#hands tou cookie

[byhees]

love languages.

엔하이픈 형선 ・ female reader + word count 800 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read kissing skinship — more

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physical touch | heeseung

he’d be really big on physical contact; finds the best kind of comfort when his fingertips lightly traverse the contours of your hand, interlinking softly with your own fingers.

likes to lie beside you, face buried in the crook of your neck, arm lazily draped over your body; lightly smiles against your skin when you play with his hair, snuggling closer to you.

has a hand wrapped around your waist at all times, in public and in private; occasionally pulls you close to his side.

gets extremely grumpy and sulky whenever he’s deprived of your touch; would likely dramatise everything just to get your attention.

loves engulfing you in hugs, especially before he drifts off to sleep; finds so much comfort in caressing your hair and holding you close. his heart just feels so full, and his stomach’s flipping at the sheer proximity and warmth.

likes drawing small shapes on your skin, fingers softly tracing circles and triangles on your arm; occasionally leaves a peck on your arm. that peck soon turns into a light trail of kisses from your arm, to your neck, and your lips.

words of affirmation | jongseong

knows just what to say to make you feel better, especially after a long, arduous day; the cascade of words feels like petals of a fragrant bloom, all so soft and sweet.

loves to tell you about how proud he is of your accomplishments; showers you with a ton of compliments and praises— often paired with a nice, snug hug.

never hesitates to reassure you, especially in times of self-doubt; is your little supporter in the sidelines.

likes texting you short messages, like ‘i believe in you, love’, and ‘you’re amazing for doing that’; albeit simple, they’re more than enough to get you through tough situations— it’s his specially curated anthem, made just for you.

tells you all about how pretty you look— in the mornings, in the afternoons, and in the evenings; would lightly ruffle your messy bed-hair, eyes twinkling with pure admiration, words slipping from his lips naturally.

at times, he just can’t think of words to summarise and express his love for you— beautiful isn’t enough to describe how you look in his eyes. incredible isn’t enough to describe how proud you make him, especially when you believe in your own capabilities.

quality time | jaeyun

treasures every second spent with you; he can’t put into words just how much he loves staying close to you, even while you both are engaged in different things.

even if it’s shared silence, he finds himself comforted; just being in your presence brings so much joy.

likes stealing glances at you; the ticking of clocks is no more than a distant whisper. it feels as though time stops whenever you’re in his line of sight.

finds every excuse to stay a moment longer with you; spends the available hours of his day with you— going on walks by the park, baking heart-shaped cookies, playing video games, and even lying down beside the other, fingers lightly caressing skin.

face-timing nearly every day of the week; on days that you both are busy, he finds himself missing your pretty face and pretty voice more often.

plans dates in advance, and makes a detailed list on his phone, activities carefully thought through and accommodated to your liking; doesn’t wish to waste a single second with you. often snaps pictures of you, because he doesn’t want to spend a day without being reminded of your beauty.

acts of service | sunghoon

is such a man of action; is a little more private about his emotions. often times, he can’t think of the right words to voice his love for you, so he expresses himself through small gestures.

would give you these little unexpected, yet welcoming, shoulder massages; he acknowledges all of your hard work, and simply wants for you to relax after a tough day.

makes you a warm drink if you're staying up late; does it the exact way you like it, with all the little minute details.

always ties the laces of your shoes, for fear that you may fall. tells you that “it's okay” and softly stops you from protesting further; gets down on a knee, and ties the shoelaces as tightly as possible, not wanting them to come undone all of a sudden.

his wrist would always be adorned with a small hair tie; he'd carry it around with him at all times, always extending his help when you need to tie up your hair.

tries his best to fix your clothes or jewellery whenever he spots them being a little broken or torn; would watch a full thirty minute tutorial, and sit there, mind wholly concentrated on trying to help you.

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[romanestuffsposts]

Hi hi hi!

Can you write a Stucky x ticklish little reader where Daddy and Papa realize that she laughs more and gets more flustered when they verbally tease her when they tickle her?

Hiii there love! 💜

Of course I can write it for you! That’s such a cute request I absolutely love it, thank you for that!

I’m sorry it took so long to come out, tho.

I wish you a happy new years's eve!!!!

Enjoy <33

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Warnings : tickles, teasing, ticklish feet, ticklish armpits, ticklish ribs, playful, pet names, fluff, kisses, cuddles

Pairings : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : When your Daddies discover something, they'll sure keep their attentions on it...

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You always loved getting tickled, wether it was from your Daddies or by anything that tickles your sensitive skin by one little touch.

It’s rare that you have a full session where they tickles you until you pee on yourself but they love to poke your ribs whenever you remove your shirt or lightly wiggling their indexes in the allow of your arms when tou stretch in bed in the morning.

They love washing your little toes just to watch them curl and to hear you laughing in the bathtub. But it never went further, or it’s been a long time that it happened and you don’t remember

However, it’s apparently about to change today.

You were currently cooking cookies with your Papa while your Daddy was away on a mission. During those kind of times, when one of your Daddies were working, the other who stay with you do whatever he can to change your mind.

You have the bad habits to quickly getting worried for the most little thing so it's their goals to occupied you. You even sleep in their bed each nights when it happens so you won't be alone.

The morning was filled with laughters and good memories as your Papa taught you how to cook his famous cookies you love so much.

You're now spinning in the cookie dough like your Papa explained to you, sitting on your ankles. You hear your Papa praising you here and there each time he looks over your shoulder to see the bowl

"good job, princess"

"you're stronger than me, you don't seems even tired"

"that's my good girl"

"here, you can drop a finger in the dough because of your good job"

"you're doing it so perfectly good"

At one point, he comes behind you but apparently you hadn't heard him beause you discreetly drop a finger in the dough again, not knowing he was right behind you.

He tilts his head and shakes it with a smirk on his lips. Even tho you weren't allowed to do that, he still find it pretty adorable.

He stands back up and keep watching you quietly from behind. He rests his hands on the counter, right beside you and lower his head, shaking it again as he sees you dropping another finger in the bowl.

He taps his fingers on the counter and watch them as he thinks about what he's going to do with you. The though stop there once he notices your little feet sneaking from under you.

He grins with closed lips and leans down until his cheek is against yours, at the same time, his fingers come closer to your soles and as he whispers the words "what are you doing behind my back, sneaking little one" his fingers fall on your sensitive skin.

Your toes curled at the contact and you giggle as you try to block your feet with your hands behind you. Your Papa anticipited this move tho, he hugs your upper body, which cause him to block your arms. Now that he has full access to your little feet, he won't stop himself.

"what ?" he mocks as he travels the tips of his fingers against your soft soles "ohhh you thought I wouldn't see you eating all the cookies dough behind my back ?" he smirks

"well you're wrong, princess. Remember that i have eyes everywhere" He kisses your cheeks and laughs along with you. You're laughters intensify when he starts to tickle you with his nails

"you can't get away without anything after what you did, huh ?"

You laugh harder after each sentences he makes and that's only when he realizes it.

"you like it when i tease you baby ?" he smirks, his fingers still torturing your squirming soles. You lean your head back against his shoulder and shake your head

"your adorable little giggles tell me otherwise, princess" he chuckles.

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A few days later, your Daddy is finally back home but you don't know that right now.

You're in their bedroom because you wanted to wear one of their big shirt that always smell good like them, you're trying to remove your own shirt but you failed.

Everything went perfectly fine before you tried to pass your shirt above your head. You're now trapped in you own clothe, your arms above your head.

You groan in frustation.

The groan covers the sound of the door opening and your Daddy had to contain himself from laughing. He steps to you until he's standing in front of you and enjoy for a moment watching you squirming your way out of the shirt, without success anyway.

He smirks and lifts his indexes up bringing them toward your exposed armpits. The soft touch didn't just took you by surprise, you immediately feel ticklish at just the touch. You bring your upper body down by reflex and let out a scream of giggles.

This cause your Daddy to laugh and to, of course, keep going "what's the matter, little one ?" he teases.

You gasp behind your laughters at the voice of your Daddy. It's been days since you last ehard him and you didn't even know he was home. Of course you could've guessed it was him because of his cold hand but your mind was too busy with the tickles to registering the others sensations on your skin.

"D-daddyy" you whine between giggles. He chuckles but keep going "yessss ?" he mocks with the same tone you used "why don't you come to greet me, baby ?" he smirks "you too busy to come to Daddy ?"

You groan and fall on the ground as you squirm "oh, why are you leaving me ?" He follows you on the ground and reach this time for your ribs. He wiggles his fingers on your upper ribs causing you to scream and kicking your feet "aren't you the cutest" he laughs

"does that tickle ?" He asks knowingly. He's kinda surprise by your reaction, of course he knew you were incredibly tickles almost everywhere on your precious little body but you never react like that, with screams.

Usually you giggle and laugh, you kick them with your feet and try to crawl away but this time, it's clearly different.

"did you get more ticklish during the time i was away or what ?" he laughs, not believing the reaction he gets from you. You yell at him to stop because you can't take it anymore and he does.

He helps you getting out of your shirt and contain his laughters when he sees your messy hair on your face and your angry face as you glare at him.

He tilts his head, a smile on his face. After some secondes he opens his arms "com'here my babygirl" he says with a soft voice. Your glare immadiately vanish and you jump in his ambrace.

"god I missed you so much"

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[lz-didyounotice]

Baking weekends : The oncomming 'flour' storm

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Heyyy! How are you lots ? Long time no see right ? Been struggling a bit with writing for the past few days. Anyway! First time I write for 12th, so I hope to have got him right. This follows the series of the Baking week-ends. Hope you enjoy!

Froggit-

Warnings : English is not my first language. No warning  for this one, just pure fluff. Preestablished relationship.

Translations : “C’est qui le narvalo qui a bouffé tous mes cookies ??!! ” : Who’s the fool that ate all my cookies??!!  

“Comment ça va, la miss?”  : How are you, miss?

"Je suis chez moi" : Here I am

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“C’est qui le narvalo qui a bouffé tous mes cookies??!! ” 

echoed an all too familiar voice from the TARDIS kitchen.

Glancing down at the last packet of biscuits he was consuming, the Doctor hurriedly stuffed the last one in his mouth, attempting to hide the disappearance of your last batch of cookies. 

For the past three weeks, he had been raiding your personal stash of sweets, snatching bits and pieces before stashing them away in his pockets.

Setting his book aside. The timelord found himself drawn to the chalkboard standing in front of him, a poor attempt at diversion for the inevitable confrontation. Unfortunately enough, he only had been half way through his writing when the gentle voice of his wife came around.

“Darling, did you eat my last cookies ?” Your voice, though soft, carried a subtle undertone that he couldn't quite decipher.

“If I did,  as in ‘if I hypothetically did’. Would I be in trouble ?”He ventured. Tiptoeing around the accusation.

Your smile made him more apprehensive, his back slowly pressing a bit more against the board. “Of course not! Why should I be angry? You didn’t eat them.”

It all seemed too easy, too rehearsed. You had to know. Of course, you did. The glint of mischief lurking behind every line of your face was unmistakable. Had he not witnessed it countless times before, he might have missed it entirely. “Anyway, ‘got a call from Clara, she needs my help to surprise her students.” 

