#here to offer this tasty morsel

[cinnabean3]

[another-lost-mc]

Imagine Vampire Lord!Diavolo receiving a sacrificial human as a gift. He's delighted but pretends to act horrified and sympathetic to the poor little thing's plight. Blood tastes horrible if the human is terrified. So, for months he lulls them into a false sense of security. Lavishing them with care, gentlemanly behaviour, and isolation for their safety of course!

Let the human delude themself into thinking they had a choice. Vampire Lord!Diavolo mouth waters at the thought of their favourite pet voluntarily offering their blood to him. By then, the trap has long snapped shut. Pleaseee we need more gilded cage, manipulative Diavolo because the potential is limitless!!

A/N: I might've gotten a little carried away with this one.

Vampire!DIAVOLO x gn!Reader, 2.3k words, nsfw, dark themes/content.

Content warnings: canon-typical vampire behaviour including biting/blood drinking, predator/prey dynamics, kidnapping, coercion, manipulation, implied isolation/imprisonment, minor violence, pet names, some sexual content.

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Vampire Prince!Diavolo who hosts monthly gatherings for the other vampire nobles. The abducted humans, like sweet sacrificial lambs, are brought to the castle for the vampire lords to prey on. It’s an archaic practice, but tradition is important to his people.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who doesn’t usually participate in these events himself—Barbatos ensures that all the humans he needs for consumption are delivered to the castle dungeons regularly—but he catches a whiff of an unusual scent in the air.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who finds you huddled at the edge of the room while several nobles leer at you, taunting you as they delight in your torment. Underneath the acrid scent of fear pouring off you in waves, he detects the hint of something scrumptious. It makes his mouth water and he’s overcome with the temptation to claim you for himself.

(He’ll need to do something about the bitterness currently tainting the blood in your veins if he wants to enjoy you properly.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who murmurs instructions to Barbatos and slips away from the party. He sits on his throne in the empty council chamber and waits.

Barbatos finishes his tasks and returns to the prince's side quickly. “Everything is as you requested, my lord.”

“And our guest?”

“Frightened but unharmed. It won’t be long.”

There’s a scuffle outside the door and then a loud, pounding knock. Two guards push the doors open and escort you inside. One of them shoves you forward and you stumble to your knees before the prince.

“Enough,” Diavolo orders as he rises from his throne. You try to crawl away from him, but you're paralyzed by fear. His impressive frame towers over you, and there’s an angry glint in his eyes when he snarls at the guards who skitter away with hasty apologies to their lord.

His face softens as he kneels down on one knee before you, hands held out in front of him as if to show you he means no harm. He’s careful not to touch you; you’re still trembling like a pitiful little mouse.

He almost feels guilty that you ended up here—a tasty morsel for beasts much stronger than you—but then he wouldn't have this chance to have you for himself, would he?

“You must be cold,” he says apologetically. The thin material of the simple robe you were given to wear—similar to the other human guests—leaves little to the imagination. Diavolo unclasps his cloak and drapes it over your shoulders.

You stare at him dumbstruck; you’re too scared to move, too scared to breathe.

He leans forward and scents the air discreetly. The foul stench of fear is stronger now, but so is the undercurrent of your natural scent. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from licking his lips.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who promises that no harm shall come to you, so long as you are respectful and follow the rules you are given. He insists that you’ll be given a spacious room of your own near the finest library in the castle.

(You don’t need to know that it’s his own private library in the royal quarters where only you and he reside.) 

Vampire Prince!Diavolo, who asks you to call him by his name, escorts you personally to your new room. He had Barbatos prepare this for you once he decided you would be his.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who hopes you’ll appreciate the luxuries he’s giving you: a large bed with the finest silk sheets, a private bathroom, a writing desk and record player. There’s an empty walk-in closet that the prince intends on filling with tailored clothes to accentuate your lovely features, in all the colours he thinks will best compliment your eyes and complexion.

(You’ll be beautiful for his eyes alone.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who spends as much time with you as he can. He wants you to get used to his presence in the hopes that one day you'll crave his company instead of simply tolerating it. He makes time in his schedule so he can join you for each meal Barbatos brings to your room.

Your hand shakes nervously and the cutlery scrapes unpleasantly against the china plate. Diavolo pretends not to notice as he takes a sip from the chalice of blood he’s brought with him in lieu of eating food.

“If there are any particular foods you enjoy, please let me know. I’ll see to it that Barbatos prepares your meals especially suited to your tastes,” he says as he lowers his glass, licking a stray drop of blood from his lip.

You glance nervously at the glass in his hands and back up to his eyes, and you sit up in your chair like you're trying to muster enough courage to speak your mind.

(My brave little mouse, he thinks as he tries not to grin with amusement.)

“You’re not…you’re not going to kill me?” You guessed your true purpose for being here. Memories slowly returned to you of the night you were abducted, how a stranger’s whisper in your mind commanded you to sleep. You woke up here, surrounded by other scared humans like yourself and thrown into a crowd of vampires of all things.

You were certain you were going to die when you were nearly dragged from that ballroom by those brutish guards. You have no idea what a vampire prince could possibly want from you, except to kill you himself after he bleeds you dry.

Diavolo chuckles and shakes his head. His eyes glitter brightly with amusement, and he smiles when he raises the glass to his lips again for another sip. “If I wanted your blood, don’t you think you’d be dead by now?”

Dead like the rest of the humans you were brought here with hangs unspoken in the air between you.

You finish eating in silence as you contemplate his words. Barbatos clears the dishes away when you're done and leaves you alone with the vampire prince who seems determined to be your friend.

Diavolo stands from the table. “It’s a lovely evening, and the night-blooming roses in my private garden are exquisite. Would you like to join me?”

He holds his hand out to you; you hesitate for a moment before resting your hand in his. You see the tips of his fangs when he smiles.

You make very few requests at first, but as days turn into weeks, you grow comfortable in the new home he has made for you. You abide by his one very simple request: not to venture outside this wing of the castle.

(“For your own protection,” Diavolo told you in those early days.)

Your days are lonely but comfortable, passing by in a blur of endless books from the impressive library not far from your room, and the growing collection of new music for your record player.

Sometimes you wake up in the mornings and things are not quite how you left them the night before. You assume it’s the work of Barbatos, the only other vampire you’ve met since that first night. He tidies your room discreetly when you're in the library so he doesn't disturb you. He also passes his master’s greetings and well wishes to you each morning when he brings you breakfast.

“Do you clean my room at night when I’m asleep?” you ask him one morning before he leaves. “I feel terrible if that’s the case—you don’t need to do that.” You want to tell him it's creepy and invasive, but you find the vampire prince's butler even more intimidating than the prince himself.

Barbatos glances at you as he tidies your breakfast dishes on a tray, and he almost looks annoyed and surprised by your question. He huffs out a quiet sigh of exasperation. “It seems that my lord wants to ensure your comfort and safety, even in the darkest hours of the night."

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who dotes on you lavishly, who ensures everything you could ever want or hope for, is yours.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who realizes that genuine feelings of affection have begun to bloom for you deep within the chasm of his hollow heart. He enjoys your quiet laughter when he tells you amusing stories about his fellow nobles, and he misses your thoughtful advice when he’s too busy with official duties to visit you.

The first time he has to leave the castle for an overnight excursion, he’s fraught with anxiety about leaving you behind.

He can’t bring you with him, either. It’s too risky—he doesn’t want any of the other lords near you. Your once-foul stench has dissipated over time, and the nectar flowing in your veins is starting to bloom like the aroma of the finest wine.

He comes to your room to say goodbye, but when he backs away towards the door to leave, you lift your hand like you want to stop him. The truth shines in your eyes when they mist over with too many emotions to name, and you choke out a stuttered farewell of your own.

(You’re scared of being alone for the first time since you were brought to this strange, dark place. You have no one else but him, and he knows it.)

He leaves the castle with a hint of a smile on his face, satisfied with the revelation that you are going to miss him too.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who returns to you after only a few days apart, and you nearly fly across the room into his arms when he greets you warmly. He doesn’t disguise his longing for you, or his happiness to be with you again. (Have you always been this lovely?) He holds your hands in his as he inquires about your well-being. He sits next to you and answers your questions about his trip as Barbatos brings you tea.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who scents the air while he visits with you. Your fear and sorrow has all but disappeared, leaving nothing but the fragrance of your delicious scent. It’s even better than he hoped for. He’s been so patient and waited so long for this moment.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who reaches for your hand and strokes your wrist with his fingers as he leans closer to you. Your eyes darken with anticipation and your breath hitches, and his eyes dart down as you lick your lips nervously. He’s hungry for your blood, but he’s starving for the rest of what you can offer him—your body, your companionship, your unwavering devotion, your love. 

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who decides with absolute certainty to keep you by his side, the little mouse he shields from a world of monsters. Tomorrow will be a new beginning for both of us, he promises with a soft kiss against the back of your hand. His eyes linger on your neck when he pulls away, and you tilt your head slightly in submission.

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who wakes up in the middle of the night when he hears you shout his name. He rushes down the hall and into your room, and he sees someone standing near your bed. He grabs the disguised intruder by the throat and pins him against the wall, fangs bared menacingly for daring to touch you. When Barbatos arrives, he offers to take care of the intruder so Diavolo can take care of you. 

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who picks you up despite your protests and carries you to his room. He tucks your head against his shoulder while he murmurs soothingly in your ear. He knows you’re not afraid, not anymore. In place of fear, all he can smell is your gorgeous aroma, laced with gratitude and love because he came when you needed him most.

(The intruder tried to convince you he was saving you from the wretched prince, but you don't want to be saved—not anymore.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who lays you on his bed and holds you close, but your hands fidget nervously against his bare chest. Your eyes are blown black with lust and he can’t resist kissing you, not when your lips are so close to his.

(His little mouse looks even better trembling with desire rather than fear.)

Vampire Prince!Diavolo who covers your body with his own, and he sinks his cock inside you when he finally pierces your neck with his fangs. You clench your fingers in his back and his hair like you’re afraid he might leave you.

(He’ll never leave you, and he’ll never let you go.)

Barbatos sniffs as Diavolo walks past him into his study. His nose wrinkles at the overpowering scent of sweat and arousal and copper that clings to the prince. “I take it that things went well?”

Diavolo hums as he sits down heavily in his seat. “My little mouse is resting, but let’s make this quick.” He’s whet his appetite for your blood on his tongue and your body clenched around him, and he’s nearly overcome with how badly he wants more of you.

Barbatos leaves his office and returns a few minutes later with one of the vampire lords. “Lord Mephistopheles as you requested, my lord.”

Diavolo gestures towards the empty chair in front of his desk. “Sit down, Mephisto.” He leans back in his chair. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly, but it had to look convincing.”

(You'll never know the deadly consequence that awaited you if you failed Diavolo's final test of loyalty.)

Mephisto sits up stiffly in his chair. “Of course, I am but your humble servant, my lord. But if I may speak freely, your intended mate put up a more of a fight than I imagined.” He holds up one of his gloved hands gingerly. “I didn’t expect to be bitten by a human tonight.”

