#your spinach puffs are burning

[ghostradiodylan]

The tag “Jacob has big Kronk energy” slayed me. So true.

JACOB CUSTOS 1/??

[nyoomfruits]

where i am going is right where i am (lando/oscar, 18k, completed)

Oscar, Lando likes to tell people, is a slow burn. Unremarkable at first. Almost a little boring. But then he wiggles your way into your life with his croissants and his soft little smiles and then one day you wake up and realize you would conquer worlds, slay dragons, eat spinach puffs, anything just to get him to look at you. Max, on multiple occasions, has told him that’s a him problem and that not everyone experiences this around Oscar. Lando thinks Max is an idiot.

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[sweet-caress-of-twilight]

Disney Animated Canon Dashboard Simulator

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How do I look?

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mid

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That's why your mom is dead

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ik you're not talking when your uncle killed your dad 💀be so fr rn

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moots you have 24 hours to unfollow a-l*fe-in-t*e-w**ds

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geez, wanna buy some vowels?

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how dare you say we piss on the poor

#classism tw

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I'm not classist, my best pal is a street rat

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Actually, we prefer the term "mouse" - Bernard

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I don't believe it, another "piss on the poor" moment? I'm not even talking about you dawg 💀

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...

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actually I wouldn't mind being pissed on

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AYO?

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#aladdin horny heritage posts

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h

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I SHOWED YOU MY COCK IN DMS PLEASE RESPOND

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I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE BEEN BLOCKED BY BELLE ANYWAYS DNI IF YOU STAN THE BEAST

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#THE BEAST SWEEP

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shut your goofy ass up before I melt you

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Gawrsh, did someone mention me?

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hes not talking about you you big palooka

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Actually, you're supposed to put an apostrophe in the word "he's"

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GAHHHHHHH WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA?

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adults are so annoying like go pay your taxes grandpa 🙄

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You are a minor who knows nothing about the world. You are the ugly one here. I can make YOU shut up but I suggest you one thing. You don't want to deal with a devil like me.

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Hi

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AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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moots please tw crocodiles

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BOO

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THIS IS THE LAST STRAW MEDUSA!!!!!11 I'M BREAKING THE MUTUAL!!1111!!

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And this, my darlings, is why we don't put our triggers out in public

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Hercules save me

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Hercules

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save me Hercules

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Never fear, I'm on my way!

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Nice pfp bro

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254.421.81.132

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uhm,,,,this entire dashboard is rife with sin and degeneracy. Do you all have no shame?

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fiwruehfiuerhgiuerhughgeuyrhg

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Sorry that was Djali typing anyway OP literally tried to burn me at the stake for being Romani????

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And I would do it again to cleanse the world of your wickedness! You flaunt your heresy and expect us to applaud?

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how about you keep that energy when you look in the mirror? cause last i checked, your obsession with me wasn’t exactly “holy”

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You dare speak to me of obsession? I shall have you blocked and reported from this webbed site!

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lol ok

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DO NOT SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY! YOU SHALL ANSWER TO DIVINE JUDGMENT!

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frollo got termed lmao sucks to suck

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that sucks, i was gonna invite him to my place for a BBQ

🔮 th3-gre4t-and-powerful Follow Why do I always wake up to the chaos of this dashboard? I need coffee and Kuzco's head on a platter.

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tf is u doing ur really killing my groove here :(

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Get off of my dash.

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u havent blocked me tho

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Hi guys, this is my first post here! Good vibes only!

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Unfortunately, there appears to be a spelling error in your username. It is supposed to be "necessities."

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Guys, I have a theory: I think Baloo and Little John are the same person. I mean, have we ever seen them online at the same time?

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You know, Little John did get termed recently....

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Nice pfp

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Thanks, I stole it from you

#oodelally

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Um this is extremely offensive to people who have been put under sleeping spells??????

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Excuse me, Simba, but Aurora has been putting under a sleeping spell, as have I. Please don't spread negativity here :(

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plsushthepostistreu - Sleepy

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you know that by being sleepy, you're appropriating the culture of those who have been put under sleeping spells?????

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so...just fuck being tired, I guess?

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Please no profanity on my posts, Aladdin :(

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anyone in this thread smoke weed

[kittencb97]

seventeen as actual things my boyfriend has said to me

seungcheol:

me: “*sigh.* yeosang<3”

him: “where. u with him rn?”

jeonghan:

“i hope u know that just bc you’re my lady friend, i’m not going easy on u when we play uno. i don’t fuck around with that”

joshua:

me: “one of my preschool boys just told me he thinks i’m beautiful. i’m actually genuinely crying”

him: “oh, but when THIS little boy says that, you tell him ‘no’. i see how it is”

jun:

(my cat had the zoomies but she was hidden behind the couch so we couldn’t actually see her)

me: “?? wtf is kitty doing”

him: “her taxes”

hoshi:

me: “what are you, nancy drew?”

him: “yea. by the way who is he?”

wonwoo:

*rolls over to talk to me but is still 100% asleep*

him: “what is it?”

me: “what is what?”

him: “no, what is it called?”

me: “what?-”

him: *getting irritated* “the name of the book, what is it”

woozi:

me: “babe guess my fart”

him: “i’d rather do literally anything else”

dk:

“you are just such an animal magnet…… that’s how you know you are a good person”

(🩷🩷🩷🩷)

mingyu:

*looking at the dairy queen menu together*

me: “what are you getting?”

him: “……hard.”

hao:

me: “there is a white elephant gift exchange at my work christmas party and my boss says u have to participate bc she knows ur stubborn”

him: “tell her that my presence alone will be a gift, and then shoot her some finger guns”

seungkwan:

me: “babe, who is your favorite avenger?”

him: “madonna”

vernon:

me: “i passed tf out watching emperors new groove. i even fell asleep before kronk could burn his spinach puffs. that’s how tired i was”

him: “good thing too. that part is tragic”

chan:

*him rambling telling me a story*

me: “oh i thought you said his name was cleetus. i was about to ask who tf cleetus is”

him: “don’t all females have cleetuses?”

[aftonfamilyvalues]

your spinach puffs will burn for this

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Good morning Gumshoes!!

I hope your day is a good one!! Just gonna share a bit whats on my little ol thief brain, knocking around..

The most surprisingly difficult thing, other than picking out what to have as the next target for my heists, is that figuring out the inbetweens of the heists and the major events in the story when retelling it. There is a lot that was not very eventful. Mostly slice of life and every day things then like months later major disaster that we need to scramble and overcome or else this high stake heist cant happen or something..

I’m currently working on chapter 7 and theres a spot of just… nothing. Might make a joke chapter of just that “the chapter where nothing happens for like almost a year” and just have them sitting watching tv and Carmen forgetting something burning in the oven “my spinach puffs!” Or some one mini paragraph of stupid.

You know, I think I’ll do that. Because that just kicked off the next story bit that will finally get into the good creamy center. The closer the story becomes more current, the tougher it is due to me still figuring out details. This will be fun!

