#spatchula

[book-place]

No-No Word

Warnings: cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Chris Evans x daughter reader, Sebastian Stan x reader platonic, Anthony Mackie x reader platonic

Request: heyyy i was just wondering if you'd be willing to write for Chris Evans x daughter!reader maybe??? :)

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: Turns out, you’re a lot smarter than Chris would’ve thought

A/N: Posting a couple short fics to get back into writing

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Hey there, sweetheart.” Chris quickly glanced over his shoulder as you waddled into the kitchen area, “How did you sleep?”

You yawned, reaching up to rub your eyes, “Good, dada.”

Your father couldn’t help but allow his grin to widen at the sight of you, merely five years old, drowning in fuzzy pajamas and clutching a stuffed animal under your right arm.

“You up for some pancakes?” Of course, he already knew the answer.

A smile lit up your face, suddenly awake, and you nodded your head vigorously, suddenly wide awake. “Up! Up!” You chanted jumping up and down slightly as you made a grabbing motion towards the blond man.

Chris abandoned the spatchula next to the stove and scooped you up in his arms, peppering kisses on the side of your head and into your hair in a way that emitted joyous giggles from your lips.

He gently set you down on the counter, a healthy distance away from where he was cooking the batter, nodding along as you rambled about something or other and moved back to continue making the two of you breakfast.

“-and then the dog jumped as tall as you daddy!” Your eyes were wide with awe and amazement.

The man chuckled slightly, “Is that so, honey-“ He cut himself off when the spatula slipped from his grasp and landed with a small ‘clang’ onto the floor.

Immediately, he bent down to pick it up, “Oops-“

“Shit!”

Chris snapped to attention, eyes wide and alert as stared at you with a dropped jaw. You just blinked up at him innocently.

“What the- what did you say?” He asked in complete shock, those being the only words he could form at the moment.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a second before realization lit up your face and you smiled proudly, placing your hands on your hips, “Shit!” You repeated.

“How the- who-“ Your father sputtered.

He had always been extra careful and sure that he never cursed around you and that others he was with didn’t either.

“No, honey,” He finally came to his senses and turned off the stove for a moment as he bent down to be eye level with you, “That’s a bad word, we don’t say that.”

And your eyebrows were furrowed once more, “Shit?”

Chris nodded, “Yes, that’s a no-no word, we don’t say that.”

A pout immediately formed on your lips and you crossed your arms, “But it’s a big kid word, and I’m a big kid!”

He shook his head back and forth, “Where did you even hear it?”

“Uncle Sebby!” You cheered excitedly.

A look of realization dawned on the actor before it was quickly replaced by exhaustion, “Is that so?” He asked as he ran a frustrated hand down his face, knowing Sebatian was about to get a very unhappy call in a few minutes.

You nodded, oblivious to your fathers feelings, “Uh-huh, he said it but told me it was a big kid word, and that I couldn’t say it until I was a big kid.”

“Then why are you saying it now?” He raised a stern eyebrow in your direction.

You grinned, “Because I asked Uncle Anthony later if I was a big kid and he said yes!”

Chris was silent for a moment, and it took everything in him not to burst out in laughter at the brilliance of your statement, how at even such a young age you and figured out a way to get around a rule and still act innocent about the whole thing.

Failing, he let a few chuckles slip through his lips and he picked you up and carried you on his hip, “That’s still a no-no word, no matter what your uncles say. Got it?” He playfully rubbed his nose against your cheek and poked his fingers at your sides, tickling you.

You shrieked with laughter, trying to force yourself away from him, “Okay, okay, daddy! No more tickles! No more tickles!”

[jumping-jackalope]

guy speaking to a room of 30 people on a topic they've never heard about before voice "at SPLAT we follow the KERFUFFAL process to drive our LOOFA goals. this allows communities to hold GLOP power in the face of increasing SPATCHULA attacks"

[sexhaver]

resippy under the cut

ingredience:

2 cups basmati rice, rinsed

3 tbsp kosher salt

1/4 tsp saffron, ground into a powder with the back of a wooden spoon

3 tbsp plain greek yogurt

1 large egg

1 tsp turmeric

6 tbsp ghee OR 3 tbsp butter + 3 tbsp olive oil (original recipe called for the butter/oil mix but i've had better results with ghee)

dill

recommended equipment:

a somewhat deep (3"ish) nonstick pan with a lid

a plate with at least the same diameter as that lid (i.e. big enough to flip the finished product onto)

ideally one of those flexible nonstick silicone spatchulas

metal mesh sieve

steps:

cover the rice with 3 cups of water (or broth if you feel fancy) + the 3 tbsp of salt and bring to a boil, stirring frequently

lower the heat to medium-high and keep stirring for 4-5 minutes, then dump the rice into a sieve and rinse it with cold water

while step 2 is happening, mix the saffron with 3 tbsp of water and microwave it for 20 seconds

in a mixing bowl, mix the yogurt, egg, turmeric, and half of the saffron water together, then work in 2.5 cups of cooked rice until it's all evenly coated (a bigass whisk works really well for both halves of this step)

melt the ghee/butter+oil in a pan, wait for it to get hot, then dump in the rice mixture from step 4

