#I fucking love cavatappi
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girls like me love to eat raw pasta noodles from the cupboard to satisfy the ancient desire to gnaw through solid bone
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tempted to make some ramen but. do i have the energy for that
#idk#I'm just munching on salami while i ponder#I've been eating better these past couple days!! so that's good!!!#i found a good new okay-food#not quite safe food but an okay food for like. most days#it's just egg noodles plus this like. prepackaged dinner thing that's just beef chunks in gravy#but it's pretty good like i think i could probably just eat the gravy and noodles and that'd be a good meal on its own#i couldn't find the fucking gravy when i went to the store last time so i can't just get myself a massive jar of gravy and a bag of noodles#and be set for a week or so#i have so much pasta in my house#i have four whole boxes of cavatappi bc plain cavatappi with garlic salt is my main safe food#specifically cavatappi bc it's like macaroni except the noodles have ridges so any sauce doesn't instantly fall off#idk that's like. My Noodle. that's the one i always get#we've got two boxes of spaghetti#two boxes of lasagna that we still haven't used for anything#a bag of egg noodles#and then four boxes of rice which isn't pasta but it's in the same ballpark#oh and then also like 20 packages of cheap ramen and then one box of Good Ramen Noodles#we've just got a lotta carbs#which i mean. to be fair. they last a long time. they're filling. they go with pretty much anything.#pasta my beloved#i love exiting the tag menu and realizing the ramble i just went on had barely anything to do with the original post#forgot that i was gonna make ramen#... forgot that i was holding this bag of salami.
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28 and 29 💚
last meal on earth?
to drink, a glass of water + a caipirinha. to eat, a fresh deli bagel, preferably pumpernickel, toasted in oil on the stovetop, with whipped cashew cream cheese and olives ontop. curly fries (+ hot ketchup) and oven roasted balsamic brussels sprouts on the side. for dessert, a cup of black coffee and some variety of Vietnamese chè, which is a type of sweet bean soup. there's a billion varieties and i fucking love all of them.
preferred pasta noodle?
fusilli and cavatappi. i like squiggles!
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tuesday afternoon
yayyyy tuesday
listening:
haken concert was SO good. incredibly fun. i brought two friends with me and one of them said that he wasn't expecting a metal/rock prog band to be so "sploinky barbershop quartet" re: songs like cockroach king, lol.
orchestra concert was sunday and it was good! face did hurt a lot after because this is a youth orchestra that i volunteer with so naturally we need a 90 min rehearsal before the actual concert. pain. but the kids did good. they did a mozart oboe concerto and the soloist was incredible. but also on my own i've been listening to borodin symphony no 1 and 2.
reading:
finished volume 2 of mdzs! xue yang is such a loser nightmare failboy. we've entered jin guangyao zone which fucks severely.
watching:
dunmesh and klk, again. i love the way dunmeshi is doing backgrounds, they're so detail and delightful to look at.
i've also started watching comrade detective with a friend and it's VERY funny. goofy communist buddy cop parody bullshit. channing tatum is in the intro for some reason that i cannot ascertain but makes me laugh anyways.
playing:
ran and played dnd! mtg! i've decided i want to put together a mono green deck so if anyone has commander recommendations lmk.
making:
yippee making!
trimmed those little teacup experiments, i don't think the shrinkage will be too bad but we'll see. they all have mismatched feet now oops
started a seder plate for passover! i think at this rate it will be done before the holiday which is exciting. i'm going to do it red with a pomegranate motif. this is the bottom for now, the top is blank and boring so no pic for now.
pre-bisque work needs to be done on these, the big one is a flower pot for my mom that i'm covering in purple slip and then carving a tree into i think
finished the sgraffito on this guy, my roommate accidentally knocked a divot in the edge of it at the end of last year so i mirrored it on the other side of the bowl and incorporated it into a design!
some kiln stuff came out too!
cat yarn bowl!
this bowl was supposed to be a deep, dark green on the outside but i forgot that this kiln is cone 5, not 6! so surprise color but i still like it
and finally, someone abandoned this little guy so i slapped some glaze on him and took him home. i have a matching cat one that's still kilning. look how precious. i want to put air plants in him. taking name suggestions
eating:
spicy butternut squash pasta with spinach. we made so much of this. i think we finally finished the last of the leftovers today. too many steps for me to do on a tuesday and i have a Moment about it but she took over and it is very good. we used cavatappi which is objectively one of the best pasta shapes out there.
harissa chicken thighs with shallots. yum! all i really gotta say about it. used gochujang because we don't have harissa and it still slammed.
deb smittenkitchen soy glazed chicken. 10/10. goes with Everything. i had it with brussel sprouts over rice, then the next day with that pasta leftovers, and then again yesterday with mac n cheese. took like 10 minutes and slams.
(if anyone wants the nyt recipes lmk and i will post screenshots!)
misc:
busy but in the swing of things! gym time has REALLY fallen by the wayside which is not great for my mental health so i'm working on trying to incorporate that back in where i can. but otherwise i am doin pretty good!
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Random...
Some time ago, 2 or 3 years now, the Detroit Zoo rebranded the Arctic Cafe, which has been the primary food court since the Arctic Ring of Life exhibit was put in however long ago now, as Table 28. 28 referencing the fact that the zoo was first opened to the public in 1928. I hadn't been there since that had happened, I had heard about it, but the goofy ass covid restrictions under Big Gretch pushed us towards the Toledo Zoo for about 3 years in a row. What can I say, Ohio has a republican governor. So we went to the zoo about a month ago, and lunch was on our to-do list.
First off, I don't necessarily love the self-order kiosk thing. That to me reeks of lingering covid bullshit where you're supposed to avoid human interaction at all costs (unless violently protesting, then it's OK). Second, I am somewhat amused at just how poncey it has become, or rather, is trying to be. At the end of the day, this is a zoo food court. They're selling wildly overpriced burgers, chicken tenders, salads, it's not like we're having table service steak dinner on china with linen napkins or whatnot. I got the chicken tenders and the mac and cheese. And the menu of course has the name of the food, and then a little description. Chicken Tenders. Three all-white meat chicken breast tenders in a crispy breading, served with fries. Ok, I'm with you so far, that's what we're doing here... Macaroni and Cheese. Cavatappi and fondue.
...really? Really? Now, understand where I come from, I love food. Absolutely fucking love the truth and nature of good food. I'm like Remy in Ratatouille; the creation of food, the mingling of flavors and textures is like writing a symphony to me. My stove is the stage at Orchestra Hall. I love food. But I hate artificial inflation through poncey terminology. Cavatappi, a type of pasta. Curlycue macaroni essentially, instead of half-moon shaped. Fondue, literally melted cheese. So... macaroni and cheese.
There's having a strong vocabulary, and then there's just being snobby... Stick to your lane, food court. 🥔
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8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?
FUCK. YES. Sweatpants/leggings, t shirt, hoodie/cardigan, or in the summer it’s boxer shorts and a tank or a light slip dress. The SECOND I walk in the door. :)
9. the veggie you dislike the most?
