#strawberry lemon corrected

[positively-peachy-143]

STRAWBERRY LEMON CORRECTED I WANNA LEMON LIME FROM A NEW PERSPECTIVE 🖤💔🥀🌘🌧🎧

[am-i-obssed-probably]

Who was gonna tell me?!?!?!!?!!?

I didn’t know the lyrics weren’t actually strawberry lemon corrected and then I actually looked at the lyrics and find out it’s stop there and let me correct it

[moodlevoodle]

he really was a lyrical genius

[bluelolblue]

Strawberry and blueberry headcanon for Santino and John

Another headcanon I have for Santino and John

One of my oc's, Romano, who is inspired by Santino, likes strawberries, so that is my inspiration for Santino to like strawberries. The blueberry for John is inspiration from a tiktok about how every strawberry person needs their blueberry person and I think that's literally them two

Santino likes strawberries, and John likes blueberries like... it's literally them

Evidence

[clementine-png]

Tag rambling ignore me

[merakiui]

Helloooo! I’d like to order a flower bouquet + strawberry ice cream from the misc. menu as well as some lemon squares + custard donuts from the midnight menu for Scaramouche <3

yandere!scaramouche x (gender neutral) reader cw: yandere, nsfw, dub-con, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, friends with benefits, forced pregnancy/baby-trapping (no pronouns; reader has a pussy), modern college au note - thank you for checking in, dearest guest! enjoy your order! [lunar love hotel]

You’re writing a paper.

Sitting at your desk, scrolling through clothes online, you wonder if your meager paycheck will cover the shipping costs. This is all research. Research that is very necessary in the paper-drafting process, of course! You click on an outfit just as Scaramouche looks up from his phone.

Correction. You’re trying to write a paper.

“Great progress. I can really see the thought you put into this.”

“I’m envisioning it as we speak.”

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem to be getting you anywhere.” He sets his phone down and leans closer. “Last I checked you’re not writing about clothes.”

“Last I checked,” you say, mocking him, “I didn’t ask for commentary. Don’t you have anything better to do?” 

A smug smile sharpens on his face. “I can think of a few things.”

Groaning, you shove him away. “No way. Not today.”

“Why not? It didn’t seem to bother you that last time when we did it before your lecture. You were so out of it you didn’t want me to leave you alone. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Not my fault I was tired! Don’t tell me you’ve never said and done stupid things when you’re running on three hours of sleep.”

“Not once,” he declares, looking quite proud. As if it’s some grand achievement. Does he want an award? “And even if I was, I wouldn’t be reduced to sugary, sappy putty.”

“I called you ‘sweetheart’ once by mistake. Get over it.”

Scaramouche rests his elbow on the desk, his cheek in his hand. “I don’t think I want to.”

Shutting your laptop, you turn in your chair to face him. “And I don’t think I want to fuck you today.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Oh, you’re gonna do all the work?”

“That’s the plan. Be grateful I’m so good to you,” he teases, leaning closer and closer until—

You block your lips before he can capture them. “I really can’t today. Paper aside, I don’t have any protection and I’m not on birth control right now.”

“It doesn’t have to be inside.” He sits back in his chair, exuding casual confidence. “Unless you want to risk it.”

You try to put enough ice in your glare, but it melts quickly. You really shouldn’t. It’s not a safe day. You really, really shouldn’t…

Scaramouche raises a brow, waiting for your reply.

Despite everything, you’re wheedled into it anyway. You’re not even sure what you want. Is it yes or no? It’s been months since you fell into this arrangement with him—the campus’s infamous lone wolf who goes out of his way to make himself unapproachable. Or, according to your friends, he’s more of a lonely stray cat in need of a friend. Scaramouche had scoffed when you told him that.

Your friends are idiots, he said with a scowl. It only made him look even more like a grumpy cat in need of companionship. Not that you’d ever tell him that. It would only serve to stoke the flames of his ire.

But right now, looking up at him while he ruts into you, sweat sticking in all the right places, his hair falling over his eyes, you’re inclined to agree with that observation. There’s a depth to his gaze that draws you in, a sad glimmer hiding behind the ardor. There’s never been any attachment outside of the bedroom. You’re not even sure if he considers you a friend.

Still, you wonder…

“Scara, do you—” You cut yourself off with a startled gasp, your nails curling into his shoulders. He’s holding you down by your hips, fucking into you like the world’s about to end. “S-Slow down. Wait, I—aah—oh!”

He sucks in a staggered breath through grit teeth, his jaw set firmly. “You’re never going to leave me.”

Your brain stalls out, and suddenly you’re not sure how to respond. He doesn’t lessen the brutal pace at which he thrusts, so you’re forced to piece together a half-coherent answer amidst your groans.

“N-Not anytime soon—mmh… Why? What’s up?”

