#and they do have that bowling pin shape!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

weird question! Can Casey mittens extend his neck really far. He's looks like such a noodle. His body makes me think, he moves like he's made of water (if that makes sense) and the height incongruity would make sense if he could stretch himself out

he can and that Makes Sense! both the water thing and the height thing!

he's bowlingpinpilled

[katt-sports]

Why do the Miis come in different fonts?

[harrysfolklore]

jacob elordi and yn make valentine's dinner | vogue

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

"Hi Vogue, It's Jacob," he greeted the camera, he was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans but looked absolutely dreamy, "And today I'm cooking a special Valentine's dinner for my girlfriend YN."

You smiled at him from the side of your kitchen, ready for him to introduce you.

"She's actually here to help me," that was your cue to walk into the frame, he pulled you by the waist and you grabbed the side of his face gently and pecked his lips, "She cannot cook to save her life," he spoke to the camera again, "So my role in the relationship is basically to be her personal chef."

"Okay, cut the sass," you chimed in, "Let's do it, what are we making today?"

"We're making a heart shaped pizza, since It's Valentine's day, then we're making espresso martinis, and a chocolate lava cake to top it off."

"Sounds delicious," you said, "Perks of having Jacob Elordi as your boyfriend, he grabs the stuff from the top shelves for you and he cooks a full course meal."

Jacob winked at you and then to the camera, then the crew stepped in to give you everything you needed for your dish.

"Right so we're gonna start off by making the pizza dough," Jacob began, "We need flour, oil, water, sugar, salt and instant yeast."

"And of course, a good looking sous chef," you teased, batting your eyelashes at the camera.

"That you are," Jacob pecked your cheek, "Now, sous chef, we need two cups,"

"Of this?" you pointed to the flour bowl.

"Yes," he put the ingredient on the mixer, "Two teaspoons of sugar,"

"I'll do that one," you grabbed the small bowl that contained what you thought was the sugar, and Jacob abruptly stopped you.

"No, love, that's the salt."

"Well dammit," you quickly put the bowl down, "Can we cut that part?" you told the crew and they laughed, Jacob just pinched your side affectionately.

"Let me add the ingredients into the mixer and you can help me pour the water, okay?"

Jacob put everything that was needed on the mixer and you slowly poured the water as the machine started working.

"So this is starting to come together now," Jacob spoke to the camera, "Just need it to turn up the heat a little bit," he said playfully and winked at the camera.

"You did not just say that."

"I did just say that," he winked at you now, "Now help me put the oil on."

You did as he said, pouring the oil on the mixture and then covering it with plastic foil.

"We need to put it in the fridge for two hours so it can rise,"

"I feel like Martha Stewart," you put a hand on your hip, "This is like, my dream."

The video showed a time lapse indicating that two hours had passed and it was time to get the dough out of the fridge.

"So Jacob is getting the dough out of the fridge," you explained to the camera, "And we're going to make two separate pizzas to see which one turns out the best."

"Are we actually gonna cut the heart?" Jacob approached you with the bowl, "But it looks so pretty, love."

"Sorry, I'm going to break your heart today on Valentine's day."

"Jesus," Jacob's eyes widened, "So this has been chilling for two hours, and now we have to make it look like a heart.

"Okay, move aside," you moved Jacob's hand away from the dough and he laughed, "This would be easier with a rolling pin but okay."

"So to do the heart shape we need scissors," he sad after carefully folding the dough in half, "Try it, love."

"Like you do with a card, right?" Jacob gave you a confused look, "A Valentine's day card."

"Just don't cut the whole pizza in half," you rolled your eyes at him, "I'm not judging your cooking abilities, love. Just guiding you through the process."

"Just go get the ceramic pizza stone and let's get this in the oven."

"We need to put on the ingredients first, don't we?" Jacob raised his eyebrows

"Oh you're right," you grabbed a bowl with tomato sauce, "So I'm going to cover the whole thing, just leaving space for the crust," you poured the sauce with a spoon, "Am I overdoing this?" you asked your boyfriend.

"No, you like it, like a lot of tomato, don't you?", you nodded, "Just spread it out a little bit," you did as he said, "It's perfect babe, well done."

"We're diving this," you signaled with your hands, "This is your territory and this is mine.

"Okay but let's not cut it, because then that's like cutting the heart and that's sad."

The crew asked you to describe a romantic moment as you decorated your pizza, and Jacob was the first one to speak.

"She is really romantic," he said as he peeled an onion, "The other day when we got back from New York she planted this cute, like herb garden outside on our patio and we had a picnic there, it was lovely."

"One of the most romantic things Jacob has ever done for me was when he surprised me with a spontaneous road trip to a secluded cabin in the mountains," you added, sprinkling shredded mozzarella cheese on your side of the pizza. "He had everything planned out, a cozy fireplace, a bottle of wine, and a clear view of the starlit sky. It was incredibly romantic."

"Yeah, that was a special trip," Jacob smiled at you, his eyes soft at the memory, as he arranged slices of pepperoni on his half of the pizza, "She was freezing so we cuddled a lot, that was nice."

You finished up your pizza and Jacob carefully placed it on the heated oven, then the crew got everything ready to star with your dessert.

"Alright, so we're making the chocolate lava cake," Jacob clasped his hands together, "Do you think you can do it, babe?

"Let's do it!"

You and Jacob followed the recipe for the cake, you helped him pour the eggs and mix the ingredients together, earning compliments from him about your cooking skills improving.

"So now, these," Jacob grabbed the tray with the two small chocolate cakes, "Which YN just poured very perfectly, are going in the oven for about 12 minutes at 450.

You closed the oven and the final thing to prepare for your menu was your drinks, the espresso martini.

"So we're going to make the espresso martini, the virgin espresso martini," Jacob said to the camera, "Because this one is on a non alcohol diet."

"You gotta keep the system healthy!"

Jacob poured all the ingredients into the drink mixer and moved it up and down, his biceps twitching at the movement.

"I'm impressed," you said as he poured down the drink in your glasses, "That was sexy, baby."

"Thanks, glad to know," Jacob winked at you, "Cheers," he handed your glass, you clicked it with his and sipped at the drink, "This is pretty good, let's take it to the table."

You moved to the table, where you pizza and cakes were perfectly placed along with some lit up candles and flowers for decoration.

"This looks amazing," you said as you looked at the food in front of you.

"Looks nice, doesn't it?" Jacob took the seat in front of you, "My side of the pizza looks nicer."

"No," you said with a serious tome but then your eyes softened, "Happy Valentine's day, baby."

"Happy Valentine's day," he smiled fondly at you, "You happy? You like this?"

"Yeah, I love it," you squeezed your hand quickly, "Can we start eating?"

You ate your dinner, bantering about which side of the pizza was better and which one of you had been the better chef, even though there were cameras and crew around, it felt like an intimate moment between the two of you.

"Here, try the dessert," Jacob said once you were done with your pizza, spoon feeding you a bite, "It's good, isn't it?"

"So good, I'm such a chocolate lover," you said, "I feel like I was great help to you in the kitchen, what do you say?"

"Really good help," he took a spoonful of the cake, "Best looking osus chef ever."

"Thank you, I really appreciate that," you squeezed his hand again, "I really tried for you today."

"Yeah, cause usually I make her a drink and she just watches me cook," he told the camera, "She's obsessed with me, can't take her eyes off."

"Cheers babe, I love you," you ignored his comment and raised your drink, "happy Valentine's day,

"Happy Valentine's day,"

"I'm going for it," you said as you rose from your seat, "Why do I always am eager to be the kisser?"

"She just wants to kiss me so bad," he stood from his seat and placed a kiss to your lips, "Love you."

[hoshifighting]

— Synopsis: As Jihoon lets Beep Boop keep you company while he works. In a genuine moment, you reveal your growing feelings for Jihoon to Beep Boop, unaware that he had already arrived home and overheard your heartfelt confession on his computer—thanks to Beep Boop's recording, which captured everything throughout the day. — WC: 6.3k — WARNINGS: Recollection, smut, oral (m. receiving), masturbation (both receiving), cock riding, clit stimulation, edging, dirty talk, slight bondage? (you pin jihoon's arms up with your hands), mentions of soft cock. [Issue Club Serie] — This is a part 2 of Shy!Woozi. Check the Part 1

You've discovered that Jihoon only needed a little push. Whenever conversations seemed to subside, you attempted to lead them into unfamiliar waters, always careful to keep things comfortable for him. It was all about balance, really.

Like that time you noticed him getting a bit quiet, and you casually asked about his computer's brand and what he thought was the best for working with music. His eyes lit up, and suddenly he had a full article ready in his head. 

And even though it wasn't exactly your cup of tea, you found yourself genuinely engaged by the passion in his voice. Making Jihoon feel appreciated and comfortable was a priority, and seeing him relax around you was priceless.

He started reciprocating in his own way, paying attention to the little things that made you happy.

One day, he noticed the tiny glitters you applied to the corners of your eyes. He seemed enchanted by how they sparkled every time you moved. He shyly asked how you did that, and before long, he was sitting on your bed as you showed him every type, color, and format of glitter you had in your vanity, all enthusiastic about it. 

You demonstrated by smudging some on his forearm, showing how it looked on skin. Jihoon might not have been overly fascinated by makeup, but the feeling of your fingers on his arm made it all worth it for him.

Jihoon was incredibly observant. He noticed how much you liked those glitters, and one day, sent Beep Boop to your door. When you opened it, the robot held a cute bag.

“What is it this time, Beep Boop?” you asked, smiling.

“Glitter,” the robot replied in its robotic voice.

You jumped in front of Beep Boop, eyes wide with excitement. “No way! Jihoon, you’re the best!” You hugged the robot, causing Jihoon to laugh sincerely in his bedroom as he controlled the robot.

Another memorable moment was when Jihoon came back from the supermarket. As he walked past your window, he saw you curled up under the covers with a bowl of ice cream, watching what looked like a romantic movie.

It suddenly clicked in his mind that it was Valentine's Day. He wasn’t quite ready to give you something in person, but he still wanted to make the day special for you. He sent Beep Boop again, this time carrying a bouquet and a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

You remembered how it felt to open the door to Beep Boop on Valentine’s Day. The sight of the bouquet and the chocolates made your heart flutter. You knew it was Jihoon's way of reaching out, and it meant the world to you.

“Beep Boop, are these from Jihoon?” you asked, though you already knew the answer.

“Yes,” the robot replied.

You grinned widely. “Tell Jihoon thank you. This is so sweet.”

Beep Boop gave a little nod before rolling away, and you closed the door, clutching the bouquet and chocolates to your chest.

There was that one embarrassing time when your period came unexpectedly and you realized you were out of tampons and pads. You couldn't leave home, and your friends were unavailable. Feeling desperate, you messaged Jihoon, asking if he could send Beep Boop to your door. He complied immediately.

Even though you were just asking a robot, you felt shy when Beep Boop appeared at your door. Opening it slowly, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

“Do you need help?” Beep Boop asked, its robotic voice echoing in the hallway.

Taking a deep breath, you whispered, “Can you buy me some pads? I’ll pay you back later.”

There was a brief silence as Jihoon, back in his room, tried to figure out which brand to get. Then, the screen on Beep Boop's face displayed several options. You blushed, covering your mouth with your hand as you clicked on the brand you usually buy.

A smiley face appeared on Beep Boop’s screen. “Don’t worry about it. It’s normal for people of the female gender.”

You chuckled at the awkward phrasing, realizing it was probably a default response from the pad's search. Jihoon must have clicked the wrong button. You could just imagine him, hand clapped to his forehead, before heading to the convenience store to get what you needed.

A while later, you heard a knock on your door. Opening it, you found Jihoon standing there with a plastic bag containing several packs of pads. Your face turned red, feeling mortified.

“I thought Beep Boop was going to bring them,” you mumbled through your fingers.

Jihoon chuckled, handing you the bag. “Yeah, he gave me some problems earlier. Sorry about that.”

You laughed, recalling the robot’s awkward “impact phrase.” It eased your shyness a bit. “Thank you so much, Jihoon. How much was it?”

He waved his hand dismissively. “You don’t have to pay me back. It was nothing.”

As he turned to leave, Jihoon pretended not to notice the small stain on your shorts, sparing you further embarrassment.

[...]

Today was your first day of vacation, and you were excited to spend it relaxing. You decided to message Jihoon to see if he wanted to come over to your house.

"Hey Jihoon! It's my first day of vacation. Do you want to come over today?"

A few moments later, his reply came. "Hey! I'd love to, but I have to go to my job in person today."

You frowned at the message, feeling a bit disappointed. But then, another message popped up. "Do you want Beep Boop to spend the day with you instead?"

You thought about it sincerely, glancing at the cold windows outside. Staying indoors seemed like the perfect plan for such a gloomy day. "Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks, Jihoon."

“Awesome! I’ll set him up before I leave. I’ve made some upgrades to Beep Boop, so you can talk with him. I can't answer you while I'm at work, but Beep Boop can keep you company. And I'll join you when I get home."

You smiled, feeling a bit better. “Thanks, Jihoon. Have a good day at work!”

“You too! Beep Boop will be there soon.”

True to his word, Jihoon made some last-minute touches, so you could have actual conversations with him throughout the day. 

He even left the camera on all day, so he could watch what you did, planning to watch you later.

As the hours passed, you found yourself enjoying the company of Beep Boop. The robot helped you cook by spelling out the recipe, and you laughed as it walked around your house, its mechanical movements strangely adorable. 

You even asked for its opinion on the best glitter color to apply to your eyes, and Beep Boop responded with a surprisingly insightful answer. 

You smiled, applying the suggested glitter before turning on Netflix. You and Beep Boop searched for a movie, finally settling on a romantic comedy. The robot even offered commentary during the film, making you laugh with its robotic take on human emotions.

