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lsk3nn3dys · 3 months

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𝒟𝒾𝓁𝓊𝒸'𝓈 ℒ𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈

Diluc Ragnvindr x Fem!Reader

Warnings: vaginal fingering, temperature play, missionary, masturbation, body worship, uniform kink, cunnilingus, teasing, vibrator mention, butt plug mention, exhibitionism, cock description

NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare = Diluc’s aftercare is very proper and very attentive. He will immediately check in with you and make sure you’re okay before anything else. He will grab you some tea and a small snack or bring you to a warm bath - whatever it is you need, he’ll provide.

B = Body Part = On himself, he’d say either his arms or back - both for the same reason. That reason being held on or marked up by you. For you, it’s a tough choice for him. He really loves everything about you. However, if he had to choose, he would say you’re face. He loves watching it change from excited to pleasure-filled or watching your brows knit together when you cum - he loves it all.

C = Cum = He doesn’t have any specific preference on where his cum ends up. He loves seeing it on or in you anywhere. You drenched in his cum - he just loves it. With your cum he loves it on his tongue or on his fingers - feels so intimate to him.

D = Dirty Secret = He does use his vision occasionally with some temperature play, but never enough to hurt you. He just likes when your pussy can’t get enough of his fingers when they’re hot.

E = Experience = He’s fairly experienced but nothing too crazy. He knows how to treat you and knows what places to use to his advantage.

F = Favorite Position = His favorite position is most likely missionary. He loves the feeling of control he gets to have, and being able to see your reactions is amazing, too.

G = Goofy = He’s not very joky and is more serious in the moment, but your laughter is infectious to him, so if you start to laugh, he will join in.

H = Hair = He takes good care of himself, and lemme just say the red happy trail is the sexiest thing ever known to man istg.

I = Intimacy = He’s very romantic with you, prioritizing your pleasure every time. He loves taking his sweet time with you and giving you anything you desire. He’ll kiss you all over and gush about your beauty like Shakespeare’s levels of praise from him.

J = Jack Off = He doesn’t really jerk off. You’ve never caught him or anything, so he must never really do it. He says it’s because you’re in his life, so there’s no need.

K = Kink = Body worship because he’s so devoted to you in every way. Bit of a uniform kink. And, of course, temperature play.

L = Location = He loves fucking you in his home - so there’s perfect privacy, and he takes his time with you.

M = Motivation = Something that really gets him going is seeing you all dressed up for a fancy event. He’ll become all red, and his cock will beg to fuck you.

N = No = He would never hurt you seriously - like if either of you wanted to “hurt,” it would not be that serious.

O = Oral = He does prefer slightly to attend to you, so he’s more of a giver. He uses his slick tongue and hot fingers to his advantage.

P = Pace = He goes for a medium when it comes to pace because being slow doesn’t really do much for either of you and if he goes fast, he might cum too fast and not be able to enjoy you fully.

Q = Quickie = He does really do them. However, if you tease him enough, he’ll indulge.

R = Risk = He doesn’t really take any risks or experiment that much, but if it’s something you’re very interested in, he’s willing to look into it or maybe even try it.

S = Stamina = He’s got a lot of stamina and loves fucking you through so many orgasms (something he unapologetically loves).

T = Toys = He uses them only on you, whether that be a vibrator or a cute butt plug. Everything is for you.

U = Unfair = He doesn’t really tease unless you’ve been a bit bad. You’re the one who’s the tease mostly.

V = Volume = He’s not very loud and grunts (with some moans thrown in) only to you. He finds it slightly embarrassing, actually.

W = Wild Card = One time, you convinced him to fuck you in the Favonius Library after hours, and you guys were nearly caught by Lisa (but she fr did not care, lmao).

X = X-Ray = He’s packing about 8 inches with a pale shaft and flushed tip.

Y = Yearning = His sex drive isn’t too high, but he will mostly indulge you every time you ask.

Z = Zzz = He always waits until you fall asleep because he believes it’s what a gentleman does. He’ll wait for your talking to cease and your breathing to soften until he’s ready to fall asleep beside you.

☆○o。。o○☆ ☆○o。。o○☆ ☆○o。。o○☆ ☆○o。。o○☆

#genshin impact x reader #gi x reader #genshin x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc x reader

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kitchenwitchtingss · 10 months

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WITCHY SAGE BUTTER ROLLS

These things are really like garlic rolls meet cinnamon rolls but with delicious sage butter!

They are perfect if you have a little extra time on your hands, and can be served alone or with a dinner, stew, or any type of soup and it pairs pretty well.

Quite the crowd pleaser ^_^

INGREDIENTS

For the Tangzhong:

2 tablespoons bread flour

2 tablespoons water

4 tablespoons whole milk

For the Bread:

4 cups Bread flour

4 tbsp sugar

1/3 cup milk

A full packet of Instant Dry Yeast

2 large eggs

Half a stick of Salted butter

Pinch of Salt

For the Egg Wash:

1 large egg

1 tbsp water

For the Sage Butter:

7 tbsp Salted butter

1 tsp garlic salt

2 tsp ground sage

1 tsp thyme

2 cloves minced garlic

DIRECTIONS:

Heat the Tangzhong ingredients over medium heat until they become very thick, about the consistency of a very thick brownie batter. It should be congealed enough so that it doesn't slide off the spatula very easily. This should take no longer than 5 minutes. Let it cool down completely (If you add it in hot, you will risk killing the yeast and the bread will not rise.

(What is Tangzhong?) Its a mixture of flour, milk, water that really steps up your game when it comes to the fluffiness of the rolls. Once you try adding this to your basic breads, you wont go back!

Bloom yeast in warm milk (Put in the microwave for about 15 seconds, it should be lukewarm, not hot. Add Flour, a pinch of salt, and sugar into a stand mixer with the dough hook attachment.

Crack egg and milk into the yeast and with the stand mixer’s dough hook attachment, mix into the flour mixture. Add in Tangzhong. Add butter 1 tablespoon at a time and mix until the dough is elastic. Then mix for another 5 minutes. If the dough looks too dry, add a tablespoon of water, and repeat until smooth. If it is too liquidy, add a couple pinches of flour.

Put the bread dough in a lightly greased medium bowl, cover with plastic wrap, and let rise at room temperature for 2 hours. In the meantime, make your sage butter by beating your salted butter, garlic, and herbs.

Flour the workspace and roll the dough flat to about 1/4 inch thick. Smear all of your butter mixture onto the dough. Roll as you would a cinnamon roll, from the widest side of the rectangle to the other side.

Cover for 2 more hours for them to proof. Then combine egg and water to form your egg wash and brush it onto the rolls briefly before putting it in the oven. Put in the oven at 350 F for 25 minutes or until golden brown.

Enjoy!

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simplyspellbound · 1 year

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Persian Love Cake for Beltane

This honey syrup soaked cake adorned with rose petals and fragrant with cardamom is the perfect dessert to represent an amorous holiday full of love. While traditional recipes include bannocks and honey cakes, this persian delicacy truly fills the senses and corresponds beautifully with the height of spring.

You can find the full recipe here from the above photo, but my version is below.

For the cake: 3/4 cups granulated sugar 1/2 cup canola oil 1/2 teaspoon ground cardamom 3 large eggs 1/4 cup milk 1 cup almond meal 1 cup all purpose flour 1.5 teaspoons baking powder 1/4 teaspoon salt

For the syrup: 1 cup honey 1 cup granulated sugar 3/4 cup cold water 1/2 teaspoon rose water Directions:

Preheat oven to 350 degrees and grease a 9 inch square pan.

In a large bowl, mix 3/4 cups sugar, canola oil, and eggs, until well combined.

