#' they could be grape-flavored glass candy... '

[iiguess]

" why would anyone think darck looks like a biscuit? she looks pretty inedible to me—- "

[mothgodofchaos]

Chocolate

Another classic combination. Including some of my personal werewolf headcanons and views.

Werewolf!Yancy x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 783

Yancy has been quite the excitable roommate since his release from the pound, wanting to try everything he can while nearly bouncing off the walls. At least there’s one benefit with having to walk him multiple times a day, as your leg muscles have gotten ridiculously strong. You wonder if you could even finish a marathon easily with how much you have to walk him. While he’s not always on a leash, trying to keep up with him as his jog is almost as fast as your sprinting speed, it does take a bit out of you. 

But he also is just happy to be around you. He’ll shift into his wolf form and snuggle up with you while watching a movie, or sleep in weird positions on the floor. One thing you definitely wanted to do with him, however, is introduce him to new foods. 

Fortunately all the foods that are usually toxic to dogs, act as a mild allergy at the worst for Yancy. His worst one is grapes, which you found out after he was itching like crazy after a glass of wine. Since a lot of the foods that are toxic to dogs are only that way because they can’t process certain substances due to their own anatomy. This is less of a problem for a canine-human hybrid, so usually his reactions are similar to lactose intolerance. 

On this specific day, however, you’re determined to show Yancy the delight of chocolate. With Halloween coming up soon, you’re hoping that you can take him to a Halloween party and experience all the treats that usually frequent these parties. Additionally, it may be a safe place where he can let himself loose, be a werewolf in public without worrying about other people treating him weird or freaking out. 

“Alright Yancy, I got some things at the store for you to try, I just want to see if you like these. You should be okay, but it is possible that your stomach may not like them.”

“Oh alright, youse sure about this?”

Yancy vaults over the back of the couch, greeting you in the kitchen. He towers over you, his chest being at just about eye level. Perks of being a werewolf, I guess. He digs around in the bags you brought home, smelling all the packages, investigating all of the new things you brought for him. He does find the candy bars with peanuts in them, a lot more excited about those in comparison to the others. 

“So I got the minis in case you don’t like them, but we can always get more if you end up liking any of these. Consider these like, bite sized versions of them.” “I getchu, youse don’t gotta worry about me.”

It takes him a moment to figure out how the candy wrappers work, needing you to demonstrate before he copies your behavior. He holds the mini snickers in his hand for a second, before shoving the entire thing in his mouth. You have to stop him from just immediately swallowing, taking his time to chew it and savor the flavors of it. His eyes light up as he continues to chew, nodding to you earnestly.

“Woah, youse humans just eat those all the time? Damn, us pups do be missin’ out on this stuff.”

“Well, it’s the caffeine in it that makes normal dogs’ hearts beat too fast. Their bodies can’t handle it. Honestly, you’re probably going to tolerate caffeine even better than humans since you’re a bit bigger.”

“Huh. Weird!” Yancy pops another chocolate into his mouth, inspecting the wrapper.

“Youse don’t eat these?”

“No, that’s plastic, Yancy. That’s not food.”

“But it held the food.”

“Yes, but it’s not food.”

You dig through the bags again, and hear a crinkling sound coming from Yancy. When you look back at him, his eyes are wide open and he stops chewing.

“What are you eating?” “Noth’n…” “Show me what’s in your mouth.” Yancy backs up, chewing faster as you move to take what you assume to be the wrapper away from him.

“Yancy, you can’t eat plastic! Spit it out!”

He shifts, running around your house, trying to play keep away as he loudly chews on the crinkly wrapper. You manage to tackle him, getting him to lay on his back as you pry his jaws open, taking the wrapper out of his mouth. All you can do is look down at him, disappointedly.

“And what do you have to say for yourself? Hmm?”

Yancy shifts back with a smirk, kissing you briefly on the lips before yeeting you onto your couch, running away with a cackle.

“YANCY SPARROW, YOU GET BACK HERE-”

[rosavulpes]

Feline ears flicked , amber eyes occasionally glancing over to his scroll , propped up against the back end of the kitchen counter where he'd pinned up a video message to his main display .

He'd already created a notes section containing a detailed outline for the recipe attached to the side of the video itself but ... it was a nice feeling just listening and following along with her motions . A soft smile to his expression as he listened to the comforting sound of her voice .

It wasn't often that he'd get to visit his parents , and other family friends in Menagerie but they'd made a habit of sharing recipes like this with one another in their messages or calls . Even though they were so far away from one another , cooking alongside of his mother like this ? Even if it wasn't live with her in real time ? Still made him feel like she was standing right next to him all the same .

Whisking together his dry ingredients of licorice root , lemon balm , and rosemary into one bowl . Normally ? tea made with these ingredients alone would be enough for him . It didn't need to be sweet , but taking into account the preferences of some of his new team members he'd decided to make some adjustments to make it a bit sweeter for their tastes .

On a wooden cutting board situated next to him , he'd cut up some cotton candy green grapes he'd gotten beforehand that would be diluted into the tea once the hot water was added to them . Then from there , the next step would be to add just a light amount of honey as the finishing touch .

Once his dry ingredients were mixed together well enough , he'd add his chopped up grapes to the bowl . Giving them a stir .

Then everything would be placed into one tall glass , followed soon after by steaming hot water , mixed again , then all the ingredients strained out once the water had taken in the flavors of all the herbs , fruit , and honey . Perfectly incorporated . A nice amber coloring to it with a delightful herbal aroma .

Pouring the tea into a kettle , and into four cups , he set everything onto a nearby tray . Now ready to be served .

Cleaning up the bowls , and utensils he'd used before leaving the kitchen area , he'd start to make his way back towards the school's lounge area where the rest of team RWBY was .

Their classes may have been over , but the school day was not . There was still homework to be done , and some required reading to do but ... that wasn't what was on his mind at the moment as he walked out of the kitchen back to student lounge with tray in hand .

He'd elected to brew some tea for the group as a means of trying to ease some of the tension they'd been having . It hadn't been all that long since they been assigned to one another as teammates ... well at least him and Weiss with Ruby , and her older sister Yang .

Due to his assigned responsibility of looking after the Schnee heiress , searching for her during the initiation exam had been his primary focus , and one he'd been successful at .

While he thought of the role of team leader as being largely superficial , as an effective team couldn't solely operate on the decisions of one person alone , the position had held more value in Weiss's eyes than his . Which he could understand now why she'd feel frustrated at not being chosen by the headmaster to serve as the leader of their team .

He didn't know the means by which the team leaders were chosen . Maybe they had been judged based off of their individual performances during the initiation exam ? Or was it based on prior academic history ? He still wasn't certain .

Regardless as he entered the room , the air still felt heavy .

With his ebony tail swaying slowly at his back , he'd set down a cup before Yang , and Ruby . Both reading , but one of the two showing signs of struggle more than the other in understanding what they were being asked to study .

" Go at your own pace . The easiest way to bring down a mountain is to chip away at it with a steady hand . Focus on what you can understand , and break down what you can't into smaller pieces you can take on one at a time . If there's anything you don't understand , feel free to ask . We'll be here "

After seeing her perk up a bit with his advice , he'd move on to Weiss now . Holding out the tray with the last two cups to see if she'd like some as well .

" Care for some Tea ? "

@wintereign

[river-starling]

what's your favorite flavor of juice?

Hi, you've contacted someone who's gone insane over trying every cranberry juice I could and enjoys juices and trying them as a whole. Thank you, and I wish you luck. ♡♡♡

White Cranberry Strawberry is very sweet but not overly sweet! It's compared to a delicate dessert or a strawberry shortcake.

Apple and Cranberry mix is also similar, but with more flavor. Not as sweet but still definitely sweet. Reminds me of a pretty cherry color.

Cranberry and Raspberry mix isn't great with my normal breakfast, but a really good stand alone. When I imagine good, tasteful juice, I imagine this.

Watermelon and Cranberry is very summery, as expected. Now, normally I dislike watermelon, as a candy and a fruit but this? Not bad. Very refreshing. Have a nice drink and it makes you feel clean and healthy.

Then there's the classics. Orange juice is tasty, but the ones I end up with will never match the orange juice I had during a visit to Costa Rica. Freshly squeezed, freshly picked. I'll always mourn the loss. Otherwise, brushing my teeth afterward gets annoying, but at least it helps me not skip my morning routine.

Now I don't think I have to explain myself for this, but prune juice is, shockingly, bad. I had to down the glass with two really big swallows at first, but I eventually got more comfortable with the taste. Still bad, but I don't gag or squirm anymore. If you ever have issues in the bathroom, I would recommend it. It's better than drinking oil that burns your throat, or salt water that... also burns your throat. The worst part of that juice is I have yet to find small one cup containers of it. I don't want to buy a gallon just for one day.

I actually do enjoy grape juice, but the ones I get are always super sweet, and I haven't found a brand without that yet. It's good as a one-off, in my opinion, but getting a whole jug is a commitment.

My beloathed are peach and mango, as I have never found something good with those. I'm sorry to those who enjoy it, love you, and you can have my share.

[raymondvelez]

2 Owls

“Can I get 2 grape-flavored white owls?” I said sliding a twenty on the counter.

The gas station clerk grabbed two cigars from off the wall behind him and about $17 worth of change out the cash register. I stuffed the change in my jacket pocket and kept the blunts in my hand as I walked back to my BMW with expired plates. I hadn’t driven my car in a while so the gas tank was still practically full. This was one of those mandatory joy rides you had to make on a vintage foreign car because when you don’t drive a car enough and just leave it sitting, all type of stuff start happening to the transmission and what not.

I never drive too far. Just a few miles around Logan Square or Humboldt Park. I’ll usually just let my sister drive and I ride shotgun to stay out of trouble. But my sister was out of town and I needed to get out the house anyway.

I wasn’t good at rolling so I was rolling on the way to pick up Lisa cause I hadn’t seen her since our college days at Northwestern. I would write her English Papers and she would write my Biology papers. She became a nurse. And I became a greedy banker because being a teacher wasn’t going to cut it when I had lawyer fees. She had just moved back to the hood too. But her stint was looking more permanent cause her father got really sick and it honestly just wasn’t looking good for Mr. Reyes. Student loans and medical bills don’t stop. But neither can you. You know?

I pulled up in front of Lisa’s child home apartment on Drake. She popped right out. Lisa is a very attractive woman but it’s like life made her forget it. Kids, abusive baby daddies and life can do that to you. Lisa was hiding her eyes behind huge reading glasses, a northwestern hoodie and Jordan 9’s. It was like she got dressed using whatever I had in my closet. Her pony tail was messy too.

“Hey Los.” Lisa said after pecking my cheek.

“Sup, Lisa.” I said handing her the blunts and the eighth I had just bought. “There’s some cd’s in my glovebox you could use.”

“Damn. Right to the point, huh? No how are you?” Lisa said digging in my glovebox.

“You know I’m pressed for time and I can’t get pulled over.” I replied. “How’s your dad?”

“I don’t want to talk about my dad.” Lisa replied.

Lisa pulled out my copy of The College Dropout and started breaking everything up on the booklet.

“Why you playing V103?” Lisa asked.

“Cause it’s night time and I like to relax at night. Everything ain’t about turning up.”

“I’m not trying to turn up either. But damn. This song old asf.”