Not counting the ones I can’t eat because they make me feel like I’m dying (anything cruciferous) which is a shame because I actually liked them, I’d say asparagus. Every time I say I don’t like it, it’s “ You just haven’t had it cooked right.” Nope. That’s not it. I just don’t like the flavor or texture. I’ve never enjoyed it no matter how it was cooked. And are water chestnuts veggies? I hate those fuckers.
10. preferred pasta noodle?
Ooh. Man. That’s a hard one. I love the long thin noodles in Chinese food that are pan fried and crispy (not those snacks you buy in a bag at the store), and I love buttered egg noodles, but for regular semolina type pasta with sauce or cheese, I like cavatappi.
Thank you! 🤗
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Coming out of sorta retirement for this one, Dia. But what is your favorite form of potato and preferred pasta noodle?? 👀
thank you Linds <3
i did already answer the pasta noodle question(cavatappi, but i love all pastas lol), but MAN, asking me to choose one type of potato is CRUEL lol. i love potatoes so much. the only kind im not a huge fan of is crinkle-cut fries(blasphemy, i know), but if i had to pick one favorite???
hmmm
fuck. it's gotta be a tie between hashbrowns and scalloped au gratin potatoes. i cant choose between the two, im too weak lmfao D:
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all odds >:] or ones that end in 3 if you dont wanna do that many xD
ty ilu.
1- chipotle order?
burrito carnitas (o asada) con crema, queso, arroz blanca, y frijoles negros. sin guacamole. no me gusta jaja
3- a specific color that gives you the ick?
tbh nothing really specific comes to mind. i guess my least favorite colors are like.... desaturated pinks.
5- favorite form of potato?
i like potato skins with cheese, bacon, green onion... or just a lot of butter. i love mashed when its smooth but solid, with the skins, salt and butter.
7- what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?
i like the cuttlefish and jellyfish a lot, but if there's a touch tank FUCK YEAH
9- do you have a skincare routine (and how many steps is it)?
sort of, but i cant ever keep up with it. i use a non-comedogenic face wash for oily skin (cerave brand). i also use a prescription eczema cream when it flares up. im looking into prescription acne wash because my acne got so bad on hrt
11- anything from your childhood you’ve held on to?
like, material? the only thing i kept on purpose was a cat plush named Tabitha. im sure my parents kept some stuff that idc about
13- first thing you’re doing in the purge?
getting gussied up and slaying, obvs
15- rank the methods of death: freezing, burning, drowning
idk. i hear the least to most painful is drowning, freezing, then burning, but idk, i think if i had to choose one for myself it'd be burning. drowning is supposed to be kinda peaceful but i loathe being underwater. freezing is probably pretty slow and also i hate being cold. with burning, its definitely not boring and i think youd probably pass out from pain or lack of oxygen in a couple minutes anyway.
17- an anxious compulsion you do everyday?
ok so. my entire existence is an anxious compulsion.
19- the veggie you dislike the most?
hmmmm.... i p much like them all i think, but i guess peas when theyre overcooked and mushy are p gross.
21- a number that weirds you out?
odd numbers with more than one digit that arent multiples of 3 or 5. except 13. best number.
23- do you wear jewelry?
short answer yes. long answer, i have my multiple ear piercings and a claddaugh ring i wear 24/7 and occasionally i will throw on a necklace or bracelet. reminds me, i should change my earrings up soon. its been a while.
25- would you say you have good taste in music?
objectively yes.
27- what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?
black graphic t-shirt, cargo shorts, and boots. if its chilly, a hoodie on top.
29- preferred pasta noodle?
cavatappi my beloved (also penne)
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3, 5 (this i have to know), 29!!!!!
a specific color that gives you the ick?
none really! all are kinda neat. purple is my favourite make of that what you will
favorite form of potato?
lmaooooooo fuck ill try not to get into a dissertation on potatoes and ranking them as both supporting characters and a stand alone but uhhh au gratin or just baked if i am to eat it as a Main Dish and then as a supporting piece prob mashed but like...almost puree-like. i am probably not considering them all and this answer could change. love potatoes
preferred pasta noodle?
LOL SHIT again depends on the pasta. for like...roman pastas i'll only use like...spaghetti or rigatoni and never fresh. for mac and cheese/baking pastas i like shells or cavatappi. then depending on what i wanna make i'll go through like...fettuccine. penne. something funky shaped that i've never tried before. kinda go with the feel almost seemingly arbitrarily. like i made this creamy mushroom pasta and i couldnt see myself making it with anything but a long noodle. penne feels weird for it.
also like...does ravioli count?
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29 because it's the most important one on the list
29. Favorite pasta noodle?
hell yeah, you know what’s important anon. and the correct answer to this question is fucking cavatappi
i love this delicious corkscrew boy that is long enough to enjoy slurping but also mathematically perfect for getting encased in sauce
best noodle, all others merely aspire to its greatness
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The Cult Girl (Hannibal x Female!Reader) pt. 13
Hello friends we have come to the end of Cult Girl. Thank you all for hyping me up throughout this story and giving me the confidence to actually post my work. Y/n and Hannibal throw a dinner party.
The sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the entire kitchen in that homey mid-morning glow. You were enjoying your coffee and scrolling through an article on your phone.
"Senator Hatch reportedly coughed up his late wife's toe on the floor of the precinct." You read out loud. "Huh. Wonder how that could have happened."
You side-eyed Hannibal, who was contentedly sharpening his knives. Placing a rather large meat cleaver to the side, he met your gaze. "I have my ways."
You finished off your coffee and brought the mug to the sink. "There was no way Theresa was going to survive that night, was there?"
"Clever girl." Hannibal praised.
"You were going to kill her if I didn't, were you?" You felt a smile coming on. "Did everything turn out as expected?"
"Darling, this all went much better than I could have ever hoped for." He smirked. "See, I had the whole evening mapped out. I was hoping you'd be the one to deliver justice and kill her, but I had to prepare for the possibility that you wouldn't."
You folded your arms and leaned against the island. "Is that why I was so sick that day?"
You could have sworn you saw some hesitation in Hannibal's face. Maybe even a touch of regret. "Yes. You needed an alibi. It was as easy as removing a single birth control pill from your packet. You'd see it was missing and think you'd already taken your medicine-"
"So I'd neglect to take my focus meds." You cut in. "Yeah, I knew something was off."
"By the end of the day, you'd be experiencing full withdrawal symptoms." Hannibal nodded. "I don't take any pleasure in upsetting the delicate balance of your brain chemistry, and for that I am sorry. I did what I had to."
"Yeah, don't ever do that again." You ordered, no disarming smile in sight. "I need those meds to function."
"I promise you, darling," Hannibal said, sincerely. "I would never keep you from being anything but your very best. I was just looking after you."
"I suppose now that all this is out in the open, you won't need to pull any shit like that again." You muttered. "But I'm still going to keep my pills at my apartment."
"That reminds me." He said. "Would you like to invite your roommates for dinner tonight? I've prepared a wonderful Spanish-inspired menu that's perfect for entertaining."
"I'd love for you to meet my friends, but, they all keep such weird hours I doubt they'll all be free tonight." You shrugged. "I'll give them a call though."
"Wonderful." He smiled. "You make arrangements while I prepare the kitchen."
You stepped into the office and called up Pilar. She answered within the minute.
"[F/N]!" She near shouted. "Holy fuck, how are you doing?"
