#and then I shall make a lasagna

[maliciouslove]

𝕀𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕐𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨

ʚ pairing ɞ  stepbrother!denki kaminari x reader

NSFW, dark content, aged up characters (21+)

ʚ word count ɞ 4.7k

ʚ summary ɞ having a step brother isn’t easy, especially if he is as fun and good looking as yours. you always got along just fine, but some very depraved and dark corner of your mind always forced you to look at him different, to imagine things that were taboo—to touch yourself while thinking of him. so when you had to crash at his place for a couple of days while your apartment was being fumigated, things escalated rather fast. i mean, it’s fine if it doesn’t go in, right?

ʚ tags ɞ mention of death (reader’s mother), tw stepcest, tw dubcon, masturbation, tw voyeurism, oral (f!receiving), tw spit, pussyjob, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breeding, recording, blackmail

Most people say that having a parent remarry and having step-siblings is awful. You, however, don't see it that way.

Despite the devastation of losing your mother at a young age, you were grateful to your father for stepping up and taking care of you with everything he had after your mother's passing. You were 4 at the time, and things didn’t quite make sense until you got older—but with time, the more you matured, the more you came to terms with the situation. The older you got, the better you understood how much of a super dad you actually had—on the one hand, he always prioritized you, gave you everything he could and made sure that you didn’t miss out on anything, partially spoiling his little girl. On the other hand, he also chose to be very honest with you and talk to you about difficult topics instead of shying away from them. Therefore, you were able to understand what happened to your mother and were fully supported while working through the grief.

For all this, you were truly grateful to your dad, though, there came a time where you became aware of all the sacrifices that he had made for your sake as well. Turns out, that he avoided dating anyone else for the longest of times, resulting in you having to actually push him into pursuing romance and give him your slightly aggressive blessing.

"Dad, it's just a date." You roll your eyes at him.

"It feels like I'm betraying your mother, our family."

"Dad," you hold his gaze firmly. "Mom is gone. I'm in high school. And you deserve to be happy! Get out there, have some fun!" You push him forcefully out the front door and fix the collar of his shirt. "Don't be home too late, I’ll leave you some lasagna in the fridge. Now go!"

And when he found someone that made him happy, someone that made his worries go away, you were nothing but supportive. She was gorgeous and smart and had witty remarks that made you laugh, so you accepted her into your life. However, she also had a son, the same age as you—a tall and lanky boy named Denki Kaminari.

The first time you met him it was awkward, you were both 18—just about to graduate from high school, you were shy and quiet and he was just all over the place, bouncing with energy. But you found common ground, talking about games and anime, so you became friends rather quickly, progressively spending more and more time together. You’ve always been an honest person so denying that you thought he was handsome was pointless—fluffy blonde hair and amber eyes that turn gold in the sunlight, he had a very intoxicating smile, and most importantly of all—he made you laugh. But he was your dad’s girlfriend’s son, so he was—in all ways possible—off limits to you. Therefore you were content just admiring him from afar.

Sometimes, you stared a bit too much, making up scenarios in your head before bedtime, turning off all the lights before you push your panties aside, ashamed that it's him you’re thinking about.

And here you were, two years later walking your respective parents down the aisle, grinning at each other and testing out how it feels to refer to each other as brother and sister.

"Okay little sis, shall we hit the open bar, get wasted and embarrass our parents?"

"Totally, big brother," you winked at him and his face turned red at a comically fast pace.

"Okay, how about we drop the sis ‘n bro stuff? Feels weird."

"Does it now, big brother?" you bat your eyelashes at him, a seductive smile plastered on your lips. All Denki can manage is a dramatic groan in response, walking away quickly, hearing you cackle as the distance between you two grew larger.

He might be off limits, even more so now that he was your step brother, but you still enjoyed making him flustered. The perk of it was that it was extremely easy to do so—blow some air on his nape, trace a finger along his jawline and he’s ready to turn into a puddle on the floor.

And you did this within limits. Of course.

Your parents were happy that the both of you got along so well, and even happier when you both got accepted into the same college, living in the same city. Although you studied different courses, rarely seeing each other on campus, you did occasionally go to parties together, Denki making sure to get your drunk ass back home safely every time. He was kind and dependent and always had your back.

Even more so when you had discovered that your suspiciously cheap rental apartment was infested with termites, having to be fully fumigated, and you had to ask your step brother if you could crash at his place for a couple of days.

“Of course!” his voice sounded chipper over the phone. “We’re so totally having a Marvel marathon, I am not taking no for an answer, pack your shit and come over, I’ll have nachos ready in 30 minutes.”

The line went silent as he hung up and you found yourself smiling at his enthusiasm. A voice at the back of your head told you he’d be such a fine boyfriend—if he wasn’t your step brother.

Yet, you allowed yourself a few minutes of imagining what kind of dates he would take you on—arcade dates, bringing you to museums so he can narrate over the audio guide with absolute nonsense and making some lame joke about van Gogh and George Weasly and ‘hole-y’. You shake your head as if to purge the thoughts and you get on with packing your essentials for the next couple of days.

You stare at your underwear drawer and contemplate. Would it be weird if you pick the sexiest lingerie you own... just to stay at your step brother's place for a few days? Totally not.

“Self-care.” You say to yourself as you take out several lacy thongs and bralettes that match, carefully placing them in your suitcase. You just like wearing nice underwear, what’s the big deal? It’s only for you to see anyway.

Right?

Happy with the items you’ve packed, double checking if you’ve got your toothbrush and all your chargers— you take a deep breath and vacate your apartment, heading over to Denki’s.

“We should’ve just gotten an apartment together, it would’ve been so much cheaper and nicer.” Denki whined as he helped you carry your suitcase up the stairs, as his building had no elevator.

“So what I’m hearing is you want to see my pretty face every day, correct?” you smirked, noticing the barely visible butt clench he did upon hearing your words, at which you chuckled. “Honestly, you’d get sick of me in about a week so be glad we don’t live together.”

He grumbles something you can't understand under his breath and you allow him to move on from the topic.

The first night in his apartment goes well—you have dinner together and then proceed with a quiet movie night. Snuggled together under a fuzzy blanket, the light of the TV was illuminating Denki’s face, showing off his best features—playful amber eyes, devilish smile and a sharp jawline. You spent more time looking at said face and judging the softness of his blonde locks, rather than looking at whatever movie he put on for you.

The realization that you haven’t gotten laid for a few months now and that your step brother is awfully handsome makes you feel a certain way, insides knotting up and devious thoughts plaguing your mind.

Mindlessly, you place your hand on his thigh under the blanket and you feel his body immediately tense up under your touch. Kaminari tries to play it off cool, like nothing has happened, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen.

So that’s how you wanna play, hm?

Your hand travels up and down his thigh, caressing it, squeezing it every once in a while and slowly but surely going further up with each stroke. At the same time you maintain a blank façade, pretending to be fully focused on the movie.

Once your hand starts getting dangerously close to his now semi-hard cock, Denki lets out a fake cough and gets up under the pretense of getting ice cream and some new drinks. Your eyes follow his frame as he exits the room almost skittishly and the dangerous thoughts make you lick your lips in excitement.

He’d look very cute broken and torn up over experiencing sexual desire towards his little step sister.

A plan begins forming in your head.

You spend the rest of the evening making Denki’s temperature rise and his ears turn red with embarrassment—a subtle press of your tits against his arm when you cling to it, removing stray hairs from his face with a gentle hand, accidentally tracing his jawline with your finger, keeping his gaze just a tad longer than appropriate.

Meanwhile, Kaminari continues shifting uncomfortably in his seat, trying to find a pose that would allow him to hide how turned on he is, purposefully avoiding looking down your cleavage or observing how your shorts were riding up your thighs, revealing more plush skin that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

You don’t push too far though, you still had a couple of more days staying at his place, plenty of time to make your plan come to fruition. The movie comes to an end and you both decide to call it a night—you kiss his cheek and thank him again for allowing you to stay over, wishing him a good night and heading over to the guest bedroom where you were staying. His own room was right next door and you begin wondering how thin the walls really are.

Removing your clothes and kicking your panties aside, you make yourself comfortable on the bed and slide your hands down your torso, imagining how much bigger Denki’s would be, warmer than your own, eager.

Your mind conjures images of your step brother losing himself under you as you hover over his face, tongue lapping at your core like a starved man, staring up at you with those intoxicating cat-like amber eyes. Cupping your breast, a low moan escapes your lips as your other hand glides between your legs, humming with approval of how wet you are because of your step brother.

You touch yourself, rolling your nipples between your thumb and index finger, drawing circles on your clit and letting your mind relish in all the taboo things you want to do with Denki, paying less and less attention to the needy sounds bouncing off of the walls, yet hoping that they reach Denki’s ears.

And they do—in the other room Denki has his ear pressed to the wall, already fumbling with the zipper of his pants, his face so red and hot because he knows how wrong this is. You’re his little sister, not by blood, but you were family, and God, you were still incredibly gorgeous and just his type.

He had put so much effort over the years into not being a creep, not watching your ass as you walk away or blatantly staring at your tits. He had learned to be subtle, to be unnoticeable, to steal glances and satisfy himself by just imagining your lips around his cock—just that, nothing more.

But now, having you in his apartment, being surrounded by the scent of your perfume mixed with the coconut-scented shampoo you use—he was losing his mind. You’d been so much more touchy than usual this evening and your hand on his thigh made him feel dirty, so here he was now, listening in on you, knowing full well what you were doing and how incredibly wrong this was, invading your privacy and taking advantage of it, but he couldn’t help it.

Lip tucked between his teeth to keep quiet, he spits onto his palm and spreads his saliva over his cock, slowly fucking into his fist, trying to match your pace he was trying to guess from the cute whines he could hear. He imagined you spreading your pussy for him, beckoning him to take advantage of you, calling him ‘big brother’ in that seductive voice of yours that could drive him mad. Hearing you panting louder, breath uneven and needy, he allows himself to go faster, now picturing himself pushing his cock into your tight little hole, imagining his cum leaking out of you and just like that, faster than he’s ever experienced, he came in his hand shooting thick ropes of cum onto his knuckles and pillow, his heart threatening to leave his chest cavity.

The post-nut clarity hits him and Denki is plagued with shame and guilt, quickly removing his pillowcase and bedsheets and tossing them to the side, replacing the old one with new clean ones while mentally berating himself, feeling disgusted with his own actions.

He no longer hears you moaning in the other room, the sweet sound dying down and feels  relieved, shoving his face into the freshly changed pillow and trying not to scream at himself. It felt like he had committed a crime, a sin of some sort, his own guilty conscience not allowing  him to get much sleep, forcing Kaminari to toss and turn for the most part of the night, shaking his head as if trying to push away the thoughts of your breasts in his mouth out of his mind by force.

The next day, he seems to be the same, shoulders sagged with guilt, barely managing to look you in the eye during breakfast. Both of you had classes, so you drive to campus together and Denki, happy to have a distraction from his lewd thoughts about his own step sister.

You on the other hand keep your focus on your plan the entire day, not paying attention to a single lecture, forgetting to even eat lunch—completely consumed by your desire to have your step brother snap.

You had it all figured out—with your classes finishing earlier than Kaminari’s, you could head home before him and use the spare key he gave you to prepare for his return. You knew your brother was very curious, not a doubt in your mind that he would seek you out when he got in and you hoped that what he found would be enough to make Denki lose control.

And to no surprise, everything goes exactly according to your vision. You shower and put on some of that pretty lingerie you had brought with you, leaving the door to your room slightly cracked open, whilst entertaining yourself until the target audience for your little performance had returned home.

You’re lying on the bed—face down, ass up when you hear the front door open, the sound making you quiver with excitement, heart beating even faster as his footsteps approach, the fingers playing with your clit speeding up, your arousal dribbling down your thighs in fat droplets

The house was suspiciously quiet, leading Denki to believe you hadn’t gotten back yet. He’d kicked his shoes off to the side, tossing his bag onto the couch before heading towards his room with the intention to shed off his outside clothes and switch into something more comfortable. That didn’t end up being the case. Noticing that the door to your room was ajar, he takes a quick glance through the crack, freezing in his tracks as his sunshine eyes fixate on your drooling cunt, clenching around nothing, your arousal soaked fingers toying with your puffy folds. In this position you can’t see him, so Kaminari basks in the sight for a few moments to enjoy this, to memorize it and engrave the image of your cute cunt into his mind—trying hard to ignore the raging boner in his pants.