Diavolo subconsciously rubs over the slight indents of your teeth in his shoulder; you bit him to muffle your scream when you came on his cock. “Neither did I,” he murmurs, fangs bared when his lips curl into a wicked smile.

Obey Me! Masterlist

[kiwi-on-ice]

Halloween couples costumes with Overwatch men + women with fem!reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Not fully smut but definitely nsfw elements in some

Notes: Happy Halloween!! <3 and thank you all so much for your support throughout kinktober, it’s been stressful but so fun! Hope you all have a spooky day, love from kiwi xx

Women:

Ashe:

Inspired by @ovwechoes she’d definitely love to go as Poison Ivy, with you as her Harley Quinn, buying you both the best quality costumes. Makes the perfect distraction, people are too busy staring at you both unashamedly to notice her gang pick-pocketing them and robbing a few shops before you disappear into crowd of costumes.

She buys you Harley's original jester outfit (the tight leather has her blushing just a little, as her hand won’t be able to help wandering over your curves). She wears a green corset, with tights and gloves that feel so lovely to the touch, complete with fake leaves that go around her. Every time your eyes go to her cleavage, she tilts your chin up with a teasing smirk, telling you ‘my eyes are up here, sugar.’

Junker Queen:

Loves Halloween, she’d definitely want to dress SCARY. Would want to see the slight fear on people’s faces, so she goes as a vampire. But she whites out her face, putting red contacts in her eyes, and covers herself in fake blood. She looks horrifyingly sexy, in a tight black outfit fitted with a cloak, and even fake fangs.

When she shows you your costume…or lack thereof you’re confused. But then with glee she tells you that you’re clearly the vampire’s plaything, the tasty morsel she drags around. That’s why you’re in a short white nightdress, with lacy stockings and garters. She paints red marks on your neck and wrists like you’ve been bitten (and even offers to leave some real marks, for the sake of realism of course)

Kiriko:

Another one who loves Halloween, and you both scroll through Pinterest for hours collecting ideas before you decide on what to wear to the Halloween party you’d been invited to.

You go as Daphne and Velma, and you both do a coin toss to decide who gets who. She gets Daphne, dressing in a tight purple dress with white go-go boots, whereas you get an orange jumper and red skirt, with some black rimmed glasses to complete it.

Kiriko insists on pulling up your long socks for you, kissing up your leg to tease you. You get her back though, running your hands down her dress under the guise of smoothing it down, so you can feel her up. On second thoughts…maybe you both are gonna be late for the party.

Mercy:

Surprisingly can be a little self conscious about dressing up, despite how much she actually loves it. So having you also be enthusiastic helps her a lot. You show her lots of pictures, but she seems the most curious about Kim Possible and Shego. You assume she wants to be Kim, but you couldn’t be more wrong.

So on the night, your jaw drops to the floor when you see her in the skintight black and green body suit, blonde hair tucked away underneath a curled black wig. She looks stunning, as she tells you she wanted to dress as the opposite of how she normally presents, an angel into a demon so to speak.

But when she holds your waist where your black crop top ends, your knees almost buckle out how gorgeous she is. And it makes your eyes wander to attempt to find how exactly she zipped it up…

Moira:

She’d laugh at you teasingly for how much you want to match with her, but she allows you to pick her costume. For once, you can dress her up like your own doll, and dress her you do.

You pick Rapunzel and Flynn rider, with you wearing a shorter version of her purple dress, with a dainty crown, and her in as close to the film’s costume as you can. You practically drool as you see her (and you’ll probably have to show her the film, since she’s clueless as to who she’s meant to be)

Although afterwards, she’ll make teasing comments about ‘stealing’ your heart away before grabbing your crown and holding it above your head, delighting when you attempt to jump and grab it.

Sombra:

Oh man she loves Halloween; and you both go all out every year. This year, she gets the idea to do beetlejuice and Lydia. She creates a ‘sexy’ beetlejuice outfit, with the black and white striped jacket and top, with a short skirt and sheer tights. She does her makeup gorgeously, with a black smokey eye and matching lipstick, painting green patches on her face just like the film. You have to forcibly stop yourself from ogling her, before she shows you your costume.

It’s Lydia’s red wedding dress, but cut shorter which makes you roll your eyes playfully. She insists on doing your makeup for you, giving her an excuse to get close to your face so she can paint the red lipstick precisely.

Tracer:

When you both are invited to the Overwatch halloween party, she knows that she wants to do a matching costume with you. She's a pretty crafty person, so she makes it from scratch for you both.

You're Cosmo and Wanda, with Lena having made little headbands that have a crown on top, as well as a star magic wand. You wear a wig, but Lena surprised you by actually dyeing her hair, making you giggle when she emerges from the bathroom with a goofy grin. All throughout the party, you both pretend to grant other people their wishes, having a blast.

Widowmaker:

While she loves Halloween before she was experimented on, now she looks at it slightly different. Despite her usual outfits, she feels less desirable than she did before, her blue skin something she can’t seem to get past.

But she wants to move past it, for you at least, so she agrees to dress up as whatever you’d like. You dress her as marceline, with you as princess bubblegum. She laughs at the slightly juvenile outfit choices, but she can’t deny you look just lovely in your pink dress, and she can’t help but fiddle with the crown on your head. You tell her breathlessly that she looks beautiful, and she gives you a teasing spin. That night you both are practically joined at the hip, and hey if her hand slips down a few times, who’s gonna stop her?

Zarya:

She’s a little shy about dressing up. When you approach the subject about you both having a couple theme, she’s hesitant. After all, there’s not a lot of buff women in media in general, so she’s afraid of looking a little silly wearing a costume for a character that doesn’t look like her. Despite all your reassurances, you know it’s something you won’t be able to shift her on, so you get a better idea.

Booting your game console up, you make her play the last of us with you, and as soon as she sees Abby, you know your plan worked. So you both rock up to the overwatch party and Abby and Ellie, grinning as the fake blood you applied to her face really makes her eyes pop.

Men:

Baptiste:

It was while you both were doing a movie marathon that you mention the upcoming overwatch Halloween party. You both happened to be watching blade, and after remarking how hot you think he’d look in leather, the idea is sealed.

You knew you were right when you finally saw his costume, the black leather making him look alluring and dangerous. You were dressed as Abigail from the sequel, a crop top squeezing your chest and a fake bow and arrow strapped to your back. As you make your feelings known, he pulls you to his chest and whispers the filthiest things you’ve ever heard before teasingly winking at you, explaining that the taxi is waiting outside. It’s gonna be a long party…

Cole Cassidy:

Jokingly suggests you going as the cowgirl to his cowboy, but you pout and tell him you want to go as an actual costume, which includes him dressing up. He has a think, and having just watched death note with Genji, suggests Light and Misa. You beam and start to prepare the outfit on your phone, and he sighs in relief that you didn’t seem to pick up on the fact he suggested it so he can see how you look in the ensemble.

And god is it worth the wait, when you come out wearing that black corset, stockings barely reaching your plush thighs as you give him a spin that nearly has you flashing him with how short the skirt is. Although you’re just as affected, seeing him in a nicely pressed white suit and tie, strong hands clutching a fake copy of the death note. He insists on making you sit in his lap, running his hand up the corset to feel the material, before you feel just how much he likes how you look.

Doomfist:

Hadn’t even thought about Halloween, too busy to have spared it a passing glance. So in the days leading up to the holiday, you both realise that you need to sort out a costume. You’re a little stumped, but he has an idea.

Men in black was always one of his guilty pleasure films, and dressing in a suit and sunglasses was certainly easy. Although seeing you in a tight suit he’d had custom made for your measurements was certainly making his thoughts stray as you arrive. The whole night, he keeps making excuses for you to dance with him, drink with him, be with him.

Genji:

Secretly a massive nerd, has several costumes he wants to try. But he finally settles on spider-man, thinking it’ll be more identifiable than the other obscure costumes he has in mind.

He shows you his idea for you, and is delighted when you agree, and dress up as spider-gwen, tight white outfit exentuating your body and making his heart rate increase. All throughout the overwatch party, he’ll teasingly pull down the hood of your costume to get your attention. But with each playful glare you give him back, he has to force himself to not get too flustered, thinking about you giving him that glare while climbing into his lap…

Hanzo:

He initially scoffs at the concept of dressing up, seeing it as a childish activity. But he can’t seek to deny his beloved of anything, not when you look up at him with puppy eyes and beg so prettily for him to share this experience with you.

That’s how he finds himself looking at the mirror, observing him dressed as the phantom of the opera. He tries not to be a prideful man in terms of vanity, opting to focus his pride on his skills, not his looks. But he can’t deny he looks good tonight, the mask covering half his face making him look like a mysterious danger, but not one someone would shy away from. And when he sees you as Christine, your white dress glistening in the low light, he takes the opportunity to hold your hand in his gloved one and plant a kiss upon the back of it seductively. He may not be a man who emphasises his seductive qualities, but he doesn’t mind playing the part for tonight at least.

Junkrat:

Loves dressing up! Or to be more specific, loves you dressing up. Always gets off on seeing you in some sort of cosplay or costume, but you also want to see him dressed up for a change, so it's your idea to come to a compromise that'll effect you both.

After doing his makeup, and forcing him into the outfit you bought him (he thinks it's scratchy, but he'll bare it for you), you turn him to the mirror to see you've dressed him as Captain Jack Sparrow. He laughs manically when he sees himself, doing a crude voice impression to make you giggle too. You excuse yourself to the other room to put your costume on, and when you come back in dressed as Elizabeth Swan, specifically in her pirate costume, he practically drools like a puppy.

Lifeweaver:

Is delighted that you want to do a matching couple costume with him, and when you tell him your idea, he’s overjoyed.

You choose Morticia and Gomez Addams, explaining that how Gomez treats Morticia is how he treats you, so it fits! And when he gets the costume on, dear god. You love him in it, the dark colours a contrast to the usual colour palette he has.

And wow, when you come out in the tight fitting black dress, he nearly collapses. He immediately does a reference to the movie, grabbing your hand and kissing up your arm to your neck, finally to your ruby lips. You both go where you’ve been invited, but he whispers promises in your ear that tonight, he’ll ravage you in the way a gorgeous woman like you deserves.

Lucio:

Loves Halloween!! Loves the spookiness!! If anything, he’s the one to suggest a couple costume. Wants something with makeup and sfx and gore and guts and everything.

You both go as zombies, and you go all out on the disgusting makeup. When you walk the streets on the way to your party, people actually cross the street to avoid you both, something you giggle at as soon as they’re out of earshot. But to tease him, you decided to have your zombie wear tight denim shorts, so the whole time you both are partying and having fun, he has to train his eyes to look at the fake blood spattered over your cheeks as opposed to how delicious your ass looks.

Mauga :

Any excuse for a good time, he’s down, so he lets you control his costume. But he says he wants something comfortable, doesn’t want anything that’ll hinder him. So you give him a plaid shirt and jeans, telling him the mask will be the main focus. He’s a little confused at the wolf mask you give him, but you tell him to sit tight and wait until you return.