Turning on your heel, you could practically feel the weight of the Doctor's gaze boring into the back of your head as you input Clara’s coordinates. With a few  pulls of levers and punching buttons, the TARDIS was nearly ready for departure. Glancing back at your husband, you decided to grant him the honor of pulling the final lever. 

With crumbs of cookies smudging the corners of his mouth, he looked at you like a child caught red-handed with his hand in the cookie jar. Suppressing a laugh, you let him roll his eyes before reaching for the lever. His brow furrowed as he observed your mischievous smile. “What's so funny?” Your grin widened, even eliciting a small snort. “Nothing, Darling…”

Before long, the TARDIS materialized at its destination. Snatching your leather jacket, you darted toward the door, leaving your husband to ponder the source of your laughter as you passed the threshold. Did he have something on his face? Checking the monitor for his reflection, his cheeks flared up as he used his sleeve to wipe away the dead giveaway.

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It had been a long week for the brunette, yet she still had the courage to fulfill a promise she had made her students a while back. Putting out two aprons, the girl double-checked her supply of flour, ensuring she had enough for the multiple batches to be made that evening.

Just as she was about to take a mixing ball out, the familiar sound of the TARDIS reverberated through the room, accompanied by excited footsteps. “Clara ?”

“I’m in the kitchen!” She said, head still in the cupboard.

Coming around the kitchen’s door, you had the biggest smile on your face upon seeing her. “Comment ça va, la miss?” 

“I’m doing great ! Where’s the Doctor?” she inquired, turning to face you, a curious expression on her face. She hadn't heard him enter the apartment yet. “What have you done to him?”

Playing dumb, you stepped forward to join her, ready to lend a hand. “What have I done? Do you think I would harm my own beloved?” Despite your attempt to conceal your mischief, she shot you a skeptical look .“Okay, he ate my last batch of cookies…” 

“That’s all?” She scoffed “What? Not my fault if he was caught red handed.” You complained while taking a second ball out.

Chuckling softly, the brunette shook her head in disbelief. “You’re unbelievable.” Sticking out your tongue, you finally laughed with her before standing up, the mixing ball finally found.

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In no time, you had already begun making batches, “Je suis chez moi” blasting around the room. Making you both laugh as you danced around the kitchen, dough still sticking to your hands. 

But laughter soon became playful fighting threats, all orchestrated after you had attempted to reach the bag of flour in the upper cupboard. Unfortunately enough, even if you were taller than the brunette, your hand slipped, the white powder spreading everywhere. Including Clara’s hair.

“Oops- Sorry” You sheepishly excused yourself. 

Turning around to face you, Clara was clearly annoyed. Her black t-shirt now tainted white, she was already plotting for yours to turn the same color.

“Hum… I didn’t touch the dough did I ?”

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The doctor had come worried about how much fun the two of you seemed to be having. Not that he didn’t feel included, you had tasked him to bake some of the batches in the TARDIS kitchen after all. As much as he found it childish, he couldn’t help but want to see you smile at him, as you proudly presented the TARDIS-shaped cookies. He was fascinated with how such simple things could have you beaming with so much joy.

Finally taking the last batch of cookies out of the oven, he put them to cool down on the aisle. And as he closed the heat inducing contraption, the sound of war cries came from outside.

“Pudding brains” He muttered, running out of the box with a slightly annoyed look. Taking the first door, the kitchen was the second line of action. And as he opened it, he was welcomed with both of his companions covered in white powder, laughing their asses off trying to get the other to stop the carnage. 

Taken in the crossfire, the doctor could only stand in the doorway, and try to stop the two warriors. Unfortunately enough, his voice wasn’t as loud as the music, overshadowed by the manic laughter of the two girls, too concentrated on throwing whatever ingredients came their way.

And what was bound to happen, happened. All it took was for Clara to dodge the icing sugar, letting the sweet powder cover half of the Doctor's coat. Your eyes bore an horrified look as you traced the form in the middle of the doorframe.

“Clara…? Keep absolutely still, his vision is based on movement-” You sheepishly let out trying not to laugh at the very crossed face of your husband.

“Now that’s just insulting sweetie.” And yet all you could do was give him a small smile.

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After what seemed to be like a day of cleaning, Clara’s kitchen was finally in order. The dough had been stored in the fridge for now, being the only thing saved from this carnage. 

“My back-” You complained as you finally got up from the floor. Bending the other way around to release the pressure, you heard your back pop in a satisfying manner. “That’s more like it.”

“Please, make me remember to not let you grab the flour next time.” Insisted Clara as she washed the now watered down flour, off her sponge.

“Oh come on, it was fun-” You let out while whipping off the excess water on the aisle.

“ ‘Could have been spared from it-” Commented the grumpy man now seated in the hallway. 

“I've had enough with one grumpy sister, Dear. I don’t need a Scottish husband into the mix-” You let out without  much mind. 

“-Sister?” Clara seemed surprised by your statement. Yet you decided not to pick on it, and put out the stored dough to make new cookies.  This time, Clara,  being in charge of the flour.

“Let’s make the last few batches. We still need to surprise your classroom now don’t we?” 

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After this little “incident”, everything went rather smoothly. With five more boxes of biscuits on the counter, you had enough to live on it for the next two months. At least you were hoping. With your husband roaming the TARDIS, you could count maybe two weeks before two of the boxes disappeared. 

As much as the doctor wanted to take Clara on an adventure after such a “Boring” day, you had insisted for him to let the girl sleep before trying to make her run from aliens again. She still needed to teach the next day, and your little session had been quite an eventful one.

That left you and the doctor alone in the TARDIS, the Doctor still covered in flour. You would have supposed he would have changed by now, yet here he was, still in his whitened coat. 

Sighing, you came closer to his side, your hand stretched out for him to hand over his  precious coat. “Come on, hand it over, it needs a wash.”  

“I can do it, you know ?”

“Hand it-” You insisted.

After looking at your hands for a good minute, he finally gave in. “Fine…” Signing the Doctor gave you the coat, leaving him in his white shirt and matching vest. 

Quickly you disappeared in the wardrobe, handing over the coat to the TARDIS’s pressing. Landing her a compliment, you got back to the console room, and quitted your own leather jacket before wrapping it over the doctor's shoulders. “Here, you can have mine for the time being.” 

A small smile drew itself on the Doctor’s lips. Your caring attitude, making his hearts flutter with thousands of butterflies. Smiling back at him, you scooted over as much as you could, taking his pinky finger with yours in a caring manner.

Always so caring. The soft and smooth touch of your hand made him realize how old his was. If he was being honest, he hated being so old, yet you almost made it bearable. He always was questioning why you stayed with him looking this gray, and being so grumpy. Yet the three rings on your fingers told him you would follow everywhere he would. Support him through whatever was to come.

You, (Y/N), the infinite girl. His infinite girl. His everything.

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Bonus : 

When he emerged around the console in the morning, he was still clad in your jacket. Despite the fact that the TARDIS had hung his own in the room you both shared, he had made an exception for today. Oddly enough, you had risen from bed before him. You had left your coat, leaving him to speculate that you were probably wearing one of your favorite hoodies.

“Hello, my little thief,” you greeted from the top floor. You were hunched over small scraps of paper, diligently piecing something together.

“What are you making?” the Doctor inquired, intrigued by your latest project.

“A keepsake for Clara,” you replied, without looking up from your work.

“Why?” he asked, genuinely curious.

“It’s her birthday next week,” you finally looked up at him, and from his expression, he clearly had forgotten. “You forgot, didn't you?”

Attempting to play it off, he quickly realized that with you, there was no use in pretending. “Scoot over.”

“Thought you were not the crafty one,” you teased, making room for him beside you.

“Surprise then,” he quipped, grabbing the glue stick.

Laughing softly, you bumped shoulders, working together to create the perfect collage of all your adventures with Clara. Occasionally, you glanced over at his concentrated frown, finding amusement in his determination.

Planting a kiss on his cheek, you thanked him for his help before returning to search for the perfect photos. His neck flushed up to the tips of his ears, his hearts fluttering in his chest at your affectionate gesture.

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[loki-laufeychild]

*pokes hand* excuse me Mr. Prince Loki sir, w9uld you like sugar cookie? *holds out a tray of cookies that are cutout like tou*

I would love one.

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[cutecherrygirl]

Christmas time with straykids! ☃️🎄

1/8

Warnings: Smut and Burned cookies

Im doing this cuz im exited for Christmas and you should be too 😡💅🏻

Channie 🤭🎄

- you both have been waiting for Christmas all year and now its finally here! 😍☃️

- While you cleaned the whole house Chan made trip to the locan tree store and bought a Christmas tree! 🎄

- when he entered the house he said "Ho! Ho! Ho! I got the biggest one!" You ran to him to check and approve the tree which is exactly what you did

-he placed the tree on its place and took off his jacket and boots

- you prepared matching pajamas for both you and him 😍

-You both wore them and began Decorating the Christmas tree but not before you both admired each other in new pair of Pajamas 💅🏻

(Classic 🎄💅🏻)

- you both then went to the kitchen and began discussing on what kind of cookies you should make

-you decided on Gingerbread cookies so you start making them

- durning the process you had few flour fights and egg ended up on ur head but on Chan's as well 🥚

- but cookies had sucsesfully entered the oven with tou and Chan smiling from ear to ear, you guys cleaned everything up, made hot chocolate and decided to chill on the couch for a bit

-You sat next to each other with your legs over Chans thighs and his hand caressing your leg while both of you talk and drink Hot chocolate

- "So...I was thinking.." Chan started, you listened carefully "Do you want to...maybe...get cozy upstairs?" He said while wiggling his eyebrows "CHAN!" He laughed "WHAT!? WE ARE ALONE! WHY NOT??" He yelled while laughing "NOT IN FRONT OF MY HOT CHOCOLATE CHRISTOPHER BANG!" You yelled back before standing up amd running to the kitchen to check on the cookies, you hear Chan running behind you and grabbing you in his arms "Channie! I need to check on cookies!" You said while laughing but he just held you tighter wrapping his arms around your waist fron behind while pecking your neck "I dont see a problem" you can feel him smile on ur neck. You rolled your eyes and check on now done and slightly burned cookies, you took them out and place them on counter "Lets decorate?" You smiled but Chan shook his head "you do that and Ill watch you" you frowned "then you're not eating any " Chan cunckled "Guess im not then" he said as he started leaving small kisses on your jaw and down to your neck again, you can't help but let out small moan cuz it feels good "Cmon, decorate them" Chan whispered in your ear and you slightly bit your lip. You took the bag with icing in it and started decorating the cookies not happy with having only White icing, so u decided to separate the icing and color it in green and red. While you did that Chans hands somehow but slowly made their way inside your shirt and are now caressing your bare waist/sides, you gasped softly at the contact, since his hands were kinda cold.

