#Fondue Indulgence

[chiokedmachi]

Winter Wonderland in Davos, Switzerland: A Magical Alpine Escape!

Hey there, fellow travel enthusiasts! Let me take you back to an unforgettable winter adventure I had, going into the new year, filled with magical moments and heartwarming experiences. It all began with an invitation to perform some of the music from my Heartless Reign – EP at a dazzling New Year’s party in Messery, France. The energy and excitement of the event were simply electric, leaving me…

[albedov]

happy birthday to aventurine! (i know it's not exactly said but this is the closest we got alright?)

it was suspicious at first. aventurine had woken up to you peppering his face with kisses - yes it was very welcome but he couldn't help but feel there was something off. he let out a soft sigh follwed by a chuckle as he indulged in your affection until you sat up properly and he followed soon after. he wanted to ask the occasion but he could see the glint in your eyes and decided to let you carry out whatever you had planned.

'what is this?'

aventurine stared down at the cake and rather grand bouquet on the table, he had just come back from a surprisingly boring day at the ipc and he wasn't expecting this. it was a beautiful bouquet filled with peonies, lavender, baby's breath, violets and few other flowers he couldn't quite place, aeons knows how you got hold of some.

'it's your birthday! isn't it?' you smiled at him and his eyes glazed over the white icing ontop of the teal coloured cake that was framed by some fondue peacock feathers - ' happy birthday!'

'is it.. how did you know? or better yet why?' aventurine truly couldn't fathom why you would spend so much time on a single day.

you placed a small kiss to his cheek 'why wouldn't i want to celebrate your birthday hm?' you watched as his facade faltered a small bit and continued 'you are worth and deserve every little bit of affection'

he wasted no time in pulling you into a hug and as you wrapped your arms around him, he whispered 'thank you love'

peonies = prosperity, good fortune // lavender = purity, grace // baby's breath = everlasting love // violets = faithfulness, delicate love

[soliloquent-stark]

hey liv!! do u have any stevetony fic recs??

hi!! thank you for asking me this!

because — do i have stevetony fic recs?... OH DO I?!?

i had to really hold back A LOT because i have hundreds of recommendations in my bookmarks, but here are some of my favourites. this post would be insanely long if i included tags, warnings, or summaries, so i hope the categories help a bit but make sure to only read what you're comfortable with as there are plenty of angsty and smutty fics :)

thank you to all of the authors for your wonderful work; you're so appreciated!

it's a bit arbitrary but i considered 'long' anything over 15k

stevetony fic recs masterpost!

short fics — gen/teen

this is our place, we make the rules by @areiton

Forgive The Winters, Keep No Records by @carsonian 

May This Be Love by lellabeth

i would always be yours by @tinystark616 

One Final Surprise by @carsonian

i'll be by your side (when you cry, cry, cry). by frostfall

don't dream it's over by @robertdowneyjjr

submerge me in your will by captainstars (@capnstars)

Paper planes are meant to fly by masterlokisev159

Motherlode by nanasekei

the perfect blend by @downeylove, @robertdowneyjjr

for better or for worse by @earliebirb

the depths of some divine despair by @meidui

Atlas by nanasekei

There he was, like double cherry pie by Wolfsheart (@mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea)

short fics — explicit/mature

The Longing and Yearning by @sineala

always winter, always spring by Mizzy

there are still beautiful things by @meidui

and so begins by romanoff

this love came back to me by @meidui

love can do some damage by parkrstark

my pain fits in the palm of your hand by @meidui

Patriarch by spqr 

In This Valley of Strange Humors by jellybeanforest 

seven years in heaven by @meidui

long fics — gen/teen

Paved With Good Intentions (I'm on the road to hell) by itsallAvengers (@intelligentbees)

the things we invent when we are scared by nanasekei 

Clouds Over A Century Sky by @suitofhumour

Taking the Plunge, a Stitch at a Time by janonny

Nobody Panic, Everything's Fine by itsallAvengers (@intelligentbees)

long fics — explicit/mature

you'll remember me by @areiton

almeno tu nell'universo by @silkspectred

Slipping off the Page into Your Hands by @sineala

All of Your Lonely Sieges by whenasinsilks

Where Our Restless Monsters Sleep by Mizzy

Drawn to You by jellybeanforest

do you fondue? by calciseptine

The Devil in Us All by @sineala

Keep Boredom at Bay by @kandisheek

Of things lost in time by erde (orphan_account) 

The Northern Cascades by @resurrectedhippo

Only Natural to Harden Up by @carsonian

Operation Spank Bank by @fohatic

don't know why it took me so long to see by goodmorningbeloved (3799steps)

the girl with the modern face by @isozyme

I Wanted It To Be You by complicationstoo (@ifmywishescametrue)

Falling For You (Hook, Line, and Sinker) by @festiveferret

Last Stop Before Malibu by justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday) (@therollingstonys)

Under God by @isozyme

Thrust Issues by @sineala

Indulgence by @festiveferret, One and Five Nines (Obani)

A Guiding Hand by @kandisheek

down the rabbit hole by @starvels (dinosaur)

There's an App for That by Annie D (scaramouche) (@no-gorms)

(what is hate) but jilted love by LemonGrenade

He Knows More Than You Do by @chibisquirt

with a decent happiness by torigates

Throw a Little Hot Rod Red in There by @festiveferret, SirSapling

seaside lovers by @areiton

[daisynik7]

Win a Date with Takada-Chan! Part II

Pairing: Aoi Todo x f!reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: ~5.3k

cw: switching POVs (reader is in 2nd person, Todo is in 3rd), reader described as having hair, reader has curves, mentions of food/desserts, suggestive dialogue, sexual tension, explicit language, suggestive touching

Summary: The second half of Takada-Chan’s big group date is underway. Or so you think.

Author’s Notes: Here’s the last regular chapter of Idol Fan Wars. Stay tuned for the Epilogue, coming soon. Divider credit to @/saradika. 

Previous Chapter | Masterlist | Epilogue

Tag List: @iwillbiteabitch

Todo’s warm breath on your ear wakes you up. “Hey, baby. We’re here.” Baby…? Did he just call you baby?

And did you just get aroused by him calling you baby?!

Right. It’s all part of the act. Though he only whispered it to you. Why would he call you baby if no one else is listening? Before you can analyze it any further, he stands up to exit the bus, you following right behind him. Once you’re outside, he puts his arm around your shoulder as you wait for all the other fans to exit. “Did you have a good nap?” he asks.

You nod, reveling in this unusual closeness. “Yes, I did. Thanks for letting me sleep on you.” You peer up at him to give him a smile. “You’re surprisingly very comfortable.”

“Well, you can sleep on me anytime,” he says, rubbing your arm affectionately. All his little touches are gentle and sweet; there are butterflies in your stomach. It’s not what you expect from him. 

Takada-Chan leads them into the studio. You find out your favorite security guard’s name is Haru, and you chat with him as you walk. Todo still has his arm wrapped around you, not speaking. Occasionally, he’ll pull you in a little closer to his body when you start to deviate slightly away from him. 

As part of the group date, the fans get to stand on set and partake in an official Takada-Chan photoshoot. As she gets ready in her dressing room, her manager comes out to offer a buffet of food and refreshments. This includes a variety of sandwiches, chips, and even a chocolate fondue fountain. You go straight for dessert, filling your plate with strawberries and marshmallows galore. Todo stacks three roast beef sandwiches on his plate. Still feeling disgruntled about your confrontation with the other winners, you and Todo keep to yourselves as you chow down. 

“Is that all you’re going to eat?” he asks, inspecting your plate full of chocolate covered strawberries. “It’s all sweets.”

“Oops, I guess it is. I can’t help it; I’ve got the biggest sweet tooth,” you explain with a half shrug.

“Here. At least have one bite of real food.” He holds one of his sandwiches in front of your lips. “Open.” 

The demand catches you off guard. Nevertheless, you obey and open wide. His lips curl into that signature smirk as you take a big bite. “Good girl.”

You look away from him, flustered, as you chew the food in your mouth. Why does this seem so erotic? It’s just a sandwich. It’s as if those two words uttered from his lips unlocked a deep desire in you. Avoiding his gaze, you indulge in a chocolate covered strawberry. It’s messy, sweet, and decadent. 

“Is it good?” You answer him with a silent nod, noticing how his eyes linger on your mouth. “You have some chocolate on your lip.” He reaches out to you before you can even process his comment. He swipes the pad of his thumb slowly across the corner of your mouth. Before he moves away, you grasp at his hand and surround his thumb with your lips, sucking off the chocolate. You gaze into his eyes as you slowly pull his hand away, making sure to make a loud pop when you release him. 

Under his breath, you hear him growl, “Fuck.”

“Shouldn’t let it go to waste, right?” There’s a naughty glint in your eyes. 

He steps closer to you and says in a low voice, “You’re so bad, you know that? You can’t just do things like that in public.” 

“But we have to give these people a show, right?”

Suddenly, his expression changes. He looks hurt. “Is this all just an act to you? Kissing me, falling asleep on my chest, sucking my fucking thumb like that. Is all this still just pretend?”

“Isn’t it?” you respond, confused by his reaction. 

He doesn’t say anything at first, only stares at you with an odd expression, almost like he’s disappointed. Finally, he asks, “Is that how you feel?” 

