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happilyhertale · 10 months
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i am on my knees currently asking for a tom bennett x plus size!reader fic with smut, angst, and fluff. perhaps reader is insecure about her weight and appearance and some dudes at some get together they’re at are making comments and aren’t being very subtle, like reader overhears them talking about her and her body, so she tries her best to pretend she’s fine. maybe tom fights these dudes and reader tends to his injuries (maybe raw and split knuckles and a split lip, nothing too serious). and she can mention how odd they must look together. “it must be strange to see a man like you with someone like… me.” and she just looks so defeated.
but then the fluff and smut starts because tom won’t have her talking negatively about his best girl. she will mind her manners when speaking about the woman he loves, even if it’s her.
A simple desire – Tom Bennett x female!reader
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Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ NSFW
Author’s note: Hey you (:
The story is based on a wonderful request! Thank you for that request and sorry it took me so long! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:
Word count: 1.8k
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"Ey! If you're walking backwards, can you even see over your sprawl rolls?"
As you continue on your way, determined to protect yourself from their words, the laughter continues to echo through the air. Gradually, an invisible force constricts your throat so that you almost choke. Unwanted tears well up in your eyes and distort the clarity of your gaze.
"When you spread your legs, can you see the hole or do you have to sprinkle flour to find the wet hole?" the next one calls after you.
You briefly look behind you and see the boys laughing. You avert your gaze again. But when you look forward again, you only notice that you are suddenly stopped. Without braking, you have run into someone.
"Oh… I’m sorry!" you stammer as you push away from the chest, but two hands are on your hips.
"Hey... love... just need to ask and you can snuggle up to my chest... but maybe you should know my name first...", you hear him say.
You blush and look into the bluest eyes you've ever seen. He just grins at you.
"I'm Tom," he says, still grinning.
"I... I..." you stammer.
Tom continues to grin at you, but when he notices your tears, his grin disappears.
"Hey... whats wrong?" he asks you suddenly.
"That should have knocked the guy out!" you suddenly hear from behind you. The group's unpleasant laughter continues to fill the air. A feeling of shame overcomes you. Overcome by a pang of embarrassment, you simply walk on without saying anything else to this Tom.
Meanwhile, Tom glances after you, a desire flickering in him to know your name. For somehow there is something fascinating about you. But the loud laughter of the group interrupts his thoughts and takes up all his attention.
With a wave of anger coursing through his veins, Tom strides purposefully towards the small group.
"Ey! Guys! Whats wrong with you?", he shouts angrily.
The guys stop laughing when they hear Tom all of a sudden. They look to him.
"You guys barely have hair on your balls and you make a girl cry?" asks Tom.
"What's it to you?" the one boy hisses.
"Well... I just can't stand it when little boys start making women cry," Tom says.
Tom is now standing right in front of one of the guys, looking down into his eyes. How he wants to smack that grin off his face.
Then the guy takes a swing. But Tom reacts quickly and headbutts the guy at that moment. The guy goes down like a sack of potatoes.
Tom is grabbed by the arms from behind and pulled backwards. But Tom manages to free one arm and knocks his elbow backwards. He only hears a grunt from the guy as his elbow makes contact with the guy's stomach. Tom quickly turns around and gives the guy a hook to the chin. The guy now keeps his buddy company on the floor.
As Tom turns to face the last guy, he gets punched right in the face. Tom stumbles backwards and holds his nose. Blood flows between his fingers. Before Tom can react, the guy pulls him to the ground and punches his face again. Tom groans in pain.
But he manages to intercept the next blow with his hand and twists the guy's arm with the last of his strength. The guy groans painfully and Tom pushes him off him and pushes him onto his back.
"Before anyone gets to sit on me, I want to be allowed to buy a few drinks first!" he hisses. But the man only groans in pain when Tom's fist makes contact with his face.
"Stop making girls cry!" yells Tom, before punching the guy repeatedly in the face.
Tom stands up when the guy stops struggling. He is breathing heavily and his knuckles hurt. He breathes heavily and touches his lip. His fingers are still wet from the blood of his nose, but he tastes copper, his lip must be bleeding.
"Shit," he mutters before turning and walking away.
With a quick step, he walks down the streets.
"Lois is going to be pissed," Tom thinks to himself.
When he enters the pub, there is not much going on yet. He stands in the entrance and sees the band preparing for their performance on stage. Tom looks out for his sister and goes further into the pub.
"Tom! You missed my rehearsal! You wanted to see me with my new partner!" Lois suddenly shouts from behind.
Tom turns around and Lois' eyes go wide.
"Tom! What happened?" says Lois, startled.
"Well... I was busy and had to protect a woman's honour," Tom says with a smile.
Lois shakes her head, but smiles slightly, "You're crazy... Go to the back, there are bandages.," Lois tells him, nudging him slightly towards the back rooms.
Tom smiles and nods. He walks towards the hallway that leads to the back rooms. As he opens the door to one of the rooms, his breath catches in his throat for a moment. You turn around, startled, and see Tom standing there
"Sorry..." mumbles Tom, who only now notices that you are changing. Quickly, you pull down your shirt, which loosely envelops your curves. But you can't take your eyes off his face and see that his lip is bloody and his eyebrow is split open.
"Is everything all right?" you ask him.
He just nods, "I ... the guys, I couldn't let them get away with it, could I?" he says quietly.
"What?" you ask, a little irritated.
"Nothing... I just need some bandages," Tom smiles slightly and walks through to the bathroom. You look after him. You reach for your skirt and slip into it. Tom comes back out of the bathroom with some alcohol and bandages.
He sits down on the sofa and starts to disinfect his bleeding knuckles. He gasps briefly as the pain moves through his knuckles, but he presses his lips together.
You sit down beside him and take his hand in yours.
"You hit those guys?" you ask quietly as you dab at his knuckles.
"Well... someone has to teach them some respect," he says, grinning at you.
You chuckle softly and shake your head.
You take a small cloth and put some alcohol on it. Carefully you dab his eyebrow.
Tom watches your every move and occasionally flinches slightly when you dab his eyebrow. He watches as you concentrate carefully on your work. How you lightly moisten your lips with your tongue. As your eyes suddenly lock onto his, he bends for. He presses his lips to yours and you feel him kiss you gently. You are startled for a moment, but then return the kiss and lower your arm. His soft lips envelope yours and engulf you in a passionate kiss. After a while he breaks the kiss and looks at you, smiling and breathing a little harder.
You bite your lip lightly, your cheeks turning red. Tom finds this sight irresistible.
"You don't have to do this... You probably don't want to be seen with someone like me..." you whisper, looking slightly to the side.
Tom frowns, slightly irritated.
"What, no... stop it," he says, but you still look to the side.
He gently grabs your chin.
"I still decide for myself who I want to be seen with," he whispers as he looks into your soft eyes.
Slowly he bends his head towards you again and envelops your lips with his again. You close your eyes and let his tongues explore your mouth.
You feel his hand move along your thigh and slide under your skirt. You whimper slightly as he gently grips your soft thigh. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. Tom doesn't hesitate for long and puts his hands on your hips. Gently he pulls you onto his lap and you sit astride him. You can't suppress a giggle and notice how he gently bites your lip. Your kiss becomes more passionate and as you begin to move your hips rhythmically, you feel his growing arousal. Again you whimper slightly and kiss him more greedily. His hands are on your thighs again, working their way up. When you suddenly feel his fingers on your folds, you moan softly. You notice how he begins to grin slightly.
"Love... Already that wet?" he murmurs cheekily.
Now you bite his lip gently and he hisses slightly, but kisses you again immediately.
His fingers push your underwear aside and slowly glide through your wet arousal.
"Tom...", you moan softly and push your hips forward to bring his fingers where you need them.
"Oh yea...", Tom says softly.
He gently circles your sensitive pearl before inserting a finger inside you. Again you moan softly. Tom doesn't hesitate for long and inserts another finger into you while you let yourself sink onto his fingers. With each thrust of his fingers, his palm rubs over your clit. To stifle a louder moan, you press your mouth onto his. Tom swallows your moan and lets his fingers slide into you faster.
You whimper again as he bends his fingers a little. With each thrust, he strokes over the spot that gives you the most satisfaction. You grip his shoulders tightly and put your head back a little as you let yourself sink onto his fingers again and again. Your eyes are closed and your lustful sounds fill the room.
"You are so beautiful," he whispers as he admires you.
As you open your eyes and look at Tom, you see him watching closely as his fingers disappear inside you. You hear him grunt softly. A warm feeling in your lower abdomen signals that you are getting closer to your climax.
"Love... come on my fingers...", you hear him murmur.
You can't help but follow his command. You feel the wave of satisfaction wash over you.
Again and again you moan his name as you hear him groan. Your wet walls clench uncontrollably around his fingers.
Your movements slow as you ride out your orgasm on his fingers.
Breathing heavily, you look at him and see him smiling. "Tom..." you say softly.
"Yes, love?" he asks you. But you cannot answer. You watch him pull his fingers out of you and guide them to his mouth. Slowly he licks his fingers clean.
"Tom!" you say as your cheeks blush.
He just chuckles lightly and kisses you.
You let your fingers wander slowly to his trousers to turn to his arousal. But gently he reaches for your hand and stops it in its movement. You look at him a little irritated.
"I'd like to buy you a drink before we go any further," he says cheekily.
You chuckle softly and let your lips slide back onto his.
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liaarxse · 8 months
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how would the tr boys react when their s/o is the funniest person ever? like they could crack anyone up with just saying something and their humor is peak humor?
This is unbelievable...
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Characters: Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida, Keisuke Baji, Shinichiro Sano
Warnings: None, crack if you lack cocaine
A/n: My type of humor frfr. I had a blast writing this HAHAHA
Also, can I add how insane some TR fangirls are? Like, I love my man too, but chill out, he is a fictional character, he doesn't belong to anyone. It's all fun and games until they become toxic
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— Haruki (Pah-chin) Hayashida
If you don't like Pah-chin, leave
It's literally one of my top favorite characters
Anyway
Y'all were out, roaming around the city while Pah Is walking his dog, Pochi
Pochi >>>>
You were just blabbering about all kinds of shit
Toman shit, school shit, hobby shit
Shit shit
When, all of a sudden, a pregnant couple walked out of a store just a few feet away from you
Pah didn't think anything about it, probably didn't even notice them
But you?
OH YOU
You noticed A LOT more
"Y'know..." You started. "There is something about my unholy mind that when I see a guy and a girl walking by and they're a couple, and the girl is pregnant, I'm like... was it good?"
Pah was FLABBERGASTED
You? You were laughing your ass of on the middle of the side walk
Both Pah and Pochi looked at you like-
This bitch good?
"Like, OH YOU'VE BEEN RAW DOGGING IT ALL NIGHT HUH—"
"Y/n–"
"OkAY–"
"Y/n sto–"
"You've been RIDING IT" "MHMMM"
"Y/n–"
"GET THAT DICK–"
Pah elbowed you right in the stomach
And you just continued LAUGHING
Thank God the couple didn't hear you
Sweet potatoes and honey pie
This bitch mental
But you know who else is mental?
This mf in front of you, who out of nowhere starting wheezing
Like?
Are y'all not?
Embarrassed?
APPARENTLY NOT
You just started wheezing and screaming into thin air
Nobody, but you knows why
Like, even the dog is embarrassed
Stupid
Pochi had enough of your shenanigans that when Pah's hold on the leash weakend, Pochi made a RUN FOR IT
Boy just ZOOMED into space
And when I tell you
That dog is fast as a motherfucker
You and Pah? Your asses are dragging on the fucking floor
You couldn't catch Pochi even if you wanted to
Thank GOD Baji appeared from thin air and caught Pochi and you got him back
What?
Y'all seeing ghosts now?
— Keisuke Baji
Samara entered the chat
Somebody call ghost busters
Kidding, kidding
It was like, 2am and Baji was, obviously, sleeping
You?
Sleep is for the weak
So you called your sleeping boy to say something important
"Y/n. It's 2 fucking am—"
"Babe if I was a bee do you know what sound I'd make?"
"...what?"
"I wouldn't make a 'bzzzing' sound, I'd make a 'puhtk, puhtk, puhtk.'
Y/n what the fuck
You mental ass
But you could hear his muffled laughing
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Like. Bzz is boring, ya know? Puhtk-ing is wayyyy better. Like, imagine if I flew over your head. You wouldn't hear bz bz bz, but like, puhtk, puhtk, puhtk. Like a small horse with wings."
"...wh—"
He burst out laughing
Bruh
It ain't even funny
Maybe he was too sleep drunk to comprehend the situation
And you were too drunk to realize what you was saying
"Don't laugh! It's a perfectly reasonable theory that if I were to become a bee, I'd be 'tuguduking' like a horse."