[the-catboy-minyan]

english translation:

THIS IS A CURSED COMBINATION OF A BUREKAS AND A SAMBUSAK THAT WAS MADE FROM MY MOM'S JACHNUN DOUGH RECEPIE (filled with mushrooms/ spinach)

I swear this is edible 💀

Recepie for 12 abominations:

dough:

2 cups wheat/spelt flour (I used one cup white spelt and 1 cup white wheat, next time I'll try with whole spelt)

1/4 cup olive oil

1 teasoon of salt

140ml room temperature water

a bit of butter (can be switched for margarine (ew) or probably olive oil? butter just makes it taste better)

a clean surface to work on, like your kitchen counter.

for the fillings:

I'm not sharing the recepie cuz it's absolute dogshit you can google different burekas/ sambusak fillings they'd probably all work well

STEPS:

preheat the oven to 190°c

put the flour in a bowl and make a hole in the middle, dump the oil and the salt in it and start hand mixing, while slowly adding the water. mix until you get an even texture and there's no leftover flour on the edges of the bowl. the end result should be a slightly sticky, oily, and stretchy dough.

let the dough sit for 15 minutes while covered, after that oil up your hands a bit and mix it again for a few minutes, then let it rest for an hour.

while you wait you can work on your fillings, I'd recommend making a pizza filling because it's the absolute best but I went for something that will be kinder to my digestive system.

after an hour, divide the dough to 12 balls (could be more if you want smaller pastries, I'd probably go for half the size next time). let the balls sit for 15 minutes, preferably covered.

spread some butter on your kitchen counter and flop the ball on it, spread it out a bit in a circle, and add the filling over half the circle (if you're adding sauce spread it like you're making a pizza), then fold one half ot the dough over the filling and carefully pinch the edges.

this dough doesn't like sticking to itself because of the oil, so really make sure you're making it stick, I think flattening it with a fork would help but i didn't try, half my pastries opened up! (the dough keeps its shape though so it's not that critical)

optional: smear them with an egg and dump on them half a bucket of sesame seeds (/j). I didn't add an egg so the sesame seeds didn't stick, even tho I knew this would happen, I am a dumbass. you can also add poppy seeds or whatever else people add on these things.

put these fuckers in the oven for 20 minutes or until they're golden, I put it for 30 minutes and they were on the verge of burning at the top, keep an eye on them!

the end result should feel like a puff pastry but slightly thicker, a bit crispy.

congratulations!!! you just created an abomination of cultural dishes! enjoy 😍

ברוך הבא למבשלים עם נועם!

והיום: שילוב מקולל בין בורקס לסמבוסק שנוצר מבצק ג'חנון (במילוי פטריות/תרד)

נש��ע שיצא לי טעים 💀

(אגב בתמונה יש מזלג כי אכלתי על הצלחת הזאת מקושקשת קודם, אני לא פסיכופת, לא אכלתי את הסמבוסק עם מזלג, אל תהרגו אותי)

המתכון (ל12 זוועות):

לבצק:

2 כוסות קמח חיטה/כוסמין (בתמונה עשיתי חצי חצי בין כוסמין לבן לחיטה לבנה, פעמים הבאות אעשה עם כוסמין מלא)

1/4 כוס שמן זית

140 מ"ל מים פושרים

כפית מלח

קצת חמאה פושרת בקערה

משטח עבודה נקי (שיש כאילו)

למילוי:

חפשו באינטרנט מילויי בורקס/סמבוסק, מה שהכנתי יצא זוועה אני לא משתף את זה 💀

תחממו את התנור מראש ל190°c.

שימו את הקמח בקערה, תעשו גומה כזה באמצע ותשפכו לבפנים את השמן והמלח, ותתחילו לערבב עם יד אחת, עם היד השנייה תשפכו לאט לאט את המים. תערבבו עד שיוצאת לכם תערובת אחידה טיפה דביקה ולא נשאר קמח בקצוות של הקערה. אני ממליץ להשאיר כוס עם טיפה קמח בצד למקרה שזה יוצא דביק מידי וצריך להוסיף.

תצפו את זה ותנו לזה לנוח 15 דקות, אחרי רבע שעה תלושו את זה עוד פעם לכמה דקות ותנו לזה לנוח שעה.

במהלך השעה הזאת אפשר לעבוד על המילויים לזוועות, הנה תמונה של המילוי פטריות והמילוי תרד שהכנתי (קחו בחשבון שזה מלא פטריות והכנתי שישאר לי אקסטרה, וגם נשפך לי מלא בזיליקום כי אני טמבל 💀)

לאחר שעה תחלקו את זה ל12 כדורים (אפשר אפילו יותר אם אתם רוצים לעשות אותם קטנים), ותנו לזה לנוח מכוסה לעוד 15 דקות. תוודאו שיש לכם מגש יותר גדול משלי כי הכדורים המזדיינים האלה יצאו אח''כ מזה גדולים.

אחרי 15 דקות, תשמנו את השיש עם קצת חמאה, תניחו עליו את הכדור, ותמתחו אותו שיהיה עיגול שטוח (לא מתוח מידי, הוא צריך להיות קצת עבה שהמילוי ישאר בתוכו)

תקחו כף של מילוי לבחירתכם ותניחו על חצי מהעיגול, תוודאו שיש טיפה רווח בקצוות.

קפלו את הבצק לחצי, תוודאו שאתם צובטים טוב טוב את הקצוות, אני ווידאתי את זה ועדיין חצי מהסמבורקסים האלה נפתחו לי. הבצק הזה לא אוהב להידבק לעצמו כי זה בצק ג'חנון שנועד שיהיו לו שכבות.

אחרי שסיימתם אפשר להבריש עליהם עם ביצה ולשפוך חצי דלי של שומשום עד שלא רואים בצק (חשוב מאוד!). אני לא שמתי ביצה והשומשום לא נדבק, למרות שחשבתי על זה, ואמרתי לעצמי על כל גרגיר "למה לא שמת ביצה. למה לא שמת ביצה." :)

תדחפו לתנור ל20 דקות או עד שמזהיב, בכל תנור זה כנראה יהיה אחרת אינלי שמץ.

אני שמתי 20 דקות וזה לא הזהיב, אז הוספתי עוד 10 דקות וזה טיפה התחיל להישרף, איזה יופי!

הנה שוב התמונה המוכנה, הבצק כל כך פאקינג טוב אני ממש לא ציפיתי לזה, אני טיפה מתחרט שלא נתתי לו להיות עבה יותר אפילו. נראלי פעם הבאה אני אנסה לחקות יותר בורקסים מאשר סמבוסק כדי שיהיה יותר קראנצ'י. תבלו!

אל תשכחו אח''כ לנקות את כל הכלים, כי יש הרבה.

[candlecoo]

Shinso: you know what character you remind of from the emperor’s new groove

Midoriya: let me guess yzma

Shinso: no, kronk

Midoriya: why?

Ilda: Midoriya, I think your spinach puffs are burning

Midoriya: MY MAGICAL SPINACH PUFFS

Mage au

Ha!!!

[froggie-recs-fics]

Hi! Could you rec some of your favorite Stucky fake dating fics? Thanks!

Of course!

Because of family/friends/ex:

Get Jingle With It by mambo (M, 40K, No Powers AU, Christmas)

Bucky stands alone in a room full of Steve’s coworkers wearing a light-up Hanukkah sweater and holding a plate of terrible spinach puffs. It’s Christmas Eve, and they’ve been snowed-in, stuck with Steve’s coworkers for nearly a week at their company retreat. Steve is flirting with an asshole across the room while Bucky watches one of Steve’s overly-familiar coworkers making his way over to him, probably to ask Bucky about his sex life for the fiftieth time since this week began. Why does everyone keep asking about Bucky’s sex life? Because everyone at this terrible party thinks that he and Steve are not only a couple, but the cutest couple at this whole shindig. And that apparently makes them feel entitled to all of the information about Bucky's private life that they can get.