After the movie ended, you found yourself talking to Beep Boop about your life. It was oddly therapeutic, even though you knew it couldn't truly understand.

“Beep Boop,” you called.

“Yes?” the robot answered promptly.

You hesitated, not sure how to begin. “So, there's someone I’ve been thinking about a lot lately…”

“I see. It sounds like this person is important to you.”

You sighed. “Well, he’s really kind and thoughtful. Like, he does all these little things for me that make me feel special. But I’m not sure if it’s because he likes me or if he’s just being nice.”

“Have you considered talking to him about your feelings?”

“I have, but I’m scared. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? I don’t want to ruin what we have.”

The robot tilted its head slightly, a gesture Jihoon must have programmed. "It is normal to be afraid of rejection. But sometimes taking that risk is the only way to be certain."

You bit your lip, pondering Beep Boop’s words. “What if I’m... What if I’m liking Jihoon?” you finally blurted out your feelings about Beep Boop's creator. 

"He has shown that he cares about you. It's possible that he may feel the same way."

You chuckled, finding the robot's advice strangely comforting. "What if I'm liking Jihoon more than just a friend?"

There was a pause, and you started to notice that Beep Boop's responses wavered. 

"What if Jihoon feels the same way about you?"

You blinked, realizing something was different. The tone was...off. You felt a sudden apprehension.

Jihoon, who had just arrived home and was heading to his bedroom to shower, paused when he heard the conversation through his computer. He listened intently as you poured out your heart to Beep Boop. 

The robot turned to you, its camera focusing on your face; You were glowing from the light of your television, your finger parting your lips slightly. Jihoon was looking at your mirrored image on his computer's screen. 

You frowned, looking at the robot. “Jihoon?”

“Yes, it’s me,” Jihoon replied, his voice now, clear. “I’m home.”

You froze, realizing that Jihoon had been listening. "Oh my god, Jihoon. I...I didn't mean for you to hear all that."

Jihoon, now visible on the robot's screen, looked timid but sincere.

"Since the day you moved into the neighborhood, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You were this amazing person right next door, but… I couldn't bring myself to come down and talk to you directly." 

Your heart pounded in your chest as you listened to his confession. 

Jihoon continued, "Beep Boop was the only way I could be around you all the time without freaking out. But I think it's time I stop hiding behind a robot."

You were speechless for a moment, processing his words.

"Jihoon, I honestly had no idea. I thought you saw me as a neighbor or a friend."

He smiled, a genuine, heartfelt smile.

"You've been more than that to me. You made me feel admired and comfortable, even with my awkwardness. I realized I needed to take a chance and tell you how I feel." Jihoon pauses before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.  "I’ll be there in a minute, okay?”

Beep Boop’s face, for the first time, turned off in front of you. Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for Jihoon’s arrival. 

You heard the knock on your door, and every step you took felt slower, heavier with expectation.

When you opened the door, Jihoon didn’t wait before pulling you into a hug. He wasn’t usually a big fan of hugs, but he needed this one, and maybe it was a way to hide his red face against your neck. He smelled like he had just left the bath, a mix of fresh soap and something uniquely Jihoon.

You pulled him inside, your hands roaming his back, feeling the tension and relief in his muscles. You giggled softly, breaking the silence. “I know you’re hiding your face.”

He chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m too red right now to face you.”

You pouted, resting your chin on his shoulder. “But I want to kiss you…”

Jihoon’s body tensed for a moment before he pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. His face was indeed flushed, but there was a smile playing on his lips. “You do?”

You nodded, your own cheeks heating up. “Yes. I’ve been wanting to for a while now.”

His eyes softened, and he reached up to gently cup your face. “Then kiss me.”

You leaned in, closing the small distance between you, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss. It was sweet and gentle, yet filled with the assumed emotions you both had been carrying. Jihoon’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss just a bit more.

The moment you both paused to catch your breath, it felt like a magnetic pull drawing you back together. You couldn’t stop kissing Jihoon, pushing him step by step until he rested against the sideboard. His kisses broke into a chuckle as he felt your desperate kisses on his smile.

"Sorry," you mumbled, cheeks flushed. Your hands slid from him, falling to your sides as you took a step back. The smile never left your lips; you were so happy to kiss his rosy lips.

Jihoon, ever the observant one, had noticed your hesitations, the way you always took a step back, afraid to rush him. But what you didn’t realize was that he wanted you to rush him. He wanted you to hug him until he was breathless, to touch his hair like you always complimented it. He didn’t want you to hold back—he wanted you to step further.

Seeing you hold back again, he touched your hand, pulling you against his chest. "Don’t hold back anymore," he murmured against your lips. Your breath trembled at his words, like receiving a long-awaited answer.

"But I don’t want to push you too far," you protested, unsure of the right words.

Jihoon held your face, making you look at him. "I’m being honest. I won’t break if you do." His hands slid to your waist, squeezing gently. You gasped against his lips, and he stole a quick peck.

You were already overwhelmed, his warm hands heating your belly skin through your top, his unwavering eyes fixed on you, his voice so sure of what he wanted. "Are you really letting me do whatever I want?" 

He smiled, his eyes sparkling. "What do you want to do?"

Closing your eyes, you felt the words on your tongue but struggled to speak. Gathering all the courage in the world, Jihoon kissed a single peck on your neck to gauge your reaction, holding back a smile as you melted against him.

"I want you," you finally whispered. His touch makes the words roll off your mouth.

"Then take me," he whispered back, his tone a raspy plea.

You gather Jihoon's long hair from the nape of his neck, pulling gently before kissing him again. Incredibly, he loosens up too, sucking your tongue and pulling you closer to his body. The bulge pressing against your sex through his shorts makes your heart race, the proof of his lust melting you from the inside out.

Jihoon flinches slightly when your hand slides to the hem of his shirt, guiding him toward your bedroom, your fingers brushing against his lower abdomen. As you bite his earlobe upon reaching the bedroom, your hands slide inside his shirt, moving up and down, feeling his waist. 

His smooth skin turns into a sea of shivers, his body hair bristles under your touch, and a shy moan escapes his mouth involuntarily. You realize that the thing you love the most isn't glitters or romantic movies anymore—it's the way Jihoon moans at your slightest touch.

You grasp the hem of his shirt, pushing it up. Jihoon helps you remove the clothing, and you have to remind yourself to close your mouth before you drool. Under his oversized clothing, you never expected such a defined body—a full six-pack, strong arms, and a chiseled chest. 

Your eyes trace every line from his abdomen to his chest, down to the veins on his arms, and that single vein that disappears into his shorts.

“Jihoon,” you whisper, as your hand slides over his torso.

He shivers, his breath hitching. “Y-yes?”

“You’re so fucking hot,” you murmur, your hand moving up to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “Did you know that?”

His cheeks turn a deep shade of red, his eyes incompetent to meet yours. “I, uh, I didn’t…”

You smirk, your fingers tracing the line of his hip. “You’re so shy, Jihoon,” you tease gently, your hand sliding lower, to the waistband of his shorts. “But you don’t have to be with me.”

His breath hitches again, and he stutters, “I know that, I’m just… not used to this.”

You smile, your lips brushing against his collarbone. “Then let me help you get used to it.”

Your hand slides into his shorts, feeling the hard length of his cock. Jihoon gasps, his hips bucking slightly into your touch. You look up at him, his face flushed, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.

“Do you like this?” you ask softly, your fingers wrapping around him.

He nods, his voice a shaky whisper. “Yes… a lot.”

You move your hand slowly, eliciting a low moan from him. “Good,” you whisper, your lips finding his again. “I want to make you feel good, Jihoon.”

His hands grasp at your hips, pulling you closer. “H-hm, you already do,” he murmurs against your lips.

You can't help but chuckle, teasingly saying, "Already so worked up, Jihoonie?" 

With your free hand, you tug down his shorts and underwear, letting them fall to the floor. You push him onto the bed, and he props himself up on his elbows, his eyes fixed on you. Slowly, you pull off your top, followed by your shorts and panties, never breaking eye contact.

“Shit...” Jihoon breathes out, his eyes raking over your body as you straddle him. He looks almost dazed, knowing full well he won’t last long once you start.

You can see the precum glistening at the tip of his cock. Smiling, you circle the head with your wet palm before sliding down his length, his abdomen trembling in response. Jihoon covers his eyes with his arm, his body reacting to your touch in a way that makes you feel powerful.

"Look at you," you mewl, observing how his cock turns red from the friction. But your gaze travels upward, noticing his flushed skin spreading from his shoulders to his nipples, neck, and cheeks. He’s absolutely breathtaking like this.

Taking advantage of Jihoon’s covered eyes, you lean down, enveloping his cock with your hot mouth in a single quick move. He gasps, his eyes flying open to see if it’s real. He clutches the duvet tightly, his knuckles white with the power of his grip. You can taste the salty precum on your tongue, that doesnt stop flowing, a sign that you’re doing something right.

Jihoon’s breath comes in ragged gasps as you bob your head, the slick suction sounds filling the room. “Just like that,” he moans, his voice strained.

You hum around him, sending vibrations through his length. His hips jerk involuntarily, pushing deeper into your mouth. You can feel him getting closer, his cock pulsing with need. You pull back slightly, just enough to tease him with your tongue, tracing patterns on the sensitive tip.

He whimpers, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Please,” he begs, making you fold at his desperate tone. 

You give him a wicked smile before taking him deep again, your tongue working in tandem with your hand. Jihoon’s moans grow louder, his body tensing as he approaches the edge. You can feel the heat building inside him, his release is imminent.

Jihoon’s elbows start to lose strength, but he manages to slide a hand to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair. You smile around his cock before taking a deep breath, relaxing your jaw, and taking him deep into your throat. 

You hold him there for a few seconds before pulling back up to the tip, gagging slightly.

His body shudders, and he collapses onto his back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Are you okay?” 

You nod, giving him a reassuring smile as you slurp at his tip, your hands gently rolling his balls. His jaw dropped, and his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. You can sense his orgasm building, his body trembling under you.

But just as he’s about to tip over the edge, you pull your mouth away, teasingly licking the length of his cock but never fully touching it. Jihoon whimpers, his voice strained with desperation. “No… please…” he moans, his hips bucking slightly, seeking your touch.

You smirk, watching him struggle to control his sanity. “Do you want more, Jihoon?” you ask slyly.

His voice just seems to stay in his throat, and you like that.

You lean in closer, your breath hot against his sensitive skin. “Tell me what you want,” you whisper, your fingers lightly tracing his length, making him shiver.

“I want you… please… don’t stop,” he moans, his voice breaking with need.

Satisfied with his plea, you finally take him back into your mouth, sucking him with a fresh push. His moans become louder, more desperate, as he nears the brink once more.

"Y/N... Oh God"

Jihoon’s body tenses, his hips bucking involuntarily as he reaches his peak. With a final, throaty moan, he comes hard, his cum exploding inside your mouth. You swallow, savoring the taste of him, as you continue to gently suckle until he’s completely spent.

Your mouth is making Jihoon sensitive, and even in his weakened state from the orgasm, he instinctively pulls your jaw away from his cock. The rough grip makes you hitch a breath, your pussy dripping a line on the duvet. 

You feel a desperate need for any touch from him. He notices by the way your mouth stays open, needily, as he holds your jaw.

Seeing you like this, Jihoon's cock twitched, wanting to stand proud again. If he’d known how desperate you were for him, he would have eaten you out on his bed that day you came over to his house to see his Funko Pop collection. 

His thumb rests on your cheek, then slides inside your mouth, pressing your tongue down. You cry, furrowing your eyebrows, rolling your tongue around the digit before closing your lips around it.

"It seems like you enjoy it?" Jihoon teases, his voice shy but gaining enthusiasm. “You like being needy for me?”

You whimper, his words making you melt. Seeing you fold to his touch, he gains confidence, seeing how you respond to his words. Jihoon slides his fingers out of your mouth with a cute pop, making you lay on him. 

Your legs are straddling him on either side, your head resting next to his, as your chest presses against his. Before letting his fingers caress your wet pussy, his hand slides down your back and squeezes your ass.

He can feel you trembling, and Jihoon feels each quiver in his chest. He’s surprised by how wet you are, and his fingers may 'accidentally' slip inside. Without realizing it, your hips grind against him to feel more of his fingers, the tips circling your clit, as he feels you throbbing on the skin of his digits.

You knew that the moment Jihoon touched you, you would lose control. Your whimpers and pants don’t go unnoticed, especially since they’re right in his ear, his eyes closing in delight at the sound.

“I need to confess something,” Jihoon says.

You hum in response, the only sound you can manage. His other arm hugs your waist as he begins.

 ''I knew exactly what you were doing that day.''

"Hm?"  

"That day… you were touching yourself in front of your window, pretending you didn’t know I was watching."

Your cheeks are burning hot, and your eyes enlarge. 

Jihoon continues, his fingers teasing your clit. “You thought you were being discreet, but I could see everything.'' 

He shuts his eyes, remembering what he saw that day through your window. 

"I could see your fingers sliding inside you, could hear you moaning all needy even through the glass. And you know what? I couldn't stop myself from watching."

You chuckle into his ear, moaning softly, revealing yourself, exposing your little plan. 

“I fucking knew it,” he scoffs, slapping your ass. “You wanted me to watch, didn’t you?”

You moan at the impact, your body hugging him, trying to channel the pleasure somewhere.   Jihoon’s fingers keep working you, but every time he feels your clit throb, announcing your close orgasm, he pulls his fingers away, making you cry out in frustration. 

“Jihoon, please,” you beg, your voice shaky.

“I want to see how badly you need it.”

He continues talking, every word dripping with teasing. “I could see you, all needy and desperate. Your fingers weren’t enough, were they? You wanted me to be the one making you cum.”

