#festival de chocolate

[queroviajarpaula]

Festival do Chocolate de Petrópolis.

A cidade de Petrópolis,no Rio de Janeiro,será sede do Festival do Chocolate.

Ele acontecerá entre os dias 26 a 28 de julho e de 02 a 04 de agosto no icônico Palácio de Cristal.

Serão vários expositores,bares,shows,oficinas gastronômicas,espaço para as crianças e inclusive competições de escultura de chocolate! Imagina que demais?

Nas sextas-feiras será a partir das 14:00 até meia noite.

Já sábados e domingos será a partir das 10 da manhã e irá até meia noite.

Esse evento tem tudo pra ser divertido e delicioso!😋

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[lifeofloon]

🎉 All the things we ate at the Epcot International Food and Wine Festival! 🎉

OMG! The Pickle Shake is AMAZING!!!! Its sweet and the dill is a very fresh and unexpected flavor to it. It's a lot though, so recommend sharing this one.

Nitrogen frozen Sweet Potato Mousse with candied pecans and caramel sauce. Wow, this was so good as well. Creamy like ice cream and the crunch of nuts added the perfect mouth feel.

Perogies with kielbasa and sauteed onions. These were just sorta meh. Probably better fresh, which these were not. And that tiny piece of meat was laughable.

Pan de elote with chocolate sauce. Another WOW for us. More like a sweet corn cake than cornbread that matches perfectly with the chocolate drizzle.

Grilled Greek Cheese with pistachios. I called this one the shit skid on a plate. This was just embarrassing. The picture on the right is what it's advertised to be. Tastes like the burned cheese scraping off a skillet.

[bewitchingkitchen]

LA BUCHE DE NOEL

Not my first time making it, but in the past I was not fully happy with the results. I show you two ways to decorate it, but will share only the most recent recipe, cake portion courtesy of Helen Fletcher, my beloved virtual mentor! BUCHE DE NOEL(adapted from Helen Fletcher’s Pastrieslikeapro) for the chocolate spongecake:¾ cup sifted cake flour (75 grams)¼ cup sifted cocoa (25 grams)¼ teaspoon…

[onlyhereforthestories]

Christmas Morning Magic (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

And here it is, advents final day. What a whirlwind. I must say this really was a challenge but I hope you all enjoyed. Merry Christmas Eve

The first rays of Christmas morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom. You stirred slightly in bed, not fully awake but aware of the empty space beside you where Alexia had been. The faint sound of movement came from somewhere in the house, but your half-asleep brain didn’t dwell on it. Instead, you burrowed deeper into the warm cocoon of blankets, lulled by the peaceful silence.

Alexia, meanwhile, was on a mission. She had slipped out of bed early, careful not to wake you, and made her way to the kitchen. She grinned to herself as she tied an apron around her waist, her hands already reaching for the ingredients she’d meticulously gathered the day before. Today wasn’t just any day; it was your first Christmas morning together in your shared home, and she wanted it to be perfect.

Her plan was simple yet thoughtful: a surprise breakfast in bed, complete with holiday-themed pancakes, your favourite hot chocolate, and a little extra magic to make the morning unforgettable.

She started with the pancakes, whisking the batter with practiced ease. To give them a festive touch, she added a few drops of red and green food colouring, dividing the batter into two bowls. The result? A stack of cheery Christmas pancakes that made her smile even before they hit the pan.

As the pancakes cooked, the aroma of warm vanilla and butter filled the kitchen. She hummed softly to herself, occasionally peeking over her shoulder toward the bedroom door to ensure you were still asleep.

Once the pancakes were ready, she moved on to the hot chocolate. She heated milk on the stove, stirring in rich cocoa powder and a pinch of cinnamon, just the way you liked it. Whipped cream and a sprinkle of crushed peppermint completed the mugs, making them look as festive as they smelled.

Satisfied with the breakfast, Alexia turned her attention to the pièce de résistance: the mini Christmas tree she had hidden in the hall closet. She had spent hours the previous night creating personalized ornaments for it, each one representing a cherished memory you’d shared. There was a tiny soccer ball for the first game you’d attended together, a painted plane to symbolize your first trip, and even a little replica of your shared home.

She carried the tree into the bedroom with great care, setting it on the dresser before arranging a few other small decorations around it. She placed a garland of twinkling fairy lights along the headboard and a vase of fresh flowers on the bedside table.

Finally, she returned to the kitchen to assemble the tray. Alongside the pancakes and hot chocolate, she added a small bowl of fresh berries and a folded napkin with a sprig of holly for decoration. With one last glance to ensure everything looked perfect, she picked up the tray and headed back to the bedroom.

You woke to the sound of the door creaking open, blinking groggily as Alexia entered, balancing the tray carefully in her hands.

“Merry Christmas,” she said softly, her voice warm and full of love.

Your face broke into a sleepy smile as you propped yourself up on the pillows. “What’s all this?”

“Breakfast in bed,” she announced, setting the tray down on your lap. “Made with love. And maybe a little too much food colouring.”

You glanced down at the festive pancakes, your smile widening. “Alexia, this is amazing. You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to,” she replied, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s our first Christmas morning together here, and I wanted to make it special.”

You reached for her hand, squeezing it gently. “You’ve already made it perfect just by being here.”

Her cheeks flushed at your words, and she leaned over to press a kiss to your temple. “Well, it’s about to get even better. Look over there.”

She gestured toward the dresser, where the mini Christmas tree stood twinkling in the soft morning light. Your eyes widened as you took it in, the carefully chosen ornaments immediately catching your attention.

“Did you really make those?” you asked, your voice filled with awe.

She nodded, a sheepish smile on her face. “I thought it’d be nice to have something that reminds us of all the moments that brought us here.”

You swung your legs over the side of the bed, abandoning the breakfast tray for a moment as you walked over to the tree. You picked up the little soccer ball ornament, running your fingers over its smooth surface.

“This is from the first game we went to together,” you said softly, more to yourself than to her. Your fingers moved to the painted plane. “And this, this is from Barcelona. Our first trip.”

Alexia watched you with a quiet smile, her heart swelling at your reaction.

“These are amazing,” you said, turning back to her. “Thank you. For all of this.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied, pulling you into a hug. “But don’t think you’re getting off the hook. I have one more surprise.”

She reached behind the tree and pulled out a small, neatly wrapped box with a red bow on top.

“Alexia,” you said, your voice filled with playful protest, “we said no big gifts this year.”

“It’s not big,” she promised, handing you the box. “Just… open it.”

You carefully unwrapped the box, your heart racing slightly with anticipation. Inside was a delicate silver necklace with a single charm: a tiny snowflake engraved with the date of your first Christmas together.

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, your fingers brushing over the charm.

“I wanted you to have something to remember this day by,” she said, her voice soft. “Something to remind you how much you mean to me.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you looked up at her. “You’re going to make me cry on Christmas morning.”

She laughed, pulling you into a tight embrace. “That wasn’t the goal, but I’ll take it.”

The two of you returned to the bed, where you shared the breakfast Alexia had prepared. Between bites of pancakes and sips of hot chocolate, you exchanged stories of past Christmases, laughing over childhood memories and marvelling at how far you’d come together.

Later, as the morning stretched into the afternoon, you curled up together under a cozy blanket, a holiday movie playing softly in the background. The mini Christmas tree glowed warmly in the corner, a testament to the love and thought Alexia had poured into the day.

“This,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder, “is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

She pressed a kiss to the top of your head, her arms tightening around you. “Mine too,” she murmured.

[uhbambii]

A Satinalia to Remember

The Dellamorte villa had been transformed. What was once a stately, shadowed retreat of tall pillars, marble floors, and quiet menace now sparkled with golden light and festive color. Twinkling candles lined every windowsill, garlands draped the staircases, and ribbons in deep greens and reds cascaded from every imaginable surface. The air smelled of pine, cinnamon, and something sweet—likely the cookies Rook had insisted that Lucanis prepare earlier that day, all while she “taste tested” the batter.

Lucanis stood in the doorway of the parlor, one arm braced against the frame, a cup of black coffee in hand. His dark eyes scanned the room with a slow, practiced deliberation, but no amount of training could prepare him for this level of… festive assault.

His gaze finally landed on the culprit. Rook was curled up on the couch beneath a soft blanket, one leg tucked under her, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of hot chocolate. She had decorated herself almost as much as the room—her hair tied loosely back, a soft sweater that hinted at curves he knew far too well, and the faintest dusting of powdered sugar on her cheek from earlier “taste testing.”

“You know,” he began, his voice a velvety mix of amusement and exasperation, “I’m starting to think the that the De Riva Crows sent you to drown me in garlands and twinkling lights.”

Rook glanced up, her eyes sparkling. “Is that your way of saying you like it?”

Lucanis crossed the room, his stride unhurried, predatory in its precision, before settling onto the couch beside her. He leaned back, stretching his arm along the top of the couch, his fingers idly brushing her shoulder. “Like is a strong word,” he teased, taking a slow sip of coffee. “I’m just wondering if I’ll ever be able to look at my villa again without seeing glitter in the shadows.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic,” Rook replied, smirking as she leaned against him. Her head rested on his shoulder, and she sighed contentedly. “It’s Satinalia! You’re supposed to enjoy it, not sit there brooding like some tragic hero from a bard’s tale.”

“Tragic hero?” He chuckled, a low, rich sound that sent a shiver down her spine. “Tesoro mio, I am neither tragic nor a hero. If anything, I’m the shadow lurking behind the bard, waiting for the right moment to cut his strings.”

Rook rolled her eyes, though her smile betrayed her amusement. “You can’t even let Satinalia soften you, can you? All this warmth, this beauty…” She gestured dramatically to the room.

“It’s my charm,” he replied smoothly, his dark eyes glittering as they met hers. “You seem to enjoy it well enough.”

“Hmm.” Rook took a slow sip of her hot chocolate, her lips quirking into a smirk over the rim of her mug. “I do enjoy it. But you know what I’d enjoy more?”

“Do tell,” Lucanis drawled, setting his coffee aside. He leaned closer, his arm tightening around her shoulders. “I’m dying to know what else I can do to make you happy, amore mio.”

She tilted her face up toward his, her eyes locked on his. “Well,” she began, her voice dropping just slightly, “I’d enjoy it if you stopped pretending you don’t love all of this.” Her free hand gestured to the tree, the garlands, the twinkling lights. “Admit it. You love it. You love me. And you love the idea of doing this every year—with our child.”

Lucanis froze for a fraction of a second, his sharp composure cracking just enough for her to notice. His fingers tightened slightly around his coffee cup before he set it down beside her mug, turning to face her fully.

"Our child?" he repeated, his voice low and smooth, though the faintest trace of surprise flickered in his dark eyes.

“Yes,” Rook said matter-of-factly, setting her mug down and turning to face him fully. “Our child. The one we’ll have someday, who will absolutely adore Satinalia because I’ll make sure they have all the best memories of it. And they’ll think their father is ridiculous for pretending to hate decorating.”

Lucanis chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ve already planned their childhood, have you? Impressive. Tell me, have involved am I in this scheme of yours.”

“Oh, you’re very much a part of it.” She leaned in, her voice a playful whisper. “You’re going to be the one handing me the tinsel while I tell them stories about how their father tried to outlaw fun before I got here.”

“Outlaw fun?” he repeated, his tone mock-offended. “You make me sound like some kind of tyrant.”

“Maybe you are,” she teased, her fingers lightly tracing the line of his jaw. “But I like tyrants. Especially handsome ones with dark eyes and even darker secrets.”

His grin widened, and he caught her wrist, bringing her hand to his lips to press a kiss against her palm. “Flattery will get you everywhere, tesoro.”

“Good,” Rook murmured, her voice softening as she leaned closer. “Because I have plans for you, Lucanis Dellamorte. Big plans. Decorating, parenting, maybe even teaching you how to smile without looking like you’re about to stab someone.”

He raised an eyebrow, feigning shock. “You mean you think I can be taught? I must be more charming than I thought.”

“You’re something,” she replied, her lips curving into a smirk.