They aren’t entitled, and he and Steve aren't a couple. But that doesn’t mean that Steve isn’t the love of Bucky’s life.

Bucky nibbles on the edge of the nasty spinach puff and nearly gags.

Worst. Christmas. Ever.

Karma's A Fake Orgasm by daisymondays (E, 51K, College/Uni AU, Pre-Serum Steve, Slow Burn)

There’s another abandoned mug, festering with mould in the living room — Steve offically has the world's worst roommates. And complains about them. Often. Bucky, tired of his lack of action, decides it’s time to avenge Steve's sleepless nights and unsanitary conditions once and for all. They’ll pretend to be the world’s most annoying couple: excessive PDA, loud fake sex, and general repugnance. The plan sounds easy enough; it will be strictly platonic. Or will it?

Captain Fantastic and the Pineapple King by buckyfuckybarnes (T, 30K, 5+1, No Powers AU, Disaster Steve)

Shit. She hadn't noticed him yet. Maybe he could turn and leave without them noticing – Sam would understand. Sam was the most empathetic person he knew. He wouldn’t scold Steve for coming home spice-less to avoid an awkward encounter with an ex. Surely. They drew closer. Fuck. Please don't notice me, please don't notice me, please don't notice me... "Steve?" Fuck. In which Steve is saved from his ex in a grocery store, Bucky Barnes is Way Too Chill about absolutely everything, and Sam has had enough of all of these goddamn pineapples in his fucking house. Or: The five times Steve received a pineapple (and one Piña Colada) and the one time he didn't

Because of a job:

Call Boy by L1av (E, 149K, No Powers AU, Escort Steve, Sexuality Crisis)

Bucky Barnes was skyrocketing through promotions at his advertising firm. Now, a partnership position is opening and if Bucky wants to see his name on the building, he needs to impress not only Mr. Tony Stark, but his wife Pepper. To do this, it takes a team, a couple to be exact. Bucky asks his ex-wife Natasha to set him up with the perfect girl, blonde, tall, thick thighs and huge tits, but with the personality that’ll get Pepper all smiles.

What Bucky gets? Tall, blonde, thick thighs…and a penis. Can this male escort pretend to not only be Bucky’s fiance but also impress Pepper enough to win Bucky the promotion? Is he going to impress Bucky enough to get him to sleep with him?

Steve loves working for his tip.

turn back into stars by crinklefries (T, 56K, Sports AU, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn)

Their rivalry begins like this: they’re teenagers, skating the same circuits, competing in the same competitions. What happens is that they compete against each other for the novice boy’s title in the North Atlantic Regional Figure Skating Competition and they both somehow tie for first place. There are no ties in competition, but their scores are identical across the board.

Steve hates that Bucky took his win from him and Bucky hates that Steve thinks he won instead of tying, like the results said. The ensuing verbal scuffle had cemented what would come to be a slightly unhealthy long-term skating rivalry.

The intervening years don't help.

***

Perennial rivals since childhood, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes face off against each other to achieve their Olympic figure skating dreams. But when bad luck and bad falls get in their way, Steve realizes there might only be one way to make it to Wakanda after all.

It's reckless and it's definitely incredibly stupid, but to win Olympic gold, these two enemies will need to come together as a pair--on the ice and off.

Songbird by chicklette (E, 70K, No Powers AU, Celebrity Bucky, Coming Out, Slow Burn)

At 43, James Barnes is a washed up old man. He’s got a dozen Grammys in the hall closet, an agent that can’t get him a deal, a decade-old case of writer’s block, a moody teen-aged daughter, and the gorgeous actress Natasha Romanova for an ex-wife. Well, one of them anyway. He’s a man who’s given up on finding joy in his life, and if it wasn’t for his kid, he’d have probably found a way to quit the world a long time ago.

Enter Steven Grant Rogers, struggling twenty-something, orphan, and someone who has no idea who Barnes is, other than some musician his mom liked a lot. The two men meet by accident, doing nothing more than passing the time in a quiet bar. But when a pap gets a shot of the two men embracing, Bucky takes it as a chance to finally come out as bisexual, and his agent makes him a proposition: Ten new songs and one very sweet boyfriend will get him a new record deal that will maybe, just maybe put him back on top.

Now all he has to do is write the songs, convince the kid, and not fall in love. Should be easy, right?

Marriage of convenience/Mutual benefit:

just say you do by biblionerd07 (T, 173K, No Powers AU, Slow Burn, Veteran Bucky, Pre-Serum Steve)

Steve just wanted a job. He wasn't expecting a marriage proposal. And he certainly wasn't expecting to accept.

Put On A Slow, Dumb Show For You by starclipped (T, 27K, No Powers AU, The Proposal AU, Enemies to Lovers)

James Buchanan Barnes is about to be deported. The only solution is to marry his assistant, Steve Rogers. It should be easy. It's not.

[The Proposal AU]

Anatomy of a Scandal by Rena (E, 31K, Regency AU, Pre-Serum Steve, Mutual Pining)

When Steve Rogers returns to Brooklyn, the marriage arranged for him having proven to be a sham, he is desperate; desperate to regain his footing in Society, desperate to secure a wealthy spouse capable of paying the costly treatments that keep his mother alive and settling his family's debts. But how is he to do that when people view him as nothing more than damaged goods, someone to be sneered at, ridiculed, looked down upon, or pitied at best?

An opportunity presents itself when Lord Barnes, the renowned carefree Casanova of Brooklyn, forgets himself during one night of drunken stupor, sending Steve a letter that flouts all laws of common decency. An agreement is soon made: in return for Steve's discretion, Lord Barnes will pretend to court him, taking him to the most fancy events of the season where Steve can be introduced to potential suitors. It all works out perfectly, until Steve comes to understand that Lord Barnes is not as pompous and self-absorbed as he believed....

You're the One That I Want by PR Zed (przed) (M, 53K, No Powers AU, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort)

"You don't have to worry about not having good health insurance," Bucky says. "I'll pay. Whatever your treatments cost, I'll pay it." He'd pay anything to save Steve.

"I can't let you do that," Steve says. "I can't let you drain your savings when we both know I'm going to die eventually anyway."

"Don't say that," Bucky says. This is a problem. He can solve problems. He solves problems at work all day. That's what he does.

And then it comes to him. The wonderful, horrible solution to this catastrophe.

"Let's get married," Bucky blurts out.

When Steve's heart starts failing, Bucky's gold standard Stark Industries health insurance gets Steve the treatment he needs. But Bucky finds that when you're secretly in love with your (maybe dying) best friend, things get a lot complicated, fast.

if i'm evil, still you're right beside me by lacunalady (E, CNTW, 105K, No Powers AU, Mob Boss Bucky, Nurse Steve)

“How can you say that?" Steve shudders, turning away. "I know the things you’re capable of. You’re not...a good person.”

There is a beat of silence after that. Steve is afraid for a moment that he’d angered a powerful man, one to whom he had his back turned. “You don't know me,” Bucky says finally, his voice very soft. "I can prove myself to you."

****

Steve Rogers didn't mean to stumble into mafia business that night--but stumble he did. After saving the life of infamous mob boss James Barnes, Steve finds himself trapped in a Brooklyn alleyway with a target on his back and nowhere to run. That is, of course, until Barnes offers him a deal; in return for saving his life, Barnes will offer him protection from Rumlow's retaliation. The twist? They have to convince the rival mob (and all of New York's juiciest tabloids) that they're madly in love.

