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[doughiestwarriors]

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[remotewatch]

jack HAS TO BE a little bit of sub. he needs to be kneeling at my legs while I'm on the couch watching TV and he's nearly headbutting my knees bc he wants attention. he needs to be taken down a peg and I need to pet his hair like a dog!

THATS WHAT IM TALKIN ABOUTTTTTTT

he has such a good face for looking up god i have to hold myself back

[forge-octarian-jacket]

The Founder: Jackson. Look at me.

Jackson, just trying to get through his shift: What.

The Founder: Bitch.

[leguin]

does anyone have advice for gaining the trust of a small feral kitten very quickly? also what could one feed a small feral kitten if it's living on the side of a hill and all you can really do is toss things down the hill?

[todaysbird]

the white-throated sparrow is a small passerine bird that breeds in northern north america, wintering in the southern united states. the species is known for four distinct sexes that have different breeding behavior than most birds; there are two morphs, ‘white-striped’ and ‘tan-striped’, and almost always, opposites attract - white-striped individuals pair almost entirely with tan-striped individuals and vice versa. these birds primarily feed by foraging on the ground, and eat seeds, insects, and berries; their varied diet may include blackberries, grapes, and rose hips, along with being a frequent visitor of backyard birdfeeders.

[imsilay]

LETHAL

NSFW! mdni, cw: possessive behavior, somnophilia, drugging, stalker!König, obsessive König (idk lmk if i forget anything)

word count: 1.5k

summary: he was picky and he picked you.

next chapter here

art cr: Tava_tavatic on twt

You were doing the dishes as he was watching you from the apartment building next door which had a wonderful view of your bedroom and kitchen. He had seen enough to know many things about you and your life. You left your house at 10 AM every day and returned at 8 PM. You were a homebody, never wanting to leave your home aside from work and you only had your cat for company. You lived alone in a nice house and didn't often have friends over. He couldn't see any guys when your friends came by, meaning you were single, perfect.

He could even hear the music you were playing while doing the dishes. Your delicious-looking lips moved in time with the song, mumbling the lyrics. He couldn't tear his eyes off your lips. Focusing on them and imagining how they would taste. Perhaps blackberry? He had seen the lip balm you bought a few days before when you complained about how dry your lips were in the winter. Would you let him taste it and find out? Would you even look at him after discovering what he did?

His thoughts were cut off when you finished cleaning the dishes and embraced your cat, it was bed time. His gaze was glued on your back as you left the kitchen and disappeared into your living room, and then reappeared in your bedroom. He knew every part of your house. His heart raced when you put the cat down on your bed and then began removing your shirt revealing the curves of your body and the black bra he was stupidly fond of. He moved closer to the window without realizing it. Crossing his arms to stop the aching feeling to touch your smooth skin, his fingers dug into his arms when you finally tossed the shirt somewhere in your room, probably onto the chair, and then threw yourself onto your mattress.

Yawning and getting comfortable with your cat, it purred and get its place next to you. He wishes it was him… Curling next to you falling asleep with the warmth of your body. But it was impossible, cause he was just your sweet neighbor that you only had small chats, cause he was fucking massive and probably would take the majority of the space of your bed. You eventually fell asleep, he checked his watch. Just in time.

Well maybe it wasn’t that impossible…

He continued his observation for a few more minutes but he was unable to contain himself anymore. He had to be with you. He had to feel you, your body, your hair, the curve of your waist and hips. He wanted to touch your lips, but he was afraid that if he kissed you he would just get lost into them and fuck you there.

He shook his head and pulled himself out of his thoughts before they got dirtier. He grabbed the keys of his and your house and made his way to your apartment. After entering your home and closing the door behind himself, he took his sweet time to breathe in the smell. It was full of you, it made his head spin and heart race. This was his first time coming into your house when you’re there. You were so introverted and had barely any friends. You were living happily in your small world, that was until he came.

The man was over two meters and had on a strange looking mask. He immediately drew your attention because he just looked like some game characters you played. At first he was distant, cold. His icy-blue eyes were intimidating but somehow inviting. You were the first to start the conversation with him, asking about his work. You two became closer with time but it was never too friendly. He was just some neighbor you knew. But he wanted more. Much more.

So after many months of observation and gaining a lot of information about you, he managed to copy your keys. He would come into your house and feed your cat with treats making his presence known and loved. Unfortunately just with your cat. But now his dreams were coming true. He had given you some homemade cookies. And poor you accepted them without any suspicion and now you were on your bed, in a deep sleep, as he walked into your room. Your cat immediately noticed him.

But he was too mesmerized by your sleeping form on the bed that he was frozen in his place. The cat meowed loudly, drawing his attention to it, he gave it some treats he brought with him. Everything was planned. When the cat was out of the room and the door of your bedroom was locked, he walked to your bed. He was finally here. Right next to you as you slept beautifully. He swallowed thickly and sat on the bed. The bed made a squeaking noise with his weight.

You looked even more pretty this close. His gaze lingered on your face; his breath hitched when his gaze stopped on your lips. He reached out a hand and brushed the strands of hair off your face. He was so nervous that his hands were shaking when he touched your hair. It was as soft as he imagined it would be. He tucked your hair behind your ear; his fingers lingered on your jaw before stopping on your chin and tilting your head up just a little, just so he could see your face better. Your lips parted and a soft sigh escaped from your lips when he did; his heart skipped a beat.

You continued to sleep, without noticing the man's touch on your face, thanks to the cookies. His thumb caressed your lips. He closed his eyes for a moment and bit his lower lip. He was holding the urge to give into his feelings, to give in to his desires and take you just then, in that moment. But he had to be patient. He wanted your first time together to be special, like you deserved. But it was turning him on so much to see you in that vulnerable state. He just wanted to tore of your bra and see what’s underneath. Then move to your sleeping shorts and take them off along with your panties so he could eat you out until you cum or wake up. He wondered what your expression would look like.

But still… it was just his fantasies. It caused him pain physically. “Scheiße, Maus.” he mumbled with a sigh. He took of his mask with his still trembling hands and put it on your nightstand, then took of his boots placing them on the floor next to your bed. He was ready to curl up with you. He climbed next to you, close. So close that you felt his breath on your face. His heart was beating like crazy now. His hands found your waist. “Gott.” he hissed when he felt how soft your skin was. His arms snaked around your waist and drew you close until your body fit perfectly with his, lips only centimeters apart. “Mine.” he growled. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack because the proximity of your body. Your body was almost disappeared inside his arms. It only made him want to protect and posses you.

His fingers caressed your skin as he watched your face closely. To memorize everything about you. He even tried to count your eyelashes. It was stupid but he was just too lost in your beauty. One of his hands found yours and put it on his face. Like you was caressing his cheek. It was pathetic but he was too desperate for your affection. He left your hand on his cheek and his hand found your back. His fingers tracing up and down on your spine then eventually stopped on the clasp of your bra. “Nein, not now.” he scolded himself with his eyes frowned. His gaze found your lips again and softened. He wanted- no he craved to kiss you. Your lips looked delicious.

He swallowed and closed his eyes promising himself that he would stop after a taste. When he opened his eyes, he was determined to contain himself; to show restraint. So, his hand was on your chin again, tilting your head up to meet his lips. When his lips brushed against yours, he took in a sharp breath; like someone just hit him with a bat, kissing you felt like it. His hand on your waist pulled you closer, as close as he could. His kiss started slowly, with all of his love and affection; with all of his feelings. But the craving... the craving only grew. His whole body shook as he stole your breath. The determination of containing himself was no where to be found with his morals. He moaned into your mouth and his cock throbbed. His hands traveled down and big palms covered your hips. The kiss was sloppy and hungrier now. He was too lost into heaven. You were his heaven.

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Stalker König has a special place in my heart. this is definitely my favorite work. also i post everyday -sometimes 2 posts in a day- so if you follow me i won’t disappoint ;)

i’m so sleepless so i’m just gonna post this and post the rest tomorrow.

[elodieunderglass]

Re: your tags on the fungus and petrochemicals:

Excuse me, bramble wine? That sounds absolutely divine, how lucky you are! I hope you enjoyed it (and that I get to make/taste this one day)

(In reference to this post: https://www.tumblr.com/elodieunderglass/757191605386084352/oh-heavens-im-sorry-i-dont-remember-this-at I had to apologise for not being especially coherent in my response to an extraordinarily kind and friendly person as I was several days into a group camping, and had touched too much grass to be coherent, setting aside the bramble wine.)

The camping expedition consisted of seven+ families with children who all know each other extremely well and are growing up in a feral pack together that averages about 30 members. The pack forms at the conjunction of any five children, and therefore often exists in multiple places at once; a mini version can be assembled from as few as two of the core families, but when you have seven of the core, the pack becomes its own entity. For example, exhibiting a fascinating reflection of the hunting behavior of ancestral humans, ten of them together once managed to stalk, hunt and bring down a dragon costume performer at a local festival and sit on it in a few seconds when the adults weren’t looking. They had the light of the hunt in their eyes and they were GOING to have that dragon. Anyway this is not conducive to clear and accurate science communication at the best of times, especially since the usual reason that the pack manages to slip the leash is because the grownups are ordering pints.

