#stuffed veg

[pricetagged]

10 things for 10 people you want to get to know better~

Thanks for the tag @pricegouge and @syoddeye

Last song: 'cloudbusting' by kate bush bc it was stuck in my head, but technically the last song I heard was a splitknot/britney mash up that my friend stuck on at her house

Last book: Hao Jingfang, 孤独深处. Collection of scifi short stories, but it's a bit above my level, and there's no official translation, so I may have to admit defeat and come back to it in a few months. She has other stuff with official translations, though.

Last movie: Finally watched the original 'Fargo' a few nights ago!

Last TV show: I have time and attention-span commitment issues with TV shows. I seldom start them 😭 There are many on my 'to watch' list, though :/

Favourite colour: Black!! And shades of blue.

Relationship status: Extremely single

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: Spicy!! (sour too)

Current obsession: I've had time recently to restart some hobbies, like fermenting stuff and sewing. Made a dress on Sunday. Made vegan sour cream (that was meant to be yoghurt, oops) last week. Sounds v crunchy 😭 I just like making things with my hands.

Looking forward to: There's lots of stressful irl stuff happening atm, so I can't wait until I sort all of that out 🤷‍♀️ also might get some piercings bc a friend recommended a place nearby.

npt: @stellewriites @3amfanfiction @guhbwuh2 @gemmahale @red5tars @tempfrangit @w00lgathering @eilidh-eternal and anyone else who wants to try

[aralioideae]

we still have so much turkey left from christmas so im gonna make a pie tomorrow with it and the leftover ham and gravy to try and help us get through it all before it goes bad

the plan is shortcrust (already made and resting in the fridge overnight) for the base and sides and maybe a suet pastry top if we have enough suet, though I've made enough shortcrust pastry for the top as well just in case

[ca-d]

[holydivers]

i get that it's funny to make fun of items that are "needlessly" labelled plant based even though it's "obvious" that they already are but, fun fact, there are some ridiculous items that sometimes or always aren't vegetarian friendly that you might not expect include

frosted mini-wheats (gelatin)

altoids (gelatin)

twinkies (lard)

peanuts (gelatin)

juice (isinglass made from fish swim bladder)

and this is isn't even taking into account things like containing milk or egg products

so like yeah "plant based rice" looks pretty stupid but plant based doesn't inherently mean artificial or anything so much as "hey, we didn't throw surprise chicken broth in here"

[fvckw4d]

Tonight's dish: food pantry chicken and stuffing casserole with a side of physical agony.

[foodwithrecipes]

Milk and Fruit Dessert. Milk is an excellent source of calcium, which is important for bone health and prevention of osteoporosis. Milk provides high-quality protein , Read the full recipe https://foodrecipesoffical.blogspot.com/2023/12/481-healthy-food-recipe-layered-milk.html… http://foodrecipesoffical.blogspot.com

[confetti-critter]

Ooooooooogh spicy mango curry GOOD

[realcube]

dilf december

day fourteen ⭑ kiyoomi sakusa ⭑ feed the hungry !

tw: nsfw minors dni! oral (receiving), slightly foodplay, slight anal.

this would be your first time cooking a christmas dinner for sakusa since getting married.

it was important that you execute it well. as a divorced man, now in his forties, he had been married before and you worry that your cooking may not live up to the standards set by his ex-wife, and the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint him or remind him of what he missing, which put a lot of pressure on you to somehow curate an exceptional christmas feast all on your own.

but cooking a nice meal couldn't be too hard, right?

first, before you can even think about researching recipes or buying ingredients, you had to ask him what he actually wanted for christmas dinner, or what he was expecting you to make.

unsurprisingly, he tells you that he couldn't care less about what he eats on that day — to him, it's the same as any other night — so if you want to go all out and cook a large, impressive meal, then that is your decision, and he'll appreciate your effort. but he'd be equally as happy if you would rather save yourself the stress and just hire a chef, or even order take-out.

overall, he reassures you that he won't mind whatever you choose to provide for christmas dinner, in terms of food, as long as he gets to enjoy his meal with you in his company.

however, he does insist that there is one thing he has to eat on that day — something he's been craving for a while.

kneeling on the cold tiles of the kitchen floor, sakusa has his head tilted up, deep between your thighs, tongue gently lapping at your damp folds. his big hands keep your quivering figure in place, his thumbs situated on your ass and digging into your supple flesh.

you are stood against the kitchen counter, hands pressed against the smooth marble surface, still sticky and wet as you were midway through cutting up veg. about to start working on creating a stuffing before sakusa approached you from behind and started quietly flirting with you, nipping at the nape of your neck and pecking the shell of your ear.

you didn't think much of it until his kisses decended to your shoulderblades, then to your hips, and that is how you ended up in your current situation.

whining and pushing all the way against the counter, tits pressed against the cutting board as you are unable to hold yourself upright with how good he is treating you. flicking his tongue against your clit repeatedly , and making sure to explore every inch of your puffy lips. nibbling and sucking thoroughly as he goes.

since his retirement, he was experimenting with growing his beard out a little, and you really liked it — thought it was hot and mature and perfectly complemented his sharp features. but he noticed the stubble would make you squirm when he ate you out, to the point where it didn't feel as good as it usually does. you insisted that it wasn't a big deal and there are plenty of other intimate acts you can engage in instead to accomodate for his beard, but before the thought had even fully formed in your head, he already shaved the whole thing off. nice and smooth; no force in the world could keep his mouth off your pussy.

once your folds have been treated fairly, he plunged his dexterous tongue straight into your sopping hole, which was already breathing out tempting whispers, trying to lure him in. his tongue wormed around in your tight walls, poking and prodding at your sensitive insides, while his lips continued to work tireless against yours.

