#if you don't want to have them with bred i bet they'd be nice with shallow fried potatoes or some vegetables that are kinda bland alone

[lockwie]

I had an urge to eat dandelions today and found out you could eat the unopened flowers and I did a little experiment and shallow fried them with some soya sauce and a little bit of balsamic vinegar until they start vaguely caramelising and I ate them on fresh bread and omg let me tell you I just went out again to pick some more in the garden because that shit was delicious

#a++ would recommend #also i ate some leaves as salad but they were a little too bitter i still ate them tho #if you don't want to have them with bred i bet they'd be nice with shallow fried potatoes or some vegetables that are kinda bland alone #or in an omelette or something #but on fresh bread it was heaven

[thevoidscreams]

Hello! May I pretty please request serf being bred by their white scar up against his bike?

You may. This is fantastic.

Pairing: Subdori (oc) x reader

Warnings: sex in public, breeding, rough sex,

Yall better hold the fuck on he's in it to win it and by it I mean getting you knocked up

(Also, sorry, it's pretty short. I'm not feeling the best today).

Subdori growled, his teeth clenched as he found you. He'd been looking for you for over an hour.

Turns out you'd been cleaning his bike, trying to get some downtime. The Astartes had been unusually insistent recently. You couldn't be sure why, but it'd left you sore afterward. Still, your body was used to it now, and even after a week of being bred nightly, you craved that ache and the sensation of being stuffed with his seed. You could imagine it sowing inside you and growing into a child for you to love and adore.

Your hands ran over the seat of the bike your lover rode into battle. It was nice to have some quiet time to yourself.

Subdori felt his cock twitch under his pants, seeing your ass from that angle gave him, many ideas. And he was going to partake in most of them. His approach was quiet. He's didn't want to scare you off, even if you were his and didn't need to be scared off. Subdori knew he'd been riding you a bit hard as of late.

But the teasing words of his brothers and the bets they'd been making had gotten to him.

'I bet I could get five women pregnant in the time it took you to get just your one.'

As if. He'd chosen you because he saw the quality of you. And he was glad to see that physical quality reflected in who you were as a person. He'd have you pregnant with in the week he was certain. You would make a fine mother for his children.

The first clue to you should have been the other serfs clearing out fast. Leaving their work unfinished. But you were too intent on your own work to register the odd behavior.

It wasn't until the hands clasped your hips that it dawned on you just how relevant it was.

"Subdori, my love, how are you?"

"I'm fine, but I've been looking for you for over an hour now." His hands held your hips, pulling you back to meet his hardening cock.

"I see, and am I in trouble for this?"

Subdori lowered his face down to your shoulder, mouth open, and let his teeth rest against the thin fabric of your shirt. It made you shiver with need, having been conditioned to the feeling of his live bites when you came. Now, the feeling made a surge of desire shoot through you.

"I would like to mount you now." Subdori growled.

"I bet you would big boy, but we're in the hanger. Not exactly the most romantic or private place to do this."

Subdori grabbed your waist and raised your body up to stand on the floorboard of his bike. "I don't see anyone who would object."

You rolled your eyes.

"I'm pretty sure the other serfs-" You made a gesture only to realize he was right. Every other person in the immediate vicinity had cleared out. "...well damn..okay."

Subdori chuckled, hooking his thumbs into the band of your pants, dragging them down.

"I see you have been thinking about this as well."

You shivered as the cool air of the room kissed your arousal soaked lips. "You put your mouth on my shoulder, of course I got hot." You grumbled.

His hand gently pressed you down, your chest resting on the wide seat as he freed his cock from the restraining confines of his pants.

"This is a good angle for you. We should do this more often." Your white scar huffed as he pushed his cock into the wet warmth of your cunt. You'd grown so used to having him in you every day that it was more of a comfortly snug fit rather than the burning stretch it had been when you first started sleeping with him.

Still, it drew a deep moan from you, the sound rising up from deep in your chest.

Subdori was pleased to no end by it. Knowing that his love, his little sparrow also enjoyed these times together made it all the more pleasurable.

He took a deep breath and massaged your hips, focusing on not cumming. He'd never tell you, but it was always a battle not to cum right away. You were simply too good a fit, and his body yearned to mark you inside and out.

When he had himself under control, he began, starting slow, angling his thrusts to drag over every place you loved. He was rewarded with the soft, whiny moans that he loved. It was music to his ears to hear you all but sing for him as he claimed you.

His own little slice of heaven within.

"Does my little sparrow enjoy this?" He teased, his manhood twitching as he drew another deep moaning breath from his love.

"Yes, fuck yes, please Subdori. Give me more." He bent forward over you, thrusting deeper.

"Satisfied?" His arms came to rest of the seat in front of your face as his body draped over your back and pressed you further into the leather covered padding.

There were a lot of ways you could have replied, but a deep hummed was all that would come out.

Feeling that he'd given you enough time to get well and truly settled his pace picked up, rutting you into the bike.

