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❝ say my name, j. burrow. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: success is great until you realize that you haven't touched your fiance in nearly a month. feeling guilty about your absence, his new assistant's constant presence hits a nerve.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: game dey fic for good luck! i'm just gonna come clean and say that this picture inspired this entire thing. possessive joe we all say in unison. this was so fun to work on, thank you anon for the request <33 requests are still open!!

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: angst & smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, sexual content, established relationship, jealousy, dom!joe, exhibitionism?, public sex, mirror sex?, size kink? size kink, cunnilingus bc joe burrow is an eater™, the tiniest baby hint of a breeding kink.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: joe burrow x fiancee!reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 6.8k.

The kitchen was bathed in the soft glow of the hanging lights hanging above the island, casting shadows that danced across the marble countertops as yourself, Joe, and your best friend, Tamara, sat around the kitchen table. The aroma of a quick meal filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of Joe's cologne and the sweetness of the boxed cake mix they had shared. Your dark hair was pulled back in a loose bun, your blowout beginning to curl up again. You and Tamara listening intently as Joe spoke of his assistant's impending departure. Your eyes, a deep shade of brown, drifted in and out of the conversation as you thought about the pile of work waiting for you at your office in downtown Cincinnati.

You just barely heard Tamara suggesting her cousin as a replacement. Tiffany, who was studying Marketing at the University of Cincinnati, had grown closer to her older cousin in her time in school despite the age difference between them. "She's been looking for an internship or something part-time," she said, hope sparkling in her voice. "It's tough out here, and she's really good with people."

Joe looked at you, who nodded in approval, half listening and trusting your best friend’s endorsement. "Send her my way, T," he said, smiling. "I'll set up an interview."

The following week was a blur of phone calls and emails as Joe prepared for the interview. Your schedule was packed with work, and Joe was buried in his season commitments. Your paths rarely crossed outside of brief moments at home, leaving your newly purchased house feeling more like a rest stop than a shared home.

When the day of Tiffany’s interview finally arrived, Joe was surprised by her poise and professionalism. She walked in dressed sharply, her confidence radiating in the room. Despite her youth, she spoke with the eloquence of someone who had been in the industry for years. Her references were impeccable, and her career goals were admirable. He had no doubts that she would be a valuable asset to his team.

You met Tiffany for the first time in the kitchen the morning after she started. The young woman's enthusiasm was palpable, but you couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that there was something not quite right with her demeanor. Tiffany's eyes lingered on Joe a little too long for your liking, and her smile was a bit too wide when he spoke to her. You shook yourself out of her skepticism and chalked it up to nerves and excitement about the job. You had to admit, after all, that Tiffany was a breath of fresh air. She was excellent in keeping up with Joe’s schedules and appointments, helping to shoulder some of the burdens he dreaded about his career.

The next few weeks passed in a whirlwind of game days and late-night reheated dinners. Your business was thriving, and Joe's season was on an upward trajectory. Yet, amidst all the success, there was a worrying feeling that something was off-balance. Tiffany was always there, a constant presence that seemed to hover closer to Joe than necessary. You tried not to let it get to you, but you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy every time Joe laughed at one of Tiffany's jokes or thanked her for handling something simple so efficiently.

You stood over your side of your twin sinks, your coils pushed back from your forehead as you completed your skincare routine. You felt a gentle nudge as Joe leaned against you, his reflection in the mirror showing the exhaustion etched into his features. It was 10 PM, way past Joe's bedtime, but you appreciated the effort he was showing to take advantage of what little time you could spend together.

"So, I've got a dinner tomorrow," he began, his voice a soft rumble in the quiet bathroom. His strong arms wrapped warmly around your waist. "It's a sponsor thing. Nothing crazy, no cameras. Just dinner and a few schmoozes."

Your eyes met his in the mirror. "You want me to come?" You tried to keep the hope out of your voice, but it crept in regardless.

"Yeah. I know you've been slammed with work, but I'd love it if you could come. It's at the Kinley downtown. They have that amazing tiramisu you love." Joe's smile was boyish, and your heart melted at the thought of a rare date night.

The last time you two had been to the Kinley was the night of your engagement three months ago. That famous tiramisu had been delivered to your suite to accompany a bottle of champagne after the hotel manager heard the city's star quarterback was celebrating an accepted proposal. It had been a night filled with laughter and love, and you couldn't help but hope for a similar experience tomorrow.

"Okay, I'll come," you said, turning to kiss him. "But only for the tiramisu."

Joe chuckled and squeezed you tightly. "Whatever it takes to drag you outside with me." He kissed the top of your head before reaching for his toothbrush. "But promise me you'll wear that dress I like, the white one."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "The one that never makes it through the door before you're trying to get it off me? That one?"

Joe grinned, his teeth flashing in the bathroom light. "You know the one."

The morning light streamed through the blinds, creating a checkered pattern across your bed. Your eyes fluttered open, the promise of the dinner date lingering in your mind. You felt Joe's warmth beside you, his even breaths a comforting soundtrack to the start of your day. As you slipped out of bed and into the shower, you couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement for the evening ahead. Joe was gone from his side of the bed when you returned from her shower, his deep voice carrying from the kitchen as he laughed over the phone with Ja'Marr.

As you got dressed to leave for work, you heard the doorbell ring. You didn't expect anyone, but Joe's voice grew louder as he spoke to someone at the door. You made your way downstairs to find Tiffany, dressed in a sleek casual outfit, her hair slicked down perfectly.

"Morning, you two," she chirped, her eyes lighting up at the sight of Joe. You felt a flicker of irritation but pushed it aside.

"Hi, Tiffany," you said with a forced smile. "I can't believe your boss got you over here so early."

Tiffany's eyes darted to Joe before returning to you. "Oh, it's no trouble. I just wanted to make sure everything is set for tonight. Joe said I could tag along to the dinner. You know, for networking and all."

Your smile didn't falter, but your stomach did a flip. "Networking? At the Kinley? Downtown? Tonight?" You couldn't help the searing glare you shot towards Joe who remained wrapped up in his own little world. Completely oblivious to the dissatisfaction on your face. 

You had to admit that you had hoped for a more intimate evening with Joe, but you had no desire to be rude. "That's a great opportunity, Tiffany. It'll be good to make some business connections in the city."

Joe looked between you, blissfully unaware of the tension between the two women. "You're right, babe. Tiffany's going to be graduating soon, and she needs all the help she can get." He gave you a kiss on the cheek, a hand reaching to cradle your waist. "Don't worry, I'll try to keep the business talk to a minimum."

You nodded, trying to keep your emotions in check. You didn't want to ruin your night with a petty argument about his assistant. After all, Joe had done so much to support you, especially with putting up with your late work hours recently.

Tiffany grimaced as Joe's hand lingered on your waist, nuzzling his face into your neck. "Right," she murmured. "I'll just grab my laptop and get to work." She reached into her laptop bag, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at her reaction. You had agreed to come to the dinner to support Joe, not to play chaperone.

The day passed slowly, a mix of business meetings and working through the massive to-do list from your secretary leaving you with little time to dwell on the evening's potential awkwardness. When you finally returned home to get ready, you found Joe in your closet, half dressed in a sharp suit that hugged his muscular frame. His eyes lit up at the sight of you, and you had to admit that you felt a spark of excitement at the prospect of a night out with him.

"Joe, did you think Tiffany's energy was off this morning?" You asked as you stepped into the walk-in closet to choose your outfit.

Joe looked up from his phone, presumably texting his stylist, his brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

You emerged from the closet wearing the white dress he had requested, your eyes meeting his in the floor-length mirror. "She just seemed... eager."

Joe shrugged, his tie now hanging loosely around his neck. "Eager to network, you mean? That's what she's here for, babe." You nodded, trying to convince yourself that your jealousy was unfounded. You reached up to do up Joe's tie for him, your hands trembling slightly. As you stepped back to admire your work, he pulled you into a tight embrace.

"You look amazing," Joe whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His hand cupped your cheek, his blue eyes sweeping over your face. "You always do, beautiful."

You felt a warm blush creep up your neck. "Thank you, baby." You kissed him lightly, trying to ignore the voice in the back of your head that whispered about Tiffany.

The drive to the Kinley was filled with Joe's stories from practice and Tiffany's chirpy interjections about the inside jokes they built up over the weeks she had been working for him. You listened politely, but your mind was elsewhere, planning how you could make the most of this evening. You didn't want to spend the entire night watching Joe work the room with his assistant by his side.

Once you arrived at the luxurious hotel, the valet took Joe's car, and the three of you stepped into the bustling lobby. The air was filled with the sound of clinking glasses and laughter, a stark contrast to the quiet tension between yourself and Tiffany. You took a deep breath and slipped your hand into Joe's, reminding yourself that this was your night, despite the third wheel.

The dinner was a mix of business moguls and sports celebrities. Your eyes scanned the room, searching for a friendly face. You spotted a few local influencers from your business’ social media following, but you were already engaged in your own conversations. The grand ballroom of the Kinley Hotel was a sea of unfamiliar faces, all dressed to the nines and seemingly at ease. The three of you made your way to the table reserved for Joe and his two guests.

Tiffany was already scanning the room, her eyes lighting up as she recognized a potential networking opportunity. "Oh, there's Dr. Simpson from the university," she exclaimed. "I've been dying to talk to him about an internship."

Joe nodded, his gaze following her as she gracefully excused herself. "Go for it," he encouraged, offering her a kind smile. "I'll grab us some drinks."

You watched Tiffany weave through the crowd, an eager bounce in her step. As Joe returned with an espresso martini for you and an iced tea for himself, you couldn't help the sinking feeling in your stomach. You took a sip of your drink, trying to push the negative thoughts aside.

The evening progressed with Joe being pulled into conversation after conversation, leaving you to sit alone at the table. You checked your phone for the millionth time, scrolling through social media to keep yourself entertained. You were in no mood to schmooze with influencers and their sugar daddies, your work had already left you with minimal energy. The chandeliers above cast a warm glow over the room, and the clinking of silverware against china filled the air. You felt out of place, a fish out of water.

Your eyes followed Joe as he charmed a table of investors with a story about a recent game-winning play. Tiffany hovered at his side, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she subtly touched his arm, prompting him with information or a well-placed joke. You felt a knot tighten in your stomach as you watched Joe's assistant monopolize his time.

A server approached with a tray of hors d'oeuvres, and you finally gathered the will to stand and mingle. You recognized a few faces from your own business circles, but the conversations felt forced, the words sticking in your throat as you tried to maintain a cheery facade. With each passing minute, your frustration grew. This wasn't the romantic evening you had hoped for; it was just another work function for Joe with an unwelcome plus-one.

Tiffany reappeared at Joe's side, her laugh a tinkling sound that seemed to carry across the room. You felt a twinge of annoyance at her ease, the way she moved with confidence and charm among these powerful individuals despite her lack of experience. You couldn't help but wonder if Joe had noticed the flirtatious glances she kept casting his way.

"Babe, you okay?" Joe asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder as he took a seat beside you. His brow was furrowed with concern, and for a moment, you felt guilty for your jealous thoughts. You forced a smile and nodded. "Just a little tired," you said, playing off your discomfort.

But Joe wasn't buying it. He leaned in close, whispering, "What's going on, sweetheart?" You took a deep breath, the scent of his cologne calming your nerves slightly. 

"It's Tiffany," you confessed.

He frowned, glancing over at his assistant. "What about her?"

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, wanting to choose your words wisely. "It's just... she's all over you, Joe. And it's so fucking weird. She's supposed to be here for business, not to flirt."

Joe's eyes widened in surprise. "Flirt? She's not flirting with me." He leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to where Tiffany was now engaged with a group of businessmen. "Babe, she's just doing her job. Networking."

You felt a spark of frustration at his dismissal. "It's more than that, Joe. I can feel it." You took a deep breath, trying to keep your voice low and steady. "I don't want to ruin your night, but I can't ignore how uncomfortable this is making me."

Joe studied you for a moment, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. But before either of you could say anything else, Tiffany came gliding back over, a triumphant smile on her face. "Joe, I've got a meeting with Dr. Simpson next week. He's interested in discussing some marketing strategies for the university's athletic program. You're a genius for bringing me here!"

Her eyes flicked to you, who offered a tight smile in return. "Congratulations, Tiffany," you said through gritted teeth. "You're doing a fantastic job." The words were perfectly sweet, topped off with a gentle lilt as you stood up from your seat. Your hands smoothed over your dress before pushing the chair back in. "But if you'll excuse me..." you trailed off, making your way through the crowd of people without a backward glance.

Joe's hand reached out to grab yours as she passed, but you slipped away. He watched your retreating figure, the frown on his face deepening as he realized he had a situation to handle. "I'll be right back," he told Tiffany, who nodded, her eyes tracking your exit with an odd expression that was not lost on Joe.

He found you in the quiet hallway outside the ballroom, leaning against the wall, your eyes closed. "Hey," he said softly, approaching you. You didn't open your eyes, but you didn't flinch either, which was a bad sign.

"Hey," you murmured, your voice low and tired.

Joe stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on your arm. "Babe, what's wrong? I don't like seeing you like this."

You took a deep breath, opening your eyes to meet Joe's concerned gaze. "It bothers me Joey, the way she acts around you is so fucking weird. And you're not even picking up on it." Your voice was laced with a hint of anger, but the exhaustion from your long day was clear.

Joe sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Look, I don't know what you're talking about. If you're uncomfortable, I'll talk to her," he offered, his voice sincere. "But she's been nothing but professional with me, sweetheart."

You looked at him, your eyes squinting in disbelief. "Joe, she's been all over you since she started working for you. That’s not professional."

He frowned, clearly confused. "Babe, she's just trying to do her job. She's young, eager to impress. It's not what it seems."

You pulled your arm away, your voice rising slightly. "Why would she need to impress you by flirting with you? She's your assistant, not a contestant on a reality show."

Joe's expression darkened as he took in her tone. "Babe," he warned slowly. "You're being dramatic."

But you were beyond caring. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms with a huff, "Joe," you said, your voice a mix of exasperation and sadness. "You're so blind. She's obviously into you."

Joe's jaw tightened. "Look, if you need attention, I can give you attention." He offered his hand for you to take, his patience wearing thin.

You stepped back, the coldness in his voice cutting through the warmth of the room. "Is that what you think this is about? Attention?" You threw your hands up in frustration. "This isn't a game, Joe. This is our relationship!"

The music and laughter from the ballroom seemed to fade away as you faced each other, your words echoing in the quiet hallway. The silence between you seemed to stretch on for hours. Neither of you were willing to back down. 

Finally Joe took a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "I miss you." He hummed as a hand reached for your hip, pulling you closer to him. "It's been a month since we’ve done anything just the two of us."

Your eyes searched his, the frustration slowly melting away as you gave in. "I miss you too."

