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buckybabesonly · 2 years

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I'll Let You Lick The Lollipop

Summary: You're bored, and Bucky won't play with you.

Pairing: Bucky x female!Reader

Genre: Porn without plot

Warnings: Slight daddy kink, lollipop play (? is that a thing - PLEASE DON’T PUT FOOD IN YOUR HOO HA), slight spanking, dirty talk

A/N: I love writing these but please do leave requests for me! I'm happy to turn your smuttiest fantasies into fiction huhu

Length: 3.2k

Living your days in domesticated bliss with Bucky was one of your dreams come true. You loved the mundane nights you shared, those rare occasions where chaos wasn’t bringing worries and danger to your lives. You learned to cherish the ‘boring’ aspects of a relationship which weren’t boring at all - those quiet days lazing around and doing nothing, comfortable silence between you as you both got up to your own devices.

Today, however, you were in one of those moods, and Bucky wasn’t paying any attention. You observed him quietly as he frowned at the laptop in front of him, sitting in the semi-darkness with the screen brightness turned up, muttering something under his breath.

Boredom came over you as you lay across the couch, shifting positions every ten seconds, staring at Bucky and thinking about how this was not how you wanted to be spending your Sunday.

You stood up slowly, deliberately, tugging your sleep shorts slightly further up your hips, Bucky’s borrowed t-shirt hanging loosely off your frame. You pattered over, barefoot, to where he was sitting.

"Bucky, play with me," you announced like a petulant child, tugging on his arm as he hunched further over the dining room table, completely caught up in his work. He was doing some sort of background research on somebody - didn’t they have people at S.H.I.E.L.D who could do that for him?

"Stop it, doll," Bucky murmured, gently brushing your hands away as he frowned over his work. He heard you sigh dramatically before you disappeared into the bedroom, but Bucky didn't have the heart to feel guilty. He was totally engrossed in his latest mission, as he felt that him and Sam were on the cusp of an excellent lead, and as much as he loved his girlfriend, she wasn't helping.

Bucky made a few mental notes to discuss with Sam before you reappeared, seating yourself right opposite him. Bucky glanced at up, pausing when he saw the thin, white stick that was peeking out from between your lips. Your cheeks were suctioned in as you sucked the lollipop in your mouth, rolling your tongue around the candy, eyes fastened on Bucky.

Bucky scoffed, arching his eyebrows as you continued sucking, feigning innocence with your eyes.

"What?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. Under the table, you slowly lifted one foot and placed it carefully between Bucky’s legs, teasingly pushing against the length of his thigh towards his crotch.

"Doll," Bucky warned, glancing down at his crotch and seeing your feet press at his cock through his jeans.

"What?" You challenged again, lips looking so fucking delectable around the lollipop. He could see a flash of red, and guessed it was strawberry, your favorite flavor. At Bucky’s scowl, you peeked down shyly, unable to hide your smile.

“I just want your attention, baby,” you said in that sweet voice you knew he liked.

You felt a small thrill when you noticed Bucky tense ever so slightly. His eyes, in the already dim light, looked inky black.

He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to focus now as he watched you, practically fluttering your lashes at him, tongue working it’s magic around that damn piece of candy. He could see your nipples poking through the thin material of his t-shirt, having opted to go braless.

So much for wanting to focus on work.

"You want to play? Fine, we'll play."

You smiled widely at Bucky giving in so quickly, watching like a hawk as he stood, chair pushing back with a screech. He circled the table and picked you up easily in his arms, lifting you to sit on the edge of the tabletop. He spread your legs wide so he could stand between them, one hand lifting to cup the back of your neck.

His other hand raised to your mouth to remove the lollipop, and you purposely pursed your lips and sucked hard so that it was released with a audible pop. He leaned forward and kissed you, tongue snaking into the cavern of your mouth, tasting you. He kissed so passionately, like he didn’t even want to give you time to breathe.

When he released you, a thin, gauzy string of saliva connected your mouths. He gave a crooked smile, popping the lollipop into his own mouth.

“Hey,” you protested, but was silenced when Bucky picked you up again and practically ran into your bedroom. He lowered you down onto the bed gently, before taking a step back to assess you.

"Bucky," you mewled, eyes seductive. "C'mere."

Bucky moved to climb on top of you, tongue darting out to wet his lips. He easily flipped you onto your front, and you promptly lifted your ass, instinctively trying to grind it against his crotch.

Bucky threaded long, metallic fingers through your hair and pulled, hard. He lifted your head up, forcing your neck to crane backwards, and suddenly you found the lollipop being pushed past your lips again.

“Do you need me to spank you?" He asked in a low voice, and you nodded desperately. "Look at you. You love getting into trouble for being such a fucking needy girl, don't you? You've been waiting for me to fuck you all night."

"Mmm, Buck," you whimpered, words garbled, and blinked when you felt the heat of Bucky’s body disappear.

"Strip, baby. And then undress me," he ordered.

You complied quickly, tearing your t-shirt off and shimmying off your shorts, along with your panties.

Bucky was smirking when you shakily took his shirt off, revealing your boyfriend's ripped, muscular chest. The jeans came off next, your fingers fidgeting impatiently with his belt and zipper as you tried to remove it at lightning speed.

God, his cock was magnificent. It bounced against his stomach the moment you stripped him of his underwear, thick and weighty. It had the most beautiful slight curve, veins running along the underside of it, the tip swollen and waiting to be placed inside your mouth.

You removed the lollipop and your hands reached out, keen to start, but he interrupted you with a deft flick of his hand.

"Ah, ah, ah," Bucky said tantalizingly, capturing your wrists and pulling them away. He plucked the candy from your hand and forced you onto your front again, onto your knees. He positioned himself on the bed once more, kneeling behind you, chest pressing against your back, and nibbled at your ear playfully. "Eager, are we?"

You nodded, feeling a rush of pleasure when you felt just how hard Bucky was against you, his dick brushing against your bare thigh. There was nothing gentle about the way he began grinding his thick length against your ass, breathing deeply as he did so.

He pressed his front against your spine as his tongue darted out to taste the nape of your neck, and you so wanted to beg him to fuck you right there and then. But you knew you had to be patient.

"Are you gonna be my dirty little angel tonight?" Bucky asked, pressing his cock harder against your ass cheeks.

"Yes, yes," you nodded in hasty agreement. Bucky chuckled.

"I'm gonna go hard on you. Aren't you a naughty girl, distracting daddy from his work? If you want it so bad, I'm going to give it to you so hard that you'll be begging me to stop."

You loved it when he spoke like this, and Bucky knew it as he continued in a voice that could only be described as feral. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, keep pumping you over and over and over again until your cunt takes the shape of my cock. Going to use you like my personal fuck toy.”

"Please, daddy..." You turned your neck to glance back at him, delighted at the expression on his face that showed pure arousal. "Use me," you said in the huskiest voice you could manage.

You began pressing your ass deliberately harder against Bucky’s erection, and the latter promptly spanked your sensitive cheeks. His cold, vibranium palm instantly soothed the red skin as you gasped from the pained pleasure of it all.

"Do you want it?"

"Yes!"

"Hmm. If you had waited for me to finish my work, I would've fucked you any way you wanted. On the kitchen table, up against the wall, over the couch, maybe. But you just couldn't wait, could you? You want my cock in your pussy that badly?"

"Yes. Daddy, please, fuck me!"

"Don't give orders," Bucky barked, slapping your ass again, harder than before. He repeated the same motion of spanking you with his right hand, then immediately soothing you with the left, calming your stinging flesh against cold metal.

"I'm going to make you wait, baby. This is your punishment. You're gonna have to wait whilst I have my fun before I fill you up with my cock."

You wanted to cry with frustration, but you knew it would do little good to beg.

Bucky inserted his knee between your legs, forcing you to balance with them further apart. "That's it, push that ass out for me," he said encouragingly as you obeyed.

You turned his head to see Bucky sucking on the lollipop again, coating the hot red candy with his own saliva. You held your breath as Bucky slowly pulled the candy out of his mouth.

"You ready for this, baby?" He asked. He didn't wait for an answer before he spread your cheeks apart and rubbed the head of the lollipop against your slick folds. You whimpered wantonly as he pushed the sticky candy into your cunt, a smile growing on his face as he did it.

Soon, the white stick of the lollipop was all that was left hanging out. Bucky sighed in satisfaction, running his palms lightly against your ass.

"You keep that nice and safe for me, baby," he cooed. "Now come over here and suck my cock like a good girl."

Bucky withdrew from his position and lay on his back instead. You crawled round to face him, practically pouncing on his leaking erection, your small hands wrapping around the throbbing length.

"Look at how horny you are," Bucky said, pleased as you lowered your head. Your lips parted and you took his cock into your mouth as far as you could, sucking enthusiastically as Bucky’s hands played with your hair.

"Yeah. Sucking daddy's cock so well," he praised with a grunt.

You glanced up at Bucky’s face, noting how his eyes were half closed in ecstasy, head tilted back as both of his hands held your head, pushing you down onto his cock. Your drool dripped down his thick, pulsing shaft, trying not to gag as Bucky gave a particularly violent thrust up with his hips. Your eyes began to sting with tears, but neither you or Bucky relented. You continued to suck furiously, Bucky fucking your mouth and using you the way you loved to be used.

"Take it, baby," Bucky groaned. "Oh God, yeah. You love sucking my cock, you love swallowing my cum."

The lingering, sugary taste of the lollipop on your tongue mixed with the saltiness of Bucky’s precum was new for you, and you fucking loved it. You groaned with satisfaction, continuing to work on Bucky’s cock, until he eventually pulled you off.

He pushed you back by the shoulders until you were lying on your back. His eyes regarded you hungrily as he slowly pulled the lollipop from your pussy, tossing it to the side, forgotten.

“Let me taste you before I fuck your pretty candy cunt, doll,” Bucky said, licking his lips before he dived down to your pussy, pushing your thighs apart with his hands. He licked a long, thick stripe up your cunt, laughing as you squirmed with pleasure.

He knew exactly how to plunder your cunt with his tongue, mouth working against your clit and massaging that delicious bundle of nerves. The taste of your wetness combined with sugar was like fucking crack, and he closed his eyes as he continued to eat you out, enjoying the sounds of your moans and kitten-like whimpers.

Your eyes remained closed when you suddenly felt Bucky shift, and all of a sudden he was assaulting your neck with his lips. You tilted your neck to the side to give Bucky better access.

"Daddy," you whimpered, arching your back as his hot, wet tongue left a trail from your collarbone to your neck.

"Hmm?" Bucky asked teasingly, making you shiver slightly.

"Please give it to me?” You asked uncertainty, biting down on your lower lip. He looked at you, chest heaving, both of you breathing hard.

"Baby, by the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to fucking walk," Bucky purred. "Don't you worry your pretty little head. Do you see what you do to me?"

You glanced at Bucky’s cock, glistening with your saliva and standing to attention. You blushed a little as he smirked.

"I wanna feel you clench around my cock, baby.”

You nodded, spreading your legs wider in invitation, making Bucky laugh a little.

"So fucking thirsty for it," he murmured, lining up his cock with you entrance. He watched every micro expression on your face as he eased the head of his cock into your cunt, then suddenly impaled you with his whole length all at once, watching as you gasped and closed his eyes.

"How does it feel, baby?"

"Good, daddy," you replied instantly. You had taken him so many times before, but every time you could feel how he stretched your walls, how he could barely fit his cock inside you. "Please just fuck me," you pleaded.

"Fucking desperate whore," Bucky said, nipping at your neck playfully. He slowly lowered his hand down to your pussy and you didn’t realize what he was doing until you felt his fingers prodding around your entrance where his cock was currently sheathed.

“Bucky, what are you - oh fuck,” you practically screeched as he eased a finger into your pussy, alongside his cock.

"Daddy's gonna give it to you good, baby," he murmured. You whimpered as he slid another finger inside to nestle against his own cock, your pussy wrapped around everything tightly like a dirty little package.

He began thrusting his fingers inside you in tandem with his cock, watching as you unraveled at the sweet torture. Your hands flailed, pushing against his chest, and he withdrew his fingers from your cunt and pinned both wrists above your head. You sighed with contentment as you enjoyed the familiar stretch and burn of his dick pushing inside you.

Your nails dug into your fleshy palms in ecstasy when Bucky started to go rough, snapping his hips into you so that his cock jabbed your cervix, but you loved the pain. It was delicious to you as you clenched around Bucky’s cock uncontrollably, a guttural noise escaping your boyfriend's mouth as he sank further into you.

"God, baby," he groaned. "I've fucked you so many times with my huge cock, so how the fuck do you stay so fucking tight?"

"Nngh, daddy," you said, gasping loudly. "Keep going."

Instead of spanking you for giving orders, Bucky simply smiled and switched up the pace. He started to thrust at a teasingly slow pace rather than fucking you into the mattress. The slow rhythm almost killed you, as you clenched your jaw in frustration, wanting Bucky to stop fooling around and just jackhammer his cock into you.

"I own this fucking pussy, baby," Bucky sneered, throwing his head back towards the ceiling, sighing as if he had finally found heaven, his cock nestled inside your wet, warm core.

You should've kept your mouth shut like a good girl, but you couldn't help sassing. "I thought you were gonna fuck me hard," you said weakly. “Old man can’t keep up?”