Add the remaining dry ingredients and stir until smooth. Pour into the cake pan and bake 40 minutes or until a toothpick inserted comes out clean.

While the cake is baking, combine all syrup ingredients into a pot over medium high heat and bring to a boil. Turn down to low heat and simmer 5 - 10 minutes. Remove from heat and allow to sit until cake is out of the oven.

Allow the cake to cool for ten minutes and then slowly pour honey syrup over cake. It will take a moment for the cake to absorb all of the syrup, so if you pour all of it right away it may spill over!

Let cake come to room temperature before cutting. Serve warm or cold! Adorn with chopped pistachios and edible rose petals optionally.

#beltane #kitchen witch #dessert #dessert recipes #cake #pagan #Wheel of the Year

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justalazywriter · 2 years

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HCS| they are the little spoon| Naruto| gn!reader

Warning: none

➢masterlist

Requests open

A/n:Well some are short and some are long , I'm not too happy with the outcome but I hope you liked it

Characters : Kakashi , Hashirama , Tobirama , Madara , Iruka , indra , Naruto

Kakashi (ofc)

It's a lot easier to get him be the little spoon when he's tired.

He won't let you go and you can't change anything (unless you need to use the toilet ofc)

I would say his touch starved side really shows when he's the little spoon . Feeling safe for once and enjoying your presence is heaven to him .

He likes that he can show this kind of side around you and that you don't think of him as weak bc he is like this.

Cuddling like this with him is like having a huge heated teddy bear on top of you Wich is really nice (especially in autumn or winter nights )

Hashirama

It's a lot more common with him and honestly he's the best little spoon in my opinion

Huge heated teddy bear 2.0

he will fall asleep so easily on you and gosh his breathing is really relaxing and you might fall asleep but try not to, it's worth it

He is a funny sleeptalker

Honestly there could be a tired version of the muffin man "have you heard... Of the muffinnn man?" "The muffin man?" "The muffin mann"

Or just random words but honestly that makes him even more loveable

Tobirama

Extremely rare but not impossible

You might have to beg him unless he's really tired

2nd best little spoon just a little cold

His temperature is below average but not too much still in summer this could be pretty useful lmao

Tobirama naturally seeks warmth when he sleeps so if he falls asleep on you expect him to have a little grip on you and cling a bit

He isn't a sleeptalker nor snores but he sleep really light so don't try to read with him on top of you (if your arms are free ) unless you want to wake him up. It's either the light or the page flicking that'll wake him up

Tobirama will never admit how much he loves it but it's noticable bc after some while it takes less and less effort to get him to be the little spoon

Madara

Honestly if you get this man to be the little spoon you have my respect

I don't mean it's impossible but it's really really hard

However don't give up , hell eventually crack and do it but get him to do it when he's tired . Madara moves a lot and when he's tired hell maybe realize it's not that bad to be the little spoon

Heated big blanket

What's even rarer is to get him to fall asleep on you . He always has the want to be able to protect you and he can't do that as good when he's sleeping

But it's easy rub his back slightly and let him listen to your heartbeat (it calms him knowing you're there calm and alive ) maybe he might fall asleep

Sleeping Madara increases temperature and clings more (can't decide if he is a light snorer or not a snorer?) would be suprising if you don't falls asleep bc it's pretty calming with that heated blanket lmao

Unless it's summer , might suck a little then

Like Tobirama a light sleeper but not as light as Tobirama

Iruka

Won't have to ask him twice to be the little spoon . He loves it . The calming heartbeat he can listen to and so on . Iruka could name a hundred reasons why he loves it

Medium heated blanket

He isn't too warm . Just right to go through summer too

Falls asleep easily and is kind of a deep sleeper but will notice if you try to get away

Might act sad about it

Indra

Almost impossible

However if you ever get on his real warm side yeah he maybe might do it

Let's say you did it (yay) and now got an Indra laying on you

What to do next? Nothing . Just kidding . If you're brave enough glide your hand over his back or just have your arms around him and he'll surprisingly relax .

Relaxed Indra is just *mwah* perfect , peaceful and extremely rare

Medium heated blanket 2.0

I dont think he has a cold temperature, maybe a bit higher than normal but that's it

If he ever falls asleep on you don't move , he sleeps lighter than Tobirama and there's no way you can do anything without waking him up

Unless you make no sound and no noticable movement

Like Tobirama , won't admit that he likes it but unless him you hardly notice that he actually likes it

Unless you pay attention to how quickly he relaxes or falls asleep and that he gets less stiff every time

Naruto (grown up(romantic) or friendship cuddles , you decide )

Moves a lot and snores actually

But he might ask you first if he can be the little spoon

Heated big blanket 2.0

Can't stop talking and will beg you to play with his hair , it relaxes him

Surprisingly falls asleep rather quickly when he's tired

Loves listening to your heartbeat/breathing , it calms him

A deep sleeper around you and won't really notice if you try to get away or read etc

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oyesmendes · 1 year

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pancakes & coffee for two

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it was the stream of sunlight and the cool sheets of daniel's side of the bed that woke you up. you hadn't opened your eyes, but your hands felt around the bed for the warm body that you craved, and it was no where to be found. frowning, you opened you eyes to be met with the blanket fully covering your body, and his side of the bed empty. its supposed to be winter break, off season, no morning workout commitments, yet the australian was no where to be found in your shared bedroom.

you made your way out of the room, and the sound of clanging of bowls and utensils brought you to the kitchen.

"danny, what are you doing?"

you lean against the wall, arms folded loosely in front of you. he grins at you, whisk in hand as he stirs up some form of liquid in a metal bowl. the metal bowl from your prized kitchen aid, which was bought with your first paycheck, cradled in the arms of your boyfriend.

"morning love, i'm making pancakes." he tells you, shifting his attention back to the ipad that was propped carefully in front of him.

"you- you're making breakfast?" you look at him, wide-eyed. then your eyes scan the room, and the table was absolutely battered - carton of eggs left wide open, flour all over the countertop, chocolate chips, blueberries and bananas laid all across the surface.

"oh don't look so scared honey, i've got things under control."

and when daniel meant he had things under control, he meant spooning the pancake batter straight on to your induction stove.

"DANIEL!" you shouted, but it was too late. at least half the ladle of batter was spreading onto the surface. you ran over quickly, turning the stove off and take the items from his hand.

"use a pan, babe. please." you nodded towards the wall lined with perfectly shaped pans for frying, boiling, grilling - you name it, you had it. there's a sheepish grin on daniel's face as he picked out a medium sized pan, placing it on the induction stove right next to his disaster. you grabbed a wet cloth, wiping the now half cooked batter off the stove.

you rinsed the cloth at the sink, and daniel hugged you from behind,

"m'sorry, just wanted to make breakfast for us."

"its okay danny," you spun around to face him, "how about this? i'll make us the pancakes, and you can make the coffee? i've got some new pods we could try."

although reluctant and sad that you had banished him with a job that pretty much only required the hit of two buttons, daniel agreed to the arrangement. you started preparing the pancakes, while he chose two matching mugs from the cupboards and placed them by the coffee machine.

he took his job seriously, pouring the oatmilk with much precision into the frother, and making sure he got the temperature of the milk just right. you watch as his tongue sticks out with his concentration, pouring the now warm and fluffy milk into the mug.

two shots of espresso, one cube of sugar, and a splash of milk for you.

you return your attention to the stove. its not long before you were flipping multiple pancakes and you must admit, he did a great job with the batter despite the mess. the house was filled with the aroma of sweet, buttery pancakes, and the smell of freshly brewed coffee made you smile. he hands you your mug as you waited for the next batch of pancakes to cook, and you couldn't help but moan when the coffee hits your tongue.