How do you feel? After everything that has happened today, there’s no doubt in your mind that you’re attracted to him. The kiss, the affectionate touching, the way he called you baby and good girl. Is this how he is as a boyfriend? You never imagined there could be this side of him. This is something you could get used to. But you and Todo still didn’t know each other well. Your relationship started off as a silly rivalry full of name-calling and squabbling. How can you become a couple after a few chance encounters? 

~~~

After what feels like forever, she stammers, “I’m not sure how I feel.”

Todo can’t help feeling dejected. He jerks his head away from her and stuffs his mouth with one of his sandwiches. How is he supposed to respond to that?

“Todo,” she starts.

“It’s fine,” he grunts. “Forget I said anything.”

They eat the rest of their food without speaking, a strange atmosphere between them now. It’s not like he’s mad at her; how can he be? They’ve been bickering rivals up until now. He can’t expect her to fall for him after one kiss and a few cute pet names. When he really thinks about it, he hasn’t been the nicest or most chivalrous person towards her. Checking out her ass and pulling on her braids doesn’t really scream out Prince Charming. If he’s going to win her over, he has to be better. He needs to do something unselfish and kind. She’s already done enough for him, it’s time for him to do something for her. 

After several more minutes of waiting, Takada-Chan comes out of her dressing room, ready for the photoshoot. She’s beautiful in a red polka dot dress with her hair up in her signature pigtails. The fans watch in awe as the photographer directs the pop idol to do different poses against a white backdrop. After a couple of pictures, the crew switches the backdrop while Takada-Chan changes into a different outfit. This repeats for a while, with the idol’s outfits equally as epic as the last, classic pigtails still in place. 

The photoshoot lasts about two hours. When the last pictures are taken, the photographer and Takada-Chan motion to her fans so they can all take turns getting their own personal photos with the idol. Many of the winners pose for solo pics rather than with their guest. 

Todo and his pretend girlfriend haven’t said much to each other during the photoshoot. She seemed too mesmerized watching Takada-Chan. It was adorable watching her eyes widen with delight at each pose the pop idol struck. He still isn’t sure what to think after their last conversation.

When it’s time for their photo, Todo walks toward Takada-Chan. When he sees that his “girlfriend” is still staying in place, he furrows his eyebrows and waves her over. She shakes her head. “You should get your own pic, it’s fine.”

“I want you in the picture,” he demands. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, come here.”

Takada-Chan giggles in the background. “You two are too much. Cuteness overload.”

She takes her spot on the other side of Takada-Chan. The photographer points her camera. “Ready?”

“Let’s do a little heart this time!” the pop idol suggests. She puts her thumb and index finger together. They follow suit. 

“Fantastic! Takada-Chan’s team will email this out to the winners in a few day’s time,” the photographer informs. 

The singer gives a temporarily farewell as she makes her way back to the dressing room to get ready for the second portion of the group date. 

Todo notices his girlfriend clutching at her stomach, taking labored breaths. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, my stomach hurts all of a sudden. I think all that chocolate is catching up to me.”

“What?!” he yells out.

“My tummy,” she murmurs. She looks up at him with pitiful puppy dog eyes. How can someone in this current state still be so adorable?

He glances around the room in a panic. “Well, what do you need? Do you want some water or medicine?”

She holds onto his arm as she rubs her belly. “It feels like a really bad cramp. I’m so dumb. I get like this sometimes when I eat too many sweets on an empty stomach.”

“I told you to eat some real food!” 

“I know! You were right! I should have listened!” She buries her face in her hands as she doubles over. 

Todo bends down to put his arm around her. “Are you going to be okay?”

Through her hands, he hears her mutter, “I don’t know.”

~~~

Takada-Chan reappears in her outfit from earlier in the day. When she notices you and Todo kneeling, she hurries over. “Are you okay?” 

There’s a painful pang in your stomach again. This is what you get for stuffing your face full of chocolate! You’ve always had a sensitive stomach, but this is just cruel and unusual for it to be happening right now. 

Todo stands up and explains, “My girlfriend isn’t feeling well.”

The idol gasps. “Oh no! Is there anything we can do for you, sweetie?”

After a few deep breaths, you stand up straight and say, “I think I should just go home.”

“Should we take you to a hospital?”

“No, no. It’s not serious. A hot compress and some bed rest will do the trick. I’m so sorry Takada-Chan.”

“I’m sorry there isn’t much we can do to help you. I’m going to miss you at our dinner.” Your heart beats faster at the idol’s kind words, but even that isn’t enough to ease you from this misery.

“I’ll come with you,” Todo states, concerned.

You turn to him and exclaim, “No! Please, Todo. Go to the dinner. I’ll be fine. Really!” There’s a heavy weight of guilt sweeping over you. You don’t want to take him away from his precious Takada-Chan over a little tummy ache. You grip his arm tightly and reassure him. “I’ll be fine. I promise. Just have fun, okay?”

The pop idol can’t help herself. She lets out a squeal. “Seriously, cutest couple ever!” 

Todo opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything. He bows his head to stare down at the floor. What is he thinking right now? Is he afraid to look at you? After a few more seconds, you hear him mutter, “Okay.”

You’re relieved when he agrees to stay. There is no reason for him to leave the dinner for you. It’s not like you two are an actual couple. You would hate to have him resent you for missing out on this once in a lifetime opportunity. 

Takada-Chan tasks Haru, her security guard, to take you home. At first you refuse, already guilty for putting this burden on everyone. After plenty of coaxing from the singer, you concede and follow Haru out, Todo and the Takada trailing behind you. She sends you off with a warm hug and a “feel better soon.” When you stand in front of Todo, he looks at you with a neutral expression. 

“Have fun at dinner,” you say, with a weak smile. 

“Yeah, okay.” Unexpectedly, he reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. His fingers slowly trail down to your chin. It’s intimate and tender. Just for a nanosecond, you think about kissing him again.

You turn away before you can do anything. Haru is already holding the door open to the backseat of the car. As you slide into the vehicle, you hear Takada-Chan and Todo chatting as they walk back towards the studio. There’s a feeling of jealously as you watch them together. Are you jealous that Todo gets to dine with Takada-Chan? Or are you jealous that Takada-Chan is going out to dinner with your boyfriend? You don’t even know anymore. 

The twenty-minute car ride to your house is mostly silent, except for best security guard ever Haru checking in every so often to make sure you are as comfortable as you can be given your current condition. When he pulls up to the driveway, you give him your most gracious thanks and head into your home. After you prepare a hot compress, you head straight to bed, curled up in a fetal position.

You groan out loud. This really must be karma for lying to the world about your fake relationship. And maybe karma for leading Todo on, giving him such a half-assed answer when he asked you how you really feel.

Aside from the cramping, there’s tightness in the pit of your stomach. You think about all that has happened today. Why did you kiss him? Fall asleep against his chest? Suck on his thumb?! What the fuck were you thinking?! You didn’t do it to tease him. It’s different than the time at the café. You had no malicious intentions this time. Your body just acted on its own. He was being so lovey-dovey and sweet, you got caught up in the moment.

The act. Is this all just an act to you? Is all this still just pretend? The sting in his voice was so apparent when he asked you those questions. The hurt look on his face when you answered is ingrained in your memory. Why did he react that way? Does he not want it to be pretend anymore?

Maybe there was intention behind every touch and whisper today. And not just for Todo, but for you too. Even though you kissed him to prove a point, you’ve always desired to feel those big lips against yours. You didn’t mind him holding you the way he did; in fact, you were comfortable with him. And you definitely didn’t have to put his thumb in your mouth, but you can brush that off as just a little moment of weakness.

Is it still an act if you wanted to do all those things? If you still want to do those things? And with Todo, of all people? The man who you thought was the bane of your existence the past few weeks? As you lie in bed, stomach still aching, you can’t help but feel a more pleasant sensation as you fantasize about him. His sexy smirk, that low growl in his voice. His beefy arms that can engulf you in the most amazing embrace. Those big lips that can swallow you whole. That overwhelming confidence that makes you believe in every word that comes out of his mouth. The eccentric attitude that keeps you on your toes. 

Maybe Sara is right. She always is. 

