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dunmeshistash · 7 months ago

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Dungeon Meshi - "Dungeon Meals" from volumes 5 to 8

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These are from chapter 29 to 56 (Volumes 5 to 8)

1 to 4

There were a total of 24 'Meals' this time in 28 chapters, for more info on the counting check the first post

Here's the meals of each chapter and who made them.

Chapter 29 - Red Dragon VII Meal: Boneless Dragon Ham Cooked by: Senshi

Chapter 30 - Good Medicine Meal: Orcish Decoction Cooked by: Leed

Chapter 31 - Dryad Meal: Jack-O-Lantern Potage & Sauteed Dryad Buds with Cheese Cooked by: Senshi

Chapter 33 - Sea Serpent, part 2 Meal: Portable Meal Set For Adventurers Cooked by: ? (ready made rations)

Chapter 34 - Cockatrice Meal: Eisbein-Style Cockatrice & Dyad Bud Sauerkraut With a Side of Grilled Anti-Petrify Herb Cooked by: Senshi

Chapter 35 - Cleaners Meal 1: Cockatrice & Egg Ankake Cooked by: Senshi Meal 2: Stone Dish Cooked by: Senshi

Chapter 36 - Dried with Sweet Sake (Mirinboshi) Meal: Eastern Style Cuisine Cooked by: Maizuru, Senshi and Chilchuck (Benichidori, Hien and Tade helped with prepping)

Chapter 38 - Chimera Meal: Omelette Made With a Harpy Egg Cooked by: Laios with Senshi's help

Chapter 40 - Shapeshifter 2 Meal: Memories of the 5th Floor Pilaf, Sweet Dyad and Whole 5th Floor Piccata Cooked by: Shapeshifters, Senshi, Marcille and Chilchuck

Chapter 41 - Hag Meal: Risotto Made From Mushrooms Collected at the Graveyard & Cheese from the Orcs Cooked by: Senshi

Chapter 42 - Nightmare Meal: Nightmare Steamed in Alcohol Cooked by: Senshi

Chapter 43- Ice Golem Meal: Ice Golem Chawan-Mushi & Cooked Fish that was Inside the Ice Golem Cooked by: Senshi

Chapter 44 - Barometz Meal: Barometz Balut (Alternative Name: Barometz Chops) Cooked by: Senshi

Chapter 45 - Egg Meal: Souful Eggs Benedict Cooked by: Senshi

Chapter 46 - The Golden Country Meal: Vegetables in Jellied Slime, Rack of Beef Ribs, Bladefish Loaf, Potato and Rabbit Soup Cooked by: Golden Country Citizens

Chapter 47 - Griffin Meal: The Breakfast Senshi Made (Pancakes, Sausage, Pumpkin Soup, Scrambled Eggs) Cooked by: Senshi

Chapter 48 - Familiars Meal: Skyfish and Chips Cooked by: Laios

Chapter 49 - Griffin Soup Meal 1: Griffin Soup (Upper Body), Griffin Soup (Lower Body) Cooked by: Senshi Meal 2: Hippogriff Soup Cooked by: Laios

Chapter 50 - Dumplings 1 Meal: Hippogriff Dumplings Cooked by: Senshi, Laios, Marcille, Chilchuck and Izutsumi (everyone)

Chapter 51 - Dumplings 2 Meal: Changeling-Dumplings via Fairy Ring Cooked by: Senshi

Chapter 55 - On Floor One 3 Meal: Hamburger Steak with Changeling sauce Cooked by: Senshi and Marcille

Chapter 56 - Bicorn Meal: Crispy Crunchy Mushroom Sandwich Cooked by: Senshi?

The chapters that had no "meal is done" panel were:

32 - Sea Serpent Part 1

37 - Harpy

39 - Shapeshifter 1

52 - Bacon and Eggs

53 - On Floor One 1

54 - On Floor One 2

Again most of them are the multi parts. chapter 47 originally didn't have the title and stats but the panel looked just like a food is done panel so I went to check on the official release and they added it so it's here. Chapter 37 I think its so far the only non multi part chapter where no food is prepped or eaten, in chapter 52 they make and drink tea even tho there's no special panel.

Now for stats.

Senshi made/worked on 17, 18 if you count the Crispy Crunchy Mushroom Sandwich and 19 if you count the small help with the omelet, I'll count the sandwich so 18.

Chilchuck worked on 3 meals

Marcille worked on 3 meals, one of them she was making a potion but it got used in a sauce

Laios made/worked on 4 meals, 2 of them by himself! And one of them with minimal Senshi help.

Izutsumi helped with the dumplings, you go izutsumi.

Out of the 24 meals in these 4 volumes, 22 were food and 1 was medicine and 1 was a goopy brick

Out of the 22 foods Senshi worked on 17 of them (1 of his was the brick), 3 of them were Laios, 1 of them was ready made food and 1 was the golden kingdom citizens

The eastern style meal was mostly made by Maizuru but Senshi helped.

There was a few panels that were small/had dialog in them but I counted cause they had the meal title, dragon ham title appears twice but I only counted as one meal.

Once again, I'm bad with numbers if I got anything wrong feel free to correct me!

#Dungeon Meals #Dungeon Meshi #Laios Party #Laios Touden #Senshi #Senshi of Izganda #Marcille Donato #Chilchuck #Chilchuck Tims #long post #longpost

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starlightiing · 9 months ago

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F1 Tag Game! Tag some people you'd like to get to know better!

Tagged by: No one, I'm a force to be reckoned with.

Who is your favorite driver?: George Russell!

Do you have other favorite drivers?: Alex Albon, Pierre Gasly, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Charles Leclerc - I like all but 3, really.

Who is your least favorite driver?: Sighs, I don't like admitting to this, but...It's a toss up between three. I'll just name one for now - Alonso.

