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my fried rice recipe is just đ
#perfect amount of spice#perfect amount of veg#perfect colour#perfect temp#ugh it was so good#OH AND THE GARNISH?!?!?#perfect
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I dont even have words it's so.... yes. Yes yes yes YES YES YES YES. Flawless. Incredible. I'm in love more than I was before. Wow. I need him.
Kiss Me Once
The moment youâve been anxiously awaiting is finally hereâ your boyfriend Rosie Rosenthal finally arrives home.
(hi @hellfirequinnie @justheretoreadthxxs @ronsenthal @storysimp)
a/n: hugest of huge shoutouts to Winnie (@winniemaywebber) and Gina (@ginabaker1666) for letting me yell about this fic 24/7, not to mention darling Marinaâs (@precious-little-scoundrel) spicy Rosie headcanons which played a huge part in the inspiration for this fic (as well as the future parts I have planned đ) đ
Warnings: mentions of death (brief mention of death of a parent, war deaths), mentions of sex, Rosie being a tease đ, definite historical inaccuracies, if thereâs anything else yâall would like me to tag, please let me know!
Word count: 3k
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.
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You pace around the foyer of the Rosenthal apartment impatiently.
Your boyfriend, Robert, was coming home after several long years of war, and he was already ten minutes late.
He had insisted on meeting you all at the apartment instead of greeting him as he got off the trainâ something sweet about wanting to walk into his home and see you all thereâ but his train had gotten in on time, so whereâ
âY/N, heâll be here honey,â his mother says gently, exchanging a look with his sister from her place in the kitchen where sheâs preparing a spread of Rosieâs favorite foods, âYou know how the traffic is, especially today.â
âI know, I know,â you nod, your nervous pacing slowing the tiniest bit, âBut he saidââ
Your worries are interrupted by a knock on the door, and suddenly youâre frozen in place.
âWell? You gonna answer it?â his sister teases, gesturing at the door.
âButââ You glance between his family and the door, conflicted.
âHeâs had enough of us fussing over him,â his mother pipes up, moving to stand next to her daughter, âWe all know who heâs really here to see,â she adds with a teasing smile.
You glance down with a smile, trying to will the heat in your cheeks away before you move to finally fling the door open.
It truly doesnât seem real, the sight that greets you as the door opens.
Robert stands there, dapper in his dress uniform, curls neat, hat tucked neatly under his arm.
He blinks in surprise, as if he wasnât expecting you to be the one who opened the door, but the shock on his face is quickly replaced with a wide grin.
âHi, sweetheart.â
âHi,â you gasp as youâre pulled into his arms for a tight hug, burying your face in his neck as he presses a kiss to your temple.
âMissed you so much,â he murmurs softly in your ear before pulling away to take in your face, eyes scanning over your features as if to make sure everything was the same as he remembered.
You do the same, clocking one very noticeable change.
âWhatâs this?â You laugh, gesturing to your own top lip.
His fingers move self-consciously to the mustache that definitely wasnât there when he left for flight school.
âOh yeah, uh⌠remember I told you I started tryinâ to grow one back in training? Well⌠it turned into this,â He laughs, meeting your eyes anxiously, âWhat do you think?â
You rise up into your tiptoes to peck his lips, âI think you look very handsome, my love.â
His hand cups your cheek as you pull away, bringing you back in for a long, tender kiss. Your eyes flutter shut, savoring the feeling of his lips on yours after so long, but the rosy spell the two of you are under is quickly broken by his sister pointedly clearing her throat, ignoring her motherâs scolding look at her interruption.
âWow, Rosie,â she teases as the two of you break apart, âitâs nice to see that you remembered weâre here too.â
âThatâs the best welcome youâve got for your big brother, Jeanie?â He rolls his eyes playfully, unable to hide his smile as he gives you one last squeeze and goes to greet his family.
âHi, Ma,â he says, voice thick as he embraces his mother for the first time in far too long.
She clings to him in a long, fierce hug, and he returns it just as fiercely until his sister tackles him from the side.
Rosie lets out an oof, quickly adjusting so he has both of them in an embrace.
The four of you sit down for dinner, conversation flowing nonstop. Even with the frequent letters back and forth, Rosie still had plenty to tell you about his life in England, and his family still had plenty to catch him up on.
As his sister is rambling about work, his hand comes to rest on your knee. Still respectable, of course, but the warmth emanating from him makes it difficult to focus on anything else.
As the night continues, you nearly drop your fork into your mashed potatoes when his hand glides ever so slightly up your leg, slipping just underneath the hem of your skirt. He maintains a straight face, wide grin barely flickering as he teases his sister about the crush she inadvertently mentioned, all while his fingers remain indecently close to your core.
His mother is in the middle of filling him in on all the neighborhood gossip when your glass of water comes very close to slipping out of your hand. You catch it in time, mumbling an excuse about being oddly clumsy tonight, when all you can think about are the featherlight patterns Rosie is tracing on the inside of your thigh.
You shoot a glare at him when his mother and sister are distracted, which he meets with a smile, eyes sparkling with mirth, heat simmering just underneath.
Somehow you manage to fumble through the rest of dinner, contributing with simple nods or âmm hmâs as Rosieâs presence next to you overwhelms your mind. As the meal finishesâ complete with a mouthwatering cherry pieâ Rosie stands and begins gathering plates. You and his mother stand simultaneously to do the same.
âMa, please sit down,â Rosie insists gently, âI got it.â
As she opens her mouth to protest, he simply shakes his head.
âItâs been a while since Iâve gotten to do this, yeah? Let me help out. Please.â
Eyes softening at the mention of his being away for so long, she relents, and the two of you gather the remaining dishes.
Mrs. Rosenthal and her daughter move to the living room, soft jazz drifting through the apartment as they turn on the radio while you and Rosie work like a well-oiled machine washing and drying dishes. Er⌠mostly.
âRobbie!â You yelp as he splashes water up towards you, holding your rag up as a shield. You laugh, retaliating with a reckless swing of the still-damp dishrag.
What follows is a playful water fight where miraculously neither of you get too wet, but does end with you pinned between Rosie and the kitchen counter, his lips moving greedily against yours.
You let out a soft squeal as he pulls away briefly to scatter kisses all over your face and neck, mustache brushing against your skin.
âRobbie, that tickles!â
You can feel him grinning as his lips land on yours once more.
âI missed hearing you laugh.â he murmurs between kisses as his hands wander freely over your dress, âMissed you so, so much, honey.â
âI missed you, too,â you sigh as you reluctantly pull away for air, thumb stroking along his cheekbone as you take him in: mustache and all.
âWhen you re-enlisted, Iââ
You take a breath, forcing back the sudden tears that threaten to spill over.
âI was so scared,â you admit softly, âSo incredibly proud of you, of course, because I know thatâs who you are: you donât come home until the fightâs over. But so many people were getting those damn Western Union telegrams telling them that their sons or brothers or friends wouldnât be coming home, and I couldnât stand the thought of being one of them.â Your voice trembles, and you take a shaky breath in, pressing your forehead to his, âI couldnât stand the thought of being without you.â
âHoney,â he says softly, nudging your noses together ever so gently so you meet his eyes, âI love you.â
Those words hang in the air for a heartbeat, words that you had only been able to read in his letters for the past two years, words that you hadnât heard aloud in far, far too long.
âI love you,â he repeats softly, firmly, the words like an oath on his lips, âand I hated the thought of making you and Ma and Jeanie worry, but⌠but what I hated more was the thought of going back home when there was still so much evil out there. And the kids who were coming in to replace us⌠thatâs it, they were just kids. I couldnât leave in good conscience knowing that some teenager was gonna be taking my place in the sky and wasnât gonna make it home because of me. I saw it happen too many times, and I couldnâtââ
He shakes his head, swallows, and meets your eyes again with a soft smile.
âBut Iâm home now. And Iâm not leaving you anytime soon, yeah?â
He leans in for a tender kiss, one that has you melting down to your toes as he pulls you into his arms, swaying ever so slightly.
âDance with me, honey? I know itâs no Mintonâs,â he chuckles, âBut itâll do.â
He holds you close, twirling you around the kitchen with your head resting on his shoulder as Kitty Kallenâs voice drifts in from the living room, Rosie singing along softly in your ear.
Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
He always claimed that his ma and Jeanie got all the musical talent, but you loved to hear him sing in the rare moments you got to. You loved it even more in this moment because it meant that he was here. He was home. He was safe. And he was with you.
You stay wrapped in his arms for the duration of the song, and as it fades into the next oneâ Glen Millerâs crooning âAt Lastââ he whispers into your ear once more.
âWhat would you say,â he murmurs, warm breath fanning over your neck, âif I asked you to meet me in my room tonight?â
You pull back to meet his eyes, to make sure you understand his meaning. You see a slight nervousness there, tinged with longing, and just below that, a simmering heat that sparks an ember deep in your core.
The two of you had been, er⌠intimate before. Several times, actually (the fire escape outside his window that happened to also lead to your room in the apartment upstairs made for an excellent escape from both fires and nosy parents wondering what those noises were in the middle of the night), and each time had you seeing starsâ sometimes literally if he felt like sneaking you up onto the roof with a blanket on one of the rare clear nights in New Yorkâ and longing for the next one. The letters you wrote alternated between sweet and rather scorching when you happened to be in a mood, each of you divulging your fantasies over the years you were apart, hoping to fulfill them when he came home in one piece.