- you stayed like that for awhile, you just started drawing smiley face on burned Gingerbread cookies wheb suddenly But gently Chan pushed you closer to counter so your front/ your hips are touching it and ge pressed himself on you from behind, you could feel his (well friend I'd say?) Pressing against you and you start blushing "Chan..the cookies" you started but Chan Stoped you "Fuck the Cookies" Something about that sentence made you close ur squeeze together, maybe it was the tone of his voice? Maybe it was the fact that you were thinking the same thing and didn't care about the cookies either, or maybe it was the heat. With that Chan turned you around to face him and smashed his lips on yours, you off kissed back and he began bucking his hips into yours making you moan in the kiss. You wrapoed your arms around his neck pulling him even closer, he then grabbed your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist and walked to the living room,he placed you on sofa with him on top of you and took off his shirt, you watched him do it with your lips between your teeth, he then went down to you and gave you long passionate kiss before kissing down to your chin, neck , collar bones and then your chest, he spent generous amount of time on that area kissing every inch of it while you're caressing his hair with eyes shut closed enjoying the feeling he gives you. While he basically made out with your letf breast and played with the other he other whispered sweet things that made you smile " you taste like the sweetest strawberry ever" (IM SORRY OKAY 😭). After awhile he went down to your stomach and kiss it while untying your pajama pants the taking them off, you ' accidentally ' bucked your hips up at the contact of cold air on your heat, Chan chuckled "Calm down babygirl" ge smirked before sliding your panties off, he bit his lip when he saw how wet you were anc his boxers instantly git tighter (flex) "oh god you make me crazy" he mumbled before laying down in front of you and hold your hips down. You bit your lips and started breathing havier since you needed him so bad and he keeps avoiding the spot you need him at by kissing your inner thighs "Chan" you frowned and he cunckled "Please just-OMG" you were cut off my Chan burrying his lips in your heat, you ran your hands through his hair and grip on it wjile moaning, Chan dig his fingers into your hips at contact "Channie" you breathed out before throwing your head back against the couch Pillow, suddenly he spread your legs more and dig in dipper ( sorry) and in response you let out loud moan and pulled his hair a bit which made him groan and that send vibration to your core giving you more pleasure "Im close!" As soon as you said that Chan stoped and lift himself up on his knees, you furrowed your eyebrows together and look at him frustrated "Not yet baby" he smirked and pull down his pants along with his boxers, you watched as his member poked out of his boxers "are you ready?" He asked before he lowered himself down to your level, you nodded so he pushed himself inside you my pressing his hips against yours, with that you moaned and closed your eyes, he smiled before kissing your lips, you kissed him back and he started thrusting into you, you both were mosning mess, your moans could be heard even by Somone taking bath upstairs, when Chan was close he burried his head in your neck anc started thrusting faster and faster before you both came at the same time and breather haevy like you just ran a mile.

- you both gave yourself permission to stay in that position for awhile before Chan took snowman blacnked and covered you both with it, you smiled and cuddled him then finished your hot/cold chocolate and he apologized for cursing at cookies 🎄❤️

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[bluerskiees]

SILENT DEMON 🖤

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｡ ˳ْ  𓋼𓍊  Synopsis: Sanzu aka your new neighbour just seem too good to be true. Finding comfort in him, you run to him whenever you face any problems in life and it magically dissappears. Got someone bullying you? Dont worry, you just got the news of him moving somewhere else for some personal matter. Ofc sanzu didn't kill him and his family and had it covered by ran and rindo. But— what how do you think he reacts when you introduce him to your new boyfriend, the one whom you've been crushing on for a few years ?

Tw: Yandere behaviour, Toxic Sanzu, Kidnapping, Murder, Typical bonten shenanigans, Mentions of drugs and alcohol.

@sleeplessreader @missanonymous1999 @who-dezz @trashmemebitch @reiayanamislover @icecold-dreamland

She was adorable, so naive and so fucking innocent. She was everything he wasn't. He hated it, he hated he innocence, he wanted to ruin her innocence shreds by shreds until she is no longer innocent.

It all started that day, the start of spring. He remembers it just as if it was yesterday. Ofc he does, who could forget it? Seeing an angel moving just a block away.

Maybe it was the way she smiles, Maybe it was the way she talks, so sweet and polite, Maybe it was the her naive and innocent self, Maybe it was the way she didn't judge him, and called herself his new bestfriend. Sanzu doesn't know. But something about her sparked an interest in his heart, Slowly taking control over him piece by piece until his mind is filled with y/n and only her.

Sanzu was busy with work afterall being bonten's #2 wasn't easy, when suddenly he heard the doorbell ring, he was confused, he wasn't expecting visitors now. I mean who would willingly walk inside a death trap? The Haitani's went out to a mission thought, maybe they got hurt? He went outside to check who it was. He looked through the peephole just for his jaw to drop, there you were, innocent clutching the small bag in your hands, biting your lips, eyes shifting everywhere second to second indicating your nervousness. He finally opened the door after staring at you for almost a minute. He regretted it, he wasn't prepared to face an angel this close, it was Intoxicating, your smell, it was Intoxicating, YOU were Intoxicating. Wayyyy more than any of his drugs. You made him feel as if he was in cloud 9. He wanted to keep you all to himself. The world doesn't deserve your beauty. He thought to himself

"U-umm I'm Hayami y/n, your new neighbour, pleased to meet you and oh- have these cookies, I baked them myself ^^"

[ HAYAMI - A Rare Beauty ]

Hayami. Hayami. Hayami, that's what rang inside his head for the next few hours. "Such a precious baby, makes me wanna fucking protect her" he said to himself as he slept soundly dreaming of ways to make you his.

The next day, Sanzu couldn't help but offer you some of his strawberry cheesecakes as a thank you for yesterday's cookies, and his heart thumped wayy too hard when your fingers accidentally brushed the tip of his while getting the bag from him.

Things started off pretty normal, he was the funny, comfortable neighbour. He would make time for you no matter how busy he was. The love he had for you grown wayyy more than he expected it to. In no time, it turned into an obsession, he couldn't stand her eyes on someone that isn't him. He would purposefully hire goons to bully you in the streets just so you could run into his arms crying about how scared you were. But sanzu being the psychopath he is, enjoyed it. The way your tears ran across your face, your mascara flowing down your face. He couldn't help but let his sick brain get the best of him. But he doesn't show tou this part of him. Afterall, wouldn't wanna scare his pretty angel away, would we?

As much as he loves seeing you cry, he only enjoyed it if HE makes you cry. If anyone else makes u cry, consider them dead <3. Unfortunately a guy from your class learnt it the hard way. One day you came crying to him and he was absolutely confused because he didn't hire anyone to make you cry. He made you sit om his lap and explain everything to him. It was awkward at first bit you went on rambling about how they guy stole your money. Sanzu saw how hard you worked the past month and this made his blood boil. He made you some foods and after making sure you're sound asleep, he went into another room to call Ran and Rindo, 2 men just as sadistic as him. Even though they teased him about how much he's simping over a girl, they got the work done in less than an hour :)

He was mentally laughing when u told him about how the guy got transferred somewhere else. Even though you found it a bit suspicious, you brushed it off.

He loved the fact that you He was the one who you loved them most. He was planning on asking you out until you said something that made him mad.

"Haruuuuuu, meet Akito Hayashida, my boyfriend ^^"

"What? Boyfriend?"

"Mhmmm, I've been crushing on him for the last 4 years and turns out he likes me too, isn't that great?"

Sanzu couldn't help but glare at the poor young man. If looks could kill, your boyfriend would be 6 feet under by now

"Uhhh- heyy nice to finally meet you, Y/n talks about you a lot y'know?"

As much as sanzu hated this new guy, what he said just now made his heart flutter. He was sure now. That you were just trying to make him jealous. No way you would like someone else right? Someone so pathetic as him. Haha yeah no way . You're just making him jealous.

A week into your relationship, you got a text from your bf. You opened to read it happily but what u saw broke your heart

It was a picture of hm kissing another girl, how dare he?

*insert picture*

"Hey just so you know, you were a bet for me"

"I do not like you"

"Let this be our official breakup y/n-chan"

"The girl you saw in the picture is my new girlfriend"

"She's a lot better than you right?"

And just like the naive puppy you are, you ran into Sanzu's arms crying for the nth time. You told him that you would never date anyone again :( . It was already late by now and you decided to go home when someone hit your head with something, making you faint.

When you woke up, Your body ached. Looking around you saw your hands and legs tied, a cloth over your mouth preventing from shouting for help. You cried, not knowing what to do, where you were and literally anything about the present situation .

"Shushhh darling, do u do anything other than crying hmm?" The voice— It was familiar. NO. It couldn't be him right? Sanzu would never do this would he ?

The hope you had fainted away when you saw sanzu flashing his psychotic smile towards you saying how much he missed you. You wanted to run. You told him to remove the ropes and all u got in return was his maniacal laugh along with him saying that you're such a naive little girl, perfect for him.

He tells you that he kidnapped you and you are now in one of his secret villas, the one which so many police officers couldn't find. He made sure to add more security cameras just in case u tried to run away from him.

He tried to feed you but all you did was turn your head away, fighting the urge to cry for the nth time. You hated yourself. You hated the way you still think he will let you free, that this is all a huge joke. But it was obvious now, he wasn't planning to let you go anywhere away from him.

"Ugh, can you just shut up and the damn food? I ain't free all day y'know?"

"Well, who asked you to feed me ? No one did. I hope that answers your question. "

You thought you were finally standing up for yourself and felt pretty proud of it until sanzu grabbed a fistful of your hair.

"Listen here sweetheart, you are mine. Whether you like it or now. You gotta accept it" He practically growled into your ears.

He fed you forcefully and exited the room.

TIMESKIP <3

Sanzu was out. You know what it means, there's no one home except you. You wanted to use this as a chance to run out of the place that held you hostage for the last 3 months. After exiting the house, you realized it was in the middle of the forest. The extents he went to keep you to himself, away from the whole world scared you so much. After running through the forest for about 10 minutes, You saw the devil himself, aka sanzu talking to someone in the distance all you could hear was 'Yes boss' and 'Will do boss'. You didn't want to get caught so you walked backwards as silent as you can but unfortunately for you, you stepped on a twig causing it to let out a sound when it broke. You were horrified. You could see sanzu taking out his gun and turning around to shoot the 'spy' . But he saw you. Wait— he saw YOU? His eyes widened a bit before clenching his jaws running towards you. You didn't want to stand still no more and ran faster, faster than you did your whole life. Along the way, you saw a gentleman. Probably in his early 30's. You stopped him and told him the situation and he quickly shielded you behind his broad back. "You're safe now pretty girl, and that fucker couldn't hurt you now" . You saw him takin You were safe. You were finally safe. That monster couldn't hurt you no more— or so you thought. You saw him coming towards you and finally stopping with a confused face. The man protecting you earlier dropped his arm too. What was going on?

Turns out your 'SAVIOUR' was Ran Haitani, an executive in the same company sanzu works for. The man who once protected you threw one of hus arm over your shoulders the other one clutching his stomach laughing a bit too hard :/

Samz just rolled his eyes and took you away from his grip muttering, "Back off Haitani, she's mine". Thats when it hit you — you can't run away from him. He would get you either way. By hook or by crook. You knew sanzu would win either ways. So you finally bowed to him. Giving yourself to him, Apologizing for running away from your home without his knowledge.

