#hands up if you get the rice pilaf thing

[kawaii-kozume]

hiii, im not sure if ur still taking reqs or if this is the right way, and if not, feel free to ignore this! if you have time, could i request lityerses/reader cooking headcanons? Thanks! 😋

Hi Nonnie!! Sorry this is so late but here are my cooking headcanons with Lityerses :3

Lit doesn’t care about the mess, at all. He always cleans up, especially if he pushes to cook with you

When you first got together, he was super nervous when you’d cut up the vegetables and things. Honestly, you with knives made him nervous in the beginning but of course that diminished over time.

He says so many silly puns about heat in the kitchen, you being “hot” or things like “You need to step out, it’s getting too hot in here” if you’re working on the stove.

I see him really push side dishes, he makes a really good rice pilaf and teaches you a bunch of old Greek dishes. Eventually, he starts writing them down for you on index cards to put in a box.

He’s very touchy, especially when you get settled into your relationship so if something’s just heating up or you’re in between dishes, he���ll be hanging off of you. Hands resting on your hips as you stir a pot, a peck to the cheek in passing, he’ll also do the thing where he puts his hand on yours, the one that’s holding a utensil and then guides your hand in using it even if you know what you’re doing just so he has an excuse to touch you.

He has a lot of random knowledge about cooking? Like, specifically about spices and what works. You’ll ask him things like “I want a lemon base, what else do I add?” and he responds with wild shit like “Parsley, pepper and add a sprig of rosemary” and it just works? You don’t know where he finds it, but at this point you’ve begun to trust his knowledge.

He’s not a baker. He understands the basics, but he cannot do anything beyond making icing, I promise you. I’m sorry, I know he wants to make you the best apple pie possible but it just is not within his wheelhouse.

If you get something on your shirt or face, he’ll be sappy and try to do one of those tender moments of wiping the stuff off/away and then will somehow make it worse leading to you having to step away to change/wipe it off. Then he’ll laugh about it with you. The little moments like that remind him that he’s really, truly human again and it fills him with so much happiness that it overflows sometimes.

[writingblognumber1]

Dad’s best friend Toji pt 2

Contains smut!

Monday morning classes go by slowly or maybe it’s the fact that you can’t wait to go home and see what Toji is up to. Even though, he probably is at work. You wonder how he would react if he came in from work and you had made dinner for them. Would it be too domestic? Would he even question it? Would he sit at the table with you? Would he find someway to say thank you? It might be too soon for him though. You don’t want to scare him away, but you feel so drawn to him. You feel electric when he’s around.

After class, you decide that you’re going to cook dinner for him anyway. You stop by Aldi and pick up a few things and rush home to prepare. His truck that he drove in yesterday is gone, confirming that he is at work. You decide to start dessert before you take your shower. You prepare lemon blueberry tarts for him and yourself. The house smells delicious and it makes your mouth water. Hopefully he has no allergies. After completing this step you prep a few things for dinner and leave to clean up yourself.

Dinner is almost ready and it’s nearing 6 o’clock. You hear the sound of keys at the door and suck in a breath of air, wiping your moist hands down your shorts. As Toji enters the house, he lifts his head and meets your eyes. Instantly, he smiles warmly at you. You watch as he takes a deep inhale through his nose.

“What is that smell?” He asks, dropping his keys onto the counter.

“I made us dinner for tonight.” You sheepishly look down at the rice pilaf cooking on the stove.

“You didn’t have to do that. But I appreciate it. I’m gonna shower and I’ll be back down.” His voice is casual. You can’t help but watch as he turns to the stairs. Your heart skips a beat and you work to finish everything, hands slightly shaking.

When Toji comes down the stairs, you start to make your plates. As you set his plate down in front of him, he grasps your hand. You bite your lip to hold back any sounds you want to make.

“It looks delicious. Thank you.” His thumb brushes over the back of your hand.

“It’s no problem Toji. I wanted to cook for you.” You’re not sure why you said that. Maybe your hormones and sexual frustrations are catching up to you, making you braver than before. He raises his eyebrows at you and you turn your attention to your own plate.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You jump up and come back with a bottle of wine in your hands. Toji is grinning at you and it makes your heart beat wildly in your chest.

“Wine and dinner? If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to seduce me.” He chuckles, looking at you through his eyelashes. You hesitate, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Is it really that obvious? You say nothing as you pour yourself a glass.

Dinner goes smoothly and, before Toji can leave, you’re quick to ask him if he’d like to watch a movie with you. Being alone in a dark room with him sounds like the perfect setup for something carnal to take place. He stares at you for a moment, undoubtedly trying to figure you out. But then he shrugs and says,

“Sure. A movie sounds nice. But I get to pick.” You can’t help but giggle in satisfaction at his answer. Excitement moves through your body making you feel giddy. It’s been a long time since you’ve felt like this around someone. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted someone more than you want Toji. You’re not even sure where you want this to go. All you can think of, is him. His face, body, voice. It’s like a drug you can’t stay away from.

When you make it back to the living room, after changing into your pajamas, Toji has the movie paused. Your eyes roam his features, stopping at his soft lips. He looks up at you and you turn your eyes to the tv.

“So what’re we watching?” You ask, sitting on the other side of the couch Toji is sitting on. He smirks at you.

“We’re gonna watch Sinister.” You can’t help but laugh. He looks confused for a moment.

“What?”

“I love sinister, Toji.” He looks at you and for a second there’s a look in his eyes that make you want to lay back and spread yourself open for him. He face shifts and he lets out a laugh.

“I should’ve figured you’d like scary movies.” He presses play on the tv.

“I do like scary movies but nothing too gory. It’s just exciting and makes me feel some type of way.” He turns to look at you then and that feeling comes back. This time you hold his eyes.

“How does it make you feel?” His voice is deeper, raspier. You wonder what it would be like for him to talk you through it.

“I mean, like I said, it’s exciting. Gives me a rush and I love the suspense and build up.” You pull your legs up onto the couch and position your body so you’re facing him. His eyes roam over your legs and up your body to your eyes again.

“See something you like sweetheart?” You mock him and he throws his head back when he laughs.

Since you both have seen sinister, you decide to watch something neither of you have watched before. You both watch Pearl.

It’s halfway through the movie and you’ve noticed Toji has moved a couple of inches closer to you. It’s cool and dark in the room, making you feel more confident than before. You stretch your feet out and they brush the side of his leg.

“Sorry.”

He looks up at you and you move to tuck your feet back, but he grabs them. Toji moves over another inch towards you and sets your feet in his lap.

“Thanks.” You smile, feigning innocence and he brushes his hand over your feet. His thumb presses into the arch of your foot, massaging it. You can’t hold back the small moan that slips through. Foot massages are your weakness. He lets out a low laugh.

“Feel good?” He’s looking at you now, digging his fingers deeper. Your toes curl at the pressure and the feeling of his hands on you. You want more.

“Yes.” You nod your head at him, watching his hands work. Your pussy clenches around nothing and you press your thighs together. Both of you have forgotten the movie in the background. His hand moves up your ankle, to your leg, and softly strokes you there. You clench your thighs tighter, holding yourself back from spreading your legs for him. Even though this seems extremely intimate and inappropriate, you still can’t be sure how he would react if you just open yourself up for him. The movie ends and the credits roll on the screen. His hand continues to rub your leg.

“Toji?” Your soft voice grabs his attention. He looks at you like he could swallow you entirely. Your breath hitches for a second and you gulp. You wonder what he’s thinking.

“I really like when you touch me.” You keep your voice delicate, innocent almost. He tightens his hold on your leg.

“Yeah?” He asks, his hand moves higher than it had before. Goosebumps break out across your skin at the contact. His hand is very warm, just like you’d thought.

“Yes.” You whisper out. You hold each other’s eyes as he continues to slide his hand up and over to the inside of your leg. Without being able to stop yourself, your legs part for him. Your eyes are heavy. Heat builds in your core and you can feel yourself getting wet with slick. You wonder what it feels like to have Toji’s fingers in your pussy.

“I-I’m sorry. I actually can’t do this.” Toji removes his hands from you and stands, running his fingers through his dark brown hair. The embarrassment spreads through your whole body and you close your legs, sitting up straight. The rejection sobers you up from the heat that has built in your core.

“It’s just, your dad is a good friend of mine and you’re his daughter. It would be wrong, for both of us.” You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. Part of you can’t blame him for being hesitant, but he doesn’t know your relationship with your father. He also doesn’t know you, doesn’t know that you’ve never done anything like this before. Never pursued a man. Never had the confidence in yourself to do such things like you’ve done tonight.

“I see. I’m so glad he’s a great friend to you Toji. If only he could be the same way with me. Doesn’t matter anyway. You won’t be here forever and neither will I. Goodnight.”

You get up from the couch and Toji watches you leave before beginning to clean up. Of course he wouldn’t want to touch you. How would your father feel if he found out? Would he even care? Probably not, but Toji doesn’t know that. You do know that Toji wants you, otherwise he wouldn’t have touched you the way he did. You wonder how much more enticing you can make yourself to him. Would he be able to say no if he saw you, begging for him, open for him? A treat laid bare for him to consume. Surely he wouldn’t deny himself something that was handed to him on a silver platter. He’s not the type to pick at his food, wouldn’t dare be impolite and reject what was offered to him. You want to see his facade crumble for you.

You make sure to leave the door unlocked and slightly ajar when you lay out across your bed. You pull your clothes off and reach for your toy. Just the sight of it makes you throb, the desire moves through your body anew. You think of him as you desperately seek release from the tension that has coiled its way inside your body.

“Toji!” You call out, so close to cumming from just the thought of what could’ve happened earlier. The thought of him pulling you closer to him and situating himself between your legs. You wonder how he would feel completely pressed against you. What does his cock look like? Would you even be able to take him? Your vibrator is pressed to your clit and your back is arched off of the bed. You can hear him coming up the stairs finally. You gasp his name out as you clench around nothing, wanting so desperately to feel his fingers, tongue, cock, anything inside of you. A creek from the door has your eyes darting towards it. Toji stands there, watching you intensely. You spread your legs for him, grabbing your breast with your other hand. You’ve never felt so vulnerable in front of someone. You want to be vulnerable for him though. Your hips roll against your vibrator again and again, unable to stop yourself.

“You’re doing all of this? For me, baby? Are you that needy for it?” His husky voice makes you beg. It sends all rational thought from your brain. He hasn’t touched you and yet, you feel like you’re floating. You can tell from his eyes that he’s fighting with himself.

“Toji, please. Please, I need to cum.” You’re whining now, so close to your peak. You wonder what he feels watching you like this. Is he hard right now? The thought makes you press harder on your clit. You’ve only known each other for a day, but it feels like he’s all you’ve ever wanted. You were never the type for random hookups, but for Toji, you have to have a taste. A piece of him. Whatever he will give you. Your mind races with thoughts of him. All over you, surrounding you. Your eyes find his again and he holds your stare. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips and you whimper at the sight. The thought of his sharp tongue on your pussy has you gasping. He steps closer, leaning against the wall as he peers down at you. It makes you feel exposed. You fight to close your legs from his gaze.