Joe's gaze softened, and he leaned in to kiss you. It was gentle at first, a sweet promise of comfort and reassurance, but it quickly grew into something more urgent. A month's worth of longing and tension poured into that kiss, and suddenly, the hallway didn't feel so cold anymore. Your knees practically buckled under his touch, his hands grasping at your curves with a hunger you missed so desperately.

"I need to feel you," he murmured against your lips, his hand sliding around your waist.

You felt a thrill run through you. You knew Joe wasn't the type to act on impulse like this, but you couldn't deny that a part of you craved this passion from him. You had been so busy, and this raw passion was a stark reminder of why you were together. You leaned into him, the heat from your bodies melding together.

"Baby, not here," you whispered, though your voice was laced with want. You didn't miss the twinkle in his eye as he glanced down the hallway.

"Come on, let's go somewhere private." He took your hand, leading you away from the ballroom's prying eyes. You stumbled into an empty bathroom, the door clicking shut behind them. The tension between the two of you crackled in the air as Joe's hands slid up your thighs, pushing your dress up. You gasped as his mouth found your neck, his kisses leaving a trail of heat.

In the dimly lit bathroom, your eyes locked in the mirror. The reflection showed a side of them that hadn't been seen in weeks—desperate and passionate. You gasped as Joe bent you over the counter, his hands roaming under your dress. The cool marble sent a shiver down your spine, but it was nothing compared to the heat between your legs. You didn't protest when he pulled your panties to the side, instead leaning into the sensation of his hand on your skin.

Joe's voice was a gruff whisper in your ear. "Do you want me to stop?" His thumb traced a tantalizing circle around your clit, and you bit back a moan.

"No," you breathed, your eyes fluttering shut. "Fuck me."

With a grunt, Joe complied, his hand moving away to unbuckle his pants. He was already hard, his cock pressing against your ass as he lined himself up. He slammed into you without much prep, and your moan echoed in the tiled room. You gripped the edge of the counter, your breath getting caught in your throat as he began to thrust into you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mingling with the distant laughter and clinking glasses from the dinner.

Your movements grew more erratic as you both gave into your desires. Your heels clicked against the marble floor with every thrust, the sound bouncing off the walls. Joe's grip tightened on your hips, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered dirty nothings that made your toes curl. It was a stark contrast to the elegant evening gown you wore, now hiked up around your waist, and the fancy hotel bathroom you found yourself in.

"Harder," you moaned, your voice thick with desire.

"Yeah?" Joe questioned, his grip tightened on your hips, his rhythm quickening as he drove into you. The bathroom's sterile scent was overpowered by your mingled perfume and the scent of your arousal. The world outside the bathroom door faded away, replaced by the symphony of your panting breaths and the wet slap of your bodies coming together.

"Fuck, yes," you gasped, your eyes fluttering open to meet Joe's in the mirror. The sight of him, all muscular and intense, brought a new wave of arousal crashing over you. You felt the tension in your core tighten with every stroke, your body begging for release.

"I'm right here," Joe murmured, his voice a stark contrast to the urgent sounds of your lovemaking. His eyes held yours in the mirror, a silent promise that he heard you and that he cared. "You're all mine, baby. You're all I want. The only one."

You felt your body respond to his words, the tension coiling tighter, your orgasm approaching like a freight train. "Baby," you moaned, your nails digging into the counter. "I'm gonna come."

Joe's eyes darkened, and he thrust deeper, hitting that perfect spot inside you. "Come for me, sweetheart," he urged, his own breathing ragged. "You wanted my attention? You got it. Right here, right now."

Your body obeyed, shuddering with pleasure as she climaxed, your inner walls clenching around him. He groaned, his movements becoming more erratic as he chased his own release. The sound of your passion bounced off the marble walls, echoing through the empty hallway outside. It was a reminder of the passion that still burned between the two of you, despite the distance your busy lives had created.

You both came down from your highs, your breathing slowly returning to normal as Joe held you against him, your hands resting against the cool bathroom sink. "I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice still shaky from the intensity of your encounter.

Joe leaned in to kiss your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "Don't be. We both needed this." He pulled out of you gently, setting you upright to clean you up gently. You straightened out your clothes, trying to compose yourselves before returning to the dinner.

When you exited the bathroom, the tension between you had shifted. The awkwardness was gone, replaced with a newfound intimacy and understanding. You held hands as you walked back to the ballroom, your eyes meeting in a silent promise that you wouldn't let your busy lives come between you two again.

As you re-entered the buzzing room, the first person you saw was Tiffany, who was chatting with a group of people. Her eyes immediately darted to your joined hands and hazy eyes. You felt a smug satisfaction at the slight flicker of jealousy in the assistant's gaze. But you pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on Joe and the rest of the night ahead of you.

Joe steered you to your table, and you noticed that the dinner had progressed to dessert without you. The other guests were engaged in lively conversations, oblivious to the passionate interlude the two of you had just shared. You couldn't help but feel a bit rebellious, a bit wild, knowing that while everyone else was munching on chocolate tiramisu, you had just been properly fucked by your fiancé in the bathroom.

You sat down and picked at your desserts, Joe occasionally squeezing your hand under the table. The rest of the evening passed in a blur of small talk and forced smiles, but you couldn't shake the feeling that Tiffany's eyes kept finding you, lingering a second too long on the lean into each other or the occasional kiss you shared.

As the dinner wound down and guests began to disperse, Joe leaned in, whispering, "Let's get out of here." The excitement in his voice was palpable, and you found yourself smiling genuinely for the first time that evening.

"What about Tiffany? She's not ready to leave," you whispered, glancing at Joe's assistant who was still deep in conversation.

"She's a big girl," Joe said with a firmness in his voice that made your stomach flutter. "We need some time alone."

"Joe," you warned, your voice a mix of amusement and concern. "You can't just leave her here."

He leaned closer, his breath tickling your ear. "Why not? She's a smart girl, she can handle herself."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smirk that played on your lips. "Fine. But you're telling her we're leaving."

Joe leaned back in his chair, his own smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "My pleasure." He stood, his movements graceful despite his towering height. He approached Tiffany, and you watched as he tapped her on the shoulder. The young assistant's smile faltered when she saw who it was, the new glow in his features unmistakeable.

"Tiffany, we're heading out," Joe said, his voice firm but not unkind. "I know you're not ready to leave yet. But when you are, just order an Uber. It's on me, you can Venmo me in the morning."

Tiffany's expression tightened, and she nodded, trying to play it cool, but the sting of being ditched was clear in her eyes. You felt a twinge of guilt, but you couldn't bring herself to care much. Like Joe said, she was a smart girl, and it didn't take much to see the sexual tension floating between an engaged couple.

The two of you made your way through the lobby, giggling to each other as you tried to slip out under the radar. An older man passed by, giving you a knowing smile. "Looks like the night's just getting started for you two," he said with a wink.

Joe's arm tightened around your waist as he replied, "You could say that," with a mischievous grin. "I'm taking my wife home." The man chuckled before continuing on his way, leaving you to your own devices.

"Wife? Already?" You teased, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “I was promised another ring, Mr. Burrow.”

"Might as well get used to calling you that," Joe said, a hint of possessiveness in his tone that sent a thrill through you. “The ring will come in due time, Mrs. Burrow.”

You stepped outside into the cool Cincinnati evening, the sounds of the city muffled by the plush hotel lobby behind you. The valet pulled up with Joe's sleek black sports car, and you couldn't help but feel like a teenager again, sneaking out for a date with your forbidden boyfriend. You drove through the city streets, the tension in the car thick with unspoken words and lingering passion.

Back home, you didn't bother with small talk. The moment you were through the door, Joe scooped you into his arms and carried you upstairs in a bridal carry to your bedroom. Your kisses were deep, your touches exploratory, as if you were discovering each other all over again.

"Joseph," you scolded as he tossed you onto the plush king-sized bed, your bodies tangling together as he followed you down. His broader, more muscular body covered yours completely. Your heart swirled with arousal at the thought of him towering over you, claiming you as his wife as he did earlier. 

He kissed you deeply, his hands exploring the curves of your body as if he hadn't touched you in years instead of just an hour. Your fingers danced over his chest, feeling the familiar strength beneath the fabric of his shirt, your desire for him growing with every beat of your heart.

"I think we have some unfinished business," Joe murmured against your neck, his voice deep and filled with desire as his hands continued to roam over your body. His mouth trailed hot kisses along your collarbone, making you arch into him with a gasp.

Your own hands found their way to his shirt buttons, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against yours. As the fabric parted, you could see the outline of his muscles, the result of countless hours of training and hard work. You ran your fingertips over his chest, feeling his heart race beneath your touch. It was a powerful reminder that, despite his rigorous schedule, he was all yours.

"Open those pretty legs for me," Joe groaned, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, pushing your body up even further on the bed and tearing your panties away.

You eagerly complied, your heart pounding in anticipation as Joe's eyes darkened with lust. He kissed down your body, peppering your skin with kisses that left a trail of fire in their wake. When his mouth reached your pussy, you bucked your hips upward, desperate for his touch. His tongue slid along your slit, teasing your clit before delving deeper. Your moans grew louder, filling the quiet room, as he feasted on you, bringing you to the brink of another orgasm.

"Fuck, baby," you whispered as Joe's tongue swirled around your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You couldn't believe how much you needed this, how much you craved his touch after being entrenched in your busy life. Your body felt alive again, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as Joe worked his magic on you.

"Yes, Joe," you moaned, your hips rocking against his face as Joe's skilled mouth brought you closer to climax. You felt him smile against you, the movement sending a fresh wave of pleasure through you. You were lost in the sensation, your body trembling as you reached for his hair, gripping the short strands in your fists.

"Yes, yes," you panted, your body writhing under Joe's relentless attention. His tongue was a masterful tool, bringing you closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. You could feel the tension building within you, your toes curling and your grip on his hair tightening as you approached your peak.

"I'm gonna come," you warned, your voice breathless. "Baby, please don't stop. I need you so bad."

Joe's only response was a low growl of approval, his mouth working faster as he felt your body tense beneath him. He knew you were close, he could taste it in the sweetness of your arousal. With one final, lingering lick, you shattered, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. Joe looked up at you, his eyes gleaming with pride and lust as he watched you come apart in his arms.

You collapsed back onto the bed, panting and trembling, your eyes fluttering shut. Joe didn't waste any time, quickly shedding his own clothes before sliding between your legs. He positioned himself at your entrance, his cock thick and hard with desire.

"Look at you," Joe murmured, his voice thick with lust. His eyes traced the lines of your body, taking in every inch of you like it was the first time all over again. "So beautiful, all mine. Never seen anyone so fucking perfect."

You felt your body warm at his words, your eyes snapping open to meet his. "Joe," you whispered, your voice a plea for more as you felt him nudge against your entrance. He slid in slowly, filling you completely, making you gasp with the sudden fullness.

Your rhythm was slow at first, a gentle rocking that grew in intensity with every beat of your hearts. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, your nails digging into his back. Joe's eyes never left yours, the love and desire in his gaze setting you alight. You moved together in perfect harmony, your bodies speaking a language that only the two of you understood.

"Joey," you whispered, your voice strained with need as his hips rocked into you steadily. His thrusts grew stronger, more demanding. The bed beneath you creaked with the force of your passion, the only sound in the room your ragged breaths and the slick sounds of skin on skin.

Your voice cut off with a strangled moan as he hiked your thighs up higher. Your calves now rested on his broad shoulders, as your pelvises cushioned against each other. 

“What is it baby?” Joe questioned softly against your parted lips, your breaths mingling together in whispers of moans. “You know I’d give you whatever you need. Just ask.”

"Tell me you love me," you breathed, your eyes locked on Joe's. 

His pupils dilated, and he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours.

"I love you, beautiful. So fucking much," he growled, his voice a mix of passion and frustration at the same time. "You're mine, and I'm yours. No one else." His words were punctuated by his hips, driving into you with a ferocity that mirrored the emotions churning within you.

"Only yours," you repeated, your voice a breathy whisper as Joe's cock slammed into you, each stroke hitting a spot deep inside that sent you spiraling towards another climax. The words resonated within you, a departure from the insecurity that had plagued you earlier in the evening.

"Fuck, Joey," you moaned, feeling the pressure build inside you once again. Your nails dug into his back, urging him to go harder, faster. "Don't stop, baby, don't ever stop."

Your movements grew more frantic, the passion between you a live wire, sparking and crackling in the air. Joe's muscles bulged with effort as he drove into you, each stroke hitting deeper than the last. The room grew hazy with lust, the only reality the feel of your bodies joined together.

"I don't want you to ever doubt how much I love you," Joe said through gritted teeth, his eyes stuck on your pleasure-ridden face. He pushed into you, each thrust a declaration of his love and ownership. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt the familiar tightness begin to coil within you for the third time that night. "Not when I'm with you, not when I'm at work, not when I'm around anyone else."

Your lovemaking grew more intense with every word, each one a promise that resonated through your soul. The feeling of him inside you was more than just physical; it was a reaffirmation of your commitment, a reminder of your bond. Your nails raked down Joe's back, leaving a trail of red in their wake. Your legs tightened around him, pulling him closer, as if you could somehow fuse your bodies into one.

"I fuck you too hard?" Joe smirked, his voice strained as he felt your tight grip on him. He knew you were close, your breath hitching in your throat, your eyes screwed shut with pleasure.

"Too good?" He continued his relentless pace, his hips slapping against yours. You could only nod, your mouth forming a silent "yes" as you rode the wave of ecstasy. Your legs trembled around him, your body begging for more.

“Want me to fill you up, baby?” His mouth kept running as his voice became more strained with effort.

"Fuck, yes," you gasped out, your eyes flying open to meet Joe's intense gaze. You could feel your orgasm building, your muscles clenching around his cock. The way he filled you, the way he claimed you with every stroke, it was more than you could handle.

"How could you ever doubt me baby?" Joe whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he drove into you even deeper. 

His lips found your neck, biting at the soft flesh and soothing the pain with the flick of his tongue until you were squirming beneath him. "How could you doubt me when this good cock is just for you, huh?"

Your eyes rolled back in your head as another orgasm ripped through you without warning, your body tightening around Joe's cock. He groaned, feeling your pussy pulse with pleasure as he picked up the pace, driving into you faster and harder. The sound of your bodies colliding filled the room, the bed shaking beneath you as you both gave yourselves over to the moment.

Joe felt his own release building, the pressure at the base of his spine growing with every stroke. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, your teeth clashing together as you lost yourselves together. He could feel your pussy clench around him, milking his cock, and with a struggle of a moan, he came, filling you with his warmth.

For a moment, you two lay there, panting and trembling, your hearts racing. Then Joe pulled out of you, collapsing beside you on the bed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as you both fought to catch your breaths. You felt his heart thud against your chest, the steady beat a reassurance of his love and commitment.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you come," Joe murmured, his voice still thick with desire as he kissed the side of your neck. You couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the aftermath of your lovemaking. 

