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steddieas-shegoes · 5 days

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not so different

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt ‘graduation’

rated t | 994 words | cw: mention of past character death, mention of alcohol, language | tags: childhood friends, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, good uncle Wayne Munson

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Steve Harrington didn’t cry, not even when he fell off the slide at the playground and his knee bled for 15 minutes and his nanny had to call his mom.

But this was a special instance where he was allowed to be sad. His nanny even said so. He watched all the kids in his kindergarten class taking pictures with their moms and dads, uncles and aunts, grandpas and grandmas, and wondered why he didn’t have anyone here for him.

He found an empty classroom in the big kid hall as soon as the ceremony was done, sat behind the teacher’s desk, and cried into his knees.

“Did your daddy not show up either?” A voice asked from in front of him.

He lifted his head, vision blurry and face wet, to see Eddie.

Eddie had already done kindergarten once, but he had trouble with his phonics, so they kept him behind. He was the first kid to talk to Steve in class, but within a few days, Tommy and Carol and Heather had scared him away from Steve entirely.

“Um, no.”

“What about your mama?”

“She’s with my dad.”

“My mama is with God. Or that’s what a lot of people say. I dunno if she was friends with him or not, though. I think she just got buried in the ground and people are scared to tell me,” Eddie was sitting next to Steve now, his leg knocking against Steve’s.

Eddie didn’t sit still very well, and the teacher always said he had ants in his pants. Steve hoped he didn’t have them in there now; he didn’t want any ants on him.

“Where’s your dad?”

“He’s probably getting ‘rested again. He showed up being silly and my Uncle Wayne had to take him outside,” Eddie shrugged.

“Is he tired?” Steve asked, sniffling and leaning more against Eddie.

“No. Uncle Wayne says sometimes he has too much of the drinks in the bottles I’m not allowed to touch and it makes him act like he don’t got a brain,” Eddie didn’t sound that sad, but Steve still wanted to hug him. “So your daddy isn’t here?”

“No. I think he forgot.”

“Sorry he forgot. My Uncle Wayne never forgets. He even came to the lunch room for my birthday. He brought me a piece of pizza!” Eddie always sounded more excited than anyone else. Most of the kids in the class thought it was stupid, but Steve kind of liked the way his eyes got wide and his smile got so big it took up most of his face. “Maybe he can bring you a piece for your birthday next year.”

“He doesn’t even know me.”

“You can come meet him!”

The classroom door opened just as Eddie started to stand and reach for Steve’s hands to pull him up.

“There ya are, Ed! Been lookin’ everywhere. You want some ice cream?” An older man stood by the door, button up plaid shirt only half-tucked into his jeans.

“Can we bring Steve? He’s my friend.”

Steve’s head turned, shocked that Eddie would say that.

“We gotta ask his parents first, Ed.”

“His parents didn’t come.”

“Oh.” The man looked Steve up and down before seemingly settling on something. He gave a small smile and gestured for him to come closer. “What’s your favorite flavor, then?”

“I dunno. Never had anything except vanilla,” Steve admitted, afraid to look at the man who had to be Eddie’s Uncle Wayne.

“Well, that just won’t do, will it? Let’s go try every flavor at the diner. Benny just added a few new ones. Think there’s even a bubblegum one.”

Eddie clapped his hands and dragged Steve out the door by his arm.

“I bet you’ll like mint chip,” he said as Wayne followed behind them, fond smile on his face.

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Steve Harrington had only cried a few times in his life, but this was the second time it was happening in front of Eddie.

Eddie wasn’t conscious this time, though.

“If you wake up, I’ll take you to the diner and we can have ice cream. They’ve got a new raspberry white chocolate flavor that you’d like. I could use some mint chip right now,” Steve said around the tears.

Wayne had left the hospital an hour ago to freshen up and grab one of his crossword puzzle books. Steve had been crying for most of that hour, holding Eddie’s hand and quietly begging him to wake up.

Two days without hearing his voice or watching his smile light up the room was too long, especially after having it for the last 13 years.

“How’re you gonna walk at graduation if you’re still asleep here, huh?” Steve closed his eyes and wiped at his cheeks.

“You can walk with me.”

Steve’s head shot up at Eddie’s quiet, but surprisingly strong voice.

“Eddie!”

“Hey, Stevie. Heard you’re takin’ me for ice cream,” Eddie’s smile was crooked, the bandage on his cheek covering one of his dimples.

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except for Eddie being awake, being alive, being okay.

“Yeah, Eds. Every day if you want,” Steve wanted to crawl into the bed with him, hold him close and feel him breathing and listen to his heartbeat, be sure he was there.

“Gonna hold you to that.”

“Soon as you can leave, that’ll be our first stop. Promise.”

Eddie closed his eyes, but the smile remained on his face. “You slept?”

“A bit.”

“So no.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “A bit.”

“C’mere.”

“Honey, you’re hurt-“

“Come here.”

Steve got in bed slowly, making sure he kept space between himself and Eddie’s injuries.

“Think I’ll graduate?”

Steve snorted. “They’d be stupid to hold you back after you saved everyone.”

“Yeah. ‘M a hero. Fuck Hawkins High.”

Steve could feel more tears trickle down his cheeks, but these were different.

These were relieved tears, happy tears.

“Yeah, honey. Fuck them.”

“Love you, though.”

“Love you so much.”

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles #graduation #childhood friends #friends to lovers #wayne munson #hurt/comfort

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celestialvoid-fanfiction · 5 months

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Memories of Sunshine and Smiles

After Stiles lost his mum, the smell of her perfume that lingered in her empty perfume bottle was the only thing that brought him comfort. But eventually that ran out. One day, on a whim, Stiles tried making candles and somehow stumbled across the perfect combination of scents that smelt just like his mum's perfume. Love Hard scene stealer

For @imagine-sterek's 24 sterek 2024 event.

[AO3]

Vanilla, rose petals, peonies and apple. It was a unique smell, one that made him think of warm hugs, soft smiles lit by the glow of the morning light, gently hands pushing him on the park swings, and the sound of her laughter.

It smelt like her—the real her, not the pale figure lying in the hospital bed in a room that smelt of fake-lemon-scented disinfectant and steriliser.

He kept the bottle of perfume after she’d died, clutching the ornate blue-green glass bottle to his chest as he cried himself to sleep, trying to convince himself that his mum was still there.

But eventually the smell faded from the empty perfume bottle and Stiles was left with the harsh reality that she really was gone. As time passed, it was harder for him to remember. The smell of her perfume, the sound of her voice, her smile, her laugh—it was all so distant, a memory that had faded with time until eventually he forgot all together.

A few years back, he found the empty bottle nestled in a box of memorabilia. He looked it up online but manufacturers no longer made the perfume and he couldn’t find it on any online market places.

He tried a mix of scented candles and oils, but it was never right; there was no burst of memories or warm rush of comfort.

Then, one day - on an ADD whim - he decided to give candle making a try. He did his research on adding perfumes and scents, and almost by accident, he stumbled across the blend of soft vanilla, roses, peonies and sweet apple. He held the small tin of candle wax up to his nose and inhaled the smell. His eyes welled with tears. A warmth filled his chest and he felt his breath catch in his throat as all the memories came rushing back.

He closed his eyes and remembered her smiling and laughing as he—four years old—begged her to push him higher on the swings, the sun bathing her in a golden glow. He could see the flickering shadows of the tree leaves dance around her, could even smell the fresh air that carried the smell of her perfume with it.

He opened his eyes again, numb as a tear fell past his lashes and rolled down his mole-speckled cheek.

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vagabond-umlaut · 1 year

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fairy cakes

two dumb classmates redefining mutual pining. one injured senpai people keep linking you with. zero baking experience in your being.

what could possibly go wrong?

▸ student! gojo satoru x student! gn! reader; wc: 1.6k; background nanami x haibara; lots and lots of fluff; pining; teasing; missions; injuries and recoveries; reader is in denial and acceptance (confusing, ik); (i repeat) soft tooth-rotting fluff (i promise)

▸ belongs to series we're the summer to our winter rain but you can read this as a stand-alone if you wanna!

▸ idk what's happening to me. (another fic, so soon!?!?) (i ain't upset tho.) anyways, gif, divider and characters aren't mine. please don't plagiarize, translate or repost this. enjoy reading! ❤️

"are the cupcakes readyyy?"

the decision of letting these four guys spend the afternoon at your place was a blunder. terribly, horribly, greatly - a historic blunder.

you shoot geto an exasperated look. the boy simply shrugs back, lips twitching, as he takes a water bottle from the fridge and saunters back to wherever the hell he emerged from.

beside you, meanwhile, nanami continues to mutter the ingredients under his breath - the thousandth time in the past hour - making you wonder if you can survive a jump from your fourth-storeyed flat's kitchen window or not.

maybe not, you decide, cracking three eggs open and pouring them into the bowl. and even if you do, it's not worth the risk, anyways. you might've got money to burn but you would much rather not burn it all on hospital bills, thank you.

"hey, they said two eggs, not three," your classmate's solemn voice draws you from your thoughts. glancing at the boy, then at the bowl, then back at him, you feel the corners of your lip lift in a tense grin.

"that recipe you are reading's all wrong," you state, snatching the cookbook from him with one hand and snapping it shut, "my mom always baked me and my brothers cakes in our childhood. trust me, i know. i might've never baked before but it's in my blood."

you watch nanami open his mouth, then close it, then open it again - only to close it. and the metaphorical bulb lights up in your brain.

a teasing smile now carving its way onto your lips, you return to the batter, adding, "don't get stressed, kento-kun. i'm pretty sure yu-kun will looove the cupcakes. just as much as you love him."

a sputter followed by a cough sounds next to you. "hey, that- that's not true. what're you talking about?" the blond exclaims indignantly.

the whisk dropped into the batter, a loud gasp escapes you as you twist to face him. "are you implying your love for yu-kun is fake, then? oh gosh! and here i thought you were a decent person, kento-kun!" you cry out dramatically, placing a hand over your forehead.

"hey, no, that's not it," the boy refutes your claims in an instant. you watch in glee how his otherwise-stoic features grow bashful. "my feelings for haibara-kun aren't fake. they are real. quite a lot so."

"oh, is it so?" you ask in faux-curiosity, then turn to the boy, genuinely wondering, "then why don't you confess to him? yu-kun will accept it in a heartbeat, i'm sure of that."

a couple of seconds pass before the smile falls from your face, giving way to a mighty frown, as you watch the boy next to you grow silent, desolation dimming his gaze as he returns to finding the cupcake moulds.

in your sixteen years of existence, you've always viewed love as... just that. lovely. exceedingly so.

yes, you have never experienced it yourself yet, but everyone else always described it as wonderful, leaving one happy and giddy and just splendid at the end of the day.

then why does kento-kun's face grow grave at love's very mention?

"are you scared of losing him one day, kento-kun?" you ask him quietly, the words tumbling out your mouth before you registering, while you add the other ingredients - brown sugar, cocoa powder, vanilla extract - into the bowl and start whisking them again.

a long while passes - one wherein two excited yells sound from the living room, accompanied by a dramatic whine (you know whose) - after which your question receives a reply.

except, it's your inquiry thrown back at you.

"aren't you scared of losing your loved ones?" nanami asks, just as quietly as you did. in the background, yet another dramatic cry rings through the air-conditioned air.

and your mind, as if on auto-pilot, flies back to that one night a week ago you spent in the infirmary.

the night you felt the most terrified. the most penitent. the loneliest.

the mission was worded to be an easy one, a simple in-and-out kind.

gojo and you decided to visit the ruins of a shrine in nikko, kill the special-grade curse wreaking havoc there, and finally go to the patisserie nearby, he had been singing praises for, for weeks and days at end.

that was the plan, that would have been the reality too - an awesome reality to mark the start of your much-loved summer holidays - until everything went haywire, that is.

there was no one special-grade curse, there were multitudes of them. and if that wasn't enough, to couple that woe, the walls were too, too derelict and weak to bear the brunt of either of your cursed energy blows, let alone your joint attacks.

the tragedy, however, lay not in either of the facts.

the tragedy lay in gojo's and your ignorance of both of them.

before either of you could realize what's wrong, whilst you two were relaxing for a beat, having exorcised all the curses, bodies tired and bruised, the ages-old shrine came caving in on you - the roof, the walls, the everything.

and gojo, being gojo - the absolute self-sacrificing idiot you never knew he could be - chose to turn his infinity off in favour of pulling you under his tall frame, bearing the weight of the crash all upon his back.

the entire trip back to school and everything that happened after is all a blurry mess in your brain now.

save for the metallic stench of blood, the leaden weight of guilt, the sympathetic soft voices and the ice-cold hand you kept rubbing circles on and on, and pressing kisses to, throughout the night till the morning next - when a familiar pair of clear blue eyes opened, blinking blearily, and crinkled in a grin at your sight, raspy voice asking if you would mind visiting the shop a couple of days later.

your cheeks feel awfully wet as you recount those details - and you huff a watery chuckle.