Lucanis's smile softened as he tilted her chin up with a gentle touch, his dark eyes holding hers as if she were the only thing that existed. "You know, tesoro, you've turned this villa into something more than I ever imagined it could be," he murmured, his thumb brushing her cheek. "A place where I actually want to stay. A home. Our home."

Rook laughed softly, her fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. "Don't worry, Lucanis. I'll keep your secret... mostly. Although I think I might enjoy people knowing just how soft you are when it comes to me."

His hand slid down to her waist, his touch lingering as he pulled her even closer. "Soft, am I?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing as his lips brushed along the curve of her jaw. "Careful, Rook, or I'll have to remind you just how dangerous I can be."

"Oh, I'm terrified," she teased back, her voice warm and full of laughter. But her breath hitched as his lips traveled lower, trailing a line of heat along her neck, his hands sliding over her curves with a possessive reverence.

Lucanis's smile deepened as he tilted her chin up with a touch that was both firm and tender, his dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "Do you have any idea what you've done to me, tesoro mio?" he murmured, his thumb brushing slowly along the curve of her jaw. "You've turned my life upside down-and somehow, I can't bring myself to care."

Before Rook could reply, he leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was far from gentle. It was deep and consuming, the kind of kiss that stole her breath and made her knees weak. His hand slid from her chin to cradle the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he tilted her head to deepen the angle. The pressure of his mouth against hers was unrelenting, as if he were determined to show her everything he couldn't quite put into words.

Rook's hands moved of their own accord, one curling around his neck while the other slid down his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his well-tailored shirt. The heat between them seemed to spark and grow with every touch, every brush of lips, until it felt like the air itself was charged with it.

When Lucanis finally pulled back, his breathing was uneven, his dark eyes burning as they locked onto hers. "You drive me mad," he murmured, his voice low and rough as his hands moved to her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips traced a heated path down the side of her neck, lingering at the sensitive spot just below her ear. "Do you know that, Rook? I can't think straight when you're near me."

Rook's laugh was soft and breathless as her hands slid up his chest to cup his face, tilting his head back so she could meet his gaze. "Good," she teased, though her voice wavered with the warmth pooling in her chest. "I wouldn't want to be the only one losing my mind tonight."

Lucanis's smirk returned, but it was darker now, more dangerous. "You're playing with fire, amore mio," he murmured, his lips brushing hers with teasing softness before pulling away just enough to make her chase him. His hands roamed her curves with deliberate slowness, as if memorizing every inch of her. "But I don't mind getting burned."

Before she could reply, he captured her lips again, this time with even more intensity. His kiss was demanding, his hands sliding over her hips and up her sides, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He pulled her closer, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric of her blouse to skim the bare skin of her back. The sensation sent a shiver through her, and she pressed herself against him, her nails grazing the back of his neck.

Lucanis groaned softly against her lips, the sound vibrating through her as his hands moved to her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as he stood. She let out a surprised laugh, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he carried her toward the bedroom with purpose in his stride.

"You could've warned me," she murmured, though the laughter in her voice betrayed her delight.

"And ruin the surprise?" he teased, his voice a low, velvety murmur. "I don't think so, tesoro."

When they reached the bedroom, Lucanis kicked the door shut behind them before lowering her onto the bed with a care that belied the hunger in his gaze. He hovered over her for a moment, his hands braced on either side of her as he studied her, his dark eyes tracing every feature of her face as if committing it to memory.

"You're dangerous," he said softly, his voice carrying a weight that made her heart race. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "You've wrapped me around your finger, Rook. And Maker help me, I don't ever want to break free."

Her breath hitched as he leaned down, his lips pressing against hers once more, slower this time, but no less passionate. His hand slid down her side, tracing the curve of her waist before moving to her thigh, his touch firm and deliberate. The weight of him above her, the heat of his touch, the way his lips moved against hers-all of it left her breathless and wanting more.

Rook's hands found their way beneath his shirt, her fingers skimming the hard planes of his chest as she pulled him closer. Her lips parted against his, and he took full advantage, deepening the kiss until it felt like nothing else in the world existed but them.

When he finally pulled back, his lips were swollen, his breathing ragged as he rested his forehead against hers. "Happy Satinalia, Rook," he murmured, his voice rough with affection and desire.

Rook smiled, her hands sliding up to cradle his face as she leaned into him. "Happy Satinalia, Lucanis."

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So I read somewhere that Satinalia is their version of Christmas? Idk but it was inspo 😌

Eat up? I’m working with bread crumbs atp!

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[charles-leclerizz]

🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑blue views

🏁 Pairings : Carlos Sainz X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : smut [nothing major, listed at the end of the writing], fluff, stress [which is aliviated by the smut]

🏁 Word Count : 3.6k words (3612 words)

🏁 Summary : It’s time to celebrate! For everyone else that is. You, on the other hand, will be planning your’s and your fiance’s “engagement week” festivities, until you die. That is, until an impromptu intervention is planned.

🏁 translations via radio comm below

🏁 credits : word dividers by @heavenlayt

🏁 Music player : Good to be by Mark Ambor

“Carlos!” You shouted out, leaning back against the heel of your soft wedges as you reached behind you for more cocktail glasses. The sound of your fiancé’s loafers against the terracotta staircase echoed throughout the ground level as he made his way to the kitchen, where you were working alongside half a dozen cooks.

“Si, Mariposa?” He came up behind you, plucking the crystal margarita glass from your fingers and taking a sip of the peachy, carbonated concoction that you had masterfully created. You giggled when he hummed happily and kissed your neck, “It’s delicious.”

“Ay, Ay, Señor. Tienes que esperar a la luna de miel” An elderly voice scolded from your left followed with a hollow bonk. Carlos hissed, rubbing the back of his head where a thick wooden rolling pin had struck him playfully, “You wound me, Maria.”

He followed with a pained “Literally.” When Maria had merely shot him a fond look over her shoulder as she went back to washing the tomatoes in the deep-set ceramic sink.

“You’re absolutely sure that everyone got the invites?” You leaned down to inspect the dozen drinks that you had made, “Because we invited at least 60 people, and if I make 60 drinks and there are not exactly 60 throats present to ingest them. You are going to remain abstinent until we’re married.”

Carlos stared at you open mouthed, a betrayed expression overtook his face, “So you would choose Maria’s wishes over mine? muy cruel.” He then bought his hands up from your waist to brush your hair from your shoulder, dragging his fingers up your arm-he slipped off the thin spaghetti strap of your white, cotton summer dress to press short, sweet kisses on your skin, “I mean can you really resist this?” He reasoned.

“It would be very easy Mi Amour.” You harrumphed, ignoring the tingling shocks that fluttered beneath your skin at the drag of his lips against your shoulder. You jolted forward when you felt his other hand travel from your waist, down to the front of your dress, “Carlos- I have so much to do. I mean I promised Alex and Lily I would make trifle for dessert, but then your parents have this one friend who hates custard! I mean did you hear the story, he literally puked, and I will not have him puke in my engagement party, nope. Not on my watch.”

You wagged your finger in the air before grabbing another five glasses from their upside-down position on the kitchen island where you were working. Taking the washcloth that sat comofortably in the front pocket of your plaid apron, you began wiping away the droplets of water from the crystal before continuing to babble about your long list of duties for the upcoming week of festivities.

“So, I need to also make these cute fruit tarts that I made that one time. But then I realised that Charles and Max hate kiwi, and the whole dessert is basically that, so for them I’m making this great chocolate gateau, the one at the restaurant? Since they really fucking liked that one.”

You grumbled out the last part, crushing up your freshly picked strawberries that had previously been resting in a metal strainer along with a cream, cotton cover up to keep them moist. The marble mortar grinded against the matching pestle as the sweet fruits reduced to a thick paste.

“On top of that the other like, 40 guests have very specific wants, so I have 20 different things to make along with this signature drink that Jenni designed for us! You know her, right? the bar tender at the other restaurant in Monaco, I learnt how to make it, and you said its good. It’s good right?”

You add a few cups of carbonated water to the pinkish paste in front of you, before turning back to Carlos, who had been patiently listening to you rant- mainly due to the fear that if he were to stop, you would give his ear the same treatment as the berries that remain crushed beneath you, “Si, mi mariposa. Very good.”

You sighed before fully spinning around to face him, resting your back on the dark wood counter, looping your hands around his neck, “I’m sorry Carlito.” You brush a singular strand of hair that fell from its carefully crafted style onto his forehead, “This isn’t very fun for you, is it?” You move onto your tiptoes to reach his cheek.

“Nonsense, I have Papa and Guillermo coming to help with the decorations outside, I think Blanca and Mama are also coming- to help.” He chuckles when you groan happily and bring his head down to kiss his lips graciously.

“Thank you, Mi Amour.” You murmur against his mouth, running your fingers through his hair as his arms came to circle your waist, pulling you against his chest. You sigh against him, melting in his embrace as you barely manage to hold yourself up and anchor yourself on his broad shoulders that strain against the baby blue polo top, he chose to wear.

“AY, SEÑOR,” Maria bumped Carlos slightly as she came rushing through the walkway, trotting determinedly through the low, exposed brick archway and outside to the patio area that was protected from the morning sunrays by the lattice structure that stood tall whilst being overtaken by winding ivy.

Beneath this, Maria sat down at least 3 trays full of freshly sliced vegetables, sun drying them as preparation for the multiple dishes that would be served that evening, “Si no estás aquí para aportar nada útil, sal de la cocina.” She screeched whilst heading to the other side of your estate, towards the large garden that housed many seasoned plants, ready with multiple fruits and vegetables for plucking.

“I think she will cook me next.” He shuddered before laying his forehead on yours, “Do not worry, Mariposa. Everything will turn out fine.”

“Why did I suggest an engagement week.” You pouted, nuzzling your head into his chest, to hide away from all the responsibilities you had brought onto yourself. You shake your head wildly, causing flurries of hair to escape from the bun you had messily done up, “All I know is that it must go well. Maria will for sure have a heart attack if it doesn’t,”

“I still think it’s a good idea” He comforts you, until the melodic sound of the doorbell resounds throughout the house, and he detaches from you, “That must be the back-up.” He winks at you as he jogs off to open the large, rustic door. You watch from the kitchen as Carlos laughs boisterously whilst embracing his family.

His mother and sister quickly wave him off, ushering the men out to the acres of back garden they have yet to decorate to approach you.

Blanca dances up to you, wiggling her arms and hands excitedly as she beams at your exhausted face, “There she is! Beautiful bride-to-be, our mariposa.” The knee length dress she chose skims her legs as the burgundy silk falls from her shoulders delicately, she hugs your neck tightly, swinging you both side to side whilst you flail around.

“Hola, diabla.” You chuckle, catching your mother-in-law’s eyes, you wait until Blanca removes herself from you for Reyes to do the same, but instead of violently rotating you like a ragdoll, she rubs your back and coos sympathetically.

“Ay mi muñeca, you look too tired to be a blushing bride.” She moves her arms from being drawn around your neck to rub your shoulders.

“What can I say? There’s too much to be done for me to be blushing.” You shrug, already going back to pouring out 10 more drinks, adding to the sea of glasses in front of you.

Blanca tuts disapprovingly, “This is not what being engaged is meant to be, it’s meant to be fun! And new! And sexy!” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively, ignoring her mother who had picked up your to-do list and hid her face in the paper.

“Blanca, please.” Reyes rolled her eyes, “But she’s not wrong.” She reaches for a spare apron that hung rejected on the back of the pantry door.

“No, mamá please,” You attempt to snatch the apron away from Reyes, who tuts disapprovingly and had already begun to collect multiple utensils from your spacious kitchen whilst talking quickly with the cooks who had been diligently making progress on the rest of the menu, “I can’t possibly allow you to do my work.”

Blanca plucked the neatly tied bow around your waist, undoing the stained, pale blue cotton that protected your dress, “No, your job is to relax, and let my culo brother treat you nicely. Champagne, strawberries, chocolate.” She listed off the aphrodisiacs one by one, pushing you through the living room and up the stairs. You braced yourself on the railing as you let her guide you through the landing.

“I have all of that in the food that I should be making,” You whined, stomping your foot, and swivelling to level her with your eyes, “There is just too much to do before tonight. And the boys don’t even know what to do for decorations.”

