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♡ 𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Breeder bull San x Dairy farm owner Reader ♡ 𝔖𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You try to make San wait until you've finished working on the farm before giving him your full attention and giving him what he wants so badly. However, you eventually give in to his pouting lips and seductive looks, and end up milking him dry. ♡ 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 / 𝔄𝔲 / 𝔗𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔢: Smut, Hybrids!Au, Established Relationship, Dairy farm!AU ♡ ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ 𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 5.3 k ♡ 𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: Soft!San, Soft!reader, hyperspermia, impregnation kink, breeding kink, cum play, cock worship, nipple play, nipple licking, pussy rubbing, come inflation, pet names, dirty talk, hand job, praise kink, milking, masturbation, cock milking, wet and dirty, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and more. ♡ net: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity ♡ 𝔄|𝔑: Well, my sugar bunnies, welcome to the new Dairy Farm universe from me, where you'll find all kinds of hot, insatiable breeder bulls who can't wait to feed you their thick, sweet cream. I didn't plan on writing a full-length, but that's what happened. So, I hope you have lots of fun playing with soft, needy breeder bull San.

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𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 ����𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉 - Your love makes all this possible

“Mmm... Chagiya, could you... please? I need it so badly. Please, milk me... I'll behave nicely, I promise you, Chagi...' The soft, whimpering notes were easily discernible in San's honey-sweet voice, thick and viscous as golden syrup. He shuffled up beside you, impatiently shifting from foot to foot and almost childishly charmingly crumpling the dense, rough fabric of his baggy, dark blue denim jumpsuit in his large, sweat-slightly damp palms.

One of the wide straps of his overalls, decorated with a big metallic heart-shaped buckle, had completely slipped off his broad, sturdy shoulder, exposing his bulky, well-muscled chest and clearly defined abs, tempting you to touch him and run your hand over his superb body to feel the soft smoothness and pleasantly lingering warmth of his sun-kissed skin, glistening with a thin veil of fragrant cocoa oil and sweat apparent from the stifling heat of the barn.

Even though you asked the boys more than once to leave the barn doors and windows ajar to let the pulsating heat that had built up in the room dissipate a little, all your requests fell on deaf ears, as it seemed that the bulls were thoroughly enjoying the thick haze of hot air which enveloped their bodies like a second skin and made them sweat, causing them to resemble honey-glazed doughnuts.

“Sannie.” You exhale with a certain weariness when your big, hot-in-every-sense boy wraps his large arms around your waist and pulls you towards him until you can feel the hollow, rhythmic beating of his heart against your back. As soon as you are in his arms, San immediately buries his flushed, pretty face in your neck, breathing in your soft, creamy scent deeply and letting out a loud, satisfied hum. “Baby, I've still got a lot to do today...” You wanted to sound as strict as possible, but instead, your voice trembles with gradually increasing excitement as San's little kitty tongue starts to caress the delicate, thin skin on your neck, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind.

Your reaction does not go unnoticed by him, and with a quiet, sobbing moan, San pushes his strong, muscular thighs into you, pressing his huge, rock-hard length against the softly plush flesh of your pretty bubble butt for a moment, letting you fully feel how desperately he needed your attention and touch.

Your handsome breeder bull had been following you around all day, constantly begging for your affection, and this even might have been quite endearing, especially considering how adorable San was. With his natural strawberry-coloured blush, shiny with saliva, sweetly pouty rose-coloured lips, and moist, sultry gaze, he was a real eye candy, and maybe on any other day, you would have given San absolutely everything he wanted without a second thought, if only you weren't so busy today trying to clean up the barn he shared with your other stud bulls, Mingi and Hongjoong.

But, much to your disappointment, San seemed to be particularly persistent today and wanted to have you all for himself, although this was not surprising, since, like any other stud bull at full maturity and ready for insemination, he required a higher level of caring and more frequent sexual service.

Therefore, he constantly distracted you from your work, perhaps not as insistently and passionately as Mingi or Joong usually did, but his soft whining and pouting pink lips, to say the least, made it very difficult for you to concentrate on the tasks at hand.

"I really, really want this...' San's moist, feverishly hot breath spreads across your skin with every word he utters, causing it to tingle and crawl with goosebumps. “Please...' He gently rubs his incredibly beautiful face against your shoulder in a bid to tempt you, which strangely reminds you of a certain black fox with the most mesmerising asymmetrical eyes and a heavy, velvety gaze. Though you shouldn't be too surprised at the way San has picked up some of Wooyoung's mannerisms really quickly, since the two of them have been completely inseparable lately.

Another long, sugary whimper, accompanied by a shower of air kisses, makes you exhale in defeat. You raise one of your hands and run your fingers through the messy, fluffy hair of your handsome breeder. This causes San to let out a loud, satisfied hum, thrusting his hips into you again in an attempt to push his impressive, thick length between your plump buttocks.

Perhaps by this point, San was feeling himself a little on edge, but how could he not when his fat, ten-inch cock from the very morning desperately wanted your attention. His massive girth twitched and throbbed in the confining tightness of his briefs, copiously leaking with pre-cum and yearning to be fondled and milked to dryness, and his testicles were so heavy and swollen with milky, thick sperm that now it was starting to make him feel physically uncomfortable. San was in desperate need of some kind of pressure relief; otherwise, he might just lose control and explode from the sheer arousal.

"Very well, San, you have won. Let's take care of you, my big boy. Go and get yourself ready for me, baby.' You didn't have to tell him twice, because as soon as those words flew from your soft, kissable lips, San left one last wet smack on your shoulder and let you out of his grip.

He was almost vibrating with excitement as he quickly made his way to the large, soft pile of freshly cut hay at the back of the barn, impatiently pulling off his jumpsuit, which he had grown tired of.

Usually, you preferred to milk your sexy stud bulls in a more intimate and comfortable setting, giving them only the best and highest quality service, but it seems that now you will have to adapt to the circumstances. However, judging by how satisfied San looked, sprawled out in a cloud of golden, sweet-smelling hay, he didn't care much whether you milked him in the midst of luxurious plush pillows on your bed or in a sensual steam bath; the main thing was that he could finally feed you with his milky, rich sperm.

San impatiently fidgets in his spot, thrusting his potent, muscular thighs upwards invitingly to draw your attention to the massive bulge in his teensy boxers, which were completely soaked from the copious amounts of pre-cum gushing out of him. The white cotton fabric was almost transparent, clinging to his body like a second skin and perfectly outlining the contour of his luscious ten-inch cock and big, velvety testicles. And you can't help but notice the swollen, reddened head peeking fully out from under the wide, elasticated elastic of his briefs.

The sight is so seductive that your mouth immediately fills with saliva, and you unconsciously lick your lips, as if you were hoping to taste the creamy, lavish flavour of his sperm, which flows profusely from the tiny, throbbing slit at the plump, rounded tip of his cock.

Watching all this, you also make a mental note to yourself to get San some new underwear, as it seems that his current one no longer accommodates his massive size. All of your boys were luxurious, purebred bull inseminators, and each of them were extremely gifted in terms of the size of their cocks and copious amounts of sperm production, which was considered very prestigious and valuable in the dairy farming business.

And you were undoubtedly proud to be the owner of such magnificent male specimens as San, Mingi and Hongjoong.

You purposely don't rush to approach him, taking your sweet time, and with deliberate slowness you finish folding their freshly laundered clothes, which frustrates San so much that he lets out a loud, needy moan, impatiently wiggling his hips and arching his back a bit.

"Chagi, please hurry up. I need this so badly..." San whimpered pitifully, throwing his head back and pushing his hips upwards in an unsuccessful attempt to get his much-desired relief.

A slight smug smile touches your plump, strawberry-kissable lips as you hear him whine loudly, and you won't lie, saying it doesn't turn you on. You know it won't be long before San stops acting like this, once he understands how to deal with his insatiable libido and how to behave when he needs to get laid or milked. You also have no doubt that Mingi and Hongjoong will quickly convey to San the concept that you are, among other things, their inbred heifer and as your breeder, he can take you whenever he wants. So, you should take your sweet time and enjoy that kind of San while you have the opportunity.

“Well, well, big boy, just give me one more minute...” You coo sweetly, placing the colourful patchwork blanket with the rest of the folded items before finally walking over to the young bull, who is clearly impatient, and kneeling down beside him.

The soft, grassy aroma of hay and wildflowers mixed with San's natural spicy-musky scent immediately invades all your senses, enveloping you like a blanket as soon as you're near him. Unconsciously you take a deep breath, covering your eyes in pleasure as the lush, intoxicating scent settles in your lungs and makes your head spin.

For a moment you wonder if your bulls might be releasing pheromones to attract potential partners to mate, like Wooyoung or your precious twin bunnies, Hwa and Seonghwa do, or if it was something to do with the enzyme that is produced when they produce sperm, but either way, you always got too soft, needy, and embarrassingly wet between your legs in the presence of one of your bulls.

You run your hand lightly over San's crotch, feeling his massive bulge twitching and pulsing beneath your touch. Even this slight contact causes a new, copious amount of viscous, clear fluid to spurt out of the swollen, tiny slit on the angrily reddened, rounded head, making even more mess on the toned muscles of his sculpted abs and soaking into the already wet and sticky fabric of his boxers, which encased his amazingly thick, erect dick to the point where you could easily see the seductive contours of the swollen veins stretching along its velvety length.

‘Just look at you, pretty boy.’ You begin sweetly, gently groping the delicious hardness of his impressive cock with your fingers. "You've already made such a huge mess, and I haven't even touched you properly. Tell me, did you think about me all that time?' Your words float in the air as you run the pad of your thumb over the swollen tip, spreading the viscous pre-cum over it and causing a noticeable shiver to run through his glorious, lean body.

'Y-yes, yes... I am always thinking about you.' San whimpers, giving you a heavy, lust-filled look from beneath his long, fluffy eyelashes. ‘About how much I want to breed you and feed you my cum. Please, Chagi, I want it so bad." He says, arcing his back, tipping his head back and exposing his long, seductive neck to you, with a scattering of star-freckles along the left side, at the same time pushing his hips up slightly in an attempt to get more of your touch.

'How can I refuse you when you ask me so prettily?'

It would seem that San couldn't feel more turned on, but the way you say those words while hooking your fingers into the wide elastic of his boxers ignites a new flame of lust beneath his sweat-damp golden skin. Uninterrupted, convulsive gasps and sobs of 'please' and 'thank you' come off his naturally pouty, plump lips as he fidgets impatiently in his spot.

You say nothing, figuring he's had enough patience for today. Instead, you slowly pull down his soaked briefs, finally exposing his attention-seeking cock from the tight shackles of his underwear. As the white, sticky fabric gathers beneath his luscious buttocks, San lifts his hips up for you so that you can more easily remove his briefs, causing his thick length to slap against his perfectly sculpted abs with a loud, wet sound, splashing heavy, thick drops of pre-cum across his chiselled muscles.

The thick, velvety length was fiercely reddened and covered in a thick layer of pre-sperm, like the most exquisitely decadent treat prepared just for you. His big, heavy balls were fuller and tighter than usual, giving a clear sense of how much cum he was ready to be given you.

You heavily swallow, feeling the saliva build up in your mouth and how the warm, viscous mucus flowing out of your little, plump pussy, moistening your silky folds and making your simple, cotton panties uncomfortably wet and sticky to the touch.

Once again you made realise that no matter how many times you saw their cocks, you would never cease to be in awe of how amazingly gifted and voluptuousness your gorgeous bulls were. You always have exquisite pleasure you derived from the warm weight of their testicles and members against your tongue and palm, although this was in no way comparable to the profound satisfaction you felt when they filled your pussy and tight, perky ass to the brim.

Or maybe you're just a huge slut for a good cock, and San definitely has one. His cock was so damn beautiful, so incredibly thick, juicy and wiry, all glistening from copious streams of pre-cum leaking from the swollen, reddened head and flowing down the length, dirtying his big testicles and pooling between his plump, plush buttocks.

There was so much to look at, so much to play with, lick, suck, drink and choke on — so much to worship. And that is exactly what you are going to do right now, though.

Once his underwear was off, you tossed it aside so that it wouldn't get tangled in your arms and focused all your attention on his eager cock. The useless piece of translucent cloth landed on the floor with an embarrassingly loud squelching sound, reminding you once again of how aroused San was and how badly he needed to be milked.

'You look so stunning.' You breathe out with amazement. Unable to resist, you run your hand over San's naked, heated body, lovingly stroking his strong, meaty thighs and the textured of his belly and broad, muscular chest before sliding your hand down and touching him where San wants it most. Long strands of pre-cum tug at your fingertips as you slide them along his massive length, feeling how damn hard and tense he was. Vision is so lewd that it makes you want put your fingers in your mouth to taste him, but for now you decide to save that for later.

‘Please don't tease me...’ San begs you, pleadingly. "I promise I won't disappoint. I have so much cream for you...' A deep berry blush flashes across his cheeks as he finishes speaking.

'I don't doubt it, darling. I know how much you can give me, because you're such a good boy.'

"Only your good boy." San corrects you, sinking his teeth into his plump bottom lip as you stop your teasing caresses and instead wrap your palm completely around his big, firm shaft. Due to his impressive girth, your fingers can barely close together, leaving a couple of centimetres of space between them.

The filthy, perverted sight makes your pulse quicken, and you squirm in your seat, trying to squeeze your thighs tighter in an attempt to ease the pressure that has begun to build up between your legs. As you move, the soft cotton of your plain panties rubs lightly against your sensitive clitor and a low, lingering moan escapes your lips. The enthusiastic reaction of your body to this was making you roll your eyes because even as a whiny, aching mess, San had so much power over you.

You slowly guide your hand upwards from the thick, swollen base to the sensitive head, circling the tender, moist flesh with the pad of your thumb before making a movement in the opposite direction while turning your wrist in a circle to double the stimulation.

The perfect muscles on San's stomach tense like steel ropes as he arches his back and pushes his golden, muscular thighs upward, looking for more. His eyes roll up with pleasure, and his mouth opens in a long, jerky moan that sounds unlike anything else you've ever heard from him before. It's something beyond, straight out of raw, high-quality porn – a hot, slutty, lust-filled, needy sound that sounds like something between a sweet sob and a low, deep mooing. A sound that is wanted to be swallowed right out of his beautiful, soft mouth.