The radio was playing “Remind Me” by Patrice Rushen and I did not want to change the station cause I really loved this song. It was literally one of my favorite songs ever.

“What you tryna hear?” I asked.

“You can leave it.” Lisa replied already licking the blunt.

I kept on Armitage until I saw Margie’s Candies and then made a right on Western so we could smoke in Humboldt Park by the Paseo Boriqua signs on California.

Once we parked, we lit the blunt and took several puffs each in silence. We were still as tight as we were in College. Distance and years of no communication couldn’t change that. We were family.

“Why you so quiet, nigga?” Lisa asked.

“You quiet too!” I replied.

“How are you, though?” Lisa asked. “You always checking on me which I appreciate and all. But you gotta start making things more about you, Papa.”

“Here we go.” I replied. “Look, I’m good. Never better.”

“If you say so, Los Cruz.”

“The whole government?” I asked laughing.

“The whole government.” Lisa replied matter-of-factly.

Once the blunt was finished, I opened the sun roof to let in some fresh air. I was taken back by how bright the stars were. And despite being hidden behind clouds, the moon was still visible in a subtle, but still beautiful way.

[kitchen-coven]

Rating the chaos emeralds by flavor:

Green: The classic, gold standard emerald. Most popular, but shockingly not the tastiest at a solid 6. Sour apple forward but fades into a matcha grassiness, with a touch of peppermint for a fun and cooling menthol effect at the end.

Yellow: VERY sweet, almost too sweet like a cantaloupe/persimmon but with even more honey on drizzled top. It makes your mouth water so much. Sprinkle some tajin on it though and it'll go from a 3 to a 7. If it could be grilled? 10/10, easy.

Red: Candy!! Apple!!! There's the hope of biting into a thin, crunchy outer shell and having an apple gel ooze out, but it's just solid like the rest of the emeralds :( lightly spiced with some sweet cinnamon and clove, another popular choice behind the green (and tastier at a lovely 8).

Purple: NOT GRAPE but it does have some grape-y undertones I guess, like balsamic vinegar. Savory-sweet like the balsamic too, with warming spices like black pepper, anise, and cardamom. Much more complex than the previous emeralds at a 7/10, with a silky mouth feel. Pretty underated imo.

Dark Blue: This one leans more savory if you can call it that?? It's like when you go to the beach and accidentally get some ocean water in your mouth. There's the overwhelming salt first and foremost, a bit of seaweed, some smoked fish(???), and even a spritz of lemon to tie it all together at the end. You still spit the water out though. 7.8/10 for the nostalgic experience, but drops down to a 3 for how it give you some nasty cottonmouth :/

Cyan: VERY refreshing and is pure joy: it's got some sweet citrus and melon in the front, just enough mint to cool you down, vanilla creme for sweet silkiness, and even sparkles on the tongue! If you could imagine one of those really aesthetic creme soda drinks in a sundae glass with a cute twisty straw, umbrella pick, and star shaped jellies while you're lounging on the beach, this is that and it's the best emerald flavor hands down. ⭐/10

White: You know when you licked the static off a TV as a kid? It's that. 10/10 for the nostalgia, and the fun zippy feeling in the nose.

[tamariasykes-art]

Favourite sweets/ desserts Headcanons for the (demi)gods!

Does an idea ever hit you in the face like a brick? Because that’s what inspired me to write this headcanon list. Kept it a bit shorter than usual, because I would also love to hear other peoples ideas/ thoughts on this.

Marika: A part of me of thinks she would eat whole sugar cubes, just because. The other part of me is convinced that she does not actually eat food unless in the company of family.

Godfrey: With the harsh conditions in the badlands,  I don’t think sweets are of a particular concern for Godfrey and his warriors when all they aim to do is to survive. I don’t think outside of dried fruits he ever ate something that could be considered sweet. When he was still Elden Lord, he liked to eat applie pie because it wasn’t overly sweet and still a bit savory.

Godwyn: The wealth of his heritage allows him to enjoy all kinds of delicacies. Whatever he is served will usually have some extravagance to it. Picture a chocolate cake with flakes of leaf gold sprinkled on top of it. Godwyn himself doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth however.

Morgott: Claims that overly sweet food makes his teeth food and in general shies away from eating any of it. He mostly sticks to cake and other pastries, with his favorite being apple Pie and also Baumkuchen (Because that literally translates to treecake and it is very funny to me)

Mogh: Dark chocolate in combination with any type of fruits is his go too. He loves chocolate bars with nuts and grapes inside. I can also definitely see him as the type to enjoy very expensive pralines.

Godrick: I imagine that in addition to all the other health issues going on, Godrick probably has inherited all of his ancestors allergies and dental problems. So, he has bad teeth and has to watch what he eats. In addition to that is sugar very expensive and he hasn’t really been blessed with a fortune from his family. He eats dried fruits, which can be hard to chew tough and uses honey to sweeten food.

Miquella: Ice cream and marshmallows. Even better if both are combined. He would probably snack the latter as often as possible, but Loretta ended up moving the glass to the upper shelves where he can not reach it. He also likes various fruits, most of which are grown on the land of the Haligtree.

Malenia: Miquella always shares his ice cream with her, but she has a tendency to get brain freeze from it. She also has some bad memories of rotten fruit, so she tends to avoid baked goods or other desserts containing it. Nuts however are a different matter, with her favorite being hazelnut. And a slice of hazelnut cake will definitely cheer her up.

Radagon: Probably the one who makes all the desserts. Unlike Marika he actually eats sweets, but doesn’t have a particular favorite. However, he definitely makes cookies for the kids only to eat the majority of them himself.

Rennala: Croissants. She enjoys a hearty breakfast with her family before a long day and croissants are always a must. She eats them either with fruit or different types of jam. (And yes, she is aware how ironic the resemblance between her favorite dessert and her crown is.)

Ranni: Blueberry tart. I definitely can see her as the type of person to sit down and enjoy a slice of tart and some tea or perhaps have a picnic with Blaidd, Iji and her Tarnished.

Radahn: Pancakes or waffles, topped of with syrup and fruits. He is just like his mother in that he believes and extensive breakfast is the perfect start in the day. Leonard on the other hand gets to eat an apple as a treat.

Rykard: Candied fruits all the way! He is especially fond of candied raisin and plums. He also loves sour cherries and will eat them raw before anyone has a chance to use them as ingredients. He likes to try new, unique flavors and doesn’t shy away from adding some questionable ingredients to his meals.

[umbral-archives]

'Ego' Sucktember 2022 Day 11: Lollipop

Temptation of the depraved is not temptation at all.

PROBLEM. Nasty Man. Jerks off in your presence without your knowledge. That is all.

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

AFAB!Reader

Pairing: Murdock (ISWM) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Uhhh. Dubcon. Obsession/Possessive behavior. Voyeurism? Exhibitionism. Public masturbation. Fantasizing. Nasty man. Petnames/'girl'.

Word Count: 1600+

You sit on the couch, engrossed in whatever it is you do on that computer of yours. He’s not gone so far as to snoop into that yet, given that he wants you to have some semblance of privacy.

It’s not anything he doesn’t know already.

What has his attention away from his strategizing– work planning– is once again you.

Specifically the grape-flavored lollipop you popped into your mouth a few minutes ago.

He’d come into the living room when he noticed you out here this morning– spending idle time in the common areas instead of holed up in your room, a sign that you’re used to your new surroundings, used to him in your space– and decided to work at the kitchen table to watch you spend time with you.

Everything was fine, his body hadn’t even responded yet, until he heard the soft crinkle of a candy wrapper, looking up to spy you sliding the fucking thing into your mouth.

Well, there goes him getting anything worthwhile done for the next few hours.

You’re always so goddamn distracting, in his head on his hunts, while he tries to sleep. This is what he wanted when he offered you the apartment over his workshop those few months ago– your ‘relationship’ progressing as he needs it to, but good God-

He’s got his shades on so it’s not dangerous for him to stare, and stare he does, head tilted down so it looks like he’s still on his computer. You have his rapt attention, the man practically drinking in how your tongue laps at the sucker, sliding it back into your mouth, passing it between your cheeks every so often, then drawing it back out to lathe against the flat muscle.

Murdock never thought he could be jealous of a goddamn Tootsie Roll Pop-

Not surprisingly, his body responded almost immediately upon sighting you doing this, and his erection has only gotten worse, throbbing and uncomfortably cramped in his jeans. After about 10 minutes of this, he decides enough is enough, adjusting himself as inconspicuously as he can to grind his palm into his crotch for some sort of relief.

Very quickly he realizes that it’s not enough.

Would you notice?

You are deliciously unaware of his depravity, headphones in your ears, and drawn into whatever little show you’re watching. He’s at enough of an angle that you can’t see him in your periphery. The windows don’t have a reflection to let you see him. The tablecloth hides his lower half from you.

It’s a risk he’s willing to take. Besides, why shouldn’t he? You caused this, after all.

As quietly as he can, Murdock unfastens his pants- metal clasps instead of a button, easier access- and subtly adjusts himself enough to remove his cock from their confines. The cool air is a balm against his heated skin, making him hiss softly under his breath. Two fingers spread the already liberal bead of pre collecting on his tip over his cockhead, using it as a lubricant. Murdock’s not so much trying to get on with it as he is teasing himself, content to watch you and ease his fingers around his tip in a semblance of what your mouth is doing.

It’s silly for you to waste your time with things like those shitty little toys of yours, that sucker. He can tell you have an oral fixation with what all you preoccupy your mouth with. Gum, candy, ice, pens, your own fucking lower lip sometimes. He could very easily satisfy your cravings with something a bit more substantial, fill you like you crave, like you deserve.

That hand comes up, taking a drink of his water and collecting as much of the condensation on his glass as possible, even dipping a non-contaminated finger into the liquid. He can’t very well spit into his hand without risking you seeing and getting suspicious, so this will have to do for now.

And do it does, giving him enough to at least start, gliding his fingers over his shaft in at a lazy pace, leaning his head on his arm so the motion is less noticeable. You haven’t even glanced at him in the last 20 minutes, all your attention on that movie. He watches your expressions shift and wonders what you’ll think when you see him for the first time. That surprise, maybe– or perhaps that excitement, biting your lip like you are right now, lollipop forgotten in your hand.

God, what he’d do for that to be him.

Perhaps you’d sink to your knees before him, hands gently sliding up his thighs as you take in the sight. Your teeth would worry at your lip, eyes wordlessly asking permission. 

You don’t need permission, pretty thing, this is your cock, now.

You’d start with the tip, obviously, or perhaps drag your tongue up the base of his shaft beforehand to tease yourself, to taste him. He’d groan when you take his tip into your mouth, gently sucking, gently rolling his piercings against his shaft with your tongue. They’re sensitive, you know?

You’d struggle to take more than half his cock into your mouth, he knows that much. You gag on your toothbrush sometimes, poor thing. He’ll just have to train you.

Of course, not without a few sessions of choking on his cock, pretty little face flushed and tear-striken, spit oozing down your chin-

As you’d start to bob your head, you’d apply gentle suction to him, using your tongue to tease his slit and letting your spit coat his shaft. That’s a good job, Sweetheart, getting Sir’s cock nice and wet for you. He’ll have to eat you out again, make sure that little cunt is nice and ready for when he-

You shift suddenly on the couch, and the motion is enough to bring him out of his little fantasy. He’s forced to stop, the burn of arousal in his gut and throb of his cock a protest against it. You’re only up for a moment to refill your drink and swipe another sucker from your candy dish, given that you finished the other.

