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bump1nthen1ght · 4 months ago

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Attention To Detail Part Two (M!Demon x M!Cosplayer!Reader)

Pairing: Male!Demon x Male!Cosplayer!Reader

Genre: Fluff to Smut, Chance Meetings, Porn with a little Plot

Chapter Summary: After your mysterious meeting that halloween and fruitless searching, you'd accepted that you would probably never meet that handsome cosplayer again. Left with only a fake name and a costume, Galvith might as well have not existed at all. Little did you know, all it takes is another party and another costume to draw you two back together.

Warnings: Explicit Content Under the Cut (18+ ONLY)

Word Count: 3869 words

Part 1

A/N: The long awaited part two is here! I originally didn't have plans to continue this piece, content with where it left off. But given how much people enjoyed the first part, I found myself occasionally coming back to this concept and wondering where to go next. I probably started and stopped this second time almost ten times, never happy with how it was coming out. But after a sudden bout of inspiration I found myself outlining this and writing it all in a weeks time. Given my usual writing schedule, that's lightning fast lol. Hope y'all enjoy! Now, on to the shameless smut <3

God, my head hurts.

It’s a common thought one has in a nightclub. Pounding music, screaming people, flashing lights; The perfect recipe for a sensory nightmare. Combine that with sweat slowly dehydrating you, the slight buzz from the jello shots you threw back with friends, it's no wonder your head throbs. It's the one time you regret going hard for your costume, even if it's quickly swept away by your artistic pride. From the glimpses you get from the grungy, paint splattered mirrors littering this too-cramped club’s walls, you can tell you look good.

Your and your friends had decided to go as a group of angels, with very different final results. Some had gone with typical halloween angels, simple white clothes and wings and a halo. Others had gone farther out and went as Victoria Secret Angels, with fancy lingeries and flared shoulder pieces, evoking wings rather than having them outright. You met it somewhere in the middle: More costume-like than the Victoria Secret ones, but more slutty than the halloween ones. Your white toga was scandalously short, almost sweated through amongst all the dancing, but luckily you're body paint hadn’t smudged, the several faux eyes decorating your neck and collarbone still in detail enough to be recognized. But the real centerpiece was the headband, dedicatedly held in place by several bobby pins digging into your scalp, luckily still holding many of its intricate details You definitely went overboard with the thing, an uncomfortable weight amidst the thrashing of bodies. But you can’t regret wearing it, the fine detail on the wings and the gold accessories really pulling your outfit together. Without it you just look like a slutty roman gladiator, with it you resembled more the slutty “biblically accurate angel” that had inspired your look. The pictures from tonight were gonna look awesome.

The setting has you whole group feeling themselves, bumping and grinding both with each other and total strangers. The energy of the costume-night is electric, the comfortableness of their masks letting everyone run wild. It’s part of why you don’t shy away when a big pair of hands finds it way on your hips, denim pressing against your barely-clad backside. You revel in the breath that brushes across the back of your neck, the stranger so tall they have to bend around your headband to whisper into your ear.

“Posing as an angel, my incubus? How naughty.” The voice purrs, finally stopping you in your tracks.

No fucking way.

You whip around, heart pounding as your thoughts are confirmed, dark purple skin and bright yellow eyes.

“Galvith!” You squeal, almost drowned out by the pounding bass. You're quick to throw your arms around his shoulders, sink into his grip just like that fateful night those months ago. “Holy shit! I didn’t think you were still in town!”

You had been almost convinced he was a dream, if not for the several party-goers that corroborated the story of you making out with him on the dance floor. But none could confirm who he was, or even what his real name was. You had damn-near interrogated everyone in your friend group and beyond who had been there, even searched some niche roleplay websites with the name he had given you, and nothing. It had bummed you out immensely, chasing similar sensations with others in clubs not unlike this one, wondering if maybe you had unlocked a new part of yourself. But nothing compared to him, to that one night you almost spent together.

“I came back for you, sweetling. Just like I said I would.” Somehow that low voice of his cuts through the music, resonates straight into your ears. You melt under the attention, the way his eyes roll down your body making your skin burn.

“H-how’d you find me?” You ask, wondering if he had done the same thing as you, had searched for weeks, looking for his ‘little incubus.’

Galvith laughs, leaning into your cheek and sniffing.

“I followed that enticing little scent,” Galvith leans down and nips at the bottom of your earlobe, an electric shock running down your spine, “-I could never forget it.”

Galvith wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in, all questions thrown from your mind as he grinds a sizable bulge against your crotch. Even from behind denim you can feel it pulsing, can feel a tent pitch under your toga. God, you hope your friends are distracted with partners of their own, because the way you're throwing yourself at him right now is shameful.

“I-” your voice catches as Galvith writhes his hips in a circle, robbing you of sensible speech for a second, “-I couldn’t forget you either.” You bat your eyelashes, try to embody the sultry incubus you were that night, the confidence that had been instilled in you. It had carried in the days afterward, had inspired the very costume you’re wearing, and you refuse to let it falter now that he’s back.

Galvith’s smile widens, those familiar costume fangs looking extra sharp tonight. Goosebumps pepper down your arms when his calloused hand runs across the exposed skin of your thigh. It finds its place right below your ass, fingers reaching under the fabric and squeezing. You swoon then and there, knees knocking together. It’s all on Galvith to hold you up, keep you pressed together, chest to chest. He leans in close, your noses touching.

“I didn’t get to finish what I started last time.” A long tongue, pierced, flicks out and wets his lips. “Let's fix that.”

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Last year, you’d never have done this.