Scaramouche lifts his head from your neck. A strange smile turns the corners of his lips up. “It’s not a question. I wasn’t giving you a choice.”

You blink back at him, lust-drunk and dazed. The horror edges in, slow and steady like invasive rot. It isn’t until he’s pinning your legs up by your ears to force you into another position that the implication finally catches up to you. You claw at his back with weak strokes, babbling futile protests against his mouth. In response, his cock throbs inside of you, pressed so deep in this position you fear the repercussions. He kisses you with much the same force, insistent on driving you into the mattress—on pinning you here until you finally submit. Until the last of your resolve withers away, stamped out and replaced with something agreeable.

“Even if you wanted to,” he says around a shaky laugh, seeming positively deranged, “you couldn’t.”

You think you should be worried, but you’re so stunned with this development that your brain can’t keep up. Embarrassingly, you cum with a strangled sort of cry, your pussy clenching tight. He hisses through his teeth, fucks you through the high of your orgasm, and then falls with you, his own climax fast like a flash.

You’re panting in the aftermath. What just happened?

Scaramouche keeps you plugged with his cock for as long as he possibly can before he’s sliding out, flaccid and spent. For now, you suspect, for there will certainly be more later if your wits aren’t about you by then.

“Pill,” you mumble, voice hoarse from crying. You shake him, hoping he’ll climb off of you and get to it. “Scaraaa…”

Oddly, for someone who never shows any vulnerability, he clings. “We’ve got time. I’ll get it. Don’t worry.”

You don’t believe him. Not when his hand strays to your stomach. His palm brushes over the area once. He sighs, wholly satisfied.

“We’ve got time…”

Nine months of it, in fact. But that goes unspoken. If not today, there’s always tomorrow. You know he won’t rest until then. Neither will you. Your heart is too big, too soft, for that lonely stray cat, and part of you wonders if he knows that.

[sincerelyrki]

STRAWBERRY COUGH

SYNOPSIS ⮕ Lee Heeseung never thought the day would come, the day his dealer permanently went out of business. Through word of mouth, Heeseung managed to hear about you, the unknown seller who chooses their clients very selectively. Heeseung had almost lost all hope as his attempts to find you came out fruitless, his desperation only growing. Now insert Park Sunghoon, the man who happened to not only be your top client but also Heeseung’s best friend. or in other words, how far would Lee Heeseung go just to get another taste of his favourite strain, Strawberry Cough? (hint : very far)

PAIRING ⮕ stoner!heeseung x dealer!fem!reader

GENRE + WARNINGS + TROPES ⮕ smau. college au. drugs. he fell first and harder. warnings will be added on each chapter.

STATUS ⮕ UPCOMING! after miniskirt ;)

TAGLIST ⮕ OPEN! send an ask , comment , dm to be added ♡

FEAT ⮕ yeojin [loona]. natty [kiss of life]. k [&team]. nicholas [&team].

A/N ⮕ strawberry lemon corrected i want a lemon lime from a new perspective (sorry).

perm taglist ⮕ @neocockthotology @simjyunnie @addictedtohobi @ahnneyong @grassbutneo comment to be added ><

PROFILES

| dealing with more than drugs

| do heroine(s) not heroin

| the clients

CHAPTERS

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@ SINCERELYRKI all rights reserved. 2024.

[cerezzzita]

Hi, i saw you have your request open so here i go, requesting some hcs for Dante, Vergil and Trish having a short sweet-toothed s/o who also loves to bake.

notes: heeey there, anon! In advance sorry for the waiting, it took long enough but at least here we are! I hope you like it, because I surely did loved writing these headcanons, and with Trish being included? Better than ever!

Enjoy the reading and thanks for requesting! <3

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante, Vergil & Trish with a short sweet-toothed S/O

♡ tags: gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns (you/yours only), no description of reader's appearance, short!reader, use of petnames, three devils being soft af, Vergil and Trish might have been sorta ooc pardon in advance.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante

Perfect match, to be honest.

Calls you "shortcake" or "shortie" most of the time and if you're annoyed by that… he'll keep doing it, sorry. He loves you enough to annoy you as well. 

Being as sweet-toothed as he is, no wonder he'll ask you constantly to make some desserts with strawberries or red fruits in general such as raspberries or cherries. 

And please don't let Dante get one inch near the kitchen, this man will eat as many of the berries plus he's catastrophic at cooking.

At least let him add some of the ingredients and mix them together here and there, he'll be satisfied and happy enough. 

He'll eat the batter when you're not looking, by the way. 

Still on the ingredients topic, doesn't this bitch (affectionately) loves when you ask him for help to reach something you can't? He's all smugly smirks, towering you with that huge figure of his and in the best of the cases, lifting you so you can reach it by yourself. 

Dante's personal favorite dessert made by you became The Devil's Cake, but instead of being fulfilled of chocolate only, there's lots and lots of strawberry jam and fresh strawberries on top of it. 