You like him.

~~~

He misses her. 

They’ve been in the party bus for thirty minutes, travelling to Takada-Chan’s favorite sushi restaurant in the city. He’s not particularly enjoying the subtle jeers and snickers from the other fans, who of course found out immediately that his “girlfriend” had to ditch him out of the blue. 

They’re all just assholes, Todo doesn’t have the energy to deal with them right now. How is he just realizing what a sausage-fest these events are? 

He sits in the same seat as earlier in the day. It’s empty without her cuddled beside him. He could have sat next to the pop idol, but he doesn’t feel like socializing, much to his own surprise. His mind keeps focusing on her.

He takes his phone out of his pocket and pulls up their chat. The familiar picture shows up on his screen and he can’t help but grin at it. He’ll never get over how cute it is. The rest of their messages are from a week ago, when she asked him to go with her on this group date. He stares at his phone, contemplating if he should send her a text to check in. In the end, he decides against it. She’s probably sleeping, he thinks.

At last, they arrive to the sushi restaurant. Todo makes sure to sit next to the pop idol this time. Normally, he would be starstruck and speechless being in such close proximity to Takada-Chan. However, he’s too distracted thinking about his girlfriend.

Girlfriend. He loves the way that sounds in his head. No quotes, no “fake” or “pretend” in front of it. Just girlfriend. He wants to keep calling her that. 

As the rest of the dweebs gather around the table, Takada-Chan starts speaking to Todo. “Such a bummer about your girlfriend. I hope she’s okay.”

“Yeah, me too.” He drums his fingers against the table anxiously.

“You seem distracted. Are you that worried about her?”

“I guess I am. I wish she was here right now.”

She flashes a warm smile and agrees. “Me too. Maybe she wishes you were with her right now too.”

Todo’s eyes widen with realization. Could that be true? She practically begged him to stay for the dinner. Maybe out of guilt. Could this be an opportunity to show her how he feels about her? To do something nice and prove his worth? 

“You should go to her.” Even in reality, Takada-Chan is his voice of reason. 

“You’re right, Takada-Chan. I have to do something. This is my chance to really show her the type of man I can be!”

She pumps her fists up with a bright smile. “That’s it, Todo! You got this!”

He gets up and bows deeply to the pop idol. “Thank you, Takada-Chan. Thank you for everything.” 

As soon as he exits the restaurant, Todo dials her number. No answer. He calls three more times with no success. Thinking quickly, he texts Yuji.

Todo: Brother, I need your help.

Brother: hey, what’s up?  

Todo: I need Sara’s number. 

Brother: did something happen on your big date? Is everything ok

Todo: I’ll tell you later, just give me her number

Yuji texts Sara’s phone number, to which Todo immediately calls. “Hello?” she answers. In the background, he can hear the sound of clinking plates and the distinct chatter of a party.

“Sara, it’s Aoi Todo. Yuji gave me your phone number.”

“Todo? Why are you calling me?” 

He explains the situation, then says, “I tried calling her, but she isn’t picking up. I’m worried about her. I’m going to buy some porridge for her right now. Can you give me her address?”

She doesn’t respond right away. Finally, she states, “I can’t just give you my best friend’s address.”

Todo expects this type of response. It was Sara who caught him staring at her best friend’s ass in that mini skirt. She probably still thinks he’s a pervert.  He can’t blame her for being protective, but he’ll be damned if he can’t see his girlfriend tonight and feed her some porridge. “Please. I’m almost at the porridge shop right now. I just want to bring it to her. I want to do something nice for her.”

More silence, until she relents. “Okay. I’ll give you her address. But I’m coming too. I’m almost off work. I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes.”

Todo breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Sara. Thank you.”

“You better be on your best behavior, mister!” she warns.

“I will, I promise.”

Luckily, there is a well rated soup shop near his current location. He buys a large bowl of plain rice porridge to go. As he makes his way to train station, he stops by a convenience store to grab a few Pocari Sweats. If she’s feeling nauseated, she might be vomiting; she’ll need to replenish her electrolytes. He also buys matcha green tea ice cream. At the café, he remembers her mentioning how much she loves matcha. Even if her sweet tooth is what got her into this mess, he hopes that the ice cream will be a nice treat to settle her stomach. 

As he pays, he notices a stuffed turtle plushie displayed at the window. At the Meet and Greet, when she was chatting away with Takada-Chan in her dressing room, she pretended to own a pet turtle named Nobu. Maybe she’ll like this. 

He boards the train heading in the direction of the address Sara texted him, bag of goodies in hand, determined to show her what he’s capable of. Sara is already there when he arrives, hands on her hips, lips pursed, eyebrows knit together. A defensive stance. “Good evening, Todo.” Her eyes narrow as she says his name.

Todo is not the type of person to get scared. This is well known fact. But even he can’t help but falter slightly under this intense gaze. It’s like a mama bear protecting her cub. “Hello. I brought some stuff for her.” 

He lifts the bag up for Sara to see. She glances at it, then her gaze averts back to him. “So, what’s the deal? Do you like her or something?” 

Wow, very straight forward. Todo clears his throat and stands tall. With as much confidence as he can muster, he confesses, “Yes. I like her.” Saying it out loud makes it real. There’s fluttering in his abdomen, giddy and excited. 

“We kissed today,” Todo admits. Sara’s eyes widen with surprise, but she remains silent. Listening. “We got confronted by some other fans. Said we were faking being a couple to get Takada-Chan’s attention. She thought it would be a good idea to kiss to shut them up. Maybe it was all just for show, but I felt something there. I feel something between us. I know I’ve been a jerk and a pain in the ass, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes to show that I can be a man worthy of her.” 

He draws a long breath and exhales slowly, waiting for a reaction from Sara. Suddenly, her expression softens as reaches into her pocket for something. A key. She grins at him. “It’s about time. I’m just surprised she made the first move, considering what a horndog you are. No offense.” She jingles the key in her hand. “I tried calling her, but she isn’t picking up. I’ve got a key to her place, so we can just head in and check on her.”

“Wait, that’s it? You looked so intimidating just a few seconds ago.”

Sara laughs loudly. “You thought I was intimidating? Oh man, I’m flattered. I just had to make sure your intentions are pure. Don’t think I don’t know about the naughty conversation you two had at the café. Or the fact that I caught you red-handed checking her out.” She glares at Todo as she warns, “I’m still keeping my eye on you, though. Better behave yourself.”

She unlocks the front door and gestures to follow her inside. He immediately puts the matcha green tea ice cream in the freezer. Sara side eyes him and asks, “Did you get that for her, too?”

Todo rubs the back of his neck. “Yeah. She told me she likes matcha, so I thought she’d like this.”

“I’m impressed. She will definitely like that.” He mentally pats himself on the back.   

He watches Sara approach a closed door and knock on it gently. She calls out her best friend’s name softly. When there’s no answer, she quietly opens the door and heads inside. 

Todo’s heart starts racing. What is he going to say to her? Should he confess to her right now? If she’s still feeling ill, he wouldn’t want to unload his feelings onto her. It might cause her more stress. 

He grabs the bag with the porridge and turtle plushie, ready to go. Waiting for the right moment to make his entrance. 

~~~

Sara’s voice calling out your name startles you awake. When you open your eyes, she’s kneeling on the ground beside the bed. “Hey, are you okay? We’ve been trying to call you for the past hour.”

You rub your eyes and yawn. “Yeah, I’m feeling okay.” Once you process what she said, you ask, “Wait, what are you doing here?”

“I heard you got sick from eating too much chocolate. You can be so lame sometimes,” she chuckles, ruffling your head. 

“Who told you?”

“Your boyfriend.”

That gets you sitting up immediately. “Todo texted you?”

“Yeah. He was so worried about you. Even bought you porridge and green tea ice cream.”

“He had all that delivered? For me?”

“No, dummy. He’s here.”

“Todo is here?”

Sara nods with a devilish grin on her face. Then, she gets up and walks out of your bedroom. You hear her speaking to someone, but you can’t make out what they’re saying. You hear heavy footsteps approaching. Todo stands in the doorway, holding a bag. “Hey.”

Him standing at the entrance of your bedroom makes you self-conscious. If you knew he was going to be here, you would have worn some cuter pajamas. Instead, you’re wearing boxer shorts and a raggedy oversized t-shirt that has been through trying times. You’re also currently braless. You pull the blanket up closer to your chest. “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at dinner with Takada-Chan.”

“I was worried about you. Wanted to make sure you were okay.” He stays standing in the doorway.

“Sara told me you bought me porridge. You left your date with Takada-Chan just to buy me some soup?” 

“Yeah. I guess I did.” After a few seconds of silence, he asks, “Can I come in?”

Something about him asking makes you feel at ease. Maybe he can be a gentleman after all. “Sure.”

He sits on the floor, cross legged, beside the bed. There’s a small tray you keep in arms reach by your dresser. You grab it and lay it out on your bed. 

“It might not be as hot. Just let me know if you want me to heat it more.” He places the bowl on the tray and hands you a soup spoon. 

This is really sweet. He’s being really sweet right now. 

The porridge smells amazing. You drop the blanket slightly as you lean forward to enjoy the soup. There’s still a bit of steam that comes out when you remove the cover. It looks heavenly. After the first spoonful, you hum in satisfaction. “This tastes amazing.” 

Todo smiles as he leans back onto his hands. “I’m glad you like it. Are you feeling better?”

“Yes. Sleeping and a hot compress helped. And this porridge is really hitting the spot.” 

“Is it really that good?”

“Yeah! Here, try it.”

He contemplates for a few seconds before crawling on his knees to move closer to the bed. You hold out a spoonful, your other hand underneath to prevent spillage. He leans his head forward and opens his mouth as you feed him. 

This feels very intimate for some reason. You see his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallows. “It’s good,” he says. 

You eat the rest of the porridge in silence, Todo watching you from the floor. Once you’re all done, he puts the empty bowl in the bag and reveals the cutest turtle plushie you’ve ever seen. “I also got you this. Thought you might like it. You can name it Nobu.”

This is too much. You feel like you might explode from the cuteness overload. He hands you the turtle and you squeeze it against your chest. “Thank you so much. You’re really sweet.”

He smirks, a blush creeping to his cheeks. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” He leans against the side of the bed, hands tucked under his chin, eyes focused on you. 