"I'm actually doing..." you looked back into the kitchen, watching your beloved Hannibal in his element. "Really well."
"I heard about your cousin." Pilar cut in. "One down, two to go."
You snorted. "No fucking shit."
"Sorry, was that okay for me to say?" She apologized. "I know you said Theresa was a bitch, but it's your trauma and I-"
"No, you're fine." You laughed. "She was a bitch. Hey, do you have any plans tonight?"
"Uh, no. I don't think so." She answered. "Why?"
"Hannibal wants to invite you all for dinner tonight." You said with an audible smile. "Y'know, to celebrate the bitch's death."
"Yo! Steph!" Pilar shouted across the room. "Wake Randy up! We're having dinner at [F/N]'s rich boyfriend's house!"
You could make out Stephanie's voice in the background. "It's about damn time. We've been waiting for her to redistribute the wealth."
"She means thank you for the invitation." Pilar corrected.
"It's not like I had to twist his arm or anything. It was his idea." You chuckled. "He loves having guests. And excuses to dress up."
"Oh so we're getting fancy, huh?" Pilar's voice turned up in excitement.
"Hey [F/N]!" Randy snatched the phone from Pilar. "Text me the menu for tonight. My girlfriend'll steal a nice bottle of wine to pair. She's a pro, she works over at Cavatappi's wine and spirits."
"Much obliged, Randy." You said. "I'll see you guys at seven."
You returned to the kitchen with a smile. "They're coming."
"Well, we don’t have a moment to lose, then." Hannibal placed something wrapped in butcher paper on the counter. "Come now. Let me show you how to properly prepare a heart.
You and Hannibal spent the rest of the morning and the whole afternoon preparing a bountiful meal. You reveled in the irony of finally finding a space for Theresa in your life. That space just so happened to be on the stove.
Seven came far too quickly, but your friends were always a welcome sight. You greeted them at the door with hugs, Hannibal watching with stoic adoration.
"Guys, this is Hannibal Lecter, my partner." You introduced. "Hannibal, this is Pilar, Stephanie and Miranda."
"It is a pleasure to meet you, ladies." Hannibal greeted. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.”
"Here you go, Dr. Lecter." Randy handed him a bottle of wine. "Thank you for inviting us."
Hannibal examined the bottle. "Yes, this will pair quite nicely with our meal. Thank you very much. [F/N], could you show our guests to the dining room?"
You nodded and accepted the bottle, given the extra responsibility of pouring. You led your friends to the dining room and wasted no time distributing the alcohol.
"A toast." Stephanie rose her glass. "Too many of history's worst have had the privilege of dying on their own terms. Today, we celebrate the death of one who didn't: Theresa [L/N]."
"She will join her sisters Nancy Reagan and Madame Nhu in hell tonight." You concurred, tapping your glasses together with a series of satisfying clinks.
"Okay, you need to spill." Randy scooted her chair up and leaned towards you. "How the hell did you get away with it?"
"Well, it helped a lot that her husband was already a felon." You teased. "If I didn't kill her, he was going to eventually."
Pilar made a face. "I can't believe it took actual murder to get that latter-day lump thrown in prison."
"Well, the LDS church is a very influential organization with a stronghold on all of Utah." You explained. "There's a long history of legitimizing sex abuse there."
"We know, cult girl." Stephanie laughed. "You remind us every time your pedophile cousin-in-law comes up. Relax and take your victories where you can get them.”
“Ladies,” Hannibal entered. You rushed to his side to help him with the dinner plates. “Have we ever tried organ meat before?”
Everyone’s eyes found Pilar.
“Braised liver is delicious and you guys are just cowards.” Pilar protested. “I will die on this hill.”
Hannibal smiled and presented your friends with their plates. “You are a woman of good tastes, Pilar. Our first course is Riñones al Jerez.”
“Kidneys.” Randy translated. “Who’s kidneys are we eating today, Dr. Lecter?”
He tilted his head. “Theresa’s, of course.”
“I don’t care whose organs you harvested.” Stephanie said, her eyes rolling back into her head. “This is delicious.”
You and Hannibal shared a glance and a smile.
You and your roommates devoured the Riñones al Jerez, then dug into the next serving of heart stewed with chickpeas and olives. You finished off the evening with natillas de leche and a bottle of Sauternes Hannibal just happened to have lying around.
“This is the first time since like, Keith Raniere got sentenced that I’ve seen [F/N] happy-drunk.” Stephanie observed.
“Or even just... happy." Pilar said, looking at Hannibal. "I'll have some of whatever she's having, please."
"My pleasure." Hannibal poured her another glass of wine.
Your phone began to buzz on the table, capturing the attention of your guests. You didn't even need to look at the caller ID to know who it was. Nobody else in the world had such horrid timing.
"Shit, you've got to answer it here!" Stephanie pleaded. "So we can all give her a piece of our mind!"
You looked over to Hannibal, who you knew was just as curious.
You dragged the answer icon across the screen and put it on speaker. You gestured for your friends to be quiet. "Yeah?"
"Well look who finally decided to pick up." Grandma said. "Thank you for gracing me with your attention. I know you have so much going on right now, you're just too busy to pick up the phone and talk to your grieving grandmother."
"For your information..." you stumbled over your words. "I was interrogated by the police yesterday. I think that counts as having something going on."
"Are you drunk?" Her voice was laced with a disproportionate level of disgust.
"I'm grieving too, Beatrice." You counter. "What, suddenly you're the only one who can drink the pain away? That's not very democratic of you."
"In your state, you shouldn't even be thinking of alcohol!" Grandma scolded. "You of all people should know the effects alcohol has on an unborn baby."
You smacked yourself on the head. Of course Theresa would plant a seed to fuck you over one last time. "Did Theresa actually tell you I was pregnant?"
"It was her last message to me, actually. Anyway, you're coming home." Grandma said, without so much as waiting for a response. "I won't have my great grandchild living in that dangerous city that your cousin was killed in."
You exchanged looks with your friends, who were going through the same combination of emotions as you were. Grandma's words just seemed to fade out as you shared an entire nonverbal conversation with the people around you.
"And you're leaving that terrible, terrible man."
Hannibal raised an eyebrow and looked at you, waiting to see how you'd respond. You knew what you had to do. It was finally time. You did something you should have done a long time ago.
"No." You said, your nerves loosened by the wine.
"What?"
"No. And I mean it." A big smile crossed your lips. "Theresa lied to you. I'm not pregnant. And you have to live with the fact that your granddaughter's last words to you were a blatant lie."
Hannibal looked at you with pride and your friends began to silently gas you up with encouraging gestures. "
"...And that you're the only one to blame for her deception." You continued. "You raised her in your own image."
"This is why I refuse to let you raise my great grandchild with that man!" She wailed. "He's twisted your mind against me! He's made you cruel!"
"Hannibal made me see clearly that you made me cruel." You said with absolute certainty. "You'll never see me again."
"Don't be like your mother, [F/N]." Grandma snarled. "Don't cut people out for trying to help."
"You'll never see me again." You repeated and decided to leave it at that. You ended the call and blocked the number, joined by an eruption of excitement from your friends.
It was finally over. Your life could truly begin.
