#bring back lemons/limes

[kgdanny02]

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Lime or lemon? Yes ;)

[dee-daa]

i think we should start using the citrus scale again

[gendervapor14]

constantly bamboozled that there are people out there who have good relationships with their parents and siblings. i guess i was chosen to have Bad Family™ so i could write better family-related angst

when life hands you lemons

[darlindandelion]

I am on my hands and knees BEGGING monster to bring back ultra watermelon, i dont know how much longer i can go drinking ultra strawberry dreams, i need the one that tastes like gum

[dreaminmetaphors]

Limes

Okay, you just crossed the line in a big way,

so now we're gonna have a little talk, you & me.

Don't think I haven't noticed how the world is changing.

Portland used to be a slate gray winter,

hazing a drizzle-cloud around rather than downpouring up on ya,

I didn't mind the rain; it's what I came here to plant myself in,

but now? It comes down 1-night-stand hard & heavy,

pounding it fast as if to get it over with.

Alternate winters bring weeks of bitter cold cloudlessness,

though I realize you're messing with my head on that one,

gradually warming up the threshold of what cold means.

Global Warming, I see what you're doing, and I don't like it,

but I'm willing to accept the future with you in my life--

As long as you do NOT mess with my limes.

See, I don't drink soda except when there's rum in it,

and where one little squeeze can make a good drink great,

juicy, chunky limes have straight-up rescued some miss-mixed messes.

Think how the lime's acidity pulls all the flavors of Pad Thai into a choral harmony.

I love my limes. After I've got my squeezing out, I'm not done.

I'll eat every bit of that tart, sticky flesh.

I accept the pucker-face.

LIVE that pucker-face like breathing through a yoga position...

So. Time for the reckoning:

Polar bears? Yeah, our bad.

& that ice cap slowly gliding off Antarctica.

(Ozone almost patched, too.)

There's probably other stuff I should be worried about, yeah?

Funny thing is, I don't mind an explosion of tornadoes ripping up Arkansas every April.

Nobody else is volunteering to pry guns from their shit-stupid redneck fat-fingers.

After Stand Your Ground, kids playing Hunger Games,

& don't think I forgot those butterfly ballots,

another Category 5 hurricane, or fuck it, show us what a Category 6 is

could be the best thing to happen to Florida.

Rest of America would taste that rainbow.

Yeah, I realize I'm sacrificing Key Lime Pie, but that's mostly marketing.

The majority of limes come from Mexico, where they're experiencing more droughts in the growing area...

So let's deal. You can pimp slap the American South

like you were the reincarnation of General Sherman.

They deserve it. Again.

I'll even throw in Manhattan:

drown those coke-snorting Wall Street rats in the subway tunnels.

But do not Do Not destroy my limes.

Do you realize how hard it is to replicate lime with artificial flavoring?

Unlike strawberry, so easy to forge that only the freshest real deals make the fakes offensive,

No one really does it. Lime runts are chalky.

Skittles gave up and switched in green apple when they couldn't get the lime right.

You can barely catch the tart shock of how a lime feels even standing in the lime light!

So I will do whatever I need to.

Even if I have to travel to a now-defrosting Northern Canada,

Buy up soon-to-be-sunny beachfront property,

plant my own lime trees all across my acres,

I'll do that while the rest of a stupid humanity is dying out like dinosaurs.

When you're all out of fossil fuel fools feeding your feedback loops,

whose pollution are you gonna use?

You gonna come crawling back like spring?

Or be falling at my feet like autumn leaves, all at once these days,

in between the two remaining seasons?

I've been cutting out red meat. I don't even drive a car. I will give you NOTHING.

Global warming, this is a warning: I will have my limes.

I WILL HAVE MY LIMES!

Do Not FUCK with my LIMES!!!

[pathologicalreid]

hi!!! totally up to you if you want to write it (it maybe too self indulgent ahhhhh). but i was think of bau!reader (or bau!adjacent) who has known spencer for forever and has watched him "glow up"/become more confident and is now dating him, but is now more self-conscious that he will realize that he is totally out of her league since women are now hitting on him all the time and he is able to basically flip men in the field. something like that if you get the vibe? just a girlfriend who is worried her boyfriend will outgrow her and is scared they'll breakup. feel free to ignore! love your work sm!!!

a league of your own | S.R.

as your boyfriend seemingly evolves, you grow increasingly aware of the feeling of being left behind

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: flangst (heavy on the fluff, more like internalized angst) content warnings: in a bar but neither spencer nor reader are drinking, follows the events of 14x12 "hamelin", discusses the pronunciation of asmr word count: 1.4k a/n: self conscious reader is so important to me. this is for everyone who has a hard time naming their feelings. thank you for requesting!!

“He flipped him over the table?” You asked, raising your eyebrows as you looked up at Tara, who was talking about your boyfriend’s maneuvering of Arthur Brodie in the field. In passing, you had heard about the mark left on the suspect’s forehead, but you hadn’t heard the story of how he had gotten it – until now.

Bringing her cup to her lips, Tara nodded at you, her expression clarifying that it was as impressive as it sounded. You sighed at the newest addition to Spencer’s ever-evolving personality, it was hard not to think of them as grievances against you, but that’s what it felt like.

You looked over your shoulder to the bar, trying to scope out where he had disappeared to before you spotted a familiar mess of brown curls. From where you were standing, you could see him holding two drinks in his hands, but it wasn’t until he shifted his stance that you saw the girl that he was speaking with. “And that’s three,” Luke observed, shaking his head in disbelief as he watched the same scene as you.

Emily asked what he was talking about, but you tuned them out as you watched the interaction. You already knew this was the third woman to hit on him since the team entered the bar thirty minutes ago.

There was no mistaking it, your boyfriend was easy on the eyes, and you weren’t naïve enough to try to deny that fact. Still, you were having a hard time adjusting to seeing him garner exponentially more attention from people at the bar. “You better go get your man, or she might steal him away from you,” Luke taunted, nodding his head in the direction of the bar.

“What?” Your head snapped back in the direction of the bar, eyes wide as you peered across the bar where Spencer was talking animatedly to the blonde in front of him before he looked behind himself and gestured to you, prompting you to wave timidly at the both of them.

The girl sneered in your direction before spinning on her heel and trudging away, freeing your boyfriend to return to you at the table. “They didn’t have any limes, so they put a lemon in your Shirley Temple,” Spencer said apologetically, dropping a kiss on the part of your hair as he set the glass in front of you.

Shaking your head, you smiled up at him, “That’s fine, thank you.” You told him, placing your hand on the glass and spinning it to better access the straw.

If he noticed anything odd, he didn’t comment on it, instead deciding to contribute to Tara and Rossi’s conversation on ASMR.

As the team continued to chat around you, you just continued spinning your glass on the oak table, becoming more and more conscious of the way your thighs stuck to the leather booth. Your eyes only flicked up when you noticed people staring at you, “What?” You asked, heart racing as you had been caught daydreaming.

The five remaining members of your team at the table were all looking at you with similar curious looks, “Rossi’s headed out. He was just saying goodbye,” Penelope said, reaching across the table and awkwardly patting your hand.

“Oh,” you responded meekly, “Have a good night. Tell Krystall I said hi.” You shifted in your seat, the sound of your legs unsticking from the seat seemingly amplified tenfold in your self-conscious state.