You were barely a club person already, the aforementioned suffocating noise and cramp of people only tolerable with the right group of friends and at max 3 times a year. Even tonight, the appeal of costumes had been the biggest draw. Yet here you are, making out with a man you’ve met twice, pressed as close as you can in this stuffy supplies closet. Here the bass barely penetrates, only the gentle murmur of people and the far away beats of the music. The only thing you can focus on is the smacking of lips, of your heavy breaths as Galvith steals the air right out of your lungs.

You two grind on each other like teenagers, like the only time you have must be spent in each other's skin, savoring all the affection you can give one another. Your cock aches, harder than it's ever been, a deep ache settling in your stomach. So horny you don’t even care how gross this closet is, how many people were probably here before, doing the exact same thing.

“Always dressed so tempting, my little artist.” Galvith says in between sloppy kisses, “I must admit, I think this outfit might be my favorite.” He punctuates with another squeeze to your ass, toga hiked up over your hips, revealing your white boxers. Just as angelic as the rest of you.

“I thrifted it.” You pant, envious of how composed Galvith sounds compared to your quivering voice. “Five bucks.”

Galvith chuckles, a low sound that only tightens the knot in your abdomen. His lips graze yours, your breaths mingling.

“And this?” He flicks one of the many ornaments from your headband, still tucked in place on your head. You hesitate to take it off, not wanting to risk it being crushed or lost amidst your writhing bodies. Not to mention that with the amount of pins keeping it in place, removing it would take away precious time from making out. “It has your artistic flair, such elegant details.” The praise rolls down your spine like a drug, setting your senses tingling. “Though I do prefer you in more….demonic settings, dearest.”

One of Galvith’s hands knots on the base of your skull, yanks you into another kiss. His hips move rhythmically, your hands fumbling for his fly. You need him, you need him so bad.

“Ah, so desperate, sweet thing.” Galvith says, deftly undoing what your fumbling hands cannot. His bulge practically bursts from behind the zipper, cock almost see through against his black boxer briefs. The sight has your mouth watering, but before you can drop to your knees like a true incubus, Galvith reaches up your toga and wrenches down your underwear, the fabric stretching around your thighs as your hard cock thwaps against your stomach. You hardly have time to moan before Galvith is palming your balls, his long fingers nearly reaching your asshole. With a shuddering gasp you fall into his grip, his thumb now fondling your sack and squeezing.

“F-fuck.” Your voice trembles, a pitiful whine coming from your chest when his hand leave you, even if just to hawk a glob of spit into it. The seconds feel too long, hips jumping to try and force your cock back in his hand, finally rewarded with his now slick grip wrapping around your shaft.

“You like that?” Galvith purrs, the voice of someone who knows you do. “So hot, incubus, I can feel your blood pulsing.”

Galvith’s movements are slow as he glides up your cock, squeezing extra around reaches your head and rubbing his thumb along your slit. Gooey tracks of your precum follow it, connecting to his thumb pad like a spider’s web. The sounds it makes are sticky, the tell-tale slap as he jerks his hand back down ricocheting across your stomach like a thunder crack. “Ah!” Your teeth bite down on your bottom lip as Galvith starts moving faster, but not nearly fast enough. He seems to relish in the teasing, nostrils flaring as he looks down at you from under his eyelashes, tongue flitting out to rub across his lips.

Pre-cum gushes over the small hole of his fist, splattering across the sides of his fingers. With what little coordination you have left, quickly leaving with each jerk of your cock, your fumbling hands reach for his own bulge. Palming it through the fabric, Galvith growls. What feels like hot steam blows out of his flared nostrils, his wrists speeding up, a little caught off guard.

Your fingers splay across his bulge, feeling for the head, a stain forming on the black fabric. You barely have a grip around it before Galvith is wrenching his hand off your cock and spinning you around, free hand pressing into your lower back and making it arch. He lets out another snarling breath against the back of your neck, the sound of shuffling fabric being pushed down to release his cock. You try to crane your neck back to see, so desperate to place an image to the monster you felt, but Galvith’s body quickly pins you against the closet wall, sweat making your cheek stick to the cool concrete.

“I fucking need you.” Galvith ends with a nip to your shoulder, his hot and thick cockhead pressing against your asshole. A shiver rolls down your spine, toes curling at just the anticipation.

“Then t-take me.” You pant, proud you’re still able to come up with dirty talk in your state.

A purr rumbles from Galvith’s chest. He pulls back a little bit just to spit some more, this time on your tight hole, spreading open your ass cheeks like it’s a birthday present. It tingles in a way you didn’t think possible, something akin to the numbing cream you’d get at the doctor’s. Once it’s been thoroughly rubbed in, Galvith leans closer and you both finally get what you’ve been craving for months.

When Galvith slips into you, all feels right in the world. You melt into his arms, cock bouncing against your stomach, his hot breath blowing past your cheeks as he sighs. Your knees begin to shake, but before they can collapse underneath you Galvith is holding onto your waist, hoisting you up and deeper onto his cock. With a squeaking voice, you yelp a debaucherous “fu-uck~” as his cock-head brushes against your prostate. So quick and so deep, yet you're already fiending for more. With the little ability you have left you try to roll your pelvis back, grinding on his girth. “P-please.” Your wanton voice moans, and Galvith doesn’t bother teasing you any longer.

“How could I say no?”

With that last playful remark, Galvith starts pistoning his hips like an machine, his body an engine sculpted just for fucking your brains out. Your head throws back, his face nuzzling into the side of your neck, fangs grazing against your pulse. He doesn’t seem to mind your extravagant headband, easily craning his neck around it, sweetly considerate of your hard-made art piece. God, could he get any hotter?