“Are you gonna cum, babygurl? Gonna cum just from me watching you play with yourself?” You cry out at his words. Yes, yes, yes.

“Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me.” His voice is stern; it’s an order. An order you refused to disobey. Your toes curl as you arch further off the mattress. The pleasure washes through you in never ending waves. Your brain is nothing but tv static at this point, no thoughts. You’re gasping his name out like a prayer, body jerking from the aftershocks as you come down. When you finally collapse on the bed, you look to where he was standing. He’s gone.

[itstokkii]

just. just ummm asking but if turkuzbek were getting married what outfits would they wear i want ur input!! ^_^ no secret plan whatsoever!!! justttttt curious,;;

gonna trust you on that "no secret plan thing" hmmmmmm.....

okok so the first thing you gotta know about uzbek/turkish weddings is they are basically parties. especially in the rural areas.

uzbek women take their outfits very seriously since this is a very social scene and they want others to be talking about their drip. they have at least 10 different outfits to wear to weddings. this is why every wedding looks like a gala.

uzbek brides throughout the 2-3 day wedding processions(and the engagement ceremony) have at least 4-5 different outfit changes and all of them slay so hard.

wedding outfits: the usual white dress, tuxedo combo. the bride has a jeweled headband or tiara. here's a link to an uzbek wedding store that could give you some inspo but tbh...any wedding dress is fine as long as it's white.

engagement ceremony, bachelorette party: usually a modified version of uzbek traditional clothing, link here

at home: here

I've looked over turkish wedding traditions and a lot of them overlap with uzbek wedding traditions: it lasts for about 2-3 days.

prequel: Fatiha-to'yi: the engagement ceremony. usually when this happens it's a sign to anyone else who was gonna propose to basically just give up lol. it's confirmed, they're officially fiances. engagement rings are given here(usually to the bride since uzbek men don't wear rings, but a lot of turkish guys do wear rings, esp wedding rings so....dazzle dazzle sadik. just as long as it's not a gold ring!). in uzbek tradition, they break bread in half, which reaffirms the officiation of the engagement.

day 1: qiz to'yi(or qiz vechir)/kına gecesi: day 1 is basically the bachelorette party, and it's about the bride and her close family and friends. in uzbekistan, it can be hosted in the bride's house or a venue/restaurant could be rented out. gifts are given to the bride's family.in turkey, the bride and wedding guests will have henna applied onto them in fun designs, and traditionally this was believed to protect the couple from evil.

day 2: nikokh toy'i: day 2 is when the bride and groom officially get married. in the very early morning, uzbek fried rice(osh/pilaf) is prepared in the groom's house for neighbors and guests to eat. around the daytime is when the groom arrives at the bride's house, and they're married by an imam(leader of your local mosque).

in turkey, there's a tradition where the groom tries to take the bride away from her home, with her family members "refusing to open the door" as a joke. the groom has to knock many times, and sometimes has to bribe the family with money or candy to let her go.

(i can see uzb's siblings being very, very adamant to let her go lol. my man turkey has to bribe them with a few benjamins to finally see her)

and after that the two are driven to the state registry office to fill out their marriage certificate. after that, they're driven to the groom's house(or a venue wherever the wedding reception is happening) to party. if it's the groom's house a whole ensemble of people playing karnays and surnays(horns) greet them at the entrance of the house. in turkey they play davuls(drums) and zurnas(horns).

usually about 300 people on average pull up to the reception. sometimes guests aren't even close to the bride/groom themselves, they'll just hear from a friend of a friend that a wedding's happening on X date and they're down. anyway, lots of music and dancing going around, and a lot of food. in turkey, they have a traditional dance called haley, where people hold hands and dance in a circle, as the music speeds up and slows down(a bit like dabke...??)

examples of venues lol

this goes on until like. quite late into the night(1-2am). there's all sorts of traditions, like the groom eating a bit of honey and then giving it to the bride to eat as well so their life is "sweet" from then on, but there's a lot of regional differences i can't list lol. in turkey, the bride and groom give pocket money in envelopes to kids.

when the bride and groom is at home, the bride's friend dresses the bride up in special clothes behind a curtain in the bride and groom's room. the groom, along with his friends, has to go and pay a small sum of "ransom money" to her friend, after which they're left alone together.

day 3: kelin salom(bride greeting): on the third day, the bride is dresses in kelin sarpo with a veil over her head, as she bows lightly to guests. during this time, both sides of the family exchange gifts of things to help the new couple's household. with that, all ceremonies are over. the bride wears a bunch of new drip her parents collected and bought over the years for the next month or so.

i couldn't add much about turkey since I'm not turkish, so if anyone turkish would like to correct me on something or add on, feel free!

[ruvviks]

ehehehehe hi. vitali ask. what kind of food does he like. what does he like to cook for others. <3

OUHHH THIS IS INTERESTING THANK YOU >:] so vitali is all for convenience, he does like to cook but generally just doesn't have a lot of time for it because of the long hours he makes at his office so the meals he mostly makes are easy to put together and don't take a ridiculous amount of time. that being said he IS a freak with kitchen knives and can cut veggies insanely fast so if vincent were to try one of vitali's recipes he would take almost twice as long SBHGFDJNGHDFG

he's not a picky eater and can and will generally eat anything, as long as the texture isn't too soggy / slimy. he loves a good stir fry or curry or soup because of the vast amount of different things you can put in it and this is also what he usually makes at home for him + vincent + mikhail to eat :]

also generally stays away from very greasy food because his body can't handle it very well :/ so he wouldn't be quick to eat a good ol' american hamburger. tbh i wouldn't be quick to trust hamburgers in night city for starters but especially vincent loves burgers so in that case vitali will just eat something else LMAO whenever they order takeout he tends to go for whatever has the most veggies in it :]

this is gonna get super specific but i love self projecting on ocs LMAO so some of his favorite meals to make would be chicken pilaf with peach, hungarian goulash and rice, tahu telur (indonesian tofu omelette), and tuscan butter shrimp! very varied palette which is mostly the result of him experimenting a LOT when he was in arasaka's training program and also later when he was officially working there, he had a lot of spare time on his hands in the evening hours now that he didn't go out anymore (or at least not as much as he used to) and he wanted some variation from the slop his mother used to serve back at home and the instant ramen and soggy tacos and burritos he used to eat in college 😭

so yeah all in all, lots of flavors and variation as long as it's easy to do!! stuff that takes longer to make like goulash would be a weekend thing for him, and he also ends up ordering takeout a lot because well he has the money for it. doesn't mind getting more expensive stuff either and he always likes trying out something new :] also asks his friends and mercenaries for fun new recipes to try ^_^

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Hope you guys haven't forgotten about me while I've been busy with puppy! :3 In truth this one was taking longer than most of my recent work anyway for its own reasons, namely the whole "having more characters in it than I usually draw at once" thing. But yeah, I want Rice Pilaf to be able to go home after the events of PLA but I also don't want to permanently separate the team, so after he's able to return he and the ladies each get a way to travel between those two points in time and space and visit whenever! It's great! And the ladies get to enjoy the fun things about the modern era! Including the food, though given out penchant for ingredients and cooking methods that wouldn't be around in Hisui that might not be quite as great as it sounds XD

And here, since they're all crowded together, have some alts with clear views of everyone!

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[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 059

Yeah, I don’t know what’s going on.  Sorry.

Having deduced that Zamasu is probably planning to kill his master, the Supreme Kai of Universe 10, Beerus and Whis have returned for a second visit to Gowasu’s palace-temple thingy.  They ask him if there’s been anything concerning about Zamasu’s behavior, and Gowasu seems mildly bothered by the question, but he insists that there’s nothing to worry about. 

Then Zamasu enters the courtyard to serve tea, and he acts much more innocent than he did the last time these U7 guys came to see him.  He kind of overplays his hand, though, since he acts much more polite to Goku, and even pretends to have trouble recalling his name. 

Beerus isn’t fooled, but he pretends to be.  He makes up a few excuses to get out of this place, saying that he only returned because Goku kept bugging him for a rematch with Zamasu.  Goku doesn’t play along, because he’s such a himbo, but Beerus beats him up until he cooperates.

Gowasu might find all of this rather strange, but Whis distracts him with a gift of Earth tea and mochi rice cakes.  And Gowasu’s blood is 95% tea at this point, so he’s too focused on the gift to wonder why they were asking questions about Zamasu’s recent behavior if all they came for was a pointless request for a rematch with Goku.

Here’s your latest pic of Gowasu sipping tea.  This guy absolutely sucks.  I wish he were evil, just because that’d be more interesting than his oblivious indifference.

In... space... I guess, the boys discuss their observations of Zamasu, and Beerus says he could sense malicious intent in Zamasu.  Goku and Shin could not however, because Destroyer Gods are uniquely attuned to that sort of thing.  And if Shin didn’t notice, then Gowasu certainly wouldn’t be expecting treachery.  So why did they leave? Because Beerus can’t destroy a Kai like Zamasu without solid proof of wrongdoing.  So they spy on Gowasu and Zamasu and wait to see what happens. 

Meanwhile, in Future Trunks’ world, we find Zamasu and Goku Black sipping tea and congratulating each other on their awesome Kill Everybody Plan. 

They live here, of all places, which... I don’t know what I expected, but this seems kind of dumb.  They’ve been at this for seventeen years.

Back on the regular Earth, Pilaf tries to give Kid Mai romantic advice, but she isn’t interested.  I haven’t been interested in anything the Pilaf Gang have said or done since 2014, but no one seems to care how I feel about it. 

Meanwhile, Kid Trunks confronts his older future self, because he’s been down in the dumps over losing so badly.  I just want to point out that this shot of Kid Trunks looks a lot like they drew Adult Trunks’s head on Kid Trunks’ body, and it’s creeping me out. 

See?  Once he turns Super Saiyan it’s like his head de-ages into what it should be.

Anyway, Kid Trunks starts attacking Future Trunks to try to shake him out of it, and it works, I guess.  

Wait, hold on, I just received an important bulletin!  Gowasu... is drinking... more tea!

Zamasu gets up from the table and walks behind him as he apologizes for his recent attitude lately.  He claims to understand what Gowasu tried to teach him before.  Sometimes evil is necessary to show beings the path to good.  And so, evil can be required to bring about justice.  Translation: It’s okay to murder Gowasu because that’s the only way to kick off Zamasu’s plan to murder everyone else.

So he fires up his energy hand thing, and you would think Gowasu could sense that, at least.   As he strikes and kills Gowasu, Goku freaks out, but then Whis uses his power to reverse time by three minutes, undoing the murder and giving them a chance to intervene.