It's a mission/they're (an) agent(s):

sometimes everything is touch and go by santanico (E, 14K, No Powers AU)

Bucky and Steve's mission is to infiltrate a suburban neighborhood as a married couple. In theory, it should be difficult, but it also kind of isn't.

Bucky hesitates. “It’s undercover. We’ve done undercover before.” He shrugs.

Steve laughs again. “This isn’t exactly the same as infiltration under the guise of being regular civilians. What is it again – what did Fury’s email say?” Steve pauses, tapping his chin with his index finger. “ ‘Mr. and Mr. Rogers are a couple who have recently moved into a neighborhood in northern Colorado. You are to maintain an image of high-standing and societal grace.’ That’s not exactly your scene, is it, Buck? Especially the part about being Mr. Rogers.”

Thirty-Eight Days and Counting by thecommodore_squid (orphan_account) (M, 40K, No Powers AU, Witness protection, Agent Steve)

It didn’t escape him that Steve shared his assumed last name. “Are you gonna be my cousin?” Bucky asked dully.

Steve frowned. “Husband, actually,” he said easily, holding up his left hand to show a typical golden band.

Bucky scowled and closed the door.

AKA An AU in which Bucky is put in the witness protection program and Steve is the agent hired to protect him/pretend to be his husband.

this city bleeds its aching heart (E, 34K, Post-Avengers, Unrequited Love)

The one where Steve and Bucky pose as a happily married couple while on a mission for SHIELD, to catch an international arms dealer hiding in a suburban neighbourhood.

[oldmessysoulsworld]

WHAT I EAT IN A DAY

12/12/22

DAY 3 / 15

Hi everyone i hope your day was good, here are my meals of the day, this day was a little harder than the first two, because I started doing sports again 1 hour of cardio this morning.

I'm grateful for this day and I will do more tomorrow than anything i did today 💟

I will have everything i want and doing everything i have to for creating new habits and finally live the life i deserve 🧠

BREAKFAST :

Black coffee ☕️ (0 Cals)

8 Almonds (56 Cals)

LUNCH :

2 Rice cakes (25 Cals / cake)

Cream cheese (40 Cals)

Green Tea with one Lemon in (19 Cals)

DINER :

2 Home Bread (50 Cals / Piece)

1 Spinach and cheese puff pastry (40 Cals)

200 ml Onion soup (69 Cals)

Herbal Tea (4 Cals)

half a cup of popcorn 🍿 (15 Cals)

TOTAL CALS : 393

WATER TOTAL : 2 L

TOTAL STEPS : 15042

CALS BURNED : 2473

[simba-bonfamille-lyons]

@cruzzramirez

Simba was smiling. As much as one could smile when it was your father's birthday today and almost the anniversary of your father's death and you were trying to keep it together.

This was a very good thing that was happening, though. Simba couldn't help but smile. Even if his heart burned, thinking about how his father would want to be here for this. That he had to do it in his father's honor, instead of with him. But--that was the reality of it and the burn that Simba felt was one he'd felt for the last five years, at least. Bittersweet. Sometimes hard, sometimes lovely.

Either way, it kept his father alive. And this was just another way to do that.

Simba had invited the Ramirezes out to dinner to Chippamunka's. All three generations of them. His mum was there. Berlioz and Ashlee too. He had encouraged everyone to order their favourite milkshakes and had gotten two rounds of spinach puffs for the table. Everyone was ready to tuck in. Simba gestured for everyone to serve themselves, taking a large portion for himself.

"Thank you, Ramirezes for coming out! I am so glad you could come. I asked you here for a special reason, but how are you all doing first? Cruz, how's school?"

[outfit]

Ready, Set, Race /./ [Crumba]

[nyoomfruits]

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fics

la douceur de l’été (lando/oscar, 34k, in progress)

“Alright, okay,” Lando says, slumping down a little theatrically. “So you’re all just going to leave me down here to rot.”

“No one is leaving you to rot,” George says, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, so, what, are you going to carry me up the mountain then?” Lando counters.

“I’m not going to-“ George starts, but gets cut off by Oscar.

“I can stay.”

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you love me (but you don’t know it yet) (lando/oscar, 34,5k, completed)

When they get to the McLaren motorhome, his PR rep is already waiting for him in the doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “We would’ve preferred if you’d told us about your boyfriend beforehand, Lando,” she says, as they make their way inside, glancing at Oscar following behind them. “We could’ve had some contingency plans in place.”

“Well, I would have told you,” Lando says, “I just didn’t know he existed until like 20 minutes ago.”

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ghost of you (charles/max, 3,5k, completed)

“All right, are you now finally ready to explain why four time world driver champion Charles Leclerc is currently in my living room?” Max says, as Charles towels off his hair.

Charles pauses, lets the towel fall into his lap, stares at Max with wide eyes. “I’m sorry, did you say four time?”

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where i am going is right where i am (lando/oscar, 18k, completed)

Oscar, Lando likes to tell people, is a slow burn. Unremarkable at first. Almost a little boring. But then he wiggles your way into your life with his croissants and his soft little smiles and then one day you wake up and realize you would conquer worlds, slay dragons, eat spinach puffs, anything just to get him to look at you.

Max, on multiple occasions, has told him that’s a him problem and that not everyone experiences this around Oscar. Lando thinks Max is an idiot.

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sink your teeth into me (lando/oscar, 5k, complete)

“Yeah,” Oscar says, shrugs. “Would be better if it wasn’t so fucking orange, though.”

“Oscar,” Lando tuts, heading for the door, back to his own driver’s room. “Where’s your team spirit.”

“Dead,” Oscar says, small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, gesturing at the orange coffin as if to say ‘get it?’.

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love you with the lights on (lando/oscar, 28k, complete)

“I texted him,” Lando says. “He can’t have forgotten about me, I texted him, and he never texted back.” 

 Max shrugs. “Maybe he didn’t know what to say. After all, how do you tell your fuck buddy that you’ve accidentally gone out and acquired a baby?”

--

already home (lando/oscar, 32k, completed)

Lando takes a deep steadying breath. “I think I might be in love with Oscar.” He says, and hates how immediately when he says the words, he knows it’s true.

“Right,” Max says, nodding. “And?”

“What do you mean, ‘and?’” Lando says, a little outraged. “I can’t be in love with him! We’re married! This is like, a disaster waiting to happen!”

--

this feels like falling in love (charles/max, 3k, completed)

Five kisses throughout their lives, and the one that started it all.

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thinking ‘bout your touch (oscar/lando, 2k, completed)

Lando’s brain gets so occupied by the thought it shouldn’t come as a surprise really, when a few rounds later Oscar says, “Dare.” Lando blurts out, “Let me suck your dick.”

There’s a long, awkward silence in which they just stare at each other, Oscar’s expression completely unreadable. “Uh,” he eventually says. “I think a dare is something I’m supposed to do.”

--

i’ve tasted blood (and i want more) (oscar/lando, 5,5k, completed)

Lando grabs a pillow and hits him with it, while Oscar laughs loudly. His fangs are on full display, white and sharp and pretty. “You know what I mean, you dickhead!”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Oscar says, eyes twinkling. “You want me to use you as a human Capri Sun. You know, like a weirdo.”

