#steam the batter to make fluffy

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[fuckingrecipes]

How the heck do you bake with cold butter? Doesn’t it just sit there and not mix with anything? I can never get it to do what I think the recipe wants it to do.

Cold butter DOESN't incorporate fully into the batter, and that's the point.

Unmelted, hard butter creates little layers and pockets throughout the dough, and those pockets of butter create steam when it melts in the oven to make fluffy moist pockets of air. It's used often in scones, flaky pie crust, biscuits, and especially croissants.

Those recipes often also recommend you put the dough into the fridge, to really cool it off and KEEP the butter cold before baking it. This firms up the dough's texture, and it's less likely to spread out as much, compared to a dough that's baked starting at room temp.

Pie doughs particularly, may even ask for freezer-cold dough. This is essential for very fine flakes that are defined enough to HOLD UP to a filling being put on top of it.

Croissants are very well-known for their super flaky interiors.

This is achieved by rolling dough flat, making a sheet of cold butter and then folding the dough and sheet several times, rolling it out so it forms many thin layers of cold butter, between the dough. It can become a multi-day process because you have to regularly chill the dough to keep the butter from warming up too much.

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Most recipes will say you need to dice the cold butter, slice it into sheets, or warm it to just barely cooler than room temp so you can smush into a shape (like the croissant's butter-sheet), then chill again to be cold.

[januaryembrs]

Any fluffy sweet Drabble about the moon boys 🫡

SWEET MORNINGS | Marc Spector x reader

description: the boys wake up to their girlfriend making breakfast, too bad she has no clue which boy is fronting that morning

length: 1.1k

warnings: representation of DID, Marc's slight self loathing (it's Marc idk what to say). Writer has never experienced DID so I am going off the show

He woke up peacefully, which had once been a fleeting dream in itself for a man like him. He’d spent years jumping at the smallest sounds, flinching at voices and footsteps, ready to be up and out of bed within a moment’s notice. Yet, when his eyes slowly blinked out of the reverie of sleep, he heard her humming along to the radio, already half way through the song, heard her socks sliding against the kitchen floor as she whirled around the stove, and the smell of pancakes and coffee hit him with full force. 

His lips drew into a smile before he even knew it, and he was drawing the covers back, her side of the bed not entirely freezing which told him she’d been up about twenty minutes. Marc grabbed his shirt off the floor, the same one Steven used to sprinkle with sand when he had no idea about their coexistence, only two years later, it was scrubbed clean, even with a pretty, knit rug you’d bought from your apartment when you moved in. 

Tugging it over his head, he padded into the living room, where he could already see your form where you danced around the kitchen, entirely unaware of his approach. He’d been trying to teach you self defence, said you needed to learn to have a sixth sense when it came to people on your tail, because he had a tendency to worry about you more than Steven and Jake did. But maybe it was the fact he had naturally light footsteps, or maybe it was the fact you knew in the comfort of your home he would always be there to protect you, either way your guard was entirely down by the time he swooped behind you, grabbing you in a warm, soft hug, pressing kisses down the side of your bare neck and onto your shoulder. 

“Morning,” His voice was muddied with sleep, and he cleared his throat, hoping to take some of the husk out of it despite the fact you whirled around to look at him with something that told him just what you thought of his rumbling voice. 

“Morning, honey,” You said, pressing a small kiss to his lips, your hand still on the frying pan that he now realised had been filled with mini-chocolate pancakes, the batter sizzling and cracking in the oil, “You hungry?” 

Marc wasn’t really listening as he gave a ‘mhm’, too busy burying his nose in the crook of your neck and jaw, kissing lazily there as he tightened his grip on your waist. 

His gaze fell on the counter after a moment, the blueberry porridge Steven went crazy for already dished up in the little purple bowl you’d painted for him for their birthday, whirled of steam coming off the breakfast that was slowly turning a cornflour colour with the chopped fruit swirling in the centre. 

“Sorry, baby, I think Steven’s still sleeping, I can try ask him-” He started as you used a spatula to quickly flip the pancakes, their underside a golden brown that made his mouth water.

“Oh, don’t worry. I wasn’t sure who was joining me for breakfast, or if all of you wanted something, so I made a bit of everything,” You said, smiling at him as you turned the gas down and spun in his arms, batting your eyes at him with an innocent smile, “Chocolate pancakes for you, blueberry oatmeal for Steven and a black coffee for Jake since I know you guys got mad last time we had bacon together,”

“What a woman,” Jake’s voice was a growl of appreciation that Marc couldn’t help but agree with, and he was quick to lean in to steal a handful of long kisses, grabbing the soft plush of your hips with feather light fingers and pulling you towards him, “Ay, Romeo, your pancakes are burning.”

You sprung away from him like you’d heard the alter yourself, your eyes wide in surprise, “Your pancakes are burning!” 

He heard Jake chuckle and a smile made it’s way onto his face as you fretted over whether the brown was where the chocolate had melted or if the mix had singed, but Marc thought he might just eat anything you gave him because you poured so much love and affection into it he couldn't help but think it tasted divine. 

“Marc, I’m sorry, I know we have the no hogging the body rule and I got to have her all last night, but please let me have just a few bites- o-or atleast ask her to save it for me, that stuff smells delicious,” Steven seemed to be wide awake and kicking at the sight of food, and Marc sighed, reaching out with one hand to swoop your hair off your neck as he kissed the very top of your spine. 

“Steven asks if we could save him the blueberry oatmeal since it’s my turn to spend time with you,” He said gently, and he feels you smile before he sees it, the way your cheeks crinkle and pull tightly. 

“Of course I can, baby, I’ll put it in the fridge,” You said, despite the fact the man was inside the body, scooping the little circular goods onto two plates for both of you. Turning to set the plates on the table, Marc grabbed two glasses out of the cabinet, opening the fridge door with a rattle as the magnets clasped pictures of the two of you to the cooler. 

“Orange or apple juice?” He asked, pulling the former out of the side drawer for himself. 

“Orange, please,” You replied politely, grabbing some cutlery out and laying it beside his plate. 

The two of you sat down finally, Marc sliding the filled glass over to your half of the dinner table and allowing himself to just watch as you picked up your knife and fork, digging into the chocolatey breakfast before it went cold. 

He never deserved any of this, the light touches and the breakfasts and the devotion and the way you put him on a pedestal. But sitting in the slow hum of the radio, the most obscure top hundreds playlist he thinks you could have chosen, he bit into his pancake, his tongue exploding with sugary yumminess, as you told him the weird dream you’d had about him becoming some kind of half horse, centaur type man and how you wondered if he would wear jeans on the front legs, the back legs, or if you would have to have custom, four legged bottoms made for him. 

The two of you laughed, because he didn’t quite understand what had gotten him so lucky as to end up with you. He could get used to all this.

[cottonlemonade]

When He Babysits His Niece

word count: 1278 || avg. reading time: 5 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Atsumu x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: a whisper of spoilers

synopsis: Atsumu finally has the opportunity to hit on you

The Official Version of Events

You stood in line waiting for your turn. It was a pleasant midsummer afternoon and your usual way home brought you through a little park. Children were yelling and laughing as they zipped in and out of couples going for a stroll or people walking their dogs.

A playful breeze tugged at your hair when the elderly woman manning the dorayaki cart told you she‘d have to prepare a new batch and it would take a moment. As the batter sizzled away on the hot stove you fished your phone out of your pocket.

With your mind on the movie night you had planned with your friends that evening, you checked the takeout menus of your usual places to see what you could be in the mood for when suddenly a little black haired blur in a pink tutu over jeans wooshed by and hid behind you, giggling wildly.

"Uhm, hi.", you said, uncertainly.

The little girl gave a tiny bow, said "Hello.", before grabbing another handful of jacket and hiding her face in the folds.

You scanned the people nearby, trying to make out someone who belonged to the child.

"Where are your mom and dad?"

"Kobe."

Well, that might present a problem. This was Osaka.

"Did you come with friends?"

The little girl shook her head at this absurd idea.

"No, my uncle."

"Kaidaaa!"

A young man, visibly distressed, jogged along the path, craning his neck left and right, calling the name over and over.

The girl, obviously “Kaidaaa”, giggled again and hid around the corner of the cart, her bright blue sneakers still very visible.

You waved the young man over, pointing subtly to the mischief maker.

When he reached you, he doubled over, catching his breath and with the most relieved expression you had ever seen on a person he just said, "Ya take Hide and Seek way too seriously."

"Yer just real bad at playin‘.", the little girl said matter of factly and with an added shrug bit into a steaming red bean bun the cart lady must have snuck to her. You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing at the man's offended look.

“I really like your tutu.“, you said to make conversation and Kaida smoothed it out proudly.

“It‘s for my birthday.“

“Oh, it‘s your birthday?“

“No.“ Wow, this girl gave anyone a run for their money. “My birthday was last week, but uncle couldn‘t be there so we celebrate this weekend.“

“Ah, I see. That‘s very nice of him.“ The guy gave you a half smile, obviously very satisfied with himself.

“He got me a scooter!“, she told you excitedly, “And the wheels glow in the dark!“

“That‘s so cool!“

“Well, I wanted to getcha a pony“, her uncle said, picking his niece up like a cat and dangling her in front of him, feet swinging like a pendulum while she still nibbled on the rest of her dorayaki, “but yer dad said something about that being impractical.“

Uncle and niece made a tsk sound and said “so lame“ in unison. It was obviously a thing between the two of them.

“How many did you want, dearie?“, the elderly lady asked while she generously spread the thick dark red paste between two fluffy pancakes.

“Five, please.“, you said, then quickly raised your hands and added, “They‘re not all for me! I‘m having some friends over later.“

The guy set down his niece. “Too bad.“, he said with that half smirk again, “I was gonna ask if ya wanted to join us for some ice cream.“

You felt your heart do a little flip at the prospect. You couldn‘t remember the last time you got flirted with, let alone by anyone nearly as handsome as him.

When the lady handed you the paperbag with the pastries the guy said, “Ya think, I could get yer number? We could get some ice cream tomorrow?“

His niece got very bouncy at the idea and put her hands together in a plea, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes.

“Please excuse her.“, the guy said, putting his large hand on her face and pushing her gently behind him which she found hilarious, “She doesn‘t get fed anything otherwise.“

You laughed and after a second thought nodded. Once you put your number into his phone and paid the lady, you waved goodbye to the both of them, grinning from ear to ear.

As you walked off you heard her ask, “Did I do good?“ and when you turned around he quickly swooped her up around the middle and carried her away as if she didn‘t weigh more than a pillow, calling over his shoulder, “I‘ll call ya later, byeeee!“

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What actually happened:

“How come ya don‘t have a wife?“, Kaida asked as she linked a dandelion with a daisy, “Is it because yer hair looks funny?“

Atsumu stopped in the middle of braiding her ponytail.

“Oi, yer on real thin ice, pipsqueak.“, he said threateningly, his desired effect somewhat diminished a second later by the flower crown she placed on his “funny lookin‘ hair“.

She crawled into his lap and posed for a silly selfie he immediately uploaded to his socials, joining the many - many - previous pictures just like this one.

Putting his phone away again he snuggled her closer and together they relaxed in the shade of a tree for a while. Then he suddenly perked up.

He watched you walk past them and get in line at a street cart a little further down the path.

This was perfect! For weeks he had been trying to get your attention! But no matter how cool and stoic he looked while stretching for his morning runs or how often he exposed his abs when pretending to wipe sweat off his face after a jog, you never noticed him. To be fair, he had gotten a bunch of other admirers this way but he had his eyes set on you so what did he care?