Good, let’s not deprive him of his little show, hm?

When he feels safe to continue, Murdock is more focused on chasing his high now than teasing himself. The risk, the thrill of getting caught quickens his hand, lightly biting the heel of his free hand as his thighs twitch.

He wonders if you’d touch yourself as you sucked him off, sank those deft little fingers into your cunt, and curled them in time with your bobbing. Would you edge yourself? Would you try to mimic his prowess, make yourself squirt while he cums down your throat? God, he’d love to see that, your pleasure coating your thighs as he chokes you on his cock-

He coughs quietly, trying to mask a moan when he realizes he’s close, thighs jumping, one leg bouncing rapidly from the pressure. You’re licking the damn sucker again, each slide going straight to his dick. He’s almost lightheaded from the sight, from the raw want edging him closer.

You’re under his goddamn skin. You plague every fiber of his being, while you sit over there, none the wiser to it all. At least to what he understands.

Perhaps its time for some quid pro quo.

All it takes is you sucking the fucking thing back into your mouth– sucking, the light clack of hard candy against teeth he wants to feel just lightly scrape his shaft– to send him over the edge. 

He groans weakly, quietly, curling over the table and cupping a napkin he’d thankfully grabbed to catch his release. The shocks of pleasure lancing up his spine make his leg muscles clench, his body twitching every so often, squirming in the seat while trying to stay still and resting his forehead on the table. Murdock has to resist the urge to edge himself, cock pulsing in his hand as he pants, mind swimming.

Such a waste when he could be spending himself deep inside you-

“Hey-” Your voice cuts through his post-orgasm haze like a knife, making the man jerk up and look at you.

Fuck, he probably looks flustered as all hell right now-

"Are… you okay, Murdock?” you ask, gazing at him with concern written across your face. Concern for him. Oh, you sweet creature.

“Yeah, I-” he clears his throat weakly, nodding his head at his computer, “- I just fucked up on some work. ‘m feelin’ a migraine start to come on, I think.”

You frown, sympathy etched across your face as you shift about to face him. His heart lurches in a weird, warm way at that. Sweet girl, you needn’t tempt him like this.

“Do you want me to cook tonight? I could always order takeout so we don’t have to worry about it.”

Your smile twitches to life across his lips as he lays his head across his arm, hand crumpling up the napkin to hide it. Always so good to him, so domestic sometimes. Is it any wonder he fell for you?

“Anything but Chinese, please. I had that for lunch yesterday and it didn’t sit well with me.”

You smile softly and stand up from the couch, phone in hand. You know exactly what he’d like tonight and you wander off into the back office to find the menus.

With you gone, he quickly cleans himself off and places himself back in his pants, making sure that nothing hit the floor or even worse, the underside of the table. As he rushes to the sink to wash his hands and hide the evidence of his depravity, a thought occurs to him.

He’s noticed that his loads seem to be bigger now, because of you. Perhaps it’s that he wants to provide for you.

Sweet little creature, you deserve it, after all.

Just like he deserves all of you.

And he'll have it.

[soupthatistohot]

Sk8 headcannons because brainrot

- Langa doesn't know how to swim except the doggy paddle

- Reki wanted a dog as s kid so badly that he made an entire presentation about it for his parents and got his sister involved, too. They had to tell him no, because they couldn't afford it and because dogs require a lot of attention. Reki wouldn't speak to his mother for two days.

- Reki has definitely tried to skateboard in high heels before and he definitely failed

- Miya's YouTube recommended page consists solely of playthroughs and theories for his favorite RPGs

- Kojiro was a pokemon kid

- Langa had braces in middle school but hardly anyone noticed because of how quiet he was. His mouth was almost always closed, and he smiled with his mouth closed for photos, so there is no photo documentation that he ever even had braces

- Langa doesn't take a lot of photos, not at all. If he does, it's of nature or whatever. He has, like, one photo of him and Reki in his phone.

- Reki takes more videos than photos. If vine was around when he was a teen, he definitely would've made a viral video

- Kaoru got the first piercing because Kojiro dared him to, thinking he wouldn't actually do it. After that he just kept getting them because he thought they looked cool. (Though he definitely did that first piercing himself and it got infected. He went to tattoo parlors after that)

- the only person in the past five years who has seen Kaoru in anything but a yukata (or similar traditional clothing) is Kojiro. Apparently Kaoru wears shorts in his own home occasionally.

- Reki has long eyelashes

- Reki always has to remind Langa to wear sunscreen, even on cloudy days. Langa did NOT inherit any genes from his mother that would allow him to tan, and thus was constantly either a) white as a sheet or b) red as a tomato

- as soon as Koyomi learned what "gay" was, she looked at Reki and Langa and decided that they were secretly dating (they were not, but she wasn't that far off, it was just mutal pining!)

- Reki knows that airpods are useful and convenient and he can definitely afford them but refuses to ever buy them

- Reki likes grape flavored popsicles and Langa and Miya agree that this is a crime against humanity

- Miya loves sour candy and once made Reki and Langa eat seven warheads at once with him. He was majorly unaffected, but the other two actually physically damaged their tastebuds

- Miya eats lemons in restaurants (including Sia La Luce, and it drives Kojiro crazy)

- Miya doesn't like lemonade, though. It's too sugary.

- Before "S", Hiromi's persona of Shadow lived online as an internet troll

- Langa gets weirdly invested in internet drama even though he doesn't know the first thing about the people they're about (he could tell you the whole timeline of the Tati and James Charles drama tho)

- Reki's English writing is just as bad as Langa's Kanji, and they try to help each other with it but get a little frustrated

- While Miya has great grades in school, it's not because it comes easily to him (like skating). He actually works really hard, and he struggles the most with reading and writing. His favorite class is art.

- Kojiro is a truth serum drunk

- Reki really likes sunflowers, and just flowers in general. He'd probably never say it out loud to anyone but Hiromi or maybe Langa, but he just thinks they're pretty and appreciates their beauty.

- Langa is not a picky eater, but he will, under NO circumstances, eat anything with mustard on it.

- Kojiro taught himself how to braid hair in middle school using Kaoru's hair (he very reluctantly let Kojiro do this)

- Langa used to have a lisp as a child, but he eventually grew out of it

- Reki has glasses with a fairly weak prescription that he just doesn't use (they're supposed to be "just for school" but he really cannot be bothered. plus, he heard that if you don't wear glasses when you need them that your vision won't worsen and might even improve)

- Kojiro not only speaks fluent Italian, but also is proficient in French and even speaks English well enough to get his point across

- Reki loved reading American comic books as a kid. It was just too bad that he had no clue what the dialogue was. He'd try to come up with the dialogue himself, though, and his mom would always find him muttering to himself in various voices when reading

- Reki's headband was a gift from Oka

- Almost anyone in Reki's school could call him their friend, but he never really hung out with anyone (but his other friend who used to skate) until Langa came along

- Langa is a good dancer, Reki... is not (but he has fun!)

- Kaoru can break dance, but no one but Kojiro knows this (for now)

- Miya never has a huge growth spurt like everyone expects him to, he remains below average in height

- Reki doesn't watch a lot of shows, but he LOVES Avatar: the Last Airbender (I assume that show has been translated into Japanese??)

- Langa straightened Reki's hair once with his mother's iron. He burned both his ears multiple times

- Miya actually has a convoluted haircare routine

- Kojiro got Kaoru into the habit of always carrying around lip balm with him (whenever Kaoru would ask to borrow his, he would make an indirect kissing joke. eventually Kaoru just got his own)

- Reki definitely had a crush on the friend that taught him to skate and just did not realize it at the time because he thought he only liked girls

- Reki sleeps under his sheets and blanket all year round

- Langa had terrible acne in his early teen years and he was an early bloomer

- Reki had a tooth gap before he got braces

- Miya wears Invisalign, Reki and Langa insist that he’ll never know the torture that was having braces and remark how ���kids these days” have it so easy

- Langa is good at history, mostly because he has a decent memory

- Kojiro got homesick very often when he was in culinary school in Italy, and he called his parents every Sunday

- Langa had a kindergarten girlfriend who was absolutely heartbroken when Langa told her that he just wasn’t that interested. She threw a temper tantrum and punched Langa in the face.

- Hiromi was in a long-term relationship with a girl in high school, but they broke up when she left for college. It took him a while to recover.

- Hiromi is better at mariokart than Miya and it pisses him off

- no one wants to be in the room when Kaoru and Kojiro play mariokart against each other

- Reki got sick a lot as a kid, usually just the common cold (which was kind of ironic given the climate he grew up in)

- Langa never really held anyone’s hand (not since he was a literal child, anyway) until he met Reki. He then discovered that he liked having his hand held

- Kaoru wears eyeliner to “S”

- it takes Langa a few months to really start to unpack his boxes and decorate his room when he moves to Okinawa

[rosavulpes]

Feline ears flicked , amber eyes occasionally glancing over to his scroll , propped up against the back end of the kitchen counter where he'd pinned up a video message to his main display .

He'd already created a notes section containing a detailed outline for the recipe attached to the side of the video itself but ... it was a nice feeling just listening and following along with her motions . A soft smile to his expression as he listened to the comforting sound of her voice .

It wasn't often that he'd get to visit his parents , and other family friends in Menagerie but they'd made a habit of sharing recipes like this with one another in their messages or calls . Even though they were so far away from one another , cooking alongside of his mother like this ? Even if it wasn't live with her in real time ? Still made him feel like she was standing right next to him all the same .

Whisking together his dry ingredients of licorice root , lemon balm , and rosemary into one bowl . Normally ? tea made with these ingredients alone would be enough for him . It didn't need to be sweet , but taking into account the preferences of some of his new team members he'd decided to make some adjustments to make it a bit sweeter for their tastes .

On a wooden cutting board situated next to him , he'd cut up some cotton candy green grapes he'd gotten beforehand that would be diluted into the tea once the hot water was added to them . Then from there , the next step would be to add just a light amount of honey as the finishing touch .

Once his dry ingredients were mixed together well enough , he'd add his chopped up grapes to the bowl . Giving them a stir .

Then everything would be placed into one tall glass , followed soon after by steaming hot water , mixed again , then all the ingredients strained out once the water had taken in the flavors of all the herbs , fruit , and honey . Perfectly incorporated . A nice amber coloring to it with a delightful herbal aroma .

Pouring the tea into a kettle , and into four cups , he set everything onto a nearby tray . Now ready to be served .

Cleaning up the bowls , and utensils he'd used before leaving the kitchen area , he'd start to make his way back towards the school's lounge area where the rest of the team was .

Their classes may have been over , but the school day was not . There was still homework to be done , and some required reading to do but ... that wasn't what was on his mind at the moment as he walked out of the kitchen back to student lounge with tray in hand .

He'd elected to brew some tea for the group as a means of trying to ease some of the tension they'd been having . It hadn't been all that long since they been assigned to one another as teammates ... well at least Nora , Weiss , and himself , with Ruby .

Due to his , and Nora's shared assigned responsibility of looking after the Schnee heiress , searching for her during the initiation exam had been his primary focus , and one he'd been successful at .

