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nolita-fairytale · 2 years ago

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make my heart surrender | carmy berzatto x fem!reader | chapter four: friday

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

warnings: lots of swearing, angst, use of she/her pronouns, friends to lovers, smutty smut-smut, this is an 18+ chapter so minors dni, no use of y/n, second person pov

word count: 6.7k

summary: buckle up people, because this is a long one! tonight is the night: the night you and marcus' dessert menu goes live, the night you meet natalie berzatto, and the night that truths are revealed.

a/n: is it hot in here or is it just me? who's ready for some smut? this will be the last chapter i post till sunday/monday, so we can all sit with this. hear me out: it's not that i think carmy is really good at sex. but there's so much tension between these two, i think reader is good at sex, and there's something to be said for being so turned on by the other person that it just hits different.

and here is that song -- the jazz standard turned acoustic cover.

read: part three | masterlist

Friday

“Just remember that we don’t have to reinvent the wheel here. You just have to deliver a really damn good dessert time after time,” you instruct, setting Marcus up, pre-dinner shift.

“I think we should focus on the burnt basque cheesecake in lieu of the classic. You already have a heavier lift on the bake for the chocolate cake. That way, whatever happens with the mixer, or the ovens… this version of cheesecake is pretty forgiving. And you don’t have to fuck around with a water bath just yet.”

“The tiramisu is perfect because it’s a no-bake option, and you can mix it up with different kinds of flavors – call it a special.”

“Like what we’re doing Sunday?” Marcus suggests, in reference to the strawberry, lemon, and mascarpone version you be doing at the end of the week.

“Exactly,” you reply.

“Hell yeah.”

“It all fits into the menu so nicely too: elevated classics.”

“A play on tradition.”

“Exactly."

“Ah, I see you, chef,” Marcus nods along, excited about tonight’s R&D night.

The game plan is to serve smaller portions of each dessert for the price of one, then get feedback by the end of the weekend.

“Hey, family’s up in a minute. You guys ready to roll tonight?” Carmy asks, stopping by you and Marcus’ little pastry corner.

“Yes, chef,” you both answer, in staggered timing.

“She got me workin’ on a strawberry compote. Here, try it, chef,” Marcus encourages, grabbing a clean spoon and scooping out a spoonful from the deli container it’s been stored in. Carmy takes it, putting the spoon in his mouth and he tries the compote.

“That’s gonna be really good with the tang and slightly bitter outside of the burnt cheesecake. Good work, chef,” he congratulates, inspiring a grin across Marcus face.

“I’m learning so much from you. Seriously. Thank you, chef,” he says, turning to you.

“Hey, you’re the one that made the compote,” you reply, redirecting the praise back to him. “Just sayin’.”

“Family’s up!” Sydney calls out to the whole kitchen.

You lock eyes with Carmy, and he nods towards the front of house as if to say, ‘follow me.’ You and Marcus file in through the limited space that leads from the kitchen to the front counter, then finally, into the dining area of the restaurant. Carmy had told you all about the hellish remodel of this place – that the two tops, booths, and bar remodel had taken for-fuckin-ever. That it looked like nothing more than a diner with a few arcade games before the reopen.

“Hey, thanks for jumping in so that Angel could cover me the other night,” Ebrahim says to you, as you find a seat next to Carmy, and across from Marcus.

“Oh, it’s no problem. You feelin’ better?” you ask back.

“Very much so. A little rest and a little maraq digaag and I’m good as new,” he answers.

“What’s good, Jeff? Surprised you’ve stuck around this long. Glad we haven’t scared you away yet,” Tina greets.

Carmy’s shocked, considering Tina rarely warms up to anyone.

You chuckle in response.

“It takes a lot more to scare me away, chef,” you reply, confident that you can keep up with everyone’s witty banter. Even though you’ve been welcomed in over the last few days, you know that they were a family before you came.

And will still be one after you.

Right. Because this is temporary. You’re only here for a week, you remind yourself.

“Yeah, thought she’d be long gone after workin’ the line the other night,” Richie chimes in. “Especially considering she’s way out of your league, cousin.”

“Yeah, yeah, fuck you,” Carmy shoots back, almost instantly.

“I’m just glad you’re here now. Man, it’s been three days and you’ve leveled my shit up already,” Marcus compliments.

“Besides, it’s nice to have some solidarity amongst the little boys club we work in every damn day,” Sydney points out, eliciting a scoff from Richie.

The two of you share a look, like a psychic high five or some shit. It begins to dawn on you that you could get used to this: this kitchen, these people….

“What? You got something against women supporting women, Richie?”

“Oh, so what? You’re the voice of feminism now, Syd?” Richie spits back. “Holy shit! Did you guys know that we were here in the presence of the new voice of-.”

You watch as Tina and Gary slump in their chairs, as if to say, ‘here they go again.’

“Don’t be such a prick, Richie. Oh wait.” Sydney challenges.

“You know what-?” Richie starts up, before being swiftly interrupted.

“Damn, Syd. This is fantastic,” you interject, your voice louder than normal, in reference to her family meal. “These tostadas are fuckin’ perfect and I’m gonna need the recipe.”

Richie continues to go on about god knows what, distracting himself, as Sydney mouths a, ‘thank you’ across the table towards you. You nod towards her as if to say,

I got you.

“Hey, I’m a little behind on plating. Sorry, chef,” Marcus apologizes, and you can tell he’s stressed. He gestures towards the plates that are ready to go out to the bar.

He hesitates before asking, “Oh and uh… these ones are ready to go out. Can you-?”

“‘Course, chef,” you answer, a mini-pep talk coming his way. “But uh… before you keep going, Marcus, take a breath. I know you struggle a little with pacing – you want everything to perfect – but, it’s gonna come with practice and repetition.”

You can see that he’s flustered – a little frustrated even.

“Expediting during dinner is a whole other animal, and it’s just night one. You got this,” you reassure.

You and Carmy had such different leadership styles. While you both had come up in the same kind of kitchens, you didn’t like to yell unless you had to. You were here to teach, and you can’t remember the last time someone screaming at you had ever helped you learn something.

You’re more than happy to support him by taking these plates out. You spent the first half of dinner service plating so that he could get some face time with customers – since you’d be asking for feedback. Then you’d switch halfway through service. You also thought it might be good practice for him to lead, considering they’d need to hire more help with the new menus.

You take a look at the ticket, one dessert tasting - two people - bar top, before taking the dessert plates out to the designated seats at the bar. There’s a gorgeous blonde woman sitting next to a guy in a sweater vest, as you make to approach the bar top.

“Hi, you guys,” you greet, a cheerful smile on your face. “Sorry to keep you waiting. We’re testing out a few new desserts for our dinner menu, so I’d love to hear what you think.”

“Oh this looks great,” the woman says, looking at both perfectly plated desserts.

“Here we have a burnt basque cheesecake with a strawberry compote, The Bear’s signature chocolate layer cake, and then a classic Italian tiramisu,” you explain, walking through each piece.

“Wow,” the man marvels, almost as if he’s surprised.

You share your name with them, and let them know that, if they have any feedback, that they can ask for you. As you turn to go, the woman calls after you, stopping you.

“Wait,” she says, her eyes lighting up. “You’re Carmy’s friend.”

“Yes.”

“Pete, it’s Carmy’s friend!” she exclaims, nudging the man next to her with her elbow to try to jog his memory. “You know! The one that’s staying in our airbnb.”

“Oh!” he says, as the light bulb goes on in his brain. “Yeah, we’ve heard all about you.”

“I’m sorry,” the woman apologizes. “I’m Natalie, his sister, but you can call me Sugar. This is my husband, Pete.”

“Oh my god! Natalie! Yes, I’ve heard so much about you too,” you reply, finally registering that this was the same woman in family photos that Carmy had shown you years ago. “It’s so nice to put a face to the name. And great to meet you too, Pete. Seriously, thanks for letting me stay at the place. I mean, you really didn’t have to.”

“Likewise,” she says back. She scoffs before rolling her eyes and continuing. “Leave it to Carmy to ask us for a favor and not even introduce you to us, that soft shitty bitch!”

“Babe,” Pete starts. “Maybe we shouldn’t be so hard on Carmy, you know, in front of his-.” He gestures towards you and you’re not sure what he thinks you are to Carmy.

Sugar brushes him off with a, ‘whatever,’ before you notice that they’re both in need of clean forks.

“You guys need clean forks. I’m gonna-,” you start.

“Oh no! I uh-, let me get it,” Pete interrupts, practically jumping out of his seat.

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” he agrees, leaving the two of you alone.

You lean against the bar top towards Sugar.

“Well, he couldn’t get out of here fast enough,” you say with a laugh, stating the obvious. She laughs with a nod towards her husband.

“Yeah he’s… special,” she replies. “I think he uh, I think he just wanted to give us some time to talk.”

You’re not sure what to say next, because you’re not sure what you and Carmy’s sister, one you’ve never met before, would have to talk about.

“So how’s the place? Do you have everything you need or-?” Sugar begins, in reference to the airbnb.

“Oh! Yeah, no it’s great. I’ve got everything I need. Again, thank you. You really didn’t have to do that.”

“No, we wanted to!”

“Thanks…” you trail off, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable – nervous, maybe? Yep, definitely nervous, you realize, as you begin to ramble. “It’s a really great apartment. Beautifully styled.”

What the fuck are you even talking about, you think to yourself.

“Oh, I did that! Styled it, I mean,” Sugar’s quick to respond.

“Oh, wow!” you say. Were all the Berzattos creative? “Yeah, I just-, I really appreciate it. Made getting out here a little easier.”

“No, yeah, it’s-, it’s no problem,” Sugar continues. “Really… anything for a friend of Carmy’s.”

You’re not sure why it’s so awkward, and it feels like you’re somehow both dancing around something you’re not even sure you should be dancing around.

“I hope you don’t think I’m a total bitch for saying this but,” Sugar starts, cautiously. While she doesn’t want to make her brother look like a total loser in front of you, she’s also unsure of how else to say what she says next.

“Bear's never really had any friends… not a lot of them, at least. So I-. Thank you. I mean. For being his friend, I guess… is what I’m trying to say.”

Bear.

You figure it's a family nickname. You wonder why you’ve never heard it before, and yet, it’s no surprise that he kept it from you. He’d been so evasive about his family when you’d first met. For a bit, it just felt like a topic that was off limits.

You take a beat, processing what she’s just said. In some ways, you always knew that Carmy was a bit of a loner, but you could feel the weight of what she’s saying – how much it meant to her.

“I know he’s not always easy to love but. I don’t know. He acts like he doesn’t need people, and I know he does. I mean, people outside of this fucked up shit hole anyways,” she continues, gesturing to her surroundings.

