#almost typed knead instead of need

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

could we get some gally headcannons please?👀

Whatever you want to write🩷

Thank you ❤️

gally in a relationship headcanons

masterlist

finally some gally love <3 idc what anyone says, his eyebrows are beautiful. NSFW BELOW.

the glade

enemies to lovers type shit. i'm talking y'all would go as far as avoiding meal times just to avoid seeing each other.

he'd always be staring at you—from across the glade, through the bonfire, literally all the time.

sooo many interactions would end with y'all being up in each other's faces and throwing petty insults.

you'd slap him if he says anything that borders on sexism. he eventually learns what's what.

'there's a thin line between love and hate'.

other gladers would get so annoyed by how much he talks about you. his favourite excuse: "she just pisses me off so much".

but there's no excuse for jerking off to the thought of you late at night.

honestly, he would probably realise he likes you when you scull his secret recipe drink in front of him.

he'd ignore his feelings until you're the only thing on his mind and it infuriates him so fucking much.

you would be arguing one time and then suddenly he kisses you. the kiss would be aggressive, heated, and most likely up against a tree or hut.

suprisingly, his confession after would be very vulnerable and tender.

everyone is confused the next day when you're practically glued to each other's sides

gally would be very protective and borderline possessive. he'd hate it whenever other guys stare or talk about you.

would probably end up in a fistfight over it.

he'd be a rough/passionate kisser.

he'd be very into thighs. his hands are big and calloused so he'd enjoy wrapping them around the plush of your thighs, kneading the soft warm skin in his hand.

despite his gruff and harsh demeanour, he would always hold/touch you with utmost delicateness, apart from heated moments.

guards you whenever you shower.

would break so many rules for you. reluctantly, of course.

y'all know the term 'sleeper build'? that's gally. he might not seem extremely muscly at first glance, but once he starts heavy-lifting and building, his arms are legit bulging.

your first time together wouldn't be too great, but once you practice more, it gets good. like, really good.

love love loves receiving but also thoroughly enjoys making you come and knowing only he can do it.

his favourite sex position would be holding you up against a wall. he likes feeling strong.

arguments would almost always end with him taking you into the forest and fucking you against a tree.

when he gets stung, he would probably fight through the changing to tell you he loves you one last time before getting speared. oop.

the last city

when y'all reunite, you'd both collapse to the floor in each other's arms kissing and crying which surprises you. the gally you knew was not a crier or favoured public affection.

gally changed a lot since you last saw him, emotionally and physically. he is taller, more muscular, and has a more level-headed and calmer attitude.

he'd be more emotionally available and willing to be open and vulnerable with you.

the first thing y'all do when you're alone is have sex. and he even fucks differently.

the better wording would be 'make love' instead of 'fuck'.

he is much more gentle and loving and focuses on your needs wayyy more than his own. he couldn't believe how aggressive he previously was with you, how selfish he was.

he would worship your body and show you how much you really mean to him.

you would make him leave his mask on one time while y'all fuck. its hot af.

would always be touching you—an arm wrapped around your waist, holding your hand, your thighs, etc.

the hugs, man. he'd literally pick you up and engulf you in his arms. all the time. this mf had a severe epiphany and realised his love language was touch.

would always be complimenting you. "you're beautiful, you know that?", "god, you're a fucking angel.", etc

wouldn't get mad if other guys talked to or stared at you anymore. he would probably joke about it with them instead.

well, maybe he would be a little aggressive.

"yeah, ha-ha, careful or i'll throw you to the cranks".

trusts you to be able to take care of yourself but is still a major worrier, especially during the war within the city.

after arriving at the safe haven, he would build a house for you. you would enjoy watching him because, well... muscles.

all in all, gally would be an extremely different man compared to the one you first met, making your love for him stronger than it had ever been.

[angel-of-the-moons]

Miguel being cockwarmed?

Asdhepnfonelnlfbleb I LOVE YOU???

A Lesson Earned is A Lesson Learned

Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: SMUT, NSFW, teasing, cockwarming, dirty talk, Miguel's big ass hands

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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You loved your boyfriend, more than anybody else you've ever been romantically involved with.

Whatever you would give him, he would give back tenfold. Yeah, it was a bit suffocating at times, but you knew it was only because he was afraid of losing you like he'd lost his daughter.

He'd spoil you when you let him, but sometimes you simply had to tell him you weren't a material kinda girl. Physical affection, sweet words, and cuddles were what satisfied you most.

That and... Well. His hands. You'd be lying if having your shoulders or back or whatever part of you he wanted in his gigantic hands, kneading and rolling you into utter bliss didn't get you going.

And just one of his fingers was thick enough to stretch you better than some of your toys did. And yeah, sometimes you needed toys for relief when he worked so much.

His work with Alchemax and running the Spider Society left him quite busy. You weren't hurt by this, but it did make you feel lonely and rather... uppity.

So of course when he was home you paid him back in kind, teasing him relentlessly.

You would wear next to nothing, sexy lingerie, or maybe one of his gigantic tops that you were practically swimming in, not bothering with any panties beneath.

You knew full well with his super senses, that he could smell your arousal, especially if the tent in his pants were anything to go by.

But, he stayed glued to his monitors in his office, ignoring his erection and the sweet intoxicating smell of your slick all through his house. His sense of duty was strong, focused.

It aggravated you to no end.

So, with your cheek puffed out in irritation, you marched into his office, dimly lit save for the projections of his monitors as he scoured Alchemax work and reports from the other Spiders back at HQ.

"Miggy..." You sigh, coming up next to him in his chair.

"Hm?" He said, not looking at you.

But you can tell by how his nostrils flared and his pupils dilated that your scent was starting to get to him.

His gorgeous, chiseled jaw clenched almost imperceptibly as he swiped and pinched up another monitor.

You pouted and slipped your arm around his shoulder, sitting on the arm of his chair, knowing full well your sweet sweet nectar was coating the expensive leather; the scent would linger for a while, until he completely cleaned it and sterilized it.

You placed kisses up to his ear, then back down to where his suit collar ended, just beneath his pulse.

"Muñeca..." Miguel warned. "I'm working."

"I know, but I think you're working too hard." You sigh in his ear, taking his lobe between your lips and running your tongue along the edge.

He hissed at you. "Cállate, mujer diablo, estoy haciendo algo importante."

You frowned and ignored his warning. Instead, you leaned in, your breasts squishing against the heavy muscle of his bicep, and reached down, stroking the outline of his cock that was straining his suit with your small hand.

"C'mon, Miggy. You're a workaholic." You coo playfully. "Just let me..."

He gripped your wrist when your hand went to his watch to disable his suit.

His eyes were sharp, annoyed. It sent a thrum of fear through your bloodstream as he curled his lip back, revealing his crooked, fanged teeth as he sneered at you.

"You want to annoy me? Fine." He reached out and gripped your hair, pulling your head back sharply, before his breath was hot in your ear.

"Pero recuerda que yo tengo el control."

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You should have known.

God, but you never learn, do you? Every time you think he's going to do something you want, he does the opposite.

Just to reach you a lesson.

"Stop squirming." He huffed, reaching around you to type in notes on his holographic keyboard.

You whined, trying desperately to grind your hips down, to get his cock just a bit deeper inside of you, wanting so badly to have him just pin you to the desk and pound you until your eyes crossed.

But he kept you firmly secured in his lap. He wouldn't let you touch yourself, you had to keep your hands gripped at the arms of the desk chair that creaked under your combined weight.

He kept you from moving, his thick thighs parting your knees and keeping your legs spread open for him while he continued to work.

"Miggy!" You mewled. "Please! Sorry for bugging you, I just--"

He growled and reached between your legs, pinching your clit between his thumb and forefinger hard, a mix of pain and pleasure sparking up your spine and making your pussy flutter around the length of his cock that was currently splitting you open.

You make a sharp squeak as he snapped, "¿Qué acabo de hacer?"

He smacked your cunt that he was currently stuffed inside of, sending another wave of heat racing through you, more of your slick gushing around him to run down to his heavy balls and staining the expensive leather.

"I said keep quiet. I'm working."

He leaned in, his presence absolutely absorbing your frame, his scent swallowing you whole, threatening to devour you in one piece.

"This is what you wanted, no?" He sighed. "You wanted me inside this pretty little pussy. You got me. Now sit still."

You hiccuped softly. "Please. You know I wanted you to fuck me! Not like this..."

"Too bad, mi amor. I swear, if I had a dollar off every time I have to keep teaching you this lesson, I'd be a trillionare." He said to you, his voice a low threat.

"How many times do I have to do this before you learn patience? Hmm? A hundred? A thousand?"

You desperately roll your hips, feeling the tip of his rock brush against that gummy soft spot inside of you. "I--I just--"

He hisses, gritting his teeth as his fangs slot into their places. He brings his hand up to the lowest part your abdomen, and pressed down hard.

You all at once felt the air squeezed out of your lungs, your pussy greedily squeezing him, your heart pounding in your chest, sweat beading on your brow and sweet tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You're going to sit here and stay still while I work. And maybe--maybe--if you stay quiet and stop squirming, I'll give you what you want. Understood?"

You frantically nod your head and Miguel cruelly flicked your clit.

"That's it. Be a good little cocksleeve for me, eh, bebita?"

[kurogane2512]

It's so real! There are no fics for Jade and it's so sad 😭 Can I ask you for a Jade x top fem reader? She's so cocky and flirty I need to put her in her place

I'm genuinely surprised the hate for her got this serious, especially here on Tumblr where people simp for the most heinous of characters as long as they are hot 💀 Sigh, looks like another underrated character I'll be doing justice to 😤

18+ CONTENT

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Jade x fem!reader

Type: Smut

Jade's heels tapped against the floor as she elegantly walked towards her office, only to be immediately met with the sight of her secretary pacing back n forth on a call.

"Yes sir, we can assure you that the conditions will be seen through. Hm? Sorry, Ms Jade won't be available for a meeting anytime soon. Shall I get you to Ms Topaz or Mr Aventurine instead?"

Jade smirked watching you talk with full focus, so much so that you didn't even notice her come in. She placed her hat on the stand and silently walked towards you right at the moment you suddenly turned around and almost bumped into her.

"S-Sorry, ma'am!" you mouthed an apology while still on the call.

Jade nodded with a smile then you walked around her and went to her table to write down some notes. She waited for some more minutes but was getting impatient now as the call kept going on. She then walked up to you again and stood behind you, close enough to cage you against the table so you wouldn't walk away. You felt her presence behind you and looked over your shoulder to ask if she wanted something but she simply smiled and wrapped her arms around you.

You jolted forward and leaned against the table. Jade smirked more then pressed her front to your back, her breasts squeezing into your body while her lips neared your ear. Her warm breath tickled your lobe and you tried to evade but she held on tighter, practically burying her face in your shoulder. You felt her lips make light kisses up and down and her tongue lap up your neck while her hands fiddled with your shirt buttons.

"Mhm— Y-Yes, I will inform her.... ngh....T-Thank you, good day to you...."

You finally finished speaking and were about to cut the call when Jade snatched the phone from your hand and cut it for you before throwing it away on the sofa.

"M-Ma'am, sorry to keep you waiting—"

"Hmm, it's alright considering you were doing my work~"

Jade whispered against your ear and lightly bit the edge before abruptly letting go of you and stepping away.

"Fetch me some wine, would you? I feel it's been a long day~"

You pondered for a bit then sneered and suddenly went up to her to grab her waist, pulling her flush against you.

"I think I have a better solution than wine~"

Jade's eyes flared, "Is that so? Perhaps I'll be so kind to indulge you— aaahn!~"

Jade moaned out in surprise as you pinned her to the nearest wall and immediately connected your lips. Her hands groped and felt you all over before settling to wrap around your neck and grasp your hair, pushing you into a deeper kiss. Her leg hiked up against your thigh and she slyly rubbed it up and down making her body rut into you.

"Mmm~ How long were you holding back to do this?~"

"All day~"

Jade chuckled before passionately kissing you again. Only reason you had become so riled up was her constant teasings throughout the day. You kissed her neck and down her chest, your hands fondling her breasts as you pulled off her bra. Your knee rubbed against her clothed core, she bit her lower lip with the way you kneaded her breasts and wanted you to do more.

"How about we skip the foreplay today? I think both of us are ready enough~"

If that's she wanted, then you'd oblige with no questions. Soon you found yourself donning a strap-on that was specially kept in her office for these moments you shared. Jade was planning to make you wait more but her plans were in shambles the moment you bent her against her table, her own body not denying you at all.

"Oh! How rough you are today! Were you so stressed?~"

"No, I'm just.... I can't wait anymore~"

You caressed Jade's drenched folds before rubbing the tip of the cock against it, she hummed and rested more on the table waiting for you to take your time but you didn't give her a moment as you quickly shoved forward. The well-lubed instrument went inside her with ease, the entirety nestled in her warmth and hilted to the base. Jade moaned from the penetration then held the edges of the table as you set a harsh pace right away, drilling forward with reckless abandon.

"Aaah.... aaahn~ Y-Yes..... faster! Hmmm..... you are doing well!~"

You grasped her butt and kneaded the flesh as you pounded into her, your thighs slapping against her ass. Jade was slightly overwhelmed with the pace, but she could still take it. Her body arched as you shifted closer and went even deeper, the length prodding all her sweet spots at once. You watched her moan out in pleasure and lose her mind, the sight only making you go faster and harder.

You slammed into her at an animalistic pace, it was surreal to see your boss reduced to such a state but she would allow only you to do this to her. That's the whole reason she teased you so much. You were well aware of her tactic as well, you were more than happy to play along since you got to see her in this ecstatic state. You leaned forward and wrapped your arms around her waist then rutted into her.

"Aaaah, that's good.... Doing so well for me, darling~" Jade prasied you to do more, to fuck her better, and that's what you did.

You turned her over soon afted to lay her on her back. She sat up and pulled you closer by wrapping her arms and legs around you, her lips ensnaring yours in a messy kiss before she threw her head back as you bucked your hips harder.

"Yes.... I'm close.... right there~ Keep doing that~"

Jade pulled you closer by your tie and touched her forehead to yours, moaning and gasping against your lips as you plunged in and out before shoving deep at a particular spot, instantly making her release on the toy. Jade moaned loudly but so sweetly, her voice was addicting and you could never have enough of it. She panted out and pecked your lips before smirking, "You know this is not enough for me, right?~"

Of course, you knew that. It wasn't enough for you either.

[ggidolsmuts]

Fromis App Part 14: Snug and Secure - Fromis_9 Hayoung

You yawn and stretch as you walk to the front of the Fromis building. How did you get here? Now you're just another employee of Fromis App.