While he thought of the role of team leader as being largely superficial , as an effective team couldn't solely operate on the decisions of one person alone , the position had held more value in Weiss's eyes than his . Which he could understand now why she'd feel frustrated at not being chosen by the headmaster to serve as the leader of their team .

He didn't know the means by which the team leaders were chosen . Maybe they had been judged based off of their individual performances during the initiation exam ? Or was it based on prior academic history ? He still wasn't certain .

Regardless as he entered the room , the air still felt heavy .

With his ebony tail swaying slowly at his back , he'd set down a cup before Weiss , and Ruby . Both reading , away from one another , but one of the two showing signs of struggle more than the other in understanding what they were being asked to study .

" Go at your own pace . The easiest way to bring down a mountain is to chip away at it with a steady hand . Focus on what you can understand , and break down what you can't into smaller pieces you can take on one at a time . If there's anything you don't understand , feel free to ask . We'll be here if you need us "

After seeing her perk up a bit with his advice , he'd move on to Nora now . Holding out the tray with the last two cups to see if she'd like some as well .

" Care for some Tea ? "

@doloniadiegesis

[feelingofcontent]

DNP Rewatch: British guy reviews USA Halloween Candy!

Date video was published: 10/29/2021 (X)

DNP Main Channel Rewatch: 448

There was less of a gap between the last video and this one! Phil always does some sort of Halloween video.

0:02 - I like that monster shirt. purple is a good color on him

0:04 - trying to think of an okay word to use...not sure “juicy” was it 😳

0:26 - Squid Game really was such an immediate phenomenon in Fall 2021

0:41 - I mean...there are only 8 reviews on it so it’s not that universal

0:57 - oh he’s got a new phone here! that must be the one he decided was too heavy so then Dan is using it instead

0:59 - he’s reading all of these so dramatically 😂

1:17 - I think he’s definitely more excited/amused that it’s so bad

1:27 - oh that’s real bad

1:43 - what a bonus 😂

1:57 - well his balance is making me nervous there

2:08 - it does look tight; I think him being so tall isn’t helping either

2:19 - how even

2:45 - there is no other reaction to have except to just laugh like he is

3:15 - this could not have helped his dizziness

3:24 - “blowing timelapse” ...um

3:51 - yeah that is way too much for that haha

4:06 - that is too generous. he’s having fun with it though

4:36 - yet another use for the TATINOF cubes 😂

4:58 - I feel like the marshmallow version might be better...at least it wouldn’t have the texture of wax. I do not like candy corn

5:07 - that is quite the extreme reaction

5:32 - that does not happen

5:49 - he is just plain wrong here. how does he like that texture?!

5:58 - none of this is actually good candy

6:08 - “demonatizable noises” alrighty then

6:20 - “the trick is to just shove the whole thing in your mouth” Phil is sure saying a lot of words here...I need some Dan facial expression reactions to go along with them

6:29 - well that is a correct opinion

6:53 - second video in a row with a clip from DITL...and what a clip 😂

7:04 - I think he liked it better this time...I am concerned about how sweet he thinks breakfast should be

7:22 - I can’t believe he’s never seen a Tootsie Roll before

7:42 - also I don’t think I’ve ever heard one described as “bitter” tasting

7:50 - um. no.

8:13 - finally something I would actually want to eat

8:20 - “I would marry you” alrighty then

8:44 - yeah those are not good and grape flavor makes it worse

9:05 - jesus christ his mind has certainly gone somewhere here

9:10 - his quiff is so floppy. also yes, he is making the same face as the package

9:55 - bad American candy. Phil always does have interesting reactions to new things though

10:24 - “for science” okay then

This video is fun, but not one of my favorites. Views were low initially on this video, so Phil changed title and thumbnail about 2 weeks after uploading. The original title was I ordered a 1 STAR Rated Squid Game Halloween Costume. And then he explained why in a members post; I like when he shares some behind-the-scenes stuff like that.

At the end of October, Phil (at least; maybe Dan) had also been to visit the Lesters on the Isle of Man for the first time in a long time. Also, Phil got those new glasses which I really like for him. This is also when he started hosting the “Peak Check-in” videos for Google, which were slightly bizarre, but did give us weekly Phil content. He shared a photo from one of those shoots for Halloween.

[fleckcmscott]

Coffee & Donuts

Summary: Arthur’s thrilled to be part of a crowd. Though the evening doesn’t go perfectly, Y/N’s flirtations make it sweet.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 4,602

A/N: Alright. After the heart wrenching angst of my last piece (which I love, by the way; don't get me wrong! 😂), I had to write another story in which Arthur and Y/N are happy and together. It's inspired by one of Arthur's visions during their kiss. I hope you all like it! Special thanks to @jokerownsmysoul for beta-ing!

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

Parties and celebrations weren't foreign to Arthur. He'd worked plenty, enough to make him realize what he'd been missing out on. He was well-versed in pin the tail on the donkey, musical chairs, and balloon animals. But as an adult, those activities didn't satisfy. He wanted to be included rather than paid. Connect with people, introduce himself. Discuss his experiences and pursuits. Feel sufficiently at ease to loosen up a little and have a good time.

Now he was a guest - a certified guest - at Patricia Gorman's fifty-sixth birthday party. The first party he'd been invited to since being the weird kid in class who'd rotated between three worn out sweaters and could never afford a gift.

He'd been a tad apprehensive about going to Burnside. Gotham's nicest borough had a reputation for high rents and low tolerance. When Y/N and he had entered 2E, however, Patricia's greeting ("You made it!") and the apartment were thoroughly welcoming. Crocodile brown walls and forest green shag carpet made the spacious living room a cozy hideaway. Marigolds leapt across the polyester of the T-cushion sofa and its easy-chair companion. The floor lamp's amber, crimped glass shades cast the spacious living room in a glow borrowed from warm autumn days.

Patricia's husband, Robert, was out on an emergency call. An HVAC had gone haywire in a residential building in Hinckley. Her daughter, son-in-law, and grandson had been by for lunch. That meant the only other guests were Matt - Y/N's old boss - and a bottle-blonde in a black halter dress and spike heels, who Y/N introduced as Laura. ("She's Matt's ex-wife," Y/N later disclosed. "He's been trying to win her back since I moved to Gotham.") Both shook Arthur's hand when he offered it, and he felt a little thrill whirl his stomach when Y/N laid claim to him by telling the woman, "This is my husband."

A collection of appetizers served as dinner, a fun and novel menu. The slow cooker meatballs Y/N and he had lugged over on the subway were a bit tangy; he still couldn't believe the recipe called for grape jelly. The deviled eggs with paprika, a pleasant mix of savory and sweet, was a dish he'd heard about on television. Cream cheese and cucumber sandwiches were light and airy, a good match for his iced tea. Only the artichoke and spinach dip gave him pause. Its beans and hot sauce made his taste buds wince.

That unpleasant flavor was quickly forgotten when Y/N pulled him to sit next to her on the sofa, so Patricia could open her presents. She proudly showed off the orange, clay ashtray her grandson had made for her. Arthur, having successfully kept the secret of her light smoking from Y/N, chuckled at Patricia fibbing she'd put candy in it. She thanked Matt and Laura for the champagne, wrapped in a silver bow with a simple "Happy Birthday" tag. The bottle wasn't popped. Upon peeking into the large giftbag Y/N placed on her lap, she made a soft sound. The Dazey whirlpool bath, which attached to the side of the tub and had three strength settings, was a hit. She announced her plans to try it in the morning. The dark blue Rexbuilt briefbag was intended to replace her cracked, leather briefcase, Y/N explained. Patricia ran her fingertips along the expanding inner compartments, the personalized planner that included the credential "CLA" after her name, and flipped through the included steno pads, eyes brimming.

She sipped at her cocktail and put an arm around Y/N. Melancholy tinged Patricia's voice. "At my age, the people in your life tend to stay the people in your life. Whether you like them or not." She reached further and patted Arthur's knee. "I'm glad an old dame like me gets to call you all friends." His throat clenched in gratification, though he wasn't daring enough to squeeze her hand and thank her for deciding he was a friend.

Still on top of the world an hour later, Arthur sauntered to the red and white enamel dining table to serve himself a second slice of upside-down pineapple cake. The evening had gone well, better than a guy with a natural inability to mingle could've expected. He bobbed his head to the beat of "Come Fly with Me." It was a happy coincidence that Patricia's taste in music aligned with his. She'd regaled him with tales of seeing Sinatra and Count Basie on her and Robert's honeymoon in Vegas. Arthur took a bite absentmindedly, wondering how long it would take for him to save the money to surprise Y/N with plane and concert tickets.

The daydreaming didn't last long. Matt's plodding footsteps preceded him, followed by a long sigh as he propped himself on the beige stone of the dining area's accent wall, across from the u-shaped kitchen. He held out a Budweiser and smirked. "Marriage is a hell of a lot of work."

Pleased that he was being treated like one of the guys, like a regular husband with a regular relationship who got to speak about his regular wife, Arthur accepted the beer and considered the comment. Matt's sentiment was hard to grasp. Dr. Sally had said marriage could be difficult, and Y/N's first hadn't survived the ripples of her life. But it didn't feel like work with her. Their arguments were minor. Her nagging him to find a primary doctor for annual check-ups, even though he'd survived this long without one. Or back in Missouri, when he'd told her to stop shielding him and trust he could take anything she had to give.

Arthur adopted a similar nonchalant posture and jutted his hip against the table's edge. "I like it. It's easy to take good care of her." He wasn't able to completely erase the smugness of success from his tone.

"You're what? Two years in with the most headstrong woman in Gotham? She's great and all, but she spikes my blood pressure." Matt slapped Arthur's back and let out a hearty guffaw. "Give it five more and you'll be in my office trying to avoid alimony."

"Don't. Say that." Arthur crinkled the can in his grip and glared up at him.

"Hey," Matt started, withdrawing even as he tried diplomacy. "It was just a joke. I didn't mean anything by it."

Flinching, pulling at the cuffs of his red sweater, Arthur fought the surge of anger in his veins. It wouldn't do to lose control and cause a scene. Of course Matt's comment about them splitting up was supposed to be a joke. But Arthur didn't find it one bit funny. Even with his complete faith in her and his firm belief that they were meant to be together, the possibility that she'd stop wanting him hurt. It didn't occur to him that the implication of the punchline could be that he'd get sick of Y/N.

With a muttered apology, Matt walked to the others in the kitchen. Arthur glanced over to see her laugh tipsily, until she grabbed her stomach and swatted Patricia's shoulder, a stark demonstration of how much he and Y/N differed. She always knew how to respond to people, the right comebacks. Appropriate timing and levels of interaction. It seemed she was in her natural element, the loveliest swan on a lake. Whereas after years of therapy and practice with her, he was still a fish out of water, flopping around on the shoreline in hopes some stranger would take pity on him and throw him back into the sea.

Maybe that was the real punchline. Eventually their contrasts would no longer complement each other and instead become a chore.

Scowling, he ambled towards the record player stationed before two double-hung windows. Increased the volume to drown out the intrusive notions. It didn't really work. He settled on a grounding technique he'd practiced, all the while lamenting that he couldn't handle a party without needing it. His attention went to the spinning LP, the needle following its grooves. The bright blue album cover, where Ol' Blue Eyes beckoned him, the scuff marks on the cardboard's corner edges. He acknowledged the spider plants sat on the windowsill, worried a papery leaf until it broke off. He stared out the window, taking in the whole of the city. Pinpricks of light dazzling in the darkness.

