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lilicohirukoma · 2 years

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Ⅰ. ▕ H O N E Y J O Y the daughter of King Candy/Turbo “Darkness envelopes technology where only a select few gain access to the light switch.” ― Anthony T. Hincks

Honey is 15 years old, her birthday is on August 17th. Honey is unalike other kids on the isle, while they try to disappear or be seen as intimidating as possible to survive she instead is upbeat and inviting. One of her main skills is hacking, her dad taught her the basics and she expanded on it way further, she can even mess with tv cable and has been attemping to break into the power grids on the isle. This is the major reason people don’t mess with her at all, she is however commonly liked for being a moodmaker and being truly herself, people are jealous of her ‘don’t care’ attitude on other’s perception.

Honey had a long journey figuring out who she was; she would reject her love for colorful clothes and fun things, thinking it would only harm her on the isle. Doubts over everything about herself made her fragile and sensitive, to hide this she focused on hacking, fixing damaged cars and racing. She’s been driving since age 12 and has beaten all other drivers on the isle in a race, now of course there are only like 5 others who have access to motor vehicles but a win is a win. Through her hobbies she gained confidence, thinking that these things would make her less of a target and maybe even meet potential friends. People are unfortunately too shy to befriend her, her cheeriness overwhelms them a little bit.

It is an open secret to the people on the isle that Honey has more influence than it seems. She was hired by a few officials to spy on the villains and report what vk’s seem salvagable and which ones are pure evil. In exchange for this they gave her control over the trash that gets distributed over the isle, giving her the ultimate first pick of the trash. Honey makes sure that while certain people would indeed get more stuff due to their intimidation there are always good quality items left for the weaker people. This is another reason why people like her and feel protective over her, she protects the weak and tries to give everyone a fair chance of survival. When it comes to spying on the villains she only tells the truth about the extremely cruel ones, the ones she finds still have a shot at redemption she lies about. Honey isn’t scared of the officials finding out she’s lying, they’re so lazy they asked a 15-year-old to do their jobs so they definitely won’t notice when her reports are inconsistent. She also isn’t scared of the villains she does snitch on because if anyone tried anything with her a full on riot would break out, demanding the perpetrators head.

Along with doubts over self expression she had to come to terms with who her dad was, she didn’t even know whether to call him King Candy or Turbo. Her dad was never seen as a threat or a big villain, this put them low on the food chain on the isle and it would threaten her safety all the time. Her mom wasn’t around, Honey doesn’t even remember her. Her dad had to adjust living in the non-video game world and this took him a while, this caused her to experience some delay growing up, not having learned certain things while other kids did. For a while the relationship between her and her dad were rocky, he didn’t feel like a parental figure to her and he saw her more as a subject than a daughter. However over the years they have gotten closer, talked through their issues and now have the ideal father-daughter relationship. Around this time of healing Honey started dying her hair to match her dad’s crazy candy aesthetic.

Honey is one of the very few people on the isle with bright unnatural colored hair, she is commonly scraping together small bits of discarded bleach and hair dye. Due to the inconsistency of colors thrown away her hair is multiple colors, mainly shades of pink and purple with an occasional strand of a wild card color. Honey is short at 5′0 tall and it doesn’t look like she’ll be growing anymore, much to her dismay. She wears a lot of colors, mainly pastels or neons. Her clothes are always a touch of eccentric, she stands out in a crowd due to her busy fashion. Streetwear is the aesthetic she most commonly subscribes to, she loves wearing sneakers and would fall and break her neck if she wore heels. Honey has an oversized pink jacket she always wears, it’s a comfort item for her. It’s one of the first clothing items she picked out herself, the first time wearing it in public was anxiety inducing; people staring at her, purposefully bumping into her and the occasional person who’d follow her for a little bit. The colorful palette came slowly; first the jacket, then purple sneakers, bright blue hair ties and before you knew a rainbow was just walking down the street. Honey is creative with make-up, drawing all sorts of things on her face. Stars, hearts, clouds, whatever she feels like. She’s especially obsessed with glitter, having used it on basically every surface on her face. Honey gets ahold of all this make-up because of a deal with the officials, along with being in charge of trash she also gets brand new makeup.

Fun facts about Honey are; her favorite candy flavor is Pineapple, she had a pet toad when she was younger and is scared of balloons.

“Loyalty to country ALWAYS. Loyalty to government, when it deserves it.” ― Mark Twain

Hacking just runs in Honey’s dna, it feels like breathing to her. Naturally it makes sense she would keep going for bigger targets with her hacking skills. First it was the internet, then the tv cable and next thing she knew she was hacking into government officials electronics. It took them around a month to figure out, she would track all their activity and would figure out things like the schedules of isle visits by officials. Using this she would warn a few people of their arrival and in no time everyone could hide any obvious signs of criminal activity.

She was walking by the water, this was a very isolated place and she liked that. Before she knew she was approach by a group of law enforcers, intimidating looking bunch who all towered over her. ‘’Honey Joy, I assume?’’ one of them asked, he was wearing Knight’s armour with the Camelot crest on it. ‘’Who’s asking?’’ she replied, looking up at him. ‘’The authorities, we know you have hacked into multiple government officials electronics.’’ Honey was suprised, how didn’t she see any communications about a whole group of enforcers coming to arrest her for her crimes. She just stared like a deer in headlights into the distance, not wanting to make eye contact with them. ‘’Don’t look scared, we aren’t here to arrest you.’’ Huh? For what other reason would an entire secret operation to hunt her down happen? ‘’We are here to offer you work, quite frankly no one in the entirety of Camelot has your hacking abilities. You could be of great use to us.’’ he said in a softer tone, she wasn’t sure whether it was to ease her anxiety or make sure no one heard them. ‘’What...’’ she started but the rest of the words didn’t come out, this had to be a trap right? This sounds too insane to be true. The enforcers looked at her in silence and she figured she’d better start talking again. ‘’Uhh.. what would I get in return?’’ she managed to ask nervously. ‘’What would you like?’’ he responded quickly to her. God what would she like? Five new race cars, Ten candy factories, Fifty palaces.. no.

‘’I want control of the trash distribution.’’ Honey said with obvious fake confidence. The knight and the other enforcers stared at her again, if only she could read thoughts. She knew she had to persist on this, the current distribution only favors the strong and disregards the weak. It would always hurt her to see the elderly and small children go as fast as they can for scraps. ‘’Why?’’ an enforcer spoke up, she wore a simple black suit and looked quite elegant. ‘’People are suffering due to the unfair distribution’’ Honey summed up, staring nervously at the woman, she felt every pair of eyes there planted onto her. ‘’An honorable cause for the daughter of a villain.’’ the Knight spoke up again, with a mocking tone. ‘’Alright, you may. We will give you this phone that has all sorts of important contacts in it, once a month you call the trash operators and tell them what you want done with it.’’ A third enforcer said with a calm but commanding voice. ‘’Hold on!’’ Honey said with hurry, ‘’What do you want me to do? What for purpose will I have?’’ she asked. ‘’You will be spying on the adult villains, you will report what they are up to. You will also be doing to same to their children, you’ll also tell us who you think could be reformed from their upbringing.’’ A spy? Honey, the 15-year-old girl who is basically a walking rainbow a spy?

She agreed, she was given an opportunity to better the lives of everyone on the isle and she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if she turned that down. It came with pros and cons, people were protective and respectful of her but friendship opportunities were basically alienated because people either wanted to use her power or take it from her, both ways they wouldn’t be friends with her for her. She didn’t tell on the villains she believed in, she gave all vk’s a good word and she’d delete incriminating survaillance footage to keep those lies up.

The end! I’m so excited to be fully introducing Honey to you all, she was one of my first oc’s for descendants. Shout out to @vicapuleti !! She helped me so much with Honey and has posts about her herself! If you have any questions feel free to ask!!

#disney #disney descendants #disney descendants oc #oc #original character #disney descendants full rewrite #disney wreck-it-ralph #wreck-it ralph

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tipsycad147 · 10 months

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Violets:Medical and Culinary Uses

As temperatures start to get warmer and spring starts to rear its head, a sweet purple bloom starts to appear. With heart shaped leaves and a range of petal colors from white to blueish purple, these wild violets are known by many.

While it is considered a weed or wild ground cover by many people it is truly so much more. Useful for food and medicine, this is a wild forager plant everyone should know and use.

What are Violets?

Violets come from a genus of somewhere around 600 types of the Viola family. The most common types we see in yards and garden are the Sweet English violet (Viola Odorata) and the Wild garden Violet (Viola Sororia/Viola Papilionacea). Both of these are edible and share many physical similarities.

If you decide to spread seeds or cuttings, know that violets are likely to take over your gardens and walkways. A shrinking violet they are not!

Depending on what part of the world you live in, violets tend to start showing up somewhere around April or May and continue to sprout over early summer. Once it’s hot, they settle down for awhile only to reemerge with the cooling temps of fall.

What can I do with them?

The great part of these cute little flowers is they are more than just a decorative bloom. They are completely edible, while also holding medicinal properties. High in Vitamins A and C (they actually hold more Vit. C by weight than oranges do!) they are a great addition to salads and sandwiches for some veggie fiber and vitamin and minerals.

Culinary uses of Violets

A more everyday use for violets are teas,vinegar, and syrups. These are used both for culinary and medical uses.

Syrups

Syrups can be used for pancakes, flavorings in tea or lemonade, drizzled across ice cream and more.Try adding to honey for a sweet syrup that also helps with coughs and upset tummies(just remember babies under 1 year cannot have honey!)

Tea

Dry the flowers for use all year in teas. Use a mixture of the leaves and flower to make a tea that is good at helping to calm anxiety and stress, relieving headaches and hydrating the body.

*Use 2 Tb of dried leaves and 1 Tb of dried flowers or 2-3 Tb of fresh flowers and steep in hot water for 5 minutes.

Vinegar and Salad Greens

Fresh violet leaves taste better than cooking them. Cooking violet leaves tend to make them very gooey and blech due to their mucilaginous state when heated(aka they turn into a thick gel). However, this is actually a really great way to thicken soups and stews naturally while adding in greens.

Jelly

If you want to take the violet syrup a step further and make some great gifts for the holidays, try making violet jelly. A pale purple with a sweet floral taste, violet jelly is a nice burst of spring in the winter.

We make violet, lilac, rose and honeysuckle jelly’s over the spring and summer for back up gifts. A small loaf of homemade bread and a jelly jar full of the pretty pastel colors make for an easy gift you can make months in advance.

Infused Sugar

The last culinary use for violets I’ll give you is making violet sugar. You simply take violets and sugar and run them through a food processor or grinder. Similar to lilac or rose sugar, the flowers give a light color to the flower to making it pretty while not overpowering the flavor of the sugar. Use for candying other violets, sprinkling on cookies or even for sugar scrubs and soaps.

Medical Uses for Violets

The greatest part about using violets for medical as well as culinary is you use a lot of the same products. Teas, vinegar and syrups are all popular for medical ailments as well as salves, oils and ointments. Violets have many medical attributes that make them useful for the modern homesteader.

Cooling and Inflammation

The number one use for violets is their superb cooling abilities. Violets are super useful at hydrating and cooling the body, relieving dry skin, inflammation and fevers. Who would think that much cooling power was in such a tiny flower?