Moments later, you leaned back into his broad chest as you soaked in the warm water of your bathtub. Your bodies tangled together, the only sound your ragged breaths and the occasional whisper of love and reassurance. The tension from earlier had melted away, replaced by a comfort and closeness that you hadn't felt in weeks. You knew your schedules were hectic, but moments like these reminded you why you had agreed to marry Joe in the first place.

"You know I don't doubt you, Joe," you murmured against his shoulder, your voice sleepy with satisfaction. "Tiffany's behavior today was weird. And I felt guilty about my feelings and I took it out on you."

Joe sighed, his arms tightening around you. "I’m sorry we’ve been so distant, baby. I'll talk to her. I hated seeing you so upset." He kissed the top of your head.

"Thank you," you mumbled, snuggling closer to him. Despite your exhaustion, you knew that talking about Tiffany had brought the issue back to the surface. But Joe's embrace made you feel safe, and you allowed yourself to relax into the comfort of his arms.

"It's not just her," Joe began, his voice serious. "I know I've been distant, with the season and everything. But you're my priority, always." His fingers traced lingering patterns into your ribcage under the water. "I don't want anything to come between us."

Your heart swelled at his words, his voice devoid of any sign of doubt. "I know you don't," you said softly. "We'll do better, baby. I know we can."

Joe nodded, a serious look crossing his features. "We will. I promise." He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. The silence was a welcome comfort, the weight of your promises lingering in the air.

[smallraindrops-blog]

Sacred Ingredients

Zagreus/Male!reader 

Fandom: Hades (2019 game)

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: There was a new cook in the house

warnings: Implied reader death, no beta.

Notes:

The fic that is the reason yall have been seeing so many food posts lately.

This is the first response for the wholesome Zagreus x male reader request. I took my time with this since I wasn’t sure if I was following the prompt.

To the anon, thanks for the wait. If this isn’t what you wanted, please lmk and I will be happy to redo it. I do hope you enjoy this one.

Important: often people would use other names for the gods to avoid bringing unnecessary attention to themselves. Our reader is one of those people.

Enjoy!

~

One of your first memories was of your Mom holding a small bit of cake between her fingers. 

It was made of thin layers of dough, heavy with sheep cheese, crushed nuts and honey, so heavy with it that the dipping honey caught the sunlight just before you bit in.

Sweet. Creamy. Nutty. All combining together in your mouth as you chew.

You groaned in pure delight as she laughed, getting you a plate with a much bigger piece. See? I told you that you would like it. Mama is never wrong. Not with food.

Just like that, food had became your life. To you, there was no better way to say ‘I love you’ than by cooking someone a good meal.

You learned how to perfectly roast fishes, how to stuffed chicken, the right moment to add herbs or how to use olive oils or butter to add rich flavors to the dish. You learned how to knead the bread, how to time the rise just right and the best spots in the stone ovens to place the loaf. 

Food was everything. It was the bittersweet memory of your mama’s hand on your cheek after a sickness took her far too soon, it was a way to feed your family while working hard as a fisherman, it was a way to earn your place among warriors and kings. 

You loved all of it, even as the other men had scoffed at you for enjoying women’ work. However they never turned away a meal you cooked, at home or in the war tents.

The very last thing you cooked, a recipe your mama taught you, was a simple bread, meant for dipping in wine. 

Barley flour. Dry yeast from the grapes. Then you added the simple spice mix you came up with and always added in. The one that had people waiting outside for your bakery before the markets opened.

Parsley. Rosemary. Oregano. Garlic cloves smashed up and added into the bread, and just a little dash of salt.

You had set one aside for yourself for later.

You never got to eat it. 

~

When the news came that the terrifying god of the underworld was looking for a new cook, you didn’t hesitate.

To get a spot in the house of the gods was prime time. It meant respect, a place to live and most importantly it meant regular income. That was money you can send to your mama and sisters so they can get into a better area of Asphodel.

You had spent hours over the cake. 

You made sure that each layer of the dough was perfect, thin and flakey with a satisfying bite, that the cheese was the perfect amount of tangy creaminess, that nuts were crushed to the right size, that the honey was placed in the perfect spot to complement the cheese and nuts.

This had to work because your family worked hard to get the coin to order such things from the expensive shop of the boatman.

Even the neighbors had pitched in, with the promise that you will pay them back.

You took a nervous breath as you shifted on your feet, winced as the terrifying King of Below tossed aside the meal someone brought him, promptly dismissing them. 

“And another one bites the dust.” The sleep god muttered as he crossed something off a list.

He looked up, blinking heavy downturned eyes at them. You and the other commoners were careful to keep their gazes low, not willing to show any disrespect to any of the gods.

The gentle one huffed and gestured for the one before you to go ahead. You were up after this, assuming that the person before you didn’t have something amazing. 

The underworld King made a loud gagging sound and wordlessly dismissed the shade. Gentle one only clicked his tongue as he crossed out another line and shook his head, white curls flopping around. 

“Good luck, buddy.” He told you with a cheerful grin, using his quill to point to the desk.

Did the gods normally call people buddy?

With a deep breath, you went to the looming desk, feeling like you were meeting the fates themselves. 

“And what is this?” The King of those below growled, his haunting eyes locked onto you like a predatory bird. His hellhound shifted next to him, their three noses twitching at the food.

“This is a plakous, my lord.” You said, proud that your voice was stronger than you expected. “Made with wheat dough, rich honey-“

The King held up a large hand and you stopped speaking, fearing you had already lost your chance. A shade took the plate from you and brought it to their master. 

You held your breath as he took the first bite, your heart no longer beat but you swore you felt it in that moment, slamming against your chest. He chewed slowly and his bloody red eyes slowly went wide.

A hush fell over the grand hall.

Then the King did something he didn’t do with any other meal, he went back for a second bite.

After that bite, he peered down at you for a long, long time.

“Is this all you can cook?” His voice broke over you like thunder. You shook your head, your hands curled up nervously 

“No, my lord. I have created meals for kings and I can cook many things. Meat of all kinds. And bread, vegetables and so on.” You wished you were a more eloquent man, but that had never been needed before.

Not to mention such an education was beyond your reach.

And your food alway did the talking for you. 

The king took a third bite then tossed the rest to the hellhound, the animal eating in a single swipe of its tongue. The tail wagged once, thumping on the floor. 

The Wealthy One nodded slowly.  “You may start today.”

~

The kitchen size alone would have made your mama weep with joy. The amount of fresh produce, herbs and clean grains along with plenty of meat made your jaw drop. 

You clapped your hand together in thought then…You hit the ground running. 

There was an endless list of tasks to be done before the kitchen would be ready to open and you went through all the tasks with horse blinders on, determination fueling you.

The first meal you officially served Master was a few of salted and peppered trout with a garlic lemon sauce with butter and herbs along with a hearty lentils soup, warm sourdough bread for the soup and sauce.

You added a fresh cucumber salad along with a large plate filled with cheeses and fruits that would compliment the fish.

When the plates came back, clean of even a drop of sauce, you felt something loosen in your chest. 

~

Eventually you began to learn the house's routine and the many shades. You learned to always have some type of bread readied with olive oil. 

You learned what went fast and what you had to jazz up to get rid of. 

The most important lesson you had learned in life and one that remained unchanged even now was that most souls just wanted something that tasted like home. 

It was toward the end of the kitchen hours when you heard someone take a seat.

Even at this late hour and working alone, you weren’t one to turn away a hungry soul so after wiping your hands on your apron, you turned with a smile.

“Welcome! What can I…” your words trailed off, your eyes going wide as you realized who was sitting in one of the barstools.

The Prince of the underworld gave you an exhausted, crooked grin. There was a curious gleam in those mismatched eyes, the strong lines of his cheeks softened by the dim lights of the lounge.

He was inhumanly beautiful in the ways all divine beings were.

But there was something different to his handsomeness.

Unlike the soft loveliness of Sleep, the sleek grace of the Fury or the dark shocking beauty of Night herself, this god before looked almost moral like. It was his eyes that revealed his godhood. It was the power in his broad shoulders.

You were surprised by how much you liked it.

“So you are the new cook everyone is raving about.” The Prince said, leaning on his forearms to peer at you. You saw the strength in his arms, his quick grace as he moved. Strong and muscular with thick tendons upward from the knuckles. 

It was clear this god was a warrior of a sort.

Your eyes flickered down in embarrassment when you realized you were being disrespectful in your staring. 

“I believe so, your highness.” You said, bowing your head in a show of respect for his position. “How may I serve you?” 

“Honestly?” The Prince leaned, scanning the area behind you. “Whatever you have will work. The last cook we had working here would just give us sliced onions if we came in this late. Once he gave Hypnos a single apple peel for daring to ask for something else.”

He sounded amused, chuckling to himself at the memory. It was a nice laugh, deep and rich.

You couldn’t imagine being so rude to the gods. Your mom was a pious woman and even a quiet sigh during prayers would get you a disapproving look.

With a nod, you went to get the Prince his meal and drink.

Thankfully you had a leftover trout and tossed one onto the grill to cook as you prepared a bowl of cabbage for him, added in spices along with honey vinegar and silphium.

You had some bread and garlic cheese so you plated those as well with olives and grapes.

You decided to give him a rich red that most enjoyed, filling it up to the brim.

“Oh wow.” The prince muttered as you set everything in front of him and with a bow, you rushed back to the fish, flipping it over. Once it was ready with some garlic butter sauce, you brought it to him. 

“Please let me know if you would like for me to serve you more or cook something else for you.” You told him and the prince blinked at you, his mouth filled with bread and cheese. 

The prince waved a hand before you left him for his meal. He drank the wine deeply before placing it back down. You immediately refilled it. “This is plenty, my good shade. Thank you.”

With a respectful nod, you resumed cleaning up the kitchen. Counters got wiped down, supplies restocked but it wasn’t the usual relaxing routine it normally was.

You felt the weight of those divine eyes on you. The Prince was quiet as he ate but you caught quick glimpses of his curious gaze on the shine of the plates, or reflection in your knives.

It was only when the Prince left that you let yourself breathe.

~

Master liked large meals but only if they could be eaten quickly. The only thing you had been warned never to add was pomegranates. No one would tell you why.

The Gorgon, the creature was surprisingly sweet for all the horrible tales you heard of her kind, ate in a rush as well.

If you were smarter, maybe you could have made a clever joke about how the lowest server and the King of the Underworld ate the same way.

But one look into her smiling face held your tongue. She was always kind so you would be so in return.

The Fury was a regular companion of hers, requesting simple meals of fish and some types of roasted vegetables. Mostly she would drink deeply, often you would have a pitcher of wine put aside for her. 

Sometimes Dreaded Death would join her, unwelcoming to all and cool. He rarely ordered any food, his fingers drumming on the table sounded like funeral marches to your ears. 

His twin was the complete opposite, Gentle Sleep had a sweet tooth unlike anything else you have seen. Often he would ignore the dinner option altogether and eat slices of cake, candied figs or honeycombs. 

If you weren’t careful around the god, plates of cookies that were meant for the whole house would go missing around him. 

You still haven’t found the last two plates he stole from you.

And...

There was The Prince himself. 

He was a regular now, always sitting close to wherever your work station was that day. He also was the only one who ate anything you put on a plate for him, and would shove the meal into his mouth like a starving creature. You always made sure to give him larger servings.

“Tell me your name.”  He ordered you one day. His tone was deep, firm. Making it clear he wouldn’t take no for an answer.  “You keep feeding me delicious food, no matter the hour. And I don't know what to call you.”

Then he added with raised eyebrows, sounding more like a playful suitor than a Chthonic god. “Please?”

You considered it, your hands still on the bowl of the hardy stew just placed before the god. You stared at the stew for a moment, then at him.

Or just past him, not willing to meet the god’s eyes, life and death danced in those unusual eyes of his.

You were a moral, a simple one at that. 

You never picked up a sword, never learned all the fancy learnings that a prince might, never learned much beyond what you needed to but you knew names had powers, could decide whole destinies before a babe even wailed out their first cry. 

Names could summon the gods themselves.

Quietly, you told him.

The prince grinned at you, his smile fierce and beautiful like a victorious lion. Your breath hitched, forgetting that one was to never look the gods in the eye.

Then the next words he spoke early jumped started your heart into beating once more. 

“It suits you, my good cook. Call me Zagreus.” 

~

Later, alone in the kitchen, recipes laid in front of you, you tried to will yourself to focus.

Schooling was too costly for your family especially after your Mother’s death. Your reading went far as basic words and numbers, just enough to get by in the markets.

You never needed much. 

Right now, however, the recipes might as well be another language. 

You were too lost in thought, several times you had already caught yourself even daring to think The Prince’s name in your mind.

What would happen if you dare to…

Zagreus.

A soft noise came behind you and You whirled around, glancing everywhere as if expecting him to appear right behind you. 

He didn’t. 

You realized you heard the sounds of the Wretched Broker restocking his shelves. Thankfully, he was too busy to realize that the House’s cook had gone mad simply by learning a God’s name. 

Maybe you should start wearing a pot on your head.

“Zagreus.” You whispered, fingernails digging your palm nervously. “Zagreus.”

When the god didn’t appear, you didn’t know if you were disappointed or relieved.

~

Slowly, you learned more. 

There were the loud fights between Father and Son that would cause the house to rattle. Many shades would escape into the lounge, hands over their ears.

”Tell me, do you get along with your father?” Zagreus grumbled, his plate cleared of any crumbs. His legs were bouncing, filled with an endless energy you knew you would never be able to match. 

“No.” You said, not wanting to think of that man. You knew he was somewhere in the underworld but the less you knew, the better. “I suspect few do.”

Once, over a glass of white wine and a simple meal of sourdough bread and warm vegetable soup, He told you was looking for his mother.  

“You will find her. I know you will.” You told him quietly, holding his stare. “Have faith, Zagreus.”

Another time, over a cake from a new recipe you came up with, Zagreus asked about you. Maybe it was the exhaustion after a successful dinner rush but you told him everything. 

His smile was warm, his eyes watchful of your every move as you told him of your family and their new place you brought for them. 

Your cheeks flushed when you realized he was staring at you.

“I will have to stop by then.” He teased, his hand almost brushing against yours. 

“Yes.” You agreed in a whisper, your mouth suddenly dry.

~

“Cook me your favorite meal.” Zagreus ordered one day, not even bothering to sit down. You lifted a cool eyebrow, well used to his impulsiveness by now.  

“Hello, Zagreus.” You greeted dryly, wiping your hands on your apron, not actually that upset.

Not too long ago, you would have wilted from the thought of being so playful with a divine creature but things changed.

Zagreus brought it out of you somehow simply by being himself. 

“I am doing well, thank you.” You continued to teased despite his oddly serious expression.

Zagreus blinked, then chuckled with a bright grin. “I am a horrible influence on you, I fear.”

You laughed, cheeks flushing at his smile. “I am afraid so, your Highness. Now what is this about a favorite meal?”

“Yours. I want to know what your favorite food is.” 