For this camping expedition there was one family I didn’t know, but they live on a boat and we could vibe. They were the ones who brought the bramble wine. They were the people who sometimes evolve into Whiskey Hamishes. The bramble wine was made from foraged blackberries, and had been stored in a box on the roof of the boat (so essentially: outside) since 2019. The bottles were covered in rotten leaves and spiderwebs. This is not how you usually treat wine. Even home-brew. Even hedgerow. This is a recipe for converting free materials into as much alcohol as possible without interference.

The wine itself was similar to dark port, very heavy and thick, headachy around the edges. The alcohol percentage was estimated in the double digits. It is hard to explain but the dark black-purple color had no red in it. It was like ink.

Then, after coming into your campsite and kicking most of the party around lightly, it kissed you on the mouth one last time with a mouthful of blackberries and wandered off.

I’ve never had a hangover (hobbit liver) but I didn’t spend much time in dalliance with it. a lot of dads were pretty flat the next morning, but, to be completely fair to them, they DID rouse themselves to take the kids swimming in the river, where they (the dads) laid around recovering like beautiful crocodiles. Thus, all they had to do was lie in the cool mud while children rolled over them like puppies.

Bramble wine!

[cevansbrat0007]

Thirst Trap

Summary: Ari loves looking at your ass in those shorts, as long as he's the one who gets to walk behind you.

Warnings: Ari Being A Menace, Implied Stalking, Smut, Brat!Reader, Arguments, Jealous/Possessive Behavior, Biting, Light D/s Overtones, Slight Manhandling, Ass Slapping, Spanking (mentioned), Edging (mentioned), Punishments (mentioned), Hair Pulling, Discussions of Body Image, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This story is part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“Any minute now.” Ari grumbles to himself as he glares down at a display of brightly colored bell peppers while he waits for you to move on to a different part of the store. 

You’ve been lingering in the produce department for the better part of ten minutes now. In fact, it’s your second time over here, what with you having doubled-back to switch out some of the strawberries you’d originally grabbed in favor of several containers of blueberries.

Or, perhaps raspberries. Maybe blackberries and – nope. You appeared to be solidly set on those damned blueberries. Thank God.

It wasn’t so much Ari being impatient with you as it was him ready to leave the store. If he was being honest, you most likely weren’t even aware that he was here. And if you had noticed, then you were doing a fantastic job of ignoring him.

Frankly, he was surprised that a member of Herb & Twine’s loss prevention team hadn’t approached him by now. Especially since he had yet to actually put anything in his cart. The same cart he’d been pushing around for the better part of a half-hour. 

At this point, Ari Levinson was growing suspicious of his own damn self. Starting with the fact that every day he woke up more and more addicted to you – your voice, your smile, your touch.  

And that body. Fuck! 

You had no idea just how many nights he had lain awake thinking of those gorgeous curves, his hand fisted around his cock desperate for a little relief. You were a permanent fixture in his mind these days. And you had no fucking clue. 

Just like you had no fucking clue that you were drawing the attention of practically every man in this place who still possessed the ability to get it up. 

All thanks to a pair of cutoff denim shorts. They fit your ass so good it was damn near disrespectful. And sweet heavenly fuck were they short! Everytime you moved he was treated to a glimpse of those tempting curves. 

Shit set his teeth on edge. Because while he was thrilled that you were feeling confident enough to show off your curves, there was another, more primal, part of him that hated the fact that you were showing off what belonged to him.

Mine.  

That one word dances through his brain, making him wish that he could simply toss you over his shoulder and carry you off to some remote location. Maybe punish you for daring to wear that outfit in public without your man by your side. 

So now, instead of focusing on his own shopping, he’s been forced to follow you around the store. Staying just out of sight, of course. Which wasn’t easy. It was tough to be stealthy when he constantly found himself being mesmerized by the sway of your hips.

In his defense of his stalker ways, he’d been ready to identify himself from the moment he laid eyes on you. But since he was already in a foul mood – because you hadn’t called him like you said you would – he decided to pretend to run into you at the check-out lane instead. 

Until Ari had caught a couple young punks, whose barely-there mustaches were entirely too wispy for his liking, checking out your ass for a few seconds too long. And what pissed him off more than anything else is that you appeared oblivious to all of it.

You were too busy living in your own little world, sashaying your way through the grocery store, with your sweet ass on display. An ass that belonged to him.

Just like you did, beautiful Bird. 

“Time to move it along, fellas.” Ari grunts, none-too-gently nudging their cart with his own. “We’re here to shop, not to gawk at the pretty ladies.”

What were their names again? Charley and Dirk? More like Beavis and Butt-Head, if he were being honest.

“Ain’t no laws against admiring.” Dirk responds as he elbows his buddy in the ribs. “I’m telling you, man. I don’t think she’s as stuck up as everyone lets on.” 

Ari also agrees with that assessment of you, even though he doesn’t say anything. Because they were right. You were so much more than what the folks in this town had initially led him to believe.

“Nah. That bitch once gave me shit for throwing away a bunch of my sister’s old books instead of donating them or whatever the fuck she said she does.” Comes Charley’s retort, a smirk firmly plastered on his lips.  

“So what? Maybe she just needs to get laid. I bet if I – hey!”  

 Ari interrupts the young men, ramming their cart again with a bit more force this time. “I meant what I said. Now you can either move it along, or I can escort you out the door myself. Up to you.”

“But we ain’t even done anything wrong, Levinson!” One sputters as the other takes a tentative step back.

“Harassment is a crime anywhere, boys. Even in bumfuck towns like this one.” The imposing bounty hunter dips his head knowingly, baring his teeth as he does. “Now, do I need to retrieve my cuffs? And because I’m passionate about the law, I always carry two pairs.” 

Shaking their heads “no”, both of them turn and quickly hasten away, continuing to mutter under their breaths as they do. Which is fine by him. Because whether they knew it or not, they’d just made Ari’s personal shit list. Which meant they’d do well to stay out of his way for the foreseeable future.

But you, on the other hand…you two were about to have words. As soon as he tracked you down again.

Ari searches high and low for you for several minutes, continuously walking the aisles hoping to catch a glimpse of you. But unfortunately for him, his search turns up empty. Which then leads him out to the parking lot, just in time to see you hang a left off the property.

What on earth possessed you to walk here? And better yet, where the fuck was your car?

“Swear to God, you need a damned keeper.” He grumbles as he makes a beeline for his own vehicle. Throwing himself inside, he slams the door and guns the engine before peeling out of the lot. “Might as well be a full-time job.”  

Although you’re moving quickly, it doesn’t take long for him to catch up with you. You all-but jump out of your skin when he pulls out next to you. But instead of apologizing for scaring you like he normally would, he finds himself ready to rip you a new one on account of the fact that you’re wearing fucking headphones.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” Ari snarls, his gruff tone taking you slightly aback.

“I mean I don’t think so.” You sniff, temporarily halting your steps so you can peer at him through the passenger window. “But the day is young and I just got some new inventory that’s been on back-order for a while so…” You muster up a cheeky smile, even as you feel yourself beginning to sweat. “I guess anything is possible.”

Damn this early summer heat. Between the stickiness in the air and your thighs rubbing together, you were ready to sit down. But first you had to make it back to the shop in one piece.

“Get in the car, Bird.” Your occasional bed-partner’s no-nonsense tone instantly has your hackles raised as he puts the truck in park. 

“Why?” You ask, not bothering to hide your suspicion.

“Get in the damn car.” Ari repeats, his left hand squeezing the steering wheel so hard you worry he might rip it clean off the dash. 

“Say please.” Sometimes Mr. Levinson seemed to forget the importance of manners.   

“Fucking damn it, woman!” He barks, before exiting his ride and jogging around the side to yank open the door closest to you. “Baby,” he tries again, his fingers going to pinch the bridge of his nose. “We can do this either one of two ways. Either you can get in the car on your own like a good girl, or I can put you in it myself.”

You shoot him a glare, suddenly wishing you had purchased something a little heavier than fresh fruit and whipping cream from Herb & Twine in preparation for this very moment. That way you might have a better chance of knocking some much needed sense into his thick skull.

“And I take it there isn’t a third option?” You venture, your teeth going to nibble at your bottom lip.

“Bird, I’m so glad you asked.” This time Ari finally sees fit to offer you a smile. Too bad there’s nothing friendly about it. “Option three involves me bending you over the hood of my truck and tanning all that ass you’ve got hanging out of your shorts for being dumb enough to walk to the damned store instead of taking your car.   

“I am not dumb!” You hiss, feeling the bite of his anger. “I just had to grab the stuff I needed to make popsicles.”

“Then what do you call it?” He growls, snagging a hold of your bags. “Because last time I checked, we’ve got a man on the run who just might be a fucking killer. And you decide that it’s a good time for a goddamned stroll.”

Those words have you instantly deflating. Just because this man in front of you had a way of getting under your skin sometimes didn’t make him any less right. While you had viewed your quick trip to the store as an easy way to stretch your legs and get some fresh air, someone else might take that opportunity to see you as a target. Which meant that you had almost royally fucked up.

“Okay.” Is all you can manage before handing him the rest of your belongings. “I assume you know how to get back to Baubles & Quills?”

“I do. Just like I knew you’d see it my way.”