A plan quickly formed in his mind.

“Hey, Kai. Do me a favor?“

“No.“, she mumbled, curling up against his chest.

“Come on. Whaddaya want? Name yer price.“

“Can we order pizza for dinner?“

“I was gonna cook for ya, princess.“, he said with a definite pout in his voice.

“That‘s why I want pizza…“, Kai noted coldly.

He sighed. “Fine. Pizza.“

“And fries!“

“And fries.“, he muttered absently. Atsumu didn‘t take his eyes off you, all but biting his lips at how good your curves looked in those jeans. What he wouldn‘t give to put his head on your soft pudgy tummy after a long hard practice.

“Throw in some gummibears and ya‘ve got yerself a deal.“

They shook on it and Atsumu detailed his plan. She listened excitedly.

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> once you’re dating, Atsumu slips Kaida snacks and money whenever she calls you “aunt”

> Osamu tells the story of the dorayaki cart at every family gathering and eventually at your wedding when he is making his toast as the best man

> Atsumu asked Kaida 100% to help him with his proposal

> Kaida is the flower girl at the wedding

> later she will loudly sigh how she so wishes for a little cousin since her parents don’t plan on giving her a sibling

(Atsumu: “YES, OF COURSE WE’LL GET YA A COUSIN!”, you: “We’ll think about it.”, your husband: “So it’s a yes.”, You, laughing: “I’m thinking, Tsumu!”)

> he’ll “borrow” Kai even more often from then on to show you what a great dad he would be and eventually Kai gets her wish when you and Atsumu walk in at Christmas holding your twins

a/n: thanks to @makkir0ll for spinning the post story headcanons out of control, so I just had to add some! 🌟

[diejager]

1: I love your blog so much you are awesome.

2: Can I be added to the cod tag lists?

3: Idea for venom-hunter fic: the boys don’t know venom auto-heals and they watch Hunter get like… shot or sm and freak out and it’s angsty but it’s ok bc they heal right away and it’s fluffy in the end (popped into my head and I wanted to share)

1: Hi Parker! I love you too☺️ 2: I’m sorry I didn’t see this before now, but of course! I added you.

What if Hunter was Venom? Pt.2

Pairing: Monster 141 + Horangi & König x reader

Cw: blood, injury, canon-typical violence, gutting, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 1.3k

Price felt his age catch up to him when he watched an enemy unload his whole mag into your - Venom’s - chest, the dark skin rippling at the surface like water breaking with every drop. He knows that under the surface was your body, hidden under his mass and strength, but Price was still worried. How couldn’t he worry when he kept you so close to his heart?

Even after watching Venom rip apart the men who shot at him - you - spraying their guts around the area, blood painting over the grey asphalt, dripping down from the tip of his claws. Venom was a menace from close up as he was from afar, he could spot anyone from kilometres away as long as he had a clear view, Venom could hear so clearly, his ears much more attuned to your environment and danger.

You could easily be sent out alone in some situations, Venom coming in to help whenever he thought you were in danger, forcefully or not. They could hear the crackle over the coms, Gaz spotting your form jumping from one building to the other, swinging from tree to tree or rushing through the enemy line like a battering ram, something that König was extremely proud of seeing as a battering ram himself.

They learned from you that Venom feared fire, the flames would burn him, disintegrating to ash - it was a painful death - and loud sounds, high-pitched ringing that would make both you and him scream out in pain. Venom wouldn’t die from the loud sound itself, but every moment spent outside a compatible host was a second closer to dying. It was loud and painful, the pitch ringing in your heads until you completely separated, but even then, you’d still hear that incessant sound echoing in your head.

So there wasn’t much to be scared about, worry indeed, but never fear for your life when they had Venom to watch over you, he was fiercely protective of you, so much so that it rivalled their own. Other times, Price would put you in a squad of three or two men, making sure that you wouldn’t be put in a dangerous situation.

It worked for the most part an unknown contractor paid to hunt you down and get Venom to the rich scientist who was obsessed with the alien that he hosted and any other. They were taught the non-lethal way of neutralising Venom, to get both of you back to the labs to study. They would cut you open, probe your insides and possibly break you in ways that scared them, it forced Price to keep you beside Ghost or König at all times, two giant monsters scaring anything and everything around you. It would keep the threats away until they absolutely had to keep you safely hidden.

But it seemed that the PMC had found you before they could do anything, your scream piercing the field, a painful screech following yours. The ringing of what seemed like a high-frequency machine hurt their ears from afar, the painful sound made them curl inward, wincing with a loud pulse in their ears. No wonder Venom was deathly scared of high frequencies, it probably hurt both of you more than them from how close and how strong your hearing was.

Those who were able to, dropped what they were doing to reach you, alarm and fear wracking their minds. Gaz left his perch, flying in the open without any protection, an easy target for any snipers. Soap rushed towards you, hastily transformed with his body still steaming hot, his jaw snapping at everything. Alejandro and Rudy weren’t far behind, the nagual making his own path with Rudy following close behind him. Horangi tore his way beside König, his clothes drowning in blood, their bodies smelling strongly of ichor, a metallic smell. Price had to drop everything he was doing - transferring the encrypted intel from the database to the hard drive - to come to your aid, the only relief he had was the knowledge that Ghost was assigned to your side, your bodyguard.

When they reached you, they saw Ghost trying his best to take down as many people as he could that stood between him and your safety, and you - your situation looked dire - were still screaming, Venom’s black mass being slowly torn from you, throwing you left and right. It was chaotic, watching you sway around, hand clutching your head and face screwed in pain, even he seemed in pain. You and Venom were fundamentally connected, mind and body working as one, your cells sewed to his goop and his strength flowing in your blood.

In a frenzy, they fought to get to you, blood splattered and abdomens gutted, a stinging pain pulsing in their chest that only seemed to grow stronger with every second they heard you wail, choked sobs to cling onto the symbiote who made himself at home inside your body, to hold onto the creature you dubbed your own. Despite the semblance of success, they were panicking, booming orders shot across the field and over the heads of dying men, their shots were hastily landed and randomly aimed as if they were fresh-faced rookies rather than scarred and experienced mercenaries. 

In the chaos of screams and shouts, Soap managed to destroy the machine, taking away the enemy’s only source of protection against Venom, but they couldn’t celebrate just yet, they had to finish this off before another echo was let out. 

“Shoot them now!” 

A booming shot followed closely after the order, a thick accented voice calling for whoever it was to shoot you down before you got away. You flinched back, curling forward in a coughing fit, sickly and wet coughs from your blood-filled lungs. You spat out red, tears rolling down your cheeks as you gasped for a breath, laboured and shallow breathing. You felt like you were drowning, dying by the one thing that kept you warm and alive, the life-giving and oxygen-rich ichor; it clogged up Soap and König’s nose, the retching of their throats and the heaviness in their stomach made them want to vomit, to force out the anxiety and terror in their bodies.

Little One, it was Venom, his voice laced with worry and exhaustion. 

“Please, Venom,” you rasped, blood trickling down your chin as you clutched your open wound, fingers stained as red as your vest and jacket were. 

Everyone watched Venom swallow you, darkness exploding from your back to wrap around you, covering you in layer upon layer of alien mass, forming a protective shield around you. Within seconds, venom came out screeching, large, white eyes squinted accusingly, jaws filled with long, serrated teeth opened threateningly and claw-tipped hands pointed at the ones who made you cry. He thrashed, breaking apart the many groups they formed and cutting through them ruthlessly, deaf to the silent screams and blind to the terror-filled look he received. Venom’s only priority was to exact revenge on the ones who hurt you and protect you. 

He sunk back into you, letting you slump over, falling into Price’s arms, his worried mumbles about your injury and state filled your ears. He shook off your vest and patted you down, searching for the entry wound on your chest, hands moving frantically and ordering the others to hover around you, boxing you in for your own safety. He went on for a few, confusion growing more and more when he couldn’t find the bullet hole. 

“ ‘m fine, Cap’n,” you mumbled, eyes closed as you slumped over him, thrusting him to keep you on your feet even after you slipped away to sleep off your exhaustion. 

“You’re bleeding,” Price hissed, hands grasping your biceps. “Stay awake, love. We can’t have you falling asleep with this.”

“He healed me,” you grumbled, hurrying your head under Price’s chin, nosing at his warm skin for comfort. “Venom.”

He sighed, worry shifting off his shoulders, replacing it with relief. Knees bending, he picked you up, one hand under your knees and the other pressing you to his chest, rumbling with soft purrs to smooth the frown on your face. He nodded at the others, Rudy calling for exfil as they moved, covering you as much as they could at the LZ, waiting for the beating rotors of Nick’s favourite helicopter.

“Let’s go home.”

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[magicalmutants]

I BLOCK MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS

Thinking about coming back home after a long and exhausting mission when you’re battered and bruised with aching muscles and you’re so tired that you can hardly put a coherent thought together that doesn’t revolve around sleeping or being in your boyfriend’s arms.

Your feet drag on the floor as you shuffle into your silent apartment and all the lights are off except a dim glow coming from the bedroom, which you make your way towards. You hear the shower running in the bathroom and once you reach the door, you push it open to enter the warm, steamy haze that smells dizzyingly like the shower products Suguru uses as you spot him behind the fogged up glass to your shower. You can make out the hazy outline of his lithe body, his side profile to you as he washes his jet black hair, which provides a brilliant contrast to his pale skin. Almost unconsciously, you shed you clothes on the bathroom floor and walk towards the shower, sliding the glass door open and stepping inside.

Now you see him clearly and in sharp detail. Suguru’s eyes are closed as he washes his hair, his back to the hot stream of water. It’s even warmer and hazier in the shower and you already feel your tired and aching muscles start to relax, but whether that’s from seeing you boyfriend or the warmth of the shower, you don’t know. The steam from the hot water is illuminated by the warm glow of the bathroom lights as it curls around Suguru’s head, almost looking like a sort of halo to your tired eyes. And how fitting that is, you think to yourself. A halo for your angel.

Because that’s what he was, after all— your angel. He was the lighthouse in the dark sea that the Jujutsu world can so often be for sorcerers. He was your home. The other half of your soul. You would always find a way to crawl back into his arms. You find yourself reaching for him, the object of your devotion. You reach for his slick, muscular chest, marred by two scars in an X shape — a reminder that you were his saving grace as much as he was yours. He looks so beautiful. He always looks so beautiful.

When Suguru hears the door slide open, he opens his eyes to find you reaching for him with tears in your tired ones. He immediately pulls you into his embrace as he softly tells you he’s glad you’re home, placing a kiss to the top your head. You melt into his embrace, letting him support pretty much your whole body weight. It’s all you can do to keep your legs from buckling in relief. This is where you belong. In Suguru’s arms, enveloped by him so totally and completely. His scent, his warmth, his voice, his body, him. You feel a lump form in your throat as you nuzzle further into his chest.

Suguru coos at his tired girl as he praises you for how well you did on your mission. He reaches for your shampoo bottle and takes some into his hands and begins to massage it into your scalp, all while you cling to his chest. You feel the tension begin to melt from your muscles as he continues his ministrations while telling you how much he’s missed you and how you don’t have to worry about a thing, because he’s going to take care of you.

Your eyelids get heavier and heavier in the warmth of the shower while your boyfriend’s sweet words swirl around the enclosed space along with the steam, his hands and lips on various parts of your body as he continues to clean you up. You sway suddenly, but he steadies you, letting out a quiet chuckle and telling you to just wait two seconds because you’re almost done.