"i too am scared, i guess," you admit in a hushed tone, pouring the batter into the moulds - eight, not twelve, you remind yourself, 'cause shoko went to visit family and geto's going on that date you're forcing him to go. a beat passes in utter silence before you feel a pair of arms pull you gently into a side-embrace.

"i didn't intend to make you cry, sorry," nanami says in a kind voice. you immediately open your mouth, wanting to say it's not his fault; the boy shushes you, continuing, just as gently, "why don't you take a small break, hm? only the frosting's left, right? i'll call haibara. both of us can handle it from here."

betraying your brimming eyes, you throw him an impish grin. "are you sure this wasn't some ploy to get some alone-time with your boyfie?"

"no, it wasn't," your classmate says, rolling his eyes in annoyance, though the smile on his lips tell you otherwise. accepting the napkin from him, you let him maneuver you towards the living room, an arm slung around your shoulders, when he speaks up again, "geto senpai will be leaving for his date in another couple of minutes. he's already ready."

your brows furrow a tad as you glance at him from the corner of your eyes. nanami hates stating the obvious... then why is he now?

"of course, i know that. i was the one who set him up on that date, remember?" you say, perplexed, "so?"

"so..." the blond drawls with a rare wide grin. did the sun rise in the west today or something of the sort?

"you should've realized by now, it was a ploy to get you some alone-time with your boyfie."

an indignant gasp escaping, you twist in his grasp, ready to deny his mind-boggling claims - then stop when you catch gojo grin at you, waving not unlike a maniac, from where he is slouched on the couch.

ignoring the tight feeling in your chest (must have been a heartburn from that stale pizza), you grin back at your shades-wearing senpai, waving just as wildly.

nanami's an idiot - you decide as you sit down carefully next to the white-haired boy - he's still healing, after all - and kiss his bandaged forehead. your two classmates, meanwhile, keep rambling, like the pining fools they've been of late.

ignoring them, you focus on your ruminations instead - yeah, you're certainly not in love with your gojo senpai. it's just that-

"hey, were you crying?" musings broken in half by a gentle thumb on the apple of your cheeks, you peer up at the boy, only to find him frowning, concern clear-as-day behind his goggles.

biting your lower lip to keep it from wobbling, you shake your head 'no' and snuggle into his side, relishing in the warmth he offers, the balmy discomfort of 39°C be damned.

asking you no more questions, gojo simply pulls you even closer into himself; you close your eyes to restrain your tears.

tears of joy.

tears of relief.

tears of something new, something wonderful, you can't name yet, but have a hunch, can soon.

encased in your dear (not beloved, just dear) senpai's comforting touch, your lost train of thought revisits you, waiting to be finished.

a warm smile appears on your lips.

it's just that you'll do anything in this world - without an ounce of reluctance - if it means you always get to see that goofy, careless, adorable, genuine grin on his face, you've grown to cherish so much.

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#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk fics #jjk imagines #gojo drabbles #gojo fics #gojo imagines #jjk fluff #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #kit posts 📝

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sunriserose1023 · 5 months

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Point of Ignition [five]

WARNINGS: Flirting, sexual innuendo, jealousy, slight emotional angst WORD COUNT: 2989

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You walked down the hall to the kitchen, coming to a stop when you saw Bucky’s bare back at the stove. He glanced over a tattooed shoulder and smiled when he saw you.

“Morning, Pidge. Hungry?”

You blinked, the huskiness of his voice in the morning making you want to give a full-body shiver. You shook your head and walked past him to the fridge. He turned his attention back to the stove as he spoke again.

“Coffee’s almost ready, if you drink that sort of thing.” “Depends. Do you have any creamer?”

You whirled away from the fridge, pointing at him.

“If you say one thing about how you’ve got some cream you can give me, I swear to God—“

Bucky laughed, holding his hands up by his head.

“Down, girl. I won’t say anything, I promise.”

You glared at him until he lowered his hands and turned back to the stove.

“There’s some in there. I personally like a little cream and sugar in mine.”

You opened the door and found the French vanilla creamer, starting to back out of the fridge but stopping when Bucky was suddenly behind you.

“Hold on, Pidge.”

You watched him reach over your shoulder, his muscular arm moving a few things around and bringing out a bottle of hazelnut caramel creamer. You lifted your eyes to his, unable to stop the smile when he grinned at you.

“Can’t let my badass reputation be tarnished by something like this.” “Oh no, we wouldn’t want that.” “Plus, Sam would never let me live it down.” “I bet.”

You kept smiling as you stared up at him, kind of enraptured by his blue eyes and the dark stubble on his face. The heat of his skin near yours was contrasted by the cool air from the fridge, and after a moment of the two of you just staring at each other, you spoke softly.

“Your bacon is burning.” “Hmm?”

You nodded behind him and Bucky glanced over his shoulder.

“Oh, shit.”

You giggled as he hurried to flip the bacon, shaking your head as you closed the fridge, then poured yourself a cup of coffee. After you’d added the creamer, you lifted the mug to your lips and just held it there before taking a slow sip. You closed your eyes as the warmth of the coffee filled your mouth, then your throat, warming your chest as you swallowed. You opened your eyes to see Bucky staring at you, a soft smile on his lips. You felt your cheeks warm, and he turned back to the stove, cracking an egg into a skillet.

“Did you sleep okay?”

You nodded.

“Yeah, you kept your hands to yourself and everything.” “Told you I would, Pidge.” “I was just about certain you’d try to cop a feel.”

Bucky chuckled, keeping his back to you.

“You’ve made your feelings clear, Pidge. I don’t want to feel up anybody who doesn’t want me to.” “Maybe you’re not as bad as I’ve made you out to be.”

Bucky looked over his shoulder, blue eyes wide.

“That sounded damn near close to a compliment, Pidge.” “Oh, whatever.” “That was the nicest thing you’ve said to me." “You’re full of shit.” “I take it back. That was the nicest thing.”

He laughed as you threw a balled-up paper towel at him. He shook his head, stepping to the side and grabbing a plate he’d gotten out of the cabinet and set on the counter.

“Here I am, slaving away to make sure you have a warm breakfast, and the abuse I’m suffering in my own kitchen…” “I didn’t ask you to make me breakfast.”

“You didn’t have to. This is just me being a good host.”

He handed you a plate with scrambled eggs, a few pieces of bacon, and a buttered piece of toast. He turned back to the stove and you took your plate to the bar, sitting on a barstool and taking a bite of bacon.

“You do this for all your friends who spend the night?”

Bucky had a smile on his face as he glanced back at you.

“I don’t have any friends who spend the night.” “So the girl on the couch last night?”

“She’d have been long gone before breakfast."

He turned back with a plate in his hand with double the amount of food he’d given you. You raised your eyebrows as you met his eyes and he gave you a wink before digging in. You shook your head, setting your toast back on the plate.

“I don’t understand.” “What?”

You cut your eyes towards the couch and Bucky sighed.

“It’s just sex, Pidge.”

You blinked, watching him shovel a huge bite of eggs into his mouth, chew and swallow before he spoke again.

“I’m not looking for long-term. I’m not trying to find someone to settle down with who will have my babies. I’m here for a good time.”

He shrugged his shoulders as he dug into his toast, and you wrinkled your nose when he talked with food in his mouth.

“I don’t let girls spend the night. You’re my first there, pigeon.” “Did anyone ever teach you basic table manners? Like not to speak with your mouth full?”

Bucky grinned and winked at you.

“My mama would have my ass. “She needs to.”

Bucky winked at you again, and you rolled your eyes before you went back to your plate. The two of you settled into a comfortable silence, and when Bucky was finished eating, he stood up.

“Seriously, Pidge. As long as you’re here, you’ll be the only one in my bed.” “But not your couch.” “See? You catch on quick.”

You shook your head, but smiled as Bucky took your empty plate and his to the sink.

You took your seat in the auditorium, a nervous flutter in your belly. You would get your test score today, and if you had failed it, you didn’t know what you would do. You knew one failing grade wouldn’t be the end of your college career, but you couldn’t stop those “end of the world” thoughts from coming. You huffed out a breath and tried to reorganize your supplies again, stilling when the normally-empty seat beside you became occupied.

“You nervous about the results too?”

You met John Walker’s eyes with a smile.

“I’m not the only one?”

John sighed, setting his bag down in the seat beside him.

“Definitely not. I haven’t lost any sleep over it, but I’m a little nervous now." “Me too.” “I’m sure you did fine.”

You nodded, looking back down at your notebook.

“But what if I didn’t?”

Your voice was barely a whisper. You swallowed, thinking about the water bottle you had in your bag, the thought slipping away when a warm hand covered yours. You turned your head to see John smiling softly at you.

“It’s not the end of the world. This is only the first test. You’ve got chances to bring your grade up if you didn’t do as well as you wanted to.”

You smiled back at him, holding his eyes.

“Thank you.”

His smile grew, then went comically twisted as the professor walked into the room. You bit your lip to keep from laughing, turning your attention to the front of the room, feeling your cheeks warm when John didn’t move his hand from yours. You turned your hand over and he gently gave yours a squeeze, holding on as the professor began his lecture.

You stood beside John outside the auditorium, the two of you back from the crowd that had gathered beside the bulletin board. The professor had made a list of the test grades and posted them on the board, so not only would you know if you’d failed, but so would everyone else. You tried not to focus on that, but it was hard as you watched the different students in your class go through a range of emotions as they read their grades.

“Ooh, he definitely failed.”

You glanced over to where John nodded, at a guy who walked to a table and sat down, putting his head in his hands. At a quiet cheer, you looked back at the crowds, seeing a girl with her hands up in the air.

“She definitely did not.” “Getting My Degree Barbie.”

You laughed, covering your mouth with a hand. The crowd was slowly dispersing, giving that nervous flutter in your tummy a chance to grow. John took your hand in his, leading the two of you to the board. You blew out a breath, shaking your head.

“You go first.”

John nodded, going towards the end of the list and finding his name.

“C minus. Thank God.”

He gave a nervous laugh and you swallowed, eyes scanning the list until you found your name. Your eyes widened.

“B. I got a B?”

John pointed to your name and you nodded, a smile spreading over his face as he nodded.

“You got a B!”

You laughed as he swept you into his arms and you held him tightly.

“Oh my god, what a relief!”

John gave you a squeeze, then stepped back, holding onto your arms.

“See, you were all nervous for nothing. But I’m going to need to study with you for the next test. Maybe some of your genius can rub off on me.”

You laughed again as you pushed his shoulder, shaking your head. He grabbed your hand, smiling when you met his eyes.

“Let’s celebrate. Can I take you out tonight? Say 7:30?”

You stared into his eyes, liking the way his smile was a little crooked. You found yourself nodding, a soft smile on your lips.

You hurried across the hall, raising your hand as you got to Sam’s door.

Knock knock knock

“Nat!”

Knock knock knock

“Nat!”

Knock knock knock

“Nat!”

You grinned as you stepped back, tapping your foot as you waited. You raised your hand again, repeating the knocks.

“Big Bang Theory?”

You whirled around, pressing yourself against the wall as Bucky stepped out of his bedroom. You’d locked yourself in the bathroom as you were getting ready, and he hadn’t been home when you’d started. He propped a shoulder against his doorframe, a smile on his lips. You shrugged.

“It’s funny.”

Bucky slowly nodded.

“They’re not home.” “Yeah, I got that.”

You kept your back against the wall as his icy blue eyes slowly took you in.

“You look nice, Pidge. Hot date?” “None of your business.”

You felt your face warm and Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“You’ve got a date?” “Please, inflect that sentence a bit more.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not a complete troll, you know.” “I never said you were.”