As Dave made his way out, Spencer gestured for you to move over so he could sit next to you. Tara got up to get in line for the restroom and Luke and Garcia weaseled their way into one of their patented bickering matches, you nearly jumped when you felt Spencer’s hand settle on your thigh. “Alright,” he muttered, turning his head to you, “What’s up with you tonight?”

Frowning, you looked up at Spencer, brown eyes studying your face as he hunted for even the slightest hint of what had gotten into you. The only problem was you didn’t have a name for it yourself. It could be perceived as jealousy, but you weren’t concerned with anyone actually taking Spencer’s attention away from you, you were just feeling feelings. Unnamable feelings.

You brought your glass closer to you, the condensation being a welcome relief on your warm skin, pinching the straw as you took a sip of your drink. “Nothing’s up,” you said, stirring the lemon wedge around in your glass.

“Are you sure? You look flushed,” he said, pursing his lips thoughtfully before he gently pushed his water in your direction.

Brushing off his concern, you turned your attention to watching Luke and Garcia in an animated discussion on how to pronounce ASMR – Penelope insisted she was right, and Luke didn’t necessarily care either way. You only moved your gaze when the blonde from earlier passed by again, dragging her palm over Spencer’s shoulder, causing him to lean into you.

Flustered, you took a long sip of your drink before setting it back down, “Can we go?” You asked Spencer, pressing your lips together in a thin line as you looked at him expectantly.

As he began to put puzzle pieces together, he nodded, standing up and gathering your glasses to set them on the bar. You said your goodbyes before leading the way out and flipping Luke off as he called out something about protection, something that would have previously left Spencer embarrassed and stammering, but now made him chuckle as he held the door open for you.

Part of you was grateful for this sort of evolution in Spencer, he was, after all, more confident in every aspect of his life. Now waiting for the metro, you looked at him, longer hair, his work shirt unbuttoned at the top and pushed up to his elbows. The light breeze in the tunnel moved his hair as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, “Are you alright, love?”

Your shoulders drooped helplessly at the pet name, “You shoved a guy on a table?”

His face fell, “Is that what this is about? Me using force against a suspect?”

Quickly, you shook your head, “No, no. He pushed Tara, it’s not that at all,” you scrambled to reassure him, knowing he was afraid that his time in federal prison had made him a violent person. “It’s just… you shoved a guy onto a picnic table and you’re getting hit on by people in bars and you’re dressing differently and I’m just… me.” You hold your hands out as if you’re on display, looking down at the sundress you had thrown on and the sneakers you wore for comfort instead of style.

“Are you jealous that I’m getting attention from other people?” He asked, “Because I’ve never encouraged anyone.” That was true, last week a deputy sheriff had made a move on your boyfriend, and the only thing he had gotten in return was an earful on how you had made the deduction that eventually solved the case.

Bowing your head, you regretted ever saying anything in the first place, “No,” you groaned, “What’s that term for someone who can’t name their emotions? That’s me. Right now. At this moment.”

Spencer chuckled at your frustration, “It’s called alexithymia, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I’ve watched you change in front of my very own eyes in the last year, and I guess I’m just feeling left behind,” you admitted. “You’re a changed person and there’s nothing different about me.”

He tilted his head to the side curiously, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” you said desperately, hoping to get to the bottom of your conflicting emotions.

“Did you love me before?”

You froze, looking up at him, “Of course.”

He raised his eyebrows, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “And you love me now?”

Nodding, you stepped closer to him, “Very much so.”

“Then there’s nothing else I could possibly ask of you,” he told you, smiling as you blushed. “You don’t need to change in time with me, and – since we’re being honest – I’ve always felt like I’m the one lagging behind you. So, maybe I’ve just been playing catch-up.”

You frowned, moving even closer to him as the platform grew crowded, “Well, now I feel ridiculous.”

“Not ridiculous,” he murmured, “Just human,” Spencer amended.

[drefear]

i saw u needed some idea and lemme just say: ex's dad!miguel o'hara

…oh fuck yes.

Tw: cheating, p in v, age gap,

He cheated. He fucking cheated with your roommate. And now here you were, standing in a long dress at his cousin’s wedding two months later. His cousin invited you because you two became close friends, but seeing him bring your old roommate, laughing with her in front of everyone while you didn’t even bring a plus one sucked.

You look up in the mirror as you tap some cold water on the back of your neck, nervous again after seeing him kiss her cheek and then make eye contact with you.

Most of the ceremony is a blur as you can barely focus on anything but keeping your breathing even. Once it’s over, you bee-line for the open bar and quickly down a shot of vodka before hissing at the burn and reaching for a lemon or lime, anything to help with the taste.

Your arm hits something hard and you feel the front of your dress become soaked as you glance to the side to see your ex boyfriend’s father looking down at where his Old Fashioned spilled on your torso. The syrup-sticky-feeling starts to sink in as you feel gross, groaning and imagining how you must look.

“Dios, I’m so sorry.” He apologized and sighs, “this is not the way I wanted to say hello.”

“It’s ok.” You nod and sigh. “I think the bridal suite has a shower in the bathroom.”

“Let me try to clean the dress while you rinse off, yeah?” He asks and you agree, walking together in silence to the bridal suite. As he opens the door for you, he speaks. “I’m sorry about what happened with my son. He’s young, can’t hold onto the good things in his life right now.”

“Sounds like you want to get us back together.” You chuckle, though it feels dry in your throat. “Mr. O’Hara, it’s ok. It wasn’t meant to be.” You deadpan and he gives you an apologetic look, almost pity.

You head into the bathroom and as you begin to shut the door, a hand catches the knob and pushes it open once more. “Do you need help with the zipper?” His voice gets lower as he asks and you turn to see him coming closer, not even fully answering before he forces you around to look in the mirror and starts unzipping the dress. His breath is hot in your ear as he whispers, “my son doesn’t know how to keep a sexy, smart woman.” His words make you shiver as his fingers trance symbols on your back and down to your thong. “Tell me when to stop.”

“Don’t stop.” You reply and he smirks in the mirror at you, watching your eyes flutter closed as he dips his hands into the front of your underwear and rub small circles around your clit.

“Let me taste this pussy, cariño. Wanted to since the first day he brought you home.” He mumbles into your hair and lifts you effortlessly to sit on the edge of the sink, spreading your legs and putting your knees on his shoulders as he groans at the sight of your already wet pussy. “God damn, you even smell good.”

With that, his tongue licks a stripe over your pussy, pushing your thong to the side and flicking his tongue between your folds. Your moan and lean backwards against the mirror as he grinds his nose into your clit, your legs jolting from the sudden feeling. “Good girl, let out those sounds… let me hear you moan, so sweet for me…” his comments make you thrust into his face and make him laugh deeply, then beginning to push his tongue in and out of you at a faster pace.

“Cum on my face.” He instructs you and you oblige, shaking and almost screaming from pleasure. “Good girl.”

It wasn’t your wedding night, but you still celebrated.

