#but first.....veggie lasagna

[fairycosmos]

i am going to clean my desk at some point ok!!

[gurugirl]

Owned

ceo sugar daddy!harry x reader - a check-in for The Arrangement

Summary: Based loosely on this request. Harry brings Y/n to his home and Romy returns at a very bad time.

A/n: This story takes place before Harry and Romy have split. A sort of back-in-time check-in from when Harry & Y/n are still keeping everything on the down low.

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, cheating, angst, spit/saliva, being overheard having sex

Word Count: 6,220

The Arrangement Masterlist

She was still getting used to the arrangement she had with Harry. Seeing him in the office Monday through Friday and needing to keep everything on the down low was difficult.

And when Romy came into the office that afternoon, Y/n caught sight of her with Harry in his office as he’d left the door open. Their discussion was heated, or at least it appeared that way. As Romy was leaving she gave Y/n a look that felt like she knew something. It felt like somehow Romy knew the secret and the look was a warning.

But of course, Y/n was just being paranoid. The only way for Romy to know was if Harry had told her and she knew he wouldn’t have done that. Romy was aware he was seeing someone for his needs. She just had no idea it was Y/n.

That was just one example of how things were difficult. Because she was no good at lying. No good at hiding the feelings on her face.

Harry noticed the faraway look on Y/n’s when he walked past her desk. She seemed to be deep in thought about something. Normally when he walked by he was the one trying to keep a straight face and Y/n was a shy little purring kitten hoping for him to glance at her just once.

“What’s wrong?” He leaned over her desk and looked down at her.

Y/n was struck out of her thoughts when she heard Harry’s quiet voice.

“Oh! I was just thinking about something. Nothing’s wrong,” she blinked her eyes and then bit her lip to keep her mouth from grinning as wide as she wanted.

He’d done some very inappropriate things to her in private that made her insides melt and her muscles ache for days and yet she still couldn’t get over how giddy she felt when he spoke to her in the office.

“You sure?”

She nodded, “Yeah. I’m sure, sir.” She nodded.

“This is cute,” Harry spoke quietly as he let his eyes travel over her outfit before looking back up to her.

Her ears got warm and her heart pounded wildly at the compliment. Of course, she was wearing something he’d bought her. She loved the soft silk and wool fabric and the fit of the Magda Butrym dress.

“Uh… thank you, Mr. Styles.”

She watched him walk off in a confident stride as she sighed.

A text came an hour later after Harry had finished up a meeting he’d been in.

You’ll come back to my place with me tonight.

She blinked her eyes and grinned at the words for a moment before responding.

Yes, sir.

.           .           .

She’d been to his house before but not like this. Harry told her that Romy was gone for the night and he wanted company from Y/n. But he also wanted to have her in the bed he shared with Romy, though he kept that part to himself. It was kind of a sick fantasy but Romy was more and more withdrawn and Harry couldn’t stop from imagining his sweet girl spread out and dripping all over his marital bed. Felt kind of like a satisfying fuck you to his wife who he was growing sick of looking at.

Harry started dinner right away and Y/n immediately got to work helping him chop and pull ingredients from the fridge.

“What have you been eating lately? Looking a bit thin, Y/n,” Harry said as he pinched her bottom, the silk dress bunching under his forefinger and thumb.

She giggled and then shrugged with a grin, “I don’t know. Pop tarts. Turkey bacon, you know the kind that’s already cooked? Umm… those frozen Schwan’s dinners, I like the veggie lasagna one. Bananas?”

Harry sighed and put his hands on the back of Y/n’s hips, standing behind her, “I’m gonna need to start feeding you properly too aren’t I?” He kissed her temple, “First you need me to dress you and pay all your bills, then you need me to fuck you properly, and now you need me to feed you all your meals too? My poor little helpless thing. Needs Daddy for everything doesn’t she?”

Y/n closed her eyes and stopped cutting the garlic as she felt Harry’s warm lips travel down from her temple to her cheekbone, and the bottom of her chin as she nodded, “I… I mean… I guess maybe. But…”

“Shh, shh…” Harry shushed her, “Don’t overthink, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Y/n was squirmy when they sat at the dinner table to eat. Harry kept the conversation going as they ate but he could tell she was heated and starting to liquefy under his watchful gaze. He loved how pliant and open she got for him. He barely had to do a thing to get her squirming and needy for him.

When their plates were nearly emptied and Harry noticed Y/n’s blown-out pupils he chuckled lowly and got up from his seat, holding a hand out to her, “Up you get. Let’s take care of you. I can see you need me, baby.”

She didn’t know how he did it. No one had her like he did. She’d get shaky with excitement and need from nothing but a mere conversation with him. It was embarrassing. Pathetic. But she wouldn’t have it any other way. There was something about the way he looked at her. Like she was his dinner. His prey. Like he owned her. She loved it. She wanted to be owned by him.

Harry led her up to his bedroom and she went with him in silence. She wouldn’t protest about what she figured was coming once he closed the door and then began to unzip her dress from behind.

She liked the idea of doing it, there. In his bedroom. The one he shared with his wife. It made her feel powerful. Dirty, but powerful.

Harry kissed the top of her spine as he moved her hair to the side and her dress slid down her body and pooled onto the floor at her feet. She was already imagining the way his big cock would stretch her out and destroy her insides. She craved it.

“I like these too,” Harry spoke in a low seductive tone as he plucked at the lacy fabric of her panties.

She mewled at his touch and the way his lips found her neck. He was still standing behind her as he brought his hands up and cupped each breast in his palms. She’d gone sans a bra that day because the dress wouldn’t allow it. Maybe a bit risky for the office but Harry always told her not to worry about what others thought. If they were staring at her tits so hard they could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra that was on them and nothing to be ashamed of.

Suddenly he grabbed her hip and she felt the quick pop and then sting of his palm on her bottom. She gasped as he pushed her forward toward his bed, “Bend over.”

She did so quickly as she smushed her cheek into the mattress and felt the next swat to her other side. A few more spanks to each side as she bit her lip and moaned had him laughing darkly as he bent over her, “There we are. A good spanking for not feeding yourself properly.”

She was pulled up by her elbows and then turned to face him, “There’s that pretty face. Love this,” he put his thumb to the skin under her eye and wiped a tear that had broken free.

“Now, undress me.”

It was a normal part of their foreplay. Harry would have her undress him. Sometimes he’d keep most of his clothes on and just have his cock out so she could suck it or he could use it to fuck her, but most of the time he liked to be without clothes when it came down to it. Less messy that way.

Y/n began by unbuttoning his shirt and Harry watched her with a devilish smirk on his face. Once she’d gotten the last one undone he shrugged the material off himself and gestured for her to get to work on everything he had on below the waist.

Dropping to her knees she looked up at him and undid his belt then opened his pants up before pulling the nice fabric down his legs and to the floor. Harry kicked the pants off and watched as his girl pulled his briefs down slowly. He loved watching her face every time his cock was exposed to her.

She’d suck in a sharp breath and lick her lips and drag her pupils up and down his shaft and rove the deep pink tip with her gaze like he was a delicacy.

“You can kiss it if you want.”

She let out a sigh of relief and hastily ran her lips along his smooth skin and let her tongue lather him in saliva continuing to peek up at him as she went. He gently wound his fingers into her hair and began guiding her mouth downward toward his balls, “Kiss.”

With his cock hung heavy over her face and her hands politely in her lap, her lips pecked along his scrotum and she drooled over his sac as she closed her eyes. She worked her tongue on him slowly, making out with his balls as if she were kissing his lips and he groaned deeply. The girl was good. She was so good and he didn’t know what he was going to do with her. Romy could never give him what Y/n could.

Harry began to pant and Y/n grinned to herself as she kept smoothing her lips over his flesh, her pink tongue laving him with dampness.

“Fuck, little girl. That mouth is so good,” he pulled her hair to move her away from him. She wished she could stroke his cock and feel him in her hand but she knew she had to wait for his instruction to touch.

“Lie down on your back for me, ass at the edge of the bed,” Harry spoke as Y/n quickly stood and positioned herself at the edge of the bed per his instructions.

He pulled her little ruined panties down her legs and grinned at her, “A mess as always.”

Harry pushed her thighs toward her chest, knees pressing into her breasts when she felt the first flick of his tongue at the crease of her labia, just next to her pussy. Then to the other side, “Mmm… this cunt is never dry for me. Always such a treat,” the plunge of his fingers into her entrance had her moaning and grasping at the comforter tightly.

But when she felt his mouth finally slurping and kissing at her clit she whined loudly and let out a breathy wail. Harry laughed as he continued his task.

Long fingers pumping in and out and Harry’s skilled mouth pulling at her clit had her boiling and groaning. He kept her held down tight as she rocked her hips out of instinct. Her wet pussy being fingered and sucked was loud in the room.

“Daddy! Please!” She nearly shouted her words when he pulled his fingers from her and stood up with his cock in his palm.

“I’m just getting started with you sweet girl. Gonna fuck you and then we’re going clean up the kitchen, and then I’m gonna put that pretty leash on you. Maybe have your nipples clothes pinned while you wear a new gift I bought for your ass.”

“A new plug?”

Harry nodded, “Yes. I’ve been thinking about how pretty you’ll look in it all day long,” he thumped his wide cock over her pussy, “Can’t wait to put it in you and see what you think. But right now, you ready for Daddy’s cock, angel?”

She barely even nodded before he was pinning her to the bed with his cock stuffed to the hilt inside of her.

He let out a pitiful moan when he finally felt her on him. It’d been almost a week since he’d last fucked her and he could hardly wait to be inside of her. It was why he couldn’t be bothered to clean up the kitchen before he brought her to his bedroom. He needed to take care of her and himself before cleaning up. He needed her.

Keeping her knees pressed into her chest with his hands holding the insides of her knees down he dragged himself in and out, pressing into her until she was being rocked upward from the force.

She smiled in relief and moaned at each drive of his cock, “Yes, Daddy! Yes…”

“Like it when I fuck you, baby? Like my cock slipping inside you deep?”

“Fuck yes! I love your cock, Daddy!”

She was his good girl. There was no question about that. Loved being told what to do, what to wear, what to say, when to get wet, and loved being fucked by his big cock. Loved choking on it. Loved being gagged and tied up, stuffed with toys.

Harry just wanted to get them off quickly because he’d been so hard up for her all day it hurt. Imagining just this. His cock inside of her, spreading her out, watching her pussy grip him and slather him in her arousal.

The sound of a door closing and then Romy calling out for Harry had him halting the movement of his hips, “Fuck,” he whispered his words as his chest heaved.

He had to think quickly. Obviously, Romy would know someone was there with him. The kitchen was a mess and Y/n’s nice purse was on the entryway table. Even though he wasn’t allowed to bring his “girlfriend” to their home he’d have to deal with the consequences of that with Romy. But she couldn’t know it was Y/n because that would be a whole other can of worms he didn’t want to open.

“Up. We need to get you to the guest room. I can’t have Romy seeing you.”