give the pan some wrist action + light work with the spacheler until the saffron rice mixture has been saturated with oil and kinda looks like a greasy yellow pancake

dump the remaining non-saffron rice out of the strainer and into the center of the saffron rice. if you're using a metal mesh strainer, you can use it to help distribute the rice: press down on the center and roll towards the outside edges until you have a flat surface. otherwise you can do your best with the spatoola

pour the remaining saffron water over the white rice. for bonus points you can instead pour it over the sputala to distribute the flow better

turn the heat to medium-high and let it sizzle for ~5 minutes

reduce heat to medium-low, cover pan with towel-wrapped lid (so the towel is between the rice and the lid), and let it sit for 13-15 minutes

run spatla along edge of rice to unstick it from the pan, put plate upside down over it, then flip the entire plate-rice-pan assembly over in one smooth motion. it's not actually as hard as it looks/sounds and even if you fuck up it's usually still at least like 75% salvageable

sprinkle with dill (i did not include an amount because you measure this with your heart)

cut into slices and serve immediately with a nice dollop of greek yogurt

fuck it. im making tahdig again.

[austendavid]

Williams - Sonoma Autumn 2019

[michellelynn976]

Which one do you like better? The top or the bottom photo? Just curious. Love you, babies. #homemakingwithmichelle #homemaker #vintagestyle #vintage #apron #preference #instagram #selfie #cooking #spatchula #stove #apron #fullbodyapron #pockets #housedress #homemaker #pearls #makeup https://www.instagram.com/p/B9-2yRnAZPv/?igshid=h3ihanef5126

[everything-laito]

Hello! How would Laito react to a bride that like to joke around and make pranks?

Hi, anon!

I feel like he would find that amusing, and probably make pranks (albeit,,,, probably his own definition of pranking/joking asdlkjfl) back to her, but all of this would probably be on his terms (unknowingly to the bride). If she managed to scare Laito with a bug related prank or prank him at the wrong time, or any reason to get him ticked off/annoyed, she would be in a world of hurt and terror after. It’s never good to get Laito mad, but he can be so unpredictable that it would be a very tricky line to walk on. If she collaborates with any of the other Diaboys on pranks, there’s no knowing what would happen. He’s pretty unpredictable in that area as well and especially possessive when it works in his favor. 

Once again, it can be a tricky line to walk, but so is being in Laito’s presence at all alksdjf 

[thedoylestownbookshop]

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[moonenjoyer]

ojhhrhhrrrrrr spatula

[faghubby]

CHASTITY

I had begged Jen to try it. She was reluctant but agreed. I had bought it years earlier but had never had anyone to hold the key for me. Yes I was locked in a chastity cage. A plastic cage small enough to make my 4.5 inches ache if it tried to get hard. At first Jen would just lock it for a day or two. But as she became more aware of the power it gave her she extended the time. I had been locked for 14 days the longest yet.

"

How are you feeling today?" She asked she hugged me kissing my neck. I was naked fresh from the shower. She was completely dressed. My cock strained in its tube.

"You need to shave again" She pointed out. We learned early that pubic hair got caught and pulled in the cage. So I shaved it bald.

Jen loved to comment how I looked like a little boy when I did.

"Better today" thinking she was going to release me any moment.

"Fantastic" I was worried it was causing you discomfort" She grabbed me by the cage and led me to the bathroom.

"I am going to unlock you, you will shower and shave nothing more" she informed me. She handed me the key letting me do it. I handed her back the key and lock. She left me to preform my tasks. My cock was so hard it hurt. I shaved and washed. When I got out I used lotion so not to get a rash. As I applied the lotion. It was enough I came all over the sink. I was unable to contain myself. Jen heard the moans and rushed in.

"You could not wait a moment more." She wore only a bra and panty set. She immediately ran cold water rinsing me off and put the cage back on.

"I am very disappointed" She told me. She stormed out I followed her. She grabbed her vibrator from her drawer and drove it deep in herself. She was already very aroused as I watched her fuck herself with a pace that astounded me. I could do nothing having been locked back up. My cock once again straining in the small cage.

She seemed to slow as she got close to cumming. I step forward and took the toy she let me fuck her with it as she pinched her nipples.

"Yes fuck me" She moaned creaming all over the large toy.

"Want a taste?" She asked I knodded she held up her toy. It was not what I had in mind but licked the shaft

She got up and dressed, I did the same. She said nothing about how long she would leave me locked. Before she would let me out for a day or two.

Jen had done alot of research on chastity and female led relationships. So I often did most if not all of the household chores. I had got ready to work in the yard as usual on Saturday mornings.

"I would like the inside chores done first today" Jen told me. I just went and started to vacuum instead. Jen made no attempt to help me today. Instead she plopped down in the living room and was watching videos on her phone. At noon I made us salads for lunch.

"I was thinking you need to listen better" She stated. "Need more displine. How do you feel about me spanking you?" She asked.

"I never thought about it, but this morning was an accident. I was" I tried to explain but she cut me off.

"You did not do what I said. I told you wash shave and nothing more. Lotion is more correct?" She asked

"Yes, I guess" I admitted

"Guess?" She looked at me

"Yes, you are correct. I did not do as instructed" I corrected

"Good then clean this up and come find me when your done" She pulled out a rubber spatchula "bring that with you" She left me to do the dishes. I found Jen in the home office. I waited quietly at the door

"Come in" I approached she pushed things clear on the desk.

