#esp with whip cream

[whippedcreamcookie]

spoilers for next kingdom update

forgot to share this a while ago but LOLL yknow this copium RUNS deep in this fucking brain

[cantofworms]

What do you like to drink in the fall are you a pumpkin spice latte girl

ya usually from Starbucks or this one gas station in my hometown makes the best and cheapest psl ever I miss it sm,, sometimes I’ll get violent apple cider cravings but if I have one sip too many I’ll gag idk why

[softgrungeprophet]

ah yes mr trebek i will take "plot twists ~no one saw coming~ because they don't make sense and are stupid" for $500 lmao

[jupiter-reimagined]

how would you rate a propa british jam scone

uh. so. i dont think ive ever had a scone on its own so i cant say, but that jam and whipped cream combo looks vile and like the messiest eating experience ever. so. 2/10 at least the jam looks like it'd be good tho

[hassanfield]

overcooked my cookie dough im saf

[sehodreams]

oh my god. i hope i’m not bothering u with all this sungchan/riize nonsense it’s just soooo good, this part u did is sooooo good i am dizzy and reeling at eunseok touching your tummy like i can’t even put it into words it’s just soooo😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i really need chubby chasers tall line. this sungchan is so good, i love sungchan being mean<3333 but sungchan, eunseok, and anton being chubby chasers and obsessed with you!!???? please please please.

i love the idea of just being a personal toy for like, all of riize tbh but esp the big boys omg, please i swear i can’t even fathom it but i’ll write a bit about where my head’s at. also omg eunseok holding your tits and saying they’re heavy PLSSS😭😭😭😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i want that so fucking bad.

in this, maybe it’s like reader x her 3 fwbs just so there’s like less possessiveness although i would still think sungchan would be the greediest out of the 3, always seeking you out to pleasure you (and have you pleasure him) because he seems like he’d have a high libido and fuck, he’d be so obsessed with your breasts and your tummy, he’d want to be all over you at all times. the 3 of them would all take care of you so well<333 i’d imagine you’d all live together but like anton would always buy you sweets and snacks, he’d make sure the apartment always had ur favourite treats and if you had a special request for something you could let him know and he’d get it for you immediately, maybe sometimes they’d try to cook for you, but i can’t really see any of them (maybe eunseok) being good at cooking idk if that’s true, but they’d always be down to order takeout!! anton is definitely a titty sucker (so is sungchan) and i feel like if the two of you were just watching a movie or smth or even if eunseok and sungchan were there as well, anton would want to have you in his lap or laying down so he could play with your breasts and suck on your nipples, he’d be able to just do it for hours it feels like, massaging your mounds and sucking and biting, he’d get so worked up, he’d probably need to eat you out, would get so pussydrunk, grabbing and squeezing at your tummy while he fucks your cunt with his tongue, you’d both especially love to do this in front of the other boys, you’d be really embarrassed the first few times but eventually they’d turn you into such a filthy slut you’d love the exhibitionism<333

sungchan would love to eat you out too, honestly all 3 of them would be happiest with their face between your legs and your soft, squishy thighs pressed tightly around their head, but other scenarios would be like if you were making dinner for them, he’d interrupt to bend you over the counter and fuck you ruthlessly from behind, just like you’d described before, pulling your breasts out of your top and spanking you as hard as he can and mocking you a little when you scream and yelp</3333 he’d definitely like to slap your tits too, the smacking sound being just as loud as if he’s slapping your ass or your thighs, he’d always love to slap your pussy<3333 or slap your clit, he’d be so brutal with his fingers for sure, loves shoving them down your throat and you love gagging on them<333 maybe if you complain you’re hungry or smth, he’d pull a “i’ve got something for you to put in your mouth” lmao, and would fuck your face for a bit until he shoots his loud down your throat or would release all over your face and tits and make you lick it up :)))) also would want to try like putting a donut on his dick or whip cream on him or something to make you eat it off him, because you’d be so cute to him with icing and sugar on your nose and lips, especially when you’re breathless and clenching your thighs together, begging him to touch you…

idk if this is too crazy.. but i’m also just thinking dumbification/bimbofication with tall line and them brainwashing you into aligning food with pleasure… as chubby chasers, they’d definitely want to keep you soft and plush, so hear me out.. i want sungchan feeding me like little pastries or treats or smth, his long fingers would be so good smearing cream on your face and pinching your cheek like “that’s my good girl, you’re so pretty aren’t you?” he’d cup your lower tummy and then your pussy, chuckling at how your hips buck into his palm instinctively and you clench your thighs together, “does it taste good?” you’d be so flustered, but you’d nod and whimper, “please channie” and he’d be like “you want more? so greedy,” and feed you another treat before you can respond, whines muffled while your mouth is full 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 but it’d backfire on all of them because then anytime you had something sweet and got icing on your face or smth, they’d pop a boner and need to bend you over and fuck you immediately.

okay i feel like i went too crazy, idek what to say for eunseok because i hope i don’t scare you.. i went a little bit too feral i think but like.. idk.

Honey, we should be friends.

I'm DYING FOR THIS CONCEPT OMG I LOVE IT, SO NASTY.

The feeding is also something I've thought about but I was afraid I would scare people here (more than what I already do 😂), so I can see the picture, and the roommate!tall line is PERFECT. This is really cliche but what the hell 😵‍💫

WC: 1.9

Imagine you come from a family full of brothers. You hated the fact that you had to be their little maid and listen to your mom whenever she told you to go and serve them. This pushed you to leave as soon as you could, running to the first place that seemed decent enough to live at, not caring that you'd have to live with a bunch of men again.

You were reluctant at first, afraid of being treated like a servant again, but oh god, could you be any more wrong?

Unexpectedly, you had to do nothing at all in the house. They were already good on their own, cleaning their own messes and making sure the shared places were in order, which resulted in you having nothing to do. But don't get fooled, they still wanted something in exchange.

The minute you stepped into that house, you realized that something was about to happen.