he'd moan against your already throbbing pussy whenever he'd get a proper taste of you, sending electric vibrations to your clit. "(y/n).." he murmured against your heat with his heavy eyes sealed shut, embrassingly wet noises emitting from your cunt as he spoke, "so fuckin' good.." he yanked his tongue out from your hole only so he could attempt to speak, then he immediately pushed it all the way back in, trying to get it as deep as humanely possible.

he does so by using his grip onyour ass to leverage you forward, closer to the counter so your pussy is situated directly in front of his face and he is able to thrust in and out of you without tilting his head. he also utilises this grip by letting his thumb sink between your cheeks to your other hole — toying with it and stroking — curious to see if he can get a reaction out of you.

though it's unclear whether your shriek-like moans were due to that, or the insane speed at which his tongue slipping in and out of your pussy, alongside his lips creating friction against yours. "omi!" your jaw hung wide open, and your eyes squeeze shut as you struggle to cope with the pure ecstasy his mouth sends blazing through you.

your legs have entirely lost strength by now, so sakusa is holding your up by the ass, and mercilessly devouring your cunt. naturally, it's not long before you climax right atop his face, pussy contracting around his tongue, but even that doesn't stop him from mouth-fucking you through your high.

even once your orgasm has ended and your beginning to come down, he still goes at it. he only stops when you muster up the strength to tug weakly at one of his shiny locks of hair.

he grunts and pulls away, only slightly, panting rapidly and clinging to your arousal-stained thighs. "another?" he managed to gasp.

[softerstill]

It's completely mindblowing just how round every part of you is, but it's really hot how your marshmallow orb of a belly is really starting to dominate your figure 😍 And you can't help but stuff it bigger!

What food have you eaten for your all-day stuffing so far?

So far lots of rice, meat, veg and sandwiches

Next up is a lemon loaf ☺️ (Don't mind the lines lol, I lie on my belly while I study a lot)

[candycryptids]

So, she really likes food but- crucially- her sense in the kitchen is ‘I like both of these things so why not both at the same time’ and there’s not a “wait don’t!” Stop-gate in her consciousness to keep her from making some potentially inedible to most people creations. mostly, the disallowance in the kitchen is because if she cooked to feed other people it may not even be something other people would eat, lmfao. She’s eager to help out tho- and I’m sure given time she can learn some actual recipes to make for everybody.

Lets see if i can phrase this correctly.

Which of your characters are more likely to cook for a group of people and which ones will wait for someone to cook for them?

Ok so this feels like it should be a scale…..

So to elaborate under the cut;

Vel has like a small crowd of children he’s taking care of. Feeding a crowd is second nature- especially on limited ingredients and picky palettes. Everyone feels better with food in their belly.

Mochiie is an adventurer and often somehow ended up the guy maintaining whatever perpetual stews or making the call to stop for lunch- and then feeding everyone. He likes cooking! He likes baking and sharing the kitchen with others. It’s bonding ok.

Tuesday CAN cook but can’t necessarily eat, but he loves to be helpful/of use. Usually someone else steps up to the plate of cooking first, so he takes a kitchen assistant role. Is also the guy you can count on to drive to pick up food to save the delivery fee (or even hit multiple restaurants. What a guy 😭✨)

Tangy can almost cook but probably shouldn’t be trying to feed more than herself- her creations can end up somewhat peculiar and niche in both texture and taste; but SHE likes eating them, so there’s no harm in letting her feed herself.

Tag isn’t like, a super remarkable cook but between him and his twin he has a little more skill in making something stretch to feed an unexpected amount of people. Like turning 2 eggs and a handful of random veg and leftover cuts into a meal for 6 or whatever.

Ishi’li CAN cook, but Kizuna does it so often and enjoys it so much more that they’re kinda just “kitchen company” instead. And they like it that way!

Khor doesn’t have a ton of passion for cooking (he enjoys mixology! That’s different though.) so he can cook for people in a pinch but he’s not his own first choice. A meal for many made by him would hit the basics (meat/grain/veg) and probably be satisfying, but like…. Yknow. It’s no egg sandwich from the Bismarck.

Lev can cook eggs. And roast meat! And probably make some other simple meals….. but he wouldn’t enjoy the pressure or workload of trying to cook for a group.

Colette would rather snack on something or order takeout instead of cooking. That’s someone else’s job. Hand her a bag of Doritos.

Gemmini is also the sort to just get take out…… but it’s like hot rollers from the gas station. Everyone pick out and pay for their own meat tubes ok :/ she’s getting a hotdog with shredded carrot and onion and sriracha and honey.

And finally, below even the text…..

Chuu literally created a robot (Tuesday) to cook for her. She doesn’t cook. She will starve if her MRE’s/Archon Loaf is out. Or chips. Like. She just won’t eat hot food if someone else doesn’t put in the effort to make it for her lmao.

Why are Vel and Gem + the Geneq twins on this list…? Cos I had ideas for em lmfao.

Who’s Vel? That’s a wild question. Isn’t it past your bedtime? Hes currently technically under re-construction along with all 5 of his kids, being a single father with your deceased friends children is painge. Technically, took Tangy in for a while pre-start of ARR.

[featherandferns]

day 6/24 - obx christmas countdown

‘Bless us all, who gather here. The loving family I hold dear’ - ‘Tiny Tim’, Bless Us All | fluff | jj x fem!reader

Preparing Thanksgiving dinner was jumbled, joyous chaos in the Pogue household. Roles were delegated and then completely ignored. Plans were laid-out before being woefully cast aside. The house smelt of cooking with a tinge of burning. Fingers stunk of vegetables and spices and beer and wine from the constant flow of drinks. Pope was in charge of the turkey: he’d studied the temperatures and the times and techniques and the tips. He had apparently mastered the science of cooking the bird to perfection. Nobody dared get in his way for fear of being plucked and basted next. Cleo was working on the sauces. Any sauce you can think of, and some that you probably can’t. Cranberry and apple and Jamaican hot. John B was on the yams and potatoes, and Kiara on carrots and sprouts. JJ? He was working pretty damn hard at nailing the stuffing. You and Sarah were on the desserts. The pumpkin pie was cooking in the oven and the two of you had now taken to decorating cupcakes with sprinkles, methodically placing each individual one atop of the wonky frosting. Christmas music hummed from the crackly speaker and chatter overlapped through the kitchen, broken up with laughter from time to time. 