"Pants and undies down" She command and then she bent me over the desk. She took the spatchula. With out warning the first smack stung my ass.

"Good? Or to hard? " She asked

"Good" I whimpered another smack harder

"Good or too hard?"

"Good" then a third hit I jumped up.

"Now that we got you to stop lieing" She pushed me back down. Then another blow I held the desk so not to jump up.

"I think you need to spend alot more timing thinking about how you wanted me to lock you up" Jen told me then another smack

"How much time do you think you will need?" She asked. Then another smack.

"I know I was wrong and am sorry" I cried tears forming in my eyes. Another smack.

"I asked how long not if you where sorry" She told me. Then another smack.

"Two weeks" I whimpered. Smack

"We tried that, let's just say a month" She told me. Then a final smack.

"Clean this all up" She told me leaving me laying across her desk my ass on fire.

"You still have the lawn to do" she reminded me as she walked out. I mowed the lawn slowly ass screaming with every step. When I finished she showered with me carefully washing me with cool water. After she took a salve and applied it to my ass. It cooled the burning. As she applied the cream her finger slid across my asshole. My body jumped a little. She did it again this time slower more deliberate.

"You like that?" She cooed. Her finger teased the outside of my hole. She let me up and noticed my cock straining in the cage. She went and got dressed again. She came back a few minutes later I was still naked.

"What's this" She asked

"It just that my underwear make my butt hurt" I told her.

"To hot and stiff those cotton undies" She said sympatheticly

"Try these" she handed me a pair of her satin panties. I knew it wasn't a suggestion I wanted to complain but her look warmpned me not to they where much softer and soothing. I wore loose basketball shorts as well.

I wore her panties for the next few days until my ass was feeling better.

"You can wear them all the time if you like Jen told me. But I went back to my cotton undies. Jen got a package one day she had me 9pen it. Inside was a proper paddle and several pair of satin boy short cut panties in pretty colors.

"Those are yours. If I ask for the paddle you will bring it. And the panties are for after. Or whenever you want to feel pretty" Jen told me. She then led me to the bedroom where I spent the next thirty minutes pleasuring her with my tounge. Over the next few weeks Jen continued to tease me. And please her without relief. It had been 22 days when I broke and begged her to let me out.

"You have at least 9 more days" Jen reminded me

"Please" I begged

"I will help you but only if" She stated

"What anything " I told her.

"We start a social media sites documenting are relationship and how you want it to progress. With pics " She said "or you go put on your pretty pink panties and give your ass up to me" She smiled

"Do you promise to be gentile" I pleaded.

"I don't want you hurt baby" She told me kissing me. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. She had me strip and put on my pink panties. She was fully clothed as she had me lay across the bed using pillows to lift my butt. Pulling just the back of the panties downnshe applied lube and started to rub my hole. After a minute she inserteed the first finger. Unable to control myself inlet out a deep moan. Jen added a second finger a few moments later. She worked them in and out. I moaned and wiggled as the sensation was amazing. When she felt I was relaxed enough she removed her fingers and worked a hard long dildo in. She was very slow and gentile. But the pain subsided and pleasure grew I wanted her to fuck me.

"That's twice as big as yours she told me when she had worked it all the way in. She switched angle slightly and I went crazy. She was now pushing against my prostate and my cock started to leak it was almost like I was peeing to real slow. I started to meet her thrust soon she just held it still and let me fuck myself. Eventually I couldn't continue. She had me get up and remove my panties. She showed me all the cum. I could not believe it then she stripped and put my panties on.

"Come lick my cum filled panties" She told me. She pulled my head smashing into the wet panties.

"Take them down and lick up every drop. It will help you when I cuck you and bring you home my lovers cum" She told me. We had never talked about that I thought as i licked her clean.

"You are now just a sissy when your done you can just throw away all your little boy undies you will wear panties for the rest of your life. I knew she was right and continued to lap up all the cum.

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

The Florist next-door...

Andy Barber x reader series Part 7

Warnings: ⚠️ spoilers ⚠️ 18+ readers only, cheating

Andy walked into the kitchen as Laurie cleaned up after dinner, as if nothing happened, refusing to talk about the obvious.

Andy let out a frustrated sigh, "I need to talk to you." He said as he stood on the opposite side of the kitchen island.

"There's nothing to talk about." Laurie refused to look at Andy.

"I'm going to, Connecticut, to speak to my father." Andy frowned.

"I'm not coming with you." Laurie dismissed the idea without looking at him.

Andy placed his hands on his hips with huff, "I wasn't asking you to come with me, Laurie. I was just telling you."

Laurie stopped and finally looked at him. "I thought you hated him?"

Andy nodded, "I know what my father is like, Laurie, he isn't just gonna do what I ask. He'll play mind games." Andy explained.

Laurie's brow knitted together as she silently looked at Andy. "Does she know?"

Andy frowned in confusion, "Who?"

"Who do you think?" Laurie huffed.

Andy drew in a deep breath through his nose. "I thought you didn't want to talk about it?"

"Just tell me, Andy, does she know?" She asked.