Finally, the shower is turned off and you’re wrapped in a fluffy towel and sat on the bathroom counter while Suguru gently brushes your hair and teeth and works moisturizer into your warmed skin, all the while telling you how good you’re being for him, how proud he is of you for finishing your mission so soon, and how much he loves you. His eyes beam with adoration, even while yours blink open slowly every so often, forcing yourself to stay awake.

Finally, with a gentle kiss to your lips, and a soft let’s get you to bed, Suguru carries you to your shared bed and wraps the two of you up in your puffy duvet. You curl into him as you finally drift off to sleep, lulled into complete bliss by his soft voice and his gentle hands.

[feyburner]

im the sponge cake/baking amateur anon and omg thank you so much for your words and recipes!!! i will definitely start making little things and try not to freak out and instead embrace this new hobby with all its fluctuations…i will definitely keep coming back here for questions and recipes if you don’t mind 🫡🫡🫡

Of course, anytime. Don’t worry, just start with the basics and build from there. It gets easier and more intuitive every time you do it—and there are SO many types of things you can bake, you’ll never get bored. Don’t like baking cookies? Pivot to cake, pastry, pies, bread. Think about what flavors you like and find recipes that highlight those flavors.

Oh a couple more pieces of advice:

1. ALWAYS read through the ENTIRE recipe at least 2x before starting.

2. Mise en place! Gather all the ingredients together before you begin—so you don’t get halfway through only to realize you’re out of baking powder.

Here’s my recipe for Chocolate Velvet Cake. It’s a deep, dark, rich chocolate cake. Pictured here with Whipped Cream Cream Cheese Frosting, one of the only frostings I have ever liked.

CHOCOLATE VELVET CAKE

makes 2 x 8-9” cake layers

INGREDIENTS

2 cups (240g) AP flour

1 cup (200g) white sugar

1 cup (200g) dark brown sugar, packed

2 tsp baking soda

1 tsp baking powder

1 tsp kosher salt

1 cup (227g) buttermilk* or sour cream

1 Tbsp white vinegar

1 cup (200g) neutral oil

2 eggs

1 Tbsp vanilla

1 cup (240g) freshly brewed steaming hot coffee (or 1 cup boiling water + 1 Tbsp instant coffee/espresso powder)

3/4 cup (60g) Dutch-process cocoa powder

*To make buttermilk: 1 cup milk + 1 Tbsp white vinegar or lemon juice. Stir together and let sit 10 min to curdle and thicken.

DIRECTIONS

1. Preheat oven to 350°. Grease 2 x 8-9” cake pans and line with parchment paper rounds.

2. Bloom cocoa: Measure cocoa into a large liquid measuring cup (for easy pouring later). Add 1 cup (pre-measured or by weight) hot coffee in increments, whisking in between, until mixture is smooth. **If you add coffee all at once you’ll get lumps. Add a little, whisk to a smooth paste, then add rest.

3. Mix dry ingredients: Sift flour, sugars, baking soda, baking powder, and salt into a large bowl (or bowl of stand mixer). Whisk thoroughly to combine. **Sifting really matters here. The final batter is very thin and if you don’t sift you will get lumps of flour.

4. In a separate bowl, whisk together buttermilk, vinegar, oil, eggs, and vanilla until smooth. While whisking, pour in coffee-cocoa mixture. Whisk until smooth.

5. Pour wet ingredients into dry and mix with a rubber spatula until just combined, scraping bottom and sides of bowl as needed to catch any dry pockets. Do not overmix. Batter will be thin.

6. Divide batter evenly between cake pans. Bake 30-40 minutes until a paring knife inserted in the center comes out moist but clean. Start checking at 30 minutes to avoid overbaking.

7. Cool in pans 15 minutes (no longer), then turn onto a wire rack to finish cooling. Let cool completely (1-2 hours) before frosting.

NOTES

- Cocoa: Dutch-process cocoa powder = the ultimate dark-as-night chocolate cake, but natural (regular) cocoa powder works just as well.

- Usually you can sub greek yogurt for buttermilk/sour cream, but not here. It doesn’t have enough fat.

- Buttermilk/sour cream + a little added vinegar react with the baking soda and cocoa powder to make a fluffy but velvety soft crumb. (Think baking soda volcano, but cake.) You cannot taste the vinegar at all.

[najia-cooks]

[ID: First image is a thin crèpe topped with ground 'meat,' herbs, and tomato, and garnished with lemon. Second image is a close-up of the same crèpe with a thick red sauce drizzledover it. End ID

𑐔𑐟𑐵𑑄𑐩𑐬𑐶 / चतांमरि / Chatamari (Newari rice crèpe)

𑐔𑐟𑐵𑑄𑐩𑐬𑐶 / चतांमरि (chatā̃mari), sometimes called "Newari pizza," are rice crèpes made plain or with a savory topping. Chatamari are a popular festival food among the indigenous 𑐣𑐾𑐰𑐵𑑅 / नेवा: (Naivāḥ / Newa) people, most of whom live in the 𑐣𑐾𑐥𑐵𑑅 𑐐𑐵𑑅 / नेपाः गाः (Naipāḥ gāḥ / Nepa Valley) in central Nepal. [1] They are regarded as a near-compulsory addition to the table for holidays including 𑐴𑑂𑐩𑐥𑐸𑐖𑐵 / म्ह पूजा (mha pūjā) and 𑐡𑐶𑐐𑐸 𑐥𑐹𑐖𑐵 / दिगु पूजा (digu pūjā), when they are served as snacks and appetizers.

A chatamari consists of a thin, fried crèpe, fluffy on the inside and crispy around the edges, and an optional juicy, well-spiced topping. Common toppings are vegetable (with black-eyed peas, potato, and/or soy chunks); meat (with minced chicken or buffalo and tomato); a cracked egg; or some combination thereof. Ginger, garlic, red onion, cumin, turmeric, and sometimes red chili powder and coriander add bite and aroma. To cook chatamari, a thin layer of batter is spread on a tawa, and the batter is topped; the whole is then covered with a clay conical lid and left to steam.

This recipe is for a 𑐎𑐷𑐩𑐵 / कीमा (kīmā; minced meat)​ chatamari with potato, but you can try replacing the meat substitute with cooked black-eyed peas, replacing the potato with more meat, or replacing the meat and potato with vegetables of your choice (try green peas, julienned carrots, and green onion)—the basic format of this dish is highly customizable.

The Nepali language is increasingly the language of broadcast, education, and even the home, to the detriment of other languages including the Newa language Nepal Bhasa (𑐣𑐾𑐰𑐵𑑅 𑐨𑐵𑐫𑑂‎ / नेवा: भाय्, nevāḥ bhāy). Scripts historically used to write Nepal Bhasa and Sanskrit have been almost entirely replaced with Devanagari. 𑐥𑑂𑐬𑐔𑐮𑐶𑐟 / प्रचलित (prachalit; lit. "common") was the script used by literate Newa until it began to decline at the turn of the 20th century; the 1960s governmental policy of सांस्कृतिक एकता (Nepali: sā̃skr̥tik ektā; cultural unity) further marginalized it.

Revival efforts have begun, which claim Prachalit (and the ornamental script Ranjana, also used to write Nepal Bhasa and Sanskrit) as parts of Newa identity, and seek to teach them at fairs and in workshops. A process of "ethnicity-building" and identity formation within Nepal, including pushes to use students' mother tongues as the language of instruction (with Devanagari as a "common" script) and to use minoritized languages in television and radio broadcast, have been ongoing since the 1990s.

[1] Terminology is given in Nepal Bhasa unless otherwise specified, in Prachalit followed by Devanagari script. "𑐔𑐟𑐵𑑄𑐩𑐬𑐶," "𑐡𑐶𑐐𑐸 𑐥𑐹𑐖𑐵," and "𑐎𑐷𑐩𑐵" are my transliterations from Devanagari into Prachalit. Latin transliteration is ISO 15919 standard except: "च" ([t͡ʃə]) is rendered "cha" and not "ca." Where two Latin phrases are given, the first is ISO from Devanagari, and the second is the typical English-language spelling or phrase.

Recipe under the cut!

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Ingredients

Makes 4 large.

For the topping:

3/4 cup (74g) textured vegetable protein + 1/2 cup (118mL) broth

Or 1 1/2 cup ground beef substitute of choice

1 russet potato (200g) (optional)

2 roma tomatoes, minced or thinly sliced

1 small red onion, minced or thinly sliced

1 green chili, diced or thinly sliced

1/2-inch chunk (5g) ginger, peeled and grated or pounded

2 cloves garlic, grated or pounded

1 tsp ground coriander

1 tsp ground cumin

1 tsp ground turmeric

1 tsp red chili powder (substitute sweet paprika to reduce spice level)

1 tsp meat masala (optional)

2 Tbsp neutral oil (if not including 'egg')

Cilantro, to top

For the egg (optional):

2 Tbsp yellow mung flour or chickpea flour (besan)

1/4 cup coconut milk

1 tsp kala namak (black salt)

You may also use any other egg substitute. This one is inspired by Vietnamese bánh xèo. The coconut milk provides binding and fat; the final topping will not taste of coconut. You may replace it with any neutral oil.

For the batter:

1 1/2 cup (240g) white rice flour

About 1 1/2 cup (350 mL) cool water

Mustard oil, to fry

The chatamari in the photo is served with achar.

Instructions

For the batter:

1. Measure flour into a bowl. Pour in water slowly while whisking until a smooth, pourable batter (the consistency of crèpe batter) forms. Set aside to rest while making the filling.

For the filling:

1. Peel and cube potato, then boil until soft. Mash thoroughly with a bean masher or fork.

2. Hydrate TVP in broth or stock (I used water with 1/2 tsp vegetarian beef stock concentrate) for 10 minutes.

3. Mix potato, minced tomatoes and onion, ground 'meat', spices, and 'egg' together in a large mixing bowl until well-combined.

To assemble:

1. Heat a large tawa, comal, or nonstick skillet on medium. Fill a ladle with 100 mL (a bit less than 1/2 cup) of batter, and pour it into the center of the skillet; it should become round on its own. Thin it out a bit with the bottom of the ladle.

2. Cover the top of the batter with the topping, leaving a bit of space on the edge. Optionally, add about 2 tsp of oil around the edges of the chatamari to crisp.

3. Lower the heat to low and cover. Cook for 7 minutes. Remove chatamari onto a plate.

If the rice pancake cracks, your batter is too thin; try resting it, uncovered, for 5-10 minutes, then stirring it and trying again.

4. Raise heat to medium for a minute. Add another ladle of batter, top the chatamari, add oil, lower the heat and cover to cook as before. Repeat until batter or filling runs out.

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Hiiiiii viiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!! Hope your doing just lovely💗💗💗💗❤❤❤❤❤❤. Last fic you wrote for me was so good thank you again your the best.!!!!😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😭😭💋💋💋💋 I was again wondering if I could please request the same type of reader(fem pls) from last time x red hair pirates again but in a different scenario it could anything from fluff/cute or angst just anything.

Thank you so much 💋💋💋😭😭🥺🥺. Have a super duder amazing day!!!!!❤💗❤❤💗❤💗

~🍮 anon~

Red Haired Pirates x Fem ! Sweet / Naive Reader

Includes: Red Haired Pirates and Female Reader

A / N: Hey Puddin !! I'm glad you're requesting from me again !! I'm always happy to write for the red haired sillies LOL. I hope you have an amazing day as well <33 Also , you can call me Vin or Vix ! Sorry that this is a lot shorter than normal !! I hope you still enjoy <3

It was another casual day on the Red Force. Everyone was either chilling or playing games. You were in the kitchen , swaying your hips to a song you were whistling. You had found another recipe that you wanted to try out. It happened to be a chocolate mousse cake with a smooth exterior.

