#if it’s not your cup of tea that’s fine! it is truly as simple as just not engaging with it

[mysticdeath]

skipping the pleasantries, while i consider myself highly critical of the tvdu, i am still very cautious about the things i say and do in front of other people. i would never belittle a character or ship someone writes to their face, nor would i tear apart the things they choose to hold as canon simply because it does not align with my own thoughts. i would never allow my personal feelings of certain characters to bleed into my writing and affect how my muses act to those characters. and unless prompted, i will never share my personal thoughts and feelings on specific subjects. i would appreciate if this could be a sentiment that is returned.

[franklyimissparis]

maybe don’t go purposefully interacting with certain fandom spaces if you aren’t into them, just a wild thought-

[satori-runa]

— Apricity ⊹₊⟡⋆

Summary: You tried stealing from the fatui, and the captain caught you in the act, offering a particular deal to benefit from your situation.

Tags: Capitano x female! reader | slow burn

Words: 2,3k

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A snow that was almost as fine as fog fell down on the earth, but basically no one could tell if it was delicate snowflakes that descended down the sky or if it was indeed mesmerizing fog that enveloped the world in its own charm. However, you were sure of one single thing, the snow couldn't be falling any more beautifully than it was now.

Various people were out on the frozen streets, ready to go home for a cup of hot tea to warm up from the chill weather and grab a good book to read. Some took their time on the way, enjoying the refreshing feeling when the glistening snow touches the warm skin on their faces. Other people, however, disappeared just as quickly as they had originally come.

You were also one of them, running exhausted through the snow with your tired legs. In one hand was a heavy bag of mora, clinging with every step you took, while you used your other hand to keep the snow away from your face. Or at least that was your idea, because the snowflakes fell down onto your form anyway, leaving you in a freezing state.

However, it wasn't important to you, it didn't even occur to you to worry about it. If you really had to list all your problems in this particular moment, then this would be the most insignificant of them all. You didn't have the time to complain about the usual weather like that either. In fact, it wouldn't even change the weather to begin with. Snezhnaya was known for its eternal winter.

Truth to be told, you were unable to concentrate in this situation. All the thousands of thoughts you had at that single moment rendered meaningless by pure panic. It wasn't even your stamina that let you keep running at this point, but rather the sheer adrenaline that pumped through your blood at high-speed, caused by the nagging fear inside your head.

If it weren't for that, you would surely be collapsing on the slippery road, breathing heavily. Running was not your strong suit, and you cursed yourself slightly for it. Suddenly, another cold shiver went down your spine as you heard the footsteps and shouts of familiar people. The own sound of your heartbeat drowned it out so that it was barely audible, but the terror in your head made all your senses you owned go crazy. In fact, if it weren't for running for your short life, the sound of shouts would paralyze your body with shock and classic anxiety.

It was clear that the people that were hunting you are fellow members of the Fatui who had recently settled down in the main city after returning from another mysterious mission, shouting and laughing about their adventures And a stupid idea out of simple desperation had blinded your judgment as you had actually risked stealing from the masked men. A sack of mora more or less would do no harm to the Fatui soldiers, and you needed the money in your rather poor situation more than these people.

But all you could do at that moment was to run. You didn’t even have a clear path you were going, you just ran aimlessly through the city, on the run from the men that chased after you like a pack of hungry lions. You ran through all the dark alleys you would otherwise have avoided. Not only that, but you even ran down all those stone stairs that were scattered throughout the city. In the middle of the chase, you occasionally jumped some of them down or skipped at least a few steps while running. At other moments you slipped or stumbled on occasion, but before you could truly fall properly, luck was on your side as you were able to regain your balance every time.

The shouts and screams did not stop and continued to chase after you, but your mind didn't even think to stop for a short moment.

Meanwhile, not far away at the same time stood an elegantly dressed man, which face was covered by a mask. His hidden eyes looked up to the endless grey sky that brought the gentle snow. He held out a gloved hand as if he had to make sure that it was actually snow falling from above. When this fact was confirmed for him, he, too, decided to go home slowly and pass the time by working on the endless stacks of papers on his desk. The short heels of his shoes made muffled noises at every step, and you might think he enjoyed the tranquillity of the surroundings on his way.

Only a moment before, he had been busy examining the gems of a random street shop. Especially the perfectly mined Night Jade appealed to him. The dark colors and fine cut caught his eye, and indeed he had spent several minutes looking at a stone that to other people could not be more similar than another simple rock. But a man like that, who traveled all across the globe, knew a rarity from another nation when he saw one. The shop owner behind the counter shivered, glancing at the tall masked man in a particular kind of fear, not daring to ask if he wants to buy that piece of night jade. Yet, Capitano wasn't interested in owning such a thing. Materialism was hardly his forte.

And so he went his own path, which he had already walked countless times before. And every single time he looked around, as if the landscape could suddenly disappear. You could think Capitano memorized the whole city by just taking strolls after returning from a mission. The man had probably already passed every tree and every stone and had imprinted the picture in his mind. These things should also be enjoyed while they are still there. He had learned from the past, enjoy things while they last, because someday they might disappear.

Just as he was about to go downtown, he crossed paths with a stranger. His mind was elsewhere, so he didn't get the chance to avoid the quick person that ran straight into his chest. The impact caused him to stagger back a few steps despite his huge form, busy trying to find his balance and realize what had just run into him.

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the snowy floor, the sack with Mora had fallen carelessly beside you and opened up from the fall. While the contents didn't fall out, people had a good view on the shiny money. Another wave of panic passed through your body and your terrified gaze, met the black void of his mask. The lack of a face was bone-chilling and unexpected, irritating you for a split second.

It was almost as if time stopped for a moment and put the world in slow motion. As if the snowflakes had stopped falling... if you hadn’t been so exhausted from running, you'd probably have lost control of your breath as the adrenaline wears off, and the anxiety sets in.

That dark mask had taken you really out of the concept, and you sat on the cold floor for a few more seconds that felt like some really long minutes. The strange man with the hidden face seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by screaming voices. “There she is. Grab her, we’ll teach this brat some manners.” A rough voice came closer at a rapid pace. Immediately, the world seemed to move again in real time. And the gentle snow continued to fall... Your frozen hands trembled, and yet they quickly grabbed the money bag and held it tightly, almost as if you might drop it a second time.

Immediately after that, you jump up again, look back at the Fatui who came closer with a quick step, and then at the strange man. You also wanted to say something, or rather make a brief apology, but not a single sound came over your lips to leave your mouth. Your lips just moved for a moment, and before the man could realize exactly what you wanted from him, you had run past him in a matter of seconds. By the archons, you swear you felt his mysterious gaze in your back as you stepped away from the stranger with every step.

"Hey, you there. Why didn't you hold her in place?" The Fatui stopped their little chase when their paths crossed with Capitano, standing with their face to his back. It seemed as if they didn't know who was standing in front of them, and they certainly didn't care at that moment. For now they dedicated that he's just another random man on the street. The masked soldier in the dark clothes grabbed Capitano rudely by the back collar of his coat with the left hand. Funnily enough, the dark masked man was a bit taller than the respectless soldiers, which is why the soldier in charge felt it necessary to pull him down a bit with his firm grip.

"You must have heard us calling for the brat, why didn't you hold her in place? Are thieves welcome in this country? Shabby..." The Fatui soldier seemed to have no problem expressing his own opinion that nobody asked for. His raspy voice sounded not only slightly drunk but also full of disgust and hatred. Everyone could immediately tell that this soldier was mentally clouded and couldn't grasp the sheer mistake that he did.

Again, Capitano wanted to reciprocate and started to take a step away, pulling the masked soldier a step to the front and bringing him to slip slightly on the frozen ground. Then the harbinger turned around, facing the soldier with an unspoken calmness. “If I may ask…"His deep voice seemed to surprise the previously self-confident soldiers a little, especially after they started to pick up who stood in front of them.

No alcohol could cover the fact that they disrespected the first of the fatui harbingers with their unprofessional and rude actions. They didn't expect Capitano to be back so soon from his mission, thinking they could slack off between a few bottles of fire water and high quality cigarettes and yet the captain caught them in the act, staring down on the soldiers with an calmness that got wielded as an weapon.

„What are you doing here?“ And there it was, the question that was like a death sentence, hovering above their heads. „W-Well, we were...on duty!“ One of them said, the taller one. He seemed less drunk and more reasonable than his shorter co-worker that was highly affected by the drinks he had before. „Y-Yes on d-duty!“ Yet Capitano could read them like an open book, there was no need to pressure further into such an matter, when it was clear that in front of him were two imbecile people. „I demand a report by tonight then.“ This was the final word, there was no time to waste, when there was actually another matter that the Captain wanted to check on.

The two soldiers saluted out of respect, rambling a quick half-hearted apology and walking off with big steps to create as much distance as possible in a short time, just in case Capitano would call them back. But the large masked man readjusted his coat, pulled it into place, and walked down the street with gentle steps as if he was trying not to scare the nature around him.

But in fact, it was you, who he tried not to scare.

You sat behind a wall in the middle of the snow while holding the bag of mora close to your chest. He inspected your form while you were looking down. You knew that he was here and at the same time there was no resistance because you knew who he was and what status he owned. This was much worse than those two masked soldiers from before, this is the final encounter before you might taint the white streets with your blood for such a simple foolish act. „Why?“ Was the only thing he asked, his tall form hovering above her with no malice but genuine curiosity. It was laced with care, interest and a spark of something unfamiliar, yet welcome. „They took it.“ You muttered under your breath, pulling your legs closer to your chest to build a sense of comfort. „They took it from some people that needed it.“

Capitano knew that this could be a lie, but why risk your own life for a bag of money if it's not for a good reason? No one who isn't suicidal would play that game with such a risk. So he was intrigued. „If so, then why didn't you report it?“ His voice kept going. It was deep enough to scratch your brain in the right places, but the fact that it belonged to someone like him really placed you on the edge. You already imagined the worst and gave up. Why would you lie? But more importantly, why would he trust you?

