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khaiens · 3 months
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becca-e-barnes · 2 years
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Becca, darling! I am one again thinking of Lee and what he would be like if he had the reader sat in his lap, maybe trailing her smaller delicate hands over his softer rounder tummy whilst also feeding slices of (perhaps home-made especially for her favourite sheriff?) pie or tasty pastry treats. Her knowing how hard he works and she just wants to make sure he's cared for
Maybe things escalate from there as she begins to subtly grind herself against his thigh...
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No because I literally love this. This isn't something I've ever written but I find it so hot! That whole concept of food and sex and the satisfaction that you feel when both are so good? Plus I love baking so this is it for me
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Like I love the thought of baking something special for Lee. Maybe a cherry pie bc that's my favourite dessert. He'd watched you make it with a soft, content smile on his face, trying to tear his eyes away from the swell of your ass and the way it's framed by the edges of your apron.
As the pie cools down, he notices the little cracks forming in the pastry, his mouth watering at how the syrupy crimson filling peaks through. The light dusting of sugar on top doesn't help him restrain himself either, never mind the smell of freshly baked buttery pastry that's been wafting from the kitchen.
"Don't touch. baby. The pie is for Sunday." You smile, giving him a gentle kiss that makes him groan in frustration.
"Tha's not fair and you know it, Sugar." He groans, squeezing your ass after tugging you against him by the apron strings. "You gonna deny me a little slice of pie? On my birthday of all days?" He knows exactly how to get what he wants and damn him, it's working.
"Won't even make ya put a candle in it for me. Jus' lemme have a little taste. We can pretend it never happened." He won't relent and you know it. Not until he's watching a knife glide through the soft crust with the gentlest crunch.
It's not easy denying him, especially when the pie was his request. "Just a taste." You agree, rolling your eyes before giving in and cutting him a slice.
The filling is ever so slightly too wet, a testament to how fresh the cherries were before they were baked. The way you slide into his lap makes him perk up but his eyes don't leave the dessert plate and pastry fork in your hand.
He doesn't move to take the plate from you, looping his arms around your waist and smirking to himself as you load up the fork before bringing it to his lips.
God, the filling is delicious. It's sweet and decadent and reminds him so much of you. "Oh Sugar, you've outdone yourself this time." He moans, making a show of letting his head flop backwards as he chews. His eyes close of their own accord and it briefly reminds you of the kind of ecstasy you've seen him experience so many times before. Often in this same kitchen chair.
"You like it, Lee?" You smile, trying to ignore the strength of the throbbing between your thighs as you scoop more dessert onto the fork.
"Fuck sweetheart, you have no idea." You bring the utensil to his mouth once more before resting both the fork and the plate on the kitchen table as he chews.
Your hands roam over him slowly, a little more reverent than the way you usually touch him. You admire how even over his shirt, your fingers still sink into his soft, doughy tummy just a little. You've put a few extra pounds on him since you got married, not that either of you are complaining.
You know he can't be comfortable. That belt has been getting a little tighter recently and it shows now that he's sitting down. Without wanting to make a big deal, your hands trail lower, landing on the buckle and undoing it. He lets out the most content huff of breath, chewing methodically as you go back to rubbing his tummy.
"God, it's good." He whispers, letting you feed him another bite. "And all fuckin' mine." You're not sure if he's talking about the pie or you anymore and you can't find it in yourself to care. His thick thigh is wedged neatly between your legs in a way that has you rolling against it, letting gasps fall from your lips while your husband just watches.
"Is this doin' it for ya? Cause baby, every time you cook for me, I leave the table half hard and way too fuckin' full." He admits, holding your waist and watching the way your eyes flutter shut.
"Lee, that's..." You begin but the lust has all your thoughts a little scrambled.
"Hot? Cause I can feel what it's doin' to ya. Bet ya taste even sweeter than the pie right now." You're almost ashamed and it just makes you wetter, desperately riding his thigh as you lift the plate once more, your hands trembling ever so slightly.
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I don’t ship Namor and Shuri- I just LOVE the idea of Namor being a smitten simp and Shuri not giving a shit
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johnsspacesuittight · 8 months
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honestly idk what it is but Taskmaster NZ has a comedic energy that is unbeatable, like don't get me wrong og taskmaster is fantastic, but something about the vibes of nz gives it a slight edge imo
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ceaselesswwatch3r · 20 days
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a doodle i found in my sketchbook while going through it
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bag-of-milk69 · 2 years
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I’m just gonna say it
I love the new monster high
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ttrpbri · 11 months
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it's not totally done but check out my carrd
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thegaythespian · 2 years
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Wilbur and George’s bit on Instagram when they get food together will never not be funny
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shodansbabygirl · 2 years
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the nice thing about my HtN page, aside from reading HtN is ive realized I’m obsessed with websafe crimson 
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her.
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alithographica · 10 months
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"Stop being funnier than me on my own post" is one of my favorite healthy tumblrisms, along with things like "hang on lemme look that up...yeah this is funny" and explicit tone indicators (positive). Like yeah let's build a world where we playfully format healthy interactions. You made a post and you wanted to be the star but damn, you've really gotta hand it to this other person for their really funny addition, so here's the internet equivalent of giving someone a friendly punch on the shoulder while making sure they know they got a good grade in social interaction
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inkskinned · 10 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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rawstfish · 1 month
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I do like when people write robots getting off when you touch their insides. Like when you touch their wires and hardware they cum. That's so smart and I hope I continue to see it
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rottedberri · 2 months
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fucking lost media is the coolest oh my sweet golly gosh
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Am I the only one who likes the way Izzy talks? Like, it’s so satisfying to hear his voice
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adriles · 7 months
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when we’re done with our overwhelming grief we’ll eat i guess
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fluentisonus · 1 year
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He added, after a pause: “Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.”
Les Misérables, Volume I / Book V / Chapter III, trans. Hapgood
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