You heard the low rumbling growl in Bucky’s chest.

His fingers reached out to pinch your nipples, hands massaging your tits and pulling them hard. Then, you felt his arms suddenly circle your back, lifting you off the mattress. You cried out in pleasure as Bucky sat back instead, tugging you with him and forcing you down onto his cock, impaling you hard.

You began to grind down onto his lap, riding him as you resisted the urge to reach out and touch your clit. Daddy wouldn't like that. He liked it when you came with just his cock.

"You fucking bet I'll give it to you hard," he snarled.

"Oh god, it feels so good," you groaned loudly as Bucky forced you down onto his cock over and over again every time you levered yourself up. "You make me feel so full with your big cock."

"Mmm, tell me more, baby," Bucky commanded. His hands were cupping your asscheeks, helping to lift you up and down with ease as you bounced on his cock. He loved this view, your tits jiggling in front of him enticingly. He leaned forward to capture the swell of one of them in his mouth, licking and sucking until you squealed.

"I love - I love having your cock in my pussy," you said breathlessly.

"My pussy," Bucky corrected. "You belong to me, baby. Every single fucking delectable inch of you is mine."

He snapped his hips up as you sank down on him, moving in perfect synchronization. He closed his lips over your neck, sucking deeply. A hickey formed quickly, and Bucky admired his pretty artwork blooming across your skin as your moans grew in volume.

"Daddy! Daddy, please,” you shouted in pleasure as Bucky shifted ever so slightly so that the head of his cock hit that sweet, spongy spot inside you, causing you to spasm in his arms.

"Cum for me, baby."

"I'm gonna - gonna cum so hard," you said breathlessly. "Gonna cum so hard for you."

"Yes, yes, yes," Bucky chanted, your own personal cheerleader. You could practically feel the pounding of his heart against your front as he pressed his slick chest to your tits, groaning loudly as he drilled his cock again and again inside you.

You could feel the way his dick was buried so beautifully inside your core, so deep, a feeling you just couldn't get enough of. You felt that wonderful, familiar rush as you came, pussy pulsing and clenching, shivers shooting through your body.

You sobbed, feeling the hot warmth of Bucky’s cock shooting cum inside your cunt a few seconds later, some of it leaking out and seeping from your hole as Bucky continued to fuck into you.

Eventually, Bucky lifted you off his lap and twisted you back and around so that you were on your stomach. You didn't even have the energy to keep yourself up on your arms, burying your face into the mattress, whimpering as Bucky spread your pussy folds.

"Mmm, I filled you up so good," he said appraisingly. You felt Bucky’s fingers sink into your used entrance, inspecting the mess you made, and you wailed pathetically.

"Daddy...please, too much," you whimpered. Bucky pulled his fingers out again and slid them inside your mouth. You sucked obediently, licking the cum clean off his fingers.

"How do we taste, baby?"

"So good," you sighed. You slowly rolled over onto your back, watching as Bucky kneeled over you, gazing down at his lover adoringly. Suddenly, you pouted.

"What?"

"You wasted my lollipop," you murmured, and Bucky laughed despite still being a little out of breath.

"Sorry, baby," he said, his voice soft as he lowered his head and slanted his lips over yours. He sucked on your lower lip softly, teasing you before pulling away. "I’ll get you another one. Happy?"

"Hmm. Okay."

He smirked as he kissed you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth again. Your hot, sweaty body against his and the echoes of your moans in his mind was driving him crazy.

"Round two?" You murmured against his mouth, as if reading Bucky’s mind. The way his hands gripped your hips possessively was all the answer you needed.

#bucky smut #bucky pwp #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes pwp #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x you smut #bucky imagines

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blues824 · 1 year

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Could I request Trey, Ruggie, Jade, and Jamil (the cooking boys) receiving loads of sweets for Valentine's Day?

Imagine Ruggie getting all those donuts, he'll be in heaven

This is definitely very late, and I am sorry about that. Gender-neutral reader.

Trey Clover

To say he was surprised by the two large baskets that you brought to Heartslabyul, a third being carried by Grim, would be fairly accurate. He was actually making you something as well, but you seemed to have beaten him to the punch. The smell of freshly baked goods wafted through the air, and he was actually pretty excited about whatever was in the three baskets. He was going to grab the rest of the dorm… until you stated that they were all just for him.

Now, he’s kind of flustered, and he goes through each of the baskets absolutely surprised by how many sweets and treats there are. Not just that, but most of them are themed or have candied violets in them. He only mentioned that he liked candied violets in passing, so the fact that you remembered was heartwarming. He took one of the violets off of the little bundt cake you had made him, and it was so sweet and delicious.

Ruggie Bucchi

He could smell the three baskets of donuts from miles away, and he immediately ran up to you as you were approaching his room. It took him all of his self-restraint to not just tear up the baskets for the delectable sweets. You held out one of the baskets and gave it to him, and you blessed his ears by saying, “These are for my favorite hyena for Valentine’s Day. Happy Valentine’s Day, Ruggie!”

You were just so cute that the poor hyena went red before he set the basket down and showered your face in kisses. Then he went to dig through the first basket, seeing not just donuts, but other baked goods as well. He picked up a glazed donut and devoured it, then picked up another one to hold to your lips to make sure that you had a taste of what you made for him. You both were about to start feeding each other, had Grim not stumbled in with the third basket.

Jade Leech

The eel heard the commotion in the dormitory between you and his brother and went to investigate. Turns out that you were having trouble carrying all of the baskets to Jade, and you asked Floyd to help. Floyd, however, wasn’t going to do something for nothing, so he wanted to know what was inside the baskets. You refused to tell him, but that was when your boyfriend entered the scene.

Well, there were a bunch of sweets in the baskets that you had made for Jade, and the tweel found it so heartwarming that his beloved would toil away just to make him something (or quite a few things) for a human holiday called Valentine’s Day. Also, do not worry, as he did make sure that he got something for you in return. It was a keychain with your initials + J.L. in a heart with an arrow through it, as well as a bouquet of flowers.

Jamil Viper

He was also making something for you when you came to Scarabia with three baskets filled with great-smelling foods. He was taken by surprise, as he didn’t think you would go through all of this effort just to be able to give him a gift. He took the baskets from you and placed them on the counter, and as he looked through them he saw bunches of sweets. Luckily, he was making a meal for the two of you, so you both had a nice and quiet Valentine’s Day meal.

The gesture did make him feel lighthearted as well as lightheaded. For once, he had something, or someone, that Kalim didn’t have, all to himself. As the realization sank in while you were eating, he pulled you into his arms and thanked you for all that you have done for him. You make him feel appreciated for all of his hard work, something that he’s not used to, and he doesn’t want to ever take it or you for granted.

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dangantums · 10 months

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Sweet Tooth

very short drabble,,, sorry for the silence, been uber busy. here's a w.rightworth fic -- sorry stuffedronpa folks

this fic contains: bloating, burps, hiccup, belly rubs, SFW content

ship: w.rightworth, n.arumitsu (p.hoenix w.right x m.iles e.dgeworth)

TLDR: m.iles has a sweet tooth, and rarely gets to indulge. so phoenix surprises him.

Miles Edgeworth had a sweet tooth. It was undeniable.

It was a quiet evening in the upscale apartment shared by Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright. The city lights glittered outside the window, casting a warm glow on the room. Miles sat at his desk, engrossed in paperwork, surrounded by stacks of legal documents, the soft glow of lamplight casting a soft ambiance on the papers. Busy as ever. However, something unusual was happening in the other room. Phoenix, Miles' boyfriend, had decided to surprise him with a selection of his favorite sweets. Miles had always been known for his disciplined and serious demeanor, but Phoenix was determined to bring out the softer side of the stoic prosecutor.

Or, the sweeter side.

As Miles diligently worked on his cases, Phoenix tiptoed into the room, holding a tray filled with an assortment of delectable desserts—chocolates, pastries, and a variety of candies. He placed the tray on the edge of the desk, causing Miles to look up in surprise.

"Hey there, babe. Thought you might need a little pick-me-up." Phoenix Wright presented the assorted goodies with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

Edgeworth arched an eyebrow, the look of surprise fading. "And what, pray tell, is the occasion for this sudden act of generosity?"

Phoenix leaned against the doorframe, a sly smile playing on his lips. "No occasion, Miles. I just love you. Consider it a distraction from all the stress – you've been working too hard.”

Miles’s gray eyes narrowed slightly. "I appreciate the sentiment, Phoenix, but I am quite busy at the moment. I can’t just stop working.”

Phoenix let out a snort, ready to turn around and leave, but Miles let out a sigh. The attorney watched as the prosecutor gave in to the temptation – Miles reached for a chocolate truffle and took a bite, savoring the rich flavor. Phoenix watched with delight as Miles' expression softened with chew. The rich flavor instantly captivated his taste buds, and the stern gaze that riddled his face softened. His shoulders relaxed, as if tension was being directly lifted off his shoulders at that very moment. Phoenix watched with delight as Edgeworth slowly gave in to the sugary temptation.

"See? Not so bad, is it?"

“Mnnff,” was all the attorney got as a response, the prosecutor's mouth full of chocolate. Miles, despite sweets and sugar being his favorite, was not one to indulge in such foods often. At the moment, he found it difficult to stop.

The irresistible treats beckoned him, and he soon lost track of how many he had consumed. Phoenix, who had been gazing at Miles, now noticed how Miles' sweet tooth had gotten the better of him – and he couldn't help but chuckle. Running a hand through strands of black hair, Phoenix approached the desk again. Peering over the mahogany wood, he watched as Miles shifted uncomfortably in his leather seat, one hand rubbing the side of his now distended gut. The buttons of his suit jacket slightly strained against the pale flesh. The prosecutor hissed and tried to get himself out of his boyfriend's line of sight. But the sudden movement only resulted in an unexpected side effect – a series of soft burps escaping from his lips.

Phoenix burst into laughter at the unexpected sound. "Looks like someone enjoyed the sweets a bit too much."

“Wright,” Miles growled, his eyes shooting daggers at his partner. But he couldn’t suppress the twitching of his lips, a smile threatening to appear on his face.

Phoenix sauntered over and playfully patted Miles' belly. Which only resulted in a soft hiccup. So, the attorney's hand flattened, rubbing Miles' stomach gently. It felt drum-tight. "Don't worry, babe. I'll take care of you."

Miles Edgeworth rolled his eyes but couldn't deny the warmth that spread through him. As Phoenix rubbed Miles' stomach, the tension melted away, and Miles couldn't help but relax. Perhaps a little sweetness in life, both literal and figurative, wasn't such a bad thing after all.

#burps #belly kink #hiccups #a.ce attorney #a.ce a.ttorney #p.hoenix wright #m.iles edgeworth #w.rightworth #n.arumitsu #fat!miles edgeworth #bloated

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imbadatparking · 6 months

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The sweet, heavenly smell of perfectly-baked goods drifts through the humble diner and into her nose gently. It smells like home, and she tries not to think of the streets of Italy, the farmer’s markets Mamma used to take her to before she got sick. Standing on the brown wood-grained tile, watching people bustle from table to counter to table, she is immediately taken to a different, happier time. The warmth reminds her of the pulsing heat of the sun on her back, the press of her Mamma’s presence at her side.

Somebody bumps into her from behind and she mutters an apology. She is pulled out of the fantasy, just as she reaches for the coins her Mamma is handing her — going to the markets was always a special occasion because they’d never had money, so she held her hands out with a sort of reverence as ten euros were dropped into them — and suddenly, she is back in the diner. The atmosphere is pleasant, but not home; the people that are just a bit too American for her to really be able to pretend otherwise; the food, while delicious and wonderful in itself, was not the food of Italy’s streets.

Under the delectable, yet overpriced menu decorated with practiced calligraphy with low hanging bare bulbs hanging from them, is a display case full of already made food. Oversized blueberry muffins with chunks of purple-blue deliciousness poking out of its golden brown crust, steaming chocolate chip cookies she could imagine melting in her mouth, coffee cake that crumbled just the right amount in just the right way.

They’re not the goods she’s used to from her old home, Italy, but they are from her new home, America. She’ll miss the sweet custard filling of Zeppoles, the way she took a bite and it melted in her mouth, she’ll miss the almonds, and the candied fruits, the elaborately beautiful designs ingrained into flat, soft pazelle. Still, her stomach growls quietly as she walks up to the counter, pulling money — dollars, not euros — out of her pocket.

Today she decides that she will get something new: she is here, in a new country, with new cultures, and new baked goods — she might as well embrace it. She points to the curious looking pastry, some sort of fried dough with a sweet white cream sandwiched between it, topped with melted chocolate. The tiny chalkboard in front of it reads profiteroles in that same cursive, with a little heart over the eye. She points to it and her shadow hovers perfectly over it, the light making it look like an innocent child’s hand.

The cashier is friendly enough to feel familiar, and he smiles at her shyly as he hands her the bag. She thanks him and walks back to a table in the corner with a single chair. She carefully takes out the profiterole, with the same reverence she’d held her hands out for Mamma’s money, and takes a deep breath, relaxing at the heartwarming smell.

When she bites into it, it tastes like heaven — the perfect balance of fried and sweet and soft. It reminds her of when her Mamma used to get a box of bigné alla cremas, that same custard-smooth vanilla flavor. Mamma’s offering her one with that same secretive smile, the same twinkle in her eye, the same soft don’t tell your father laugh. She takes it and closes her eyes. When she takes another bite, for a moment, it all feels like home.