Kaminari gulps, feeling as if there’s a massive lump in his throat, right hand absentmindedly adjusting his now hard cock.

“Denks,” your needy voice shocks him out of his trance. “Please...”

His brain short circuits.

Time feels frozen, the noise of the outside world fading into nothing and the sound of his heartbeat ringing in his head deafeningly loud.

His name just left your mouth.

You said his name. You begged for him.

Once more, Kaminari hears his name, watching you arch your back even more, spreading your legs further and sinking down onto the bed while begging for him incoherently.

Denki sits there, motionless, watching his little step sister cumming hard, making a mess on the bed sheets while chanting his name.

For many years, his sanity and patience were tested—like a string tightly pulled back. In this single moment as he watched his step sister shake in the aftermath of her orgasm, that string finally snapped.

He opens the door, slowly at first and then in two short strides he’s behind you, pulling you up by the hair, pressing your back to his chest and breathing hard down your neck.

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that little sis?” Inhaling in your scent, the blonde holds you tight against him, tugging on your hair again to force you to look up at the ceiling—knowing he wouldn’t be able to have any self-restraint if he looked into your eyes.

“Moaning my name as you cum? You want your big brother that badly, hm?” His throbbing  shaft presses against your ass, still clad in jeans, but you could feel it through the fabric.

You shut your eyes in embarrassment but don’t attempt to escape his grip, the lack of response to his question makes Denki even more impatient.

“Answer.” he growls in your ear.

“Y-Yes,” your voice comes out uneven. “I w-want my stepbrother, please.”

Your eyes stay tightly shut but your body gives your reaction away—shaking with anticipation and excitement, feeling your juices begin to slide between your folds again.

“Didn’t think you were this sick in the head, but who am I to refuse my precious little sister, huh?” You can't see his face but you can hear the sinister smile,  feel how thrilled he is by the way his grip on you tightens. Suddenly, Kaminari’s pushing your head back down onto the mattress, crouching down to take a good look at your glistening wet cunt. Your little pleasure nub looks so cute and swollen he can't help himself by giving it an experimental lick, appreciating the way your body tenses. So he does it again and again—paying good attention to your needy bud, kissing and lightly sucking on it, mapping out how you react to each movement.

You drip like sweet honey onto Denki’s tongue, showering him in lustful mewls and needy grinds against his face, tiny fists balling the sheets when he slips his tongue inside your needy hole. He eats you out like a man starving, holding your hips steadily in place. Your big brother loves the way your thighs tremble and your breath is uneven and he is determined to get you to cum on his tongue, he needs it.

And it doesn’t take long for your slick to overflow from your body, the thought alone that your step brother’s chin was shining with your mess was enough to make you melt into a puddle, the taboo aspect of what you were doing pushing you over the edge too quickly.

With a silent cry, you cum hard, pressing yourself against Kaminari’s face, a trickle of drool sliding down your own chin as your eyes roll back from pleasure so intense, your senses become overloaded for a moment that all you see is white.

Before you come back down from your high and your soul returns to its body, Denki has managed to kick aside his jeans and boxers, knees digging into the edge of the mattress and his leaking cock glides between your sticky folds.

For a split second an uneasy feeling captures your heart in an icy grip.

“Don’t worry. It’s okay if it doesn’t go in, right little sis?” the blonde’s voice is thickly coated with smugness, with a sense of toxicity that should be so incredibly off-putting, yet it makes your insides twist with desire.

Two orgasms in, and your head starts to feel fuzzy, the heat emanating from his length rubbing against your slit making you feel like you have one foot off of the edge of insanity. You circle  your ass against his dick, desperate and teary-eyed, pleading and chanting his name like it’s a prayer, enjoying the friction of your step brother’s mushroom cockhead against your sensitive clit.

His hands explore the expanse of your body, following the curves and dips of your hips, squeezing the doughy skin on your hips. Denki was greedily taking in every weak sigh you let out and every shudder you respond with, basking in the knowledge that he’s the one making his little sister drip down on his girth, oozing into the sheets and making a mess of them.  You feel the heat rising inside you, knots forming in the pit of your stomach, the madness creeping further across your brain with the sound of Denki’s filthy words in your ear. The sound of his dick slipping back and forth on your wet cunt. Everything is so obscene, even the scent of him is working you up more, the knots twisting tighter.

You crave more.

You shouldn’t.

Denki—he’s your step brother there would be so many consequences, so many drawbacks of your current situation.

But consequences be damned, because the vein on the underside of his shaft feels so good against your sensitive clit, so much so that your brain throws all logic and reason out the window.

Denki is nearly as desperate as you are, and he gripes and grunts loudly—so close to release, just from the wetness of your pretty pussy engulfing him. So when you lift your hips up and angle them against the head of his girth, pushing past your entrance with ease—he nearly loses it.

The softness and warmth of your cunt wrapping around his cock makes him feel like his soul is ascending to high heavens, eyes rolling back in his skull and body shaking in ecstasy with every inch of him that you take until he’s fully sheathed in you, balls laying flat against your swollen pleasure nub.

You don’t give him time to prepare, to react even—slamming your hips back against his as quickly as your body can handle, yearning for that the feeling of the tip of his dick reaching deep inside of you and helping the pressure build even faster.

Cock drunk and cross-eyed, absolutely debauched and unashamed, your body forces out another orgasm, causing your muscles to spasm with a string of curses leaving your pretty lips as your soft walls clamp down on the blonde’s dick.

Denki sees stars, the only thought crossing his mind in that moment being that he will never have pussy this good ever again—so snug against him, pulsing violently around his length, selfishly sucking him in deeper. And with that singular thought, your step brother decides to fuck you stupid, make you feel the exact same way he does—like nothing would ever be good enough again.

Snapping out of the trance your perfect pussy has put him in, he props up a leg on the bed, pulling his length out of your heat and marveling at the way your cunt gleams luxuriously with the crude mix of his precum and your erotic juices, clenching and spasming around nothing. You whimper, but before you can clearly state your protest, Kaminari spits on your raw and abused mound, slamming his entire length into you once more, with only a single motion, setting a meteoric pace—spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can fuck into you harder.

Forgetting all his previous misgivings about fucking his little sister, Denki gives into his carnal desire and takes everything he can from you. A thumb now collecting the arousal from between your legs and using it as lubrication to toy with your pert ass, slowly pushing in the digit into you  as you become impossibly tighter around him.

“One more time—I need to feel you cum around my cock one more time, sis,” Angling his hips to hit your sweet spot with every thrust, Denki practically makes you scream out his name, the blistering heat of his cockhead kissing your cervix repeatedly, leaving your brain absolutely scrambled.

You don’t even think it’s possible for you to cum again, but the telltale signs of your impending orgasm are there. However, it feels different this time, as if there’s some sort of pressure bubbling up inside you—like a volcano ready to erupt. A string of pleas leave your wet lips, not really knowing what you’re begging for but Denki understands—maintaining the same angle and rhythm, he sneaks a hand around your torso to rub gentle circles over your puffy clit, the action pushing you over the edge.

With a loud cry, you tense up around him so hard that he has to pull out, clear liquid gushing from your aching cunt as you squirt onto the bed and taint Kaminari’s golden skin, body shaking violently with tears streaming down your face until you’re overwhelmed by the feeling. The view of your pussy gushing and squirting is so enticing, but Denki is too greedy to allow you time to calm down, grabbing your hips and propping you up, lining his tip with your sopping entrance  again and drilling into you at a ravenous pace.

You’re too sensitive, too sore, even—but he holds you firm against his chest, a hand around your throat, slightly restricting your breathing and keeping you from protesting while the blonde  chases down his own release.

“ ‘m not fucking pulling out,” he growls into the shell of your ear, a cruel smile twitching at the corners of his lips. Kaminari’s words make you clamp down greedily on him, body instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

A couple more ruthless thrusts of his cock deep into your abused little pussy and he’s thrown over the edge, balls tightening and thick cum spilling deep into your womb—there’s so much of it, too much, to the point where it’s leaking out of your hole before he’s even pulled out. Your insides are burning hot with his seed and you can’t even be bothered to remind yourself if you’re on birth control or not, too fucked out to be able to conjure up a coherent thought.

Slowly pulling away, the tall blonde stares at your pink puffy pussy, thick cum oozing out in globs and dripping down your thighs—he collects the sticky substance with two fingers and promptly pushes the digits past your soft lips.

“Nasty little step sister, if I had known you were this slutty and desperate, I wouldn’t have spent countless nights fucking my fist—I would’ve fucked this pretty pussy of yours instead.” He taps the two digits that were in your mouth against your clit and your body jolts.

He moves away from the bed, grabbing something from your desk that you can’t see, still trying to collect yourself. Before you even had the chance to ask what it was, your step brother shows you his phone, the screen showing you a replay of what had just happened minutes before—a video of Denki fucking into you with no sound.

“Y-You recorded that?” the panic sobers you up as you quickly rise from the bed and try to take the phone from him.

But Kaminari’s much faster.

“Of course.” The corners of his lips turn upwards but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. His body language shifts as he leans down, eyes raking over your naked, soiled body, a cool and foreboding aura seeping into the room, sneaking up on you. “Leverage, step sis.”

The words feel icy, goosebumps rising on your skin—with you barely recognizing the amber eyes looking down at you.

It was twisted, it was wrong, but one way or another—Denki Kaminari will keep you all to himself. 

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[voidandabyssal]

Meet cutes with the Fell boys!

Red:

Cafe meet cute: You're paying for your drink, before turning around you smash into the person behind you.

You topple over, landing right on your butt as your drink goes flying through the air and spills across Red's shirt. Immediately before Red can say anything, you jump up, desperately trying to apologise to him as you wipe away some of the dripping liquid off his shirt.

Honestly, he's just kinda shocked to silence. Red is used to responding with violence. When you jumped up, he was sure you were going to sock him across the face or something. His fists tense and jaw clenched in anticipation for a fight, the other Monsters in the area quickly ducknig their heads to avoid getting pulled into it.

But when you start wiping your hands across his covered chest? Yeah, he's got nothing, genuinely just doesn't know how to react. This is pretty embarrassing for him to yanno, he's got a reputation to keep!

"Sweetheart, Sweetheart, no worries, all is forgiven" he gives you one of his winning smiles, gold tooth flashing in the light. "If you give me your number of course" he adds on, watching you fluster around before finally agreeing.

Initially, Red doesn't think he'll bother texting you, really, he just got your number so he could keep up his bad boy reputation.

He gives in one lonely night, you were kinda cute looking after all...

And of course we all know how to goes from there

Edge:

You meet at the start of a cooking class. The teacher decides to pair everyone up. The goal of the lesson was to create a beautiful batch of macarons within a certain amount of time. The winning team would get a small prize.

At first Edge just scoffs at you and tries to take over your pairs designated section of the kitchen. He's taken aback when you push back on his leadership and start working against him.

The two of you stand at the edge of the kitchen, glaring at each other as you both mix your ingredients.

the rest of the lesson carries on awkwardly, at least for the rest of the class. The two of you are to busy competing against one another to really notice (or care).

Both of you are struggling by the end of the class. The teacher had created pairs for a reason. Eventually you give in, walking up to him.

"We should probably start working together again," Edge scoffs,

"WHY WOULD I EVER WANT TO WORK WITH SOMEONE LIKE YOU?! YOU CAN'T EVEN TAKE ORDERS PROPERLY!"

"Because we'll lose and the other students will win! duh!" you hiss out, leaning into his face. He blinks, he had not thought of it that way.

"VERY WELL HUMAN! WE WILL WORK TOGETHER, JUST THIS ONCE! I THE TERRIBLE EDGE WILL ENSURE OUR VICTORY AGAINST THESE OTHER WEAK FLESHBAGS!" you resist rolling your eyes but you get to work with him.

The two of you make a pretty amazing team. Quickly you finish off the macarons and present them to the teacher.

