#how to cook okra

[kethabali]

very pleased with today's food choices

[veone]

Fried cabbage n onions, salmon paddies and johnny cakes! If I make this well I have southern grandma cred!

[suchananewsblog]

3 Easy Ways Of Making Yummy Kurkuri Bhindi At Home (Recipes Inside)

Bhindi or okra (known as lady finger in English) is one of the most popular vegetables in India. It is nutritious and also travels well – making it a common tiffin dish. There are innumerable ways to give your own twist to bhindi, and you could also rely on traditional recipes. But “kurkuri bhindi” remains one of the most beloved. Any recipe that involves cooking ladyfingers until they are crisp…

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

PAINTED WORSHIP Nanami x Prim Princess!Reader

Minors and ageless blogs don't fucking interact

Pairing: Nanami Kento x PrimPrincess!Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1491

Warnings: Slightly jealous!Nanami, Posessive!Nanami, plus size reader, female bodied reader, Marks left, no protection (wrap up kids), Food used as an aphrodaisiac (ice-cream)

Summary: When Gojo gets a little peek down your top, Nanami can't stop hiimself from marking whats his.

A/N: What the hell happened?? I sat down to write this thinking it'd be a cute little blurb net thing i know we're at a thousand plus words??? Anyway i wrote this while cooking okra. such an unsexy scenario please keep in mind when you read lol ok byeeee

sort of pt1 here

Pretty prim princess of the Jujutsu world. No one expects you to leave long scratches down the length of your boyfriend’s back every night. No one expects you to be face down-ass up, shoved into the mattress; Nanami Kento pounding into you from behind. No one expects that you get slapped on your ass every time because he loves watching it jiggle.

Nanami is so careful not to leave visible marks on you. He too has a reputation to maintain after all. The hand print on your bum, the little hickeys that litter your chest – these are meant for his eyes only. It’s unfortunate that Gojo got a little peek though; when you bent over to take a look at what he was trying to show you at his desk, and he turned his head, only to be met by the perfect view down your top. The swell of your décolletage tantalizingly close and the gentle bruises all over your skin standing out in a harsh contrast. 

“I have to go!” He said standing up suddenly. “I—”

Gojo sprinted to the loo, almost crashing into an amused Nanami, leaving a befuddled you wondering what happened.

“Wha–” you started straightening up. 

“I think we better get you some turtlenecks” Nanami said stepping close to you and pulling your neckline higher. You looked down and your eyes widened. 

“Do you think he saw?” you whispered into his chest. 

“Lucky bastard… I have half a mind to gouge out his six eyes” He lays a hand on your chest. As if trying to make sure your top would never again leave your skin and presses a reserved kiss into your hair. “You’re mine. For my eyes only…” 

It was a wonder how Nanami made it through the day when all he could think about was how he needed to leave fresh marks on you tonight. Marks that would not be tainted by some other eyes: only for him. 

His arms encircled you, the minute you stepped into your shared apartment, lips planted on your neck he sucked at your skin. Your knees buckled and Nanami held you up, knowing it was coming. 

“Min-min…” You started in a feeble attempt to placate your lover but a low growl stopped you from continuing. His tongue bullied your neck, and his hands shifted your focus to your breasts which he squeezed fingers searching for your hardening nipples under the fabric of your blouse. 

You couldn’t help but throw your head back and moan. Thankful that you were still supported by his arms. You could feel Nanami grinding against your back. The bulge that grew in his pants made you wet just thinking about it. 

“Min-min…” you tried again. 

Nanami sank his teeth into the spot he’d been worshipping in response making you yelp with the shock. “Nanami! What the fuck!?” 

He released you and you turned to look at him. His pupils were blown and his lips were red “We need to eat, but I’m not done with you… ” Saying this Nanami squeezed your ass and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you to collect yourself. 

Dinner was quick. You always meal planned during the weekend so everything was ready for Nanami to pop into the oven for a quick broil. Nanami finished dinner by serving you a helping of your favourite ice-cream which you both took to the couch to enjoy but once he was done, he climbed over you in a swift movement. “I’m hungry.” 

“What… We just ate Min-min, were the portions not en—” 

You were cut off by his ravenous mouth on yours. Licking at the ice-cream you were still eating. He sucked on your lower lip as if in answer to your unfinished question. His hands came up once again to knead at your breast. 

A low moan escaped you and you felt your bowl being taken from your hands and set aside while Nanami kissed you over and over. His lips slid down from your mouth to his last conquest and he lapped at it gently hearing you hiss at his touch. The indents his teeth had left on your skin stood out against his tongue, and for a moment Nanami felt guilty. But the feeling was quashed with a simple roll of your hips that begged him for more. 

“Kento… need you…”

Nanami grabbed hold of your ass lifting you onto his lap steadying you with one hand he retrieved the ice cream bowl with the other and handed it to you. 

“Feed me.” 

You took the spoon, ready to let him have some from you but he shook his head. 

“Off you.” 

Your cheeks burned but you slowly dripped a drop of the cold desert onto your chest, right between your breasts. Nanami enthusiastically licked. 

“More. Please…” a gravelly plea.

You dripped it – this time down your breast, it rolled down your skin ending at your erect nipple. Nanami licked again, a stripe up your breast cleaning off the sticky sweetness. His tongue returned and flicked at your nipple and you shuddered. 

He reached a hand under your skirt and rubbed at your mound over your panties. “Come on beautiful, keep it coming.” 

You continued dripping ice cream down your body, cold streaks matching the red welts you left down Nanami’s back. And Nanami ate you like a starved man. He sucked and licked and bit, painting a masterpiece in shades of purple. His mouth never once left you, drawing prayer after prayer from your lips. His hands made quick work of your clothing, tearing off what you wore, and only then did he pause to take a good look at his masterpiece. 

You were a garden in springtime, flowers blooming across your skin. He palmed at the fat bulge in his slacks and you took the opportunity to lick the spoon in your hand of the little ice-cream left on it, trailing your tongue along the metal while never once taking your eyes off Nanami. With a snarl he was on you again, discarding the bowl and lifting you up in his arms to carry you to your bed. He dropped you onto the sheets and yanked down his trousers and boxers in a swift movement. Then he pulled you toward him and sheathed his cock in your dripping pussy. 

The initial stretch was always a little painful but tonight you were too aroused to notice the burn, you ripped Nanami’s shirt off, scattering buttons everywhere, his hands found home in your hair and pulled it out of the messy bun, gently holding your small head against his chest as his cock pounded into you. 

“Fuck— no wonder Gojo had to excuse himself. You have no fuckin’ idea do ya.” You could only whine. Body jerking with each thrust. You latched your mouth against his chest feeling his nipple and kissed and licked at it. Desperation pooled in your lower abdomen and Nanami thankfully kept pace. 

  “You have no clue what you do to people. How fucking alluring you are. Like a witch who’s cast a spell on anyone who gets a look at her…” your lover continued. 

“Min-min-n-n-n!” 

“Yeah baby? Gonna come for me?” His breaths were now ragged, his hips sped up thrusting harder. Two thick fingers were slipped between your folds rubbing firm circles at your clit. “I’m close too baby. Whadya say we come together huh?”  He didn’t falter. Fingers, cock, mouth all running you like a well oiled machine. 

You felt your climax just at the surface, ready to explode and managed to whisper a, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, Ken– so close—” Your arms held his shoulders for support and you bit down on skin, muffling the long keening cry that found its way out of you as you came onto his cock and fingers. 

Nanami followed just after, hips coming to a juddering stop. He emptied his load in you dragging his cock out slowly, letting his release drip down to your ass. You fell back onto the bed exhausted, splaying your arms out for Nanami to come to you. Instead he lifted himself off the bed and took out his phone. You heard the click of a camera shutter and lifted your head. Nanami crawled up beside you showing you the picture. It was a shot of your dripping pussy, angled in a way that one could see the littered hickeys going up your torso. 

Nanami smirked into the shell of your ear. “An artist should always sign their work.”

The next day at Jujutsu High, Gojo noticed two things. One, you were wearing a brand new turtle-neck blouse. And two, later while talking to Nanami, he spotted a large dark mark at the base of his neck – unmistakable teeth marks in a perfect O. 

“Damn Nanamin, never took you to be experimental with flavours!” He teased. “Always thought you were a vanilla man.” 

The End

A/N: THIS WAS SO CRAZY TO WRITE OMG. A massive thank you to @erebus-et-eigengrau who sat and brainstormed this with me in the notes of pt 1.

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[steveharringtonat3am]

I can’t stop thinking about going grocery shopping with Steve like I can just picture him with his little list that he insists on sticking too but he doesn’t even complain when you buy snacks god he’s so boyfriend coded

Steve never lets you push the cart. Just like how he insists on driving you everywhere, he refuses to let you push the cart for a reason you haven’t yet heard. But you can’t really complain. Being tied to the cart was annoying. But by far the most annoying thing in the store was The List.

Steve would never deviate from The List. He would write it out before leaving the house, each item in order of where you would come across them in the store. He was very meticulous about it. So much so, you once tried to slip it in your pocket when you got out of the car.

It wad funny until he drove all the way back home to “go get it”.

“Come on sweetheart.” He checks over his shoulder to make sure you’re following him as he grabs a cart, pushing it into the store. He starts with the vegetables, as they reside on the top of The List. Most of the items on there were from you. Steve, for all his grocery diligence, wasn’t much of a cook so he relied on you for most of the ingredients you would need for the week ahead. Unfortunately, he was smart enough to know when you wanted something for yourself or for actual necessity.