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Enter With Abandon: Part I
Summary: Reader accidentally orders three meal kit boxes. Spencer takes one off her hands.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Category: fluff
Warnings/Includes: none
Word count: 1.4k
a/n: I just love a good meet cute, you guys. This is part one of four. ☺️
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She had come to terms with the fact that she was a terrible cook. She’d grown up just above the poverty line, with parents who worked long hours on odd schedules. That meant that she and her brother had gotten by on a lot of PB&J, hot dogs, and TV dinners. They certainly didn’t learn how to prepare and cook meals. So when she became an adult, with a real job and an actual salary and without a college dining hall at her disposal, she began ordering a lot of takeout.
It didn’t take long for her bank account to remind her that delivery four days a week was above her pay grade. As a compromise, she’d ordered a HelloFresh box. It was still kind of expensive, but it was a far cry from what she’d been spending on Postmates. She tried a Blue Apron box, and those were a little too advanced for her skill set, but she kept the account open just to look. HomeChef quickly became her favorite service— the meals were ridiculously easy and tasted pretty good once they were doctored up with various spices.
She had just started to level up into mediocre cooking territory when she came home to not one, not two, but three meal kit boxes in the mailroom. She frantically pulled up the apps to see that she had somehow missed the day to skip the box for the HelloFresh and BlueApron boxes that week. She now had nine meals to cook in the next seven days (five when accounting for produce freshness).
She hauled the boxes upstairs to her apartment and pulled up the app to check what meals she had even ordered. The BlueApron recipes were thankfully not too difficult, and she opened the box and unpacked the ingredients into the fridge. She did the same with the HelloFresh box, actually excited to try out a mahi mahi recipe that she probably wouldn’t have been adventurous enough to pick on her own. The recipes in the HomeChef box were fine other than a cavatappi recipe she wasn’t too thrilled about, but she ultimately decided that there was no way she’d be able to cook everything from all three boxes without something going bad.
Which is how she ended up in front of apartment 23, huffing out a breath. Apartments 20 and 21 had been… less than friendly. She’d never actually seen anyone enter or exit this apartment, so she wasn’t even sure anyone lived there. Still, she knocked three times and waited, box in hand.
There was some shuffling, footsteps, and the click of the deadbolt. She opened her mouth to start her spiel, but the sound died in her throat at the man in front of her.
Her neighbor stood in his doorway, all fluffy curls and glasses and stubble, and she forgot why she was even standing there. He was wearing a navy cardigan that looked incredibly soft, a white collared shirt underneath, the top two buttons undone, and heather grey slacks on his long legs. On his feet were mismatched socks— one bright green and the other rainbow striped.
“Can I help you?” he asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and drawing her out of her ogling.
“Oh— I, um.” She held up the box. “I’m your neighbor, um, unit 22. I—I do these um, meal kit boxes and I— well, I’m signed up for three different plans, and you have to remember to go into each individual app and skip the week if you don’t want a box delivered, and I thought I did that, but apparently I didn’t, and so now I have three meal kits and that’s way more than I need because I’m only one person so—”
She paused to suck in a breath. The very corners of his lips twitched into the start of a smile and she about spontaneously combusted. He waited for her to continue, one very cute eyebrow raised at her rambling. She gave herself a mental thrashing and a get it together before continuing.
“So. I’m trying to give away this box, because I don’t want the food to go to waste. However, as it turns out, people are not keen on taking food from a stranger, even when it’s in a sealed package from a reputable meal kit service.” She shrugged. “That said, um, do you want this box? Of food. For you.”
He huffed out a laugh. “I— I don’t know if I’m the best candidate for the box.” He bared his teeth sheepishly. “I’m not a very good cook.”
“Oh! Well, this is the easiest kit, actually. Like, they even pre-cook the pasta so all you have to do is add it in, which I think is kind of ridiculous because who can’t boil noodles? But you know, it’s good if you like, work long hours or whatever.”
He considered her for a moment. “Okay, I’ll take it.”
She was so shocked that he hadn’t closed the door in her bumbling face that her mouth dropped open. “You will?”
“Yeah, you convinced me. Do you wanna…?” He held his hands out and she nodded.
“Yeah, of course, sorry.” She handed him the box. “Thank you so much for taking it off my hands,” she said, dusting imaginary particles off of them. “My conscience feels a lot lighter knowing I won’t be contributing to our nation's issue with food waste. Like, did you know that the average person throws away 219 pounds of food per year, and that most of that food gets sent to landfills where it decays and produces nitrogen pollution, which causes algae blooms and dead zones?”
He pressed his lips together. “I actually did know that.”
“Oh. Well. Good.” She crossed her arms. “It—It’s good that you know that, because, you know, maybe you’ll be more mindful of your own food waste.” Her eyes went wide and she held out an apologetic hand. “Not that I’m saying that you’re not mindful or anything. I just—it’s—it can be good to know things.” It can be good to know things?!
“It certainly can be good to know things.” His lips were turned up in the sweetest smile, golden eyes crinkling at the corners, and she didn’t even care if he thought she was a complete idiot, because she just wanted him to smile at her like that for the rest of eternity.
“Absolutely. Knowing things is… awesome.” She wished the floor beneath her would open up and drop her straight into hell. “Okay. Well, bye.” She turned and took two steps, then did a 180 just as he was closing the door. “Oh, just— you might wanna add more spices than they write in the recipes. I think they write them with the intention of being kind of bland to appeal to a wider audience, but you know, they can end up being kind of… well, bland.”
He smiled again and she couldn’t stop staring. “Thanks for the heads up.”
“You’re welcome. Okay. Well, really bye this time.” She turned and walked as calmly as she could back to her apartment. When she heard the click of his deadbolt she dropped her head into her hand in complete and utter mortification at the sheer lack of chill she’d just exhibited. “What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?”
…
It quickly became obvious why she hadn’t known if anyone lived there— because he was hardly ever home. She listened a little more purposefully to the footsteps on the stairs and the noises through the wall. She wondered if maybe he worked odd hours or had a significant other whose apartment he stayed at.
She was busy enough with work and cooking the other six meals that she had almost forgotten about the humiliating encounter with the man from apartment 23. By the following Friday, she was so tired from the week that she didn’t even glance at his mailbox like she’d been doing all week, S. Reid scrawled across the label. She dragged herself up the stairs and across the landing, fishing her keys out of her bag.
She stopped in front of her door to see a small glass container sitting on her doormat. She looked up and down the hallway before bending to pick it up. There was a paper note taped to the top, written in the same chicken scratch from the mailbox. She saved the note, opting to pop open the lid on the pyrex to find four perfectly baked scones with some sort of citrus glaze. She balanced the dish in one hand and shuffled the note open with the other.
I’m not a great cook, but I’m a pretty good baker. Thanks for the box.
Spencer, Unit 23
P.S. You were right about the spices.
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ask game numbers if you please: 5, 7, 8, 21, 24, 29
5. favorite form of potato?
This is so hard because I love POTATOE.
But, if I have to choose: FRIED. French fries, hash browns, latkes, homefries, steak fries, potato chips, potato hash, those little coin-shaped potatoes that are basically sautéed
A close second are these marvelous little potato stacks that my mom makes at Christmas. Stack up the sliced potatoes (she uses a mandolin), brush with olive oil, sprinkle with salt and rosemary, and bake. They're so good!