Headaches

Violets also contain salicylic acid, a natural source similar to aspirin. Native Americans actually used to make a poultice of violet flowers specifically to relieve headaches!

Anti-septic and burns

Oral and Respiratory Ailments

In the Renaissance era, violets were claimed to help cure throat and mouth cancer. While not a definitive ” cure” violets are definitely good for mouth and respiratory ailments.

Sore throats and colds are soothed with a cough syrup made from honey,violets and other herbs. Sinus infections and other respiratory illnesses can be dealt with quicker by the violets boost of the immune system.

Lymphatics( Lymph Nodes)

One of the coolest things I found out about violets is that they help to stimulate our lymphatic glands to detox the body. Especially good for mastitis and breast issues, use an infused oil and daily massage to stimulate your lymph nodes and encourage bodily health.

HOW TO MAKE VIOLET INFUSED OIL OR VINEGAR

Gather violets until you fill your container.(I use small mason jars typically because I use multiple kinds of oils and vinegar.)

Fill with oil or vinegar of choice.

Infuse. Now your options are the slow and easy method or the stove top method. It depends on how soon you need your oil.( Check out my post on my citrus vinegar cleaner for more info on infusing and how to fill your jar and store it)

If you would like to turn your infused oil into a salve, melt some beeswax and add to it. Check out the Nerdy Farm Wife for a full recipe and tutorial using violet leaves.( Check out her page for a lot of awesome tutorials. She’s my number one go to for salve and soap recipes)

Health Safety Warnings for Violets

There are a few warnings for using and consuming violets however!

First is make sure if you are eating and using violet products, don’t overwhelm your body. Violets do contain mild laxative properties and too much too soon will create a big mess.

Also, only use the leaves and flowers. There are some native American tribes that use the roots externally for joint pain supposedly but internal consumption of the roots will make you throw up!

And lastly, if you are in taking violets regularly, let your doctor know, especially if you are going to be having surgery in the near future. This is a safety measure as some of the medical properties of violets can cause an increase in bleeding.

So that’s the general breakdown on how to use violets for food and medicine. What other ideas can you think of?

Check out my Pinterest page for recipes and more ideas on wild foraging and if you missed Friday’s post on how to use violets for daily magical work make sure to check that out as well!

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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Cool for the Summer

Even if they judge, fuck it, I'll do the time. I just wanna have some fun with you.

Pairing: parentsbestfriend!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x parentsbestfriend!Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, use of pet names (princess), mommy kink, daddy kink, mentions of alcohol, y/n is 18, slight size kink, threesome.

Words: 2700 (I’m so sorry, I got carried away)

Summary: One pair of drunken kisses turned to much more. Now at the biggest pool party, y/n is ready for a hot girl summer.

Notes: This is my submission for @agentofbarnes‘s The Agency’s Writing Challenge. I chose to write for dadsbestfriends/momsbestfriend au, secret relationship, and Steve Rogers + Natasha Romanoff. This is the type of sandwich I’d love to be between. I apologize for being such a whore with this.

“Y/N, can you please grab the two bags of ice from the ice chest in the garage? We need to fill up the other coolers before we add the drinks.”

“Yes mom!” Y/N cried out to her mother, tossing a large flamingo floatie into their pool before heading towards the garage. It was their annual Summer pool party, the biggest party of the season for y/n’s parents. Her parents invited all their friends and family, including everyone at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Y/N’s mother and father were both agents with S.H.I.E.L.D. and had been working with the Avengers team closely for years. She remembered visiting the tower when she was nine, a picture of her visit still hanging proudly in her bedroom. It had been years since she personally went to visit, but many of the team members visited her parents often.

That included her super-secret lovers Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff.

It happened by complete chance last July. Her parents were on a mission for three weeks, leaving y/n alone to take care of their two dogs and to watch over the house. Of course, her parents were nervous to leave their eighteen-year-old daughter home alone for that long, asking many of their colleagues to stop in occasionally to check in on her. The Friday of their second week gone, y/n had gotten wine drunk, having snuck a bottle of her parents' expensive chardonnay from their wine cellar.

She was halfway through the bottle when they came, Steve and Natasha. They found her dancing to some pop song in the living room, her right hand holding up the bottle of wine to her lips. Steve and Natasha had grabbed the bottle from her hand, but not before she kissed them both; Steve first for a rough kiss and Nat last for a soft one.

Y/N didn’t remember anything the next day, but Steve and Nat showed up again to remind her. About 30 minutes after they had explained what happened the night before Y/N ended up with Nat’s head between her thighs and Steve’s cock in her mouth.

They had spent the next week before her parents came home together. Then afterwards, Steve and Nat told y/n that they had to keep what they had a secret, that no one would understand. They had all hung out a few times before y/n went off to college and then a few times during her college years when she was home on break.

The last time y/n saw Nat and Steve was during her Spring Break, two months ago, and she couldn’t wait to see them at the party. She had worn her skimpiest pink striped bikini for the occasion, ready to show off her hot-girl-summer body.

Y/N lifted one bag of ice on each shoulder, carrying it into the backyard and starting to fill the coolers while her father packed them with an assortment of beer, seltzers, soda, and water. “Honey, are you excited to see everyone now that you’re back from summer break?” Her father asked, wiping a few beads of sweat off his brow.

“Yeah, some more than others.” She muttered, shrugging her shoulders. After fixing up the coolers with her father, y/n helped her parents set out the snacks, decorate the backyard, and bring out the large speakers to play music.

It was already one o’clock when guests started to arrive, parking along their circle drive as well as up and down their street. Y/N was instructed by her father to wait by the back gate and greet the guests as they came in, giving each guest a cheap lei that her mom had ordered from Party City.

Guest after guest, dozens of lei’s later, she spotted them. Nat and Steve drove together, of course, and they looked as striking as always. Nat was dressed in a blood red string bikini top, her cutoff shorts hanging off her hips as she walked. Steve looked incredibly toned in a white t-shirt that clung to his muscles, a pair of red board shorts hugging his thighs to match Nat’s bikini top.

Y/N’s eyes met both their gazes, her figure standing up straighter to accentuate her breasts. Nat and Steve’s eyes trailed up and down her body, Steve’s cock stirring in his shorts.

“Aloha Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff.” She purred; her voice sickly sweet like candy.

“It’s nice to see you again, y/n.” Steve mentioned casually, a large grin spreading across his features. The pair bent forward to receive their lei’s, y/n’s fingers trailing a little longer on each of their neck’s, her nails sending shivers down their spines.

“There’s plenty of drinks and food, and the pool is perfectly chilled. I might take a dip myself.” Y/N gave them a seductive wink before gesturing them in the gate so that she could continue to greet the guests.

Two hours in and the pool party was raging. Y/N’s parents mingled about with the guests, hopping from group to group. As the party continued, Steve and Nat’s eyes followed y/n as she spoke with guests, handed out drinks, and refilled the snacks on the picnic table. They watched the way her ass bounced in her bikini bottoms, how her hips swayed to the music as she danced with a group of friends, and the way her body looked soaking wet as she stepped out of the pool.

She knew what she was doing, trying to rile them up so they’d crack during the party. There were so many guests, what were the chances of anyone even noticing them if they went missing for a while? Y/N needed Steve and Natasha, bad, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get them.

Her body was still dripping wet from the pool, her hair caressing her face. She sauntered across the backyard to one of the coolers, digging her nimble fingers under the ice until she found what she was looking for. Pulling off the wrapper she revealed a red, white, and blue bomb pop, how fitting. Y/N met Steve’s gaze, sashaying her hips back and forth as she stalked towards them.

“Hi Captain, enjoying the view?” She questioned, tilting her head to look up at him. He had about a foot or more on her, making her crane her neck to meet his ocean blue eyes.

“I know I have. What about you, Nat?” He tilted his head to the left, eyes landing on Natasha.

“Definitely. What’cha got there, pretty girl?”

“Just a bomb pop. It’s so hot out, I needed to cool off.” Her lips finally meet the popsicle, engulfing the tip and swirling her tongue around it, a devilish look flashing in her eyes. Natasha clenches her thighs together, thinking of how good it would feel to have the woman’s lips between them.

Y/N teases the popsicle against her lips, pushing it deeper until she gags lightly, her gaze locked with Steve’s own as she does. The same noise she usually made around his cock, he almost pushed her to her knees right then and there. She pulled the popsicle out of her mouth, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the tip.

“You sure you don’t want some?” That was the last straw for Natasha, pulling the stick out of y/n’s hands before tossing the popsicle into the grass beside them. Natasha leans in close, her breath tickling y/n’s ear.

“Go to your room and wait on the bed. Now.” She commanded, pulling away from y/n and changing her expression as to not draw any attention to the throuple. Y/N nodded her head, her own expression flashing with excitement as she moved across the lawn and headed inside her home.

Her bedroom was up on the second floor, away from all the chaos downstairs. Only a few of the guests lingered inside, walking in and out of the first-floor bathroom, some leaning against the kitchen counter in conversation.

Y/N slipped silently up the steps, tiptoeing to her bedroom and shutting the door behind her. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest, stealing a quick glance at herself in the mirror. Her hair was slightly wild from her dip in the pool, her body glistening with a mix of sweat and pool water. Y/N walked over to the bed, her head resting against a pillow, her legs bent and open, waiting for her lovers to arrive.

Steve and Natasha made their way into the house ten minutes later, conversing politely with the few guests who still lingered inside, waiting until they walked out towards the rest of the attendees before making their way up the wooden staircase. Steve is the first to make it to the door, opening it and smiling at the sight of y/n splayed out before them.

“My my, princess. You sure know how to rile us both up. Couldn’t even behave until the end of the party you’re that desperate?” Steve tosses his shirt to the floor after Nat shuts and locks the door behind them, the redhead following suit as she started to undress as well.

“She just loves to tease, but she’ll pay for it now.” Nat stalked over to the bed, getting on her knees beside the edge and gesturing y/n with her fingers to join her. Steve stepped out of his board shorts last, his thick cock bouncing against his chest as he moved over to where Natasha was kneeling beside the bed, y/n getting on her knees beside her, still dressed in her bikini.

“Nat, baby, how about you help our princess undress while she keeps her mouth busy on my cock.” He commanded, stroking his length in his right hand. Natasha nodded her head, moving behind y/n and pulling at the string of her bikini top, letting it unravel and slide forward off her chest.

Steve stepped forward, his cock slapping gently against y/n’s cheek. “Go on princess.” Y/N swallows thickly, the size of his cock always surprising her, no matter how many times she saw it. Her hand reached up to stroke his length, her tongue swirling around the tip, eliciting a groan from Steve’s lips.

Natasha busied herself by reaching over y/n’s back to knead and pinch at her perky breasts, y/n’s eyes fluttering shut as she took Steve’s cock into her mouth, her hand moving down to fondle with his balls. She bobbed her head back and forth, grinding her still clothed core against her carpet.

“Aw Steve look, our princess is getting needy.” Nat took a fistful of y/n’s hair into her hand, ripping her off Steve’s cock and tilting her back to make eye contact with her. “You know what to do, a pretty princess like you has to ask for what she wants.”

Y/N whined, bucking her hips up to draw attention to her bikini bottoms. “Please mommy, please touch my pussy.”