He nodded. "You don't have to worry, okay, she's not pressing charges." Andy turned around and started to walk away.

"Thank you." Laurie called out.

"For what?" Andy asked.

"For talking to her. I knew you would." She smiled at him.

Andy shook his head as he looked back at her with a frown. "I didn't. Y/N, said she couldn't do it to, Jacob." He said before walking into his office and shutting the door behind him.

He looked through the window and smiled as he saw you in your living room, dancing around and singing in your pj's with what looked like a spatchula in your hand. He pulled his phone out and dialled your number, walking closer to the window. He watched you bend over and grab your phone front the coffee table, still shaking your butt as you did making him chuckle.

"Hello," You answered.

"You've got some moves, sweetheart." He chuckled.

You let out a startled gasp and spun round to face him, your eyes wide as you saw Andy watching you. "Oh, no, you saw?"

Andy chuckled, "Oh yeah, I saw." He smirked at you. "What were you dancing to?"

You gulped. "Uh... Nothing," You lied.

Andy raised his eyebrow at you. "Liar."

You groaned in embarrassment. "Fine... Okay... It was, Britney Spears." You blushed as Andy began laughing. "Are you calling just to laugh at me or is there something I can help you with, Mr Barber?" You let out a low growl as you walked back into your kitchen.

Andy groaned as he lost view of you and sat in his chair. "Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you about something."

"Sure,"

Andy smiled to himself. "I'm going to Connecticut, in a couple of days, to talk to my dad."

"Oh... Why?" You asked.

"Joanne, thinks I should try to get him to give us a sample of his DNA so, Jacob, can be tested for the murder gene." He sighed.

"Oh, right, I remember you saying." You answered. "How do you feel about seeing him?" You asked taking Andy by surprise.

"... Angry, I guess..." He frowned. "Maybe a little worried. I never thought I'd have to see him again." He admitted, "Scared."

You stopped what you were doing. "Is, Laurie, going with you?" You asked.

Andy scoffed, "I didn't even ask her and she refused to come." He chuckled. "Not that I wanted her to anyway."

"Would you like me to come? I don't mind. I don't want you doing this on your own, Andy, if you're scared." You said.

Andy gulped feeling a lump in his throat. "You don't need to do that, sweetheart, I'll be fine."

"I know I don't need to, Andy," You walked back in front of your window so you were as close to him as you could get. "I want to." You offered him a caring smile.

Andy smiled back as he stood up and walked to the window. "You really want to come with me? All the way to, Connecticut, just so I can speak to my father?"

You nodded, "I can tell you're dreading it, Andy." You smiled, "So if me being there with you helps, then I'm more than happy to be there for you."

Andy drew in a deep breath and nodded. "It would, thank you." He smiled at you softly. "I'll sort the details out and let you know."

You nodded, "Okay," You smiled at him. "I best go, or I'll end up burning my dinner."

Andy chuckled, "Go. I'll speak to you later, sweetheart." He sent you a wink. "Love you." He whispered as he placed his right hand on the window.

"Love you, too." You placed your left hand on the window with a smile before hanging up and disappearing from view.

Andy let out a soft sigh as he sat back in his chair and turned to face his desk, smiling to himself. Knowing that you'd be coming with him settled the worry and dread that was in the pit of his stomach, made the whole ordeal of visiting his father somewhat easier.

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A few days later, Andy was picking you up from outside your shop and a couple of hours later, the two of you were sat outside the Connecticut prison waiting for Andy to go in.

You drew in a shaky breath. "Andy, I can't go in with you."

Andy looked at you with an understanding look. "That's fine, I didn’t expect you to anyway, sweetheart." He placed his hand on your knee.

You shook your head, "It's not because of your father." You looked at him. "He's here." You whispered, feeling tears form in your eyes.

Andy began frowning at you. "Who do you--" Realisation struck him as he watched a familiar look full your eyes as you quickly brushed away your falling tears. "Oh, fuck, sweetheart," Andy reached across and wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you cried. "I should have remembered he was here. M'sorry," He whispered.

How could he forget this was the prison your ex-husband was sent to? When Andy was trying to get your husband sentenced, he pulled some strings and had him trialed for not only domestic abuse, but rape and attempted murder. He had enough evidence against him and when the judge saw it all, he didn't hesitate to convict him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I should have thought." He pulled back and held your face in his hands.

You offered him a weak smile, "I'm fine, Andy, I'm sorry, I just... The thought of being in the same place as him again, scares me."

Andy held your face in his hands and pressed his lips against your forehead. "He can't hurt you anymore."

You nodded, "I know." You smiled softly as you looked up at him. "You best get moving." You nodded to the gates of the prison. "It's nearly time."

Andy looked over and met out a heavy sigh, "See you soon." He whispered and pressed his lips against yours before he opened the door and got out.

You waited until you couldn't see Andy any longer before you sat back and closed your eyes.

You weren't sure how long had gone by. But you were certain by the time Andy was back, it hadn't been very long. He slammed the door shut and stared straight a head, his hands gripping the steering wheel as his chest heaved.

"What--"

"SONOFABITCH!" Andy began slamming his hand against the steering wheel with a scream.

"He said no, didn't he?" You said.