You agree with a small laugh, “Yeah, he can be a real dick sometimes. That’s for sure.”

“Seriously. Thank you,” she says, genuinely.

“Of course,” you reply, making sure she knows that her words mean a lot to you. You take a more playful tone as you continue. “To be fair, we did meet in another fucked up spot. Not so much a shit hole though.”

“Yeah, and there’s that,” she sighs, lightheartedly.

“I’m just glad he has someone. He needs someone. Even when he doesn’t want to.”

The rest of dinner service is a blur, as your mind continues to incubate on what Sugar had said to you. You let your interaction with her sit there, but try your best to focus on supporting the rest of service.

You all work together to wrap up the evening – a chaotic dinner service with a lot of lessons learned. You and Carmy are the last to leave as you notice he’s wrapping up a few things in his office. With your jacket on, backpack slung over one shoulder, you stop by to say goodnight before heading out.

He’s sitting in the chair, furiously scribbling a few notes down on a few pages of graphing paper. Your eyes flicker over all of the silly doodles on the whiteboard behind him.

“Hey,” you say, causing him to look up from his notebook.

“Good service tonight,” he says back.

“Yeah,” you nod in agreement. “Desserts were a hit.”

“I heard,” he replies.

You wait for him to say more, only he doesn’t.

“So, I’m gonna get out of here. Marcus is gonna fly solo tomorrow morning, so I won’t be in till the dinner shift,” you start, shooting him a polite smile.

You take a few steps away from the office before he calls out to you.

“Hey!”

You stop, taking a few steps backwards so that you’re standing in the office doorway once again.

“You hungry?” he asks, tentatively.

There’s a look in his eyes that you can’t quite identify: a little nervousness, and something else you haven’t had a chance to name yet. It’s like he’s not ready to part ways with you yet. You smile back at him, hoping to quell whatever nerves he has about the question he just asked you.

“Always, Carm.”

You’re tired and your feet ache from a particularly busy service, but you’re not ready to part ways with him either.

“Watcha thinkin?” you ask curiously, sliding your other arm through the loose strap of your backpack.

“Can I cook you something?” he proposes, hopefully.

You laugh.

“Is that even a real question?”

You wait for him as he wraps up his notes and gather his things. Carmy slips on his jacket and ballcap, ready to head home with you. On the way, he lights up a cigarette, offering one to you, but you tell him that you’re trying to quit – or at least trying to cut back. It’s not a long walk back to his place, and you anticipate it being something along the same lines as what he had in New York: facebook marketplace couch, minimal food in the fridge, a TV and a bed.

Nothing else – just a place to sleep, before he spends most of his day at the restaurant.

When you arrive, you’re not surprised to see that your assumptions were correct. Carmy flips on a few lights as you follow behind him. You drop your book bag onto his couch, slipping your shoes off and removing your jacket, as Carmy bee lines for the kitchen. You hear the faucet turn on as you tentatively explore his small apartment, before meeting him in the small kitchen area.

He takes his time, washing his hands, before drying them on a dish towel and throwing it over his shoulder.

“So what are we makin’, chef?” you inquire.

“We aren’t making anything. You’re gonna sit right over here,” he begins, gesturing towards the area across from his gas stovetop. “Oh shit. Hold on. Let me grab you a-.”

“I’m good here, chef,” you interrupt, making a sound as you hop onto the kitchen counter. You immediately reach for the bag of chips he’s thrown onto it. It’s not even closed properly with a clip or anything so expect them to be stale as you pop one of the chips into your mouth.

“Sour cream and onion? Change up from your regular doritos, huh?”

A small smile spreads across his face as he moves around his kitchen, locating a quarter sheet pan. He opens his practically desolate fridge, pulling out a fresh brick of pecorino romano, guanciale, and a few eggs he throws right into the pint-sized deli container that lays on the sheet pan. The rest follow: an unopened pound of dried spaghetti and black pepper, before he gently places the sheet pan on the counter, beginning to preheat two pans on the stovetop.

“Are you-?”

“Uh huh.”

You smile to yourself. He’s making one of your favorites: carbonara.

The first time he’d made it for you, you had just started spending some of your days off together – had just agreed to be a part of each others' quarantine pods. You knew he had Italian-American heritage but it was blatantly obvious when you took your first bite.

“Holy fuck,” you had practically moaned at your first bite. “This-, please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m pretty sure your talents are being wasted on fine dining, my friend. This is… this is fucking unreal, dude.”

You had tried to convince him that this is the food you both should be cooking, but he vehemently denied the idea, insisting the fine dining was the highest on the food chain and the only way he could make a name for himself.

He’d been drinking the kool-aid. You both had.

You sit quietly, as Carmy works. You watch as he cuts perfect lardons, then renders the fat from the cured pork bits. The smell of the guanciale begins to fill the apartment, and Carmy opens a window, just to let the smoke dissipate.

“You can uh, put some music on if you want,” Carmy says, motioning towards the small bluetooth speaker he has on the coffee table. You agree to, hopping off of the kitchen counter and making your way towards his living area to set up the speaker.

You flip through your phone, looking for a good playlist to put on, settling on one of your dinner party playlists. The speaker booms with the sounds of an old jazz standard, redone as an acoustic cover, and you turn the volume up a little as the water for the spaghetti comes to a boil.

You spend time looking through Carmy’s bookshelf. It’s filled with thick-spined cookbooks from James Beard winning best restaurants and chefs. You drag your fingertips over the spine of a few classics, but settle on a fairly new book, written by someone at the New York Times.

“Do you have any other books besides cookbooks?” you call out to him.

He lets out a dry laugh and you take it as a no.

You make your way back to your spot on the counter, sliding the open chip bag over, before hopping back up to your seat. You flip through the cookbook as Carmy stays busy with the pasta.

It’s quiet moments like these that you’ve missed so much. Some days the two of you could talk for hours about sous vide vs reverse searing, and the right way to make a fucking bearnaisse sauce. Other days, Carmy wasn’t much for conversation, and you loved those ones equally. Sometimes, you just wanted company, so he’d come over and work on a recipe and you’d read while he worked in your kitchen.

You could just be together, and it was nice to feel that again.

No awkward tension of things left unsaid.

But there was a different kind of tension that seemed to linger between the two of you and you wondered if it had always been there. Had you just never noticed? Between the little comments from Richie about being out of his league, and Pete’s open-ended ‘not in front of his’ you wondered if everyone knew something you didn’t.

“Which one’d you go with?” he asks, continuing his graceful dance around the kitchen.

“Korean American. Eric Kim. I hadn’t had a chance to pick up a copy for myself yet, actually,” you answer, flipping through the first few pages.

Your met with quiet as you continue your story.

“You know we’re kind of friends. We went out for drinks a few times. Before I quit my job. Went dancing in the east village and stayed out till two in the morning bar hopping and gossiping about our mutual celebrity crush, Timothee Chalamet,” you add, your attention still fixed on the vibrant, colorful food photographs.

“Timothee Chalamet, huh?” Carmy asks, amused.

Your attention isn’t on Carmy, or what he’s doing, save for the sounds of him moving around the kitchen. That is, until you look up to find him unceremoniously close to you, peering over onto the page you seem so fascinated with.

“Jesus Christ, Car!” you gasp, surprised by his close proximity. Your heart was beating faster as he took a step back. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry,” he mumbles, his head hanging as he takes a few steps back. “Didn’t mean to.”

“No, it’s okay!” you assure. But it’s too late, so you change the subject, deciding to finish your story. “Anyways uh… I had to hang out with someone after you left New York. Make some new friends.”

“We both know you’ve never struggled with that,” Carmy points out, eliciting a playful eye roll from you.

He returns with the most aesthetically pleasing twirl of spaghetti carbonara. It’s so perfect you almost can’t fathom eating it. He hands it to you, then returns to his kitchen counter, plating a second bowl for himself.

After finishing the second twirl, he carelessly tosses his carving fork into the sink, opening another drawer to grab two forks for eating.

“Come on. You don’t want it to get cold,” he encourages, handing you one of the forks.

He waits patiently for you to try it first, so you dig your fork in, creating a spaghetti twirl that hugs the fork, before raising it up to your lips. You open your mouth, taking a bite, before closing your eyes in absolute bliss.

“I can’t fucking stand you.”

He smiles, and it’s the biggest smile you’ve seen on his face this whole week.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean. Fuck you. Like… absolutely fuck you.”

He laughs, finally picking up his own fork and digging into the second bowl he’s plate for himself.

Holy fuck, is it out of this world.

“Like, do you think they’re such a thing as a talent aggression? Like a cute aggression, only I want to squeeze your head off because you’re so damn talented-kind of aggression?” you pitch your idea to him, playfully.

He laughs, a blush spreading across his cheeks, “Uh… no. I don’t think so.”

Carmy rests his back against the counter, as you eat together, side by side. You eat quietly, exchange looks and quiet giggles as the two of you finish your pasta, slurping up the cheesy, egg-yolk coated noodles. When you finish your bowl, you put it down on the counter next to you, throwing your head back with a sigh.

“Thank you,” you say, fully satisfied as you feel the dopamine rush of eating carbs.

“That good, huh?” he asks, a cocky smirk on his face.

“So good,” you exhale happily, as you rest your head on his shoulder. “And you know it, you asshole.”

He chuckles, turning his head towards you just as you lift your head off of his shoulder, your faces mere inches away from each other. You watch as his face turns a few shades darker, the blush across his cheeks running through his whole face.

Are you two fucking idiots to pretend that you were just friends?

Yeah. Yes, you are.

“Sorry, I’m, I didn’t mean to um,” he stutters, beginning to pull away from you.

“Wait,” you call out, reaching out to stop him. You grab his arm.

And there it is again… the tension. That thing that, even when you had talked it out, has remained between you two. He stops moving, his eyes fixated on your hand – the one that’s reached for him. The one that feels hot against his skin.

“Carm, I-. Um, I’ve really missed…” you stammer through, trying not to sound as breathless as you feel.

I’ve really missed you.

“... your carbonara.” He looks up at you with those beautifully sad, cerulean blue eyes, and if you weren’t breathless before, you certainly are now.

“You should make this more often,” is all you manage to get out, and you know you sound helpless.

He doesn’t know what to say back. That he can hear the ache in your voice – a yearning for him that he never imagined anyone could ever have for him. That it’d be world war three, trying to get a carbonara on the dinner menu. That screaming would ensue over a goddamn emulsion. That there’d be no way to pull this off authentically, and that he’d have to use heavy cream, and no fucking way would he compromise on that.

On your favorite fucking dish.

That he only has these ingredients on hand because he went out and bought them in preparation for your visit.

That he only got them for you.