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?: I pull for both, really!

If you like teams, what team do you pull for?: Ferrari, Williams, Alpine, McLaren.

How long have you been into F1?: I've watched casually (VERY casually) for a few years but I haven't actually FOLLOWED the sport until the start of this season.

What got you into F1?: My fiancé rekindled my love and got me and my entire family into it right after my grandmother passed literally days before the start of the season. He really brought us a lot of light in a time where we needed it most.

Do you enjoy Fanfic/RPF?: I do. RPF is just a fantasy play world, like a dollhouse. Holds no bearing on the real world - as long as you can separate the two, you're good.

How do you view new fans?: No issue. We were all new fans once, weren't we? Some may barge in with wild takes and hell I probably still do, but overall I think they are just looking to find some friends to help them learn the sport a bit better and then will be integral parts of the fandom once they acclimate!

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?: That's such a stressful job and I am not built for stress. It would have to be like, jesus, I can't really pick. I would do no better than anyone up there doing it right now LOL but I guess it would be COOL to pull Williams up from the depths, yeah? Sorry, James.

Are your friends and family into F1 as well?: Yeah! My parents and sister (and BIL) are into it, my grandpa enjoys it, my fiancé, and then a few of my best friends really enjoy it as well!

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?: Always. That's pretty much the only reason I'm here aside from just showcasing my love.

Tagging: @13834 @chilling-seavey @camilleisback @watercolor-hearts @alex-kresnik

@placna @thatsluttylittlesoupcanwaist @alpinegasly @abovecalamity @ohblimeygeorge

@mrgasly @osh-my-prince @oscar-hourglass-piastri @kissingwalls @peachyy-tea

@theluckyalien @faithshouseofchaos @scrappyracers @williams-spare-chassis

@grnherbs @afriques @memoriesofyellow @oscarrrpiastri @georgegraphys

@allphatauri @rubywingsracing @canihavemyhoodieback @landoom

@knut-ut @garykingz @future-oscarwinner @blimeycrikeygeorge @cacklingblobbittyrabbitty

@verstappen1-fan @geochals @ablogtocheck @luna-sibuna-trying @moodymoony71

@ribenab @litany-writes @llenne-siu

@starssfall @petrifying-risotto @its-avalon-08 @spabutterfly @vaniadels

@gnatthefly @1df1fan

I tried to tag everyone I most often see in my notes/in my DMs/in my inbox and who are mutuals <3

#formula 1 #f1 #formula one #tag game #f1 tag game #ya'll dont have to do this just because i tagged you either #just fyi #only if you want to!

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landosjpg · 9 months ago

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F1 tag game

Tagged by: @petrifying-risotto

Who is your favorite driver?

Lando Norris

Do you have other favorite drivers?

On the current grid not really, I like a few others but they don’t even come close

Who is your least favorite driver?

Pierre Gasly

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?:

Mostly drivers!

If you like teams, what team do you pull for?

I like Mclaren and Williams, though

How long have you been into F1?

2009!

What got you into F1?

My dad has always been a big JB fan, and I started watching with him mid-season when he got his championship. When he retired I stopped being so invested in the sport but Lando has always reminded me of him and I started watching again back in 2019

Do you enjoy Fanfic/RPF?

Yes

How do you view new fans?

As I’d view any other fan, we’ve all been new at some point

If you could take over as team principal for any team, who would it be and why?

I guess Mclaren, because my favorite drivers have always been there idk haha

Are your friends and family into F1 as well?

My dad has always been a fan and some of my friends are as well!

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?

Definitely :)

Tags:

not tagging anyone because I never know who to tag!

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nobuchboskyw · 3 years ago

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Could you please do some yandere Enrico Pucci? (Or if you havent't read part 6, yan!Risotto?)

Have a nice day/night!

I'm a jjba anime only so I'll be doing a Risotto one. I hope you enjoy this!! Sorry it took a while to reply, had some stuff going on lol

Yandere! Risotto Nero x Gender Neutral Reader

TWS: gore, murder, stalking

Risotto had always known he was less of a saying, more of a doing person. Actions meant more than words to him, and he knew well that often he never had to say anything to get his point across. His height, menacing appearance and obvious power spoke for him.

What he wanted, he took, you included. He decided the best approach was to show you just how much he loved you. He followed you around, made note of catcallers or people who harassed you on the street, and left their razor-shredded bloody remains in a bag on your doorstep, all for you. He knew you would like to walk home safely.

Just to make absolutely sure there were no threats to you, Risotto begun following you around. This man knows no boundaries when it comes to you, and in his eyes, he’s just looking after what’s his.

His absolute favourite thing was watching you go about your daily life. Watching you wake up, get food, tolerate the crowded commute from your work/school all while keeping his distance or ordering the rest of La Squadra to tail you was his absolute favourite. Absorbing every little last detail of you with nothing to spare, having your beautiful form under the careful watch of his red and black eyes 24/7 is his idea of paradise.

Once he was tailing you in a crowd, and he watched as a shiver ran down your back and you turned to face him in absolute terror. A rush of absolute hunger and love racked his body as he fought the urge not to annihilate the entire crowd to have you all to himself.

The rest of his week was spent replaying the few delicious seconds he had of your deer-in-headlights expression.

He was upset when one day Melone ceased his rapid-fire typing on his laptop to address him.

“Risotto, there was a wanted order issued at the local police station a few hours ago.”

How this could possibly involve him Risotto didn’t know, but he answered Melone anyways. “Yes?”

Fighting back a giggle, Melone answered him. “It’s for stalking a civilian, and it’s your exact description. Over 6 foot, male and with red irises?” Risotto felt a murderous rage surge through his body. He’d done all this for you, protected and showered you in love and this was how you repaid him. As he allowed his emotions to wash over him, he debated over what to do. It wasn’t like the police could do anything anyways, Passione had them dangling on puppet strings.