‘Feeling good, baby?’ You ask, looking at San's flushed, sweat-damp face with a few strands of his long hair stuck to it. Damn, he already looks completely fucked, with his cat-like eyes half-closed and unfocused, full of voluptuous, languid lust; his naturally pouty lips are slightly parted, with a small trickle of saliva hanging from the corner; and his fluffy hair is dishevelled, with a few golden hay straws stuck to it.

‘Yeah, so fucking good...’ San's eyes roll back in pleasure as he throws his head back, breathes hard and wheezes as you change your pace and move to softer, slower strokes. 'You make me feel so good!' He thrusts his powerful, muscular thighs roughly, driving his dick insistently into your fist, making his heavy, straining testicles slap against your hand every time he thrusts his magnificent hips upwards. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, wet and sticky, sends a burning shiver of arousal down your spine. You feel how a new, copious stream of mucus gushing from your cunt makes your pretty panties soaked through, and you won't be surprised if you soon start dripping through the fabric. ‘More, please, give me more...’ Another loud whimper from San cuts through the thick, stuffy air of the barn, and you chuckle slightly at it.

Nevertheless, you speed up the movements of your hand on his cock, jacking the massive length at a fast pace and slowing down only to fondle the thick, swollen head and smear pre-cum around it. With your other hand, you slide between his spread thighs and cup his velvety, large ones in your palm, shaking them a few times to get a feel of their fullness and weight before you begin to gently massage, doubling his pleasure.

The contrast between the roughness and speed with which you jerk him off and the gentleness and sensuality with which you caress his balls drives San crazy. His heavy, big cock twitches in your grip; the tempting thick veins pulse at your touch; and more and more pre-sperm drips from the blood-filled head. The transparent, pearly fluid drips downwards, creating small, glistening pools in the deep crevices of his sculpted, strong abs. As you move your hand along his length, the sound of your palm pressing against his flesh is accompanied by a disgustingly loud, squelching noise.

“You're doing so well, Sannie. So fucking good for me.' You praise him sweetly, knowing full well how much your gorgeous bull desires your praise. It was no secret that all hybrids, no matter how dominant, were attention whores, always desperate to be showered with compliments.

And San is fully justifying it, sobbing sweetly and shaking his head from side to side as he tries to cope with the onslaught of pleasure washing over his entire body like a tidal wave.

You feel so powerful in that moment, watching your strong, powerful, passionate bull fall apart for you, whimpering pitifully and moaning relentlessly.

You can feel his cum-filled balls clenching rhythmically under your touch, letting you know that he is close to orgasm. On any other day, you would play with him for as long as he could stand it, stretching out the pleasure and turning it into exquisite torture, but today you have no intention of denying him, considering he has been following you around like a puppy dog since this morning.

“Fuck, yeahhhh... Please don't stop... I'm so damn close...” He whimpers.

“Mmm, yeah, that's it, baby. Cum for me, pretty boy. I want your sweet cream.” You coo, pressing the pad of your thumb against the sensitive spot at the base of his cock and squeezing his tender scrotum in your palm, knowing full well that drives San crazy. 'Come on, big boy. Show me how much you like it...'

The thrusts and jiggles of his thick, meaty thighs become more and more erratic and inconsistent, and his sobs become louder and shrill. Your hand clenches a little tighter around his cock, eliciting another gasping, shuddering moan from San, pushing him to the edge of pleasure with each passing second.

'You want to be a good boy for me, don't you, baby?'

‘Mmmm... I am a good boy.” Whimpers, San. His gorgeous body shakes with faint convulsions of ecstasy, his cock twitches, and you hold your breath as you see the first milky drops of his cum begin to spurt from his tip.

“That's right, baby.” You hum, squeezing the warm, velvety testicles tighter in the palm of your hand. ‘And you know what a good boy would do?’ You ask.

‘W-what?’ San barely whispers to you. He barely opens his cloudy eyes, heavy with lust and pleasure, to look at you, and his expression is nothing but desire.

'He would cum for me.'

You jerk his cock a few more times before it collapses completely for you, beginning to spew out all his accumulated frustration from the day with a loud, low mooing, and thick, milky jets of semen spurting haphazardly over his taut, flat stomach and muscular, heaving chest from his heavy, hoarse breathing.

His heavy, meaty pecs rise and fall under the weight of his hoarse moans, beckoning you to run your tongue over them and taste the sweet brackishness of his sweaty skin and the rich creaminess of his sperm that is covering it right now.

“Ahhhhhh... fuck...”

The sight of decadent, copious streams of creamy liquid pouring out of his swollen, lollipop-shiny cock head wave after wave makes your pretty, plump pussy involuntarily clench, sending jolts of intense pleasure straight into your heated, quivering core, making your small, slippery, aroused pussy clench with the desire to be filled by the thick cock and fucked hard, until your hole is swollen and red and his cum starts flowing out of you like a waterfall.

Sweet moans of your name and pathetic ‘more’ and ‘please’ are the only sounds he can make right now. His thick, strong thighs shake and jiggle, desperate to give you everything he's got, thrusting quickly and haphazardly into your hand as he cum drenches everything around him with his semen.

So beautiful is all you can say, mesmerised by the sight of him reliving his orgasm, falling apart under your hot touch.

San looks as if his soul has left his body, relaxing into a fluffy cloud of hay and covering his gorgeous feline eyes tiredly. He feels completely boneless and fucked, but nevertheless his cock is still hard and hungry for attention, and his balls are full of cum, even though his entire abs and broad chest are covered in his thick cream.

You take your hand off his cock, instead lifting it up and running your fingertips along his neck and burrowing into his hair, lightly massaging his scalp, which makes San let out a low satisfied moo, leaning harder into your touch, still trying to get his breathing back to normal and calm down a little from the powerful orgasm he's experienced.

A few moments pass like this before lingering sparks of arousal begin to tingle his skin again, and he thrusts his hips upwards, opening his heavy eyes to look at you.

‘More, I need more... Still so full...’ He exhales, his eyelids fluttering rapidly and his lips folding into a sweet, adorable pout.

‘You're so greedy, Sannie. You don't think so? You just can't put up with what you're given, asking for more and more.’ You ask with feigned reproach, and San can't hold back a whimper, shamefully turning his ruddy face aside, feeling hot embarrassment spill under his skin. That doesn't stop him from wiggling his hips lecherously, though, urging you to return the caress. From this movement, his hard cock slaps loudly and wetly against his stomach while spurting out another load of rich semen.

‘I can't help it... I want you so bad...’ Whimpers San, looking up at you with a moist, pleading look. He looks so cute, yet lecherous, all sweaty and flushed, with still warm traces of cum covering his stunning, sexy body, and this contrast makes you absolutely weak before his charms.

‘If that's what you want, baby.’

You take your hands off him, making San whimper at the loss of contact, and rise to your feet to unbutton your beautiful linen sundress adorned with a delicate floral print embroidered with silk thread. As you peel off your currently useless piece of wardrobe along with your soaked panties, you toss it all aside before climbing onto your hot, temperamental breeder bull, saddling his hips and resting your hands on his firm, muscular chest.

Your plump, eager pussy slid over his deliciously hard cock, pressing it against San's belly, and you could see how his handsome, sculpted face melted with pleasure. His hands automatically rested on your buttocks, roughly squeezing your juicy, plush flesh in his big, wide palms as his powerful thighs thrust up, begging you to move. This sudden movement made your hips jerk slightly, causing your pussy to only press harder against him, forcing your swollen labia to spread lustfully around his thick girth.

‘Calm down, big boy! I won't be able to give you what you want if you keep acting like this.’ You slap his chest lightly, making the firm, warm flesh quiver slightly as you struggle to stay on top of him.

San immediately freezes, making a low, guilty mooing noise and silently pleading with you with his gorgeous, half-lidded feline eyes, in which you can still detect a slight post-orgasmic haze.

Slowly, you press your crotch against him, feeling the intense heat of his cock pleasantly warming your silky, tender cunt. Your soft petal folds, sticky against his hot, velvety length, stimulating you in the best of all ways.

‘Please...Move on...’ San begs you, digging his fingers aggressively into your buttocks, making your tender skin blush and tingle violently. He fidgets impatiently beneath you, trying to get you on his cock, whimpering loudly as your swollen clit clings to the sensitive edge of his head.

San's desire is so obvious – still as passionate, painfully strong and insatiable, even though he had already had a powerful orgasm just a few minutes ago.

‘Behave yourself, San.’ You grip his big pecs with a little more roughness than necessary, squeezing the soft, firm flesh slippery with a mixture of cum, sweat and fragrant cocoa oil, scratching his gorgeous golden skin with your nails, leaving long red streaks on it. He moans pitifully, obediently freezing in his seat and giving you a moist, apologetic look from under his long, fluffy eyelashes. ‘That's it, big boy.’ As a reward for obedience, you lean forward, wrapping your plump, sensual lips around the sugar-brown flesh of his hardened nipple, beginning to roughly suck on it, occasionally biting and lightly tugging the sensitive bud with your teeth.

A loud, slutty moan escapes his throat, and you can feel his thick, heavy cock spurting semen and throbbing beneath your wet, lewdly open cunt.

When you finish fondling his tits, running your tongue over his right nipple one last time, they look so swollen and inflamed – just the way San likes it. Of all your bull breeders, San's tits were the most prominent, something he was undoubtedly proud of, always shamelessly flaunting them on display. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't corner you, urging you to milk him, because the only thing that could compare to the divine feeling of your sweet, tight cunt stretching around his cock was the feeling of your hot, wet mouth caressing his tits.

You push away from him, returning to your previous position where you towered over us, sitting on his hips, and concentrating on his cock again. You gently rotate your hips, rubbing your pussy against the massive, oozing shaft, slowly and insistently squeezing it out. With each movement, your swollen, aroused clit makes contact with the warm, velvety skin on his cock, stimulating you both in the most amazing way. His cum mixed with your juices made sliding in easy and smooth, and the tangible, hot throbbing intensified the sensation.

Without stopping the movement of your hips for a second, you remove one of your hands from his chest and instead encircle the head of his cock, rubbing it with your palm. As soon as you touch his sensitive tip, a wave of warm, creamy cum pours into your hand, seeping through your fingers and dripping onto his taut stomach and tense, muscular thighs.

It doesn't take long for San to cum a second time.

His big hands clutching your buttocks with force, as if it were the only thing keeping him conscious while he gasped and long mooed, wriggling his whole body in a pile of fragrant hay from every twist of your dainty hand on his supersensitive, swollen head. From every sliding movement of your stunning, sweet cunt on his cock. From how you slightly changed the direction of your hips, trying out a new angle that your swollen, sensitive clit rubbed against the velvety, swollen veins on his huge length. And this pleasurably painful, continuous stimulation makes your whole body quiver and moan so incredibly lustful and dirty.

And of course from every tiny bit of praise that flies off your tongue.

San's grip becomes painfully tight, so tight that you're sure it will leave behind inky black bruises on your skin, and his hips twitch so hard that it's enough to throw you off him if he didn't hold you down.

You can feel his cock swell even more beneath you, throbbing hotly, and you barely have time to remove your hand from his thick head before thick, milky jets of his semen spurt onto his large, meaty chest and stomach. The whimpering sound he makes as he pours his cum all over himself was high and needy. The warm liquid spread over San's golden muscles in copious creamy streams, filling his navel, the hollows of his abs, and even coating his inflamed, swollen nipples. A few isolated drops fall onto his face and his ajar lips, which he immediately licks with his tongue to taste himself.

‘Fuck...’ San exhales, leaning back tiredly against the haystack. His hands go limp on your buttocks before falling exhaustedly to the sides of his body, and he covers his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

‘So, baby, are you satisfied, or...?’ You gently touch the tiny slit on the head of his cock with the pad of your thumb, causing a stream of cum to immediately spurt out. ‘Or do you still want more, Sannie?’ You smirk, feeling his hips quiver beneath you from overstimulation, but still, he instinctively pushes upwards, trying to push his cock into your pretty, wet hole.

‘I think I'm still not getting enough...’ San replies to you, making a sharp, unexpected jerk and flipping you over onto your back, dropping you into a fluffy pile of hay and trapping you between it and his hot, sweaty body. ‘I still have enough cream so I can feed your sweet pussy, Chagi.’

❣ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ❣ Part I @tiny-apocalypse @captain-joongz @alicedawitchbish @woohwababes @wlv-asteria @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisprincesss @lavishloving @teagietots @spooo00oky @sousydive @hwapou @bunnliix @softwsan @mjyungi @fantasy2wonderland @noirsfantasy @cassies-cookies @renaholicss @luffypants @hyukssunflower @watermelon2319 @peachygiku @bunnyxoxodarling @stolasisyourparent @soranosnowbunny @certifiedmoa @sanglix @slvtiny @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @hecateslittlewitchling @xxawl @pastellbunno @starlletsblog @seonghwasstar @hwanring @vtyb23 @pearltinyy @minjaeum @chasevixx @bomi-ja @onedumbho3 @sanglix @cursedeastern @itza-meee @pinkies-things @atinism @mxnsxngie @nenefix-on @therealcuppicake @annafeebou @sharksandminhos @@lixies-pixieboy @@vampzity @0rangemilk @yellow-foxxing @claimmeyourprincess

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[nightingale-prompts]

The Eldritch Coffeehouse-DCxDP prompt-part 2(I guess)

Part 1

Elle had a way of convincing people. Like how she convinced Damian Wayne that they were now best friends and to come over to her family's business after-school.

Damian was only going along with this because of the prodding of his family to make friends. This wasn't something that came easy to him as no one would understand him. But Nightingale had been more understanding than most in his life. She was very...nice. She had these big ideas that always went ahead of her and plans that were larger than life. She always had too much energy and found it hard in school to get it out. Naturally, she was head of the track team but she'd always complain about wanting to join the music club.

Jon had met her once while trying to sneak up on them at the end of the day. She pinned him in a triangle chokehold until Damian called her off. Damian didn't call her off immediately though.

She was still more apologetic than he liked.

"I can make it up to you guys. Let's go to my family's café! We can eat ourselves sick on pastries and cake! My brother should still be making hot chocolate right now!" She told them.

Damian was nice enough to tell Dick where he was going and to not wait up. Alfred was already in the car in front of the school and drove the three to the...graveyard?

"Thank you Mister Pennyworth! Do you want to join us?" Elle asked loudly but politely.

Alfred accepted graciously and agreed to stay for a cup of tea before heading back. He would come pick up Damian later.

The walk through the graveyard was daunting for Jon and only for Jon. It wasn't as scary as he thought since it was only the afternoon and the weather was warm. A few cats rested on tombstones soaking in the heat. A few birds gathered here and there hunting for worms and seeds. There were food and water dishes here and there for the felines and fresh seeds sprinkled on the grass for the birds.