The man saw through you. His experience in life surpassed yours and most of the others. He had met countless people and killed a huge number of them as well. You couldn't deceive him, even if you wanted to. And he knew you didn't. He also figured that you are injured, cowering on the ground like a kicked puppy and just waiting for the final blow. But no, he wasn't here to end you. Not when you caught his interest.

„I propose a deal.“ He spoke up again, stepping out of his usual boundaries as he placed his personal interest over his duties. This was a small matter, so there would hardly be any consequences. „I can't trust you, but you seem to need the money.“ You lifted your gaze from the floor, looking at the black void of the mask again. You could feel his eyes as he spoke. „Work for me as my maid. Pay off the money you stole, and I let you keep it. Else, you face the consequences of your own action.“

[obeymeshallwedateaddict]

hello hello! i saw that your request are open soo here i go i guess? 👀 so - for context - something funny has been happening to me: ever since i got my first barbatos card, which makes him appear as a surprise guest, ive tried to get all the different reactions out of him. however nothing i do actually works?? i ALWAYS!! get the stars or the hearts and i just can’t get him to be upset even a little bit!! not once!! no matter what i do skdhsk SO! may i please request a cute funny drabble where mc tries to be a bit mischievous/prank barbatos a lot of times because they want to get more reactions out of him that isn’t that super polite smile on his face but it sorta? backfires because instead of pissing him off or scaring him or something like that he’s genuinely amused and totally enamored by mc and their behavior? thank you so much in advance <3

Hello!! Im sorry for the delay but I've been in a writer's block lately which is why I don't post as often but as soon as I got an idea for your request I wrote it down and I genuinely like it. Enjoy!

Summary: MC tries to prank Barbatos but instead of being mad or annoyed the demon finds it amusing and endearing.

Contains: Fluff

GN!MC x Barbatos

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

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A Devilish Attempt

MC peeked around the corner, eyeing the pristine kitchen with gleaming counters and perfectly arranged ingredients. They knew Barbatos would be there any second to check on the afternoon tea preparations. Today, they’d be testing out their newest prank.

The idea was simple: they had swapped his tea leaves with the spicy demon realm “dragon’s tongue” herb. It looked the same, smelled similar… but the taste? A fiery, eye-watering kick that could surprise even the most seasoned demon.

As soon as Barbatos stepped in, MC grinned and slid into place, pretending to “help” near the teapot.

“Oh, hello, MC,” Barbatos greeted, that signature polite smile already in place.

“Hey, Barbatos! Care for a cup of tea?” they asked, barely able to keep from grinning. They expected shock, maybe a flicker of irritation something that wasn’t his unruffled calm.

Barbatos poured himself a cup, and MC watched, their eyes wide as saucers, waiting for his reaction. He took a sip and…

“Oh! Quite an interesting choice, MC,” Barbatos said, barely a blink of surprise in his expression. “A little spice can truly awaken the senses. You have such a… creative taste.”

MC was baffled. “Wait, you actually liked it?”

He smiled that calm, unfazed smile, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Not what I would typically choose, but if you wanted me to try something new, I would happily indulge.”

Undeterred, MC decided they’d have to try something bigger. Over the next few days, they went all out, each plan more elaborate than the last. They swapped out all the sugar in his cakes with salt, set up a harmless spell that made glitter burst out when he opened his recipe book, even snuck in a little toy snake to “surprise” him in the storage room.

Each time, Barbatos barely batted an eye. He’d even chuckle or offer a sincere compliment, like, “How clever you are, MC,” or, “It’s refreshing to have a little unexpected sparkle.”

MC was beside themselves. “How do you keep your cool, Barbatos? I’ve tried everything!”

Barbatos’s eyes softened as he looked at them, amusement sparkling in his gaze. “You’re quite tenacious, MC. I admire that about you.”

MC blinked, feeling their cheeks heat up slightly under his warm gaze.

He leaned in just a little, his voice low. “If it helps, I’ve been thoroughly entertained. The effort you put in to try and surprise me… I find it charming.”

Caught between laughing and blushing, MC finally threw their hands up. “Fine! I give up. You win, Barbatos!”

Barbatos chuckled softly, watching them with a gentle expression. “Thank you for the fun, MC. You’ve made each day a little brighter… and a lot more interesting.”

As he walked away, MC realized they might not have succeeded in flustering him—but in the end, Barbatos had somehow turned the tables on them completely. And maybe… they didn’t mind that one bit.

[lucywritesagain]

My Silly Midgardian

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Please note that this story is a repost from my old blog @lucywrites02.

Summary: Loki’s friend/crush has the flu. Loki having no knowledge about midgardian diseases panics and tries his best to make her feel better.

Word count: 2.2k

You knew something was wrong the moment you’ve woken up. Trying to stretch your muscles a little bit you noticed how sore your body was. At first you blamed it on the training session you had with Natasha yesterday but realisation hit you as you started coughing uncontrollably. You felt incredibly warm. Way too warm for your liking. You looked at your face in the mirror and noticed the bags under your eyes. You groaned in frustration. A fracking flu? You were one of the best agents S.H.I.E.L.D had to offer. You have been working alongside THE Avengers for more than 2 years now, fighting aliens and terrorists and yet a simple flu defeated you. 

You splashed some water on your face and put your most comfortable clothes on. It was going to be a really long day after all. You wanted to crawl back under the covers but your tummy demanded breakfast. You weren't sure if food was what you needed right now. You didn’t want to upset your stomach after all but you also needed to eat something. After some thinking you decided on some plain toast and a cup of tea.

Walking into the kitchen you noticed Loki sitting at the table with a book in his hand. It was one of many you let him borrow to “become more familiar with midgardian culture”. He truly enjoyed some of them but would never admit that. You have seen him reading your favourite book more than once but decided to not make any comments about that. Upon noticing your arrival Loki put his book away and greeted you with a warm smile. 

“Good morning!” he said happily “How is my favourite midgardian doing!”

“She’s doing just fine, thank you,” you responded and pulled two slices of bread out of the bag. 

“I was wondering when you’ll wake up,” the god announced “I made you some tea, it’s still warm.” Your heart skipped a bit when he said he was waiting for you. The two of you talk about books Loki has read every morning and discuss them together. Loki didn’t want to tell you he had already read most of the books you have given him before in fear you would stop talking with him altogether. He was utterly smitten with you but he knew a woman like you would never be interested in him romantically. Several people had mistaken you two for a couple before and every time that happened you would immediately correct them and say you were just friends. The idea of you reciprocating his feelings sounded unrealistic to him. If he only knew you felt the same….

You gave him a tired smile and thanked for the tea. As the bread popped out the toaster you put it on your plate and sat down next to Loki. 

“I think there are some pancakes in the microwave if you want,” Loki stood up, wanting to give you some. “Romanoff made them before they head out.”

“Oh, no thank you! I’ll stick to the toasts today,” you reassured him and took a small bite of your food. “By the way where is everyone?” you asked upon noticing how quiet it was in the tower this morning. You knew Nat and Clint had a mission in Alaska because the redhead told you that during your training but you had no idea what happened with the rest of the team. 

“Thor left with Natasha and Barton, “ he explained” Tony is in Paris with Pepper. Captain and his squad are on a mission in Australia and Wanda joined them”

“So it’s just the two of us in here?”

“Banner is in his lab doing whatever he thinks will help him pass the time” Loki added

You winced in pain as you felt a throbbing in your head. You felt as if you took part in a marathon. Your muscles were aching and you were slightly dehydrated. Loki noticed your discomfort and turned to face you. 

“Are you ok?” he asked, concerned. The trickster only now noticed the bags under your eyes. He touched your hand and got even more worried when he felt how warm you were. 

“I’m great, Loki,” you announced and drank the rest of your tea.

“I’m not an expert but midgardians shouldn’t be so warm and-”

“Really, Loki I’m fine!” you said.

“You are not looking that fine to me.” he responded.

“Wow, rude. Not everyone can just wake up and look like a cover girl.” you tried to laugh but the constant throbbing in your head wouldn’t allow it. You stood up wanting to put your empty mug in the dishwasher. As you did that your vision went blank and the only sound you heard before passing out was the mug shattering on the floor

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You opened your eyes and yawned loudly. You were laying down on the couch with a warm blanket over your body. You tried to sit up but your muscles were too sore to allow any movement. Realising how drenched in sweat your clothes were you groaned.  You started to wonder how you got there when you noticed Loki with a glass of water and a sandwich.

“Norns! You are finally awake,” he said and put them down on the small coffee table. Loki quickly walked to you and kneeled. His hand gently touched your forehead and tucked your hair behind your ear. “You fainted, darling,” he announced and started stocking your cheek. 

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s really nothing bad, Loki,” you tried to reassure him but the god didn’t believe you. You wanted to explain to him that it was just a flu but you started coughing uncontrollably which made the trickster panic even more. He helped you sit up and gently caressed your back. 

“I’m calling Banner,” Loki said but you stopped him before he could do anything else.

“Seriously, Loki, I will be fine.” you hugged the covers even tighter to your body that was already drenched in sweat. “It’s just a flu.” Loki looked at you as if you were crazy.

“Just a-.... Y/N, you fainted!” you knew Loki cared for you but now he was definitely overreacting. “If I didn’t catch you you would hurt yourself!” you noticed the worry in his eyes. It looked like he was on the verge of tears but you blamed your brain for sending you such images. You felt something weird in your stomach and quickly kicked the blanket off of you. You stood up and ran out of the living room, Loki was right behind you. You opened the door to the bathroom. When the trickster entered the room you were  kneeling on the cold tales as you emptied your stomach. 

