuck into bed and lay down for the night, sleeping peacefully into each other's arms.

type of gifts:

a basket full of roses, lilies, orchids and carnations. handwritten poem, a card enveloped and stamped with a red heart wax seal, chocolates from romania, dainty jewellery, toy bear, fragrance, a trip to paris, tickets to see an opera and a theatre performance, small trinkets, fruits, and a pocketwatch locket.

kevin lomax —

type of guy:

sugar daddy kevinnnnn

toxic but fine husband

will absolutely spoil you rotten, pampering you like a princess

love language is gift giving, physical touch, and acts of service

valentines plans:

first thing in the morning, breakfast's being sent to you at the penthouse. kevin leaves a note on the nightstand: "hey sweetheart, it's me. how was breakfast? it was good, right? i've called in your boss to let him that you're sick, so no need to go to the office. your whole day will be booked: spa treatment, nails, hair, and a private boutique booked so you can try on some new outfits that you'll be choosing for the evening. make sure you wear that lingerie i got you and don't miss any of those appointments. daddy's gonna have fun with you tonight.

love kevin xoxo"

you do as exactly he says, rushing up & down, excitedly getting changed. a black limo takes you to and back of all destinations, attending all your scheduled appointments. at the boutique, a blonde clerk waits for you, standing by a row of clothing racks with designer clothes hanged and heels below to select from. after carefully selecting, you choose a snug black dress and heels, fully dolled up for the occasion. a makeup artist quickly does your makeup, just in the nick of time kevin arrives, black waist coat and suit & tie. you exit the building to find him standing by the car. his eyes wonder around and check you out, hypnotised by your beauty. linking arm to arm, you two are driven to the wall street restaurant. the place is luxurious; interior design opulent and rich. kevin grabs a seat at the vip section, inviting some of his fellow law firm coworkers along. you cheers to a good night and dig in to the fine dining, enjoying the night. almost midnight, you and kevin return back home, immediately jumping into the jacuzzi.

you strip out of your clothes and wear the cute swim piece that kevin's bought for you— a black skimpy bikini that hugs all of your curves and cleavage. you sit back and relax with your man, peacefully sipping some champagne and enjoying each other's company. many drinks and pillowtalks later, the night ends with what you exactly expects: sounds of skin slapping and bed shaking; your moans echo throughout the bedroom. kevin's tall body thrusts repeatedly into you, grunting and groaning as he fucks your pussy. lasting with the real pillow princess treatment, kevin worships your body and makes love to you, showing you who you really belong to. . .

types of gifts:

expensive makeup, luxury trips abroad, designer outfits, exclusive spa treatments, sexy lingerie, his black card for those shopping trips, perfume, deluxe jewellery and accessories, a bouquet of roses tied in a bow, heart-box of chocolates, expensive wine and champagne, adult toys (wink wink), a white teddy bear, polaroid photos of you and him

#𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑒.#ted logan #ted logan x reader #john constantine #constantine 2005 #john constantine x reader #john wick #john wick x reader #neo the matrix #neo x reader #jonathan harker #jonathan harker x reader #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #keanu reeves #valentines day #headcanon #𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑆𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐵𝐸𝑆𝐴𝐷𝐸.

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 6 months

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Hello! I've never sent an ask to anyone before, so I don't know if I'm doing this correctly! But I seriously love your aus, so I just had to try <3

For your monster!au, do you think that there is a difference in the kinds of food they eat between monsters and humans? The kinds of food, seasoning, preparation, how it's cooked, even the degree to which something is cooked. Especially with how you mention in another post about how some species can't eat certain foods.

Like, does Yuu (female pronouns please! Or gender neutral if you prefer) come to their world and have to figure out how to cook with ingredients she's never seen before, or does Yuu just start to cook things in ways the monster bois have never seen or thought of before? Would the boys enjoy it? Would it be safe for them?

Or do you think there wouldn't be much of a difference?

Also, out of curiosity, which species would you say has the most diverse diet?

I seriously love your page! Keep up the amazing work! Stay safe and stay healthy!💙💚😃

Thank you for sending in an ask! You did it correctly, don’t worry c: And thank you so much! I’m glad you love the AUs so much to send something in! ;;v;;

To a degree, the food being cooked in the Monster!AU would be different depending on the species. I know I’ve pretty much beaten the grape incident into grape juice already, but while some may be okay with eating it, other students can’t due to it being toxic (I looked it up, and cranberry wine is a thing. That means Crewel can still enjoy a glass of wine, and it’s possible that the monsters/ghost chefs would use it in cooking instead of grape-based wines!). The same could be said for certain herbs and spices that we take for granted being something that can make them sick or can be just as toxic as grapes, like onions or garlic. Chocolate can still be a thing for some species, but carob is the main alternative that’s available—which means Yuu will still have access to it at least!

There’s also an extra sensitivity to citrus based scents. Using citrus juice to cook something like ceviche for example would be difficult, as not many can even get past the smell even if the taste itself is amazing. Funny enough, there’s actually this one manga I came across called “His Majesty the Demon King’s Housekeeper” that actually touches up on this fact as citric acid is one of the few ways to clean certain stains off surfaces, but most of the cleaning staff in the mansion couldn’t stand the smell of the orange peels until it was turned into a powder form by the demon king. It’s such a cute manga, and has lots of helpful tips too, so it’s a win-win!

If you can’t tell by now, Slice-of-Life manga and stories are my jam. I love when they touch up on things that we don’t normally think about and put a spin on things! >v<

Anyway, as you can imagine, if (and that’s a major IF) we were strictly to focus on the ingredients we know in our world, recipes would have to be tailored to be suitable to each species to avoid causing issues while ensuring that each student has the right nutrients needed to sustain their bodies. This would have resulted in having to find alternatives that are safe for students to enjoy while still being able to ensure safety to avoid severe allergic or otherwise dangerous reactions to having something they shouldn’t.

That would be one helluva menu to try to cater to when you can’t use certain seasonings to flavor things. Good thing Crowley has those ghost chefs to work with the menu, because I certainly couldn’t fathom the mental gymnastics of creating that kind of menu! @.@

But to put it in perspective, it’s like trying to give chocolate to a cat or dog when we have alternatives such as carob as I mentioned earlier. Or how people who are lactose intolerant have almond or oat milk or even goat milk as an alternative, or how there are gluten-free alternatives for those who can’t have it due to celiac disease. Just to name a few examples anyway, since I know there are people out there who have restrictive diets due to health reasons.

Thankfully, these guys aren’t entirely missing out on flavor since in Twisted Wonderland—much like how they have unique flowers and plants such as mandrakes right around the corner—I’m sure there’s no limit to the types of ingredients that can be used to cook with! In fact, I’m reminded of this manga that I’ve stumbled across that I gotta start from the beginning known as “Delicious in Dungeon”. Basically, it’s where the characters are traveling in a dungeon and they not only find monsters and creatures to hunt and eat (not like there’s a grocery store or market inside a dungeon), but also demonstrate how to prepare and cook using the ingredients found in the dungeon as well as the creatures themselves. It just looks so delicious whenever they show the results and what you can do with the extra stuff you can’t eat!

But I digress. ^v^;

This means that Yuu will have lots of new ingredients to try and explore in various dishes, and this also means new opportunities to learn new recipes! Imagine what you’d be able to learn during the Master Chef event too!

So…what happens when you have a female human who has excellent taste buds and a love of cooking and also loves to cook for others? You’ve got a whirlwind of ingredients flying around and waves of delicious smells wafting through the air leading many drooling students investigating the source (and trying to sneak a bite).

Iron-stomach gourmet Grim is the one who gets to enjoy Yuu’s experimental cooking at first. After all, why shouldn’t he be able to enjoy the spoils of his hench-human cooking for him? He’ll try guiding her with his knowledge of flavors and what tastes good, and she learns which seasonings to use for each dish whenever she talks to Trey or Jamil or even Azul. His bragging of being the first to try true human cuisine wound up drawing in the first years, many curious to see her in action while others hoped to try and sneak in a free meal.

Imagine if she cooked two-three meals a day: mini waffles and giant pancakes that are several inches thick? She’s adding various fruits and berries and pairing it with the perfect syrup! Homemade chicken or beef soup? Simmering with noodles boiled to perfection! Roasted pork and beef stew? Veggie stir-fry? Baked fish? Burgers? Pizza??? Nothing is off the table when Yuu is in the kitchen! And don’t get started on the different desserts she could whip up with Trey!

Soon enough, word would have spread around the school about the human’s delicious cooking and it won’t be long before Yuu has visitors around every meal time.

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Yuu:*whisking eggs as the rice cooks* “Breakfast’s almost ready, Grim!”

Grim: “Hooray! Omurice cooked human-style~!”

Knock-knock-knock!

Yuu: “Come in!” *pouring the egg into two skillets before looking up* “Oh, hey guys!”

Ace: “Hey, Yuu! Whatcha making?”

Yuu: “I’m making omurice. I asked the chefs in the cafeteria how to make it and…wait…” *narrows eyes* “Did you guys come here just to get breakfast?”

Deuce: *sheepish* “Sorry, Yuu…we just really like the way you cook.”

Yuu: *sighs and smiles* “It’s okay. Next time, just let me know ahead of time so I can prepare more, okay?”

Grim: “Don’t even think of taking my portion!”

Ace: “Aww, is that any way to treat guests, Yuu?”

Yuu: “Grim, be nice.”

Grim: “What?! That’s not fair!”

Deuce: “I can wait my turn. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Yuu: “Could you chop up some more veggies and measure out the rice? Ace and Grim can have the first two, then we’ll have the next batch.”

Grim: “Stop encouraging them!”

Ace: “Oi! As if you don’t eat the food at the Unbirthday Parties!”

Grim: “Oh yeah?! Well I-mfh!?”

Ace: “Mfhg!?”

Yuu: *dusts hands after shoving two meat buns into their mouths* “There will be no fighting in my kitchen, you hear me?”

Ace and Grim: “Yeth m’m…”

/The Next Day/

Yuu: *standing in the doorway with a bowl of pancake batter* “…are you here to socialize or do you want to try some of my cooking?”

Silver: “Fa-I mean, Lilia…decided to cook breakfast today. He wanted to try and cook some old human recipes, but…”

Sebek: *looking mildly nauseous* “I did what I could to protect Lord Malleus, but…human food should not look like that.”

