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valkyyriia · 14 days ago

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Day 27 - The Gift That Just Keeps On Giving

Kinktober 2024 Prompt List | Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Words: 3765 CW: Possessive Comte, Sexual Teasing, Unprotected Sex, Loving Intimacy Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader Prompt(s): Lingerie | Teasing

Notes: I discovered writing this one (this was the third entry I finished) that PWP is difficult for me. Thus, this one ended up being just shy of 3800 words total. Whoops.

I actually had this one finished on the 27th.. I don't know why I didn't post it then. Whoops.

I'll eventually catch up on the rest of the days! I just don't have the writing spoons at the moment, unfortunately.

You were walking through town with your friend Claudine on a rare day off from work when something caught your eye in a window display. You stopped to get a better look.

Apparently, the town’s corsetier had gotten a new fabric in. In the window was a lacy, golden corset with gilded paisley designs all around the panels. Upon seeing it, the first thing that came to mind was that the fabric’s deep yellow reminded you distinctly of your partner’s golden eyes and the rest of his matching ensemble.

The second thing was that a clothing item of that high of quality was bound to be terribly expensive.

Claudine stopped beside you, looking to see what had gotten your attention. When she saw the corset, she elbowed you with a cheeky grin.

“Are you looking to buy a present for Monsieur le Comte?” She teased. “It does look rather like his coat, now that I think about it. That, and your wedding is coming up soon, isn’t it? Maybe a little something for your wedding night?”

You blushed at Claudine’s teasing. “Well…”

Before you could say anything else, Claudine took your arm. “Come on! You should at least try it on!”

Claudine then all but dragged you into the store. You briefly considered if Claudine was somehow related to your vampiric lover as she proceeded to pull more and more things off of the corsetier’s shelves. The shop owner had even started to help, grabbing things she had stored in the back as well.

Three hours later, you and Claudine were leaving the corsetier’s with your arms full of wrapped clothing.

How on Earth does this happen with everyone you know?! Do you just attract people with bottomless pockets and a proclivity for fashion?!

“See, I told you it would look great on you! I bet Monsieur le Comte will agree once he sees it, too,” she whispered conspiratorially. “Though, with how you’ve described him in private, he’d be more apt to tell you he prefers to see it on the floor.”

You swatted at her arm and hissed at her. “Claudine!”

She just laughed as you both headed to call for a carriage home.

This seemed like a great idea when discussing the prospect with Claudine. Even though she had teased you about it, the girl really did have fantastic advice.

Usually.

Right now, you were wondering why you had even agreed to it? Maybe it was just her hyping you up, for lack of a better term?

You were in Comte’s room, looking at your reflection in his large standing mirror, wearing the new golden corset you had brought home alongside a pair of white silk stockings and a matching golden garter belt.

You didn’t even know they made those in this era.

Well, the history of lingerie had to start somewhere, you supposed.

You eyed your reflection with a frown, turning this way and that to see all of the other angles. You felt like it looked better in the store than it did on your body.

Well, at least Comte wasn’t home yet. He had gone out earlier, stating he had a meeting with a florist regarding your wedding. You had petulantly asked why he was going without you, and he had just kissed your nose affectionately and replied, “It’s a surprise for ma fiancée.”

You sighed, sitting down on his bed. Well, you supposed you should take it off before he gets home, and tuck it away so deep in the closet that he’d never even realize you had brought it home.

Before you could get too far down that line of thought, however, you heard familiar footsteps coming down the hall. You looked at one of the many clocks around the room in panic, realizing it was far later than you had thought. Quickly improvising, you grabbed for the nearest article of clothing you could find - one of Comte’s button down shirts - and tossed it on, slipping under the sheets of his bed and pretending to be asleep.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, the door had creaked open. You fought the urge to open your eyelids, instead listening to Comte’s shoes tap against the wooden floors of his bedroom. You heard the sound of his coat shuffling and the telltale click of his tie’s latch.

His footsteps quietened, likely as soon as he noticed you in his bed, and he carefully toed to the side of it.

“Oh, mon amour,” he murmured. “I wasn’t gone for that long.” His hand lightly brushed against your shoulder. Rather than continue to pretend to be asleep like you had for the fourth birthday you had spent with him - you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together at the memory - you rolled over onto your side and looked up at him.

“I wasn’t asleep yet,” you replied quietly.

“Good. I’m glad I didn’t wake you.” He smiled, but then his brow furrowed and he ran a thumb along your cheekbone. “But what’s wrong, ma chérie? Did me going to the florist without you upset you that terribly?” The pad of his thumb traced under your eye. “I’m sorry, mon amour. I’ll take you with me next time, if it pleases you.”

Oh.

He thought you were upset because of him, even though that couldn’t be further from the truth.

You sighed self-deprecatingly. “Abel, it’s nothing you did,” you murmured. “I’m sorry if it seemed that way. It’s just,” you trailed off. He looked relieved that he hadn’t been the one to cause your upset, but also worried as to what it could have been. “Claudine and I went shopping today, and well..”

“Well?” He prompted, thumb still gently massaging under your eye. Your heart melted. You did not deserve this man.

“It sounded like a good idea, when I was with her, and she said it looked great, but… I got home and tried it on again and I didn’t like it as much when I was by myself.”

Comte’s hand moved to your neck, caressing the flesh there with the back of his hand in an attempt to provide comfort. “If Claudine told you it looked good on you, I’m sure it did,” Comte reassured you. “She’s got wonderful taste in fashion.”

“Are you sure you’re not related to her?” You asked with a huff. “I swear you’re both the same.”

“If we’re the same, and she liked it, then I’m sure I will too,” Comte pointed out with an amused smile. “Can I see whatever it is?” He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

You hesitated. It would be a waste not to, but… “Promise me you won’t laugh?”

“I promise,” he replied instantly, without an ounce of hesitation. You sighed and started to get up, Comte moving from the side of the bed to give you room. When the sheets fell away from your body you heard his sharp intake of breath.

He hadn’t noticed you were wearing one of his shirts.

You bit your lip, hesitating again. Your eyes drifted up to his face and you saw him swallow thickly.

He likes seeing you in his shirts. You mentally filed that note away for later. Maybe you should invest in a notebook like Sebas’, but for the things Comte liked?

Shaking your head to clear it and taking a deep breath, you turned to face him and slowly started to unbutton the shirt. As the golden fabric of the corset started to peek through you saw the look on Comte’s face change dramatically.

Comte did a double take. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He looked positively stunned. “I’m sorry, is it too much? I was going to take it off before you got home, but-” You started to say, moving to button the shirt back up, but you were quickly cut off by le Comte taking two long strides forward, gathering you in his arms, and kissing you deeply.

“It looks beautiful on you, chérie. Everything does, but,” he caressed your cheek. “Tu es belle in my colors, mon amour. It makes me want to ravish you wholly.” He leaned in for another hungry kiss. You couldn’t help but push yourself even closer to him, kissing him back with just as much fervor.

His hands slid down your sides and settled on your hips, pulling you towards him. He ground against you harshly, his clothed erection rubbing against your stomach.

Comte pulled away from you slightly, just enough to speak. “Can you feel how turned on you make me, mon amour? Just by existing?” He leaned in for another kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth possessively. His hands drifted further down, cupping your ass and squeezing appreciatively. He made to lift you and you hopped up, your legs wrapping around his waist. He carried you over to the bed you had just vacated and set you down, never breaking the kiss. Comte leaned in over you, caging you between him and the bed.

“Tell me, Princesse, why did you not like it?” He asked, tearing himself away from you just long enough to start to unbutton his own shirt.

You swallowed hard. “Well, I just… I haven’t worn anything like this before.”

Comte gave you a devilish smirk, his fangs peeking over his bottom lip, the sight shooting straight to your core. “I want to see more of it. You know how I so love dressing you up, ma chérie. And undressing you after.” His voice was a deep, seductive purr. “It’s like unwrapping a present specifically made for me.”

How was this man so ridiculously sexy in everything he did? It was unfair!

“But next time,” he continued, “Because there will be a next time; I want to be the only one to see you in it. Not even Claudine or the corsetier,” he whispered, tossing his shirt off and returning his hands to your thighs, his fingers digging into the plush flesh there. He leaned in and kissed you again, just as hungrily as the last few times. You moaned into his mouth and he eagerly swallowed every sound you made.

Comte’s fingers slid between your thighs, gently teasing your folds. You gasped into his mouth and he pulled away, a thin trail of saliva connecting your mouths.

“No panties? Such a naughty girl, ma chérie,” he chuckled lowly. The sound sent a shiver down your spine. Right now the look on Comte’s face was positively predatory. It turned you on more than you’d care to admit.

The vampire leaned back in for another greedy kiss, his hands continuing to fondle and swipe along the delicate skin between your thighs, spreading the moisture around. His lips trailed to the side of your neck, mouthing over the skin there.

Comte could smell the sweet scent of your blood pulsing through your veins, the aroma intoxicating. His mouth watered and his fangs began to ache. You were so eager, so trusting; it would be so easy to -

No, not yet. That would be another, far more special occasion.

Instead, Comte sucked hard on your neck. Your back arched like a taut bowstring, crying out at the feeling. He left behind a bright red mark, the color a startling contrast against your skin.

“You’re beautiful,” Comte mouthed against your skin. “In everything you wear. In everything you do.” His lips moved to the center of your throat and he nipped lightly at the skin there too. His fingers were still between your legs, toying with your labia. He kept his fingers from dipping too closely to where you wanted, though; instead choosing to tease you. A punishment, perhaps.

Comte pulled away from the column of your throat, looking you directly in the eyes. His golden irises were smoldering with a deep, intense heat. “But I don’t like the idea that someone else picked out the things you wear for me. The only one that should see you like this is me.” You inhaled sharply at the possessive bite of his words.

He leaned in towards the laces on the front of the corset. You watched as he took the laces between his teeth and bit sharply at them, his fangs easily snipping through the cording. He slipped his fingers from between your legs and ripped the remainder of the corset off your body, tossing it haphazardly onto the wooden flooring. At the same time, his lips made contact with the flesh of your side and you whined at the teasing.

“Abel, this was expensive!”

“I’ll get you a new one,” he murmured against your flesh. “I’ll buy out the whole store. I’ll have the corsetier make you a custom one in every single color you desire. You know price isn’t an issue for me.” He lightly nipped at the skin of your side, his lips trailing up to your breast. He dragged the tip of his fang across the beaded peak of your nipple, causing you to gasp and your hips to buck involuntarily. “But I’ll be the only one to ever see you in them.”

Comte kissed down your abdomen, your stomach tensing at the feeling. He dragged his tongue across the skin of your hips, pressing a kiss there, and then he took ahold of one of your golden silk garters with his teeth and sharply jerked his head, tearing the fabric clean from your skin. He kissed the top of your thigh and slid the accompanying stocking off your leg before doing the same to the other side.

Comte’s fingers trailed back between your thighs, gliding through your wetness and across the sensitive flesh. His lips kissed back up to your breasts and he returned his attention to your hardened nipple. You whimpered as he ghosted a finger over your sensitive clit, still avoiding giving you the pressure you sought.

“Abel, stop teasing me,” you breathed, your breath hitching as his finger just barely touched against your clit. He dragged his finger towards your aching opening, lightly circling it, just shy of penetrating you.

“Teasing you?” He asked with mock innocence, his tongue flicking against your nipple. “I’m not teasing you. I’m punishing you, chérie.” Comte bit harshly at the rosy bud and you cried out, a mix of pain, pleasure, and surprise catching you off guard. He slipped a single knuckle’s length inside of you. “You’re so wet for me. You like being punished like this? Naughty girl.”

He turned his attention onto your other breast, taking the peak of that one into his mouth and sucking harshly. Your back arched, your hand threading through his golden hair and tugging lightly. “Please, Abel,” you whined. “I need you.”

He released your nipple with a soft pop and leaned back. He hummed in thought, slipping his fingers from between your legs. You whimpered in protest. “I’m not sure. Have you learned your lesson, ma chérie?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. Your other hand grasped ahold of your abused breast, squeezing it in desperation for some stimulation.

Comte exhaled harshly at the sight, his tongue trailing along the tip of a fang. His golden eyes were completely focused on you.

“Tell me what you learned,” he commanded, voice deep with want. His hands fell to the waist of his pants and he started to unfasten them, waiting for your response.

Your eyes drifted down his form and settled on his hands, biting your lip and watching his movements.

“Answer me, chérie, or this ends here,” he warned, but he didn’t stop. He palmed himself through his trousers, groaning at the contact.

You were half tempted to call his bluff, but you wanted him to touch you far too much to take a chance on him being serious. You were still wanting to tease him, though, as payback for what he had been doing to you. “I learned that I’m yours,” you started, your free hand slowly moving down your stomach.

“You should have already known that,” Comte said. His gaze was fixed on your hand. “Continue.”

“I learned that you can be a complete and utter tease,” you breathed, your fingers dipping into your own wetness. You sighed at the contact, even if it wasn’t what you wanted.

In an instant, Comte had shed his pants and was back on top of you, pinning your wrists beside you, the tip of his hard cock pressing lightly against your folds. You gasped in surprise.

“You’re calling me a tease, while you do something like that, and you smell as delicious as you do,” He purred dangerously. “Answer me seriously, chérie. What have you learned?” He rolled his hips just enough to part your wet labia, the head of his cock dragging against your clit. You moaned.

“I learned that you’re possessive,” you managed to bite out. “And you don’t like others seeing me in lingerie.”

Comte leaned forward and kissed you, angling his hips to where the head of his cock slipped just barely inside your entrance. You gasped in to the kiss and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. He broke away slightly, panting. “Good girl. I’ve got one more lesson to teach you,” Comte murmured. He released your wrists, grabbing ahold of your thighs instead as he pushed inside of you the rest of the way.

You couldn’t help but moan as he filled you, his cock dragging deliciously against the neglected walls of your pussy. “Abel,” you whimpered as he started to slowly rock his hips against yours, giving you time to adjust to the intrusion. The time was hardly necessary; you were dripping wet the moment he started to touch you. Your hands roamed the smooth skin of his chest, brushing against the hard ridges of his pectorals.

Comte picked up the pace, thrusting into your heat insistently. “The last lesson,” the vampire said, “Is that I am the only one that will ever make you feel like this.” He punctuated his sentence with a particularly harsh thrust, making you cry out. “You are mine, chérie, in every way; and I need you to know that.”

Comte grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, your lower legs resting over his forearms as he bent over top of you. He crashed his lips against yours in a searing kiss, rutting into your depths like a man possessed. His pubic bone rhythmically brushed against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You whimpered into his mouth and he swallowed every sound you made.