[sems-diarie]

cottage boy!eren chops the wood and lights the fire for you and he to keep warm at night. he huddles you close to him while you sleep. the first time he wraps his arm around your waist and gently flushes against you, your face burns the entire night.

cottage boy!eren is so strong. he doesn’t just chop the wood; he lifts the tree roots to bring ‘em closer. he lifts you at the waist, unprompted, and laughs when your fingers nearly tear into his cotton shirt to keep a hood of him.

cottage boy!eren plays chase with you in the woods. you love the rush of wind in your hair, through your clothes—and eren loves being it.

cottage boy!eren is such an affectionate drunk. he splits a bottle with you and his reservations dwindle to near nothing. his hands caress your ankles, as they rest over his lap. his cheeks tint real rosy, a man-eating grin slapped over his face. he thumbs at your arms, your shoulders—sweetly strumming your body, and barely even aware of it.

cottage boy!eren is such a handyman. fixes pipes, cleans with you, cooks with you. builds your kitchen from scratch and paints it all in your favorite colors.

cottage boy!eren is a bleeding heart. openly stares (gawks) at you, kisses your fingers, your wrists, your palms. he finds his hands are almost as expressive as his mouth is. but boy, the way he speaks—soft and low, it swirls in your tummy.

cottageboy!eren with hearts swirling in his eyes, follows your swift little steps around the room as you look for the book you’d been reading. you’d sat it next to him just a second ago. he promises to hand it back if you tell him what it’s about.

cottage boy!eren doesn’t even realize how alone the two of you really are until you mention it for the third time, on your third day away. and then he becomes insufferable, a menace unto himself and you. he enjoys basking in the sunlight of your attention, is warm with your laugh spreading across his ears.

cottageboy!eren picking flowers for you, brings em home to set the table with for dinner. you help him plant some lemon and lime trees, help him plant tomatoes and keep it all watered.

cottage boy ‘ren loves the fields, the animals. you cross a few deer every now and then. the look on your face each time makes his heart stutter.

sharing a bath with your cottage boy, his big body pressed tight between your hips. <3

[strangerstilinski]

can you pretty please do [intimidation] with eddie

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[INTIMIDATION] sender, in an effort to frighten the receiver by invading their personal space, sits in their lap to try and inspire discomfort or fear in them.

cw: alcohol consumption, fem!reader, sort of enemies -> lovers (but actually idiots -> lovers), 2.4k

dividers by @strangergraphics

You're blocking the doorway into the Harrington kitchen, shoulder leaned against the wood panelling where you have a good view into the living room. Your unimpressed glare is drawn from the figure currently hogging the sofa when someone bumps into you just as you're bringing the plastic cup in your hand to your lips.

"Jesus, fucking watch it-" The outrage in your tone fades quick when you see who's run into you.

"Sorry." Jonathan grimaces as he watches you wipe a bit of juice and vodka from your chin.

"No, it's fine," You sigh and turn on your heel, following Jonathan into the kitchen as he begins to grab things to make himself a drink, though it appears to be far more lemon-lime soda and grenadine than anything else. "Sorry, I just.. I dunno, sorry." You shrug before gulping down another mouthful of your own admittedly strong drink. You're kind of hoping that once your buzz kicks in you'll feel just a little less like there's a storm cloud floating right above your head.

"What is with you, tonight?" Jonathan asks with an overly cautious smile, "I haven't seen Munson bug you even once, so it's gotta be somethin' else-"

"Nothing," You huff, a little defensive at just the mention of the other boy, "I'm fine."

"Oh yeah, totally," Jonathan chuckles and raises his newly acquired drink in a salute, "You're like a ray of sunshine tonight."

It's annoying as hell, but he's right. You're fuming and Eddie has yet to even speak to you. He's been avoiding you like the plague from the moment you walked through the door, as if Eddie could somehow sense that you were already in a mood, and he didn't feel like getting told off for being the reason that you finally snapped.

Because normally, Eddie would've found at least seven ways he could irritate you by now. He'd have finished the last of the juice he saw you eyeing for your next mixed drink and laughed maniacally when you pouted about it. He'd have pestered you about whether you might want to join in on another campaign, all while making a handful of little comments about just how easy it'll be for him to decimate your character when you do. He'd have watched you shiver while you passed a joint back and forth by the pool, and then draped his stupid jacket around your shoulders just so he could roll his eyes and give you shit about not dressing warmly enough.

Eddie was infuriating — And the worst part was that he knew it. The asshole thrived on pushing buttons and testing people's limits, but tonight evidently he'd been able to tell that you were already toeing dangerously close to yours and had steered clear altogether.

You peer back out into the living room now, narrowed eyes zeroing back in on the figure sprawled across the entire length of the loveseat, socked feet kicked up on the opposite cushion where someone else could be sitting if he weren't such a selfish prick.

"God, what an asshole." You grumble, downing the last of your drink and grabbing the nearest bottle to begin mixing another. "I mean, look at him, seriously. Does he have to take up the whole couch?"

Jonathan's gaze follows the path your own had taken moments before, and he snorts in amusement, "Eddie."

It's not a question, but you answer him as if it had been.

"Yes, Eddie." Another quick glance up into the living room has your eyes locking with the man in question just as his name falls from your lips.

Eddie's eyes go wide, his cheeks dimpling with his sudden grin. He jabs his index finger into his chest, lips moving silently around the words, "Who? Me?"

"Uh-huh.. Why don't you go do something about it?" Jonathan teases.

Eddie's attention is pulled away when Gareth says something from his spot in an armchair. Whatever he says it gets Eddie riled up and he's immediately talking animatedly, hands gesturing wildly as he speaks.

"Maybe I will." You're already moving with purpose, halfway out of the kitchen when you hear your friend shout after you.

"I was joking!"

"Well I'm not!" You call back over your shoulder.

It's darker as you step into the living room, overhead lights off in favor of utilizing the warmer glow from the the lamp tucked away in the corner. You have to step over Eddie's discarded shoes at the foot of the sofa, and the boy very nearly knocks your drink out of your hand when you step in front of him, too distracted by his own tirade to have seen your approach.

But his head snaps up toward you as your thigh brushes his arm. Whatever he's been saying, the words cut off abruptly at the realization of who it is standing beside him.

"Well hey there, princess." He shoots you a toothy grin — You assume it's meant to be charming, but it only irritates you further. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

You ignore Eddie in favor of casting a small smile of apology toward Gareth, "Sorry to interrupt."

"Nah, no worrie-"

"No, no! You didn't interrupt. We were done." Eddie cuts his friend off, "Gareth was just telling me he was gonna go take a piss, actually."

Gareth splutters for a moment, but when his eyes shift from you to Eddie he's suddenly rising from his chair. You watch Gareth shake his head as he steps around you before he stalks off without a word.

"What was that about?" You can't help but ask in curiosity.

"Beats me. Really had to piss, I guess." Eddie says quickly, sitting up a little straighter against the arm of the couch. He throws an arm out to gesture to Gareth's recently vacated chair, "Did you wanna-"

Rather than taking advantage of the empty seat, you plop yourself across Eddie's thighs unceremoniously, feeling oddly satisfied by the huff of surprise that escapes him when your weight is suddenly in his lap.

The way the warmth of his body seeps into your own is near immediate, even through two layers of denim. Your arm presses into his chest as you lean back into the cushion of the sofa, trying and failing to remain unaffected by his proximity. He smells infuriatingly good this close, clean and masculine with just a lingering hint of the weed he'd smoked earlier in the night. It makes your stomach flutter wildly, makes your head swim for half a second before you're lifting your cup to your mouth in an effort to compose yourself.

Eddie huffs softly and his breath fans out over your exposed shoulder, warm and smelling faintly of cheap beer and menthols. Goosebumps prickle along the length of your arm, hairs standing on end suddenly. You wish you could convince yourself that your body's reaction were one of repulsion, but deep down you know that its something far, far worse than that.