Andy scoffed, "He belittled me." He looked at you. "Said I abandoned him. Said I was a  terrible father-" He punched the steering wheel again. "Then, he said no."

You reached over and placed your hand over his. "I don't want to sound like an asshole or anything, but you knew he would."

Andy groaned and dropped his head forwards onto the steering wheel. He turned his head to look at you. "M'sorry," He sat up and reached out for your hand, raising it to his lips. "I hate that he's my father. I don't want people thinking, Jacob, is anything like him."

You nodded. "He's nothing like him, Andy." You smiled softly. "But being like this, beating yoursekf up because he's a... Sadistic cunt, isn't going to help matters."

Andy nodded, "I know... I know." He groaned and dropped his head back. "Bastard."

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[yyxgin]

A SONG REQUEST

"with you, feel like summer."

~ where you always listen to the same radio station and he lives in the apartment complex opposite of yours. perhaps you play your radio a little too loud on sundays.

pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

genre: romance (fluff and a hint of angst I guess)

words: 2.3k

warnings: reader's a little sad in one part of the story,, also I don’t actually know that pancake song but I googled the lyrics and they’re nice lmao

„Hello! You're listening to Honey FM, this is Min Yoongi, your usual host! What is your song request, young man?“ you hear the smooth, honey voice calling from the radio.

You are currently sitting in your kitchen, eating your delicious lunch you've made yourself from the last bits stored in your fridge, hapilly watching people walk the street under your open window. The street is narrow, because the other apartement complex stands right in front of your window, but there's still plenty of people there as it's a short cut for people rushing to work.

„Hello! I'd like to request a song for this one girl who's always playing her radio super loud every sunday at this time. I'm pretty sure she's listening right now and eating her scrambled eggs.“ you hear other voice say. Perhaps you could say it sounded even more pleasent than the radio host's, but you swear to be faithful to the one and only Min Yoongi.

You look back to your plate of scrabled eggs and laugh. How ironic, it sounds just like you. Maybe that girl is your soulmate and you were destined to meet some day.

„Is there something you'd like to say to this girl?“ asks Yoongi, voice curious.

„Yeah, um.. No offence, but could you maybe turn it down a little? I live right opposite of you and it's slowly getting on my nerves.“ you hear and laugh out loud.

„Also, could you maybe look out your window to see me instead of laughing?“ his voice changes into irritated, but playful at the same time.

Out of curiosity, you look out your window as if the guy was talking to you to see a young man standing in the window opposide of yours with a phone pressed to his ear. You see him smirk and wave at you, making your heart jump.

„What song would you like me to play?“ asks Yoongi again as your eyes never leave the boy in the window.

„Could you maybe play Blueprint by Stray Kids? She seems to enjoy their music a lot.“ he giggles and your mind takes you back to all the times you've danced in your kitchen to their songs, singing your heart out. You suddenly feel red in your cheeks.

„Coming right at you! Did you hear him girl? Tone it down a little! But only after listening to this song requested only and only for you.“ Yoongi's voice slowly trails off as the first tones of the song start playing, making you feel excited in your bones.

The boy only stares at you for a second before he slowly turns around with a huge smile and dissapeaes further into his own apartment.

„Hello! You're listening to Honey FM, this is Min Yoongi, your usual host! What is your song request?“

It's sunday and you're sitting in your kitchen eating lunch with your windows open and your radio on full volume again. You feel good, happy, even. The weather got warmer and it finally feels like summer.

„Hi! I'd like to request a song for the girl blasting her radio again, because it seems she didn't learn her lesson from last week!“ you hear a familiar voice call out, making you snap your head and look out your window.

„Poor girl! Well, could you blame her? At least she's having fun. What song are we playing for her?“

„I think she hates metal music, so I'm requesting Enter Sandman by Metallica, hope she turns it down this time.“ he laughs and you see him smile in the window. His plan is evil, but he sure does not look evil at all. His smile could light up the world and you swear you feel your lips turn upwards to mirror his.

„Here you go then! Girl in the window, don't dissapoint the poor boy again!“ you hear Yoongi say and you face palm as you see the boy put a winning fist up in the air.

But to tease him even more, you don't turn down the music. You stand up and dance along instead, your whole performance being watched by a smiling boy with sparkling eyes in the window opposite of yours.

„Hello! You're listening to Honey FM, this is Min Yoongi, your usual host! May I ask your song request?“

„Hey! It's me again, I'm calling for the third time in a row now. I'd like to request a song for the girl in the window, like always. It seems that this is our only way of communication because I'm not going to act like Taylor Swift in that one music video, if you know what I mean, but I'd like to tell her that her pancakes are burning.“ a familiar voice says and you panic.

You've been so immersed in the music, you haven't noticed that in a few moments, your whole kitchen could be on fire because you've forgotten about your pancake.

You swiftly take a spatchula and flip the pancake, face palming yourself in the process and giggling a little at the black color of the pancake. You surely aren't going to eat this one.

„Girl! Be more careful while cooking, I know our music occupies your mind a lot, but make sure this poor boy doesn't have to call fire-fighters instead. Anyways, what song are we playing for the nifty girl?“ Yoongi's voice is full of enthusiasm and joy, it seems like he enjoys the ever occuring calls he gets from the boy every sunday.