It’s only a ten-minute ride to your shop. But thanks to your asshole companion, it might as well have been an hour. And at this point you were fucking fuming. 

“Thanks for the lift, Ari.” You snarl, shutting the car door with your hip and marching towards the front door of your shop. “But I can handle myself.” Fishing out your keys, you make quick work of unlocking the door and all but tossing your groceries inside. They land with a dull thunk, the contents spilling out of the bags and onto the floor.

The gall of this man! Acting as if he had the right to bark orders at you because you’d slept together once or twice. Alright, it was more like five. But no more. After today you were done. 

Especially since he’d spent the entire ten-minutes it took to get back to your shop reading you the riot act. Don’t do this. Don’t do that. No traveling on your own after sundown. Call him every night when you’re locking up the shop and then again when you get home…

The list went on and on. Up until now, you’d honestly had no idea just how much Ari Levinson loved hearing himself talk.  

“You know, for the record, I was doing just fine before you got here.” You continue, casting him a withering glance over your shoulder.You don’t miss the way his jaw clenches either. “And I’m sure I’ll find a way to do even better once you leave.”

Fire burning hot in your belly, you allow the door to slam behind you as you busy yourself with collecting your things. There was a refrigerator in the kitchenette you could use to store everything until it was time to head home for the day. 

In the meantime, if that beefy, overbearing knuckle dragger outside knew what was good for him, he’d pile himself into his truck and drive off into the sunset. Preferably sooner rather than later. Before you went and made the mistake of actually catching feelings or something. 

Because who the fuck were you kidding? The man had a propensity for spiking your blood pressure long before you ever allowed him anywhere near your damn panties. Which meant you knew better. And you’d still decided to give up the goods all because you were worried about cobwebs in your coochie.

“The sex isn’t even that good.” You mutter as you flip the light switch. 

Okay, yes it was. But you were also smarter than this. Just because the man had pretty eyes, an easy smile, and a big dick didn’t mean he could talk to you any ol’ kind of way. Or just insert himself in your life like he was planning to stick around. 

As if he planned to stay. You were done accepting promises from men who either couldn’t or wouldn’t keep them.

You startle when you hear the chime of the bells, signaling the opening and closing of the front door. For their sake, it had better not be a customer. You weren’t feeling particularly helpful or friendly at the moment.  

“We’re closed. Get out.” You call, hoping that whoever was out there had heard you the first time. Unfortunately for you, luck just didn’t seem to be on your side today. Because instead of the sounds of someone beating a hasty retreat, you get more Ari Levinson.  

“Which is exactly why you need to lock the goddamn door. Or what part of there might be a killer on the loose do you not quite get?”

“I was getting around to it!” You snipe, really wishing you’d had the forethought to lock the damn door before that insufferable man had decided to waltz through it after you.

“Not fast enough for my liking.” Ari leans against the doorframe, his big body blocking the exit. “And since I’m gettin’ shit off my chest, I don’t appreciate you walking away from me in the middle of a conversation either.”

That earns him an eye roll before you return your attention to rearranging items in the fridge. Quite honestly, you didn’t give a damn about what he did or didn’t like. And you hated the fact that the quiet authority in his voice was all it took to ruin your panties. 

Bossy bastard.   

“Eyes, Bird.” He growls, making it clear he wasn’t letting you off the hook for that passive show of disrespect. “I already made it plain how I felt about you rolling ‘em at me. And if you recall, it pisses me the fuck off.” 

Ari Levinson had never been the type of man who did well with being dismissed. By anyone. Anywhere. Ever.

“Well, it pisses me the fuck off when people like you make comments about what I wear. Frankly, I struggle enough being in this body as it is. So, if you don’t like my clothes then don’t fucking look at me and maybe you won’t be disgusted by the sight of my fat ass hanging out of my shorts. Problem solved.”

“The fuck did you say?” The sound of Ari’s pissed off snarl might as well be the equivalent of a record scratch.

“You heard me.” You find yourself rolling your eyes once again, not feeling the least bit sorry for it either. 

But in all reality, you had no idea just how hard you were pushing him. Maybe if you knew, you would’ve quit while you were ahead. 

“Duchess.” Comes Ari’s weary sigh as he jams his hands into his pockets, preventing himself from touching you. “You keep rollin’ those eyes at me and runnin’ that sassy little mouth of yours and I’m afraid we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Jesus Christ.” You sneer. “Why the fuck are you even still here, Ari?”

“Because we’re having a conversation. But in order for us to continue doing that, I’m gonna need you to settle down.”

“I will settle down when you get the hell out of my store.” Fuck, if there was ever a time when you could’ve used a cattle prod!

“And I’ll get the hell out of your store when I’ve finished making my point.” He responds, his nostrils flaring in frustration. “Now what’s all this business about you not wanting me to look at you? And who the fuck called you fat?”

All Ari needed from you was a name. He’d take care of the rest later.

“Argh!” You screech, your arms flailing wide. “You know what? Forget it! I’m done!” You slam the door to the fridge before attempting to shoulder past Ari. 

Too bad your 6”4 Beast doesn’t seem all that keen on moving.

“Done with what?” He grits out, purposely holding you hostage. 

“With you.” You hit back as steam practically pours out of your ears. “Us. And this entire godforsaken town. Now fucking move, Levinson.” 

Again you attempt to get by him. And again he stops you, his spine stiffening in confusion. Because he wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.

“We’re not done, you and me. Not by a long shot.” His big hands go to gently frame your face, his thumbs smoothing over your cheeks. “But I do think I might have said something that upset you. And while I’m not sure what it was, I apologize. But we’re not done, baby.”

“You’re not in charge of me, of this.” You tell him, breaking his hold as you do your damnedest to ignore the trembling of your lower lip.

“Now that’s where you’re wrong. Especially given the fact that you were in my bed the night before last.” He flashes you a cocky smile as he slowly backs you towards the wall. “And you loved every minute of it.” 

For some reason, Ari feels compelled to tack on the last part. Secretly hoping to get a rise out of you. And it works, but maybe not exactly in the way he intended.

“I had an itch. And you scratched it. It doesn’t make you special, Ari.” You hiss, ignoring the warning gleam in his eyes. “Any man would’ve worked, but I decided to bet on a stranger. Make things easier for myself.”  

All lies. And you both knew it. 

Unfazed, your bounty hunter continues to crowd you, using his hard, muscled body to box you in. And that’s when you remember that Ari Levinson had the ability to read people like a fucking book – you included.

Which meant this man had already pegged you for a runner the moment he met you. A fair assessment if there ever was one. 

“I want you to look me in the eyes and say that shit again.” Ari growls the moment your back connects with the wall, his palms coming to brace themselves on either side of your head. 

His message was clear. You were no longer in charge of the situation. Just like that.

“Let’s hear it, Bird.” The husky timbre of his voice washes over you, making your nipples pebble beneath the thin material of your shirt. “I mean, you’ve already gone and dug yourself in pretty deep with this shit.” And then the soft brush of his lips along the column of your throat has your world tilting on its axis. “But if you wanna keep going, I’ve got time.”

“I…” You croak, your mouth suddenly dry. Your eyes flutter closed when Ari begins to nibble his way along your jaw, sending your already thrumming pulse rocketing to new heights. “You can’t– I’m not…” 

“C’mon and tell me I’m not your man, that you don’t want me in your bed anymore.” He presses his body against yours, moving his hips so that you can feel the outline of his denim-covered erection against your belly. “Tell me that you don’t need me to keep you in line. Need me to punish you, please you, and everything else in between…”

Your eyes fly open at his words, your core spasming. “Y–you can’t punish me.” You stammer, shivering as Ari’s lidded gaze darkens with lust. “I haven’t done anything wrong.” 

“Now I’m afraid that’s where I beg to differ, sweetness.” Without warning, he sinks his teeth into the sweet spot where your neck meets your shoulder, sucking hard. You let out a sharp cry as your hands go to rest on his biceps. 

But you don’t push him away, not even when he releases you to let his tongue lave over the small hurt. 

Satisfied with his handiwork, he pulls back so that he can look you in the eye once again. “If you need a list of where you’ve gone wrong the last few days, I’m more than happy to give you one.” Ari’s nimble fingers find the front of your shorts, unsnapping them before you can blink. “Starting with your forgetting to call me last night.”

“I didn’t think it was that big a deal.” You confess on a whimper as he slips a dangerous hand inside your soaked panties. “Ooh! Or that you’d even really care if I didn’t.”

“Well, you thought wrong.” Ari cups your pussy, feeling immensely pleased when he discovers just how excited you are for him. “Contrary to what you might think, I don’t always talk just to make sounds. And I’d much rather hear your pretty little voice over my own. But when it comes to your safety, I do not play.” His grip tightens then, as he grinds the heel of his palm against your pulsing clit. 

“O–okay. I’m sorry!” You arch your back, letting the sparks of white-hot pleasure run their course.

“Atta girl.” He praises, cutting off your next cry with a kiss so good it makes your toes curl. Ari takes his time devouring you, enjoying every single little moan and breathy sigh that slips past your lips. “Since I’ve got you listening so nicely, how about we see if you can follow a few simple instructions for me?” Mouth curving in a rakish grin, he removes his hand from your shorts and takes a step back.