You look at him and narrowed your eyes a bit. His once-relaxed shoulders were raised, tense, jaw clenched, hands absently making fists. You couldn’t help but smile as realization hit.

“Bucky, are you jealous?”

Both of his eyebrows raised a second before he scoffed, and you noticed he was no longer leaning against his door.

“Why would I be jealous?” “You tell me.”

He rolled his eyes, starting to walk down the hall. You bit your lip, then called after him. He stopped and turned back to you, and you sighed.

“Would you do something for me?”

He held your eyes for a moment, then sighed himself.

“You gotta know I’d do anything for you, pigeon.”

You rolled your eyes so hard you swore you could see the back of your skull. Bucky laughed, then made his way back to you.

“What can I do for you, Pidge?”

You sighed, then turned your back to him.

“I can’t reach.”

You stood there, feeling like an idiot with the back of your dress open. Your eyes darted from the floor to the walls to the ceiling, completely missing Bucky’s enraptured stare at the bare skin of your back, interrupted by the lace of your bra. You waited a moment, speaking softly.

“Bucky?” “Yeah, I—I got it.”

You sucked in a breath when his scarred knuckles brushed against your skin as he slowly slid the dress’ zipper up. You closed your eyes to keep your body from shivering at his gentle touch, eyes flying open and sucking in a breath when Bucky squeezed your hips in his big hands.

“There.”

You turned to face him, seeing a soft smile on his lips.

“You look beautiful, Pidge. Much better than you did for our date.”

Your mouth fell open as he laughed. You reached out and punched his shoulder, and he stepped back, one hand moving to rub the area.

“Damn, girl. Maybe I should talk to them about getting you in the ring with me.” “I’d hate to embarrass you in front of all your adoring fans.”

Bucky grinned as he followed you across the hall.

“You’d beat the shit out of me, pigeon. I just know it.” “Hey, maybe then I could give your couch a workout.”

The grin slid from Bucky’s face and you laughed.

“You should see your face! I thought you were ‘what’s good for the goose’ and all. Big talker.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and you snorted as you left his room to go back across the hall. You turned the knob and went into Sam’s room, finding a pair of Natasha’s heels. You turned to leave the room, jumping when you noticed Bucky at the door.

“Jeez, make some noise.”

He stepped aside to let you pass, following you down the hall. You bypassed the couch to sit in one of the recliners, slipping your feet into Natasha’s heels. You stood up, smoothing your hands down the front of your dress, turning to face Bucky.

“What do you think? Too much?”

Bucky let his eyes roam from your head down to your feet, smiling when he met your eyes again.

“Beautiful. Guy’s not gonna know what hit him.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled.

“Thanks. Do you have a spare key I can use?”

Bucky shook his head.

“It’ll be unlocked.” “I don’t know what time I’ll be back. I don’t want to have to wake anybody up.” “You won’t.”

You tilted your head, narrowing your eyes at him. You propped a hand on your hip, eyes widening when realization hit you.

“Bucky, you are not going to wait up for me.” “Never said I was.” “No, but you heavily insinuated it.” “Have fun on your date, Pidge.”

He turned and walked down the hall, ignoring the way you called after him. You gave an irritated huff before going to the front door, letting it slam shut behind you.

Bucky sat on his bed and stared at the wall. He’d heard the door shut, so he knew you were gone and he was alone in the apartment. He lifted a hand to rub at his chin, unable to shake the weird feelings that had come over him the minute he discovered you had a date. It’s not like he was surprised; you were beautiful, any guy would be lucky to have you.

He just didn’t want any guy to have you.

Fuck.

Bucky pushed his hands through his hair and stood up, pacing the floor between the door and his bed.

You weren’t interested in him. You’d made that perfectly clear, and he understood. He wasn’t going to nag you until you gave in, and the moment Bucky Barnes got on his knees to beg for a woman would be his last moment on Earth.

He shook his head, continuing to pace.

He knew the two of you had a connection. You could fight it all you wanted, but even you couldn’t deny it. Maybe not a romantic attraction, but there was something there. He knew it in the way your smile made him feel warm all the way down to his toes. How teasing you was one of his new favorite pastimes, and that swelling he felt in his chest when you teased him right back. The way you didn’t shirk away from his touches, but rather leaned into them, almost like you were needing it.

If he didn’t know any better, he’d think this was a slow burn into falling in love with you.

Bucky came to a hard stop, turning his head and seeing his shocked face in the mirror.

No.

Absolutely not.

Bucky Barnes did not fall in love. He was here for a good time, and love was definitely not a good time. It was too much work and could rip a person to shreds and he was not about that. His dealings with women were more business transactions than romance.

And didn’t that sound dirty and wrong?

Bucky shook his head. He met a girl, made her laugh, took her home and made doubly sure she … enjoyed herself. He was meticulous about making sure she understood there was no chance for a relationship, nothing more than sex, with the slightest possibility for more sex if it was good enough. It was a good system that had worked extremely well for him for the past year and a half.

But the thought of adding you to that equation, to having you on the couch like the rest of the girls made him kind of sick to his stomach.

Bucky groaned, pushing his hands through his hair again. He walked to the bed and sat down, slowly rubbing his hands together, unseeing eyes locked on the wall.

This was nothing. A little crush he had to get over. You’d told him before, you were the first girl who’d told him no, so he saw you as a challenge. You didn’t want him romantically, but you seemed to enjoy his company as much as he enjoyed yours.

So, he’d be your friend. He’d be your best friend.

And that would have to be enough.

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Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Eight: Patience

WARNING: smut ahead, you've been warned!

After your post-tan shower, you start to get ready. Levi is lounging on the bed with his book, sipping a cup of tea that he ordered from room service. His hands are over the top of the cup, letting the heat hit his palm.

“I don’t know what to wear.” You sift through your luggage. “What’s the dress code for tonight?”

“You have to wear a dress.” Levi said without looking up.

“The restaurant said that?”

“I want you to wear a dress.” He finally looked at you as he look a sip.

“Well what if I didn’t bring a dress?”

“I brought one for you.” Levi placed the cup on the side table. He strides to his bag, pulling out a black box with a black satin bow.

“I can’t accept this.” You push the box away.

“You can and you will.” Levi pushed the box into your chest slightly.

You gently pull on the ribbon, not wanting to tear it. When you open the box, you spot your favorite color - sage green.

As you lift the fabric, a square neck corset dress is revealed. There’s a thigh high slit which gives away why Levi bought it for you. The man has a thing for your thick, plush thighs.

“I don’t have heels to match this.”

“Shut up.” Levi pulled out another box that contained light pink suede heels. “You talk too damn much.”

(See the dress here)

You sigh as you look down at your new garments. You can’t help but wonder if you deserve this.

Where you come from - no one gets out. It’s the same cycle over and over again. But you were determined to leave. You never touched a single drug. You drink alcohol sparingly.

You were not going to be like your parents. Specifically, your mother.

Once your hair and makeup is done, you put on your dress and heels. The dress fits your curves perfectly while also accentuating your chest. The heels are gorgeous and compliment your new tan well. You watch your long, wavy hair cascade down your back as you finish getting ready. A spritz of your favorite vanilla perfume is the cherry on top.

When you step out of the bathroom, Levi is putting on a watch. A very expensive looking one. It’s simple, but elegant.

Just like him.

When he looks at you, he swears there’s an angel in front of him.

He’s wearing a sage green suit with a white dress shirt underneath. Two buttons are undone, revealing his clavicle.

You just told him your favorite color… how did have these already? Coincidence?

“You clean up nice.” You past Levi to grab your purse.

“I guess I’ll return the compliment.” He brushed a piece of lint off his sleeve.

“I told you today my favorite color was THIS specific shade of green.” You pinch the fabric at his wrists.

“You did.”

“So… you just also like this color?”

“No. I already knew your favorite color.”

“And you just… played dumb?”

“I absolutely did.” Levi peers through his front fringe to look at you. “I can’t let you in on all of my secrets now can I?”

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After the delicious dinner, you can’t help but feel tension between you and Levi.

Sexual tension.

Tonight you wanted to act on it.

“Levi can you grab the champagne please? And two glasses?”

Levi, without a word or sarcastic remark, grabbed the bottle along with two glasses. You make your way to the balcony where there are two lounge chairs and a beautiful view of the water.

It’s so… private. Peaceful.

Levi poured your glass and sat next to you.

“Cheers to… this conference.” You smile, holding up your glass. Levi nods, clinking his glass gently with yours. You both take a sip while staring at each other.

As you set your glass down, you hold your gaze on Levi. His eyes wander to your chest, then your thighs, down to your legs.

“Do you like what you see, Levi?” Your voice is lower - almost at a whisper.

“I like when you’re obedient and where what I ask.” Levi’s half lidded eyes met yours.

“What else do you want me to do?” You press your elbow to your knee and rest your chin on your palm. Levi now has a full view of your chest.

“I want you sit there and let me taste you.”

You’re almost surprised by the words that are coming out of his mouth. “Let’s go inside th-“ You try to stand up.

“I said, sit there and let me taste you.” Levi stands up and moves closer to you. He puts his hands on either side of you on the armrests, letting his body hover over yours. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes.” You gulp. You push yourself forward to press your lips to his, but he pulls away.

“Patience.” He whispers as his hand meets your cheek. “Do I have to teach you a lesson already?”

“No.” You shake your head, your breath shaky.

In silence, Levi presses his lips to your cheek, trailing kisses to your ear down to your neck. You feel him bite gently while simultaneously sucking on the spot.

“No marks.” You push his chest slightly.

“You said not where people can see.” He growled.

“People see my neck every day, Levi.” You throw your head back as pleasure fills your veins.

Levi pulls himself off of your neck, planting kisses down to the top of your breasts. “These are so beautiful.” His large hand caresses your skin. He begins to knead one tit in one hand, while pulling down the top of your dress with the other.

You feel your core heat up, undoubtably soaking. Levi takes the nipple in his mouth, sucking on the nub gently. While he sucks, his other hand massages your other tit. Soft moans leave your mouth as he makes home in your breasts.

“Levi, please.” You whine as you dig your fingers in his hair. You drag the pads of your fingers along his uppercut, pulling him into you.

“Please what? Use your words.” He grumbled against your skin. He began to bite down on your plump tit, leaving purple marks. He then moved on to the other breast, careful not to give one more attention than the other.

“Kiss me.” You sigh, the skin between your thighs getting coated with your arousal.

“Please.” Levi looks up at you through his blue-grey eyes.

“Please kiss me Levi. Please, please, please.” You whine again, almost unable to control yourself.

“What a spoiled brat I’ve created.” Levi brings his lips to yours, placing soft kisses along your mouth. He pays special attention to your bottom lip, begging for his tongue to enter.

“Mm.” You moan against him as you wrap your arms around his neck. Levi tastes like fresh mint as his tongue dances with yours.

“I’ve been thinking about your thighs all day.” Levi groaned against you as he places his hand on your right thigh. “How they feel around my body, pressed against my ears -“ He pulls himself off of you to kneel on the ground in front of you.

Your breath hitches as he lowers himself so your legs drape over him.

“Let me take off my shoes,” You reach for the strap of your heels.

“No. Those stay on.” Levi pushed your hand away.

You lean back as Levi positions himself in front of you. His hands run a trail up to your dress, pushing it so it pools around your waist, revealing your lace thong.

“This is pretty.” Levi’s fingers pad over the fabric. “Too bad they’ll be getting torn.” Levi grasps the string and pulls it quickly, snapping the undergarment.

“Levi!”

“I’ll buy you more.” He threw the underwear on the ground.

You look forward, watching the waves crash onto the shore. The air smells like coconuts and freshly cut grass.

Levi presses his palms to each of your thighs, bringing his mouth closer to your pussy. He kisses the plush flesh of your inner thighs as he gets closer to your core. You instantly press your thighs against his head at the touch.

“Such a pretty pussy.” Levi whispers. “I bet it tastes as good as it looks.”

Levi presses soft kisses to your slit, letting his tongue slide past your folds. Your eyes roll back and you moan, gripping onto his raven locks.

“So wet already.” He hummed as he inserted two fingers inside of you, his tongue finding your clit and focusing on it. While is tongue twirled around your sensitive nub, you feel your insides pulsate. Your hands press Levi into you more until he stops all movement.