Yuu: “Ah, okay. Come on in. I’ll get another batch ready, so help yourself to the ones on the table! There’s fresh fruit and whipped cream there too.”

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I have a feeling that Yuu would be getting a lot of visitors from Diasomnia on days that Lilia does the cooking, and I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to feed them too! 😌

As for the “food bribes”…well, it’s kinda hard to argue with the results. Especially when they can be very valid trades. Yuu wants a specific utensil to make that special treat or meal? You’ll get first dibs on the finished dish!

Oh no, Yuu needs help with this potionology assignment and made too many cupcakes to eat by herself! If only someone could come and help with both…

As you said, there are many possibilities of how Chef!Yuu could take advantage of their knowledge and skill around the kitchen! And before I forget, if I had to choose which species would have the most diverse diet…I would have to say it’s a tossup between the basilisks and the faun and satyr species. Basilisk can essentially eat nearly anything without much issue as their stomach acid is strong enough to even digest rocks and crystals, whereas faun and satyr can eat most any plant and fruit or vegetable imaginable and can tolerate some forms of meat without issue. Though if you really want to enhance the dietary variety possibilities, Epel and Trey would have this in the bag as these two are hybrids of two different species, making them truly omnivorous like humans!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #ace trappola #deuce spade #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland silver #twisted wonderland grim #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #fem!yuu

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hyunsvngs · 5 months

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i had a thought and i NEED your onions on it!!! (obvs no pressure i know youre probably v busy!!)

BUT! How would the boys react to reader asking them to kabedon (the pin against the wall anime thing) them? I feel like Minho would luv to do this like?? it gets his partner all flustered AND makes him feel powerful?? say no more

AND CHAN. hear me out. i think he would love it more than his partner LMAO i am a huge advocate for size kink channie so maybe im baised but idrc

-💗

oh hhh

chan: YEP. the size kink thing ANDDD the clip "pin me against the wall? um.. say please?" this is so channie. he would totally do it and giggle so cute when it gets you flustered!! and then he's like hang on... this is hot actually. and then he wants to fuck you against the wall YAS

minho: oh he loves to tease you. he'll do it just to wind you up and leave you there, chest heaving and cheeks all blushy while he goes to play with soonie or smth. he does NAWT care. he'll have you begging him to fuck you against the wall and he'll just say "ah, fine..." as if he hasn't been thinking about it and trying to hide his hard cock in his jeans

jisung: pin him against the wall. i may be biased but pin him against the wall with your hand around his neck and he's all yours.

#juno’s asks ♡#asks: jisung #asks: lino #asks: channie #💗 anon 💌

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carolmunson · 2 months

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pbv!Steve on V-Day? I can only imagine the level of over-the-topness…

February is Valentine’s month for our boy. He starts on the 1st with a single red rose that he picks up on the way home from the office, delicately handing it to you with a kiss to your cheek while you make dinner.

“Hey valentine,” he murmurs before pressing another kiss to your temple.

“It’s not for another two weeks, Steve,” you smile into chopping aromatics, butterflies fluttering from your stomach to your chest.

“Valentine’s Day isn’t for another two weeks but,” he hangs his coat up by the door with his briefcase, “You’re kind of my forever valentine. So, the name sticks.”

“Your forever Valentine, huh?” you tease, showing off your empty ring finger, “Says who?”

“Patience is such a virtue, Manhattan,” he sighs, “The city’s poisoned you into wanting everything so fast.”

You let a puff of air through your mouth while you slide the celery, onion, and carrots into the heated pot on his newly installed chef’s stove top.

“When the jeweler and I agree on the stone, you will have that ring before you know it,” he says, rehearsed. He reminds you all the time. It’s weeks away. Fiancée is weeks away. But not Valentine’s Day because you told him that’s so cheesy, and Steve Harrington is much smoother than that anyway.

Valentine’s Day is an ordeal. He spends the first two weeks of the month adding a rose, so you end up with a huge bouquet by the holiday. Dinner reservations were made a month and a half in advance — he loves you in red, so your custom garter belt and bustier with lace and crafted boning flash a bloody crimson against your skin under your dress. A surprise. He loves when you surprise him.

Dinner and two bottles of wine and a box of chocolates and a new necklace later you are draped over each other in the living room, making out like teenagers who were told they could never see each other again. He barely has time to appreciate the lingerie before he tears it off you.

In the morning, you make him breakfast to deliver to him in bed. Wine always gives him a hang over, you tease him for getting old too fast when it does.

He smiles sleepily while he sits up, running a large hand over his face and through his hair — watching glinting in the morning light of February 14th.

“Good morning,” he says groggily, admiring you wearing nothing but the short silk robe you cooked in. He kicks himself for not being awake to watch you make it.

“Good morning, valentine,” you say back softly, “I’ll go get you some Advil.”

#pbv #pbv!steve

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moris-auri · 4 months

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As It Was

Pairing: Osferth x Brynja

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: The battle of Wintanceaster is over, and Brynja, a handmaiden in service to Lady Æthelflæd eagerly awaits his return.

warnings: MDNI 18+, NSFW, P in V sex, mild angst.

A/N: just a little thank you to @ewanmitchellcrumbs for my Old Norse questions 💗💗

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She had barely raised the cup to her mouth when the rumble of horse hooves came suddenly, shattering the midday silence like shards of glass. Brynja shifted, wincing as the hard flat surface of the bench dug unpleasantly into the skin on the underside of her thighs, as her eyes, a rich shade of brown, locked with those of Leofflæd. She doesn’t say a word to the other girl, doesn’t have to - not when they both know it can only mean one thing - that the siege of Wintanceaster was over and the King had come to some agreement with the Danes.

The thought fills her with relief, feeling the threads of worry and anxiousness that lingered in the line of her shoulders and her spine dissipate. She, like every other person in Æglesburgh, had heard from the people fleeing the plague, of the taking of the palace and the Queen, Lady Aelswith and the King's sons.

She had never been more than a little thankful lady Æðelflæd had gone, riding north to quell the uprising in the north when the word came.

She bowed her head, her lips moving soundlessly as she muttered a prayer to Týr for protection under her breath as it went silent again, the noise lessening to the point where it was as silent as a tomb, before the soft tones of Lady Æðelflæd and the voices of the King and Lord Uthred came, growing in volume with each second.

Her head tilted to the side as she listened, the low sound of her breathing and the pop of the flames in the hearth the only noise. Whatever they were speaking of was enough to warrant shouting - if their raised voices emanating from beyond the doors were anything to go by.

She swiftly rose to her feet, making her way towards the entryway, only to be greeted almost immediately by blinding sunlight. Harsh and unforgiving, it glared down over the bustle of men and horses in the courtyard.

It was bright enough to make her pause, stopping in her tracks with a hand raised to shield her eyes in an attempt to blink back the stars that dotted the edge of her vision. Her gaze shifted the second her sight returned to normal, eyes flitting over the others before landing on the all too familiar head of sandy hair that stood out like a beacon amidst his darker haired companions.

The sight of him - though he had not noticed her yet - made her breath hitch, the air stilling in her lungs, and she could feel her heart begin to beat faster, an almost girlish eagerness unfurling like a flower behind her ribcage as his name beat like a mantra in her mind, over and over and over.

Osferth. Osferth. Osferth.

Ever since she laid eyes on him that first time, the still green boy on the cusp of becoming a man - she had been enthralled, and not just by the vivid blue of his eyes or the color that dusted across the curve of his cheekbones or by his flaxen hair that turned to burnished gold by the slowly lowering sun - but by his very demeanor. He was humble in a way many of the men she had come into contact with were not, as different as the others like night to day. But like anyone, the sight of blood and battle had hardened him, peeling the naivety from him bit by bit like the skin of an onion.

As the years passed, one after the other, she had grown to treasure his company the few and far between times he, Sihtric, Finan and Uthred came to Æðelflæd's estate before going again.

Though no matter how well she tried to hide it, the sight of his back to her atop a horse, growing smaller and smaller the further he went, never failed to make her heart twist painfully, fingers lifting almost unconsciously to press against her lips, worry sitting heavy like a stone in her stomach.

It was only when he and the others had returned to Beamfleot after that battle against the Danes did the realization just how much she cared for him slam into her like a hammer striking an anvil. It had felt like her heart had stopped beating the instant her eyes landed on him in the back of that cart, bloodied and weakened and pale.

The knowing stares from Leofflæd and Lady Æðelflæd herself had followed her near every step, watching her find some excuse to be near to him in the time he had been in the keep, capable of doing little as he healed from his wounds.

She reached out, touching his elbow hesitantly, feeling the coarseness of the roughspun tunic under her fingers. "Osferth."

He turned around at the sound of his name, blue eyes widening at the sight of her. "My lady."

"Brynja," he amended quickly, seeing the look on her face. She cleared her throat weakly, feeling a lump build in her throat. No matter how many times she heard him say it, she doubted she would ever want him to stop. He looked like he wanted to say more, only for his cheeks to turn red as Finan came up behind him, one hand falling to his shoulder.

"You grow prettier every time I see you, my lady," the Irishman jested in lieu of a greeting, eyes settling on her.

"Finan." She rolled her eyes. He barked a laugh at the falsely unamused note to her voice, a broad grin on his face. "It is good to see you though."

"You as well, lady."

Lord Uthred barged past them suddenly without a word, Sihtric on his heels, and she caught a brief glance of the anger still clinging to his expression. She returned her gaze to Osferth, a question burning in her eyes. He hesitated, sharing a look with Finan before answering. "The Dane took a captive. Stiorra."

"Oh."

"Forgive us, lady," he uttered half under his breath, tugging at the neck of his robe, pulling it away from his skin with a disgruntled look. It was then did she notice the dirt and dried blood clinging to him and Finan both.

"Yes, of course," she said as she took a step back, already scanning the crowd for Lady Æðelflæd and Leofflæd. She turned to say something, only to see the sight of their backs as they entered the hall.

The atmosphere of the feasting hall was warm, bordering on stifling, the space, normally almost empty, filled with bodies and the low hum of voices chattering mindlessly as evening fell, the sun giving way to night as the sky outside darkened to indigo. The feasting had been going for some time, bowls and platters of food covering the table's surface. Ale and dishes piled high with meats, deer and venison and rabbit served at the expense of Lady Æðelflæd passing from hand to hand.