Suddenly the other line went quiet
Like
Dead quiet
...
Wait
Shit
"Baji?"
He suffocated
Great job, Y/n
You ass
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— Shinichiro Sano
Y'all smell that?
Smells like reincarnation to me
Anywhoooooo
You were out with Shinichiro
It was raining but who cares?
Pneumonia?
What's her snapchat?
@Pneu_yomom_nia
SKSKSKSK
You were just talking to Shinichiro when all of a sudden
"What's the feeling of being named after a bone, Shin?"
"Don't say that."
"Why, Shinbony?"
"...SHIN WHAT—"
LMAOAOAOA
Shinbony-kuuuuun 🤪
"Or like, SHINaningans."
"Y/n I swear to GOD."
"Don't, you'll go back again."
"Wha–"
Yo ass went silent
For like
2 minutes
What?
Writer Lia here, it was 2.69 seconds, my mistake
"Shini, shini yay, shini yay, shini yam-"
"Are you fucking joking?"
"SWALLA-LA-LA"
"Stop."
"SWALLA-LA-LA? SWALLA-LA-LA"
Y/n what kind of cocaine did your ass inhale?
And from where
The nose, the mouth, she bellybutton, yo fucking BOOTYHOLE ??
Cuz your ass cannot COMPETE with the shit that is coming out of YO MOUTH
I'm hilarious
I mean, Shin thinks you're hilarious, not me !!!
(Fangirls don't kill me)
Like
You both got home after like, 10 minutes
The bitch dropped the second y'all entered the house
That's because he didn't accept pneumonias snapchat friend request
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atonalginger · 2 months
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It's Snippet Sunday! What a fun day! Thanks for the tag @therealgchu, @silurisanguine (on discord), and everyone else who urged folks to share. I will also urge those who see this and have something they've been working on to consider picking a small peek, just a snippet ;)
Anyway this snippet comes from Reclaiming Home, my DocCoe fic that has been slow to get off the ground after that spicy explosion of a first chapter. ...they needed some rest...lol
TW for discussions of past emotional abuse, attempted kidnapping. Placed under a "read more" cut
“It’s fine, Sam,” Jamie chuckled, “it’s not a secret.”
“Then why is he acting like it is?” Cora motioned at her dad.
“It used to hurt to think about it,” Jamie admitted, “but that was a long time ago.”
“So I am being nosy,” Cora frowned.
“No, you’re curious. Being nosy would be snooping and digging where you didn’t belong even after being told to drop it,” Jamie reached out and smoothed a stray curl back into place, “Fox took me away from Dodgewood when he did to save me from our parent’s plans for me.”
“What were the plans,” Cora leaned in.
“To stop me from being independent. My mom found out I’d been working with the history teacher at the school, filling out college apps and applying for financial aid. Neither of my parents wanted me going to college because, to them, that wasn’t meant for me. They were saving for Jasper’s college and were banking on Fox’s time in the militia to pay for his higher education.”
“But why not? You’re a genius!” Cora exclaimed.
Jamie let out a quiet laugh. She said it didn’t hurt anymore but the truth chewed a raw spot on her heart, “because my success would draw attention and they didn’t want that. They didn’t like people remembering I existed because it meant they had to act like they liked me.”
“But…” Cora stopped herself, absorbing what Jamie had said, “what were they going to do?”
“Dad knew a freight pilot from Hopetown who had a son a few years older than me looking for a wife. Wanted to move to Akila hoping to find better work. So my dad offered the guy a job on the farm and he and mom started working on convincing me he was just perfect for me. They hoped to browbeat me into marrying him, getting rooted in Dodgewood, and continue to be their little maid.”
“Oh, their those people,” Cora said quietly.
Her response made Jamie chuckle a little harder, “Yes they are.” “I don’t get it, it’s the 24rd century, people!” Cora threw up her hands.
“For some traditions and personal believes run deeper than any fact could hope to sway,” Jamie looked up to Sam. He was now standing behind Cora, leaned against a locker watching his girls with that worried look he wore so often nowadays. She looked back to Cora, “but Fox learned about their plans from Jasper, who was so excited to see my dreams crushed he couldn’t keep mom and dad’s secret. Baby brother’s animosity for me is what saved me in the end.”
“He wasn’t worried about you like Fox?” Cora asked.
“No, Jasper hated me with a fiery passion. As soon as they could get away with it my parents dumped all parenting responsibilities onto me. ‘Good practice’ they called it, for when I one day had my own.” Jamie looked over to the desk and took a deep breath, “I didn’t let him do every little impulsive thing his potato brain thought up and so he hated me.”
Cora’s hug caught Jamie off guard, causing her to jump slightly as the girls arms wrapped around her. She turned and hugged Cora back, rocking them back and forth slightly. Into her shoulder Cora asked, “so that why you both changed your names and kept lots of details vague in your writing.”
“Partly,” Jamie nodded and gave Cora one more little squeeze before sitting up, “We hadn’t planned it initially. We hoped some distance and time would give us a chance to prove to them it was the right call. Fox was the golden one, he did no wrong in their eyes, so he hoped he’d be able to convince them. But we learned fairly quickly how wrong we were on that front.
“Family came out of the woodwork to let us know what horrible children we were. Luckily by boss at the Rock was able to get security to keep an eye out for me when Fox and your dad were out of town. But even that started to fail and it’s one of the reasons I abruptly left the city. I couldn't risk my move being discovered by our family too soon.”
“What’s they do?” Sam asked, a heat on his words, his blue eyes burning as he looked down, hiding them from his girls.
“My Univeralist Uncle showed up with the potential suitor asking around for me, introducing the guy to others as my fiancé. People who knew me or your dad knew that was bogus but that didn’t stop the talk and then a few days before I left town they accosted me near the Rock. Deputy Monroe, well deputy at the time, he interceded and I was able to slip into the Rock but I knew I couldn’t stay after that.” A low growl rumbled in Sam’s throat. They’d need to talk about it later, when Cora went to bed. About why she never said anything.
“Seems like a lot of work when they could have just let you go,” Cora said as she sat back down. She held onto Jamie’s hand, seeming to want to keep some tether to her.
“It was embarrassing and reputation meant everything to them.” Jamie said with a tired smile, “Us leaving Dodgewood was the talk of the settlement when it happened. It’s a tiny settlement in the ass end of nowhere, it was all people talked about for a weeks. Speculation over why it happened and talk about how dramatic it looked: Fox had come home for a week of leave, was seen talking to Jasper near the spaceport, stormed home, and within an hour we were spotted loading into the militia transport he landed with and were gone. And we never came back. It was juicier than any shows they could download.”
“But couldn’t they see they were hurting you?” Cora asked.
“They didn’t care about my feelings on the matter, sweetheart,” Jamie said softly, “there are people in this world who only care about themselves. Everything they do is in service of making themselves look good to others. The jobs they take, the friends they make, the families they have, all of has the end goal of making people like them and nothing else. Most people won’t pick up on it because they aren’t personally affected by it, they’ll only see the good deeds, the kind words, the selfless charity.
“But that also means nothing can ever go wrong. Nothing can ever look out of place for them, because if it does it will let people see other cracks in their facade.” Jamie gave Cora’s hand a pat, “they wanted me to come back so they could say, ‘look everyone, we’re still a happy family and everything is fine’. As time went on and I completed my degrees, changed my last name, started making a name for myself in the Starfield, they backed off more and more because those that knew I was their daughter praised them for my success, making them look good. And those that didn’t know my family couldn’t judge them anymore.”
“Ew,” Cora scrunched her nose, “they tried to lock you away and then got to brag about your successes?
“Yup,” Jamie nodded, “and agreed, Ew.”
“Why not put them on blast? Tell everyone exactly what they did? Make sure they can’t steal your successes for themselves?” Cora asked.
“I’ve considered it,” Jamie admitted, “and every time I get close to doing it I remember that it won’t fix any of it. They won’t admit their fault. They won’t apologize. What it would do is let them play victim to those around them. Allow them to ‘woe is me, look at how my own daughter speaks of me after all I did for her’. Far better to allow my absence and silence weigh on them. If anyone asks after me and how I’m doing in my daily life they won’t have anything. And from what I’ve heard from the few people I’ve stayed in touch with from Dodgewood, that burns them the most. Sure, they love the praise of being parents of Doc Melody but when people ask questions…”
“That does sound like a better revenge,” Cora admitted.
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onyourhyuck · 2 years
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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨.| (M) | PT 1.
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synopsis; park areum is a small journalist who gets mistaken for a sex worker one day. she gets kidnapped and then given to lee jeno, an infamous mafia for creating war and havoc.
warnings; lower caps intended!!, this is part 1/20, action, fighting scenes, short love triangle, mafia romance, cursing/mature language, jeno falls in love hard, !jealous mafia jeno, enemies to lovers, smut!!, makeout scenes, gripping, degrading, praising, jeno is a bit of a dick but we been knew. park areum is a bad bitch <3.
(part 2 link here!!!)
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areum strolls side to side with outing a heavy sigh past the cold red lips from the ruthless winter season. the breathe prickles turn into smoke in front of her, most likely because of how cold the weather is tonight.
areum yawns, thinking back to her work. she is just a small journalist at the moment but she is scooping up minor information on the killings that were happening out of thin air.
the young woman leans forward to her black car stopping in front of the shiny reflection. “now where did i put my car keys…” a strain of the handbag unclicking, rummaging inside it searching for the keychain with the picture of her cat on it. what she did not come into realisation with sooner was when suspicious things moving behind her, almost looking like a person was about to sneak up from behind the car reflection. areum was to turn around, but was only to be met with darkness and suffocating smell of raw potatoes inside a bag material fabric.
before she knew it she was forcefully taken inside a car that recklessly moved out of the car parking lot, leaving your car alone. few exchanged jitters were made because the girl in front of the unknown strangers was fighting back constantly, having to strap her down on the car seat until the destination.
a screaming fit was doing everyone’s head-in because the duffle bag was removed the moment she was lifted from the unknown car, and into a long flight of stairs. areum made sure to struggle and sometimes he would hear the guy holding her curse in annoyance. “man, for a sex worker she screams a lot.” areum retorts back in confusion and offence,“excuse me?”
no response given to her, only a creaking door alarming her. areum was now thrown into something soft that sunk her body in, she gathered information that she must be in a room because the softness of the bedsheets smelt of vanilla and wood musk, she squirmed until the duffel bag was taken off the woman by an unknown hand.
eyes were contacted with another pair of eyes with dark gaze. a hand full of veins and old looking cuts caressed the sides of areum legs, thighs and inner thighs soon enough. the closer they came upwards she flinch, breathing out.
“w-who are you? why am i here? do not touch me.” it was all three rushed things that were running in her head, so the sentence got the man with a sharp jawline and silver hair chuckling deep. “you’re here to do your job, obviously. get to work, slut.”
areum took a breathe out, wow okay it looks like she will have to control her anger otherwise she will be paying hospital bills and a lawsuit on herself for punching a man. she reaches out of the bed, not wanting to deal with this ridiculous misunderstanding and technically— kidnapping because you don’t even know them. this is a joke to areum.
but she couldn’t escape the bed as much as she thought she could in her head. the woman was pinned by a wrist and a heavy muscular body on with black blazer and white shirt, three buttons undone, exposing the muscles and few ancient scars he held on him. the pin to the bed with the wrists above the head left you squirming, defending yourself back and protesting with words. he watches you squirm with one eyebrow raised, not many sex workers fight back.
i mean, they are sex workers. most of them allow it and then get killed or blackmailed with money. but why was the woman in front of him fighting back so much?
“you- got the wrong person, i swear! i’m not a prostitute.” areum shouts, the man did not believe her because he was about to strip off the clothes. areum went ahead and kicked the inner thigh back which slipped, also hitting his balls in the process of her leg slipping on the thigh. the man falls on the ground roughly, gasping for oxygen. He swore he saw the light in front of his eyes for a moment, saying he died, because the pain was so bad he might not even be able to reproduce in the future.
areum took the chance to run out of the room only to be met with three handsome body guards, full armed.
“now where do you think you’re going, huh?” one with a duffel bag immediately wrapped it around her head and the other approaching to knock the behind of the skull out cold with a gun.
blackness was seen once again, areum felt the body go numb and cold. at this point, the young woman who just started her journalist dream career, was most likely to die as soon as it started. she was only twenty three. areum was accepting her death fast.
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(part 2 link here!!!)
