#it was very soft and sweeet

[thxnks4themrms]

I want pad see ew and a Thai tea rn

[johnwickb1tsch]

Everyone is sending GIF requests, so, here is mine. Hint: Jealous John? (Though I doubt this man can ever be jealous but...whatever comes to your genius brain)

Thanks!

@sweetwolfcupcake SWEEETS!!!!! I loved this prompt SO MUCH!!! You're such a genius. *kisses your head* I hope you like this! 💗💗💗

Bodyguard!John Wick x Shy!Curvy!Fem!Student!Reader

⚠warnings: threat of noncon (not John), mention of parental death

For the record, you didn’t mean to fall in love with John Wick. But he was nothing like the other goons your father had tasked with guarding you before.  Wick was tall, and handsome, and had the soulful eyes of a poet. You know he’s dangerous; he can kill a man 30 ways with a pencil (the men of your father’s Bratva will not shut up about it) but he seems so…gentle. And the thing that really proved your undoing?

That good looking bastard was bookish, and it did something inconceivable to your lit major brain. Ever your dark shadow, you spent countless late nights in the library together, and so many Saturday afternoons browsing the used bookshops, combing for treasures. He would rescue the books that looked better fit for the waste bin, taking them to repair. Maybe he was there to protect you, for your father had many unsavory enemies, but it was easy to forget when John discussed with you the finer points of the Bloomsbury Set or the themes of Anna Karenina.  

Maybe your father assigned John to you because he was one of the few gangsters around in his brigata one could trust to guard a relatively innocent young lady–that didn’t mean John was safe from you. You just couldn’t help yourself; you’d like to plead insanity, your honor, the night you finally broke and tried to kiss him, while he was helping you with your homework for Russian Lit 301. 

How stupid you felt, how utterly pathetic, when he’d very kindly dislodged you from his so soft mouth, looking at you with pity in his sad dark eyes. “You know…we can’t do this,” he told you.

Mortified, you’d fled to your room and cried, knowing you are the most ridiculous human being on the face of the earth.

What were you thinking?

You are nothing like the tall, ethereal creatures that populate the clubs where Wick frequents with your father. You are shy, and curvy, and frankly…a nerd. An old soul, your father would say fondly, but you know he is just being kind.

You’re not sure how you got it into your head, that you were going to make Wick sorry. You’ve never been one for going out, but you decide to give it a whirl, wanting to be anyone but yourself. You decide to go to the Red Circle, to hang out with the other Bratva brats who care way more about clubbing and clothes and who’s fucking who, than classes at NYU. 

At first you really hate it–but after a few shots of vodka, it’s not so bad. John has to hang back, keeping an eye on you but not interacting with your friends. He’s scary good at lurking in the shadows, but you know he’s keeping an eye on every move you make. Maybe that’s why you let Alexsei kiss you, the son of a semi-friendly loan shark who works in proximity with your father. You don’t really like him, if you’re being honest. But he’s not totally hideous–and he’s there–and John will have to watch it all. 

You and Alex start to have a thing. It’s no big deal. Something to do, on the summer break from your studies. You invite him over to watch a movie, knowing you’ll have the house to yourself. Your father is always at his office doing business, your idiotic brother is always out getting into trouble with his khuligan friends, and your mother…is dead, God rest her poor soul. 

You can tell Alex is a little drunk, when he shows up at your door. He’s very handsy, when you settle in on the couch to watch the latest mindless action flick, his pick. It’s ok, until he tries to unbutton your pants.

You have a secret. 

You’re 21, nearly graduated from university–and you’re still a virgin. 

This is not a thing you intend to give to Alexsei Plushenko. You don’t even really like the way he touches you.

“Stop, Alex.”

“Don’t be scared,” he tries to coax you. “This will be fun.”

“No,” you say. “Let’s just…”

He covers your mouth with his, shutting you up, his heavy body pinning you on the couch. “Don’t be such a stuck up bitch.” His groping fingers squeeze your breast clumsily, painfully, before fumbling with your jeans again. You try to push him off, but he’s heavy, and strong.

Suddenly, he is yanked from you like he weighs nothing at all. You hardly recognize what is happening at first, until you hear the sound of flesh striking flesh. John is on him, his iron fist meeting the younger man’s face. 

“John! Stop!” 

Wick looks up at you, meeting your eyes in a primal lock of stares–your heart drops and soars again, as you feel as though you’ve stumbled on a wolf over his kill, and the wildest thing?

You get the inkling that wolf is jealous. 

“Don’t hurt him anymore,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. A beating will make some complications for your father. A death? Could mean war.

Wick punches the handsy young man one more time, his eyes never leaving yours, before hauling Alex up by the collar and frog marching him out the front door, tossing him down the concrete steps of your home.

John finds you waiting for him in the marble foyer, his eyes wild, his knuckles torn. You don’t even know what to say. 

“What did you even see in him?” he finally demands, clearly annoyed.

“He wasn’t you,” you answer without thinking.

Wick steps up to you, toe to toe, so that you have to crane your neck to meet his eyes. His hair has broken free from its slicked back style, tendrils in his eyes.

He’s never looked more beautiful, your savage savior.

“You’re trying to get me killed.”

You shake your head, the very thought anathema to you. You are transfixed, unable to look away, unable to think. “You’re too precious to me,” you admit, and screw your eyes shut the moment you admit it, a spear of mortification piercing you from your heart to your stupid, aching, cunt.

“Milaya…” 

It’s the sweetest thing he’s ever said to you.

Your eyes drop to his knuckles, torn open in his defense of you. “You’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Not to me.” You don’t know where you get the courage, to take his hand, and lead him up to your room. You can hardly believe it, that he actually follows you. In your ensuite bathroom you dab at his knuckles with a washcloth, slather him with ointment and plaster him with bandaids. You run out of sober flesh colored ones, so the last cut gets a Disney bandage, Ariel and sea-flowers decorating this severe man’s knuckles. 

He lets you do all this, watching you intensely with those dark eyes you’re certain can see into your soul. You stand too close–and he lets you, this haunted man who watches over you day and night. Your whole life you have never wanted for anything, your father’s money buying you all your heart could possibly desire.