"mmm, this is good danny." he takes the mug back, setting it on the counter so you could get back to the food.

"at least i could get one thing right."

"aw don't say that, you made a perfect batter for the pancakes. its a job well done." you gesture to the stack on the plate. he wraps his arm around your shoulder after you cook the remaining pancakes, and you both just stand there for awhile - admiring the view out of the window overlooking the city.

"just don't take my stove as a hibachi grill again please." you joke. daniel squeezes you closer to him, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

"i promise i won't."

"good. now eat up because you're on clean up duty."

a/n: SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP IDK WHY I DID THIS!!!! reposting bc i dont show up in the tags???

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#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fic #formula 1 one shot #formula 1 fanfiction #formula one fanfiction #formula 1 fic

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dduane · 1 year

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...A lighting and positioning test for the scene from chapter 5 of The Door Into Fire where Herewiss and Freelorn are reunited after a couple of years apart.

...It's scenes like this that point up some of the most trying of the difficulties of working (in the artistic sense) with digital media. Basically, it's hard to express real tension in a medium where flesh can't be indented when you press on it, and when the design limitations of the models themselves physically prohibit them from doing some of the things that the scene calls for. You can sometimes cheat the look of the pressure, the strain, by the way you position and light the characters. If you can hide the places where the figures "collide", as it’s called—i.e. illegally pass through and into each other, like a micro-Transporter accident—and fake the closeness that way... okay, fine.

Yet faces say so much. And if the digital models' faces can't be forced into the eyes-squeezed-hard-shut-because-of-the-twinned-pain-and-delight-of-holding-him-after-two-damn-years, oh-Goddess-I-forgot-how-warm-he-was,-he-is,-how-could-I-forget-something-like-that,-what-kind-of-person-am-I? expression... then you have to fake it some other way. Little things: the way a fist closes on the other party's surcoat (which can't be deformed or pulled because it's too old a piece of technology, so that too has to be carefully faked, and as you can see it's not perfect yet): the tilt of a head against another, the toward-you curve of a pulled-in waist (not in place yet), the way the light falls over faces. Or whose thigh is pushed between whose (I think Dusty's going to win that one, since Lorn's surcoat is conveniently split in front).

...And of course that's another issue, because the surcoat—an important clothing item and vital battlefield identifier for someone in an alternate-medieval-European scenario—is absolute crap. There is, in fact, not a single damn decent medieval surcoat to be had anywhere on the Daz 3D platform: not even one that's worth the electrons it's hung on. (And it's not like such a thing should be difficult to design, at least for the people who specialize in such work.)

The mail that comes with that surcoat is also total crap, and ideally needs to be rebuilt. Look at the way its texture deforms near Freelorn's armpit.

If the arm and the chest were two different texture "regions", I could have put it right myself with just a few clicks. But (sigh) nope.* ...The sword is also crap, but that's going to be broken next book anyway, so I don't much care.

...Anyway. One other pressing issue to be handled is the lighting from the fire in front of them, which is way too flat (and the wrong color temperature). A problem for another day. ...But the sunset's nice, at least. The really talented maker who goes by Orestes devised it, so that's pretty much a given.

So: not bad for a couple hours' work. Now to leave it alone for a day or so and—on reviewing it—see what all the other things are that need attention.

(shrug) Ars longa, yeah? ...Or at least we have to act like it is, even when it's as ephemeral as (under some circumstances) electrons.

*The mail coif that goes with it is crap too, and Dusty's hand on Lorn's neck is hiding the complete lack of the damn thing, which I threw the hell out because it has no "coif down" setting. WTH kind of thing is that?! It'd be like having a metal hoodie permanently stuck in the "up" position. :/

#digital art #Daz 3D #Middle Kingdoms meta #The Door Into Fire #Herewiss #Freelorn

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flannel-cladpika · 1 year

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Hot Cocoa - Human!Sweden x F!Reader

A/N: Wrote this many years ago, but decided to come back to it and touch it up a bit.

TW: Fluff

The sound of wood being cut was the first thing to greet your ears as you opened your eyes.

You looked out the frost-covered window beside your bed, only to see the familiar tall stature of your blonde housemate out in the mid-calf deep snow, wielding an axe and cutting up logs in only a sweatshirt and thick pants.

You reached for your phone on your bedside table. It was still only 7 in the morning and the current temperature outside was -28 degrees C.

You sighed. "He knows better than to go out without his coat."

You'd known the "Nordics" since childhood, and had grown up in the same neighborhood as them for a few years. Even when they all moved back to their homelands, you all still kept in contact regularly.

When you had decided to moved into an apartment in Sweden, you were welcomed by all your friends with a party and booze, which ended with a very drunk Matthias needing to be cared out the door by Tino and Lukas while Emil and Berwald looked on in a mixture of amusement and disapproval.

However, about a month into your stay, your apartment was flooded due to a plumbing issue, and left you with nowhere to stay for at least a few months. Berwald came to help you pack up everything that could be salvaged, and even offered up his home for you to stay in. You had agreed, thankful for his generosity.

You didn't know that you'd be finding yourself still staying there a year later, since the house was three times the size of your apartment and Berwald had insisted that you stay with him instead of going back to that "run-down place". He had a point. The place was old and there was always something that needed to be fixed.

Even after having stayed with the Swede for over a year, you still worried for his health whenever he went out into the cold underdressed.

So, after climbing out of your comfy nest of blankets and putting on the fluffiest coat in the closet along with your thickest sweatpants and snow boots, grabbed Berwald’s parka and headed out into the snowy wonderland.

“Berwald!” you called as you opened the back door, stepping outside and immediately noticing how the snow came up to your knees.

Said man stilled his axe at the sound of your voice. The male turned to see an image that made him almost chuckle.

There you were, trudging through the deep snow, bundled up in the large white fluffy coat he bought you (which he bought because he thought you looked cute in it), carrying his parka in your arms. You looked like a little snowshoe hare.

However, he soon became worried once he remembered how cold it was, and instead walked towards you to meet you half-way.

You reached up and put the large coat around the Swede’s shoulders, sighing as you did so. “Ber, I know you’re used to the cold, but you’re still human, and you need to stay warm! How many times must I remind you?” you scolded softly, not a trace of malice in your tone.

The man’s eyes softened at your actions, proceeding to put his arms through the sleeves of the winter garment. “Tack.” he replied, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

You smiled. "You're welcome. Now, I'm going to head in and go make us something warm. I'll see you inside."

He nodded and turned back to the pile of yet to be chopped wood.

Stepping through the snow, you made your way back, taking off your coat and snow-covered boots once inside and changing into a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt that said 'Let Me Have My Coffee First.' It had been a gift from Berwald, and while it was too big to wear out, you found that it made the perfect sleep-shirt.

You contemplated what to make as you looked through the fridge and cabinets. Having found milk, heavy cream, and chocolate, you decided that hot chocolate was a good option.

Just as you grabbed a medium pot that was hanging, you heard the back door open, letting in a small gust from outside.

You peeked out from the corner of the kitchen to look at the man who'd just come in.

It was a little comical.

There he was; coat, pants, and boots all caked in snow, and a large arm-full of chopped logs in his hold. His hair and eyelashes still had snow stuck to them too, reminding you that you should’ve brought him his hat too.

You smiled a little before returning to the kitchen, hearing the blonde setting down the wood in the metal firewood holder next to the fireplace in the living room.

"I'm done with the firewood." the man stated aloud in his usual monotone and heading upstairs, likely to change out of his current clothes and into something more comfortable.

"Ok! Just starting on the hot cocoa!" you called from the kitchen, pouring the milk and heavy cream into the pot as you put the heat to medium-low.