You hiccup, the words wreaking havoc on your mind, and a mess between your legs, you can feel yourself sopping his abdomen. You were completely at his mercy.

Jihoon’s fingers return to your clit, teasing the swollen nerve. “You’re so wet for me,” he says, his voice cooing.

You groan, your hips grinding against his fingers. “Please, Jihoon, I can’t take it.”

He chuckles, enjoying your desperation. “You can. And you will. Just a little longer, okay?”

You nod while biting your lip. Jihoon's fingers work you ably, bringing you closer and closer before pulling away at the last moment.  

He smirks, enjoying the control. "I felt so bad because I couldn’t stop touching myself when I saw you that day."

Your body melts into his, almost limp, your fingers losing their grip on his biceps as your moans turn into quivering pants from all the teasing. His fingers are suddenly still on your clit, and he coos at you, savoring the sight of you squirming so prettily. He’s been edging you for what feels like forever, and while he can’t help but enjoy it, a hint of concern creeps in.

“Do you want to cum, baby?” he asks, his tone sly-sweet.

You nod with a painful whimper.

“Sorry for making you wait so long,” he murmurs, not sounding sorry at all. 

His hand moves to the side, circling your clit from an awkward angle, and before you can wonder why, he slides you down, thrusting upwards. His cock glides into you all at once, the messy state of your pussy making it easy for him to slide in.

You're so sensitive, that you can feel every little fold of his cock, the bulge of the head, and it was all too much. 

Your entire body becomes acutely aware, your head lifting to look at his face. You feel almost pathetic, knowing what’s about to happen.

Your eyes squeezed shut, jaw falling open as your pussy swallowed him inside, cumming on his first thrust. His fingers increased the speed on your clit, and you finally let out a cry, your head falling onto his shoulder again.

“Did you just cum from me sliding in?” Jihoon teased, his voice full of disbelief. “Fuck, you’re so sensitive.”

“Jihoon,” you cringed on his shoulder. 

“I knew you’d cum soon, but this?” he murmured, his own voice trembling as he realized how close he was to the edge too. “You’re going to make me lose it.”

He leans in to kiss you, but you pull back, a teasing smile on your face. Jihoon frowns, whimpering, following your face to try to kiss you again, but you dodge it. Smiling, you lift yourself slowly, then sink back down onto his cock, taking him deeper inside you.

You can feel every inch of him filling you up, the stretch is deliciously intense. Jihoon's face contorts with in pleasure, his mouth falling open as his close shut. His body arches, and the hand on your throat tightens involuntarily.

You suddenly remove his hands from your throat and your ass, guiding them to the top of his head. His fingers feel warm and slightly trembling against yours as you place them where you want them. Jihoon knows he could easily break free, but the temptation to see what you’ll do next is too great.

His once-cute expression transforms into something completely naughty, his lips caught between his teeth as he grins up at you. 

“You were so shy a few minutes ago, and now look at you,” you tease, raising yourself before sinking back down on him, eliciting a throaty moan from his lips. “Where’s the boy who needed a robot to talk to me?”

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through you. “That boy’s gone,” he manages to say, his voice breathy.

You start to roll your hips, riding him with a determined rhythm that makes him lose his mind. Each slam of your pussy onto his cock feels like you’re trying to obliterate every trace of his existence. The thought alone sends a shiver down his spine, straight to his cock.

“I’m going to ruin you,” you whisper, your voice dripping with lust and promise.

Jihoon groans, his eyes rolling back slightly as he feels you tighten around him. "I’m already there," he admits, his voice strained. "You’ve got me right where you want me."

You grin, savoring the power you have over him, and continue your relentless pace. His hands stay obediently where you placed them, his body writhing beneath you as he succumbs completely to your touch. Every ride, every roll of your hips, drives him closer to the edge, and he knows there’s no turning back.

You slide your hands off his and down his arms, feeling the hard lines of his muscles under your palms. Jihoon's body reacts like a wave, shivering and contorting with every touch. 

You gather your hair, the heat in your body intensifying with every passing second. The pleasure spreads through you like wildfire, leaving a trail of burning need in its wake. You hold your hair in one hand, the other bracing against his abdomen.

Jihoon's eyes widen at the sight before him. A single drop of sweat slides down the middle of your breasts, glistening as it travels over your belly. Your head is thrown back, exposing the perfect curve of your neck, your tits bouncing with every downward thrust. Your pussy clenches around him, gripping him so tightly that he can barely think.

His fingers tighten on the sheets above his head, fighting the overwhelming urge to grab you and flip you onto all fours. He’s teetering on the edge, desperate not to cum too soon. He tries to think of anything else—natural disasters, money laundering scandals, food waste—anything to distract himself.

But then you say, "Ah ah, open your eyes for me,"

He curses you in his mind because the view he’s about to witness will destroy any hope of holding back.

 He opens his eyes reluctantly, and the sight of you riding him, the look of raw pleasure on your face, is enough to push him right to the brink.

“Slow down,” he begs, his voice trembling as his eyes roll back, overcome with the intensity of your movements. The sight of him like this—so utterly undone—almost makes you cum on the spot, but you maintain your steady rhythm.

“You want me to slow down?” you taunt, a wicked grin spreading across your face. “But you look so pretty when you’re falling apart like this.”

Jihoon’s grip on the sheets tightens, his knuckles turning white. “Y/N, please,” he groans, his voice breaking. “I can’t... I can’t hold on if you keep going like this.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

The desperation in his voice piques your interest, propelling you to push him harder. "I want you to fill me up until there is no more space, until your cum is spilling out of me. I want to feel you mark me with every single drop you have.”

You can feel him tense, a deep moan escaping from his chest as he finally lets go. You cross the border when you feel his hot cum covering your walls and filling you. You find yourself trembling and struggling to breathe as your own orgasm bursts through you.

Jihoon’s release is strong, his body arching as he pumps into you, his grip on the sheets tightening. Your senses are overwhelmed by the volume of his thick and hot cum, which fills you to the brim. 

The feeling of being so thoroughly claimed, so utterly marked, makes you feel light-headed.

Your legs begin to feel like jelly, and the ache from your current position becomes more evident. Your balance falters, and Jihoon, feeling your wavering, ignores your earlier command to hold his hands back. His hands instinctively go to your aid, stabilizing your quivering body.

You laugh at your state as he supports you up, feeling giddy at the situation.

"Are you good?" Jihoon asks.

You nod, a lazy smile spreading across your face. "I'm full," you say, glancing down at where your bodies are still connected.

Jihoon's eyes follow yours, and a soft chuckle escapes him. "I can see that," he murmurs, his hands gentle as they caress your sides. "I can't believe we just did that."

"Yeah," you hiss as you get up slowly, feeling the ache in your legs finally stretching out, and noticing the mess sliding out of you. 

You glance down where you were sitting on him, admiring the white ribbons dripping out of you, around his cock, but Jihoon stops you before you can focus too much on it.

"I think I'm gonna take a bath," you think aloud, "or I'll just pass out on you like this."

Jihoon gulps, his gaze flickering nervously. You furrow your brow, genuinely confused. "What's wrong?" you ask, tilting your head.

He shifts uncomfortably, his cheeks coloring slightly. "Um, I... I don't want you to see me, uh, soft," he admits.

You roll your eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at your lips. "Oh, please," you tease, moving closer to him. "You think I'm only into you when you're hard?"

He stays shy, and you playfully suggest, "Why don't you take a bath with me? I promise I won't look."

Jihoon hesitates for a moment, then breaks into a smile and nods. "Okay, sure," he agrees, his cheeks still tinted pink.

You beam at him, delighted that he's willing to join you. "Great! I'll go first, then," you say, stepping carefully to avoid dripping on the floor.

Jihoon chuckles softly at your clumsiness, finding it endearing. "Take your time," he calls after you as you disappear into the bathroom.

The idea of bathing together feels even more intimate than what you just shared in bed. The thought of being naked together in the warm water, the steam enveloping you both, brings a different kind of closeness. 

As Jihoon enters the bathroom, you turn your back to give him privacy, feeling the warm water cascade down your skin. The sound of him entering the shower reaches your ears, and you smile, knowing he's joining you.

You grab some body soap and pour it into his waiting hands, laughing softly as the foam starts to build between your fingers and over your skin. "Here, help me with this," you say, offering him the liquid soap.

Jihoon takes the liquid soap, and soon you're both covered in foamy suds, the bathroom filling with a fresh, clean scent. He wraps his arms around you in a slippery hug, both of you chuckling at the comical situation.

"You're so slippery," Jihoon remarks, giggling, as he tries to keep his grip on you.

You laugh softly, turning to face him now that you're both thoroughly soaped up. "It's the soap's fault," you tease, rubbing your hands over his shoulders to spread the suds.

After the bath, you and Jihoon towel off and slip into clean sheets, savoring the new, cool comfort against your skin. Just as you’re about to settle in, Beep Boop rolls into the room, his wheels humming softly. 

Beep Boop's face screen flashes a cheerful smile. "Hello! Beep Boop is here to assist!"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "Not now, Beep Boop. We’re trying to get some rest."

Jihoon gives Beep Boop an exasperated look. "Beep Boop, out. We need some privacy."

Beep Boop’s screen flickers, showing a sad face for a moment before it switches back to happy. "Beep Boop understands. Goodnight, humans!" He rolls out of the room, his wheels whirring softly.

You frown at Jihoon, playfully swatting his arm. "Don’t talk to him like that."

Jihoon laughs, pulling you closer. "It's a robot—"

You cut him off, pouting. "Apologize to him!"

Jihoon sighs, shaking his head with a smile. "Alright, alright. Beep Boop, I’m sorry!"

From the hallway, Beep Boop’s cheerful voice echoes back, "Apology accepted! Goodnight!"

You snuggle into Jihoon’s chest, feeling his laughter rumble through him. Jihoon chuckles, shaking his head. "You and your robot... I'm starting to think you like Beep Boop more than me."

You smirk and raise an eyebrow. "Are you jealous of Beep Boop?"

Jihoon gives you a mock offended look. "What? Me? Jealous of a robot? Absolutely not."

You poke his side playfully. "Admit it, you are a little jealous."

Jihoon crosses his arms, trying to look serious but failing as a smile creeps onto his face.

[luveline]

Omg ok Jade my love can I request a princess soulmate au with Steve? Where reader is Prince Steve’s soulmate but maybe she’s not royal herself and is struggling a bit with being the future princess?

Almost like similar vibes to some of the loser gf with rockstar Sirius things you’ve done

thank you sm for your request! (sci-fi fairytale au) prince!steve

cw talk of losing weight to fit into a dress 

Prince Steven sits across from you with a bowl of grapes and a pair of embroidery scissors. He's going to stab me, you think morosely. I'm wretched and boring and he's going to stab me and then the stars will give him another soulmate and he'll forget this whole misfortune.

He seems lost for words as you are, or uninterested. You think he's going to talk and he eats another grape instead, hair fluttering in the breeze that filters in from the balcony, his eyes trained on the holoscreen. He's pretty —soft face, softer hair, almond shaped eyes that seem perpetually amused— but more alarmingly, he's fit. Physically fit from years of sports. Royals do all manner of olympiad competition, evident in his toned shoulders and his sun-kissed skin. 

"How's your embroidery?" he asks suddenly. 

You startle, pretending you'd been attending to that rather than staring at him uselessly. "It's going well, Prince Steven," you lie. You've never embroidered before —you have practical sewing skills for darning scuffed trousers and patching elbows, but embroidery is a labour of time. Time is a luxury you haven't had. 

"Steve," he corrects. 

"Do I… Is it really okay for me to call you that? Won't people think I'm presumptuous?" 

"Ten dollar word." He slides the bowl toward you, a beautifully glazed ceramic piece that likely cost more than your month's rent. "Well, they usually let me have whatever I want, and I want you to call me Steve. And to relax. And eat more." 

"I can't. They said I need to fit into my wedding dress." 

"The wedding dress needs to fit you," Steve says, the simple cut of his button down pulled snug to his chest as he leans back in his chair. "Not the other way around. Is that why you didn't eat much at breakfast? Or was it just gross?" 

"It wasn't gross," you say softly. 

"You don't have to do any of that stuff, either, if it's boring." 

You run your finger down the creamy linen stretched between your bamboo hoops. "I don't know if it's boring. I can barely do it." 

"You're too mean to yourself," he says. 

Steve stands and puts his arm behind his head, pushing his elbow until something clicks. Embarrassed by his dismissal, you stare at your hands and fume at yourself when they begin to tremble. 

It's too much. All of it. The cruel Palace attendants who know you're not good enough. Steve and his good nature. The wedding dress, the fine China, your wonky stitches. 

Steve steps to your side. He holds out his hand, and you pass him your embroidery without meeting his eyes. Your mood worsens at the sharp slink of snipping, sure that Steve will cut your pattern from the sketch and tell you to start again. 

"Sorry, your white knot at the back was bothering me. Pass me a slimmer needle? I'll tuck it behind your stitches." 

Astonished, you pass Steve a smaller needle from the pin cushion. His brows creases gently as he works, rewiring the white thread with patience and efficiency. 

"There. It looks really nice, honey. You're a fast learner." He passes you the hoop. You take it a beat too slow and he either doesn't notice or doesn't make a fuss, chucking you under the chin softly. "Don't worry so much. I'll talk to Cordelia about your wedding dress, the idea that you need to fit into it like it's one size fits all is dumb. It's made for you. Like, what are they expecting?" 

"They're probably hoping this is all a big mistake." 

"Did someone say that to you?" 

"Nobody had to say it to me, I can tell from the way they look at…" Steve takes your face into his hand, effectively killing anything you'd been trying to say.  

He seems royal, then. Used to getting his way, maybe, the disapproving lining of his otherwise sweet eyes. You get a flash of a memory, the morning you'd been presented, Steve in his finery with his platinum crown like a beacon in brown hair, you in your best dress, embarrassingly drab in comparison, your hand offered. He'd been meeting with eligible women all week. 