Until now.

You find it hard to meet his eyes, zeroing in on a spot of blood on his stark white dress shirt. 

“Y/n.” With a gentle knuckle under your chin he turns your gaze up to his again. “You are too smart, and too beautiful, to be wasting your time with a fuckboy like Alexsei Plushenko.”

The first part you already knew. The second, from this man’s lips? Your knees nearly collapse out from under you, a flood of excitement and dread coursing through your system. You almost can’t stand it–it’s like being burned alive, and your native shyness rears with a vengeance. 

You try to flee, back to the safety of your room, and your books, your imaginary lives that can’t really hurt you–but he catches your hand. His grip is not hard, but it is enough to stop you dead in your tracks. 

“Y/n…” He’s pleading with you, but you don’t understand what he’s asking you. 

“You said you don’t want me, John…” you say, still unable to meet his eyes. “So let me go.” 

He answers by pulling you against him, the solid line of his torso a brick wall beneath the hand you raise to catch yourself. But bricks are not warm, like the flesh beneath his designer clothes. You can feel the wires in your brain sizzling, the synapses simply melting down. Your heart is Chernoble waiting to happen. 

“I didn’t say that.” 

“You said–”

“I said, ‘We can’t.’ Not, that ‘I don’t want you.’”

You almost cannot breathe, your heart attempting to beat out of your chest, a ringing in your ears that drowns out all else. There is nothing, nothing, in this world you’ve wanted more, than to hear those words from this man. But now that he’s standing before you, against you, holding you–you cannot move. You do not know what to do. 

He solves this problem by cupping your cheek in his big hand–God, how you’ve noticed those hands–and then he is pressing his mouth to yours, gentle at first, but then…hungry. As though John Wick has been starving, for you, and it’s all you can do just to stand there and take it without melting into a puddle on the floor. His arms wrap around your back, holding you, lifting you to your tiptoes as he devours you. When at last he pulls back you are left seeing stars, struck utterly speechless with your hands on his broad shoulders. 

“Tell me to stop,” he raggedly demands, his eyes boring down into yours. 

Finally, you find your courage, meeting his stare. “I don’t want you to stop,” you whisper. 

“Good. Because I don’t think I can.” He kisses you again, just as hungrily as the first time, his arm an iron band around your waist and his fingers sneaking up into your hair. That’s your kryptonite: your hair, and blithely you know he can do anything and everything he wants to you now.  

Your father is a bad man, but you have not had a bad life. You have never known hunger, or true physical pain. He has protected you from the violence of his world. He has played things smart enough that not even the FBI can touch you, even though they absolutely know what he is and where your family gets its money. Despite all this, you have been dying inside, a slow, withering demise, until John Wick’s lips touched yours. He is the life-giving rain over the desert; your heart is a field of wildflowers erupting in a superbloom. 

This time, he leads you, in between kissing you, to the loveseat at the foot of your bed. He sits, and only when he tries to pull you into his lap do you resist. “John…I’m too…much,” you insist, conscious of your generous flesh and what it would be like to set that on top of him, afraid he’ll be horrified. 

However, he just scoffs at you, grabbing you up anyway and guiding you down. For a moment you are weightless–he knows how to upset a person’s balance, how to use their weight against them to put them on the floor. This time he uses it to put you on him. You’re not exactly proud of it, but the ease with which he utterly manhandles you makes your long-neglected lady parts sing with desire. 

“You are perfect, dietka,” he insists, pulling you closer with hands on your round behind, “And I am very strong.” For the first time in you can’t remember how long–he smiles at you. That beautiful half smile with a sparkle in his dark eyes that takes your breath away–you love him so much it hurts. 

This time you don’t feel so shy, about kissing him. You feel like your bones are filled with butterflies, and you both moan and giggle as you do your best to devour each other from the mouth down. Aside from an appreciative squeeze of your thighs bracketing his hips, he doesn’t try to seduce you, even though you know you absolutely would have given him anything he asked you for. He is content, just to kiss you, for this night at least, and oh. He’s good at it too. 

You decide you would burn down the world, for one more kiss from John Wick.  

Later you find yourself snuggled in your bed with John, fully clothed, your head on his shoulder as he toys with the fine hairs at the back of your neck. His touch is heaven, and with your legs twined with his it’s hard not to squirm and writhe against his muscled thigh like a horny little gremlin. 

Later, you tell yourself. It can wait for later. 

Like maybe, tomorrow. 

“We’ll have to be careful,” he warns you. “If your father…” 

If your father found out, the best thing that could happen to John is getting fired. 

“I won’t let you get hurt,” you promise, kissing his bearded cheek, praying you’re telling the truth.

He chuckles at this; a deep sound you feel more than hear. “I thought that was my job?”

“You know what I mean.” 

“I know.” He looks down at you with a tenderness that curls your toes. “It would be worth it, for you.” 

Your heart has suddenly decided it would like to take up residence in your throat–permanently.

“Oh, John…”  

He kisses you again, a soft brush of lips that renders you weightless. This is how you die: it’s almost too much to stand, this impossibly full feeling in your chest. Then he narrows his eyes at you playfully. “You have been driving me mad, you little minx. I wanted to kill everyone who so much as looked at you in the Circle.” 

You snort at the thought–you do not understand, really, that he could absolutely do it too. 

“Not to worry. I think the library is more my speed.” He rests his head against yours with a small, contented sigh. “Mine too,” he admits. The smell of old books around you is a soothing balm to you both. 

You know small bits of his past. Morsels he has sprinkled, here and there in the conversations you have had. You know he did not have an easy childhood. You know that this life was not really his choice. Even less so than most, who move and work in the Underworld. 

“If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?” you ask. 

He lifts an eyebrow at you. “I’m liking New York, at the moment,” he tells you with an affectionate squeeze. 

“Oh come on.” 

“Fine. I like Paris a lot.” 

“Hmm,” you answer, but what you think, is: Done.  You will have the opportunity to arrange to study abroad soon, and you think a trip away from the Tarasov territory might do you both some good.

Surely Papachka wouldn’t deprive you of your most trusted bodyguard?

[missamyrisa2]

may i pretty please ask how would you tickle a gal in a hogtie? 🥺 such a teasy, vulnerable position to be bound in..