And then he licks his palm, his eyes never once leaving yours as he savors the taste of all that sweet, sticky honey you’d left behind for him. 

“Never get enough of you.” Ari groans, his apparent hunger for you only deepening the longer it takes for him to feed it. “Now turn around and face the wall. There you go, baby.”

Heart hammering in your chest, you move to comply and then ready yourself for his next command. While you weren’t exactly sure what happened to your earlier fire, you had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with the renewed heat pooling in your belly. 

Well, that and the wetness between your thighs.

“Next I want you to take off those damned shorts, followed by your panties. Bend over and pull ‘em down real slow.” Again, you move to comply only to halt when he adds something else you weren’t expecting. “But there’s a trick to this one. You still listening?"

Wordlessly you nod.

“Thought so. Now, I want you to pull ‘em down without bending your knees.” He rasps, his own hand going to squeeze his straining erection through his jeans. “I’m tellin’ you right now, I wanna see pink, baby. Your man wants to get a good, long look at that juicy pussy. Go on.”

You bend over, intending to do as he asks. But before you can get very far, you hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. Immediately you pause, glancing at him curiously over your shoulder. 

“Eyes front!” Ari barks, his hand connecting with your bare bottom with a sharp crack, making you yip. “Show me you know how to fucking follow my directions.” He lands another blow before giving you permission to continue.

This time you manage to do as he bids. And although you wish you could attempt to rub the sting out of your ass, you decide you’re better off simply leaving well enough alone. 

Now you’re standing there, naked from the waist down. Your shorts and panties in a heap on the floor at your feet. Seriously, what was it about this man that always had your clothes coming off? Shit was starting to get annoying!

“Would you get a look at you?” Comes your Bounty Hunter’s husky purr. He trails the slightly roughened pads of his fingers along your still burning butt. “And I want to be clear about something. I love this ass, baby. And I would never disrespect it or you by calling you fat.” He lands another hard slap for good measure. “And I damn sure won’t tolerate you referring to yourself that way either.”

Ari would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing his handprint like this. In fact, if he had his way, you were going to be covered in his marks a lot more often from here on out. So you had better get used to it.

“Can I turn around now, please?” Your tiny voice somehow manages to sound both breathy and impatient at the same time.

“You must really want that fucking spanking I keep finding myself itching to give.” Ari growls, although this time there’s a teasing edge in his tone. “Go brace yourself on that little table for me, sweetness. I want those palms down flat and that luscious ass poked out. Now.”

Your jelly legs threaten to give out beneath you as you wobble over to the table, abandoning your clothes where they lay. Instead of complaining, you remind yourself to look at the bright side of things. 

At least he hadn’t ripped your shit this time. Maybe your panties would actually make it out of this in one piece this time. A girl could only hope.

“You’re doing so well, little Bird.” Ari praises as he toes off his boots and shucks his pants, tossing them in the direction of your own discarded clothing. “We’re almost there. Stick that ass out for me, I want this image of you right here, all soft and sweet, embedded in my brain so I have something to remember the next time you decide to be a brat.”

“Yes, Sir.” You whisper, unprompted. Your quiet admission serves to confirm something that Ari had long since suspected to be true.

He needed to earn your submission. Prove he deserved it. And now you had his unspoken promise that he would. Every single day from here on out. 

Soon, Ari’s pants are followed by his boxer and his shirt. Eventually he’s left standing stark naked and proud right there in your little shop’s kitchenette. His impressively thick cock stands at attention, a delicious bead of precum dotting the tip.

“Time for your reward, little Bird.” That’s all the warning he gives you. Gripping your hips with his big hands, he enters you with one hard thrust. You shoot up on your toes as your greedy pussy clenches around him.

“Fuck, Beast!” You whine, as Ari bottoms out inside you. But unlike your previous dalliances, he doesn’t give you time to adjust. Because he was still very much a man with a point to prove. “Oh God! Oh God! Please!”

And the only way he was convinced he was going to be able to ram that point home, is if you couldn’t walk straight by the time he was through.   

“That’s right.” Ari snarls, showing you no mercy as he finds his rhythm. He sets a rough pace, drinking in every cry of pleasure as he works to stake his claim. “This pussy knows me, baby. And so does this body.” He bears down, loving the way you rise to meet him with each punishing thrust. “Say it. Tell me.” He orders, angling his hips in a way that allows him to go even deeper.

His heavy balls slap against your sopping wet core, the filthy sound of his primal claiming echoing throughout the empty room. You feel the coil tighten in your belly as your man pushes you closer and closer to the brink.

“I’m yours!” You cry as your vision begins to blur. Fuck you were getting close.

“Again.” Ari snarls, the harsh sound reverberating in his chest. He shifts his grip, allowing his muscled chest to press against your back. 

“Ari, oh God! Fuck!Fuck!Fuuuuck!” This shit was too fucking much. Your knees practically threatening to buckle under the weight of the pleasure that is currently responsible for driving you insane.

“Either say it or I stop.” He warns, although his brutal pace never once falters. “Tell me what I wanna hear unless you want me to edge you for the next week.” That’s all you need to hear. Because what he just proposed sounded a hell of a lot like your worst nightmare.

“I’m yours!” You wail, as a tear tracks its way down your cheek. “Beast, I’m yours. Swear to God I am!” Satisfied, Ari then redoubles his efforts to reward you for being his good girl.

“Thank you, sweet Bird.” Comes his dark chuckle as he whispers a hot kiss along your damp brow. “Now was that really so hard?” Another kiss, this time as one of his hands sneaks around to play with your sensitive clit. “How about we see what else we can get you to finally admit to?” 

That same coil pulls tighter, the invisible cord now dangerously close to snapping while your man busies himself with taking you apart piece by piece. And then his other hand fists itself in your curls, wrenching your head back to bestow a trail of scorching hot kisses along your throat. Leaving no doubt in your mind that he was about to thoroughly wreck you.

“And when we're through, baby, I'll even take you out for ice cream.” 

END   

[justpoliteconversations]

Small Problems [Chain + Reader]

The Chain have a small problem on their hands. Not that you mind.

Working on making small posts for the trash heap. Just to fill the spaces.

Masterlist

TW: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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You stared down at the nine piles of familiar looking clothes with no small amount of confusion, because you were pretty damned sure those were the boys'. And those piles were very obviously missing the men that should be wearing them. Thus, your confusion. And suspicion.

"You guys better not be running around the woods naked. I expect this behavior from Wild and Hyrule. Wind even." You said, narrowing your eyes and glancing around the clearing intently. Masking your sudden alertness with taunting words. "But you, Warriors? And here I thought you were a gentleman. And Time? For shame."

You shook your head slowly, using the motion to widen your line of vision, searching for any sign of foul play. For signs of a struggle, discarded weapons, unusual imprints in the grass or dirt around the camp. Anything to explain this oddity.

Then you found it sitting inconspicuously near the fire pit next to a still simmering pot of broth. An open jar that should have been sealed, containing the special 'Honey' you'd warned the boys not to touch. For this very reason.

Its actual name was Minish Honey, and it was made exclusively by the northern Minish folk of your country. By itself, perfectly harmless. But add salt, and...

The most shit eating grin stole across your face, eyes gleaming with delight as realization kicked in. "Oh~! Did someone get a sweet tooth?" You sing-songed, skin tingling in anticipation as you got to your knees and started to crawl towards the first pile of clothes. Twilight's.

"Come out, come out, Twi~. I know you couldn't have gotten far~."

You found the pile of Twilight's furs and rumpled cloths empty. But no matter. There were plenty of places to check for sneaky little stowaways.

You peeked impishly into the next pile. "Rulie~." Empty as well, but you weren't deterred. Your smile only grew as you prowled further into the campsite.

"Oh dear!" You giggled, still crawling slowly across the camp like a stalking predator, glancing into piles of clothes and inside of nearby boots as you went.

You heard the slightest shuffling of movement near the packs, and your heart filled with butterflies. You slowly crawled over to the boy's bags, eyes intent on the space between Legend's and Warrior's.

"How will I be able to help you all if I can't find you~!" You sing-songed again, before lowering your face to peek between the bags with one, giant, sparkling eye. "Why, hello there~"

"Please." Wars pleaded in a tiny voice, cute little face cherry red and clutching an embroidered handkerchief around his equally tiny form. Behind him, Twilight was hiding himself in Hyrule's left sock, and you knew this because it had a rip at the toe he was using as a neck hole. "Don't make this any harder than it already is."

Wild peeked out from behind Twilight wearing Hyrule's other sock (which had a large hole in the sole that hung off his shoulders), and waved excitedly at you. Wind's head poking out the hole as well to wave just as excitedly, nearly tipping them both over in the process.

Then the top of Four's head and ears peeked out from below Wind's chin and you lost it, slumping over entirely into the dirt with peals of laughter. And when you caught sight of Legend, scowling, flustered and covered waist down by a thick ring hung snugly around his hips, your soul may or may not have left your body for a time.

It took some time for you to get yourself under control. Enough for Hyrule to finally show up, butt ass naked and munching on a blackberry the size of his head. Covered in berry juice and small brown burrs from head to toe.

It took longer still for Time, adorned in an especially impressive leaf and a leather strap belt, to negotiate their return to normal. And even longer for Four, Wild and Wind (still trapped in the god-damned one holed sock) to coax Sky (naked as the day he was born) out of the boot he'd taken refuge in so he could be turned back to normal.