When everything was on the hob and in the oven, new jobs were taken on. John B and Sarah were the pot washers and Pope and Cleo, the dryers. Kiara was readying the serving dishes and keeping a watchful eye on the pots to ensure nothing bubbled over. In the dining room, around the extended table, was you and JJ. He was carrying the plates in one arm and laying them out in everyone’s spot, and you were following behind with the cutlery and napkins. 

“So, what’re you grateful for?” JJ asks you. Someone laughs in the kitchen. You carefully line up a fork beside a knife. 

“Y’know. The usual. Sun, seltzers and sex,” you reel. JJ sniggers. “You?”

“My sexy girlfriend?”

“Damn straight,” you grin, catching his eye. The two of you continue setting the table. 

“Seriously, though. Any corny crap you’re grateful for?” JJ wonders. It doesn’t take much thought. 

“The fact that we finally got our home. After all the shit thrown at us, and all the wild goose chasing…We finally got it,” you quietly reply. 

“Shit. That’s a good one,” JJ smiles. He lays the last plate. You feel him watching you as you lay the cutlery beside it. “I think I’m thankful for having you. Sticking by me, y’know? No matter what.”

Your brows tug together as you look up at him. Your voice is sincere and heavy with trust as you say, “course. I’ll always stick by you.”

JJ presses his lips to yours and you smile into the kiss. 

“Dinner time, horn-dogs!” John B whoops. The two of you break apart with a roll of your eyes. 

“Way to kill the mood, JB,” JJ mutters, begrudgingly walking around the table to his seat. 

“What? Were you two just gonna do it on the table?” Kiara sarcastically wonders. She’s carrying a large serving dish filled to the brim with steaming veg. 

“Was thinking about it. I’m feelin’ really thankful for tables. And tits.”

“JJ, gross,” Pope cringes.

He’s followed by Cleo and Sarah who carry various plates and bowls. Pope carries the turkey, hands protected by oven mitts. Your mouth waters at the smell, eyes growing two sizes larger like a Looney Tunes character at the sight of the golden bird. 

“Hell freakin’ yeah,” JJ grins, clapping his hands together and rubbing loudly. 

You take your seat beside Sarah, Kiara opposite you. JJ sits at the head of the table. Pope carefully lowers the turkey to the table and the six of you sit, staring in awe, mouths hanging open. Compliments and praises and thanks are passed from person to person before landing in Pope’s ears. You had to hand it to him: he knew his stuff. 

“I’m so hungry,” Sarah sighs, reaching for the serving spoon wedged beneath the potatoes. 

“Same!” Kiara mumbles, grabbing for the tongs by the yams. 

“All our hard work paid off,” Cleo remarks in her thick accent. 

“Hey, hey, hey! We haven’t said grace yet!” JJ loudly reminds. 

Everybody groans but nobody complains. JJ holds his hand out to you and you take it with a smile. His hand clutches yours warmly. Sarah takes your right hand and you hang your head and close your eyes. 

“Let her rip, JJ,” John B prompts. It was a tradition for JJ to make the pre-dinner prayer. You were only mildly surprise to learn of JJ’s dedication to his religion. It shone through in subtle ways, like the light refracted from a disco ball. But it was sweet and admirable. He’d take the time to pray. Thanked God when something happened that he saw as a blessing. Showed gratitude for the smallest of moments. 

JJ clears his throat pointedly, causing a few of you to chuckle. He squeezes your hand gently before beginning. 

“Dear Lord. We thank you for this delicious Thanksgiving meal we’re all about to fuckin' demolish.”

You all laugh and it melts away like snow in spring. JJ's voice shines bright as he speaks.  

“Bless us all, who gather here. This loving - all-be-it - weird family we have. My family, that I hold dear, as you know. We ask you to lead us to the light and to let us always love each other. To let us hear the voice of reason, to help us run from anger, and to catch us when we fall. Teach us in our dreams. Be kind to those who don’t have a loving, weird family, or a meal like this. Be kind to those in war and famine. Be kind to those who aren't. We reach for you and we stand tall. And in our prayers and dreams, we ask you, bless us all.”

You’re surprised you have enough breath to murmur, “amen.” Your eyes feel damp, moved with emotion, as you open them. Everyone shares loving, understanding smiles with one another. Hands slip away and latch onto cutlery, but you find yours reaching for JJ’s hand. You guide his knuckles to your lips and you hold his gaze as you plant a quick, caring kiss. He smiles at you. A blush teases at his cheeks. What a man - a man who you get to love, loud and proud, and a man who loves you back. 

“I love you,” you mouth. His smile grows. He nods, murmurs it back, and you let his hand go. JJ takes a deep breath as he grounds himself back in the room. 

“Alright, Pope. You gonna carve that damn bird or what?” he declares.

The group hollers and whoops in agreement and Pope laughs, getting to his feet. As he slices into the juicy meat, your eyes scan the table. You can’t help but feel as though JJ hit the nail on the head in his prayer. Because you're here in the company of those who you love and you know that you belong. And what more could a girl need?