Y/n quickly hopped off the bed and pulled her dress from the floor to cover her naked body as Harry led her to the hallway and pointed to the door at the end, “There. Go inside and close the door.”

He pulled his pants up his legs just as Romy was walking into the bedroom, “Who’s here?”

She looked around the room and saw the panties on the floor next to his boxers and the way the bed was mussed from what they’d just been doing. It was clear what was going on.

“It’s the woman. From the service,” he lied with a shrug, “I thought you were gonna be out. I didn’t mean for you to–“

“You cooked her dinner? And brought her to our bedroom, Harry? Where is she?”

“I had her go into the other room. I don’t think you should have any contact with her. That’s part of what we agreed.”

“Your dick is even still hard, Jesus. Were you two just…” She shook her head and paced into the room, “And yeah, that was the agreement but you’ve brought her into our home and that was something we said you wouldn’t do. She could walk off with something expensive for all you know!”

“She won’t. I’m sorry. It was just… She made a house call. It was easier this way.”

“I bet it was. Couldn’t even be bothered to clean up the kitchen.”

“I was going to get to it after. Why are you home anyway?” “I missed the train. The next one’s coming in an hour so I figured I’d come home and grab a few things I meant to bring for the trip but realized I forgot. So I’ll be home for a bit. You gonna have her leave?” Romy raised a brow at Harry.

He was a little surprised she wasn’t angrier. He couldn’t understand why she was so calm. Yes, she seemed upset but not as upset as he thought she’d be.

“No… we weren’t done.” Harry clenched his jaw. It felt strange talking to his wife about this. He kept his eyes on her as she looked down at his erection covered by his pants. He cleared his throat and continued, “Plus I don’t want her feeling embarrassed and leaving right in front of you. I’ll wait til you're gone before I send her home.”

Romy nodded and looked behind her at the door to their bedroom. “Is she in there? The guest room?”

“Yes. Will you be upset if I go in there with her while you’re here?”

She scoffed and shook her head as she walked past Harry toward their closet, “Clearly didn’t get yourself off yet. Typical that’s all you can think about in this very moment. I mean what can I say, Harry? It’s not like you listen to me anyway. You and your need to dominate every situation. Go and do whatever. You will anyway.”

And that was true. Harry wasn’t one to take no for an answer for most things.

Shrugging his shoulders he started for the door but before he passed into the hallway he turned, not wanting Romy to have the last word, “Might want to go downstairs if you’re not interested in hearing us,” he smirked and then left the room. But before he got far he heard her respond, “Oh great. Love to listen in on mediocre sex and a woman faking an orgasm for money.”

Harry swallowed as she paused. That had pissed him off. Why did she feel the need to insult whomever he was fucking? He decided to leave it and not respond, continuing down the hall and walking into the large guest room where his lover was waiting, locking the door behind him.

She’d already slid her dress back on. She was sitting at the edge of the bed with a worried look on her face.

“Hey,” he sat down next to her and pulled her into his chest, “It’s okay. She’s not gonna bother us. She’ll be gone soon. I’m sorry that happened.”

“It’s not your fault. Just scared me. I’m worried if she knows it’s me she’ll do something awful. I just don’t want any trouble.”

“You won’t have any trouble, baby. I’ll make sure of that.”

Harry began to pull at her dress, indicating he wanted it off. Y/n pulled back to look up at him, “What are you doing? Right now? With her here?”

Harry was unphased. Which wasn’t a surprise but Y/n thought for sure he’d wait until his wife left.

“She’s going to be here for another thirty minutes or so and I need you, bout to burst. Will it make you feel better if we’re quiet? Or would you rather wait?” His hands were bunching the material of her dress until her thighs were exposed. The way his warm palm and rings felt on her soft skin, slowly moving upward toward where she was still wet had her heart pounding.

“I… I don’t know. I want you to feel good but I don’t want any trouble.” She was torn. One part of her didn’t want to wait. She’d been on edge and he was so good inside of her, driving into her with the yummiest drag before they were interrupted. And she’d wet her dress with how much slick arousal she had stuck between her thighs, she was still reeling from his cock being inside of her not moments prior. But she didn’t want to do something that would hurt anyone’s feelings either.

“I told you there won’t be trouble. Do you trust me, Y/n?” Harry brought his large palm up to her neck and made her look up at him, his other hand gently slipping fingers through her labia.

“I trust you. Yes,” her puffy lips were parted as she kept her eyes on Harry’s. She loved how it felt when he had a hand around her neck but he was gentle in that moment. Using the gesture as a small reminder of his dominance over her. His ownership.

“Good girl,” he brought his lips down over hers as he pushed two fingers slowly inside of her aching cunt. “You’re my good girl aren’t you, Y/n?” Harry spoke against her lips as he began to fuck his long digits into her slowly.

She nodded, “Yes. I wanna be good for you.”

“I know you do,” he whispered as he continued kissing her between his words, “Let me take care of you. Be my good girl and pretend it’s just me and you. The only girl I care about right now is you.”

That’s what she wanted. To be a good girl for him. And if this is what made her a good girl, she’d forget Romy was in the house. To have his attention on her and not on Romy.

His lips were soft and his tongue pressed into hers as he released her neck and began to pull the dress down her arms until the top part was pooling at her waist and her tits were exposed.

Pushing her to lie down on her back, he kept his fingers inside of her as he dropped his mouth to a nipple causing her to gasp.

Harry grinned. He hoped she wouldn’t stay quiet. He wanted her little noises and hoped it irritated Romy. Hoped Romy could hear everything he was doing to Y/n. Things that he would never again to do his own wife. Was he bitter? Yes, perhaps. But he felt it was warranted. He didn’t like her insulting his sweet girl.

Harry looked down at Y/n with her silk dress bunched at her waist, her pussy and tits out as he fingered her and kneaded her tits.

When he felt he’d gotten her all worked up again, small moans and needy little glances, nearly begging him for more, he pulled his fingers from her and hastily removed his pants. He pushed her further into the bed and spread her legs apart, making her bend at the knees as he shifted between her legs.

“Please,” she whispered as she looked down at his hard cock in his hand.

“This is what you want? Yeah?” He positioned his thick crown to her entrance as she nodded.

“Needed Daddy’s cock so bad today, didn’t you, baby?” Harry spoke his words in stammered breaths as he began to push back into her where he belonged. The stress began to melt away the deeper he drove his cock.

Earlier in the day, when Romy had gone to the office, Harry didn’t even know she’d be there. He spotted her walking out of Sean’s office as he happened to be standing in the hallway talking to Jessica and spotted her.

He asked her what she was doing there, mostly just surprised to see her and her response was immediately defensive so he brought her to his office so they could discuss in private. She seemed angry with him and then told him she stopped by to remind him she was going out of town that evening with her sister. Something for which he did not need an in-person reminder.

He found the whole thing odd but most of all, her attitude had him heated. Their small spat in the office was overheard and he was stressed when she did finally leave. But he did have one bright spot through it all. His Y/n.

And having her underneath him as he strained his muscles and steadied himself above her while he gently fucked into her was exactly what he needed. It was just what she needed too.

Harry watched her pretty face contort and lips part and widen with each of his thrusts, “Fuck, baby. Who do you belong to?”

Her voice bubbled out softly, each word panted into the air, “Daddy… I’m yours, Daddy…” She wanted to hold onto him. Scratch her nails down his back and claim him for her own the way he always claimed her. She would never do it unless he told her but her fingertips dragged over the blanket imagining his skin under her nails.

Harry moaned and felt saliva pool on his tongue. His mouth was watering with how luscious she felt and the remnants of her arousal still in his mouth. He brought one hand to her jaw and squeezed her cheeks, “Open up wide sweet girl.”

Her mouth was already parted as she unhinged her jaw for him and jutted her pink tongue out for him.

Harry gathered his spit at the end of his tongue and opened his mouth, keeping his hips pasted to hers as he continued deeply thrusting into her. The wet drool from his tongue drizzled down into her mouth and over her tongue, slipping downward to her throat.

She closed her eyes and moaned loudly at the way it felt. She was his. He owned her. She would drink his come and his saliva happily forever if he wanted. Would crawl on her knees to him and let him spit into all her holes with a smile.

Harry watched as she kept her tongue out. Her eyes were squeezed closed and she began to quiver under him, “You’re mine, baby. My sweet girl. So dirty and so fucking hot. Swallow my spit into your tummy now. Show me you want to be mine.”

Her lips closed around the spit and she swallowed and licked her lips before opening her eyes up to see him looking down at her in awe. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. His cock inside of her, pushing deeper than he ever had, and the act of swallowing his saliva sealed it all for her. He wanted her for his own.

“I’m yours. I need to be yours forever. Are you mine too, Daddy?” She didn’t expect those words to come out but her heart and the hot, prickling lust in her belly had her speaking before she could even think.

Harry groaned and lowered his lips to hers. It was the most erotic and soft sex he’d had with Y/n yet. It made him feel like… he was in love. Made him realize, even more than he had before, that he wanted Y/n forever. Not just for a mistress and a fuck toy. But a human woman that he connected with on all levels and who matched his needs and desires in bed.

Disconnecting their wet lips he gasped at the way she clenched around him and pushed his nose to hers, “Fuck, my love. I’m yours. I belong to you just as much as you belong to me.”

Harry was trying to keep it down for Y/n’s sake. He knew she didn’t want Romy to hear what was happening in the bedroom. He would have preferred to have Romy hear it all. So she knew where she stood in comparison with his lover. Y/n was his girl. And he was sure he was falling in love with her.

“P…please can I touch your back? I want to feel you under my fingers…” she dared to ask because she couldn’t hold it back. She needed his skin under her hands and nails.

Harry grasped one of her hands and brought it up to his shoulder, “Fucking touch me all over baby. Go on…”

She felt his skin under her palm and brought her other hand up to feel his back. His broadness and the straining muscles in his back had her moaning loudly on accident but the moment she took the chance to dig her nails lightly into his skin and she heard him choke out a loud groan she knew that was permission for more. To leave traces of herself on his skin. A mark to show Romy who he really belonged.

And that thought had her rearranging her entire notion of having his wife overhear them. Now she wanted Romy to know. She felt possessive of him at that moment, her nails digging in harder and his groans growing louder with each inch she dragged her nails over his flesh.

“Just like that, Y/n, baby… Harder…” he was breathy and his words were tight. Harry couldn’t believe how it felt to have her nails on his skin. He hoped he bled and had deep marks left for days.

Suddenly a door slammed and Harry paused as he looked down at Y/n with a smirk, “Want you to scream my name when you come. Want her to hear the voice of one I belong to. Is that okay?” He rutted into her deeply and she moaned with a nod.

“Yes. I want her to hear now. And then she’ll see my marks on you. Because you’re mine, Daddy.”

Harry pressed his lips to hers and sucked in a breath through his nose to show his devotion and appreciation. The kiss was slow and wet as Harry kept himself stuffed into her, not moving an inch. He needed the moment to give his cock a break from the decadent feel of her pussy around him.