@onyourhyuck please refer from translating, copy righting and plagiarising my work! reblog, like, comment and follow me for more future content like this and if you enjoy it <3 lmk
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pawsitivevibe · 1 year
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I am so looking forward to being able to feed interesting things again! Like my girls are both on the same limited diet now. I occasionally give them extra stuff, but I can't give them anything with protein, which means no meat, dairy, peanut butter, etc. They get pumpkin, banana, and sweet potato and that's pretty much it. But I'll be able to supplement the puppy's diet with fun stuff! Make him some interesting puzzle toys stuffing. I don't know what kibble the breeder is gonna feed yet, but depending what it is I might switch him to PPP Puppy as the base. Then he'll get toppers, novel proteins, wet food, maybe some raw bones and stuff. Fun fun fun.
I've got to start making snoods for meal times. He'll probably wear one regularly unless he's only having kibble. No dog of mine is going around with wet/gross ears! We're also replacing all the water bowls with spaniel bowls. Possibly with the exception of one that's only accessible to the cat because she may not like sticking her head in the narrow bowl.
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Healthy Trader Joes Shopping List
Healthy Trader Joe’s Shopping List https://ift.tt/bnBCMaO Sharing some of my favorite healthy products from Trader Joe’s! Hi friends! How are ya? I hope you’re having an amazing day! I have some calls this morning, and then am getting a massage… can’t.wait. For today’s post, I wanted to share some of my favorite healthy finds from Trader Joe’s! During the time-that-shall-not-be-named, the Pilot did all of our grocery shopping because he was “out in the world” and the girls and I were at home. We also got a lot of grocery delivery from Whole Foods and Thrive Market. It kind of stuck around for years after that, until I realized that I actually love grocery shopping and had missed it. So now, we alternate, since we both like going to the store in person — you find so many more fun things that way! Trader Joe’s has some amazing things, and here are some of my favorite healthier finds. While I believe that ALL foods should fit into your lifestyle, this is a list of things that have less ingredients and offer more on the nutritional front (with a few of the soul-hugging must-haves in here, too). Here’s the list! Healthy Trader Joe’s Shopping List PRODUCE/COLD: – Organic fruit: we go for berries, bananas, grapes, apples, and anything seasonal and exciting, like cherries, melon, stone fruits, or rambutan – Organic veggies: sweet potatoes, zucchini, celery, carrots, bell peppers, squash – Edamame – Root vegetable hash – Cold-pressed green juice – Mirepoix (makes soups and casseroles SO easy) – Onions, garlic, and ginger – Medjool dates – Organic guacamole – Salsa! We love their pico and their Salsa Especial BEANS, SPICES, PANTRY STAPLES: – ALL organic beans: each week, I get white beans, kidney beans, black beans, and garbanzo beans – Organic chicken broth – Organic jasmine rice – Organic pasta from Italy – ALL the spices! We love their oregano, basil, thyme, rosemary, garlic powder, and Everything But the Bagel seasoning – Canned tuna, sardines, anchovies – Almond butter – Organic peanut butter – Organic raspberry or strawberry preserves – Chocolate chips – Maple syrup – Oatmeal – Canned tomatoes – Olives – Artichokes BARS + SNACKS: – Date and Chocolate bars – Trail mix – Chomps jerky – Organic dried fruit and fruit leather DAIRY + EGGS: – Kerrygold unsalted butter – Almond milk – Full fat organic Greek yogurt – Organic cheese sticks – Raw or aged cheeses; their parm is amazing – Organic pasture-raised eggs (I prefer the Vital Farms eggs from Whole Foods but these work in a pinch) FROZEN + SWEET TREATS: – Hold the cone! Vegan mini ice creams. These are SO good and the perfect size for a sweet bite – Gone Bananas or Gone Berry Crazy ; fruit simply covered in chocolate and frozen! – Organic frozen berries mix; perfect for smoothies – Cauliflower rice; love this for soups, smoothies, and scrambles – Almond flour chocolate chip cookies mix BREAD + TORTILLAS: – Corn tortillas – Sourdough bread for sandwiches – A sweet treat! They often have gluten-free dessert options with fairly simple ingredients MEAT: – We typically get all of our meat from Butcher Box and Whole Foods, but I do like Trader Joe’s organic chicken thighs and organic deli meat I think that’s it! I just wrote that list off the top of my head with things we always buy! Do you have any Trader Joe’s faves? Where do you get most of your groceries? Here’s a list of my Favorite Trader Joe’s products. Have a great day and I’ll see ya soon! xoxo Gina For more healthy meal ideas and recipes, download my free meal plan and recipe pack for busy friends! They’re all quick and healthy meals you can make in a snap. The post Healthy Trader Joe’s Shopping List appeared first on The Fitnessista. via The Fitnessista https://ift.tt/lSzK674 March 05, 2024 at 12:55PM
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nickibun · 1 month
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ed log:
salmon teriyaki w/ rice | ??? cal
shrimp + potatoes | ??? cal
usage + mood:
totally f*kd up today. hardly ate the past few days though. feeling completely torn.
saw my ex tonight to have him help me with
an assignment i’ve had due and got an extension on since i was so busy with fashion week.
ofc he knows about my ed and cooked dinner,
i bought him lunch, we shared a bottle of wine.
i feel so guilty. tomorrow i will do better.
as for my usage, i spent a few days helping my friends (messed up couple) with their issues, obviously drank a ton of vodka, smoked some t with them. took a couple valium to get to sleep. did some mdma on valentine’s day.
daily log:
nyfw this year was really amazing.
i worked two shows (one of which i walked in for the first time), attended four other shows from a multitude of designers.
some of my friends came to my show which was honestly amazing. saw a lot of old colleagues/friends at a show for a company i used to intern for, which felt really special since i hadn’t seen many of them since i first moved to nyc. i shot for a really great alternative brand on monday with another model and crazy talented photographer.
i’m really proud of myself for getting through this month so far, considering all the variables i’ve been dealing with (relapsing on h, the girl i was seeing for a few months breaking things off w me, fights w my ex, my mom being in town and staying with me).
looking back at everything i’ve been doing this month really puts things into perspective; this is why i’m here. this is what i came to do. i moved to new york to pursue my degree in fashion marketing, and im applying what ive learned along with my own creativity and vision into real life.
when i was at my lowest point, waking up in hell everyday 16-19, only caring about h and my shitty ex bf… i look back and think how if that girl knew where she would be at 21 she wouldn’t believe it.
i didn’t think about waking up the next day, looking into the future (even six months wasn’t in my plan) wasn’t in my cards.
i need to realize i’ve come so far. such a long way.
it’s nice to be reminded of where i came from to where i am now, and how much progress i’ve made since getting out of rehab in october of 2022.
i won’t let a slip up define me.
at the same time, i’m utterly terrified to think about where i’ll be next year, or five years down the line.
i never thought i’d make it this far, and the road is long ahead of me.
one day at a time one day at a time one day at a
i try to remember. i’ve changed things. i am ok.
i am better. i’ll do my best everyday. some days are harder than others, but i have grown so much, that is something to be proud of.
i saw my ex for valentine’s day, which i am a bit ashamed to say. now im sleeping at his house. im sitting here justifying this to myself, even after the horrible things he’s said and done to me in the past nine months.
on valentine’s day, he asked me out to dinner. i said yes, then regretted it within the first hour of the date. i drank to the point where i can’t remember going home with him that night.
i called my friends to essentially rescue me. they had made up a perfect excuse to get me to leave. which ended up in me partying with them for the next two days. lol
i need new friends.
middle of our party (it’s a couple), AC had gotten his gf arrested. so fucked. spent the next day locating which jail she was in, figuring out her arraignment time, etc etc. but, since they had shown up for me so many times i knew i had to stick it out. i’m glad i did. i think AC would’ve lost his shit if he was in the apt alone knowing what he’d done.
i go to miami tomorrow for a much needed vacation for a few days. excited to be in my hometown and see my parents.
anyways, here’s some raw photos from the shoot:
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tme anon here with my thoughts on Raw. This is going to be way too many notes despite the fact I've actually cut this down to about 1/3 what I wrote originally. I am so sorry, but...
I fucking loved this movie! I watched it twice back-to-back because reasons. Here are toooo many notes:
walking on the side of the road with an overcast sky is giving me donnie darko vib—the fuck! okay, it’s that kind of movie. good dive though, i give her 8/10 for form.
wait, what. oooh they’re speaking french. my silly ass forgot this is a french film. brb guys.
SUBTITLES—there we go, much better
this is not what it was like when i went to college. i mean, a kid did die from hazing, but still
is this…what having a sibling is like? 
oooh specimen lab. sidebar: i have always wanted to see the Mütter Museum 
Carrie’d.
Don’t scratch. Don’t scraaaatch. BUDDY IMPULSE CONTROL STOP IT.
HORSE! This shot is the tits. The sound, the music, the running. 
Hahaha, I hope you wear the dress over the sweatshirt just like that, babygirl, you look ah-mazing.
Vegetarian options be like mashed potatoes and steamed carrot coins. 
WHY DID YOU GRAB IT WITH YOUR BARE HANDS THOUGH, THERE WERE TONGS.
WHY ARE YOU BITING INTO THE FUCKING MIDDLE OF YOUR FUCKING SHAWARMA?
Oh my god, this is like the clown handkerchief trick but for trichophagia. 
i’m an only child, i really, really, really do not understand this peeing sister scene. 
SISTERS CANNOT POSSIBLY DO THIS. (waxing)
Wow, those are sharp scissors. 
How drunk are you that you’re letting the dog lick your sister’s finger stub. Like, sure, eat her finger, but stop the bleeding and keep the dog away. You two are in vet school, you know about surgery and infections and shit. What is this.
She is eating the finger like how Tom Hanks eats the baby corn in Big. HAHAHAHA
I am that old guy with dentures! I laughed so fucking hard at this, I would be exactly this man in the film. 
I have yet to watch Cronenberg’s Crash (1996), but this is just screaming Crash at me right now.
I know this isn’t the focus of this soccer scene, but it cracks me up when men rub their faces together to express aggression. 
This is some very Tina Belcher-quality dancing in front of this mirror.  
Trainspotting vibes. Pretty soon the baby from Yellowjackets is gonna crawl across her ceiling. That’s how this works, right?
Is your sister hitting you with a sock full of coins? Of all the things in this movie, the sound and screaming here is the one making me flinch. 
She blue herself. 
THERE IS A whole ass chunk missing outta his lip. That is beautiful. 
I can see a lot of this in TME, I feel like I’ve been let in on a bunch of little inside jokes, love it.
Hahaha, having sex with her is like trying to catch a fucking snake before it strikes. 
Oooooh, man. That bite, though. Oooof.
The shot at the party that tracks through the kissing couple up to her deliriously horny face sitting against the wall? Amazing. 
How much cadaver did you eat, bro?
BoyfIghts: Sisters edition. (how many AD jokes can I maaaake)
You should probably have locked that door.
(3 minutes later) Yep, shoulda locked it.
I love that you can see blood on the sheets right by her head before she figures it out.
Chekhov’s ski pole. 
Reflection mirroring with the mother YASSSSS
Love wins.
<3<3<3
GOES CRAZY INSANE BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK
the horse shot!!! yes!!!
I KNOW SHE JUST PUTS THAT GREASY ASS BURGER IN HER POCKET LIKE GIRL THERE ARE TONGS RIGHT THERE
i am also an only child and was like??? is this normal?? and my femme who has sisters says it is NOT!!! i need to convince people who have siblings to watch it
i also have yet to see crash 1996 i saw an edit of it to a NIN song and was like uh oh i can feel a crash 1996 and titane double feature approaching
i love the AD references i love AD
chekov's ski pole
the end the end the end the end WAWAWA
IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT it changes my brain chemistry im sure of it
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perpetual-fool · 11 months
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I have some time alone, my real birthday present.
I can almost hit C2 today, though now I know I shouldn't push it. I should stay within the bounds of what feels comfortable and it'll fill out on its own, seemingly. My head voice still isn't working right. I have no idea how long recovery takes. Is it like it's just stiff and I should warm-up to stretch it? or is it not healed yet and that would cause more harm? (*it clearly needs more rest)
My mother took her ocarina with her out of town, needed refreshing on how to use the tuner. Breath control is pretty hard, actually. With ocarina if you blow harder or softer it changes the pitch, which allows you to be more expressive, but makes tuning more of a pain in the ass. Would you call that intonation? I have no training with wind instruments. The people who demonstrate/sell ocarinas really aren't very good at it. And the instrument doesn't do you any favors. The amount of pressure I need isn't remotely consistent. I presume that's a side-effect of them being ceramic. (Maybe the plastic ones are better?) Even if it's perfect when it's raw(?) it's going to deform when it's fired. Like, I have an alto that's supposed to be in C, but actually it's more like B half-flat. If I blow really hard I can push it up to C, but I'd probably hyperventilate if I tried playing like that.