Comte adjusted one of your legs, wrapping it around his hip. With his now free-hand he rubbed his fingers against your clit in small, concise circles. He broke the kiss and whispered against your lips, “Come for me, pretty girl. My beautiful girl.”

The combined stimulation of his cock, nestled deep inside of you, and his fingers swirling around the sensitive apex of your thighs, sent you tumbling off the edge with a cry. Your inner walls clenched harshly around Comte’s length and he swore, burying his face in your neck, his hips stuttering as he came. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you, a new warmth filling your core as he thrust inside of you four more times before stilling.

Comte’s fangs brushed against the skin of your neck as he panted. One of your hands found its way into his hair and you combed through the strands as you both tried to catch your breath. After a few minutes, he pressed a kiss to your collarbone and sat up. He pulled his half-hard cock from your warmth with a hiss, the sensitivity causing both of you to jerk.

Comte leaned back in for another kiss, more gentle this time. “Un moment, mon amour,” he whispered against your lips. He stepped away and returned momentarily with a towel. Comte parted your legs and gently brushed against your folds, cleaning away your mixed fluids. After wiping himself down as well Comte slid into bed next to you, draping an arm around your waist. You snuggled into him and he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “Was that okay?”

You hummed in response, a yawn escaping your mouth. Comte chuckled and pulled you closer to him, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Go to sleep, chérie. I’ll tell Sebastian not to expect you at work in the morning. Je t’aime.” He rolled over onto his back so you could settle half on top of him like you preferred to.

You made yourself comfortable, one hand resting on his chest. His arms automatically wrapped around you, holding you close to him. You yawned again. “Abel?” you asked sleepily. “I learned something else today.”

Comte blinked in surprise, but smiled gently. “What was it?”

“I also learned that you love me,” you murmured, trailing your fingers down his arm affectionately.

He raised an eyebrow. “Was that ever truly in question, mon amour?”

You shook your head. “No, not really; but you were so sweet when you thought I was upset with you. And when you realized it was my insecurities, you were even sweeter.” You cuddled closer to him, your nose against his neck. “Thank you. For loving me.”

Comte sighed, tightening his arms around you and pulling you even closer to him.

“I will always love you, chérie; for all of eternity, in every way shape and form.” His fingers brushed up and down your arm. “I should be thanking you for loving me.”

The only response he got was your soft breaths. He huffed out a laugh, careful not to wake you. He was used to you falling asleep on him after he made love to you.

That’s okay.

He’d tell you how much he loved you when you woke up.

And he’d tell you every day for the rest of eternity, and every day beyond.

You saw Claudine again three days after.

“So, did le Comte like the corset?” Claudine asked cheekily.

You just blushed.

Dividers by @/natimiles

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dukestewart · 2 years ago

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I actually have a question, I'm wanting to start a webcomic at some point in the future myself, do you have any recommendations or advice for me?

Okay, I have a million things to say on the subject but to save you a lot of scrolling I’ll cut it down to the main things I wish I knew when starting my webcomic.

Don’t overprepare

It’s easy to fall into the trap of perfecting your art style or developing your character arcs before you actually, like, make the thing. The truth is you get diminishing returns on the pre-production phase, and too much planning will just waste your time. I once wrote an entire script and sketched out 200 pages for a graphic novel version of my webcomic Roundhouse, 90% of which is now redundant or contradictory. Probably took me hundreds of hours. Whoops. Make a basic plot line and some concept pictures by all means, you gotta start with something, but you’ll be much more motivated to make the comic when you’re already making it.

Collect references

This might sound kind of contradictory to my previous advice but bear with me. It’s important to prioritise creation over planning but gathering a compendium of your favourite artworks and writing techniques will save you time in the long run. If I’m ever stuck on how to draw a certain expression for example I know I have a folder full of expertly drawn faces to remind me how nostrils work. Personally I keep separate reference folders for colour, anatomy and character designs. Fantastic cure for artist’s block, swear by it.

Get someone to proofread

You have no idea how important it is to get a second opinion. No one in the history of media has ever been better off without a different pair of eyes to catch a mistake. They’ll see the obvious things you missed, a typo, a pacing issue, a joke that makes no sense… if you’re embarrassed to show it to anyone in your life then get an internet friend to have a look. Hell, I’ll have a look. Send me a message, I’m easy.

Even the most talented creators struggle to be seen

A good comic will always have a better chance of success than a crap one but that’s only a part of the equation. We’re forgetting our two troublesome neighbours, Monsieur Marketing and Lady Luck. It stinks, but we operate in an algorithm-based economy, and getting things out there takes a lot of hard research. I hate the marketing side of things, personally. I’d much rather make a page every week and not care whether it’s seen or not but such is the nature of capitalism that I have to try and monetise my work any way I can. Knowing someone in the business can’t hurt either.

Look, I’ll never be able to condense everything I know about webcomics in a single post so consider this my declaration to give advice to anyone who asks for it. Got a specific question about comics? Message me.

#webcomic #webcomic tips #webcomics #webcomic advice #I should probably make a tag for these text posts

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borderlinebox · 2 years ago

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Sup! hope you’re having a great day 😮💗 having childhood best friend brainrot- “you have my back right?” x “lmao probably” cheesy but I eat that shit up every time

could you write a oneshot or headcannon

for chishiya? He’s gotten/done something that’s worth celebrating (maybe it’s his birthday, got first place or a hundred on his test, got into the college that he applied to) he’s never been told by someone that they’re proud of him not even from his old man so he went on with his day expecting nothing special

But but BUT chishiya hears the familiar patterned knocks on his window, how they managed to get up there without his father knowing is beyond him but he’s relieved considering his old man isn’t all that fond with them (In this scenario id imagine that chishiya’s father wouldn’t really like us bc of our shortcomings? something like that...and if he isn’t friends with our parents)

they sneak (more like drag) him out with a lot of convincing and celebrate by going into places he would tolerate or enjoy,,rip his friend’s allowance 💸 At the end of the night they both end up on a park bench with store bought cake with messy written icing “I’m so pr he I did it bitch!!” done by yours truly. they do say it to him and give him a short side hug before he gets back home tho

Feel free to decline this! take care ⭐️

Celebrate With Me!

Summary: Reader acknowledges Chishiya's accomplishments.

Pairing: Chishiya x Reader

Warning: That good cliche shit, FLUFF, cuteness overload, not proofread!!!, changed a few things up!

A/N: ISTG I'm boutta make a Chishiya X Bestfriend! Reader bundle because these requests are too cute!! Hope you have a great day as well and take care too ^^ <3 I am incredibly happy and proud on how this turned out!!! Spent a literal 2 hours straight on it because I lost some progress and I'm gonna have my ass whooped later but this should cover the blow LOVE YALL AND THIS REQQQ ♥

Feedback is highly appreciated!!!

Chishiya sat upon his desk chair, currently finishing up some notes. Just things he's learnt or felt like he found interesting. He could use it in the future. Distant music playing from his favorite band echoed softly in his room.

There wasn't much to do. He'd recently gotten a letter from a university he had applied to - which he was successfully accepted in. He could say he was happy for himself but it just wasn't that exciting or celebration-worthy to him.

He continuously tapped the tip of the pen against the table in a rhythm, re-reading the paragraphs of various words.

SMACK

The sudden noise caught Chishiya's attention as he quickly twisted his head towards the loud noise. There, on his window, a handprint was seen as it was slowly sliding down the window, failing to stick.

Its fingers soon danced on the window, creating multiple and small taps across the glass pane without a proper flow of beat.

Chishiya sighed and stood up and opened the window to reveal his friend struggling to hold onto his window's support,

"Y/N, What are you doing here?" He wasn't at all surprised. He was just more so concerned why you were currently hanging by a thread on his window.

"I'll tell you when I get inside. Right now let's focus on the part where you shoULD BRING ME INSIDE." You flailed your legs around as you struggled to even breathe properly.

He hissed at you to stay quiet and helped you up to sneak inside.

There was a voice, somewhere in his mind where he actually wanted to leave you hanging for a while to amuse himself but that would have been a bad idea.

Once you had both your feet on the floor of his bedroom, you dusted yourself off and took a much needed breather. You had been running to his house since 45 minutes ago. It was hard with the troublesome traffic and people yelling at you as you swerved your way through them, you're just glad you've finally reached his humble abode.

"Right, Explain." He said bluntly, doing his signature move; placing his hands into his pockets. "How did you even get up here?"

You shaked your hand profusely, deflecting the topic. "Never mind that-, guess who found out when your birthday iiiisss?" You looked up at him with a tired yet mischievous grin.

"I'm guessing you."

"Me," You announced proudly while facing your thumb towards yourself, chest up in victory. "And you wanna know what I'm gonna do about it?"

"Please don't." Chishiya sighed, point-blankly. Unfortunately, there was no hope of changing the situation's circumstances because he knew when you were hooked on something, it's sure that you'll be hell-bent on getting it, no matter how stupidly dangerous or ridiculous it may seem.

You laughed before dropping down to the carpeted floor of his room and picking up your sling bag. "Now, as I was saying," Your finger dramatically pointed towards the bag. "We gotta celebrate! So we're going out and hang!"

"I really rather not." He stood his ground, stubbornly declining your offer.

"Come on, you're gonna celebrate your birthday with me!" You teased with the same playful grin you gave him. He was always so stubborn when it came to things he accomplished or failed - whether you wanna celebrate it or cheer him up. Either way, you were going to be even more stubborn than him this time.

"No." He muttered out sternly.

"Yes," You pushed with determination. "We are."

"No."

"Yes."

"No"

"Yes"

"No-"

"Why not??" You broke the repetitive, single-worded debate and gave him a sad look. "You never celebrate anything. Don't you want me to show you how happy and proud I am for you, Chishiya?"

Chishiya seemed to be broken from his train of thought at his words. He was silent, but you could tell that he was processing your words and calculating a response as if he was some kind of robot. You'd have to be honest, he kind of is one sometimes-

"Fine, I'll go and celebrate my birthday." Was all he said, his condescending look seeming to have disappeared - replaced with an unreadable expression.

It didn't feel like an answer at all - you felt disappointed. But you decided to push away those feelings for later because you were still ecstatic about your achievement and that's what mattered.

"W-Wonderful! You go get prepared or something!" You told him in a panic frenzy and opened the window from where you cam from. "I'll wait for you to climb out the window!"

And before waiting for his response, the last thing Chishiya saw of you was you already dipping out of the window and landed on the lush grass, in pain - as he presumed. He quickly changed and made his way down the stairs, being granted the permission to leave.

Chishiya would probably be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little bit concerned for your well being when you jumped out of that window.

To his surprise, when he went outside, he saw you standing proudly with a little dirt in your hair and face.

"You goof??" He asked, eyeing you up and down.

"Perfect, Great! I didn't get hurt, totally didn't - I think I sprained my wrist but that's totally fixed now." You spoke quickly, not even giving him a chance to say another word since you had grabbed him by his wrist. "Now come on! We don't have all day."

"Was this necessary?" Chishiya mutters blankly as he takes in the view of the park. It was a rather quiet, and less populated park wherever you and Chishiya both lived. Not many people visited everyday but there were still some who came often. Parks that were more widely known had a bigger crowd and you know Chishiya enough to know that he doesn't like big crowds. Especially the noise that comes with it.

"It was either this or the carnival next place." You turned to him and raised your brow.

"I think I prefer the park." He shrugged. It wasn't a bad place at all - Fairly clean and a decent view. You would sometimes come here alone and think, maybe even attempt to bring Chishiya over. But he was either busy or too stubborn to go. Thankfully, you managed to corner him.

Even though Chishiya let you take him here this time.

Both of you took your time there, having deep talks which mostly started off with why he hadn't really celebrated many past birthdays, which made you frown a lot. Chishiya thought it was half a mistake to give you that information after you had told him that you were gonna celebrate his birthday for him every year instead.

He may be lying if he didn't appreciate it.

The rest of the time, both of you walked and talked on the more philosophical topics. Just the precious quality time between two great lov friends, walking underneath the cloudy weather with strands of sunlight pushing through and landing on the cobblestone pavements.

It didn't seem much as a birthday celebration to the regular human etiquette but you could care less because both of you were having. swell time. Even if neither of you said it. It was a bonding time that didn't need the use of an explanation and more of a feeling.

Your eye was caught by a flock of ducks roaming around a side of a pond next to a woman selling duck food or pieces of bread. Chishiya must've noticed this since you had fully stopped walking and stood in place, staring at them.

"You wanna feed the ducks?" His voice brought you out of your mini daydream, he had his natural high charm evident in his face and voice.

"I, well, if you want to. It's your birthday, not mine.." You mumbled out, it was a bit low for anyone to actually process your words, seeing that you would be a little upset that you didn't feed those ducks.

"Okay then," He lightly smiles and walks his way past you with a bored yet slightly amused expression. "Let's go feed those ducks."

Like a little kid who had been given permission to sleep over at his friend's house, you giddily smiled and practically swooshed right on past him and over to the woman selling the small bits of food.

You quickly bought two small bags and handed one over to Chishiya. He took the bag filled with small, multiple pieces of duckfeed into his hands and looked back up at you. "If I'm gonna feed the ducks, you've gotta feed them too." You told him with a bright smile before kneeling down to the ducks.

Chishiya opened the bag and shook around its contents before taking out a handful and throwing it onto the ground the ducks stood upon with a blank face.

However, you had a cute and dorky smile on your face while you handfed them all equally. Some of them bit you by accident but it was no more painful than a light pinch. Your smile was bright enough to light up a whole room, Chishiya thought as he held back the urge to smile at your antics.

A chuckle from the old vendor caught both of your attention. When she noticed she sighed softly, "Sorry,"

You smiled, "No worries! It's absolutely fine! Why were you chuckling anyway?" Hand finding its way to the bag full of duck feed to gather some more and hand over the pieces to the ducks.

She grinned at the both of you. "Both of you are so cute, are you a couple?"

The question caught both of you off guard. You could quite literally feel the tension rise in the atmosphere. You felt your breath hitch and your lungs close as it denied you to breath from the sudden question.

"No! No, heh, we're just friends." You shot up with an awkward smile at the lady who had understood the tension between her and you both. You look back up at Chishiya with a nervous look on your face. "Isn't that right, Chi?"

He appeared to have froze due to your question. Or was he just standing still and silent because he had zoned out? Was he deeply immersed in his thoughts?

"No, we're friends." Chishiya confirmed. You expected that answer but you couldn't help but feel the pang in your heart when he actually said it.