You start to wander off as he inspects tomatoes. It’s a normal occurrence at this point. It’s boring to simply stand next to him when you’d much rather be standing in the ice cream isle, inspecting the various pints and boxes.

‘The freezer is empty enough for this.’ You think to yourself as you grab a jumbo box of popsicles and a pint of Steve’s favourite ice cream. You head back over to the produce section, eyes scanning over mounds of apples to find a mop of brown hair. As you place the items neatly in the cart, Steve catches your eye.

“Those aren’t on the list.” It’s a statement of a fact, eyebrows raised but a soft smile on his face.

“It’s getting warmer. They would have been on next weeks list.” You smile as if you won’t finish this box in a week.

“…Sure babe.” It’s a redundant yes. As strict as he is about the list, he simply can’t say no to you. Especially when you smile so pretty at him. You follow him into the bread section, picking up his usual kind for him. He nods approvingly and you try not to let the giddiness show.

He picks up a few things from the freezer section but the bag of potstickers that are not on the list makes you smile. Steve knows they’re your favourite.

As he weighs bags of frozen okra in his hand, you once again slip away. You’re right next to the candy and chips aisle so you take it upon yourself to grab some treats. Returning to the cart with an arm full of two types of chips and a few bags of candy, you once again receive an amused look.

“Did you add something to the list I didn’t see?” He teases as you put everything in the cart.

“Well, no but you always want a snack after work so this is good! And they have such good easter candy out!” You defend your choices despite the fact he’s already accepted the junk food.

“Whatever you say babe. Take it up with your dentist.” He grins as you smack his arm, following him to the checkout aisle. Of course, he doesn’t let you help put the groceries onto the conveyor belt but you can’t complain as you focus on the bright magazines.

As the cashier scans the items, you work on placing them into the bags you had brought with you. You were an expert at stacking, placing them into the cart as Steve retrieved the receipt. He hands it to you to look over for irregularities, taking the cart and pushing it to the car. He loads the groceries into the car as you settle into the passenger seat. You watch from the rearview mirror as he walks away. Thanking your past self for buying him those tight fit jeans, you put on your seatbelt as he returns, sitting down.

“Ready to go home?” He asks you, patting your thigh.

“Sure! Can we get coffee on the way back?”

“…Fine.” He loves you too much to object.

[melancholymetropolis]

PillowTalk

plot: A normal breakfast takes a steamy turn.

pairings: Aizawa Shota x Pregnant!Reader

genre(s): Marriage of Convenience AU; Shameless Smut

warnings: MUTUAL PINING. former boss/assistant. mansion in the middle of the woods. stay-at-home wife (kinda). CEO husband. ROLEPLAY. reader is a book nerd. chasing. lowkey beauty & the beast au. toxic ex. library sex. PIV SEX. rough. table top. mentions of voyeurism + masturbation. pet names (princess, little wife, beast, prince charming etc) light breeding. teasing. Aizawa is a simp for his wife. y/n is a dirty -talker. BOTH OF THEM ARE REALLY HORNY FOR EACH OTHER

w.c: 4.4k

Aizawa Shota lowered the newspaper from his view and lifted the coffee cup to his lips. He took a hefty gulp of the cool drink and I felt myself squirm in my seat. 

My kinda-husband was simply too hot for words and I was beginning to lose my mind. His dark hair was pulled into a messy bun at the back of his head, but a few (selective) strands framed his face. He decided to grow out his facial hair a bit, sporting a deviously dark five o’clock shadow. The white dress shirt framing his chest was seconds away from breaking at any sudden movements. The black suit he wore was tailored to his body perfectly— framing his butt and thighs gorgeously. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones or the lack of pleasure I had acquired in recent months— I wanted him. I wanted him badly. 

I wanted my fake husband to toss me to the table and devour me, just like how he did our breakfast.

I wanted him to mount me like the sexual beast I knew he was and pound me into the table.

I wanted him to ruin other—

“How are things?” He asked, snapping me out of my reverie. 

“Uh. . . what things?” I asked absentmindedly. 

His black eyes flicked onto my face, taking in my flushed expression. “Are you hot? Do you want me to turn down the thermostat?”

Oh, I am hot. Hot and ready for you to slurp me like—

“N-No,” I stammered, bringing my iced tea to my lips. I took a slow sip before setting the glass back on the table. “And everything is fine! The doctor said my blood pressure and cortisol levels were not as high as before and were leaning toward normal. She also told me to start drinking okra water and to work on my breathing, since I reaching the end of my trimester.”

Aizawa nodded. “Seems to be all good news. I am happy to hear it.”

“Well, there is only good news because of you and your support,” I said sheepishly. 

The statement was very true, if it weren’t for Aizawa I probably would’ve been dead by now. That was not an exaggeration whatsoever.

We didn't marry for love, nor was this union arranged. It was a simple matter of convenience. I was his secretary and he was the CEO of the company. I was already engaged to another man prior, but he left me mere weeks after I had fallen pregnant. My fiance cleared our joint account and fled the country. Leaving me with nothing. I was forced to consider going back to the united states and sleeping in my childhood bedroom with a newborn.

Aizawa, out of the blue, presented the possibility of a marriage between us. He would pay for everything. The medical bills, food, car payments, baby supplies— all I had to do was manage the house staff: sign off on repairs, oversee their daily tasks, and inform him of anything out of the ordinary. He was basically paying me to be a housewife, without the strenuous duties of cooking, cleaning, and tending to the kids. Plus, Aizawa suggested I get a night nanny so I could rest a little better.

The deal sounded a little too good to be true. But, given the two years we spent working together, I knew he was trustworthy. I took the leap and ended up living an absolute fairytale life for the past 5 months. I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Although, deep down, I wished we explored a little past our new normal.

Maybe even find ourselves entangled in the sheets and trying out all kinds of positions.

I’m pretty sure I can still get my leg over my head if I really tried. Giving him enough room to dig deep in me and rearrange my guts.

"You don't have to thank me every chance you get," a small smile stole his face. "In fact, I should be thanking you."

"Oh really?" 

The smile widened and the brunette adjusted his position in the chair. His arms crossed against his broad chest and the buttons strained from the action. The muscles in his forearms flexed underneath his rolled-up sleeves. His biceps bulged a little against the cotton fabric. The longer I looked at him the wetter I felt the seat of my panties become. If he kept being so absentmindedly attractive, I would soon find myself sprayed out on my bed, fingers probing my slick walls, wishing he were on top of me.

Damn, I have it bad.

“Y/N!” Aizawa said in a raised voice. 

I blinked several times and cleared my throat. “Y-Yes?”

“Are you sure you okay?” He asked, leaning forward. 

“Yeah! It’s just the. . . hormones!” I blustered. “You know, all those raging, sweaty hormones that make it hard for me to focus.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are sure it's only the hormones? And not some other factor?”

“Uh. . .” I stammered. 

Aizawa, suddenly, rose from his seat and walked around the round table. His eyes never left my face and a smirk was forming on his lips. He appeared next to me in an instant. He pressed one hand on the table and another on the back of my chair. Aizawa leaned forward until our faces were mere inches apart. 

“I heard you the other night,” he stated, a certain hunger in his eyes.

“What are you talking about?” I gulped.

“You cried out for me,” he said, plainly. “Begging me to. . . how did you say it? Oh! ‘Split you apart with my thick dick’.”

The realization hit me like a sledgehammer. It had been the night he had come back from a run around the block. He was shirtless and the shorts were low on his hips. His sculpted v-line was on full display, along with his sensual muscles. He was breathing so heavily, panting and mewling from the strenuous exercise. He claimed to have “overdid” it this time. He ran at full speed for the last few blocks and all the way up our long driveway. His long hair was, again, pulled into a messy bun, highlighting his sharp jaw and rugged features. 

He looked so hot. So fuckable. I wanted to mount him like the stallion he was and ride him into the sunset. 

". . . Oh," I murmured, turning away from him.

"'Oh' is right," he chuckled. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop but you were so loud and luscious that I couldn't help myself." Aizawa leaned forward, his lips brushing against my earlobe. "And saw you too. Your door was cracked open just for me to see."

Shivers ran down my spine and my womanhood throbbed. His hot breath was caressing my ear, whilst his mouth did the same. His body was so close, yet he wasn't laying a finger on me. The temptation was swiftly sending me over the edge. I hated the slow, seductive game he was playing. I knew the ending would not be in my favor. He wasn't the type of man to spread me open like a Thanksgiving feast, nor was he the type to treat me like an animal. He wanted me begging, weeping for his touch. Despite the rather x-rated thoughts running through my mind at the moment, I couldn’t allow myself to succumb to his game so easily. 

“Who knew you were such a little perv,” I giggled, lifting my mug to my lips. I took a small sip of the hot tea and hummed sweetly. “But, I guess, if I was holed up in my office for 40+ hours a week I’d be a little… frustrated as well.”

His fingertips brushed against my arms, tickling me the same way a feather would. “You are playing with fire, little wife.” Aizawa groaned and gripped the back of my chair. “Ever since that faithful night, I have not been able to think straight. Seeing your legs shake and your toes curl, while you work yourself with that sparkly pink toy—” He sucked in a breath and released the back of my chair. He pushed his body away from mine. 