“But you skipped the dinner with Takada-Chan. Are you upset?”

“Of course not. Didn’t feel right to be there without you anyways. I want to be here with you.”

You raise a brow at him, giving him a playful smile. “Then, I guess this means we’re friends. Even though you told me we could never be friends.”

Suddenly, he gets up and kneels on the side of the bed. The mattress sinks from his weight as he leans in closer to you. “I don’t want to be friends.” He’s centimeters from your face, though he remains still, waiting for you to make the first move. 

Maybe it’s the fact that he skipped a dinner with his “future wife” to bring you porridge. Or the fact that you’ve been yearning to rediscover how his lips feel against yours. Or maybe it’s because you like him. You actually like him. 

You set Nobu the turtle aside, afraid for what he might be exposed to in the next few minutes. 

You wrap your hands around the back of his thick neck to close the gap. The kiss is messy, sloppy, and hungry. He swirls his tongue in your mouth, desperate to taste you. The blankets covering your body are pushed away, exposing you completely to him. You hear him growl as straddles you, hands sliding down to your waist. His touch is firm, but gentle all at the same time. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as he slides underneath your shirt. 

He breaks the kiss as soon as he reaches your bare chest. “You’re not wearing a bra?” He’s breathing is heavy. You smirk at him as you shake your head no. 

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” he whispers in your ear, scattering wet kisses all along your neck, brushing his thumb over your peaked nipples, causing you to moan louder.

From the doorway, you hear a loud, “AHEM.”

Immediately, you unwrap your legs from around his waist. When did you even do this?!

You both distance yourself from each other and turn to face Sara with her arms crossed, glaring. Todo grabs the blanket that was tossed aside and pulls it to cover the both of you.

“Did you two just forget I was here? The door is wide open, you fucking perverts.” She walks to the end of the bed and bends over to pick something up. “And right in front of poor Nobu? You two are really despicable.” 

You burst out in laughter. Todo slowly hops off the bed and sits back down on the bedroom floor, muttering a guilty, “Sorry.”

She walks back towards the door. “I’m not trying to be a cockblock or anything, but maybe you two should establish what your relationship is first. Are you rivals still? Friends? Fuck buddies? Let’s be adults about this, shall we?” 

She steps out of the room, swinging the door closed. Before it shuts all the way, she yells, “I’ll be right outside if you need me!”

You bury your face in your hands, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”

He chuckles. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pounced on you like that.”

“I wanted it too. I mean, I still want it.”

“Don’t tempt me. I’m trying to be a gentleman here.” He leans forward to rest his head against the edge of the bed. “You should get some rest. We can talk later.” 

You study his face and reach out to delicately trace his scar with your fingers. “How did you get this?”

He holds your hand against his cheek and nuzzles into your palm. “Training, when I was a kid. Is it ugly?”

You smile at him. “Not at all. It’s actually really sexy.”

“Oh yeah?” he says softly with an eyebrow raised. He gives you a naughty smirk before pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist. It sets your skin ablaze.

“Todo, maybe we should take things slow. There’s still a lot we don’t know about each other.” 

With his eyes closed, he hums in response as he continues to kiss you. 

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, I am. We’ll take things slow. Whatever it is you want, I’ll do it. I want to know everything about you.” His lips move to the back of your hand, placing soft kisses between each of your knuckles. “I want to be with you. And not as an act.” 

“I want to be with you, too.” 

He looks at you with an affectionate gaze, his lips touching your skin. Your breathing staggers as the tightness in your chest intensifies with each delicate kiss. 

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I also got you some matcha green tea ice cream,” Todo mentions, in between kisses.

Maybe taking things slow will be a lot harder than you think.

[peoplefromheaven]

Indoor dates:

Boardgame night

Sushi and wine evening

Indulge in their favourite video games

Paint together

Cook together

Flashlight hide and seek

Have a dessert competition

Play card games

Fondue

Have a couples yoga session

Wine and cheese evening

Massages

Wings, beers and a game is all you need

Movie marathon

[vamqiredove]

kin/therian/inhuman advice/help suggestions - focused on more animalistic types

please note that this is largely based on our experience and may not help all who have the same cravings/urges/ect.

blood cravings: find clamato juice or something similar. clam tomato juice. not sure if it is sold in the USA. might sound gross but its thick, red, salty, and high in iron. it satiates our cravings very well. alternatively, see if local butchers will sell animal blood. you can claim for it to be for things such as blood pancakes.

raw meat cravings: buy fatty, thinly sliced meat from a deli. once again it is very salty, and it feels good to tear. you can safely eat raw beef; sear the outside to rid bacteria on the outside. slice it off and you can eat the still raw meat inside. you can also do this with fondue beef to just cook the outside of the small cube. never eat raw minced meat; bacteria is all through it already and must be fully cooked.

be careful to not eat too much raw meat; it can be unhealthy for your vessel.

more normal food cravings: for us, this is birdbrain related. indulge these cravings. learn what they are so you can keep these things on hand. we keep seeds and nuts in stock and it's not a bad idea to keep things such as fish frozen in a freezer as a clutch for intense fish cravings. if you have cravings for non-traditional meat for your area [ie game animals such as duck, deer, moose, or mutton if NA / beef if EUR from what i understand ] make an effort to look for stores or butchers who carry it.

phantom limbs/differences-

digitigrade: minimize wearing shoes/socks. if you need to learn how to walk on the balls of your feet in your vessel, get some heels. learn quadrobics. try to make yourself fake legs, look into how furries and satyr cosplayers make theirs.

wings: open-back clothes can feel more comfortable. when laying down on your front, put a slightly warm heating pad across your back to simulate weight. watch your posture. make fake wings to wear.

tails and paws: once again look into how furries make theirs.

Neffertity is a fursuit maker who's posted tutorials on youtube. they have a video on making ears, paws, claws, wings, digitigrade paws, and super motion tails.

clothing tips: if furred, find clothing that resembles the texture of your fur. learning sewing can make it easy to accomidate your ahumanity.

find community. take part in art. if possible, engage in VR responsibly.

[chichikoi]

insatiable.

synopsis: men with a foodie chef s/o. fandoms: Attack on Titan, Genshin Impact, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kuroko's basketball. genre: fluff warnings: talks of food, gn! reader. a/n: i had fun. also, first post !! yum. (i wrote this with gojo and only gojo on my mind. yeah.) not proofread LMAAOAODJFOI

If you think that he is even slightly inconvenienced by your appetite, you thought wrong. He is the most supportive of your godzilla stomach monster, by which i mean... stay-in movie nights are filled with your favourite foods, baking at 2 am while dancing in the refrigerator light, midnight drives to get milkshakes and fries while listening to the most nostalgic songs. he sets up the cutest picnic baskets spends the night stargazing with you and indulges in food crawls (because who wouldn't want to find the best taco truck in town on a random tuesday night, right?) Yes, he absolutely would take you to expensive restaurants and get all dressed up for you, but he also makes a date out of raiding grocery store samples, setting up tents in your backyard and eating take-out while losing yourselves in pointless banter, dipping different foods into chocolate fondue "as an experiment." On lazy days when your fridge is near-empty and grocery shopping isn't exactly on the to-do list, he'd make a challenge out of making foods with whatever's available (it's a bad idea, unless you're okay with eating brown rice tossed in cheese and... avocados? blergh.) And yes, he is absolutely the type to suggest making individual pizzas and put the most bizarre toppings on them.

HANGE, Kaeya, CHILDE, Thoma, GOJO, Kise.

moodboard utc (i thought it'd be a cute addition :o)

[wisteria-blooms]

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Reblog this if you want readers to come into your ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines.  Or, send in a ⭐star⭐  to have the author select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!

Okay, so bear with me as I type this half-asleep...

long hair & tattoos (lh&t as someone kindly abbreviated; I love it!!) is obviously my baby or my first-born child, if you will. Obviously, the tropes aren't original, but it was my fake-dating template for sunburns & dragons (let's call that sb&d). You'll see the chapters mirror each other. For example:

Chapter 1: The dinner

Chapter 2: Talking to Fred/George

Chapter 3: Meeting Bill/Charlie

Chapter 4: Making plans

Chapter 5: Meeting the parents

Chapter 6: An argument with the parents

Chapter 7: Talks about moving in together...

Okay, so I want to talk about the moving in part. I don't think I'm any sort of expert on Bill and Charlie's characters nor could I give good advice on how to write them, but I tried to make the distinct in the same situations.

Bill (lh&t) (Chapter 7):

“I don’t mind it, really,” Bill responded. It seemed like he’d been thinking about what happened at dinner, too. “If the penthouse is as big as your father says it is, then we could both live there without issue. We might not even see each other.”

“I’ll use the money to rent elsewhere,” you suggested. “It’d look suspicious if you rented under your name. Your father would find out.” You wracked your brain for another option. “Then I’ll take your flat.” “I don’t know if the owners will be so happy after I announce the termination. And even then, there’d be a place under my name and yours.”