Late night munchies are a must! You two can and will be watching whatever series or movies while cuddling and devouring almost all of a whole damn bakery because Dante has a black hole instead of a regular stomach. 

Saw a recipe for dessert pizza once, got obsessed with it, asked you to make it, you made it, he's even more in love with you. 

"Babe, you're a sweetheartie. A candy angel, I love you so much," said Dante, mouth full of sweet pizza and eyes full of tears of joy and passion. 

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil

Vergil strikes me as a cinnamon roll enjoyer. That's it, that's the post. 

But really, I don't think he has a sweet-tooth or enjoys sugary foods that much. He likes it, sure, but at moderate bits. 

Unlike Dante, he does not make fun of your height… Yet he finds it quite endearing. 

Calls you "little bird". Let me have him be affectionate and lovely for a sec, okay? 

Vergil also gets worried by the amount of sugar you consume. 

"You'll get plenty of cavities if you keep eating desserts at that level." 

He helps you with your recipes too. I'm kinda sure that Vergil knows a thing or two in the cooking field, correct me if I'm wrong (I am wrong). 

As previously said, he likes more, hm, refined flavors, such as cinnamon and vanilla and if you're baking cinnamon rolls, count him on it! 

Don't ask Vergil to chop the ingredients unless you want him to put on a show about it. 

If you like drinking tea, you better prepare a bunch of sweet treats because you're having regular, calm silent tea evenings ft. Vergil and his poetry book. 

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Trish

Oh my, what can I say about Trish?

She's not a sugary-sweet person. Instead, she's mostly on sour candies and neutral fruits field. 

With that being said, I hope you're ready to constantly bake lemon pies and banana cakes. 

Trish does not know how to cook for her dear life, she prefers watching you instead and maybe teasing you along with it.

"Trish, I could use a little hand." "Pardon me if I can't help but think you're all cute on your own, sugar."

Speaking of teasing, this devil surely knows how to make you fluster with her little comments about your height, but of course, always keeping it comfortable enough to not get you mad or sad. 

"Need some help there, honeypie?" "My, if you ever get trouble reaching that shelf, you need to wear some of my heels."

And although Trish is not your sous chef, she is certainly your personal tasting critic, which is an advantage mostly to her. 

"So, what do you think?" "Hm, I liked the caramel on top of the fruit, and it's sour just in the way I love. It's a ten out of ten, honey." 

Brought you some silly clothes like sweaters and shirts with some candy motif and oh, sure, fruity flavored lip gloss. 

Anything for her honeybun~

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[peydawgz]

Strawberry lemon corrected I wanna live a lime from a new pomegranate!!! You watermelon because I love your face

Scene venture design by @tokkitteobokki !!

[mir3n3]

Okay so I made up some recipes for these drinks from @the-astral-express-archive !

Correct me if I’m wrong or provide some tips if you have any!

Sunday:

Alcohol:

• white wine or citrus champagne

• a squeeze of orange

Non-alcohol:

• cloudy apple juice/sparkling apple juice (can be substituted with whatever other white juice there it)

• a squeeze of orange

Recipe but you can make it up

• Get your glass and make sure it’s clean!!!!!

• get your base (alcoholic or non idrc) and get your shaker

• pour around 180ml of your base into your shaker and add a squeeze of orange as well as a few cubes of ice

• pour your mixed drink into your glass and decorate with an orange slice and whatever’s on the rim. Add in a few of the ice cubes from the shaker

• enjoy or throw at your friends

Aventurine:

Alcohol:

• sweet corn wine

• honey

• idk if u wanna be spicy add vodka or whiskey

Non-alcohol:

• once again, apple juice/sparkling apple juice

• sweet corn syrup (optional)

• honey

Recipe

• grab your base and shaker

• pour around 180ml of your base into the shaker

• add a drizzle of honey and shake well to make sure it’s diluted

• (extra for non alcoholic) pour a little (5ml or more) of sweet corn syrup and shake well

• serve into a glass with ice

• decorate with corn/popcorn and honeycomb decals

• enjoy

Robin:

Alcohol:

• orange champagne

Non-alcohol:

• cloudy apple juice/sparkling apple juice (can be substituted with whatever other white juice there it)

• a squeeze of orange

Recipe but you can make it up

• Get your glass and make sure it’s clean!!!!!

• get your base (alcoholic or non idrc) and get your shaker

• pour around 180ml of your base into your shaker and add a squeeze of orange as well as a few cubes of ice

• pour your mixed drink into your glass and decorate with an orange slice and whatever’s on the rim. Add in a few of the ice cubes from the shaker

• enjoy

Acheron:

Alcohol:

• pomegranate champagne

Non-alcohol:

• pomegranate juice/sparkling pomegranate juice

Recipe but you can make it up

• Get your glass and make sure it’s clean!!!!!