Blanca swatted her hand through the air, as if physically plummeting away your doubts, “You’ve had the entire family added on your Pinterest board.” You snorted at that, but pressed your lips together when she shot you a look, “If I can’t whip them into shape, consider me a bad sister from day 1.” She planted her hands on her waist before pointing at your bedroom door, “Now either you can start yourself a bath, or I will.”

You harrumph and dig your feet into their spot on the newly waxed, wooden floors beneath you, “I see how it is.” Blanca squints her eyes at you, “Fine, I see how it is.”

You half expect her to push you into the room, but instead she leans over the banister and shouts, “CARLOS !!”

“Blanca!” You gasp, grabbing her dress and tugging her back from the beam, “W-Why would you?” You splutter.

“AY CARLOS !!” She continues to screech until you slap a palm over her mouth, careful of the nude brown lipstick she had worn.

“Si diabla?” Your fiancé shouts back up, already at the base of the staircase. Blanca licks your hand, causing you to yelp and jump back, giving her the perfect opportunity to answer, “Your fiancé is anxious as fuck.”

“What else is new?” He chuckles, hand braced on the railing as he emerges from the winding staircase. Carlos takes in the new scene, you are tackling Blanca onto the floor, she’s squealing whilst attempting to wrangle free from you, tummy first on the floor, “Mi amour, if you are going to leave me for my sister...” He starts, crossing his arms and tilting his head at you.

“You both are insufferable.” You grit out, twisting the knob to your bedroom, wating for Carlos to step inside. He stops momentarily when Blanca darts an arm out and begins to ramble to him in Spanish, Carlos answers just as quickly before his sister reaches up to smack the underside of his head.

“Blanca!” He shouts out after her, but she ignores him and sprints downstairs to assist with the preparations. Carlos turns back to you, slumping forward to rest his head against the door frame that you were currently leaning on, arms folded amusedly as you looked at him from under your eyelashes. He pivots his neck, gazing fondly into your eyes, “You’re pretty.” He mumbles, bringing a limp hand up to rest on your cheek, thumb moving soothingly against your face. You lean into his touch, “So are you” You breathe out, leaning upwards to ghost your lips over his.

This moment was merely poetic, the two of you, finding respite in the chaos within each other. His soft touch as he leaned forward for more, you grant it, because you craved him as deeply as he did for you. The astringent sweetness of his lips against yours and the heavenly feeling of his fingers cradling your hips made you moan out as he caught you weight when your knees gave out from beneath you.

The door creaked shut behind the two of you, your palms digging into the waistline of his shorts to tug his shirt out, his fingers dance down from your neck to the large cut-out of your dress that showed off the curve of your spine. Carlos broke away from you momentarily, his eyes still shut as he chuckled when you whined, chasing his lips desperately, “Jump,” He murmured, bracing himself by tugging you close and digging his fingers into the back of your thighs.

You complied, hopping into his secure hold before attaching your mouth to his once again, nipping at his full bottom lip. Carlos passed through the bedroom with ease, his muscle memory allowing him to walk underneath the long archway that led to your shared bathroom. He released you gently, his fingers pinching the hem of your dress on your way down, he bunched up the flowy linen, dragging it up to your waist and tugging it over your head- leaving you in just a pair of white, lacy underwear.

You laughed slightly, your hair mussed at taking over half of your face, “Carlos” you huff out. He laughs at your annoyance, gently moving the strands out of your eyes before tracing the dips and curves of your chest and stomach with feather-light touches.

Sighing, you tilt your head back, allowing him to press his lips against the column of your neck. You loop your hands around his neck, stumbling backwards towards the sink whilst bringing him with you. Carlos hoists you up and onto the counter, finally stepping back to gaze at your naked body, his eyes ravish you, the stiff peaks of your breasts and curve of your stomach, you watch him intently when he finally makes his way down to your panties, a damp patch already forming.

Carlos approaches you once again, his breath fresh and minty against your skin, “Tan bonita.” He compliments, trailing warm, open mouth kisses on your collar bone, starting from your shoulder until he reaches your sternum, “Tan deliciosa.” He moves to your breast, decorating it with his own purple-ish love marks, he littered them across until he enveloped your nipple into his mouth, his tongue licking against the pebble until it hardened beneath his attention.

Carlos turned his attention to the other whilst his other hand slipped beneath the elastic of your underwear, his middle finger teasing your wet slit, “all for me?” he moaned against your breast.

“of course.” You bury your hand in his hair, arching into his touch before he lowered to his knees in front of you.

“F-fuck” you whine, biting your lip harshly as he settles between your legs, he shucks you closer, harshly tugging you to the edge of the counter as he inches his mouth closer, hot breathe settling on the front of your underwear. You arch your back at the feeling, fingers teasing your peaked nipple, “please,” you whisper, eyes darting down to where Carlos had begun to lave lazily at your newly soaked panties.

“Please what? Huh?” He whispers, tongue darting out to push further into your throbbing hole. You whine, thighs threatening to clamp shut around his head, your hand inches down to shyly tug at his hair and guide him closer to your leaking cunt, “can’t even talk now? ‘s okay mariposa. I’ll take care of you.” He promises, laying one of your legs over his shoulder.

You breathe hitches slightly when you feel him drag his lips up your hip, only for his teeth to sink into your underwear band, trailing it off you.

You scrunch your eyes with a gasp when his kisses trail up from your ankle, to your calf and towards the inside of your thigh- you growl playfully when you hear him chuckle and coo up at you, “you were just stressed...” he pressed an open mouthed kiss to your skin, “being so diligent..” he continued, tongue ghosting over your leaking folds, “so perfect.”

“Carlos,” You moan, scratching your nails against his scalp, “you’re being mean. Hah. It’s not good to be mean to your future wi-“you cut yourself off with a scream, well, a muffled one, you managed to cover your agape mouth with your hand. He dove into your sex, tongue searing through you as he fucked the muscle steadily into you, curling it to poke gently at the sensitive, spongy part within you.

Carlos let his eyes flutter shut, the sweet taste of you staining itself onto his tongue, how he could stay like this forever, fuck the dinner, he only ever wanted to taste you. Only you.

“taste so good,” he panted against you, his tongue nudging your clit, in an oh-so delicious way that made you bite down on your fingers to stop your needy moans leaking down from the open, semi-circle window towards your in-laws, who were dedicatedly preparing your back garden to host a multitude of people.

“uh uh mariposa, quiero oír tu voz.” He reached up with one hand, tugging your palm away from your still open mouth.

“I-“you gulp heavily, trying to unscramble your mind from its mush state, “I- wan’ want more, need you to- do something please.” You bring your other leg to his shoulder, locking him between your limbs.

Carlos huffs out a laugh, biting playfully at your tender skin, he brings up one hand laying his fingers gently against your pussy lips, creating a ‘V’ to spread them wide, exposing the sensitive area to the midday warmth. And then, he spat, a fat string slowly drips from his mouth to land directly on your hole, he gawks at it with interest, his large puppy-dog eyes shining with lust.

You blush and cover your face, “come on- please? I’ve been soo good, did ever’thin you wanted.” You babbled, gyrating your hips against his face, baiting him into pleasuring you again until the delicious wave reached the crown of your skull until the tips of your toes.

“have you? You been my good girl? Hm?” He arches a brow at you, but stops you from answering when he lays his tongue flat against your clit, gently shaking his head side to side until you begin to shake and whine, “yeah, I know mi amor, se siente bien, ¿sí?” he whispers, prodding you cunt with his index finger, “you want it, don’t you?”

You hummed, eyes widening as though he had proposed all over again, “yeah, come on, please, pretty please with a- ahh,” once again, he wouldn’t let you finish your pleading, instead, he answered you with your prize, him pushing his fingers into you, your wetness dripping down into his palm and along his wrist.

Obscene squelches echoed through the bathroom, along with explicit sounds of his knuckles slapping against your skin and your high-pitched moans.

“yes- oh, don’t stop.” You sobbed, tears pricking at your eyes when he thrusted in a second finger, stretching you out whilst he crooked his digits to continue stimulating your g-spot mercilessly.

“don’t plan on it,” he promised, delving back in for another sacred taste, he tongue worked wonders against you, drinking in your nectar as though from the gods- letting in slip down his throat graciously. You groaned and bit your lip harshly, arching your back at angles that chiropractors would wince at until you could feel that euphoric feeling begin to bloom within your stomach.

Your walls fluttered around Carlos’ fingers, making him smirk against you and continue his movements, hungrily licking and slurping at you until your toes curled and eyes crossed over, “fuck,” you grit out, gasping laboriously as the tight knot finally snapped and torrential pleasure rained over you.

“te entendí my love,” He crawled over you, bracing himself above with his hands planted on the thick, white marble countertop you were currently blissed out on.

You brought your shaky hands up to his face, kissing him gently, “what about-hah, what about you,” you panted, wrapping your arms around him, continuing to softly brush your lips against his face. His temple, stubbled cheek, and muscled neck.

“We still have-“ He looked down at the heavy, silver Rolex on his wrist, “40 minutes, until Blanca comes hunting for us.” Carlos looked over to the floating bath that sat in front of the Juliet balcony, “and we have a bath.”

“That is just by a huge ass window,” You reminded him, glancing over to the open doors, revealing the intricate black grill of the balcony along with the pristine view of your tall trees that lined the well-kept entertaining space of your garden.

“Well, I doubt they don’t know what’s going on, I mean, my sister probably told them to leave a box of condoms outside.” He shrugged.

“In that case,” You started, your low whisper a mere breath of warm air between the two of you. Marinating hard and heady eye contact with him, you reached down to take his hand in yours, then slipped the two fingers that still dripped with your wetness, into your mouth.

Carlos stared at the sight, a short, strangled noise leaving him when you popped out his digits with an all too innocent noise, “Better make the most of it,” You leaned back against the mirror, hand open for him to carry you.

He groaned, shaking his head slightly before hoisting you in his arms, “best 40 minutes of my life.”

[Smut warnings : alot of kissing, fingering, sucking, love-bites, fem! oral recieving, fem! fingering recieving.]

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Spnish..to engli..sh....over

Ay, Ay, Señor. Tienes que esperar a la luna de miel - Oh, Oh, Lord. You have to wait for the honeymoon

muy cruel - very cruel

AY, SEÑOR - OH, SIR

Si no estás aquí para aportar nada útil, sal de la cocina - If you're not here to contribute anything useful, get out of the kitchen.

mariposa - butterfly

Hola, diabla - Hello, devil

Ay mi muñeca - Oh, my doll

Si, diabla? - Yes, devil?

Mi amour - My love

Tan deliciosa - So delicious

Tan bonita - So beautifull

quiero oír tu voz - I want to hear your voice

te entendí, mi amor, se siente bien, ¿sí? - I understood you, my love, it feels good, yeah

📻 Kchhhhh.loosing sign....al.....kcchh....over and out...

[darlingofsatoru]

JJK & CHRISTMAS

⊹ synopsis: Various hcs of Jjk characters at Christmas.

SATORU GOJO

-This man is ecstatic, Christmas is his version of heaven.

-Christmas dates are necessary, he’s gonna go out with you in fuzzy coats, gloves, earmuffs, scarfs and hats with pom-poms on them, even if it’s not snowing.

-Hot drinks are also a necessary (he pays every time, pulls his credit card out quickly just as you’re getting yours out, no amount of convincing or bribing can stop him from doing this every time he can.)

-PRESENTS. This mf is so extra with them, type of man to get you tons of expensive jewellery then giggle and blush like a school girl at a teddy-bear and his favourite chocolate.

-Stops using his infinity just so the snow can fall on him (and ofc so he can throw snowballs at you & vice versa!!)

-VERY over the top with Christmas decorations, that one house that has lights all over their yard, driveway, roof & any place in sight (he floated up to the roof because he nearly fell off a ladder one time and doesn’t want to make you do it for him).

-His sweet tooth is in full swing, that man will be buying any sweets he sees that are even remotely festive, he probably even justifies buying things that barely have any relation by trying to make up a tradition.