@nosebleedclub prompts, april vii. profiteroles

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violettduchess · 1 year

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A/N: Arthur won the poll for which vamp suitor to write for @aquagirl1978 and my Summer Days Sultry Nights CCC. This is also my first stand-alone Arthur fic!

Prompt: Summer Festival

WC: ~1.1k

Festival Entrance

An archway bedecked with blush-colored summer roses welcomes you both to the Festival d'été. You squeeze Arthur’s hand tightly, clearly taken by its charm and he finds himself smiling. As you pass through, he casually steals one of the soft pink blossoms, careful not to crush the delicate petals. As he’s tucking it into your braid, you ask him where he got it. He winks one blue summer-sky eye and murmurs: “Magic, luv.”

Games Tent

The shiny pyramid of tin cans stands tall and proud, almost daring him to give it his best shot. The vendor hands him the small rubber ball and wishes him good luck. You’re watching him, eyes bright with anticipation. He clears his throat. He may be excellent with his hands, but he has never been the best shot. C’mon, he tells himself. You are a supernatural creature. You can manage to topple some tins. He winds up, throws and.......

......the throw is wide. The vendor chuckles and you cover your mouth with the back of your hand to hide your amusement at the utter dismay on his handsome face.

“Perhaps the young lady would like to try her luck.” Arthur steps back, head cocked to one side as he watches you, his lips curving up into a skeptical smile. “Surely, if I am not able to–” The tins topple to the ground with a loud clattering sound. You turn to him, a very satisfied smirk on your face. “Which prize do you want, sweetheart?”

Arthur walks away with a stuffed dog wearing a smart red bow tie and an only slightly bruised ego.

Food Stand

Hand in hand, you stroll past the food stands with their incredible smells, each one valiantly fighting for your attention. The popped corn almost wins but then you both stop in your tracks when you see the white stand with the word “Caramel” written in bright pink lettering.

“Fudge!” You both make a beeline for the stand, working with one singular thought: “Must have some.” The vendor smiles warmly as you two approach, as excited as children entering a candy store, and asks if you would like to try a free sample. There are so many different kinds, your mind is swimming in possibility. Dark chocolate? Toffee? Walnut? Penuche?

Then you spot it: Coffee. Tugging on Arthur’s sleeve you direct his attention to the warm brown fudge and you swear his face lights up. The vendor offers you both a free sample. Arthur’s eyes close as soon as the sweet confection enters his mouth and you have to grin at his expression. It is absolute bliss, a man transported to the heavens via condensed milk and sugar.

The vendor kindly offers you a paper bag where at least half her coffee fudge now lives and Mr. Barker, the stuffed dog, is riding along, guarding the sweet treasure.

Wine Stand

“Cheers.” How he managed to order himself a cup of coffee at a wine stand is beyond you but you raise your glass towards his porcelain mug, gently tapping it with a small clink. The blueberry wine is sweet and cool, the flavor spilling like summer over your tongue and sending a shot of sunshine right through you.

He’s watching you over the rim of his coffee cup, eyes gleaming like a feline following a bit of string as you lower your wine glass. “Tastes good, does it?” You lift your glass in offering. “Would you like a taste?”

“Would I.” But he does not touch your wine glass. Instead, he leans over, brushing his lips over yours in a surprisingly sensual move that has you raising your eyebrows even as your heart leaps up in excitement. And then you lean in, conscious that you are in public but unable to deny how enjoyable it is to kiss him like this. It's sweeter than the wine, you decide when you lean back, and just as delectable.

Town Square

Mr Barker and his precious cache of coffee fudge are set down at the base of a nearby lamp post as Arthur sweeps you into his arms, pulling you into the dancing crowd. The musicians are playing their hearts out, fiddle bows flying over strings, accordions singing, as they send a raucous melody across the entire square that has everyone tapping their feet.

You’re swept up in the joy that rolls across the gathered people, your hand holding tight to Arthur’s as you spin, feet deftly navigating the cobblestone ground. You are light as a feather, bright as the sun’s reflection in Arthur’s brilliant eyes. He holds your gaze and you are flying through all that blue, a bird on the wind, wings beating in time to the music. His touch steadies you like a dancer’s focal point as they pirouette, a whirlwind of beauty and grace.

His strong hands are at your waist, lifting you towards the bright sun as it smiles down on the crowd and you stretch upwards, your body arching to greet it. And then he’s lowering you back down to earth and his sapphire eyes are aflame with a different light.

Alley

Even sunlight can’t penetrate the curtain of shadows the buildings at either side of the narrow alleyway provide. They stand like protective guardians, sheltering you and Arthur from any gaze that aimlessly glances at the narrow, inconspicuous passageway.

The brick is hard and rough against your bare shoulders, snagging at the bunched up material of your dress. But you don’t care.

Not when Arthur’s gifted hands are everywhere all at once, touching you in a way that has your body coiling around a lightning rod of desire.

Not when his mouth is on your neck and his voice is weak with the sound of your name.

Not when he emulates the sun and all it's powerful heat, your body a conduit for pleasure that courses through you like plasma until you explode into nothing but bright embers that ever so slowly drifts back down to earth.

Bedroom

Mr. Barker is nestled comfortably against the arm of the couch. The precious coffee fudge is on Arthur’s desk where it will disappear within a day. The rose from your hair is now on your nightstand in a glass where it will live until its bright pink petals begin falling, one by one, in a final swan song.

The sun has long since sunk to its rest, giving the care of the sky over to a full summer moon. You shift within the circle of Arthur’s embrace, sighing contently. “Thank you for a perfect day,” you murmur, tipping your head up to place a kiss right at the corner of his mouth. You linger there long enough to feel those lips curve into a smile. He turns his head slightly to kiss you back, properly, a tender press of his mouth to yours.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, luv.”

You roll away from him and then scoot back until he has curved his long body around you, a silent safeguard. A vow of safety, protection and above all, love.

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Meat & Candy

Chapter Four

Warnings: swearing, teasing, slight kitchen tension, simping, mentions of abuse, mentions of smoking.

Word Count: 3.2k

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Ever since being in Crossroads kitchen, Castiel had nearly worked himself to death trying to write the article about Chef Dean Winchester. It was all he ever thought about when he went to work, came home, slept, and woke up. Not even the article itself but what he said. His openness about everything. Castiel wanted to ask more about his daughter and what it was like to be a single parent. But that was selfish on his part.

He was in his room, sitting at his desk, working on his computer. He tried to type one sentence nearly a hundred times. It never sounded right to him.

His phone started to ring. It scared him, enough to knee the bottom of his desk. “Shit!” He cursed before he flipped his phone to see who decided to interrupt him.

Meg.

Castiel let out a breath and answered the call. “Hello?” He tried his best not to sound irritated. It didn't work.

“Wow, Clarence, what's got your panties in a bunch?” Meg’s smug voice came from the other line. Castiel loved her, he really did, but he had told her many times how much he hated how she managed to only call him while he was working. “And here I was gonna invite you and Claire out for lunch.”

Castiel didn't want to think about going out unless Dean was the one cooking the food. “Where?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“This new place, Crossroads.” Meg responded. “Heard of it?” She knew he had heard of it.

Castiel forgot it had opened a few days ago, he was a little too focused on trying to make the article perfect. He didn't want to disappoint Dean with something half-baked and didn't quite capture his beauty—well, the beauty of his cooking, yeah, that was what he meant.

“Shut up. When are we going?” He shut his laptop and played with the edge of his coat.

He wondered if Dean would be there today. Then he realized that was a dumb thing to wonder about, Dean had to be there every day they were open, he was the owner and head chef after all.

“Well, if you would look outside your conveniently placed window…” Meg’s voice trailed off.

Castiel blinked before he leaned back in his chair and rolled over to his window to move the curtain away. Sure enough, Meg was leaning against her car with her phone to her ear. Claire was already outside, next to her while she scrolled on her phone.

He cursed to himself, under his breath. He quickly hung up and maneuvered through the house to meet Meg and Claire outside.

The drive there was mostly silent besides the occasional conversation between Meg and Castiel—by conversation, it was mostly just Meg teasing Castiel about how he didn't talk to her as much as anymore. Claire added in her own comments when she felt like she wanted to.

Arriving at Crossroads was interesting for Castiel. The only times he's been there, it's been empty but now… God, it was bustling with activity. His eyes shined with pride for Dean.

“Alright, stop drooling.” Meg nudged Castiel out of his trance and walked through the door. Claire let out a small laugh as she followed.

Cas faltered before he followed them. Inside the restaurant while it was busy was a sight to see, the atmosphere completely shifted from when he was simply observing from the windows. The aromas in the air— all of them were enticing. And the dishes, he could catch a glimpse of them from a table nearby, they looked delectable.

“Castiel?” Sam's voice drew him back to reality.

“Yes, hello.” He quickly responded, forgetting that Sam was the stage… meaning he was usually the host.

Meg raised an eyebrow at Castiel. “Didn't know you were cozy with all the staff.”

Sam chuckled softly and shook his head a little. “No, no, I'm Dean's brother.” He explained softly. “I just happen to work here as well.”

“At least he's finding friends besides you.” Claire looked at Meg who feigned her hurt. The teenager just shrugged with a smug smile.

Before long, Meg turned back to Sam and gave him a light, forced smile that she usually wore when she had to talk to someone she didn't know well. Common courtesy and all that. “I have a reservation under Masters.”

Sam must've clicked a few buttons because it took a few seconds for him to say, “Right this way.” And guide them to their table. “A waiter will be with you shortly.” He added once everyone sat down.

They were seated near the right wall and Castiel had an almost perfect view inside the kitchen from his position. He could see Dean. Only when he passed in front of the window. His eyes were focused, speaking to another chef every few moments, or casting his gaze downward to—as far as Castiel could tell because the window into the kitchen only showed so much—properly garnish a plate to send it out into the dining area.

Compared to the last few times Castiel had seen him, Dean wore a simple clean and crisp white chef's jacket. Without the bandana, he could get a clearer look at the snake tattoo curled up on the side of his neck.

“Clarence? Clarence!” Meg snapped in front of his face before he took hold of her wrist from irritation. She pulled it away with a small laugh. “God, someone’s smitten.”

Claire let out a soft laugh as well, shaking her head. “Yeah, he doesn't normally hole himself in his room for weeks for just any article.” She teased.

Castiel frowned and glanced down at the napkin he began to fiddle with. The two closest women in his life were ganging up on him. Although, he supposed it was warranted. He was smitten. And he was a perfectionist when it came to this article in particular. He wanted to do right by Dean. It was an unexplainable feeling, he had only seen and talked to the man twice prior.

After a bit of small talk between Meg and Claire, mostly just about how she was doing in school, the waitress came by.

“Hello! My name's Jo, I'll be your server for tonight.” Jo was a bubbly blonde woman who seemed to be a little younger than Dean, however, still mature. Castiel could start to understand what Dean meant about only hiring friends. “Can I get you started with any drinks? We do have specialty cocktails, the head chef here is also quite the mixologist.” She winked to no one in particular.

Castiel blinked, how did Dean not tell him this? He shook his head. It didn't come up and he didn't think to ask. He flipped the pages of the menu to the back where the drinks were listed.

“I'll just take a water for now, thanks.” Meg gave Jo a light smile.

Claire pursed her lips. “Can I get a Dr. Pepper if you have it, please?” Some things never changed. Castiel smiled at her request.

Jo jotted those two drinks down on her notepad. “I could not imagine not having Dr. Pepper knowing Dean.” She said under her breath.

“Can I have a Corpse Reviver?” Castiel asked, feeling a little unsettled by the words coming out of his mouth.

Jo chuckled softly at the timid request. “Of course. I hope you like Aviation Gin.” She smiled. “I'll get back to you with those drinks.” She left the table.

Castiel glanced between Claire and Meg. “What's… Aviation Gin?”

Claire looked at her father weirdly. “God, you know nothing.” His eyebrows furrowed. “Ryan Reynolds! He makes Gin. Well, he doesn't make the Gin, but he owns the company and is the spokesperson for it.”

Castiel knew of Ryan Reynolds. But only because of Claire, he didn't watch movies much, but she had forced him to watch Deadpool one and two. He wasn't the biggest fan but he could tell why Claire liked him so much. He was funny—it was more than half his charm.

Meg let out a snort, shaking her head. “Getting Cas to understand references is like trying to calm a bull, it just never works.”

“I get book references.” Castiel argued weakly.

“What's a book that's been recently published that you've read?” Meg cocked an eyebrow. Castiel stayed silent, glancing down at the table. “Yeah, that's what I thought.”

Castiel wasn't much of a combative person anyway, although he did sass some people in passing. Occasionally.

He glanced down at the menu and decided to change the subject. “Have you thought of what you want to get?”

“Interested in what a ‘white chili' entails.” Claire hummed, tapping against the laminated paper.

That piqued Castiel's interest as well. After a few seconds, he decided to take a picture of the menu. He had already tried the spaghetti, he now knew it was named Spaghetti Rosa because of its pinkish appearance, so he decided he would try something else.