Yet despite the joyousness of it, the only thing she could focus on was the heat coming off of Osferth's lean frame from where he sat beside her. His arm brushed hers as he reached for something in front of her and she startled, fingers tightening around the base of the cup.

"I've missed you."

The words come out before she can even consider them, soft and so faint, and she flushes, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks, uttering a wordless curse in her head. Osferth froze, arm still extended towards whatever he had been reaching for.

"I- I am sorry," she exhaled, turning her gaze the other way, feeling half a fool. His hand closed over hers before she could say another word. She startled, turning back to meet his gaze, watching his throat bob as he swallowed. Suddenly everything else around her faded, the din of the voices turning into a faint hum, the only thing she can think of is how close he is to her.

Sitting like this, with his leg pressed against hers, nearly nose to nose with him, she can count every individual eyelash and the specks of darker blue in his irises, the sparse bits of growth on the sharp cut of his jaw and the desire darkening his pupils to a shade of blue that was not unlike the waves along the coast.

The echoes of the feast faded, growing fainter and fainter the further they went. Guided by nothing but the torchlight flickering over the walls, they weaved through hall after hall until the familiar door to her chamber came into view, and her grip tightened around his fingers as she pulled him inside, the door shutting behind him quietly.

Brynja turned, almost immediately feeling the loss of his warmth as she let go. She bit her lip, unable to tear her eyes from his face. He was so very pretty in this light, the flickering light coming from the hearth casting shadows over his face.

"I want you," she breathed, curling one hand around his jaw, emboldened by the ale she had consumed over the course of the night. He caught her mouth in a kiss that was little more than a messy tangle of teeth and tongue, his fingers skirting further upwards, weaving into her hair, ruining Leofflæd's carefully done work without a care in the world. She nipped at his lip, tasting the ale on his lips, mingled with some other note that was not entirely unpleasant.

"We cannot," he panted, tugging back to stare at her. His eyes were blown wide in the dim, the pretty blue eclipsed by the dark of his pupil. "I am a bastard-"

"I find I do not care for that word." Brynja interrupted sharply, her voice low and adamant. She pressed her fingers to his mouth to silence him, her brows furrowing as she stared up at him, daring him to argue with her. "It is Alfred's sin, Osferth," she breathed barely half a second later before pulling her fingers away. "Not yours. Never yours, when you are twice the man he could ever dream to be."

She pressed closer, shifting her hand from his jaw to his neck, the pressure of her fingers digging into the skin drawing a half startled noise from deep within his chest. The sound rocked through her body, drawing a whine and a wave of gooseflesh in its wake. Her heart began to beat faster, thumping harshly against her ribs.

He seemed to flush more, if it were possible, great splotches of pink spreading over the curve of his cheekbones and down his neck. His hands, roughened and callused and battle worn, flexed against her hips, heat bleeding through the thin cotton to warm the skin beneath.

"My lady-"

She teasingly raised a hand, trailing one finger over the line of his jaw, staring up at him from under her lashes. "I am not quite a lady though, am I?"

"No," he croaked in agreement, staring down at her with a soft look in his eyes. "You are more than that." Her fingers returned to his hair at that, pulling him to her as she tugged on the sandy hued strands, pressing her lips to his. He whimpered in response, arm twisting around her waist as he choked out a ragged noise against her mouth.

She reared backward at the sound, heart thudding in her chest as she stared wide eyed at him. "I'll stop-"

Osferth shook his head rapidly, strands of mussed hair falling into his eyes with the movement. The urge to brush his hair back rose, and it was with no small amount of effort that she stifled it. "Don't," he murmured, and she could hear the not quite whine in his voice, the near silent plea for more, his expression a heady mix of steadily growing desperation and lust.

Suddenly shy, the ale fueled bravery fading to a faint thrumming in her veins, she dropped her gaze, focusing blindly on something past his shoulder. He slid one of his fingers underneath her chin, lifting her head as she had done to him earlier. "No."

His voice was firm, the sight of the desire in his eyes catching her off guard, her legs pressing together in response. "I would see you, Brynja. As you are."

"How beautiful you are." He all but sighed the words when the last layer dropped in a puddle at her feet, his exhale as soft as a bird's feather.

"As are you," she cannot help but add, cheeks heating at his words. Brynja dropped one hand between them, the other weaving into his hair. She brushed her fingers over the outline of his cock straining behind his breeches, and he made that sound again, that choked whimper as his eyes squeezed shut, and she knew then and there that there was never another sound she wanted to hear.

She crooned his name softly, sliding her palm up the length of his body, brushing the tips of her fingers across almost every inch of his face. He turned his head then, eyes opening before batting her hand away. His thumb brushed over her cheek, the look in his eyes soft, murmuring her name, once, twice, three times, uttering it like it was a prayer to his God.

A breath passed, the hold he had on her hip tightening as they moved blindly. A wave of pain shot up her leg when her knee connected with the low baseboard of her bed, a startled yelp tumbling from her lips as they fell in a tangle of limbs atop the thin mattress. It was all too easy to ignore the pain pulsing sluggishly in her knee with him beneath her like this, the length of him hard against her thigh.

She gripped the bed linens with one hand as she arched upwards to kiss him, tangling her fingers into his hair, moaning against his lips as she pulled at the strands, the rasping sound of his groan vibrating down the length of her body, and she shudders against him, his name a low whine on her tongue as she twines her arms across the width of his back, legs wrapping around his waist to hold him to her. "Please-"

Her plea works, almost too easily as the silk thin strings of his resolve snap. The sweaty ends of his hair tickle her skin as he ducked his head, forehead pressing against the hollow of her throat, his breathing ragged. It was almost divine to hear him so unwound, watching all the tension that lingered in his muscles fade till there was nothing but the pleasure turning the sharp planes of his face slack.

He let out a strangled noise, pulling out of her, painting her lower stomach with his seed as the sounds of their breathing fill the otherwise quiet room. She half lifted herself up on her elbows to watch him as he stood, the dim light of the hearth shining on the thin film of sweat still clinging to his skin. He crossed the room to the basin on a table by the door before turning back, falling on his back beside her, the chill of the cloth against her skin making her shiver.

She inched closer to him once he had tossed the rag to the side, resting her ear against his chest, half lulled by the steady thud of his heart under his skin, mapping a path over the ridges and scars dotting his flesh with her fingertips. He pressed his lips to her forehead, arm curving over her side as his fingers tapped out a mindless rhythm on the jut of her hip beneath the furs. "Will you come with me? To Coccham?"

Dumbfounded, Brynja stared at him, head tilted back, prepared to immediately voice her refusal. But the sight of his face, the hope that glimmered so brightly in his eyes made her stall and pause, the words dying in her throat. The force of her teeth clacking together rattled in her head as she swallowed, mouth suddenly gone dry, feeling the syllables of his name linger on the tip of her tongue. "Osferth…"

"I wo… would like it very much if you did," he stammered, cheeks turning red, but even as he said it, she could see the hope in his eyes dim. She licked her lip, shifting closer to him, kissing beneath his jaw. "I will ask my Lady tomorrow," she said finally, carding her fingers through his damp hair, and he grins down at her, a smile lighting up his face at her response, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

She barely had a chance to react before he curled a hand around her thigh, his pupils dilating, the blue of his eyes dark before he tugged her closer to the edge of the bed, the low thump of his knees hitting the floor, the warmth of his breath fanning over her skin. "Good."

Brynja moved through the halls of Æglesburgh the next morning, her steps muffled by the hem of her dress. Osferth's words and the echo of his touch from the previous night lingering in her mind, her worry growing with each step she took.

"My Lady."

Æðelflæd's head lifted at the title, the early morning sunlight glinting off her chestnut hair and the pale blonde of Aelfwynn beside her. "Brynja. You look rested."

Brynja said nothing as she twisted her fingers behind her, pulling her lip between her teeth, and Æðelflæd's brows furrowed at the sight of the tell. "Something troubles you," she noted.

"Yes, my lady." She breathed quietly, keeping her eyes downcast. "Tis Osferth. He wi-"

"He wants you to go with him." Æðelflæd finished knowingly, the line between her brows smoothing.

"Yes."

Æðelflæd sighed, beckoning her closer. "I knew this would come one day. That you would leave. I dreaded it, but I knew." Her clear blue eyes lifted to settle on Brynja's face. "You have asked for little and less in the time you've served me." Æðelflæd stretched out her arm, wrapping her fingers around Brynja's own. "Do you wish to go, though? I will not stop you if you do."

She could practically picture it as soon as the words left her mouth, could easily see Osferth in a bed, their bed, his pale skin lit aglow from the morning light, blue eyes still carrying traces of sleep as he smiled. The thought of spending every day with him, every sunrise and sunset by his side….

Her answer came easily, flowing off her tongue like silk, "I do."

#my fics #osferth #osferth smut #osferth fic #osferth x oc #osferth fanfic #the last kingdom #my ocs #oc character #ocappreciation

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heich0e · 2 years

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miya osamu is not really the type of guy to lose his cool. not outwardly. not publicly. not this far into his adult life.

but when a sports reporter keeps writing articles about how MSBY's golden-boy setter, miya atsumu, has been performing poorly in the current v-league season—which upset atsumu every time and end up with him distraught at osamu's restaurant, crying into his tuna and spring onion rice ball—osamu has had enough.

when the young restaurant owner uses the verified onigiri miya twitter account to announce that anyone who brings proof they sent a complaint to the popular sports publication about that loser journalist who's been trashing his brother will get a free onigiri out of it, people show up in droves—copies of printed out emails and screenshots of twitter DMs condemning the articles that have been written about MSBY's number 13 in hand.

he's smug, he won't lie, that the articles stop after that. a full week passes with no new slanderous headline (and no crying brother at his counter,) and then another article-free week follows. he's not sure if that scrub journo got canned because of his smear campaign, but he doesn't particularly care either. the guy got what was coming to him for talking shit about his brother, as far as he's concerned.

what osamu's not expecting is you showing up at onigiri miya one afternoon, absolutely furious, with a stack of documents in hand that show outline just how atsumu's stats have slipped this season compared to the last; that show the formal reprimand your work issued you as a result of his handiwork; that outline your various credentials and professional accolades that make you more than qualified to have been writing those articles and criticizing tsumu's performance in the way that you were.

and osamu knows he fucked up. he knows that the trouble he got you into at work was unwarranted. he knows that even though he knows those two things he's still raising his voice right back at you, in the middle of his restaurant, because he still thinks 'ya coulda been a little nicer about it!'

and worst of all? he knows that even in your fury you're the prettiest thing he's ever laid his eyes on.

#miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu x you #miya osamu #hq drabble #hq writing #writing

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neonovember · 1 year

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summary: weeks away on a covert operation had steve longing to be where he was meant to: between your thighs. Didn’t they say distance made the heart grow fonder?

warnings; overstimulation, depraved steve as well as touch starved? steve, smut, p in v, housewife kink, mentions of violence

a/n: steve is like, really depraved in this..A mission goes wrong and what does he do? Takes it out on your pussy :)

The smooth sounds of Etta James waft through the kitchen, the vinyl recorder Sam had gifted the both of you sits perched on the windowsill nook.

You’re almost done with the roast you’ve prepped earlier, preheating the oven before clearing away the dirtied utensils strewn about the granite countertop. Steve would be coming home tonight, finally, after 2 weeks away on some undercover mission Fury refused to tell you about.

God you truly felt like a part of you was missing each time he slung his duffel bag across his body, your heart aching with every passing day where you didn’t where or how he was, always left on edge for fear of getting that phone call.

Missions like these were rare but they still were expected from the super soldier, and at times you wished that he was solely yours, not America’s golden boy.

You usually cooked together, you and Steve, putting the expansive commercial oven to use, and with the summer evenings stretching into warm nights it was perfect to hold dinner parties for the rest of the team.

But there was something about cooking something just for him, your heart preened whenever he’d groan in appreciation for a meal that you created, testing out the waters with different flavours and tastes. He’d always eat your food he’d said, no matter if it tasted like hot garbage or a fine dining restaurant. You’d shoved him then, telling him your food would always be good. You didn’t go to culinary school and shelve over thousands of dollars that you were still paying, for it to be anything else.

Placing the marinated glazed chicken into the warmed oven you set the oven to cook for an hour, give or take, just in time for Steve’s arrival home. The house had already begun to smell like caramelised onions and honey and feared you might eat the whole thing before he gets here.

You began finishing the dessert you’d curated last night, the recipe was one you fine-tuned over these weeks, noting to add to your menu once you’d gotten Steve’s approval. He’d always helped you with the development of new menu items, with such enhanced senses it was like having a table full of experts, sometimes you’d even say he had better taste than you.

Sometimes.

The French doors of your shared home were left open, letting the syrupy warm rays flood into the living room, the smell of chrysanthemums you’d planted was wafting in, and the gentle crash of waves glided with the jazz sounds coming from your vinyl player.

You so badly wanted to lay on the plush rug and just bask in the summer heat, it was just right, not too hot, but enough to get your skin warmed. Your mind shifted to summer days in which you and Steve lay just right there on the living room floor, your body sprawled out against his beating chest.

His soft words reading a novel or nimble hands across your warm body lulling you both to sleep. You can’t remember how long it’s been since you and Steve just existed, outside of missions and superhero duties, but just exist, as two people who were in love.

It was what made today all the more important, the super soldier mantle Steve rested on would be deserted for a couple weeks, after you’d challenge to sue Fury over refusing to give Steve his well-deserved break.

There was still a mountain of dishes waiting for you in the kitchen sink, and you began to roll up your skills to tackle them before you hear the front doors slam open, the bang of it vibrating throughout the expansive house.

You glance at the chestnut case that has your pistol in it, the one Steve gifted you when he was away on missions and anxious about your safety.

You’d spend countless hours with both Steve and Natasha learning how to shoot properly, the kickback now gliding with your body instead of pushing you two steps back.

You found that you were quite good at it anyway, the blaring bull's eye shots in the shooting range causing Natasha to question if you really were who you said you were.

If anybody walked through that hallway looking for a helpless wife to take advantage of, they would be met with a hole in their chest, Steve made sure of it.

There is a loud thud, like something big and heavy dropping to the ground, and it causes you to bristle, facing backwards from the opening hallway, fingers gripping the sink and eyes strained on the drawer to the right.

Maybe you weren’t the fearless woman you thought you were.

You begin to maneuver your body to reach for your pistol before you hear the familiar sound of Steve’s boots against the hardwood floor.

Of course, it’s him.

You laugh at yourself as the beating in your heart eases, your chest evening out in neutral breaths and you're instead filled with eager excitement at his long-awaited arrival.

You turn quickly, a smile stretched almost painfully on your face, ready to meet the site of his open arms and warm smile. But Instead, you’re met with a quite different view.

Steve is standing there, still dressed down in his soldier uniform, the star dirtied with ash, blood and mud. His boots press into the hardwood floor, leaving large footprints marked with dirt.

Steve's eyes stare directly at you, unwavering and a deep cerulean blue. He looks animalistic, a wolf life expression that takes over his usual soft features, his blond hair tussles and mussed, all over the place as if he’s run his hands through it too many times.

His cheeks are rosy, and his knuckles are bruised and god why is it so hot in here? You can’t take your eyes away from his intense stare, mouth agape and your back pressed into the kitchen sink.

His chest is heaving up and down and he breaks his stare to let it travel across your body, eyes zeroing in on the apron he’d bought you, tied around your waist, hugging your curves and pressing your boobs, causing them to spill out.

Your hair is held up high, messy but kept out of your face, and you don’t think you look the picture of presentable, much less sexy but a dark look takes over his features, and his bloodied knuckles are pressed into tight fists.

The loud thunk of his shield drops to the floor, leaving an imprint of dirt and dust, and that simple act has you breathless, your thighs squeezing against each other.

What happened? Why was he acting like this? Steve was all smiles and soft kisses when he’d come back from missions, his demeanour now, well it almost looked as if he was still locked in his super soldier mindset, with you being the target.

“Steve?” You squeak out, gulping down a breath.

He growls, he literally growls, the sound vibrates through his chest and in two long strides he’s looming over your trembling figure.

You don’t have a second to react before he’s gripping your hips, maneuvering your body to bend over the granite countertop, lips crashing into your own.

He gulps down the moans that fill your mouth, hands trailing all across your body, squeezing, pinching, gripping. His shoulders relax as if the stress of everything has just been lifted off his shoulder, and his fingers come up to cradle your head, deepening the kiss.

His tongue trails over your lips, before biting down on them, causing you to let out a pretty squeak that allows him to shelve his tongue into your mouth. Steve was usually so gentle, all sweet honey kisses, now though, this kiss was anything but that. All teeth and tongue, the truth of his eagerness and insatiability falling into your mouth.

The bruising kiss begins to teeter on asphyxiation before he lets go of your lips with a loud pop, the instability burning in his dark orbs seems to shine even brighter now, as he begins to trail bruises down the column of your throat.

Steve begins to softly rock his body against your own, your head thrown back as you feel the stiff hard on press into the softness of your thighs.

Steve groans into your skin, sucking on the taste of it, vanilla and lavender bursting on his tongue from the body wash from earlier and your gardening from the morning.

He begins to move down your neck, leaving hickeys that were purposefully hard to obscure. Steve kneels at the foot of the counter, hands gripping your hips as he sucks a bruising kiss on the dimple sitting on your thigh.

Steve begins to murmur as you rack your fingers through his dirtied blonde strands,

“Mission..bad, you- you good. So fucking good” Steve groans as he reaches his fingers to tug your lace panties down. It’s all he says before he pulls them and tucks them into his pocket.

Your eyes widen as he rides your fitted apron up to your stomach, pushing your stomach down onto the granite countertop, before gripping your thighs, and placing them on his shoulders. He kisses his way to your pussy, licking at the skin, his harsh breaths on your clit causing you to moan loudly.

“Steve” You groan in earnest, needing him where he refused to be.

His eyes flicker up to your face, a smirk falling on his before he licks a long stripe through your folds, moaning at the taste, before sucking harshly. You groan his name loudly, head lulling back as you enjoy his harsh bruising tongue.

Steve moves his tongue to suck on your clit, his fingers coming up to caress your thighs, before shelving a digit into your pussy.

Steve begins to curl his thick fingers into you, eyes fixated on your withering body, watching every moan, every shiver, every groan of his name as he moves his tongue and hands to leave you in a heaping mess of arousal.

How long would it take before he broke you? The thought caused his erection to press painfully against him, spurring him to add a second digit. You try and close your legs, hands coming up to press against his chest before his thick arms come up to press your stomach back down.

Steve tutts mockingly, refusing to stop his rough mouth against your pussy and his fingers from pressing into your walls.

Your eyes begin to roll into the back of your head as Steve’s ring finger glides over a particularly spongy spot in your pussy, he grins against your clit, driving his fingers deeper into you as he curls them against the spot. Arousal drips from between his fingers, collecting onto the granite countertop as the wave of pleasure crashes down on you, Steve refuses to ease his motions, driving harsher and further as your orgasm violently.

Your thighs shake from beside his head, your back arching from the countertop as your vision clouds with saccharine pleasure.

You can’t speak, the broken syllables of his name the only thing falling from your lips as you lay shaking, uncontrollably. Steve’s eyes darken as he watches you, his mouth sucking onto your clit as he helps you ride the waves of your orgasm.

“That’s it, just like that my pretty girl, god don’t you look so pretty underneath me?” Steve mutters more to himself than anything, fingers trailing your trembling clit as he collects the last of your arousal, sucking on his digits as he slowly raises from his knelt position.

His hands come up to grip your waist, fingers wiping down across your face, before gripping your cheek, a singular thumb wiping the tears collecting on your waterline.

“What do you want?” Steve says, the question startles you, it’s Steve asking for your permission, the truth of his goodness shining through even at times like this, where you could practically feel his clothed cock bumping into your stomach and the shivers that went down his back as if he’d cum right then and there.

Steve would still jump into a cold shower if you told him to. But you didn’t, no you didn’t want that at all, you wanted him in you as deep as possible

“I want you Stevie, and I want it all” You whisper breathlessly, nails digging into his shoulder blade as he groans audibly. His eyes darken with a possessiveness that tells you you'll leave limping and blissed out. A shiver runs down your back as Steve trails his eyes down the prisms of your body underneath him, hands trailing over bite marks and bruises.

“Well, who am I to deny my pretty girl?” Steve says, before snapping his hips into the junction of your thighs. Steve doesn't give you a second to get accustomed to the sheer size and girth of his cock, before plummeting into you roughly, a groan passing his lips as your name falls and rolls over his tongue.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby, so fucking good” Steve moans into your skin, sucking on the slope of your shoulder as you grip onto him tightly, his cock hitting and gliding against your greedy walls just right.