It doesn’t cross your mind the impossibleness of this current scenario. Galvith had felt massive in your palm, bigger than anything you had taken before, and despite your horniness you were only human, with human limitations. But the way his cock drags along your insides has you quickly forgetting such things, has you waving away the way his spit makes every muscle relax, becoming moldable putty against his molten skin. How each hit against your prostate has you seeing literal stars. Who cares that it doesn’t make sense, that you should be absolutely torn from taking this monster with so little prep, it feels too goddamn good.

Your bodies become one, a set of writhing heat and fluids as Galvith fucks you hard and fast. You never thought you were one for rough play, used to the slow and loving pace of ex-boyfriends. Not that Galvith isn’t affectionate, with his arm wrapped around your waist and his chest pressed against your back, whispering dirty praise into your ear.

“Feel so fucking good, human.” Galvith pants, though hardly from exertion, the way he’s manipulating your body absolutely effortless. “Knew you would. Could taste it.” A long tongue flicks out and licks your cheek. The delirium has you ignoring the strange texture, the way it oddly splits at the end. “I thought of you every night. All the different ways I’d ravage my naughty little incubus.” His balls slap against your ass cheeks, heavy and full. Even with the pounding bass suffocating the dancefloor, it wouldn’t surprise you if people could hear the plaps of of your two bodies meeting. A moan claws it way out of your throat when Galvith’s free hand wraps around your cock, still slick with his spit and jerking you off as furiously as he fucks you. “I bet you look so cute when you come, sweetling. So sweet for me.” A possessive snarl lingers in Galvith’s voice, manifests in a sucking kiss to your neck, no doubt leaving a sizeable hickey. All you can do under this assault is nod and babble, drool already slipping down your jaw.

It’s unfair how coordinated Galvith is, perfectly matching the pace of his hand and his cock, leaving you not even a moment to breathe. When his thumb is rubbing across your head his own pounds against your prostate, the world going white for seconds at a time, your brain too overwhelmed by stimulus to even try to make sense of it. When his palm reaches down to fondle your balls his shaft is pulsing against your insides, dragging out inch by inch and making you crave the fullness again.

The two of you meet halfway in a wet, drooling kiss. You hardly put in any effort, your mouth just another hole for Galvith to fuck open with his tongue, too fucked-out to even try and match his skill. He doesn’t seem to mind, moaning and cock twitching within you.

“G-onna cum.” You delirious voice slurs, eyes rolling back into your head, balls feeling taut. Your stomach rolls in on itself, your toes curling into the grimy club closet floor. It feels better than it ever has before, this rolling wave coming over you. Jesus, you think you might cum buckets.

“M-me too.” Galvith stutters, the first sign of strain in his voice. Sweat drips down his brow and onto your cheek, his tongue quickly lapping it up. “Want me to fill you up, my little artist. Wanna walk out here with my cum dripping down your ass?”

“Uh-huh!” You moan, that tidal wave growing bigger and bigger. “Pl-please!”

“Yes.” Galvith’s voice hits an octave so deep you're sure only dogs can fully hear it. It’s the final straw that breaks the camel's back, a simple word that has you tumbling over the edge.

“Ah!”

“Unngh!”

Several jets of hot cum shoot jets into your asshole, quickly filling it to the very brim. Gushes of it leak out from the sides, despite the tight seal Galvith;s thick cock makes. You're thankful that you’re wearing white, because your own orgasm has you creaming all across the front of your toga, streams stretching high enough to hit your navel.

Like you, it takes Galvith several breaths to come back to himself, his sweaty forehead laying slumped over your shoulders. It’s a relief, knowing he’s as properly destroyed as you are. Makes you feel less like a wimp. Even as he pulls out, thick gooey strings falling down your thighs, you can tell he struggles holding himself up.

“Holy Fuck.” Your voice comes out in a wheeze, head hanging low as your forearms rest against the wall. Your knees knock together, legs muscle shaking and barely holding up your weight. You've heard the term “getting your back blown out” before, but you don’t think you’ve ever experienced it so literally. Damn, you think your dancing for tonight is done.

Galvith gracefully pulls you upright, supporting your weight until you fully settle back on the balls of your feet. His chuckle is playful when your head rests against this broad chest, falling easily back into his arms.

“I think I agree with that sentiment, human, even though it’s ‘holy’.”

Your own laugh is weak, throat straining from the lack of water and all the moaning. Seriously, you feel like you just ran a marathon. Patting Galvith’s hand, you turn around in his grip, meeting him in a slower, softer kiss than before.

“Was it everything you imagined?” you whisper into his lips.

“And more.” His voice rolls down your body like a drug, has you giggling like a schoolgirl and meeting in another kiss.

Still reeling from your orgasm yet you can’t help but get lost in Galvith’s lips, curling your arms around his neck. Fuck dancing, this is how you want to spend the rest of your night.

Then Galvith’s phone goes off.

Long nails dig into your lower back, Galvith’s growl primal as he forces himself away from your lips.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He curses as hastily pulls his pants back up, reaching for his phone in the back pocket, face curled into that angry expression the same as the first night. It's not a phone call this time but a text, the light shining on Galvith’s twisting face only getting angrier.

“Fucking idiots.” Galvith says the word like a curse, practically spitting with vitriol. Once again, you’re happy not to be the person on the side of this text message.

“Gotta go?” You say, almost ashamed of the clear disappointment in your voice.

You know you shouldn’t get attached, know that this kind of kismet rarely actually leads to something serious. That as much as you’ve been craving him, longing for him, the two of you have barely shared two nights with each other, and it shouldn’t hurt this much to see him go.

I don’t even know his real name.