"I usually clean and change the food dishes in the morning. But Dan likes to feed the birds."

Elle walked the row of mausoleums until she stopped at one and pushed the stone door open and a skipped down a stairs and opened the smooth mahogany door in the café.

Behind the counter a young man stood pouring drinks.

"Elle you're back. Take this cup to table 3." He said putting a cup and saucer on a serving tray.

"I just got here! At least let me change or tell you we have guests." She whined but picked up the trey and marched over to the table.

"Guests? I'm sorry. Welcome to the Catacomb Club. How can we make your afterlife?" He said smoothly.

"Elle said we could eat sweets," Jon spoke up first and Damian elbowed him.

"Oh? Well, we have a batch of leftovers from this morning. Since you're her school friends you can get some from the kitchen." The barista said.

"Yay! Thanks Danny!" Elle had returned and opened the door to the backroom to grab some fresh plates and loading them up with sweets.

"Anything I can get for you, sir?" Danny asked Alfred.

"Just an Earl Gray. Or an Early Grave as you call it on the menu." Alfred said.

***

Elle presents a variable buffet of sweets to the boys. She really meant it when she said eat themselves sick.

The menu had no shortage of available snacks:

Tombstone Tarts – Mini fruit tarts with gravestone-shaped pastry toppers. (Jazz's pick)

Phantom Opera Cake – Layers of dark chocolate and coffee mousse with a smoky glaze.(Save a slice for Danny's SPECIAL guest (Jazz STOP)

Ethereal Cheesecake – A white chocolate cheesecake with a "foggy" vanilla glaze (You can just slap the word ethereal on things when you can't come up with something witty.) (Watch me)

Shadow Éclairs – Black cocoa éclairs filled with blood orange cream. (DANNY STOP EATING THE ORANGES) (no)

Soulful Scones – Charcoal scones served with berry jam and clotted cream.

Midnight Mocha Cupcakes – Chocolate cupcakes with espresso buttercream and a ghostly fondant topper. (Ew fondant)

Cemetery Soil – Chocolate pudding "dirt" with gummy worms and cookie gravestones. (Dani ate all the gummy worms again)

Wraith Cupcakes – Vanilla cupcakes with smoky gray frosting and sugar ghost toppers. (Dani's favorite)

Blackberry Bat Muffins – Dark muffins with blackberry compote and bat-shaped toppers. (Save some for that Cass girl)

Candied Skull Pops – Lollipops shaped like skulls in eerie colors.

Necropolis Nougat – Black and white nougat with bits of candied nuts and dried fruit. (Dan's favorite) (Weirdo)

Spirit’s Whisper Bark – White and dark chocolate bark with ghostly swirls and edible glitter.(please don't let Dani eat the glitter)

Moonlight Marshmallows – Homemade marshmallows in ghost or crescent moon shapes. (Danny's favorite)

Blood Velvet Rolls – Red velvet Swiss rolls filled with red cream cheese frosting. (Dan's favorite) (you can't have more than one favorite) (watch me)

Just like the rest of the menu there were comments going back and forth.

"The workers seem to argue constantly." Damian said bitting into a tart

Jon was making his way through the cake pops first.

"Well, we are family. We argue all the time but we don't mean it. Although I'm still mad they didn't like my dessert list." Elle sighed.

"Like what?" Damian asked.

"I had so many ideas like Eyeball pops filled with jelly, Bloody Bones white chocolate covered in raspberry syrup, or Maggot Macaroons with gummy worms in them," Elle said wiggling her fingers to mimic worms. "But Jazz said they were too gross sounding to sell. Humans have such weak stomachs."

Damian wanted to point out that Jon wasn't human and even he turned green. Damian on the other hand was intrigued. Elle was always entertaining to listen to.

The three enjoyed their snacks after Alfred finished his tea and took off.

Jon's Kryptonian appetite helped get through the bulk of it because Damian stopped short to not spoil his appetite.

This was wise since the Cafe preparing to switch to its bar setting with a more lively Jazz band and dinner menu.

Jon groaned at the thought of more food as he rested his face on the cool polished wood that smelled faintly of rose incense. He should have noticed by now that something as off but his stomach has been a major distraction. Had it been his father then who was trained to sense the issue the jig would have been up.

You see, they were the only mortals in the room.

Not one heartbeat could be heard. Jon should have known so much earlier when Elle managed to surprise him without her heart rate going up.

"Dani- I mean Elle?" A voice from the kitchen called.

A young woman with long red locks came into view. Her dress, a 50s style black tea-length poodle skirt. Instead of the usual poodle pattern on the hem, there was a white skeletal cat. She had on a pair of balck frilled short gloves. Other than her dress she wore an apron with a black ribcage design that matched the uniforms of the other workers/family members here. Her teal eyes softened when she saw Elle sitting with her friends

"Yeah, Jazz?" Elle asked.

"Do you still want to go on stage tonight or do you want to stay with your friends? And do you still want dinner?" Jazz asked in succession.

"I'm still going to do my set. And can I get carbonara and a glass of...um..." Elle struggled to find the word for the liquid that every undead in the area came here for. "My medicine."

Damian's ear picked up the hesitation in her voice.

"You take a perception?" Damian said perhaps a bit thoughtless since not everyone wants to talk about their medical issues. But he had never seen her take medicine at school and didn't know a medication that would be taken later in the day that wasn't also taken early.

"Kinda, it's something I have to take to keep living. But it like it, the juice I mean. You'd like it too but you don't need it. Dan is kinda stingy with who gets some. You types aren't allowed. Only members." Elle knew that this place was an open secret. It's not like they kept their ghostly nature secret. Everyone just thinks they are keeping up the theme while they were all completely serious. Besides lying isn't their nature.

Still, Elle wasn't being completely honest which isn't something that comes naturally to her. Bending the truth will have to do.

Damian let it go for now. He didn't need to know her medical history...yet.

Jon was taking a nap now anyways. Damian stole his phone out of his pocket and sent a text to the Kent family in case they wanted to know where Jonathan was.

Ellehad to change clothes into her uniform and grab her violin. It wasn't a surprise to Damian who knew she like music but he had never heard her play. Now she was on stage playing with the folk band as the guest clapped and danced.

Jazz brought out some food for them to eat while Danny traded places with a tall burly man who was definitely the eldest brother.

As Damian ate he listened to Elle play...well the band play but it was mostly Elle who he was listening for. He heard a familiar voice from behind his booth and when he looked over it was none other than Jason fucking Todd talking to the bartender. Talking? I meant failing miserably to flirt and having the tables turned on him easily.

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo: Chapter Nine

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

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Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you. 

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

WARNINGS: yandere themes

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

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You walked into the aquarium with a box of donuts, humming softly to yourself. As soon as you opened the door, Floyd shot up through the surface, grinning at you excitedly. He let out a series of clicks when you opened the donut box and showed off its contents to him.

You moved closer with a giggle and let him reach one of his webbed hands into the box and retrieve a donut. He stuffed nearly the entire thing into his mouth at once, his cheeks puffed out from the sheer amount of chocolate.

“Did you say thank you?” a voice asked. From behind Floyd, Jade swam over to the side, mismatched eyes narrowed.

“Thank you!” Floyd said through the mouthful of donut, a large grin spreading across his lips.

“Would you like a donut, Jade?” you asked.

“Yes, please,” Jade said smoothly, taking a donut from the box and taking a small bite, “Thank you.”

“Where’s Azul?” you asked, “He should have a donut too.”

“You are very kind,” Jade said, a simple smile gracing his lips, “If you aren’t careful, you’ll get taken advantage of.”

You blinked in surprise, “That’s… I’ll have to be careful then.” Jade was truly an intelligent halfling, to the point it scared you a little. “But I’d still like Azul to have a donut.”

“Azul?” Floyd asked, perking up. Before you could say anything, Floyd dove down and came back dragging a black tentacle to the surface.

You tried not to laugh at his eagerness to make you happy and instead scolded him, “You shouldn’t drag him.”

Floyd gave you a grin that was all teeth and you sighed, waving sheepishly at Azul as his head broke the surface, surly expression on his face.

“Sorry to bother you, Azul, I just wanted to see if you wanted a donut,” you admitted, holding out the donut box.

The white-haired male looked surprised, his eyebrows raising as you opened the box and displayed all of the donuts to him. He took a glazed donut and began to slip back into the water. Disappointed by such a short encounter, you found yourself saying, “Wait, Azul!”

Azul paused and gave you a curious look. Without thinking, you blurted out, “Can I hold your tentacle?”

His eyes bugged out and his mouth parted in shock, “P-pardon?”

“I just want to see what it feels like,” you admitted.

Hesitantly, one of Azul’s inky black tentacles lifted from the water and stretched out to you. You walked over to the edge and sat down, boots dangling over the water as you took his tentacle into your hands. A blue blush spread up Azul’s face as you inspected his appendage.

The tentacle was black on top and smooth, but the underside was light purple with suction cups. You trailed your fingers around one of the suction cups and smiled at the blushing octopus halfling.

“Alright,” you said, taking a look at the clock, “I really have to be moving on.”

Floyd let out a disappointed wail and you reached out and ruffled his teal hair. He let out a pleased clicking sound and leaned into your touch.

Jade watched on with a pleasant smile, but something about the look in his eyes as he watched you sent a chill down your spine. 

You stood up and waved goodbye to them all. As you walked out the door, you could hear Floyd clicking to Jade, as though he were arguing with him. 

For some reason, it made you uncomfortable, as though you knew you were the one being talked about. 

Shrugging off the sensation, you headed toward the reptile house. The sun was already going down as you walked down the pathway. A little girl waved at you and you waved back cheerfully before climbing through the employee door and into the snake exhibit.

“Hey, Jamil, hey Kalim!” you said cheerfully as the two snakes lifted their heads. Jamil rested on his stomach, lazily studying you, while Kalim slithered forward and wrapped his arms around you, saying “Yay! You’re back!”

Kalim released you with reluctance, telling you, “Jamil and I missed you. Jamil kept talking about you.”

You looked over at Jamil and found that he was purposefully avoiding eye contact. A smile spread across your face, “Well, I missed you both too. I brought donuts!”

“Yaaay!” Kalim yelled, flinging the box lid open and grabbing a chocolate donut. Jamil finally looked back over and you held out the box to him. He looked away again, refusing to acknowledge the treat.

“You don’t like donuts, Jamil?” you asked.

Jamil said something softly, but you couldn’t catch it. 

“Is there something I could bring you that you would like?” you asked.

Jamil looked back at you, surprised. Then, his eyes turned downwards and he said, “Curry.”

“Curry?!” Kalim said in disgust, “Yuck, why do you want that?”

Jamil turned his sharp gray glare on Kalim and said in a dangerous tone, “Because that’s my favorite food.”

Kalim looked at you with a pout. You patted him on the head and he began to eat his donut.

“I’ll try to bring you curry next time, Jamil,” you promised.

He nodded, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he looked back at you with an unusually soft expression. As though he couldn’t stand the attention Jamil was getting, Kalim grabbed your hand in his own and pulled you closer, pout intensified.

“What is it, Kalim?” you asked, but he didn’t seem to have a reason for pulling you closer. Jamil’s smile had faded into a frown at the display of affection.

“Well, I have two more places to stop by today,” you said, “So I should get going.”

Kalim’s fingers tightened around your hand. You pulled free and he let out a wail, “Don’t leave!”

“I’ll be back!”

“In a few days! It’s not fair! You barely spend any time with me!”

“I’m running behind,” you admitted, “I’m really sorry, Ka-”

“If you’re sorry, then stay!” he yelled, tears leaping to his eyes.

“I can’t!” you said sternly, prying his hand from yours, “I’ll be back soon.”

Kalim finally let go, tearfully shrinking back down into the snake part of his body. You felt a twinge of guilt, but you gave him a pat on the head before leaving the enclosure. Jamil watched with a smirk as Kalim burst into tears.

Your next stop was Idia, who you planned to try to really talk to today. You slipped inside his enclosure and walked to the far corner where the electric blue lizard was known to hide. 

Idia lifted his head as you approached, eyes widening when he saw the donut box.

“Are those donuts?” he asked.

You smiled and opened the box, watching as the blue-haired halfling took a donut, eyes alight with giddiness.

“I love junk food,” he admitted, “but they never give us any.”

“I have a bit of a sweet tooth too,” you said with a knowing smile. You took a donut for yourself and the two of you ate in silence.

“Do you play video games?” Idia asked.

“Yes, a few,” you replied, “Why?”

“I’ve always wanted to play video games,” Idia said, “They look fun.”

“Maybe I can sneak a nintendo DS down here or something,” you suggested.

“A what?” he asked.

“A handheld gaming system.”

“Oh,” his eyes widened, “You would do that for me?”

“Of course, Idia!” you said with a grin. He matched your smile with one of his own, his lips parting to reveal surprisingly sharp teeth. “What kind of games do you like?”

“I’ve never played before, so I wouldn’t know,” he said, gloominess returning.

“I’ll bring a little bit of everything I have,” you said, giving him a pat on the shoulder. Idia looked after you, eyes lidded as you began to leave.

“You’re always so quick to leave,” he said monotonously.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “It’s just that I have so many halflings to visit and only two hours.”

“I understand,” he said, turning away, “You should hurry.”

“Thanks,” you said, walking back to the exhibit door and leaving. The walkways were empty and you knew that you were cutting it very close.

Sure enough, it was pitch black outside, and you still had the panther and albino tiger exhibit to go.

You hurried to the faux forest and walked through the door, met once more with Silver and Sebek guarding it.

“Hey, you two, want donuts?”

Silver startled awake and, after a moment of confusion, gently took a donut from the box. Sebek, on the other hand, swelled with anger.

“A BRIBE?” he yelled, “You’re offering us a bribe?”

“A bribe?” you echoed in confusion, “No, I’m just offering you a donut. No strings attached.”

“Oh,” Sebek looked down into the box and, like an excited puppy, looked up at you with big eyes, silently asking for permission.

“Go ahead, take whichever one you like,” you said.

Sebek did so and shoved half of it in his mouth at once. Then, his eyes widened and he let out a soft noise of pleasure as he tasted it.

“Were you going to give one to Malleus and Lilia?” Silver asked.

“Yes,” you said.

Sebek looked horrified, “If I had known, I would have had Young Master choose first!”

“That’s okay,” you giggled, “I’m just glad you got your favorite.”