Ran was pretty shocked/sad to see this while sanzu was enjoying it. He wanted to break you piece by piece and that's what was happening. You realized that you belong to him, your body, mind and soul, EVERYTHING. Even though sanzu was mad at you, he let it slide. Just this once, you knew he would punish you hard if u did the same thing again. Even though you didn't know what his punishment was, you still agreed. Not because you trusted him, but because you had no other chance. He would find you even if you hid in a small corner of the world <3

#yandere scenarios #yandere x reader #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #tw yandere #yandere bonten #yandere imagines #yandere sanzu #yandere tokyo revengers #sanzu x reader #sanzu x you #tokrev sanzu #tw. dark content #tokyo revengers sanzu #tokyo revengers sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu headcanons #bonten sanzu #tr sanzu #sanzu akashi #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo x reader #akashi haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #haruchiyo headcanons #haruchiyo x y/n #bonten trio

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Shimada coffee? Yeah we sell hot coco would you like a cookie or candy cane to go with? ~Bambi

———

Gabe: *grumbling* why did we leave shopping until the last minute? You’re normally ahead of this.

Jack: I am. I already bought a bunch of gifts but this is special.

Gabe: what’s so special about standing in the cold for hours pushing through crowds and- *shuts up as he looks in the backseat to see Sojiro & the kids staring out at the snow and pretty lights in awe* …I understand.

*a few hours later*

Gabe: *holding Hanzo’s lil hand as the toddler searches the various stores for a gift for his dad* Hannypie it’s getting late, the stores will be closing soon. I’m sure he’ll love whatever you pick.

Hanzo: *looks up at him, visibly upset he can’t find the perfect gift for his and his fathers first real Christmas* …hu?… *looks past him to see the large decorative display tree in the store, and on it a simple but pretty ornament of a daddy cardinal & two little cardinals* mm!! *points*

Gabe: huh? *looks back at the tree* that? I don’t think it’s for sale…

Hanzo: *forcing himself to use his English* b-but- it- for- tou-san…

Gabe: … *takes the ornament and picks up Hanzo so he can go beg the manager to let him buy it*

*a few minutes later*

Sojiro: *holding Genji while waiting with Jack and Cole* they’re taking a while… I hope they’re okay, Hanzo gets really overwhelmed in crowds…

Jack: I’m sure they’re okay. He’s probably taking his time picking out something special like Cole did for Gabe and I.

Cole: *nods holding his lil bags* mm! I picked special surprises!

Sojiro: *smiles warmly* He’s such a thoughtful boy… I know he’ll pick out something specia-

Hanzo: Tou-san!!! *toddling ahead of Gabe holding out a little bag*

Sojiro: *smiles and picks him up holding him with his brother* there you are little rabbit, how did it- Oh-

Hanzo: *pulls out the ornament* us! Gift!!

Gabe: I- mijo you’re supposed to wait until Christmas to gift I-

Sojiro: *staring at it, silently crying with love and joy* it’s perfect, well done little starling… I love it.

Gabe: oh.

Jack: told you it’d be special~

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Writing advent calendar

Day 16

Prompt: Mistletoe Title: The Mistletoe Experiment I know I missed Days 1-15, but thought I'd finally had time to jump in on this one... Summary: Camila has a plan to get Natalia under the mistletoe...for science.

EDIT: read here for ao3

The Studio kids begged Pablo to let them finish their class early the day before they took off for the holidays to have a little potluck to celebrate the season. He decided they deserved a little fun after all their hard work so far that year, but they'd have to handle all the planning for it. So they all agreed to take on different tasks, and bring snacks.

Fran and Violetta baked some Christmas sugar cookies together. And also came up with a list of Christmas songs the group would sing. Andres recently purchased a chicken that was going to provide the eggs for his "Special Eggnog", but considering the chicken was actually a rooster, no one had any interest in trying this. León already had plenty of hot chocolate prepared as backup for drinks.

Ludmila had signed up to bring 'whatever Naty was bringing'. So Naty decided to make some little reindeer treats she found online out of chocolates and pretzels on behalf of them both.

Broduey brought in some candy canes for everyone. He even dressed like Santa to do the job. Diego also volunteered to help him and dressed like an elf. He acted like he was given the short end of the stick of what to bring, but for some reason he had an elf costume at the ready, and it's not like he didn't have other options...

Maxi and Cami teamed up to work on decorations together so it would be a bit more festive. 

Maxi even brought a dreidel and some chocolate coins to offer a mix of holiday traditions since he had a Jewish uncle who would surprise him with the gelt around the holidays that he looked forward to every year. _

Maxi and Cami made some paper snowflakes they hung over the stage, and some lights they strung around the piano. They brought in a little Christmas Tree next to the table they were using for all the food. They covered the table with red and green table cloth, and stuck a menorah on it as well.

Cami also had a special decoration, she brought herself for her own ...scientific purposes. 

Ever since Naty and Camila practiced Cami’s kissing scene a few weeks prior, the actress was thinking about ways to kiss her again….for research. She would report her findings in a new kissing book she started, since this was all for an experiment. What that experiment was exactly, she wasn’t quite sure yet....Maybe to become more convincing during her character's kiss scenes? Yeah! That was sensible, right?

After Camila had dragged Naty home that afternoon on that fateful day, she hadn’t planned to really continue the scene with Naty but the nervous brunette was confused and insistent on running lines with her. And Cami really did need to practice with somebody so why not trust one of her closest friends? Plus Naty was a pretty good actress herself when she got into character...maybe a little too in character. Still when the script got to the kissing part, she didn’t imagine Naty would lean in and she herself would lean in too or the way she felt when their lips tou...

“Wow Cami, we really killed it with the decorations, huh?” Maxi said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders admiring their work.

"Mmhmm," Cami nodded nervously, embarrassed that she was just caught in a daze daydreaming about (stage*) kissing his girlfriend.

And with her secret plan brewing, she suddenly felt uncomfortable at the prospect of going through with it.

She excused herself from Maxi, and headed over by the doorway where she had previously snuck off to hang the mistletoe while Maxi was distracted by setting up the Menorah, and was reaching up to grab it and take it down when Naty approached her.

“Ohmigosh Camila, you have to try my Rudolph pretzels! They actually taste really good!” Naty said with her mouth full, and shoving a handful of tiny reindeer into the red head’s face.

“Oh! Thanks Natalia, I’ll give them a try.” Cami grabbed a few and tossed them in her mouth and began to chew tentatively before the perfectly combined sweet and salty taste took over her senses.

“Mmmm, these are really good!”

“Right?”

“I’ll have to show you the recipe sometime, maybe you can make some for your sisters and - OH”

“What?”

Naty began to laugh over-enthusiastically as her focus was now above Camila’s head.

“Naty, what’s so funny?”

Suddenly, Cami realized what had redirected Naty’s attention and that her plan was accidentally now in motion. Without even setting her up, Naty had walked right into her mistletoe trap.

“Well, I guess we have to follow the laws of Christmas tradition…” Naty scratched at the back of her head.

“Yeah, I mean who knows what..er...how we'd be cursed if we didn't....” Cami shrugged.

After a moment of pause, Naty gradually perched herself up on her toes and Cami leaned down slowly and the two were just about to fufill the yuletide tradition when...

“NATALIA!”

The two immediately parted to opposite ends of the open doorway as Ludmila walked through them like she was Moses parting the Red Sea. She turned directly to Naty.

“Did you remember to bring our snack? Pablo said I can’t eat unless I brought something, but we agreed to do ours together and you made them last night, right?”

“Yeah Ludmi, they’re right over there?” Naty said pointing to the table to her left, but eyes still tentatively traveling between Ludmi cowering over her, and Cami behind her.

“Good….and um, thank you.” Ludmila added and patted her head awkwardly, as she was still trying to find a balance in treating Naty like an equal.

Cami sighed looking down at her feet. I guess this is for the best, she thought.

Meanwhile, Naty waited for Ludmi to be out of sight and once she was far enough away, grabbed Cami gently by her chin and pulled her down swiftly for a long deep kiss.

After it was over, Cami quickly looked around to see if anyone had witnessed their liplock, but all their classmates were hovered over the table at the other side of the room, eating and talking, totally missing what had just transpired turning Cami as bright red as her hair.

“Cool decorations, Cami!” Naty smirked.

Cami stuttered but before she can come up with a response, Naty already skipped off to Ludmila’s side.

Camila's brain short-circuited from the new set of information she had to now record in her findings.

#violetta #dcla #dcla writing advent calendar 2022 #natila #(and some luty) #i'm too lazy to proofread this right now #(yes lin this is for you lol) #my fanfics

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revice: Sugar cookies sweet with the swirl of rose petals.

fandom: kamen rider revice au: omegaverse WARNING: (EMOTIONAL) INCEST ship: yukimi/ikki/genta

Yukimi folded a towel then ran her hands across it. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her mouth a tight then line. She had put a water bottle next to her. She was waiting for news, was Ikki okay? He had been sick since they didn't know when. The door opened slightly. Yukimi jumped to her feet. Genta walked into the room silently. Yukimi rushed to his side. 'Is Ikki okay?' she said in a rush.

Genta was already frowning and it deepened. 'Yes,' he said quietly, 'at least it seems so. He's presenting.'

Yukimi breathed out, her shoulders relaxing. There might still be a problem but at least they know how to deal with this. 'Does he need help?' she asked eagerly.

Genta hesitated. 'He might,' he said slowly.

Yukimi's frown turned determined. 'Then we'll help.' Genta's expression softened. He nodded. Yukimi went back to the bench and picked up the towels and the water bottle. She followed Genta to Ikki's room. Yukimi stumbled to a halt in front of it. Her stomach was twisting, so this was Ikki's scent. Sugar cookies sweet with the swirl of rose petals. She swallowed.

Genta pushed the door opened and they both stepped into the room. They both shuddered. there was something to Ikki's scent that made their mouths water. It made Yukimi's gums ache. She wanted to bite down.

Genta closed the door behind him. 'Ikki,' Yukimi called out softly. They went to the bed. The blanket covered a lump and here the scent was thicker, a heavy, inescapable cloud. Genta cleared his throat and Yukimi frowned in concentration. They couldn't be distracted. They sat down on the bed. 'Ikki,' Yukimi called out again.

Genta lifted the edge of the blanket. And there was a rush or maybe a swelling tide of Ikki's scent. They both swallowed, their mind foggy. 'Ikki.' he said quickly, voice deeper.

There was a sound then movement under the blanket. 'Tou-chan?' Ikki said weakly.

Yukimi's eyes widened and Genta quickly leaned down. The worry had overridden the fog. 'We're here, Ikki,' Genta said soothingly.

Yukimi sat down on the bed. 'Can we lay down beside you?'

The blanket moved. The top of Ikki's head appeared. 'I'm going to pull the blanket off, okay?' Genta asked. A small jerky nod. He pulled it off and Ikki's scent came up to wrap around them. They were something good about it, something that made them want to breath it in.

They sat down, Genta folding the blanket and Yukimi setting the towels in front of him. Their expressions were worried. Ikki was curled up on his side, sweat on his forehead. He was looking up at Yukimi with teary eyes. Yukimi's expression softened. It hurt to see him like this. She picked up a small towel and pressed it against Ikki's face.