• get your base (alcoholic or non idrc) and get your shaker

• pour around 180ml of your base into your shaker and add a few cubes of ice

• pour your mixed drink into your glass and decorate with blackcurrants and a white strawberry. Add in a few of the ice cubes from the shaker

• enjoy or throw at your friends

Firefly:

Alcohol:

• mint green liqueur

• a squeeze of lemon

Non-alcohol:

• figure out the green drink by yourself man idk 😭😭😭😭

• a squeeze of lemon

Recipe but you can make it up

• Get your glass and make sure it’s clean!!!!!

• get your base (alcoholic or non idrc) and get your shaker

• pour around 180ml of your base into your shaker and add a squeeze of lemon as well as a few cubes of ice

• pour your mixed drink into your glass and decorate with a lemon slice and top with whipped cream.

• enjoy or throw at your friends

[sluttyjakewebber]

Strawberry Lemon Corrected ✨✨✨

[ladybirdswritings]

Silken Webs & Pirouettes - Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary: Miguel sees another side of you that he didn’t expect. Ballerina!Reader & CEO!Miguel. Alternate Universe with most of the characters included as seen in "Across the Spiderverse." Many cameos ahead. Miguel is a successful business owner but personality is canon. This is a steamy reader insert, Miguel x You! Enjoy and pls leave me lots of love and comments as it keeps me motivated <333

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nine ,, miguel’s POV

“Didn’t think you were gonna show up, hot shot.”

I didn’t either, Jessica.

The thought only exists in my mind.

The lights are a melting pot of colors and flashes, scent of hard liquor and fancy perfume tangling with my senses. Peter is DJ’ing tonight, as he does every other night of the week. I’d be surprised if he wasn’t, I pay him well.

I’m not happy about my presence in this place in the slightest. No, I don’t like this. I think it’s stupid, a waste of my time. But my girls— they think of me like I’m a god. Their god. I’m rewarding them today.

It’s a Friday. The music is the worst on Fridays. It’s cheap, predictable, unpleasant. It’s pounding in my ears. Jessica, the infuriating woman. She’s enjoying this, I know she is. Enjoying seeing me like this. Out of an element that I own, somehow.

This club, another one of my mindless money-making investments. Just the notion, the idea of my name being attached and slutty women show up to dance—wearing dresses that barely cover their thongs. It amuses me. Unclassy as it is.

Maybe they hold on to hoping I will stop by eventually. They’re lucky today. I never have before.

Pretty girls have flashed me hungry eyes just at the door. Lacy only offered them bittersweet ones back. Vicious girl.

My gaze drifts to the sunshine bathed drink in Jessica’s hand, then to her swollen stomach. I snatch it from her, allowing the cold lemon juice to tangle itself around my tongue. The same tongue that was just buried between Lacy’s legs.

It’s virgin…

The drink, not Lacy.

Jessica sucks her teeth as she grabs it back from me— coconut scented coils bouncing with each movement she makes. She orders me to get my own, and my strawberry blonde toy with a dress that is even more nauseating than the lilac number she wore last I saw her— she’s annoyed.

She’s annoyed often lately. Y me está sacando de quicio.

The girls that I fuck— or have fucked. Their job is to keep quiet. My job is to fuck them. How complicated could that possibly become? Very, with women.

Always an “I love you” or “I want more,” and if none of it? Then they’re brats. Annoying, whiny little brats. My Lacy is lucky, the last girl who sucked her teeth and complained this much got my teeth marks indented into her breasts. Purple and blue for weeks. She enjoyed it. The auburn-haired girl— forgot her name already.

I told her to behave tonight, yet she inserts herself— clearing her throat loudly so a certain COO of mine will hear.

Qué ingenuo…

Jessica only looks her up and down once, her distaste painted on her features as if they’ve been permanently needled in. She won’t say hello to Lacy, she doesn’t need to. None of them do. Yet no matter how many times I tell her that, she still expects it.

Maybe that’s it. That feeling pushing me backwards. Lately it’s as if she expects to be treated like she’s more. She’s not. She’s two heavy breasts and a swollen mouth. That’s all. That’s all they all were. I told them from the beginning, I gave them an out. A choice. They stayed, they fell, they were cut off immediately.

The frustrating thing— her eyes snap up to mine. Waiting. Expecting me to correct Jessica. Qué chistoso. I’d like to keep my balls right where they are.

I narrow my gaze at her. Testing her, speaking without my mouth.

Behave.

The brat, she just sucks her teeth and tugs on my hand. I hate it. That reaction. My dick would shrivel if it could.

No, I want her to submit to my demands or defy in the sweet mischievous way she once charmed me with— not that sour attitude. But god, my Lacy. I don’t want to find another fuck. I don’t have the time and I doubt they’d be just as pretty.

“Let’s go dance.”