You do end up winning first place. You can't help but smile and cheer when you're both announced as the winners.

When you're packing up to leave Edge approaches you. Standing tall and regal as he usually does.

"HUMAN! YOU WERE AN EXEMPLARY HELP TODAY! YOU ARE NOT AS USELESS AS SOME OTHER HUMANS I HAVE MET." before you can interrupt he hands you his number and keeps his hand open, waiting for you to give him yours.

"WE SHALL COOK AGAIN HUMAN! OUR DISHES WILL BE LEGENDARY!"

You do eventually meet up outside of class, he was right, your lasagna dish was legendary

#undertale headcanons #undertale au #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #voidimagines #sans undertale #undertale #fell sans #fell papyrus #underfell

[gallifreyanhotfive]

My favorite quotes from each Doctor (TV only)

I'll have to do some for the EU too sometime.

One: "I don't make threats. But I do keep promises. And I promise you I shall cause you more trouble than you bargained for, if you don't return my property!"

Two (about his family): "Oh yes, I can when I want to. And that's the point really. I have to really want to, to bring them back in front of my eyes. The rest of the time they....they sleep in my mind and I forget."

Three: "Courage isn't a matter of not being frightened, you know. It's being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway."

Four: "You see, if someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you and told you that that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then kill that child?"

Five: "Once a man fell asleep and dreamt he was a frog. When he woke up, he didn't know if he was a man who dreamt he was a frog, or a frog who was now dreaming he was a man."

Six: "This is a situation that requires tact and finesse. Fortunately, I am blessed with both!"

Seven (while fighting the Master): "If we fight like animals, we die like animals!"

Eight (god the fact I'm limiting this post to TV is killing me, really shot myself in the foot there): "You're tired of life but afraid of dying!"

Nine: "Just this once, everybody lives!"

Ten: "Some people live more in twenty years than others do in eighty. It's not the time that matters, it's the person."

Eleven: "Nine hundred years of time and space and I've never met someone who wasn't important."

Twelve: "This is not a war. I fought in a bigger war than you will ever know. I did worse things than you could ever imagine, and when I close my eyes....I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count! And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight....til it burns your hands. And you say this - no one else will ever have to live like this. No one else will ever have to feel this pain. Not on my watch."

Thirteen: "You're wrong about humans. They're not pathetic; they're magnificent. They live with their fears, doubts, guilts. They face them down every day. And they prevail. That's not weakness. That's strength. That's what humanity is."

Bonuses (crack edition) - if you recognize all of these please marry me

"Don't be lasagna."

"Yes, I made some cocoa and got engaged."

"These shoes! They fit perfectly."

"Kill yourself."

"An unintelligent enemy is far less dangerous than an intelligent one, Jamie. Just act stupid...Do you think you can manage that?"

"If I'm ever in need of advice from a psychotic potato dwarf, you'll be the first to know."

"I tolerate this century, but I don't like it."

"I always find violent exercise makes me hungry, don't you agree?"

"If I had crayons and half a can of Spam, I could build you from scratch!"

"I'm the Doctor; I'm worse than everybody's aunt!"

"The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn't get through those doors, and believe me, they've tried."

"Self pity is all I have left!"

"Come to Daddy. I mean Mummy. I mean....I really need you right now!"

"An apple a day keeps the....Ah. No, never mind."

"It was the daisiest daisy I'd ever seen."

"Now drop your weapons or I'll kill him with this deadly jelly baby!"

"In my time, I have been threatened by experts, and I don't rate you very highly at all."

#stay tuned for when i pull the audio quotes outta my ass too #doctor who #dw #classic who #dr who #new who #first doctor #second doctor #third doctor #fourth doctor #fifth doctor #sixth doctor #seventh doctor #eighth doctor #ninth doctor #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor #thirteenth doctor #quotes

[beefrobeefcal]

I have a Thot to contribute for the Beefro Repentance Tiddie Fic, in case it is helpful or shall I say... titillating? 😂 (I'm sorry)

Since it didn't specify who gets milked, maybe we go back to late-stage pregnant Mouse? A little lactation play where Frankie drinks from her after dinner until he tops off his big full belly? (Big enough to rival her bump 🥵)

Or since it sounds like nonnie wants some male breast play too...add Frankie and Mouse playing with each other's delectable chests first?

Anyway just some ideas! I wasn't expecting your poll to turn out how it did, not gonna lie 😄 But hey, I'll enjoy wherever you take us with this!

You're a lifesaver, Reby!

fucking RIGHTS we need to expose Frankie's Breeding, Pregnancy & Lactation Kinks!

Smuttiest regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

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Beefro Proudly Presents:

a Chubby!Frankie one shot

The Catfish & The Mouse: Mouse's Relief

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Pregnant Fem!Reader

Summary: Frankie helps Mouse find relief.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Word Count: 2,382

Content Warning: pregnancy talk, main character pregnant, lactation kink, pregnancy kink, breeding kink, 5-knuckle shuffle (male), lactation, breast feeding, breast milk, cumming in pants, weight talk, eating, sore breasts

Author's Notes: Thank you @rebel-held for the assistance you provided in your THOT. Thank you to @thehalflifeofloveisforever, @theywhowriteandknowthings & @neverwheremoonchild for their input, eyes and THOTs.

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It had been a day. You were now on maternity leave, supposedly to be giving yourself some down time before your baby arrived, but you’d been anything but relaxed today.  

Your baby had been kicking the same rib over and over for the last three days, not allowing you to have any restful sleep; your big belly weighed heavily on you, making movements hard; and to top it all off, your milk had come in, making your breasts extremely sore and heavy.  

Pregnancy was so uncomfortable.  

Thankfully, it was a Friday and that meant you had Frankie all to yourself from the moment he got home to Monday morning at 6:00 am. He’s been so patient and caring with you, rubbing your feet and back, switching sides of the bed with you so you could be closer to the bathroom, and giving you your space when you needed to just be left alone because of the raging hormones in your body, then running back the moment you needed to be held.  

Despite being so uncomfortable, you decided to do something special for him to dinner and make his favourite – lasagna.  

**** 

Frankie arrived home, opening up the back door to the smell of his absolute favourite. He smiled and walked into the kitchen, seeing you leaning against the counter, your hands holding your phone and resting on your big belly, while you scrolled through whatever app you were hooked on today. He couldn’t help but notice how much more pronounced your chest was, and his cock twitched in his jeans. But before he could do anything, he knew he needed to test the waters first.  

“Hey mama…”, he said softly with a smile, coming up beside you and splaying his hand over your middle. He pressed a kiss on your temple and moved his hand over your sore side. “How’s the rib?” 

You sighed with a tired smile. “Sore… but okay. How was work?” 

He didn’t want to talk about work. Not when that sigh heaved your swollen tits, making his cock twitch harder.  

“Baby…”, he cooed as he kissed your neck, continuing to test whether you’d let him go further, and he reached up and gently palmed your tit.  

You hissed in pain, and he jumped back. “What? What happened?” 

“They hurt… so much… I’m sorry, Frankie. Please don’t touch my boobs.” 

“What- why are they so sore, Mouse?”, he asked, sounding concerned with a slight hint of annoyance.  

“Milk’s coming in, and they’re swollen and-“ 

“I can see that.”, he stated, his eyes glued to your ample cleavage.  

“Frankie.” Your tone was indicative of your own irritation and a warning that your hormonal temper was rearing its head.  

He looked up to your face and offered a sheepish grin.  

“Okay… no touching the tiddies.” 

You sighed again, not wanting your weekend to start with your mood. “It’s okay, baby. Dinner will be ready soon so you should have your shower. “ 

He nodded with a smile and kissed you quickly before heading to the bedroom.  

As Frankie stood in the shower, he tried to ignore his semi hard-on but his mind kept slipping back to the sight of you, round and heavy, tits swollen and all because of him. He gripped his now fully hard cock and pumped himself, thinking about how good you feel and smell and look, and…  

He came fast, his come hitting the shower wall then washing away under the spray of the shower. As he calmed down, he thought about how quickly he hit his release by his own hand when his mind was filled with you being pregnant. He grinned to himself as he finished his shower, making a mental note to take some more pictures of you like this for his personal spank bank, especially if you decided one kid was enough. He dried off and got dressed, heading back out into the kitchen with you.  

***** 

The lasagna was gone, and Frankie’s belly was the only evidence that it had ever existed. You couldn’t stomach it, so he had eaten your portion as well, so you had some fruit and soup instead.  

“Fuck me, Mouse… we both look like we’re about to pop.”, he chuckled, trying to pull down his T-shirt, the same one that fit just fine a few weeks ago.  

“Head to the couch, I’ll clean up.”, you said, standing up and wincing.  

“Abso-fuckin’-lutely not, mama.”, he grunted as he stood up. “I’ll clean up later. You need to relax.” 

After some coaxing, Frankie had convinced you to have a bath and he would be ready for you when you were done.  

As you soaked, Frankie sat on the couch, full belly sitting heavily on his lap, and he searched online for how to help you with your sore breasts. He read about warm compresses and massaging, then his heart almost jumped into his throat and his cock came to standing attention at once when he read that he could express the milk by sucking it out. He groaned and palmed at his hard on through his sweatpants. Yup. He was going to be so helpful.  

You got out of the bath, feeling more relaxed, minus your breasts, and got into your lounge clothes, then made your way out to the living room. You stopped in the doorway and watched as Frankie grunted looking at his phone with a feral intensity and his hand palming his crotch.  

“Am I interrupting anything?” Your tone was teasing and the grin on your face told him to not stop on your account.  

“I think I can help you… with your tiddy problem.”, he grunted, tossing his phone to the couch and standing up. He walked towards you, his eyes fixed on your chest, and he licked his lips.  

“Frankie! I said they’re sore!” 

“I know… and I wanna help.”, he groaned as he pulled you into his arms and kissed your neck. If it wasn’t for the fact you both had pronounced bellies, you know you’d feel his cock pressing into you.  

His hand came up and slipped under your shirt and he gently caressed your breast through your flimsy bralette. Your breath hitches and he hushed you and kissed your neck again.  

“Don’t think you understand what you do to me, looking like this, mama… your fucking body is just…”  

He grunted as his cock tried to find friction when he bucked his hips, and he softly twisted your nipple. You gasped and let out a pained whine, but he held you firmly where you were.  

“Lemma help, mama… please.”, he pleaded against your neck, breathing heavily. “Lemme make it better.” 

You winced again at his hands, as gentle and wonderful as they felt, and seriously considered telling him off. But the desperation in his voice plus the warmth of his hand on your swollen breast gave you pause.  

He stood up, nudging his nose against yours, his eyelids heavy and he whispered please again. You nodded and he led you to the couch.  

Once you were seated, he went to the bathroom and grabbed a few towels, and put them beside you. He leaned down, holding himself above you with his hand on the back of the couch. He kissed you, and you could tell he was holding himself back as he did. He released your lips and pressed his forehead against yours.  

“Fuck, Mouse, you look so good like this…”, he panted as he stood up. “I’m gonna help…” 

He dropped to his knees between yours and pushed your shirt up over tour belly, kissing and mouthing his way up. You watched him with wide eyes, and it dawned on you what he was planning.   

“Frankie? What are you gonna-“ 

“Gonna make it better, mama… gonna help you.”, he grunted again, pushing your shirt your breasts and pulling it over your head.  

He sat back on his heels and looked you over with a ravenous ferocity in his eyes.  

“Fuck... yes, mama... look so good...”, he groaned, his hands going to your swollen middle. “No idea what it does to me to see you stretching out your shirts because you're so full of my baby... tits looking amazing....” 

He dove his face forward, kissing your belly again, moving up to mouth your nipple through the jersey knit fabric of your bralette. It felt amazing, but also completely confusing and overwhelming. The only time Frankie had expressed this much admiration for your swollen body was when he was drunk; he would get handsy and needy and would whine and beg you to ride him or let him fuck you in front of a mirror so he could see you. He was never this demanding and gropey and domineering. This was new and you were not mad at it. 

“Frankie...”, you whined as you panted when he nipped just a bit too hard at your breast. “Please! They’re so sore... please be gentle!” 

“I know... I know, mama... I’m gonna help.”, he cooed, sucking your nipple lightly through your bralette. 