For the day. Hayoung ended up not returning with you that night, instead bilking you of a free meal and then using her leverage to have you be her lackey today. You pull out the nondescript access card that Hayoung gave you—maybe (Hopefully!) it wouldn't work, you'd just tell Hayoung you couldn't get in and leave.

*Beep*

Damn it. You sigh and make your way to the security room again.

"I'm here Hayoung."

"Good, on time, I like that. Come over, I need to sit on you."

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me." You look around, but nothing has changed from the last time you were in Hayoung's security room.

"There's nowhere to lie down!"

"Who said anything about lying down?"

"You said you wanted to sit on me."

"Ugh Saerom and Nagyung are really holding your head to the gutter aren't they? Get in the chair!" Hayoung points to her usual chair, and obediently you do as she says. She then bounces up and plops herself on top of you—you're too confused to be aroused as she squirms and pushes herself in your lap, trying to get a more comfortable position. She grabs your arms and wrap them around her waist, as if putting on a seatbelt.

"Hehehe, my own massage chair." It's almost adorable the way Hayoung nestles into you, if you weren't gripping onto her tight abs—she kept herself in great shape for someone in security sitting all day.

"Y-You want me to massage you?"

"Later, just hold on to me for now."

Your back is ramrod straight, tense as Hayoung settles into you. Over time you begin to slouch, unable to keep your posture straight for that long. You're not sure what Hayoung's working on, but it looks boring, and there's nothing going on in the screens as well. You start drifting off, your head resting comfortably on Hayoung's shoulder—she has managed to keep herself upright the whole time.

He's kinda cute, she smiles and thinks to herself. Can't imagine him railing Jiwon and Nagyung right in the office, he doesn't seem like the type! Yet she doesn't have to imagine, and she hovers over the video files she has saved for "easy access". Your arms are still around her, hugging her like a pillow, and a warm need flows through her—but not yet, she still had to focus for now.

"Hey, I have to take a call." Hayoung nudges your arm around her.

"Hmm? Oh sorry, do you need me to get up?"

"No, there's no video. I just wanted to tell you since you were napping."

"Oh right, sorry about that."

"Sure, anyways, starting the call now." She clicks into the call.

"Hello Saerom, how are you?"

"Oh hey Hayoung, how are things?"

"Good. I prepared the security report you wanted."

"Great, let's go over it." Hayoung nods and dives into it, screensharing and going page by page with Saerom. She's fully focused—Hayoung doesn't half-ass things, something Saerom appreciates. However, it also means that she doesn't notice your hands not staying idle. You do your best as a massage chair, kneading her midriff with light squeezes before moving down to her hips and doing the same on her thighs. Like all massages it helps with blood flow, and unnoticed by Hayoung (for now), blood begins flowing down her body.

"That was what we had for the quarter." Hayoung concludes.

"Thanks. Any security incidents, did oppa fuck around in my office again?" Saerom asks offhandedly. Hayoung planned to lie, but her mind still races, blinking rapidly.

"No, I haven't seen him."

"Really?"

"Yes." Hayoung prays that Saerom doesn't somehow hear her breath hastening.

"Good. Okay thanks Hayoung, I'll see you Monday."

"Yes Saerom, see you then." Hayoung exits the call and sighs in relief, leaning back before almost jumping off your lap. "Ahh!" She had forgotten you were there!

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah yeah, just forgot you were here." As her heartbeat slows back down from the surprise, Hayoung bites her lower lip—why does she feel so warm? A small tingle of pleasure flows through her, and she realizes your hands on her thighs. "What are you doing?"

"Being a massage chair, you seemed tense on the call."

"Oh... Oh okay, thanks." Hayoung squirms in your lap, and you're suddenly very aware of her warmth on your crotch. She is equally aware of your "presence" against her, and she grabs your hands, bringing them around her waist once more. "I need to focus."

"Of course, pretend I'm not here." Yet how could she? Hayoung scoots forward to avoid your growing stiffness, but it allows you to massage her lower back instead. Your hands continue their work, and try as she might, Hayoung can't concentrate, blinking rapidly and biting her lower lip.

I could use a break, Hayoung convinces herself. Wordlessly she opens a file—the one she's using to bargain with you, the one where you're fucking Nagyung over the desk. You don't notice Hayoung playing the video, your view of the screen blocked by the back of her head. You continue your diligent work, massaging up and down her back like it was your actual job. The blood continues to run through Hayoung's body, pooling at her core as she watches the lewd recording, imagining your hands on her back pressing her against the desk instead. It is only when you see Hayoung's hands drop off the desk do you realize what's going on—they've moved between her legs, resting there, her fingers probably teasing herself.

"Need some help with that Hayoung?" you whisper in her ear, finally noticing her watching the video.

"N-No, but I could use a pussy warmer," she fires back, trying to maintain control of the situation.

"Of course, I'm all yours." Hayoung gets off you, allowing you to remove your pants and boxers. She sits on you once more, sliding her own pants and underwear down just enough for access. A small gasp is heard your tip touches her entrance, and a held back whimper signifies her sitting on your cock, sheathing you fully inside her.

"G-Good, good, now just stay still and don't move, I need to work." The pretense is ridiculous, but you listen to Hayoung, doing your best to not squirm, to not buck into her as she adjusts her position, sending jolts of pleasure through the two of you.

Fuck, I forgot how big he is! Focus Hayoung! She edges herself and forces her finger to click off the video and back to her work. Your hands, previously resting on her hips, quietly move to the front, below her bellybutton.

You gently press in.

"Guh... mmm!" Hayoung bites back a moan as you press in a small circle over her womb. The "massage" causes her front wall to rub against your cock, and when you let go the friction is reduced. It comes back strongly as you press down again, but Hayoung manages to keep herself quiet. It still sends her into a tizzy though as the repeated motion makes your shaft drag across her g-spot, as if you were actually fucking her, but no, you're simply applying delicious pressure to her lower abdomen. You keep to your word, keeping your hips immobile even as Hayoung begins to squirm.

"Ah..." Hayoung leans forward, allowing your fingers to sink in further, pushing her pussy walls more insistently over your cock. She wanted it to last longer, but the more you ground her g-spot onto your cock, the more she wanted to cum now! "Nngh..." With willpower that surprises even herself, she grabs your hand and pulls it away.

"Not yet."

"I'll go slower." Hayoung jumps when you place your hand back where it was, but with a soft and very slight press, she relaxes—she could handle that much. She takes a deep breath and resumes her work best she can. You watch her screen and the security cam footage, noting the other employees' various tendencies at work—Saerom constantly reorganized her papers on her desk; Nagyung had a tongue habit you hadn't noticed until now; Jiwon loved to brush her hair; Jisun constantly touched up her makeup; Chaeyoung was always looking at the mirror; Seoyeon was regularly scribbling on her little notebook.

As for Hayoung, the main thing you noted was how wet she is as you continued to apply small pressure to the spot randomly, slowly ramping up in force and frequency. The few drops of slick on the chair initially is becoming a more noticeable puddle, and every time you press down now is followed by a deep breath from her.

God I just need to cum, but not yet! Not yet Song Hayoung! She bites her lower lip as you press deep on her womb, making her g-spot rub against you cock strongly. It's 5:50 pm, just 10 more minutes and she can get off work and get off. "Mmm!" You rub your finger up and down, and it causes the friction to grow exponentially. Hayoung tenses, a single spasm of her pussy around you signaling her closeness.

"Can I make you cum?" your whisper in her ear.

"N-Not yet! The work day's not over yet!"

"When does it end?"

"6 pm!" Hayoung gasps as you lift your fingers. Truth be told, Hayoung does no work, her eyes focused on the clock as she stares a hole through the monitor. You are right there with her, the two of you watching the static number tick up.

5:59 pm

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6:00 pm

Hayoung intended to grab your hand and bring it to her pussy, but you move faster—your fingers drum furiously over her mound, pressing her g-spot onto your cock over and over, rubbing her front wall against your shaft repeatedly. In her edged state it feels like you're fucking her even as the two of you sit still in the chair, and Hayoung jerks back, screaming into your neck as you make her explode. The spasms come fast and furious, her pussy contracting around you erratically. Now she's bucking on your lap, throwing her hips back against you for more friction. You keep your hand over her mons, pressing your fingers rhythmically into her, feeling her twitch and jerk under your fingers. Her walls clench around you firmly multiple times, and Hayoung let's out a strangled moan—she's rolling from one orgasm to another, crying as another wave of pleasure crests over her.

"N-No more, stop..." she finally croaks, and you press your fingers deep into her flesh before finally letting go, earning yourself a whimper from Hayoung. "Ah... worth the wait."

"You really waited till the work day ended huh?" you manage in a strained voice—you wanted to get off too.

"Yes, work hard, play hard," Hayoung says with all due seriousness. "Now it's your turn to play." She gets off you and beckons you to get up, taking your spot in the chair instead. "Sit."

"Where?"

"Here."

"I can't sit on you!"

"Fine, how about now?" Hayoung spreads her legs, and instead of just diving in and fucking her right there, she insists that you sit between her legs, and she wraps them around your waist loosely, like a clingy sloth. "You see that folder? Open it and click on the videos."

You do as she instructs, while she takes off her blouse, and your eyes widen when you see yourself in the videos—not only did she have footage of you and Nagyung, she had footage of you and Jiwon too! You groan as you feel Hayoung's soft chest and hard nipples press against your back, and her hands reach around to stroke you two-handed.

"Bet you wish you had these videos didn't you? They make very good material for long nights, hehehe."

"Yeah, oh fuck... Have you been watching them?"

"Mmhmm, maybe I even shared it with Jiwon and Nagyung, who knows if they watch them too." The video is silent, but that only servers to make Hayoung's handjob louder as she rubs pre-cum all over your shaft. You watch Jiwon squirt all over your hand, and you grunt and spurt a little more lubrication for Hayoung. Jiwon is bouncing on you hard on one screen, and you've bent Nagyung over the desk on the other, and as the pace of the videos goes up, Hayoung's strokes get faster too.

"Look at that mess you made Jiwon make, I remember Saerom ordering new furniture the very next day. Maybe she gave the furniture to Jiwon? I don't know."

"Fuck Hayoung!"

"Or maybe it's in storage somewhere. I know, you should take Jiwon there and make her squirt all over it again, just for fun. Or take Nagyung there, actually no, do it somewhere I can watch, have you made Nagyung squirt before?" Hayoung fills your mind with all kinds of filthy thoughts.

"Ugh, going to cum!"

"Do it, cum!" She grinds her palm over your cockhead, and with a loud shout you burst, splattering her hand with your load. You let out a long low moan as Hayoung catches your load with one hand while wringing you dry with the other. By the time you are done her palm is covered with thick white fluid, sliding off and dripping on to the seat.

"Ah, damn!" you gasp, relaxing against her as you come down.

"Mmm delicious." You can't see her behind you, but you know that Hayoung is licking her hand clean right now. You confirms it when she grabs your cock again with a saliva-coated hand. "How about you think about what position we should do it in and get hard again quickly?"

"Well, we can't do it in this position anyways. Switch?" Hayoung agrees. You get up, as does Hayoung, and she grabs some wipes to clean the chair. In her bent over stance you arrive at an answer quickly. "I want you like this."

"Hm? Oh..." A loud gasp escapes her as you take her by surprise and from behind. "That was quick." You reach around and squeeze a breast, and her nipple stiffes against your fingertips—she definitely did not mind. But the chair rolls and moves as you try to fuck her, and Hayoung quickly grows annoyed. "Just fuck me over the desk!" You wrap your arms around Hayoung's torso and swing her around, planting her on the table with a solid thump.

"Shit, sorry."

"It's fine, keep going!" You start with slow pumps of your hips, pushing past Hayoung's tightness with every thrust. But even after she has sat on your cock for the whole day, her "lock" has not memorized the shape of your "key". So you apply more force—if the lock can't be unlocked, then it has to be picked. You start sawing in and out of her, causing her monitors to shake slightly. The videos continue to play, and Hayoung moans as she finally begins to feel what Nagyung and Jiwon felt in the recordings.

"So fucking tight!" She hears your growl, and unconsciously she tightens on you further. Hayoung grunts as you paw at her chest, squeezing her tits from behind. You're trying to press all her buttons—tweaking her nipples, squeeizng her breasts, pressing on her womb from above even as you pounded her. And then a hand drifts down to apply tension, rubbing on her clit—if you didn't pick her lock, you definitely ruined it as Hayoung jerks and cries out.

"Oh, oh fuck, ahhh!" Her legs start trembling, and the images of Nagyung and Jiwon being fucked disappear as Hayoung eyes roll into her head, wiped out by the strong orgasm. Her walls loosen for just a moment before contracting violently around you. You watch her back flex erotically before she shivers and goes still, allowing you to continue to fuck her, close to your own release again.

"Hayoung, I'm gonna cum!"

"Oh fuck... Pull out!" Weakly Hayoung drops to her knees just as you begin to throb. She makes to grab your shaft, but so slippery it is from her slick that it slips out of her hand, and you end up shooting it over her desk, one blast splattering a monitor. She manages to take your throbbing length in hand, but not before another cumshot lands on her chin and drips down to her chest. Your whole climax is a sloppy affair as Hayoung finally manages to rein you in, swallowing the rest of your load with her lips wrapped around your tip.

"God... fuck Hayoung!" you gasp, bracing yourself on her desk before slowly lowering yourself down next to her. She can only manage a gulp in reply, and you quickly hand her the first thing you can find—her blouse. You get a painful slap on the shoulder for that.

"Wipes!"

You hand her the wipes she grabbed earlier, and Hayoung cleans herself up before pulling the blouse over herself. Shivering in the air-conditioned room the two of you quickly get dressed before Hayoung looks at the damage done.

"Oh my god, thank god you didn't hit the keyboard," she mutters, wiping her monitor and desk of your load.

"Yeah sorry about that, you slipped and I just, you know."

"Now imagine that hitting the back of my throat, hehehe."

"For how cute you are you really can be quite dirty."

"Cute, me?" Hayoung sidles close to you, and blushing, you have to take a step back.

"No, you're not cute! I mean yes you are, I mean—" Hayoung laughs at your flustered look before beckoning you in for a whisper.

"Did you forget? We double-teamed our dear Saerom between the two of us, what makes you think my head isn't in the gutter?" She leaves you stunned as she begins to close up for the night. "Get your stuff, I'm locking the office soon. Oh, and give me the keycard back." Dutifully you hand back your access card and wait at the door obediently, like an employee waiting for their boss to leave first.

"Well, thanks for coming, consider our deal done, Saerom won't find out about you and Nagyung."

"Thanks. Speaking of Saerom, were you the one who told Saerom about me and Jiwon? Since you had the video."