Surprisingly, or not so surprisingly, Hyrule elected to stay as he was for the night. Somehow managing to put away a full bowl of sweet (you side-eyed the chain with a mischievious grin) broth and half a slice of bread. How, you don't know, but it was fascinating to watch nonetheless.

All in all, it was a good night and it ended with only a few red faces and plenty of laughs. Even if you had to scrub the dirt from your pant legs the next morning.

Now you just had to keep Hyrule out of your stash.

The gluttonous little bastard.

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Short and sweet. Now back to the shadows to rest.

[ilovespec]

The Last Worship

[Yandere goddess × female human ! reader] Part 2

WN : obsessive behavior , Yandere is literally a goddess , Yandere and reader are female here , obsession , dependence on reader , strange and creepy behavior .

Part1

Character description.

(Timeskip)

You woke up to someone literally staring at you. You slowly opened your eyes and saw... A pair of dark blue eyes, almost like the sky during a thunderstorm. You twitched , thinking it was one of your past pursuers , and immediately jumped off the bench . And you saw your mysterious "observer".. And it is immediately clear that this is not a human. She is a very tall woman, she has pale skin, long blonde hair down to her waist, a thin face and cold facial features. Her mouth is completely bandaged for some reason. She is dressed in strange long white clothes, with a small addition of red parts... Stop. Is that a halo over her head..???Is it really that woman from the statue...?? You nervously looked at the place where the statue used to be.. You knew it. In the place where the statue used to stand, now there are just pieces of marble and its base. You took a couple of steps back in shock, looking at this unknown goddess-or angel. And she just squinted and stood up to her full height... My God, it 's just huge ! About 3 meters tall..She lowered her head, looking at you calmly, and then she turned to you... Her voice is hoarse and calm. It was as if she hadn't spoken in a very long time.

"Greetings, little creature. I can't remember the last time I had visitors-"

Her words were interrupted by the loud rumbling of your stomach. Her dark blue eyes looked confusedly into yours, and she turned around and left. You think you scared it off...? Huh . You don't know what it is. That's why you wandered towards the exit, but when you already came to the door, they just took you by the collar of your shirt and put you on a bench. You're huddled in the seat of this shop, afraid of being eaten or what it looks like. But there's a blackberry in your mouth. This unknown creature with a halo and an appearance tried to feed you...?? There were berries in her huge palms. And she was making awkward but stubborn attempts to feed you with them right now. And you just took a berry from her palm.

" I can eat on my own... but thank you. "

You didn't notice it, but she had a smile under the bandages on her mouth. She sat down next to you (taking up half of the entire bench) and held out her palms with berries to you, as if offering to eat them. And you, since you were dying of hunger, eat them. But they are delicious.. When you finished, she leaned over to you, carefully studying your facial features.

"Hmm..beautiful."

" ????? What is beautiful? "

"Your face. And you're just beautiful. Like an angel incarnate."

She reached out and tried to stroke your face, but you recoiled.

" Personal space , do you know what it is ?

"...?"

You sigh, and begin your attempts to explain to this "unknown goddess" what personal space is, and why you can't be touched without permission. And she, with an air of absolute bewilderment and confusion, looks at you and listens. And when you've finished, she just nods calmly and asks.

"Can I touch you? This will be the price for the berries."

You think about it, and finally agree, nodding uncertainly. And she picks you up in her arms and rocks you against her, and hugs you to her.

"Get some sleep. You need to get some sleep. Because after a good dinner, sleep is supposed to happen."

You started kicking and squirming in every possible way, because you didn't want to sleep. But as soon as you inhaled and felt sleepy. Something about her scent makes you feel a strong desire to sleep. And after a couple of minutes of furious kicking, you passed out . And your unknown "caring goddess" pulled her bandage off her face. The left corner of her mouth is torn almost to the ear, and her teeth are sharp like some kind of shark... Unable to resist, she nuzzled the top of your head, greedily inhaling your scent... Your scent... So intoxicating. Trying not to hurt your weak little body, she lifted you up slightly and buried her face in your forearm, slowly breathing in your scent.. It looks like she's already obsessed with you.. Ha. The goddess of a long-dead and sunk into oblivion civilization, needs one simple human girl like a drug during addiction.. It's so weird for her. Why in her a cold heart that even she didn't know she had such a strange warm feeling..? And why she didn't want this girl to leave.. She doesn't understand. But she knows that she will never give her to anyone. Even death.

Im hope yall like this part 💋💋

[bonefall]

You've probably mentioned this before and I just haven't seen it cus I'm a new follower but what is Darkstripe's Land Marr ((think that's what they are called))

I had not mentioned it yet! I'm between two choices, depending.

Choice 1: Blackshade Grove

There were a lot of Worst Moments in his life, but the most shameful was poisoning Sorrelkit. He gave her nightshade, and told her it was blackberry. They're both purple berries, and the eager little kitten always had an interest in cooking.

(This is how Sorreltail got her epilepsy. Nightshade causes brain damage; yew causes heart failure.)

So in this grove, you have to be paying very close attention to the bushes to tell what you're looking at. The strange, clustered nightshades are impossible to discern from blackberry.

Darkstripe takes it on himself to be the test subject, over and over and over. At first it was just the Dark Forest's sick taunt, that he could either get fresh blackberries or "die" a painful death. Once he has friends to feed, it becomes a frustrating obstacle he's determined to doggedly power through.

So eventually the bushes are "marked," safe or unsafe, depending on if they poisoned someone or not.

Choice 2: Bonehill

What's worse than poisoning a lil baby? Poisoning a lil baby for a man who will ALWAYS see you as absolutely fucking pathetic. Throwing away your Clan, your family, your entire life's passion and talents for an idea that would never include you.

So for this idea, the Land Mar is basically this arena-version of the TigerClan camp. There's a nightmarish version of Stonefur who will thrash you for getting too close. There are blackberry bushes that sprout from between the bones of the hill, guarded by "Bonefur" as if he's some kind of dragon.

(Note: this "Dummy" version of Stonefur is not Stone himself. Though I do want StarClan to use this dummy in one of Blackstar's trials, somehow. So I'm not sure if Stonefur made it and they pull it out whenever Blackstar makes another attempt for Life 3, or if the Dark Forest made it and StarClan uses it.)

During Tigerstar's Plan in OoTS, the demons probably appropriated this area. They had to collectively fight Bonefur to "neutralize" it. Tigerstar probably pulled out all the berry bushes off the Bonehill and tossed them away, with Darkstripe not voicing how much it hurt to see Tigerstar toss those away.

Can't admit how badly he wanted to eat them, lest he be seen as weak and distracted again. Before Tigerstar's double death, he was STILL trying to appease him by hiding what he sees as "weakness."

This one fits in with the story better, but it might depend on who else dies in TigerClan. I actually want a demon to have been EXECUTED under the Bonehill, for being HalfClan, having a forbidden love revealed, or some generally disobedient behavior.

(Maybe even in "retaliation" for the others escaping, even though they had demonstrably nothing to do with it)

Show that TigerClan was frothing and radical. Fervent supporters got drowned in its wake along with its innocent victims. So, having that person contribute the Bonehill would be cool.

[lizziespoem]

dalmatians cupid | nanami ͏⸺ one shot

͏⸺Various hilarious faces and figures hid in the angel-white cloud seam, over foaming the blue sky like the gently rushing waves of calm sea and the pink blossoms of the fairytale cherry trees scattered like the glorious dreams of the pedestrians over the freshly mowed meadows as the roofs of the tall buildings shone on the horizon and the wind chases the scent of the blooming wildflowers through the small gaps between the towering trees. Purple and blue plums hung from the branches of the trees, waiting to be picked up, clutched by the thorny bushes of black blackberries and the little hidden currant bushes, it was truly a colorful sea of a thousand colors.

A slight warmth tingled under your chest as you were under the green leaves hiding from the bright sunshine, your legs were folded over each other and on your lap laid one of the oldest books you had ever owned, but you loved with all your heart, while next to the park bench and next to you your beloved Dalmatian had laid down on the grass and enjoyed like the sun rays shone on his black spots, the red leash of your dog was stuck under your thighs.

It was one of your well-deserved days off and you couldn’t imagine anything better than sitting between the fluttering butterflies and the fragrant flowers, while your eyes were fixed on one of your favorite books and your dog beside you peacefully enjoying the peace, there were rarely moments in which you were so calm.

So absorbed in the lines of your book, you did not noticed as your dog pulled her ears back and lifted her head slightly to look around before her gaze landed on another Dalmatian, her tail began to wag frantically and it took her only a second when your dog pulled out the leash under your thigh and started to run towards the other dog.

It was almost after five as the tall blonde man looked at the watch around his wrist, letting a small sigh leaving his mouth as if he didn't wanted to believe that the time ran away from him, when his angelic boy came to him and after an attentive barking the dog his head rubbed against Kentos leg to extract a rough laugh from his throat as he stroked the head of his dog “I know, i know, it's time for a walk”

Kento Nanami could not deny that his time was limited and he probably would never have bought a dog himself, but when he had discovered the little Dalmatian on the street at that one night he did not have the heart to leave him a shelter and took him home with him.