A burger sounded nice. Castiel was a simple man, he really only liked cheese, ketchup, and pickles on his burgers, nothing else. So maybe one with peanut sauce and an egg would be nice to try.

“I never tried Tuscan Chicken before.” Meg hummed as she glanced down at the menu. “Seems like it'd be good.”

Sometimes Castiel wondered how he was friends with people who weren't as adventurous with food as he was. And, to be fair, Tuscan Chicken wasn't the wildest thing in the world. But Claire could say the same thing about Cas but with movies or books—he was set in stone with certain things, not even wanting to explore new things when he liked a certain thing so much.

“Here are your drinks.” Jo came back with a tray and set each drink down.

Castiel tasted his cocktail and was immediately surprised at just how good it tasted. Maybe he needed to test this cocktail everywhere else, however, he had a feeling no other place would compare to how Crossroads crafted it.

Jo folded the tray underneath her arm. “Are you ready to order or do you need a few more minutes to look at the menu?’

“I think we're ready to order.” Meg glanced at Castiel.

Everyone told Jo their order so she could go put it in. A part of Castiel wanted to march into the kitchen just so he could watch Dean in a busy kitchen up close but he was content with simply watching through the window.

“It's like we're not even here.” Meg commented.

Claire shrugged and let out a small laugh. “Try living with him.”

“Has he printed out pictures of Dean yet?” Meg asked, “Posted them on his wall?”

Claire laughed again. “I dunno, he doesn't let me in his room.”

Castiel was completely enraptured by the way Dean moved, even if he could only see his face and shoulders. Every so often, he could hear his voice each time a waiter came out of the kitchen with a plate or two. It was strong and commanding, even if he couldn't exactly hear what he was saying, he could hear that .

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Dean had been shouting out orders since eleven in the morning. Ever since they opened, it's felt like a fever dream. They were booked months in advance and that… felt good. His thing was going to be successful, he just hoped this success would last.

“Alright! One Tuscan chicken, one white chili, one PE burger!” He called out.

The kitchen responded, “Yes, chef!”

Dean set the ticket down in its proper place, scribbling a few things down as well as highlighting some others. Then he started to help plate and garnish a few dishes, making sure a basil leaf was placed at just the right angle that it balanced perfectly on the noodles.

Jo came in a few moments later with a smile on her face. She nudged Dean a little. “Castiel Novak is at table 30, by the way.”

Dean sighed, rolling his eyes a little. “Sam already told me. Their meal will be compensated.” He said, glancing at Jo out of the corner of his eyes. “Hands, please.”

Jo pursed her lips, trying to keep herself from smiling, and took the dishes Dean just finished up with and left the kitchen to bring them out.

Dean wasn't so sure what made Castiel so enticing in his eyes, but he liked the man. He was attractive and had a wonderfully deep voice he may or may not have gotten off to just thinking about it. There was an unexplainable pull, like a fishing line that was reeling Dean in whether he liked it or not.

“Charlie!” He called, motioning her to come to him and stop what she was doing. “Do you have any extra apricot mousse?”

Charlie nodded, “Always do, chef.”

“Do me a favor and save three portions for table 30.” Dean told her.

Charlie smirked, “Will do, chef.” She went back to her proper station and immediately set aside three portions of the mousse.

“One more PE burger! One fettuccine, no mushrooms!” Dean called out as he grabbed the ticket.

“Yes, chef!”

His eyes scanned the other tickets on their way before he glanced back up at the pass. “Hey, I need some goddamn hands!”

As if on cue, Kevin made his way into the kitchen and grabbed the plates that were sitting out.

Dean rubbed his forehead for a moment and took a breath. This was stressful as hell but… he liked it. He also kind of liked the added pressure of Castiel being there. Sure, the guy had already raved a lot about his food so Dean wasn't too worried about disappointing him but there was an element he wasn't sure he could explain properly.

The early evening went by smoothly. Every time Dean so much as glanced Cas’ way, his face flushed at just how much it looked like he was enjoying the food. And it made his heart warm because Castiel decided to share his food with his family. Now that filled his heart faster than a dam breaking.

But he still had a job to do.

“Jack, that sauce is breaking! Try again.” Dean caught it out of the corner of his eye as he scrapped a few tickets.

As a chef, he was very observant. Not to mention, Dean was plenty observant to begin with seeing as he had to look out for any signs that his father would have an outburst. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath.

He needed to remind himself sometimes that he wasn’t ten anymore. He had lived with Bobby as his father longer. He had lived as a man longer. Of course, that didn’t make the scars go away, but simply reminding himself of those things made living with them a little easier and helped them fade.

Sam gently touched Dean’s shoulder, looking over at his station and all the tickets on the board. “Castiel sends his compliments to the chef. And also thanks you for the free meal.” Dean could hear the smugness in his voice.

Guess Sam was following the handbook of younger siblings, being an annoying little shit.

“Don't you have people to take to tables?” Dean cocked an eyebrow, not once taking an eye off the tickets as he rearranged a few.

Sam put his hands up in a surrendering gesture, “Don't shoot the messenger.” He then retreated back out into the dining hall.

At least some of the stress was relieved now that Castiel was gone, he could go back to thinking he'd never see any of these patrons again unless they became regulars. While Crossroads delivered high-end food, their prices were relatively cheap. Which was what Dean wanted—to make high-quality meals at a lower price. So anyone could enjoy a nice meal every so often, not just the wealthy.

Time started flying far more than he had anticipated. Soon, the restaurant was closing and his staff was cleaning the entire place for the next day.

Dean let out a soft sigh and made his way to the back. His beloved Impala was parked out there. He was glad the building came with a staff parking lot, he didn't trust Chicago enough to leave his Baby in a parking garage for ten to twelve hours a day. No, he wanted his Baby where he could reach it.

Sometimes he wished he still smoked. Just to feel the cigarette burn against his fingers and let out the stress of the day. But he quit a while ago and didn't feel like making Emma or Sam worry about him like that ever again. Dean barely even drank anymore. He was sober, save for a few occasions like Hanukkah or birthdays.

He took a sip from his water bottle and looked up at the night sky. Sure, there was light pollution in the city but damn that moon was bright and the lights from skyscrapers acted like faux stars.

Occasionally, Dean thought about moving away to some rural area and buying a farm or something, but he realized he wouldn't know what to do with it. He was a busybody anyway. He always needed something to do.

Even at home, he'd clean the house, help Emma with homework, strum guitar a little, bake a cake, or cook dinner, breakfast, and lunch. He also worked out sometimes, he liked the way it made him feel. His workouts were not nearly as rigorous as Sam's, considering half his diet was also made of leaves, but it got the job done.

There was the increasing amount of tattoos across Dean's body. That was the only time he could stay still, only because the pain calmed him down in a weird way. The only addiction Sam didn't mind. Dean even had an appointment a few months out for a new one. It'd go on the back of his right hand.

He blinked a little when he felt his phone vibrate and chime in his pocket. He immediately took it out. Couldn't be Sam, he was still inside, as were most of the people he knew.

Cas: You really didn't have to pay for our meal today. I wanted to say thank you again. It was very thoughtful. I hope that if I come again, you'll let me pay for it next time. Have a good night!

Dean didn't even register the smile that was forming on his lips as he read the text. The type of smile that reached his eyes and made his skin crinkle a little at the edges.

He quickly typed out a response.

Dean: Don't worry about it, man. It's my restaurant after all. You have a good night too.

Dean scratched a little at his chin, wondering if maybe he could've written a little more. But it was too late, he already sent the text. He pursed his lips before he typed something else out.

Dean: When does the article come out?

Almost immediately, there was a text back.

Cas: In a few days! I'm excited to hear your thoughts.

A few more days. And Dean would be able to read what Cas thought of him and his restaurant. He was excited and nervous. Maybe that's why he was holding out on Cas, just to see his thoughts in a more substantial way.

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Full of Strawberries | ShinKami Oneshot

summary: ShinKami enjoy a market during strawberries season and relax at home

word count: 376

warnings: eating/food centered content

a/n: This oneshot is one out of three posts based on a request I received from the lovely @jasminesanura. View the longer oneshot and headcanons at the links provided here or at the end of this post!

Strawberry season was arguably the best time of the year. You could almost forget the choking heat with the pinks and reds of limited-time street food delectable enough to follow the tendrils of steam like some cartoon character. This market might as well have been made for Hitoshi so of course Denki was going to spoil the hell out of him.

“Baby, babe, boo. You’ve got strawberry juice on your face,” Denki coos, reaching up to wipe the juice from Shinsou’s chin.

“It’s so good, Denks.”

“I know.”

“Try another one.” Shinsou holds out his foot-long stick of candied strawberry. “This is one of those strawberry experiences I’ll remember for the rest of my life.”

“No cus me too except it’s even bigger for you because you love you some strawberries.”

Denki leans in and slides off the second to last strawberry. Since their first date, he’d learned to never turn down an offer of food from Shinsou after seeing him mope around for the next three days with a cloud over his head because he felt rejected. Never again.

“I wanna try the strawberry daifuku over there,” Hitoshi whispers as if it's some dirty secret.

“Sounds to dai for,” Denki whispers back.

He can’t help to break their quiet back and forth when Shinsou snorts at his stupid joke like he always did.

After making a meal out of strawberry street food, the couple lay sprawled out on Hitoshi’s unmade bed. His aching stomach was the only thing keeping him from melting into a food coma. He’d never sympathized with the gooey and syrupy life of strawberry compote until now.

“Toshi,” Denki says, poking his boyfriend's nose.

“Hm?”

“I have a joke.”

“Hit me.”

He sits up which, yeah, that was a mistake but he’ll do anything for the bit.

“Look at me.”

He loves the way Shinsou’s eyes instantly lock onto him and the utter look of confusion on his face as Denki sticks out his tongue, inevitably getting some spit on Hitoshi as he blows.

“I just blew a raspberry even though I’m full of strawberries!”

Hitoshi turns away from Denki to look at the ceiling with his hands resting on his bloated stomach.

“This might be the best day of my life.”

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Food delivery~! One Gyutaro fic snippet!

So, it began; the new routine that you and Gyutaro shared with each other started simple enough; he came when you called after your shifts, right after you finished washing away the obscenities of the day and slipping into some nightwear, and he almost always appeared, sometimes with little gifts that reminded him of you, never shared where he got them though, always simply telling you to not worry as he slipped the newest hairpin into your hair. He always tried to bring you something new each time. Daki, of course, noticed her brother’s new routine, watching you both carefully, searching for any excuse to devour you; you were beautiful after all, so you would make an excellent meal, particularly your eyes. She would love to feast on them like fine pieces of candy, the delectable looking things, but Gyutaro would never allow such a thing, she’s tried and has physically been restrained and scolded by him, her sash always being cut whenever she captured you to try and make a meal out of you. Daki always complained when he carried you away back to your room to convince you that it was a bad dream. “I don’t need my human fearing me because you can’t control your appetite.” He’d say, carrying a curled up you in his arms, cooing over how sweet you were so adorable snuggling against him. It almost made the demoness want to puke, yet her brother seemed so happy, so genuinely happy with you being curled up in his grasp. Daki supposed she could tolerate you since Gyutaro was taking so much pleasure in your presence, though it didn’t change how she found you annoying.

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Indulging in the Sweet Revolution: The Vegan Confectionery Craze

Sweet tooth acting up? Looking for guilt-free indulgence? The global vegan confectionery market has got your cravings covered! Let's dive into the delectable details of this booming industry that's transforming the way we satisfy our sweet desires. A Sweet Symphony of Growth 🍫🌱

A Sweet Symphony of Growth 🍫🌱

The vegan confectionery market is not just a trend; it’s a sweet revolution. Valued at a whopping USD 1.23 billion in 2022, this market is on a trajectory to hit USD 2.88 billion by 2031, boasting a tantalizing growth rate of 9.9%. What’s fuelling this confectionery craze? Well, it’s a delightful mix of animal welfare concerns, personal health consciousness, and a dash of environmental sustainability.

A Global Shift to Plant-Based Bliss 🌍🌿

Picture this: 38.5% of U.K. citizens reducing animal product consumption for health reasons, with an additional 23% joining the plant-based party since the Covid-19 pandemic. The vegan confectionery industry is basking in the limelight, witnessing an 83% surge in vegan chocolate confectionery products in Europe from 2017 to 2022. It’s not just about health; it’s about lactose intolerance awareness and a growing appetite for dairy-free delights.

Big Retailers Joining the Sweet Symphony 🛒🌿

Walmart, the retail giant, is not sleeping on the plant-based parade. Recognizing the potential of the vegan food market, it’s expanding its offerings to cater to the growing demand for compassionate confections. As lactose intolerance spreads its wings globally, the demand for dairy-free treats is creating a sweet spot for manufacturers in the vegan confectionery sector.

Global Vegan Confectionery Market Snapshot 📈🌱

Market Size: USD 1.23 billion Growth Rate: 9.9% CAGR Distribution Channels: Offline stealing the spotlight, but Online growing at the speed of a sugar rush

Regional Sweet Spots 🌎🍬

North America: Leading the pack with a sweet tooth, driven by a shift to vegan diets, health awareness, and a fondness for plant-based products.

Asia-Pacific: Climbing the confectionery ladder swiftly, thanks to diversifying tastes, ethical awareness, and urbanization trends.