And this time, when Zamasu lowers the boom, he finds an oven mitt on his hand, which I assume Whis put on him in order to foil his strike.  Maybe the oven mitt has special powers?  Wait, yeah, this oven mitt could be like those centipede creatures in Star Wars that can cancel out the Force.  Imagine if you stuffed Goku in a bigger version of one of these oven mitts.  He’d be powerless!

So the good guys barge in and Gowasu’s like “What’s the meaning of this?” and they pull off the oven mitt to reveal Zamasu was weilding hand energy the whole time.  Couldn’t Zamasu just... turn it off before he got caught? 

So Zamasu tries to fight his way out of this, but Beerus calmly destroys him before he can do anything.

Yeah, this is pretty nice.  Too bad it’s not going to be that easy.

So as far as Beerus is concerned, the case is closed.  By destroying Zamasu today, before he could kill Gowasu and steal the Time Ring, there’s no way for Zamasu to create Goku Black, or terrorize the Earth in Trunks’ timeline. 

But Trunks isn’t convinced.  We saw this play out in the Androids Saga, where he warned Goku about the heart virus so he could survive and fight the androids, but Trunks’ own world wasn’t affected by those changes.  If that principle holds, then Beerus’ actions in this timeline won’t have any bearing on the events unfolding in Trunks’ world. 

Beerus insists that it’s not the same at all, because he’s a god, and when he destroys someone they’re gone, no matter what alternate timelines they might be in.   Trunks wants to believe this, but he can’t be sure.  Well, more importantly, he lives in that world, so he’d need to go back anyway just to go home.  But also, he still needs to check. 

Here’s what sucks.  We already know how this is going to go.  If Beerus had actually eliminated the threat in this episode, then the story is over and it ended in the most anticlimactic way possible.  That would suck, so it’s a safe bet that Trunks will go back and find nothing has changed.  That would also suck, because it means nothing that happened in this episode made much of a difference. I mean, they saved Gowasu, but Gowasu sucks, so that doesn’t matter to me. 

So the cliffhanger of this episode is basically “The next episode is going to suck, but which way is it going to suck?  Find out next time on Dragon Ball Super!”

And that would be bad enough, except we don’t even get to wonder, because the next-episode preview gives the whole thing away.  It shows the gang going back to the future and finding Black and Zamasu there waiting for them. 

The Zamasu Saga is awful. 

[diabetesinsider]

Hale the Kale...

...cheers for the chard...a must do for the mustard greens - all worthy to add to your dinner side dish rotation. To cook any of these, I slice up an onion caramelizing it in olive oil. Add salt, pepper, and garlic powder tossing well. Throw in your greens preference, tossing again, and serve up with a slice of roast pork, hot rice pilaf, and chilled tart apple slices for dessert. The mustard greens are excellent with the onions, seasonings, then throw in a can of black eyed peas - great vegan meal. These are easy to fix, looks like you put some effort into it and is part of my healthy eating plan.

When I'm not quickly putting together a healthy meal for my family, I'm sewing cotton pocket aprons for my online shop - www.etsy.com/shop/topdrawerthreads .

Or, I'm putting the finishing touches on hand knit hats and scarves worked by me from upcycled recycled yarns for my other online shop - www.etsy.com/shop/topdraweryarns .

My daughter's have an online shop - www.etsy.com/shop/yesdesigns - where they design and sew cotton pocket knickers very suitable for leisure or cosplay or whatever you get up to.

My older daughter has an online shop - www.etsy.com/shop/wildwovenwomen - where she knits upcycled recycled yarns into cozy thick afghans and throws - just the thing to curl up into on a cold winter's eve.

[magmacannon]

1, 6, 7, and 11 for dehiscence & 20, 21, 22, and 25 for yarrow? :]

YES time to talk abt Them... hehe

does your oc have any motifs? Yes.... Dee's by far strongest motif is The Fungus, which symbolically represents both the decay of the individual (their previous life, the things they touch, and to some degree the horror of loss) and the symbiosis (?) of living in the world (the necessity of connection to survive and thrive, the wonder of going out into a lively forest and feeling it breathe, etc.) Their other motifs are contact and gentle intimacy and connection from that, and the Haze of trying to connect to the world when you really aren't able to connect/exist in what may be considered a normal way to do so.

6. what is the thing your oc likes the least about themselves? mmm the Killing.... they're not (usually) a fan of their Extreme Toxic Mushroom AOE that they can't turn off. They didn't immediately hate it but they definitely do now!

7. what is the thing your oc likes the most about themselves? Genuinely Genuinely Dehiscence Knows They're Sexy in a kind of freak way and they ADORE that. They like being a weird kind of dykefag and lean into it for fun.

11. has your OC ever fallen in love and with whom? Twice (or at least they think so!) - Millifleur, a very sweet and kind elf gal who ran away with them to escape the very limiting and pretty nightmarish environment she grew up in (and. subsequently died because Dehisence is not friendly to life) and Nelita, a much more cautious gal who is doing their best to make Dee less deadly All The Time (and also denying that Dee might be anything more than a friend for a very long time!)

And now for the Big Pink Guy

20. a nostalgic memory from your OC’s childhood? Yarrow, if given the chance and the comfort to do so, will get VERY nostalgic about apples and go off about their cultivation and the like. They remind him of his mother, since she worked the large orchard in the town he grew up in (and he helped pretty often - height was a genuine advantage there pff)

21. hobbies your OC enjoys? Besides sex, Yarrow likes dancing and socializing (both in clubs and at more ritzy events, different vibes for each ofc) and making things with his hands, be that sculptures or sketches. He also knows how to play a few instruments and works out daily so he keeps those in his circle of hobbies quite often!

22. what is holding your OC back to achieve their goals? VERY little nowadays! Before it was his Own Self, and it was frustrating for him to want something but also get So Mad/beat up about it that he couldn't maintain much of a straightforward Goal or connections needed to actualize what he wanted to truly to. He got much better at long-term planning through a lot of effort and time spent working on himself. The major block to Yarrow doing things nowadays is public appearance and (to a greater extent) Shitty Cops who think he's gotten too sexy and uppity for his own good (he'd do a lot more community-wise if he felt he could safely get away with it, if that makes sense)

25. favorite food and color for your OC? Favorite food is a rice and mango chicken pilaf, favorite color... you might be able to guess from some outfits (I think it might actually be like. salmon pink or a shade of red pff)

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

You Will Find Me: Chapter: Eight Preview

Yay! this will be out later in the week. But for the mean time, here’s something!

Nat and Steve

Evening rolled around, and dinner time was quickly approaching. According to Andy and the website, the restaurant was one of the top-notch restaurants in Massachusetts. The lines were all out the door, and the reservations were about a month in advance. Lucky for both of them, they were able to secure a seat that was facing the bay. As they headed to the lobby, Nat paused and looked towards the front desk, where a woman was heard talking to a middle-aged lady. Lucky for both of them, they were able to secure a seat that was facing the bay.

“Beth, is there a room available?”

“Yes, there is, honey. Is there something wrong? You look upset?”

“It's-it's just a lot of things have happened, and I don’t want to get into it.”

“Okay, I’ll have Marcus get your things. The room is 417.”

“Thank you, Beth, and I’ll be back for dinner service. I can help out at the bakery.”

“Honey?” Nat heard Steve say. Nat turned to her husband and gave a smile.

“Sorry, I thought I saw something,” Nat said, giving her husband another smile. Steve looked at her as he took her hand into his.

“Alright, let’s go,” Steve said and led the way to the restaurant. As the hostess sat them at their table, Nat picked up the menu and began to browse.

“The filet mignon looks good.” Steve mentioned, making Nat giggle.

“Yea, it’s the only thing you like to eat besides my cooking,” Nat said, still giggling. 

Hey, you’re the best, okay?” Steve said as he leaned back into his chair. Nat sighed, as she, too leaned back into her chair. 

The waiter came by and took their orders. Steve ordered his Filet mignon with steamed veggies, mashed potatoes, and Red Wine Mushroom Gravy. Just as Nat was about to order the pasta, something caught her eye. 

A dish that Sarah first taught her. 

"I'll have the Baked Salmon in Filo Dough, with Pesto Sauce, lemon pepper grilled asparagus, and Lemon Pilaf Rice." 

The waitress nodded and left to place their order in. 

“Sarah was the one that taught me to cook that dish, too,"  Nat mentioned. Steve placed his glass of whisky down and sighed.

“Was that why you looked a bit lost earlier?” Steve asked. Nat sighed and leaned back into her chair.

“I thought I heard and saw her, or I don’t know. I just feel this might be a mistake.” Nat said.

[chronicles-of-tajiria]

Despite me willfully treading deeper and deeper into Legends Arceus hell, I just wanna go ahead and head it off at the pass: while Hisui obviously exists in the history of Chronicles of Tajiria, being a key part of Sinnoh’s past, I will not be including any of my PLA Pokemon on this blog for various reasons:

Like with my playthroughs of Let’s Go Eevee and Shining Pearl, I do not yet have a set team for PLA, and while I’m getting closer to figuring out who’s more likely to stick with me in endgame I’m still trying to keep a lot of Pokemon up with the rest in case I change my mind.

The animalistic nature of Pokemon is a key part of PLA’s plot, as it’s a time where people and Pokemon don’t have a solid relationship yet and thus are not completely “partners” yet. This makes turning them all into people a more awkward affair than it would with the main series, not to mention there might be some implications with that that I am not entirely aware of but I’m not taking any chances.

The game’s characterization of Arceus, at least going by the intro, is much more formal and stereotypically “godly” than Lord Jess, the interpretation of Arceus in this blog’s canon. They are a lot more like their real-world namesake (ie. myself), being very laid-back and casual. As such, the tonal shift would be unfitting.

If the isekai element were to be kept, a Rowlet Pokejinka from the current day sent back to the past would more than likely still evolve into Alolan Decidueye, unless merely being in Hisui for a few weeks or so would be enough to trigger that difference.

I do not want to have this fifteen year old Rowlett boy try to explain to the people of a centuries-past pre-name-change Sinnoh why he seriously wants and needs the people around him to refer to him as Rice Pilaf.

[makeitagood0neao3]

Safe Inside

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,754

Warnings: Non/con. Explicit sexual content. Dark!Peter Parker AU. 18+ only!

The knock on your apartment door couldn't have come soon enough. After a long, tiring day working virtually, all you wanted was your take out, likely still warm from the restaurant downtown. Hair in a messy bun, long shirt covering a pair of shorts you padded to the door. Looking through the peephole, just to be safe. You couldn’t be too careful nowadays.

You opened the door to see your usual delivery guy standing before you, grey Supreme hoodie beneath a black coat, the hood pulled over his head. In his hand were the handles of a plastic bag as he balanced a soda on top of it.

“Greek delivery for a pretty lady in apartment 410?” He asked, barely able to contain his smile.