"You.. You're just gonna.. sit.. here?" Eddie asks, voice a little wobbly, unsure.

His knuckles brush your thigh, likely an accident, but one sidelong glare has his hand retreating to the relative safety of the couch cushion in a flash.

"Yep."

You can see outside to the patio from your position, and you focus your attention to the group sitting with their feet in the pool. The sheer amount of effort it takes to keep your eyes trained there, rather than allowing them to drift to where Eddie's hand twitches near your knee-

"Do- Did you want me to move my legs? Do you want-" He shifts underneath you like he's ready to pull his feet from the cushion at the other end, but you remain resolutely in place.

"Nope, I'm good."

You have absolutely no plans of moving any time soon. You'd remain seated right here in Eddie's lap until his bladder was ready to burst, until your weight made his legs fall asleep and tingle from lack of blood flow, until he was ready to grab you by your hips and force you into another seat.

He'd learn his lesson. The inconsiderate couch-hogging asshole.

"O..kay." Eddie says slowly, wiping his palm on the side of his own denim-clad hip, as if his hands might've gotten a little sweaty.

Were you making him warm? Good.

"So.." Eddie pauses. You catch a glimpse of his face scrunching in thought at the corners of your vision before he continues, "Any big plans for the weekend?"

With how close you're sat, Eddie is speaking almost directly into your ear. There's no need for him to raise his voice to be heard, and you find that the low rumble of it is nice, soothing almost. It curls around your ears and sends something warm shooting down your spine.

"Killing boys." You return dryly, eyes straining now in an effort to remain focussed on what's going on in the backyard.

Eddie snorts, body jolting underneath you with his amusement — And his almost-laughter absolutely does not make your chest flush with pride. You couldn't care less whether or not Eddie Munson finds you funny. As if.

"Oh, so nothing out of the ordinary for you then."

Eddie chuckles and the tip of his thumb finds its way to the place where your thigh presses into his. You can't tell if it's accidental or on purpose, but the gentle press of his finger maybe kind of makes your stomach flip pleasantly, so you allow it. Whatever.

You hum in agreement, "Yeah, well. There's almost always some boy who deserves it."

"I don't doubt it," Eddie murmurs with a wide grin, his head tipped sideways over the back of the couch, cheek nearly brushing your shoulder now, "Anyone I know currently at the top of your list, madame assassin?"

"There is this one asshole." You pause to take a sip of your drink, fighting off a grimace at the awful liquor to juice ratio. "He's loud. And irritating. Just loves getting on my last nerve-"

"Long hair?"

The interruption has your eyes rolling, "Yep. Walks around looking like some Van Halen wannabe."

"Oh, he sounds cool."

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice now.

"Well he's not." You return blankly. "He's always trying to get a rise outta me, acting like a total prick-"

"Hold on, hold on-" Eddie cuts you off again, "Now I'm not so sure we're on the same page. Thought I knew who you were talkin' about, but-"

"Oh, you know him." You grumble, sinking farther into the plush cushion on the back of the couch with your drink clutched to your chest. "You know him well, trust me."

Eddie shifts beneath you, angling both himself and you until he's taking up more of your line of sight than the patio doors. His big brown eyes bore into you until you crack and flick your gaze toward him.

"Here's the thing.." Eddie starts, the pad of his thumb stroking the seam on the outside of your knee. "Maybe this guy's just pushing your buttons because he likes when all of your attention is on him-"

The arm he has thrown over the back of the couch by your shoulder moves then, brushing your hair back from your temple only to backtrack and trail the pads of his fingers featherlight over the space between your brows.

"-Maybe.. Shit, I dunno, maybe he likes the way your eyebrows come together when you're angry-"

Your heart is beating so loud you can hear the blood pumping in your ears. The urge to fidget under his attention is strong, but you sit at still as possible in fear of breaking the spell. You have to strain to hear Eddie's next words over the dull whoosh of your heartbeat echoing in your skull.

"Maybe he thinks you look kinda devastatingly beautiful-"

"You-" And, fuck. Did your voice just crack? "You're trying to tell me you think this guy is, what? Being a dick because he likes me? Pulling my pigtails on the playground and shit?"

Eddie's grin is less cocky than you've ever seen it. His lips twitch at one side of his mouth. He almost looks nervous.

You take a deep breath as his fingers skim over your jaw on their way back toward your hair, where he pinches a small lock between two fingers and tugs twice, oh-so gentle.

"What if he was?" Eddie asks softly, "Being a dick because he likes you, I mean."

"I'd tell you he's an idiot." You manage, plastic cup crinkling under the increased pressure of your hand.

Eddie winces, but nods and averts his gaze. His arm falls to the back to the sofa again, close enough for you to feel the warmth of it beside your shoulder.

"But.." You have to swallow down a smile when Eddie's wide eyes snap right back to yours. "Maybe this idiot's attraction isn't totally one-sided. So, maybe he should stop being an asshole and try making a move."

Eddie blinks. Once, then twice. He squares his shoulders and leans in like he might kiss you, but then he backs off again and searches your eyes as if he's terrified he might be reading the entire situation wrong.

"Eddie." You whisper sharply, "The idiot is you, asshole."

"Oh, Jesus Christ, thank god."

And then his fingers are curled gently around the back of your neck. His hand is fully grasping your opposite thigh as he tries to drag you impossibly closer. His plush lips are pressing softly into your own, the taste of beer mixing with vodka and citrus.

It's a quick kiss, chaste. Your mouths only remain glued together for all of three seconds before he's leaning back just enough to watch you blink at him from beneath heavy lashes. You can't imagine how stupidly docile you look; brows pushed up your forehead, chest nearly heaving beneath your shirt, jaw slack, lips parted and waiting for more. It's pathetic how he's managed to turn you into this with just one G-Rated kiss.

The hand on the back of your neck moves to your face, fingertips tracing the smooth line of your brow before trailing back down to cup your cheek.

"Yeah.. Yeah, this is nice too." Eddie murmurs, "You're awful pretty when you're mad, but this.. This right here is somethin' else."

"You're so annoying." It comes out airy, absolutely no bite to your words.

"Oh, that's not changing, sweetheart. Matter of fact, I think it's a part of our spark. Gotta keep the fire burning, right? I'll keep annoying you, you'll keep getting angry-"

"Would you just shut up and kiss me again?"

Eddie grins, already leaning in, "Sure thing."

[dollfacefantasy]

you and satoru have this little morning tradition now that came about by total accident.

each day you wake to the sound of him showering. the sounds of the water rushing through the pipes and splattering against the tile pulls you out of bed and to your dresser. there, you freshen up and get dressed, going about your individual routine.

the last step places you at your vanity, powdering your skin and coating your lashes in mascara. you see him in the reflection in front of you strutting back into the room. you study his soft white hair that sits damp against his forehead, the small towel slung around his hips, the little beads of water trickling down his abs. the only thing you don't catch is the little smirk on his lips that arises from seeing your eyes linger on his v-line.

after a few moments, you pull your gaze away and return to your checklist of tasks. you reach forward to the chapstick collection that lines the space in front of your mirror. satoru had teased you for the overwhelming number of flavors when you first set it up upon moving in.