[foreverinadais]

bad date: j.l

summary: you find yourself on a bad date. in desperation, you call your ex, jake lockley, hoping he can help you. which he does, in ways you never could've bargained for.

warnings: smut (eek), dry humping, kissing, light choking ig??? jake puts his hand around reader's neck, fluff, teasing, reader's date is a twat like he seriously sucks, angst but not with jake, no use of y/n or pronouns :) ~part of the ex! mk series but can be read standalone!!!~

word count: 3.4k

ex!mk series: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

It felt wrong to be on a date. Extremely wrong. You felt as though you were being disloyal, despite having no commitments, no one to be disloyal too. The events of a couple of weeks ago were still freshly embedded in your brain. It was as though every time you blinked, you remembered a different detail from your conversation with Marc, or a different look from your car ride with Jake, or a different touch from your comforting of Steven.

You had never been quite so confused.

You almost cancelled the date that had been scheduled for quite some time. But doing that would admit you weren’t over your exes. And admitting that would put all the work you had done in getting over them to shame.

So, you got ready, put on your finest outfit with the glamour you desired, and got a taxi to the restaurant you were meeting him at.

He seemed nice enough over text. You had shared stories, even laughed at his pick up lines. He was handsome in a way which felt… unnatural. You struggled to find attraction to other people after so long denouncing everyone. It felt odd to look at a person, that wasn’t your person, in any way other than politeness.

He had embraced you, even kissed your hand, and you worried as you felt nothing. He had opened the door for you, even pulled your chair out, waiting for you to sit and still… nothing. He was perfectly nice.

Until he started talking.

“I just do not understand the people who say looks mean nothing. I mean, obviously, I am attractive, I know that. And you’re decent looking. We’re attracted to each other, nothing wrong with that.” You cocked an eyebrow, taking a long sip of wine as you hummed.

“Right. I mean, I think appearance is surface level. Other things matter more, like how much you laugh together, your morals… good conversation.” He scoffed, waving over the waiter with just his hand. Ew.

“Should’ve known you would think like that. Crickey, wonder what other opinions you have in that brain of yours?”

“Actually, I have a lot.”

“Right, Would love to hear about those, that’s why I came on this date.” The sarcasm dripped off his words and anger bubbled in your stomach. You opened your mouth to talk when the waiter came over, notepad in hand. “I’ll have the steak -rare- with the potatoes and veg. Gotta get the protein in after a work-out.” You cringed and the waiter shot you a sympathetic look.

“And for you?”

“I’ll have the lasagne, please. With garlic bread.” The man in front of you chuckled, but it felt cold.

“Are you sure? Don’t want to have to kiss you with garlic breath.” Your stomach lurched at the thought of kissing him, but it was by no means a positive feeling. You would rather be sick.

“Make that extra garlic.” You said, and the waiter nodded with a smug, ‘certainly.’

Your date talked at you for the next fifteen minutes. He told you his life story, his career, about his friends and their “absolutely wild times, we go kinda crazy, you probably wouldn’t be able to handle it.” You were relieved when the food came out, so you had a moment of silence.

You wanted to leave. To shout at him, get up, and go. But you knew that wasn’t smart. He seemed like the type to follow you out the restaurant and ridicule you for making a scene, before claiming he was a ‘nice guy’.

You stuffed another piece of garlic bread in your mouth as you attempted to plan your next move. “These potatoes are vile. God, you want something done right, I can’t even eat this.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, instead shrugging.

You had eaten at supersonic speed to rush the date, to get home and snuggle under your covers watching a shitty romcom whilst eating the leftover cake in your fridge. You were relived as he swallowed the last bite of food, putting his cutlery down and sighing deeply. “Well that was a load of shit. The food, I mean, not you, darling.” You almost threw your food back up but managed to keep it down.

“Hmm. Right, should we-”

“Dessert first, right? Not that either of us need it but can’t have a date without something sweet.” The wink he sent you made your whole body curl in disgust. If you had to spend more than thirty seconds more with him, you were sure you’d end up stuffing your ears full of cheese just to never him speak again. This was the worst date you’d ever been on. You weren’t expecting the best date ever, but at least something to distract you from-

The idea hit you all at once.

Pulling out your phone, you pretended to look concerned, opening the one contact you knew would be readily available right now. “Excuse me, I have to take this.” You said as your date just shrugged.

Standing from your chair, you found an empty corner, hitting the call button and desperately holding the phone to your ear. It only took a couple of rings before you heard the familiar, “Yes?”

“Jake, you gotta pick me up. I’ll act like you have an emergency and you need my help or something, and then I’ll hastily leave, and you can get me in your cab and-”

“Woah, woah, slow down. What’s goin’ on? Estas en peligro? Are you in danger?” You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see you.

“Nothing like that. I’m just… this is kinda awkward but I’m on a date.” You could imagine him tensing up as his breathing changed slightly. “But it’s terrible and awful and I just, if I spend one more second with him I’ll end up killing someone.” Jake chuckled, and you scoffed. “It isn’t funny! Look, you owe me. And here’s your chance to pay me back like right now. As fast as you can. I don’t care how many laws you break getting here.”

“Relax, Carino. I got in the car when you started talking.” You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat and your heart skip.

“Thanks, Jake. I’ll send you my location.” He hummed, and you hung up, quickly sending the restaurant name before returning to your date.

“I’m so sorry but my friend’s had an emergency. This has been… lovely… though.”

“You’re leaving?”

“I have too, yeah.”

He scoffed, and you noticed a shift in his persona. “Figures. Everyone leaves me.”

“Nonono, it isn’t anything like that! My friend-”

“Likely story. You know, I’m too good for you anyway. You won’t get a date with someone like me again.”

“Well, thank fuck for that. In fact, I’m deleting every dating app I have just to make sure I never do!” It came out before you could bite your tongue, but fuck, it felt good.

“Whatever. Didn’t want to fuck you anyway.”

“Excuse me? That’s all this was? God, you’re such an arsehole! Fuck you, I’m leaving. I’ll pay my half at the till.” He started ranting about something, about how you ‘probably couldn’t afford it’ and how ‘you’re lucky he’s being nice’ but you were already walking away.