You hummed some sea shanties as you sprinkled unflavored gelatin powder over a small dish filled with water. While waiting for the gelatin to become gelatinous and clear , you heated a pot of heavy cream just until it started steaming. When the gelatin 'bloomed' , you whisked it into the heavy cream.

While you were whisking , the door to the kitchen was pushed ajar. You didn't bother to look over since you knew they weren't gonna bother you. You checked the mixer to see if the cream came out as stiff peaks , which it did. You smiled while you whipped egg whites along with cream of tartar and sugar to create a fluffy meringue.

From behind you , you heard a gruff voice speak to you. "Are you making some kind of fluffy cake ?" It was the captain of the ship himself , Red Haired Shanks. The two mixes you made were individually folded into the bowl of chocolate you set aside a bit ago. To fold , you used a rubber spatula to gently run it around the mousse and through.

"I'm making a Chocolate Mousse cake !" You responded cheerily. You continued folding the batter around until it was the perfect consistency. You poured it into the cake platter and pushed it into the already preheated oven. You turned to your captain and brought the rubber spatula to his lips. "Here , try it ! It's a new recipe that I wanted to try out." As your words slipped past your lips , his tongue trailed along the utensil.

"Sweetheart , this is delicious !" He laughed heartily and took the spatula from your hand to finish it. "Thank you , Shanks !" His laugh was contagious. Because of that fact , it caused you to laugh along with him.

"Lucky wanted to know if ya needed any help in here , but it don't seem like you need any lil missy." He patted your head , ruffling your (color) locks. Your smile widened as you pulled him into a hug.

"Oh ! When you're done , Beck says he has a surprise for ya." Shanks spoke smoothly , placing his arm around your smaller waist. "Ooh ! I have the timer going , so can I come now ?!" You asked , stars lighting up in your doe like eyes.

"Of course !" He pulled away from your embrace and gently pushed you towards the door. "Hey , Beck ! Lil Missy wants to see her surprise !" Shanks shouted from across the deck to his first mate.

"I'm right here , Shanks. There's no need to shout for me." Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The gray haired man stepped out of the shadows and stood next to you and the captain. Shanks' brown eyes met with Benn's black ones. The one armed man chuckled and stumbled away from you as Benn walked towards you. He handed you a small , black bag.

"Here. We feel bad that we ruined one of your other bathing suits , so we pitched in and got you some new ones. Along with that perfume that you said you liked. Yasopp also got you a necklace with your name engraved on it." As he said that , he showed you the red heart pendant that said 'Sweetheart of the Red Haired Pirates' on the back.

As you read it , you huffed. "Sweetheart of the Red Haired Pirates ??" Cue some laughs erupting from the crew who now surrounded the two of you. Despite your initial embarrassment from the necklace , you looked back at them with tears filling your eyes.

The crew started panicking. You heard variations of 'we didn't mean to hurt you' and stuff like that. You laughed and held the bag close to your chest. "Thank you , everyone. I appreciate it." Your smile could replace the sun , according to them. It was so bright and so sweet that it made them question how you were even a wanted criminal in the first place.

Benn patted your back gently and gave you a soft smile. "Glad you like it , doll." Your face burned a bit , but you just smiled kindly at him. "Why don't we have a party for our little missy ?!" You heard your captain yell. You turned your (color) eyes towards his direction and noticed him slamming down bottles of alcohol. The crew cheered and basically all yelled 'hell yeah !'

---

Though the party raged on , you had to retreat to the kitchen to check on your dish. You combined the layers together and waited for it to cool on the stove. You sat on the counter and huffed. As much as you loved the boys , they could be a bit too rowdy for you sometimes.

Being in the kitchen by yourself gave you the quiet time you needed to rejuvenate. Your eyes turned to the door as you heard it crack open. Your eyes met with playful brown ones. "Oh , hey Yasopp !"

"What up , missy ?" He replied , closing the door behind him. "Whatcha doin' in here ? The party is out there." He walked over to your side and stared down at you , his smirk never leaving his face.

"Oh ! I was finishing up this chocolate mousse cake ! And I needed a bit of quiet time. Hope I didn't upset you guys too much !" As if to make up for it , you kissed his chin. He laughed and slung an arm around your shoulder. "You didn't upset us ! We were worried aboutcha." He shrugged and put his large hand on your smaller head.

"I'm sorry , I didn't mean to worry you guys . ." A hint of sadness coated your voice. This made Yasopp feel horrible. He panicked and smiled nervously. "No , fuck. That's not what I meant. Forget what I said. Did ya make the cake for us ?" He asked in an attempt to change the topic. It worked. It seemed like you had completely forgotten what he said previously.

"Yeah ! I hope I made it big enough. Wanna try a piece ?" You asked as you began cutting slices into it. You pulled a piece off and placed it onto a clean plate. "Only if ya feed it to me !" He laughed and placed his rifle on the table.

You nodded and got a fork from the drawer next to the cabinet. You took a piece off of the cake and placed it towards his lips. "Say ah ~" He opened his mouth and you gently placed the slice on his tongue. He wrapped his lips around the fork and made a noise of satisfaction.

"You're gonna feed him and not me ?? Wow , Sweetheart. I'm - HIC - I'm offended !" You heard from the doorway. Your head snapped over to find the source of the voice , Shanks. He had clearly drunken too much. You swore that he would find any chance he could to drink.

"Oh , come on ya oaf. I'll feed you too." You handed the plate to the blonde , who gratefully accepted the offer. He picked his weapon up from the table and walked outside with a smile on his face.

You cut a piece off for Shanks and fork fed him as well. "And what about us ??" You sighed and shook your head playfully as you noticed the line behind the red haired captain.

---

After cutting off slices and feeding everyone , you were exhausted. You sat against the door of the kitchen and watched everyone play around and sing loudly.

You shifted as you felt someone sit beside you. "Hey , Roux. Did ya enjoy the cake ?" You asked happily. "Is that even a question ? Definitely. You're the baker of the Red Haired Pirates , missy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He took a bite from the meat he had in his left hand and laughed.

"Of course ! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's a new recipe." You informed , taking a sip from the alcohol you had gotten earlier. "Really ? It was VERY good." He complimented while putting hid large hand on the small of your back.

"Aww !! Thanks !!" Your cheeks lit up a red shade from his compliment. You kissed his cheek and giggled softly. "Heyyy ! I want one too !!" You heard from a drunken crewmate. Another line . . Sigh.

---

After hugging and kissing everyone's chin or cheek , you were more tired. Without knowing , you ended up passing out on the deck.

---

You woke up in the women's quarters , accompanied by Beck and Shanks. You jumped out of bed and stared at them. "What are you two doing here ?"

Benn rolled to his side and yawned. "Mornin' sleepy head. You asked us to stay." You tilted your head at his words. "Yeah , you begged us to stay here with ya , Missy." Came the voice of Shanks from your right. You scratched your cheek from embarrassment.

"Fuck , sorry you two." You kissed both of their foreheads before you were dragged back down by Shanks.

"Now hush up and go back to sleep , Reader." Before you could complain , you heard light snoring from behind you. It was Shanks , of course. He was already out. You couldn't leave either , since both of them had their arms trapping you against the bed.

Eventually , you just let it happen. The smell of smoke , cologne , and alcohol have you a slight headache , but it lulled you back into sleep.

[glorious-spoon]

may i request “…casually” for the kiss prompts, if it inspires you? 🤗

- @buckactuallys

Hi, and thank you! Have some morning after sappiness, I hope you enjoy! ☺️

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The bed is empty when Buck wakes up.

This isn't an unusual thing, actually; given the chance, he likes to sleep in. And a lot of hookups like to have some space the morning after: get showered, get dressed, start their days, make it clear that it's time for Buck to show himself the door without actually having to kick him out. He knows that whole song and dance by heart, and it doesn't bother him that much, usually.

It doesn't usually work like that when he sleeps over at Eddie's. Chris is an early riser, and while Eddie is hit or miss, he's not usually much good at staying quiet before he's got a cup or two of coffee in him. Buck has woken up more than a few times to the sound of Eddie stumbling into something in the kitchen and then cursing about it in a blurry, sleep-hoarse voice.

The thing is, usually when he sleeps over here, he sleeps on the couch.

Buck rolls over, squinting at the clock that Eddie keeps on his side of the bed. It's not actually that late; just past 8:30. The door is closed, and the room is full of hazy, diffuse morning sunlight. The walls are still painfully bare even a year after Buck helped Eddie patch and paint the smashed-up plaster, but there's a new rug on the floor, a handful of framed photos on the wall by the door. Mostly Chris, but there's one of Eddie and Buck there, from May's graduation party, draped in beads and hamming it up for the camera.

It makes Buck smile a little as he folds himself upright, but he's not sure where to go after that. He can hear noise coming from the kitchen: the clatter of dishes, soft conversation. Chris is home. And Buck is here, in Eddie's bed, clearly having spent the night there instead of on the couch. It's a little late now to try to sneak out, unless Eddie wants him to go out the window. And they really didn't talk about any of this last night. It seemed very distant then, with Eddie pressing him against the mattress, Eddie's mouth hot against his, the searing eagerness of his hands as he pulled Buck closer and touched him like he'd been thinking about it for a while, but now—

Now, Buck really wishes he'd thought to ask.

Footsteps in the hall. He freezes, and has a moment to be profoundly grateful that he pulled on a pair of sleep shorts last night, because there's a knock at the door, and then Chris ducks his head in without waiting for an answer. He does not seem surprised to see Buck there.

"Oh good, you're awake," he says. "Dad says breakfast is ready. He burned the first two pancakes, but the rest are fine."

"Oh," Buck manages, slightly airless. "I'll, um. I'll be there in a minute."

"Don't take too long, or you'll get stuck with the burned ones," Chris warns, and retreats back out of the room. Over the roaring in his ears, Buck can just hear his clear voice saying something to Eddie that includes his name.

He swings his legs off the bed, scrounges the t-shirt he abandoned on the floor last night, and gets up. His heart doesn't stop racing all the way down the hallway, but when he steps into the kitchen, Eddie glances up at him and smiles.

It's easy, that smile. There's none of the panicked regret Buck was fearing in it at all.

"Morning," he says. "You sleep okay?"

"Uh, yeah." Buck scrubs the back of his neck. Chris is in the dining room, setting the table for the three of them. On the counter next to the stove is a plate of pancakes covered by a dish towel to keep it warm; butter and syrup and orange juice for Chris are already out on the table. There's a full pot of coffee steaming fragrantly on the counter

There's Eddie, leaning over the stove to slide the skillet off the heat. He scrapes at the patch of spilled batter that scorched on the burner, then sets the spatula down and turns back toward Buck. He looks—he looks soft, a little bit sleepy still with his fluffy hair and his rumpled t-shirt. He looks like Eddie. The way he's looking at Buck isn't even new, now that he's paying attention to it.

"Can I, uh, can I help with anything?"

"Mostly all done," Eddie says, but he hands the plate of pancakes to Buck. "Here, take this to the table, I'll grab us coffee."

Then he cups Buck's cheek, leans up just a little, and kisses him briefly on the mouth, so sweetly casual that Buck kisses back without even thinking about it.

It feels different than kissing him last night, all that heat and urgency. It feels different than lazily making out in the sleepy afterglow. It feels—easy, comfortable, real.

"So we're really doing this, huh?" Buck asks, soft, when they finally break apart.