At first, they appeared just kind. They smiled at you, telling you to not worry if you offered to do something like taking out the trash or helping with the recycling. Then, they asked you to eat with them whenever they could. Anton enjoyed snacks, but he hated eating them alone, so he asked you to eat with him while watching TV or listening to music, sometimes without anything in the background, just you two eating and sometimes talking to fill the silence. Sungchan, on the other hand, had more of a sweet tooth, buying pastries but begging you to eat with him because ''it was too much for him''. Eunseok, different to the other two, didn't like that kind of food, he enjoyed more elaborate dishes, but more than eating them, he liked making them, and when he finished, he needed all of you to help him.

However, you then noticed that you were supposed to eat with them, but somehow most of the time you were the only one eating while they observed you.

You couldn't understand it, what was so good of watching you eat for them to be like that? They were too eager to be close to you when you ate for it to be a simple coincidence.

When they completely stopped pretending to eat, you knew your mind was not playing with you, but you needed more proof, so you said something they never expected.

''Sorry, I'm on a diet'' you said when Eunseok called for you to try his new recipe.

The world fell in their eyes. Anton got pale, Sungchan gulped before his mouth fell, and Eunseok almost dropped the plate he had in his hands.

That was the first time a man begged you to do something for him. Your family usually ordered you to do things for them, but those three didn't let you go with their pleads until you accepted, and you had no doubt that, if you had told them to, they'd have fallen to their knees for you.

You had a hard time accepting what was going on. You had never seen someone so eager to serve you. You knew they did it with hidden intentions, that was clear, but it was still something you had never seen before.

Of course, it was natural that you needed some time to get used to it. It was the first time a man cooked for you, the first time a man begged you to tell him if you needed anything, and even more, the first time a man practically kneeled to have a taste of you.

And now, there were three of them.

Sungchan was the first one to do it. He was always ready to buy you sweets, going to the nearest pastry shop after finishing his workout session, not caring if he was still all sweaty and tired, he couldn't feel calm unless he saw you eating in front of him, ready to clean any cream that stayed in your lips with his thumb to then lick it.

Eunseok was even more touchy. Cooking for you even when the others were there, he did everything, his favourites being salads and pasta, he liked food easy to collect and give you. On every occasion you were alone, he sat beside you and grabbed the cutlery while one of his hands was on your thigh, making sure you ate all of it before he caressed your cheek and praised you with a well done.

Anton was the boldest one though. He made you sit on his lap while showing you some kind of movie on his computer with really low volume, forcing you to have the bag of chips in your hands and eat it slowly for him to hear each bite.

While more satiated you got, they got more hungry.

Sungchan, again, was the first to push you and take you. He was fresh from his shower, and he had already given you a really good tiramisu half an hour ago, so when he entered your room, you didn't know what else could he want.

The answer was easy. He wanted you.

Pushing you to your back, he didn’t say anything while taking off your pyjama pants and underwear, and moving apart your legs, he kissed your thighs before his mouth reached your pussy.

Being eaten out for the first time, you had to bite your lips to not cry his name and let the other boys know what he was doing to you in the privacy of your room.

He was a bit brute, tongue going up and down, recollecting every juice you poured to gulp it like a thirsty man.

''Sung-Sungchan?'' You moaned. He was so desperate you doubted he was breathing, just like when he was lifting his dumbbells in the living room and was clearly tired from the exercise. However, there he didn't look like he wanted to stop at all.

''It's sweet, so fucking sweet'' he closed his eyes, burying his tongue in your entrance, making you squirm because of the new sensations.

He didn't let you move apart.

With his strong arms, he kept you in your place, fingers burying on your pudgy tummy from all the sweet treats he had gifted you, and he maintained you there until you came in his mouth, giving him the only sweet release he allowed himself to have.

Eunseok was more delicate. He had prepared a creamy dish, reddish sauce flooding the ravioli, something you had asked him for since it was getting colder those days.

You were wearing a hoodie, gladly letting him feed you piece by piece, both hands inside your pockets to keep them warm. He, making sure it wouldn't burn you, blew them a couple of times before giving them to you.

It was all tranquil until one of them was hotter than the others and burned you. The surprise made you flinch and his hand went under your chin to make sure to catch it if you decided to spit it, but you weren't a kid, and holding it in, you gulped it to stop the pain.

''I'm so sorry'' he looked worried, leaving everything aside to make sure you were okay. ''Please let me see your mouth.''

You listened to what he said and opened it, slightly pushing out your tongue so he could see you were okay.

When you did it, he stared at it for a couple of seconds before he gulped. That wasn't normal, you immediately sensed it and closed your lips.

Unnecessary. He continued caressing your chin and then, without question, made you open your mouth with his thumb pushing your lips apart. You let him, it was weird, but your arousal was appearing, and the room was hotter.

Minutes later he had you over the table, pushing your legs apart to push his ring and middle finger of one hand while the same fingers of his other were inside your mouth, not letting you talk or moan without sounding like babbling.

He was fucking your insides at a soft pace, as if he was investigating your insides to understand you as much as his recipes. He could thrust his fingers to then just leave them there, to feel your walls accepting him. After that, he would open them in a scissoring motion, pressing all your insides to find what he wanted.

When you left a particular louder cry, he knew he had found it, and made sure to press it until your legs trembled and you continuously clenched around his digits.

''Well done'' he said, like every time you finished eating his food. He took off his fingers and saw the line of spit connecting you to him, like your slick when he left your pussy alone, and he kissed you, tongue intruding your mouth and not letting you go until he felt it was enough.

Anton was fresher. Like the bubbling soda with popcorn on the side, he was simpler but that didn’t mean he was less good.

You were on his lap, illuminated by the limp light of his screen projecting some mukbang video, enjoying the peaceful moment he gave you. He had always been different from the other two. The other two were more visual creatures, while he preferred listening to you.

Anton had started to mute all videos not long ago, obliging you to rely on the subtitles to understand what the people said, and when the man said something funny, you laughed. You had laughed so much that, added to the salty snack, you got thirsty. So, sipping from the pretty glass with a straw he had bought you, full of ice and soda, the ice tinkled when you shook it to dilute the water with the drink.