âIâd say,â you murmur, âthat Iâd love to.â
That bright grin spreads across his face again, lighting him up from the inside out.
âGood,â he says softly, âbecause I wanna have a proper reunion with my girl.â
His hands slide down to rest low on your hips, pulling you that much closer as his lips seal over yours for a kiss that has butterflies swarming in your belly.
You lose yourself in the feeling of his hands on you, of his lips on yours, in the taste of himâ even the utterly foreign (though not unpleasant) feeling of his mustache grazing against your skin has you wanting more, wanting to make up for the time you lost when he was an ocean away.
Somethingâ maybe the crackle of the radio switching stations, maybe some small noise outside, maybe the remnants of the proper girl you should beâ brings you back to reality all too soon, and suddenly youâre pulling away and looking up at him regretfully as you remind him:
âYour motherâs probably wondering whatâs taking so long.â
He lets out a playful groan, barely heard over the radio as his head slumps onto your shoulder.
âYouâre probably right,â he sighs, pressing a quick kiss to your temple as he begins fixing up his appearance; attempting to get his hair to lay flat from where your fingers had raked through it, wiping away your bright red lipstick smeared around his mouth, âLetâs go.â
Once youâve reapplied your lipstick and made an attempt to fix your rumpled clothes and hair, he leads you back into the living room where his mother and sister are lounging in the armchairs next to the radio.
âSorry, Ma,â he says, cheeky grin firmly back in place as the two of you settle on the loveseat nearby, âHad to squeeze in a dance with my girl.â
You bite back a squeak of surprise as his handâ out of sight of his mother and sisterâ drifts dangerously low on your hip to give you a playful squeeze, all while maintaining that trademark sparkling Rosenthal grin.
âYou two are so sweet,â his mother coos, and you canât help the shy smile creeping onto your face as you lean into Rosie.
Nor can you help the laugh you let out when you see Rosie sticking his tongue out at Jeanie, presumably in retaliation for the disgusted look on her face.
âRobert,â she scolds, âBe nice to your sister.â
âBut Maââ
âAnd Jeanette,â she turns to his sister with a rare use of her full name, âYour brother just came home, I wonât have you teasing him for wanting to spend time with Y/N.â
She opens her mouth to protest, but shuts it at her motherâs raised eyebrow.
âSorry, Robert,â she grumbles stiltedly.
When his motherâs eyes flick to him, Rosie mumbles in the same stilted way.
âSorry, Jeanie.â
âThank you,â his mother says crisply, âNowâ oh, honey, did I tell youâŚâ
Mrs. Rosenthal somehow has even more neighborhood gossip to tell Rosie, and Jeanie has plenty of questions for her brother about life in England. He happily listens and regales them with stories, his animated way of speaking distracting his family from the way his hand rests on your thigh in plain sight. You should nudge him away, slip your hand into his, do something to make it look more innocent⌠but you donât want him to stop tracing patterns onto your thigh over your dress, working his way up and down and back again in a way that makes it very difficult to focus on anything else.
He slips his hand away, a jolt of disappointment running through you at the lack of warmth, just in time for his mother to turn her attention to you.
âY/N, sweetheart, Iâm going to make some tea before we all head to bed, would you like some?â
You politely decline, as you have for the past nearly two years.
It was just you, your father, and your brother after your mother passed when you were four, and when they both enlisted after the Pearl Harbor attack, Mrs. Rosenthal was kind enough to let you, as her daughter's close friend and her sonâs girlfriend, temporarily move into her guest room. They were currently somewhere on a boat in the Pacific, and though you were able to send letters back and forth, it was a sporadic way of communicating, and each day you prayed that they would come home safe like your Robbie had.
Jeanette busies herself with the book she had been reading, and Robbie takes the small moment you have for yourselves to pull you close and press a sweet kiss to your cheek, mindful of his sister in the room.
âWhat was that for?â You ask, grinning. It seems you havenât stopped smiling since he walked in the door a few hours ago.Â
âJust because,â he shrugs, a returning grin brightening his face, âIâm home, and Iâm with my girl, and I can give her kisses anytime I want to.â
You donât think itâs possible for your smile to grow any wider, but it does.
After pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, Rosie turns to his sister.
âOh, Jeanie, I got you somethinâ while I was over there. Wanted to send it over, but I figured itâd be better if I gave it to you in person.â
He goes over to his pack and rummages around until he produces a small paperback.
âI found this in a bookshop when I was on one of my weekend passes, thought it seemed like something youâd like. Written by a woman, too, isnât that something,â he says, handing her the copy of Green Dolphin Country, âHappy belated birthday, little sis. Hopefully this makes up a little for the ones I wasnât here for.â
Oh goodness, your cheeks are starting to hurt, but you canât stop smiling seeing Jeanie light up at the book.Â
âThank you, thank you, thank you!â Jeanie squeals, jumping up to squeeze her brother tight. He returns the hug fiercely, and your heart melts when you see him blinking back tears.
âIâm glad you like it,â he says, bright grin back in place as she pulls away to devour his gift, adding teasingly, âYâknow, I heard it ends withââ
âNo spoilers!â Jeanie whines.
âAlright, alright, Iâm sorry.â Rosie holds his hands up in surrender, âJust tell me how it ends, promise?â
His little sister beams up at him, looking much younger than her actual age of 22.
âPromise.â
Mrs. Rosenthal returns with a tray bearing three mugs of tea, and night winds down with tea and books and soft chatter as one by one you all retire to your separate rooms.
Rosie shoots you a wink, hand drifting dangerously low on your back as he escorts you to your room before heading for his own just across the hall, leaving a lingering kiss on your lips that has you pleading for time to move faster, for his mother and Jeanie to fall asleep quickly so you can meet him without fear of waking them.
You slip into your favorite nightgownâ a thin, filmy thing, one Rosie hasnât seen beforeâ and begin watching the clock as the wait for your agreed meeting time of 12:30 begins.
#perfect amount of fluff#perfect amount of spice#which i will be thinking about later#if you had a sequel or an.. after hours addition come out#best believe id be first in line to read it#mother i love him#rosie rosenthal#rosie rosenthal x reader#robert rosenthal#robert rosenthal x reader#masters of the air x reader#mota fic#masters of the air#mota#mota x reader#nate mann
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#non archive#red#green#brown#misc#this moodboard is so wong kar wai esque#i have been in a cooking kick lately! for breakfast i made some honey gochujang salmon w egg and green onion and rice and it was sooo yummy#gna make oyakodon tonight for roomies and me!#last night i made a thai peanut noodle dish that was a hit too#the perfect amount of spice...#and then friday night i made a creamy chicken & rice dish with carrots garlic parsley onions etc etc#if yall have any recs for youtubers/pinterest boards to follow pls lmk!#i might do some more archive mbs today but it is quite a jam packed day so we shall see
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on this late night i am thinking incredibly hard about how, when faced with a choice between preventing a new friend from harm + clearing up a misunderstanding and choosing the path that would potentially find him a cure for his catatonic friend, zack recalled marlene's words of saying that aerith liked cloud, and of course she did, because he (zack) wasn't there. hadn't been there for a long time
and after recalling these words and grasping at the ribbon tied around his hand, zack ultimately decides that by taking the right-hand path he can, with some luck, fulfill two of his own desires - 1) potentially seeing his friend cloud healed and healthily awake again, and 2) making sure that aerith will be able to be happy when she wakes if he succeeds the first part. he has not and will not let go of his adoration and love for her, but if cloud is seemingly what makes her happy in this bizarre world he's found himself in, he'll choose that option in a heartbeat, because her happiness means the world to him even if it means accepting that he's not the focus of it anymore. he just loves her so much . oh i'm in pain. zack fair the man that you are
#shout out 2 younger me who stayed up late on a school night finishing crisis core and then sobbed all over my psp#zerith is my favourite ship for both those characters and the doomed aspect is part of the delicious spice. it does cause immense pain#but its worth it#anyway people who try to shove zack aside or trivialise his impact for the sake of their ship can catch these mf hands#the most painful part of the stuff pre-remake trilogy had to be that both of them died before aerith had a chance to learn the truth#but in AC they're there... together..... i hope part 3 can give us even just one scene where they meet . and talk. and clear things up#they're both gold hearted sweethearts they deserve that much#i guess what i mean is. i want the 'deleted scene' from the lifestream that happens between forgotten capital and AC#the start of the gongaga section in rebirth + the entire ending battle gauntlet gives me hope#ff7 rebirth spoilers#ff7 rebirth#the amount of love i have in my heart for zack fair and his pure heart literally bursting with love for everyone and everything#O U G H#editing the tags to add: this is not a clerith post. this is a Zack Fair Most Perfect Man On Gaia post
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yâall I just got the MOTHERLOAD of all pastries
#I have not eaten this much in months#My aunt found a cool bakery like an hour away so we made it this whole thing#I stay over at her house we leave at 5:30#We buy donut for her students (12 or 15)#then the following:#Two homemade pop tarts two tag-a-long Girl Scout cookie donuts 2 thin mint GS donuts a French cruller with vanilla frosting a caramel role#3 plain cake donut one cake donut with chocolate frosting one chantilly cream mousse cake four macarons in espresso chocolate rasberry and#Black berry (I wanted lemon but panicked and said rasberry) a ham and cheese croissantFollowed by two loafs of bread and an orange spice te#And McDonaldâs Hashbrowns#To be clear this is all being shared and my aunt planned to spend a decent chunk of money#It was something like 112 bucks?#Not as bad as I thought tbh#We had four boxes of baked goods. Four. Boxes.#You know what I eat every other day of my life? A bowl of yogurt in the morning and a bowl of veggies with egg at night#I donât usually consume the amount of calories I just ate in a week#Mutuals sending you pastries#So early morning roads showing up at peoples doors and handing them treats + tea? Pretty much perfect
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Robert Plant, everyone...