Immediately, I rise to my feet and turn to face him. The brunette placed a significant distance between the both of us. His breath was labored and his hand was balled at his side. There was an oblong shape intensely prominent near the zipper of his slacks. The member was only semi-hard and I could already tell that was quite massive. Probably bigger that the sparkly pink dildo I had in my nightstand, certainly thicker that the toy as well. 

My assumption was right. 

He did have a long, thick dick.

“I like to think myself a patient man,” he started. “A respectable man. I tried my best to keep my distance from you and to give you all the space you need to grow. To heal from whatever happened before our union. I never wanted to force myself or my desires onto you. I never wanted you to think you owed me anything because we were simply married and living together." Aizawa’s brown eyes bore into mine, just as the morning light gracefully captured his face. It gave him an ethereal glow. Made him look even more beautiful that he already was. “I promised myself that I would not touch you or make any advances toward you until I have obtained your explicit consent. However, being near you, feeling your luxurious presence and capturing your delicious scent, while trying not to press my mouth against that gummy pussy is pure agony. ”

Aizawa was so eloquent with how he spoke, sounding like a pure gentleman. Up until that last bit. 

“So, from what you’re saying,” I said, tilting my head to the side a little bit. “The beloved prince charming I married 5 months ago is gone? And he was preplaced by a horny, insatiable beast?”

A smirk pulled at his lips. “That’s not exactly true, princess. Charming was always a beast, at least during the night. It took a very special lady to set him straight by morning.”

I hummed once more and pulled my braids into a messy bun. I hiked up my dress and gave him a smile. “Where is the closest soundproof room in the house?”

“A few doors down,” he replied. “It’s the library.”

I took off in a swift jog toward the room, turning my head back to say “You can’t catch me, you fearsome beast.”

His laughter was explosive. “Are we roleplaying, princess?” Aizawa shouted after me.

I was already halfway down the hall, the double doors of the library were swiftly approaching. “Only if you want to,” I shouted back. 

“You cannot hide from me, young damsel!” He boasted, as heavily footsteps came stomping my way. “I will capture you one way or another!”

I giggled at the sound of his “beastly” voice and proceeded to quicken my pace. “Please do not harm me, furocious beast. For I am innocent in this matter.”

I have no idea what possessed me to put on this whole act.  Maybe I was watching too much Bridgerton or reading entirely too much erotica, but the idea of being chased by a massive man, just to be savagely fucked in the library was exhilarating. The book nerd in me was jumping with joy.

I pushed through the library doors and sped over to the nearest flat surface. A wide table with several wooden chairs surrounding it. I shoved the chairs aside and hopped right on the table. Anticipation ran through my veins. The big, hulking man burst through the room with a loud grunt. The smile on his face was undeniable. My little charade had done its job perfectly: it had taken us out of earshot of the bustling maids in the house and eased the thick tension between us. Aizawa’s playful mood was igniting something within me. Something I didn’t recognize. It had been a while since I had seen him actually enjoy himself. His smile was so wide and genuine that I thought he was a different person.

Not the stressed-out, sleep-deprived spouse that I often avoided.

But the bubbly, fun husband that I always wanted.

His immediate acceptance and active participation in my game showed me that there was a chance. A chance for us to have a real, authentic marriage. A union where we love and cherish each other.  One where I didn't have to question whether or not he felt the same way.

“Sweet, delicate princess,” Aizawa groaned, inching close to me. “Please allow me the opportunity to voice my desires without prejudice or ridicule.”

I looked away from his face for a moment and tapped my chin. “Fine, you may.”

“I want you. In every way possible,” he confessed, closing the distance between us. “I have wanted you from the sheer moment you opened your heart to me. From the moment you started staying up a little late to have dinner with me, or when you made it a point to pack me lunch on a particularly long day. When you made Sunday nights my favorite time of the week and got me addicted to Outlander.”

“Since when were you into Outlander?” I asked in disbelief,

“Since you started screaming at the TV, cursing out Sir Jack Randal,” Aizawa chuckled. “I never heard you use so many curses in a single sentence.”

“I still can’t believe he did that to Jamie,” I grimaced.

Aizawa nodded in agreement but carried on with his statement. “You have been the object of my desires and the capturer of my heart for months now. I go to sleep dreaming of your big brown eyes and beautiful smile. I hear your sweet voice in my mind all day long and wish I could spend every moment with you.”

I reached out to grab his hands, which he gladly handed to me. I brought them to my thighs and allowed them to hike up my skirt. The beige fabric lifted from its place at my ankles and exposed the bronze skin underneath. Aizawa settled at the small space between my thighs and gently placed his hands at my sides. His brown eyes bore into mine. The older man looked at me like I was the only woman in the world. Like nothing else mattered but us at this exact moment. His gaze was so pure I could almost cry on the spot. 

I hooked my arms around his neck and started to lean closer to him. My eyes fluttered closed and my lips slightly parted. He captured my mouth moments later and his arms swiftly wrapped around my plum form. Aizawa moaned against my lips as if marveling at the sensation. His mouth danced across mine gracefully, following my lead and patiently waiting for the next step. 

My hands were in his hair and my thighs rested against his hips. I gently rolled my damn center over his semi-hard front. The lust was quickly growing the long he kissed me and soon I  wouldn't be able to contain it. The confession had provided me with all the information I needed— our feelings were mutual. He wanted to give this fake marriage some authenticity and turn it into a real one. I was beyond excited.

I tore my lips away from his searing embrace and whimpered as he dragged a tongue along the side of my neck. 

"Take me," I gasped, clawing at his back. "Right here. Right now."

The brunette lifted his head from my neck and immediately started fumbling with the buttons on my blouse. Seconds later, he exposed the lacy number underneath and growled at the sight. His skilled fingers undid the finicky clasp in the back, exposing the plump mounds to his eager eyes. 

"Your breasts are so full and round," Aizawa groaned.

His thumbs gently ran across the pebbled nipples and a hiss left my lips. 

The older male immediately paused his actions. "Did I hurt you,  princess?" 

A blush flickered on my cheeks as I sheepishly looked away. "No. . . They're just really sensitive."

"Well, I'll try to be more careful with them," he stated, lowering his body until his face was directly staring at the bosoms. 

His hot tongue tenderly flicked the right nipple several times before giving it a long seductive lick. Shivers ran down my spine as he kept giving sloppy kisses to the sensitive bud. The seat of my panties was drenched. My arousal practically glued them to my lower lips. My legs were vibrating with anticipation. The hot mouth moved over to the left nipple and I thought I ascended to heaven. Aizawa moaned as he sucked on the breast. He was enjoying the lewd act and it was intriguing to see. 

He released the bud and a long string of drool connected the two as he pulled away. He brought his lips to mine and gave me a mind-numbing kiss. His fingers dipped between my thighs as we made out. He pressed two fingers against the wet area and started to rub small circles right at the top of the slit. My poor clit was already throbbing from the foreplay and it seemed to pulse after that action. I moaned against his lips and pulled away. The area was so wet and sensitive that I knew it wouldn't take long to push me over the edge. Especially after he gave my nipples such delicate care. 

"What a cute face my little princess is making," he purred, pressing his forehead to mine. "Looks like she wants to cum."

I nodded, keeping direct eye contact with the seductive man. "I do, you beast. I want to cum all over your pretty cock and gorgeous face. Will you let me?"

The older man groaned and removed his hand from my panties. "Coming on my face is just gonna have to wait until our next rendezvous. I'm afraid if I don't slip into that dripping wet pussy I'm gonna burst. And we wouldn't want that, right?" 

"We sure wouldn't," I said absentmindedly rubbing my baby bump. 

Aizawa smirked before slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. He threw the cotton garment aside before fiddling with his belt. His eyes never left my face and that seemed to make his actions even hotter. He pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion; leaving the thick, long member to spring free. 

My eyes widened at the sight. He was certainly bigger than I imagined. Definitely bigger than my ex, who could barely last 5 minutes without busting. Aizawa was indeed a patient man, a kind man. That was the only reason I could gather for why God would bless him with such a beast. Maybe I too was God's favorite, since he allowed me to marry such a good man. 

Not only was he fine as hell, tall and rich— his dick was big. I had no doubt I had hit the lottery in the husband department. 

"Are you okay, princess?" He asked. "Would you like to take a breather?"

"I breathed enough," I shot back. "Come take these panties off and pound me with your long, thick dick." 

Aizawa chuckled and hooked his thumbs under my waistband. He pulled the cotton panties down my plump legs and tossed them to the side. He aligned the head of his cock with my womanhood and just before easing himself in, Aizawa paused and gave me a final look, as if to ask me ‘are you sure?” I nodded immediately and widened my thighs a little bit more. The thick member sunk right into me with little resistance, on account of how wet my womanhood was. Pregnancy amplified all my bodily functions to the hundredth degree, including how soiled my underwear became anytime I saw something that appealed to me. Or, anytime I saw my husband.

The brunette helped me lay flat on my back against the table and adjusted the position of my legs. He hooked my limbs over his forearms and continued to push into me. I gasped when every inch was nestled into my greedy pussy and my eyes fluttered closed. I placed one hand above my head, gripping the edge of the table and the other underneath my belly. I braced myself for impact. Aizawa started off slow, rolling his hips against my pelvis gently. I could feel every inch inside of me. The slow thrusts softly pushed against my sensitive spots, causing me to squirm and wiggle underneath him. 

"Can I move a little faster, princess?" He grunted, tilting his hips a little bit. 

"Please move faster, beast," I panted, digging my nails into the table. "I cannot take this teasing any longer." 

