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horse girl zoro/prince sanji au that @redgitanako and i talked about way back when because it suddenly crossed my mind OKAY HERE WE GO

zoro’s a travelling bounty hunter with three horses. yes, three. don’t tell kitetsu and enma but wado’s his favourite

wado was kuina’s horse; when kuina died she was so sad because she didn’t get why kuina was gone and for a while zoro had to emotionally support a horse AND himself, but horses are smart creatures. wado understood by herself after a while. they don’t really talk about it.

on that note, zoro talks to his horses. people look at him like he’s a few crayons short of the whole pack but they don’t say anything because he looks scary as hell; built like a brick wall, one eye gone, gnarly scar across his chest and all

(they’ll never know that he’s having an argument with enma about buying supplies where one party is contributing in possibly-misinterpreted horse looks. the crayons aren’t missing— but it’s admittedly a little hard to prove they’re there, zoro, we can’t keep defending you like this)

sanji's the third prince of the kingdom that hires him; sora’s the queen, and his siblings are all decent other than regular sibling assholery. judge is on the run and they’ve made the collective decision that they want his head on a stick.

zoro expects sanji to be a stuck-up priss because he LOOKS like a stuck-up priss— look at his perfect hair. his clothes. his heeled boots and his stupid curly eyebrows

but NO. well, yes, sanji IS a little bit of a stuck-up priss but also, he’s good with horses?? wado takes to him like a DREAM and zoro's flabbergasted because anybody who has ever tried to coddle her other than zoro or kuina has gotten kicked in the head, but sanji's petting at her neck and cooing at her in baby-talk and she's licking sugar cubes and apple slices out of his palm. zoro feels so betrayed.

like of COURSE his horse had to take a liking to the boy he hates OF ALL PEOPLE.

(zoro. at this moment the horse is smarter than you. listen to her.)

reiju’s the princess here, but sanji’s the one who got all the magic-esque affinities. animals LOVE him. he would be a literal disney princess if not for the fact that he doesn’t love them back

like SQUIRREL. WHY ARE YOU SHITTING ALL OVER MY YARD. GO AWAY. WHY IS A DOG TRYING TO LICK MY HAIR. WHYYY IS THIS BIRD BRINGING ME STICKS ALL THE TIME. he’s trying to fall asleep. he hears a TSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSK. he sits up and gets right out of bed and starts yelling at the lizard on the ceiling.

he does have a pretty mare called maple, though! (and zoro can’t help but love her too; it’s a sign that the mosshead doesn’t clock until much, much later)

and then zoro comes into his life with his three horses and sanji yanks him in by the collar like "listen up, swordsman. i do not CARE how sweet your horses are. i do not CARE how— how— WHATEVER you are. if you stink up my stable i will make you sleep in it, are we clear?" and zoro just nods because he’s having a bit of a gay crisis

sanji is 1. pretty 2. entirely able to hold his own and 3. Wado Approved™ and zoro does NOT know how to deal. at all. he’s holding onto wado’s reins for dear life. he wonders if the same ultimatum would apply if he swapped out the word stable for bed and immediately wants to dunk himself into the horse trough.

meanwhile sanji isn’t spared at all. sora sits on her throne, one eyebrow raised as her son goes on and on about how "mother i hate the swordsman you hired. he's green. and ugly. like a troll. like an OGRE. his hands are too big. his boots are too shiny. his earrings are cute but only because i want them. his EVERYTHING smells like horse. he might as well be a horse with how strong he is, did you know how many hay bales he carried at once??" and she’s just like,,, "honey are you sure this is hate"

she certainly wouldn’t mind them being together. zoro is rough around the edges and does smell a bit like horse, admittedly, but he was clearly raised right— he’s respectful in his own gruff way and he does things with immense care. sora’s noticed. she knows her son well enough to know that he’s noticed, too.

one day sanji bumps into zoro on his way out of the baths and wow. okay. so he doesn’t smell like horse ALL the time and oh his hair is damp and there's a towel around his waist and he is very, very shirtless and sanji turns around in a panic and walks face-first into a pillar.

he watches zoro care for his horses, carefully brushing through their manes and coats as he speaks to them softly, and alright. maybe this guy isn’t all bad. animals, sanji has noticed, are brilliant judges of character; horses especially can be testy and temperamental, and they don’t hesitate to kick anybody they don’t like.

zoro’s horses love him, and it’s obvious. maple looks forward to the snacks he slips her when he thinks that nobody’s looking. that says a lot more about his character than anything else.

after a few days zoro has a solid plan down and sets out to find judge, and suddenly the stables are empty. sanji finds himself going out with maple more and more, exploring the woods around their forest to pass the time because he needs something to keep his mind occupied and there’s only so much he can cook. judge might be a piece of shit, but he’s also an evil genius, and sanji refuses to admit he’s worried even though he is.

and then zoro comes back with judge’s war helmet wrapped in a cloth, gore dripping off the bottom edge as he sets it at sora’s feet.

he’s a little banged up, tired as hell with a couple of scratches here and there— nothing serious, but sanji still drags him to the infirmary and cleans him up perhaps a little more emotionally than either of them had expected

he passes out for a good few days afterwards but sora invites him to stay for a little longer, a time frame that nobody specifies. zoro just kind of… doesn’t leave. it’s strange for him; he’s wandered, always. he gets antsy staying in one place for too long, but this blond prince that is strangely kind and gives back as good as he gets is really something else.

the days pass. they race and bicker and soon enough, all three of zoro’s horses have brass name plaques tacked above what are now their stalls. he had a room in the palace and a place at the dinner table. sanji’s hair has grown long, now, and neither of them talk about the way that zoro’s stay has become something that feels more permanent—

until zoro finally finds the balls to give sanji one of his earrings as a courting gift. it’s the first one of many, but at that moment sanji just looks at it wide-eyed and zoro starts to shrink back all like "if you. don't want it that's alright. i'll get you something new, something else—" because look, he knows he’s not much. he has money, but not enough to give sanji something really nice. not enough to get something that’s more impressive than all the jewels and gold that the prince could have at a whim. he’s a bounty hunter that came from dirt and this earring is the most precious thing he has to offer, but he understands if—

sanji kisses him. yells something borderline incoherent along the lines of about fucking time as he shakes zoro by the shoulders, but he’s smiling very brightly and he’s very beautiful and zoro has a feeling they're going to be just fine.

(sora and the siblings breathe a collective sigh of relief, because the pining looks and dejected sighing were really getting a little ridiculous.)

(they speak too soon. after they get together it somehow gets WORSE.)

this was a ride… (get it. get it.) okay i’ll stop HOPE YOU ENJOYED HEH i know a lot of places are having a flu season/covid wave going around rn so make sure to hydrate and eat well!! muaks 😽

[hornyhornyhimbos]

Happy By The Poolside

pairing: steve harrington x afab!reader

summary: while they wait for the annual pool party to start, steve knows exactly how to keep his lover happy by the poolside ☼♡

word count: 1,477

warnings: MINORS DNI (18+ CONTENT) oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, semi-public sex (sex by the pool), nicknames (baby, sweetheart), edancy appearance because i said so, allusions to steve jerkin it in the bathroom, no pronouns or reader descriptors used other than reader wearing a bikini, color coded speaker tags!

genre: fluffy, established relationship smut ♡

extra notes: did y'all really think i'd let fourth of july go by without slutty 'i <3 swimming' steve?

beta read by: @lcvingprentjss (love u sm)

masterlist | location smut prompts | ask box

it was hot. it was oh so hot. but it wasn't the 80° heat that had you feeling that way. no, what had you feeling that way was a certain brunette boy in big sunglasses and loose-hanging shorts.

you all but stared as steve emerged from the pool, blue swim trunks settled low on his waist, accentuating the trail of hair on his lower belly and the dips of his adonis belt. you practically drooled as he shook out his wet hair, beads of water flying about and landing in various spots on the concrete and your chaise.

he reached for the towel that he'd tossed at the end of the chair, a few loose droplets of of water falling onto your feet as he did so. you'd been happy right where you were, enjoying a magazine as the sun rays beat down on your body, fingers crossed that you'd have a tan after this, not a nasty case of sunburn. steve had been pouting half the morning, trying to get you in the pool with him, but you hadn't budged, saying you were happy by the poolside, waiting until the rest of your friends had arrived for the pool party.

still, even an hour after you'd sat down on the chaise, he wasn't letting up. "baby," he said, somehow managing to make the term sound conspiratorial, "are you sure you don't want to join me?"

you shook your head, putting this month's edition of cosmo to the side and taking off your sunglasses to meet his gaze. "everyone should be here soon. then you'll have plenty of time with me in the pool. it's not like dustin would ever let me miss the annual chicken fight."

he chuckled at your statement, but took your hand in both of his and gave you that look, the one he always gave you when he was determined to get you to do whatever he wanted. "come on, baby. please?" his bottom lip puckered out like a child in a candy store. "just for a few minutes?"

