#Deicious

[obsessed-sketches]

Irritated Aziraphale

[strangenewwords]

few things in life are more delicious than a long-legged man

[splorpo]

From breadward to abebreadham lincoln

truly “this is the crust of a killer, bella” to “fourscore and seventy minutes in the oven”

[thesschesthair]

You never truly appreciate how fucking SEXY garlic bread is until you're cooking it yourself and taking that first bite straight from the oven.

Fresh, steaming, soft & sinful.... with that crispy edge- UNF!

[widows-venom]

⊹₊⟡⋆ WHAT DOES IT MATTER?

darkish!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

✮⋆˙summary

wanda was acting a little odd, seemed a little different too. but what does it matter, when she still takes care of you so good?

✮⋆˙trigger warnings

darkish!wanda, smut, fingering (r receiving), kind of dubious consent?,

✮⋆˙author’s note

hey, starling here! this is my first post on tumblr, my first try at smut — as one maybe can tell. let me know what you think :)

her eyes were dark, the gentle green you so love almost completely invisible behind her enlarged pupil and the faint red of her magic. and wanda just stared.

her hands are wrapped around your waist, her finger digging into your skin through the apron and shirt you‘re wearing. you aren’t wearing much — wanda likes it that way.

„hey, baby“, you said. a little breathless, a little stunned by her sudden appearance and slightly odd behaviour. normally, you were used to wanda‘s slight oddness, but this was a new level of odd, even if she didn’t do anything.

well, that was exactly what was so off about her.

you‘re eyes roam over her, your brows furrow a little in confusion. „uhm- weren’t you wearing something else when you le-"

you don’t get to say much more. delicious, hot and needy lips where on yours. you huff surprised but then you cup her cheeks and pull her in closer. her clothing was different than what she had left in earlier that day, her lips were definitely more chapped than earlier that day too — you knew, since you had kissed wanda senseless before she had left.

but as wanda pulls you impossibly closer by your waist and slots a knee between your legs, all of those thoughts disappear. what did it matter, what wanda was wearing? or how her lips seemed more chapped? what did it matter, when wanda was making you feel as good and loved as always?

it didn’t. so you kissed back with just as much vigour and need as wanda was.

wanda’s hand slipped down your side and reaches your naked thigh, tugging at the hem of your shirt before sliding between your legs. the deicious pressure of wanda’s knee slipped away but before you complain, it was replaced by her fingers, rubbing circles on your clothed cunt.

wanda was greedy. it didn’t take her long to slip her fingers below your panties and tease your mound, while her lips where on your neck. nipping and biting as if she was marking her territory. you were sure the hickeys would look good with your wedding ring.

you where wanda’s. utterly hers, no one else’s.

it wasn’t until wanda’s fingers finally stopped their teasing and slipped into your wet entrance, that you noticed another change. wanda’s fingertips where uncomfortably rough, rubbing against your inner walls in a manner they never head before.

it was both pleasurable and painful — but the way your wife sped up her movements, you didn’t have much time to form a sentence.

wanda’s fingers, two if you were feeling correctly, where pounding in and out of you at a relentless speed. in and out in an out — curling deliciously to hit your g-spot. fuck it was good.

“oh- wanda”, you moan into her ear, your head leaning against her shoulder. panting and trembling from her restless finger fucking. she huffs, or chuckles, you don’t really now.

“come for me, malysh”, wanda husks.

now that’s something you can’t ignore. her voice is much rustier than usually, hoarse and her accent way more prominent. your brows furrow, but before you can wonder too much about it, your stomach coils together.

with one last, sharp thrust into your cunt, you moan out loud and cum. your vision turns white, little gasps and whines escape you as you cling to wanda. your body shaking.

wanda gingerly pulls out — now you see why her fingers had felt so rough and calloused. the tips where black. but why?

with sweat sliding down your temple, rigid, fast breaths leaving your lips, you manage to lift your head and look at her.

this wasn’t your wanda.

a small smirk grows on wanda’s lips. it seems both smug and sad. “you were always such a smart thing, malysh. smart, but slow”

it’s the last thing you hear, before her magic invades your brain and makes you fall unconscious. her arms wrapping around you the last thing you feel. her eyes, hinted with red and that damned smirk, the last thing you see.