"Gotham's beautiful at night," Y/N said from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder to watch her approach. Her cheeks glowed with alcohol and good cheer, the collar of her ivory blouse unbuttoned. "There's a life behind every light out there. Ten million of them. Here. Try this." She offered her hurricane glass, filled with an off-white slush.

He sipped the pina colada with cautious skepticism and grimaced as soon as it hit his tongue. The blend of pineapple and coconut tasted of cheap sunscreen and tropical imitations, the kind advertised in smudged brochures for bad cruises to islands with made up sounding names. "No, thanks."

Snorting, she shrugged and embraced his back at the waist. "How are we doing?" she asked, curling into his side. After a few seconds, she prodded him. "Had your fill of Matt?"

"He was just joking." Arthur rubbed the back of his neck and sighed.  She set the drink next to the record player and brought her hand to his, trailed it over the inside of his wrist, up his forearm. She pecked his chin and nudged him until he turned to her. As soon as their gazes met, the concern in hers told him she'd continue to pepper him with questions. But he wasn't about to let his misplaced doubts spoil her evening. And he knew the perfect way to distract them both.

A new song started. An oldie that sang of Jupiter and Mars, playfulness among the stars. He cupped her cheek, thumb sweeping the corner of her mouth. "Dance with me," he said. Before accepting his proffered palm, she laid a sloppy kiss on him. With a flutter of her eyelashes, she grinned, and his smile grew to match her own. As he held her side, led her in a slow, swaying circle, he marveled at her. At her ability to soothe every molecule, every lingering ache. Self-assurance welled in him, chased away his earlier dejection. He cradled her to his lanky frame, trembled and felt himself blush. She was the only woman for him. That was as certain as his cigarette habit.

Despite Patricia's reassurances she was fine, that Robert working late wasn't unusual, Y/N insisted on staying until he got home. Though Arthur would have preferred they take their leave an hour earlier, being allowed to smoke inside blunted his grumbling. The disarming flirtations she bestowed on him also didn't hurt. She'd pour herself a drink (four in total, if he counted correctly), help Patricia make a plate of leftovers for her husband, then throw him a wink. Whisper and cackle while cleaning, then kiss his temple.

Around midnight, Patricia put her foot down. Ushered them out with a promise to call and a hug fierce enough to crush his ribs. She raised a brow at Y/N's unsteady gait, grasped Arthur's arm, and said with a wry, tired smile, "Make sure you put that woman straight to bed." His dark brows shot up and held. Had she intended a pun? Or had Y/N's spare caresses caused the interpretation? Either way, he liked being trusted to take care of her. And the hint of arousal that flared in his belly.