"cherry sorbet, lemon lime, banana cream pie," he'd read off while going through the small pastel tubes, "you got an entire gift basket in here."

today you grab one of them and pop the cap off. you twist the bottom to make the balmy cylinder pop out and apply it to your lips. it takes a few swivels to make sure you're fully coated.

when you've finished, you turn to find satoru standing next to you, waiting for this exact moment. he smiles at your sweet face, done up with your makeup, and then cups your jaw. bringing his head down, he meets you in a kiss. your soft lips press against his. you both melt into each other, savoring the warmth of each other's breaths and the silky feeling of his tongue brushing against your mouth.

this is the game.

a few moments later, he pulls away only a couple of inches. his thumb strokes your bottom lip while his shimmering eyes stare into yours. that smug smile graces his features.

"strawberry pound cake?" he guesses softly.

your eyes light up when you hear him guess the correct flavor on your lips. you nod with a tiny laugh before rewarding him with another peck.

"that's everyday this week i've been right," he teases, "think i deserve a special reward. maybe remind myself if any other parts of you are sweet as that chapstick."

"tonight. when you get home," you say.

"always making me wait," he smirks. but he obliges and kisses you once more, on your cheek this time, before walking away to finish getting himself ready.

[aerospectrum]

starter for @rpwiththelilflower

Dean focused on matter at hand, getting the lid on this guys to go cup of flat sprite and making sure he had a ride home from the bar-- a safe ride. He watched the guys friends collect him and turned his attention back to the girl at the far end of the counter still nursing a half full glass of water. "You know, I could doctor that up for you.. throw a few lemons in, a lime, hell even a cherry if it gets that sour look off your face." he teases, leaning forward on the bar counter. "What brings you in here, huh, bad breakup?"

[emmyrosee]

“How come you get to ride in the cart?” He says, a pout in his voice but a smirk curling at his lips. Your hip cocks up as your arms cross over your chest, more than willing to duke this out with him in the entrance of the store.

“Uh, because I’m adorable?” Your words only make his grin spread even more, he knows he’s supposed to make an argument against that but he can’t bring himself to; it’s true, you’re perfect in every trace of the word.

But who was he to go down without a fight?

“But baaaaabe,” he whines further, folding his torso into the cart. “I’m so sore from practice and ‘Samu hit me with the ball and I’ve been walking funny since, and I just want my perfect, stunning, and oh, so smart-“

“Oh my god, fine, just get in the cart!” You snort, the giggles bubbling from your lips. He merely grins victoriously before scrambling himself up and into the cart, other shoppers watching in annoyance and amusement as you watch his knees fold up to his chest.

“Comfy?” You snort, to which he nods over enthusiastically. You roll your eyes before folding yourself over the front of the cart to plant a kiss on his head.

“What do you even need, anyways?” He hums, his head turning back and forth in the superstore, sharp eyes glazing over the shelves. You lean on the handles of the cart, looking around and making a beeline straight to the snacks, giving him a dramatic sigh as you do so.

“Well,” you hum. “I know you wanted m&m’s and popcorn, but I also wanted to grab a few bags of Doritos and since the fuckface I decided to let spoon me at night ate the last of my cookies,” your eyes glare dead at him, only to be met with a wide, toothy grin. “I need to buy more.”

“The guy who spoons you at night sounds hot.”

“The guy who spoons me at night sounds like I’m going to smother him with a pillow.” With that, you two make your way to the snack aisle, your eyes glazing over the contents of the shelves hungrily. “You want any drinks or anything?”

“Nah, I’ll just take whatever you buy.”

You glare at him, “that’s kinda the reason we’re in here in the first place, you clown.”

He snorts at the nickname before hooking his chin over the side of the cart, his sharp eyes flicking over the colored bottles and cans. “Toss me a grape soda.”

“Grape?”

“Yeah.”

“Mid,” you scoff, grabbing him a can to put in the cart. He blinks unamused at you, but ultimately keeps his mouth shut while you make your choice.

“Oh, but my choice is mid,” he teases as you plop a can of lemon lime in his lap.

“This flavor has been worshipped all over the world- you just like the taste of cough medicine or something.”

“My mom only buys the bubblegum flavored cough medicine.”

“Feral.”

The little back and forth you share passes the time as you turn the cart to the chips and Candy, and without sparing a second, you grab the Doritos and toss them carelessly into the cart, smirking as you hear them crunch against his head and body.

“You know, I may annoy you, but I am still in the cart,” he says, shielding himself from another bag of chips that you swat in the cart. When he turns his head up to glare at you, he sees the goofy smile spread over your cheeks, and he’ll happily get beat up by your snacks if it meant he could see it forever.

It’s simple. It’s comfortable, annoying each other throughout the aisles and laughing when the other makes a stupid jab, but Rintaro knows that this is all he’s worked up for. A domesticity that had to be crafted carefully, and he’s honored that you decided to map it with your love.

It’s nothing all like he’d expected love to be like- and now, it’s love he’d never change for anything.

“Get your cookies and lets get the hell out of here.”

“Why? Afraid we’ll miss another episode that we’ve seen forty-eight thousand times?” You jeer, steering the cart to the back wall, where all the cookies are tucked away. He decides to say nothing, merely letting your own joke make you chuckle.

He says you're easy to sedate like that. Really, he does it because the way you get the last word makes you happy.

He watches your lips pull back into an almost relieved smile, grabbing the box of cookies and nodding happily, all before turning back to him in the cart.

“Now be careful,” you warn, clutching the sweet to your chest protectively. “Suna, I’m trusting you with the most precious cargo in the cart. Do not blow it.”

“God, no need to bring out the government name, just give me the damned cookies,” he scoffs, making grabby hands and rolling his eyes when you hesitate. “And for the record, I’m the most precious cargo in the cart. Don’t even start with me.”

“You’re like. Fifth, on the tier list.”

“I’m going to fart on your pillow. Give me the cookies.”

You do, with another small smirk. "You want anything else, baby?" You ask, though you proceed to the checkout.

"Nah, I think I'm good, booger."

You hum and steer him to the self checkout, letting you bag the snacks while he passes them to you, citing you both as the "dream team"- which briefly collapses when you refuse to take his card to pay for everything and chuckling as he scrambles for the wallet tucked in his back pocket.

"You're annoying," he grumbles at your lack of acceptance for his chivalry.

"And you're squishing my snacks- you trying to sleep on the couch?"

Regardless, you push him out of the store and into the night air, and even if he'd rather chew on glass than admit it, the way your face relaxes at the feeling of fresh air makes him melt, and he smiles dopily until you jerk the cart.

"Okay. Get out."

"Huh?"

For a moment, just a moment, it's possible that Suna Rintaro forgot he's in the cart.

"Get out. I'm not wheeling you home, babe."

He sends you a playful glare before using massive hands to grip the side of the cart for leverage. He tries to push back, but his legs can't extend much farther out.

At this point, you're just watching, one brow cocked in amusement and tongue licking the corner of your mouth victoriously. If you didn't look so hot, Rintaro would be furious.

“Babe?”

“What's up, player?"

There’s a silence between you both. You're the absolute worst in this situation by barely even acknowledging his struggle. his lanky frame, still in the wired shopping cart, looks so cramped, and maybe, just maybe, if one of the Gods loved him, they would smite him down from the face of the earth right now.

You smirk, “problems?"

"I'm gonna cheat on you with Kita-San."

"Like he'll he's gonna want you when you're stuck in a cart you begged to be in."