You paid for your meal, apologising to the waiter for the arsehole’s rude behaviour, but she just smiled and handed you a piece of dessert in a takeaway box; “It’s on the house.” You smiled, ignoring the shouts from your date as you left the restaurant.

You were beyond grateful to see him. He was wearing his driving gloves, the rough leather ones that you loved. He had got out the car, waiting anxiously to see you. You saw his sigh of relief when he did. You couldn’t help yourself.

You practically ran toward him, watching his face of shock turn to acceptance as you reached his arms. You wrapped an arm around his waist, careful not to drop your food as he engulfed you in a hug. “Hi.” You whispered into his chest, beyond grateful he was there. You knew you could look after yourself. You didn’t need a man to come to your rescue.

But he wasn’t just a man.

Secretly, you were looking for an excuse, any excuse, to call them again.

“That bad, huh?” He said as you pulled away, scanning your face as if he hadn’t seen you in years.

“Worse.” You wanted to convey a serious composure. It had been terrible. But if you didn’t laugh, you’d definitely cry. Jake rose an eyebrow as you began chuckling, covering your mouth to try to contain it. But eventually, it started pouring out, until you were out of breath laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Jake asked but couldn’t help smiling himself. “Huh?”

“It was the worst date ever.” You managed to get out, and even though Jake couldn’t quite understand, your laughter was so contagious, he couldn’t stop himself from joining in. People passing by shot you a few weird looks, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you released your emotions in the healthiest way you had for a while.

Eventually, you calmed down, wiping a tear from under your eye as Jake looked at you in admiration. “Want a ride?” You smiled, glancing back at the restaurant before nodding. Jake opened the door for you as you climbed in the cab.

“We have to stop doing this.” You said as Jake had pulled up to your flat. You had told him every detail about your date from hell, down to what seasoning you had on your food.

Jake had listened neutrally, apart from whenever you mentioned that man. His blood boiled as he thought about you on a date, thought about another man looking at you, making comments about you.

But he ignored the jealously, instead focusing his negative feelings on your date. “He sounds like a fucking asshole. Should’ve gone in there and given him a piece’f my mind.” He had said,gripping the steering wheel, but you brought him down, assuring him you had taken care of it and would be deleting him off every app you had him on.

“Doin’ what?” He asked, and you gestured between the two of you.

“Picking each other up? Calling each other? Seeing each other at all?” Jake nodded, but smirked.

“Almost like we can’t get enough of each other.” He teased and you tried to ignore the effect he had on you.

“Almost like you can’t get enough of me.”

“Ey? How’d ya reach that conclusion? You called us.”

“You called me first! I thought it was just something we did now.”

“Sounds like it’ll become a bad habit.”

“Maybe. But sometimes, I like being bad.”

“I remember.” The air shifted and suddenly, there was too much space between the two of you. You watched as he gulped, watched as the vein in his neck tensed and his lips twisted up in the familiar way they did.

“Thanks for the lift. Again.” You said, chuckling lightly, trying to clear the fog in your mind.

“Right. Anytime.”

“Anytime huh? That’s dangerous.”

“Maybe. But I like danger.”

“I remember.” You teased his words from earlier, and he shot you a small smile. Fuck, you wished he hadn’t looked over; and so did he. You held eye contact a beat longer than you had intended, your heart skipping a beat as his eyes flicked briefly towards your lips. You swallowed harshly, pulling yourself away from the moment, forcing yourself to make a move out of the car. “I should really…” You pointed toward your flat, smiling awkwardly as he nodded.

“Right. You should rest. I’ll see you, well, whenever either of us need a lift.”

You chuckled, nodding, “Well, thanks.”

“Por supuesto, anytime, seriously.” You didn’t want to leave. This felt different from every interaction with them since you had broken up. Something was screaming at you to stay, and you didn’t think it was the remnants of wine left in your system.

No, it was as if an invisible force was willing you to him, to his scent, his warmth, his stupidly attractive smirk. He noticed your hesitation, eyebrow raised in question. “If you’re gonna sit here all night, lemme know so I can turn off the engine.” He teased jokingly, and you forced a laugh.

“ ‘m going now, just… preparing for the cold.” He nodded but didn’t look convinced, amusement lingering in his features. “Okay, ready now!” You felt suddenly embarrassed, deciding to get the inevitability of your leaving over with. “Goodbye, Jake.” You said quietly, sticking your hand out as if to shake his hand.

“You want me too…”

“I don’t know! I thought it was a nice, civil gesture to end this terrible evening with!”

“A handshake…?”

“Fine, it was dumb anyway-” You began, retracting your hand before he grabbed it with his gloved one.

“No, no, c’mon.” He squeezed your palm with his own, and your skin tingled at the contact. The friendly gesture was corrupted in your brain as he shook your joined hands, a smug look on his face at the way your breath hitched. “There, happy now?”

You couldn’t think. Could hardly breath as you shook your head, ‘no’. Because it wasn’t enough. No amount of contact would ever be enough.

You didn’t think about the possible aftermath of your next action. You couldn’t think about anything but him. With zero hesitation, you were shuffling forward in your seat, hands falling on his jacket as you pulled him toward you slightly. Your lips barely grazed his, but it was enough to send your heart soaring.

No sooner than you had done it, you pulled away. It was his move. His cho

Jake looked to your gaze, then down to your lips, repeating the action twice. His eyes were glazed over, and you were sure his mind was reeling, his alters talking over each other, but he couldn’t hear anything apart from your heavy breathing and all he could smell was your perfume-

His hands cupped your cheeks, a small groan leaving his lips before they were on yours. You sighed in content, moving your lips with his as if you had never stopped. Your hands found his hair, tugging on the familiar locks gently as he traced your jaw with his fingers.

You didn’t ever want to stop kissing him. It felt so familiar yet so distant, as if you had only ever dreamt of moments like this. When in reality, you had kissed him thousands of different times. And it all came flooding in to this moment.