"nope," you answered, putting your sunglasses back on as the sun moved further overhead. "i only have so much time today to start on my tan. besides, they'll be here any minute."

in protest, steve pulled you up from the chair and tugged you toward the pool. "come on, at least dip your toes in."

you supposed you couldn't argue with his compromise. he walked around to the steps, slowly submerging himself in the pool once again, while you sank onto the concrete, dipping your feet into the contrastingly cool water. you chuckled as steve went limber, letting the small waves of water carry him through the pool. "you're missing out," he stated, like it was an absolute fact.

"i'm perfectly fine right here, my little fish," you teased. you kicked your feet softly in the water, watching as tiny ripples floated to join the bigger ones that carried steve. from this new angle, the sun was hidden behind his neighbors' trees, prompting you to place your sunglasses to the side and get a better look at steve: the once dark blue shorts now a beautiful cerulean, just a tad darker than the water he floated on, his normal wavy tufts now a sea of dark curls, the way his skin practically sparkled in the sliver of sunlight that wasn't hidden behind his neighbors' sugar maples. you watched as beads of water slid down his stomach, dragging along every crevice and line of his abs. you'd be lying if you said the sight didn't have you turned on.

steve must've noticed the way you'd been staring, forcing himself upright again and wading through the water toward you. unbeknownst to you, that little red bikini you had on was doing a number on him, his inner monologue and thoughts being driven by his little head at this point. he made his way over to you, placing a delicate kiss on your leg, looking up at you through water-matted eyelashes. "baby," he said, his tone teasing this time.

"hmm?" you hummed in response, afraid your voice would betray you if you said anything more.

his eyes flicked between your eyes and the place where your thighs squeezed together. you needed him, and you both knew it. "you okay?"

you managed to nod, the friction between your legs not at all aiding the want that had taken over your body. "i'm good," you said sheepishly, a blush creeping up your skin.

"are you sure? because," he paused, placing his giant palm on your knee and pulling your legs apart. he smirked at the wet spot he'd unknowingly created on your bathing suit. "you seem like you could use some help over here," he finished, his hand making its way up to your thigh.

the logical part of your brain managed to take over for a moment. "steve, people will be here any minute," you protested, despite the irrationally horny side of your brain that was currently fistfighting the logical side.

"then i'd better be quick," he said, his hands inching toward your bikini bottoms.

he left a space of availability in the air for any more protests you might have. after all, even though you were in a very established relationship, consent was always key. but you made no more argumentative comments, only approving moans and the occasional, "please," as he pulled your bathing suit down.

his lips met your clit with soft licks at first, giving you time to respond with just how hard and fast you needed it. your hands met his hair, tangling in the wet curls as you pulled him closer to you, letting out a soft moan as he suckled your bud.

he pulled your bikini bottoms all the way off, setting them aside on the concrete before meeting your pussy once again. your legs wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him closer to you again. his damp hair settled on the sides of your thighs, sending a shiver up your spine.

his tongue worked itself in heavenly figure eights around your core, while one of his hands met your entrance. he toyed at your hole with his fingertip, waiting for some kind of approval to continue.

you gave him exactly that, letting out a whine that sounded like an attempt to say, "please, stevie," but was nearly incoherent. he slipped one finger inside you, the sensation absolutely intoxicating.

he left a series of open-mouthed kisses on your clit, his digit continuing to bury itself inside you. he moaned at the taste, and the vibration had you inching closer to your release. your fingers curled into his hair while your toes curled into his back as his finger reached that sweet spot deep inside you.

the logical part of your brain took over once more as you spared a quick glance at your watch. "steve, they're gonna be here any second," you said through moans, hands pulling so hard at his hair that you were surprised you hadn't ripped it out yet.

"patience, baby, patience," he reminded you, immediately diving back into your cunt. his finger was accompanied by a second, his thrusts only becoming faster and deeper with every flex of the digits. your eyes had started to roll back and your toes had started to curl even harder. you were close, oh so close, and you both knew it.

the familiar rumble of eddie's truck trumpeted from what sounded like a few houses down. "steeeeve," you let out, ever so close to your orgasm.

his fingers drove impossibly deeper into your cunt, his mouth only parting from you to say, "cum for me, sweetheart."

as if on cue, your orgasm rippled throughout your body, pain and pleasure taking over all of your senses. a moan escaped your lips at the last possible second as the truck turned off outside the fence.

steve left one last open-mouthed kiss on your core before rushing to pull your bottoms back on. "you let them in while i go, uh, fix something in the bathroom."

you giggled, watching as steve padded toward the back door. surprisingly, you managed to compose yourself between the fifteen feet that lied between the pool and the gate, a smile making its way onto your lips as you let your friends in. "hey, guys," you greeted, moving to let the trio in.

mike entered first, while eddie and nancy stepped in behind him, eddie's arm tossed around his girl's shoulders. "you okay?" nancy asked, seemingly having noticed your wobbly legs.

"i'm fine," you answered. "just stood up a little too fast. got a little lightheaded."

steve chuckled as he closed the glass door behind him, making his way inside the house and heading toward the bathroom. if you thought that was lightheaded, just you wait until the after party…

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @rupsmorge @writer-in-theory @esoltis280 @liberhoe @wifeyreid @serenity-lattes-reads

[r1poutmygvtz]

low cal foods and my safe foods/ingredients:

(to remind myself when i go shopping so i don't panic and forget what to buy, *next to one means i haven't tried it yet but will try it eventually)

long list and i will most likely keep adding as i remember things :3

*kraft fat free shredded cheddar/mozzarella cheese (45c per 28g)

*great value cheese slices (30c per slice/21g)

philadelphia whipped cream cheese (50c per 22g)

*great value whipped cream cheese (50c per 21g [^^cheaper option])

hersheys unsweetened cocoa powder (10c per 5g)

choboni zero sugar lactose free strawberry greek yogurt (70c per 170g)

starkist tuna pouches (70-110 per pouch depending on flavor [ones not in oil])

hy-vee tuna pouch (60c per pouch)

starkist deli style tuna salad pouch (80c per pouch)

great value chicken pouch (70c per pouch)

ice sparkling water (5c per bottle)

c4 energy drinks (0-10c per can depending on size and flavor)

mission zero carb mini original/sriracha ranch tortillas (25c per 18g)

bettergoods keto wheat bread (30c per 28g)

great value cauliflower rice (15c per 76g)

great value frozen sliced carrots (30c per 85g)

great value frozen broccoli florets [32 oz bag] (25c per 85g)

great value frozen cauliflower (30c 85g)

great value frozen strawberries (50c 140g)

great value frozen blueberries (70c per 140g)

*wymans blueberry strawberry banana/yogurt strawberry raspberry bite cups (40c per cup)

great value eggs (70c per egg)

great value frozen small shrimp peeled and tail off (80c per 112g)

great value frozen chopped onions (35c per 85g)

jongga vegan kimchi (10c per 28g)

oceans halo seaweed (20g per pack)

pantry basix sweet teriyaki (5c per 15ml)

cucumbers (15c per 100g)

dannon light and fit yogurt cups (50c per cup)

miracle whip light mayo (20c per 15g)

kraft lite ranch (60c per 32g)

lee kum kee sriracha (5c oer 7g)

clover valley dijon mustard (5c per 5g)

*great value oven roasted turkey breast slices (50c per 56g)

marketside classic iceberg salad (15c per 85g)

vlasic kosher baby dill pickles (5c per 3 pickles)

great value unsweetened applesauce (50c per 122g)

torani sugar free coffee syrup (0c per 15ml)

*maple grove farms sugar free maple syrup (5c per 30ml)

crazy richard's peanut butter powder (50c per 12g)

*smuckers sugar free jam/preserves (10c per 17g)

great value sugar free jello (20c per box)

hyvee instant chicken bouillon powder (5c per 4g)

quaker lightly salted rice cakes (35g per rice cake)

laughing cow light cheese wedges (25c per wedge)

for you bagged radishes (10c per 75g)

*jell-o sugar and fat free vanilla/white chocolate/banana cream pudding mix (80c per box)

bettergoods unsweetened vanilla/original almond milk (30c per 240ml)

marcel's modern pantry unsweetened oat milk (20c per 240ml)

jack links teriyaki/original/sweet & hot mini jerky pouches (50c per pouch)

*skinny pop butter popcorn (140c per bag)

*skinny pop original/white cheddar popcorn (150c per bag)

*gerber toddler trays (120-160c per tray)

*gerber toddler pick-ups (60-140c per bowl)

gerber baby puffs (25c per 7g)

gerber yogurt melts (30c per 7g

gerber rice rusks/teethers (30c per 7g/2 packs)

gerber lil crunchies (35c per 7g)

*little bellies apple and berry softcorn (35c per bag)

pure protein shakes (140c per bottle, 30g protein)

great value pumpkin purée (40c per 120g)

*that's smart small curd low fat 1% cottage cheese (60c per 113g)

werthers sugar free hard candy (100c per bag)

*werthers sugar free chewy caramel (130c per bag)

*werthers sugar free chocolate caramel (100c per bag)

*werthers sugar free caramel coffee (130c per bag)

[inkykeiji]

3 with flawless Tomura please 🙈

prompt: strawberry moon series: flawless AU warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, female reader, daddy kink, lots of saliva, lots of sugar, little bit of public indecency, blowjobs + cum swallowing words: 1.4k

Laying on the sand with a thick fringed blanket, you’re the only two left on the beach, most of the other patrons having packed up and left the moment the sun began to sink. Waves tenderly lap at the shore behind you, the scent of artificial strawberry twining with the sea breeze, making the air salty sweet.