Nat hummed in response, releasing her hand from y/n’s hair, pushing her in the direction towards Steve’s cock once again. Y/N wastes no time, opening her mouth and looking up at Steve, her long eyelashes batting coyly. “Daddy, will you fuck my mouth while mommy plays with my pussy?” She asked sweetly.

Steve almost came immediately from her statement, his thumb sweeping lovingly across her lips before his hand moved to grip at her hair, looping it around his hand to lock her in place before sliding her mouth forward and back onto his cock.

Steve started to fuck her face slowly while Natasha moved her hand down to undo the strings of y/n’s bottoms, pulling them out from underneath her before she tossed them across the room. Her hands caress y/n’s hips as Steve moves in and out of her mouth, faster this time. Y/N’s saliva dripped from her mouth and onto the carpet as Natasha snaked her hand down to y/n’s folds, her fingers immediately covered in her slick.

Nat dipped one of her perfectly manicured fingers into her heat, y/n humming around Steve’s cock in response. She continued to work her finger in and out before adding another finger, Natasha’s lips trailing wet kisses down her neck.

“So wet, princess. You want your daddy to fuck your tight cunt?” Nat purred, adding a third finger into her soaking hole. Y/N couldn’t answer, her mouth stuffed full of Steve’s cock, her nose touching his pelvic bone. He held her down, y/n sputtering as tears welled in her eyes, watching her face turn red before he pulled her off abruptly, her body collapsing back against Natasha’s.

Y/N gasped for air, her saliva dripping from her mouth down her chin and bare breasts. Natasha’s fingers sped up inside y/n, her orgasm building fast. “Mommy, may I cum please?” She mewled, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

“Yes princess, cum now. Daddy’s waiting to fuck you.” Her orgasm ripped through her, her walls tightening around Natasha’s fingers as she fucked her through the pleasure. Slowly, her breathing slowed down again, and Natasha removed her fingers from her core. Nat opened her pouty lips, licking y/n’s slick off her fingers happily. “You taste so good, our pretty girl. Now I want you to get on the bed on all fours for daddy.”

Y/N followed the instructions, crawling up onto the bed and getting on her hands and knees, arching her back and sticking up her plump ass. Steve’s hand was soft against her ass cheek, fondling it in his hand as he rubbed his cock against her folds with his other hand. He braced one hand against her back, sliding his cock in slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight cunt swallowing him.

“Always so tight, princess. The prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Isn’t that right, mommy?” Steve moved his cock slowly back out of her pussy before slamming in fast, causing y/n to fall forward as she cried out in pleasure.

“It is the prettiest.” Nat agreed, moving onto the bed until her thighs opened, her pussy on full display. She scooted her body until her thighs were on either side of y/n’s head, gripping her chin and pulling her head up to look at her. “Put that pretty mouth to use and make mommy cum.” She instructed, y/n’s tongue sticking out to lick a strip up to Natasha’s clit.

Natasha rested her weight on her elbows, watching y/n swirl her tongue around her clit, moaning at the sight. Steve continued to fuck into y/n, pushing her face deeper into Natasha’s pussy. His cock rocked fast into her, y/n humming with her face against Nat’s cunt.

“That’s it, princess. Let daddy fuck you into mommy’s pussy. You keep that up and you’re going to make me cum on your pretty tongue.” Natasha’s eyes met Steve. “You look so good daddy, so hot when you’re fucking our princess.”

Steve’s breathing was ragged, his hips slapping rapidly against y/n. “Cum on her tongue, mommy. Give our princess your sweet nectar.” Natasha bucked her pussy against her face, hitting her orgasm as y/n licked up all of Nat’s juices that flowed from her. Y/N continued to lap at Natasha, working her through her orgasm as she came on Steve’s cock, her walls clenching around him.

“Fuck, that’s it princess, make a mess on daddy’s cock. Gonna fill this pussy up princess, you deserve it for how happy you made mommy.” Steve thrust twice more before his hips stilled against her ass, groaning as he coated her walls with his cum. He stayed glued to her, pressing soft kisses to her spine as he relaxed his body, finally pulling out of her. His cock was wet with y/n’s cum, her pussy dripping their mixed cum onto the sheets.

“Did so good princess, let’s let mommy clean this up.” On cue, Natasha moved to take Steve’s place behind her, licking at her cunt to indulge in their mixed juices. Y/N’s body relaxed into the bed, letting Natasha clean her up.

Eventually, Natasha finished licking, pulling off to collapse next to y/n, her body spent as well from their escapades. Steve moved beside y/n, laying his head back against the pillow.

“My beautiful girls, I love you both so much. Best pool party I’ve ever attended.”

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science-lings · 2 years

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LU Cooking Headcanons: A Ranked Study

Wild: 15/10 The best cook is obviously Wild. But he’s not just an amazing cook, he’s also a very creative cook who’s also great at decorating. His baked creations are always beautiful and he takes a surprising amount of care to get them that way. I mean seriously, he takes the care to make fish pies actually shaped like fish and garnishes everything he makes. He puts little horns on the monster cake and individually wraps honey candy! I also think he experiments a lot and would totally invent ice cream while playing with ice magic infused items. He’s not just an amazing cook, he’s super fucking extra about it. He can also make 11 different kinds of elixirs and somehow make rocks/ wood edible. But who knows if its edible to anyone apart from himself. My guess is that Hyrule is the only one that is physically able to eat Wild’s famous rock-hard food. However Hyrule lives off of moss and questionable meat so he has to have a digestive system of steel.

Twilight: 8/10, Knows a few recipes and is really good at making them. But he needs a kitchen and struggles with making things with limited ingredients and equipment. He’s really good at dishes including goat cheese and somehow manages to make that garbage taste good. He cannot bake. At all. He mixes baking powder and baking soda up constantly and no matter how much he tries, he can’t make frosting the correct consistency. it always ends up lumpy and he has cried over it. At least he knows how to fry things and make any vegetable wildly unhealthy.

Time: 7/10, Can follow a recipe but he has to keep looking at it because he keeps forgetting the exact measurements. There are certain ‘fun’ recipes that he learned how to make from when he was with the Kokiri, like braided breads and pretzels and dumplings. Everything he bakes gets a childish spin, whether it’s making the batter a fun color or a silly shape. More practical recipes are hard for him and he really struggles with seasoning things right, he always adds too much salt or Goron spice, but he can handle the spice so he pretends that it was on purpose to watch everyone else suffer.

Hyrule: 2/10, if he didn’t have a supernaturally strong immune system, he would be dead. It’s not really his fault though, he’s used to just eating things raw out of the ground. He picks up mushrooms from the dirt and puts them in his mouth before identifying if its poisonous or will make him trip balls. He tries to watch Wild cook so he might be able to try if he has to but he mixes up all the steps and can’t keep track of how much of each thing to add, so it always ends up as some kind of monstrosity. Wild is the only one that can eat anything that Hyrule makes because his immune system is similarly freakish. The one thing that Hyrule can make is tea and it’s so fucking good that it made his score not zero. Also in fairy form he can help Wild make fairy tonics and that’s pretty cool too.

Legend: 5/10, he can only bake. He makes rolls in the shapes of bunnies because Ravio showed him how and now he literally can’t stop himself from making them that way now. He’s really good at making things with fruits, from cobblers and pies, to juices and jams. Wild showed him how to make sorbet and changed his life so now he too can make things like that. He can memorize recipes like a pro but he still needs a kitchen. He messes up everything that’s not baking. He burns rice and is too impatient to cook meats so he ends up burning it and still managing to keep it completely dangerously raw in the middle. He is good at folding dumplings though and knows a bunch of different styles. He really wishes he was better at cooking because he wants to replicate different foods from the different places he’s been. He also has a soft spot for island fruits but they’re really hard to get.

Warriors: 4/10, He can only cook very basic things and cannot bake at all. I’m talking real basic like premade noodles with butter and a poached egg on top of plain rice. The only real recipe he knows is a curry that was his favorite growing up that he memorized in a fit of pure passion. He tends to under-spice things but at least his food is not very likely to kill someone. He’s not very confident in his abilities though, he hasn’t had to cook for years after joining the military and stuff. He’s not just bad at baking though, every single time he tries it ends up in flames. literally. Every time it’s a disaster and it’s genuinely terrifying. Why does he need a sword when he can conjure a lava monster out of what was supposed to be cake batter. He’s banned for life from the castle kitchens after trying to make something for Athena’s birthday. He had to pay a lot of money to fix all those ovens...

Sky: 5/10, can technically feed himself, but he tends to make the same thing over and over again until he’s sick of it. He’s very good at chopping things and monotonous parts of cooking like kneading dough and whisking for long periods of time. This makes him an amazing assistant chief, so he is often one of Wild’s favorites to help him. He’s very particular when following instructions and takes his role very seriously. Refuses to use the master sword to chop vegetables, even when Wild didn’t have a knife big enough to cut the pumpkin that Sky wanted to make soup out of so badly.

Four: 4/10, On their own, the colors are pretty good at cooking but as Four, it’s a disaster. They all think that they’re right and it’s one of the few arguments that is genuinely hard to work though. Red is good at flavor combinations and really likes spicy food, Green is good at remembering methods and has a major sweet tooth, Blue is good at labor intensive steps and cannot stand anything spicier than black pepper, and Vio is good at memorizing steps and exact measurements and tends to micromanage the rest of them. This all causes them to have a lot of trouble making decisions about food and have conflicting information when they’re all combined.

Wind: 2/10, don’t let him near the cooking pot under any circumstances. He tends to forget that pots and pans can be very hot and has grabbed at scalding metal without a second thought. He can’t really make anything on his own but he wants to be helpful so badly, so he generally gets tasked with cutting things and other tasks that are far away from the fire. He’s a little clumsy and nothing he cuts ends up even but it’s just food and he’s been getting better. Wild is gradually teaching him how to cook, partially because he gets bored after setting up camp and while everyone else is settling down. He may not be good at the start but he’s learning and is pretty determined to be able to make one of his favorite of Wild’s dishes so that when he gets back to grandma and Aryll he’ll be able to impress them with his new skills.

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The Wilds: Season 1 Rewatch

Hey, everyone! With Season 2 of The Wilds premiering on May 6, 2022, I thought I’d go back and rewatch season 1 again after the long hiatus.

I’m going to be posting my thoughts on the episodes as I watch them, so hopefully y’all will join me in getting excited about the upcoming season! I can’t wait so let’s dive right in!

SPOILER WARNINGS — While it is an episode recap, there may be spoilers for the entirety of season 1 of The Wilds. Continue reading at your own risk if you haven’t seen all of it yet.

1x01 Recap

1x02 Recap

The Wilds | 1x03: Day Three

Favorite Quote

"I mean, I'm ready to bring a game. I have no idea what kind." — Leah Rilke

Personal Highlights of the Episode

Dot jamming to Fallen Angel. Don't lie — this is all of us when we think we're alone. I will admit to taking it a step further and performing a whole concert with choreography when I take a shower.

Leah during the storm... honestly, everyone during the storm just sitting in misery with no intention of trying to find cover or collect water, except for Dot.

Shelby taking offense to the whole "mall person" label. Honey, it's cause you are a mall person.

Things I Didn't Catch the First Time

Dot wearing a hospital bracelet during the interview. Are all the girls wearing those?

