#Ball juice sunday

[magz]

[ Original Twitter Thread by @/beelektra ] - Not by Magz, am not Palestinian

Palestinian Foods. (long post)

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"🧵 Thread of Palestinian desserts I've grown up around and seen A thing I'd like to add is that I just like to share my culture! I do not want to spread the narrative that our culture is dying, I only want people to see our foods and traditions 🇵🇸

"As mentioned in the last post, we have knafeh (or kunafa), a buttery dessert made with shredded pastry layers such as cheese and other ingredients like pistacho or cream!"

"Burbara; which comes from Saint Barbara, fun fact! It's a soup dessert that mainly consists of barley, licorice spices, anise, cinnamon, and fennel powder This is a dessert usually many Christian families have to celebrate Saint Barbara, which is December 4th!"

"Malban, which resembles a fruit jelly! Made from starch and sugar Specifically, it's made with grape molasses, thickened with starch and flavored with rose water, and stuffed with almonds (or other nuts including walnuts, treenuts, and peanuts)"

"Khabeesa is simply just a pudding made with grapes, but you prepare it by mixing the grape juice with semolina and nuts + seeds."

"Mtabbak or mtabba, a crispy dough stuffed with crushed walnuts. It also contains cinnamon, sugar, and syrup. Photo credits go to Bartek Kieżun on Instagram"

"Tamriyeh, a fried pastry filled with semolina pudding, scenter with mastic and orange blossom water, and topped off with powdered sugar"

"Ka'ak bi Tamer, which are date paste filled cookies with cinnamon! A dessert made for Eid-Alfitr. It's topped with nigella seeds, and the cinnamon-spiced date paste is the most important part of it all– you can eat it on its own or have it with coffee"

"+ Ka'ak Asawer, another dessert that can be prepared for Eid-Alfitr. It's translated to bracelet cookies, and they use date paste, flour, anise seeds, sugar, ground cinnamon, and olive oil"

"Muhallebi or mahalabia, a milk pudding that's made with sugar, corn starch, and fragrant flavorings! It's topped off with nuts, pistachos, and almonds and sprinkled with ground cinnamon or shredded coconut"

"Rice pudding, which is a common dessert in Palestine, and it's your choice to top it off with nuts or not"

"Stuffed dates, using medjool dates and cracking them open to be stuffed with goat cheese and pistachios– but you're free to add anything else"

"Ma'amoul, a buttery crisp cookie primarily made of farina and can be stuffed with (spiced) dates, walnuts, or pistachios. This is another Christian dessert made by Palestinian mothers during the week of Easter Sunday."

"Halawit Smid, a farina based dessert with added sugar and unsalted cheese. It's preferably served fresh"

"Namoura cake, aka harissa dessert! It's made with semolina or farina flour, and then topped off with syrup once baked"

"Qatayef, which is eaten during the month of Ramadan. It's made of farina, flour, water, and yeast blended together– the process is pretty similiar to making pancakes, but only one side is cooked"

"Since I've mentioned using zaatar for a lot of things, I recently just discovered this but– there's also things such as zaatar cookies!! It's just as implied that the cookies are filled with zaatar, I'd be so willing to make this on my own"

"Baklava, made from phyllo pastry dough, butter, nuts, basil, and a sweet honey syrup"

"Aish el saraya, arabic version of a bread pudding. It's basically a layered bread, where it starts from the bottom, then covered with a sweet syrup, cream, and crumbled pistachios."

"Awwami, it's defined as "crisp donut ball" in English. It's a deep fried dough ball coated with sesame seeds, and dipped in cold syrup water."

"Halawet el Jibn, a sweet cheese dessert rolled with custard, heavy cream, drizzled rose water + syrup, and garnished with nuts."

"Lastly, I'd like to add watermelon and cheese– for me, it's like,,,, bittersweet!!! You should totally try it and we also have this during Ramadan"

"Well, that's all I can think of for Palestinian desserts! Here's the first part for general foods, I know I did make a promise for part two

I hope you guys liked this thread, and if you have any opinions please feel free to quote tweet anything on here if I made a mistake, feel free to correct me, it's always appreciated P.S if you're a zionist commenting here I really don't care, just scroll, I'm sharing my culture

One LAST thing. if you want any of the recipes from here, check out this website, the creator (Wafa) shares so many wonderful traditional Palestinian dishes."

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[chocolate-pies]

saw the "just the tip?" trope and am GOING FERAL OVER SIMON RILEY ASKING

MDNI

holy shit it'd just be a normal sunday morning too, the weekend after he came back from a mission and you figured you already made love to him, why would he get randomly hard again the next morning around LUNCH time??

well, he's standing at the doorway to the living room. you're sitting on the couch, attention focused on the television when you hear the shuffling of his feet.

"love?" his voice sounds a little strained.

"what is it?" you'd hum, and see movement in the corner of your eye.

simon would be standing near the end of the couch, bulge painfully obvious (and at eye level with you on the couch), his eyes focused on you sitting with your calves beneath you.

"you've no idea how beautiful you look sittin' like that." he sounds a bit gravelly now, breathy.

you let out an astonished breath of air--teetering on the edge of a laugh--as you sit up straight to look at him in the eyes. "are you really horny right now? we're about to have lunch. have you been holding it since morning, or?"

"been holdin' it since we woke up." he confesses, watching you move on the couch as your thighs reshape from the movement. simon practically salivates at the way your thighs and chest heave itself as you sit upright and with your legs off the couch.

"really, riley?" you ask, albeit a little annoyed and with an edge of arousal.

"just the tip? please? 'fore we gotta get lunch." there's a pleading edge to his voice, and it instantly makes you melt.

"fine." you give in, watching as he readily lays himself on the couch. you get up as a result, watching him shove his boxers and sweatpants down, his erection springing and slapping itself against his happy trail. precum is already leaking, glistening the couple pubic hairs it has touched.

the length and girth seemed.. bigger than last night. you quietly gulp as you move to straddle his hips, your left knee brushing against the couch a bit uncomfortably.

"le'me help you, sweetheart." his voice is husky, rough hands moving to grab your thighs and positioning himself with you so you didn't scrape your knee against the fabric of the couch.

the warmth from his dick catches your attention, your eyes downcast to see it rubbing against the cloth of your pajama shorts. a wet spot is already forming there.

"already so wet for me." simon rasps, digits harshly engraving dots into your thighs as he feels every slight movement from you against his cock.

"let- let me," you steady yourself as you hover over him, dick barely touching you. your one hand moves to lift your panties and shorts to the side, his dick twitching at the sight of your cunt sopping wet so fast.

"f-fuck." his hands rub circles on your thighs, feeling your pussy folds touch the tip of his hot dick. precum is immediately mixed with your juices, his eyes strained and focused where he disappears inside of you, "so fuckin' pretty for me."

you suppress a moan as you stay hovered, his fat head already feeling like a stretch as you feel the beginnings of his girthy shaft also enter. "y-you said just- just the tip." it comes out shaky, breathy, as you moan with your teeth on your lip.

"'m sorry, doll, you just look so fuckin' delicious. your cunt is so tight and addicting." his voice is strained again, groans erupting from his chest as he bites down on nothing. his jaw flexes from the motion as he stares at your juices staining your clothing and his dick.

you stare at him for a moment, his pupils blown wide as you begin to slowly take him fully. "so, so big." you mewl, thighs beginning to shake from having to keep yourself up as his length stretches your velvet walls.