“God, you’re making this so much worse than it is,” Lando says, burying his face in his hands. It’s. Well, it’s embarrassing, but Oscar also hasn’t outright said no, so. You know what they say. In for a penny, in for a pound. “So, will you?” And then, just in case, he adds. “Suck my blood?”

--

purring in my lap (’cause he loves me) (oscar/lando, 5k, completed)

The cat thing ends up getting sort of explained in Bahrain, when Lando walks into his driver room and finds a small orange cat sitting on his couch.

Oscar’s cat, presumably.

And he kind of looks like Oscar, too. Slender, lean, and with a slightly grumpy, unimpressed expression on his face. It makes Lando laugh a little. Like owner, like pet, clearly. “Should I just call you Oscat, then,” Lando jokes, giving the cat a little head scratch.

The cat, Oscat, stops rubbing at Lando’s hand and just stares at him instead. Lando would almost say he was looking at him disapprovingly, but it is a cat, so he’s probably just imagining things.

—

glitch (charles/max, 26k+, completed)

Max hums. “Well, at least that means I won’t bump into Charles Leclerc again.”

“Bummer, really,” Daniel says, moving back to his own seat and drinking the little bit of coffee that was still in the cup. “Could’ve been the start of a great love story.”

Lando snorts. “Kids, it all started when I told your father, who had won two World Driver Championships at that point, that he sucked at driving.”

Max sticks his middle finger up at them, and pulls his noise canceling headphones back over his ears. Only two hours left to go, he thinks, wistfully, and goes back to work.

—

heart on your sleeve (charles/max, 5k, completed)

The thing about having a racing helmet that constantly displays your emotions for the whole world to see, is that you kind of get used to it after a while. These days Charles almost forgets it’s even a thing. Almost. But then he goes and falls in love.

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you’ll be alright (charles/max, 19k+, completed)

Charles is not an idiot. He knows there’s a part of him that has been at least a little bit in love with Max for as long as they’ve known each other. But he’s always been able to shove it down. Burying it under rivalries and competitiveness until it was getting hard to differentiate between love and hate. And that had worked, for a really long time.

And then Max had to go and barge into his life and be really fucking cute with his baby.

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silly me (to fall in love with you) (charles/max,18k+, completed)

“We’re not asking you to ‘woo’ him,” Christian says, looking pained at having to say the word ‘woo’, “We just need others to think you’ve wooed him.”

“I’m not following,” Max says, frowning.

“A PR relationship,” Poppy explains. “You pretend to date, making the public think you’re all happy and in love. Then you reap the benefits of being in a relationship without actually having to put in the effort or work.”

“Absolutely not,” Max says, crossing his arms over his chest. “That’s depressing, I’m not doing that.”

—

you can hear it in the silence (charles/max, 7k+, completed)

“Thanks,” Max eventually says. “For letting me crash.”

“Yeah, yeah, we should definitely do this again sometimes,” Charles says sarcastically, seeming to finally have woken up enough to actually get out of bed.

“No fucking way, once is enough,” Max says, because it sounds a lot better than ‘this is the best I’ve slept in ages and I think it might’ve been because you were next to me’. “Besides. You snore.”

Charles gasps and looks at Max. “I do not.”

He doesn’t. But the complete outrage on Charles’s face is too good to tell him the truth. “Oh, yeah, like a goddamn sawmill. Thought you were going to wake up the whole house.” Max says, and then laughs when Charles lets out an indignant squawk and launches a pillow at his face.

Or, the five times Max and Charles accidentally fall asleep together, and the one time they do it on purpose.

[notbecauseofvictories]

Would you be willing to give an overview of your scallion gremolata and goat cheese tart recipe?

Absolutely! It's a recipe I came up with mostly by cobbling together other recipes, but was so, so delicious it deserves to be shared. The basic ingredients are:

Store-bought puff pastry

Log of goat cheese

The green parts of scallions/fresh parsley/basil/spinach/other slightly-bitter leaf

Olive Oil

Garlic

Lemon juice, chili flakes, tarragon, thyme, cilantro, etc.

First, make gremolata---it's Italian version of chimichurri, cousin to pesto, and delicious. Traditionally it's made with parsley, but I prefer scallion greens for that particular allium bite. To make it, put the greens, garlic, and a healthy share of olive oil food processor. Once you have a nice slurry, you can add lemon juice, chili flakes, any sort of herbs...I advise keeping a spoon nearby, take little tastes until you're satisfied.

Once the gremolata is ready, preheat the oven to 400 F. In the meantime, divide the log of goat cheese into silver dollar slices. They shouldn't be too thick--you want them warm and gooey before the puff pastry burns.

Once the oven is ready, arrange the puff pastry on a flat cookie sheet lined with parchment paper or foil (either will work!) Spread the gremolata like pizza sauce, leaving room for a "crust." Lay out the goat cheese slices in any pattern you like, though they shouldn't overlap.

Bake the whole thing until pastry is golden brown and cheese is gooey-warm. Though do let it cool off before taking a bite---I made the mistake of being too eager, and the gremolata burned the roof of my mouth something awful.

[lost-souls-system]

October

Summary: You both fell in in love in October.

A/N: This is inspired by the song "we fell in love in october" by girl in red!

Part 2

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Key:

Italic Bold orange = song lyrics "Quotation marks with Italic Bold orange" = Singing

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Warnings: Shit load of fluff, that's it. And slight vulgar language.

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Smoking cigarettes on the roof....

"Wanna puff?" I asked.

She nodded, taking the cigarette from my hands. She coughed a few times, but quickly recovered.

"You okay?" I asked concerned.

"Yeah, I am okay, baby." She smiled.

I smiled back watching the sunset, "It's very pretty isn't?"

"Yeah," she responded breathily.

You look so pretty and I love this view...

I turned to look at her. My breath hitched.

She is mesmerizing.

Every time I look at her just makes me fall harder for her.

We fell in love in October...

That's why, I love fall...

She turned to look at me and smiled, "You know that I can feel your staring, right?"

"Yep," I responded above a whisper, not breaking away from my trance.

Looking at the stars...

"And you do know that the view is up there and not here?" She asked again, giggling when I nodded in a trance like state.

Admiring from afar...

"Yep, but I like this view is better." I answered.

She giggled at my cheesy remark.

My girl, my girl, my girl...

"What you cooking baby?" I asked.

"Alfredo pasta!" She answered.

"Can I help?" She shook her head as a response for 'no'.

"Why not?" I whined.

"You almost burned the kitchen the last time I told you to boil water. Because how the fuck could you burn water?" She reasoned.

"I don't know myself either." I answered, rubbing the back of my neck.

"But you could chop some broccoli and spinach...." She passed me the chopping board and the steamed vegetables.

"And please don't chop your hands." She said, going back to check her sauce and pasta noodles.

You will be my girl...

My girl, my girl, my girl...

"Baby, wanna cuddle?" She asked.

"Okay.." I said, tired from my work.

"Come here," She wrapped her arms around me.

I sighed, her arms wrapped around me made me feel safe and relaxed. Before I know it, I was slowly drifting to sleep.

"Go to sleep, baby, I will be here when you wake up." With that I fell asleep.

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"You will be my world..." I sang to the lyrics.

"My world, my world, my world..." I reach out for her hand, bring her close to my body as we slowly danced to the song.

"You will be my girl..." We both shared a slow and passionate kiss.