The vendor nodded and apologized once again for asking such a question. She went back to her small stand to mind her own business instead.

Now you and Chishiya kept on feeding the ducks until both your bags were completely empty, all in awkward silence. Not one of you tried to break the ice since it appeared that no one had anything to say after that question.

You turned to thank the lady before leaving with Chishiya without a word.

Upon arriving back at the park's entrance Chishiya decided to finally break the silence. "Well? Where are you dragging me off to next?" He asked, raising a brow at you. You had almost completely forgotten the reason why you had went out in the first place.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." Slipping your hand into your slingbag, you pulled out a small crumpled paper and unfolded it.Chishiya tried to lean in and read but you pulled the paper closer to you. "Hey! Don't peek on the surprise." You pouted, forgetting all about the question for a moment.

He put his hand up defensively but it was no more than a sarcastic tease. "No peeking." He repeats before shoving his hands into his pockets once again. Chishiya was almost never seen with his hands outside his pockets outside of his home. It was almoat natural and expected.

Once you were sure he wouldn't peek again, you opened up the piece of paper before folding it once more.

"I got an idea."

"You looked at the paper which most likely had the idea.

"I have an idea." You repeated, dismissing his smart assness. "Follow me!" And once again, you boldly took a hold of his wrist and started to dash to whatever place you were dragging him to next.

The warm light of the welcome sign greeted the both of you as you stood outside a relatively new, and decently small café. And sketchy enough, the stores it was between in was a shady dentist's office and a run-down, forever closed drug store.

"This is the new coffee shop that opened last week." Chishiya noticed, looking up at the hangout's name to remember it. "It certainly has a sketchy location."

"That's cause this was the only place the owner could afford. In fact, they're actually quite creeped out by the stores beside it. I feel bad." You explained briefly, glancing at the side shops. "But that's not what we're here for, dear friend."

You pushed him inside the cafe and it was definitely much better on the inside than the out. It had relatively creamy walls and warm lights. You were surprised that the place wasn't filled with people. Tempting enough to keep this place as a secret, all to yourself.

"Sit the hell down." You brought Chishiya to a corner seat - which is, in a natural rule, one of the best seats a restaurant or any place could ask for - and sitting in front of him.

"It isn't a bad place, I'll give it that." Your bleach haired friend admitted, his eyes still roaming around. "What gave you the idea?"

A giggle escaped your lips, "I wanted to try it out. I actually visited the place a few days ago. It was completely different than now. They changed it a lot." You shrugged, "And I thought of you when I stepped in here. I thought you'd like the place."

Chishiya smiled lightly, which was again; rare. "It's good."

"Better than-"

"I haven't decided yet." He cut you off before you could finish which resulted in you giving him a cheeky smirk.

He couldn't help but feel good about himself when you admitted that you thought of him when you found this place. It felt truly honorable than his straight A's and cards with that big ol' red 'Accepted' on it. It was something near to a foreign feeling.

"About what that vendor said-" You were immediately cut off by a waiter coming up, asking for your orders. You coughed into your arm at the sudden surprise and ordered your preferred drink.

Chishiya glanced at you and the waiter, what was with the question? He quickly ordered his own drink as you thanked the waiter before they left.

Another set of an awkward silence filled between the both of you. He was curious about your earlier question but didn't want to push you, you looked embarassed enough after choking on your own spit.

"Don't think about it. She just made a mistake, it's fine." Chishiya wanted to say something else but decided to take matters into his own hands instead. "It's not that uncommon. Sometimes expected."

You nodded at his words. "Right.. I forgot, they have board games here! You wanna play?" You beamed up, changing the subject. He glanced his eyes to the side, finding the board games that you were talking about.

All of them were stacked on a small bookshelf that had a good amount of books on it as well.

"Sure, we'll play." He shrugged without a care. "Why don't you choose the game, Y/N?"

You hummed out a yes and took your time; reading all the board game labels. There were many of them but you wanted to try out something bold, something Chishiya would actuallu want to play with you. "Ah! Chess."

Why Chess? You finally processed your declaration.

"Oh, Chess?" Chishiya looked back at you. What a bold declaration of war. "Sure, why not."

You felt yourself gulp and begin to pray for your mistakes and for your well being, choosing a game like this against a guy like Chishiya. You've already made a decision and stood up and made your walk of shame towards the small chess board.

Bringing the board to your table, you gathered yourself the confidence and smacked the board down.

"Bring it on, Shuntaro." A smirk appeared on your face, a bold glimmer in your eyes.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." You burp out, watching your side of the chess board with bored and tired eyes. You've already accepted your death wish an hour ago.

Now you were here with two empty cups, 3 hours that passed by and found yourself with only a King and a Pawn against Chishiya's fucking army. You've paid for your drinks an hour ago and you were still here, suffering.

"You chose the game." He defended. He looked unchanged - just the same guy three hours ago. Meanwhile you sat in front of him, a hand in your hair and tired eyes.

You weren't sleepy, you were just tired of watching your entire empire fall.

"You're enjoying this, I know it. Behind those blank eyes of yours? You're enjoying this." An almost pathetically dramatic voice of sulking came from you as you connected your forehead onto the table.

You could feel him shrug in front of you.

"But alas!" You rose dramatically, "That was my plan all along!" You moved your king to the line of sight of his queen, making yourself lose. "I forfeit. Besides, we're gonna miss the best part of today!"

Chishiya watched as you obliterated yourself and throwing the chess pieces off the board and clean up. "Fun game." He responded to your actions.

"It was not at all fair." You pushed and closed the board up when you finished counting off the chess pieces and went off to put it back in respect. "You're far smarter than me and you know it."

"You chose th-"

"Yeah, Yeah. 'I chose the game' and whatnot, I get it." You echoed him in an immature tone of voice, but you'd never deny his intelligence. He technically carried you through physics and math.

He stood up and walked out beside you, hearing the same waiter who served you both give their thanks.

"The last stop shouldn't be too far from here." You were looking at that old crumpled piece of paper you had a while ago.

After just a few minutes, maybe 10, of walking, you found both yourselves in front of a popular convenience store joint that you and Chishiya always went to for a quick lunch or snack break when you were both in highschool.

You lead him to a black bench right across the small store and placed your things down, taking your wallet out your bag.

"Stay here." You smiled before running into the building.

Chishiya stared at the all too familiar black bench. No, he didn't sit, the black bench gave him an overflow of memories when you both hung out here. You and Chishiya would buy anything you both wanted and were able to buy from the store and sit out here, exchanging notes and occasionally jokes. He smiled at the thought.

"I told you to sit!" You pointed at him accusingly as you held a brown paper bag in your other arm. The sounds of the bells on the doors clinged together when you exited the building.

"I was." Chishiya turned his way to you.

"After almost 10 minutes of me being in there? Come on." You chuckled and decided to sit down on the black bench yourself. He followed right after you. "Check out what I got!"

You ruffled your hand into the paper bag with joy, tongue sticking out and biting softly on the muscle. "Boom!" You cheered when you took it out.

It was a small almost medium, cute pink cake - which was his favorite whipped strawberry flavor - with Chishiya's favorite cookies decorated on the outer curve.

You handed it to chishiya with the same dorky smile you had when you were feeding the ducks at the park. He observed the writing on the cake with narrow eyes.

'Hapi'

'You de'

'Congratatulations!!!'

Despite the spelling error, and the very messy writing, you still smiled like an idiot and Chishiya couldn't help but appreciate the fucked up cake. He actually showed you his smile that time.

Can you believe it? Making Chishiya smile 3 maybe even 4 times today?

It made yourself smile even wider that you had to put your chin on your hands.

"You spelled 'Congra-"

"I'm aware of my mistake Chishiya but there's clearly no more room for anymore mistakes on that cake." You pointed at the cake which really did have no more room for anymore icing.

He exhaled with a smile, his way of laughing or chuckling at you genuinely at best, before opening the plastic lid.

"Oh and, if you want anymore of your bland ass cookies, there's more in the bag. Can't understand why you like that crap." You jokingly gave him a cringed look and stuck your tongue out in disgusted exaggeration. But, you got it for him.

"Fork?" Chishiya asked, looking back up at you.

"Oh shit, yeah I forgot." You opened up your sling and pulled out two plastic forks. "I figured that there wasn't going to be any free forks in the store so I decided to bring some."

Handing him one, you were more than ready to eat the cake with him.

As both of you dipped in for the first bite, you both heard the sounds of popping in the sky which caught Chishiya off his guard.

Fireworks were in the sky. All different colors, blending in so well in the night sky.

"Would you look at that." You said in awe through the cake in your mouth. "I wonder who put that there."

"You did something, didn't you?" Chishiya looked at you, unamused but still appreciative. You could tell it through the way how soft his eyes looked. It was much softer and quite happier than usual, and you were proud.

"I may have asked some friends." You shrugged, meeting his gaze.

Both of you had not only the warm light emitting from the convenience store, but the different colors of the fireworks that temporarily glowed on both of your faces.

You thought he looked so pretty in all of the colored sparks of light. You could get used to his eyes if it were like this.

"I'm really happy and proud of you, Chish." You said all full of truth, hitting his shoulder playfully. "You need to hear it sometimes, no?"

"I guess." Chishiya answered with a shrug again, lifting another fork full of cake near his mouth. "Thanks, I think."

You chuckled, finally hearing those words come out of his mouth felt so satisfying to you. You were even sure he never really said it all to anyone. The sparks in the sky continued to flash in the sky all so beautifully. "Don't mention it."

Maybe he could get used to this, having someone like you. It made him feel all warm and proud for once.

#aib #alice in borderland #alice in borderland x reader #chishiya x reader #x reader #chishiya shuntaro #aib x reader #chishiya shuntaro x reader #box writes #chishiya

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afniel · 11 months ago

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Didn't sleep last night and so far I have

Wrote a helpful list of all the cats' belongings that went to boarding with them, then left it on the table like a brain genius

Got donuts, that's just a solid plus and there's no gotcha here. Just donuts

Washed a rock in the laundry, whoops

Took the rock out, much better now

Stood around booty ass naked because I just put my current clothes in the washer without considering the consequences and I have no pants now

Packed to go see my family but didn't register that the things I was packing were clothes that I could have worn so the situation has not improved

In my defense none of the clothes were pants

Realized my phone will now autosuggest 'in Minecraft' because I keep making that joke and wondered what the hell I'm doing with my life and choices

...in Minecraft

Thought about actually playing Minecraft but didn't because I'll get bored in 10 minutes and then open and close it repeatedly like something new is really going to happen this time guys I can feel it (it won't)

Can't go get my final shirt I want from downstairs because the neighbors would see me (still booty ass naked) (still haven't figured out what to do about that)

(it's a Mega Man shirt because literally half of my clothes at this point are just Mega Man shirts and the other half are evenly split between Metroid, Zelda, Final Fantasy, and miscellaneous other games)

(why am I like this. Nobody answer that)

Got 'jump in the caac' stuck in my head like super glue, save me

Considered painting my nails about 25 times and then never followed through because it sounds like work but what if I had cool blue nails that matched my hair. What about that. I could do that. Sounds like work though

Make that about 26 times

Run my phone's entire battery out refreshing Tumblr for no reason I can discern, it's just what's happening to me now. I surrender

Somehow hyperfocused anyway for hours and finished some art with all this going on?

I don't know how that works, ADHD is a horrible mystery

Convinced myself that what I need to do is just stay awake and pack then go to bed really early. Like 1am maybe. Which is not early, try again, me. Maybe try like 11pm

Decided to shower and then not done that or anything remotely like it

I TOOK MY MEDS I SWEAR but they don't fix sleep deprivation. That's just not fixable. Except by the obvious means, but I'm not sleepy, I'm just *gestures vaguely* firing on exactly one cylinder and it's very grumpy and has a bad spark plug or something, I don't know where the metaphor is going.

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thebiggestfuckgiven · 2 years ago

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i had an… idea

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1- Batman

If he was being honest, Danny didn’t particularly like having the whole “I am the Ghost King” shtick on show 24/7, or for any period of time longer than an hour.

It didn’t bother him that much at first, but there were only so many weird looks and hushed tones he could take before it started to get to him. Besides, people knowing he was the Ghost King only brought him more problems than he had. And trust him, he had plenty of those already. One of them being working with the actual, honest to god Justice League for some reason.

This was an especially huge source of stress for Danny as of late. If he wasn’t a ghost, he would be concerned about his health he was so damned stressed.

Admittedly, seventy percent of that stress was leftover from being creeped up on by the freakin’ Batman. Only that guy could terrify the life out of a ghost.

Anyways, Danny was so sure he was going to get a scolding for sticking around to do some work in Gotham, but thank the universe that wasn’t it.

“You… want me.. to join the Justice League??? You do know I’m a ghost, right? Don’t get me wrong, I know you people don’t exactly shy away from the weird and creepy, but I’m barely even alive.”

“I didn’t say join,” Tall Dark and Brooding said in a low scratchy voice, with narrowed eyes that Danny was doing a great job at avoiding. “This is a temporary and brief job offer, benefits included. You help us, we help you.”

Danny accidentally stared at the Bat, marveling at how the light from the lamppost above was causing the shadows across his face to deepen, making him look like a ghoulish demon without any eyes. Whoops, did he say marveling? He meant horrified.

“Uhh, yeah yeah, totally. What, um, exactly do you guys need me for?”

“One of our main experts in the occult is off on a different mission, and being half dead, you seem to know you’re way in the field.”

Danny snorted.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that. Dealing with ghosts for half your life can do lots of things. So then what’s the problem?”

“It’s—“

A growing buzzing sound above them interrupted the Bat, and that was all the warning they got before the light went pop.

Danny wasn’t “submerged in darkness” or whatever used to happen before he half-died, so the most noticeable difference when the light went off was that Batman didn’t look like an eyeless demon anymore. Although he did look surprised— as surprised as Batman can be?

It took Danny all of four seconds to remember: oh right, I’m the ghost king who, for some reason, wasn’t given instructions on how to turn off his neon “ghost king here” sign.

It took Batman less than that to point it out.

“You have a floating crown. That’s on fire.”

Danny sighed, annoyed

“Hate it when that happens, I can’t even do anything about it. Anyways, what was the— can you, like… please stop looking at it?”

Honestly, Batman was pretty considerate when Danny said that, ‘cause he did not even peek a glance at it.

But if Batman of all people reacted like that to his “ghost kingliness”, Danny didn’t even want want to think what some of other League members might say. He’d been lucky so far with the few members he’s worked with, but luck was rare for him. He was honestly surprised that it took this long for it to run out, especially with Batman considering the guy works nights religiously.