“Hey, it’s ok, everything’s all right,” Loki held your hair in right hand while his left one was on your back. “JARVIS! Call Banner and tell him to immediately come to my room!” you would argue with him but you didn’t have any energy left. “Can you stand up?” you nodded and flushed the toilet. Trying to take a step forward you winced in pain because your muscles were still too sore. 

Seeing your struggle Loki picked you up in wedding style and carried you to his room. You tried to protest but didn’t have the energy to do so. Instead you put your hands around his neck as your head rested on his shoulder. As he walked into the elevator and pushed the bottom to his floor he felt you shiver and hugged you closer to his body. Loki had no idea what was happening to you. Was it something you caught during the last mission? Is it deadly? Will you be ok? He was seriously panicking now but as long as he was able to feel your breathing on his neck it was ok.

“You’re going to be ok, my love” he whispered, gently kissing your head.

The elevator stopped and Loki quickly walked into the direction of  his room. He opened the door and carefully laid you on his bed. 

“Bruce should be here soon,” Loki announced “Is there something you need? Water? Something to eat? Another blanket? “ if you weren’t feeling like shit at that moment you would kiss for the way he was acting  “Or maybe not, you are already too warm, another blanket would just make it worse.” Loki was mumbling to himself and  it wasn the most adorable thing you have ever seen.

“One blanket would be just fine” you smiled at him softly “But if you could bring me some clean clothes I would be grateful. Those are drenched in sweat,” you asked shily, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“Of course! That’s no problem” he replied quickly and opened his closet. “Do you need some pants or just a shirt?”

“Pants, too, please” you were sleepy again and ready to drift off any moment now “I mean, if it’s not a problem. I promise I will wash them afterwards”  A few seconds later Loki came back with a pair of black sweatpants and a green sweater.

“The pants are too big for you but I hope that won’t be a problem,” he gave them to you with a soft smile. You tried to stand up and go to the bathroom but winced in pain again. Loki must have figured out what was wrong and insisted that you stay in the bed. He said he would go to the bathroom and give you some privacy and that you should tell him when you’re decent again. 

“Such a gentleman,” you joked

“Everything for you, my lady” he winked at you and left to the bathroom

This man will be the death of you sooner or later.

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After you put the clothes on you awkwardly called for him. Loki came back and ogled your body. You were significantly smaller than him but now that you were wearing his, way too big, clothes you look tiny. The god thought you looked adorable wearing his clothes, especially if they were green. He blushed when he realised what he was thinking about. The two of you were still looking at each other in silence until a knock on the door pulled you both out of that trance. Loki opened them and pulled Bruce inside. 

“What took you so long???” Loki asked, irritated. You wanted to greet Bruce but because your eyes were closing involuntary you decided to rest for a while.

“I was at the store!” Banner defended himself “I just came back and then JARVIS told me you wanted me to come ASAP” Normally the trickster would argue with him more but you were his number one priority right now. The scientist asked what was so important and Loki pointed at your exhausted body laying on his bed and explained what happened. 

“So let me get this straight,” Bruce said confused “You panicked and called ME because she’s sick”

“Yes! You are a doctor, you should help her!” Loki was getting more anxious with every passing second.

“I have some PHDs but that’s not the same” Banner explained

“But you are a midgardian, right?” the god continued “You know what’s happening to her so please help her!” the trickster begged. The scientist was taken aback by his words. It wasn’t a secret that Loki had feelings for you. Everyone in the tower could see it. Except you, of course. But no one would ever expect Loki to beg someone for help. You really meant a lot to him.

“Ok, I see what I can do” Banned patted his shoulder and headed towards you. He gently shook your body and you woke up again. “I heard you weren’t feeling well” you nodded your head as your friend touched your forehead.  “You have an awful fever. Loki, could you bring me a wet towel, please?” Bruce didn’t even blink and Loki was already in the bathroom. The scientist turned to you again “Do you need some pills? I have some painkillers in my room if you want”  you nodded and gave him a grateful smile. Loki came back with a wet towel and handed it to Banner. He then put it on your forehead and stood up. “I’m going to my room to get her some medicine. Give her some water and keep an eye on her. I will be right back”

And with that Bruce left the room. 

Loki sat at the edge of the bed right next to you and gently caressed your cheek. You put your hand on top of his and smiled. Loki’s heart was beating like crazy now. Did you have feelings for him or was it just because you were ill? He wished it was the first one. He could keep staring at your beautiful face for eternity if you allowed him. 

A few moments later Bruce came back with the painkiller he promised you. Loki handed you a glass of water and you swallowed the pill. 

“If you need anything else just call me” Banner said to Loki “Get better soon, Y/N!” you waved at him and the scientist was gone again.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” the god asked

“Could you read something for me?” you hugged the pillow and moved closer to him “Please?” you added

“Anything for you, my love” he took a book from his nightstand and leaned on the wall. You raised the blanket silently inviting him to lay with you. The gesture made Loki’s heart flutter. He got under the covers, one hand was holding the book and another one was hugging you close to his body, You took the wet towel off of your head and threw it on the floor where your old clothes were. You put your head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. You noticed it was faster than it’s supposed to be but asked no questions. Asgardians were different from humans, right? You closed your eyes as Loki was reading but didn’t feel like sleeping anymore. You could listen to his voice forever. 

The trickster was a few chapters in when he noticed your closed eyes. Assuming you were asleep he closed the book and put it away. He decided that watching you was far more interesting than any story he could read. Not hearing his voice anymore you opened your eyes to check on him. Your eyes met with his and you could have sworn he was blushing. You smiled and he did the same. It was now or never, Loki thought. He leaned in slowly and rested his hands on your waist. You figured out what he was planning and you pushed his lips away with your index finger. 

“I must have misunderstood the situation” Loki took his hand off your waist and awkwardly cleaned his throat. He looked hurt, heartbroken even “Please forgive me”

“No Loki, it’s-” you started “you didn’t misunderstand anything. I’m sick and I don’t want YOU to be sick, too” you explained and gently stroked his cheek. 

“My silly midgardian,” Loki laughed and hugged you “I’m immune to your diseases so even if I wanted to, I couldn’t get sick”

“Well, if that’s the case-” you grinned and put your lips on his. Loki didn’t waste any more time and immediately reciprocated the kiss which quickly went from soft and gentle to passionate and rough

“That was way better than I have imagined” Loki whispered after you two broke the kiss to be able to breathe again. 

“What else did you imagine?” you gave him one more kiss and laid your head in the crook of his neck.

“I imagined going on a date with you” he interfered  his fingers with yours and continued “I imagined us holding hands whilst walking together. I imagined us falling asleep and then waking up together”  you kissed his neck and looked into his eyes.

“I’m feeling sleepy again so your last dream will probably come true” you said, smirking

“In my imagination we have fallen asleep after doing something different than reading but I guess this is ok, too” he added and you playfully smacked his chest. He laid on his side to be face to face with you and put one of your legs around his waist. You put your hands around his body and hummed in satisfaction. “You, my love, are the most beautiful and mesmerizing woman I have ever met” he kissed your head one more time and you both drifted off to sleep.

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The sunlight from the sun paints your shared bedroom with Five brighter as the two of you are still tangled in bed, covered in duvet for warmth from October's coldness. It was Saturday, and every Saturday, the two of you would sleep in for an hour or two before waking up craving a cup of coffee. Five gently wakes you up by softly tracing a line on your skin. The soft touches make you ticklish and wake you up. Five kissed your temple before wishing you a good morning, and you smiled at him. "Would you care for another coffee-hunting date with me?" he asked as his fingers ran through your hair, untangling it. You smiled at the soft touch of Five's fingers running through my hair, enjoying the simple intimacy of the moment. "A coffee-hunting date sounds lovely," you replied, your voice still groggy from sleep. "But first, I need a few more minutes of this cozy bed and your gentle touch," you say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. A few moments later, the two of you get out of bed, the cold air of October making you shiver. You take turns getting ready, stealing glances at each other's reflection in the bathroom mirror, and wearing matching outfits.

It was a sunny day. The birds were chirping, the kids were playing, and it was a wonderful day. You stood near the large window in your house with a cup of tea in your hand, watching the kids and wishing you were them, while also imagining yourself as a mother. You smiled to yourself as you heard the contagious laughs from the kids and how it plastered a sweet smile on your face. However, someone was feeling a bit cranky that evening. "This damn kids are always so loud," Five groaned. You chuckled lightly at Five's grumpy complaint, setting down your tea mug and walking over to him. "Oh, come on, they're just having some fun outside," you teased. He scoffs at you, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know, but they're driving me crazy. Can't they play somewhere else? Preferably far away from our house?". "Maybe a cup of coffee would cheer you up, old man!" "Oh, very funny," he muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes at your comment, but a small smirk crossed his face. "And I'm not that old". You smiled at his grumpy reaction, knowing that underneath his grouchy exterior, he was secretly enjoying your teasing. "Come on, grumpy old man," you said, taking his hand in yours. "Let's get you that cup of coffee". And indeed, the sign on your house's front door is true: "A lovely lady and a grumpy man live here".

You have told Five how much you love the rain, yet you tend to use an umbrella to shelter yourself. If you truly love the rain, why would you not embrace it? Let the rain fall from the dark clouds drenched you with its tears. That is something Five never understood. The date was going perfectly fine until the sky suddenly darkened and drops of rain started to fall. "Come on! You said you love the rain," shouted Five, while gesturing for you to join him plays with the rain. You chuckle at his insistence but hesitate for a moment. "I do love the rain," you say, watching as he splashes happily in a puddle. "But I don't want to catch a cold". However, Five's playful smile and the way the rain glistened on his hair was too enticing. You couldn't resist his charm. "Fine, fine. I'll join you," you finally say, stepping out of the shelter and into the rain. Without waiting for a moment, Five grabs your hand and pulls you into the open. The raindrops hit your skin, cold and refreshing. Five laughs as he twirls you around, his face elated. "See? This is much better than standing under a tree, isn't it?" he shouts over the sound of the rain. Your heart flutters at how carefree he looks. "Okay, okay," you say, "You were right. This is fun!". The rain continues to fall, but neither of you seems to mind. Instead, you splash through the puddles on the sidewalk, laughing and enjoying the cool feeling of the rain. Five takes your hand again and starts to spin you around in the rain more, his smile wider than you've seen in a long time. As the two of you dance through the rain, you feel a sense of freedom, as if nothing else in the world matters except for you and him. Five pauses for a moment, his hand still holding yours, and gazes at you. "I must admit," he says, his voice low, "You look absolutely stunning in the rain," he grins, his hands wrapping around your waist. You smile at him, feeling your cheek blush at his words. "You're not so bad yourself, you know," you say, poking him playfully in the chest. Five chuckles, pulling you closer to him, his body pressed against yours. "Oh yeah? You think so?". The rain continues to fall, but neither of you seems to notice anymore. All that matters is the two of you, wrapped up in each other's arms, dancing in the rain.