“Oh.” You grabbed an apple, rolling it in your hands for something to do. Butterflies dancing in your stomach as Zagreus leaned in, his hands on the counter. This close, you caught the scent of copper.

unwillingly, your gaze tangled with his, caught like a fly in a complex web. A stray thought reached you, could a mere fly understand the geometric structure, beauty of such things?

You swallowed nervously. “It’s nothing special, Zagreus. Just something my mom cooked up for me.”

Zagreus narrowed his eyes, his jaw firm in his resolve. “Excellent, then. I trust you have all the ingredients you need?”

You nodded but opened your mouth to dissuade the prince from his idea, however he was already walking away, “I expect a meal to be waiting for me when I get back!”

~

One day, staring at a wooden spoon in your hand, cake batter dipping from the tip, you realized that Zagreus had became someone very, very dear to you. 

Morals and gods didn't mix together well. At least, not for the morals. Cracked eggs and spilled milk and all left would be a big mess with no one to clean it. 

What did it mean when a shade, a mere ghost of who you were, was in love with a god that shone like the sun, whose very presence made you felt like you were alive once more?

~

When Zagreus returned, his hair was still damp from the Styx river and you had to look away from his beauty.

Quietly, you put the final touches on your favorite meal. You swallowed nervously as you picked up the plate and went over to him. 

Thin layers of dough. Creamy cheese. Crushed nuts. Honey.

A long ago memory of your mom's smiling face as she watched you take a bite. Sunlight made her golden and immortal in that singular moment in your very heart.

You offered it up like the cake was a sacrifice, like you were offering yourself up to the god to make the final decision of the worth of your mortal soul.

“This is the first thing I can remember my mom making for me.” You whispered, your work rough fingers curled nervously against the counter. “This meal is what got me a job here. I got to know you because of this cake.”

Zagreus took a small bite, then closed his eyes in bliss. He said your name with a weight that you never heard before. 

When he looked at you, his expression gentle and hopelessly fond, there was no need for more words. 

~

When he kissed you for the first time, he tasted like home. 

[carelessflower]

sunday recap 👚💅🏻

literally play all day lmaooo

me and my friend set up a date for today so we go have jjambbong ramen near the place. we also have some crispy pork with sweet and sour sauce. the noodle get a 10 while the pork get a 9. it the smallest portion on the menu yet it enough for two. also everyone get one fried egg and I mix it with kimchi, sweet and spicy sauce, chilli and soy sauce 9/10

next there was like a festival in range of the lunar new year and that our main destination, look at home crowded with shop and shoppers lmaoo

the many many outfit i have tried on, plus the one shirt I thought was cute (the blue one).

white lace shirt: so close to buying it but I remember I already bought one I similar style literally this week

red bow shirt: they got some get-two shirts with half-the-price thing going on but it like so skin tight

yellow shirt: I love big ruffle collar so bad but this one one size smaller than mine :((

black dress: again with big ruffle collar that doesn't suit me but I want them anyway. my friend said it make me look like victorian maid

gingham dress: kinda giving cottagecore flowers on hair maiden

what i bought...this is 2$...if you wanna yell at me...consider i am very beautiful and smart

some random stuff i saw browsing through the market. lmaooo look at that shirt and that store. also the bracelet is cute but way out of budget. the necklace look cute too but I already got too many jewelry. and the perfume:DD love sugar baby and something like called sexy, and some tea scent. the tea scent istg is a dupe of matcha meditation like bergamot, tea, white chocolate. maybe im considering hmmmmmmmmm it cheaper than matcha meditation

then me and friend went to mixue for some milktead (black sugar boba tea btw 7.5/10 wayyy too sweet) and got this little blindbag figure...it look like discounted chocolate candy. then we ordered like thai style spicy and sour chicken feet and cause the boba tea didn't allow outside food so we gotta go to the park near that and then there only one pair of chopsticks and then we drop it and gotta share using a stick. fun.

at least when we dropped sauce all over our hand we decided to go to the mall near there and it the right decision cause I gotta satisfied my perfume crave by going around sniffling again, these stores I never got the chance before! look at my trophy

hmmm first one i checked is diptyque , the candle smell amazing btw. for the perfume I like most of it cause it very natural subtle scent. check some stuff people rave about. didn't like l'eau papier that much, something about it was giving mineral to me. fleur de peau is good tho (alec scent btw). glad I didn't order philosykos out of hype cause I discover I dislike fig note so much lmaooo. love love eau duelle and do son. warm vanilla cake and very sophisticated white floral, which once again alec would use dont @ me

next is jo malone. their spray test papers are so cute. peony & blush is still so pretty, and I'll add bluebell into my wishlist. not very long lasting tho

tried delina exclusif and it definitely more rose than lyche compared to of delina. need to come back and smell other bottles tho. did smell meliora cause they said they dont have valaya in stock and it very much giving ice queen

when i saw memo paris stall i cheer, i laugh, i giggle. most definitely i finally got a verdict for sintra memo, which I almost ordered a sample before. it suck ASS bigger than alec's btw. smell like rotten milk with rotten dried fruits. i clearly dodge a bullet. smell marfa and madurai and it sooooooo alecore mecore me so genius core. inle are pretty and siwa is my type (sweet vanilla)

there some launching pop-up for a hair curling iron brand and like they were doing it for free and I thought why not. first pick freshly iron second pic was after 1-2 hours. i can say curly hair doesn't suit me lmaooooo

dinner with noodle cause im outta money

[toxictoad]

I want to marry someone and we're best friends and we sleep in the same bed but I never have to have sex with them and they listen to me talk about things I like and they hold me at night and they let me take care of them and they meet my family and I hold their hand and people don't understand us but it's okay because we understand each other. I'll write when I feel like it and I'll get published in my forties and have a cult following of readers but they don't know what my face looks like and they send me physical mail and I keep it all in a room on a huge corkboard and I make a collage out of the mail and I write responses whenever I can and place lipstick kisses and perfume on the letters. I dress in seventies clothes and go to farmer's markets and eat a pomegranate in a king sized bed. I take a nap in a hammock and watch dragonflies land on flowers. I hug my siblings and I invite them over for mocktails and rice pudding. I read classics and fanfiction and poetry and memoirs. I forgive my parents. I play video games. I tell people to vote. I tell people to be kind. I sing in the shower and I'm not embarrassed about it. I smile every day. My partner and my friends and my family come over and eat and laugh and it's good. I get enough sleep. I have a cat. I get told 'I love you' every day. I dance in the rain. I get top surgery and hormones. I cry sometimes but it's okay. I have a garden. I take my meds. People hug me. I'm warm. I get glasses in fun colors and shapes. I'm safe. I still have all my stuffed animals. I have a therapist that I like. My body still hurts a little bit but it's doing better. I'm proud of what I do. I have fuzzy socks. I spend a lot of time at the library. There's a local restaurant that I really like. People around town know who I am but they don't know my name. I get to take the train places. I wear wigs sometimes just for fun. I don't have kids and people ask why and I tell them something different every time. I live a long life. I grow old and grey and my joints crack and I look like my grandparents but I still love musicals and cartoons. I buy yellow pants at the thrift store. I die surrounded by my friends. People come to my funeral, but there's no casket. There's no dark colors. My ashes are mixed with the ashes of the letters people sent me. They're made into a little glass sculpture of a cat. My funeral has cake, and my favorite music. There's a bouncy castle. People are laughing. Kids run around and they don't quite understand yet, but that's okay. People talk about my books. My sister gives a speech. There's a mocktail bar. Everyone gets a bag of my favorite chips. People grow old and they die. The little glass cat gets put into storage. It gets donated to a thrift store. A little girl walks into the thrift store and sees it, and begs her mom for it because she thinks it's cool. She keeps it until she's out of college, and she knocks it off her desk one day and it shatters. That's okay, even if she's a little sad about it. Someone reads one of my books and they like it. They write a letter, but I'm not there to read it. I smile anyways.

[britswriting]

Fallen For You | H.S AU - One

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Rancher!HarryxPlus-sized!OC

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🦋Delaney🦋

Finding out your crush for the past 5 years is finally working on your family Ranch almost sent me into cardiac arrest. 

The first time I met Harry, I knew he was attractive; but he was the new guy and I knew everyone would fawn over him. I mean, just look at him!

Dreamy hair, dreamy eyes, dreamy muscles.... but then I didn't see him again.

It wasn't until he moved to the Rickman's ranch that the feelings developed. I started seeing him anytime I had to deliver milk, or bread. 

Sure my feet might've dragged a little bit, or my gaze lingered just a second too long, but he never acknowledged it; having been too busy discussing things with Chase Rickman, and my dad.

For years my dad has been trying to get Harry to move ranches. Swindle Harry a good deal, tell him that he didn't have to be treated like meat and muscle for the strict Ranch owner or the Ranch owners daughters. The Rickman's were basically slave owners. The only difference is they paid well; something the rest of the town couldn't compete with.

Was a good paycheck worth being treated like shit? 

I sometimes questioned what Harry got out of it. Was being overworked and sexually harassed worth a warm bed and a good meal if you could get it from somewhere else? I question his integrity. His self worth and just how badly he needed a well paying paycheck. Especially in a town that ran off of getting ingredients from your neighbors.

The questions only rose when my dad burst through the kitchen door three weeks ago announcing he had finally gotten Harry Styles to agree to leave the Rickman's ranch with a few conditions.

1: He would have his own living quarters; meaning we had a lot of work to do.

2: He would have a warm meal each night

3: He would have one day off a week, preferably Sunday's which rose the question "Is he religious?"

"Mm! That's good, Laney." My twin sister Wrenlynn hummed, sneaking another swipe of my batter.

"Stop!" I whined, swiping the mixing bowl away from her, holding it protectively at my side. "It's not for you!" I scowled, turning to work at the other side of the counter.

"Yeah, yeah. It's for Mr. Cowboy." She teased, her smug grin painting a blush across my cheeks, my nose wrinkling as I shook my head. "Shut up! It is too!" She laughed, inching closer to me as I ignored her, "You know he doesn't mingle with his employers, right?"

"Good thing I'm not his employer then." I quipped back, "Dad and Grandma are."

"Be serious, Delaney! Don't embarrass yourself like the Rickman girls!" Wrenlynn warned as I spooned the brownie batter into an oblong cake pan. "Can I have the spoon at least?" She pleaded, sitting down on the backless black metal swivel barstool.

I passed her the spoon, shoving the pan into the oven as I set a timer, Wrenlynn speaking up again, "Come on Laney. Don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad." I mumbled, taking a deep breath, turning to look over at her, my voice fell soft, "You compared me to the Rickman's."

Allison and Natalie Rickman were girls around our age who lived two ranches over from us. Their dad had coaxed Harry to work for them and word quickly traveled around town at the disgusting things the girls did to get his attention. Things like making off handed sexual comments, to walking by windows naked where he was working. How can Wrenlynn compare me making him brownies to practically shoving my tits in his face?

"Delaney, I didn't say you were the Rickman's. I said don't be the Rickman's."

"I'm not!" I frowned, "I just made brownies. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing's wrong with making brownies, Delaney. It's just... you've done a lot." She noted, "You worked your ass off in that guest house with mom. I mean, Mimi said you were barely at the market lately! He's just another stupid boy, Delaney. Don't bust your ass for a guy who won't care."

"You don't know that he won't care." I argued back, shrinking a little when Wren tossed me a look. "Okay, okay! This is the last thing I'll make!" I swore, insecurity creeping up as I scanned the plethora of baked goods I made. "To be fair, some of these are for the market!"

"How many are for the market?"

"Uh.." I chewed on my lower lip, scanning the baked goods.

"Delaney! He's gonna be diabetic if you give him all that! We're out of flour and sugar ya know?! Pick one that you give to him, the rest needs to go to the market."

"How can I pick just one?! What if he doesn't like it?!" I worried, Wrenlynn groaning.

"Oh my god, it's not that serious!"

"It is too! First impressions mean everything, Wrenlynn!"

"Delaney! He isn't going to remember you at all!" She shouted, my eyes widening as my lips parted, Wrenlynn quickly matching my expression. "Delaney..." She said softly, tears welling up in my eyes and I nodded, trying to pull myself together.

"No. You're right. It can all go to the market." I mumbled, slipping past her and quickly pushing open the wooden storm door, hearing it slam behind me as I b-lined it down the path to the guest house only to abruptly stop, the sight of Harry and my dad conversing near the barn causing my breath to hitch.

I can't meet Harry like this!

I quickly spun around on my heel, coming to a halt again when my mom walked out the kitchen door, some sort of envelope in her hand.

"Delaney!" She grinned, "Come on, sweetheart! Let's go meet our new rancher." She urged, her hand grabbing my own as she pulled me with her.

"Mom! Please! I don't think that's a good idea!" I rushed, tripping over my own feet, struggling to keep up with her quick strides.

I could feel her eyes roll from a mile away, and before I knew it I was standing right in front of my crush, flushed cheeks and all as my father began to introduce us.

Oh god.

"Harry, this is my wife Theresa, and daughter Delaney." My dad pointed at us both as he said our name, Harry giving us a curt nod as my mom greeted him.

I stood there awkwardly until my moms big fat mouth opened again, "She's spent the past few days setting up the guest house, so if you have any questions about where things are, feel free to ask Delaney. I'm sure she'll be overjoyed to help you!"

Oh my god. Overjoyed? Really mom?! Can the ground just swallow me whole?

Might as well just tell the man I've been in love with him since I knew what a crush was!

Harry gave my mom another curt nod, focusing back on my dad.

Literally kill me.

"Feel free to get settled in tonight and we can start fresh tomorrow," Dad said. "Delaney will take you to your guest house." Why me? Dad turned to look at me, "Delaney, you have the key, correct?" Oh. That's why. I quickly nodded, swallowing the saliva that began to accumulate in the back of my throat as I looked away from the gorgeous man.

Harry was in some long — yet tight in all the right places — blue Jeans. They appeared worn at the knees, the material that covered his thighs had a tinge of brown brushed across them. Some slightly heeled ‐ what I can only assume to be cowboy boots, and an all white loose fitted shirt bunched up slightly at his belt buckle, raising an eyebrow from me. Why would you wear white? The fabric hugged his arms and pecks in a delicious way that caused my eyes to linger, before it became looser at his waist.

His dark brown hair in messy waves at the top of his head, appearing to be slightly damp. God imagine him showering... all wet with water dripping down his naked body; his hands running through his slick backed hair before grabbing his shampoo... When he turned to face my dad, I noticed his sides appeared to be recently shaven to give more of a faded look. My mouth watering all over again at the idea of running my hands through his curls, or leaving a lipstick mark against his fade—

Moms hand waving in front of my face cut my thoughts short as I heard, "Delaney? Earth to Lane!"

"Hm?" I hummed, feeling my face heat up as I felt his green eyes laser locked on me, a scowl etched into his godlike complexation.

God damnit Delaney.