Because he maybe only wants to make carbonara for you, and only you, for forever and ever.

That he’s missed you too, and that wanting you is one of the scariest things he’s ever felt.

His eyes flicker from your hand, the one still holding onto him, and then back to your face. He’s not sure what possesses him to do it, but he can hear his brother’s voice in his head, let it rip, pushing him to lean in – even closer towards you. You wrap your fingers around his arm, encouraging him closer to you – if it’s even possible. Your foreheads meet and it’s as if all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room. It’s like your vision narrows and the dimly lit apartment has faded away behind you.

It’s just you and him.

You feel dizzy – in the most delicious way possible.

You’re not sure who moves in first, but the tip of his nose is ever so gently bumping against yours. You brush the side of your nose against his, neither of you daring to take a breath.

“Carm?”

He doesn’t answer, so you gently begin to leave a kiss against the corner of his mouth.

“This okay?”

Then the side of his top lip.

“Mhm,” he nods, eager to continue where this is going.

Then you pull back, pulling him towards you so that, as you remain perched on top of his kitchen countertop, he fits perfectly between your knees. You lean in to kiss him, and this time, it’s not as hesitant… not as cautious as you’ve both been.

No, these kisses are different, each one opening up the door to more and more – more want, more need, more lust – and as it blooms, as it blossoms, you feel Carmy’s hand move gingerly to cradle your face as you fall down the rabbit hole. Your fingers tangle into his blonde curls allowing your sheer want for him to consume you. It’s lips, and tangled tongues, and tentative, soft moans as you continue to pull each other closer and closer.

And you slowly begin to understand: the lingering tension, the avoidance of labeling you from his brother-in-law, why he’s been terrified to say a damn thing to you this entire week.

As much as you tried, and as much as he’s tried, neither of you had put that night behind you.

Sure, it was shitty timing, and sure he wasn’t in the right headspace then. But now?

Now, could be different, if you’d let it.

Carmy pulls away from you, reluctantly, his face hot before asking, “You uh, you wanna take this somewhere else?”

His tone is hopeful, as if he’s the teenage dirtbag asking the prom queen out – like if you heard him, and you laughed in his face, he simply wouldn’t survive it.

But your response is quite the opposite, and he feels silly for worrying, as you manage a breathy ‘yes’ going back in for one more kiss. He gives you some space to hop off the counter and you grab his hand, leading him towards his bedroom. It’s not a huge place, so you put two and two together about where that is. Carmy leaves the lights off in his bedroom, the only glimmer of light either of you can see comes from the living room lamps, and the kitchen overhead.

With his hand in yours, you pull him towards you again, and he’s more than happy to let you lead. You begin to kiss him, taking note of how perfectly his top lip feels nestled in between yours. He follows you down to his bed, hesitant to put his full body weight on top of you. You giggle into the kiss, pulling him down to you.

“I’m not a porcelain doll, Carm,” you tease, gently.

You feel his lips twist into a smile against yours, as he begins to leave sloppier, wetter kisses down your neck. You allow him to explore as his hesitation lessens, his hands beginning to bunch up the hemline of your shirt. Higher and higher. And before you know it, you’re taking it off, impatiently throwing it somewhere you’ll barely remember in the light of day. You pull Carmy back down for another kiss, this time with a little more intensity, as he covers his body with yours, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of newly revealed skin that he possibly can.

You’re not sure when his shirt joined yours on the floor but before it registers, you’re running your fingers across the muscles of his back, exploring each peak and valley. You hiss in pure pleasure as he pulls down one of the cups of your bra, his tongue running across one of your nipples. You can feel him smile against your skin, a well-won reaction from the pleasure he’s giving you. His other hand reaches up to give equal attention to your other breast, and moments later, you’re both impatiently pulling your bra off.

“Wanna try something,” Carmy murmurs, his eyes meeting yours.

You can feel the wet heat pooling between your legs as you breathe out, “Okay.”

The anticipation is building in your body and you feel like your head might explode. Carmy busies his mouth once again, leaving kisses down your torso as his hands begin to fiddle with the button on your jeans. You giggle, more than willing to help him out as he gets them undone, lifting your hips so that he can slide them off.

He’s hesitant, and you’re trying your damnedest to be patient as he takes his sweet time to marvel at your almost-naked body.

“So fucking perfect,” Carmy whispers, in between leaving wet, open mouthed kisses across your hip bones. You can hardly breathe, panting out loud as he continues his exploration. You make space for him between your legs as he slips his hands into your panties, dragging a finger up and down your dripping sex.

He checks in with you, gauging your reaction, and you nod as he continues what he’s doing.

“This all for me?” he asks. He means for it to sound confident, but as the words leave him, he sounds more surprised than anything.

Before you can answer, he’s pushing your legs wider, his tongue gently running across your clit, causing you to cry out to the gods. He’s tentative at first, but it doesn’t take long for him to gather up the confidence to keep going, with the noises you’re making. At first it’s all tongue, licking, circling and flattening up against you, but you’re losing your mind as he adds his fingers back into the mix. His fingers are buried deep inside of you while his lips and tongue are bringing you far past your edge.

It’s as if the only words you can remember are his name, and ‘fuck.’

You feel his lips curl into a smile against you as he murmurs, “Just wanna make you feel good.”

You can feel it – your climax – building up, and Carmy groans, rutting his hips into the bed as he can no longer ignore how hard he is.

“Carmy, yes. Don’t stop, please. I’m-,” you beg, your voice shaking.

And he has no intention of stopping till he gets what he wants – till he makes you cum. He works you through your orgasm, groaning against you as you cum on his tongue and around his fingers. You swear for a moment that you can’t hear a single thing as stars fill your vision. As you come to, it starts with only the sounds of the heavy pants that escape your mouth. Carmy sits up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“Holy fuck,” you say, breathless.

Carmy lays over you once again, kissing you, and you can taste yourself on his lips.

Your hands fumble with the button on his jeans and you order, no patience left in a single cell of your body, “Off. These need to come off.”

He chuckles, hurrying through the removal of his jeans. You’re so eager to feel the weight of his body on top of yours again that you pull him back down to you before he’s even able to properly take them off.

He’s kissing you again as you reach down, grabbing his hard length through his underwear. He’s thicker than you remember. You slip your hand into the waistband of his briefs, causing him to grunt. He hisses your name as you wrap your soft hand around his dick, bucking his hips into your hand.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask, desperately. “I wanna feel you, Carm.”

“Mhm.”

He doesn’t keep condoms around. It’s not like this happens very often for him. But Richie had thrown a pack of condoms at his head the minute he found out that the friend that was coming to visit was a girl. Richie had teased him with some stupid quip like ‘don’t forget to wrap it up, cousin. No one wants a mini-eleven madison park dickhead running around here.’

He hadn’t expected this to happen. But it’s not like he’d thrown the condoms away either – tucking them into the single drawer of his nightstand.

You wait as he reaches over and pulls out a condom from his nightstand. You want to ask him about why he has them, but as long as you get to feel him, you’re not sure you care.

You’ve been here before with him, but this is different. He sits up on his knees and you follow him, pulling his briefs down properly and giving him time to roll on the condom. He follows you back down onto the bed as you wrap a leg around his waist so that he can fit perfectly between yours.

He waits a beat, and then you feel his thick tip pushing against you, causing your breath to catch in your throat. He rubs the head up and down your slick core, before slowly beginning to push into you.

You both gasp at the feel of each other.

“Fuck. You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he moans, dropping his head into the crevice of your neck. He hopes you can’t tell how utterly helpless he feels.

You hiss at the way he’s stretching you open, the pads of your fingertips digging into his arms. You’re holding onto his arms for dear life as he fills you all the way to the hilt. You let out another moan as you as he stays there for a moment.

“This okay?”

You nod, pulling him down to kiss you again. You start moving your hips against his as Carmy gives you shallow thrusts.

“Hold on,” he breathes out, holding your hips down for a moment. “Just-, just give me a second.”

And you do, allowing him to collect himself, before he’s giving you shallow, gentle thrusts.

But you’re in desperate need for more.

“Carmy?”

“Yeah?”

“Fucking move.”

Finally, finally, he pulls almost all the way out, before driving himself back into you, earning a cry from you as the pleasure is just too much.

“Oh fuck!”

You want more. You want everything and all of him and so much more. And he gives it to you, continuing to check in that what he’s doing is okay. Before you know it, you’re begging him to go faster, harder, convincing him that you’re not fucking breakable and that you want more, grasping at the sheets and his biceps, and his curls – anything you can hang on to as he’s bringing you over your edge again for the second time tonight.

You’re crying out his name as you cum, and Carmy thinks it may be the sweetest, best thing he’s ever heard in his life. He fucks you through your climax, beginning to slow down the pace of this thrusts. He pauses, kisses you long and hard, passionately pausing just to be in this moment with you.

“Carm?” you manage to get out. You wonder if he can hear how much you want him just by the sound of your voice.

“Hm?”

“I wanna ride you,” you say, and you can feel that your words have gone straight to his dick as he twitches inside of you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The two of you clumsily change positions – him on his back staring up at you in awe, like how the hell does that perfect, beautiful, creature want to be here with me now? You reach down, guiding him back inside of you and you’re both gasping at the contact. You begin grinding your hips against him, watching his eyes roll back as you make your movement a little bigger.

“Jesus Christ,” he sighs out, the pleasure of it all taking over his brain.

You know he won’t last much longer as you begin to ride him, rocking your hips back and forth. Carmy hands are on your hips, then running up and down your torso, grabbing your tits, and then they’re pulling you down to him for another passionate makeout as you continue your movements. You can feel his thrusts becoming more erratic as he starts thrusting up into you. You keep riding him, reaching for his hands and placing them along your hips.

“Show me how you want it,” you whisper in between kisses.

“I think this is nice,” he manages to say.

“Show me how you want it, Carmen,” you demand, emphasizing your need for him with use of his full name. “Let me make you cum.”

You squeeze his hands against your ass, egging him on, and he’s not sure what he’s done to deserve this. He holds onto your hips, before thrusting up into you, setting a bruising pace as your moans become louder and louder. You scream out his name, as he brings you closer and closer to your high, chasing his with him.

He grunts, his thrusts becoming sloppier, messier, more desperate and you let him use your body in the most delicious ways.

“Are you gonna cum?”

Instead of answering, he’s driving into you like a fucking mad man, and you’re riding him through his high till you both collapse.

Carmy lets out a strangled moan as he cums, so you begin to slow your movements. You’re breathless, hunched over him, your foreheads touching as you exchange a laugh.

It's a kind of 'I can't believe we just did that' kind of laugh.

“Holy shit,” he says, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” you agree, a stupid, blissed out smile on both of your faces.