"Hey, Five… What's all in this box?" you questioned with a wooden box in your hands, holding it to your chest. Five's eyes widened as his heart raced when he saw you holding the box, the letters he'd written over the years stashed inside. He couldn't believe he had forgotten about it, and now fear gripped him as he wondered if he should tell you what was inside. The wooden box that contains all of his letters for you that he couldn't be sent because of a different timeline. All the thoughts, wishes, and hopes he had written on any paper that he could find. Writing every detail that he had known of about you, even the smallest details that even you, yourself didn't know of. Writing every memory he had with you when the two of you were together. Writing everything he wanted to say to you. Writing it all down so that he won't forget about you, he couldn't. He took a deep breath before answering, "That… that's just some old things I've been meaning to get rid of". He tried to make it sound as convincing as possible, but you could sense the nervousness in his voice. You raised an eyebrow, suspicious at his answer, sensing that there was more to that box than he let on. "Really? Just old things?" you asked, still holding the box, your fingers tracing the rough edges. Five shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, his mind racing with thoughts of what you would think if you knew what was inside that box. "Yeah, it's… it's nothing important," he mumbled, his voice wavering slightly. As you continued to hold the box, your fingers still tracing the edges, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to it. "You know, you're not a very good liar," you said, noticing the way he avoided eye contact. Five's heart sank as you called him out on his lie. He knew he couldn't hide the truth for long, but the thought of you reading his letters terrified him. He was scared of what would you think of him. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice steady. "It's… it's just some old letters," he admitted, his voice low. You looked up in surprise, not expecting him to admit to it so quickly. "Letters? To who?" you asked, your curiosity piqued. Five hesitated, unsure if he should tell you the truth. "They're… they're for you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "For me?" your voice laced with surprise. You never thought that Five would write you a letter but letters…? How many are there? What are they even about? "Yeah, for you… Back when I was stuck in the subway for almost seven years," he confessed. You knew about him being stuck there, he had told you. But he never told you about writing letters for you. The curiosity in you is getting stronger, you need to know what it is about. He watched as your expression shifted from surprised to curious, and he could see the question in your eyes. "Yes," he said softly, his voice laced with a hint of resignation. "I wrote them all during that time when I was stuck in the subway". Your mind was reeling with questions, but you tried to stay calm. "How many are there?" you asked, gesturing to the box. "A lot, I couldn't keep count". His answer only added to your curiosity, and you looked at the box in your hands as if trying to estimate how many letters were inside. "Can I… can I read them?" you asked, your voice hopeful. Five was hesitant at first, but after locking eyes with yours, he couldn't say no. After all, he wrote that for you. It was meant for you to read. With his reluctant nod, he gave you permission to explore the contents of the box. Your heart raced as you opened it, revealing stacks of envelopes and crumbled pieces of paper, each with your name written on the front. As you carefully began to read, you felt a wave of emotions wash over you - pain, love, longing, and hope, all captured on the pages.

My dearest love, As I wrote each letter, I poured my heart and soul into every word. I thought of you, how much I missed you, how much I wanted to be with you. The ink on the pages was a testament to my feelings, like a bruise on my heart. I wrote of the small things I missed, such as the way you laughed or the way your hair smelled. I wrote of the memories we shared, trying to keep them alive in my mind. Writing them was a bittersweet act, each page a reminder of the distance between us. Yours truly, forever. Five Hargreeves

In the end, you felt that despite everything, Five's love for you still burned as strong as ever.

[euphietea]

To Skin a Lion.

Jo Togame. [ 1/? ] cw. angsty. tattooing mentions. yakuza mentions. note. linked reference list & websites used at bottom.

Jou Togame sits across from you at the floor table politely, legs folded under him and back straight. His shoulders curled forward, eyes lost in the waves of fragrant tea. He hadn’t touched the porcelain cup since it was offered to him. He hadn’t spoken in about fifteen minutes. Maybe he didn’t prepare for what this entailed.

He hadn’t left yet, which was a good sign. You sigh. He looks up to you. Lush green obscured by sunset-tinted lenses. Breaking your typical decorum, you reach across the table and touch the arms of the shades. At the slightest pull, he reacts. His calloused, scarred hands grip your wrists reflexively, digging into the nerve and numbing your senses. Your chest tightens and you search his fingers pointlessly. The days of Yubitsume were over, thus those in their twenties and even thirties kept all their digits.

He looked just like your usual clientele. Yakuza men were often muscular, imposing, and formal in their stature. They lose their ‘thuggish’ attitude years after recruitment due to training regiments under their elders. Jou, in his late twenties, fits the bill for a full fledged Yakuza. The thing was... He respected you. He didn’t question your ability nor did he ask for your master’s approval. He genuinely sought out your insight upon first meeting. You could tell by how he treated you that he was not one of them.

He recoils back, fingers curled around his forehead. His shoulders rise and fall in a deep, shaken breath.

“It’s fine, really,” You soften your voice, uncertain on how long he’d been fighting for to develop this type of reflex to a simple touch, “I just thought it might be easier without the shades. Keep them on if they’re more comfortable, okay?”

As his shaggy head pulls up, you see the ounce of pain behind his smile-crescent eyes, “No, you’re right.” He pulls the shades off and sets them on the table, “Isn’t there some phrase about rose tinted glasses?”

“Yeah, but those are yellow,” You note, trying to make a joke out of the obvious.

“Like piss,” he jests back.

“Like hope.”

Jou’s full attention was on you, mouth opening slightly. His stiff posture breaks for once as a strong, thick arm bears his full weight while he laughs. It sounds like the soft warmth of velvet.

Your own body melts tension away. Vulnerability is challenging, especially for someone who seemingly has steeled himself from enjoying those around him. You finally bridge the gap with a teasing lilt, “Are you ready to talk to me now? I can’t keep coaxing a lion to stop its pacing~”

“Yeah, yeah,” He waved off your teasing, the corner of his mouth cutting up in half-moon grin, “You’ll be jabbing me with those things if I talk right?” His chin jerks in the direction of the tebori hanging on the wall, “Ain’t that the opposite of torture? You’re supposed to jab me first then I’ll talk. You’re one backwards interrogator, miss.”

“Glad we’re on the same page~.” you jest with a chuckle, resting your cheek in your hand. He truly was a beautiful man when he smiled, “Let’s start from the top, mkay?” You steadied your heart. People do not close up so tight because their life is easy.

“Alright,” Jou takes a deep, steadying breath. He recounts his life to you, immersing you in his cherished past. Reliving the good days surrounds him in wistful melancholy – steeped like the untouched tea in front of him in fond memories. His smile longed for days lost in heartfelt connection. The very sun graced the barren soil of his life with lush, vibrant flora. Striving for the path of strength and freedom lead the sun to hide behind the clouds, swept away amidst heavy beads of rain. Withering away with each brother he skinned with his own teeth and claws, a mere lion could do nothing but sacrifice himself for the hope that the rain will end.

“...I failed him.” This lion’s roar was but a weak murmur. Jou’s chin rose, aquiline nose pointed towards the sun. His tears flow freely like the very rain he wished away, trailing down his softly curved jaw.

Your heart twists. Your professional constitution melts at the edges. You did not wish to interject in his story. You held no place along the canvas of his life. He so clearly craved comfort - to lighten the burden eating away at his mighty frame. Instinctively you reach out, fingers dangling hesitantly. Your intention was to simply provide comfort along the curve of his shoulder – you are met with curve of his dampened cheek. You are a professional. You are to create a tapestry of his journey, his goals, his very essence. Nothing more.

“This will be a very long process,” You begin carefully, keeping your voice steady, “I won’t do a traditional bodysuit. It'll have munewari but no kame-no-koh. It will just be the front.” Your thumb strokes the curve of his cheek, sweeping up a drying tear, “Until you make amends in the way that you want, I won’t complete your mane. It’s fitting for one who skins their own pride for the sake of the sun.”

His softened gaze lingers on yours, lapping at the clear waters of your affectionate after years of fasting. They reflect the beauty of raw malachite, relentlessly purifying the blackened tar of those around him. To polish it is to take the risk of poison with the reward of its adamant protection.

A professional.

The word jerks you out of a shared mirage. You reluctantly withdraw your soothing touch. You were not a shelter from the monsoon. You could never be the reprieve from his own self sacrifice. He turns his cheek as you pull back. The flesh of his lips graze the soft pads of your fingers, desiring one last lap at the illusory spring. He sits back, not an ounce of remorse for his wanton action.

As if the moment hadn’t been shared at all, you collect the remnants of your so called professionalism.

“Come back tomorrow and we’ll start from there.”

He obliged, thanking you and scheduling his appointment. He waves to you solemnly as he leaves, lips tilted in wistful grin. The lion readily greets the melancholic downpour in hopes to see the sun.