Europe: A confectionery paradise with countries like Germany, Italy, and France embracing vegan delights, creating opportunities for on-the-go plant-based candies.

Tasting the Success: Product and Distribution Delights 🍭🛍️

Product Segment: The triumphant trio of sugar, wheat, and chocolate dominates the vegan confectionery kingdom. Flour-based treats like pastries and cookies are the rising stars, captivating taste buds and contributing to the market’s rapid growth.

Distribution Channels: While offline channels hold the throne, online platforms are catching up. The comfort of buying vegan goodies from home is becoming as popular as a midnight snack.

For More Information: https://www.skyquestt.com/report/vegan-confectionery-market

The Ingredients of Success 🌱🍫

Drivers of Growth:

Innovation in Ingredients and Flavors: Confectioners are on a mission to tantalize taste buds with inventive organic ingredients like seeds, nuts, and fruits, creating a symphony of flavors.

Increasing Demand for Plant-Based Products: Sustainability is the name of the game. As the world shifts towards ethical consumption, the demand for plant-based and vegan options, including confections, continues to rise.

Challenges:

Higher Production Costs: Crafting the perfect plant-based treat can be pricey, with premium ingredients pushing production costs higher. Budget constraints may hinder entry for some, but ethical consumers might find it worth the extra pennies.

Texture and Taste Replication: Creating vegan alternatives that match the texture and taste of traditional sweets is a challenge. It requires hefty investments in research and development to win over picky consumers.

The Sweet Players in the Game 🍬🏆

Meet the maestros behind the vegan confectionery symphony:

Unreal Candy (USA)

Veganz (Germany)

Loving Earth (Australia)

Go Max Go Foods (USA)

Moo Free Chocolates (UK)

Vantastic Foods (Germany)

… and many more crafting cruelty-free delights!

Recent Sweet Serenades 🎶🍫

Barry Callebaut’s Plant Craft: A new line of vegan chocolates hitting the sweet spot in January 2023.

Oreo’s Vegan Twist: Mondelez International unveils a vegan Oreo variant in February 2023.

KitKat Goes Vegan: Nestlé joins the plant-based party with a vegan KitKat in March 2023.

The Sweet Outlook 🌈🍭

As the world embraces veganism, the global vegan confectionery market is set for an irresistible expansion. The shift towards ethical, sustainable, and health-conscious food choices is reshaping the way we enjoy our sweet delights. So, whether you’re a seasoned vegan or just dipping your toes into the plant-based pond, the world of vegan confectionery welcomes you to a guilt-free, compassionate indulgence. Bon appétit! 🌱🍬

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SkyQuest Technology Group is a Global Market Intelligence, Innovation Management & Commercialization organization that connects innovation to new markets, networks & collaborators for achieving Sustainable Development Goals.

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Massachusetts 01886

USA (+1) 617–230–0741

Email- [email protected]

Website: https://www.skyquestt.com

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Indulging in the Sweet Revolution: The Vegan Confectionery Craze

Sweet tooth acting up? Looking for guilt-free indulgence? The global vegan confectionery market has got your cravings covered! Let’s dive into the delectable details of this booming industry that’s transforming the way we satisfy our sweet desires.

A Sweet Symphony of Growth 🍫🌱

A Global Shift to Plant-Based Bliss 🌍🌿

Big Retailers Joining the Sweet Symphony 🛒🌿

Global Vegan Confectionery Market Snapshot 📈🌱

Market Size: USD 1.23 billion Growth Rate: 9.9% CAGR Distribution Channels: Offline stealing the spotlight, but Online growing at the speed of a sugar rush

Regional Sweet Spots 🌎🍬

North America: Leading the pack with a sweet tooth, driven by a shift to vegan diets, health awareness, and a fondness for plant-based products.

Asia-Pacific: Climbing the confectionery ladder swiftly, thanks to diversifying tastes, ethical awareness, and urbanization trends.

Europe: A confectionery paradise with countries like Germany, Italy, and France embracing vegan delights, creating opportunities for on-the-go plant-based candies.

Tasting the Success: Product and Distribution Delights 🍭🛍️

Distribution Channels: While offline channels hold the throne, online platforms are catching up. The comfort of buying vegan goodies from home is becoming as popular as a midnight snack.

For More Information: https://www.skyquestt.com/report/vegan-confectionery-market

The Ingredients of Success 🌱🍫

Drivers of Growth:

Innovation in Ingredients and Flavors: Confectioners are on a mission to tantalize taste buds with inventive organic ingredients like seeds, nuts, and fruits, creating a symphony of flavors.

Challenges:

The Sweet Players in the Game 🍬🏆

Meet the maestros behind the vegan confectionery symphony:

Unreal Candy (USA)

Veganz (Germany)

Loving Earth (Australia)

Go Max Go Foods (USA)

Moo Free Chocolates (UK)

Vantastic Foods (Germany)

… and many more crafting cruelty-free delights!

Recent Sweet Serenades 🎶🍫

Barry Callebaut’s Plant Craft: A new line of vegan chocolates hitting the sweet spot in January 2023.

Oreo’s Vegan Twist: Mondelez International unveils a vegan Oreo variant in February 2023.

KitKat Goes Vegan: Nestlé joins the plant-based party with a vegan KitKat in March 2023.

The Sweet Outlook 🌈🍭

About Us-

SkyQuest Technology Consulting Pvt. Ltd.

1 Apache Way,

Westford,

Massachusetts 01886

USA (+1) 617–230–0741

Email- [email protected]

Website: https://www.skyquestt.com

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#3: Cheese Wheel Pasta

Let me preface this by saying that this meal is one that I have DREAMED of trying ever since the first time I saw it on TikTok. I never really thought I would encounter it, and I sure didn’t expect to see it at the Lübeck Christmas Market. If you frequent foodie TikTok like I do, you’ve no doubt seen it before. I am talking about the wonderful, amazing, delectable cheese wheel pasta.

When I saw the cheese wheel in the distance as I was walking through the stalls at the Christmas Market, I gasped so loudly that I startled poor Allison. I had already had dinner that night, as it was our very first night in Germany and we had just had our welcome dinner, but I swore that I would get it for lunch the next day.

As fate would have it, Sarah Grace suggested going to the market for lunch, and I told her about the cheese wheel pasta. She was just as excited as I had been, so we went to get it together. Since it was an outdoor stall, they cooked the pasta right in front of you, with cheese scraped straight from the wheel. We were both practically bouncing with excitement until we were handed our pasta and we finally got to try it.

That pasta was unlike anything I had ever tried. It was sharp, it was oniony, and boy was it cheesy. While I am not the greatest fan of sharp cheeses like Swiss and Parmesan, which the pasta was definitely made with, it was still pretty darn delicious. More than anything, I really enjoyed getting to taste something I had dreamed of trying for quite a while. For that, this pasta is my #3 food from the trip.

P.S.

The Christmas Market itself was an amazing experience. It is something that Lüeck is famous for. The market has a large array of foods including this delectable pasta. There was bratwurst, currywurst, candy stands, candied nuts, bars, and a stand with big, beautifully decorated gingerbread hearts, which Lübeck’s Christmas Market is known for.

Aside from food, the market had a wallet and purse stand, Christmas ornaments, multiple jewelry stands, crystal stands, and a stand with little glass animals. I highly recommend going by the market if you ever find yourself in Lübeck during Christmastime.

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Looking for Some Delectable Appetizers for your Party?

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Looking for Some Delectable Appetizers for your Party?

Are you ready to take your gatherings to the next level? Picture your friends and family gathered around, laughter filling the air, conversations flowing, and taste buds tingling with delight. What’s the secret ingredient to take your gathering to the next level? It’s simple—delectable appetizers! In this guide, we’ll talk about culinary delights, exploring the best party appetizers that will elevate your gatherings to epic proportions.

Contents

1 Tasty Appetizers for Parties!

2 Types of Appetizers

3 Creating a Balanced Appetizer Menu

4 The Best Party Appetizers

5 Presentation and Garnishes

6 Serving and Beverage Pairing

7 Personalization and Creativity

Tasty Appetizers for Parties!

Before we go to the main topic, let’s first talk about why these small bites are essential for any successful party. Appetizers aren’t just about tantalizing taste buds; they’re the opening act that sets the stage for your party’s main event. They stimulate appetites, initiate conversations, and create a warm and welcoming atmosphere that draws guests in like a magnet and promises a fantastic evening of togetherness and fun.

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Types of Appetizers

Now, let’s get down to the details—what exactly are the types of appetizers that can turn your party into a culinary extravaganza? For classic appetizer aficionados, finger foods, like crispy chicken wings with homemade ranch dip and bacon-wrapped dates with goat cheese, are perfect for mingling. Feeling a bit adventurous? How about spinach and artichoke dips or mango salsa with tortilla chips, will have your guests reaching for more. And skewers, like prosciutto-wrapped asparagus and cucumber bites, are as visually appealing as they are delicious.

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Best of all, we’ve got something for everyone, including those with dietary restrictions! For our vegetarian friends, try Mini Spinach and Feta Quiches or Stuffed Mushrooms with a flavorful herb and cheese filling. Don’t worry, gluten-free folks! Serve up some Crispy Rice Paper Spring Rolls or Sweet Potato Rounds with Goat Cheese and Honey for a gluten-free party that everyone can enjoy.

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Creating a Balanced Appetizer Menu

Variety is the spice of life, and the same holds true for your appetizer menu. To create a harmonious spread, aim for a balance of flavors, textures, and presentation. If your party has a theme, don’t forget to consider that when selecting your appetizers. A luau-themed bash calls for tropical-inspired bites, while a cozy winter gathering might crave warm and hearty options.

The Best Party Appetizers

Now, the moment you’ve been waiting for—let’s unveil the stars of the show! These are the best party appetizers that will leave your guests clamoring for seconds. We’ve scoured the culinary landscape to bring you these mouthwatering delights, each designed to impress and satisfy. Let’s begin with bite-sized Stuffed Mushrooms featuring herbed cream cheese for a savory flavor explosion. For a healthier twist on buffalo wings, try Buffalo Cauliflower Bites that bring the heat with a spicy kick. Transport your taste buds to a tropical paradise with the refreshing and vibrant Mango Shrimp Ceviche.

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Elevate your soirée with the elegance of Mini Beef Wellingtons. For a simple yet irresistible option, serve Homemade Bruschetta, a classic Italian dish that never disappoints. Delight your guests with the crispy layers and savory spinach and feta filling of Spinach and Feta Phyllo Triangles, a true crowd-pleaser. Finally, embrace comfort food at its finest with Loaded Nachos, allowing your guests to customize their nacho creations to their heart’s content. These appetizers will leave your guests craving more at your next gathering.

Presentation and Garnishes

Now, let’s talk presentation. Elevate your appetizers by thinking outside the plate. A beautifully presented appetizer is like a work of art that’s almost too good to eat—almost! Get creative with garnishes, serving platters, and utensils. The visual appeal of your spread is half the experience and will have your guests reaching for their cameras before they reach for their forks.

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Serving and Beverage Pairing

Timing is everything when it comes to serving appetizers. You don’t want them too early or too late. Keep them warm or chilled as needed to ensure they’re at their peak freshness. And what’s a party without drinks? We’ve got you covered there too! Elevate the experience with a zesty Margarita to complement the bold flavors of buffalo cauliflower bites, or sip on a classic Martini alongside elegant Mini Beef Wellingtons.

Delectable Appetizers Summer Soups

For the seafood lovers savoring mango shrimp ceviche, a crisp Sauvignon Blanc is a match made in heaven. Pair bruschetta with a refreshing Pinot Grigio, and enjoy a Cabernet Sauvignon with hearty spinach and feta phyllo triangles. Don’t forget about our friends who prefer non-alcoholic options. Offer sparkling water with a twist of lime to cleanse the palate, or create a fun DIY mocktail station with various juices and garnishes, allowing guests to craft their own custom refreshments. Cheers to a delightful sip with every bite!

Personalization and Creativity

As the host or hostess, you have the power to make your party uniquely yours. Explore themed appetizer ideas for special occasions and learn how to customize appetizers to match your party’s theme. Hosting a tropical luau? Adapt shrimp ceviche with a pineapple twist. For a rustic affair, consider a charcuterie board with cured meats and artisanal cheeses.

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Planning a Mexican fiesta? Load your nachos with vibrant salsa and guacamole. Don’t be afraid to get creative and experiment; after all, culinary delights are all about embracing your inner food artist!

Finally

In summary, the world of appetizers is an incredible realm of culinary delights waiting to be explored. By incorporating the best party appetizers, you can elevate your gatherings and create unforgettable moments for you and your guests. They set the tone, tantalize taste buds, and bring people together. So, why wait? Do forth and conquer the culinary world, one delectable appetizer at a time. Your guests will thank you, and your parties will never be the same again.

#Appetizers

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Healthy Snacks to Eat During Pregnancy

Eating healthy is a primary focus of most women during pregnancy. Indian women especially are blessed when it comes to making meal choices, as a traditional Indian diet is well-balanced in terms of taste & nutrition.

While there are many options available for the main meals, women often find themselves perplexed during those untimely hunger episodes when all they want is a delicious yet healthy snack.