„Let's play her Banana pancakes by Jack Johnson, so she doesn'g forget about hers again,“ he snickers and you feel your cheeks burning a little again.

The song starts after a while and you can't help but smile the whole time as you're making your pancakes, making sure not to burn any more of them, not knowingly being watched by the boy matching your food choice in the window opposite of yours.

You're pacing in your kitchen, changing your clothes every few minutes. The radio is loudly playing, but you're hardly paying any attention to it with the fragile mental stabillity you're in right now.

„Hello! You're listening to Honey FM, this is Min Yoongi, your usual host! What is your song request today?“

„Hi! It's me again. I'd like to say something to the girl in the window. Umm.. I don't know where you're going, but you look beautiful so please stop worrying and changing every few minutes.“ he softly laughs and makes you stop in your tracks.

You slowly look out of the window and see him there, in gray sweatpants and a black over-sized t-shirt. He's holding a coffe cup in one hand and his phone in the other, but his gaze is focused only on you.

„You hear him, girl? Stop worrying. But what if she's going on a date, though?“ asks Yoongi and you feel your cheeks burning as if you were caught.

„I hope she has fun, then!“ he says and you see him smile, but it doesn't really reach his eyes as it always does.

„What song are you requesting for her?“

„I don't know, man. What makes you beautiful by One direction? It kinda fits the mood right now.“ he cracks up and his eyes crincle at the corners along with his nose, making him look like an adorable bunny.

„One direction it is. Have fun, girl!“ you hear Yoongi say and even if you were supposed to leave right now, you don't. You stay in your kitchen and listen to the song the sweet boy requested for you, because there's just something about him that makes you want to stay.

After the song ends, you leave. You don't see the boy silently watching your steps through the window.

„Hello! You're listening to Honey FM, this is Min Yoongi, your usual host! What song may I play for you?“

You quietly listen to the radio and watch people with blurry eyes. It's raining and everyone's running home with umbrellas over their heads. You slowly move your gaze at the glass of wine you're holding in your hands and finish it.

„Hey Yoongi, it's me again. I'd like to request for the girl in the window, because she seems a little sad today. I don't know what happened, but I want to cheer her up a little.“

„I'm so sorry to hear that. What song are we playing for her?“

„It's Promise by Park Jimin. This song means a lot to me and I hope she'll feel a little better after hearing it.“ he mumbles.

„Cheer up, girl from the window!“ says Yoongi before the music starts.

The sound of rain blends a little with the words of the song, but you don't dare to look at him through the window as your sobs only pick on their intensity. You clench the empty glass of wine in your hands and helplessly try to catch air.

But when you finally stop after a while and look out the window, you see his face in the dark apartment, still watching you. You snicker at the realisation that this poor boy cares more about you than the guy you went on a date with last week ever did.

„Hello! You're listening to Honey FM, this is Min Yoongi, your usual host! What can I play for you?“

„Hey! It's me again!“

„Hey! Is the girl from the window feeling any better?“ asks Yoongi and you feel your lips quietly turn into a smile.

„I hope she is! Anyways, I'm requesting a song for her today because I just felt like it, you know. I have nothing on my mind right now that I want to say to her, just that I'll enjoy the song with her.“ he says and you look out the window to see him already standing there.

„What song is it than?“

„It's Fancy by TWICE. I hope you dance with me, window girl!“

The song starts playing and you see him slowly start moving into the rythm as he begins to dance. His dance moves are really silly and you can't help but mirror them as you giggle at him.

The tones of the music are so carefree and you feel like you never want to stop dancing. With him.

„Hello! You're listening to Honey FM, this is Min Yoongi, your usual host! What is your song request today?“

„Hey! It's me again. It's the last time I'm going to call, I promise.“ your breath hitches upon hearing these words.

„And why is that?“ even Yoongi sounds a little sad to lose his stable caller.

„Well, you see… I kinda have a crush on the girl from the window and I can't stop thinking about her recently, so I'm shooting my shot today. I know you're listening, so, if you wanna, we can meet in front of your apartment complex. And maybe go for a lunch. If you want…“ he trails off and your heart picks up on speed.

„This is so sweet of you! I'm glad I can be the help to pass the message. What song are we playing as the last one from your journey?“

„It's Our Summer by Tomorrow x Together, because when I see her, it truly feels like summer every time.“ he softly laughs.

„Okay! So, the girl from the window, we know you're listening! You have an only chance to meet your admirer, so after the song ends, don't waste any time in running out of your apartment complex and meet him!“ says Yoongi and the song softly starts playing.

„I'm glad I could witness this romance bloom, kids.“ you hear him fake-crying as his voice dissapears entirely and the song plays on full volume.

Any other time, you wouldn't leave without listening to the song the boy requested for you, but today, you have no time to waste.

You take your keys and run out of the apartment complex only in your flip-flops, not even bothering to turn off the radio. You see him standing there right after you open the glass door.

His smile only grows wider as you cut the short distance and run into him, finding your place right in his arms.

You feel his hands gently squeezing your waist as he puts his head on your shoulder, breathing in your scent.

You hear his muffled voice as the soft tones of the song coming from your window make you feel truly special.