When he’d recovered enough that he knew he wouldn’t come immediately, he pushed himself up and looked into her eyes, “Shred my back up, Y/n. Want it to scar. Give it to me.”

She did as he said as he pulled out to his tip and slammed back into her, making the headboard pound into the wall loudly. With the feel of her nails digging into his skin, he repeated his motions, fucking into her hard but slow. Pulling out his heavy cock to his tip and driving into her with a thud.

Harry hissed at one particularly deep scratch and he sat up, feeling like that was sufficient, ready to hammer into her and make Y/n shout and yelp and come all while Romy listened.

“You ready, angel? Gonna fuck you so hard you see stars and squirt all over this bed.”

She dared to lift her fingers to his chest and scrape lightly as she nodded, “I need it so bad. I need you.”

Harry grinned and closed his eyes for a moment to feel her. To feel the emotions and the moment. Her fingers on his chest. But then he began to slip his cock back, pulling out completely. Looking down between them he placed his thumb on her clit and suddenly pummeled into her, repeated, punishing thrusts.

At first the voice was punched out of her throat with the way his hips hammered into hers. The sound in the room of his cock pushing into her pussy, his skin thudding into hers and the bed creaking wildly, the headboard smashing into the wall in time with his thrusts was the only noise.

Finally, she found her voice when they got into a rhythm, “Daddy! Yess!!” His thumb stroking her puffy clit sent her spiraling quickly. Her hips jolted and her back arched.

Harry watched her tits jiggle and her mouth and tongue move as curses and shouts of his name fell from her lungs. Her pretty voice and coos nearly had him tearing up but his cock was in heaven pounding into her pussy.

“Right there, baby? Yeah?” He gasped his words as she nodded. Her hands grasped the blankets tight as her body was being knocked upward with his devastating plunges.

“So good! Fuck! I want your come, Daddy! All inside of me. Fff….” Her neck strained as she tossed her head back. His thumb at her clit was sending her dangerously to the edge. And with the way his cock was punching into her she was going to squirt and she knew it. Only Harry could manipulate her body in this way.

“Oh shit… Fuck, baby…” Harry choked out his words as he saw her first gush and pulled his cock out so she could unleash.

Her body vibrated and she shouted loudly as she leaked and squirted. Tiny bits of spray coated his cock and his pubic hair and the bed below.

“Make it messy, baby. That’s right,” Harry continued flicking her clit as she trembled and loudly moaned unintelligible words of nonsense.

When she’d finally calmed Harry slammed back into her. He still needed to make her come. Squirting felt intense and yummy but coming was yummier, he knew.

“Squirted all over me baby. Claiming me with your scratches and your pretty pussy spraying me, huh? Gonna show my wife who I belong to?” His hips against hers were biting and he was so deep she felt him push into something new. A snap was felt inside of her and the intensity of the deepness of his cock had her spinning.

Harry was barely pulling out, only fucking into her now, holding her body to his as he rocked his hips into hers so deep.

“Yes! Only mine!” Was all she could manage to squeak out.

Even with Harry holding her close, the room was noisy with sex and the bed was unrelenting under them. And once Y/n had squirted and made a mess, the sloppy, gushy noises were even more evident. Everything was wet and slick and loud.

Harry was so close to coming. His balls tightened and Y/n’s eyes widened when her own orgasm began to finally unravel. Harry’s pelvis pushed into her clit with the constant motion of his hips rolling into hers.

“Open up again,” he could barely get his words out, “and ruin my back, baby.”

She opened her mouth and immediately ran her nails over his back. The pain of her scratching the spots she already had made Harry cough out a loud moan of praise, “Fucking good girl!”

He looked back down to her eyes with the sting on his back and the saliva dripping down into her mouth slowly.

It was perfection. The moment was bliss and euphoria as he breathed out his words, “Swallow and come.”

She had already begun to come the moment his saliva hit her tongue and her fingers dug into his skin. It felt like they were joined as one. She swallowed his saliva before moaning, “Harry! Oh my god!! I need you, Daddy!” Her words were a garbled shout, surely to be heard throughout the house.

Harry rattled off his devotion and praise to his girl as he drained his come into her, “My good fucking baby. I need you so much. Fuck! Making me come so hard. Gonna take my come like a good little girl…”

The slowing of their movements had the room going quiet until only their breaths and panting were heard. Harry dipped in to kiss Y/n slowly and softly. With meaning and heart.

She was still pulsing and he was still throbbing as they licked and kissed. One last deep thrust upward had her squealing and laughing as Harry pushed himself up to look down at his girl with delight.

A knock to the door interrupted the sweet moment. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed as he brought his hands up to cup Y/n’s face lovingly, thumbs stroking her soft skin, “What?” He shouted toward the door.

“Fucking asshole is what,” the knob rattled as if she were trying to open the door and Harry lifted up further to face the door. He had locked it but he wouldn’t put it past Romy to try and get in to make some kind of point.

“Get the fuck out of here. I don’t want you near here.” Harry barked toward the door, ready to pull the blankets up over his lover to protect her if needed.

“This is MY house, Harry! You have whore in MY house! I want her out!”

Harry scoffed and shook his head as he looked down at Y/n. His cock was still inside of her. This was his baby. His love. He smiled at her softly, reassuringly before turning toward the door again to respond to Romy, “Were you listening like a pathetic bitch? That’s what good sex sounds like. I’m not fucking sending her away because you’re jealous. Leave already!”

“Loser asshole!” Romy stomped off and down the stairs. They could both hear her leaving the house.

Harry let out a breath and grinned down at Y/n. She was already smiling up at him with a pleased look on her face. She wasn’t upset like he thought she might be.

“You okay, baby?”

“So good, Daddy. She knows your mine now.”

Harry nodded and laughed, rubbing the tip of his nose to hers, “I’m so yours baby. All yours.”

When he finally pulled himself out of her he tilted her hips upward and thumbed her entrance to watch his come drip slowly before planting his mouth over her cunt and slurping his come into his mouth.

Leaning over her body and hovering his face over hers she opened her mouth obediently and he drooled his come into her mouth.

He watched her tongue capture his seed and he smiled, “In your tummy and in your pussy. All mine. Swallow.”

She gulped him down and grinned, “All yours, Daddy.”

Harry’s grin only widened as he spoke, “Yeah? You’re all mine. And you fucking own me.”

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[disillusioneddanny]

For your random fun one shot

There's a fruit out there called Synsepalum dulcificum(aka miracle berry) that messes with the taste receptors(sour things taste sweet etc). Ectoplasm has a similar effect(for the purpose of the prompt that is, idk if it actually does).

So danny (either as Danny or as phantom)does shots of ectoplasm and tries a bunch of other heroes' favorite foods(starfire's cooking, red robin's and or oracle's caffeine abomination, random leftovers in the fridge, etc) and live streams it for charity while answering fan sent questions.

But then one of the flashes knocks over his shot glass while running by and all the food becomes animated and there's an epic food fight in whichever cafeteria he's in

enjoy a taste of chaos >:))))

Danny’s taste was a little fucked, he would be the first to tell you. There was this thing with ectoplasm that made his taste receptors just a bit different anytime he drank some. And because of this, his favorite thing was grossing out his Titans team mates any chance he could. The team had just as much fun as he did and it was technically Impulse’s idea to do this new tik tok series to introduce himself to the world as the newest member of the Titans. 

So, here he was, sitting at the break room table in the tower with vials of ectoplasm and the most fucked up foods his team could think of sitting before him. 

There was a cake baked by Miss Martian that Superboy had winced at. A veggie lasagna made by Beast Boy that Nightwing eyed warily. A strange coffee and energy drink combination courtesy of Red Robin.  Some kind of casserole that Stafire had excitedly made, and a random assortment of the weirdest snacks that Impulse could find. The entire team was now watching in horror as Danny took a shot of ectoplasm and looked over the terrifying arrangement of food in front of him. 

“This feels like a fucked up mukbang,” Danny said with an amused smile. 

Red Robin snickered from behind his phone. “What are you going to try first, Phantom? Everyone in the live are making bets on what you’re going to eat first.”

“Are we sure this isn’t going to kill him?” Superboy asked worriedly. 

“I’m already dead,” Danny said with a shrug. His teammates all gave him that same look of horror they did any time Danny reminded them all of his mortality. He supposed it was easy for them to forget that Danny was a ghost when the only other ghost they really knew about was Deadman and they were two completely different types of ghosts. 

Not only that, but Danny still hadn’t mentioned to any of his teammates that he was only half dead. He had yet to reveal his secret identity to any of them. He had only been a member of the team for about a month and none of them had shared their identities with him so it was only fair that he didn’t share that part of himself with them yet either. 

“Oh right,” Nightwing said faintly, that look of horror still on his face. 

Danny just gave them a sharp, fanged smile and grabbed the first thing on his tray. A small rock of kryptonite. He supposed it made sense to eat that first considering Superboy was looking sicker and sicker the longer they sat there. 

“Are you sure it’s fine for you to ingest kryptonite?” Wondergirl asked, looking a little uneasy. 

“Of course, my body breaks it down just like it does human food. It’s all just turned into ectoplasm and energy,” Danny said before popping the rock in his mouth and crunching on it like it was just a piece of bright green rock candy. 

He crinkled his nose at the taste, it was almost like eating pure sugar, it kinda made his teeth hurt. The same way it did when he was a kid and got his first cavity. 

“Well?” Impulse asked, practically vibrating with excitement. “Is it everything I imagine kryptonite tastes like?”

Danny snorted. “It tastes like I’m eating pure sugar,” he said before drinking another vial of ectoplasm. 

“That’s so crash!” Impulse shouted, slinging his hands out in excitement as he did. The following events were like slow motion. 

Impulse’s hand knocked straight into the tray of ectoplasm vials that seemed to scatter across the table, hitting each fucked up and questionable piece of food or drink on the small table.

From there chaos just simply erupted. Danny braced himself as the pieces of food started to slowly but surely float off of the table, the coffee-energy drink began to take form and create a small fizzy, coffee scented blob ghost that careened straight towards Impulse’s face. 

The veggie lasagna quickly grew pinsharp fangs that it gnashed and chomped at Beast Boy, loud screeches coming from its body. 

“Oh no,” Danny said, his face pale beyond belief. 

“Ph-phantom?” Nightwing stammered, his eyes wide with horror as the casserole that Starfire made started to slowly but surely inch its way towards the eldest hero. 

“Red Robin, end the livestream,” Danny hissed as an ectoblast started to form in his hand, his other hand inched towards the thermos that he kept at his hip.  

“But-” Red Robin let out a screech as Impulse tackled him just before a random giant pretzel launched itself at the vigilante. 

“End the livestream!” Superboy screeched as he shot lasers at the hurtling ball of cabbage that had launched itself at the hero like a cannonball.

“I’m not ending the livestream! We just got so many more viewers joining!” Red Robin shouted back as he started fighting back the chips that were now being flung his way. 

“Brace yourselves!” Wondergirl yelled as jello slung itself around the room. Danny just let out a groan as he started shooting ectoblasts, doing his best to subdue the ecto infused food. 

