#OR FRY IN ALREADY HOT OIL

[eyeofnewtblog]

Things that happen at home:

Circa ten years ago

My dad: Hey! I got promoted!

Me and my mom:….ok but what is actually appropriate? Balloons. Helium is too expensive. All the frozen organic beef in the second freezer because dad is from a ranch family! Yes! We will cook! Meatballs buttered noodles, and meatloaf, lots of onions and maple syrup!

My dad: I’m going hunting as a celebration, I’ll be back with my filled antelope tag in a week and a half

My mom: Well, that solves that problem.

Me, a college student at the time: I literally have two pounds of potatoes, what do I do with this?

My mom: if you honestly can’t remember all the recipes I taught you, call my mom and dad for help. Do you…no, here’s the house phone, they’re going to love walking you through everything. Why are you asking Irish immigrants and their descendants for potato recipes? I love you sweetheart. I love you so much.

Me, now, looking at a potato: Who’s the bitch now? I can flay you seven ways from Sunday. You’re going to look like shit but taste amazing. Fuck yeah. Or you. Eh.

#humans are space orcs #potatoes #things that happen at home #potatoes are really really easy #oil or cream or butter #little bit of salt #45 minutes at 350 f and a golden brown crust #OR FRY IN ALREADY HOT OIL #deep fried #deep fried everything #murica #No seriously deep fry it its honestly golden and crispy and crunchy and wonderful

[frogchiro]

i love ur brain oml 😭😭😭😭 ur octo!könig stuff id fantastic i just wanna eat it all up. i feel like we need a comedic sequence of peeling off könig (bc ur cooking or something and dont wanna hurt him) and before u can make it anywhere he has latched onto another part of you (like ur leg instead of arm) and its just peeling and dropping him and peeling and dropping until u just give up and he's purring all happy n stuff

Please it would be so cute😭

Imagine that you want to cook/fry something and König is latched onto his usual spot on your tit watching and observing carefully how you chop all the ingredients and add a variety of seasonings, he's fascinated by it all, he never saw something like that!!

But you can't help but be worried; you sure appreciate your little friend being so invested in making a vegetable and chicken stir fry but you can't help but worry for him. While you know he will most likely just stay latched onto your breast and observe from under your shirt you're still afraid that some hot oil or water will crackle and burn him and with König being a...semi-aquatic creature you don't want to hurt him! So the only thing to do was to get him to unlatch himself from you and observe from a distance; if only it was as easy to do.

'König sweetheart please, you have to let go' you say with a slight breathlessness to your voice as you try and tug the octopus away. König on the other hand only narrows his eyes and makes a grumble like noise, vibrating slightly and stubbornly sticking even closer to your arm. Why are you trying to remove him?! You already got him to let go of the perfectly comfortable spot on your boob, then he oh so graciously transferred to your shoulder and now you try and tug him away too?? Why? :((

After another 20 minutes of wrestling with the offending octo, his angry flapping and him attaching himself you your arm, then thigh and ending up on your back, you gave up.

'O-okay König, you win. I wont try to pry you away, I promise but please be careful okay? I don't want you to get hurt by me cooking' you finally muttered while panting but you still smiled nonetheless as you felt a happy wiggle and the familiar vibration of König's purr.

After that Köning happily returned to his designated place inside your shirt and attached himself back to your tit. So you were worried about him!! That'a why you were so keen of having him let go!! He'd be so stupidly happy about it bless him😭

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #i love octo könig :(( #cod mw x reader #cod x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader

[xinamie]

🥟 — dumplings & dimples.

pairing: kung lao x gn! reader

summary: owning a food cart has its fun days, especially when that cute customer comes by. ♡

tags: flirting, fluff

The dumpling dealer — that's what younger customers called you. Apparently, they even spread that title amongst their peers which is why you had swarms of them waiting in line almost every other day. Xiao long bao, or soup dumplings, were the most popular! There was no secret recipe or ingredient though, you just made them with time, patience, and lots of care.

Someone seemed to disagree, however, wanting to know all your secrets. You could see the wide brim of his hat at the end of the line, most likely praying to that one benevolent lord he talked about. There was nothing to worry for as you always kept his favorite dumplings in stock. It was tradition at this point.

When he finally reached you, a grin stretched across his face as he ducked his head under the cover of your cart. His eyes immediately darted across all the steamer baskets before they settled on you, the corners crinkling in glee.

"Well, if it isn't my baobei..." He would joke every single time, the term of endearment being a play on words for the items on your menu. And without fail, he would receive an eye roll followed by that smile he grew to adore so very much.

No other words were necessary as you packed up his usual order, but of course it wasn't quiet for long.

"Don't forget the extra ch—"

"Chili oil on the side, yes, I know."

His lips curled into a satisfied expression as you poured the delicious spice into a little bag. As you twisted the plastic to secure the juice, Kung Lao couldn't help but speak up again. One of his arms leaned onto your cart, though he kept a respectable distance while you worked.

"Ready to spill your secret? Madam Bo said you told her, so why not me?"

There really was nothing special about your cooking, but the man could be pretty adamant at times. For him to keep coming to this same stall, there had to be a reason why and you just assumed it was for recipe leeching. At least, that's what he made it seem on most visits. Handing him his prepared meal, you shot him a look that he was familiar with.

"Fine, how about a date then?"

That was— certainly new. He held the bags with one hand while the other placed more than enough funds to cover his order into your money jar. A steaming hot bao was already in his mouth as he raised a brow, waiting for your answer.

"You're joking, right?"

A muffled noise escaped him, vaguely hearing a nuh uh in the middle of his snack. He then swallowed the dumpling properly, leaning forward to tap the tip of his finger against the visor you wore for food safety. A huff escaped you as you leaned back, trying to understand his motives here. All you received was a chuckle, the low tone rumbling from his chest and feeling as if it entered yours.

"Your time wouldn't be wasted, you know. Give me a chance." His words were buffed by his own secret weapon, those damned dimples, on full display just for you. It was one of his features that had always attracted you and by the look on his smug face, he knew it too.

A much more boisterous laugh came out of the man as he swiveled around, waving a dumpling in the air.

"The main fountains, tomorrow evening. Say... seven? See you then!"

He left without confirmation, a heavy sigh parting your lips as you watched his back. There wasn't much time to think about it as more customers demanded your attention.

If anyone asked, it was all the steam and pan frying that got you all heated!

☆

a/n: omfg i thought tumblr deleted my draft and i almost cried but hiii first fic! sorry if it's lame jfjeirkekdb

#mk1 x reader #kung lao x reader #mk1 kung lao x reader #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat kung lao x reader #xinamie writes

[gabessquishytum]

I'm on something of a mob run right now,,,sorry 😉😝

Hob is the live-in chef for mob boss Dream; and during a home invasion attempt on Dream and bb!Orpheus's lives, Hob protects them with extreme skill..... he might have killed at least one guy with an appetizer.

👊🏽

Hob used to be a hitter - he could (still can) take down a room of guys without breaking a sweat. But he got tired of the fists, knives and gun life, he wanted to use his hands for good, nurturing things, so he cooks now.

Granted working for a high profile mobster isn't safe, but that just means that Hob can handle himself if stuff goes down. Besides, when he needed a cooking job Death found him this one, and he owed her - so working for her grieving baby brother squares them and is easy enough.

Morpheus Endless has it rough, so Hob can understand how feeding himself is low on his priority list - he's on essentially a forced paternity leave (from the mob. He lost the mother of his infant son in child birth and he can't really trust anyone else to take care of him. (There have been some rumblings that someone might be out to get him.)

So Hob cooks for him and as they are getting to know one another, Hob helps with cutie little Orpheus.

Hob doesn’t think much of it when Jessamy and Mathew both have tasks that remove them from the house and property (he packs them their preferred breakfast sandwich and waves them off); he's busy prepping and planning dinner so initially misses when the guard shift change doesn’t happened; but he notices the sounds of gunshots too close to the front of the house to be anything but purposeful. He gets upstairs and pushes Dream and Orpheus into the panic room then goes back down to see what's going on.

He will protect his new friend, and family, and if unfortunately, dinner is a little late because that pan of hot oil was used to fry a face instead of french fries.....that's on the idiots who broke into Hob's kitchen.

Love this!!! It definitely gives me vibes for a slice of life story where ex-enforcer Hob uses his renowned skill with knives to cut veggies instead of bodies. Along the way he naturally falls in love with his new boss and the absolutely adorable lil Orpheus, who loves sitting on the counter and watching Hob making yummy food.

Just imagine Hob in his frilly apron with his hair tied up in a bun, maybe with a hairnet (he takes food standards seriously). He's got one of his massive knives that wouldn't look out of place in a butchery. He's poured grease onto the floor so the attackers have all slipped on their butts, and one of them has a massive black eye already forming because Hob threw a whole rotisserie chicken at them then followed it up with a dozen baking potatoes. Jessamy and Matthew are already speeding back to the residence, but Hob doesnt really need the help. He's warned the home invaders that he doesn't want to waste his nice sharp knives on them, but he will.

The story of how Mr Hob killed a man with a potato becomes Orpheus's favourite bedtime story from then on (Dream added a few embellishments, the guy didn't actually die). And Hob is well rewarded for his loyalty to his new family - at a candlelit dinner after all the mess has been cleaned up, Dream kisses his chef in shining armour, and politely asks him to stay. Forever.

#the sandman #dreamling #chef hob

[drivinmeinsane]

Winter Break ※ 12 Days of Goosemas

Day Three ※ Henry Letham / Reader

{12 Days of Goosemas Masterlist} ※ {Regular Masterlist} ※ {ao3}

※ Summary: During winter break, Henry decides to take you to meet his parents for the first time.

※ Rating: No mature content.

※ Content/Tags: Hurt/Comfort. Self Harm Scars Mentioned, Canon Divergence - Henry Lives, College Student!Reader, Not Entirely Reliable Narrator, Established Relationship

※ Word count: 1924

※ Status: Oneshot/Complete

There is a repetitive sound in the room when you wake up, the dry rasping of graphite over paper. You know without looking that Henry is beside you on the bed. The weight of his observing stare pins you in place like a physical touch. You’re sure that he has likely been sketching you for a while. One of his hands reaches out to adjust the way the blanket drapes over your body.

You peer at the clock resting on the floor beside the mattress, staying still while he manipulates the cloth however he wants. It is already past noon. Usually, the both of you would be on campus by now, but winter break allows for small luxuries. No early morning and a lull in assignments feels almost decadent. 

“Good morning,” you say, fighting to speak through your yawn.

“‘Morning,” Henry returns, closing his sketchbook in favor of giving you a less remote kind of attention. He drops it onto the floor before sliding back under the covers to wrap an arm around your waist. You trace the spaces between the cigarette burns on his forearm as though you are an ancient astronomer mapping the constellations.

Just when you are on the cusp of falling back asleep, Henry speaks. His breath blows hot against your shoulder. “I guess we ought to get going, huh?”

You sigh in response, knowing that he is not wrong. There are only so many hours of daylight left and the two of you need to squeeze in a visit to his parents today. You have never met them before and Henry wants to make the trip to go see them, complete with something cooked at home.

Electing to officially start the day Henry rolls away and gets to his feet. You do the same, following him to the living room. While he steps out for a brief smoke, you beeline to the kitchen to start gathering up the ingredients. You are just setting the carton of eggs on the counter when he comes back inside and wedges himself next to you in the narrow space. He immediately starts helping by peeling and grating the potatoes while you dice the onions. Henry heats up a frying pan of oil on the stove, and you set to mixing the shredded potatoes, onion, flour, and eggs together. He begins frying the mixture after dropping sizable dollops of it into the pan. He doesn’t flinch when beads of hot oil hit his bare arm, just watches the food fry with a pair of tongs in his hand. 