Tangent, wind instruments are probably good for singing. Like, I've seen vocal exercises where people blow as hard as they can into a straw or something. You'd just need resistance, right? I'm really only speculating there's a connection here; I do have a cousin that's an opera singer, but his main thing has been saxophone. He might have a degree in it. With it? I dunno how that works, music degrees don't make much sense to me.
And, I am some kind of way. Part of it is being able to relax, being alone. I'm crying over this thing (https://youtu.be/d1MwAvuiyVA). Is there something wrong with me? I have no idea how to process this.
Unrelated, what is the connotation of gendering inanimate objects? Like, what is the difference in meaning between something like "That potato is one big boy" vs "that potato is one big girl"? I heard someone refer to their viola as 'girl' and it threw me off for some reason. I guess I feel like 'boy' denotes something which serves some purpose, whereas 'girl' denotes something that needs to be cared for and protected. Which is sexist bullshit, I think. Boys need love and protection too. And a person's worth is not determined by whether they're useful. Even in a utilitarian sense, maybe a literal object is defined by what it can do. Like if your pen stops writing it becomes worthless. But people grow. The more support they have the more they can do.
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Omg I love the idea of cooking breakfast with the sun like that! Can you tell me what you did? How'd it come out?
I am so sorry to report that I cooked that breakfast in the oven and simply ate it outside 😭 however I’ve done more solar/outdoor cooking than the average american!! So I can give you a few leads haha. Building a DIY solar oven is something I did a few times as a teenager bc my Girl Scout troop was a really good one!! You can make a basic (read: maybe not so efficient) one out of tinfoil and a box etc. And as for outdoor cooking a coal fire and a cast iron Dutch oven allows you to have wayyyy more temperature control over what you’re cooking by adding/removing coals from the top. I also highly recommend if you’re cooking with fire to look up a three-stone cooking fire, this technique allows the pot to remain stable, unlike just throwing it on a wood fire, where the logs will shift as they are consumed by flame. Don’t give into the temptation to use bricks you find lying around though as they might have cracks/air pockets/etc that can burst and injure you with projectiles. Same goes for rocks though honestly so don’t pick like fragile ones I guess. But as far as breakfasts go you can just make a regular campfire and roast sausages on it, or you can get canned biscuits/croissants and wrap the raw dough around a stick!!! I’ve gotten really fancy (lol) and added chocolate, berries, bacon, etc. and you can cook things on a metal grate over a regular fire or chiminea as well, take a look on your local Facebook buy nothing group every once in a while and you may get lucky. Me and my friends used to try to see how impressive of a meal we could do in a cast iron over a fire. It’s so fun and your ask is making me realize I should do some more :-) and now that it’s nice out maybe I can invite some people over for a bring your own roasting shit party ? Anyways I’ve done a lot of outdoor cooking and actually I used to teach adaptable campfire cooking for ppl with a wide range of physical abilities as part of a job I had so if u have any questions or just want to share ideas or whatever hit me up haha
As for the sweet potatoes I just tossed them in berbere and olive oil and Goya’s adobo all-purpose w/ coriander and annato (the one w/ the pale orange lid haha) but you might have to go to a Latino grocery to find that one. Roasted them at like idk 375° because I like them low and slow so they’re soft rather than crispy sometimes. And then in the last 3-5 min I cracked eggs straight onto the pan BUT I forgot to dust them with herbs like I normally do to make them all beautiful like
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Hetalia: Axis Powers Episode #32: With Grandpa Rome Transcript
This episode has Rome visiting Italy and Germany at night.
{Caption: Grind, grind, grind, grind…}
Germany [narrating]: One night…
Dream France: Ohhonhonhonhonohonhon!
Germany [narrating]: …I wasn’t sleeping so well.
(Germany: Ghh…with this Frenchie!)
Germany [narrating]: Then…I woke to this weirdo!
(Germany: Euheuh!)
Germany: Auh!
Rome: What? You’re kidding me, this can’t be Italy’s ally. Get out!
Germany: Who the hell do you think you are?!
Rome: Oh, please! What kind of ignorant fool does not recognize this greatness when they see it? My sculpture-like beauty should give it away! Wait, check this side! I’m Sir Roman Empire, supreme ruler of all! Aah!
Germany: Get out! Imposter! What are you up to?! I know The Roman Empire, and you, sir, are no Roman Empire!
Rome: I am too him!
Germany: Silence! Just shut up and answer my question! Who are you?!
{Caption: Potatoes (raw)}
Rome: Nice! I’m so hungry! Nom…I am Roman Empire.
Germany: With that kind of attitude, my only option is to shoot you in the head!
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Rome: Hetalia!
{Caption: Hetalia}
Germany: Huah!
Rome: Calm down, my friend! Now, don’t you remember? My pretty voice?
Germany: Nuh! Ahuh! That was you?!
Rome: Sí!
(Sí!: Yes! → Italian)
Germany: What the hell are you here for?!
Rome: Oh! I forgot!
Italy: Ve…
Rome: I came to see my little Italy pumpkin.
Germany: Wait a minute! How the holy Führer did he get into my bed?!
Rome: My little grandson…so cute!
Germany: Auh…this is a dream! It’s just a dream!
(Italy: Ve…)
(Rome: Hehehehehehe!)
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Germany: Hetalia!
{Caption: Hetalia}
Rome: So tell me, what kind of a man does not have a woman in bed with him every night?
Germany: Achtung.
(Achtung: Attention → German)
Rome: When I was your age, I had a plethora of lovely ladies around me! Oh, are you not into girls?
Germany: I will punch you in the throat!
Rome: Come on now, don’t be so sensitive! No one here’s judging you! There’s nothing wrong with playing for another team! And everyone likes to experiment a little, except me, of course.
Germany: You sound just like France.
Rome: Well, there’s always a little bit of the self love, is there not?
(Female voice: Ah!)
{Caption: Sumptuous Feast}
Germany: NO WAY!
Rome: Auh! You masturbate! Everyone takes care of the business now and again! The masturbation is natural!
Germany: That’s disgusting!
Rome: Augh!
Germany: Drrrgh…
Rome: You must be a saint!
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Rome: Hetalia!
{Caption: Hetalia}
Rome: This old man shall now teach you a lesson!
{Text on blackboard: Lesson on Rome by Grandpa}
Germany: This douchebag is getting old quick.
Rome: Now, you know what this is, right? Rome, inside of Italy, where my heart lies!
{Text on blackboard: 6th Century BC, My birth!!}
{Text on blackboard #2: 272 BC, Italy unified!!}
{Text on blackboard #3: Rome}
Rome: Can you believe I was ever that small? First, Carthage fell, and then others died. Good times! Ah, memories! I just ate, had sex, fought, had sex, and slept every day!
Germany: Hm. In the year 753 BC, Rome is said to have been founded by Romulus and Remus, who were raised by a wolf.
Rome: Oh!
Germany: Then, around 509 BC, you banished the king and made the country a republic. Afterwards, you won land utilizing law and military power. Italy was unified in 272 BC. Only then did you extend your power throughout the Mediterranean Sea. Then you defeated Carthage.
Rome: No way! You’re right! Get out of here; you’re a fan, aren’t you? You’re my fan!
Germany: No, I’m not, I just have respect for you---
Rome: Of course! Respect away, then! Have as much respect for me as you want! I’m so moved! You have touched an old man, my friend!
(Germany: Ah! I…uh! I’m really not…please don’t…this is awkward…)
Italy: Ve…
{Caption: Can anything wake this guy up?}
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Germany: Hetalia!
{Caption: Hetalia}
Rome: All right! Time for me to head home!
Germany: Hold on a second!
Rome: Oh?
Germany: Auh…it’s just…I mean…if you really are The Roman Empire…then I have a question.
Rome: Huh?
Germany: You left…why’d you disappear? You once possessed such impressive power…so what happened? Where did you go when you left? Where is home now?
Rome: Mm…those questions are tough.
Germany: Hm…
Rome: I was an idiot…but I did not know it. It’s funny…I thought my wealth and power would last…but then one day I woke up and I realized I was just history! Eh, nothing lasts forever! Haha, so…uh…yeahhh.
Germany: Auh!
Rome: Then, you know, that thing…and then that thing, and…I…don’t remember!
Germany: Auh…euhh…
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Italy: Good morning! I dreamt about Grandpa Rome last night! Oh?
{Caption: Zzzzzzzz}
Italy: I did it! I woke up earlier than Germany this morning!
Japan: Wonderful! I will make sweet red bean rice to celebrate.
Italy: I can’t believe it! This is amazing! I’ve never woken up before Germany before!
Rome: He’s getting big…God owed me this one. I’m glad I got to see him.
(Italy: Hey, instead of beans, could you make some kind of pasta for celebrating instead? And some kind of pizza!)
{Caption: Next time…}
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inhumanelyhuman5 · 2 years
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My finger won't stop tremoring but that is normal after doing food prep or cutting things up, I might adjust the recipe next time and add potato and stuff too so I can use less of the other stuff so it's a tiny bit cheaper, and the celery is great but costs a bit much so I may use something else I'm not sure what yet... And I'll add seasonings for real instead of worrying I'll fuck it up. It's so fucking good and cheesy and I love it, I'll also do way more carrots next time not just the four and I'll cut more up not all grated, and I need a bigger pot to make the stupid roux in because I ran out of space to add milk or double cream after the 4 or so cups of milk I added. Other than that I am amazing I have around 6L of soup, and I'll add hot sauce later and have heaps but for now it's a bit bland but good because it's veggies and I love broccoli and carrot and celery and that's... All the veggies. Oh and spinach and also the leaves from the celery not many but enough to make it better. Next time I'll do one with cheap meat so that the girls get meat scraps even though I'm the worst and will insists on cooking it for them. Raw meat isn't great I don't trust it and they prefer cooked meat anyway! Pip wants my soup too so maybe I can make them cat friendly soup at some point since she keeps eating flour... So like bread with soup even so they can be assholes. If I find my blender bottles it'll be perfect since they love veggies I can do a veggie soup and they'll get to feel like big kids allowed to eat the people food just like mama! I love soup and I love the rain and I love having money for once and I hate that there's no bread at Aldi but bread and soup will save me so much money now and I love new clothes and I hate that I've gained weight eating chocolate at the rate I have been and I love that soup is better anyway so I may lose the snacking weight and feel better again not so sluggish and I love my awful cats and all those posts are right I really DO just need soup to feel better soup is the answer I'm forming a soup based religion or something I don't know but soup is taking over my mind and I'm not even eating it that fast cos its so cheesy I just love soup anyway and next I'm gonna do one of those sorta Russian ones that are all based on pickle brine I think and if I drag mum around to take me places with cheap cuts of meat I can start doing most of the other soups I've seen but if I make meat soups and binge them I'll be spending too much still so vegetarian soups are it for now not counting the chicken stock but yeah! Cheap soup and toast and juice and energy drinks and nicotine vapes and too many cats and almost hitting level 200 in fortnite for the season so maybe I can patch shit up with idiot once his mood settles a little bit cos I did snap at him and he's already got issues but now bam more in common lol and even if I can't sort shit with us I have soup and cats and fortnite and my mum isnt working so we hang out sometimes and lichrally I do not need him I just like him but I think I like soup more it's so good and UGH ya know? Gonna buy 15 more stock pots and just. 5 new fridges. And live off one million soups a day!
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Sanji x Male Reader — Amateur Chef
2111 Words • CW dealing with repressed bisexuality
When Luffy heard your self proclaimed cooking skills in the town market to a friend, he immediately invited you on to the ship, even without trying your food. A bigger crew needs more cooks, was his reasoning for Sanji. Sanji wasn't exactly happy about the new addition to his kitchen, possessive about his things and how the kitchen was maintained. And he was sure that you wouldn't take the same care as he did. At least you had your own set of knives, he thought with a sigh.
The first night cooking together proved to be...a challenge. He was paying you no mind, working in his own entrees for the crew, but the haphazard slap of the kitchen knife against the chopping board, well he could only stand it for so long before his temper got the better of him.
“What the fuck are you doing over there, amateur?” He seethed, turning to face you.
You sheepishly set down your knife on the counter, stepping back to show Sanji the vegetables you were cutting. His heart skipped a beat, seeing your rough cut shapes and uneven chops.
“What are you doing to that poor food!” Worded like a question, but spat at you like an insult. He approached you cutting board, staring down at the mangled shapes of potato, carrot and celery, hand frustratingly pulling through his hair.