As opposed to the common misconception you don't need to eat for two during pregnancy. However, you want to gain a steady weight while making healthy food choices during your pregnancy. It is easy to simply open a pack of chips or devour a candy bar when those snack cravings strike. Although this is alright once in a while, you want to keep your pantry stocked with healthy items to whip up a quick snack when you are hungry.

If you are confused about healthy yet yummy snacks, you are in the right place. The choices are endless, and we are here to help you make good ones. Let us look at some scrumptious snacks that won't make you feel guilty afterwards and will also satisfy your pregnancy cravings perfectly.

16 Healthy Snacks to Eat During Pregnancy

Peanut Chaat: Peanuts are rich in folic acid, proteins, healthy fats and other nutrients. Mix them with different vegetables to add the goodness of fibre, vitamins, and minerals. Mix in your favourite chutneys, spices, and a squeeze of lemon juice, and you got yourself the perfect sweet, tangy, and spicy chaat that is yummy and healthy.

Vegetable Cutlet: Mix vegetable cutlets are a great Indian snack that is highly customisable as per your choice. Mix together all your favourite vegetables and spices, shape them into cutlets, coat them with breadcrumbs and shallow fry or air-fry. Enjoy these goodies with green chutney. The best part is you can make them in advance and freeze them. This will solve your search for healthy snacks during pregnancy. Similar choices may include Kala chana or Rajma kebabs.

Oats Banana Pancake: If you are looking for some sweet yet healthy snacks to eat during pregnancy, oats banana pancakes are a perfect choice. Mix together one egg, ¼ cup powdered oats, one banana, baking powder, and some milk to make these nutritious yet delectable pancakes.

Curd rice: If you have some leftover white rice, you can quickly whip up this yummy dish to cool your cravings on a hot day. Mix some leftover rice with yoghurt and add grated cucumber and carrots. Set aside for 10 minutes. Temper by heating some ghee and adding asafoetida, dried red chillies, mustard seeds and curry leaves.

Mini idlis: Fermented foods are highly nutritious. Idlis with coconut chutney are the perfect comfort food that has healthy fats, protein and carbohydrates to keep you satisfied.

Dhokla: Dhokla, another fermented food, is also one of the best healthy snacks for pregnant women. Dhoklas are low in calories but high in probiotics, protein content, and of course, taste. You can even increase their nutritional value by adding grated vegetables to the batter.

Mixed Nut Laddoo or Peanut Chikki: This is another great way to satisfy your sweet cravings. As Indians, we have a wide variety of nutritious laddoo recipes available; be it rava coconut laddoo, ragi badam laddoo, or besan laddoo, the choices are endless. The ghee and nuts provide healthy fats. You can add your choice of sweeteners like dates or jaggery to add to the health benefits. Peanut Chikki can also be a good option to treat your sweet cravings. These desserts should be eaten in portioned amounts. Also, if you have been diagnosed with gestational diabetes, talk to your doctor or dietician about how much and what type of sweets are allowed for you.

Bhel Puri: Puffed rice, or Murmura, is a light snack used to make Bhel Puri. You can mix a ton of toppings to make it tasty yet healthy.

Fruits Chaat/Salad: Fruit chaat or a fruit salad also works as a great pregnancy snack. It is full of fibre, vitamins, and minerals. You can also add soaked chia seeds or nuts to make it tastier and healthier.

Vegetable Sticks with Hummus: Hummus is one of the most nutritious dips. It is full of protein, healthy fats, and complex carbohydrates. Cut vegetables like cucumber, carrots, beetroot, and calcium into sticks. Dip them in hummus for a nutritious and high-fibre snack.

Fresh Fruits: If you are searching for a quick pregnancy snack without going through much hassle, fresh fruits are amazing. They help satisfy your cravings while providing great nutrition. You can even opt for mixed fruit smoothies if you are in the mood for something cold and refreshing.

Sprouts salad: Sprouts are high in nutrition content and are great for you and your baby. Sprouts are easily digestible and low in calories. They have a high protein content and work great in salads and chaats. Add some grilled paneer to your salad or chaats for added protein.

Roasted Chana or Peanuts: Having roasted chana or peanuts around the house is great for times when hunger strikes suddenly.

Chole Chaat: Chickpeas are a rich source of dietary fibre, folate, magnesium, potassium and iron, making their easy-to-make chaat a healthy snack.

Egg salad: Egg carries all the nutrients essential for your pregnancy. You can quickly whip up a boiled egg salad for a fast snack. You can make homemade mayonnaise or use Greek yoghurt dressing for a healthier alternative.

Grilled Chicken Whole Wheat Sandwich: Chicken works as a great source of lean protein. Make a healthy sandwich using wholewheat bread, leftover or freshly grilled chicken and a choice of vegetables. You can even add a slice of cheese and elevate the taste of the sandwich with green chutney for a yummy evening snack during pregnancy.

These are just a few options for healthy yet appetising items ideal as afternoon or evening snacks during pregnancy. You can always customise these snacks based on your preferences, allergies, and nutritional requirements.

We hope these snack ideas will work for you, and you will not have to turn to junk food when those crazy cravings strike!

Link: https://www.carehospitals.com/blog-detail/healthy-snacks-to-eat-during-pregnancy/

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Menus to consider for Christmas in July

It feels like only yesterday that we were discussing Christmas, the summer vacations, and our resolutions. It is hard to think it is already July. We will probably be talking about Christmas again before you realize it.

And odds are, if you are celebrating Christmas in July, you will be doing it very soon Best Catering Melbourne.

Take part in a traditional Christmas in July feast.

What comes to mind right away when you think of Christmas?

If you are like us, you likely replied with gifts, trees, and food.

A significant component of what makes Christmas unique is food. Now, it does not mean we will not come up with an explanation not to celebrate a typical white Christmas like our neighbors in the northern hemisphere!

Buffet, and barbecue

Without flavourful, tender meat, what would Christmas dinner be?

From our menus, traditionalists can choose from a variety of classic packages.

You can also look through our buffet, and BBQ menus, which include:

Continental Homemade sausages

Black Angus Beef burger

Slow-cooked chicken skewers

Potato salad, dill cucumber, pickled shallots, peas, roast garlic aioli

Above is only a sneak peek at the vast range of delicacies that awaits you.

Enjoy a Christmas meal that is vegetarian.

We at the Big Flavours think that everyone has the right to a delicious meal, especially on important occasions like Christmas (In July).

Vegetarian options must be included on the Christmas catering menu if you want to wow your vegetarian guests. Our most precious Pan-roasted herb gnocchi, caramelized cauliflower puree, walnut pesto, Lightly Charred cauliflower, golden raisins, rocket pesto, and pinenuts will do the deed for your exuberant party!

Sweet-Tooth, hello!

The delectable treats are something you must not miss! With a pleasant end to your meal, nothing can go wrong. The only drawback is the significant amount of work involved. We recognize that not everyone has the necessary patience for it, especially considering there is not a two-week holiday for Christmas in July!

Here, we have got you covered by providing some of the following:

Tiramisu, Kahlua, cocoa Pavlova, Chantilly, berries, fruit dust GF Lemon curd tart, candied rhubarb, honey crumbs Triple Chocolate brownie, caramelised walnuts Baked raspberry cheesecake, chocolate chard

Coconut Panacotta, lemongrass, kaffir lime GF

These are just the starter to your dessert plate. Fortunately, we can support you there with our efficient Christmas Catering Company Melbourne.

Talk to us about our selection of sides if you do not have the time to prepare the food entirely on your own.

Scrumptious Christmas in July party fare

Do you have a major celebration planned for Christmas in July?

We can cater to every event, guest list, and palate, offering everything from platters and beverages to food stations and 3-course gourmet dining!

Christmas in July does not have to be stressful to prepare for, but unlike Christmas itself, you do not have two weeks off! Having the entire Christmas experience, even in the middle of July, becomes much more doable with Big Flavours on your side.

View a variety of menus and place an order here, or contact us and let us know a little bit about your event!

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4 Times Peter Said I Love You + 1 Time You Said It Back

A/N: Warnings will be added to this one due to smut and violence. However, I’ve been working on this one for awhile and I love it and I hope you guys do. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, DNI if you are under 18! Depictions of violence.

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The -ber months were the best of the year and no one can argue with that. September meant the crisp air was starting to make its return, October was spooky season, November was stuffing your face with Aunt May’s delectable spread, and December was Christmas. Nothing beat the -ber months.

You sat on the porch steps of Aunt May’s house, a bowl of candy sitting on your lap as you handed out candy to the neighborhood kids. You had picked your costume out specifically for your best friend this year. May had about fallen over in laughter when she saw you walk out of Peter’s old bedroom.

He was supposed to be here over an hour ago, but you and May had been having a blast as you watched the streets become more flooded with kids and parents, begging for candy. The house was decked out with decorations, the lawn filled with an ominous fog and a strobe light, plus faux spider webs along the porch railing that Peter insisted on having. The entire neighborhood had gone in together this year and it looked amazing.

You knew why Peter was late, it had been on the news. Some massive robbery was happening downtown and who else would be there to take care of it other than Spider-Man? You just hoped he would be okay. Whenever his responsibilities came up, it made your heart clench.

Love is a strong word. One that you aren’t entirely comfortable with using. Did you say you loved things? Sure, all the time. You loved when a towel was still warm after being in the dryer. You loved when it rained so hard it looked like mist in the air. You loved the sound of Christmas music playing in department stores during the holidays. But using it towards people was an awkward experience for you.

You said it to May, the woman who had been a second mother to you since middle school, every time you saw her. You said it to Ben occasionally growing up. You said it to your mom whenever you hung up the phone. But it never came out naturally like how you hoped it would. Especially to Peter.

Feelings and Peter went hand in hand in your world. You had been in love with the dorky boy since you had first met him in sixth grade when he stood up to a bully for you when they took your puppy dog notebook that you had begged your mom for and threw it in the garbage, spilling rotten food all over it.

He had been your hero that day and every day since. You were the first person he told about Spider-Man because he had no idea what to do and was in a full blown panic in your room. Your mom had come up the stairs after hearing talking and your eyes just about bugged out of your head when he jumped onto the ceiling and stayed there until she left.

Years later you were still as close as ever and your feelings had only grown, but Peter didn’t see you that way. No, in his eyes you were the shadow he had been stuck with since sixth grade. He would never put it that way to you, unless you pissed him off, but he loved you as a friend. His best friend, as he always liked to remind you, no matter how much it twisted the knife in your gut whenever he said it.

He knew how to handle every problem you threw his way, even when it was something new. He was the smartest person you knew and you felt comfortable going to him with your issues. Peter wouldn’t have it any other way for his best friend.

You could handle being the best friend. It meant that you got to spend time with him whenever you wanted, that you would be a constant in his life no matter what. You had made your peace with that your freshman year of college as you watched Peter blossom. He had come out of his shell, becoming a much more confident figure and you loved that for him.

“We’re almost out of candy. I’m gonna go grab another bag,” you stood from your spot on the porch, handing the bowl to May and heard the costume's plastic rub together as you walked. May’s voice called out your name as you grabbed another bag from the stash in the living room and as you walked out, you peeked out the curtain and saw him there.

His hair was slicked back, some black spray on dye in his hair. His face was painted white and had fake blood around the corners of his mouth or what you hoped was fake blood. His long black cloak popped up at the neck, and the frilly shirt with the puffiest sleeves suited him more than you would like to admit.

You quickly grabbed the mask that was by the front door and slipped it on, trying to hold in your laughter as you did. You opened the door and Peter’s arm went up, covering half his face with the cloak, but before he could start his spiel as Dracula his eyes went wide, the black eye makeup hiding his honey-wheat eyes.

He doubled over, grabbing the porch banister as his laughter boomed, May wiping tears from her eyes at the sight before her. “Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, here to help,” you tried your best to mimic his voice, but failed as the giggles weaved into your words.

“I need a picture of this. Please, do the pose, please!” Peter grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of you as you crouched down into his signature pose, the mask askew, the fake muscle making it difficult to move and squeaking as you attempted to mimic him. May continued handing out candy to the kids as you and Peter laughed about each other's costumes, him more than you.

Peter had taken over helping you hand out candy, letting May head to bed after a long shift at the hospital that day. You took the mask off, gasping for air afterwards, hair standing in a million different directions. “How can you breathe in this thing?” He took the mask from you and put it on over his head and looked around and laughed as he did.

“I can’t see fucking shit out of this thing,” you snorted, handing out a handful of candy to a Winnie the Pooh that walked by. He ripped the mask off, tossing it onto the porch behind you both and took the real one out of his backpack, pulling it onto your head.

It was far too big, hanging loosely around the jaw and neck as you looked at the boy next to you who was fighting another fit of laughter at the sight. “God damn, Peter. Your head is massive,” he clutched at his stomach as you jumped up, doing what could only be described as shitty parkour, trying to mime the moves you had seen him do more than once.

You were out of breath at the end as you hopped off the porch railing. Plopping down next to him, Peter pulled the mask off from your head and wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you towards him. His lips landed on your temple as he handed out more candy to kids. “God, I love you.”

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as your face burned. The spot where Peter’s lips had landed tingled and you had to fight every urge to touch it. He meant as a friend. Of course he did. Peter loved you as a friend.

You pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind as the pizza delivery guy stood in front of you and you ran to grab your bag to tip him. Peter took the pizza and handed you a slice as he bit into his, throwing his head back and demolishing it in three bites before going in for another slice.