“Hey Pete,” you greeted, matching his energy. “I just Venmo’d you.”

“You better not have included a tip, Y/N.” Peter handed over the soda and bag before grabbing his phone from his pocket to check for the transaction. “I told you to stop tipping me.”

“I know you did,” you answered smuggly. “But you deserve a tip when you give me life by baklava.” He smiles back before peering into the apartment behind you. He was always doing that; checking, observing. You only ever ordered dinner for one, but that didn’t stop him from being curious. Not one to easily trust, you know the little world you built can be easily destroyed if you let the wrong person in.

He never asked if you were seeing someone or overstepped. The most flirting you had done with this younger man was to tell him that if he got straight A’s this semester at the university, you’d invite him inside for a drink. 

“Yeah, yeah. I appreciate you. I gotta run, but I’ll text you.” He waved and made his way down the hall.

Using your foot to kick your door closed you locked it with your free hand and set the food down on the counter. Setting your Spotify playlist to shuffle on 80’s rock before digging in at your tiny dining room table that barely fits in your small apartment.

You met Peter on a whim. Never one to plan meals out in advance, you were often left to starve or eat cereal for dinner after working. Never one to leave your apartment when it was dark out, you settled for having dinner delivered. Peter was delivery guy on a food delivery app and learned your dinner routine and favorites quickly. Which was surprising, because you couldn’t possibly be the only person in Queens ordering take out every other night.

And he couldn’t be the only delivery guy around, but he somehow became your usual delivery guy and you, his regular. Usually one to get chips as a side at a nearby deli, you didn’t order any one evening. He messaged you No chips tonight?

It surprised you, but you brushed it off, telling him you were cutting back on junk food. He dropped off the meal at your door with a knock, but by the time you opened it, he was gone. Sitting at the top of the paper bag was a bag of your favorite chips.

Always one to drop off your food quickly and not stay to chat, you caught him one night to thank him and tip in cash. Since then, you two would talk in your doorway briefly, mostly keeping your friendship to text as you were both busy. After a year of limited in person social interaction, any casual conversation over your threshold was greatly accepted. One day soon you’d venture outside, but with the availability to have nearly everything delivered, you doubted that day would come soon. You just weren’t ready.

Soon you ditched the app and just text him when you wanted dinner and he dropped it off to you. The price for you didn’t change, but gave him some extra. You honestly didn’t know why he chose to deliver food; he was always dressed extremely nicely in name brand clothes and you later found out he has a lucrative position at Stark Industries.

Once you had asked him why he chose to do this, in the literal rain and snow, and he told you that it was something to do. He got bored often and it was better than sitting in a lab all night. He made it seem like he did this for several people, but you didn’t see how he had the time to.

In the middle of scrolling on your phone, there’s a slow delay in registering what you’re seeing. Shaking your head and blinking hard, the sensation didn’t go away. Your body seemed to relax as a deep buzz set in and your body movements sluggish. Bringing the fork up to your mouth for another bite, you missed completely, the rice pilaf dropping onto the table. You tried for another bite and this time succeeded.

Are you... high?

You tasted the mineral chalkiness before you noticed the white powder poorly mixed into your rice pilaf. Brain fuzzy, you tried to analyze the substance. Thinking it strange, you drank from your take out cup of soda to wash it down. It became harder to swallow each sip, but you had already finished half the meal.

A knock at your door echoes through the wood. Each footstep towards the door bounces between your ears. Struggling with the lock, you finally got it open, your legs almost numb and your arms heavy. On the other side of the threshold stands Peter, his hood over his head, eyes assessing you through his lashes as his head angles down.

“Pete?” 

You feel his arms around you before the whoosh registers in your head. Blinking hard, you are lying on your back, limbs heavy. Some time must have passed, but you can’t be sure.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered from above you. “I think I gave you too much.”

Struggling to keep your eyes open, a shiver blankets your skin. You let out a whine when your tongue refuses to curl with your words. It lies heavy, your jaw loose as you slur out questions.

“Peter?” You try again. Your question is slurred and there’s a pitched whine to your voice.

“Shhh, this is for your own good.”

“Mmph” you mumble, unsure if you actually feel hurt right now at this moment. Your movements are heavy and slow, like running through water. Your back is against something soft that smells like your fabric softener. Your bed. When did you get here?

“I’ve wanted you for so long. Now I can finally have you.” His hands seem to be frantic as he pulls your shorts from your hips and down your thighs before discarding them. Is he frantic or is this normal speed? His coat is gone and he pulls his hoodie over his head, his shirt stuck inside it. He’s next to you a fraction of a moment later

His warm hands graze your hips as he pulls the oversized shirt off of you, the crack of static electricity sparking from your hair as it's pulled through the collar in your ears. His hand gently rests your head back down on the pillow. You whine again and try to cover your bare chest with your small hands. He notices and pulls them away. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he reassures, mistaking your modesty for insecurity. He’s lying on top of you now, chest to chest. The heat of his bare skin as he presses into you, his hands tracing the shape of your waist and hips. He seems to be mesmerized.

“We can’t-” you want to scream, but even you aren’t sure your thoughts matched what came out of your mouth. Your hands try to push him off of you, but he’s too solid, too in control. When that doesn’t work, you slap his chest, but you don’t really feel the impact on your palm. You’re too numb. He grabs your wrist.

“I don’t use my hands to harm and you won’t either.” He says this firmly, eyes locked on yours, but follows up with, “Behave or I’ll have to tie you up so you don’t hurt yourself.” The latter comes out softer, more timid like the Peter you know.

His head dips down as he places sloppy, unpracticed open mouth kisses on your neck and shoulder. Quickly this turns into full sucking. You angle your chin to the side, scanning your nightstand for something, anything to help you. You eye a book, hardcover, heavy hand reaching up to grab for it. Maybe you can hit him hard enough to buy time.

Peter catches your movement and lets out an irritated, though shaky, sigh as it leaves his lips. “What did I say?”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, silver device. He grabs both of your arms and places each palm on an iron bar on the headboard before a white, sticky, material shoots from it and seals your hands to it. You pull, but they don’t budge. He tosses it aside and slides down your body as you fight against your restraints.

The cool air brushes against you where your panties were. Vision unfocused, try to reconcile the split image of him and merge it into one. It’s dim in here, but it looks like he has your panties in his fingers as he tosses them aside. He lowers himself to his forearms, eyes never leaving your face. Or you think he’s looking at your face.

His nose brushes against your slit, tentatively, as you flinch. Your tongue is motionless in your mouth, but feels swollen, like it will suffocate you. All the things you want to say are being swallowed in your constricted throat.

His tongue pokes out as you manage to shake your head a fraction bit side to side. It probes your folds, uncertain. It takes him a few attempts, but he seems to find a technique he likes. The flat of his tongue swiping up as he breaks eye contact and his eyes roll back, indulged in the taste of you.

The sight of him enthralled in your most delicate region forces a squeak from you. His eyes snap open and his hands grip your hips a bit harder as he dives his mouth onto you. Seemingly encouraged by your noises and movements.

“You taste so good, baby.” He says, breathless, before he dives back in. Suddenly, his mouth finds your clit and he flicks his tongue against it hard. It’s too much pressure and it has you wriggling, brow furrowed.

He seems to notice this, because he modifies and begins sucking on your clit instead. A shock wave is sent through you, your hips angle up to meet his mouth eagerly. Taking this as a sign to continue, he inserts two fingers inside you, stretching your hole.

Quivering, you try to fight off the orgasm building, thighs clenching his head. He seems superhuman as his fingers never cease their rhythmic curling inside you and his mouth sucks the life from you. Whatever he gave you makes it impossible for you to take deep breaths and the orgasm that drenches your body in sweat steals the air from your lungs. He slows his motions as you ride his fingers and mouth before slowly removing both from you.

He seems proud of himself as he says, “I’ve always wanted to do that to you.” It’s almost endearing, but then you remember you’re drugged and bound.

Stalking you like the prey you are, he crawls up your body and slides his pants and briefs off his hips. He’s already hard as you try to focus your vision on him. Unable to tell how thick he is, you wonder if it will hurt. Perhaps if he caused you pain, your body would snap and find the adrenaline you need to get away. You pull against the bars again, hoping to break free. In the very least, your head lulls side to side in protest.

“I didn’t bring a condom, but we don’t need to worry about that. I’ll always take care of you.” He says, his forearm resting next to your head while his other hand reaches down, lining himself up with you. He pushes forward, breaching your entrance. Removing his hand, it moves to cup your head in his hand, sound muffled as he presses his palm hard against your skull.

Unable to move your head as he cradles it, your eyes flutter, unable to make him out clearly. His eyes penetrate yours, his eyes a deeper brown than you noticed before. His lips are parted as he catches his breath.

He slowly pushes forward, inch by inch. Your wet channel stretches and forms to him as he slips inside you. Despite the heaviness in your limbs and numbing to your skin, you can feel how your body accommodates him. The feeling of him is amplified by his heavy breathing in your ear as he pulls back and slams back into you.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” You try to tune him out, the only thing you really focus on is the wet sound of your slick as he draws more from you. Your body operates on sensation alone and all you can feel is him. He finds a rhythm that seems inhumanly fast as his hips push yours into the mattress harder and harder. 

He presses his chest against yours again and you can’t tell whose body temperature is higher. The desire within you builds. Fighting through the haze, you cry out, spine arching off the bed. The fabric is damp beneath your hips and you wish you could be embarrassed by it.

Both of your breaths grow louder, more frantic. On particular thrusts when he tilts his hips. the tick of his cock angles up to hit your g spot, you let out a moan. Encouraged by this, the corner of his mouth lifts into a cocky smile.

“Louder, baby.” He commands breathlessly, seeming to find his courage.

He lifts his chest from yours and kneels, his hands lifting your hips up with him, your ass no longer on the bed. Grabbing for your ankles, hooking your heels over his brawny shoulders, he slams back into you. His forearm wraps around your shins, holding them in place while his opposite fingers find your sensitive clit. Letting out breathless gasps, you can’t catch your breath or restrain your vocal cords. He continues plowing into you, fingers rubbing diagonally, frantically, against you.

“Come for me, Y/N. Soak my cock.” Something about this version of Peter, this feral side of the sweet delivery guy you thought you knew, makes you come again. Eyes rolling back, your lids closing as his hips become frantic. He squeezes your legs like a lifeline as he comes inside you, a loud grunt from above you.

He pulls out of you and lowers your hips to the bed. The euphoria sets in and your taught muscles relax into the bed. Leaning over you and he connects his nose with yours as he catches his breath. You’re both hot, a thin layer of sweat over your skin, but that could be from whatever he gave you. Your shoulders are stiff and you try to tug again on the headboard.

“Oh,” he chuckles, “those will dissolve soon.”