"just f'you, my love. just f'you. all f'you." he begins rambling nonsense, his mind racing and at the same time, blank, as he feels himself bottom out. your cunt is just so perfect.

"'m not pullin' out, love." he rasps before his hips buck you into the air, the extra motion forcing his dick deeper into you as his balls press against your ass.

"gonna put a baby in you." he continues, hurriedly thrusting you into the air as you bounce on him to meet his hips with your own.

"would look so pretty f'me with a baby bump," he groans, practically growling, "and everyone will know you're mine." he seems to move faster with the last bit, his hips snapping into yours as the sounds of skin slapping get louder.

at the same time, the squelching from your wet pussy begins to pierce your ears as you shut your eyes, only mewling and moaning to the sensation of his dick brutally splitting you apart. your mind is numb, lackluster of any thoughts.

"cuh- cumming." was your only warning as he thrusts up one final time, your body slouching a bit as he fills you up. his hot cum already begins to dribble from out of you, and seeing this, simon continues to thrust more into you to keep it all in.

"look at you," he breathes, eyes focused on your blissed face, "all 'cause I creampied you?" his proud grin shows a bit of teeth as he focuses how your face contorts from the pleasure.

he stills, keeping his dick inside you to trap any and all the semen he could.

"love you, doll."

EDIT: found out about the read more divider!!!!!!

[lovifie]

Price and his lovely caddy girl. 🏌🏻‍♂️

Smut | 896 words | Back to masterlist

Every time that Price has free time, he plays golf. 

He picked up the sports a while back, when during rehabilitation after a special shitty injury his doctor recommended light walks. 

So he started to play. Sundays in the morning until noon, then a pint, then home. 

It was nothing more than doctor's orders at first. 

But then he met you. 

The little caddy girl with dangerously short skirts and a sharp tongue to get the juiciest tips. 

That's what he thought it was at first, that you were just doing his job. 

He felt perverted on the way he would look at your young body, how his eyes would lay on your pink lips when you bite your nail. How he wished to slide his-

“Mr. Price.” Your sweet voice draws him out of his trance.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He asks in a beat, seeing how your face lightens at the nicknames. 

“It's your turn.” You say, pointing with your head to the ball. “Which club?”

“Whichever you think is best.” He says, handing you the one he had on his hand from the last hit. 

“Hmm… letting me choose, Mr. Price? What a privilege!” You exclaim, walking the couple of steps back to the cart. Leaning over the seat to pick the club.

And Price's shameless eyes roam the back of your legs all the way up to your cheeks spiking from the skirt.

“How about this one?” You say, pulling it from the bag and handing it to him. “I'm sure you'll get it in… the ball, I mean.”

He shakes his head, taking the club and getting in position. Slightly swinging his hips as he gets the motion, hitting the ball swiftly but too soft to actually reach the hole. 

“Aw, Mr. Price… I expected better aim from the military…” You say, a teasing pout on your face as you look up at him, using your hand to cover your eyes from the sun. 

“My aim is perfect, mind you, little minx.” He says, walking to the cart to grab a water bottle. 

You skip after him, a mischievous chuckle leaving your mouth. “You call that ‘good aim’? I’m sorry for your lovers, Mr. Price.”

“Oh, shut up!” Price exclaims, making you laugh again. “All my ‘lovers’ are perfectly happy with my aim.”

You hummed, satisfied with the raise you got out of him. “I bet they are.”

Price scoffs, looking at you; checking your face for any joke hidden in your features. 

“Wouldn't you like to know.”

“Maybe I do”

And maybe Price thought he was perverted, but if you are just as filthy as him… what's the damage?

That's how you found the two of you hiding in the maintenance closet back at the resort, with you squatting down and with Price rolling his cock deep into your mouth.

“Fuck… just like that, sweetheart… suck on it like the good girl you are, fuck!” He lets his head drop back, his hands keeping your head in place as he slowly slides his cock deeper and deeper, hitting the back of your throat with ease. The lewd noise filling the small space. “I bet you are fucking soaked, aren't ya? Hm? Play with your little cunt, love, let me hear how fucking wet you are…”

You move your hand under your skirt, pulling it up and sliding your hand inside your underwear. And the moment you peel your lips apart, the sound of your juices gets to Price's ear, urging him to fuck your throat faster. 

“Just like that, darling… fuck your pretty little cunt while I fuck your mouth… such a good girl, letting me do what I please with you… Look at you… so fucking pretty…” You look at his eyes, seeing the hungry stare on his face, making you clench around your own fingers. You feel his thick digits dig into your skull, making you wish so badly that it was his fingers inside of you.

“C’mon, pretty girl… make yourself cum… let me feel you moan around my dick, yeah, just like that… such a good fucking girl.” His thrust emphasises every word, making your eyes tear as your spit rolls down your chin. 

And it's the way he is talking you through it, how he slows down his pace to keep himself from cumming, making sure you do first, making sure you follow his orders. But he still holds your head so dearly, his thumbs caressing your head as if his dick wasn't bruising the back of your throat. 

But it's the promise of what will come after this, after today, that has you spilling over the edge, soaking your hand and underwear, and your throat clenching around his lengths. 

He cums so deep into your throat that you only manage to get the taste on his way out, making sure to clean his shaft sucking him in just for a second making him hiss. You let it go with a sonorous pop, and sit back on your feet taking your hand out. 

He stands in front of you, an intimidating 6ft man, wide and strong, looking down at you as you kneel between his feet. Your chin wet from the spit of sucking him off and the little mischievous smile still on your face. 

“I think I just developed a new kind of appreciation for golf."

[ervotica]

woke up to pictures of josh o'connor as a priest in knives out 3 rn thinking thoughts on priest!patrick and none of them are in the bible

priest patrick priest patrick arghhdhkdksjd (should i make this an au👀)

you may be in the house of god, but nothing about your predicament is holy.

bent over the altar, a sacrifice to the lord himself. your pretty white sundress - your meticulously selected sunday outfit - hiked up over your ass, fabric of your panties pulled to the side, and the priest's wanton mouth buried in your cunt.

no part of you goes untouched by those thick fingers as they pull your sticky lips apart to make room for that spearing tongue that licks into you with a fervour that can be described as nothing but reverent. as if you're his path to salvation, a gift from god laid bare before him.

you can't help but arch your hips back into him, throat working around a thick swallow as your head falls heavy against the solid oak of the altar. the tip of a calloused finger breaches your entrance. then two. you gasp and grind downwards into his mouth, entirely consumed by the way his digits reach so far inside you feel it in your fucking throat, rubbing against a gummy spot that has you sobbing, creaming over his fingers, your sweet juices dripping across his wrist until he's covered in you, in your very essence.

you bow your head to watch him, heavy lidded, as he sucks every drop, turning his angular features against his own skin to suck the taste of you that's embedded in his pores.

and then, those thick arms wind around your waist like vines, palms flattening, fingers curling into a bruising grip. mean, cruel as he manhandles you onto your back, until the wood groans with your weight and the sharp edges dig into your spine and settle to a dull ache.

you have barely a moment to dwell on the discomfort, all protests gone the moment he works his cock from the tight confines of his pants. he hisses as it springs free, hot and heavy against his hand and leaking, twitching from your surveillance alone.

he crowds your space by means of his chest pressed flush to your own, tugging at the flushed head of his cock as he presses the slit to your swollen, achy clit.