As he keeps a close eye on the cooking process, you silently check in with him by running a hand down the knobs of his spine. He nods in response, letting you know he is alright for now. Slightly more at ease, you ready a plate with a folded paper towel and set it on the counter by the stovetop. You do the same with a tupperware container. It will help to drain the excess oil off of the latkes as he takes them out of the frying pan and when you move them off the plate for transport.

He and his mom had made them together every year while his dad busied himself with setting up the chessboard for a lengthy post-dinner game. Henry told you the previous day that it would not feel right to visit empty handed. A last minute dash to the grocery store following that conversation had helped put today’s plan in motion.

You observe him while he cooks, your hands itching for a pen and a piece of paper. Henry is the kind of person that makes you want to write about him, to let endless streams of consciousness flow onto a page. Those feelings made a home in you ever since you saw him hunched over his sketchbook on the floor in between classes. The two of you had quietly observed each other for weeks until you had finally approached him when you needed a partner for an assignment in your only shared class that semester. He had been shy and withdrawn, not at all like he is with you now. 

Coming out of your musings, you move to your partner’s side and begin transferring the latkes. Henry turns the burner off and sets the pan on another to cool down when he scoops up the last of them with the tongs. Now that the cooking is out of the way, the two of you get ready together. You do not dare to leave Henry alone right now, not when he is so vulnerable. Like a stubborn shadow, you will be stuck to his side for the foreseeable future. Thankfully, the next semester is a couple more weeks away. 

With a few hours of daylight left, you both get into Henry’s inherited SUV. He shoves a Radiohead CD into the player almost immediately after starting the vehicle, not able to bear the ambient silence right now. He turns the dial so that it is low enough to be considered background noise. You’re just able to hear the opening lyrics to Airbag over the sound of the vehicle. The tupperware container in your lap is hot, almost burning you through your pants during the start of the half hour drive to New Jersey. The chessboard and its pieces rattle noisily in their case on the back floorboard. The drive is mostly filled with conversation about an upcoming literature class that you will both be attending for the spring semester. Since you first met in freshman year, you have tried to share one class a semester. It gives the two of you something to look forward to during the day.

It is not until you are only a streetlight away from the destination when your nerves finally get the best of you. You turn to your boyfriend with a sheepish smile. “I’m a little nervous,” you admit.

“Don’t be. Mom and Dad are gonna love you. Promise.” He takes his hand off of the Ford Exploror’s steering wheel and offers you his pinky.

You hook yours around his and yelp as he clamps his finger onto it and draws your hand down towards his knee. He lets you go as soon as you make contact with the top of his thigh. You press your palm into the meat of it. The gnarled scar tissue arching across the top of it is apparent even through the material of his pants. You idly trace your fingers over the ridges, soothing you both with the repetitive motion. 

“We’ve got three minutes until we pull up. You’re gonna be fine.” He laughs a little and drums his hands on the steering wheel to the music playing on the radio. “Bet you would steal the title for favorite family member.”

You feel tears sting your eyes and you squeeze his leg. “Unlikely. I’ve heard you talk about them a lot. You’re their boy, Henry. That doesn’t change.”

The other college student just nods. Mahlus Gardens is just ahead on the left and flipping the signal on, he makes the turn through the gate onto the narrow drive. He leans forward, scanning for the right lot. Upon locating it, he slows to a stop. He angles the tires and pulls the parking brake. You sit in silence before he steels himself and unbuckles your seatbelt, letting the material start sliding across your chest. He undoes his as well and drops out of the SUV. He loops around to your side and pulls the door open before you can reach the handle. He skims a fingertip over the bridge of your nose and steps back to let you stand at his side so he can close the door. He snags the chess set out of the back before taking your hand. 

Together, you walk through the grass. One of your hands holding Henry’s and the other carrying the tupperware container. Finally Henry finds the right spot and comes to a stop. Beside you, he takes a shaky breath and lets go of your hand to drop into a squat. You kneel beside him.

“Mom, Dad, this is my partner. ‘Thought we'd stop by. The first night of Chanukah is tonight, and I…” He breaks off, almost curling into himself. You pick up the conversation in his stead.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Letham. It’s nice to meet you.” At your side, you hear Henry let out a small sob and swipe at his face. You put your hand on his back and rub it soothingly. “You’ve raised a wonderful son.”

You both sit on the lawn across from one another and settle in. You place the tupperware in the middle and Henry takes out two latkes and places them side by side in front of the family gravemarker. Henry sets up for a game of chess. As you play, you eat despite neither of you having much of an appetite. The food is comforting though, enough so that Henry manages to relax. He tells stories about his childhood, filling in for his parents, embarrassing stories and all. In return, you talk about how the two of you met. You share some of the best moments you have had with their son. It is bittersweet. An ache settles in your chest.

Once the sun is finally starting to tap the horizon, Henry calls a close to the match, you’ve been locked in a stalemate for the last half of it anyway. Your fingers brush as you jointly put away the game. He stands and dusts his pants off before offering you a hand up. You allow him to help you to your feet. Before making the journey back to the vehicle, Henry rests his hand on the stone for a moment. 

“Bye, Mom, Dad.” He makes no promises to be back. 

You are the one who drives back to the apartment. Henry looks out the window the entire time, biting at the sides of his fingers. He looks wrung out, on the cusp of screaming or crying. Maybe both. There is a reason you both had decided to save the visit until the break. Going to class and managing emotions would have been difficult. This is Henry’s first Chanukah without his parents. There was no way of knowing that the previous one would end up being the last.

You put the Explorer in park once you pull into the crowded parking lot of your apartment complex and tap his arm. He follows you to the door, emotionally exhausted. The tupperware container goes in the fridge and once you vacate the kitchen, you meet Henry at the window. The Shamash is in his hand as he looks down at his family menorah. It was one of the only things he had kept that belonged to his family. It was passed down through his father’s side for generations. You had painstakingly helped him clean and polish it the night before, a task he and his dad used to do together every December.

Once at his side, you pick up the lighter resting on the window ledge next to the menorah. You flick the wheel. It lights in a smooth motion, flame steady. You offer it to Henry. He tilts the candle and holds the wick in the fire until it ignites. You stand at his side in silent support as he wets his lips with a swipe of his tongue. He shakily starts to recite the blessings, tears running down his face.

#12 days of goosemas #stay (2005) #stay 2005 #henry letham #henry letham x reader #henry letham fanfiction #stay 2005 fanfiction #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling fanfiction #.my work #.my posts

[strayflowersstarsandlove]

Okonomyaki (leeminho)

The ache on your lower back and in between your legs really doesn't stop you from climbing on top of the chair and reach for the highest shelve in your cupboard so you can retrieve your two favourite mugs. Because that glorious first sip of coffee after a rather rough night deserves to be from the silliest Pikachu mug or else it is wasted. You grab the bright yellow Pokémon shaped mug and another pink one with a little silver enamel owl depicted on the side, and then turn on both the electric kettle and your coffee machine so you can make yourself coffee and tea for Minho.

Minho. Just thinking of him sends shivers down your whole body, the vivid pictures of your intense night still burning in the back of your head, your muscle memory still making your arms and your legs twitch a little. God. He was a fucking God. He literally looked like some Greek statue of a divinity, he ravaged you in the best way possible. You could not stop thinking about him and and the way his arms muscles flexed and throbbed and the strain and effort on his face giving way to the utter bliss as soon as he relieved himself and the wild look in his eyes and the sounds he made and the way his veins popped to the surface of his skin on his arms and hands as he gripped you and - the loud whistle of the kettle signaling the water's boiling over abruptly makes you snap out of your daydreaming. You chuckle to yourself as you shake your head, only now realizing you were gripping the edge of your kitchen counter for no apparent reason, and proceed to pour the hot water in the pink mug with the little tea bag hanging from it.

After filling up your cup with coffee you sit on the counter top and gently stir the warm, delicious liquid mixing in with the little splash of milk you had preheventively poured in as well, and as soon as you put down the metallic spoon on the marbled surface of your counter you hear light footsteps coming down the hall and soon enough Minho enters the kitchen, still damp hair from the morning shower, a soft smile and tired eyes as he acknowledges you, his stare quickly taking in you just sitting there in just a pair of boy shorts and one of his plushy cardigans he must've left behind sometime ago, "good morning, I made you some tea", you greet him lazily, pointing at the pink steaming cup near the sink, "Oh, tea but no food? You're a princess aren't you? Not just a pillow princess, a real, proper one", he says smirking, picking up the cup with one hand and placing the other on your exposed thigh, then leaning in to kiss you as you giggle and nuzzle against his face, tasting the minty toothpaste on his tongue, breathing in the aftershave and shampoo scent lingering on him, "I'll make us some quick breakfast, are Japanese scallion pancakes okay?", he asks politely and you nod enthusiastically, your mouth already watering in anticipation.

You're not sure if your boyfriend is more skilled in bed or in the kitchen, he moves so swiftly and with so much confidence it seriously makes you question just where and when he learned to be so fucking good in both fields. Alright maybe you were feeling just a little too needy for him, like you just could not get enough of him. He got you wrapped around his finger like that and you secretely loved it. You stare in awe, quietly sipping on your now cold coffee as Minho whips up the eggs and flour in a bowl, his trained arms making fast progress on the batter, his veins bulging out as he cuts up the scallion, his strong hands pressing down the blunt, smooth edge of the knife as he chops up his ingredients and expertly flings them in the frying pan. There's just something about his prominent muscles and his black tshirt moving against his torso as he sautees the pancakes, flipping them up and down with just a twist of his wrist, the focused look on his face as he checks the fire and oil crackling around the food: "those look incredible, you look incredible, you know that?".

You chew on the inside of your lip, eyeing your breakfast being elegantly plated right in front of you as Minho smirks, he cleans up the edges of your plate with a paper napkin and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively," mmh thank you sweet cheeks", he stands in between your legs dangling from the counter and then cuts up a piece of pancake and feeds you, placing his arms at your sides so you're basically trapped in between him and the counter, he stares at you expectantly, his lips slightly parted and his eyes intent on your face, "mas-iss-eo? Is it delicious?". An explosion of flavour and earthy richness settles in your mouth and you nod frantically, your eyes almost rolling to the back of your head as to emphasize just how good it tastes, "I'm hiring you as my private chef, these are just as incredible as they looked", you finally say after swallowing down the last piece of food. Minho clicks his tongue on his palate and cuts up another piece of pancake, stabbing it with the fork and bringing it up to your lips, "are you not gonna eat breakfast with me? ", you ask confusedly and he smriks again, directly placing the food in your mouth and then proceeding to kiss your jugular right as you swallow, "oh I am gonna eat. I'm just having a little appetizer first",he whispers along your collarbone which he kisses ever so slowly.

You wish you had the time to react but before you can even realise it Minho is pulling down your cardigan in one swift, super fast move, leaving your bare skin exposed and in the direct line of his eyes which become big and black and hungry by the second, his hands squeeze your breasts in a firm but not painful grip as an exhilarated sound escapes his lips, "you have the best boobs in town I fucking swear", he groans, his mouth then quickly finding your nipples which he sucks on avidly. You gasp. Thankfully you had already swallowed your food or else you would have probably spit out at least two pieces of scallion as the air leaves your lungs and you instinctively reach froward for him. Your run your fingers through the silky soft tufts of his dark brown hair that he had been growing out a little longer and you absolutely love it, particularly so when he buries his whole face in your chest and it tickles your ribcage.