He gnaws at his lip in focus, trying to will his knees to unbuckle from their position and out of the cart.

But they refuse.

He whimpers in his throat while you point and finally cackle at him, loudly, rudely, being absolutely no help in this scenario, and he finally hides his face in his bent knees in embarrassment.

“I’m stuck in the cart.”

[callsign-joyride]

Slice of Your Pie - Robert "Bob" Floyd

Summary: Bob moves into your neighborhood and you bake him a pie as a welcome gift. He comes over to thank you for it, and doesn't end up leaving your house until morning.

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x f!reader

Content warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), fingering, grinding, unprotected p in v (reader is on birth control), fluff

The nieghborhood that you lived in was small enough that you always knew when someone was moving in. You were enjoying your coffee on your porch when you saw a few trucks pull into the recently sold house right nextdoor. A few people stepped out of the first car, and some good looking guys got out of the moving trucks. You tried to subtly watch as they unloaded things into the house before walking down your driveway to get the mail. As you were checking the stack for anything that might’ve been junk mail, someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey, I’m Bob. My friends are helping me move in, but I wanted to introduce myself before you went back inside,” he said. You smiled and introduced yourself, tucking the mail under one of your arms to shake his hand. You learned that he was in the Navy, and that he loved Star Wars. That fact made you smile, since your pajamas were currently a Princess Leia shirt and athletic shorts. 

“Hurry up, Bob! This couch isn’t gonna unload itself!” Someone yelled.

“That’s Coyote. I gotta go, but it was nice talking to you.”

“Wait, Bob, do you like pie? I can make you one if you want.”

“Sure! Key lime is my favorite.”

“That’s perfect. I have a lime tree in my backyard. Oh, and my lemon tree occasionally hangs over your property so feel free to pick a few lemons whenever.”

“Thanks! I have a really good lemonade recipe so I might have to take you up on that.”

You went back inside and looked at the recipe in your grandmother’s cookbook and realized that you didn’t have the right limes for the pie. Getting them was easy, though, it just took a trip to the grocery store. The good thing was that it was a Saturday, so you had the day off from running your family’s business. It was a bookstore and cafe, and all of the pastries came from your grandmother’s cookbook. There had been talks of turning it into a bar at night, but that was going to be a long process. 

Making the pie only took about forty minutes, but you had to let it cool in the fridge for at least a few hours. All of the moving trucks were gone, now replaced with a few cars in the driveway. You could hear laughter coming from the backyard, and it made you happy, because the last neighbors were close to the end of their lives and didn’t have guests over very often. 

You were able to drop the pie off at around 6, and Bob had mentioned that everyone was getting ready to eat and that it would be the perfect desert. He even invited you to join the cookout, but you had already ordered a pizza and the delivery driver was on their way. You exchanged numbers before you went back to your house so that you could keep talking. Once you had disappeared from ear shot, Fanboy started talking about how hot he thought you were. 

“Don’t make it weird. She probably has a boyfriend or something,” Bob said.

“I don’t think so. She spent her day making you a pie. A day that she could’ve spent with her boyfriend, might I add,” Phoenix said.

“But that’s the neighborly thing to do. Bring the new neighbor a pie or casserole. My mom always did it for our neighbors.”

“Most people aren’t working on Saturdays. I’m just saying that if I didn’t have to work and I had a boyfriend or girlfriend, I’d be spending my day with them. Anyway, let’s try this pie.”

Everyone had a slice of it after they finished with dinner. Even Hangman, who didn’t really like desert to begin with. Rooster thought it was so good that he kept coming back for seconds and thirds, soon passing out on Bob’s couch from all of the food that he ate. Bob waited for mostly everyone to leave before he texted you to see if you were still awake, since it was almost midnight. To his surprise, you responded that you were still awake, and you got too invested in your book so you lost track of time. He was at your door within five minutes, and you had a different set of pajamas on.

“Hey, I wanted to thank you for the pie that you made. My friends and I thought it was delicious.”

“You’re welcome! Would you like to come in for a drink? I was just about to pour myself another glass of wine.”

“Sure.”

Bob followed you inside and took his shoes off by the door. You poured him a glass of wine before sitting on the couch and using your phone to play soft music. As you got to know each other more, you discovered that you had a lot in common, and you were both single. The dim lighting of the living room, combined with the wine and music, made the sexual tension stronger. He told a bad joke, but you started laughing anyways. He used that as his moment to gently kiss you.

You were into it right away, pulling him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. He groaned into the kiss as he slipped his tongue in your mouth and you started grinding on his hard cock. He broke the kiss for a moment to take his shirt off, and you quickly followed. He put his hands on your tits as you continued to grind on his cock. 

“I’d love to continue this, but can we go to your bed? I’ve never really been a fan of having sex on a couch,” he said. You chuckled and grabbed his hand, leading him upstairs to your bedroom. He laid you on the bed, continuing to kiss you as he took your shorts and underwear off. He rubbed your clit and started to finger you while you were moaning and writhing underneath him.

“God, you’re so wet,” he said. 

“It’s all for you. Holy shit, it feels so good,” you moaned.

Once he figured out that you were ready enough for him, he took his shorts off and threw them by the bed. 

“I don’t have a-,”

“I have an IUD and I’m clean.”

“Okay. You ready?”

You nodded and felt him slowly push himself into you. You moaned in pleasure and pulled him down to kiss you as he started thrusting faster. You could tell that he was close as he started rubbing your clit so that you could both release at around the same time. The fire in your stomach was burning hotter until you finally released, and Bob quickly pulled out before releasing on your stomach. He rolled over and reached for the box of tissues that you kept by your bed before cleaning both of you up.

“Do you want to stay the night?” You asked. He chuckled and nodded his head, cuddling with you until both of you fell asleep. When you woke up the next morning from your alarm going off, Bob was still holding onto you.

“I have to be at work in an hour and a half,” you said.

“Oh, okay. Do you want me to make you something to eat or some coffee?”

“No, I usually have my breakfast at work. Thanks for the offer, though. Do you want to shower together?”

Bob nodded his head and followed you to the bathroom. The shower was intimate, but not sexual, something that you enjoyed.

With your bag over your shoulder, you stepped outside of the house and walked to your car.

“I really enjoyed last night. Maybe we could go out on an actual date next time, though,” you said. Bob started blushing, and he stammered out a “yes” while nodding his head. You chuckled and got into your car to go to work. The day went by quickly as you did multiple things around the little bookstore. Not very many customers came in, but it was a Sunday, so people were usually doing other things. You heard the bell of the door ring as someone walked in, so you finished putting copies of Frankenstein on the shelves before heading to the front of the store.

“Hi, can I help you with anything?” You asked as you walked to the register. Bob was standing there, smiling.

“I didn’t know that you worked here,” he said as he tried not to laugh.

“I own the place, it’s my family’s business.”

“Oh, nice. I guess I’ll have to come by more often, then.”

“Yeah, I guess you will.”

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🔞AfterParty | Arthur Hill

Severe Smut|Fluff

Summary: you were out in a bar in London with your friend Molly when a group of boys walk in all cheery, celebrating something big; the night moves on as one of the boys approaches you to buy you a drink.