After a bit, you heard Berwald come back down the stairs and head into the living room. You heard him opening the flue of the chimney and putting logs into the fireplace as well as the sound of him striking a match.

You smiled at the thought of a nice warm fire to sit by.

You continued to smile as you absentmindedly stirred the milk and cream, making sure the mixture didn't scorch.

After a few minutes of stirring and then adding the chocolate and a bit of cocoa powder to undercut the sweetness, you finally turned the stove off and went to grab two mugs from the cupboard.

Unfortunately, the mugs were on the top shelf and you couldn't quite reach them, though it wasn't without trying.

Suddenly, there was a toned chest pressed against your back and a muscular arm steadied on the counter to the your right while the other reached up and easily grabbed both the handles of the mugs you were hoping to get.

"Here you go." Berwald said, backing up to hand you the cups and look into your eyes as you turned around to face him.

You had to suppress the blush that wanted to creep onto your cheeks from the blonde's close proximity. He wore a pair of black sweatpants that seemed to hang off his hips, and a grey t-shirt that hugged his form just enough that you could make out the faint outlines of his muscular figure.

"Thank you." you said as calmly as you could, turning back to the stove with the mugs.

"No problem. I'll go get some blankets." the male stated, heading off towards the hallway closet.

You let out a small breath of relief before pouring the chocolatey contents of the pot into the two cups and adding some mini marshmallows from the pantry.

You walked into the warm, fire-lit living room with the two mugs in hand. Berwald opened up the large fuzzy blanket he'd grabbed and motioned for you to get under the covers. You carefully sat down next to him on the couch, offering him the mug that said "Viking Life" on it.

The icy-blue-eyed man hummed in satisfaction once he took a sip of the hot beverage, a miniscule smile on his lips.

"It's good." he stated plainly.

"Thanks." you replied, scooting slightly closer.

"(Y/n)?" the man asked, turning toward you .

"Yeah?" you responded turning your head to face the man whom you'd slowly grown to love over the past year.

Just as you faced the blonde, he leaned down and kissed you, catching you off guard. It wasn't forceful or needy, but it wasn't entirely chaste either. It felt like a kiss that you’d give your spouse as you left for work.

Your cheeks bloomed with a red that would’ve put the Danish flag the shame.

“W-Wha-” you began, before being cut off.

"Jag älskar dig. I want you to marry me." Berwald said without a hint of hesitation or jest.

Your eyes widened as you took in that information. After a few moments however, you began to laugh.

"Is something funny?" Berwald asked, genuinely confused.

You sighed. "Ber, you can't just say you want to marry me when we haven't even dated." you explained.

"Do you love me?" the blonde asked, still straight-faced and no sign of being nervous.

You blushed at the question, but shyly nodded.

"Do you not want to marry me?" he followed up.

The blush on your cheeks only reddened.

"I never said that." you replied.

"Then what is the problem?" the Swede inquired, seeming not to understand the issue.

"Berwald, we haven't dated or even had any kind of romantic relationship. Wouldn't you say that it's a bit too early for us to get married?" you asked.

The Nordic man pondered your words for a moment. He’d loved you for a long time, and from your reaction to his kiss and your answers to his questions, you felt the same.

"No, I don't. We have lived together for over a year and we've known each other for a lot longer. I love you and you love me, so I don't see any problem." the man stated, as though he wasn't talking about one of the biggest decisions of a person's life.

"I-I, b-but...umm.." you stammered, trying to think up a rebuttal to that statement.

"Well, y-you don't even have a ring for me, so-" you started.

But you were promptly cut off by the man before you fishing into his pajama pants pocket and pulling out a little velvet box. He opened the lid to reveal a modest but beautiful silver ring with a small icy-blue gem in the center.

Your jaw dropped at the realization that he was completely serious about this.

"Will you marry me?" Berwald asks, a faint hint of a smile on his lips.

You sighed with a chuckle. There was just no convincing him, was there?

"I will." you answered with a smile, kissing the man’s chocolate-flavored lips as he put the ring on your finger.

-THE END-

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for a while! I swear I’m not dead! Just been low on motivation and inspiration. This took A LOT of rewriting, as I wrote this many years ago back when I was in high school. I’d say about half of this is rewritten or completely new additions to the original draft.

Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you guys enjoyed!

Translations

* Tack - Thank you

* Jag älskar dig - I love you

#sweden x reader #hetalia #hetalia x reader #x reader #axis powers hetalia #aph x reader #aph sweden #berwald oxenstierna #human sweden #fem reader #berwald oxenstierna x reader #fluff

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castletown-cafe · 5 months

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Castletown Café Episode 28: Butler Juice (Red)

Butler juice comes in different colors, flavor changing with temperature. This flavor was a long time coming and is perfect for the holiday season. It’s a combination of pomegranate with cranberry and mulled with spices, best served warm. Enjoy plain, or if you want to make it an adult beverage, with spiced rum (or even mull with a sweet red wine). Glass cocktail mugs are perfect to serve it in, even if serving alcohol-free, and is a warm cup of holiday cheer. It’s sweet, spicy, but with the addition of a little tartness.

The recipe is similar to the one I did for orange Butler Juice, with cinnamon sticks, star anise, cloves, a sliced orange and allspice berries, minus the ginger.

BUTLER JUICE (RED):

24 oz plain pomegranate juice (look closely at the bottles to make sure it’s not mixed with another juice flavor)

8-12 oz cranberry juice (or cherry if you’d rather, again, look closely at the bottles)!

3 cinnamon sticks

8 allspice berries

2 small star anise pods

10 whole cloves

1 large, whole sliced orange

Pour in juices in a medium to large pot and add the spices and orange.

Bring to a simmer on medium-low heat, then reduce the heat to low and cover. Let the drink mull together for an hour or two.

Ladle into a cocktail mug and serve, strain the juice into a container to store leftovers.

Enjoy your time off from work or school, and have a happy New Year!

#castletown cafe #christmas #happy holidays #butler juice recipe #butler juice #swatchling oc #swatchlings fanart #swatchlings #deltarune food #deltarune inspired recipe #festive #my art

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alexander4202 · 1 year

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He/him ftm trans

I regularly go out into the woods at night with my torch, sometimes I smoke some weed so I’m more vulnerable. I’ll lay my coat on the floor, strip completely naked, and lean against the tree with my legs spread wide. My pussy is already soaked so the smell easily wanders around the forest on the wind.

So far, no one’s found me and fucked me. But I still do it every night still in the hopes I’ll be caught. Tonight I decide to lay somewhere different, and by chance I don’t lay my coat down first because it’s soft and mossy. It feels nice against my skin as I spread my legs and feel the cool air on my throbbing t dick. I close my eyes and tilt my head back as a chill runs through my body.

Suddenly, I feel the moss start to move under me. Before I get a chance to investigate it grows rapidly around my torso and ankles and pins me to the ground. I grab at it trying to pull it off me but it catches my wrists and pins them down so I’m spread eagle out on the forest floor. I try to scream but I know I’m way too far in the forest for anyone to hear me.

Vines start coming out of the moss, all different sizes and shapes and thickness. A couple have suckers on the end and they start to explore my body. I know this kind of plant, it grows new plants by using humans as the perfect incubator. The plant monster’s seeds need somewhere warm to germinate, and a humans womb is the perfect temperature. And then when the seeds grow big enough they kill the human and use it for fertiliser. I panic because I don’t want to die, I just wanted to be fucked!