“Well I'm just making soup..” You started, you were a bit offended but the chef in front of you was too intimating to talk back to. You'd heard enough stories about Black Leg Sanji to know when to keep your mouth shut.
“So you decided to torture your poor ingredients?” He reached for his own knife, wiping it clean with a cloth before trying to salvage the vegetables. You watched in awe as he saved first the potatoes, then the celery. He looked at you before touching the chunks of carrot on the board.
“You taking notes, amateur?” He said. His voice was softer now though his tone was still harsh. He raised the visible eyebrow, “Come over here and learn how it's done.”
He waved you over to stand in front of him, placing his hand over yours on your knife, he guided your left hand into place, showing you the gentle fist to protect your fingers without losing grip on the vegetables. He started slow, chopping motions in cool even bursts, slicing the chunks of carrot into perfectly measured cubes. You tried to pay attention but the beating of your heart in your throat, his warm hand over yours, and his firm chest placed against your back was all that your mind could focus on.
When the carrot was taken care of he let go of your hand, leaving you feeling you were missing something. You watched him cross the kitchen again, standing again in front of his own prep, you watched him skillfully pull the bones from a huge fish in one movement, running his hand over it to make sure it was all removed, looking for even the smallest of bones.
You hadn't heard about how gentle he was. How careful in the kitchen with perfect mannerisms. He looked at you, and you realized how obviously caught up in watching him you were, jumping to peel the garlic in front of you for your soup. He laughed, turning back to his prep, beginning to make a marinade with fresh lemons and cracked pepper for the fish.
“You're not a chef are you?” He said, looking at you briefly as he squeezed the lemons of their juice.
“No not at all,” you said sheepishly, ”I know a few recipes but when a wanted pirate grabs you and tells you you're going to be a chef on his crew you listen, you know? It's not like I was in a position to refuse..”
He sighed, knowing exactly how enthusiastic Luffy could be when he set his mind on something. “Don't worry, you can be my sous chef. I'll teach you what you need to know. We'll start with more knife practice for breakfast tomorrow, I hope you're okay getting up early.”
You thought briefly of how much you were not a morning person, though this was not the time to mention that. You nodded, “Thanks for helping me. You're a kind man.”
Sanji's face flushed at the genuine compliment, turning around quickly as if there was a pressing matter in the fridge to attend to. “N-nonsense it's just the right thing to do.” He stammered, head buried in the fridge, looking desperately for an ingredient to pull out that would make sense.
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He kicked your hammock in the men's cabin, foot still perched on your side as you swayed back and forth, trying to regain your senses, shaken from a dream about your new crewmates, the one in front of you in particular.
“I thought you could be up early,” he laughed.
The room was still full of the snoring of the other men, the only light from the lantern in Sanji’s hand, casting golden light across him. He was already dressed in his slacks and dress shirt, looking primed for the day. You were sure that you looked the absolute opposite, feeling the drool caked to your cheek and knowing your hair was probably a wreck.
“Uh, about that,” you chuckled, climbing out of the hammock and hopping to the floor of the cabin. “I may not be as much of a morning person as I said.”
“I figured as much when you didn't wake up the first few times I kicked you.” He said, “Though I bothered you enough for you to say my name in your sleep.”
You turned from him, hiding your face by searching for a clean set of clothes, forcing an awkward laugh, “Oh yeah I must have subconsciously known you were trying to wake me.”
“Well hurry up, these idiots won't be asleep forever, and you do not want to see Luffy without his breakfast.” He left the room for you to get dressed, and you trudged to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
When you met him in the kitchen, he had a multitude of fruits set up at your station. You could smell bacon in the oven already, and he was whipping a large bowl of eggs for what you could only imagine was the biggest omelette of all time.
“Took you long enough.” He said, though he had a smirk on his face, his harsh attitude from yesterday softened.
“Am I chopping these?” You said, lifting your knife to slice the strawberries laid out on the board.
“Ah ah wait. Hold on I'm almost done.” He said, setting down the bowl of whipped eggs on the counter. He approached you, watching over your shoulder. “Do you remember the lesson from yesterday?”
You nodded, ”I think so.” you put your hand in the position he showed you, holding the knife how it felt under his guiding hand, breathed in and started slicing the strawberries.
The difference in your cuts from yesterday to this morning was leagues away. He adjusted your elbow, his firm gentle touch making your heart flutter, and just the adjustment of your arm made your slices neater. “Breathe,” he said, his own breath hot in your ear and making you catch your breath instead. You struggled to retain your breathing, but your cuts were messier now. He took your hand again, your heart beating through your chest. “You're making this so much harder than it is, watch. Breath with me.”
You times your breathing to match his, his firm chest pressed into you, his hand over yours. You felt your chests rise in succession together, making you feel as one. His hand held yours in place, but you were doing the work.
“Exactly like that,” he praised, you felt like you could melt right then and there. “You're doing great.”
He let go of you, stepping back to the stove top to heat a huge skillet for his omelette. “You've got it from here I presume.” You watched him for a moment, testing the temperature of the pan before adding his eggs and watching them diligently. “Most of breakfast is ready, so just get the fruit cut and plated and then we can wake up the crew.”
You nodded, “Thanks again, Sanji.” You said, continuing to chop the fruit in front of you, plating it up on the large platter he had set out.
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The next few weekswent the same, Sanji waking you in the morning. Him teaching you new techniques to use in the kitchen. Making three meals a day together, not including if someone wanted a snack, getting closer and closer until you couldn't bear it. Your feelings for the man were definitely growing, you had a sneaking suspicion that he had similar feelings for you, but the constant doting of the girls on the crew made you doubt yourself, fearing that he wasn't into men the way you were.
You had already made fresh baked bread together that morning, as you watched his hands knead the dough tauntingly slow, his strong hands rolling it out and beating it down, his sleeves rolled up you could see the flexing of every muscle in his forearms.
You were cracking about two dozen eggs into a large skillet to fry, trying not to think about how close he was to you, chopping chives to put on top of your fried eggs.
“Sanji,” you said, rinsing your hands of the raw eggs in the sink.
He didn't look up from his work, now slicing pieces of smoked salmon, “Eh?” He said.
“I think I might have a problem,” you said, trying desperately not to look at the blond sharing the kitchen with you. He set down his knife, immediately checking your eggs over, the stove temperature, any kitchen error he could think of before looking you incredulously in the face. “It's not my food.” He looked more relieved than you expected and you laughed.
“What is it then?” He said, curly brow peaked with curiosity.
“I think I fell for one of my crewmates since I've been on the ship.” You flipped your eggs carefully, trying not to break your yolks.
“Oh? Nami? Robin?” He said, going back to work at his salmon. He wasn't jealous, per say, it's not like he really expect to feel this way about you. Plus the girls were gorgeous in every way, how could a red blooded man not fall for them. He still didn't know how to accept his feelings for you, forcing down any hint of bisexuality that he ever felt, blocking out those feelings, usually with anger.
“Uh no,” you said, turning off the heat on the stove and letting the residual heat finish your eggs as you seasoned them with salt and pepper. Beginning to set up the crews plates with thick slices of your fresh bread, two eggs each (four for Luffy and Zoro), sprinkling the chives on top, and passing the plates to Sanji to top with smoked salmon and hollandaise sauce.
After a moment of silence so thick you could slice it with the kitchen knife next to you, you continued, “Sanji, it's you.”
He almost dropped the plate he was holding, and you both moved quickly in reaction, hands one on top of the other under the plate. “What,” he said, worded like a question but tone flat in disbelief.
“Just, spending all this time with you has meant so much to me,” you withdrew your hand, looking away from him to hide the tinge of crimson on your cheeks. “Having you close to me, your guiding hands. Your strength. I can't help it.” He was still frozen in place, thoughts racing. “Just don't worry. Never mind, forget I said anything!” You said, plating the last of your half of the plates.
“Wait,” he said, as you were leaving the galley to wake the crew, “I think I fell for you too.” You stopped in the doorway, turning back to face him, but his back was to you. “I grew up not allowed to be who I wanted and even though I can now it's still hard to accept who I am. But I want to learn and be better. I want to be with you.”
“Do you mean that?” You said, letting the door swing back closed.
“Yeah,” he laughed, he turned to you smiling with tears in the corners of his eye. “Yeah I definitely mean it.” He wiped his eye, “Come on then, let's go wake up the ravenous beasts.”
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makeste · 3 years
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BnHA Chapter 305: Worst Intervention Ever
Previously on BnHA: Shinomori, whose name took me an entire week to memorize, was all, “nice to meet you Deku, I’m ten feet tall, do you want to know how I died?” and without waiting for an answer explained that he kicked it from old age at forty thanks to good ol’ OFA. Deku was all “wait a minute, then how come All Might, who’s fifty-five and is definitely dyeing his gray hair, is still alive?” First and Shino were all, “we really have no fucking clue but we think it’s cuz he’s quirkless, JUST LIKE YOU!” So basically, since quirkless people don’t exactly grow on trees these days, Deku is probably going to be the last user of OFA. The chapter ended with Nana being all, “psst, Deku, about my grandson. Uh, can you kill him?” which is sure to lead to a very interesting conversation this week.
Today on BnHA: Nana And The Gang are all “so, Deku, how can we put this delicately. The thing is, we’re pretty sure that AFO really fucked my grandson up, so on the off chance you can’t save him, how would you feel about, you know... [throat slitting gesture].” Deku is all “idk you guys, I kinda feel like he’s really just a traumatized child at heart and he’s in a lot of pain and stuff and so I should try to help him.” The Vestiges are all “BUT WHAT IF YOU CAN’T” and Deku is all “BUT I WANT TO TRY, DAMMIT” and the Vestiges are all “well when you put it that way, we, uh, were just testing you, so congrats, you passed!” The chapter ends with First being all, “ANYWAY SO WHY DON’T YOU TWO SHY BOYS STANDING OVER THERE IN THE SHADOWS COME SAY HELLO” before we CUT AWAY FOR ANOTHER WEEK, goddammit.
seriously, Nana
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just... have you met Deku?? look, if you really want Tomura dead, just sic him on the U.A. first years and tell Shouto and Honenuki that it’s a training exercise
oh my god lmao
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we’re too far away to see Nana’s face here so I will just assume that she turned and is staring DIRECTLY INTO THE CAMERA for this one line lmao. “I just wanted to clarify in case anyone felt inclined to take my dialogue out of context and spend an entire week complaining about it”
oh my god?! are you all purposely trying to make me sad??
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someone stop me before I launch into an impromptu rant about all my Tomura feels. WHY IS NOBODY STOPPING ME. oh my god but yes, exactly. he’s just in pain all the time. this is exactly why I think Tomura has such high redemption potential even though so far he seems to lack so many of the redemption arc essentials such as feeling remorse, wanting to change, and taking responsibility for his actions. the reason why I’m willing to overlook all that in his case is because Tomura has essentially had zero agency his entire life. AFO molded him into a killer by making sure he was in constant mental agony, and making it so that the only thing that even slightly relieved that agony was killing peeps. like, please don’t think I’m making excuses for him or anything, but if you take a child and manipulate their existence to make it virtually impossible for that child to grow up as anything other than a killer, and basically never give him the chance to be anything else, then no shit he’s gonna be a killer?? he’s basically never had the choice not to be. it’s never been an option for him. anyways I feel like I am EXPLAINING MYSELF SO BADLY but nonetheless I am prepared to die on this hill
anyway so now Nana is all “that’s a rhetorical question btw because Our Hearts And Minds Are One so we can feel everything you feel bro.” so yeah, that’s interesting
now Banjou is getting started on the “let’s try and talk Deku out of wanting to save Tomura because it’s insane” part of their OFA Mystical Space Void Reunion agenda
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look, Banjou, I feel you, I really do. you guys don’t think it’s realistic that Deku can defeat Tomura without killing him. so if it’s a choice between killing Tomura vs letting Deku and everyone else in the entire world die, then duh, you think Deku should kill him. I get it! and if this were a real life mass murderer I’d totally agree with you. but the problem is that this isn’t real life, this is a sympathetic shounen villain with a tragic past who might as well have FUTURE REDEMPTION ARC RECEIPIENT stamped on his forehead at this point
so First is all “look, there’s absolutely no doubt my brother has fucked this kid up good and proper by now”, which, again, fair
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though, that’s kind of exactly my point though. everything that Tomura is, everything he’s done, he’s done because of AFO. AFO has so effectively shaped his personality and his worldview by this point that it’s all but impossible to penetrate that. he’s AFO’s puppet. but the problem is that rather than treating him like a victim, you all are treating him like a casualty. like he’s already a lost cause. but good luck trying to convince Deku of that
WHOA WHAT, RANDOM SUPER-IMPORTANT AND BIZARRELY UNRELATED EXPOSITION DROPPED IN JUST LIKE THAT??