You felt him getting harder under you, but you didn’t mind, it wouldn’t be the first time. What was new, was the way his hands slipped inside your hoodie to grip your chest.

At the start, it was pretty superficial. They just posed there, feeling how your skin was softer than normal in that place.

‘’Keep drinking’’ he said, and you listened.

You continued sipping and he kept playing with your tits, pinching your nipples and groping them however he wanted. It felt good, and you were getting wet, but it wasn’t anything intense like with Sungchan or Eunseok, it felt somehow safer.

His hard-on was rubbing more and more with your ass, and you accommodated yourself to reach for the bowl of popcorn and get a handful of them.

He moaned when you did it, being harder with your chest, a bit painful but not enough to hurt you.

You let him rut into you, both fully clothed. Needing more, you stood from your seat when you didn’t have anything else to drink.

‘’It’s empty’’ you told him while shaking your glass full of ice.

‘’I’ll get you more’’ he answered.

‘’Aren’t you thirsty too?’’

His mind was too hazy to answer, so he simply denied shaking his head.

‘’Are you sure?’’ you asked again, lifting your hoodie until your naked chest was in front of his face.

You couldn’t stop him when he practically slammed you to his bed and buried his face on your chest, grinding with force into your clothed sex and pushing moans out of you whenever his tongue circled your nipple.

Both of you getting closer even without directly touching each other’s parts, he groaned when you pulled his hair, and then he came when you brokenly cried his name.

Not long after, you stopped paying rent and necessities altogether. If you wanted something, you would get it as soon as possible. However, with all of them keeping you busy and burying you with gifts and attention, it was hard to want anything else.

Drink it. Eat it. Don’t spit it.

Those words became normal in your daily life.

[astrhoeluvr]

Astrhoe observations Pt.2 🫂🥰🫶🏻

(thank you all for all the love on my previous post🥺)

Back to 👉🏻 my materialist 👁️🫦👁️.

a lil disclaimer : these are just my personal observations, so don’t take any of them to heart🥳.Some could be applicable to you and some would differ, so take all of them with a grain of salt OKIE! enough of me blabbing let’s get on with it🫶🏻🥰

🥵: Saturnian doms 🤝🏻 milfs/dilfs (y’all age like FINE WINE 🍷 💅🏻✨)

🤨💻: Aquarius moons are literally SO GOOD WITH TECHNOLOGY. My brother has this placement and I literally run 🏃🏻‍♀️ to him when I need to get something fixed.

🌕👀: OKAY BUT LIKE CANCER PLACEMENTS ARE LITERALLY SO FUNNY. Like why is this not talked about more often???? Y’all literally have me rolling on the floor 🥲🥲😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨.

💃🔥: I’ve noticed many famous dancers with Venus- Mars aspects. Like y’all are so smooth with your moves. LITERALLY BREATHTAKING. Y’all are the embodiment of “SHE’S AN ICON, SHE’s a LEGEND AND SHE IS THE MOMENT”💅🏻🥵. (If you need a dance partner, I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE 😳👀)

💸💰: having any planet at 2° could indicate a lot of success wealth and fame (esp if your Uranus/Jupiter is at 2°) Y’ALL ARE GONNA MAKE IT BIG🔥😮‍💨. I think Bill Gates has his Uranus at 2° too😳😳👀.

🗣️💪🏻: pluto-mercury aspects are such powerful aspects. Your words hold SO much power. But ofc you must be cautious with what you say because you have so much influence over people that y’all can convince people to do anything and I mean ANYTHING (even negative and questionable things🤨) just by communicating.

☀️🤣: sun conjunct Jupiter will literally laugh at ANYTHING.😭 like y’all could see someone just walking and y’all would be like “🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣”. HMM LIKE EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT WAS FUNNY IN THAT?🎤🤨😭But y’all are genuinely so FUN to be around. Your laugh is literally so contagious.😮‍💨🫶🏻

🔥🌊: water and fire placement culture is listening to sad music when they’re already sad, just to make themselves cry🤡🤡😭.

💭👀: cancer mercury’s HAVE SUCH A GOOD MEMORY. They’d literally be like “oh yeah I remember the coffee order you bought the last time we met which was approximately a year ago and I got it for you, hope the order is correct haha 🥰. It was a Grande Carmel Macchiato in a venti cup, 1/3 whole milk,1/3 soy milk, double the amount of vanilla syrup, caramel wall in the cup, whipped cream, rounded lid, 1 shot espresso (decaf) and cinnamon sprinkled on top right?” And you’d be standing there like huh😦😀🧍🏻‍♀️.

🍀🧿: Jupiter in the 12th house/ Jupiter in Pisces and even Jupiter trine Neptune are DIVINELY PROTECTED. The luck they have is incredible.

Okay that’s all for today luvs🥰🫶🏻

(Please do not plagiarise or copy any of my work <33)

- san✨🍵🪴📖🧘🏻‍♀️

[lyrakanefanatic]

KLEAAAAA OMG CONGRATS ON 250 BABES YOU DESERVE IT SO MUCH <333333

to start off my crusade may i req

🍂 for gigi (i love her sm)

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH BABES ILYYY!!! <333 💗💗

AND OFC!!! 🫶🫶

GIGI GRAYSON HEAD CANONS:

• her cat phase started in grade 2 when she went over to a friends house and FELL IN LOVE with her friends pet cat. like there were times where she visited just so she could chill and hang out with the cat 😭😭

• she’s the type of person to like adding 194828844 add ons to her coffee. yes, she wants cold foam. yes, she wants sweeteners. yes, she wants syrups. yes, she wants whipped cream. yes-

• can’t sing to save her life and got banned from family karaoke at one point (by savannah cuz she couldn’t take it anymore ☠️)

• used to have long hair but that kind of became “savannahs thing”, so to differentiate herself from her, gigi chopped it short and kept it that way :/

• she used to wish on every candle till she was like 13 that she could have powers like matilda 😭😭