Twice-baked potatoes can come along too but, much like baked potatoes, they're best as a platform for toppings.
(Fuck potatoes au gratin, though. I hate them.)
7. what animal do you look forward to seeing when you visit an aquarium?
Colorful fish are fun, algae-eaters are neat, turtles are really cool. But for me, probably the skates and rays. I especially like the aquariums that let you touch their backs as they glide by. They're like the hawks of the ocean. I'd think about how they'd just glide along when I'd swim in the neighborhood pool.
I went to the Baltimore aquarium with some friends when we went to Otakon a good 10+ years ago (Christ, I'm old) and that aquarium had the most amazing tank area for the rays. They were just...everywhere! They had acres of water to glide around in and ways for visitors to just about stand in the midst of all their tanks, or over their tanks, or alongside the tanks. I mean, you could get a view from every angle as they went by. We got there during a feeding time too, as I recall. But, yeah, there they were, all different sizes, just gliding through the water, like strange angels. Or maybe like biblically accurate angels?
8. do you change into specific clothes for the house when you get home?
Oh my gosh yes! I didn't some years ago but I started changing into either loose shorts or leggings (depending on weather) when I got home. I think it's mostly because I get tired of wearing real pants or jeans. Jeans will sometimes bother me to a weird degree, especially if I feel them behind my knees too much. I blame the ADHD/sensory stuff.
21. a number that weirds you out?
Ugh, probably one of those numbers that looks prime but is actually divisible by something.
I will say that 10am and 10pm never seem quite real to me. I don't know why. It just struck me as a kid in maybe 3rd or 4th grade that 10am didn't seem like a "real" time. It wasn't really morning and it wasn't really noontime. And 10pm didn't exist because I was asleep by then, unless it was a weird situation. I still feel like the 9s are valid and the 11s are valid, but 10 is this weird twilight zone whether AM or PM.
24. which do you find yourself using, american or british english?
'Murican, I'm afraid. Well, Southern US American, which is a unique dialect with a similar vowel triangle to British English, which is kind of cool. But, yeah, no: American English.
My brother has been living in the UK for a few years now and he sort of flips back and forth in spelling. His pronunciation is still definitely USAmerican but he sometimes has this British intonation to his speaking, especially in questions.
29. preferred pasta noodle?
Okay, cheese tortellini, definitely. Those are The Best according to me. But if filled pasta isn't allowed...
Giant shells are fun because, yeah, giant edible shell! And my mom would make (a probably non-Italian) manicotti in them sometimes which I love. Big ol' rigatoni are nicknamed "sewer pipes" in our family (long story) so they're a favorite because of the story. Creste di Gallo is kind of rare but is a neat shape (cascatelli is similar and also fun). There was a brand of pasta that made tiny, tiny stars and tiny, tiny letters that I ate as a kid that had a nice mouthfeel. Fettuccine can sometimes get extra al dente if two noodles stick together, and that's fun to bite on. Campanelle, cavatappi, farfalle, lanterne, radiatori, rotelle... All fun.
I like pasta with "weird" shapes--like extra twists or ripples or ruffles. Like, plain penne or elbows are fine, but I'm looking at the list of pasta on Wikipedia and I really want to try fiori and festoni now.
Weirdly specific and unrelated asks...
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12 Days of Demon Ayno -Day 9 (18+)
Supernatural AU
Pairing: demon! Ayno (Noh YoonHo) VAV / Female reader
Genre: Fluff/ Angst/ Smut
Warnings: Cussing, alcohol consumption, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you snap it!)
Word Count: 5031 (...I did not mean to write War & Peace...)
AU: OMG DAY 9 IS FINALLY DONE! (So I guess we’re having Christmas in July) I’m sorry this one took so long. I knew where we needed to go, I just couldn’t get there. Good news: Day 10 is started, Day 12 is done! (We might skip 11) I have also started NYE & Lunar New Year (I’m writing all of them simultaneously) I love feedback- so if there’s something you like, or something you want to see- tell me!! Thanks to everyone who has stuck around! Special thanks to @quyennie for being my editor!!
Demon Ayno: Summoned, Thanksgiving, 12 Days: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11| Day 12 | NYE | Lunar New Year
On the 9th Day of Christmas: You Took Ayno to the Office Holiday Party
It was a little after three thirty when you came through the apartment door wearing baggy sweats, a zip up hoodie with nothing but a tank underneath, fuzzy flip-flop slippers, and no gloves. Even with the calf length down coat on you were freezing, but you couldn’t risk wrecking your once a winter pedi and once a year mani. Even though the heater was on and it hit you like a blast furnace the minute you came in, you were still shivering.
“Ayno? Are you here? I’m home.” The question was rhetorical. You knew your beautiful demon was there somewhere because the TV was set to a music channel playing Christmas standards, and something smelled good.
Ayno came striding out of the kitchen. “Good. I have made you lunch.”, he said as he took your coat. Like a typical human male, he paid no attention to your fancy nails and hair and instead focused on your outfit. “Why are you dressed so inappropriately for the weather?! You will catch a chill and die, and I will have to go back to being a…what was it you called me?”
“Interdimensional hooker. What are we having?”
“Macaroni and cheese. I am told that this food brings comfort, and you seem very agitated today.” He said as he bent down and wrapped his arms around your legs just below your butt and carried you into the kitchen.
“Out of the box?”
“Is what out of what box?” he looked around confused as he deposited you onto a barstool.
“Lunch.”
“Why would macaroni and cheese be in a box? Cheese must be kept cold.”
“You know- the blue box? With the orange powdered cheese? It’s like its own food group.”
Ayno looked horrified. “I do not know what kind of witchcraft would be necessary to turn cheese into an orange powder, but it should not be trusted and I do not know why you would dare to consume it.”
You privately thought he was missing out. Instead, he removed a baking dish from the oven with cavatappi noodles he had baked with some mixture of cream and cheeses and topped with panko breadcrumbs. He dished out a large helping and retrieved a bowl of salad from the fridge and set it next to the mac & cheese. You took a bite…it was creamy and cheesy and delicious…and you were so not hungry.
“It’s delicious, but not exactly cocktail dress friendly.”
Ayno frowned. “You did not eat breakfast. Now you do not want lunch. You are…stressed” he said, happy that he remembered the right word. He moved around behind you, fastening his lips to your neck and slipping a hand inside your jacket to fondle your breast through the thin tank. “You do not smell right…too much cortisol…” he said as his lips worked their way toward your ear. “If you do not do something to relax, then I will have to make you relax.” He gently threatened as his thumb flicked over your erect nipple.
You sighed and closed your eyes, “Ayno, so help me God, if you ruin a $60 hairstyle before I get to that party, I swear I will pour holy water over your head myself!” you gritted out through clenched teeth.
He wisely released you; then reached over and picked up the glass of water above your plate, and poured it out in the sink while muttering something that sounded like “I’d like to see you try it” under his breath, before going to the fridge, grabbing the open bottle of wine, removing the cork with his teeth, filling the glass and setting it in front of you.