She is a smart girl, or rather— she likes to think she is. She brushes off her sour notes as southern sass and nothing more. Her attitude, her demands. I see her, as I see all my women. She’s daddy’s little princess who gets the world and more just by the snap of her fingers. She acts sweeter than she tastes and bats those pretty lashes at me but— it never works the same way it does on her father. I know her core, I’ve tasted it with my tongue. She’s a bitter thing behind all that beauty.

A creature who’s smarter than she acts, at least with me.

But I? I could give less of a shit so long as I have a cock attached to me, one I can shove down her throat to keep her quiet. She looks so pretty like that.

“Ve a bailar, hermosa.”

I don’t offer her an explanation as to why I won’t be going with her. Truthfully, I don’t need to. I’ve seen her dance before, she’s hopeless. Besides, being here is enough effort for me. I’d rather keep morale on a tight leash, right at the bar where I can stare angrily at Jess all night.

Lacy looks ridiculous. Her eyes searching the air for an invisible answer. I tilt my head at her.

Is she having a fucking stroke?

It’s then that I remember— she doesn’t understand me. I hear Jessica stifle her amusement beside me— and I glare at her as I take a seat at the bar. My bar. I need a drink, or seven. I’ve had just the right amount of tonight already.

“Dance.” I demand. It takes her a quick moment to realize that I mean without me. She’s got lemon on her tongue as she storms away from me. Into the sea of people grinding against each other. Nauseating. I never promised her a romantic night.

Jessica fucking Drew, she’s smirking at me as she sips her virgin lemonade.

“Cállate.” I demand. She raises a brow at that, silken skin glistening under my spotlights as she swirls the melting ice round and round in her cup. The bartender, Ben, he’s quick. That’s why he works for me. My bourbon is served swiftly and exactly how I want it to be. He’s trained to do it the way I demand. He’d be fired otherwise. Like that girl.

I take my time, sipping the bitterness from the glass with almost as much attention and care as I put into sipping the cum out of Lacy’s core before we arrived. When I’m ready, I flick my eyes toward the nuisance beside me.

“Has he embarrassed himself yet?”

Peter.

If Jessica is the annoying, whiny, insufferable little bug on my left shoulder? That makes enough room for Peter on my right. He likes to have fun, to party and drink and eat— obviously. I don’t know why we’re friends. But we’ve been, for a long while. He did a trial run at my office— he lasted a week before I had enough. Now he’s here.

I wouldn’t leave him jobless.

Not after all of it.

“Not mister B. Parker. Never him. Actually, it’s been a pretty tame night I’ll say. Oh, just besides the bit where I met little miss Wolverine… y’know, the one with the curls.”

I draw another sip in, just staring at the riddler apparently as I try to decipher what she’s buzzing about now. Her annoying little eyes fall down to my wrist where four nasty marks indent.

Oh…

What?

Infuriating woman. I know she sees the curiosity glaze over my narrowed eyes because she laughs at me, like clockwork.

“Isn’t it just crazy how karma works? Always chomping someone in the ass one way or another. Ahhh yeah, I met her. I like that little vibe she has going, very “the woman freed” couture. She’s cute— looks like she needed a night out. You have that effect on people.”

The woman freed.

I repeat it in my head. It’s funny. Real funny.

Funny if she thinks the woman freed would be dolled up with ribbons and fucking pom poms then yeah— chistoso.

Qué ridículo.

Karma.

I roll my eyes, downing the last bit of my drink before signaling for another.

I think I’ve had my fair share of fucking karma in my life. Maybe even just bad luck. This isn’t karma. Her being here is just…

Hmm…

She’s here.

Realization melts like candle wax against my mind, encasing it with ideas on how to ensure she’ll keep her mouth shut. Keep Jameson quiet so I don’t have to show up to these ridiculous functions for stupid morale.

Maybe a look at her and a tie at the end of the endless pink ribbons she’s wrapped around my brain, and I’ll finally be done with her. Finally forget about that pretty face crying because of me. And not for fun reasons.

“Nu uh tiger, I see that look in your eyes. We don’t need any drama tonight; I’m banning you officially from going anywhere near Ribbons. Sheverine. The woman freed. Her. Anyway— besides, little Lacy might have a cow if you do… maybe the whole farm.”

She sets my idea ablaze before it’s even ripe. My jaw ticks with annoyance as my next drink is slid into my hand.

“I wasn’t planning to.”

I’m lying. She knows I am.

“Oh, is that why you sat up straighter? Or did you just want to look nice and intimidating in case she walks by?”

I huff, taking a swig of the glass that might break if I squeeze it any harder. I keep control of my annoyance.

“You were the one so concerned about her running to that hijo de puta, mi amor. Not me. Just doing you a favor so you can keep your mouth shut.”

Try to keep control of it, at least.