-Snowmen will be made if there’s snow, he’s running outside with you even if ur wearing nothing but pajamas, you cannot escape making a snowman with him.

-Overall, he’s Santa but 10x more energetic (and 10x less old !!)

KENTO NANAMI

-Very traditional with Christmas (he isn’t allergic to fun dw!)

-Likes to walk with you around your neighbourhood just to check out Christmas lights whilst holding your hand tightly.

-Speaking of Christmas lights, he’ll have a few up but if you want more he’ll help (don’t go too mad with them though, he’ll sigh pretty loudly.)

-Gentlemen as always, makes sure you’re warm in cold weather.

-Thinks it’s the thought that counts but will put in effort to get a present he believes you’ll like.

-Best believe he’s taking a week or two off to celebrate with you, Jujutsu Tech can’t say shit to stop him.

-Prefers a Christmas where there’s a warm fireplace whilst you cuddle on a sofa with many blankets, probably watching something on tv.

-Overall, boyfriend behaviour to the max, your Christmas is gonna be the best ever.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

-This man doesn’t care for Christmas, let’s be honest.

-The only reason he makes any effort at all is because you want him to but that’s not gonna be tons, he’ll simply acknowledge winter and maybe a tiny thing about Christmas, if you’re lucky.

-Somehow convince him to go ice-skating with you, it’ll be an experience you certainly won’t ever forget.

-Gets into a fight if you make him queue for literally anything to do with Christmas spirit.. That guy just stepped on your foot, what did he expect with the king of curses right there? That he’d ignore it? Of course he wouldn’t, that guy surely wouldn’t mind loosing both of his feet, yeah? Well, Sukuna doesn’t have if he does, now he can’t step on your feet ever again.

-Refuses to watch any Christmas love movies so when you manage to convince him, you either hear disapproving grunts or outright complaints about the protagonist or love interest.

-He’s definitely not one for Christmas at all but a present for his partner is a present that needs to be perfect. He’ll get you whatever you want, might even humour you with wearing a Santa hat for a minute or so in private with you.

-He’s pretty grumpy but he’ll sit around on the counter and occasionally help with cooking Christmas cookies, if he feels like it.

-Throws snowballs with frozen ice inside at random kids and casually walks away.

-Overall, the grinch but one who’d steal all the presents and give them to his partner instead whilst killing those with stupid gifts..

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

-Megumi isn’t very excited but he does enjoy it, the break of this holiday admittedly being his favourite part.

-Not one to put lights up but he’s not gonna deny putting up some decorations inside if you’d like.

-Don’t bring him to a Christmas family gathering please..

-Would willingly ice-skate with you but he’s keeping close to the edge, he doesn’t want you or him falling.

-I can see him liking snow but he does remind you to keep warm every once in a while, sighing as he shrugs off the scarf Gojo had forced onto Megumi and instead placing it around your neck.

“It should still be warm, remember to bring one next time.”

-Keeps his eyes on yours discreetly as you past stores, looking for any interest shown on certain pieces in the window.

-Another one who holds your hand in the cold, it’s just something he’d deem as common sense at this point.

-Brings you to have dinner with his sister and him & it’s super sweet, Tsumiki loves you almost immediately due to the fact you’re his partner and that he’s not alone <3

-Overall, a sweetheart with lightly less effort than some but still sweet anyway.

YUJI ITADORI

-Yuji loves any holiday but Christmas definitely ignites something happy in him even more!

-Probably loves it half for the happiness he/others experience form it and also half because he gets presents..

-What can he say? It’s super cool to unwrap and then see this super cool thing he’d forgotten he realllyyy wanted like a month ago!!

-Down for anything to be honest, you name it and he wants to do it too.

-Making snow-angels is something he NEEDS to do any time it snows.

-Likes to decorate a nice tree inside and leave some lights outside & inside, though they’re actually pretty tame!

-Still does Christmas stockings, you can’t stop him from doing this ever.

-Not even confidently as he pulls the other side of a cracker and it pulls apart immediately.. he gets accused of cheating

-Used to be a massive fan of Christmas dinners at school so he’s definitely attempting and failing to make you one.

-Prefers to sit down and watch a movie together, preferably hugging and warm!!

-Overall, a Christmas not even Sukuna could steal (probably, anyway..)

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In various regional versions of Tomodachi Life, different holidays are represented in the shops depending on what version you are playing. These go as follows:

(Japanese ver.) New Years Day: On January 1st, shops will be adorned with New Years decorations and shopkeepers will be wearing outfits traditional for the Japanese New Year celebration. You can also buy the New Years exclusive item, Ozouni.

(Japanese ver.) Hinamatsuri: On March 3rd, decorative peach trees and decals of ornamental dolls adorn the shops, in celebration of the Shinto holiday Hinamatsuri.

(Japanese ver.) Children's Day: On May 5th, flags depicting familial carp can be seen in the background of shops for Children's Day, a Japanese national holiday celebrating the personalities and happiness of children.

(Korean ver.) Lunar New Year and Chuseok: Depending on when Lunar New Year falls in a specific year (usually between late January-February) Special music will play, and the shopkeepers will wear traditional holiday clothing.

The same music and costumed shopkeeper will appear during Chuseok, celebrated on the 15th day of the 8th month on the Lunar calendar, usually sometime between September-October depending on the year.

(Australian ver.) Australia Day: On January 26th, shops will be seen adorning Australian flags to celebrate Australian Independence Day.

(US Ver.) The Superbowl: in February during the Superbowl, the shops are adorned with various football paraphernalia, while the shopkeepers wear jerseys.

(All versions) Valentines Day: on February 14th, the shops will be adorned with hearts. In western versions they will wear a pink button up shirt, and in Japan and US versions you are able to buy special Valentines Day chocolates.

(US ver.) Cinco De Mayo: On May 5th, the clothing stores can be seen adorned with colorful decorations to celebrate Mexico's victory over France in 1862.

(US ver.) Fourth of July: On July 4th, shops can be seen with floats and posters of soda, barbecues, hot dogs, burgers, kebabs, and other barbecue related delights in order to celebrate American Independence day.

(Japanese ver.) Tanabata (Star Festival): On July 7th, shops are adorned with bamboo, with wishes tied to the leaves of the tree to be heard by the reunited lovers, a tradition commonly practiced during Tanabata.

(UK Ver.) Bonfire Night: On November 5th, posters displaying fireworks for Bonfire Night can be seen, celebrating the failed assassination of King James I via explosion in 1605.

(All versions) Halloween: On October 31st, shops will display various Halloween decorations and shopkeepers will be wearing costumes. Shopkeepers will also greet you by saying "Trick or Treat!" in all versions except the Korean version, where they instead just say "Happy Halloween!"

(All versions) Christmas: On December 24th and 25th, stores will be adorned with various Christmas themed decorations, as well as shopkeepers wearing festive Santa outfits. On Christmas Eve, you will also be able to purchase the holiday exclusive Roast Turkey item from the shops. In the US version you will be greeted by shopkeepers with "Happy Holidays!" Whereas in all other versions you are greeted with "Merry Christmas!"

[five-miles-over]

Joaquin Phoenix Characters Masterlist

updated 08 November 2023

Multiple Character Headcanons and Listicles

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as University Students

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Cupcakes

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters - Sleepover Headcanons

• If Joaquin Phoenix Characters Went on Dates

• Joaquin Phoenix Characters as Comfort Foods

• Holiday Gift Ideas for Joaquin Phoenix Characters

• Commodus, Abbé, and Joe as Parents 

Abbé de Coulmier from Quills

• The World’s a Broken Bone: The Abbé comforts the reader - a nurse at Charenton - when they have a severe migraine.

• Let Me Save You: A crossover with Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak

• The Ballad of Mona Lisa: The reader confesses to the Abbé about fantasies that they have been experiencing lately. (Smut)

• Abbé de Coulmier x Light Academia (aesthetic board)

Arthur Fleck from Joker

• Yandere Arthur Fleck Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck and Joker Jealousy Headcanons

• NSFW Headcanons

• Yandere!Arthur and Yandere!Joker Dealing With Rejection in Public

• Joker and Cruella de Ville Crossover Headcanons

• Arthur Fleck x 50s Retrocore

Bruno Weiss from The Immigrant

• Bruno Weiss x Roaring 20s (Aesthetic Board)

Clay Bidwell from Clay Pigeons

• Misery Loves Company: Clay meets the reader at a bar and the two of them have a much-needed break from their troubles.

• Hey Good Lookin’: Clay loves it when his girlfriend sits on his lap and asks him for a kiss (fluff)

Emperor Commodus from Gladiator

• Imagine Teaching Commodus to Slow Dance

• The Courtesan: The reader is a dancer that catches the eye of Emperor Commodus at a party

• ‘Till I Hear You Sing: A song-based fic based on “Til I Hear You Sing” from Love Never Dies

• What I Did For Love: Continuation from ‘Til I Hear You Sing’. A song-fic based on “What I Did for Love” from A Chorus Line

• New Girl: A high school AU of the movie Gladiator. The reader has recently moved to Rome and is now a new student at the Roman Educational Institute

• Paparazzi (Hollywood!Commodus x Reader): Another Gladiator AU in which the reader has a chance encounter in Rome with Commodus, a world-famous actor hounded by paparazzi.

• All Love Can Be: Prince Commodus meets the reader through their fathers working together, and eventually decides to ask for her hand.

• Handsome: The reader gets a little drunk while spending time with Commodus, and turns a bit childish and dorky.

• The Festivals of Saturn: Commodus’s first Saturnalia as a young sixteen-year-old co-emperor.

• Lay All Your Love on Me: Commodus falls unconditionally and irrevocably in love with a confident young woman along the seashores of Lanuvium

• Lose Me In the Sight of You: All you wished for was the blessing of Lady Juno that you would find a good husband, yet little did you know that a certain Emperor has grown passionately and hopelessly obsessed with you. (TW: Yandere)

• Emperor Commodus x Vampire Aesthetic

• Commodus’s Outfits as Chocolates

• Similarities Between Chuck Bass from “Gossip Girl” and Commodus from “Gladiator”

SERIES: ALONE WITH YOU INSIDE MY MIND (COMMODUS X READER) - ON HIATUS

The young prince (and soon to be Emperor of Rome) Commodus falls in love with you, the daughter of a nobleman, and nothing will stand in the way of his obsession.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

SERIES: AFTERMATH (COMMODUS X OC) - ON HIATUS

A sequel to the events of the film Gladiator, in which Emperor Commodus survives the duel with Maximus

• Chapter 1: The Impossible Dream

• Chapter 2: Proud of Your Boy

• Chapter 3: The Point of No Return

• Chapter 4: Look Down

• Chapter 5: Beneath a Moonless Sky

• Chapter 6: These Palace Walls

• Chapter 7: Wait For It

• Chapter 8: Something There

• Chapter 9: Be Prepared

• Chapter 10: Twisted Every Way

• Chapter 11: All I Ask of You 

• Chapter 12: History Has Its Eyes on You

Max California from 8 MM

• Max California x Dark Academia

• Max California Proposing to You (Headcanons)

Ray Elwood from Buffalo Soldiers

• Ray Elwood Taking You Out on a Date Would Include...

Willie Gutierrez from The Yards

• Blackout: The reader is Willie Gutierrez’s new neighbor, and the two of them accidentally meet during a power outage

• The Light Blinking at the End of the Tunnel: The reader offers some much-needed comfort to Willie after finding out about his dark past.

[foodshowxyz]

Chocolate Yule Log (Bûche de Noël) Recipe below

Chocolate Yule Log (Bûche de Noël) Recipe

Ingredients

For the Cake:

• 4 large eggs

• 1/2 cup (100g) granulated sugar

• 1/4 cup (30g) cocoa powder

• 1/4 cup (30g) all-purpose flour

• 1/2 teaspoon baking powder

• 1/4 teaspoon salt

• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

For the Filling:

• 1 cup (240ml) heavy whipping cream

• 3 tablespoons powdered sugar

• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract

For the Ganache Frosting:

• 1 cup (180g) dark chocolate, chopped

• 1/2 cup (120ml) heavy cream

Decorations:

• Fresh cranberries

• Sprigs of rosemary or fir

• Powdered sugar (for dusting)

Instructions

1. Make the Sponge Cake:

• Preheat the oven to 350°F (175°C). Line a 10x15 inch (25x38 cm) jelly roll pan with parchment paper.