"No, you got unlucky that time, the system logs when someone's in her office, and you and Jiwon entering her office was unexpected, so she pulled the video herself."

"And me and Nagyung?"

"She knows Nagyung was supposed to be there, so on the logs it doesn't look surprising, she won't pull it up. If you don't tell and I don't tell, how would she find out?"

"Okay, that's a relief."

"Now that you know though, if you ever want to, you know, fuck somewhere that's not Saerom's office, I wouldn't mind watching."

"How would you watch if we're the ones— Oh!" You realize what she means after a short delay.

"I haven't seen you talk to Seoyeon or Chaeyoung much, just saying. Of course, if you want to come over and fuck me I wouldn't mind either hmm?"

"Right, ahem..." you cough awkwardly at the suggestion. "I'll think about it, bye then." Hayoung leans in to give you a chaste kiss before waving goodbye to you joyfully.

"Have a good weekend!"

You think to yourself as you walk away: Saerom may be the leader of the company, but Hayoung is the one that sees all.

A/N: Finally got around to continuing FROMIS app, gonna try to write Seoyeon and Chaeyoung chapters as soon as I get an idea... so...within 1 year? Thanks for reading!

[octuscle]

Cursed Ken, part 5: Kev, the bouncer

"Ajith" meant "the invincible one". What a silly name. Ajith thought of it regularly. But what could he do, he couldn't help his name. Ajith was one of those IT nerds that everyone needed but no one took seriously. Ajith was the first to arrive in the morning and the last to leave in the evening. At some point, his hard work would pay off. He was sure of that…

It was already quite late when Ajith walked towards the cafeteria. The coffee machine in his department had already been cleaned and switched off. And if he wanted to keep going for another two hours, he urgently needed a coffee. The corridors were deserted. He heard footsteps coming from somewhere. A giant was heading towards the exit. A muscle-bound guy with a shaved head. Obviously one of the janitors. He was carrying a bin liner. Suddenly Ajith saw something fall out. A box. And although it would certainly have been sensible to point it out to the janitor, Ajith didn't. Instead, he walked as inconspicuously as possible towards the box. Ajith immediately recognized the box as a prototype toy. Professionally made. But clearly not a product that would be on a toy store shelf in this packaging. Or in a sex store, Ajith thought to himself. The young man on the packaging didn't look as if Ajith would let his daughter, whom he didn't yet have, play with it. And definitely not his son.

But Ajith was clever enough to realize that there was a market for this type of prototype. Fags were certainly willing to spend a lot of money on something like this. And Ajith could more than use the money. He cursed not having a jacket or a bag with him. But there had to be paper bags in the cafeteria for the sandwiches you could get there. And even if he had just found a treasure, he still had a few things to work off and he needed a coffee to do so.

Ajith's leather pants creaked with every step he took. He loved the feel of the unlined black leather hugging his thighs. As expected, the cafeteria was deserted. Only a young guy sat bored at the cash register, playing with his cell phone. When Ajith put the tray with the Coke and pastrami sandwich down at the till, the impressive bulge in his leather trousers had to be almost exactly at eye level with the young man, who was lying more than sitting in his seat. The young man's eyes widened in shock as the sight and smell of the leather snapped him out of his daydreams. Ajith asked with a grin if he liked the sight. The young fellow grinned and said that he had seen worse. He kneaded the bulge that appeared in his jeans. Ajith was sorry, but unfortunately he had to work. But he would be at Boxers HK from 22:00. If he felt like it, he would be happy to welcome him there.

Kevin wondered why he was actually sitting here in the cafeteria eating a really bad sandwich instead of eating at the store where he worked before his shift started. Shit, where was he anyway? Oh yeah, right… He had hooked up with the guy working the register for a quick blowjob via Grindr. And the boy had blown like the devil. And that had made Kevin hungry. But now he was late. If he wanted to be on time for his shift, he had to take an uber. Fortunately, there was one available nearby. The driver also seemed to like the passengers getting into his Prius. And Kevin wasn't exactly disgusted either. He liked Indians. They were polite and pleasant customers. And submissive and docile in bed. At the next red light, Kevin moved from the back seat to the passenger seat. And his driver didn't necessarily reach past the gearshift more than once by mistake. No wonder with an automatic gearbox. And with the pole sticking out of Kevin's pants. Shit, after the driver had operated the wrong gearshift a few times, he had to pull over again. And suck the pole next to the gearshift.

Being late was not good. But Kev was basically reliable and his boss overlooked the ten minutes. However, starting the service completely horny was never perfect either. Customers tended to stare at Kev's crotch rather than his face because of his hard-on. And with a hot guest, Kev sometimes disregarded the rules of the club. If the guest was a potential after-hours victim, he was allowed in the club. Kev was perhaps not the toughest bouncer in town. But he was one of the hottest and horniest.

[lunaflowers]

and now you're mine (yandere!kai)

pairing: yandere!kai x reader word count: 3.6k genre: smut, angst, yandere warnings: yandere behavior, extremely dubious consent, noona kink, piv, yn has issues, references to stalking, kind of switch leaning dom kai?, some pussy eating, drugging, obsession, mental manipulation, dirty talk, a bit of mommy kink, kidnapping, some degradation and name calling

synopsis: kai has finally got you right where he wants you a/n: this is a yandere story, meaning it contains many dark elements. please heed the warnings and don't read this fic if this type of content makes you uncomfortable. i do not condone the behavior exhibited in this fic and i don't believe the member featured would either.

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It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to Kai, you definitely were. His extraordinarily handsome face with those full lips and strong jawline combined with his perfect body would’ve made you swoon at any other time but right now you just weren’t in the headspace for it. You’d just been dumped by your long term boyfriend (after you’d caught him cheating) a few weeks ago and your friends had pressured you to go on this date to get you out of the funk you’d been in since then. You had always had terrible luck with men and you were honestly on the verge of giving up on the male sex altogether. “The best way to get over a man is to get under another one,” your best friend had said, her best effort to convince you to meet Kai.

“Noona, what’s going on? Do you not feel well?” Kai looked at you concerned from across the table, his forehead kneaded and his lips in a slight pout. You must’ve zoned out while he was talking and you felt horrible as soon as you realised. You didn’t know Kai very well seeing as he was a co-worker of your friend’s but he seemed super sweet and he didn’t deserve to be treated like this.

“I’m sorry, Kai,” you said, giving him a small smile. “I’m just not feeling up for this. It’s nothing to do with you, I promise. You’ve been wonderful. I’m just not ready to date again and I shouldn’t have let myself be pressured into this. I’ve wasted both of our time. I should leave.”

You waited for his reaction and to your surprise he didn’t look angry or annoyed like most men would. Instead he gave you a smile and replied, “It’s okay. I understand. How about we have one more drink and then I take you home?”

You were relieved at his words but truthfully, you didn’t want to stay for one more drink. You wanted to go home, get into bed, and maybe watch Netflix before passing out, but you felt like it was the least you could do for him for being so understanding.

As the waitress brought the two of you another rum and coke each, you eyed Kai up and down. You definitely would’ve been all for this if you weren’t so hung up on your ex. You sipped your drink and continued chatting pleasantly with Kai. It wasn’t until about half way through your last drink that you began to feel a little woozy. You rested your head in your hands and closed your eyes, trying to keep your breathing even.

“Noona? What’s wrong?” 

“I’m okay. I just probably shouldn’t have had that last drink. I really need to go now.” You tried to stand up, but a wave of dizziness made you sit right back down again.

“It’s okay,” Kai said, his voice soft and reassuring. “I’ll get you home.” 

Kai got up and walked over to you. He gently helped you into a standing position. He had his arm around you and you were leaning almost your entire body weight on to him. He led you out of the bar and down the street.

“Kai,” you said, a bit sluggishly, “I live the other way.”

“I’m taking you to my place. It’s way nearer. Just until you sober up.”

You weren’t really in any type of position to argue so you allowed Kai to guide you to his apartment which was surprisingly close, just a few short minutes away. It was a walk up, above a shabby Thai restaurant and Kai had to carry you up the stairs. As soon as you got into his apartment, he sat you down on the couch. You were feeling worse than ever, not even able to take in the sparse surroundings, dizzy as well as sleepy.

Before you could say a word, Kai handed you a glass of water. You didn’t even know when he’d gotten it. “Drink up. This should help.”

You chugged  half the glass of water down at once, feeling surprisingly thirsty as soon as he handed it to you. And he was right, drinking it did make you feel slightly better. “Thanks Kai. I really owe you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m not usually such a lightweight.” You looked up at him from under your eyelashes and he was wearing an unreadable expression on his face. You raised the glass of water to your lips again but Kai pulled it away from you, spilling some in the process.

“That’s enough,” Kai said, and you looked up at him in confusion. “Actually, noona, I’m kind of mad at you,” he said, to your surprise.

“What? Mad?” 

“Yeah,” he set the half empty glass on the coffee table loudly. “I was really looking forward to tonight and you couldn’t even stop obsessing over that loser ex of yours long enough to give me a real shot.”

“I’m sorry?” You were completely baffled at what was coming out of his mouth. You wondered if you were maybe misunderstanding what he was saying. Why would he be acting like this?

“It was rude, noona. You were rude to me. I think you owe me a proper apology.”

Your head still felt heavy but you felt weirdly alert now. You knew that you were in an unsafe situation and all you wanted to do was get out of here. “I’m sorry, Kai. I should’ve been more respectful of your time. It was rude of me, like you said. I should leave now and not waste even more of your time. I’ll just call a cab and get out of here… Wait, where’s my phone?”

You looked around yourself and couldn’t find it. You couldn’t see your purse either. Had he taken them? Kai knelt down in front of you and grabbed your jaw gently, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“Words mean nothing. You need to show me how sorry you are.” Kai said.

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened. “How would I do that?”

“You’re a smart woman. I know you know what I want.” As he said this, his eyes wandered over your body and you felt utterly disgusted at the realisation that hit you.

“I’m not going to fuck you, if that’s what you’re thinking. Are you insane?”

“Noona,” Kai said with a sigh, “I’m not going to let you leave here until you give me what I want.”

Your anger got the better of you and you slapped him across the face but he barely flinched. You realised now that he must’ve put something in that last drink of yours so that you would end up here with him, unable to fight back. The lethargy from whatever he’d drugged you with had made it so you couldn’t even defend yourself.

The slap seemed to have amused him and annoyed him simultaneously. He grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down on the couch, getting on top of you. “You know what your problem is, noona? You’re a snob.”

“No…” you tried to protest but Kai covered your mouth with his hand, shutting you up. 

“You are. You think you’re too good for me,” he said, almost sadly, his pout prominent. “Why? Is it because you make more money than me? Because I don’t live in a nice apartment like you? Because you’re older than me?”

He lifted his hand off your mouth and looked at you like he really wanted a response. “I don’t think I’m better than you, Kai, I swear. I’m just tired and want to go home.”

“Liar. And you’re not going home yet. I’m going to make you feel so good, I promise. Not that you deserve it.”

“Stop it, Kai,” you protested, but he didn’t seem to care. He had already pushed his hand up your dress and underneath your panties. As he touched your cunt, you both gasped.

“Hairless,” he said, smirking. “See? You wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t want me. But it’s okay noona, I don’t mind if you don’t wax either.”

He was talking like a crazy person. You had no idea that Kai was like this and you were getting more frightened by each passing second.

You slapped him again and this time he pinned your hand down, looking at you with those doe eyes. “I don’t like that. Please don’t make me hurt you. I really, really don’t want to hurt you. I only want to make you feel good. Okay?” He bent down and kissed you on the cheek, moving his way to your lips. You turned your head away and he grabbed you by the jaw again and forced a kiss on your mouth. Tears sprang to your eyes and you blinked them away. You didn’t want to show that kind of weakness in front of Kai.

“Don’t fight me,” he said gently. He had softened considerably from earlier as though he really was trying to keep you calm now. “Please.” He began pulling at your dress, trying to take it off.

“Noo… Please,” you begged, but your protests fell on deaf ears. Kai was so singularly determined to have you it seemed that there was nothing that you could do or say that was going to stop him. It was exhausting. You didn’t feel like fighting anymore. He was just too big and too strong and you were so tired. It was just so much easier to surrender to his will. You let him pull off your dress, leaving you in only your bra and panties sprawled out on his couch.

Kai looked you up and down and whistled, his lopsided smile coming over his features. “You’re even more beautiful than I thought you’d be. I don’t know how that’s possible.” He leaned down and kissed you again on the lips, more passionately this time, and you didn’t resist him. Despite your reservations, Kai was an excellent kisser and it felt good to be kissed again, to be desired again. You kissed him back automatically.

“Just be gentle with me, okay?” You said, as he broke the kiss. 

He looked at you with eyes that were full of lust and you felt yourself clench involuntarily. Kai was undeniably sexy and as much as you hated yourself for it, you felt yourself growing wetter by the second. The panties you were wearing were white cotton, certainly not your sexiest, but they were already soaked through to the point that Kai could see your pussy.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants and it was all he could do not to devour you then and there. He’d been fantasising about this moment for so long, stroking his cock as he did so. Now that you were really here, almost naked underneath him,  he thought he was going to burst. He knew he needed to calm down before he entered you. The idea of cumming his pants now that he was finally going to have you would be too humiliating to bear. Besides, he’d promised he’d make you feel good.

Kai took a few breaths, trying to think neutral thoughts while unhooking your bra and taking it off. He thought of what he’d eaten for breakfast that morning, about washing the dishes and putting them away, anything other than how fucking delicious you looked right now. Slowly, he pulled down your panties, savouring the moment your cunt was truly revealed to him.

As soon as he saw it, he knew he had to taste you. He couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to. He threw your panties to the ground and held your legs open. He leaned down and latched his mouth onto your cunt, giving your clit a lick. You squirmed as he did this but his grip on your legs kept them wide open. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he said, licking his bottom lip. “Here, taste.” He kissed you on the mouth so you could taste your own arousal on his tongue. It was so erotic, tasting yourself mixed with his saliva. Kai made his way down your neck and to your breasts, biting and sucking on the way, being sure to leave marks. When he got to your nipple, he drew a circle on it with his tongue before beginning to suck on it as well. As his teeth grazed your areola, you yelped in pain but he didn’t stop. He bit it, just hard enough for you to yelp again.

“Kai… That hurts…” you moaned out.

“But you like it,” he smirked.

You did. Kai knew you more than you thought he could and you weren’t sure if you were alarmed or aroused by the thought of it. 

“I need to fuck you now, noona,” Kai said suddenly, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. He took off his shirt to reveal his perfectly chiselled body and you couldn’t help but bite your lip a little. Fuck, he was sexy. He stood up to pull off his pants and underwear, and you admired his gorgeous body. Why did you have to find him so damn attractive?