Abruptly, he gets up, wiping his cock against the inside of your panties, before he slips them back on and settles them on your hips. His come drips out of you and into the panties, keeping you wet and reminded of him. How did this happen? You never let anyone inside the safety of your home.

Moments pass as you process this. Faintly, you hear his feet on the carpet before he’s back in your room, sipping on the soda he brought you.

“Thirsty?” He asks and angles the straw to your mouth.

“My shoulders hurt,” you murmur out.

“Then next time don’t fight me. I think you understand that now, don’t you?”

Even without touching you, he is still inside of you. There is a faint pulsing from your clit that radiates down to the soles of your feet. Rhythmic and matches your pulse as you come down. Your arms and thighs goosebump from the chill in the air and you can feel the balloon in your head deflate. But you’re still unable to respond to him so you lie there, surrendering to his power over you. 

[phoenix-downer]

A Steady Wish Chapter 4

~1955 words. Sora/Kairi. Set during KH4. Memory Loss, Angst, Romance, Fluff, Longing, Pining, Hurt/Comfort. Updates Weekly on Fridays.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13

Summary: Kairi visits Sora’s apartment and they bond over the lucky charm.

Sora’s apartment wasn’t what Kairi expected at all. For one, it was in a high-rise in a very expensive part of Quadratum called Minami-Aoyama. It was also very bare when his room back home was filled with clutter, clothes, trinkets, that kind of thing. This place felt stale and aloof in comparison, though she had to admit the furniture was nice enough and everything was clean.

She and Riku sat awkwardly at Sora’s kotatsu as he bustled around the small kitchen putting their convenience store food on plates. Riku made a joke about how Sora was finally putting in some effort now that he had a girl over, and Sora just pouted and said maybe Riku should try cooking sometime instead of bumming off of his best friend in a way that made Kairi’s heart ache.

She’d missed his pout and his sass so much.

“Here you go!” he said in a singsong voice as he handed Kairi her food: steaming hot okonomiyaki with okonomiyaki sauce and mayo drizzled over it. Their hands touched, and she felt a blush creep up her cheeks. Sora stared at her, his pupils dilating and his lips parting, and she got even more flustered.

“Thank you,” she hurriedly said, jerking her hand and the okonomiyaki away. Sora’s hand lingered where it was for a moment, his fingers twitching, before he remembered he still had Riku’s rice pilaf in his other hand. He chuckled awkwardly and handed Riku his food, then grabbed his food and joined them at the kotatsu. He pressed his hands together the way Destiny Islanders always did before eating and said the customary “Thanks for the food,” then dug in.

“So, Kairi,” he said between bites, “tell me more about yourself.”

She glanced at Riku, and he nodded. It felt so strange to be having this conversation with Sora. Even when they were kids and had just met, they befriended each other by playing together, not by awkward chitchat.

“Well, I’m sixteen,” she said at last, “and I’d be a first year high school student if I were in school right now, but I’ve been training with my Keyblade.”

His eyes lit up. “You have a Keyblade too?”

She nodded and set her chopsticks down. She held her hand out, and a few moments later, her Keyblade materialized in her hand.

His eyes widened. “Woah, your Keyblade’s really pretty!”

“Thank you.” She quickly let her Keyblade disappear. Letting him see the paopu fruit charm was too painful when he was the reason it was there, attached to the hilt with a red string.

“So, how’d you get a Keyblade, then?” he asked, eyeing her curiously.

“Um… Riku gave it to me.” That was true enough.

“So you guys are good friends?”

“We are. We, um, met during his travels. When you were looking for him and he was running from you.”

“Right, yeah, he did run away from me.” He scowled at a fidgeting Riku. “Still haven’t forgiven you for that, by the way.” A pensive look came over his face. “But someone brought us back together, someone really important…” He had a faraway look in his eyes. “Kairi, where did you say you were from again?”

Riku mercifully intervened. “A different world than ours. You saved her world, remember?”

She shot him a grateful look. Riku’s words were true enough and so were hers. She was from Radiant Garden and Sora had saved it, they’d just met long before that happened and not because it did. She didn’t want to reveal they’d grown up on Destiny Islands together just yet. Not when Sora could then start badgering her with questions about that. She wanted him to fall in love with her naturally, not feel pressure to cough up feelings because he felt like he “should.” 

“Then why don’t I remember her?” he asked, and the pained tone of his voice and the sadness in his eyes made her heart ache.

“Oh, it’s like I said earlier,” she said, waving her hand back and forth. “We only met briefly.”

“But I never forget my friends, and you feel like a friend.” He frowned and clutched his chest. “Is that right? Were we friends?”

“We could be.”

He smiled in a way that made her heart break all over again. “I’d like that.”

She returned his smile and wondered if the heaviness in her chest was reflected in her eyes. “I would too.”

They finished their meals, and then Sora jumped up and went back to the kitchen. Moments later he returned with dessert: various slices of fruit that were artfully arranged on plates.

“Here you go, Riku,” he said, then handed Riku his, “and here you go, Kairi.”

Slices of oranges and grapefruit were carefully arranged on her plate like the colors of the sunset back home, and in the middle of them was a single slice of star-shaped fruit. Not a paopu fruit like back home, but the closest thing this reality must have to it.

Her breath caught, and she glanced at Riku’s plate. Just a few orange and grapefruit slices with some apple slices thrown in. Sora’s plate, however, was another story. It had the same fruit that hers did, right down to a slice of that star-shaped fruit.

She wasn’t the only one who noticed. “Sora, what’s this fruit?” Riku asked, pointing at the star-shaped fruit.

“Oh, that’s called star fruit. Kinda looks like the paopu fruit back home, don’t you think? I saw it at the store today and just felt like I should buy it.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Maybe I’m more homesick than I thought.”

“Of course you are. But the real question is: why do you and Kairi have a slice but not me?”

Kairi felt a blush creep up her neck, and Riku smirked, his eyebrow raised. Sora just stared at the pieces of fruit, then looked at Kairi. She couldn’t help but smile sadly at him. Was it possible his poor heart was fighting desperately to remind him of their promise?

She picked her piece of fruit up, and Sora did the same with his piece. Together they took a bite at the same time, and the fruit’s sweet-sour taste filled her mouth. Not exactly the same as the paopu fruit, but still tasty. She smiled shyly at Sora afterwards, and he just stared at her with his face flushed and his lips parted.

“Thank you,” she said, hoping some part of his heart understood the full meaning of her words. He smiled, but to her dismay, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

Oh no, she hadn’t meant to make him sad, why was she always doing the wrong thing—

“Sora?” she said softly.

He started and wiped his face. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. Maybe the star fruit was too sour. Paopu fruit tastes better, I hope you can try it someday."

“I hope so too.”

Kairi excused herself to the hallway afterwards and leaned against the wall. A part of her was happy Sora’s heart was reaching out to her. The other part was grieving for his suffering. To forget the one you love—to know you’ve forgotten that person but can’t do anything about it—she knew that pain all too well.

She wanted to hug him again, more than anything. Wanted to comfort him and reassure him and tell him she’d either stay until he got his memories back or until they’d made enough new ones together that it didn’t matter.

But he’d stiffened at her hug and pulled away from her embrace, and that had hurt so much she couldn’t bear the thought of subjecting herself to it again.

She took a moment to compose herself at his sink and was about to return to the main room when he called out and asked if she wouldn’t mind grabbing some extra blankets from his closet. She slid the door to his room open and took everything in. It was simple: white walls and wood floors, no furniture except a futon and a dresser. The futon was lying on the floor with a few blankets and a pillow draped over it, and the dresser was the same beige as everything else. All generic stuff that looked like he’d gotten it at a furniture store.

But on the dresser was something not generic at all. She gasped as she spotted the sunset light reflecting off of her lucky charm, carefully cared for and lovingly arranged on a small hand towel. She walked over to it as if in a trance and picked it up. Immediately she noticed something was off. Sora’s face was missing, the shells were completely blue instead of pink and yellow, and instead of Sora’s crown in the middle, there was a simple gold gem.

Who had tampered with her lucky charm? And why? It was clear Sora had lovingly cared for it, so then why did it look like this? Was this a fake someone had given Sora? Then where was the real one? She held the charm up to the light, only to notice Sora standing in the doorway out of the corner of her eye.

She squeaked and set the charm down. She was supposed to be getting blankets, not going through his personal belongings.

“It’s yours, isn’t it?” he said softly as he entered the room.

She carefully avoided his eyes but felt his stare all the same. When she worked up the courage to meet his gaze, his eyes searched hers, and at last she nodded.

“You gave it to me, didn’t you?” he said. More a statement than a question.

Another nod from her.

His head drooped and his shoulders slumped. “Then why can’t I remember you?”

She bit her lip. “It’s not your fault.” If anything, it was hers. Yet another sacrifice Sora had made for her in the hopes it meant they’d get to be together.

“But I want the memories back,” he said. “They’re mine, and they were taken from me.” His voice was so anguished she couldn’t help but feel for him.

“We’ll just have to make new ones then.”

He thought about this for a moment. "What kinds of memories?" he asked, his face close as he searched her eyes.

She smiled shyly. “Whatever you’d like.”

His breath caught and a blush crept up his cheeks, and she started blushing too. “Not like that, I didn’t mean it like that!” she cried, bringing her hands to her red-hot face. “Not that I don't want that, I just—oh no, I’m making things worse,” she moaned.

To her surprise, he broke into a grin. “Glad to know I’m not the only one. And hey, you think you’re flustered, imagine what’s going on inside my head right now. A pretty girl’s in my room and telling me she’ll make whatever memories I want with her, of course my thoughts went places they shouldn’t.” His expression sobered. “Of course, I have to wonder… was there something between us before?”

Kairi gulped as he gazed into her eyes. What should she do, tell him the truth or hide it from him? Confess her feelings or—

“What’s taking you guys so long?” Riku called from the other room, and the moment was over.

“Coming!” she called back, grateful for the reprieve from Sora’s question. She slid past him, only for him to grab her hand.

“Kairi, what are you to me?” he asked, his voice both pleading and compelling.

She looked back at him and knew she couldn’t dodge his question forever. “Whatever you need me to be,” she said at last, and with that, rejoined Riku at the kotatsu. 

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A/N: Thank you to @angel-with-a-pipette​ for suggesting the star fruit idea! The Oathkeeper-in-a-chest clue at the Tokyo Ambassador Hotel (where Kairi's lucky charm is a different color than normal and Sora's face in the middle is missing and replaced by a gold gem) inspired this chapter too. 

Thank you for reading!

[draconic-ichor]

In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 23: Desperate Passions

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, oral sex, penetrative sex, nipple play, nipple piercings, scars/stitches, fingering

Summary: Juniper is fully healed and ready to get back to one of their favorite hobbies!

Feedback appreciated. 18+. This is a smut heavy chapter

“What are we having tonight, love?” Heisenberg asked, sitting back in the wooden chair. He had returned from working to find her over the stove, a simmering pot filling the apartment with a delicate fragrance.