Eddie laughs under his breath and kisses him again. "Yeah. As long as you want to."

"I want to," Buck says, so fast that Eddie laughs again, louder, as he steps away.

"Still need to talk to Chris," he says, pulling out a pair of mugs.

"I think he, uh, I think he's probably figured it out," Buck says with a faint wince. He was in Eddie's bed this morning. Chris is definitely old enough now to read between the lines there. Though at least he didn't seem upset.

Eddie snickers. "Yeah. But I want to do this right. This is important." He glances at Buck again. "You're important."

"Oh," Buck says, helplessly warm.

"After breakfast," Eddie says firmly, passing Buck one of the coffee cups in his hand. Cream swirls through it, and the porcelain is warm. "Come on."

Buck takes a deep breath, nods, and follows him out into the sunlit dining room.

[readyforthegarden]

Season of the Witch - Part Six

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader, Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Danny always told you, you shouldn't play with things you don't fully understand. When trying your hand at magic, you accidentally summon something more than you bargained for. Now stuck, you try to find a way to rid yourself of him, but what if the only way of ridding yourself of him is dying?

Warnings: mentions of witchcraft, angst, spilled hot drink, smut (oral (f! receiving) 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!

WC: 3896

It was late when you woke up the next day. Sam had made breakfast, and helped himself to the shower, which was running as you passed by the bathroom door. There was a plate of Belgian waffles on the counter, steam still rising from them, the coffee fresh in the old coffee pot. By the waffles, there was a bowl of sliced strawberries and a can of non-dairy whipped cream. 

You helped yourself to the breakfast, piling your waffle with strawberries and a mountain of whipped cream, suddenly ravenous. Whether it was skill or magic, you couldn’t say, but Sam had made the most perfect waffle, fluffy and soft, moist and rich, with a hint of vanilla singing through the batter. The strawberries were the perfect sweetness, and the whipped cream fluffy and light. 

You were on your third waffle when Sam waltzed out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following him. His hair was damp, already drying partially in waves that cascaded over his bare shoulders. He wore a pair of linen pants, and nothing else. 

“This is amazing,” you mumbled as you swallowed the bite you had just placed in your mouth, using your fork to point to the half-demolished waffle on the plate. Sam smiled, coming closer to the table and leaning over. 

“I’m glad you think so,” he said, batting his eyes, reaching out and using his index finger to dip into the melting whipped cream that was on your breakfast, crooking it to scoop some up. You watched as he lifted a small mound to his lips. “I would have preferred to make it from scratch, however the last time I conjured dairy it curdled on me.” The digit slid between his plush lips, and your cheeks grew hot as he looked down at you, smiling around his finger. Your mind flashed to your dream, how he had cleaned your own juices off his fingers this same way, eyes closed and humming. “Something the matter, fawn?”

“N-no!” You shook your head, appetite suddenly gone. Your eyes had stared at his lips for too long, yours tingling from the memory of his kiss in your dream. You could still feel it, the firmness of them as they parted your own and tasted you. “I need to go get dressed.” As you passed by, you swore you smelled cinnamon wafting from him. 

Once you were dressed in your work clothes, you made a beeline for the door, muttering to the supernatural man on your couch to ‘just…behave while I’m gone.’, earning a snicker as the door shut and locked behind you. 

Afternoon shifts were not your favorite. They tended to drag on, leaving you shuffling the same things around behind the counter to try and look busy between the few customers. You had rearranged the gift cards by the register for the fourth time when the bell above the door chimed. 

“Welcome, what can I get started for you?” you stopped for a second when you saw the man in front of you. He was tall, almost tall enough you had to crane your neck to see his face. He was studying the menu, and you took the time to take in his short black hair, and bright green eyes. He had a small amount of scruff along his chin, but a full mustache above his lip. When he smiled down at you, you felt your cheeks burn. 

“Can I get a large vanilla latte with a shot of espresso? And uh, an extra pump of vanilla, please?” 

“Sure thing, anything else?” You asked, glad to look away from him and to the computer screen to punch in the order. 

“Yeah, sometimes you guys have these cinnamon rolls, do you have any left?” He scanned the case to your left. You know you were out, but you could definitely whip one up for him. 

“Not out, but I can get you one.” You cleared your throat, giving him a smile. He grinned back. “Big breakfast for dinner guy?”

“You could say that,” he answered, swiping his card on the pin pad while you started his coffee. “I’m a firefighter, and I’m working nights this week. So this is technically my breakfast considering I woke up maybe half an hour ago.”

“I thought that,” you nodded at him, twisting the device for the espresso shot into the machine. “Your mustache gives you away.”

“That bad, huh?” 

“No, I like it!” you dipped your face down a bit, cheeks flaming at your admittance. You prepared his coffee and went to the back to put his cinnamon roll in the oven. When you came back, he was still standing at the register, smiling and ready to keep talking. 

“I don’t normally see you here,” he began, leaning against the counter with his hip. 

“I’m usually a morning person.” You shrugged. “I switched shifts with someone for today. Something about a kid’s soccer game.”

“Well, just my luck,” he winked. “I was hoping for something good to happen to me today before work.”

“Oh and you got stuck with me, bummer.” You chuckled. 

“The opposite, actually.” The man extended his hand towards you. “I’m Tyler, by the way.” you gave him your name as you shook his large, firm hand and he grinned at you. “I actually stopped by early, if the old guys at the firehouse see me drinking a vanilla latte instead of black coffee, they’ll never stop making fun of me. Mind if I hang around?” 

“Not at all,” you smiled, and the timer went off for the cinnamon roll. “I’ll be right back.” you heard the bell above the door chime a few times as you plated Tyler’s confection, drizzling it with icing. Grabbing a fork and napkins, you brought it to the front, to be greeted with a small line of patrons. Tyler took his treat from you, another wink as he went and sat down by the window. 

After a burst of frappuccinos and smoothies, the small rush ended and Tyler was back at the register, half the cinnamon roll still on his plate, coffee in hand. The other patrons that stayed were quietly talking to one another at tables or reading, paying you no mind. 

“You really haven’t been to the cider festival? How long have you lived here?” Tyler was astounded by your lack of community involvement, something that made you giggle. 

“Well no one has ever offered to take me.” You shrugged. “But it sounds fun.” 

“Well, what if I offered to take you?” Tyler raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer. 

“I don’t know,” you pursed your lips. “I might be washing my hair that night.” He rolled his eyes, taking his fork and getting a piece of the cinnamon roll on it. 

“What if I give you a bite of this cinnamon roll? Hmm???” He waved the fork in front of your face. 

“What if I went in the back and just made my own?” you challenged. 

“You like playing hard to get, don’t you?” Tyler’s eyes twinkled. You leaned forward, giving him a smile. 

“How about I give you my number and we talk before you try and take me on a date?” Tyler grinned, holding out his arm while you grabbed a marker from your apron pocket. As you wrote out your phone number, you heard what you thought was one of the old coffee pots bubbling and making a new batch.

Suddenly the smell of coffee and vanilla was all over, splashing over your hand and onto the marker on Tyler’s arm. He hissed, pulling his arm away as you jumped in shock, grabbing rags and wiping up the mess from the counter. 

“Oh my god, I-I don’t know what happened!” Once you had most of the mess cleaned you grabbed a clean rag and shoved a scoop of ice in it, twisting it around and placing it on Tyler’s arm. “I’m so sorry Tyler.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Tyler gave you a grimace, though his eyes still sparkled a bit. “If a little latte burn is gonna take me out, I’m in the wrong profession.” you giggled, holding the ice to his arm and taking the chance to feel the muscles of his bicep where your other hand rested. “I must’ve bumped the cup too hard when I was flexing and trying to show off.” You heard a scoff from behind you and twisted your head around. A chill of anger ran down your spine, cooling your warm, blushing cheeks as Sam sat in one of the plush chairs, pretending he wasn’t watching the display between you and Tyler from the corner of his eye. 

“Do you want me to make you a new latte?” you asked. Tyler glanced at the watch on his wrist before shaking his head. 

“I should start heading out, but do you work tomorrow morning?”

“You’ll just have to stop by after your shift and see.” you smiled at him as he grinned back, handing you the makeshift ice pack and digging into his pocket to fish out his wallet again, taking out a few bills and putting them in your tip jar. He winked as he left, and once you couldn’t see him anymore, you whipped around, shooting a glare at Sam as you went and finished cleaning up the spilled coffee at the register. 

You could sense Sam as soon as he stood near the counter, but you refused to look up at him. 

“You had no right to do that, you could’ve really hurt him and me.” 

“I would never hurt you,” Sam replied shortly. “Even though I personally think you deserve a swift punishment for how you were acting.” 

“How I was-“ you finally glared up at him. He was glaring right back. 

“You were flirting like a harlot and for what?” Sam reached into the tip jar, pulling out the bills Tyler had placed there. “Six dollars? Hardly worth the effort you were putting in.” 

“And that gave you the right to scald him?!” 

“That’s not the worst burn he’s had. Or will ever have.” you shot him another look as you dumped the half drank latte into the trash. “When someone is coveting what’s mine, I have a right to do what I need.”

“Yours?” You hissed. You held up your left hand, showing off the bare fingers there. “I don’t see a ring on my finger. And I don’t plan on keeping you for very long. As soon as Danny is back, you’re going to whatever underworld you came from.” 

Sam kept your gaze, leaning over and taking your hand, bringing it to his mouth. His lips grazed your left ring finger, and when he pulled back, a brilliant, sparking ring sat upon it. A delicate gold band was home to a pear shaped marquis diamond, its facets glittering as he moved your hand back towards you. 

“There,” he looked at you. “Now you have a ring on your finger. For as long as I am on this earth, you are mine.”

“I am no one’s until I say so,” you tried to remove the ring from your finger, but it was like it was sealed to your skin. 

“Does it help to know that I am yours until that time as well?” Sam leaned over the counter, much the way Tyler did earlier, his eyes staring up at you. You stopped tugging on the jewelry, your heart flipping a bit in your chest at his murmur. 

“No,” you lied, taking your hand and hiding it behind your back. Sam simply stared at you, his face unwavering. “We are not each others, Sam. We are two ships passing in the night. A long, dragging, terrible night.” 

“Terrible huh?” Sam smirked. Impossibly so, he leaned even closer to you, his breath cascading over your face. “Didn’t sound so terrible when I passed by your bedroom door last night. Sounded like you were having some pretty sweet dreams, actually.”

“Sam,” your face reddened. 

“Imagine what I can do to you outside of your dreams,” he whispered. “I meant what I said, fawn. I can’t wait to taste more of you.” without another word, Sam leaned away, and walked to the door. “I’ll see you at home.” He tossed you a wink, much like Tyler did, and sauntered out the door. 

The hot water cascaded over your head, trickling through your hair and down your back as you stood in the shower, washing the smell of coffee away. You had been mad with Sam during the rest of your shift, closing alone and using the solitary to slam doors and toss things down harder than you normally would. 

The ring on your finger still wouldn’t budge, either. Dish soap, hand soap, some grease you found in the maintenance closet, nothing would make it budge. You could twist it around your finger, but it wouldn’t leave the spot where Sam’s lips touched.

What stupid, ridiculous man. An asinine greedy chauvinistic man. Rude and assuming. You ran through every word your brain could think of to describe the man sitting out on your couch, flicking through one of your books like nothing was wrong. You were able to dig under his skin, turning your nose up at the dinner he had cooked and crinkling the fast food bag in your hand, the burrito and tacos leaving grease stains on it. His eyes narrowed and you saw his jaw tense when they landed on the bag. He kept his distaste silent as you set the bag on the counter and headed toward the shower. 