He was never letting his team convince him into bringing out the ectoplasm again. This was the worst idea they had ever had.

[daisyblog]

Hair

Our Story Masterlist Summary: YN's reaction to Harry's new hairstyle.

Based on this request

Harry was always known for his curls or his long hair, especially during the band. His hair was just as famous as him. He had gone through a variation of styles. 

The overgrown curls, the one that YN remembers trying to mess up when they first started dating. The one that outlined his baby face, despite having to grow up over night. 

Next was the slightly trimmed hair style. Harry still had a good amount of hair but it meant his curls were shorter. It made him look more grown up. 

The slicked back quiff was Harry’s go to hairstyle during the Take Me Home tour. YN used to spray half a can of hairspray on it each night before a show, to make sure the volume didn’t drop. But she didn’t mind because Harry’s hair matched his personality, sophisticated and playful. 

Outgrown and pushed back, YN noticed that Harry no longer wanted his hair trimmed, only styled. Did she complain? No! She liked this new hairstyle, it screamed rockstar vibes and YN was living for it. 

Due to not having his haircut for so long, Harry’s hair grew and grew. It was shoulder length for majority of the On The Road Again tour. Harry’s habit was running his fingers through it and flipping it to the side. YN and the fans went feral for this hairstyle, especially when he styled it into a bun. Dreamy! 

When Harry got the role of Alex in Dunkirk, after One Direction went on a break, his luscious long locks didn’t suit the 1940’s vibe. So off with a chop they came. YN was seen hiding her face in Anne’s shoulder, repeating “I can’t look” as the hairstylist brushed Harry’s hair into a bobble and cut away his hair. 

The shorter curls stayed for a while, and YN could see as they got older the shorter cut with a few curls sticking out suited him. It made Harry look older but some innocence still remained. But to YN’s liking, she still got to run her hand through his hair at any opportunity. 

So like the rest of the world when Harry decided one day to shave his precious curls off, YN was absolutely heartbroken, and to some very dramatic.

YN knew Harry was going for a haircut that afternoon, but when he arrived back home later on with lack of hair, rather than his typical trim…you could say she was lost for words.

Harry entered their kitchen, and acted like nothing was out of the ordinary. “I’ll make veggie lasagna for dinner, if you fancy it?”.

YN was still stood by the kitchen sink as she had just finished washing some dishes. She just stared at Harry, wondering if he realised that his scalp was visible. 

“Babe? Why are you looking at me like that?”. Harry noticed YN hadn’t moved a smidge since he arrived home. Of course he knew why, but there was no harm acting oblivious.

YN looked him directly in the eye. “Please tell me this is a joke?”. She wanted this to be a prank, where Harry said it was all a lie and his curls were actually hidden under a bald cap or something.

Still keeping up the act, Harry pretended to be confused. “What’s a joke?”.

“Where’s your fookin’ hair?”. YN questioned, already scared for the answer. Afraid it was going to be one she didn’t like. 

Harry hesitated, before reaching up to touch his head. “AH! Where’s it gone?!”. He couldn’t keep the act up, and a loud chuckle left his mouth. 

YN’s hand came up to cover her mouth for a second, as she realised that Harry intentionally asked for this haircut. “Why? Why have you done this?”.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, as though it wasn’t a big change. “Just fancied a change.”. 

“A change…a change!”. YN couldn’t believe how calm he was being right now. “Dye your hair fookin’ pink, blue or like fookin’ rainbow if you want a change…don’t shave the whole lot fookin’ off!”. YN’s rant began. 

“Is it bad?”. Harry grew nervous for a moment, worried he may have made a huge mistake. 

“Well no…that’s what’s annoying..you can still look good even when you shave your fookin’ head!”. YN complimented the fact that there wasn’t a look Harry couldn’t pull off. “But I need to be dramatic right now…oh my..the fans…they’re going to be devastated.”.

“It’ll grow back, no big deal.”. Harry stated like that would solve everything. 

“You better have your curls back in time for our wedding.”. YN warned him, to which he only smirked and saluted her playfully. 

It was a short while later, when Harry realised that YN had been tucked away in their bedroom for a while. Gently peaking through the gap in the doorway, he wasn’t expecting to see YN sat on the floor, surrounded by multiple photos of himself.

Harry tucked his lips into his mouth, trying to hold his chuckle back. Deciding that this was a moment he wanted to catch, knowing nobody would believe him if he told them, Harry began to discreetly record on his phone. 

“Babe? What are you doing?”. Harry asked, entering their bedroom, realising that the photos of himself were of all his variations of hairstyles over the years. But he was shocked when he saw a tear run down her cheek. “Are…are you crying?”.

YN was still sat on the floor, yet to say a word. She closed her eyes and wiped away the tear.

“Can I ask what you’re doing?…it’s like you’ve made a shrine of me.” Harry attempted another joke, still finding the whole thing amusing. 

With her eyes still closed, posture still composed, YN explained. “I’m mourning the loss of your precious curls, if you could be respectful of all our loss.”.

Harry masked his giggle with a cough, not wanting to be “disrespectful”. “Babe? This is all a bit much…don’t you think?”.

“I told you I need to be dramatic right now…so please, leave me to grieve.”. YN knew she was being dramatic, she knew it wasn’t the end of the world, she knew it was only hair and it would grow back. But she was weak for his luscious locks. 

Adding more fuel to the fire, when fans were quick to notice the lack of hair on Harry’s head after a photo was leaked. YN joined them on airing her feelings. She had made a TikTok of a compilation of photos of Harry over the years with hair covering his head, with Taylor Swift’s song Bigger Than The Whole Sky playing in the background. 

YN made another TikTok, where she pretended to cry every time Harry walked passed her and repeating “The precious curls!”.

Fans were highly amused at YN’s video of her recording herself searching for “how to grow your hair quickly?” on Google and also researching rosemary hair oil as she had seen the trend on TikTok for hair growth. 

But in all honestly, YN didn’t dislike the change but did she want Harry’s hair back? YES! 

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[xbellaxcarolinax]

What’s up is that I can’t stop thinking about making Steven feel better after a shitty day at his work like he comes home and he’s all huffing bc his boss bitched at him and you just. You know? Let me make you feel good Steven babyyyy

Hope you like :)

Word count: 1123

Warning: This contains s m u t. Minors DNI, please.

How did you get here, Steven splayed out under you with your cunt swallowing his cock? 

It's a funny story, really.

He'd come home huffing and puffing after a long day at work, his face pinched in irritation.

"I don't know what it is," Steven said, hands flying animatedly with a fork in hand, "but Donna hates me. Can you believe the old bat took a customer's side over mine? The bloke said I was overcharging him for a bookmark! A bloody bookmark! Donna's the one who set the price in the first place!" 

"I don't understand…why would she do that?" You questioned with a frown. The number of stories you've heard about that woman was vast and far too many to count. 

"It's hard to say," he stabbed the fork into the veggie lasagna you'd made for dinner, pushing the contents around his plate, "I'm not exactly sure what her issue is with me."

You watched the irritation grow like an infection over his soft features, twisting them to the point where you thought he would cry. His eyes glossed over with unshed tears before he put his fork down, furiously wiping his eyes with a fist. The sight nearly broke your heart.

"My poor baby," you cooed, pushing your plate aside, "I hate seeing you like this." You stood, circling the small dining table to lean against him, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders, the other cradling his head. He leaned into your touch, eyes downcast and long lashes wet. 

You soothed him with gentle noises, peppering little kisses over his brow.

"I'm sorry, love," he sniffled, “I don’t mean to get all sad on you. I’ve ruined dinner, haven’t I?” His brown eyes gazed up at you, large and sad. You smiled, letting the pad of your thumb run over his lower lip.

“You didn't ruin dinner,” you placed another gentle kiss over his mess of curls, “you have every right to express how you’re feeling.” He sighed, snuggling you close by wrapping his arms around you.

"I love you." He mumbled into your side, the words disappearing into the fabric of your shirt. 

"I love you, too." You smiled, resting your chin over his head, relishing in the scent that was uniquely Steven.

You felt his fingers gently trail down the expanse of your back, resting his hand at the dip. There was nothing sexual about the action, Steven was just a handsy person, seeking relief and comfort through touch alone. 

Or maybe you were wrong about that. 

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Steven finally spoke.

"Dove?" 

"Hmm?"

"Do you think…" he pulled away from you, firmly planting his hands on your hips and keeping his eyes trained on the small strip of visible skin, "Do you think we could…?" Steven slowly slipped a finger into the waistband of your shorts, pulling it back and letting it gently snap back against your skin. 

"Oh, you need a distraction, do you?" You hummed, feigning disinterest until you broke out in laughter at the pout that threatened his lips. Without further hesitation you removed your shirt, tossing it somewhere in the mess of his flat, your shorts following after. "Of course, if that's what my baby wants."

"Please." He whispered, his gaze trailing over your form with adoration. You had nothing special on, just a basic gray sports bra and panties, but he always looked at you like you were beyond human comprehension, something special that only he (and Marc…and Jake) could have.

In a matter of minutes, you had him sitting on the couch with his pants down to his ankles and his patterned button-down shirt pushed up to expose his midriff. His pretty eyes were lidded, mouth slightly ajar as you moved up and down on his cock in a dance you both knew well. 

“Mmm…fuuuck, d’you hear t-that, love?” Steven pants, his thick fingers gripping your hips with a force you’ve recently discovered he had, “d’you hear h-how wet you are?” 

You’ve also recently discovered how filthy he can be with his words, not that you were complaining.

“Mhmm,” your eyes fluttered as you were now acutely aware of the obscene noises your pussy was making as it leaked all over his thick cock, “all for you, baby.” You were pretty sure his balls were now completely drenched with your juices.

You looked down at him, like really looked at him, and felt he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You wanted to see him that way forever, in the midst of pleasure, panting and begging you to keep going.

“I-I love you,” he moaned, gripping your face with both hands and bringing you down for a sloppy kiss, “w-wanna be inside y-you all the time. Would y-you let me, d-dove? I p-promise to always be good for you.”

“Mm, Steven, f-fuck, baby,” you leaned your brow against his, “your gonna make me come if you keep talking like that.” Steven trailed his large hands over your shoulders and down to your breasts, kneading the flesh through the bra before landing back on your hips.

“K-keep going,” he panted, guiding you faster over his cock, the thick head jamming into where you want it to hit the most. You followed his lead, lifting yourself up till the head of his cock almost slipped out, before slamming yourself down again.

“Oh my God,” you choked as you threw your head back and closed your eyes. It was like seeing the galaxy behind your lids, an endless abyss of pure pleasure and chaos all at once. “J-just wanna make you h-happy, Steven, baby.”

Steven’s breath comes out in quick bursts, your words causing him to activate his feral side—primal and filthy. He pounded and pounded up into you until his hips stuttered and his eyes rolled so far back it seemed like they would stay that way.