#robert plant#lemons#you have ruined lemons for me and i hope you're happy you sexy beautiful angelic golden bastard#i think âa dashâ of spice is a bit of an understatement though#nearly perfect description of robert plant courtesy of my morning tea#(bigelow lemon lift btw. it's yummy. not quite as yummy as constant comment. but still quite yummy)#meanwhile my username is just the right amount of lemon with a dash of furry viking pants#(actually probably too much lemon. too much screaming lemon. screaming forever. THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!)
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very pleased with today's food choices
#been eating kind of shit the last week#which was making it hard to think clearly#brain fog.. made me think about what ppl in gaza are facing not having enough to eat daily for several months#when i cook eggplant or okra it makes me think of palestine somehow... actually most things i cook remind me of it#bc the prepation method is similiar#but yeah i had a chicken stew type thing#with okra eddo potato and tomato#i made two batches of different flavors & used a bunch of whole spices like coriander and cumin seeds black pepper bay leaves cinnamon stic#cloves etc.. and a bunch of whole green chillies#to add flavor.. but it wasn't spicy so i also added red chili powder#which made it perfect.. right amount of salt spice fat and vegetables#10/10 and i bought a big bowl today which made eating easy peasy#anyways i got sad for a bit too thinking about how easy food is to access for me bc i can get 5 leg+thigh for 6 bucks#and there was a post once about how this woman was pregnant and her husband had to pay like i think 20 bucks for a handful of meat#đ§#but bro i bought sumac and then completely forgot about it and was racking my brain to think what my second flavor palette should be#i used soy sauce/oyster/fish/black vinegar along with the whole spices and also some lemonade for citrus.. bc i didnt have lemons#and pouring juice is easier than squeezing oranges#it was surprisingly good like a nice flavor it came together well#i am gonna use the sumac next bc i want to make some version of musakhan
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Retranslating parts of the Curse of Darkness script
I thought to replay the game again, this time with Japanese voices to change the experience a little
Iâm not sure whether the translation was JP -> ENG or ENG -> JP: it looks like the latter to me due to the lip sync. Anyway, the two versions are surprisingly faithful to each other, but I wanted to check if there were any interesting differences... and there are :P
For reference, I used this playthrough for the Japanese cutscenes, and the English script in the wiki.
First cutscene
Many interesting differences in this iconic cutscene. Isaac sounds much angrier in Japanese than he does in English, and I think heâs quite less effeminate too, although they couldnât change his body language :P
ENG: With this, the most forbidden of arts, a wisp of conjured matter can be transformed into a hellish devil! There are but two humans who possess this magnificent power: you and I.
JP: A forbidden secret art feared by humans. Creating a devil that serves you and you only, from a bundle of magical power! There are only two people in this world who have mastered this power: you and I.
Additional details provided by the Japanese version: Devil Forging is âfeared by humansâ, implying their tragic pasts as outcasts of humanity, and Hector and Isaac arenât the only ones with this power, but theyâre the absolute best in their field. I also like the description of âbundle of magical powerâ, although both versions are equally âmysticalâ in this regard lol. Calling the Devil Forging âsecret artâ also refers to the name of the track playing in this scene, Flattery With The Secret Arts (âç§čĄă¨ăŽčżĺâ).
(speaking of âyou and Iâ, Hector and Isaac use ore for themselves and kisama for each other.)
ENG: Ah, but you will, Hector. And soon! You have no choice. Without it, I could crush you in an instant... but that wouldn't be very satisfying, now would it?
JP: What's the point of a boring oath? It would be easy to destroy you here and now. You, who gave up your powers and became the lowest of the low, nothing but mere scum.
I love how in the cutscene you can see Isaac rolling his eyes at Hectorâs oath so his snarky remark in Japanese is even more fitting đ but also geez man, I havenât taken control of Hector yet and youâve already killed him.
(if in English the last part sounds clunky, the original phrase is âăă ăŽăŤăšă¨ćăä¸ăăŁăâ: I really wanted to convey as much of Isaacâs contempt in English as I could)
ENG: You deserve a most gruesome fate for the humiliation you brought upon me three years ago.
JP: However, even if I destroyed such a thing, it wouldnât make up for the humiliation I received three years ago.
The wording is vague, this is the version that makes the most sense to me. The Japanese line sounds even more bitter, as if even Isaac understands that itâs all futile and killing Hector wonât restore his old life, but he has literally nothing left other than his hatred.
(and yes, he says âsuch a thingâ, which is a very Japanese expression but Iâve decided to keep it because, just in case it wasnât clear enough, Isaac may be a little peeved at Hector :V)
ENG: But in the end, the glorious vengeance you seek will not be yours -- t'will be mine!
JP: That's it. I'll be waiting for you, as the former strongest Devil Forgemaster of the Dark Lordâs army.
No idea why they completely changed the line here, but Isaacâs farewell in Japanese is slightly more condescending. As a note, he actually calls Dracula âDemon Kingâ.
Yes, all of these are Isaacâs lines. Itâs not favoritism: Hectorâs lines in Japanese and English are nearly identical to each other. Except for this one:
ENG: Heed my words. I will hunt you down like the beast you are. I will have my revenge!
JP: Very well! I'll do as you wish! And I will corner you, without fail!
... man, poor Hector doesnât sound nearly as raw in Japanese :(
(well, this fits the different voices: Takahiro Yoshimizu sounds much younger and softer than Crispin Freeman. I had no idea Freeman carried most of Hectorâs badassery)
Also, in the Japanese version, the name is for some reason translated as âAbolition Castleâ! But the kanji correctly mean âAbandoned Castleâ (âĺťĺâ).
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Creating an Innocent Devil
Minor, but Hector calls Isaac âpoliteâ (âä¸ĺŻ§â) because he went through all the trouble of carving instructions on a stele, and after the previous cutscene I find it hilarious đ
(actually, the whole mental image of Isaac taking the time to write guides for Hector is hilarious, they really used to be friends lmao)
ENG: O great powers of darkness! Release to me one of the tortured souls! Let me infuse him with my life-force and awaken him to the world of the living! Immaculate being... Appear before me now.
JP: O magical power, converge here! Play the melody of an irrational soul, under my command, a person who is not of the human world. Innocent soul, come to life here!
The Devil Forging formula was hard to translate. Yes, it uses musical terminology, ăăăš (melody) and ĺĽă§ă (to play a stringed instrument). The most interesting part is how it specifies that Devil Forgemasters donât belong to the human world, a theme quite pervasive in Hectorâs and Isaacâs arcs.
(nothing interesting with the conversation with Zead. He simply calls Devil Forging âsplendidâ, a downgrade from âitâs enough to make your blood run coldâ. He uses watashi and speaks rather politely.)
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âBaljhet Mountainsâ is spelled as âBalget Mountainsâ (âBaljit Mountain Rangeâ in Japanese), which I prefer.
Not much to report about the cutscene where we meet Julia. The most unique change is that she doesnât outright say that she can envision the future in Japanese: she simply âhas some knowledgeâ (âăăăŞăăŽçĽčăŻăăăâ). To be fair, itâs not like we ever see her powers lol, although it ruins my headcanon about her and Isaac sharing powers :( As for her speech pattern, she uses watashi and often ends sentences in wa but sheâs otherwise quite brusque. Hector calls her kimi, and most importantly forget about the Shakespearan style she and Hector use to talk to each other in English, here they speak like normal people :P
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St. Germain
ENG: I won't bandy words with you. I have an urgent request. Please refrain from pursuing Isaac any further.
JP: I'm here to ask a favor of you, it's a little thing. Please stop chasing Isaac any further.Â
St. Germain is even more polite in Japanese, as expected. He uses watashi for himself and speaks in perfect keigo.
Hector also calls St. Germain âIsaacâs minionâ (âćĺ
â) specifically, and St. Germain says âadiosâ when he leaves lol. (sonic adventure 2 reference?)
Garibaldi Temple is also the Cathedral of Garibaldi.
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Trevor
ENG: For one that served under Dracula, you seem much too weak. It's been said that the Devil Forgemaster's power rivals that of Death.
JP: Youâre too weak to be the only surviving Devil Forgemaster, who was said to be equal to Dracula's aide Death.
It just says that Devil Forgemasters are âequal toâ Death, not that theyâre specifically as strong as Death - obviously thatâs implied, but the use of the word âĺçâ also implies that Hector and Isaac were equals to Death in rank. Thatâs pretty high up.