“That was-.”

“Yeah.”

You get off of him, allowing him to get up and dispose of the condom. He’s not gone long before he returns to you, wrapping the both of you up in his sheets and into his arms. It feels unlike anything you’ve ever had.

It feels… magnificent.

“Stay with me tonight?” he asks, leaving a few soft kisses along your shoulder.

“After that?” you giggle, as his lips against your neck begin to tickle. “You’re not getting rid of me, Berzatto. Not a fucking chance.”

read: part five

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https://www.tumblr.com/woso-dreamzzz/765534184475426817/httpswwwtumblrcomwoso-dreamzzz76553190830943?source=sharecdreamy family's lore would go hard

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Mcdreamy's parents are both michelin star chefs, one brother is a human rights lawyer, one is a surgeon, one is a neurologist and Mcdreamy is a footballer

And of course her paternal grandparents are Basque and her maternal grandmother is Swedish

The family lore goes hard

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been cheffing it up rlly hard lately lol. big steak pepper lunch, spanish saffron chicken & rice, basque cheesecake with raspberry cardamom coulis, vanilla lemon raspberry yogurt cake

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Woman in Red Ch. 8/17

Chapter 8: Be My Guest

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, outdoor nudity, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!), butt plug, masturbation, vaginal fingering, unprotected anal sex, unrequited shower sex.

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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Chapter 8: Be My Guest

Aya hears Austin’s stomach growling when she opens the bathroom door.

“Geeze, I heard that from over there,” her arms drape around him from behind.

“Yeah, I’m a growing boy you know,” he smiles, playing off the age gap, “do we have dinner plans for the evening?” he asks.

“Of course, let me text…,” she grabs her phone, tapping with one hand, not finishing her sentence. Austin waits patiently, lightly rubbing her forearm.

“OK, Dinner will be here in ten minutes. Hmmmm, whatever will we do with our time.” Aya tosses her phone and presses her mouth to his skin. She kisses down to that sensitive spot at the crook of his neck. She sinks her teeth in just enough and sucks. Her fingers play lightly at his nipples. Gooseflesh trails down his arms.

“Oh, Mmmmm,” Austin’s eyes flutter closed. He had forgotten how triggering his neck was. He reaches around behind him and pulls her into his lap, cradling her.

“You are incorrigible,” he whispers, hand on her jaw, “I fucking love it.” His mouth is on hers. His full lips softly playing on hers.

They stay here, softly lost in one another. Their lips and tongues tender, languishing in sensation.

‘Ding, ding’ goes the door chime. Austin pulls away from her confused and looks towards the bedroom door.

“So,” Aya sits up, nonplussed that someone just walked in her house unannounced, “you can either stay in here until she leaves, or put clothes on, she’s only 18 so… .”

“Who.. what?” Austin reaches for his clothes, he definitely missed something.

“Oh, sorry I must have had that conversation in my head,” she makes a face, grabbing a pink tank and pulling it over her head, “I do that sometimes. I have employed my neighbor's daughter to make us dinner. She takes care of Kato during the week and when I’m gone.” She steps into a maxi skirt, “She is a fantastic chef and as soon as she is out of culinary school I am going to hire her as my full-time personal chef.” She starts, barefoot, down the hall.

“Oh, well I’m gonna use the restroom, then I’ll be out.” he calls down the hall, “Personal chef?” he murmurs, wondering just how wealthy she is.

When he steps out, a feast has been laid out on the marble bar of the kitchen. A dark haired teen, diminutive in stature is unloading the last of her bags. She is telling Aya the dishes at breakneck speed and with nary a breath taken. Austin leans on the wall just inside the hallway, listening and trying to follow along.

“Sea scallops, obvi, and beef carpaccio with the Italian olive oil you brought me. God that is amazing stuff. Lobster ravioli with mushroom reduction, Yes it’s THE wine.” she shimmes her shoulders excitedly. “I know you SAY you don’t like it, but I brought a nice beluga caviar service, just in case it changes your mind, plus your date might like it. Really, Aya, you don’t know what you are missing. A nice cheese plate with some goat and sheep’s cheeses too because I know how you are. Then for dessert I tried my hand at basque cheesecake. I think it’s ok, but you tell me. Then I was debating some dark chocolate truffles, but they totally didn't work. I don't think I’ll ever be a chocolatier, so, knowing you need chocolate, I whipped up my dark chocolate mousse with raspberries. Who do you have over? I thought you didn’t bring dates here? They must be special. Oh hi Kato,” she follows the movement of the cat, turns and sees Austin leaning with arms crossed.

“Oh HI! I’m…. “ she pauses, “Wait… you’re…“ Her mouth falls open, rendering her magically silent. The girl looks at Aya in astonishment.

“Austin, this is Bee,” Aya introduces her.

“Nice to meet you Bee,” he waves, his voice soothing. Dammit, his sister is right, he slipped right into 'fan mode.'

“You too, Austin, ” she recovers her voice, “Damn Aya,” she casts a sidelong glance at Aya, “You cougar, you.” Then back to Austin, “Listen, if you like my stuff, you owe me a selfie.” She smiles.

“You can have one right now if you want,” he says with a little smile.

“Oh no, I want to know if you like my food first,” she smiles, “I have priorities.”

“You let me know if you want me to come clean up,” she says to Aya, waggling her eyebrows. Then she whips back to Austin, pointing at him threateningly, “You had better treat her right or else.”

“Yes Ma’am,” he says, nodding seriously.

“Good… enjoy you two!” and she walks out the front door.

“Wow, she’s…” Austin starts.

“A teenage girl,” Aya shrugs, “But just wait until you taste her food.”

They ate out on the deck under the stars. He was astounded by each and every dish. Truthfully, it was better than some of the fancy Micheline star places he’d been. Aya doesn’t touch the caviar and neither does he. He doesn’t mind caviar, but he is planning on putting his mouth on hers later.

“Text Bee and tell her I owe her a whole bevy of selfies.” he says after tasting her mousse.

Aya just laughs.

Bee comes back to clean up, getting pics of him eating her food, a few selfies and an autograph. He helps her clean up, he just can’t help being polite and sweet. “I like him, you should keep him,” she says to Aya as she leaves.

Aya’s eyes go wide and her lips press together, “Bye Bee” she says tight lipped and trying not to laugh.

Bee just giggles and walks out.

Austin pours the end of the bottle of wine into their two waiting glasses and motions for her to lead the way. He watches as she peels off her tank top and tosses it on the couch. With a coquettish glance over her shoulder, she walks outside.

“I love being naked outside,” she says as she grabs a glass from his hand, sipping.

He glances around, her back yard is completely secluded with vegetation on either side. The ocean beyond was down a steep embankment of rock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been naked outside,” he sets his glass down and peels his shirt off.

She raises her eyebrows, and looks pointedly at his lower half.

He shrugs and pulls his joggers off, leaving them in a puddle on the deck.

A randy smile crosses her lips. She tilts her chin towards the couch.

He sits down, wine glass in hand, sipping.

He gives her skirt the same look as she sidles up to him. She puffs out a breath with a slight shake of the head. She drains her wine glass instead. She gathers the hem of her skirt in her hands and straddles his thigh. He knows she has nothing under her skirt, he watched her put it on for christ’s sake. But the feel of her nakedness against his thigh is still exhilarating. He wasn’t quite hard before, but he can feel his balls tighten under her skirt. She was right to leave it on, sexier this way.

Aya settles down, knees on either side of his hips.

“Sasha, dim the lights please,” she speaks as though to someone in the house. The lights lower, even the outside ones

“Who is Sasha,” Austin looks side to side nervously, painfully aware of his nudity.

“It’s the house, silly,” she grins, “I like the whole smart house thing, so I named it. Makes it more fun.”

He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head in slight embarrassment. His hands slide up her thighs to her sides, moving with the expansion and contraction of her ribs. His thumbs are under her breasts and he can feel as much as hear the vibration of the low, sexy ‘mmmm’ rumbling in her chest. He pulls her to him, flexing his quads.

She is licking and biting her lip, looking down at him. Good lord he is agonizingly fine.

“Now for the real dessert,” she murmurs into his mouth just before she kisses him.

She pushes away only to let him pull her pussy lips back again over his muscular thigh. She pulls away from his lips with an audible smack. Her head falls backwards as the moon peeks out from behind a cloud, bathing her prominent tits in ethereal silver light. She looks fae. He wouldn't be surprised if she sprouted wings, pointy ears, and horns at this point. Her panting increases as does her hip movements. He is mesmerized by her use of him, even just his thigh.

“God I want to fuck you more,” the words slip from between his lips.

“Do you now,” she purrs, looking down at him, her eyes seeming to glow. “And how do you want to fuck me more,” she mimics his tone and cadence for the words ‘fuck me more.’

She moves to straddle his whole lap, his cockstand pressed between them, the fabric of her skirt catching on his tip.

“Any way and all ways,” he gathers it in his hands, the stretchy waist of the maxi skirt easily allows him to pull it over her head. “That’s better, I like you naked,” he lightly runs his hands down her frame.

He angles his hips, pressing forward and up. She lifts up, but not high enough to capture his long cock, only paint the shaft with her juices. His face is a mask of torture.

“Do you want this pussy, Austin?” she asks, her hands lock behind his neck.

He looks up at her, hunger in his eyes, “Yes, yes I do.”

He knows he sounded a little desperate, but he just doesn’t care. It doesn't matter that he was in her an hour ago, he wants her again. When her hot pussy blissfully envelopes his hard cock, he realizes he might never be able to get enough of her. She is a Venus that needs to be worshiped at all costs. He refuses to take his eyes off hers as he flexes his glutes, pressing into her. Her forehead creases, little mewls of pleasure squeak from her. It just makes him want to fuck her harder.

So he does.

Her ample tits bounce as he thrusts into her. He bites his lip. Lord she feels so damn good, looks so damn good, is so damn good. He’s gonna cum if he keeps this up.

He fills her to the brim, ramming into her over and over. She holds herself up just a bit. She could cum like this. But then she remembers something.

She rises to her feet, pulling off him mid thrust. His eyes flash with frustration for a millisecond.

“I believe you promised me an ass fucking, Mr. Butler.” Her voice is sultry and smooth.

His chest expands slightly, whether from exertion, the abrupt cessation of his pleasure, or the way that she said ‘ass fucking’, she doesn’t know.

He wasn’t going to remind her, wasn’t going to force her to make good on his mad threat from last weekend. He is actually slightly embarrassed that he even said it in his frenzy of dark mojo. Thank the lord for the bottle of wine they had already consumed, liquid courage and all.

“I did, are you cashing in on that promise now?” his eye brows raise. He’s not well versed in anal, he’s tried it once or twice, but he’s never had a partner that really was into it.