“I’m com—” The words died in his throat before he let out a guttural groan, his fingers digging painfully into your hips. He shot his load into you as you felt your own release, your fingers lost in the mass of his curls when you came and screamed your pleasure to the heavens. 

You slumped over him, chest heaving almost in unison with his. You were barely aware of his hand trailing down your spine, or his spend leaking from your pulsating cunt, dirtying you both.

“Steven,” you sighed, “that was…”

“Amazing,” he finished, dragging his nose over the contours of your face lovingly, “bloody amazing, love.”

“Are you feeling better, baby?” You squeezed your pussy and felt his cock twitch inside of you. Steven hummed, nodding his head lazily with his eyes closed.

“Mm, so much better.”

[weird-an]

The first time Billy tries to cook on his own it happens because he's hungry and his dad is at work. His mom hasn't come back yet, it's been a week and he's still waiting for her.

His stomach hurts and he remembers her letting him stir the pots when Neil wasn't home. There is canned soup, but he can't find the opener. Cooking is for girls, his dad says, but he isn't here right now.

So Billy grabs a pot, fills it with water and puts some maccaroni in. He burns his finger on it, when he tries to pour out the water. The maccaroni are too soggy and taste like nothing, but at least he isn't hungry anymore.

The blister on his finger reminds him that he has to look out for himself and by the time its healed he realizes his mom isn't coming back.

When Susan and Max become part of the family, Susan and Neil sometimes go on dates that take way longer than they told them before. Neil loves responsibility, but only for others.

Billy cooks for Max and him these nights. The first time he tries to make chicken, it's a disaster. Argyle laughs at him a day later and asks him if he used any spices. Apparently a ton of salt is too much and not enough at the same time.

Argyle comes over, whenever Billy is sure that Neil and Susan will stay out for at least a few hours more. He brings herbs Billy has never heard of, he shows him how to make picadillo, enchiladas, shows him how a squeezed lime can make everything better. Not only the food, but Billy's whole day.

Billy has his first kiss over a bunch of fish tacos, his lips still tingling from chili and Argyle's warmth. At home, a place where he never thought he'd like to be. But here? In the kitchen? It almost feels like a home.

But then Neil drags him away from California, away from Argyle's smile and tasty dinners. Neil is breathing down his neck and everything is awful.

Billy is stewing in his own misery. Argyle and him break up, more out of desperation than anything and that's just the cherry on top.

Billy is all boiling angers and searing sadness, tries to get on top of Hawkins High, just to forget. When Susan and Neil are gone, he tells Max to get some pizza.

Life is bland and without any flavor.

Steve Harrington and him hang out one day, Billy too tired from learning all about monsters and an Upside Down which is supposed to be even worse than Hawkins.

Harrington tells him he's living off canned food and microwave dinners and maybe it's the beer in his system or Billy's longing to finally cook something again.

Billy digs through Steve's fridge and finds a few veggies and a bit of rice. It's simple, but it's tasty.

Hawkins gets a bit more color and Steve gets even prettier. He comes over more often, drags Steve down to the supermarket and bullies him until his kitchen is always stocked. It's a great outlet. For his sadness, his anger, chopping it into tiny little pieces, throwing it into a pan. It sizzles and grows into his heart beating faster when he looks at Steve. His stomach is full of love after month of starving.

Steve kisses him when Billy has just put a lasagna in the oven and it starts to smell like juicy tomatoes and melted cheese.

Steve's kisses are a great appetizer. Billy wants to simmer in them.

[beecauseevan]

omg established buddie yes

movie nights!! with chris preferably

Silence permeates the living room, expectant and uncomfortably tense. Eddie shifts in his spot on the couch, cringing when his jeans rasp against the cushions. He steals a glance at Chris, who is transfixed by the images flashing across the TV screen. Next to Chris, just visible over his brown curls, Buck is chewing on his bottom lip. Despite that obvious struggle to keep his big mouth shut, he's not the one who breaks the tense silence.

"Oh man," Chris says. His fingers twitch, like he's fighting the urge to cover his eyes with his hands. "I knew you were old, dad. I didn't know you were ancient."

Buck's laugh is choked and startled and only grows louder when Eddie glares at him over Chris' head.

"That's not—" Eddie starts. "This was already old when I watched it."

Chris tears his eyes away from the TV just long enough to shoot him an incredulous look. "Are you sure?"

"I didn't know you were a nerd," says Buck, who watches documentaries for fun and really doesn't get to talk. "This is all new information."

"I'm not a nerd."

"This is pretty nerdy," Chris argues.

Eddie shakes his head and eats an indignant fistful of popcorn. This is what he gets for trying to educate the youth. 

It's Christopher's fault, really. 

"I want to watch something," he said earlier, at dinner, chewing on Buck's newly perfected version of Bobby's veggie lasagna. "Something with space."

"Star Wars?" Buck suggested, twirling his fork between his fingers. "We haven't watched Episode V in a while."

Disapproval scrunching up his face, Chris shook his head. "We've watched it like a thousand times, though."

"It's a masterpiece," Buck replied, making Eddie—who had introduced him to Star Wars—very proud. "Can't see it too many times."

Eddie didn't add anything to their back and forth, a quietly content observer, warmed from the inside by Buck's lasagna and from the outside by the presence of the two people he cared most about. 

"Or," Buck added, "we can watch Revenge of the Sith, if you want."

"You hate that one," Chris said.

"I don't hate it. I just think the original trilogy is better."

"You're wrong." 

"The original trilogy has Han Solo," Buck said. "And Yoda. And Luke."

"Yoda is in the prequels too," Chris argued. "And the prequels have Jar Jar Binks."

"That's—a good thing?"

Chris shrugged. "He's funny."

Buck glanced at Eddie, who hid his smile in his palm. "He has a point."

Buck's eyes said does he, but of course that's not what came out of his mouth. Buck might be a worse pushover than Eddie, if that is even physically possible.

"Fine," he said, "Revenge of the Sith it is."

"No," Chris sighed, stabbing his fork into the leftovers on his plate. "I want to watch something new."

And Eddie, naive and optimistic wounded heart that he is, suggested something he would soon regret: "I really liked Star Trek when I was a kid. We could check that out."

"The movies?" Chris asked. "We've seen the movies, dad."

Chris meant the new ones, and Eddie didn't have the strength to tell him that he was a little too old to have watched those movies as a kid. He let that comment slide and shook his head. 

"No, the show. The original one. With William Shatner?"

Chris shook his head, and a moment later, so did Buck. Eddie took a moment to picture the horrifiedly disappointed face Chim would make in response to that statement, then moved on. 

"You guys are in for a treat."

He meant it then, too. He really thought they would love it. 

Turns out childhood memories don't always depict reality in all of its grainy, puke-yellow flannelled glory. The show is a lot more rough than he remembers and it doesn't help that he started them off with the first episode of the first season, instead of one of the good ones. He thought this would be a hit and they'd end up watching it regularly, but—well. 

"Why do his eyes look like that?" Chris asks, frowning at the screen. 

Eddie just shrugs—Buck, who has never been able to leave a question unanswered, is already digging out his phone. 

"No googling," Eddie scolds him. "You're gonna ruin the immersion."

Buck waves him off, phone screen lighting up the smirk on his face. 

"I just wanna know why they're wearing pajamas," Chris adds.  

"Wish our uniforms looked like that," Buck says, glancing up from his phone just long enough to smirk at Eddie. "They're probably really cozy."

"Not very cool, though," Chris points out. 

"It's tinfoil," Buck cuts in. "Tinfoil contacts. That's how they got his eyes to look like that."

Chris frowns. "Ew."

"Guys," Eddie complains weakly. "This is a classic."

Buck has the decency to say, "I'm sorry," but the way he mumbles it against his palm, barely concealed laughter coloring his voice, tells Eddie that he's not that sorry at all. 

"You said the same thing about Die Hard," Chris points out. "That was bad too."

Eddie shakes his head, stunned, and looks at Buck, who shrugs. 

"He's not wrong."

"That's it," Eddie decides, while the tinfoil-eyed monsters continue to poach the crew of the Enterprise, "I'm moving out. I bet Chim will take me in."

"More lasagna for me," Chris says, entirely unbothered. 

Buck laughs, loud and clear, and Eddie puts his hands in front of his eyes and pretends, badly and unconvincingly, to be upset. He isn't, he couldn't be, even if this were his favorite piece of media in the whole entire universe as opposed to just a show he used to enjoy as a kid—he couldn't be mad, because it's hard to be upset when you're faced with such stark reminders of why your life is as close to perfect as it could possibly be. Eddie loves that Chris and Buck hate the show, because they hate it together. He loves being the center of their good-natured mockery, because it means they're teaming up on him. They're a family. Eddie's family. And he loves them more than life.

As the episode goes on—and it goes on for ages—Chris grows more and more quiet. When the credits start rolling, he's dozed off. His head is pillowed on Buck's arm and Buck sits perfectly still, which in itself is a little bit of a miracle.

"Think he'll wake up if I carry him to bed?" Buck asks quietly, carefully, like he'd rather stop breathing than disturb Chris, which, knowing Buck, might not be too far from the truth.

"Probably," Eddie says, "I think you're gonna have to move."

"I really don't want to."

"Guess you're sleeping on the couch," Eddie shrugs.

Buck sighs. Then he moves, and Chris blinks awake, yawns, and for a moment he's six again, so small Eddie could delude himself into thinking that all he needed to do was fold him into his arms and the world would never be able to touch him.

Then Chris groans and rubs his eyes and looks around, instantly annoyed in that way only a tired teenager can be, and Eddie is back in the here and now, and he finds he likes it just the same.

"Hey, sleepyhead." Buck pokes Chris' shoulder and Eddie watches, with a smile that almost hurts his cheeks, as Chris rolls his eyes, teenage stubbornness without any sort of sting, because even though he's biologically and socially obligated to find adults annoying and embarrassing, Buck is still his person. "You ready for bed?"

"Yeah, yeah," Chris grumbles.

"I can come with," Eddie offers, and gets the same kind of eyeroll in return, and feels a rush of warmth when he realizes that maybe—maybe he's still Chris' person too. It's been a long road since Kim, but maybe they're getting there.

"I'm not a baby, dad," Chris tells him, straightening up on his crutches. "I can brush my teeth on my own."

"Alright, alright," Eddie relents.

Chris goes off on his own and by the time Buck and Eddie are done with the dishes, the rest of the house is quiet, including Christopher's room. Eddie glances at Buck, standing by the sink, and finds Buck looking back at him. He's wearing yellow rubber gloves and an apron and the smirk on his lips is not entirely innocent. 

"Hey."

"Hey yourself," Buck says, stripping off the gloves in one smooth motion. Eddie wonders what it says about him that that kind of turns him on. "You know, I thought Star Trek was all about homoerotic sexual tension. Didn't feel much of that."

Eddie blinks. "What?"

"Captain Kirk and the guy with the," Buck points at the side of his head, "ears."

Eddie feels a smile coming on and bites down on his bottom lip. He can't be that easy. "You know about that but you don't know who William Shatner is?"