A thick vine goes for my mouth and plunges inside, the end flared up so I can’t get it back out of my mouth. I try biting but the vine is thick and strong and I barely make a dent with my teeth. The vine throbs then starts pumping warm nectar into my mouth, and I have no choice but to swallow what fills my mouth. My head starts to feel fuzzy and my body gets warm. I’m so horny. I need to be fucked right now. My t dick is throbbing and I’m dripping cunt juice out of my pussy. The vine leaves my mouth when it’s deposited the nectar and I stop struggling against the vines and moss.

The moss uncovers my body and the vines wrap around my limbs to lift me into the air and hold me comfortably. I look down and see a vine with a suction cup on the end wander towards my clit, dripping more of the nectar as lube all over my body. It grabs onto my clit, pulling it out of its sheath and starts sucking on it firmly. It’s so wet and warm but so sensitive it’s painful and I scream in pleasure. The vine keeps doing it’s job as more vines start grabbing at my nipples and asscheeks and going towards my mouth.

My legs are pulled wide open and an enormous vine comes out of the ground up towards my dripping cunt. There’s no way it would physically fit without tearing me open, it’s as thick as a tree trunk with a tapered off end. The point gets to my hole first and starts pushing inside slowly. It feels amazing rubbing against my pussy as it slowly forces itself into me. The stretch burns and makes me cum explosively, screaming and thrashing as the suction cup vine keeps sucking on my t dick.

The enormous vine suddenly thrusts the few inches it needs to get the thickness into me. I scream as I feel myself tear open around my pussy hole. I can feel warm blood drip down around my pussy but instead of concerning me it makes me moan with pleasure. The huge vine starts fucking me, the tapered end prodding at my cervix with quite a bit of force.

I feel a medium vine dive into my asshole and start filling my intestines with expanding vines, filling my body and making me scream in ecstasy. The vines holding me up grab me harder as the enormous vine starts fucking me at a brutally fast pace, splattering blood all over my thighs as it wrecks my pussy and slowly batters it’s way into my cervix. The vine fills me up as much as physically possible without ripping my womb open. I scream and cum again, squirting like crazy ass over the fast pumping vine.

I see bowling ball sized seeds travel through the vine on the way to my pussy. There’s 12 all together I count and I dread them going inside me. But part of me loves it and wants the plant to use me as it’s breeding bitch. The vine realises the nectar is losing its effect on me so it shoved a vine into my throat and down to my stomach to pump it directly into me.

The first seed tries to pass into my pussy but takes a while to fit, then it reaches my cervix and can’t stretch it any wider. It tries for what seems like hours, fucking me to try loosen my cervix and let the seeds pass into my womb. When it realises my cervix isn’t budging, the vine takes matters into its own hands and uses a thorned vine to shove into my pussy and up to my cervix. I scream as more blood drips out of my pussy around the huge vine. The thorns slice my cervix open and the first seed rips me the rest of the way to fit.

I’m screaming and cumming non stop now, squirting everywhere and dripping blood and pussy juice all over the forest floor. Every seed passing into me is agony but I endure it because the pleasure is other worldly. I’ve never felt this good in my life. I’m addicted to the nectar and the feeling of being fucked in all holes and used to incubate.

The vine takes care of me for the next 4 weeks while it’s seeds grow inside me, my stomach is insanely distended with seeds but the vines support my stomach. The vines haven’t left my holes yet, all of them keeping me alive and happily fucked so I’ll keep cumming and moaning. The plant plays with my clit in all sorts of ways, sucking, whipping, wanking it off with smaller vines. Then before I go into the labour the plant doesn’t want me to lose focus from birth so it uses a thorn to slice my t dick off completely.

*birthing the seeds in next part*

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the-hinky-panda · 1 year

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The Dog: Part III

Mike has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. It’s not so much what you said, “Be sure to give me five stars on Uber,” but your reaction after you had said it. He caught the look of abject horror that crossed your face when he opened the backseat door to let Bono out of the car. The fact that you cared enough to be embarrassed by such a bad joke was adorable.

You are adorable.

For the first time since his diagnosis, you were the first person that greeted him after a seizure who didn’t have that pinched, worried, pitied look in your eyes. You understood his condition, probably better than he did at the moment. It takes him a moment to acknowledge the feeling that he felt riding home in the car, having a normal conversation with another human being. You didn’t fuss over him or the condition. You didn’t try to make friends with Bono with the high pitched baby talk some strangers have tried. You showed him where to find heat features if he wanted them and left it at that. Everything you did put him at ease.

He felt comfortable.

He unlocks the front door and opens it before turning back to see if you’re still there. You are. He gives you a wave, which you return before pulling away from the curb. Bono sits on the edge of the porch, wounded nose sniffing the air as he watches the dark orange Subaru drive off. When it’s out of sight, Bono stands and follows Mike into the house. He stands still while Mike unhooks his harness and leash and hangs them up on the coat rack by the door before he goes into the kitchen.

Mike rubs his forehead tiredly. “Guess it is about dinner time, huh?”

But Bono didn’t go into the kitchen to beg for food. He had opened the refrigerator and picked up a bottle of water, bringing it over to Mike. He took it with a sigh.

“I’m going to have to teach you how to bring me the whiskey instead.”

Bono’s ears drop slightly and Mike scolds himself. He had been reading through the material that had been given to him on Bono and his training. Tone was very important to a service dog of Bono’s nature and anytime Mike sounded displeased or frustrated, Bono picked up on it, sometimes interpreting it as a correction and not a statement. To make up for the lapse, Mike opens the water and takes a significant drink before scratching Bono’s head.

“Good boy. Buen perro (good dog).”

***

He dreams about the attack again that night. The metallic ring of blades being unsheathed. The whistling of the machete’s through the air. The stinging bite of it as it cuts through clothing and skin. The wet slap of blood being sprayed over the bodega. It becomes so repetitive that there’s a rhythm to it: ring, whistle, hit, slap.

Ring, whistle, hit, slap.

Stop.

Ring, whistle, hit, slap.

Stop!

He wakes up once again, hands raised in an effort to shield his face, his neck. Bono is already in his lap, nosing his way into the invisible circle that Mike’s arms, in their defensive position, have created. He brings his arms around the dog, hugging him close. There’s no one here to see him, to see him buried under the emotional rubble of this act of violence. He finds a new rhythm as he runs his fingers through the soft, medium length fur along Bono’s sides. As he focuses on the dog’s heartbeat and the sound of his tail thumping against the down comforter.

Slide, beat, thump, breathe.

Stop.

Slide, beat, thump, breathe.

Stop.

Mike lets his head drop, buries his face into the side of Bono’s neck.

Slide, beat, thump, breathe.

Break.

***

Of course the next day is beautiful. Sun is shining, not a cloud in the sky, and the temperature is a perfect seventy degrees. Mike is sitting on the back steps of his home, drinking a cup of coffee, and throwing a tennis ball for Bono. Buds are starting to appear on the bare branches, birds are starting to fill the warm air with their songs. It literally is the perfect day. Bono trots back over to him, bright eyed, tail lazily swinging from side to side in a sedate show of contentment.

Mike thinks about you. Your kind eyes, dark red hair, freckles splattered across your nose and cheeks. He can’t stop thinking about you and that grimace of a smile at a poor joke. The delicate cant of your hand as you pointed out the heat features in your car. The sadness that clung to the corners of your eyes and mouth when you spoke the name of your brother. You were alone in this world, just like him. But your isolation wasn’t self-imposed, not like his.

He made the choice to dedicate his life to bring down Oscar Papa. He knew what he was sacrificing, the normal life with a wife and kids and white picket fence on Long Island. Now he sits in the nuclear fallout of his decisions, searching through the ash for anything worth saving. A house that’s in desperate need of some upgrades. An ex-wife who liked the idea of being a cop’s wife but didn’t like the reality of it. He can’t even purchase a new vintage car to do work on anymore because thanks to the seizure disorder, his driver’s license has been revoked. He’s not exactly a catch for anyone.