• whenever she goes out with grayson she always demands to go to cafes, because whenever grayson tells her she can’t drink coffee (in front of the waiter), gigi just pretends he’s her abusive boyfriend (grayson just gave up and now just watches with this “😒” expression on his face as she orders her sweet ass coffee)

• she goes all out for halloween and each year she makes her costume herself

• she can’t cry without feeling guilty. she doesn’t know why, but she feels like she owes it to everybody else (esp her father before he died) to remain the happy and bright girl as she “always” is :(

• she was inspired by gilmore girls and, one year on her birthday, acacia and her made a cake that was 90% frosting and 10% cake (and she felt so special because it was JUST as good in concept as in execution)

• as soon as the candy salad trend became a thing, gigi immediately took part in it, except she did a “haribo” gummies salad bc those r her fav gummies :)

• ever since she was little she always liked to use big words in her vocabulary, even if she didn’t fully understand what they meant, because it helped her express herself better + a small part of her believed that it made her look smarter than sav (bc even if she doesn’t like to admit it, gigi tends to be jealous of her.)

• had a roller skating phase when she was 11 and bc of that she had scuffed up knees in every photo for like a year LMFAO ☠️ (scratched, bloody, bruised… you name it)

OKAY THATS ALL THANK U SM FOR THE ASKK!! 💗💗<33

[blkkizzat]

OKAY SO THIS ISNT BAD BUT : Gojo would be into food play esp when its SWEETS hes a sucker for sweets like whip cream, donuts , ice cream etc

sry bae this got stuck in my drafts somehow!

but YASSS! you aren't just sticky from cum jfhdaksdjhfsadj. he gets chocolate sauce imported from switzerland and fresh cream from france just so he can eat it off your body.

donuts?! yeah he put a donut on his dick once for you to eat it off. fkjlhadjhasdkj.

he'd be into nyotaimori but with sweets instead of sushi. if he's feeling extra generous he might even invite suguru over and they will both dine off of you (omg i should write that).

[pixlpxie]

Who in Ateez has a food kink?

Yunho. That's it that's the answer. 🏃🏻‍♂️

I already told yall this but I'm sure he likes involving some sort of food during sex, esp more creamier foods. Like I can so easily imagine him filling your mouth with whipped cream and start fucking the cream into your mouth.🧍🏻‍♂️

The other one could be Seonghwa. He likes food way too much too so I can def see him having food kink too.

Wooyoung is another nasty bitch so even if he doesn't necessarily have food kink, he won't say no to involving food either. 🥴

[soleilnomoon]

Hiiii! :D <3 I owe you another event request that I announced.. sitting at work, yet another late evening, and dreaming of some Ace goodness. So may I ask for an ice cream sundae, donut hole, oatmeal raisin cookie, affogato and toffee? With female reader? :D If possible with the one serving the ice cream sundae being the reader? I need lotssss of caramel and whipped cream to get me through the week! Thank you so much!!!! <3

i can’t believe it took me so long, i’m so so sorry, but!!! it’s finally here *sobs continuously* so sorry bb that i took forever, but i only like to give you guys quality writing (esp with ace, i love him) so forgive me pls thank u & ily 😭💛🥺️

3.3k words, fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; only a tiny bit of angst (yay), fluff!!!! and smut!!! ace needs to do better, and reader isn't as slick as she thinks she is (but lbr, when is reader ever slick). friends 2 lovers (surprise, surprise i know who am i), feat. v cute things like oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), a lil roughplay but nothing crazy, a lil dry humping, idk other stuff probably idr anymore ૮₍˶ •. • ⑅₎ა but i had fun writing even tho the fluff almost killed me but for u i persevered! (if u see spelling/grammar errors no u didn’t <;3)

“look how we bleed from all this wanting” — ama asantewa diaka

unease is something you’re well-acquainted with — a painful, yet comforting, reminder of things that may or may not come. its slender vines wrap meticulously around each bone in your rib cage, lying in wait as your heart beats faster. it’s a pathetic, melancholic melody; a lullaby you can never escape. anxiety pours into you slowly — poisonous and haunting, tainting the lush, untamed garden that’s grown deep inside of you; one you’ve painstakingly tended to for most of your life, where your childhood dreams remain dormant, where your fears slither around in the thick vegetation ready to strike when given the chance. everything becomes fuzzy and unbearable, but you somehow manage to inhale several large gulps of air before continuing. 

it’s not easy keeping secrets, but you do it anyway. for him — only for him. today’s no different, as this is one secret you’re more than happy to keep to yourself.

contrary to popular belief, ace is much more particular about certain things than he lets on. for whatever reason, he’s adamant on keeping his birthday hidden from his crew mates — something you don’t quite understand, but respect, nonetheless. he says it’s because he doesn’t want the fuss and awkward fanfare of celebrating, but you know there’s another reason — one possibly drenched in tragedy and grief, so you refrain from asking again.

instead, you decide to celebrate with him in private; you’re best friends, after all. and after a few months of prodding, he finally concedes, giving you free reign to do as you please. a man like ace isn’t simple to shop for; you stress over his birthday gift for weeks, desperately wanting to find something unique — something that no one else would think to give him. it keeps you up for several nights in a row, where torn pieces of paper with scratched out ideas litter the floor in your room. at a certain point you scream into your pillow, desperate to get all your frustrations out before going back to sift through your failed gift ideas.

you pass out in the middle of ranting to yourself about your own incompetence, and the idea comes to you in a dream. when you wake up the next morning, you’re a little nervous but you’re sure this might be the one gift he wasn’t expecting — the one gift that he’ll appreciate and possibly cherish.

the thought of that only serves to rattle the tiny box of nerves that sits in the middle of your stomach — the lid barely attached; the contents ready to spill at the next inconvenience that comes your way. 

ace intentionally kept vague about what he wanted as a gift; he hates the idea of people scrambling around trying to surprise him, and instead keeps his expectations low. life, it seems, has helped him learn that lesson time and time again; it’s better, in his opinion, to snuff out any residual hope — the one that lingers behind all the disappointment that tends to follow him around — before it’s too late.