Instinctively, your thumb came to his cheek and wiped the stray sauce away as you smirked at him. “Happy Halloween, Dracula.”

two

You were sloshed. It was a Friday night and that week at work had been hell. Peter stood in your kitchen, dancing around in his socks as he grabbed another beer. You had been drinking Jack and Monsters and two of them had you drunk.

“Okay and get this. That promotion I was up for? You-ya remember that right? I told you ‘bout it like, I dunno three weeks ago. They got rid of the position! Bye-bye promotion. It’s like why the hell do I even try?” Peter stood at the island, eyes gleaming as he watched you, head upside down over the arm of the couch, telling him about your week.

It took a lot to get Peter drunk and while he was most definitely buzzed, he was nowhere near as gone as you were. He had a smirk taking over his plump lips as he watched you try to form actual sentences, your words slurring together.

He knew you were warm from the drinks, but you sat up and pulled your sweater off, leaving you only in the slip you had worn under your dress that day and he felt like he needed to look away, but he couldn’t bring himself to. You stood up and walked into the kitchen, going to make yourself another drink and he shook his head as you attempted to.

“How about water instead?” you pouted and it took every bit of self restraint he had not to kiss the pout away from your lips. “You’re no fun,” your self inhibitions had all but diminished and you didn’t realize how close you were standing to Peter. All you had to do was look up just a tiny bit and your lips would have connected.

His eyes moved between yours and your lips, wanting to make the move so bad, letting the buzz cloud over his rational thoughts. Maybe he was more drunk than he thought. You knew he was, his skin was tinted pink which it always did when he had a bit too much to drink.

Peter rested his forehead against yours and you tilted your head back a bit, letting your lips brush against his for a split second, just wanting to see how it would feel. Your eyes had fluttered shut, Peter took in a shaky breath as he watched you. Your lips slightly parted and your eyelashes touched your cheekbones. It felt like you had been electrocuted, your lips ached to do it again.

His hand landed on your jaw, kissing you again with more force. You wrapped your arms around his neck, lacing your fingers in his chestnut locks, pulling him even closer. His tongue swept across your bottom lip, begging for entry. When your lips parted, his taste flooded your senses.

The cinnamon gun he had been chewing earlier had some remnants, the beer and its nutty aftertaste poured onto your tastebuds, and a flavor that was distinctly Peter had a small whimper leave your throat. His hands had a firm grip on your hips, the silk felt cool under his fingertips as he slowly inched the fabric up.

His hands went to the undersides of your thighs, lifting you with absolute ease. Your legs locked around his waist instinctively. He started moving you both towards your room, gently laying you down on the unmade, messy comforter and sheets, lips never parting until he quickly pulled back, almost ripping his sweater off as you worked on his sweats.

Those damn gray sweats that left nothing to the imagination, even with his boxer briefs acting as the barrier. His finger tilted your chin up, locking eyes as he spoke. “Are you sure you wanna do this, baby?” You nodded eagerly, not wanting to let on how badly you wanted this. How often you thought about this exact scenario happening. That you had touched yourself more than once to the thought of Peter, imagining it was his hands, not yours.

His lips captured yours again, his hands bunching up the dress, removing it from your body. He faltered momentarily, eyes glancing at your bare chest, a strangled moan erupting from his throat at the sight. Light butterfly kisses littered your skin as he moved down your neck, across the tops of your breasts, in the valley between them before his hands cupped them.

Your breathing was ragged as you watched him, his lips wrapped around a nipple as your head fell back against the pillows. Your breathing all but stopped at the feeling. His fingers pinched and rolled the other before switching.

Your fingers pulled at his hair, forcing him to come back to you, tongues fighting for dominance. You pushed Peter onto his back, his eyes widening as you crouched between his legs.

His chest rose and fell rapidly as you moved the briefs down, his cock coming free. His head was weeping with precum as you took him in your hand for the first time. Your thumb swept at the slit, using it as lube as you gently brought your hand down his length.

His eyes slipped shut as you reached the base, a small groan falling from his swollen lips. You watched him in awe, taking him in in a way you hadn’t before.

His jaw was straining, adam's apple bobbing, eyes clenched shut, veins in his neck popping, and a flush color painted his skin. You were curious to see what would happen if you made a sudden move.

You moved the tip of your tongue towards him, tracing the slit on him. His taste exploded in your mouth, instantly watering in response. A shaky breath that faded to an embarrassed chuckle before turning into a moan left him as his eyes watched you.

Your hand slowly pumped him, your tongue flattening on the underside of his shaft. His lips were parted, his tongue darting out to moisten them. Your eyes never left him, wanting to memorize this. Him.

When you reached his head again you pulled back only a couple inches, hearing a whimper leave the flustered boy below you. His knuckles were stark white as he gripped the comforter underneath him.

You spit on him, not that he needed the aid, but out of eagerness at his response. His eyes widened, jaw clicking as he tried to hold in whatever noise threatened to spill out.

You shook your head at him, moving back towards his cock, hand still moving achingly slow, grip never changing or loosening. “I wanna hear you, Peter,” the tension in his jaw released as you took him in your mouth.

You took him to the hilt on the first bob, relaxing your jaw and breathing through your nose, letting him hit the back of your throat. “Oh my god. Holy fuck,” you smirked to yourself at his moan, continuing the motion. His moans filled the room as did the lewd noises of you sucking him until his hands went to your hair.

Quickly releasing him from your mouth, you slapped his hands away. “No touching. I don’t need a guide and if you try again I won’t let you cum,” he swallowed nervously, his dick twitching at your words, nodding his head in response.

You pumped him again and kissed him chastly. “Good boy,” the praise had him moaning, his hands going back to the blanket, gripping like his life depended on it.

Taking him back in your mouth, you felt like you had become an addict. You knew you would never get enough of Peter Parker again. He was going to become an insatiable habit that you didn’t want to kick.

You pulled off, moving up to straddle him, feeling his achingly hard cock rub against your soaking core. You saw his eyes lock on your cunt, waiting to see himself sink into you.

Your clit was swollen after being neglected, but you didn’t want to touch yourself, only wanting to feel him enter you for the first time. You took him in your hand, gliding him into your heat. You could’ve cum from that feeling alone, your lids fluttering shut at the pleasure coursing through you.

Peter’s cries echoed against the walls, hips snapping up into yours. Your hands braced themselves on his chest, shaking your head at him.

“I didn’t tell you to move. Wait until I tell you,” the words were breathless as they escaped your lips. You grabbed his hands and gently guided one to your hip.

You took the other, moving it to your opening where he sat inside you. You let his fingers brush against where you joined together. His thumb moved towards your swollen nub, eliciting a gasp from you. Your head rolled back, exposing the expanse of your bare neck.

Peter committed every one of your movements to his memory. In complete wonderment at how you moved, taking control of this exchange. You leisurely moved your hips, shifting him inside you.

He almost came at the act, over sensitivity wracking him as you used him. You made the motion again, a whine leaving you. You continued the passive operation and Peter could feel himself coming apart as you whispered praises for him into the space between you both.

Peter didn’t move once, letting you drag your hips in the way you wanted, your velvet walls throbbing around him. He had never felt like this before and it was taking every ounce of self restraint to not finish.

Your moans caused goosebumps to erupt over his skin, never having heard a prettier sound before. If he could, he would listen to it all day.

It was what tipped him over, spilling into you, arms enclosing around you and crushing you to his chest as he rode his high.

You tsked at him, looking down at the boy whose skin was incredibly warm to the touch. “Did I say you could cum?” He opened his eyes, seeing your lust heavy lids cover most of your gaze.

Apologies tumbled from him as you sighed, pulling off of his length and moving further up him, your knees landing on either side of his head.

Your fingers tangled in his locks and his gaze fell to your leaking pussy, his seed dripping from your hole, mixing with your own arousal as it fell out.

“Make me cum. Be a good boy and make me cum,” Peter’s hands pulled you down before you finished talking. His eyes rolled back as he ran a stripe up your folds, gently sucking on your clit. “Holy shit, fuck. Petey,” your praises spurred him on as you began writhing on top of him.

You thrust your hips back and forth, feeling Peter’s bruising grip on your thighs, pulling you even closer to him. It took no time at all before you came undone on his face. Your grip loosened on his hair, Peter’s mouth continuing to work you through the aftermath of the best orgasm you’d ever had.

Slowly moving from your best friend's face, he had a shit eating grin plastered on his features. His chin and lips were glistening with your juice. You fell on the mattress next to him as he grabbed you, wrapping you up into him, a lazy kiss shared between you two.

He got up, leaving the space next to you empty, taking his warmth and comfort with him. Your eyes slipped shut, but reopened when you felt a warm washcloth press against you.

Peter had slipped back into his sweats, but he peppered kisses against your bare thighs, hips, and one quick peck to your over sensitive nub. He chuckled as you flinched at his kisses, handing you your discarded clothes.

His arms wrapped around you, securing you to his chest as your breathing evened out. His fingers played with your hair, a breathless laugh leaving him as he spoke while you began to fall asleep.

“You’re literally perfect. I love you, babe,” his lips landed on your hairline, but you were fast asleep by the time he finished.

three

You had seen Peter almost every night since your drunken rendezvous. Every night had ended up with you two sleeping together. He had come in as Spider-Man one night and didn’t even finish taking the suit off before he was in you.

Yet the relationship hadn’t shifted in the slightest. You just felt like you knew him better. The feelings that you had been grappling with for years were becoming almost unmanageable.

Peter was the person who you’d had feelings for since sixth grade and you hadn’t acted on them for a reason. What you had with him was fragile. A new aspect, a new branch, had been added to the complicated web, no pun intended, intricacies of your relationship. You didn’t want to rock the boat because with your luck you would capsize it and drown on the way down and you couldn’t lose Peter like that. He was the stability in your life and had been for about as long as you could remember.

Your thoughts ran through your mind as you checked your texts and saw a message from Peter, an image of your apartment and a text following with a quite lascivious description of what was waiting for you at home.

You giggled, starting to type a response when a hand clamped over your mouth, an arm enclosing around your torso and throwing you into an alley onto the filthy ground. The pain from the fall was nothing compared to the broken glass you landed in, feeling it slice your hands and cheek clean open.

“Give us your purse and you won’t get hurt,” you tossed your bag at the pair of guys, just praying they’d leave you alone if you gave them what they wanted.

The two rifled through your bag, but couldn’t find your wallet. A steel toed boot made impact with your stomach, a scream falling from you. “Where the fuck is your wallet, bitch?” Your eyes watered as a fist connected with your jaw, blood splattering from your mouth onto the grime below you.

You realized you had left it at home on your counter this morning. You and Peter had ordered takeout last night and you had removed it from your purse to tip the delivery boy and forgot to put it back in your bag. You were in a rush this morning, trying to not be late.

Another blinding blow landed on your left eye, it immediately swelled and dwindled your vision. You felt the two continue the assault, but let your mind wander to other thoughts, trying to take away from the reality of what was happening, and the pain that you had never imagined feeling that took you in its grips, not releasing, but only getting worse.

You weren’t sure how long they had been attacking you, but by the time they had finished you were unrecognizable. Blood poured down onto the murky ground below you. Each breath was agonizing as you forced yourself to move to grab your phone.

It was shattered, but the half typed message sat on your screen. “Hey siri, call Spidey and put it on speaker,” you choked out, cries flowing from you mixed with painful grunts and noises you weren’t sure were coming from you. You spit blood out of your mouth as his sweet, excited voice rang through the speaker into the alley.

“You know I don’t mind you working late, but it is just rude to leave-” you cut off his joking tone, a strangled and windless gasp leaving you as a new pain shot through you. “Peter. Help. I need help,” he had frozen as he heard your voice, his spidey-senses going haywire.

“Baby, where are you? How bad are you hurt? Where are you?” It felt like the wind continuously knocked out of you with every excruciating breath you took. “Work. Alley by work,” was all you could manage as you sobbed, the pain taking over every thought that riddled you.

He was talking, but no words were registering as mangled cries and sobs wracked you. Hands landed on you and you screamed, trying to move away from them.

“It’s me, it’s me, baby! It’s me,” your gaze went to him, one eye looking over the features that you knew by heart. Peter thought he would pass out from the rage that coursed through him at the sight of you.

The wail that came from you, crushed Peter. His arms wrapped around you, tugging you into his comforting embrace. You clutched at his shirt, terrified to let go. He whispered soothing words as your tears and blood stained his clothing.

May was working that night and when she heard she was asked for, she ran to the emergency room. You looked worse under the fluorescent lights. Every scratch, bruise, and gash visible.

She gasped, hand covering her mouth as she took in the sight before her. Your hand gripped Peter’s as he sat next to the bed, the nurse working to stitch the last cut on your cheek.

Your chin wobbled as May approached you, Peter fighting the urge to leave and hunt down whoever had done this to you. “Oh, sweetheart,” you whimpered at her words, Peter’s eyes squeezing shut at the pained cry, anger taking over his every thought.

You recanted your story to her as her eyes watered, Peter standing and leaving the room, not able to hear it again. He had been in the room as you told the police, giving vivid descriptions of the two men who had done this and you could tell he was burning it into his memory. She patted your bruised hand and went out to the hallway where he stood, hunched over, tears threatening to spill.