Oooh I've been thinking about that position a lottttttt latelyyyy ~ and like, I'm not huuuge into gags but I looove the idea of the hogtie vulnerability anddddd you giggling and screaming into a soft gag toooo ~ and I think I would be totallyyyyy leaning into like western cowgirl amy for thisssss ~ like tiny teasy shorts and flower belt and tiny white top with boots on so I could get you alllll wrestled down and tickled and wigglyyy and tauntttt while I get you tied up. Awww such a squirmyyyyy lil thing arentchaaaa ~ well you just thrash and fight it out darlin because you're not going anyyywhere. Noope, I've gotcha and you aren't getting awayyy so you just yes, you make those soundssss you thrashhh and squirm when I squeeeeze these sidessss and loook you can't get awayyy noooo I could roll you all around and pick you up like a little gigglyyy pigglyyy and you wouldn't go nowheree nooooo ~ awww soo sassyyyyy ~ you kiss your momma with those lipsss? Let's get you gagged huhhh let's get you muffled and all while ticklemama tickles youuuu ~ there we gooooo isn't that better? You just bite down on that. It helpssss ~ I would knowwww ~ now about those feetsiessss yes these feets alll up and prepped and ready for my nailsssssss ~ yeahhh babydolll you kick it outtt you can't get awayyy no ~ here's the deal, you're gonna lie there and I'm gonna tickle you and you're going uhh huhhhh ~ nowheree ~ yeeeap. You've got giggles and I got tickles and we're just gonna see how this plays out yeahhh ~

Let's get that hair in some piggy tails shall we? Yeahh just relax I'm not gonna hurtcha. I mean, I'm gonna tickle you until you cry that's a certainty that's not an option but I won't hurttt nowwww just gonna make you sooo cute and adorable with some bouncyyyy pigtails in this lovely hair yeahhh ~ now there we gooo now there's a cute galllll ~ are we gal pals? Come on nowww don't be bitter don't be a grumpy gail let's get those sidesssss then ~ mmhmm Amy gonna squeeeze your sides til you say sweeet things about meeee ~ yesss you tell me through your cuuute gag how pretty I am you tell me how much you luuuuuuv when I tickle you ~ Ahhhh sooo veryyy sensitive in heree yeahhhh ~ how does it feeel gigglegirl, all helplesssss and trussed up like a giggle gift to meeeee, your belly all on the bed just bouncing to nowhereeee ~ mmmh what about these hips down hereee yeahhh I can slip my hands in hereee and ooho yeahhh tickle tickle tickle babyyyy~!! Look at you gooooo ~ look at you bounce. You looove to be tickled I knowwww you're having so much fun yeahhhh~!! And those toooes so scrunchyyyyyy mmmh I think you need a ribbie workout nexttt oh yesss mama wants them ribbiessss now hold still because this is gonna tiiiickleee ~ Coochie cooooo you little squirmer ~ you little trussed up ticklish thing youuuu ~ you can't get awayyy you can't escape the tiiickle ticklesssss ~ Sooo many riiiibs down here, soooo very ticklish. And the underarms? Yeah we gotttta massage the armpitsssss yessss ~ did I say massage? I mean tickle. Yep. You gotta get tickled here. Your armpits are helpless when you're all tied back like thattt and I can just slip my nimble fingers up theree and yeahhh that's a spotttt mmhmm that's what I thought, simplyyy ticklishhhh ~!!

And your neck? You know where it's goin. You know where the laughing fingers are headingggg ~ we're gonna tickle tickle hereeeee and get that neck so blushyyyyyy awww are you gigglescreaming for meee? Tell me I'm your ticklemama come on now girl, tell me I'm your ticklemama through your gagggg who's your ticklemama say it while your piggytails bouncee ~ awww tickkle tickle tickleeee ~ are you trying to roll awayyy? Yeahh? I'm just gonna tickle you moreeeee because ooh noooo oh gooosh you are on your side now silly thingggg and you're still tied ~ did you know you're still tied? These knots aren't going anywhere babycakesss and now I see a veryyyy sensitive blushyyyyy tummmyyyyyy ~ did you share that just for meeee? Rolling over like a cute kitten for your ticklemama? Awww I'm ever sooo happy to oblige pretttttty thinggg ~ you soooo pretttttyyy ~ mmhmmmm just looong slow tickles on that tummyyy it's the looooong touch of my fingers I knowww it's soo badddd just dragging downnn over your tummmm and navellll and that waiisttt oh my gossshh so ticklyyyyy ~ awwww I knoww I knoww ticklemama always makes it better yesss we're gonna kissss and kiss and raspberry that bellyyyyy while you squirm and wiggle so sweetly yes we areeee mmhmm ticklemama gonna get a taste nowwww ~ soo hold on tight precioussssss awwwww look at you gooo muuuahh ~ and hhmmmmsss hmmmsss I wonder how that girly pearly is doinng yeahh? I dooo have my lovelyyy wandd right hereee ~ have you ever been made to sparkle while hogtied and in cute pigtails and gagged so softlyyy? Are you gonna sparkle so gently for meee? When I hold this buzzzyy wand right heree right on your girlyyyyyyy spottttt? The royal pearlyyyy? Awww that tickles so good doesn't ittttt. And you can't get awayy no you can'ttttt we're just gonna buzz and buzz and ohohh noo what's gonna happen? What's gonna happen huhh? Ooh nooooo tickle tickle tickless on your bellyyyy and neck and in those pitttiessss and you can't get awayyyy you're stuck on your hogtied sideeeee getting vibed and tickled by a meannnn ol ticklemama oh nooooo~!! And when you sparkleeee it's just gonna be more ticklesss yes it isssss oh yess ~ because you're a giggly cutieeee and you never run out of ticklish gigglesssss and you need to be tied like this yes you dooo this is good for youuu you're safe and loveddd and pretty and you neeed allllll the ticklemama tickletherapyyy mmmhmm ~<3

[oinkinpigprince]

HAIII if u don’t mind!! could you write pim x reader headcanons, where reader acts all edgy and stoic and stuff like that. they’re kind of act like a “bad boy”. But then it all just breaks the moment they see a kid or somethin,,

(ex: pim and reader r doing something and then reader hears a kid crying and they immediately like perk up and try to help the kid or something and they get all soft and sweet..)