“Been thinkin’ bout this the entire mission, almost got Sam killed cause this pretty little pussy was on my mind all. damn. day” Steve grunts, fasting his pace so that he rutted into you loudly, and with such ferociousness, you feared a bruise would appear.

The pornographic sounds of your moans and the thick slick of Steve's cock pounding into your dripping pussy echoed across the house, emulating into the front yard from the large open living room doors and for once you were glad your shared home was a further drive up from the surrounding neighbours

Your head lulls back as Steve’s thrusts deepen, your walls fluttering around his length as he repeatedly pounds into your cervix. Steve reaches his hands to grip your neck, and carefully raises your arched back to rest in his arms. With one hand wrapped around your waist, Steve raises your thigh to rest on his shoulder, enabling him to press you into the granite countertop, going impossibly deeper than you fear you would split in two.

“Just like that, god you take me so well doll, gripping me so fucking tight” Steve groans into your ear, his thumb tracing the outline of your face, pushing the strands of hair pack behind your ears and raising your body to grind onto his own.

Your hips begin to move on their own, your greedy pussy chasing the release that was just around the corner, Steve's cock brushes against the spongy spot he'd abused not even a few moments ago, slowing his pace to drive deeper, almost cursing you to bounce off of him.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, as spit begins to dribble from your open mouth, Steve's cock filled you to the brim, leaving you almost suffocatingly full, each stroke began before the last had even ended, somehow never letting you feel empty as his thickness engulfed your tight walls.

It had taken a while to get used to the sheer size of him, the first few times he'd made you come with just the tip, but god even know, years later, you felt like you were mere moments from collapsing onto him, cumming just from the sensation of his cock driving against your walls.

And as if Steve was reading your mind, he slips a hand to circle your clit, and all it takes is the roughness of his thick fingers before you’re cumming around him, your walls squeezing him tightly as your mind blackens. Your nails press into his back, scraping against the expansive muscle, causing him to groan loudly as your pussy practically flutters around him.

Steves presses sloppy kisses across your body, humming into you, nodding as he watches through hidden lids, growling as you moan his name loudly. He made you like this, a heaping blubbering mess incapable of even coherent English, he loves it, he craves it, the sight below him, refusing to blink of fear of missing even a second of your arched body, shaking violently.

“Let it out darling, let it out, I’ve got you babygirl” Steve murmurs. The sweet pet name Steve whispers, contrasts against the harsh pace he's resumed, pressing into you insatiable, even as the aftershocks of your orgasm continue to run through you.

“Just one more baby, just one more, can you give me one more? Hm? Will you let me empty my cum into this tight little hole?” Steve groans, as he grips the small of your back, pressing you into his chest as he loses all abandon. What seemed to be the last of Steve's restraints is broken as he rocks into you with such roughness all you can do is grip his arm tightly, head rocking against his shoulder as he slides his thick cock into your fluttering walls.

Holding you up with just one hand around your waist, Steve fucks up into you mid-air, eyes laser-focused on the image of his cock disappearing into your cunt, the slickness of your orgasm glistening across his length, and dripping down your folds.

Your walls tighten unconsciously as Steve thrust into you from a different angle, gliding his thick cock against your walls in ways you didn't think were possible, Steve groans your name as the feel of your tightenings walls grip his length, causing him to stifle as his thrust grow sloppy, unable to move as if your cunt has wrapped an iron grip on it.

Profanities fall from Steve's lips as he throws his head back, the dirty blond strands lying messy onto his forehead, Steve's grip on your waist tightens painfully, as he shoves the entirety of his length into your cunt, his cock still thrusting into you uncontrollably. And as if his own climax triggers your own, you throw your head back in equal ecstasy, revelling in the burning hot pleasure falling down the slope of your back. Thick white ropes of cum shoot into your quivering hole, coating your walls with its milky slick, both of your arousals leaking from between your folds.

You slump your back onto the kitchen countertop, the coolness of the granite causing you to groan as it eases the burning heat radiating off of your body thanks to the human furnace above you. Steve follows your motions slumping onto you, as he basks in the aftershocks of pleasure.

A moment passes, with you running your nails across his back before raking them through his dampened curls, humming gently against his heated chest. Steve signs in pleasured relief, pressing into you as if he wanted to get under your skin. You whisper into his ear, careful to keep your voice soft as the exhaustion of the mission becomes evident on his face.

“Well, that was quite the welcome,” You say, grinning into his ear

“I wasn’t lying when I said I missed you” Steve replies with a snort, raising his face from between the pillow of your breasts, a smirk gracing his once again softened features.

There was truth to what he was saying before, even in the throes of pleasure, in fact being distracted was an understatement. This mission was a particularly long one, and he missed the feeling of your sweet cunt wrapped around him so perfectly. There were countless times when Steve would find himself shamelessly thrusting into the column of his wrist thinking of you, nights in sweaty motel rooms where all he could think, all he could breathe was you. You were blissfully unaware of it, the times when he’d call and thrust to the voice and video of you, under the covers whilst you chatted obliviously to his salacious doings.

He just couldn't help it, you were just too good, and most days he could restrain himself but today? When the first thing he could smell was the musky scent of your slick between your thighs? And the scene that he walked into? He was ravenous. It didn't help that you were dressed in one of those frilly aprons, cooking a meal just for him, his sweet girl, so eager to have him home that you'd gotten up extra early.

There was a deeper part of him, one that longed for this to be the norm, coming home to those sweet hips swaying along to the music, his chest against your back as he danced along with you, fucking up into you against the hallway before eating dinner together.

“Dinners almost ready, ya know you’re lucky I put the roast in before you came or else we'd be having burnt potatoes and dry chicken,” You say, however making no motion to get up quite yet.

“My perfect amazing wife, you know I would eat it anyway” Steve sings songs, pressing a soft kiss onto your clavicle, before slowly rising from his slouched position across you. Gently pulling you into his arms with a soft “come here”.

“Besides, I’m feeling quite satisfied anyway” Steve whispers cheekily, looking down at you as you hug his torso.

“Not on god's green earth am I going to let a perfectly good chicken go to waste” You gruff, slapping Steve playfully, as you wobble towards the oven. Steve rushes forward, hand gripping your arm as he gently wraps you into his arms tutting disapprovingly, as he carries you bridal style towards the large leather couch in the living room.

Gently placing you down, Steve takes out the pot roast himself, groaning as he smells the caramelized onions and honey chicken oozing with bubbling juices and herbed vegetables stuffed around the meat.

“Fuck, this smells almost as good as you do pretty girl,” Steve says from the kitchen, you smile softly, your chest preening in happiness as you drink in his praises.

Fixing both of you a plate, Steve moves you to sit sprawled across his lap, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead as he breathes in the decadent scent you carried after sex. Steve leans in, his hot breath against your earlobe before he utters,

“Almost”

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ok so for not confusing people up with my inconsistencies i will have this pinned with the actual "canon" designs and names i have planned for the characters

"parokka rokka" (parappa as lammy)

age: 18

birthday 19XX/12/6

- note that he wears several shirts but the main ones are the question mark and the blank white one

- "パロッカロッカ"

- catchphrase is "yeah, i gotta believe! leave it to parokka!"

- guitar is actually frog-like

- he wears a contrasting frog pin on his flannel to noodle who wears a skull one.

"noodle omohiyama" (colonel noodle as rammy)

age: 18

birthday 19XX/10/31

- note that he nicknamed himself that because of guitar noodling not because he is obsessed with noodles

- note that his nose is square looking and his hair is shaved at the sides unlike the original noodle who has a round nose and normal afro

- he is not in hell

- catchphrase is "i know, i gotta believe! rave it to noodle!"

- "ヌードル思ひ山"

- guitar is actually "V" shaped

"jammy" (lammy as parappa)

age: 20

- name suggested by parappaadventure2

- catchphrase is "my rhymes are in my mind!"

"oj berrie" (pj as ma-san)

age: 19

- note that he generally wears shoes

- he can still talk

"general rokka" (papa parappa as ge neral potter)

age: early to middle 50s

"mr. potter/papa potter" (general potter as papa parappa)

age: late 40s

birthday 19XX/12/12

(there are of course way more but i do not have proper drawings of them in the rodney artstyle to post them right now but i will go on updating this list eventually)

"sunny" i do not have a proper name yet man (sunny as katy)

- she is the founder of lemonadeflask, the band is formed by sunny, parokka, and oj

"kate katnip" (katy as sunny)

"ma-chan" (ma-san as pj)

age: 21

- note that im still trying to decide on her color palette.

- she still cannot talk properly.

"the empress" (rammy as colonel noodle)

- she is the empress of hell

"beard karate master" (beard burger master as chop chop master onion)

"slice slice master onion" (chop chop master onion as beard burger master)

"martial mum" (noodle mum as chop chop's assistant)

"mama parokka" (mama parappa as sunny's mom)

"mama funny" (sunny's mom as mama parappa)

"captain octopus/captain takoyama" (hairdresser octopus/takoyama as captain fussenpepper)

"hairdresser pepper" (captain fussenpepper as hairdresser octopus)

"matthew major" (matt major as paula fox)

- he is parokka's cousin on this au for lore purposes

"pauline foxx" (paula fox as matt major)

- "pinto rokka" (pinto as uee)

- "uee" (uee as pinto)

- "pandatsu" (pandatsu(lammy's plush) as boxy boy)

- it is alive on this au and brings advice to jammy

- "blocky boy" (boxy boy as lammy's plush)

- "candice" (the tub girl as joe chin)

- she is in love with parokka instead of joe being in love with sunny

- "joe chin" (joe chin as the tub girl)

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strigital · 5 months

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honest question, fellas. do y'all think johnny may have seen the shrek movies? at least the first one? i mean shrek 1 was added to the list of movies to be preserved for future generations so... and if he did see it do y'all think he feels like a donkey involuntarily following a shrek (v) or like a shrek forced to follow around a donkey (v) because they know the way to the duloc castle (mikoshi)? does johnny also at some point bring up the layers hypothesis? cause i'm pretty sure he has layers upon freaking layers to peel off like a monster onion. and would he consider alt a fiona since she's a kidnapped princess stuck in a tower (beyond blackwall)? or the dragon because she also guards the thing? would he make a "compensating for something" comment about yorinobu since he's in a big boy arasaka tower now? 🤔 anyways, i think i need to stop now

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seeingivy · 7 months

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i just know yuuji started that Daddy’s Home edit of gojo on a secret account 😭 he’s that man’s #1 fan (i’m positive he asked nobara to help him with the edit but took no credit since she didn’t think it was gonna pop off(v much regrets not taking credit for it))

FIRST OF ALL. yuuji is the biggest bitch on stan twitter, but literally NO ONE KNOWS IT'S HIM. except it becomes a thing where he's like "oh gojo is so insane for bringing the cat head to the shibuya set" and then people are like "source?? where did u see this" and then he deactivates and starts a new account all over again.

on the topic of secret accounts, here we go.

reiner has an account where he exclusively rates all the bread he eats at restaurants. similar to lorde, who has her onion ring instagram, reiner has one. but for bread. and the reviews are way too detailed like this man going on about "this bread is what victorian children dreamed of. 8.5/10."

gojo is on stan twitter, but for all the wrong reasons. they all hate him.