You open your eyes and look down at him, but he’s already staring at you.

“You can’t cum until I say so.” The vibration of his voice against your pussy making your toes curl.

“But Levi-“ You whine. “I want to cum.”

“Patience.” Levi reiterated when he said before. “You will not cum until I say so.”

You nod, even though the last thing you want to do is listen to him. His fingers start to move again as he sucks on your clit gently, letting his tongue dance around the nub.

“Levi,” You moan loudly. Fuck it if your neighbors can hear you.

“Say my name again.” Levi hummed, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Levi, please.” A mixture of moans and almost inaudible noises escape your mouth.

“Tell me you want to cum.”

“I want to come, Levi. Please.” You beg.

“Go.” Levi buried his lips in your pussy, his hand gripping your thigh while the other pumped fingers into you.

You feel your pussy clench around him as you chase that high. A wave of ecstasy fills your body as the world went dark. You don’t know if your eyes are open or closed at this point.

Levi devoured you through your high, letting your juices cover his face. “What a good girl. Can you come again for me?” Levi continued to suck on your clit, adding a third finger inside of you. He pumps them quickly as he moves one hand to your breast, massaging it gently.

“Fuck, Levi.” You moan, your toes curling as you press your thighs into the sides of his face. Another wave comes, catching you by surprise. You’ve never came twice before within the same session.

Levi smiles against your heat before pulling away. “You taste so good, I had to have seconds.”

Your breath is erratic as your legs shake. Levi places soft kisses on your thighs as he makes his way up to your mouth. Your lips are pouty and swollen from his kisses earlier, which makes him smile. He’s left you… a mess. Bruised and eaten.

“Taste yourself.” Levi presses a gentle kiss to your lips. You moan at the contact, involuntarily. “You made such a mess on these chairs.”

“Levi, I want to feel you.” You pull him down to you.

“Not yet.” He whispers, kissing your cheek.

“When?”

“Patience, brat.”

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darklydeliciousdesires · 5 months

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London Will Burn - Chapter Four.

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There were dirty girls, and then there were dirty girls. Those who revealed themselves to be anything but vanilla, those who thrived on filth, who in this instance enjoyed riding a tongue while the bearer of it worked a well-lubed glass dildo in and out of her arsehole and sucking hard upon her clit.

He’d already made her come twice, but there was no way Sean was allowing her to dismount yet, her cunt streaming against his mouth, soaking him as he ate her with fervour.

“I think you have another for me, don’t you, you dirty girl,” he groaned, gently nipping at her folds, rutting the bobbled glass phallus a little deeper. She couldn’t even form words, just gritted gurgles as her heart pounded like a war drum. “Yes, you do. Come on, little vixen. Come hard all over my tongue.”

The heat of each lick drove an absolute nirvana through her, Rin trembling as she choked on the cries that flooded her throat, his free hand spanking her repeatedly as he made another release surge through her. He gentled thereafter, though granted her no clemency in stopping.

He at least waited until her trembles had subsided slightly before licking her with the same gusto as before, loving the feel of her dew bathing his tongue as once again it became incessant. He had her lit up like a grid, her nerves gleaming as the warm wells of pleasure pooled and tipped, the heat roaring once again and leaving her a panting, shaking wreck.

“I want you so fucking badly right now,” she purred, climbing back, taking the dildo from him and pulling it out to cast onto the floor.

“And how do you want me, exactly?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows, raising an eyebrow at her.

“I want you to hold me down and fuck my arse bareback, then come in me and watch it drip out all over my pussy.”

She chuckled immediately at the look on his face, his mouth dropping open slightly as he screwed his eyes tightly shut, mouthing ‘you absolute devil’ as her giggles escalated. “Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack, Catherine, telling me something like that? Twenty-five years old is much too young to suffer a myocardial infarction.”

“But will you do it?”

His pupils were so blown, barely any blue remained as he moved, grasping her throat and pulling her close. “Of course, I bloody will.” Five minutes later, and with the assistance of a lot of lube from the bottle which had come from the box of sexual goodies beneath her bed, and he was steadily filling and emptying her, his hand clutched tight at the back of her neck, holding her down as she’d requested.

A forest fire roared through him as he watched his cock slide back and forth, the sight of her fingers stroking over her folds, dipping into her cunt and reaching to stroke slippery swirls over his balls as he rutted her arsehole deeply perhaps the greatest sexual sight he could remember viewing in a long time. The filthy hedonism of it made him feel mindless, his groans steeped in grit and gravel, the tight clutch upon her rounded bum leaving red crescents behind, as well as a spanked handprint.

As for Rin, she was swimming in the heaven of it, finally finding a man as dirty as her to indulge with. She’d found that the reveal of her toy box had daunted some men of her sexual past, but when Sean saw it, all he’d done was smile and call her a filthy deviant. He’d also added that he was especially partial to filthy deviants, too, him being one himself.

“No, no, little vixen,” he told her balefully, gripping her neck tighter when she tried to move. “You will stay right where you are, and fucking take everything I have to give. Understand?”

Oh, the glimmers that shot through her, to hear the aroused rumble of his cadence, his authority over her, the feel of his cock sinking back into her fully. “Mmm, yes I do. I want you to give it harder, though. I need it. Please.”

Who was he to argue with that? The noise she made as he began to pound into her hard had all the hairs on his arms standing on end, knowing he was doomed to last for any good length of time, the constriction around him too hot and tight. He at least managed to hold back right to the point her orgasm raged through her, spilling into her deep, withdrawing to do just as she’s suggested and watch his load begin to trickle out.

Their sweaty, bliss-buzzed bodies came to rest for a while in the tangle of messy bed linen, Rin eventually crawling out and staggering to her ensuite, turning on the shower and stepping in once the water had warmed. It was mere moments before two arms wrapped around her, a set of sumptuous lips kissing the side of her neck.

She turned, reaching to stroke his cheeks, her smile curling her pretty lips. “You’re not going home tonight, are you?”

He shook his head, his mouth meeting hers. That was exactly the answer she was hoping for.

Once showered and dried, they returned to the bedroom, Rin pulling open her bedside table drawer and fetching herself a cigarette, wandering out onto the stone balcony and lighting up. The spring night was cool without being cold, Sean joining her, stealing the cigarette to take a couple of puffs.

“Didn’t know you smoked.”

Handing it back, he looked out across the rolling lawns. “Only on certain occasions. Trust me, after that, I bloody need it.”

She hummed softly. “Same here. A cigarette after a good fuck or a good fight and that’s it. It’s a filthy habit in truth, then again so is getting anally railed by a hot redhead.”

“Probably a little less addictive, though.”

Nudging him, she took another long drag. “Don’t sell yourself short, Wallace. Trust me, whenever you want me, if I’m available then all you have to do is say the word. I don’t let sex as good as that out of my clutches easily.”

His stomach pinched a little, looking away into the ink of the night, silence abounding. “That second part of your statement I said we’d return to earlier, prior to my teasing you over questionable boyfriend choices. Does your mother know about Maximus?”

Another question she truly hadn’t been expecting. Maximus “Max” Diaz had been the onetime ringleader of a Spaniard gang outfit there in London, one who had dealings with her father on an export basis. Translation? They ran his guns to their network back home, which then headed for Africa and into the hands of the various terrorist fractions who depended on them.

Those dealings turned sour over accusations of deceit and swindling, as was often the way in gang culture. In this instance, the smaller fish had attempted to take on the shark, and duly discovered – with much savagery - just how sharp the shark’s teeth were.

Max’s retaliation against Kevin for this? Kidnapping his daughter. Kevin’s retaliation once he and an armed team of associates – including Finn and Sean – had located her? Handing a gun to Rin and allowing her to put a bullet in his head, before said armed team then eradicated the Spanish in their entirety.

Sean remembered how she’d done it so coolly, anyone could have been mistaken for thinking her a lot more hardened than she was at such a tender age. Fifteen. It truly was no age for a child to have blood upon their hands, but it was the way of their world. They both knew and lived it. He’d only been a year younger himself when his father had demanded he take a life, his elder brother seeing Sean didn’t have it in him and stepping up to do the job instead.

Rin’s eyes narrowed a fraction as she remembered it, her thoughts transporting her back into the memory of that night. “Of course, she does. It’s who we are, but equally who I think she sometimes tries to kid herself that we aren’t. She likes being Lady Mulford and all that comes with it, but she is what she chose, and she chose to be a gangster’s wife.” Pausing, she took a long drag on the cigarette, holding the smoke before it plumed from her nostrils. “We didn’t get to choose though, did we?”

“We did not,” he spoke, his tone flat as he took the cigarette from her and drew upon it fiercely.

She jerked her head back in the direction of the bedroom. “You know you can just go and help yourself to one, don’t you?”

He shrugged, handing it back. “Then there’d be no fun in taking yours, would there?” She nudged him, Sean laughing quietly as he exhaled the smoke through his nose. “You came through it all alright, didn’t you? While we were there in the warehouse, I did want to check, but your father got you out of there before I could. Plus, it didn’t feel right since I didn’t really know you. I still don’t, I suppose.”

“There’s nothing stopping you getting to know me now.”

Yes, there was. Right there on the balcony was the first time Sean experienced it, an inner voice telling him to go back inside, locate the recording on his phone from that afternoon and delete it. She didn’t deserve it, to be used to cruelly. However, he didn’t deserve her tight fisted, greedy cunt of a father to welch on a deal so important to him, just because he thought he could get away with it.

It was his first solo deal for the Wallace Corporation, both above and below board dealings tied into one agreement. The fact that Kevin Cavanagh knew that and had decided to screw him purely because he thought he could wasn’t lost on him. He would not lose face or standing by running to his father for assistance either, just as Kevin expected.

What he’d intended all along, and what he had to follow through on, was to remind the reluctant shit of a man exactly who he was dealing with, and what would befall him if he didn’t comply. There was truly no room for lamentation, and no going back.

His jaw tightened a fraction, nostrils flaring as the annoyance rose up in his stomach like a wave of fire. How fucking dare Kevin make his demands for more. The cut he would be receiving long term from his investment in the new apartment blocks being built would more than make the initial outlay worth it, as well as the kickback he would be receiving in order to allow the vast cargos of heroin port in his docks.

Kevin always did enjoy the upper hand, though.

Sean could not allow him to have it in this instance, however. In any instance for that matter. Weakness was not an option, especially this late in the game, the funds needing to be secured by midnight that Sunday, lest the bid be handed over to the next corporation vying for the project. He couldn’t afford to lose.

“You’ve gone very quiet.”

Her words roused him, his face softening, turning to kiss her shoulder and smack her on the bum. “I think I’m still partially delirious. Partial isn’t good enough. I requite full delirium or nothing at all.” Rin found herself promptly tossed over his shoulder, managing to flick her cigarette over the balcony before she was taken back inside and promptly thrown upon her bed.

“I think it’s about time I used something quite interesting I noticed in your little Pandora’s box of iniquity.” Reaching from the side of the bed where he kneeled straddling her thighs, he picked up the leather cuffs attached by a short length of chain, reaching forward to buckle the first upon her wrist.

He then looped it behind the bedpost, attaching the other, hands running in slow glide down her arms as he leaned to kiss her. His hands slid to clutch at her waist, pinning her, eyes glinting a wicked glitter as his mouth broadened with satisfaction. “At my mercy completely, little vixen. I shall enjoy this.”

The press of his lips against her sternum and the wet, dragged circle of his tongue to follow evoked an instant flurry of goose pimples to rise over her skin, Rin softly exhaling as her body arched like a bow.

“Not taking anything else from the box?” she inquired, Sean shaking his head, skimming a lick over the pebbled peak of her nipple.

“I don’t need to for what I have in mind, darling. Trust me, I’m enough.” She didn’t doubt that for a moment, but as his mouth moved over her body, she knew proving it without a shadow of a doubt was where his intention lay.

He did not disappoint.

He mapped the art of his pleasure over her body, mouth and hands devoted to lavishing every dip and curve, each rise and fall, until she quivered beneath him. It was like liquid sunshine, poured warm over her bones, his mouth not missing a single inch of flesh with the dedication of kisses, soft bites and licks.

Well, there was one place he very deliberately missed.