TYSMMM i luv ur works a lot they’re always so good <333

Oh, I do have a mind! It’s in me noggin :33

Pim x bad boy reader

Very intimidated by you at first, especially with your cool personally he was scared you would think he was a total tool

But he was pleasantly surprised when you actually picked HIM up, he’s so use to being the one the initiate conversation he’s surprised you kinda just. Yoinked him like a cat by the scruff

He’s still intimidated by your total coolness and how scary you can look but he’s gotten use to it. Still tries to put a smile on your face and blushes every time you give him a sly smirk

Even though you scared every other adult you come across there was one thing that melted your heart, children

It was like you had a natural instinct for kids, no matter what you could easily soothe a kid. Calming them down with ease! They also seemed to know that you were the guy to go to for help

The first time Pim saw you like this he was so shocked, you two were walking and the park and he just saw your face light up in pure amusement seeing a kid try and jump on a swing but being too short for the tall swings. It was rather silly

Then the kid seemed to lock onto you, telepathically asking for you help which you happily obliged. Gently helping the kid onto the swing

When you got back and you saw Pim’s face you blushed embarrassed but Pim tried to make you feel better saying it was just cute! It didn’t make you feel better.

He coos at you saying how good you are with kids! How dashing it was to see you be so gentle! It was a little embarrassing but sweeet

Pim then noticed whenever a kid cried you seemed to automatically go help. The big scary punk cooing at a crying a child who lost their mommy

This just gives Pim baby fever if I’m being honest. He’s so excited to be a daddy with you, Pim can’t wait to raise some epic ass babies with an equally cool parent and a little less cool, but still totally hip and cool dad!

[mifu-mifuart]

Don't worry! Your english is great!

AND THAT'S SO SWEEET 😭😭

Any fluffy headcanons if I may ask?? I adore your au!

Oh, I have a couple of headcanons about them! Like:

1. The Axolotl can definitely change their size, so when they are very big, Bill would love to take a nap on their soft body. And in human form, he likes to burrow into their hair or their fabric, which serves as clothing for them! I have a couple of sketches with this!

2. Bill bites. For no reason, he just likes to bite the Axolotl at a random moment, maybe this is his way of showing love, lol.

3. At some point in his life, Bill hated the stars, because now it's the only thing he sees regularly for trillions of years. He just didn't want to see them anymore, but together with the Axolotl, he again enjoyed looking at the stars, because next to the Axolotl he feels as comfortable as at home. I think it's not only that Bill feels comfortable and feels some kind of affection, but also the Axolotl itself can use their powers to calm Bill's mind a little at such moments and make him feel at peace. :3

[onlyswan]

you spoiled us rotten with this drabble artemis. IT’S TOOOO SWEEET. with a pinch of angst :’)

except jungkook is worried. at home and at work, he has many people fussing over him when he’s not feeling well. most of the time, you only have yourself to rely on. he doesn’t like thinking about your past boyfriends, but he hopes that they took care of you when you would get sick. as for the future, he hopes that he’s there.

*sigh* i really and i mean reeaally love him and his attentiveness 😔🫶🏻 made me think of when he wiped the blood on oc’s thighs and that soft and quiet “let me”… made me full on tears. it was peak attentive for me 😭🤚🏻 he just gets it. and of course all of his other acts of care for oc <3

nooooo he really loves taking photos of oc 😭 he has been doing it since this early stage of their relationship 🥹 i love this little detail :’)

jungkook, what do you mean “sit here?” SIT? HERE? ON YOUR LAP? curse him indeed. you really are a menace jungkook. a sweet one.

curse him and his hand on your neck and his soft lips pressed to your cheek.

back at it again with the cheek kisses T-T♡ got me internally screaming and giggling and blushing and kicking the air.

i know you said that there’s jimin cameo but stil… i went “eekk!!!💥🥰🫠✨” a little tmi, jungkook was the first one that got me into this bangtan sonyeondan shit and my first bias, and jimin was the one who locked me IN. i got jim-IN💀🫶🏻

i love that you make the pace of the stages in their relationship just right. not too fast that there would be no chemistry (that sometimes can make the characters’ feelings for each other would not make sense) and not too slow that it would be annoyingly painful. the pace perfectly fits their personalities so much like not rushing things because they were thinking about each other and weren’t stalling / wasting time because they knew what they wanted.

thank you artemis, this really made my day! a really sweet pick-me-up after all the angst dabbles and a fresh breeze after the steamy ones :D ✨ have a lovely weekend my love ♡

-🌷

hehe can you guys tell i have a sweet tooth 🤧

nonono not that scene omg it also makes me want to cry when i remember it because he’s so sweet 💔😭 actually what was wrong with me when i wrote that!!!

from the very start oc really fueled his love language of acts of service >:( your honor i adore him wholeheartedly

nooooo he really loves taking photos of oc 😭 he has been doing it since this early stage of their relationship 🥹 i love this little detail :’)

🥹🥹🥹 i’m so happy that you noticed this thank you

JAJAJSJAHDH no bcs the photobooth part was so freaking fun to write i was giggling every time i had to type the word ‘curse’ like yeah oc i understand!!! what a menace what the hell 🫠

hehe yay so glad you liked the cameo 🥰 and you’re so real for that pls jimin’s charms are just SO deadly. him in the bst music video… yeah… i couldn’t look away again…

i love that you make the pace of the stages in their relationship just right. not too fast that there would be no chemistry (that sometimes can make the characters’ feelings for each other would not make sense) and not too slow that it would be annoyingly painful. the pace perfectly fits their personalities so much like not rushing things because they were thinking about each other and weren’t stalling / wasting time because they knew what they wanted.

tulip anonieeeee ☹️ oh my god you have no idea how relieved i am to hear thisjdksjkskskjf this is definitely one of writers’ biggest worries and i always wondered what the readers thoughts on this are. this was very comforting thank you for making my day too and i love you :") i hope you have a wonderful week ahead my beloved! 💕💕💕

[elitheaceofalltrades]

Making Milk Mochi!