"please."

his breath against your throat has heat creeping through your veins, your insides, your blood. as he turns it all soft and molten. your body follows suit, muscles going pliable like putty as he feeds your weeping cunt the thick length of him.

god, it's all so wrong.

his fingers curl over your gasping throat and your mind goes pleasantly blank. legs wrapping round his waist, cunt dragging him deeper, the soft, wet warmth of your walls dragging against every ridge, every vein of his aching cock, milking the cum straight from his heavy balls.

his pace is punishing, but you're moaning with every filthy rut of his hips, eyes fluttering closed as wave after wave of euphoria drags your mind into oblivion.

patrick zweig doesn't know what he must have done in a past life to deserve this; a soft, sweet little thing, wet and beggy beneath him, doe eyed and oozing adoration even as he treats you unkindly, acts out every one of his depraved, repressed fantasies.

fuck god. you're his religion now.

[doumadono]

For a sinful sunday

I can't help but have this wilde thought in my head... my head is filled with idea of Enji Todoroki just fucking me hard, bulling his big fat cock into my tight little pussy, just manhandling me while calling me his slut. 🔥🔥🔥

Goodness gracious, dear Nonnie, you've awoken some deep-seated desires within me that I feel somewhat bashful about confessing! With my massive size kink, just the mere thought of being fucked dumb by Enji sent me right into a state of horniness!

SINFUL SUNDAY

With his hands aggressively exploring your body, manhandling you, your tiny pussy starts seeping its juices into your panties as you let out a moan. Enji pauses for a sloppy make out. His tongue's in your ear followed by a sultry whisper revealing just how hard he is, just for you.

He pushes you down onto the table with a thud and begin lifting your skirt. Your round luscious ass is so inviting and no doubt needs a spanking. The hot sting of it under his hand drives you wild. Enji knows exactly what he's doing to you, your needy moans are begging him to fuck you, right here and right now.

He rubs and fingers your pussy briefly, getting knuckles deep in your dripping cunny. "Such a good slut for me." Endeavor pulls them out and reach up to your mouth making you suck them clean off your own juices. "You love being my perfect slut, don't you, doll? Keep your pretty eyes on me, just like that."

He lines his throbbing dick up with your wet entrance and attempts to thrust into you fully. Enji moves his massive hands to your waist, holding your hips steady. His sheer girth keeps him slipping away for his first few tries, until he finally bottoms out in you with a guttural grunt escaping his lips. "Oh, fuck, so fucking tight."

Endeavor fucks you so rough and dirty. His thick, meaty cock stretches you with every thrust back in. Enji grabs your hair and balls up a fist with one hand, his other has a firm grip on your hip. He fucks you faster, drilling inside you harder, now rocking the table slightly beneath your rhythm. "Does my little slut want to get filled? You want to be my special cumdump, huh?" A wet, sticky sounds can be heard as he continues to plow into you.

His thrusts gets rougher, less calculated, faster. Soon, he fills your tight little pussy with his hot, thick load.

Your brain's so foggy that you barely hear him after climaxing.

There's only one word escaping his lips, "Mine."

[galaxyedging]

Sinful Sunday thoughts.

Smut under the cut.

Marcus Acacius

Marcus never thought he would find love again at his age. He thought his heart was only good for hanging heavy in his chest as a reminder of how such joy in life could be fleeting.

Then he met you. The moment he laid eyes on you, his heart found new life. So did his appetite for more than war.

So many things in his life took on new meaning. The bed that provided a place to rest his head now served as an alter on which to worship you on. He would spend hours on his knees taking your sacrament.

The armour than he was thankful to for its manoeuvrability on the battlefield, he was now thankful to it for the ease at which it could be moved aside so he could fill you whenever and wherever he pleased until his thighs shook and glistened with your combined spend.

The house that gave him shelter was now truly a home. A home that he would return to worn from battle to fall into your comfort. His fingers would dip inside you, your sweet juices serving as a balm for his split knuckles. He would bury his stress as deep as he could bury his shaft in you. Afterwards, your breasts would provide a softer place to lay his head than any fine feather stuffed mattress.

Joel and Tommy

"Fuuuck." Tommy drawls lazily above you.

His cock twitches in your hand as you mouth his heavy balls.

"Joel, turn her over. I want to see her tits." Tommy sounds drunk.

It could be the whiskey or the blow job. He must be pretty far gone to boss his big brother around while he's balls deep in you. Joel had been lazily sliding his length in and out of you while slowly tracing circles on your clit with a thick, calloused thumb. All of you had already come more than once, and there was no need to rush anything at the end of the world.

Tommy shushes you as you whine at the loss of Joel. Handling you between them like they so often had with material on the site, they flip you with ease. Tommy's hands find your tits to drag them out of your shirt with little finesse. While Joel slips straight back in until his hips are flush with the back of your thighs. His pace quickens in line with his brother's frantic pawing of your tits now that his cock head can slip down the open angle of your throat.

"Thank fuck that you are better at sharing than you used to be when we were kids. Shit, Baby, you got a mouth on you. " Tommy always gets chatty when he's about to come.

It seems to be a family trait, Joel says all sorts of nasty things when you are alone. When he lets his brother join in, he prefers to keep his thoughts to himself.

"Remem-remember when..uh...you-you wouldn't let me....play with stuff...in case I kept it? I'm rea-real glad you got past that." Tommy's chuckle turns into a hiss when you softly drag your blunt nails across the skin of his balls. "Oh, shit. You ready for it? You ready? Ugh." With a long drawn out moan, Tommy releases every drop of his come down your throat.

He's barely softening, still twitching against your tongue when his length is unceremoniously pulled from your mouth as Joel drags you upright on the old table they had you laid across. Saliva and cum spill down your chin only for Joel's tongue to drag through it and shove it back in your mouth. You near choke on it as Joel begins pounding into you at a relentless pace. His thumb speeds up on your clit until you come for him harshly and crudely. Your whole body tenses and shakes in waves while you moan and curse. Joel simply holds you tight in place. Your nipples rub against the warn flannel on his chest. His lips are pressed against your neck to hold in his sounds of pleasure as his drives yours to a crescendo. No man has ever made you come the way Joel can. It's dirty, and it's transcendent. It's vulger, and it's pure. It's the most basic desire in life, also the thing that makes your life, such as it is, worth living.

The second time your pussy begs his cock to coat it, he gives in. With a single grunt, he fills you, standing on his tip toes to drive his cock deeper. When you feel the warmth flooding you stop, Joel pulls out. He tucks himself away, makes his way up the basement stairs with you and Tommy behind him, still struggling to breathe again. Before he steps through the door at the top of the staircase. He tosses one last thing to his brother.

"You can play with her all you want. We both know she won't let you keep her."

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Ch 1 Arachnophobia: Fear of Spiders

Series: Phobia series

Pairings: Wanda x R

Word count: 997 WORDS

Summary: Clint gets a pet spider plays a prank thats not very funny. Wanda comforts you and Nat is there as well.

TW: spiders, panic attacks, getting locked in a room.

A/n new series

He just had to buy one didn’t he. Stupid idiot. I knew something was coming since i first reacted. It had been the morning of a perfectly fine Sunday. I had my regular bowl of cereal and a glass of juice. I was going to go sit where i sit every Sunday morning but when I entered the room and saw Clint holding the mother of all spiders i turned straight back around and went to my room instead. But not before I saw Clint shoot tony a sinister grin. That couldn’t be good.