You begin to sketch a plan – the feel of his lips haunting your fingertips.

references.

terms used.

tebori. traditional tool for tattooing. made of bamboo and used to manually insert ink into the skin using 1-6 needles. typically used for horimono and irezumi by a horishi.

horishi. tattoo master as well as a term for block print/block carving artesian.

horimono. term for tattoos. usually refer to traditional styled tattoos resembling block/wood prints and carvings. have a historical context, but also a general term for the style of tattoo. preferred over the term irezumi due to it having a more neutral context.

irezumi. term for a tattoo. in history, the name of tattoos given to mark prisoners. often used to describe body suit tattoos typically seen on yakuza, however the term has historical context expanding prior to yakuza.

munewari. the gap of skin in a body suit to give the illusion of a happi.

kami-no-koh. the back piece of a body suit. it is usually the centerpiece of the horimono and often contain the main subject.

yubitsume. practice of the yakuza of cutting off the tip of a finger for atonement when defying yakuza rules.

since there are not many academic sources for horimono references, here are some websites i used. xx xx xx xx

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

Hello hello hellooo from your neighbourhood lurker you see I’m going though something horrible, the blood moon aka my period so would you be ever so kind and have the moriarty men comfort reader with her period.

(I don’t remember seeing a character limit so I like all of them not just moriarty brothers)

Sorry comes of as rude and if you can’t do all the characters that fine and if someone already requested this then feel free to ignore.

Thank you for reading my request from yours truly the neighbourhood lurker.

Period Pain with Sebastian Moran and Albert Moriarty

Sebastian Moran

If we are to be honest, Sebastian can be very loving if he wants to. But back in that time the concept of periods wasn't really understood by most men. Of course, Sebastian knew about periods from his previous partners so it wasn't that big of a deal when yours came.

He had learnt pretty quickly that you just wanted to stay in bed wrapped up in something warm and that was exactly what he did. He took care of everything. Be it stained sheets, stained dresses, food, blankets, tea, literally everything and without raising a single complaint.

Because Sebastian knows that periods are tricky and while you might be all happy now, the next moment you can get sad or angry.

"Everything okay over there?" He laid down beside you with a long sigh. It had been a stressful day with all of William's planning and all he wanted was to relax.

"As okay as it can be." You murmured but didn't move. Laying down in a straight line had so far been the only position that calmed down your cramps and you weren't going to risk it.

"Moneypenny said that perhaps a warm cloth over your stomach can help." The fact that he had went out of his way to ask Moneypenny meant a lot so you weren't going to tell him that you knew that fact already. "I'll go bring one for you."

He was back in no time with a light burn on his arm that he really didn't seem to mind. Sebastian let you get comfortable with the cloth and changed into the clothes he usually wore to go to bed before laying back down next to you.

In general, Sebastian doesn't do a lot and whatever he does in order to comfort you is subtle, something that always leaves you grateful and leads into some very sweet and freaky moments as soon as your period ends.

Albert James Moriarty

Albert is lost and doesn't know why. All he knows is that he is busy and that you are curled up in your shared bed, clenching onto your stomach. If he wasn't that tired, he would be certain that at some point you tried to rip your uterus from inside of you but upon a second thought, it was just you saying you actually wanted that.

An unusual occurence but it also happened that the two of you were completely alone in the estate, meaning that Louis wasn't there to prepare you a cup of chamomile or whatever you liked. Though, Albert was sure he could prepare a simple tea himself, the biggest problem was the fact that you couldn't talk from the pain.

So he did the only thing a man of his caliber could do: think. Albert had been to enough events that whether he had wanted to or not, he had overheard of women talking about their periods and they all had to say that only two things helped.

"There you go, how does it feel?" If you could look yourself in the mirror, he was sure you would laugh at the awkward and strange position he had put you in. There was a soft pillow under your hips and a warm cloth on your stomach underneath your dress.

"Surprisingly better." You sighed and he nodded, already transferring some of his paperwork on the bed next to you so he could be in close range just in case you needed more of his assistance.

"Love you." He smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead and before he could say anything else, you had already fallen asleep.

[snaillock]

CONGRATS ON 300 FOLLOWERS 😍

For your 300 follower event, prompt 8 with rin, nagi, reo and gender neutral reader??

(idk if u take more than 1 character but if no, then do rinrin🤪)

Maybe the context can be reader and them on a casual boba date ( im unhealthily obssesed with bubble tea💀 )

TAKE CARE :))

LOVE AND KISSES💋

BYEBYE!!! 😚💅

thank you thank you!! ima just do rin for this to keep things simple

prompt 8: "who let you look so cute today?" (feat. rin itoshi) tags: gn reader, sweet tooth rin(real!) w.c: 400+

event list

you eagerly stood right next to rin, clearly excited despite having to wait in a very long line that stretched out the shop’s entrance.

what surprised you was rin’s willingness to wait right by your side at the new boba tea place that just opened up. he knew that the wait would take forever yet he didn’t complain at all and he didn’t tell you that you should just order it straight to your place. instead, he patiently waited with you with his hand firmly holding yours.

when you two finally reached the counter, you picked out your order and took out your wallet to pay. but before you could do that, rin immediately stopped you. you were ready to bicker with him about that, assuming he would insist on paying for you like he always does. instead, to your surprise, he spoke directly to the cashier.

rin has always followed quite a strict and disciplined health regime and his diet was definitely a big part of it. so it was quite a shock to see him order the sweetest combination of flavors you ever heard off the menu, in the biggest size as well.

by the time your drinks were ready, you had to resist the urge to take a million photos of your tall broody boyfriend sipping from his extra-large cup of fruity boba tea. it was truly an amazing sight and you wanted to capture this moment forever.

rin put down his overly sweet tea to scowl at you.

“why are you looking at me like that?”

realizing you’ve been caught staring, you gave him a seemingly innocent smile.

“looking at you like what?” you chuckled when he furrowed his eyebrows at you suspiciously. you took another glance at his already half-full cup. “just didn’t think you’d get that sorta drink, especially something so sweet… and pink.”

“so what? i just like the taste,” he grumbled, trying to hide to embarrassment as he took another sip, completely unaware of how adorable he looked.

you laughed again, “god, who let you look so cute today?”

he bashfully turned his head away and covered his reddening face with his hand. “shut up,” he muttered, “i’m not cute.”

what you loved about dating a closed-off person like him is the satisfaction you felt whenever you broke through his walls.

“come on. don’t be like that, rinrin.” you removed his hand from his face and intertwined his fingers with yours. “you know the more you deny being cute, the more i’m going to keep calling you that.”

rin scoffed before giving you a shy smile as he squeezed your hand.

“fine, whatever. i guess i can’t really stop you.”

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[ask-barbatos]

While the purity of Camellia Sinensis is a marvel in itself, the world of tea extends far beyond the simple leaf that is often called a True Tea. Let's talk about flavor-infused tea.

Infused tea

The practice of infusing tea with flavors dates back centuries, with evidence of flavored teas found in ancient Chinese and Indian cultures. Early methods of infusion involved adding herbs, spices, or flowers directly to the tea leaves during steeping. Over time, more sophisticated techniques were developed, such as extracting essential oils from aromatic plants and adding them to the tea.

Today, infused teas are typically created using one of two methods:

Direct Infusion: The most common method involves adding dried herbs, spices, or fruits directly to the tea leaves before steeping. This allows the flavors to infuse naturally into the tea, creating a harmonious blend.

Flavoring Oils: Essential oils extracted from aromatic plants can be added to the tea after steeping. This method allows for precise control over the intensity of the flavor and can be used to create subtle or bold infusions.

One of the most renowned flavor-infused teas is Earl Grey, a black tea infused with the fragrant oil of bergamot orange. The citrusy notes of bergamot dance harmoniously with the rich, full-bodied flavor of black tea, creating a truly exquisite beverage. Earl Grey is a versatile tea that can be enjoyed hot or iced, and it pairs well with a variety of foods.

Aside from Earl Grey, the world of flavor-infused teas is vast and varied. From the delicate floral notes of jasmine tea to the bold fruity flavors of berry teas, there is a flavor combination to suit every palate.

Pictured above: (top) Jasmine infused green tea from Fujian Tea Import & Export Co., (bottom) Blood Orange herbal tea from Harney & Sons Fine Teas. [Blend: Apple pieces, rose hips, hibiscus, beetroot, orange peel, orange flavor, marigold petals, safflower petals.]

Some of the other popular flavor-infused teas include:

Jasmine Tea: A green tea infused with jasmine flowers, offering a delicate floral aroma and a slightly sweet taste.

Chai Tea: A black tea spiced with cardamom, cinnamon, cloves, and ginger, creating a warm and comforting blend.

Fruit Teas: A variety of teas infused with fruit flavors, such as strawberry, raspberry, or peach, providing a sweet and tangy taste.

Fruit teas are excellent for cold-brewed iced tea. I will cover cold-brewing later, so please look forward to that.

When choosing a flavor-infused tea, consider your personal preferences and the occasion. A delicate floral tea might be perfect for a relaxing afternoon, while a bold and spicy chai tea could be a comforting choice on a cold day.

The choice of infusion depends on the desired flavor profile and the characteristics of the ingredients being used. For example, delicate floral flavors may be best achieved using direct infusion, while strong, bold flavors can be created using flavoring oils.

If you wish to create your own infused tea, that will have to be a separate post. For now, it is enough to be able to identify the tea you are brewing so that you can handle it appropriately.

Brewing infused teas requires a balance of technique and intuition. First, identify the ingredients. When brewing a cup of tea, it's good to know what temperature and length of time to steep your tea for.

A tea labeled "Peach" may be a white tea with peach flavoring, and it may be best to brew it at a temperature appropriate for white tea. Blends may consist of varying ingredients that require different temperatures, so some experimentation may be in order to find the best brewing temperature to get the most of each flavor.

Herbal tea

Beyond the True Tea, there lies a world of herbal teas, each offering a unique blend of flavors and health benefits. Herbal teas are made from a variety of plants, including herbs, spices, and fruits. They are often enjoyed for their medicinal properties, as well as their delicious taste.