Welcome to Saturday's Odds & Ends!

Today I want to show you my attempts (yes plural necessary) of making Milk Mochi! I followed this video by popular youtuber Nino's Home.

It was only 3 ingredients, Glutinous Rice Flour, Milk and Sugar. I already had milk and sugar at home so I just had to pop out for a small bag of GRF from my local asian store. It was pretty cheap so definitely an affordable recipe.

My first attempt, I did not cook the mochi long enough and you could tell. It tasted very doughy/floury and it didn't stretch well. My best friend said it tasted like an uncooked sweet dumpling so that tells you everything. Even by look you can tell it looks a little dry so yeah 😕

My second attempt went a lot better. I kept it longer on the stove to make sure it was fully cooked. I think last time I was worried about overcooking it but now I know better. I'm pretty sure it turned out correctly this time. It was soft, pillowy, chewy with a LOT of stretch. So that was good😁!

I will say, either I'm incompetent or Nino VASTLY underestimated how much flour you need on your hands to shape it. I took a picture of how stretchy it was but decided that with the way the picture looked, putting it on the internet might not be a good idea, especially tumblr. I will say, as fun as the texture is, it didn't really have much of a taste. It had a really light sweetness and while I know that a lot of asians don't tend to like sweeet stuff, I am not asian and I do like sweet stuff. It was fun to eat but not nice enough to eat plain on it's own. Still a flex that I can say I made Mochi from scratch💪

~Eli

Ace of All Trades, Pro at None😆

[nemesyaaa]

just friendly reminder that communication is important in a relationship, the prompt is cute too !!

“do you still like me?” you sounded so soft and angelic, enough to make drew stop drilling into you completely. i imagine her answer like " because the way you fuck me" and drew start to slowly fuck her in a very vanilla style, always covering her with kisses in every thrusts and im already feeling dizzy 😩😩‼️

drew bent down and kissed your lower back and trailed up to your cheek. “i love you.” he whispered into your neck. “my pretty baby.” this is sweeet !!!

“of course i like you baby,” drew chuckled. “i’m literally back here about to pass out cause pussy too good and you’re asking me if i still like you?” he's the loml for real !!

even though his words were telling you everything you needed and wanted to hear, you still felt unsure and insecure. “drew?” you looked back, drew’s face full of concentration and pleasure. i can see how serious he was when we call him drew 💀💀💀

“fuck baby, you feel so good.” drew moaned out. it had been a while since he hit it from the back, usually he preferred to see your pretty face while fucking you, but today he was just down right horny. i moaned tooo....if someone care

do u like me still?

i just seen a wade wilson fic about reader asking him if he still likes her as he’s literally fucking her, and i can’t help but think about how that’s literally angel!reader 💝 our silly little baby

your face clenched as drew pounded into you from behind, he felt so good. somedays were rough and all you needed to help was some dick from your man. usually it was enough, but somedays you still couldn’t help but think that you weren’t enough for drew.

“fuck baby, you feel so good.” drew moaned out. it had been a while since he hit it from the back, usually he preferred to see your pretty face while fucking you, but today he was just down right horny.

even though his words were telling you everything you needed and wanted to hear, you still felt unsure and insecure. “drew?” you looked back, drew’s face full of concentration and pleasure.

“yeah baby?”

“do you still like me?” you sounded so soft and angelic, enough to make drew stop drilling into you completely.

“what?” his eyebrows somehow furrowed even more. “why would you say that?”

“i don’t know,” your voice cracked, you didn’t want to start crying but it felt like you couldn’t stop the tears from coming. “i just,”

“of course i like you baby,” drew chuckled. “i’m literally back here about to pass out cause pussy too good and you’re asking me if i still like you?”

you giggled, feeling better that drew didn’t make you feel stupid, instead validated you and your feelings.

drew bent down and kissed your lower back and trailed up to your cheek. “i love you.” he whispered into your neck. “my pretty baby.”

[randomshyperson]

hi r u still taking requests for your blurb collection? if so can u do when where the avengers are at a pool party or smth and at some point reader and wanda r alone in the pool and wanda starts teasing reader wanting them to touch her. bottom wanda please

Blurb Collection 'Kink Specials' #07 - "Pool Party"

Words: 431

Warnings: 16+, teasing, no smut, a bit of dirty talk, established relationship, semi public teasing sexual insunation, language.

Blurb Collection

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"What are you doing, darling?" You whispered curiously, feeling Wanda fit her body against you.

To any of the other Avengers around the pool, or in the grill area, it would seem like innocent affection. You and Wanda had always been very close in public, hugging and holding hands together.

But you knew better. And you knew there was nothing innocent about Wanda gently rolling against you.

"Nothing." She replied, biting back a smile, her gaze forward. She even risked nodding in the negative when Steve asked if she wanted more barbecue. You would have believed it, if you couldn't feel the heat eradicating from her body.

Tony turned up the radio, inviting the avengers to dance excitedly around the pool.

You slipped your arms around Wanda's waist, hugging her, and didn't miss the soft sigh she let out.

"Do you want this, baby?" You whispered against her ear. "Do you want me to touch you while our friends are around?"

Her breath hitched, and you watched the skin of her cheeks warm. She swallowed dryly, and leaned her body even more against you, her ass fitting perfectly against your center and making you let out a soft gasp.

"What a naughty girl." You whispered.

You deposited soft kisses against the skin of her neck, and she bit her lips to keep from sighing.

Everyone seemed distracted enough by the music and the food to notice you running your hand down Wanda's waist, until your fingers found the panties of her bikini.

She gasped, "Baby, I..."

"You've lost your nerve, haven't you?" you teased, noticing that she tensed up, as you also heard Sam's sarcastic comment about you two being very close that made the other avengers laugh. "You're a tease, baby."

She sighed, pushing against you again and you smiled, moving your fingers down to caress her over the cloth.

"Wanda, if I sink my fingers into you, you'll scream my name like you always do, baby." You reminded her, without stopping the gentle movements against her covered clit, and she let out a soft moan. "If you can't wait, go to the sauna. I promise I won't be long."