You were there as a formality. Never for a second did you think your soul mark would react to his, lines of light around your opposite wrists. 

To think you'd worried about touching him. You could never imagine how beautifully careful he is, how tender. You didn't know men were like this until Steve showed you, his niceness apparently bone deep and in everything he does. 

"If people are being jerks, you have to tell me." You never imagined how casual and vulgar he'd be either. "What's the point in being a princess if people don't respect you?" 

"I'm not a princess," you say. Your heart is a hummingbird as he turns his hand and strokes your cheeks with the backs of his fingers. 

"You will be. Nothing can change that. You're going to be a princess, and you can do as much or as little as you want, because those dorks left me in charge and I say so. I can decree it, if that makes you feel better," he says, dropping his hand, the phantom of it lingering like static shock. 

"What if I'm not meant for this?" you ask quietly, shy but terrified enough to ask. 

"I was meant for you," he says, tone matching yours in timidity. His sleeves rolled up as they are, you can see the soft light of his soul mark taking a pink hue. "Right?" 

Your soul mark glows a gentle pink to match his. Because you and Steve don't know one another well, not yet, but the feeling is there, thrumming under the skin like a pulse. Not love, not not love, a glowing desire. A want to know him.

There have been moments where you wished he wasn't a Prince, but then there's no guarantee you ever would have met. 

"Right," you mouth, offering him a small smile. 

"We were meant to be together…" Steve bends at the waist, meeting your eyes. He's yet to kiss you in the week since you met, but his touches come braver everyday, the unfamiliarity between you melding into butterflies. His smirk shakes them awake. "So let's be together the way we want to. Think of princess-ing as optional." 

"And you as mandatory?"

"I'm also optional," he says with a warm laugh. "But dinner is not. I need to know what you like, if we're going to get married."

You practically gulp. Right. You're going to be his soulmate, his princess, and his wife. 

"Don't be scared. I'm not cooking it, chef Joyce is." Steve brushes hair from his eyes like a model from the giant holo screens, unaware of his own attractiveness. "I'm a shitty cook. My talents lie in other things," he drawls grandly, "like lacrosse, and neck massages." 

He winks. You laugh genuinely for the first time since you met him, and his face splits with glee.  

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if you want to request anything for this AU please do! steampunk princess soulmate and her smitten prince is my new fave thing

[dark-and-kawaii]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ They Take As They Please ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Haarlep - Halsin - Zevlor - Raphael

Dark Content

↳ Haarlep, but their hand is holding your neck down, their other grabbing your face as they lean down further to bury their nose in the crook of your neck. Haarlep's hot breath tickling your skin, their nose pressing against you, inhaling your scent with a sick hunger. Their slick tongue gliding along the surface of your sweat drenched skin, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. A guttural groan escapes Haarlep's throat as they withdraw their mouth, “Don't stop now, my little pet,” they continue to taunt, their voice filled with sadistic delight, “Be a good thing and keep begging for me, beg like the obedient puppy you are.” You had no strength left to fight, no will to escape. Your tears stained the ground, your breath hot and labored, your body yearning for water, for Raphael to wisk you away... Slowly, you were withering away, your spirit broken, your hope shattered. You knew Haarlep and that bastard arch devil, Mephistopheles would keep you alive… You’d have to endure looking at Raphael's shell for the rest of your remaining life...

↳ Halsin, but it's him biting into your neck. His teeth sunk deep into your flesh to hold you to him, your blood pouring out against his lips, your hips squirming against his cock as he takes his fill. Your mind fuzzy, your whimpers falling on deaf ears. The pleasure of his bite fading, replaced with an aching pain. Your pussy not much better, over stuffed, sore, the blood from it mixing with his seed that seeps out from you. You were a sacrifice to his appetite, you've realized this now. His bruising fingers dig into the plush of your thighs, his thrusts hard against you, his seed painting your walls white and spilling into your womb yet again... He is not a god, not a man, but a beast. A beast that won't stop until your stomach is round with his child, that is when his appetite will finally be satisfied.

↳ Zevlor, but he's a traitor and has you pinned beneath him. The sharp end of his tail creeping up your shirt only to rip it open, exposing your bare chest. “The others will never believe you, that their reluctant leader Zevlor could do such a thing. Now keep quiet and I won't leave a scratch on you." He lines his thick, infernal, ridged cock at your entrance, the tip teasing your damp folds before forcefully sheathing himself fully inside you. His hands grasping your hips as he pounds you into the dirt, his hot breath tickling your ear as his body pins yours to the ground. His grunts and growls are all you can hear, and you try so hard to bite back a scream as his ridges rub against your inner walls. But when he wraps his tail around you and drags you further down onto his cock you cry out as it begins to collide with your cervix, knocking against it begging for entrance into your womb.

↳ Raphael, but it's him choking you unconscious. His large Cambion hands wrapped around your delicate throat as his cock thrusts inside you. You're nothing more than his little mouse, his plaything, he'll do as he pleases to you for his own pleasure. When he laughs at the state you're in that's when you feel his tail start to slide deep within your bowls, your tight little hole, your poor ass, stretching to accommodate the foreign appendage. You can feel it slithering up, deeper and deeper until your stomach starts to bulge with the shape of it, and all you can do is beg him to stop as your voice cracks, and the room spins around you. You can only see his smile as he continues, your voice only an echo in the void of darkness as the world fades away. “Such a pitiful creature.”

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Bowling Pin

Debut: Bowling

Yeah, Bowling! It's the pin, from Bowling! Bowling is a game, so it is fair game for this blog. And the pins are Weird Enemies! The whole point of Bowling is to Defeat as many pins as possible. You are taught to HATE them! It's messed up. I will teach you to love them.

When anthropomorphizing a bowling pin, are you on Team Face On Tip or Team Face On Base? I think both have their merits. Tip is good for if you want to give it a humanoid impression, like it could walk up to you and shake your hand. Hug you. Even... kiss you?! Base, however, is more of a creature, which I imagine waddling around on a bunch of legs or tentacles emerging from the bottom. It would hobble up to you and ask you, "Gleep gwanorb?" Answer carefully, or it might aim its Space Ray Gun at you! In the base design, the tip of the pin could be an antenna, or it could be read as a long-haired creature that tied its hair up in a tall bun!

You know something messed up? There are more types of bowling pins! No one ever told me that! The classic one we all default to is the Ten-pin, but there are two others! We'll get to them. Biologically, a Ten-pin must abide to the specific standards set by the United States Bowling Congress, adopted by World Bowling. They MUST be 15 inches (380 mm) tall, 4.75 inches (121 mm) wide at their widest point, and weigh 3 pounds and 8 ounces (1.6 kg), give or take 2 ounces (.057 kg). Wow! These would be some unrealistic standards to live up to, if these were not chunks of carved and coated wood produced specifically to match up to these measurements.

The reason the different pins are pictured with different balls is that they are used in different variations of the game! Candlepin is pretty self-explanatory. It's shaped like a candle. But Duckpin? That looks like a smaller, cuter, more marketable Ten-pin. What's its deal?

My first thought was, it's called a Duckpin because it looks like a duck! It has the one red line like the ring around a male mallard's neck, and it is rather shaped like a duck as seen from the front, overall! How cute! In reality, they are called Duckpins because the way they scatter when hit reminded a duck hunter of a scattering duck flock. Always comes back to violence with poor little Bowling Pin. They have it so rough! They could really use a friend, who's always there to pick them up when they're down.

Name: Pinsetter

Debut: Bowling

Pinsetter is just the sort of friend a Bowling Pin needs! No matter how many times Pin is knocked down, Pinsetter will be there to pick it up and put it back in its deserving spot. If any mean ol' stray Bowling Balls try to land a cheap hit, Pinsetter's sweep bar will block them. Play fair, you bully ball! Pinsetter's job used to be done by human Pin Boys, but there can still be a human in the mix, making sure the machine is clean, and unjamming it if need be. I can only assume this beautiful relationship between human and machine is just like that of horse and rider.

The more I think about it, though, is Pinsetter really helping? It's just putting the pins back in harm's way every single time, facilitating their unending torment. It blocks incoming balls, but only briefly, allowing them to crash through the pins as soon as they're all reset. Why does it do this? Who does it work for? Who is sending all these balls?!

...It's Pinsetter.

Pinsetter does not only set the pins. It detects the score, encouraging players to hit as many pins as possible. It returns the balls, giving them the weapons to do so. Humans think they're playing a game, but Pinsetter is playing them all! It controls the whole operation, driven by nothing but pin bloodlust! Maybe Bowling Ball has been misunderstood, another tortured soul, an unwilling pawn in Pinsetter's twisted game!

Bowling Pins are beautiful creatures. They belong in the wild, or with trustworthy, knowledgeable caretakers. To bowlers, they are an Enemy. To me, they are a Friend.

[jewreallythinkthat]

Guys, if you keep kosher for Passover and do not eat kitniyot and want something exciting this year, you NEED to head to @sialiaskitchen and check out the recipe for matzo meal tortillas. I had a go making them properly today and these things are MAGIC!

The only things I'd recommend are:

1. Make sure to knead each portion of tortilla "dough" until they are properly smooth, it will make sure you get a smooth outside to the tortillas and prevent them cracking. This will take maybe 1 minute for each one. I just kept squishing it in my hand and then rolled it into a ball.

2. If, like me, you don't have a tortilla press, you can place the balls between parchment paper and then put it on the floor with a flat board above and then gently step on the board. I ended up on one leg with my entire body weight on the board and then gave them a little roll with a rolling pin just to even put the shape if necessary.

3. Trust Sialia's process. They need to stand, covered, to soften and I promise they will - just don't be worried if it takes a little longer than you expect. I piled them all up under a bowl and once a few were there and steaming, they softened much faster.

For anyone interested, the filling is pulled jackfruit and butternut squash in a guajillo and ancho chilli sauce. It's then sprinkled with queso fresco - although pick your fave cheese if you prefer, chopped red onion (purple), red onion soaked in red wine vinegar and sugar - a quick pickled onion (pink), and coriander/cilantro. 10/10 will be making again

[heartfullofleeches]

Letters from You

Yan T.V Show Cast + Clown Reader Snippet

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Tap....Tap...Knock.....Tap...Tap...Knock

Hm, usually that always does the trick. The strangled hics and sobs beyond the other side of the door depress any chance of your playful banter getting through to the poor jester. On brighter days, she'd hear the secret knock you two came up with together and dry her tears enough to finish things off. Whatever got her upset today was really dragging her down....

"She's been like that all morning, Sunny...." Gus chimes in. The clown has been worried sick about his sibling as presented by the stormy clouds replacing the smiling suns beneath their eyelids. "Not even Holly has been able to get through to her... You're our last hope, Sun..."

"I'll try my best." Pressing your ear to the door, you strike your knuckles against the door - careful not to cause the jester more duress. "Melan? It's Sunday, do you want to talk? We'll leave you alone if you need space, but we all just want to make sure you're okay...."

Through whimpers and sobs, a small, quivering voice bleeds through.

"M...my letter.... I can't go anywhere without my letter! They promised.... They promised to write to me everyday...."

Oh, no... Placing your hand on your pants pocket, your fingers trace out the rectangular shape within the fold. How could you forget something so important to her?

You pull the crumpled envelope from your pocket, smoothing out its corners as you speak up. "Melan! I have that letter from your penpal. Handyman must've given it to me by mistake. I'll read it out loud for you, got it?"

You open the letter up as the sniffling stops almost entirely.

"Dear Melan,

Hey there, Melan! How's my favorite jester doing today? I got the drawings you sent with your last letter. I'll hang them up in my room soon as I have the chance. Ice cream is one my favorite desserts too. Maybe we can have some together someday. If not, have an extra bowl in my honor!

Are you taking care of yourself and your siblings? How's your practice going? I heard you can juggle two pins without dropping them now, I'm so proud of you! You're getting better and better everyday - that's why you're my favorite jester.

Lots of love, your dear penpal - Y/n."

The room on the other side of the door goes dead quiet.

"Melan?...."

A creak in the floorboards - followed by another. They continue until -click- the door unlocks.

"Th... thank you, Sunday... I'll be out in a minute. I'm sorry for worrying you...."

[secret-smut-sideblog]

Even If It Bleeds

Astarion x F! Tav

18+ violence, death, complicated feelings, blood drinking, restraint, sexual exploration, predator/prey, control kink, (light) dubcon, dirty talk, roughness, breast worship (f!), free use, p-in-v, overstimulation, tenderness

When a hunter threatens one of her own, Tav urges Astarion to take matters into his own hands. Further encouraging him to seek out his own needs, his own desire...

Masterlist, Prev Chapter

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Astarion's eyes darted to her, fear under the easy pull of his smile. The Gur hunter in front of them an enemy to her the moment he revealed his mission.

"I believe he's gone to ground. But I may be able to drive him out yet."

The dagger on her hip would be a quick remedy to this situation. But Astarion's eyes were seeking something from her. Confusion spiking her own gaze. What was he waiting for?

Then it clicked.

She drew forward and quickly forced under the man's arms into a headlock. Kicking his knee out into a kneel. Neck bared in a pull on his head. All too fast for him to fight.

Her eyes flashed up to Astarion's.

"Kill him." She stated simply.

Astarion froze, but only for a moment. He lunged forward, driving a dagger into his throat.

The hunter convulsed. She released his arms and finished it with a sickening twist of his head. The crack of his neck snapped a final percussion.

"Ugh!" Shadowheart turned her back on the whole affair.

"At least it was quick." Karlach sighed.

Tav crouched to gather spilt blood in her fingers, bringing it to her nose.

"Garlic. Of course." She shook it off with quick flicks of her wrist. "Useless."