And when you do…it’s almost like he gets into character with the way he growls at the sight. You’re wearing a red riding hood outfit, corset perfectly exemplifying your figure as the frilled white shirt shows off just enough cleavage to leave him wanting more. With his big hands, he gently takes the red hood and moves it from your head, before lifting you into his arms for a kiss. All throughout the party, his eyes are firmly on you, making sure nobody gets any ideas to play with his girl. And afterwards well…he shows you just how beastly he can be.

Reaper:

Doesn’t care for dressing up, so you attempt to bribe him by saying he can just wear his normal mercenary outfit but change the mask.

And when you pull out the scream mask, he isn’t a fool. He knows what you’re doing as he slips it on, and your cheeks immediately flush at the sight. He leans into it, walking over to you before crowding you against the door, placing his hand by the side of your head and tilting his own as he asks in his raspy voice ‘do you like scary movies?’

After that…well, you both are very much late to the talon Halloween gathering, you hadn’t even gotten your costume on yet. You quickly had dressed up, but all the while his hands were around your waist, trying to convince you to ditch the party and instead have a round two with him <3

Reinhardt:

Another one who’s delighted that you want to do a couples costume, thinks it’s so cute of you to ask. But he also takes it as a competition. You both have to be the best dressed!

You both spend ages discussing ideas before you settle on one that he likes. In all honesty, you’re surprised he could actually find a Batman costume that actually fit his huge frame. But still, he looks amazing, the dark costume emphasising his muscles.

But my god when he sees you as catwoman, curves squeezed into tight leather, his knees nearly give way. Huge hands immediately wrap around your waist, brain racing a mile a minute as he attempts to compliment you in a way that doesn’t sound crude. Please tell him you don’t mind…but he fears your costume will end up ripped if you enable him too much.

Bonus venture time:

Venture:

Obviously they're excited when you tell them you want to do a couple costume...until you pull out your phone. Then they're rolling their eyes playfully and passionately explaining 'actually babe, Indiana Jones is a very poor representation of an archaeologist! I mean he doesn't even do desk based assessments before partaking in an excavation-'

But you're convincing, so that's how on Halloween night you're feeling up their muscles over the tight brown leather jacket, before playfully flicking the hat atop their head. You're dressed as Lara Croft, the tank top pushing your tits enough that their eyes are practically glued to your chest.

Although they need to get you both to the party, so they playfully get their fake whip and wrap it around your waist, dragging you out the door as you erupt in a fit of giggles.

[mothiir]

No one asked for an elaborate list of petnames but here you are! This is what some of the 40k men would call their significant other/adored-but-definitely still a prisoner: 

The Lion  - Woman. You there. He does not believe in excessive displays of affection and considers overly effusive nicknames degenerate and unnecessary. He does not need to prove he cares for you by calling you something quaint; he proves it every day, by deigning to notice you.

Gulliman - more romantic than his brother (which isn’t difficult) but still quite practical. My dear. My lady. Darling. Quite formal when he refers to you in public -- in private, the emphasis will increasingly shift to the possessive. My lady. My dear. Mine. All mine. The one thing in the damn Imperium that is his. 

Konrad - you are going to spend a considerable amount of time worrying that Konrad is planning to eat you -- he constantly licks and smells you, and his petnames do not help this at all. Tasty mortal. Sweet thing. Little morsel. He also has no basis of comparison for what makes an acceptable term of endearment, given that he has never been shown affection in his life, and so will refer to you by things he finds appealing. Soft-fleshed dear. Warm-skinned treat. Most of the time these will be whispered right into your ear, like the world’s worst ASMR.

Big E - he never uses your actual name, to the point where you think he may well have forgotten it. You get called little human, little mortal, tiny little thing. He will deny having a size kink, but he just loves reminding you how small and frail you are next to him. Also will constantly compare you to prey animals. Little rabbit, little dove, tiny little mouse.  

Magnus -- as you might expect, he gets grandiose with his nicknames. Princess, star of my heart, song of my life. Darling dear, moon of the red wastes. He will list off increasingly elaborate titles, sometimes verging on writing poetry, getting more and more abstract the more amorous he is feeling. 

Cato - the man is besotted and not happy about it. That is why you will be referred to as woman, that one over there, the whore, or the slut whose name eludes me. Congrats, this is the highest accolade he can offer anyone.

[conretewings]

The Paths We Cross

-Viktor, needing a part for his newest invention, seeks assistance from a shop of good reputation.

-Set a couple decades before the events of Arcane season one, a young Viktor and my oc Rosemary meet. Just a fun idea I had bouncing around in my head and decided to write for fun and as a gift to the lovely @grumpyoutlaw ❤️

Sticking close to the buildings for safety and an easy escape into a shop if needed was an essential lesson and skill Viktor had learned long ago, one that he was using again this day as he wove his way through the crowded, dank and damp streets. All around vendors hawked their wares from stalls, carts, or even from bulging bags, people milled in front of bars, brothels, or hurried on their way to whatever business they had and everywhere teemed the chaos of the Undercity.

Pausing to re-shoulder his bag to a more comfortable angle across his hip, one where it's weight helped steady his limping gait instead of worsening it, Viktor glanced up at a couple landmarks to note his location and which street to turn down next toward his own destination.

"Let's see...it was-"

Feeling a couple rapid taps on his shoulder, he instinctively clutched his bag and rotated his hand to grip his cane at the perfect angle to defend himself if need be; it wouldn't be the first time.

Whipping his head around at the same moment, he found himself face-to-face with a squat little man in patchwork garb and a seemingly friendly, yet too friendly, grin so wide his crooked teeth poked out. A well-worn bag nearly his size and adorned with various items was strapped to his back, and in his grubby hands something was concealed.

"Greetings, yes most welcome greetings this day young man!" he started in a likely well rehearsed speech, "Tell me yes, tell me, are you hungry? Does your stomach yearn for a tasty morsel? Yearn no more! I have here the solution yes! For a mere two coin I offer the finest fruit one can find!"

With a flourish he opened his hands to reveal an apple clearly past it's prime, brownish soft spots dotting it's surface. Viktor had his suspicions that it likely also housed an insect or two and not wanting to either waste his money, nor evict any possible tenants, he shook his head, managing a polite half smile.

"Thank you sir, but I already ate..."

The man's eye twitched, but maintained his salesman smile, "Goodness my boy but you're thin as that stick you're using yes, poor thing, so thin! Wouldn't a bit of extra food do you well yes? It's such a good deal! A bit of lunch!"

'I'm sure it is, if one wanted to lose their lunch' Viktor thought sarcastically, but carefully started to move away as he said again, "No, thank you, but I wish you luck..."

His smile finally dropping into a sour pout, and grumbling about how he's 'missing out' the man shoved the sad fruit into a pocket and turned to shuffle off. Releasing a sigh of relief, the man's words about his weight nonetheless echoed in Viktor's mind until he bitterly shoved them away and gripping his cane, felt a renewed sense of resolve to find the place he sought and finish the project currently residing in his bag. To that end he stood as tall as possible and went on his way.

A young woman leaned on a heavy, paper-strewn wooden counter with a gnawing sense of boredom, absentmindedly tapping a pencil as she stared at a broken clock she'd been planning to fix sitting next to her. It seemed to reflect and even mock her feeling that time was, in fact, at a standstill. Normally she was proud to be in charge of her family's business, yet today, all she wanted was escape. Looking around the rest of the packed shop with it's shelving and cases of mishmashed parts, half-finished mechanical items, and antiques, nothing sparked her interest. Perhaps she'd dig through the trash again for parts to weld together. That was usually fun. Usually...

Turning her head she shouted, "Dad! Can I shove off early?"

"Absolutely not!" came a bellowed reply from far behind a curtain that served as a divider between the shop and their living quarters, "Your brother has his shift 'n so do you!"

"But I just wanna scrounge up some parts-"

"Birdie, I really need ya to mind the shop. Ya can run about with your friends 'n that beau of yours later! Now lemme finish fixin' the stove please."

She exhaled in exasperation and lowered her head, wishing something, anything would happen. As if by some divine miracle, a few moments later she heard the creak of the heavy door mixed with the musical chime of the bell attached to it. Instantly she snapped into professional mode, standing up tall and putting on a welcoming grin.

"Good day! Wares and Repairs! You break it we can probably fix it! What can we help ya with?"

Using his shoulder to hold the door open while he awkwardly made his way through it, a teen who looked to be around fourteen, though with his prominent limp and slight build it was difficult to tell, let the door shut behind him as he paused to gaze around.

Viktor gaped at the sheer number and amount of items stuffed into the large room which, somehow, was clearly organized in it's own way. Yes, this was certainly the place he'd been told about. The corner of his mouth twitched into a half-smile, feeling a sense of hope and even excitement at the prospects; surely somewhere the treasure he sought lay waiting. So absorbed was he it took a moment for the greeting he'd received to register, and he snapped his attention back to the woman behind the counter.

"Ah, yes, hello," he started, shifting his bag again and approaching, "I've been told this place can fix anything and sells almost anything as well..." planting his good foot for leverage he carefully heaved the bag onto the counter, wincing when a dull metallic thud sounded, "So I would like to know if I could ask for some assistance with this."

"Oh? And what is this?" the woman inquired, her hazel eyes alight with an eager, inquisitive sparkle that somehow set Viktor more at ease. She looked to be somewhere in her mid twenties, with thick chocolate brown hair and clad in well-worn but sturdy looking work overalls, arms covered in bandage wrappings with canvas gloves. Something about her looked very familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Undoing the snaps on the bag, Viktor carefully slid a metal box onto the counter in front of her, a gesture which only seemed to fan her curiosity's flame, as she leaned forward a degree. He turned it around and opened a lid to reveal a carefully painted bird made of tiny pieces of metal and wood atop a wire 'branch'. A hollow area in the center was lined with a worn but still soft piece of velvet.

"A music box!" she inhaled with delight, looking from it to Viktor, "It's lovely! Where did ya get it?"

He cracked another, more proud smile and stood a little straighter, "I made it. It's for my mother, but it's not working yet. Something's off with the gears, and the sound mechanism-"

The woman gaped at him, leaning closer, making to touch it but quickly pulled her hand back, "You-made it?! Freakin' hell lad! This is some sophisticated work!"

The angle at which she was now stooped over the counter accidentally gave Viktor the perfect view of her ample cleavage, an effect that in her enthusiasm she was evidently unaware of. Out of respect and to stop the threat of his cheeks growing warm he quickly flicked his gaze to her face, "Th-thank you. I was hoping you might have the parts and tools I need to complete it."

Grinning she stood, planted her hands on her hips and flicked a stray chunk of hair aside, "If we don't have what ya need, no one does! We've got this ummm," she tilted her head, "Sorry kid what's your name?"

"It's Viktor." he replied with another smile, her energy rubbing off a little, "And you?"

"Name's Rosemary! Now let's get this train movin'!"

It may have been mere minutes, it may have been hours that flew by, neither could truly say nor did they care as they worked together to tear through the shop's extensive collection. Gears and bits and bobs were selected then discarded, or placed on the counter for further inspection until they had a generous pile to work with as they carefully undid the music box's inner mechanisms to test them out.