You tingle. You start to tingle all over as he works his mouth and his tongue on you, his hands now pressing down your thighs to keep you as still as possible even when you pant and squirm and try to press yourself against him, "Min-", you breathe out, feeling your cheeks burning up and your lower insides throb, "you can eat, I don't mind", he mumbles, still not really detaching his mouth from you , his hands blindly reaching for the fork and platter that clink against the counter, and you find yourself chuckling, your eyes closing in delight as you savor this random outburst of lust and love and hunger and think you could easily get used to this.

#bang chan #changbin #hanjisung #hyunjin #jeongin #lee felix #lee know #lee minho #seungmin #stray kids #Straykids #han jisung #skz minho #stray kids x reader #Stray kids x reader #skz imagines #stray kids x reader smut #stray kids imagines #skz blurb #skz blurbs

[bonefall]

'Ello, found your BB AU a couple days ago and am already heavily immersed in it asdvcsdv

Iirc WindClan (maybe others but esp them) uses flax as a building material, and linseed oil in some cases? How do they handle the possibility of the linseed oil just. exploding/catching on fire?

Had another thing to ask. too but my brain went yeet with it so sdsfsd if i remember I'll come back XD

Linseed oil has to get really hot to self-ignite and be surrounded by flammable things like rags and kindle to cause damage. The notoriously low flashpoint of linseed oil is caused by a metal salt catalyst, which Clan cats don't use. RAW, normal oil without a catalyst has a flashpoint around 200F/93C.

This is also, remember, really far north geographically. 100F/38C is recordbreaking heat in this area, only seen a handful of times through history including now. This place is cold; on average you're looking at a winter temp of 40F/5C and a summer temp of 60F/16C.

Flax and its products have been used for tens of thousands of years (stone age!) by various cultures and it's not like they were constantly spontaneously combusting. Linseed's combustibility is one of those things that is both a modern problem, and gets played up to alarm people lmao.

SO to answer the question directly, they deal with it with basic fire safety. You're not allowed to bake or fry alone unless you're a well-trained warrior. They also work with the oil in sandy areas, to kick up dirt if there happens to be a greasefire. For anything treated with linseed oil, like shawls or construction, the flashpoint is simply not a problem.

#Clan culture #flax #linseed oil #Better bones au

[kmenkea]

Bloodlust - Part 4 "A night of passion"

Summary: For the first time in days, Astarion and Leeith have an evening free from any burden; an evening they'll spend in each other's cold embrace, laying on a pretty clearing in the forest.

Content: NSFW chapter. (finally) pretty tame sex and a bit of orgasm denial/teasing (the real kinky stuff will come later, dw, I just think their relationship needs to develop more for that). Blood sucking because, you know, hot.

Please comment and tell me what you think or if you have any critiques.

Word Count: 5.5k

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Leeith was in charge of cooking that evening at camp. A few pans were in front of her, frying fresh water fish with a side of mushrooms and carrots. A few times already, someone had jokingly asked if poison was her people's special spice or if she could serve antidotes instead of wine and beer. She really wanted to throw some broken glass in the dinner, since that could kill everyone without it being technically poison, but she still needed her companions. No mass killings today, unfortunately. 

Besides, she wanted to enjoy eating the food she prepared: in the underdark she only had two choices, either go to a tavern where no one had ever heard of her - pretty hard since she led a group of criminals - or learn how to cook. Any other food was probably laced with poisons and it was better to starve and be safe. 

After sunset, everyone got round the campfire for dinner. They inspected their dishes and smelt them conspicuously, except for Karlach and Lae’zel, who ate without a fuss. The drow kept smiling at her companions, explaining the properties of different poisonous mushrooms they had in the underdark, but a certain sense of resentment and loneliness flared up her bile, turning into anger. Sure, she did play into the stereotypes of her people sometimes, especially against her enemies, but not once she had laid a finger against her party, except for Gale, who really only got threatened. If this was going to last much longer, filling up the food of whoever crossed her with poison would be the least she was going to do. 

She glanced at each and everyone of her companions, studying them as they drank and laughed. Few had done nothing to cross her, but it was probably just a matter of time before they too, would betray her trust in some way. It was better to be ready to act and free herself of dead weight before they’d try to cut her in half or make her head explode… or place a dagger in her throat. Astarion was staring at her from behind the fire with a knowing smirk. He wasn’t eating for obvious reasons, but still partook in conversation. 

He wasn’t trustworthy either. His personality would have fit well in the underdark, so sly and agile, the perfect backstabber. Leeith smiled back at him. He was fun though, so he would get a pass for the time being. 

The first to leave the gathering was Lae’zel, who wanted to be ready for the morning, then Shadowheart, after finishing a last cup of wine. Gale, Wyll and at last Karlach went away to take care of things in their tents. Leeith remained in front of the fire pit, readying her small alchemy set. Along with her was the vampire, who was lost with his eyes pointed up, stargazing. For a while, she ignored him, getting ingredients ready in different little pots, glancing between the notes and a small scale to weigh the right amount of herbs and oils. Only when everything was put over coals to heat up gently, did she sit beside the vampire. He noticed her presence getting closer and twisted his head to look at her. There wasn't an expression on his face, neither happiness nor rage. 

"How are you feeling, Astarion?" She crossed her legs, showing him a gentle smile. 

"I'm brooding. Nights like this are made for reliving the best moments of your life." If he was sad or genuine, she couldn't tell. 

"Don't you get enough of that in your trance?" She giggled a bit to ease the atmosphere.

"You see, my memories are not what you could call… charming, darling. But they are quite striking." He didn't seem to pay much mind to what he said, waving his hands in the air like a drama actor. Leeith shrugged: telling him to just remember other things while trancing probably wasn't the greatest advice she could give, so she was left with the next best solution after ignoring the problem.

"Want to get drunk again tonight? Properly this time. And then you can try to beat me at a knife throwing competition." She made the knife spin in the air, the blade still stained in green from some alchemy ingredient. Before she could catch it again, Astarion snatched it by the blade, pointing its handle towards her. 

"I had something better in mind." He sat up to get closer to her. His voice was lower both in tone and volume.

"And what might that be?" She returned a coy little grin, leaning towards him. 

"It's a quiet evening for once. Perfect for two people who want to take some time for themselves, if you catch my meaning." He caressed her jaw with just one finger, lingering for a few seconds on the soft flesh connecting her head and neck. "And I do mean sex, to be clear. We've been waiting long enough." He laughed, letting go of her. Leeith smirked: if it was up to her, she would have already jumped, pin him to the ground and taken her pleasures. A glance around the camp changed her mind.

"Alright, but where will we go?" She held his hand, feeling his cold skin under her thumb.

"Let's find our own little place of nowhere. Somewhere we can lose ourselves and forget all this madness." He motioned at the camp and their heads, trapping her gaze in his. The vampire reached for her shoulder, pulling her closer as if to share a secret. His lips barely grazed on her ear. "There's a secluded place nearby that should do nicely. Wait until the others are asleep, then come find me there."

"I'll see you there." She purred in his ear, tightening her grasp on his hand.

"Indeed you will, my love. I can't wait." They let go of one another, and after one last glance, they both went in different directions. Leeith returned to brew her potions, biting her lips in anticipation and daydreaming about the night to come. 

One by one, candles and torches were snuffed out, plunging the little camp they had in darkness; all shades of grey and black for the drow, but all perfectly visible up to the edges of the hill. Even her campfire had mostly died down, but she didn't care to fix it since she would be going away shortly. The drow was thinking of what they would be doing together, but had very little knowledge of what the vampire actually liked or wanted, except her blood. Even though she had many partners in her life, she was never good at reading what they wanted or preferred. Long term relationships were better for that, but those came with a long list of other problems, ones much harder to deal with. 

Even whilst laying down, she saw Astarion quietly sneak away, in a flash of white. A burst of energy ran down her spine, telling her to jump up and follow him… but it would have been funnier to let him wait, get a bit desperate and arrive just as he realised this might have all been a fluke. And so she waited, getting herself ready for him, fixing her eye liner in the mirror he used, wearing delicate jewellery and a light perfume. If she wasn't camping out in the forest, she would have worn her best underwear, something lacey and silky. The softest thing she had here was her bare skin. 

After making sure everyone was truly asleep, she went for the forest, throwing a long cloak over her shoulders. She didn't really know where this place was, but it couldn't have been too far. The drow paid close attention to any nook and cranny for a silver flash or anything alerting her of the vampire's presence, but even with that knowledge, she was surprised when he appeared right in front of her, wearing only a smile and his trousers. His slim body stood out from the darkness of the trees, almost shining as bright as the moon. He opened his arms, getting closer.

Leeith took a deep breath, letting go of all her worries and grievances for tonight. She wasn't going to let anything spoil her fun: only the gods knew when another moment of respite was going to come and she didn't want to ruin what could have very well been her last one. She bit her lip, feeling a certain tingling sensation build up in her lower abdomen. 

"There you are, I've been waiting. Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you." With each word he took one small step closer, filling her vision with his presence. "Waiting to have you." He smelled of citrus and rosemary cologne.

"Mhh, you don't have me yet." She smirked, taking one small step backwards. His words were so inviting for the occasion: picture perfect, as if he knew exactly what everyone wanted to hear. He was going to need a bit more effort than that. 

"Don't I? You're here. And, I don't think you want to talk." He lifted his eyebrow in a knowing gaze. "I think you want to be known, to be tasted." His voice turned low and silky, while a hand reached up for her chin, raising it to have a better look. 

"And what do you want?" She reached up to intertwine their fingers, feeling the skin of his hand, every little scar and wrinkle. It was cold like the night, but as soft as autumn air.

"What does everyone want? Pleasure. Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy." In a rush, he grabbed both of her hands, placing a kiss on each of them, and then on the wrist, running his lips upwards the inner part of the forearm. Leeith was pleasantly surprised by all this fanfare: she was expecting a much more… detached approach to the night: lay on the ground, have fun for some time and be on their way. She wasn't expecting the vampire to still court her.

"Isn't that what you want? To lose yourself in me?" He tensed up as if he was afraid of something, maybe being rejected again, thought the drow. Leeith rolled her eyes at all this cloying sweetness and, with a smirk, unclasped the pin holding her cape. The woollen cloth fell at her feet with a soft thud, revealing her naked body, covered only in a few golden chains. 

The vampire raised an eyebrow, looking at her from head to toe and back: he was surprised, but certainly content with how things were going. Without another moment lost to talk, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. Leeith shivered when their naked chests met: she expected heat, what any partner had offered her, but this was closer to hugging a soft marble column. Not that it mattered now, as she crossed her arms above his shoulders, pulling him down towards her. 

His lips were soft and the drow could feel his fangs pressing on her. She grabbed his face, pushing herself closer, so that he'd open his mouth. The taste of his tongue, of his teeth, it was so metallic, like iron and copper. She liked it, and went ahead to twist their tongues together. 

The vampire wasn't going to stand there and take it passively. His hands ran down to her hips, feeling the curve of her bottom, his fingers sank into the soft flesh of her thighs and then swiftly he lifted her high. The drow gasped when she suddenly lost the ground from below her feet, looking down with a smile. The elf pushed her against a tree; The bark was rough against her back, but she had worse in the past; a few scratches weren’t going to intimidate her. 