Jake pulled back slightly, breathless. You wondered why he had stopped, about to ask when you felt his thumb trace your bottom lip. Your breath hitched as he pulled lightly, your mouth obediently opening for him. He smiled before pulling his own lip between his teeth, eyes dark as he gently pushed his thumb into your mouth.

You made a noise of shock, but quickly pushed it away as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his thumb, inviting him to push further. Jake groaned, almost in disbelief, eyes never leaving yours. “Fuck, baby.” His words were drawn out, like they always were in situations like this. It drove you crazy. “C’mere, need you t’ be closer.” He said, voice husky as he apprehensively removed his thumb from your mouth, quickly silencing your groan of disapproval with his lips.

Jake pulled you over the gearstick, careful you didn’t hurt yourself, not that you cared at all about your safety right now. He sighed in relief as you swung your legs over his lap, straddling him as your arms looped around his shoulders, bringing him impossibly closer. “Relax, Carino, ‘m not goin’ anywhere.” He chuckled against your lips, but you hardly heard as you rolled your hips forward.

His chuckles turned into groans as you found a pace, desperate to feel him against you, everywhere. Jake held onto your waist, helping you move rougher against him, trying to keep kissing you but fuck it felt so good.

You pulled away first, breathing heavy in pleasure as small moans left your lips. Every sound you made only amplified what he was feeling, and he couldn’t help but clash his lips to yours just to swallow them.

“Jake.” You whimpered, and he couldn’t recall a time his name had ever sounded so good. It was euphoric, just hearing you say his name.

“Fuck, baby, you sound ruined, and I’ve barely even touched you.” His words elicited another moan from you as your head fell into his shoulder, hips rolling faster to chase a high you couldn’t reach on your own, or with any other partner you had tried with since them.

Jake squeezed the flesh of your waist, still guiding your movements as his other hand went to the back of your neck. He tugged you up, watching as your bottom lip slipped between your teeth. “Let me hear you, sweetheart. Lemme hear what I do to you.” He pulled your lip out from your teeth, and you let out a broken moan, eyes squeezing shut as his teeth bit possessively at your neck.

“Who’s makin’ you feel this good?” His voice had an edge to it, dark and dirty. It made your thighs clench harder around him.

“You.” You whimpered, eyes rolling back as you felt yourself hurdling closer to the edge.

“Not that prick from your date, huh? Ey, look at me. Who makes you feel like this? Need’ta hear you say my name.”

“You, Jake! Always you!” You practically sobbed, overwhelmed and so, so close. All your senses were heightened, and you couldn’t recall the last time you had felt this level of pleasure. And he hadn’t even touched you yet.

Jake chuckled darkly, his hand slipping up to your neck, squeezing only slightly, but it was enough to send your mind reeling. “Thaaat’s it.” His words were drawn out in arousal. You were at the edge, practically falling off, and Jake could tell. Even after all this time, he could read your body perfectly.

“You can let go, Carino. Let go f’me, c’mon, there you go.” He cooed as you clutched onto him, gasping and repeating his name like a mantra as you reached your peak. Jake kissed your shoulder, stroking at your back as your body shook with aftershocks. “Did so good f’me, baby.” He whispered and you practically melted against him.

The windows were covered in perspiration from the events inside the car, and your heavy breathing filled the car. Jake whispered terms of endearment in your ear as you snuggled into his body. It was hot inside his car, yet somehow, you couldn’t get enough of his heat.

Eventually, you felt strong enough to speak, lifting your head up to face him, skin glowing in a thin layer of sweat and euphoria. Jake’s smiled matched your own as he cupped your cheeks, bringing you in for another kiss. “Wow.” You whispered against his lips, and he chuckled, agreeing.

You stroked the side of his face, tracing the details of his skin with soft fingertips. Jake leaned into your touch, savoring the softness of your actions. Neither of you were thinking about the consequences. And if you were, neither of you cared. Not right now. He hadn’t felt like this in a long time. He had almost forgotten that happiness existed outside of you.

“It’s late.” He said suddenly, and you sat up straighter. “You need rest, especially now. I don’t wanna disrupt that.”

“Wait, what? I just kinda figured… you don’t want to come up with me?”

“Well… I thought you were finished.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t get to…” You looked down at his lap, at the prominent issue still there, and you smiled teasingly.  

“Trust me, baby, that was all I needed.”

“But I want to make it up to you.” You innocently ran a hand down his chest, stopping just before his belt and he tensed.

“You don’t have to-”

“I want too. If you want too.” You watched as he tutted, before nodding. “Please?” Your voice was soft but seductive as you ran a hand through his hair, placing a gentle kiss to the side of his jaw, then his cheek, then just next to his lips.

You felt drunk on him and you didn't care about what this could mean. How far it could set you back. You were too far gone, too deep already. You needed him. You always needed him.

Jake groaned, squeezing the flesh of your waist. “Joder eres tan bueno -fuck you’re so good-  when you ask so nicely, how could I ever refuse?”

a/n: i have never written smut before so this was a fun venture into it!!! i promise more parts are coming. i was conflicted on how to do this chapter but it kinda found it's own end. the next one will involve our other two boys yayyy :) i am really enjoying writing this series. thank you so much for reading!!!

tags: @rmoonstoner @marinalor @readingfan @neteyamsluvts @howellatme @nana90azevedo @midgardian-witch @daddyjackfrost

[bekkathyst]

Some of my favorite meals I’ve made this summer, most with either food from my garden or foraged!