“Pilaf.” She answered sweetly.

“Ah…alright.” Heisenberg nodded, her answer not making anything more clear to him.

He cut open a cigar, lighting it and bringing it to his lips as he watched her.

She pulled two deep plates out of the cabinet, looking towards him, “Get anything exciting made today?”

He made a prideful rumble, speaking through the cigar, “Mhm. The Soldat Zwei is almost finished. Give the bastard one, maybe two, good days of work and he should be up.”

“They are the ones with two drills right?”

“Correct. Moved the reactor core to the back as well.”

“When are you starting the….the Pan..pan?” She couldn’t find the words, placing a glass of water and silverware on the table.

“The Panzer?”

“Yea that one! They looked big.”

“Oh, sweetheart, it will be.” He gave a devilish smile, “Gotta wait till I get a bastard built like a shit brick house for that one.”

“Like Sturm?” She scooped food into the deep plates.

“Unfortunately…yes.” He frowned, that creature still brought him nothing but grief.

Juniper placed a plate before him, before taking a seat with her own.

Fuck me…what is this?

Heisenberg gulped looking at the meal. It was a pile of rice with chicken, carrots, mushrooms and herbs mixed in. It smelled normal and appetizing but left much to be desired to the eyes.

Juniper took a bite, looking at him through narrow eyes.

“Love, did you make bread as well?” He asked hopefully.

“No, there’s rice in here.” She pointed her fork at him, “And vegetables. Eat it.”

He made a little grumble, tucking into his food. It tasted good, the rice made with the broth from the chicken and the herbs giving it a homely taste.

…Thank god.

Heisenberg thought, mercifully, as he started eating with more gusto. Juniper loved to cook, and loved seeing him eat what she made even more. But her passion for the craft was almost matched with her desire to strive to make each meal healthy. Even if it meant throwing in things that tasted like death to pack more nutrients into every meal.

Heisenberg didn’t know if it was her trying to curb his lack of anything healthy or some Devine  force punishing him for his terrible daily diet for decades. In any case, it was a small price to pay for her happiness.

He finished his plate, even going back for a second. On the way back to his seat he paused, giving Juniper a soft pat on top of her head with his free hand. She beamed up at him.

They spoke more of his upcoming Soldat plans over dinner. Heisenberg explained how the Panzers should be immune to most types of damage, save for heavier explosions. They would be risky to produce and time consuming but a good last line of defense.

“Will all the armor put stress on the core?” Juniper asked.

He nodded, “I’ll have to use the bigger exhaust port like on Sturm but take in the energy production per energy draw to the multiple drills.”

“So they don’t overheat?”

“Precisely. I don’t want them spitting fire like the big boy.” Heisenberg pointed out.

After Juniper cleaned up the mess from dinner, Heisenberg ushered her into the bathroom. She followed him, used to this routine, she pulled her dress off and sat on the sink. Heisenberg leaned  on his palms against the counter on either side of her, dipping in to give her a kiss. She deepened the contact, hands finding the sleeves of his button up shirt.

He gave a happy little rumble, pulling away enough to inspect her incision. She sat still, waiting as he looked her over with a critical eye. The infection was completely gone, the tissue a healthy healing pink.

“I can probably remove the stitches, if you’d like.” He concluded.

“Please.” She almost begged, “They itch.”

He stood, chuckling, “Itching is good, means it’s healing.”

He retrieved a sharp pair of scissors, pouring a bit of peroxide over the blades before kneeling before her once more. With careful cuts he snipped through the stitches, pulling them free with deft fingers.

He tossed them away one by one into the trash can. Juniper watched him with big eyes.

“Will it scar?” Juniper asked quietly.

“Afraid so, Darling.” Heisenberg frowned.

Her eyes looked glassy, glancing over the pinkish new tissue.

Heisenberg took her face in his hands, lifting her chin up to meet his gaze. She wilted a bit.

"What's up?" He asked, concern in his gaze.

"Hmm…" She almost didn't answer, looking away, "I don’t want you to think I’m ugly…I have really bad scars…”

“Are you fucking serious.” Heisenberg’s lips were a fine line, “Look at me.”

She met his eyes, him correcting her, “No look at all of me. Look at all the shit my body has been through.”

Her eyes wavered, scanning him over. He was covered in scars, his skin was a patchwork of pearlescent lattice, even his face sporting a few.

“I am a scarred, fucked up old man.” He said plainly, “You are so fucking beautiful. A few scars can’t change that.”

Her eyes watered, cheeks growing rosey.

His face split with a grin, “Have I ever hesitated to bend your ass over every flat surface in this factory?”

 “…no.” She mumbled.

“Don’t  you even start to think I don’t find you sexy as all hell, ok love?”

“Mmmm.”

“What?”

“You haven’t bent me over anything in months.” Juniper pouted in his hands.

Heisenberg looked at her a moment before throwing back his head and barking out with laughter.

“You were healing!” He bared his teeth playfully, “But you’re all fixed up now, how about I show you how much you drive me fucking wild?”

Juniper smiled, nuzzling into his cupped hands, “Please, master?”

“Oh Honey.” He almost purred, “Keep that up and you’ll be bedridden again.”

They made their way back to the bedroom, Heisenberg catching her up in a messy kiss. While she was distracted he removed the rest of her clothing, backing her up until her calves touched the bed.

He lightly pushed her back, Juniper making a little ‘oof’ as she hit the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, smiling as Heisenberg fell to his knees before her.

He didn’t dive straight into her heat like she expected, instead pulling her by the ankles closer to the edge.

His eyes were dark and hungry as he dipped his head in to drop rough kisses up the length of her leg. Juniper shivered at the heat of his mouth as he trailed ever closer to the place she wanted him desperately.

His lips lingered on the softness of her inner thigh, sucking a dark blotch there. He pulled free with a wet pop, meeting her gaze. She was already flushed.

“I’m going to have to re-mark my claim on you.” He almost purred the words.

“Make me yours in every way.” She spoke sweetly.

“I plan to.” He promised, kissing upwards.

He dropped a kiss just above her clit, smiling when her breath hitched. She made a little sound of want when he pulled away, thrusting her hips up in an effort to urge him back. Heisenberg growled as his large hands found her legs, pushing her down against the bed.

Juniper whimpered, watching him move higher.

He kissed along her scar, eyes flicking up to meet hers. The new tissue was sensitive under his lips, his beard making her skin prickle.

“Fucking perfect.” He concluded when he covered its length, his hands forcing her thighs more apart, “Every part.”

“…stop.” Juniper’s cheeks reddened further.

“Oh no.” He gave a devilish smile, “No mercy for you my little wifey.”

She gave a little mewl at his tone, her core clenching air.

“I was looking forward to dessert all night.” His face split with a mirthful grin.

“Then come get it!” She bared her teeth a bit playfully

Heisenberg dove into her sex, eating her like a starving man. He was messy and forceful, causing her to melt in seconds. He growled into her flesh, already feeling her tighten under him. He pulled away, scoring his thumb over her clit as he licked slick from his lips, “Already such a damn mess for me.”

“It’s…it’s been a w-while.” She spoke between pants.

 “Too long.” He agreed, going back in.

He made sure to pull multiple orgasms from her with only his mouth and hands, stopping every so often to trail kisses up her abdomen. She was breathy and blissed out, completely forgetting her earlier self-consciousness.

He stood, giving her a moment of mercy. Juniper watched him, breasts quaking as she regained her breath. Her skin was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat, stray onyx curls stuck to her forehead. Heisenberg slowly removed each layer of clothing, almost making a show of it under her hungry gaze.

Finally kicking off his boxers he crawled onto the bed. The bed creaked under their combined weight as he loomed over her.

Juniper eager hands found him quickly, squeezing the thick ropes of muscle that made his arms.

“Pretty impressive eh?” He smirked cockily.

Her fingers slid upwards, fanning over his chest. She gave him a little devilish look as she found his only nipple piercing.

His breath hitched a bit as she toyed with it; coming almost unglued entirely when her head quickly dipped in to take the metal into her mouth.

The movement was almost too fast for him to react before the sensation rippled through his body. Juniper was spurred on when she saw how his body shivered in response, deepening the contact.

Heisenberg pushed her away, holding her down against the bed with strong hands. He swallowed, “That’s enough of that.”

Juniper licked her lips, the taste of metal and skin on her tongue, “Seemed to like it.”

He ground his teeth a bit, aware of his hard cock. He caught her lips up with his own before she could continue.

He kept her occupied, grouping down her body as he lined himself up. She gasped into his mouth when she felt the weeping tip bump her folds. He pulled away to brace himself over her.

“Fuck, I missed you.” His voice was low and almost wavering as he pushed into her. Juniper’s back arched, moaning as his cock stretched her out deliciously.

Her core was tight from the months without him.

He started pumping into her almost desperately, lifting her legs to hook around his waist. With the better angle he was able to reach deeper, rubbing against her g-spot with every thrust.

She clawed down his back, crying out every time their hips sloppily met together.

The sex was messy and raw, both needing to feel the release of pent up passions. Heisenberg groaned out breathily, hands finding purchase in the mattress to buck into her harder.

He felt her tense under him. “F-Fuck! Come for me Doll. Come on my cock!” He grunted out, moving a hand to her clit. His thumb scored quick circles into the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Juniper buckled under him, sobbing out her release. A surge of slick coated his cock as her cunt clamped down on him.

She felt divine, like liquid velvet around him. Heisenberg became a mess of sounds himself, balls slapping into her ass roughly as he chased his own release.

His hips jolted, bottoming out in her. She felt him pulse as her insides were flooded with hot ropes of come.

She felt extremely full, bits of his release oozing out around his cock.

He settled over her, wanting to stay slotted within her walls. Catching her breath she pulled his face closer, peppering his jaw with kisses.

He gave a little rumble of amusement, letting her fawn over him.

~

They tangled into one another, the darkness filled with the sounds of their heavy breathes and soft moans. A hunger of the flesh deep in their minds. Words weren’t needed. Their touches, tinged with desperation for an act both had feared would be lost to them, was everything in that moment.

Skin to skin, a heartbeat felt under fingertips. The world outside the bed didn’t exist, the nightmares couldn’t reach them.

Heisenberg pressed his body against Juniper’s, his cock never leaving her. In the soft lulls between rounds of sex he held her close, wanting to feel over every inch of her. She thankfully held onto him, losing track of the hours. He nipped into the soft flesh of her throat, huffing out hotly when he heard her mewl.

He felt her tense under him as he rocked into her afresh. Juniper didn’t know how many rounds or orgasms they shared, the night becoming a blur of pleasure and overstimulation.

Eventually exhaustion overtook her and Juniper fell asleep against his chest. Heisenberg stayed fully inserted inside of her, softly tracing her spinal scar. Their bodies were stuck together with sweat, he could feel every breath and heartbeat of hers.