The bar was lively, drinks were flowing and your hair was officially let down. You were dancing to "agora hills" by Doja cat with your friend Molly, your hips were swaying with the music as you felt the beats through your body. Taking a sip of your vodka lemon, you feel a breeze trickle up your spine as the bar door opens. A group of boys, making their appearance known with the loud laughs they were letting out; cheery you could say they were. "Oo he's cute" Molly says pointing to a tall dark haired boy, as you turn around you catch a glimpse, you let out a soft laugh "he is, but his friend is my type for sure" you giggle as you gesture towards an also brow haired boy dressed in a green sweater, as you turn away to not let on you were eyeing them up.

"I need a drink do you want another?" Molly says, pointing to your cup "yeah sure, vodka lime" you say as she nods, walking over to the bar. You slip your phone out of your bag as you check your socials whilst waiting for Molly to return, the group of boys walk past you and the whiff of aftershave lingers up your nose as you look up, catching eyes with the boy you first saw on appearance, he looks at you with a soft smile as you smile back at him. Molly returns with the drinks as you decide to grab a table "he just smiled at me" you say to Molly "who? The boy you eyed up?" She looks at your curious "yeah, he's really handsome" you reply taking a sip of your drink, she laughs as she nods "his friend is too" she replies with a grin on her face.

You get up from the table after sipping your drinks, Pony by Ginuwine started playing and you felt the alcohol buzz through you, you had the urge to dance. "would you do me the honour of dancing with me" you say jokingly crept down slightly as you gesture to Molly, she laughs "to this? You're kidding" she replies as you shuffle over to the dance floor, ruffling your hair as you "slut drop" making her laugh "I'll dance myself then" you say, giggling as you feel your confidence soar feeling the beat through your body you let loose, dancing like nobody was watching; except someone was.

Molly grabs her phone as she starts to record you, you laugh as your put your back into it "throwing it back" as you send a wink to her camera, your dress inches off flashing the whole club you giggle as you walk back to the table "y/n, that boy was fully mesmerised by you just then" she says pointing "who?" You say "that boy you said was handsome" she says pointing as he waved at you, she waves back to him "no way" you say as you flip your head back to face her "omg he's walking over act natural" she says as your eyes widen "shit" you say with a big gulp as you turn round to face him.

"Hey" he says "hi, you okay?" You reply "I am, yourself?" He says with a smile "yeah I'm good thanks" you smile back "I'm Arthur" he says with a soft smile "I'm y/n" you say back "so, erm, I was wondering if I could buy you a drink?" He says as Molly squeals a little from the edge of her seat "sure, why not" you say as he holds out his hand, you notice his friend walking over behind Arthur "this is George" Arthur says as he waves towards you "hi George, I'm y/n, this is Molly" you say pointing backwards as she sends a soft smile towards him "hi Molly, Hi y/n" he says "we're going to the bar, you want anything?" Arthur asks George "just a pint please mate, would you like anything Molly?" George asks, cocking his head slightly "just a vodka lime if that's okay?" She says with a smile "got it, be back soon" Arthur says as you walk with him to the bar, George smiles as he walks over to sit with Molly, waiting for your return.

"So what brings you to the bar Arthur?" You ask him with a soft smile as he orders the drinks "oh we're sort of celebrating something atm, this is normally the place we come to last to end the night" he says "you?" He adds "just a girls night, a bit of time to let out hair down you know?" You say "what are you celebrating?" You add "I've just finished a tour of the uk, I'm a singer" he says as he taps his card on the card machine "that sounds amazing!" You reply "yeah it really was, the atmosphere was something I've never experienced" he said with a chuckle, Molly and George catch your eye as they're sat giggling, wondering what made Molly laugh so hard she was nearly falling off her seat. The bartender hands you the drinks as you help him carry them back over, clutching your and mollys drink.

"Thankyou" you say setting them down "yeah thanks for this" Molly replies as you all engage in conversation, talking about everything and everything, the night soon started to catch up on you all as the bar was closing "home time I guess" you say with a sigh, getting up to leave "come back to our flat if you want? We can have a few more drinks, only if you want to though no pressure" George says, Molly looks at you as if to urge you to say yes, she was eager to keep talking to George "why not" you say with a smile as you all get up to leave. Molly and George trail front as you and Arthur fall back, his hand slowly slipping round you waist to support you "just thought I'd let you know, your dancing is quite hot" he whispers "you think?" You say with a smirk "oh definitely" he says with a grin as you lower your head with a slight giggle creeping out.

You arrive at their flat, placing your heels next to the door you place your bag on the kitchen counter "so what would you both like to drink?" Arthur's asks "surprise us" you say with a smile, Molly and George fully engrossed in eachother at this point you shake your head in amusement. Arthur passes you both a cocktail can out the fridge "thanks Arthur" you say with a smile as Molly also thanks him, not even 10 minutes after being at the flat "just gonna show Molly my room" George says with a smile "sure you are buddy" Arthur says laughing as you send Molly a wink, letting them trail off "guess that just leaves us" you say with a giggle "I guess it does" Arthur says as he nurses his beer

"Do you go out in London often" Arthur asks taking a sip of his beer "sometimes, but this is the first weekend me and Molly have properly had a weekend to ourselves so we decided a night out was on the cards" you chuckle "you?" You add "most Saturdays, just a get together with the lads really" he says with a smile "ah I see" you reply "I can't believe used the room tour excuse" Arthur says shaking his head "it was quite funny" you say laughing "maybe I'll get a room tour too?" You say with a smirk, sliding your hand onto his thigh, menace in your eyes as Arthur's lip curls "absolutely" he says with a smirk as you lean in, your lips locks as your tongues collide, Arthur slides his hand around your waist with a tense grip. As you both pull away, Arthur stands up and offers his hand as you take it, sliding off the sofa. He leads you to his room, as your breath hitches, the alcohol making your confidence spike, you close the door behind you as he stands to admire you "you're gorgeous by the way" he says with a smile "and you're very handsome" you reply, biting your lip as you walk back over to him, placing a hand on his chest "I want you to ruin me" you whisper in his ear, you feel his heart beat quicken under your hand, his eyes light up with desire as you lock lips again, this time more passionate.

The pace quickens as Arthur's hand trail up your dress, cupping your ass cheeks as your hands trail to his trouser belt. Slipping your fingers through the buckle you release him of it, pulling his zip down. His hands tighten around your waist spinning your around, as you giggle in excitement, fumbling onto the bed as he stares down at you for a while "fuck you're so pretty" he says biting his lip as you kneel on your elbows, the strap on your dress slowly falling down as Arthur's eyes darken, the urgency was clear as you slip your fingers into the band of your thong, slipping it down to your ankles. Arthur's eyes glisten watching you like you had him under your spell, mesmerised just like he was in the bar "fuck me arthur" you smirk "fuck" he replies hovering over you as he lowers his trousers, you slip your fingers into the waistband of his boxers as you slip them down, his dick hitting his stomach as you bite your lip, you decide to take control. Moving onto your knees you form a ball of spit into your mouth, your eyes glistening in the room light you spit onto his tip as you tease it, Arthur jolts his head back at your touch, he forms your hair into a ponytail as you take him fully in your mouth, keeping eye contact with him as you show off your no gag reflex, letting him hit the back of your throat with ease "oh fuck me" he whines, fully allowing himself to be taken over by you, you feel him twitch with every move, his eyes rolling to the back of his head "fuck I'm close" he moans, you pick up the pace as you listen to his body, his grip tightens on your hair as he reaches his climax, filling your mouth. You once again, keep eye contact with him as you swallow, wiping your mouth "you're fucking amazing" he says panting as you fall back to your elbows "I know" you say with a smirk. Arthur wastes no time in reciprocating the pleasure as he throws your legs over his shoulders, teasing your entrance as you bite your lip.