He took his cock in his hand and gave it a few strokes. He was already rock hard but was getting himself ready for you. He knelt down between your legs and used his cock to tease your pussy lips, savouring the feel of the wetness on his tip. 

“You want me to put it in?” He asked, making eye contact with you. He wanted you to want it, to beg for it, even.

“Yes please, Kai,” you replied, spreading your legs open further to his delight. “I want your cock so bad. Please put it in.”

He grinned as pushed himself into you slowly, eliciting a moan from you both. God, he just felt so good filling you up. Hearing you moan with pleasure from something he was doing almost enough to make him cum right there on the spot but he was able to hold firm, closing his eyes and going through the inane motions of his day again. He began moving within you, slowly, hoping to build up a steady pace that wasn’t too much for him.

“Feels good,” you moaned. Kai just felt so in tune with your body in a way that no one had ever been before, certainly not your ex. 

“Yeah, you like it?” He asked, continuing to fuck you while he kissed your jawline. “You’re such a greedy fucking girl, noona…”

You giggled and put your hand in Kai’s hair, grabbing and tugging it a little so that he looked up at you. “You better make me cum tonight or you’re never going to get to fuck me again, baby.”

He raised his eyebrows at your challenge. “I don’t think it’ll be too hard. You’re literally gushing for me. You want me as much as I want you.” He used one hand to reach down and slowly begin playing with your clit, causing you to gasp. “I own this pussy already.”

You moaned in pleasure as he continued to rub your clit, the feeling of his cock pounding away inside you while his fingers were on your sweet spot was enough to almost push you over the edge. Kai, seemingly sensing this, stopped his ministrations, holding himself still.

“Kai!” You exclaimed, half frustrated and half amused. “I was close.”

“No way, noona. You can’t make it that easy for me.” He pulled out of you and sat down beside you on the couch, his back against the sofa cushions. “Get on top of me. I’m gonna make you work to cum.”

Annoyed, you did as he said. Straddling him, you took his length in your hand and lined it up with your entrance. This time it was your turn to tease him, lowering yourself onto him halfway and clenching. Kai grabbed your hips and forced you down onto him, while thrusting his own hips up into you. He looked almost irritated. “Don’t fucking tease me,” he said. It was jarring how he seemed to go back and forth between playful and serious. “You’re going to cum all over my cock like the good little slut you are… My slut,” he added.

You reached down and grabbed his shoulders for purchase. You bounced on his cock while he grabbed your ass. “Yes Kai, I’m your slut,” you whined out breathlessly. As crazy as it sounded after everything that had happened that night, you wanted to be his, to be owned by him. Being with him felt right and safe. He grabbed you and kissed you again and you moaned into his mouth.

“That’s right. Mine. Tell me how much you love it.”

“I love being your slut, Kai…” you moaned. 

“And I’m the best you’ve ever had, right? You’ve never been fucked so good before, have you?”

“Never.”

You could feel your orgasm getting closer and it was making you desperate, you babbled incoherently about how much you loved his cock, how much you loved getting fucked by him, how you wanted him to own your body. “I’m gonna cum, Kai, please, please let me cum this time.”

“Of course, noona, you’ve been such a good girl,” Kai replied. “Cum for me,” he said, nipping at your jawline while fingering your clit.

It only took a few seconds to push you over the edge. The orgasm wracked your entire body as you let out an,”Oh my god, Kai!”

Watching you cum for him, and on him, felt like it was going to make him crazy. He used his strength to keep fucking up into you even as you came down from your orgasm. He was going to cum and he wanted to, no, he had to, do it inside you. He would ask your permission, but it didn’t matter what you said, he knew he was going to do it anyway. 

“Noona… I’m gonna cum too… Won’t you let me cum inside your pretty pussy? Please?” 

You panicked a little. You weren’t on any type of birth control and you knew that you were due your period in about two weeks, so it was likely a dangerous time for this. 

“No, Kai… It’s not safe… Not tonight. Next time,” you replied gently, trying to climb up off his cock but he held you on to it firmly. 

“Please, noona,” he said, his voice coming out with a whine. “Please… I’ve been such a good boy, haven’t I? I made you feel good, right? Haven’t I been such a good boy for you, mommy?”

Mommy. No one had ever called you that before. You hadn’t expected it, but the use of that word did something to you. You felt yourself clench. 

“Yes, baby. You’ve been such a good boy,” you relented, grabbing his face and kissing him on the cheek. You whispered into his ear, “Cum inside mommy.”

With that Kai flipped you on your back while you were still on his cock. He was on top of you now and he sped his pace up, releasing himself inside you with a groan. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. 

After a few seconds, the two of you readjusted yourselves on the couch so that Kai was laying flat on his back on the couch while you were laying on your side beside him, half on top of him. You laid your head on his chest, feeling his heart pounding inside of it.

“You know what this means, right?” Kai said, running a hand in your hair. 

“Mmm? What does it mean, baby?” You were on the verge of falling asleep at that moment but you forced yourself to stay awake.

“You belong to me now. No one else can touch you ever again.”

“Is that right?” You asked with a sleepy giggle. “And what if I don’t agree to this?” You looked up at him, batting your lashes.

He shrugged. “It’s not really up to you.”

“So what? You make my decisions for me now?”

Kai smirked but said nothing, kissing you on the forehead. 

You opened your mouth to argue but then shut it again. To be honest, you were exhausted and what he was proposing didn’t sound so bad at the moment. It would be nice to be able to not think and put all your responsibilities on Kai.

You closed your eyes and fell asleep quickly. Kai slipped out from underneath you, careful not to wake you. He picked you up and carried you bridal style to his small bedroom where he put you down on his bed. He smiled to himself at how deep a sleeper you were, you hadn’t moved a muscle when he moved you. He covered you in a blanket and planted a kiss on your cheek before putting on some pajama bottoms and making his way on to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.

Everything had gone perfectly tonight and he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy. You were his, you hadn’t even argued. All those months of watching you and waiting, convincing your friend to set the two of you up had finally paid off. Tomorrow he’d take you to a secluded house in the forest where he could truly keep you all to himself. He didn’t want you to look at anyone else and he didn’t want anyone else to look at you either. Everything was set up there, the locks on the doors and windows so you couldn’t escape even if you decided you had regrets.

Kai put his cigarette out and tossed it over the balcony. He watched it flicker for a few seconds on the cement below before dying completely, excitedly thinking about what the next day would bring.

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[bigsoftmarshmallow]

Hi, I hope this will bring the wholesome!

Holy cow!! This game! I can't! ❤️ Little Romi just gave Zel a four-leaf clover! She said that “Did you know you’ll be happy forever & ever if you've got one of these clovers?” She then went on to say that she gave one to her papa & that he was SOOO happy, then gave one to Zel, telling her that she should give one to her papa too! … I gotta say, they did a great job of writing these kids in this game.

So, I'd love to see the Dorfs receiving such a clover from their daughter. Perhaps they’re confused initially, but accept all-the-same, earning him a bright, sunny smile & an “Nï'āmàl'so, Vōda!” (Meaning, “I love you, dad!” But in a slang way. So, it's more like, “love ya, dad!” Āmàl being the platonic or familial use of love.) Before scampering off saying that, she was going to go help Vàma with dinner. Anyway, I imagine the DorfMisers just smiling, looking at the silly little good luck charm… He contemplates tossing it or something of the like.

What do each one decide to do?

Regardless, I imagine that they go about their day until they catch the word “clover,” only half-listening, until he hears a child all pouty over having not been able to find a Happy Clover. The other children ask why she wanted that, who responds that four-leaf clovers are always lucky, but the Picori Festival had just ended a week ago, so all four-leaf clovers still in the ground become Happy Clovers which are extra extra lucky because the Picori always leave extra treats & trinkets during the festival. Reminding them how in class, the teacher said that if you have one then you’ll be happy forever & ever! (Said elderly lady was also his daughter's teacher, so it was almost guaranteed that she'd heard the same tale herself.) “And it’s the last day until the full moon, when the extra luck will disappear for 100 whole years!!” *note that the child was whining* She then complained about how “It’s almost sundown & the princess stole the last one right from under my nose & those are the luckiest!! She could've gotten another one before, cause she’s really good at finding treasure, so she must’ve waited till the last hour to get the best one!!! Selfish!!!” Keep in mind, it was really just little kid talk, no hatred, just annoyance. Nothing a bit of roughhousing won’t resolve.

In other words, rather than keep such a supposedly fae-blessed eternal happiness bestowing treasure for herself (which, is super huge for kids, remember that), the DorfMisers’ darling Vàlàti (princess) had decided to give it to him instead.

How do they react?

If he tossed the clover, does he go searching for it? If so, how does he feel when he does find it again?

Or if he didn't toss it, is he overcome with relief for his forbearance. (Which, in.the cases of Demise, is likely very rare.)

Regardless of which, what does he do & say next time he sees her standing on a stool as she helps her mother knead buns on her tippy toes with a flour smudged màgdàsha (a type of cooking apron made from linen)? Thoughts, feelings, & what do they do afterwards? Do they watch for a bit? Listen to his wife & daughter chat for a moment? Enjoy a moment of peace & contentment & family & just… love. Perhaps that desire for power & conquest is still there, but maybe for now, with these people… maybe he had all he needed for just a moment…

What then? Which of the Dorfs react by saying the classic, “How are my 2 favorite vaien?” (I highly doubt Demise, but I can absolutely see Hedony doing so.)

I'd love a cute little scene where they interact.

Regardless, when Nemma notices the little clover, she comments, “My! That's quite the fortunate find! I could seal that in resine so it won't wilt, if you'd like?”

Response please?

And, if he asks his vehvï why she didn’t keep such a “powerful” treasure for herself. (I imagine him saying the word with a bit of humor. Maybe some fondness.) After all, many would give anything for never-ending happiness. How does he react to her saying, “I’m always happy, but I see how you look sometimes. And I know that being happy doesn’t come as easy for everyone. So, I wanted you to have it, so we can see you smile more. Kaachan likes your smile & so do I! I know your job's important to you, but taking breaks to be happy is important, too!”

Also, the expression on Nemma’s face is like: 🥹, hand pressed to her lips like this: 🤭 with a tiny, tight little smile of, “Oh my goodness, my heart. It is breaking from the wholesome.”

But, how do the DorfMisers react?  Like, just to the realization that his baby wants wishes eternal happiness for him? Thoughts & feelings? How does he respond?

Anyway, thank you! And I'm glad you're sib’s back at home.

I loved that quest. Its so cute. The King of Hyrule in this game was such a 10/10 dad. I loved the father/daughter dynamics between him and Zelda. <3

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What an absolutely heartwarming and rich scene you've crafted! Here’s how I imagine each of the Ganondorfs and Demise might react to Vàlàti’s innocent and deeply thoughtful gift.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

At first, he may be taken aback, almost amused by the clover's "power" as his daughter eagerly hands it to him. He's not prone to sentimentality, so he doesn't give much thought to it until he hears the children’s conversation about the clover’s supposed power to bring eternal happiness. Suddenly, it dawns on him just how meaningful her gesture was, choosing to bestow him with what she saw as boundless happiness. This thought lingers with him as he goes to find her, watching her help her mother in the kitchen. In a rare moment of softness, he places the clover in his pocket, letting himself feel her love and seeing both his daughter and wife as pillars in his life he wouldn’t trade for anything. He might smile and ask, “How are my two favorite vaien?”

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Twilight Princess Ganondorf would likely scoff lightly at the idea of a “happy clover” at first, not thinking twice as he sets it down somewhere unceremonious. Yet the overheard conversation about the clover’s rarity makes him reconsider, compelling him to find it again, a shadow of doubt flitting across his mind that it might actually carry some significance. When he sees Vàlàti with her mother, covered in flour and happily chatting, he’d feel a tug of something tender and unfamiliar. He might even join in, maybe calling them his “vaien,” although with that characteristic serious tone he never quite shakes. Yet as he leaves, the clover’s weight in his pocket feels like a reminder of the simple happiness he often overlooks.

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Wind Waker Ganondorf, with his connection to the sea and the endless search for something beyond power, would feel an immediate, instinctive warmth when Vàlàti gives him the clover. He listens carefully to the children’s chatter, quietly intrigued, and feels an ache when he realizes she gave up such a valuable treasure for him. As he watches her, his heart fills with pride, especially when he considers her purity and resilience in wanting to share joy with him. He’s likely to watch Nemma and Vàlàti in that contented silence, whispering a soft, “My girls,” before deciding he’ll keep that clover with him, a little beacon of happiness in his journey.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf is initially skeptical of the clover’s “eternal happiness,” dismissing it with a smirk. But after hearing the children’s belief in the clover’s power, he finds himself curiously examining it more closely, his respect for his daughter’s thoughtfulness growing. Watching her help Nemma in the kitchen, he’d feel an unexpected warmth and protective pride, reflecting on her selflessness. He’d keep the clover, reminding himself that her happiness is now woven into his life as much as his ambitions. He might approach them, standing beside Nemma, and murmur, “My two favorite vaien are getting along well, I see,” with a rare softness in his voice.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf would initially seem indifferent to the clover, but overhearing the children would leave him thoughtful, the meaning behind his daughter’s gesture settling deeply. He finds himself seeking Vàlàti out, finding her with Nemma in the kitchen. For a moment, he simply watches the pair, feeling an unfamiliar ache at how she wants him to be happy. He might kneel beside her, tucking the clover into a pouch close to his heart. “Thank you, vàlàti,” he’d murmur, his usual commanding tone softened. Her gift makes him realize he might truly desire more for them than he’d once imagined.

Demise

Demise would likely regard the clover as insignificant at first, setting it aside without a second thought. However, hearing the children's talk would jolt something in him—a glimmer of curiosity. The thought of happiness wasn’t something he ever sought, but the fact that she wanted it for him would leave him unexpectedly stirred. He wouldn’t outwardly show much, perhaps, but when he sees her helping Nemma in the kitchen, he watches a while longer than usual, feeling a new, unfamiliar sense of peace. He might finally grumble, “My two favorite vaien,” more for their sakes than his own, the clover tucked into his gauntlet almost without thinking.

If Nemma offers to preserve the clover, most of the Ganondorfs would be moved, likely nodding with a subtle, “Thank you.” After Vàlàti’s explanation, they might feel a pang of tenderness, the realization that their little girl had thought so deeply and selflessly. And if they ask her why she gave it to them, her simple yet profound response would bring an unexpected sense of humility and gratitude.

Demise, meanwhile, would be especially struck by her words about happiness not coming as easily to him. He’d turn her words over in his mind as though unlocking a mystery, perhaps vowing to keep the clover for reasons he can’t yet name, his normally unyielding resolve softened just slightly by his daughter’s gesture.