It’s nice. Despite being out in the open, something about it feels intimate; cozy, almost, scene backlit by a strawberry moon, stained pink with the glow of the sun emanating from just beyond the horizon—a hazy cloud that shimmers gold and magenta, it’s brilliance reflected on the gently wavering water. 

“The moon looks like a strawberry,” you sigh out dreamily, arms tightening around Tomura’s waist as you hug yourself closer, a leg hitched over his hip.

“Strawberries seem to be a theme lately,” Tomura murmurs as bony fingers pick at the wax paper enveloping a piece of salt water taffy—strawberry, his second favourite, since they were out of watermelon—voice vibrating against your ear. “Maybe it’s a sign.” 

“A sign? A sign of what?”

“That we should go strawberry picking,” he shrugs, popping the pink candy in his mouth and speaking around it, hard taffy clacking against his teeth. 

“Really?” your head lifts from off his chest to peer up at him. 

“Sure, why not?” 

“Maybe we can bake something with them after.” 

“Me? Bake?” he snorts, like the concept is downright preposterous. “Baby, I don’t even know how to use the fucking oven.” 

“Alright, maybe Kurogiri can bake us something,” you revise. 

A hum of contemplation vibrates on his tongue, soft and melty. “Yeah, maybe that’d be nice.” 

You do, in fact, go strawberry picking during the next week, at a family owned and operated farm your father used to take you to when you were a child. 

It’s a beautiful June day, deep blue sky embroidered with puffs of white cotton as the sun’s rays play between them. You and Tomura spend an absurd amount of time inside the little market at the front of the farm, diligently picking through all of the sweets—homemade fudge and freshly baked cookies and maple sugar candies—leaving the small shop with armfuls of treats, to fuel your berry picking expeditions, he reasons. 

And, really, who are you to say otherwise? Daddy knows best, so what Daddy says goes, always. 

It’s romantic in a sense, the ten minute wagon ride spent sharing a block of double chocolate caramel swirl fudge between the two of you, taking turns eating pieces from each other’s fingers, the hot June sun leaving thick smudges of it on your fingertips. 

Tomura’s hand cuffs your wrist just as the final piece of fudge is melting on your tongue, bringing your fingers to his mouth and wrapping his lips around your index, slowly sucking the remnants of chocolate and caramel from it, and each and every one after it, mouth puckering and cheeks hollowing as his tongue curls in a wet embrace around the digits.

By the time he’s finished licking your hand clean your fingers glitter with a syrupy slave of saliva, spit tinged brown from the cocoa, viscous drops of it rolling down your palms to settle in the lines. 

“Your turn,” he says with a cheeky smirk, holding his large hand out to you, fingers caked with soft fudge wiggling a little in enticement.

And you, good little girl that you are, wrap two hands around his wrist, steadying his hand before taking his index finger down your throat, mouth clamping over it with dedicated earnest and sucking hard. Your tongue wreathes around it, slurping the fudgy residue clean from his skin and swallowing, the sudden constricting of your throat pulling a soft little sound from deep within his chest, unblinking eyes staring at him with such pure devotion it almost hurts. 

But Tomura isn’t looking into your eyes, his own eyes gaping at your lips, shiny and slicked with spit, watching the way your lips swell with each bony knuckle that passes through them as you slowly pull off his finger.

You do the same for every other one, too—middle, ring, pinky, thumb—and by the end of it he’s exhaling little pants through slightly parted lips, glazed eyes fixated on your mouth, cock half hard and twitching pathetically in his jeans.

That’s when it starts.

But it doesn’t stop there. Oh no.

Because why would it, with you? Because when does it ever, with you?

You aren’t even modest with it, legs kept straight as you bend, back perpendicular to the muddy ground and ass stuck out, to pick through one of the strawberry bushes, the hem of your cute little dress hitching with the motion, material fluttering in the perpetual soft breeze and gifting Tomura with glimpses of the pink silk clinging to your cheeks beneath.

No, there’s nothing modest about the way you look at him as you bite into a particularly large, particularly juicy strawberry, eyes glinting in the late afternoon sun and lips shimmering, glossed with strawberry juice that collects in the corners of your mouth and runs down your chin in glistening drops to drip onto your cleavage, gathering in the divots and streaking your skin with glimmering pink trails, mouth curling into a playful little smirk, giggles sticking in your throat.

Nor is there anything modest about the way your strawberry-soaked tongue keeps stealing little kitten licks, laving over the self-inflicted scars crisscrossing on Tomura’s neck with hot, strawberry-steeped breath, traces of the sweet scent clinging to his skin, tickling his nose and watering his mouth.

God, he’s too fucking easy.

God, he fucking loves you.

Really, he should punish you; that’s what any good Daddy would do, would drag your bratty little ass from the strawberry fields without bringing a single berry home, wicker basket spilling its crimson guts on the dirt floor as a large hand encircles your wrist and yanks, hard, hard enough to have you yelping, hard enough to have you stumbling over your own ankles, and reprimand you for such tasteless, disgraceful behaviour. 

And he will. 

But he lets you have your fun first, lets you romp and frolic through the bushy green fields as you give him little teases and tastes—because he loves it, too—mentally tallying up your punishments with playful growls in his chest and a predatory grin spread across his cheeks.

It’s the sweetest torture—literally and figuratively—and by the time the sun is setting and your wicker baskets are overflowing with ruby berries, he’s nearly about to crawl out of his sugar-stained skin. 

“You are fucking unbelievable,” Tomura’s muttering into your neck as you await the wagon to take you back to the entrance, arms twined tightly around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder, his hips subtly rutting against you, hard cock grinding against your ass.

“Hey, you started it,” you’re giggling, pushing back against him and reveling in the muted groan it pulls from his throat.

“Yeah, and I’m gonna finish it, too, you little brat.”

And finish it, he does.

Because at the end, after all of your teasing, your strawberry stained lips and strawberry-tinged kisses with strawberry flesh in your teeth, Daddy finally takes what’s rightfully his, on the side of some dilapidated, seldomly used country backroad, in his pretty candy apple red Maybach. 

And he finishes with his cock shoved in that pretty mouth of yours, thick cum spilling down your throat, it’s bitter mixing with the strawberry’s sweet, creating an intoxicating concoction. 

He stuffs your mouth full of it, so much so that it collects in crevices of your cheeks and the creases beneath your tongue, so much so that when he pulls his cock from your lips, after you’ve swallowed several times, there’s still thick cords of ivory, webbed and viscous, connecting your tongue to his cock. 

Cum dribbles from the corners of your lips in the prettiest pale pink, dyed by your strawberry infused spit. His thumb swipes through it messily, smearing it across your chin in a stroke of glistening cream, and pushes the substance collected on the pad of his finger back into your diligent mouth, lips closing around it automatically, dutifully, and sucking it back into their heat, tongue curling around the stout digit to sop up any remnants of cum it can, licking it clean. 

“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he murmurs, repeating the action again, eyes dark and blown with a morbid fascination as he watches you eat. “Maybe we should go fruit picking more often, huh?” 

If it ends like this, you’re drooling out, gazing up at him so dreamily, so devotedly, you’ll do anything. 

[ukulelekatie]

I want to get in to beaking bread, could you share the recipe?

Absolutely!

Disclaimer: This is going to be a kind of "choose your own adventure" type of recipe in order to make it as accessible and beginner-friendly as possible. Also, I'm not an expert by any means! This is what works for me, but questions and suggestions in the notes are welcome :)

Ingredients:

5 1/2 c. (688g) All-purpose flour, plus a little extra

2 1/2 tsp (7g) Instant yeast or active dry yeast

2 c. (472 mL) Warm water, about 100°F/38°C

2 tsp (12g) Salt

2 tsp (9g) Sugar (or maple syrup or honey) plus a pinch more

1 tsp (5g) Oil - I like to use olive oil

Equipment:

Small bowl or cup

Large bowl

Cloth, plastic wrap, or lid for large bowl

Wooden spoon or spatula for mixing

Parchment paper

Dutch oven (or a baking sheet and a large, metal, oven-safe pot)

Knife (the sharper the better)

Cooling rack

Food scale, if you're using the metric measurements

Instructions:

Part 1: Combine the Ingredients

Add 1/2 c. (118g) of warm water to a small bowl or cup. Add a pinch of sugar (or a little bit of honey or maple syrup) and your yeast, stir gently until combined. Let rest for about 5 minutes until the yeast mixture gets bubbly. This indicates that your yeast is alive and ready to go!

In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, salt, and sugar

Create a well in the center of your flour mix, and pour in the yeast mixture, the remaining 1 1/2 c. (354g) of water, and the oil. Mix together until you get a shaggy ball of dough. It should be a little sticky, but if it's too sticky, add more flour.