"Please take Harry to his guest house," she said, and I swallowed yet again, nodding as I turned around to walk to what was now his residence on our ranch.

I peaked over my shoulder, seeing he was still standing with my parents; "Are you coming or not?" I yelled out, catching a quick glimpse of his eyebrows scrunching before I looked away, picking up my pace as my stomach began to whirl.

You did not just yell at him, Delaney! What are you thinking?

"First impressions mean everything" as you yell at him!

Stupid stupid stupid

"Already bustin' my balls huh?" His raspy voice made me jump.

God he walks fast.

"What?" I gasped, snapping my neck to look at him, the two of us walking in strides down the loose gravel path.

"You're bustin' my balls already" he repeated, his rich, buttery smooth drawl with the smallest undertone of rasp as he began talking, made my knees wobble.

"What do you mean?" I asked, worried I've already screwed the entire family over because I stupidly snapped at the devilishly handsome man.  

I so badly wanted to sit on a soft picnic blanket sprawled out in the luscious green grass field, his head in my lap as I played with his hair, feeding him strawberries and enjoying the beautiful sunshine and the sunkissed warmth that'd leave a beautiful golden tan imprinted on our skin. 

"First you daydream, and then yell at me as if we weren't all waiting on you." he snickered, my stomach clenching, a pit forming in my throat. 

Shit. Does he already think I'm annoying?

"Oh.. uh, sorry," I muttered. "I tend to um.. tune my dad out when he talks ranch stuff. You grow up around it, it's all you hear. Can get boring at times," I admitted. 

You did not just say that to a rancher, Delaney!

I couldn't help but mentally scold myself as I continued to fumble over everything I've told myself not to do. 

The silence began to get loud as my brain began to race.

Am I talking too much? Should I ask him about himself? Or is that a bad idea? and what does he mean by busting his balls? I wasn't giving him a hard time... right? Shit. was I? Delaney! You can't go bossing around the guy you've had a crush on since he moved into town! Dad will have my neck if I drive this boy away by my annoying habits after how much effort was put into getting this godsent rancher to occupy our now guest house.

"You're doing it again." he hummed, pulling me back into reality.

"Sorry um.. well.. this is uh, it." I stopped in front of a quite literal tiny house.

Silence was truly my worst enemy, and Harry Styles screamed it.

Was it too small? Did he want better? What were his previous ranchers' guest houses like?

Maybe he had those silk sheets royalty used, and those amazing thread count pajamas. Something so truly magical that this place looked like a pig's den to him. 

I eyed my crystal clear windows that I spent far too long washing, the fresh coat of white paint along the trim of the front door. Mimi and I even went out of our way to get a clean welcome mat outside the front door.

I thought it looked nice.

I mean, it looked better than it used to look. It was never really occupied, it was more so used as another storage shed all up until about two weeks ago when my dad dropped the news that Harry was officially and finally our new ranch hand, sending my family into full panic mode as we began to prepare for him.

The entire town knows how much of a pain in the ass he is. I mean, he's one of the best at what he does, which made up for how much manual labor we had to put into our ranch, making sure it was up to his standards by the time he got here. I've never seen my dad so stressed, or my grandma for that matter.

Finically, we couldn't risk it being anything but perfect. Harry leaving wasn't an option. 

"So is this just something you do? Space out so we can get nothing done? It's incredibly annoying," Harry stated. "Can I just have the key, and you can leave me alone and go daydream somewhere else?"

Oh.

It's incredibly annoying.

and you can leave me alone.

Go somewhere else.

Way to go Delaney. Took all of 10 minutes before you've gone and pissed him off. 

I wish I could say that was a new record.

"Sorry" I murmured, slipping the key out of my jean jacket, handing it to him. I watched him step up to the door, pushing the key in, "You have to shove it in and kinda push upwards. It uh, gets stuck sometimes. We'll fix it, promise." I instructed, my chest tightening when I heard him huff, attempting to follow instructions, a minute passed and he was still unable to open it. "Do you need help?" I offered.

I watched his shoulder blades tense under his shirt as his body stilled, an audible gulp being heard from me as my stomach fluttered, watching him struggle.

We're toast. This is it. This is his final straw with me—

"You fucking do it." He grumbled, leaving the key in the lock as he stepped away, standing behind me which his arms crossed over his chest.

I took the key out, pushing it back in, shoving it up and giving it a slight wiggle... oh, I guess I forgot that part, and twisting it to unlock it, the door opening.

"This shit is getting fixed tonight." Harry warned, shoving past me.

I apprehensively walked in with him, the floors practically glistening from their recent wash.

I placed the key on the white counter next to the door, Harry's muddy boots walking right across my freshly cleaned floors.

I cringed.

Hold your tongue, Delaney.

"This it?" He asked, turning to face me as he stood in the makeshift living room.

"Uh.. yeah. I uh, I know it isn't much–"

"You're fucking right it isn't." he scoffed, shaking his head. "Is there even a fucking bed in this dump?" He asked, or.. stated? I wasn't sure.

Dump?

I frowned, looking around our freshly cleaned, painted, and detailed guest house.

What was wrong with it?

Sure it was small, but I didn't think it was a dump.

I'd argue it was nicer, and much more up to date than our own farmhouse. 

At least this place had instant hot water unlike our farmhouse.

There's nothing quite like ending the day, covered in sweat, dirt, and god knows what else, having to wait 15 minutes on a good day for the hot water to MAYBE reach my shower. 

"The uh.. couch.. has a pull out bed." I started, watching his eyes quickly turn into a glare, "There are these uh.. stairs." I slipped off my shoes at the little mat in front of the door, careful not to slip on the clean floors in my socks as I walked to the door by the bathroom that was on the opposite side of the living room, a small set of low stairs leading from the bathroom door, "It's a loft like space? The ceiling is pretty low.. but I mean, you could put a mattress up there." I finished, my left hand resting on the rail as my right foot propped up on the step.

"So there's no actual bed." he stated, not bothering to even make it sound like a question.

This man was a ticking time bomb and I held my breath awaiting the explosion.

"There's a place to sleep." I shot back, getting frustrated by how much he was putting down all our effort to make this space nice for him.

Surely it was better than the horse barn we could've tossed him in. There was a loft up there that we stored extra hay bales in for winter. I'm sure he would've been a lot more comfortable in the hay than the suggested pull out couch at this rate.

Harry met me at the stairs, practically squishing me against the wall due to the lack of room as he began to climb the stairs, already crouching as he reached the third step.

"Jesus christ," he grumbled.

"Watch your head!" I called out right as there was a thud followed by a hissed out curse word. "You okay?" I called, climbing up the stairs only to have a full view of Harry's ass, my eyes landing on his back jeans pockets. "Going up?" I questioned, backing down a few stairs as Harry turned around, one stair away from being back where I started.

"I fucking can't. This place is so fucking small, I don't even fit!" He groused, my lips tugging up into a small smile when his forehead creased.

"You crawl," I snickered, Harry narrowing his eyes at me.

"I'm no bitch baby, I'm not fucking crawling."

"Fine. Then don't use it."

"It's not even fucking useable, Delaney!" He exclaimed, my eyes widening slightly at the sound of my name falling off his lips for the first time, a frown beginning to take over when I realized how much aggravation his tone had when he said it.

"It is usable. I used to play up there all the time as a kid," I argued back.

"Yeah, as a fucking kid. Try being a six foot man." He grumbled, climbing back down the stairs, once again pushing me against the wall on — what I'm hoping to be — accident, walking back to the front door. "This simply won't fucking do." he huffed, opening the door and walking out.

My feet quickly carried me after him, snatching the key and whipping the door open, awkwardly running after him, wincing every time a rock impaled my foot as he marched towards my father. 

"Harry! Please! Wait!" I yelled, beginning to pant due to how out of shape I was.

Running was not made for me.

"—It's too fucking small!" Harry told my dad, running over to him like a tattling toddler as I caught my breath, catching the tail end of whatever Harry was telling him.

"It is not!" I huffed, my dad eyeing the two of us like he used to eye my siblings and I when we'd argue over something stupid.

"Mr. Styles may I remind you you're a 28 year old man?" Dad said, Harry quickly jumped in, "That's right! A fucking 28 year old, six foot two, man who doesn't fucking fit in that rabbit shack!"

"You're being unreasonable!" I argued back, shocked where all this boldness came from.

One second it's beautiful brown curly hair I can't help but want to run my fingers through and next I'm ready to send his ungrateful ass packing back to the Rickman's.

Screw him! I worked hard on that place! 

"I HIT MY HEAD ON THE FUCKING CEILING!" He shouted, both my dad and I's eyes widening. My dad bringing his hand to Harry's shoulder, "Harry–"

"I warned you!" I defended, Harry's nostrils flaring, his lips parting as my dad quickly beat him to the next said word.

"Harry, we aren't made of money unlike the Rickman's. The girls worked hard to make that rabbit shack a home and meet as many of your demands as possible. We would've given you the guest room in the main house — I don't know if you recall but one of your demands was your own place. It was that or the barn, and if it isn't good enough then you need to get off your damn high horse and learn you're not worth emptying my pockets for like that. I'm already wearing myself thin with you; when I shouldn't have to. If it's that big of a problem, go back to the Rickman's where they sexually harass and overwork you — the whole town knows, Harry." My dad explained when Harry gave him a quick alarmed look, "If you as much disrespect my family or my animals, your ass will be strung on the damn hook in front of town. Do you understand me?" Dad warned, Harry's jaw tight as he nodded, turning around on his heel and quite literally stomping back to the rabbit shack.

Dad turned to me, asking, "Are you alright?" And when I nodded his eyes narrowed at me, "Now Delaney Nicole Fallen, you are 26 years old. You are old enough to know better than to start some bullshit with the rancher! He's here to help us. He has his problems, we knew that. I'm not saying be a pushover, but you also need to pull it together and figure out how we're going to fix it; rather than drive him away! I know I told Harry he needs to get off high horse but you know just as much as I do how much we need his help. Can you try and make this transfer easier, please? I've already paid him his first check. That's a lot of money to lose out on just for his ungrateful ass to go wandering back to those cock suckers—"

"Dad!" I shrieked, my cheeks flushing at his foul language. 

His eyes rolled, "You know what I'm saying." he said, myself nodding, "Wren will take your place at the market whilst you show Harry around on the farm, alright?"

"What? I thought you were doing that?" I questioned, completely blindsided by this new task I was given.

Surely he isn't just tossing me into the wolves with my crush, right?!

"I have to go to the Fosters and help with their hoof maintenance on their horses. I was supposed to be their yesterday, but you know Mimi and all her fucking shenanigans," He huffed, "Could barely find time in my day to eat let alone go a few ranches over and help out."

I nodded, my lips pursed, "So I have to do what?"

"Show Harry the reins. How we do things, how we use our animals. Has Louie already been a little shit?" He asked, myself chuckling as I shook my head.

Louie was my mothers' beloved long haired brown chihuahua. He was our only dog that didn't have a single job on the ranch but to be a pain in everyone's ass; and he did it well.

"Louie is with Grandma."

"Good, keep that ankle biter away from my rancher before he tries to run for the fucking hills again. I just need him to know where things are, and Morgan is busy at Gavin's family's for the weekend. I'm not asking for much–"

"He hated my house, dad," I reminded, offended that he thought this was a simple task.

Not only do I now have to be in close proximity with a guy who I've liked for far too long, but I've also gotten first hand experience with his notorious asshole attitude that hits just the right switch in me to make me forget all about his godlike appearance.

"Lane, if he truly hated it, he wouldn't have stomped back to it. He would've marched his overly expensive cowboy boots back to the Rickman's. Don't take his bullshit to heart, alright? Whatever he has going on isn't worth losing sleep over. Just make sure he's taking care of everything properly. You'll need to feed the dogs and cats. Harry said he won't do that," Dad informed me, my jaw dropping a little.

"What?! Why?"

"He said it wasn't a part of his job description." my dad's eyes rolled again, my brow furrowing.

"It is, though?"

"I don't fucking know, Delaney. I just know I love those rascals more than I should. Speaking of, their grooming appointment was made on Tuesday. You and Keegan need to help your mother wrangle them up. Also, tell Harry that means he'll have to take over the dogs jobs with the cattle and sheep whilst they're gone." he reminded me and I nodded, my hands stuffed in my jean pockets when I felt something metal.

Shit, his key

Before I could even process what I was holding, the sound of cowboy boots dragging against the gravel got louder.

"You locked me out of my own fucking house." he grumbled, glaring at me.

"No. I grabbed it so you didn't lock yourself out of your own house." I shot back, the key now in hand.

"Whatever. Let me in so I can get this shit over with." he huffed, not waiting for a response before turning around to walk away again.

I turned to my dad, my jaw tight, "I don't care how pretty his toned abs are, or how helpful he is on this ranch. I'm ready to murder him, I swear to god." I warned darkly, dad chuckling with a head shake.

"Breathe, Delaney. You'll make it out alive, promise. Now go let him in before he busts a window."

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Written on: July 18th, 26th, 28th, August 6th, 7th, September 8th, 2023, July 24th 2024

Published on: September 8th 2023 Republished: July 29th 2024

Word Count: 4.2k

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[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Across the Multiverse: Symmetra’s Warrior Monk experience

Satya Vaswani, or Symmetra as she was known to some due to her own unique particular fixation and focus in balance and order, sat away typing at the desk of her workshop at the Capsule Corp offices. Idly glancing from her monitor screen to a nearby set of doors as she saw a pair of labgirls exit them. Their coats closed but doing little to hide the glistening sheen of their skin, faces flushed with red blushes and silly,satisfied grins as she watched them pass her by. Quirking a brow as she yet again had to wonder what the deuce went on inside that part of the building. Now she wasn’t a clueless virgin mind you, she just happened to be what one would call very work focused and goal oriented, so that meant she didn’t find or make much time for matters regarding sex and relationships. All she knew was that part of the office was the section dedicated to the company’s Capsule Cocks division, which was based on developing and marketing sex toys but that was the bare minimum of her knowledge to the matter. She’d tell herself it was fine being all she needed to know but damn her curiosity. Damn her treacherous brain putting ideas and fantasies into her head!! Oh sure she could just go up to her co-workers and maybe ask what went on inside and what they got up to but she felt that’d make her seem like a pervert! She was a Capsule Corp engineer and programmer of high skill and regard, not a slut!! If anyone was going to out her inquiry to rest, it might as well be herself as she mustered up some courage and confidence. Seeing no eavesdroppers or onlookers, she got up from her desk and made for the door, hacking the code lock was a cake walk for her as she entered inside. Time to see what it was that’s made those lab girls so weak in the knees and walking on sunshine oh so bad.

Symmetra:*hummed to herself,as she found this lab wing in one of its rare quiet periods. Usually there was heavy thumps and thuds like construction works mixed with some one playing very loud music on a high volume* huh,nothing unusual here…*the exotic engineer looked around with an inquisitive nature before coming upon a room labelle storage. Entering it to find half a dozen tables with sheets laid across whatever was lying upon them. Seeming person shaped which only made her even more curious.* what have we here now…..