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A/N: Finally finished! Damn this fic has been taking refuge in my drafts lately, but I am glad it's done. Hope you enjoyed!

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Quarantine Comfort Food

Turtle of Choice and Reader

As we sit in our homes, worrying about what’s going to happen next I wanted to share a little something to hopefully sooth your soul. Stay strong Tumblr fam.

The news babbled on in the background, annoying voices whispering negative and terrifying subterfuge keeping the huddled masses in panic. You sat alone in your apartment trying hard to forget the world outside. Keeping busy; cleaning, organizing and doing what projects you had to keep your worries at bay but most importantly staying inside. Cooking had been a god sent lately, new recipes learned and failed but either way it was fun.

At the moment the aroma filling your kitchen was a new soup you had wanted to try. It was early spring but a chill still clung to the air so something warm just felt right. The wooden spoon sunk beneath the white broth swirling around the cheese filled tortellini, carrots, onion and celery. Freshly cook hot sausage sat on a plate next to you waiting to be added to the mix along with a bag of baby spinach.  

“Hey google.” You called out to the empty room, all noise ceasing for a few seconds. “Turn off TV and play a little Frank Sinatra.” You listened for the device to register the command and saw the flickering of the TV go dark and your speaker sitting on your counter chirp to life with the soothing sounds of ol’ blue eyes.

As the day began to fade into the notes of the song you found your hips swaying just a bit and the spin of your spoon roll with the beat. This was better, much better than the news. “Hey Google; volume up 10%.” As the song came out louder the timer for the simmering broth made it known it was time for the next step. You slowly took the plate from the counter and dumped the degreased sausage into the pot along with the spinach stirring them down into the soup incorporating the last of the ingredients.  

It was mere seconds but you could smell him first, the scent of his unique musk winding around you before his large hand rested on your hip as the other settled on your hand moving the spoon. He made no sound as he moved in closer, the hard plates of his plastron pressing against your back. The two weeks was up, thank god.

Warmth bloomed in your belly feeling him so close and his beak nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he pressed a slow wet open mouth kiss to your collar bone. The swipe of his tongue making the warmth erupt into an inferno with every pass of the slippery muscle against your sin.

“Whatever you’re making smells amazing, I could smell it all the way on the roof.” Assisting with the spoon you both spun the soup a few times and pulled a portion of the broth up for sample. The mutant turtle leaned forward taking the offered steaming spoonful into his mouth and groaned with delight. He pressed his cheek to yours allowing you to feel him chew and absorb the vibrations of his happy churr.

“I don’t know how you do that? The soup is hot, how do you not burn your mouth?”

His teeth grazed the top of your lobe the tip of his tongue running gently across the crown, “Mutagen is an amazing compound. Does wonders for small inconveniences like not being able to wait for cooling delicious food.”

Setting the spoon back into the soup his fingers lowered to the burner and turned the flame off, “Come dance with me.”

“But the soup wi..”

“It will wait, plus it needs to cool off.” The massive turtle lifted you away from the hot stove and spun you with the music before pulling you back into his embrace and into his warmth.

With each beat behind the music he lead you around the kitchen with your head tucked under his chin and his arms wound tightly around your waist. He held you securely, as if the mutant was afraid if he loosened his grip you would float away, gone from his life completely. To see such a large confident male so scared of a simple thing made your heart ache. If he could only grasp the way you felt about him, to have him there, so close, to feel the rhythmic puffs of air come from his beak as he breathed you in. Safe, was the only way to describe it, like nothing else could hurt you, just as long as you had him, your turtle, your mutant ninja turtle. There would be no going back now, not ever.

Another slow saunter around the room and you were abruptly spun out, outstretched as you laughed at his board content smile. His brilliant eyes wide with adoration drinking in every second he had with you. These were the best times with him, when he was alone with you, able to concentrate on one and other and not the world outside. Away from his brothers, away from the pressures of patrol where he was yours and you were his.

With another quick tug and you were back in his arms, your back was flush against his chest once again and his wandering mouth searching for tender flesh.

Who were you to deny him so you tilted your head to give him access, unashamed and willing to give him everything.

“I’m hungry.” He growled softly in the nap of your neck.

“Well you’re in l-luck, I made soup.”

A sharp nip at your throat made the oxygen jump from your diaphragm in a muffled moan.

“I’m not hungry….for soup,” anther bite followed by the warmth of his tongue. “I need something more…..substantial.”  Before you knew it you were facing him and his hands reached down to your bottom hoisting you up and set you on the countertop on the center island of your kitchen.

He quickly made space between your thighs and settled between them running his hands up your back urging your back to arch. The turtle growled in appreciation as you complied willingly giving his full access to your clothed chest were his wide mouth enclosed around a soft mound.

Frantic to feel grounded your hands found the bald crown on his green head entangling the tails of his mask in your fingers, closer you needed him closer. It took less than 3 seconds for the heated moister of his mouth to seep through the cloth transferring all the heat to your nipple instantly puckering the flesh.

“Oh jesus…” you gasped feeling his mouth work your breast through the fabric which was strangely erotic. So close yet to far away. It made your body ache for flesh against flesh, his saliva marking your skin. “Please….” a soft plea escaping your parted lips.

Large green hands slid under your shirt inching up slowly mapping out your skin before coming to rest just under your breasts. His green digits claim the supple mounds manipulating them as his mouth moves from one target to the next slowly driving you mad with lust and want.

Impatient wasn’t even the word for it, the terrapin was such a tease. He was purposely keeping his muscled frame from you, denying you the sheer pleasure of feeling him against you. You could practically feeling your body screaming for the contact, to feel the heat of his scaled flesh, to feel the cored tissue shifting beneath his well tuned body. God damnit, now you wanted it now!

Fingers moved from his head to his cheeks yanking him free from his task to put those wonderful lips to better use. You pulled the mutant up claiming his mouth as yours, tongues and teeth clashing in the heat of the moment.

You wrapped your legs around his waist tucking them just under his shell and pulled his massive body close. There you could feel his excitement throbbing and rock hard against you, aching. Please please please……now!

There was no time for subtlety, he started this fire and by god he was going to put it out. You needed it, needed him, every inch, every molecule, he was your rock, Jesus Christ he was everything.  You took to his pants making quick work of them pushing and shoving, freeing him, freeing the aching flesh you so desperately wanted, fucking needed.

Following suit the turtle smiled into the heated kiss yanking your pants and underwear free and quickly settled back into his rightful place between your thighs.

Breaking the kiss you both took the second to catch your breaths eyes trained in on each other.

“Eager, aren’t you?”

Your fingers reached down grabbing the pulsating flesh and squeezed just enough to get his full attention. A hiss of air between his white teeth and a rock of his perfect hips into your grip was the indication you had gotten what you wanted…..his undivided attention. “You started something handsome, added gasoline to a fire that is permanently lit for you. You have no one to blame but yourself.”

Another rock of his hips and his eyes opened once again swirling with his desire for you, “Do you want me to put the fire out?” his voice was low, husky and dripping with the promise of an explosive end.

Guiding him in you rubbed the helm of his cock against your opening, coating the hot flesh with his handy work. “No… I don’t want you to put it out….fuck…. I want you to set me a blaze. I want you to tear me apart and put me back together again. I need you to drench me in your scent; I want to feel you inside me for days to come. I want humans to smell you on me. I need you, I want you, I need to forget about everything else, I just want to feel you, taste you, be with you…..can you do that?”