“Oh yes,” she breathes out, running her finger tips along his shaft, “if you are ok with that.”

“I am,” he nods, his dark self flaring up, “ but I might need some guidance, I’ve not done it much and not with much success.”

“I got you, Austin.” she holds out a hand. “C’mon,” she leads him toward the still open glass doors of her bedroom.

“Just so you know,” she stops in the doorway, “it’s my plan to make you lose your mind.”

Austin nods, capturing his rich bottom lip between his perfect teeth.

“In that case, I should inform you that I want to make you forget everything but my name when you cum,” he winks.

“It’s Austin, right?” she teases.

He purses his lips in a smile and narrows his eyes, but says nothing.

She walks to the drawer beside the bed, reaches in and pulls out a clear bottle with a pump top.

“You ok?” she asks, she’s not sure why.

“Oh I’m more than ok,” he whispers, stepping to her and leaning into a passionate kiss.

Aya hands him the lube, ”I'll be back in a few. when I do, you’d better have that cock lubed and ready.”

“Oh, I’ll be ready,”‘ Austin promises, his voice barely above a whisper.

She disappears into the bathroom.

He smiles, shaking his head to himself.

“Jesus, that woman…” he murmurs. He is so turned on, she just hits things in him like no one else ever has.

He positions himself by the open door, so he’ll be silhouetted by the low lights outside. He stands sideways, his hand full of lube, waiting to hear her bathroom door open. He knows how to put on a show, if nothing else. He knows just how magnetic he can be, and he wants her dripping the moment she sees him playing with himself.

Aya steps into the bathroom and blows a long breath out into the mirror. “Fuck me, he is so unbelievably hot.’

She hurries to clean herself inside and out. She brushes out her long hair. She debates slipping into a pair of red crotchless panties and a red lace crop top, but then remembers him saying he liked her naked. She pulls out her pretty steel butt plug. She is about to lube it up and push it into her ass, then she has a thought. If HE puts it in, he will be well on the way to losing his mind. She smiles deviously.

She walks out with it and a towel in her hand, Austin is standing, back lit, in front of the door. His lean form is situated with his side to her. His back is arched, hips pushed forward so his cock juts out. The entire front of his body is outlined in the sparkly lights from the deck as he strokes himself slowly. She can hear his breathy moans.

“Oh… my,” she is barely audible and stopped in her tracks, “You are so fucking sexy.”

Dropping the towel on the bed, she quickly closes the distance between them, pressing her mouth to his in desperate need. His free hand wraps around her back, feeling just as needy.

“You are…” she hesitates, panting slightly, “are you trying to make me lose control, Austin?”

“Oh yes,” he growls into her mouth, pleased at her reaction.

She almost loses it, almost shoves him down on the bed to ravish him. Almost slides her legs on either side of him. Almost pushes herself onto that gorgeous cock. Almost. She takes a big breath, tensing her jaw. She is determined to stay in control of herself.

“Come over here,” she hooks a finger around his and leads him to the bed, ready to play her own card in this game of sexy one-ups.

“I need to stretch my ass a little, if I’m going to take,” she runs two fingers lightly over his lubed cock, ”this magnificent thing. So I got out my favorite butt plug." She holds it up for him to see, "I hope it's big enough." She holds it down near his hard cock, comparing the sizes. His breath catching in his throat is all the response she needs. She climbs on all fours on the tall bed and holds up the plug.

“Do you want to? Or shall I?” she says with a wicked glance over her shoulder.

“Oh, well,” his eyes widen, taking it from her. “I’ve never… but I’ll try.”

“Be my guest,” she leans over and switches on a string of hanging lights that adorn the back of her bed. They give enough light, but keep the mood sexy. She leans her head down, ass up, opening her legs wide.

“Good lord that is a sight,” he murmurs.

He drips lube onto her exposed asshole. It’s a little cold, as is the steel, but it feel oh so good as he rubs it around in the lube and against her tight ass.

“Just go slow, Austin.” she says

“Yes, Ma’am.” he starts pushing.

She inhales sharply, her mouth open.

He pushes harder then relents, her ass pushing it back at him.

“Oh god yes,” she moans, fisting the sheets.

He smiles, ‘who’s gonna make who lose all control?’ he thinks.

“Fuck me with it.” she says, looking over her shoulder, eyes hooded in desire.

Oh Dammit. She is too hot all bent over and just the right height, he could fuck her just like this. No he will fuck her, just like this. He slides the plug in and out, going deeper each time. As it nears the drop off point, her ass grabs it and pulls it from him.

“Fuuu-uu-uu-uck” she says, rocking her hips, letting the weight settle.

“God that is hot, babe,” he breathes, hand caressing her round cheek.

She pulls herself up on her knees and turns around to look at him with a lopsided smile, “‘Babe?” her tone questioning. She shakes her head, she is not doing a good job of managing expectations here.

“Uh… well…um,” usually quick with a retort, his brain is completely derailed with how sexy she is right now. On her knees, looking over her shoulder, her hand fondling her own ass. Her hair flows down her back, begging to be wrapped around his fist.

“You wanna fuck me with it in…Babe?” her words are slightly taunting, but her body, eyes and tone say something completely different.

He crumbles at the sexy, wanton look on her face, not even registering her tease. “Oh, yes Ma’am,” he hears himself say.

She smiles, knowing she just knocked another notch from his self control.

”How do you want me, Austin. You want to be able to see it? Play with it?” This is not her first rodeo, she knows men.

Holy hell how does she know exactly what he is thinking?

“I want you in every way, darlin’”, the way ‘darlin’ drips from his lips all southern-like is intoxicating. What’s better is that he doesn’t even seem aware that he’s doing it.

She is suddenly too turned on to care what he calls her. They reach for each other, lips crashing together hard and passionate. His hand captures her breast, her spine twists to meet him. The heat in the room blazes between them.

His cock is throbbing and he can’t help but hump against her hip. Fuck he needs her and right now, to hell with control. He pushes her back onto all fours and then manhandles her by the hips, pulling her back to meet him. The silver steel of the flange glinting at him in the tiny fairy lights. He rubs his lubed tip in her wet folds, groaning at the warmth. He nudges forward into her clit just a bit while pressing the stopper with his thumb. If the shaking of her hips and her soft throat-born moans weren’t enough to clue him in, the arching of her back and the pressing of her ass toward him was.

Holy shit, she had forgotten how much she liked being tossed around like this. Then to feel his tip entreating entrance? Fuck she wanted him now, control be damned. Her clit and ass pulse together straight into her core as he touches them. He pushes, slipping his head into her wet folds.

The bulge of the plug presses against him. Like the plug going into her ass, once his head gets past the roundness, he feels sucked in as her pussy contracts around him. He can feel it slither up his spine. It doesn’t stop until he is deep in her. Even then she seems to want to draw him deeper. He jostles the plug slightly. He can feel it moving against him, feel the vibrations as he taps it. Her moans of pleasure egg him on.

She is so… full. His cock deliciously stuffing her pussy. Her ass hugging the steel of the plug.

“Please, Austin, fuck me, please,” she moans. She means it, and she also knows that one of the two best ways to make a man go crazy is to show him how needy you are for him.

“Begging for it, huh?” he teases her, pulling back “Ok, but only if you cum on my cock, can you do that for me darlin’.”

Fuck, there it is again, that hint of southern gentleman laced with the promise of dirty deeds.

“Uh-huh, just, my god, fuck me, I need you,” her breathy voice pleading. The other way to drive a man to delirious passion is to cum for him, on him, in front of him, because of him.

He chuckles behind her ear and wraps her hair around his fist, making her wait. Then he thrusts quickly, using his grip on her hip for leverage.

She squeals out a tiny ‘oh’. He thrusts again and again, his growl reverberating low in his chest.

Reaching between her legs, she can feel him entering her and how dripping wet she is. His rhythm gets steadily faster, harder. Her ‘oh’s get louder, more explosive as each plunge into her clicks her gears tighter and tighter.

She knows her body well. One minute on her clit will set her off. She lightly flicks her swollen nub.

“You are so fucking hot under me. No one could even come close to how fucking sexy you are.” He means it too. Austin is not new to women. He knows the effect his voice has, using it to tell a woman just how sexy he finds her is his secret weapon. And good lord, Aya takes the cake on being sexy as hell.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna…” she groans. She is suddenly shivering; arching and curling her spine in an explosive and sexy version of cat/cow. Her pussy is clenching and unclenching on his cock. She fucks herself on him. Low wordless, moans flow from her. He comes perilously close to creaming her pussy. The pressure from her plug is almost too much. Luckily she jerks off of him to lay face down on the bed, panting and shivering.

He smiles knowing he made her cum first. He can't help but reach out and tap the plug, she groans and twitches.

Then, unexpectedly, she says, “Pull it out, I need that cock.” She lifts her hips up to him. He pulls on the plug, slow and steady. She is rubbing her pussy, her fingertips peaking out from between the bed and her cunt.

“Fuckyes, fuckyes! Oh. My, God!” she almost cums again as it suddenly slips out. He puts it on the bedside table.

She rolls over, her eyes clouded with lust, her arms open. “Come’re” her voice sounds almost angry as she crooks her fingers at him.

She envelops him in her arms, pulling him down, desperate to feel his body along her own. Her mouth is greedy against his. She wraps one leg around his waist and pushes against the bed with the other, flipping them over.

She sits up on him like a tiger in the jungle, ready to pounce. She pumps lube into her hand, then wraps it around his cock. She looks for all the world like she is stroking her own cock between her legs. It’s deliciously provocative.

“You sexy mother fucker, I am so … oh .. god… you,” she says with a shaky breath. He is a fucking muse under her.

His hands clamp down on her thighs as his hips lift up into the friction of her hand

“Oh yeah? Well I …. You… are… fuck,” his cock bounces in her hand.

Neither of them are able to form full sentences. The lust is thick and palpable.

She nods at him, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. He nods back, not trusting his tongue. He is nervous. She reaches behind her with a lubed hand, smearing it on her asshole.

“Hold still,” her voice is commanding "I'll have to go slow at first." 'Torturously slow', she thinks.

He’s never seen anyone so hot as she is at this moment. She leans forward, holding herself up with one hand on his shoulder. The other holding his cock tight against her hole. It takes everything in him not to flip them and rail her into the mattress. But he is willing to take orders, especially from her. He can feel her sphincter tight around his head as she slowly eases down onto him. He is shaking, trying to control his body from thrusting into her. Her ass is unbelievably tight, he didn’t know it would feel this good.

Holy hand grenade, he feels so damn big in her ass. She is breathing though the stretching, she knows if she can get him in and relax, she will adjust. Panting out little breaths she finally makes it down his cock. She pauses there, forcing herself to relax with long breaths.