He let his mind wander to work. With the spring thaw here it would make collecting bodies from the grave easier, but also he would have to be much more on top of watching the village for casualties.

Juniper was his favorite distraction but she was a distraction nonetheless. He wouldn’t force her away, no, she gave him more purpose to strive to escape. She made his hunger to explore the world deeper, he wanted to give her a better life than the factory.

And he would give it to her.

[puppyluver256]

[Image Description: Shelly, an admin of Team Aqua, with her Sharpedo. Shelly is depicted in her appearance from Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire. She appears to be walking toward the right side of the image in a confident manner, one hand on her hip and her free hand holding a red and white Pokeball. Her Sharpedo, a blue shark-like Pokemon with a yellow star marking on the top of its head, is positioned behind her with its mouth open wide. The background is a patch of land overlooking a stormy sea with high, choppy waves. End ID.]

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“If the tremendous energy of Mt. Chimney and the Meteorite are combined, we of Team Aqua can take a giant step toward the world that we dream of! We won't let ignorant little brats get in our way!”

Another example of the ORAS designs for the team admins being so much goddamn better!! GBA Shelly was just An Aqua Grunt With Longer Hair to me, but now? Now?! She's actually a distinct individual! She has Personality! And it Shows! Amazing glow-up! ...that's the proper context for that phrase, right? I, uh, have a history of not exactly being on the pulse of what the common lingo of my peers has been, and also have a tendency to make up my own weird phrases that make no sense to anyone else... XD

Anyway, in my ongoing attempts to fix my way of drawing black people (or characters who can at least be reasonably assumed to be black going by skin tone alone, I know this was still pre-Ryme so we didn't have what I consider to be the culmination of Pokemon's attempts at making black characters look like actual black people beyond just "skin is dark, okay done") so they have more distinctly black features, I tried to make her lips a little bigger, but considering she wears lipstick I couldn't do the tone difference thing quite like I did with Rosemary a couple pics ago. That and gloves again, can't attempt the palm thing yet still. ...yeah I know I didn't do any of this for Rice Pilaf, I legit forgot since I'd colored that well in advance before I started making this effort. I'm fixing that in the future for him tho, don't worry ;3

Also, more talking about this art specifically, check out that background! Or rather, what you can see beyond the subjects, at least. Love how the water came out!! I am so damn proud of it, looks like a proper raging ocean! And fun fact, you'll be seeing that again. Yeah, I figured it was more fitting to draw the Magma and Aqua peeps with a background befitting their themes rather than where you fight them (Aqua peeps in a volcanic background? noooo!), so I'm using the backgrounds from this and the Tabitha pic thrice because I Like Them >:3c

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[serrj215]

There is no place like home for the holidays (Thank god! One is enough)

Beast Boy closed the door and put his back against it. He had let out a breath he had been holding since they came onto the estate grounds. He slid down the door to the floor in defeat. He should have known better, he should have known that this was going to happen. It's not like these people were going to change since he left. They were not going to put any effort into being better people just because he was doing something as trivial as bringing his girlfriend for Christmas. Still the Doom Patrol was family, and that was what holidays were supposed to be about right?

"You're late." That was Steve's greeting when Beast Boy and Raven came to the front door. No Merry Christmas, no how are you?, or how have you been? Just "You're late." and "Dinner is on the table." As Steve walked away. Leaving them holding their bags standing on the snow covered landing. They were actually almost 20 minutes early but that was late enough for Steve. Then, right then Beast Boy knew he should have grabbed Raven and ran. Rita was a different story and was quickly at the door ushering them inside, trying to warm the cold welcome her husband had given them. It was Rita that had asked them to come, wanting to see them, wanting her family together for Christmas.

It was December 23rd a Friday and a holiday weekend, that is when it started to set in that this might be the longest 72 hours of their lives. Beast Boy knew that bringing Raven home for the holidays was going to be rough, a bit awkward, he just didn’t think that Steve's greeting was going to be one of that high points of the evening. Everything went downhill from there.

From the moment they came into the dining room they were bombarded with horrible questions. Negative man kept asking Raven "So what do you see in him?" He repeated the question throughout the meal. Like Raven was going to change her mind since the last time he had asked. When he alternated it with asking Beast Boy "You off that no meat thing yet?"

Robot man was almost as bad, after shaking hands with Raven he asked "So when are you due?" Raven tried to take it in stride but her other hand tightened around Beast Boy's . "Come on, to stick around Jolly Green midget he must have knocked you up?" he said with a laugh. Raven's fingers tighten so hard Beast Boy was sure something cracked in his hand.

"Charming." She said in her monotone.

As they sat down at the table the questions just got worse.

"So are you a Rabbit too, or do you eat real food?"

"How is his training going, been keeping him off the furniture?"

"Has he met your parents yet?"

"The last election was a sham wasn't it?"

"What are you exactly?"

He couldn’t remember who asked what, it was coming at them from all sides. It was like a mortar attack of all the things normal people knew better to ask. All Beast Boy could do was look at Raven and try to convey to her how sorry he was with his eyes. It was like they were trying to one up each other, who could ask the absolutely most Inappropriate thing. Raven did her best to stay polite, trying to redirect the conversation and sipping water. Rita tried to cut through the noise, asking about the other Titans, or talking about the holiday plans, but those conversations got lost in the storm of the others awful comments and horrid questions.

The food was not much of a distraction. Roast Beef, a rice pilaf with bits of sausage, and salad drenched in a ranch dressing. Apparently they really did think that being a vegetarian was a phase. This left their two guests a dinner of some steamed green beans and peanut butter sandwiches that Rita made for them on the fly.

Then came the stories that Beast boy had hoped they would have forgotten already, and politics, and more questions. The meal lasted about 15 years, or about an hour and a half depending on your perspective. Neither of the couple ate much, who knew that embarrassment was so filling.

The desert course was an augment about sleeping arrangements. After a lecture about what is proper and how they went to the trouble of getting the guest room ready for Raven and the old chestnut of "No unmarried couples are sleeping together under my roof!" Beast Boy found himself alone in his old childhood bedroom. Raven was ushered off before he could even really say "goodnight" or more importantly "I am sorry".

He sat there staring at the carpeted floor for a while. Eventually he lifted his head up to look around. Cartoon posters, some of his old action figures locked in the same battle he left them in years ago, a dozen other reminders of how young he was when he lived in that room. It was exactly the same as when he left. Beast Boy was not sure how he felt about that. He remembered Robin once telling him that when he went home to Gotham his old room gave him a sense of comfort. This place just reminded Beast Boy that no matter what, to the Doom Patrol he will always be a child. Reinforced by the fact that his bunk bed was made with his old Snoopy bed sheets.

He took off his shirt and let it drop to the floor before laying down on the bottom bunk. His feet stuck out over the end of the mattress by a good 6 inches. He closed his eyes and folded his arms under his head. He had to figure out what to say to Raven to make up for all of this. What could he say? "I am sorry Raven I was raised by horrible people please don’t leave me!?" He thought it was a miracle that she put up with his personal brand of bullshit, asking her to put up with his families collective insanity, he half expected her to teleport all the way back to Titans Tower as soon as she was alone.

"What is it with you and bunk beds?"

Beast Boy's eyes shot open and he sat up so fast that banged his head on the bed above him.

"Aaa…That sounded like it hurt." Raven said quietly, her head hanging down from the bunk above him. Her head disappeared and she gracefully lowered herself to the ground. She was wearing her night clothes, an oversized T-shirt and cotton pajama pants. Beast Boy didn’t know what to say as she joined him on the small mattress.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, messaging his aching forehead.

"Cuddling" She said as she wrapped her arm around his chest. "We have done it before, or did that blow to your head affect your memory?"

"Ha ha, Seriously. We're going to get in trouble."

"Oh yes" she said pulling herself tighter to him . "They might find us and throw us out of here," She softly kissed his bare chest "Force us to go get a hotel room" another kiss just below his collar bone. "Where we could share a bed like we have been doing for the last year now." Her lips touched the base of his neck. "Then the next morning we can get food we can both eat and might even have sex. " She raised her eyes to meet his. "Wouldn’t that be awful?"

Beast Boy's smile broke though. "Rae I am-" He couldn’t get the words out, she attacked, the kiss was insistent and hungry. Her tongue pushed its way in to caress his. His arms out of pure instinct wrapped around her, his left hand sliding down her back to rest on her ass. What had happened and where they were had started to fade away as she nipped on his earlobe knowing exactly what it would do to him.

"Raven" he groaned out as he felt her teeth gently biting into his neck, a distraction from her free hand undoing his belt

Knock!

Knock!

"Garfield? Can I come in?" Rita was outside the door immediately breaking the two apart, off the bed and onto their feet.

Neither of them thought about teleporting, or shifting or anything that they had practiced or trained for. At that moment they were not superheroes, they were two young people about to get caught. So in a panic Raven hid in the closet and Beast Boy tried to look and sound calm when he said "Come in"

Rita came in wearing a silk robe that went down to her bare feet. "Are you okay?" a look of genuine concern on her face.

"Yea, I mean I am fine" He was trying to stay calm, hoping Rita wouldn't notice that anything was amiss. If she had knocked just a few minutes later…Beast Boy sat back on the bed and tried to appear calm, but if there was a woman on earth walking that knew him as well or maybe better then Raven it was Rita.

"About Dinner, it's just how they are. " She said as she walked over to sit on the bed next to him "They mean well. Is Raven alright? Steve might be a telepath but that man can be cast Iron dense. "

"I hope so. " He said, trying not to look at the closet door with his lover on the other side. His sharp ears could hear Raven's heart jump when Rita mentioned her name.

"Let me make this up to you both. Do you remember that breakfast place we used to go to?"

"Bennet's?" Near the park!?" Beast Boy's ears perked at the suggestion and the memories of peanut butter pancakes, and a blueberry oatmeal that he couldn't find anywhere else.

"Why don’t the three of us sneak out early for Breakfast, do you think Raven would be up for that?"

"Totally! she loves waffles." he said with a grin. Finally something was going right on this trip.

"I do want to get to know her better, but be warned an embarrassing story or two might slip out. Oh, one more thing." She said as stood up and made a beeline for the closet.

"Ah ugh Rita!" Beast Boy started to stammer out. As Rita gently rapped on the closet door.

"Raven, Sweetheart. You can come out now, It's okay." Her tone was soft and motherly and It nearly floored Beast Boy to hear Raven be called 'sweetheart'.

Not waiting for her. Rita opened the door to find the flustered young woman. "I think you will both be more comfortable in the guest room." she said with a smile.

Raven walked into the room slowly, as if she was about to spring a trap. "Thank you" She was able to eke out "Are you sure? I mean Mento s- "

"It was not that long ago that I was young and in love. I am sure." A smile on her lips. "As for Steve," Rita leaned in close to whisper to Raven. "I will take care of my man, you take care of yours. The guest room is on the other side of the house, but we will try not to keep you two awake."