Your stomach rumbled, and you knew it was time to get out. Taking your time to dry and lotion your body, you prolonged leaving the bathroom as long as you could, until another rumble made you feel as if you were about to pass out. Dressing in your oversized t-shirt, you finally went back out to the main room, glancing at your counter and seeing your bag still there.  

“You really are so upset with me that you’d rather stuff your face with that ridiculous cheap food than what I’ve made you?” Sam huffed from the couch as you unwrapped one of your tacos. You stared him down as you opened your mouth and crunched down on the crunchy tortilla, and kept eye contact while chewing. He rolled his eyes dramatically as you went in for a second bite. 

“Oh I’m sorry, am I supposed to be happy you tried to maim a guy who was flirting with me, staked your weird claim on me and then told me you were in my dreams last night?!”

“You should be happy that I didn’t flay his skin from his bones as he stood in front of you.” Sam stood, gritting his teeth. A spilled latte is the least of his problems.” You set down your food, hastily grabbing a napkin and wiping your fingers off. 

“You don’t get to decide who flirts with me or who I flirt with, or what accidents happen to them!” Moving towards him, you prodded a chest with your finger. 

“And I didn’t control your dream, fawn. I just happened to string together the clues when I heard you moan my name.”

“Oh bullshit” you rolled your eyes with a scoff. “Then how did you know what you said?”

“Did you ever consider you sent the dream to me?” Sam’s face was blank, causing you to pause. “You pulled me into it, little fawn. Or should I say little witch?”

“H-how?” Sam shrugged, reaching over you and picking up your fast food, dropping it back in the stained bag it came in. 

“I don’t know. I’m not versed in that magic.” he moved around the counter, making a show of tossing your food in the garbage. “My brothers may know, though I have no clue of how to communicate with them at the moment.” 

“You have brothers?” your curiosity was piqued, ignoring him tossing your food as he filled a plate with baked salmon covered in a dark sticky glaze, rice and sliced sauteed squash. It looked infinitely better than the taco you’d barely eaten, and you tried to hold back the grumble in your stomach as he handed you a fork. 

“Perhaps.” Sam watched you, glancing tellingly between you and the plate he set down in front of you. 

“Oh, I’m not touching your food until I get an apology.” Sam’s eyes narrowed. “You could’ve really hurt me and Tyler and anyone else that could’ve been at the register.” Sam’s chest heaved as he took in a deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose. 

“My kind is…territorial, for lack of a better term.” he cleared his throat. “We are bonded, and for me, that comes with certain…challenges…”

“Like what?”  You let your fork tap against the salmon on your plate, but refused to dig in. 

“Jealousy, for one.” Sam huffed, as if revealing a secret you’d been prying from him for ages. “It’s not something I have control over. I would prefer not to feel it at all.”

“That would make two of us.” 

“And,” Sam began, clearing his throat multiple times, as if it pained him to speak. “If I hurt you because of this, I am sorry.” 

“Not good enough.” you sighed, setting your fork down. Sam gripped the edge of the counter, glaring at you. “No, I think if you’re that jealous, you should get on your knees and say it.” Sam stiffened, and you refused to back down from his glare. After a handful of stoic seconds, Sam pushed away from the counter and moved back around it, until he was standing in front of the stool you sat on. 

His dark eyes never wavered from yours as he lowered himself to his knees. His posture was rigid, shoulders back, chin tipped up, refusing to let the position get in the way of his pride.

“My fawn, I am truly sorry if I have hurt you with my actions.” Sam’s voice was low and smooth, his plush lips barely moving. “Please, could you find it in your heart to forgive me for my missteps?”

“Tell me Sam,” you leaned forward a bit. “What exactly made you jealous?” Sam’s lips pressed into a thin line, and your stomach bubbled with giddy excitement. It was a rare thing to be able to get under his skin, and you were going to run with it. “Was it because he was bigger than you? More muscular? The fact he could’ve lifted me over that counter and taken me to his truck? Or was it when I flirted back, and considered what we would do after he took me on a date? I bet he’s got stamina to last a long while.”

“Perhaps it’s the fact he thought your time was only worth six dollars.” Sam replied coolly. He leaned closer as you moved back. “I can tell you this much, he would never satisfy you.”

“Oh? What makes you so sure about that?” Sam’s hands lifted from his thighs to your knees, gently rubbing over the soft, smooth skin there. Your thighs tensed at the touch, and smirked up at you. 

“In my time in this realm, the men that are built like that are usually making up for something else.” Sam’s fingertips grazed the hem of your shirt, resting high on your thigh. You couldn’t help the response of your body, your legs relaxing and parting slightly, but you tried to maintain the upper hand as you felt it slowly slipping away.

“And you think you can satisfy me?”

“You seem to think so,” Sam grinned lecherously as your advantage left you. “That dream had me moaning into my pillow too, fawn, make no mistake. I’d be happy to show you what I’m capable of.”  

“I’m not sure sleeping with a demon is a very good idea.” you murmured as Sam’s hands pushed back your shirt. His eyes watched yours carefully, and seeing no protest, he slid a finger up and down the soft cotton of your panties, making you gasp quietly. 

“Who said anything about sleeping?” he smirked up at you. The next thing you knew, you were raising your hips and letting him scoot you to the edge of the stool, your legs open farther and his head dipping between them. 

His tongue wasted no time in keeping his promise. With a long, flat lick, he tasted you, and the wetness that was gathering there during your conversation. A moan left your lips, breathy and light as Sam wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding your legs in position as he suckled on your clit. Your hips bucked up into his face as Sam savored you, a low hum coming from his throat. His eyes raised to yours when your hand threaded into his hair, holding it back and watching his every move. 

“Oh!” you gasped when his teeth grazed your clit, fisting his hair tighter. “Do that again,” Sam happily obliged, and your thighs twitched by his ears in response. He began alternating between gentle nips with his teeth and soothing licks, the tension building in your stomach as your muscles tensed over and over. Your moans coaxed him on, small ‘yes yes yes’s’ falling from your mouth as he pushed his face farther into your core. 

You were on the brink of ecstasy, fully ready to give in fully to Sam and tell him he was right, but in an instant, you had the sensation you were falling, and suddenly you were in Sam’s arms, staring up at him. Your breath was still heavy, and tears pricked your eyes at the loss of your orgasm. Sam’s chin was glistening as he smirked down at you. 

“Sorry to cut this short, darling.” his eyes were hooded and you wanted nothing more than to bring his lips to yours, taste the way you tasted on his tongue. “Though it would have been a compliment, you’d take a concussion for an orgasm from me.” he watched your eyes dance from his mouth to his eyes, and he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, his tongue parting yours gently and allowing you to taste yourself. Reaching up, you grabbed his shirt collars, holding him to you. For support as you tried to right yourself, is what you repeated in your mind. 

Once you were sitting up again, Sam reached around you, grabbing a napkin from the counter by your plate and cleaning up his face a bit more. You tried not to look as pathetic as you felt, your lust and body screaming at you to beg him to finish the job, to take you to your bedroom, the couch, on the floor right there and make you limp for a week. 

“Thank you for the taste,” he cleared his throat, taking your hand and placing the now crumpled napkin in it. “But I think after your performance today, I’ll leave you to take care of the rest.” annoyance flared as he walked away. It wasn’t until you felt something slipping through your fingers that you realized your strong emotion caused a flame in your palm, turning the cheap paper into ash in seconds, the small granules flitting to the floor.

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[dmitriene]

Heyyyy 😽 it's me again 👺👹 I was thinking, if you're up for uh take this order, or just skip it. I always see people writing about re4 Leon (And I really appreciate it OF COURSE) how handsome he is with his features, scars and such (and they are more than right) and so I was thinking about RE2 Leon this time, mainly because a few days ago my period arrived and I was literally crying at how "innocent" and adorable he was 😭😭 idk, just a thought of maybe *loving* how cute he was😭just adoring him, like waking up one morning with him (I also see people writing about this at the time of re4 with him, so I was inspired by that) and I think he would just be a sweet person, a sweetheart 😓😓😿❤️‍🩹🖐️😭

If it doesn't bother you, it could be a female reader? Tysm

Well, like I said, request this if you want or just ignore this nonsense, but if you're up for it, thanks in advance, I really *really* appreciate your writing 🥰😸🫶🩷🩵

(sorry for so many emojis, I got addicted)

꒰ 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵! 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢! 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦, 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰!🤍 ˑ༄ ꒱

❝𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦❞ 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘥𝘦. ❝ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ❞ 𝘳𝘦2 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳. ❝ 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘴 ❞ 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱.

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

Leon had the ability to brighten up any room he entered with his infectious smile, it was a smile that could chase away the darkest shadows, a beacon of warmth and kindness that shone even in the face of the horrors he witnessed and the pain he held deep within himself.

The morning sun streamed through the windows, bathing the bedroom in a soft golden light, the soft, warm sheets tangled around you and you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over you.

Leon lay peacefully next to you, his tousled blond hair spilling across the pillow, his lips curled upward in a blissful smile even as he slept, a testament to the serenity he brought with him wherever he went.

You couldn't resist the urge to lean closer, your heart filled with love as you looked at him, the way he slept so peacefully despite the nightmares that often plagued him made your love for him burn even brighter.

Carefully, you slipped out of bed, your feet touching the cool wooden floor, a soft, lacy robe clung to your form as you tiptoed out of the room, your heart racing with excitement.

Today was the day you would show Leon how much he meant to you, the day you would let your love shine as bright as his smile.

The aroma of brewing coffee and the sound of sizzling bacon filled the kitchen as you hummed a soft tune to yourself, moving with grace and purpose, anticipation building within you.

Leon always spoiled you, made every day a special event, but now it was your turn.

In the kitchen, you stood wearing an apron over your pajamas, your hair cascading down your face and you couldn't help but chuckle softly, imagining Leon in his own apron, nothing but underwear beneath, the mere thought sent a delightful shiver down your spine, but you focused on the task at hand.

With practiced precision, you flipped the pancake, the batter in the pan sizzled, the sizzling sound was music to your ears and your heart filled with pride at your culinary skills.

Leon would be proud.

Finally, breakfast was ready — a feast of crispy bacon, fluffy eggs, golden pancakes and a steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee.

You arranged it all on a tray, making sure everything looked perfect, just like Leon would have done.

The tray felt a bit heavy in your hands as you carried it back to the bedroom, your excitement growing with each step, you couldn't wait to see the look on Leon's face when he woke up to this surprise.

Pushing open the bedroom door gently, you set the tray down on the bedside table, the room was bathed in the soft, golden light of morning, and Leon stirred, his smile deepening as he caught a whiff of the delicious breakfast.

— «Morning, sleepyhead» you whispered, your voice filled with love as you leaned down to kiss his nose softly.

Leon's eyes fluttered open, and he blinked at you in surprise, his blue orbs filled with sleep and wonder, he looked absolutely adorable in that moment, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

— «What's all this?» he muttered, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

Your heart skipped a beat as you leaned closer, your lips hovering just above his earlobe — «I wanted to surprise you» you admitted barely louder than a whisper — «You always do so much for me, Leon, i wanted to do something special for you»

Leon's gaze softened as he looked at you with an expression of pure love, he pushed the tray aside, not bothering with the food just yet, and pulled you into his arms, his warmth enveloped you, and you couldn't help but giggle.

— «What's so funny?» he asked, his lips curling into a playful smile.