Jessica nods through my words, mocking that she’s paying them any real attention as her fingers swirl the straw round the rim of her cup.

“Hmm, right. Whatever you say el Rico Suave.”

Dios mío. I have to deal with this at a constant.

That doesn’t even-

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Does too.”

“No.”

“You’re just mad cause she’s pretty and you made her sad.”

“No.”

“Or maybe your ego is hurt cause she took a chunk out of your wrist.”

“No.”

“Pretty sure you’re mad cause she totally matrixed you.”

“No!”

“Do you say anything but no?”

“No…. Yes.”

“Why can’t you just swallow your pride and admit that you were wrong.”

“You know why.”

She does. She must remember, finally— because she shrinks, shutting herself up with a sip. Gracias a díos.

I’m not wrong, not ever. I don’t allow wrong to exist in my world. I’m firm. I’m an asshole. I make pretty girls cry when they piss me off but I’m not wrong. I can’t be. Not after Gabby.

Tension wraps around our throats like a wire after my words, squeezing the air to a thin line until man of the fucking hour finally uses the mic he practically begged me to allow him to have.

I was reluctant at first. His shitty pick up lines might scare the girls away. It would be bad for business.

“Alriiiiight, that’s what I like to hear. Now listen, rumor has it that right here, right now in this very moment— there’s a dancing queen among us. Oh yeah, I’m talkin’ full blown ABBA. I’ve seen her, I know you’ve seen her— light man...”

The luminescent spotlight tracks through the shadowed crowd. I know Peter, his methods. Shining the spotlight on a pretty girl brings more business. There’s plenty, tonight. The show is boring.

The crowd cheers in waves, anticipation eating at them like ants until the waves crash against the shore. Loudly. My attention is glued onto my phone, now. Countless emails. So much to do, yet here I am with estúpida one and estúpido two. Though he’s busy on stage, out of my sight.

I scroll through the stuffed inbox with disinterest, ignoring the intense gaze proving to be a method of disrupting my peace beside me. Businessmen, men who believe they’re businessmen. Pricks proposing shitty deals they think I’m too young and stupid to not see through… oh. Something different.

My finger halts above the raven letters. I open it.

Subject: Doing Well.

Good evening Mr. O’Hara, I hope this message finds you well. Sara is well. You were right, she’s responding as we suspected she would. As always, thank you for your contributions. With gratitude,

Blove, Yekaterina

My thumbs shift to type a quick reply, but the sound of lively trumpets distracts me. Dios mío, he’s gone this far with his tactics. Most of the women in here dance like live sardines cased in a can. I doubt they can dance meren—

“No shit. Looks like Ribbons can do more than just claw assholes.”

My eyes snap up immediately, and there she is.

Jessica’s joke from earlier— it comes back to me quick. And it makes sense now.

The woman freed.

No longer are there restrictive ribbons in that wild hair. No, it's loose. Free. It’s free and it’s curly. Not straight, like I believed it was. It’s not neat either, not at all— no. There are still lightning bolts laced around each lock but it’s… belleza.

This girl, she keeps surprising me.

It flows down to her elbows, soft and golden. Why on earth was she wearing it any other way?

And her dress. It fits her snugly, sparkling under my spotlights. It shows me now. She has curves that exist under those suffocating tights— yet although I see them, it leaves room for my imagination to wander. Just how I like it. No more are those awful cardigans covering worn skirts and teddy bear socks. No. She looks— ethereal.

Ahora ha captado mi atención.

Even so far away from me, I see the pink in her cheeks. Is she drunk? She’s giggling, she’s imbalanced. But oh no, not when she begins to dance. Effortlessly, swaying her hips all over my stage— all over Peter.

Unexpected.

“Careful, might bust a vein if you stare too hard.”

I don’t pay the mosquito next to me any attention. No, no my eyes are on her. La bailarina. The dancer.

The way she dances, it proves to me now more than ever that she is a witch. Casting a spell on my eyes because I can’t break away. I’m entranced, intrigued, encapsulated by this moment. By her curves, her dress, that hair. So long. So tug-able.

Maybe my drink has made me feel out of control. Maybe it’s each sway of her hips. But I could give less of a fuck right now about snapping my thoughts back. Because no, right now she’s not the little fawn that fell into my office. Right now she’s la mujer fue liberada and dios mío— can she dance.

It makes sense now, how she understood me when I cursed her in my own tongue. She’s flavorful, a beauty…

I am locked onto her, tracing each and every move with my gaze. Nothing else exists. Not until I feel it. This burning, not warmth— no. Heat. Burning on my skin like a wildfire that can’t be stopped. Those wide, innocent eyes. Gazing right in to mine.

She sees me.

She sees me in this abundant crowd and she looks, afraid. She stumbles, I watch every part. From her whisper to Peter to her descend down my steps.

Closer…

Closer.…

Fuck it.