As they worked they chatted, mostly about their mutual interests in creating or fixing things and experimentation. Rosemary told him the story of her family's business, how her great-grandfather had started it and, proudly, how eventually it would belong to her and her brother. Viktor shared his dreams of scientific discovery, of building new and innovative things to better people's lives.

"I guess we have that in common." said Rosemary softly during a slight lull in conversation.

Viktor lowered the screwdriver he held, "Hmm?"

She gently touched the tiny mechanical bird, "We want to make things better."

Eventually, after a generous amount of trial and error, Rosemary crossed her fingers as Viktor carefully opened the lid-and the bird came to life, spinning and making tinny 'chirping' sounds.

He grinned happily as she cheered with a loud 'woo hoo!' They watched it until the spring-loaded mechanism ran out of tension and the bird's movement ceased.

"Thank you so much for all your trouble," he paused, "And for talking with me. It...means a lot."

"Ya kiddin' me? I've been havin' a great time Viktor!" she chuckled, picking up tools and parts to start putting them away, "I love workin' on stuff! Plus, not everyday I meet someone clever as you!"

He gave a small, unsure laugh as he carefully slipped the box back into his bag and dug into a small coin pouch, counting out what he hoped would be adequate, "I suppose my projects aren't too bad."

Watching Rosemary practically dance about the room with graceful movements and singing softly, that familiarity he'd felt earlier came back, burning at the front of his brain but he still couldn't quite recall where he'd seen her. Shaking his head to focus he held out a hand to her, "Here is my payment. I realize we never discussed it, but this should be enough."

She took the coins, nodding as she counted, "Aye, this'll do..." then cleared her throat, "Actually, I'm not so sure."

Viktor clutched his bag and felt his stomach drop; surely it was adequate for what he'd needed! Was she really not as kind as he'd thought? He didn't really have any more to spare, what about the food he was supposed to pick up on the way home? What about-

Abruptly she snorted, clapping a hand over her mouth, "Ah no I-I was only messin' with ya! It was a joke this is fine! I'm so sorry oh your face lad you're pale as a ghost!"

Releasing the breath he'd been holding in a loud, shaking sigh, he dryly replied, "Yes, yes. Hilarious."

"Tell ya what. I'll make it up to ya; swing by anytime you're workin' on another project and I'll help...and give ya a steep discount. Deal?"

Viktor met her gaze, and seeing the remorse and sincerity there, cracked a slight smile again, "Deal."

"Well, in that case," Rosemary swept an arm around, gesturing to the room, "We thank you for visiting Wares and Repairs and I hope you'll visit us again for your fixin' needs! No guarantees."

He gave a brief laugh, "I'll keep that in mind. Farewell, and thank you again, Rosemary." Securing his bag and adjusting his cane to a more comfortable grip, he headed to the door, and was reaching for the handle-when it unexpectedly flew open, a mountain of a man taking up the entire doorway.

"Oy Rosie! I-oop!"

He skidded to a halt, having just about run smack into Viktor, who gasped sharply, moving quickly but ungracefully to one side before cautiously glancing up. The larger man, who seemed to be about the same age as Rosemary, was looking at him curiously but not unkindly with steel-blue eyes and his thick, muscular arm still held the heavy door open with no apparent effort. He also looked very familiar, but again Viktor couldn't quite place him.

He jerked his head in a 'go ahead' gesture, and Viktor mumbled thanks before quickly starting to walk out. The man was so tall Viktor passed easily under his raised arm.

Pausing in the doorway to readjust his load after that mishap, he watched Rosemary's face light up as the man strode up to her where she had retreated behind the counter and leaned an elbow on it opposite her, the pair engaging in rapid, hushed conversation.

Abruptly he realized where he'd seen the man before; a gathered crowd, indignant shouts, calls for change...and at the center, standing on a pile of crates and junk, there he was. He raised his fist high as his deep voice boomed off the surrounding buildings, two other men at his side. He spoke of pushing back, of standing up for themselves, of a more independent city. Viktor had paused briefly to watch and listen before his father had encouraged him to keep moving. As they left, Viktor heard applause and cheering before the noise faded entirely.

Unexpectedly he felt a seething, burning knot of jealous anger twisting in his gut; this man, with his sheer size and confident charm, probably didn't have to worry about constantly watching his back. He didn't have to hobble around, seeing everyone run about with ease while he was constantly left behind. He probably had lots of friends. He didn't have to hear the whispers, the cruel laughs, the insults. Viktor gripped his cane so hard he thought it may break and spun to leave.

Walking as fast as he could manage, the anger slowly petered out until he only felt a cold numbness where the rage had been, like a lead weight in his stomach. He paused to breathe, finding a relatively safe spot to do so as he gathered his thoughts and tried to calm himself. It wasn't fair, it wasn't fair...

Self-pity was not something he normally indulged in, finding it pointless and unproductive, but for a miserable few minutes couldn't stop the racing thoughts. Why was he like this? Why couldn't he run and jump like others? Why was he always sick? Why had fate pointed it's cruel finger at him?

Looking up, he saw in the distance and high above, the proud spires of Piltover's Academy, the late afternoon sun shining off their facades. Slowly, the anger morphed into steely determination and he made a vow to himself-

Someday, somehow, despite his abilities, despite his origins, he would be in those rooms, gazing out over the city and feeling this same sunlight warming his face as he worked toward his dreams...

[vixen525noms]

Defying Certain Death Part 12

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is and adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

While this part is relatively tame, previous and future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

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He could smell Hope before he could see her. It was strange; normally the smell of a human instantly piqued his appetite. But apparently the weeks with Hope had changed his association with her scent. Yes, it still smelled appetizing... but more so he was actually looking forward to seeing her and showing her the supplies he got for her. Strange. He never thought he could think like that about a human... 

Barrett saw Hope turn to look towards him as he walked past the tall trees. He could smell a hint of fear and see she was tense... but despite that she obviously still feared it, he had no desire to eat her, at least not in a way that would harm her. That thought gave him a bit of pause. A bit of loyalty because she saved his life made sense, but it was... strange... that any desire to eat her like he had the two men from earlier was gone. When he decided he needed to repay her somehow, long before she had even succeeded in freeing him. He had assumed it would be a constant struggle with temptation. But instead more than anything he was looking forward to hearing her voice again. 

Was this how the syorians did it? Was it just the long-term exposure that lead the other giant kind to manage so easily around humans? He had wondered before, like many of his kind likely did, how the so-called ‘friendly’ giants dealt with the constant temptation to eat such tasty morsels. Yet the temptation seemed to be mostly gone with Hope. He closed his eyes and took a breath, clearing his thoughts. No point lingering on such things. There were other things to focus on.

He sat down slowly near Hope, setting down the cart he brought near her, then pulling the dead horse from his pocket and setting it down a short distance away. He looked at Hope, who was barely dressed because most her clothes were lain out to dry, only in her undergarments. So much exposed skin to taste should make it even more tempting to eat her... but instead he just smiled, “I got you some supplies, Hope, and a meal for me later. Although you are welcome to have some of the meat if you want.” 

Hope shook her head, hesitating before approaching the cart and going through the back, immediately pulling out a dress to put on. Deciding to take a chance on easing her concerns a little, he decided to go with a white lie, “The lady driving the second cart was all too eager to give up some supplies in exchange for me removing the log in the road... She and her remaining horse seemed a bit spooked as they left, but I figured having her sort it for you was worth letting her leave. Besides, horse is more filling.” A little lie by omission... Implying he hadn’t killed humans for food by speaking of the one he let go. 

He watched Hope go through the cart, smiling when she held up some of the other clothing in front of herself to see how it looked. She seemed a bit calmer... Perhaps his lie worked? “Anyway, Hope, since I’m still recovering, I figured we can stay here for a short time. The woods have elk and deer, there’s water... And it gives you time to decide what you want to do. I can help take you to find whatever rare plants you seek, take you to my home and offer you some of my treasure as repayment for all you’ve done... Help you safely travel anywhere you wish to go... I can even show you through giant lands safely if you wished.”

Hope sighed, “I don’t know... I’ve always made my living growing rare plants because I have a natural talent for it. My location was because it had the ideal conditions to simplify growing... but it wouldn’t be hard for me to settle elsewhere because it would just take a bit of additional magic to adapt. I do like gardening a great deal... but making a living that way isn’t easy. It’s hard to protect large areas of land, and when people want plants for spell components and potions, it’s not unheard of for them to choose to steal instead of purchase. I should have made a small fortune with that business, but there was so much theft sometimes I barely broke even. I truly love it, but it’s not without downsides. As I’ve traveled to re-obtain samples of the plants, I’ve been thinking about it a lot... But I can’t seem to reach a decision.”

Barrett may not be able to relate to her experience or offer advice, but he was extremely glad she was opening up to him. Before now, he had done most of the talking. She discussed that she farmed rare plants for money, but hadn’t gone into much detail. He was again a bit confused by how he was feeling around this human, that something so small was making him happy. Why should he be happy she was opening up to him? All that should matter is repaying her... But instead he was genuinely enjoying spending time with her, more so than many of his giant friends. It was so strange to feel this way towards a human, a being that normally he thought so little of... Maybe Hope was just a particularly unique human. That had to be it.

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[hybrid-the-folf]

Prank Wars

TW: Cursing, mentions of death, panic attacks

Azar didn’t remember how this battle started off, but he did know that he would get Rook to pay for her transgressions. Ever since they had gotten used to being gulped by Toby, it had become a game to offer the other person up as a ‘sacrifice’. He had tied down Rook multiple times for the beast, at one point even creating an audio lure for him, while Rook had trapped him in many freezers or had let Toby know if he was chilling in any glasses of booze. Currently he was tied down on the floor with enchanted rope that he just couldn’t cut or burn through.

It seemed like no matter how hard he struggled he could not break himself out. He had tried begging Tabrix and Taggon to free him when the two cathar had passed by, but other than setting him in a less crushable place, had done nothing. Tabrix had even given him a fucking wink, showing that he knew full well the position and fate he was leaving him in. Azar had cursed after them, trying vainly to get out. He made a mental note to get them back later as well. The only thing he had to avoid was any pranks Tabrix had up his sleeve. Taggon wasn’t as into the pranks as his twin was, making him a much less threatening foe, but he would pay as much as his brother would should any pranks come his way.

As he heard the familiar thumps of that bitchs footsteps, he thrashed around in a frenzy. Today was not going to be the day for that fucker, not if he had anything to say about it. Then again that was his mentality each time, and rarely did he succeed. While Tobias kept saying that he had let him go because of a joke or he just wasn’t feeling it that day, Azar thought his skills were better than those truths. Not being able to cut through it in any other kind of way, Azar decided to bite down and chew on the rope before that damned titan got any closer.

The sight that befell Tobias as he entered the room was Azar, up on a table, tied with rope, trying to grind his teeth through it. “Huh, what happened to you? I wouldn’t do that by the way, it’s bad for your teeth.”

“Fuck you, I am getting out of these ropes no matter what! And you already know what happened to me!” Azar said through the rope.