[ronearoundblindly]

Whats Ari's massages like? Feel free to be detailed

oh. oh, bae. Here we gooooooooo! Spice at your own risk.

🌶🌶🌶

He's given you shoulder and neck rubs without incident. He's helped release some bite in your forearms after you've typed or taken notes all day. He's even used his knuckles on your lower back if you slept wrong on any of the three different beds you've gone through in just a few months in the house.

Tonight, Ari is not playing around...or maybe he is. Whatever he's doing, the intensity of his focus heats your skin as much as the friction of his touch right now.

The oil smells faintly of white musk, deep and sensual, unlike the lifting aroma of your lavender lotion.

He came home to find you reading, laying on your stomach with a pillow smooshed under your arms and chest.

"Hey, gorgeous," Ari drawled, tossing aside all of his work things in trade for only some sweatpants. "You tired?"

You are not usually in the bedroom this early in the evening, but the couch never offered a comfortable position. You gave up a while ago and just headed to bed.

"Oh," he sympathized, "need a little rub?" He swirled a few broad circles over your shirt. That alone was soothing, so you imagined an actual massage would do wonders.

Ari tapped your butt. "Clothes off," he demanded, heading to the bathroom.

You raised a suspicious brow. "That's not the point."

"Yeah, but I don't want to get your clothes oily. I know from experience that don't come out in the wash."

That's fair, and Ari would be telling the truth if he said he started the massage with pure intentions. That gradually changed though.

He began between your shoulder blades and at the base of your neck, working out the clear tension there before moving on to across your shoulders, but the glide of the oil tempted him. He pushed his hand underneath your collarbone, sliding back out once he delicately pinched a nipple between straight fingers.

"Ari," you warned.

Though you weren't facing him, he shrugged. "Hand slipped."

He moved to smooth the heels of his hands down your lower back, and that was genuinely meant to massage you. He also genuinely slipped a little to continue over your ass cheeks a few times. He watched you clench your butt and relax. That's about the moment he knew where he wanted this to go.

Now he's worked all the way up both legs, and the kneading of your ass at the top of each stroke is actually helping the muscle over your hip bone. He can feel it, so he keeps going.

Then Ari splays his fingers a fraction wider, dragging his pinky against your near-hidden labia, and you suck in air sharply.

"Ari," you say, but there's no command in it. His name doesn't lean either toward stop or go. All he can do is continue.

He lingers on your thighs, gripping the soft flesh in a steady pattern, almost completely professional again.

You sigh, content.

With that same rhythm, Ari keeps pace on your thigh while stroking the edge of his hand straight through your folds.

"Ari," you moan. That's a distinct 'go.'

He cups your hip, asking if you want to turn over, and he's grateful your roll so slowly that he gets a long raking gaze down your body before deciding where to start.

As if intending you to cool down, Ari massages your feet for a few minutes. To you--with your eyes closed--it's heavenly and grounding. To him, it's a picture of you stark naked before him and repeatedly, softly moaning. He is not grounded; he is soaring toward Hornytown.

He moves on to your legs again, caressing your thighs as if your whole body stands in for the anatomy of your sex. He's targeted and manipulating your flesh to perfection, but he doesn't touch you there again. Instead, Ari slides his hand across your stomach, with no pressure, just a graze of exploring fingers, back and forth.

He memorizes your face as it twists in desire. You struggle to keep your eyes closed, your breath coming faster and more ragged. He can tell you want more, need more, need it badly by the way your thighs tense and almost press together, but he's determined to make you beg. Work was rough for him today, too, and he'll need you wet and screaming soon.

At this moment, however, you're the perfect combination of peaceful and flustered. He keeps teasing you with his knuckles petting between your breasts, and your breath catches immediately.

"Ari," you whine.

You can't see his smirk but it's there.

Closer, but not begging.

"Where do you need me?"

You arch your back to shove his hand to your chest. He responds with a chuckle and takes one breast in hand while his mouth lowers to the other. His fingers mirror his tongue, dancing across your nipples in a lazy pattern, no rush or urgency conveyed even though Ari's rock-hard in his tightening sweats.

You're whimpering now. You're almost there.

He gets sloppier but no less deliberate in his attention to your breasts, and it only takes half a minute more to break your solace.

Your hand wraps around Ari's wrist, pushing his arm down to where you want him. He peeks up from suckling you to meet your open eyes.

"Hello, gorgeous," he hums lowly, flicking his tongue out one more time for good measure just to see you keen with blown pupils. "Need me?"

Ok gang, I also bring you footage of me writing this. It's my first face reveal.

jk but i was THIRSTY today. Thank you for the indulgence. There will be more. Feel free to send in thots and asks anytime!

[monsta-x-jagi]

Legal Affairs - Chapter 9

Synopsis: Wonho gives you a massage and gets slightly jealous of your coworkers.

Word count: 2.4k

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Hoseok was still holding your hand, swinging it playfully. You checked your watch for the time: 10:18pm. 

“I suppose I can stay a bit then go home?” You pondered aloud. 

“Do you want to work on the couch? I can get us some blankets? Pillows? Coffee?” Hoseok said excitedly and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Sure.” 

When Hoseok let go of your hand, you brought your bag and laptop over to the couch. “Can I put my feet up?” Hoseok nodded and you made yourself comfortable. You balanced your laptop on your knees on the opposite end of the couch to Hoseok.

You eventually got lost in your work and didn’t notice that Hoseok had stood up and left until you heard him clearing his throat beside you. You almost jumped at the sound. Hoseok was standing holding a cup, probably the coffee he promised, and had several blankets and pillows tucked under his arm as well. 

You lifted your laptop up so Hoseok could lay the blanket over your legs. He placed the pillows down on the coffee table, together with the coffee cup.

“It’s still hot, give it a minute,” he said as he sat down next to your feet. 

You absentmindedly nodded and continued your work. Soon after Hoseok sat down, he scooted closer to you, until he could place your legs over his lap like he had done earlier that night.

“You really like doing that huh?” You chuckled without looking up from your work. 

“I could say the same about you. You’re so focused that I’m slightly worried,” Hoseok said as one of his hands squeezed your calf. 

“Why are… you… worried?” You asked slowly as you kept typing your report. 

Hoseok’s fingers started moving in a pattern as he began massaging your legs. “I was certain you enjoyed my company during dinner today, but this whole time you’ve been enamoured by your screen.” 

Hoseok’s tone was light, and you knew he was joking, but you lowered your laptop screen and directly looked at him. “Well, I am looking at you now.”

Hoseok smiled, but didn’t say anything. He reached over for your coffee cup and handed it to you. He spoke after you took some sips. “Do you like it?”

“The coffee? Yeah, it’s fine.” You drank it quickly. When you drained the cup, Hoseok stopped massaging your legs and reached out a hand to take the mug from you, but you refused. Instead, you got up from the couch and went to the kitchen. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean it.” 

Hoseok watched as you pushed up the sleeves of your jacket and rinsed the cup. He kept his gaze on you until you returned to the couch. You rolled your shoulders and picked up your laptop to start working again. This movement didn’t go unnoticed by Hoseok. 

“Turn around,” he said when you sat down the same way you were earlier.

“What? How?” You asked, twisting in your seat.

“Turn around so that your back faces me,” he said. He pulled his legs onto the couch and sat cross legged, waiting for you. 

“Uh sure?” You said and began turning around. You gasped when his fingers wrapped around your shoulders.

“Scoot back a little, it’s hard to reach,” he said. 

You wiggled your butt back a little. “Like so? What are you trying to do anyway?” 

“Shoulder massage,” Hoseok replied. The fingers on your shoulders began to move and knead at your skin. “You’ve been working like that for almost an hour now.” 

You hadn’t noticed the time until he mentioned it. “I just need to finalise my evidence summary, and I don’t want to wait till morning.” 

Hoseok hummed in acknowledgement and continued the swirling motions on your skin. Unknowingly, you let out some sighs as you felt yourself relax. Hoseok smiled to himself proudly when he heard them.

After a while, his fingers began slowing down. You were still silently working until he spoke. “Miss y/n, there’s something I need to ask you.”

You stopped typing on your laptop. “Miss y/n? It’s a legal matter then?”

Hoseok’s fingers had now completely stopped and were just resting on your shoulders. “No, it’s about the footage… how much of it will you be submitting as evidence?” 

You started turning around to face Hoseok. “Not a lot actually.”

When you turned around, you saw there was barely an arm’s space between you and Hoseok. If you scooted back a little more, you’d be sitting flush against Hoseok’s chest. If you were a couple, he’d probably circle his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder. 

You cleared your throat to stop your thoughts from running to other places and decided to explain more. “It’ll just be footage showing you weren’t involved in anything, and the footage of the secret meeting. Obviously, I’m not submitting footage with me in it since it’s not relevant to the case.”

Hoseok smirked hearing your response. He stopped massaging and let one of his hands drop. He trailed it down your back and placed it on the couch right beside your hip. You knew he wouldn’t touch you but you wished he would.

“Are you sure that’s the only reason?” Hoseok asked as he leaned forward to look at your face. He was just teasing, just like how he placed that hand right at your hip.

You eyed him questioningly. “Are you suggesting I send the prosecutor a video of me enjoying being kissed like that?”

Hoseok’s gaze darkened. “Did you? Enjoy it, I mean?”

You glanced around the room, slightly embarrassed, before answering. “Uh yeah, kinda, I guess?”

“Only kinda?” Hoseok asked.

He hoped you didn’t see his brow starting to furrow. Sure his previous partners said they enjoyed sex with him, but nobody had ever labelled it as “kinda” enjoyable like you did. 

“Well I mean we got interrupted, and it was dark and I was definitely distracted by my case.” You had completely closed your laptop now and placed it on the coffee table. He had your full attention.

“So, if you weren’t interrupted or distracted, would it have been better?” Hoseok asked.

“Yes, probably,” you replied, then scrunched your face in annoyance. “God why are we even having this conversation?”

Hoseok lifted both his hands in a surrender pose. “Hey just making conversation. You’re the one who brought up enjoying it.”

You repositioned yourself to face him on the couch. “Ok, let’s have a conversation.” You sat cross-legged and leaned your elbows on your knees. “Tell me Hoseok, do you know the person in the video?”

Hoseok leaned back against the arm rest, eyeing you amusedly. “Actually I do, and I am wondering how you didn’t recognise them.”

You laughed. “Now I’m wondering what the prosecutor will say if he sees that video.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened. “He? The prosecutor is a man?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, he actually went to the same law school as me.”

“Were you close?” 

“No,” you shook your head. “The closest we ever got was probably dancing together at a club once. We didn’t plan it, but I bumped into him there.” 

Hoseok folded his arms over his chest. “That seems awfully close.”

“Yeah well you and all your members also saw me get even closer with another man literally hours ago,” you retorted. 

“That’s not the same, you knew one of them,” Hoseok said, biting his lip. 

“Actually, according to you, I know both of them,” you countered. “If it’s so shocking I didn’t recognise who I was with that night, maybe I really should send the footage to the prosecutor. Ask him if he knows the man.”

You were joking, you never intended to send your colleagues footage of your one night stand, but riling up Hoseok was enjoyable. So you reached for your laptop, pretending to get ready to email the clip. But before you could grab you laptop, Hoseok reached out and firmly grabbed your arm. He pulled you back towards the couch and towards him.

“Don’t.” His tone was harsh and his voice was low. He wasn’t joking anymore. “Don’t even think about it.”

Hoseok’s face was much closer to yours now, less than 10 inches away. You were shocked by the closeness and couldn’t hide it.

In Hoseok’s eyes, something like fear flashed across your features, so he loosened his grip but remained close to you. His own features softened. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You didn’t pull back. Instead you looked down apologetically, and said, “No, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have joked about exposing somebody else’s privacy like that.”

Hoseok titled his head and asked, “Somebody else? What about your own?”

You looked back up at him. “Well yes, that’s a concern too, but I just assumed you were angry because I’d be exposing someone who is supposedly a famous idol.” 

“Y/n, that was never my concern. It was only ever about you,” Hoseok said, searching your face for any signs of distress. He wasn’t sure whether to feel touched or frustrated that you would show that much consideration to someone whose identity you weren’t even sure about.

But Hoseok’s words made you smile a little. “I never thought a client would care so much about my personal life.”

You were still joking, Hoseok realised. He realised you didn’t actually think Hoseok was preventing that video from being shared because he cared about you. “Don’t joke like that, y/n, I was being serious.”

“Oh uh well then I am sincerely grateful,” you replied, blinking confusedly.

Hoseok used his grip on your arm to pull you in even closer. “I don’t think you understand. It’s not just about privacy, it’s about me not wanting some old fling of yours to see you enjoying yourself like that.”

“But you were cool with your members seeing that,” you said, twisting your lips in thought. “Plus he wasn’t a fling, we just danced once. We’ll be super professional tomorrow, I promise.” 

“And is that a promise to yourself or a promise to me?” Hoseok asked, exactly mirroring your thoughts. 

You didn’t really have an answer. Hoseok had lowered your arms down to the couch now, and pulled his face away from you. And for the record, he in fact wasn’t okay with his members seeing you like that.

“Well are you going to see the prosecutor alone tomorrow?” He asked, then glanced behind at the clock on the wall. “Or rather today?”

You sighed once you saw the time, and felt the tiredness of the day finally reach you. You didn’t have it in you to entertain his antics anymore. “Hoseok, you can come if you want. Like I don’t know why you’d want to, but you can come if you’re free.”

Hoseok’s face lit up. “Actually?”

You nodded. 

“Then text me the address, I will be there,” he said firmly.

Once Hoseok’s attendance had been settled, you yawned and got up off the couch to get your laptop. 

“Don’t tell me you still have work to do? It’s literally midnight,” Hoseok said as he watched you carry the laptop and USBs to your bag on the dinner table

“No, I am packing up actually,” you replied. 

“But it’s late,” Hoseok said.

“Exactly. I need to sleep.” You shouldered your bag.

Hoseok stood from the couch and walked towards you, blocking your path towards the door. “You could sleep here. And you can use the bed so you’ll be more comfortable.”

His comment made you smile. Sleeping pressed against him was nice, and even though you wanted to relive that experience, you knew you couldn’t. “But remember what my uncle said? My things are at home, and I need to look good for the meeting tomorrow.

“So? I can take you shopping in the morning if you want a new outfit or something,” he offered.

“Your schedule says you are busy the whole morning,” you replied. 

“Do you have that thing memorised or something?” He asked laughing, then continued. “But if I wasn’t busy, would you want to go shopping together?”

You played with the strap of your bag before answering. “Sure,” you said tiredly. “Not that I can afford the brands you buy, but I will keep you company.”