I’m up on my feet before I give myself a chance to think, before Jessica can stop me. I hear her call after me, it’s faint— it’s not important.

I don’t know what I’m doing, I just know I need her. In some way. Some fucking way. I need to feel in control again, I need to break this spell.

People part when I walk through, they respect my presence here like anywhere else— but there’s so many of them.

“Are you joking? That wasn’t even that good I mean- I could probably do much better!”

Lacy.

She huffs, crossing her arms over her chest like a child as her gaze unfortunately lands upon me. In the crowd, looking for another woman.

Her jaw drops, offended. Appalled.

She spots the witch before I do, and she knocks on her shoulder hard as she storms off. The pathetic, drunk thing. Always seeming to fall right into my arms when I’m nearby. She would’ve kissed the tile, otherwise.

Thank god she didn’t. What a pretty face when it’s not outshined by her lively socks.

I don’t think about Lacy. I don’t think about Jessica or even myself, right now. No. I think about her hair, it’s brushing against the wrist she made bleed.

It’s as soft as I imagined it would be.

My eyes are burning into her, devouring the sight before me. Waiting. Anxiously, excitedly as she straightens— and then?

There it is.

The realization.

Her mouth goes slack, my cock twitches.

Right now, I wanna shove it in there.

She just stares at me— baffled. Behind it? She seems expectant. Awaiting something from me. Anger, I think. It doesn’t come. It’s far from what I feel right now.

The song shifts. I don’t think twice.

I spin her around with one arm. Her back falls against my chest— lifting and falling with each heavy breath I take.

I feel like an animal, biting my tongue. Fighting all the urges I have to rip that pretty little dress off and see her truly free before me. I don’t. I’m gonna take what I can get.

She’s gonna dance with me, now.

Not Peter.

My palms, they make her look like nothing more than a muñequita when she’s in my hands. They trace her sides slow, settling on her hips. I tap them twice.

Dance, baby.

She doesn’t get it.

Oh— oh thats just fine. I’ll be more direct.

“Move.” My voice is deep, guttural. Different.

Wanting.

Stupid thing, maybe she’s too drunk or maybe she’s too nervous. She walks away from me. I tug her right back.

“Not like that, cariño.” I murmur into her golden hair. It smells of sweet things. Strawberries, palo santo. Qué rica…

It takes her a moment, I wait patiently. She gets it soon enough.

Good, good girl.

Those hips. Those enchanting hips follow the rhythm in a mesmerizing set of figure eights and steps forward and back. Who taught her how to do this? I want to teach her more. So, so much more.

I feel her movements with my hands upon her hips, each dip and bend— each one, I follow them. Chasing this sudden, unexpected high that she’s given me. I can’t explain it right now, nor can I understand it. I don’t need to. Not now. Not yet.

Oh, fuck.

She’s relaxed when she dances, the tension melting into nothingness as I brush my warm palms up— past those perky breasts I gaze down at from above her. Past her postured shoulders, down her arms until her hands are clasped in my own. I lead her, now. Moving in unison with her.

I’m in control.

Even so? I feel like I’ve gone fucking crazy.

Quizás me he vuelto loco— pero dios mío…

The way she’s grinding that sweet little ass back and forth against my cock? It is the perfect amount of morale that I’ve been needing.

Isn’t that her job, anyways?

The song punches bass into our ears. Not my first choice at all but right now I don’t care, it’s not in my mind. Right now I just want to dance. With her. Take out all my frustration, all my anger and annoyance with her. Her defiance, her inability to leave my mind, all the headaches she’s caused me this week— it’s melting away with each brush of her ass again my cock.

She moves effortlessly, so naturally. So good.

Qué bonita.

I need to see that pretty face. I can’t stop myself. I twirl her again, her eyes stay cast down. Avoiding.

She’s intimidated by me.

My cock twitches again.

Maybe her mind fears me, but her body just doesn’t. It responds to my hands like it’s mine.

My grasp falls to her hips, moving with them. Lost in her, lost in this. In the strawberry, the palo santo and the sways. The wild hair, the innocent eyes, the fuck—

She looks at me again.

Suddenly, the air is thick again. Filling my mind with sense as oxygen returns to me.

She comes to.

So do I.

Qué diablos estoy haciendo?

It’s the first thought I have, but it’s not enough to make me stop. It’s enough for her, though.

I’m not the first to step back, no— I’m sure I still look like I want to devour her in front of all these people. She stumbles back.

She looks sick with herself.

Mierda.

Another story for Jameson to run.

Her eyes scan me once over, checking to be sure I’m real I assume before she runs off. The room fades back into my sight as the song ends. As do my actions.

Dios mío— what have I done?

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[nogenderbee]

Chapstik challange with Akito, Toya, Tsukasa, Rui

TagList: @bleachtheidiot - come get your boys~

@vodka-glrl - come get your ginger tsundere~

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@alicewinterway18 - come get your future star!