"oh you love geto? what's his favorite color? yeah. I thought so." FROM AN ALIAS ACCOUNT JUST CAUSING BEEF FOR NO REASON

calling nanami his bias and tweeting at him every day to get a response. like "my fav pls notice me" nanami knows its him. and blocks him.

nobara and maki are the queen of fancams, literally EVERYONE eats them up in edits and they pretend they don't watch them but the totally do

eren saves all the fancams he sees of you on his phone. and reposts them sometimes too. also totally during the breakup era, this man is googling "y/n and eren flirting for ten minutes straight" edits and crying himself to sleep. someone start playing last kiss.

connie, has a private twitter, that he uses to rant. but he accidentally doesn't use it sometimes and tweets very personal information from his verified account.

yuuta and maki have the whole blake lively and ryan reynolds vibe. except, maki is ryan reynolds and yuuta is blake lively.

like when ryan draws earrings onto blake lively's ears on instagram stories bc she's annoyed she doesn't have any - that is what maki does for her baby boy yuuta.

#asks!#method acting

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twisted-wonderland-shenanigans · 2 years

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Something random that came to mind this morning on the way to work and to tide you guys over until I can post some asks/stories:

Twisted Wonderland Monster!AU: "What the fluff?!" Challenge

You know the challenge. The trend where pet owners stood inside a doorway with a large sheet while their pet watches, and on throwing it up and rushing to hide behind the door or in a hallway they record their pets reactions. Quite silly and adorable, but still good fun to see the confusion on their faces before they find the owner and show their relief!

Now...imagine Yuu doing this to the monster boys. >v>

They have to play their cards right though, as if they do it to too many people before they can prank everyone then it'll ruin the surprise! So they have to be sneaky with who they try the prank on first. Namely...

The first years.

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"What's with the sheet, Yuu?" Deuce asked, pointing to the white blanket that the human was carrying under their arm.

"It's a surprise," came the response, standing in the doorway leading to the hallway. "I've got a trick I want to show you guys. A little...human magic."

"Huh? But...didn't you say that humans in your world can't use magic?" Epel asked in confusion, tilting his head.

"Yeah, what's the big deal, hench-human?" Grim asked.

"They can't...at least, not the kind of magic you guys use! This is special human-grade magic~!"

"Human-grade magic?" Jack repeated. "Is it like the magic humans used in the past?"

Sebek huffed as he said, "Surely this magic cannot begin to compare to even the greatness of Malleus himself?"

"Well, maybe not," they responded, knowing that the basilisk would get agitated if they tried messing with him. "But it's still a neat trick! Wanna see?"

"Sure, why not? It's better than dealing with homework right now," Ace said, stretching out his arms and wings before sitting down on Deuce's back as the centaur huffed. "Show us what you got!"

The first years watched as Yuu unfurled the sheet, holding it up so they could see it bunch up at their feet--just enough to cover them if they held it up the whole way. They raised and lowered it a few times, making sure that everyone's eyes were on them. Then, they threw the sheet up, obscuring them from view before it fell--and Yuu was gone.

"Fygah! They're gone!" Grim screeched in panic.

"Wha-?! Yuu!?" Deuce yelped, Ace falling off with a yelp as he and Epel rushed over. "Yuu! Where did you go?"

"Yuu? Yuu!!" Epel called out, peeking out into the hallway. "They're gone!"

"What?!" Jack gasped.

"Impossible!" Sebek shouted, rushing over with the others to see for himself. "I-it's true! They've vanished!"

The first years rushed around the hallway, searching high and low for any trace of the missing human but coming up empty. Not even Jack could pick up their scent, mentioning that there was a disturbing smell in the air (which Epel confirmed was the smell of onions, much to the fu dog's disgust).

"Okay, Yuu, you can come out now," Ace said, smiling despite the anxious flutter of his wings. "You got us good. This isn't funny anymore!"

There was no response. Then...

"Hee-hee-hee~! What's wrong, fellas?" one of the ghosts asked, the others appearing around them with mischievous grins. "Did you lose something?"

"We can't find Yuu!" Grim said, looking ready to tear up.

"Aww, well then, maybe you should look at things from another perspective," another ghost said.

"Yeah. Perhaps the eyes of a mouse," the third ghost said, the others giggling knowingly.

"The eyes...of a mouse?" Epel repeated. "What do you mean?"

"Take another look around and you'll see~!" They cackled as they disappeared, leaving the first years to look at each other in confusion.

Grim sighed as he leaned against the wall, grumbling, "Man...how are we supposed to find Yuu when they vanished into thin air?"

"...uh...Grim? Has that small door always been there?" Deuce asked.

"Eh?" Peering behind him, Grim blinked at the sight of the door he was leaning against. It was almost perfectly blended in with the wallpaper, easily overlooked on first glance. "Whoa! Where did that come from?!"

Curious, Epel leaned in to press his ear against the door. Then, he knocked:

Tok tok-tok tok tok...

Thump-thump!

"Whoa!" he and Grim yelped as they jumped away, muffled laughter from behind the door erupting before it finally opened to reveal Yuu hidden in the storage space.

"Gotcha!" Yuu said, laughing at their expressions as they climbed out. "Took you guys long enough, huh?"

"What even was that?! We were looking everywhere for you!" Ace said, looking gobsmacked. "Seriously! That wasn't magic at all!"

Snickering, Yuu said, "That? Was the 'what the fluff' challenge."

Silence. Then-

"Challenge?!" the first years shouted.

"Yup! And the ghosts got it all on camera," Yuu said, pointing at the ghosts who waved as one held up their phone. "Say hi to Magicam~!"

Despite the initial scare and confusion, the first years soon began to get curious about this challenge and wanted to see how the upperclassmen would react to this "human-brand magic".

Oh the wonderful shenanigans Yuu will find themselves in should they introduce memes to the monster boys~! 😂

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmer #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #twisted wonderland grim #twst grim

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sunset-a-story · 6 months

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OC Recipe Tag Game!

I was tagged by the lovely @pandoras-comment-box and @tabswrites!

Rules: share a recipe your OC would make, either one passed down to them or one they found all by themselves. Bonus if you have an actual recipe to link! Some OCs can't cook to save their lives, but let's talk about the ones who can! :D

I'm going to focus on Reeve here but we have several people who enjoy cooking/baking in Sunset. My also-tagged co-writer covered Emmett's skills in this post.

After having lived in LAHQ his whole life before falling in love with his new home in the Mojave Desert, Reeve has chosen the very normal and healthy path of diving head first into the idea that living in rural Nevada means he's a tough, outdoorsy man.

Dear reader, he is not.

This will not stop him from making a litany of questionable decisions in the pursuit to make it seem true. You'll see.

Anyway! Reeve's favorite meal to cook is breakfast. The sound of frying eggs is always a sound I associate with him. And his favorite breakfast to cook is Huevos Rancheros.

This is a decent approximation of what he'd make but he'd add avocado and hot sauce. He makes his own refried beans which he keeps it vegetarian for Hannah--his/my recipe under the cut.

His/my vegetarian-friendly refried beans recipe:

(No measurments because I always made this by look/taste.)

Pinto beans (drained, liquid reserved)

Onion, chopped

Garlic, minced

Soyrizo

Cumin

Chili powder

Veggie broth

In a pot, saute onion in oil until softened.

Add Soyrizo and cook until nicely browned. (Adding oil as needed.)

Add garlic and spices and cook for another minute.

Add pinto beans and small amount of veggie broth.

Simmer for a few minutes.

Then mash to your preferred consistancy, adding the reserved bean liquid as needed for extra creaminess. Salt to taste.

Reeve can fuck up a lot of things, but the boy can cook a hearty breakfast!

No pressure tagging! @cat-esper @k-v-briarwood @tisiphonewolfe @void-botanist and @fayeiswriting

#drag reeve #oc recipe tag #writeblr tag games

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iceywolf24 · 3 months

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Just remembering Varys speech on Aegon and Kingship in the ADWD Epilogue.

"He reads and writes and speaks several tongues" - Varys

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies," said Jojen. "The man who never reads lives only one."

"The children of the forest, Old Nan would have called the singers, but those who sing the song of earth was their own name for themselves, in the True Tongue that no human man could speak. The ravens could speak it, though"

- Bran, III ADWD

"He has studied history and law and poetry. A septa has instructed him in the mysteries of the Faith since he was old enough to understand them". - Varys

"The singers of the forest had no books. No ink, no parchment, no written language. Instead they had the trees, and the weirwoods above all. When they died, they went into the wood, into leaf and limb and root, and the trees remembered. All their songs and spells, their histories and prayers, everything they knew about this world. Maesters will tell you that the weirwoods are sacred to the old gods. The singers believe they are the old gods. When singers die they become part of that godhood. "- Bran III ADWD

"He has lived with fisherfolk, worked with his hands... He can fish and cook and bind up a wound " - Varys

"I was just remembering," he said. "Jory brought us here once, to fish for trout. You and me and Jon. Do you remember?" - Bran V AGOT

"Jojen sent Hodor out for wood and built them a small fire while Bran and Meera were cleaning the fish and frogs. They used Meera's helm for a cooking pot, chopping up the catch into little cubes and tossing in some water and some wild onions Hodor had found to make a froggy stew" - Bran I, ASOS

"Meera had drawn the broken arrow from his leg and rubbed the wound with the juice of some plants she found growing around the base of the tower" - Bran IV, ASOS

"He knows what it is like to be hungry, to be hunted, to be afraid" - Varys

"The last of the food that they had brought from the south was ten days gone. Since then hunger walked beside them day and night. Even Summer could find no game in these woods. They lived on crushed acorns and raw fish" - Bran I, ADWD

"The Umbers and the Karstarks and the Manderlys may all be dead as well, he realized. As he would be, if he was caught by the ironmen or the Bastard of Bolton" - Bran II ASOS

He saw the bones of a thousand other dreamers impaled upon their points. He was desperately afraid. "Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?" he heard his own voice saying, small and far away. And his father's voice replied to him. "That is the only time a man can be brave." - Bran III AGOT

Bran was also hunted by wights in Bran II ADWD.