Hoseok didn’t reply. Instead, he reached towards your shoulder, and slipped his finger under the strap of your bag to take it from you. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay the night? It’s late.”

You let Hoseok take your bag. “I know. Which is why we both need sleep.” You let out a yawn for good measure. 

“You’re sleepy,” he said.

“Exactly. That’s why I am going home.” You walked past him towards the door, knowing he would follow you. 

“What if something happens while you’re driving?” Hoseok asked as he placed a hand on the door so that you wouldn’t open it. “You’re tired, what if you crash?”

You looked up and studied his face. His lips pouted, brow furrowed, he was truly considering your wellbeing and you knew better than to poke fun at him for acting this way. His sincerity was endearing.

“Won’t your members be annoyed if I stay over?” You asked. As much as you wanted to sleep with him again, you needed him to provide the excuse you would use to refuse.

“I’d be more worried they’ll annoy you. But if you stay, I’ll do everything to make sure you’re comfortable.”

You decided to keep searching for excuses because Hoseok remained leaning against the door. He would never hold you against your will but you were curious how good his arguments would be.

“But I don’t want to sleep in these clothes, and I need to wash off my makeup.”

“I am idol, I have a ton of skincare products you can borrow. And obviously there’s spare clothes for you.”

“What if my family worries when I don’t come home?”

Hoseok fully leaned his back against the door at that. “I think your family is the least of your concerns.”

“You seem pretty confident about that,” you replied sarcastically.

Hoseok smirked. “You uncle immediately knew you were sleeping at my place. And not only did he know, he found it completely normal.”

Hoseok actually made a good point. Even he looked impressed by his own words. 

“Ok fine. You win.” You turned away from the door and walked back into the apartment.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Dinner Routine

Prompts: I come humbly asking for some Merlin Lancelot qpr, living together, handling magic threats together. Being cute, cuddling, hands in each other's hair. Cooking with magic because Merlin feels safe in their house together.  - anon

Ok ok ok ok, I don't understand how after 10 years the fandom is still alive, but I'm taking advantage of it!!! 

I'd love a shapeshifting Merlin fic!!! - anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: none

Pairings: merlin/lancelot qpr

Word Count: 1511

In a land where Merlin's magic gets noticed while Uther is still in power, it's all Arthur and Morgana can do to talk him into banishing Merlin instead of executing him. To sweeten the deal, they promise that one of Camelot's finest knights will go and see to his imprisonment personally, naming Sir Lancelot of the Round Table for the task. 

Of course, what happens is Arthur grumbles about his Merlin being so far away, only able to see him once every few months on a long hunt, and Merin's magic frets at being so far away from Camelot's center and his destiny. But life settles into a pattern with Lancelot, the two growing ever closer as Merlin finally lets his magic reign free. 

Little bumps in the road are bound to happen.

When Lancelot opens the door to see a cauldron merrily stirring itself, a pot and hammer clanging themselves back into shape, and a pile of golden fur on the bed, he simply smiles and hangs up the water skin. 

“Merlin,” he calls, watching as the puppy raises its head and barks once, “hello, there. Is being human too difficult right now?”

The puppy lets out a low and almost mournful noise, clambering to its feet and shaking itself off. Lancelot chuckles and makes his way over to the bed, sitting down and letting the poor thing scramble into his lap. 

“You’re so fluffy when you’re like this,” he says as he pets the dog’s panting head, “can you control what age you become as well as what type of animal?”

A low bark, probably a ‘yes,’ given by how the puppy suddenly becomes a much heavier weight as a massive hound appears next to him. 

“Ah, Merlin! Get off, you’re too big like that!” 

The hound snuffles, probably a laugh, and the puppy returns, nosing apologetically at Lancelot’s hand. 

“Incorrigible, you are.” He takes the pup’s face in his hands, rubbing so hard it shakes. “Just the nastiest little troublemaker.”

The dog snorts. Right into his face. 

“Merlin!”

Another snuffling laugh, probably at how much he sounds like Arthur, as he gets up to wipe off his face. When he doesn’t return to the bed immediately, there’s a pitiful whine. 

“Honestly, you sound like someone just took away your blanket.” He glances over his shoulder. “Don’t give me those big eyes, you snorted in my face.”

He swears there’s some magic at work here because the eyes only seem to get bigger. 

“Those aren’t going to work on me, Merlin, don’t you pout.”

The puppy whines, lowering itself so Lancelot can see its tail hanging despondently between its legs. 

“…oh, alright,” he sighs, giving in and going back over so Merlin can pounce up and lick his face, “ah! Hey, unless you want me to leave again, knock that off!”

Merlin yips in satisfaction, far too pleased with himself as Lancelot shakes his head, scratching his chest. 

“I swear you just become animals so you can get away with mischief.”

Merlin gives him a look that says I don’t need to be an animal to get away with things and you know that damn well.

Which is true, he supposes. 

“Do you want to tell me why being a human is hard today?”

The puppy snuffles into his leg and he takes that as a ‘no,’ patting its head and letting it sigh across his lap. 

“I see you’ve put supper on, do you need any help?”

As he looks down, he sees the puppy’s golden fur shimmer and darken, Merlin’s form lengthening until there’s a black cat in his lap instead of a pup. It stretches, kneading its claws into the bedcovers before jumping elegantly to the floor and prowling to the kitchen. 

“Am I to follow you?”

The cat shoots him a look that says don’t be stupid, of course I do.

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.”

He follows Merlin further into the house, eyes tracing the path of the spoon in the cauldron a few times before an indignant meow redirects his attention to a bunch of vegetables waiting on a cutting board. The cat takes a seat next to it, looking at him expectantly. 

“Is this my part of supper?” 

Meow. 

“Alright. You might have to shift a bit, I’d hate to get too close to you with a knife.”

The cat jumps up to the shelf, lazing in a patch of sunlight as Lancelot sets to work chopping the vegetables. The cauldron behind them smells incredible and a glance up at the cat shows that Merlin is salivating just as much as he is. Well, as much as cats ever salivate. 

“Are these to be cooked as well or eaten on the side?”

The cat knocks its tail against another pot, smaller, with a lid.

“In here?”

Meow.

Lancelot puts the vegetables in the pot and the cat jumps onto his shoulder, its tail curling around his neck as he sets it in the fire. 

“Should be ready before too long, yeah?” He reaches up to scratch behind the cat’s ears. “Will you join me as a human for supper?”

Another meow, this one quieter, before the cat jumps off his shoulders and runs back to the bed, burrowing beneath the pillows. Soft gold light glows from beneath and Lancelot sighs fondly. Perching on the edge again, he carefully lifts a corner and lets out a noise. 

“Oh, Merlin,” he murmurs, looking at the little dragon curled up under the pillows, “you’re really not having a good day, are you?”

The dragon squeaks, stretching its neck out to carefully nuzzle his fingertips. He opens his arms and lets it scramble to his chest, rubbing its snout against his shirt. He cradles it as he shifts to lean against the wall, curling up to make it more like a nest. 

“A blanket,” he suggests, “or another pillow?”

Merlin squeaks, rubbing against him more insistently. 

“Just me? Alright, just me it is.” He runs a thumb along the dragon’s spines. “I’m sorry you’re having such a rough day. Is there anything else I can do to help?”

A small shudder from the dragon’s wings and it nibbles lightly at the collar of his shirt. 

“Supper’s almost ready. I’ll let you know when.”

It’s not so bad, really, falling into a doze cradling a small dragon Merlin to his chest. The smell of the stew, the faint bird calls from outside, the rustling of grass and the occasional sound of the wind chimes outside. He finds a small smile coming to his lips. 

Peaceful. 

But soon enough, the spoon taps twice against the edge of the cauldron and he gently jostles the dragon awake. 

“Supper’s ready,” he murmurs as the dragon stirs, “I’ll go get everything set up. You join me when you’re ready.”

He gets up and leaves the dragon tucked between the pillows, careful to keep his back to the bed as he serves the stew and vegetables. After a moment’s thought, he reaches for the ale as well, pouring two tankards and setting them on the table. 

No sooner has he finished fetching the spoons does he see a sleepy Merlin at the table, still blinking awake. 

“Hello, Merlin,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Merlin’s forehead, “eat all you want.”

The food is as excellent as always, just the right temperature, not too spicy. Lancelot smiles as Merlin waves his hand for a second helping, hiding it behind a drink of ale. 

He knows better than to push for conversation on days like this, knows to let Merlin get used to being a human again bit by bit. So when they’ve finished eating and Lancelot tidies away the dishes, he’s not surprised when Merlin looks up at him and raises his arms. 

“Come on,” he says softly, gathering Merlin’s gangly limbs to his chest, “let’s get you into bed, alright?”

Merlin mumbles something that almost sounds like words as Lancelot helps him up, snuggling into the knight’s chest as he tucks the blankets around them. The lanterns flicker on as the curtains draw themselves, Lancelot’s hand tangling in Merlin’s hair and scratching slightly. 

“Go on,” he says encouragingly when Merlin’s fingers begin to wander, “it’s alright.”

Merlin has to learn how to use his body again, he’s learned, when he spends too much time out of it. A necessity, due to the nature of his magic, but a sometimes terrible one. Fingers first, carding through Lancelot’s hair the way his card through Merlin’s, then his hands, carefully tracing the curve of Lancelot’s head and shoulders. 

His feet are cold, likely due to circulation being so very different for each animal, and Lancelot hisses as they shove themselves between his legs but he doesn’t pull away. Merlin’s arms shift against him, trying to maneuver into a better position. 

“Hey,” Lancelot calls as they find his sides, “careful, there.”

Sometimes Merlin will decide his fingers aren’t quite warm enough and Lancelot will have to remind them both that you can’t just attack a knight without expecting some sort of counterattack. Sometimes Merlin just clings to him, getting him warm up without his magic. 

Sometimes, on days like today, Merlin will just absentmindedly touch him as if to remind himself what it is human contact feels like. 

Lancelot stays, cradling Merlin to his chest, staying doggedly awake until he hears a soft thank you. 

“Always,” he whispers back as they fall asleep, “always, Merlin.”

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

OMG! Can u write a fic for Arthur finding out through Alfred that his s/o likes it when he hasn’t shaved for a couple of weeks, and just looks a little rough? Sorry this sounds so specific!!

England x Reader II Rougher, cuter.

Arthur sighs painfully as his hand reaches to his face.

His knuckles run throughly on his cheek, smashing the skin until he felt the shape of his teeth.

Rapidly the blood comes to the massaged skin. The computer screen in front of him being the only source of light in the tattered room.

His cheek felt numb for a few seconds, making his fingers reach all over his face to knead the other muscles.

Arthur sighs again, the screen light blinding him as he looks back to it. His green orbs glance to the sheets of paper spread under his forearm.

Many events occured this past month, and his boss made almost impossible schedules.

He did not reached the point to all nighters, but waking up everyday so early and commuting to the office in his free time to get papers done was exhausting.

Hard works pays off, he thinks.

But if he was being honest, he wished he could spend his free time doing self care instead of working most of the day.

It's Friday, 19:21, His mind is only focused on what he's gonna eat tonight and how fast he'll be able to get to bed.

He mostly only gets up to the bathroom for a break or walks to the kitchen to make something quick. He do not cook anymore, he's just heating up leftovers or random processed food.

This routine of the past weeks have been draining him slowly.

He mostly works in libraries, universities libraries to be precise.

Among the students, he shares the same fatigue and state of misery.

Many times a day, he looks up around himself, most people having one hand supporting their heads, the other one typing or writing something.

The random book and the chargers laid on the tables, hanging off around the students legs.

Next to them, usually their coat or snacks. Many bodies stand out to him, the ones sleeping and the group works many times chatting loudly. Just by looking at the sleeping ones, he yawns most of the time. He feels their restless pain, the uncomfort of the chairs adding up to the heavy bags they carry for the day.

Rolling back and forth his shoulders trying to get away from those thoughts, Arthur closes his computer. He looks around for his phone, he threw it somewhere before, screen facing his coat so he wouldn't get distracted. Three notifications appear, one from his mails, a random number who called 'probably a scam' he thinks from the foreign number indicator. However, the last notification being from Alfred, his fingers swipes the notification further up to see an overview of the text.

'Check your messages' 6:22 pm

Arthur goes directly to his research bar, he actually never got the application itself.

Takes too much space on his phone. He just goes on the web browser version for some reason. He sees the text.

'Still up for our coffee break Sunday ?' 4:53 pm

Arthur frowns slightly, he almost forgot about it. Internally, he doesn't want to go, but at the same time he needs it. You've been busy with work too, you did not want to bother him.

Nothing wrong with this choice of yours, it was your way to respect each others personal 'time to work'. Plus you've been equally busy with deadlines too.

Arthur types shortly,

'Sure, what time do you need me to be there ?' 6:28

After typing this, he throws the phone on his bed and walks to the kitchen. Arthur is already thinking of what he'll cook tomorrow morning quickly before leaving the house, and thus even if he hasn't even figured out what to eat right now.

Walking down the stairs he catches his reflection in one of the mirrors. He only catches the dark circles and tired eyes. Due to stretching all day long, holding his head with one hand trying to feel better after hours of working, his hair was pretty messy. The straight blonde strands were already sometimes a pain to keep ordered but when in rushing work session it was even worse. He'll never admit but he wished sometimes to have longer hair, just to put it in a bun and let it hold the whole day.

No strands falling in front of his eyes anymore, but oh well.

Rapidly he forgets any attempt to fix his looks in the morning, knowing perfectly he is not in the mood to.

He takes an hour to get ready, and by this from the moment he wakes up (or more like his phone bursts his ears-) to the step he takes out of the house.

He has to dress, have breakfast, cook his lunch, make sure he hasn't forgotten anything, brush his teeth and by then an hour is not enough time.

Looking good was not the main thing he had to worry about, especially when you're tired.

He wonders every morning for a few seconds why he doesn't pack his lunch the night before or checks his bag the night before too. His tired eyes, quickly brings him back to reality, he is too tired for this.

When he meets up with Alfred, the atmosphere of the coffee shop they're in is completly different from the atmosphere he's been dived into.

Vibrant colors, music and the sound of people talking. Feels strange the first few minutes to Arthur.

Him and the students he's surrounded with most of the week might be living like monsters, but outside from this cave that represent the university library, people entertain themselves.

He doesn't reject the idea of having a coffee break anymore, Arthur slowly warms up tp the atmosphere. He knows this break was needed, now he must enjoy it.

Due to his state of mind, recently, he completely forgot that people outside of the so-called cave actually care about their appearance. A simple glance at the group of teenagers behind Alfred and quickly, the thought bothers his mind.