Part 2: Kneading

This step is optional. I find that kneading gives it a chewier texture and keeps the loaf from getting crumbly for longer, but the no-knead method is still delicious and easier. Skip to Part 3 if so desired.

I suck at kneading so I use my handy dandy stand mixer. But you can knead by hand if you want, or you can opt to not knead it at all! You're looking for a nice smooth, stretchy ball of dough.

Part 3: Rise

Lightly grease the inside of your bowl. Put your dough back into the bowl and cover with a lid or a damp cloth or plastic wrap and let rest in a warm location.

I like to put mine in the oven--make sure it's turned off, and make sure everyone you share the kitchen with knows there's dough having a little nap in the oven. Not everyone checks to make sure the oven is empty before turning it on, ya know?

Let rise until the dough has doubled in size and there are tiny bubbles on the surface. Time will vary--if you're using instant yeast, this will likely take 1-2 hours. If you opted for active dry, the rise time will be longer, anywhere from 2-4 hours. If you did the no-knead, method, it may take even longer than that. You could even leave it overnight if you want!

Part 4: Preheating and Shaping

This bread is meant to be baked in a Dutch oven. Dutch ovens trap steam, which helps create a nice crust. But if you don't have one, don't fret! You can place your loaf on baking sheet, and then place a metal pot over the loaf for the same effect.

When your dough is done rising, take your dough out of the oven and then preheat the oven to 450°F 230°C. If your dough is resting in the oven, don't forget to take it out first.

Add your Dutch oven or sheet and pot to the oven to allow them to heat up.

Punch down the dough to get rid of the air bubbles, and then place the dough on a lightly-floured surface. Pull the edges of the dough in toward the center. You should see the shape becoming more spherical and feel the surface getting tighter. Here's a quick visual: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWA0RAAsBHg

Transfer your beautiful dough baby to a sheet of parchment paper. Gently flour the surface of the loaf, and then use your knife to score the top. (Don't go too deep!)

Part 5: Baking and Cooling

When the oven is heated, remove your Dutch oven and transfer your dough and parchment paper inside. Make sure the parchment paper is completely inside to prevent it from burning.

Bake for 30 minutes. After this time, remove the Dutch oven lid and let your loaf bake for 10-15 more minutes until the crust is nice and golden brown

Transfer the loaf to the cooling rack and let it cool for at least an hour before cutting into it. I know it's tempting to dig in right away, but I promise it's worth it.

Your bread should be good for about a week. I like to store mine in tin foil or in a large zip lock bag. To keep your crust nice and crispy, don't wrap it up until it's completely cool.

Enjoy!

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Pawpaw: How do you name your characters?

Sugar Maple: What's the sweetest part of your story?

:)

Hello! Thanks for the ask! (From this ask game)

Pawpaw: How do you name your characters?

Hm. Vibes? Generally speaking I use Behind the Name and its filters. Sometimes I go elsewhere or look up specific ethnic names. I sometimes go for meaning.

But sometimes, here is my process:

The Secret Portal

Lexi was dubbed "Alexia" in my fourth grade (age 10) creative writing project. I remember I went through an extremely elaborate process to naming her until I fell on that name. Unfortunately I don't remember how I did. In Draft Three (age 13) I tried out the nickname Lexi used by her sister and occasionally her friends, but in Draft Four I just called her Lexi and I preferred that for her (though her name is still Alexia).

Ash was originally named Aurora, but when starting Draft Four I had another OC in the project that later became SOTL named Aurora (she doesn't really exist anymore lol) and to avoid this I picked the first "A" name I thought of: Ashley. But I tried out Ash and realized I preferred it, so kept it consistent.

Gwen was the first G name I thought of, named because the friend she was originally based on wanted her name to start with that. Noelle came out of an inside joke. Rose was on a whim.

Maddie was Maddie because my sister chose the name. She also chose Kelsey. The names stuck, and I really like them.

Robbie I called Robert for a long time, choosing the name for an embarrassing reason (14 yo me was obsessed with Tony Stark) but the nickname fits him much better!!

Akash was chosen because I wanted less English names and selected Indian/Hindi on some baby name site. Obviously being an A name it was close to the top, but it meant "sky" and I laughed because I'd made him a flyer and I liked the name so kept it.

Carla was originally Carly and I don't remember how I picked the name or why I changed it. George was named after my grandfather. Why did I choose it for a young guy idk.

Ewan, Jazlyn, Wade, Parker, Tyler, and Sam were all chosen on a whim and I liked them so they stayed. Liam was originally named Seamus and I didn't like the name for him so I just looked up popular names in Canada and picked the one I liked. Niri was Stephen but I changed it for a similar reason: it wasn't working. Both characters have improved since I changed their name to something I was comfortable with.

Same is true for Hye-Jin and Gabriel, but the main reason I changed their names was they were Lucy and Luis - and with Liam and Lexi I hope you can understand why I didn't want so many four letters, two syllable L-names.

Jedi I picked because I found it on a baby name site. Carmen was on a whim.

Most other names were like that for TSP so I'll stop now. Basically the gist is most of them I picked on a whim, but then I changed the ones I didn't want by usually going to Behind the Name and filtering by ethnicity and looking for something I like.

School of the Legends

Much simpler to describe/harder to choose:

1) pick the name that they are in the fairy tale. Example: Jack (all Jacks)

2) pick a name that means the same as the name in the fairy tale but in another language. Example: Bai Xue (Snow White)

3) choose an ethnicity and look at all the meanings and pick one that's close to the character they represent. Example: Saira (Red Riding Hood, means "traveler")

4) pick a name with a good meaning tied to the character they represent. Example: Azraq (Little Boy Blue, means "blue")

Sugar Maple: What's the sweetest part of your story?

Any moment where it's 2+ characters (usually 2) doing something really sweet for the other (e.g., Kelsey giving Maddie an amigurumi tiger for no reason) or comforting the other (e.g., Gwen giving Akash a hug and a kiss on the forehead when he's crying).

TSP is made up of nothing but corny comedy, angst, and soft ass moments. It's honestly hard to pick a favorite, which is kind of lame lol. But these silly kids loving each other just gives me a lot of joy!

Thanks so much for the ask! Sorry this was a long read lol

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester

[twisted-tales-told]

hi honey - maple harvest and amber!

Hi Linds!!! ILY!!

This ask game

First of all when I saw this I melted at honey because pet names make me die inside (in a good way)

Second of all, the second time I saw this I spent a full minute scanning the ask game for “honey”

Maple— a hobby you’ve always wanted to try but never have

I need to learn how to make clothing. I have a friend who knows how now & I need to absorb the skills second hand (Jackie if u see this I m looking at you)

What fictional character do you most identify with

James Potter. I am a James Potter girlie to the end of my DAYS. I don’t even care if I don’t seem like him. He’s mine.

Amber — share an unpopular opinion you have

I feel like I have a lot but also idk if they’re unpopular or if I just have good friends

TO PREFACE I AM ANTI-CENSORSHIP write what you want but that doesn’t mean I have to like it!! And I will be talking about things I Hate below this. Obviously not like. Directly at people because as said im anti-censorship

1. Snape is way way way wAYY more interesting to me that BCJ and I also like snape more than I like Barty. Like just because JKR was weird about him liking Lily doesn’t mean we have to keep that & you even that out a bit and you’ve got a VERY interesting character right there.

2. Regulus Black is NOT a slutty snarky dead inside sugar baby and it makes me ANGRY when people write him this way. I get livid about the current dominant characterization for Regulus SO MUCH. I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all and tbh it’s 90% of why I left the fandom. Like truly it makes me so angry seeing him depicted this way. I have deep rage about it. This boy is a wet cat. In sophs words he is PRICKLY not PLUCKY. In Nats words he is SOGGY and a FREAK and a LOSER. He would not have friends in middle school. He is constantly living in the shadow of his cool older brother and wants to be like him and fails to recognize what is special about being himself.

Like James falling in love with him is entirely just James looking at the scraggliest most pathetic cat living in the woods behind his house and saying “yeah that’s mine”

And also regulus is mean to James because he’s scared of people leaving him not because Mean is one of his core character traits. Mean is nobody’s core character trait there’s always something behind the meanness and I rlly rlly hate when he Literally Bullies James. Like that’s not nice. I don’t like reading that personally it makes my chest hurt & not in a cute way.

ALSO the sugar baby trope doesn’t work when they’re both rich. That just doesn’t make sense. Regulus has more money than James and the only reason I think it’s written this way is—and same with Wolfstar—is because of heteronormative stereotypes. Which like if that’s what you want to be doing then fine okay go for it. I do hate it but if you care about my opinion then that rlly says more abt u & it is in fact a you problem.

3. I also have deep rage about the hc of James potter having BPD. I have seen it scrolling in the ao3 tags a couple times & like power to you ig but My neurodivergence that knows about psychology gets REAL mad about it because factually you’re just incorrect. Like BPD develops under very specific circumstances and I get really annoyed when that isn’t taken into account!!

You wanna talk BPD let’s talk Sirius Black, I am down to have that conversation.