At the end of the chapter, Bill accepts (Y/N)'s offering of the penthouse. I actually had a bout of amnesia and forgot that he offered to share it with her, and shot down her suggestions because they'd be risky. To me, it shows that he wouldn't mind living with her, and she doesn't deserve not to live there. But there's a more.... rational and refined side to him that tells him it wouldn't be a great idea. Real people having real feelings. Things could get tangled and messy. At this point of the story, he doesn't have any romantic feelings for her, but knows something could happen and someone could get hurt. That's why he stays on the down low for the next couple weeks. (Aside: he starts thinking more about (Y/N) in Chapter 8 after seeing her at the family dinner).

vs. Charlie (sb&d) (Chapter 7):

“Swimming in luxury and eating fondue on quartz countertops, indulging in vintage wines while I’m wedged in between my two loudest and most annoying brothers on a bed that can barely support my weight,” Charlie wallowed in self-pity, punctuating his remarks with a long sigh. “The universe really chooses favourites.” A crescent of sweat grazed your neck, outlining your sweater, at what you were about to say. Feeling your guilt implode, you blurted out: “You can stay over if you need."

“You have to get the unit first before dreaming about living with me,” Charlie teased, emphasising the word ‘me’ by pointing at himself, and subsequently, ricocheting your lack of faith against you.

Charlie wouldn't have cared if (Y/N) had asked him to move in with her, but since she did, he definitely doesn't mind sharing a space with her. At this point, Charlie has no romantic feelings for (Y/N), but has been extremely flirtatious. (Y/N) soon realizes she has to be careful around him (like, is what he's saying real or just something to make me feel good?). Charlie, unlike Bill, hasn't thought about the weight he's putting on (Y/N) and the repercussions. He's used to being friends with woman, flirting as he likes, and not expecting any sort of commitment. Having a roommate - someone to hang out and cook with - is just fun.

That's why I say Bill knows what he wants, Charlie "dillydallies" a lot more. But will that change? We'll find out in a couple of chapters.

Anyway, that's my director's cut. Let me know if there's anything else I can explain!!

[bleaksqueak]

Since I got a good little handful of asks about it today, I wanted to pop in while I'm waiting on this file to send to my pc and say: I think *most* artists absolutely value comments and support more than they let on. It's a little embarrassing to shout it from the rooftops, or at the very least a slight faux pas, but it's true. In truth, I've been extremely down lately, but logging in to see comments, reblogs, likes, tag comments or getting asks posing fun little questions offer a lot of cheer even when the gloom is hanging a bit heavy. It's like, sure, I'm drawing ultimately for myself-- this comic/these characters are more self-indulgent than the most decadent fondue in existence, but I've also always wanted to work on a project like this when working on various other NDA projects for other people in the past. So the comments and engagement are far from a bother or annoyance, they mean the world to read, instead! So, thank you!

[kyouryokusenshi]

Mulder licks chocolate off of Scully at a restaurant early in their relationship and they barely make it home. Prompt. Please 🍷

A Sweet Encounter

@today-in-fic

Mulder & Scully found themselves in a brief respite from the paranormal as they took a well-deserved break at a quaint fondue restaurant nestled in the heart of Asheville, North Carolina.

The dimly lit restaurant was adorned with flickering candles that cast a warm, romantic glow across the wooden tables and intricately patterned wallpaper. Mulder, always one to indulge in his cravings, had decided to order a sinfully rich chocolate fondue for dessert, complete with a platter of meticulously arranged cookie pieces, cheesecake, marshmallows, and an assortment of berries. Scully, on the other hand, had favored her selection of veggies for their main fondue course as Mulder unapologetically went to town on dipping the warm pieces of fresh bread and seasoned meat slices they were served. It was a perfect compliment to the red wine they sipped.

As they savored their respective treats, it was as if the universe conspired to make this moment irresistible. Mulder’s eyes met Scully's, and a mischievous smile crept across his face. Without warning, he dipped a lone marshmallow into the warm chocolatey goodness with his fondue stick and leaned slightly across the table.

"Scully, have you ever tried anything like this?" he asked, his voice low and playful.

Scully raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Tried what, Mulder? Fondue?"

"This," he replied with a grin, and before she could react, he reached across the table and gently smeared the chocolate sauce across her lips. Scully froze for a moment, caught off guard by his audacious move, but then she broke into a surprised yet amused laugh.

"Mulder, you..." she started, wiping away the chocolate with a napkin, "...are unbelievable."

He shrugged with a nonchalant smirk. "Just conducting a culinary experiment, Scully."

She rolled her eyes playfully and reached for her napkin, but Mulder's teasing grin remained etched on his face. Their easy banter and shared laughter flowed effortlessly, blending seamlessly with the restaurant's ambiance.

But the night was far from over. As they paid the bill and left the restaurant, they found themselves walking along the moonlit streets, the crisp night air wrapping around them. It was a comfortable silence that enveloped them, filled with the unspoken connection that had grown between them over the past few years.

However, as they walked, Mulder couldn't resist the urge to continue their playful encounter. He stealthily swiped another dab of chocolate sauce from his dessert and, with a swift movement, smeared it on Scully's cheek.

"Mulder!" Scully exclaimed, her surprise mixed with laughter.

He grinned mischievously. "Seemed like you needed a little extra flavor, Scully."

Scully shook her head, her eyes dancing with amusement. "You're incorrigible."

By the time they reached Mulder's car, their light-hearted antics had ignited a newfound spark between them. With each laugh and exchange, the distance between them seemed to shrink.

As they finally reached the hotel room, their playfulness turned into something more. The air was charged with a palpable tension, an unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface. And before they knew it, Mulder's lips met Scully's, the taste of chocolate still lingering between them, acting as a delicious reminder of their earlier escapades.

In that moment, it became clear that their connection was evolving into something deeper, something that transcended their work and partnership. Their relationship had taken a sweet and unexpected turn, much like the dessert that had brought them closer that evening.

They barely made it through the door, their lips locked in a passionate embrace.

“Mmm, you always manage to keep me guessing, Mulder.”

[heraldeez]

Fright Night

Jayce x Reader | 4.4K | NSFW

Warning/Tags: fingering, cock warming, unprotected PnV, multiple orgasms, light overstimulation, and a tiiiny bit of Jayce bullying

Jayce can’t handle horror. Like, at all. You, on the other hand, are an absolute horror buff – so with false bravado, he agrees to a scary movie night.

A/N: Call this fic fondue, with the way it’s dripping cheese.

Happy pre-Halloween, everyone! I’m an absolute Halloween enthusiast, so the dialogue and premise in this one are super cheesy and self indulgent. Tis the season. 🎃

Technically I came up with the bones for this one all the way back in May/June-ish (wdym you aren’t plotting for Halloween before summer even starts? 🤔) and had a little chuckle when my months old concept lined up perfectly with the Arcane Halloweek prompt for day two, Scary Movies.

As always, a big thanks to my discord beloveds for peering over my shoulder to hype me up about Jayce’s balls.

Enjoy! :]

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“Does it have to be scary scary?” Jayce whines, already hiding in your shoulder. “Couldn’t we just… I don’t know, watch Halloween Town or something? Or, ooh, Hocus Pocus. That’s scary!”

“Absolutely not.” Your answer is swift and buoyant, an unambiguous negative to both the movie suggestion and the implication that Hocus Pocus was a genuinely scary film, not looking away from where you’re flicking through the streaming menus. October has finally rolled around, and you aren’t going to let the occasion go uncelebrated.

The screen rolls through movie after movie, flicking to the next, judging them based on a highly important personal merit system – including deeply sophisticated metrics, such as how much fake gore they had budget for or how many times you’d get to joke with Jayce about the tits on screen.

“It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown?” Jayce tries weakly. He already knows your answer.

Your grin is sharp as you stumble over a promising new release, and Jayce groans when you select it, the trailer beginning an eerie musical score as you flip through the confirmation screen.

“You said you could handle it when I asked you to have a scary movie night, Jayce,” you tut, good naturedly. “Where’d all that bravado go?”

Leaping to your feet – startling your boyfriend in the process, who makes his displeasure known immediately with a high-pitched noise of malcontent and some extremely dignified grabby hands, reaching for your retreating form – you stalk over to the lightswitch and cast the room into darkness, only the dim flickering of the television screen lighting up your adorable boyfriend.

“Oh, come on – really?” Jayce snaked his arms anxiously around a pillow in your absence, cotton squishing under his thick biceps.

You tug it from his grip and toss it over the back of the couch playfully, plopping down next to him and drawing him tight up against your side before he can lament your pillow-related cruelty.

You blow the screen a teasing kiss. “It’s October 1st, baby. Gotta set the ambience correctly, or Halloween won’t bless us with good candy this year.”

Jayce wraps his arms tight around your waist, whole body curling around you with his cheek squished into your shoulder. You can hear him grumble about how you’re adults who buy their own candy, so what does it matter, but you don’t deign that fact with a response.

The grip he has on you only tightens as the movie starts.

It’s not the scariest thing you’ve seen, honestly a rather slow start, but Jayce gets twitchier with every passing second, huddling against you like he’s trying to envelope you as an anchor.

He’s honestly so endearing. It’s cute how his large frame is clinging like he’ll blow away in the breeze, built arms squeezing you tight.

If you were more the fraidy cat type, his protective weight would probably feel like heaven, the world’s most secure blanket. You rub soothing fingers over the sculpted curve of his forearm, and feel the way his jaw settles heavier onto your shoulder, relaxing just a fraction.