Aizawa took a firm hold of the table and chuckled quietly. "As you wish, Your Majesty."

 The older man’s hips gradually began moving faster against mine. At first, my little mewls remained relatively uninterrupted by the change. I pretended to be disinterested in the movements, rolling my eyes and telling him to move faster. To fuck me harder. Informing him that I was displeased by his treatment, Aizawa’s persistent behavior of treating me like a delicate flower was starting to frustrate me. I was a woman above anything else. This pregnancy had almost everyone in my everyday life view me as fragile. Something that could easily be broken with little force and it struck anger in my being. Since my body is sturdy enough to grow an entire human being, I was pretty sure it was strong enough to handle some power thrusts from a man.

“Come on, beast,” I teased, a smile kissing my teeth. “Don’t tell me this is all could do? Some half-hearted pumps and expected me to be satisfied? I thought you were more of a savage than this.”

Without a word, Aizawa started to snap his hips against mine harshly. A good portion of his force was colliding with my body and it made my heart sing. My breath was caught in my throat and my legs started to tremble. I rested my body on my elbows and looked into his dark eyes. He was already looking at my face. The smile on his lips was stirring something within me. Almost like he knew I wouldn’t last long or I couldn’t handle the power of his thrusts. There were two words lingering on his tongue that I was dying to hear him say. Something that would definitely send me over the edge.

The man towering over me tilted his hips once more and a squeal shot out of my mouth. My back fell right back onto the table and I raised both arms above my head to grip the edge. The plush head of the cock was hammering the underside of my cervix, a very sensitive area deep within my cunt. My body started to tremble in response and my breathing became hollow. Pressure started to build in my abdomen and a pool started to form. My walls started to pulse against his massive cock and I couldn’t string together a single thought. My body started to tingle and my mind started to blur. Drool spilled from my lips as my eyes started to roll back. 

The orgasm was slow, deep, and damning. My body twisted and contoured into various weird positions as I rode the hot wave. I said my husband’s name like a prayer, chanting it over and over again. I begged him not to stop, to keep going, to take me to heaven. And he did just that. Aizawa kept his hard, sharp pace. He continued to drill that girthy dick into my snatch like he became addicted to the feeling. My body completely succumbed to the pleasure, not wanting to do anything else but relish in it. It wasn’t long before another orgasm began to build and my legs started to tremble all over again. 

“Fuck!” I cried, arching my back against the table. 

“Come on, princess,” Aizawa cooed. “Give beasty another one. I know you have it in you.”

The older man’s hips started to sputter and twitch, indicating to me that he was next to reach his peak. But, like the respectable man he was, Aizawa continued his sickening pace. Eventually, my eyes gradually opened and I took in the scene before me. A hulking man with rippling muscles and a gorgeous face was looming over me. Drilling his cock in me at a record pace with a smile on his face. He held my legs nice and wide in a seductive ‘v’. He was watching my every expression, movement and taking in my sounds. Aizawa was fully invested in pleasuring my horny, pregnant self and I was grateful. I never wanted this moment to end. I wanted to feel the weight on his body forever. I never wanted to part from him. I needed to be with him as long as humanly possible.

The second orgasm was harder than the last. It tore through me like lightning and forced my toes to curl. My eyes were wide open for this one. I watched Aizawa lean forward and gather me desperately. He held me close and proceeded to rut into my creamy pussy. He pressed his hot mouth to mine while his hips trembled and spasmed. His head fell on my shoulder when the pleasure became too great and he couldn’t hold out any longer. Hot cum shot into my awaiting womb, gradually filling me to the brim. Aizawa’s slow and rhythmic thrusts made the feeling even more sensual. It was as if he was fucking the semen into me, hoping to make me pregnant all over again. 

I never thought I’d have a breeding kink, but his actions convinced me otherwise.

Soon, it was nothing but our labored breathing filling the library. Our bodies were still one and his chest was still pressed against mine. My fingers were slowly running through his hair while his arms were tightly wrapped around my back. It seemed like the older gentleman had no intention of letting me, even though we were both sweaty and panting. It made me feel special.

“Is this okay?” He asked, breaking the silence. “Me holding you like this?”

“It’s fine,” I replied with a sigh. 

“Okay. Just let me know if I am crushing you or the baby.” 

“Alright, Aizawa,” I giggled.

Suddenly, he lifted his head from my shoulder and pressed his forehead against mine. 

“That’s not what you’re supposed to call me, princess,” he acknowledged. “I am your husband, not some stranger on the street.”

“Than what am I supposed to call you then?”

He thought for a moment. “I think Shota would be fitting.”

“Shota?”

“And Beast/Charming on special occasions,” he said with a wink.

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a/n: there are hints in the story letting you know what kind of fic I'll be posting next. let's see who can guess it before sunday.

Also, a little update, I will be posting FULL SMUT SCENES from this point forward. So get ready for 2k - 4k worth of filth. Good luck going to sleep at night.

Finally, let me know if you would like to be added to my official taglist. I will be alerting you everytime I upload!

bye for now!

[kerokreature]

Some Sinclair Headcannons because I have brain rot

These are Sinclair Brothers and Reader who cooks for them a lot

Enjoy

Bo

Absolutely lost his shit when he found out you know how to cook and cook well because of his little domestic fantasy

Begs you too cook for him and the family like. “Please Darlin’ can you make another pot roast.” “Please sweetheart can you just fix me something and bring it down into town?”

He’s a southern boy, which means you will absolutely absolutely be making him shit like okra? But especially since this Louisiana he’s going to lose it when you make things like Jambalaya, Crayfish, Étouffée etc

If you bake on top of it he’s gonna lose his shit.

Like I think he kinda subtly has a sweet tooth and especially likes snacks

So if you like bake cookies or something he can just munch on during the day? Game fucking over.

He’s going to be such a flirt when you’re cooking or baking

He’s going to be downright dirty bab out it

Regardless of gender he’s going to call his little house wife, emphasis on his.

He’s the most likely to gift you his mom’s old recipe cards

Lester

Coming in with the excited “Shit you can cook too!?”

Loves anything you make

Prepare to work with some road kill, boy straight up said it’s a waste of meat

But road venison is good as hell, you’re gonna be making deer steaks 10/10

He’ll be so gentle about his requests. “My possum do you think it’d be too much trouble to make some soup”

When you make it he’ll shower you in praise and gentle kisses, he’d be so excited, he would eat every bite

He’d be over excited if you ever packed him a lunch like

He’d just give you that big lop sided grin, turn those soft eyes on you and kiss your forehead. He’d be so so touched

He’s a good respectful southern boy so he wouldn’t go in your kitchen while you’re cooking.

If you also bake boy would he be excited, I picture him losing his mind for cakes especially

Like a rich chocolate cake that’s really spongy and some coffee?? Oh yeah that’s the life

Vincent

He would think it’s beautiful that you cook

He would love to watch you cook, he’d likely sketch you doing so

I feel like he’d bring you cookbooks and recipe cards

He’d be so delicate if you let him help, carefully handing you herbs and spices and watching the perfect mixture you’re creating

Even if you’re a chaotic ass cook (see: author) he’d think you’re perfect, that it’s even more of an art form that you can be so messy and make perfect food

He wouldn’t ever allow you to say something didn’t turn out right. You are not allowed to doubt your cooking, your art . He won’t have it.

He’d be gentle in shushing you, sighing at you that it’s perfect, and he’d make sure you saw him eat every last bite.

I don’t think he’d request things per se unless you asked him what he wanted and then he’d probably sign his response after some thought.

He’s shower you in affection over what you make him, and likely make you something as a gift in return

He doesn’t have as much of a sweet tooth as the other two but he’d still love if you bake

I think his favorite would be Beignets.

[rotzaprachim]

this is absolutely a conversation that would need a lot of collaboration with Black communities, Black Jews and Black yiddishists but it would be so great to see some Yiddish language content about Black foodways and cooking demonstrations and such. (For more on the topic of Black and Jewish and Black-Jewish foodways please see Michael twitty!) One thing I noticed while writing a letter to a friend describing soul food I’d eaten on a trip was how many words related to these topics differ from standard German or Germanic vocabulary - not hugely a surprise given that the agricultural and natural terminology in Yiddish tend to be where a lot of the Slavic vocabulary is

Disclaimer that what you see below is a mix mainly of the comprehensive modern dictionary, words I’ve heard used in modern non chasidic yiddish communities, Yiddish language books and my own experience and that all of the following is subject to vary esp depending on where the dialect of Yiddish originated

anyway there’s:

נשמה-עסן )neshome-esn (soul food, likely a modern calque from English but it’s sooo great). Hebrew word “neshome” for soul + Germanic “Esn” (food)

מאַסלימקע - maslinke - Slavic - buttermilk

סמעטאַנע- smetane- Slavic - sour cream

פּאַפּשוי - papshoy- Romanian - corn

פּאַפּשויברויט - papshoybroyt- cornbread

אוגערקע - ogurke - Slavic - cucumber

די זויערע אוגערקעס - di zoyere ogurkes (the pickles)

ארבוז (Arbuz- one of many but the word my grandmas family used) - Slavic - watermelon

טשאָלענט - tsholent - probably an old Romance language like old French - the super thick comforting shabbes stew

אָזשענע - ozhene -Slavic - blackberry

באָב - Bob - Slavic - bean

קאַבאַק - kabak- possibly Russian but from a Turkic language - squash

מאַמאַליגע- mamalige - a Romanian type of cornmeal pudding or mush

באַמיע- bamye- okra - from Ottoman Turkish from either Persian or Arabic

חזיר - khazer - pig (from Hebrew)

חזיר-פֿלייש - khazer-Fleish - pork

פּאָנטשקע - pontshke - Slavic - donut

מאכל - maykhl - dish/treat - from Hebrew

מסיבה - mesibe- party - from Hebrew

שימחה - simkheh- party - from Hebrew

סודה - sudeh- feast - from Hebrew

Some other useful/related vocabulary here too:

שמאַלץ - shmaltz - chicken fat - from old German, no idea how this might be used in modern German dialects

משפחה - mishpokhe - family - from Hebrew

קהילה - kehile- from Hebrew - there are a bunch of words for “community” in Yiddish with different nuances, this is one I hear a lot from modern Yiddishists

אבֿות - oves- literally “fathers”, ancestors, from Hebrew

ירושה - yerusheh- inheritance - from Hebrew

ירשענען - yarshenen - to inherit - Hebrew root with German verb structure

[turbulentscrawl]

very curious abt your oc 👀...