It doesn’t stop the deep feeling in your gut, the palpable taste for more. Mind blowing sex, aside you really like Galvith. Even outside of your sexy fantasies and dreams about him, you also dreamed about getting to know him more. More on his hobbies, his day-to-day, this mysterious job that always seemed to be on his ass. Maybe it's foolish, but a part of you dreamed of this really going somewhere.

Galviths brow furrows even deeper, vein bulging in his forehead as his eyes scan the text.

“Yes.” he seethes, but you know it's not directed at you. It's sort of flattering, knowing he longs to stay with you as much as you do with him. “Some people cannot be left to their own devices. Satan below, I didn’t realize demons could be this incompetent.”

You chuckle; Even now he commits to the bit. Some may have found it dorky, maybe even cringe, but you find it charming. We all need some escape now and then, don’t we?

“I get it.” You say, trying to mask the wobble in your voice. “Some coworkers suck ass.”

“They probably couldn’t even do that correctly. Bumbling fools.” Galvith shakes his head, shoving his phone back in his pocket, redirecting a softer look towards you. It stirs the butterflies in your stomach, has you looking down before Galvith is tilting up your chin. This kiss is soft, almost angelic.

“I hate to leave you soon, human. Trust me, if it was up to my own desires, we’d spend the rest of the night in this closet.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” And you do, sadly enough. Life’s a bitch that way. “Before you go, could I get your number?” Your tongue flits out, wetting your bottom lip. This man just rocked your fucking world, and yet you feel shy asking for his digits. Damnit, you really are a nerd. “That way, whenever you’re free we could…meet up again.”

Just like that, the anger stirring up Galvith’s face is gone. It’s replaced by a wide smile, showing off those fangs he's oh so proud of.

Wow, the color even matches the rest of his teeth to T. He seriously has to let me know where he gets his prosthetics.

“That sounds perfect.”

In a quick move, Galvith flicks out a business card, as if he pulled it from thin air itself, slipping into the palm of your hand.

“Call or text me anytime, sweetling.” He brushes his thumb across your lip. “I’ll always make time for you.” You giggle like a teenager, feeling the hot blush on your cheeks. “Unfortunately, I must depart. Before those buffoons make a bigger mess of things.”

He unfortunately unwraps his arms forma around you, the lack of his body warmth reminding you just how little clothing you’re wearing. Oh god, and you’ll both be seen walking out of here, everyone knows what you’ll be doing. Embarrassment has a way of abiding and then snapping back at the worst times.

Galvith, with his way, pulls you out of your spiral with a final peck to your lips; A promise of more lingering in the chaste gesture.

“Till we meet again, my little incubus.”

With a snap of his fingers, Galvith disappears, nothing but a purple trail of smoke in his wake.

You stand there, shellshocked, eyes bulging and jaw nearly falling to the floor. Your befuddled gaze looks at the card in your hand, the only remnant of Galvith left, scrambling to make sense of what you just saw.

Galvith, The Torturer

666-257-6969

Oh my god. Did you just fuck an actual demon?!

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lilhughesy · 2 months ago

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miss-vanta-likes-to-write · 3 months ago

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Hiya, can I please request Price eating girlfriend black!reader’s food for the first time and having his mind blown because he has never tasted delicious seasoned food in his life

I never understood why British food looks that way. But yeah, this is my favorite genre of tiktok videos, British people trying American food or soul food. Side note, for most British people, they think a 45 min drive is too far away, lol.

Title: Just throwing something on the grill.

Pairing: J. Price x black!reader (ft those muppets)

CW: none fluff

The house smelt like heaven on this Saturday afternoon. You had spent last night making deviled eggs and prepping most of the dishes you wanted to share with your new boyfriend and his team. Under a glass cake stand was a hummingbird cake, in the fridge a pan of banana pudding, and an array of jello shots right next to it. It took some doing, but a family member was able to send you three jars of moonshine (all different flavors), and for your loving boyfriend, a bottle of real Tennessee Jack Daniel's. (You also had them send you two bottles of MD 20/20 for Johnny's and Kyle's enjoyment. Seemed like the right thing to do.)

The oven is packed with macaroni and cheese, and one of two skillets you own filled with corn bread, all to be kept warm. Two burners on the stove have a pot of greens and a pot BBQ beans (you didn't make either too spicy, afraid you might kill these English men). Out on the grill on the patio are where your ribs and chicken are done cooking (it took forever to find your fathers BBQ sauce recipe that was packed away. You only hope you did it right).

In your opinion, it wasn't much. It was just you throwing something on the grill because the weather was nice, and your boyfriend of three months was back from a two month mission overseas. The conversation earlier in the week went like.

You: Let's throw something on the grill to celebrate you and the guys coming home safely.

John: sure hun. I'll cook-

You: Nah 😲, I got it.

John pulled his truck into the driveway of his girlfriend's place. The forty-five minute drive was ridiculous, and he couldn't imagine his sweet girl doing this every day to get to base.

"Your girl is mental." Kyle said with a grumble, "forty-five minute commute both ways Monday to Friday? Just for work at the base? Why doesn't she just move closer?"

John shrugged his shoulders, "She said when she lived in the States, her commute was an hour and a half with traffic. To her forty-five minutes is a reasonable commute." He doesn't mention that on your first date when he brought you home, he fussed at you about how 'Love you should value your time more'.

Kyle balked at the idea of a ninety minute drive going anywhere that wasn't a week long holiday.

"I don't see why we have to stay the night." Simon isn't happy with the drive, and he isn't happy that he can't be allowed to be antisocial and left alone.

"Cause, it's a forty-five minute drive an' Price's bird asked us tae stay!" Johnny wasted no time hopping out of the truck.

You swing open the front door and run outside to greet John. Crashing into him, arms wrapping around his neck while you pressed several kisses all over his face. "You're just in time!" You shout.