You sucked in your breath and your hand went to his head, gripping his hair, and you winced as he added pressure with his hand to your other breast, causing it to leak a bit. When he felt the warmth of your milk saturate your bralette, he sat back and stared. His pupils were so blown out, you could no longer differentiate where his irises were, and his eyes were fixed on your clothed, leaking breast. 

“Frankie... are you gonna...?”, you asked quietly through heavy breathing. 

His eyes didn’t move as he nodded slowly and licked his lips. His hands came up and pulled your bralette off, releasing your heavy breasts, and his mouth immediately grasped one of your nipples and sucked. You let out a breathy whine and once again gripped his hair, this time with both hands. The pinch and pull of him sucking to get your milk moving was almost too much until you felt a release.  You sighed at the relief that washed over you and Frankie groaned as milk spurted into his mouth.  

He swallowed mouthful after mouthful of milk, grunting as he suckled, despite his belly already being full from his big dinner. He didn’t care about the ever-tightening feeling in his middle; his mind had a singular focus and that was what he had in his mouth.  

When he felt like he couldn’t get more from that breast, he released your nipple and licked it, looking up at you with dark eyes and panting. He moved over to your other breast, now leaking even more, and nudged it with his nose and his tongue darted out, licking up the escaped milk.  

“Jesus... Mouse... you taste so fucking good...”, he grunted as he lapped up the warm liquid. His voice sounded deep and primal, like your weeping tits had unlocked some deep seeded need Frankie hadn’t tapped into yet. 

You locked eyes with him again and he made a low growl as he pulled your nipple into his mouth and began sucking on it greedily.  

You leaned forward a bit and one of your hands slid down, looking for his hard cock, but his belly was in the way. You knew he was full before, but now his belly would rival yours. It felt tight and as your fingers rubbed and prodded him, and you felt his body move as he rutted his hips.  

“Poor baby... bet your dick is just aching... but you’re too big for me to get it... I can feel how full you are, Frankie baby... belly’s getting big... but you like this, don’t you... getting fat because you put a baby in me... that’s it... good boy...”, you cooed, stroking his hair. 

A low moan emanated from Frankie and his grip on your thighs tightened and he panted through gulps. When he finally drained the second breast, he sat back, and you released his hair. He looked like he was in another realm of existence, with milk dripping down his chin and his eyes blown out. He was panting and fell back and laid on the floor, his extremely full belly prominently jutting out above him and groaned. 

It took some work, but you got up off the couch, pulled on your sweater, and stood above Frankie, gently rocking back and forth, rubbing your belly. 

“Baby... your belly’s bigger than mine right now.”, you smiled, nudging his lovehandle gently with your foot and noted the wet patch on the crotch of his sweatpants. You grinned, knowing exactly what that was. 

He lifted his head and looked at his swollen middle and dropped it back down again.  “Fuck, I’m full.”, he groaned and closed his eyes. 

“I’d get on the floor and give you a belly rub, but...”, you grinned, motioning to your baby bump. “We both don’t need to be stuck on the down there.” 

Frankie huffed a laugh, his eyes opening as he looked up at you. “How are your boobs?” 

“Much better, thank you.”, you chuckle, as he struggles to lug himself upright. 

Once he stands up, you can see his back arching to accommodate the weight in his belly. You reach forward and rub his tummy and smile.  

“Kinda over did it, huh?”, you asked, giving him a pat and leaning towards him to press a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.”, he murmured as smiled and splayed his hand on your belly, feeling your little one moving around.  

“So, you came in your pants, huh?”, you said pointedly with an eyebrow raised. 

He huffed a laugh, wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and pulled you to his side. “Yeah... I came in my fucking pants.” 

“Sucking on my tits was so good that you came in your pants? You kinky bastard...” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah... ”, he grinned, nudging you towards the bedroom and swatting at your backside.  

You stopped and grinned, biting your lower lip, as you felt his belly press into your back, and he wrapped his arms around your middle.  

“Watch your mouth... carrying my baby can only save you from so much, Mama.”, he growled into your ear as he guided you down the hallway and int your bedroom. 

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@theywhowriteandknowthings @harryleatherfit @toxicanonymity @harriedandharassed @neverwheremoonchild @rebel-held @beee-haw @nevergoingbacknowshine @idolatrybarbie @v4vayha @lalocitos @xdaddysprincessxx @deathsholywaterr @heareball @lyssramscal @wintrwinchestr @blackfemalenerd  @southernbe @starkeydaviss @noxturnalpascal

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal tummy #frankie morales #triple frontier #you ask beefro answers #francisco catfish morales #frankie morales fanfiction #chubby frankie rights !!!!! #🥩 #the catfish & the mouse one shot #friend of beefro

[rottenpumpkin13]

Out of Context Shit Heard on the SOLDIER Floor #2

Angeal: let's keep our homicidal thoughts to ourselves from now on, shall we?

Zack: FREE DUCKS! FREE DUCKS! GET YOUR FREE DUCKS

Angeal: Sephiroth i will pay you 100 gil to put on a shirt

Genesis: 🎶 what atrocities will Genesis commit today? 🎶

Roche: i feel like i taste like lasagna? do i taste like lasagna? lick me, Kunsel

Essai: can someone check my dick for dick ghosts?

Sebastian: fuck it we, ball *pushes Zack down the stairs*

Kunsel: can I have one? *referring to the 17 rubber chickens in Roche's arms*

Cloud: does anyone want to pay me to break Commander Rhapsodos' knees?

Zack: *with a moogle plushie in hand* I've named him Terrence

Kunsel: jokes on you! I can't even read!

Sephiroth: male pattern baldness isn't a joke, Angeal.

Cloud: if you slap his ass it'll deflate like a souffle

Genesis: who the FUCK spelled my name as GENEVIEVE???

Angeal: Markers !!! Are not !!! For sniffing !!!

Zack: sometimes a boy gotta do what a boy gotta do *with the stolen masamune in hand*

Sephiroth: where did you guys get cotton candy???

Genesis: i may look like a stable individual but in reality I'm just 3 raccoons in a trench coat

Cloud: Has anyone seen my will to live??

Roche: if i put a pipe bomb in commander Rhapsodos' office will you kiss me?

Zack: who wants to talk about Mpreg with me???

Angeal: this is why we can't have nice things *referring to the break room coffee machine on fire*

Luxiere: Ow! Zack! Did you just bite my leg!?

Zack: Gen, can i borrow your clown makeup?

Luxiere: if you say YOLO one more time I'm going to make you swallow your shoes

Lazard: IT'S L-A-Z-A-R-D! IF YOU SPELL 'LIZARD' ONE MORE TIME ZACKARY, IM GOING TO TRANSFER YOU TO GOD

Angeal: who's bottle of rum is on my desk ????

Genesis: hey, mommy issues, have you seen Zack? *talking to Sephiroth*

Zack: where on Gaia am i supposed to find 16 garden gnomes on such short notice ?

Roche: maybe if you weren't such a LOSER the answer would come to you

Sephiroth: your eyebrows look like they were drawn in crayon

Lazard: How many SOLDIERs does it take to change a lightbulb? seven, apparently

Genesis: 🎶 i got a lock of Sephiroth's ha-ir, i got a lock of Sephiroth's ha-ir 🎶

Angeal: is this the mental stability you speak of, Genesis???

Kunsel: why stop at one SOLDIER? why not insult three or four? fuck it, KICK SEPHIROTH'S ASS

Sephiroth: Smell my breath. Can you tell I've just eaten an entire sheet cake?

Angeal: I'm one inconvenience away from dying my hair green

Kunsel: if i have to hear the red man recite LOVELESS one more time I'm commiting arson

#ffvii #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 #crisis core #crisis core headcanons #ffvii crisis core #angeal hewley #ff7r #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #zack fair #cloud strife #final fantasy vii #shit post

[idontplaytrack]

First

Olivia Benson x teen!daughter reader

Warnings: none.

In which Olivia meets reader’s girlfriend for the first time.

“After school, are you coming straight home or are you going out?”

“Oh- uh, I have a date with Ramona.”

“A date? Okay, have a good time and be alert, yeah?”

“Of course, mama. I will.” You nodded, swinging your backpack over your shoulder.

You leave the house several minutes ahead of her to get to school- as usual. Your spirits were high since you'd get to see your girlfriend after school- it's been a hectic week.

Meanwhile, at SVU, Rollins knocks on Liv's office door to talk. "Liv, everything okay? I saw you through the window and you seem a little...worried?"

"Worried? Maybe a little, but mainly kind of happy? I mean, this morning I asked y/n what she was doing after school and she just tells me she has a date. She's never been one to be so open and tell me something like that."

"It seems like she's finally ready to let you know she's seeing someone. That's great, Liv."

"I know. It is, just a little shocked is all."

After class, you waited for Ramona at a nearby coffeehouse. She was coming from her school but it wasn't far away from the place so it didn't take her long. "Hey!" You waved and she saw you. "Hi, babe." She pecks your lips softly, "Did you wait for long?"

"No, just fifteen minutes. Ready to order?"

"Yep." She put her backpack down and two of you got up and joined the line. You've already gotten yourself a drink, but you decided to get some food now as well.

————

“So, a couple weeks ago you brought up meeting your Mom and I did give it some thought.”

“We don’t have to-”

“I know that. But I think now’s a pretty good time. We’re coming up to a year and if you feel ready, just know that I am too.”

“Okay. Shall we do that tonight? Mom promised to make her famous lasagna.”

“Ooh, yum.” Ramona nodded in agreement, “Can’t wait. Your Mom’s such a badass.”

“She is.” You agreed.

Later that evening, you took Ramona home with you. Your Mom was cooking and had just put the lasagna into the oven. “Mom, I’m home. I’m brought Ramona with me.”

“Oh, wow. Hello.” She shut the door of the oven and whipped her head around. “It’s great to finally meet you, Ramona.”

“It’s so nice to meet you too.” Ramona shook her hand, “How would you like me to address you?”

“Olivia’s fine.” She smiled.

“Alright.” Ramona nods, returning her smile.

While waiting for the lasagna to be ready, your Mom got the chance to get to know Ramona. “How’d you two meet?”

“A year ago at the away track meet.” You answered.

“Took me nearly two months to get the guts to ask her out.” Ramona admitted, “Now I know where she gets her beauty from. You two look so alike.”

Olivia chuckles. You blushed, nudging her playfully, “Stop.”

“You are gorgeous.” Ramona shrugged, rubbing your thigh soothingly.

“What are your plans for college?”

“Mom.” Your eyes widened in shock.

“It’s okay.” Ramona says, “I’m going to NYU in the fall. Early decision.”

“That’s really impressive. Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” Ramona smiled.

“I’m just glad my daughter’s met someone that loves her so much. It’s clear to me she feels the same way about you.” Olivia says, right as the oven dinged.

After dinner, Ramona said bye to your Mom, then you, alone. “I’ll see you Sunday?” You ask.

“Yeah.” She nods, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips, “We’ll hit a couple of bookstores then check out the new cafe.”

“Sounds great.”

“Night, baby.” Ramona runs her thumb over your knuckles.

“Good night.”

#law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #svu25 #olivia benson #mariska hargitay #daughter reader #fluff #fanfiction #mother x daughter #teen daughter reader #drabble

[siberat]

Mukbang part 6

“So, how about we give these pancakes a try? *Grins* As I said prior, this treat is what I am most excited to try! I found this recipe online and was excited to try it for this event. Cinnamon Pancakes! These were fun to make; I loved watching them change color on the frying pan and fluff up! *Licks lips* I cannot wait to sink my teeth into these!

*Takes a bite, face lights up* Wow. That cinnabar is potent! But it’s so tasty and goes well with the fluffy and buttery taste of the breakfast cake. And this syrup? So sweet and warm! Perfect combination, if you ask me!

And it looks like a topic of conversation just pinged. *Reads text* Oh, this is definitely on point. But it's a tricky question for sure. *Looks at camera* Why do you all make me suffer so? Just listen to what this ‘Nonny asked. If you had to choose to only ever eat lunch, breakfast, or dinner for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

*Clearly throat* First, I am going to have to have a little chat with you. I don’t usually get angry, and I am trying to hold back the inner beast here. But listen. *Face goes stern as a finger is wagged at the camera* You forgot a meal. Dessert. How could you? You cannot forget about cannolis, cakes, ice cream, and pies! *Busts into laughter* I’m just playing; I am not mad. Though there really should be that fourth choice, however, that would not be the healthiest choice.