The time is now... To preface, I made this character back in December, before Faro Lady was even teased, and I'm not willing to change Evelye's name...but for the sake of sparing confusion, I'll call her Evie most of the time.

(I'm also going to start posting some of the blurbs I've written about Evie and Luchino later.)

Warnings for canon-typical violence, cannibalism, and one mention of sex.

Evelyne Bailey, The Butcher

Age: 29 Nationality: American Likes: cicadas, needlework Dislikes: winter, mystery meat, teeth Talents: cooking, cleaning, trapping wild game Favorite Dish: Fried Okra

Test Indicators:

Selective Food Intolerance

Delusional Paranoia

emotionally starved

She is from America in Appalachia, and her backstory is loosely inspired by the Beast in the Cave.

Evelyne was an only child and her folks ran a little ranch/butchery kitchen in a small mountain town. They were sweet, generous people… Then somewhere in her youth, they made "friends" with strangers who lived further into the mountain range, and in time began killing travelers who passed through town, even going so far as to butcher, and eat them. Evelyne was young enough to not fully grasp what they were doing, and by the time she did, she felt it was too late for her to stop going along with it. Her parents grew to be dark and twisted people, and she took up running the store front due to how horrifying they'd become in appearance and behavior. As she grew older, she helped lure male travelers home for this process.

External Traits

TIDY UP

The Butcher knows how to clean up a mess. The trail left by the Butcher disappears 1.5 seconds faster. After taking damage, she leaves no trail at all for 3 seconds.

BREAD CRUMBS?

The Butcher has a bag of Remains and can use them to mislead a hunter by creating a fake trail for them to follow. At the start of a match she has enough Remains to leave a trail up to 30 meters long. This trail can persist up to 30 seconds and only one trail can exist at a time. Additionally, a new trail will activate the Hunter's tinnitus for the first five seconds after being placed. This ability can be recharged by healing teammates. Each time The Butcher heals one instance of damage, she recovers enough Remains for 10 meters of trail.

STERILIZED

Survivors healed by the Butcher have been thoroughly cleaned and leave no trail for 10 seconds.

HEMOPHOBIA

The sight of a bleeding human makes the Butcher uneasy. She heals allies 10% slower.

PERSONALITY/GENERAL HCS

Evie’s experience running a store front has made her a decent actress. She has above-average persuasion skills and can maintain a friendly facade during small talk. She flounders with deeper conversation, however, and has a tendency to shut down when asked about her pre-Europe past.

Evie’s living situation for the last few years back in Appalachia has made her paranoid of people. She believes that, since her own parents turned on her, everyone else is capable of it as well. Additionally, she’s afraid that people will try to slip her human meat for consumption without her knowledge. Evie is functionally a pescatarian; she will not eat non-fish meat that she did not hunt, butcher, and prepare herself from start to finish. (Beyond this, however, she is not a picky eater.)

Evie refuses to talk about her years in Appalachia. She’s convinced that if people knew what she did, everyone would turn on her and the manor would become her eternal hell. On some level, she thinks she’s a monster deserving of that fate. But her fear is too strong for her to test the waters.

Her paranoia has also made her very aware of physical body language. She’s only average at analyzing people’s words, but she was so used to watching her parents for signs they may attack her again, that she’s excellent at spotting tension, fear, and anger in others. She has also memorized the sounds of every hunter’s and survivor’s footsteps to identify them at a distance. Anyone familiar with paranoid behaviour will notice that she has a tendency to periodically slow down or pause completely during any noise-making activity and listen. When footsteps can be heard, she stops to identify who it is, and only resumes working when she’s determined it’s someone she trusts, or when they’ve passed.

Evie also suffers from nightmares and sudden bouts of extreme nausea.

While friendly at face-value, Evie is paranoid and distrusting of people. At the end of the day, she puts her own security and safety above anyone else's. She avoids standing within arms reach of people, and jerks away if someone leans close, as a reflex to avoid being bitten.

Her pain tolerance is a bit higher than average. Which is fortunate, because she's slightly resistance to pain-relieving medications. She's also somewhat resistant to anesthetics.

She's most comfortable with the Arms Factory and Dark Woods maps, as the taller trees and dense forests remind her a bit of home. She occasionally goes out to trap fresh meat from these maps when they're not in use--this has led to some tension with the Gamekeeper....

Evelyn's relationship with Luchino is a bit complicated. In the beginning she's nervous about him. He's polite and kind enough, but he has a quiet masculinity and bodily enhancements that make him a physical threat to her. But he's private and respectful, and Evie is emotionally and physically starved, so the door is first cracked open through casual sex. Over time, the things that first made her scared of him begin to make her feel safer around him. He's observant, and has good intuition, so he's good at anticipating and curbing Evie's paranoia bouts before they get too bad. The situation with Evil Reptilian further complicates things, as it gives Evie a window into the part of Luchino most like her parents. But at the end of the day, he might just be the bridge she needs to accept her own past and what it means for her own identity.

A Snippet of Evelyne's First Match

Evelyne could not hide from this “game” under the covers of her bed, it seemed. Though she had tried very hard to clutch her sheets, had squeezed her eyes shut until they ached, when she opened them again she was standing in an unfamiliar, forgotten church. The scene was dilapidated, dark, and dreary. If there was a sun, it was hidden behind an endless expanse of murky clouds. It was quiet, save the ominous caw of ravens outside.

Though it had taken Evelyne nearly too long to figure out what she was meant to do with a messenger bag filled with remains–bloody rags and scraps of cloth, tiny chunks of cartilage, bone, fresh offal–it was certainly coming in handy for the twists and turns of ruins. They worked well as gruesome “bread crumbs,” spiraling and coiling in confusing patterns around the crumbling ruins of the ominous church to mislead this Hunter into chasing a false injured prey. She had not so much as seen the face of the Hunter yet, but knew he or she was on-and-off her trail by the strange hammering of her heart. Sometimes she seemed to lose them entirely, thanks to those trails, but they were growing closer. Smarter, perhaps, or used to her tricks.

Another gong-like sound echoed in the distance. That was the second ‘cipher,’ she believed, which left three more to go. That seemed like too long.

Evelyne paused next to a set of lockers to catch her breath. The crackly voices of her ‘teammates’ sounded off in her earpiece with their decoding progress. For a moment, her fear seemed to ebb and Evelyne thought she might finally be in the clear.

A wave of fog suddenly surged over a wall and towards her, and before she could even wonder where it had come from, the Seer’s owl dropped down from the sky in front of her. It cut through the fog with wings like blades, and then surged off again with a screech, leaving Evelyne frozen and confused. All at once, she was hit with the feeling that she was in greater danger, that her enemy had just gotten stronger somehow, and that she was being watched.

A chill ran up her spine just before the wall across from her came crashing down.

Evelyne briefly took in a gangly man with a top had and a hand of long razors climbing over the rubble–giggling–before she took off in a sprint through the maze. Another rush of fog surged after her, and her feet kicked up dirt and dust with her skidding attempts to dodge. When it flew past, she swore it felt like someone had grazed her with a knife. As she doubled-back around a sharp bend, she heard a sickeningly sweet voice calling from beyond the walls.

“How tasteless of you,” the unsettling man said with raised volume. “Leaving me only stale, rotting scraps about when your fresh meat is so close at hand!” She felt eyes on her back again, but couldn't place from where. Another gong, but this time the sound covered the one of another crumbling wall.

It collapsed on top of her, and Evelyne dropped under the crushing weight with a cry of pain. Some of the rubble had cracked against her skull and now the dreary world was spinning and pulsing. The gangly, too-tall, top-hatted man stands over her, wiggling his knife fingers like he’s waving hello. The blades were almost as long as her arms; he had to stand at least 7 feet.

“Finally I get to meet you face to face,” he says. “You can call me Jack, my lady.” Jack the Ripper, she briefly recalled of the Seer’s lessons. A real, bonafide serial killer. If she had the energy, she would have spit in his face.

Jack bent down and plucked Evelyne from the rubble with one hand, lifting her like a weightless ragdoll and holding her in his arms. Though dazed, sore, and confused, she had sense enough to struggle in his hold. She squirmed and kicked all the way to the “chair” he would be placing her on, until she suddenly remembered the bag slung across her torso. As a last-ditch effort, Evelyne swung the half-filled thing into Jack’s face, splattering him with the gore he claimed to love so much. He yowled and dropped her.

The fall knocked the wind out of her, but Evelyne scrambled to her feet and ran as fast as she could.