"Glad to see you too." His hug was tight, and he sighed deeply at the feeling of you in his arms.

"Come on, I got my brother to send over some things for you to try!" You start to drag him towards the house.

When John sees the actual amount of food set out on the kitchen island, he stares. When you mention 'throwing something on the grill,' he wasn't expecting enough food to feed an army. "Babe?"

You wasted no time bringing out paper plates, "Come on, I want you to try a bit of everything!" You look at Kyle "can you open the fridge and grab jello shots?"

Simon as surprised as he is, was peeping into one of the pots on the stove. Intrigued by what he was seeing, "What's the leaves in the pot?" He asks.

"Collards." You say, "You'll like them. They aren't too spicy."

By this time, Johnny has already slurped up two jello shots and is looking at the jars of moonshine. A big fat grin on his face "How long ye been plann' this?"

And a reaction is certainly recorded.

The plate you made for John is handed to him, "Since you all shipped out. Come on, don't want the food to get cold!" Your excitement is barely contained, and when the guys are all at the table, you have your phone out ready to record each reaction.

It starts with Johnny first. He's laughing saying "Lass it doesn't count as a vegetable if there's meat in it." (That statement earns a glare from John, because respect his girl's cooking.)

All laughter is gone, though, and it's silent at your dinner table. Kyle nods his head once and continues eating "Not sure what I was expecting but I'm hooked now I guess."

Johnny isn't saying much and is practically inhaling his food. The macaroni didn't stand a chance, really. He swallows his food and says something that's barely intelligible. You catch the words "Bonnie. Price. You and share."

Simon's cheeks are a bit red after eating the beans. A thin shine of sweat on him, but he continues nonetheless. Maybe you used too much spice?

As for your darling John, he was smiling and pressed a kiss to your cheek. His own cheeks that could be seen just past his facial hair was a cute pink. "Love this is great. A bit heavy on the pepper."

"I didn't use a lot of pepper hun." You laugh.

John only hummed and looked over at Johnny, "and no, I'm not sharing my girlfriend." Only for Johnny to pout and try speaking over a mouth full of food.

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It's been two hours, and everyone has helped you pack up the food and clean the kitchen. You brought out the alcohol for the guys to try.

"So John, I got the Tennessee Jack Daniel's for you to try. Oh, and Simon, don't drink the clear moonshine straight, I have a mixer for that." You say as you line up the shot glasses.

"MD 20/20?" Kyle says, "Why is it fluorescent blue?"

John is sitting at the island reading the label of the Jack Daniel's. "Is there a difference with Tennessee Whisky?"

"It's made in Tennessee, love." You simply explain. Just as you turn around, you shout at Johnny, "Boy, wait! Don't take that to the head!" You watch in horror as Johnny downs half of his bottle.

"Ach, pure ethanol I reckon!" He laughs, "but it's good."

"Johnny you're about to have a bad time." You sigh.

Not even twenty minutes later Johnny and Kyle are off their rockers. Simon has been quietly staring at the wall (he didn't listen when you explained that moonshine is a sipping drink). And your darling John Price is happy that he won't be driving forty-five minutes anywhere because as you explained.

"Love you being tired after eating is fine. It's called the Itis."

"The what?"

"Never mind, John."

End.

#captain john price x reader #black!reader #captain john price #john price x reader #simon riley #kyle gaz garrick #johnny mactavish #ask vanta #call of duty fic #cod fic #call of duty fluff

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justarkive · 1 month ago

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Chemtrails Over The Country Club | JJK - teaser

teaser warnings : dumb jk, party boy loser behavior, milf moms, punishment, emotional damage, impending yeehaw, no one knows where the hell he’s getting weed from, jungkook doesn’t own socks

general taglist : @cristinamajadera @oumy221 @roseda @crisle19 @jjkkkk15 @hoonsbrow @jjkluver7 @angie-x3 @lovingkoalaface @elinaki92 @wettbaby @fiddlebiddls (check pinned tba!)

a/n: back from my lil break guys im sorry once again but heres a new lil fic im starting ! hope u guys likeee :)

song : chemtrails over the country club, lana del ray

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The bass is still thumping through the floorboards when Jeon Jungkook gets exiled from his own party.

His cheeks are a little flushed. not from embarrassment. from the weed, probably. or the fact that he just deepthroated three shots of something vaguely blue and poisonous. he’s slumped shirtless on his couch like a frat house prince. legs open, one hand in his hair, the other cradling a warm sprite zero.

And then his mom walks in. like. actually walks in. not calls him. not texts him. physically. steps over someone passed out on the carpet, knocks a vape out of a freshman’s hand, and enters the lion’s den like an avenging angel in orthopedic sandals.

“Get OUT!” she bellows. “all of you! OUT!” and just like that, the room clears.

Jungkook doesn’t even blink. just lifts his cup to his lips with the slowest, most dramatic sip of his life. like a man on death row drinking communion.

“You know what this means, right?” his dad mutters, standing behind her in a full suit like he just left a board meeting and now wants to die.

“You’re gonna yell,” jungkook says. shrugs. “then you’re gonna ground me. then i’ll sneak out anyway. rinse, repeat.”

“Wrong.”

“You’re leaving.”

“…What?”

“You’re not staying here this summer,” his mom says, arms crossed like a general. “you’ve proven you can’t be trusted. so we’ve made arrangements.”

He snorts. “what, like rehab?”

“Worse.”

“Like prison?”

“Worse.”

He finally sits up. “you’re scaring me.”

“Youll be volunteering,” his dad says slowly. “in the countryside.”

Silence... then “…the what now.”

“Sun-up to sundown. chores. animal care. farm labor. manual labor. and no WiFi. you leave tomorrow.”