He stepped back and looked meaningfully from the glass to your face and back again. You took the hint and drained half the glass in three gulps. Ayno refilled it.
He moved back to your side and picked up a forkful of mac & cheese and held it up to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth and took the bite. “We should not go to this party if it is making you this unhappy”, he said gently rubbing your back.
You placed your forehead carefully against his chest. “Oh Ayno – I don’t mean to be like this to you. Yes, you are right, I am stressed. The Office Christmas Party is one of my least favorite nights of the year. But this is one of those weird human social things that you have to attend even though you don’t want to.”
He continued rubbing your back comfortingly. “I will stay home if it will make you less worried.”
You put your arms around his waist and looked up into his concerned eyes. “Not a chance. Having you as my date is the one thing I’m looking forward to about tonight.”
* * *
You came through the doors of your building at 7:41 and the Atrium was already packed with people and the party was in full swing. Ayno slid your coat from your shoulders and went to take it and your bag to the coat check. Meanwhile, you glanced around and saw Tenley & Kara leaning against the wall by the elevator bank and headed straight over.
“Hey!” “There you are!” They called as you trotted over as fast as the slippery soles of your strappy sandals would allow. You all engaged in the typical “girl hug” that involved leaning over with your butt sticking out and the bare minimum of contact while patting the other’s back.
“Cute dress Ten!” you said. “Thanks! I was accused of being boring by Danielle, so I decided to embrace my ethnicity!” she replied, smoothing the peony embroidered satin of her mandarin collared mini-qi pao. “But it’s still black. Festive is Kara’s job.”
“What? It’s still a neutral! Just because I refuse to join the sea of black dresses with you two…” she retorted, giving her hips a little shake that made the silver beaded dress shimmy with her.
“I like it Kara! Perfect for New Year’s Eve too!” you supported.
“Right?! Kill two parties with one dress!” she affirmed.
“I thought Ayno was coming tonight?”, Tenley questioned.
“Oh, he’s here. He’s just dropping my things at coat check.”
Then Kara’s brain caught up with the conversation and she turned to Tenley looking confused “Danielle? From the Data Matrixing dept. called you boring? They only have one ‘Danielle’, right?”
At that, Tenley launched into her story the way only catty girlfriends can about another woman throwing them shade. She was just wrapping it up when you noticed Kara’s attention had been diverted.
“I don’t know what department that belongs in, but whatever it is, I will find out, and then I am transferring there whether I have the requisite skill and experience or not.” Kara said, her gaze never wavering.
You understood. You smiled at the tall, well-built man that had captured her attention, his fire engine red suit tapered from his broad shoulders to nip in at his slender waist and the pants caressed his muscular thighs. A black mesh shirt peeked out from underneath the jacket and was accented with a couple silver chains at his throat. He was stunning – and oblivious to the attention he was garnering: wide eyed open mouth stares from the ladies and looks of undisguised envy from the men. He glanced around and spying your little group he made his way over with four filled champagne flutes tucked between his long fingers. He handed out the champagne, gave a blinding smile and said “Hi!”
Kara giggled. You just shook your head. Tenley took command of the conversation. “Hi Ayno. It’s good to see you again. I like your suit! It’s a much better look on you than the reindeer sweater.”
“Thank you, I think so too. It itches less. Although, it does not have lights like the sweater, so I think it is unlikely I will win a prize. I think you look better too.”
You laughed. “Kara, this is my boyfriend, Ayno. Ayno, this is Kara- she’s our department assistant.” “Which means she’s the only one who has any idea what’s going on.” Tenley supplied as Ayno, excited to once again be practicing traditional human greetings, extended his hand to Kara.
Kara shook his hand and then downed the whole glass in one gulp. You followed suit, and then handed the glasses back to Ayno. “Will you be a love and go get us 2 more?”, you asked him sweetly. He bent down until his face was even with yours. “Please?” you smiled at him. He smiled back, “Yes Mistress. I am always happy to serve you”, he whispered as he planted a quick kiss on your lips and then turned on his heel and headed to the champagne fountain.
“Ho-lee crap!” Kara said to no one in particular. She looked at Tenley, “You said he was hot, you didn’t say he was the male equivalent of a Victoria’s Secret angel.”
You snickered at the idea of Ayno being an angel of any kind. Kara turned slowly and looked at you. “He’s cute? He’s tall? I love his smile? Seriously??? How about he’s breathtaking and sexy as fuck??”
You laughed. “Sorry Kara. After my last boyfriend…I just sort-of downplay things now. And yes, Ayno is breathtaking…sometimes I think people look at us together and wonder what a man like that is doing with me.”
“Whatever! He’s with you, right? And he doesn’t seem to be going anywhere.” She grabbed your arms and turned you to face her, “Please tell me he has a single brother?” she mock pleaded.
“Actually, he has six brothers.”
Both of them stared at you wide eyed. “SIX BROTHERS?” they chorused in unison. “Are they all single and do they all look like him? I just want one.” Kara said. “Yeah, one for you & one for me” Tenley agreed.
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen them. But they’re…uh…adopted, so I’m not sure what they look like.”
“Well, you clearly hit the jackpot on this one. He’s gorgeous and seems totally devoted.” Kara said with a touch of envy.
“I know, right? I want a man who follows me around and does whatever I say without question while looking at me adoringly too.” Tenley agreed.
The conversation was halted by the ding of the elevator doors opening to reveal a couple of drunk colleagues from accounting stumbling out tipsy and looking slightly disheveled. They looked around nervously before slipping back into the crowd. “Like we didn’t all know about that…” Tenley said rolling her eyes.
You were glad the conversation shifted away from Ayno. Not only was answering questions about him like walking through a mine field, but something about the champagne or the girl’s words had made you uneasy. You didn’t doubt Ayno truly had feelings for you, but you sometimes wondered if he would stay if he had a choice. Did he only stay with you because he had to? Was this like Stockholm Syndrome where you fall in love with your captor as a coping mechanism? Was he devoted because he had to be, not because he wanted to?
Your thoughts were interrupted by Ayno’s arrival with more champagne. You took the glass he offered, and then turned away to eye the crowd- causing Ayno to frown slightly. Kara, emboldened by the alcohol now coursing through her veins, pounced on him in full getting-to-know-you mode. Normally you would have jumped in and changed the subject, or answered for him, but you were so edgy you decided to just let him handle it. If he freaked out, transformed into his natural form, and rained hellfire on the building then so be it. You still listened with half an ear, proud that he remembered the answers you had practiced to common personal questions.
Your sudden coolness was not lost on Tenley. Sensing that Ayno might need to be rescued from Kara, and the two of you might need a moment, she nudged you, “Hey. Have you shown Ayno our floor yet?”
You looked at her with something between distain and annoyance. “No. I can’t imagine why Ayno would want to see our cubicle farm.”
“Nope. You don’t get a choice. It’s an unwritten rule that all new significant others must get a tour of the prison cells at their first Christmas Party, so they have a frame of reference for stories of office shenanigans and sympathy for the conditions we are suffering in when we have to work late”, she said matter-of-factly. With that, she punched the elevator button, snagged your champagne glass, and shoved you in when the doors opened, Ayno following right behind you trying not to laugh. The last thing you saw was her giving you a cheesy grin and a wave of her waggled fingers.