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It was late at night, and you were hiding under the shelter of a shop veranda as you waited for it to stop pouring.

“Excuse me.”

You heard a deep, course voice behind you. The hairs on your neck stood up and you felt a shiver run down your spine. It suddenly struck you just how close the voice was to you.

How did they get so close? Did I not notice them coming?

You shook your fear away as you forced yourself to face the stranger, and immediately wished you didn’t. It was the exact man you’d rushed to the police station to report, after weeks of him following you. Ever since the stalking had started you hadn’t been able to sleep properly, always petrified with the fear that somewhere he was watching.

Y/n’s instincts were spot on. Risotto had been watching you sleep for the past month.

Craning your neck to look him the eyes, you said, “Yes? Did you need help with anything?” He simply shakes his head.

“What are you doing out here so late?” He asks quietly with a rough, smouldering voice.

“I was just coming home from work/school.” You answer meekly, shocked at how quiet and submissive your voice had become.

“I see. Where are you going?” “I’m sorry? U-uh, just -” “You should be heading home. I’ll walk with you.” Before giving you time to answer, one of his strong muscular arms wrapped around your waist and wheeled you around, walking you in the exact direction of your own home. He smelt metallic and like smoke, the grip of his rough hand on your waist drawing you closer to his side with every step.

“It’s okay, I can walk home by myself.” In a pleading tone you attempt to escape his iron cast grip with no success.

As if in answer, he slides one hand down your thighs to scoop you up into his arms, your face pressed against his warm muscular chest. In some type of intrigued terror, you realise it’s pointless to struggle against him.

Risotto quietly walks through the rain, saying little, enjoying the feeling of your soft cheek slicked with tears pressed against his chest.

You must’ve fallen asleep, because when you wake, you’re seated at your dinner table and Risotto is dutifully watching a pot simmer on the stove. The beautiful smell reminds you of how hungry you are.

How did he even let himself in??

Ladling the contents into a bowl, he picks up a spoon and proceeds to spoon feed you your dinner. Humiliated and half asleep, you try to push him away to no avail.

“Shh,” he says, putting a finger on your lips to silence your protest before lovingly feeding you like you’re a sick child.

By the end of it you’re so scared and confused thin tears are running down your cheeks, and Risotto frowns at the sight of it.

“You’re probably tired.” he says decidedly. Pressing you against him once again and carrying you to your bedroom, (how come he knows your house so well? Nothing could surprise you at this point.) he undresses you and lays you on the bed, showing obvious signs of restraint, a hot flush rising on his cheeks as he slides you out of your clothes and into your pyjamas.

Before crushing your exhausted body in the iron-cast grip of his arms, he nibbles at your neck whispering sweet nothings.

“Leave this place. Come stay with me. Forever.” he breathes.

What?

It’s too late to argue. He slides a hand across your stomach and brings your form closer into him, making you the little spoon. Sleepily you drink in his body heat, thinking idly that if it could be like this forever, maybe you wouldn’t mind staying with this horrifying man.

Risotto will most certainly never let you go. He’s sure of that.

#jjba #yanderejjba #yandere jjba #jjbaxreader #jjba x reader #risottonero #risotto my beloved #risotto x reader #yanderexreader #jojo's bizzare adventure vento aureo #jjba vento auero #jjbap5 #risotto nero #yandere risotto nero #melone #jjba x y/n #risottoxreader #jojo kimyou na bouken #jjba headcanons

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adventuringblind · 11 days ago

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YES AND THATS WHAT FUCKS ME OVERRRR

I WANNA PUT HIM IN HIS NEAT LITTLE BOX BUT I CANT BECAUSE WHAT IF HE DIDNT KNOW WHAT IF HE GOT HIS DIRECTIONS MUDDLED WHAT IF HE THINKS HE KNOWS WHAT LANDO NEEDS BEST WHAT IF HES TRYING TO KEEP LANDO SAFE WHAT IF WHAT IF WHAT IFFFFFFF 😭

HST makes me feel Things. many Things.

(that might be because I relate a lil too much to Oscar but yeahhhh let’s gloss over that)

Anyways love ya pookie get good sleep and eat food/drink liquids!

So… do you already know you have a praise kink or are you also going to find that out like Oscar in chapter five?

(PSA to Praise your doms! It is fun! Lando figures this out in chapter five as well and has some fun-)

Okay but also the biggest plot twist is coming up… you will never know what hit you. It is glorious and I had my beta readers screaming at me for a good long while😈 @vellicora can attest to this-

And Daniel WILL get a moment with Oscar that clears things up but he is still my morally gray side piece-

#rens.inbox #petrifying risotto

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nicole-kaiwo · 4 years ago

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Blackinnon Week 2021 Day #2

You can also read the story on AO3 and FFN

The last sandwich

They rarely cooked for one another. Due to their duties in the Order and different working hours, they usually didn't have time to eat together at all. And when they did spend time together, they were either invited to their friend's place for dinner, or they preferred to spend the time in a different way.

So one day, Sirius surprised her with a dinner for two, and her reaction was certainly worth the hours spent over pots and cookers. And he didn't have to wait long for her to return the same gesture.

Just a few days later, he returned from some mission to a house filled with beautiful smells. And in the kitchen, he found Marlene waiting for him with dinner ready. As he saw what she had cooked, Sirius felt a little ashamed that he had only made some pasta for her.

Marlene had a gift for cooking. Everything she served was just perfect. Her dishes were not only a wonderful sensation for the tongue but also for the eye. She created dishes like she created her paintings. She poured all her creativity, soul and personality into them.