He stares at them.

No. no this isn’t happening. Not this close to summer. not when he just perfected his glow-in-the-dark jello shot recipe. not when he was gonna dye his hair silver and bleach his brows and do Molly in a strip club bathroom for the third time this month. NO.

“That’s so dramatic,” he says finally, blinking slow like a confused cat. “you guys are being so dramatic.”

His mom throws a wet towel at him. it hits him in the face. “pack your things.”

“You can’t make me.”

“You don’t even pay rent.”

“…okay.”

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In his defense, it’s not like he told everyone to put a slip n slide in the hallway. or run a fake tattoo station in the kitchen. or let that one guy with a snake bring the snake again. he’s just a fun guy. a city guy. not a farm guy. he doesn’t even know what farms are.

But now he’s staring out the window of his dad’s car as the skyline fades behind him and the air gets suspiciously cleaner and there are actual birds that aren’t pigeons and his phone has one bar of service and he’s like: what the fuck.

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textsfromcybertron · 6 months ago

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(413): Never in a million years thought I would have to put jello shot recipe/equation into an excel spreadsheet

#maccadam #perceptor #g1 #texts from cybertron #texts from last night #413

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nabi-unveiled · 4 months ago

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Nabi Notices (April 15, 2025)

Too many all-night work sessions in a row meant I ran out of energy early last week and skated on fumes until Sunday.

What little energy I had leftover I used to make a list of characters that had also run out of spoons. Feel free to add to that list. It was very much just the characters off the top of my head.

I also had fun doing tag dives into shows I enjoyed in the past. Going forward I may still do an occasional tag dive on a low energy day, but I'll probably add those to queue.

The Things I Noticed This Week:

My watch pattern also reflected this lack of energy. Anything that would typically be a long-form post (like Heesu in Class 2 ) got pushed to the side. Anything that might require a high level of mental processing (like When Life Gives You Tangerines) got pushed aside until at least Sunday. Shows that required no thinking were my bread and butter this week. I also did a lot of rewatches of scenes I had enjoyed recently....just because.

Despite all that, I still managed to take in some new things.

Fabulous Fit

Top Form has great fits. It has had great fits in every episode. I've particularly enjoyed Jin's outfits and when Akin wore Jin's clothes. However, the show has always taken another category in my weekly posts so I typically don't talk about the fits. But this week, Akin's outfit in the smoking shoot was divine. I loved everything about it. I only wish I had gotten a better full body shot.

As a runner up, I also liked this casual fit in Fight for You. I'd definitely wear it - particularly the jeans.

Side note: I find it interesting that both Fight for You and Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist are doing this smaller box, old TV style framing for their flashbacks.

Fascinating Find

I'm partway through Episode 3 of Love for Love's Sake (no spoilers please). But the posts for ep 1 & 2 have triggered some fun discussions. In particular, @dropthedemiurge let me know that pizza bread would be sweet which was fascinating. I had always assumed it was like garlic knots with some toppings kneaded in.

Now being sweet doesn't necessarily mean it would be unappealing to me. I do live in a community where jello is called "salad" on a regular basis.

But it did prompt a big recipe search to try to figure out if I could make the dish at home and test it out. DIY pizza, cheese bread, etc. are regulars in our household rotation anyways. I found all kinds of recipes...some with mayonnaise, some with corn. I kept getting recipes for sausage ppang, and I couldn't figure out if they're the same thing, variations of the same thing or completely different. Again, it was a low energy week. Brain capacity was limited. Eventually, my mini sous chef picked a recipe for sausage ppang that we'll try sometime soon. It may not be pizza bread, but it still looked yummy.

Fantastic Frame

If someone had paid better attention when building Jin Hwan's pinboard in Business as Usual, the info I learned researching the pinboard might have been the fascinating find this week.

But they included pictures from a company with a well-known hallmark that as best as I can tell wouldn't have existed 8+ years ago. Only slightly annoyed 🙄, because that means the smaller details can't be trusted in this show. And in a show relying on partial viewpoints and flashbacks, I WANT to trust the small details.

It's okay though, because the show did give me this scene as a beautiful location for a shared meal.

I love that this feels like their private space, and they have soft light shining on them throughout the scene. It's warm and cozy. Based on the preview, it looks like we're getting more scenes from this location. So yay for that!

Fun Fluorish

I was informed by @dribs-and-drabbles that there's a steamy bookcase scene later on in Cooking Crush. I had only watched the first two episodes of that show before life got chaotic and it fell to the wayside. But I picked it back up so I can enjoy the bookcase scene as intended. I restarted at episode 1 since it had been a hot minute.

The little animations and cartoon moments were a delight this week. It was just the kind of light-hearted fun I needed.

It was a nice touch that Chef had similar stickers on his locker.

Favorite Fragment

For me to consider something a "favorite fragment", it means the line either needs to strike me hard enough when watching to take particular note OR it needs to get stuck in my head.

Most of the shows I watched this week, even ones I really enjoyed, did not have lines like that. Or I was too tired to take note if they did. The exception - When Life Gives You Tangerines. The dialogue in that show ALWAYS hits. However, it hits so hard and so often that I have decided not to include it in these weekly posts. The dialogue in that show deserves its own post....sometime down the road.

So what did I choose this week? I'm cheating. I picked the book quote from Pride and Prejudice that Mark read in My Golden Blood.

"I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."

Because that's my truth on SO many different levels.

My Queue for the Coming Week:

As always, it's really up to whim and fancy. There will always be things that I watch that are NOT on this list.