It was a week later and the tower was quiet. Most people were sleeping in because for once there wasn’t much to do. Nat was training and Steve was out for his morning run. Tony was probably still in his lab and banner was probably with him.

Yawning you stretched out and threw your legs over the edge of the bed. Standing up you walked to the kitchen still in your Pjs. Putting on a pot of coffee you decided to have breakfast in your room so the sound of the living room TV didn’t wake anyone else up. When the coffee was done you poured yourself some and made a bowl of cereal. Picking it all up you made your way back to your room. It was almost nine am now so people would be getting up soon. As you passed the living room your brow furrowed as you spotted Clint and tony watching Tv. Those two never did anything good together. Hightailing it back to your room you shut the door with your foot and set the tray down the desk. Peeling back the sheets to get back into bed you froze. Sat on between the white sheets was a big hairy tarantula. Clints stupid spider. The scream you heard took you a minute to register as your own. Laughing broke out behind your door and you quickly crossed the room and jiggled the handle.

“Jarvis.” You said your breathing startling to speed up. “Jarvis open the door.”

“Im afraid Mr. Stark has initiated a code green lockdown of your quarters Ms L/n”

“Open the door now.” You said again. “Jarvis open the door.”

“Im afraid i cannot do that.” The AI responded. You began banging your fists on the door.

“Stark let me out. Let me out right now over your lab is gone by tomorrow.” You yelled.

“Calm down L/n jerry is great company. Give him a chance.” Clint said through the door. “We’ll give you two some alone time.”

“So help me Barton if you leave me here with that ball of fluff its gonna die.” You yelled.

“I cant hear you over all your bonding.” He called back and the footsteps retreated. You smacked your head against the door and let out a lounge frustrated scream sliding down the door. A moment later you heard hurried footsteps and a feminine voice call out.

“Y/n?! Are you ok?” It was Wanda. You cried in relief.

“Wanda please let me out.” You begged.

“Y/n/n the doors stuck. Hold on stand back I’m going to use my magic to break it down.” She said and you stepped away from the door and the bed at the same time. A moment later the door flew open and you threw yourself into Wanda’s arms. She grunted in response before wrapping her arms around you not expecting to be met with such force.

When she felt the collar of her pyjamas start to get soaked and small sobs wrack your body she carefully pulled you away her hands on your shoulders while she looked into your eyes.

“Y/n/n honey whats wrong?” She said softly. You shook your head and placed your forehead against hers signalling for her to read your mind before your buried your face in her collar again. Wanda wrapped her arms around you again and the two of you sunk to the floor of the hallway. Wandas back against the wall opposite your room.

“Do you want me to look in here?” She asked tapping your head and you nodded not removing yourself from her neck.

“Ok baby hold on to me and take some deep breathes it’ll be ok my sweet.” She said and began shifting through your memories of that morning. When she was done she was furious and held you even tighter. She knew how much you hated spiders and what Clint and tony had done wasn’t funny at all.

It was at this moment that the elevator dinged and you stiffened thinking it was the boys again. Wanda held you tighter and whispered in you ear.

“Its ok honey its just natty.” She said and Nat came over cautiously.

“Everything ok here wands?” She asked tentatively with an edge of concern.

“No. Not really.” Wanda said and you curled into her more. “Clint and tony thought it would be funny to put Clint’s spider in Y/n/n’s bed because she’s afraid of them.”

“Damn it Barton.” She grumbled. “I’ll do you a favour if i see the spider I’ll throw it off the roof for you.” You giggled slightly still buried in Wanda’s arms.

“In the meantime would you settle for me giving them a solid lecture and maybe a smack or two?” Nat asked.

You smiled into Wanda’s neck and nodded and nat smiled.

“I’ll get on that right away agent L/n” she said with a mock salute and Wanda chuckled. After Nat left to go yell at the boys Wanda picked you up with your legs around her waist and face still buried in her chest. She held you and walked you back to her room where she set you down on the bed still in her lap and threw the sheets over the two of you. She picked up the remote and put one your favourite sit come and held you while your breathing evened out until you eventually fell asleep. Emotionally exhausted.

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[jeusussavearmyveteran1205]

I was raised in a little town and never once questioned my parent's income, it was never a discussion. We didn't eat a lot of fast food because it was considered a treat, not a food group. We drank Kool-Aid made from water that came from our kitchen sink with real sugar. And juice from a cardboard canister in the frozen section. We ate fried egg sandwiches, fried bologna sandwiches, some even ate tuna (which was in a can, not a pouch), PB&J & grilled cheese sandwiches, hot dogs(straight out of the fridge), but mostly homemade meals consisting of meat, potatoes, and vegetables, and pot roast or fried chicken on Sundays after church. We grew up during a time when we mowed lawns, pulled weeds, babysat, helped neighbors with chores to be able to earn our own money. We by no means were given everything we wanted. We went outside a lot to play, ride bikes, run with friends, play hide and seek, or went swimming, horseback riding, played wiffle ball and basketball!! We rarely just sat inside. We drank tap water from the water hose outside, bottled water was unheard of. You LEARNED from your parents instead of disrespecting them and treating them as if they knew absolutely nothing. What they said was LAW, and you did not question it, and you had better know it! We watched what we said around our elders because we knew if we DISRESPECTED any grown-up we would get our behinds whipped, it wasn't called abuse, it was called discipline! We held doors, carried groceries, and gave up our seat for an older person without being asked. You didn't hear curse words on the radio in songs or TV, and if you cursed and got caught you had a bar of soap stuck in your mouth. “Please, Thank you, yes please, no thank you, yes ma'am, no ma'am yes sir, and no sir were part of our daily vocabulary! Consider Re-posting if you're thankful for your childhood. I will never forget where I came from and only wish children nowadays had half the chance at the fun and respect for real life we grew up with! And we were never bored!

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Hello Magical Friends!! ~☆

As of today it's three days 'till the ball! I'm so excited, this has been a while in the making and seeing so many of you all coming along for the ride is an honor.

As stated in the announcement post, this is the post with the OFFICIAL PROMPT LIST!!!

I spent a decent bit of time making the prompts for this. I wanted to ensure that it was specific enough so you all knew the gist, but also vague enough for all entry types. I really hope you enjoy the final prompt list as much as I do.

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An important note: Please DON'T POST ANYTHING RELATED TO THE OFFICIAL PROMPTS until the prespecified date!! It's to keep everything neat. Outfit posts are still welcome though!!

And now, drumroll please... 🥁

DAY 01: Dusk (May 19)

You arrive to the ball at dusk and are whisked away into the party after greeting the host.~☆

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DAY 02: Gilded (May 20)

Everywhere you look, you're surrounded by opulence. Crystal chandeliers and golden decorations, blue banners adorned with golden embroidery. A glass of sparkling juice is placed in your hands and you walk onto the marble dance floor...

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DAY 03: Dancing (May 21)

You take to the dance floor and get swept up in the jovial atmosphere. Do you prefer fast square dances or a slow waltz? Perhaps a tap dance?

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DAY 04: Midnight (May 22)

The clock strikes midnight and the ball is officially halfway over. How time flies when you're having fun. What adventures have you experienced thus far?

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DAY 05: Feast (May 23)

Having moved to the snack tables, you see them laden with foods from far and wide. You spy foods familiar to you among the many, as no expense was spared to ensure your enjoyment, yum!

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DAY 06: Fireworks (May 24)

As the ball begins it's finale, a grand fireworks display lights up the sky, illuminating all in brilliant light...