But James Fleamont Potter does not have a single precursor to developing this personality disorder and it just gets to me. It gets to me okay? That’s my whole reasoning it just gets to me I hate when the psychology of a fic doesn’t make sense as to who the characters are at their core. In my head. So.

4. Learning to multi ship saves lives and if you’re not down for it at least a little bit then I do quietly think you’re gonna become one of those people who’s one day gonna be so close minded you’ll have the solutions to all ur problems appear on a plate in front of you and you’ll just be like “nah I’d have to leave my comfort zone”

5. Non fandom related…fun fact leaving your confort zone is a necessary part of life & you have to be willing to do so in order to learn, grow, and unlearn prejudice. So. Important skill to learn. Might as well start with ships.

ANYWAYS THIS GOT SO LONG

TL;DR: regulus characterizations in most fics rn make me ill, James potter deserves better than yall & so do i (not speaking of my beautiful lovely mutuals esp you Linds I am so sorry for unloading this on ur ask)

[uozlulu]

In the spirit, here's my pumpkin soup recipe. It makes about 4 or so servings. It's extremely modable, so feel free to adjust anything about it.

Apologies in advance, this is one of those your heart is going to know types of measurement recipes with lots of things measured in shakes, but I did my best to catalogue how I do this

This recipe does not contain egg unlike other common pumpkin soup recipes in case anyone was curious about what's under the read more

Ingredients:

salt (I do about 30 - 40 shakes depending on how things taste)

9 shakes garlic powder

3 shakes onion powder

6 sets of 10 shakes of dried parsley

12 shakes black pepper

3 pinches ground sage

9 shakes cinnamon

6 shakes ground ginger

1 baby pinch nutmeg (ymmv, think the amount you'd use for pumpkin pie)

3 soup spoons of packed dark brown sugar (not heaping, we're adding body not mega sweetness (unless you want mega sweetness of course))

1 can of pumpkin (15oz)

3 splashes of Worcester sauce

3 splashes of maple syrup

1 can of reduced sodium chicken broth (14.5 oz (vegetable broth also works))

1 little spoon of butter (or a little bit of oil)

3 splashes of milk (or alternative milk, nuts milks like almond milk are very good in this)

Directions:

In a smallish mixing bowl/big soup bowl, combine the salt, spices, and herbs. Smell them. If they don't smell good, add a little more cinnamon and garlic or whatever spice or herb you feel is lacking. Caution: You might have to sneeze after you smell the mix.

Once satisfied with the spices, add the dark brown sugar and kind of break it up and swish it with the herbs and spices so they mix together. They might clump up a bit and that's okay.

Add the pumpkin, Worcester sauce, and maple syrup. Stir until combined.

Puncture your chicken broth can so it pours instead of taking the entire lid off. Pour a quick 10 count of broth into the pumpkin mixture and stir to combine.

Melt the butter in a medium sized (1.5 - 2 quart) soup pan over medium heat and let the melted butter travel around the bottom of the pan to coat it

Put the pumpkin mix in the pan

Pour little bits of the broth into the bowl the pumpkin mix was in to clean the pumpkin mix off the sides of the bowl. Pour it into the pan after each little addition of broth wipes some of the mix out of the bowl.

Once all the extra pumpkin mix and broth are in the pan, stir it well, turn it to high, and bring it to a boil. Then reduce it to medium low and let it simmer uncovered.

Stir it once every 10 minutes. After about 30 - 40 minutes, the soup should be thickened and pulling away from the sides of the pan. It might also be spitting soup out of the pan. If it's spittingput the lid on the pan askew so it can continue to cook down without getting hot splashy soup over everything.

Now, you can turn the burner off and let the soup wait until you're ready to finish it. If you're ready to finish it now, don't turn the burner off and proceed to the next step.

When you're ready to finish the soup, add the milk or alternative milk. Bring the soup back up to temperature on medium or high heat depending on how fast you want it to go and how close you want to watch it. When it starts bubbling, take it off the heat immediately and serve.

it felt like AUTUMN today and i’m going into it with my whole pussy so this is a call for everyone to drop me their soup recipes

[crazyblondelife]

I have been craving the flavors in this Sausage & Spinach Stuffed Butternut Squash. The combination is so delicious and it is such a gorgeous dish to serve!

I didn’t use a recipe while making this…I tasted as I went until I got the flavors just right, but luckily, i wrote it all down for you and the recipe is below! This is one of the best fall dishes I’ve ever come up with and if you like butternut squash, you’re going to love it and if you don’t like butternut squash you might just change your mind!

This recipe includes all of my favorite fall flavors, is very delicious and makes the most beautiful presentation! For Thanksgiving, I may use acorn squash and serve them on a board alongside the turkey.

I think the most difficult thing about this recipe is cutting the butternut squash in half! Be sure to use a very sharp knife and take your time!

This recipe is definitely one that you can make substitutes with…add kale instead of spinach and raisins or dried cherries instead of cranberries! You could also use shallots or red onions instead of yellow onions.

Rosé is a wine that pairs well with rich foods making it an excellent wine to serve for Thanksgiving dinner! Other good choices include a sparkling Rosé or a dry (Brut) Champagne! These fabulous hand blown wineglasses from Haand have become my favorite wine glasses! I love the way they feel in my hand and they’re so beautiful! Use my code CRAZYBLONDELIFE to receive 15% off your order from Haand!

Prep you ingredients before you begin cooking and this dish comes together really quickly!

I considered using a sprinkling of brown sugar or a little maple syrup next time to add just a touch of sweetness. It’s like dipping your breakfast sausage in the maple syrup from the pancakes…just an amazing flavor combination! Like I said, make this your own! You cannot mess it up!

The masterpiece is, of course, served on a platter from Haand. These dishes have become my go-to for serving everything. They add an artisan element to my food presentation and make it even more special. They’re dishwasher save, come in so many fabulous colors, and are really very so I never hesitate to pull them out!

I’ve been collecting vintage silver and silver plate flatware for years and these pieces pair beautifully with the handmade dishes. I also love mixing them with my fine china to create an unexpected table setting!

The recipe…

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I hope you’re inspired to make this recipe for Thanksgiving and all season long! I know you’ll love it!

[anlian-aishang]

Mother’s Day With Dadvi: While You Are Expecting

Word count: 600

Tags: levi x reader, fluff, pregnancy, food mention, dadvi, modern AU

Levi had never been one for shopping. You had never been one for crowds. Walking into a department store seized by the holiday’s hoard should have been your worst nightmare, but now, you two were expecting - expecting the one thing that would change you both forever. 

Even though your bump was still growing, even though the emergency room visit was months away, it seemed that change was starting already. It began with this Mother’s Day routine. Instead of calling home first thing in the morning, pregnancy fatigue kept you asleep until 10. Instead of getting flowers sent to his mother, Levi took to the kitchen and started whipping up breakfast. Returning to your room with the hot meal in hand, hearing your contented snores on the other side of the door, Levi knit his brows and contemplated. Was it worth waking you up? In a few years and after a few kids, your husband would know better than to wake his sleeping wife, but even the insomniac had yet to know true tire, and deemed his surprise present worth it.

Beneath his hip, your ironed sheets crunched. Beside yours, the tray table’s legs stood. Eyelashes batting, a wide yawn, as you came to - Levi gave a one-sided smile and placed his hand on your shoulder, his voice still husky, “Good morning, sleepyhead.”

Blurry eyes came into focus, landing upon your slate of goodies. Blueberry pancakes, maple syrup, homemade whipped cream, ginger tea for the chance of morning sickness - and at last - his black card, reflecting near white in the sunlight. 

To your look of confusion, Levi offered a solid stare and a sturdy back rub, “Enjoy your breakfast, and when you decide you’re ready, we’ll buy the brat a nursery.”

// // //

He had downed a pot of coffee, you were on your sugar rush, parental hormones were kicking in - perhaps that was what drove you two to gallop down the aisles and grab the products like candy. Or maybe it was simply that the rumors were true: you were just that excited to become parents.

A rattle they would shake at all hours of the night, a play piano with unadjustable volume and irremovable batteries, the doll that would startle Levi a hilarious amount of times, you threw them all in the cart and swiped his credit card just as hastily. Anything for your little one.

Noisy toys filled their playchest, making tonight’s sleep one of the last peaceful ones you had left. Though you had gone to bed, for Levi, Mother’s Day was not over. While you lie sound asleep, he was hard at work. Assembling the crib, hanging the artwork, moving the furniture into place, colorful words filled the air - ones he will not be allowed to say once the baby arrives. Despite his swears, you remained asleep - Levi chalks it up to that pregnancy exhaustion. 