— «You» you replied, your heart swelling with affection — «You're just so…adorable when you're surprised»

Leon chuckled, his fingers lazily drawing patterns on your back «Well, you've definitely succeeded in surprising me» he admitted — «And I couldn't be happier»

You smiled and nuzzled into his chest, relishing the feeling of being in his arms, the room was filled with an aura of love and comfort, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world didn't matter.

Leon sighed contentedly, his fingers trailing down your spine — «You know, I don't say it enough, but you mean the world to me» he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

Tears intuitively welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away, not wanting to ruin the moment — «You mean the world to me too, Leon» you replied, your voice equally heartfelt.

Lying in each other's arms, you couldn't help but run your fingers over the scars and moles that adorned Leon's chest, each mark telling the story of the trials he faced, the horrors he endured, but they also showcased his resilience and bravery.

— «You're worth every moment, Leon» you whispered, your voice filled with swirl of emotions — «Every scar, every tear, every smile, you're worth it all»

Leon's grip on you tightened, and he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head — «I'm the lucky one» he said, his voice filled with gratitude — «Having you by my side makes everything worth it»

The two of you lay there for a while longer, wrapped in each other's warmth and love, breakfast might have gotten cold but neither of you minded, what mattered most was the connection you shared, the unspoken words that passed between you and the love that enveloped you like a warm, comforting blanket.

In that moment, you knew that you were indeed the luckiest girl in the world, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[katsukichu]

𝐎𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 - 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐠𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Re-upload in honor of Katsuki's birthday🥰. This is my fav prompt piece the lovely @sukisangel helped me write🥺. 18 + Characters are aged up.

Being a hero has its pros and cons.Staying in hotels,being able to work in a team with your UA colleagues and spending extra time with your boyfriend – Dynamight.

It also meant patrolling the whole day in the scorching weather,fighting villains while trying not to cause too much property damage and trying to reassure the public that everything was under control.

After an exhausting day of patrol you made your way to your shared hotel room.It was way past Katsuki's bedtime and you expected him to be asleep.You opened the door to see Katsuki sitting on the edge of the bed - removing his gauntlets,which made you assume that he also took the latest patrol time slot just like you.

His hero costume is roughed up,face covered in scratches,dirt and dried blood.Your first instinct soon clicks in,quick to attend to all his wounds. Ignoring your own exhaustion,you close the door,before grabbing the first aid kit and making your way towards him.

After dating Katsuki for so long you were able to pick up on any change in his behaviour.You've always watched for small changes in his demeanour - such as his facial expression or body language.You could tell he'd been put through the wringer today but you were more than happy to help him blow off some of his post-patrol steam.

"Hi there, my baby." you cooed, brushing his hair away from his eyes and placing a small kiss at the top of his forehead.He tries to hide the way the corner of his lips gently tugged upwards to form a smile with a huff, grumbling something as a way of greeting you.You take a cotton pad and dab some antiseptic on it.

"S'gonna burn…" you warn him.

"I know.. and I don't need you to do it" he scoffs, trying to take the cotton away from your hands – which he successfully accomplishes.

"Please? Lemme take care of you." you whispered, gently cupping his face in your hands as your thumb softly caressed the skin under his eyes.

He knows arguing with you is futile and he's too tired to fight back for once so he agrees – giving you the white fluffy material back. He hates to admit it, but he loves how thoughtful and caring you are towards him, even when he’s not being the ideal sweet boyfriend to you.

You hold the pad up and he gives you a small nod, signifying that you can start cleaning his lesions. You gently wipe his face and study it for any sign of discomfort – his nose scrunching up every now and then.

You take a few steps back to study his battered outfit, soon dropping to your knees – only to take off his belt and lower his pants a little, just to give you more space to dress the wounds on his abdomen. Bakugou's breathing hitch when your hands brush along his inner thigh, causing a wave of heat to travel through the blonde’s body.

"You okay? What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" you panic, furrowing your brows a little as you look up at him with pure concern in your eyes.

"No. No,it's nothing, dumbass…" he dismisses you, turning his head to the side as a faint shade of red coats his cheekbones.

Somethings wrong, you sense - Katsuki doesn’t tend to act this way. You finish unbuckling his utility belt, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Your eyes trail to his thighs, searching for any more wounds, only to notice that he's bouncing his leg.

You gently place your hands on top of it and he stops. After applying the antiseptic on his stomach wounds, he starts getting fidgety again. You stop and place your hands up on his shoulders, making him look at you.

"Okay, Kat. What's wrong, really?" you question with a raised eyebrow.

"It's just… You look so good on your knees like that..'' he admits, placing his right hand on your cheek, lightly brushing his thumb against your soft skin.

"Oh,Katsuki!" you exclaim as a chuckle escapes your throat, playfully slapping his thigh – making sure not to hit too hard or anywhere where he's hurt.

"You need to take a shower. Your injuries are bad and a bit deep, you need to let your muscles relax...Plus, we aren’t home, what if they hear- "

“It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed… a little thrill doesn’t hurt anyone, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” he cuts you off, pure venom in his words as he teases you and smirks.

"Fine…” You sigh, giving into his wishes knowing damn well that he wouldn’t give up on this fight. “...but I want to take care of you.You don't have to do anything, just sit there and look pretty." you spoke softly, looking up at him with an innocent mask on your face as you placed your hands on his thighs.

"I'm so proud of you for how hard you worked today,Dynamight." you spoke while adjusting your position on the floor.You toss the first aid kit aside, before looking up again as your chest swells with pride from making Bakugou's flustered.

Before Katsuki can respond, you unbutton his pants and slide down his muscular legs – letting it pool around his ankles. He shuffles his feet until they're off and kicks them aside.

Seeing the outline of his clothed cock and the patch of pre on his boxers made you clench your thighs.You try and ease some of the tension in his muscles and gently massage his legs with your fingers. You place soft kisses along the outline of his muscles and inner thighs. Resting your head on top of one of his toned thighs, palming him through the thin material of his boxers. You smirk when you feel his hips bucking into your warm touch.

"C'mon, pretty baby… ahh fuck..please" Bakugou curses, placing his hands on your nape

"Okay, but only ‘cause you asked so nicely. Good boy.." you praise as you tug on the waistband of his Dynamight themed boxers to let his throbbing cock spring free.

The sight makes your mouth water, causing you to lick your lips as you stifle back a moan. Everything about Bakugou is mesmerising -- from his vermillion eyes to his gorgeous scarred body, sculpted by a Greek god. His cock is no exception. He has an impressive girth,a perfect curve that always hits the right spots and prominent veins that run all along his shaft. He has the cutest happy trail and a fairly neat bush at his base.

Using the tip of your tongue you tease him by slowly licking the veins along his shaft – stopping momentarily to kiss his pretty pink tip.You make sure his cock is properly lubed up with a mixture of his pre and your saliva, before cupping your hand to give him a few teasing pumps while the other moves to tease his balls.

You feel Bakugou's strong hand on the back of your head slowly move down to cup your cheek. His thumb gently brushes your cheek again and he uses his index finger to tilt your chin up. You keep eye contact with him as you swirl your tongue around his tip – taking a moment to appreciate the blissful expression on his face and notice how tight he's gripping the edge of the mattress.

"No teasing… please.. ‘m not gonna last long" he begs as he jerks his hips up in an attempt to thrust deeper into your mouth.

You take a deep breath and try to prepare yourself to take his cock down your throat. No matter how many times you've had sex with him you can never truly adjust to his size. He always leaves you with an aching jaw by the end of each scene.

Bakugou lets out a few shaky breaths and the most sinful moan when you finally start bobbing your head up and down his aching cock. You flatten your tongue out and try taking as much of him as you can. The right hand that was once pumping him length, now stroked the rest that didn’t fit inside your small mouth.

Above you, Bakugou becomes a whimpering mess. His tongue is lolled out, eye-cross and drooling slightly as he's overwhelmed with pleasure, causing his hands to grip the sheets even tighter. Every time you gag around his dick he prays that he isn't going to cum quickly but he can't help especially when he has the prettiest vixen going down on him, doing wonders.

"Fuck.. Fuck.. Y/n, I'm gonna.. Haaah" Before Bakugou can finish his sentence, he cums, filling your mouth to the brim. You swallow before any of it dribbles down your chin and go to waste, then finally letting go of Bakugou's cock with a lewd pop.

As you and Bakugou try to catch your breath, you start thinking about taking a shower to wash away all the accumulated filth from work.. You glance back up at Bakugou and examine his injuries again. His chest is heaving and his eyelids seem to drop. He notices you staring and you realise you must have a rather dishevelled appearance as him.

"Come on, stop staring. I told you that we need to shower and take care of your injuries" you scolded him as you rolled your eyes and got up from the floor – causing your knees to slightly wobble.

“I really don’t care, ya look hot and ‘m trynna not to fuck ya senseless right now, sweetheart” He smirks, gripping your hips with both hands and tugging you towards him before you had the chance to escape.

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Based on the prompts

"It's just… You look so good on your knees like that..''.

It’s just us, everyone else has gone to bed….

“I really don’t care, ya look hot and ‘m trynna not to fuck ya senseless right now, sweetheart”

[lostfirefly]

*just nothing and the pancake song*

"Smells delicious!!" Buggy opened his eyes and looked at the empty side of the bed. “Not here.” He rolled over onto his stomach and placed his hand on Catherine's pillow, hugging it lightly. Buggy slowly shifted his gaze to her nightstand. "This fucking octopus is here. What are you looking at, plush bastard? Hate you!”

With a heavy sigh, Buggy reluctantly pulled himself out of the warm, cozy confines of his bed, his body protesting the loss of its comfortable slumber.

Buggy plopped down on the bed again. "Damn, how did this happen? How did Cathie make my... our bed more comfortable? She bought these soft pillows, these warm blankets. I really don't want to get out. But she's making pancakes." He sniffed. "Yeah, definitely pancakes. I have to get up, or I'll miss the song!!"

Buggy's feet hit the warm hardwood floor, and he couldn't help but try to fight with the desire to burrow his body back beneath the soft blankets. Nevertheless, he forced himself to take the first sluggish step forward, his movements slow and weary as he began the short but arduous trek to the kitchen. Each step Buggy took seemed to require tremendous effort, his legs feeling like lead as he trudged onward, his mind still foggy with the remnants of sleep. Yet as Buggy slowly made his way, a tantalizing aroma gradually began to permeate the air, growing stronger and more mouthwatering with every footfall. The unmistakable scent of freshly-cooked pancakes wafted through the hallway, tickling his nostrils and awakening his senses.

Buggy's pace unconsciously quickened, his body now driven by the alluring smell of the fluffy, golden discs waiting for him in the kitchen. Though his mind and muscles protested, his growling stomach overrode any lingering exhaustion, eagerly anticipating the delicious breakfast that lay ahead.

Catherine's soft humming came behind the door.

I’ll whip up some pancakes, fluffy and round, With syrupy rivers, joy will abound. Scrambled eggs dancing, sunny side bright, A feast for my clown, morning's pure light.

Buggy opened the door and leaned on the doorway, crossing his arms. He cherished those quiet, intimate moments watching Catherine in the kitchen, utterly content and at peace as she moved with a graceful fluidity, shaking her butt slightly, expertly preparing his favorite breakfast. The sizzle of the batter hitting the hot pan, the delicate golden-brown hue of the perfectly cooked pancakes, the way the steam gently curled up and dissipated into the air - it was a symphony of sensations that never failed to captivate him.

And then there was his favorite part - Catherine's the soft, melodic humming that accompanied her actions, a melody as warm and comforting as the meal she was creating for him.