Also, âThe only surviving Devil Forgemasterâ makes Hectorâs comment âOh, so youâre hunting Isaac as wellâ flow a little better: you can see how he could make the connection that Trevor only knew about Isaac. In English the âsurvivingâ bit was moved later (âCould he have survived? It cannot beâ), and Hectorâs comment feels more forced. (although itâs still odd because Isaac was into hiding all those years, so why does Trevor assume that one Forgemaster survived but the other died? oh well)
(of course, Trevor also uses ore for himself and kisama for Hector)
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The cutscene at the beginning of Mortvia Aqueduct is unremarkable, but the level is named âMortavia Ruinsâ (âMortavia Aqueductâ in Japanese). Why did they take out the A? It sounds better :(
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Zead vs. St. Germain
ENG: That's ridiculous. You have different rules for yourself--
JP: What a funny joke. Your objective--
Not only St. Germain comes off as more sarcastically polite (Zead calls him kisama but he reciprocates with the courteous anata), the dialogue hints more strongly at Zeadâs suspicious nature. He has an objective that we arenât allowed to hear, huh?
ENG: I cannot have you interfering any longer.Â
JP: I won't let you get in our way anymore.
Yep, our way (âćă
â). Just in case you didnât find Zead suspicious enough.
Finally, not quite related to translation, but I find the name of the track playing here interesting: Those Who Desire the Resurrection (â垊洝ăćăč
â). I think it should be singular, for obvious reasons.
Also, please enjoy this utter mangling of âJigramuntâ:
(technically it says âJigrumuntâ in katakana, but the English spelling is just beautiful)
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The siblingsâ sad fate
Not much to report about the cutscenes with Isaac and Julia in Cordova Town (or âTown of Cordobaâ in Japanese), except one line that hit me hard:
EN: And also... if you are the one to slay him... only then could I live with it.
JP: Only then I could accept it. Even if I lose my family...
I think weâre all sleeping on how much Julia was hurting through CoD, game itself included :( Michiru Yamane as usual gets it.
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Fight with St. Germain
Eneomaos Machine Tower is the even weirder âClock Tower of Eneomaiosâ.
Only one line stood out to me:
ENG: In this space, I may be partially freed of the fetters of time.
JP: If you are here, the shackles of time will be partially released.
Actually there is no subject in the first part, but I assume that St. Germain is talking about Hector because he just confirmed that he entered Zeadâs âtrapâ normally. Again, I think it makes the conversation flow better.
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Trevor vs. Isaac
Similarly to Geclmunt, the name of Aiolon Ruins gets twisted into Iororn Ruins. Itâs spelled correctly in katakana.
And this line from Isaac baffled me for days.
ENG: You vanquished Lord Dracula by a fluke, a mere twist of fortune. Yet I grant, you are adept.
JP: Not for nothing you destroyed Lord Dracula, even though it was a fluke. But the game is just about to begin.
Other translations would be âno wonder you destroyed Lord Dracula...â or âas expected from the one who destroyed Lord Dracula...â (âăăŠăăĽăŠć§ăćť
ăźăăă ăăŽăă¨ăŻăă���).
While his voice still sounds angry, Isaac is much more impressed by Trevor in Japanese: in English he sounds like heâs tacking on the half-hearted praise by force, while in Japanese itâs the other way around, as if the âflukeâ part is an afterthought. I am genuinely surprised. Isaac, hon, why are you being so flattering with the man who killed your Lord? So let me get this straight, youâre a complete ass to Hector, you called him scum, and sure I donât blame you, but Trevor nooo, even though he ruined your life just as much as Hector did youâre standing there like âoh wow youâre awesome, now I know why Lord Dracula was defeated!â.
between this and the stabbing scene, i think i understand now why the japanese side of the fandom seems to prefer isaavor over isaactor. yeah. yeah i donât blame yâall. and trevor ainât kidding either, in english he says âyouâre not without skillâ but in japanese he says âyouâre pretty goodâ - iâd say âjust kiss alreadyâ, but isaac already got me covered so :V
ENG: On the contrary. To obtain the vengeance I seek, Isaac must be slain by my hand alone. Ergo, nothing was lost.Â
JP: Not really. After all, I promised that I would defeat Isaac with my own hands. Iâm rather relieved.
I like how Hector puts it as a promise, the one he made to Julia, and not just his own selfish sense of revenge. He cares and was touched by Juliaâs sadness. On the other hand, heâs outright relieved that he still has the chance to kill Isaac himself, now thatâs the badass Hector I know and love.
(this is also where Hector and Trevor switch to omae for each other, indicating that theyâve become closer allies, even if Trevor is still being a prideful asshole :P)
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Rematch against Trevor
ENG: âOh, so that is why he fought me earlier!â
âWhat is it, Belmont?â
JP: âDamn it! The battle earlier...!â
âWhy are you panicking?â
Trevor is more worried about the fact that Isaac stole his blood, and Hector notices it. I like how more serious this version sounds.
ENG: This is your reason! Defend yourself!Â
JP: No arguing! Letâs go!
Iâll just point this out because Trevor says âĺççĄç¨â, and when I searched it to double check if it had any other meaning, I discovered that yes, it does. Itâs a porn genre, apparently. Just wanted to share.
But yeah, the English version is funnier this time :P
ENG: For now, hold the image of Isaac in your mind. Think only of defeating him. Hector... Hunt him down. And when you have him, show him no mercy.
JP: I want you to concentrate on defeating him now. Iâm depending on you, Hector. Make sure you catch up with him.
Uh... well, the two versions say the same thing, but Trevorâs tone feels weird to me. I canât quite put my finger on it, so Iâll just leave this here. In general, I never understood why heâs taking Isaac so personally.
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The Infinite Corridor became the Corridor of the Inferno, wow! Interestingly, the first part of the Japanese name, âçĄéâ, means âceaselessâ, but is also associated to the Buddhist Avici Hell (âçĄéĺ°çâ), or Hell of Uninterrupted Suffering. Welp.
Nothing to report in the Stabbing scene, as much as I wish it was, except that listening to it in Japanese is an experience that needs to be had. this is the point where cod officially becomes an animated yaoi audio drama
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Before Draculaâs Castle
I just wanted to show how much better the dialogue flows in Japanese :P
ENG: âI know not what happened to you in the past, but there is no time now for regret. We must try to cleanse the castle and dispel the vile curse...â
âIf the curse from demonic power, I may be able to find the source! Indeed, I must, for this is something only I can do.â
JP: âI don't know what happened, but thereâs no time to regret it. At the very least, we have to stop the curse somehow...â
âIf the source of the curse is magical power, I might be able to do something about it. No, itâs something that only I can do. â
Is this your idea of flirting, guys? :P
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Rematch against Isaac
Much like the first cutscene, this one is juicier than the previous ones when it comes to dialogue changes. I donât know why itâs Isaac in particular who changed so much in translation.
ENG: You want me to regain my powers. Now I see why. I fell right into your plot... After 3 years of peace, I'd lost my edge.
JP: You must feel good about yourself, donât you? I fell right for your scheme. Youâve fallen so low... and so did I.
Finally itâs Hectorâs turn to have a completely different, intriguing line. In English, thereâs almost an undertone of... respect, for how Isaac played him like a fiddle? In Japanese, Hector sounds more biting (and tbf Isaac is even more of a little shit here lol, heâs like âThank you so much for resurrecting the castle <3âł) and much more disappointed in himself. No reference to his powers and how he was rusty: he doesnât care about Isaacâs plot, he cares about the guilt heâs feeling. Then you remember how he was ready to die in the ending, and well...
The last line is âč˝ăĄăśăăăăŽă ăăăŽäżşăăŞâ. âč˝ăĄăśăăâ means âto come down in the world; to fall low; to be ruined; to be reduced to poverty; to fall on hard timesââ, or "a person's social status and standard of living deteriorate, and they become miserableâ. Very... interesting choice of word, to say the least.
ENG: And I've sharpened mine. I've been waiting quite a long time to plot my revenge. Not only did my Lord die because of you -- you stripped me of my pride, my home. Now I shall make you suffer as I suffered. You shall die a most painful, gruesome death!
JP: It's merely an entertainment to me. Three years ago, you defeated me. And then I lost my Lord Dracula... my pride, a place to return to... Everything, yes, you took everything away from me. Have a taste of the same hellish torment and die in despair!
Obviously Isaacâs response differs, but thatâs not the main point.
His final words hurt. âHave a taste of the same hellâ should be the anthem of every tragic villain lashing out. Both versions are good, but I feel the Japanese one really points out how much Isaac suffered because of Hectorâs actions: notice especially how âI plotted my revenge for a long timeâ (emphasizing Isaacâs role as the villain of the story) was replaced with âI was defeated by you three years agoâ, originally in passive (emphasizing Isaac being a victim).
I wish they kept his scream at the beginning of the boss fight, though. Thatâs just raw :(
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Not much to say about the âZead is Deathâ scene, although TIL that in Japanese âblack curtainâ is a way to say âmastermindâ. A bit of a different nuance, Zead doesnât say âDevil Forgemasters alone are suffused in my master's magicâ but âDevil Forgemasters are always [constantly] with my master's magicâ. Hector calls Death âclose associateâ (âĺ´čżâ). Death doesnât say that Hector was the favorite but Isaac will do - thank you, I think my man was humilated enough :V
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Dracula
For some reason, this cutscene feels like a bit of a downgrade in Japanese. For example, Dracula doesnât greet Hector calling him âthe traitorâ, shame.