She felt herself aching with the need to be touched, her sex dewy and longing for the attention his mouth gave to her everywhere but between her apex, kisses rained over her legs, her feet, her toes sucked, her hips caressed with licks as he watched her writhe.

“How does it feel, to be so riddled by anticipation you can barely stop quivering?”

She moaned, feeling him blow upon her nipple before sucking it once more. “Halfway between heaven and hell.”

He chuckled, moving to her neck. “Exactly as I planned.”

He didn’t want to give her what she craved too quickly, but the truth was he wanted it just as much. Pleasuring a woman with his mouth was an act he truly thrived upon. Nothing much got his cock harder than feeling his tongue becoming wetter with a woman’s silken arousal. Working his mouth and hands all over her again, until her trembles intensified and her moans escalated, he finally settled between her legs.

Skimming a few teasing licks over her slit, kissing her bare pubic mound a few times, he let her truly simmer on it before finally, granting what she had been waiting for. The flat drag of his tongue between her folds had soft cries pouring from her mouth like wine, each lick then focusing directly upon her clit. He bathed it in soft heat, flicking up and down slowly, lightly, the heat of his breath teasing whenever he paused, watching her through lust blown eyes.

His tongue continued to rove through her hot, viscid flesh, circling, harder pressure replaced with soft, thumbing her clit hood to make her little bundle stand out against the rapid circles he placed upon it. The sound of her cries and the noise of chain scraping against the wood of her bedpost sent hot daggers directly to his cock, loving the feel of her swelling against each lick.

He then surprised her by moving to unfasten her cuffs, answering the questioning look she gave after kissing her with hunger. “I want to feel your hands on me while I eat you alive.”

Good enough reason as any, she thought.

His mouth returned, lips wrapping her clit in the pillowy warmth of a suck, groaning against the sweet, petal soft of her, his hands touring her thighs as he felt hers graze over his scalp and down his arms. Her hips bucked against the suck he was yet to release, increasing the pressure, having her crying out when he added his tongue to flick firmly at the same time.

He had cascades of pure ebullience skittering through her as she tensed, Rin panting hard as she felt her clit tingle and throb, coming hard with a feral cry against his mouth, dying for the spear of his thick cock to further sate her. As if guessing her thoughts, he emerged to trail kisses up her body, her legs remaining draped over his shoulders as he reached her mouth and sank his cock into her wet warmth.

“Erm, pardon me, sir,” she began, grasping his hips and pushing him back, laughing when he growled in annoyance and rooted himself deeper. “You appear to be forgetting a little bit of latex.”

“I know,” he sighed, looking pained. “Do I really have to wear one? Fucking can’t stand the damned things.”

“Well, I suppose you don’t have to,” she mused, loving the feeling of his bare cock inside her. “The seventy-two-hour pill exists for a reason, so I can just go and get that. As long as you don’t have anything that’ll give me fanny rot.”

He snorted with laughter. “Fanny rot? Is that the technical term?”

“Don’t take the piss,” she warned, pointing a finger, one that he bit with a little growl. For someone so stoic in demeanour, it made her tummy flip pleasantly when she experienced the rarity of a playful Sean. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“I do, and no. I’m clean as a whistle.”

“Mmm,” she purred, exchanging kisses of sugary sin. “Good. You can utterly flood me with cum, then.”

He raised an eyebrow, gently biting her cupid’s bow. “That’s a given, darling.”

Every time he called her darling, even though she knew it to be his standard greeting for women, she experienced a little flutter in her chest. There he was, the perfect man of her dreams, and he couldn’t get enough of her. Maybe their dalliance mightn't be as casual as she’d first expected, and she certainly did not want to give that up.

Feeling goddess worshipped by a man like him was addictive; the way he fucked her, how he looked at her while he fucked her, the longing, the heat, how he moaned so deeply just before he came. Sean Wallace would be a tough act to follow if he didn’t become her lover, that was for certain.

Oh, if only the poor girl knew...

Little shocks skittered through her as he set about filling and emptying her wet heat slowly, stirring a moan that rocked through his entire chest when she reached to pinch his nipples. That action resulted in the infliction of his cock thrust sharply within her, arrowing deep. He then resumed the slow drag, all in, almost all out, her insides fizzing with bliss as each stroke made the ecstasy radiate.

He teased her a little by pulling all the way out, pausing, sliding back in again, then out once more, stimulating her slit with the tip of his erection before entering her and repeating it all again.

“Yes, you like that, don’t you?”

“Mmm.” That was the only sound she was capable of making, pulling him to her mouth, kissing him wantonly. It was all sugared embers and slow, rolling pleasure as they panted against one another’s mouths, Sean sitting back up again, moving his thumb to stroke over her clit.

He paused, pulling her legs up to rest over his shoulders, a fluttered rumble of the word fuck leaving his throat as he slipped deeper into her, grinning while his tongue licked a circle at her ankle. “You’re literally pouring wet, little vixen. God, it feels incredible.” He groaned, taking her foot and kissing it, sucking her toes, overcome by how she felt stretched around him.

Fixing a lustful gaze into the hypnotic blue of his stare, she ran her hand down to where they were fused, letting her fingers slip either side of his cock, her arousal throbbing strongly at feeling him thrusting so savagely. He had her mewling softly, leaning to suck her nipples in turn, his hips beginning to piston a little faster as the need to chase the lightning cracking beneath his skin became uncontained.

Her moans escalated as his mouth founds hers, kissing one another with furious need. “Fuck, you’re so bloody hot.” He winked in reply as she pushed her fingers into his mouth, watching him suck her wetness from them, biting gently, his groans vibrating against her hands as she ran them over his neck and chest. “Fuck me harder. Please, please give me that fucking perfect cock so hard, I scream.”

He relented to her command, cock speeding up its pace, Rin crying out, the thick heat of him absolutely incredible as he fucked her into the bed. It was almost inconceivable, how good he felt. She was utterly assailed by him, his chest heaving as that lightning beneath his skin began to gain heat and streak, thumb still rubbing on her clit as he stroked an explosion of sparks, pleasure sizzling through her.

The slick grip encasing him began to flutter madly, the sweet, heady rush capsizing them both, Rin lost in the huge wave that was the undoing driven into he as her nails gripped his shoulders, tearing down over his back. He collapsed to her, grunting at the pain of it, the pleasure throbbing through him, his spasming cock flooding her as he shuddered through his release. He rested his head to her chest, lungs heaving with effort, Rin moving her hands to stroke his face.

“Have I knackered you out?”

He turned his head, kissing her palm. “Not fucking yet, you haven’t.”

It was gone 3am before they fell asleep that night, Rin resting her hand to his chest as she drifted off. A moment passed, feeling his fingers curl around hers, moving it onto the pillow beside her head before he turned away from her.

“Hmmm, really just sex, then.” she thought, sighing softly and turning onto her front. If that was all it would be, she was fine with it. The confliction she felt as she turned to get comfortable was prompted by fact that at several points since his arrival, it hadn’t felt like that. Far from it. Or was she just looking into it too much? “Fucks sake. Just enjoy his dick and don’t stress.”

If she was ever going to take her own advice, that moment would have been a good time to start.

#sean wallace fanfiction #gangs of london fanfiction #sean wallace smut #sean wallace fanfic #sean wallace x ofc #sean wallace fic #gangs of london fanfic #gangs of london fic

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missoneminute · 7 months

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Combing my two biggest interests - The Libertines and perfume, recalling the scents which defined that era for me.

Libertine by Vivienne Westwood - Notes of Pineapple, Lily-of-the-Valley, Oakmoss, Labdanum and Musk. Released in 2000 and sadly discontinued. (A tester strip from this perfume was pasted into one of Peter’s early journals.) There are many perfumes that have had this same name since, but only one that smelled exactly like the year 2000 - mossy, earthy but soapy and clean, playful and lively, wiping off the grass stains of grunge and soaring into a new millennium, determined to cause trouble before it had consequences.

Stella by Stella McCartney - Notes of Rose Oil, Peony, Tangerine and Amber. Released in 2003. The syrupy rose jam scent of nights spent losing your mind - sleepless weekends, the eye of the storm of a cultural shift. Everything is alive, everything is exciting, everything is happening, and you can’t stop pressing your nose to your wrist, or a lover’s neck, to breathe it in, the hint of sour among all the flowers.

Prada Amber by Prada - Notes of Bitter Orange, Patchouli, Benzoin, Sandalwood, Labdanum and Tonka Bean. Released in 2004. A little sexy, a little dirty, things were getting messy. Sold via the cleanest of clean girl advertisements that were a total lie. This is the scent of a skanky cult - filthy and addictive, sweetness left on skin days after a kiss. An almost incoherent blend of vanilla and knees caked in mud - an ad for clean sheets when the bottle contains what went on between them.

Anglomania by Vivienne Westwood - Notes of Cardamom, Rose, Violet and Leather. Released in 2005 and also sadly discontinued. Where Libertine smelled of 2000 this smelled of 2005, the height of indie sleaze - leather jacket rock ‘n’ roll, hats and suits and ties and ironic nationalism, the celebration of all things British, driven at least in part by the explosion (and implosion) of The Libertines in English music and fashion culture. Weaved in with the spice of Brick Lane, the bootleg band shirts of Camden, the incense burning in the corner of your ashtray-scented flat.

Youth Dew Amber Nude by Estée Lauder - Notes of Cinnamon, Ginger, Carnation, Amber and Sandalwood. Released in 2005 and discontinued. The amber era for perfume, and the start of Tom Ford’s reign with ingenious collaborations that took dusty heritage brands into the modern age with their glamour intact in a time where we looked back to look forward. All the trash gathered up and made beautiful, injected with new life and resold at a premium. But didn’t it smell delicious, just like history, just like old money.

Belle d'Opium by Yves Saint Laurent - Notes of Jasmine, Incense, Tobacco, Peach, Rose and Patchouli. Released in 2010 (and yes, also discontinued). Rich and bold and witchy, the end of an era creeping in, all things indie drifting away, diluting but leaving their indelible mark - one last gasp of the rock star girlfriend, clad in her vintage faux furs and laddered tights, the messy glamour, the scent trail of a fearless era falling away, all those heightened, drunken memories of dollar store incense and roll-on oil remade into its final form.

#the libertines #perfume

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robbybirdy · 2 months

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Baking Therapy - Neuvilliette

Hello, every birdie. Today’s recipe is going to be a little bit different. It is probably one of the hardest recipes that I have made, in years past or ever.

Before we talk about the recipe, I am going to be talking about the character in question for this post and I will try my hardest not to spoil it for those of you who haven’t finished the archon quest for Fontaine.

Neuvillette (New-vee-let) is the leader of the Marechasussee Phantom and is the iudex of Fontaine. He rules the courts of Fontaine but in some scenes, he reminds me of Sucrose or any other socially awkward character in the game. He doesn’t understand much of the public he serves.

“Animals can survive for weeks without food, but merely a few days without water. There is no dish that could ever compare to pure, unadulterated water. With that in mind, food items that contain plenty of liquid are the next best thing.”

Water is one of the most important foods in the whole world. Now I am not going to be talking about the “water” from watertok (if that still is a thing I don’t know.)

For this recipe, you are going to need a lot of ingredients.

Water

Your favorite water additive, I am practical to a tea bag that you drink throughout the day

Your favorite glass, this helps in the drinking process

No sugar

No salt (hopefully)

No vanilla

No fruit

No raisins

The recipe and the description will be down below. Feel free to check it out.

The first thing you are going to do is look at your stash of cups in your cupboard or wherever you have your favorite cups, and grab the cup that says “pick me! Drink out of me! I will help you the most today!”

The next thing you want to do is grab your water additive. Recently I have been using a candy cane tea bag throughout the day. But the additive could be a lot of different things. I have added a shot of juice or homemade apple cider to the water before. And it has helped me drink it. Because by the end of the day, I am only drinking water with the spices from the cider. Fresh fruit is also a good thing to add in.

If you want to add ice to your water I suggest you add it now, because you don’t want it to splash back and you don’t want to waste any of your water.

Now onto the most important thing, obtaining the water. There are SO many ways that one can do this. You could be like me and just get it from the tap. Another option is getting a gallon water jug from the store. Even a bottle from the store is fine. Just remember to recycle.

And now we are done. This was one of the most difficult recipes I have ever had to make.

I hope that you like it. Feel free to like and reblog it for future references.