• In a mixing bowl, whisk together the eggs and sugar until pale and fluffy (about 5 minutes).

• Sift in the cocoa powder, flour, baking powder, and salt. Fold gently until combined. Add vanilla extract.

• Pour the batter into the prepared pan and spread evenly.

• Bake for 10-12 minutes, until the cake is set and springs back lightly when touched.

2. Roll the Cake:

• While the cake is still warm, turn it onto a clean kitchen towel dusted with powdered sugar.

• Carefully peel off the parchment paper and roll the cake up tightly with the towel. Let it cool completely.

3. Prepare the Filling:

• Whip the heavy cream, powdered sugar, and vanilla until stiff peaks form.

• Gently unroll the cake and spread the filling evenly over it.

• Re-roll the cake without the towel and place it seam-side down.

4. Make the Ganache Frosting:

• Heat the heavy cream until it simmers, then pour it over the chopped chocolate.

• Let it sit for 2-3 minutes, then stir until smooth. Let it cool slightly until thickened.

• Spread the ganache over the rolled cake, using a fork to create a “bark” texture.

5. Decorate:

• Garnish with fresh cranberries, rosemary sprigs, and a dusting of powdered sugar for a festive snowy effect.

Enjoy your Chocolate Yule Log!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Anthropomorphic & Zoomorphic Sweets

EXAMPLES

Animal crackers ⚜ Chocolate Easter bunnies

Decoratively iced animal-shaped cookies

Gingerbread man cookies ⚜ Gummy bears

In Spain, many sweets are nominally anthropomorphic, their names referring to states of mind. These can be categorized as follows:

Signs of melancholy: lágrimas (tears); suspiros de novicia (novice’s sighs), light airy meringues; very tiny paciencias (patiences)

States of mind: melindres (apprehension), picardías (cunning), alegrías (joy), regañadas (scolding), fanfarrona (boastful)

Natural states: dormidos (asleep), tontas (silly), listas (clever)

Addictive attitude: borrachos (drunks)

Other Spanish sweets are more or less realistic reproductions of bodies or body parts, such as:

cabello de ángel (angel hair) ⚜ trenzas (braids) ⚜ orejas (ears)

bocas (mouths) ⚜ dentaduras (false teeth) ⚜ bigotes (mustaches)

labios (lips) ⚜ lenguas (tongues) ⚜ gargantas (throats)

corazones (hearts) ⚜ brazos de gitano (gypsy’s arms)

dedos (fingers) ⚜ tetas de novicia (novice’s tits)

barrigas de fraile (friar’s bellies) ⚜ tripas de monja (nun’s innards)

chochos de vieja (old lady’s vulvas) ⚜ penes (penises)

huesos de santo (saint’s bones)

anthropomorphic & zoomorphic sweets

Have, over the centuries, been prepared, bought, and exchanged as presents that add significance to convivial, pagan, and religious celebrations.

A wealth of creatures, or parts of their bodies, convey symbolism from the most remote, even pre-totemic times.

These sweets are highly aesthetic, as well as delicious and diverse in their ingredients, techniques, intentionality, and meanings.

Remind us who we are and where we come from.

These edible metaphors, vestigial markers of identity often closely tied to festivities, combine tradition with innovation and encourage collective indulgence, as if to prove the truth of the adage “You become what you eat and survive from what you sell.”

Whether homemade or bought from convents, stalls in fairs and markets, or from bakeries and cake shops, these ritual sweets offer an opportunity for families and friends to gather and celebrate.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

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The Easter Bunny / Easter Hare

In German Easter tradition, the Easter Bunny is an imaginary rabbit or hare who paints eggs at Easter and hides them in the garden. Children search for Easter eggs on the morning of Easter Sunday. The motif of the Easter Bunny has recently spread in the popular culture of Easter, also through its commercial use, and has largely replaced earlier bringers of the Easter egg.

As far as is known, the Easter Bunny was first mentioned in the dissertation of the Frankfurt doctor Johannes Richier, who received his doctorate in 1682 under the respected Heidelberg professor of medicine Georg Franck von Franckenau with his treatise "De ovis paschalibus - von Oster-Eyern". The son of the pastor Jean Richier, who had fled France for religious reasons, describes a custom in Upper Germany, the Palatinate, Alsace and neighbouring regions, as well as Westphalia, according to which an Easter Bunny lays the eggs (ova excludere) and hides them in gardens in the grass, bushes, etc., where they are eagerly searched for by children amid laughter and to the amusement of the adults (cum risu et iucunditate seniorum). He calls the Easter Bunny hiding the eggs “a fable that is told to simpletons and children” (fabula, que simplicioribus et infantibus imponunt).

According to cultural studies, the reason for the strong upswing that belief in the Easter Bunny experienced in the 19th century can be found in the industrial production of cheap beet sugar, which made the production of affordable chocolate bunnies and eggs possible in the first place.

The connection between the Christian Easter festival and the egg as a symbol has been known in various European countries since the Middle Ages at the latest, and may even date back to earlier. There is also an older interpretation of the rabbit as a symbol of resurrection since Ambrose. The diverse Christian symbolism of the rabbit found expression in many works of art in the Middle Ages, see Rabbit in art. The connection between the rabbit and the Easter egg tradition is still unclear, however, even if the fertility of rabbits in itself has a close connection to spring. The following hypotheses are often put forward:

Some early painted Easter eggs show the three-hare image, a depiction of three hares with only three ears in total, but each hare having two ears due to the "double use" of ears; this is a well-known symbol for the Holy Trinity. It is possible that this depiction may have given rise to the idea of ​​the hare as an egg supplier.

In one passage in the Bible, Psalm 104:18, older translations speak of "hares". The reason for this was the Latin translation of Proverbs 30:26, in which Jerome translated the Hebrew "schafan" (rock hyrax) as "lepusculus" (hare). Since late antiquity, this passage has been interpreted as a symbol for the weak human (hare) who seeks refuge in the rock (Christ). This interpretation established the symbolism of the hare in Christian iconography.

It is widely considered harmless to tell young children that the Easter Bunny brings eggs and sweets for Easter. Psychologists believe that this illusion stimulates the imagination and supports cognitive development. However, children's critical questions and doubts should be supported so that their belief in the Bunny eventually disappears by itself, also through interaction with other children.

The Easter Bunny was spread outside of Europe by German-speaking emigrants. It has gained a certain popularity in the USA in particular. In English, the term "Easter Bunny" predominates over the literal translation "Easter Hare", so the figure is often understood to be a rabbit.

In Australia, the "Easter Bilby" has been placed alongside the "Easter Bunny" since the 1970s. The aim is to draw attention to the endangered species of the greater burrowing bandicoot ("Bilby"), not least due to the spread of European rabbits, and to raise money for a conservation fund by selling chocolate bilbies.

[javitrulovesims]

Cupid's Kisses

A Valentine's Day treat for my incredible followers 💝

"What is one of Barbara Millicent Robert's very favorite winter holidays? Valentine's Day! Struck by Cupid's arrow, our festive hostess is ready to celebrate with the best traditional gifts. A heart-shaped box of "chocolates" sweetens up any party; a bottle of "perfume" lends an air of sophistication; and an adorable greeting card shares the love. She conmemorates February 14th wearing a lovely ensemble, sure to win hearts. Her dress features a red bodice and white short sleeves. The full white skirt is flocked with a design of flying cupids, hearts, and bows. Romantic accesories include golden heart necklace, golden earrings, pretty white lace gloves, and a red bow accenting her raven ponytail."

PS: Box of chocolates, Perfume and greeting card not included

This Stunning set is inspired by the 2014 "Cupid's Kisses" - Holiday Hostess Collection Barbie designed by Bill Greening. Can you believe that there only 5000 pieces of this stunning doll WORLDWIDE?

The set consists on 5 pieces, a Dress, a pair of lace gloves, a pair of golden earrings, a golden heart locket necklace and a hair bow (with a hat slider that way we can adjust it to any hair) all of them on my "Iconic 50's" Palette. PS: I also made a De-laced version of the dress at last minute, i feel that some of your ladies will rather have a more basic look for those non-valentines day dates.

Get your Valentine's Treat 💝-> HERE <- (Patreon) Free Release

[onlyhereforthestories]

Una Noche De Nieve Y Amor (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Hello and welcome to day one of fic Advent. I decided at the beginning of last month that I wanted to try and write an advent calender type thing for you guys for Christmas. I have got ahead enough to say I can do it. So happy 1st of December.

The streets of Barcelona were unusually quiet as you and Alexia stepped out of the training grounds, laughter spilling from your lips as you bundled yourselves against the chilly December night air. After a gruelling session, Alexia had suggested a short walk through the city, wanting to soak up a few moments of calm before the holiday rush enveloped everyone. The streetlights cast a warm glow over the cobblestone streets, illuminating a few lone, glittering snowflakes as they began to fall.

“Look, it’s snowing!” you whispered, pointing up as the first flurries of the season drifted down around you. No matter how old you became, seeing snow always ignited that giddy feeling of childhood wonder inside you.

Alexia took a moment to drink you in, your rosy cheeks flushed from the cold, your hair slightly tousled beneath her slightly too big hat. She marvelled at how lucky she was to be here with you, feeling the warmth of your presence and getting to see a side of you no one else did.

“Sí, mi amor, I can see. It might even settle this year; what do you think?” she replied, her voice filled with enthusiasm. She knew you had a real love for the dusty covered paths whenever it did manage to settle.

You chuckled at her excitement, your breath visible in the frosty air. “I really hope it does. I haven’t seen real snow in years. There’s something magical about everything getting covered in white.”

Alexia pointed to a nearby café, its windows glowing with a warm light, the enticing scent of fresh pastries wafting through the open doorway. “Want to grab a hot chocolate? It’ll keep us warm,” she suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She wasn’t one to normally stray away from her usual diet during the season but for you she wo9uld do pretty much anything.

“Yes, please! I could use something sweet after that workout,” you replied, feeling your stomach rumble in eager agreement. Ever the gentlewoman, Alexia held the closing door open for you, ushering you inside the warmth.

The café enveloped you in a cozy embrace. The atmosphere was inviting, filled with the soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of cups onto saucers. You found a small table by the window, and as you waited for your drinks, your eyes roamed over the festive decorations that had been put up around the quaint shop. The twinkling lights, a small tree in the corner adorned with colourful ornaments, and the warm scent of cinnamon permeating the air. The festive season created a sense of magic that wrapped around you and made you feel so much joy.

When the steaming mugs arrived, you took a sip, the rich chocolate warming you from the inside out. “This is wonderful,” you grinned at Alexia, knowing she was enjoying the indulgent treat just as much as you were, even if she would never admit that even to you.

She laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “I knew you’d love it. This place has the best hot chocolate in the city. But I still think we should go out and enjoy the snow, even if it’s just for a little longer.”

“Agreed,” you said, feeling the warmth of the drink spread through you, mingling with the warmth blossoming in your chest from simply being with her. Together, you stepped back outside, where the snow had begun to accumulate on the ground, transforming the streets of Barcelona into a winter wonderland.

“Look, Ale, it’s sticking!” she laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she scooped up a handful of snow from a nearby ledge. Before you could react, she playfully hurled it at you, the soft snow catching on your coat and hair.

“Oh, so that’s how we’re playing it, huh?” you shot back, grinning as you scooped up some snow of your own and tossed it at her.

Alexia was quick, darting behind trees and lampposts for cover, her laughter bright and infectious, blending seamlessly with the swirling snowflakes around you. Finally, when she least expected it, you managed to catch her with a handful of snow. She gasped, then laughed, holding her hands up in surrender as you both stood there, breathless and grinning.

The ground was already coated in a soft, white layer, and Alexia tugged you over to an empty patch. “Come on,” she said, pulling you down with her into the snow. “Let’s make snow angels.” You laid down on the ground side by side, laughing as you swayed your arms and legs to create your best impressions in the slightly too thin snow.