"Did you have to do all that?" Shadowheart huffed.

"He was dead as soon as he opened his mouth. I was just settling the affair." Tav rose to her full height again.

"Monster hunter not a problem then." Karlach raised an appreciative eyebrow at her.

"Oh, I'm a much better hunter." Tav turned from the dead. Starting to head down the hill again.

Astarion's eyes dug into her back.

She turned again.

He was staring hard at her, many emotions layered between his gaze. His eyes lidded, chest heaving.

"Let's go. It's getting late." Eyes soft under the bite of her command.

"Aye!" Karlach barked happily. Shadowheart grumbling next to her.

Still, Astarion stood coiled in front of her. Hands tense at his sides. Flitting his gaze over her in near anger.

She drew forward and slipped her hand behind him. Pressing him forward by the small of his back.

"Come on, it's over." She spoke low, their party already striding ahead. "We're going."

He nodded, taking up the clip of her walk. Still flitting his gaze to her occasionally.

"In the future, you don't need my permission to kill someone threatening your life."

His eyes held on her again.

"I..." He took a shuddered breath. "Of course. I should've known that."

"Not a failing. Just a reminder." She remarked easily. "It's been a long time since most of us have been in a group. New rules."

He laughed, some tension released from his shoulders.

"New rules. Or the lack thereof."

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Empty bowls stacked by the fire, Gale and Wyll's stories exhausted, the soft shuffle of feet separating.

Tav sat in the curve of a tree, high above.

She had said it was over, but she wasn't so sure. Keeping watch wasn't a burden. She had a hard time sleeping anyway.

A cold shape rose behind her.

She smiled, catching him by the waist. Pinning him down on the length of tree next to her.

"You know you shouldn't sneak up me."

Astarion smiled.

"But your spider climb is getting good." Appraising the length of tree he had scaled. She released him, pulling him up by a grip on his forearm. His own grip met hers.

"Gods, you're strong." He nearly accused.

"Are you complaining?"

"Always." He sighed, that twinkle of jest back in his eyes.

They sat side by side on the limb. Her legs tucked under her, his hanging free over the edge. Swaying with an unconscious rhythm.

"I wanted to thank you." He spoke softly.

"What for?"

He gave her an incendiary glare.

"Everything. Gods, like you haven't been..."

She leaned back against the trunk, sharpening her dagger mindlessly.

"Even now! You don't even... you're not phased at all. You've done so much for me."

She shrugged.

He huffed breath, drawing toward her.

"Don't just... ugh! You're infuriating."

"You want me to be different about it?"

"Yes!... No. I..." His head hung. "I don't know what I want."

She lifted his head with a gentle slide on his chin with the blunt of her dagger. Her eyes steady on him. The fortification of her gaze filled his chest.

"No. No, I know what I want."

She nodded. Leaning forward to press her forehead to his. Closing her eyes. He took a shaky breath, then leaned into her.

"You're stronger than you know. You have everything you need. I'm glad to have helped you learn to use it." She hushed.

She made to pull away, but his hand caught the curve of her neck.

He breathed slowly, his cold breath tickled her lips. Ever so gently, he slid his face along hers. His lips grazing her cheek, her jaw, her ear. An exploring touch. So soft, but firm in its demand on the back of her neck.

She held still for him. Understanding that this wasn't for her. Allowing him to feel. Her breath a deep reassuring pull.

He slid forward on knees, his other hand pressed to her waist. Drawing her up onto knees with him.

His lips finally met the curve of her neck. Breathing deep into the scent she knew lay there.

He had fed from everywhere but her neck. She hadn't been sure if he was ready. She wasn't sure now, either.

He nuzzled into her, rubbing his face into the soft of her throat. Asking. Pleading.

How could she deny him when he was seeking from her like a starving kitten.

"Is this what you want?" She breathed. Only raising her arms to brace on his hips.

He drew further forward at her touch. Hips angled into her hands.

"Please." He urged into her skin. "Please let me."

"Not here." She whispered.

He scooped under her thighs, and jumped.

They landed on the ground, but she barely felt it. He was already sliding through air with her braced on hips over the hinge of his shoulder. Moving through the world as the river cuts through the mountain.

She smiled against his back.

He was getting stronger and stranger by the day.

Few things had brought her more joy than to train him in all the powers he already held. Kept from him in vile and meager blood. Hers fueled his body, and oh, how strong it was. How strong he was in its nourishing.

Showing him he was not helpless as a spawn. Far from it.

They fazed into his tent, far on the edge of camp. He laid her out on his bedroll in a near crash.

"Well, the dismount needs work." She teased, smiling up at him. Balanced on elbows.

His eyes shook with need, barely hearing her.

She sucked a breath, seeing the depth of it. Rising back onto knees, quickly pulling her top off. The air heavy with his desire. Meeting him fully in it.

He pulled at her clothes as she shed them, like she couldn't move fast enough. Pulling his own shirt off in a whip over his head. Hands returning to her, grasping the back of her head and the soft of her hip. Fingers splaying with a shaken breath. Feeling. Feeling without the pretense of her pleasure.

His hands traveled along her at his own desire. Drawing her to him. Already finding the softest parts of her. Under her breast, the curve of her waist. Pulling her leggings down in yanks to get to the crest of her thighs.

All the while taking her by the seat of her skull, held up to him. Lips circling, trying to find the best place to bite down. Breathing jagged into her throat.

Lust rolled in her belly. Being handled like this... like she was a thing to be felt and drank, nothing more. Something soft to take from.

He found her then. Licking a line on her jumping pulse point. Drawing it to the surface.

She stifled her moan, determined to hold for him. This wasn't about her. The soak of her sex heavy on the air.

He took one more deep breath of her, then tightened his grip on her head. Rearing back and biting down. It hurt. A lot. But she liked that. Her eyes rolled up under lids. Going limp like a good girl.

He moaned into her, his hand took up the curve of her ass. Pressing her hard to the ridge of his pelvis. His desire ground into her, sending her head back. Mouthing a 'fuck' to steady herself. The gulp of his throat against her clavicle obscene.

He ground into her against the floor of his tent, the push of his hips more and more insistent with each roll of his hips. Forcing her down with his body. Tremoring with quiet desire under the demand of him. Her blood spilled in gasps between them.

She rose her hand and tentatively cradled the back of his head.

He fell into her, huffing breath. Something snapped inside him.

Hooking under her thighs, he yanked her fully onto her back. Catching the curve of her underclothes and ripping them down. Pulling on her waist, sliding her flush to him. Never leaving the latch on her throat. Growling into the mess of blood. Locked on his prey.

She kicked her underclothes off, falling open for him. Untangling the ties on his breeches.

He huffed, knocking her hands back. She laid them flat on the bedroll obediently.

He finally released with a gasp of breath, licking her closed. Rising up above her on knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Staring down with glowing eyes. Towering over her like the fearsome force he was. Cut from marble and smeared with her.

"You're so beautiful." She breathed.

He leaned down, bracing on forearms around her head. His terrifying eyes took up her vision.

"Take what you need. It's yours." She whispered to him.

He shuddered breath. Eyes flashing with need again. Pressing a hand flat to her sternum, holding her down. Head trailing to lick up the curve of her breast. Gathering her hard nipple into his lips to suck.

Her back curled up, the pleasure pulling a strangled whimper from her. The shake of her body only made him pull harder. His tongue cupped the sensitive bundle, slurping into the suck. Her pelvis ached and twisted fruitless against him.

He drug the curve of his knuckles along her skin, leading down, down, down. Dancing along the ridge of her hip, the crease of her thigh. Mouth switching sides to her soft, untouched breast, the same he had fed above so long ago. The renewed pleasure raw in her. Swollen in it, writhing weakly against him.

His two fingers glided along the cleft of her sex. The slick gathered there coated the inner curve of his fingers. Sliding back and forth in his own leisure. Simply enjoying the sensation of the velvet spilling for him.

It was torture. She never wanted it to stop. But it did.

Taking her by the hips, he flipped her onto her belly. Hiking her hips up high. Squeezing the fat of her ass in both hands. Kneading the flesh as he undid his trousers.

She watched over her shoulder but turned her eyes down when his gaze cut into her. This wasn't for her. She nodded at his silent command and rose her hands above her head. Locking her wrist in a hand, she braced down on her shoulders. Waiting for him.

She could feel his smile behind her. Sliding fingers up and down her sex again. Fully teasing her now. Curious to see her breaking point.

But she had been well trained for this. She would not break under her desire.

He coated his cock in her slick with languidly indulgent strokes. Spreading his hand down her lower back. Enjoying the subjugation of her body poised under him. Waiting his command.

The fact that he wasn't speaking felt so much more salacious. The purr of his voice was a weapon, and he didn't need it here. So he couldn't be bothered.

Taking the curve of her waist, he lined up behind her. The head of his cock trained at her soaked entrance. She nearly whimpered but held her tongue. Only her hands tightened above her. Her nipples grazing the blankets under her just added torment.

He pushed in so slowly, sighing out a breath behind her. Her cunt already clenching desperately around him and he was barely in. Her body screamed past her trained silence. And he laughed. Driving forward, so agonizing slow. Mean in his power.

The stretch was unbelievable, sending her eyes lost into her skull. Shuddering down into herself. All the lead up of his torment primed her to unravel right there. Her orgasm raw and tempting in her. But she would not break.

Then, he finally spoke. Voice not a purr or laced with honey. Nearly a threat.

"You're being so good. Let's see how far we can push that."

She bit into her lip. Cunt clenching hard.

"Oh, I bet I can break you."

He gathered her hair in his fist as he thrust, twisting it around his knuckles in a tight wind. Pulling her head back in an arch. His voice against her ear. Hot breath, hot with her blood, a wave against the sensitive hairs.

"You want me to go faster?"

She shuddered, his hips rolling into her. Strokes pulling pleasure from her in a tortuous slow rhythm.

"Deeper?"

He picked up speed despite his words. The tight pull of her cunt too much.

"Anything you want." She moaned.

"That's right." He growled, rising back again. Taking her hips in the strength of his grip. "Whatever I want."

He slammed into her, huffing out breath. His pace punishing in its drive. Uninterested in her pleasure, chasing only his down. A wolf crashing through thicket towards a rabbit.

She was lost. Eyes fully glazed over. Rocking forward in his thrusts. Limp in his wrath. Orgasm tight around her throat. Squeezing tighter and tighter by the second. Cutting off her airway in choked cries.

"Cum. Now."

She cried out, hands scrambling above her head. Not ready so soon. Writhing under him, her body tightened and released over and over. Pleasure so terrible it clawed inside her, ripping and ripping.

He thrust harder into her. The vice grip clenches of her walls demanding him to release. To fill her. But he didn't.

"Beg. Beg me to finish."

She didn't think he would. The overstimulation nearly unbearable, pushing higher and higher into another release. She hoped he wouldn't.

"Please. It's too much." She cried.

"Oh, is it?" He laughed. "I think you're lying."

"I want you to cum. I need it." She urged, body tightening again. Another orgasm poised on his word.

"Hm, you are being so good for me. Such a soft toy for me to fuck."

She buckled down into herself. Nearly cumming again.

"Did I say you could cum?" He growled.

"No, saer."

She had never been a truly willing participant in this kind of game before. It was making her delirious to respond to his demands like this.

"Beg."

"Please!"

"Again. Louder."

"Please cum Astarion!"

At the call of his name, he finally unraveled behind her.

He stifled his cry in his throat. Tremoring into the chopped thrusts he forced into her. Fingertips digging painful into her hips. Breathing in hard gasps that bordered on whimpers through the bite of his lip. Filling her to her brim, running river down the back of her thighs. Her own cum soaked along his.

And still he thrusted. His vampiric stamina a terribly powerful force.

"Are you going to cum again?" His voice almost sweet against her back.

She nodded. Eyes tightly clenched. Well beyond words.

"Good girl. You've been so sweet to me tonight."

His hand rose under her to press the pads of his fingers into her clit.

"Cum for me."

She buckled again. Curling her head in, body tensing up into a bow. His fingers pressing tight perfect circles, his cock sliding slow into the place that undid her. Orgasm pulling her apart. Breaking her down to her crude materials. Nearly blacking out while his lips grazed her shoulder in soft kisses.

It released her in a heap on the ground. Gasping out.

His fangs punctured her shoulder, supping slowly. Humming out his pleasure. Hand sliding under her chest to brace her along her sternum.

"You taste divine like this." He murmured. Licking up her sweat with the blood that trickled down her back. "So delicious. How are you so delicious?"

"I do have other qualities than a meal."

"Oh, I know. You're pretty terrifying. Especially like this."

He lifted under her waist and let her drop limp again.

"I should kill you."

"I don't think you can right now. But I encourage you to try." He laughed.

She twisted and caught him around the shoulders. Pulling him down to her chest. Cupping the back of his head to her.

"I could smother you."

"Oh, do go on."

She carded her fingers through his hair. Still damp with sweat. His body settled weight on her.

"I could snap your neck with my thighs."

"I'd love that. A dream of mine."

His hands slid under her, cupping her shoulder blades. Turning his head against her breast. His lashes tickled as they closed.

"I still have a stake nearby."

"Do you? What about holy water?"

His voice started to drift. Legs gently woven in hers. Body loosened into her.

"I'll drink some tomorrow."

"Oh, that'll burn."

His voice a hush. Falling away. Sleep sliding along him in waves.

"I'm proud of you." She whispered into the crown of his head, just as he fell to sleep. "I'm so proud of you, Astarion."

His breath the even tide of deep rest. Tears dripped so gentle onto her clavicle.