She turned in one motion, kissing you on the mouth and ignoring the team's whistles about it. You smiled, tightening your arms around her before she pulled away.

"Five minutes." She sighs into your lips before swimming off.

But you move after her almost immediately, and ignore all the hinting glances, because honestly you don't give a damn about their teasing, wanda cumming in your mouth is way more important.

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[thyming]

Hey there! I just wanted to say that I'm in love with your blog! It's the sweetest thing i've ever seen! Looks so soft and comfy to be around here! Definitely will be spending lots of time here! ❤️ Have a good day! Take care! ✨️

Oh myyyy! How are you so sweeet?? 😭✨️🧚‍♀️

This honestly means a lot to me and I am so very glad that you feel good around my blog. That is what I aspire to do: make people feel good. 🥺🍓

I appreciate it a lot that you took the time to send me this lovely ask, and I am very happy to have you here. 🌱

I am wishing you a day or night as wonderful as you are. 🌷

Lots of Love, Louna. ♡

[frodo-with-glasses]

Audiobook Review: “Many Meetings”

I gotta say that this chapter really does hit different when you listen to it while half-asleep. Something about it makes the dreamlike Elvish-ness of Rivendell become so much more real. I think it’s because you’re in approximately the same mental state that Frodo is, and discovering it the same way he does. Rivendell isn’t something to be thought about; it’s something to be experienced, and drifted through like a pleasant and healing dream.

All that to say that I’m very glad this is the chapter I decided to listen to during my nap this afternoon LOL

I have little to say about it otherwise

Except for the part where Frodo reunites with Bilbo!!

The way the Rivendell score fades in to the Shire theme after Elrond says “here is a friend that you have long missed”! It helps you guess who it is even before he’s revealed!

[Frodo’s shuddering gasp] “‘Bilbo!’ he cried with sudden recognition, and he sprang forward.” [Frodo’s laughter, with the sort of “ohh, I’ve missed you!” tone, can be heard in the background, and the pitter-patter of feet]

“Hello, Frodo, my lad!” [Soft thumps and pat-pats denoting a hug] “So you have got here at last!” [More of Frodo’s laughter] “I had hoped you would manage it.” [One more pat; a hand on the shoulder, maybe??] “Well, well.”

Aaaaaaahhhh this is so sweeet 🥹🥹🥹

The rest of the chapter is lovely too, but ugh; this audiobook knows just how much hobbits get me in the heart, and it LEANS IN to that.

[c-atm]

SWEET VICTORY, based on the art of @screwpinecaprice

Connie watched anticipation and curiosity as Steven observed, scanned, and analyzed the tower. Narrowing his eyes as his head skirted from North to South to East to West. Above the tower and below.

"Here we have the Mister in his natrual habitat, watch as his brows burrow and his nostrils flare in concentration over a wooden block tower, trying to see which one could move without collapse. Yes, the Mister is a very curious type of gamer, but very interesting in his approach to puzzles."

"Quiet, you mad genius. " Steven warned her," Not when i'm about to pull."

"You can pull me." She smirked.

" I have. It's why we're here." He respinded," Best pull of my life, triple five-star pull."

"Such sweet words. Almost make my defeating you bitter." She chuckled as she was about to put her palms on the table.

"KEEP YOUR PLAMS OFF THE TABLE WHILE I'M PULLING!" He demanded, and she won't lie that it sent a very pleasing shiver down her spine.

Aggressive Steven's always a win in her book.

" Yes,Mister." She purred, holding her hand up behind her head and grinned, seeing the blush on his face.

" Usually, you want me grabbing the table...or the wall...the sheets...you." She slyly toyed, stretching and pushing her chest forward against her shirt. A pronounced and proactive simper on her face at his red ears.

"You're talking about a diffrent type of pulling,coy little fox," he growled, " Your womanly,wicked wiles won't win over me," he glanced up at her, " wondrously weaponized as they are."

"Love the alliteration, you wonderful wordsmith. " she grinned, " but are you sure. I can see your concentration crumbling, chip by chip, column by column, continuing towards collapse,caught in Connie's couqettish contrivance."

"... Yes..." Steven said with a grin carefully, taking out a right slot near the middle. " Yes, I can. My conniving, cunning cohort of a Heartberry." He hummed, twirling the peice in his hand," starting to thing Connie is short for Connive instead of Kahanni, with your plots."

" But you like my plot." She grinned, looking at the tower.

" i love your plot and your hearty backstory."

"Pfft, you're bad, but they are fabulous and well earned."

" all you is, from header to footnote."

Connie cheeks glowed marooned at his bookish flirting," Stop being an adorable distraction. I'm in it to win it."

"Ohh,Competitive Connie. Gonna play hardball, Heartberry."

"You're cute... but I know you're just being cutthroat trying to get me flustered and it not gonna work." She grinned in confidence, " this game is mine my Ravshing rival!"

She grinned as she move the center block as gently as possible.

"You're alluring when you go all out."

It was the slightest, most microscopic of twitches in her fingertips and grin that cause the tower to crumble over before her pull was done.

"SWWEET! SWEEET, SWEET VICTORY!" Steven started to sing as he punched fist up.

"This is.. Oh, how." Connie stated, holding the block as she rested her chin in her other hand. Watching him sing into the block like it's a mic

'Well...' Connie mused with a sigh, her eyes and mouth soft as she watched his antics,her cheeks glowing as was her heart, 'defeat is't so bad when it's sweet like love.'

Friday: Game Night

Victory over an overconfident opponent!

Personal connverse week for an anonymous Ko-fi tipper! Prompts, details, and polaroid border effect also by anon.

[uraharashouten]

@adelha-mathilde asked:

The shop would have five presents waiting for them at the dining room table as well as a basket of oranges. Each present wrapped with reindeer on the paper to have gold bows on the top. Ururu finding inside her gift an expensive and warm winter coat in a beautiful plum shade. Jinta would find a pristine punk leather jacket with warm fur on the inside as well as matching leather gloves. Tessai finding a hand made quilt done in patches of various shades of peach and orange to have pink patches of cherry blossoms dotting the entire border. With Kisuke finding that Adelha gifted him a gorgeous formal kimono done in dark green with gold trim. Although there are a couple dozen black stuffed balls of 'coal' to cushion the kimono. There's also a box for Kisuke with the paper decorated with birthday cakes. Inside the box being a pair of brand new and freshly polished geta sandals as well as a pair of extra fluffy slipper boots.