still, he’s curious to see what you’ve been working so tirelessly on. you’ve kept quiet about everything, and no matter how many times he tries to pry the answers out of you, you remain steadfast and keep the secret to yourself.

he's impressed, to say the least, and a flicker of excitement courses through him as he spends the morning of his birthday obnoxiously guessing what your surprise gift is. you wave him off, tell him to stop pestering you, but he doesn’t let up. there were times when you almost told him, but he has to hand it to you — you’re incredibly determined and stubborn. 

you convince him to come off of the ship with you and explore the main town of the island your crew is visiting. he knows you’re not that interested in exploring, that you’re doing all of this to distract him; he smiles to himself in secret, away from your curious and trusting eyes, unable to come to terms with the warmth that’s taken hold of his chest, pitifully churning his insides around. if he had more sense, he’d realize it’s his nerves that have gotten the best of him; but that’s ridiculous, what would he have to be nervous about?

especially on his birthday?

while he thinks he’s being stealthy by trying to hide his emotions, you catch him several times; you don’t say much about it, instead wanting ace to fully enjoy himself unrestricted. you admire the shape of his jaw when he excitedly looks around, nearly trip when you notice how sunlight drapes itself along his freckled, light brown skin, and choke on your drink when he glances over at you. the corners of his lips quirk upward, and a small, devastating, dimpled smile crawls onto his face. 

you’re rarely rendered speechless, but your inability to function properly causes you to let go of the cup in your hand — not that it matters, really. you don’t even care that the drink splashes near your sandaled feet, nor do you notice the way ace’s brows furrow together at your sudden clumsiness. a frown works its way onto his lips while you stand there stupidly, trying to remember what it is you’re supposed to be doing.

he tilts his head and briefly wonders if maybe the heat has gotten to you — you’re usually much more with it, but today you’re quieter and spaced out. when he opens his mouth to ask if you’re okay, you simply step over the fallen drink and keep walking down the street. something about your insistence on ignoring your recent faux pas makes him laugh out loud; he doesn’t mean to, but it’s just so damn funny to him.

and while you could be mad at him for the way he can’t seem to stop laughing at you, you know that the small bout of annoyance will fizzle out shortly. you can never actually stay mad at him, even if you tried — and yes, you have tried and failed several times over.

ace eventually catches up to you and that familiar teasing grin stretches lazily along his lips as he playfully grabs your arm and pulls you towards him. you steel your features as best as you can and narrow your eyes at him; the residual embarrassment from earlier lingers obnoxiously, making you stumble over your words.

or, that’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

because if he knew that it was because it’s become increasingly difficult to be around him for extended periods of time, then you’d never hear the end of it.

the problem is: ace already knows, and has known for quite some time. he never brought it up, because then you’d find a reason to keep yourself busy and stay away from him intentionally. he’s selfish and will continue to monopolize your time however way he can, especially today. you’ve never had an issue with ace touching you before, but for some reason his skin is warmer than normal — or maybe it’s because you’re still too nervous about the gift. you know that he’ll like and appreciate anything you give him, which is why you let out a soft sigh and rummage through your purse to shove a small piece of paper into his hand.

“i wanted to wait until we got back to the ship,” you say quietly, tongue suddenly much too big for your mouth; you try pulling away from him, but ace’s grip is firm, and you’re not trying that hard anyway. “but, um… happy birthday!”

he watches you curiously before glancing down at the paper in his hand; in a cute, neat script, you’ve written: birthday coupon (1 use only). and before he can ask anything unnecessary, you explain quickly, words tumbling out of your mouth in a rush.

“basically, you have my services for exactly twenty-four hours only.”

and, as ace is constantly in a state of perpetual confusion, he glances back at you to see if this is a joke or not.

“really?”

he wants to believe you, but he also knows that you’d never actually let him have his way for a day — or, would you? now he isn’t so sure.

your usual bravado leaves you faster than you can handle, so you nod a few times and finally manage to free yourself from his hold. after giving yourself a bit of space, you realize that you can think clearly now that he isn’t so close to you.

“yes,” you say lightly, hoping that he’ll buy your false confidence as legitimate. “whatever you want me to do, i’ll do. no questions asked.” you know you’re treading dangerously, but this was the best idea you could come up with. unease finds you again when ace remains quiet — a feat for him, as he’s usually boisterous and vocal about everything — but all of that doubt dissipates when a small, sly smile appears on his face as he pockets the coupon and beckons you closer.

“thanks, let’s go.”

you don’t bother asking where, because ace has already grabbed your hand and tugs you along with him. you want to tell him that he doesn’t have to hold onto your hand like that, but you decide that you deserve a bit of selfishness too. the day passes fairly quickly — you end up eating at several places with him, purchase enough sweets to put you into a sugar-induced coma, and laugh so hard you end up in tears.

he likes seeing this side of you, the part that’s carefree and full of energy; he admires how smooth and soft your skin is and thinks it’s impossibly cute that you can’t stop sneaking glances at him. you’re not as inconspicuous as you think you are, but ace doesn’t tease you about it. already he’s had you do silly things like balance on one leg like a flamingo in the middle of the shopping plaza and cartwheel as long as you can down to the pier — the latter was him testing the waters to see if you’d really do it, but you rise to the challenge and only fall over twice.

embarrassment be damned, as long as ace is happy today that’s all that matters.

when you make it back to the ship, the sun has set, bathing the ocean and sky with a pretty mixture of bright colors. you take a moment to lean against the railing to watch the sky, mesmerized by the artistry, while ace watches you and contemplates how best to proceed with you. he’s normally much better at hiding his desire and attraction, but today he’s at his limit. he doesn’t bother looking away when you feel his gaze on you; it’s always intense, having ace’s undivided attention — and while a small voice tells you that it’s dangerous to let this tension build to a frenzied state, a much bigger voice tells you to just let go and embrace whatever happens.