His pupils blew wide covering nearly all the color of his iris’s as your words sunk in. His breathing sped up and his hands moved to your hips moving backwards so the tips of his fingers dug into the round of your naked ass. No words spoken but he nodded and his hips shifted forward just enough so the tip of his length slipped gently into soft opening of your sex.

Just the tip of him was enough to make your head fall back in pleasure, the hot flesh spreading the lips of your labia gliding against the sensitive jewel before it was gone just as quick.

You felt his fingers intertwine with your hair pulling your head back exposing your throat to his mouth. His lips descended latching onto the sensitive pulse point and he growled, feral and deep sending the vibrations from it down your spine to your already soaking cunt.

“I’ll make everything go away, so it’s just you and me. Here and now.”

Then he was there again, the head pushing forward seeking entrance and your body welcomed him, agonizingly and yet perfectly slow, filling you with every inch of hardened flesh. Even now after being with the mutant several times there was still a small amount of discomfort as you took him. The burning sensation as his enormous length stretched you to your limits added to the moment. You could feel the drag of his cock, the veins, the spongy head as he pushed forward slowly filling you until he sank to the very depths rooting himself into your body and then pushed a little further.

“Oh god!” the tip of him pressed against the opening of your cervix insistent and demanding.

Again just as slowly as he entered your body he pulled free, then again filled you completely until there was no more room and the soft globes of his balls rested against your skin. He was teasing again but this time you didn’t care. Each leisurely drive of his hips sent you further and further into the stratosphere, setting every part of you on fire with each root of his cock.

His hands kept a firm grip on your back side keeping your hips flush with his steadying you for each dizzying thrust. Each time your tried to encourage him further he growled adjusting his hips gaining a gasp from you, his prey.

His pace was slow but somehow it made it more intense then fucking, you could hear him breathing, grunting as he tried to keep himself in check. You could even feel the pulse of him inside you, the slick of your skin sliding together. It was becoming over whelming, the smell of him was becoming more intense, invading your senses pouring over your as his breath, his mouth, his tongue drenched you in his scent.

Now every cell in your body was erupting from the pleasure, popping and shattering as the sensations rushed you towards you climax. Building, climbing, engulfing until just the fan of his breath against your heated flesh felt like he was licking your clit.

His name began to flow freely from your lips as he rocked forward with just a little more urgency. His mouth pressed kisses to your chest then back to your neck until he was moaning your name as well, lost in the moment together.

Each time he hilted a rumbling churr rolled form his throat and his hips adjusted somehow allowing your body to take more of him. God you had never felt so full, so complete.

Then his hands gripped you tighter and his long legs lifted bringing you up and back until he was on the island with you hovering over you, still cock stuffed with every inch of his manhood. His eyes were wild and his chest was heaving and you lunged forward crushing your mouth to his as he drove forward into your body again.

You could feel it, the inferno that you craved about to rupture from the depths of your core. Your breathing was becoming short bursts as it rushed to the surface and he must have felt it too. His hand lifted your left leg up over his shoulder and that found a new angle tipping you over your breaking point.

The fire of your climaxed expanded and took hold claiming what sanity you had left, giving yourself over to him, over to the pleasure of him. Everything in your body locked up and you let out a silent scream as the flood gates opened and you came violently. The white heat engulfed your body setting off fireworks behind your eyes temporarily blinding you. Everything was gone, no virus, no work, just him, the steady rocking of your bodies as he watched you come undone around him.

Suddenly his eyes opened fully, his body tensed and he roared your name as he flooded your body with wave after wave of his hot white release. His hips snapped forward in unsteady drives as he pumped himself into you until the last drop was deposited safely inside your womb.

His instincts made him press forward locking your bodies together as he kissed you hard, tongue painting the cavern of your mouth keeping his release inside you as long as possible.

The room filled with uneven breathing as your both broke from the kiss, chests heaving; eyes locked riding out the aftershocks of your orgasms. Even the warmth of his release still locked inside your body prolonged the euphoria, drunk on him and what he did to you.

You didn’t want him to pull out, to end the connection but the softening of his embedded length signaled the end of the moment.

The turtle held tight to you and shifted back until he set his feet back on the ground and reluctantly pulled himself free of your body and set your back on solid ground. Then you could feel it, the warm slid of his essence as it slipped down your inner thigh but even that was pleasant. Each time he marked you, filled you with his scent gave you shivers. His, you were his.

His green fingers brushed your hair back and kissed your bruised lips sweet and long pulling you back into his arms. “Do you know you look even better after I’ve had my way with you?”  the turtle growled lowly biting at your lower lip.

“I feel better too, but I bet the soup is cold now.”

The terrapin turned for the stove and dipped a green digit into the soup before popping it in his mouth. His eyes followed your flush body up and down and his wicked smile grew. “Nah, just needs a little warming up and speaking of warming up…” his hand reached down to his growing erection and pumped it a few times to full hardness. “I think I need another helping of my appetizer. Dinner cane wait a little longer……”

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Cookie Run OCs

gdi apparently one of the cookies in cr kingdom is named licorice cookie so screw it i’m biting the bullet and posting my half-baked (ha) oc ideas now even if some of them have already been taken anyway. sorry there’s no art bc i’m terrible with digital stuff and can’t access a scanner to upload my drawings. there are almost certainly going to be more to come later because this game refuses to leave my brain.

Black Licorice Cookie: The powerfully astringent flavor of black licorice certainly isn’t to everyone’s taste - and that’s just the way Black Licorice Cookie likes it! This daredevil of a Cookie loves nothing more than testing her limits, so she’s always on the lookout for something to get her adrenaline pumping. That doesn’t mean she isn’t without her sweet side, however, which comes out most strongly when protecting her precious little sister. Get between them at your own risk!

Red Licorice Cookie (Sibling): Don’t mess with my little sis if you know what’s good for you!

Mustard Cookie (Trust): Nobody else gets me like Mustard Cookie does!

Kiwi Cookie (Friendly): Hey, I’ve got an idea for some cool bike tricks!

Roll Cake Cookie (Friendly): Going for a ride in that road roller and smashing things is such a rush! WHOO!

Initially I had the mental image of her as a Cookie with a web design and a spider pet, but then Truffle Cookie came out, so now I pretty much picture her skill being that she runs a Ninja-Warrior-style obstacle course or something. Maybe her pet could be a black cat instead?

Red Licorice Cookie: Between the fruity fragrance of her signature red hair and her sweet, outgoing personality, it’s no surprise that this Cookie is so popular! Red Licorice Cookie is a champion at gymnastics with plenty of fans, and performing with the ribbon is where she shines the most. She and her older twin sister might be as different as night and day, but their bond is as strong as a thousand strands of licorice twisted together!

Black Licorice Cookie (Sibling): I’ve got the coolest big sis in the world!

Cheerleader Cookie (Trust): Cheerleader Cooke is my BFF!

Yoga Cookie (Friendly): She’s helped me train to be much more flexible for my routines.

Skating Queen Cookie (Admiration): I can’t believe I actually got her autograph!

At first I imagined her as being a sort of epic version of Cheerleader Cookie, performing double dutch with a few friends much like the cheer team. Her pet would be a charm bracelet.