By the time they stumbled into their apartment, that arousal had reduced to a dull exhaustion. She kicked off her heels on the way to the bathroom, calling a slurred "night!" as she closed the door. Yawning, he put dish soap and hot water in the crockpot, scrubbed burned bits of sauce from its rim, turned it upside down on a towel to dry. Once he'd brushed his teeth for one minute rather than the recommended two, he tossed his sweater, trousers, briefs, and socks in the hamper, and went to the bedroom. He found his blue pajamas in their usual spot, the chair in the corner, and slid them up his skinny but toned legs. Tucked in next to her, he was carried to sleep on waves of fatigue and her quiet, wet snoring.

~~~~~

A tickle threatened to rouse him. Whispers along the waistband of his bottoms. Heat snuggled his back. Delightfully drowsy, he cuddled deeper into cozy, cream-color sheets, already returning to a pleasant, dreamless slumber. But a rumble of exhaust, likely from a bus that needed a new muffler, dragged him to consciousness. Arthur grumbled and tucked his arm under his pillow, not ready to transition to a world of overcrowding and concrete, commotion and bad jokes.

Yet, Y/N's insistent grazes continued, luring him with promises of placid pleasure. Her toes wiggled at his heel until he made space for her to slip her foot between his ankles. The corner of his mouth quirked. He was reminded of last night's playfulness, her endless teasing. The way he'd held the crockpot as a shield to fend off her advances on the train home, her forwardness to the point that he would've preferred having a laminated card to present on her behalf. Forgive my wife: she has a condition. It causes frequent and uncontrollable displays of affection.

Nimble fingers edged lower, loosened the tie of his pajamas before dipping beneath the loose elastic to lace through his dark brown curls, darker than the chestnut hair on his head. Her knuckles ran over him, lazy caresses full of intent. Up and down, up and down. Delicate. Deliberate. The blood racing to his groin, the pleasant swelling, made his abdomen twitch. Soon full and heavy, the sensitive tip straining the cotton seams, he pressed his lips together. When she skimmed the tender skin resting on his inner thigh, he flexed the muscle at the base of his erection. It bobbed and hit her wrist and she let loose a girlish giggle, more intoxicating than wine.

With her left leg draped over him at the knee, she undulated against his rear. Plush lips brushed the boney knobs of his spine, damp breath fanned the nape of his neck, labored, needy. Pebbled nipples grazed his back through the thin nylon of her nightgown, taunting and compelling. He made up his mind to throw an arm around her, to yank her on top of him. To eagerly take part in her seduction.

But she withdrew from his bottoms to palm his stomach and plant a gentle kiss to the shell of his ear, whispering, "Sleep tight." The mattress shifted and she rolled away from him. He furrowed his brows. She rarely relented this easily - other times he'd awakened, hard and aching, enveloped by the captivating wetness of her mouth. What was she up to?

Covers rustled. Her calf bumped his. And the opposite of what he'd assumed occurred. Instead of light footfalls leading out of the room, there was silence, silence that seemed to stretch on and on...

Until a hitched gasp gave her away.

Touching herself. She was touching herself. She'd just been all over him, acted like he was some sort of model on the cover of Vue magazine, and now she was touching herself. Right beside him! Ecstatic to have inspired such brazenness, he grinned and fisted the pillow. Her fleeting, stifled moans tangled him in knots, implored him to give her what they both burned for.

He flipped in her direction, his hand shooting under the sheet to grab hers. "Gotcha."

Eyes wide, she gaped at him in surprise. But adoration softened her expression as she entwined their fingers. "How long have you been awake?" she asked.

"Long enough."

He stretched to rewind the shades, the diaphanous curtains staying in place. Sunlight diffused over them, wrapped around her face, lent her disheveled hair a warm luster. He twirled a feathered lock and pecked her eyelids. "Finishing what you started on the subway, hm?"

"Me?" Y/N brought his knuckles to her mouth.  "You're the one who came to bed without any underwear."

"Well, it was a late night." The pad of his thumb tugged at her bottom lip to reveal the pink tip of her tongue. He bent to claim it. "I was lucky to find my pajamas."

Chuckling, she broke their connection. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah. The cake was good. And the music. Everyone was nice."

"Patricia loved having you there. She thought you were very sweet." A pause as she mapped a dimple. "Matt said he'd upset you. Something stupid about breaking up?"

Vague shadows of discomfort flashed through Arthur, a frustration he'd mostly moved on from. He did his best to ignore it, waving her concern away. "Don't worry about it."

"He was just jealous, you know." Her nails ran along the small of his back. "He wants Laura to look at him the way I look at you."

Arthur had spent so much of his life yearning for change, to understand his purpose in the world and improve himself. The idea that a man with a good education, a successful career, and no disabilities could ever be jealous of him was, frankly, bizarre. But he didn't correct Y/N, instead locking her praise within his heart, preserving it for when he needed it most. He boosted himself on his forearm and fiddled with her V-neck, traced its button loops as he slipped the plastic knobs through them. "And how's that?'

A hint of scandal glimmered in her irises. She arched into him as he eased a strap down her upper arm to reveal her shapely breast, the lilac fabric momentarily catching on its taut peak. "Like I can't get enough of you."

He huffed at that, fondled her faintly before his lips met the velvety skin of her chest. A tonic comprised of the musk oil she'd dabbed on before the party and distinct sexual wanting wafted to his nostrils. He licked at her nipple, the bumps on her areola, and drew it between his teeth. She whined softly and lifted the bottom of her nightdress to her waist.

Hurriedly, he yanked on the waistband of her cotton panties, pushed them past her knees. She kicked them off while he knelt to lower his bottoms. Straddling her, he pumped himself back to hardness and opened the drawer of her nightstand. He searched haphazardly until he retrieved a small, glass bottle of lubricant. (She'd ordered it from a mail catalog, both of them a bit too bashful to walk into an adult shop, even together.)

She snagged it from him and poured half a teaspoon in her hand, then palmed herself. He moved between her legs and she grasped his length, coating him with the warm, slippery liquid. He pushed forward into her. Gradually, slowly, savoring every millimeter of her enticing heat. He noted the stretch of her mouth, the jut of her jaw, the lifting of her upper lip. "Mmm..." she breathed and begged him to keep going. When he did, her head tilted back into the pillow, eyelids falling shut. A smile cut across her cheeks as she purred her satisfaction. "Arthur, I love you."

His touch wandered down the curve of her thigh. At the sight of her subtle writhing beneath him, the sway of her slightly uneven breasts in time with his languid thrusts, he pushed her knee into the mattress, splayed her wider. He grunted lowly. "Look at me."

Their gazes met but didn't hold for long; hers dropped to where they were joined. She caressed right above his pubic bone. "I love seeing you like this." Her fingertips walked a line up his sternum to his chest. "And touching you like this." She wrapped her arms around his middle and drew him to her, locked their lips in a greedy kiss. "And making love like this."

He snorted. "I think this is the only reason you married me."

"Well, not the only reason. There's your good hair, too."

"I've been thinking about cutting it. Trying something new."

"Don't you dare." She tugged at his loose curls, wore her best pout. "What else would I hold onto when we're doing this?"

Laughing lightly, he bumped his nose to hers. Falling into her was like falling into his old fantasies, the ones that'd sustained him through years of isolation. Dates at diners, at comedy clubs, at donut shops, at home. Their shapes had changed as he'd matured, his role in them, his aspirations and infatuations. But they'd remained a warm comfort nonetheless, a place that felt like belonging. And now he belonged with her. Hunger filled him. Happiness. And love. So much love, more than he'd ever believed he'd carried in him. He bucked a little harder. "You feel so good," he murmured. "You make me feel so good."

A strained cry left her and her pelvis answered his steady rhythm with demands of its own. Her calves rose to squeeze him closer, encircle his narrow hips. They were pressed together so tightly; it felt like they were one flesh. He never wanted it to stop. But a dizzying euphoria had ignited, one that eclipsed the romantic yearnings of his heart, twisting his desire to last all morning into the desperate drive to possess her. Gasping, Arthur raised himself to his knees, delving deeper with each push. Their foreheads met and he grit his teeth at the scald of her, the texture of her walls. She fit as though she'd been made for him.

He supposed she was.

Pressure began in the base of him, building and building in terrific torment. The muscles of his inner thighs contracted inward. Tingling climbed his shaft, his tailbone, his spine. He wove his fingers into the sheet, his grip a vise that wrested its corner from the mattress. She kissed the spot where his jaw met his neck, all the while murmuring encouragements for him to let himself go.

Bliss shot through him, from the tips of his toes to the follicles on his scalp, and his back stiffened as he whimpered and poured into. Fever engulfed his frame, sublime in its frenzy, leaving him in a heady stupor. Aftershocks made him tremble. Once, twice. Until, sated and spent, he landed on top her. He closed his eyes, ribs rising and falling as he forced air into his lungs.

A minute later, he swallowed and looked down at her. "You didn't come."

She carded through his sweaty locks. "It's all righ-"

"Shh." He slid out of her and settled at her side, reached between her legs to swipe at her core. "I'm not done," he declared, tracing the edges of her entrance, slick and swollen. One of his favorite things about getting her off was demonstrating his prowess in bed, how well he'd learned with her. His thumb met her plump clitoral hood, and he felt her throb beneath his ministrations.

Nails biting his bicep, she rocked upwards. A bewitching blush crept up her breast, her neck, spread across her cheeks. Shallow pants hit his face, short puffs suffused with high-pitched whines, utterly irresistible. He circled her nub at a steady cadence, tapping when she'd shiver, and she clasped the back of his hand. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, sucked the pretty peak, and lowered the other strap of her nightgown to bare her completely. A hushed plea fell from her lips. "Please, please..."

Suddenly, her vulva grew white hot and she seized, her hips stuttering with each flutter of his touch to her folds. She thrusts her breasts towards him, a sharp moan caught in her throat. Liquid pooled against his fingers, proof of her rapture that made him wish, with mild amusement, that he could be an unmedicated young man again. He would've gladly taken her a second time.

Giggling and rubbing her temple, she released a long exhale and opened her eyes. He brushed her hair back and grinned, completely smitten, like the first time he'd heard a joke and understood the punchline. The light brown picture frame on his nightstand caught his attention, and he regarded the wallet size photo in it, one of the shots of Y/N from the booth at Amusement Mile. The last thing he looked at before turning in each night. He lay his head her shoulder and hummed, listened to the drum of her heart.

She smooched his hairline and wriggled out from beneath him to stand. Her nightie had been reduced to a crumpled stripe of lilac cinched about her waist. It felt tawdry and shameless and he wanted to see her in it for the rest of the weekend. But she peeled it down her legs, wrinkling her nose when it got stuck on her thighs, and stepped out of it one foot at a time. She dropped it on the floral bedspread and retrieved her bathrobe from the closet. "Meet you in the kitchen," she said, opening the door.

The sun had risen higher, its beams slanting across the covers. He basked in it, catlike, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. He pulled on his pajamas, got a new pair of socks from their dresser, and made his way to the kitchen. He washed off the remnants of Y/N's arousal from his fingers, popped open a prescription bottle and took a tablet. He poured water into the coffeemaker, grabbed the can of grounds from the second shelf, added three scoops to the paper filter. Their three-tone brown mugs sat in their spot next to the machine, waiting to be filled.

When the glass coffeepot was half full, Y/N emerged from the bathroom, chuckling to herself. She opened the breadbox on the opposite counter and took out a wax paper bag. "Do you have any idea how dull this morning would have been if we'd never met? I'd have read the Sunday paper, had a drink. Probably worked on a file." He handed her a couple dessert plates, watched her put a donut on each one. "I wonder where you'd be. What woman you'd have breakfast with, what jokes you'd be writing, what magic tricks you'd have learned."

"Um..." At first he wanted to ask where this speculation had come from, if Matt had let her in on exactly what he'd said. But the confident slant of her smirk told Arthur she was teasing. He tried to play along but winced. No matter how appealing, how extraordinary she found him, his gut told him there wouldn't have been another woman. There'd be no more stand-up routines, no more Carnival. He certainly wouldn't be taking care of Penny. He'd likely be locked up in the hospital, maybe even dead. Without an anchor, his life would have lost what little sense it had.

Y/N was one of his anchors now, hooked into the sand alongside his material, treatment, the ability to pay bills. He seized her hand and squeezed it tight, unaware he was squishing her fingers. "I don't wanna think about it," he said quietly.

She sidled up to him and pulled him to her side. Rubbed his flank soothingly and pecked the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry." She took his chin and guided him to look at her. The intimate comfort of her smile helped him believe her next words, even before she spoke them. "I'll always be here."

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[huskeddevotee]

Snack preference hcs because I'm bored and love the characters in this stupid game

Amara: Fresh, bright, healthy snacks. Fruit, jello cups, Popsicles - anything cold and refreshing, especially if it's fruity. Loves froyo on her cheat days. Gets strawberry yogurt with cake, more strawberries, and chocolate sauce as her regular.

Ava: Tortilla chips. Could live off of Tortilla chips and some dips. Favorite is Onion dip with hot sauce. Makes a dessert dip of chocolate and caramel that is...controversial to say the least.

Axton: If it's at night, likes a salmon dip with whole wheat crackers. Daytime? Jerky with gravy. Makes his own gravy, family recipe. It's absolutely addicting, everyone tells him he needs to cut the Vault Hunting and bottle that sh*t for market.

Brick: BEEF. BURGER. PATTY. COLD. (It's actually a protein wrap chock full of vitamins but that doesn't work for his reputation)

Maya: Makes killer soup. She makes a huge batch, puts it in the fridge, and pours a cup and puts that into the microwave for a quick bite. Really likes veggie based soups, or soups with seafood.