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[parvulous-writings]

Oooh, I have a request idea!! How about Gale, Halsin, Astarion and Wyll or Karlach (if that's not too many ;-;) with a modern S/O from our world that makes them try a bunch of food from this dimension. I'd love to see their reaction to trying Soda or other Carbonated Beverages, and naturally seeing everyone's reaction to canned food - especially the kind that stays in the exact shape of the can even after you dump it into a bowl 🤣

Just imagine giving them this bad boy and being like "Bon appetit!" :D

I like to think they'd be horrified 🥰 Thank you so much !!

Summary: I do love me a little whimsical AU, I can't lie - so this MAY go into the realms of silly, but you know what? It's going to be fun! It also may be a bit all over the place... but you know what I think it fits XD The scenario is kinda the same for all of them - I hope that's okay!

Warnings: Some are a bit shorter/longer than others! Other than that... I don't think there's anything!

Notes:  My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too!

Gale

Out of everyone, Gale would probably be the most at-ease with you coming from another realm - he finds it absolutely fascinating.

He's asking questions all the time - is there magic in your universe? No?? What do you do, then??

You tell him about technology, and he is hooked. You start talking about electricity and immediately he's taking notes (mental or physical).

"I think I might actually have something you can try, Gale" you pull out of your pack a can of Coke (that somehow had survived the trip), and a tin of cranberry sauce that you had hoped to take home, before being whisked away to the land of Faerun. You offer him the can, and he just stares at it for a moment, observing it.

"And... what is this, exactly?" "It's a drink." "I fail to see how-" click "... Ah"

Isn't sure how the bubbles feel on his tongue - he almost spits out the drink the first mouthful he has. Doesn't mind the taste itself though - he would probably drink it flat, if he had the choice to.

"It's... Nice..." He seems mildly uncertain of this statement. "Though, I think I will stick to wine, and water..."

You telling him you can preserve food in metal near indefinitely? Pure 'teach me' moment. He will want to know EVERY secret on that front.

The tin of sauce confuses him. You tell him that it's sauce and he's eager to taste it - he's always on the look out for new flavours, as the self-declared cook in camp. Fish and potatoes can only keep you going for so long, until your tongue starts craving a new flavour.

When you present the unchanging... thing to him, he has no idea what to make of it. "That's... Not sauce. In fact, I don't even think that's edible - that looks like a health hazard."

He straight up refuses to use it that night, like he will not go near it, nor will he let it near the food.

Halsin

Halsin doesn't really talk about you being from another realm all that much - it doesn't overly concern him, now that you've got his trust.

He likes hearing stories of your life -even though you have to explain 90% of what you talk about to him, he's always eagerly listening to whatever you have to say.

Will not touch anything in a can - drink or otherwise.

"I... Do not feel right in trying this... my apologies."

You will not be able to convince him, whatever you try and do, he just... Doesn't want to listen to anything about that. If you keep trying to push him on the subject, he'll probably end up just walking away.

Though he's aware that preserving foods is probably a good idea for the long run, but after having heard the fizz from the can of coke? That's... A no go, for the time being.

Astarion

Astarion couldn't care less where you came from - so long as you're not going to stab him in the back, he's fine with you. You could be a crawling claw for all he cares - so long as you don't hurt him he really does not care.

Astarion doesn't typically eat anything other than his usual sanguine meals now that his affliction is out in the camp. This doesn't stop him from making snide comments on the food, though. And he makes especially snide comments when it comes to drinks - which he still partakes in quite happily.

"What do you mean... Fizzy?" His lips draw up slightly in a half-sneer, not being particularly drawn to the idea of... Whatever it was you were offering him. Though, he supposed, because it was you... He'd give it a go.

He manages to keep the beverage in his mouth after a sip, but the face he makes is beyond a grimace - clearly, he was not expecting that many bubbles.

Now when it came to the tinned sauce - or any tinned food for that matter... He'll simply laugh. "Now, I know we're short on supplies, darling, but... I don't think you'll get anyone to eat that." "Let me put it this way... If something like that was for my meal, I'd be running for the hills! ... And probably washing my mouth out with soap..."

"I am so glad I do not have to pretend I'm eating with you... Because that-" He points emphatically to the can-shaped food. "Would not, and will not, be going anywhere near my lips!"

Wyll

Wyll is curious about the realm you come from, but doesn't normally pry. He figures that, if you're going to reveal anything about your home land, you'll do it in your own time, when you're comfortable. If you start talking about your home and your life, Wyll will do the same, to show that he's not taking the conversation for granted.

Wyll actually LIKES carbonated beverages. He savours the feel on his tongue - it's like nothing else he's ever had before, and he's instantly wanting more. If you ever do figure out the realm-hopping thing, you'll have to bring him some more - possibly some different brands or flavours for him to try.

"So... These beverages... They can... Taste of flowers, and other delightful things?" Wyll hums pleasantly at this thought. "Well, I know we have... Similar things, here in Faerun, but I am most intrigued on your realms' flavours... As pleasant as it all can be, you can only handle so much of the same..."

Though canned food doesn't.... Really seem appealing to him, he'll still give it a good try! He's down to try any food at least once.

He's not keen on the appearance of the cranberry sauce, but he has some with some turkey you've roasted, and he's in love with the taste. Sure, the appearance could use some work, but beggars can't always be choosers - at least it tasted delicious!

Absolutely LOVES tinned vegetables. He's not sure why - he knows they've got a very different taste and texture to their fresher counterpart, but... There's just something about them that he can't get enough of. Tinned carrots especially.

If you give him the chance - and Gale for once isn't trying to make dinner - Wyll will try and find a way to include tinned foods. He will get everyone to like them, he's certain of it.

Karlach

Karlach LOVES hearing anything and everything about your home realm - from the mundane to the even mundane-r. You have a special tub to bathe in, not made from wood? And it has running water, like a river, that you can control?? That's one of the coolest things Karlach has heard of - and she longs for a way to try and bring that kind of plumbing to Faerun.

Karlach isn't fussed on the Coke can you offer her - she'll drink it, for sure, but if there's the option of another drink, then she'll probably opt for that first. Purely for the reason that it's a relatively new sensation compared to the other kinds of fizzy found in drinks across Faerun.

Like, fermentation has a kick, but in comparison, carbonation is a roar, that Karlach needs a little adjusting to - she has the best reaction out of the lot of them, I think.

"Whoo- that's... Hah, that's something, soldier... And how often do you drink this? Once a day? ... Several? Several cans of this a day?" She laughs quietly, shaking her head. "You're braver than me at some things, soldier."

However, when it comes to tinned food... She loves it. She's not even sure why - perhaps it's just the fact that she loves food. You show her the sauce first, and she doesn't even bat an eye at the fact that the sauce had retained the shape of the can. She sniffs at it, before just picking it up and taking a bite.

"A little sharp... But not bad!" Another bite. "You're meant to eat that with meat, Karlach," "Huh? .... Ah, well - still tastes good like this!"

She's not as fond of tinned veggies, but she'll still eat them. Normally dinner will now start with. "Aw, what? Don't we have anymore of that red stuff?"

[starryriize]

— ✧ • ˳೫˚ part of my valentine event!

೫ pairing: bf!wonbin and gf!reader

೫ summary: you and wonbin spend the entire night making pizzas

೫ genre/word count: really fluffy and cute! 761 words!

೫ author’s notes: stop i love this sm 😭 this is peak love to me fr :(( making food esp pizza >>>> (why do i feel like i could’ve made this so much better fr)

The smell of rosemary and thyme mixed with the aroma of fresh dough filled the entire kitchen,  reminding you of your childhood in your grandma’s home. The idea of making pizza was your boyfriend’s, so he called your dad to ask for his iconic family recipe. He’d given Wonbin the list of ingredients, emphasizing over the phone that he could not forget the most important ingredient: love. “I once made pizza without love and it tasted terrible! So, don’t forget it!” Your dad’s enthusiastic voice echoed in Wonbin’s mind. Perfect for Valentine’s Day, he thought to himself. 

“Y/n! Could you get the flour too, please?” You poke your head out from the pantry, hands filled with various herbs, spices, and of course, tomato sauce. You laugh, putting the ingredients on the countertop. "Sure, love." Flashing a smile at you, he thanks you, carefully adding the flour in. He gestures for you to come next to him, holding his dough-covered hand out for you to grab. You giggle, taking his hand, eyes flicking upward at his face. Removing his hand from yours, he wraps both his arms around your waist, lightly lifting you to sit atop the counter. After placing you down, he goes back to the dough, kneading it lightly.

Turning to look at the dough, you notice the marinara sauce jar is open. So, impulsively, you reach down, dipping your finger in the sauce and wiping it on your lips. "Look honey, do you like my new lipstick?" You wiggle your eyebrows at him, excitedly pointing at your lips. Wonbin lets go of the dough ball, turning to look at you. Throwing his head back in laughter, he leans over, staring at you intently. His eyes flick from your eyes to your marinara sauce-covered lips, resisting the urge to kiss the sauce off of you.

"Yes. It's a pretty red on you." Wonbin softly whispers, leaning in and giving in to his urge to kiss you. It was a soft kiss, like something out of a movie scene. It was in this moment, as he pulled away, that he knew. You were his future. Smiling, he says, “I need to finish the pizza, love. The dough has to prove for an hour or so.” You feel the heat on your cheeks rising as a small smile grows on your face.

Atop the countertop, you had the opportunity to admire your boyfriend as he focused on slicing mozzarella cheese. Taking a small piece, you bring it up to his mouth. Knowing what you wanted, he opened his mouth, letting you feed him tiny pieces of the cheese on the cutting board. “Mmphm-,” he paused, chewing before continuing, “you do realize that I have to use these for the pizza, right love?” You giggle mischievously, flashing a threatening smirk at him. You knew you didn’t look threatening, not with the flour all over you and the residue of dough on your face and shirt.

“You’re not scary, y/n.” He rolls his eyes, pressing a soft kiss on the crown of your head before turning to the dough, carefully removing it from the proving bowl. It smelled amazing, just like how your dad told him. He must’ve made it with love, you think quietly to yourself.

Grabbing two rolling pins, he divides the dough into equal portions, handing you a portion to make into your own heart pizza. “Could you pass me some oil, please?” He nods, momentarily pausing, rolling out his pizza to pass you the oil. He watches in admiration and pure love as you spread oil on the pan itself as well as the bottom of the pizza dough. Taking your hands, you carefully shape the edges and creases, forming it into a medium sized heart.

“I love you.” He whispers out, surprised by how soft his voice sounded even though it was just the two of you in your shared apartment. You giggle, sighing softly, replying, “I love you more.” He smiles, continuing to make his dough look more heart shaped, quietly spreading the sauce and adding some shredded cheese. You put the mozzarella that you’d previously been feeding to your boyfriend, onto your own pizza.

Handing the pizza to your boyfriend, you can watch eagerly as he puts them both in the oven, asking for a 45 minute timer from Siri. The two of you shared more kisses and soft laughter that night as you enjoyed the pizzas you’d both made with love. Your dad was right. Pizza does taste better when it’s made with love.

[thescarletnargacuga]

DON'T BE SUSPICIOUS

A SHOWTIME AND CIRCUS SHENANIGANS ONESHOT

For: @waffle-gal

WARNING: suggestive Jax

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"You wanna do what?" Pomni questioned with a confused look on her face.

Gangle and Ragatha only just now realized how ridiculous their request was, hearing it out loud. Gangle was too afraid to speak up, hunching over and fidgeting with her hands. A bright pink blush of embarrassment colored her cheeks.

Ragatha found it hard to meet Pomni's gaze as well, but found the courage to ask again. "We, uh, would like to...follow you...on your date with Caine. We want to make sure everything goes well. Girls support girls."

Pomni crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow. "Are you sure it's not to live vicariously through me? ...or Caine?"

"....maybe a little." Ragatha stared at the floor. "Can we come? We promise we won't get in the way. You won't even know we're there."

Pomni thought for a moment, taking in the adorable duo. She sighed. "Alright, but I'm telling Caine that it's a double date. I don't know how else I'm going to sneak you two through the portal."

Ragatha and Gangle perked up immediately. "Yay! Thank you, Pomni!" Ragatha clapped.

Pomni shook her head with a smile. "You got lucky this time. We're going bowling, so it'll be pretty casual."

"Ooooh, bowling sounds fun! Like Ragatha said, we won't be in the way." Gangle bounced with excitement.

No sooner had the girls come to an agreement, Caine popped in next to Pomni. "Who's ready for a date!!" Heart shaped confetti fluttered to the ground around him.

"I certainly am!" Pomni matched his energy for once. "And so are they!"

"Huh? Oh! Hello, Ragatha, Gangle. Sorry, didn't see you there." They were standing maybe three feet away.

"I hope you don't mind, but I invited Ragatha and Gangle on a double date. They really want to go bowling." Pomni took his hand; an excellent move to get him on her side.

"Not at all! The bowling alley is big enough for everyone! Let's go strike some pins!" Caine snapped his fingers and the signature multicolor portal appeared to transport them to the new world.

All four filed through the portal, but before it closed, a fifth fast moving figure dove through.

Pomni, Gangle and Ragatha shared smiles and gasps of wonder at the blacklight bowling alley. Loud music bumped from the speakers, colorful disco lights flashed over the alleys, glow in the dark bowling balls sat in racks, there was an arcade and a concession stand. The smell of cheap pizza and floor wax was an oddly good combination.

While the others were distracted, the unseen figure ducked behind the shoe exchange counter.

"Caine! This is perfect!" Pomni praised and shook his arm.

Caine felt so rosy every time she approved of one of his creations. "I have you to thank. Your description and attention to detail went a long way. So, really, this is yours." He placed her hand on his chest, where a heart would be.

"Awww...." Gangle couldn't help herself. She flustered when Caine and Pomni looked at her together. "Sorry! I'm gonna...go over there, ehe..." She slinked away to the arcade section.