Also if you have read it this far I want to tell you one thing: HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!

Recipe

Seriously it's just water!

#simblr #baking #baking therapy #neuvillette #genshin impact #genshin neuvillette #recipes #recipe #cooking #fontaine #genshin fontaine #genshin

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peashooter85 · 2 years

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Whiskey Review Time --- Rebel and Rebel 100 Straight Bourbon

Recently I've noticed this bourbon hitting the shelves and I've finally decided to give it a try. Fortunately, they have those little 50ml bottles that sell for $1.99 so if this turns out to be a bad whiskey I'm not out much. However, this is a Kentucky Straight Bourbon, I've never ever had a bad Kentucky Straight Bourbon before, not even at the price of $17.99 which is what it sells for at the local liquor store. So I prepared myself for some nice budget bourbon sipping.

Apparently this stuff has been around for a while, with the brand being founded in the 1950's but was only available in part of the Southern US. However in the past ten years it's been crossing the Mason-Dixon line until now it's in just about every liquor store in America. Interestingly it's a wheated bourbon. Most bourbons have a mash bill of mostly corn, with the rest being rye and malted barley. This has a mashbill of 68% corn, 20% wheat, and 12% malted barley. It is a blend of bourbons from the Lux Row distillery and bourbons from other distilleries. Supposedly one of the other distilleries is Heaven Hill but I don't think this has even been confirmed. The brand is owned by Luxco which is also the owner of Everclear. It is bottled at 80 proof (40%). They also have Rebel 100, which is 100 proof (50%). There is no age statement, but to legally call it "straight bourbon" it must be aged for at lest 4 years in new oak barrels. You might see bottles of this called "Rebel Yell", sometimes even on the same shelf. Recently they've decided to shorten the name to just "Rebel", and they have been slowly fazing out the older "Rebel Yell" labels.

First I shall try the regular 80 proof rebel. On the nose I get classic bourbon smells, sweet honey, caramel, oak, vanilla, and cherry. It can be a little faint, sometime it seems like I need to stick my nose right in the glencairn to get a good whiff of it. The aroma is nice and pleasant and I really like it. On tasting I get a bit of the corn sweetness common with bourbon with hints of vanilla. The flavor is extremely light, in fact I would say way too light. With bourbons I expect bold rich flavors. This does not have bold rich flavors, in fact it tastes like a bourbon that has been watered down. The finish is very bitter and with lots of alcoholic burn despite being only 80 proof. I'm not pleased with it, but it's drinkable. I would rate it 2.5 out of 5.

Now on to Rebel 100. While the 80 proof Rebel had a light aroma, the 100 proof Rebel barely has any aroma. But if I really stick my nose in the glencairn to the point that it leaves marks on my face, I get an extremely light bourbonish aroma mixed with heavy odors of booze. On tasting ... OH GOD, ALCOHOL ALCOHOL ALCOHOL BURN BURN BURN!!! This stuff is so boozy and alcoholy and burny it has no other flavor profiles. It's strong and metallic tasting. It's not "defiantly smooth" as their brand catchphrase says. It's defiant as in Johnny Reb doing a rebel yell and cracking me across the head with the butt of a musket. It's terrible! This stuff is bad. It's like Canadian Mist bad! I have a feeling that they took regular Rebel and just added alcohol to it in order increase the alcohol content to 100 proof. I mean they own Everclear so it's not out of the realm of possibilities. This stuff is undrinkable, I had to toss it down the drain. Good thing I only got a mini bottle. I rate it 1 out of 5. Absolutely horrible! Worst part is you have to pay 2 dollars more for this than regular Rebel.

So now I'm sure there are many readers who are thinking, Peashooter you bought cheap whiskey what did you expect? Buy cheapass whiskey win cheapass prizes. Well, there is another Kentucky Straight Bourbon out there for the same price range that totally blows Rebel out of the water. In fact where I live it's cheaper at $14.99 a bottle. And that bourbon is ...

I love Evan Williams Black Label, it's the cheapest good Kentucky straight bourbon you can buy in my opinion. There are certainly better bourbons out there and EW Black Label might be a bit rough around the edges, but it's still a very good and solid bourbon for an excellent price. I have a feeling that what Luxco is trying to do is unseat this old contender. If you are short on funds and can't afford better, don't buy Rebel and especially don't buy Rebel 100, buy this instead.

#whiskey #bourbon #kentuck straight bourbon

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fictionalsimpybish · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Loki x GN!Reader

Warings: None! Just fluff

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LOKI, I WANTED TO MAKE SOMETHING SWEET SO HERE YA GO, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

You and Loki had been in a relationship for years, it took a lot of time for both him and you to freely open up to each other, about your past, insecurities, and more, but once you both had enough trust, things changed, in a very pleasant way.

Months ago, Loki had finally told you what day his birthday was, you always nagged him, and he finally told you the day

December 17th

That was now today

You had been planning his birthday surprise ever since you found out

If you were being honest, you didn't know how birthday parties worked, you never had them growing up, your parents gave you money to buy something you liked, but sometimes you wouldn't get much because of money problems, but now your older, you have a job, and money, but you just knew that it had to be a surprise, you didn't want him knowing hopefully he didn't already suspect anything

Putting the ingredients into a bowl and mixing till needed to stop, you planned on making him a few things- it might be too much but he can always save some for later or the next day

You were baking him a cake of course, you couldn't decide on which one so you made two others but made sure to make them small

First is a Chocolate cake

Then a red velvet

And finally vanilla

You also baked some cupcakes, brownies and cookies, you made sure to bake them beforehand

Yeah it's a lot

But you just couldn't help it

You were excited, yet nervous, what if he didn't like it? What if IT was too much?, Well you'd have to find out..

Placing the batter into a pan and placing it into the preheated oven, you dust off your hands and take off your apron, you set a timer for the cake and decide to freshen up, once you've done just that you open a cabinet and take out a bottle Loki had given you

The bottle was liquor from Asgard at least you think it's liquor-, all you know I'd that it's strong and meant for parties, it was a present from him, you had tried it but was never able to finish it, it was too strong for you, so you decided to wait for a special occasion, which was today

You place it on the dinner table, occupying all the sweets

You smile to yourself, placing both hands on your hips, and sigh "now.. we wait" you look at the time, Loki shouldn't be home at least 2 hours from now, which gives the cake time to bake, and you to as couples would say it 'set the mood', you just hope Loki doesn't come home early, he doesn't usually, or hopefully he doesn't have to stay longer- you're an overthinker- always has been

You decide to place some scented candles around, you'll have to remind yourself to light them up later

After some time of waiting, the cake is finally done baking, you take it out and let it rest before adding the icing once finished you place it on the table with all the other goodies

It's like having sweets for dinner, definitely not gonna hurt your stomach later-

It's worth it

You made sure to wear something nice, nothing over the top, you look to the clock and see your just on time, you light the candles and anxiously wait, you take deep breaths and assure yourself that everything is gonna be fine

Finally, what felt like years of waiting, you hear a click, signaling he's unlocked the door, he finally got used to that-, before he just used to appear out of nowhere and you'd tell him to use the front door so you'd know when he'd arrive

The door Creaks open and Loki steps in, the first thing he's met with his the scented candles mixed with the cakes you had freshly baked

Loki raised a brow as he sees the candles lit, he looks to the grown and thinks to himself

Did he forget something?

Was there something special planned for today??

It wasn't your anniversary, that wasn't for another month..

Loki scratches the back of his neck nervously, and shifts on his feet, he inhales and exhales, and takes a step further

Once he rounds the corner he's met with a perfect sight

The lights dimmed perfectly, a powerful scent of the lovely sweets you prepared, different kinds of cookies, Chocolate chip, plain, sugar cookies, brownies and cupcakes, and last but not least 3 cakes, two small ones and a big cake they all had unique designs on them

His eyes widened at the amount of sweets littered onto the table, you step out and show yourself with a goofy smile placed on your beautiful features

"Surprise!" You call out with a chuckle

Loki stumbled on his word, shifting nervously on his feet "darling" he takes a moment to think of words before proceeding. "..What is all this for?" Your face falls, and Loki cursed himself, if he forgotten something special, he was gonna beat himself up-

"It's.. it's your birthday" you fiddle with your fingers

Loki's eyes widened "oh" he whispered out, he thought you would have forgotten, Loki was only used to his family knowing his birthday, that he completely forgot he had told you, his eyes flicker to the table and he breathes out "you.. you did this?.. for me..?" He questions in a small voice

You nod and take a few steps closer "of course I did.. you special" you smile "sorry if it's too much, and I'm sorry if you don't like it, I could always give it to someone else-" before you could continue to blabber on Loki brings you into a tight embrace

Loki scoffs "why wouldn't I like this?, And surely I will not let someone else have my gift" he kisses you temple, then cheeks and finally your lips, he leans his forehead on your "thank you.. this means a lot to me dear.." he pressed another kiss to your forehead

You smile "you don't need to thank me Lokes, I love you." You press a kiss to his lips and wrap your arms around his waist

Loki smiles "and I love you too dearest"

#loki #loki (marvel)#loki laufeyson #loki x reader #tom hiddelson #loki odinson #loki x you #loki laufesyon x reader #loki x y/n #loki fluff #marvel loki #loki god of mischief #loki x gn!reader #loki x gender neutral reader #loki mcu #mcu #marvel

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darkisrising · 10 months

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Blue Crush, Ch1, byDarkIsRising

Stranger Things, steddie, AU where Steve works a shitty minimum wage job at a past-its-prime cryptid attraction and eddie is a merman. Based on @maikaartwork “s art like this one:

Blue Crush, Chapter One

Robin’s in the break room, reclining with her legs propped up on a cardboard box filled with “I survived the world famous Hawkins Cryptarium!” shirts, when Steve stumbles in, blinking through sticky eyelashes and scrunching his nose at the gross pull against his palm when he tries to let go of the door’s knob.

“Soft serve machine is broken again.”

Glancing up from her phone, Robin’s big eyes take him in from splattered forehead to splattered toe while her lips do that little pressed-together smirk thing they do pretty much anytime Steve speaks around her.

Back in June when she’d first started working at the Cryptarium, he figured that mouth-thing meant that, despite all the shifts she’d already spent ruthlessly making fun of his hair, she might have a crush on him but was too much of a nerd to know what to do about it. It wasn’t all that much of a surprise, since having a crush on Steve Harrington was practically a Hawkins High School rite of passage, or at least it had been back when he still went there instead of dying the slow death of working minimum wage jobs after getting drop kicked right out of college the third month of his first year.

That assumption had lasted up until he’d finally made his move: leaning in for a kiss as they were sweeping the popcorn out from beneath the same bleacher after the 2 o’clock Messy Nessie Splash Spectacular show. Robin had all but brained him with her broom’s handle in shock before sitting him down on a sun-scorched aluminum bench to explain, patiently, what the orange and pink striped flag sticker on her Nalgene bottle meant while the heat cut lines into the back of his thighs where his uniform khaki shorts rode up.

Once that had been all straightened out—or well, not straightened out, but the opposite; whatever that would be, Steve’s not sure, since Robin’s the first gay friend he’s ever had—he’s learned that the mouth-thing is more about her rapid-fire mind coming up with too many ways to make fun of him at once and she’s riffling through her options.

“You don’t say,” she settles on at last, sarcasm dribbling as thick as the vanilla ice cream that’s snowboarding down the slope of his chest, a white sludge against the olive green of his work shirt. “So they didn’t decide to go with my suggestion of adding a Yeti bukkake extravaganza to the show roster? That’s a shame.”

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#steddie #stranger things #darkisrising fic

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bovine-providence · 2 years

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Going Gently

Risotto x Reader

Risotto agrees to let you peg him.

[CWs: pegging, anal fingering, a LOT of pet names, soft Domme Reader.]

You still marveled at how easily Risotto had agreed to this, even as your nude boyfriend was kneeling with his hands and knees on the bed. You were behind him as you uncapped the bottle of lube in your hand. For tonight, you were nude but for a modest pink strap-on tied to your hips.

“You’re sure you’re alright do this?” you checked, even as you squeezed Lynn onto your index finger.

“I’m sure,” he responded curtly, staying perfectly still.

“Alright. Just remember that you can back out anytime,” you reminded him, before gently pressing your lubed up finger against his asshole, your other hand gently gripping his thigh.