“Gifts from Adelha-san?” Kisuke had found the bowl of citrus and had swept up one of the orbs, tossing and catching it playfully. “Orange you glad she—”

“Don’t,” Ururu cut him off, fingers running along the seam of the package meant for her. “These look substantial.”

“Ugh, don’t try to save the paper. Just tear it,” Jinta muttered impatiently, taking his own advice. He froze upon revealing the contents, eyes wide and mouth puckering around a low whistle. “Sweeet!”

“Oh, that’ll look good on you,” Ururu agreed, neatly slicing the tape with a thumbnail and carefully peeling back the wrapping on hers. Her large eyes grew even larger as a soft gasp left her lips, fingers stroking over the rich plum fabric. “Practical and tasteful, and..." There was a tiny smile. "It's a nice color…”

Kisuke, meanwhile, had been watching with amusement Tessai’s charmingly emotional reaction to the home-made quilt. He failed to stifle a chuckle as the large man held it to his face, nuzzling his cheek into it. “It is very soft and warm,” was Tessai's terse and bashful explanation upon catching Kisuke’s gaze. “And what did Tenchō receive?”

There was no dodging the inevitable; it seemed she meant to spoil him, too. With raised eyebrows, he slowly drew the garment from its box, scattering lumps of 'coal', and held it up to his person. Tessai met his gaze, brows lifted as well.

“That would certainly present Tenchō in a different light,” he commented, at which Kisuke’s cheeks pinked a bit.

“Oh look~” He dropped the garment into graceful folds and what he hoped was a deft redirection. “Another box!”

“I believe that is yours as well.” Tessai’s scrutiny was unrelenting.

“Mine?” Kisuke blinked innocently, but again, there was no sidestepping the intent of the final gift, and he was compelled to open it. “Oh—” A soft suspiration left his lips as he beheld the contents, picking up the geta to admire them. “I suppose the old ones could do with replacing…” It was a seasonal time of renewal, and he was overdue for a bit of sprucing up, wasn’t he?

—but it would be the fluffy slippers that found his feet first.

“Mmm…” He wiggled his toes within them, glancing about at the delighted faces of his family. “I believe she knows what I like.”

[missamyrisa2]

Miss Amy! 🥺 how would you tease a tough girl that’s super sensitive on her nipples?

It's soooo gonnna be the sweeeet cute overlyyyy annoyingly positive chick bullying the tough cookie girl ~ because I'll wait until you're just sooo ensconced in your gruffnessss, so just fulllll of that confidence before slipping my wiggly finger outttt ~ you wouldn't dare show how scared you are of my one single solitary wiggly finger would youu? Nahhhhh~ a big strong gal like youuuu wouldn't crumble from thissss which is why you don't care that it's gonna slippppp into that top and go on a little mission. Oh I know you could stop me but that would be admitting something wouldn't it? I'm just a silly gigglyyyy pixie and I couldn't possiblyyyy make you do something other than those lion growls huhhh? Just a big stronggggg warrior who isn't gonna have the sliiiighttest reaction to me gliding this fingertip, this little soft fingertip along a circle over that girlyyyy buttton ~ nooo that's your bufffff tougghhh pec huh? Notttt your royal sparklyyyyy buttonnyy button mmmh that's why you won't mind my other hand coming up under your shirt would you? Noooo I could get that belly which I see twitching but there's something else we have to inspect~

Yesss, curse and swear and growl and struggle ~ my tough cookie ain't gonna crumble noooo not from some silly girlyyyy teases in hereeee acrosss this oooh ~ this rapidlyyyyy swelling buttonnn ~ that doesn't bother you does it noooo ~ tickles on this nubbin aren't gonna do anythinggg to youuuu~ that's why you're not blushing or squeaking or wobbling noooopeee just shakin it offf~ yesss, shake it offf shake it offf ~ I I I shake it offf~!~! awww sorry cutie I just like to sing. You don't mind just like you don't mind that ohh my where did this little makeup brush come from? I don't know, that's not mine, she goes to another school you wouldn't know her~ mmmh~ does that tickle? Does it tickle tickle? That's itttt tough gal~ be squeaky, be gigglyyyyy~ noooo you're done for now, you are soooo in troubleee~ there's no escape from thissss~ you're already wobbling yesss you areeee and oooh you are in for it nowwwww~ down we goooo~

I'll just be taking that top please and thank you very much and yes I will have secondsssss~ there that goess mmhmm make with the shirt and make with the nippliessss ~ noope nope you're not going anyyywheree nowwww that's ittt that feeels good huhhh when I rubbbb those cuuuuute boobies huhh? That doesn't tickle that's niiice~ ticklemama always makes it betterrr and oooh you know what's better than rubbiesss? Tiiiiicklessss~ mmhmm you should know thattt what kinda tough giggle tickle girl are you anyyywayy? Mmhmh just rapid flickyyyy tickles on those buttons now. Those royal girly chest buttons and they're getting soooo hot and bothered. Why yes I dooo have to sit on your chest like thisss. Can't have you squirming away now can we? That wouldn't be good for your ticklessss~ Nooppee we're not stopping because now we're gonna take my braid tippp to that sideboobbbb mmmmhmm get the edge of your cute nippliesss and ahhh yessss it's timeeee ~ you're getting lip brushiessss~!!

Muuuahhh sorry tough girlyyy you're gonna be gaspy for me yes you areee because I'm gonna give you allllll the kissiesss on your buttons and brush my liiips around them and mmmhhhh little lickiesss toooooo~ just the tip of my tongue on your button tippp mmhmm~ be moanyyyy be moany for me nowwww give me those gigglemoansss awww soo sweeet. Do your friends know you're a precious girly girl with hyper ticklish girly buttonsss? How often do you wishhh you were like this, all gigglyyy silllyy wiggglyyy desperate huh? You want moreeee? Mmhmm yes you doooo~ that's right you fucking doooooo~ and you're gonna say pleeease tickle mama tickle my buttons while I make you gigglemoan to the heavens yes you areee ~ now let's hear ittt let's hear that pleeeease ticklemamaaaa~<33

[waiting-on-a-dream]

i hope i am not too late !! but 🌌 + 💓 + 🎉 for all of aurie's children >:D

- bree ☆

@silvoila It's never too late for oc ask games! >:D Sorry it took so long though. These had me thinking harder than most questions. :3

🌌 - where do they feel safest? what places do they like the most? why?