I know I'll watch:

Top Form (Ep 6)

Business as Usual (Ep 3)

Things I'll most likely watch:

Love for Love's Sake (Finish Ep 3; Ep 4)

Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist (Ep 4)

When Life Gives You Tangerines (Ep 5)

I'm also hoping to catch up with my writing on Heesu in Class 2 so that I can watch ep 5/6. I think I'm just going to be behind everyone on that one.

#nabi notices #top form #top form the series #fight for you #business as usual #cooking crush #my golden blood #love for love's sake #thai bl #korean bl #taiwanese bl

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halloweentreatstoeats · 2 years ago

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Jack-o-lantern white chocolate bowls to serve your Halloween sweets and tasty eats 🍫🍨😋

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24 ounces pure white chocolate or white candy melts, melted and tinted orange

4 ounces pure dark chocolate or black candy melts, melted

12 small balloons

Orange gel food color (or preferred color)

Dip a small balloon in orange-tinted white chocolate so that you cover about ½ to ¾ of the balloon.

Remove balloon from the white chocolate and allow the excess to drip off.

Set dipped balloon on a parchment paper lined baking sheet.

Repeat, dipping a total of 6 balloons.

Refrigerate for about 5 minutes until the chocolate hardens.

Repeat, dipping 6 more balloons.

Remove balloons from fridge and immediately cut a small hole in the top of the balloon and allow the balloon to gently deflate.

Pull the balloon out of the chocolate bowl and discard.

Pour the black candy melts or dark chocolate into a small zip top bag.

Snip off one tip from the bag.

Pipe eyes, nostrils, and a mouth onto each bowl creating jack-o-lantern face.

#halloween #halloween party #halloween treats #happy halloween #halloween fun #treats to eats #fall fun #jello shots #recipe #fall goodies #jack o lantern #halloween recipes

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eggcats · 1 year ago

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I got hit with motivation for a super quick, like 500 word one shot from my Housewife Vox au, so here it is. (I wrote this in like 20 minutes on my phone, so try to ignore any, like, glaring errors).

(I'm thinking maybe he's talking to Velvette, but I wasn't sure enough to name anyone so it's just someone close-ish to Vox, owned/employed by him, talking to him, here).

“I don't know how you can handle being in charge of all these souls when you're not even the boss in your own relationship.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I'm just saying, you're not even in charge of yourself and you expect to be in charge of ME too?”

“I don't know what you think about mine and Alastor's relationship, but if anyone's in charge of it, it's me.”

“Yeah, right. He kills anyone who even looks TWICE at you!”

“And I let him.”

“Sure…..”

“I can get Alastor to do whatever I want.”

-cut to Vox, in a 1950s housewife dress, making the world's most disgusting platter of jello with spam and mayonnaise-

“He'll eat this if I tell him to.”

“Vox, no one would even touch that, not even if you paid ‘em to.”

“He will. Watch this.”

Alastor doesn't know what he expected when he entered the kitchen, having been alerted to Vox desiring his presence by his shadow, but this. Was not it. His darling being dressed up was not too out of the ordinary, although typically he avoided others seeing him in such outfits. (Despite now having the power to eliminate anyone who would dare even think of mockery, some habits from being alive are hard to break.)

But when Alastor approaches his picture box, he's stopped when he notices the most atrocious imitation of food he's ever seen. Ears flattening, eyes narrowing, and a sharp increase in the radio static is all he can do for a few seconds as he attempts to process just what exactly he is looking at.

His Vox is not the most accomplished chef, even now, but Alastor KNOWS he has instilled some sense into him after 50 years together, and THAT….item….was certainly not something he had ever taught him.

“What in heavens name is THAT?!”

“Dinner!”

“It most certainly is NOT.”

“Don't you remember when I made this for you, back when we first met? I think it was one of the first things I ever made for you.”

“I remember I immediately tossed it into the trash, darling.”

“Well….I thought maybe you could actually try it, now? I worked really hard on it.”

“Cher, certainly there are other things you could test your culinary skills on, as opposed to….whatever that is.”

“If you're sure…I just thought it'd be a nice memory, like an anniversary or something, to show how much we've loved each other throughout the years. But I can do something else, I guess….”

Eyes widening, a light bulb shatters as Alastor grabs the food quicker than even Vox can track, and eats the entire thing before he can even react to it.

“Oh! You must have really liked it, huh?”

“I can honestly say I've never tasted anything like it before, dearest.”

“Awesome! So you're on board with the whole anniversary, thing?”

“That's a…lovely idea, mon cher. How…how often were you considering this…anniversary?”

“Oh, at least twice a month! I have a lot of jello recipes I've never been able to fully try out that I remember from when I was alive! And all of them will be just as delicious as the one I made today!”

“....Excellent.”

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“Holy shit, Vox, I can't believe he actually ate it!”

“I told you.”

“How long before you tell him you made up the whole anniversary thing?”

“Immediately after our next one in two weeks.”

“That's diabolical.”

“Yeah, whatever. Don't ever question me again or I'll tell him to kill you next.”

“Got it, damn. Touchy.”

#hazbin hotel #alastor #vox #radiostatic #staticradio #staticlovetune #fic #mine #i dont normally write conversations but this was too funny for me to pass up here #Housewife Vox AU

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pmak2002 · 8 months ago

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Thanksgiving Woes

“Babe I don’t feel good I think I’m getting sick.” Tim whines to you the day before thanksgiving.

You guys switched off whose family you spent it with and this year it was with his family including his parents and sister with her new baby.

You frown as you look up from making your pretzel jello dessert. Your mom’s recipe.

“If you’re getting sick we can’t go.” You remind him. You reach to feel his forehead. “Not too bad but you do feel a little warm.”

Tim leans into your touch. You rub his forehead.