Astarion kissed her again, but it was just a small peck, enough to have all of the attention back to him. “I’ve got more cards up my sleeve.” He caught her gaze and went for her mouth, clinging to her warm body, pushing himself ever closer. Leeith locked her legs tighter, not because she was afraid to slip, but to feel all of him. His hard muscles, tensed from lifting her, the little scars all over his back, from ancient battles or… something worse probably. No reason to think about that now and bring down the mood. 

No, what she was concentrating on was much more appealing, firing her mind with images and possibilities. With her legs so tight around his hips, she could feel his hard length pressing on her core. It must have been painful to have it so constricted, but it was even more painful for her to feel it rub against her clit, sparking a faint pleasure that inflamed her, rising so slowly it almost annoyed her. She was greedy and already wanted a lot more than just some kisses and his hands groping her ass. 

She planted both her feet on the tree behind her and pushed them. Astarion lost his balance, stumbled back a few steps, and fell down on the cold grass. The drow lunged on top of him like a feral beast, placing her hands at either side of his head. Her short hair cascaded in front of her face, wild like the look on her eyes. She grinned and bit her lip, admiring Astarion below her. His curls were a bit less perfect and his face had a tinge of shock. It disappeared in an instant, as he grabbed her hips and forced her to sit down on him. She tasted iron and copper again, as they both claimed each other’s mouth. 

And then the vampire raised his hips, rubbing his length on her and earning a small moan. Leeith felt so turned on: she didn’t know if it was the fact she hadn’t fucked in so long or if she just wanted him that much, but she was sure her pussy had started to throb and claim more. She sat up, panting and licking her lips. If it was any normal man, the drow would have already tied his hands up, slashed his trousers and pants and taken her pleasures. Any male drow would have been more than fine with that and she wouldn’t care about a surface dweller, but the vampire was another problem: whips and ropes or any other fun tool were probably out of the picture. She took one deep breath to calm herself, then grabbed his right hand, gently raising it up. 

“Is there anything you don’t like, Astarion? What is it that you don’t want me to do?” Her thumb again went to feel his skin, slowing the pace of their act. 

“Darling, if I’m bedding a drow it is because I want it wild and risky. Where’s all the energy from earlier, mh?” He tightened his grip on her hips and tried to push her to the side, but she stood her ground and smiled gently. Leeith broke eye contact to look at her finger following the wrinkles of his palm, caressing them gently. 

“I don’t want you to pull out any dagger or weapon - except the ones in your pants and mouth, to be clear - nor cast any spells without asking.” She locked her eyes on his again. His expression had mellowed out, from a cocky and pompous one, to serious and huffed. “Show a blade anywhere near the vicinity of me, and I’ll be the one to blast your body against a tree.” He took a few seconds to answer, his hand following the line of her thigh down to the ground. 

“I- I don’t want you to pose as my mistress or owner.” There was pain in his voice, but an instant later his defences were up again and all the sorrow was hidden behind a snarky smirk. “Like asking a fish not to swim, I know. Woe is you, little drow.” He chuckled and, this time with more force, managed to get back up on top of her. Leeith laughed, letting him take control. 

Astarion was gently following the curves of her body, avoiding the many little scars that punctuated it. His soft touch made her shiver when he reached the waist, yet his fingers kept creeping downwards, past her navel, threatening to give her pleasure at any moment. She needed that, but she wanted something else before, something that could make the whole night a lot more magical.

The drow raised his head by the chin, and with just a smile, freed her neck from any hair, exposing the puncture scars. 

“Why don’t you take something? A little boost of energy for the night.” He stopped dead in his tracks, travelling back up with both his eyes and head, up to her face. He pressed his cock back between her legs, making her just imagine what would await. Without a second thought, Leeith crossed her limbs behind his back, pulling him even closer to grind on him. The faint pleasure made her pussy drool and protest, growing more and more uncomfortable. 

“You’re such a delectable little pet.” He huffed, ravaging her neck with kisses and tiny little bites. Astarion lifted her head up to give himself more space and, an instant later, the bite arrived, along the mind twirling, ravishing pain that came with it. The drow loudly moaned, arching her back as her blood flew in his mouth. She grasped at his locks and shoulders, needing something to keep her stable while he sucked on her skin. 

God it felt so good! The blood turned him on fire, it seemed like it would give him the energy to do all that he wanted the whole night. He felt his trousers grow way too tight and uncomfortable, so much so that, while still attached to her neck like a tick, he had to kick them off. Their souls were meeting and just as he grew more and more excited, she followed, no doubt feeding on each other's desire. The vampire’s hand cupped one of her breasts, twisting and squeezing her nipple harshly. She whined and moaned, sinking her nails in his back and raising her hips, rubbing her wetness on his now uncovered boner, almost able to catch the tip, slide it deep inside them and finally free them. She already wanted to give in, to pierce her wet cunt and fill her with his cum by the end.

He never had a woman be that needy below him: desperately clinging to him for any amount of pleasure, wetting his cock so much, without it even being inside, and above all, pushing his head on her neck to suck more. For a moment it felt… nice. But it was fleeting. 

The connection broke and her body went limp, tired. Dizziness overtook him and he knew he had his fill. It was the time to respect his part of the deal. 

His tongue ran up on her neck, still bloodied and red, trying to clean as much as possible. Leeith was more than burning. She needed to get her legs spread and cunt filled instantly. She cupped his cheeks, not caring about the blood running down her shoulders and breasts, and forced their lips together. She had to agree, as their tongues danced together, fresh blood was delicious, but like a savoury broth, not honeyed wine. 

His hands were running everywhere on her, sometimes caressing her, giving her shivers, others clenching and twisting, holding her down by the waist or pinching her thighs and ass. His tongue trailed down from her lips back to her neck, following the droplets of blood past her collarbones and on her breasts. The drow bit her lips as he started to play with her nipples, twisting it around his tongue and suckling the blood that had run off. She stared at him half lidded, running her nails on his back, feeling his bumps and scars. Her hands went down to his crotch, feeling the lower part of his abdomen with her thumbs. She tried to get closer to his manhood, but the vampire stopped her, pinning her wrist to the ground. 

“Just relax and let me take over, darling.” He whispered in between kisses and soft bites. “My debts are way overdue.” 

Astarion’s fingers began caressing her inner thighs, up and down, each time getting closer to her core. They traced the outside of her lips, making Leeith squirm and moan in anticipation. But every time he’d get near, he would remain just shy of her clit, instead biting harder on her nipple, so that she’d feel his fangs leaning on her flesh. 

“Stop- teasing me, elf.” She said, annoyed at how long it was taking to get to the main course. The elf lifted his head and stared at her smirking. At once, his fingers went deep, down to the knuckle, and then out, swiping upwards and flicking her clit on the way. She yelped in surprise, melting under his touch. All the displeasure though returned, when he stared at his shining fingers against the moonlight. 

“But I enjoy teasing so much. How else would I be able to get you this wet?” He kissed her jaw, then started whispering. “Gods, how can you be so aroused? Is it all because of me, mh, pet?” He fingered her again, this time taking his time to explore all of her folds, putting only the softest of pressures. Her pussy was so slick, as he went up and down it, circling her clit, then inserting just the tip of his fingers, enough to coat the rest of her in juices. Leeith tried to ease her muscles, to relax and drown in the pleasure. She shut her eyes, concentrating on his motions. With every circle he went just a bit deeper, a bit faster, until one of his slender fingers was deep in her, touching the sensitive mound inside of her. She moaned when he added another finger, all the while still taking care of her breasts. His fingers curled and cut, feeding the flames. 

“Astarion.” She whimpered. Her hands were shaking, but she grabbed his head all the same, to look in his eyes. “I want more. I want you to- fuck me properly.” She tried to keep her voice steady and assertive, but it was hard while the vampire fingered her so frantically and her skin was covered in goosebumps. Astarion just smiled, and added another finger to the mix. The drow threw her head back and tried clenching her thighs, but Astarion was firmly in the middle. 

“You squirm so gorgeously, darling. But I am an understanding man.” He took away all of his fingers, leaving her cunt to clench around nothing. “You just have to say the magic little word.” His hands went back to roam about her skin, while he better positioned himself between her legs. Gods, she could feel his hard cock swipe up and down her slit, barely pressing in her entrance, just to move up again. She couldn’t help but grind her hips a little. She felt her pride torn to shreds for being in this position under not only a man, but a surface elf at that. Lolth would have not looked at her kindly. But he was a vampire, so maybe he had to get a pass. 

“Ugh… Please.” She bit her lips and furrowed her brow, but her reddened cheeks still gave away her arousal and loosening conviction. 

“Mh? What did you say?” The vampire pushed her hips down to the ground, so that she couldn’t move anymore, removing even the little bit of respite that came from grinding on him.

“Please, I would like to get fucked now, blood sucker.” She huffed, pulling him closer by the waist.

“Tks, still a bit too feisty, but I can work on that.” Astarion spread her legs apart, sliding his cock on her wet folds, stirring small shivers of pleasure in the drow. The tip of his dick tested her entrance. There was some resistance, as the tight walls of her cunt adjusted to him. Leeith whimpered against his ear: She knew he was big and she hadn’t had any fun in a while, but didn’t expect it to feel so… shattering, almost unable to fit. He slowed down, moaning for how tightly his girth was being swallowed. 

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” The question puzzled the drow. 

“Uh? I mean, I can act as one. I’ve heard virgin blood tastes better.” She chuckled, crossing her legs above his back and arms behind his nape. 

He closed the gap between their faces and bit her lower lip, enough to draw blood with his fangs. “You’re already delicious enough” He purred. 

With all doubts cast aside, he slammed himself down on her. She saw stars and arched her back, yelping in surprise. That didn’t stop the vampire, who simply bit her lip again, the taste of blood reinvigorating his cock. He pulled out slowly, making her feel every inch of his dick leaving her body. And then she had to endure as he pushed his length back in her, down to the hilt. A few tears left from the side of her eyes, as she bit her hand, the pleasure coursing through her. But he was still toying with her, probably enjoying how her thighs clenched around him and her walls pulsed around his girth. The drow raised her hips to meet him and pushed him inside with her legs. Astarion grinned and pressed his thumb on her clit. 

“Alright alright. I’ll quit the games. Just don’t start crying when it gets too much.” His voice dropped to a husky tone, whilst his free hand pinned her wrist on the ground. 

“Be glad I’m not the one riding you.” She moaned back, urging him to move. Without a second thought, he began thrusting in and out of her, one hand at the side of her head for support, the other pleasuring her clit in tempo with his motions. She moaned and grappled him closer, raising her hips to give him a better angle. Judging by all the noises her pussy was making, she must have been a wet mess, drooling all over his thick, long cock. It was reaching deep in her, stretching her walls and filling every sensitive crevice. His pace was constant and steady, fast enough to pleasure the both of them without getting overwhelming. The pace of an expert, who had done this again and again. His thumb circled around her clit, never giving it a moment to rest, keeping Leeith's entire body locked in pleasure.

Her voice grew higher and her hands went everywhere on his body, now slightly warm thanks to the fresh blood coursing through. His cock felt the warmest, still pumping relentlessly, pushing further and further, breaking each and every barrier. The drow trebled in pleasure, feeling a weight raising in her core. It was very hard to keep herself from digging her nails into his flesh.

She opened her eyes and playfully bit his neck, wanting to also leave a purple bruise on his perfect ivory skin and hear a moan or groan escape from his closed lips. Astarion didn't react, his eyes lost somewhere deep in his mind. Leeith cupped his cheek, gently caressing his smooth face . 

"Are you alright?" She whispered. Maybe he was just concentrating on his thrusts. The vampire looked down, dumbfounded at first, then smirking. 