“No, I really don’t. All I see is a tasty little snack that’s been left out for me,” the fucken cat said with a smirk, teleporting both of them into a bedroom.

“The fuck did you say?!” Azar shouted, thrashing against the binds. “I am not a fucking snack gods damn it!”

“Then why do you taste so good? Or a better question, why are you tied like an offering then?”

“I didn’t have a choice in either category. Rook was the one who did this. You should go after her, not me,” Azar said, unconvincingly.

“Nah, I don’t feel like it.”

“Why?!”

“She’s so far away and you're right here.”

“So the reason no is because you're lazy?”

“Maybe,” Tobias said, picking up the helplessly bound morsel.

“NO! Put me the hell down right now!”

“Why should I?” Tobias asked, dangling the small man over his head.

“Because I am not food!”

“You smell like food,” the fucker said after a playful sniff. “You taste like it,” he said after a long, drawn out lick. “And with those wings of yours you are at least bird-like and I am a cat, so are you really sure you're not.”

“Yea-Ye-Yes,” Azar sputtered.

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” Tobias said, dropping him in the awaiting maw. Azar landed face first on the giant muscular tongue with a splat, getting a nice bit of drool soaking his hair and face. With a grunt, he tried to get himself off of the stupid thing, but the rope made it damn near impossible. A bit of magic and Tobias dulled his fangs a bit, not needing to puncture his poor captive, and started to gently gnaw on the body. Being as in tune with what was going on in his mouth as he was, he easily felt the feeble attempts to kick at his tongue.

He responded to this by moving him to the inside of his cheek, licking him mercilessly before rolling him back onto his teeth and continuing to gnaw. “Really?!” Azar shouted. A dip of the head downwards and a throwing of it backwards was all the answer Azar got.

He let out a yelp, not expecting the motion, but landed perfectly fine on the sponge-like appendage. Pinning Azar to the hard palate of his maw, Tobias slowly drew his tongue over the little one repeatedly. The steak-like flavor soaked into his taste buds, eliciting a purr of pleasure in response. This, combined with the fun torment he was inflicting, was his part of the fun in this endeavor, the rest being solely for his smaller companions. He gently squished his prey to the roof of the mouth as he swallowed the excess saliva.

Meanwhile, Azar did everything he could to escape, knowing it was useless, but enjoying it all the same. Growing bored of the useless fight, Azar went limp, accepting whatever ‘hell’ his titan threw at him. After a bit more tasting, he felt the appendage slip him into place easily, and relaxed as the place he was in tilted back. When the head was all the way back, the muscles near his legs tugged at him to go into that fleshy tube. All the way up to his torso was sucked in, and with another wet ‘glk’ the rest came with.

Listening to the sounds all around him, he found comfort in the heartbeat and breathing of the beast. So long as those functions continued, the being of chaos would be kept alive. It also meant that Azar would have protection against any and all threats that dared to face him. Sure it might get a bit annoying with the pranks, but it was worth it in the end. As he landed in the pool of saliva at the bottom of the chamber, he heard the titans' voices from all around him. The first few times of hearing it like this had been unnerving, but he had learned to find peace in it. After all, the humanoid cat was basically now his mech.

“You get comfortable in there, I have a few things I need to get done today.”

“What, so I’m just stuck here now?”

“Yep.”

“Screw you.”

“I love you too.”

It took until late into the night for Azar to get released. He didn't know what the big guy was up to all day, but he did know that he wanted out of that storage stomach all day…most of the day…only the very end bit. The ride up was always worse than the ride down, the throat muscles having to work harder and against gravity rather than with it. At the very least there was always a warning before the ride.

The chamber collapsed in on itself, forcing the tiny form within to rise higher and higher. As soon as the process started, it was a quick but crushing trip back to the mouth, in which Azar couldn't help but pant a little. He didn't have long for this as soon he was tipped out onto an awaiting palm, the tongue carefully covering the sharp fangs. Looking up at the looming colossus, he squirmed around in the hand, trying to cover it as much as he could in saliva. "You keep that up and I won't free you from those ropes," Tobias said with a devious grin.

"Fine," Azar huffed, going limp. A flinch couldn't be helped as a dangerously sharp claw, about as long as his ankle to his knee, lifted up the bindings and sliced clean through them. "Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you," Tobias soothed, running a digit along the little one's back.

"I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me as much as you do," Azar snipped.

"I felt you flinch."

"I can handle myself."

"If you say so, tiny," Tobias said, his usual playfulness back. "Besides, if there's an issue Tabrix will always help you though it."

"Yeah, I always wondered where you got that therapeutic side to ya. Just didn't expect it to be you'd own kid."

"Yeah, I'm proud of him. Anyway, you should get going back to your own people." With that, and a few goodbyes said between the two, Azar opened a portal to his own, smaller cathar. His rule was an odd one. A multitude of kingdoms all bowed to him as emperor over him, all being made up of different species. Whereas Tobias only had to worry about his own species, he had to worry about a number of them. Shaking his head, he looked up to see the house of his son.

There were a few people like him, powerful beings of a number of species called Altars, and those more common species with lesser magic were called Demons. While Altars appeared in the world seemingly at random, Azar was a special type, one that was made of a multitude of magic. Thus, while he was human, his son, another created altar, was a pure black cathar. The only thing that separated him from his people were the venom glands in his mouth and his tolerance to extreme heat. Still, even being from different species Azar loved him to bits.

As Star opened the door, Azar looked at him with the usual pride in his eyes. After a few drinks, Star retreated to his room, leaving his father out on the couch to think over his revenge for that damned griffon. It took awhile for everything to come into fruition as someone or another was busy with work. It was later into the evening after a few weeks when he and Rook were in Toby’s castle. Since the place was rigged to detect magic, Azar knew that was one thing he couldn’t use, at least against the cat. He’d also be going up against someone who had been in more battles than he could imagine, so something obvious was also out of the question.

The best plan was to do something directed at Rook that made it clear the intention. He decided on a can of cool whip, crafting it from his own magic. Since Rook's flavor was on the sweeter side, the topping would pair wonderfully. Using his magic to amplify his hearing, he heard the signal to get ready, Toby’s breathing pattern. This was far more recognisable than his footsteps, as for some reason when the realms collided, it decided not to give the titans booming steps. Unless one wanted that and used magic to do it, it simply wouldn’t happen.

As the breathing got closer, he summoned the cool whip, slammed his body on the button, and ran. “What was that for?!” Rook sputtered as she gave chase. When the looming figure of Tobias entered the room, Rook let out a playful groan. “Really Azar?”

“That's for being tied down last time!”

“I didn’t expect to have a game of cat and mouse tonight,” Tobias said, mostly to himself. He let out a small laugh at the sight of the whipped cream. He already knew what they wanted, but this was just too good. The two little ones didn’t respond, only trying to run to the door opposite the one Toby came out of. “Do you honestly expect to win against the God of the Cathar?”

“Just because you have God-like powers and created the cathar does not mean that we won’t win. Not even the fact that you control this entire castle will stop me. Besides, I brought you an offering!” Azar said, letting Rook catch up before picking her up and tossing her at the approaching titan.

“What the fuck!” Rook cried out as she flew through the air before being caught in a furred hand. “I'm not getting out of this one am I?”

“Thanks for the snack,” Toby called out, eyeing his prize greedily. “No Rook, you are not.” Tobias raised his hand above his head, letting his tongue extend to cover his bottom fangs, essentially creating a slide of sorts.

“Is big,” Rook said, eyeing the back of his throat with nervous excitement. She wasn’t as worried about the fangs at this point, or the merciless tongue, but it was still a strange feeling to be completely trapped from the outside world by someone so powerful, especially if the place in question was one that would usually cause harm. The closest feeling she could describe it to was being in a holy temple or ground. You felt weak, like you weren’t supposed to ever enter the area, but you also felt humbled. In this case, it was being offered a location within the temple of a person for a little while, their deepest core. The place where you could be hurt the worst, and where you could do the same, and yet no harm came to either.

“Is inviting. It growls for you,” Toby said, patting his middle and causing his own stomach to growl as he did.

“What the hell,” Rook yelped, not expecting it. Toby just laughed as he brought his tongue back out. As Rook felt the hand tip, she braced herself as she was downed like a shot. Concern for the big guy flashed through her mind as he had not slicked her down for the trip. That typically caused pain in the throat, but she was quick to remind herself of his magic. Running a finger along his throat, he felt the descent of the small griffon.

As she landed in his storage stomach he patted a hand over it, then raised his head in search for his second snack. Sure he was only supposed to have Rook, as per the rules of the game, but two were much more enjoyable. Scanning the floor, he spotted Azar near the door. He kept an eye on the miniature human (discounting the wings) as Azar crawled under the door. With a quick snap of the fingers and an opening of the mouth, he teleported the tiny body to be flying out of the door, in the air this time instead of on the ground. Azar had thought he was clear of the giant kitty as he cleared the door, but as soon as he felt himself go airborne a yelp sounded from his mouth. This fear was made worse as he saw the razor sharp teeth under him. Instinct took over as fear overpowered his thoughts. Thankful to fuck that he landed on the toungue, he quickly scrambled back toward the opening.

In his past, he had been a titan hunter. His job was to kill titans for money. This was a part of his past that he never liked thinking about, guilted nightmares still haunting his mind. But the instincts he had built up during those jobs had saved his life more than once. So as those memories came rushing to the surface, all he could see was the death and acid that laid at the back of the throat, or the mangeling that he’d get if the titan’s mouth he was in decided to start chewing.

No longer was he safe, there lied danger. Feeling the miniscule shivering and hearing the panted breaths, Toby spit the man out, cursing out an apology as he ran a finger over the little back repeatedly. Azar didn’t respond to the first few attempts at his attention, only staring at those jaws in terror. It was only when his head was forced to look up into Tobias’ eyes that he started responding. “Fuck! Just answer me god’s damn it! What’s going on?!”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it! And that wasn't even the answer to my question!” Tobias had to fight the instinctual response to curl his fingers into a fist.

“Fine. I wasn’t expecting to go flying through the air like that. When I saw your fangs under me I panicked. I know you won’t hurt me, but you're still a titan. One wrong move and I’m dead. I’ve seen too many deaths like that just because of a single action.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” Tobias said, looking away.

“You're fine,” Azar replied, slapping one of the calloused areas of the pawed hand.

“No, it’s really not.”

“Are we going to do this or not?”

“Are you sure you're ok enough to get swallowed by me?"

“Yes, I am.”

“Then prove it,” Tobias said as he put his hand against his open mouth. The tongue was rolled out before Azar like a red carpet. Silently he cursed the stupid cat for making him be the one to take the first action this time. Taking a deep breath, he crawled onto the muscle, pools of drool appearing in each place he put his weight. As soon as he was completely in, the tongue was pulled inside as well.

Small, careful licks covered his body, Tobias was still clearly worried about him. Rolling his eyes, Azar pushed against the muscle, trying to pin it under him. “Is that really all you’ve got?”