“You ok?” he asks, trembling. He is so sweet.

“Yeah, just give me a minute,” she breathes,”you are… big.”

A red blush rises to his cheeks and he huffs out a breath, looking down and away.

“Are you being shy?” her eyes narrow playfully as she leans forward slowly, moving on him. “Austin, darling, your big, gorgeous cock…” she can’t help but moan, “...is b- buried, in my tight, little, ass. There is no room for shy now, sweetheart.

Apparently they call each other pet names now.

His jaw is set as he looks up at her through his long eyelashes. His tight little moans accent her movement. He is determined to not thrust as she slides up and down on him a few more times.

She stops with him deep. His face is scrunched up trying to keep himself in check. Even so, he is utterly breathtaking. She leans down to kiss him. He involuntarily moans at the forward movement.

“Oh look at you, all that control,” she taunts him, a slight panting to her breath, “when I know you just want to ramrod into me until you fill me. You wanna watch my pussy grasp at nothing as you fuck my asshole? You can, I’m ready for it now.” she whispers in his ear.

“Oh… you vixen. I may ruin you,” the glint in his eye sparks as his lip curls into a smile, his hands clamping down on her hips.

“I dare you to try.” she smiles slyly at him. It’s always better at this point, when they can take control.

For a split second, Austin considers teasing her back. Pushing her off him and not giving her what she so clearly wants. But where is the fun in that? He locks his hands onto her hips and in one motion, rolls her over in the big bed still buried in her ass.

“What I want, is to watch you come undone on my cock,” he tries an experimental slow thrust into her.

“Oh I will, OH! “ she moans below him with her head back, tits pushing forward, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him further into her.

“Ohmigod.. so tight,” he moans as he rides her slowly. “Can I… are you?… fuck it’s so good, Aya.” He is lost.

“Yes and yes…” she nods, “and you are right, it is.” God he feels so fucking good.

He continues to move slowly, just luxuriating in the sensations. His arms thread under hers, his hands cup her head. He shakes a little as he pushes in, inhales as he pulls back. It is so completely intimate.

She is giving herself over to it, matching him breath for breath. Her fingers digging into his bulging upper arms. It feels so damn amazing. All her senses are focused on the friction. On the in and out of his cock. It winds her slowly tighter and tighter. She is about to reach between them to get to her clit.

“I want to see it,” he says simply and suddenly.

He sits back on his wide knees, pulling her with him. Her hips tilt and he nearly slips all the way out.

“Oh fuck it’s so good Austin!” she moans loudly as he pushes back in.

“Fuck that is hot” his fingers casually pet her wet labia, exploring. Her pussy is engorged, open and willing. Her clit is glistening, beckoning for his touch. His eyes are glued to their joining.

“Oh lord, Austin,” she clenches, even the lightest touch magnified.

He watches her pussy wink at him, he smiles deviantly. Pushing his cock deeper.

“I’m gonna finger this pretty pussy now,” his voice is deep and authoritative, “and you are gonna cum.”

With a nod, she feels his ring and middle finger slide easily into her dripping pussy. He begins to steadily work her. Her eyelids flitter as he pushes and pulls his cock in her stretched asshole. His opposite thumb trails down her inner thigh and alights upon her clit, tracing a soft circle. It feels beyond amazing.

“Oh, oh, oh” each separated by a panting inbreath. She opens the eyes she didn’t realize she had closed to see him staring at her. His nostrils flaring with lust. He looks dark and predatory. Patiently, steadily and inch by inch ensnaring her into orgasm.

She is like a mythological siren under him. Every whimpered vowel, every heave of her chest pulls at him. Her very being seems to be begging him to abandon his steadfast approach and just have at her ass. He will, he tells himself, as soon as she cums. He will pound his cum into her. It won’t take that long, she feels so damn divine. It’s like her tight little hole makes him feel bigger, more sensitive. It’s wild.

Her breath begins to come in rapid gasps. Her hands grasping the back of her knees. She curls up, body straining to cum.

“Please harder! Fuck me harder!” she begs.

He refuses, keeping her on that sweet edge for just a little longer. His thumb, however, can’t help but flash across her clit.

She is poised at the brink, in that maniacal place of almost. She wonders, in the back of her mind, if she’ll pass out before she cums, what with all her panting. His cock fills her ass over and over. His fingers burrow in her pussy, are there three now? Then his thumb sparks across her clit and there is no more precipice to balance on, she is cast into the abyss. Her whole nervous system ablaze, lit up with his cock, switched on by his fingers.

“Austin, Austin, AUSTIN YESSS AUUUUUS-TIIIN!!" she screams from the depths of her soul.

He’d heard women scream his name before, on the street, in bed, at red carpet events. He had never heard his name quite like this. It was primal, like a wild incantation. It triggered him deep in his primitive brain. It pried opened an inner damper as she squirted all over his hands. LIttle flecks of moisture peppered both their stomachs, her inner thighs and the root of his cock. His wet fingers dig now, into her thighs. His body let loose, he rages into her, slamming his hips against her ass.

She keeps screaming “YES! YES! YES!”

He was right. It doesn't take long, or does it? Time has lost all meaning, only reaching the edge and leaping off it with her matters. She thrashes, trapped under his demanding body. She cums and cums, Jesus how much.

Finally he thrusts deep, pumping his cum into her shaking ass. His ‘ugh’ begins as a whimper and cascades into a deep vibrating growl. His hips give a final jerk into her.

With the sudden cessation of his thrusts, Aya can feel his cock throbbing in her ass. She pants, strung out on vivid pleasure. Her eyes flutter open to see him above her, head hanging forward, his mouth hanging open. His fingers still clamped onto her thighs and shaking. He lifts his gaze to hers. They are both just shocked at how good it is. They stare at one another each trying to find a way back, an anchor point. She moistens her lips, dry from moaning and panting. The corner of her mouth lifts in a half smile. He returns it, licking his own lips. He moves to back away and pull out.

“Wait!” she grabs his hands and he freezes, “go slow.”

He nods, looking down at her empty swollen cunt. She reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit side to side with rapid strokes. He pulls out so slowly. It feels so fucking good, her pussy clenches, releases, clenches, releases. She shakes, cumming yet again, spine undulating. Her voice hoarse with moaning. When he is out, she curls up on her side, eyes closed, breath shaky.

“Hey,” he curls up in front of her, “you ok?” He has no idea if this is normal or if he hurt her.

She nods, trying to recover her breath. His arms wrap around her, holding her steady. She presses her forehead to his chest, needing the grounding.

“Yeah, that was just… intense and fucking amazing,” she finally says.

“Mmm hmm,” he nuzzles into her hair, inhaling her scent.

“Come on, we need to shower after that,” she says after several minutes.

“Hmmm, yeah,” his voice is sleepy in her ear, but he pushes himself to sitting.

Aya goes first, just wanting to wash her body, not her hair. Austin slips into the big walk-in shower with her, soaping up her back. She turns around to kiss him, his soapy hands gliding over her torso.

“Lord you are gorgeous Austin,” Aya says, ”It feels like a travesty, to have you in my shower and not have the energy to fuck you, that’s twice now.”

“You take my breath away, Aya,” he says simply. “It’s ok, we can take a rain check on hot shower sex.” Again with the promises of more to come.

Aya is standing in the doorway, the cool night air raising goosebumps on her naked skin. Moonlight streaming in. She turns to see Austin step out of her bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Yup, a total travesty.

She had offered him one of the guest rooms, but he said he preferred to sleep with her. She liked the idea of his beautiful self merely an arms reach away all night.

“If I wake you by riding your morning wood, will you mind?” she says both cheekily and seriously.

“Not unless you mind me doing the same,” he smiles.

“It IS the best way to be woken up, that and ba- ay -ay con,” Aya yawns.

As he curls around her from behind, Kato balled up at their feet, she thinks just how good this feels, how much she has missed having something like this. Before she drifts off, she quietly smothers her inner voice, the one that is reminding her of personal vows made long ago.

Austin feels her deep breaths, feels her fall asleep. He gently brushes her hair away from her neck. It’s been a long time since he felt anything like this. Like a kid in love. Sure, he’s cared about those others, but this feels next level.

‘Why am I having these feelings? Jesus, who is this woman?’ he thinks to himself. ‘It’s just an orgasm-induced oxytocin release, Austin, calm down,’ he tells himself. ‘Yeah but no,’ is his internal rebuttal, ‘I don’t think it’s just that. She is so… I don’t know… just...more. Maybe it’s just the newness of it all. Well, I can either run for the hills, or wait and see how this all plays out.' He shakes his head, heaving a big sigh, just before a well deserved sleep overtakes him.

#austin butler #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #one sexy mother fucker

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gunkbaby · 6 months ago

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if Shuu was a human what would his top 5 favourite foods be?

ooh good one. This is tricky bc shuu is such a picky eater, but still has this ‘eat the world’ attitude, i think one thing abt human shuu aus rly neglect to compensate for is how closely tied Shuu is to the idea of being an apex predator, but I think you can still achieve it, and I will try my best! i do know a bit abt gourmet food! (There are actually a lot of books abt food critics and gourmet chefs who get 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕪 with cooking)

i feel like is also hard bc shuu would probably like everyone to think his favourite food is something rare and exotic so maybe he would twist the truth a little. Narrowing down specific foods is difficult but I will try my best!

Kaneki’s bussy

Orlotan - this fucked me up when i heard about it. But the practice of eating orlotan is utter decadence - to a ridiculous extent. It’s a bit like Foie Gras - the orlotan are wild caught and force fed to double their mass, then drowned and marinated in Armagnac and then cooked. It’s meant to be consumed whole, the bones spat out, and typically, the consumer is traditionally supposed to wear a napkin or towel over their face whilst they eat the bird. I can’t remember why - but I’ve seen it said that is either to maintain dignity when spitting out the bones, or to shield such a disgraceful act from God’s eyes. The latter sounds cool as fuck so i believe it. I love Jesus!!! I think Shuu would lap something like that up. I’ve yet to find something so dreadfully French in the matter of food, and I think he’d probably say this is his favourite food - if only for the amount of ceremony involved.

Cheesecake - Shuu always mentioning cheesecake in early TG and I would like to give him this one as a little treat. I don’t know a lot abt cheesecake bc i fucking hate the stuff but maybe he’d like something like Basque? Which is just burned custard(?) cheesecake - i was reminded of tiramisu but apparently it’s more of a soufflé. I think he’d probably go for something floral too - rose cheesecake’s probably a thing, lavender, peony. I don’t know if I see him as a sweet/dessert person. He’s more likely to enjoy richer desserts like cheesecake and chocolates.