Moze: Something easy to throw together. It's usually great hang over food. Quesadillas, grilled cheese melts, microwave mac-n-cheese - something filling, savory, and comforting. And yeah, fond of cheese. Also likes peanut butter cookies with black coffee.

Moxxi: Candy. Grandma candy, specifically. Those strawberry things? Is the biggest buyer for them. Licorice is also a favorite. Anything spicy with cinnamon, as well.

Lilith: Gummy candies, cucumbers with tuna or chicken, or some unholy sandwich creation that makes you think she's high. Her tastebuds are f*cked from Phasewalk, now likes peanut butter and jelly with ham and provolone cheese. Her arguement is that peanut butter is savory like ham, and grape jelly is 'pretty much wine' and wine is good with cheese. It's horrible.

Mordecai: Dried meat. What the meat is, no idea. Could be skag, could be human. It's meat, it's impossible to chew, it has no flavor. The popular theory is that it's for Talon and he's softening it in his mouth. As for what he actually eats, likely part plant and feeds off of sunlight. God only knows.

Tina: Rock candy. Loves sour watermelon rock candy. Oh, and also spicy sweet potato chips. And cookies with tea, of course. Likes Chamomile tea and chai.

Zer0: Legends say you can find candy wrappers in their room. They just like cool wrappers. Collect limited edition foodstuffs just for the wrapper or can. Has a wall lined with soda cans with unique patterns.

Zane: Heathen man. Pours spices onto his hand and licks it. Likes stale gummy candy. Licks the salt off of crackers and gives the defiled things to Mr. Chew. Puts cheese and pineapple in shrimp ramen with oregano. Vile, vile, vile.

Krieg: His roasts are to die for, and he eats it cold from the fridge when he's peckish. Uses Pandoran ingredients like cactus honey, salty hail found in glaciers in the tundra, skag bone broth for marinating, and a blend of local herbs and spices. They put Axton's gravy on it one time and had a collective transcendent awakening. The combo is now banned, for anyone who tries it will never enjoy other food again.

Gaige: Girl stalks the clearance section of the bakery in supermarkets for cheap baked goods. Lives off of expired cupcakes.

Tannis: Doesn't snack, but enjoys a cup of tea in between meals. After breakfast, has a green tea. After lunch, chai, and after dinner, chamomile and lavender for bed. Sometimes has a shortbread cookie with it.

Troy: Depends on the week, position of the stars, his horoscope for his moon sign, and the tide. His taste in food cannot be tracked. Goes from eating something bizarrely plain to so complex you think you're having a stroke when you look at it. His inner circle have a game called "What The F*ck Is The God King Eating Now". His personal chefs say they black out when cooking for him. Whatever it is, he doesn't eat anything pre-prepared or from a wrapper. The one time he ate something identifiable, there was a conspiracy he had been replaced by a clone.

Tyreen: One time while she was eating, Troy asked her what she was eating, and she responded, "Your mom" without thinking about it. They didn't speak for a week after the incident and never mentioned it again. Still gets embarrassed about it.

Lorelai: Has not consumed anything but burgers and coffee for months. Please stop her. Her colon is about to pop out of her stomach and strangle her itself.

Hammerlock: Dark rye with tomatoes, basil, fresh mozzarella, and a tall glass of lemonade. It's a snack he's had since he was a boy and it hasn't lost its simple comfort.

Wainright: Fried tomatoes with a coleslaw and peach iced tea. Fried vegetables in general are underrated in his book, despite his father's attempts of trying to get him to accept meat superiority.

Clay: Moonpies and scotch. Time of day doesn't matter. This is bad because its a shot for every pie. And he can put away an absurd amount of them. However, there are only so many shots he can drink before he's pretty much dead to the world.

Fl4k: 101 recipes for birdseed, skag treats, and 'humanfeed' as they call it. Once tried making pancakes for Zane and Moze while they were both sick, gave them food poisoning with nutrient supplements meant for spiderants. The supplements was to boost immune system - hence why it was added - and, unfortunately, venom production. Ergo, making it toxic for humans who do not produce venom. Zane was paler than snow and Moze was beyond delirious. Fl4k felt horrible for months.

Salvador: Makes croquetas in bulk and has a handful when he needs a pick-me-up. Filling varies, but likes them with fish and potato. As for drinks, cannot survive without his grandmother's horchata recipe. Makes it for the whole team whenever it gets cold. Also likes lime soda with pickled vegetables.

Marcus: probably other passengers on the ship

[worldsover]

Dal Segno ft. Chuu

length ✦ 3570

genres ✧ music making; oral fixation; facefuck; subby!Chuu

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Composition is only fifty percent of the process, you've heard, but it's closer to ten for you. For the importance of a solid melody and chord progression with the right instruments and singer, a song becomes less than the sum of its parts with bad mixing because all that effort goes to waste when you can’t hear something, or when something is too loud, or when a certain je ne sais quoi is wrong. But you do know. You don't have to be a chef to be a food critic but it certainly helps. Avoid muddling the lows as it waters down the soup. Carve space in the highs to prevent too much salt from killing the taste buds. Have at most five sounds at a time or else the flavors clash. Focus on these basic techniques to guide you as repetition wears down your mind. Funny. Repetition legitimizes especially in music yet here you are fatigued by repetition as though you weren't down four cups of black coffee. Repetition legitimizes. “From the sign,” the translation reads. Notation, simply instructing a musician to return to a certain point in a piece. You recognize it as an intro song you wrote years ago.

Glass and foam separate the undersized room. Cheap ramen and dampness in the hot air contribute to the odor. You would keep the fan on, if it were worth the extra time filtering out faint noise from recordings. The only scent that keeps you sane is a slight strawberry flavor lingering in the room. Jiwoo. Your muse. A large clock holds both of its hands near one with the lack of natural light muddling whether it’s AM or PM. Studios were always underground man-caves whether they were discount rooms or the signature workspace of the biggest producers. Here you are in the former. Look down at the Macbook and all the wires, sliders, and knobs. Deep breath. “Take 63,” you say into the cheap control room microphone.

“Not good enough.”

“Again.”

“One more.”

Look up. Jiwoo sucks on a grape lollipop. You stare. Watching her fixated on getting all flavor out of the purple sweet derails your flow state. See, work had a rhythm. Listen, volume up, hotkey to copy this clip, volume down. The obvious innuendo sends you offbeat. That perky butt bending over to get a notebook filled with lyrics entrenches the folds of your brain. She didn’t have to wear that skirt. You’ve seen that skirt already and you wish she weren’t wearing it. Oh, you really wish she weren’t wearing that skirt. Guilt sets in. You’re a trusted coworker, she, a naive girl. It takes a while to find your groove again. Your stare has yet to cease until she finally returns the eye contact with candy still in mouth. Her pink tongue laps to secure all the sugar and red pillows engulf the ever-shrinking circle. Pop. Anyone else and it would be calculated action.

“Oppa." Her voice resounds in your monitor headphones. "I don’t know if these harmonies really make sense. Why did you write the second voice to cross down below the main line? Plus it goes so low."

“To be fair, you wrote both of those melodies and you said you wanted them in the same song. Tell me anywhere else they’d work.”

“Ugh, let’s figure this out later. Next song.“

Dozens of takes later and Jiwoo’s frustration causes her to make mistakes. Sometimes she even tries to start singing with the sucker in her mouth. For the character she plays, you know she’s a professional and that she can be better. Yet hours later, she still could not get the vocal runs right. Incomplete songs bloat your project folder: "Jiwoo - Mania", "Jiwoo - Look Closer", "Jiwoo - Untitled Idea 21". Just a small side project that the company approved during another ample period of break time between comebacks. That’s why the director didn’t even let you use the company’s facilities, instead opting to rent out this cheap closet of a studio. At least no one would be mad about the amount of time you spent recording together.

You shift seats from the leather office chair to the white lovechair, the only two pieces of furniture that fit comfortably in the room. Jiwoo follows suit and leaves the recording booth, really more of a phone booth in square footage, while she huffs and puffs on her candy.

“I’m tired, oppa,” she says.

“Me too, Jiwoo. May I remind you that I’m not getting paid extra for this. Are you gonna focus or what?” your voice just a few cents down, just a bit harsher.

“I, I’m sorry.” A lick anyway. Her meek tone disappears, “Ya! You know how good your royalties are gonna be. Sole producer and all that. Plus, here you are still doing all this work for me." Why were you working so hard on this? "You know, if you just taught me how to use Ableton-”

“Then I’d be out of a job.”

Jiwoo frowns, “Wow, selfish much? You could’ve joined me as a trainee.”

“Nah, no way. Fish dance better.”

“Shut up, oppa. You would’ve easily made it with your, um, musical talent.” She clamps down on the lollipop with her mouth.

“You good? What was that?”

“Let’s," she stands promptly, "get back to recording.”

Crack. Jiwoo bites down on the lollipop and throws the stick in the trash. In ten minutes, she nails the verse she spent hours trying to get right. It'd be really nice to know what catalyzed that rally. You'd ask but driving Jiwoo back to her dorm is quiet as usual.

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Make a good impression on someone, anyone, on your first day as a mixing engineer. That’s why you returned to the Blockberry Creative building with an extra bar of Melona in hand. A simple bribery. Light beamed down between two skyscrapers on a short girl with long hair and strands of bangs adorning her forehead. She stood outside the lobby, introducing herself to every passerby. You had to pinch her cheeks, the intrusive thought screamed.

She scurried up to you. “Hi! I’m Kim Jiwoo and I’m going to become an idol!”

Ah, a trainee. You already knew she was destined to become one. Well, not literally, you weren’t in charge of that. But her overflowing charm was impossible to ignore. You had to tease her though, “Are you sure?”

“Hey! What would you know about that, mister?” she said.

You bit down on your mango. “Mister? First of all, I’m only a high school senior,” her lips rounded in surprise, “And second, I’m your new audio guy, and I know for a fact they’re debuting you girls in order of talent.”

“Woooow. Well, I’ll have you know, I have a great voice!” She certainly spoke lyrically.  “Wait a minute, I didn’t know they hired people that young.” You pointed at her. “Okay, I’m in high school too. But that’s different, idols start this age.”

“I guess. I’ve been making music ever since I was a kid, and they liked what I had,” you said and Jiwoo nodded in understanding.

She fluttered her eyebrows. “Sooo, is that mango ice cream for me? Oppa?” A little surprised she already called you that, but it sounded right.

“No, I have this unopened strawberry-” Jiwoo snatched the half-eaten cold treat from your hand, and started licking it. Trouble she would be.

You spent many recording sessions together, alone after all the other members left. She cozied up to you because her little musical snippets had to become full-fledged tracks and you helped her out every time.

Something changed over the years however. Your interactions became colder. It felt like you were the only one who she would respond to in a deeper voice. Jiwoo wouldn't pepper you with silly acts or mess around. Maybe she took you more seriously which is how you managed to make more songs together regardless. Then, you stood idly by and watched her debut. Who didn't love her? But when she was with you, you missed the playfulness, the ice cream and her riffing over your playful guitar strums. It turned less of a hobby and more of a job though you never regretted any second with Jiwoo regardless.

Under the Earth's largest natural satellite, you shared a simple meal in black bean noodles. She was still in her hippie outfit from the comeback, and you handed her your jacket since it was cold. You realized, there was something else there that you were too inexperienced to notice. Your bodies' radiation replace the chill in the air, a bubble with just the two of you eating on the grass in a park near your dorm. A cliche slurping on one noodle and Jiwoo pulled away. In embarrassment, like a damn anime character, she hiccuped. Good thing you didn't close your eyes when you leaned in.

“Wanna make an album together?” Jiwoo says.

“Sure.”

You threw away the noodles’ package and escorted her home. That was all you expected anyway. Fine.

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“That’s enough!”

Three goddamn weeks. It's been three goddamn weeks and you've barely made any progress.

Barge into the booth, slam the door shut and raise your tone, just below a shout, “I've had it up to here! You know how many of my songs have been mashed together in some unholy quest for your perfection? Just one unknown something is missing and either you start complaining or we move on to the next."

She backs up from the mic to the insulated wall but you continue, paying no heed to her, as you spout your piece to the artificially cold air, "You know how much time I’ve spent outside working on these songs? These are songs I’ve saved up over years. And you trash them like they’re nothing. How do you even manage to record LOONA tracks?”

Regret sinks in. This was your passion project as much as hers. Was it frustration from the recordings? Weeks of the same routine and it took until now for you to give in to your temper.

"It wouldn't even be that bad! If you could just one time, you could be cute or cheerful again with me, or,” Fuck. So stupid. You don’t have to take your friendships for granted like this. You’re lucky enough she treats you as much. “Hold on. Wait, I'm-"

Examine her face. It’s not sour and she hasn’t stormed out or even slapped you.

“No, no. You don’t have to say it. I’m. I’m sorry oppa.” She looks down. “I'm the one messing up after all." Her heartbeat a harsh snare drum. "And you. You're. Different. Looking at you always made me feel some, something funny. Not funny but? Ugh. I wish I could explain it.”

You hold in your confusion.

She blabbers on, “Like, are. Are you mad? I promise you, I,” A nervous breath, ”I like you. Okay?"

Your confusion grows like the length of your silence.

"I’m just acting how I really am with you. Do you want to maybe, I don't know, like," her voice decrescendos, "Um. Punish me?”

Your heart, your brain are deprived of blood as it all rushes down. Did you hear that right? Not an apology, not retribution, but a call to punishment? Misinterpreting her, the consequences would be dire but that damned demure tone for such an erotic request. Was Jiwoo the exact type of slut constructed in your mind? The one that made you feel sinful for even imagining. No, no, there's no way.

Too late. Jiwoo must have noticed the absurd bulge now. It had to be these Adidas pants today. Fuck it. Life can’t be lived fully without risk. Hopefully, the same switch turned in her mind. You remove all ire from your face and say in earnest, “Do you like games?"

She lights up a little. You sigh relieved.

"Let’s try…”, you say, ”Strip recording.” She lights up a little more, so you go on, ”If I mess up anything, the mix, the composition, the arrangement, I’ll take off a piece of clothing. Your choice. And every time you mess up-”