When 3 AM rolls around - hammer in hand, toolbox awry, still not even halfway done - Levi makes a promise to himself, never to do this again. But come the next Mother’s Day and all the ones after that, he finds himself in a tradition of construction. Above your headboard, Levi and your children will work together to make a mural. Year after year, kid after kid, baby to toddler to teenager, a custom frame of their handmade artwork. And on the edges of that square, the artists’ signature and an engraved carving: 

To: Mom. Love: Dad

// masterlist //

[bubblyhoney]

can i request a fic where sapnap takes the reader to his hometown? like the classic going to places he went to when he was younger. maybe playgrounds and ice cream shops idk

places i used to go

warnings: language of course, an allusion to virginap, my uneducated guess of what sapnap was like in highschool, tiny detail of long haired!sapnap, singular canon detail of underage drinking, jokish about marriage

tags: sapnap x gn!reader

words: 2191

A/N: you are a god, anon. i love comfy and nostalgic fics like these and it was so fun to write. if you hate it dont tell me but if you like it lemme know akskdjd

inbox/requests: open

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The wind whips fast on your bare fingers, cool and quick and raising goosebumps in its wake. You blink in the haze of the early sunset, head lolled to the side of the headrest. It feels good.

“That’s where I went to high school.” Sapnap interrupts your thoughts and points a finger at a collection of tall brick buildings down a side street. The silver of the lettering is dull, but you can still feel the nostalgia.

“And you’re about to see the park that me and my friends used to hang out at after work and—actually, nevermind.” His arm drops to the middle console and he looks straight ahead with slightly pinker cheeks.

“Do what?” You ask, voice all sweet, and a grin grows on your face. You turn towards him and wiggle your eyebrows.

“Nothing. Homework.” He avoids your eye contact and hikes his hand up higher on the steering wheel. “Anyways— Do you want to get some food before we head out? I know a great place.”

You two were just coming to a close on your little trip to visit his family; it was his step-mom’s birthday and you decided to make a week of it. It was your first long-term trip with Sapnap, and also your first time meeting his dad’s side of the family. You were proud to say she loved you. His little sister took a little more effort to talk to you of her own volition, but soon enough she was on your side.

You have a couple hours to kill before making your flight back home, so Sapnap has taken it upon himself to give you a quick tour of his hometown.

“Yeah,” you decide, bottom lip popped out. “Can we get ice cream after?”

“Uh, duh.” The Neighbourhood’s Stargazing starts through the speakers and he reaches to turn it down. “I’m so ready to get home and sleep.” He stretches his neck in his seat, letting out an uncharacteristically inappropriate grunt when his bones pop. You make a disgusted face, nose wrinkling, but stretch your own back, slumping down in the seat. The day had been full of packing up and this horrible hike his dad liked to do early in the mornings, so you two were pretty beat.

“Okay, we’re here,” he announces three sleepy minutes later in his best attempt at a whisper. Lifting your head off of the corner of your seat, you blink in the setting sunlight as a yawn splits your face. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” you mumble, and struggle to get your seatbelt off in that post-nap haze. You’d barely been asleep for thirty seconds, damn it. The air is a swampy heat when you step out of the car onto rocky gravel and nearly twist your ankle climbing over the curb. Sapnap catches you by the lower back, trying to hide his laugh but failing miserably. You slide him a dirty look, smacking his shoulder as hard as you can manage while limping towards the front entrance.

The door jingles when you two breach the doorway, alerting a bored-looking hostess that the circus has arrived. She looks at Sapnap a second longer than she should, eyebrows screwed together in silent confusion. But she leads the two of you to a booth near a large window, handing you sticky menus and promptly fucking right off to the host station. She nearly runs.

“Do you know her?” You ask, inconspicuously hiding your face in the search for their 24/7 breakfast menu. You feel his eyes on you.

“Don’t think so.” He leans on one elbow and slides his phone out of his jeans’ pocket. In the 25 seconds it takes for you to find their french toast and sides menu, he has browsed and closed his phone with an animatedly shocked look on his face.

“What?” You give him a weird look and put down the menu.

“I totally went to homecoming with that girl.” He eyes the hostess. You glance over at her again, meeting her gaze, and offer a polite smile. She turns away quickly, eyes wide.

“She’s cute,” you say, voice high and fake, and he drums his fingers on the tabletop as an amused look makes its way onto his face.

“Are you—?”

“What?” You reply right back.

“Nothing.”

Thank God the server comes up to your table then and starts asking for drink orders, or else you’d have to admit (sheepishly) you were a tiny eensy-weensy bit annoyed. Only a tad. But after requesting a Dr. Pepper and a water the conversation surrounding the nervous-looking hostess dies.

“I’m so hungry I think I feel my stomach shrinking.” You flop your head onto your arm on the table top and make a whiny noise into the stack of napkins your server left at the table. Sapnap rubs his thumb into the side of your forearm, touch warm and nearly dissolving the pangs of hunger and jealousy.

“You weren’t hungry an hour ago.” He lifts your hand to his face and plants a kiss on the back of it. Oh, pulling out the big guns, huh? “I would have made you something.”

You tilt onto your chin, pouting, and stare up at his cute face. His cute, scruffy, perfectly-kissable face.

“I think I got hungry staring at you for half an hour.” A mischievous grin grows on your previously-petulant face and he just shakes his head.

“I do have that effect,” he admits with cockiness in his tone, lifting his eyebrows and leaning back into the booth with his lips pursed.

The server returns with two glasses and takes your food orders onto their little yellow notepad. You chug the water down when they leave for the kitchen, getting your lap and chin thoroughly wet in the process. Sapnap just snorts at you and shoves the napkins your way.

“So,” you start, patting dry your jeans. “tell me what you were like in high school.” You cross your arms and settle into the booth, smirk on your lips.

“What I was like?” He parrots, sipping at his soda, looking thoughtful. “Firstly, a virgin.” You make a noise. Duh. Dude had a buzz cut his junior year. (You’ve seen the pictures. His step-mom particularly likes them.) “Secondly, I was actually— well, I wasn’t popular, but I had a lot of friends. We were all semi-athletic lonely band kids but we had fun. Had one girlfriend senior year but she went to Cal Tech in the fall and I didn’t. I, um, worked at a Dairy Queen in the summers and gained so much weight I had to lose all over again for Unified Track.”

“Relatable,” you comment, drinking noisily at your water. He fiddles with the paper straw wrapper and crunches it up into a ball. It goes soaring into your drink with a quiet “Kobe” and you just give him a look. He smiles toothily right back at you. “Stop being cute, I’m trying to listen to your story.”

“Oh, my bad,” he mocks. “Anyways. That’s what I was like in highschool.” You fish the paper ball out of your water and flick it wetly at his arm. It sticks and you choke on a laugh, cheeks puffed.

Two plates of warm food are set down loudly onto the table and you thank the server with a surprised smile, Sapnap mirroring you.

Two minutes of wordless chewing passes, minds occupied just by “food, me eat” instead of anything related to your previous conversation. You realize that Sapnap is one of the loudest chewers ever, and he realizes that you fail to notice the streak of maple syrup in your hair.

“C’mere,” he mumbles through a mouthful of omelet and hash browns and beckons you with his hand. You lean closer, chewing slowly, as he pats a napkin at the strands of hair trapped in syrup.

“Thanks, baby.” You take the napkin from him and pause your assault of the warm french toast before you to clean the sticky sugar out of your hair. He just watches you, half of a smile on his lips.

You two finish your food in record time. It’s borderline vacuum-like. There’s a short grace period where you just sit like two lazy cats, slumped down in the booth and holding your full stomachs. But the check comes soon after, and you both pay your way and are out of the restaurant without any mad dashes for the bathroom. A miracle, really, because of the American-like amount of butter you both consume.

“I’m a much more functional person now,” you mutter into the cotton of his shoulder, swinging your hand in his. He just hums in agreement.

“I guess we’re not getting ice cream, then,” he teases, and you just groan in response.

“I don’t feel like having diarrhea on a plane, unfortunately.” You sigh heavily when you have to split and get into your respective sides of the rental car.

The entire trip (somewhat roundabout because of the amount of side quests to show you things from his childhood) to the airport Sapnap is a chatterbox. He’s like this when he has sugar: either bouncing off the walls with energy or talking your ear off.

“That’s where my dad proposed to my step-mom. I was kinda young but I remember being surprised at how big the ring was— dude broke the bank for her.” It’s a little gazebo you catch a glimpse of through the trees in a park. It probably was an incredibly picturesque moment, and you can sense how much she must have loved it. With just meeting them this weekend, you can already see how much love those two have for each other.

You hope people can see how much you love Sapnap.

“Oh my God, it’s still there.” He points out the side of your window to what looks like a Dairy Queen that has been through World War 3. “My buddy Eric and I once spilled a gallon of that liquid ice-cream-shit all over the men’s bathroom.”

You shoot him a horrified look. “Why was it in the bathroom?”

He just smirks.

“—And that’s my Uncle Ron’s house. Had my first beer there.”

“And last, hopefully,” you add, pulling a disgusted face. The two story bungalow is cute, and one of your favorite colors: olive green. “That shit is nasty.”

He just shrugs and continues down the side street.

“Is this the park you were talking about?”

He pulls into the gravelly parking lot of a small clearing of tall trees, a picnic table and campfire sat squat in the middle. But he doesn’t respond, just turning the car off and climbing out. He reaches the passenger door without speaking, and opens it for you. You climb carefully out, confused.

“Come on.” He takes your hand and starts for a small path to the left of the picnic table. The mid-sunset shade envelopes the both of you.

“I hope this isn’t where you kill me.”

“No,” he snorts. “I just wanted to show you something.”