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DAY 07: Dawn (May 25)

As Dawn rises and the ball ends, you leave with a sense of joy and with new friends by your side. What do you do now? Did you enjoy the ball?

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The ball will begin on Sunday May 19th!!

I hope to see you all there, as always it's an honor to be your host for the event!

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[mynameis-noe-body]

I have in idea for a hopper story where you wake up early in the morning while hopper is still peacefully sleeping so you decide prepare breakfast and when the breakfast is ready you go in the bedroom and to wake up hopper in the best way so you get under the cover and start giving him a special kisses =) and when hopper wakes up from the pleasure you continue until he can't help it anymore and after that you look into his eyes full of love and pleasure and say I just wanted to say to you that breakfast is ready.

A sweet and spicy story idea, if you like this idea i know you would make a very good story🫶🏻

Can I just say there aren't enough Jim's gifs? Gif artists, please provide.

Sunday morning: pancakes and...

Chief Jim Hopper × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

The table was set. His favorite breakfast displayed on a checkered table cloth, together with hot, bitter, black coffee, orange juice and milk. Everything he could ever desire. It was, indeed, Sunday morning, and after the hard week he had to endure at the Police Station, you wanted to make him feel loved — he always had a sweet thoot, and food was a part of his love language. You cooking for him? It was paradise on earth, you were aware. At almost nine thirty you thought it was time for him to wake up; when you entered, however, you couldn't help stopping a while to just look at him. You eyes gliding up and down on his body. Jim was sleeping, lightly snoring, his delicious dad bod all naked with an arm above his head, his eyes peacefully closed in a deep rest. Around the hips he was still covered with the white sheets, but underneath... you knew — you could see how naked he was. His morning hard wood was right there, you could see the outline of his lovely cock getting hard from a sweet dream he was enjoying in the first hours of the morning. Jim was too beautiful, and too delicious, there was no way you'd find the strength to fight that visceral desire to touch him, kiss him, taste him and — overall — worship him.

That's why you slipped on the bed, moving the sheets with just a couple of fingers to not wake him up, and took a moment to revel in the breathtaking vision of his naked body. Jim was all hard, and all man. His soft belly, his muscular arms, his massive legs, his thick mustache and — god — his big, hard cock.

You rest your cheek on his tight, wondering what to do and admiring his form. Jim exhaled a little breath, and kept snoring slowly, widening his legs a little. You chuckled — he was just asking for it, wasn't he? With one hand, you started caressing the soft skin of his left tight, just right between his legs... he didn't move, which was a good sign. Still asleep. He didn't move either when the palm of your hand came to palm his balls, weighting them gently, caressing his soft skin and his rough hair, just cuddling his intimacy. Poor baby, you thought, so tired. I'll take care of you.

The tip of your middle finger traveled north on his hard lenght, always astonished by his girth, and his tickness — such a delicious dick, it was always so lovely and arousing to pleasure him with your hand and mouth. When you reached his head, spreading the precum with the fingertip, Jim whimpered, just a second, before falling again in what appeared to be a nice rest. But it had been enough to spark your desire; you couldn't help but reach for his cock, taking him in your hand and raising above him in the middle of his legs to put him in your mouth. You licked him, initially, with exasperating slowness, tasting the sweet liquid that came from him. But then, completely taken by that desperate longing, you opened your lips wide, and took him all in your throat. Jim gasped and groaned softly, his thick eyebrows furrowing. The hand above his head gripped the pillow tightly. His legs opened a little more.

Good, you thought. More. You started bobbing your head, your soft tongue kept licking and wetting his lenght with saliva, and your mouth felt so warm, so wet, so tight. It was a challenge to take him all down to your troath, and soon you were gagging and milking his cock with both hands, your lips and tongue worshipping the purple head of his hard dick.

That's when he woke up.

"What the — o-oh, fuck" he moaned, barely opening his eyes to see you blowing him with such passion. "Jesus Christ, baby, don't stop."

His hand found your hair. It was lovely to have him sleeping, but this — this was fire. Still foggy from sleep, he gripped your hair tighter than usual, desperately pushing on your head down.

"Holy shit — that's so good, good girl, take it all. A-ah — just like that, oh god."

His incoherent babbling turned into deep, muffled moans, slowly moving his hips, fucking your lips and throat with a desperate heat. He was close, you could feel it in the tension that ran through his entire body.

"Baby, I'm gonna come — fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming in your mouth baby, keep going, keep—" with a last, guttural moan, he painted your throat with his white load, coming deep inside your mouth and on your tongue, as you swallowed him all. In the end, he was sweaty, and happy — with that silly smile on his lips. He urged you to his side, hugging you tight against his warm chest, as you listened to his deep breathing and the beating of his heart.

You kissed his neck as he smiled wider. "Breakfast's ready. I made pancakes."

He kissed your forehead, running a hand through your hair. "And I love you."

[magnetta-writes]

Rain

for @hinnymicrofic

They had just finished their Sunday roast. The children had escaped into the Burrow's garden as soon as they had finished their plates. The adults remained at the table, continuing their conversation. 

Suddenly, with heart-pounding clarity, they all heard it at once. It was Rose Weasley’s loud blood-curdling scream coming from the garden, followed by an accompaniment of tiny voices screaming. 

Harry and Ron had, admittedly, the quickest reaction time. They had both sprung up from the table and were in the garden before Ginny even lowered her glass of pumpkin juice from her lips. 

Ginny stood up and made to follow along with Hermione and her parents, but she was calmed significantly when she heard Ron’s booming laughter, followed by high pitched squeals. These were not the sounds of terror, but of joy.

Ginny shot a quizzical look at Hermione, who also visibly relaxed at the sound of Ron’s laughter. They all made their way slowly to the side door that led out into the garden and paused in the doorway. 

It was heavily downpouring even though moments before she hadn't noticed signs of rain. The children were running around the yard screaming and squealing in delight. Harry and Ron stood in the middle of the garden, rain soaking their clothing, laughing and chasing the wet children around in the rain.

Ginny took in the scene and laughed in relief, along with Mum, Dad, and Hermione. They were fine. They were all fine.

Ginny saw her daughter's red ponytail bouncing up and down as she chased her cousin Hugo. Then there were her two black-haired boys laughing and squealing as her brother Ron chased them. Rose grabbed a wet ball from the ground and threw it at Harry, who had not initially been paying attention, but caught the ball as it zoomed towards his face. 

They were all perfect, Ginny thought. She looked at her tall handsome husband who moments before had barreled into the yard in fear, was now smiling and laughing, thoroughly soaked in rain. She couldn't help it, she shrugged and stepped out to join them in the downpour. She felt the rain cool her skin as she walked slowly across the yard in step next to Harry. He grinned at her in greeting.

“It apparently started raining quite suddenly,” said Harry. “And we- all of us-” he gestured intently to their kids running around the garden “decided to start screaming about it.”

“Seems like the appropriate response,” said Ginny, chuckling as she watched her two sons team up to tackle their laughing Uncle Ron on to the wet grass. 

“They're going to give me more gray hair,” smiled Harry with reluctant amusement.  

Ginny snaked her arms around his waist and he pulled his around her shoulders. They stood there for a moment holding each other in the rain, watching the takedown of Ron by James and Al. 

“I love your gray hairs,” she said. Harry tutted and leaned down to roughly kiss her rain-soaked face. 