Sebek looked surprised by your comment and a soft blush spread across his cheeks as he cleared his throat and looked away. Silver offered you a rare smile, which you returned brightly.

“Malleus is on his way,” a voice said from above you. You looked up, almost unsurprised to find Lilia hanging upside down above you.

Sure enough, Malleus slid out from behind some trees not long after, horns glinting in the artificial lights. You held out the donut box to both Lilia and Malleus.

Malleus took a donut and studied it curiously, “What is this thing? A treat, perhaps?”

“Yes, a treat,” you smiled.

He looked down at you with a mysterious smile and took a bite, “Delicious. You humans are very talented with food.”

“I didn’t make them,” you admitted, “I just bought them.”

“Still, my point stands,” Malleus replied. His hand reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Lilia giggled from up in his tree, still holding the donut as he watched you and Malleus closely.

Embarrassed, you closed the donut box, “I’m sorry I can’t spend too much time with you today, but I’m running really late.”

“That’s okay,” Lilia said smoothly, “Thank you for visiting.”

The others piped up with their own ‘thank you’s. You gave a playful bow and then waved goodbye. Lilia waited until you had disappeared to turn to the others.

“I don’t care which one of us does it, but I would love to hear the pitter patter of little feet again.” Then, with a devious smile, he turned around and disappeared into the woods, Malleus following close behind.

[paucubarsisimp]

cold winter days

cold winter day

pairing: pedri x reader

summary: in which you take your boyfriend that gets cold easily, to visit your childhood home

warnings: none!

pedri was thrilled to go to the netherlands with you. he had heard stories from you and your family about your childhood home. your parents along with your younger brother had moved to the UK, but they didn’t want to sell the home they had so many memories in so they made it a vacation home. you wanted to take pedri to show him everything you grew up with; from the stroopwafels to the famous windmills.

what pedri didn’t realise was that it was going to be freezing cold. not as cold as other places but colder than barcelona. it had snowed the day before you and pedri arrived so the ground was all white.

you sat on your bed while as you watched pedri put on his next layer. stifling a laugh, you walked up to him and said,

“amor, por favor you don’t need two hoodies AND a jacket.”

“yes i do! it’s freezing princesa.” he insisted as he pulled out his beanie and gloves.

“where is your protection?!” he gasped as he began searching for something for you to wear.

“no! bebe i’m fine! i’m used to this, i lived here my whole life before moving to barcelona!” you protested but your boyfriend ignored you. he continued to search before finding a beanie and putting it on your head. you sighed before leading him out the door before he could put anymore clothes on.

“ok, so if we walk a bit more, we’ll see a cafe with the best stroopwafels and hot cocoa.” you told pedri and giggled when his eyes lit up when you said ‘hot cocoa’.

you walked together, trying not to slip on the ice that glazed the sidewalks.

“dios! the canals froze over! that hasn’t happened in a while.” you said in awe.

“see! i told you! it’s freezing, i think we should go back— actually we should get the hot cocoa and then go back so i can cuddle you.” pedri gasped.

“fine.” you rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that pedri was going to complain about the cold the entire time anyway.

once the two of you got your hot chocolates, you started walking back.

“mm this is amazing amor!” pedri moaned as he sipped the hot drink. you giggled before gently nudging the boy.

you intertwined your gloved hand with his as the two of you continued to sip while walking back to your house.

“amor! wait, i want to build a snowman on the porch.” you told your boyfriend who was about to open the door.

“i’ve never built one before.” he said nervously.

“WHAT!?” you shrieked, “you’ve never built a snowman before?!”

he shook his head and you gasped dramatically before dragging him towards the empty part of your front porch.

“okay, so first we need to grab some snow and turn it into a snowball.” you said as you did just that.

pedri giggled as he saw how serious you were. you looked up to see that his pink cheeks were pinker than ever before, his hair lightly stuck to his forehead and his chocolate eyes glimmered as he looked at you.

he pulled you up and rested his hands on your hips. pulling you closer, he slowly brought his pink, chapped lips to yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring yourself closer, but his big puffy jacket prevented you from doing that. y

you giggled as the two of you slowly pulled apart and gently patted his chest.

“movie?” he asked softly as he rubbed his warm, gloved hand on your cheek.

“yeah.” you replied as the two of you entered the house, leaving your half-finished snowman.

[peter-parkers-left-pinky]

The Twelve Screams of Christmas

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

A/n: So I just felt like writing a Christmas thing, don’t ask why. This is the first one shot that I’ve made and decided to post. Just to preface this, Y/n Chekhova is a former Russian Hydra agent. (I swear the Russian part is relevant). Also I want to add that I interpreted Peter Parker as an adult in this.

9:10 AM — Avengers Compound, Common Room

Tony Stark was humming Let It Snow under his breath as he stirred his overpriced eggnog latte with a candy cane. He was, by all accounts, in an excellent mood. Christmas was in full swing, the tree was lit, the food was hot, and nobody had tried to blow up the compound yet. That was a win in his book.

Most of the team was already in the kitchen, crowding around the massive buffet Tony had forced the catering staff to prepare. Steve was trying (and failing) to slice a honey-glazed ham with a knife that definitely wasn’t meant for meat. Sam and Rhodey were arguing over whether Die Hard was a Christmas movie (again). Carol was spiking her cocoa with something strong enough to light a jet engine.

It was all very on brand.

Except…

Tony checked his Rolex again, brows knitting.

“Ten minutes late,” he muttered.

Bruce glanced up from the French toast station. “Who?”

“Y/n and Nat.”

Bruce blinked. “They’re late?”

Tony nodded solemnly. “Y/n Chekhova. The human chronometer. Miss I-Show-Up-At-Mission-Briefings-Twenty-Five-Minutes-Early-Even-If-It’s-On-Fire. That one.”

Clint looked up from his plate. “Maybe they’re just… y’know, being married.”

“Exactly. Which means someone has to go get them, now, before they make me miss the toast schedule.” Tony pointed dramatically at Peter.

Peter, who had been happily inhaling powdered sugar waffles, froze.

“No,” he said, mouth still full. “Absolutely not.”

Tony shrugged. “You’re her best friend. She tolerates you. That’s about the highest honor you can achieve with Chekova. Go on. Knock on the door. Say it’s breakfast time.”

“I don’t wanna die.”

“She won’t kill you.”

“Natasha might.”

Tony looked at him with pure, smug confidence. “That’s a risk I’m willing to let you take.”

Peter turned to Clint, eyes wide and desperate. “You’re coming with me.”

Clint sighed. “No I’m not.”

Peter grabbed his arm. “Clint. If she doesn’t kill me, Natasha will. You’ve walked in on them before, right?”

“Twice,” Clint said blandly.

Peter stared. “How are you still functioning as a person?”

“I drink. A lot.”

⸻

9:15 AM — Outside the Romanoff-Chekhova Bedroom

Peter stood in front of the door like it was the gates of hell.

“Okay,” he whispered. “Just knock. Say ‘Merry Christmas.’ Don’t look inside. Everything’s fine.”

Clint leaned against the wall, sipping his coffee. “You’re overthinking it.”

Peter gave him a withering glare. “You don’t overthink interrupting two elite Russian assassins during potential holiday sex!”

Clint smirked. “I don’t think. That’s why I’m still alive.”

Peter groaned, braced himself… and pushed the door open.

Because of course he did.

And of course, the universe hated him.

⸻

9:16 AM — The Worst Decision of Peter’s Life

The door creaked open and Peter barely had time to register what he was seeing before the image was permanently burned into his retinas.

Natasha was on top.

Y/n was underneath, blanket mostly kicked off, hands clenched into the sheets like she was about to launch into orbit. Her face was flushed, her hair a chaotic mess, and her expression—somewhere between shocked and mortified—snapped from dazed to homicidal in a second.

Peter froze.

Clint peeked in over his shoulder, gave a tired sigh, and immediately turned back around.

“Oh hell no,” Clint muttered. “That’s a you problem.”

Y/n screamed—in full-volume, furious Russian.

“ЗАКРОЙТЕ ДВЕРЬ! ЗАКРОЙТЕ ДВЕРЬ СЕЙЧАС, ПОЖАЛУЙСТА, Я УМОЛЯЮ! ЗА ЧТО?! ЗА ЧТО, ПИТЕР?!”*

Peter screamed back. “I’M SORRY! OH MY GOD—I’M SO SORRY!”

He flailed backward, nearly tripping over Clint’s foot, red from head to toe.

Natasha, still entirely too calm, barely glanced at them. She tilted her head like she was judging the weather forecast.

“Next time, Peter,” she said smoothly, voice laced with that signature assassin chill, “you knock.”

Peter scrambled for the hallway like the room was on fire.

“Oh—also,” Natasha added as he reached the threshold, “please close the door.”

He slammed it shut like it personally offended him.

⸻

9:20 AM — Kitchen

Peter arrived back at the table, hair wild, sweater askew, and looking like he’d just escaped a horror film.

Tony looked up from his mimosa. “Well?”

Peter sat down in silence.

Tony gave him a cheeky grin. “You find them?”

Peter said nothing. Just picked up a napkin and covered his own face with it like that would erase the trauma.

Clint walked in a moment later, calm as ever, and grabbed another cinnamon roll. “Yup. They’re alive. And busy.”

Tony raised his glass. “As predicted. What a beautiful Christmas miracle.”

Peter finally muttered from under the napkin. “She screamed at me in Russian. I think I have PTSD now.”

Tony sipped his drink. “Put it in a report.”

⸻

Meanwhile — 9:23 AM, Bedroom

Natasha hadn’t moved.

Y/n, on the other hand, was face-down in a pillow, still swearing in Russian between muffled groans of shame.

“You didn’t lock the door,” she growled into the pillow.

“You were on top first,” Natasha said casually, sliding back down beside her. “It’s your job.”

“My job is not—” Y/n sat up slightly, flushed to her ears. “—to be publicly humiliated because of your inability to plan for interruption!”

Natasha smirked. “They shouldn’t have barged in.”

“They are Avengers. Not dogs.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow. “Tony sent Peter. That’s basically a puppy with anxiety and a physics degree.”

Y/n flopped back down with a groan. “This is your fault.”

“You’ll live.”

“You said we had time.”

“I said I’d make it worth the time.”

Y/n turned her head slowly. “You are devil.”

“I’m your devil.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes. “Lock door next time.”

“I will,” Natasha said, not looking sorry at all. “Eventually.”

And then she climbed right back on top, because Natasha Romanoff didn’t like to leave a job half done.

⸻

10:00 AM — Finally Arriving at Breakfast

When Y/n and Natasha finally arrived in the kitchen, they looked suspiciously well-groomed. Natasha was smug. Y/n was wearing a hoodie, hood up and her eyes locked firmly on the ground like it might swallow her whole if she focused hard enough.

Peter refused to look at either of them. In fact, he just pushed his plate away and went to lie on the floor.

Tony beamed. “There they are! Merry Christmas, newlyweds!”

Y/n muttered, “You are reason I suffer.”

Natasha kissed her cheek. “Merry Christmas to you too, dorogaya.”

Tony raised his glass again.

“To unlocked doors, bad timing, and emotionally resilient best friends!”

Peter whimpered from the floor.

Y/n glared at him from across the room. Peter made the sign of the cross.

Clint just started pouring Bailey’s into his coffee and muttering about early retirement.

It was, undeniably, the most festive disaster of the year.

———————————————-

*Russian translation: CLOSE THE DOOR! CLOSE THE DOOR NOW, PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU! FOR WHAT?! WHY, PETER

[milkkkkkkkkkk]

cw: explicit content, oral sex, vaginal sex, afab!reader, teasing, smut, mdni

word count: 2.8k

"You were soaking wet from the storm outside. You made your last delivery for the day, but still couldn't go home. Will the offer for some hot cocoa turn a bad day to a good one?"

jim halpert x reader

WORST DAY

You were thankful for your new job. It was awful most days, but thursdays... You had started working in delivery, pastries to be precise, and worked monday through thursday. And on that one last day, you got a weekly order from Dunder Mifflin. The receptionist always smiled at you, she was very sweet, and the guy who was apparently the boss didn't miss a chance to make an inappropriate comment. But there was a reason you kept making these deliveries, even if you could ask someone else to do them. You met his gaze, a couple desks over. There he was, brown wavy hair and soft eyes. You felt the butterflies in your stomach, and you heart raced a little. You held his gaze, not wanting to seem shy, and he looked down a couple of seconds later, showing a small grin on his face. That was the highlight of your weeks. The donut delivery to Dunder Mifflin.

One day he started to receive and sign the deliveries himself, taking the chance to make small talk, ask about your day or maybe your plans for the weekend. You surprisingly found him really easy to talk to, and learned that his name was Jim, his birthday was october first and he always had jam and cheese sandwiches for lunch. Your crush had developed into something more than just your heart skipping a beat. You'd noticed his eyes trailing down your body, and him leaning a little bit closer than needed, and how easy he made you squirm. You wanted him, and the tension between you two was undeniable.

That was your routine for a little over three months, stealing glances and hidden smiles, talking and flirting a little before you had to go. You'd grown comfortable around each other. And that had been your regular schedule, never a mishap. But today was different. The rain had you almost completely soaked, but you were making sure that your tiny umbrella covered the donuts completely and kept them dry, even if it was at your expense. You struggled to open the front door and at the exact moment you managed to get in you crashed into someone, resulting in a box of donuts on the ground. Thankfully the box was sealed with tape and none of the donuts actually hit the floor, but the glaze was messed up. You scrambled and mumbled a string of apologies, mentally cursing yourself and everyone else. You had a rough morning, and this was just making your day worse.

Gentle hands met yours when trying to lift the box off the ground, and as you looked up from underneath your long eyelashes, you met the gaze you were so familiar with. He looked a bit worried, and his mouth moved, saying something you didn't hear, you were too busy trying to comprehend what was happening.

You started to realize the state you were in, and asked a soft "Sorry?"

He smiled and asked "Are you okay?" while getting up from the ground with you.

"Oh," you chuckled slightly "Yeah I'm okay, I'm just having a little bit of a bad day."

"Strong storm outside..." He trailed off looking at the window to the rain outside. To be honest, it was raining pretty hard.

You took the chance to look at him for a second, taking in his wet hair and sticky shirt. Thinking he must've got caught up in the storm as well, and scolding yourself for staring.

"So um... Do you have any plans for today?" He suddenly asked, locking his eyes with yours.