This got a reaction out of the cat as the muscle went fully into action. Though this pleased Azar, he kept trying to pin it under him. After throwing his full weight onto it multiple times, and getting viciously licked in response, Azar started getting pushed towards the back of the throat. Knowing what was going to happen next, he let his legs get swallowed down, but grabbed on tightly to the back of the tongue. No matter how much Tobias tried to swallow, he could not get his little friend down. “So that’s how you want to play this game?” he asked rhetorically before shaking his head around like a mad man.

“I’ve seen that trick before!” Azar shouted.

“How about this one?” Tobias’ tongue suddenly grew outward, retractable papillae coming out of their sheaths.

“I thought you guys didn’t have any tongue barbs!” Azar yelped. For the moment Tobias did not respond, only using the prehensile tongue to grab onto the obstruction at the back of his throat. Gulping he brought both the tongue and the little man down his throat. When he thought that he had brought them down far enough, he withdrew his tongue, leaving Azar alone. He splashed down into the small puddle of spit, accidentally landing on Rook in the process.

“I must have misspoke before. We do have them, but they are sheathed in case we ever need to groom ourselves.”

“Huh,” Azar said, readjusting his position so that Rook was lying on top of him.

“I will get you back for this,” Rook said sleepily. Azar only shook his head, knowing that when she did get him, the prank war would only continue. He was glad to play along, but he still had to give both parties a hard time when he could. As he listened to the sounds of Tobias heart, lungs, and digestive tract, as well as the slight swaying at each step the titan took, he felt himself lulled to sleep. He laughed to himself as he remembered just how much trust he had given his friend, not ashamed in any bit for it. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around why he had been given a second chance after all he had done, but those were problems to be talked out with Tabrix at a later date, not now. Now was time for rest, and with a yawn, he did just that.

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Can choco chips can be used in recipes other than baking?

Choco chips are often synonymous with cookies and muffins, but their versatility extends far beyond traditional baking. These small, round morsels of chocolate can elevate a variety of dishes, adding delightful bursts of sweetness and richness to both sweet and savory recipes. Here’s how you can use choco chips in creative ways, and why stocking up on them in bulk from NK Food Products is a great idea.

Innovative Ways to Use Choco Chips

Ice Cream and Frozen Desserts:Choco chips are a classic addition to ice cream, providing a crunchy contrast to the creamy texture. Stir them into homemade or store-bought ice cream, gelato, or frozen yogurt for added flavor and texture. You can also use them in ice cream sandwiches or as a topping for sundaes and parfaits.

Smoothie Bowls and Yogurt:Add choco chips to your smoothie bowls or yogurt for a tasty and nutritious boost. They provide a delicious crunch and a touch of sweetness that complements fruits, nuts, and granola.

Trail Mix and Snack Mixes:Incorporate choco chips into homemade trail mix or snack mixes. They pair wonderfully with nuts, dried fruits, and pretzels, making for a satisfying and energizing snack.

Pancakes and Waffles:Sprinkle choco chips on top of pancakes or waffles before cooking them for a sweet, chocolatey twist. You can also fold them into the batter for an extra chocolatey breakfast treat.

Cereal and Oatmeal:Enhance your morning cereal or oatmeal by adding a handful of choco chips. They melt slightly when mixed in, creating delicious chocolatey pockets that transform your breakfast into a more indulgent experience.

Dessert Sauces and Dips:Melt choco chips to create rich chocolate sauces or dips. Use them for dipping fruits, pretzels, or marshmallows. They’re also great for drizzling over cakes, cupcakes, or fruit salads.

No-Bake Treats:Choco chips are perfect for no-bake recipes like energy bars, rice krispie treats, and chocolate bark. Their convenience and ease of melting make them a go-to ingredient for quick and delicious treats.

Savory Dishes:Experiment with choco chips in savory dishes for a unique flavor profile. They can be added to chili, tacos, or even certain sauces to introduce a subtle sweetness and depth.

Why Buy Choco Chips in Bulk from NK Food Products?

If you’re ready to explore these creative uses for choco chips, consider purchasing them in bulk from NK Food Products. Here’s why buying in bulk from us is a great choice:

Premium Quality: Our choco chips are made with high-quality chocolate to ensure a rich flavor and excellent melting properties. We offer a variety of types, including semi-sweet, milk, and dark chocolate.

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Ready to take your recipes to the next level with high-quality choco chips? Contact NK Food Products today to place your bulk order and discover the many ways choco chips can enhance your culinary creations. Explore our full range of products and enjoy the convenience and savings of bulk buying!

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A cottage in the woods is not a normal place for a little old lady to live. It’s not a normal place for any human being; human beings live in villages and cities and towns, surrounded by the protection of other human beings. The woods are wilderness, wasteland, Útgarðr. Danger stalks between the trees and civilisation is nowhere to be found.

To be outside of the village means to be outside of the community. Witches live in cottages in the woods.

Witches occupy an odd space in society – not quite in and not quite out at the same time. They are regarded with suspicion and fear, yet at the same time are the one everyone turns to when the cattle are sick, the milk is sour, the crops are blighted or the people are afflicted. God may or may not hear your prayers, but His track record for answering them tends towards very flashy miraclesonce or twice a century. The witch tends to have more practical answers for more everyday problems.

Red’s Mother married a butcher and lives in the village. She is still regarded with suspicion by most everyone, as the daughter of the witch. Red chose to follow in Grandmother’s footsteps.

Everything changed one afternoon when she was taking a basket of cakes and wine to Grandmother. She was sick, and Red had wanted something hearty to help her recover.

She sensed him before she saw him – just a flicker of something shadowy moving between the trees.

She kept walking, every sense alert. There he was again, closer this time. Her pace quickened.

Again – looking at her, now, she could see the glow of his eyes. He paused, just for a second, and then he was off again. Towards Grandmother’s house.

This is where Red made her mistake.

She began to run, not thinking, mind filled with panic. By the time she realised that she’d already run past that dead tree, that yellow mushroom, that fox skull, it was too late. The Wolf had trapped her.

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She had taken too long. Too long to find the seam, where the Wolf had stitched the path into a loop. Too long to unpick the stitches and lay the path straight again. Too long to run to Grandmother’s front door. She knew it, and yet she couldn’t help herself from flinging open the door and rushing to Grandmother’s bedside. Just in case. Just in case.

The Wolf was waiting for her.

“You were a fool to come here,” he said, in his rich, dark voice.

“She’s dead.” It was a statement, not a question. Red’s voice was hollow.

“She should have had better protections,” the wolf said. The cottage door slammed shut; Red heard the bolt slide shut. “And you should have run back home.”

The wolf stalked towards her, eyeing her up and down.

“Not as powerful as your Grandmother,” he concluded, “but a tasty morsel, none the less.”

Red thought fast. She fell to her knees.

“Please, don’t,” she said. “I can be more use to you alive.”

“What use are you to me?” he asked. “It would be better for me to take all your power for my own.”

“I can cook,” Red said quickly. “And clean. Gather firewood and mushrooms from the forest. I can heal you if you become injured or sick.”

The Wolf sat down and considered this.

“You sound almost as if you were offering to become my wife,” he observed. Red swallowed.

“If that is what you wish,” she replied.

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Red’s days quickly fell into a pattern. She got up early to prepare breakfast, and if the Wolf had brought home flour (best not to ask where he got it from) then she prepared dough for bread. After breakfast she would clean, then search for berries and mushrooms in the forest. The Wolf did the hunting. In the evening she made them both dinner.

Red also did some things the Wolf was not aware of. Some of the things she gathered in the forest did not go into her basket of wild mushrooms and berries, but straight into the pockets of her skirt. Later, as she cleaned, she would slip them into their hiding place in a shadowy kitchen cupboard; a butterfly’s wing, bark from a yew tree, a shed snakeskin.

One afternoon, when the Wolf was out hunting, Red hurried through her cleaning in the bedroom. She retrieved her secrets from their hidden cupboard corner, and crawled beneath the bed. There, with a stick of charcoal, she drew certain symbols, and in the centre placed her secret things.

Now there was only a little left to do. Red went down to the well and picked up a stone, not so very different to all the other stones by the well. She took her sturdy sailmaker’s needle and scratched a particular sequence of patterns onto the stone. When she made the soup that night, she placed the stone in the bottom of the pot. She drank the soup with the Wolf.

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That night, when they went to bed, she went willingly. Lay on her back and opened her body to him. Rocked her hips, writhed, encouraged the full length of him into her. Wrapped her smooth legs around his furry back and moaned as his seed spilled into her womb.

He fell asleep, growling softly in satisfaction. She leaned across him to whisper into his ear.

“You took my Grandmother from me,” she whispered. “But I forgive you, for now you have given her back.”

And that was when she slit the Wolf’s throat.

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Red remained in her Grandmother’s cottage as her belly grew round and heavy. The Wolf’s pelt made a handy blanket when the weather grew colder and the snows came.

It was almost Spring, the fragile-seeming snowdrops just beginning to bloom above the melting snow, when Red knelt by the fire and brought forth two healthy, brawling babies. One daughter, and one son.

She looked at the twins in surprise. Then she smiled.

“Well, you were just a wolf, after all,” she told her son. “Doing what wolves do. I can’t hold it against you.”

The girl she named Amma, which – a long time ago – used to mean ‘grandmother’.

The boy? The boy she named Fridolf. It means ‘wolf of peace’.

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Best Indian Food in Royston - King James Pub

One of Spain's most famous dishes, tapas, has gained popularity all around the globe. Guests are treated to a delectable array of bite-sized morsels, each one packing a punch and providing a memorable dining experience. These foods are more than just a way to eat; they're also a way to show off your culture. They encourage people to talk to each other and create a casual, group dining experience. Let’s explore the history of tapas, how it was incorporated into Indian cuisine, and why King James Royston Pub is the Best Indian Food in Royston to eat tapas.

The Origin of Tapas Food -

The Origins:

What we now call "tapas" has its roots in the Spanish word "tapar," meaning "to cover." The practice of covering one's drink with a slice of bread or cured gammon to keep flies at bay has its roots in a culinary custom that goes back several centuries in Spain. From its humble beginnings, the art of tapas has grown into a complex repertory of appetisers and snacks, with each region of Spain contributing its own special flavour. 

Importance in Culture:

In Spain, tapas is more than simply a meal; it's a way of life. As part of the "ir de tapas" (going out for tapas) tradition, people would visit different bars and have a drink and a small dish at each stop. This transforms tapas from a mere meal into a way of life that promotes social contact, conversation, and companionship.

Diversity and New Ideas:

Tapas are little appetisers served with cheese and olives in Spain. More complex tapas include dishes like 'patatas bravas' (hot potatoes) and 'gambas al ajillo' (garlic shrimp). Tapas are delicious because they are versatile; they can satisfy any taste. As a result of chefs' openness to trying new things, the tapas tradition is always developing.

Fusion of Flavours in Indian Tapas —

Transforming Tapas into Indian Food

Indian food has mastered the art of tapas with its myriad ingredients and robust flavours. The intriguing marriage of Indian cooking techniques and spices with the small-plate style of Spanish tapas is known as Indian tapas. King James Pub is coming up with some if the best Indian Tapas Food in Royston soon. It’s time that you get to taste some of the best Traditional Tapas food in Royston along with Happy Hour.