it's ace who grabs your arm and tugs you with him to his cabin, locking the door behind so that no one would interrupt; and it’s ace who plucks the coupon out of his pocket again, playfully waving it around as your brain scrambles as you try to guess what he’ll request next. it should alarm you that your excitement starts to build all over again when ace plops down lazily in a nearby chair, legs spread; something compels you to move closer and before you can say anything remotely foolish, ace pulls you onto his lap.

you tell yourself that it’s purely for the sake of ensuring he has a memorable birthday, but the truth won’t let you off that easily — not when you shamelessly straddle him as your skirt rides up your thighs; not when you thread your fingers through his hair and tugging on it impatiently; and not when you softly press your lips against his and mumble something along the lines of, “hurry up and ask.”

it’s refreshing seeing you take initiative like that, so ace tosses the coupon onto the floor unceremoniously before gripping your hips firmly. that warmth from earlier comes back in full force, and suddenly you’re wondering why the both of you are still dressed. he doesn’t hesitate when he runs his tongue along your lips, and you, in response, roll your hips forward and grind down hard against his stiff cock. a dangerous game, you know — you know — but you can’t help yourself; not today, anyway.

it's you who kisses him first — clumsy and rash, but after a moment, your lips move against his with more certainty; he guides you with his tongue, heat shooting up your spine, making you pliant and eager. each time he kisses you, you have to remind yourself that it’s not another dream, that it’s actually happening. and even if, after all of this, you both go back to pretending you’re just friends, you’re sure you’ll be fine.

maybe.

you don’t dwell on that thought though, and focus on the way ace keeps rubbing his hands along your thighs — slow and tortuous, the callouses on his hands rough, but welcomed on your skin. you’re panting and whining softly, the heat radiating off his body stifling, but also addicting. he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back, and you somehow get the hint when he bucks his hips against yours, your panties already damp with arousal every time your pussy rubs against his cock.

there’s a slightly dazed look in his eyes when you managed to climb off of him without your legs giving out, and it’s his own selfishness that drives him to watch you as you take off your clothes without prompting. is it adrenaline, lust, or the intoxicating effects of ace’s presence that has you in between his legs and on your knees. when he realizes what you’re about to do, he opens his mouth to tell you that it’s not necessary, but his argument dies in his mouth and fizzles out completely when you unzip his shorts and pull out his cock.

ace inhales sharply as a warm breeze slips in from the open window and tangles itself around both of you; and, although the moon hides sleepily behind a few clouds, some of its light filters through, giving you an ethereal glow as you run your tongue along the length of his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip. it’s not often that ace finds himself powerless in front of someone, but you’ve rendered him weak beyond comprehension. you suck and swirl your tongue around, dragging it along his slit and licking off the precum that leaked out.

it invigorates you — watching him through your lashes as your hands wrap around the rest of his length, twisting and pumping mercilessly, every stifled moan giving you the encouragement to keep going. you inadvertently rub your thighs together, pussy slick with your wetness, but, surprisingly, you don’t feel ashamed about it — not when you take more of ace’s cock into your mouth, relaxing your jaw and letting him have free reign for a bit. ace juts his hips forward, feeling only a tiny bit remorseful when he sees you gag, but the determined look in your eyes tells him that you refuse to back down.

when you feel like you can’t breathe, you lick down his length and massage his balls, earning a string of unintended, slightly incoherent curse words from ace under his breath. it’s a sensitive area — and, try as he might, he can’t help but moan your name out loud, his breathing growing unsteady, making you all the more delirious and obsessed. your teeth accidentally grazes his skin and he tugs on your hair more forcefully than he means to, startling you but not for the reasons it should.

his voice is low and gruff when he speaks again. “y/n… behave.” which is all he really needs to say, because while it was an accident, something forbidden swirls around your lower abdomen, making you bold and somewhat reckless. before he can say anything else, you suck on his balls, melting his resolve and small bout of annoyance.

he wants to ask if you’re trying to kill him, but he partially knows the answer to that already. goosebumps prick his skin as you look at him equal parts mischievous and full of adoration. he’s not sure why, but he likes that he’s only ever seen you look at him like that.it makes all of this that much more intense, and he knows that after tonight he can’t go back to being just friends with you.

it’d be impossible.

you take his cock back into your mouth again, bobbing up and down, his girth still a challenge, but you take it in stride anyway. and its when you suck on his sensitive tip again that ace’s restraint finally gives out; you feel him jerk underneath you, and his cum is thick and hot as it spills into your mouth. he half expects you to spit it out, and even through that post-orgasm haze, he’s amazed when you swallow it all.

with his face flushed — from the force of the orgasm, from how he can’t seem to keep his eyes off of you, especially after you lick some of his cum off of your lips — ace runs a hand through his hair before standing up and pulling you to your feet. he kisses you again, sloppy, yet domineering; your hands work on tugging the rest of his clothes off quickly, and it doesn’t take long before he has you on your back thighs clamped around his head as he devours your pussy.

nothing can compare to the high you feel right now, hips rolling forward, shamelessly tugging on his hair roughly, moaning his name louder than you mean to. anyone passing by can hear you, the walls are thin enough, but you don’t care now. his tongue glides along your slit, your arousal spilling onto his tongue before he flicks it against your clit.

something about the way he’s handling you — as if you’re able to take whatever aggression he tosses your way, especially when he slides his fingers inside of your pussy, finger-fucking and enjoying how you’re falling apart underneath him — makes you that much more reactive to him. and when he sucks on your clit — merciless, just like you were being with him a short while ago — you don’t hold back.

your cries are music to his ears, and he knows he should tell you to keep it down, but he also likes how loud you’re being. almost as if he wants other people to hear that he’s the one making you writhe around on his bed like that. the orgasm is sudden, brutal, and life changing; a blinding light practically incapacitating you, momentarily robbing you of your vision. your chest heaves as you try to gather your thoughts; a lightheaded feeling takes over, making you shiver, your sweet whining only makes him want to keep torturing you with his tongue.

but he refrains, for now.

after pulling back, you both look at each other for a moment before you pull him down for another kiss — this one tender, sweet, and slow. ace lets himself fall further under your spell, not wanting to ask if you complied with his selfish whims because you wanted to or because of his birthday coupon. and if he did ask, you know, deep down, that you’d tell him it’s very obviously the former — that it wasn’t only his selfish whim, that you were equally to blame for letting things escalate like this. not that it matters much right now, since all you can think about, is how you don’t plan on leaving his bed for the rest of the night. and how you know you’ll be plenty sore once he’s done with you later on.