She looked at Genta. Her eyes met his. There was agreement. They lied down, Ikki between them. Ikki shifted forward. He pulled himself closer to Yukimi. Genta wrapped an arm around Ikki's waist then pressed his nose against the nape of Ikki's nape. His eyes darkened. Yukimi ran a hand through Ikki's hair. She stared at them.

There was something to the view of Papa-san wrapped around Ikki. His eyes were half-lidded and dark. 'It'll be alright, Ikki, we're here,' Yukimi murmured. She kissed the top of Ikki's head. Ikki buried his head in the crook of Yukimi's neck.

Genta looked at her. His expression changed into one of curiosity. Yukimi ran a hand through Ikki's hair. Genta met her eyes. She shook her head. Genta stared at her for a moment then his eyes brightened in realization. He kissed the side of Ikki's head.

#yukimi x ikki x genta #yukimi/ikki/genta #kamen rider revice #my writing #i write #shipcest #shipcest tw

[gift-hampers-melbourne]

How to Surprise Your Mom with a Luxury Mother's Day Hamper 

Mother's Day is a special time to show our appreciation and love for the amazing women who have nurtured and cared for us throughout our lives. 

What better way to express this gratitude than by putting together a luxury Mother's Day hamper filled with DIY and homemade gifts? 

These unique Melbourne hampers add a personal touch and demonstrate the thought and effort put into celebrating her. 

Whether your mom has a penchant for gourmet treats, pampering spa products, or unique crafts, a custom-made gift hamper can cater to her preferences and surprise her in the most delightful way. 

Let's dive into some creative ideas to craft a memorable Mother's Day gift that reflects how much she truly means to you.

Planning the Luxury Mother's Day Hamper

Creating a luxury Mother's Day hamper is a heartfelt way to convey your love and appreciation for the most important woman in your life. 

The beauty of a DIY gift like this lies in its customisation – tailoring each element to suit your mom's tastes and preferences perfectly. 

A well-thought-out Melbourne hampers can make her feel truly special. Let's start with the basics of putting together a luxurious gift basket.

Setting a Budget

Before diving into the vast sea of potential items to include in your hamper, it's crucial to decide on a budget. This will guide your choices and help you manage costs effectively. 

Remember, the sentiment behind the gift is what truly counts, so there's no need to overspend. 

A budget of any size can yield a thoughtful, luxurious hamper. Factor in all potential costs, including the items, packaging, and any shipping fees, if you plan to send the hamper by mail.

Choosing the Theme

Selecting a theme for your Mother’s Day hampers Melbourne adds a cohesive touch to your gift, making it feel more curated and personal. 

Themes can range from relaxation, where each item contributes to a pampering experience, to a gourmet theme filled with her favourite treats and ingredients. Consider your mom's hobbies and interests and what she might need more of in her life—be it relaxation, indulgence, or perhaps a bit of both.

The theme you choose will steer you in selecting the perfect items for your hamper.

Selecting Items for the Hamper

Now comes the exciting part—choosing the items to include in your luxury hamper. The key here is quality over quantity. Select fewer, more thoughtful items that align with your chosen theme and are sure to bring a smile to your mom's face.

Personalised Items

A luxury hamper becomes truly special with the addition of personalised items. 

These can range from custom jewellery engraved with meaningful dates or messages to personalised stationery or a hand-painted mug. Another heartwarming addition could be a photo album or frame featuring cherished memories. 

Personalised gifts have a unique charm; they tell your mom that you've put thought and effort into making her gift unique to her.

Pampering Essentials

Turning your gift hamper into a spa-like sanctuary is a wonderful way to indulge your mom. Think about including luxurious bath bombs, scented candles, high-end skincare products, or a silky robe. The aim is to encourage her to take some time for herself, to relax and rejuvenate.

Items like a massage oil or a facial mask set can transform a simple evening at home into a pampering retreat.

Favourite Treats

No luxury hamper is complete without your mom's favourite treats. These could be gourmet chocolates, fine teas or coffees, artisanal jams, or premium wines. Handpicking each treat based on her preferences shows a level of care and attention to detail that won't go unnoticed. 

If you're skilled in the kitchen, consider adding a homemade element, like freshly baked cookies or a small batch of her favourite preserves. The homemade touch adds an extra layer of warmth and sentiment to your gift.

Assembling and Presenting the Hamper

Once you've collected the items and added your DIY touches, it’s time to assemble and present the hamper. Doing so in a thoughtful way will ensure your luxury Mother's Day hamper is as delightful to unpack as it is to receive.

Arranging the Items

Start with choosing a basket or box that suits the size and theme of your hamper; natural wicker baskets or elegant decorative boxes work well. 

Begin by placing heavier and larger items at the bottom, ensuring stability. Use smaller items to fill in gaps, creating a visually appealing arrangement. Fabrics like tissue paper or straw can be used to add texture and protect fragile items. 

Consider the placement of your DIY elements so they catch her eye as she explores the hamper.

Wrapping and Packaging

Once your hamper is arranged, the next step is to wrap and secure it in a way that enhances its appeal. 

Cellophane wrap is a classic choice, allowing the contents of the hamper to shine through while keeping everything in place. 

Tying it off with a bow or a custom-made label adds a polished look. If you prefer a more sustainable option, consider using a fabric wrap that your mom can reuse. Ensure the package is secure yet easy for your mom to open, maintaining the balance between aesthetics and practicality.

Presentation Ideas

The presentation of your Mother’s Day hampers Melbourne is the final touch that can make this gift unforgettable.

Consider presenting it at a time and place that holds special meaning for you and your mom. Breakfast in bed with the hamper as a surprise or a family picnic where the hamper takes centre stage could make for memorable moments.

Alternatively, a quiet afternoon tea at home, where the hamper becomes part of a relaxing and indulgent experience, can show your mom just how much she means to you. Whichever option you choose, the key is to make the presentation as personal and heartfelt as the hamper itself.

Conclusion 

Crafting a luxury Mother's Day hamper filled with homemade gifts is not just about the items you put inside; it's about the love and thoughtfulness that go into each element. Remember, the joy in this process lies not only in the giving but also in the making.

Remember, it’s the effort and love you put into creating Melbourne hampers surprise that truly counts. Here’s to making this Mother's Day one she’ll remember with a heart full of joy!

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[toutallyahoe]

muscle cookie is such a himbo, just want him sobbing on my cock

he is such a himbo and that man can easily give you a boobjob with his tits

#gotta love himbos #and muscle cookie is definitely a certified one #imagine sitting in his lap and sucking on his tits? #man barely functions and only regains some sort of thinking when you already push in your cock inside him to beg you to breed him #hmmmm #also i just wanna say that latte cookie is absolutely fucking beautiful #maam has my heart in her hands #holy shit she looks so ethereal and breathtakingly beautiful #i cry looking at her #shes so pretty i love her #cookie run thirst #tou responds #ask #anon

[cornerstorebitch]

frankly absolutely losing my mind watching alfie eat a little cookie shaped cereal bit

#me to the boy while dlurry glared at me: oh my GOD do tou like youe cookie little boy do tou like tour rat sized coomie oh my godddd youre h #homding it in your little rst hands good bot rsttie do you like gour cookie

[jeonsjiddies]

Not Afraid | jjk (m)

Summary - Jungkook helps you change your flat tire, and teaches you how to let go.

Word Count -  3816

Pairing - Jungkook x reader

Genre - smut

Warnings -  dom!jungkook, fingering, bondage, breast play, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, rough sex

a/n: another re-write from a previous fandom. :)

Driving home from university on a hot Tuesday afternoon, you sang along to the radio at the top of your lungs.You sped down the highway (still following the speed limit- for the most part. Didn’t most cops give a 5mph grace?) when your car started shaking and swerving. You put your flashers on and pulled over underneath an overpass bridge. You got out and realized you had a flat tire. 

“Crap,” you mumbled, pulling out your spare from the back and staring at it.

You didn’t know how to change a tire. You groaned, kicking the stone wall in frustration. You heard a hissing noise from behind some chipped off stones, and out jumped a snake. You screamed, fumbling away from it. Suddenly, a tall man in a black leather jacket appeared. He fearlessly grabbed the snake by the head so it couldn’t bite him, and walked it over to a grassy area, tossing it free.

“Are you oka-” he began when you threw yourself at him, hugging him. 

Your hands then pressed against his chest. 

“Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you,” you rushed out.

Being pressed against him felt so good. Your hands slid down his chiseled abdomen slowly, mesmerized. You jumped back to reality, your gaze flickering up to his face, startled. You stood there, frozen, gazes locked together, your hands splayed across the top of his jeans. 

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” you squeaked, cheeks heating up as you stumbled away from him and his amused expression. 

“Oh, don’t mind me. I was enjoying the show,” he smirked. 

You almost died right then and there. From this new angle, you saw his deliciously tanned skin, deep brown eyes and razor sharp jawline, but soft, round features. He was gorgeous, erotic, he was…

“Jungkook?” you gasped, recognizing the boy from school. 

“Hey, Y/N.” he grinned.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” you smiled. “What are you doing here?” 

“I saw you were having car trouble and I stopped to make sure you were okay.”  

You and Jungkook weren’t exactly friends, but you were one of the few people  who didn’t treat him like trash, so you were friendly in classes and the hallways.

“I got a flat tire. I have a spare but I don’t know how to change it.” you sighed.

“I can help you with that. Do you have a jack?”  

“Uh…” you looked in the back and shook your head.

“I do, at my place. Come on,” he motioned to his bike. 

He handed you a helmet and you climbed onto the seat behind him, clutching his torso for dear life. Jungkook’s  body felt so good to touch, it made you hold on a little tighter than necessary. He wasn’t even going that fast. He rode down the highway, turning into his apartment complex. You hopped of the bike, your whole body still vibrating from the purr of the engine. 

“Whoa,” you swayed.

“First time?”  

You nodded.

“I’m honored to have been your first ride,” he smirked, making you blush at the implied meaning.

That bike wasn’t the only thing you wanted to ride…  He grabbed the jack from inside, while you looked around.

“Got it,” he said, suddenly standing behind you, his body head radiating onto your back, breath fanning against your ear. 

You visibly shivered, causing him to chuckle.

“Let’s go, princess.”  

You climbed back on the bike, more aware of his body between your legs than before. He rode back to your car and jacked it up, using the tools he’d brought he took off the old tire and put on the new one. He eased your car back to the ground.

“Good as new,” he beamed, “I’ll follow you home just to be sure that it’s all safe.”

“Thank you, Jungkook. You’re amazing,” you gushed.

He blushed and nodded, crawling back onto his bike and following you to your house. He got off the bike and walked up to you.

“Check your tire pressure in a couple days but other than that it seemed to drive fine.”  

“Okay. Do you want a drink or something?” you gestured to your house. “You really saved me today and I just want to repay you.”

“Sure,“ he smiled.

You led him inside, giving him some iced tea.

“Hungry?” you offered him a plate of cookies your mom had left out when she’d gone to night shift. 

“Thanks,” he smiled, taking one and biting in. 

He closed his eyes and let out a low moan that melted your insides. You pressed your thighs together.

“This cookie is orgasmic.” Jungkook told you, and you just giggled nervously.