Famous Indian Tapas:

Mini Samosas: Ideal for a tapas-style meal, these little pastries include spicy potatoes or meat.

Paneer Tikka: Paneer cheese bits grilled and seasoned with yoghurt and spices make for a tasty vegetarian alternative.

Chicken Tikka: Tangy and flavorful tandoori-cooked chicken breasts marinated in spices.

Chaat: Pani Puri and Bhel Puri are just two examples of the many street snacks that provide a riot of taste and texture.

Fish Amritsari: Flavorful fish fried in a batter with a variety of Indian spices; perfect for sharing as tapas.

Indian Tapas Food in Royston: A Delicious Delight —

The lively flavours and concept of communal dining that Indian Tapas Food in Royston offers have contributed to its meteoric rise in popularity. Just like the classic Spanish tapas, this dish is best enjoyed by sharing a number of smaller plates so that each guest can savour a different combination of flavours and textures.

Best Tapas Food in Royston - King James Pub

Nachos Bhale:

Indulge in a medley of flavours with this hybrid of classic nachos and Indian-style chaat.

Masala Fries:

Fries are made with a blend of Indian spices, giving a spicy spin to a traditional dish.

Prawns Koliwada:

Garnished with a spicy dipping sauce, these batter-fried prawns are seasoned in Indian spices.

Dahi Puri:

A tangy-sweet combination of yoghurt, tamarind chutney, and spices encases crisp puris.

Onion Pakodi:

Onion fritters that are deep-fried and have a crunchy outside and a spicy, delicious within.

Hot and Spicy Chicken Wings:

For the spicy food lovers among us, here are some juicy wings tossed in a fiery marinade.

Lamb Sheek Kebab:

Juicy lamb kebabs cooked to a golden brown and seasoned with fragrant spices.

Crispy Kale Chat:

Snack on some crunchy, spiced kale leaves for a nutritious and tasty treat.

Haryali Chicken Tikka:

Glazed with a blend of green herbs and yoghurt, the chicken is grilled till juicy.

An Unforgettable Meal -

Having dinner at King James Royston Pub  is an occasion in and of itself. Ideal for get-togethers with loved ones, tapas dining promotes conversation and sharing because of its communal character. Your experience at the pub will be one to remember because of their dedication to excellence and patron happiness.

Events and Specials-

In order to elevate the dining experience, King James Royston Pub frequently organises events and offers. Every night of the week, the pub hosts a different interesting event, whether it's a Karaoke night and Quiz Night, live music, Open Mic Night, or a themed evening for a special occasion.

Conclusion-

The adaptable and entertaining tapas style of dining has won over palates all around the globe. Tapas, which has its roots in Spain but has also included elements of Indian food, provides a lively and participatory feast. At Royston's King James Royston Pub, you'll find the best tapas around. The menu features creative takes on classic dishes like Nachos Bhale and Masala Fries as well as more modern favourites like Onion Pakodi, Hot and Spicy Chicken Wings, Lamb Sheel Kebab, Crispy Kale Chat, and Haryali Chicken Tikka. An unforgettable meal that honours the finest of both cuisines is served at King James Royston Pub. Which is dedicated to quality, authenticity, and patron happiness. Traditional Indian Food in Royston at King James Royston Pub is an excellent spot to try tapas with best cocktails and drink. Whether you're a seasoned pro or just getting your feet wet in the world of tapas.

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Satisfy Your Sweet Cravings with Best Sweet Shop’s Unforgettable Flavors!

Located in Amritsar, known for its wide variety of delicious sweets and excellent tradition of culinary craftsmanship, there is a masterpiece of a shop for sweet enthusiasts – Best Sweet Shop.

In this post, locals and travelers will hit the right spot, as this place is affectionately known as an absolute taste sensation must-see. Best Sweet Shop in Amritsar also holds a deserved place among the most beloved locations in the city due to the exquisite fine dining Umang Veg Restaurant.

The Sweet Legacy of Best Sweet Shop

The Sweet Shop which is identified as the Best Sweet Shop in Amritsar is not a mere business selling sweets but a traditional sweet shop with a history.

Ever since then and for several decades, this delicious retreat remastered a delicious assortment of fine desserts and gained followers.

As soon as one walks into the store, the smells of baking sweets fill the atmosphere and the appearance of the various colorful sweets will make anyone want to place an order.

A Symphony of Flavors

And finally, as you may have observed at Best Sweet Shop the focus is put on the quality of products offered and their authenticity. We labor over each piece and handpick every ingredient to make sure that with every bite, it is sweet, rich, and delicious.

This ranges from conventional Indian sweets such as the Gulab Jamun, Jalebi, and Barfi right up to more adventitious products that explore the Blogs of culinary conventions. This is a unique selling proposition since these Auntie Anne’s style snacks are rich concoctions made according to vintage recipes served with contemporary touches.

Signature Sweets You Must Try

Gulab Jamun: These dusty, sweet delicacies are standard offerings sold at Best Sweet Shop. This bowl is simply THE best; every single morsel is delightful and has a melting texture in the mouth.

Jalebi: Jalebis at Best Sweet Shop For the base, Jalebis are crisp on the outside and syrupy on the inside, making them beloved by all. Paired with their artistic creations of the golden spirals, their food is indeed a delight in both the eye and the tummy.

Barfi: Delicious classic Indian sweets include coconut barfi, pistachio barfi, and chocolate barfi amongst others which were smooth, and creamy, and I just couldn’t resist the temptation.

Rasgulla: Just like the name suggests, it is the best sweet shop in town that offers soft, spongy, and delicious Rasgullas sweet soaked in sugary syrup.

Kaju Katli: One of these exquisite products specially created and produced in Best Sweet Shop is a cashew in the form of a Lozenge of Diamond pieces with the finest cashews used in its production.

The Art of Sweet Making

It was also noted that the laborers at Best Sweet Shop in Amritsar seemed to take much pride in producing their products. Every Dim Sum is made through elaborate processes with hard-earned professional methods and the traditional secret recipes inherited over the years.

It is truly noteworthy that all of the creations show a management commitment to retaining traditional methods while incorporating new technological advances. Such commitment brings originality and proficiency in the taste of Amritsar food wherever we go while serving to all the customers.

Exploring the Umang Veg Restaurant

When in Amritsar there is no way one would miss Fifth Of Spice And Umang Veg Restaurant among the best eating places.

This fine eatery serves a vast array of vegetarian delicacies fit for the taste buds that were whet by Best Sweet Shop. The Umang Veg Restaurant offers tasteful dishes and warm delightful service, making it a great place to eat.

A Culinary Delight

Umang Veg Restaurant is a total package that has something to offer to the customers right from the delectable North Indian thalis to the tasty South Indian foods.

All the food served here is prepared by using the freshest produce purchased from the local markets and offers Indian flavors quite tangibly.

Whether consuming a sumptuous meal or an assortment of tasty mints, the restaurant has an ambiance that will make all your meals delightful and its service exceptional.

Sweet Memories Await at Best Sweet Shop

Coming back to Best Sweet Shop in Amritsar, it is easy to realize that this store is not only an ordinary store that sells sweets; it is a place where people create their memories.

It is a place where families and friends come to celebrate the moments and also explore the delicious delicacies of the shop.

A Gift of Happiness

It also has beautifully made sweet boxes for sharing that come in handy, especially during occasions such as weddings, and birthdays.

These boxes are not just delightful in taste but also the sight, revealing how much love is poured into creating these delicious goodies. If it is a festive season, a marriage, or even just a token of love, a box of sweets from the best sweet shop in Amritsar is received well.

Customer Experience

The Best Sweet Shop’s environment is inviting and people who attend to customers are friendly and make one feel comfortable.

The personnel is friendly and willing to offer helpful advice when choosing sweets for a specific occasion. Not only do they love sweets and their customers, it shows in what they do consistently.

Sweet Shop Near Me

Find out how Organic Sweet Bliss, the new sweet shop near your location, can be delightful! Well, one might call this a wonderland of sweets – with every corner offering an enticing selection of chocolates, candies, and other treats.

We have friendly people who make it their business to ensure that you get the right kind of sweet that takes you back to childhood days or the new exotic type that turns your taste buds to sweet ends.

Established in a deciding position in your area, Sweet Bliss is a place that creates a comfortable and cozy image that will let you enjoy various types of sweet dishes. Visit us today and taste a flavorful way of escaping reality just within the neighborhood. Pat your feet at Sweet Bliss where moments sweet are reeled!

FAQs About Best Sweet Shop in Amritsar

This is what makes Best Sweet Shop in Amritsar stand out from the other retail stores.

Best Sweet Shop in Amritsar is popular among the people due to its focus on quality, genuine proportions, and creativity. The shop maintains the originality of our recipes but also introduces new variations of the same, which makes the offer more versatile. It differs from traditional sweet shops due to its exquisite list of ingredients and strict adherence to preparation procedures.

Is it possible to have sweets delivered to me from Best Sweet Shop?

Indeed, as mentioned, Best Sweet Shop in Amritsar does provide its services for online orders. You can go through all the complicated menus they offer and place an order for delivery or to be picked up. This service guarantees that you can taste their delicious desserts without going out of your house.

Who are the customers of Best Sweet Shop?

Some of the popular products of Best Sweet Shop in Amritsar are Gulab Jamun, Jalebi, Barfi, Rasgulla, and Kaju katli. These sweets are adored due to their depth of flavors and ideal consistencies, which are always appreciated by customers.

Conclusion

Some of the places that have made their mark on the food street map of Amritsar include Best Sweet Shop and Umang Veg Restaurant. Such efforts have placed Best Sweet Shop as one of the most iconic sweet shops that remains ever so dear to everyone whether a resident or a visitor to the area.

Whether you are tasting their favorite desserts or dining in Umang Veg Restaurant, you can taste the spices of Amritsar’s colorful palette. Get a taste of delicious sweets and capture moments of joy from the Best Sweet Shop in Amritsar and feel amazed.

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My name’s Anisa or Ani (she/they) and I’m the head chef in this kitchen! I’m a recently graduated senior with a major in Creative Writing and a passion for reading, writing, and cooking. The reason I started this blog was to combine all of my hobbies into one while also offering book recommendations for people like me.

In here, I’ll be cooking up book reviews on any and all books that are clogging up my shelf. I’m open to all genres but I’m also a huge picky reader myself. I like what I like and don’t like what I don’t like, but I want this blog to be a space where I’m absolutely forced to put my preferences aside. I’ll let you know if what I’m reading is a tasty morsel or a godless abomination--but with less unnecessary word padding.

Feel free to comment and let me know your thoughts on any books I cover or suggest some that you would want to hear about from me. My ask box is always open!

Come along and join me in my literature exposure therapy as I attempt to heal my inner bookish child!

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The Art of Spoiling: Cat Treats that Will Make Your Kitty Purr

Introduction

Cats have a way of wrapping their furry paws around our hearts, and what better way to express our love than through delicious treats? The world of cat treats has evolved, offering a plethora of options to pamper your feline friend. In this article, we delve into the art of spoiling your kitty with delectable cat treats that will undoubtedly make them purr with delight.