Hmmmmm *Face deep in thought* I suppose I couldn’t pick brunch? I think that would be considered cheating. * Takes another bite of pancake* This is tough. I simply adore breakfasts; they seem the most comforting and wholesome. And nothing beats chowing down on such rich and sweet foods first thing in the morning. Well, after my morning yoga and prayers.

But my absolute favorite meal would have to be supper. To me, it’s the most filling. I love Cyber/tonian sushi, noodles with all the fixings like a sunny-side-up egg, fresh veggies, and meat. *A dreamy look appears on face* Even some of Rat/chet’s favorites are up there, believe it or not. Greasy burgers and fries, lasagna, fried cyberchicken. *Giggles* Yes, I ate plenty of the food tonight. But another reason I enjoy suppers is that Rat/chet and I usually eat these meals together. Yes, our suppers are later in the evenings, but my mech loves coming home to a fresh, home-cooked meal on the table. *Pouts* if he runs late, sometimes I have to microwave them. *Gives a sweet smile, then devours the rest of the pancakes* But we always enjoy the time spent together!

Now it’s time to move on to another dish and another ask. What shall I try next, hmmm? *Bites lip while looking over the table* Ooooo, I know. This pudding. Doesn’t it look so yummy? It has a layer of crunchies on top of some thick whipped cream, then two flavors of pudding: amber and bronzite. And the very bottom is a moist bed of hematite cake. *Grabs a spoon and takes a bite* This is so rich and creamy!

Alright, the next question comes from Auto/bot Jerry. This is one crazy robo-mouse! Let’s see what’s on his mind. ‘Dri/ft, it’s Jerry! I always wondered how you’re able to eat so much and never get full, even from getting so huge. Speaking of, mind if I rest inside your flabs while you eat? Please? I haven’t bothered Rat/chet today, I promise!’

*Raises brow* Well, I am glad you haven’t pestered Rat/chet today, but I am banking on you saving that for another day. *Sighs* I’ll find out when you do; my lover always comes back in an extra grumpy mood when you do tease. *Eats more pudding*

How can I eat so much? Well, that’s simple. This food is just so flavorful and, dare I say, addictive. Each mouthful tastes like another! And before you know it, your dish is finished, and you are ready for another one. *Smiles and laughs* Now, about never getting full…. Well, that’s not quite the truth. Trust me, I am feeling it right now. *Rubs his grumbling belly* The dull aches are turning into a steady pain that’s radiating all over my belly. Do you hear my belly crying angrily? *Huffs out air* I just hope I can finish! *Gobbles up more pudding, licking some from his lips* My golly, I sure did get huge…Just look out how thick my thighs became and how my belly takes much of my lap!

But I am onto the best part of this treat. *Shows camera* I have reached the cake layer! *Scoops cake and pudding into mouth* Now, as for resting in my flab rolls…. Oh, I bet it would be so warm and cozy for sure! Perfect place to take a nap. Sadly, I am gonna have to decline, though. I am simply too stuffed to house a little robomouse between these rolls. I don’t think there’s enough room! Plus, my belly is all achy and quivery as is without you squirming around. You’ll have to take a rain check for another time. *Polishes off the pudding*

Well, that sure was scrumptious! And eating one sweet tastes like another. How about this Alti/hex roll? I just love this earthy-red brown shell and pink cream rolled in such a pretty little coil. And the confectionary copper flakes look ever so pretty. *Picks up the dish and shows camera* Now, this usually serves four. And I know I should save some for my conj/unx…All I can promise is to try! * Takes a huge bite, optics light up*

Hmmmmmmmm. Very tasty! The cake is light and fluffy, yet the cream filling is thick and sweet. Such a perfect combination! *A ping is heard* We have another ask from a viewer. This one comes from Soup. Oh, that is a lovely name…. soup is such a comforting food to eat on cold winter nights! But Soup wants to know my record for the most I have ever eaten in one sitting. *Raises brows*

Not to sound lame, but I think this time. I know I came close some other times, but if I finish all these plates of food, this one will take the cake. * Chuckles, eating another large slice of rolled cake* I rarely go overboard like this, to be honest. While it feels ever so lovely and cozy to be soft and squishy like this… *Kneads at pliable belly flab* …The next few days are going to be restrictive. Sure, I can walk still…*Optics dart back and forth* Well, at least I hope so. Waddling would be more like it! *Nervously chuckles, takes another bite*

 But it’s challenging. Plus, the extra weight gets tiresome lugging around and you get out of breath so quickly. I ensure I have a few days off after eating so much. *Shrugs* You know time off doesn’t come around often.

Needless to say, I cannot overindulge myself to this extent that much.

This kind of ties into another question I just received from Hoot. ‘Has your weight gain been distracting to yourself or other crew mates?’ *Tilts his helm as the last of the cake roll is consumed* Yes, it has distracted other crew members, and sadly, some of it wasn’t very nice. When I get this huge, I usually don’t go strolling out and about. Thankfully, no emergencies ever popped up that needed my presence. I typically make sure some other high-ranking officer is available.

But I have gone out and about with more of a starter belly. Most mech’s didn’t really care. *Optics glance over remaining dishes, widening upon spotting the next dish, a cinnamon bun* There would be some glances at my spare tire, and some would try to poke. *Bites lip* I don’t mind if Rat/chet pokes at me, but I do not like to be touched by other mechs. I know it wasn’t meant in jest, but it makes me uncomfortable. *Sighs*

But let me interrupt by showing off this little gem. Just look at all this thick icing on top of this cinnamon bun! This is going to be such a sugary snack! And it’s going to go right to my hips.

*Takes a bite* Hmmmmmmm… Very fresh, buttery taste. And the icing? Very delightful! *Smacks lips* But to continue on what I was saying. Who would think it’s alright to just walk up to someone and touch them? Does anyone else find that invasive? I’m not talking about a clap on the back or touching my arm… poking a tummy is…a bit private, I think. *Takes another bite* Some people get too handsy if you ask me.

But I noticed some turned heads as I wonder about. Some linger long enough to make me question if they like what they see. *Winks*

But then some laugh and make fun. Wh/irl was the worst. I mean, okay, I can overlook the staring at my paunch, but the calling out was embarrassing. I was at Swe/rves, and he shouted insults about my weight and appearance across the whole bar. He hollered stuff like fat pig, heifer, what a lumpy sack of slag. *Cheeks redden* And to hear the laughter erupt from other bar patrons? It was just too much! Trust me, I have been called worse but turned right around and left. *Takes another large bite of the baked good*

 They act as if chub is the most disgusting thing in the world. Like it’s some kind of disease that if you get too close, you’ll catch it. *Shakes helm* They need to learn more about contagious diseases. And understand that just because someone sports a belly, they still deserve to be treated with respect. We’re not cyber/animals, after all. *Finishes off cinnamon bun*

However, I do not wish to dwell on the bad times. Now, Have I ever distracted myself? Never during anything super important. I am good at staying focused on the tasks at hand. However, during…um... *Sheepishly smiles* I sure hope he’s not watching! But during Ult/ra Mag/nus’ long, rambling speeches, I caught myself idly groping belly flab. It just helps pass the time during the boring- I mean informative speeches. *Smiles* Really, Ult/ra Mag/nus makes several good and wise points… he just tends to get into so much detail over everything. Before you know it, you just listened to how important it is to use matching paperclips or something like that. *Shakes helm* He means well, I can tell you that.

This has been ever so fun tonight. I sure am enjoying myself so far. How about my lovely viewers? Are you having a good time? I sure hope so! It sure has been fun sharing a meal together and getting to know each other! And I am almost finished, though, definitely going to struggle to finish! Please send good, encouraging thoughts!

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Still taking on more askes! So, if you have a question for Dri/ft, send it in! You can send multiples. Also, if you wanted to ask as another T/F character- just state so! Let’s keep this mukbang going and see if our dear swordsmech can handle all that food infront of him!

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[resowrites]

A Bird In The Hand - oneshot (request).

Summary: Henry’s girlfriend reaches breaking point when he informs her he has to go away yet again…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: angst, fluff, relationship difficulties/argument, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, lightly proofread.

WC: 1548

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

A Bird In The Hand - oneshot.

"So? Did you miss me then or not?" Henry smirked as she emptied his suitcase, deciding what needed to be either cleaned or packed away.

"Not." She refused to meet his eyes but he could see she was smiling.

"Yes you did, don't bloody fib."

"Nope, not even remotely." She zipped up the suitcase and went to slide it under the bed.

"Er, leave that out actually… I'll need it again in another week." Henry looked at her sheepishly, not wanting to have to drop that particular bomb so soon after he got back.

"What? Why?" He looked towards his feet, the disappointment in her eyes a bit too tough to bear.

"Look I'm really sorry. It isn't what I want either, but my agent in LA wants me to meet with a director next week… she thinks I've got a good chance of landing a lead role." Henry trailed off once he realised an invisible wall had gone up between them. She bit her lip slightly and then nodded her head, backing out of the room so she could finish sorting out. He chased after her. "Darling wait a minute, I can see you're upset, so let's talk about it." She spun around to face him once they both reached the bottom of the stairs.

"What's there to talk about Henry? You want to go to LA, so you're going to LA." His eyes narrowed as she walked toward the kitchen.

"Now wait a minute, I have to go darling… he wants to meet me in person. Otherwise, I may not get the role." Henry placed his hands on his hips, watching her ram a load of his clothes straight into the washing machine.

"I said I understand, I’m pleased for you darling. Now, what do you want for dinner? I was going to make lasagna but I'll make something else if you'd like?" He rubbed his forehead, keen not to make the situation any worse but at the same time, desperately wanting to fix it.

"Do you really understand though? Look, I've had some success but I have to go after the bigger and better projects… they don't just land in my lap. But that doesn't mean I don't love you or appreciate what we have any less. I always ask you to come with me but you usually opt to stay here. So what else am I meant to do?" She stared at Henry for several moments but ultimately decided not to respond. Instead, she started fetching the ingredients from out of the fridge.

"Dinner will be ready in about an hour if you want to go take a shower." He sighed and stepped up to the counter, gently taking the stuff from her hands.

"Darling we need to talk about this. What good is it pretending everything's okay when it's not?"

"Henry for the last fucking time, I don't have an issue with you leaving next week!" Henry crossed his arms, his own frustration now bubbling up.

"See? I want to try and fix this but you just snap at me. Let's be honest, shall we? You like playing the martyr, you don't even need to work as hard as you do. I have enough money for you to be able to step back a bit and spend more time with me, but no, you choose to stay here. It isn't me who's causing this situation - it's you." She wanted to scream. Instead, she calmly removed herself from the kitchen and raced upstairs, refusing to let him see the tears now blurring her vision. She slammed the bathroom door behind her, locking it so quickly that she almost caught her finger in it. But he didn't come after her, all she could hear was the front door slam and eventually the car backing out of the driveway. She fought back her tears, refusing to break down. Instead, she quickly undressed and hopped into the bath. The coldness of the enamel jolted her body and finally caused her to sob uncontrollably.

Henry returned about half an hour later though he didn't come up to try and find her straight away. She was still laying in the empty bath, her head aching and mind muddied by the whole situation. She didn't even hear him climbing up the stairs or knocking gently on the bathroom door. "Darling, are you alright? I'm sorry, okay? Come out and join me downstairs, I got us a takeaway." When she made no reply he started getting worried. "Darling just open this door so I can see you're alright? Then I'll leave you alone if that's what you want." She wanted to go to him, to talk and to try and make everything alright. She just didn't have the energy.

"I-I'm fine. Just leave me please." Her shaky voice frightened him and he began to wonder if they might not be able to get past what he'd said.

"Okay darling, I'll be up to check on you in a little while. Please try to come down for something to eat. Or I'll bring it upstairs if you prefer?" Again, she couldn't answer him. Henry sighed and leaned his head against the door.