I never saw the fly go into Shelby's mouth. I always thought that she was choking on something from the alcove that she was inside of.

The motorcycle in the garage while Dot's doing laundry. I can 100% see her rolling up to a place on that bike (with one of those old-school helmets too) while smoking a cigarette. Badass. (Also, if she wants to roll Gretchen over with it, I wouldn't be opposed.)

Dot's dad's honorable discharge certificate from the U.S. Army hanging on the wall.

Observations / Theories / Questions

I think the girls have these agents played. Dot being that apprehensive and casual with the agents in the beginning? Not buying it. That's not our Dot.

Dot ordered french fries, 2 bagels, 2 subs, a sandwich, fried chicken, chicken wings, chips, 12 sushi rolls, 2 milkshakes (or just milk?), some kind of fruity drink and candy bars for her interview. You go, girl. Make those agents pay. Literally and figuratively.

Do we know what happened with Dot's mom? Did she die? Did she just up and leave? Until told otherwise, my headcannon is that Dot's dad was discharged from the Army and had a hard time re-acclimating to normal life either from PTSD, trouble getting/keeping a job, etc. and Dot's mom left him. Dot doesn't talk about her mom, so I think she left very early in Dot's youth and she just doesn't remember her anymore.

Dot selling drugs to pay for the medicine that her dad needs and can actually take without having bad side effects. Selling drugs is bad, kids, but Dot should be nominated for "Daughter of the Year" imo

Nobody remembers getting to shore, except for Nora when Leah questions what they recall from the crash. This may have been the first hint towards Nora being the other confederate.

Some of Jeff's annotations in Leah's copy of the book — "My grandfather grew up in Cheyenne. His favorite expression was 'Ain't that a pisser.'" ... "I would watch a snowy television (?) with you and be perfectly content." ... "Dear Leah, I dreamed about you last night. You wore a dress like this only it was red and you were also wearing roller(?). A person only gets a handful of perfect dreams in one's life. For me, this was one." ... "Shetland ponies forever."

Toni ranting and Fatin not caring in the slightest, then Fatin questioning Toni's sign and Toni raging will always make me laugh.

Does anyone know if they wrote Toni to not shave or if it was something Erana decided to do for Toni's character? It varies throughout the season (sometimes she shaves, most of the time she doesn't) and honestly, I love it. It just feels authentic to Toni.

Dot's itinerary only has three days planned out. So, all these girls (barring Fatin, I think she knew it would be longer from her dad's slipup?) were under the assumption that it was going to be a weekend getaway. I'm surprised no one else has friends questioning their whereabouts like Ian did with Leah.

I have the hardest time gauging timelines with shows that are based in the south or in warm climates. Like, my mind works this way: spring — warmish and rain; summer = shorts and hot af; fall = boots and jackets; winter = snow. Then, I remember Dot is in Texas, everything gets fucked up, and I give up on figuring out how long her flashback spans. Northeast problems. Sorry.

Dads teasing their daughters about boys crushing on them is always cute to me. Probably cause #NeverHappenedToMe

If a rattlesnake was that close to me, I'd have already fucking died. Hell to the no. Last summer, I saw a garter snake (it was already dead) and screamed for a solid two minutes. Speaking of — why did they not eat the snake?

Rachel not grabbing the suitcase that was in the plane wreckage? WTF was even in it to keep it sunken like that? Also, how did the plane even get there? Did Gretchen's people fly it over and drop it in? Was it already there, and they found it while scouting deserted islands for the experiment?

Dot not admitting she saw Andrew cheating on Shelby, but also telling her she deserves better is one of those moments that we see Dot forgo her usual bluntness and spare feelings.

I relate so hard to Dot awkwardly and uncomfortably accepting comfort or giving it.

Gretchen implies that Milestone #8 is the girls finding/opening the black box to see the plane crash recording. Anyone have ideas on what the other milestones were?

Gretchen was fired "last fall," so the whole experiment from start to currently has been less than a year.

Shelby coming in clutch. She saw Dot's hesitance to say what she thought they should do with the black box and swooped in to make sure that Dot didn't have to carry the weight of that decision by herself. Then, Dot's sigh of relief. Ughhhh. Shelby and Dot rival Fatin and Dot as my BROTP.

Would people losing consciousness during a plane crash be a normal thing?

You cannot tell me that Leah and Fatin's interaction while packing up the suitcase was not like, lowkey flirting. Before Fatin fucks it up ofc by admitting she read Jeff's annotations. If you can tell me otherwise, don't. Let me live in my Leatin daydreams, please.

"Between you and the book, I get the sense this guy likes recent vintage." YES, Fatin. Call out Jeff on his perv-ness. He's a fucking creep.

The whole scene of Dot and her dad's last moments wrecks me. Jesus, and the song? End me.

Dot is the only one from the group of girls to have met Gretchen in person, correct? Aside from Nora, of course. The ending scene of this episode when I first saw it had me convinced that Dot was the other confederate.

Field Notes

Field Note #025 – Of course Dot would know the lyrics to Poison’s “Fallen Angel”… and just about every other metal hit out there. She inherited her love for hard rock from her father, a real metalhead. One night when she was 11, Dot stayed up late rocking out to a compilation her dad had made especially for her. The next morning, she had her first “bangover” – that’s metalhead slang for the headache you get after a night of serious handbanging.

Field Note #026 — Dot is collecting rainfall, a good source of drinking water if you're stranded in the wilderness. Consuming rainwater is safer than consuming water from a lake or river, but experts still recommend that you filter and boil the rain before drinking it. Let's hope Dot knows that.

Dot is one of those annoying people who doesn't get brain freeze. She discovered this superpower in elementary school, and more than once has won money by challenging dudes to milkshake-drinking contests.

Field Note #028 – Welcome to Fort Travis High School, approximately 2,900 students enrolled. Something to note: Dot, Shelby, Toni, and Martha attend public schools, whereas Leah, Fatin, Nora, and Rachel attend private schools. An even fifty-fifty split, representing both sides of the educational divide.

Field Note #029 – Dot’s on a budget, so when it comes to hair dye, it’s DIY all the way. Lately she’s been using washable markers, which she steals from the art room at school. It’s a messy process but they get the job done.

Field Note #031 – Shelby’s family is suuuuuper into pranks. (Like you should probably check the toilet for Saran Wrap if you piss at the Goodkind household.) It’s an eat-or-be-eaten environment over there, so yeah… Shelby’s gotten pretty good at pulling off stunts of her own.

Field Note #032 – If you take a close look at the Dawn of Even itinerary, you’ll notice the times are listed in military time. Which, for a teen girls’ retreat, is… weird. Military time, or the 24-hour clock, is usually used in situations where confusing AM and PM could have severe consequences, or when you don’t have reliable visual access to the sun.

Field Note #034 – Fatin didn’t have to read Jeff’s book for school because she decided against taking Contemporary American Lit, an elective she likes to call “Boring Bearded White Dudes 101.”

Shelby Curse Count: 0 (1 total)

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Tell me what your favorite quotes, moments, theories and observations are for episode two! Let's discuss!

#the wilds #the wilds rewatch #leah rilke #dot campbell #fatin jadmani #rachel reid #nora reid #toni shalifoe #shelby goodkind #martha blackburn

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you write hurt/comfort so beautifully, it makes me want to have tom comfort me like that ): do u think you could write something where he's taking care of you after a long day at work?? and if it's a little nsfw i wouldn't mind but u dont have to do anything ur not comfortable with. again L O V E ur work!!

thank you so much 🥺 i guess i just try to portray a type of love i think everyone deserves! but also thank you for giving me this idea because my mind went rampant. i also don’t know why the reader is a musician, but just roll with it i guess idk what happened there???

i hope this tickles your fancy! nsfw, so extended warnings will be under the cut! please do not interact if you're a minor!!

extended warnings: cue fingering, and some messy, needy sex in the bathtub 🛁✨

The steam rising from the bathtub makes light work of your weary muscles, menthol vapors kissing up your spine, soothing the knots scattered across the length of your back. You were in dire need of this, after the plight of a day you’d endured. A couple of hours in the studio had quickly spiraled into a six hour-session, with nothing to show for it but a lousy sixteen measures of brass ensembles — and by the good grace of your talent and patience, the artist has requested you drop in for their session again.

The thought makes you want to drown.

Instead, you opt to curl into yourself, softly pressing your cheek into your knee, watching the spindles of warmth waft up from your well earned bubble bath. In retrospect, the weight of your day didn’t fall solely on this new client — if you’re being honest, they actually had a lot of potential. You wouldn’t mind having your name tethered to a couple of their hits — but Tom had just returned home from a three month long shoot, and you’ve only been graced the luxury of his presence for less than 24 hours. Any time that isn’t being spent with him feels blasphemous, but since he has yet to return from his unknown whereabouts, you seized the opportunity to flush out as much irritability as possible before he returned.

You didn’t know just how tired you were until you were woken up.

A half an hour passes before you’re tousled from your dreamless slumber by a docile touch, familiar digits scaling the curve of your spine before they take a detour at the nape of your neck, carefully parting stray strands of hair to either side of your frame.

“Tom?” You hum, dulcet tones wafting through the steam akin to a dream as it ebbs from the rim of your subconscious.

“Yes, darling?” He muses, entranced by the frothy remnants of your bath soak as he dips his fingertips into the water.

“I missed you today.” You melt into his touch, allowing your head to fall to the side and survey his attire. His hair is all tousled, chestnut locks sprouting from the bottom of his backwards strewn baseball cap, and those honey-dipped hues you adore so much are creased with concern. You want nothing more than to soothe them away with the pad of your thumb, and so you indulge yourself, reaching over the edge of the tub as you continue to ramble. “I started the day already praying for it to be over with, and somehow, every single inconvenience fathomable decided to fall onto my lap. I mean — who the fuck needs seven different french horn tracks in an overture? A real band barely needs one.” Tom’s nodding along to your ramblings, but you both know that he doesn’t fully under the lengths of your frustration — just as you’ll never truly understand the inner workings of his own career. “The only thing keeping me together was the thought of coming home to you.”

“I’m so sorry, my love,” He coos, and continues to caress your back, working out all of the knots that the steam couldn’t relieve. “If it’s any consolation, I was only running late because I had to stop and buy some pancetta on the way home.”

“Don’t apologize. I assumed you would be back since all your stuff is still here.” You tease, mirroring his bemused smile, letting his world seep into your slowly booting brain. “Pancetta…” Not many people knew this, not even Tom before his first attempt, but the boy could whip up a mean bowl of pasta. You remember floundering across the bed the night before, identical to a little kid throwing a tantrum, moaning over just how badly you were craving carbonara. Silly of you to think that he’d take your melodramatic request in stride. “Are you-“

His enamored gaze is answer enough, but he pairs it with a chaste kiss to your forehead that has you nuzzling into his touch. “Only the best for my lil’ lady.”

You show a mere fraction of your appreciation with a swift, flurry of kisses over his cheekbones, pulling him closer by the downy bundles of his hoodie. Lovedrunk giggles and contented sighs bounce off the tiles before you’re both submerged in a comfortable silence, one that leaves the both of you free to shamelessly examine the other, one clad in their comfy, weatherworn disguise while the other dawns nothing but an enchanted smile. Even with the disparity between your attire, you both end up with flushed cheeks and dopey grins.