“Peter,” he looked at his aunt, eyes wild and breathing hard and short. “I’m gonna kill them, May. I’m gonna hunt them down and kill ‘em,” she stopped his pacing, hands going to his shoulders, forcing him to look at her.

“Listen to me. I know you’re angry. I know that. I’m angry too, but right now she is hurt and she is scared. You need to go in there, hold her hand, and show her she is safe. We will deal with the rest later,” as she talked, her tone firm to reach him, your shaky voice called out his name.

His head snapped to the door and nodded at his aunt's words. “Go on. Go. I need to talk to her doctor,” he hurried into the room, seeing your worried glance directed towards him.

He took your hand in both of his as he sat down, bringing your hand to his lips. “I’m here, bug. I’m here,” his hand pushed the hair off your forehead, offering a pained smile.

The doctor released you that night and Peter took you home, helping you get into bed. You both laid there in silence for a bit before he kissed the crown of your head. The pills helped you fall asleep, Peter’s tight grip comforting as you drifted off into a painful sleep.

All you wanted to do was say thank you and how much you loved him, but you grappled with your thoughts and couldn’t bring yourself to say them, knowing the repercussions could be too much to deal with.

When you woke up the next morning, Peter was still with you. You went through your morning routine together, turning the tv on in the living room as you sat down, Peter going to make you a smoothie so it would be easier to eat, not having to move your jaw.

“It seems as though Spider-Man had his mind set on vengeance last night. These two, originally unidentified men, were found early this morning, hanging from the Queensborough bridge, strung up by their hands. They were only hanging from the famous webs, their mouths webbed shut as well. They both had notes taped to their chests listing a string of crimes that these men had been tied to, including a vicious mugging that took place just last night resulting in the victim to be hospitalized, but was released in stable condition. Spider-Man saves the day, yet again, but now people are beginning to question his seemingly dark ways,” you stared at the news playing in front of you, muting it as she continued, critiquing the hero who had saved more lives than could be counted.

The two men who had robbed you and brutally beaten you were both strung up on the bridge, hanging only by their hands webbed to the underside of the bridge. Peter stood behind you as your eyes watered, his voice whispering into your ear.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I should’ve been there and I wasn’t. I knew something was wrong when you didn’t respond. I should’ve gone,” you shook your head, turning around on the couch, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him, pushing your head into his neck as his arms wrapped around you.

“Stop. You’ve done more than enough, Peter. You wouldn’t have known where I was. You had no idea,” he kissed your forehead, dodging a bruise and cut at your response. “I love you. I will always take care of you. Your smoothies ready, c’mon,” your heart soared and fluttered at his words, not able to respond as he grabbed your hand, taking you into the kitchen.

You sipped the smoothie, letting it easily come into your mouth, not having to do as much work. “Peter, this is just ice cream and milk. You made me a milkshake for breakfast.”

four

It had been weeks since the attack and your bruises had almost completely faded, your stitches had come out the second week. You felt almost completely back to normal, still a tad bit sore, but otherwise okay.

You checked the clock and saw it said just past five in the afternoon. You hadn’t seen Peter in two days and you were having withdrawals from him. Despite your injuries, you didn’t let it slow you both down. Peter was scared shitless to touch you the first time after the attack, but you assured him you were fine. That you needed him and trusted him.

His worries quickly faded as you domineered that night. You stopped at his favorite pizza place on the way to his apartment, opting to surprise your favorite boy with food and drink. His favorite things, despite you. Your love language was acts of service and you knew he would be over the moon with this delivery.

When you arrived at his apartment with your hands full, you kicked at the door. “Peter!” You heard shuffling and the door peeled open, Peter stood with his eyes rimmed red and deep bags under them, still adorning his Spider-Man suit.

“What the hell happened? Are you alright?” You pushed past him, setting the pizza box and beer on the counter as you dropped your bag to the floor, turning around and letting your hands go to his cheeks, observing him to see if he was injured.

He pulled you to him, capturing your lips and moaning at your taste. “God, I’ve missed you. I’m sorry, bug. I haven’t slept in two days. Between work and Spidey I haven’t been around,” you hushed him by taking his bottom lip between yours.

“Go shower, we’ll eat, and then you’re going to bed,” he groaned as you moved from him, hands pawing at you. “Shower with me,” you narrowed your eyes at him and hummed as his lips moved to your neck. “Please? Pretty please? I’ve missed you so much. I’ve been without you for forty-eight hours. I feel like I’m gonna die, baby. Please?” you giggled as his lips moved across your throat as he spoke, a whiny tone lacing through his words.

You sighed and pulled his head up, gazes locking. “Fine. Only cause you asked so nicely,” a victorious smile took over his face as he pulled you to the bathroom with him. You helped him get the suit off, having him enter the shower first as you removed your clothes, stepping into the warm spray of water.

His arms wrapped around you from behind, his fingers dancing over your ribs, lips moving on your shoulder and neck. A content sigh left you, feeling happier than ever when you were with your boy. He smirked as you stepped just a tiny bit backwards, feeling his hard-on press into your ass.

Peter wasted no time, lifting your leg with one hand and setting your foot on the shower built-ins, his dick running between your folds. “Pete, wait. I can’t get my hair wet,” he groaned, pulling it back with a free hand as your breathless response irritated him.

“I have shampoo here that you can use,” he slowly slipped into you as he talked, feeling your gummy walls accept him without restriction. “Ah-Peter, that’s-that’s not what I, fuck, meant,” you could feel how deep he sat in you, having your leg up allowed him to get an entirely new section of you.

Your toes sat pointed on the shower wall built-in as he pulled back and thrusted into you with an earth shattering force. The wind knocked out of you and you were seeing stars. The steam from the shower filled the bathroom as he pounded into you, one of his hands having a death grip on your hip and the other resting on your shoulder.

Your hair was long forgotten, being positively drenched and you would yell at him after, but when his fingers wrapped around your thigh, dipping in between your legs and began rubbing small circles on your clit, you came quickly.

His arms held you up, your back straight against his chest as he continued fucking into you, harder than before as he chased his own high, murmuring sweet praises to you about how good you were doing for him. Your walls fluttered around him as he rode you through your orgasm, his hips crashed into yours once more as he came in you.

He was out of breath, but he turned you around to face him and he looked at the inside of your thigh, seeing his cum drip in a steady stream. He kissed your collarbones and grabbed your hair with his hand and laughed. “I’m sorry about your hair,” you rolled your eyes as you grabbed his shampoo and squeezed it into your palm.

“Are you really, though?” He shook his head, arms wrapping around you again as you began lathering it into your hair. “Hmm, no. Not at all,” his lips kissed along your shoulder blades, you could feel his smirk as he did and you sighed, letting him do whatever he wanted.

Your feet sat in Peter’s lap, your hair wrapped in a towel, sitting in one of Peter’s old shirts as you ate pizza. The shirt hardly covered anything which Peter loved, but you had slipped your panties back on once exiting the shower, much to his dismay.

His head rested on the back of the couch, his hairs wet droplets dripping onto the material as his eyes slipped closed as he ate almost the entire pizza. Your fingers danced through his hair, lightly massaging his scalp. He sighed, hand rubbing on your bare thigh.

You stood up, shutting the apartment down for the night as he watched you move around the space expertly. He smiled to himself, seeing how well you fit in here with him. How much he loved seeing you in his space like it was yours. Because to him it was yours. It had been yours since sixth grade when you first met. He had been yours since you were twelve.

Sure, he had dated around a bit, but not because he really wanted to. You had dated around and he didn’t want you to think he was waiting around for you. In reality, he was. He would always wait for you because he was yours. He just wanted you to figure it out. My god, he had said he loved you and you just hadn’t caught on. He chuckled at how utterly clueless you could be and how much he loved it. Peter knew about your difficulties with love and what it meant and he could wait. He would continue to wait until you were ready.

You heard him laugh and you eyed him, letting the towel fall to the floor, your hair coming loose from its grasp. “What’s so funny?” He grabbed your hand, pulling you onto his lap and shrugged. “Nothin’. You’re pretty that’s all,” your face burned at that, taking his jaw in your hand, connecting your lips together in a sleepy kiss.

He stood you both up, carrying you to his room bridal style. It would never fail to amaze you at how easy he was able to carry you. The man did lift cars and bridges and the occasional building from collapsing, but you weren’t used to it. At all. And he loved seeing how happy it made you and he swore to himself he would do it until the day he died as long as he got to see that dopey smile take over your face.

You took your side of the bed, wiggling under the covers as Peter took the space next to you, a loud sigh leaving him as he quickly felt sleep taking him over. You snuggled into his side, letting his arm wrap around you, his hand tucking your head into his neck.

He mumbled out before he fell asleep, pulling you from sleep's grasp as he did. “Thank you for taking care of me. Love you,” you kissed his neck and went to whisper, but he shushed you loudly. “I’m trying to sleep, ma’am. Please let me,” you smacked his chest, rolling away from him, but he groaned.

“No, no, no. Come back,” his arms wrapped around you from behind, spooning you until you both fell asleep.

You had told Peter you weren’t able to get together tonight because you had a work project that you absolutely had to get done tonight. You had developed the problem of anxiety induced insomnia your junior year of high school. When your anxiety got to be too much, you wouldn’t be able to sleep.

Your record had been three and a half days without sleep and when you told Peter he vowed to help you figure it out. You two had tested the waters for years, trying multiple different combinations of things that would eventually help you sleep. It had only been two years since the perfect concoction had been found.

Luckily, you hardly ever had to use it. Maybe once or twice a year tops and now that you knew the signs, you were able to stop it before it got too bad. However, this was the worst case you had had in years.

You were beginning to run for three days and you were still trying to push through work. You submitted the assignment, happiness and relief coursing through you as you finished. Your eyes roamed to the top of your screen and saw it was past one in the morning.

Dragging yourself to bed, you thought sleep was going to take you easy. It didn’t. You were on the verge of tears, over tired not even beginning to explain how you were feeling. When you checked your phone it read 2:52 am.

You knocked on the door in front of you multiple times until it finally opened, revealing a sleep riddled Peter. His eyes took you in, seeing the angry tears forming in your eyes. Your hair was a mess, you were in pajamas with a large coat over you, and you wrapped your arms around his shirtless torso.

He closed the door behind you, hands tilting your head up to look at you. His hair was an absolute mess, his eyes sleep heavy as he tried to blink to see you clearly in the dark room, the only light from above the stove.

“How long have you been up, bug?” You sniffled and put your head back against his chest. “Three days,” he nodded his head and brought you to his room, taking your coat off and having you lay down. The light streamed in from his bedroom window and you groaned, growing more angry and upset as the minutes passed by.

He came back into the room, a small cup of water and a bottle of pills in his hand. “Bug, I need you to take this for me. Can you do that?” You nodded your head as you held the vile tasting pill in between your teeth, forcing it down with the entire glass of water.

Peter came back to the room with a clip in his hand and two push pins. He clipped the curtains shut, pinning the sides to the wall so no excess light could get into the room. He pulled an extra fan out of the closet, plugging it in and facing it at the bed. Peter grabbed his phone and turned his small speaker on in his room.

The sounds of “Frosty the Snowman” from the Christmas Piano! record lightly played in the background. He shut the door and pulled the covers off of you, removing your sweats and sweatshirt, knowing that if you kept them on you would feel like you were trapped in bed, your mind playing tricks on you after being awake for so long.

Your overtired, frustrated tears all but stopped as he took his spot next to you. He sighed, rubbing lightly circles on your back and arm. He hated when you got like this. When your brain wouldn’t let you rest, it wouldn't shut off on its own. It couldn’t shut off on its own.

But he felt a sense of pride that you went to him for this. That you knew he could get you to sleep. He remembered all of the different trials that had failed as he tried to figure out what was going to get you to stop and rest. When you were exhausted you grew mad with yourself for not being able to get yourself down, but Peter knew he could and he did.

The night when he had figured out the code he wanted to jump for joy. Okay, maybe he did a little. Each time he did it after, it went quicker. The fastest you had ever fallen asleep after he worked his magic was eleven minutes and he was elated as you fell asleep.

You whispered out into the room as you laid with him. “Peter?” He hummed and let his hand go to your hair, scratching your scalp. “Yeah, bug?” You sighed and he felt tears on his neck, worry filling his senses as he pulled your head back to look at you.

His thumbs swept at the tears. “What’s wrong, baby?” You leaned up and kissed him, hearing the relief flow from him at your motion. “I love you so much. You take such good care of me. I love you, Peter,” he wanted to cry from the sheer happiness he felt in that moment. It was the first time in the years since he had known you that those words had come from you.

He kissed you deeper, laughing as he left kisses all over your face. “God, I’ve been waiting since we were twelve to hear those words!” You felt an immense tidal wave of guilt crash over you as you looked at him, his free hand rubbing over his face.

“I’m so sorry, Peter. I don’t know why I can’t say it more. It just doesn’t come easy to me, but I love you and I have for a very long time. I’m sorry,” he shushed you as he pushed your head back down, seeing your eyes getting heavy.

“We’ll talk about it more in the morning, bug. You need to go to sleep. I love you,” you pecked his lips as he finished talking. “I love you, too, Petey,” your words were slurring together as you let your eyes close, listening to Frosty the Snowman play in the background, happier than ever with Peter by your side.

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