Eventually, the snow began to fall more heavily, and Alexia took your hand, gently helping you up. She brushed snowflakes from your hair, her fingers lingering in a way that made your heart flutter. “You’re freezing,” she murmured, giving your hands a light squeeze. “Come on, let’s go warm up.”

A few minutes later, you arrived at her apartment. Alexia guided you inside, and as soon as the door closed behind you, she took your hands again, rubbing warmth back into your fingers as you both giggled at how cold you’d gotten. She wrapped you in one of her fluffy blankets, and you watched as she moved to the kitchen, pulling out mugs and reaching for her stash of marshmallows.

With two steaming mugs of hot chocolate in hand, Alexia settled next to you by the window, both of you cocooned under the same blanket as the snow drifted quietly outside. The room was illuminated by the warm glow of a small Christmas tree she’d put up in the corner, its lights blinking softly to the rhythm of the holiday music playing in the background. You both sat in comfortable silence, just savouring the warmth and the presence of one another.

Then, with a shy smile, Alexia turned to you. “There’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while now,” she said, standing up and offering you her hand.

Curious, you took it, and she pulled you gently into the centre of the room. Wrapping her arms around your waist, you placed your arms around her shoulders, and the two of you swayed slowly, letting the holiday music guide you as you danced together in her cozy living room. You laughed softly, leaning your forehead against hers, sharing little jokes and sweet nothings, the world outside fading into oblivion. No one would believe the mighty captain of Barca women’s football team could be quite this soft.

As the night wore on, you and Alexia curled up together once again under the blanket, watching the snow continue to fall outside, the city wrapped in a peaceful winter hush. It felt as though the world had stilled just for the two of you. Moments like these were rare and precious, and you knew you would cherish this night, the first snow, the laughter, and the warmth of Alexia by your side, long after the Christmas season passed.

[souperbloom]

christmas wrapping. [A.I.]

🎁 boyfriend!Ashton x reader

with a busy year behind you and a new one around the corner, you decide to surprise your boyfriend with the greatest gift of all.

a/n: consider this my gift to you, soup nation. merry christmas and happy holidays from mama soup! this is also just a lil somethin to hold you guys over to the new year— lots of fun things happening!

this was rushed. def not proofread. be gentle with me as i am just a girl.

(this oneshot is a stand alone, but it’s set in the same universe as my fic ‘tangerine, tangerine’)

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut!, bratty!ashton, pet names, oral (m!receiving), bondage, festive innuendos, a sprinkle of christmas cheer, etc.

wordcount: ~4k

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Christmas Eve.

Not a very special day, and not any more than the day that comes after it.

It was you and Ashton’s third holiday season together. A season spent buried in work, Ashton’s schedule packed tight with sound mixing and whacking the nights away on his drums.

But Christmas Eve, despite its mundane nature in the shared home with your boyfriend, was kind of special. It was the only day of that entire week where the two of you were able to sit at home and just enjoy each other’s company.

“How many cups of chocolate chips are we talkin’ here? One? Three? Seven?”

Although Christmas wasn’t inherently celebrated in your relationship, both you and Ashton tried your very best to be festive in any way you could. You’d just spent all morning wrapping red and silver garlands around the bannister of the staircase and thumb-tacking ornaments to the wall, while Ashton was on his third batch of cookies. After snickerdoodle and peanut butter, he’d finally made it to chocolate chip.

“Put as many chocolate chips as your heart desires.”

After practically breaking your neck trying to line the top of your living room ceiling with Christmas lights, you’d made the executive decision to take a break on the couch while Ashton slaved away by the oven. He’d been there since noon, it was well past four now, and giving up or taking any sort of break clearly wasn’t in the cards for him.

“I can’t make that decision, baby. You’re the Cookie Monster of this house,” he calls over his shoulder, bending down to make sure the oven was still warm.

“Put two. Call it even. How many cookies are in this batch anyway?”

“Two dozen. That’s what the recipe says.”

You could practically hear him shrug from all the way in the kitchen. But you just smiled, partially watching the digital fireplace that Ashton put on the TV. He claimed the smooth Christmas jazz and crackling of wood would set the mood— but little did he know. You had other plans to set the mood.

Gifts were never expected on you and Ashton’s Christmas morning. Neither was any semblance of Christmas spirit. The two of you always just woke up and carried on your day as if it were any other. But this year in particular was a rough one, and you figured your favorite boy deserved some extra holiday cheer for all of the work he’s been putting in.

You came across this little idea when you found an old pair of lingerie sitting in a box at the back of your closet, Ashton had gifted it to you on your first anniversary— it was a red matching set with a sheer tulle slip. You were never presented with the opportunity to wear it, but the feathered trimming on the slip and rhinestone bow smack between the bra cups was just the right amount of festive for the precedent set on Christmas Eve.

Thinking all day about surprising him was what got you motivated enough to deck out your living room in Christmas decor. You couldn’t contain your smile when Ashton offered to bake cookies, since you knew he’d be too distracted to notice if you slipped away for a moment.

The Kitchen Aid began to whir, and you tilt your head to see Ashton whistling to himself as he spins the bowl of dough with ease. You took this moment as your perfect opportunity to sneak away upstairs to the bedroom.

He definitely didn’t notice you had left; he was far too engulfed with getting his cookie dough to the perfect consistency. You felt your heart patter as you reached for the box under the bed, all while the mixer was still working and Ashton was still whistling without a clue.

The lingerie was in pristine condition after all these years— and changing into it made you feel like a million bucks. It was flattering, the way the tulle fell just above your hips and left the red lace panties barely exposed. Once adjusted, you grinned to yourself in the mirror while smoothing out the feathers and scurried into the bathroom for your next surprise.

You found your next hiding spot untouched, thank God, and pulled out the ream of satin ribbon that you left in your bathroom drawer. The ribbon was a last minute idea that dawned on you during a trip to your local craft store.

The ribbon was sturdy, which was perfect for the circumstance. Hell, it was sturdy enough to hold the shape of a perfectly knotted bow on its own— you took the liberty of tying to a lock of your hair at the top of your head to add a bit of pizazz.

If anyone couldn’t tell by now, the gift Ashton wanted most for Christmas was you.

“Hey, baby? Can you come in here for a sec?”

Ashton calls out to you from downstairs in the kitchen, the mixer having stopped and started a few more times.

“What’s up?” You call back, frantically shutting all of your drawers and pushing the lingerie box back under the bed.

“Want you to come try the dough. Make sure the ‘chip ratio’ is to your liking.”

You stifle a giggle as Ashton turns the mixer back on, shutting off all the lights in your bedroom and starting to tiptoe towards the stairs.

“You in the bedroom?” Ashton shouts again, his back facing you as you’re already halfway down the steps.

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’.”

You eventually creep down the last step with chills running down your back in anticipation. You couldn’t believe that he still hasn’t turned around to see you all decked out in your holiday getup. It was honestly kind of funny, how determined he was to get these cookies just how you liked them.

“I think this should be fine. But— tell me what you think. Should I add cinnamon? God, I’ve been staring at cookies for so long… I think I’m starting to turn into one.”

You giggle again, audibly this time, and eventually creep your way behind him. You slither your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“That looks perfect t’me,” you hum sweetly, drumming on his hips and admiring the picturesque bowl of dough.

Ashton laughs at your mellow comment, his body shaking as he disassembles the mixer.

“I want you to try it— but don’t eat too much. The raw eggs and shit, they’ll fuck you up.”

“Mmhm…”

Ashton moves fluidly, as if you weren’t even wrapped around his waist and holding him to your chest. You couldn’t believe how enraptured he was by these goddamn cookies.

You almost wanted to smack him.

“Ashton…” you mumble, an attempt to get his attention.

“Yes?”

Just then, you take a step away, releasing him from your arms and putting your hands on your hips.

“Turn around for God’s sake!”

Ashton freezes, dropping the mixer and wiping the remnants of flour off of his pants, “Sorry, sorry, I was just g— holy fuck.”

He had finally seen you. All decked out. Lace, tulle and all, wrapped up with a little red bow.

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

His eyes wasted no time in scanning every inch of your body, pupils dilated to maximum capacity as his hands had no clue what to touch first.

“Oh my God— you’re so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

“Mmmh, thank you,” you coo, melting into his palms as they eventually make it to your waist.

“This is my gift?” He asks, his eyes sparkling like the lights on your tiny Christmas tree.

“Not all of it.”

Ashton pulls you into his torso, hands roaming your sides and lifting the tulle slip in his path. He can’t believe how incredible you look— let alone in a set that he’s been wanting to see you in since he first bought it off the mannequin.

“You fuckin’ spoil me, y’know that? Shit— what’d I do to deserve this? Was I on the nice list? Jesus fuck, I’m spent.” His entire sentence comes out in one hurried jumble, working in tandem with the steps he was taking to walk you backwards into the living room.

“Just thought you deserved a little somethin’ after everything you’ve done this year.”

“Everything I’ve done? Baby,” he interrupts himself with a kiss to your collarbone, “this is the best gift I’ve gotten in years.”

A giggle escapes your throat as you push his eager lips away from their attachment to your neck, “I haven’t even shown you the rest of it yet!”

Soon enough, you have Ashton padding after you like a dog up the stairs, letting him chase you to the top of the staircase before barricading the bedroom door with your body. He frowns as you stop him from bursting through it, taking a hand to caress your waist.

“Baby—” he begins to protest as you anchor your hands to the moulding.

“Ah ah ah,” you tut, “not yet.”

“Why not? I wanna unwrap my gift.”

You chuckle at his childish attitude, lazily slinging your arms across his shoulders and giving him a cheeky smile.

“Patience is a virtue. I’ve got one more surprise left for you.”

Just then, you reach behind and open the door to your bedroom; it was dark, with the exception of the purple and blue lava lamp that backlit your sensual figure.

“Entry fee is one kiss from you, mister.”

Ashton’s lips curve into a sultry smile, still standing over you, “Just one? Why not a million?”

You just shrug, tapping your manicured fingers along the doorframe, “Inflation.”

He stoops down to press a gentle kiss onto your lips, taking a moment to savor the pomegranate flavored lip balm you’d smothered across them in a hurry. He hums into you, wanting to reach out and touch, but barring himself as per your request.

“I’ve paid my toll,” he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Don’t be smart.”

Ashton bounces on his heels as you step away from the door, guiding him into the dark room by the sway of your hips. You reach over to the nightstand and turn on the light to reveal your bed, intact from this morning, with just a single spool of ribbon nestled between your pillows.

Ashton stops at the doorway, scratching his head in confusion, “Our bed?”

“Mhm. Our bed.”

You then take a few steps, making sure to push your arms together and arch out your back as you reach for the red satin ribbon.

“I mean— I’m not complaining—”

“You shouldn’t. This is part of the surprise,” you say these words as if they meant nothing, twisting the ribbon between your fingers and starting to slowly unravel the tightly wound roll.

“You’re so elusive,” he tuts, stepping closer to the bed.

“I haven’t even given you instructions yet.”

Ashton raises his eyebrow, dipping his knee down onto the mattress. You could tell his eyes were still bugged out and wandering across your body.

“Instructions? Did my gift come with a manual?”

“Somethin’ like that,” you murmur, stepping around the bed to meet him, “you’ve been awfully good this year.”

“Have I?” Ashton asks, in complete awe of you. His body stiffens when you reach out to fiddle with the hem of his t-shirt.

“Mhmm, very. You’ve been working so hard all year. Must get tiresome, no?”

In a complete 180 switch, Ashton suddenly seems to know where this is headed. His face, once dawned in pure ignorant bliss, had learned a thing or two within the past few minutes.

“Wait.”

He had stopped his path towards the bed, eyeing you down as you continued to unravel the ribbon until it dropped onto the floor.

“What?”

“What are you trying to do right now?”

With the satin now wrapped into a make-shift spool across your knuckles, you shrug, “What do you mean?”

He shakes his head, slowly working backwards from the progress he’s made getting onto the mattress.

“Is this part of your little surprise? What’s the ribbon for?”

“Why are you asking me so many questions?”