"I have niche interests," Buck tells him, hands finding Eddie's hips. His smile is brilliant. His hands are cold. The sleeves of his hoodie are still rolled up. Eddie loves this man to the core. 

"Hm." Eddie sways closer, wraps his arms around Buck's shoulders, brings their lips together in a lingering kiss. "Boy, do I have the episode for you."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Eddie hums. Another warm kiss later, he laces their fingers together and leads Buck back into their living room, turns the TV back on. "This one is called Amok Time."

[nerd-fandom-drabbles]

Entanglements

Description: When Rook invites Lucanis for a nightcap, things do not go according to plan.

(Inspired by this wild VG247 article - contains some light spoilers)

1892 words

Characters: A very oblivious Lucanis, femme elven Rook

Pairings: Lucanis x Rook

Genre: Drama, Comedy, Romance

Content warnings: sexual themes, some cursing

WARNING: This contains some light spoilers for Veilguard pre-release gameplay footage and maybe The Wigmaker Job if you squint really hard.

Note: This is probably a very OOC version of Lucanis. But Mary Kirby said he was awkward and this is _very_ awkward. I thought it was funny, so here you go!

It was a quiet, ordinary evening at the Lighthouse, when Rook found Lucanis in the kitchen preparing supper for the team. She'd asked him to come find her for a nightcap after dinner; she had gotten a gift she thought he'd enjoy sharing. In response, he'd nodded his agreement and continued chopping vegetables.

After, they had chatted a bit longer, and she did that thing she often did where she stole his favorite coffee mug and took a few sips out of it. She said everything tasted better out of it, and even in his exasperation with her theft, he couldn't exactly deny it. It was a nice mug, and he had fantastic taste in coffee.

And so, that evening after the team had gobbled down two entire lasagna trays, one meat and one veggie, Lucanis went into the larder and spent around an hour pointedly ignoring Spite, who, as expected, eventually got bored and left him alone with his thoughts. In that time, he'd managed to read a few short chapters of the book assigned at this week's book club and prepared to meet with Rook. When he was satisfied, he made his way up the stairs, ignoring the restless feeling in his stomach.

He knocked on the door and within a moment or two Rook opened it. He was hit with a thick waft of sweet fragrance and warmth as she did, the smell of her soap mingling with the scented candles she had burning by her bedside. He looked down at her, and it seemed she had already dressed for bed. Odd. She wore a satin night-robe tied loosely over a satin chemise. It looked soft and comfortable, but perhaps a little chilly, given the way her nipples poked through the fabric.

“Luca?” she said, repeating the nickname she'd given him, “Luca! I'm glad you came! Do you like brandy? I received a really nice gift-bottle and thought you might share it with me?”

Lucanis suddenly saw himself and her as if from the outside looking in. Her big smile and tousled, curly hair let out of its usual braid. The tasteful bit of cleavage peeking from behind the lace trim of her chemise. The fire in the hearth behind her. The two crystal glasses and decanter set out on the coffee table. Her huge bed stacked with velvety pillows and blankets.

He looked at her, then back into the room, then back at her increasingly confused expression. A realization dawned on him.

“Wait...” Lucanis propped himself against the doorframe with squinted, suspicious eyes, “Are you trying to have sex with me?”

She stared at him dumbfounded for a moment, then straightened up a bit and shrugged.

“Uh, yeah,” She blinked, "Kinda."

“Why?”

What do you mean why? She fought to keep her palm from colliding with her face in exasperation, in the hopes the situation was still salvageable. She calmly explained, “Why do you think? Because I like you and find you attractive.”

To that, he merely stared at her a moment, frowned, and then wagged his finger at her, in blame, confusion and disbelief. He then stormed off, disappearing down the hall.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Rook let out a deep breathy growl of frustration and fell face-first onto her bed. How, of all of the men she could have found herself having feelings for, did she manage to pick the most skittish one possible? Getting him to open up had been like pulling teeth, and now that she finally was getting more than half-smiles and three word answers out of him, this happens. After a moment, she heard heavy footsteps returning, and her large, pointed ears perked up in response.

His voice rang out from her room's threshold once more, “And you did not think to tell me this?” She rolled onto her back. “I'm really not sure how much more obvious I could have been.”

“Bah.”

She lifted her head just in time to see him throw his hands up and wander off again. She sighed and sat up to a sitting position facing the door.

“Lucanis, just come back. Can we talk this out? Like adults?”

Suddenly he was back in the doorway, scowling and tapping his foot impatiently, “I don't know. Can you tell me when you hatched this plan of yours?”

“What? There is no plan. Nothing hatched.” She scooted closer to the edge of the mattress, a subtle movement in his direction, “I just want to be closer to you. And tonight seemed... opportune.”

The field team had decided to take a day off tomorrow, which was why she had picked this evening. They wouldn't have to worry about an early rise the next day, and if things went well could have plenty of time together.

“Ah, right,” Then a lengthy pause. On the other side of the doorway, Lucanis' mind was moving a mile a minute, reliving the moments they had shared together leading up until this point and picking them apart for the cues that he had obviously missed. “So, when you suggested we read that book on wyverns for book club?”

“Illario told me you like them.”

“Do you like them?”

“Does it matter?” she pivoted. The fact was, she couldn't care less about wyverns, “I knew you'd find it interesting, so I made the suggestion. I wanted to make you happy.”

“So you could have sex with me!”

“Oh, for fuck's sake, Luca,” she groaned again, “Can you please explain to me what the problem is?”

“The problem is that I thought we were operating as a professional partnership.”

“We are a professional partnership!” She wanted to scream but didn't, “You're in the Veilguard.”

“And now I learn there has been this insidious secret thread woven through the whole thing,” he argued pointedly, not quite raising his voice, but his face already flushed with anger or maybe embarrassment, “If I had noticed earlier I would have- I could have-”

“What?” Now was her turn to throw her hands up in frustration.

“I could have left! I could have put another Crow in my place.”

“Why would you have done that?”

“Because of this!” He gestured wildly between them, more frenzied and emotionally charged than she'd ever seen him. “Entanglement!”

“Contrary to what the chantry preaches, being 'entangled' is not some horrible sin, Lucanis.”

“Oh but it is. Entanglements get you killed. Or they are used to manipulate you. Or they die. Or they are used to manipulate you and then you both die!” He stared at her with pleading eyes, “We can't... do... this! There's too much at stake!” He laughed bitterly, “And you should be the one saying this, by the way, not me.”

That's what this is about?

“You're afraid that something is going to happen to us because you care about me and I care about you,” She followed the thought to its natural conclusion, “Right? You also have feelings? For me?”

“Of course I do. What do you think I am, a moron?”

At that, she couldn't help but laugh, “I wasn't sure I was your type.”

“I'm a mess. Everyone is my type. But even if that were false, you'd be my type.” He was surprisingly self-aware for someone so utterly oblivious. “I just didn't think I actually had a chance what with the demon and the bloody hands and the disastrous social graces.”

“Well, you do, so I guess we're all doomed,” she joked wryly.

“I guess so!” He gave the doorframe a sad little kick and then slid to the floor, arms collapsing over his knees.

She watched him silently, gently kicking her feet back and forth against the bedskirt. Her heart ached to see him so distressed. But so much about this utterly uncharacteristic outburst made sense now; she'd clearly hit on something very raw and sensitive without meaning to. And she'd hit it so hard that the scared little boy from his childhood came out and took over.

She had known about the physically brutal nature of his training by Caterina's hand, but hadn't considered that it might have affected him emotionally. It seemed like everything he thought about romantic feelings, about love, was horribly tainted and warped by fear and anxiety. She wondered if he'd ever been able to accept love from another person. If he'd ever truly been offered it.

“We'll be vulnerable. We could be used against each other. Like my parents-”

Her heart dropped. She'd never heard the full story of what had happened to them, but had assumed it was terribly tragic. He didn't finish the thought, and she wouldn't dare ask him to when he was in this state, but it was obvious now that she had been correct.

He rubbed his face with his hands in a desperate attempt to self-soothe and leaned back against the doorframe. He counted their shared enemies on his fingertips, “The Venatori, the Qunari invasion, the Evanuris. How are we supposed to defeat them like this?”

“I don't know,” she slid to the floor and crawled over to him. He watched her approach for a moment, then shook his head, and sighed. When she got to him she slid in close and rested her chin on his shoulder. “But maybe we do it together?”

He glanced at her again, the worry and resistance clear in his face, and she kissed him on the cheek. She then looped her arm in his and nuzzled in.

He took a deep breath, and then grumbled, matter of factly, “That might have been the first thing Caterina ever taught me: when you're working a job, always keep emotions out of it. Always.” He punctuated his words by chopping his left hand with his right.

“Maybe she was wrong.”

“It wouldn't be fair if she was. It would be like being rewarded for greed.”

“And so instead you should be punished? For wanting connection?” For needing love?

“Everyone can't have everything.”

“Maybe,” she stroked his hand with her own, intertwining their fingers, “Maybe not.”

He was still upset, but the warm sensations of her hand on his and her hair tickling his neck were disarming him in a way he wasn't sure he was ready for. They sat like that for a while; her breath fluttering against his collarbone and her chest pressed against him. He felt like if he concentrated, they were close enough for him to feel her heartbeat. It was... nice.

“I'm sorry for blaming you. I know you are-”

“Not an evil temptress out to steal your soul?”

“Mierda. Is that how I sounded?” He thought for a moment, “Yeah. That's how I sounded.”

“Well, for the record, I still like you. And all is forgiven. As long as you stay,” she brought his hand to her mouth and set a gentle kiss on it, “And work through this with me.”

“I can do that.”

“Good.” He could feel her smiling into his shoulder, “We will find a way to keep each other safe. And we'll be happy. And it'll be fine.”

“Okay.” He sounded a tad unconvinced. He turned her hand over, and as she had done to his, kissed it. Then, with more resolve, he repeated himself, “Okay.”

“Now, can we please get up off the floor?”

“Yeah, I could use a sip of that brandy.”

“Me too.”

[wolfawaycamp]

LauraMax & Rylan go on a double date.

🌦️ I realised, as I was writing this, that this is also sort of an answer to your lauraryan besties who hate each other+maxdylan besties ask. enjoy :)

To both Laura and Ryan's dismay, Dylan and Max got along like a house on fire.

Their boyfriends having other friends was not at all an issue— for Ryan at least, he knew Laura could have a little bit of a possessive streak. No, the issue was this: awkwardly sitting across from each other in a restaurant as Dylan and Max caught up. They weren't being forgotten— Dylan had his hand on his knee, squeezing it intermittently, and Max was definitely holding Laura's hand under the table— but it was just weird. That tension had never really gone away, not completely, even though they'd saved each other’s skins.

They just had nothing in common— nothing concrete, at least.

“Inigo rolled in mud again on a walk, so we had to put him in the bath— well, you know how bathing him goes down. Laur got completely soaked. I have pictures actually, wait,” Max said, and started scrolling through his phone.

Dylan responded, “You sure he wasn't a cat in a past life?”