„I'm Jungkook, by the way.“

„Hello! You're listening to Honey FM, this is Min Yoongi, your usual host! What song can I play for you?“

„Hey! My name is is Jungkook and I'd like to request a song for my wonderful girlfriend, because it's our anniversery today.“ you hear the voice of your boyfriend coming from the radio as you watch him in the window waving at you with a huge grin on your face.

„That's wonderful! How did you two guys meet?“ asks Yoongi with curiosity.

„Well, actually, I requested a song for her over here every sunday for a month a year ago.“ explains Jungkook and you can't help but laugh out loud at how ridicilous it sounds.

„Oh my God! Is this for the girl in the window?“ gasps your favorite radio host as the realisation hits him.

„Yes! Do you remember us?“

„Of course! What song can I play for you two?“

„It's the same song as the last time I called, because it was the song I heard while something new and wonderful was only at the beginning. So, I'd like to hear Our Summer by TXT again.“

„Sure! Any other words you'd like to say to your girlfriend?“

„Yeah… Y/N, I love you! And don't forget to be out in 5 minutes so we can leave for our lunch." he giggles as the song starts and you can no longer deny it, the boy from the window truly cares for you the most.

[chibinekochan]

Obey me brothers and a foreign Mc pt.4

Beel: Can you get me the spatchula?

Mc: Sure, but what is that?

Beel: The tool you need for turning food.

Mc: Ahhh hold on. *hands him the tool*

Beel: Thx.

*A bit later*

Mc: Where is the Schneebesen? Oh wait… ummm the thing you whip cream with?

Beel: I get it for you.

MC: Thank you. What is it called again?

Beel: No clue. I always say the whip thinky.

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spook spatchula, keep this a secret. I really don't have boob sensors.

 .... then why would you -----  

[peralta-posts]

2 men, 4 spatchulas

[faghubby]

FAIRY TALES

I had my head buried in a pillow my ass in the air. As Jan drove her 8 inch strapon in and out of my ass. My dick waving slightly as it was locked in a pink plastic cage. This was nothing new Jan had been dominating me for several months.

This time though we had gone to my mom's for the holiday and as Jan pounded me in my old bedroom. My mother walked in.

"Oh sorry" my mother said shocked.

"No worries we are done anyway" Jan said pulling the toy from me. My mother paused then just closed the door.

"I guess your secrets out" Jan laughed and smacked my ass. I wanted to rush after my mom and explain. But I had to remove Jan's harness and clean everything first. Jan just pulled her dress back down and left not even putting on her panties. By the time I came downstairs. My mother, Jan and my little sister Bree where all in the kitchen.

"He isn't very big, and is quick on the draw" Jan was telling them.

"How's that ass feel?" Bree asked. My mother was unable to not snicker at the comment as well.

"FUCK OFF" I shot back at Bree. Jan jumped up and pushed me right over the kitchen counter. My mom had been baking. Jan grabbed a spatchula from the bowl and spanked me over and over.

"Appologize to Bree now" She told me.

"I am sorry Bree" I said head looking down

"She was concerned about you and you attacked her for no reason" Jan continued. "We are guest in her home" She continued to berate me. Although it was my mom's house Bree still lived there.

"I think you should do her chores while we are here" She told me.

"Yes, dear" I responded.

"Bree could you please make a list of your chores so Timmy can do them for you during our stay" Jan asked. Bree stiffled an all out laugh. While my mother just looked on shocked. Bree started texting. Then my phone dinged she had sent me a list of chores. Jan took my phone and forwarded to her as well.

"Might as well get started" Jan said dismissing me. I heard them I. Whispered voices after I left the room. And went to clean the bathrooms. Jan also had me clean up for my mother so they could go last minute shopping.

"Don't worry he will finish the cookies and have this all cleaned up before we get back." My mother was doubtful I had never done any of my chores as a kid unless she stood over me. But Jan insisted and the ladies left me alone. I knew Jan would expect everything done and no shortcuts before they got back. They where gone for hours. I had done all Bree's chores. Cleaned the kitchen top to bottom finished all the cookies. Then vacuumed and made all the beds. When they got home I even had a fire in the fireplace and candles burning so I smelled like Christmas.

"The house looks wonderful" my mother praised. Even Bree had nothing negative to say.

The tablecloths are still in the dryer, and I just put dinner in the oven" I informed my mother. She gave me a big hug.

"Bree got you something" Jan told me. Bree was a little awkward about giving it to me.

"Not sure if you will like this but thought, maybe" She handed me a pink Victoria Secret bag. All the ladies looked on as I pulled out a pair of panties that said ho ho ho on the ass. I had never worn panties and looked at Jan she just smiled.

"Thank you" is all I said

"Well I will finish dinner Tim, why don't you take Jan out and show her around town." She suggested I grabbed my coat and Jan and I went for a walk in the snow.

"Do you like Bree's gift?" Jan asked before we even got to the driveway.

"I never" I started

"I know but you could" She told me as she held my arm we walked around the block.

"You did a nice job cleaning up today" She to me. We stopped and chatted quickly with a neighbor.

"Tim, I that you" Mrs Herrend called out from her porch trying to move a big box inside. I ran over to help.

"Come in come in" She told me. "Its a present for my grandson" She told me. I introduced Jan. Then we where on our way.