“Oh, I forgot to give you the grand tour,” you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the kitchen. 

You let go as soon as you realized what you’d done and showed him the downstairs before heading up the stairs.

“Last but not least, where I sleep,” you said, sitting on the bed.

“Nice.”  

“You’re the first guy that’s been up here,” you admitted.

“Oh, another honor of being your first,” he winked.

You covered your face, laughing.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“But didn’t you, Y/N?” the corner of his lip tugged upwards as he stalked towards you, almost like a predator closing in on its’ prey.

Your throat went dry as he placed his hand on your knee, leaning closer.

“Y/N?” your mom called up the stairs, “honey whose motorcycle is outside?”

Jungkook froze, your eyes popped open wide.

“She’s supposed to be at work.”  

“I’m not supposed to be here, am I?” 

You shook your head.

“Shit,” he mumbled, glancing at the window.  

“Don’t go. I have a plan. Come on.” 

You led him downstairs and stopped in front of your mom.

“Y/N, what-” she stopped and stared at Jungkook,  “Who are you? Why is he here? What were you doing up there?” she accused.

“Jungkook helped me change my flat tire and I didn’t have any cash on me but I wanted to repay him so he followed me here so I could get into my savings jar.” 

Jungkook nodded, furthering your story by pulling out a stack of one dollar bills from his pocket.

“Oh, well thank you… Jungkook…” your mom smiled wearily.

“It’s really no problem, Mrs. Y/L/N.”  

“Would you like to stay for dinner? As a thank you? I got off work early and I was going to make steak,” she offered.

“I’d like that,” Jungkook smiled. “At home it’d be me and a frozen dinner.”

“A growing boy needs a home cooked meal,” she clapped, “if you go back into your room, leave the door open Y/N.”

Your whole face felt hot  and you just nodded, dragging Jungkook up the stairs.

“I’m so sorry,” you groaned.

“Don’t be, she’s sweet.”  

“If you say so,” you mumbled.

You and Jungkook hung out in your room, talking and laughing and getting to know each other better. He told you how he became interested in tattoos, even learning how to tattoo someone himself, though he hadn’t had time to do it professionally with school. Tou told him that you’d never done anything half as exciting as that. The both of you kept moving closer unconsciously, until you were sitting cross legged on your bed, knees touching. You bit your bottom lip nervously. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut.

“Y/N, it’s taking every bit of self control I’ve got not to attack you right now, please don’t make this any harder than it already is,” he groaned.

“Attack me?” you asked.

Jungkook lowered his voice, giving you a dangerous look. 

“You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, do you? From the moment you touched me at the bridge, I’ve wanted you. Even before that. You’re so kind to me, so pure and sweet. But I see the way you look at me. The way you want me. Then you bring me to your bed and you tease me, but I can’t have you. Your mom is downstairs. If she weren’t here right now, I’d have you screaming my name, begging me for more, I’d fuck you so good you’d be limping for days,” he growled, voice barely audible.

You sucked in a breath, using every ounce of willpower you possessed not to jump on him.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you babygirl?” he purred. “You want my hands all over you, my tongue-”

“Y/N! Jungkook! Dinner,” your mom called.

Your face was hot from Jungkook’s dirty words, and he had to adjust himself before going downstairs. 

“I’m starved,” he smirked, “but I really just want dessert,” he whispered in your ear, nibbling it before walking away. 

You nearly fainted, but you followed him down to the kitchen.  You sat next to him at the table.

“Wow Mrs. Y/L/N, this looks amazing,” Jungkook smiled innocently. 

You  pressed your legs together desperate for any kind of relief. Jungkook smiled, placing a hand on your bare thigh under the table. Your eyes widened, and you looked at him. He just smiled politely, eyes focused ahead on what your mother was saying. Your dad came in and introduced himself. Your parents made idle conversation, they asked questions, but you could barely pay attention with Jungkook’s fingers dancing on your skin, so close to where you wanted him, but not close enough. As you were explaining the events of the day to your father, Jungkook’s fingers found their way past the hem of your shorts. You choked on your water.

“Are you okay?” Jungkook feigned concern.

“I’m fine. Wrong pipe,” you coughed, gripping his knee as a warning, pushing your legs together. 

He easily spread them apart again, because, did you really want him to stop? His fingers slithered past your underwear, teasing your slit. 

“This steak is so moist,” Jungkook grinned.

“Thank you, Jungkook,” your mom smiled.

You rolled your eyes, until he slipped one finger inside you. You bit down on your lip to avoid moaning. Jungkook didn’t even glance your way as he added another, pumping in and out of your heat seamlessly. His arm was barely moving. His thumb  rubbed circles around your clit, and you jumped a little. You dug your nails into his leg as his skilled fingers started moving faster, curling and hitting all the best places, making the electricity in your core build fast. You whimpered quietly as he shifted the angle, hitting your G-spot again.

“Are you okay, honey?” your dad asked.

“Yea-yeah. I just… ohhh.. My head hurts,” you moaned out.

“Do you need to be excused?” your dad asked.

“No…” you choked out breathlessly, “I’m okay.” 

“Okay,” he gave you a concerned look and started asking your mother about her day.

Jungkook leaned over and whispered hotly in your ear.

“Such a naughty girl, you don’t want to get caught do you? But it feels so good, doesn’t it? My fingers deep in your soaking pussy.  You act so innocent, I knew you’d be a dirty girl for me.” he purred quietly, so only you could hear. 

“Jungkook,” you gasped quietly, warning him that your orgasm was quickly approaching.

“Let it go baby, but be quiet.” 

He smirked, quickening the pace of his fingers. You covered your head with your arms, biting down on one to stifle the loud moan that left your lips as you rode out your high on Jungkook’ fingers, shaking from the explosion deep inside your core.

“Y/N?” your mom questioned.

“I think it’s a stress headache,” you croaked out. “Maybe I should go lay down. I’ll walk Jungkook out.”

“Okay honey, feel better. Nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

“Pleasure was mine.”  

“Come again soon,” she told him and he just smirked at you.

“I will.” 

Once you got outside, you hit his arm. 

“You’re such an asshole!” you hissed.

“You loved it.,” he laughed. 

You tugged on his shirt and he stepped closer to you.

“There’s more where that came from baby girl. I’m gonna show you how good I can make you feel,” he growled  “if your parents weren’t watching us from the window, I’d kiss you.”

“Now you’re scared?” you scoffed.

His eyes darkened and he pulled you against him roughly, kissing you hard and fast, making you dizzy. His tongue battled yours and his hands gripped your sides, grinding you into him. It was like a grenade had exploded in your mind, almost as good as the orgasm. He pulled away and licked his lips suggestively.

“I’m not afraid of anything, baby,” he winked, jumping on his bike and riding away.

Over the course of the next few weeks, all you could think about was Jungkook. Jungkook’s lips on yours, his fingers, daydreaming about other areas of his anatomy… All you wanted to do was to see how he could keep his word but he had other ideas. He loved to rile you up, then leave you wanting more, saying “it will be worth the wait baby.” Jungkook would sneak up behind you in the hallway, covering your eyes, whispering in your ear with that husky voice “guess who?”  and you like to tease him too.

“Tae?” You pretend- guessed.

Jungkook spun you around in a flash, pinning you against your locker, capturing your lips in a hot, jealous kiss.

“Does Tae kiss you like that?” Jungkook growled. 

“Well now that you mention it…” 

“Oh you’re so in for it,” his fingers dug into your side and you let out a shriek as he tickled you. 

“Jungkook! Jungkook!” You screamed, laughing. 

“That’s right baby, scream my name. Just how I like it, ” he joked, pulling you into a seemingly innocent hug, if it weren’t for his hot breath murmuring dirty things in your ear. 

You went weak against him and he pressed his hard on into your hips, to help keep you up and also to tease you. You whimpered like an injured puppy, grinding against him, but he pulled away. 

“Mmm… so hot for me baby,” he cooed, “maybe if you behaved and didn’t tease me, I wouldn’t have to tease you.“

“I’ll stop I swear,” You promised. 

He grabbed your ass, pulling you in for a fast kiss. The warning bell rang and he took your hand innocently, walking you to class. This hot and cold had shivers running down your spine. He kissed your forehead and went to his own class. 

Later, as you cuddled in his bed, you finally broke. 

“Babe, you’ve been teasing me for weeks. I want you,” you whined. 

“Okay.” 

“Really? Okay?” you gasped. 

“Yeah, but I want you to beg for it. Beg for me,” he smirked, “tell me how badly you need my big, thick cock in your little wet pussy. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” 

His eyes were dark and dangerous and you were already dripping as you sat up on your knees, looking up at him. 

“Jungkook, please,” you begged, too desperate to be embarrassed, “Please I need you inside me right now. I need to feel your hands on me. I can’t stop thinking about how good your fingers felt inside me. You’re all I think about, I’m going insane. Fuck, please.”  

“Mmm.. that’s it baby girl. You want me to make you feel good?” he purred. 

“Yes, please. Fuck Jungkook, I’m literally begging you. I’ll do anything,” you whimpered. 

“Anything?” 

“Literally anything. I need you that badly.” 

“Strip,” He instructed, standing up and walking over to his closet and pulling something out. 

You did as told without hesitation. Some might call you whipped, but it was more like sexual desperation. You’d been allowed to have a sample, but you needed the real thing. You’d been teased and provoked for weeks, and you were ready to burst. 

“Lay back, baby,” He said softly, and you did.

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, smirking at you.

“Are you ready?”  

Your eyes went wide and you nodded, moving your hands up to the headboard so he could cuff them. 

“Now, this is going to be different, but I want you to stop thinking so much and just feel what I’m doing to you. Can you do that?”  

“Yes,” you breathed out in excitement . 

He pulled out a large bandana, covering your eyes with it and securing it around your head.  You couldn’t even see any light filtering in through the fabric, it was just darkness. You heard Jungkook’ belt buckle and assumed he was undressing. You felt his body hovering over yours. 

“Mmm… you look so fucking good all tied up and ready for me. I’m going to make you feel so amazing baby girl,” he licked a stripe from the sensitive space below your ear down to your collarbone, nibbling gently. 

You felt something soft tickle your breasts, causing your nipples to perk up. The strange soft object was ghosted across your alert nipples and you bit your lip and shivered. 

“Do you trust me to take care of you?”  

You didn’t skip a beat, “yes.” 

“Good girl.”  

Everywhere the soft tickling sensation went, Jungkook lips followed close behind. He sucked on your breasts, teeth gently tugging on your erect nipples. You groaned quietly. His wet mouth on your sensitive skin was almost too much. He licked a bold line across them, blowing cold air on the wet skin, and you shook in anticipation.  Jungkook treated your body like a temple, worshipping every inch of your skin, telling you how flawless you were, how much he craved you. His mouth slowly, tantalizingly slowly, worked its way down your body, leaving little love bites, kissing and licking and teasing. You felt the soft tickle on your heat, so ready for his mouth to follow, but it didn’t. He teased your slit with the soft touches and kissed your mouth tenderly. 

“I wish you could see how beautiful you look, all open and ready for me. You’re a fucking goddess, y/n. I bet you taste so good, so sweet,” he told you, nibbling on your bottom lip. 