Jiwoo unbuttons her denim shorts and brings them down her tight legs.

“D- did I say now?”

However, with her resolve steeled, she continues pulling them. "So what? I did mess up, right?" she says coquettish. Deliberate the turn she makes when she bows down to remove the shorts from her legs, Jiwoo reveals a hint of her innie pussy on that same little ass that ran through your mind earlier. A small trace of her thighs glistens, the only thing reflecting the single lightbulb’s glow in the microphone’s abode. She turns back to face you. "Please. Punish me."

Step closer until Jiwoo backs up to the soundproofing. She’s an eighth note away from your face, flashing her beady eyes and a coy smile, ”Where's your underwear?" A little drop spills out onto the floor, "And why are you so wet, Jiwoo-ah?”

Red on her cheeks, like she only now realized her dishevelment in front of you. “You just… Something about you snapping at me. I don’t get it either. I knew you'd do it, some day, I wanted you to," she mumbles in her best efforts to answer you.

“Have you ever worn underwear to the recordings?”

Those efforts continue to fail.

"Oh, Kim Jiwoo. What do I do with you?" One of your hands grabs her cheek. The other crawls down her back to grab her cheek.

“Oppa… Do I have to say it?”

“I want to hear every." Smack. "Word." Smack. She slips a moan.

“Can you," she says, "can you use my mouth?”

You disguise your long pause as thought, teasing the bare skin of her ass with your exploratory fingers to bide time, but it's an expression of your shock. The interruption helps you come up with a more suitable punishment however.

“How about this then. Every time you mess up, you have to give me a blowjob. Call?”

“Call!” Once more, unprompted, she kneels down in front of you and claws away your track pants. You roll with the punches.

"Oppaa," with an pronounced pop and in a sing-songy rhythm, "I've always wanted to know, if your dick-" It certainly didn't need Jiwoo's dainty hands pulling on your boxers, as it would've sprang out on its own with how like diamond your cock is getting.

"Fuuuck," the first profanity you ever hear her utter, she lilts. "Please. Oppa. Fuck my face?"

After all she said, she could still surprise you. Bring your hips forward and just as you would've her pussy, tease Jiwoo’s lips with the head of your dick. She parts them open, starved, anxious.

Hold her by the chin. "Wait."

She freezes at the command. Again, like foreplay, rub her lips with that head making them turn redder and more plump. You sweep aside her bangs to see her begging eyes. More importantly, slide your dick up to her nude forehead to slap as a first act of retribution. “A-ah!” Jiwoo stutters as you slap her face with your manhood again and again. Bring your cock back down and she's already a mess without you even having entered her mouth. A little drool from her shut lips gently massages your balls while a bit of precum drools from your slit to meet those lips.

Jiwoo mumbles as best as she can with you holding her jaw shut and your dick on her lips, "Please. Please. Shove your dick in me. I need you in my mouth."

You squint your rough eyes to command her.

Muffled still, "Oppa. Please. I. I need to taste you. You just, you're so thick and you're so long and cock is perfect and please I just-"  Loosen the grip on her chin to let her envelop the entire tip with her warm lips. "Mmmmm..." the moan resonates a saw wave and your stern resolve fades away on your first entrance into her face but it returns as her teeth rub against you. She quickly readjusts her jaw but it takes multiple attempts of you pulling out and her sucking you back until only silken lips hold your cock's head. Finally. A focused glint in her eyes. She endeavours to keep your tip in her mouth as long as possible.

You were mad at her earlier, weren't you?

Recall this anger and press yourself into her with all your hips' strength, working against the force of her lip's airtight suction. Saliva leaks to betray the seal. Jiwoo's prying tongue explores the underside of your cock but you reach an impasse while she's not even halfway down the shaft. You shove your dick deeper but to no avail and tears roll down her eyes joining the fluids coating her lips. Thus you exit back out. And back in you go to repeat and repeat and slowly increase your rate, becoming rough sex with her diligent mouth. All the positions you’ve imagined fucking her little pussy, you picture using her throat instead. Even in this compact studio, the couch, chair and desk would provide ample support for you to use her in many ways. The dirty thoughts inspire your speed right now. She slurps and gulps at every quick plunge but you realize her moans and rumbles aren't just incoherent reactions. You decelerate.

“Ah, ahhh, ahhhhhh… Ah’ve ahways- Hmph.” She slurs as she tries her hardest to communicate while her airway is blocked.

She slides up your cock to catch some air, “Thought about it- Mmm.”

“Your dick in my mouth and it’s just so pew, fect- Ahhh.” Jiwoo's lips let go gently then her tongue sticks out to lick up your cock and she shows off a trail of spit leading to your tip. A less patient man would’ve jerked himself off right there to grant her eyes and open mouth's unison request to feed on your cum.

Instead you retort, “You think you’ve earned it? Not even halfway down. Going nowhere, just like our recording sessions, huh?”

“Shut up!”

“Oof.” You’re already weak in the knees so Jiwoo's one handed shove sends your tailbone to the floor. Since you’re still dazed by her confounding strength, she takes initiative and kowtows her head into your lap to crawl down your cock with her tiny lips. Fondling your balls, Jiwoo starts from the furthest point she could muster on your shaft up to your cock head. Her tongue follows back and she starts playing under your tip to swirl that tongue around the most sensitive parts until it explores your slit. You buckle and groan. Jiwoo sucks and spits and sucks while she circles only the most minimal twisting motion of her lips on your head. This is the Jiwoo you know. Relentless. Only now your load is her magnus opus.

Her right hand strays downwards and her face on your dick blocks a full view but you can tell that hand is working as intensely as her mouth. As she strokes herself with more vigor, she starts humming a satisfied melody on your tip. In kind, your subtle grunts turn into full-bodied moans. You're a single measure away from your coda so you reach down and pull her off your cock by grabbing her neck.

You glare into her. “Desperate little girl, aren't you?”

Her breath is stilted and she's nearly shaking. “Please…” she sobs, ”You, you want it as bad as I do right?” Of course. “Won't you just cum for me?” Not now. Not when you have putty in your hands.

“You're making a mess. You can't take me all the way down. And I see that it’s not just your saliva coating the floor.” Point to the spot where she kneels, her drool joins a stain growing ever larger with a strand of juice from her pussy flowing as you continue to berate her. Then you point to her hand. Ha. “Were you playing with yourself using my pencil?”

“No… Wait!”

You back off. “Your top’s a mess too. Anyone can tell I just fucked your face.” You take off your black hoodie and give it to her. “I’ll see you tomorrow for our next session.”

“Wait, we didn’t book tomorrow, did we? Also, you can’t just leave me like this! Oppa!”

"I said, I'll see you tomorrow. I have to go,“ you remind her, ”Ha Rin’s picking you up. And give me back that pencil.”

She hands it to you, unable to meet your eyes despite hers lusting over your cock. You'll definitely use the alluring musk on it for later to save you from your self-induced blue balls. Exit the booth. Of course she barely waits to use your hoodie the same way since she doesn’t notice you lingering in the room. Instead of hiding the grey long sleeve that soaks her neck, your used sweatshirt covers Jiwoo’s face as her fingers make the mess on the floor larger.

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AFF, AO3

Swear to god I’m not just writing the cutest idols to write for. I mean maybe I am but also this answer from @nsfwtwicecatcher​ and all the subsequent pictures that I found of Chuu pouting inspired me. Also, this was a longer piece but I kept spinning my tires on it and decided to split it up, so look out for more.

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Fermata, the aforementioned sequel

[noro-noro-noro]

ok the dreams I had were really weird but I only remember some

1. i can’t take care of animals 2. schoolwork from the alternate dimension 3. candy at my not-mom’s house 4. twin gods from inside the snowglobe want out

I JUST REMEMBERED  5. mom embarrasses me in front of a person i no longer have  acrush on

- something about adopting/being given a snake to take care of. the snake can jump and also run very fast and I don't know how to take care of it. I'm at my mom's house & we have another snake terrarium in the piano room & my dad says to put the snake in there with the first one. the snake has like giant eyes and makes faces and a weirdly shaped neck, & it's red white and black. the snake terrarium is full of black and yellow spiders, & one surprisingly round and chunky orb weaver. my dad asks about the kitten & I'm like what kitten? & then remember I was also given some kind of weak pathetic and snivelling piece of meat animal & I hadn't fed it since 5pm yesterday.

- an entire novel's worth of weird things happening in an alternate universe/fantasy world. me & my sister are assigned to a project bc we're at weird fantasy school that was mostly made of wood. I don't remember the details of the project at all, but I do remember since we were like isekai'd over here, we didn't know like ANYTHING & were desperately trying to do a write up of our idea while not revealing we had no ideas at all.

- something else happened & we went on a mission to avoid doing the project. there was something about granting wishes & every ally we met wasn't actually an ally, they just wanted to lure us into their trap. my sister became an NPC along the way. I was at my mom's not-house & it was full of if someone had zapped my mom's side relatives with a "turn halfway into a moldy bird" gun. we were watching ??a movie?? & I went off to go sneak some candy from the backrooms since there was a weirdly packaged Skittles thing: it was like 20 one inch wide tubes one for each flavor, & there were new flavors obviously the tubes were all together in a bag facing up, & the whole thing would Ziploc shut, but you had to open each tube individually. there were also hi-cheewderivatives in there that were brightly saturated instead of being pastel. I got a serving bag (roughly the same shape as the tubes) & filled it mostly with strawberry Skittles & nerds, which were now slightly pink, & then decided to branch out and add in some like "salmon" colored ones that tastes like strawberry runts or maybe the inside of a gobstopper. I threw in some green grape flavored ones for good measure & tied of. the top of the thin tube bag.

- we were in the ??divining room??. the ceiling was made of glass and opened and could go up forever. it had the feeling of being in a snowglobe at night. there were two gods that lived at the top, one that was distinctly male & one that was smaller & female, & they had wildly contrasting very deep/very high pitched voices. they were like snow covered evergreen trees. gods of winter that spoke in sync & could grant wishes and again always seemed helpful but had their own agenda. one of my party members really needed to go to the bathroom & there was no bathroom in the mansion that was "not-my-mom's house". she prayed to them & they seemed to grant her wish, but then they impaled her with broken trees. there was no blood - she was flash frozen. another party member witnessed this & he hid under a rock. the gods who were not supposed to leave the room & were partially invisible came down & ????? & we could see they were connected & part of one animal. they didn't sense the other guy hiding & started talking how they needed to lure me in so they could escape & thought if i needed to be looking for my now dead companion (who looked like yanfei)  iwould go in

- and yeah. doing yardwork with my mom when my middle school crush appears & my mom says “isn’t he gay?” loud enough for him to hear (he’s not). my sister was also there & i started walking away bc i did not want to talk to him bc i’m embarassed at how cringe i was in middle school about it. but he follows me bc my mom is talking to him & going in the same directoin & i apologize for being cringe & he ends up being  achill dude. every draem with him in it ends the same way. it’s my brain coping that i wasted so long having a crush on a guy tthat i never talked to bc i thought he was cute & people said he was funny

[logan-is-noggin]

Sanders sides & friends Drinks

Summary: i came up with some drinks for each of Thomas's characters. you can make these non- alcoholic by removing the spirits. 

word count: 691

Notes: some of these drinks are blended and require a blender and a jigger to measure the alcohol

Thomas sanders- Could be gayer!

Ingredients: Sprite, Strawberry or your favorite flavor of vodka( or clear alcohol)

Make the colored ice cubes by freezing: sprite x grenadine, sprite x yellow Kool-Aid, sprite x Midori, sprite x blue Curacao, and sprite x grape Kool-Aid.

Assemble: Layer colored ice inverse in a highball glass and pour 2 oz of vodka and fill rest with sprite.

Logan- Crofters on the rocks

ingredients: blackberry vodka, blackberry seltzer, blackberries, pomegranate seeds, loganberry crofters( jam)

assemble: spread jam along the rim of a rocks glass,  add ice, muddle the fruit in a shaker. add three oz of the vodka- shake well and strain into glass. top with blackberry seltzer

Romans royal ripple-

ingredients: red velvet vodka, grenadine, maraschino cherry syrup, cream soda,  cream cheese frosting, red or rainbow sprinkles.

Assemble: use the frosting and create a diagonal line across a martini glass. ( it will rep Romans sash). also rim the glass with frosting then dip into red or rainbow sprinkles

in a shaker, pour ice, 2 0z of vodka, grenadine, cherry syrup and shake/strain into the glass. top with cream soda

Patton's padre puffball- blended drink

Ingredients: cotton candy vodka, blue curacao, cotton candy soda, blue cotton candy, whipped cream.

Assembly: in a blender mix ice, 2 oz of vodka, blue curacao, cotton candy soda/ soda water. pour into a margarita glass.

Garnish with a wad of cotton candy and whipped cream( optional)

Virgil's stormy night- blended

ingredients: blueberry vodka, blackberry syrup, grape Gatorade, blackberries

Assembly: In a blender, mix ice, blueberry vodka and blackberry syrup. Set aside in a glass. Then mix ice, blackberries and grape Gatorade. Layer the two mixes in a hurricane glass  drizzle the rim with more syrup.

Remus's trash goblin -

ingredients: pickle juice, gin, vermouth, Malort

assembly: in a shaker, add ice, pickle juice, gin, vermouth and a little bit of Malort. strain into a martini glass. Garnish with a small pickle or olive if desired.

Janus's lemon liar- spoon needed.

ingredients: sugar cube, absinthe, lemonade, gummy snakes/worms

Assembly: Place a cube of sugar on spoon and slowly pour absinthe over it into the glass until two ounces are poured. Fill glass rest of the way with lemonade. Garnish with gummy snakes

Remy's seasonal depression- blended drink

ingredients: Starbucks cold brew, pumpkin spice Baileys, Irish cream liquor, pumpkin spice cappuccino powder

Assembly: In a blender combine ice, Starbucks cold brew, pumpkin spice Baileys and Irish cream liquor

add pumpkin spice cappuccino powder and pour into glass (or Starbucks cup)

Emile's liquid therapy- blended

ingredients: strawberry milkshake Baileys, grey goose vodka,  heavy cream

Assembly: In blender add  ice , strawberry milkshake Baileys, grey goose vodka, and heavy cream

Pour into glass and top with whipped cream and white chocolate shavings