[storiesofsvu]

Alex Blake Domestic Headcanons

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who reaches out to new neighbors

Both of you, but to different extents. Alex is friendly, approachable, would help a neighbour out if needed. She likes to know the neighbours physically closest to her, especially if she’s out of town a lot. Somone to keep an eye on the mail piling up, water the plants, feed a pet kinda thing but I do believe she normally keeps to herself. You’re more the one who spends more time getting to know neighbours, talking over back yard fences, what starts as friendly small talk morphs into inviting over for a coffee or a drink.

who remembers to buy healthy food

This one is going to go more towards Alex. She’ll do weekly grocery trips making sure the fridge is stocked with healthy things that can easily and quickly be whipped up into meals. If she’s been away on a case, once she knows they’re officially headed home she’ll set up an order to be delivered/curbside pick up to make sure she’s not stuck eating more takeout once she’s home.

who remembers to buy junk food.

It’s a mix of both here, but it’s more likely you picking up a thing or two on the way home/whenever the cravings hit. There’s likely some frozen goodies for the deep fried cravings that live in your freezer, ice cream and the like.

who fixes the oven when it breaks Alex is definitely going to try. She’s determined and will likely fix it to a point, or fully if it’s an easy fix, but she knows better than to fuck with shit that she doesn’t fully understand/know esp when it comes to things that can burst into flame so she’s gonna call a professional for something like that.

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s).

Alex strikes me as the early riser, she likes to take her time in the mornings to be fully awake and alert before heading into work. In that time she enjoys her coffee, makes breakfast, reads the paper, and feeds the pets/plants. It’s part of the relaxing morning routine that she’s got in place.

who wakes up earlier

LOL. Oop. Covered that. Alex is the early riser. Though on the weekends she really enjoys her sleep ins, especially if it’s after a long case. She loves slowly waking up, limbs tangled together with yours, rolling over and pulling you tighter so she can sleepily pepper your skin with kisses, happy smile on her cheeks as the two of you fall back asleep for a bit. (and of course those slow morning sex days are just top notch)

who makes the bed

Whoever’s out of it second. I like to think that Alex had a very strict self rule about always making sure the bed was made to start her day off on the right foot, the first thing crossed off her to do list. She’s gotten more casual about it over the years, but the first time you stayed the night and left the bed not fully made it did make her eye twitch a little bit.

who makes the coffee

Whoever’s up first. It’s one of the first things either of you do in the morning if it’s not set up to auto brew the night before. There’s also likely multiple pots brewed throughout the day, switching off to decaf on non work days to make sure neither of you is staying up all hours of the night.

who burns breakfast

That one’s on you. Alex knows her way around the kitchen fairly well, she’s got a great amount of variety of dishes, recipes and meals to cover breakfast, lunch and dinner. I like to think she enjoys cooking, her own little personal time in the kitchen to hum along to music and forget about everything else going on while she focuses on the food. She likes cooking for people, there’s always love cooked into her food and naturally that makes it taste so much better.

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

Alex will always search you out for a quick goodbye, a little kiss on your forehead before she leaves off onto whatever task she has at hand. If she’s leaving for a case/an FBI work day she’ll always make sure for a longer, more personal goodbye in case she ends up out of town for a week or more. You’ll usually swing through the living room/her home office when you’re running off to the store/running errands, or even if you’re meeting a friend for lunch you’ll ask if she needs/wants anything and almost always bring a little treat back for her no matter what her answer is.

how do they greet each other when one of them gets home

If it’s been a while there’s a very excited happy hug, warm kisses, the kinda hug that you can just absolutely sink into each other’s embraces and melt into each other. They’re usually silent, letting the other person just enjoy being back home and around you again, followed by an evening relaxing on the couch, half tangled in each other’s arms as you catch up or sit in comfortable silence. If it hasn’t been a while it’s just a casual little “I’m home” called through the house when you get home.

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

Alex accidentally formed a habit of stealing pens from the local precincts, hospitals, wherever to bring back to you. She didn’t realize she’d pocketed a pen the first time and when she was home and you asked for one you made a comment that it was neat it was labelled NYPD. She liked the playfulness of it and made a mental note to swipe something on each of her cases.

You’re the one who brings home treats more often. Both when Alex has asked and whenever you feel like it. It’s usually some form of chocolate/candy. If it’s earlier in the day it’s definitely alongside a cup of specialty coffee in alex’s favourite flavour.

who picks the movie for movie night

You either switch back and fourth or there’s some kind of competition/game that the winner gets to pick the movie. Alex enjoys the little bit of competition, it brings out the silly and fun parts of life that are sometimes lacking from her day, making both of you laugh along the way.

their favorite kind of movie to watch

 You usually both agree on things, and swap around between genres regularly to keep entertained and attentive.  While Alex enjoys documentaries, older and foreign movies she also finds certain types of stupid comedies rather enjoyable, especially when she just wants to shut her brain off for a while.

who first suggests a pillow fort

You know what. I’m going with Alex on this one. She can tell that you’ve had a crap day/week, it’s finally the weekend and she wants to make sure that you forget about what was bringing you down and give you the ultimate comfort. It’s very likely that by the time you get home she’s either made something easy and comforting like grilled cheese or placed a takeout order and the wine is ready to be poured. She’s also likely dragged every thick fuzzy blanket and pillow out into the living room, maybe even inflated the air mattress. She’s going to persist even if you think it’s stupid at first, she knows that roping you into building a fort will have you cracking a smile in no time. And the rest of the night is going to be spent curled up in each other’s arms drinking wine and eating ice cream.