Something told him that keeping to the light was not going to be as easy as it used to be, especially now that he had to work with the Justice League. Oh joy.

sometimes you just gotta draw the king

DP X DC ghost king danny

What if Danny’s King Regalia always shows up in the dark? Danny can keep it invisible/unequip it, but it’s permanent in dark settings. Yet, it always shows back up in dark rooms etc.

except he has a really hard time figuring out if it is dark out or not because his vision is tinted green 100% of the time, and he has night vision anyway, so whenever the lights flickered in a room, and his crown was visible for a few seconds, and whatever hero he is with thinks they were seeing things, he just never notices

so danny’s a daylight hero, and avoids dark rooms with the JL because he thinks being a king isn’t a big deal. There are demigods and champions of magic, so what difference is a king? Or maybe he assumes they already knew or smthn, and he didn’t like the weird looks people used to give him when he left the crown visible, and the JL never seemed to care that he was (technically) ruler of infinite realms, only that he could save people, and stop world-ending threats

and, of course, they don’t actually know; cue misunderstandings.

art taglist: @i-amtransexual @badatgmrt

#danny phantom #dc fanart #i love danny phantom #but everything i know about the dc universe #is from a friend who has spent cumulative hours infodumping about it #so do with that as you will #alternatively #im sorry if this sucks fkdk #BUT even if it does #i will most likely (definitely) be adding more to it #ghost king danny pt 1 #ghost king danny pt 1 2 & 3

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thedisneychef · 1 year ago

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Savor the Flavor of Passion Fruit Cheesecake at 'Ohana

If you're a fan of sweet and tangy desserts, you'll definitely want to try the Passion Fruit Cheesecake at Ohana. This delicious dessert is a perfect way to cap off a meal at this popular restaurant, which is located at Disney's Polynesian Village Resort. The Passion Fruit Cheesecake is made with a creamy and rich cheesecake filling, which is infused with the bright and tropical flavors of passion fruit. The crust is made with a blend of graham cracker crumbs and macadamia nuts, adding a delicious crunch and nuttiness to the dessert. Whether you're a fan of classic cheesecake or simply looking for a delicious and unique dessert to try, the Passion Fruit Cheesecake at Ohana is definitely worth a taste. With its perfect balance of sweet and tangy flavors, this dessert is sure to become a favorite among those with a sweet tooth. So, if you're planning a visit to Walt Disney World Resort, be sure to add Ohana and their Passion Fruit Cheesecake to your list of must-try dining experiences. More Delicious Recipes You Will Love: - Oreo Milkshake – Sci-fi Dine-in Theater - Patriot Punch – Liberty Tree Tavern - Peanut Butter and Jelly Milkshake It’s my birthday today! Happy birthday to me! This one actually kind of snuck up on me… I had so much going on for the first half of August, it didn’t really dawn on me that my birthday was approaching until last Friday. However, we’re celebrating by going on an adults-only daytime date to the nicest movie theater in the area (which is 2 hours away) to FINALLY go see “Guardians of the Galaxy” and then have lunch at a local Mexican restaurant. I’m so excited! I figured that, being my birthday and all, it’d be fun to make up a nice little cake or pie for myself. No big deal, right? Well, I stumbled on what I thought was the perfect idea… Passion fruit cheesecake from ‘Ohana. I like tropical things! I love cheesecake! The Polynesian is one of my favorite places to stay! It was a no-brainer… What a great birthday treat. Well, being older apparently doesn’t make me wiser. I didn’t realize the recipe I had was horribly incomplete until I actually started making it because I didn’t actually read past the ingredients section when I was thinking about doing the recipe. Whoops. Maybe I should have done so, especially considering the whole recipe is done by weights, not measuring cups. Whoops again. I still made a go at it… I figured as long as the ingredients and their amounts were right, nothing would stop it from coming together… Right? I’m not a crummy cook, surely I can figure this out. And I think I did. Kinda. Yes, it took over 1 hour and 45 minutes to bake. No, I’m not sure this is what it’s supposed to look like, taste like, or be. Yes, it tastes really good. No, I’m not going to make it again. Should my readers… Jury is out. The problems of this recipe were numerous. The bake time I was given was 45 minutes. It actually took closer to two hours. There was no directions on how to specifically make the passion fruit sauce. That took 45 minutes instead of 15 minutes to bake. I over-beat the snot out of the custards, both of them, because I didn’t know not to. I didn’t know I shouldn’t have used fat free cream cheese so it didn’t incorporate well. I bought 2 and a half dozen eggs. It wasn’t enough. So many lessons learned. I loved the sweet tartness of the passion fruit sauce and the custardy cheesecake actually worked really well for the overall taste. It was refreshing and exotic, though not as strongly flavored as I’d have hoped. It was also very dramatic on the plate which is unique for cheesecakes. But overall it generally wasn’t worth the trouble to make, especially using the actual Disney recipe. It’s time consuming, complicated, hard-to-make, and while it’s delicious, it’s not delicious enough to justify the time, expense, add numerous eggs. Maybe the complete recipe is, I don’t know. File this under “like the idea, but not what I thought it would be.” I have included the recipe as I did it below, and yes, all of it is by weight. This can be converted online for those who wish to try making this recipe. I can say that for the eggs, I didn’t buy yolk-only liquid eggs (do they make such a thing?) but if there was ever a time to do so, it’d be for this recipe. Maybe I had exceptionally small chickens laying exceptionally tiny yolks, but each yolk I got weighed about half an ounce or less. So yes, I used 24 eggs to make this. I’m literally swimming in unused egg whites. I also think the original recipe implied doing this in individual sized containers, which I didn’t understand until too late… And I would have used my springform, however I just moved and I have not a clue where it is. Keep in mind that this recipe was horribly incomplete and the recipe below is just what I cobbled together to get the final product above. It tastes great, but it is complicated and time consuming. If they still serve this at ‘Ohana, and I didn’t see that they do, whatever they charge for it isn’t enough. It’s really hard to make! While the cheesecake custard is baking, combine all ingredients for the passion fruit sauce. After the cheesecake custard has finished baking (45-60 minutes), top with passion fruit sauce and bake an additional 30-45 minutes until the passion fruit sauce is set. When set, neither the custard or the passion fruit sauce will appear liquidy and will jiggle like gelatin when shaked. When done, remove from the oven and allow to cool uncovered until room temperature then refrigerate. Cut and serve when cooled. In addition to the delicious food and recipes, Disney World is also known for its unique dining experiences, such as character dining and themed restaurants. Whether you want to have breakfast with Mickey Mouse, dine in a replica of a sci-fi drive-in theater at Hollywood Studios, or enjoy a meal with an ocean view at the Coral Reef Restaurant in Epcot, there's something for everyone. And with the help of Recipes Today and the How to Make category, you can even recreate some of these magical dining experiences in your own home. So why not start planning your next Disney-inspired meal or dining experience today? Read the full article

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handelplayssims · 2 years ago

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Another 5AM wakeup for Meredith. This works out for her nicely. Gives her time to just exist a bit before work starts up. To at least make some food for breakfast proper. Stuff that gives leftovers. Considering that the power conservation took out our fridge and our leftovers with em. Hmm. I would attempt to regain passion before heading into work but it seems perhaps with the working-from-home, it’s not popping up. Maybe when it rolls over to 7AM? Yep! There we go! Let’s see where the passion dice roll. ...tense. I need a second day of failing that roll before I consider switching jobs. Oh! And NAPs, are open, good to know. For NAP voting, I’m going for Self-Sufficency. Meredith likes her handiness and gardening! Even if I don’t have any plants around. Maybe should think about some flowers. Ones that bloom in the summer!

Markus is still having a bad time in daycare. Man! And I’m likely gonna send him right back because it’s Night on the Town and I do actually like going out of the house on these days. Oh, and we got a call from McHenry. It’s a vampire lady! Got so many vampires, I need more werewolves. And whoops! Accidentally sent Meredith over to say hello to the new neighbor! Welp. Ah well. Might as well find out her job and trait. ...hates children. GOODBYE!

We are out and about now. And Meredith strikes me as a lounge type of gal when she wants to go somewhere else. And hey, there’s a talent concert going on! Those happen on Fridays and Saturdays where artistic Sims can show off their skills. ...problem being that most performers have jobs so they don’t go out. But for Meredith, it can be a good show! To the Solar Flare!

We drink, we eat, we chat with some Sims as we wait for the entertainment! We run into Kayla Knoles, one of my own made Sims, Accord, from the Drakengard game series, and say hello to the barkeep. It’s only 8:30 and she is sleepy. Dang. I want to stay for the entertainment! Well there is Katrina Caliente singing off in a corner. That could count but eh. Sing at the mic darn you! Not the washroom!

It starts! Local Gobal Superstar Joaquin Le Chein is performing! Let’s watch!

...this ain’t really a good spot to watch, isn’t it? Ah well. We’re getting the advertised entertainment! And then we had Kayla break out into an acting thing...to get interrupted by Katrina Caliente singing. Welp. There we go. Asked for entertainment got! Time to go home! And immediately put Markus to bed, despite not being sleepy. Do you want to deal with a toddler roaming at night? I don’t! (Well I wouldn’t mind but Meredith probably wouldn’t) Annnd sleep.

Neighborhood Watch!

Mt. Komorebi: The Kwa household recently moved out.

Kerry Arndt in the Arndt household has died. Kerry was milking it and got too close to a cowplant.

Lukas Nugent in the Nugent household is now an Installation Intern in the Green Technician career.

Mm. A little bit more, shall we? Markus is up first, to my non-surprise and is in desperate need of the toilet. Properly trained, he is. Today is a Saturday so it is a Finwick Fair day at least. But for now, the time is ours to deal with. And most of it for now is spent on cooking breakfast for Meredith herself and Markus. Markus who kept playing in the cabinets nearby. Now now, you’re not supposed to do that! HA! The nag actually got a bitter sentiment and a festering grudge! Be mean to a toddler once and they will remember this slight. Still his whim is to be funny with her. Let’s see how this goes...works very well! Now he’s going to be playful for four hours! Good for him!

Meredith in contrasts wants to...get a promotion. That means working on the Research and Debate skill meaning a trip to the library. ...after the washer gets finished! The other whim is to call someone on the phone. Doable! Let’s go with Shulk. Good befriends good, after all. Again, we need to kill time so let’s go for a jog. That didn’t take long at all so stop the jog and lets go put those clothes on the clothesline! To the library!

So Meredith is researching and Markus is reading. As the two quietly hang out in their corners of the library, Markus gets grumpy at Meredith. That simmering grudge! But the fair starts up just as soon as Meredith stops researching. Mmm. She’s on the cusp of level 4 researching, let’s go a little longer. It is at this point that Markus gets sleepy. Welp. I can send him to the daycare while Meredith goes off to the fair.

Grocery restock at the two markets. ...perhaps I should also pick up some flowers annnd she’s gone for the evening. None of the exhibitions in the fair are inspiring this time. A shame! So now she’s bored of the exhibition and of a coversation she had. Man. What a time. We did chat up some bar folks afterwards but ehhhh. Nothing to really shake her out of that mood. We did actually finally shake out of this bad mood, with the food, feeling good vibes with other sims, and the convinal lot trait working in our favor. And then we finally go home to rest and sleep. And get Markus to sleep as well.

Neighborhood Watch!

Tayler O’Malley in the O’Malley household has died. Tayler tried to make cereal but it burst into flames.

Oh RIP! That lady was in a house for a long while and had the chance to be playable but nope! Alas!

Glimmerbrook: The Laughlin household recently moved out.

Brindleton Bay: The Jimenez household recently moved out.

...was wondering if I would get to him before he moved out but eh, I suppose it still isn’t likely.

#sims 4 #liveblogging #Roswell Family #meredith roswell #markus roswell

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↳ Index [Day 04 - Brat Taming & Pegging]

Pairing: brat!Taehyung x Mistress!Reader

Kinks: sexting, male masturbation, nippleplay, choking, facesitting, hair pulling, buttplugs, rough pegging, multiple orgasms, degradation, cumplay, spanking, multiple positions, mirror sex, tears, dirty talk, loving aftercare

Wordcount: 5.2k

a/n: broo this did things to me. I fucking love bratty!Tae, imma eat that shit up. Enjoy besties, this is so horny 🤎

Taehyung has been purposefully pushing your buttons the entire day. It started in the middle of the night when he had the audacity to appear as the protagonist in your very own wet dream. Then in the morning when he actually gave you the best head ever, only the pull back when you were ready to cum all over his tongue. You ordered him to finish what he started, but he solely rolled out of bed and left to take a shower. Afterwards he strutted through the apartment naked as he was getting ready to leave for work while you were left feeling desperate for your husband’s mouth.

He even had the audacity to kiss you goodbye as if nothing happened, laughing mischievously as you spanked his ass once as a quick punishment.

His audacity continued throughout the day. Two hours into your shift at work, you received a message from him thanking you for this morning. He thanked you. This little shit thanked you, despite knowing very well that he edged you like crazy. You ignored him and continued your report with a big frown on your face.

You left your phone in the office during lunch time and returned to two more messages from your husband. One picture and one text message. The text told you that he was missing you and thinking of you and the picture was a crotch shot with his big hand cupping his cock over his slacks. It infuriated you so much that you almost left work just to drive to his office and fuck him against the wall. You didn’t in the end, sending him a very sexually angry text instead.

- You: shut up or I’m blocking you

Taehyung answered you five minutes later.

- Taebear: I’m not doing anything… you’re overreacting ;)

Oh he infuriated you so much that you then proceeded to make a very angry, whispered voice message, telling him that you hoped that he was ready to get his ass whooped once home.

Taehyung proceeded to send you three laughing emojis and a selca of him with his eyes half-lidded and his big hand accidentally resting around his throat with the caption “I love you too” underneath.

You decided to drop it. Not because you wanted to, but because for the next hour of your shift, your boss was in your office, talking about the report with you. You could barely even concentrate because all you could think about was your husband with his hand around his throat.

Your boss left a few second ago. You reach for your phone as you had heard it vibrate again ten minutes ago. The time showed four pm. One more hour and you can finally go home. There was one new text message from your husband, which you considered ignoring at first, but in the end couldn’t. You may act angry, but deep down you loved this game. He is so good at getting you frustrated.

You regret it the moment you open your chat to a picture of him. Kneeling in front of your bedroom’s tall mirror, he is showing off his butt. The black slacks are stretching right around the plump flesh of it, his back is arched and hidden behind the phone, is his face.