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way to still not reveal Sixth’s name, btw. THE PEOPLE WANT TO KNOW, DAMMIT. but also so this confirms something we basically already knew already, which is that not even AFO can steal OFA. it literally can’t be taken away by anyone unless the owner wills it. SO SUCK ON THAT AFO YOU EGG
(ETA: so I have no idea why this was omitted from this translation, but apparently the Sixth’s name was revealed as “En”, which is obviously not his full name but at least it’s something. also he most likely has a fire or smoke-related quirk based on the kanji used, 煙.)
so Banjou is saying that Deku’s “lack of an iron will” could be a disadvantage against AFO. hahaha what?? Midoriya “I’ll break all of my bones without blinking an eye just to protect someone” Izuku lacks an iron will? do tell
he says this is going to be a test of Deku’s determination. well yeah, no shit. but just not in the way you guys think
OH HELLO AGAIN
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darker hair again here! but I don’t trust the contrast in these scans at all after last week. his coveralls are way darker than they looked before too, and you can clearly see he’s standing in the shadows now
(ETA: yep, once again the raw shows that his hair is considerably lighter than what’s shown in these scans here. although there’s no mistaking now that his hair is consistently being colored in this slightly darker shade, and it’s not just the lighting.)
anyways lol First was saying something about how AFO can’t steal OFA, and they’ve spent all this time cultivating it as the ultimate weapon against AFO, and blah blah blah. go on then, keep lecturing
NANA GODDAMMIT NONE OF THIS IS YOUR FAULT
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girl what?? you did everything in your power to protect your family, and AFO, fucked up man that he is, targeted them anyway. there is one person and one person only to blame for what’s happened to Tomura, and that potato-faced asshole needs a good kick in the balls
NANA GODDAMMIT DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE
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SO HELP ME GOD!! I WILL GIVE YOU THE BIGGEST HUG YOU’VE EVER HAD!! THAT IS A THREAT
so now Nana is all “I’m just going to call my grandson a Thing to ensure that fandom has only the freshest, grass-fed no-hormones-added discourse this week”
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I don’t even need to drop into the tags to know exactly which specific people are going to respond to this, and what kind of posts they are going to write lmao. everyone’s all caught up in the “that thing”, and meanwhile I’m over here completely hung up on this “nay” that’s appeared out of NOWHERE you guys. look at that. she really said “NAY”
Nana, my love, my dearest, I feel you girl I really do. but he’s not an unforgivable manifestation of pure evil, Deku is exactly right actually, he’s a boy in pain. you guys need to stop questioning Deku’s shounen protagonist instincts here and just let him work his sparkly magic. “let’s try and convince Midoriya Fucking Izuku that he can’t save someone” is a plan that is NEVER going to turn out well you guys
“DEKU GODDAMMIT WHAT IF WE CAN’T SAVE HIM” lmao it’s like an intervention
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“DAMMIT DEKU JUST ADMIT YOU HAVE A SAVING PEOPLE PROBLEM!”
RED ALERT IT’S ANOTHER CLOSE-UP OF THE BACK OF MISTER TWO BON CLAY’S HEAD OMG
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(ETA: I was too distracted with freaking out about Two and Three to really appreciate how ridiculously handsome First looks in this panel. but on my second readthrough it stood out so much that I had to go back and add an extra bullet point just to talk about how hot he is. look at him. wtf.)
THAT IS DEFINITELY AN UNDERCUT. THE PLOT THICKENSSSS. also those are fucking exhaust vents on Mister Three’s neck. MISTER THREE COULD YOU POSSIBLY BE RELATED TO THE IIDAS, PLEASE TELL ME YOUR SECRETS I’M DYING OVER HERE
so now Deku is launching into what will undoubtedly be a “saving people problems require SAVING PEOPLE SOLUTIONS” heroic counter-speech!
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I mean, they can already feel the “lol nah I’m gonna try and save him” feelings running through him lol. ~OuR hEaRtS aNd MiNdS aRe CoNnEcTeD~ and all that. this is just a formality, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love a good shounen protag speech
oh wait hold up, do you mean to tell me that the whole “hearts and minds are connected” thing I was just mocking just a paragraph ago actually allowed Deku to feel what Tomura was feeling?? like literally feel it??
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YET AGAIN these Tomura feels are pounding on my front door you guys?? they just will not quit?? people my house is already full of feels, does it look like I need you to sell me any more of them?? -- what do you mean, they’re free??
AW YISS THAT’S IT DEKU. THAT’S SOME GOOD SPEECH RIGHT THERE
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I appreciate the contrast here between the Douchebag Triumvirate of Overhaul, Muscular, and Stain versus the Misguided Twosome of Gentle and La Brava. never let it be said that Deku doesn’t know the difference between a redeemable villain and an unredeemable one
OH NO -- OH MY GOD
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someone please help me I need directions to the OFA Spooky Galactic Nebula Realm in this fictional Japanese manga land. it’s not on google maps. I need to give these two babies a big hug and wrap them up in a blanket and treat them to some McDonalds Happy Meals please help
other things: (1) ENDEAVOR CHILLING OUT IN DEKU’S “PEOPLE I HOLD DEAR” PANEL LMAO NEON DISCOURSE EXTRAVAGANZA, (2) “ONE FOR ALL IS A POWER TO SAVE, NOT TO KILL” I’M ABOUT TO CRY DEKU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH HOW IS IT EVEN POSSIBLE TO FEEL ALL THIS LOVE, (3) [SLAMS HANDS ON TABLE] THERE’S YOUR MOTHERFUCKING IRON WILL!!!!!!!! -- I’m sorry, please don’t call security, I’ll be good
I just randomly remembered that Deku is still saying all of this in his muffled “FMMPHHMMPHMM” voice and I’m somehow cracking up lol. so actually it’s a very good thing Their Hearts And Minds Are Connected, otherwise they’d no doubt be all, “...what?”
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(ETA: so I completely missed this on account of it literally not being visible in the scan at all, but in the raw you can clearly see Baby Kacchan and Baby Shouto fanboying over All Might in two of these panels, and excuse me, ma’am??
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thank you very much Deku for including them in your montage, particularly since you’ve never seen Baby Shouto before lol. amazingly accurate image you managed to conjure up, all things considered.)
SDKFJLSKHG -- AS IF ON CUE???
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HE’S SO ADORABLE HELP?? Trippy Space All Might looks like he’s about to cry, and First is all “don’t crack a smile... you have to be Firm and Serious here... dammit, don’t smile” omg
anyways! YOU GO DEKU. “MY QUIRK MY RULES, BITCHES” damn, son
KLJLKKHLG TRIPPY SPACE ALL MIGHT LITERALLY ACTUALLY IS CRYING ALL MIGHT HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME
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“I JUST... [CLENCHES FIST] REALLY LOVE SAVING PEOPLE” FUCKING HELL LMAO THIS IS THE WORST INTERVENTION OF ALL TIME
Deku is literally all “sure, maybe I’ll have to kill him, but have you guys also considered, MAYBE NOT??” it’s no use Nana he’s too powerful
LMAO FIRST
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“like I’ve been saying this whole time, you should definitely try saving Shigaraki Tomura.” “but, uh... First, didn’t you just -- ” “shut up”
(ETA: clearly it’s not just his brother who inherited those smooth-talking genes.)
so now Deku has turned back into a sixteen year old and his clothes have gone missing again. just OFA things
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dskljdlsklgk
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yes... sure... “testing” you...
HEY
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FIRST OF ALL, DAMN YOU HORIKOSHI YOU MADE NANA CRY. even if I’m pretty sure they’re actually tears of happiness/relief. and SECOND OF ALL, “TELL MY BOYFRIEND I SAID HI” DJSKDLKJJL ANYWAY MAYBE GRAN, NANA, AND MR. SHIMURA WERE IN A THROUPLE
[SCREAMS]
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WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE?? WHY WOULD YOU END IT THERE!!!!!
(ETA: and two-to-one odds that we cut away to some other scene once they finally start to turn around next week. I’M CALLING IT NOW. giving myself a week to brace myself for the rage.)
fucking hell. well if anyone needs me I will be adding Horikoshi fucking Kouhei to the list of irredeemable villains, peace
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tomtenadia · 3 years
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Till food do us part - Rowaelin one shot
Good evening everyone.
I am back with a quick Rowaelin oneshot. This short fic came to me last week while I was in my hotel in Inveress getting ready to check out. Once on the train back to Aberdeen I had two hours and a half and I wrote this.
It’s a simple story and  just pure undiluted Rowaelin domestic fluff. I think I had to compensate for the angst in ALB. There’s no angst, just our two lovebirds being their adorable selves. 
The title is ridiculous. It took me more time to choose it than to write the whole fic. And it’s still bad. Sorry, I hate choosing titles.
Ach well, I’ll leave you to it. Enjoy.
Word count: 2.5k 
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Aelin was in the kitchen all alone, in front of her on the counter she had all the pots and pans she would require to prepare her meal. At one side she had her cooking book and on the opposite side she had lined up all the ingredients needed. 
That was meant to be a special night and she wanted everything to be perfect. And because of that she had been nervous. She was not good at cooking like her boyfriend so for her to prepare a full meal from scratch was a monumental task. She just hoped not to burn down the house. He had been teaching her slowly, starting with very simple things but that evening, no matter what she was going to cook for him.
The plan was to prepare everything a part from the dessert which she had bought from the local bakery. Although her boyfriend was not a fan of sugary stuff, the night called for dessert. 
She and Rowan had been together for five years. They worked for the same company but on different floors and departments. She was in marketing, Rowan was part of the legal team and was one of the company’s lawyers.
They had a bit of a turbulent start. They met in the cafeteria and Rowan had the bad habit of being always a bit of ahead of her in the queue and always take the last portion of the food she wanted. Far too many times she had ended up eating food she did not want because of him. She had even tried to go to lunch at a different times but the man was always there. Her own personal hell. So after a whole month of that she had decided to take matter in her own hands and slowly plan her revenge. Rowan was a creature of habit, so she spent a few weeks studying him and his routine. Aelin had learned he loved to eat alone. He had friends but the lunch hour was his time to wind down and he did not want any drama or any shop talk. That would make her plan much easier. Eventually she hatched her plan. She started swapping the content of the salt and pepper shakers or even replacing them with other stuff. Aelin had also started making his table sticky or cluttering with empty trays. He still had no idea it was her but she enjoyed watching him muttering and probably cursing whoever did that to him. She had quickly learned that the man was hard to tick off completely. She would notice some small signs of irritation but that’s all the reaction she got, so she decided it was time to go big. 
And her final plan came into existence the day the cafeteria served mac and cheese and he took the last portion from her. She was fuming. If she could not have mac and cheese so wouldn’t he. 
She waited for him to make his way back to his table and then she walked straight into him. Their trays smashing against each others and the food landing on his shirt. She had muttered a weak sorry and had fled with a grin on her face.
She had later found out that she had made him late for an important meeting and caught hell from his boss Lorcan.
Until one day he started to retaliate. Apparently, she had found out, he knew all long it was her messing with his meals.
And so a long series of pranks had begun between them, most of them taking place in the cafeteria since that was the place they used to share the most.
However, sometimes along the way, Aelin realised pranking him was not fun anymore and that pesky feelings had started to take root in her.
Until one day he showed up in her office with two portions of mac and cheese from Emrys and a peace offering. They had the lunch in the privacy of her office, they talked and she realised very quickly that he was quite a fascinating man. Also, she would have lied to herself if she had ignored the fact that the man was hotness incarnated. He was tall and had a healthy muscular build. He would always wear impeccable tailored suits which made his backside very prominent and more than once her eyes had wandered. He had the most beautiful pine green eyes and she adored his silver hair.
Soon she had to admit that she had a crush on him. And then some.
And when Rowan finally asked her out she could not believe her ears. The sexiest man in the company wanted to go out with her. So she said yes.
Fast forward five years and Aelin was now cooking for their fifth anniversary and as a joke she had put mac and cheese on the menu. It was their dish and their own joke as well.
Aelin had a look at the clock and realised she had half an hour tops before he came back home.
While preparing mac and cheese she took a sip from the glass of wine at her side. She had bought two bottles of Rowan’s favourite wine and she had started the celebrations a bit earlier.
In the oven in the meantime, the pork roast and the potatoes were cooking and she was busy checking the food that she almost missed the sound of the front door opening and closing.