Here’s what everything is:

Mushroom “pot roast”, chile verde rice bowl, squash blossom quesadillas, breakfast tacos, wild green pesto pasta with stuffed and fried squash blossoms, honey baked filo wrapped feta with garden salad, our birthday party feast (lots of fruit, big salad, garden focaccia not pictured, a birthday cake made with himalayan balsam blossom raspberry jam not pictured, and blackberry rolls), roasted veg mix with Bärlauchbutter, falafel with rice and cucumber salad, and my latest creation which is squash blossom mac and cheese with crispy garlic green beans. I’ll probably do another post with things that didn’t fit in this one!

Oh, this has been so fun! I’m now ready for many stews and soups and chestnuts and wild mushrooms, please 🌰🍄‍🟫🍄

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

toronto food adventures

thought I'd document new places I eat a bit better!

Anyways here's where I had breakfast

the place is called: Rustle & still

Had a lemongrass banh mi and a Vietnamese iced coffee

At 12-15 bucks or so before tax, it's one of the pricier banh mi sandwiches you can buy but boy do they not skimp on the fillings

Great bread, great pickled veg 10/10

Oh also I appreciate when they provide the option of bottled versions of whatever signature drink a place makes, since it makes stuffing it in my purse easier

[incorrectgarashir]

DS9 Christmas Traditions

Sisko: He goes all-out and spends all day in the kitchen. The Prophets help anyone who gets in his way while he's cooking up the Christmas feast of all Christmas feasts.

Jake: Peels all the veg because when he was little Ben told him he was the best at it. Still hasn't figured out this was a ruse. Takes a sneaky swig of something alcoholic when he thinks his dad isn't looking.

Kira: Initially feels awkward participating in a religious event that's not from her own religion (especially since interfaith events simply don't exist on Bajor). Eventually she really begins to enjoy Christmas, especially the mulled wine. She always puts her stuffing on to Jadzia's plate while Sisko isn't looking.

Julian: Brings Christmas cards and a box of mince pies that no-one asked for. Also brings mistletoe that no-one asked for. Steals the sprouts off everyone's plates because he unironically loves them.

Jadzia: Starts the day with mimosas and by midday is drunk and has eaten every sweet in the local vicinity (including all of Julian's mince pies). Half an hour before dinner Julian brings her round with a raktajino.

Worf: Is surprisingly good company at the Siskos' Christmas bash, but takes every opportunity to remind everyone that Christmas should be celebrated on the 7th of January, and that his parents would always make 12 different dishes. And that Minsk has the best Christmas market on Earth.

Miles: Having grown up with his mother's beautiful, unreplicated homemade Christmas dinners, he's now kind of numb with shock every year as he has to endure Keiko's "homemade" replicated knock-off KFC Christmas.... He usually turns up at Sisko's later on when the kids are tucked up sleeping to poach a plate of real food from his boss (who always cooks for the 5,000),

Keiko: She usually turns up later on to retrieve Miles but ends up staying to watch whatever Christmas movie the Siskos have put on. She also finishes off the mulled wine and steals Julian's sprig of mistletoe that everyone else avoided.

Odo: He takes a couple years to actually show up after first being invited and sits and scoffs about solids and their love of gluttony... The one Christmas he could actually enjoy the meal, he ate himself stupid, made himself very sick and had to go to the infirmary.

Nog: Points out every little thing that Sisko does 'wrong' according to his Earth guidebook's description of a typical American Christmas. Gets highly stressed whenever Sisko serves British Pigs in Blankets at Julian's request instead of American Pigs in a Blanket. Always points out that eggnog sounds like his name.

Quark: Doesn't get an invite, but turns up at Sisko's anyway because he'll score really good free food. He can't figure out why some of the hewmons have little ornaments of a bunch of people, a baby and some farm animals, so he instead tries to sell ornaments featuring Wall Street, cos surely the stupid hewmons should worship it instead?!

[plasticfangtastic]

Cozy Corner Domaystic--Prompt: 3. Grocery Shopping, 18. Snow Day, 21. Road trip (sort of)

Charred Steak

A Butchlander fic

Sypnopsis: Butcher is in charge of taking care of Homelander.

Tags: Fluff?, non-canon anything, partially-depowered Homelander, depressive, one-shot, not proof read i die like this.

word count: 1.5k words

This is the forth time he’s heard this song on the radio, one can only tolerate the same country cover before been driven insane but is better than nothing, their car only had an old stereo and he rather not drive in silence with this company, they’ve arrived to their cabin and found it more than just barren, ordered to stay out of sight and hidden until further notice so it was just functional not comfortable but at least it'll do, the snow was piling up and the sun had begun to set-- all Butcher wanted was anything in his stomach and a drink to warm him up, then worry about tomorrow and the road.

Leaving the cargo behind he headed to the nearest town over an hour away, in normal circumstance he wouldn’t dare leave this guy alone but now he can’t go anywhere, he’s bound to the ground like any other sad sod in the world should-- or at least for the most part, but he’s not complaining he himself doesn’t want to do anything, he’s rotting away on his passenger seat or the floor, the most he’s spoken this whole drive to the middle of nowhere America had been to complain about the amount of ads on the radio then over this song.

But Butcher pays him no mind.

This drive is short compared to the last few days, the song just an annoying reminder.

The supermarket is a little small, but he can at least take a breather in aisle dillydalling as he reads the ingredients and cooking instructions, he was no gourmand much less Gordon Ramsey so he would eat anything.

Homelander much the same--he had no taste for food not eating much either, losing weight to a worrisome degree even his bosses had ordered him to feed him, so he stuffed the trolley with a decent variety of things in hopes he liked something, he ignored the ringing on his phones, too exhausted to deal with the rest of the boys after such a long drive, just wanting to get back and eat.

He picks two packs of steaks seeing which was the best deal, he should buy the cheapest chuck knowing Homelander doesn’t deserve anything but dollar store steak but he puts the T-Bone on the trolley nevertheless, he can’t really brush away the image of Homelander’s distraught, how dead he was, after all these days bound together Homelander feel more like a husk dressed and bleached than his archnemesis.