Understanding the Importance of Cat Treats

Cat treats are not just indulgences; they can serve various purposes in your cat's life. Beyond the sheer pleasure they provide, treats can be used for training, bonding, and even as a means of delivering essential nutrients. However, it's crucial to choose treats wisely, considering your cat's dietary needs and health.

Choosing Healthy Ingredients

When selecting cat treats, it's essential to prioritize quality ingredients. Opt for treats made with real meat, as cats are obligate carnivores and thrive on animal-based proteins. Avoid treats that contain excessive fillers, artificial colors, and preservatives, as these can have adverse effects on your cat's health. Look for treats with limited ingredients and a focus on natural goodness.

Variety for Enrichment

Just like humans, cats appreciate variety. Introduce a range of flavors and textures to keep your cat's taste buds intrigued. From crunchy treats to soft, chewy morsels, the market offers an array of options. Experiment with different proteins like chicken, fish, and turkey to cater to your cat's diverse palate.

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Interactive Treat Dispensers

Take the treat-giving experience to the next level with interactive dispensers. These toys are designed to dispense treats when your cat plays with or manipulates the device. Not only do they provide mental stimulation, but they also encourage physical activity, helping to keep your cat entertained and active.

Homemade Treats with Love

For the truly devoted cat owner, consider making homemade treats. This allows you to have complete control over the ingredients, ensuring a healthy and personalized treat for your feline friend. Simple recipes using ingredients like canned tuna, chicken, or baby food can be a hit. Just be cautious of any ingredients that may be harmful to cats, such as onions and garlic.

Mindful Portion Control

While treating your cat is a wonderful way to express affection, it's essential to practice moderation. Too many treats can contribute to obesity and other health issues. Be mindful of the caloric content of treats and incorporate them into your cat's overall diet without exceeding recommended daily limits.

Top Cat Treat Recommendations

Temptations Classic Cat Treats: These crunchy treats come in various flavors, satisfying your cat's cravings for both savory and seafood delights. The small, bite-sized pieces are perfect for training or just as a tasty snack.

Greenies Dental Treats: Combining flavor and function, Greenies Dental Treats not only please your cat's taste buds but also contribute to dental health by reducing tartar and freshening breath.

Halo Liv-a-Littles Freeze-Dried Cat Treats: Made from pure, whole meat, these freeze-dried treats retain the nutritional value of the ingredients. With options like chicken or salmon, they offer a protein-packed, irresistible reward.

Purina Pro Plan Savor Tender Strips: Soft and flavorful, these treats are ideal for cats who prefer a more tender texture. With real meat as the main ingredient, they provide a delicious and nutritious treat.

Conclusion

Spoiling your cat treat is an art that requires a thoughtful approach. By choosing high-quality ingredients, incorporating variety, and being mindful of portion control, you can enhance your cat's life and strengthen the bond you share. Whether you opt for commercial treats or try your hand at homemade creations, the key is to delight your feline companion while prioritizing their health and well-being. With the right treats, your kitty will undoubtedly purr with contentment, savoring every moment of your shared indulgence.

Read more : - Cat Cuisine Chronicles: A Deep Dive into the World of Stylish Cat Bowls

[keithsandwich]

I don't know how to set this so I will keep it brief ... I am IN LOVE with your wrotung style gish it is so good and smooth making you feel everything in that tasty morsel you gifted us 😻😻💗💘💞💖💕💓💝💌💌 How do you do it ? How you manage to capture emotions so beautiful and create steamy imagery in such short fics ? Grant us your blessing revealing the secret advices to create good smut 😻😻

Have a fantastic day 🙏🤗

Please keep up the Wonderful job 🙈😻😻🦌🙏💌💌

Julie, you're too kind 🥹

I'm not sure if I can tell you how I do it because 99% of the time I'm writing in English I feel like I don't know what I am doing at all. The struggle is REAL, so you don't know how much it means to me knowing that you enjoy my fanfics. Thank you so much!

But let me try to speak about my experience with writing in general:

I've started writing when I was 14 in a Chat RP. It's not the same as writing a fanfic, but I consider this experience a lot because other people there really guided me to improve my writing. I used to be extremely objective and brief, and because we were building scenes, little by little I understood I had to set up more elements: how my character is interacting with the scenario and with the other characters, how they are feeling, how those feelings are showing, if they are at all. So before starting writing I got used to imagine the scene and feel it, so I could describe it better. This is very, very basic, I know, but I remember those lessons to this day.

Other thing that helps a lot is reading. Very basic advice too, I know, but reading really do wonders. It can inspire you, it helps you build your own references and understands the multiple ways you can use the words to express yourself, besides increasing your vocabulary. This is where I fail the most with English, I think, because I read much more Portuguese literature than anything else in English -- and I am confident about my writing in Portuguese, while in English... eh.

Inspiration is essential as well. When I feel I'm blocked, I start looking for things that may be inspiring. Songs, movies, reading other stories, discussing an idea with a friend, a memory, taking a walk and seeing something outside... If you're actively searching for an inspiration, you'll find it. Here it's important to understand that the inspiration comes from the feeling something brings to you rather than the thing itself, so you don't have to look for something literal. Creating is transforming those feelings into new things. Sometimes I put the craziest songs in my character/ship playlists, just because of the feelings of it. I know if other people listened to them they would be very confused as to why I relate some songs to some characters 😅

This last point is a reminder to myself, as well: just write. I was terrified of writing in English, I really was. I only started trying in December 2020 and just because a great friend encouraged me and offered to proofread my stories. And she's always telling me to just write. Feel the scene, let the words flow, don't push yourself aiming for perfection. Just write. You won't go anywhere if you don't.

And God bless Google 🙌 I'm always there searching for synonyms and checking if what I have in mind makes sense.

[jack-smith001]

Treat Time: The Best Cat Snacks for Your Furry Friend

Cats have an inherent elegance and independence that endears them to pet lovers around the world. Yet, even the most regal of felines can't resist the allure of a tasty treat. Treating your cat is not just an act of love; it's an opportunity for bonding and positive reinforcement. In this article, we'll explore the wonderful world of cat snacks, why they are important, and how to choose the best ones for your feline companion.

Why Cat Snacks Matter

Cat snacks, also known as cat treats, play a crucial role in the life of your pet. Here's why they matter:

Training and Behavior: Cat snacks are an effective tool for training. Positive reinforcement with treats can encourage good behavior and help in teaching commands.

Bonding: Offering treats is a way to create a stronger bond between you and your cat. It's a moment of interaction and affection that strengthens your connection.

Mental Stimulation: Some cat snacks are designed as puzzle toys or interactive treats. These can provide mental stimulation for your cat, preventing boredom and anxiety.

Dental Health: Certain treats are formulated to promote dental health. They help reduce tartar and plaque buildup, contributing to better oral hygiene.

Variety: Cats, like humans, enjoy variety in their diet. Offering different treats adds excitement to their meals and keeps their taste buds engaged.

Choosing the Right Cat Snacks

Selecting the best cat snacks involves considering your cat's individual needs and preferences. Here are some tips:

Quality Ingredients: Look for treats made from high-quality ingredients. Avoid those with artificial additives, fillers, or excessive preservatives.

Flavor Preferences: Cats have distinct flavor preferences. Some may love chicken, while others prefer fish. Experiment to find your cat's favorites.

Health Considerations: If your cat has specific dietary needs or allergies, choose snacks that align with their health requirements.

Texture Matters: Cats may have preferences for soft, crunchy, or chewy treats. Observe your cat's reactions to different textures.

Portion Control: Be mindful of portion sizes. Overindulging in treats can lead to weight issues. Follow the recommended serving sizes.

Read Labels: Always read the product labels. Look for treats that are approved by veterinary associations or have undergone quality testing.

Top Picks in Cat Snacks

Now that we understand the importance of cat snacks and how to choose them, let's explore some top picks:

Temptations Classic Treats: These crunchy treats come in various flavors, and cats adore their taste and texture.

Greenies Dental Treats: Perfect for maintaining dental health, Greenies treats are available in flavors that cats love.

Blue Buffalo Wilderness Cat Treats: Made with high-quality ingredients, these treats are protein-rich and grain-free.

Hartz Delectables Squeeze Up: These unique treats are like a creamy puree that cats can't resist.

Purina Friskies Party Mix: With a variety of flavors and shapes, these treats are designed for playfulness and fun.

Wellness Kittles Grain-Free Cat Treats: Wellness offers a range of grain-free, crunchy treats that are perfect for health-conscious cat owners.

Meow Mix Irresistibles: Irresistibles live up to their name, offering soft and chewy treats in various flavors.

Royal Canin Veterinary Diet Feline Treats: If your cat has specific health needs, these treats are designed to complement veterinary diets.

Homemade Cat Snacks

If you're feeling adventurous, you can also make homemade cat snacks. Some popular options include tuna bites, chicken jerky, or catnip-infused treats. When making homemade treats, ensure that the ingredients are safe for feline consumption, and consult with your veterinarian if you have any doubts.

Conclusion

Cat snacks are more than just tasty morsels; they're a means of strengthening your bond with your feline friend. When chosen thoughtfully, they can also contribute to your cat's health and well-being. Whether you opt for commercially available treats or enjoy making homemade snacks, treat time is an opportunity for joy, interaction, and love between you and your furry companion. So, go ahead, indulge your cat in a little treat time—it's a gesture they'll appreciate, and it will undoubtedly make your relationship even more rewarding.

[independentzaun]

"Don't hold back."

𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 from Here:

They had been teasing each other slowly, but consistently ramping it upwards over the past couple of hours. It had started in his office, and had continued as they walked home together and it seemed was still going on. He’d just made one sexual comment or another as things started to reach their peak, and than she said those three simple words. Don’t hold back. He’d been in the middle of taking a sip of whiskey, and had paused to glance at her. The expression on her face, and the stance she was in something about it made him want to do exactly as she had said. It made him want to show her the monster, and the predator within him. Lowering his cup, and swallowing down the whiskey Silco took a deep breath before offering a toothy smile. “What an interesting comment. One might think you desire something more… intense, this evening.”

He hadn’t yet gotten comfortable, and now seemed like a good time. “Now tell me mi dear girl, di yi really be thinkin yi should be sayin a thing like that ta mi?” Deliberately slipping into that accent his tie hit the coffee table. His vest next. His sleeves unbuttoned, and rolled up to his forearms. The last part? His shirt unbuttoned as well, and half pulled out of his belt but with the back still tucked in leaving his chest fully visible while preventing his shirt from getting in his way. “Don’t. Hold. Back. That is what you said, yes?… So run mi pretty.”

Eyes gleaming they focused on Irisa with a particular intensity, and than suddenly he moved. Either she’d run which would lead to a fun little chase, or she wouldn't in which case he could immediately start on with other fun things. Regardless Silco in that moment offered a predatory fluidity that saw him slip around the coffee table with the effortless of an eel twisting to go after a tasty morsel. Just as smoothly his movements led him quickly towards her with the same silent eagerness as a shark that had just gotten the scent of blood.

Unless she safe worded out Silco was about to have some fun.