"How could I not be, darling?" He sat up, trailing his hands on her thighs, down to the ankles. "I think we both just need a little bit more excitement." with that he lifted both her legs on his shoulders and tugged her closer, hitting his thighs with her buttocks. 

“Gods, I love where this is goin- ahh!” she was interrupted by him plunging his cock back inside of her, thumb back on her clit and ramming in her like nothing had ever happened. Her cunt was quick to fire up again, clenching around his boner even harder than before. The sensation of being full, the pleasure stemming from her insides and coating her brain in a soft, fluffy glaze. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her blood rush through her ears. The vampire’s hands were rough on her, one relentlessly pleasuring her, the other sinking in her flesh, reddening it. Her noises were uncontrollable, no matter how hard she bit her lip or covered her mouth with her hands; she decided not to even care, moaning and calling for gods like her life depended on it.

The pleasure was so deep, always shy of touching her cervix and hurting her, but pounding her sweet spot again and again. With each thrust, some juices left her, drooling down her ass. With each thrust, the weight in her core built up, as if more and more chains were locking it.

She admired Astarion, who was looking down at her legs, preoccupied with his motion. Even him though, no matter how hard he was trying, judging by his furrowed brow, couldn't contain his moans and groans much longer. The more her pussy squeezed his cock, the less thin his lips became, until they finally parted and a moan escaped them, followed by a sigh of relief. His thumb pressed harder on her clit, circling and flicking it vigorously, not a second to rest and let her come down from the high. 

Leeith was trying to meet his thrusts, while she held his hands, just gently following them. The closer she got to her orgasm, the harder it was to concentrate and move at the same pace, her hips rolling quicker, in an effort to release sooner. Astarion steadied them, but even he was getting more sensitive. The chains in Leeith’s core grew and grew, but the lock was finally getting undone. Her pussy throbbed and squeezed hard around his cock, wanting to keep him in. It was amazing he still managed to move inside of that clamp. 

“Astarion-” She breathed out at last, clenching his forearm. “Keep going… I- I’m about to come.” She loosened her muscles, ready to let herself reach her peak. 

“Oh, I don’t fucking think so.” He almost growled. He grabbed both of her wrists, pushing them above her head. He leaned in on her, bringing her legs down with him. “You’re holding on until I am ready.” He spanked her ass before squeezing it. “And then I’ll want to hear you beg.” The drow chuckled and held his head with her free hand. 

“Now it’s getting good, blood-sucker!” She forced his mouth open, crashing their faces together. His hips were completely lost, the urge to come making them erratic and brutal. He was ramming her without any care in the world, plunging his cock balls deep. If a few minutes ago he was trying to carefully pick her locks, now his desire was just that of smashing the door down. She was dangerously close to coming, but so was him for how much his cock throbbed. 

“Ast-arion… may I?” She whispered directly in his ear, breathy and low. It sent shivers down his spine, his cock hardening and ready to burst. 

“Come for me, pet.” He groaned. He glanced at her neck, still crimson with blood. He couldn’t resist. 

Leiiths felt his fags sink deep. The pain overwhelmed her just as much as the pleasure did, all in one moment. She shut her eyes, blood rushing to her ears and to her shoulder. Someone called his name right in his ear. An overwhelming pleasure consumed him as the drow tensed and squirmed under him. He could feel her come around his aching length, squeezing the life out of him like a succubus. The blood spilled into his mouth, coating it like a syrup, breathing life into his long dead lungs and heart. For just an instant, he felt his heart flutter alive. An instant later, he moaned: bliss, the most he had ever felt in two hundred years, finally saturated his body, making his muscles shake and tremble. He sank both his fangs and his cock more in her, as he came, filling her with his thick, warm cum, just as he was drinking her scarlet, sanguine liquor. Their brains were fuzzy and inebriated. Their pleasure mixing and multiplying against each other.  At the end, his muscles gave in, falling on her, cock still throbbing gently. She was warm and soft. 

The drow panted, her fingers caressing Astarion’s back gracefully. It seemed like he didn’t want to move away from her. The drow tapped his shoulder, wanting to shift to the side: now that it was calm, she discovered soreness in her back and the weight wasn't helping. Fortunately the elf rolled to the ground, extending his arms to the sides like a snow angel. Without asking, she rested her head on his forearm, gaining a weird glace from the vampire. In all answer, she extended her own arm, sliding it behind his head. 

Her cheeks were still flushed, giving them a purplish hue when mixed with her blue skin. 

"It's much better than bare earth, no?" She smiled.

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Love & Barbells - pt. 2

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky (gym crush) x Reader

Warnings: none. Bucky being the best spotter to ever have existed, and again what is with the shirt off BARNES?!

Author’s Note: This is a much lengthier part, with a lot more gym lingo thrown in, for my non gym goers if you’re confused on anything pls let me know and I will provide as much info for you all as I can. I hope you enjoy this part, and can we all just agree Bucky is the best spotter, like this man cannot be matched, truly cannot wait for leg day! Happy Reading Buns!

“Oh my god,” your roommate squealed form bouncing on the couch as you recalled the last interaction you had with Bucky, before leaving the gym for the day, “please tell me you’re going to actually take him up on that leg day session!”

Heat floods your cheeks; you feel yourself going bashful at the thought of entering that gym on your next leg day and working through a routine with the man you’ve had your eye on for months now since you started there. “Y/n you have too,” your friend encourages with a nudge, “you’ve been working up the courage to have any sort of interaction for months now and you finally have it laid out in front of you, and he’s the one that approached you!”

“I want to, but that’s three days from now, what if he forgets about it by then,” you question the insecurity of past gym interactions beginning to creep in. Your roommate can read you like the back of her hand, “listen,” she murmurs as she scoots in closer hand falling to your knee, “not all gym guys are egotistical lug heads like Brock.” You involuntarily shiver at the mention of the man’s name, “hey look at me,” she encourages giving you kind eyes when you meet her gaze, “this is a new gym, new management, and definitely new people, this isn’t Primal Strength.”

“I know, I know,” you nod, “but I can’t help but feel like what if it becomes it, what if I stumble across another Brock here at this new location and have to find another gym because of it, I already have trouble getting out of my head most days when I go.” Your roommate is shaking her head, “you’ve been at this new location for months now y/n, If there was another Brock it would have happened already, but you and I both know there’s not, and I think it’s time you break down those walls a little and let the guy you’ve been admiring from afar in.”

She’s managed to bring out a smile on your face, her body leaning into yours as she gets her arms around you, her chin hooking on your shoulder, “still can’t believe he called you sweetheart, how’d he say it again?” Laughter breaks your lips as you fall back, the two of you settling into the cushions as you retell her the events that transpired during your leg day.

“So, you and new girl,” Steve hums over the rim of his protein bottle, “was surprised it took you so long to approach her.”

Bucky looks up from where’s he’s stood at the stove whisking away at his egg whites the hot oiled pan waiting for his batter to be poured. “Can it and drink your breakfast Rogers.”

Steve downs the last of his protein blend, a satisfied ‘ah’ leaving his lips as he uncaps the bottle to place it In the sink, he turns to his friend leaning up against counter. “There, breakfast drank, now you and y/n, surprised it took you so long to approach her, s’not like you.” Bucky wants to chuck something at his best pal but the closest thing is his bowl of mixed spinach and tomato, and he really doesn’t want to have just plain egg whites this morning. He opts to give Steve his back as he pours in his mix into the awaiting frying pan, “why, would you have approached her sooner,” he questions his friend wanting to see what he would say.

“With how often she catches your attention yeah,” he answers, “I would have approached her sooner.”

Bucky’s cheeks grow warm, he didn’t think anyone had noticed, “she works out alone everyday Steve, no one’s around to spot her and I’m sure just like everyone else in the gym she’s bound to challenge herself to go up in weight.”

“So then approach her like a normal person in the gym next time, when you she’s struggling ask her if she needs a spot, don’t go changing up your whole routine because you’ve been out of the game for too long and forget how to function around a girl.”

Bucky stops mid stir, “is that what this is about,” he laughs as he turns to face his friend, “you’re mad because I threw legs into the mix, it was one set Steve we went right back to upper body right after!

“We went from bicep curls to squats then back to barbell curls, we agreed to upper body,” he laughs.

Bucky shakes as he turns back to his breakfast leaning forward to shut off the stove, “I know, I know, I should have left it at I saw her struggling but -”

“Your brain short circuited at the fact that she actually spoke back,” Steve offers, this time Bucky flings a forgotten spinach at his friend as he goes to plate his breakfast. “Oh come on now Buck,” the blonde laughs “m’just pulling your leg pal, but hey you actually going to take her through that leg day you mentioned?”

“Well that’s the plan,” Bucky answers, “but only if she wants too, why are you thinking about moving our leg day to the same day, we can work through it in partners.

“Actually,” Steve smirks, “Wilson and I talked about moving it, you know so you can focus on your partner that day, though something tells me that won’t be an issue for you.”

Steve’s laughter fills the kitchen as the dish towel meets his shoulder, “Oh c’mon Buck you know you’re gonna have a great time.”

“without you there, oh yeah definitely,” Bucky shoots back wide grin on his lips.

“Punk.”

“Jerk.”

“Hey we still on to push tomorrow,” Bucky questions, “yeah, but hey, try to have your head in the game yeah?”

“watch it pal or I’ll change it to HITT.”

Your roommate was in your ear, “Listen don’t overthink it,” you hear her say over the busy streets of New York, “it’s just another day at the gym.” You hold back your snort scanning your badge as you nod at the person behind the front desk making a beeline for the treadmills as you pass the front desk. “You know you’re the one that called me right?”

Your roommate let’s out a noise, “excuse me for trying to be supportive, I’m trying to be encouraging!” You're laughing as you place your bag down in a cubby, hands reaching for your shaker bottle as you move to one of the lone treadmills. “And you know I appreciate it,” you answer as you press down on the start button, the belt to the machine beginning to move, “but I told you yesterday, it’s nothing new, I don’t want to make a big fuss out of one interaction, I’m still going to come in and do what I always do.”

“Admire the literal man of your dreams,” she questions the smirk sounding through the line.

“Next arm day I’m adding more weights,” you threaten fingers reaching for the arrow to increase the speed.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she sing-songs, “you might have a new partner who can actually keep up with you soon enough that you’re going to forget all about me.”

A smile pulls at your lips as you adjust your ear buds, “while that would be amazing, I highly doubt that, besides how would I get through my workouts without the best commentary?”

“You just love to hear me bitch you out when you make me do another rep,” she laughs, you’re laughing with her, “but you love it too.” “You’re right,” she agrees, “listen I just got to work, update me when you’re out of the gym?”

“You know I will, we still having pasta for dinner?”

“Of course, see you later?”

“See you later,” you reply before the line cuts off your music kicking in.  

Falling into your headspace is smooth, your music syncing with the strides you take on the machine, the pre-workout you took this morning slowly starting to kick in as you warm up. You bring yourself up to a jog ten minutes into your fifteen-minute workout, your racing heart pushing you further as the last five minutes tick away.

By the time the cool off period kicks in you’ve worked up a sweat, your body warm and ready for your workout as the machine comes to a stop, your wobbly feet carrying you off the treadmill as you make your way towards an open bench by the mirrors. You plop down onto the bench adjusting your earphones as you catch your breath. In your mind you’re going over the exercises you have planned for today, and the number of reps you’d like to hit.

Sucking in a breath and leaving your water bottle behind as a placeholder you move over to the mirrors grabbing two dumbbells that feel just heavy enough to give your muscle a nice strain. The first two workouts to wake your muscles up are fairly easy, and you find you're able to push past your usual.