Her dishes looked as if they had been prepared by a real chef. She served food that Sirius didn't even know existed. And she decorated them like little masterpieces.

Sirius' signature dishes were fish and chips, pasta with tomato sauce and mac and cheese. And Marlene served dishes such as saddle of venison on kashotto with mushrooms and kale chip, celery steak with scorzonera puree or cod fillet with burre blanc sauce and rhubarb and fennel assiette.

Most often, Sirius had no idea at all what he was putting into his mouth. But it didn't matter because he was never disappointed. Her dishes were always delicious. Whatever they were.

It was ironic that of all the dishes she prepared for him, his favourite was... a cheese sandwich.

Well, Marlene simply made the best cheese sandwich in the world! It was, obviously, a very simple dish. However, Sirius was never able to duplicate the taste of the sandwich prepared by her. He had no idea what exactly made her sandwich better than any other. There was just.... That something!

Marlene was aware of the fact that for Sirius, the cheese sandwich was her best dish. But she wasn't entirely thrilled about it. Every time she served him some new fancy meal, she would ask if it was better than the cheese sandwich. Many dishes came close to it, but none managed to beat the taste of this sandwich.

Eventually, Marlena stopped worrying that her Risotto with crawfish and mussels couldn't beat the taste of a regular sandwich. And when she knew they wouldn't be able to have a meal together, she would prepare this sandwich for Sirius so he could eat it later. Marlene often made larger portions and hid some in the fridge. She would also put a spell on the container to keep the sandwiches fresh.

When Marlene left home one day and never returned, three sandwiches were left in the fridge.

Sirius didn't believe in her death. But her absence was becoming more and more noticeable with each passing day. And as the days went by, the traces she left behind began to fade.

Lily washed the glass she had left in the sink. A few days later, James put the book she had left on the coffee table back on the shelf. And one day Sirius has thoughtlessly taken her towel and washed it along with his own. He had been very unfocused that day because he had thrown his Gryffindor red sweatshirt into the washing machine along with the two cream towels. It wasn't until he took the laundry out and saw that her towel was soiled with pink stains and not even a strand of her hair was on it that he realised what he had done.

At some point, even her room stopped smelling like her perfume.

Her absence was becoming more and more annoying.

Sirius believed she was alive and would one day walk through their front door and throw herself longingly around his neck. But nevertheless, he treated all the remains of her like relics.

The three sandwiches left in the fridge tempted him every time he opened it. He decided, however, that he would save them for a special occasion. Sirius knew very well that the spell she used on the box would keep the sandwich fresh for many, many years. However, once the box was opened, the spell would go, and there was no way to cast it again.

When he ended up in Azkaban, he would get the same slush every day, which would look like mud. Then Sirius regretted not eating those sandwiches, as he was sure he would never have the chance to taste them again.

For twelve years, he had dreamt of those sandwiches many times. When he finally escaped, he wondered if he should take a chance and go for them. One day he even went to the area around his old flat with that intention. But unfortunately, it was under constant surveillance by several Aurors.

A second chance came when the Order of the Phoenix was reactivated. During one meeting of the Order, it turned out that they needed some documents from the First War that were still in his flat. And Tonks volunteered to go and get them. As an Auror, she could enter his flat under the pretext of looking for some evidence, and it would not arouse anyone's suspicions.

Taking the opportunity, Sirius asked his baby cousin to bring him the three boxes from his fridge.

"Sirius, you do realise that these sandwiches are now definitely in the final stages of decomposition, right?"

"A freshness spell was cast on them," he explained. "Just bring them with you, okay?"

Sirius had never told Tonks about Marlena, and he didn't feel like explaining it to her then. Though he had a feeling that Tonks already knew about who she was and what Marlene McKinnon meant to him. He suspected Remus might have told her something during one of their all-night missions. (They had surprisingly many such missions together.)

On the day Tonks was due to return from her mission to his flat, Sirius couldn't concentrate on anything. He wondered what he should do with those sandwiches. Should he save them for later again? No, he had been dreaming of tasting them for far too long. He missed them almost as much as the person who made them. In the end, he decided to eat one today and leave the other two for later.

Remus decided to keep him busy with conversation while they waited for Tonks. And at some point, they heard a loud bang, followed by loud shouts from his mother's portrait.

They both knew what had happened. Tonks had tripped over the umbrella stand. Again. In no time, he and Remus ran to the ground floor to help her.

When they got there, Sirius suddenly petrified. Remus stepped around him and went over to help Tonks up from the ground. Usually, in moments like this, Sirius went to cover his mother's portrait. But this time, he was unable to move even an inch.

His gaze was fixed on the floor. Lying on it was a box and a smashed sandwich. His sandwich.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!"

Tonks looked at him with horrified eyes, but Sirius didn't give a damn. The rage that possessed him was ten times stronger than his self-control.

"Must you always be so clumsy!! Couldn't you watch where you're walking for once?!"

Sirius felt like there was a potion boiling in his veins that could boil over in a second.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"I don't care that you're sorry! Look what you've done!!"

Suddenly Sirius realised that there was only one sandwich lying on the ground.

"Where are the other two?"

"There was only this one."

"WHAT?! Of course, there were more! There were three boxes in the fridge! THREE! What about the other two?!"

"Sirius," Remus reprimanded him.

"The other two boxes were already empty. Probably one of the Aurors who searched your apartment must have eaten them."

No.

This couldn't be happening.

The rage Sirius felt was only equalled by the anger he'd felt when he'd discovered fourteen years ago that Pettigrew had tricked them all.

"Sirius, it's just a sandwich," said Tonks in a soft voice. Probably to reassure him. However, it had the opposite effect.

"Just a sandwich?! Just a SANDWICH! How dare you say that! You..."