But you won’t leave his mind. He closes his eyes and sees you smile. He takes in a deep breath and feels your hand in his. When he reached out for comfort last night, he had Bono, he was thankful for Bono. But he had wished for a human touch. Someone to put their arms around him, hold him against their heart, and remind him that he survived that attack for a reason. Bono drops the tennis ball, wet and slimy now, from the multiple times it had been in his mouth, at Mike’s feet. On a whim, Mike throws out a question.

“Do you want to go to the beach?”

Bono’s ears perk up immediately and he tilts his head to the side.

Mike sighs. “Beach?”

Bono spins twice, tail wagging at a faster rate.

Mike pulls out his phone and opens the Uber app. Looks like he’s going to Orchard Beach today.

***

You’re more beautiful than he remembers and Mike doesn’t know how that’s possible.

Your hair is braided, a thick rope of mahogany. You’re wearing a faded Queen shirt, a pair of ripped jeans that are rolled up to your mid-calf to keep the sand on just your skin and not in the folds of the denim. You’re throwing a frisbee for a dog with red and white patches, the dog running at full speed and leaping into the air to snatch the disc, and run it back to you.

He shouldn’t interrupt you. You’re here on your day off, relaxing and enjoying the time with your dog. He’ll only be invading, stealing away your moments and attention from your beloved pet. He shouldn’t even really be here.

“Is that Bono?”

Mike turns to see an older woman with straight iron gray hair and a weathered face. She’s smiling widely, not at him, but at Bono. She has a young dog herself, outfitted in a “service dog in training” vest. She’s trying to get her dog to sit and stay still while Bono is wagging his tail and dancing from foot to foot. The younger dog settles and the woman waits with folded hands. He realizes with a start that she’s waiting for him to give permission for her to pet Bono.

“Yeah,” he answers, slackening the leash so Bono can go over to her. “Yeah, this is Bono.”

She bends down and reaches towards Bono who happily pushes his head into her hand. “That’s my sweet boy. I am so happy to see you again.” She tuts. “What happened to your nose, Bono?”

Bono’s tail is swinging with enthusiasm, his ears perked up and twitching as her voice rises and falls. He’s listening to her. Mike clears his throat. “He, uh, had a run in with the neighborhood cat.”

She makes a sympathetic nose and scratches his neck, under his collar. “Well, he always was a curious little boy.”

“I take it you’re the one who trained him to be a service dog?”

“There’s a team of us,” she answers, smiling brightly, “but I worked quite a bit with this one. Oh, he was a little love from the beginning. Always wanted to be close to us. Had an innate ability to know who was going through a difficult time. When he was a year old, he went and sat with one of the volunteers with his head on her lap for over an hour. She told us later that she had lost her mother that week. And Bono knew that. You have a special dog.”

He’s beginning to realize that. “How did Bono come to your training facility?”

A frown crosses her face. “Poor thing was found in a storm drain with three of his littermates. They were just dumped there, shivering, wet, and dirty. They were named after classic rock singers with one name: Sting, Cher, Selena, and Bono. They were about six weeks old when some teenage girls found them. A couple trainers went over to the shelter and temperament tested them; Bono was the only one that passed so we took him.” She’s quiet for a moment before her sharp blue eyes skate over the scars on his hands, the raised skin that disappears under the fabric of his henley. “You’re the police officer that was attacked by the Bronx gang.”

Mike nods. “I am.”

She gives Bono a loving look, swipes her thumbs over his muzzle. “You’ve got a good dog, here. He’ll take good care of you.”

Mike thinks of last night, of waking up from that nightmare and reaching for Bono. “He already has.”

“That’s good to hear.” She straightens back up, gives her dog a treat and praises him for sitting quietly. “If you need anything, have any questions, please don’t hesitate to call the training center.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

“One last thing,” she leans closer to him to share this secret. “I used to bring him out here to Orchard Beach to train him how to maneuver through a crowd and find seating options. He loves the vanilla ice cream at the end of the boardwalk.”

Mike laughs slightly. “Good to know.”

She pats his elbow. “Take care of yourself.”

He watches her move off down the walkway before turning around and seeing you leaning on the rail that separates the boardwalk from the sand. You have your head resting in the palm of your hand, a contented smile on your pretty face, as you watch him and Bono. Your smile widens when your eyes meet.

“You came.”

“I did.”

“Good.”

He feels like he takes in the first full breath of air in years.

You introduce him and Bono to your dog, Shasta. She’s a high energy spaniel about the size of Bono. You describe her as friendly, very sweet, but also quite dumb. She looks incredibly happy though, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth and cropped tail wagging. You encourage him to let Bono off the leash so he too can play with your collection of balls and frisbees, but Mike’s unreasonably nervous about it. You pick on his hesitation immediately.

“Service dogs are trained to stay close to their handlers. Bono isn’t going to run away from you. If anything, you’re going to have to give him a command that tells him it’s okay to venture away from you.”

He doesn’t trust anyone, hasn’t for a long time. But you’re so different from anyone else that he’s ever met that he finds himself unhooking the leash from Bono’s harness. You hand him a ball and he throws it but it’s Shasta who picks it up, makes three circles around you, before dropping the ball about five feet away from you. You pick up the ball with a groan and hand it to him again. He holds the ball in front of Bono who looks at it and then looks at him. This time when Mike throws it, he gives the command “Go play” and Bono takes off like a rocket after the ball.

Mike’s never seen him run like this. His backyard isn’t big enough for Bono to gain enough speed for the full body elongation of a gallop. It actually brings a smile to his face to see Bono acting like a genuine dog. You must take note of the drawing realization on his face.

“You were a police officer, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You go to any bars after work? Or a hard case?”

His heart stutters slightly, muscle memory of walking into a cop bar once and getting the surprise of his life. He coughs slightly to get his heart back into rhythm. “Yeah, of course.”

“Well,” you toss a frisbee with an elegant flick of your wrist and both dogs chase after it. “Bono is a working dog. He needs some downtime too.”

That makes sense. “He seems to enjoy this.”

You give him a half smile. “Yeah, he does.”

He’s tired of being alone. He’s tired of living an isolated life. It’s been too long since he’s shared anything with another human being. He’s allowed his whale hunt for Oscar Papa to rob him of anything that could have been seen as an exploitable weakness. Papa is behind bars awaiting trial. Even though he wanted Mike dead, the leader of BX9 seems content with the condemnation of early retirement for Mike. He can start his life again, and what’s more, Mike actually wants to start it again. He picks up one of the balls and throws it for the dogs.

“You know what else I found out that Bono likes?” he asks you.

“What?”

“Vanilla ice cream.”

Your half grin becomes full fledged. “What a coincidence, that’s Shasta’s favorite too.”

#mike duarte #mike duarte x reader #mike duarte x you #the dog series

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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I'M HERE

i've briefly talked about this before, but the image of brushing and drying charles' hair after you help him wash it has me REELING

charles loves being touched, both sexually and non-sexually. and he loooves the feeling of your hands in his hair! it's so soothing and always helps him feel calm and safe and sleepy.

so you wash his hair for him whenever he wants! you softly massage the shampoo into his scalp, washing his hair thoroughly while also giving him a mini massage. but his favorite part is you drying it!

charles usually lets his hair air-dry, but sometimes he wants you to do it for him. he doesn't like the blow-dryer to be at it's hottest setting, because it makes his head hurt and the heat gets in his eyes and it's just a big no no! but he doesn't like the coldest setting either, he likes the medium on. he likes the feeling of you ruffling his hair to dry it, and how you brush it and how fluffy it is every time you wash it for him!

he sits criss cross applesauce in front of you, on the bed, and you're behind him on your knees, moving as you need. you leave little kisses on his cheeks, forehead or the top of his head randomly, just to get a giggle out of him.

you make sure to be careful while brushing his hair, so it doesn't get tangled or you don't pull at his hair too hard, because he's a very sensitive little boy!

then comes mandatory head pats and hair stroking, his hair is so soft and fluffy, like a cloud! and he loves how your hand feels in it. perfect way to fall asleep.