The table a canvas, our hearts paint it bold, With stories and giggles, each moment behold. For in this delightful, spontaneous dance, We savor each other, we’re lost in romance.

It was in these fleeting, unhurried instants that Buggy felt truly seen and understood, as if her very essence was in sync with his own. That morning, when Buggy first witnessed this tranquil domestic scene unfold before his eyes, something profound shifted within him. In that moment, Buggy was struck by the realization that this woman, this person in pyjama pants with zebras, had become an irreplaceable part of his heart. It was a revelation that filled him with a profound sense of wonder and gratitude, a crystalline understanding that he had quite unexpectedly, irrevocably fallen in love.

With laughter and giggles, we share our feast, For my blue-haired clown, who makes joy increase. Each bite is a treasure, each sip is a cheer, In our breakfast circus, happiness is near!

"Morning, cotton candy!"

"Oh, my God! You sneak up on me like a mouse sometimes, Buggy the Clown! I'm 34, I might have a heart attack." Catherine giggled.

"Why are you here? In my t-shirt. Again. Have you learned to get out from under me, huh?"

"Yes, I have developed my own technique. You still press me into the bed with your body, hugging me like an octopus and I have to kick you with my feet. But I wanted to make you your favorite breakfast. See? This plate is for you." Catherine pointed with a spatula at a pile of thick, delicious pancakes. "You woke up early today, you're leaving in three hours. I thought you'd sleep for another hour and a half."

"It's all your fault. And pancakes' fault." Buggy rose slightly on his toes to get a better look at his breakfast plate.

"I think there are only two things that can get you out of bed - food and sex."

"Fuck you honestly! It's not true!" Buggy came closer to Catherine and placed his chin on her shoulder. "You were singing again." He said quietly.

"I wasn't singing. You imagined it." Catherine tried to flip a pancake on the frying pan, but it fell on the table. "No! I won't be a good cook." She laughed.

Buggy hugged her tighter and tried to kiss her neck.

"What are you doing? No!" Catherine gently pushed his head away. "You can't go there while I'm cooking. We discussed this!”

"But why? We have time!” He tried to kiss her neck.

"No!" Catherine pushed his head away again. "You're punished after this night in bed! Do you remember what happened?"

"Oh, believe me, I remember." Buggy sighed happily.

"I hate you, clown!" Catherine scratched his head. “Still can't understand how I even fell in love with you?”

"I told you, you fell under my charm."

"There was no charm, Buggy! You pissed me off and wanted to leave me in the desert!!"

"Fuck!!" He rolled his eyes. "I didn't leav--"

Smack.

Catherine kissed him on his nose, causing confusion to appear on his face. "Ha! Gotcha! You should see your face now." She laughed again. "Oh, I need to make you sand– Buggy.”

"What?” He asked quietly.

"Stop grabbing my ass, idiot!"

Buggy hugged her even tighter and sighed heavily.

"What happened, little bear?" Catherine scratched his hand.

"I'll be gone for a week." Buggy said with a sad voice.

"Yeah, this is gonna be our longest separation, huh?" Catherine put a couple more ready pancakes on the plate. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. I'll be waiting for you at home. We can handle it! Look at us! Our crew is so strong!"

"I hope." Buggy kissed her shoulder.

"I promise to call and text you every day." She stroked his hand.

"Oh! I have an idea! Maybe we can try..." He whispered in her ear.

"Ugh, Buggy! No!" Catherine squealed. "I'm not doing this to you over the phone, pervert!"

"But why?" He rounded his eyes. "We never did this!"

"And we never will! I don't even want to imagine you pantless in a hotel room doing… Ew, disgusting!!"

"In my defense, you didn't want to be tied to the bed, but I didn't hear any complaints." Buggy started imitating her. "Just "yes, Buggy, more, Buggy". Fuck! Music to my ears."

"First, you're disgusting! Stop saying such vulgar things in front of food! Pancakes can hear you! Second, that's why you are being punished. Third, you know how to ruin a romantic moment, jerk. That's it!" Catherine slapped his hands. "Get your tentacles off me. And sit at the table. Your favorite breakfast is ready."

"Fuck, yeah! Pancakes!" Buggy kissed her on her temple and quickly sat down on the chair. He rubbed his hands together and watched as Catherine placed a plate with food on the table and a large cup of coffee. "Yummy!!" He picked up a pancake in his hands, popped it into his mouth and sipped his coffee.

"Tasty?" Catherine began to stroke his hair.

"It gets better and better every time." Buggy tasted it with his mouth full.

"Chew, then talk." Catherine giggled, kissed him on the head and sat down on the chair.

Catherine gazed with fondness at Buggy eagerly tucking into the breakfast she had lovingly prepared for him. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes filled the air.

"Fuck, so good!” Buggy ate one pancake after another.

"Buggy." Catherine asked quietly, eating pancake.

"Hm?"

"What am I humming about? I just really don't notice that.”

"What you’re humming about.. About different things. Birds, dogs. About.. you know.. Different things." Buggy didn't say that she was singing about him.

"It's interesting." Catherine shrugged. "My mom never did that. My sister never did that. Maybe it's my own habit? Apparently, you inspire me, my blue-haired love." Smack. Smack. Smack.

"Fuck! Stop doing this, woman! I’m eating my breakfast!"

As Buggy savored each bite, Catherine couldn't help but smile, her heart swelling with affection for this man who brought so much joy and laughter to her life. Once the last piece of food had been cleared from his plate, Catherine stepped in to assist Buggy to pack his bags and watched carefully while he was putting on the makeup, periodically kissing him on the cheek and listening to his grumbling.

As the moment of departure drew near, Catherine showered Buggy with a flurry of passionate kisses, her lips pressing against his painted face again and again, conveying the depth of her adoration and the bittersweet pangs of having to part ways, if only for a little while.

"I'm gonna miss you, my silly clown." Catherine pressed her cheek to Buggy's chest, hugging him around his waist. "I can't wait to see the article in the paper that my man is the best showman in the whole wide world. I promise I will sit down with this newspaper in my favorite cafe, eat chocolate cake and be proud of you." She kissed him again on the lips and nose. "Just remember that I love you so, so much, my Buggy Bear."

"Love you too, my cotton candy." He stroked her back. "Ok, I gotta go."

"Come back to me, okay? Flirt with your fangirls in the bar, but come back to me." Catherine stroked his cheek.

"So you won't leave my house until I'm gone?" Buggy asked mockingly, checking the wallet in his jeans jacket.

"Nope!" Catherine tiptoed and kissed him on his nose.

"Fuck! Do you want to stay and continue ruining my life, little shit?"

"More than anything in the world! What did you expect?" Catherine shrugged. "You didn't provide me with a private jet. This is your punishment."

With a final, lingering embrace, Catherine watched Buggy depart, her eyes shining with pride and a touch of wistfulness, already eagerly anticipating the day when he would return to her.

Two days later, Catherine was sitting in her favorite cafe, eating chocolate cake and reading a headline that Buggy’s show in another city had been met with a twenty-minute standing ovation.

[posttexasstressdisorder]

Chocolate Chip Banana Muffins

Made these last night, had three bananas to use so I improvised on a muffin recipe I've used for a long time. When you've done this as long as I have, you learn how much of each ingredient you'll have to adjust to fit what you've got to work with. After awhile, it's just instinct.

These turned out just about exactly what I generally shoot for: a dense but soft crumb, packed with whatever extra ingredient (choc chips, blueberries, etc), golden brown and crispy tops, tender and moist below.

I'll post the recipe later tonight...got kiddo's spring band concert, and I think it's going to be the first one with her playing violin instead of trumpet.

Ingredients:

3/4 cup (stick and a half) salted butter

2 cups granulated sugar

3 over-ripe bananas, mashed

4 eggs

4 1/2 tspns baking powder

2 tspns vanilla

1 tspn cinnamon

1 tspn kosher salt

3 to 3 1/2 cups flour

2 cups chocolate chips

3/4 to 1 cup buttermilk

Sprinkling sugar crystals

PREHEAT OVEN TO 400 DEGREES, Rack in center of oven.

Cream the butter, sugar, baking powder, vanilla, cinnamon and salt until fluffy. Add the eggs, one at a time, beating thoroughly between each. Keep the mixer going and add the mashed bananas and the buttermilk. Beat thoroughly, making sure the ingredients are all incorporated, turn the mixer to lowest speed and slowly add the flour, 1/2 cup at a time, until you have a thick, creamy batter. Add the chocolate chips and mix for a few seconds to distribute. Fill your large muffin cups to the top, and coat the tops with a liberal sprinkling of sprinkling crystals. Bake at 400 for 24-25 minutes, until golden-brown. Cool in pans for 20 minutes, then on a wire cooling rack until totally cooled.

Baker's privilege to have one while steaming hot, fresh out of the oven ;-)

These keep VERY well, thanks to the butter, eggs, and buttermilk. Fine on the countertop under a cake bell for at least 3-4 days, if they last that long!

[edey63]

Mexican Grandmother’s Tamales 🌽🍂

Ingredients:

For the Masa:

4 cups masa harina (corn flour for tamales)

1 ½ tsp baking powder

1 tsp salt

1 ½ cups lard or vegetable shortening

3-4 cups warm chicken or pork broth (from cooking the meat)

For the Pork Filling:

2 lbs pork shoulder or pork butt, cut into chunks

1 onion, quartered

4 garlic cloves

2 bay leaves

Salt and pepper to taste

4 dried guajillo chiles, seeds and stems removed

2 dried ancho chiles, seeds and stems removed

2 garlic cloves

1/4 tsp cumin

1/2 tsp oregano

Salt to taste

For the Corn Husks:

25-30 dried corn husks, soaked in warm water for at least 30 minutes until pliable.

Instructions:

Cook the Pork:

Place the pork chunks in a large pot and cover with water. Add the onion, garlic cloves, bay leaves, salt, and pepper. Bring to a boil, then reduce the heat and simmer for 1.5 to 2 hours, or until the pork is tender and easily shredded.

Once cooked, shred the pork and save the broth for the masa.

Prepare the Red Chile Sauce:

In a pot, boil the guajillo and ancho chiles for 10 minutes, or until softened. Drain the water and transfer the chiles, garlic, cumin, and oregano to a blender. Add a bit of the pork broth and blend until smooth. Strain the sauce through a sieve to remove solids. Set aside.

Add the red chile sauce to the shredded pork, mixing well to combine.

Prepare the Masa:

In a large bowl, beat the lard or vegetable shortening until light and fluffy.

In a separate bowl, mix the masa harina, baking powder, and salt. Gradually add the masa mixture to the lard, alternating with the warm pork broth, until the dough is smooth and spreadable. The consistency should be like thick cake batter. When ready, a small ball of dough should float in water.

Assemble the Tamales:

Drain the soaked corn husks and pat dry. Spread about 2 tablespoons of masa onto the center of each corn husk, leaving room at the top and bottom. Add a spoonful of the pork filling in the center of the masa.

Fold the sides of the husk over the filling, then fold the bottom up to seal.

Steam the Tamales:

Stand the tamales upright in a large steamer pot, with the open ends facing up. Add water to the bottom of the steamer, making sure it doesn't touch the tamales. Cover the tamales with a damp cloth or extra corn husks.

Steam over medium heat for 1.5 to 2 hours, or until the masa easily pulls away from the husk.

Serve:

Once cooked, let the tamales cool slightly before serving. Serve with your favorite salsa, crema, or toppings.

Enjoy these comforting, traditional Mexican Grandmother’s Tamales—full of flavor, warmth, and love! 😋