When Risotto had agreed to being pegged, you had sat him down to review what to expect and how to prepare, and you were happy with how receptive he was to it all. He acknowledged that as the partner who did the large majority of the penetrating, he was at the very least intrigued by the idea of being on the receiving end, with the stipulation that there were few other kinks involved. For being put in such a vulnerable position, you understood his concerns with being overwhelmed with adding in your other bedroom activities, so it was going to be a rather vanilla night for the two of you.

As you pressed your finger against his back entrance, you were unsurprised to find that there was some resistance.

“Ris, could you relax yourself for me?” you asked the large man before you gently. He remained quiet, but you felt some give beneath your finger. “I’m going to press in, alright?” A grunt was the response; taking that as affirmation, you pressed your finger in harder.

With the insistent pressure you applied, you were able to breach past the ring of muscle. You felt him tighten instinctively around your digit, fluttering in response to the new sensation. You patiently waited for your boyfriend to settle down before continuing.

“I’m going to start moving, alright?”

“…Fine,” Risotto answered. He sounded as though you had told him you were working late. You supposed that indicated things were good on his end.

As promised, you began to carefully slide your finger in and out of his asshole, getting him used to the sensation.

“How’s that?”

“It’s fine.”

You continued with the movement, steadily pumping your finger in and out, until you felt his sphincter had relaxed around it.

“I’m going to put in another finger, okay?”

Seeing him nod, you grabbed the bottle of lube once more, tapping a few drops on your middle finger before carefully pressing it in along your index finger. The resistance had returned slightly, but your other hand stroking Risotto’s ass seemed to bring him to relax his hole again.

Carefully maneuvering your fingers inside him, you stilled as Risotto twitched slightly.

“Should I stop?”

“No, you can keep going.”

“Okay.”

You kept an eye on him for further movement as you returned to stretching him open, wiggling your fingers slightly. When your boyfriend grunted but made no move to stop you, you grinned triumphantly to yourself. You got a reaction out of him; hopefully, it won’t be the last.

As the giant of a man before grew accustomed to the two fingers moving in his ass, you continued thrusting your fingers for another moment before speaking up again.

“Okay, one more finger, then we’ll go to the next step. Sound good, Ris?”

He nodded, turning his head to speak. “Alright.”

You added lube to the next finger, and repeated the process one more time. As you gently pumped your fingers inside him at an even pace, you observed Risotto for signs of discomfort. Your normally stoic boyfriend was breathing deeply, in time with the thrusts of your fingers. Tilting your head, you wiggled them slightly. You were quickly rewarded with a hitched gasp before he regained control of his breathing.

“You’re okay, Ris,” you assured, wiggling your fingers again. “Just relax, this is supposed to feel good.”

He grumbled something you couldn’t quite catch. You withdrew your fingers, resting them against his ass as you leaned to get a better look at his face.

“Hm?”

“I said it does… feel good,” he muttered, tensing his shoulders slightly as his black and red eyes caught your own. You grinned at him.

“Shall I continue, then?”

“…Yeah.”

You returned your attention to his asshole, pressing two fingers back inside. He bucked his hips against your hand.

“What’s up?”

Rather than answer, Risotto turned his head into the pillow.

“Ris, I don’t want to do something you’re uncomfortable with. Talk to me.”

“…More,” you were able to make out, muffled by the pillow.

“More? Like the third finger again?”

“Yeah,” he replied curtly. You bit back a chuckle as you pressed the third finger against his hole again, feeling the ring of muscle tighten around your digits once more as you began to slide your fingers in and out a bit faster than before. An experimental stroke against his walls found him bucking against your hand.

“That’s it, baby,” you murmured, “just enjoy yourself.” You insistently stroked down inside him, and he instinctively tightens himself around your fingers. “Right there, huh?” you asked, continuing your thrusts. You glanced up as you caught movement from the corner of your eye, and saw he had the blanket beneath him in his hand.

“You alright, Ris?” you teased gently.

“Yeah,” he breathed. It looked like the stoic face he wore against the world was beginning to crack under your tender care.

“Good boy,” you praised. A few more thrusts, and you pulled your fingers out of him. He bucked back at the loss, looking over his shoulder at you.

“I think you’re ready,” you explained. As you reached over to the lube once more, squeezing generously along the length of the strap-on before you, you smiled sweetly up at him. “Still good for this?”

“I’m fine,” he muttered, watching as you stroked the lube across the pink plastic, making it glisten in the low light of the bedroom.

As you finished coating the toy in lube, you returned your attention to your boyfriend. Looking down, his asshole shone wetly, residual lube from your fingers dripping lightly from it. As you watched, it puckered briefly in anticipation.

“Okay, I’m gonna talk you through this,” you explained. At his nod, you lightly pressed a hand down between his shoulder blades.

“I need you to arch your back, alright? It helps make this feel a little more enjoyable,” you told the man. He followed your lead without complaint, pressing his chest further into the bed and allowing a curve to dip into his back. You bit your lip as you watched his muscles flex.

“You’re so pretty,” you complimented without thought. He chuckled at that, turning his head and catching your eye to briefly smile up at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Sorry, sorry,” you giggled. Looking back down, you brought your hips forward until the tip of the strap-on tapped against his asshole. Seeing his muscles tense in anticipation, you stopped.

“You alright, big guy? You can still back out if you want to,” you checked.

“No, you can do it,” he insisted.

“You sure? Could I at least here you say it?”

“…You can fuck me,” he allowed, turning his head back into the pillow.

“Okay, thank you.” You rubbed a hand against his waist. “Could you relax yourself for me? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me,” came the muffled response.

“If you want me to continue, I need you to relax a bit,” you patiently explained. “Just do what you did before.” He didn’t respond, but as you began to press the tip of the strap-on against him, it began to sink inside.

You continued rubbing a hand against his hip, your other hand carefully guiding the toy inside your boyfriend. You watched as the muscles on his back rippled, his head buried against the pillow. By the time you had sunk inside him completely, he was clenching the sheets beneath him tightly, and his face seemed to be a part of the pillow from how much he was pressed against it. As the fake balls of the toy bumped against his own, you thought you heard an uncharacteristic moan from him.

“Okay, let’s take a moment. You’re doing great,” you praised, soothing a hand across his back. You watched him nod at your suggestion.

You stayed pressed inside him, running your hands along his back and sides, feeling the muscles relax at the contact, but growing taut once more when you’d reach further and the toy inside him moved. You leaned down, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, but was unable to reach further up the back of the larger man.

“Is it alright if I start moving?” You inquired quietly.

“Y-yeah,” he confirmed shakily. His walls were almost completely down now. You sat back up, confident with his answer, and pulled back.

The silver-haired man before you let in a shaky inhale as you pulled your hips back, the toy dragging along his inner walls. When only the tip remained, you slowly pushed back inside, taking delight with how Risotto shifted beneath you from the movement.

“How’s it feel?” you asked.

“It feels… it feels good,” he gasped, tossing his head to the side, allowing you to see his reddened expression. You pulled back again, and watched as he squeezed his eyes closed.

“You look so pretty like this,” you noted. When he didn’t reply, you leaned down, pressing your cheek against his shoulder as you whispered to him.

“Look at us,” you murmured, placing a hand on his chin and directing it slightly towards the full-length mirror by the closet. Your eyes met his red and black orbs in the reflection, and what a sight the two of you made.

Your partner was kneeled on the bed, his chest pressed against the sheets as his back arched, his ass meeting your hips as you were pressed on top of him. Your reflection nuzzled into his shoulder happily as his own red face furrowed its brow.

“You’re such a pretty boy,” you cooed, stroking his sides as you thrust into him once more. His eyes screwed shut as he gasped, hips bucking into yours. “Mmm, so responsive too. You like this, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” he nodded briefly, words failing him.

“You’re so brave, trying something new. I’m proud of you, baby,” you continued. “I just wanna make you feel good, alright?”

“Okay,” he whispered. Looking back down at the man under you, you reached down beneath him, sliding your hand along his side until you felt his hardened girth. As your hand brushed against it, he whined.

“Aww, you want me to touch you here?”

“Yes please,” he gasped. You chuckled against his back, but obliged. Wrapping a hand around his length, you pumped experimentally, almost surprised with his much he bucked against your hand.

“Whoa there,” you cautioned. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. Are you listening?” He nodded. “Okay, I’m gonna touch you here while I thrust, alright? And I want you to just enjoy it. I want you to feel good. Can you do that for me?”

“I can do that,” he murmured against the pillow.

“Good boy,” you replied, kissing between his shoulder blades.

Remaining pressed against his back, you thrust inside his ass as you stroked your hand down his shaft, being rewarded with an eager bounce of his hips. Encouraged, you began a slow, steady pace.

“You’re doing so good,” you praised. As he nodded frantically into the pillows, you increased the speed.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his grip on the sheets briefly worrying you that they’d rip.

“Want me to go faster?” you teased. As he nodded, you slowed down.

“Use your words, baby,” you reminded him. “Tell me what you want.”

“…Faster.”

“Just faster?” you checked.

“Faster, harder, fuck… I just want more,” Risotto groaned, squirming beneath you desperately for movement.

“Okay, we’ll give you more,” you permitted.

True to your word, you returned to your previous pace, and then some. You eagerly pressed your hips into his before pulling back out adjust as quickly, your hand almost cramping around his cock as it kept the pace. You nuzzled into his back, peppering kisses to any skin that came into contact with your lips.

“Doing so well,” you panted breathlessly as you pleasured your partner. He nodded frantically, whether in agreement or grateful for the praise you couldn’t say.

“I’m close,” he choked out suddenly.

“Cum for me, Ris,” you demanded, increasing your pace minutely. Your hand was certainly going to cramp, and your hips were getting tired, but you were determined to finish him.

That seemed to do the trick. With a sharp gasp, the usually stoic man stiffened as he released onto the sheets, and you felt it puddle beneath your knuckles. As you pumped his shaft slowly, encouraging any excess cum out, you rested your weight against his back as the two of you recovered.

“How was that?” you asked Risotto hopefully.

“It was… it felt good,” he admitted, recovering some level of his dignity now that he had orgasmed.

“Good… glad to hear it,” you responded. You stayed there a moment longer before reluctantly sitting up, carefully pulling the strap-on out from your boyfriend. Glancing down, you watched as his asshole puckered up at you.

“You have a little gape,” you giggled.

Your boyfriend, have mostly recovered from the activities, sat up and looked over at you, unimpressed with the announcement before he reached over and took a sip from the glass of water on the nightstand.

“How was it for you?” he asked.

“It was fun,” you answered, before wincing.

“What’s wrong?”

“My hand cramped a little at the end,” you admitted. As he beckoned at you, you held it out for him to start massaging it. “So… do you think you’d want to do this again?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” Risotto decided.

“Thanks for agreeing to it,” you added, smiling up at him.

“Of course.” As he continued massaging you hand, you shared a smile with your partner.

#jojos bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo part five #risotto nero #risotto #risotto nero x reader #risotto x reader #la squadra #la squadra esecuzioni #la squadra di esecuzione

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forthegothicheroine · 1 year

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Best Fragrantica reviews of (some of) my favorite perfumes

Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab Snake Oil

This is a scent that lends to a sense of danger and power, and not for the faint of heart–but rather for a heart-pricked thrice under a full moon right before you take a big dripping bite of it to seal the spell in flesh and blood and death. You’re the dangerous, powerful creature in this scenario and you gotta commit if you’re going to wear this gorgeously potent thing.

Vagabond Prince Enchanted Forest

Enchanted Forest is an enchanted forest in a bottle. All the smells of a lush overgrown coniferous forest of Eastern Europe or Russia is there. When you first spray this perfume, you are greeted by the smell of evergreen trees, pine, spruce, and fir. As the fragrance develops you are deeper into the forest and the smell of tart and delicious berries beckon you to find them. Hopefully they are not poisonous, but one never knows in a magical forest if the forces that created it are good or evil. There is the smell of herbs that are growing on the forest floor, aromatic edible herbs full of medicinal and life-giving healthy properties adding a little bite to a sweet woody perfume. The florals here are distant, like a far-off dream, you can sense them and search for them, but you drawn deeper and deeper into the dark coniferous forest.