Oatmeal Cookie: Every day at the crack of dawn, this dutiful cowgirl is already hard at work, keeping a watchful eye over her herd with the help of her trusty steed, Raisin. If even a single cow goes missing, Oatmeal Cookie won’t rest until she’s got them home safe and sound. The tricks she can perform with a lasso will certainly knock your socks off! And when the sun starts to set, you can hear the sound of her yodeling from far across the plains.

Peanut Butter Cookie (Family): I’m the luckiest Cookie alive to have such a beautiful gal as you...

Knight Cookie (Friendly): You sure know how to burn the breeze!

Adventurer Cookie (Friendly): Nice hat ya got there, pardner!

Space Doughnut (Tension): Hey, stop spookin’ my herd!

Her skill would probably involve dodging obstacles on her horse while catching some runaway cows, and her pet would be a cowbell.

Peanut Butter Cookie: There’s nothing better for a boost of energy than some delicious, nutritious peanut butter! And forest ranger Peanut Butter Cookie definitely needs that energy, as she spends every day traversing the woods to keep them safe. Whether she’s helping Cookies who have gotten lost find their way home or rescuing woodland critters from danger, you can always depend on Peanut Butter Cookie. She’s especially fond of younger Cookies and enjoys teaching them wilderness survival skills.

Oatmeal Cookie (Family): She and I pack each others’ lunches every day.

Pancake Cookie (Friendly): Be careful climbing trees for those Acorn Jellies, dear!

Cream Puff Cookie (Friendly): I’m sure you’ll get that spell right next time, hun.

Fig Cookie (Trust): They’re always eager for me to tell them stories.

Fire Spirit Cookie (Tension): You keep those flames away from the forest, you hear?

You can probably tell by now that I’ve put like 0 thought into any of my Cookie OC’s skills. Anyway, her pet would be a bear that she helped when it was a cub, who shows up to help her by smashing obstacles.

Coconut Cookie: The Tropical Soda Archipelago has a long history of telling stories through traditional dance. Coconut Cookie comes from a long line of those dancers, and Cookies will flock from every island to watch her perform. Crowned with a garland of bright yellow coconut blossoms, she moves with the utmost rhythm and grace. It’s said that she practices every day so that she can bring peace and good fortune to the islands.

Mango Cookie (Trust): My best friend since we were little - I remember his very first boat!

Ananas Dragon Cookie (Admiration): The Dragon honored my ancestors by praising their dances.

Soda Cookie (Friendly): Going for a ride on the waves is the best, isn’t it?

Squid Ink Cookie (Friendly): Poor little thing, there’s no need to be shy.

My first thought was for her to make a sort of bubble shield out of coconut oil, like Lemonade Cookie but without the magnetic effect (maybe slower energy drain instead?) - I’m still undecided about it though. Her pet would be a bunch of coconuts who make coconut milk potions. Also, I picture her being related to Artichoke Cookie, but he’s not in Ovenbreak...YET? (pls devsis)

Honeycomb Cookie: Out in a charming little cottage atop a hill lives Honeycomb Cookie - and her many hives of Jelly Bees. Years upon years of working with the bees has allowed her to understand them so well, it’s almost as if she talks to them! If you happen to arrive on her doorstep, you can be sure that she’ll treat you to some delicious tea sweetened with honey and send you on your way with a basket of homemade treats.

Herb Cookie (Family): My cute little grandson certainly inherited the family green thumb.

Spinach Cookie (Trust): Oh, how sweet of you to bring me a basket of vegetables, dearie!

Fairy Cookie (Friendly): Ah, you’re so small I mistook you for another bee.

Matcha Cookie (Friendly): A bit of a strange one, but it’s nice to have some laughter over tea.

Not sure what her skill would be, but I think her pet would be a queen Jelly Bee that grows from a baby to an adult as you collect more jellies.

Souffle Cookie: A chef famous for turning simple Jellies into extravagant and delicious meals. Though he can come off as strict and a bit intimidating, he truly does care about creating good food for every Cookie who comes to his restaurant. Souffle Cookie is quite the perfectionist, so if a recipe doesn’t come out as planned, he tends to sulk so badly that even his fluffy chef’s hat deflates! But it never lasts long before he throws himself back into his work with renewed passion.

Sparkling Cookie (Trust): My cooking and your juice is the ultimate combination!

Sandwich Cookie (Admiration): To create such simple but delicious meals...C’est magnifique!

Mala Sauce Cookie (Friendly): Just watch, I’ll create a meal more than spicy enough to satisfy you!

Dr. Wasabi Cookie (Tension): I am NEVER using your syrup as a ‘secret ingredient’ EVER again!

Again, not sure what his skill would be, but maybe his pet could be a spoon. Sous-chef Spoon?

Rainbow Sugar Cookie: Sugar Cookie was always painfully shy and never considered herself all that important. However, everything changed when she met Rainbow Puff, a creature who begged for her help in protecting the happiness of Cookies everywhere from the wicked Dark Puffs. Bestowed with a magical wand, she becomes Rainbow Sugar Cookie, chasing away darkness with prisms of joyous light! RAINBOW...BEAM!

Pink Choco Cookie (Trust): The two of us would make a perfect team!

Wind Archer Cookie (Admiration): Wow...what an amazing warrior...

Sandwich Cookie (Friendly): She makes the best toast as a snack on the way to school!

Dark Enchantress Cookie (Rival): I won’t let a villain like you make other Cookies suffer!

Pomegranate Cookie (Tension): Why are you helping the Darkness?

Originally her name was Glitter Cookie, but then Shining Glitter Cookie got announced. In any case, she’d pretty much be an epic version of Wind Archer Cookie, fighting a big ‘boss’ monster once enough little ones were defeated with her magic.

Jack-o-Lantern Cookie: Trick or treat! Wait, is it Halloween already? The answer doesn’t really matter to this young Cookie, who loves trick-or-treating so much that they never take their costume off! If you don’t have Jellies to give, then get ready for a mischievous trick! But if there’s one thing they love more than getting treats, it’s sharing them with friends, so don’t be shy and join in the fun!

Candy Corn Cookie (Trust): My bestest trick-or-treating buddy!

Devil Cookie (Admiration): WOW! What a great costume!

Apple Cookie (Friendly): Here, candy apples!

Onion Cookie (Friendly): Trick o- um, please don’t cry...

Vampire Cookie (Tension): Hey, don’t fall asleep when I’m trying to trick you!

I thought I was in the clear with this OC when we got Truffle Cookie for Halloween...but then Pumpkin Cookie was an NPC later, lol. At least the name was an easy change. Their skill would basically be like a slower version of Chestnut’s, where you go up to houses and trick-or-treat.

Candy Corn Cookie: This Cookie used to be a scarecrow who stood in the middle of a big field of candy corn. However, they wanted to travel the world, so one night they wished upon a star...and miraculously, their wish was granted! Bursting with curiosity, Candy Corn Cookie is full of questions about everything they see. They still have a habit of chasing birds wherever they go, though.

Jack-o-Lantern Cookie (Trust): This ‘trick-or-treat’ thing is really fun!

Alchemist Cookie (Admiration): Wow, this Cookie knows lots of things!

Blueberry Pie Cookie (Friendly): Ooh, what’s in all these ‘book’ things?

Mocha Ray Cookie (Friendly): Cookies can really live under the sea? WOW!

Carrot Cookie (Tension): Aw, I don’t wanna go back to the farm yet!

Candy corn apparently used to be called ‘chicken feed���, so their pet would probably be a chicken. Again, not sure about the skill.