"Thankfully this is my last delivery for the day, though I can't really go home, they're fixing a leak" You sighed, thinking how you couldn't even relax at home during the storm. You'd end up in a library maybe, you'd have to hope they'd let you in with soaked clothes.

"Im uh, done for the day, got off early," He started, "We could maybe go to my place" He suggested and you looked at him.

"I make killer hot cocoa" He finished with an enticing grin.

You considered it, it would be a chance to get closer, and maybe more...

You finished the delivery, deeply apologizing to the receptionist and after explaining the situation and the state of the donuts, you assured her the next delivery would be free of cost.

Finally, you opened the door to his car. He was waiting for you outside of the building, and turned on the heat to warm up. He lived 20 minutes away from his office, and actually closer to your apartment too. You walked into his flat, looking at the simple and a little bit messy living room.

"I'll bring some dry clothes for you" He said, disappearing into what you assumed was his bedroom. You took the chance to walk around the kitchen, it was clean and organized. He reappeared with a black t-shirt, some red and black pajama pants and a towel.

"These pants were my brother's, I think they'll fit" He said as he handed you the dry clothes. "The bathroom is over there" He pointed to a white door.

You thanked him and went into the bathroom, locking eyes with him as you closed the door, intentionally leaving a gap big enough to catch a peak. You turned your back to the door as you started to undress, feeling his eyes on you. You unbuttoned your shirt, and slowly slipped it from your shoulders until it hit the floor. The bathroom was directly across the couch in the living room. And you heard him as he sat down to enjoy the show. That made you even more giddy, and slick with anticipation. You unclasped your bra and took it off before moving to your pants. They were made out of soft fabric that was easy to remove from you body, and they dropped to the floor. Toeing off your shoes, you finally put on the t-shirt he gave you. You could tell he wore it often, it smelled strongly like him, and that made you wet. You grabbed the towel and put it around your neck, drying your hair a little, and walked out of the bathroom, to stand directly in front of him in only a shirt and panties.

"The pants didnt fit."

He was sitting on the couch, man spreading, one of his arms thrown over the back rest of the couch and the other one resting in his thigh. The first three buttons of his white shirt were open, and his tie ditched on the floor, his hair messier. The mood had changed completely, there was a clear sexual tension and heaviness in the air. His eyes had darkened, like his expression, and he looked directly at you. Looking at his shirt on your body had an effect on him. The hem of the shirt was just below your ass, and your perky nipples showed through the soft material. He didn't say anything and just stared, taking in the sight, and you noticed the growing bulge in his pants.

You took a step forward, and he stared at your eyes, finally smiling at you, a different kind of smile to the one he offered every thursday. Maybe today wouldn't be such a bad day.

You finished walking towards him, standing in between his legs, and you placed a hand on his cheek, making him look up. His eyes were hungry, and his hands acted like so. He started on your legs, caressing them, moving up to your thighs and then your waist and your back. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling his head towards your abdomen. After a few minutes he finally grabbed at your ass, looking up from your abdomen and pulling you to sit on his lap, straddling him.

You felt him then, hard and big underneath you. Leaning down, your breaths mingled, your hands moved to his neck as his hands cupped your ass. You were so close, yet your lips weren't touching.

"Are you sure?" He whispered.

"Yes." You whispered back before he kissed you. Slowly at first, as if he was memorizing how your lips felt on his, or how soft your skin was beneath his hands. He began kissing you more deeply, almost desperately, and you wondered if he had wanted you as long as you had wanted him.

He squeezed your ass, making you open your mouth to let out a sudden moan and he took that chance to make his tongue meet yours. He explored every inch of your mouth, and you started pressing down on his hard cock. You were in a state of bliss, and wanted to take the next step. Moving your hands from his neck you moved to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them and revealing a toned build. You finished unbuttoning his shirt and ran your hands through his chest. Your legs moved away from his sides and onto the floor between his legs. One of his hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with such and ease that it made it incredibly arousing. You dragged his pants and his boxers down in one go, not wanting to take more time, desperate to have his dick in your mouth.

It was big, and it had a nice girth to it. You stared at it, your mouth already watering. One of your hands grabbed it by the base, and your tongue drew a line from the base to the tip. He threw his head back, finding the sight of you unbelievably hot. He gave himself to the feeling of your mouth on his dick. After teasing a little, your lips wraped around the tip of his member, earning a small gasp from his mouth. You swirled your tongue around it, before hollowing your cheeks for a few seconds and letting go, making a popping sound. You spat on it, before putting it in your mouth again. You continued, feeling one of his hands tangle in your hair. You bobbed up and down for a few minutes, before your needs started to feel unbearable. A string of saliva connected your mouth and his dick when you pulled away, looking up at him. You found his eyes staring right back, with an expression you couldn't read. You stood up, standing in between his legs again, and his hands found their way to the hem of your panties, sliding them down your legs until they were on the floor. He wet his lips, his eyes filled with lust and anticipation. He gently pushed you to the couch, making you lay on your back, and you were suddenly feeling a little embarrassed when he opened your legs to get a good look at you. You were flushed, and Jim was delighted to see you like that, so impossibly lewd.

He bent down, kissing you right below the belly button, and he continued leaving a trail of kisses leading right to your pussy. He only gave one kiss to your clit before moving away, kissing the inside of your thighs, the sides of your abdomen, and getting so close to your pussy it was almost torture. He was slow, as if he was enjoying tormenting you.

"J-Jim please...."

He froze for one second before turning his eyes to you.

"Are you begging?" He asked in a mixture of disbelief and lust.

You looked away, pouty. "I guess I am" You said sheepishly.

You couldn't have known the effect that had on Jim, to see you begging for him, sprawled in his couch, wearing your shirt, and so wet for him. He would've liked to keep going, to keep teasing you, but you were so irresistible looking like that... that he couldn't help it. He kissed you pussy, finally, earning a moan from your mouth. You didn't know if he had neighbors, so you tried to stifle the sounds coming from your mouth as he started to dive right in your folds. He swiped his tongue over and over, sucking on your clit, plunging his tongue into your hole, making you a moaning mess. You couldn't stand it anymore, you needed him, needed to feel full of him. Would he fuck you if you begged?

"Mnhn... Jim... please fuck me"

That was all he needed to hear before kneeling on the couch, one hand on the handrest behind your head, the other grabbing at your thigh, looking at you with hunger. He grabbed the base of his dick, swiping his tip on your slick folds and earning soft sounds from you. He was tremendously hard. He aligned himself at your entrance before looking at you for approval. You nodded.

You felt the mixture of pain and pleasure as he pushed in, stretching you, going deeper and deeper, before he was all in. He waited a moment before slowly pulling back out, and going back in. He kept a torturously unhurried pace, making sure you were comfortable, and enjoying it as much as he was. He had a knack for teasing you, for making you beg, you realized. When you were ready to pick up the pace, you looked up at him, hands on his chest.

"Faster...please"

He buried his head on your neck, and you wrapped your hands around his back. He started to go faster, slapping sounds filling the room, mixing with the ongoing storm outside. He felt so incredibly good inside you, you could hear the little sounds coming from him, his hands gripping your skin, his lips leaving a mark at the crook of your neck. You felt a familiar sensation starting to build in your lower abdomen, the fast steady pace of him hitting a particular spot inside you that made you feel better than you ever had. The sex was mimd boggling. You were so close.

"Jim...ah...I-I'm gonna..." You said through strained breaths.

He kept his pace, gripping you tighter, the knot snapping. You moaned, gasping for air, feeling overwhelming waves of pleasure coursing through your body, your sensitive parts being overstimulated by him, now going at an uneven pace, chasing his own release. He moaned and pulled out, sticky white strings shot out of him, landing on your chest and stomach. His load was big, and he kissed you when he finished.

You were both exhausted, but he still stood up and went to the bathroom. He came back with a towel and clean clothes and asked if you wanted to take a shower. You did, and wore the comfy hoodie he gave you. While you were in the shower he cleaned the couch and started preparing some hot cocoa. You emerged from the bathroom, taking in the sight in front of you. Shirtless Jim, preparing hot cocoa for both of you. A blanket on the couch and some snacks on the table. You could get used to this. His back was turned to you, and you suddenly felt the need to hug him. You wondered if it would be okay, or if it would be crossing a line. You decided to risk it as you walked up to him from behind. Your hands slithered around him and he flinched. A sudden wave of disappointment hit you, and you tried to pulled away before his hands grabbed yours, and pulled them around him.

"Your hands are cold"

He said as he turned his head to smile at you. Relief washed over you, and you melted on his back, before he turned around completely, leaning on the counter.

"I need to take a shower" Was all he said before pecking your lips and disappearing into the bathroom for 10 minutes. You decided to make yourself comfortable on the couch, pulling the blanket over your body. He got out of the bathroom with wet hair, and you couldn't help but think about how hot he looked. You then realized what just happened. You just had the best sex of your life with Jim Halpert. And you were in his apartment, in his clothes, waiting for the hot cocoa he made for you. You blushed, today was truly an out of the ordinary day.

He went into the kitchen and came back with two mugs. He put on a show and you drank your hot cocoa, talking about whatever came to mind. It was truly a killer hot cocoa, and you hoped to have it again. Soon, you had both finished your drinks and now were cuddling on the couch, his arms lazily hung around your body, and you were playing with his hair.

"Let me take you out on a date" He said out of nowhere, and he smiled when you met his gaze. You returned the smile, agreeing to meet tomorrow for dinner. Your bad day had turned out to be the best day you've had in years. You gave into the cozy feeling of being in his arms, taking in his scent and his warmth, and fell asleep to his fingers drawing circles on your skin.

note: hi!! im new to tumblr so im sorry if my posts look a little weird. this was originally posted on ao3 with the same name. i hope you liked it!! <3

[starsfic]

Early Stone Monkey Found

Summary: Pigsy comes home early.

Just like his visits to the noodle shop, Sun Wukong found himself settling into an easy rhythm with babysitting Qi Xiaotian.

Every Tuesday to Friday, he would come by in the morning in time to see Pigsy and Tang off. When the door was shut and he was sure they had left, he would take his and Xiaotian’s glamor off, and the two would chill around the apartment. He would make lunch at noon and then put the glamor back on for a quick trip to the park before Tang got home at three. Tang didn’t have classes most Mondays and weekends, so he would spend that time trying to research who had enough power to glamor a stone monkey for so long. So far, his watching had produced nothing- nobody popped by to check on Xiaotian. If they were, he wasn’t noticing anything, which was a whole other concern.

Still, babysitting Xiaotian was great. He helped teach them monkey things, such as grooming. Xiaotian loved to draw and loved to watch all of the various shows made about him. Wukong always walked away with a bunch of drawings to hang up around his cottage. He was even starting to teach Xiaotian some things about magic and self-defense- nothing that required actual power, since Xiaotian was so small, but basics and such.

He couldn’t deny the thrill that raced through his heart when Xiaotian was able to smoothly recreate one of his katas.

So, despite the concern and the lack of information, Wukong was enjoying himself.

He shouldn’t have been.

He got complacent.

Today had been a rainy day, one of the few that the Weather Station legally had to allow, and it was pouring, in a way that suggested that it was more than human technology. If Wukong poked his head out and focused, he would be able to see some dragons over the city, encouraging rain.

“Sorry, bud,” he said, turning to Xiaotian with a smile. “Looks like no park today.” That was fine. He knew plenty of rainy day activities. 

“Aww…” Xiaotian’s eyes were glazed over with disappointment, a sight that actively hurt his heart.

“How about we make something? Something easy!” Wukong offered, mind going over several recipes he had memorized. “I bet your dads are gonna be soaking wet when they get home, so it might be nice for them to have a treat!”

Xiaotian’s eyes warmed up at the idea of making something, losing that disappointed glaze for excitement. He was willing to bet that they were thinking of Pigsy, over at the noodle shop. “Can we make ice cream?”

Oh! It wasn’t warm, but Wukong knew an easy ice cream recipe. “What kind?”

“Chocolate and mango!”

“Well, let’s see if you guys have the ingredients!”

Turns out Pigsy and Tang had mangoes, condensed milk, heavy cream, but no pure vanilla extract or cocoa powder. While Xiaotian was busy changing into clothes that could get dirty, Wukong summoned a clone and sent him out with money. Five minutes later, the clone came back with soaked fur and a grumpy expression, but a bag full of the ingredients.

“Looks like we got everything, bud!” he said, throwing the bag over his shoulder as Xiaotian came scampering back in. “How about we start with the chocolate?”

The recipe was easy enough after digging out the mixer. The main issue was making sure that Xiaotian didn’t spill anything when they poured something in, but Wukong had more than a few curious little ones wanting to help him cook in the past. All that was really needed was steadying hands and a wet cloth to wipe up any little spills.

When the chocolate ice cream was set in the freezer (with a little spell to speed up its freezing), Wukong set to chopping up the mango. Thankfully, unlike other little ones, Xiaotian didn’t ask to help with that task, most likely thanks to Pigsy. They did hum happily, their tail wriggling, at the sweet smell of mango and its juice filling the kitchen.

“Do you want the core?” Wukong offered.

“Yes, please!”

As Xiaotian scraped the rest of the mango’s sweet flesh with their teeth, Wukong set to work making the ice cream. He hummed as he began to scrape the fruit chunks into the ice cream-

The door slammed open. “Hey, we’re back!”

Wukong bit back a swear as he dropped the knife. Thankfully, it barely grazed his foot. He waved a hand and felt his glamor pop back up. Footsteps were coming around the corner. Xiaotian yelped as he grabbed their head and pushed the glamor over him.

“Dadsy!” they squealed as the couple turned, their tail merrily-

Fuck.

“Gods, it’s pouring!” Tang said when he and Pigsy turned the corner, fussing with his hair. “We both had to leave, otherwise the street would have flooded!”

“I think-” Xiaotian tackled Pigsy before he could finish.

“Dadsy! Monkey King and I made a treat for you!”

“Aww, kid, you didn’t have to. I think-

Pigsy stopped. Tang’s eyes went wide.

Oh fuck.

“...why do you have a tail?” Pigsy said, his voice suddenly quiet. He turned and Wukong felt himself freeze. “Why does my child have a tail?” he said, his voice colder.

“Uh…so…” How to best explain this? “Long story, but-”

For some reason, he let his glamor fall.

Silence descended.

Tang broke it with a scream. “SUN WUKONG?!”

The apartment descended into noise. The scholar was screaming. Pigsy was screaming, torn between shock and rage. Wukong was screaming, both because it was loud and Pigsy looked ready to grab that cleaver and-

Soft sniffles broke through the loud apartment.