"Tommen has been taught that kingship is his right. Aegon knows kingship is his duty, that a king must put his people first, and live and rule for them." - Varys

"Bran gazed up at the rough stone ceiling above his head. Robb would tell him not to play the boy, he knew. He could almost hear him, and their lord father as well. Winter is coming, and you are almost a man grown, Bran. You have a duty." - Bran II ACOK

A good lord protects his people, he reminded himself. "I’ve yielded Winterfell to Theon." - Bran VI ACOK

The way Varys was describing Bran when he talking about how Aegon was raised to be a good King.

EDIT: added some parts .

#bran stark #Bran stark meta #Asoiaf meta #Asoiaf #Asoiaf foreshadowing #King Bran #Varys

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krenenbaker · 6 months

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TWST Boys' Food Preferences: Krenenbaker's Rating

AKA: How much does Henry enjoy the guys' favourite and least favourite foods?

From 0: I won't eat it to 10: One of my absolute favourite foods

Note: I'm a pretty adventurous / open eater, so a lot of these have very high ratings

Riddle

Favourite: Strawberry tart

Ooh, I do so enjoy a nice strawberry tart! (They're also WILDLY fun to make!) 8/10!!

Least Favourite: Junk food

Well... "junk food" is a somewhat arbitrary category. What counts as "junk food" is up to an individual's interpretation most of the time. For instance, is a slice of strawberry tart also considered "junk food"? For my interpretation of this, I'll give it a 6/10. If there were more specific foods, it may be a different rating.

Ace

Favourite: Cherry pie

YES!! However, this depends on if it's sweet cherry pie or sour cherry pie. Sweet? 6/10. Sour? 10/10!!! (it's one of my all-time favourite foods!)

Least Favourite: Raw oysters

Mmmmmm I love oysters! Sorry Ace, but these are a solid 8/10 in my books!

Deuce

Favourite: Anything with eggs

Little broad of a category there, don'cha think, bud? Anyways, 7/10. Eggs are pretty good! Though they do give me a bit of an ick if the whites aren't fully set when cooked.

Least Favourite: Bell peppers

Oh, bell peppers are rather nice! For green bell peppers I'd give a 4/10, and for other colours, 7/10.

Trey

Favourite: Candied violets

10/10!!! I LOVE LOVE LOVE floral flavours, and candied violets are just... mmm...!! 10/10!!

Least Favourite: Mustard

Oop, sorry dear. 10/10. I love mustard. I use it ALL the time on so many things! And there are so many different varieties! Sweet, spicy, tangy, herby... It's one of my favourite condiments :)

Cater

Favourite: Spicy ramen

8/10! Spicy ramen may just be the best kind of ramen!

Least Favourite: Anything sweet

This is another really broad category... but 8/10. I like most sweet things - you can pass me the things you don't like after you photograph them, Cater ♡

Leona

Favourite: Meat

3/10... I could take it or leave it :/ (I do like organ meats and seafood, though... that counts for 2 of the 3 I gave this)

Least Favourite: Vegetables

9/10 - I love veggies! Give me a dish of nicely cooked mixed veg, or a cucumber dill salad, or literally whatever, and I'll be a happy camper! It's another broad category of foods, but I do like most vegetables

Ruggie

Favourite: Doughnuts

I think they're fine, though there are so many sweets I would much prefer. 5/10 (A good sour cream glazed doughnut SLAPS, though)

Least Favourite: Anything rotten

1/10 - YEAH?? I gave a 1 since cheese, wine, fermented foods (sauerkraut, miso, kombucha, etc.), and so on are technically made of foods that have gone off but are delicious, though that's not quite the same as "rotten". But just in case those count... a 1.

Jack

Favourite: Pear compote

Sweet, soft, and very yummy! I don't have it often, but I do enjoy it! 7/10!

Least Favourite: Green onions

6/10, I'd say. They're not my favourite, but they're a solid food item.

Azul

Favourite: Karaage

7/10. I like it, quite a lot, actually! It's not my favourite food, but it is something that I do enjoy :)

Least Favourite: Health food

Again, a wide variety of foods could fit here, but the "health food" label is especially subjective. It's much the same as Riddle's "junk food" categorization. I'll give this one a... 7/10? It depends on what his definition of "health food" is, though.

Jade

Favourite: Octopus carpaccio

10/10! I'm a HUGE fan of octopus (when it's prepared well, that is. It has a horrible texture if prepared poorly), and octopus carpaccio is a really nice and refreshing dish!! Yum!!

Least Favourite: Conger eel

Likely a 6/10. I've never had it, but I do like other types of eel, so there's a chance I'll like this too. I don't know yet, but I'm open to trying it! ^v^

Floyd

Favourite: Takoyaki

10/10!!! I LOVE takoyaki so, so, so, so much!! Probably another one of my favourite foods!! Again, octopus! It's so tasty!! And combined with the savoury cake, sauces, and bonito flakes??? Absolutely DELICIOUS.

Least Favourite: Shiitake mushrooms

Sorry Floyd, these are a 9/10 :) I ADORE mushrooms! Shiitakes aren't my favourite type (that'd be Lion's Mane), which is why it's a 9 and not a 10.

Kalim

Favourite: Coconut water

6/10! I like coconut water! It's not necessarily my drink of choice, but I do enjoy it!

Least Favourite: Curry

Apologies Kalim, I'll have to agree with Jamil here... 10/10! I've loved basically every form of curry I've tried, and there is such a wide range of different kinds that exist! Such a good category of food!

Jamil

Favourite: Curry

10/10 - see above (*´◡`*)

Least Favourite: Dates

Again, apologies, Jamil. 8/10. Dates are a wonderful, sweet fruit :)

Vil

Favourite: Homemade smoothies

Apparently, Vil has specific recipes he uses, so I don't know what his smoothies are like. In general, though, I'd say they're a 6/10 for me. Some are really nice, but smoothies aren't my favourite thing to drink most of the time.

Least Favourite: Mayonnaise

I do enjoy mayonnaise - I'd give it a 7/10. It's tasty, and I use it quite often, on sandwiches, in tuna or pasta salads, mixed with other items to make tartar sauce to go with fish, and so on. (fun fact, you can bake with it, too! there are cake recipes which use mayonnaise instead of oil or butter, and it gives the final product a nice moist texture!)

Epel

Favourite: Macarons (barbeque)

For macarons, I'd say 4/10. They're pretty, and fun to make, and sweet. But they can be a bit too sweet for me sometimes.

For barbeque, probably 2/10. 1/10 if it's meat on-the-bone. I don't like meat on bones, and am not the biggest fan of most meats in general :/

Least Favourite: Apple pears

Oh, apple pears can be nice! I'll say 7/10. Not too sweet, nice and crispy... it's a good fruit!

Rook

Favourite: Liver paté

Honestly, probably an 8/10. It is a really, really lovely food. I don't have it often, but I really like it any time I do!! (Liver paté is actually one of the few pork-based foods I still eat, so I think that says a lot about how much I enjoy it)

Least Favourite: Garlic

Again, I offer my apologies, darling; I LOVE garlic. Lemon garlic shrimp, skordalia, garlic green beans, garlicky hummus, it's all delicious! 9.5/10! It's definitely more of an ingredient than a food unto itself, though... I'm not the sort to just munch on raw cloves of garlic!

Idia

Favourite: Sweets

I'll give the same ranking as with the sweet things for Cater: 8/10.

Least Favourite: Raw fish

Naw mate, raw fish is tasty! 8/10!! :D

Ortho

He doesn't eat, so ?/10, I guess?

Malleus

Favourite: Ice cream

I personally find ice cream slightly "meh" a lot of the time? I do like a good mint chip, pistachio, or black cherry ice cream, but in general, 5/10.

Least Favourite: Whole cakes

Uhh, how do I answer this? I don't think I'd like a WHOLE cake, so I think probably a 3/10? It'd be nice at first, but terrible by the end! If it's a miniature cake, though, probably 7/10

Sebek

Favourite: Salmon carpaccio

Another 9/10! Love me some salmon, and salmon carpaccio is a really, REALLY nice way to have it!!

Least Favourite: Black coffee

It's not how I take my coffee, and coffee isn't my drink of preference, either. So, 4/10.

Silver

Favourite: Mushroom risotto

10/10!!!! This lad has GREAT taste!! Again, I ADORE mushrooms, and mushroom risotto highlights their flavour and texture(s) beautifully! I love making it, too!

Least Favourite: Lilia's cooking

I don't blame him. 1.5/10. I'll give it a try, but... I don't think it would sit well with me ( ´～｀)

Lilia

Favourite: Tomato juice

9/10 - I really like tomato juice! It's nice to have with a lunch or a savoury breakfast!

Least Favourite: Marshmallows

They're pretty nice! Not my go-to sweet treat, but definitely a good pick. I'd say 7/10

Grim

Favourite: Canned tuna

I'm going to give this a 6/10. It's a convenient food item, and generally pretty good. Not the best, not the worst, but you can make some nice dishes with it!

Least Favourite: Nothing

Does this mean he doesn't have a least Favourite food, or that his least Favourite food is not having food? ???/10 for confusing phrasing

#krenenbaker's :)#krenenbaker's thoughts #twst #I didn't include the staff or any non-NRC characters because I didn't feel like it :)#this post got LONG so I put it under a cut #I started this ages ago and it's been stewing in the drafts since then #but I thought I may as well get it finished and posted now #why not? :)

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Every. Single. Time.

Whenever you post your prompts lists I'm overwhelmed by all the glorious possibilities & therefore plagued with indecision.

However one particular prompt called to me as I opened my third consecutive Cadbury Magical Elves Popping Candy while on my literal midnight snack raid.