The movie is only half an hour in, and at this point, you’re tilted up against the arm of the couch after all his leaning, snuggled into some kind of cozy-cramped, sideways, halfway upright spooning position – your frightened puppy of a boyfriend peeping out over your shoulder and trying to press every inch of himself to you.

The dim atmosphere on screen seems to be getting to him, because nothing has even happened yet. But when the music swells, you can feel him go tenser than a steel rod, anticipation building on screen as the camera slowly pans closer and closer to the darkened alleyway.

Jayce shrieks when the movie finally gets on with it.

And of course, it’s just a cheap scare, revealing only a raccoon out behind the cursed house, the ignorant characters all laughing with relief. Nothing scary here.

You figured the director would pull something like that. This movie was really not in a hurry, for being less than two hours long.

Jayce doesn’t seem particularly comforted. “Whew, haha, that uh –” His breathing is legitimately choppy. You side eye him and find he’s covered his eyes with his hand. “That creature sure was scary!”

“It was a raccoon.”

“It – huh?”

“Look at the screen.”

His other arm tightens around you at the thought, Jayce laughing nervously. “I’m uh. I’m good behind here, actually.”

You’re struggling not to laugh. “Can’t really consider that watching a movie with me, can you?”

Jayce’s lips purse, fumbling for a retort, before he deflates against you just a bit. 

His fingers part just a crack, peeking whip-quick like the screen is going to bite him.

The raccoon stares back at him with beady eyes, chittering before darting into the woods, leaving the actors in peace.

Your boyfriend is silent for a beat. “Those things carry rabies, you know. That’s, uh, very scary. Ninety-nine percent fatal, if you don’t get vaccinated in time.”

Well. You suppose that is a certain type of scary.

You give him a reassuring smooch on the jaw, and as expected, his hand shifts to the side, hovering off to the right of his head so he can lean in to capture your lips.

You capture his hand hostage in return, poor Jayce whining into the kiss.

“Quit hiding, nothing scary is going to get you with me right here,” you chastise lightly.

Your lips press a firm kiss to his ensnared hand, interrupting his plaintive, high pitched, “But babe.”

The dilation of his pupils as your lips linger, breath puffing against his fingers, gives you the best idea.

“You want a distraction, sweetheart?” you ask, voice low and conspiratorial.

Caught off guard at your change of heart, Jayce gives a hesitant nod.

“Good. I have better uses for these hands, you know.”

With a final, lingering kiss to his palm, you thread your fingers through his and guide them down, past where he’s clinging to your waist with his other hand, to toy at the waistband of your pants.

His hand flexes with anticipation, but he doesn’t try to rush you. Satisfied, you press underneath, dragging him below both your waistband and panties to cup at your sex.

It must be apparent to Jayce the moment he touches you, that you’d been a bit excited ever since he got home. He’d immediately pulled you in, the scent of his cologne and the brisk fall air embedded in his coat wrapping around you as he leaned down for an indulgent kiss, pouring every ounce of how much he’d missed you into the way he moved his tongue. It had set the tone for the evening, really, flaring warmth in your core.

Sure you were thrilled to have a cozy date night watching scary movies and enjoying each other’s company, but you’d be lying if you hadn’t also been boiling with anticipation for a more intimate encounter as well.

Jayce genuinely groans when his index nudges against your slit, parting your folds to slip against where your arousal has been accumulating. With how he’d pressed so close for the past half hour, holding you tight, it was hard… to not get a little worked up.

“Fuck,” he breathes, fingers squirming further. “You’re so… fuck.”

“I beg your pardon?” you laugh.

“Perfect,” he slurs, mouthing at the side of your neck. He spreads you, gently, and it’s almost embarrassing when your arousal is legitimately audible. You can feel it slipping against your fingers, still twined with his. “So perfect, already dripping for me like that.”

You hum, breathless and noncommittal. “Maybe I get off on poorly written scripts and budget masked killers, hm?”

“Ha ha,” he deadpans.

Jayce’s unamused act would be perfectly believable if not for the raggedy edge to his breathing, or how his fingers scrub a needy circle over your clit before they skate down, dipping just slightly into your hole, playing in the arousal pooled there.

Jayce sucks in a shaky breath. “Hang on, just, uh, give me one second.”

Pulling his fingers out is the last thing you expect Jayce to do, but he does.

Jayce holds your clasped hands up to the faint light from the screen, admiring the way your slick is glistening visibly on his fingerpads, humming low and appreciative.

He shifts, entranced, jaw coming forward to lean past your shoulder, and then he’s guiding your fingers to his lips.

It’s impossible not to stare as he slips them past, into his mouth, slick digits disappearing past plush lips. Tongue curling around your fingertip, laving the flavor of you from the whorls of your skin, eyes lidded in pleasure.

The moment is made all the more intense by the fact that he’s staring back as you watch him, simmering gaze focused wholly on you as he hollows his cheeks and sucks, drawing in your taste and moaning for it.

The vibrations reverberate from your fingers straight into your crotch.

He huffs amusedly through his nose when your hips shift restlessly, a spike of arousal making you squirm back against him.

It’s not like you can’t feel the answering press of his erection, butted up against your hip.

He switches your fingers for his own, tongue curling in a way that’s embarrassingly distracting. His fingers are slick for a few reasons, at this point.

And then they’re traveling back down to slip headlong between your folds, eager to reenter your slick cunt. His spit drags over your clit as he slides the furrow of his pressed together fingers across it, reaching lower. Jayce sinks his middle and ring in deep, palm rubbing against where you need it most.

Lips trail blissfully against your neck as he sets a lazy rhythm with his wrist, fingers rocking into you deep. Jayce sighs a blissful “taste so good” into your skin, nuzzling closer like he can’t get enough skin pressed against you, despite being literally inside you.

His fingers slow, briefly. Soft lips brush against your ear as he opens his mouth, and –

“Wanna eat you out.”

Jayce’s tone is hovering somewhere between whiny and worshipful.

“Mm, and then you wouldn’t be watching the movie, now would you?” Your hand curls around the curve of his bicep, ignoring his noise of disagreement. “Later, yeah? If you can manage this for me.”

A breathy groan falls from his lips at the prospect, nodding placated against your shoulder.

You’d offered him a distraction to make the experience more fun for him, but now you’re finding yourself distracted by him. The film can’t hold a candle to the way his thick fingers are opening you up thoroughly, the way his jaw rests on your shoulder, facing the screen like a good boy, yet eyes glazed over, probably taking in next to nothing.

Still, he was behaving for you. He was good like that, even if you could feel each time he swallowed, not the slightest bit unaffected by what you were allowing him to do between your legs, mouth dry.

You knew damn well what he’d like to wet it with.

Jayce slides in a third finger, moaning gently at the noise you make for the stretch. He thrusts them a few times to appreciate the slick noises that you can’t help, before he settles for a toe-curling screwing motion, tips of his fingers flirting over your nerves like an ignition spark.

All the more distracting was the heavy weight of his cock, jutting unmistakably against you through his gray sweats. Waiting patiently – but you could feel the way it flexed at each noise you made for him.

He really was being so good for you.

“Put it in.”

“Mmm?” comes Jayce’s distracted response, zenned out and completely entranced in the feeling of your slick pooling around the base of his fingers.

He snaps back to focus on your words when you reach over your hip to cup him through his sweatpants, palm rolling against his shaft while your fingertips wriggle a hair between his legs, rubbing teasingly against his balls.

“You with me now, handsome?”

“Yeah!” His voice cracks a little in his haste to get the word out, clearing his throat with an embarrassed chuckle, “‘M with you. Totally understood, loud and clear.” Jayce scrambles to get his hands in position to rid himself of his pants, fast as possible, but it’s not exactly smooth with one hand trapped beneath your waist and the other still inside you.

You catch his wrists, holding him in place.

“Please, allow me,” you purr, enjoying the way he lets himself be manipulated into whatever position you want him in, unquestioning in his eagerness. His fingers curl a bit where they’re buried, but otherwise he stops moving a muscle.

Your own fingers slip from his wrist and pluck teasingly at the drawstring of the soft heathered pants, before dragging one side over the warm, smooth skin of his hip.

No underwear.

“Hmm, somebody was hopeful. Looking for a treat?”

Jayce laughs nervously, fingers pulsing a little deeper, palm butting up against your folds. “Well, I mean. Maybe, y’know, a little, yeah.”

Unhurried, you guide his cock out of the fabric folds, bouncing slightly as it’s exposed to air, and ghost featherlight fingers against the tip.

They come away deliciously sticky. Teasing him is just too fun.

“What do you say, Jayce, to get a treat on Halloween?” You ask, voice innocent and sugary sweet.

“Wh- come on, really?” he complains, hips nudging into your hold impatiently.

You hum expectantly, angling the head of his cock to rub against his own fingers, still tucked snugly inside of you.

He sighs heavily, laying his forehead on your shoulder in defeat.

You can’t help but laugh when he clumsily taps the head of his cock against your entrance in a pointed one-two beat, obviously mimicking a “knock knock” motion.

“... Trick or treat,” he grumbles.

“Go on then, help yourself,” you reply, bubbly and committed to the bit. The responding snort of laughter against your shoulder is by far the sweetest thing in the room, though.