A thick blanket of silence descended as all three turned to Xiaotian.

Xiaotian stood there, worrying their tail in their hands, big fat tears rolling down their cheeks.

“Oh no-” Pigsy started before holding his arms up. “Kid, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice.” Xiaotian didn’t wait a second to rush into the offered embrace, pressing their now-fur-covered cheek to the pig’s neck as they sniffled. The pig rubbed his hand up and down their back in a comforting, soothing motion.

“Are…are you…” Xiaotian’s tail smacked solidly against Pigsy’s stomach. “Are you mad at me for lying?”

“What, no! Never!”

“You did tell us that he was Sun Wukong,” Tang reminded the child.

“I’m not mad,” Pigsy said, nodding with his partner’s words. “Plus, look at you! You’ve always been cute and cuddly!” Xiaotian gasped out a laugh. “Now you just look like a plushie, like Ms. Noodles!”

“Yay!” Xiaotian grinned in pure delight. “Ms. Noodles is the best!”

“Yes, she is!” Pigsy then turned to him. His expression darkened, just like when he threatened his life that first babysitting session. Logically, Wukong knew that there was really nothing the pig demon could do to him. However, the demon was also a parent and, if there was one thing Wukong had learned…

A parent would fuck you up for their child.

“But I want the full truth.”

“Fair enough,” Wukong said with a nod. “But, first, Xiaotian wanted to make a treat for you guys.”

“We made ice cream!” Xiaotian said, suddenly kicking and thrashing until Pigsy set them down. “Mango and chocolate!” They stopped, that glaze of disappointment forming. “But, the mango isn’t done yet…”

“Oh, bud, don’t worry,” Wukong said, snapping his fingers. Tang gasped, eyes going wide as gold sparks snapped. “I can finish it and freeze it. How about you guys get bowls and spoons?”

Xiaotian gasped.

The set up was easy. Wukong finished whipping the ingredients together as Pigsy pulled out bowls and Tang pulled out spoons. Xiaotian insisted on getting the chocolate ice cream out, as well as sprinkles and whipped cream. He didn’t fail to notice that the bowls were right next to where he was mixing, allowing the pig to glare him down.

Fair enough.

With a quick freezing spell, the mango ice cream was done.

The small group assembled their sundaes and sat around the table. Xiaotian stuck the mango pit in the ice cream before taking a big scoop of the chocolate mango mixture. Their eyes lit up. “This is good!” they chirped, their tail waggling merrily.

Tang pulled his spoon away from his mouth. “It is! It’s just as good as Pigsy’s noodles!”

False, but it got Xiaotian to beam like the sun.

“So,” Pigsy said, ignoring Tang’s comment to glare at Wukong. “I think an explanation’s due.”

Right. Yeah.

“So, the night Xiaotian disappeared…they was taken by an old enemy of mine. He somehow saw through Xiaotian’s glamor and thought they were my child. He called me and I came when I heard that there was a child involved.” He would have to be blind to see the tension that seeped into both men’s forms, both at the memory of Xiaotian’s abduction and the idea that Wukong was Xiaotian’s father. “I had no idea that there was another stone monkey around with such a powerful glamor.” Wukong allowed the gentle king to fade away, replaced instead by the seasoned veteran. “Whoever put that glamor on Xiaotian, they’re powerful and, to be honest, probably dangerous. I thought the best way to find out whoever it was to get close.”

“...have you found them?” Tang asked quietly. “Is…Xiaotian in danger?”

“No, not as far as I know,” Wukong admitted, his pride burning. “Whoever it was, they’re either powerful or somehow know how to get past me.” But, he could mull over his hurt pride later. “I also thought it would be best to have Xiaotian learn a bit about being a monkey.”

“It’s been fun!” Xiaotian said, their eyes tinged with concern. “Can Monkey King still come hang out with me?”

Wukong bit back a coo, but a noise from Pigsy’s side made him turn. “What was that?”

“Are…are you going to take them?”

Wukong’s heart nearly snapped at the question. Or maybe that was his spoon. “What?”

“I mean,” Pigsy said each word like it hurt. “They’re a monkey. They deserve to be with someone who can help them. I’m not their dad-”

“Pigsy!” Tang snapped, in a way that had suggested this had come up before. “Look, we’ve discussed this-”

“No,” Wukong had to speak up. He could feel that this was an old fight, and Xiaotian was still right there. Plus, he knew better, especially after Red Boy. “Why would I? Xiaotian clearly loves you both.”

“I do!” Xiaotian chirped, licking at their spoon, smiling with those big brown eyes. “Dadsy’s the best!”

Pigsy’s face flushed as Tang cooed, any annoyance gone in the face of Xiaotian’s overwhelming cuteness.

“See? I can’t separate a family, not one that loves each other so much.” Wukong popped the last bit of ice cream in his mouth, feeling a little satisfied smile form, both at the taste and his sentencing. “But, with you two in the know, I can help Xiaotian more.”

“How?” Pigsy asked.

“Oh, visiting Flower Fruit Mountain.”

Silence dawned, only to be broken by two loud “REALLY!”s. Wukong felt his smile grow into a proper grin as Tang scooped up Xiaotian, the two chattering at each other in their overwhelming excitement.

Pigsy leaned forward. “You definitely know your words. Neither of them are going to stop talking about this for weeks.”

“Yep!”

[dioslesbianwife]

Hi, I'm glad you're feeling better. It makes me happy to see you writing so many fics, I remember when I first took a peek at your tumblr you didn't have a lot of stuff yet. I hope you're not getting worn out from so many requests! I was playing a game where you choose what flavors to make your cake like batter, filling, icing, toppings sort of thing and it made me think, "hmmm, what kind of cake would the jofoes like the most," (if they eat cake). I already have to say I think Doppio would eat funfetti lol, maybe we are on the same brain wave here. You can also include the Joestars if you'd like :3

hiiii <33 thank you for supporting me back when i had like one fic on here lol 😭😭😭 tumblr has always been my home away from home lol so ill never get too tired of it <3333333333 also literally nobody loves cake more than me, seriously i bake all the time and have to slow down sometimes so i dont have a bunch of moldy desserts in my kitchen since i bake em faster than i can eat em lmao. basically im trying to say im the best person to ask about cake. anyway yes here are my HCs

What kinds of cake i think jofoes and jojos would like :3

1. Dio Brando – Chocolate cake, but not just any chocolate cake- he'd prefer something decadent and rich, like a classic flourless chocolate cake, or a dark chocolate mousse cake. Dio appreciates things that have an air of luxury and history, and a cake that’s rich in flavor and texture would definitely be his choice. (I also wonder if there are any dessert blood cakes out there- I’ve never made one and likely never will but that sounds interesting honestly)

2. Wamuu – Wamuu is more practical and disciplined, so he might enjoy a simpler dessert, like a fruit-based cake with less sweetness, think something like a lemon or orange almond cake. It’s light and refreshing but still packed with a good, earthy flavor. He would appreciate something with a bit of sophistication but not too much unnecessary sugar.

3. Esidisi – Esidisi enjoys luxury but with a fiery edge. A spiced cake with warm notes would be perfect for him, like a ginger cake or something cinnamon-heavy, ooh maybe something paired with a deep caramel glaze. It’s a little less sweet and has a depth that matches him.

4. Santana – Santana would likely enjoy a cake that’s not too sweet, yet still earthy and wholesome. A carrot cake with walnuts might be his pick, though he might prefer it with a bit less frosting and more of a wholesome, hearty flavor.

5. Kars – Being the ultimate perfectionist, Kars would want a cake that's elegant, refined, and absolutely flawless in its execution. A rich, multi-layered opera cake, smooth with chocolate, coffee, and a slight almond flavor, would suit his taste for complexity I think.

6. Yoshikage Kira – Kira would be someone who actually enjoys sweet things, he would adore a strawberry shortcake. The light sponge cake with layers of sweet, fresh strawberries and whipped cream matches his need for things that are delicately sweet but also a little indulgent.

7. Diavolo – Diavolo would likely go for something classy and traditional, like a tiramisu. The rich, coffee-soaked layers with cream and cocoa would appeal to his tastes, something sophisticated with a kick of bitterness to balance out the sweetness.

8. Doppio – Doppio would also enjoy tiramisu, but he'd secretly adore something lighter and fun like confetti cake. The colorful sprinkles and light, sweet flavor would be a rare indulgence for him, especially since Diavolo insists he hates how sweet it is.

9. Enrico Pucci – Pucci would likely go for something refined, perhaps a classic European-style cake like a Black Forest gâteau. It’s intricate, with layers of rich chocolate, cream, and cherries, perfect for someone who seeks balance and harmony in all things.

10. Funny Valentine – Valentine seems to appreciate things that have a classic American feel to them. He might enjoy a slice of rich red velvet cake, with its soft texture and subtle cocoa flavor paired with cream cheese frosting, something that speaks to him.

11. Diego Brando – I think Diego could enjoy something unconventional like a bizarrely spicy chocolate cake, or perhaps even something like a carrot cake. It’s a little odd, but it works for him, and the mix of spices and sweetness feels fitting for someone like him.

12. Tooru – Tooru is actually the only person I;m not totally sure about haha. I think since he likes eating wasps, maybe a Russian honey cake. (I know most wasps don’t make honey but let me cook) The multiple layers of honey, cream, and a subtle sweetness would match him. It's both a bit refined and raw.

Bonus: JoJos

1. Jonathan Joestar – Traditional English fruitcake

2. Joseph Joestar – Layered chocolate mousse cake with rum or whiskey glaze

3. Jotaro Kujo – New York cheesecake

4. Josuke Higashikata – Japanese strawberry shortcake

5. Giorno Giovanna – Mille-feuille 

6. Jolyne Cujoh – That one discontinued Duff Rainbow cake

7. Johnny Joestar – Chocolate cake

8. Gappy – Matcha chiffon cake

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I could legit spend hours analyzing fictional characters and dessert preferences. Also im hungry now man

[avengerswriter]

Sleep deprived results

Summary: Peter basically calls Tony dad for the first time and Tony? He is too sleep deprived to actually realise. The end

Word count: 602

Warnings: none

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Peter yawned hugely as the equations blurred together under his tired gaze. He and Mr. Stark had been working for what felt like forever. They’d started after dinner with Miss Potts, who had promptly chased them away to do their "science stuff." Neither had complained initially, but now that the clock was creeping past two in the morning, Peter knew they both desperately needed sleep. Maybe a snack too, he thought, just as his stomach let out a loud growl. Stifling one last yawn, Peter decided to address his own needs.

“Dad?”

No, no, no. Peter couldn’t believe he’d just said that. He couldn’t have called his mentor, Iron Man, "Dad." Peter's mind raced, conjuring up every mortifying scenario possible. Was Mr. Stark going to disown him or even cancel the adoption?

Before he could spiral further, Mr. Stark replied,“Yes, Petey?”

Was Peter breathing more heavily than usual? It certainly felt that way. Deep breaths. Mr. Stark remained fixated on him, offering no additional input, his half-lidded eyes glazed over. Maybe he didn’t hear me? Should I answer? Yes, yes, of course!

“I was, uh, wondering if you wanted to, uh, have a snack?” Peter finished lamely. If Mr. Stark noticed anything amiss, he didn’t mention it. Instead, he rubbed a hand across his forehead. “Sure kiddo, let’s go. I didn’t even realize we’d been down here so long.” Mr. Stark ended with a sparing glance at the clock.

Peter nodded mutely, following the man and eventually plopping down on one of the island’s bar stools. Mr. Stark started making hot cocoa on the stove, and Peter adjusted his legs nervously. Pepper would definitely deem their current activity unsafe, considering their half-asleep states and the extremely warm milk and open flame.

Peter leveled his gaze with Mr. Stark’s and said the first random thing he could come up with. He had to double-check if Tony’s distant look meant he’d missed the whole "dad" slip.

“Can we make a real cutting-edge, neon pink lightsaber?”

Tony tried to concentrate on the boy’s words but didn’t catch them completely. Peter was staring at him with an analyzing and hopeful expression. Tony was almost certain he’d heard the word "can," so maybe the kid wanted something?

“Sure kid, whatever you want.”

Peter gasped dramatically, and Tony’s half-dead mind tried to grasp a good explanation but found none. Maybe the kid was just excited about whatever he’d agreed to? Tony shrugged and poured the warm, chocolaty drink into two cups before guiding Peter to the couch. Snagging a few cookies on the way, they started a movie that Tony really wasn’t paying attention to.

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The next morning, Pepper found them both still fast asleep, snuggled up together. Feeling a streak of mischief, she left each of them a personal note. She had things to say after Friday had played some footage from the previous night, things she deemed cute and others not so much. If anybody asked, there were no early morning photos taken.

Peter's note, in neat handwriting, read: "Tony would be honored if you called him Dad, as he already refers to you as his kid."

Tony’s note read: "I swear Tony, if you build a functional lightsaber, no matter what weird color, I will harm you.

P.S. with love from Pepper."

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Valentines day with childe and the sweet moth boi

I feel like legacy would spend the whole day cuddling while childe spoils then rotten with anything money can buy

oh these two would be RELENTLESSLY affectionate for the holiday no questions asked

not that they don't adore and pamper you every other day of the year, but this day is one that Foul Legacy KNOWS he can convince you to stay home just to cuddle with him. he's awake and fully prepared to snuggle on top of you before you even register that the sun has risen, purring ramping up the instant you open your eyes as he trills and chirps and nuzzles his head against your cheek. Childe is out and about, forced to complete his Harbinger duties for the day before coming home, but he leaves a meltingly sweet letter and a cup of hot cocoa with cream on the table for you, promising to be back as soon as possible. Legacy simply yawns, insisting on carrying you around wherever you go, playfully nibbling on your fingers as you run your hands through his thick, coppery hair. you tap the center of his mask, beneath his glittering eye, and he chitters happily

true to his word, Childe returns a couple of hours earlier than usual, arms full of flowers. they're all the types you would go out and pick together, from qingxin and silkflowers to glaze lilies and violetgrass. you always beamed whenever the local flowers bloomed, and Childe takes great joy in arranging some in a vase before tucking your favorite behind your ear, a favor you instantly return with a glaze lily a shade or two darker than the rest. he laughs, the blue rich against his hair, and sweeps you into his arms with a theatrical twirl, Foul Legacy circling you both and cooing. he's got a few more gifts for you- some pastries you both love, a tiny glass whale to compliment the plush narwhal you got for him as well- but right now he just flops over onto the bed, hugging you on top of him. Legacy curls around both of you, resting his head on your stomach and purring loud enough to wake the dead, completely and utterly content

and surrounded by fluffy hair and lilac fur and armor and freckles, you smile, brightly

[screamintoad]

Old Stories

A/n: Felt sentimental so have this

  The wind howled as snow fell outside of Ramshackle. Rory rested his head on his arms as he watched the branches of the trees outside shake. Footsteps were nearly silent as Ace walked in with 2 steaming mugs. One with apple cider and the other with hot cocoa. He sat the mugs down on the coffee table in front of the sofa that Rory was currently curled up on. When the red head looked at the brunette he expected to see his eyes to be brighter like they usually were but, this time they seemed almost cloudy. Ace plopped down next to Rory and reached for his hand. As their fingers intertwined he asked. 