Dark Chocolate - maybe a sneak! I am a Dark Chocolate Enjoyer so total bias but hear me out (yes i do also like black liquorice!). If it is less than 80% cocoa it’s too sweet! He’d be a 100% kind of guy, because bragging rights. I think he might enjoy it with some fruits, maybe with orange biscuits or raspberries. I think he’d like raspberries, they taste like little rubies to me. Dark chocolate goes good with almond butter, he might make it fancy - foamed raspberry with shredded chocolate over almond biscuits with coffee cream. we might call that a rather bizarre mocha, but shuu would say it’s a deconstructed tiramisu. the reason i think he’d choose dark chocolate is because i don’t think he’d eat sweets. Dark chocolate has a deeper taste profile, in my experience dark chocolate is always unique. This might appeal to Shuu. It goes well with far more flavours than typical chocolate - spices, florals, etc - i recently had dark chocolate almonds dusted in matcha! They were utterly divine. Dark chocolate is highly overrhated in my opinion.

Exotic Meat - this is a generalisation sorry 😢 But I believe it canonical - very premium cuts of meat from animals you might not typically farm - zebra, bear, crocodile, rattlesnake, that sort of thing. It’s really controversial for some reason and as a vegan I should be opposed, but I think wild hunting is leagues better than farming, provided it’s not an endangered species, but Shuu would definitely eat an endangered species. Maybe he likes to brag and his favourite meat is snow leopard, or something. Dodo. Dinosaur, even (he was There).

Fugu (pufferfish) - this is shorthand for ‘dangerous food’ lol! Without the danger of being a ghoul, we have to consider how a human shuu might chase this danger. He might hunt his exotic meats, but I think he might try and achieve this by also eating dangerous food - food that’s poisonous or toxic. a bit of a Russian roulette. I wouldn’t even put it beneath a human or a ghoul Shuu to eat something with worms! (Same tbh. Would.)

i think most of the above are what Shuu might want people to believe are his favourite foods, so I’d like to take some time to throw my other ideas in the ring.

I think he’d take comfort in Monte Cristo - if only because in a human universe, I would take it to be his father’s favourite food. He’d probably be given it as a child or something, so good associations. There’s not much rly to say else there, but the idea of Shuu eating a toastie fascinates me. If he eats it when he’s sad, i think he’d look like that little mouse video, but otherwise I think he’d eat a toastie with a knife & fork.

I mentioned dark chocolate earlier, but of course he might also like some luxury chocolates - i think of these wonderful chocolates i saw once, that had been dyed and marbled to look like planets and marbled, filled with pistachio or coffee foams. Wonderful. Straight from switzerland or italy. Maybe he would enjoy ruby chocolate too? I’ve never had it! I said no sweets but white chocolate has a time and place, but it works wonderfully with wasabi or miso - i made wasabi and white chocolate cupcakes once. Good lord. He would like that. White chocolate and nuts is also very good. When I was vegetarian, my guilty pleasure used to be salted liquorice dipped in white chocolate - but I don’t know if he’d like that!

i think he’d eat sea urchin.

Some drinks too! -

Coffee: specifically coffee with blue seaweed or Kopi Iuwak. He’s definitely tried it, but does he like it? Who knows? I’ve always wanted to try seaweed coffee. Kopi Iuwak is coffee beans that’s already passed through the digestive system of a civet. It sounds like a bit of a farce to me, but i don’t think it’s as repulsive as people make out.

matchaaaa - bias i just think everyone should drink matcha

moon milk - i’ve never had this bc broke but it sounds so good. I think he’d like the pink/rose milk the most! maybe the blue spirulina?

Nut milks - vegan bias but seriously who can honestly argue cow juice tastes better than a refreshing glass of cashew milk??? Shuu would probably have something like pistachio milk, tigernut, brazil nut, macadamia -that sort of thing! Stuff you can’t get from the shops!

People will probably kill me if I don’t mention escargot or frogs legs so. Obligatory mention. Personally I find that to be rather typical and cliched - ooh, mandatory french food! So bizarre! Whatever. Partly why this ask took me a long time to get to, is because I wanted to go through my books and notes. It would have been easy for me to sit here and type that human Shuu would eat lobster and ragyu and live baby shrimp in miso soup, but i think it’s too obvious. In my experience, there is so much more to get out of Shuu when you delve deeper and don’t say the first thing!

i also want to say, sometimes i see how we (westerners) talk about food from different cultures. lots of high-class gourmet stuff seems silly, but i dont care to mock it. i can’t enjoy food anymore, but it makes me happy that some people enjoy food enough to make it a silly and pompous hobby. But i think sometimes we look at frogs legs or zebra steaks, orlotan or fugu, fermented egg, people eating guinea pigs, chihuahua or cat, sometimes we have a tendency to say it’s gross and twisted, but i don’t think that’s necessary. if something tastes good, if an animal has good meat, then why not? eating the world is sometimes a good thing. not always, but sometimes.

This question made me think a lot, so thank you! I was thinking about a human shuu - all the stories you could make up! There’s a lot to sink your teeth into!

I’m sorry if this was incoherent last night i took 40 laxatives and i just drank 2 monster energy back to back I feel very sane!!!!

#asks #thank you for the ask!#shuu asks #shuucore #shuu tsukiyama #Human! Shuu #tg gunk #So much to think about #Food #gunk #ask again. Yes #This ask was so fun #thank you!

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accio-victuuri · 2 years ago

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all the cpns i missed to post this week… 📝

some sweet bits being talked about in cpf circle. everything is fake. it’s all a coincidence.

i was too distracted by all the yibo x chanel content going around the past days, so this is really more of a short catch-up for me with cpn. other things that were discussed aside from the matching cases.

• I cannot confirm how true this is, but we have an old cpn that wyb tried to make a cake for xz. then this photo floated around, about xz’s ace troops birthday and how he was happily eating a birthday cake. it’s obvs home made and people were puzzled why he was so happy when the cake looked like that (p1). well i think we know why. looks like an attempt on burnt basque cheesecake. at least to me 😂.

( excuse p2, lol. i just think it’s so meme-able )

and well this type of cake also brings back the 2022 birthday cake cpn ( p8 of this set ) and that looks a very well made cheesecake. so wyb really did improve. i don’t doubt his skills anymore. especially after what btf cast talked about — that wyb can make dishes. i think the “i can’t cook” thing narrative before was to keep up the whole “i’m a cool guy” persona. but maybe in the near future, wyb the chef will have his debut. 🫶🏼

• For the Molsion event, he answered that he wants to travel outdoor ( like the mountains ), camping and playing frisbee. All things that they have in common. Someone please let them go camping and do outdoor stuff while they have some time off.

Their lives are mostly them stuck filming and in hotels so it’s understandable that they wanna be close to nature to relax 🍃

He also answered “meeting a friend for dinner” when asked about when he will wear his eyeglasses. then he smiled so sweetly. AHHHHH! Who is the friend you will meet for dinner?

• their Molsion x HK glasses being put side by side @ stores. They know what sells and an accidental cpf support 😅😅😅

• Their love for taking photos of sunrise & sunsets. Bobo’s was taken when he was riding the ferris wheel. I thought he will share a photo of the skatepark he visited but he chose this instead. So romantic. posted both photo and story 🌅

• same energy ✌🏼

sources: one | two | three | four | five

-END.

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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beautiful-basque-country · 1 year ago

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That Spanish chef that murdered his Colombian partner in Thailand had more press coverage in Spain than Pablo González, it seems..

Kaixo anon!

Yeah, and it makes you wonder why, right?

One is a handsome chef son and grandson of famous Spanish actors, rich, Madrid-born. Most media are questioning Thai police and being oh so concerned about the presumed killer's well being, praying for his family, and hoping he can serve his time in Spain. The general suggestion is he's guilty, but poor soul.

The other one is a Basque man - son of an exiled Basque woman in Russia -, journalist, of humble origins, and average looking. There hasn't been any news coverage and nobody on mass media questioned Polish police, nobody in the main media has showed their concerns about his well being, or his family's, or even has thought about him serving his time in Spain. The general assumption is he's guilty, so let him rot there.

One of them has a ton of evidences against him and has confessed his crime.

The other has been in prison for 1 year and a half now, with no evidence against him, and without a precise crime to accuse him of.

#justiceForPablo #freePablo

#euskal herria #basque country #pays basque #pais vasco #euskadi #pablo gonzález #Free pablo #Thailand #Poland #News #Anons #pwrsonal

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jackredfieldwasmyjacob · 2 years ago

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hello everyone, annoying spaniard here!!! these last few days i've been stressing over assignments so i didn't have time or will to post one of these, but i'm back and this post is gonna be a bit longer so yay!

if you don't know what i'm doing, i'm just playing pokemon scarlet and violet and commenting on any references to my culture i come across :) here's my previous post btw

let's start with porto marinado's marketplace!! markets are big in spain, they can be found all throughout the country and i feel there's not a single market that served as inspiration for the paldean one, below i'll just add the ones i know the most / the most representative ones: the la cebada and san miguel markets in madrid, the la boquería market in barcelona, and the central market in valència

staying on this topic, i also really like kofu as a gym leader and specifically as a chef! as you could already imagine by looking at paldea, food is incredibly important in spain, it is part of our cultural identity and it plays a huge part in almost every aspect of daily life. there's 283 michelin stars in the country, and spanish chefs have won the title of best chefs in the world on numerous occasions. cooking shows are very popular, and in most of them there's always a section where the chef goes to the market to get fresh produce, just like kofu does! his personality reminds me a lot of famous tv chef karlos arguiñano, while his design is more similar to chef josé andrés, an incredible human being who's done a lot of humanitarian aid around the world and who recently got awarded with a honorific plaque in kyiv by ukrainian president zelensky as well as with the order of honor.

i've already commented on this but i hadn't seen the actual postal office building until now; the colour of mail service here is yellow, just like in the games :)

i found a new restaurant which means new food yay!!!

the first dish is just pintxos, similar to tapas but make them basque, and that area is really big on fish and seafood so it makes sense than their pokemon counterpart also has them!

even if arroz con leche is usually associated with argentina, it actually originated in spain and it is a traditional dessert still handmade in rural areas and widely consumed all over the country

ceviche is peruvian!

the fourth dish is probably a reference to espetos

the fifth is just pasta lol

even though levincia is 100% inspired in valència, both because of its location and its modern / technological look (also its name), the business area looks like it took inspiration on the cuatro torres business area and the AZCA district in madrid, the heart of business stuff in the country.