who tries to distract the other during the movie

Depends on the day. When it’s you it’s usually more that your hands happen to be wandering without realizing it, trailing up and down Alex’s leg, or playing with the hairs at the back of her neck until she’s riled up and can’t help but pounce on you. When it’s Alex it’s because she’s been thinking about devouring you all day and doesn’t want to wait through the entire movie to get to do it. She’ll likely pull you into her lap, or curl around you from behind, spooning you while her hands slowly roam your body, slipping under your waistband or up your shirt until the movie is forgotten and the room is nothing but moans.

who falls asleep first

You do. Alex likes to read before bed and it slowly becomes a routine that at least a couple of times a week she’ll read to you until you’re asleep in her arms. Some nights it’s a fiction book you’ve been working through, other nights its poetry, sometimes in a different language that you might not understand but you’re never going to complain about hearing her speak another language.

who is big spoon/little spoon

It varies, Alex is usually the big spoon, or on her back with you curled around her while her hand soothes up and down your back but there are nights she just wants to be held. Or times you wake up in the middle of the night searching her out in the bed without opening your eyes, finding her curled up on the other side of the bed so you happily wrap around her back, nestling into her neck to fall back asleep.

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[zablife]

Hi Lee! Can I have the letters I, N, and X from the NSFW alphabet with Tommy, please? 🖤

Thanks for the request, Laur! I answered I here and I've put my thoughts for N and X under the cut. I'd love to know if Lucy agrees with me!

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

There are 3 big no's for Tommy which all make sense when you consider his behavior in canon. First, I don't see him enjoying being tied down or blindfolded due to his trauma from the war, esp anything that could remind him of being back in the tunnels. Second, due to his possessive nature, he would never consent to a threesome bc he struggles with issues of jealousy. Third, we know how much he abhors eating so anything to do with food play is off limits. I genuinely think he would start shaking if you dared to dab him with chocolate sauce or whipped cream.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Despite his small stature, Tommy is most def well endowed. He doesn't have to compensate for anything! And like every other part of him, his dick is beautiful. Long and circumcised with a prominent vein running along the underside, he's oh so satisfying to have inside you. Additionally, I'd say his pubic hair is trimmed and well kept for hygiene as is expected of a former soldier.

Zablife Sleepover

[whippedcreamcookie]

what are you thoughts on this events story so far? are you liking the role they've given whipped cream or did you hope for more?

hi anon! the story so far has been really nice! the constant references made to swan lake was really cool to see, esp with whipped's references as siegfried with black swan and sugar swan being of course odile and odette respectively

whipped's role currently is rather interesting, he's taking a supporting role for black swan, as a reminder that no matter how beautiful she gets, or wants to be, whipped will always love her for who she actually is as black sugar duck. which i found to be very beautiful tbh LOL black sugar duck ever since her introduction always had some self-image issues going on, and it truly shines here with her transformation as black sugar swan. she thought that with enough beauty you can rule over anything / anyone (which does draw parallels to how lookism behaves in the real world), but whipped contrasts it sharply with his care for black sugar duck, making her very confused and frustrated (and also probably making her ask herself some very uncomfortable questions)

so far ive been liking the story <3 and i wonder how itll develop from here! (they could cliffhanger it honestly but also like... what is there to cliffhanger it for bc i dont rly think black sugar duck's redemption's gonna take a couple of updates to resolve)

[fatterpussycat-kill-kill]

Foods that turn me on to watch feedees eat/drink:

Milkshakes (esp with heavy cream, crushed Oreos, peanut butter, or Nutella)

Ice cream (especially if it’s melty enough to drink from the carton

Pudding (made with heavy cream or whipped cream)

Cupcakes/cakes of any kind

Cheesecake

Donuts/fried dough/funnel cakes/churros

Anything cream-filled basically

Pasta (esp creamy/cheesy types)

Fast food of all types, but especially burgers

Philly cheesesteaks/steak bombs/meatball subs

Chilli cheese fries

Loaded nachos

Burritos stuffed with meat and cheese and sour cream and guac

Hearty stews/chilli/creamy soups

Giant deli sandwiches

Giant bagel sandwiches

Extra greasy Chinese food

Mashed potatoes/potato salad/pasta salad

Venti cream Frappuccino drinks

Soda chugging

Did I mention Mac n Cheese?

Stuffing (of the thanksgiving kind) with gravy

Actually just drink the gravy

Pizza (but like…wild out on it)

Beer/hard cider/sparkling alcoholic drinks

….I’ll probably add to this list, but you should probably eat one or more of these today.

Did I mention I’m a great cook?

[jaegonsmoon]

Low-key love the idea that pregnant luke has very weird cravings 😂 esp at night time and has to wake aemond up to get them and aemond is so whipped that of course he does lol

I love weird cravings shit! Especially because I get them all the time (not preggers just bad hormonal imbalance dodkdkdj)

It’s my favourite part to write in pregnancies.

Luke absolutely has a meltdown if he doesn’t get something he craves, fully crying and wheezing and he can’t stop and he cries harder because omg he can’t stop crying and it’s so fucking silly and he doesn’t mean it but he really wanted that strawberry and peanut butter with sour gummy worms ice cream so badly and the ice cream parlour is closed. Aemond is losing his mind over it.

Once Luke has calmed down (he just fell asleep tbh) He drives across the city, everything is closed, of course, it’s New Years Day. The only thing he finds two hours later is a gas station and the only solution he can come up with is trying to gather all the ingredients and make it work. So he finds some strawberry ice cream and the sour gummy worms and they do have a few jars of peanut butter at home (Luke’s obsessed with it) he drives home, and there he is, mixing weird shit at 1AM because his pregnant nephew-boyfriend-husband has him in a chokehold. He wakes Luke gently and explains what he did and Luke is once again crying, but it’s softly, because oh my god he loves him so much and he went through all this trouble. He eats the thing happily.

Mind you, this has happened at least ten times already.