Max found the pictures and faced his phone towards Dylan and was flicking through them. Ryan was reminded of when his grandparents showed Dylan his baby pictures. “Oh my god,” Dylan laughed, “Is he a waterbender?”

Max pointed his screen at Ryan so he could see and Ryan immediately had to try to hide his amusement; he could feel Laura's death glare on him. In the picture, Laura’s mascara was all over her face, and her hair was drenched and limp. Her face looked defeated, and the dog was a blur of movement. He was sure he was failing at hiding how funny it was, because Laura’s glare intensified.

He was saved by the arrival of the waitress, who asked for drinks, first turning to Dylan.

“Cherry soda?”

She nodded and turned to Ryan. “Uh, orange juice. Please.”

Laura blinked at him. The waitress wanted her order. “...Orange juice, too.”

Honestly, Ryan half-thought Laura was going to order hard liquor to get through this interaction.

Finally, Max’s order was: “Root beer!”

The waitress tapped her pencil against the notepad. “You guys ready to order food?”

“Yeah,” Laura answered for all of them. Ryan quickly decided on ordering the veggie burger. He'd been turned off red meat after that night.

Max ordered spaghetti. Laura ordered… “A veggie burger, thanks.”

It was Ryan's turn to blink at her. What was going on?

“Um. A veggie burger for me. Please.”

Dylan ordered lasagna, probably because his conversation with Max had a detour talking about Garfield at one point, then smiled at Ryan knowingly.

Ryan looked at Laura, and found she was looking at him, trying to figure him out.

They had something in common, he supposed.

[stardustedknuckles]

I've considered the prevailing opinion a lot of folks seem to have that yasha never rages anymore and there's some fun in asking when is the last time in her life she's gone six months without raging, but I can't help it. It feels disingenuous to the whole story of her finding and claiming her own strength and purpose to relegate her rage to something as simple as a symbol of trauma. I don't think it's been six months since she's raged. I don't think it's been six days. I think a free and happy Yasha is a passionate Yasha who puts herself entirely into everything she does and I don't really think the veggies get a free pass, yanno. I think she rages when she's excited and she rages when it's going to impress a bunch of kids. She rages when the lasagna bakes all the way through for the first time and when she bangs her hip on the edge of the kitchen table she raged to cut from the wood herself.

Yasha's story was never about healing from her rage or turning away from violence. It's always been a part of her and it's part and parcel with the strength she's proud of. She was never only strong because she had to be. She was always strong, and also she had to be. The fact that she gets to choose - narratively, because she's free, and mechanically since her rage is now indefinite - is all that matters. She didn't get those scars from gardening, and she didn't get a Chainbreaker tattoo in memoriam of a purpose and a role as the avatar of the stormlord that she'd only just embraced when we last saw her.

We got a glimpse into their lives. That's all it was, a glimpse. A random day in which happiness looked like rubbing Beau's feet and picking flowers from their garden. There are so many ways to find joy every day and I don't see any reason that what brought it out in her before - what she could do, who she could be on her own terms with all of her might at her own control - should be completely discarded in favor of viewing all of her accomplishments as synonymous with trauma and things to be left behind. It just doesn't track to me.

[yourpenpaldee]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ GET TO KNOW ME TAG

Thank you @honeybewrites for the tag! This is their post, which I highly recommend you should check out :)

RULES:

Answer the questions because I want to get to know you better :D

Do you have a pet?

Not at the moment, but I would really like one! I would love to have a dog, but there's so many to choose from! I'm currently obsessed with Maltipoos. My last pet was a family cat that we had for about 12 years.

Comfort food?

Fettuccine chicken alfredo or lasagna, no question about it. Chicken alfredo was the first dish I learned to cook, and lasagna nights were my favorite growing up because it wasn't an everyday thing. I'm convinced that pasta is the key to my heart.

How many languages do you speak?

Only two fluently, which are English and ASL. I enjoyed learning Spanish in high school and would love to be consistent with it again! I always get a good start, but then fall off and don't pick back up on it until months later. Because of my best friends, I'd also really love to learn Vietnamese and Creole! I'm the worst multi-tasker though, so I'd need to learn one at a time.

Random fact about yourself.

This statement is a reminder for me to make a list of facts about myself because I never know what to say. But when I was younger, I was convinced I wanted to be a chef. Most nights, I would watch my mom cook in the kitchen and always enjoyed helping out when she'd let me! My mom let me practice cooking dinner one night when I was 16 (surprise, it was chicken alfredo!), and I loved it! I still love it now, but there's no way I'm reaching Gordon Ramsey status.

Something you're proud of?

I'm going to piggyback off of HoneyBe on this one and say starting up this blog! I was super hesitant and was lurking on an old tumblr account I made back in late middle school / early high school. Putting myself out there has never been an easy thing, but I'm glad to have done it because I've found a happiness I haven't felt in a long time. I've met a lot of amazing people on here with an amazing talent I hope to obtain one of these days :)

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@kathaliabloodyrose @leahnardo-da-veggie ♡

[invisibleraven]

massaging their shoulders after a long day / sweet tarts

Carrie had just twisted herself out of warrior's pose when she heard the door open, and smiled despite herself.

"Hey doll!" Reggie called out, the sound of his heavy boots in the hall.

"In here!"

"Just gotta wash up first."

Carrie rolled up her yoga mat as she heard the sink turn on, traipsing to the powder room where Reggie was attempting to scrub the oil and grease from his hands. She wound her arms around his torso, perching on her tiptoes to kiss his jaw. "Hey sinta, good day?"

He hummed, towelling off before turning in her arms to give her a proper kiss. "Yeah, got to work on a sweet Mercedes and I made good progress on the Harley."

If you asked Carrie as a child, she would have never guessed she would end up with a mechanic. However, after one stormy night when her pretty pink Porsche broke down, Reggie was the one to give her a tow. He made the whole miserable experience a good one just by making her smile and laugh all while coming to her rescue. The rest had been history.

"How was your day?" Reggie asked, the two of them swaying together, grinning just from being close to each other.

"Meetings and planning mostly, but I also picked us up a lasagna for supper, should be done before too long," she replied. Carrie would never profess to be a great cook, but luckily Reggie didn't mind her making food from frozen or simple meals.

"Knew it smelled good in here," he replied, the two of them making their way to the kitchen. "I'll make us a salad?"

She nodded, grabbing the veggies from the fridge, but turned when she heard Reggie hiss. "You okay?"

He nodded, rotating his arm. "Yeah, shoulder is a bit tweaked from carrying around parts of the engine block I'm tinkering with. I'll put some heat on it later."

"You want me to rub it?" Carrie offered. '

"Doll I'm never gonna not want your hands on me," he replied with a wink.

Carrie scowled, but shooed him to a chair, and began digging her fingers into the muscles of his shoulders. "Oof, I've felt softer bricks."

Reggie chuckled. "Yeah, one drawback of doing physical labour, you get some tense muscles. You know you get stiff after dance practice too."

"I stretch before and after, so I'm nowhere near this bad," Carrie snarked back, pressing her thumb into a particularity bad knot, smirking when Reggie hissed and then moaned as it gave way. "Might be something to consider."

"I think the guys at the garage would give me crap if I start doing downward dog before I strip a muffler."

"I bet you five bucks half of them would join you if you asked," Carrie retorted. "I'll even come in and teach you."

"And have them ogle you in your yoga gear? Pass." He leaned back and grinned at her. "That's all for me."

"I wear this stuff when I go to my classes and runs you know."

"And I don't know how you deal with all those eyes on you because you are stunning."

"Even all sweaty and gross?"

"Especially then."

"You're a liar and I love you for it," she said, leaning down to kiss him. "Now, how's the shoulders?"

Reggie got up and moved himself around, Carrie appreciating the view as he flexed and stretched, his muscles on display in his thin tank.

"All good, thanks to you and your magic hands doll," Reggie replied.

Carrie was about to reply when the oven beeped. "Well how about you take your magic hands to make a salad and I'll get the garlic bread on the go so we can eat and see what else my hands can do after supper?"

Reggie gave a playful salute, dashing off to start on the salad, with Carrie on his heels to get the lasagna, looking forward to a quiet night in, and wondering if she could convince Reggie to reciprocate the massage later.

She was betting the odds would be in her favour.

[amcliawang]

who: AMELIA & OPEN.

where: Garden Market.

when: sometime in early October.

Amelia Wang was never one to cook at home, though she wanted to try out a recipe she had seen online. Something about veggie lasagna called out to her, and it was why she had decided to make a last minute trip to Garden Market. Amelia went to the produce section first, picking out a few things here and there. Once she chose the vegetables she wanted in her dish, Amelia moved to browse the different shelves in search of the pasta she was looking for. A sigh left her lips when she noticed it was at the very top of the self, all the way in the back. Looking around to make sure no one else was in the aisle, she tried to reach up on her tip toes to reach the box, though she was unsuccessful. Amelia mumbled something under her breath, before she retreated back. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed she wasn't alone anymore. "Sorry to bother you, but could you please help me grab that box of lasagna from the top shelf?" Amelia asked, a finger pointing to the brand she wanted. "I guess even in heels I can't reach the top."

[siberat]

Mukbang part 6

“So, how about we give these pancakes a try? *Grins* As I said prior, this treat is what I am most excited to try! I found this recipe online and was excited to try it for this event. Cinnamon Pancakes! These were fun to make; I loved watching them change color on the frying pan and fluff up! *Licks lips* I cannot wait to sink my teeth into these!

*Takes a bite, face lights up* Wow. That cinnabar is potent! But it’s so tasty and goes well with the fluffy and buttery taste of the breakfast cake. And this syrup? So sweet and warm! Perfect combination, if you ask me!

And it looks like a topic of conversation just pinged. *Reads text* Oh, this is definitely on point. But it's a tricky question for sure. *Looks at camera* Why do you all make me suffer so? Just listen to what this ‘Nonny asked. If you had to choose to only ever eat lunch, breakfast, or dinner for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

*Clearly throat* First, I am going to have to have a little chat with you. I don’t usually get angry, and I am trying to hold back the inner beast here. But listen. *Face goes stern as a finger is wagged at the camera* You forgot a meal. Dessert. How could you? You cannot forget about cannolis, cakes, ice cream, and pies! *Busts into laughter* I’m just playing; I am not mad. Though there really should be that fourth choice, however, that would not be the healthiest choice.

Hmmmmm *Face deep in thought* I suppose I couldn’t pick brunch? I think that would be considered cheating. * Takes another bite of pancake* This is tough. I simply adore breakfasts; they seem the most comforting and wholesome. And nothing beats chowing down on such rich and sweet foods first thing in the morning. Well, after my morning yoga and prayers.