After he'd finished eating alone he trudged back upstairs, hoping she'd either want something to eat or be curled up, fast asleep. Instead, he found her tucking her pillows under her arm while she searched for a blanket. "What are you doing darling? Come on, get to bed, we've both had a long day." She tried to get past him but was too tired to resist when he clasped her by the shoulders. "I'm not going another night without you sleeping next to me." She sighed and slumped onto the bed, her eyes closed even before her head hit the pillow. He stripped and took a quick shower, returning to find her almost asleep. He climbed into bed, gently pulling her towards him until his body was cupping her bottom and lower back. "Good girl…" He whispered as he kissed the still damp hair on the side of her head.

Henry was up before her the next morning and decided to cook a full breakfast. He didn't realise she was already sitting downstairs, scrolling through her phone, as he crossed the living room holding a large tray of food. "Ah, there she is. Good morning gorgeous girl. I was going to bring you up some breakfast. Here we are, we can eat together now." She mumbled back a good morning as he lowered the tray onto the coffee table and began pouring her some orange juice. "Do you want tea as well? Or coffee?" She chucked her phone aside and grabbed a slice of toast while she thumbed the tv remote.

"No thanks," He sighed. "What?" Her voice came out sharper than she intended.

"It's nothing darling, I just hoped that now things have calmed down a bit, we might be able to talk." She sighed, putting the toast back down and chugging back the orange juice instead.

"There's nothing to talk about." But Henry persisted.

"Yes, there is. Look, my trips away are as hard on me as they are on you. But I need to find a better balance because it's clear you don't think I prioritise you enough." She quickly cut in.

"Don't put words in my mouth Henry. I respect how important your job is to you and I've never expected or asked for more than what you do already." He looked down sadly.

"But you should expect more. It's normal to need me, to want me around more. All relationships take work and ones like ours even more so, but we can we do it, I know we can." She bit her lip, clearly choosing her next words carefully.

"Look, I chose this life and accept it because I love you. But I'm not sure I can sacrifice any more of myself..." Henry swallowed hard.

"Oh darling, I know you're scared and believe me… I am too. But I've promised to do more. I can't get out of going to LA next week and I understand if you can't come along this time. But will you come with me on the press tour? I've already told my agent I'll only be doing two weeks instead of four. If not, then how about I take you away for the two weeks after that? Sometimes we're just going to have to meet each other halfway." She sighed again, realising that given their different desires and personalities, this was the only way of making what they had work long term.

“Would it be okay if went away in this country though? You know how I hate getting on a plane.” He grinned broadly, by the time summer rolled around, he’d have no desire to step onto yet another plane either.

“Of course! What were you thinking? Peak district? What about Jersey? There’s still plenty I haven’t shown you there—” she leaned in and gave Henry a long kiss, wiping the bread crumbs out of his beard as she pulled back.

“I’ll leave it to your good judgement darling, just so long as we’ll be together… no camping though.” He chuckled and drew her in for another kiss.

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[salternateunreality2]

Preggoroth: Food and Cravings

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Genesis: Are you craving apple juice? You know, I invented pasteurization of Banora Whites, or Dumbapples as they're locally known, at a very young age. Forsooth, I gazed upon the rolling orchards and thought unto myself, "infinite..."

Sephiroth: *makes like an apple tree and leaves*

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Zack: Mom says you should eat beets so your babies will be better at playing the violin or something.

Cloud: She *said* if you eat them when you have a cold, the baby'll have some sick beets.

Zack: PFFFT WAIT I FORGOT THAT AHHAHAHAHHAHA

Sephiroth: Was...is there a joke happening?

Cloud: Yes, but it's not very good. Ba-dum-tiss.

Zack: AHAHAHAHAHHAHAH SPIKY HAHAHAHHAHAHAA HAHAHAHAHHA

Kunsel: Don't worry Sephiroth, this kind of humor really has to get drummed into you.

Zack: *on the floor*

Cloud: I take it as a cymbal of your class that you didn't get it right away.

Zack: *snorting*

Sephiroth: Ah, I believe I understand now. I shall contribute by relaying a saying Zack once told me himself, "Beans are such a musical fruit, the more you eat, the more you toot".

Zack: *honking and crying with laughter*

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Lazard: Oh, Sephiroth, I read up on it and apparently cold lunch meat is unsafe for the unborn. Here, I made some lasagna, would you like to try it?

Sephiroth: *mournfully puts down his sandwich* 🥺 *voraciously consumes lasagna*🤩🤤

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Hojo: "Specimen Dietary Plan #665 - Pregnancy" is specifically designed for optimal maternal and fetus health. I even invented a formula which has all the vital nutrients for each stage of gestation *thumps a bag of nutrient paste onto Sephiroth's desk*

--one-winged angel starts playing--

Remember, no supplementing or changing from the nutrient paste unless performing Shinra business, no unpasteurized cheese...

---jaws theme starts playing--

...no runny eggs, no raw fish, no predator fish, no predator meat...

Lazard: *busts open the door, points at Hojo* GET HIM!

SOLDIERs: *swiftly remove Hojo* This is for your own safety.

Sephiroth: *Nibelheims the nutrient paste* *with prejudice* *growling*

Lazard: I'm so sorry Sephiroth, I came as soon as my Ho-no senses started tingling. Would you like some fettuccine?

Sephiroth: *CONSUMES* 🤩👍

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Genesis: ...and this ancient oral tradition, transcribed here in this limited edition midwifery book, has it that if you're craving sweets, it's a girl. If you crave savory food, it's a boy.

Sephiroth: *pouring syrup on his pickles* Shut the fuck up.

Genesis, who isn't listening to Grumpyroth: Oh, and this religious text also speaks to food safety. "If it doth not splitteth the hoof and cheweth the cud, it is unclean". No bacon for you, my dear. In Loveless, there is mention of a "dew that quenches the lands". Perhaps this is an instruction to drink water. Have you been drinking water?

Sephiroth: *Shaking sprinkles onto his spaghetti* Genesis so help me I will disembowel you.

Genesis, still only interested in the sound of his own voice: ...and this text here, "flesh is nothing but the despicable wound of a mangled body"...

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Angeal: ...

Sephiroth: ...

Angeal: ...

Sephiroth: ....

Angeal: ok, ok, I'll make you some meat pies.

Sephiroth: 😊

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Lazard: How about some chicken soup, since you're having trouble keeping things down?

Sephiroth: No. Unfortunately, the parasite has declared Gaia Grocery's frozen spinach quiche to be The Only Thing I am permitted to ingest.

Lazard: Then might I make you an omelette?

Sephiroth, eye twitching: The. Only. Thing.

Lazard: ...or a quiche from scratch?

Sephiroth: *grips Lazard's lapels* Lazard. *Bloodshot eyes* Gaia Grocery's frozen spinach quiche. Is. The. Only. Thing. *A tear slips out*

Lazard: O-oh, ok.

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Sephiroth: 😶

The Planet: Nooo...

Sephiroth: 😶

Gaia: Sephiroth, NO.

Jenova: 😏

Sephiroth: 😶

Cloud: Hello Sir, I do not know why, but my Nibel gut said to bring walnuts, so I am here and I have walnuts.

Sephiroth: 🤤 Perfect, thank you, Cadet Strife!

Jenova: darn

Gaia/The Planet: WHEW

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Angeal: Ah, Sephiroth, glad I caught you--I just read a new study that said peanu-

Masamune: HOWDY! 🗡️

Sephiroth: The next person. Who mentions dietary restrictions. Can suck my long, prehensile, toxic mako dick.

The entire floor: *salutes and flees*

Again inspired by conversations with the lovely @snowbanshee and @case-of-traxits ❤️❤️❤️

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[ragsandmuffins-ali]

Hey crew,

My evening shall consist of eating lasagna and trying to get the Revenge Boys (gn) their third season.

I’m taking gif requests for all your Renew As A Crew needs. Happy to include alternative subtitles and stuff. Just shoot me a message, an ask, or reply here.

The more I make, the better I'll get at it!

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[eddies-perm]

𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫

𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

inspired by this instagram post. (I highly recommend watching it before reading!)

warnings. brief smut!! (at the beginning), but it’s mostly fluff, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, eddie has the pallet of a child, he also just is a child at heart, but at least he cooks! even if all he can make is dino nuggets and mashed potatoes and broccoli and gravy :) , no use of y/n.

word count: 1k

** eddie goes all out for your post-sex meal, preparing you a prehistoric plate straight from his . and, bonus, it’s actually edible this time! **

"G-God, you’re so fucking sexy. ‘m not gonna last if you keep making those noises, princess.”

Eddie’s hips are rolling rapidly, the sound of skin smacking reverberating off the walls of the trailer. He’s close, and so are you.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you whine, back arching. “Harder, baby, f-fuck me harder! I’m so close, I’m r-right there...!”

Fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, Eddie pounds into you, giving it everything he possibly can. You cry out with your climax, hips jerking as you fall apart beneath him. 

He watches every second, admiring how fucking beautiful you look when you cum for him. He doesn’t know how you manage to get even more beautiful like this, with your eyebrows knitted and jaw slacked slightly, a bit of sweat making your skin shine under the lamp glow in his room...

“Fffuck!” he gasps, “Fuuuuuck, princess!”

Groaning loudly and hips slowing abruptly, he pushes every last drop of his warmness deep inside of you, grunting with each spurt and lazy stroke of his pelvis.

You smile softly at him, reaching up to card your fingers through his sweaty mop of hair. “You’re too good at that, y’know?”

He laughs, pulling out slowly and laying down next to you. His face tucks into the crook of your neck and he smiles, pressing delicate kisses to your salty skin.

After a few minutes of basking in a peaceful silence, your stomach growls loudly. You chuckle softly.

“Wow, okay then. I guess maybe I’m a liiiittle hungry.”

“Do you want me to make you something?”

Your eyebrows raise. “Since when do you cook?”

“Hey!” he laughs, giving you a nudge. “I can make stuff.”

“Uhh, name one time you’ve made something that turned out to be actually edible.”

His cheeks warm as he silently thinks about the question. The answer is none, he has never made anything that has ended up actually being edible. The mac n’ cheese, the Kid Cuisines, the lasagna...all of it burnt to a crisp.

“Okay, fine...fine. But I’ve mastered the art of cooking frozen nuggets. I can even make you mashed potatoes and gravy!”

“Mmm, I’m not sure about that--”

“Fear not, my lady!” he says in his dramatic Dungeon Master voice, suddenly leaping up out of the bed and pulling his boxers on, nearly falling on his face as he does so. “I shall prepare a feast fit for my beautiful princess!”

You try to get up but he quickly stops you, crawling on top of you and pinning your wrists to the bed.

“Do not lift a finger, m’lady. I will do all the work and I will bring your plate to you.”

“You sure you don’t want my help?"

He shakes his head with a smile, pressing a kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. “I will handle it, there is no need to worry.”

“I always worry when you’re in the kitchen.” You chuckle softly as he rushes out of the bedroom to the kitchen. “Don’t forget to grab the extinguisher from the pantry, y’know, just in case!”

His hand appears down the small hallway, his middle finger raised. You laugh, rolling your eyes.

The freezer door opens and shuts, followed by the crinkling of tin foil and plastic. He turns the oven dial to the correct temperature, letting it preheat while he starts getting the stuff out for mashed potatoes and gravy. And, just to add some green to the plate, he grabs some of Wayne’s broccoli.

You sigh softly, turning the TV on and flipping through channels until you find something decent to watch. Not too many sounds come from the kitchen, other than the beeps of the microwave and the soft ticking of the kitchen timer. Plus, the crashing of plates and pans, followed by a string of curses from Eddie.

Soon enough, the smell of cooking chicken nuggets and canned gravy fill the trailer and your stomach hums with anticipation. Although you’re not the biggest fan of frozen or canned food, you always eat, or rather try to eat, whatever Eddie makes for you. Somehow, it always tastes better when he makes a pot of canned soup or microwaves some TV dinners.

It’s taking a little longer than you thought it would. The timer went off over ten minutes ago...is it really taking this long to get it plated?

Just as you’re about to get up and see what’s going on, he comes down the hall with a plate and a mug. Your eyebrows furrow slightly and you sit up a bit as he steps into the light of the bedroom.