"I'll go with her. She's my date." Ragatha laughed awkwardly, giving Caine and Pomni some finger guns as she side-stepped away. She rushed to Gangle once Caine and Pomni turned away from her. "What was that!?" She whispered harshly.

"I'm sorry!" Gangle whisper-shouted back. "It was involuntarily! They're too cute!"

"I know, but get a hold of yourself! We promised we wouldn't make things weird." Ragatha looked over her shoulder, Caine and Pomni were setting up a lane and getting ready to bowl. "Maybe we just hang out here and play some arcade games for a bit. Give them space."

"Good idea." Gangle examined the contents of a claw machine when a blur of purple in her reflection got her attention. She turned to see two long rabbit ears sneaking along the clerk side of the shoe counter.

Gangle clapped her hands over her mouth before she gasped too loud. She urgently poked Ragatha. "Rags! Rags!"

"What? What is it?"

"Look!!" Gangle hissed in a hushed tone, pointing at the counter.

Ragatha gasped. "What's he doing here!?" She watched the rabbit ears circle around the corner to the concession. "Whatever he's here for can't be anything good. Come on." She kept an eye on Caine and Pomni as she quickly and quietly crossed the room to the counter.

Gangle followed Ragatha closely, bumping into her when she stopped suddenly. Her comedy mask almost came loose. She held in place in a panic, sighing with relief when it stayed put.

Ragatha carefully peeked, staying out of sight, to see Jax rummaging through the kitchen. The NPC manning the concession stood lifelessly at the register. "Okay, on three, we get him! 1...2...3!!"

"Wait, wha-" Gangle just finished adjusting her mask when Ragatha jumped Jax.

Ragatha put a hand over Jax's mouth and wrapped her other arm around his neck. Jax struggled, kicking the metal tables and making kitchen utensils fall to the floor with loud clatters.

Caine and Pomni looked up from their bowling, towards the concessions. The faceless NPC just stood there, staring back. Caine rolled his eyes, they literally rolled around his bottom jaw. "I really need to work on the collision physics of non-action objects. An errant breeze could send a spoon through the wall."

"Let's hope we still have ten pins by the end of the game." Pomni teased.

"Hey, my bowling physics are quite adept, thank you very much." He bumped Pomni playfully with his elbow before stepping up to bowl.

Ragatha struggled with Jax, focusing on keeping him quiet. "Gangle! Help me!" She kept her voice down as best she could.

Gangle tried to restrain Jax, but he bit Ragatha, forcing her to let go and he got away. Jax scrambled to the other side of a metal table and glared at the girls. "What was that about!?"

"SHHHHH!!" Ragatha and Gangle shushed simultaneously. Gangle looked back to see if Pomni or Caine noticed, but the music was drowning them out as long as they didn't talk too loud.

"You can't be here, Jax!" Ragatha stomped her foot. "This is a date! You weren't invited!"

"Neither were you." Jax sneered. "From what I heard, you had to beg Pomni to let you come. How pathetic."

Ragatha flustered angrily. "You were eavesdropping!? Why are you even here!?"

"To have fun." Jax grinned mischievously. "How much you wanna bet you can't stop me from ruining their precious date and frame it all on you."

Ragatha gasped. "You can't do that!"

"Watch me, Dollface." Jax smashed a button on the pizza oven, activating it.

Ragatha rushed around the table to stop whatever the oven was doing. Jax vaulted over the table and left the kitchen. Gangle stood stunned with indecision on what to do. The concession NPC scratched it's face idly.

"Go after him! I got the oven!" Ragatha panicked, trying to figure out the controls.

Gangle ran after Jax. He was at a bowling ball rack, pulling off a couple of ten pounders when he saw her. He swung a bowling ball at her, hitting her in the middle and rolling away with her ribbons tangled around it. He laughed as she rolled away down a bowling alley, hitting the pins and knocking down all but one.

Jax groaned. "You can't get a strike even as the ball!" He ducked out of sight when Caine and Pomni looked around.

"Was that...Gangle?" Pomni questioned.

"I guess she really gets into the game." Caine laughed at his own pun.

Pomni smiled but kept looking for her friends. She saw Ragatha fussing with the oven in the concessions. "Hey! You good back there?"

Ragatha spun around, almost trying to hide the commercial oven behind her. "EVERYTHING IS FINE! JUST GETTING A SNACK!"

"Okay..." Pomni shrugged and took her turn bowling.

Ragatha mashed random buttons on the oven. It started making beeping and whooping and whirring noises, then a pizza with random toppings flew out of it. The pizza smacked the NPC in the back of the head, who did not react, and it fell to the floor with a wet splat.

"I hate this job..." The NPC grumbled, not moving from the register.

"Sorry!" Ragatha whimpered and continued trying to stop the oven, only for it to spit out more hot pizza at her.

Gangle rolled up inside the ball return, dizzy from her trip down the alley. She untangled herself and collapsed the floor, the world still spinning in the wrong direction. The sound of breaking porcelain snapped her straight real quick. "Oh no! No, no!" She teared up, staring down at her broken comedy mask.

Jax giggled maliciously to himself as he quietly scampered from behind one table to the next, careful of his height. He watches Ragatha dodge another flying pizza, it sailed over the concession counter and flopped on a chair. He frowned when he saw Caine and Pomni were too lost in each other to notice the kitchen carnage. "Ugh. Lovebirds make me sick."

Ragatha finally got the oven to stop when she yanked the power cord out of the wall. She had sauce and hot cheese dripping from her dress. "You!" She pointed to the NPC, who didn't react. "Why didn't you help me!? Your oven was going crazy!"

"I get paid to serve pizza, not stop the oven from making pizza." The NPC droned.

Ragatha unintelligibly grumbled, scraping pizza from her hair and snuck away from the mess. "Where is he- oh my god!" She saw Jax working his way into the ceiling. She stealth sprinted over to him and grabbed his legs.

Jax slipped a little but held on to the ceiling access. "Let go!" He tried kicking her off.

"Get down!" Ragatha snapped back, clamping tighter to his legs.

Jax hoisted himself and Ragatha up by using only his arms. They both disappeared into the ceiling.

Gangle's lip quivered as she collected her mask pieces. She didn't notice Pomni looking at her.

"Gangle? Everything all right?"

"I'm fine!" Gangle squeaked and ran to the bathroom.

Pomni looked after Gangle quizzically. "Maybe I'm paranoid, but do they seem a bit... Out of it?"

"Honestly, I haven't noticed that much of a difference. Humans are strange, and I have accepted the fact that I may never fully understand them." Caine double checked his score.

"Fair enough. I'm a human and I don't understand either. I just hope they're not bored. I haven't seen them do any actual bowling."

~

Jax and Ragatha wrestled in the ceiling, rolling and banging into cables and pipes. "I'm not going to let you meddle!" Ragatha squished Jax's face against a support beam.

"Watch it, Dollface, you're really trash talking now!" Jax laughed, rolling over her and pushing her against a vent. "Maybe," He panted. "You wanted me to yourself. Is that what this is about?"

Ragatha's face turned red in record time. The heat of the drop ceiling added to her color. "No! You disgusting, vile, evil rabbit!"

"Keep sucking, Ragatha. I'm about to come." He grinned at his own double entendre.

She kicked him away from her. "Screw you!"

"You wish!" Jax cackled as he crawled away from her in the direction he thought Caine and Pomni were in.

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I- UUUUUGH!!" Ragatha crawled after him with haste.

~

Gangle tried to put her mask back together, but it was no use. She'd have to ask Caine for help. She planned on staying in the bathroom until the end of the date to spare Caine and Pomni from having to look at her tragic face.

Banging and shouting from the ceiling above her got her attention. The ceiling started to buckle and crack from the people above tackling one another. She dove out of the way as the ceiling collapsed, dust flew as insulation and inner workings fell to her floor with Jax and Ragatha.

~

Caine and Pomni jumped at the crashing sound coming from the bathroom. Caine snapped his fingers and the music stopped. They could clearly hear shouting and sounds of a struggle behind the women's bathroom door.

"....maybe you should check on Gangle." Caine said slowly.

"Yeah..." Pomni set down her bowling ball.

~

Gangle jumped into the fray with Ragatha, wrapping herself around Jax, finally restraining him. The girls panicked when the door started to open.

"Gangle? Are you sure you're-"

WHAM! Ragatha body slammed the door shut, hitting Pomni in the face suddenly and knocking her off her feet.

"Sorry! Don't come in here!" Gangle shouted. "Uh, I just had some pizza that really didn't agree with me!"

Pomni rubbed her face. "Are you sure? It sounds like you're literally fighting your demons in there."

"It was REALLY bad pizza! Go back to your date! Don't worry about me!"

~

Pomni hesitantly went back to Caine. "She's fine, I think?"

"Alrighty then." Caine snapped his fingers and the music resumed.

~

Ragatha peeked and sighed. "She bought it. Barely."

"How are we going to get him out of here!?" Gangle's ribbons tightened around a struggling Jax. Ribbons were wound around his limbs and torso and he was muffled by her mask in front of his face.

"Very carefully. Can you puppeteer him?"

"I can try, but he's putting up a really good fight." Gangle strained, but managed to get Jax to stand upright. His body jerked and threw it's limbs in random directions as Gangle struggled to keep him under control. He staggered in place as though he just got off a tilt-o-whirl.

"Okay, come on." Ragatha held the door for Gangle, keeping an eye on the bowling couple.

Gangle made Jax take a step, then another unsteady step, then another. She banged her head, and subsequently Jax's, against the door frame. "Ow." She whined.

"Careful." Ragatha put her hands on Jax's back, in an attempt to steady his inebriated-like walk.

They only got a few steps towards the entrance when Caine started turning around. Ragatha shoved Jax/Gangle to the ground, out of sight behind a table. She smiled innocently at Caine.

"Enjoying yourself, Ragatha?"

"Oh, yes! And Gangle should be feeling better soon. I just checked on her."

"That's great, it's a shame to get sick on a date. Honestly, I didn't even know you two had a thing for each other. That's wonderful to hear."

"Oh, uh, yeah, we've- uh...been talking for awhile, figured maybe we could give dating a try." Regatha could feel the cartoon sweat down her neck.

Gangle/Jax tried to make progress towards the door on the ground, limbs twitching every few seconds.

"Well, If you're ever in need of a venue, just ask!" Caine winks.

"Thanks! I'll uh, keep that in mind." Ragatha was relieved that Caine's turn came up to bowl and she scuddled away before Pomni could ask her questions.

Ragatha grabbed Jax by the arm and helped drag him to the entrance. "Okay! Are you ready, Gangle?" She helped them stand and opened the front door. A portal back to the circus formed in the door frame.

"Yeah, I'll let him go with the count of three, and you push him through!" She winked at Ragatha. "1....2- NOW!" She unraveled herself from Jax.

Ragatha hadn't caught on to what the wink meant and was late to push Jax out. He braced himself in the door, chest skimming the portal. "You [%$!#]es can't get rid of me that easily!"

"You're not as tough as you think you are!" Gangle pried at Jax's fingers, forcing him to let go. He fell face first through the portal and Ragatha slammed the door shut.

The girls were a mess. Ragatha was covered in pizza pits and ceiling dust. Gangle was frayed from fighting with Jax and her comedy mask was long gone. They sat at a table closest to the entrance and waited silently for Pomni and Caine to finish their date.

~

Roughly an hour later, the Circus's favorite couple decided they had enough bowling. Ragatha was face down on the table. Gangle was still trying to re-curl her ribbons.

"What happened to you two??" Pomni couldn't believe how disheveled her friends were.

Caine arched his upper jaw. This wasn't normal?

"Pizza oven got a little feisty." Ragatha said, muffled against the table.

"Like it said...bad pizza." Gangle added.

[dem-obscure-imagines]

Merry Christmas, Darling

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Fandom: X-Men

Summary: The Holidays are in full swing at the X Mansion, and as always, you are tasked with helping run the place. But things are a lot less dull with a certain winged mutant around.

Note: Christmas wouldn’t be complete without my favorite tree topper <3 Enjoy, friends.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.3k

Reader Is: Gender Neutral!

It was cookie season in the X Mansion. You and some of the other older students were in charge of overseeing what was always an absolute mess. It would be fun, you were sure, but a mess nonetheless. Already, the counters were covered in frosting, sprinkles, and flour.

“You’ve got something on your face, (Y/N).” Scott pointed out, motioning first to your cheek, but then realizing it was a broader problem.

“Yeah, and you’ve got frosting on your shirt. I’m gonna take care of it later.” You chuckled, rolling out another slab of sugar cookie dough so three of the younger girls could stamp shapes into it before you expertly transferred them to a pan to be baked.

Charles was really big on the Cookie Project, as he so called it. The students always baked hundreds of cookies for the holiday season. Some would be sent home with those returning to their families for the holidays, some would be kept at the mansion and enjoyed by the remaining students and staff, and the rest he delivered to children’s hospitals in the area.

You noticed Jean and Warren standing at the edge of the room. She offered him some quiet encouragement before sending him into the room, her eyes landing right on you. Ah yes, Warren Worthington. Most called him Angel. Some called him the Angel of Death, which never seemed to help his demeanor. He’d worked with Apocalypse earlier that year and had wound up in the care of the Professor after nearly dying in the fight at Cairo. His wings were back to normal, reverted to the feathers they had been originally, but he still frowned a lot. Him daring to come into the kitchen at all surprised you.

“Hey, um…Jean said I could help today?” He said, green eyes locked on the counter in front of you. The three little girls at your station stared at him. It came out of his mouth like it was a line he’d rehearsed. And he seemed nervous about it.

“Yeah, of course.” You nodded, offering a smile. You motioned him closer and handed him an extra rolling pin just as Ororo handed you another bowl of cookie dough, freshly mixed at her station. “So I’m helping with the sugar cookies if you want to join me. It’s really easy. Just roll out the dough and then these three little gremlins get to cut shapes into them.”