Your mouth fell open in awe at how his words affected you, how even a simple kiss had you writhing, how not being able to see made everything so much more intense, or maybe it was just Jungkook. Jungkook’s mouth left yours, and you missed his body heat pressed against yours until you felt him press soft kisses at your entrance. Finally, he was where you needed him. His tongue darted out unexpectedly, licking and swirling against your sensitive clit. You moaned quietly. His fingers snaked their way into your dripping core, curling just right, just like they had that night at dinner, only better. 

You arched your back off the bed, trying to handle your fingers in his hair, but your movements were halted by the cuffs. Jungkook fingered you quickly, pumping in and out hard and fast, but his tongue danced slowly on your little nub, the different tempos making your head spin. You were already close, his magic fingers working inside you, his delicious tongue bringing you so close to the edge. Your high crashed over you and your breath hitched, you couldn’t even make sound, just sucked in your breath as the most amazing feeling washed over you. 

Jungkook continued working on your pussy until he knew your high had come back down. Your breathing was labored and he grinned, loving what he could do to you. You felt completely spent, and you thought that was the end of it, until you heard a foil wrapper being opened. You weren’t sure if you could handle anything else with how sensitive your clit felt, but you sure as hell weren’t going to pass up this opportunity. Jungkook lined himself up at your sensitive, dripping entrance. He reached up and took off your blindfold, and the first thing you saw was his gorgeous face smiling down at you, meeting your eyes. 

“I wanted to be able to see your eyes for this part.” He told you, leaning down to kiss you gently, slowly sliding inside of you. 

You gasped, feeling over sensitive and wanting more at the same time. Jungkook moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, then he started going faster. The faster Jungkook snapped his hips, the louder you moaned, Jungkook encouraging you obviously. 

“That’s it baby, let it out, I want the neighbors to know who’s making you feel this good.”  

“Fuck, Jungkook, oh…” you nearly screamed “faster please please please.” 

Jungkook pumped in and out of you faster, rougher, causing the headboard to smack against the wall with a loud thud each time. Your whole body rocked along with the force of his thrusts, and you thought you might actually faint. You were flying, soaring, floating, you couldn’t describe it. You were in another world with Jungkook deep inside you, filling an empty space inside you that you didn’t even know existed. It was like you were incomplete until this moment, and Jungkook became a part of you, closing the gap. Your high was coming again, even more intense than the last. You could barely breathe, you couldn’t even get his name out of your mouth to warn him, you couldn’t do anything but feel the ridiculous ecstasy, bliss, delicious feeling that swallowed you whole. 

You screamed out, the most intense orgasm of your life surrounding you in immeasurable pleasure. Jungkook came soon after, and slowed his pace after riding out your highs together. He collapsed next to you, breathing as ragged as your own. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak for a moment. You glanced over at him, looking like a snack- no, a five course meal- skin shimmering with sweat. He was perfection and you couldn’t believe he was really here, that you’d really just had sex with him. But it had been more than sex, it was hot and sensual and overwhelming and erotic but it was also two souls intertwining, like coming home after being gone for so long. It was like you belonged there with Jungkook, and you were finally where you were meant to be.  

“Jungkook?” You asked breathlessly.

“Hmm?” He looked at you, worn and sleepy. 

“You’re fucking amazing.”  

“Fucked you that good?” he laughed. 

“Gosh yes, but like… all of you. You’re an amazing person. I’m really glad I met you.”  

He gathered you up in his arms, kissing the top of your head and holding you close. 

“I’m glad I met you too, y/n. You’re incredible,” he cooed. 

You didn’t even try to get up for hours, you knew your legs wouldn’t work after the pounding you’d just had, but you didn’t want to move anyway. The only place you wanted to be was wrapped up in Jungkook’ arms, where you were safe and cherished and not afraid of anything. 

#dom jungkook #bts #bts smut #jungkook #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook smut #college au #jeongguk #jeon jeongguk #guk #kook #kookie #jk #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you

[shih-coulda-had-it]

oooh, i just saw there is a platonic prompt option! so i you can, in the dfohiko-verse, toshinori and afo, #1, from the platonic/romantic touches list, pretty please!

i'm that one anon a while back that asked for the toshi-pov continuation

omg dfohiko verse anon, get ready for fluff with red flags. 

1. tiny hands in big hands & 18. squishing the other’s cheek | all for one & all might, dfohiko verse | wc: 926

a/n: Toshinori may be two years old, but he’s also a prodigy, so maybe he could toddle all the way to the grocery store (and get distracted by a butterfly) and buy $50 worth of groceries. Don’t worry. AFO kept him in sight for the whole time (which entirely defeats the purpose of sending your child off to their first errand).

a/n 2: Toshinori calls Sorahiko ‘tou-chan’ and Hisashi ‘papa.’ This is entirely due to AFO’s encouragement, because he’d probably cry if he got referred to as ‘otou-san’ (more distant/respectful and uncute), and he can tease Sorahiko with ‘Tou-chan’ to the end of their days.

//

Hisashi doesn’t remember the time before Quirks. He grew up in the chaotic decades after, and consequently, he and Yoichi missed out on several dozen or so traditions that Japan would eventually revive as it grasped for a return to normalcy. One such is the child’s first errand.

He’s seen the archived episodes of “My First Errand,” and supposedly, even Sorahiko had managed it without suffering any injury (except to his dignity).

But--it’s Toshinori. 

His son is two years old, and he barely comes up to Hisashi’s hip. His white hair is fluffy to the touch, and is growing out two long bangs in the front. (Hisashi asks Sorahiko if this is a Torino trait; if Sorahiko grew out his own hair, would the forelock also lengthen? The answer is inconclusive. Sorahiko vehemently refuses to hypothesize about it.)

Toshinori smiles brightly, and laughs loudly, and there is very little Hisashi wouldn’t do to keep his son’s cheerful nature unmarred.

“He’s got to learn how the world works,” says Sorahiko, unimpressed by Hisashi’s panic over the mere suggestion that they send Toshinori out to the local grocery (the grocery? When they can just have it delivered to their door by trusted professionals?) with no protection detail. 

His husband wants to send their defenseless child onto the streets! With only his little bunny backpack to keep the groceries and food money in!

What if Toshinori gets bullied? What if he trusts the wrong person (even if that wrong person is in Hisashi’s debt)?

What if he trusts the right person, and that person is a hero who’ll succumb to Toshinori’s cuteness and manhandle him into a hug, vandalize his backpack with an autograph, and stalk his path back home?

“I don’t see how that relates at all.”

Sorahiko snorts. “Let me rephrase. If our kid grows up not knowing where the food in the pantry comes from, then we’re not parents. We’re pet owners.”

“Our kid,” Hisashi echoes, and catches Sorahiko in a kiss. It’s a futile attempt to distract Sorahiko from his traditionalist parenting.

//

“Tou-chan says that I’m mature,” says Toshinori proudly, as Hisashi fusses with the bunny backpack’s straps. He slips a tracker under Toshinori’s shirt, smoothes out the fabric so it lays flat and unobtrusive. Then Hisashi catches Toshinori’s hands, gently turning them palmside up, playing up an inspection for dirt.

“Did he? And what did tou-chan tell you to buy?”

“... Leek,” the boy answers, a tad uncertain. “And--and--sauce.”

Hisashi stifles the urge to laugh, choosing to nod at Toshinori’s words. At the encouraging sign, Toshinori gains steam, and recites more food items, like milk, ice cream, cookies, taiyaki, dorayaki, imagawayaki--things, Hisashi thinks with amusement, that would certainly upend Garaki’s Childhood Nutrition Meal Plan.

To save Toshinori from the embarrassment of bringing too many items to the register, Hisashi says, “Your backpack can only hold three things, no?”

Toshinori’s face scrunches into a grimace, then eases into a triumphant smile. He tears his hands from Hisashi’s hold and flings his arms wide. “I can carry more!”

“So ambitious,” he muses. He stands to his full height and opens the door wide. “Well. Good luck, Toshinori. Be safe.”

“Okay, papa,” chirps Toshinori, and practically skips out of the house, down the courtyard, and takes a swift left on the sidewalk, en-route to the grocery store. Hisashi leans against the doorframe and considers the merits of listening to his husband, whose advice is generally logical and grounded in spite of his youth.

There’s a consequence to keeping your loved ones caged. They stop loving you. They grow to resent you, and all your care, and every waking moment is dedicated to thoughts of escape.

He’d like to think he’s learned over the years.

//

Hisashi is lurking outside the storefront. His son entered the venue twenty minutes ago, and while he’s fairly certain that the staffers aren’t connected to any enterprising third-parties who’d like to take a stab at the Lord of Evil’s only son, Hisashi doesn’t like strangers cooing over Toshinori.

He checks the tracker app. Based on the grid location, it seems like Toshinori’s lingering at the produce section. Trying to find leeks? Oh no. What if they’re on the top shelf, and Toshinori’s stubborn bravery has him trying to climb the slippery racks?

He considers texting Sorahiko, but Toshinori emerges from the store before Hisashi reaches breaking point. The child holds a bag in each hand, and he rocks unsteadily trying to balance the burden on his back.

“Papa?”

“Toshinori!” Hisashi greets, cheerful. He slides his phone back into his pocket and crouches, opening his arms in an invitation for a hug. Toshinori, renowned cuddlebug, takes it. Unfortunately, instead of lingering long enough for Hisashi to scoop him up, Toshinori lets go and peers intently at Hisashi’s face.

“I got the gyoza,” he announces.

Gyoza? Where had that been on the list Toshinori recited to him?

Hisashi hums in acknowledgment. His family is a trio of voracious eaters, and he’s not going to be the one trying to curb an appetite. He scans Toshinori for anything suspicious, combing his fingers through soft fluffy white hair, and Toshinori suffers the treatment up to a point.

“Papa,” says Toshinori, “the bags are heavy.”

“Ah,” says Hisashi, holder of many, many strength Quirks. His hands slide down to pat the chubby curve of Toshinori’s cheeks. He can’t help the urge to squish them. Toshinori giggles as he leans away. “Then it’s a good thing I came along to help, no?”

“Yeah! Tou-chan’s gonna be so happy with dinner!”

#bnha #dfohiko verse #afohiko #all for one #all might #gran torino #yagi toshinori #torino sorahiko #shih.txt #asks #anon #behind the scenes notes: #(1) sorahiko is the parent who decided not to chaperone a grieving 18 y/o's trip #to the united states; and gave toshinori the option to make contact or not #during all those decades in japan #you tell me whether or not he'd be the helicopter parent #(2) afo's concept of love has evolved past vaulting and crude methods of persuasion #now he's all for mental dependency and 'responsible' leashing (NOT. IN A SEXY WAY) #(3) hisashi's statement about curbing an appetite is a dig on yoichi's hunger strike

[thenocturnalmushroom]

A Cozy Night - Touyuki - CCS

Tags: Fluff; Domestic; Domestic Fluff; Self-Indulgent; Established Relationship

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It was almost eleven at night and Yukito still having no desire to go to sleep. He was comfortably sitting under his kotatsu, accompanied by a good show on his laptop, a tin of cookies and some delicious hot tea – a perfect combo to a winter night. His plan was to finish watching the said show that same night, even if he had to stay up until dawn; it was a Friday night and he had no class nor job the next morning so he had no worries regarded his bedtime. Besides, the show was worth the loss of some sleep hours.