- Taebear: I’m already home and missing you like crazy.

- You: Tae seriously what the fuck? I’m at work

You stare at your phone obsessively, waiting for his answer. It doesn't come quickly and so you are already trying to work on your report again when your phone finally vibrates. You open your chat with trembling fingers, almost dropping the phone at the new picture popping up.

This little tease laid out all of your buttplugs on the bed and took a picture of them.

- Taebear: which one should I use?

You take a deep breath, squeezing your legs together under the table. You are so weak. Both emotionally and physically. You are sitting here in your stupid office while at home your husband is playing with himself. You could scream, kick something, fight the world. You want to be with him!

- You: you are so unfair. I can’t leave till five…

- Taebear: I want to use the purple one. What do you think?

You clench your jaw. He doesn’t even care that you are suffering right now. Oh, he is making your blood boil.

- You: just do whatever, I don’t care.

You don’t hear from him until fifteen minutes later. Judging by the icon, you already know that it is a video and that knowledge makes you want to throw your phone into the bin and set fire to it. If there is one person who knows how to make sexy videos of himself it is your husband. You are so scared to open it.

In the end your curiosity wins. Now you are sitting locked up in your office’s restroom and opening his video on the lowest volume.

He starts off the video with a moan, already making you want to throw your phone against the wall. You tighten your fingers around it, pressing your thighs together.

“It’s in”, he rasps in a deep voice, “fuck Mistress, I can feel it inside me. It’s so big”, he moans, filming his hand as it runs down his own torso. He lingers on his cock, rubbing it over the fabric of his briefs. He moans again, “look”, he rasps, hooking his fingers in the side of his briefs to pull them aside.

Pause.

You look up, “what the actual fuck is his problem? He's insane. He can’t just send me-” you stop talking, shimmying on the toilet seat like crazy. You look back at your phone, "-ah fuck it."

Play.

The briefs get pulled to the side, revealing his plugged up hole to you. The skin around it glistens in lube. Taehyung traces it with his fingers, filling the audio with soft moans.

“I miss you like crazy, Mistress”, he croaks, pressing down on the plug, “ah Mistress”, he moans loudly and then the video cuts off.

You watch the video a second time and then a third, coming to the conclusion that you will die on this toilet. You can barely even text him back, fingers clammy and shaking like crazy.

- You: one more word from you and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk for days

- Taebear: how terrible

- You: you know what? I’m coming home

- Taebear: please don’t, I don’t want you to get in trouble ;)

- You: No. You are in trouble, not me.

- Taebear: hahahaha

You leave the restroom in big steps, hurrying back to your office to get your stuff.

You can’t stay here any longer, you need him like crazy.

“Taehyung!” you barge into your apartment, “you little shit, where are you?”

You don’t hear anything from him, which means he is trying to hide from you.

“Answer me. You can’t just tease me the entire day, make me mess up at work and then stay quiet”, you call out, running to your bedroom. You drop your outdoor clothes and bag somewhere along the way, dropping your jewellery and suit jacket as well.

“Tae”, you break through the door.

Taehyung is lying on the bed, presenting his ass to you as he fucks a bigger plug in and out of himself, fingers playing with his nipples as he does. You have a no touching without permission rule if one was wondering. But of course your husband doesn’t care one bit about it.

He lifts his head, moaning brokenly.

“Kim Taehyung, you are the rudest man I have ever met. How dare you sent me such dirty stuff while I’m at work”, you growl, stomping to him, “and now you wanna fuck yourself? What the hell are you doing?”

“I missed you. You took too long. I didn’t want to wait any longer.”

“And that gives you the right to break the rules?”

“Yes. Obviously”, he states nonchalantly, dropping his head again to continue fucking his own ass without a care in the world. He parts his legs more, moaning on top of his lungs, “fuck, I do it so well”, he croaks just to push yet another of your buttons.

“You want to say that again?” you hiss, hurrying to him and taking off your pants and panties as you do.

“I do it so well. Maybe even better than you, Mistress”, he says confidently, moaning deliciously when you spank his ass in punishment. He laughs lazily, lips curling into a dirty smirk, “ouch?” he says, cocky eyes falling on you.

“That was only the beginning.”

Taehyung smirks, “give me your worst then, I dare you.”

“Ohoho, you have no idea what I want to do to you. You have no idea”, you growl, wrapping your hand around his throat to force him to keep looking at you.

Taehyung moans happily, eyes burning in so much desire for you.

You climb on top of him, caging him in between your knees. You force his head to turn, abandoning his throat to grab a bundle of his hair instead.

“Can you see it, Tae? Look at it. Look at what you did to me”, you spit, showing him your dripping pussy.

Taehyung licks his lips, staring at it obsessively.

“You know what you have to do now?”

“Yes”, he says, sticking his tongue out. It may make him look so incredibly needy, but he doesn’t care. He loves eating pussy so much that he would rather be good right now than misbehave.

“Good”, you say, dropping on his mouth to fuck yourself stupid on his tongue.

Taehyung growls, eyes widening from surprise now that you are practically smothering him with your cunt. He struggles for the first few seconds, but finds his rhythm once you pull at his hair and force his head to tilt back, revealing more of his tongue to you.

You moan right with him, enjoying the ride with every fibre in your body. Your pussy is so sensitive. Not only from getting edged this morning, but also from having to suffer through Taehyung’s incredibly hot texts the entire day. Quite frankly, all you want to do is cum. Your husband has got you so riled up that just a few rounds on his face is enough to make your toes curl.

“Fuck”, you press out, staring down at him with fiery eyes, “you’re making me so angry, fuck it’s so good to hear how silent you are now.”

Taehyung growls, frowning up at you with furrowed brows. He abandons the plug inside his ass, gripping your hips painfully. He forces you to lift yourself, gasping for air.

“I edged you on purpose”, he says.

“What?” you hiss, fighting his grip to get back on his face.

“I know you had a wet dream tonight. I heard you moan my name. I edged you on purpose because I fuck you better than any dream me ever could.”

“You’re such a brat fuck”, you slap his hands away, dropping back down on his face, “you’re jealous of a dream? Are you serious?”

Taehyung growls, sucking your clit between his lips before flicking his tongue over it as quickly as possible. This is his answer. Yes he is. He is fucking raging in jealousy and all he wants to do is to make sure that you know he is so much better. Only he can make you feel that way. No dream, just him.

“Fuck”, you croak, knees buckling and hands falling behind you for support, “fucking hell. Urgh.”

Taehyung grips your hips, pinning you down on his face, tongue fucking your clit as if it was its sole purpose. He sucks on her, moans around her, licks her with the flat of his tongue and moans again.

“Yes fuuck”, you moan, scratching down his thighs as you come undone on his tongue. Fucking finally. You are shaking, feeling it burn in every inch of your body, your ears are ringing, your stomach convulses.

Taehyung fucks the air, head dizzy from getting you off so good even if that means his airflow gets cut off. He fucking loves making you cum. Only he can make you shake like that. Only he can do that.

“Fucking hell, yes”, you groan, coming down in a harsh tremble, “let me go.”

Taehyung pins you down on his face stronger.

“Let me go, you brat”, you order, puling at his hair.

Taehyung sucks on your clit, sending shivers through you.

“Let. Go. Now”, you bark, body twitching in overstimulation.

You finally get him off of you by tugging on his hair. His hands slip from you, his lips chase you desperately.

“Don’t ever do that again”, you warn him, climbing off of him, “hear me?”

Taehyung shakes his head, licking his lips clean as he does.

You wrap your hand around his throat, making him gasp from the pressure you apply on his veins. He looks at you with heavy lids, lips pink and swollen from eating pussy.

“I really, really hope for your own safety that you do.”

“And if I don’t?” he challenges.

“Wanna find out, huh?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself if I do?”

“Fuck, you drive me insane”, you rasp, stealing one rough kiss from him. You break it with a moan, tilting his head up while you are still choking him tightly, “I’m going to let go of your throat now and you are going to follow for once and get on all fours. Understood?”

“Maybe.”

“Understood?” you repeat, cutting off more of his blood flow.

Taehyung moans, “why don’t you find out for yourself and just let go?” he challenges, voice just slightly strained from getting choked so good.

“Fuck, you little brat”, you murmur, releasing his throat.

Taehyung gasps, arching his back. His cock is throbbing, his eyes are glassy. You just know that his head is pounding now that all of the blood is rushing back to it and that he is living for the sensation. After all, you are the only person who knows just all the weakness of him. He loves games of faux anger and the roughness that follows, he loves talking back just so you can push him harder, he fucking loves that shit. And you love it just as much, watching in delight as Taehyung – despite his brattiness – truly gets on all fours.

He arches his back for you, folding his hands in perfect manner.

“There? Is that what you wanted?” he challenges, looking over his shoulder at you.

“Yes. I did”, you say, palming his ass, “that’s a good boy. It’s a shame, I still gotta spank you.”

Smack!

Taehyung moans, throwing his head back in surprise.

Smack!

“You broke the no touching rule.”

Smack!

“And acted like a spoiled, little brat the entire day”

Smack!

“That deserves a spanking”, you finish your sentence, landing two harsh spanks on each of his ass cheeks.

“Fuck”, his voice is breathy, his thighs are tensing, “fuck, Mistress.”

You watch how his hole clenches around the shaft of the plug. You spank him even harder just so you can watch how he is tensing around the toy, ears filling with sounds of his blissed-out moans.

“You look like a little slut with your ass all stuffed. Do you know that, brat?”

Taehyung wiggles his hips, arching his back more to reveal himself even better.

“Of course you do, that’s why you’re doing it”, you say, spanking him repeatedly until Taehyung physically has to flee you, fingers twisting the sheets as he does.

“Sensitive”, he croaks.

“I know, god I know”, you say, running your fingers over his deeply reddened buttocks, “you finally look the part.”

“Fuck me”, he begs quietly.

“What was that?”

“Fuck. Me”, he hisses, “please.”

“Tch, fine. But only because you asked nicely”, you say, abandoning him to put your gear on.

You decide to go with one of your favourite dildos today, securing it safely on your harness strap-on. You take a bottle of lube with you and return to the bed.

Taehyung is still kneeling on all fours, waiting for you patiently.

You laugh, “for such a brat, you can follow commands pretty well if that means you get to be fucked.”

Taehyung stays silent, huffing out air.

“It's adorable really”, you taunt, wrapping your fingers around the base of the plug. You pull it out of him, watching in delight as his hole is fighting you. How greedy. He doesn’t want to give up the toy. Adorable.

“Fuck, hurry up”, Taehyung stresses.

“One more word and I'll leave this room and you can go fuck yourself”, you hiss, threatening to push the plug back inside with one soft push.

“Okay, okay sorry!” he exclaims, “sorry, I-I'll shut up.”

“Hah”, you chuckle, “so pathetic. You’re such a cockslut Kim Taehyung”, you taunt, finally pulling out the toy and discarding it on the towel by his knees.

You watch his hole gape for a few seconds before he clenches it. It look so soft and wet, so ready to be fucked by you. You trace it with your fingertips, listening to the soft sigh your husband makes because of it.

“So stretched out already”, you say, pushing two of your digits into his warmth, “shit, you’re so wet.”

Taehyung moans, bucking his hips back in a desperate search for more. The plug was so big and now your fingers are so small in comparison. All he wants is to be stretched again. His tongue is aching to throw a bratty remark at you, but he knows that he shouldn’t. Getting denied your strap is not worth being bratty right now.

“Please”, so he begs. He begs because he knows you love that shit.

“Please what, brat? Use your words will you?”

“Please, your strap. Please.”

Taehyung feels the blood in his veins boil from how mockingly you laugh at him. Shit, he sounds so weak now that he is begging. Fuck, his cock is hard from getting laughed at.

“Of course you can get my strap. Such a pathetic cockslut”, you taunt, pulling your fingers out of him to instead prepare your strap.

You slather it in a good layer of lube, spreading it in and around his hole as well to make sure he is wet enough. He'll need it, you are going to make sure of that.

“Ready?” you ask, pressing your cockhead against his hole.

“Yeah”, Taehyung moans and arches his back, presenting more of his ass to you. Finally. He is so excited.

“Tell me if it hurts, okay?” you tell him, slipping inside slowly.

“It's good”, he sighs, “keep going.”

“That's it, so good. Almost there”, you praise, feeding him the last two inches of your strap, “I'm in. How are you doing?”

“Good. Feels good”, he says and moans softly, wiggling his hips, “oh god that’s so good.”

“Look at you already trying to fuck yourself”, you say, caressing his buttocks as you watch him fuck his own hole on your strap. It looks so well-stretched and relaxed around your girth, glistening in the lube.

“Move please”, he begs, arching his back for you.

You follow, rolling your hips into him carefully. You want him to be comfortable. All the bratiness in the world and all the acts of faux anger which follow, couldn’t excuse you not taking care of him. Getting something stuck into you can be scary at times and the ass is a tight, little spot to put a whole cock in. You want him to ease into it before you completely annihilate him.

“More”, he begs.

You draw out your movements, making sure that your cock leaves him until the tip before you slip back inside. Taehyung shudders each time that happens, thighs tensing in bliss.

“So good, feels so good”, he whispers, “fuck, please don’t stop.”

“I'm not planning to. I wanna ruin you, hear me?”

“Please do”, he begs, “please break me. Please.”

“Are you sure? Imma be rough.”

“So sure. Be rough with me, I need it so bad.”

“Fine”, you step closer, “last chance to take it back.”

“Just fuck me like you mean it!” he begs loudly, chasing your cock desperately.

“Trust me, I will.”

You force Taehyung into the mattress face first and with your fingers twisted in his hair. He moans loudly because of it, grabbing the sheets on anticipation.

You land a harsh spank across his ass before finally drilling your cock into him in a punishing rhythm.

Taehyung wails up and gasps repeatedly, trying and failing to flee your harsh fuck.

“Like this? Huh?” you spit.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” he chants, nose scrunched up and toes curling.

“You’re a slut Kim Taehyung”, you growl, twisting his hair tighter, “you’re nothing but a fucking slut. And that’s how I'm gonna fucking treat you."

Taehyung manages to turn his head to the side, exposing his drugged out expression to you. Eyes half-open yet rolled back and swollen lips agape as deep groans are leaving him with each harsh thrust.

“Say that you are. Tell me”, you order, shaking Taehyung’s nimble body with a cruel roll of your hips.

“I’m a slut”, Taehyung croaks, arching his back as much as he can.

“Yes you are. And whose slut are you?”