The tall men stretched his upper body before pulling his shirt down, after it had slipped a slight bit higher, his gaze fell to his blazer leaning over the back of his chair, but he shakes his head as he leans over to his desk letting his hand slip through the fur of the white cat, that was sleeping between the stacking papers “try to make not too much of a mess”

Kento could feel the hasty footsteps of his dog by the ruffled pulling on the dark leash, and although the man had a tremendous strength in his body, was it his dog that had pulled him through half the park until his steps became slower and more cautious, when Kento decided to look around and trying to find the reason of the behavior of his dog and then his gaze caught you.

He couldn't deny that even by the look of your back you looked astonishing, the way the sunlight peeked through the dancing leaves letting small rays of sunshine lighting some strands of your hair, the way your back was a little bit bent as you sat on the dark blue bench under the willow tree, he would certainly have noticed more things about you if his dog had pulled the leash out of his hand and started to run towards you.

Helplessly you try to call your dog’s name in the hope that she would turn around, but she didn't and all you had left was to run after her and try to grab the leash, just like Kento, you ran after your dog and tried to reach for the leash, however before you could catch the end of the red leash your dalmatian had already stopped running unlike Kento, who covered the end of the leash with his hand.

“are you okay, madam?” Kento cleared his throat in embarrassment and scratched the back of his head with his free hand, slightly straining his arm as he studied your face, when you politely smiled at him with a nod “yes, thank you. forgive me if…”

Everything you wanted to do was to apologize if your dog irritated his dog, but before you could apologize, you felt like something wrapping around your legs and as your eyes fell down you saw the dark leash of the other dog wrapped around your legs and the legs of the man as the leash pulled them closely together, but before either of you could react, it was already too late and you two are losing your balance falling into the small pond of the park.

The hands of Kento grabbed you by your waist as he tried to lift you above his body so you wouldn't touch the muddy ground of the pond and with a loud splash the two of you landed in the cold water, elicited a little scream out of your throat as you feel the cold water touching you.

“did you hurt yourself, madam?” the blonde man asked as soon as the scream left you mouth looking at you laying over his chest, as your hair was falling into your face and all of your strains were dripping wet, gently his hand stroked the wet strains behind your ear to take a look at your face to see if you were alright “I must apologize about my dog”

Kento would have expected anything that you would shout at him or even insult him for the foolishness of his dog, but to his surprise, the corners of your mouth moved up and a heartfelt laugh crawled out of your stomach, causing a strange warmth to fill the empty space around his heart as his lips couldn't help but smile.

“I must say I’ve outdone myself again for embarrassment” he whispered as he looked at you, letting his hands travel to your chest under your arms to help you up at the muddy pond while he was standing up by himself. The both of you were soaking wet as the water drop ran down on your bodies and soaked water in your clothes dripped on the surface of the pond, as a sweet smile light up on your glossy lips “well I'm glad to share this experience with you”

Again the corners of his mouth lifted and he lifted his shirt a little bit to wring out the fabric, exposing the defined abs that were hidden behind the fabric “I couldn't imagine anyone better to share this with”

“I am Kento Nanami” he charmingly holded his hand in front of you as you take it to shake it gently “y/n y/ln”

Kento was the first to carefully climb out of the pond, then stretch out his hands to you so you could embrace them with yours and climb out easier without even fearing to slip on the muddy ground inside the pond again as your eyes fell onto your both dog, mindlessly laying on the grass while innocently looking at Kento and you.

“I truly apologize for ruining your clothes” he tried to apologize again as he ran his hands through his wet blonde hair, studying the wet fabric hugging and sticking to your body. His thoughts wandered back when his fingers had embraced your waist, he couldn’t help wishing to touch it again and even though he didn't wanted to escape his thoughts, he cleared his throat and asked “Do you want me to take you home?”

Your gaze wanders to your Dalmatian who gently tilted her head when you nodded to accept his offer “That would be really nice”

Maybe it was meant to be, the thought was crawling into the mind of Kento as he walked next to the passing cars looking over his right shoulder listening to you rambling about your beloved book as he couldn't help getting drunk with every word that left your mouth. In his eyes you looked like one of those dreams a painter must have to create a masterpiece, you shone like a sky full of stars yet too mesmerizing to touch, you spoke like an idea a writer would have yet too unique and complex to describe.

As soon as you stopped walking his gaze landed on the building behind you, traveling down at your dogs before looking back into your eyes “Would you go out with me by any chance? I may not have made the best impression, but I’d really like to see you again”

Your cheeks burned as you smiled “Yes, i would like that”

© 2023 LIZZIESPOEM. please do not copy any of my writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[scleroticstatue]

Could I get some fruit knowledge (I don’t mind which kind)

This is a barberry bush

It's called that because it's got these wicked thorns

They can easily get an inch and a half long. Because of that, they're sold in garden centers as "security plants" to put under your windows and stop people getting in, as well as fall color. But! They also have

Oodles of berries!

Nowadays, most people leave them for the birds because those wicked thorns are hard to pick around if you like your blood to stay inside your body, but historically, they were an important source of fresh fruit throughout winter, especially in cold climates. They're still used in Persian cuisine, where they're dried (you can find them as zeresh if you're looking for a bag to taste). They taste like if a cranberry and a lemon had a baby.

The reason we no longer use them anymore is because rich people preferred exotic food that showed off their wealth and the poorer people were desperate to emulate them instead of preserving traditional food. It happened to a lot of European spices that have long since been forgotten, and you can track similar behaviors in food throughout Southeast Asia during colonization and Africa currently! But if you are trying some medieval cooking and it calls for orange or lemon, try using barberry instead and see the flavor transform!

(you can also find calafate, or Patagonian barberry items for sale, but they're a different species and are reported to taste like a cross between a huckleberry and a blackberry)

[weaverpop]

Tired of the Berries! — Lionsword/Lotusnoodle Fic (The Berry Wartm)

Tw angst, blood, and hints of panic attacks.

“I’m telling you, Strawberries are better!”

Normally, hearing Nezha speak was like a blessing to mk-

-But right now, he just wished his boyfriend would calm down. He loved it when Nezha got passionate, but-

“Strawberries aren’t even naturally sweet! They have to be sweetened to get that flavor! It’s artificial! Blackberries are all natural!”

-but this was just ridiculous!

Mei smacked her head against the tabletop, and Mk couldn’t even blame her. Jing and Nezha had been going at this for a while, and they were all getting tired of it. It was cute at first, but it had gotten to the point where it was all they talked about!

It was to the point where the guards of the celestial realm didn’t even look up at their voices rising! They were smack dab in the middle of the pavilion!

“At least Strawberries have a flavor! Blackberries just taste like sour nothing!”

Mk looked over to azure, who looked just as done as he did.m, and they nodded. It was time to-

“Both of you enough!”

A scratchy voice cut through their argument, and what seemed to be a random advisor stomped up to them.

“This is extremely unbecoming of the future emperor and his father!”

Nezha and Jing both frowned, and turned their attention fully to the advisor, clearly irritated.

“Advisor Jiangshi, the only unprofessional behavior here is yours. We are nearly having a debate-“

“Your arguing is what you’re doing-!”

“Advisor Jiangshi you are quite out of line—!”

“Silence!” The advisor waved his hand, whixh lit up in an all too familiar symbol. One that made MK’s stomachs turn as he realized what was happening—

The circlet around Nezha’s neck lit up. As did the cuffs on Jing’s arms.

Both men nearly collapsed in an instant, howling in agony. Well, Jing was. Nezha’s cry was cut off as his airway was blocked. Everyone else immediantly sprung into action, Macaque and Wukong taking down the advisor in an instant, dissipating the horrid symbol. Azure was able to grab Jing before he hit the ground, as did Mk and Mei with Nezha.

Mk felt himself shake with the force of Nezha’s harsh coughing and gasping, as the Prince tries to deseperayly take in as much air as possible. He tried to blink away tears in his eyes, but poor Nezha couldn’t catch his breath long enough to do so.

Mk simply lowered Nezha to the ground (with Mei’s help), and wrapped his arms around him. The lotus boy just buried his face in Mks shoulder, as if trying to hide himself away from the pain. It broke mk’s heart.

A sniffle caught his attention. At first he thought it was Nezha, but when it repeated Mk realized it was coming from…

From…

Mk looked up quickly, and saw Jing curled away from Azure, from everyone. He was holding his wrists tightly to his chest, and his head was bowed in a way that his hair obscure his face. But from what little mk could see, it was clear Jing was crying.

That little bit of information concerned Mk greatly. Nezha, whose breathing was slowly calming, wasn’t crying. Even Wukong hadn’t cried. They’d been in pain yea, but it wasn’t a crying type of pain. To see Jing in such a states.

“Who the hell are you to do that?!” Roared macaque, and MK’s head snapped to the downed advisor, who looked terrified. Guards had come over as well, and were currently in the process of restraining him.

“I was meatly correcting their behavior-“

“Who gave you that right?!”

“The Jade emperor—!”

“The Jade emperor is dead. And you have just attacked your leaders.” Growled one of the guards, hauling him up. “You’re coming with us.”