As no part of an herbal tea contains the Camellia Sinensis plant, these teas are not considered "True Teas". That does not mean we cannot enjoy them, however.

For the most part, an herbal tea will not contain any caffeine, unlike the tea produced from the Camellia Sinensis plant. This makes them more suitable to enjoy in the evening or late hours.

Pictured above: (from top to bottom) Roses, honeysuckle, chrysanthemums, mint and lavender.

Some popular herbal teas include:

Chamomile Tea: Made from chamomile flowers, this tea is known for its calming and relaxing properties.

Peppermint Tea: Made from peppermint leaves, this tea is refreshing and aids digestion.

Ginger Tea: Made from ginger root, this tea is warming and can help soothe an upset stomach.

Hibiscus Tea: Made from hibiscus flowers, this tea has a tart, fruity flavor and is rich in antioxidants.

As with many blends, it is helpful to experiment a little with the temperature and steep time to get the most of your tea. Intuition will follow experience.

The ideal steeping temperature for infused teas and herbal teas can vary depending on the specific ingredients and desired flavor intensity. However, here are some general guidelines:

Delicate floral or fruity teas: 175-185°F (79-85°C)

Bold, spicy teas: 195-212°F (90-100°C)

Herbal teas: 175-212°F (79-100°C), depending on the specific herbs used

Serving suggestions: Cream is usually not served with fruit teas, as the acidity in some will cause the milk to curdle. Lemon slices are commonly served with Earl Grey, however, as with the fruit tea, lemon can also cause cream to curdle. Sugar or honey are appropriate for nearly any tea.

It's always a good idea to experiment with different temperatures to find the perfect brew for your taste. I hope this has been informational and helpful to my students who wish to become better acquainted with tea.

[boymanmaletheshequel]

Offerings for Pan 🐐

You guys seemed to like my Artemis altar, so I figured I might as well share what I keep in my pan altar as well, and why, so that you too may have some ideas on what to offer the handsome and enchanting god of the mountains and music! Let’s dive in:

Lilac Fragrance

In traditional Hellenistic and Phoenician mythology it is said that pans favorite flower of the woods and mountains is Lilac! (A great choice IMO) so offering up something lilac scented, such as soap or a candle, is a great way to appeal to his affection! Personally I offered him this bar of French lilac soap, with the understanding that I WILL use it some day in his honor! (Can’t waste a good bar of soap)

Lilac Iconography

If you can’t or don’t want to offer the fragrance of lilac, (although why wouldn’t you? It smells so good!) the likeness of the flower should be just as suitable! I personally gifted him a porcelain tea sugar cup from the 50’s with lilacs adorning it, but you don’t have to be that fancy, even a simple self made drawing of lilacs will be more than enough to please him!

Wild Bird Feathers

As a god of the mountains and music, it’s no surprise that wild song birds are sacred to pan, being natures music boxes and all! Now, the trick with this is to be ethical about it, because fun fact you might not have known, (and one that I only found out about last year) is that it is a federal FELONY to collect wild bird feathers from any species of wild bird in the United States and Canada due to the migratory bird act. HOWEVER, this is almost entirely reserved for poachers and people who attempt to SELL animal curios. As long as you are ethical about it, (I found these cedar waxwing feathers in my backyard) and don’t try to sell them to anybody, you should be just fine! So Just, y’know, don’t go ripping the feathers out of live birds or anything. Pan wouldn’t like that and the federal government CERTAINLY wouldn’t 😭

Goat horns

Pan is a satyr, a half man, half goat deity who is known for his billy goat like personality and Hooved feet, similarly to other mountain and nature gods such as Cernnunos of Celtic mythology. Because of this, recognizing this magical and unique part of pan by offering him a goat horn, (again, ethically obtained!!! Don’t go ripping the horns out of goats lmao) is a great way to connect with that wild, often unpredictable but joyous and hearty part of his vibrant and rich personality! I obtained my horn (mountain goat) from a friend who is a park ranger in Olympic national park, who collected my specimen off of an unfortunate baby goat who lost its footing and fell to its death into a ravine :(. Now, however, it is at peace, and it’s horn is used to honor a man who will truly look after it at his altar, where it is forever safe in death. I hope he is happily licking that mineral in the afterlife somewhere ❤️

Garden snail shell

As a god of the mystical and musical aspects of the forests and mountains, a classic spiral snail shell is a perfect token to the more mystical and mysterious aspects of pan’s character. Just make sure your shell is empty before you give it to him, and leave it be if it is occupied!

Acorns

Acorns are one of the symbols sacred to Pan, the fruit of the oak tree, itself dappled in layers of sacredness and mythological value across many ancient religions. They are considered to bring the owner good fortune and abundance, and by offering them to pan, you are both honoring him and asking him for his guidance when it comes to your luck in his realms!

Moss Agate

Reminiscent of what I can only assume is his very mossy goat beard, moss agate is a staple offering to pretty much any nature deity, but I feel like it fits pan exceptionally well!

Garden Quartz

Garden Quartz feels like a terrarium inside a stone, formed when layers of actively crystalizing Quartz grows around a chemical impurity blocking its growth path. It is a perfect stone for a mountain god, reminiscent of the mossy hills and lichen beards that dangle from the trees in the alpine which pan calls home.

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All these things and more make exceptional offerings or additions to a pan altar! Let me know, what do you find pan likes on his altar?

[starb3rrys]

i would like a scenario with tecchou when he’s tired and ends up crying with his s/o comforting him please ㅠㅠ

Angst with comfort. My beloved subject, Interesting request, usually its the other way around ~(>_<~)

Nonetheless, I love the switched roles <3

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Tired Nights

Tecchou x Reader

Slight angst, Fluff/Comfort

Scenario: The pressure is on for the hunting dogs to find and capture potential terrorist in Yokohama, with the public breathing down the hunting dogs neck, Tecchou was bound to crack due to the pressure…

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It’s around 2:34 am, You were laying on the living room couch of your apartment watching some random show to keep yourself awake as you wait for your boyfriend Tecchou to come home, recently you noticed he had been working long hours and would come home around 2-4am, you found this behavior strange but you brushed it off as part of his job as a hunting dog and even if you asked him, you doubt he would tell you the full reason he’s coming home late since his job details are confidential (government shit ~(>_<~)).

After a while, you hear keys jiggling and the front door open, soft slow footsteps approach you, as you look up you see a familiar tall figure wearing a long red cape, Tetcchou is home!.

“Hey Tecchou, how was work?”, you ask with a slight tired tone as you got up off the couch to greet him with your usual hug and kiss.

“It was fine…could you make me some tea?...”, Tecchou said in a rather low exhausted tone.

“Of course, want me to add some hot sauce in it?” You joke with a small smile.

“No, just normal chamomile tea, is fine...” he said, it was obvious he was tired; his shoulder’s hanged low as he placed his hat on the coffee table and sat on the couch, he rubbed his eyes with his right thumb and index finger…little did you know that he wasn’t just tired physically, but mentally as well…

After a short while, you came back holding a tea cup full of chamomile tea, “Here you go, I hope I made it to your liking”, you say sweetly.

Tecchou doesn’t respond, he slouches on the couch…silent. His right elbow sits on his leg as he covers his eyes with his hand, he doesn’t utter a single word.

“Tecchou? Are you alri-“ your eyes widen as you see small yet clear tears silently roll down his cheek from his covered eyes. You quickly place the tea cup down and sit next to him, “What’s wr-“ you’re cut off guard as he suddenly hugs you tightly, you can feel your shoulder grow wet from his tears.

“I’m tired. I’m so tired…” you hear Tecchou say with a shaky voice, you rub his back as an attempt to soothe him.

“Let it all out…I’m here” you reassure him with a soft comforting tone, you wait patiently until he’s ready talk, to be honest you were taken aback by Tecchou’s sudden vulnerable behavior, sure you two shared your moments but nothing like this…he’s crying into your shoulder as he clings on to you, he’s shaking slightly as he admits his true feelings.

“Long hours, sleepless nights it’s all too much…” he says with a shaky voice as he clings on to you for comfort.

“This new terrorist threat is causing world wide panic and it’s my duty as a hunting dog to capture these criminals and keep these civilians safe, I can’t falter, if I fail…the world as we know it can crumble in an instant”, the anxiety and stress can be heard through Tecchou’s words.

“I’m supposed to be strong for this country, for all the people, their safety relies on me! But I-“ “But you’re only human.”, you say cutting Tecchou off.

Human. When everyone else sees Tecchou as just a powerful weapon of Japan. You.. see him as he truly is, your lover, a simple man. A human.

“You’re a human with feelings, feelings that for months you have been suppressing, a human that is now feeling vulnerable…a human who simply needs comfort at this moment” you say with a warm tone as you hold him.

Tecchou’s eyes widen at your words, he pulls away slowly and looks at you with wide eyes, his eyes fill with more tears as his feelings are all jumbled up; he feels relief, anxiety, sadness, joy, and even peace by your words…

He leans back into your warm embrace as he nuzzles his face back into your shoulder, tears continue to run down his cheeks as he quietly closes his eyes.

“I’ve got you…” you say quietly.

You both doze off on the couch, holding each other as your shared warmth serves as a blanket, finally…Tecchou can sleep soundly in your comforting arms, recovering from all those Tired Nights.

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Love my boy Tecchou, he deserves all the love Istg.

The tea got cold ;(

As always feel free to request anything you’d like, Love y’all! <3

[needtoloveoutloud]

Just... let people do with fictional characters what they want?

Idk if this is a hot take of mine or something but:

I just saw a TikTok that was like: OMG guys do you remember the dark times of the MHA fandom when the following things were a thing:

Chloe Takami

Bakugo Poster

DabiHawks Video

Dekubowl

"How do you feel about your ship with Eri?"