“Yours”, Taehyung lulls, twisting the sheets when your cock rubs right against his prostate.

“Exactly”, you let his eyes flit to his eyes in the mirror. He is looking at you with his vision very clearly out of focus, “Kim fucking Taehyung’s my slut”, you growl, pinning him down by his neck.

He keens, breaking eye contact because he couldn’t bear with just how much faux poison you were looking at him.

“Look at me!” you bark, spanking his ass harshly.

“Ah!” Taehyung wails, forcing his eyes open panickedly.

“Better. You should see how pathetic you look when I fuck you”, you growl, watching in delight as Taehyung’s body convulses and his eyes fill with tears. He fucking loves watching himself get fucked. You know that seeing just how rough you are with him, breaks him into a million pieces.

“Now who fucks you that good, slut?” you spit, digging your nails into his neck.

“You! You do.”

“Say my name.”

“___”, Taehyung sobs, pressing his own body further into the mattress just so he can arch his back even more and as a result feel your hard cock even deeper inside of him.

“Exactly. I am. I’m fucking you that good”, you bark and twist Taehyung’s hair until Taehyung has to tilt his head back.

“Aaah”, he yelps, opening his mouth as far as possible. You can watch how he curls his tongue each time your hips meet him harshly. The sound the connection makes is loud and angry. Skin on skin and wet lube, mixing with the croaking of the bedsprings and Taehyung’s measly sobs.

Now, that is how it sounds when your otherwise so collected husband is getting railed into oblivion. Wonderful. You already missed those sounds.

You look back at his face and the slutty, almost crazed, amount of pleasure he carries on it. He is crying, still curling his tongue and yet deep down his features carry immense happiness.

“It’s me. I’m fucking you that good. Only I can fuck you that way”, you chant, hips ruthless, “you’re mine. You’re my slut. You’re my fucking property. You belong to me”, you bark, spanking Taehyung’s ass so harshly the poor man convulses in surprise.

“Mistress, I’m cumming”, Taehyung wails, almost ripping the sheets.

“Then cum. It’s all you’re good for.”

Taehyung tilts his head back even further, arches his back even more and climaxes.

He chants your name, crying hot tears as his nimble body trembles out of control.

“Yes, say my name. Say my fucking name”, you encourage him and while Taehyung is still in the middle of orgasming violently, you take his shaking body and flip it over to its side so he was now truly able to watch himself in the mirror.

You take Taehyung’s failing leg and lift it roughly. Then you thrust back inside, forcing Taehyung to squeak now that his hole is oh so tight in his orgasm.

The squeaking continues just as your harsh fucking continues.

“Mi-Mistress t-too much”, Taehyung stutters, kicking the air weakly.

“Shut up and take it. You crybaby.”

“I’m too sensitive.”

“No you’re not, you’re just whining.”

Taehyung wails and buries his face in the sheets. He truly rips them, digging his fingers deeper into them to the point where he almost breaks through the mattress. His cock, covered in his creamy cum, is still rockhard, bouncing with each hard thrust you give his overstimulated ass. His veins are throbbing, spanning all over his v-lines and lower stomach by now. Even his hands and arms are covered in them, pulsating each time Taehyung tightens his fingers as a reaction of getting drilled by your girthy cock.

His neck, covered in a thick layer of sweat, is showing veins as well. They are bulging right with his tendons, getting stronger each time Taehyung pulls his lips back to show off his gritted teeth.

“There we go. Take it. Take my cock, you slut”, you bark, bending Taehyung’s body in a way that would twist his hips into a slightly unnatural position. His leg is bent by the knee, held up by your unfaltering grip. His sculpted ass is on full display, jiggling each time you feed it girthy cock.

His cock, now hidden from your view, is grinding into the mattress, making Taehyung scream up from the added friction.

He begins to fight you again. Flailing and kicking until you pin him down with angry precision

“Will you behave?” you bark, “you’re not making it easier by acting like a whore.”

“Too sensitive, please too sensitive”, Taehyung is coughing up a sob.

“You’re always sensitive. What’s new?”

“You- ah! Please, sensitive. M-my ass, sens- ah pleaseee!”

“Fuck”, you groan and rolls your eyes, “you’re such a crybaby, it’s unbelievable.”

You pick up Taehyung and once again throw him around as if he was nothing. It sadly makes your cock slip out of him, but that’s no problem as you will soon fill him up again You take his legs and bend them by his knees, forcing them into his chest as far as he can go. Your big strap, you grind against his swollen cock. For now.

“Why are you such a whiney, little crybaby, mhm?” you spit, making him gulp from how dark your eyes seem to be.

“I’m sorry”, he hiccups, “I’m so sorry, I’m a crybaby”, he croaks and sobs softly, pulling the cutest, little face of devastation, “I’m nothing but a crybaby, please punish me”, he begs in a devastating wail, throwing his arm over his own eyes to cover up just how pathetically he cries.

“Gladly”, you rasp and after covering your strap and his hole with a new layer of creamy lube, you thrust back into him.

Taehyung arches his back and curls his toes, showing you his teeth as his lips curl back in a pathetic whimper.

“I’m punishing you, can you feel it? Mhm? That’s what crybabies like you get.”

“I’m a crybaby”, he sobs, chasing you with sloppy rolls of his hips.

“Yeah you are, the most pathetic of them”, you growl, bruising his skin from just how tightly you grip his thighs. His skin is sweaty, slippery and sticky, making your own palms sweat from just how heated he feels. You dig your nails deeper and force his legs further into his chest.

“Fuck! ___ please!” he yelps, dimpling the pillow from how far he throws his head back.

“I know, my cocks so fucking deep”, you taunt, “that’s what you deserve. Hear me? That’s what you get from being such a brat the entire day”, you spit, torturing his prostate with an especially ruthless thrust. The kind which makes his toes curl and for his voice to cut off in his throat as he reaches the state of screaming for you where can’t scream but only show you his agape mouth gasping for air. You love that state, soaking it up like an addict.

“Remember that when you can’t sit for days to come. This is your own doing. I’m fucking you that hard because you made me.”

“I’m cumming again”, Taehyung squeaks, voice frail and oh so high-pitched.

You bend his body more. Like this his hips are lifted and his knees are on each side of his head, hard cock throbbing right over his face.

“Do it. Cum. Fucking cum”, you order him, drilling your cock back into him.

And Taehyung crumbles like a slut. The humiliation of having to cum on his own face, mixed with how exposed you have him, literally kicks him over the edge. Fuck, he falls so hard. His cum feels hot on his face, marking him as the needy little slut that he is.

“Thank you, ah thank you”, he begins chanting, painting a proud smile onto your face, "thank you! Thank you! Ah! Thank you!"

“There we go, such a good boy. Fuck!” you moan, throwing your head back as you finally let go yourself. You have broken him and that shit makes you cum like nothing else does, "my good boy…."

You set him down gently afterwards, making sure not to hurt him once you slip out. Then you drop next to him, groaning in complete and utter exhaustion.

“Well shit”, you press out, reaching for his tummy to caress it.

“Yeah”, Taehyung barely gets the word out, body feeling so, so far away and mind barely functioning.

“You good?”

“Mhm, you?”

“Mhm, yeah.”

You both exhale loudly at the same time and then for the next few minutes nothing can be heard except your frantic breathing and the traffic outside. Sex like today always leaves you so completely and utterly ruined that you could pass out cold without problems.

And you probably would have, hadn’t you still so much to clean.

You prop yourself up on your weak elbows, shimmying closer to Taehyung.

He rolls his head to you, giving you a sleepy grin.

“You look so sexy with cum on your face”, you praise him, running your fingers through the big patch he left on his cheek.

“Thankies”, he mumbles, closing his eyes, “fuck seriously, I feel so dead. You’re so good.”

“Thank you”, you say with a fluttering heart, “you too. You took me so, so well. I didn’t bend you too much, did I?”

“No, it was so good.”

“Yeah? And I wasn’t too mean, was I?”

“Of course not, it was so hot. I love it so much when you degrade me”, he gazes up at you, “was I too mean?”

“No you weren’t. You’re so hot when you’re bratty”, you assure him, giggling with him.

He gasps then hisses in slight discomfort.

“What happened?”

“My ass is so sensitive, stings a little when I laugh too much.”

“Gosh, it does? Do you want me to get some soothing cream? Or something to cool it?”

“Not yet, it doesn’t hurt a lot”, he gazes at you again, “can I be cuddled for a while?”

“Of course, my handsome”, you smile at him, “but first lets clean off your face a little.”

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hoedamn-eron · 2 years ago

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broken heating - part 2

Jake comes clean about why he ended it.

Warnings: Reader was in an exclusive relationship with Jake. Some swearing. Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Overuse of the phrase 'I know'. Angst. Lightly proofread. Word count: 1,883 (whoops) GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Sorry this is so late, life got really hectic over the weekend, but it's here now! Realised most of my Moon Knight fics take place in coffee shops/cafes.

Part 1

You sigh as you look at your phone again, checking the time. It’s probably (definitely) the third time in fifteen minutes that you’ve checked, and time isn’t moving any quicker.

You’d received a text, earlier that week. From Jake. And you knew it was from Jake from the way he never bothered to spell the word ‘you’ in texts, always wanting to use ‘u’. He’d asked to meet you, after a full year of no contact, not since he threatened your landlord about your heating, wanting to talk.

You hated to admit it, but the text had sent you spiralling. You had finally moved on, even planning on going on a second date with Tom from work, and then he’d text you, having the gall to ask if you could meet with him. You’d pondered for hours over how you were going to reply, if you were going to reply at all, fully considering telling him to ‘do one’ and ‘never contact me again’.

But yet here you were, like an idiot, waiting on Jake Lockley, who didn’t have the decency to show up on time, even though he was the one who wanted to talk to you. You could be doing something better right now, like…rearranging your living room, or buying that rug you saw in that charity shop window the other day. You hadn’t stopped thinking about it, and now you think you might actually go and get it later, if it was still there. He had five minutes to get there, or you’re leaving.

You won’t give him the satisfaction of a text, asking where he was. You’ve taken time out of your day to be here, on his request, so if he can’t be here, then you shouldn’t need to be either. You’d waited for him long enough, literally, and figuratively.

Giving an annoyed sigh, you gather your things that you had unceremoniously threw on the spare seat next to you. As you were slipping your coat on, the café door swung open, and a panting…Steven came running in (wearing Jake’s clothes, might you add), his eyes quickly scanning the area for you, his eyes landing on you, widening as he sees you putting your coat on.

Great…Jake can’t even be there when he does turn up.

“Are you leaving?” Steven asked as he hurried over to you.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “He’s nearly half an hour late, Steven, I’m not going to stick around.”

“No, he just…we overslept, that’s all, he didn’t forget.”

“So then why are you here?” you asked, almost sounding tired.

Steven hesitated before swallowing. He lightly shrugged his shoulder. “He’s…he’s a little nervous.”

The change was subtle, but at the same time, it wasn’t. Steven’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his posture changed, his eyes narrowing lightly and his forehead furrowing into a frown. “I’m not nervous, hermano.”

You blinked, feeling a little taken aback. You’re not sure why, you came here to see Jake, now here he was. Maybe it was because you hadn’t seen him in so long. Yeah, that must be it. “Hello, Jake.”

It was as if he finally saw you, his eyes locking onto yours as he straightened up. “Hey.”

You could feel your face heating up. He was still as good looking as he always was, and he still made your heart skip a beat after all this time. It pissed you off.

“You’re late.”

“Overslept.”

“Yeah, Steven said.”

It was awkward. You knew it would be, but it felt more so now that you were prepared to leave and Jake was here now. You sighed as you took your seat again but keeping your coat on. You wanted a quick getaway if it was needed. “So what is it you wanted to talk about?”

Jake gave a small grin and huffed a laugh as he took the free seat opposite you. “Straight to the point, huh?”

You raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t say anything.

Jake sighed at you. “I just wanted to clear the air.”

“Okay,” you reply, waiting for him to continue. You couldn’t show him that you were bothered by him. He wanted to see you, after he broke up with you. “So…” you wave you hand at him. “Go ahead.”

Jake gave you a blank stare. If it were anyone else, they would have been uneasy, but you know Jake. He was just calculating his next moves, knowing that you were about to leave, which he didn’t take as a good sign. It meant you weren’t too bothered about what he wanted to say, but yet you still showed up. So there was some hope there.

“You…you look great, I really appreciate you taking the time to see me.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Jake…”

“I know, I know,” Jake muttered, slumping back in his chair as you lowered your hand from your face, looking at him with an unamused look. “I wasn’t in a good place. I’m still not in a good place. I never will be.” Jake sighed.

“So you…you pushed me away?” you shook your head at him. “You threw away everything we had.”

“I know.”

“I know, you know.” You glare at him. “What you did was a shitty thing.”

“I know it was! What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry?”

“Yes, Jake, I want you to say that you’re sorry, for dumping me after you let me practically move in with you, and giving you my all, then throwing it back in my face!”

“You saw us getting married and settling down, and I can’t do that,” Jake sighed. “I can’t do that to you, and I can’t do that to myself. It’s not in the cards for me.”

“Didn’t you think that you should have spoken to me about these things before deciding that we just shouldn’t be together anymore?” you hissed at him, the anger bubbling away in the pit of your stomach. How dare he make those decisions for you!

“Our future doesn’t align!” Jake snapped. “We want different things. I had to cut ties with you before it was too late.”

“’Cut ties’? Is that all it was to you?”

Jake grimaced, looking away from you. “No, sorry. That wasn’t how it meant to come out.”

He was never good with words. You sat silently as you took a good look at him. He looked tired, but that was no different than it was a year ago – the body went through a lot. When you were together, Jake had told you that his safe space was with you, that he could truly unwind and not be on his guard so much. You wonder how much work Khonshu has him doing now that he wasn’t with you anymore (not that it stopped Jake the first time).

You shake your head. He wasn’t yours to worry about anymore. “I understand…I get why you wanted me to leave. You’re right, I wanted more than you could give me.” Jake said nothing as you carried on rambling. “And maybe at the end of the day, it was the right thing to do, but it doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt. I was suddenly alone and you’d…you’d just let me go, like I was nothing to you.”

“That’s not – “

“And do you know how much it ached,” you hissed. “To think that I’d done something wrong, that it was me that was the problem?”

“You didn’t do anything, it was me with the issues.”

“Why did you come to my landlord?” you suddenly ask, your brow furrowed at him.

Jake blinked at you. “What?”

“When my heating went, why did you go to my landlord?”