It’s just a few moments of stumbling through the damp underbrush before you’re coming face to face with a small, mossy pond that sits right underneath an incredibly old willow tree. He stops right on the edge of the rocky path and turns toward you.

“This your make out spot?” You ask between a grin as he snakes an arm around your waist and tugs you flush to him. Your innocent smile fades when you feel the press of his lips to the side of your neck, light and ticklish. Oh.

“No,” he murmurs, and just breathes you in. “I came here once—the night before I graduated highschool. And I told myself when I really really loved someone I’d take them here with me.” He sways with you in his grasp, a gentle and song-less dance.

You grip his shoulder tighter in your hand and lean into him.

“That’s— awfully romantic, huh?” Your voice is quiet. Almost nervous. He just makes a noise of agreement.

“So here we are.” His voice is the opposite of yours, all strong and confident.

You two just move together for a moment. The sun breaks through the tree canopy, shining bright orange down onto the glassy surface of the pond. Crickets and frogs chirp back and forth as the willow vines swing in a cool evening breeze. You watch nature come alive around you, suddenly grateful for the man in your arms.

“Don’t propose,” you whisper, breaking the gentle tension. A laugh breaks the silence and he’s pulling away to look at you. Maybe in disbelief. A strand of hair falls into his eyes and you brush it away, fingers stilling on his temple and sliding down onto his cheek. Stubble scrapes against the skin of your palm and he stares at you through those meadow eyes.

You realize in that moment that he is exactly himself. Of course he is. He’s Sapnap, and everything that encompasses that. Dark and light and fiery and cool. He always has been, and always will be.

You realize you wouldn’t mind if he proposed.

-

A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. let me know what you think

[saturnznct]

mornings with your daughter | lyy

➸ request from anon; could i please request dad!yangyang.... i don’t really have any kind of plot in mind... just more so thinking about him with a baby/toddler aged child or if not maybe at some point during his s/o’s pregnancy. thanks!

➸ note; i wanted to write a domestic morning and i was hungry so this is what i came up with thank u anon i hope u like <3

➸ word count; 757 words

➸  julia; aged 2

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‘Good morning Julia,’ Yangyang feels the small girl’s tiny hands shaking him awake, ‘how’d you get in here?’

‘Door,’ she shrugs, like it is the most obvious thing in the world. 

Yangyang’s eyes flicker in that direction, seeing the door wide open, ‘yeah, you’re right there.’

‘I’m hungry,’ she complains, ‘can we have breakfast?’

Yangyang gently pulls Julia by the waist onto the bed with him for a cuddle.

‘What are you wanting?’ Yangyang asks, voice raspy while he nuzzles his nose into his daughter’s hair.

‘Pancakes,’ she replies simply, wriggling in his arms, ‘with sugar. And bacon.’

‘Hmm,’ Yangyang hums, trying to picture the state of your kitchen cupboards, ‘I don’t think we have pancake mix, angel.’

‘No pancakes?’

‘None in the kitchen,’ Yangyang thinks for a moment, ‘but how about we wake up mama and go out for pancakes? What do you think about that?’

‘I like it,’ Julia smiles, ‘Can I have my jammies?’

‘You want to go get pancakes in your jammies?’ 

‘Yeah.’

She’s so cute Yangyang thinks his heart may explode.

‘Perfect. Let’s wake mummy/mommy up now, ok?’

Julia rolls out of Yangyang’s arms and toddles to the other side of the bed, pulling herself up. She lays her tiny hand on your shoulder, shaking you.

‘Huh?’

‘Mama, we’re going for pancakes.’

Your eyes open to see your two year old hovering over you. 

‘Really? How exciting,’ you mumble, still half asleep.

You roll your head onto its side, looking at Yangyang, ‘who’s idea was that?’

‘Guilty,’ Yangyang grins cheekily, ‘Juli, you wanna wait for Mama and Dada to get dressed?’

‘Ok.’

She lays there, rambling on to either one of you about banana milkshakes and maple syrup while you and Yangyang pull cleaner sweats on. 

Once you’re all ready, Julia races off towards the front door, as fast as her little toddler legs could carry her.

’Time to go baby,’ Yangyang scoops her up in his arms, getting ready to make the short walk down the street. 

It’s only a five minute walk or so, but Julia is hungry and antsy, bouncing around in Yangyang’s arms. You trail along behind them, bunching up your hands in sweater paws to keep warm.

It’s still quite early, so the streets are pretty empty, the sun barely up in the sky.

As you approach the entrance, Julia begins squirming, ‘can you let me down please?’

‘Because you asked nicely,’ Yangyang pecks her cheek and sets her down on her feet, and each of you stand on either side of her, holding one hand each.

The hostess recognises the three of you, smiling brightly when she notices Julia.

‘Hiya Julie!’

‘Hi Miss,’ Julia is so cute when she’s shy, it makes Yangyang’s heart seize up.

The three of you sit in a corner booth, settling on the sofa chairs.

‘Are you just wanting your usuals?’ The hostess asks.

‘Jules?’ You double check, just in case the toddler is feeling indecisive.

‘I want them with bacon and syrup… and a milkshake?’

‘What do you say?’ Yangyang gives her a soft but stern look.

‘Please,’ Julia adds.

’So our usuals,’ you laugh, ‘thanks.’

She walks away, and you exchange a glance with Yangyang, ‘it’s probably slightly embarrassing that she knows our orders off by heart.’

Not long later the food arrives, and Yangyang, the forever doting father, cuts up Julia’s pancakes into bitesize pieces for her.

‘Do you need help with your fork Jules?’ 

‘I’m okay,’ she takes her little child fork, stabbing it into the pancake pieces and shovelling them into her mouth.

‘Tasty?’ You giggle at the syrup smeared all around her mouth.

‘Yeah,’ she answers simply, ‘good.’

Food is quickly devoured in mostly silence, occasionally Yangyang has to wipe around Julia’s mouth.

‘Are you all done?’ You ask her when the small amounts of pancake left stay untouched for a while.

‘All done,’ she echos, eyes drooping shut in food coma.

‘I think maybe it’s time for our morning nap,’ Yangyang mainly directs the statement to you.

‘Me too,’ you hum, ‘you may have to carry her though.’

‘That’s okay,’ Yangyang shuffles out of the booth, gently laying Julia on his chest.

She complains a bit, but eventually falls asleep on his shoulder.

‘I love our mornings,’ you’re back in the morning sun again, admiring your two favourite people in the whole world.

‘Me too,’ Yangyang agrees, leaning down to give you a kiss, ‘although I’m so happy we’ve tired her out. I need a bit of a nap now myself.’

‘My thoughts exactly.’

[autumn-writes]

Can I request a MtF S/O coming out to Chihiro, Mikan, Ibuki, Chiaki, and Gonta? (separately)

hello! thank you for being patient with me < 3! here you go mod chihiro!! i hope you'll enjoy this :>! this is also my first time writing something mtf so if i got anything wrong i'm so sorry :(!

MtF S/O coming out to Chihiro, Mikan, Ibuki, Chiaki and Gonta

chihiro fujisaki — the ultimate programmer

very nervous when you tell him that you two have to talk. his mind immediately goss to negative thoughts and he starts to worry :(

are u okay?? are u mad at him? are u about to leave him?!

he is so nervous up to the time that you two start to talk

he was ready to start bawling and asking you why you want to leave him but then—

"chihiro, i'm a transgender woman" "y/n why do want to lea— wait, what was that?"

you repeat once more that you are mtf and he visibly relaxes

"ah, i was so worried i did something wrong!! i'm so proud of how strong you are to come out :)!"

he's very supportive and not at all judgemental. he's quite curious about being mtf though. what is it like to hav transitioned from a male to a female? you don't get bullied whenever people find out, right? you better not be getting bullied cause chihiro isn't the strongest but he's friends with a biker gange leader and the school's ultimate moral compass :) (yes they are besties you cannot change my mind)

Chihiro's love for you doesn't waver at all!! In fact, he ends up loving you even more :)!!

mikan tsumiki — the ultimate nurse

just like chihiro, she's very nervous from the day you tell her you two need to talk till the day you two actually talk

she's fidgeting so much when you two are about to talk, she's ready to start begging for forgiveness for whatever she may have done wrong

"y-y/n i-i'm so sorry for whatever i di-did wrong!! i pr-promise i d-didn't—" "mikan, sweetie, relax. i just... finally found the courage to tell you that i'm trans ^-^"

she stops apologizing as soon as you tell her to relax and her face visibly lights up as soon as you tell her the news. you... you trust her enough to tell her something so important?? she's over the moon!!

she's bisexual but she has a preference for females not saying she wouldn't love you as a guy no no that's not it!! she's just happy that you had the strength to transition from male to female :>

baby is also very, very, VERY supportive of you! she's sure to show you that no matter what, even if you may have been a male at the start, that doesn't mean her love for you is going away < 3

ibuki mioda — the ultimate musician

was very willing and excited to talk when you mentioned you had something important to say

unlike the first two, ibuki can sorta read people very well! she can tell what type of person they are and knows when a situation is gloomy enough to need uplifting or jokes, or when a situation is sappy, so she could tell that when you told her you needed to talk, it wasn't going to be anything devastating

"hey hey hey sugar to my plum!!" she would greet you have excitedly as always, giving you a big hug and a a few kisses as part of her greeting. she could tell you were nervous from the moment she saw you fidgeting so she had to relieve some of the tension!