It was quiet for a moment, the other guards and people clearing out the pavilion to give the group a moment. Something Mk was greateful for. Nezha pulled back, taking in a deep, calming breath.

“Are you ok?” Mk tenderly ran a hand down Nezha’s neck, and the other nodded with a shiver.

“Yes, I am. It was just that, while I don’t need to breathe, it’s still very jarring.” Nezha took another steady breath, and looked over at Jing.

The progoda king hadn’t moved at all. You’d have thought the was a statue if it wasn’t for the shudders that would wrack his body every now and again. Azure sat next to him, looking deeply concerned, as did Macaque and Wukong.

“He won’t let anyone touch him,” Macawue admitted, nervously chewing on his scarf. “not even Azure.”

“Father?” Nezha removed himself from MK’s hold, shakily getting to his feet. He tried to call out again. “Father? Are you alright?”

Nothing.

Then, Jing inhaled a sharp breath, shaking as he held it in. He seemed to be holding back, and Mk didn’t know why… until he saw the red that was slowly staining his sleeves. Nezha seemed to have clocked this as well, as he immediantly moves to be next to him.

“Father- dad, your bleeding-“

The other flinched the moment Nezha tried to to bus him, and Nezha reeled back as if he’d been burned. After a moment, Nezha looked to azure, and asked. “Would you take him to Lao Tzu?”

Azure nodded, and the others stood up as well. “It would be best if you all go on ahead. Give him a moment.”

Mk nodded, and he halled Nezha stumble away for some tea, everyone but azure and jjjg following. Mk tried to tell himself that it was fine. That Jing just needed a moment to to pull himself together. Azure would calm him down and get him patched up.

But even as they round the corner, getting further and further away, Mk could still hear the gut-wrenching sobs that Jing lets out, as well as the quiet reassurances that Azure was trying to give.

Ref

@pixelatedpest

As you requested >:)

[yowyowyaoi]

*after leaving a cafe they’d stopped at during a mission so Deidara could eat*

Deidara: Whew! Thanks, Danna! *pats his stomach* That should keep me going for a while, hm!

Sasori: Mm. And here I thought Itachi was the dessert gourmand of the group. But all of that cake you had in there would surely have put him to shame.

Deidara: Couldn’t help it; it was flavored with blackberries, hm. My favorite.

Sasori: Last week you said blueberries were your favorite, and the week before, strawberries. I believe you even claimed pineapple, once. You certainly have dubious taste.

Deidara: *chuckles* I said all that, huh? Well I guess I’m a liar overall then, because my REAL favorite taste has nothing to do with berries or fruits or anything like that.

Sasori: Oh? Then what —

Deidara: *timidly gets in front of Sasori, puts his hands on his face, and pulls him in for a kiss*

Deidara, softly: I like that sweet taste better than anything in this world, hm.

Sasori: D-Dei … I —

Zetsu, speaking from a hole in the ground behind them: You like the taste of grainy wood? Child, what’s the matter with you?

Deidara, startled and blushing: Z-Zetsu! What the hell?? How long have you been there, you weirdo?!

Sasori: What are you doing here?

Zetsu: Leader sent me to tell you that he’s added a stop to your mission. And Deidara, what do you mean by calling ME a weirdo? You’re the one who just openly admitted that he prefers the dry, earthy taste of wood to the succulent bounty of fruits and berries that nature so graciously provides. 

Deidara: I didn’t mean it in a literal sense, you leafy asshole! It’s called flirting! Ever heard of it?!

Zetsu: Of course I have. In my many years I’ve seen some prime examples of flirting and romantic behavior. This, was not one of those times. Your pathetic attempt to sway Sasori to be with you was both childish and predictable.

Deidara: Oh yeah?! *pulls a blob of clay from his pocket and begins molding it* Well you —

Sasori, still trying to process both being confessed to and his first kiss:

[thepenultimateword]

Please, please, please continue Protective, I wanna know how their date goes!

Part One, Part Two

Villain tugged at the strap of their denim jumper. No matter how they tightened it, it always seemed to make a dive off their shoulder at the most inopportune times. Which was why they only really wore it on special occasions, times when appearances prevailed over their need for comfort.

They pressed their knuckles into their forehead. Oh geez, they'd dressed up for this. They probably came off as so desperate. Like they were leaping at Supervillain to want them. Once they really got to know them and all their weird behavior, they'd probably end this whole deal.

"Villain?"

"Huh?" Villain said, shaking themself out of their self-deprecating stupor.

Supervillain stood at the cafe register, chin turned over the wool collar of their denim jacket—as if they’d matched on purpose. “Did you want a waffle? With your lunch? It's probably early for dessert, but they're very good."

"Oh...um...I guess?" They fumbled for their wallet. "How much--"

"I've got it," Supervillain said, waving them to put their money away again. "Regular, banana, blueberry, blackberry, or strawberry?"

"S-strawberry."

"Toppings?"

Villain rapidly scanned the list, a bit of nausea rising in their stomach as they felt several pairs of eyes from the cashier and the line behind them boring into their head.

"Cream and condensed milk drizzle?"

"Excellent choice," Supervillain nodded, somehow making ordering a waffle feel like a major accomplishment. "And the sandwich right?"

"I can--" Villain started, reaching for their wallet again, but Supervillain promptly interrupted.

"This is a date, Villain. Let me spoil you."

Villain's face felt ready to catch fire. They knew what Supervillain had said about liking them and wanting to protect them, but it still struck them as too surreal. This was a real date with special treatment and respect and everything. And Supervillain was really just going to blast it out to the room like that? Without a care?

"Th-thank you."

Supervillain handed them the table number. "Why don't you find us a seat while I get drinks."

Villain nodded dumbly, walking numbly toward the seating area before Supervillain could even ask what they wanted. Maybe if they messed up on one thing Villain wouldn't feel so out of their depth.

They chose a little window booth that looked out on the cafe's beautiful, landscaped garden, complete with koi pond and mini waterfall. They followed the floating lilies with dreamy eyes, how they bobbed and rotated in a lazy circle, sometimes getting so close to the waterfall's flow that it seemed inevitable they'd be forced under, only to sail free just in time.

"They're pretty,"  Supervillain's voice mumbled in their ear.

Villain gave a little leap, bumping against Supervillain's chest and finding themselves bracketed in by Supervillain's long arms, one on the table, the other on the back of Villain's booth seat. Their chin hovered just above their shoulder, matching their gaze level with Villain's.

"Sorry." Supervillain smiled and slid into the opposite booth.

"That's ok!" Villain blurted a little too loudly. "They are...er...pretty."

They ducked their head and fiddled with the end of their nails. Why couldn't they ever just be normal? Why did they have to be an awkward mess every second of the day?

"Could we take a picture together?"

Villain's head shot up.

Supervillain stared across the table with a soft, hopeful smile.

"S-sure."

Supervillain immediately got up and slid into the booth next to them. As they held their phone out in front of them their other arm circled around Villain's shoulders, pulling them close.

Villain went rigid, every brain cell immediately rushed with panic. Where did they put their hands? Where did they put their head? How were couples supposed to pose together? And why did they smell so good? Did Villain smell good? They hadn't showered since last night. Oh gosh, they smelt like Supervillain's shampoo, didn't they? Was that weird? Supervillain told them to use it, but maybe they should have put something on to mask it. And Supervillain was probably used to their own shampoo anyway, if Villain really wanted to be noticed they needed a more unique scent. Wait. Did they want to be noticed? Well, they had agreed to this whole thing, so they supposed they liked Supervillain at least a little. And they did make them very nervous and their face was pretty and--

Click.

Villain blinked at the sound of the camera shutter, and suddenly became aware of the selfie in front of them. Supervillain, grinning and suave, them pale-faced and gripping the table.

"Let's try another, hm?" Supervillain said, so friendly and calm one would hardly know that Villain had just ruined their picture.

"Ok..."

They tipped their head in Villain's direction, taking their hand in their own and guiding it to their arm. "Why don't you hold here?"

Villlain jerked their chin up in surprise, ready to confirm it was really ok, but found their faces inches away from Supervillain's chiseled one. On impulse, they jerked their head back down again.

"That color will help too," Supervillain chuckled. "Don't think too much. Just smile."

Villain hugged tighter to Supervillain's arm for balance and forced a wide grin.

Click.

Before Villain could think too much about what they were doing the shutter went off again and a new picture appeared, much better than the last one. This one actually looked like a photo of a date instead of a hostage situation. Though Villain’s smile still came off a little awkward.

“Cute. I’ll add this to my date post when we're done," Supervillain said, gently unhooking Villain's fingers and moving back to their own booth.

Villain stared at them in flushed awe. They might have even choked out some stupid attempt at flirting like "I’ll add you to my date post" if the food wasn't blessedly placed in front of them in that same moment.

They barely stopped their jaw from dropping at the sight of the thick slices of freshly baked bread, stuffed to the seams with peppers, cheese, and steak, the scent of black pepper and olive oil wafting up on the steam. Next to it sat a great pink waffle the size of the dinner plate it was on, topped with a pile of minced strawberries and cream, drizzles of condensed milk gathering in a pool around the waffle’s circumference.

Supervillain took a picture of both their spreads then aimed the camera at Villain again. “I promise this won’t be all our dates. I just need a lot of pictures to make our relationship clear.”