[blues824]

Happy Holidays! Could I have Housewardens + Jamil with a female s/o who cooks/bakes food for the holidays for them and their dorms? Thank you!

I'm so sorry that this took so long, Anon! I hope you had your fair share of happy holidays in the past few weeks!

Riddle Rosehearts

What you made: Strawberry tart with chocolate message over the top

It was a no-brainer that Riddle favored strawberry tarts over all other desserts, so you decided to add something that would definitely appeal to his sweet tooth. You had chosen to write a message upon the tart in chocolate.

The following day, you went to Heartslabyul and presented a neatly wrapped box to your boyfriend. The Housewarden had to admit that he wasn’t expecting a gift from you, but he was excited nonetheless. He carefully unwrapped the box to see a neatly packaged tart with a message in chocolate, saying Happy Holidays!

He then led you over to the table that he was previously sitting at and asked you to stay and share the dessert with him. It was silly to think one would eat a tart on their lonesome when they had such great company. He waited until you sat down to push your chair in. He cut the tart into two pieces, and you both had a wonderful time hanging out with each other.

Leona Kingscholar

What you made: Medium-rare 8 oz. steaks with mashed potatoes and collard greens

You knew how much Leona loved meat, but you also knew that he hated vegetables. So you invited him over for a low-key date. He was down, mainly because you agreed that you would cuddle with him under the stars as you both enjoyed a picnic with each other.

When Leona showed up in his pj’s along with a few blankets, he had to admit that you looked gorgeous, even though you were just wearing plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt. When you both sat down, he didn’t like how far away you were from him so he pulled you closer. Your knees were touching, and he got his serving (he even picked up some greens).

For the next few hours, you both just talked about whatever came to mind. Leona told you about how there was a legend in his homeland that said the stars were the great kings that passed years ago. He expected you to laugh, but you had fallen asleep. He took this time to admire you and how sweet you were for making sure he had a good meal.

Azul Ashengrotto

What you made: Fried chicken with green beans, sweet potatoes, and fried okra

Azul had invited you over to the Mostro Lounge for a private date in his office. He hadn’t been able to hang out with you all week and he missed you, so you thought it would be extra special to make him his favorite food. However, since you knew that Azul was worried about gaining weight, you paired the chicken with some healthier sides.

When the cecaelia sees you in the doorframe, he is so relieved. He walks over and presses a kiss on your cheek while he takes the food from your hands and places it on his desk. When he opens it, he is immediately hit with the wonderful smells.

He was trained to be a gentleman, so he had you sit down across from him at his desk and he even pushed in your chair for you. As you both served yourselves, you indulged in great conversations. Azul deems the fried chicken as the best he’s ever had. Maybe it’s because his girlfriend made it for him and therefore was made with your love. He’s been told that it makes food taste better.

Kalim Al-Asim

What you made: Mango mochi with coconut milk.

You were aware of Kalim’s taste for coconut, so you decided to make him a dessert that had elements of coconut in it. It ended up being a Japanese-tropical theme dessert in the end, but you were absolutely certain that your boyfriend was going to love it.

The excitement on his face as he opened Scarabia’s door to find you with a container of food. He trusted you with his life, and that meant you were able to make him some food without him feeling like he was in danger of being poisoned. He led you to the lounge where he helped you to the ground. He sat next to you and opened the container.

He had to admit that this was one of the best desserts he has ever had. The mango and coconut paired nicely with each other. You held up a mochi to his mouth and he ate it out of your hand. Before you had the chance to bring your hand back down, he quickly swallowed the mochi and pressed a kiss to the palm and gave you a beaming smile.

Jamil Viper

What you made: Thai chicken coconut curry 

You both decided that since Jamil wouldn’t be able to have time to hang out with you by yourselves, it was best for you to join him in making dinner for his dorm. Curry was chosen to be the main course, and so you rolled up your sleeves and started making it.

You both had fun cooking with each other. It was one of your favorite pastimes, and it made Jamil’s chore seem more tolerable. You were a great team, and you operated as though you could read each other’s minds. It was truly a magnificent sight.

As you were finishing setting up the table, Jamil quietly walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips while burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath tickled you, but you leaned back into his arms. He whispered a small thank you, and you just stood there for a bit until it was time to serve dinner.

Vil Schoenheit 

What you make: A strawberry-banana smoothie with rutabaga vegetable shakshuka

Vil likes to eat healthy, so you decided that you should make him breakfast so he doesn’t always have to drink the smoothies he makes every single morning. You texted him the night before and told him that you were making him food for him in the morning so that he wouldn’t make anything.

He admitted to himself that he was very excited to see what you would make. He was certain you knew his food preferences, and he knew about your talents in the culinary arts. He is placing a lot of trust in you since breakfast is the most important meal of his day. You gently woke him up, and it was a waking up he welcomed happily.

He thought the food was heavenly, it was a nice change of pace rather than having another smoothie by itself. He was happy to hear that all the ingredients were clean and healthy, and he considers taking you up on your offer about giving him some recipes he could try. Before you left, he made sure to place a gentle kiss on your temple before walking you to the door.

Idia Shroud

What you make: Chocolate Peppermint Cookies

Your lovely boyfriend had a sweet tooth himself, so you thought that you would treat him to some cookies. Since the holidays were nearing, you thought it was fitting to incorporate some candy canes into the treat. That’s how you came up with the idea.

The next afternoon, when classes were out of session, you brought the container of cookies over to Ignihyde. Idia opened the door and kind of pulled you inside. At this point, he had gotten very comfortable around you and was slowly growing accustomed to physical touch. He looked at the cookies and he was touched that you would go out of your way to do something like this for him.

You reached in, grabbed a cookie, and brought it to Idia’s mouth. The ends of his hair went bright pink as he leaned forward and took a bite out of the baked good. He treasured soft moments like these more than you would ever know.

Malleus Draconia

What you made: Peppermint bark ice cream

Over the course of your relationship Malleus has given you so much, such as the heart of his dragon hoard. You decided that since they didn’t have the best chef in Diasomnia, you would repay a small ounce of his generosity by making him his favorite frozen treat.

The dragon fae was super excited when he saw you at the front door of his dorm, and you seemed to have a basket in your hand. After gently taking it from you when you entered, he set it on the table before going to wrap you in a hug. You then took his hand and led him to the basket, and took out the preserved container of ice cream.

The expression on his face made you think of a golden retriever getting a treat. As he dives in (don’t worry, you get a serving as well), you explain the intention behind it. He stops eating and tells you with a straight face that he gave you the emerald because he saw you as his mate and that it was basic dragon culture to give their lover the heart of their hoard. You blushed so freaking hard.

[swordsandholly]

as a southern gal all i can think of is introducing the men to southern cooking and snacks like boiled peanuts, cracklins, fried okra, and all the other goodies and having them drooling (totally not projecting my cravings onto them rn)

As a fellow southerner 100000% agree. All I want is to make them a low country boil. They’re big boys, they’d eat you out of house and home.

I like to imagine how they’d react to a South Carolina hot dog (chili, mustard and coleslaw) bc I’m self indulgent.

Soap will try anything once. He’d like them, I think. I don’t picture him having particularly sophisticated tastebuds. The man’s a garbage disposal.

I think Ghost would haaaate the texture. He’s anti-coleslaw in my opinion (grounds for divorce frankly but to each their own) and the combination of all three is just too much for him. (Bonus points if it’s a NC red hotdog)

Gaz would be insulted that the hot dog chili is at all considered chili. He’d try it once to humor you but you’re never getting him near one again.

Price would consider it an affront to nature. An absolute sin. The man would refuse it outright until you refuse to make him cornbread ever again. He’d give in just to get you off his case.

[shift-shaping]

a list of ingredients

enaste awakens to a gentle morning among her clan.

rating: t

pairing: solavellan

warnings: food

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Warm morning light fell in through the curtain covering the entryway to Enaste's side of the aravel, waking her slowly but surely. Outside she heard halla hooves stepping carefully over stone, crunching leaves and gravel underfoot as their tender led them out to graze. The smell of a cooking fire tickled her nose. A toddler shrieked with joy before being hushed. The furs beneath her were so soft, the mattress stiff but yielding, her pillow cool against her face. She curled into herself, tucking her feet under the woven blanket she'd received as a gift long ago.

It was almost as though nothing had changed. She could close her eyes and pretend the last couple months were only a dream. Soon she'd rise and join her uncle and his apprentices for breakfast, have a drink of hot, bitter coffee smoothed with halla milk. She imagined the duties she would have to attend that day: checking in with elders about their supplies, studying with her Keeper, teaching the youngest children how to read and write and count and share. Healers would seek her guidance on matters of fertility and childbirth. She would meditate among the tall yellow grass and learn how to use her magic to best serve her clan.

She would have meals of shellfish and wild herbs and mushrooms and game. Harea would make jokes that made her cringe and she'd tie flies as she listened to the hunters talk about their latest catches. They'd speculate about where they'd go next --to the cool, rocky southern cliffs? Or the savannas to the north? One of the hunters said he'd seen black-and-white striped horses there once, and Harea told him he was full of shit.

"Da'len!" Her uncle's voice just outside the aravel stirred her from her dozing. She mumbled a sleepy good morning in reply. "You should get up, there's hearth cakes and coffee."

"Mmmm coffee..." She smiled, eyes still closed.