"Sirius!"

Suddenly Remus was standing between him and his cousin. His nostrils fluttered, and his pupils changed shape slightly. His face was one big warning sign for Sirius.

At first, he felt the urge to punch Remus. But then...

He calmed down. He suddenly realised what he was actually doing. Beating up his best friend and taking it out on the only relative he had contact with wasn't going to change anything. And certainly not for the better.

Sirius looked at the sandwich lying on the ground. After a brief moment of thought, he picked it up off the ground. The floor was actually relatively clean. And it was the only Marlene sandwich that still existed. It was possible that this would be the last time he would taste it. Sirius absolutely wouldn't let it go to waste. Had it been lying on the ground for more than ten seconds? Well... Whatever!

He returned to the kitchen and placed his sandwich on the best-looking plate. Remus and Tonks hadn't joined him, and he didn't hold it against them. He bet they probably went somewhere to talk about his outburst and were analysing his mental state. Pff...

Sirius knew he should apologise to them, but he didn't feel like it at the moment.

He concentrated entirely on his sandwich. Unfortunately, he couldn't cast the freshness spell on it again and leave it for another time. He had to eat it now or never.

It tasted just as always! Sirius consumed it very carefully and slowly. He chewed each bite more often than usual, and he tried to remember the taste for as long as possible. It took him over an hour to eat it. And by the end, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

It was simply delicious.

***

Three days later, Tonks dragged him forcibly into the kitchen. She claimed she had a surprise for him. At first, Sirius didn't want to agree. For the last few days, he didn't feel like doing anything. He just wanted to lie in his room.

Besides, he still hadn't apologised to Tonks and Remus for his behaviour.

However, he noticed that his cousin had inherited her mother's stubbornness. So he eventually had no other choice and went down to the kitchen with her.

He found Remus and Molly already waiting for him there. Sirius was convinced that they had arranged some sort of intervention to talk about his behaviour. However, Tonks quickly explained to him the real reason for the meeting.

She made Sirius sit down at the table, and suddenly four plates were placed in front of him. On each of them was a cheese sandwich.

"Tonks, what is this?"

"Me, Mum, Remus and Molly made sandwiches for you. We tried to replicate the one I dropped. I am sure that at least one of them will be as good as that one."

What?

It took Sirius a moment to understand Tonks' words.

And then he wasn't sure what to think about it.

He felt like laughing. How would any of their sandwiches compare to Marlene's! Sirius was really close to exploding with rage again and telling them how idiotic their idea was. But then, he saw something in Tonks' face that immediately calmed his nerves.

It was only a small smile. But at the same time, it expressed a great lot.

Then he looked at the sandwich that she made.

The bread was crookedly sliced, the cheese was slightly burnt on one side, the rest of the ingredients were almost flowing outwards. This sandwich could win a contest for the world's ugliest sandwich. Marlene would never serve something like that.

Tonks wasn't a good cook. Actually, only a few months ago, she started learning how to cook from Remus. Their lessons always ended up with a terrible mess in the kitchen. And here she was, with the world's ugliest sandwich, trying to make him happy.

He realised then that Tonks just wanted to help him. She did it in one of the worst possible ways, but in the end, it's the intentions that count, right?

Finally, Sirius agreed to taste all four sandwiches. And he had to admit that they were all good.

"So, which one is the best?" Tonks asked.

Call me crazy, but yours, Tonks."

Sirius couldn't explain it to himself, but it really was so. The outside of her sandwich was genuinely awful. The taste of it, though, was fine. And if he had to be honest, there was something very close to Marlene's sandwich in it.

But it wasn't a sandwich from Marlene.

Something was missing. But Sirius couldn't tell what exactly it was.

The disappointment caused by this realisation must have reflected on his face. Tonks didn't pursue the subject of sandwiches further and just let Sirius go back to his room.

After that, she never tried to take any action related to that topic again.

***

A few months had passed since the sandwich incident, and a lot had changed since then. Or at least for the people around Sirius. He, on the other hand, was practically in the same place.

It was an ordinary day, and Sirius got up surprisingly quite early. He hadn't managed to fall asleep again, so he decided to go to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. He absolutely didn't expect to meet someone there.

"Good morning Tonks! What are you doing here so early?"

"Hey, Sirius! I made muffins for you guys. Do you want one?"

"For us? Or for Remus?"

Her cheeks turned instantly red.

The two of them had been playing cat and mouse for a while now. Sirius was very well aware of it, probably even better than they were. But until at least one of them would admit their feelings, Sirius could do nothing. So he waited and teased them to get a confession out of them. And he was sure Tonks would crack very soon.

"For you. Both of you. So, do you want a muffin or not?"

"Yes, please."

Tonks handed him a muffin that was overflowing with chocolate. The cake was chocolate, the icing was chocolate, and Sirius was sure there would probably be liquid chocolate inside.

"Are you sure you weren't thinking of someone special while preparing those muffins?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You know, there are only two residents in this house at the moment. One, after eating a strip of chocolate, already feels over-sweetened. And the other can eat a whole bar of chocolate by himself and then sip it with hot chocolate."

"I also can eat a whole bar of chocolate on my own," she said.

"I don't doubt that. But I'll repeat the question. Did you bake these muffins with both of us in mind? Hm?"

"You're weird, you know? Sorry Sirius, but I don't have time for your weird questions. I have to go to work."

That said, she ran out of the kitchen as if she was being chased by a furious hippogriff. Sirius laughed under his breath. Well, apparently, he has to wait a little longer before Tonks finally breaks.

Sirius bit off a piece of the chocolate muffin and started chewing it very slowly.

That taste.

No, that's not possible.

Sirius took another bite and was as focused as if he was solving some puzzle.

Again.