He places one of his thumbs on your core as he moves in figure 8 motions as you head slams back, letting out a groan, he continues as he slips inside of you, causing your eyes to widen "oh fuck" your head jolts back as you adjust to him, Arthur's face covered with amusement watching you crumble underneath him "fuck you're so wet" he groans as he thrusts into you, moving his hands to grip onto your thighs, the alcohol pulses over you and a rush of adrenaline causes you to delv into deeper territory "choke me Arthur" you say, his eyes widen, even you weren't expecting yourself to say that "oh fuck, you really are something else" he says as he gives into your request, his rings glistening in the light as he wraps his hand around your neck, the mental from his rings creating a bigger rush of pleasure, his thumb pressing over the middle of your throat applying the right pressure as his pace quickens, you can feel yourself tightening around him as he notices "I'm so close" you whine, as you crumble under his touch, Arthur tightens his grip around your neck, sending the right amount of endorphins through your body as you give way "oh fuck, Arthur" you moan as you reach your climax, Arthur pants as beads of sweat drip from his head as he pulls out "fuck that was amazing" he says flopping next to you "yeah, you could say that again" you say laughing as you turn to face him taking in the view of his pretty face as you place a kiss on his lips, a soft gentle one this time. Even though this was a random hookup, you felt like this might progress to something more, you look up to grab your phone as you see a text from Molly "see you in the morning, also you're too loud! Night x" you shake your head "what're you laughing at?" Arthur says "Molly says I'm too loud" you giggle as he does too "oops" he says "are you staying?" He says "if you want me to" you say with a soft smile "I'd love nothing more" he says as he rubs a thumb up your cheek. What an ending to the night.

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[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

are you tired of prepping for shavuot and feel like you don't have enough time to cool all these dairy foods? here's a recipe for sutlach, a turkish sephardic rice-and-milk pudding that is super easy to make.

note: you can eyeball this as long as the milk to rice flour ratio is the same. id recommend at least measuring those

ingredients:

1/4 cup rice flour

1/4 cup cane sugar

4 cups milk

dash of vanilla

zested lemon, lime, or orange (1 lemon, 2 limes, or 1/2 an orange)

zest your citrus and put it to the side

in a saucepan mix the rice flour, sugar, and 1/4 cup of the milk til dissolved

add the rest of the milk and bring to a boil on medium low heat as you stir continuously so it doesn't burn. once it sticks to the back of a spoon its thick enough. if it doesn't thicken up add about a teaspoon of rice flour

stir in the citrus and the vanilla

scoop into heat safe cups and let rest for at least a few hours in the fridge (please make sure they will not explode from the temperature change). or just eat it from the pot like I do.

serve however you like it. cinnamon and cherry preserves are common but I like mine with whatever citrus I used for the zest.

yay! you have dessert now and the hardest part is stirring for a while.

[heart-shaped-noose]

Primaniacs is going to be releasing perfumes based off of Blue Exorcist characters! Their perfume descriptions and scents are listed under the cut 💖

Rin Okumura:

Put your determination on the blue flame.

Watery citrus notebook that illuminates the darkness.

Through a refreshing citrus that is youthful and fragrant, the dignified scent of flowers spreads gently. What hides the breath in that shadow is the faint astringency of lavender that puts claws on the soul. In the background, the straight woody scent gives off a presence and tells the unwavering belief that I had at the end of regret. A clear fragrance that gives off an immature but warm glow.

TOP: Lime, Lemon

MIDDLE: Rose, Jasmine, Lavender, Marine, Coriander

LAST: Musk, Woody, Amber

Yukio Okumura:

Is it the devil or your own heart to shoot through?

Cool and cold clear floral note.

The indifferent scent of bergamot drifting in the shimmering amber. The sipley-like flowers with a pure impression that overlap there create a mature atmosphere without gaps. If you surrender to the calm sign of sandalwood that gradually envelops you, your real self is waiting for you. A fragrance that sinks into silence with lost weakness and firm determination.

TOP: Lemon, Bergamot, Amber

MIDDLE: Jasmine, Chypre, Rose, Muguet

LAST: Woody, Sandalwood, Musk, Patchouly, Vanilla

Shiemi Moriyama:

Wrapped in unprettined kindness.

Pure and gentle peony floral notes.

A delicate citrus scent that spreads quietly to tell the tension. The gorgeous peony blooming in the garden heals the girl's loneliness and anxiety. If you stand up with courage, the warmth of Amber will untie your frozen fingertips and bring you the confidence to open the door to a new world. A cute and innocent fragrance with colorful flowers giving you strength.

TOP: Lemon, Bergamot

MIDDLE: Rose, Peony, Jasmine, Lilac, Iris

LAST: Musk, Amber, Sandalwood, Vanilla, Peach

Ryuji Suguro:

The thoughts hidden in the sharp eyes.

Bitter woody note staring at the longing back.

From a sharp and hard citrus to a mature scent of rose with tranquility. It tells the sincerity of the heart that can't be hidden by appearance. If you think about the deep sweetness of sandalwood that embraces the atmosphere of the ancient capital, you will see the image of your father that you saw someday, and you will protect people with words that you will spun. An intelligent and warm fragrance with passion behind the strength of will.

TOP: Grapefruit, Lime

MIDDLE: Rose, Geranium, Jasmine, Melon

LAST: Musk, Vanilla, Amber, Woody, Patchouly, Sandalwood

Shima Renzou:

Like a light wind.

Fresh green notes drifting smoothly.

A refreshing green note that blows through while stroking the young leaves. It tells the story of freedom not to be bound by anything, like a blue sky that spreads everywhere. The supple scent of Lily, which is visible and hidden in the depths of a somewhat light atmosphere, deftly slips through the gap between the fingers like floating clouds. An elusive fragrance that hides some bitterness in freshness.

TOP: Lemon, Grapefruit, Leafy Green

MIDDLE: Jasmine, Muguet, Marine, Lily, Gardenia

LAST: Sandalwood, Amber, Musk, Woody

Izumo Kamiki:

Manipulate the power of the ancient gods.

Green floral notes that dance gracefully.

A fresh orange scent that blends with a mellow sweetness. The faint but dignified sign of hyacinth reminds me of a girl who fights alone. When you take the hand that kept refusing, if the warmth of Amber spreads brightly, it is the spirit of salvation that appears in the blood. A fragrance that is fleeting but graceful and fragrant and sticks to the will.

TOP: Orange, Almondy, Coconut, Peach

MIDDLE: Neroli, Rose, Hyacinth, Lavender

LAST: Sandalwood, Vanilla, Musk, Amber

Mephisto Pheles:

I'm misled by the dark sweetness.

Sweet and fruity notes.

Bananas and oranges that appear like magic tricks make a mischievous and cute scent like sweets. However, the gorgeousness of the rose is fragrant as if to cover the innocent impression. When the rich sweetness that oozesout before you know it spreads with a mysterious darkness, it announces the end of a pop and fun dream. A dark but seductive fragrance that is trapped in a sweet shimmer.

TOP: Banana, Orange, Lemon

MIDDLE: Pink Grapefruit, Rose, Jasmine

LAST: Musk, Apricot, Amber, Raspberry