Alfred notices the worry on Arthur's face.

'You good ?' Alfred frowns slightly, wondering about the englishman thoughts.

Arthur, still looking blankly at the air just comes up with his thoughts,

'I should have dressed up appropriately, i am dressed like highschoolers of your land- My apologies.'

Alfred notices what he meant when his eyes dropped to the actual outfit and the looks of the british man. To be honest, he did noticed the less gentleman- and polished look of Arthur, but he couldn't care less. His clothes were nothing to be worried about, plus, you did admitted to the american that you loved days when Arthur did not looked 'his best'.

The days were he is most human, he is in a rush. When you hug him and he smells like deodorant and tea. When he gets food from the tiny local restaurant owned by people who moved to england few years ago. When embracing you, his beard has grown out so it tickles your skin. Simply when his accent becomes thicker, he becomes messier.

You loved him through all his different facades but this one, was probably your favorite.

'It's fine man- No one cares' Alfred replied.

'You maybe don't, but i do, [name] does-'

'She doesn't, trust me'

'You don't know anything about it, you-'

'Heck no, [name] told me. She likes it.' Alfred cut him, his iced coffee cup was freezing the tip of his finger. He placed the drink back on the table and frowned down to his cold fingers.

Arthur stared at the blonde in front of him silently. He couldn't think straight on that moment. Was it all the pressure of the past weeks falling off from his shoulders ? Or was it just his inner pride crumbling from first, losing this small argument and secondly realizing that you never rejected him for looking rougher or dropping his gentleman act.

When he has a beer after dinner and he accidentally drop your books on the living room table. Those rougher moments to him, always ended up being the sweetest to you.

Waking up the next morning in the living room, a plaid-blanket over your legs, you two have a laugh on how you guys fell asleep watching 'The great british baking show'.

 ♡ Hope you like it anon!

[atomicjellycat]

Oh my goodness I need that pie recipe!!! It looks so fantastic 🥧🥧😋 Do you cook often?

I sure do! I love baking! And it's much easier than it looks!

So this first recipe is for the pie crust, and it's a flexible one! I use it for apple pies, chicken pot pies, any type o pie! It's buttery flakey heaven!

Remember, confidence! Pastrys can smell fear.

2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour, plus more to dust,

1/2 Tbsp granulated sugar

1/2 tsp sea salt (1 tsp if you like it saltier, I do personally, but the 1/2 tsp is best for a classic flavor)

1/2 lb COLD unsalted butter, (2 sticks) diced into 1/4" pieces

7 Tbsp ice water, (7 to 8 Tbsp)

Place flour, sugar and salt into the bowl of a food processor and pulse a few times to combine.

(now I don't have a food processor, so I just use a whisk for the dry stuff and my plain ol' hands for the butter Crumbling the cold butter into the flour until it resembles breadcrumbs, mostly incorporated)

Add cold diced butter and pulse the mixture until coarse crumbs form with some pea-sized pieces then stop mixing. Mixture should remain dry and powdery.

(also worth noting the reason you gotta use unsalted butter isn't for any killjoy reason, I love salty shit, the actual chemical composition matters. In what way? Don't remember, but it matters!)

Add 7 Tbsp ice water and pulse just until moist clumps or small balls form. Press a piece of dough between your finger tips and if the dough sticks together, you have added enough water. If not, add more water a teaspoon full at a time.

Be careful not to add too much water or the dough will be sticky and difficult to roll out. It's a bit of a tricky balance, but you want it to squish together very comfortably, but you do NOT want it sticky. I found the 7 tbs are almost always perfect, but take it slow. Again I use my hands for this part, it's easier for me to just feel it out texture wise, than use a spoon.

Transfer dough to a clean work surface, and gather dough together into a ball (it should NOT be smooth and DO NOT knead the dough). Divide dough in half and flatten to form 2 disks, I use a scale to make sure they're similar in size. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate 1 hour before using in recipes that call for pie crust.

If you don't refrigerate, then the butter inside melts and doesn't turn into actual pastry, and u just get sad sweaty dough. NEEDS to be refrigerated, hell sometimes I make double the recipe and freeze the disks until I need them, they freeze and thaw just fine!

Now the apple pie filling! You can start on this phase the moment you put the crust in the fridge!

4 medium granny Smith apples (you want em tart!)

1/2 cup granulated sugar

1/2 cup brown sugar (you CAN just do 1 cup regular sugar instead of the 50/50 I do, it makes it less sweet but more rounded in flavor, and I prefer it like that especially since I top it with ice cream, but for a sweeter pie, you can go 1 cup white granulated sugar)

3 tablespoons water

2 tablespoons butter

1 teaspoon cinnamon

1 tsp vanilla extract (or as you see fit, I always just do it by eye, but 1 tsp is a safe bet)

1/4 teaspoon nutmeg

Pinch of clove (it makes a huge difference! TRUST)

1 tablespoon + 1 teaspoon cornstarch

2 tablespoons water

1 egg (optional but recommended)

Instructions

Peel, core, and chop apples into rings, and then into halves (I used to always skip this part, but trust me, peeling really does make a huge difference!)

Melt butter and cinnamon over medium heat. Stir in apples, sugar, vanilla extract, nutmeg, cloves & water.

Cover and cook stirring occasionally for 4-6 minutes or until very slightly softened.

In a small dish combine cornstarch and 2 tablespoons water. Add to the pan while stirring and continue to cook until apples are soft (not mushy) and filling is thickened.

Let bubble 1 minute. Then take off heat and Cool. The consistency should be SUPER thick by now, and some of the apples a bit reduced.

Now while the filling is cooling, you'll probably have another 15 minutes of waiting before your dough is done chilling, so have a quick break and come back when the dough is done chilling.

Get your chilled dough, sprinkle some flour on the counter, and roll it out with a rolling pin.

Once nice and flat, stick that bad boy in a pie tin, and carefully flatten it to all the edges, and cut off excess dough over spilling from sides and save it!

Put your cooled apple pie filling in! (Doesn't need to be cold! Warm is fine, just not hot)

Do the same with the second disc of dough, roll it out and stick that bad boy on top, cut off excess dough and save that too!

Now you can crimp the edges together with a fork for that classic line-y look, that's what I do!

Now you're gonna use a sharp knife to poke some holes in the top of the pie for venting heat, or else it'll explode. I usually make one big one in the center, and like 5 around the middle.

Remember that excess dough? Now's the time to get creative! Squish em back together and roll them out flat again, and use a knife to cut fun little designs into it! And stick those designs on top of the pie, (not on the venting spots)

Get yourself an egg and whisk it up in a small bowl. Now brush that egg on top for a nice eggwash.

Bake at 425°F for 30-35 minutes

Now it depends on your oven, you need to know your beast. MY oven likes to scorch shit, so I always watch it like a hawk, and when the top is browned how I like it, I cover in tinfoil for the rest of the cooking time.

And then, LET IT COOL!!!!!!

I know I KNOOOWW you worked so hard you want it so bad but listen that's how you have a really disappointing pie. You need it to have time to solidify, otherwise the filling is just gonna spill out like water. you want it thick and together! So it needs to cool.

Doesn't have to be ALL the way, you can still have it warm, but it cant be hot.

But what I like to do, is make the pie, and then make and have dinner as soon as it's out of the oven. By the time you're finished with dinner, it'll be plenty cool, but plenty warm. Top a little vanilla ice cream on top and enjoy!

Then it's high time for pie time

I hope y'all like it!! And if you have any questions just shoot em my way!! And please post a pic and tag me if you make it!! I love pies and I think a lot more people should make scratch pies!

Also I'm sure the topping would probably SLAM with some thick sugar crystals sprinkled on top, but we don't have those here so :( cannot test it

[hickorypizza]

What Do You Need To Make Pizza Dough

Hi everyone! I'm so excited to tell you how to make pizza dough from scratch. Making your own dough is a great way to get creative with ingredients and make something that tastes delicious every time. Plus, it's really easy - all you need are a few simple kitchen staples. In this article, I'll show you what exactly you need to whip up some homemade pizza dough. So let's dive in!

Flour

I love making pizza dough! It's a fun and easy way to make your own delicious bread. The most important part of the process is getting the right flour for the job. When it comes to bread making, I always use a high-gluten or 'bread' type flour. You can find these at any grocery store in either white or whole wheat varieties.

Once you've got your flour sorted out, it's time to start kneading! Kneading techniques are key when it comes to pizza dough - if you don't get enough air into the mixture then your crust will be dense and heavy instead of light and fluffy. And this isn't just about working up a sweat - using different motions like folding, pushing and turning helps develop gluten proteins that give your pizza its structure and texture. The end result should be a smooth, elastic ball with an almost silky feel that doesn't stick too much to your hands. With this simple base recipe under your belt, you'll have no problem adding whatever toppings take your fancy!

Salt

Moving on from flour, the next essential ingredient in pizza dough is salt. In particular, you should use either kosher or sea salt for best results. Kosher salt has large flakes which don't dissolve as quickly when incorporated into doughs and batters. This makes it a great choice for baking applications since it provides more control over how much of the salty flavor comes through. On the other hand, sea salt often has trace amounts of minerals that can add complexity to your final dish – especially if you’re using a wood-fired oven to bake your pizza! But no matter what kind of salt you choose, make sure that you don’t go overboard with it - too much will overpower all the other flavors in your pizza crust and ruin its delicate balance. Just remember to measure carefully and err on the side of caution when adding any sort of seasoning to your pizzas! With just these two ingredients, you are well on your way to crafting delicious homemade pies every time.

Yeast

I'm sure I'm not alone in having an obsession with pizza dough. It's just so versatile and delicious! Plus, it's relatively easy to make if you have the right ingredients. One of those key components is yeast, which comes in a variety of forms for different applications. Yeast varieties range from instant dry yeast, active dry yeast, and fresh cake yeast – all with their own unique properties that affect the flavor and texture of your final product.

Instant dry yeast can be added directly to other ingredients without proofing or dissolving first; however, this type may produce a more sour-tasting dough than others. Active dry requires proofing before use but produces breads with a better structure and springiness than its instant counterpart. Finally, fresh cake yeast needs to be dissolved before using but gives off a milder flavor while also providing additional leavening power due to its higher moisture content. So when making pizza dough (or any other baked good) it’s important to consider what type of yeast works best depending on the desired outcome. The wrong choice could mean sacrificing some much needed rise time or even ruining the entire batch altogether!

Olive Oil

I love using olive oil when I'm making pizza dough. Not only does it add a delicious olive flavor to the dough, but there are also many health benefits associated with this cooking ingredient. Olive oil is high in monounsaturated fats and antioxidants that can help reduce inflammation, lower cholesterol, and protect against heart disease. Additionally, its smoke point of 210°C makes it an ideal choice for baking or frying food at higher temperatures. When selecting which type of olive oil you should use for your pizza dough, extra-virgin olive oil is always the best option due to its superior taste and quality. Extra-virgin olive oil has been cold-pressed from olives and contains fewer impurities than other types of olive oils such as light or pure. Plus, since it's unrefined, it retains more of the beneficial antioxidants and natural flavors found in olives. The robust taste and health benefits that come along with extra-virgin olive oil make it perfect addition to any homemade pizza dough recipe! And if you want to take things up a notch – try adding some fresh herbs like rosemary or thyme for added flavor.

Water

I'm a big fan of making pizza dough from scratch, and one of the most important ingredients is water. It's essential for both hydration level and dough consistency. The amount you use depends on what type of flour you're using - generally speaking, all-purpose or bread flour requires more liquid than whole wheat flour.

When it comes to choosing the right kind of water, I usually stick with filtered tap water because it has just the right balance of minerals that make a great crust. If your local water supply isn't ideal, though, bottled spring or distilled water can work as well. Just keep in mind that mineral content might vary from one bottle to another so be sure to adjust accordingly when adding other ingredients like salt and yeast. No matter which type of water you go with, be careful not to add too much - overhydrating the dough will result in an overly sticky texture and won't allow it to rise properly during baking. So remember: start slow and gradually increase until you get the perfect consistency!

Frequently Asked Questions

What Type Of Flour Should I Use? When making pizza dough, it's important to choose the right type of flour. For a gluten-free and fat-free option, you can't go wrong with almond or coconut flour. Almond flour gives your dough an earthy flavor that pairs well with olive oil, garlic, and herbs. Coconut flour creates a slightly sweet taste for those who prefer something sweeter. Both are excellent options if you're looking for a healthy twist on traditional pizza crusts. How Much Yeast Do I Need? When it comes to making pizza dough, you'll need yeast - but if you don't have any on hand, there are some great substitutes. For a classic crust that rises nicely, try using baking powder or baking soda instead of yeast; just keep in mind that the rising temperature should be adjusted accordingly.

As for how much yeast is necessary when you do use it, generally speaking two teaspoons for every cup of flour will suffice. How Long Do I Need To Let The Dough Rise? When it comes to the rising time for your pizza dough, you'll need to keep in mind how much yeast is used - more yeast will lead to less rising time. Generally speaking, you should let your dough rise at room temperature until it's doubled in size; this could take anywhere between 1-2 hours depending on the amount of yeast and other factors like ambient temperature. Once your dough has risen sufficiently, you're ready to shape and bake! Is It Better To Use Fresh Or Dried Yeast? If you're looking to make the perfect pizza dough, using fresh or dried yeast is an important factor. Fresh yeast gives your dough a lighter, fluffier texture and tends to rise more quickly than dry yeast when rising temperatures are optimal. That said, if you don’t have access to fresh yeast, there are plenty of viable substitutes out there such as active-dry yeasts, instant yeasts and even baking powder. Ultimately it comes down to what works best for you based on availability and preference! What Is The Best Way To Knead The Dough? Kneading pizza dough is an essential step in making the perfect pie. The best way to knead your dough is by using oil instead of flour on your hands and surfaces, as this will help keep the dough from sticking while you work with it. You can also add herbs or spices for extra flavor if desired! Gently stretch and fold the dough over itself repeatedly until it becomes smooth and elastic - about 5 minutes should do the trick. This process helps develop gluten structure that gives pizza its signature chewy texture.

Conclusion

Making pizza dough from scratch can be intimidating, but with these easy tips it doesn't have to be. I recommend using all-purpose flour for the best texture and flavor. Yeast is an essential ingredient in making pizza dough; fresh yeast will give you a better result than dried! To get the perfect consistency, knead your dough vigorously until it's smooth and elastic. Finally, let the dough rise for about two hours before forming your pizza crusts. With this knowledge under my belt, I'm confident that anyone can make delicious homemade pizza dough. It takes just a few simple steps and basic ingredients to create something truly special - so why not try it out tonight? Read the full article

[firstumcschenectady]

"Contagious” based on Isaiah 51:1-8, Luke 13:18-21 March 26, 2023

In 2001, in a grand adventure, I ended up in Fairbanks Alaska so I I could drive home with my brother home who'd had a summer internship with the National Wildlife Refuge. While in Fairbanks I was gifted with sourdough starter that I still use today.