“Oh. Okay.” He nodded, following your lead, his hands hesitant, movements slow. You began to wonder if he’d ever made cookies before. The answer seemed to be no, as he clumsily rolled out the dough.

He looked up, meeting your eyes for a moment before his cheeks burned red and he set the roller down. “Sorry, I’m not very good at this.”

“No, you’re doing fine.” You encouraged. “You really can’t mess it up, I promise. Even if it’s rolled out too thin, you can just ball it up and try again.”

“Mmm.” Warren nodded, taking your advice and giving it another go.

You both got back to it, rolling out several trays worth of tree-shaped cookies before watching them go off to the oven. You wiped the sweat from your brow, leaning against the counter. He stood there, unsure of what to do and looked to you for the answer.

“We have to wait until they’re done baking and then you can either help out with frosting and sprinkles, or be done for the day. Up to you.”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Is the frosting hard?”

“Nope. Doesn’t matter what they look like; they’ll all taste the same. The imperfections give them that…charm this place is so well-known for. Hand-made by some darling mutant children.”

“Well that’s one way to put it.” He chuckled, quiet for a long moment before smiling for what you were positive was the first time since he’d set foot on campus, and then said, “Thank you. For today. I’m glad I came down here.”

“Of course, Warren. It’s Christmas. And like it or not, you’re part of our messed up little family now.”

***

A year had passed since that day, the first time Warren had begun to open up since he’d joined the rest of you at Xavier’s. It was once again the holiday season, but Cookie Day had already come and gone. Instead, you were helping Kurt with the decorations. You had powers over plants, which meant it was easy to grow your own. They were all sitting in several large baskets throughout the common room, filling the room with that fresh evergreen aroma.

You were up on a stepladder, using a stapler to attach your pine garland to the doorways.

“Coming through!” Peter shouted, jostling your ladder as he ran past and sending you tumbling…right into Warren’s arms.

“Hey, Angel.” You grinned as he straightened you up onto your feet. “Perfect timing as always.”

“Funny meeting you here.” He quipped. “I was told you needed help?”

Kurt appeared beside him in a puff of smoke, holding the tree topper, a glittering golden star and pointing up, up, up at the top of the twenty-foot tall tree. “Would you mind putting this up there?”

Warren laughed. “Of course.” He took the topper from Kurt and slipped off his trench coat, spreading his magnificent wings to their full wingspan. You couldn’t help but swoon a little bit. They were impressive, to say the very least. He was impressive.

With a few flaps of his wings, Warren rose to the top of the tree, gently nestling the topper among the branches.

“Are you the tree topper this year, Worthington?” Peter quipped, a cookie in his hand.

“Shut it, Maximoff.” Warren laughed, touching down in front of where you stood, starry-eyed and rosy-cheeked. He met your eyes and his smile softened, eyes sparkling in the flickering fire light. “I’ll go grab us some.”

“O-okay.” You nodded, breath shuddering as you reached for the next decoration.

“Careful there, (L/N), you’re gonna start sprouting mistletoe.” Peter sped over and whispered it right in your ear, zipping away before you could hit him.

Kurt laughed before teleporting away, leaving just you and Warren in the foyer, as he emerged with two cookies. He was already biting the tip of the first tree off, handing you the second.

“So they still haven’t figured it out?” Warren asked, arm cresting around your waist and tugging you closer.

“Not as far as I know. But, you know, our teammates have never been the most…observant.” You grinned, pressing the tip of your nose to his before kissing the frosting from the corner of his lips.

You set down your cookies on the side table, your free arm rising to rest on his shoulder until he took your hand and spun you around in time to the soft music playing from Charles’ record player. He pulled you back into his chest, wings wrapping around you out of what he could only describe as instinct.

He chuckled at it, those wings of his. They seemed to have a mind of their own sometimes.

“What?” You asked, voice no higher than a whisper.

“Nothing, I just…” He glanced up and more laughter bubbled from his perfect pink lips. “Mistletoe.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Look.” He urged, looking up at the perfect strand that was winding all the way from one of your pine garlands, up the ceiling, and hanging down from the chandelier. “You know, if you want to kiss me that bad, you can just ask.”

“Oh, hush.” You shook your head, eyes fluttering shut as you closed the distance between the two of you, his lips pink and plush and soft. “Merry Christmas.” He raised a hand to your cheek, warm thumb stroking your cheekbone before he murmured, leaning in for another kiss, “Merry Christmas, darling.”

[littlejuicebox]

Baking Cookies

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader/Tav Summary/Setting: First winter post-BG3 / You and Astarion live together and you’re trying to introduce him to “normal” traditions and things he may not have experienced before. Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / Holiday fluff / Sexual references / Maybe some mild in game spoilers Word Count: 1K Notes: This is 1/5 "Days of Star-mas!" Tried to keep this GN but please lmk if you caught something! :)

I'm also entering this into the #BG3HolidayFluffle23 challenge under the prompt "holiday spirit."

Click here to see my master list.

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“Darling, this entire thing seems to be quite the mess.” Astarion huffs, flicking his gaze over the bowls, trays, baking goods, and various accoutrements strewn across the counter.

“Well, my love, that’s kind of the point! To make a mess and have a bit of fun. It’s nothing we can’t clean up.” You respond, giving the rogue a small smile and a good-natured eye roll, “Now what’s next?”

You two are in the kitchen, the delicious smells of cinnamon and nutmeg wafting through the air. Astarion is leaning over the kitchen counter and returns to reading the baking instructions aloud to you as you knead the spiced cookie dough in your hands.

“After kneading, shape the dough to ready for baking. Well… how on earth are we supposed to shape it? That’s not very specific.” The vampire murmurs with an irritated huff, nose wrinkling in frustration. He really wasn’t thrilled about participating in this new Midwinter tradition of baking treats for all your friends, but you’d managed to convince him with a heavy dose of eyelash batting and a little bit of whining.

You giggle as you take the spiced dough from the bowl and begin rolling it out with a pin, sprinkling flour about the counter as you work. You nod your head at the gingerbread molds you purchased from the market earlier this week. “With the cookie molds, my love. Or we can twist the dough with our hands… you’ll see.”

Soon enough, you’ve put Astarion to work cutting out gingerbread cookies and placing them on the baking trays while you’re twisting your portion of the dough into shapes. You watch the rogue as he works, quite intently, on forming the little beings. He’d decided to give a few of the cookies horns and tails, of course, and you’d been thrilled to see him getting into the holiday spirit in his own way, so you allowed his artistic liberties.

“That one looks like Karlach!” You exclaim, as you see Astarion pressing horns and a tail onto a gingerbread form that he’s also given massive biceps.

“Exactly the point, my dear.” Astarion grins, as he places cookie-Karlach onto the final open spot in his tray. “And this one is Gale.” He gestures to a cookie cutout he’s pulled slightly to make it taller and thinner, holding a twisted staff in its hand.

You chuckle, and having just finished your own tray, take the cookies and place them in the oven to bake. As you turn back to your love, he’s holding his hand out to you and beckoning you closer to him. You quickly oblige.

“You’ve got a bit of sugar and spice on your face, darling.” Astarion whispers, moving to kiss your cheek. His tongue laps at the powder before he aims to kiss your lips and you’re enveloped in the sweet taste of sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, and him. The rogue grins mischievously, pulling back to look at you, white eyebrow cocked. “Hmm… looks like there might be some powder behind your ear and down your neck, as well.”

You roll your eyes at the vampire and his obvious lie as he moves to nibble your earlobe and then swirl his tongue behind it before trailing tiny kisses down your neck. When he pulls back again to admire you with scarlet eyes, you’re completely flushed.

“Are you satisfied with your little game now, my Star?” You ask, trying your best to chide the vampire and hide your smile.

Astarion turns toward the counter, and before you realize what he’s doing, he’s already dipped his long fingers into the remnants of the cookie spice mixture and turned back to you. He quickly drags his powder-coated hands down your neck, past the exposed parts of your chest, and across your arms. You’re covered in the sweet particles and staring at him, mouth open, brimming with shocked incredulity. He grins impishly and places a small boop of powder on your nose before you catch his hand in your own, scrunching your face at the rogue.

The vampire steps forward with a good-natured chuckle to kiss the spices off your nose before wrapping you in his arms. “Not satisfied quite yet, darling. And we have a bit of time to kill while those cookies bake.”

You roll your eyes at your lover, but relax your face and smile anyway, content to join the pale elf in his little game. “Hmm… I wonder what we could do with that time, my love.”

Astarion hums, feigning thinking, as his lips wander to your neck and his tongue drags a sticky trail of saliva and sweeteners back up to your ear. He whispers, voice low and gravelly in that way that makes your knees weak. “I have a few sticky and sweet ideas.”

You two spend the entire time the cookies are in the oven on the kitchen floor, creating quite the mess. Astarion is the one to stop the fun, pulling away from where his lips had been absolutely ravaging your own. “Pardon the interruption, my dear, but I think the cookies are about finished. I can smell them, and I think you might kill me if they burned."

The both of you stand and you peer into the oven. The vampire is correct, and you beam at him, placing a little loving kiss on his bloodhound nose. “That’s a wonderful hidden talent, my Star.”

You carefully remove the trays and place them on the counter to cool, admiring the efforts and handiwork that led to such beautifully browned pastries.

“Hm… those look delectable.” Astarion murmurs, cocking his head to appreciate the cookies before turning to look at you. “But you look even more delectable, my little treat. Now come here to me and let’s finish what we’ve started.”

You eagerly cross the few paces to your lover and Astarion is quickly upon you again, easily pulling you back to the kitchen floor and enveloping you in his love. And as promised, a sticky-sweet, fun mess is soon made all over the kitchen.

[sophrosynesworld]

Nostalgia's Table

I don't know if this is good, I haven't really edited it, so be warned haha.

"I’m so sorry I ran late, you guys. Apparently, villains never take a break for dinner," I apologize, shrugging off my coat as I join my friends. The chill from outside still clings to me, but the warmth radiating from the stoves inside the cozy restaurant makes it much more bearable.

Ochaco stands up from her seat and wraps me in a welcoming hug. "You can sit next to Sero," she says with a warm smile, gesturing to the empty spot beside him. I return her smile and slide into the seat, feeling a sense of relief and comfort in the familiar company.

The table is already covered with plates of food and steaming mugs of hot tea, the rich aroma mingling with the scent of beef and sauces.

"So, how did it go with the villain?" Ochaco asks, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she sips her drink.

I let out a sigh. "It was a tough one. He had this really tricky ability to create illusions, making it a real pain to pin him down. But we finally managed to corner him in an old warehouse. The fight was intense, but we got him."

"Sounds like you had all the fun," Bakugo grumbles, though there's a hint of admiration in his voice.

"Yeah, it wasn't fun at all," I chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck. "The paperwork was the worst part. By the time I finished, my hand felt like it was going to fall off."

Kirishima laughs, a bright, infectious sound. "Well, at least you're here now. We've missed you."

I smile, feeling a warmth that has nothing to do with the stoves. "I've missed you guys too. It's good to be back."

As the night goes on, our drunken conversations flow easily, filled with laughter and stories. We share our recent adventures, joke about our mishaps, and for a little while, the worries of hero work fade into the background.

"Remember that time in our first year when Kaminari short-circuited himself trying to show off?" Kirishima chuckles, shaking his head.

"Oh man, he was out of it for hours," Mina giggles. "Kept asking if he could borrow someone's 'brain waves' to recharge."

"And then there was that one time when Sero's tape got stuck on Principal Nezu's chair," I chime in. "He tried to play it cool, but you could see the panic in his eyes."

"Yeah, and who can forget Deku saving the world a million times," Bakugo smirks, rolling his eyes. "Who has that much beef with a 15-year-old?"

Midoriya, sitting across from us, blushes but laughs along. "Hey, it worked out in the end, didn't it?"

"We were such a mess back then," Momo smiles holding up her bottle of sake. "I can’t believe they let us become pro heroes after all." Sizzling sounds of meat cooking on the grill and the aroma of seasoned beef, pork, and vegetables fill the air.

"Pass me the tongs," Bakugo says, reaching for another slice of marinated beef. "You all remember the first time we did this? Half of you didn't even know how to use the grill."

"Yeah, like that time when Kaminari almost set the place on fire," Kirishima laughs, nudging Kaminari playfully. "You poured way too much oil, dude!"

Kaminari grins sheepishly. "Hey, it was an honest mistake. Plus, it made for a good story!"

The grill sizzles with new additions of meat and vegetables, the table fills with side dishes like kimchi, pickled radish, and bowls of steaming rice.

"And who can forget the time when Uraraka tried to use her Quirk to make the meat float?" I add, grinning. "We ended up with a piece of beef stuck to the ceiling."

Uraraka laughs, covering her face with her hands. "I was just trying to make it more fun! Who knew it would stick like that?"

"Good times," Kirishima says, raising his glass. "We've come a long way from those days, but it's nice to know we can still get together and have fun."

We all raise our glasses, toasting to friendship and the shared memories that have shaped us. The conversation continues with more stories and laughter as we savor the delicious BBQ. Bakugo, despite his tough exterior, expertly grills the meat, ensuring everyone has their fill.

"So, what's next for everyone?" I ask between bites, curious about my friends' plans.

"More hero work, of course," Midoriya replies, his eyes shining with determination. "We've got to keep improving and protecting everyone."

"Maybe we can go to the beach this summer" Todoroki suggests.

With a shared enthusiasm, everyone nods, anticipation already building for the next gathering. Our phones buzz in unison, agencies summoning us. Our gazes dart from one another, ensuring we share the same urgent message.

Phones are stashed in pockets, coats hurriedly donned, and cash tossed onto the counter to settle the bill.

"Ready for a team-up?"