Rita turned quickly and was out the room with a hast "goodnight kids" leaving the young couple to stand there processing what just happened.

"What did she say to you?" Beast Boy asked.

Raven came up from behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. "Gar, with those ears you heard what she said to me. Do you really want conformation?"

"No" He shook his head "I don’t need that mental image."

"Good, Because there is a fairly large bed downstairs waiting for us. "

In a swirl of black energy they were gone.

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"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" Steve said as soon as Rita entered their bedroom.

“Do what darling?” Rita was completely calm knowing her husband's words were all bluster.

“You know exactly what I am talking about!” He folded his arms across his chest. “Why did you-”

"Because Steve, this is my home too! And sometimes I think I need to remind you." She said slowly walking toward him. "Because they're in love and I think you forget what that is like as well.” Her hands pulled the knot apart on the robe she was wearing. "Because you may have no interest in grandchildren does not mean I feel that way. “She pulled the robe off her shoulders and let it fall around her feet. “Because you have more pressing matters to attend to at the moment.”

AN

So its been a while. This has been sitting in my draft folder for too long, I wanted to get it done by Christmas but that didn't happen. I do not know if I will write more but trying.

Also I am on Ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/30270621 here and other works.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

I saw that you included the belly kink in that fic you wrote, loved it by the way. Can we get some more of that? Including stuffed kohga if you're into that?? The man loves eating, after all

You're asking for Sooga's fantasy, is what you're saying. You're asking for EVERY yiga's fantasy, essentially. Let's go

"Is everything ready?"

"Just about! Keep stalling!"

Mipha motioned for Sooga to get back into the dining hall. It was THE Master’s birthday today, and Sooga was running around this way and that to make sure it was perfect. The champions were here, the princess, and of course, every member of the clan. Mipha and Link were currently cooking in the kitchen, working on his cake, all while Kohga was being entertained in the dining hall. One of the blade master’s, conveniently enough, was a former performer, and was doing a rather good job at entertaining his master. It WAS rather impressive, though Sooga wished he didn't have to doge during the fire swallowing trick. Nearly singed his hair. Kohga clapped as the blade master bowed, totally entertained.

"Did you SEE that?! He just swallowed a fucking FLAMEBLADE!"

"Swallowing IS my forté, Master Kohga."

Sooga shot him a warning glance at that flirt, and it took so much of him NOT to beat his ass. He cleared his throat as he knelt down to the birthday boy.

"Are you having fun so far, Master Kohga?"

"Loads. But it'd be better if you stopped running around and started celebrating WITH me.”

Kohga grabbed at his chin, pulling him closer, and for a moment, Sooga contemplated just cancelling everything, and kicking everyone out of the room. But Kohga was worth far more than that. He chuckled, lightly bonking his mask with his.

“I will, I swear. But you’d be disappointing everyone who worked so hard to celebrate your greatness. Plus scheduling this took almost a whole week.”

“Fuss fuss fuss, that’s all you do.”

Kohga scoffed, finally letting him go. He could tell that despite his disappointment, he found Sooga’s affections sweet. So much work has gone to make HIS day even more special. Kohga looked like he was going to complain some more, when suddenly, from out of the kitchen, came not only a few blade masters, but the champions, helping carry the BIGGEST cake you’ve ever seen. That caught Kohga’s attention, and he sat up in his seat, clapping wildly. It wasn’t JUST this beautiful cake being brought forth (heavy on the caramel icing), but all types of food that he LOVED, all in one table. Fried bananas, meat stews, tabantha bakes, all types of creamy, thick soups, bowls of tender, delicious meat, and all types of various rice dishes. Best part? Not a SINGLE fish dish in sight. Kohga looked nearly excited enough to jump out of his special birthday chair.

“Is THIS what you spent so long doing? Is this why you ‘forgot’ my breakfast this morning?”

“Perhaps. Please, eat as much as you please. I take it you’re ready for presents?”

“Yes! Gimme ALL of them!”

Little did Kohga know, he’d be getting a VERY special gift tonight, thanks to Sooga.

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“Today was the best day EVER!”

“I couldn’t tell, given how much you were laughing and hugging everyone. Even Revali.”

“Hey he’s not bad when he’s sloshed.”

Kohga chuckled once Sooga set him down, bringing in his new presents right after. Hair clips from Revali, a friendship bracelet from Mipha, a birthday crown from Zelda, monster rice balls from Link (he didn’t question it), hard liquor from Urbosa, and LOTS of goron spice from Daruk. It was sweet, all of it was. Sooga chuckled as he finished bringing everything in, watching as Kohga sat there comfortably, rubbing at his VERY full tummy. Sooga sat down next to him, kissing the top of his head.

“Perfect birthday?”

“Almost. I ate so much other food, I didn’t get to try the cake.”

“Oh! I saved you a slice, just in case. It’s over...here!”

Sooga dug into the pile of stuff, and pulled out a plate. It held the neatest, biggest piece of cake he could get. Kohga chuckled, leaning over to lightly shove his shoulder.

“You saved me a piece? Why did I expect anything else from someone like you?”

“I’ll take that as a complement. Here, I have a fork.”

Sooga sat back down, cake in his hand, when something in him..clicked. Maybe it was his Master being happy. Maybe it was the fact that he ate SO much food, so full of gluttony and greed. He was surprised anyone got any food to eat in his wake. And he saw it, in that big, full tummy of his. It looked even bigger, even grander than ever.

“Could I feed this to you?”

Why would he ask that? Why would ANYONE ask that? He was about to apologize, when Kohga chuckled, slightly shaking his head.

“I mean, sure. Less effort for me, why not? Long as I get my cake.”

Kohga lifted his mask up a bit, just for his mouth. Sooga froze for a moment as Kohga sat there, mouth open and expecting. He..shouldn’t keep him waiting, right? He nodded, grabbed a piece, and put it right in his Master’s soft, plush mouth. He licked the frosting off of his lips, nodding in approval.

“That is a VERY good cake right there. Nice and moist.”

“I..take all the food was to your liking?”

“Oh definitely. The chicken curry, salted greens, oh and the tabantha bakes! I LOVED the tabantha bakes!”

He kept feeding Kohga piece by piece, watching as his lips enjoyed bite after bite. Kohga...did eat a LOT tonight. So many plates of warm, hearty food.

“I could tell. You kept dunking them in the poultry pilaf.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. I have no idea how many plates of those that I ate.”

“I’d be more concerned over how many bowls of rice and meat you ate.”

Kohga groaned, giving his stomach a nice, satisfied rub.

“Ugh that meat was SO good. The rice was nice and sticky, the meat was juicy, you could wring that shit out. Thank god you got that cake, I’m starting to get hungry again.”

Sooga nodded as he kept sitting there, putting more and more cake into his mouth. Kohga was ever so hungry. Big, beautiful body DID need so many calories to keep it running. Sooga eventually ran out of cake, and he found himself still glancing at his big, heavy tummy. Kohga saw there was no more cake, and pouted.

“Ugh. I kinda want more cake. You think I should fast after this?”

“No! Absolutely not. You eat until you feel satisfied, Kohga. If you want to eat, you want to eat. I can go into the kitchen, have them make you another cake. Maybe something else to eat?”

“I’d KILL for a mushroom omelette right now. But I don’t want you to leave.”

Sooga thought about getting Kohga’s food anyway, but he just. Kept looking at how Kohga kept massaging at his tummy. Clearly he needed his help.

“Then I shall stay. We can give you a nice, big breakfast in the morning instead.”

“Whatever keeps us both here.”

Kohga burped into his hand, and Sooga immediately felt awful. His poor master’s stomach was clearly in need of his comforting hand. He crawled up to him, suddenly finding both hands on his belly, rubbing it in small, slow circles.

“I’ll stay here as long as you need. You just relax, my Master.”

Kohga chuckled, looking as if he’d stop Sooga’s fussing, only to put his hands behind his head, and continue to let him. Kohga didn’t speak as Sooga tenderly massaged his belly, staring at it longingly. It was so big, so beautiful, so full of everything that was good in this world. Sooga was attracted to him for his hands, his voice, his confidence, but honestly? His belly was his favorite part of him. He could feel the softness under the yiga uniform, feel the warmth under his fingertips. It was so lovely, so precious, just the weight of it all.

“Jesus Sooga, you’re easy.”

“Pardon?”

Kohga used his head to motion downward. Sooga looked down, and found himself aroused. VERY aroused. He pulled his hands away, grabbing a pillow to cover himself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“I didn’t say you had to stop, you know. Go on, do your thing. Don’t forget, you haven’t given me my birthday present yet~”

Sooga thought about refusing, but...well, he hadn’t gotten him a gift just yet. And he really, REALLY wanted this. He put the pillow back, and buried his face into Kohga’s stomach. One hand was used to grab and grope at his belly, the other was used to free his cock from his cloth confines. Kohga had such a big, wonderful tummy, he hated how absolutely hard it made him.

“I...really like your stomach, Master Kohga.”

“Ah ah ah. YOU’RE jerking off because of my stomach, on MY birthday. You call it ‘poochy tummy’ like a good boy.”

“Must I?”

“You wanna cum, then yes.”

Sooga groaned. He hated that everyone called it that, it was stupid, But, if that’s what it took, so be it.

“I...really like your poochy tummy. A lot. Especially after you eat. You look so full and content after you stuff yourself.”

Sooga was already panting, grip tight and slow on his cock, just how preferred it. It didn’t help that Kohga put his hand on his head, affectionately petting him like he was such a good boy.

“That why you offered to feed me cake?”

“...maybe.”

“Pfft. Pervert. But I like it, it’s cute, knowing your cock gets so hard for my full belly. You could totally feed me again, would you like that?”

Sooga’s whine was stifled by Kohga’s big tummy, but Kohga was taking that as a yes. Sooga was sitting here, pumping his cock because he wanted to make his big belly even fuller. Such a cute bottom. Sooga liked this so much, he was already feeling himself at the edge.

“Master Kohga, I don’t think I’m going to l-last much-”

“You gonna stay there, or you gonna get up here and cum on my poochy tummy?”

The idea excited Sooga so much, he practically leapt up to sit right on him. With a slow, tender hand, Sooga sat there, pumping his cock (and even rubbing his cock RIGHT on him, like a dream). Then he came. Ribbons of cum came from him, littering his big, soft tummy, it reminded him of a nice, fresh cinnamon roll. Sooga sat there for a moment, trying to take in the fact that his cock was sitting there, amongst his own cum, right on Kohga’s tummy. Kohga chuckled, giving a light shake of his head.

“You JUMPED for that, didn’t you big boy? Not that I mind, I wanted some more dessert.”

Kohga swiped his finger across Sooga’s head, and licked that bit of cum off his finger.

Kohga may be the gluttonous one, but Sooga was truly the one who was hungry.