Ashton crosses his arms, meeting you at your side of the bed, “Because I’m impatient.”

You scoff, “Well at least you’re aware of it.”

He shakes his head, stepping towards you and motioning to the ribbon as the smile on your face only makes him more impatient, “And how do you intend to use that?”

“Use what?”

“The ribbon.”

“Oh,” you hold out your hand, stepping closer to him and only leaving an inch between your bodies, “this?”

“Yeah, that.”

You could tell that Ashton was getting frustrated; the subtle way his jaw ticked each time you smart-mouthed one of his questions. Being elusive and condescending was Ashton’s job in the bedroom. It was one of the things you liked most about your dynamic between the sheets. He, however, didn’t seem to like the sudden role reversal.

But tonight, despite your presence being his present, you decided to go for the more self indulgent route.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have much of a choice.

“The purpose of the ribbon is for me to know, and for you to find out. Wanna lay down for me?”

He doesn’t even get the chance to retort before one soft push to his chest had him plopping down onto the bed. He stares up at you, a bit stunned, watching as you slip right between the perfectly sized slot between his legs.

“Fine. No more questions. But you mentioned instructions…?”

“Mhm. They’re very simple.”

“Hit me with ‘em.”

You smile, draping the ribbon around your neck in order to have both hands free.

“Take your shirt off.”

With his bottom lip now tucked between his teeth, he obliges, pulling off his white tee from the back and tossing it behind you. You take a moment to admire his smooth collarbones, still standing between his legs.

“I’m starting to like you from this angle, Ash,” you purr, taking that same hand you used to push him down to grapple his chin and force his gaze into your eyes.

“I’m indifferent.”

“Why’s that, hm?”

“Usually I’m the one barkin’ orders...”

Before he can explain himself any further, you grab at the ribbon and point to the headboard.

“Lay back. Arms up.”

“Are you about to tie me up?”

He asks this question as he slowly maneuvers to where you told him to, curiosity sparkling in his eyes yet still a fool to your soft, sultry tone.

Somehow, some way, despite the vehement pleading of his facial expressions and the desire to put up a fight, you’re straddling his hips, and he’s holding his arms up like you asked him to.

“Just lay back and look pretty.”

“Yeah? That’s what you want?” Ashton chuckles, “how the tables have turned…”

“I wish you’d stop being such a smartass,” you hum, reaching over him to tie his left wrist in place.

You wished you could’ve taken a picture of his face when the second bow was tied— his face was priceless. You loved how the bows keeping his wrists steady to the bedposts matched the one you’d tied into your hair, you loved how gorgeous he looked beneath you, completely at your disposal.

The way his eyes narrowed when you called him a smartass, it was obvious he was holding back a smile.

You were starting to think that he loved it too.

“Baby—” as Ashton whines, he tugs at your knots, causing your antique bed frame to creak and bang against the wall.

“Yes?” you reply, perching on his lap with an innocent smile.

He seems to have more to say, but all vices are lost as he seems to just give up, and sigh.

“—Oh— forget it. Do what you want. I’m yours.”

You break the tension with a kiss, pressing your lips against his and feeling his chest shudder as he breathes beneath you. It was obvious that he wasn’t accustomed to being restrained. Each time you rolled your hips against his flannel pajama pants there was a knocking at your wall, signifying the willpower he was exercising as to not uproot the bedposts from the floor.

You continue your slow trail, taking your time and peppering open-mouthed kisses along the side of his neck and down towards his chest.

“Fuckin’ hell, baby. How do you do this shit?” The frustration laced through his breathy voice made your stomach turn.

“What, stay tied up? It’s easy,” you hum, mid-kiss to his pec, “I just play by the rules.”

Ashton huffs, growing more and more antsy as your travels lead you towards the waistband of his pajama pants. His supple, gravelly moans were the only thing keeping you from tearing off his pants and having your way with him— because one thing that Ashton Irwin lacked in this life was patience.

And one thing you lacked in this life was the ability to deny yourself a good time.

“Baby, c’mon.” His hips jerk upward, along with his hands, his crotch hitting your clothed core in all of the correct places. But rather than visibly showing how much his fully hard dick had an effect on you, you just smile, and reach up to smoosh his lips together with your index finger.

“Stop pulling, you’ll break the bed.”

“It’s gettin’ really fuckin hard not to.”

“Hush. Don’t wanna hear another word from that mouth.”

Just then, you tap your cool fingertips along his pelvic bone, and watch as the goosebumps rise along his tanned stomach. Living in Los Angeles definitely had it’s perks.

“Yeah?” You can tell how hard he was trying to keep the status quo, but now your fingers were dancing beneath his waistband and causing him grief, “You–God, what have you done to me?”

A catty smile dances across your face, still enjoying how much he absolutely fucking hated not being the one in control.

“A Christmas miracle, maybe?” you tease, finally getting a start on pulling down his pants, “Lift those hips, pretty boy.”

With a disgruntled moan, he does as he’s told, his eyes locked in on your figure and tracing every single curve with his pupils.

You eventually free him from the confines of flannel, his cock springing out like it was being held captive. It was hard not to let your mouth water at just the sight of him; your old ways were awfully invasive.

“Mmmmh,” you hum at the way he twitches, his tip leaky and just begging to be touched.

“You’re fuckin’ murdering me with those eyes, baby.”

“That’s the point, silly. You always like to tell me how patient I am. Why not give you a taste of your own medicine?”

You reach out to hold his cock, antagonizing him by wrapping your fingers around him and remaining stagnant. He hisses at your gentle touch, the headboard knocking against the wall once more.

“God damnit— you gonna make me beg for it?”

“Maybe. That’d be fun,” you hum sweetly, starting a slow rhythm of pumping his cock while staring deeply into those honey green eyes.

“In your fuckin’ dreams, sweetheart.”

In order to hush those sweet lips of his, you take your tongue and drag a line up his shaft. He grunts, loudly, wrists now tinged with red to match his restraints and his incapability to sit still.

“Fuck you— you’re such a tease,” he mutters, his breathing picking up at merely the sigh of your lips near his cock.

“Fuck me? Isn’t that the goal?” you joke once more before dipping your head down to ever-so daintily suck on his tip.

Ashton then lets out a sound like you’d never heard before— it was loud, and beastial. You’d never thought you had it in you to make a grown man cry, and yet here you were, with your boyfriend's sanity at your fingertips.

“Y/N, baby, please… Take it all. God I’m— I’m dyin’ t’feel that fuckin’ mouth.”

With your lips still pursed around his tip, not giving him the full satisfaction just yet, you hum, sending vibrations from the hollows of your cheeks directly into his body. He jolts again, cursing and muttering at the feeling of satin setting fire to his wrists.

His sounds alone have you enthralled by this whole scenario. Hell, you couldn’t believe you didn’t think of this sooner. Tying Ashton up and teasing him in the most seductive piece of lingerie you own? Sold.

In the midst of feeling bad for your poor poor boyfriend, you decide to up the ante, and take him fully into your mouth without warning. Another gasp catches in his larynx, finally releasing some of the pent up tension that had been building since the moment you tied a knot around his wrist.

“Ahhh, fuck. Fuck, yes sweetheart. God you feel so good—”

Expletives and moans fill your bedroom wall to wall, a familiar buzzing sensation hits your stomach as he mutters your name like a prayer.

“Just like that, baby. Not gonna last long if ya’ keep—fuck— suckin’ me off like that.”

It was now an attempt to beat the clock as you felt Ashton’s abdomen tighten. You knew he was close, he knew he was close, it was just a matter of when.

You continued the rhythm that hit him just right, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks whilst his mercy ran thin.

“That pretty mouth— s’good to me. Fuck, you’re an angel.”

With his words, you pop your head up, releasing his cock and replacing his your cock-full mouth with a smile.

“Keep talkin’ pretty boy, you’re so close, aren’t you?”

Ashton’s eyebrows furrow, but they don’t stay angry for long.

“You piss me the fuck off.”

A giggle slips past your steely demeanor, enjoying the ability to banter with your boyfriend while his head spins.

“I know. That’s the best part,” you coo, narrowing your eyes as your hand pumps his milks his cock to an imminent orgasm, “Now are you gonna cum for me, or what?”

One final tug at the headboard left Ashton spent, his release spilling onto your knuckles as you watch him with your bottom lip between your teeth. His breathing was shallow, in time with the rhythm of the last few strokes of your hand.

“Jesus Christ—” he sighs, his head thumping back into the pillows, “You’re a fuckin’ animal.”

“Still a merry Christmas?” You ask, your eyes half-lidded as you take your free hand to massage his shaky thighs.

“The merriest,” he breathes out, still trying to collect himself by running his hands through his now sweaty hair, “but just wait ‘till next year.”

After you’d cleaned up the mess you made and freed Ashton from his festive ligatures, the two of you sat, cozied in bed, staring up at the ceiling as you ruminated on the past year together.

“You know, if you wanna start up the tradition of having a real Christmas, I wouldn’t be opposed,” Ashton mumbles into your hair, still traipsing along the red tulle of your slip.

“Really? What changed your mind?”

“Don’t know. I guess today had me feeling ‘holly and jolly’, if ya’ catch my drift.”

The two of you giggle, feeling the warmth of your body heat combining to shield how Ashton blasted the AC to compensate for your longing for a real white Christmas.

“Maybe next year we’ll have a Christmas party. Invite a few friends, do a secret Santa, cook some dinner?” you shrug, mindlessly sweeping his hair off of his forehead and tucking it behind his ear.

“Hell no. Entertaining those losers is the last thing on my wishlist. But you and me? Alone together?”

“Yeah? What about it?” You hum.

“That’s at the top of my wishlist.”

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Warnings: Oral Sex (F Receiving)

Word Count: 3,253

A/N:( This is the start of A Metallica Christmas Fic Series im doing! I'll be doing all the boys I write for <3 , this is straight up tooth rotting fluff and smut and completely self indulgent)

“Did you want sugar cookies, or chocolate chip?” The sound of her voice twinkled across the small apartment, cutting through the sound of smooth jazz crackling over the speakers. The gentle scratch of the needle against the vinyl making everything sound warm and fuzzy. Her head poked out from around the wall separating the kitchen from the main living area. There, surrounded by an impressive tangle of string lights, was Jason. In all his soft curly haired auburn gorgeousness. His brows furrowed in concentration and his strong jaw locked in place as he maneuvered his fingers through the wires in a less than productive way. “Oh you are making that so much worse.” She laughed

In a few soft strides Y/N was kneeling down in front of him. Her hands moving behind her back to undo the bow holding her apron in place. Gently she reached for the tangle in his hands. He let out a soft groan. “I’m trying my best,” He mumbled as he ran his hands across his face. “Listen when I did this crap as a kid I'm pretty sure the lights were never this tangled.” He complained gently.

Y/N giggled as she settled back on her heels, her fingers working diligently to de-tangle the lights. “I can assure you they were, your parents just dealt with it.” She teased him softly. Her eyes flitted up to take in the cute way his face screwed up in a laugh. “You’re taking it too seriously, if you can't get it it’s not the end of the world Jase” She was more successful in removing the first length of bulbs from the pile.

There was an incredulous look in his eyes, like she had just performed witchcraft right in front of him. “Are you kidding me, I totally like…loosened those up for you.” He huffed as he very gently gathered the lights in his hands, like he was afraid he might tangle them again just from touching them. He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Thanks' baby,” He whispered against her skin.

Playfully Y/N twisted her head to catch his lips briefly. “Of course,” She whispered. “Now if I leave you along with the rest of these, are you going to have another breakdown?” She giggled softly as she pushed herself back up onto her feet. She pulled the apron back over her head to protect his soft oversized sweater, one of Jason’s. “You never answered my question either.”

“I was not having a breakdown,” He said, his voice soft and crackling like a crisp fire. It enveloped her completely, sending tingles down her spine. “Chocolate chip,” He hummed in response. She nodded and leaned down, gently pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and running her hands over his hair to smooth out where he had tied it back out of his face.