You’re feeling good as you place the dumbbells down by the bench, getting yourself up as you go to rack up the barbell for the bench-press. Though you felt ready to up your weight by five more pounds you knew not to push it right away, so you began with five less than your usual and would work up. The first few reps you manage to push out are butter smooth, barely any strain leaving you with enough confidence as you racked up to your usual weight. The next reps come just as smoothly, barely any strain to push through each rep, there’s a renewed confidence as you once again find yourself adding weight to the barbell.  

You look over the added five pounds, five pounds never seemed like much but when actually added it was indeed much. Taking your seat on the bench you stretch out your arms relieving as much of the tension build up as you can before you’re laying back adjusting yourself to the bar. Adjusting your hands at the right placement, bracing yourself you suck in a breath as you push the bar up, the weight going up easily before you’re bringing it down to you.  

The movements aren’t as easy as your first two sets, there’s a strain after the fifth rep, your arms shaking as you push the weight upwards. You’re then two away from the tenth rep when the struggle really hits, the weight not lifting off your chest as easy as the first six. You just barely manage to get the bar overhead, a disgruntled curse leaving your lips as you debate on racking the barbell, holding off on that last rep. You debate against it, the weight falling quicker as you push for that last rep, a mistake on your end as you find the weight barely budging at all.

Panic begins to settle as you talk yourself up, “c’mon, c’mon get it up!” The weight doesn’t budge, “fuck,” you groan as you attempt again, your back arching off the bench as you struggle.  

You hear him before you see him, “Jesus sweetheart, you trying to kill yourself over here,” he chuckles, hands coming beneath the bar, aiding but not completely pulling the weight off you. “There you go, c’mon, up, up, that’s it!” He helps you re-rack the bar, your arms falling limp at your sides as you finally get a look at him. He’s smiling down at you, his hair slick with sweat, his shirt hanging from his hips, “you know if you’re going to keep working out like this you’ve got to get yourself a partner, even the strongest people in here need a spot.”

You’re pushing yourself to a sitting position, turning your body towards his, smile on your lips, “I actually do have a partner, but just recently our schedules changed, they don’t really line up till the weekend and well even then she’s not a huge fan of how I train.”

And maybe Bucky’s pushing his luck seeing as the two of you just started talking yesterday, though he’s watched you during your sets for longer and your determination has him believing you could keep up with him and the guys. “What are you working on today?”

“Was doing upper,” you reply, “but I promised my roommate I’d up her weights by five next session, so full body,” you answer recalling your phone call from earlier.

“You do push on your full body days?”

“That’s all I do,” you smile, “well hey, know I said I’d join you on your next leg day, but would you mind moving it up a few days and joining me for push?”

Your smile morphs into a smirk, “already trying to get out of leg day?”

That draws a laugh from the brunette, cheeks warming under your teasing gaze, “just wanna make sure you can keep up.” You gasp in mock shock, “aren’t you the one coming to my aid because I’m always pushing my limits?”

“Got me there,” Bucky laughs, “so whaddya say?”

You look over at his friends, Steve and Sam, “they won’t mind,” you question, “I really wouldn’t want to intrude on your groups set.”

Bucky looks over his shoulder eyes meeting Steve and Sam’s awaiting gazes, a gleam in their eyes, he looks back down at you, “I have a feeling they won’t mind at all,” he extends a handout, an invitation.

You accept his hand with one hand grabbing your bag with the other as you let him pull you up, heat consumes your body as you follow him, fingers wrapped like a vice around the strap of your gym bag. The closer you got to where they were set up the more you wanted to tuck tail and run, you didn’t know them aside from the times you saw them working out together since you started here, and your one interaction with Bucky yesterday definitely wasn’t enough to call you an acquaintance at best.

Sam’s friendly voice is stopping you from running away though, his form getting into your space when you’re close enough, hand outstretched as he introduces himself, Steve following with an even warmer smile. “Barnes thinks you can keep up,” he grins, “and with the way you rep out your sets, I’m beginning to think you just might be able too.”

“I’m sure I can keep up,” comes your reply, Sam’s grin growing, “well come on then,” he claps his hands, “let's put you to work, see if you’re not all talk.”

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[134340am]

breakfast hours

61. surprising your lover from behind, smacking a kiss on their cheek

bakugou katsuki x gn!reader, 1.1k words, sfw + cw food

in magazine interviews, you often said you wouldn’t trade your job as a pro-hero for the world. 

and there’s some truth to that statement, despite it being something planted in your mouth by your public relations specialist—because ensuring the safety and protecting the smiles of all the citizens in Japan is a worthy, meaningful job. 

but saying you wouldn’t trade heroism for a few lazy weekend mornings here and there was a complete lie.

you miss everything about them—sleeping in till whenever, getting roused by the gentle sunlight that warms your room through your thin curtains, waking up at your own pace. lazing in bed while scrolling through your social media, taking a long shower, changing into something that wasn’t your hero costume for once.

and the best part of every morning: breakfast, no longer a necessity but a privilege. sometimes superheroes skip breakfast too—and having to get up at the crack of dawn every single day has ruined your appetite in the mornings. even the thought of chomping down on some plain crackers and water already has your stomach churning in discomfort.

but while slow weekends as a pro-hero were hard to come by, weekends with your pro-hero boyfriend are even rarer. you can count on one hand the number of times you had the privilege of waking up next to him after the sun had gone up. and most times, unlike the cute couple pictures you see on pinterest or instagram, there aren’t any elaborate breakfast spreads or sweet cuddles to look forward to—only soft complaints of it being too bright, can’t sleep or the traffic downstairs being too fuckin’ loud or it being too early for us to be awake, damn it.

today was an exception.

today, you and katsuki managed to sync up on a rare weekend off, and he was making the most of it—the hour hand on your kitchen clock has barely reached the number eight, and katsuki already has a pot of miso soup going on the stove, rice steaming away in the rice cooker, and various vegetable side dishes all lined up on the dining table.

safe to say, you were beyond impressed when you get up and see the spread. 

katsuki’s focused on rolling up tamagoyaki in his favourite frying pan, another eye trained on the salted mackerel grilling away in the corner, so he doesn’t hear the sound of your slipper-clad feet padding up to him. in an instant, you have your arms circled around his waist, smacking a loud muah! to his cheek which had him jumping away from you instantaneously.

“what the— don’t do that! i’m cooking and there’s hot oil here! plus i nearly broke the stupid omelette—” he’s rambling away now, sparing you a second-long glare before he’s ushering you towards the dining table. “sit down and wait, shrimpy. don’t touch anything.”

you only giggle at his concern and his scowling grumpy face that held no real malice. it was hard to be serious around him when he was wearing one of your aprons—a well-worn, kitten-patterned one that was far different from his usual all-black fashion, and you only laughed harder when you spotted his butt crack peeking out of his low-hung sweatpants when he turned around and stomped back into the kitchen.

a quick glance at the clock—almost eight now—told you that you would typically be finishing up patrol by now. but today, you indulge in the privilege of watching your grumpy boyfriend perfect his tamagoyaki roll for you—because he has standards to uphold in this house. 

at eight a.m. sharp, katsuki rounds the dining table with your breakfast: a slab of grilled mackerel, miso soup with a generous helping of tofu cubes bobbing in it, golden-yellow tamagoyaki, and steaming hot rice ladled into your favourite bowl. 

you take in the spread before you, a traditional breakfast that was worlds different from the stale granola bars you’d chuck in your bag on the way out the door. despite it being made of simple ingredients, you could feel the love and effort katsuki put into cooking for you, evident in the careful way he rolled up your omelette and the extra cubes of tofu in your soup.

“thank you for the meal, katsuki.” you beamed over at him, genuinely giddy with happiness. it wasn’t everyday that you got to share a homely meal with your lover first thing in the morning, and the bare domesticity of it comforts you in a way you couldn’t explain,

“thank you for not getting in the way,” he bites back sarcastically, but the look he shoots you is fond and filled with longing. like he’s hungry too, not just for food, but for this very moment. who knows when will be the next time you can have breakfast together again?

the pair of you clasp your hands together in front of your chests. “itadakimasu.”

you pick up your chopsticks, mouth already watering. you sink your teeth into the pillowy fluffiness of your favourite tamagoyaki, a delighted hum falling from your lips at the savoury, juicy taste. you can detect a hint of dashi broth in the roll—just the way you liked it, and your heart warms at the thought of katsuki remembering that little tidbit.

i’m so happy i could die now, you think to yourself, stuffing rice into your mouth.

CLUNK!!

fuck, didn’t actually mean that.

your eyes meet katsuki’s immediately, alarmed by the unnaturally dull, heavy sound that reverberated through the room. 

“‘fuck was that?” katsuki asks through a mouthful of fish, just as confused as you. 

silence. your ears stay pricked, listening for any other sound that was out of place on this serene saturday morning. 

silence. your concerned expression mirroring that of katsuki’s.

silence. the faint, faraway rush of traffic and birds.

then another startling CLUNK!!, exponentially louder now, and you and katsuki were out of your seats within seconds.

a quick scan of the horizon from your window very quickly revealed the cause of the suspicious sound: what looked like a metal-wielding quirk-user gleefully dropping orbs of metal from the high-rise building across yours.  

“that fucker— littering is prohibited,” katsuki growls beside you, already rushing off to get his gauntlets. 

“since when did you care about the rules, baby?” you ask, hot on his heels.

“i care about my damn breakfast. i’ve been waiting for this the whole week.”

“ha, same.” 

you shoot a mournful look back at your plates, barely touched and still steaming hot. “think we can get back here before the food gets cold?”

“i don’t think so, shrimpy.” katsuki smirks, ever-confident. “i know so. let’s go.”

a/n: take this as an apology for the angsty piece i uploaded recently hehe. thank you for reading!

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[natikoko]

nats chicken fried rice recipe (im bored) (we are not using exact measurements because 1. don’t feel like measuring…. 2. the amounts used are dictated by our ancestors)

boneless chicken parts of your choosing

day old rice

eggs (like 2)

peas and carrots

onions

garlic

soy sauce

oyster sauce

sesame oil

green onions

salt and pepper

cooking fried rice:

chicken: dice the chicken into small bitesized cubes and season with salt, pepper and sesame oil. let sit. in a large skillet or wok on high heat, cook your chicken in small batches to get a perfect golden crust on each side. around 3 minutes on each side. remove and set aside.

pour a neutral oil into the skillet and start frying off your vegetables (besides the garlic!!) until tender. just before removing, add your garlic and stir for 30 seconds or until aromatic. remove and set aside. fry and scramble your eggs, and then set aside.

next step: your cold day old rice. listen. listen closely. you need your wok screaming hot with oil. if it’s not hot, the rice won’t fry. carefully add your rice and FRY THE FUCK OUTTA IT!!!!!!!! you want it golden brown!! this is the most crucial step in making your fried rice fried!! you NEED to use cold, already dried out rice for this to work. you have to. And make sure you don’t overcrowd your pan, however, because then the rice will steam instead of fry. work in small batches if it’s a large amount of rice!!

when your rice is golden, add your soy sauce and oyster sauce(how much….. until your heart says so….) stir your rice until the sauces are incorporated into the rice. your rice should be a dark brown from the frying and the sauces.

add your veggies, eggs and chicken. at this point, you’re incorporating all your ingredients evenly. add salt and pepper to the mix, and more soy sauce if you’d like. cook until heated through and you’re done. add green onions if desired

[pyeonghongrie]

Ikaw Lamang.

banner by @rkivian!!!