TodoBakuDeku

Todoroni and Cheese

"Somebody once told me it's your power, Todoroki"

Deku x All Might

Yagami Yato

Erin Clover

"Hey UA, Bakugo Katsuki is NOT a monster!"

"Todoroki is a real person!"

Angry pomeranian

Ship Wars

Todoroki gives birth series

"Kacchan, we were five"

Smol bean deku/Broccoli boy

"It's bigger than All Might's!"

Layla Todoroki

And, like ????

Okay, first of all, I have no idea what they mean with like half of that stuff, tbh - must have completely went past me

I don't know what DabiHawks video they're referring to, what/who Chloe Takami, Erin Clover, or Layla Todoroki is (I assume they are OCs?). I have no idea what "Todoroki and Cheese" is about or what "Somebody once told me it's your power, Todoroki" is about. Same with the "Kacchan, we were five." Or "It's bigger than All Might's".

The thing I definitely agree with that's crossing a line is when that one person, during a comic con panel, asked the VA of Midoriya what he thinks about "his" ship with Eri. That's involving a REAL person and made the Voice Actor very uncomfortable. That is not okay.

The Bakugo Poster incident is also... yeah, well, very unfortunate.

The thing about Todoroki being a real person was satire in my eyes? But I could be wrong about that lol

So first of all (I'm going on a little rant here, please excuse me):

If people make fun of other people's OCs, that's absolutely appalling. I get that OCs aren't for everybody, that's completely fine. But just let people do and write whatever they want? As long as it doesn't hurt you, literally: what's your problem? Don't like, don't read?! Simple as that. People put in a lot of time and effort for creating content with OCs and coming up with them and literally, they do it for FUN. To COPE. Or simply because they felt like it. What the hell does that have to do with you? Just, like, grow up and chill out?

About the ships: DabiHawks, Dekubowl, TodoBakuDeku, All Might, etc. - again: don't like, don't read?! I get that not every ship is for everyone, but nobody is forcing people to read stories? So, if you don't want to... just... don't? Just look at the tags, think "Oh, mhm yeah that's not my cup of tea" and move tf on? Find a story with a ship that you DO like and be happy people are sharing their thoughts, stories, fanart, content, etc. with you FOR FREE? I truly don't get it. The amount of fanfic authors that leave fandoms because they literally get bullied in the comments (and receive death threats, like ???) is scary. I swear, every other day someone in the AO3 subreddit feels so incredibly disheartened by the vile shit people comment on their stories simply because the commentor doesn't like the ships or think they're wrong? I get it when it makes people uncomfortable when it's a ship that involves, let's say teacher x student relationships or something. But then again: don't like, don't read. Move on with your life. Nobody has to like everything. Also, some stories literally exist to make people uncomfortable. To make them think. To help cope with something that might have happened to them (looking at the dub con/noncon tag here). I mean, has media literacy taken such a downfall in the past few years that people lack critical thinking skills? Some books solely exist for the purpose of giving you an icky feeling — take Lolita for example. It impacts your life in no way whatsoever, that stuff exists that you don't like if it does.not.hurt.you. IT IS FICTION ffs

Same with Yagami Yato. Don't like, don't listen, don't engage. Don't make fun of her/them or the people who like the stuff. Simple as that? Why do people have to shit on things that bring other people joy or a form of escapism? I truly don't get it.

"Hey UA, Bakugo Katsuki is NOT a monster." Okay, we get it. I get if you think that video kinda came out of nowhere (saw it for the first time a few months ago, so I was late to the party) but that creator just had some fun with a story and even created a fan video of it including their OC in the video. People bullying someone simply because they have fun doing something they deem as "cringe" is not okay, and I have no idea when people started thinking it was?

Just... in general. I don't get why people bully people about stuff that literally has NO IMPACT on their own lives. Especially if it's about a fictional story, with fictional characters, in a fictional setting? Just... have some fun, be creative, and have a good time? I can promise you, the people who make fun of others for things they deem "cringe" do plenty of shit others think is "cringe", too.

Sorry for the rant. It just really rubs me the wrong way if people make others feel like crap for things they like. Just let people be, maybe?

And all the comments on that tiktok agreed, too.

If you ask me, making people feel like shit, publicly shaming them, and bullying them out of fandoms (which are supposed to be safe and fun!) is actually what's real "cringe" here.

[bandaged-writer]

𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 [𝗽𝘁. 𝟮]

what they gift you for valentine's day/white day [pt. 2] feat. fyodor, nikolai, sigma, tecchou + jouno

i forgot to mention it, but these are based on this tweet , so don't @ me for fyodor's part lmao 👩🏻‍🦯

— 𝗳𝘆𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗼𝘆𝗲𝘃𝘀𝗸𝘆

↠ it is during a match of chess and a cup of tea that fyodor casually mentions having a little gift for you fitting for the occasion. ↠ placing your chess piece one step further, you hum. "it really isn't necessary. i'm content just playing chess with you and enjoying the evening by your side," you assure fyodor, but he dismissively waves his hand through the air. ↠ and he makes you give in, talking about how much you've supported him in sickness and health, how the light of your smiles cures his blighted soul and how it's the least he can do. and you know his words ring true, because there's a little sparkle in his usually void eyes. ↠ "fine. what did you get me?"

↠ you might expect something simple like chocolate, some sort of jewelry or a book that he thinks will be to your liking, but oh no. fyodor got you something much grander than that. ↠ "i thought it would only be appropriate to gift you a piece of land. here." fyodor shows you the documents and your eyes nearly plop out of their sockets. ↠ you're nothing but an ordinary person with an ordinary job, but you didn't put your extraordinary boyfriend into the equation. what the hell were you supposed to do with your own piece of land? ↠ "fyodor, you're supposed to give away something simple like chocolate and not land. jesus, how much did it even cost?" ↠ "oh, is it not appropriate?" fyodor asks like he genuinely doesn't know any better, and he truly doesn't. the concept of romance is something he used to read about in books, but experiencing it himself is..different. ↠ you admit that you don't know what to do with a piece of land, but fyodor knows how to make you swoon, regardless. ↠ "one day, we will put a nice house on it in which we can live together. a place just for the two of us. how does that sound?" ↠ maybe it is romantic, after all.

— 𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝗴𝗼𝗹

↠ nikolai is a wild card and unpredictable, even for you. yes, you love him but you'd lie if you said that you could read him like an open book. often times, you had to read between the lines that make up nikolai's being. ↠ he sneaks up on you, spins you into a hug and wears a grin that reaches his eyes. "now! what did i gift you for this most special holiday?" but you never get the chance to answer. nikolai tends to answer his own quizzes, after all. ↠ to your surprise, his comical facade of a jester melts into a face so tender that you swear he was a different person. "i got you this little something." ↠ out of his cape, a white little bird comes flying and rests upon your finger. you don't really know what to say. you could hardly understand the meaning of the bird hopping along your finger. ↠ nikolai takes his mask off. "it's a symbol of how free i feel whenever i am with you. you have seen my most horrible sides as well as the one that is completely sane." ↠ he claims that with you, he doesn't have to fear judgment or your disapproval. "because humans always have a reason for doing what they do." or so you always say. ↠ now, you're learning to appreciate the little bird and smile at the creature. "now it's not half bad. you really saved yourself there," you joke and press a kiss to his cheek. ↠ and maybe nikolai can never be truly free, because he was captivated by you.

— 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗺𝗮

↠ sigma is probably so busy stressing out about what to get you until the day suddenly rolls around and he has nothing to give you. that is until he spots a deck of cards on his desk and smiles. ↠ he remembers how badly you wanted to know how to play poker and gamble for his kisses, but your lack of knowledge never really allowed it. so the unused deck was perfect! ↠ "here, now the best option you have is to play this card andㅡ" ↠ "uno!" ↠ "..no." ↠ can't tell if you're serious or just fucking with him. ↠ despite a couple of difficulties, you eventually learn how to play poker and occasionally win a game or two against sigma. he willingly showers you in kisses and maybe he does lose on purpose. ↠ as long as he gets to see you smile, it's all worth it. ↠ "gotcha! you owe me another kiss." ↠ "i guess you win. come here to collect my debt." ↠ sigma's kiss is slow and sweet, thick like honey and true like the promises he whispers in your ear late at night.

— 𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘂𝗲𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗼

↠ this man gifts you a bundle of sugarcanes. not because you look like one, but you're sweet like one, he says. ↠ "i've never had any, honestly," you confess, tecchou right next to you with affection in his eyes. ↠ although tecchou is somewhat oblivious when it comes to romance, he can be awfully smooth without really meaning to. he steals a sugarcane from your fingers, one end between his lips and the other end waiting to be conquered by your own lips. ↠ "they're very sweet. wanna give it a try?" ↠ heat rises to your cheeks, but you don't back down! you've kissed tecchou plenty of times, so you should be used to his lips on yours and yet.. ↠"f-fine.." ↠ tecchou edges closer bit by bit, his eyes watching your every move intently and he spots the goosebumps on your skin, the furrow of your brows. oh, you're so perfect for him, he silently swoons. ↠ however, tecchou's patience runs thin. he grabs the back of your head and clumsily smashes his lips against yours. the taste of sugar and something that is uniquely you causes butterflies to flutter through his stomach. ↠ although he is an oddball, you wouldn't want to change a thing about him.

— 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗸𝘂

↠ jouno might be blind, but he can still hear your body loud and clear. your heartbeat, the flow of your blood, your body temperature. to him, the sound of your heart is the most peaceful one of all; rhythmic, periodic and most importantly calm. ↠ he dislikes the noisiness of the likes of tecchou or teruko, so your calmness rubs off on him whenever he steps foot into the lovely home that was once an empty house before you. ↠ jouno soon realizes that you cannot hear him like he can hear you and he decides to do something special for you. in the late evening, when you were asleep and blissfully ignorant to the world, he grabs a little notebook and sketches the waves of his heartbeat. ↠ to be precise, the waves whenever his heart was beating in perfect sync with his own. ↠ "this looks an awful lot like an EKG," you deadpan and jouno facepalms. you're lucky you're cute or else he'd give you the tecchou-treatment. ↠ once jouno is done explaining what this little gift is, he can hear tears brimming your eyes and your lips stretching into a smile. your heart stumbles. ↠ "jouno..this is reallyㅡ" ↠ he's quick to shush you by putting your hand on his chest, smiling like the sly fox he always is. "we're in sync right now." ↠ yes, this is much more flustering than a kiss.