(btw the four towers in the pic are now five so much closer to their pokémon counterparts)

also as a quick note i find very funny the fact that the largest company in paldea seems to be a construction one, as the 2008 spanish economic crisis started (among other factors) due to the high speculation within that sector lol

i also find iono a hilarious concept for a paldean gym leader cause streamers are actually very popular in spain, i would say most young people (including myself) follow at least one streamer, and just looking at the top streamers list for november 2022, i'm counting 4 spanish streamers in the top 50 of the world. spanish youtubers are pretty high in the hispanic twitch community and for what i've seen on the internet recently younger latines are beginning to associate spain with twitch and streamers which lol. and of course, i cannot talk about spanish streamers without talking about ibai llanos, probably the most influential person to young people right now in the country (and a pretty good influence that is); he has the 4th most-followed twitch channel in the world, he's won the streamer of the year award in 2020 and 2021, held many irl events that have broken twitch view records, and has managed to rival mainstream television. in fact, spanish television seems to hold an absurd grudge against streamers and sees them as direct competitors, it's all very bizarre and makes all of iono's thing even funnier.

also - and i realise this is only a thing that happens in the spanish version of the game but it brought me immense joy and i wanted to share it with you - all of iono's lines and in general all of her gym was full of references to twitter memes and basically internet slang, it was both delightful and painful. here are some of my favorites:

she would say 'hacer la combatición' ('do the fightation') instead of 'combatir' ('fight'), and this is a reference to twitter slang; instead of saying 'morir' ('die') people would just type 'hacer la morición' ('do the diation'). it's just a funny and nonsensical way of saying it, that's it. also i've said this irl so it's one of those expressions capable of jumping outside of the internet into everyday vocabulary

at one point she calls you 'monstro/a' ('monster'), which is an expression the singer and celebrity rosario flores uses during the the voice auditions (she's a coach there) a lot, to the point it became a meme.

this one made me holler because it is one of my favourite expressions and one i use all the time... anyways when you defeat this trainer (i believe he's the first one?) he says 'emosido ganados' ('we have been beaten'). the correct way of writing that phrase is 'hemos sido ganados', and it is a reference to this graffitti which has become a staple in the twitter reaction meme repertoire ('emosido engañado' reads 'we have been fooled', the correct way of writing it is 'hemos sido engañados'). i unfortunately also say this one irl from time to time rip me

and that's all for this post!! i hope you liked it!

here's next post :)

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon sv #pokemon spoilers #pokemon sv spoilers #i am still not over iono and everything she represents cause lol #it's most likely not intentional but still... lol #i think i went a bit over the rails with this post so... i'm sorry? you're welcome? idk

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importantwomensbirthdays · 2 years ago

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Leonor Espinosa

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Leonor Espinosa was born in 1963 in Cartago, Colombia. A self-taught chef, Espinosa is the owner of LEO, the only restaurant in Colombia to make the 2019 World's 50 Best Restaurants list. The restaurant's menu highlights culinary traditions from across Colombia. In 2008, she established the FUNLEO Foundation, to promote the food cultures of indigenous and Afro-Colombian communities. In 2017, Espinosa won the Basque Culinary World Prize.

#latin america #latina #south america #colombia #colombian #food #gastronomy #cuisine #chefs #cooking #restaurants #Youtube

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the-coconut-asado · 1 year ago

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PINTXOS-PERFECT

Believe it or not, there are one or two people out there who aren’t inspired by the idea of San Sebástian.

The joy of choosing pintxos from the counter ? ‘Health and safety hazard.’ But everything’s fresh! ‘Don’t fancy it’. What about the delicious spider-crab tarts? ‘Don’t like crab’. Gateau Basque? ‘Now I do like cheesecake - but why no biscuit base?’

Thankfully I’ve only experienced this pintxos prejudice from a handful of people. For the rest of you: if you don’t yet know that San Sebástian is the culinary capital of Europe, with more Michelin starred restaurants per capita than anywhere else on the continent, then just tell me which rock you’ve been living under and I’ll send my people round. With delicious morsels of wild mushroom. I’m not a monster after all.

Then there are those who love San Sebástian, have visited it several times, but have only the vaguest recommendations of where to eat. Yes I know. Everywhere is good. But just telling me ‘it’s all about the pintxos’ (no shit Sherlock) isn’t really giving me much to go on. So, for those of you venturing to Spain’s most edible city for the first time, or just can’t remember where you ate last time, here are my top recommendations.

First of all, get yourself on a good food tour. And we went on the best, thanks to a proper, detailed recommendation from my mate Mykayla at work. The first thing you learn about Eskerne, founder of Discover San Sebastian is that she is more revered than the Mayor- and knows more about the history and gastronomy of the region than any mayor. She met us at the Hotel de Londres at 10.30 sharp and deposited us in the park over four hours later, sated and gasping for superlatives about the food we had eaten. This was a PhD in Pintxos - spider crab tartlets, mind-boggling asian-fusion scallops with samphire, wild mushrooms mixed with egg yolk, octopus on sauteed potato…On and on it went, setting off many several taste bombs in my mouth. Do yourselves a favour and book her as soon as you have booked your flights.

But you don’t just have to eat pintxos. My daughter found Bar El Kbzon near the City’s surfing beach. For my money the best of San Sebástian’s restaurants: cafe-informal with stunning views of the beach at sunset, and a menu we ended up ordering in its entirety: best black pudding I’ve ever tasted, heavenly hake and pig’s ear on borlotti beans just three of the reasons to go back. The chef likes Thai food so there were some inspired flavours going on in all of these - plus he makes a mean pad thai if you fancy that.

Great places to eat are not limited to the city centre. My cousin and her husband took us to Kako Jatetxea, a bistro with classical charm in a town called Astigarraga, just outside the city centre and famous for its cider houses (the main drink of the region along with Txakoli - more of this later). They had a lot going on in their menu but you can’t go wrong with their surf and turf - a whole pan-fried turbot in a butter sauce and a mammoth rib of beef.

Want to find that ultimate Gateau Basque? Eskerne pointed us in the direction of La Viña and advised us to order just a half portion each. The aggressive rubbernecking required to get to the counter and get attention meant I forgot the Spanish for ‘half portion’ and emerged with the full three slices for each of us. It didn’t matter in the end as we demolished them all in a matter of minutes. We also forgot to order the Ximenez sherry to pour over the gateau - Mykayla says this is a must.

And finally, for super fine dining head to Galerna Jan Edan. I usually prefer generous rustic food to a degustation menu but this one gave us a night to remember: imaginative creations with intense flavours from prawn, pork belly, hake and a strawberry and violet ice cream that over-stimulated my taste buds in the best possible way. All washed down by the region’s signature Txakoli wine (you say Txakoli, I say Chocoli, let’s just pour another glass and forget about it).

There are hundreds upon hundreds of pintxos bars, restaurants, cafes and gelateria crammed into this petite, beautiful and dramatic-looking city. Don't say I didn't tell you - and try making these dishes to get you in the mood.

Crab Tarts

I have done my best to recreate the flavours of the version I inhaled in Ganbera pintxos bar. And guaranteed no soggy bottom-pastry. Serves 4 as a starter.

Ingredients:

250g ready-made shortcrust pastry (or make your own)

3 tbsp extra virgin olive oil

225g white crab meat

Generous tbsp. brown crab meat

1 banana shallot, chopped finely

1 carrot, chopped finely

4 cloves garlic, chopped finely

250ml shellfish stock

60 ml cognac

3 medium tomatoes, skinned seeded and chopped

1 tsp chilli flakes

1 bunch parsley

25g fresh breadcrumbs, browned in a little oil and tossed with chopped parsley

Knob of butter

How to make.

Heat the oven to 200C.

Roll out the pastry and cut 8 rounds to fill 8 individual tart cases. Pop the tins onto a baking sheet and bake blind for 10-12 minutes, remove from the oven and put on the side to cool in their tins. When cool, remove from the tins and place the pastry shells back on the baking sheet.

To make the filling. Heat 3 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil in a frying pan and saute the onions, carrot and chilli flakes for 10 minutes. Add the garlic and fry for another minute or so, then add the tomatoes, salt and pepper, cognac, shellfish stock and 200ml water. Bring to a simmer and continue to simmer until the sauce has reduced and you can drag your wooden spoon through it without the mixture closing up quickly.

Turn off the heat, add the crab meats and a bunch of chopped parsley. Cool the mix.

Turn up the oven to 220C. Fill each of the tart shells with the crab mixture then top each tart with the breadcrumbs and a small knob of butter. Pop back into the oven for 6-8 minutes until crisp and hot. Serve immediately.

Two Easy Peasy Pintxos

As a parting gift from our tour, Eskerne gave me a copy of Josema Azpeita an Ritxar Tolosa’s The Pintxo Trail. None of the recipes give proportions so I have done the hard work for you while adapting them slightly. Serves 2-3

Pintxos with cream cheese, honey and walnuts

For each person cut 3 slices of a baguette loaf at a diagonal and toast lightly and rub with a clove of garlic. Cool slightly then top with cream cheese with herbs (philly is fine), top with a couple of walnut halves and drizzle with honey. Complete with a sprinkling of parsley and season.

Esclavida (catalan vegetables) with anchovy

Heat the oven to 150C.Baste an aubergine and a red pepper in extra virgin olive oil, pop onto a baking tray and into the oven for 20 minutes. Remove and then skin the aubergine and red pepper and cut each into 4 slices. Toast the bread and rub with a clove of garlic. Drizzle the toast with olive oil and season. Place the broad strips of cooked vegetable on top and top with two marinated anchovies (buy these from the supermarket chiller cabinet, don’t use ones from a jar). Make a quick garlic dressing with olive oil, garlic and parsley and drizzle over the top.

Gateau Basque

This version of La Viña’s classic is from Brat restaurant in London via Claire Ptak’s latest confection Love is a Pink Cake. A genius addition of tapioca flour and cornflour gives a wonderful texture. Serves 6.

Ingredients:

450g cream cheese

125g caster sugar

3 large eggs

250g double cream

1 tbsp. Crème fraiche

1 tbsp. Vanilla extract

1 tbsp. Tapioca flour

1 tbsp, cornflour

¼ tsp. Sea salt

How to make:

Preheat the oven to 230C.

Line a 15cm round and 8cm deep cake tin with a single sheet of baking paper that comes up further than the sides of the tin - this caters for the dramatic rise of the gateau.

Whisk together the cream cheese and sugar, add the eggs one at a time and continue whisking between each addition until fully incorporated.

In a separate bowl, mix together the remaining ingredients, then add to the cheese mixture and mix everything until smooth and well combined.

Pour the mixture into the prepared tin and bake in the oven for 40 minutes until black on top, puffed but still has a little wobble. Cool for at least an hour until set, then serve at room temperature.

This goes magically with some poached plums which you can make while the gateau is in the oven.

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