Summary: As a kid, you always had a connection to the earth, coming from a family of farmers, you grew up respecting and tending to the earth. You loved the earth, little do you know the earth loved you too. Now, as an adult and receiving pressure from your family to marry and have kids, maybe the earth can bless you in the most direct way possible.

(This is part of @/tohokuu’s fantasy collab! Go and check out the other works!)

Tags: @tohokuu, @cultofdionysusnet, @kwanisms, @yoonguurt, @lemonhongjoong, @shinestarhwaa, @stardragongalaxy, @seongwin, @sanjoongie, @flowerboykun, @wooyoungmybelovedhusband, @anyamaris, @dimpledsatan, @ilovetnbhd

Characters/Pairing: Diwata!Jongho x Environmentalist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut, the tiniest amount of angst but has a happy ending!

AU/Trope info: Philippine myth AU! The Diwata is an Elf/Fairy figure in Philippine myth that lives in trees and blesses those who tend to the earth and curse those who defile it. They are typically very powerful and beautiful, humanoid in appearance but paler and more conventionally attractive, they are sometimes in committed relationships with humans and have children with them. The equivalent of the Diwata is the Engkanto, however, they are basically the same and can be used interchangeably. Also, readers’ Filipino parents are your typical south-east Asian parents kind of pushy. They’ve known of Jongho’s existence ever since the reader was a kid, Jongho is the reader’s childhood guardian and they know he’s immortal/supernatural.

Word Count: 1.8k (Putangina)

Warnings: The reader is female, parents are kinda misogynistic(but not explicitly??), parents are fucking terrified of Jongho, a Korean named Diwata in a Filipino myth au???, dirty smut against a giant boulder on the forest floor, forest wedding <3, some Tagalog words and swear words here and there, Duende!Wooyoung cameo!

A/N: The title “Ikaw Lamang” means “only you” in Tagalog ^^ I wanted to make this cute n fluffy Jongho fic with Filipino myth elements since I barely see any Jongho content, let alone Pinoy myth fanfics. Also, this is a reupload from @hwasrie, my old blog, I am re-uploading my own work, I did not plagiarize.

“Lintik kang-” You swear as the hot oil splashes on your arms, you are frying fish for dinner, the loud sizzle and the overwhelming smell of fish flood your senses. Your dad gave you a weird look for swearing at the fish. You fish (haha) out the angry dish from the kawale as you set it down on a wooden plate with a banana leaf. You sigh, setting the plate down on the table as you cover it to keep the flies off.

“I’m off to see Jongho, I promised to help him clean up the hiking trail.”

You say as you leave out the back door. The sun was setting already, the gravel beneath you looking like gold as you walked to the forest’s edge. “Jongho?” you say to a tree, a strong gust of wind blows from inside the forest, distant windchimes harmonize in a song.

“You called?”He smiles at you. “Oo, you need help with the hiking trail yeah? I skipped dinner tonight, I was a bit worried about the damage the hikers caused. It always gets worse during this season.” You said, walking towards the mouth of the forest to stand in front of him.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t skip dinner though, after we clean up the trail I’ll send you back home. I’m sure your parents miss me.” He jokes, you laugh along as well, his light laugh, bright smile, and brighter teeth make it almost morning again. Even after all these years he never failed to make your stomach flutter with butterflies.

You near the hiking trail, you look around confused, it looks clean; too clean? “Uh, Jongho, I think they didn’t leave as much as you think they did. It kinda looks like they took more than they left.” You turn around to look at him, his hands in the pockets of his pants. “Okay, I may have cleaned up while you were busy, but I had a reason to.” He takes your hand and leads you further up the trail. A Balete tree comes into the scene, he pushes you into the tree, you see your vision spinning before a nighttime scene of an overgrown wooden hut comes into view.

“Jongho? Why did you take me to your place? What’s going on?” None of your questions are answered as he ushers you to sit near the crystal river with him. As you dip your feet into the cool water, he finally says, “I heard what your parents said earlier.” You froze, Oh, Putangina. How much did he hear? Your shoulders slack. “Oh, you know now?” You asked him quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. ”Yeah, I was about to ask you who, but I know it’s a particularly touchy subject for you.” He sighs, curling his toes under the cool water.

“Jongho, I don’t want any of them, I don’t want to settle for a marriage that makes me miserable. I don’t want to be seen as a submissive wife, or some baby-carrying object.” You bite your lip as you rant your desperation to him. He seemed sympathetic, he was helping you think of a way out of it. “You know, you could just marry me.” He said, with that, your head snapped up towards him, you knew the implication of marrying a Diwata, you knew just how much marriage meant to them, why was he offering it so nonchalantly?

“Jongho, you know what, I don’t mind at all, but you do know what that means, right? I remember you telling me just how bad it could get for you, what if they-” He cut you off by placing a hand on your thigh, squeezing it comfortingly. “I know, I was already on really thin ice when I would casually show up to your place in front of your parents. I don’t think complete exile from the rest of them makes much of a difference now.” He smiles solemnly.

“Maybe I should ask more properly?” He tilts his head, smiling at you, “Will you marry me?” He asks, taking his hand off your thigh and opting to hold your hand instead, bringing it up to his face and kissing the knuckles. Your heart swells, I mean, I did have the biggest crush on him for the longest time. You say to yourself. “Yes.” You say as you nodded. A bright smile spreads across his face. “Let’s go tell your parents about the news then.

You both leave the pocket dimension of the Balete Tree, treading down the hill toward your humble tiny home. Once you two arrive at your house, your parents (fearfully) give their blessing for your marriage, not wanting to upset the Diwata. It was settled then, your wedding would be held on the next full moon, following Diwata customs.

The day of your marriage arrived, Wooyoung, Jongho’s Duende friend, officiated your marriage by the Balete tree. Only the three of you were present at the wedding, due to Diwata customs, only the couple and the officiator are to be present at the ceremony, though Jongho agreed to a human reception just to appease your pushy family members.

As you put on your wedding necklaces, the pendant burns a mark into your skin, as did Jongho’s, officially sealing your marriage to him. Wooyoung clapped as he congratulated you on your marriage, swiftly leaving as Jongho pulled you into the tree. He picked you up easily, laying you down gently on a boulder by the river, the flowing water helps to ease your nerves. This was the final action to seal your marriage, Jongho has to connect with you on a spiritual level by physically connecting your bodies.

He holds your face in his palms, the warmth seeping into your cheeks as he pressed his forehead on yours, “May I kiss you?” He asked, you nodded. He presses a gentle kiss on your lips, your hands hold onto his shoulders as he presses you more into the rock, the cold stone somehow feels comfortable as he holds your hips down. He pulls away as he kisses down the column of your neck, you sigh in content, he was treating you so delicately. His hands ride up your thighs squeezing the flesh as he tugs at the string of your wedding necklace with his teeth, you arch your back into his chest, your hands lacing behind his neck as you pull him closer to you. He takes advantage of your arched back by unzipping your dress, he carefully peels off the cotton as he faces your body, clad in only your underwear. He soon discards his top as he pressed his firm chest against yours, unclasping your bra as he tosses it aside.

“You’re beautiful.” He chants as he presses small pecks across your shoulders, you whimper under his touch, your head pressing against the cold stone. He hooks his finger on the band of your underwear and swiftly pulls it down, he groans, and he noses your pelvis as he takes in your scent. He pulls away, pulling down his bottoms, his hard cock comes into view, your nerves doing nothing to ease your excitement.

He places your legs over his thighs, his thumb running over your folds and pressing lightly on your clit, you clench around nothing as he continues to draw circles on your heat with calloused fingers. His dick is heavy on your thigh, he holds your hips and squeezes the skin, you buck up your hips, the underside of his shaft hits your clit and both of you gasp in surprise. “Ah- be patient, please, I’m nervous…” Jongho confesses, of course, you’d be nervous too if you had to stuff your best friend full of cum until the sun rises.

“Don’t be, I’m ready.” You whisper as if saying something in a loud voice would shatter the careful atmosphere that you and Jongho had created. He nods, the tip of his cock prodding at your hole, you hold onto his broad shoulders as he pushes in, the thick length stretching you out, giving the feeling of a pleasurable burn. He finally pushes in the last inch of his dick, his pelvis flushed against yours as you breathe out a sigh, releasing the breath you didn’t know you were keeping. He wraps his arms around you, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as he breathes in your scent to calm him down, your bodies impossibly close. Both of you stay like that for a while, just breathing and enjoying each other’s warmth, that was until you gave an experimental roll of your hips. You bit your lip as Jongho groans, holding you so tightly to his body that you feel every ridge and muscle he has on his body.

He finally pins you down onto the cold stone, the heavyweight of his body acts as your anchor, he starts to roll his hips in a steady rhythm, you moan into his shoulder as he starts to fuck into you harder, your nails scratching at his shoulder blades as he continues you ravage you. “Ah, fuck- Jongho! Jongho!” Your cries muffle into the skin of his shoulder, tears prick the corners of your eyes as the pleasure overwhelms you, he moans into your ear when you give him a particularly hard squeeze, “Shit baby, keep doing that-” he groans into the air as your moans start to have a higher pitch. He felt so good, so deep inside you, hitting just the right spot to make you see stars. The moment was intense, hot, passionate; he was so gentle yet calculated with how well he led you up the hill to your edge. You were panting, desperately holding onto Jongho as both of you approach the edge, the intensity of your eye contact helping both of you to ease into your climax.

“Jongho, Jongho, Jongho-! I’m gonna cum-” You cry desperately, “Fuck, babe, I’m so close-” He whines, soon after, both of you topple off the edge, your orgasm greets you like warm waters, embracing you tightly to the point that it knocks the air out of your lungs, flooding your senses with nothing but hot, white, pleasure as Jongho covers your insides with white. Your mouth opens in a silent cry, your eyes rolling to the back of your head while you cringe in oversensitivity and exhaustion. Jongho realizes this, so he slowly pulls out and carries you to the crystal clear river, the cold of the water soothes your aching body as he takes his take to clean both of you.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” He says, “No, Jongho, thank you. If you didn’t offer to marry me, then I would’ve been forced to marry some ugly salesman.” He snorts at your answer, “But, even if you didn’t, if I had a choice, I would’ve still chosen you, Ikaw lamang, laging ikaw.”

A/N:YHEW- I suck ASS at writing smut T-T I hope you enjoyed this read, reblogs, replies, and asks are very much appreciated! I said I was going to explain the Tagalog words I used, but since I used so little it’s probably better if you just google it. THANKS FOR READINGGGG <<<333

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[laura-bitoni]

Classic pancake recipe

If you want to please your loved ones with an amazing breakfast that won’t take much time to prepare, the ideal choice is a recipe for classic pancakes

For this dish, we will need such products as traditional potatoes (5-6 pieces in total), onions, and the egg and flour will provide the necessary consistency and prevent the potato pancakes from falling apart. You also need to prepare spices (your favorite ones, of course) and salt in advance. For frying, you can use sunflower oil or any other

Ingredients :

6 – pcs potatoes 1 – onion Egg 3 – tbsp flour Salt and spices Vegetable oil

Method :

Preparation of ingredients. At this stage, you need to peel the potatoes and onions. For a piquant aroma, you can add garlic to the potato pancakes. It also needs to be cleaned first. You can use dried garlic as a seasoning

Gently grate the peeled potatoes on a coarse grater. This stage requires skill and speed so that the potatoes do not have time to darken.