But it was impossible!

He took another bite. And when he felt it for the third time, he could no longer deny it.

The muffin from Tonks tasted exactly like the cheese sandwich from Marlene.

Sirius grabbed his head, wondering how this was even possible. After all, these were two completely different dishes. They had practically nothing in common except...

Of course!

It looked like Tonks had cracked that day after all and didn't even know about it.

And Sirius finally found out what the secret ingredient was that made Marlene's sandwich so special.

The answer was so obvious that he laughed to himself that he hadn't thought of it before.

Because that ingredient was, of course, love.

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Have My Baby

Day 8 → Breeding Kink 💋 Max Verstappen

Warnings: 18+ content

Kinktober Masterlist

The sound of your laughter, bright and unguarded, echoes through the garage. Max watches from the other side, just close enough to see you kneel beside Checo’s daughter, the little girl’s giggles rising as you hand her a toy car. It’s a small moment — insignificant, even — but it lands in Max’s chest like a stone dropping into a still lake, sending ripples outward.

The race weekend buzzes around him, mechanics and engineers in perpetual motion, but for a second, all he can focus on is you, surrounded by Checo’s kids, your hair slipping from behind your ear as you make some silly face that sends them into peals of laughter.

“You’re good with them,” Max says later, sliding into the seat beside you in the car. He’s not looking at you, eyes instead fixed on the road, but his hand finds yours, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“Hmm?” You ask, distracted as you scroll through your phone. You don’t look up, but your fingers tighten around his just a bit. It’s small, but he notices.

“Checo’s kids,” Max clarifies, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “You’re good with them.”

You shrug, finally looking up to meet his gaze. “They’re sweet. Just being kids.”

“They love you,” Max insists, a little more forcefully than he intended. Your eyebrows rise at his tone, curiosity flickering across your features, but you don’t push.

“They’re just kids,” you repeat, softer now, like you’re trying to placate him. “They don’t need much to be happy.”

Max falls silent after that, though his mind is far from quiet. He drives with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, the warmth of your skin beneath his palm grounding him.

He’s been thinking about this for a while now — longer than he’d care to admit — but today, watching you with those kids, it’s like something clicked into place. A plan, half-formed but persistent, starts to take shape in the back of his mind. He squeezes your thigh absentmindedly, as if to reassure himself that you’re real, here with him.

“What’s on your mind?” You ask, breaking the silence as you lean back in your seat. You tilt your head to the side, studying him with that familiar, unflinching gaze that always manages to strip away whatever walls he thinks he’s put up.

“Nothing,” Max lies, and you know it’s a lie, but you let it slide. He sees the way your eyes narrow, the briefest hesitation before you hum in response. But you don’t push further, instead turning your attention back to the passing cityscape as the car winds through the streets.

When you finally get back to the suite, the evening’s warmth lingers in the air, the low hum of the city just outside the windows. Max lets you walk in first, watching the way you kick off your shoes by the door and stretch your arms over your head. The hem of your shirt lifts just a bit, revealing a sliver of skin that he can’t help but stare at. You catch him looking, a smile tugging at your lips.

“What?” You ask, feigning innocence as you walk toward him. Your hands find their way to his chest, fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. “You’re staring.”

“Can’t help it,” Max says, not bothering to hide the hunger in his voice. His hands come up to rest on your hips, thumbs tracing small circles against your skin. “You’re beautiful.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” you tease, but there’s a warmth in your eyes that betrays how much his words affect you.

Max doesn’t reply, just pulls you closer until your bodies are flush against each other. He dips his head to press a kiss to your neck, and you tilt your head back, giving him better access. He feels the way your breath hitches, the way your hands grip his shirt a little tighter, and it only makes him want you more.

“You’re tired,” he murmurs against your skin, though he doesn’t slow his kisses.

“Not too tired,” you reply, your voice a little breathless now as your fingers thread through his hair. You pull him closer, and he takes that as permission to lift you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed.

When he lays you down, he does it slowly, carefully, like you’re something fragile. His hands are steady as he undresses you, taking his time, savoring the sight of you beneath him. There’s a reverence in the way he moves, like he’s committing every detail to memory.

“You’re being gentle tonight,” you observe, propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him.

“I like taking care of you,” Max replies simply. His voice is calm, but there’s an intensity in his gaze that makes you shiver.

“I like it too,” you admit, and the sincerity in your voice sends a warmth through his chest. You reach out to him, pulling him down until he’s hovering over you, his hands braced on either side of your head. Your lips brush against his, soft and teasing. “But you’re holding back.”

“I’m not,” he lies again, but this time, you don’t seem to notice the hesitation in his voice. He kisses you deeply, his hands tracing the curve of your body, and it’s enough to distract you, to make you forget the way he’s been acting strange all evening.

Max is careful, though. He’s calculated, making sure you’re so lost in the sensation of his lips against your skin, his hands exploring every inch of you, that you won’t catch on to his plan. He slides a pillow under your hips, and when you look up at him in question, he just smiles, pressing a kiss to your stomach.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “I’ve got you.”

You do as he says, letting your head fall back against the mattress, your body sinking into the softness of the bed. Max takes his time, kissing his way down your body, his lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. When he reaches your stomach, he lingers there, pressing gentle, lingering kisses to the soft skin.

“You’ll look beautiful,” he whispers against your skin, his voice so quiet that you almost don’t hear it.

“What?” You ask, half-dazed, your mind foggy from the pleasure he’s been giving you.

Max doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he continues kissing your stomach, his hands holding your hips in place as he murmurs against your skin, “You’ll look beautiful all full.”

You blink, trying to process his words, but your thoughts are hazy, your body too lost in the moment to fully comprehend what he’s saying. Max’s lips move lower, and any questions you had melt away as he pulls you deeper into the sensation, your mind going blissfully blank.