ENG: Why did you unleash your hatred upon the humans? When you began slaughtering them indiscriminately, I had no choice but to disobey you.
JP: Three years ago, when you showed your hatred for humans... I just couldn't allow it.
The Japanese version is vaguer, both in describing Draculaâs genocide and Hectorâs reaction.
ENG: You side against me... for the sake of humans? Humans are not worth the air they breathe. I was simply cleansing the world.
JP: Is that so. But you must have realized... Human beings don't even deserve to exist. That's the truth of the world.
âHumans arenât worth the air they breatheâ deserved to be translated faithfully :(
ENG: The powerful always judge the weak. The humans made their judgment of me, as well. Thus I sentenced them... to extinction. Sympathy is merely a form of weakness. You betrayed me, Hector... And for that, the punishment is death.
JP: The powerful have the right [to judge humans]. The humans who destroyed me with their power... Yes, as if they were brandishing justice. But now I grow tired of this nonsense. Traitor... I'll make you pay the price of what you did three years ago.
See what I mean? It doesnât feel the same. âSympathy is merely a form of weaknessâ could have been kept.
(Dracula uses watashi for himself but speaks plainly. Hector doesnât speak with respect to Dracula, but he still calls him anata.)
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Draculaâs death
To compensate for how flaccid the previous cutscene was, Hector tells Dracula ârest in peace and perishâ (âĺŽĺżăăŚăćť
ăłăăăăâ), and I think that is the rawest thing he has ever said in the Japanese version.
ENG: The struggle has ended. I feel I can let go now, and die in peace.
JP: It's all over. Am I going to die like this? That wouldnât be bad...
For some reason the Japanese version feels sadder, like Hector just accepted in that moment that it would be better to die :(
(âThat wouldnât be badâ gets echoed at the very end, when Hector accepts to live with Julia, and that is enough to mend my heart lmao)
ENG: You see through it all, don't you?
JP: I'm no match for you, am I?
Okay this is cute lol
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And thatâs it! The last two cutscenes are very straightforward.
This was very fun to translate :D overall, I prefer the Japanese script in its changes, although the English script is iconic in its hamminess lmao. If the Japanese version is the translation as I think, they did an excellent job, and I appreciate how they adapted Hector and especially Isaac.
#castlevania#curse of darkness#long post#finally i'm done#this post was in my draft for the same amount of time it took me to beat the game#this script was very interesting to compare#perfect balance between correctly translated and just enough differences to add some spice#i think i'll take a stab at harmony of dissonance next#i have the feeling that that game is also hiding something juicy behind the translation
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"He looks at you, his eyes intense and questioning. Heâs so close you can feel his body heat, even with his cool wet shirt brushing against your bare torso. A flash of lightning briefly brightens the room. You swallow hard and wait for the resounding thunder. You wonât repeat last night. You wonât let this moment pass.Â
âKiss me,â you whisper.Â
And suddenly Joelâs lips are pressed against yours. He kisses you hungrily, mashing himself against you, finally feeding the longing youâve both felt for some time. You part your mouth and allow his tongue entry as you melt into him. You explore each other, your hands running along his chest as youâre rendered breathless under his kissing. Your fingers tangle in his shirt. You pull at the fabric wanting to feel his skin against yours. "
Lovely To Be Rained On With You
Summary: 3K. Reader and Joel rush to find shelter from the storm
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, post-outbreak, oral f!receiving, unprotected PIV, creampie
A/N: okay I have spent so much time on here reading other Joel fics and enjoying myself so I kinda wanted to give back. but first of all I need to get three things off my chest. one, it's been a long time since I've written anything. two, this is my first writing The Last of Us. three, and probably most important as I beg for kindness, it's my first time writing smut. this has been sitting in my docs for too long so Imma just press post and walk away. enjoy! AO3
The weather was changing rapidly. Not long ago it had only been partly cloudy, but now, for as far as the eye could see, the sky was one massive, threatening cloud. The leaves danced on their branches as the gusting wind flowed through them; their rustling a constant melody accompanied by the quickening beat of two pairs of boots.
Tightening the grip on your rifle, you look up at the darkening sky. The weapon could protect you from a lot, but not from this. It had been four days since you left camp and it was still another dayâs walk until you returned.Â
There was no outrunning this storm.
A few feet ahead of you Joel Miller marches onward, his broad frame and long legs setting a rapid pace you struggle to keep up with. The pack on your back is overfilled and heavy with recently looted goods. It causes your steps to be slow, more cautious and measured.Â
You take a deep breath, âJoelâŚ?â you begin. Youâre both thinking it. Someone has to say it out loud. âItâs gonna pour in any minute.â
His graying curls dance along with the leaves in the wind. He steps over a fallen tree then turns and offers his hand to help you over. You graciously accept it, sliding your fingers over his calloused hand. The weight of the bag digs into your shoulders as you step over. Had it not been for the heavy sack you would have been closer to camp by now, but those supplies are the sole reason the two of you journeyed so far away.
âI know,â he says as you join him on the other side of the log.Â
âWeâre too far from campââ
âI know,â he repeats, his brows furrowing. He scouts the distance, bright eyes scanning left and right, through the trees and beyond. A bead of sweat slowly falls down his face, the unseasonable hot May weather demanding to be acknowledged.
âThere was a cabinâŚâ he trails off, lost in thought. You look ahead, only seeing trees. âDâyou remember? Was it before or after all those alliums we saw?â
You think back and try to remember this area from a few days ago but a lot had happened since: Joel injured his shoulder wrestling with a jammed door; you found and promptly devoured a can of ravioli; there were two separate attacks with solitary infected; finding the motherlode of supplies in what looked like a doomsday prepperâs basement; oh, and then there was last night.Â
Still riding the high of finding all those medical supplies and ammunition (and a bottle of bourbon), the two of you spent last evening in high spirits. You shared stories and laughed and drank. Joel hummed a tune that had you swaying your hips and smiling towards the obsidian sky. For a moment things felt so easy and normal.Â
At some point that night, with only a sliver of the moon in the sky, you stumbled in the darkness and fell into Joelâs arms. You had looked up at him, your hand rested on his strong chest as you breathed in the scent of him. Your body tingled where his hands pressed into your waist. The stars twinkled above him as he smiled crookedly and whispered, âyâokay, sweetheart?â and you nearly confessed. Nearly told him how you truly felt about him. Nearly revealed you knew he watched you when he thought you couldnât see.Â
Nearly kissed his gorgeous face.Â
But then he dropped his hands, the magic of the moment gone, and you swallowed your feelings. You fell asleep last night wishing things were different. Wishing Joel was yours.Â
A single raindrop plopping on your forehead brings you back to the present. âWe saw the cabin first,â you recall. âAnd then the flowers.â
Joel nods, walking forward even faster than he had before. He too must have felt a raindrop.Â
The two of you continue onwards, the sky teasing you with singular drops of rain as you migrant the woodsy terrain. It doesnât take long until you see them in the distance.Â
Alliums. The purple flowers, towering high on skinny stalks, sway in the wind. The bulbous plant, petals like bursting fireworks, are scattered across the field. The sight of them brings you relief. It shouldnât be much longer until you find the cabin.Â
Just as you walk past the last bunch of flowers the sky begins to open up. The rain comes softly at first. Small drops that slide off your skin and moisten your clothing. Foolishly, you believe if it continues like this youâll be fine. But as lightning shoots across the sky and thunder shakes your body, the drops grow heavier, their frequency increasing.Â
The rain continues to fall harder as you trek on. The sound of water blanketing the land drowns out everything else. Joel turns and looks behind at you, his normally bouncy hair weighted down and plastered to his face. Another clap of thunder rings as the rain soaks through you. It seeps all the layers of your clothing, through your jeans, through your socks, pooling in your boots.Â
Walking is becoming more difficult as your boots sink into the mud, your clothes are soaked through and heavy and your cumbersome backpack doesnât help. Youâre about to yell ahead, tell Joel it doesnât even matter anymore, that youâre too tired, but then you see the cabin.Â
Itâs a tiny little thing. The sheltered patio leads into one cozy room. To your right is a kitchenette, directly in front of you is a small living space, and further back, against the wall rests a bed. Thereâs a closed off area there as well, presumably a bathroom.Â
Joel crosses the cabin, his hand resting on the pistol holstered to his hip, and peers into the smaller room. His posture relaxes and he gives a quick nod. The cabin is safe.Â
You rest your rifle against the wall by the door and unceremoniously drop your bag. Relief spreads through your bones. You arch your back and stretch your arms upwards, pulling the muscles along your spine. You glance across the room and there it is againâJoel is watching you. His eyes travel your body and linger where your soaked top clings to your chest.