Aurora - There is a meadow near where they live at Briar Valley. They like to lie there once in a while and look at the sky, let the wind whip their hair around, watch the little flowers grow towards them. They'll sing too, letting the wind carry their voice somewhere far, far away.

Slyvan - His home in the mountains. It's a quaint little cottage compared to some of his schoolmates, but he likes it just the way it is. Grandma's embroidery, Ma's chicken soup, Pa's famous apple pie...He wouldn't trade it for the world.

Iris - NRC has got to have an art room somewhere, right? She finds herself very relaxed when she's there, alone, painting or singing to her heart's content. No one to bother her, no one to act in front of, just her and her feelings.

Violet - The library. A bit of background noise that's not too distracting, lots of knowledge to soak up, and it's open for most of the day. She'll sit there for hours just burying her nose in a book.

Wyn - ...Mahira's room. It's calming for him, with slow music playing in the background, flowing white curtains and pots of sweeet-smelling lilac proudly displayed on a table. There are snacks too!

Mahira - His room. Where it's silent, everything is exactly where he left it, a soft carpeted floor to stand on, just perfect. Sometimes Wyn likes to sneak in, but that's fine.

Zoya - You guessed it! Up in trees. She can laze around in them, scare people in them, eat her food in peace in them, they're great! It's great for when she wants to be left alone too. Even if someone knew to search for her in trees, there are lots of trees to check on campus!

Xenon - He often disappears to his old house where he used to live, before he moved away with his parents to 'somewhere better'. His father doesn't think to find him there. He'll lie down on the dusty floor for hours, looking at old scribbles on the ceilings he drew as a child.

💓 - what's something small that holds great signifigance to them? why?

Bree, this question! sklfjls;jflksjdlksfjdal;skfja

Aurora - They carry around a stuffed bunny that was a gift from their father. It's small enough that they can clip it to their belt and walk around with it.

Slyvan - Chicken soup. His mom would make it for him when he got sick, so it's a comfort food for him. He's not very good at making it on his own, so he prefers drinking others' chicken soup.

Iris - Hair dye. She's always happy to see her dyed hair, since she can dye it however she wants to. Until it looks like her, it feels like her. And for a moment, she feels like she could be wild and free.

Violet - The pearl bracelet Iris made for her when they were kids for 'good luck'. It was a simpler time then. She wears it on her all the time, fiddling with it when she's bored.

Wyn - His notebook(s) of frog doddles! He keeps every frog notebook he's ever had and will flip through them when he feels down. Something about seeing the happy frogs always cheers him up.

Mahira -  Listening to birdsongs. It's a hobby of his to sit down by a window and listen to the birds outside early in the morning. It's calming, and just quiet enough for him to enjoy.

Zoya - Weaving baskets. Her mom would make her weave baskets during the afternoons, it was a strange sort of bonding activity for them. She still weaves them now to pass the time.

Xenon - The lantern festival his hometown would hold every year. He would go with his parents, drink earl grey tea and walk around with tiny lanterns hanging from his wrists (they were like bracelets).

🎉 - how do they feel about interacting with strangers?

Aurora - They're only interested in interacting with strangers that intrigue them. If a person comes up to them and fails to keep their interest, they're not going to be very invested in the conversation.

Slyvan - He doesn't mind interacting with strangers. He's friendly with everyone, but hardly ever tries to deepen a connection until he deems someone worthy of being caring for.

Iris - She's a social butterfly! Interacting with others is no problem for her, she's got a strategy to get along with all types of people! However, more than often there's a less than innocent motive behind her approaching someone, she is an Octavinelle senior after all~

Violet - She does interact with strangers, just not in a friendly way. Most of the time, she goes up to someone and scolds them for doing something wrong. People aren't very interested in befriending her.

Wyn - He's very happy to interact with strangers! He doesn't always go around looking for someone to talk to, but he has no problems happily talking to someone when given the chance!

Mahira - He's fine with interacting with strangers. He'd rather keep to himself, but he knows how to be polite. However, there is a wariness he keeps when interacting with people he wouldn't consider friends.

Zoya - She has no problem interacting with strangers! Her interest in certain interactions depend on the kind of stranger she's interacting with though. Most of the time, she reverts to teasing them.

Xenon - ...He interacts with strangers, but he has terrible social skills so...He does want to interact with them, he just doesn't have a lot to say, so he considers (rare) 5 minute long conversations a win.

[legendlarkpod]

VERY IMPORTANT ASK: what sort of breads to you recommend for a fluffernutter sammich? my spouse and i are going to try one for the first time and would love some recommendations.

look ok look you first need to decide: do you want a good sandwich? or do you want a Fluffernutter?

If you want a good sandwich, get a peanutbutter with no added sugar. If you like crunch (i like crunch) add crushed peanuts or get a chunky peanutbutter. If it doesn't already have a good amount of salt, a sprinkle of sea salt is nice. Then get a nice soft sourdough- nothing super crusty, but something with a good amount of tang and flavor. The idea is that you want to counter the sugar bomb of marshmallow fluff. I like to toast my bread (because i like crunch) but that is up to personal preference.

If you have decided that what you want is the True Fluffernutter Experience, if you want to surrender to that, then get yourself the softest white bread available. A real Wonderbread type. You want no texture what-so-ever in a True Fluffernutter. Skippy peanutbutter, smooth. No salt, no crunch. Just sweet and soft. It will become a gooey paste in your mouth. You will die a little and be reborn as something else. Something that craves only soft and sweeet. You will chase the high of that first bite for the rest of your life but every bite of fluffernutter afterward will be worse than the last and it will leave you sick and hollow, knowing what true pleasure is, and unable to taste it ever again. But like, in a good way.