The elevator ride to the 9th floor was quick but felt like an eternity with the two of you standing in silence, you just out of Ayno’s reach. You walked at the same speed you did during your workday, lengths ahead of Ayno who strolled along behind you down the hall past the conference and break rooms, eventually arriving at the center of the floor full of cubicles.
“This is it.” You sighed, bored.
Ayno nodded. “I have seen this before.”
“Someone summoned you to their office building?”
“No. Purgatory. There are several levels that look just like this. I recommend avoiding it.” He paused, “Which chamber is yours?”
You started walking and Ayno followed you to your desk. “This is it. This is where I spend most of my day”, you said gesturing to your glass walled box full of pre-fab office furniture.
Ayno stepped inside and sat in your chair. You were surprised how normal he looked sitting there, as though you might have come around the corner and found your handsome coworker at his desk.
While you absentmindedly stared off into space, he took in your workspace, thinking to himself that it was rather like a cage, and feeling sorry that you spent so many hours there. He smiled when he saw that the one truly personal thing on your desk was a small photo of the two of you.
Knowing Ayno would follow, you slowly began strolling out of the maze of cubicles, idly wondering how much longer you’d have to stay at the party for people to consider it an “appearance” and what you needed to do to give the impression that you had had a good time.
“What is this place?” you heard Ayno’s voice behind you as he stuck his head into an open doorway.
“That’s the break room.”
“Ah!”, Ayno said with comprehension, “The domain of Cody the Coffee Snob and Amber the Refrigerator Nazi!” You almost laughed– he always asked how your day was when you came home, and you were impressed he had paid attention to your rambling stories about office drama …but it made you feel even less worthy of him. “Was the identity of the Lean Cuisine thief ever discovered?”, he asked as he continued to follow you.
“Nope. It remains a mystery.”
“What is this place?” he asked stepping into yet another doorway.
You followed him. “This is the conference room. We come in here when we have important things to discuss. That triangle thing in the middle of the table lets us watch Power Points, call other offices, make announcements…or sometimes we just use the table and talk.”
You turned to leave, but the door slammed shut. You didn’t need to ask how. Taking a deep breath, you turned and walked back to your waiting demon.
“What is wrong?”
“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong- I’m fine.”
“No. Something is very wrong. You have stopped speaking to me. You are not looking at me. You are pushing me away”, he paused looking sad and confused “What did I do wrong? Please tell me, because I do not know.”
You sighed. “Nothing…you haven’t done anything wrong – I swear…I was just thinking about things the girls said to me and about you being with me…it just made me question whether you would be here if you had a choice.”
Ayno slipped a hand around your waist and pulled you against his body, his other hand tipping your chin up to look him in the eyes. “Do you really doubt my feelings for you?” he asked gently.
You looked into his deep eyes and shook your head, “No, I believe your feelings are very real. I just wonder if you would choose to be with me if you had another option.”
Surprisingly, Ayno smiled. He gave a small laugh and a little shake of his head, “How old am I?”
“Uh…Eight hundred and…something…”
“Fourty-four.” He supplied. “You are not my first patron. I have had so many masters and mistresses in these years that I lost track long ago. You are not the first to want to keep me…but you are the only one I have ever stayed with. I assure you that if I wanted to leave, I could make your life so miserable that you would release me and beg me to be gone.”
Then he threaded his fingers into your fancy hair and pulled your face to his. He kissed you hard, tongue pillaging your mouth as he pressed his body tightly against yours. He backed you up until your butt hit the conference table, and then lifted you slightly so you were sitting on it. He finally released your mouth and dove straight for your neck. “No! Ayno! What are you doing?” He pulled his head up and looked at you with eyes so deep they bordered on maroon, “This is a conference room. We are having a conference. Apparently, I need to explain to you again how much I want you. That I will willingly be your slave until the end of time. That I am wholly yours…not just because you keep me, but because I choose to be. So, I’d start taking notes, Mistress, because I am going to fuck you until you get the memo.”
With that he pushed you down on to the table and resumed his attack on your neck. You could feel the heat of his mouth even as the cold of the glass covering the table penetrated your thin dress. You shivered, unsure if it was from that or Ayno’s sudden aggression.
Ayno put one knee up onto the table and pressed his other thigh against your waiting heat as he continued sucking harshly on your neck and chest working his way ever lower. You felt yourself growing warm and wet as he ground his thigh against your core. “Ayno! You’ve got to stop… someone could come in and find us!” you pleaded. “Let them”, he growled low in your ear, “I don’t actually care.”
“I care! Anyone could just walk in! And one whole wall of this room is glass!!” Making an inhuman sound, Ayno raised his head and held one hand up toward the door. A rope of red energy shot out and zig zagged around the door and frame stitching the door closed. Then he waved his hand in the direction of the windows and you watched as they turned black like magic demon limo tint. “Better?” he hissed. He had that determined look on his face – the same one he’d had when he showed up the night of the Halloween party…and once again you realized there was no escape. Ayno in pure demon mode was a dangerous force that both scared the crap out of you and turned you on in a way you could never have imagined. You suddenly noticed that his shirt and jacket had disappeared from his body and recalled his warning about why conjuring his clothes was a bad idea.
His hands roughly yanked the straps from your dress down and to the side pushing your dress down and causing your breasts to spring free. He brought his other leg up onto the table and pushed your dress up to your waist before he reached down and flipped the crotch of your thong to the side plunging his fingers into your already dripping pussy. “Always so wet for me…”,he hummed, “I know how much you want me, and I am going to show you how much I want you”, he said as he worked his fingers in and out of you rapidly while he sucked on your nipples. Your barely there underwear were finally in his way so he pulled them off and slingshot’d them somewhere unknown in the room- not caring about where they landed or how you were going to find them, before plunging his fingers back in and rubbing at your G spot at a frenetic pace. You could feel the pressure building in your belly. Needing an outlet for your own desires, you consciously willed him naked (enjoying that particular power you had) and once your will was done, you reached down and grabbed his cock and begin stroking it. You knew that you didn’t need to, but feeling his length running up and down in your hand felt so good…and you knew that he enjoyed it. “Do you like that?” You choked out. “Yes”, he whispered. “I like it when you touch me.” His fingers rubbed your G spot in time with the strokes you made to his cock. The tingling sensation you were feeling in your fingers and toes was causing your hips to buck. “Oh! Oh!” you cried as you whimpered his name like a mantra as your walls clenched and your juices ran down onto his hand.
He lifted your ankles to his shoulders and slid easily between your folds with how worked up you were. He leveraged his weight and trapped you between him and the conference table as he speared into you hot and hard. Every thrust sent you sliding backward across the table. Your nails dug into his biceps as his thrusts gained in strength and speed and the table began to groan in protest. Somewhere around the middle of the table Ayno’s hands finally found a grip and you stopped sliding. You couldn’t help the loud moans escaping your lips and mixed with the sound of skin on skin as his hips slammed into the back of your thighs, the creak of the table and Ayno’s soft grunts, it was intoxicating - you closed your eyes and let it echo in your head and overtake your senses.