Max’s voice is soft but firm as he murmurs against your skin, “We’re going to have a baby.”

It’s not a question. It’s not even a statement. It’s a command, one that leaves no room for debate. His tone, so certain and unyielding, sends a shiver through you. Your mind tries to catch up, tries to process what he’s just said, but it’s difficult. The weight of his words hangs in the air, heavy and undeniable.

You blink, trying to shake off the fog that’s settled over your thoughts. “Max, we can’t-”

“We can,” he interrupts, his voice still gentle but carrying an edge of finality. He looks up at you from where he’s still kissing your stomach, his eyes locking onto yours. “You’re perfect for it.”

“But I’m too young,” you protest, though your voice falters as he starts to rub slow circles over your clit. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

“You’re perfect,” he repeats, his fingers skillfully teasing your most sensitive spot, drawing a moan from your lips despite the confusion clouding your mind. “You’re perfect for this, liefje.”

“I don’t know,” you try again, though the words are barely audible now, your body betraying you as it reacts to his touch. “It’s too soon.”

Max’s hand moves lower, his fingers brushing over your entrance, spreading your slickness with deliberate, teasing strokes. “It’s not too soon,” he coos, his voice dripping with reassurance. “I know what’s best for you. For us.”

His thumb returns to your clit, pressing down just right, and you gasp, your hips bucking up toward his hand. Any resistance you had starts to melt away, your body responding to him in ways your mind can’t seem to control.

“You’ll look so beautiful,” Max continues, his tone soothing and hypnotic as his fingers work you over. “All full and round with my baby. Your pussy …” He trails off, his thumb rubbing over your swollen clit again, sending a rush of warmth through your core. “It’ll be so puffy and pretty for me.”

You’re lost now, any coherent thought slipping through your fingers like sand as his words and his touch weave a spell around you. All you can do is feel, every nerve in your body attuned to the pleasure he’s giving you, the heat building steadily in your belly.

“Max …” you breathe, your voice trembling, unsure if you’re pleading with him to stop or to keep going. It doesn’t matter; he’s already made up his mind.

He shifts, positioning himself between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs wider to accommodate him. He lines himself up with your entrance, his tip pressing against you, but he doesn’t push in yet. He wants you to feel it, to crave it.

“Tell me you want it,” Max demands, his voice low and rough with desire. “Tell me you want to be full of me.”

You bite your lip, torn between the part of you that knows this is happening too fast and the part of you that’s completely under his spell, desperate for more. His fingers return to your clit, stroking in slow, torturous circles, and you whimper, the last of your resistance crumbling.

“I want it,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but it’s enough for him.

Max doesn’t waste any more time. He pushes into you slowly, filling you inch by inch until he’s buried to the hilt. The stretch is delicious, the fullness overwhelming, and you moan loudly, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you.

“You’re so tight,” Max groans, his hands gripping your hips as he starts to move, each thrust deliberate and deep. “So perfect for me. You’ll be even better when you’re carrying our baby.”

The thought of it, the image he paints with his words, sends a thrill of arousal through you, and you can’t help but arch into him, meeting his thrusts. Your mind is a haze of sensation, every nerve alight with pleasure as he takes you, owns you.

Max’s pace quickens, and you can feel him getting closer, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he drives into you. “You’re going to take all of it,” he growls, the intensity of his voice sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re going to be so full, schatje. So full of me.”

He pushes deeper, his thrusts becoming rougher, more desperate, and you can feel your own climax building, the tension coiling tight in your belly. You’re teetering on the edge, so close, and then Max reaches down, his thumb finding your clit again, rubbing it with just the right pressure.

You come undone with a cry, your body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crash over you. Max follows you over the edge, groaning your name as he fills you, his release hot and overwhelming inside you. He doesn’t stop moving, doesn’t stop thrusting until he’s sure every drop of him is deep inside you.

When he finally stills, he leans over you, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. His hand moves to your lower belly, pressing down gently, and you gasp as you feel the fullness inside you.

“You’re going to be so beautiful,” Max whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. “I can’t wait to see you, all full and round with our baby.”

He pulls out slowly, and you whimper at the emptiness, at the way his seed threatens to spill out. But Max is there, his fingers quickly pushing anything that dares to leak out back in, making sure nothing is wasted.

“Don’t worry,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your trembling thigh. “I’ll make sure you stay full.”

***

The room is bathed in the soft, golden light of the late afternoon, and the curtains flutter slightly from the breeze coming through the open window. It’s peaceful, quiet, but the atmosphere is thick with anticipation.

You’re propped up against a mountain of pillows on the bed, your swollen belly stretching the fabric of the oversized shirt you’re wearing. It’s one of Max’s shirts, soft and worn from years of use, and it drapes over you, barely containing the fullness of your body.

Max stands at the foot of the bed, eyes dark and intense as he looks at you. He’s shirtless, his skin glowing in the warm light, and there’s a possessive hunger in his gaze that’s never really gone away, not since the day you first told him you were pregnant.

He steps closer, his hand reaching out to touch your belly, his fingers tracing the curve of it with a reverence that makes your heart skip a beat. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. “So fucking beautiful like this.”

You smile, though it’s strained, the weight of the baby pressing down on you making every movement feel like an effort. “I’m huge,” you say with a breathless laugh, trying to deflect the intensity of his gaze. But Max shakes his head, his hand still resting on your belly.

“You’re perfect,” he insists, his thumb stroking your skin softly. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”

Your heart flutters at his words, but you can’t help the slight wince that crosses your face as the baby shifts inside you, pressing uncomfortably against your ribs. Max notices immediately, his brow furrowing in concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you reassure him, though your voice is a little tight. “Just … ready for this baby to be out.”