Eager to a fault, the speed which Jayce pulls his fingers from your cunt echoes with a depravedly wet noise, teasing an aroused groan from his lips. His fingers go from your entrance to his cock in about half a second, wet fingers rubbing your slick into the soft, sensitive skin of his frenulum with a pleased sigh.

So caught up in physical pleasure, you both had all but forgotten the movie playing on screen as Jayce lines himself up, sinking in a mere half inch.

The speakers erupt with a shrill peal, soundtrack heightening with the mounting horror of the plot, and startles the both of you – Jayce jerking forward to cling to you and shoving himself forward in your cunt a few inches all at once, whine tearing from his throat.

Heart rate finally up, you let out a breathless laugh, eyelids fluttering at the sensation dragging against your walls.

“Sorry,” Jayce chokes, “I – fuck – I wasn’t expecting that, I just – You alright?”

The concern is so sweet, and so completely unnecessary.

“I am so good,” you sigh, breathy and pleased, reveling in the heat pooling between your hips at the adrenaline and slight roughhousing. “Keep going.”

Jayce’s right hand comes up to cup your chest, both arms now wrapped around you, peering down the length of your body to see where he’s filling you up, hips forging a much more gradual slide into your slick heat.

“Keep watching the screen, Jayce.”

He swallows audibly as your fingers curl around his jaw, pulling him back up to the movie.

Your hand drops to rest over his, the rough press of his callouses against your nipple making you shiver. They’re still wet from being buried in your pussy. His fingers flex, unconsciously squeezing as he bottoms out, happy trail scratching lightly against your skin.

And naturally, you wriggle your hips back against him, pinning him more firmly between you and the couch.

“Stay right there,” you whisper. “Let me keep you warm.”

In contrast, Jayce shivers against you, nodding desperately. “Yeah, yes, fuck. Whatever you want, baby, I – please.”

The thick, leaking head of his cock is rubbing decadently against the front of your pussy, pressing against the spot that makes you want to scream his praises.

But if he can exercise his best restraint to please you, the least you can do is follow through. Snuggling your back against his chest and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, you turn your gaze back to the movie, content to tease him until its end. More of the gritty tale ticks by, minute after minute, in comfortable stillness.

It’s warm, wrapped up in his arms. Feels good to just zone, soaking in the way he’s hard and leaking inside you. You’re content to sit here all night, wrapped up in each other, just surrounded by his heat and scent and soft skin.

But the next jumpscare gets you good.

It’s so perfectly paced, hitting just as the plot is pulling you back in, leaning forward in your improvised seat with each unfolding detail. A spray of fake gore tears across the screen as the way you thought things were going is brought to a horrific end, grating noise filling your living room when the killer makes another appearance for the unfortunate group on screen.

Exciting, startling, and perfectly executed – the scare has all your muscles tensing up in shock, gasp tearing from your throat.

It’s enough to have even you, the proclaimed horror lover, reeling back to put some distance between yourself and the shocking display.

Not that there’s much room for you to jerk back, considering the wall of warm, tense muscle currently wrapped around your back, trembling like a chihuahua.

Jayce had let out a squeak that you’d chalked up as terror in moment of the jumpscare, but as his hips give a tiny jerk against your own, cock throbbing where it’s buried in you, you aren’t so certain.

And when it dawns on you, how tightly you had just clenched your entire body at the fright, a wicked grin spreads across your face. How tight you must have clenched around him, how heavenly that must have felt despite the torment his brain was taking from the screen.

Surreptitiously, you shift your thighs and shove your hips even closer back to his, truly stuffed on each and every inch of his cock.

So when the killer next flits across the screen, delivering another bloody death, you clench hard. Purely in fear, of course.

Jayce chokes on air behind you, thighs flexing against yours as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“Ah ah, none of that.” Your fingers pull gently at his jaw, coaxing his gaze back to the screen. “You wouldn’t want to miss any of the scary bits, they’re the best part.”

As if on cue, a blood curdling scream rings out from the surround sound, accompanied by a toe curling flex of your internal muscles, dragging a wrecked groan from your boyfriend’s throat.

He stays obediently watching though, ragged breaths drawing in the scent of you, hips shifting restlessly with the urge to thrust, to rut into you until he comes.

You coo, adoring, at his good behavior, stroking sugar sweet in reward through his stubble.

And so the game begins, an endless tease where he cannot thrust, but must wait for the movie to torture him to receive the mindnumbing clench of your cunt around him, like some sort of perverse Pavlovian training.

Somebody dies?

Clench.

Killer emerges from the shadows, music swelling shrilly in horror?

Clench.

You pinch his side suddenly, for a bit of amusement, shocking a yelp out of him?

Vice tight clench, drawn out with a small rock of your hips, as a treat.

The movie slides past the three quarters mark, violence and horror peaking, and Jayce is an insensate mess behind you, clutching tight.

The firm hand cupping your chest squeezes instinctively at each scare, his other arm locked like rebar over your waist, clinging to his soft barrier between the scary screen and himself.

You can feel him throbbing consistently, breath ragged, and as you continue to flex around him to the violence unfolding on screen, Jayce breaks.

Throat working around a shocked cry, his hips buck sporadically in the narrow space on the couch, eyes rolling back as he fills you up. Each drag of his cock slips tantalizingly over the sensitive portion of your front walls, painting it with his release as the thick tip firmly skates against it on each push in.

Not enough to get you there, but enough to drive you wild.

Enough to make you want more.

His moans trail into sweet whimpers, nuzzling into your shoulder, blissed out and pleasure drunk.

And said whimpers pitch up, confused and surprised and pinched with overstimulation as you continue to shift your hips, squeezing him tight as the killer on screen brandishes a weapon.

“Hold still, puppy – you’re going to keep being good for me.”

You don’t phrase it as a request.

Jayce gulps, nodding anyway.

Your hand traces over your clit, only the slight tremor of your fingers betraying your excitement.

It’s wet, your slick pooling around the base of his cock, and even more, the viscosity of Jayce’s come beginning to spill out coats your fingers.

You grind a borderline too-hard circle into your clit, hips twitching at the pleasure-pain spark.

Jayce is in a similar boat, breath catching in his throat as your cunt drags overstimulation down the length of his shaft, shiver wracking his core.

“Lemme – fuck, I wanna make you feel good, let me make you feel good, babe –” His hand fumbles down to bat yours out of the way, his index finger rubbing sweetly over your clit.

You’re in no shape to complain, heat curling in the cradle of your hips, pleasure stoking you towards orgasm once more.

His fingers are big. Rough from metalworking, but gentle in their touch. They feel divine, as his fingers part to stroke in tight lines on either side of your clit, cock still stretching you out.

Impatience is getting the better of you, and you rock your hips, searching for the last push to make your brain go blank.

And you find it, pressing the head of Jayce’s cock into the sensitive spot at the front of your walls. The pressure forces a moan from your throat, body going tight and relaxing by turn as you teeter on edge.

Jayce chokes at the renewed movement, curling tight to your back, gritting out little protests, “I can’t, I can’t, please.”

But his fingers never falter, twisting against you the way he knows you like best.

You’ve never been one to let a good deed go unpunished.

“You can,” you pant, hand shooting up to thread fingers through his hair. Dirty move, considering what that does to him.

The pleasure you gain from his shocked cry is almost as visceral as the physical feeling of his fingers and cock, honestly. He melts under a little manhandling, cock twitching inside you.

Your hips can only move so far, stuck sideways on the couch, but you’re making use of every inch, rocking back onto him to hear him keen for you.

Jayce whines when you yank his hair unthinkingly, nerves bound up in stimulation, and pleasure licks up your spine when his hips buck to meet yours.

One –

Two –

A third direct strike over your sensitive inner walls, and the pleasure broadens to a cascade, your orgasm finally tipping over to grip you tight.

Distantly, you can hear Jayce whimper as you clench tight in the throes of pleasure, hips squirming back against him, punching little ahs from your throat with each bump of the head of his cock.

It’s good enough to make your brain go fuzzy, breaths clawing down your throat as your head tips back to rest on his shoulder, final pangs of bliss rattling through your core, making you spasm around him.

Jayce’s grip on you is tight, breathing labored, leaking cock still needy.

You clasp your free hand with one of his, locked over your torso, and drag him in by the hair, breaths mingling as your lips hover the barest distance from his.

“You did perfect, Jayce, stop holding back. Spill for me, c’mon, I know you have it in you –”

You can taste Jayce’s devastated wail, his hand flexing in yours as he comes again.

His knee jerks out only to wrap tight around your legs, whole body curling tight around you as his muscles protest the overstimulation. Arms a rigid band, chest sealed to your back, squishing you with his pleasure.

Most intoxicating is the flex of his cock, filling you to overflowing in hot pulses.

Sticky, sweet, everything you could possibly want and more.

He goes lax against you as the orgasm finally lets him go, entire weight squashing you into the couch cushions.

It’s adorable. You run a soothing hand through his hair, cooing his praises and allowing him to nuzzle into your neck, wordless pleased noises uttered into the strands of your hair as he catches his breath. Large hands run over your skin clumsily, appreciating you right back, despite his current lack of a brain.

Finally, you extricate yourself slowly, carefully, breath coming out in a rush as his cock slips free, pulling a final whimper from your lover. You stand to stretch, taking care not to leak, and turn so you can look him over.