You reached between your legs and firmly pinched your clit, rolling the ball of nerves between your fingers. Your mind was empty as you looked at Ayno’s beautiful lust filled face and saw his ab muscles rippling as he drove himself into you. Robbed of the ability to form coherent words, you settled for the vocal equivalent of a keyboard smash as your legs began to shake and your orgasm overtook you. Ayno continued his thrusts until you had ridden out your high before he lowered your legs and unsheathed himself from your over stimulated body.
You laid there on the table, sweaty and panting. Something gleamed out of the corner of your eye and lolled your head to the left. It was a small red light. The world came back into focus as the realization hit you: Ayno’s hand had finally found purchase on the command console in the center of the table…which was where the red indicator light was coming from…on the “Intercom- all office” button. Oh shit. Oh shit no. That thing over-rode everything else…including the music being piped into the party. Your moans of ecstasy weren’t echoing in your head, they had just been echoing through the entire building – including the party in the atrium and on every single floor. Everyone in this building had just heard you and Ayno going at it on the conference table. You reached over and gently pressed the button again, watching as the light went out.
You were in such a state of shock and horror at the realization of what had just transpired that you almost failed to notice Ayno’s naked body, covered in a light sheen of perspiration, planking over you. His eyes, still burgundy ringed with pink, bored into you. “Have we reached an understanding Mistress? Or would you like me to explain it again?”
“I got the memo, and while I’d love to go over it again, I think this is not the place.”
* * *
It had only taken a few moments for you to assess the situation. Your up-do was ruined, you were sweaty and smelled like sex, and you couldn’t find your underwear. You were a hot mess. Worse, the keys to the apartment – and the car- were in your purse that Ayno had politely coat-checked…right by the front doors of the building…so any thoughts of sneaking out an exit door on another floor and just going home without having to see anyone were dashed. You were going to have to do the ultimate walk of shame. The only good thing you could say was that it took only a heartbeat for you to desire Ayno back into the red GQ suit – and there he was- looking like nothing had happened.
As soon as you had finger combed your hair, adjusted your dress, and given up hunting for your thong, Ayno un-tinted the windows and released the door.
The hallway and elevator bank were mercifully empty.
If the elevator ride up had seemed to take forever, the ride down felt like an express. You wanted to just stand in the corner, but Ayno wasn’t having it. He pulled you to his side and wrapped one long arm possessively around your waist.
You took a deep steadying breath, squared your shoulders and lifted your chin as the elevator thumped to a stop. The bell dinged, the doors slid open, and your heart began pounding. Maybe the system was turned off? Maybe everyone was so drunk they wouldn’t notice you?
No such luck. While you were sure it wasn’t really the whole room it felt like everyone turned to stare at the two of you. You felt your face go hot, and you were certain that your cheeks matched Ayno’s suit. Ayno, who wasn’t the least bit embarrassed, kept his arm tightly around you and steered you straight into the crowd. You heard giggles, saw knowing smiles, got some judgmental frowns with accompanying head shakes, and a few hissed “yes girl!”s as you passed people. You saw Kara & Tenley over by the snack table, both sporting giant grins, who as soon as they caught your eye held up a cocktail napkin in each hand like Olympic judges- at least they gave you four 10.00s. You were almost there when Santa, who was in fact Ernie from Accounting, walked by and said “Ooooo! Someone’s on the naughty list now!” …and you could have sworn Brandon from IT high fived Ayno who simply continued strutting along unfazed, with a cat-that-ate-the-canary smirk on his face.
You finally reached the coat check, and Ayno handed the pimple-faced college age clerk the ticket. He returned a moment later with your coat and bag, looked at Ayno and said, “Well at least I don’t have to ask if you two enjoyed the party.” You snatched your bag from him and pushed your way out onto the freezing sidewalk, making a beeline for your car. A moment later, you heard Ayno’s laughter as he ran up behind you and threw your coat around your shoulders before sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you the rest of the way.
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When you got out of the shower, Ayno was lounging on the bed shirtless in a pair of pajama pants. The intense gaze had never left his eyes, so you avoided it by heading to the mirror to comb out your hair. You were about three strokes in when you felt yourself being pulled backwards around the waist. Looking down you saw the red energy rope that was dragging you to your demon’s waiting arms. As soon as you got there, he pulled you against him and the ropes wrapped around the two of you, binding you together. You remembered that struggling would make them tighter, so decided to just enjoy the feeling of being forced against him without escape. The intense look in his eyes was now accompanied by an arched eyebrow. He knew your mind was busy. He was waiting.
You sighed. “I’m sorry about tonight. I know I ruined the party for you…I get so nervous & stressed about things like this… I feel like I keep questioning you Ayno, and it’s not fair. Never once have you not been perfectly clear about your desires, feelings or intentions. So, no more – it’s not your fault I’m being insecure. I apologize for treating you this way, and I will do better.”
Ayno smiled and pressed his lips to your forehead. “I am not upset. I understand. The reality of me challenges everything mortals assume demons to be. We are all supposed to be ugly, deceitful minions of evil, not humanoid in appearance and capable of honesty and feelings. This is not about you or me – it is about whoever damaged your heart before I came. Your questioning comes from fear- the fear that you will experience the same pain again. I am used to this. Do you think I am summoned by people who feel secure and happy and loved? Quite the opposite. I am called to fill a void, and my temporary nature makes me ‘safe’. I told you, I will take good care of you and I will not hurt you. I promise this. You may doubt all you wish. I will just keep explaining it to you over and over and over until you know”, he said kissing your cheeks gently as he finished.
You kissed him deeply before meeting his eyes. “I already know Ayno. But I’m happy to let you remind me as often as possible.”
And with that, Ayno turned out the lights, and reminded you again.
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OSRR: 2230
today was okay again.
i got up and started working around 1:15 maybe, and i worked until about 8pm, with a little bit of break time which i used to read some more. i took a shower, and the we had cavatappi for dinner and lisa and i watched some queer eye (the "we're in japan!" edition) before she headed off to bed. (it's adorable.) i returned to my location on the squishy sofa downstairs and resumed watching bnha because i have a problem and i love it. i'm now in bed, and i gotta sleep soon bc i work early tomorrow. i really wish i hadn't set my hours for 9am on a friday. smh.
anyway, joel is heading out tomorrow to go camping, so the next time i see him will be at the wedding on sunday. i still need to decide what to wear and make a coordinating mask because there's no fucking way i'm going to a wedding without one, and i can't have it look garish in the inevitable photos, so it's gotta match. so i can't wear a knit, can i. hmm. i need to decide asap and then go to joann's to get fabric for the outer shell. sigh. lots of things to do, but first and foremost i need to do my homework.
i'm kinda sad i haven't gotten to see joel much over the last few days, but snuggling with him is always good. i love being around him. i know he's busy, but still. i'm excited for the wedding. it's joel's best friend who's getting married, and i'm pretty cool dude that he's going to be dean's best man, even if he can't remember it lol. at least i now know what time i need to be there.
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preferred pasta noodle?
i am a short pasta fanatic tbh. longer noodles are alright but i love short and spiral-y/craggly/ridged noodles because whatever sauce you put them in clings to them. my all time favorite is cavatappi, but i also fuck heavy with penne and shell pastas.
tbf tho, all pasta is good pasta. i love pasta. give me carbs pls
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