"She was nice" Jan told me. "And you didn't even hesitate to help her" She was proud of me. A few months ago I was a self centered ass. That would have never offered to help. Let alone clean my mom's house.

When Jan had told me she had had enough, I begged her to reconsider. That is when she locked me in chastity. After that changing my behavior was easy she had told me. At first it was a few days then weeks. Now it was almost 2 months. She had first pegged me about a month ago. And now we both loved it. I had a strapon as well that I used on her. But mostly I just preformed orally.

"Through there is where we used to go party" pointing to a trail behind the ball field. "There is an old cabin back there"

"Show me" Jan said so I led her down the snowy path. The cabin was still there. Inside Keri hiked up her dress She still worn no panties. She pushed me to my knees and I dove in eating her as she leaned against the wall. Just then the door opened and in walked a tall man.

"Whoops" he said. Jan dropped her dress and I stood.

"Tim?" Charlie laughed. Charlie was my best friend in high school.

"Jan, Charlie Charlie Jan" I introduced them

"Sorry I am interrupting" Charlie said

"Nonsense" Jan replied. She asked several questions about me in school all the whole flirting with Charlie. Charlie looked over at me several times. I said nothing.

"Its cold let's go back to your place Charlie" Jan told him taking his arm. He lived just on the other side of the ball field.

"My mom and Dad are working" he informed us. Charlie house was always a bit run down. But I loved hanging out there growing up. As soon as we where inside Jan kissed Charlie deep on the mouth. She looked around.

"Timmy, why don't you help Charlie here and do the dishes as he shows me around. She led him upstairs. She had never openly cheated on me like this but I couldn't bring myself to argue. So I set out cleaning up. His parents worked alot so the house was never "clean" so to say. I heard the notices of sex coming from upstairs.

Jan appeared about 30 minutes later I had cleaned most of the kitchen.

"We need to get going dinner be ready soon" Jan told me. She called out her goodbyes to Charlie and we left.

"I would like you to wear Bree's gift tomarrow morning when we open presents" Bree told me. As she held my arm all the way home. I didn't bring up Charlie neither did she.

After dinner I cleared the table and did the dishes it was bree's chore. Then Jan took me upstairs. Where she disrobed. I could see dried cum all over her leg and matted in her pubic hair. She just smiled.and went to take a shower. My mother knocked on the door loudly then waited.

"Bree and I are going to church" She informed me. I just shook my head knowing it was an offer to come along. Just then Jan came out of the bathroom in her robe

"He would love too" She told my mom.

"Be down in 10 minutes" She continued. My mom openly happy I was going didn't argue how.

"Get changed" Jan told me. She pulled out clothes for me. Slacks and a button down shirt. Then the panties Bree had bought me. And a pair of her stockings.

"Not a word" She warned and helped me get dressed. Then spritzed me with her perfume. I was ready in 5 and met my mom at the door.

"You smell nice, like Jan" Bree smiled.

"Thank you" I answered Jan smiling from the top of the stairs. I sat through service and mom telling everyone how well I was doing. It was Christmas service so it was midnight when we got home.

"You should shave your legs if your going to wear pantyhose" Bree said as soon as we walked inside. This made my mother look as well and I think she was more embarrassed. I headed straight to bed. I found Jan naked covered in cum.

"Charlie bought your friend Pete with him" She whispered in my ear.

She kissed me and I could taste cum on her lips. I pulled away.

Jan pulled my hair and kissed me again.

"How dare you pull away" She whispered. And pushed my head to her cum covered tits.

"Taste them" again she rasped. Not wanting to attract my sister or mother I did as told. As I finished shepushed my head south. And I ate my first creampie as well. She held me all night wanting me to keep the taste of them in my mouth. I woke early I always did now. The cage made it hard to sleep sometimes. Jan was sitting up when I returned from the bathroom. She had several presents laid out.

"You should open these in private" I opened the first it was a new chastity cage steel and smaller. Jan immediately swapped them. She had a ice pack handy. She obviously planned this all.

"So?" She asksd

"Its a bit tight" I whined

"You will shrink into it" She smiled.

Next was a new more realistic attachment for the strapon it was alot bigger.

"We can try that out later" She giggled

Next was a set of pajamas they where obviously woman's pajamas with lace around the edges. the bottom where either shorts or pants. Jan told me to wear the shorts. We got up and went downstairs Bree and Mom already there handed us each a coffee. Mom looked at our matching pj's. But Jan wore the pants. I handed out the presents like I had always done since I was a kid. As I bent and twisted.

"I know what to get you for your birthday" Bree said pulling down my pj's to expose the panties she had gotten me.

"He wore them all night" Jan informed her. They talked as if I wasn't there, about me needing to shave my legs. Mom ended the sex talk and focused on Christmas. All presents handed out.

Jan looked around. "Where is your present to me?" She asked a bit disappointed. I reached into the tree and presented her with a small box.

"Will you marry me?" I asked a bit shocked she pulled me from the room. And in hushed tones.

"Nothing changes" She told me "it may get worse, I will never let you out" She told me.

"I know" I responded She kissed me and said yes then informed Bree and my mom everyone was excited.

Then Bree asked, "Who will wear the wedding dress?"

"We will have to wait and see" Jan responded.

And we lived happily ever after.