“I am home,” shouted a happy voice.
“Kitchen.” She shouted back.
When she stood she saw him in leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, his arms at his chest and a strange grin on his face “you are cooking?” He asked surprised, raising an eye brow in a question.
Aelin grabbed a glass of wine, took a step closer to him and gave it to him “Happy anniversary, buzzard.” And she went to him for a kiss he did not deny it to her.
“Oh, so you waited five years for your final revenge and win with food poisoning.” Still leaning against the doorframe he took a sip of wine and looked at her with a smirk.
Aelin just glared at him “I can cook.”
“Aelin, I love you, but cooking is definitely not your strongest asset.”
She waved her wooden spoon in his face “I’ll show you.”
Rowan chuckled happily and stooped for a kiss “happy anniversary, menace.”
Aelin moved another step in his direction “now go,” and she patted his chest “get changed and let me finish.”
Half an hour later the dining table was all set, with some candles on to set the romantic mood and a new bottle of win in the middle. Everything looked perfect and she was chuffed.
“This looks lovely,” his voice reached her as he re entered the room and his arms wound around her waist.
“I hope it’s good as well.” She said while pulling back from the embrace and pushing him to his seat. 
“Let me help,” he offered but Aelin pushed him again.
“No, just sit down.”
Quickly she went to get the appetisers: she had prepared raw smoked salmon on oatcakes with cream cheese and chives. They had that at a party and they loved it and realised it was something easy to make and almost impossible for her to mess it up. The only thing she had to do was to assemble the ingredients in a nice display.
Rowan in the meantime poured some wine for both and made happy noises at the wine.
“Fancy,” he added, commenting on the appetiser.
“Easy mostly. I took inspiration from the last party we went to.”
Rowan took one of the oatcakes and she relaxed when she saw him smile. Oh well, at least if the rest of the meal was a disaster they could eat oatcakes and salmon.
“Did you have a good day at work?” She asked, she had a day off and she hadn’t seen him since the morning when he left for work.
“It’s the end of the month and as you can imagine Lorcan has been his unpleasant self.”
“I need these reports on the desk by the end of yesterday?” She said, imitating the man’s voice.
Rowan chuckled and took another oatcake “that’s the gist.”
Once the appetisers were over, Aelin stood and went to get the next course. That was the surprise and the dish that meant the most.
She brought the oven dish to the dining table.
“You made mac and cheese.” Rowan’s tone was full of love.
“I did.” She took his plate and was ready to serve him his portion. It looked great and for a moment she had hoped. The recipe was for the baked version and the crust at the top looked golden and crunchy. Then she dipped the spatula to cut it and terror took her. It was runny. 
“No, no, no, no, no…” she panicked.
“What happened?” Rowan stood and moved at her side.
“It happened that I should not be allowed to cook.” She sat on the chair and sniffled.
“I am sure it’s not that bad…”
“Ro,” Aelin almost shouted in frustration at his tone “you can drink it with a straw, mac and cheese is supposed to be creamy.”
He looked over “I think you put too much milk,” and with his hand he brushed her lower back in support.
Aelin started sobbing “I messed up the main dish. It was meant to be like the one we shared in my office.”
Rowan was about to reply when he smelled smoke “is something burning?”
“Holy fuck,” Aelin stood abruptly and ran to the kitchen and when she opened the oven a cloud of smoke engulfed her. The roast and the potatoes where charcoal. She sat dejected in front of the oven  and Rowan joined and sat at her side “you have the most useless girlfriend ever.”  
He brushed her hair off her face “ I do not.” A gentle kiss on her lips “my girl is brilliant, fearless, intelligent and very, very hot.” She gave him a wet chuckle. Gods, she loved him.
“I ruined our anniversary.”
Rowan stood and offered her his hand “you did not.” She took it and stood in front of him.
“We are going to Emrys, he does some amazing mac and cheese.”
“Fine,” she conceded.
Rowan cupped her face, refusing to let her be sad. He knew Aelin was not good at cooking and he had tried to teach her but once on her own she seemed to struggle. 
But as the boyfriend madly in love with her he was more than happy to cook for both, everyday, forever.
Aelin did not seem convinced and still pouted at her mess. Rowan noticed that and cupped her face in his hand and kissed het tenderly “Hey, it was a lovely gesture and I am proud of you.” He took her hand in his, “now let’s go.”
They got changed and not long after they were walking to Emrys. Rowan’s arm on around her shoulder.
Aelin looked up at him and noticed a strange light in his eyes and a small grin. Whatever it was, he did not seem bothered by her fiasco.
Once they reached Emrys froze and cursed the evening that was turning into pure hell “it’s Monday, they are close. We are two idiots.” But all Rowan did was to push her toward the front door.
“Ro, they are closed.”
“Shush,” he said gently placing his hand on her lower back.
A moment later Emrys’ smiling face appeared on the door “hello Rowan, come in, it’s all ready.” Said the man stepping aside to let them in.
Aelin was stunned. speechless. He had an evening planned.
She turned to him “did you know I was going to mess up so you had a plan b?” Her tone full with irritation at his lack of trust in her.
Rowan looked at her, his eyes dancing with mirth “I didn’t even know you were going to cook. I booked all of this over a week ago.” He told her “I knew our anniversary would fall on a Monday, so I asked Emrys and Malakai if it was okay to use the place for our dinner.”
She stood on her tiptoes “I love you.” And kissed him. Rowan took her hand and walked inside the main room of the restaurant and Aelin again was stunned. The whole room had been decorated with white fairy lights, the table had candles and there were kingsflames in a vase as well.
“Happy anniversary, Fireheart.” And pulled her to his chest “I hope you’ll love this.”
“It’s perfect,” she said to him, feeling teary.
They sat down and Malakai brought wine “Emrys is just finishing up the last few things, it should not be too long.” Explained the man while pouring the wine.
He came back a moment later and brought back freshly baked pitta bread and hummus “just as a starter.”
Aelin attacked the appetisers, realising she was starving.
Once the appetiser was out of the way Rowan took her hand.
“I am glad I burned dinner, this is so much better.”
They had gone to Emrys for their first date which turned out to be their favourite restaurant and slowly their weekly dinner treat. It had become their place pretty quickly.
She was talking to Rowan when she noticed Emrys walking to them with a large oven dish and when Aelin looked, she saw mac and cheese. And it looked incredible.
“Of course,” said Rowan at her expression and poured more wine. It was a good thing they walked. Emrys plated their dinner and then walked away with a Cheshire cat grin.
“Go on, tuck in,” Rowan said to her once he noticed her eager expression.
Aelin did so and almost moaned savagely. It was divine.
After a few bites Rowan put the fork down and took her hand again, brushing his thumb on the top of it “thank you for walking into me that day in the cafeteria.” He told her, his green eyes on her “I know we had our ups and downs but these five years with you have been incredible.” He stood and took her hand inviting her to follow him. She stood with him and Rowan pulled Aelin to his chest. She wanted to complain she was eating, but whatever he was doing it seemed important.
Violin music spread in the room and Aelin recognised one of her favourite pieces of classical music. He swayed gently as if to dance, placed her hand on his shoulder and held her, his hand on her lower back.
“And I hope we’ll have many more together.” Aelin looked up at him and nodded, emotions threatening to overwhelm her. He kissed her with passion and then he pulled back a little “Aelin, my fireheart, will you do me the honour of joining me in the next adventure of our life and become my wife?”
Aelin sobbed loudly “only if you promise to keep cooking for me.”
Rowan laughed “Always.”
She threw her arms around his neck “yes, yes I will marry you.”
Rowan placed the ring on her finger then lifted her in his arms and kissed her. 
He would cook for her, make her happy until his last day.
To whatever end.
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gasolineghuleh · 3 years
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Brattitude
Commission for @simply-skeletons for a Daddy Dom Aether and a bratty reader!
cw: contains daddy kink, choking, and squirting.
Not SFW below, No minors!
You sigh and stretch, rolling your shoulders and looking along the stretched out dining room table, laden with breakfast foods. Platters of eggs are heaped high alongside plates of bacon and sausage, pitchers of various juices and teas and the occasional scone or biscuit. None of it draws your attention quite as much as the Ghouls, however. The chatter of your fellow Siblings manages to drown out any chance of hearing conversation from the Ghoul table, but you aren’t exactly trying to hear anything— just trying to get his attention. When his pale blue glowing eyes finally turn to you, the zap of sudden attention pierces your core like a lightning bolt. Aether inclines his head towards you gently and mouths a single instruction:
“Eat.” You frown in response, toying with the scrambled eggs on your plate before looking back at him. He’s still watching you, of course, his own piece of semi-raw bacon held tightly between his claws as he waits for you to take a bite. When you shake your head with a smirk, he returns the gesture, inclining his head towards you again. “Now,” he mouths quietly, his tail pointing firmly towards your plate. You can tell that he’s enjoying the game by the way that he’s begun holding himself, subconsciously appearing taller and more in charge than he really is.
No one has noticed your little game besides Rain, sitting directly beside Aether. His eyes move between the two of you as he smiles around his own bites of food, clearly enjoying watching your silent standoff. This only prompts you to push your plate away from yourself and turn your attention to your friends, joining in on their conversation with ease and ignoring your Ghoul for the rest of the meal. When you do finally grab a bite of something to eat, it’s a glazed and sweetened scone rather than something of actual nutritional value. It isn’t until later, when the tables are cleared and everyone is bustling about to leave for their morning activities that you feel Aether’s hand close around your bicep tightly- the points of his claws dig just lightly into your bare arm and you can already feel a thrill going up your spine. 
“Being a bit of a spoiled one this morning, are we?” Aether’s warm voice curls around your senses like heated honey and incense smoke before a ritual and you feel yourself going slightly weak in the knees before you recover— you need to have your wits about you in order for this game to work, after all. It’s not one that you play often with him, but one that you know he enjoys almost as much as you do. After all, he always says he’s attracted to more of a brat than a tamed pet anyway.
“Wouldn’t want you to think you have all of the control, after all.” You’re able to meet his gaze, only slightly narrowed in amusement, before your eyes slide off to the side and spot Rain standing slightly behind him, still clutching his morning protein shake— not doubt full of the nutrients he’ll be needing for the strenuous rhythm practice with Mountain he’ll be heading off to shortly. “Good morning, Rain. How are you?” The Ghoul raises an eyebrow when you address him, inclining his head towards you in a silent greeting.
“Better than you’re going to be by the end of it,” he quips with a grin, finding the straw with his lips quickly and giving Aether a nod. With a loud slurp from the shake he wanders off, tail swishing happily. 
“You’ve given him enough to be pleased about all day. I hope you’re happy.” Aether’s hand tightens dangerously on your arm once more before he lets go, folding his arms as he watches his musical partner sashay through the large doors and into the Abbey proper. “He loves when one of our pets misbehaves. Just makes him brag about his own.” Rain disappears around the corner of the large door to the meeting hall in the direction of the soundproof music rooms and you hold back a snort of laughter, turning your attention back to your own Ghoul. 
“Oh? In that case, yes, I’m very happy.” Your friend calls your name to get your attention, waving you over to them and you nod, beginning to walk away from Aether. Already you can hear his growl of annoyance deep in his chest— it’s been ages since you’ve been bratty with him, and you can tell that the punishment (or perhaps reward) would be worth it… and a long time coming. 
“Hey! I’m not done with you, princess,” Aether says, a warning clear in his voice. Despite your better judgement, you persevere with your plan. You can practically feel the tightly controlled scolding simmering below the surface as he grinds the heel of his foot into the carefully waxed stone floor of the dining hall. “Sister-”
“Turns out I am, though! Catch you later, Aeth.” You give him a small wave and blow him a kiss, practically skipping away to join your friends and leave the dining hall. It’s a beautiful day outside and you all have made plans to spend most of it in the orchard, doing absolutely nothing. 
It’s one of the few days a month where the Siblings in the Abbey are given free reign to do with their time as they please— no lessons, mass, or scheduled events. As you and your small group of friends find a place on the grass to lay down and relax you can hear the shouts of other Siblings running past, playing games or having spirited discussions. Still, your ear is cocked for any sign of Aether or one of his bandmates keeping an eye on you. You know that at least Rain and Mountain will be mostly preoccupied, but Dew has a penchant for chasing his own pets throughout the Abbey gardens on down days. He and Aether often chat about how they enjoy the “prey and predator” feeling that comes with the territory. 
“You know that won’t end well, right?” your friend asks with a groan as she lays down in the grass beside you. Jolted out of your thoughts of being chased by Aether through the surrounding woods, you snap your focus back to your friends. You shrug as best as you can and tuck your arms under your head, content to watch the clouds roll by in puffy formations as you try to shake off the sudden urge to run that’s coursing through your legs like lightning. 