Hours, days, years seem to press on until you break the silence with a silly question, one that you ask in hopes of hearing his gentle, candied voice once more — or even better, his laugh. “What would you do if I was as big as a thumbtack? Would you still love me?” You query, a childlike sense of wonderment tinting your sugar-coated sigh.

He takes a second to ponder your questions, taking it into far more consideration than you had in bringing it to fruition. You can’t stifle the tiny puff of air that leaves your lips, the semblance of a chuckle, and Tom, with his wild brow and theatrical ways, whips his head in your direction, sending you a cautionary glare. “I suppose I would…” He starts, only to tap his finger against his bottom lip, drawing the suspense to its boiling point by the time you shove his forearm. “But then again, it doesn’t matter what size you are, there’s no limit to how much I love you.”

“Hmm,” you manage to vocalize. Your heart is now a star, an incandescent ball of fire caged beneath your ribs, and if he hasn’t gathered it by now, then he can bask in the warmth of your smile and know that for him, for him it is the sun.

You have to admit that you got ahead of yourself. One moment, you were binding your lips in a bruising, indulgent union, urging him to bask in the lovelorn rays of light he summoned, but only managing to pull him into the bathtub, fully clothed and unsuspecting. What was once your lukewarm oasis is suddenly a swirling cauldron of spearmint, teatree, and now unmistakable notes of him, sloshing against the edge of the tub as his frame struggles against the latent tide. There’s bound to be one hell of a mess waiting on the bathroom floor, but now that he’s settled in your grasp, you see no reason to fret just yet.

“Y/N.” His voice is deadpan, which can mean one of two things — he’s either overwhelmed with joy, or exhibiting a great deal of restraint in not drowning you right then and there. You choose to cancel out the latter, and offer the best attempt at innocence your babydoll eyes could muster, peering at him through your lashes with a teeth-rotting gleam.

“What?” You ask simply. His eye starts to twitch, and you only double down on your facade. “I just wanted to be closer to you.” Wading through the newly shallow body of water, half of its contents now dispersed across the tile floor, you make light work of his soggy hoodie, sloughing it over his head as he grumbles beneath it, giggling when it catches against that razor-sharp jawline of his.

“Well, you are very close now.” You notice how his voice drops down an octave, and you’re embarrassed to admit just how quickly the coil in your stomach tightens at the sound of it, how it already aches to be pulled taut.

Tom seems unsuspecting enough when he captures your lips once again, his brims as delicate as baby’s breath against your own, tentative as they glide in a sultry dance. He doesn’t need to coax a confession out of you, the truth is already there, nestled in your urgent, needy pressure, in the whimpers threatening to spill into his lips. He’ll indulge in this little game for a moment longer — where you pretend that you aren’t desperate for his touch, and he pretends that he isn’t just as desperate to provide it — but once you fumble into his lap, clumsily grasping for more, and more, and even more of him, his resolve begins to crumble.

“I need you.” you whisper into the hollow of his mouth, golden-tongued and virtually earnest, coaxing a trembling sigh from the back of his throat.

He hums back, contented, basking in the intoxicating warmth of your silhouette, tracing the curve of your breasts with his knuckles. “Long day, my love?”

“Mhmm,” You demonstrate your point with a wistful sigh, enveloping his great hands with your smaller ones, coating them in languid kisses until there was no skin left untouched.

You’re just too fucking cute, he muses. He can never say no to you, not even in jest.

Two of his slender digits roam the valley of your stomach, knuckles ghosting over your navel in their listless descent before they venture between your thighs, surveying just how badly you really need him. He dips his middle finger between your folds, tender and slick with your arousal, and emits a husky groan as he traces a steady line between your entrance and the spot just below your clit, ghosting your little bundle of nerves with each taunting caress. “You’re already soaked, my love. This all for me?” He coos, nudging your jaw with the tip of his nose, pressing a wet, open mouthed kiss against the column of your neck.

“All for you,” You sigh, digging your nails into the broad planes of his shoulder. “Please, Tom, please touch me.”

He finally spares you, thumb sloppily circling your clit as he plunges two digits into your opening, welcoming the lithe intrusion with a warm, velvety embrace. You slump into his embrace, nipples straining hard against the soaked fabric of his t-shirt, and raggedly whimper as he starts to work you open. The reminder of your nude form plastered against his clothes, albeit soaking wet, summons another pool of wetness to your core. You’re flooded with thoughts of delectable anguish — of denim kissing your hips, dragging against your bundle of nerves, as he ravages your bare little cunt, proving that you’re so desperate for his cock that you can barely wait for him to undress.

“Is this all you needed, baby? My fingers? You wanted me to stretch this pretty little cunt out?” He can’t stop the filthy words tumbling from his lips, especially not when your tiny mewls of pleasure are flooding his ears — you’re just so soft and pliant under his touch, so eager to be filled to the brim, it’s intoxicating to know that you’ll take anything he has to offer you. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m gonna give you everything you need. Gonna have you spilling all over my fingers and then — fuck! — then i’m gonna fill you up with my cock. How does that sound?

“Y-yeah,” You’re rutting against his palm at this point, grinding down to meet each thrust, to feel impossibly closer, fuller, ambling toward an orgasm that is already barreling toward you. As he finds a new angle, the pads of his fingers nudge against your g-spot, and the heel of his hand careens over your clit with such a delicious pressure that your thighs begin to quake. “‘M so close.” You whine, prompting him to punctuate each thrust with a curl of his fingers, dragging your orgasm from the pit of your stomach.

“Then let go, baby. Let go for me.” You need no further persuasion, your eyes squeezing shut as you teeter off the edge, with nothing but a raspy, desperate string of obscenities, clawing at the slope of his shoulders, and bathing his hand in sultry waves of nectar as it spills from your weepy little hole. His fingers are trapped between your fluttering walls, working you through your climax with nimble, tentative thrusts, stretching each wave of pleasure out until you’re trembling over little ripples.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” You feel so small beneath his gaze, teeming with endless pools of adoration, like you’re a freshwater clearing and he’s parched. It nearly distracts you from his fingers as they slip from your opening, but each receding wave of bliss is tethered to him, so you groan at the loss of contact. Your walls flutter hopelessly around nothing, chasing the delicious stretch of his digits in their absence, but you’re instantly qualmed by the sound of his zipper being pulled down, no doubt freeing himself from the waterlogged confines of his jeans.

“Can I?” You sink your hands into what little water still remains in the tub, hooking your fingers through the belt loops of his jeans, but he swats your shaky hands away, adamantly shaking his head as a small frown of confusion forms between your brows. “You don’t wanna take ‘em off?”

“This is about you, my love.” He whispers, his free hand smoothing over the small of your back, stroking the patch of dew-ridden skin with his thumb. “And right now, all I wanna do is keep my promise.”

“You’re so good to me,” You whisper just above his lips, leaning back into his touch, peering between your bodies to survey his ministrations. You’re still a bit dazed from your first, earth-shattering orgasm, but the prospect of another has you buzzing with excitement, and Tom knows that look well enough to speed up his course of action.

Pearly veneers sink into the swell of your bottom lip at the mere sight — his cock is beyond compare. Even as its impatiently pulled through the opening of his jeans, it’s put on a mouth-watering display as he leisurely pumps himself, smearing tiny pearls of precum across his flushed, leaky tip with each upstroke. He’s far too enticing, far too pretty with his rosy cheeked, droopy-eyed charm, to resist, and you’re quick to replace his hand with your own, curling your fingers around the base and mimicking a couple teasing pumps before guiding him to your entrance.

Tom spreads his legs a little wider to accommodate you, the sensation of wet denim rubbing against your thighs, knocking your legs farther apart, causes a soft whimper to fall from your lips. It doesn’t take long for you to align the head of his cock with your entrance, teasing him with a couple of lascivious drags through your folds before you sink onto his length, reigniting the remnants of your last orgasm as inch after delicious inch prods your tender walls apart. By the time he bottoms out, you’re nothing but a trembling pile of limbs, and his lips seek out your own just to muffle your staggered breaths with a burning kiss.

You allow yourself a couple of seconds to adjust — no matter how or which way you take him, he still pushes up every crevice of your insides, demanding every square inch of your velvety heat. A wild flurry of crimson blossoms across the high planes of your cheeks as Tom nuzzles his forehead against your own, brushing his nose against yours, coaxing a melodious string of giggles from your chest while you scrunch up your nose. He presses a chaste kiss to the corner of your lips and smiles against the spot. “You look so pretty like this, my love. With that gorgeous smile of yours, and that pretty little pussy squeezing my cock.” You feel like you’ve got whiplash, trying to come to terms with how obscene he can be under such tender movements. “Just wanna turn you over and bury myself inside. See how tight you feel when you’re folded in half.” His hands reach down to rub gentle, circular motions into the small of your back, and you can’t help but pulse around him at the juxtaposition.

Once the uncomfortable stretch of his girth melts into pleasure, you finally start to work yourself over his length, and you swear you can feel every gorgeous ridge and vein of his cock as you rise up to the tip, only to plunge back down with a impish yelp, setting a clumsy, needy pace that certainly gets the job done. You don’t really find your rhythm until Tom helps you out, sinking his fingers into the supple curve of your ass, orchestrating a hard, punishing pace as he drives up into your sopping cunt, meeting you in the middle with each thrust.

All at once, the bathroom is washed in a crude symphony, the combination of your heavy panting and slapping skin intermingles with the shallow splash of water as it laps against the edge of the tub, punctuating the sinful drag of his length, and how the tip pounds against your furthest wall as you impale yourself onto him. You can feel another orgasm start to build, and since Tom has made it his solemn vow to not only study, but master, every little, scrumptious detail of your body, he senses it as well.

“You got another one for me?” He asks between labored pants. His own orgasm is starting to peak over the horizon, following in the blazing trail you’ve set, you can tell by the way a thin sheen of sweat starts to build against his hairline, and his brows almost meet in the middle, as if the feeling of your pussy pulsing around his cock is unfathomable. He uses the grip he has on your waist to take control, using one hand to scale up the breadth of your back, and as his palms leave a blistering trail up, up, up your sides, he pulls you flush against his chest, attempting to plant his feet against the floor of the bathtub,

He needs the leverage to piston his hips up into your own, to pound into your greedy hole at an unyielding pace — to keep his promise — and as you start to feel the tell tale edge of your climax cresting over your weary frame, you spoil his shoulder with sweeping, butterfly kisses and flood his mind with sweet, sweet nothings, luring him to the brink with the same dulcet tones you know drive him wild.

His hips stutter into your own, and before the words can even exit your lips, you’re dragged to the edge of bliss with a couple of rough, uncompromising thrusts that have you wildly spasming around his length. He joins you almost immediately, throbbing against your sensitive walls as he fills you to the brim, driving the mixture of your arousal further into you as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Once he pulls out, he’s quick to wrap you up in a soothing embrace, planting kisses over every acre of skin he can get his lips on, but you’re too focused on the trail of cum leaking down your thighs to really indulge him, curiosity getting the better of you as you gently weave your arm between your bodies and collect the wetness on your thighs. You swear you can feel the rumble of his chest once you pop your fingers into your mouth, humming around the sodden digits, making a spectacle out of the addicting elixir pooling on your tongue, but his glimmer of reinvigorated stamina is put to rest by the sight of your drowsy, half-lidded stare.