Reading his shopping list he got he milk, the hot cocoa, enough water for a month, he got the bread, butter, canned chili and beans, too many cans that at some point he’s unsure if they will eat it all, toilet paper, frozen vegs and lots of steak, he shouldn’t be buying candies... Homelander seemed to despise anything with fructose unless its coke.

But he still throws a few in there.

Butcher almost wishes the snow buries his car and leaves him stranded if that meant he can stay away from the blond.

But he makes it to the cabin, he looks up and sees no smoke.

He ran as if his life depended on it, his mind only remembers the Homelander of the past, he’s gone and he’s fucked.

The door slams open and he’s taunting the air with his gun but all there is a mess hovering a dwindling flame, wrapped in a blanket and shivering, his foot sticking out and blue.

“You’ll get hypothermia that way… don’t you know how to keep a fire going?”

Homelander doesn’t reply, his eyes yearn to light up but he’s just there immobile on the ground and if his head hadn’t move just a second prior he would had thought it was a corpse. 

Homelander doesn’t move when Butcher fixes the fireplace again, but he will pretend to not have noticed that the man squinted and smiled as the warmth enveloped him, he catchest that odd look in his eyes as he touches him to put that poor foot back inside the quilt.

Butcher does his things, putting things away wishing he would help or talk but all Homelander wants to do is sit by the fire like a cat.

“They said on the radio that the snow storm is only going to get worse… we will be stranded so if you want anything I didn’t get at the shops you better speak up now.”

Homelander says nothing.

“You… whatevah…”

Homelander doesn’t do anything, Butcher can fix their temporary residency for a couple days without protest.

He looks at his watch and realizes that Homelander hasn’t eaten or drank anything for hours, he looks at the man grunting as he forces himself to care for him, picking him up from the ground and finally earning a response from the man, he looks at Butcher wincing at him trying to push him away but while there is strength that doesn’t match those thin arms, he’s still weak.

Dragging him up, the man looks away from him-- he looks more angry than ashamed

“I’m gonna make dinner. Be useful and set the table.”

Homelander stood there as Butcher looks back at him and for some disturbing amount of time Homelander stood frozen, but without making a sound he floats and helps him out, he moves smoothly and quicker than most but not in a manner that seemed natural for him.

“Is that… good enough?” His voice is so dry, it hurts to listen, he nods for putting a table wasn’t rocket science– what are you making?”

Butcher grins surprised to hear the bastard wanting to chit-chat.

“Steak and veggies.” He says bluntly.

“Better than slim jims and whisky…” 

He sounds normal for a second which gets Butcher to turn around, he much rather listen to this version of him instead of the corpse tied to him.

“You got milk but no whisky… Did you forget?”

Butcher eyes light up in horror, the snow so thick outside he knows it probably not a good idea to travel anymore not at this hour.

“You did get slim jims…”

“Is better if I stay sober if am s’ppose to be stuck ‘ere with you until I get my next orders.”

Homelander smile is more somber than Butcher wants to witness-- he can tell he's bullshiting him so his hearing isn't all gone, this situation is dire but he still looks at the disheveled blonde with a bit of anxiety, his suit long gone replaced by dark coloured sweats, missing a sock and a beard that's gone from scratchy to scruffy, Homelander has been docile for the most part, Butcher becoming his nurse bathing him, washing his hair, shaving that god awful beard... he’s been comatose for weeks, waking up and being no different than a vegetable, moved from coast to coast away from Vought and their minions, Butcher has gotten uncomfortably familiar with Homelander, so when he acts alive its great but it annoys him.

It was weird for Homelander to talk or move this much these days-- Butcher almost gotten accustomed to the potato sack, he can't tell if Homelander will act out but Butcher has learned some tricks to keep him tame.

He lowers the flame letting the steak sizzle and crisp and the veggies boil without supervision for a moment, as he maneuvers around Homelander to take a pack of Werther’s candy from the pantry, Homelander watchest him closely as he rips the candy open.

“You've been a good boy. Haven't tried to run in a whole week… thought you deserved a treat”

“Twisted ankles hurt so much more than I expected it… simpler to break them… what’s the point of running if it’ll hurt afterwards... don't get me started on sore knees."

“You won’t run anymore, right?” Butcher teases Homelander, pressing the cream coloured candy in-between his fingers lifting it towards Homelander’s mouth– you’ll be a good sweet boy for daddy and stay right where I tell ya to stay, right?”

“Is not like I can leave you.” He looks out the window– is also snowing quite a bit… we both can’t leave each other either way."

“So you’ll be a good boy and behave?"

“yes, daddy” He says mockingly.

Butcher presses the creamy candy on the blond’s lip his tongue stretching and catching those calloused fingers, Butcher knows he shouldn’t get to know him more, he hates the bastard, but as the man suckles on his fingers, remembering bittersweet memories-- Homelander is so sensitive to the pain, so sensitive to everything else too... he'll do anything not to feel pain but something else.

It was wrong, it was sick but Butcher found it cathartic, more cathartic than the bruise on Homelander’s neck... now a sweet shade of olive, his mouth watered at the thought of being trapped together.

Homelander smiled crushing the candy as Butcher’s fingers escape those sharp toothers, still sharp enough to rip bone clean, he knows well... he got the stiches to remind him.

“I don’t like well-done steak.”

“Youse get what you get.”

“You don’t like well-done either.”

“Fuck.”

The snow piles up, Butcher and Homelander eat in silence, the snow piles up outside, and the two stare at their plates in awkward silence.

Butcher smiles just a tad as the man can only muster a sizzle on the meat.

“See you do like it well-done, luv.”

“Gives it some flavor… you forgot to season it.”

“Butter and salt is enough.”

“Your people colonized the whole world for spices—

“Shut up and eat your steak!”

Homelander smiles, chewing loudly as Butcher wishes he’ll go back to being silent.