PLS I LOVE THIS!!! This is so cute and so fluffy oh my god.

Firstly, one of Charles’s love languages (he has hundreds) is playing with your hair. His mom is a hair dresser, and she taught him exactly how to brush and wash hair.

And since we all know Charles adores acts of service, doing your hair for you is perfect for him because it’s something he’s genuinely confident in so he feels calm doing it? As opposed to something like cooking where yes he can serve you, but he’ll be an anxious mess the entire time.

And the other thing with Charles, is that you taking the effort to reciprocate the things he does for you just makes him feel so so special? It means even more than when you do something completely different.

So when you offer to wash his hair for him, he always gets all soft and weepy. Cause he does that for you!! And now you’re doing it for him!! So many emotions!!!

You always wake your time with it, massaging his head as well as washing it.

And you do it in the bath! You use the handheld shower head to make sure no water or shampoo gets in his eyes and he gets to sit in the warm water whine you do it. He feels so nice and so so safe. Once or twice you’ve washed his hair when staying at a hotel that only had a shower and while he still loved it, it wasn’t nearly as nice cause he couldn’t sit in the w water with you and he had to tilt his own head back to rinse it (which is a big no no for Charlie!!! You must do everything!!!)

But that doesn’t even matter because you always dry his hair for him. He’s tried drying it himself before and he just doesn’t like it? He has to hold the hairdryer at such weird angles and he can’t get the temperature right and it’s just not a fun time.

However he LOVES when you dry his hair.

Cause he can just sit there and you always get the temperature perfect, it can’t be too hot!! He’s very sensitive and that includes his scalp, especially when it’s you doing it cause he’s always extra sensitive with you.

But that’s okay, but you always make it perfect.

He sits with his legs crossed, closes his eyes and just lets you try his hair. It’s so nice!!! He can feel your hands in his hair and the air on his scalp and every now and then you stop to kiss his shoulders and chin and it’s so good.

Sometimes he’ll turn his head to look at you, a silent request for a kiss and then you always put the hairdryer off and give him a nice kiss. It makes him feel all warm and giggly? He’s just so in love.

And then it’s time to brush! You’re so gentle with him, using your fingers if you suspect a tangle to gently take the tangle apart without hurting him.

Even though he loves having his hair pulled during scenes, not now. Absolutely not now. Now he’s all soft and sensitive, completely vulnerable and any pulling on his hair will make him cry. So you’re extra careful.

Once his hair is all brushed, you brush it for a bit longer just because you know he loves how the brush feels against his scalp and you’re always willing to humour him.

And then cuddles!!! So many cuddles!!

His absolute FAVOURITE way to end nights like that is you reading to him? He cuddles into your side, his fluffy hair resting against your shoulder as you read to him. He loves it so so much.

#sub!charles #cl #soft soft vibes #gn!reader #📓

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sweethoneyrose83 · 13 days

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Sally Skellington Fudge

3 cups White Chocolate Chips – The smooth and creamy base that ensures your fudge is perfectly sweet.

1 (14-ounce) can Sweetened Condensed Milk – Adds richness and a velvety texture to your fudge.

4 tablespoons Butter – For that melt-in-your-mouth goodness that binds all the flavors.

1 teaspoon Pure Vanilla Extract – A splash of vanilla to enhance the chocolate with warm, aromatic notes.

Food Coloring Gel in Black, Yellow, Pink, and Teal – These colors bring the fudge to life, representing the eclectic and vibrant nature of Sally’s character.

Prepare Pan: Begin by lining an 8-inch square pan with parchment paper. Make sure the parchment has an overhang on the sides for easy removal of the fudge once set.

Melt Ingredients: In a medium pot, combine the white chocolate chips, sweetened condensed milk, and butter. Heat this mixture over low to medium heat, stirring continuously, until everything is completely melted and combined into a smooth consistency.

Add Vanilla: Stir in the vanilla extract to infuse the fudge with its warm, aromatic essence.

Color the Fudge: Equally divide the fudge mixture into four separate bowls. In each bowl, add a few drops of food coloring — one black, one yellow, one pink, and one teal. Stir each bowl until the colors are vibrant and thoroughly mixed.

Assemble: Alternately drop tablespoons of each colored fudge into the prepared pan. Use a random pattern to mimic Sally’s patchwork style. Once all the fudge is in the pan, swirl gently with a knife or skewer to create a marbled effect.

Set the Fudge: Allow the fudge to set by leaving it overnight at room temperature. This slow cooling allows the fudge to firm up properly and develop the perfect texture.

Cut and Serve: Use the overhangs to lift the fudge out of the pan. Dip a sharp knife in warm water and wipe it clean before slicing the fudge into 2-inch squares. This technique helps make clean, smooth cuts through the fudge.

#spooky vibes #sally skellington #fudge recipe #baking #halfway to halloween #nightmare before christmas #sally nightmare before christmas #queen of Halloween

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daydreamingyuta · 1 year

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A Rainy Day with Doyoung

“We could play Jenga again.” You say, unenthusiastically.

Not because Jenga wasn’t fun, but you and Doyoung had played at least thirty times over the past few days.

“I just wish it would stop raining.” Doyoung says looking out the window at the rain pouring down.

“It’s not going to stop today, but it is supposed to slow down in an hour!”

It had been raining for the past three days. You usually loved the rain. It was the perfect weather to stay in and read or watch a movie. But this much rain was starting to get annoying.

“All I want to do is go for a walk in the park with you, just to get out the house.” Doyoung says, stretching while still looking out the window.

“Well.. since it’s going to stop raining so hard, why don’t we go?” You say, your face brighting up at the idea.

“Won’t we be wet? and miserable?”

“Not if we bring an umbrella! Didn’t you ever play in the rain when you were little? It will be like that!”

⸻

You two got to the park right at the perfect time. It stopped pouring and now there was just a medium, steady rain. Doyoung holds the umbrella with one hand while the other arm is linked with yours. The temperature feels really nice, a little bit on the colder side but not unbearable.

As you walk around you noticed that you are the only two at the park. Usually it’s packed with people but because of the weather, it feels like you and Doyoung have your own private park just for the two of you.

The continuous sound of rain and the occasional birds chirping is so relaxing. Since spring is approaching some flowers have already bloomed. Doyoung took you over to some and while he picked you one, you couldn’t help but admire how pretty the water droplets on the flowers are.

Doyoung placed a little flower in your hair. He wanted to take a picture of you so he handed you the umbrella while he stood a couple feet in front of you to get the perfect shot. He was getting soaked but he didn’t seem to mind because the way the rain was making his hair flat and stick to his face was making you laugh. And nothing was better to him than hearing your perfect laugh.

After your walk, you two decided to get some hot coffee. Right near the park was a little cafe. It looked like the only person in the cafe was the shop owner, an older lady wearing the coziest looking sweater with a cat playing with a ball of yarn on it. You two walked in, but the owner scolded Doyoung and told him go back outside because he was still soaking wet and was making a mess on her floor. He apologized profusely and went to wait outside while you got the coffees.

Once you met him back outside, you two walked some more while drinking your coffees, letting the heat warm your hands up.