Jayce’s cheeks are rosy. You’ll have to fetch him some water, you note, admiring the mess of his hair, the shine of sweat on his biceps.

You lean in to press a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose.

“So, what do you think? Is the genre starting to grow on you?”

Jayce looks somewhere between harrowed and fucked out, gaze kinda spacey. But he gives you a wobbly half thumbs up.

You hum mischievously. “That’s good to hear, because I’m pretty sure we’re going to have to rewatch this one, I kinda missed the ending –”

“You – oh, fuck no,” Jayce can barely say through breathless laughter, burying his face in the couch cushion.

[dear-dorian-gray]

*As the letter is opened, carefully pressed and dried snapdragons seem to fall out in a variety of colors.* Dear Dorian,

I hope this letter reaches you well, It would truly be embarrassing if it somehow got lost on the way. It's also within my deepest wishes that you also appreciate the snapdragons (Assuming they didn't crumble), I thought them the most befitting, That and I can't say they're appreciated enough. I'm not certain how I found my way into your letter box, But I just wanted to give a greeting, and also perhaps ask a small question of my own.. If that's alright with you of course. Just a simple one. Do you prefer sweets, Or do you have more of a Savory Palate? Sincerely, *Whoops.. Looks like the ink decided to bleed over, Perhaps they need to be more careful when using their pens.*

My darling Anon,

I thank you very much for this letter, and I found the snapdragons to be a lovely thought. How thoughtful of you! I do so adore flowers. I may have them framed.

Now I will get to the point of your question. There are very many foods that I enjoy, but I do lean towards sweet about savoury. Of course one must watch one's waistline, but I find that I never seem to gain weight, and as such I regularly indulge in cakes, fruits, and chocolate. I adore chocolate fondue.

Sincerely, Dorian Gray

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The Witch's Feast: A Kitchen Grimoire

A decadent collection of magical dishes and feasts created by the herbalist, witch, chef and co-owner of Catland Books, Melissa Madara. The feast is a meeting place between family and friends, between humans and gods.   This decadent collection of enchanting dishes is an indispensable companion to kitchen witchcraft, revealing the storied history and seductive art of magical cooking. With witch, herbalist and chef Melissa Jayne Madara as your guide, explore five facets of the occult through food: traditional recipes, the wheel of the zodiac, devotional meals to the planets, seasonal feasts to celebrate solstices and equinoxes, and practical spellwork.   Recreate a pagan feast of lamb roasted with milk and honey, with cheesecake baked in fig leaves for dessert.   Celebrate a Gemini birthday with herbed fondue, followed by lemongrass pavlova.   Align with the poetic pleasures of Venus with edible flower dumplings, or commune with Saturn over blackberry pulled pork sandwiches.   Enjoy the vibrancy of the spring equinox with herb and allium quiche with a potato crust, radish salad with cherry blossom vinaigrette and jasmine tea shortbread.   Share an evening of storytelling over mugwort and catnip divination tea, or embody an otherworldly spirit with ritual bread masks.   Packed with ancient knowledge, practical advice and witchcraft expertise, this book will help you develop your craft through culinary creativity. Gather, share, and rediscover the most fundamental of human rituals: the divine indulgence of the senses and the soul.

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Video Call: Private Hot-spring

2023 Valentine's Call from Osborn 🔥

An hour until our date? Of course I remember.

Just wanna check on how your preparation goes.

I look so pumped up? Do I? The hot-spring at that hotel is not even up to the size of swimming pool at my place.

But the semi-open air setting is not bad. The weather’s good tonight, it’s perfect to enjoy the night view.

You should bring a warmer bathrobe. I dare say you'll love the balcony.

Oh right, there’s a projector in front of the hot-spring, we can reserve a movie in advance to watch while we soak. Have you decided on a movie?

No preference? Then I’ll make a suggestion. What about the film that swept the international film critics' awards last year?

Before this, you said that the film is timely and relevant. How could you possibly forget?

You also say, you want to indulge in a calming aromatherapy session and some wine while soaking.

It’s all been taken care of. So much so that I’ve even ordered chocolate fondue for supper.  

Our evening will be a treat of soaking in the hot-spring, dining and enjoying the view. Isn’t this “the feel” that you always emphasise?

I’ve picked up a lot from you, too. Relax, I intend to give you a night to remember forever.  

It’s almost time, I’ll be on my way to pick you up. See you soon.

Video available here. Enjoy! :)

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National Chocolate Covered Anything Day 

Indulge in a chocolate fountain or fondue to dunk any treats you fancy or drizzle your favorite desserts in delicious sauce and syrup.

Chocolate, a candy loved by both children and adults alike. But how much can it go on? What edible creations can molten chocolate create? Where in the world are certain chocolate dishes made a favorite staple? Well, in order to find the answers to all those questions, we must do a time-hop into the past, for this is the search of the history of Chocolate Covered Everything Day!

Learn about Chocolate Covered In Anything Day

Who doesn’t love chocolate? It’s creamy, sweet, and delicious! While we can all eat chocolate on its own, it is fun to combine chocolate with other ingredients as well! A lot of people love strawberries dipped into chocolate; a real classic. Or, how about some chocolate pretzels? There are plenty of weird and wonderful ideas you can try as well, such as dipping French fries into chocolate ice cream. Hey, don’t knock it until you have tried it! If you have ever wondered what something would taste like in chocolate, today is the perfect opportunity for you to find out.

History of Chocolate Covered Everything Day

We all know and love the dark and sweet bricks called chocolate, we even melt it down and put on our ice cream! When was this delectable treat created? The history of chocolate begins in Mesoamerica. Fermented beverages made from chocolate date back to 1900 BC. The Aztecs believed that cacao seeds were the gift of Quetzalcoatl, the god of wisdom, and the seeds once had so much value that they were used as a form of currency. After chocolate’s arrival in Europe from oversea expeditions in the sixteenth century, sugar was added to it and it became popular throughout all of Europe, first among the ruling classes of the European societies, and then among the common people. Jose de Acosta, a Spanish missionary who lived in Peru and then Mexico in the later 16th century, described its use more generally.

Loathsome to such as are not acquainted with it, having a scum or froth that is very unpleasant taste. Yet it is a drink very much esteemed among the Indians, wherewith they feast noble men who pass through their country. The Spaniards, both men and women that are accustomed to the country are very greedy of this Chocolate. They say they make diverse sorts of it, some hot, some cold, and some temperate, and put therein much of that “chili”; yea, they make paste thereof, the which they say is good for the stomach and against the catarrh.

How to celebrate Chocolate Covered Everything Day

To celebrate the day where we coat everything we can in chocolate, we go out and find an affordable mini chocolate fountain, and then we buy whatever we like to go with our chocolate, take it home and set it up, and then enjoy the chocolate covered foods in the comfort of our own home, enjoying it any time we want! We can also celebrate by buying chocolate syrup, heating it up in a bowl and have a bowl of ice cream with a hot chocolate syrup topping.

There are lots of great chocolate desserts you can make on this day as well! We all deserve a treat now and again, and what better sweet treat than a chocolate-based dessert? From sticky toffee pudding to dark chocolate fondant, we take a look at the best desserts for chocolate lovers.

Let’s start with a Chocolate Sticky Toffee Pudding. This is a delicious traditional English dessert with a chocolate twist. When done correctly, sticky toffee features a rich moist sponge that is topped in a thick and indulgent toffee sauce. It is served with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. The coolness of the ice cream against the warmth of the toffee is an exquisite combination.

How about some Chocolate Bread and Butter Pudding? We recommend pairing the bread and butter pudding with a tasty rum banana ice cream. It’s comforting, creamy, and delicious.

You will struggle to find a dessert as decadent and indulgent as Dark Chocolate Fondant. You need just the right amount of gooeyness in the middle. The dessert is usually finished offer with a smooth and refreshing vanilla ice cream and a thick salted caramel sauce. Prepare for your taste buds to be sent into overdrive.

Finally, do you feel like being adventurous? How about some Chilli Spiced Chocolate Cake? Chilli and chocolate are two ingredients you wouldn’t expect to work well together but they make a delicious pairing. It’s not simply a case of making chocolate spicy. Both ingredients have real, varied fruit flavours and so it’s all about pairing them in a complementary manner, which is what you can do with a Chilli Spiced Chocolate Cake. Take this luxurious dessert and give it a contemporary edge by adding chilli, which gives a pleasant kick that will warm the back of your throat.

All in all, if you are a lover of chocolate sweets, you can rest assured that you will be more than happy with one of the four delicious desserts that have been mentioned! There are plenty of other recipes that you can try on National Chocolate Covered Anything Day!

Aside from making your own desserts, National Chocolate Covered Anything Day presents you with a good opportunity to support a local chocolatier. With the increase in the production of commercial chocolate, a lot of people overlook just how delicate and difficult the art of making chocolate can be! So, why not support your local chocolatier and let them know that you are amazed by their incredible work?

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Valais. The weather is ideal for indulging in raclette or fondue, wouldn't you agree?! By the way, are you familiar with the origin of the word "religieuse"? Find out more on our realestate's blog.

Valais. Le temps se prête bien à uen raclette ou à une fondue, non ?! A propos, connaissez-vous l'origine du mot "religieuse" ? Le détail sur le blog de l'agence.