⊱ when you first suggested that to Akito, he told you that it's stupid and he won't even try it

⊱ although with enough forcing asking, he'll finally agree, not thinking much of it which he regrets later

⊱ once you get all the chopsticks ready, he realizes that he'll have to kiss you to guess the flavor and he does his best to not start blushing

⊱ he'll actually do his best and tries to guess it accurately but somehow he just can't focus on the flavor because of how emberrassed it is

⊱ you can give him the easiest flavor and he'll say something completely different

⊱ if he looses too much, he'll definitely say that he doesn't want to play anymore and the two of you should simply so something else

"It must be mango, right?"

"It's strawberry..."

"This game is stupid! Let's go out and not do this stupid challange!"

⊱ if he feels determinated today tho, he'll actually keep trying his best but will eventually give up on 3rd try either way

⊱ if you ever mention it, he'll say that he doesn't remember anything like that or that it was once and he was just tired

⊱ Toya at first doesn't even know what it is but once he hears it, he agrees out of curiosity

⊱ he doesn't look when you apply or prepare chopsticks since he doesn't want to cheat

⊱ the thought of kissing you to win isn't really emberrassing to him, he thinks it's normal for couples to kiss and if it has to do with fun game then he'll kiss you even happier

⊱ he's surprisingly really good at guessing flavors, you literally can give him the most hardest and complicated flavor, and he'll guess it by just one smooch

"Is it raspberry-mint soda candy flavor?"

"Uh... yeah... how did you got it?! Are you cheating?"

"I just recognized the taste."

⊱ he's really being honest about it so just add some extra kisses for this boy as a reward for playing fair and winning

⊱ he'll actually tell about his experience himself if someone asks him since he doesn't have anything to be ashamed of

⊱ he'll definitely ask you someday after that if you want to repeat this little game

⊱ Tsukasa hears about it but was never really interested in rules and how it works so he also doesn't know what it is at first

⊱ once you explain it to him tho, he's a little flustered but still decided to do it because true star never rejects a challange

⊱ once you start getting chopstick ready, he's getting nervous

⊱ and when it's finally time for him to kiss you, his face is in all shades of red

⊱ he kisses you so fast that he probably can't even recognize the taste but still says that it's enough for him

"Umm... is it... watermelon?"

"No... that's totally not it. Do you want to have another taste?"

"No! No! No! Let's just move onto the next one! Or maybe we should go out instead?"

⊱ he suggests ending challange and instead going out somewhere after first chopstick, not because he didn't liked kissing you, he's just too flustered to keep doing it

⊱ if you continue tho, he'll try to win at least one since a true star should win but after some loosing, he gives up

⊱ this little flirt knows well what it is and what's it about, in fact Rui probably suggests it himself

⊱ but if you ask him that first, he'll immediately agree with iconic smirk on his face

⊱ he really doesn't guess a single bit what the flavor is and goes complete opposite way

⊱ although fact that he doesn't tell you correct answer doesn't mean that he doesn't know it

⊱ truth is, he recognizes the flavor immediately but just decided to not tell you and instead ask you for more kisses so he can finally guess correctly

"It's lemon, right?"

"It's completely not it! I'll maybe give your easier flavor..."

"No need, I'll get it eventually. Just let's kiss once more and see if this time I'll be able to figure it out!"

⊱ he kisses you for so long that it's basically impossible that he couldn't taste it well

⊱ if you catch him tho, he'll admit it without any shame saying that since it's figure out, you might as well keep kissing

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[necrophilejukai]

strawberry lemon corrected I wanna live a life from a new prospective

[tianasimstreehouse]

Recipes Masterlist - Ongoing: Prepped Ingredients Masterlist

Please check below for updated recipes (now with the option to cook with the Prepped Ingredients of the Chef Hustle pack). I also took the opportunity to correct some categorisations, fix a few other bits and bobs, and add in some new recipe interactions of my own 🥰

(In black are the recipes that are still on my list to update):

Breakfast Banana Pancakes Blueberry Pancakes Waffles & Berry Waffles Tomatoes on Toast Greek Yoghurt Honey Crumpets

Desserts Lemon Poppyseed Cake Little Clouds Cake Stork & Baby Cake Black Forest Gateau Ice Cream Cake Strawberries & Cream Swiss Roll Lemon Tart Chocolate Tart Raspberry Tartlets Kiwi Tartlets Peach Pie Pecan Pie

To be updated... Pizza Margherita Spaghetti with Meatballs Lasagne Chicken Fajitas Beef Fajitas Shrimp and Grits Meatloaf Egg Salad Sandwiches U.F.O Jam Sandwiches Cucumber Gazpacho Swiss Cheese Roasted Chestnuts

[ciggiestash]

strawberry lemon corrected I wanna lemon lime from a new perspective