[changingplumbob]

Villareal: Chapter 6, Part 7

What to do after brunch?

For ease of reading if the toddlers are trying to say real words I'll put the English in brackets. Luna (mummy) and Devin (mama) use some German and Italian. Caro (Italian) Dear Grazie (Italian) Thank you Piccolo (Italian) Little one Schnucki (German) Sweetie but doesn’t have an exact translation

With brunch winding up Rilian has had enough pretending to eat and leaves his plate on the table.

Calista: What’s wrong caro?

Rilian: I not want pancake

Devin: I thought you liked pancakes

Rilian: *tearfully* Yuck

Alfred: I like?

Rilian: Mama I sad

Devin: Well we can’t have that, come hug it out piccolo

Rilian: Mama snuggle?

Devin: Just try and stop me

Luna: Thanks for coming everyone, we’ll see you all next Sunday

The guests say goodbye and stream out while Devin hugs Rilian tight. He doesn’t like to be held but it seems that when he’s sad he finds hugs comforting. Devin puts him back down and they both say goodbye to her parents.

Rilian: Mama?

Devin: Yes caro

Rilian: Can I has snack please

Devin: *sighs* Since you didn’t finish breakfast I’d say you need it. Lu, I’ll do the dishes once he’s sorted

Luna: Thanks, I’ve got to do the vacuuming and Joey’s disappeared

Devin: Probably working on his game. Rilian what snack would you like

Rilian: Crackers please

Devin: *already picturing the sugar rage* Are you sure

Rilian: Yes thanks Mama

Devin: Okay, but you’ll have to run off the energy afterwards

Devin: *loudly* I think I’ll invite my co-stars over

Luna: *finishes vacuuming* Sounds good! I have some work to do before classes tomorrow, and I haven’t finished the garden yet

Devin: You going to try follow up with the genealogy site

Luna: Best do it while I have time. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on the twins

Rilian: Mama I done! Can I go play please

Devin turns and lets Rilian out. He races outside to where Alfred is already playing.

Alfred: *grunts* Bounce, bounce, up…

He shoots for the toddler basketball hoop but the ball bounces off the rim, bouncing into his stomach and knocking him over.

Alfred: OWWW

Luna: Alfred? Schnucki? What happened

Alfred: Mummy ball hit me

Luna: Oh dear

Alfred: It put me on grass

Luna: Can you stand up all right?

Alfred: I try mummy, I try

Luna: Slow and steady

Alfred: I want hoop Mummy

Luna: Well have you tried putting it into the hoop without throwing it

Alfred: I can?

Luna: You’re practicing schnucki, you can play how you want

Alfred: *smiling* Look Mummy I get hoop

Luna: Good job!

Alfred: *giggling* I star like Mama

After a few more throws and placing through the net Alfred toddles over near Rilian and the twins play together while Luna finishes in the garden.

Meanwhile inside Devin is busy chatting with her co-stars.

Natalia: I was admiring your accolade

Devin: Yeah, it’s nice but my wedding photos are my favourite thing in this hall

Natalia: Oh you are a gem. Let’s go and find the others

In the kitchen Connor and Tadelech have been relaxing but with the arrival of the other women work can begin. They pair up and Devin and Tadelech go over some scenes to practice their accents for tomorrow’s shoot.

When the crew are prepared Devin sees them off and goes outside to find Luna.

Devin: Did you have time to check the website

Luna: They don’t have Max’s sample yet

Devin: Post can be slow, they’ll get it

Luna: They already have mine and Hugo but no matches, not now and probably not ever

Devin: Lu… people are joining those sites all the time

Luna: I’m glad you can be cheerful schatz but you might have to hold on to the hope for both of us for a while

Joey feels like he might he coming down with something, or at least a wicked headache. He does his best to ignore it and successfully finishes his first videogame entitled, Memorandum. To reward himself he downs some orange juice and takes a power nap. In the office Luna is writing her latest scholarly paper while the twins play with blocks and Devin gets her jog in.

Rilian: I make… queer (square)

Alfred: I make queer to!

Luna: Square darlings. Final reference and… done! We should get to the dining room, Mama should be back soon

Indeed Devin arrives home just in time to help move the twins.

Alfred: Mama I make… sca- square

Devin: That’s wonderful

Rilian: I did to!

Devin: You both are learning so much

Rilian: Mummy helped

Alfred: Mummy said square

When the family get to the kitchen Rilian is hit with a wave of sadness.

Rilian: I not like blocks

Devin: Piccolo we’re not paying with them anymore

Rilian: *sniffles* They make me sad

Luna: Hold on Rilian, do you want to see something…. STRANGE

Luna pulls the silliest face she can and waves her hands about madly causing Rilian to burst into laughter.

Devin: Watch out, Mummy is possessed

Alfred: *laughs* You funny Mummy

Rilian: Again! Again!

Luna: Food first

Alfred: Sandwich!

The family are eating away when Joey wakes up and drags himself to the kitchen. Not feeling like a proper meal he grabs a leftover bagel and sits down.

Joey: I need to sleep for like a week but it’s out!

Rilian: What out?

Joey: My video game

Devin: Congratulations! Oh you have to tell ma and pa, they’ll be over the moon

Joey: I’m pretty happy about it to

Rilian: Mama I not happy, food ick *pulls face*

Devin: *sighs* Well grazie for finishing even though you didn’t like it

Devin scoops Rilian up and cuddles him close while Luna takes Alfred to bed. Despite Rilian’s protests Devin carries him to the nursery to.

Luna: The land was dangerous

Rilian: *sadly* Mummy read without me?

Alfred: No Ri, Mummy read old bit

Luna: We’re rereading so you don’t miss anything. Once you’re in bed we’ll read some new story

Rilian happily changes into his night clothes and clambers into bed while Luna and Devin take turns reading pages until the boys fall asleep. When they are snoring soundly Devin tucks them both in and Luna kisses them goodnight.

Previous ... Next

[galaxyedging]

Sinful Sunday thoughts.

Smut under the cut.

Din Djarin and Cobb Vanth

Neither of you had meant to get so carried away. If you knew that the feared Mandalorian would be hunting you down on the back street of a mid rim planet, it would have never gone that far.

Din wasn't a jealous man. He shared you both freely. You were both his, but neither of you felt about each other the way you both felt about Din. Din even let you find pleasure in others while he was away on business. During these times, neither you nor Cobb looked for each other's company. This time had just been a chance encounter a bar. It started off as a game to see who had learned more about the other while watching Din take them apart. The next thing you knew, an angry Mandalorian stood at the door of a room that reeked of sex and quietly seethed as he ordered you to dress and follow him.

All the streets and alley ways looked the same as you ran down them. Part of you knew it was hopeless, that Din was far too good at his job. You hadn't even seen him once since you left his ship, and he ordered you to run.

In the back of your mind, you felt he was there in the shadows. It compelled you, chose each turn for you to drive you away from him. You told yourself it was just your anxiety, not the stealthy bounty hunter. Cobb Vanth bound, and on his knee in the next yard, you came to proved that theory wrong.

Din swaggers out of the shadows like a cat. His feet barely make a sound even when carrying his hard muscle and layers of Beskar.

"I'm surprised you both kept running as long as you did. You knew I'd catch you." His voice is as smooth as always, not a hint of tiredness from the hunt.

"I figured I'd try to tire you out so you'd go easy on the lady." Cobb throws a wink in your direction.