“Why don’t we get you dried off? Then I can start dinner.” He hums against your cheek, punctuating his suggestion with yet another chaste kiss. It’s genuinely like he can’t get enough, and neither can you as you sleepily nod.

“Will you wake me up when it’s ready?” You sigh, teetering on the edge of slumber once more.

“Of course, my love.”

#tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader blurb #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader smut #something about this man fucking the bad day out of you 🥰#what a gentleman #ANOTHER 3K DOOZY??????#WHA T TH E FUCK???#mine*

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takenyoomies · 3 years

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Ask Box Request: Sanzu Fluff

Title: If You Were Sick...Haruchiyo Sanzu

Pairing: Sanzu x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Tags/Warnings: Shop-lifting, Fluff, use of "babe" "honey", illness/reader is sick, puking is mentioned at one point(please skip if that makes you uncomfortable), swearing, Koko is mentioned, drugs... haha...

Word Count: 885

☆I personally HC Sanzu as the type who would likely drop everything and everyone for you (aside from maybe Mikey) to make sure you were comfortable and safe.☆

⇢ Sanzu would likely insist that you don’t need to go to the doctor because he has just the right pill for it somewhere. So you have to tell him that no, you need to go to a doctor and the pharmacy. No matter how much he insists that “he is the pharmacy”.

“I probably should go to the doc-” achoo-achoo You groaned as you took your temperature, man was that high.

Your boyfriend crossed his arms, “Don’t even think about it.”

You stared at the pink-haired man, “Huh?”

“I got everything here.” He pointed to a toolbox that you knew contained several different types of illicit drugs and medications.

You snickered before bursting out into a laughing fit, causing you to cough violently. Sanzu quickly rushed over to your side, “Take it easy…Are you out of your mind laughing like that?”

“Are you for saying I shouldn’t go to a doctor and to take whatever is in the Druggie Treasure Chest?” You wheezed. Feeling a bit dizzy, you leaned some of your weight onto your boyfriend.

Sanzu grumbled, “I have the same shit they have.”

You shook your head, “Haru, honey…” You wrapped your arms around his neck, “No, you don’t.”

⇢ Sanzu would likely bring you medication, drinks, ice cream, snacks, coloring books, movies to watch, and even fuzzy socks. You’re genuinely overwhelmed with the number of things he brings when you get sick sometimes that you hesitate to tell him that you are sometimes.

“There’s even a face mask set here…” You say quietly, looking up from the bags that Sanzu had brought you, “Why did you buy all of this, though?”

“I didn’t buy all of it,” Sanzu pointed out with a smirk, causing your brow to raise.

“...Haru…” You warned, slowly, putting what you’d taken out of the bag back in, “You didn’t.”

“Come on, you gotta live sometime. Where’s the thrill?” He whispered, leaning in and opening a pack of Twizzlers.

You blinked a bit before sniffing, “Twizzlers are shit. If you’re gonna make that kinda statement, at least eat the Nerds Rope.” You snatched the candy out of the bag and ripped it open with your teeth.

“There’s my Y/N!” He touted with a signature grin.

⇢ He would hold your hair for you when you’re sick to your stomach, making sure to rub gentle circles into your back. He always makes sure to clean you up after this with a cold washcloth because he knows how terrible it feels.

“It’s okay…” Sanzu sighed, gently rubbing circles into your back, “That all of it?”

You look up at him with teary eyes, which cause his stomach to drop a bit, though his poker face holds for you, “Mhm.”

“Okay, let’s get you some water.” He then realizes he’ll have to let go of you and that he doesn’t want to do that.

“Haru…” You cough, reaching for some tissue weakly, “I’m okay, you can go.” Reassuring him with a smile.

The pink-haired man sucks his teeth before finally letting go. “I’ll be back.”

“I trust you.”

A wild grin paints itself across his face as he kisses the top of your head before strutting towards the kitchen. Those words obviously weighing on him.

⇢ When other people ask how you’re doing, he almost always says they you’re fine. However, he doesn’t like it when people fish for information through him able you.

“Sanzu, how’s Y/N?” Ran asked one day after a meeting, his somewhat sunny demeanor only seeming to piss Sanzu off more.

Sanzu stared at him, “Fine.”

“Just fine? I thought they have th-” Ran attempted, a brow raised.

“They’re fine. Drop it.” Sanzu threatened.

“Geez...moody.” Rindou grumbled from the side, rolling his eyes.

⇢ Sanzu does not care if he gets sick as well. He will still climb into bed with you, hold you close to his chest, and kiss up the back of your neck, much to your protest.

“Haru, stop, you’re going to get sick too…” You cough, trying to push him away.

“Mmmm...I don’t care.” He chuckles, pulling you to his chest, “I miss hold’in ya.”

You grumble a bit before giving in, cuddling into him and easily falling asleep.

⇢ When you’re feeling better, Sanzu would ask what you’d want to do. And truth be told, you just wanted to get out of the house, so you both ended up just going on a walk one night after he got home, even if it was late. Both of you walked around then block, talking about meaningless things while looking up at the stars.

“The laundry today was kinda funny because you left some change in the pocket of your pants, so I heard this rattling, and I thought the dryer broke.”

“Oh, sorry, babe.” He chuckled, planting a kiss on your cheek, “But I bet you’re rich now.”

You smirked, “Yes, a whole 17 cents richer, get Kokonoi on the phone.”

Sanzu blew a raspberry, “I’m sure he’d love that.”

You squeezed your hand in his a bit, causing him to look over at you, “Everything okay?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.”

#sanzu x reader #imi writes #ask box prompts #tokyo revengers #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo akashi #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo revengers hcs #headwalls in sanzu

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tortilla-of-courage · 3 years

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out of curiosity which kinds of favorite foods do u headcanon for each link :0

hmmmm

Sky: everyone headcanons he loves ANYTHING with pumpkin. and i share that too. but also i think he'd love sweets? like they're in Four's Hyrule looking through all the shops and he walks by a candy vendor, and when he asks Four what those are almost the entire chain looks at him like he's grown a second head (Hyrule's in the same spot as him). They make him try different kinds and they instantly becomes one of his favorite genres of food to try in every Hyrule

Four: depends on the mood and the color probably. Red feels like he'd like spicy food and candies (he'd have a trip day with mexican spicy candies). Green would like salty dishes and soup-dipped bread. Blue would prefer grilled meat i think? And Vio would be the kind to always have a bag of varied nuts to snack on. They all like the bread from Hyrule Town's bakery too

Time: I love the idea of him loving milk despite being incredibly lactose intolerant. I think he'd also love carrots, like to the point where you'll find him and Epona taking turns biting the same carrot back in Lon Lon Ranch (but he also shares with Twi's Epona)

Legend: This man would die for apples. like he eats them on the go in aLBW. he likes them in all presentations but nothing beats going outside to his family's apple orchid and biting down on an apple fresh off the tree. I think he'd also enjoy honey (and honeyed apples)

Hyrule: he has eaten many things along the years. some would barely be considered edible. and he's for sure had a lot to try with the Chain (like the candies i mentioned in Sky's point). but don't ask me why i feel like he'd love eggs. fried, boiled - hell he ate one straight from the egg once to Time's horror.

Twilight: this man enjoys his pumpkins too but what he REALLY loves is goat dairy. nothing beats Ordon's goat milk and cheese. he eats all the dairy Time wishes he could eat before Malon physically stops him. the soup he learned to make in Snowpeak is also a favorite of his

Wind: His grandma's soup is number one baby!!! And his grandma's cookies, and his grandma's veggies... anything his grandma makes is a big YES. tho he tried fish while in Lurelin Village once in Wild's Hyrule and they had to stop him from stealing the others' portions

Warriors: he loves the little dry cookies that would sometimes come with the soldier rations back in the War of Eras. his Impa doesn't get how he likes them. besides that he loves anything with chocolate (especially dark chocolate but he's okay with all kinds)

Wild: he loves cake. like if he could that's the only thing he'd make to eat all the time. fruit cake, monster cake... he also loves crepes. His go to foods besides those tho are spicy meat skewers and rice balls (either with meat or crustaceans)

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #veamers #tortilla asks #these were fun to think about

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silver-the-pendejo · 2 years

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Chapter Two

The things were not going well, it had already been 8 hours since the last time they had heard anything about Wind and Fruit, the concern had not diminished, they had to give sleeping potions to Candy, Cloud, Shaunti, Bean, Bestie, Raijin, Cuckie, Li, Nilo, Padoru and Cosmo because they were at the border of having a breakdown,Chill was helping First keeping everyone else calm,Ko was with Time and Warriors making a plan to find and save the Wind and Fruit, Honey was with Legend, Hyrule, Sky and Four, they were passing around and counting supplies, Twilight, Warriors and Puddle were looking at a map and analyzing where would Volga be, and Rosie, Silver and Wild, they disappeared some time ago, but it was normal, they do that sometimes.

“Ok, I'm starting to worry, where the hell is the trio of pyromaniacs?” Ko raised his head and began to look around, trying to find them, especially the gremlin duo, knowing that they could be killing someone or making someone cry, the two options were probable.

“They should be around here, don’t worry too much Ko”. Time patted him on the shoulder, returning his gaze to the pad in which they were writing the plan.

“Sorry for this Time, but you only know Wild, I have known the gremlin duo since 6 months ago, they are capable of going alone to save Fruit and- SHIT!!!!” Ko jumped up from his chair, knocking it to the ground and startling everyone in the room.

“What happened Ko, did you forget to recollect things for your Pepsiman altar?” Honey said jokingly, trying to calm the tense air in the room.

“No, and my altar is not even here Honey, I just think that I know where the pyromaniac group is”

“And where would they be, oh you genius?” Legend said with sarcasm, still salty about his fight with Li and Rosie some hours before.

“Rescuing Wind and Fruit”

“This plan is going to be awesome” Rosie said, standing outside the camp where Volga had Wind and Fruit, the two of the kids were tied to a tree, Fruit having a breakdown and Wind was knocked out, with blood on his forehead.

“Wild, did you bring the explosive arrows?” Silver says, taking out a balero from their backpack, and also a pair of scissors.

“Silver, why do you have scissors on your backpack?”

“Cause you bever know, better kill than cure”

Rosie rolled their eyes at this, accustomed to Silver antics, pulled out a chipote chillón from their backpack, Wild just take out his bow, knowing how powerful the weapons of the duo were.

“Yes, I bring the explosive arrows, but i don’t see any explosive barrel around here, furthermore, if I use a explosive arrow, i can injure Fruit and Wind, so i'm not going to use them” Wild say while taking out normal arrows from his slate, and accommodating them on the bow.

“I'm only not about to make and escene because of it, anyways, EL QUE TENGA MIEDO A MORIR MEJOR QUE NO HUBIERA NACIDOOOO!!” Silver screamed before launching herself to attack the camp, with Rosie and their chipote chillón in the air, and Wild shot the first round of arrows at the bokoblins in the camp.

Volga was about to turn around and attack when the ground was suddenly lifted by the impact of Rosie's hammer on the floor. And then the impact of something against his helmet sent him to the floor and knocked his helmet out of his head, and an arrow passed through his head, killing Volga on the spot.