Out loud saying that more to herself as she made her way to the nearest table, she took hold of the sheet and pulled it off. Eyes widening,her dark skinned fsce blushing as she beheld the sight of a five naked bald man. One she recognised as some close personal friend of ms.Briefs,Krillin if she recalled his name correctly. A greyish skinned twin of his literally bare before her,exposing sculpted,Herculean muscles and a cock of enormous girth and length than what you’d expect of a man of his size and frame. Her complex mind going mental gymnastics as she began to put the math together. Why so many women worked in this wing of the lab,so many of those volunteers and sex objects who seemed like hookers and porn stars. What she was looking at was a literal,full bodied,fully functional sex toy,a porno mannequin that for some reason looked like a friend of the boss lady herself. By all accounts this went against so many laws,rules and regulations of science and yet Symmetra couldn’t turn away. She’d never been one for thinking of anything in relation to sex, nevermind romance yet looking at this….compact figure of such design and build. So very well endowed, so easy on the eyes…

Symmetra:*sensually bites her lip as she rubbed her thighs together. There was no doubt about it,she was finding herself getting sexually aroused,as if the oresence of this…ideal man,had awakened Something in her.*I mustn’t,I shouldn’t be doing this….*yet her hands reached out to caress his torso. Tracing those powerful muscles,flinching as the sex doll Krillin clone’s eyes snapped open. The fresh of the production line,test pending warrior monk’s stoic gaze locked on her her.* Oooh my apologies,did I disturb your slumber? Let me make it up to you….*soon as she said that,she pressed her lips to his,kissing him. A gesture he didn’t hesitate in returning in the slightest.*

Symmetra moaned into the passionate kiss,which became sloppy as she and the warrior monk she started getting acquainted with let their lust guide and drive them. Her hands moving down along his Herculean compact body to grasp and caress his cock. Stroking it as she beheld with erotic awe at seeing it rise to erectness. Gasping as she found her shortstack companion grab and rip her clothes off of her, soon naked as she was yet not bothered in the slightest. If anything such boldness only spurred on her found sense of passion,as she moved to lay atop the warrior,making out with him as she straddled his waist. Gasping as she felt his cock smack and sandwich itself between her slit and the buns of glorious chocolate skinned booths. Her arousal skyrocketing as she grounded against that fuckmeat,her pussy soaking it with her nectar as her tits pressed snd rubbed against his firm pecs. Eyes flowing with lust as she glanced on either to see the other warrior monks sit up,awakening from their slumber. Their sheets falling off as their cocks sprung with erect stiffness at the sight of her in the act of such lewdness. It made the exotic beauty feel elicited to be the centre of attention,who cares if they’d re basically all the same guy! Breaking her liplock,a trail of saliva as she licked her lips at the other warrior monks,shaking and clapping her asscheeks to make thunderous mating cries.

Symmetra:come you hoard of alpha males. Fulfill uiur function and sate mt lust with your perfect bodies. Show me the pleasures of casual sexuality…..

As soon as she had spoke those words,she found herself on her knees,her hands and mouth moving between stroking and sucking off six warrior monks. Licking and blowing on their godly lengths and girths, even kissing and massaging their balls. Her dark skinned bombshell frame glistening with sensual perspiration as the six Krillin clones began to return the favour. Making her lay on a table as hone warrior monk ate her out,another facefucking her as her head hung off the very edge. A third straddling her torso as he cupped her tits,sandwiching his shaft between them as he used them to get himself off with a paizuri. At one oint she found one of them performing a rimjob,stunned to find herself somaroused at getting her ass eaten out. But then came that glorious moment when the mating began. Straddling a warrior monk so girl style as she shamelessly bounded and rode upon his cock, ass and firs bouncing and jiggling like jelly as the other 5 stood around,stroking away and staining her exotic skin with a rain of precum. Such a basic one on one postion so effective at bring her to climax but it omly got better from there.

From taking it doggystyle as one facefucked her while the other fucked her ass,showing her thst compared to getting ribbed,anal with such a lengthy,girthy cock filling her was an even greater experience. Particularly when she was sandwiched between a pair of warrior monks,their muscular forms between her as they fucked her balls deep in her ass and pussy. Two on one,three to all 6, the variety snd tandem combinations was a thrill ride for the capsule corp egghead as she began to understand first hand how and why so many many women came and went out of here looking so fulfilled and glowing. Symmetra of course unaware that Bulma was catching it all on camera,the ceo playing with herself as she used a warrior monk dildo to join her in experiencing orgasmic climax, her lewd mind already thinking now to approach and offer the engineer a new postion in the warrior monk development and test run program, once a gal had herself a taste like this,there was no doubt this one time was never going to be enough for her.

[lethimfertilise]

When I joined an international trading company in 2005, I began discovering the demands of final markets. Brazil, at that time, was already one of the largest urea consumers in the world. However, most of the imported urea was in prilled form. Those days are now gone. Today, if I’m not mistaken, around 95 percent of Brazil's urea imports consist of granular urea. The same can be said for the US, all of Europe, and many other countries.

So, why has granular urea become more widely used than prilled urea in the last 15–20 years? Primarily, this shift has occurred due to advancements in agricultural practices and the evolving needs of farmers. Granular urea offers several advantages that have driven this change, making it the preferred choice for modern farming.

Granular urea is physically larger and more uniform in size compared to prilled urea. This uniformity allows for better mechanical handling and more precise application using modern spreading equipment. The consistency in size reduces the risk of uneven application, which can lead to over-fertilisation in some areas and under-fertilisation in others. This precision is particularly important in large-scale farming operations, where efficiency and accuracy are crucial.

Granular urea tends to be more resistant to environmental factors, such as wind and moisture, compared to prilled urea. The larger, denser granules are less likely to be blown away by wind or to absorb moisture from the air, which can cause caking or dissolution before application. This stability helps ensure that the fertiliser remains effective until it reaches the soil, reducing waste and improving overall crop yield.

The physical properties of granular urea make it more compatible with other types of fertilisers in blended applications. Farmers often use blends of different nutrients tailored to specific crop needs, and the uniform size and density of granular urea allow for better mixing with other fertiliser components. This compatibility is key in precision agriculture, where specific nutrient delivery is critical for optimising crop production.

Granular urea generally has a slower release rate compared to prilled urea. This slower release helps reduce nitrogen volatilisation, where nitrogen is lost to the atmosphere as ammonia gas before it can be absorbed by the soil. This reduction in volatilisation means that more of the applied nitrogen is available for plant uptake, improving the efficiency of fertiliser use and reducing environmental impact.

As global agriculture has evolved, there has been a greater demand for fertilisers that support large-scale, intensive farming practices. Fertiliser manufacturers have responded by increasingly producing granular urea to meet this demand. Additionally, as more regions adopt mechanised farming techniques, the advantages of granular urea over prilled urea have become more apparent, further driving the shift in usage.

To summarise, as I have mentioned in my previous post, education and more sophisticated farming operations are key to these developments.

#urea #brazil #fertilisers #fertilizers #imstory #usa #europe #eu

[dxwnxdusk]

“did they hurt you?” (Macaque @ Lilac; concerned brother time >83)

An arm secured around her abdomen, it stung fiercely and she'd only the fact she'd decided to abandon her usual colored outfits for something much darker, complementary to her polar white complexion but this will make her reconsider ever agreeing to meet someone anywhere else besides the mountain. Atleast in the time of when the sun was slowly fading over the horizon. She should have been more careful yet before she'd known it things had gone sour, like finding the one fruit out of the batch that was rotten to the core.

"You lost miss?"

Her head had raised from staring at the path she'd planned out in her head, following the imaginary trail like a duckling following it's mother. She must have looked the part, considering she'd gotten mixed up back in the market place and had to do a whole turn around and find her way back onto the right path. Why couldn't the new meeting spot be somewhere easier to find. Still, it defeated the whole purpose of trying to keep to themselves, she couldn't ever turn down getting to get out and spend a night sharing stories or watching movies with her brother. Strange how that had come to be, the same person technically but completely different sides of a spectrum. She never knew she'd want a brother yet now that she had him? She'd never need another, he was perfect. Even still, pulled from her thoughts by a large fuzzy demon beginning to approach her, clutching his bag nervously. He seemed afraid to approach her, she couldn't possibly be that threatening was she? She'd even shrunk down her size so she didn't garner attention! Her voice remaining quiet, never wanting to sound rude or unpleasant. "Oh, no. I'm fine, just have to make a little detour is all."

The demon is fidgety, for such a large demon he acts like a cub with a crush, she wouldn't believe herself to be a case of love at first sight. This wasn't that, the way his heart was hammering in his chest, eyes flicking to her and then down. She does raise a slight brow, about to continue about her way until be asks. "C-Can I walk with you for a moment? P-Please?" She's about to become suspicious when she notes movement behind him, ears picking up on the edges of a conversation.

"-he rat here a second ago."

"C'mon. Before - ious."

Her claw gently reaching out to take the demons hand, she knows this scenario. She knows it well and begins walking down a randomly picked direction. Internally cringing as her ears ring slightly, the male's heartbeat next to her is obliterating her sense of hearing, she feels like she's about to burst an eardrum at this rate. Instead starting a conversation, drag him into it, make him focus on her, the scent of fear drags predators. Many kinds. "Thank you for offering to show me the way, I keep getting lost! Can you believe I don't know where the bakery that is that sells lemon cakes?" She can only pray that the code word reaches another's ears in time. She hated lemons, that's why the code word was made, as a joke originally, she didn't think it would ever come to be useful in a situation. Still, the demon gently grasps her claw in return, acting as if they were longtime friends. "No, I can't. Y-You've been here so many times, I think you lack a sense of direction at this point." Turning her head slightly to face him, a smile on her face as she catches sight of two heavier built demons, one seems more likely to resemble a bird and the other looks like a wolf. The irony is not lost on her given the demon she's attempting to get away from the situation is a lion. God's what a carnival this is, add the monkey (her) and it's complete. It's no use, it's no use they're noticing, they can see him with her and just as she goes to turn the corner with this well dressed unfortunate gentleman.

"Ey! Get e-"

"RUN!" She'll worry about blowing out one eardrum later, she's got five other working ones. Her own heart racing as her heels click against the ground, dammit all why had she been convinced to not walk barefoot! Lady killers that's what these were! You couldn't run properly in these damn things without breaking them! She should have brought her own! The demon keeping pace with her only due to the fact she can't run full tilt or scramble across rooftops like she normally would, gods the horror if she ended up flashing someone because they looked up at the wrong time. Still, it's only a matter of time as the footsteps grow louder. A weight slams into her, pain blossoming across her side as the poor man next to her cries out a pathetic 'miss!' in reaction, cut off abruptly and a horrific squelch as something cold splatters everywhere, her vision is blurring. The ground comes quickly, heels coming off (she'd be relieved any other time) as a single claw wraps around her entire torso, choking an inhaled gasp for air as her body writhes, the blossoming nerves if pain starting through her body as she gazes up at the one she'd been trying to help escape this mess. Ears ringing, she can hear screaming. Managing to catch a glimpse of an arm on the ground and the lion slumping against a wall, eyes rolling into the back of his head and collapsing against it. Meanwhile a large muzzle caked in blood pops into view.

"Dammit. Damaged it. Think we'll still get a good price out of 'im?"

"You idiot, we'll be lucky if we get a penny! He wanted the bastard in one piece, not literally one piece!"

Their yelling is acidic to her, a tiny whimper passing through her lips as she squeezes her eyes shut, both from the pain and not wanting to witness the horror any further. Except it's the fact she can feel the claw gripping her tighten, a moan of pain passing from her mouth as she trembles. She's not sure what's happened, till they begin to speak again. This time not yelling and unfortunately her sense of hearing isn't dead (yet). She can only make a mortified noise as she's hoisted upwards, quickly do her legs close, tail wrapping around her dress to keep it tugged close to her frame, trying to keep some decency despite being manhandled so roughly, she's quite sure she's bruising.

".....Ya know Drix. A think we scored somethin' better." "What makes you say that?" "Fresh meat. Smell that? That ain't no ordinary scent." "...huh you meanin?" "We just got rich. Ya know how many coins we could rack in if we do this instead?" "Yeah...yeah!" "Good, grip er tight. You already damaged the goods a bit but I know someone who ain't gonna mind that. Now hold er still as i-" It never finishes, something slams into the side of his head and he reels back, at the same time the claw holding her lets go and a pleasant cold washes over her, immediately followed by much smaller claws but far more gentle touching her, in fact she's being held. At first she's afraid to open her eyes, until she hears it. The voice of the one holding her. Eyes opening quickly in shock, lips slightly parted as she can't deny its a relief to see those fools gold eyes staring back at her, a rare moment of pure concern in them before that expression is back to its steely stoic resolve, can't show weakness in a scenario like this. In truth, she's only just now realized she's trembling, segments of her dress have holes or small rips, except she can't feel her right side, it's begun to go numb. She tries to answer his question, she feels f-

As soon as he goes to put her on her feet, her body screams and in turn draws a pained yell from her. His grip tightens for a moment in reflex, sparking her nerves and ironically stars dance in her vision. Slowly does she feel herself being placed down, against the wall she can guess. Vision blurring around the edges as she watches his steel hard gaze currently in a deep set frown. Slowly moving a rip at her dress, the black fabric sticks and she already guessed she was bleeding, until she notices that just even from barely touching the area his palm is soaked by a vibrant red liquid, a faint note as she slowly gazes down when his stone cold expression turns into blossoming panic.

Blinking, dazed. She can make out amongst all the vibrant blood, most of it is almost as black as the night sky, that signifies a heavier flow of blood. Segments of flesh are torn, skin stretched and having ruptured like a broken blister except far worse, she knows what it is, a reopened scar, unintentional but it must have happened when she'd been rammed into. Except reality strikes hard when he gently presses a claw against it and a large quantity of flesh is brought back when he pulls it away. Not good. Her lips open, her magic is kicking into overdrive already, she can see the stars amongst her arms glowing already, still slowly gazing to him as their eyes meet and-

"...oh..."

That's the last thing she can process besides the urgent call of her name as the world goes dark.

[wanghousekoreancafe]

Why Korean Street Food is a Must-Try for Food Lovers

Korean street food is an essential part of South Korea’s vibrant culinary culture, offering a mix of bold flavors, unique textures, and rich traditions. From the bustling markets of Seoul to small neighborhood stalls, it has evolved from simple, affordable meals to an iconic representation of Korea’s food heritage.

Dishes like the spicy and savory Tteokbokki, the comforting warmth of kimchi ramen, and the perfectly wrapped mini gimbap reflect Korea’s deep-rooted passion for food. This culinary movement has gained global popularity, especially in countries like India, where Korean cafes and restaurants bring these flavors to life.