Three years ago, a whole lot of other people got into sourdough starter, and I happily shared mine, but I didn't go with the craze because I've already been on it for quite a while. Except last week I came across an article about “high hydration” bread and I suddenly realized that the 2020 sourdough craze where all of my friends suddenly made prettier bread than I ever managed to wasn't because of my lack of artistic skills after all! Instead, the “no knead” breads are actually high-hydration breads which get mixed differently and a particular style of bread I'd always wanted and failed to make was suddenly in my grasp.

So.

On my day off last week I decided to try high-hydration sourdough bread, except I couldn't find the right recipe. The ones I found either required yeast (I think that's cheating) or bread flour (and I believe in a limited number of flour types in a home at any time). So, I just sort of made the same bread I always make, but with a different proportion of water. And then I waited.

The recipe with yeast said it would double in 90 minutes.

I started at 8AM.

At noon, I thought maybe it had fluffed, a little.

At 2 it looked the same.

At 4 I decided maybe I should refrigerate it for the night, and try again the next day – as recommended by another recipe I'd found. But I was doing something else so I didn't get up.

At 6, when I went to put it the fridge, voila, it had doubled!

Now, I love making bread, and it ALWAYS feels like magic when the bread rises, even with yeast, but more with sourdough. This time felt almost like the first time I'd ever made bread when I stared in wonder at what had happened. (My grandmother often used to look at me with affection and say that simple toys amused good children.)

Now, when Luke 13 says “it is like yeast that a woman took and mixed with three measures of flour until all of it was leavened,” I need you to know the “yeast” is actually sourdough starter. And sourdough starter in practicality is some partially made bread from last time, set aside for this time, from which a bit will be kept for next time. It really is just flour and water with wild yeast alive in it, that becomes concentrated by being fed with flour and water.

What I'm trying to say here is: IT IS SO COOL.

The flour and water that has invisibly hidden within it the wild yeast from the air all around us, is able to mix in with other flour and water, and the yeast grows and changes the whole batch – which can both make delicious bread and replicates itself for batches of the future too.

The yeast is, in one way of looking at it, contagious. Now, at this point of life most of us have some pretty negative connotations of the word “contagious,” right? In no small part because it is a word that reflects a POWERFUL reality, a way of changing things that can easily get out of control. Or, in the positive, it indicates the power of one small thing to bring enormous change.

The amount of sourdough starter within bread dough is almost negligible, but it changes everything. Mustard seeds are so small they can be hard to pick up... but the seeds grow huge and enable more life to come! (Also, the seeds when ground up have a potent, almost contagious flavor impact... just saying.)

I am so used to thinking about faith as active. We live out our faith. We nurture our faith. We nurture faith in each other. We work with God to build the kindom, and so on and so on and so on.

But in Luke, it doesn't sound like that. In Luke, the power of the kindom of God is potent, and contagious and unstoppable. Sure, the seed needs to find the right place to grow, but when it does … WOW, a bush so big its almost a tree! Sure, the bread needs to be fed and mixed and kneaded (or not?) and baked, but WOW, the bread does the rising on its own!

One of the weaknesses of living within the post-industrial revolution, scientific method, de-mystified, de-mythified world that we now occupy is losing track of those WOWs. It can feel like the work of building the kindom is on our shoulders, instead of being on God's shoulders where we have a chance to make our little contributions along the way. It can feel like we have control, when really we don't, and then it can feel like it is all meaningless when that isn't true either.

We can get lost figuring out how to understand God from the worldviews we occupy today. It is easy to do. (It happens to me rather a lot.)

For me, these kindom parables lighten the load a little bit. I can a plant a seed, but I can't make it grow. I can mix up bread dough, but I can't make that grow either. I can plant seeds of compassion, but I'm ALSO not responsible for making those grow. The contagion, the growth, the power of life within the world –that's not my work, it is God's!

And it is GOOD to have limits on my work!

On another grand adventure (you are hearing about more of those today that you should, proportionate to my life), I stood on the rim of of Bryce Canyon National Park and looked. At Bryce large columns of rock called hoodoos stand isolated, softer rock having been eroded away. On the top of those immense columns of rock, soaking up the sunlight, I found to my surprise – TREES.

How? How did the seeds get there? How did they get enough soil to grow? How did they withstand the wind?

HOW?

But also, thank God.

For me, those trees speak to the power and persistence of LIFE in this world. Life itself is contagious. How did those trees grow? Probably because other ones grew before them! And made soil, and the soil deepened, etc.

Because life brings life. Like yeast, and mustard seeds.

Because in the end, the power of life isn't ours, it is God's.

In Isaiah, we are reminded that God's power is bigger and longer lasting that even the earth itself. It is forever. God's love, and the power of life that God brings are eternal. God's work for justice and goodness (righteousness) will not end. It can't be stopped. It is contagious.

Friends, I have been in churches for my entire life (thanks Mom and Dad!) and for that entire time I've heard expressions of dismay at church decline. I've never known the church any other way, and I've never known the church not to be worried about it. It is, however, kind of a tiring story. One that doesn't seem to bring along a lot of life with it.

What if we put a little bit more trust in God? What if we trusted that God is at work bringing life into the world and partnering with individuals and groups who are working with God, and along with life comes love and compassion, justice and goodness, righteousness and hope? What if we let ourselves be bread dough, and let God work within us, and stopped worrying about how fast or how well we rise? What if we trust God is doing good work, and we don't have to control it? What if God's contagious power of life can't be stopped, and we couldn't even do it if we tried? What if all we have to do is hang tight and wait and see, and maybe have some joy along the way?

By the way, the bread was the best I've ever made.

Amen

Rev. Sara E. Baron  First United Methodist Church of Schenectady  603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305  Pronouns: she/her/hers  http://fumcschenectady.org/  https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady

March 26, 2023

[hauntedtayride]

Miss Taylor... What is this nail polish color? I ABSOLUTELY MOST DEFINITELY NEED IT. I see sparkles and I'm all 🤩  @taylorswift

[macabrecake]

cake, bby, love the sandwich fics with Leon but instead of re6 Leon, and in honor of the month of October - what about a smut blurb with re2 Leon and Dan! Vamp Leon?

that could be a wild time.

pls and thank you 💕

Oooh I'm with it! And hell yeah anything for spooky month! Which we're getting closer to the end of and that makes me extremely sad 😞

So let's go out with a smutty bloody bang 😈😈😈

Nsfw under the cut, Minors this the type of graveyard smash you're NOT invited to I'm sorry.

Halloween. A time where the air grows chilly as everyone gets spooky and festive. It's also a time where many people believe that dimensional veils grow thinner. So maybe that could be an excuse as to why, instead of ghosts and ghouls paying you and your fiancé Leon a visit, it's...

Leon.

To be honest, in a time where zombie outbreaks and grotesque monsters make an appearance every other week. You're not that surprised. You are however, absolutely in love all over again. You almost forgot just how young and baby faced Leon used to be all those years ago, so quick to excitement when you mentioned getting married to him. Not to mention how funny it was when the two layed eyes on each other.

"What happened? Did we dye our hair or is that natural?" Rookie couldn't help but ask while staring at his older self, still amazed by how far he made it and how much he matured. Was kind of proud of it even. While your lover stared at his past self with something akin to envy. As if silently wishing he had that innocence back. "Dyed it. We kinda went through a lot."

Oh if the rookie cop only knew just how loaded that sentence was.

Especially when it got to the point where the three of you wanted to have a little fun. Leon wanted to show his younger counterpart how to get you worked up, which lined up perfectly with rookie's need for a stress relief- which was more than well deserved given the shit he just went through in his timeline. Course you had no problems with this idea, it's a chance to love on not just one but two Leon's.

They both moved so smoothly with you. Rookie laying on the bed with your back to his chest while your Leon towered over the both of you, beautifully working in sync like they were sharing one mind in this moment. Kisses dotted your skin that had your pulse fluttering with excitement while their hands softly kneaded and caressed from your thighs all the way up to your breasts. Making you heat up like an oven and softly whimper, your clit already aching and dripping with need. Surprise surprise, not really, Leon's been good with his hands since the beginning.

It was going very well, until your fiancé let his vampiric abilities kick in. To which rookie very calmly and collectively-

Freaked the fuck out.

Shooting upright with a yelp and scurrying away from his older self with you in his hold until his back met the headboard. Obviously terrified but still determined to keep you away from the agent as he holds you closer to his chest and brings his knees up to literally shield you with his body. Your Leon keeps his distance, hands up in defense as to not spook the rookie anymore than he already is while you try and calm him down, "Darling I promise you he's ok, he's not gonna hurt anything." You reassure while gently cupping his face. Always helps Leon on days when things become too much for him, so maybe it'll work for his younger version too.

Eventually you're able to ease his nerves, but he doesn't take to the idea so smoothly. "That's what happens to me?... As if what I just went through in Raccoon City wasn't enough?" He asks, nothing but the utter sense of betrayal seeping into his words as he looks between you and his future counterpart. It's deeply heartbreaking. Luckily, your Leon is able to talk himself down. "Look, I know it isn't what we wanted or expected. But, believe it or not, we manage to make it work." At first, the bright blonde remains a little unconvinced until you place a kiss on his cheek, "I wouldn't have said 'yes' to marrying you if I didn't know whether I could handle it or not."

A fair point he'll admit. And after a little more coaxing from your fiancé to the rookie that he swears he won't harm you in anyway, eventually things start rolling again. Both Leon's get you worked up once more, enough for rookie to slide his cock into your hot, gummy walls. Pulling a shared moan from the two of you while older Leon hums around one of your perked nipples, his fingers massaging and kneading the other. He soon let's go of your breast with a soft pop before setting his blue eyed gaze on another pair of blue eyes. A smirk dons his lips as he whispers to his past version, "Watch this."

Rookie's brow slightly raises in confusion as he watches his older self slowly kiss down your body until he ends up between your legs. That's when his pleasured haze drops into heavy unease when those veins appear again. Watching blue eyes- his eyes become swallowed up by inky blackness as the agent's fangs sink into your inner thigh, squeezing you tight when he hears you softly gasp. The only reason he doesn't spring into action is because of your fingers carding through his hair with a whisper, "It's ok." Still, the 21 year old can't help but cringe when your blood seeps past his future self's lips. He's seen enough blood in one night that will last him a lifetime. Now he's gotta be around it for a lifetime. An eternity even.

He's about to shout at himself, tell him to stop and let go of you, only to be cut off when your pussy suddenly squeezes around him tighter while the sweetest moan falls from your lips. It has rookie burying his face in your neck with a small grunt just as his older counterpart's chuckle reaches his ears, "Keep going."

Don't have to tell him twice.

The blonde wastes no time in picking up his pace, sending your head falling back against his shoulder with a high pitched whimper at the feeling of him hitting all your spots so perfectly. You knew you were done for with rookie already, hearing his cute sounds he tries so hard to keep quiet as he fucks you deep. You already feel it, that heat rising in your lower belly, you're not gonna last. It's like your first time with him all over again. And it's still just as amazing. "Leon.~" You hear him softly hum into your ear while your Leon's blood stained lips come to claim your sex.

Your eyes fly open with a gasp to stare down at the brunette, and his sinister little smirk, as he lays a hefty lick to your little bundle of nerves before beginning to noisily slurp and suck with a low groan. It works like a charm, the vibrations mixing with younger Leon's needy thrusts send you into oblivion fast. Making you wail with ecstasy as your cum gushes around the rookie and into the vampire's mouth. It isn't long after your release that the 21 year old's hips suddenly stutter, his moan muffled by your skin as he spills his load into your slippery walls.

Older Leon can't stop the smile that forms, watching his younger self make a mess of you and the way your clit visibly pumps before crawling back up to steal a little kiss from you, much to your delight as you giggle and happily return it, before glancing to rookie. "Vampires aren't so bad now, huh?"

Rookie thinks on it for a moment before giving a small shrug as he snuggles up to you more with a smile after you place a kiss to his cheek, "Still haven't determined yet." Unbeknownst to the newbie cop that that's what his older version was hoping he'd say as he lowly chuckles, "Fair enough."

And so, after making sure you were ok with it of course, the rest of the night is completely dedicated to the two Leon's lovingly holding you close between them as they push you to orgasm again, and again, and again. Older Leon snapping his hips against yours, stretching your walls around his cock while biting into your skin to drink his fill with a deep, sexy moan and sending that vampiric venom coursing through your veins that brings your euphoria to an all time high with a cry of his name. Just as younger Leon helps by roughly playing with your clit, even sweeping your blood onto his fingers to act as lube, much to his future counterpart's glee. "There ya go rookie, now you're getting it."

Ok so maybe vampires aren't completely bad, so long as he's still able to treat you right. Make you feel this good when he and his future self take turns making you cum and fill you up with their hot seed, to the point it drips out of your spent hole to join the rest of your combined arousals puddling in the cotton sheets. Do the three of you care about that? Absolutely not.

Not when your tears fall from your eyes like rain, that both Leon's sweetly kiss away, as your words fall into gibberish. Rookie and his future self could make out some words- "Leon!~" and "so g-ood!~" but other than that it's safe to say they're practically fucking you silly. Not an issue, especially when you're sworn to receive the best aftercare later.

"Think you can give us one more, sweetheart?" Your Leon soon softly asks as he slows his thrusts down, wanting to make sure you're still enjoying this and that he's not hurting you. While his rookie version takes his fingers away from your swollen rosy pearl to give you a moment, letting his other hand sweetly stroke your thigh as they patiently wait for an answer from you.

You quietly pant as your eyes flutter open to see a pair of blue eyes, and another pair of dark ones that slowly shift back to their original sterling blue color, both staring at you past sweaty fringes. You give them a smile and a nod with a hum of confirmation. Both Leon's mirror your smile, laying their kisses to your cheeks, before your fiancé starts working his pace up again just as rookie cranes your leg back further to give his future self more room to thrust into you while his fingers glide back down to the spot between your legs that has you seeing stars. It isn't long before you're moaning again, such a pretty sound.

So pretty the blonde can't help but smile bigger as he kisses the trail of hickeys and love bites he and himself painted into your skin. The dried blood that stains you isn't much of an issue to him anymore, not when he sees how carefully his older self holds you when you finally come undone. Coating his fingers and his counterpart's lower abdomen in your slick as you give one last cry of his name and relax against him. Clearly exhausted but so blissfully content. Looking at you, Rookie sees now.

His future is actually very beautiful.