[causenessus]

Home. | Sebastian

sebastian x reader

she/her pronouns

song recc: let the light in by lana del ray

word count: 719 words

whenever i say not edited (literally every post) i at least read through it once but this has no reread whatsoever and was written in one night, i just needed to write about seb cuddling someone on a couch tyvm :) happy new year loves <3

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for those of us out there still looking for our homes <3

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and for those of us who have found it: welcome home.

Sometimes home became too much.

Was it even truly home if that was the case?

Where he was going now felt more like home.

The basement had become too stuffy for him. It didn’t help hearing footsteps above him, nor had coming upstairs and seeing Demetrius.

Perhaps, after meeting her, he was no longer content with staying in the dark. To stay trapped and confined. Quiet. Walking on eggshells and memorizing schedules so that he’d be able to leave the basement with no one around.

That was fine, though. Now he was going home. To somewhere safe. 

Even the walk there made him feel better, he could breathe again, unlike in the basement where he felt that he was suffocating.

Sure, it was past midnight and a little cold, but he couldn’t complain. He was thankful she lived close, and he looked forward to the warmth of her home. 

It was both a physical and an intangible warmth that she carried with herself even outside of her home. Her arms felt welcome and safe, he’d never felt judged or uncomfortable there.

Now he was at her doorstep, all he had to do was knock. Perhaps it was rude of him to show up so late. She was always working hard, especially recently with her plans to restore the Community Center that she had told only him about. 

Here his mind went, racing and doubling back over itself. He stood paralyzed at the door, fist relaxing and clenching again.

Suddenly the door swung open and he was momentarily blinded by warm, soft lighting.

Had he already knocked without realizing it? Maybe he’d just been waiting this whole time.

“Sebastian!” Arms wrapped around his neck, he hadn’t even made it inside yet but her warmth erased any presence of the frigid air. He felt a warmth spread from his heart to the rest of his body, further calming him down on the inside as well.

“Come inside, it’s cold,” she pulled him inside by the arms, closing the door softly behind him. “I thought I heard someone on the deck, I should really just give you a key at this point, I’m so happy to see you,” she smiled, still holding onto his arms as she faced him.

He was still a little shocked, perhaps by the quick change of events. How one person could make such a difference in his life, he could never understand. Already, the world seemed brighter and better from just a few actions. “You would trust me with a key to your house?”

“Certainly I would, my love,” she brushed a stray hair from his face. “You’re welcome here whenever you’d like. Even if I’m not home or sleeping, my door is always open for you. You’re lucky tonight, I just got home from the desert and couldn’t quite sleep yet. I’ve just been on the couch reading a book.”

“Can…Can I stay with you tonight?” he mumbled, melting into her touch.

Her face narrowed with concern; again, such a simple gesture that was so rare it made him want to wrap his arms around her and whisper ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’ over and over.

“Of course. Is everything all right? Do you wanna talk about it?” When he shook his head she cupped his face, giving him a quick kiss. “That’s alright, Love. Go ahead and sit down, do you want coffee? Tea?”

“Tea, please.” He responded, making his way to her couch. She followed behind quickly after with two steaming mugs, a tea bag hanging out of each one. 

She laid down on the couch and he was quick to collapse onto her, his head resting on her middle, arms wrapped around her waist, and the rest of his body laid between her legs. 

She ran a hand through his hair, humming softly as she picked up her book with her other hand.

Everything felt perfect in such a peaceful moment. Gone were any feelings of frustration or discomfort that had built up in one day. All was forgotten in her warmth.

Perhaps home wasn’t even a place, but a person; he could be happy anywhere as long as she was with him.

When he needed help and was craving home, he didn’t need a place, he needed her.

He was home.

[v3nusxsky]

Hi:) i love your work so much and i was wondering if i could ask for a 18 yrs old Larissa/reader smut? It's perfectly fine if you don't want to write it tho!

They're at a party and everybody is playing spin the bottle and Larissa doesn't want to play, but she letted herself be convinced and played anyway.. But the bottle kept stopping on reader and it's getting hotter and hotter and then they end up having sex.

If you decide to write it, thank you!!!:) X

Play a game 18+

*Authors note~ I'm a little scared to write this so for my comfort I'm going to tweak the age of the reader I'm sorry love, I hope it's okay*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink virgin r dom l sub r alcohol oral fingering

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Being the youngest teacher of Nevermore was always a strange experience, most people argued you were inexperienced but you argued that everyone had to learn at some point, and you were fully qualified for this job. The principal believes in you and that's all that truly mattered. The night you were offered to go to a staff meeting (the code for we are having a staff party with alcohol) you truly felt like part of the staff.

Being part of the staff night truly was enjoyable, and perhaps a little bit like a college party, you quickly learned that the staff became very much like a bunch of teenagers. You weren't sure how but you were all roped into a game of spin the bottle. Larissa protested but ultimately lost the battle and joined the game, to say you were surprised she joined in was an understatement.

Every time the bottle was span by either you or Larissa it seemed to land on the other, to the point you were starting to think the game was fixed. I mean not that you minded, it was the one and only Larissa Weems, your secret crush since forever and your gay awakening. The rules were simple, the first time it landed on you, Larissa Weems had to kiss your cheek, which had you blushing like a school girl. The second time you landed on her so you had to give her a quick peck to the lips. Truly you didn't want to stop at a peck but rules are rules. The third was a longer more prolonged kiss and you swore down you'd died. The fourth, she gave you a sensual kiss to the back of your ear even getting brave enough to bite the sensitive skin. The moan you let free had you avoiding her gaze.

The fifth time you began to wonder if anyone else was even still playing the game, there had been a couple of other people who were spun in but no one getting as far as you and Larissa. This time it was a French kiss, somehow you ended up in the older woman's lap. Your hands gripping at her neck, not wanting to let go. The final time the other teachers at proposed a new challenge. Seven minutes in heaven for you and Larissa. You have to admit you were nervous, never going any further than a kiss here and there.

As soon as the closet door shut you turned to the older woman. "Principal weems, I uh um" you stuttered and the older woman's face fell, "you don't have to darling, I know I'm not everyone's cup of tea it's just a game" she murmured. "No! I um I just haven't ever ..." you trailed off before jumping right back, "I want to, god I want you. I just don't want to disappoint you" you whimpered only to be hushed by Larissa Weems lips.

Seven minutes sure fly by when you're having fun, the closet door opening as Larissa had you pinned to the wall, hands roaming all over your body, your thigh securely nestled between hers. "Ladies!" Marilyn clapped excitedly causing you both to spring apart as though you'd been burnt. "As much fun as as this is we are going to take our leave now, have a good night" she stated in her usual principal voice that left no room for any arguments. You followed Larissa like a love sick puppy all the way to her chambers.

Soon enough you found yourself against her door, her lips kissing all over your neck, your leg slipping back between her thighs as she subconsciously bucked against it. "Larissa" you whined needing more but not quite knowing what more is. "Patience baby, I'll make you feel good sweetheart I promise" she reassured before seeking permission to strip your clothing which you gave her, you blushed and ducked your head down feeling shy at being so exposed. "Oh sweetheart don't be shy, you're gorgeous darling" she murmured kissing sweetly before stripping her clothing also.

To say she was stunning would be an injustice. You couldn't tear your eyes away from her now naked form. "Isa" you whimpered as your gaze ran up and down her body. Her lips found yours as she walked you backwards to the bed till your knees gave out and you tumbled backwards taking her with you.

"Sweetheart, do you want to?" She purred, holding your gaze. "Please Isa, show me" you whimpered before sitting up to capture her lips once more.  "Baby if you ever want to stop just say red okay?" To which you nodded and sighed in approval as she trailed her lips down your neck and to your chest. The little sighs and whimpers she could draw from you just by paying attention to your breasts was honestly shocking you. You didn't know you could feel like that from something so small. Perhaps it was just the goddess giving you the attention.

As Larissa slowly formed a path down to your stomach, she glanced up in a silent question to which you responded eagerly, "Isa please love make me feel good" you whimpered. Never one to ignore such a pretty girl Larissa moved her mouth to your core. Lips exploring all around before finally giving you what you needed. Her lips wrapped around your aching clit and then moving down to your slit to tongue fuck you. Truly you'd never imagined it could ever feel like this.

"Sweetheart can I?" She murmured, the sight of your slick covering her mouth was enough to make you wanna cum there and then. "Oh please" you whimpered and you could've swore you died as you felt her slip a slender finger into your needy cunt. "Oh fuck me mommy" you whined feeling your walls stretch slightly to accommodate the finger. "Oh baby you're so wet. Is it all for mommy?"

"Oh fuck yours I'm yours just please mommy" you whimpered and whined as she began to move her finger, getting brave and slipping a second into your cunt, "oh fuck no more mommy please god" you whimpered as you felt the sting of your walls stretching again. You came with a loud cry as the unusual pleasurable sensation took over your body, legs shaking as she brought you down from the high. "Such a good girl for mommy darling" she reassured as she brought her fingers to your mouth, "suck" was the only command and you did just that moaning as you swirled your tongue around her digits tasting yourself.  "Want please mommy" you whimpered in your post orgasm bliss. "Another night baby, let's get you all cleaned up and we can take a nap before round 2" she reasoned with you and you couldn't help the dopey smile on your lips. Round 2, it wasn't a one time thing. And you could attempt to touch her. Had you really died and gone to heaven?

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