"sooooo what was this super duper ultra mega important thing you needed to tell me??" she asks and waits patiently for you to start talking. she listens intently and lets her jaw drop open when you confess to being trans and ask if she still accepts you despite this

girl literally scoops you up and starts swinging you from side to side in the air

"awww c'mere you little cutie!! of course i still accept you :)! banana or not, balloons or flat, i still love you just as much!!"

very very supportive, she's happy that you came out to her cause she knows that telling people information such as that takes a lot of courage and she's proud of you for it < 3

gonta gokuhara — the ultimate entomologist

immediately agrees to talk to you cause he's a gentleman and he can't say no to you :)

"gentleman listen to y/n talk! listening to loved one talk is proof of gentleman love :)"

so the day you tell him the news arrives and gonta and you are just sitting in the living room while he's trying to show you a butterfly that he placed in a container earlier this morning

you clear your throat and quickly grab his hands, you know that gonta most likely wouldn't reject you for being trans but there's still that underlying worry (that is utterly useless cause this is gonta we're talking abt bby boi wouldn't even dream of hurting you)

"so gonta uh... i was once a guy :)" "y/n... was guy...? but s/o is girl? gonta is confused, sorry!"

you'll have to spend a few minutes explaining to gonta what being mtf is and have to tell him how becoming a girl when you were a guy was possible

once he understands he's like ":0 gonta still love y/n! being boy before is okay, what important is y/n and gonta love each other :)"

please this boy accepts and love you so much he's so quick to protect you whenever someone makes fun of you for being trans and he's ready to show a more scary side to him

no one is going to mess with you, and that's because you got a wonderful gentleman who loves and accepts you to death :3

chiaki nanami — the ultimate gamer

is very calm when you tell her you two have to talk about something and immediately accepts

she has a feeling that this conversation you two will have will be something rather important so she tries not to distract herself with a game when you two speak

intently listens to you speak when you say that you're transgender and asks some questions to clear up her questions in mind

once that's over with, she expresses her acceptance as love by giving you a tight but loving hug and a kiss to the cheek

"i... hope you know that no matter what you are, i'd still love and care for you dearly. i love everything about you, y/n"

offers to play a game with you after your confession and even lets you win! (though you pout when you know she's purposefully trying to lose, it warms your heart to know that she's making you happy)

very supportive girlfriend! 10/10 would love < 3

ah I can't believe i'm almost done with requests!! i'll have a big announcement once i'm done with all of them so do watch out for that < 3!

please do take care of yourselves lovelies! autumn loves y'all very much!! stay safe and healthy my beloved maple leaves :)!

[dollsonmain]

Today's sniffs and tastes:

Which still, I'm just fascinated.

Adding in that I am having stomach discomfort pretty regularly, now. Not throwing up or anything like that, just discomfort like "Ow I ate something bad maybe....".

1. "Asian Medley" Birdseye microwave veggies which usually smells like farts because there's broccoli and there's ALWAYS at least one rotten bit - Smelled farts for a moment when I approached the microwave, and then it was gone. Smelled a visibly rotten broccoli and it smelled VERY bad. Not strong, but Do Not Eat This bad. There's also peas, baby corn, and carrots in there, and a salty, but light sauce. I could occasionally get a taste of plant-sugar or salt. For a small moment, I tasted Generic Plant Flavor, though not the flavor of chlorophyll, as it was the core of a yellow baby corn. Somehow I was tasting the corn but a duller version. Corn LeCroix would have had more flavor. The carrots occasionally tasted like wax. One bite tasted of Rot. MOSTLY no flavor, though.

Does make me wonder if the people who smell sewage or rot in their food are smelling rot that's really there, like some small little bit has already begun natural decay, and have become hyper sensitive to that scent or that flavor whereas a "normal" person wouldn't notice it because it's covered by the flavors and scents of the parts of the food that haven't started to decay, yet.

Kind of wish I had more rotten food to sniff to see if I can actually smell it. I cannot smell farts or poops, though.

2. Coffee with maple syrup and 2% milk - Smell Bad. A little like burnt poop. Still just taste the bitter part. I think I CAN taste the tannins clearly. It's a distinct bitterness to coffee, tea, or dark chocolate, unlike the bitterness of a lemon, for example. It's also kind of a flavor reminiscent of ungulate dung. Specifically that weirdly clean but heavy and unpleasant smell of herbivore poo as a flavor. But like it's hidden, it's just barely there.

3. White cooking wine - I sniffed it and it smells like acetone. I didn't taste it. It's expired.

- Which led me to start digging in That Guy's booze stash, most of which is still sealed so I had to go with things that are open. I am not a drinker, all alcohol smells like acetone and tastes the way acetone smells (though I kind of like coconut rum in very very small amounts), so most anything in there would be completely new to me.

Starting with:

4. Peach Crown Royal - Kind of could smell the peach additive (speaking of which my peach candle is going peach-pee-peach still). Kind of could smell acetone. Did not taste because I've tasted it before and didn't want the memory of the flavor (like syrupy mouthwash) to affect how it tasted NOW. Though I guess it would have been a better test since I do have an idea of how it's supposed to be. I don't feel like getting it out again. I have to climb on a chair.

I AM SHORT.

5. Jameson Scottish Whiskey - Smelled like acetone. Barely. I took a sip and let it sit on my tongue. It burned but there was no flavor other than something like a very faint sugar syrup. I was surprised that it tasted sweet. I have NO idea what it's supposed to taste like.

6. And then I figured I'd just go for it with some white vinegar because it's not like I've never eaten a vinegar and oil dressing or something - No scent. Burned my nose, though. It's interesting how even though in my mind the scent and the burn are connected, one-and-the-same, in real life they're completely separate. Took a sip, let that sit on my tongue, got the "There is acid in my mouth. This is sour." unhappiness feeling though different than alcohol. No flavor. Burny water. After I spit it out, there was kind of the same distant, faint sweet taste like the whiskey had.

No change in how I smell or taste things, though. Snurphinating eucalyptus essential oil had more effect on my smell than anything. I have a feeling it'll all come back normal after a while.

I'm still terribly tired, more than before. It's enough more that I notice it, but at this point I'm not worried, yet, because I am still sick. Being tired is to be expected.

Sinuses still feel like there's a big cotton wad between my eyes. Smell and taste will probably improve whenever that inflammation subsides.

In other news my voice is improving. I'm audible, now. There's a little room for the sound to bounce around in my sinuses. It sounds dull and wrong, but it's there. Squeaking a little now and then, cutting out completely now and then but less and less.

[hufflepuffhollander]

em’s mobile-friendly master list!

Here’s a directory to everything I’ve written (all links below are to original stories written by me and only me)! All Tom Holland related unless otherwise noted. I try to keep this updated regularly, please let me know if any links are ever busted! lots of love & enjoy your reads ✨

fluff ✨| angst 💥 | smut 👄 | personal fave 💌 |

One shots

Fire and gasoline (17.3k) (newest) 💥👄💌

Smile, darling ✨👄 

Hands ✨👄 💌

Safe with you ✨💥👄

Off limits ✨💥💌

Heartbeat❓(it’s like sexy tension idk)

Spin the bottle ✨👄-ish

Caught red handed 👄✨

Say it best through text 💥

✨nothin’ but fluff → The photoshoot | Sweet like candy | The sun through the curtains | By the light of a flame | This thing of ours | Down the aisle |

Prompt blurbs

Kill of the night 💥👄💌

5 times it didn’t, 1 time it did 💥✨💌! 

Shirtgate 💌

Give and take💥

You over everything 💥✨

Silent treatment 💥💌

✨nothin’ but fluff → | Talk show tease 💌 | Accidental Proposal | Study Buddies | Tutoring talks | Jealous little brother | The planetarium | “So...what are we?” | While studying | More than costars |

Drabbles

That outfit 👄

Scarf play 👄

✨ nothin’ but fluff → Dad!tom hc | Maple syrup | Airplane cuddles | Crunchy leaves | Thanksgiving day |

Smutty sunday archive (all very 👄, obviously)

Slippery when wet | Little things | Sleepy spooning

Game night | Brownie batter | Sweaty pursuits | All mine | Keeping warm |

Multi-part stories

Metempsychosis [reincarnation!tom au] (ongoing)

A young couple whose lives were both lost in a tragic accident are reincarnated as new people. As they collide as strangers in their second lives, they must try to make sense of the innate connection they feel.

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2

Apocalypse (complete) 💌 ✨💥

A toxic storm that has wiped out most of the world’s population has you taking shelter and fighting for survival with an unexpected ally.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3*

Gimme some sugar (complete) ✨👄

Tom Holland decided to take you under his wing as a sugar baby as you make your way through dance school.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Fireworks (complete)

Fourth of July. A frat house. A hot boy named Tommy. Need we say more?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3