Jake hesitated for a moment before he shook his head. “That wasn’t – “

“It was you, so don’t bother lying.” You sat up straighter in your chair. “Why did you do it?”

Jake held your gaze for a few moment before looking away. “Because…because I knew I fucked you over, and it was one last thing I could do…to make you feel even a little better.” Jake’s shoulders slumped. “Steven told me about it after he ran into you.”

You nod. Your landlord had been just a bit nicer to you since that day, fixing even just the little things that had gone wrong in the flat. “Well…thank you, anyway. He got it fixed.”

Jake gave a nod. “No problem.”

You both sat in awkward silence for a few moments, and you were contemplating saying goodbye and leaving before Jake piped up with, “Are you seeing anyone?”

You pulled a face at him. “What?”

“I just…I don’t know why I asked, forget it.”

“His name is Tom. He’s from work.”

Jake ignored the way his heart panged in his chest. He wasn’t expecting that. “Oh.”

“Nothing serious at the moment, we’ve been on like, one official date, but we take our lunch breaks at the same time. He’s nice. Seeing him again tonight, actually.”

Jake nodded but didn’t say anything. Of course you met someone else, why wouldn’t you? You were the kindest, most beautiful human being he’d ever met, of course you met someone else. He didn’t have the right to feel as downtrodden as he did. He ended it with you because he was a coward and couldn’t see himself settling down. It may have taken him over a year to stop being afraid of what he’d done, but he truly was glad to see that you were doing okay.

“What about you?”

Jake looked at you for a moment before shaking his head. “Nah, not seeing anyone. Well…Steven’s met someone, me and Marc having taken bets on when he’s finally going to ask her out.”

You lightly snort. “Is she nice?”

Jake nodded. “Yeah…yeah, she’s nice.”

Jake briefly looks at his reflection in the window and you could only imagine what Steven was saying to him. You smiled lightly before checking the time on your phone. You needed to make a move soon, you had to go to your friends to feed her cat because she was away, and you still had to go to the dry cleaners (they’d been ringing you every day for the blazer you’d sent in last week).

“I should get going,” you said, standing your bag again and hoisting it over your shoulder. Jake stood after you. “I’ve got stuff to do today.”

Jake nodded. “Right. Yeah. Me too.”

You nod at him, the two of you staring at each other. Do you hug? No, that felt too personal. But a handshake seemed too formal. You settled for a small, closed lip smile. “I know that things are different between us now, but I’m glad you reached out. Even if I shouted at you a little.”

Jake chuckled, causing your heart to skip a beat again, like it had earlier. “I think I deserved to be shouted at.”

You bit your lip before nodding a little. “You did. But we move on.” Jake nodded at the double meaning to your words. You nod towards the door. “I best get going.”

“I’ll see you later.”

You study him for a moment before you smile, giving a nod. “Yeah. See you later.”

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belphies-cuhm-sluht · 3 years ago

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Time For Bed (Lucifer x GN!Reader) FLUFF

Random Lucifer fluff! I write about going to sleep way too much considering I barely get any sleep myself. Holy shit I think I'm projecting onto the characters. WHOOPS!

Anywhooooo

Word Count : 1.7K

Warnings : Nothing. Just fluff and soft tired Lucifer

How long had you been laying in bed waiting for him to come up to see you? A few minutes? Hours? You turned to look at the clock on the nightstand, rolling your eyes as another minute ticked by. “Dammit, Lucifer…” You groaned, kicking the blankets off as you got out of the bed. He was probably still working on some shit that Lord Diavolo had made him do, or he was passed out at his desk. Either way, he was overworking himself and you hated that he did it so often. There wasn’t a moment that the two of you could be alone, whether he was working in his office or dealing with his brothers, there was never a time where you could actually be together.

“Lucifer…” You mumbled his name as you tapped your knuckles against the wooden door of his office, letting your head rest against it as you waited for him to respond. You weren’t even tired when you had gone up to the room, but just waiting for him made you sleepy, and the thought of how much work he had to do made you exhausted. You could only imagine how he felt having to actually do it, and he deserved a break, or at least a comfortable bed to actually fall asleep in. “Come up to bed, please.” Your hand slid down the door and landed on the doorknob, still waiting for him to answer, or literally say anything or even mumble… just a noise.

“Work… have to work…” He grumbled from behind the door and you could hear the lack of emotion in his voice. The man was beyond tired, beyond exhausted, and he was still pushing himself to keep going. It wasn’t okay, and if you weren’t terrified of the repercussions, you’d have a word with Diavolo about making Lucifer do his work for him. “Go to bed, dear… I’ll be up soon…” Which you knew was bullshit. It was already two in the morning, and he woke up early too, the least he could do is try to get a little bit of sleep and rest his head on an actual pillow instead of a stack of papers.

You sighed loudly outside the door, mentally telling yourself that you wouldn’t leave without him. He wouldn’t leave the office though, not with you standing outside of the door, so you quickly pushed it open, crossing your arms as you finally took in the sight of him. His hair was disheveled and his eyelids were heavy. You could only imagine how many cups of coffee he had drank to stay up this late, and even though you knew nothing could actually happen to him, you still didn’t want him to get ill. “You can’t keep staying up like this. It’s not good for you.” You shut the door behind you before going over to his desk, shaking your head when you saw the full cup of black coffee right next to him. “You need sleep, Lucifer.”

He hummed quietly, but never dropped the pen from his fingers, scribbling across the papers in front of him and you weren’t even sure if he was actually writing legibly or if he was just making little squiggle lines at this point. Nothing made what he was doing worth it, and you weren’t just going to leave the office, not without him. You walked around the desk, grabbing his arm and giving it a light tug to try to get his attention. “Hmph… You don’t need to watch me. I’ll be up when I can.” He pulled his arm away, rolling his shoulders before going back to working on the paper in front of him.

“I’ll just stay here until you’re done, then.” You huffed loudly as you walked back around to one of the arm chairs across from his desk, flopping down in it and crossing your arms across your chest. Were you tired? Yes, but if he wasn’t going to get to bed, you weren’t either. It didn’t make any sense in the long run, and by the end of all of this, you’d both be exhausted because he was too prideful to say that you were right and actually leave, and you were too persistent to just give it up and let it go.

He finally looked up from his desk, tsking his tongue and staring at you as he leaned back in his chair. “You’re being ridiculous. What is both of us losing sleep going to do?” You weren’t actually sure what the answer to that question is because honestly, you both were just going to be extra tired by morning, and you knew that he already knew that, so there was no point in you saying it. So you shrugged, giving him a little smirk as if you knew something that he didn’t about your miraculous plan to pull an all-nighter with him, but he wasn’t a fool, and he wasn’t going to fall for whatever it was that you were doing. “Is there an actual reason that you need me right now?”

There were a lot of reasons you felt like you needed him right now, some of them didn’t actually include using the bed for its intended purpose, but you still needed him in the bed to do what you were thinking. The other reason was… well… you missed him. You missed being able to curl up into his chest and cocoon he and yourself in his blankets as you both dozed off. It seemed like it had been forever since you had done something like that with him, just having an intimate moment together in private, in silence. You were able to just enjoy… him… and being with him. It might not have been a lot to him, but it meant a lot to you. “I can’t sleep…” It wasn’t lying, because in a sense, you did find it harder to fall asleep without him in the bed with you, but it was also partially because you stayed up waiting for him every night even though he told you to get some sleep before he came up because it would be a while.

He let out a small chuckle, pushing his chair away from the desk as he got up, shaking his head. “You made this whole thing about me when it was you who couldn’t sleep. I think I have something for that…” Your eyes narrowed as you watched him walk to the bookshelf that lined the wall. What was he going to do? Was there a spell that would knock you out, or did he have a secret bottle of Z-Quil hidden in the pages of one of his books? That wasn’t the main thing though, what you couldn’t stop thinking about was how absolutely clueless he was, or at least, pretended to be. How could he not piece everything that you had said together? Maybe his brain was fried from working so much that he was unable to pick up the hints that you were dropping.

With a loud sigh, you got up from your own seat and walked over to him, grabbing his hand as he reached for a book. “I can’t sleep because you’re not there…” You didn’t actually want to put it so bluntly, it was kind of embarrassing to admit things like that, especially to him. You watched his face, waiting for his reaction, and as you watched him you could have sworn that you saw his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. His hand dropped as he turned to look at you completely, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t the usual smile you’d receive for something like this, usually he’d be smug and smirk at you while giving a witty, subtle remark about how he knows just the way to help get you to sleep. This time was different though, and it was most likely due to him being so tired.

“What kind of demon would I be to deny my darling a good night's sleep?” The question kind of threw you off because in terms of demons… he’d be a pretty good one to make you not have a good night’s sleep, but you knew what he meant and you didn’t want to ruin the moment by being a smartass. His hands moved to your hips, pulling you lightly to bring you closer to him as he leaned in to rest his forehead against your own. “Let’s get some sleep. I guess we both need it.” You hummed quietly in response, and once his hands were dropped you reached out to grab one of his to lead him out of the office. If you turned your back on him and started walking by yourself, he’d probably go back to his desk and continue working, and you weren’t going to let that happen.

Both of your movements were slow, your feet practically dragged across the floor as you walked up the stairs to his room. The fact that neither of you fell or tripped up the stairs or ran into anything is shocking considering both of you could barely keep your eyes open. By the time you were in the room all you wanted to do was fall into the bed with him, cover up, and pass out. “Are you gonna-” You hadn’t had time to finish your question, which probably didn’t matter at the moment, but you knew it would be uncomfortable for him to fall asleep in what he was wearing, but apparently he didn’t care, or he was just too tired to care right then.

He fell face first onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow. It didn’t take long for the soft sound of snoring to fill the room, and the sound of it made you smile to yourself. He was finally getting some decent sleep, and if anyone deserved it, it was him. You climbed into the bed next to him, pulling the covers up around you as your eyes started to fully close. You’d both get a good night’s sleep together, and that’s all you really wanted.

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jackrrabbit · 4 years ago

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cooking at 3am /// Osamu x f!Reader

Request: Imagine cooking together with Osamu at 3am because neither of you could sleep (or because ‘Samu got the midnight munchies lol). You don’t have anything specific in mind; you’re just playing around and feeding each other little bits of what you make.

A/N: bruh you said munchies and my mind said [[ h i g h o s a m u ]] sorry this went in a kinda different direction? but still fun 3am cooking project vibes :P

Tag/warnings: fluff, light drug use (weed), you and Atsumu are lowkey Bros™️, Osamu's kinda baby 🤧

Osamu’s not good at smoking.

He doesn’t really know how to inhale—you know, hold it in his lungs so it can soak in or whatever—and when he does, he coughs. Except he tries to repress the coughs. Even if he wants to hide it, he’s always close enough to you that you can feel his chest moving from trying not to cough when he takes a hit.

And also, like every baby smoker, he can’t really tell when it’s kicking in until he’s off the deep end.

“Can you feel it yet?”

“No.”

You shoot Osamu a glance where he’s sitting on the ground in front of the couch, watching a nature documentary on Atsumu’s TV with a glazed-over look on his face. “You sure? Your eyes are super red.”

“I can’t feel it. Give it—“ He holds out his hand and honestly you’re pretty sure he’s had plenty, but it’s Atsumu’s vape so who cares. You hand it over and Osamu holds it up to his mouth and sucks, eyes fluttering closed as the light on the side of the Pax glows yellow.

God, he looks hot when he does that. Something about a hot guy smoking, yeah? Actually, no. Something about your hot boyfriend smoking.

Except 'Samu holds his breath a second too long and you can see the urge to cough hit him… Wait for it, you think to yourself, and a second later he hacks and wheezes the vapor out in a wispy cloud that reflects silver against the semi-dark. You coo in sympathy and pat his back. “Want some water?”

Osamu shakes his head, hand over his mouth to stop the coughing. On the tv, David Attenborough talks about penguin courtship rituals and Atsumu (who’s been draped on the couch next to you for the past few hours) gives a light little sigh in his sleep. You check the time. 3am. Bedtime. Too bad you and 'Samu are both too high to drive home…whoops. Guess you’re spending the night at Atsumu’s place.

Osamu rubs his bloodshot eyes like they’re itchy, which they probably are. “Hey, can we— uhh… Do we have pancakes.”

“Pancakes, babe? You mean the ones you made for breakfast?”

“Yeah, there’s leftovers…I made you extra and you didn’t want them.” He twists around and gives you an incredibly dirty look, like this is something you did on purpose to hurt his feelings. “If you don’t want them I’m going to eat them.”

“Wait, 'Samu—“ But Osamu's already getting up off the floor to wander over to the next room. You debate pausing the show—it’s a really good scene—but you leave it going for Atsumu's sake because you’re pretty sure the narration is the only thing keeping him asleep. He’s kinda drooling on your shoulder and you have to push him off to go follow your boyfriend to the kitchen.

“What is all this stuff? Ugh…” Osamu's pawing through the fridge. There’s a lot of crinkling, plastic sounds—you catch a glimpse inside and all of the shelves are stacked up with plastic bags and styrofoam containers.

You yawn and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. “Takeout? I don’t think he cooks.” Atsumu's going to get a lecture tomorrow for keeping 2-week-old Indian food in his fridge. God knows you heard it way too many times before you and Osamu moved in together. You don’t envy 'Tsumu.

Osamu sits down in front of the fridge, fumbles with a drawer, and pulls out a bag of moldy grapes. “Gross…who lives like this…”

You snicker into your hand.

“I can’t find the pancakes.” 'Samu's pulling the plastic drawers all the way out now, setting them down on the floor as he inspects the contents of the fridge.

“They’re not here.”

“You ate them?”

“No, I— Hey, put those back in,” you tell him helplessly as he shuts the door of the fridge, ignoring all the leftover food he took out. Yeah, half of it was probably off anyway, but Atsumu's gonna be pissed if he wakes up and there’s takeout going bad all over his kitchen floor.

“You threw away my pancakes?” Now the look on Osamu's face is utter betrayal. He stands up off the floor and glares sulkily at you. “I made those for you…”

“I didn’t throw them away, they’re—“ You hold back a laugh and wish you had your phone on you (where did it go?) so you could take a picture. He’s so cute when he smokes. “—they’re at home.”

“At home?”

“Yep, at home. The place where you and me live, remember?”

“Oh.” Osamu pauses, reaches out absently to grab the edge of your sleeve. You’re wearing one of his hoodies. “We’re not at home?”

“Nope. We’re at Atsumu's place,” you tell him through a giggle.

He plays with your sleeve, contemplating. “Why?”