More than just a meal, Korean street food is an immersive experience that connects people to South Korea’s traditions, one delicious bite at a time.

Have you heard about the Korean festival “Chuseok Feast”? Read More.

The Origins of Korean Street Food

Korean street food dates back to the Joseon Dynasty (1392–1897), when lively markets served as the heart of community life. These markets provided quick and affordable meals for traders, workers, and locals, reflecting the simplicity and ingenuity of the time. However, it wasn’t until the 1950s, after the Korean War, that street food culture truly flourished.

During this period of economic hardship, Koreans adapted to limited resources by using staple ingredients like rice and flour. This led to the creation of now-iconic dishes such as Tteokbokki (spicy rice cakes) and mandu (dumplings). What began as a necessity has since become a defining feature of Korean cuisine, showcasing resilience, innovation, and a deep passion for food that continues to captivate people worldwide.

What K-pop stars Say About Korean Food! Read Here

Exploring the Korean Street Food Menu: Must-Try Dishes

Korean cuisine is celebrated for its bold flavors, diverse textures, and deep-rooted history, and its street food is no exception. Blending time-honored recipes with modern influences, Korean street food has captured the hearts of food lovers worldwide. Let’s explore some of the most popular dishes that bring the essence of Korea to the streets and beyond.

1. Korean Mini Gimbap

Often likened to sushi, the mini gimbap is a smaller, more portable version of the classic Korean rice roll. Made with seasoned rice, crisp vegetables, and optional fillings like fish, meat, or tofu, it is wrapped in seaweed and enjoyed as a convenient on-the-go snack. Unlike sushi, gimbap is flavored with sesame oil instead of vinegar, giving it a distinctively nutty and savory taste. This bite-sized delicacy is perfect for those craving authentic Korean flavors in a quick and easy form.

2. Kimchi Ramen

A beloved fusion dish, kimchi ramen combines Korea’s iconic fermented kimchi with a rich, umami-packed broth and chewy noodles. This dish seamlessly blends traditional Korean flavors with the worldwide love for ramen, creating a meal that is both comforting and intensely flavorful. Popular in Korean cafes and restaurants across the globe, including in India, its spicy kick appeals to a wide audience. With endless customization options—such as adding vegetables, eggs, or meat—kimchi ramen can also be a wholesome and hearty meal. Have You Discovered Kimchi and Kimchi Ramen? Know More.

3. Sticky Fried Rice

For those seeking a simpler yet satisfying dish, sticky fried rice is a must-try. Stir-fried with vegetables, soy sauce, and protein choices like chicken, tofu, or eggs, this dish boasts a slightly chewy texture and rich, savory flavors. It offers a balanced and nourishing meal, making it a favorite among health-conscious food lovers who still want to indulge in the comforting warmth of Korean street food.

4. Korean Mandu (Dumplings)

Korea’s take on dumplings, mandu, is a versatile and flavorful dish that can be enjoyed in multiple ways—steamed, fried, or boiled. Stuffed with a savory mix of vegetables, meat, or tofu, these dumplings are often paired with a tangy soy-based dipping sauce. Whether eaten as a snack or a full meal, mandu is a staple in Korean street food culture, particularly cherished during the colder months for its warm and satisfying flavors.

5. Omelette Rice (Omurice)

A delightful fusion of eggs and fried rice, Omurice is a comforting dish featuring fluffy, golden omelets wrapped around seasoned rice cooked with soy sauce or ketchup. Often loaded with vegetables and protein, it is a well-balanced and visually appealing meal that has gained popularity among both kids and adults. Its mild yet savory taste makes it a favorite comfort food with a unique Korean twist.

6. Rabokki

For those who crave spice and texture, Rabokki is the perfect indulgence. A combination of Tteokbokki (chewy rice cakes) and ramen noodles, this dish is coated in a sweet and spicy gochujang-based sauce. Often topped with boiled eggs, green onions, or fish cakes, Rabokki delivers an explosion of flavors in every bite. It is especially popular among young people and is a must-try for those who love bold, spicy street food.

7. Tteokbokki

One of Korea’s most iconic street foods, Tteokbokki is a dish that no food lover should miss. Featuring chewy rice cakes simmered in a spicy and slightly sweet gochujang sauce, it is known for its intense flavors and addictive texture. Found at nearly every street food stall in Korea, Tteokbokki is a must-try for anyone wanting an authentic taste of famous Korean street food.

8. Korean Beverages

No street food experience is complete without the perfect drink to complement the flavors. Korean cuisine offers a variety of traditional beverages that enhance the overall dining experience:

Soju – Korea’s famous distilled liquor, best paired with grilled dishes or dumplings.

Makgeolli – A slightly sweet, milky rice wine that goes well with fried or spicy foods.

Sikhye – A refreshing, sweet rice drink that serves as the perfect palate cleanser after a hearty meal.

From savory snacks to bold, spicy flavors, Korean street food is an adventure waiting to be explored. Whether you’re indulging in Tteokbokki, savoring a bowl of kimchi ramen, or enjoying a sip of traditional Korean drinks, every bite is a step into Korea’s rich culinary heritage.

Want to Know About the Top 10 Famous Korean Dishes? Read Here

The Growing Popularity of Korean Street Food in India

The widespread influence of Hallyu, or the Korean Wave, has not only made K-dramas and K-pop immensely popular in India but has also sparked a growing love for Korean cuisine. Dishes like kimchi ramen, Tteokbokki, and sticky fried rice have found their way onto the menus of Korean food restaurants in major cities like Delhi, Mumbai, and Bangalore. As interest in Korean culture continues to rise, more Indians are embracing the flavors of authentic Korean street food, making it a popular culinary trend across the country.

Why Korean Street Food Appeals to Indians

Korean street food has gained immense popularity in India due to its bold flavors, diverse options, and health benefits. The rich, spicy taste of ingredients like gochujang (Korean chili paste) and kimchi resonates with Indian palates, which favor savory and spicy dishes. Additionally, the wide variety of Korean food ensures there’s something for everyone, from vegetarian-friendly dishes to hearty, meat-based meals. The health benefits of fermented foods like kimchi and fresh vegetable-based dishes further add to its appeal, aligning with India's growing preference for nutritious yet flavorful cuisine. This perfect blend of tradition, taste, and health makes Korean street food a natural favorite among Indian food lovers. Want to Know More About the reason for Kfood’s Popularity? Know More

Famous Korean Street Food: A Historical Perspective

Korean cuisine boasts a rich history, with many of its most iconic street foods dating back centuries. Take kimchi, for example—it was originally developed as a way to preserve vegetables during Korea’s harsh winters. Over time, it became a staple side dish, loved for its bold flavors and health benefits.

Tteokbokki, now a beloved street food, had a very different beginning. Once reserved for Korea’s royal courts, it was a dish enjoyed by the elite. Its journey from an aristocratic delicacy to an affordable and widely loved street snack highlights its deep cultural significance.

Similarly, gimbap (Korean rice rolls) was created as a portable meal for travelers, much like how sandwiches are used in the West. These dishes, born out of necessity and tradition, have evolved into global favorites, offering a taste of Korea’s rich culinary heritage to food lovers worldwide.

K-Food Beyond Korea: A Global Phenomenon

Korean street food has expanded far beyond the bustling markets of Seoul, making its mark on the global culinary scene. Today, Korean food stalls and restaurants can be found in major cities worldwide, including India, where the popularity of Korean cuisine continues to rise. From the lively streets of Mumbai to the trendy Korean cafes in Delhi, these flavors have captivated both locals and expatriates.

The growing fascination with K-dramas and K-pop has fueled a strong demand for authentic Korean dishes in India. Favorites like Korean mini gimbap, kimchi ramen, and sticky fried rice have gained a loyal following among food lovers eager to experience Korean flavors. As the global love for Korean culture continues to spread, so does the presence of Korean street food, making it a truly worldwide phenomenon.

Tips for Enjoying Korean Street Food

Exploring Korean street food for the first time? Here are some tips to make your experience even better:

Start with Familiar Flavors – If you’re new to Korean cuisine, begin with milder dishes like omelette rice or sticky fried rice. These options offer comforting flavors while giving you a taste of Korean food culture

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Try Iconic Dishes – Once you’re comfortable, step up your Korean food journey with classics like Tteokbokki (spicy rice cakes) or Rabokki (a fusion of ramen and Tteokbokki). These dishes pack a perfect mix of heat and bold flavors, letting you experience authentic Korean spice.

Pair with Korean Beverages – Complement your meal with traditional Korean drinks. Soju, a popular distilled liquor, pairs well with savory dishes, while Sikhye, a sweet rice drink, is perfect for a refreshing finish.

Conclusion

From the vibrant markets of Seoul to bustling cities across the world, including India, Korean street food has won the hearts of food lovers everywhere. Whether you’re savoring mini gimbap, indulging in the fiery kick of kimchi ramen, or enjoying the comforting taste of omelette rice, every dish carries a unique story that blends tradition with modern flavors.

With its perfect mix of rich history, bold flavors, and cultural depth, Korean cuisine offers an unforgettable experience. Whether you visit a Korean street food cafe or try making these dishes at home using authentic Korean recipes, there's no better time to dive into the world of K-food.

So, why wait? Let your taste buds explore the delicious and diverse world of Korean street food, and discover why it continues to captivate food lovers globally.

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Flexible Packaging Market To Reach USD 373.34 Billion By 2030

Flexible Packaging Market Growth & Trends

The global flexible packaging market size is expected to reach USD 373.34 billion by 2030, according to a new report by Grand View Research, Inc., expanding at a CAGR of 4.8% from 2024 to 2030. This market growth is owing to the growing importance of increasing food shelf life and growing adoption of sustainable and cost-effective packaging by end-users.

The shelf life of food products depends on factors such as storage conditions, packaging material, and exposure to microorganisms, oxygen, light, and moisture. The flexible packaging consists of plastic films with high barrier properties. The high-barrier properties efficiently block the transmission of moisture, light, and oxygen from contacting sensitive foods. Furthermore, the reseal closure products featured flexible packaging that allow users to securely close the bags or pouches, ensuring the freshness of the packaged food products over several uses.

In addition, flexible packaging consumes less energy compared to rigid packaging during manufacturing and transportation. According to the Flexible Packaging Association, 50% less energy is required to produce a flexible pouch compared to a rigid container of a similar size. In addition, flexible packaging weighs lighter compared to rigid packaging, thus resulting in less fuel consumption during transportation. According to the Flexible Packaging Association, one truckload of flexible pouches can hold the same amount of product as 26 truckloads of rigid containers.

The industry players are adopting several strategies including partnerships, expansions, mergers & acquisitions, joint ventures, new product launches, and partnership agreements to increase the customer base and individual market share. For instance, in May 2023, Amcor plc inked an agreement to acquire New Zealand-based automated protein packaging machines manufacturer, Moda Systems. This acquisition is expected to provide Amcor plc with a new option related to equipment in automated protein products packaging, making it the only flexible packaging manufacturer to own high-speed rotary equipment for packaging fresh meat.

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Flexible Packaging Market Report Highlights

The rapid growth of e-commerce sector globally creates opportunities for flexible packaging manufacturers to cater to the specific needs of online retail businesses. Companies that develop packaging solutions to protect products during transit, reduce damage, and improve unboxing experiences can gain a competitive advantage in the e-commerce market

The growing number of medical device manufacturers and ongoing research on new packaging materials is driving the market for medical flexible packaging. The strong healthcare infrastructure coupled with growing healthcare spending in the public sector is expected to have a positive impact on market demand

The pouches segment is expected to grow at a CAGR of 5.2% over the forecast period 2024-2030. This is owing to the pouches being resealable and a cost-effective alternative to metal, cardboard, and glass containers for packaging solutions

Food & beverage was the largest application segment, accounting for 55.9% of global volume share in 2023. Growing demand for packaged foods, including ready-to-eat meals, frozen meals, snack foods, and cake mixes, is expected to force flexible packaging manufacturers to increase production capacity, thus augmenting market for flexible packaging demand over the forecast period

Asia Pacific recorded a higher market share in 2023 owing to factors such as rising population, rising income levels, and changing lifestyles are expected to drive consumption of the packaged food cosmetics, and pharmaceutical products resulting in increased demand for flexible packaging solutions

Several key companies are collaborating to strengthen their market positions in the flexible packaging industry. For instance, in June 2023, Coveris acquired Poland-based D.K. LAMIN, a manufacturer of flexible packaging laminated films and converted products. With an emphasis on value-added medical packaging, home and personal care food, and pet food, D.K. LAMIN's experience and product offerings integrate with Coveris' existing product portfolio, particularly complementing its pet food growth goal

Flexible Packaging Market Segmentation

Grand View Research has segmented the global flexible packaging market report based on material, product, application, and region

Flexible Packaging Material Outlook (Volume, Kilotons; Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

Plastics

Paper

Metal

Bioplastics

Flexible Packaging Product Outlook (Volume, Kilotons; Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

Bags

Pouches

Rollstock

Films & Wraps

Others

Flexible Packaging Application Outlook (Volume, Kilotons; Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

Food

Beverages

Pharmaceutical & Healthcare

Personal Care & Cosmetics

Others

Flexible Packaging Regional Outlook (Volume, Kilotons; Revenue, USD Million, 2018 - 2030)

North America

Europe

Asia Pacific

Central & South America

Middle East & Africa

List of Key Players of Flexible Packaging Market

Amcor plc

Mondi Group

Huhtamaki Flexible Packaging

Sonoco Products Company

Sealed Air

DS Smith

Berry Global

Constantia Flexibles

Bemis Manufacturing Company

UkrMetal

ProAmpac

Wipak Group

FlexPak Services

Transcontinental Inc.

Coveris Holdings

American Packaging Corporation

InterFlex Group

FLEX-PACK ENGINEERING, INC.

Innovia Films

Cosmo Films

Novolex

Sigma Plastics Group

Graphic Packaging International, LLC

Bischof+Klein SE & Co. KG

Südpack

Browse Full Report: https://www.grandviewresearch.com/industry-analysis/global-flexible-packaging-market

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Pea Protein: The Backbone of the Plant-Based Movement

The global pea protein market size is expected to reach USD 4.71 billion by 2030, expanding at a CAGR of 12.1% from 2024 to 2030, according to a new report by Grand View Research, Inc. The demand for pea protein is anticipated to be driven by several factors such as functional benefits, its suitability for individuals with food allergies and dietary restrictions, and growing preference for plant-based diets due to health and environmental concerns.

Pea protein is naturally free from common allergens such as dairy, soy, and gluten. This factor has contributed to its popularity among people with food allergies, sensitivities, or dietary restrictions. Additionally, pea protein is often non-genetically modified, which appeals to consumers seeking natural and clean-label products.