So can I please have

"Who's turn is it to get the snacks?"

With either Manny or Angel Because I can not get enough of them after reading "The Wager" this arvo 🥵🔥🥵 Reblog definately coming for that one.

Masterlist

Fun and Pastry

Can be read as part two of The Wager or as a standalone.

Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex, M receiving, fingering, P in V, MFM threesome.)

2.2K words

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The joy of a routine

It was strange that settling a bet between two friends turned into this, and while you had agreed between the three of you that the arrangement would continue, you never thought it would blossom into what it was today.

In a matter of months, the love you had for each other, a love reserved for friends alone, had grown into something different and now you could safely say you loved both of them and they loved you.

The house you had bought together was nice, certainly better than Angel's dark cockroach hole and Manny's tiny little apartment. You had just finished washing the clothes while Manny and Angel cleaned the hardwood floors when the call came from Bishop and Manny and Angel wandered into the laundry.

"We got to go, Club stuff but we'll be home before dinner." Angel didn't sound happy, none of you were planning on leaving the house today.

You smiled and kissed each one on the cheek, "that's alright, be safe you too."

Manny smiled, "you know I will be, I can't say the same for Angel."

Angel huffed, "screw you man."

You shook your head, "behave boys, I'll do dinner tonight."

****

They got home to the food on the stove, walking in and kicking off their shoes then heading to the kitchen to greet you, "what's for dinner tonight Querida?"

You picked up the spoon and took a scoop of the sauce and held it to Manny's face, "give it a taste."

He smiled, "shit that's good, what is it?" Angel reached over you and swiped his finger through the sauce then stuck it in his mouth, "this is good corazón."

"It's a stew with chicken and onion and some pastry twirls, it should be done in about thirty minutes."

Angel came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, "can we do anything to help?"

You smiled, "get the pasty out of the fridge, cut it into strips then hold each end and twist them into opposite directions until they twist together. It's already rolled out so you don't need to worry about that but get it into the oven as soon as you can, the colder pasty is when it goes in, the more it puffs."

Manny and Angel exchanged looks, the rivalry hadn't gone away, it had simply changed. Now, the prize wasn't who was the best lover, it was you, who got your mouth or who got to fuck you first, who got to go down on you that night before a nice fuck. You were glad it was something easy because the last time this happened, they were weeding the backyard and ended up with poison Ivy because they were too busy trying to beat each other to pay attention.

Manny smiled, "winner gets to eat dessert off her tits." They raced to the fridge and Angel yanked out the sheet, throwing it on the bench and trying to block Manny so he couldn't get close enough to help.

"Behave, if I have to go over then and cut it in half so no one cheats, no one is going to be eating anything off anywhere. One inch strips please."

Angel rolled his eyes and grabbed two knives, handing one to Manny. You could almost hear their hands moving as they performed the task and to your amusement, they were done at the same time, they looked at you like little boys and you shook your head, "you know the rules, if it's a tie, no one wins."

Manny made a sad face, "does that mean we both get to lick dessert off your tits?"

You rolled your eyes, "no, now go bathe so you're clean for dinner."

****

The shower was another competition but your yell of no running in the house and only touching them if they were spotless stopped them from extending it further.

Angel came out first, trying to sneak a pasty twirl, "don't you dare young man, this is for dinner which will be ready the moment Manny is done. If you want to help you can serve yourself some stew and take five twirls and only five."

He made a sad face, "don't even try it Angel."

He walked up to you and placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his lips to the side of your head, "alright corazón, I love you."

You sighed, "I love you too but stop sweet talking me."

Manny came out and you handed him a bowl, "go and sit."

He looked at Angel, "what did you do?"

Angel made a face, "nothing."

You shook your head, "it's dinner time, stop fighting."

****

The plates were clear and Manny and Angel cleaned up while you enjoyed a cup of hot coco. When they came back, you expected them to have dessert with them but they didn't, "where's the chocolate cake?"

Manny smiled, "we've decided that you can be dessert." They walked up to you, each one standing beside you, Manny stretched his hand out and you took it, then they were walking you towards the bedroom.

You took the same position you always did, right in the middle of the room with one of them in front of you and the other one behind you. This time Angel was facing you, his hands on your shoulders, "I want my dick in your mouth."

You smiled, "I want that too." You sunk down onto your knees while Manny went and got comfortable on the bed, making sure he could watch the show. You placed your hands on Angel's thighs and looked at up him through your lashes, "can you lose the top?"

Angel smiled and raced to remove his shirt, dropping it to the side and returning his hands to your shoulders. You untied his sweatpants and pulled them down, his half hard cock springing free, "no underpants, really?"

Manny chuckled, "we don't really need them with you, it's just something that's going to be wore only to be washed hours later, what's the point?"

You sighed and turned your head, "I am not that bad." You turned back to Angel and his hand rubbed your cheek, his cock growing fully hard as you reached to stroke it. His head tilted back as you licked the tip, Angel gasping as you took it into your mouth while your hand covered the rest of him.

"Fuck I love this view."

Angel chuckled, "you should see it from here, best fucking sight ever."

Manny smiled, "oh, once you're done I will."

You pulled back with an eye roll, "say who?"

Angel chuckled, "stop paying attention to him and get your mouth back on my dick." You did as he asked, sucking him in as far as possible while he grunted in pleasure. You could vaguely hear the rustling of clothes as Manny got naked, his hand stroking his cock as he watched the show.

Angel pulled you back far sooner than you would have liked and waved to Manny, "get off the bed, I'll get her ready and you can have her mouth." Manny scrambled to stand at the side of the bed while Angel waved you to lie down. He stopped you half and removed your PJs, his hands brushing the skin as it was revealed to his eyes. You did as he asked, getting comfortable and relaxing as he spread your legs.

Angel's hands ran up your legs while you turned your head and reached out to take Manny's cock. Angel's hand reached your centre just as Manny's cock reached your lips and it was hard to decide between leaning into the pleasure or focusing on getting Manny off. Manny's hand was on the back of your head as you took him into your mouth and Angel pulled down your panties then ran his fingers up and down your slit.

"Fuck Mano, sucking dick gets her so wet."

Manny chuckled, "I know dude, it's so fucking hot." He went to say more but the words were stolen from him as you took his as far into your mouth as he could go, then Angel's thumb found your clit as he slid two fingers inside you.

You moaned around Manny's dick and Angel shook his head, "I bet that felt good?"

Manny groaned, "fuck yeah it did." Angel worked you up slowly, his fingertips pressing to your G-spot as you reached out to cup Manny's balls. Angel scissored his fingers open and Manny tapped your cheek, signalling for you to pull back.

"What gives?"

Manny smiled, "I want to cum inside you, don't be difficult."

You went to respond but you were cut off by a moan as Angel doubled his efforts, the edge approaching fast. "Come on Querida, give him what he wants and then I'll fuck you so hard you won't even look at Angel."

Angel rolled his eyes, "I'm the one making her cum, you're the one who will be enjoying the show tonight." Angel turned back to you, his face full of charm, "come on, cum for me then I'll send him out of the room to take care of himself."

You sighed, "you can both have me, but if you don't behave, I'll let him go first."

Manny smiled, "yeah Angel, behave or I get to go first." Angel's fingers never let up through the whole thing and with one more pass to your G-spot, you were arching off the bed.

"Please stop fighting and just choose."

Manny smiled and reached out his hand, clenched in a fist, Angel shaking his head as he did the same. After a few shakes, Angel's fist stayed clenched while Manny's went flat, "fuck yeah, I win."

Angel stood up with a huff, "fine man." He swapped places with Manny, a smile on his face, "I think we'll pick up where we left off."

Manny hovered over you and pulled your attention away from Angel, grabbing his cock and running it up and down your slit, "you want this?"

You nodded, "yes please." You threw your legs over his waist and he shifted his hips to slide inside you, your breath getting caught in your throat as he bottomed out. Manny paused to allow you to adjust and Agnel pulled your attention back to himself.

Manny's hips started to rock as you took Angel into your mouth, Angel's hand on your cheek as you hollowed them around him. You whimpered around him as Manny angled his hips to rush your G-spot and his thumb came to rub your clit, Angel's brow furrowing as he did his best not to choke you.

"That's it, holy shit you are so good at that." You hummed a thank you and Angel's hand moved to hold your head. Manny's hips picked up speed and you found yourself right at the edge, Angel holding your head while he pulled his hips back so you didn't bite him. You turned to face Manny and he took your face in his hands, looking into your eyes as you clenched around him.

You sighed as Manny's hips slowed, the twitching of your core getting too much for him, "I ain't judging man."

Manny glared at him, "shouldn't you be focusing on getting your dick sucked?" Angel smiled and looked down at you, his hand brushing your cheek as he turned your head back towards his cock. You took his shaft in your hand while you wrapped your lips around his head, Angel grunting as Manny's hips picked up speed again.

They shared a look that you knew well, they were both close and they were in competition about who could last the longest. You moaned around Angel as Manny's hips took a steady pace and that seemed to do it, Angel letting out one more grunt as he came down your throat. That was all Manny needed and his hips slammed into you as he chased his own high, finally coming inside you with a bite to your shoulder.

Manny flopped on top of you while Angel climbed onto the bed with a sigh. You shoved at Manny's shoulder and he rolled off you, kissing your lips on the way and making a face, "dude, you kissed me so shut up."

Manny shook his head, "your lips are so pretty that I forgot you just had his dick in your mouth."

You rolled your eyes, "Who's turn is it to get the snacks?"

Angel smiled, "mine, I have a surprise." He got up in a rush and you watched his bare ass as he went Manny shaking his head.

"What, I can't appreciate the view?"

He sighed and kissed you again, "you are insatiable."

Angel returned and threw something at you, it glancing off your chest while he laughed, "that isn't funny Angel, you know I have no hand eye coordination." You looked at the purple and white packaging, "freddo frog faces?"

Angel smiled, "from the land down under, I got them at the international section."

You opened the packet and took a sniff, "they smell good."

You held it in front of Manny's face and he took a sniff, "it doesn't smell like our chocolate."

You shook your head, "no, our chocolate has butyric acid it was a mistake to start with but it became part of the brand."

Angel smiled, "crikey mate, you're one top Sheila."

You shuttered at his terrible accent, "if you ever do that again, you are never going to touch my naked body ever, understand?"

Angel smiled and kissed you, "understood."

Fin

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