“That was easy, and Warriors says that he was one of the most powerful opponents he fought” Rossie says, throwing their hammer to the last bokoblin alive.

“That’s the power of the pyromaniac group” Wild starts walking to where Fruit and Wind were tied, taking out a dagger from his slate to cut the rope.

“You better don’t cut them, I think we are in enough problems without causing them more damage”

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“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ALSO LOST OTHER TWO KIDS?!?!?” Candy was hysterical again, because the moment she woke up after being asleep thanks to the sleep potion, she found out about Wild, Rosie and Silver being missing. She knows that Wild cand take care of himself, but the other two were much more chaotic.

“I was looking with Time for a way to rescue Fruit and Wind, and when I looked up to look for them, they were gone”

It had already been some time since Ko and the others realized that Wild, Rosie and SIlver were missing, but they couldn’t send anyone to look for them because it was uncertain where they could be, until the doors were opened wide and the trio entered, carrying Wind and Fruit with them.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU THREE BEEN” And Candy start going off in the trio of idiots that decide that saving Wind and Fruit alone was a good idea.

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“So it was Wind’s idea to go explore the city town and he dragged you with him?” Candy asked, checking Fruit for any injury, meanwhile Cloud was preventing Li from killing Legend.

“I KNEW IT, FRUIT IS TO CALM TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS, I KNEW IT WAS WINDS IDEA” Li was thrashing around on Clouds arms, and the others just watched, well everyone except Wild, Rosie, Silver and Time, the last one of them lecturing the other three about no running around without a plan and not doing this things again.

“We know old man, anyways, Warriors remember what you say about Volga being difficult to beat?” Wild say looking at warriors.

“Yeah?”

“We killed him”

“WHAT!?!??” And the lecture started again, but this time Candy join them and left the kids with Hyrule, Padoru and Raijin so they could take care of them

#linked universe au #linkeduniverse #lu four #lu legend #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu sky #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu first #lu time #linked universe fic #Cloud's Hivemind #Chained Hivemind #linked universe #The Yan Timeline

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annie-mit-ie · 3 years

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Glimpses: Part 5 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 / previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: Just a random Morning.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: I’m sorry this is rather short once again, but the middle of the week is usually my busiest time with uni and work and all. @zafirosreverie keeps saying that you guys are most likely happy about every single word posted, so I hope nobody actually minds if some chapters turn out to be a little shorter than others. Besides that: Enjoy! Hope everyone is having a great day!

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It’s been four days since you’ve left the hotel. That’s four days in which you haven’t heard from Kathryn. It drives you crazy and gets to you more than you want to admit. You’ve talked to Alex about it and the both of you agreed that she must be very busy right now because there is no reason for her to ghost you. Or is there?

You have to listen to Alex more. She always preaches how worrying doesn’t make any sense. “Worrying only means that you suffer twice, Sweetheart.“, she says and sometimes you feel like that’s the smartest thing someone has ever told you.

It’s time to pace up and down in your room, again. Your phone has become you biggest enemy and you know it’s childish, you really know, but you just wanted all of this to mean something to her, too, and the realization setting in that it doesn't just doesn’t sit right with you. Looking at the clock on the wall, you realize it’s just past 11 and your mom should be back from her shopping spree any minute. You stayed home, even though you had your day off today. But considering your current worries, you just didn't feel like leaving the house.

The problem about all of this is that your dear Kathryn Hahn doesn’t have social media, which is why you have no clue what’s happening in her life right now, at all. But then again, there is not much happening lately, anyway, so how much could there be to tell you? Wandavision just aired and she had lots of press to do, which is now finally calming down again. Good for her.

Your life is boring, too. In between university and work, you’ve got time for an occasional movie night with Alex over Facetime here and there, but other than that everything is going kinda slow right now. On second thought, though, how boring can life be when you literally just met your favorite actress? Ironic, that you’ve met her before you’ve met Alex. Online friendships are wild.

A noise right outside of your window grabs your attention and you move your blinds to check on it. It’s a beautiful summer day, the sky is blue, the bluest kind and the clouds up there are so tiny and fluffy, it reminds you of little pieces of cotton candy. You keep your blinds closed all day in summer since it gets pretty hot in LA and, coming from upstate, you don’t enjoy that as much as the locals. Looking straight down in front of your house, you see your mom, who is just arriving home, about to unpack groceries from the back of her car. Tossing your phone onto your bed, you run downstairs to lend her a helping hand.

Your mom, a sweet lady with dark hair and loving eyes, is very thankful as you appear at the front door and plants a short kiss on your temple before handing her bags to you. “Thank you, dear.“ You smile. It has always been just your mom and you and the relationship you guys were having is great. Even though you don’t agree on everything, life with her is easy and you feel at peace knowing she is around. In a way, your mom is your best friend, too.

When you came out to her, just a while back, she wasn’t shocked or anything, no, quite the opposite actually. After you told her all about it, it felt like she was loving you just a tad bit more for truly being you. She actually supports you in everything you do. Thinking about that, you squint your eyes trying not to cry, since it is still making you very emotional.

You place the bags on the counter and help her sort through them to put the groceries away. “Thank you so much, Y/N.“

She walks past you and shortly places her hand on your forearm as she puts her bag down on a kitchen chair.

Your home is more than big enough for the both of you. The ground floor is pretty much an open space with a beautiful white marble-colored kitchen that leads into a living room that is characterized by a large mint green couch, a little darker than the mint green color that fills the walls. There is a small electronic fire place in the corner and a rather big tv is hanging on the wall. Scanning the place, your heart fills with warmth as you remember the endless hours you have spent with your mom sitting on that very couch, watching classics after classics. Movies really are your kind of thing.

Your mom sees the way you look at the space. “It’s time for another movie night soon, isn’t it, Hon?“ You nod eagerly and wrap her in a big hug.

“Yes Mom! Let’s watch something on Friday, I would love that! Your choice of movie!“ You're beaming.

Lately, with all the work and school stuff you have going on and the time you spend online, you feel like you are losing touch with your mom a little, even though you try to eat dinner with her every single night.

Looking at your mom, you can tell how happy it makes her that you're actively making time for her. She looks at you a little too long, though. You can tell she is trying to read you by the way her eyebrow is raised, just a little, and the fact that she is holding on to the kitchen counter with one hand has her knuckles turn a little too white. Neither of you says anything as if she is waiting for you to come forward. You don’t. She sighs.

“Are you alright, Honey?“ You mom lets go of the counter and faces you directly.

For a moment, you think about if you should tell her. But tell her what? About how you have met Kathryn and, essentially, spent a night with her? You can’t. After all, Kathryn is still a stranger and she would be so mad if she knew. But at the same time your mom and you share anything and everything, so you might very well just go for it.

You consider your options, but the fact that Kathryn hasn’t contacted you yet holds you back. If it was a one time thing, she really doesn’t need to know and worry about it all. You don’t want her to worry. You opt for the option not to spill and shoot her a forced smile “It’s fine, Mom. I’m just tired and missing Alex. That’s all. As always.“

She nods and you can tell that she doesn’t fully believe you by the look she has on her face. Her eyes give away so much, you got this from her. Hiding things from other people really isn’t your best trait. But then again, you don’t want it to be. Honesty is very important to you, always has been, which is why your friendship with Alex works so well, because she is an open book ready for you to read at any given moment.

You remember the time and the fact that Alex is probably on her way to bed right now. She didn’t have the best day and you want to talk to her, just for a few minutes, before she drifts off to sleep. You tell your mom and, of course, she completely understands and tells you to just be back downstairs in an hour latest to have lunch with her. Planting a short kiss on her cheek, you grab a drink from the counter and make your way upstairs, already trying to remember where you put your phone.

It’s easier to find than you expect. When you open the door, the room is still set in darkness, the sun just barely finding its way through the blinds, but the phone, lit up by a notification that’s just coming in, illuminates the space around your bed.

Thinking it must be Alex, who is shooting her daily after-work-update your way, you jump onto your bed, kicking down half of the pillows and blankets on it in the process. You catch your favorite one, a light colored fall blanket with orange pumpkins on it, right before it touches the floor. Thank God, you think, as you pile it under your chin to use it as a pillow while you reach for your phone.

Alex had indeed texted you, but not just now. The notification lighting up your phone consisted of a picture. A platter with nicely decorated breakfast on it is looking at you, a pool (on what looks like a roof top) in the background. The caption is short, nothing special, but to you it means the world.

„This made me think of you. xx K.“

#kathryn hahn #kathryn Hahn x Reader #Kathryn Hahn fan fiction #Kathryn Hahn x you #groupie #groupie au

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ijwrsmff · 3 years

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Can I please request the entire fluff alphabet for Shuichi Saihara? He's a big comfort character of mine. Love ya Fi!

I got you boo! Love you too! Hope you like this! Fixed so it’s under the cut!

A-Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

Shuichi loves to spend any time with his s/o that he can. He’ll be content no matter what you’re doing, as long as he’s with you. He likes to take turns picking what you do, sometimes you pick, sometimes he does. He usually picks to do something relaxing, like going on a picnic or watching a movie together.

B-Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Shuichi admires passion above all else. It doesn’t matter what it is you’re passionate about, but he will be behind you to support you the whole way. As long as you’re happy? Nothing else matters.

C-Comfort (how would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack/etc.?)

He will ask if it’s okay to touch you (because he knows sometimes physical touch can make things worse) and if you say he can, he’ll run his fingers through your hair and alternate between rubbing your shoulders and playing with your hair. He keeps the touches simple, so you know there’s no ulterior motives behind it, and stay with you until the sad times/panic attack has dispersed.

D-Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o?)

He wants to build a future with you, and plans to work hard to do so. He is passionate about being a detective, and wants to help you find what you’re passionate about too, aiming to help you go into your field of choice.

E-Equal (are they the dominant one in their relationship or are they more passive?)

Shuichi is rather passive, he’ll take control only if he thinks it’s needed, otherwise he lets you run the show.

F-Fight (would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?)

Depending on the severity of the fight, he could forgive them immediately, or it could take some time. If he hasn’t forgiven you, he’ll still spend time with you but it would be strained. Once he forgives you (and himself for letting the fight get so bad) he’d come to you with your favorite flowers and candy and ask that you forgive him too.

G-Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?)

Everything you do for him does not go unnoticed. He’s very observant, and whatever it is you do for him (ranging from getting him books to read relating to his field, or helping him study for school) he thanks you. With kisses if you’re alone, or a simple “thank you, I love you” when there are others present.

H-Honesty (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?)

Shuichi will tell you anything if you ask. If you don’t ask, he’ll take it as a sign you don’t want to talk about it, and that’s okay too. He usually keeps work related things a secret for your own wellbeing and safety, but if you ask about details of work he’ll tell you. He doesn’t like to keep things from his s/o and tries to be as open as possible when he’s able to do so.

I-Inspiration (Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?)

You gave him a better outlook on life. Working as a detective...he sees the worst of the worst there is out there. He wouldn’t admit to it, but working as a detective made him look at the world through skeptical eyes. But you give him hope, a chance to look at the future positively.

J-Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

Shuichi doesn’t often get jealous. He trusts you, so unless someone is very openly flirting with you and making advances he doesn’t get too upset about it. But if someone IS making advances he’ll politely come and take your hand to lead you away from the conversation.