With a gentle kiss to his forehead and a promise of, “you got this baby,” She returned back to the small kitchen of Jason’s apartment. Well…it was hardly Jason’s anymore, she had practically moved in at this point, that much was evident by the way her things were scattered across the house, including her various baking utensils that had found their home on Jason’s countertops. She pushed the sleeves of her sweater up as she got to work on her task of cookies.

It had actually been 100 percent Jason’s idea to get festive Not that Y/N was opposed by any means. It was going to be their first Christmas since they started dating, that meant a surprising amount to both of them. So when he asked her to come over and decorate and bake with him, she had immediately taken a trip down to the grocery store to grab all the supplies needed for a full night of baking. Gingerbread and whipped shortbread were already cooling on the kitchen table, filling this house with warm scents of Christmas spice and vanilla.

The tree had already been put up, after about an hour and half of both of them struggling to follow the instructions on where to place each branch. She was pretty sure it was lopsided but Jason told her she was just looking at it wrong. She would ignore the way the angel on the top looked about two seconds away from falling off. It was perfect really.

All that was left to be done was this final batch of cookies. There was flour and dough already caked beneath her nails and living in the soft tresses of her hair, decorating her cheeks in a thin layer. The mess didn’t deter her from the mission of making Jason the best damn chocolate chip cookies he had ever eaten in his life. Yes the recipe was from the back of a Pillsbury package, but they advertised those recipes for a reason, they were good. Plus the secret was to add far more chocolate chips than recommended, by that she meant a whole damn bag.

The soft clinking sounds of her spatula against the metal mixing bowl filled the kitchen. In the living room she could hear the groans of her boyfriend as he dealt with the final decorations, the lights. After that it would be complete, a perfect Christmas scene to live in his house for about two weeks before they would have to take it all down again. That's okay, they would do it together. “You okay Jase?” She called out as she scooped her batter onto the baking sheet.

“I'm fine!” Was the short and strained reply she got. “Love you!” He quickly tacked on at the end, and she couldn’t help but laugh. He never failed to remind her, even when he was knee deep in the most frustrating of tasks. She quickly pushed the baking tray into the oven, bumping the door closed with her hip as dusting her hands off on her apron.

Y/N walked back out to the living room and gasped in soft surprise. He had sure figured it out. Strings of pretty multicolored lights hung from the roof, enveloping the space completely. Jason was standing precariously on the back of the couch with the last set in his hands. A nail sticking out from the corner of his mouth as he finished up his work. “Oh wow…” Y/N gasped softly, her eyes twinkling under the blinking red and green lights. “Jason, it's so pretty.”

He turned to look at her with a dopey grin. “You like it?” he asked, his words slurred slightly by the nail still peeking between his lips. He quickly turned and hammered it into the wall to finish hanging up the lights before he was jumping down to the floor again. “I did a pretty good job I think,” He hummed as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, tugging her into his side.

It was perfect, in the most imperfect way. The wonky Christmas tree, the way the lights hung down at different lengths, two mismatched stockings laid beneath his tv in place of a fireplace. Y/N hooked her arms around his middle as she nuzzled into his side. “You did a wonderful job, babe.” She whispered into his chest. Her hands curled into the fabric of his sweater as he pulled her even closer. Just them,, in the middle of the living room, wrapped in the warm glow of Christmas lights and the soft crackling of old songs. “I love you.”

Jason chuckled gently into the top of her head, burying his face into her hair. “You smell really good,” He mumbled. He pressed a kiss to her scalp. “Those cookies almost done? I'm getting impatient I might have to eat you,” He teased as he leaned in to nip at her ear playfully. His face brightened at the soft giggles she let out, like bright church bells.

“Oh god you are a dork,” She breathed out, shaking her head as she pulled back to look at him. He was…perfect. Her heart swelled at the sight of him. She reached up to tug his glasses off gently, folding them neatly into her hand. “Five minutes, think you can wait that long?” She teased with a kiss to his cheek.

He carefully took his glasses back from her and moved to place them on the coffee table. With a playful groan he conceded. “Yeah, I guess I can wait the eternity of five minutes.” He sighed and sank down into the old worn couch. “I do think I would rather just eat you though,” He hummed thoughtfully before sending a playful wink at her.

A year later and his flirting still had her feeling nervous, he was rarely so forward and she often didn’t know how to handle the attention. Her cheeks flushed and she looked away from him. “Well you can have that too but you have to wait until the oven is off before I burn down your apartment.” She huffed in embarrassment. “Greedy,” She mumbled with a small grin. Quickly before she combusted on the spot she bustled back to the kitchen.

She tidied up the flour that coated about every surface in the kitchen as she waited for the timer to go off with a sudden impatience. She would be lying if she said she wasn't just about ready to jump Jason's bones. Who could blame her, he was so sweet and thoughtful…and probably the prettiest boy she had ever seen. She jumped as the soft ringing pulled her from her thoughts. She was so eager to pull them out she nearly grabbed the pan bare handed. “Shit,” She hissed softly as her fingers barely grazed the hot pan. Quickly she slipped an oven mitt on and ripped them from the oven, tossing them on to the counter and quickly turning off the appliance.

“You okay babe?” Jason asked from behind her, concern evident on his features as he heard her screaming from the other room. His eyes glazed over where she was sucking her thumb into her mouth to soothe the mild burn she had inflicted on herself. “What did you do?” he frowned.

Y/N smiled sheepishly at him. “Forgot that pans right out of the oven are hot,” She joked as she pulled her thumb from her mouth. It wasn’t so bad, just a dull pain beneath her skin. “I may have gotten too excited.” she shrugged. She fumbled for a moment with the tie on her apron before she was tugging it off and throwing it onto the counter. “Now…you said something about eating me?”

A sweet honeyed laugh came from her boyfriend. “Oh, I see what you were excited about, and here I thought you were just enthusiastic about chocolate chip cookies.” He teased. He reached forward, scooping her hips into his hands and tugging her closer. His lips found hers gently, unhurried and lazy as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. A soft content sigh leaving the both of them. With a guiding touch Jason stepped backwards, Y/N nearly stumbling over her feet to chase him. Walking her backwards down the hall to their room. Unable to break apart even for a second.

The sheets were soft against her back as Jason’s heavy hands pushed her down with a delicate tenderness. Her legs hung over the edge of the bed as he dropped down to his knees before her. His head came to rest on her thigh as he stared up at her through his lashes. Slowly Y/N leaned up onto her elbows to look down at him. The soft lighting pouring in from the hall danced across his strong features, softening him. “You’re so pretty between my legs,” She whispered softly.

Jason smiled and nudged his nose into the flesh of her inner thigh, his fingers pushing up underneath the hem of her skirt to bunch it around her waist. “Glad you think so, it’s my favorite place to be.” He mumbled, his lips brushing against her skin sending a sharp chill traveling up each vertebrae of her spine. He inhaled deeply, his hands shifting and pushing her thighs up slightly. Her legs hooked around his shoulders, the backs of her knees resting comfortably against his shoulders. “Can I?” He hummed.

A tender smile crossed Y/N;s face. She shifted her weight onto one of her arms to free her other hand. She reached down and tugged his hair from the tie holding it back from his face. She ran her fingers through the flattened curls appreciatively, tangling in tight against his scalp as she tugged him closer to her heat. “Please,” She whispered breathily in response.

The movement elicited a soft groan from Jason. He leaned in and pressed his nose against the dampening fabric of her panties, his tongue coming out to press flat against her. She sucked in a sharp breath at the contact. Her head fell back, tossing the tresses of her hair down her back, pooling against the bed. “You always smell so good, baby,” He mumbled against her.

She winced in embarrassment. She knew there was no reason to be, he was obsessed with her, still she couldn’t help the soft curling of self consciousness that took hold of her brain. “God, Jase’ don’t say shit like that.” She whined, her nails scratching light against his skull. He nuzzled into her a little more aggressively. His fingers slid up across her thighs before grabbing at the elastic of her underwear, playfully pulling them back to snap against her skin.

“Why not,” He hummed, grinning against her as her breath hitched at the sharp sting against her skin. Her hands tugged rougher at his hair in retaliation, a cute pout pulling at her lips. “I mean it, I’d fucking live right here if I could…forever.” He groaned. He hooked his fingers underneath the fabric and pulled away from her just long enough to tug the offending barrier away. She was already dripping wet, sticky as he peeled her panties off her.

As his thick calloused fingers fell against her folds, her arm gave out holding her up. She fell back against the bed once more with a soft sound as he spread her slickness across her skin. He always liked getting a bit too messy. “Oh god, Jase.” Her head tossed to the side as her breathing got heavier, ragged deep breaths forcing her chest to rise and fall in uneven motions. “Quit teasing please, put your mouth on me.” She pleaded.

His laugh was gentle and sweet against her. “I'm getting to it sweet girl.” He huffed, leaning in to blow cool hair across the unbearable heat. Y/N squirmed gently, held only in place by his hands curling around her thighs, resting on the dip between her hips and legs. “Have I ever not given you what you wanted?” He clicked his tongue chastising her playfully.

Y/N parted her lips to clap back at him, but all that left was a needy breathless sigh. Her hands went lax in his hair as he finally closed his mouth around her clit. Sucking it into his mouth gently as his tongue flicked out against her. “Fuck,” She managed out between strangled moans. Fast rough flicks of his tongue just like she liked. Her hips twitched to buck up against him but he pressed her down. This was as much for him as it was for her, he was going to do this how he wanted.

Slowly he tilted his head down further, his tongue moving to press into her hole as he nudged at her clit with his nose. It left his whole face wet, covered in her as he dove in like a man starved. His blunt nails dug into her skin as he groaned against her. It was near impressive how far his tongue could reach inside her. She could feel the combination of his spit and her wetness dripping down her, cooling against her skin and forcing another shiver from her body. Twitching against the sheets with a gasp.

“Jason, god,” She could hardly form a coherent thought let alone sentence. Jason and god, yeah they were the same person right now. She could worship him the way he was lapping at her cunt. Her hands felt weak as she tried to grip onto his curls to steady herself again, but each needy movement of his tongue curling inside her had her melting. “If you keep going I’m gonna come.” She warned him in a soft squeak.

When he pulled back to look up at her she nearly fainted. His face glistened in the low light with her juices, his usually soft eyes dark with something a touch more feral than she was used to. He was breathing heavily, looking almost annoyed that he had to stop. “That's the point,” He managed to force out. “Want you on my tongue, gotta taste you.” With that he was back to needly sucking at her entrance.

How could she possibly argue with that? Her back arched in a shaky movement, less than graceful as he tugged her hips down to press her harder against his face. She wanted to hold him down and grind against his face, but his hands were a constant steady pressure on her hips holding her in place. “Oh, oh, fuck,” She gasped. “Jason I'm so- oh god I'm close.” Her desperate attempts to take in air grew shallow and faster. The hot coil in her stomach wound up painfully tight, threatening to snap at any moment.

Then her thighs snapped closed, bracketing his head between them as she let out a strangled cry of his name. In waves warmth washed over her, full body convulsions forcing her to writhe pathetically on the bed as she came across his needy tongue. His low moan into her sent another spike of overstimulating pleasure to blanket her. She squeezed her eyes shut as he struggled to force air back into her lungs. Finally his movements against her grew nearly painful, tears pricking at the inner corners of her eyes. Gently she pushed against his head to push him away.

Jason took the hint and pulled away, sitting back on his heels. He was panting, a grin on his lips. He swiped her wetness from the corners of his mouth onto his thumb before sucking it into his mouth. “I think you might be sweeter than any cookies,” He hummed as he moved up off his knees to lean over her. His lips pressed against hers so she could taste herself on his lips.

She pulled back with a bright laugh, breathless as she still struggled to catch her breath. “God that was really bad Jason.” She shook her head at his cheesy line. “You’re so lucky I already came because that wouldn’t have done you any favors.” Her arms came up to weakly wrap around his neck, pulling his body on top her her, his full weight like a comforting blanket to steady herself.

He laughed with her, gently easing himself to lay on top of her, pressing his face in between her neck and shoulder. She didn’t care that it was wet and sticky, they could shower later. “Oh come on,” He huffed playfully against her skin, peppering soft wet kisses there. “You love me.”

“Yeah, I do.”