Grate the onion as well as the potatoes, then combine both ingredients in one bowl. Excess liquid must be drained. To do this, you need to squeeze the juice from the mass of onions and potatoes. This is necessary so that the potato pancakes do not spread over the entire frying pan during frying

Next, you need to add the egg to the already prepared mass, then add salt (about 0.5 tsp) and other spices to taste. Be sure to check: do you need to add more salt to the pancake mixture? Keep in mind that the amount of salt will vary depending on the size of the potato tubers and individual taste preferences. Consider also what kind of salt you use: extra or regular rock salt

Before adding flour, you should sift it. Then carefully and thoroughly mix with the potato mixture until the desired consistency is achieved. More than 3 liters may be needed. flour. It all depends on the size of the potato and how much liquid it has released

The key to evenly fried potato pancakes is the homogeneous state of the mass before placing it on the frying pan. How to achieve this? The first secret is to sift the flour, the second is to mix it thoroughly until it is as homogeneous as possible without lumps

Before frying, you need to thoroughly heat the frying pan with vegetable oil, after which you carefully spread the potato mixture with a spoon. Please note that your potato pancakes do not remain raw inside; you should not make them too thick. It is better to spread the resulting mass in a thinner layer, then everything will bake evenly and you will get an appetizing crust, typical of classic potato pancakes

When one side is baked, you need to turn the potato pancakes over and fry them until the characteristic golden color on the second side

It is best to serve ready-made pancakes prepared according to the classic recipe with fresh sour cream. You can mix it with chopped dill or other fresh herbs, or add crushed garlic. Regular pancakes are eaten while still hot

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[ixelx]

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︵‿︵‿୨Going out୧‿︵‿︵

[Name] yawned as they awoke from their slumber, sitting up in their bed. She rubbed her eyes and got out of bed as she walked to their bathroom.

They looked in the mirror above their sink, 'Gosh I look like a mess' She thought. She decided it was best for them to take a bath first.

After cleaning themselves, they made their way to her closet. With the towel still wrapped around them, Yue-Bao chirped tiredly as she hopped on [Name]'s head, nuzzling their head.

They chuckled as the picked out clothes for the day, "What about this Yue-Bao?" [Name] softly asked as she held up a black hoodie and light blue ripped jeans.

Yue-Bao made a silly thinking face, shaking her head and pointing to the black hoodie. "No? Kay then.." [Name] put down the black hoodie and went to look for something else.

By now she had already put her undergarments on, and picked out a pair of shoes.

They turned around to see Yue-Bao dragging pieces of clothing to a nearby stool. "You want me to wear this?" [Name] held up the clothes, "Hah, Who said you didn't have good taste in fashion?" She let out a breathy chuckle.

A pink cropped leather jacket with pockets on the chest, a white button up, pink ripped jeans and white sneakers with wheelies.

(The art is not mine, credits to AlliMocha!!)

[Name] chuckled and took out a ribbon and tiny clothes from a draw, "C'mere Yue-Bao." They ushered her over.

Yue-Bao looked at [Name] with an adorable face and they cooed.

"Let's go." They picked her up and placed her in their pocket. [Name] exited her room, sliding down the railing of the stairs.

(I literally have no idea what Wukong's house looks like so just go with it...)

[Name] hummed, making their way to the kitchen. She opened the fridge, looking around a selecting a few ingredients, using her wheelies to skate around the place. They tied an apron that said 'squish the cook' around their waste.

They lit the stove and placed a frying pan on top, "Alright, Yue-Bao. Go play with the others, I don't wanna risk you getting burned."

[Name] chopped up the onions, tomatoes, and scallions. She wheeled over back to the stove, putting butter (or oil) in the pan.

They cracked two eggs on the side, pouring it into the pan. Scooping the vegetables in to pan along with the eggs.

(Chef [Name]🧑🏾‍🍳🐰 lmao)

[Name] used a salad fork to stir the eggs, she stirred them until they turned scrambled.

She hummed as she turned down the fire on the stove and placed the salad fork on the counter. Skating their way to the cupboards, reaching for a kettle, and skating back to the stove.

"Uh- oh wait-" They skate over to the to the sink to fill the kettle, making her way back to the stove.

By now the eggs had already finished, [Name] had took out two plates and and shared them on along with two slices of bread.

Their ears twitched as the heard the kettle began to whistle. They skated back to the cupboards, reaching for two matching mugs.

(I don't feel like drawing so just imagine something like this '('へ'≠)' and '(￣▽￣)~*'

[Name] smiled at the mugs, remembered how she made these for Wukong for.... father's day.

Taking two glass containers labeled, 'Hot chocolate' and 'coffee'. They put two spoons of hot chocolate into their mug and one spoon of coffee into Wukong's.

She poured the hot water into the two mugs. She then turned of the stove and stirred the mixtures into the cups and got forks.

(I just wanna hurry up and get this scene over with😭‼️)

[Name] then placed the mugs on the side of the plates and exited the kitchen, making her way to Wukong's room. They struggled to open the door but they managed.

They entered to find.... he wasn't there.. wha- where was he?

"Boo-" [Name] side swiped Wukong as he fell to the floor. The silence was so loud until, "BAHAHAHA! GREAT JOB BUNZ!!" He exclaimed. "You are so weird.." [Name] deadpanned.

She sighed as she handed Wukong his breakfast, "Here.." He took the plate and chuckled, "Smells good, aren't you a little chef?" He ruffled their hair. They shook their head and took a sip of ther hot chocolate.

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[Name] adjusted their mask, they watched like a hawk as the saw the scene unfold infront of them.

The young man they met at the race was in trouble. [Name] took out their knife and rushed down there to help him. She watched as he lit aflame, gasping lightly before focusing back on her target.

She crept up behind the big fish(?) man, kicking him away. "What? It's you! It's not safe here-" He pointed out, "I know what I'm doing" She calmly stated, dashing towards the creature.

Their weapons collided as [Name] stared down at its face. The creature knocked them back as they scoffed. With all their might, [Name] swung her weapon as the creature stood still before collapsing unto the floor. "And down..!" They heard Wukong.

"Wow great job Bunz!" He exclaimed while stretching. Kicking the helmet to the side, he knelt down and took a big inhale, "I love the smell of grilled fish in the morning..!" He exhaled.

"Who are they? Who are you?" The young man asked, "Nezha you're always so-" "Slow?", "Forgetful."

"What did you call me?" The man asked. Wukong began dragging the body of the fish creature.

He turned to [Name], "You think by calling him Nezha got his attention?" [Name] deadpanned. "He sure looks surprised" Wukong cackled.

"Latet gater!"

"Da- Wukong please just go..."

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:D

Sorry that I've been gone, school is a bummer.

This story is now posted on Tumblr!

Username: ixelx

K byeee!!₊˚ˑ༄

#nezha reborn x reader #nezha reborn #sun wukong #x reader #child reader #demigirl #ixelxtagz💛

[luveline]

hello angel i submitted my dissertation last week and no one in my life really cared lol so can i pls request maybe james or sirius being really proud or something? dw if not, i love ur writing sm it’s rlly gotten me through the last few weeks of uni ily! thank u <33

hey! congrats on your dissertation! ily tysm for ur request <333

You say it like an afterthought. It is an afterthought. Nobody had seemed very interested and, though disappointing, you’d assumed that maybe it wasn’t such a big deal. 

“Yeah, so I submitted it and came home.”

Sirius stands in front of the oven. A frying pan heats on the hob, the house already fragrant with hot olive oil and crushed garlic, onions as they caramelise. He’s opened a window to stop your eyes from stinging, the warm breeze ruffling his long curls. 

“Oh,” he says, more to himself, looking over his shoulder at you. “Submitted what?”

“My dissertation.”

He gets a funny look on his face, a smile edged in confusion. 

“What?” you ask. 

He turns the frying pans handle to the left so it won’t get knocked off accidentally and rounds the table with impressive speed. “You did? Baby, that’s amazing,” he says, scooping you up into his strong arms. His words are pressed into your skin. “Why didn’t you text me? We could’ve gone out for a proper meal.”

You go sheepish, shy at his touch and his tone. “I’s not a big deal.”

His arms squeeze you tightly. “Are you joking?” He pulls away and there’s pride rolling off of his face in waves. “Years of hard work, you’re not proud of yourself?”

“I am,” you say quickly. 

“You should be!” He smiles, a hand smoothing over your cheek roughly. You like the pressure. He’s softer as he says, “You’re awesome. What’s your issue? Be more excited about this.”

You smile, at first reluctant and then wide, adrenaline bubbling up to the surface. It felt amazing to submit your work, long months of planning and prepping and a culmination of years of headaches, everything you’d worked for.

He chuckles and dives in for a chaste kiss, thumbs pressed into your cheeks. You close your eyes, fingers twined into his soft t-shirt.

“I have to stir the onions,” he says apologetically. “You’re amazing, well done and congratulations, my girl.”

You nod. “Thank you,” you say, words hot with emotion. His eyes are lined with fondness as he gives you another kiss before jumping to attention. 

“Fuck,” you hear him mumble. The kitchen smells faintly of burning. He turns off the hob and pushes the frying pan onto a cold one.

“Fuck it, who cares. We’re going out anyways,” he says, clearly excited. “C’mon, let’s go get dressed.”

“Okay,” you say, standing. You catch the end of his shirt before he can start up the stairs. “Thanks, Sirius.” For maybe a little bit more than just his enthusiasm. 

He reads you for filth, slapping your shoulder. He gives you a little shake. “Shut up. You did it all by yourself. Just grateful I got to watch.”

#sirius x you #sirius orion black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius x reader fluff #sirius black imagine #marauders era #marauders #sirius black drabble

[zapsoda]

quick and easy peasy fried rice type recipe:

ingriedients:

shitty leftover plain rice. i mean it. dont make fresh rice for this its not worth it.

soy sauce

a couple eggs (feel free to use more or less im not your mom)

sriracha or other hot sauce (optional)

whatever vegetables you have lying around (i had some ancient raw broccoli that smelled a little strange, sliced onions, and sliced tomatoes)

whatever precooked meat you have in the fridge (judge me if you want, i used sliced pepperoni, im sure bacon would be better)

salt/pepper/garlic powder. you can use seasoning mixes if you want, some cajun shit might be good. i found ranch seasoning in the pantry and added some if that.

oil/butter/grease

frying pan or wok that will fit all this shit

cheese (optional)

kimchi (optional) (it would be really really good though) (i didnt have any at the moment though so i didnt use it T_T)

steps:

grease pan with whatever lubricant you chose to use and let it heat up, i turned it up to high cause im impatient, but you probably shouldnt do that. go for like medium-high.

roughly chop your vegetables and meat if you want to. if you wanna put em in whole its not my problem but i think that would be gross.

season the vegetables with whatever you chose to use. salt is not optional if they are not already salted.

add those to the pan. this is also the point at which kimchi would go in. you can also add the meat now if you want to. if you dont, add it with the eggs.

once those have been sizzling up a little bit (really up to you as long as you dont burn em) crack your eggs in the pan and scramble em really fast so they dont fry. add the meat if you havent already

whenever the stuff in the pan gets too dry, add your soy sauce

once the eggs have cooked a bit (i.e. not glistening with wet egg goop) add the rice and stir it all around. if you have not added soy sauce up until this point, do that.

now you just gotta mix it up honestly. soy sauce it to your hearts content, add hot sauce or cheese as you please. when you feel in your soul that it is done, it is done, and ready to be served.

#i had a tag for these but i dont remember what it was and tumblr search refused to tell me #so im just gonna try everything and see what sticks #recipe #my recipe #recipes #my recipes #FOUND IT -> #cooking tag