"How noble." Din sighs unamused. "You didn't do her any favours. All you did was take the shine off of my baskar making me run around here, which now you are going to clean."

Din uncuffs Cobb before sitting in the middle of the space. His long legs are out in front of him as he beckons you over. "Here."

As you get closer, he makes you step over his thighs, parting your legs. The dress you wear barely covers your panties, and then it barely covers your modesty as Din rips the damp underwear from you. "Kneel."

Din guides you as you drop to you knees for a moment you think he will let you straddle his obvious bulge, instead he guides you until he is flat on his back with you straddling his chest plate.

"Now, clean it. Drag your dripping pussy all over it and don't you dare come." Embarrassment floods you as you awkwardly ride Din's armour. Any pleasure you feel is bitten back as he fixes that dark T shape on you.

After what feels like forever out here, so close to civilisation and with Cobb watching Din stops you. "Dank farrik, you made it worse. Cobb, come and clean it...with your tongue."

The cowboy looks a shadow of his usual cocky self. He doesn't even stand to cross the space. He crawls on hands and knees before licking a strip on the cold metal behind you. His warm breath flows over the globes of your ass.

"Keep going. Make it shine." Din has one hand on your hip, making you spread your juices around and one hand on Cobb's head, ensuring that he doesn't miss a drop.

When you both look suitably humiliated, Din takes pity on you both. "Now, are you ever going to leave me out again?" You both shake your heads. "Good. Your King deserves a holo vid, at least. Come here." Din's hands simultaneously draw you upwards to sit on his face, your pubic bone lifting his helmet as you do and pushes Cobb down to suck on his cock. Once your king had drank his fill and emptied his load, he encourages you to share in pleasuring his other lover. Din's tongue glides over yours while you both pay attention to Cobb's wide shaft. When his balls tighten in Din's hands, he make sure that you take the majority of Cobb's load in your mouth only to steal it away with a deep kiss.

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

Costco Trip- Wedding Planner AU drabble

I got this idea...barely 12 hours ago when Sasha on this week's Pit Stop said that she shops at bulk stores now. So I got the idea of her being a Costco fan, and then came this drabble!

Sasha loved Sunday mornings, especially after her youngest daughter was born. As her wife and teenage daughter slept in, she happily spent time taking care of Delia.

Sometimes they would have a cozy morning together at home, staying in their pajamas until noon. When the weather was nice, Sasha put her in the stroller and walked to the neighborhood park. 

But Sasha’s favorite way to spend a Sunday morning was taking Delia out shopping. Delia loved going to Target, seeing the bright red cement balls outside made her smile. Sasha put apple juice in her bottle, then treated herself to an over-priced coffee at Starbucks and browsed through the aisles together.

As Sasha pulled up to the parking lot of Target, she noticed very few cars parked outside. On the front doors, she read a sign with bold lettering.

Due to a large water leak, we will be closed for the day

Sorry for the inconvenience 

Sasha sighed, “Well, Dee, it looks like we’re not going shopping today,” she said as she looked in the rearview mirror to the backseat. As she pulled away from the store, Delia’s bottom lip quivered as she reached her small arms toward the red balls, but the window stopped her. 

“I know, sweetie,” Sasha said sympathetically as she drove down the road. She played the pre-set kid’s radio station on the car speakers to help Delia get in a better mood. As she sang along to Hawaiian Roller Coaster Ride, a large sign up the road caught her eye. 

“How about we make a little trip to Costco?” Sasha asked as she turned into the parking lot Delia gave a curious look at the large, strange building. 

Turns out, Delia loved going through Costco. This store was busier than Target usually was at this hour. Delia stared at the other shoppers in wonder, as Sasha encouraged her to wave in greeting. 

As Sasha filled the cart with the essentials they needed at home, Delia reached out to try to touch and grab everything she could. Sasha had to apologize when her daughter grabbed an employee’s radio wire. 

“I’m so sorry, she’s in a grabby stage right now,” she explained as the employee kindly forgave them. 

Sasha shared some of the free samples with Delia as well, making sure the food was small enough for her to safely eat. She wiped the strawberry apple sauce from Delia’s face with a wipe from the diaper bag, before tickling Delia’s sides to make her laugh. 

After getting through the checkout line, Sasha pushed the cart to the food court area and found an empty table to claim. She unbuckled Delia from the baby seat of the cart and balanced her on her hip as she waited in line to order. 

Normally, as a good, responsible parent, she would order a healthy option for them to share. However the cashier informed her that they were out of the berry smoothies, so she had to pick something else.

“It’s never too early for ice cream, right?” she asked her daughter, before ordering a small cup of vanilla soft serve. 

“I’m glad you can’t talk yet,” Sasha said as they walked out of the store and toward the car. “If Mommy found out that I let you have ice cream before noon, we would never get to go shopping alone again!” she exclaimed as she unlocked the car, Delia giggling and clapping as she watched her mother load the car. 

Sasha buckled Delia into her car seat, reaching over to pass her a neglected toy to keep her busy. “Hope we can go to Target again next week, but this was fun for both of us,” Sasha said before she was about to shut the car door, but heard Delia start to make a noise. 

“Cah-cah,” she tried to say, and Sasha tilted her head in confusion. Delia just turned one year old a couple of weeks before, but still hadn’t said her first word yet. 

“What are you trying to say, pumpkin?” Sasha asked, waiting patiently. 

“Cah-cah,” Delia started again, trying to get the full word out. “Cah-Cahsto! Costo!” she said as she clapped.

“Are you trying to say Costco?” Sasha laughed with her daughter. “Your first word is Costco, I can’t believe it.”

Sasha got back into the driver's seat and drove to the exit to get back on the main road. She watched Delia in the backseat wave at the store as they left. 

“I guess we’re going to Costco on our Sunday morning outings, huh?” 

[disasterofastory]

[task force 141] As dads

Kyle is the ultimate girl dad. The kind of dad who takes his daughter out for brunch every Sunday, just the two of them, and every now and again, invites her to a fancy restaurant where she gets to dress up in her prettiest dresses and twirl around like a princess. He never misses a tea party, sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by stuffed animals while sipping pretend tea, and declaring apple juice to be the finest drink he's ever had. His nails are often painted in vibrant shades, matching hers, and more often than not, there's a subtle shimmer of glitter on his eyelids, a leftover from their last impromptu makeup session. He embraces every bit of it with a smile that says he wouldn't trade these moments for the world. He's the kind of dad who is all in, a girl's dad through and through.

Johnny is the proud father of two sons who are, in every way, his spitting image. They have the same mischievous twinkle in their eyes and the same wide smiles that break out just before they get into some trouble with their dad. Whether they're outside tossing a ball around, racing bikes, tackling each other on the grass, or roughhousing indoors, Johnny is right there with them, tossing them into the air or launching them onto the bed while they squeal with delight. Together, they're a trio of troublemakers, always in sync with an unshakable bond.

John’s daughter is his mini-me in every sense when it comes to personality. She's a serious little girl with a sharp wit and a big voice. She is never afraid to speak her mind. When adults try to fawn over how cute she is, she doesn’t hesitate to set them straight, demanding respect with a confidence far beyond her years. In John’s office, she has her own designated corner, a small space where she can "work" alongside her dad. While John has a glass of whiskey on his desk, his daughter insists on sipping apple juice from the same kind of heavy, old-fashioned glass. She won’t settle for anything else. She mirrors his no-nonsense approach to life, and it's clear she’s every bit her father’s daughter. And John couldn't be prouder.