[normalaboutmedia]

watching succession isn’t enough i need to bite it

[lethargylol]

An Idea that I’ve had for a while ^^ yes his staff is a pirouline cookie I know I’m a genius

the scar is just him cracking from age revealing his deicious creamy filling like the huge gash on his head

[theguest2]

washed all the bed & bathroom linens, cleaned the bedroom floor, cleaned the bathroom, washed and folded all of the clothes, swept and deep cleaned the patio including my nasty ass outdoor terrarium for my smoking stuff that had a layer of slime on the bottom from not being cleaned since assembled almost 2 years ago

slept 11 hrs, shot out of bed at 11am, immediately started cleaning and haven't stopped yet

[coldpintglass]

HNY 🎉🥳🎊🍾Just want to say you’re a great writer and also the Carraville hookup fic where Gary says ||REDACTED|| right in the middle of things 😭 so hot and angsty I looove that one if you have any thoughts on that one or if it will get a follow up ??? Tysm !!!!!

Happy New Year to you too anon!! Thank you for taking the time to pop a little message in my ask box 🥺💖

You are far too kind, I’m so glad you enjoyed “I thought maybe we could kiss tonight”!! My first Caraville and I thought it be fun and hot and it ended up with a nice wallop of angst, YIPEEEE.

I’ll be honest I dont and didn’t plan on a sequel (sorry anon, I actually don’t really have any Caraville stories brewing bar a half formed soulmate au one) BUT I do have some behind the scenes stuff on the fic which I hope makes up for that instead!!!

- dialogue wise, honestly the top two footballers to write about. It’s such a joy to bang out banter and scathing comments and insults and all sorts about these two, I realise I lot of my fics are dialogue heavy but it’s just cause it’s so fun!!!

- speaking of dialogue, the nicest compliment I got on that fic comes from @storyshark2005 (Sara) asking if I was actully British because of the dialogue 😭😭😭 My dads scouse and I love a good bit of bloke™️ chat, good to finally put some of my experiences to use

- Jamie strikes me as a man not shy about his drinking (lmaooooo), great to put all those times I’ve been drunk out my mind to use too. That drunk feeling you get when you’ve lost the feeling of your teeth is immense I can’t lie, you feel fucking invincible and the world is your oyster for a good few hours (before it comes crashing down). Perfect for a Caraville hook up xx

- See Jamie is totally confident and head strong and absolutely in charge in many situations…… but Gary is his foil. Something about the manc gets under his skin and has him barking like a dog, so having Jamie’s confidence wobble throughout the fic was sooooooo deicious fun. Suffer loudmouth bastrd!!!!

- Speaking of bastards, having them both be cheaters on their wives was also, I cannot lie, excellent to put to paper. I truly do not think I could ever write a fic that was No WAGs AU, think the closest was the two Promiscuous Carraville PWPs and even then, it’s more just because they have no plot. It’s so much more realistic, interesting and tbh, hot lmaooo

- I wrote Jamie topping in this fic but trust me, I’ve now been converted to the bottom!Carra TRUTHER group (thank you @k-ky (Kakey) for your service 🫡). He feels things so deeply and intensely if his reaction to loosing/failings/articles on his life are to be believed at first hand. The man needs a good decade with a few therapists tbh (said with love and affection, I have a really soft spot for Jamie).

- Having Jamie cry wasn’t on the cards when I began writing but I think it was good to Chuck in. Drunk Jamie finally getting to bed Gaz? Deffo going to be a bit loopy, and emotional and frankly I don’t blame him, Gary all confident without a hitch.

- I love Gary very much as well but he’s so painfully earnest and serious about stuff that I really can see him keeping his shit togetehr during an intense hookup. There’s a bit of a switch about 1/2 way theough where suddenly Gary’s leading them through the steps, although Carra started….

- finally, oh, the moment Gary calls out David’s name? The second that popped into my head I was like YESSSSSS. I think Beville can be something really sweet in their early days…. But Caraville is end game.

-Gary shouting out David’s name when coming is a big old cliche but god did I enjoy it and tbh it helped propel the fic overall from okay to much better.

Okay thanks everything, anon, if you like KaneSon and SouthKane then I can promise more of that at least. Or tbh. Maybe some ideas. I’m sure I something will hit lmao. Do feel free to hit me up via asks privately if you’d like to chat ideas or drop me a DM on discord (same username!) okay love you bye xx

[recents]

im so full of rice and mushrooms that i cooked (deicious) but its making me sleepyyyy

[ankhlesbian]

fifhting for my life to reheat this corn on the cob in a deicious way

[monster-ultra-siesta-mango]

wasabi peas! deicious! deightful!

[amazing-spiderling]

They look deicious

[foodies22]

[cravefoodie]

[classic-and-gold]