“Eddie, what--”

“Presenting...” He sets the plate on your lap with a proud grin. “A prehistoric dinner from your trusty hunter/gatherer!”

You bust out laughing at the sight before you. He’s created a little scene on the plate, including two mashed potato land forms, broccoli trees, and several dinosaur chicken nuggets in the potatoes.

“What the fuck is this?”

“It’s your dinner! Wait, wait, you haven’t even seen the best part!”

He sits down on the bed and pours some gravy into the little mashed potato hole, and you watch as the thick brown liquid runs into the gap between the potatoes. It makes a little gravy river, completing the scene.

“Soooo...? What do you think?”

He’s got the biggest, proudest grin on his face. His expression is all lit up and happy, and you just love seeing him like this. 

“Eddie, this is...well, something only your mind could come up with.” You say, laughing. You look up at him and sit up a bit further so you can press a kiss to his lips. “Thank you, I love it. And I love you.”

Eddie grins even wider, kissing you again and again, and then one more time just for good measure.

“I love you too,” he hums. “Dig in, princess. I’m gonna go grab my plate.”

As he bounds down the hall and back into the kitchen, you smile, still chuckling softly. You shake your head, unable to wipe the growing smile from your face.

God, you’re so in love with him... Your gatherer.

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Do I Wanna Know

Chapter 35 of my Mayari series

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Summary: Thinking that life has finally settled down, an unexpected visitor comes and makes Loki question things about your past. A/N: I love these two. Mayari will always hold a special place in my heart because it was the first fic I ever wrote. I cringe sometimes reading my old posts because I know I've grown as a writer. haha. But I wanted to come back to these two. So, I hope y'all will indulge me. I added people to the taglist. Sorry if I overstepped, if you'd like to be taken off, please let me know. This entire series is inspired by songs. The complete playlist could be found here on Spotify. Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character (reader) Word Count: 2021 Warnings: Mentions of smut. Mild smut... Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The quinjet touched down just before sunset. Three of the Avengers stepped off with their new consultant.

“We appreciate you helping us out,” said Steve.

“It’s no problem. Now…uh…you said you had someone on your team that has similar gifts to mine.” The consultant said. “Will I get to meet them?” he asked in a plummy accent.

“Ya. I’m curious how your power works if it’s similar to hers.” Tony said.

“Her?” the consultant wondered out loud.

“Yes. We’ve been testing her and pushing her, to see how her powers work. She’s very remarkable. She can sing without compelling anyone now.” Bruce added.

“Compel? Sing? Do you mean to tell me you have a Siren on your team?” The male consultant asked, disbelievingly.

“Yes! Her name is Mayari. Have you heard of her?” Bruce asked.

“The moon goddess?” the consultant asked with a growing smirk.

“The one and the same,” Tony confirmed. “Do you know her?” He asked, suddenly getting protective.

“Oh, we go way back. The goddess and I.” His step a little more upbeat, he followed the three Avengers down the elevator to the common room.

You were sitting on the barstool next to the kitchen island. You were scrolling through your phone, looking for recipes to make for dinner. “Maybe some lasagna? I’m sure those three would have a big appetite coming back from their mission,” you asked Loki. He was standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your midsection and his chin on your shoulder as he half-heartedly looked at your phone.

“Hmm. Sounds delicious darling. Shall we get started?” he whispered close to your ear, peppering kisses along your neck. You giggled and he held you tighter not wanting you to escape his grasp.

“Babe, you’re not even listening. I was talking about dinner.”

“Yes, I was listening, but I’m otherwise distracted by the delicious little morsel that’s in my arms at the moment.” He spun you around on the barstool, making you open your legs to him as he confidently put himself in between you.

He kissed you. Passionately and unabashedly. Moaning when your tongue invaded his. You stopped short of breath, making his mouth follow yours for another kiss.  

You put your fingers to his lips and said, “Love, it’s my night to cook. I promise if you’ll help me make dinner, I will do whatever you desire...later. I’ll even prop myself on a platter if you want.” You giggled as Loki’s eyes grew with mischief at the thought. A lascivious smile came forth from his lips.

“Would you like me to preheat the oven?” Loki asked enthusiastically.

“Yes, please,” you laughed. “Than…” you stopped what you were saying and stood straight up. Your phone falling onto the marble countertops. Your eyes started to glow, but not their usual silver blue. It was a golden yellow.

“Mayari, what’s wrong darling?” Loki asked alarmed. You started to giggle. A chuckle. Then you turned around and faced the elevator. The three members of the team just stepped off the lift. Along with their new consultant. His eyes were glowing a faint yellow just like yours.

“Mayari! Did you miss me?” The consultant held out his arms and you started to run towards him. A giggle bursting out from your lips.

Loki looked furious. Who does this bastard think he is? Loki reached out to you and was about to hold you back when you froze in the middle of your run. You started to tremble and shook your head as if you were shaking the spell away from your body. Your eyes returned to their dark brown since you have yet to meet the moon tonight.

“Dru! You promised you wouldn’t do that to me again!” You playfully punched his shoulder and then wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

“Sorry, love. Old habits die hard.” Druig picked you up and spun you around.

“Wh-what’s going on here?” Tony asked confused.

“I’d like to know the same.” Loki sneered.

Druig gave you a mano when he placed you back down, holding your hand up to his forehead. You reciprocated the gesture. After all, he is older than you, and an Eternal. A mutual sign of respect.

“What are you doing here?” You asked still in his arms.

“You’re friends here needed help with something. And when they mentioned they had a charmer on the team, I had to meet them naturally. I didn’t know it was a siren. A goddess, no less.”

“Ahem!” You heard Loki clear his throat next to you. You looked up and saw a very menacing stare. Not directed towards you, but towards the familiar embrace, you still seem to be in. Druig let go of you slowly, teasingly, with a smirk on his face.

“Druig. This is my fiancé, Loki.” You said as you stood next to Loki, embracing his arm. “Loki this is a long-time friend of mine, Druig.” Druig let out his hand. Loki shook his hand begrudgingly.

“Fiancé? So this is the lucky one, eh?” Druig said to you. “Congratulations. I believe I knew your father Loki.”

“Oh? Which one?” He said with that sneer still on his face.

“Both of them. My friends and I were present at the battle of Tønsberg.” Druig clarified.

“How are they? Do they still keep in touch? How’s Makkari?” You asked Druig enthusiastically.

“Come on. We’ll talk over dinner. I heard you say you were making lasagna. I can’t wait. I’ve always loved your cooking.”

Druig went to the conference room with some of the other members of the team to work on whatever they needed help with. You started to cook the lasagna and Loki stayed by your side as he prepped the salad and garlic bread. He didn’t ask you a single question about Druig, or your relationship with him. You appreciated that he didn’t dig, but you knew your fiancé too well to know that he won’t let this go.

You tried to take Loki’s attention off it because you knew that his mind was probably racing through different scenarios of your past and possible ways of torturing Druig later on.

So you decided to flirt with him. You started with soft touches to his arm. Letting your fingers trace up and down from his rolled sleeves, down to his long fingers. You called him your pet names when you needed something. “Can you get this for me love?” “How’s it going, my prince?” He would answer you sweetly, but absently, continuing to do the task at hand.

At one point, when he handed you a ladle for the sauce, you said, “Thank you, daddy.”

He froze. “Kitten, if you continue this little game you’re playing, you might not like the outcome.”

“Oh yeah, why is that?” You tested. He started to slowly walk towards you, pinning you against the counter.

“Because I have no problems taking you right here, right now. I will sit you on this counter and proceed to eat your delectable pussy until you beg for my cock. And do not doubt that I will make sure you scream my name so that everyone will know whom you belong to!” He whispered threateningly. His heated stare locked onto yours. You shivered at his words. Your lace panties instantly soaked. “Especially that smug bastard who thinks he can control you.”

“I knew it.” You said breathlessly.

“I mean who the fuck does he think he is?!” Loki snapped, throwing the towel that was over his shoulders down onto the countertops.

“Loki. He is only a friend.” You said as you took his arms and wrapped them around you. “He knows he can’t control me. So he tries, every time we see each other.”

“Tries?! How often do you see each other?”

“I don’t know. A few times. I mostly keep in touch with his other friends.”

“I don’t like him.”

“Noted.” You said. “He’s only here for a few weeks, then he’ll be gone.”

Loki growled. A few weeks is too long for him to be anywhere near you. He didn’t like Druig.

“You are the love of my eternal life. Don’t you trust me?” you asked him.

“I trust you explicitly, my dear. But if he can control you, who knows exactly what that bastard is capable of.”

“You! You control me. In all the good ways. You’re the only one who has that control over me.” You said flirtatiously. “Come. Let’s finish dinner so we can serve it. Then you can do exactly what you just said you would do.”

The team had gathered around the dinner table, welcoming Druig. Loki sat next to you and kept his hands on you the whole time. “So how do you two know each other?” Bucky asked, pointing to you and Druig.

“Love?” Druig looked at you smiling, asking you to tell the story. Loki’s lips curled up at his nickname for you.

“Druig and his friend Makkari came by our island when the Emergence came about. Sadly, I could not help them locate where the Emergence would take place.”

“You helped plenty, dear. You might not have known where he would come out, but we were able to hone in and gather good information. This one can be very persuasive.” Druig said winking at you but talking to everyone else. Loki’s grip on your thigh tightened. If he didn’t let go soon, you would have five small bruises wrapped around your thigh. You crossed your legs, freeing your thigh from Loki’s hard grasp. Loki looked at you disapprovingly and crossed his arms over his chest.

“That was actually a week before Tony and Bruce came to our home island and asked for help. So you can imagine the overwhelming feeling I had. We hadn’t had any new people come to the island in over a thousand years. Then in a span of a week, I met four new people and…” and fought my brother and lost my voice.

“Anyways…after I lost my voice, it was Makkari who taught me sign language and how to communicate.” You finished. Loki didn’t miss the small pause you had. He looked at you with worried eyes. He knew you still harbored resentment over your brother. That chapter in your book still waiting to be finished.

He wrapped his arms behind you, resting on your chair. His thumb calmingly grazes your shoulder as if to say, ‘I’m here. It’s ok.’

“So you guys went back to her home island after you stopped that giant hand from coming out of the Indian Ocean? We must’ve missed each other in passing,” Tony said.

The conversation simmered down to a low rumble in the back of your head as you relived the traumatic two weeks of your life.

The two weeks that altered and changed your life completely. You were so broken. So depressed at having been confined to the island and then to have the outside world barge into your life unexpectedly and without remorse. A small tear threatened to escape. Your feelings were overwhelming you and brimming to the surface.

You felt a cool touch on the back of your neck. Small, soft grazes steal your attention from your harmful spiral. You looked over to Loki who was already watching you with concerned eyes. You took a lungful of air in and slowly let it out. Loki smiled at you when you exhaled.

One, Two. In, and out.

But all those things had to happen. If they didn’t, you wouldn’t have met the love of your life. The wind to your waves. You would go through it all over again. The pain. The heartache. You would willingly lose your voice. You would wait another thousand years if it meant that Loki was waiting for you on the other side. Thank you, you mouthed to Loki.

“Always, and forever, my Sigyn,” he whispered back. Loki gave you a soft kiss on your forehead as he rubbed your arm up and down.

Druig watched the small interaction, drinking out of his bottle. A small smile creeping up his face.

⬅️Chapter 34: Mine | Chapter 36: Coming Soon➡️

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[sirnica]

Gotta remember all the times you made a perfectly tasty meal!! Most people don’t even know how to fry an egg, let alone make lasagna. I’m sure you’ll ace it during your next attempt.

Thank you, Nonnie.

They turned out slightly tastiest than I expected. Still, we must remember those we lost: my beloved pasta machine.

She was a goos friend and we shall miss her and all she did for us.

#personal #but my vegan Bolognese is fire as the kids say

[alhyastarain]

i realised i forgot to follow you after being in the same discord server for weeks and literally talking to you— i’m sorry i shall do better *sobs*

BUT HERE IS AN ASK (OR TWO OR THREE) TO MAKE UP FOR IT!!

1. any book recommendations?

2. what’s your favourite fictional character?