Indult Tihota

Today my coworker entered the office and said "it smells like vanilla cookies in here!" That's me. I'm the vanilla cookies

TokyoMilk Tainted Love

It's verrrrry boozy! Like "don't even consider wearing this if your hung-over" kind of boozy!

Vilhelm A Lilac a Day

This is a photorealistic lilac experience. It's disturbingly beautiful. The only thing is, for me, it completely lacks sex appeal. I feel like there should be something... mysterious(?) about a fragrance that makes it alluring. This has no mystery whatsoever. It's a big whiff of a lilac bush. It skews old to me, but definitely old and rich. Like the Queen. Wear with white gloves and a huge hat.

Guerlain Mitsouko

Whenever I've been stopped and asked, "Just what is that you're wearing?" My answer is usually "Mitsouko." Everything about Mitsouko is timeless; an actual post-impressionist, post-Les Nabis group work of art, or, given the year of its release, an exercise of the Expressionist and Intimist art movements bottled in a languid, aloof, yet warm embrace of a fragrance.

Ex Idolo Love & Crime

It's lovely but it's SO DAMN STRONG. Nuclear projection. Eternal longevity. You want a delicious, addictive, unusual gourmand compliment beast? Be careful what you wish for.

Frederic Malle Portrait of a Lady

smells like a warm summer day spent in a dark castle somewhere in romania , beams of sunlight fighting past heavy curtains and if you look out the window there's a girl smelling flowers in a white dress . something sinister is definitely in the air . so so beautiful

Maison Martin Margiela By the Fireplace

The first time I smelt this fragrance, I was teleported to Chamonix, France in 1971 (just like the bottle says), sitting by the fireplace, reading a newspaper after just returning to my chalet after an afternoon of skiing.

#perfume #style writing

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whumpbump · 1 year

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Baby pt. 5 - Wakey Wakey, Bottles and Mind Breakey

Cw: noncon drugging by syringe

Whumpee opened their eyes slowly. They were warm, tucked in, comfortable, but not safe. A terrible feeling washed over them as memories of the past day came trickling back.

The muzzle. The bath. The eye drops. The bottle. The others before them. Whumpee was up in a flash, trying to vault themselves over the cage that kept them, frantically pulling at the lazily rotating mobile above them for leverage. As they gave up on trying to reach the mobile for added assistance, they heard a knock at the door. Whumpee dove for the corner of their enclosure for some kind of cover, of which there was none.

“Hiiiiiiiiiii bud, did you sleep ok?” Whumper 1 poked around the door and into the room carefully. They saw Whumpee was already wound up. “Whumper 2 is getting breakfast ready, are you hungry?”

Processing the words being said, Whumpee took the offense. “No! Who are you?! WHY am I here?! This is, is, is BULLSHIT! I’m an ADULT-“ Whumpee’s shouting was cut off by another syringe by Whumper 2 who snuck in and took Whumpee by surprise while they were yelling. Breakfast could wait, the Baby’s needs came first.

“WH- HU-uh-uh uh um wh-why?” Whumpee slurred as they slid down the bars that held them.

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Whumpee came to, strapped into the high chair again. The bottle was set in front of them for when they were ready as the two Whumpers enjoyed breakfast at the table nearby.

Tiredly rubbing their eyes, they saw that Whumper 2 slid over to quietly soothe them. “Hi buddy, you had quite the morning. Take your bottle for us and we’ll give you some more quiet time, -kay?”

“…..kay.” Whumpee sighed and resigned, taking their bottle. This time, it was a cinnamon and vanilla flavor. Again, not bad. But Whumpee still had no idea what it really was that they were drinking. All they knew was that it was fulfilling and tasty, and if they took it without a fight, they wouldn’t be forced to fake-breastfeed.

The Whumpers looked pleased with the compliance of their Baby.

After finishing and sitting for awhile, they were led by hand to a brightly painted playroom. It had a television in the wall, padded flooring, toys that were gently used, a large cushion on the floor, and a huge rocking bench.

“Here is your playroom. You are allowed to have play time during the day when you behave. Because you ate your breakfast like a good Baby, you may have play time right now. You can sleep on this cushion if you feel sleepy, there are blankets and pillows around if you need them. We can put movies on too! Ok! Have fun! We will check in on you later.”

With that, a barred cage door slid shut, locking Whumpee in. Whumpee walked around the room taking inventory of what they had at their disposal. No windows. Damn. One door. This would not do. This. This wouldn’t. It. Was too much. Wearily, Whumpee sat down on the cushion. It was adult-sized, and plenty big for such a small statured person like Whumpee. Silently, they cried. Cameras watched them from every angle of the room and Whumpee didn’t care. This was just too much.

Whumper 2 entered the room. “Heeeeey I see you’re having a hard time. Let’s sit and have a cuddle,” they murmured as they picked up their limp and weeping Whumpee. Whumpee didn’t have the fire to fight anymore.

Whumper 2 curled up the anguishing Whumpee next to them on the rocking bench and slowly rocked the whimpering Whumpee until they quieted. Uncomfortably comfortable, Whumpee laid with their head in Whumper 2’s lap as Whumper 2 played with Whumpee’s hair.

“We need to trim this. But we’ll do that later.”

Whumpee nodded, one last tear trickling down.

“That’s enough now, take a rest.”

Whumpee nodded.

@eatyourdamnpears

#whumpee #whumpblr #whump blog #whump ideas #whump #whump inspiration #whump tropes #whumper #whump community #creepy whumper #defiant whumpee #intimate whumper #multiple whumpers #noncon drugging #cw needles

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secretshinigami · 1 year

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Cooking vs Cookies

Author: @izaori (Malcolm or Kris works, too)

For: @mapsareforbraindeads (this makes me a brain dead, rip)

Pairings/Characters: Light, Near, L. Light/L, PLATONIC moonriver. Like a sibling relationship.

Rating/Warnings: Comedy, kind of fluff.. If people messing up stuff in a kitchen counts as a warning, you have been warned. Also food talk.

Prompt: light and near making cookies together to surprise L, who sneaks in and tastes the cookie dough when they aren’t looking and critiques it. i actually had a dream about this once.

Author’s notes: It’s been a while since I wrote characters that weren’t my ocs, so I was pretty excited to do a fic this time. I started one of your other prompts, but this one felt more natural, so here we are. I liked all your prompts. Wish my hands would’ve worked for drawing this past month lol.

Valentine’s Day. A fun, yet very stressful time of year. Some people rush to stores to buy chocolate and flowers, plan a fancy meal, wear different clothes for a variety of reasons, but Light Yagami has decided to bake.

Baking and cooking are very different. When you cook, it’s usually pretty easy to change a recipe on the fly. Adding a little more this, leaving out a little of that, and so on. Baking? Baking is a science. You add half a teaspoon too much of something and the entire process goes tits up.

Before he’s even started baking, Light has brought out every single utensil and ingredient he’ll need. His first idea was making cake, but there is simply too much that could go wrong with cake. Brownies were a no go, and cupcakes are essentially like small cakes that he could also very easily mess up. After mulling it around, Light decided on cookies. But what kind of cookies? Classic chocolate chip? A fancy lace cookie? The kind you roll up and put in a freezer? Lemon crisps? Thumbprints? Snickerdoodles? What about something more out there, like springerle? Light doesn’t have the tools to make those, anyway.

Who could go wrong with a classic chocolate chip recipe? Simple and delicious, easy to make in bulk. His boyfriend’s diet consists of pretty much only sweets.

Right when he’s about to get started, someone joins him in the kitchen. “It’s not good to let eggs sit out.”

Light sighs. Out of all the people to interrupt him, it had to be none other than, “Near. I’m baking, the eggs will be fine for a few minutes.”

Near observes the ingredients scattered around the counter, and the various mixing bowls and utensils. Light goes back to reading the recipe, but stops when he hears tapping. Near is playing with the mixing bowls, stacking them in an odd way. He doesn’t stop even after noticing Light’s glare.

“What? You aren’t using them yet.”

“And how will I, when you’re playing with them like toys? Did you even wash your hands?”

Near rolls his eyes. “I’m not dirty.”

“So? I don’t know where your hands have been.”

“On the bowls. Obviously.”

Light huffs, snatching the bowls away and setting them in the sink. He gives them a quick wash while Near moves on to playing with the spatulas instead.

“Stop playing around. I’m trying to bake.”

“L kicked me out of the room to study something. I’m bored.”

“Either help, or find something else to do.”

Near gives a slight pout, pondering the decision. He’d like to tell Light he’ll do what he wants, but knowing this is for L, maybe he should give the guy a break. This time. He’ll go back to being a nuisance another time. Near walks over to the recipe book and scrunches up his nose. “This is boring.”

“Sometimes boring is better.”

“Only two teaspoons of vanilla? That doesn’t seem like a lot. Why not half a cup?”

“You have to be joking.”

“It doesn’t sound like a lot to me.”

Light pinches the bridge of his nose, holding back some colorful language. “I don’t believe they even sell vanilla extract in that large a quantity, unless you’re buying one of those bigger, aged bottles. This,” he says, grabbing the tiny container, “is how vanilla extract is usually sold.”

Near takes the small bottle out of Light’s hand. Once more, he observes it carefully. “Why is it alcoholic?”

“Excuse me?”

“Are you making alcoholic cookies?”

“Do you know nothing about baking? I’m not trying to get L drunk off vanilla. Think of it like bier cheese, the alcohol basically gets cooked out. It’s just there for flavor.”

“Why are you putting something in just to bake it out?”

Light finally catches on to the joke. He glares, and Near gives a shit eating grin. “Very funny, Near. Hand it over.”

Near gives back the extract and moves on. Finally, after what feels like forever, Light starts working on the batter. Light mixes the dry ingredients together, then grabs a different bowl. Near stops him.

“Why aren’t you putting the butter with the rest of it?”

Light is starting to feel more agitated. “It won’t mix properly if you do the ingredients in the wrong order.”

Near looks around at the remaining contents. “It all goes together anyway. Why does it matter?”

“It’s like math. If you do the equation in the wrong order, like not using PEMDAS, you’ll get the wrong answer. We don’t want the cookies to be messed up.”

That makes sense. Near doesn’t really understand the order of baking, but he definitely understands math. He’ll take Light’s word for it. The recipe backs up his reasoning, anyway. Near doesn’t lose the page as he flips through the book, noticing most of the recipes carry on that way. Dry ingredients, wet ingredients, mix. Seems simple enough.

The process has been prolonged by Near’s shenanigans, but the cookies are almost ready to be put in the oven.

“Why are you using such a small amount of dough?” Near questions, again.

Light has had enough. He turns his attention away from the batter and pulls Near over to the recipe book. “Look. Just look. We need to use one inch balls so that the cookies aren’t too small or too big. See the picture? If we use more dough, it won’t cook right. If we use less dough, it won’t cook right. The recipe is made for cookies like this!”

Near scrunches up his nose again. “L likes a variety of cookies. Underbaked, overbaked, just right- he’ll eat them no matter how you serve them. Why not make bigger cookies?”

“Because I want them to be perfect! I want to make something delicious for my boyfriend!”

With the argument happening, said boyfriend is able to sneak into the kitchen with ease. L quietly takes a look around, finding himself at the pot of gold- raw cookie dough. Salmonella be damned, raw cookie dough is a delight, a delicacy, one of the greatest things Watari would never purposefully let L have. He grabs a clean spoon and swipes some.

Oh. Oh no. He frowns.

“This isn’t right. At all.”

Light and Near freeze. With perfect timing, they both turn around to face L.

“He followed the recipe,” Near gets out first.

“Right, the recipe-!”

L shakes his head. He looks at the different measuring utensils laid about and figures out the issue with ease.

“You didn’t convert to grams properly. The ratios are all wrong. Also, it reeks of vanilla.”

Light glares at Near. Near smiles sheepishly. “Oops.”

L takes another spoonful of the cookie dough anyway. “It’s not horrible. You could try again.”

“I think I’ll go store bought this time.”

L smiles and tosses the spoon into the sink. “That might be a better idea for you two. Leave the baking to Watari.”

Light and Near have been defeated, but they still come out winners. L’s smile is the real prize. At least they attempted making something, even if it ended in disaster.

#fanfiction #death note #submission #light yagami #nate river #l lawilet #izaori #mapsareforbraindeads #naomi and halle's ambitious anniversary

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