Villain nodded. “What do I do?"

"Just take a bite."

Villain stared between their waffle and sandwich for a full minute before deciding the waffle would be more prim. They cut off a less drippy piece and opened their mouth wide.

Click.

Their ears went warm.

Click.

Supervillain grinned down at their screen and turned it around for Villain to see.

"Oh no," Villain groaned as they caught sight of their pink ears. "Please don't post that."

"No worries, this one is for social media--" They showed the previous picture, still a little awkward mid-bite, but at least not blushing.  "--and this one is for me. Oh! That is if you'll let me have it."

"I-it's fine." At this rate Villain was going to combust.

"We'll take some pictures at the lighthouse for your account. We don’t want everything to be exactly the same.”

With that Supervillain pocketed their phone, and those intense, cutting eyes were all on Villain. 

“How’s the food?”

Villain took another hurried bite. “It’s good! Thank you! Is yours, er, good?”

Supervillain cut a much more careful bite off their own powdered sugar blueberry waffle and nodded. “Very good. Tell me about yourself.”

Villain fllinched at the sudden personalness. They didn’t do this sort of thing. Friends. Relationships. Because no one really wanted to know them, and Villain already knew they weren’t worth knowing. As futile as it was, they really didn’t want to scare Supervillain off too early. 

“Like what? Like…hobbies?”

“Anything your comfortable sharing.”

“Um, I got into villainy about 6 years ago. I’m estranged from my family because of…reasons. And um, I like sweets. What about you?”

“Been in villainy for 10 years, starting out as a henchman for some other villain. My family life is probably as good as you can get as a supervillain with moral civilian parents. And I also like sweets.”

Villain couldn’t bear their gaze anymore and took a sharp gulp of their drink. Cherry limeade. Curse it all, they were perfect!

“You’re sweet,” Supervillain added with a smirk.

Villain choked, coughing so violently they sent a blushing cherry spray all across Supervillain’s food and face. Red droplets dripped off their jaw and stained their white wool collar.

“I-I…” Villain couldn’t get it out. Cold horror gripped them by the intestines and gave them a savage shake.

Supervillain blinked the soda out of their lashes, squinting open one dark eye at a time. 

“I’m so sorry!” Villain finally blurted. “I’ll…I’ll replace your food! And your jacket! I’ll–”

Supervillain burst out laughing.

Villain blinked. Blinked again. Trying to make sense between their eyes and their brain on what was happening. Supervillain…wasn’t mad?”

“If I knew you were going to react like that, I would’ve let you swallow,” they said, wiping at their eyes with a napkin.

Villain’s heart sank again. They were laughing at them. Another reguritative reaction. Just like the heroes and civilians made fun of. Was this a trick afterall? To make it all worse, their shoulder strap chose that exact moment to slip again.

“Hey. hey, what’s wrong?” Supervillain reached across the table, laying their hand across Villain’s wrist. “It’s fine. It was cute.”

“It’s not funny!” Villain burst before they could filter themselves.

Supervillain sobered a little, fingers closing instead of just resting, their thumb stroking Villain’s racing pulse. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You’re right. It’s probably not very funny from your end.

For about the billionth time this afternoon, Villain’s body rushed with heat, but this time it was accompanied with a surge of hot tears that threatened to spill over their lashes. They stared stubbornly at the ceiling, wishing they could just evaporate from existence.

“I just…it was so unexpected. And it was such a lame line on my end, I felt embarrassed. So for you to get so flustered… I suppose it set me at ease.”

“You’re not nervous.”

“Oh, I promise you I am.”

“But you’re…you.”

Supervilllain smiled, this one weaker than the grins from earlier. “I don’t have people who care about me. Not all of me. My reputation may be impressive, but I’m not the sort of person people want to get close to. Maybe that’s why I was drawn to you. I saw a little bit of myself. And I wanted to protect you, like I wish someone would protect me.” They stirred their straw in their drink and slowly raised their eyes. “You’re also really cute.”

Villain pressed their lips together and gave Supervillain’s hand a quick pat. “Y-you too.”

They hastily pulled out of Supervillain’s grip and started on their sandwich, wiping unshed tears on their arm as they chewed,

“I’m sorry about your jacket.”

“It’s just a jacket. And it’s easy to wash.”

Villain forced a laugh. “Apparently, I’m here to dirty all of your clothes.”

“Ah, well then, please feel free to do it again.”

Villain’s body still felt filled with leftover jitters, but surprisingly, they almost felt better now than when they’d arrived. At least Supervillain felt a little more real.

When they finished eating, they started for the pier. Villain half-expected Supervillain to jump them there, but in the end, they ordered a cab.

Villain shielded their eyes as they stepped out onto the sandy pavement and cranked their head toward the tip of the tall, red and white painted lighthouse. They ducked their head as a strolling couple squinted in their direction, but then Supervillain was grabbing their hand, fingers rough and warm, pulling them down the path to the beach.

“That patch of rocks right at the base is my favorite spot.”

Villain scanned the empty beach doubtlfully. “There are really crabs here?”

“They’re most active during the night, but I’ve found I can lure them out in the day with a little food.” Supervillain pulled the wrapped remains of their sandwich from their jacket pocket, and tore out a couple slices of meat. “Here.” They folded the cold ham and chicken into Villain’s palm. “Start sprinkling this among the rocks.”

Villain had little time to respond before Supervillain was tearing their own slices of lunchmeat into bits, and throwing them into the spaces amongst the stones. Villain watched them a moment before carefully balancing atop one of the rocks and plopping a large chunk of ham into the sand. When nothing immediately immerged, they began hopping from rock to rock, tossing meat as they went. 

“There!” Supervillain cried.

“Where?” Villain hopped back toward Supervillain, catching themselves on their shoulder before the could topple from their perch. 

Supervillain pointed to gap in the stones where Villain had left their first ham piece. Sure enough what looked like a little brown-grey rock on legs was mincing up the lunchmeat in its claws.

“It’s so cute!” Villain gasped. 

“There’s more where that came from.”

 Supervillain slowly stepped up onto the rock beside them, and together they carefully hopped and picked their way across the beach, now viewers to the numerous crabs skittering from their hiding places for the free food.

Maybe it was the excitement or the need for balance on the rocks, but somewhere in between Supervillain had found Villain’s hand again. Their hands were as strong and protective as they’d been last night. Usually when Villain was with someone with such an obvious imbalance of strength it made them uneasy, but in this case it felt nice. They didn’t dare loosen or tighten their grip even a fraction in case Supervillain suddenly realized what they were doing and stopped.

“Hey, we should take those pictures,” Supervillain murmured. “Before it starts getting too late.”

Villain nodded, and thankfully, Supervillain didn’t let go, instead helping them pick their way back to open sand. 

“Let’s do one together first.”

“Ok, but you have longer arms so…” 

Villain held their phone out to Supervillain and the taller criminal broke their grip to accept it. Luckily, the handholding was replaced with another circling arm, this time around their waist instead of their shoulders. Villain tried to match their hold but mostly ended up gripping to the hem of their jacket. But at least they didn’t look as tense as in the cafe pictures. 

“Want one of just you?” Supervillain said, pulling back their warmth.

“Um, sure!” Villain scrambled back a step and waited for Supervillain to back up and get into position. As they stared straight ahead and held up a last-minute peace sign, they noiced something several paces down the beach from Supervillain. 

Another person. No. Two other people. Both with drawn phones pointed directly toward them. 

Click.

Villain flinched at the camera sound. 

One of the figures peeked around their phone ande matched gazes, making Villain’s innards coil.

“Hm, let’s do another one, you’re kind of frowning.”

Villain stalked forward and grabbed Supervillain’s arm. “Let’s go.”

“What? Why?”

Villain nodded in the direction of the strangers. “They’re…they’re taking pictures. Or filming. Or something.”

Supervillain glanced back at the pair. “Yeah, they’ve been there for a little while now.”

Villain gaped. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because isn’t it a good thing? Part of the point of going out was to be seen. It will  spread much faster if other people get involved.”.

“But they’re going to make fun of me!”

Supervillain squeezed their clenched knuckles. “Not while I’m around.”

“Not now! Online!”

They felt sick. Not as bad as last night, but definitely not in picture taking health.

“Hey,” Supervillain leaned in closer. “It’s going to be ok. None of what they say matters anyway.”

“It matters to me!”

Oh, man, they were feeling dizzy.

“Villain, you’re pale.” Supervillain began guiding them back up the path toward the street and sat them down on the curb. The back of their hand pressed against their clammy forehead. “Alright, let’s go. But I’d like to see you inside your apartment to make sure you’re alright.”

“C-can you jump us?”

“Doesn’t it make you uncomfortable?”

“I just want to go home.”

Supervillain hesitated but nodded, wrapping Villain in their arms once again and riiip, tearing back the world. It wasn’t so scary this time. Actually, it was sort of nice. No people. No cameras. No world. Just comforting black void as far as the eye could see.

Villain blinked, and they were back on their street, directly in front of their door this time.

They fumbled for their keys and quickly slid inside, opening the door wide for Supervillain to enter. 

“I’m sorry that–”

“Don’t apologize,” Supervillain interrupted as they stepped in and gazed around. “It was perfect. Now let's sit you down.”

Part Four

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