“I know what he likes and what he doesn’t. I won’t push him too far,” you explain. One of your friends grumbles in agreement, muttering something about how he’s currently tied up with Dew. Those who have an arrangement with their Ghouls know how far to take things when asked. The sun warms your bones and it doesn’t take long before it feels like you’re practically melting into the Earth. You’re drawn from your reverie when your friend snaps her hand in front of you again, attempting to get your attention. “What? What?” 
“I said, ‘he’s looking for you’. Look.” She points in a general direction, masking her gesture with a cough and using her elbow. You roll your eyes good naturedly but look anyway— sure enough, Aether is on the lawn, sitting on a large rock and watching you carefully as he balances a book on his knee. Your other friend, the one currently entangled with Dew, makes a not-so-subtle cooing noise under his breath.
“He’s watching you, isn’t he? Got his eyes on his little pet. Yeah, you got a good Ghoul in that one. Isn’t it great how they watch us sometimes?” Even though your stomach is aflutter from the sudden attention, your friend’s voice still manages to rub you the wrong way— it isn’t lascivious, it’s just some good old fashioned teasing.
“He does that even when I’m not being a brat, in all fairness.” You lift your arm and wave at him, smiling to yourself when he returns the gesture, albeit with a slightly confused expression. “He just loves me, that’s all.” The sun feels excellent on your face and you tilt back towards it, allowing your eyes to slip closed. Aether is the farthest thing from your mind as you and your friends chatter on, linking your hands together and comparing various studies and opinions on everything under the sun. 
Soon enough, however, a shadow falls over the three of you. Across the lawn you hear a piercing whistle and are hardly surprised when you look up, finding that it belongs to Dew. When you look beside you to mention this to your friend he’s already gone, sprinting to join his own Ghoul— no doubt eagerly answering the summons that you’ve chosen to ignore for the day. You roll your eyes and look up to what’s causing the shadow, only barely blinking when you notice that it’s Aether.
“You want something for lunch, my princess?” he asks, holding out a small brown bag, no doubt packed with your favourite foods. When you decide to be a brat, he always attempts to sway you back under his thumb with your favourite snacks or books, and it almost always works. The temptation is overwhelming, and you can smell the food already— roast beef, potato chips, and a Twinkie. Your stomach clenches in a small display of hunger, but you screw up your mouth as if you’re thinking about it. 
“Oh, here we go,” your friend chirps from beside you. She rolls onto her back deftly and gets up, leaving quicker than you thought was possible. Alone with Aether, you laugh and sit up, patting the grass beside you.
“Perhaps. Sit with me?” Aether nods and sits beside you, opening the paper bag and drawing out the sandwich that you knew lurked inside. You swallow hard, looking at it for a moment until he hands it over to you.
“Are you going to be a good girl for your daddy and eat some proper food, unlike this morning?” Aether inclines his head towards you and holds the sandwich out until you take it greedily, unwrapping it and taking a large bite. Instantly his hand flips and grabs your wrist tightly, squeezing until you look at him, eyes wide. “Slow down. I don’t want you getting sick. Okay?” When you don’t answer instantly, he jerks your hand slightly until you nod, resuming your chewing. “Good girl.” 
“I try,” you mumble around the mouthful of sandwich. He smiles and shakes his head, laughing a little as he pats your knee with a large hand. 
“I figured as much.” Aether watches you for a moment as you chew in silence before reaching into the bag and drawing out his own sandwich, a partially cooked slab of steak on ciabatta. “Boss made bread again. All of us are having steak sandwiches, courtesy of Cirrus,” he says in answer to your raised eyebrow.
“Is it any good? The bread, I mean.” You swallow an overly large bite and cough a little, noticing with a frown when Aether does nothing to help you through the almost-not-quite-a-choke. He merely waits for you to finish as he chews patiently before answering with a dry smile. 
“Hubris. And yes, it is. He has talent.” You roll your eyes at him in a wide circle and toss the last bite of the crust of your sandwich in a far arc into the woods before digging in the bag for the Twinkie that you know is hidden at the bottom. “You still aren’t eating your crusts?” Aether asks in a disapproving tone.
“You know I don’t like them. They’re yucky.” Twinkie retrieved, you pull it out and open the wrapper quickly, poking your tongue out at Aether as you settle back down to eat your treat. “Crusts have no nutritional value, you know.” 
“‘Yucky’? It’s bread.” Aether tosses the rest of his own sandwich into his mouth and claps his hands to his thighs. “Right. Lunch break is over. Be in my room at 8, dressed for sleep. Don’t be late.” Before you can open your mouth to respond he’s already unfolded himself from the grass, dusted off his smart black slacks and left.
Your friends eventually migrate back to your area, one of them looking slightly disheveled, and you manage to evade their constant questions about what exactly happened over lunch. Being teased for being a Ghoul pet isn’t exactly a new occurrence, but the attention from Aether in public certainly is— and you’re warming up to it. When you mention this to your friends, one of them perks up a little bit.
“Dew loves it when I brat around in public. But you know what he loves even more?” He leans closer, winking at you when you shy away, suddenly embarrassed at the topic. “When I do it in private. When he can scold me. Trust me, do that to Aether tonight when he asked you to show up for bed. It’ll drive him wild.” 
“I mean… You seem to know best, I suppose.” You pause, thinking for a moment before asking the question on the tip of your tongue. “How could I do that?” 
“Oh, easy!” your other friend suddenly supplies, flushing when your attention shifts to her. Her eyes focus on the sunset in the distance as she talks, firmly fixing her gaze away from you. “Maybe you just show up… Not quite ready. Maybe one thing is slightly off. With how he’s been acting and how disobedient you’ve been today, maybe it’ll just send him over the edge.” You sit up and stretch before rising to your feet, giving it some thought before you respond. 
“I think I can manage that.” With that, you toss your friends a wink and flounce back to the Abbey, a spring in your step as a plan forms in your mind’s eye. 
Later, at half past 8 in the evening, you knock loudly on Aether’s door before letting yourself in. The Ghoul has clearly been waiting for you impatiently, as evidenced by his posture on the edge of his bed and the drumming of his claws against the wooden posts holding up the mattress. Aether stands up as soon as you fling his door open, kicking it shut quickly behind you with a hiss. 
“I instructed you to be at 8! Sharp!” His eyes narrow as he looks down at you, scanning your outfit before frowning. “And you’re wearing… your habit still? I said come dressed for bed. Sathanas, do you just like to disobey me?” 
“Maybe I do,” you offer, your eyes meeting his and not deviating. You watch as his pupils dilate in quick and sudden arousal, his chest widening as his breathing deepens. The tip of his tongue darts out briefly to wet his lower lip and before you know it, his hand is clasped to the back of your neck. Aether’s claws dig briefly into the soft skin at the sides of your neck and you gasp, already bending under the pressure he’s exerting as you fall to your knees. 
“Then maybe I like forcing obedience. Did you ever consider that, Sister, hm?” Aether says, his voice becoming a low hiss in your ear as he crouches in front of you, watching as your face gets closer and closer to the ground. Just before your nose hits the carpet he lets go of you roughly, turning and stalking back to his bed before snapping his fingers sharply. “Crawl to daddy, Sister. Show me how sorry you are for disobeying me in front of all of those people today.” 
When you look up at him, crawling forward on your hands and knees, you can’t help the thought that he surely does make a pretty sight when he’s seated above you. His eyes are glowing in a mixture of arousal, arrogance and annoyance as he beckons to you with two fingers, pointing at the ground in front of him. You slide your hands reverently up his legs to his knees before continuing along his thighs, pausing when you reach the upper portion of the taut muscles. He just nods, motioning for you to continue before reaching up and tearing off your hair covering, tossing it into a far corner of the room.
“Such a pious little Sister, aren’t you? On your knees for a leader of the church. A true servant.” Aether’s tone is mocking and condescending, but you don’t have the time to be embarrassed at the hot spike of lust that spears through your cunt. His hands pull down his fly and then his cock is in front of you, held at base by his fist and enticingly close to your lips. “Go on then. Serve.” 
As soon as you bring your lips to the head of his cock he thrusts forward, his free hand coming to the back of your head and entangling in your hair, now free of the head covering. He groans as you slip yourself lower, dipping your tongue down to caress over his knuckles, making sure to show him how in control you are of yourself. When the head of his cock bumps your soft palate you cough slightly, using the moment to readjust yourself on your knees. His hand grips tighter in your hair, dragging you up along his shaft until he pulls you off of him, gasping and already drooling.
“I love you best like this, you know, princess. Supple and pliant. You’re so willing to just… finally- do everything I say. Isn’t that right?” You nod with difficulty when his fingers tighten in your hair almost painfully as his other hand runs the head of his cock along your lips. Aether hisses inward when your tongue flicks out to greet it, sliding himself past your lips once more and dragging you down until your nose bumps against his pelvis. 
You moan around him, shifting on the floor as you feel the nylon of your stockings beginning to stick to you even more with every thrust of his hips. When you gasp inward, choking on his cock until tears roll out of your eyes, he presses his advantage and moves his hands to either side of your face. Aether waits until you make eye contact with him and nods subtly, pressing you down into his lap and holding you there momentarily before letting you up once more as he coos down at you.
“That’s a good girl, princess. You’re being such a good girl for daddy finally, aren’t you?” Aether’s thumb strokes along your cheek as he manipulates you, dragging you along his shaft slowly. His eyes never leave your lips, watching as his cock disappears into your mouth over and over. Finally he lets you up for air, sitting further back on the bed and patting his lap firmly. “I think you’ve deserved a bit of a reward, don’t you?”
“Only if daddy thinks I have,” you respond with ease, rising from your knees and settling on his lap to face away from him, just how he likes it.. He presses his palm to your stomach, tucking you against his chest as he raises your leg and plants it firmly on the bed beside you. You manage to keep it there as his hand trails along your body, rubbing your leg lovingly until he finally finds the wet patch at the apex of your thighs, dampened with your slick and no doubt evident to his searching fingers. 
“Oh, my. What do we have here, princess? Are you all wound up just from servicing daddy?” You manage to nod and tuck your head against his shoulder, knowing exactly what he plans to do next— the sight of it always leaves you weak in the stomach and clenching for more. Sure enough, you can feel the grab of his claw as it snags in the nylon of your stocking, and the tugging only intensifies as he sheers through the fabric. Aether growls low in his throat when he feels your lack of panties, already moving his fist back towards his cock to direct it to your entrance. “Just couldn’t wait any more, could you?”
“Been thinking about this all day,” you sigh, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and closing your eyes as you lean against him. In no time, his cock has already found its way inside of you and he presses you down hard into his lap, grinding your ass against his hips as he seats himself to the hilt. “Fuck, that feels so nice, Aeth.” He nods and groans in agreement, kissing the side of your neck before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin there.
Both of you moan in tandem as he shifts his hips, rocking upward into you at the same moment that the pad of his index finger finds your clit. He manages to keep up a decent rhythm as he helps you bounce on his lap, his finger swiping across you in a beat that you can’t quite predict— it’s enough to set off sparks of electricity across your skin every time he does it, though. Soon enough his tail begins to creep along the edges of your vision, finally settling along your other leg to wrap around your calf. When you nod your consent he lifts your leg with it gently, holding it aloft as his cock spears you, his other hand working you along his lap in a fervor as he nears his own climax.
“Aeth- Aeth, I need- All I need is-”
“I know,” he finishes for you, sealing your lips in a heated kiss as his teeth instantly score along your lower lip. The small nip of pain is enough to send you rocketing over the edge of your climax and you cum hard, stars bursting across your vision. You hear him murmuring to you, his lips grazing across yours softly as he does so, but you don’t have time to catch the words that he’s saying as you cum again, this time prompted by his sudden and concentrated assault on your clit with two fingers. 
By the time you come to your senses and return from your out of body experience he’s already finished inside of you, his cock still pulsing with the last vestiges of his own orgasm. In front of you on the stone floor is a small pool of the evidence of your arousal and you flush bright red— you knew that was his goal all along, when he lifted your leg and started concentrating on your clit. Aether works your body like a well tuned guitar and you’re more than happy to let him do it as often as he’d like. 
“Mm,” he hums, nuzzling his nose into your hair briefly, tail lowering your leg. “I told you to come dressed for bed… What are you going to sleep in now?” You laugh, laying your head back onto his shoulder and pressing a fond kiss to his cheek underneath the mask. 
“I figured we wouldn’t be sleeping at all.” 
“I can certainly make that happen,” he assents after a short pause. 
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