“Go lay down I’ll tend to you in a minute. We’ll see how you feel later tonight and if you feel better we’ll go.”

“I can wear a mask.” He says.

“We’ll see ok? I don’t want to spread anything around. Ok?”

He nods and heads to the couch. Kodak the German shepherd follows close behind. You go to wash your hands again before resuming your baking.

The next morning he’s worst for wear. A head cold most likely.

He’s sneezing, coughing and complaining of a headache and sore throat.

“Looks like we can’t go. Why don’t you stay in bed. I’ll let them know we aren’t coming and we can do a do over thing when you feel better.”

“But I go back to filming Tuesday.” He says with a cough.

“I know but we’ll do something before then I promise.” You kiss his stuffy nose and take your phone to let his family know we aren’t coming. Then you make Tim a light breakfast and bring it up for him to have in bed.

Once that’s done you tend to Kodak and go about paying bills, cleaning the house, doing laundry, etc.

Later.

When you check on Tim again he’s sweating and looks more pale then earlier in the day. You check his temperature and it’s pretty high.

“Must be the flu.” You say worriedly. You run a hand through his sweaty and short curls.

Tim whines “I feel worse.”

“I know I’ll get you some medicine ok? It might help you sleep a little too.”

You give Tim medicine and water and kiss him.

He whimpers and reaches out for you.

You sigh as he gives you the puppy eyes you can’t ignore.

You crawl in beside him grateful the both of you got your flu shots. Despite the fact he still got it would be a mild case instead of it being much worse.

You stay with him for a while before resuming your day of chores once he’s fallen asleep beside Kodak.

Once cleaning is done you settle down to watch some tv since you and Tim won’t be going to his parents house for thanksgiving.

Later

You don’t remember falling asleep. You wake up to the sound of the doorbell.

You get up wondering who could be here at this hour.

You go to the door and open it to find Tim’s parents and Pauline and the baby. Tim’s parents holding trays of food.

“Guys what are you doing here?! I told you Tim is sick and we can’t afford to get you guys sick.

“Nonsense Y/N he can’t come to us we brought it to him.” Nicole says as she enters with Marc and Pauline with the baby.

You are shocked but keep your composure as you close the front door and follow them to the kitchen. Grateful you had wiped down the kitchen counters.

“I’ll get the pies from the car.” Pauline says before handing the baby to you. You smile at the small little bundle in your arms. The little one looks at you curious.

“Now where’s my little boy?” Nicole asks as she spreads out the trays of food on the counter.

“Upstairs in bed. He’s asleep now I’ll get him in a minute. Are you sure this is a good idea?” You ask.

Nicole and Marc nod.

“We have plenty of food. We can’t have go to waste and you made food too I assume?” Marc says.

You nod as you bounce Pauline’s baby in your arms. The little one coos and burbles in your arms clearly content. L

Pauline returns with the pies. Pumpkin, Apple and French silk.

“Cute as a button.” You say smiling.

Nicole nods “it feels so weird being a Grandma now.” She says.

Pauline smiles as she takes the little one from you.

“It feels weird being a mom.” She says.

You smile. Kodak goes over to greet everyone and tries to sniff the baby.

“You’ll have a new playmate soon enough Kodak. Pauline tells the dog.

“Alright I’ll go get Timmy although im sure he’s heard that you guys are here. I’ll be back.” You head upstairs to check on Timothee.

He’s still asleep despite the commotion downstairs. A sign he’s really not well.

“Hey sweetheart there’s a surprise downstairs.”

He groans and opens his eyes looking so tired and sick.

“Do you feel ok enough to get up?” You ask.

He yawns and nods. Slowly gets up and rubs at his eyes.

“Come on.” You help him downstairs and over to the couch. His eyes light up when he sees his parents and sister.

Sure he had seem his sister and the baby when he had flown out before Pauline gave birth and he had stayed and got to see the baby afterwards.

Now he couldn’t see the baby up close because he was sick and you could tell it bothered him.

“As cute as you described love.” You say. He smiles and nodded. He says hi to everyone. And waves at the baby. His mom rushes over to check on him and make sure he’s ok.

“Nicole please I don’t want you catching what he has.” You say worriedly. But seeing Timmy so happy with his family. You decide to let it go.

You grab a plate of food for Timothee and let him eat in the living room.

He can see into the dining room so that he’s not alone. You sigh with relief when he’s eating.

As he hadn’t been feeling up for eating anything since the night before. His throat had been bothering him and he had been feeling sort of nauseous.

Despite your warnings his mom worries and fusses over him even though you believe that she should be more interested in her first grand child than worried about her son. But it’s sweet seeing her wrap a blanket around him and take care of him after she’s eaten and caught up with you.

You talk with Pauline and Marc and enjoy seeing Pauline’s baby. Tim seems happy to have his family here as you knew he had been super bummed about missing out on thanksgiving. You watch as his mom checks for fever and Tim rest his head against her hand.

Later.

Once you say your goodbyes. You put the leftovers in the fridge and throw out Tim’s half eaten dinner.

Once that’s done you head to join him on the couch. As soon as you sit down Tim lays his head in your lap as he watches tv.

“That was a nice surprise huh?” You as as you play with his hair.

He nods. “Yes it was good I was worried we’d have to miss out. But we didn’t. I just wish I could have held the baby.” He says.

“I know but newborns are severely vulnerable to illness.”

Tim nods “I know I just wish I wasn’t sick.” He coughs and groans.

You kiss his feverish face.

“Don’t worry we’ll have a do over at Christmas. And your birthday.” You remind him.

He nods and yawns.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.”

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet sick #timothee fanfic #timothée chalamet x reader #timothee x you #timothee x y/n

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