“What do you want to do when we go back home?” Doyoung asks.

“I kinda want to play Jenga again!”

“No y/n! I always lose.”

“I know, that’s why it’s so much fun for me.”

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pizza-store · 3 months

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How to make pizza 4 steps?

There's something magical about the aroma of freshly baked pizza wafting through the kitchen—the anticipation of that first savory bite, the satisfaction of creating a culinary masterpiece from scratch. or You Can also visit https://www.fgbpizza.com

Making pizza at home is not only a rewarding experience but also allows for creative customization to suit your taste preferences.

Here's a straightforward guide to crafting mouthwatering pizza in just four simple steps.

Step 1: Prepare the Pizza Dough

Ingredients: Gather flour, water, yeast, salt, and olive oil.

Mixing: In a mixing bowl, combine the flour, water, yeast, salt, and olive oil. Knead the dough until it forms a smooth, elastic ball.

Rising: Place the dough in a lightly oiled bowl, cover with a clean kitchen towel, and let it rise in a warm, draft-free place until doubled in size, usually about an hour.

Punching and Shaping: Once the dough has risen, punch it down to release the air bubbles. Divide the dough into portions and shape each into a ball. Allow the dough balls to rest for 15-20 minutes before rolling them out into pizza crusts.

Step 2: Prepare the Pizza Sauce

Ingredients: Gather canned tomatoes (or tomato sauce), garlic, olive oil, dried basil, dried oregano, salt, and pepper.

Sautéing: Heat olive oil in a saucepan over medium heat. Add minced garlic and cook until fragrant, being careful not to brown.

Simmering: Add canned tomatoes or tomato sauce to the saucepan. Stir in dried basil, dried oregano, salt, and pepper to taste. Simmer the sauce for about 15-20 minutes until it thickens slightly and the flavors meld together.

Blending: For a smoother sauce, use an immersion blender or transfer the sauce to a blender and blend until smooth.

Step 3: Assemble the Pizza

Preheat the Oven: Preheat your oven to the highest temperature possible, typically around 475°F to 500°F (245°C to 260°C).

Roll Out the Dough: On a floured surface, roll out the pizza dough into your desired shape and thickness. Transfer the rolled-out dough to a pizza peel or baking sheet dusted with cornmeal or flour.

Add Sauce and Toppings: Spread a thin layer of pizza sauce over the dough, leaving a small border around the edges for the crust. Sprinkle shredded cheese evenly over the sauce, then add your favorite toppings, such as pepperoni, mushrooms, bell peppers, onions, olives, or fresh herbs.

Bake: Carefully transfer the assembled pizza to the preheated oven. Bake for 10-15 minutes, or until the crust is golden brown and the cheese is melted and bubbly.

Step 4: Serve and Enjoy!

Cool and Slice: Allow the pizza to cool for a few minutes before slicing it into wedges or squares.

Garnish: For a finishing touch, drizzle the pizza with a bit of olive oil and sprinkle with freshly chopped herbs, such as basil or parsley.

Serve: Serve the homemade pizza hot and enjoy the delicious fruits of your labor with family and friends.

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Making pizza at home is a delightful culinary adventure that allows you to experiment with flavors, textures, and toppings to create your perfect pie. With these simple steps, you can elevate your pizza-making skills and enjoy the satisfaction of crafting delicious homemade pizza right in your own kitchen.

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toges-onigiri · 1 year

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cinnamon rolls

my take on an american classic: japanese milk dough with plenty of gooey cinnamon sugar. perfect for dessert or breakfast

makes 9 // active time 45 mins // inactive time 2-4 hrs

ingredients:

25 g (1/4 cup) flour for tangzhong

60 ml (1/4 cup) each milk and water for tangzhong

350g (~3 cups) all purpse flour*

60g (1/4 cup) granulated sugar

1 packet (2 tsp) yeast

4g (1 tsp) salt

1 large egg

120 ml (1/2 cup) milk

60g (4 tbsp) butter, softened - for dough

30g (2 tbsp) butter, softened - for filling

1/3 cup packed brown sugar (white sugar works too)

2 tsp cinnamon (adjust to taste)

* this measurement is based on the (very humid) weather where i live. for my friends at altitude: you may only need 325 grams.

optionally, for some icing:

4 oz cream cheese, softened

1/2 cup powdered sugar

the process:

1) Don't forget to begin warming your butter! Properly softened butter does wonders for the dough.

2) Place tangzhong flour, milk, and water in a saucepan and stir until well combined and no longer lumpy.

3) Cook over medium heat until it becomes thick, fluffy, and the spoon leaves tracks in the pan. Stir constantly. This can take 3 to 5 minutes based on the heat level.

^it should look like this just off the heat, it will thicken more as it cools

4) Let tangzhong cool to room temperature. This will take 30 minutes to an hour.

5) Once tangzhong is mostly cooled, warm your milk just slightly (I usually use the microwave for 15-30 seconds). You should be able to put your finger in it and feel the warmth but not be burned: think bathwater temperature.

6) Activate your yeast: stir the yeast and a pinch of sugar into the warmed milk. Let this combination sit for 10 to 15 minutes until bubbly. If it doesn't bubble at all, your yeast is likely dead.

^bubbles!! this is fresh, healthy, active yeast (it's alive!!!)

7) Measure out flour, sugar, and salt in a large bowl. Mix to combine. You can use a stand mixer if you have one, but mixing by hand works just as well.

8) Add tangzhong and egg to the flour mixture. Mix until combined.

9) Slowly pour in the yeast-milk mixture while mixing. Add just enough so that it forms a dry dough - the amount of milk needed will vary from day to day, you may need more than the recipe calls for and you may need less. Don't worry about the dryness, the butter will add the rest of the moisture.

^ this here is a bit too wet. it's already sticking together and to my hands. i ended up adding quite a bit of flour to prevent it from becoming a sticky mess.

10) Knead in butter until combined and smooth. The dough shouldn't be too sticky - add in more flour if needed.

11) Knead dough for 5 to 10 minutes until smooth and no longer sticky. Make sure to flour your hands and surface to prevent sticking!

12) Place dough into a greased bowl, cover with plastic wrap or a towel, and let proof until doubled in size (can take up to 2 hours). Pro tip: keep this someplace warm! If you're desperate, place it in the oven (off) with a bowl of boiling water.

^ before and after a nice long nap! see how much bigger it got?

13) If desired, you can punch down the dough and let it proof for another 1-2 hours, but I find this unnecessary.

14) Roll out your dough into a large rectangle, roughly 14 in by 6 in.

15) Mix cinnamon and sugar in a small bowl.

16) Spread the second portion of butter over your dough rectangle.

17) Generously sprinkle cinnamon sugar in the center. Use as much as you want - the more the better >:3

18) Roll the dough from the long side, making a long log. Keep the dough tight while you roll it or your rolls might turn out like aliens

19) Slice the log into 9 even pieces and place them in a greased 9x9 pan. Place the end pieces with the swirled side up for aesthetics.

20) Cover again with plastic wrap or a towel (same one from earlier) and let proof for 20 minutes

21) While the dough proofs - heat up your oven to 350º F (180ºC)

22) Bake rolls for 30-40 minutes or until golden brown. At this point the kitchen should smell like a bakery - that's how you know they're done.

^ before and after baking! you can see some of them expanded upwards... oops

23) Let rolls cool in the pan. Meanwhile, make the icing!

24) Beat cream cheese until soft, slowly add powdered sugar until a thin, drizzly consistency. Yes, it will thin when you add your sugar. Don't ask why because I don't know.

25) Generously top your rolls with icing and you're done!

tag me if you make them, i'd love to see how they turn out!

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