Heâs lost in the sight of you. You raise your arms higher, his gaze warming your cheeks and your core, and you push your chest further out to taunt him. The wet fabric is unforgiving and you're sure he can see your hardened nipples even from across the room.Â
You decide to break the silence. âYou think it will last long?â
Joel snaps to attention, his eyes finding yours as he runs his fingers through his hair. âHuh? What was that?â
âThe storm,â you pause to lick your lips. âDo you think itâll last long?â
Joel sets his backpack down at the head of the bed. âNot too sure,â he looks past you out the window at the turbulent weather, âregardless, we should stay here for the night.â He opens his bag and begins to rummage through it.Â
You nod as you walk over to the foot of bed. With your back facing him you sit on the edge. âIn that case Iâm gonna get out of these clothes.â
You wrap your fingers under the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. You toss the clothing and it lands with a loud slap on the wooden floor. After kicking off your boots and socks you lift your hips off the bed enough to push your jeans to your thighs. You struggle to get the tight and stiff wet denim off your legs.Â
You lean back on your forearms and look behind at Joel. Heâs suddenly very interested in his bag. You watch as he digs around, the muscles in his arms pressing against his tee. His face is glistening wet and it highlights the slope of his nose and the curve of his jaw. Heâs just as handsome as always.Â
âHey, Joel?â You bite your lip and wait for his attention.Â
His hands still as he looks down at you. âYes, sweetheart?â
The endearment makes your heart swell. You swing your dangling legs. âCan you help me out of these? Theyâre giving me trouble.â
He looks at the jeans halfway down your thighs. Youâve changed in front of Joel before but after last night, after spending so much time alone with him, things have gotten intimate. You feel exposed half undressed in your mismatched undergarments, but itâs also exciting and your breath quickens under Joelâs glare.Â
âYeah, I can help,â he nearly whispers. He drops his bag on the floor, the stuff within no longer important, and rounds the bed. You lift your legs when he gets close and await his touch.Â
He holds your ankles first. Gathering the material there, he attempts to pull, but the jeans barely move. So his hands climb up, over your calves, then behind your knees, and when they reach your thighs he pauses. He hooks onto the edge of the material, his thick fingers touching your bare skin, and pulls.
The jeans start to give way. As he tugs your body jostles, your breasts bouncing lightly in your worn bra, each jerk becoming more arousing. Once heâs peeled your pants off he discards them onto the floor along with your shirt.Â
âThere ya go,â he says as he comes between your legs and leans in. âWill you be needinâ anything else?â
He looks at you, his eyes intense and questioning. Heâs so close you can feel his body heat, even with his cool wet shirt brushing against your bare torso. A flash of lightning briefly brightens the room. You swallow hard and wait for the resounding thunder. You wonât repeat last night. You wonât let this moment pass.Â
âKiss me,â you whisper.Â
And suddenly Joelâs lips are pressed against yours. He kisses you hungrily, mashing himself against you, finally feeding the longing youâve both felt for some time. You part your mouth and allow his tongue entry as you melt into him. You explore each other, your hands running along his chest as youâre rendered breathless under his kissing. Your fingers tangle in his shirt. You pull at the fabric wanting to feel his skin against yours.Â
Joel breaks from the heated kiss and straightens his body. His eyes are dark and filled with lust as he yanks his shirt off. You watch him as you scoot back on the bed and fully lay down. He kicks off his boots and undoes his belt and jeans. His body is strong from years of manual labor. Thereâs a line of hair on his soft belly that trails under his boxers. Â
âWhat else do you need, sweetheart?â
You canât tell if the roaring in your ears is the sound of the rain or of your quickly beating heart. Joel waits for your answer as he unclips the gun holster from his belt and rests it on the floor. His hardening cock springs free when he drops his pants and boxers.Â
He strokes himself slowly and you watch as his cock gets harder in his grasp. You rub your thighs together, desperately seeking relief for the growing ache between your legs. You unclasp your bra and cup your breasts. Joel softly grunts when you pinch your nipples between your fingers.Â
The sight of him bare and beautiful leaves you breathless. He looks so handsome with his hair slicked back and glossy from the rain. The sight of his cock, hard and ready for you, sets you on fire. He licks his lips and all you can think about is those lips on you. On your mouth, on your tits, on your cunt. You have never wanted someone so badly.Â
âYou, Joel,â you finally say. âI need you.â
He smiles at your answer and makes his way onto the bed. He takes his time crawling up to you, planting kisses along the way. He pauses when he meets the apex of your legs.Â
His fingers curl around the band of your panties and he pulls them down and off. You open your legs, inviting him in, so desperate for his touch.Â
He looks up with hungry eyes. âI want to taste you,â he says as his fingers part your pussy lips, opening you even further for him.Â
Joel opens his mouth and presses his tongue against your cunt. He licks up, takes his time savoring you until he passes over your sensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation has you moaning and lifting your hips to meet his mouth.Â
âOh, Joel,â you whine as he continues sucking and licking you, alternating between the flat of his tongue and the point of his tip. One of his large fingers finds the entrance to your hole and pushes inside.Â
âFuck, youâre so wet for me already,â he mumbles into your folds. âOne of my fingers isnât enough, is it?â
Your hands run through his hair as he inserts another finger inside you, your walls clenching around him. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them into the spot within you that has you moaning his name.Â
Your pleasure grows as Joel finds his rhythm, his mouth and hand working together to bring you closer and closer to orgasm.Â
âPlease, Joel,â youâre begging, pleading with him. âDonât stop! Iâm so close, please donât stop!â
So he doesnât. His moans join your screams of pleasure until the pressure in your core finally snaps. Your back arches and your legs shake as your orgasm rips through you. Joelâs fingers continue to work through your high, prolonging your pleasure until your legs relax and your grip loosens from his hair.Â
âFuck,â you exhale as Joel crawls up, his strong body caging around you. He leans into you, the touch of his skin on yours and the weight of him soothing your body. He nestles his face into the crook of your neck as one of his hands squeezes your breast, his fingers playfully twisting your nipple.Â
Heâs planting kisses on you again, on your neck, along your jaw, then on your lips. You moan when you taste your own release on his tongue as he slips it between your lips. You spread your legs further underneath him, a fire burning in your core that only he can put out. His cock rests thick and hard between you.Â
âI still need you,â you whisper, lifting your hips to grind yourself against the length of him. You need all of him, every pound and every inch. You need his touch, his lips, his moans. You need him around you. You need him in you.Â
He grunts as you rub against him, your wet hole eager to be filled.Â
âI need you too,â he whispers back as he reaches in between your bodies. He grabs himself and aligns the thick head of his cock at your entrance.Â
You whimper as he slowly pushes himself inside you. Inch by inch your walls stretch to accommodate his shaft. Seeds of pleasure start to grow when heâs fully inserted into you.Â
Joel stills inside you and looks into your eyes. His face is twisted in bliss. âGoddamn, your pussy is squeezing me so tight,â he rasps. He sharply exhales when you flex your cunt around him.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. He begins to pump his hips then, making soft shallow thrusts until heâs gotten used to the feeling of you. He moans into your mouth as he picks up the pace, nearly pulling himself out of you entirely before plummeting back into your depths.Â
His dick is intoxicating. Waves of pleasure wash over you each time he rams himself deep in you. He fills you completely, your wet hole stretching around the length of him.Â
Joel begins stroking faster, his hips snapping into you at a blinding pace. Your fingers dig into his back when he rocks into the spot that makes you arch your back and moan his name.Â
He smiles, satisfied with the pleasure his cock gives you. âRight there?â He asks as he continues to mercilessly drill into you, pounding your sweet spot over and over again.Â
âYeaâoh my god, Joelâyes!â
Heâs already pushing you towards your next orgasm and he can sense it. He repositions your bodies, folding you nearly in half as he brings your knees up.Â
You scream out as the altered position lets him stroke deeper inside you. His cock hits your cervix, pain and pleasure meshing together, forcing you closer to the edge.Â
âYou like that, sweetheart?â Joel asks as your moans increase in volume. âLook at your pretty pussy juices making a mess⌠so fucking wet.â
You look down where the two of you are connected. You watch as he disappears inside you and then reappears again, shiny with your slick. The image makes your head spin.Â
âI⌠oh fuck! Iâm gonna⌠Iâm gonnaââ
âYouâre gonna cum on my cock for me? Huh?â His strokes are becoming more erratic, his own orgasm approaching. âGonna let me feel that pussy grip my dick while you cum?â
Joelâs filthy words combined with his dick destroying your cunt sends you over. You yell out as your orgasm knocks over you. Your pussy pulsates around Joel, pushing him over the edge. You milk his cock as he cums, his dick twitching inside you as his warm seed fills your hole.Â
The two of you lay there a while, Joel softening inside you as his body envelopes yours. When your body has relaxed and your breathing has slowed Joel softly presses his lips to yours. He rises and slowly pulls out. You feel your combined arousal spill out of you once heâs completely out of the warmth of your cunt. You immediately miss the fullness he gave you when he rolls over to lay beside you.Â
The storm continues on outside. Fat raindrops pellet the cabin and the wind rattles the windows. Staying in was a good call, the sky was already darkening with the approaching night.Â
You look over to Joel. His eyes are closed, his face is soft and relaxed. You donât think youâve ever seen him look so calm before.
âYâokay, sweetheart,â you ask, mirroring Joelâs words from last night.Â
Joel chuckles as he intertwines his fingers in yours. âYeah. I am now.â
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okay now i understand why the girls in the wilds had a competition for these bad boys
#sami rambles#tried them for the first time yesterday and they did Not disappoint#perfect amount of spice omg
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âŕź â KATSUKI BAKUGOU. the art of aftercare, love and food.
about. to katsuki bakugou, aftercare is just as important as making you feel good. and nothing beats aftercare more than a home cooked meal, made with love.