But my absolute favorite meal would have to be supper. To me, it’s the most filling. I love Cyber/tonian sushi, noodles with all the fixings like a sunny-side-up egg, fresh veggies, and meat. *A dreamy look appears on face* Even some of Rat/chet’s favorites are up there, believe it or not. Greasy burgers and fries, lasagna, fried cyberchicken. *Giggles* Yes, I ate plenty of the food tonight. But another reason I enjoy suppers is that Rat/chet and I usually eat these meals together. Yes, our suppers are later in the evenings, but my mech loves coming home to a fresh, home-cooked meal on the table. *Pouts* if he runs late, sometimes I have to microwave them. *Gives a sweet smile, then devours the rest of the pancakes* But we always enjoy the time spent together!

Now it’s time to move on to another dish and another ask. What shall I try next, hmmm? *Bites lip while looking over the table* Ooooo, I know. This pudding. Doesn’t it look so yummy? It has a layer of crunchies on top of some thick whipped cream, then two flavors of pudding: amber and bronzite. And the very bottom is a moist bed of hematite cake. *Grabs a spoon and takes a bite* This is so rich and creamy!

Alright, the next question comes from Auto/bot Jerry. This is one crazy robo-mouse! Let’s see what’s on his mind. ‘Dri/ft, it’s Jerry! I always wondered how you’re able to eat so much and never get full, even from getting so huge. Speaking of, mind if I rest inside your flabs while you eat? Please? I haven’t bothered Rat/chet today, I promise!’

*Raises brow* Well, I am glad you haven’t pestered Rat/chet today, but I am banking on you saving that for another day. *Sighs* I’ll find out when you do; my lover always comes back in an extra grumpy mood when you do tease. *Eats more pudding*

How can I eat so much? Well, that’s simple. This food is just so flavorful and, dare I say, addictive. Each mouthful tastes like another! And before you know it, your dish is finished, and you are ready for another one. *Smiles and laughs* Now, about never getting full…. Well, that’s not quite the truth. Trust me, I am feeling it right now. *Rubs his grumbling belly* The dull aches are turning into a steady pain that’s radiating all over my belly. Do you hear my belly crying angrily? *Huffs out air* I just hope I can finish! *Gobbles up more pudding, licking some from his lips* My golly, I sure did get huge…Just look out how thick my thighs became and how my belly takes much of my lap!

But I am onto the best part of this treat. *Shows camera* I have reached the cake layer! *Scoops cake and pudding into mouth* Now, as for resting in my flab rolls…. Oh, I bet it would be so warm and cozy for sure! Perfect place to take a nap. Sadly, I am gonna have to decline, though. I am simply too stuffed to house a little robomouse between these rolls. I don’t think there’s enough room! Plus, my belly is all achy and quivery as is without you squirming around. You’ll have to take a rain check for another time. *Polishes off the pudding*

Well, that sure was scrumptious! And eating one sweet tastes like another. How about this Alti/hex roll? I just love this earthy-red brown shell and pink cream rolled in such a pretty little coil. And the confectionary copper flakes look ever so pretty. *Picks up the dish and shows camera* Now, this usually serves four. And I know I should save some for my conj/unx…All I can promise is to try! * Takes a huge bite, optics light up*

Hmmmmmmmm. Very tasty! The cake is light and fluffy, yet the cream filling is thick and sweet. Such a perfect combination! *A ping is heard* We have another ask from a viewer. This one comes from Soup. Oh, that is a lovely name…. soup is such a comforting food to eat on cold winter nights! But Soup wants to know my record for the most I have ever eaten in one sitting. *Raises brows*

Not to sound lame, but I think this time. I know I came close some other times, but if I finish all these plates of food, this one will take the cake. * Chuckles, eating another large slice of rolled cake* I rarely go overboard like this, to be honest. While it feels ever so lovely and cozy to be soft and squishy like this… *Kneads at pliable belly flab* …The next few days are going to be restrictive. Sure, I can walk still…*Optics dart back and forth* Well, at least I hope so. Waddling would be more like it! *Nervously chuckles, takes another bite*

 But it’s challenging. Plus, the extra weight gets tiresome lugging around and you get out of breath so quickly. I ensure I have a few days off after eating so much. *Shrugs* You know time off doesn’t come around often.

Needless to say, I cannot overindulge myself to this extent that much.

This kind of ties into another question I just received from Hoot. ‘Has your weight gain been distracting to yourself or other crew mates?’ *Tilts his helm as the last of the cake roll is consumed* Yes, it has distracted other crew members, and sadly, some of it wasn’t very nice. When I get this huge, I usually don’t go strolling out and about. Thankfully, no emergencies ever popped up that needed my presence. I typically make sure some other high-ranking officer is available.

But I have gone out and about with more of a starter belly. Most mech’s didn’t really care. *Optics glance over remaining dishes, widening upon spotting the next dish, a cinnamon bun* There would be some glances at my spare tire, and some would try to poke. *Bites lip* I don’t mind if Rat/chet pokes at me, but I do not like to be touched by other mechs. I know it wasn’t meant in jest, but it makes me uncomfortable. *Sighs*

But let me interrupt by showing off this little gem. Just look at all this thick icing on top of this cinnamon bun! This is going to be such a sugary snack! And it’s going to go right to my hips.

*Takes a bite* Hmmmmmmm… Very fresh, buttery taste. And the icing? Very delightful! *Smacks lips* But to continue on what I was saying. Who would think it’s alright to just walk up to someone and touch them? Does anyone else find that invasive? I’m not talking about a clap on the back or touching my arm… poking a tummy is…a bit private, I think. *Takes another bite* Some people get too handsy if you ask me.

But I noticed some turned heads as I wonder about. Some linger long enough to make me question if they like what they see. *Winks*

But then some laugh and make fun. Wh/irl was the worst. I mean, okay, I can overlook the staring at my paunch, but the calling out was embarrassing. I was at Swe/rves, and he shouted insults about my weight and appearance across the whole bar. He hollered stuff like fat pig, heifer, what a lumpy sack of slag. *Cheeks redden* And to hear the laughter erupt from other bar patrons? It was just too much! Trust me, I have been called worse but turned right around and left. *Takes another large bite of the baked good*

 They act as if chub is the most disgusting thing in the world. Like it’s some kind of disease that if you get too close, you’ll catch it. *Shakes helm* They need to learn more about contagious diseases. And understand that just because someone sports a belly, they still deserve to be treated with respect. We’re not cyber/animals, after all. *Finishes off cinnamon bun*

However, I do not wish to dwell on the bad times. Now, Have I ever distracted myself? Never during anything super important. I am good at staying focused on the tasks at hand. However, during…um... *Sheepishly smiles* I sure hope he’s not watching! But during Ult/ra Mag/nus’ long, rambling speeches, I caught myself idly groping belly flab. It just helps pass the time during the boring- I mean informative speeches. *Smiles* Really, Ult/ra Mag/nus makes several good and wise points… he just tends to get into so much detail over everything. Before you know it, you just listened to how important it is to use matching paperclips or something like that. *Shakes helm* He means well, I can tell you that.

This has been ever so fun tonight. I sure am enjoying myself so far. How about my lovely viewers? Are you having a good time? I sure hope so! It sure has been fun sharing a meal together and getting to know each other! And I am almost finished, though, definitely going to struggle to finish! Please send good, encouraging thoughts!

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Still taking on more askes! So, if you have a question for Dri/ft, send it in! You can send multiples. Also, if you wanted to ask as another T/F character- just state so! Let’s keep this mukbang going and see if our dear swordsmech can handle all that food infront of him!

[emeraldkays]

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

his favourite meal was a sunday roast.

nothing hit home like a big dinner filled with a large section of assorted meats, his favourite green veggies (and the other ones), potatoes and whatever else the chef has to offer.

he's not really fussy with food, forever having a big appetite and all. he's just grateful to be eating.

he does however have an extremely sweet tooth, especially for chocolate.

that was one thing he always carried around with him and would eat at the most inappropriate times. you vividly remember him coming over, opening a box of chocolates and complaining about how tony had scolded him for eating chocolate during a conference meeting.

you put it down to being his comfort food.

pineapple on pizza? yes.

fruits on any savoury food was a yes for loki.

but not any fruit.

he liked bananas but hated the texture.

he found kiwis beautiful to look at but tasted otherwise.

he adored grapes so much to the point where he wanted to resurrect and then murder whoever's idea it was to make raisins.

he loved all his veggies. just not courgettes.

the first time he tried it was when you made a vegetable lasagna. he tried his best to stomach it for your sake but couldn't torture himself any longer, excusing himself from the table to spit it out. he explained that it wasn't your cooking, but just the 'deceiving overgrown cucumber'.

a/n: pineapple on pizza is so delish 😋 my personal opinion. but i do feel like loki would love it.

[cleromancy]

dick qnr tim can both follow simple recipes, and dick has a set of staple meals he can mix and match with--stir fry, egg scrambles and omelettes, rice n beans, that sort of thing. its not a priority but hes mostly capable and not a total disaster in the kitchen unless either he's got a lot going on or he's trying to impress someone. tim only cooks rarely because its not a priority for him if he has no one to cook *for,* and if dana or janet was still alive tim would 100% be the kid who calls just to be like "help 🥺 how do you 'fold in' ingredients and does it matter if you actually mix dry ingredients first" (literally neither of them would know, but they'd love that they heard from him. like he would have to ask alfred anyway and alfred is pretty much always of the opinion that you should do something the ~right~ way and not wanting to do the dishes is no excuse)

jason makes comfort food more than anything else--cheap, filling, probably a lot of cheese or butter or both but also good sources of protein and veggies and all. if Jason's making anything more fiddly or difficult than the best frittata you've ever had in your life, your jason is stressed 😤😤 that is not behavior of happy relaxed jasons 😤😤

cass, no, just no. cass's favorite recipes are shredded cheese from the bag or like four plain tortillas. she sometimes will eat frozen leftover lasagna still frozen, like ice cream. given the proper motivation she *could* follow instructions--you'd have to describe what you meant by various kitchen implements and she would definitely get frustrated at points (shes the type of perfectionist that usually HATES things that don't come naturally to her, and so much of cooking instruction is either vocabulary she wouldn't know or "use your instinct" but by instinct they mean experience), but shes nothing if not determined and task-focused when sufficiently motivated, its just that you'd have to try REALLY hard to finagle a scenario that would motivate her enough in this particular area

damimi when hes still pretty young has no interest in cooking but when he gets older his particular brand of perfectionism means hes going to do shit like. lose control of his life and spend like two days straight making incredibly elaborate fancy dumplings that do turn out incredible and impressive which, like, he was definitely trying to impress whoever they were for so they had to be perfect and if the weren't no one would ever know bc he would throw them all away. solid chance he lets whoever he's trying to impress think he just got them catered instead of making them himself bc he got scared at the last minute theyd correctly realize he was Trying Too Hard. but they do turn out incredible.

also as a bonus- Barbara likes both cooking and baking and redid her kitchen to be wheelchair accessible. baking is the thing she does in between tasks that have downtime bc she finds it very satisfying to get all the timing to match up. scheduling go brrrrrr. she's got the broadest mental repertoire of recipes bc unlike say dick or tim she is *not* the type of person that is satisfied only eating the same 3 or 4 meals most of the time, she needs variety and enjoys trying new things