The silver-haired boy was completely immersed into the story, anxiously nibbling at a sugar cookie and barely noticing how his body was slowly leaning toward the laptop while his almost unblinking eyes refused to go away from the screen. The first real confront of the main character and the true villain was finally happening, and it was intense. Yukito had been waiting for it for the last seven episodes and he didn’t want to miss even the smallest detail; he was sure that everything about that scene would be important later in the story. His focus was completely stolen by the show and everything else was forgotten for some long, long minutes.

And that was why the boy nearly jumped out of his skin when the bell of his house rang, letting the half-eaten cookie slip from between his fingers.

It took him only a second to recover from the startle. He quickly paused the video and retrieved the cookie from the table, throwing it into his mouth, before heading to the front door, still chewing on the sweet. Being a little past eleven now, Yukito could only think about one single person who would come to visit him this late at night - and it made his heart singing inside his chest.

He hurried to open the door, and there was no surprise when he found Touya waiting outside, his hands shoved into the pockets of his heavy coat and a soft smile touching his lips.

“Hey!”, his boyfriend greeted him so casually, as if he wasn’t clearly freezing in that cold night.

“Touya!”, Yukito exclaimed his name for both the pleasure of saying it and as slight scold. He gave a step aside. “Hurry inside or you’ll end up getting sick!”

Touya wasted no time and complied. While Yukito closed and locked the door again, Touya carefully landed his backpack on the floor right before taking off his shoes, placing them besides his boyfriend’s ones.

“What are you doing here?”, the silver-haired boy asked while helping the other to take out his coat, which was slightly wet from the light snow that was falling outside. “I thought your shift at the restaurant would only end around midnight.”

“Things were too slow today, so my boss decided to close earlier.”, Touya casually passed his hands through his damped hair, shaking it softly. He had strongly regraded not having brought with him an umbrella or at least a bonnet.

Yukito quickly run to the cupboard to fetch a towel for him.

“If you have some spare time, you should have gone home and rested. You’ve been working harder than the usual this week.”, he said, handing the towel to Touya. It wasn't like he wasn't happy to see the other boy. Not at all. The week had been so busy that they had barely had time to meet outside the few classes they share together. However, Yukito couldn’t help but worry about Touya and his health; he would gladly sacrifice some of their time together if that meant that Touya was getting a proper time to rest, recovering all the energy he had spent between classes and all his numerous part-time jobs. He knew his boyfriend was strong, but he was still human.

“I think I can rest here pretty well, can’t I?”, Touya put the towel round his neck and gave a step forward to close even more the already short distance between them. Gently, he touched Yukito’s face, a cold hand on a warm skin, giving to both of them a pleasant shiver. Looking unbothered by the coolness of his boyfriend’s hand, Yukito covered it with his own hand, rubbing his cheek against Touya’s palm as if to lend it some warmth in a tender, affectionate gesture. As tender and affectionate as the smile they both wore on his lips. “Besides, I am home.”

Yukito’s eyes widened for a moment, his face feeling suddenly hot; he wasn’t waiting for a response like that. He felt a bubbling sensation being born inside his stomach and rise through his throat, taking the shape of a soft, cheerful giggle. “Tou-ya, you’re such a sappy!”

“Who are you calling sappy?”, Touya frowned, using the hand he was resting on the other boy’s face to pinch his cheek lightly. He looked annoyed, but Yukito knew it was only a facade; he could see all the softness around his boyfriend’s dark eyes, at the tips of his thin lips, almost imperceptibly turned upwards. And it only made him laugh even more.

Seeing Yukito like this made Touya’s frown melted into the fondest of the smiles. The urge of kissing the silver-haired boy he always feels whenever he sees his face – or thinks about him – only intensified at the that moment and Touya decided to just go for it. He leaned forward, now with both of his hand gingerly cupping Yukito’s face, bringing him closer and closer and closer, so ready to taste his lips once again, always so soft and sweet.

But the kiss never came.

“No! No! No! Rest first, kisses second!”, Yukito declared and ,with an unexpected quick movement, he turned his boyfriend around before putting his hand on his back to gently lead him to the living room.

“Yuki, what the…”

“You go rest and I’ll make some sandwiches and pour some tea for us. You can kiss me as much as you want later.”

“Fine.”, Touya agreed in defeat. It wasn’t exactly what he had planned, but it sounded good enough for him.

--

Touya took a place at the kotatsu, finishing drying his hair while listening Yukito in the kitchen preparing their snacks. He thought about offering some help to his boyfriend, but he quickly dismissed the idea; Yukito had insisted so much to him to take a rest that the boy would, for sure, kicked him out of the kitchen in no time. Without much to do, he stared at the laptop over the table, finding a paused image of what looked like an intense fight scene on its screen, and started trying to guess what this show was about.

It didn’t take much time for Touya to start feeling bored. He started darting looks at the open door, as if doing so Yukito would hurry up and come back to keep him company. He had been craving his boyfriend presence during that entire hectic week; they had had so little time to spend together these past days and Touya was eager to compensate for the lost time, for all the hugs and kisses and smiles they wasn’t able to share throughout the week.

A few more minutes had passed and Touya decided that being scolded and kicked out of the kitchen by Yukito would worth it.

However, none of it came to him.

“Ah, Toya! Great timing!”, exclaimed Yukito, his hands holding a tray piled up with half dozen  sandwiches. Resting over the sink top, another tray was waiting to be picked up, this one carrying two mugs and a steaming teapot. The sweet essence of the tea was hanging on the air, hitting Toya’s noise with the fresh smell of peaches and mint. “Can you pick the other tray, please?”

Carrying a tray each, Touya and Yukito came back to the living room and, without any waste of time, they set the table for their almost-midnight snack, sitting shoulder to shoulder under the heat of the kotatsu. Touya asked about the movie on the laptop screen and Yukito gladly talked all about it while they were eating, making sure to avoid any greater spoilers.

“That show sounds pretty cool.”, Touya said, between a bite and another. If he were being honest, he wasn’t sure if the plot of the show actually sounded that great or if it was Yukito’s enthusiasm about it that picked up his interest on it.

“If you want to, we can watch it together! I wouldn’t mind rewatching the previous episodes with you.”, his smile was so warm, so cozy when he made the offer that Touya found himself completely unable to answer anything but yes.

“Sure! Do you wanna start right now?” and the silver-haired boy didn’t need any other word to draw his laptop closer and click back on the very first episode of the series.

Rewatching the show was still pretty fun, but having Touya by his side was the best part of it. And it wasn’t only because now he had someone to share his thoughts about it. Having Touya’s arm around him, involving his body with his warmth, his scent, his strong but gentle presence, filled Yukito’s heart with the coziest of the feelings.

He felt whole. He felt safe.

He felt at home.

The same could be told about Touya. The boy could feel all the tiredness of the week melting away, leaving his shoulders lighter and his chest full of warmness and the sweetest peace. He nestled his boyfriend comfortably into his arms and rested his cheek on the top of his head, breathing slowly, absorbing Yukito’s presence and letting it impregnate his lungs, his heart, his whole being.

It was like magic; something fantastic and hard to describe, but so easy to feel – to get immerse in.

Yukito was his safe place and Touya always does his best to be the same to Yukito.

In their small, quiet world, Touya could finally feel truly relaxed, leaving all the stress and exhaustion from that long, long week behind and embrace the serenity of the moment. He allowed his body to go limp and his eyelids to get heavier and heavier, giving in to a sweet sleepiness state.

“I think we should go sleep.”, Yukito suggested, a hint of laughter in his voice. “We can watch the rest of the show tomorrow.”

Touya yawned. “Good idea.”

The taller boyfriend unwrapped his arms from around the other to stretch his body a bit, letting the silver-haired boy free to lean toward and close his laptop. But, before he could do anything else, such as get up and start cleaning up the table, Touya enlaced his waist once again, keeping him close to himself.

“Hey, don’t think I forgot about the kisses you’ve promised me!”, Touya smiled and cupped Yukito’s face with one of his hands, his thumb tenderly stroking his boyfriend’s cheek.

Yukito’s eyes lighted up like a moon finally appearing from behind a thick layer of clouds; so bright, so beautiful, so powerful against the darkness. Toya nearly lost his breath when he smiled back at him, the same smile that made him fall in love so many years ago. Sweet and vibrant. So sincere and genuine, coming from his core and growing until it blossom into his lips.

Those warm, soft lips that Touya was dying to kiss. So, that was what he did it.

Toya leaned forward and kissed Yukito exactly the way he was waiting for the whole day: slowly and affectionate, enjoying every single second of it. There was no hurry; they had all the time in the world - their private world. They could just allowed themselves to get lost in each other’s touch, to dive in each other’s warmth, in the sweetness of the other’s mouth. To Yukito, Touya’s lips had always tasted like peaches, but, somehow, they tasted especially sweet that night; he wondered if the tea they had had earlier would have something to do with that. Coincidentally, Touya found Yukito’s lips softer than ever, more tempting than ever.

“Satisfied?”, Yukito asked with a soft giggle when their lips parted. Even with their mouths parted, they kept their faces close, forehead to forehead, the tip of their noses softly brushing to the other in a loving gesture, while their bodies followed the example and still tangled in an embrace so tight that one could feel the other’s heart beating fast against their own.

“Not quite. I could have a dozen more of it, but I’m so tired right now that I think I’ll save them for tomorrow.”, as to emphasize his words, Touya closed his eyes and let his head slowly slip until it found the curve of Yukito’s neck, resting there with a content sigh. He could feel his boyfriend’s body shaking in a quiet laughter.

Yukito landed a gentle kiss on the top of Touya’s head, whispering against his dark strands: “They will be waiting for you in the morning.”

Hearing those words, Touya smiled and released the weight of his tired body over Yukito’s. Caught by surprise, the silver-haired boy’s body easily gave in with the sudden extra weight and lay down on his back with his boyfriend on his top, making both boys laugh.

Touya rested his head on Yukito’s chest and hugged his wait, while Yukito wrapped his arms around his shoulder, using one of his hands to stroke Touya’s hair in the most tender way, giving his boyfriend some pleasant goosebumps.

“We should go to bed, you know? Or we’re gonna catch a cold.”, Yukito said, but made no effort to get up or made his boyfriend to do so.

“We’ll be fine. We have the kotatsu and each other to keep ourselves warm the whole night.”, Touya’s voice was heavy with sleep, getting lower and lower with every word he said. Yukito only answer was a soft giggle and another kiss on his head.

They both felt so comfortable, so in peace resting in each other’s arms. They let the pounding of the other’s heart be their lullaby, leading them to a sweet slumber.

“Tou-ya~!”, Yukito called him with what was left of his consciousness.

“Hm?”

“Love you.”

Touya smiled to himself. “I love you, too.”

#Cardcaptor Sakura #CCS #Kinomoto Touya #Tsukishiro Yukito #Touyuki #Touya x Yukito #Fanfic #Fic #AO3