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw? characters in their 20s, suggestive, fluff, aftercare sessions, bakugou cooks for reader, established relationship, mentions of sex, afab!reader, pro hero!bakugou. i havenât written him in 4ever go easy on me </3!! wc: 400+
no matter how fucked out or pussy drunk he is, katsuki always makes you a meal after sex.
bakugouâs first instinct is to get you water, kiss your head and tell you what a good little thing youâve been for him. his baby always takes him so well. his baby deserves a treat.
once youâve calmed down enough, and heâs cleaned you up, he carries you to the kitchen with his infamous skull shirt draped over your twitching frame. he likes the way you sling your arms lazily over his broad shoulders and the way you nuzzle into his neck too â as if you canât get enough of him or need the blonde for comfort.
heâs careful when he sets you down on the counter â grabbing you a water bottle from the fridge and holding the cool plastic rim against your cherry bruised lips. âdrink,â he says, though itâs more like a caring command. âneed to keep you hydrated.â
katsuki keeps his touch gentle when he uses two fingers to tilt your head up, making sure you swallow down enough water to make him satisfied. heâll praise you, call you his good little baby and ask if he can leave you alone for a second to get your dinner started.
silence with katsuki is always comfortable, never awkward or weird after being so intimate and open with one another. the slight clang of ceramic cooking ware against one another fills your kitchen along with the scuff of his house slippers against your laminated floors. every so often, a kiss is delivered to your forehead, nose or cheeks as the blonde reaches up to grab spices from the cabinet above your head.
he lets you know that heâs still there, in small little ways.
bakugou knows not to spend too long on a meal after ravaging you. youâre always impatient and the food smells a little too good, making your tummy rumble and an adorable pout form on your lips. âsuch a brat, huh? even now,â he coos, flicking your nose as he slips between your legs. âtaste this fâme. wanna know if you think itâs ready.â
like a baby, he scoops a spoonful of broth or soup or stew or whatever you fancy that night, into your awaiting mouth â watching for that spark in your eyes or a brightened expression spreading across your face.
âgood?â
âgreat.â
he shares you out a portion, spending a good amount time feeding you before he has some of his own.
because katsuki bakugouâs love language is cooking â putting the perfect amount of time into creating the perfect meal is how he shows that he cares for you. and as you scarf down every bite, you know that each one was made with katsukiâs love for you.
ę° end. â all rights reserved Š tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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life truly changed when i learned about the starbucks brown sugar cinnamon oat milk shaken espresso
#iâve been going there for FOUR YEARS and iâve never found a drink that is worth the 6 dollars#personal#donât get me wrong i LIKE the cappuccinos and med roast coffee w caramel and milk#but this drink is so white girl and itâs actually GOOD omfg#i love it so much itâs so worth the money#plus iced coffee from starbucks tastes so watery itâs so gross#their espresso shots are good tho but the bs shaken one does it so good#the perfect amount of spice and sugar and coffeee and ALSO itâs oat milk so it doesnât taste milky
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The greatest BLT I ever had.
The sad part though? I can't remember where I had it. It was YEARS ago in another state I no longer live in but holy fucking shit balls bacon...
My beloved.
this is so real and never leaves me
#sandwiches#food#shut up sumi#it was somewhere in California#it was just#it was life changing#actually I think it wa smy first BLT EVER#which just made it that more special#the lettuce was so crisp and the tomatoes were firm and added the perfect sweetness and acidity#the mayo was spiced with something that made it tangy yet cooling on the tongue#AND THE BACON#fat slabs of the stuff#the bacon was still a bit warm#simple and no fluff#just the right amount of chew without being too floppy#the edges perfectly crispy#THERE WAS CHEESE#the bread was perfect and TOASTED#they did it RIGHT#gods I want a sandwich fuck me#reblog
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HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE september editionâ.ŕłŕż*:シđ
welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the september catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ⨠and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.
YOUR GUIDE TO VINTAGE GLAM ;
lately i've been OBSESSED with vintage glam. their makeup is so dramatized and utterly stunning and it just has this timeless elegance to it. so im super duper excited to dive into that in this catalogueâŚđŹđ
⥠a classic red lip
⥠winged eyeliner
⥠lush lashes
⥠defined brows (arched brows like betty boop)
⥠faux beauty marks
⥠soft eyeshadows
⥠a big bouncy blow out
⥠pearls and diamonds cuz diamonds are a girl's best friend
other details that can really capture the essence of a vintage glam look include pearl necklaces and earrings, cat-eye sunglasses, or a structured handbag. remember, its all about enhancing natural elegance with just the right amount of drama and UMPH.
you can see with this page of my fashion journal where i styled some vintage glam looks. so i incorporated silkier textures and long dresses for that old hollywood charm. idk what it is about hand gloves but they just SCREAM elegance and beauty so i incorporated that into the first outfit.
clutches are SO vintage glam and gorgeous and as u can see i incorporated pearls into the second outfit in the earrings, bracelet and neck piece.
FALL FASHION ;
fall fashion to me is tights and mini skirts. leg warmers and uggs and form fitting sweaters. letâs talk about some fall fashion. the tights and mini skirt combo is a classic and itâs an amazing way to incorporate wearing mini skirts even as the weather begins to get a little colder. the tights add a nice touch, even if it isnât the color of ur skin tone, tights IN GENERAL look rly nice.
ankle boots, ugg boots, BOOTS are so so fall. i rly love ankle boots that have a heel to them and bonus points if ur fall shoes include fur. the fall shoes on my shopping list are ->
ugg boots
ankle boots
mary jane style shoes
ballet flats
form fitting sweaters and jackets are so in for the fall. along with tracksuits. the color pallete for having a bambi doll fall are very much browns, cashmeres, and baby pink. honestly think of neapolitan colours. pink, brown and an off-whitish almost pastel yellow. think PASTRY PRINCESS.
baby phat puffers are perfect for the transition from fall to winter and a good pair of jeans is CRUCIAL for fall. another thing i wanna talk about with fall fashion is LAYERING. layering is such an important aspect of fashion period but ESPECIALLY fall fashion. experiment with different lengths, textures etc. one of my favorite layering combination during the fall is ->
long sleeve tops with a camisole underneath
a form fitting long sleeve top (the ones with buttons at the front) look so DOLLY and adorable when u dont button it, and wear a camisole underneath. its just MWAH. some more fall fashion details also include ->
fur details
ribbons and lace details
delicate jewelry choices
tights and leg warmers
layering
boots
neopolitan cinnamon princess color scheme
long sleeves
mini skirts + tights combo
BEING A HOTTIE THIS FALL ;
fall is such an easy season to romanticize! and what better way to romanticize the fall then to make a pinterest board or a mood board. in this section of the magazine lets talk about things that u can do this fall to make ur fall SUPER memorableâŚđŹđ
⥠make cinnamon rolls (recipe is in the section before horoscope)
⥠go apple picking
⥠read a spooky/mystery novel
⥠pumpkin spice latte!
⥠invest in a yummy fall scented candle and light it often to make ur space smell like fall
fall beauty incorporates things like nude lip combos, warmer scents and french tips!âŚđŹđ
⥠soft bouncy curls
⥠nude lip combos
i recommend the nyx butter gloss (madeleine) and the nyx chocolate lip liner for a pretty chocolaty look. if ur looking for another nude lip combo use the nyx butter gloss (angel food cake) and the nyx club hopper lip linerâŚđŹđ
⥠french tips
⥠nude colored manicures and pedicures
⥠coffin and stiletto shaped nails
CINNAMON ROLLS RECIPE ;
nothing screams fall to me more than cinnamon rolls. they're just so yummy and cinnamony and so FALL. so here is a recipe to make ur very own cinnamon rolls this fall.
⥠in a mixing bowl, add 1 cup of warm milk
⥠1/4 cup of sugar and 2 1/2 teaspoons of active dry yeast and give it a little mix
now set this aside for 5 minutes or until its frothed up. if it DOESNT froth up then ur yeast is not okay and ur gonna have to start againâŚđŹđ
⥠4 2/3 cups of all purpose flour, 1/3 cup packed light brown sugar, 1/2 teaspoon of salt, half a teaspoon of cinnamon
⥠melt half a cup of butter and add it into the dry mixture and mix everything together in ur mixer but dont mix before adding 1 large egg and a tablespoon of vanilla extract
⥠now turn on ur mixture and knead the dough until its tacky but doesnt stick to ur fingers
⥠now get an oiled up bowl and put the dough in, and cover with a sheet. put it in a warm place so that then ur dough can rise (1 1/2 - 2 hours)
the reason why u have to wait so long is cuz the yeast is working rly hard to break down things like the milk and the butter so just be patient and excited cuz its gonna taste so goodâŚđŹđ
⥠combine 1/2 cup of light brown sugar, 1 1/2 tablespoons of cinnamon and mix together with a fork
⥠once ur dough is done, make sure u flour up ur clean counter and put the dough onto it. with floured hands pat the dough and shape it, just kinda flatten it out
⥠spread out super soft butter across the dough and spread the cinnamon sugar we made over the dough in a nice even layer and once you've done that its time to roll the dough into a cylinder
⥠next butter ur baking dish, cut ur cinnamon rolls with some dental floss or string and place them in the dish, and make sure u give them room to grow
⥠cover them with a sheet again and put them in a warm place for 1 hour so that they can rise, once you've done that put them in the oven at 350 degrees for 20- 25 minutes
while the cinnamon rolls are baking, we'll make a luscious cream cheese icing to go on top of the cinnamon rolls once they're doneâŚđŹđ
⥠combine 2 tablespoons of softened butter, along with 4 ounces of softened cream cheese, a pinch of salt and a teaspoon of vanilla extract and mix it with a hand mixer
⥠add 2 cups of powdered sugar and add a bit of milk as needed. if u want a thicker icing or a thinner one
⥠lastly add ur icing all over the top of ur cinnamon rolls once they're out of the oven and ENJOY
WHATS MY HOROSCOPE (SEPTEMBER 27-31) ;
⥠for virgo, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your self-esteem and natural talents are activated. with the ability to earn money and achieve success heightened, abundance flows. just be sure youâre saving, budgeting, and making wise investments. venus moves into scorpio on the same day, energizing your communication zone. surface-level connections will fall flat as you crave deeper, more intimate conversations. mercury enters libra on september 26, enhancing your powers of negotiation and manifestation.