Simon’s child, whether a boy or a girl, is the version of him that might have existed if he'd grown up in a normal, safe, and loving home. The child is quiet, thoughtful, and kind, with a natural instinct to protect, but without the scars and rough edges Simon carries. Their gentle spirit is a reflection of what Simon could have been if life had been kinder to him. Simon’s love for his child is like a rainy Sunday afternoon; outside, it might be cold and grey, but inside, it’s all warmth and comfort. The cozy embrace of a soft sofa, a warm blanket, and tea brewing in the background. Everything feels safe, peaceful, and right. His love wraps around his child like a blanket, offering comfort and security. And most importantly, his kid never, not even for a moment, questions their place in Simon's heart. They know, without a doubt, that they are the center of his world, the light that cuts through any darkness he’s ever known.

[adore-laur]

SUMMERBOY

— a summery southpaw flashback🍦

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JUNE, 1987

Cocoa Beach was where Harry first laid eyes on the prettiest girl he had ever seen. 

On a sunny day by the ocean, he admired her through the flimsy mesh of the volleyball net during a recreational game of girls versus boys. Her painted toenails stood before the serving line that had been drawn by gliding a piece of driftwood through the scorching sand. She wore a clementine-colored bikini while her golden hair fell over the straps in majestic waves. She was so ethereal, with the sun shining down on her and accentuating the natural beauty she lavishly possessed. 

She managed an effortless topspin serve, the smack of her palm against the leather ball in perfect time with the start of a song about emotions in motion coming from a nearby boombox. 

As for Harry, his emotions were thoroughly in motion. 

A dollface like hers was rare. With tan, satiny skin, dark brown eyes, and plump lips of absolute perfection, her features caused his stomach to erupt with summertime butterflies. Thankfully, the sunglasses he had on hid his blatant ogling. He didn't even know her name or where she was from, but he had a strangely intense feeling that told him he was meant to find out. 

Thwack! 

Without warning, the volleyball hit Harry square in the forehead. His sunglasses flew off as his ass fell backward onto the sand. His vision blackened around the edges while his brain experienced a high-magnitude earthquake. 

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" 

His ears rang, yet he could barely make out a soft voice laced with concern. Some of his friends crowded around him, yet one person nudged their way through, like how the sun gloriously peeked past the clouds that morning. 

Oh, it was the girl he'd been admiring. How terribly embarrassing. 

"Y-yeah," Harry stuttered. He rubbed his pounding temples and blinked fast to clear his blurry sight. "All good. You have a powerful serve." 

Doe-like eyes stared at him apprehensively. "Do you feel dizzy? Should I call an ambulance? Is the sun too bright for you?"

"No," he replied, laughing. "I'm sure I'll just have a bruise. No need to worry." 

She crouched and moved her dainty pointer finger back and forth in front of his face. He followed it, mesmerized. After repeating the motion a few times, she said, "Okay, your eyes seem to be focused." 

He bit back a smirk. "I'm glad they are." 

"What's your name?" she asked, ignoring his charm.

"Harry Styles." He gave her his best dimpled smile. "What's yours?" 

Gently touching the bump forming on his forehead, she continued, "And how old are you?" 

"Nineteen." He would have been lying if he had said his skin wasn't on fire, with heat blooming everywhere. "What's your name?" he repeated.

She pursed her pretty lips in thought. "What day is it today?" 

Harry quickly realized she wasn't trying to get to know him—she was conducting a memory loss test. "Uh... Sunday," he answered defeatedly, his ego deflating a little. A lot, actually. 

"Well done." She dusted off her sandy legs and stood up. "I don't think you have a concussion. Just some slight swelling." 

"Thank you, nurse." 

She narrowed her eyes and sassily put a hand on her hip. "However, you need to stay hydrated. Here, let me grab my orange juice." 

"Your orange—" His dream girl was off and running under the volleyball net before he could speak any further. Wiping sweat from his hairline, Harry waited patiently while grooving along to the rock music playing from a group of teenagers' boombox farther down the beach strip.

When she returned, his body delightfully shuddered at how her skin seemed to glow under the summer sky. Thrusting forward a clear bottle of orange juice, she said, "My name is Sawyer Clemente, by the way." 

Sawyer. Such a unique name for someone who felt so familiar to him. He wouldn't have minded if those two syllables rolled off his tongue for eternity. 

"Thank you, Sawyer," he chirped, taking the ice-cold bottle from her. He held it up to his parched mouth, but right before he took a swig, he asked, "Pulp or no pulp?" 

"No pulp," she said, tapping her acrylic nails against her arm. "I'm not a psychopath." 

His head lulled back as he smiled lazily. "Whoa, am I hallucinating? I think you're perfect for me." 

She snorted, unimpressed, yet a pink flush colored her cheeks. "Are you seriously flirting with me?" 

"Dunno. Do you want me to be?”

"Not really. I have a boyfriend." 

Harry swore under his breath. "Is he nice to you?" 

"Yes, he is." Sawyer glanced around and furrowed her eyebrows when she spotted her friends abandoning the game and congregating near the water. "Well, I'm going to get ice cream now. I’m truly sorry about hitting your head." 

He should have been thanking her since he didn't know if he would have been able to find the courage to talk to her otherwise. Typically, he could walk up to anyone and strike up a conversation, but something about her made him the good kind of anxious.

"Are you up for a game of 1v1 volleyball?" Harry asked abruptly, hoping he could suggest a way to spend more time with her without sounding like a desperate loser. 

"No, thank you," she said politely. "Boys play unfairly. Plus, it's hot out, and I need something to cool me down." 

She was off again, like some unreachable enigma he couldn't quite grasp. Her steps were delicate, and her wavy hair bounced with each one. Harry forgot where he was for a second while getting lost in her movements. She was captivatingly magnetic, and it would be a downright shame if he never saw her again.

Blinking out of his trance, he watched her head over to an unoccupied beach umbrella close to the shore with a melting ice cream cone in her hand. Would it be annoying if he walked over there? Possibly. Was he going to do it anyway? Absolutely. 

Harry got up, taking a few seconds to restore his balance, then jogged over while rubbing his forehead to ensure there wasn't a huge bump. That would have been the pinnacle of embarrassment. 

Once he was next to Sawyer, she looked at him unamusedly. "This better be worth it, summerboy." 

He was the one blushing now. "Hello. Hi. Vanilla, right?" 

"It's Sawyer."

Harry swallowed, internally panicking, and scratched the back of his neck. "I meant your ice cream flavor." 

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. How were they able to do that when they were so dark? "Yeah, I know," she said casually. "I was just joking." 

"Oh. Oh, my bad." 

Scrunching her nose, she giggled quietly. "You're funny. I've never met a boy like you." 

"What's a boy like me?" he asked.

"Someone I could be friends with. You backed off when I said I had a boyfriend. That was nice of you." Sawyer licked her ice cream and shrugged nonchalantly. "It's rare for Florida boys to take the hint."

"You'd want to be friends with me?" 

"If you want," she mumbled around a bite of her wafer cone. 

"'Kay. Sick." Harry nudged her elbow with his own. "Let's be friends." 

"Are you in the mood for a friendly game of chicken fight in the water?" 

"Duh. If I win, though, you have to go out to eat with me. Friends need to get to know each other, don't they?"

Sawyer smiled and threw her hair in a ponytail. "Deal." 

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