3. favourite starch — rice, noodles, potatoes, bread etc? (say rice say rice say rice)

remember to stay hydrated and take care of yourself!! (i would tell you to sleep well too but i don’t do that so telling someone else to would be hypocritical) *vaguely saunters out*

sorry for the (very long) wait, i was in depresso space (iykyk)

anyways

book: ez peasy if u havent read The Name Of The Wind by Patrick Rothfuss, what are u waiting for??

fictional character: wednesday. thats it. i dont need to explain myself

starch: first time i hear of this word... but im hearing pasta. so if u wanna know my fav pasta, it MUST be lasagna (my fav food)

i will try to take care of my dumass better! (so that these asks dont go unanswered!) anyways tysm for visiting please do come again <33

#ask #asks #answered

[risukadarlin]

[piofiore no banshou] vol. 1: nicola - track two

2; giocoso

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[00:07] Did you have fun?

We should come again, if you did.

There are still loads of exhibitions left and our hotel is right in front of Central Park.

We didn’t make any other plans for today but…

The sun’s still up; let’s see what’s in this area.

If you see anything interesting, we can go take a look.

But a place as big as this…

There’s no way we’ll be able to see it all in one day = just like the Met.

But it’s extremely safe around here.

We should come more often.

Well, such a nice environment is bound to attract trouble eventually.

Maybe it’s because of the art gallery or the hotel or the fancy buildings…

But doesn’t it remind you of Falce?

Apparently they built Central Park to bring some nature into a crowded residential area.

But most of the people living here are rich.

A lot of people were upset because of how hard it is for normal people to get here.

If we carry on north from here, there’s a conservatory.

It’s quite far away, so we should go when we have more time.

There’s a reservoir around here…

Oh, look! There it is.

The size is more like a lake than a pond.

I can barely believe this is manmade.

Hm? What kind of tree is that, I wonder?

There are so many white flowers on its branches.

It’s a cherry blossom?

Now you mention it, I heard they received cherry blossoms as a gift from Japan and planted them here.

I think they’re called Yoshino cherries.

You can see Belvedere Castle from this side.

It’s a familiar word to us but…

I wonder why they named it something Italian.

There’s an observation deck inside?

Shall we go in?

Let’s go then!

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[02:35] Your hand, signorina.

The staircase looks quite narrow.

Watch your step.

Wow, the cherry blossoms are really beautiful when you see them from above.

They’re pure white.

There are petals floating in the water too.

The breeze feels so nice right now but I’m sure it’ll get colder when the sun goes down.

It’s already spring but the climate here is much harsher than Burlone - even harsher than I thought.

Summer in New York is hot and humid.

And the winter is supposed to be quite cold.

I heard this park fills with snow, so the whole floor looks white.

Sometimes they even have snow storms and you need to spend the entire day indoors.

Just thinking about it is depressing.

Yes, that’s right.

I’m not really great with the cold as it is.

I hate snow.

So you need to warm me up on nights like that, signorina.

Now then, let’s get home before it actually gets cold.

What should we have for dinner?

What about that restaurant we went to last week? You really seemed to like it.

I prefer fish to meat but the steak there was really good.

What?

Is there somewhere you’d like to go? Tell me.

I don’t mind where.

Let’s eat what you want.

We could go to the first diner we see or we could buy hotdogs at one of the stands and take them home.

Homemade food?

You want me to cook something?

Of course!

If that’s what you want, I’ll gladly make something.

I’ll make something delicious for you.

Oh, but… That’s right.

Why don’t we cook together tonight?

I want to eat your cooking too.

Grazie, signorina.

Right, let’s go and buy ingredients.

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[05:10] Just going into one shop is enough to convince me that the Falzone made the right choice by leaving Italy.

They have meat and vegetables, pasta and canned food and even general goods.

It’s like having a market inside the building.

It’s ground-breaking that you can pick the items up yourself and pay for them altogether at the end.

You do have to have a lot of trust in people for a place like this to work.

But apparently shops like this are popping up all over America.

It’s amazing.

I can’t help but feel like Italy has some catching up to do, when I see places like this.

I don’t have time to stand here and get emotional.

We have a job to do.

So…

What do you want to eat?

And you can’t just say “anything”.

If you say that, then I’ll have no choice but to cook you several dishes.

Lasagna? Okay then!

I’ll make something delicious.

Do you want a traditional one, with bolognese?

Or what about one with spinach and egg?

Don’t look so worried.

Maybe I’ll just make both.

If you don’t finish it, we can always heat it up and finish it tomorrow.

What do I want to eat?

Hmm… Let me think…

What about acqua pazza?

I showed you how to make it the way I like, didn’t I?

You came to mine to make it.

We won’t be able to get the same wine here but…

I see…

This country is under prohibition.

They don’t even sell wine here.

When we move over here, we won’t be able to drink, will we?

I mean, there are ways to get alcohol, but…

The quality and quantity won’t be as good…

We can think about the future another time. 

I’ll have acqua pazza without the wine today.

We can add herbs if you’re worried about the fish being too strong.

They should sell rosemary here.

Oh, they have rocket!

Seeing familiar vegetables like this makes me miss Italy.

We might as well make a salad with this.

W-wait a second, signorina.

The food you’re holding… Let’s not buy that.

You’ve never had it before?

Parsnip?

It looks like a white carrot.

But the taste is very… unique.

It’s sweet, like a medicinal herb…

If I had to compare it to something…

It’s like liquorice.

I heard that it tastes better, depending on how you cook it but…

I don’t really want to eat that…

Artichokes?

Yes, don’t worry, I can eat that.

You can put it in pasta or make omelette with it.

Giulia uses it a lot in stews.

And… I can’t say this too loud but…

Artichokes are actually a big source of the Italian mafia’s income here.

Do you not believe me?

I know it doesn’t sound true but it is.

They’ve been cultivating them in California for generations.

This should be enough vegetables.

Should we buy meat next?

Or fish?

I know about most kinds of fish you can buy but I wonder what they have here.

Do you think the sizes are different?

You can tell?

I know we’re just shopping but I’m having loads of fun.

We can’t shop like this in Burlone - like a normal couple.

When I think about how this really is a special occasion, I get a bit carried away.

I know it’s a bit childish.

I’m a little embarrassed.

That’s unfair, you can’t just say things like that.

I love you too.

I love it when you’re by my side, laughing like that.

More than anything.

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[10:05] It’s starting to smell good.

Is the acqua pazza ready?

You’ll need to wait a little longer for mine.

Why are you apologising?

I’m making it for you so I’d rather make something complicated.

It makes all the cooking worth it.

To finish, a lot of cheese.

Then put it in the oven.

Now we just need to wait for it to bake.

We were right to choose a room with a kitchen.

Now I can eat your home cooking every day.

We did eat at restaurants a few times too.

I should have made something for you much earlier.

I was only able to help you a little.

But look forward to this week!

Let’s cook together again tomorrow. If you don’t mind, of course.

I’m happy you agree.

No, I was just thinking about how you always look so cute in an apron.

I know it’s a bit early but…

I can’t help but think wow… you’re actually my wife.

You never have to dress like that at the mansion, right?

They don’t even let you use the kitchen most of the time.

So it’s… unusual.

It takes me back a little.

You helped Giulia a lot when you lived in the Falzone mansion.

I wish I could eat your cooking when we get back to Italy too, but I’m not sure Baltoro would let you.

Hm? Well…

I’m sure if you ask Giulia she’ll let you cook at the Falzone mansion, but…

But then you won’t just have to make food for me, but for everyone.

If I’m being honest… I don’t really like that idea.

Nothing makes me happier than my adorable fiancée doing things for me!

But I don’t want to make you do things for other people.

Really?

You understand how I feel?

I’m really happy.

I’m glad you want to keep me to yourself, even if it’s just a little bit.

I’m not joking.

Everyone gets possessive sometimes.

Isn’t it a good thing when your lover wants you that badly?

I might be a bit more possessive than most but…

That’s just because I love you so much.

But Giulia and Baltoro don’t get it at all.

There’s no need to get so angry.

Hm? No, it’s nothing.

I remember them butting in when I was talking about it before…

We weren’t fighting or anything…

Anyway, it’s nothing serious.

More importantly…

Now then, signorina.

My hands are free until the lasagna is finished…

We can be quick– Ouch!

You’re right.

I’m sorry.

We shouldn’t do that in the kitchen.

I’ll be patient.

I’ll behave until this finishes baking.

#Piofiore no Banshou #piofiore #drama cd #Drama CD translation #Otomate #Nicola Francesca

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

Rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 blogs you’d love to get to know better!

Tagged by: @gayvillainerainera (open tag hehe and it looked fun!)

Name: Katie

Pronouns: she/her

Zodiac: leo sun, sagittarius moon, virgo rising

Height: 5'3" (if anyone makes a short joke I will bite you)

Time: 00:59 bby

Nationality: Irish babe

Favorite band: Oh man idk, I do love Måneskin and The 1975, ADORE Florence + The Machine (I never know to list the group as a band or just focus on Florence but I adore the music either way, and if you weren't gonna read it in this category, you'd read it in the next) and La Femme, love me some Cocteau Twins, but I've been getting into Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sisters of Mercy, Type O Negative lately! Also vibe with The Radio Dept. And much more tbh but the list will legit keep going so I'll shut up now hahaha :P

Favorite artist: Outside of the aforementioned, Lana Del Rey. Also love The Weeknd.

When you created your blog: Originally in like 2014 or something?? But my blog got flagged for no damn reason back in like early 2020 so then I set up this one. Still occasionally use the other one, but mainly to reblog specific things/signal boost, given I had a sizeable follower count.

The last thing you googled: Madeira famous drink (the answer I was looking for was poncha)

Lucky number: Not telling!

Other blogs: @mademoiselle-katie (the OG blog that is like an old abandoned saloon which is frequented by ghosts rip; if I like one of your posts, that's the url you see). There are some others but I never really use them. @la-fxmme-damnee was a kinkier one I made but I had to keep logging in and I am lazy so. Not bothered to keep it up unless I get traction there lmao.

Why I chose my url: I felt like a change and was watching an old Edwige film where her character was accused of being a "coquette", and I sorta can behave like a coquette (in the original sense, not the Internet Type™ ) and wanted something a little dark, so added "malefique" bc it felt right. I can indeed be an evil coquette, or a nightmare dressed like a daydream (sorry to use the lyric but like...it is lowkey me lol).

How many people you're following: 1,024

How many followers: 1,122 (on this blog, but the OG has 1,192 and a history blog I seldom use now has 1.5k)

Average hours of sleep: Lord knows, nowadays between 7 and 9 I think.

Instruments: My voice 😌 I used to play violin and piano but gave those up. Did tin whistle in primary school lmao. Sorta harmonica (keep losing the harmonica bc I'm an idiot fml). Have been considering doing harp - for a variety of reasons.

Currently wearing: big, fluffy pyjama top and fluffy pyjama bottoms

Dream trip: GOD SOOOOOOO MUCH!!!!!!! Various destinations across mainland Europe, but I'd really love to see the Nordic countries and the midnight sun/aurora borealis (depending on time of year). <3 Mexico, Cuba, Thailand and India would also be super cool!!! There are some others too but I've already talked too much :P

Fav food: omg sis I love food way too much, Sicilian olives, hummus, kabanossi, brie cheese, fettucine alfredo, pizza, ratatouille, this ratatouille lasagna recipe my mom makes, blinis, smoked salmon... <3

Fav song: okay i have several atm: Passaccaglia by Ennio Morricone, Dominion by Sisters of Mercy, Christian Woman by Type O Negative, Bela Lugosi's Dead by Bauhaus, Cat People by David Bowie. I have many others including all-time faves but these are current ones.

Three fictional universes I wanna live in: none thank you (that I can currently think of).

I shall tag: @little-miss-scare-all666 @bodhitreebluebird @neednottoneed @sonybuzz42 @bouncing-flowers @jazz-vampire @mirandasinclairs @blackwoodbanshee @cafeomancer @catherinebronte (if you guys wish to, ofc!! no presh if not), and anyone else who'd like to do it! <3 It's great fun!

#tag games #i love these little things hehe #yes i've a wide and diverse taste in music i know this