⥠for aries, the energy changes when the sun enters libra on the twenty-second, activating your relationship sector. use this opportunity to strengthen your closest bonds, form alliances, and bring your romantic visions to life. venus enters scorpio the same day to awaken your realm of intimacy and money. you could find yourself drawn to mysterious people or situations. venus in motivated scorpio elevates your drive, making you an unstoppable force, especially regarding manifestation. this is an excellent time to negotiate. mercury enters libra on september 26, adding a dash of charm to communication with your loved ones.
⥠for taurus, the sun enters libra on september 22 and brings warmth to your realm of service and self-love. strive to create a healthy work/life balance. your relationships deepen when venus enters scorpio later the same day, bringing intensity to your closest connections. you could feel a stronger desire for intimacy and a pull toward mystery and secrets. be conscious of codependency and unrealistic expectations. mercury moves into harmony-seeking libra on september 26, encouraging solutions and charisma within your relationships.
⥠for gemini, youâre full of joy, creativity, and romance when the sun enters libra on september 22, activating your happiness sector. inspiration will be heightened, so pay attention to your ideas. when venus enters scorpio on the same day, itâs time to turn your attention inward. your desire to explore the depths of your mind, body, and soul intensifies, making this an excellent time to embrace self-care practices that promote greater self-love. mercury enters libra on september 26, awakening your charisma and warmth in communications.
⥠for cancer, when the sun enters air sign libra on september 22, youâll feel ready to cozy up with your loved ones and enjoy the comforts of your environment. with your zone of intuition activated, your emotions will be powerful. venus enters scorpio on the same day, and your creativity will skyrocket. if you crave more romance, initiate it. mercury enters libra on september 26, encouraging you to share your real feelings.
⥠for leo, when the sun enters libra on september 22, youâll feel eager to express your incredible ideas and connect with others. activating your communication sector, the libra sun enhances your natural charisma and creates ease in conversations. venus enters mysterious scorpio on the same day, prompting you to reflect on your emotional needs. your heart requires you to be assertive, especially with loved ones. mercury moves into peace-loving libra on september 26, inviting you to communicate from a place of neutrality.
⥠for libra, the sun enters your sign on september 22, ushering in a brand-new cycle. youâre the star of the show and your powers of manifestation are heightened. get ready for an exciting new chapter full of opportunity! venus enters scorpio on the same day, enhancing your ability to earn money. mercury enters your sign on september 26, which gives you the gift of clarity. share your ideas and express yourself. you will be well received.
⥠for scorpio, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your need for retreat and soul-searching is highlighted. over the next few weeks, youâll find the most peace during moments of relaxation. the libra sun activates your imagination, so allow yourself moments to get lost in fantasy and embrace the fluidity and surrender it brings. venus enters your sign on the same day, prompting you to ardently pursue your deepest desires and ask for what you want. mercury enters libra on september 26, helping you process your subconscious thoughts.
⥠for sagittarius, youâre ready to connect with friends when the sun enters libra on september 22, energizing your zone of community. itâs an excellent time to collaborate with others and show up on social media. venus enters scorpio and your privacy sector on the same day, prompting you to take intentional time alone to get clear on your emotional needs. mercury enters libra on september 26, and exciting conversations take place.
⥠for capricorn, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your career and goals come into focus. youâre especially magnetic and charming, which bodes well for negotiations. find ways to creatively showcase your gifts and embrace your people skills to achieve success this season. recognition arrives when you show up confidently, so find ways to empower yourself. venus enters scorpio on the same day, bringing intimacy to your friendships. mercury moves into libra on september 26, offering you clarity on your goals and the ability to plan them.
⥠for aquarius, imagination and creativity are the keys to your success. youâll feel ready for expansion and adventure when the sun enters libra on september 22, energizing your zone of exploration. plan an exciting excursion with loved ones or book a spiritual retreat. personal freedom will feel important for you, so be mindful of overcommitting yourself to serious tasks that feel like burdens. venus enters scorpio later the same day, motivating you to make power moves in your career. mercury enters libra on september 26, boosting your ability to learn quickly.
⥠for pisces, when the sun enters libra on september 22, your sights will be set on resources and intimacy. when it comes to your closest bonds, youâll crave lots of privacy. your approach to money will feel more solution based, and you could tap into a new revenue stream. venus enters scorpio the same day, inviting you to take a chance. mercury moves into libra on september 26, activating your need for deep conversations.
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You were standing in the kitchen, your shirt exposing your shoulders whilst leaving a majority of your back uncovered. You were cutting up veggies for dinner, swaying back and forth as you hummed a tune that was stuck in your head, not realizing he was standing behind you and gazing at your figure lovingly, admiring your fluid movements...
Malleus
He smiles gently. He loves moments like this, walking in on you doing something so mundane made the rhythm of his heart even out with tranquility. Next thing he knew he was behind you, bending over to allow hands to wrap around your waist. You let out a startled gasp, halting your movements. Malleus then pressed his lips gently against your shoulder, planting a gentle yet warm kiss. You blushed and leaned your head towards his, chuckling at his sudden affection.
"You're skin looks soft right now...if you're not careful, I believe you may be eaten by a dragon," He joked. You chuckled and rolled your eyes, your hands continuing to work on the meal at hand.
"Would you like to help me?" You asked with affection in your tone, turning your head enough to give him a kiss upon his cheek. He smiled at this before standing up straight, heading towards his apron hanging up.
"I'd love to, dearest."
Lilia
The short Fae hovered over to you eagerly as you worked the veggies you cut into the pan, however you already knew his tactics. You turned around swiftly spatula in hand, quickly knocking whatever monstrosity was in his hand. You were successful and causing him to drop the strange shaker of spices he had attempted to sneak into your dish. He raised an eyebrow as you turned back around with the roll of your eyes before sneaking his arms around your waist and his lips heading towards the crook of your neck.
"You're getting better at that," He chuckled, "Although I'm feeling a little rejected! This meal could of course use some more ingredients...that dried lizard skin spice I acquired is supposed to be incredibly good for you. I was rather excited to try it..." You huffed in exasperation, not replying to his antics. You hadn't much of a reaction until you felt his teeth grazing your shoulder , biting down. You hissed slightly, giving him a side glare.
"What a glare! I couldn't help myself my little bat. You look far more appetizing than food right now..."
Trey
"Are you making dinner?" The voice of your loving boyfriend called out, walking over to you before putting on an apron and taking out various amount of ingredients. You glanced over at him before grimacing slightly.
"Trey..." You said hesitantly, "if you keep insisting on making dessert every night, I'm going to inevitably gain a lot more weight than I want to..." Trey looked startled at this, turning to you with eyes wide open with shock. He immediately rushed to your side, giving you a brisk embrace. His hands held you around your sides as he caressed your hips lovingly, planting a kiss on your forehead.
"Don't worry about that," Trey said, pushing his glasses up and onto his head , staring into your eyes with nothing short of affection, "What matters is you enjoy what you're eating. I won't force you of course, but if gaining weight is what you're worried about, get that out of your head right now." He used his strong arms to hold you tightly to his chest, his lips trailing kisses down your jaw. You smiled and hugged him back, taking in his warmth. He always knew how to make you feel loved as he whispered into your ear, "you're perfect..."
Rook
He spent a few moments simply basking in your beauty, staring at you with his hands folded leaning against the frame of the kitchen door. He could honestly stare at you like this all day, he never was bored of you in any way shape or form. He finally took a few steps forward into the kitchen, arms widening as if ready to give you a hug.
"ChĂŠri," He called out. You gasped and dropped your spoon, turning around before your face lighting up at the sight of your loving boyfriend. You eagerly jumped into his arms, Rook catching you with ease and his lips pressing a firm kiss against your forehead. "Is that chicken fricassĂŠe I smell? My dear you know my heart~" You chuckled and looked up at the (rather dirty) male.
"How was hunting? Successful I presume?"He gave you a nod and hummed peacefully, leaning over to give you a kiss before your hands interupted him, your finger held up to prevent him from planting that kiss. "Great!" You said, "Which means you get to shower and clean up. You smell like rode kill." Rook dramatically tilted his head back and placed his hands over his heart, acting as if he were in pain.
"Oh you wound me!" He cried out, before chuckling and turning on his heel, "then I shall be quick! I wish to claim that kiss as soon as I can~"
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