The increasing prevalence of health issues such as obesity and diabetes, particularly among younger generations, has resulted in a growing preference for vegan diets. Furthermore, animal rearing negatively impacts natural resources and contributes to global warming to some extent. Although this impact has not been precisely measured, it is widely acknowledged, and awareness of this factor has encouraged the adoption of a more plant-based diet, thus boosting the meat substitutes market. As a result, pea protein as a meat substitute is expected to become more prevalent during the forecast period due to its excellent texturing properties, which make it suitable for use in the production of meat products such as chicken, beef, lamb, and mutton.

Pea proteins offer several functional benefits for bakery applications, including water holding capability, gelation, and increased browning, particularly in gluten-free applications. Besides, using pea proteins in bakery goods also replaces potential allergens such as gluten or soy. The increased health consciousness among consumers is prompting bakery manufacturers to introduce products with functional ingredients to increase their health appeal. This changing consumer pattern is anticipated to benefit the market over the forecast period.

Pea protein is fortified as a texturing agent in baked goods, including cakes, dressings, and desserts due to its fibrous content and gluten-free properties. Over the past few years, continuous expansion in retail chains by baked goods manufacturers, including Tesco (U.K.) and Carrefour (France) in the European market, has played a crucial role in promoting the demand for cakes and desserts. This favorable trend will provide an upswing for the pea protein industry as a texturing agent in the baked goods industry over the forecast years.

Pea proteins are rich in all nine essential amino acids and iron and are good for muscle building and heart health. Pea protein is fortified and added in nutritional tablets, syrups, soups, energy powders and cereal bars for providing health benefits such as enhancing muscle and bone growth and regulating blood sugar levels. Rising demand for sports nutrition products due to increasing awareness towards muscle improvement among athletes is expected to fuel pea protein demand in beverages such as energy drink-mix powders in the near future. Pea protein ingredients will be used in fortifying energy drinks, fruit juices, vegetable mix juices, and liquid solutions.

Technological advancements in the pea protein industry, such as improved extraction and processing techniques, enhanced purification, functional property optimization, and innovation in product development, are driving its growth. These advancements enable higher production efficiency, improved product quality, expanded application possibilities, and address sustainability concerns, fueling the increasing demand for pea protein.

Pea Protein Market Report Highlights

Based on products, pea protein isolates dominated the market with a 49.9% share in 2022 owing to their high protein content, excellent amino acid profile, and versatile applications. Pea protein isolates are highly purified and contain a high concentration of protein, making them desirable for various industries such as food and beverage, sports nutrition, and dietary supplements

Based on form, dry pea protein dominated the market with a revenue share of 67.3% in 2022 due to its versatility in applications, ease of storage and transportation, and the increasing demand for plant-based and vegan products

Based on source, yellow split peas dominated the market with a revenue share of 76.8% in 2022 due to their wide availability, favorable nutritional & functional properties, mild flavor profile, and growing demand for plant-based protein alternatives

Based on application, food & beverages dominated the market with a share of 39.6% in 2022, owing to the increasing demand for plant-based and vegan products, functional benefits in various food applications, and consumer preferences for allergen-friendly and sustainable ingredients

The North America region dominated the market with a revenue share of 33.1% in 2023, due to strong food and beverage industry, and favorable government regulations promoting plant-based diets

Pea Protein Market Segmentation

Grand View Research has segmented the global pea protein market based on product, form, source, application, and region:

Pea Protein Product Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, Metric Tons, 2018 - 2030)

Isolates

Concentrates

Textured

Hydrolysates

Pea Protein Form Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, Metric Tons, 2018 - 2030)

Dry

Wet

Pea Protein Source Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, Metric Tons, 2018 - 2030)

Yellow Split Peas

Others

Pea Protein Application Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, Metric Tons, 2018 - 2030)

Food & Beverages

Meat substitutes

Bakery goods

Dietary supplements

Beverages

Others

Personal Care & Cosmetics

Animal Feed

Others

Pea Protein Regional Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, Metric Tons, 2018 - 2030)

North America

US

Canada

Mexico

Europe

UK

Germany

France

Italy

Spain

Sweden

Netherlands

Asia Pacific

China

Japan

India

Australia & New Zealand

South Korea

Central & South America

Brazil

Argentina

Middle East & Africa

South Africa

List of Key Players

Burcon

Roquette Frères

The Scoular Company

DuPont

Nutri-Pea

Shandong Jianyuan Group

SOTEXPRO

Axiom Foods, Inc.

FENCHEM

Martin & Pleasance

The Green Labs LLC.

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7 Iconic Indian Snacks Every Australian Food Lover Should Try

Overview of Indian Snacks: Indian cuisine boasts a rich tapestry of snacks, each offering unique flavors and textures. From the crispy samosa to the tangy bhel puri, these treats have captivated food enthusiasts worldwide.

The global appeal of Indian snacks is evident, with the ethnic food market projected to grow from USD 1,198.22 million in 2023 to USD 2,724.61 million by 2032, reflecting a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 9.45% from 2024 to 2032.

Relevance to Australian Food Lovers: Australia's multicultural landscape has fostered a growing interest in diverse cuisines, with Indian food leading the charge. In 2024, Sydney experienced a 51% increase in diners at Indian restaurants compared to previous years, highlighting the nation's enthusiasm for Indian culinary experiences.

1. Samosa

Samosa, a beloved Indian snack, features a deep-fried pastry filled with spiced potatoes, peas, and occasionally meat. 

Its crispy exterior and savory filling make it a perfect bite-sized treat, offering a rich burst of flavors. A quintessential snack at Indian gatherings and street food stalls, the samosa represents hospitality and tradition, bringing people together. 

For Melbourne food lovers, Sarawan Spices serves authentic samosas, allowing you to experience the true taste of Indian street food. 

Whether you're hosting a gathering or simply craving a savory snack, Sarawan Spices offers a delicious taste of India's rich culinary heritage.

2. Pakora

Pakora is a beloved Indian snack made by dipping vegetables or meat in a seasoned chickpea flour batter and deep-frying them until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. 

This savory treat comes in various varieties, with popular options including onion, spinach, and cauliflower pakoras. 

Each variety offers a unique combination of flavors and textures, making them perfect for any occasion. 

In Melbourne, Sarawan Spices is a great spot to find a variety of pakoras, ideal for snacking or pairing with a warm cup of tea. Experience the crunchy goodness and explore its delightful flavors!

3. Bhel Puri

Bhel Puri is a savory snack made from puffed rice, crispy sev noodles, fresh vegetables, and tamarind sauce, creating a perfect blend of crunchy, tangy, and spicy flavors. 

Originating from Mumbai, this street food is loved for its refreshing taste, making it a favorite among food lovers. 

Its light texture and zestful flavor are perfect for those craving a quick, satisfying bite. 

In Melbourne, you can find all the essential ingredients to make this iconic snack at Sarawan Spices. 

Whether you’re an experienced cook or a beginner, creating bhel puri at home is both easy and enjoyable.

4. Pani Puri

Description: Pani puri consists of hollow, crispy puris filled with spicy tamarind water, potatoes, and chickpeas. When eaten in one bite, it offers a burst of refreshing, tangy, and spicy flavors.

Cultural Significance: This iconic Mumbai street food is cherished for its explosive taste, making it a favorite among snack lovers. Its combination of textures and flavors represents the lively spirit of Indian street food culture.

Where to Find in Melbourne: Sarawan Spices offers all the essential ingredients to create authentic pani puri at home, bringing the street food experience straight to your kitchen.

5. Dhokla

Dhokla is a savory steamed cake made from fermented rice and chickpea flour, known for its light and spongy texture. 

This traditional Gujarati snack is often served with a tangy green chutney, adding a burst of flavor to each bite. 

A beloved treat during festivals and special occasions, dhokla embodies the simplicity and richness of Indian cuisine. 

In Melbourne, Sarawan Spices offers an easy-to-use dhokla mix, making it simple for home cooks to recreate this delicious snack. 

Whether for breakfast or a tea-time snack, dhokla provides a flavorful introduction to Gujarati culinary traditions.

6. Chakli

Chakli is a spiral-shaped, deep-fried snack made from a blend of rice flour, chickpea flour, and aromatic spices, renowned for its irresistibly crunchy texture. 

This snack holds cultural significance as it's a favorite during Indian festivals like Diwali, symbolizing joy and celebration. 

For Melbourne food lovers eager to try this traditional delight, Sarawan Spices offers authentic chaklis that perfectly capture the essence of Indian street food. 

These chaklis bring the flavors of India to your plate, offering a delightful snack experience that’s perfect for any occasion, whether you're celebrating or simply indulging in a flavorful treat.

7. Kachori

Description: Kachori is a crispy, deep-fried pastry filled with spiced lentils or peas, offering a delightful blend of savory and spicy flavors.

Cultural Significance: This iconic snack hails from Rajasthan and Uttar Pradesh, commonly served with tamarind chutney to elevate its taste.

Where to Find in Melbourne: For an authentic experience, head to Sarawan Spices, where you can purchase kachori mix to prepare this beloved treat at home. Their mix ensures a deliciously crisp and flavorful snack, capturing the essence of Indian street food.

Conclusion

For an authentic Indian snack experience, visit Sarawan Spices in Clayton or explore their online store to discover these iconic treats. 

Whether you're seeking the crispy bite of a samosa or the tangy flavors of pani puri, Sarawan Spices offers all the essentials to recreate these snacks at home. 

Sampling these traditional delights allows you to embrace India's rich culinary heritage, enriching the Australian food scene with a world of new tastes. For those who can't visit in person, indian snacks online offers an easy way to experience the flavors of India and enhance your culinary journey from the comfort of your home.

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Organic vs. Paid Digital Marketing: Finding the Right Balance

Digital marketing can be broadly categorized into organic marketing and paid marketing. While each has its distinct benefits and drawbacks, understanding how to use them effectively can make all the difference, especially when you're just starting out. Here’s a breakdown to help you plan a winning strategy.

What is Organic Marketing?

Organic marketing focuses on building your brand’s presence naturally—without spending directly on ads. It’s about earning traffic through consistent, high-quality efforts. Here are common organic marketing methods:

Search Engine Optimization (SEO): Optimizing your website’s content to rank higher in Google searches. For example, using relevant keywords and improving site speed.

Social Media Growth: Sharing helpful, entertaining, or inspiring posts on platforms like Instagram, Facebook, and LinkedIn to engage with your audience and grow organically.

Content Marketing: Writing blog posts, producing informative videos, or creating shareable content like infographics to attract and retain your target audience.

Organic marketing’s biggest advantage? It builds a strong, lasting foundation for your business. However, it comes with a major challenge—patience. Whether you’re improving SEO or growing a social media presence, organic strategies usually take months to deliver noticeable results.

What is Paid Marketing?

Paid marketing delivers quicker results—perfect for businesses that need immediate traffic, leads, or sales. This approach involves directly investing in ads to showcase your business. Popular options include:

Search Engine Marketing (SEM): Running Google Ads to target keywords. For example, if you’re a local bakery, you might run ads for “custom cakes near me” to appear in top search results.

Social Media Advertising: Using platforms like Facebook, LinkedIn, or TikTok to run targeted ad campaigns, such as promoting a limited-time sale for your product.

Display and Retargeting Ads: Banner ads on websites or remarketing ads to re-engage visitors who didn’t make a purchase.

The main benefit of paid marketing is instant exposure and measurable results. But there’s a catch—the moment you stop paying, the results often stop too.

How to Create a Beginner-Friendly Marketing Strategy

When starting from scratch, a hybrid approach is your best bet. Combining organic and paid efforts ensures you get quick traction while building toward long-term success. Here’s a simple framework to guide you:

Start with Clear Goals What do you need most? Quick sales? Brand awareness? Answering this will help you decide the right mix of organic and paid marketing for your goals and budget.

Begin with a Balanced Budget Here’s a recommended budget split for beginners:

40–50% on Paid Marketing: Invest in channels that offer fast results. For example, if you’re selling online courses, try Google Ads for keywords like “learn graphic design.” Use social media ads to reach potential customers in your niche.

25% on Organic Marketing: Optimize the basics like your website’s SEO, work on posting consistent content, and engage on social platforms. This will help establish authority and trust over time.

25% as a Reserve: Keep this aside for unexpected expenses or to test new tools or tactics.

Test and Track Everything Whether it’s organic traffic or paid campaigns, track your metrics regularly. Use tools like Google Analytics or Facebook Ads Manager to understand performance. Ask yourself what’s performing well—and pivot accordingly.

Shift Gradually Over Time Paid marketing gets you quick results, but as your organic growth picks up, you can dial down on ad spending and rely more on sustainable, organic methods. For example, after six months of running paid campaigns, you might notice your SEO efforts have started driving leads—allowing you to gradually reduce your ad budget.

Final Recommendations

When it comes to digital marketing, there’s no one-size-fits-all strategy. Paid marketing works brilliantly for jumpstarting your business or promoting time-sensitive products, while organic marketing builds depth and trust over time. By striking a balance, you’ll not only see immediate results but also lay a solid foundation for long-term success.

Consistency is key—whether you’re optimizing for search engines or running a campaign, staying adaptable and focused on what your audience values will always pay off!

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Diced Dried Apricots Producer and Exporter

Diced dried apricots are a versatile ingredient cherished by food manufacturers, bakers, and chefs worldwide. As a leading diced dried apricots producer and exporter based in Malatya, Turkey, we are proud to deliver premium-quality products that meet the highest international standards. Malatya, known as the apricot capital of the world, provides the ideal climate and soil for cultivating the finest apricots, making our diced dried apricots truly exceptional.

What Are Diced Dried Apricots?

Diced dried apricots are small, uniformly cut pieces of sun-dried apricots. These bite-sized morsels retain the natural sweetness, vibrant orange color, and chewy texture of whole dried apricots. Their convenient size makes them a popular choice for various applications, including:

Baked Goods: Cakes, muffins, cookies, and bread.

Snacks: Trail mixes, energy bars, and granola.

Culinary Creations: Salads, sauces, and meat dishes.

Food Industry: Cereals, yogurts, and confectionery items.

Why Choose Our Diced Dried Apricots?

Our diced dried apricots stand out for their superior quality, achieved through meticulous production processes. Here’s why we are a trusted diced dried apricots producer and exporter:

High-Quality Raw Material: Sourced from the finest Malatya apricots, known for their rich flavor and natural sweetness.

Advanced Processing Techniques: State-of-the-art machinery ensures precise dicing and uniformity.

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Customizable Options: Available in various dice sizes and moisture levels to suit diverse customer needs.

Sustainable Practices: Our production processes prioritize sustainability and eco-friendliness.

Health Benefits of Diced Dried Apricots

Diced dried apricots are not only delicious but also packed with essential nutrients. They are a rich source of:

Dietary Fiber: Promotes healthy digestion and regulates blood sugar levels.

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Antioxidants: Help combat oxidative stress and boost overall health.

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As an experienced diced dried apricots exporter, we understand the complexities of international trade. Our team ensures seamless logistics, reliable delivery, and compliance with all export regulations. We proudly serve clients across Europe, Asia, the Americas, and beyond, offering tailored solutions to meet their unique requirements.

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