  “Whatcha thinking about?” 

  It took Rory a moment to reply and when he did his voice faltered. “Just thinking of an old story that my nana told me when I was young.” He shifted around to have his back against the sofa and he rested his head on Ace’s shoulder. Ace let go of his hand for a second to wrap his arm around Rory then laced their fingers together again. 

  So that was the look in his eyes. Homesickness. 

  “What story is it?” Ace wondered, hoping that maybe talking about it will help. Rory sighed a gentle breath. “When I was a kid I saw a white crow outside of my nana’s home. I was completely enamored by it and my nana told me how they’re both good luck and bad.” Rory’s hand tightened around Ace’s. “They’re good luck because of their rarity. People in my world believe that if you see one then it will give you wisdom and spiritual help. But, they’re bad luck because their albinism will put their flock at risk. So they’re usually alone. For their safety and others.”

  Ace quietly listened as Rory rambled on about other things from his world. Ranging from random memories to family traditions. Eventually Ace noticed Rory’s eyes started to glaze over with tears so he reached forward and grabbed his apple cider. “Your drink is going to get cold.” And he handed the mug to him. Ace didn’t know what to say but he could tell that Rory appreciated being able to let out his feelings. 

  Maybe it wasn’t a permanent solution but for now, the homesickness wasn’t as severe. 

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Silvery Pink And Powdery Blue

Gwyn x Elain

Day 1 for @acotar-omegaverse-week — Nesting: Surely there's a perfectly normal, completely unsuspicious reason they're feeling an irresistible urge to arrange and rearrange the blankets and pillows... right?

a/n: have I ever mentioned how much I adore Gwynlain? 

word count: 1.7k~

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“This would be perfect, don’t you think?” 

Pink, rosey lips curve in a smile, the cocoa-eyed female presenting a rectangular teapot clutched delicately between her hands. It seems to be fashioned after a house, with creamy-pale bricking, and lush green vines clambering up the sides; clusters of four, small, powdery blue squares are set into the ceramic work to act in the stead of glass panes; a single, rouge door is in the centre of each of the longest sides, matching the hue of some of the flowers that have been lovingly painted on. 

“Are you thinking of it as a gift?” Gwyn asks, eyeing the teapot, remembering the two others she’s bundled to the back of a shelf: one pale with fat dots of colour spotted across its glazed, round body; another painted in a shimmering, rose pink. 

Straw-coloured brows draw together atop pale skin. “No, I was thinking of it for us. Wouldn’t it go perfectly beside the vase? The one we found in that mountain-top marketplace in Dawn.” 

Gwyn smiles. “But what would we do with our other three? We hardly have need of one teapot between the two of us, let alone four.” Elain’s brow pinches further, pink lips pressing together. Cocoa eyes dip briefly away, before fixating on Gwyn’s teal set.  “Don’t you think it would look nice, though?” 

Gwyn takes a moment to pause. Look at her wife properly. Then she elevates her chin by a singular degree, carefully softening her own expression, a thought passing tentatively through the back of her mind. “I think the teapot’s lovely, but let’s look around some more. Then we can see what else there is on offer and think on this one.” Elain sighs, setting back the teapot where she found it. “I suppose that would be the more sensible option.” Then she glances back to her wife, “don’t let me forget it?” Gwyn smiles, teal eyes dazzling as they twinkle with affection. “I’ll remind you.” 

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Throughout the pleasantly heated morning, Gwyn observes as her wife flitters about the market place, eyeing up patchwork quilts with gaudy red stitching then fluttering over to a different blanket, one comprised of  the recycled fabrics of various coloured shirts; Elain peeks at pillow covers, ones with burnished gold tassels, others with rabbits in strawberry patches embroidered to the front, briefly assessing a floral case with bumblebees stitched along the hemming. The cocoa-eyed female browses silverware engraved with tessellating patterns that look like honeycomb, crockery with dashes and dots of warmly-coloured ink strokes painting the pale ceramic, more teapots and more sugar cups, tiny golden utensils fit for spooning crystallised honey or slicing squares of softened butter. 

Gradually, the belief in the thought strengthens, and Gwyn begins compiling a mental checklist of foods they’ll likely need to get in—ones that require minimum effort to put together. Perhaps some cordials, too. 

“Gwyn!” Elain calls, drawing her attention. Her wife has now moved onto clothes, and is holding aloft two silk pyjama shirts, one pale pink, the other powdery blue. Gwyn can’t help the affectionate curve of her tips as she paces over to stand at her wife’s side. “What do you think?” Elain contemplates, “I know we have a few sets, but will you feel these?” Gwyn smiles, taking the fabric between her fingers, feeling the cool slip of silk beneath her skin. She can’t deny how her heart beat quickens whenever Elain suggests something like this of her own volition, in this case it being mismatching sleepwear. They seem fairly light, too, and breathable, though that’s likely why Elain picked them out in the first place. She excels at seeking out perfect clothing on a good day, but now, with…something happening… 

But they’ll tackle that when they get home. For now, it’s a pleasant day at the market. 

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When evening falls and food is prepared, the two take up position on the sofa, a plate balanced on either end with forks in one hand and books in the other. It doesn’t take long once Elain has finished her meal however, to sidle closer to her wife, curling her body into the dips and divots available, seemingly only half interested in the book she’d selected for the night. 

Gwyn smiles, glancing down at her omega, nosing lightly at the crown of her head. Elain releases a sound of contentment, pressing closer still, almost preening at the attention. Gwyn’s eyes twinkle knowingly, discarding her own book to pull her wife closer. “Tired, yet?” Gwyn murmurs, dropping a kiss to Elain’s forehead when she pulls back. “A little… I don’t want to go to bed yet, though.” 

“What do you want to do?” 

Elain’s eyes twinkle, and Gwyn’s blood heats at that look. But then Elain’s simply tucking herself closer, practically in her wife’s lap now, pushing her face to the crook between Gwyn’s shoulder and neck, huffing faint, ticklish breaths against the creamy skin. “You smell so good…” Elain murmurs, sounding how she gets around the afternoon, drowsing in their garden atop a picnic blanket, laying beneath dappled shade with a chilled glass of cordial at her side. 

Garden-roughened palms push at Gwyn’s neckline, urging the fabric out of the way so as to unveil more skin, to taste and scent. Sure enough, Elain breathes in the familiar fragrance of her wife’s skin, able to differentiate between the shea butter and vanilla essence shower oils they have contained to a little metal rack in their washroom, and the distinctive crisp freshness of the outdoors that has returned to Gwyn’s skin after two years of shying from it. 

Clipped-down nails loosen the strings to Gwyn’s dress, pulling them free lace by lace until Elain can push the fabric down from full, rounded shoulders, revealing the swell of muscle on her upper arms, the freckles that speckle her skin from days spent training in the early morning heat of summer. Elain trails the pads of her fingers along her wife’s collar bone, her pink lips skimming just behind, nosing along the elegant length of her throat. Elain’s tongue follows soon after, thighs shifting so her knees are either side of Gwyn’s hips, hands sweeping bright-coloured hair out of the way to make room for her mouth. 

“Elain…” Gwyn murmurs, allowing her palms to open along the curve of the omega’s spine, fingers dancing a skipping march until they reach lower, one hand laying appreciatively atop the swell of her hind while the other travels midway up her back, stroking in circles. Elain’s scent has sweetened since this morning in the marketplace, her body feeling much more tender beneath Gwyn’s reverent palms. 

Elain kisses her way up the length of Gwyn’s throat, pausing beneath her arched ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. Teal eyes gaze back at her when she pulls away. “Bed?” Elain murmurs, a drowsy smile on her soft, pink lips. Gwyn nods back, content to find what mischief Elain will unknowingly seek out once they reach their bedroom. 

Sweet omega. 

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As Gwyn had predicted, Elain spends the better part of an hour shuffling pillows around on their bed, swapping out cushions from sofas, and borrowing blankets draped over the backs of armchairs. 

Gwyn waits peacefully, bathed in that powdery blue silk, watching as silvery-pink flits around the bedroom. It’s certainly come earlier that either of them would have expected, but it’s no matter. 

When Elain finally comes to a pause, anxiously glancing over the wrappings, Gwyn takes her chance, silently stepping up to wrap blue arms around a pink torso. “That looks perfect.” Gwyn murmurs, pushing a kiss to her mate’s somewhat flushed cheek. “Do you think so?” Blunt enamel tugs at the plushness of Elain’s lower lip, “it’s missing something…” 

“Probably its occupants.” 

Elain huffs, shimmying out of her wife’s hold before making her way over to the armoire, nosing through the clothes until she finds what she’s looking for: a thickly woollen scarf Gwyn’s certain she hasn’t worn since the chill of the early new year. Cocoa eyes brighten with their find, hurrying over to the bed to trail it between the two healthy stacks of pillows. Elain beams, stepping back. “Now it’s perfect.”

Gwyn smiles secretively to herself, wondering if Elain’s aware of what’s going on, or if this is all instinctual for her. It’s certainly happened in the past where it’s taken a few days of supposed ‘spring cleaning’ for it to dawn on either of them, though those short days were swiftly overtaken with locked doors and messy floors, clothes strewn across the lovely carpet. 

Gwyn follows when Elain settles into her nest, the sheets and blankets pooling around her middle before she wriggles down into the comfort, pressing her face to the woollen scarf. 

“It’s certainly cozy,” Gwyn comments as she tucks her omega closer, noticing a further shift in her scent. “You like it?” Elain murmurs, fatigue evident in the heavy droop of her eyelids. 

“It’s perfect.” Gwyn presses a kiss to the soft crown of burnished gold ringlets. “The perfect nest.” 

A beat passes between them, Elain’s tender body briefly stiffening, before she’s groaning loudly, tilting her chin upward to gaze into amused, twinkling teal eyes. “How long have you known?” Elain huffs, laying her palms flat to Gwyn’s stomach, pushing gently at the muscle beneath her fingertips. Gwyn’s lips stretch into a smile, her eyes crinkling at the edges as she dips down, their brows almost touching. 

“Only since this morning,” Gwyn whispers, doing nothing to fight the grin on her features. “This morning, Gwyneth?” Cocoa eyes gaze up at her wife, pretty pink lips parted in indignant disbelief. Gwyn chuckles, squeezing her omega tighter, feeling the fluttering pulse beneath her calloused touch as she guides ringleted hair from Elain’s neck, sweeping it over a silken shoulder. “It was only a thought,” Gwyn reassures. “I wasn’t certain until you mentioned my scent. And spent upwards of an hour rearranging our bed—that looks wonderful.” Gwyn takes care to stress that last part, so as to not upset her mate. 

Elain narrows her sleepy eyes, but eventually the mild scowl gives way to a resigned sigh. “It’s not supposed to be here for another fortnight,” Elain huffs, giving into the soft pull of her wife’s touch, pressing against Gwyn’s chest. “I guess it decided to come early this time,” Gwyn muses, stroking Elain’s hair. 

Narrow, elegant lips curve, mischief twinkling in teal eyes as she breathes in the already sweetening scent of her omega. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.”

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Zoo Chapter Eight

This is based on the stories of a keeper reader with the octotrio by @ashensgrotto and @merakiui .

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Summary: You’re a brand new zookeeper at The Halfling Zoo- a place where half-animals live in captivity. Your job is simple- feed them and study them. Your main worry is that one of the more dangerous halflings might kill you. 

Unfortunately, that may become the least of your worries.

Next Chapter: Chapter Nine

WARNINGS: none

Note: All characters are aged up, since there will be mature themes in future parts.

Also, I can’t promise I’ll finish this. I suck at finishing stories.

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“Hey, (Y/n)! What have you got there?” Ace was quick to greet you when you walked into the bird exhibit, balancing a box of donuts in one hand as you closed the door behind you.

“I brought donuts!” you said with a wide smile. Ace’s face lit up, “Oh sweet! Is there a cherry flavored one?”

“Huh?” you were surprised by the request, “I’m not entirely sure that exists… either way, I’m afraid I don’t have that flavor. I have strawberry frosted ones though.”

“I’ll take it,” Ace said, reaching greedily for the box in your hand. You walked closer to him and popped the lid open.

“There are so many flavors!” Ace gasped at the sight of the box’s contents, “Say what you want about humans, but they’re real masters at making food.”

“Yup, we’re pretty good at food,” you laughed.

Ace took a donut with pink frosting and sprinkles out of the box and studied it, “Looks kinda girly.”

“Doesn’t matter what it looks like,” you snorted, “The taste is the only thing that matters.”

Ace took a bite and chewed for a moment, savoring the flavor, before his eyes lit up with excitement, “Delicious!” He ate the rest of the donut in two bites.

“So you like cherry?” you asked.

“Cherry pie, at least,” Ace said, “In the rainforest, I lived near a village, and a kind old lady used to give cherry pies to all the halflings.”

“That’s really nice of her,” you said with a fond smile, “Was she sad to see you leave?”

“She died,” Ace said, looking away, “She was long gone by the time I left the rainforest.”

“I’m so sorry,” you said, but Ace merely shrugged.

You reached out and took one of Ace’s hands in your own, “I’ll try to bring you a cherry pie one of these days, when I get better at cooking, okay?”

Ace smiled at you, “I’d like that.” He cleared his throat, eyes looking a little watery as he suddenly spread his colorful wings and flew into his birdhouse.

You turned to Deuce’s cage and found him already watching you. 

“Want a donut?” you asked.

He gave you a reproachful look but dipped his hand into the box you offered to him anyways. He chose a simple glazed donut and put it aside for later. You had the feeling he might not be one for sweets.

Still, he looked up at you with a soft smile, a light blush, and a “thank you”. You smiled and told him, “No problem, Deuce.”