“Because we’re out of weed and he said he’d smoke us out. And we like hanging out with him.”

“Oh. We do?”

“Yes.”

“…’Kay.” It takes Osamu a second to accept this, but then he nods seriously. “(Y/N), I'm hungry.”

“I know. What do you want to eat? You could probably have any of that stuff, I don’t think he’ll miss it.”

'Samu thinks about it for a moment, scanning the array of takeout containers spread out across the kitchen floor. “I want pancakes.”

“The pancakes are at home, remember?”

“Yeah…” Osamu flips over his grip on your sleeve and traces his thumb down the lines in your palm. “I could make some?”

More pancakes? “I don’t think 'Tsumu has eggs, babe. Or flour. Or…baking soda?” You’re not really sure what ingredients go into pancakes. Whatever cooking skills you possessed pre-Osamu have deteriorated significantly since you moved in together and he took over any and all food preparation for your household.

He pouts at this, and his hair is a little messed up, and he’s so pretty that you can’t stand how much you like him in that second. Mine mine mine, something in the back of your brain says. He’s mine.

You reach up and Osamu obediently ducks his head down so you can smooth his hair back into place and fix the bits that are flipping over his part. “Is there anything else you want to eat?”

“Onigiri.”

“Oh…” Well, at least Atsumu probably has rice. “Sure. Ok. That’s your specialty.”

“I want ya to make it for me.”

“What?” You frown and pull your hand out of his. “You know my cooking sucks.”

“No it doesn’t. (Y/N)’s food’s the best.”

“You own an onigiri shop, come on—“

“Please?”

One of his bangs falls back in his eyes and without thinking you reach up to put it in place. “Okay, fine. But you can’t complain about it if it’s not good.”

He smiles and you want to blush. “Yes! I promise.”

So you do it for him. Even though you’re high too. You measure some rice and water into the rice cooker (Osamu has to give you pointers on how much of each to put in) and you scrounge around Atsumu's depressingly bare kitchen for a few sheets of seaweed and some easy fillings. Osamu pulls a stool up to the island counter and rests his chin on his hands so he can watch you with a bleary look of adoration on his face.

It takes you…maybe half an hour to be done? It’s hard to gauge time when you’re high. You and 'Samu both jump when the rice cooker finishes and plays the little rice cooker song, which will remain stuck in your head for the foreseeable future. 'Samu hums it in a loop while you shape the rice into lopsided triangles and wrap the nori around it.

“Here,” you tell him when you set the plate down in front of him. He looks entirely too happy to be eating your mediocre food for someone who literally does this for a living, but who cares.

He picks one, takes a bite, swallows. And blinks.

“What do you think?” you ask in spite of yourself.

“Umm…salty,” Osamu says.

You grab one to try yourself and it’s salty. Like, ocean salty. Yuck. “I told you it would be bad,” you complain, trying to tug the plate away but Osamu grabs it and pulls it back.

“Noooo…it’s good,” he lies, although his face is giving him away. Still, he takes another bite and chews enthusiastically.

“Shut up.” You tug a little harder but Osamu doesn’t let go.

He swallows, pulls a face, and takes another one. “So good. I love it.”

“Shut up. You sound so fake. You’re going to get sick if you eat that.” You keep pulling, but he insists on pretending it’s edible so you admit defeat and help him finish the onigiri off. God, they’re awful. But he keeps eating and so you do too.

When you’re done, your mouth feels dry as fuck and you want to sleep almost as much as you want to drink about a gallon of water. “Is it bedtime yet?” 'Samu asks, wiping his mouth and then rubbing his eyes again.

The clock over the oven says it’s past 4. “Yes. It’s bedtime.”

“Wait—we’re…we’re not at home, right? We’re at 'Tsumu's?”

“Mhm.”

“I prolly drove here…I dunno if I can drive now,” Osamu tells you slowly, like he’s apologizing. “I think I'm kinda high.”

“Oh yeah?” You hold your laugh back and put your hands up on his cheeks. “How do you feel?”

“Dizzy. Blurry? Like…you’re in slow-motion.” His hands come up to layer over yours. “You’re pretty in slow-mo.”

“Prettier than usual?”

Osamu closes his eyes, scrunching them up to think and then looking over your face intently. “Same amount, just slower. So it’s easier to see.”

“That so?” You slip your hands around to drape over his shoulders and get up on your tiptoes to give him a little kiss on the cheek, because he’s earned it. “You know what, I think I'm kinda high too. I think we’re going to have to have a sleepover.”

“On the couch? S’not big enough for us both.”

“You can sleep with 'Tsumu in his bed…or I guess you could sleep on the ground?”

'Samu's mouth twists and his brows draw together. You can practically hear the gears in his mind turning while he considers alternatives. “Can we share the bed?”

“I think Atsumu's gonna want it. It’s his house.”

“But he’s already sleeping.”

True, you can hear Atsumu snoring lightly from the living room underneath David Attenborough’s description of endangered falcons in the Philippine rainforest. You should really wake him up—matter of fact, you should really clean up the kitchen because it’s a huge mess—but 'Samu's already pulling you away. And you’re so sleepy.

“He’s going to be pissed tomorrow,” you tell Osamu through a yawn, but you let him steer you in the direction of Atsumu's bedroom, holding your hand.

“Don’t care…I hate sleeping without you.”

“Yeah,” you say, and you squeeze his hand and he looks back at you like you’re the literal best thing in the entire universe—and you decide you should get him high more often. “Same.”

#osamu miya x reader #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #hq #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq fluff #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #osamu #osamu miya

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padawansuggest · 3 years ago

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Also hot take: Peli is my fave character and I hope season 3 is her and Din being disasters together. She’s the one who has three different Jawas in her bed over the course of the season (with jokes saying ‘she doesn’t even realize they’re different Jawas they’re communal creatures’ lmaooo) and he’s the ex-Mormon with a kid and just found out his sexuality has an actual name and not just ‘weird’ (it’s panromo asexual) and they raise small children, space ratties, and droid babies together. The BD unit is actually their second toddler now. All BD units are toddlers. Fennec and Boba keep inviting them to brunch so once a month they close up the garage (where they nerd out on making badass ships together all the time it’s super cute) and head over to Boba’s palace where the teen mods and entertain Grogu (as well as the Tusken child and also the entire hoard of Cult-Watch kiddos they found cause obviously they all survived too) and the BD unit and Fennec and Boba force them to gossip about boring things like romance and parenthood and Din has a family now. Luke keeps showing up to play hot potato with Grogu with Din and Peli probably def knows him cause she watched him be a teenage dirtbag himself when he was a teen and she was just getting her garage settled. Also R2 causes chaos with the BD unit and Grogu as his sidekicks.

Does anyone else realize how much I love Peli? Main characters who do important shit whomst???? I just want a bunch of middle aged queers getting together for brunch with their baby queers (the mods are also invited but they choose to entertain the babies most of the time cause Fennec and Boba are too much like mom and dad to properly gossip with) and run a mechanics garage. Thank you. This is all I need. Luke is considering trying on Leia’s dresses and he hasn’t told anyone about the impulse yet but when he mentions it it’s oddly enough Boba who’s got the most experience with drag queen-ing and gives him tips. They ask Fennec briefly about wearing dresses and tips for them and she’s all ‘I have NEVER worn a dress in my adult life wtf’ but she gives Drash Drag King tips instead cause she feels like she could give someone some really important life advice here.

Black is trans and he’s not sure if he should bring it up yet. He’s not afraid they won’t accept him. He’s afraid they’ll think he’s One Of Them now.

Luke drags Mara along for next months brunch and sits her next to Fennec like ‘she wants to be a King help her plz’ and then six hours later he’s limping cause she took to being a king too well and he can’t sit right anymore. Whoops.

Grogu eats everything that falls on the floor like a horrid little gremlin tooka and Luke and Din just sigh and accept that he’s like this.

This started as a mechanic AU and ended as queer brunch. That’s usually how it goes.

#star wars #the mandalorian #boba fett #bobf spoilers #peli motto #din djarin #din djarin recovering mormon #fennec shand #luke skywalker #drag queen luke #drag queen boba #drag king fennec #Peli is a lesbian for humans but not picky for Jawas #black krrsantan #grogu #lukemara #mara jade #drag king Mara

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handsoffmyfriends · 5 years ago

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Alrighty for Bakugou fluff, can I request a scenario where he wakes up but he's still REALLY sleepy so he actually thinks he's still dreaming so he goes downstairs for breakfast in the dorms, kisses the reader and hugs them while getting food, just the two of them. Only the reality is he never confessed to his crush yet, the bakusquad is there and he burns his tongue on his coffee thus waking up and grasping what he just did. EMBARRASSMENT GALORE

LUCID DREAMING

— bakugou katsuki was one of the few people who experienced very lucid, very life-like dreams. usually, he was pretty good at telling when he was dreaming and when he was awake. usually.

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,099

WARNINGS: second hand embarrassment, bakugou swearing, distressed denki noises

A/N: HELLO THIS WAS THE FUCKING FUNNIEST THING OF MY ENTIRE LIFE i seriously could not stop giggling over this for a solid 5 minutes !! anon i am BEGGING YOU turn on your location, you deserve all the recognition for this HILARIOUS prompt nhfdsjklhgkjfds

You were in the kitchen, preparing another round of coffee for the squad. It was Sunday and you all agreed to do nothing except indulge in caffeine and watch shitty movies with shitty snacks. Bakugou had yet to weigh his opinion on the matter, but considering he was still in bed - at the righteous hour of 8am, no less - he had waived his right to an opinion.

“Think I should make Bakugou one?” you called out.

The resounding “NO!” from every single person stopped you in your tracks.

“Bakubro is really particular about how he likes his coffee,” Kirishima explained, leaning back over the couch to look at you. “It’s so manly.”

“You mean insane!” Kaminari corrected, voice high in distress. “Have you actually seen how he makes it?”

“It’s a crime against coffee,” Shinsou added sleepily. “He doesn’t even use real coffee.”

“Jokes on you, buddy, but Y/N isn’t using real coffee, either,” Sero teased.

“Y/N doesn’t burn the shit out of it, though,” Shinsou shrugged. “Speaking of which, can you hurry up? I’m gonna pass out over here.”

“Be grateful!” Mina snapped, lobbing a pillow in Shinsou’s direction. “Y/N, don’t make his anymore! He doesn’t deserve it!”

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll take that back right now, Pinky,” Shinsou snapped.

You laughed at the squad’s banter, tuning it out as you continued to prepare coffee for everyone. Shinsou included, since you didn’t have a death wish. Excluding Bakugou, since Kirishima was right. He was picky when it came to what he put in his body. You doubt he would appreciate the gesture if you fucked up his first coffee of the day.

Speaking of the blasty boy, he finally made his appearance. You’d never seen him look so exhausted, you were actually kind of concerned about him. He was always the first one awake, banging on your door to drag you down for morning training. Sometimes he would try Kirishima, and he knew better than to try getting Kaminari up early. Shinsou was a lost cause. Having him practically drag his feet across the room was a sight you never thought you’d ever see.

He paid the rest of the squad zero attention as he made his way into the kitchen with you. “Good morning, Bakugou,” you greeted, though even to your own ears it sounded like a question. “Did you... sleep well?”

He grumbled as he dragged himself over to you and— wait, what!? You flushed red instantly as he slung an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You were compliant since you didn’t know what was going on. Why was he—

Your brain shut down when he planted a sleepy, sweet kiss to your cheek and said, in a gravelly voice, “mornin’ babe.”

He pulled away as if everything was fine, as if kissing you like you were a couple was a normal thing to do. Sure, you might have harboured a secret crush on the guy, but you were friends first! He never showed any indication of liking you back, so you never pursued anything. So... what the fuck!?

Should you say something? Was this a thing that was going to happen now? You wouldn’t exactly be unhappy if that were the case, but... it wasn’t supposed to work like that!

The rest of the squad looked on in stunned silence. Of course, they’d seen.

(Unbeknownst to you, the squad had managed to wrangle some of Bakugou’s more personal feelings from him, several months back. It had taken a lot of bribing, and he only ever said it once. That Bakugou Katsuki had a crush on you. They’d all been sworn to secrecy, lest he turn to villainy to murder all their asses.)

No one knew what to say. No one dared break the silence. It was so surreal, it felt almost dream-like in the absurdity of it all.

You just watched as he milled about in the kitchen, making his famous shitty coffee with nothing but boiling water. You’re sure he forgot to add something cooling. Before you could warn him about scalding his entire tongue off, he tipped his head back and took the most daring chug of boiling bean juice you had even seen.

It ended up exactly how you’d imagine it would. He sputtered it all out with a series of curses, nearly throwing the offending mug across the room.

And then he froze. Abruptly, as if he hadn’t even been aware of his surroundings, he looked around to see the squad all leaning off the edge of the couches, to see you standing there entirely red faced.

His face went deathly white for a second before all the blood came rushing back, his face flushing even redder than yours in undeniable embarrassment. “Holy fuck, I’m awake.” He sounded so mortified, wide eyes flying to you and then locking onto your friends.

The silence lasted exactly three more seconds before Kaminari burst out laughing. “So bold, Kacchan!”

“That was so freaking manly!” Kirishima praised with a tear of pride.

“It’s about time Bakubabe made a move,” Mina squealed with excitement.

“Bakugou really is an all or nothing guy, huh,” Sero nodded, vaguely impressed.

“I’m never going to get my fucking coffee,” Shinsou groaned, curling up on the couch and burying his face into the cushions. Through some other worldly powers, he was out like a light, fast asleep despite the ruckus going on around him.

The squad roared with laughter. There was no stopping their whooping and hollering, both cheering and teasing Bakugou.

“Shut the hell up!” Bakugou shouted, hands sparking off. That just made the idiots laugh even louder. He felt embarrassed, he felt humiliated, and he wanted nothing more than to blast the smug faces off his dumbass friends but you were there, looking at him with a mix of your own embarrassment, confusion and concern. It was enough to pull him back from his murderous rampage.

“Bakugou...” you started, but he interrupted you.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it, Y/N. I thought I was dreaming.”

Wrong choice of words. Your face turned sweet, your smile like sunshine. “Aw, you dream of me? Bakugou, that’s so sweet!”

If it were even possible, he went redder in the face. Your group of friends laughed even louder.

Feeling bold, you decided to tease Bakugou just a little more. You stepped up close to him, mimicking his moves on you earlier, placing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “You could have just said you wanted a kiss, Kacchan.”

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thedisneychef · 1 year ago

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Savor the Flavor of Passion Fruit Cheesecake at 'Ohana

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