Max’s eyes darken even further at that, and he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your belly. “Soon,” he whispers, his breath warm against your skin. “And then …”

He trails off, his lips curving into a slow, wicked smile as he looks up at you, his hand sliding down to rest between your thighs. “And then I’m going to fill you again,” he continues, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “Again and again, until it takes. And then I’ll do it again, until you’re always full with my child.”

Your breath catches in your throat at his words, a shiver running through you despite the warmth of the room. The sheer possessiveness in his voice, the certainty with which he speaks, sends a rush of arousal through you, even as your body aches with the strain of carrying his child.

Max notices the way you respond, the way your body tenses and relaxes under his touch, and he smiles, that slow, satisfied smile that tells you he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. His fingers tease along the edge of your panties, just barely grazing your skin, and you can’t help the small whimper that escapes your lips.

“Do you like that idea?” Max asks, his voice deceptively gentle. “Being full of me, over and over?”

You swallow hard, trying to find your voice, but it’s difficult with the way he’s looking at you, with the way his hand is slowly inching higher, closer to where you need him most. “Max …”

“Tell me,” he presses, his fingers finally brushing over your clit through the fabric of your panties. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, your hips jerking involuntarily toward his hand. “Tell me you want it.”

“I … I want it,” you whisper, your voice trembling. Your body is aching, every nerve on fire, but he’s barely touched you, barely given you anything. It’s maddening, and you can feel the desperation building inside you, the need for release, for him, growing stronger with every passing second.

Max’s smile widens, his thumb circling your clit slowly, teasingly. “What do you want, liefje?” He asks, his tone almost mocking in its sweetness. “Tell me.”

You bite your lip, trying to resist the urge to just beg him to touch you, to give you what you need. But he’s relentless, his fingers moving in slow, agonizing circles, keeping you on the edge but never quite pushing you over.

“I want … I want to be full,” you finally gasp out, the words tumbling from your lips in a desperate rush. “I want to be full of you, always.”

Max’s eyes flash with satisfaction, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to your swollen belly. “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with pride and something darker, something possessive. “You’ll always be so beautiful, all puffy and swollen with my baby.”

His words send another shiver through you, your body responding instinctively to the promise in his voice. He slides your panties down your legs, his hands gentle but firm, and you can feel your pulse quicken, your heart pounding in anticipation.

When he spreads your legs wider, his eyes fixed on the sight of you, so wet and ready for him, you can’t help but squirm, the need for him almost unbearable. “Please, Max,” you whisper, your voice trembling with need. “Please.”

“Not yet,” Max replies, his voice a low growl as he watches you, his gaze heated and intense. “I want to hear you say it again.”

You bite back a frustrated whimper, but you know he won’t give in until he gets what he wants. He never does. “I want to be full of you,” you repeat, your voice a little stronger this time. “I want you to fill me, Max. Over and over.”

He seems satisfied with that, and he finally, finally, slides his fingers inside you, his touch both gentle and commanding. The sensation is overwhelming, and you moan loudly, your body arching up toward him, desperate for more.

Max watches you intently, his fingers moving in and out of you with a steady, deliberate rhythm that drives you wild. “You’re so perfect like this,” he murmurs, his thumb pressing down on your clit again, making you gasp. “So fucking perfect for me.”

You’re trembling now, every muscle in your body taut with tension, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. “Max, please,” you beg, your voice breaking on the last word. “I need …”

“I know what you need,” Max interrupts, his voice dark and soothing. “I know what’s best for you.”

His fingers move faster, deeper, and you cry out, your hips bucking up toward him as your orgasm crashes over you, sudden and intense. Max doesn’t stop, though, his fingers continuing to work you over as he watches you unravel beneath him.

“You’re going to give me another one,” he murmurs, his voice filled with certainty. “Another baby. Another perfect child. And then another. And another.”

You can barely think, barely breathe, but the thought of it, of being so full of him, of carrying his children again and again, sends another wave of pleasure crashing through you. “Yes,” you gasp, your voice trembling. “Yes, Max.”

“That’s my girl,” Max says, his voice filled with satisfaction as he leans down to kiss you deeply, his fingers never stopping their relentless pace. “You’re going to look so beautiful. Always full of my children.”

He finally pulls his fingers out of you, and you whimper at the loss, but he’s not done. He slides inside you slowly, filling you completely, and you moan, your body shuddering from the intensity of it all.

Max moves with deliberate precision, his thrusts deep and slow, each one pushing you closer to the edge again. He’s relentless, driving you higher and higher, until you’re trembling, gasping for breath, completely at his mercy.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice rough with possession. “Mine to fill. Mine to keep. You’re going to give me everything, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you cry out, your voice breaking as he drives into you harder, deeper, the pleasure almost too much to bear. “Yes, Max, I’m yours.”

He groans, the sound raw and primal, and you can feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming more desperate, more urgent. “You’re going to be so full of me,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. “So fucking full.”

And then he’s coming, his release hot and overwhelming inside you, filling you completely, just like he promised. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull out, just stays there, buried deep inside you as he catches his breath.

When he finally does pull out, you’re trembling, your body spent and exhausted, but there’s a deep, satisfied warmth in your chest, knowing that you’re his, completely and utterly his.

Max leans down to kiss you again, his hand resting on your swollen belly. “You’re perfect,” he whispers against your lips. “So perfect.”

You smile, your eyes fluttering shut as you let yourself sink into the warmth of his embrace. “I love you,” you murmur, your voice soft and content.

“I love you too,” Max replies, his voice filled with a tenderness that makes your heart swell. “And I can’t wait to do this all over again.”

You know he means it, and as you drift off to sleep in his arms, you can’t help but feel a deep sense of peace, knowing that this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

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