"And someone--"

"Noodle!" Her eyes snapped open. She barely had an instant to recognize her brother’s voice before he burst into the aravel and landed on top of her. She squirmed, not prepared for him to throw all of his weight on her, but he was too excited to pull back. He hugged her tightly, burying his face in her hair. "I missed you so much! I can't believe you're here!"

She tried to hug him back, but he had her awkwardly pinned. "I missed you too, Hallin, but I--"

He pulled back just enough for her to see him. He was a bit more tan than he was the last time she'd seen him, and his thick black braid looked even longer. Otherwise he was the same as always: a slightly taller, slightly younger, green-eyed mirror of herself. "How could you leave us, Esa?"

She grinned despite her awkward positioning. "That's exactly what Harea said."

"Let her up, boy!" Roshan said as he joined them in the small space. "You're going to crush her and the shems have made her flat enough already."

"Hey," Enaste said, offended. Hallin scooted off her, giving her room to sit up. "I'm not that skinny."

Roshan rolled his eyes and jabbed his finger towards her. "This is what shemlin cooking gets you. You need real food."

She frowned. "I'm stuck in the middle of the mountains, there's not exactly a bustling seafood market."

"It's not just seafood, da'len!" He replied, genuinely exasperated. Hallin smirked. "They can't even make a good roux. Even the way they prepare game is so --boring! You need grease, you need spices, you need--"

"More onion," Hallin finished, and Roshan gestured to him in agreement.

"We have onions at Skyhold," Enaste yawned.

"Not properly prepared," Roshan said gravely.

Hallin shifted to sit more comfortably, and Enaste rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. "What about okra?"

Enaste squinted, then shook her head. "I don't think I've had okra there." Roshan made a sound like he'd been wounded, and Hallin grinned.

"Choko?" Hallin asked.

"Oh, definitely not," Enaste responded, pretending not to notice her uncle's display. Roshan made another wounded sound and stumbled exaggeratedly into the aravel wall.

"But you must have calas."

"Not really, but there are doughnuts." Roshan groaned in pain.

"Surely someone can at least make a gravy!"

Enaste smirked. "Not like our gravy." 

Roshan dramatically collapsed to his knees, one arm braced against the frame of the entry. "How can they treat you so cruelly... My one and only niece, being starved by shems..."

Hallin smiled at her. "At least you can eat well while you're here."

Roshan looked up at her, brows raised, suddenly breaking character. "Actually, speaking of: I spoke to your spy person. Clown?"

"Jester." Enaste took the tie from her hair that she'd used to hold it up while she slept and began untangling the dark locks with her fingers.

"Jester! I told them that you need real food, and I gave them a list of ingredients to tell your people to find for you. Then of course you'll need a good cook, a Dalish cook, but that I'll have to work on." He stood with a wince. "Maybe one of my apprentices, if they can prove worthy..."

"You're so hard on them, uncle," Hallin said. Enaste gestured to her comb, hanging on the aravel wall just over his shoulder, and he passed it to her. "They're going to mutiny one day."

Roshan scoffed. "Not if they know what's good for them." He scrunched up his face and stretched his back. "Which is me, by the way."

Enaste grimaced as she worked through a knot in her hair, then flopped her head down to tie it all up again. "How was your hunt?" She asked.

Hallin hummed, leaning back against the wall. "Mostly uneventful. Spent far too long trying to catch a big fat boar Doshiel said he saw."

She looked up at him, eyes wide. "That would have been so good though." Her mouth watered at the thought.

"I know, but honestly?" He shook his head. His voice flattened. "Dosh is full of it. He needs to lay off the hari, it's making him see things."

Enaste smirked as she finished tying up her hair and grabbed an old mirror from behind her bed. "So there was no boar." She pulled a few pieces of black-and-grey hair free to frame her face.

"No," Hallin snorted. "We saw like two tracks that were maybe from a boar, but nothing else. Couldn't even tell how old they were, and certainly no scat."

Enaste tore some mint hanging from the ceiling and worked it through her teeth. "So what did you get?" She mumbled.

"The shems have ruined your manners, too," Roshan griped. Hallin tore another piece of mint off and threw it at him, making him flinch. "Hey! Don't waste herbs!"

Hallin grinned at Enaste. "I found some mint. So we have plenty."

"You still shouldn't waste it," Enaste chided, but she was smiling, too. "Actually, though, what did you get?"

"Fish, mostly. Some smaller game." He startled suddenly. "Oh!"

"What?"

"No, wait." He slowed himself down, putting his hands out in front of him. "Finish getting ready and come outside, you'll love it."

"What is it?" She pressed.

Roshan looked confused, frowning at Hallin. "The lo--?"

"Don't spoil it!" Hallin cried, and Roshan laughed.

"That's right. Just know you'll be eating well tonight, da'len."

Enaste had a guess, but she didn't mind being patient if it meant she'd get to eat her uncle's cooking later. Besides, breakfast smelled amazing enough. Her uncle and brother left so she could finish getting ready, and for the first time in months she put on the robes she'd worn as First.

She tried to, anyway. The order of the layers, the tying of the knots, everything came back to her as soon as she began dressing. It should have fit her like a second skin; her fingers knew exactly how to tie and fold so that it was a perfect fit for her body. The muscle memory was there, and most of the muscles were too. 

It was everything else that had melted away.

Feeling how loose her old clothes fit finally, tangibly confirmed for her what her family had been teasing her about: she had lost a lot of her shape over the last couple months. Her body was harder now, just muscle and bones and skin. She picked up the mirror she'd used to fix her hair and held it up to her face. There were so many more mirrors in Skyhold than there were in her clan, so she saw her face often, and the woman looking back at her was perfectly familiar.

But looking closer, in this mirror, with its copper-colored stains and ancient smudges, made her wonder. She pushed at the soft flesh of her cheeks. Had there always been so little there? Had her jawline always been so sharp? Her chin this narrow? Her eyes so gaunt?

Had she always looked so much... Older? She ran her hand back over her hair. It had been streaked with grey since she was a teenager. Perhaps I have.

She heard the voices of children outside, the playful laughs and shouts and childish threats. Their minder tried to calm them down for breakfast. Roshan loudly but jokingly played the big scary Dread Wolf to keep them out of the cooking area.

She folded her leggings over on her hips so they wouldn't fall down and tightened the knots on her robes. Maybe bringing one of her uncle's apprentices to cook her real food at Skyhold wasn't such a bad idea. Just the thought of eating his cooking all day made her lightheaded with excitement. Or maybe that was just the malnutrition.

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milkweed is edible? i always heard it was a no-no

Common Milkweed, asclepias syriaca, does contain a small amount of toxins in its milky sap that can be cooked off. A lot of sources tell you to boil it in water three times, but that’s just unnecessary. Just blanching them, or processing them by fermenting or pickling, is enough.

My favorite thing about Common Milkweed is that it’s edible at every single stage of growth. The shoots can be eaten like asparagus, the unopened buds can be used like broccoli or capers, the flowers smell AMAZING and can be used for syrups or jellies, the immature pods can be used like okra, and the silk of mature pods can be used as a mozzarella-like cheese substitute.

HOWEVER… each person is different. When eating anything new, wild or otherwise, it’s best to start with a very small amount and see how you react. Some people report stomach upset with milkweed, but I have never had an issue.

Basically as long as you don’t eat them raw or eat 3 pounds in one sitting, you will most likely be fine.

[delopsia]

so we’ve all agreed that Miles is a beautiful shy boy who just wants be to taken care of. I’ve always imagined a world where he gets “rescued” (aka a wonderful person helps him see his worth and he runs away from the bad people back to the lovely little house his love owns) and because the world’s best house husband. he’s happy to cook and clean (big acts of service guy) and his love is thrilled that Miles is in therapy and trying things that interest him (he’s a phenomenal gardener and he loves to volunteer at the local library during storytime. because kids aren’t for him but he’s amazing at doing different voices and making all the little ones giggle.) instead of slowly withering away at that nasty hotel. I don’t really know what my question is here…. actually. Miles surprising his love with a nice home cooked meal for Valentine’s Day but he’s only wearing a frilly little apron and a plug with a heart on the end. that was he can eat them out, get fucked, and still have dinner be warm.

I've never wanted to rescue a character from a plot so much in my life. He's just a little guy! :( He didn't deserve all of that.

Miles would make such a wonderful little house husband 💕 cleaning, in general, is one of those things he's learned to master back at the El Royale, starting as one of the many housekeepers right before they started losing more employees than they hired.

Suddenly he was being pulled into the kitchen to help out, then he was put up at the front desk when the last clerk quit, and all of a sudden, he was the only employee there. He's a jack of all trades when it comes to the house, and it's so much easier than working at the hotel. Dinner? Cleaning the shower? Making the bed? He's got it, don't you worry about it.

But, omg, the gardening! He's got a little bit of everything going on out there, strawberries, lettuce, carrots (those aren't going particularly well, but he's..trying), okra, pumpkins. There are some marigolds, sunflowers, and other flowers scattered in there, too.

It's all surrounded by an adorable white picket fence that he installed because the neighbor's kid kept plucking his daffodils. He didn't wanna get the little guy in trouble, but God, he hates when folks mess with his flowers. Indoors, he's got a little corner dedicated to the plants he's rescued from folks who couldn't take care of them.

The way that Miles is so torn between wearing that little Valentine's apron, getting fucked, and cooking that he winds up trying to do all three at once 😌to be fair, he was clothed when the food went in the oven, but it was just taking so long. How could he not get up to a little trouble during that downtime?