You decided to go to Trey next, even though he creeped you out a little with the way he looked at you, as though he knew everything about you with one glance. 

You found him waiting patiently for you to approach him, despite him being an owl in the middle of the day. “I’m surprised you’re not sleeping,” you told him.

“I could never sleep through your visit,” Trey said softly.

“That’s surprisingly sweet,” you replied with a smile.

“Surprisingly?” Trey asked, “Am I not allowed to be sweet?”

“No, it’s just…” you pushed aside your misgivings- it was probably rude of you to be so creeped out by a halfling that did nothing wrong. Owls always had a severe kind of look to them, that’s probably why he scared you, “Nevermind. Would you like a donut?”

Trey took one from your box and smiled at you, “Long time since sweets.”

“When was the last time you had one?” you asked.

“Used to cook. Made tarts,” he explained.

“You made tarts?” you asked, surprised, “I didn’t know halflings could cook!”

“I could,” Trey said, a proud smile sliding across his face.

“That’s amazing!” your earlier misgivings were forgotten. Your heart melted from how soft his smile was. He looked so innocently happy, thinking back to when he made tarts.

He turned his bright smile on you as he took a small bite from the donut he had selected, “I wish I could make tart for you.” 

“I’m not sure how that would work, but maybe someday we could find a way. I would really love to try one of your tarts, Trey.”

His smile widened, “There is a way.”

Suddenly, you felt as though his smile was wrong somehow, as though there was something darker behind his words. Even so, you asked, “What way is that?”

Trey lifted a finger to his lips, corners of his mouth curling upwards, “Secret.”

“Alright then,” you sighed, “Well, I’ve got to give donuts to the others. Bye Trey.”

“Goodbye, (Y/n),” he replied, watching as you walked over to the flamingo’s cage.

You stepped onto the marshland and lifted the box high, “Hey, Riddle, Cater, I have donuts!”

Cater ran forward with a loud “oooh”, but you were more surprised with Riddle’s reaction. The red-haired halfling picked up a strawberry frosted donut with all the care in the world, as though it were a precious, fragile object. He stared at it for a while, even as Cater chowed down on his chocolate donut.

“You brought these… for us?” Riddle asked, “Why?”

“I brought some for the lions, hyenas, and wolves, so I thought it would only be fair,” you said with a shrug.

Riddle continued to stare at his donut in awe until Cater teasingly wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “Riddle, you are going to eat it, right?”

Riddle’s face turned red immediately and he stuffed the donut into his mouth, tearing a large bite out of it in embarrassment. You held back a giggle and reached out a hand to pat his red hair, “It’s okay, I’m really glad you like it.”

Riddle looked up, face red as a tomato, and met your gaze. His blue eyes widened and he ducked his head, somehow turning even redder. He hurried away, still holding tightly onto his strawberry frosted donut. Cater chuckled and turned back to you.

“Thank you for the donuts. Riddle likes sweets,” he said, “Very much.”

“I didn’t know that about him,” you said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Bring him a strawberry tart,” Cater said in a stage whisper.

“Trey said he makes tarts,” you said.

Cater’s eyes widened, “Yes, I know. Riddle and Trey were childhood friends.”

“That’s so cool!” you took a glance at Trey’s cage and was glad to see it was close enough to the flamingo’s cage that they could talk to each other.

“Yes, well,” Cater looked suddenly uncomfortable, “Riddle’s childhood was not… Well, that’s up to him to share.”

“Oh…” you frowned, looking after the retreating male with sympathy, “I’ll definitely bring him a strawberry tart soon.”

“Thank you,” Cater said, swooping over and landing a kiss on your cheek. You gasped in surprise and placed your fingers over the spot he had kissed. Cater chuckled and waved, running after Riddle and leaving you behind, standing there dumbstruck.

Finally, you managed to pull yourself together and shook your head with a laugh. All of the halflings were so different, and Cater certainly was a character.

You left the flamingo cage and headed for the peacock cage. Vil gave you a disdainful look as you approached them, but Epel and Rook drew closer with interest. 

“Hey, I’ve got donuts!” you sang out. None of them looked particularly thrilled, but they still all took one from your box.

“I’d like to get to know you all better,” you said with a friendly smile, “Is there anything I could bring you guys as a gift?”

“Moisturizer,” Vil said, turning his head as though he couldn’t stand to look at you. It kind of ticked you off, if you were being honest.

“I actually have some in my locker. I can go grab it if you want. I have lotion too.”

Vil and Rook stared at you as though you had hung the stars in the sky. Epel didn’t seem to care as much, merely munching away on his donut. You smiled at him, “You’re looking handsome as ever today, Epel.”

He choked on the donut, blush rising on his cheeks and a hesitant smile gracing his lips as he looked at you fondly, “you remembered.”

“Of course I did!” you said with a smile. Epel blushed and looked away, his feathers puffing out in embarrassment.

“Now, I’ll go get that moisturizer and lotion for you, Vil,” you said, “Do you want anything, Rook?”

“Your kindness is astounding, mademoiselle,” Rook said, fluttering his eyelids as a smile swept across his face, “But I will be happy with moisturizer as well.”

Less than ten minutes later, you were sitting with Rook and Vil, all of your skin care products spread between you all. Vil looked like Christmas had come early.

“Thank you,” he said, genuine to the core. It was the first time you had truly seen him smile- he was truly beautiful with one.

Rook looked on happily, pleased to see the both of you happy. It was a peaceful scene.

If only it could stay that way forever.

[hypnos333]

Koi no yokan

Kim Seungmin x reader

Synopsis: Knowing you’re going to fall for him eventually.

Koi no yokan doesn’t mean love in first sight, it’s closer to love at second sight, it’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. Maybe you won’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will.

In your case the second you met Seungmin, you had this strange feeling you never felt before but you thought nothing of it.

You both first met in your favorite cafe, after you ordered your regular order before accidentally sitting across someone at their table. When you noticed them you instantly apologized.

He was a handsome guy, who was just stairing at you with a cup of coffee and a red velvet cake beside it.

“I’m so sorry,Sir I wasn’t paying attention and-“You can sit here” he interrupted you with a smile. You let go of your apple pie with ice cream leaving it where it was with your hot cocoa.

“What’s your name?” He asked you liking how clueless you are when you still haven’t noticed who he was.

“My name is ___, What’s yours?” You asked back making him tilt his head adorably.

“My name is Seungmin” He answered as he watched you take a bite on the pie and you seemed to noticed his glaze because you took a fork full of pie and held it to his mouth.

“This is my favorite thing to get from the Cafe, they have the best apple pie” You stated proudly making him take a bite without hesitation. For some reason he trusted you and would take your word for everything without hesitation.

He slowly chew on the apple pie before his eyes went wide with how right you were. “T-This is so good” He said craving more.

“See I told you! Try it with the ice cream it tastes even more better” You said giving him a second fork filled but this time with vanilla ice cream on it. He gladly let you feed him the pie smiling in enjoyment.

You ate the rest of the pie feeding him most of it at the end, and then Seungmin remembered he still had his red velvet cake and you were packing up to leave.

So Seungmin secretly packed the cake and wrote a little letter as you left to the bathroom and put it in your bag when you left it with him. “I’m so sorry Seungmin but I have to attend a meeting, goodbye” You said rushing for your bag and leaving him before he could say goodbye.

As you made it in your car you forgot to ask for his number, you weren’t in love but it was a different feeling. You looked in your bag for your phone until you saw a red velvet cake and a fork in a clear container with a hand written note.

I had a good time with you maybe we can hang out again and show me different foods or desserts - Seungmin

You smiled hoping you’ll see him again before pulling out the parking lot to head to that meeting.

A week pass by and your back to your favorite cafe, you been thinking about Seungmin 24/7 and you miss his smile and clueless look.

You were an absolute foodie and this time you ordered a brownie sundae. You sit at a table waiting for the waitress to bring your order till a guy sat across of you making you confuse before realizing it’s Seungmin.

You squeal in excitement before rushing over to him and hugged him. “Well someone missed me” He said jokingly.

“I did miss you” You said with no hesitation making him blush. “I missed you too Love bug” He said back.

You pulled away slightly where he can see your face “Love bug?” you asked dumb founded making him laugh.

“What? it’s cute” he whined making you roll your eyes playfully before going back to your seat. The same time the waitress came with your order, you thanked her noticing she been staring at Seungmin in shocked before she rushed away.

“What are we trying now love bug?” He asked excitedly just wanting to enjoy his time with you quickly.

You scooped a spoon full of ice cream before putting it in his mouth as he opened it slightly for you to feed him. “It’s a brownie sundae, it’s another thing I love here” You said as he swallowed the frozen treat.

“Mmm” he said enjoying the flavor.

With this Seungmin felt human around like he was a normal, regular person and he loved it. You just saw him a normal citizen instead of a famous k-pop singer.

You were falling for him and he was falling harder for you. Koi no yokan was a thing between them where they just fell in love after time.

[haravath0t]

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐄

𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑 ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆

𝐓𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞,

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞,

𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬,

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬.

|| 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝟐 : 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 ||

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅!

🦌☕📖❄ the lovely rika (@fushic0re) & i have decided to come together to create a little advent calendar! here, you will find fics posted from thanksgiving all the way up to december 26 from a mixed bag of your faves ! cozy up with some hot cocoa, sit by the fire, and enjoy ♡

☃ = beware! this forbidden snowman will lead you to works with smut

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏 || The Christmas Chronicles: the grinch’s heart grows three sizes - alhaitham x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the local intelligent but stoic scribe alhaitham is minding his own business in the house of daena, reading books and declining applications. it is only when you partake in some random antics in light of the holiday season that his eyes leave the work on his hands.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐 || pov: shopping for christmas trees with him - 40s!steve rogers x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style. In the air there’s a feeling of Christmas.”

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 ||  “A Husband’s Guide to Meeting the In-Laws” - neuvillette, zhongli, ayato, tartaglia x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: meeting the in-laws…how does that work?

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟒 ||  pov: he’s taking you ice skating - 40s!bucky x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the most handsome man in brooklyn is here to take you to the rink.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓 || “A Husband’s Guide to a Noche Buena” - the forgers x filipina!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬:  the night of christmas eve has come! are the dishes a pass or fail? ask anya.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔 || pov: the winter masquerade - royalau!loki x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the prince has his eyes on you in this winter ball, but does he know you're a mere peasant?

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟕 || The Christmas Chronicles: Rex Incognito - zhongli x reincarnated!reader, previously goddess!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬:  a spin off of the tale of the lone glaze lily…zhongli is taking another walk around liyue, recalling the voice of his goddess. it is only when you come with him to dinner that he cannot shake off the sight of his late songbird. 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖 || ☃ The Christmas Chronicles: “is santa here yet?” - neuvillette x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: in which you and neuvillette can finally have some alone time…except melusines are really eager about these concepts of “presents”.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟗 || ☃ The Christmas Chronicles: Holiday Stress - nanami x baker!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: nanami comes from work frustrated, too annoyed by the recent increase of missions. somehow, he knows what to do once your pretty face greets him as he walks through the door.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎 || ☃ “a man’s guide to drunken confessions” - kaveh, alhaitham, ayato, wriothesley

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you were going out christmas shopping, passing the time while he was out with friends, but you weren’t expecting such an important phone call.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏 || ☃ pov: mr. and mrs. forger - loid forger x spy!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: for the sake of operation strix, as loid’s fake wife, you had to attend the hospital’s christmas party. how inconvenient that loid found you so attractive in that dress you wore.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐 || ☃ The Christmas Chronicles: “I saw mommy kissing santa claus” - dilf!neuvillette x nanny!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬:  you had been sure you had tucked in neuvillette’s daughters to bed as he was celebrating a corporate party on christmas eve. however, curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction surely did not bring it back.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑 || ☃ "a lover's guide to presents" - alhaitham, zhongli, neuvillette and wriothesley x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you were convinced to play a prank by your best friend to text your significant other that you are their present. how do they react? 

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒 || ☃ The Christmas Chronicles: heated sparring - loid forger x spy!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you have the rare honor of being close enough to twilight to be your sparring partner.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓 || pov: a christmas festival with papamin and yuuji - nanami x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: nanami had to diverge from your christmas festival ooting with yuuji to attend to a last minute mission. what a pain to be a skilled man.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟔 || “a husband’s guide to mall santa claus” - loid forger x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: anya decides to utilize santa to hint at you both what she wants for christmas.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕 || pov: coffee is the way to your heart - barista!remus lupin x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: a cute little romance between you and lupin has began to “brew” this winter.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖 ||  “a husband’s guide to winter recitals” - loid forger x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬:  just how will you two sit through a whole hour of…subpar performances…

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗 || The Christmas Chronicles: “a fish out of water” - neuvillette x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the iudex has been around teyvat for quite some time, unable to properly understand humans, but he sees you every night, looking out at the skyline of fontaine with longing in your eyes.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎 || “a man’s guide to mistletoe” - blade, dan heng, jing yuan

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: how would they react if they found mistletoe hanging above you both?

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏 || ☃ The Christmas Chronicles: “All I Ask of You” - jing yuan x reincarnated!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: he remembers you, his lover reincarnated into a new life. he cannot keep himself at a distance anymore, but oh was he happy to know that you still remember it all.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐 || The Christmas Chronicles: “beautiful boy” - nanami x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: it’s christmas eve, and your son is asleep, and the time to play the part of santa arrives. your husband smiles, feeling rather fond of the times that have led up to his point, with his beautiful boy.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑 || pov: he's a florist - florist!kaveh x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬:  roses are red, violets are blue, how does kaveh show…that he loves you?

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒 || ☃ "a sugar daddy's guide to phone calls" - sugar daddy!ayato x reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: he misses you. it’s only right that he picks up the phone to indulge in your wish to see santa.

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓 || ☃ “Make It With You” - nanami x sorcerer!reader

⤷ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: the shibuya incident has finally passed, and you two finally go on a deserved vacation to malaysia. for once, he wants to be selfish.

[jtl-fics]

May I please have some foxhole bake this fine Wednesday?

WIP Wednesday 12-27-23 (Closed) | Foxhole Bake AU

"Describe it to me and I'll probably be able to figure out what it is." Paul Hollywood says offering a reasonable middleground.

Neil looks at him for a moment before shrugging, "I'm going to make a mixture of cocoa powder, gelatine, cream, and sugar until it's smooth and shiny." Neil says looking at the buttercream before starting to incorporate cocoa powder into it.

"That's called a mirror glaze." Paul Hollywood says, "It's quite a complicated technique if you're not used to it. Are you sure it's a good idea?" he asks.