K-Kiss (are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?)

Shuichi is a good kisser, because of his enthusiasm. The first kiss you would most likely have to initiate. But once your lips touch he is kissing back with passion. He can never get enough of your kisses, so they happen pretty frequently. But only when you’re alone, he doesn’t care much to kiss in public or when there’s a bunch of other people there.

L-Love confession (how would they confess to their s/o?)

He overthinks things often, so it would take him quite a while to confess in the first place. Chances are...you’d have to confess first. He doesn’t want to confess to someone who doesn’t return his feelings, and have to deal with rejection. But once he does confess, it’s somewhere private. He’ll wear fancier clothes, get you flowers, and something related to your passions.

M-Marriage (do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

He wants to get married, but he’s in no rush to do so. He’s still young, and doesn’t want to feel like he’s rushing into something. You’d probably date for several years before he proposes. When he does, it will be something private, just for the two of you to see. He will want to take pictures of the day leading up to the proposal, so you’ll know something is up.

N-Nicknames (what do they call their s/o?)

Hes not a big fan of nicknames, but he will call you love, sweetie, or honey on special occasions.

O-On cloud nine (what are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)

Shuichi’s Love is obvious to everyone. He stutters around you, and his face will turn a beautiful shade of pink whenever you’re around. If you’re talking directly to him his cheeks may even flush to an almost red color. He expresses his love in the little things. Holding your hand, buying you something you like (for example candy or a game or clothes you’ve expressed interest in), or going on dates of your choice.

P-PDA (are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?)

Shuichi isn’t one to brag, and isn’t big on PDA. He’ll hold your hand in public...but that’s about it. He wants your relationship to stay between you and him. Kissing and anything more intimate is reserved for when you’re alone.

Q-Quirk (some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship?)

He always...ALWAYS knows when something is wrong. It could be the slight change in your posture, or using a different tone of voice, or avoiding certain topics. No matter what, he knows that something is wrong and will do anything in his power to help. Even if it’s just being a shoulder to cry on.

R-Romance (how romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliche or rather creative?)

He isn’t the most romantic in the world, but he’s willing to try anything at least once. You want to go to the fancy new restaurant? He’ll get a reservation. You want to stay in and have a home cooked meal? He can do that too. Whatever you decide you want to do he’s willing to try for you.

S-Support (are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?)

He believes in you 100%. Whatever field you decide you want to go into he’s right there beside you. He’ll help you study, or give you ideas on what project to work on next. Anytime you need his help he’s there to provide it.

T-Thrill (do they need to try out new things to spice up their relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?)

He prefers to keep things routine, but if you expressed the desire to try something new he’s open to that as well. He won’t do anything TOO crazy, but if you persisted he might just try something out of his comfort zone to make you happy.

U-Understanding (how good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

He wants to know as much about you as he can. Over time, he’d get to know everything there is to know about you. Your past, any struggles you’ve been through, or even just your favorite color. He wants to know it all so he can provide help to you when you need it.

V-Value (how important is the relationship to them? What’s it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Work may be a priority, but he places you above it. Once he’s in love? He’d do anything to make you happy. Even if it would mean quitting being a detective. You’re his main priority in life.

W-Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon)

When Shuichi is studying for school, he places you on his lap so he can feel your chest against his. And every once in a while he’ll put his hands on your chin and lead you into a kiss. He revels in the comfort of having your weight on him, and loves the contact, given that you’re alone.

X-Xoxo (are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

Only in private. But the second that door is closed behind you both he pampers you in kisses. Cuddling is one of his favorite things to do, and he often falls asleep in your embrace. He LOVES to be the little spoon, but won’t object to being the big spoon either. As long as he gets to touch you, he’s content.

Y-Yearning (how will they cope when they’re missing their partner?)

He has pictures of all your relationship milestones, and will look to them when you’re gone. They make him reminisce over the good times, and makes him excited to see you again. He’ll keep himself composed until you get back, but plans to give you as many kisses as possible the second you’re back in his arms.

Z-Zeal (are they willing to go to great lengths for their relationship? If so, what kind of?)

Once he’s fallen in love there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. He’d help you however he could, and if you’re having a hard time there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to make you happy again. He’d give you the world if he could, and he makes sure that you know it too.

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #shuichi x reader #Shuichi saihara #Shuichi saihara x reader #danganronpa 3 #x reader #fluff

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sk8 t-word headcanons

So,, episode 10 absolutely killed me!! I was in tears, and I’m so happy for them,,, and scared for episode 11.

Aaaaaanyways..

im a bit embarrassed to post this, but since theres basically no tickling content for them, i guess ill have to make some myself

this ended up being quite a long post haha

LANGA:

- absolute baby

- After hearing him laugh, Reki was definitely obsessed. I can imagine him just straight up asking him if he’s ticklish, and Langa says yes, because he’s oblivious.

- Que Reki tickling the shit outta him. Just taking in his beautiful laughter and cute smile

- Langa doesn’t mind it, as long as its from someone he likes, like Reki, Cherry, Joe, Shadow, or Miya

- gets cheerup tickles from Joe

- It definitely reminds him of good memories of his dad; he might get a bit emotional afterwards, but honestly it only makes him wanna be tickled more

- sides, ribs, armpits, thighs, are all very sensitive, but honestly tickling him anywhere would give him a reaction

- he definitely snorts, and can tolerate a lot of tickling

- As a ler, he probably just stares blankly for the most part, but if someone like Reki gives a cute reaction? God he’ll blush for days, and give a little smile

- laughs along with the lee

- he probably won’t do it too often, but if asked to tickle someone, he would be really chill and do it happily

- not much for teasing, at least not on purpose

- tickles Miya a lot

- gives Reki plenty of kisses when tickling him

- switch

REKI:

- a walking tickle spot

- absolute sunshine boy

- GOD his smile is precious and sweet, and his laugh sounds like honey, he radiates warmth

- I’d say his feet are the most sensitive, anything there will get him screaming

- he likes to laugh, and be close to people he likes. so yes, he definitely likes it

- loves hugs afterwards, no matter if hes lee or ler

- loves ticklish kisses on his neck from Langa

- soft tummy soft tummy

- raspberries make him go wild

- knees and thighs are totally ticklish

- he miiiight provoke people, puts his feet up, even over peoples laps, wears crop tops and stretches his arms up a lot, so his tshirt rides up and all his spots like armpits, sides, and tummy are right out in the open

- definitely gets tickled a lot by Joe or Cherry, for being silly or just because hes cute

- snorts, wheezes, everything. loud, very loud

- silliest most playful ler

- tickles Langa and Miya the most

- tells them how cute they are

- always laughs a long

- rapidly switches spots to get the lee giggling

- lots of verbal teasing

- total switch

- loves tickle fights

- tickles Miya to put the lil shit in his place

JOE:

- hes ticklish in a few places

- ya gotta really dig into his sides, to get sweet giggles

- his hips and neck are probably the most ticklish

- has very loud, bright, handsome, but boyish laughter

- cute and sweet smile

- he isn’t opposed to being tickled, but wouldnt provoke or ask for it... most of the time

- very much a dad to Reki, Langa, and Miya, he always tickles them

- he also tickles cherry a lot when they’re throwing insults and bickering

- but also because he loves hearing cherry laugh and struggle beneath him

- tickling his armpits lightly will turn him into a puddle of giggles

- snoorrttts

- He is definitely more of a ler, and a silly, dadlike, happy ler

-”oh it tickles does it? Here? oh and youre ticklish here as well?! does thiis tickle? wow kid, youre just a bundle of giggles”

- sucker for cute reactions

- stops when hes asked to, mostly

- good at restraining people, because of his strength

- gives the best hugs, in general, but especially after tickling someone

- especially melts when one of the kids disolves into bright, happy, cackles

- gives them a kiss on the forehead or cheek afterward

- pokes everyone, always

- he will find it funny if one of the kids, or even cherry tries to tickle him

- he lets them, but be prepared to get wrecked after

- he probably lets cherry tickle him the most... because he loves getting the attention from him

CHERRY:

- he is veerry ticklish

- he repsonds more to light tickles, harder ones will just hurt

- bratty lee, secretly loves it from Joe, but will never admit that (Joe is already well aware, and thinks its cute af)

- his armpits and belly are most ticklish, but is ticklish everywhere

- restrained, light giggles, until he reaches a certain point, where you get wheezy cackles and belly laughter

- gets very embarrassed when tickled. he also definitely cries of happiness

- kisses/raspberries on his tummy will leave him red, and giggling

- his bellybutton is definitely his worst spot, even blowing on it is enough to send him into hysterics

- he also finds back tickles relaxing, and he’ll giggle a bit. Softly tracing his tummy, is also relaxing, but way more ticklish

- has very ticklish toes

- he definitely provokes Joe to tickle him, by being slightly meaner than usual

- expects a massage and nice meal afterwards lol

- as a ler, he tickles the kids whenever they do something silly or stupid, as punishment

- he might tease them, mainly tells them off. Miya gets tickled for his attitude a lot by him

- he thinks they are adorable, but never shows it. he cares for them deeply :)

- pokes Joe when they bicker, turns into a tickle fight

- he thinks Joe has the sweetest laughter, like music to his ears

- very nimble and precise fingers, absolutely deadly.

- he thinks tickling is foolish, but when he finds out Reki likes it, he starts tickling him a lot more, and secretly thinks its sweet

- always has a small, but kind smile when he tickles people, even if it was as punishment

- although, when he was younger, he would straight up go to Joe, arms in the air, and blush, avoiding eye contact, until Joe figured it out and tickled him

- probs more of a lee

SHADOW:

- yeah he’s definitely ticklish, but he doesn’t let people know that

- basically ticklish everywhere

- he saaays he doesn’t like it, but who knows if thats true

-if its one of the kids, he will let them do it for a second, before tickling them to tears

- mean ler

- lots of taunts, like, ‘are you really gonna let me get ya without a fight?’ or ‘you sure are sensitive!’

- he goes right to their worst spot, loves hearing them scream

- If its with a partner, he definitely likes being tickled, and will melt into a blushy mess if he’s tickled

- sides, feet, thighs, knees, and probably shoulders are ticklish

- has a very goofy laughter, and is a bit embarrassed about it

- he probably almost never tickles Joe or Cherry

-if he found out you like being tickled, you will never hear the end of it.

- he will also tickle you a lot

- ler leaning

MIYA:

- Like I’ve mentioned, he always gets tickled for his attitude

- silly childish laugh

- very loud belly laughs, and screams a lot

- gets tickled the most by everyone

- bright and silly smile

- says he hates it, doesn’t really, but he likes playing mean

- ticklish everywhere, especially ribs and feet

- curls into a ball, and hisses like a cat when poked

- he also pokes others a lot

- he’s practically asking for it, 24/7

- loves to provoke people in every way possible

- he doesn’t tickle people much, but likes wrecking his slimes friends every once in a while

- a lee for sure

- expects candy right after being tickled

- mean and teasy

- he finds out Reki likes tickling, and bullies him for it. He isn’t actually mean about it, as he likes it just as much

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #sk8 tickling #tickle #tickling #tickling headcanons #woo first post #i hope someone enjoys these #this was fun for me to write

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