You just so happened to walk in the door when he was tying the apron around his waist and got so nervous that he had to be coaxed out from hiding behind the kitchen island. Hands clasped behind his back, trying to hide that tiny little glittering heart on the end of his plug. He's not entirely certain why he's so nervous because none of this is new, but it still takes him some time to draw his heated face out of his palms.

Of course, the counter is right there. It would be a shame if you didn't bend him over the side of it and fuck him on your strap; gotta keep an eye on the timer, right? Those cute little knees of his keep knocking into the cupboard doors, chest flat against the cool countertop, struggling to peek at you from over his shoulder.

That initial shyness melts from him like ice cream in the summer sun, leaning back into the thrust of your hips, so vocal that you worry the neighbors across the street may hear him. He's barely quit shaking from his orgasm when he falls to his knees, a little too insistent that you take this dumb strap off so that he can eat you proper. Winds up between your thighs while you sit in the kitchen chair, stroking his hair.

Dinner is slightly burnt because that damn timer went off right as you started getting close, and Miles was too stubborn to let either of you move 🎀 he makes up for it pretty quickly, though, luring you into the shower with a little grin on his face.

It takes him until nightfall to realize that you got him a new plant for Valentine's Day, a little rescued orchid who hasn't shown her colors yet, still recovering from grocery store neglect. The plants who need a little love and care are Miles's favorite 🌷 they're just like him

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[megangovier]

Staying at your boyfriend's dad's house

Pairing: Boyfriend's dad! Sweet tooth x fem! reader

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No mentions of y/n

Summary: You've been dating sweet tooth's son for the last two years and everything was amazing, sweet tooth treated you like one of his own. He protected and adored you, welcomed you into the family. But as time went by sweet tooth made a pass at you while your boyfriend was at work, feeling angry about this, you head out to calm down.

Warning: 18+ only | Severe smut | dirty talking | P in V | thigh Slapping | Taking risks | Cheating | alcohol | voice kink | flirting | hand kink | Pet names | male! masturbation | female! masturbation | | pussy eating | mdni

(please don't do this if you're with a good person)

2 years ago...

Dating sweet tooth's son was one of the best things that has happened to you, he was funny, kind and wholesome. Treated you like a princess and always made time for you when he was at home. You would bake together and go on the cutest dates; he would make you coffee every morning and cook you breakfast which never failed to make your heart melt every time. He had the prettiest eyes like his father, dreamy and chocolatey. It was your two-year anniversary and you wanted to surprise your boyfriend, so you decided to buy him a suit and reserve a table for 20:00 that night and a few other things. He was away that day because of work and afterwards he would pop down to a few shops to buy you a few things that meant a lot to him. And thought to himself hopefully you would feel the same way.

It was 17:00 and he had zoomed back home, made sure you were somewhere in the house away from the stairs so he could quickly run up hide the gifts to give you later, after you've come back from the restaurant. Went into the shower and put a handsome looking suit on for tonight. He was so excited heart pounding and hands sweating after two amazing years with you he still gets anxious and shy around you especially when you're looking gorgeous no matter what you wear. You've just entered the shower at 17:30 and an hour later you walk out, drying yourself and putting on a black dress with a beautiful cardigan and black sparkling high heels. Spraying some perfume behind your ears, neck and wrist you turn to look into your boyfriend's eyes "You look so handsome tonight honey" you said. A grin fell on to his face "says you gorgeous, you're stunning in that black dress of yours's definitely can't wait till we get home later". Face flushed you kiss his cheek and both of you headed down the stairs, out the door locked up and got into the car.

Once you got there and parked up arm in arm both of you walked into the fancy restaurant, the host says "Evening to you both, I hope you have a wonderful time here tonight, both of you look stunning, please follow me this way, you'll be sat by the window with the candles" your boyfriend lets go of your arm and pulls your chair out for you, thanking him you push yourself in and pick up a drinks menu looking through you looked over at him "what drink do you fancy honey" looking at you a smile fell onto his lips "how about Luigi Bosca Malbec?" a smile looked back at him, "sounds nice, let's try it" a waiter comes and orders your drinks, giving you the dinner menu you both look through reading down the list something catches your eye it reads: Okra stew with prawns and lobster tails, mouthwatering you look at him "what takes your fancy darling" looking down he read the same lobster dish a smirk fell on your face "simple minds think alike, I would love that" the waiter comes back and writes down your order walking off with the menus.

Drinking the beautiful tasting wine, you look at your boyfriend always thinking to yourself how you got so lucky being with a guy not just handsome but wholesome and kind. Grabbing your hand, he kissed it making your face flush. He was such a supportive and loving guy inside and out. As the food came you both thanked the waiter and tucked into the food it tasted amazing, the different flavors of the dish and it went well with the red wine too. After finishing you both ordered dessert which was Dark chocolate cylinder with smoked hazelnut praline and salted milk ice cream. The sound of that made your mouth water both of you loved dark chocolate and praline. Eating away your mind was somewhere else.

After everything was paid for, both of you thanked the host for a wonderful night, walked arm in arm and headed back to the car. Sitting in the passenger's seat your boyfriend slid is hand over to you grabbing your thigh, making your heart melt. A smirk fell onto your face looking at him innocently "that dress of yours would look good on our bedroom floor when we get home honey" he smirked. Once the car stopped on the driveway, he rushed out the door, opened yours grabbed your hand locked up and opened the front door closing it quickly and pining you to the wall.

6 months later..

You're currently sleeping at your boyfriend's dad's house, which sweet tooth didn't mind. As your shared apartment has been severely damaged and flooded due to exploded pipes causing you both to run out and lock up so no one else goes in until the professionals come and fix what they can see. You're sat on the couch next to your boyfriend hand in hand watching Tv, Sweet tooth comes in with three cups of coffee, sitting in the opposite chair looking at you both with concern "we'll get this sorted, don't worry! most of the stuff will be replaced and the house will surely be fixed in no time, but you can stay here as long as you need" tears started to run down your face "oh honey, it's okay" your boyfriend said running his hand over your back calming you. Looking at his dad "thank you sir- I appreciate the support for us both" Sweet tooth got up, putting his cup down and hugged you.

Morning came and you had just taken a shower, walking down the stairs in your comfies you made some coffee and breakfast for your exhausted boyfriend, as you cooked away you didn't realize sweet tooth was in the kitchen eyes burning at the back of your head, you turned around and quickly looked up and turned back to the waffles. Sweet tooth was wearing nothing but grey joggers. Walking up behind you, he grabbed a cup feeling something hard making your body tense up. You couldn't believe this was happening you were with his son, not him but your heart was pounding and something started to pool between your legs, his scent was intoxicating, and butterflies started to swim in your stomach.

Later that day, you were upstairs starting a new book. As you hit page 50 Sweet tooth came in and closed the door behind him, your boyfriend was currently working until 21:00 and it's currently 15:30 putting the book down onto the drawer next to the bed, looking at him he sat on the bed. A silence filled the air "sorry for this morning darling, I know you're with my son and he loves you so much and he couldn't have anyone better because he already has you" taking your hands in his realizing how big they're and how nice they look "eyes up here sweetheart" a chuckle leaves his throat. Your eyes kept falling onto his strong hands when he's trying to talk to you "bunny, do I have to do something for you to listen to me?" eyes dilated as you looked at his brown ones. The longer he spent time in the room, the more the air grew thick with sexual tension.

You really didn't want to hurt your boyfriend; he's given you everything the world could offer, support, love and protection. You loved him unconditionally and wholeheartedly, you couldn't do this "I'm sorry, but I can't do this to him, he means a lot to me if I ever lost him, it'll be like losing a best friend and I can't' do this" sadness fell onto his face and anger was brewing inside you, you couldn't believe he made a pass on you. As he left the room, your jaw clenching and hands balling you had to get out the house, so you walked out the room, headed downstairs and out the door.

you couldn't believe this was happening..

A few minutes later you head back, walking upstairs heading towards your shared room, sultry noises could be heard throughout the walls, opening the door slightly you looked through the slit of it. Eyes wide you couldn't believe what you were seeing sweet tooth was in those grey joggers you always liked, hand down his kelvin Kleins, the sounds he was making made you feel conflicted. Something was aching between your legs, and you hated it. But you couldn't take your eyes off the scene in front of you, your pussy clenched when he mentioned your name, the way he said it made you bite your lip. Sliding your hand down your panties your boyfriend brought you a few weeks ago to spice things up on them read "daddy's little slut" which was quite fitting.

As you were about to come, a strong hand grabbed your wrist ruining it. Opening your eyes, face white you've just been caught by sweet tooth himself "spying now huh, is this really what has come to?" a boat motion in your stomach appeared, you felt sick at what you've just did but you couldn't help but feel something else. "Got nothing to say, how disappointing but I'll make you talk" eyes wide you went to move but he grabbed you and pulled you into the room pinning your body against the door "trying to escape really, you spied on me while I was doing what was built up for a long time and thinking you can get away with it"? struggling against him you couldn't help but gasp as you felt something hard on your thigh. Looking down, red faced he chuckled darkly "oh baby, you know what you want, I can even finish off what you started" As you stopped struggling against him a sigh of relief left his lips "atta girl, now lie on that bed, hands on the head bars and enjoy what is about to happen"

Doing as what you were told, he had grabbed your thighs with his strong hands and forced you onto his mouth "still very sensitive aren't you honey" as you were about to close your legs, he slapped your thigh "please keep them open, unless I have to keep them open with rope pulling them back".

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