Beyween each wet slap of your arousal soaked thighs, he felt your heart hammering as your breathing quickened. You weren't far off and neither was he in all honesty.

"I want something from you sparrow."

"Yes. Anything." You panted as he nearly toppled his own bike over with how rough he was being. The world spins infront of your unfocused, lust hazed eyes.

"Scream for me." He latched his teeth onto your shoulder, biting down hard enough to mark, his canines drawing prickles of blood. His fingers holding you hips with bruising strength. Which for an Astartes was still restrained.

Subdori growled in satisfaction as your voice rang out. Calling his name loud enough that regardless of how far away they'd moved, the other serfs heard you in your moment of ecstasy.

It drove him over the edge, his hips not stilling for a moment as he rode out his orgasm. Working you both through the bone deep pleasure.

Subdori only let go when you began to whine in not pleasure but actual discomfort.

He pulled out, tugging your pants back up to cover you. Doing the same for himself. Then, scooping you up so less of his seed would be likely to leak out. Kissing the bite mark tenderly to relieve the ache.

"I should take you to the apothecary, I bit too hard." The jump from rough beast to caring lover was always a treat to behold.

"Good idea. I need to go back to get the test results anyways."

"Test results?" He questioned.

"Yeah, I've been feeling a bit off for a bit now and wanted to see what was up." You looked up at him.

"Why have you not told me this?" He sounded more concerned than upset.

"Cause it's always after you go off to train in the morning, and it's better after you get back to take me to breakfast."

He hummed. "Only in the mornings?" That is strange.

"I don't think it's anything to worry about Dori." You kissed his cheek.

"I hope not. But we will know soon enough."

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder, smiling up at the man you loved.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #40k #my writing #warhammer 40k x reader #Subdori (oc) x reader #white scar x reader #oc x reader #my oc #Mating Press March

[olderthannetfic]

How was the day of bananaing?

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Bananariffic!

Once fully ripe, the gros michel do taste pretty different from the cavendish. I wouldn't say they taste more different than the difference between a manzano banana and a cavendish or a baby banana and a cavendish.

We started with fried Hawaiian plantain, and then tried the small amount of non-gross saba I salvaged from my moldy bunch. They were... uh... okay, I guess. I'll have to try them again later when I have time to ripen them correctly because I couldn't tell if the funky flavor was due to them being overripe or if they're just kind of weird tasting.

We moved on to the real banana comparison of manzanos, baby, cavendish, and gros michel. (Alas, my red bananas were not ripe in time. And the manzanos were barely ripe.)

We finished up with baked plantains. And also, it was fucking cold, so here's a picture of one of my Jewish friends wearing that horrible novelty blanket from the viral Hanukkah merchandise post. (Did I buy this and inflict it on friends? Of course I did.) Long live the Hanukkah nazgul!

And now, the info you've all been waiting for: What do they taste like and were all those Captain America fics right?

...

They're hard to describe?

That's horribly inadequate, but it's true. They taste different, but it's kind of like how different apples taste different. And I don't mean like granny smith vs. gala. I mean like pink lady vs. gala.

When people say that gros michel are more "candy-like", that's true, but not in quite the way I imagined. They're not really any more sugary than the cavendish. They're sort of brighter and more intense. When a little overripe, I suspect they'd be cloying in a way cavendish rarely are due to blandness.

I guess you might say they're like a cavendish with a hint of the flavor of very, very ripe baked plantains, but much lighter and less woody. That's the sort of "candy" vibe people mean. (Not the caramelized plantains either. The ones you let get suuuuper ripe before baking in the skins, as pictured above.)

What they almost remind me of is the smell and flavor of an overripe cavendish, except they're still nice and firm and pale yellow, not gloppy and old. And for this reason, not everyone present was fond of them. There was some cognitive dissonance because they seem like they should be riper than they really are.

One person preferred the manzanos (because some people are just wrong). Some people preferred the cavendish for being a little blander. The gros michel were a hit with the people who like their bananas well ripened usually. Those of us who like barely-ripe bananas didn't find the gros michel wildly better than the cavendish, though a lot of us thought they were a little better.

I am not at all convinced that Steve or Bucky would notice that Bananas Taste Funny Now. I mean, they might. But they might also think most produce, meat, milk, and a lot of other things all taste funny. They might be the prissiest farmers' market shoppers ever, drinking only the frou-frou milk in the glass bottles straight from the organic farm.

Food absolutely would taste different now, but I think it would be tons and tons of food, not just this one thing. In fact, I'll bet a lot of food would taste different in the same way. Shelf-stable modern versions of things tend to be kind of flavorless and tough. Some of what they'd have been used to (despite growing up poor) might have been a little less processed and bred for long-distance transport. (But then again, I'm no expert on this type of food history. Maybe they ate tons of canned crap?)

Is it worth spending $70 on Captain America-inspired banana experiments?

Frankly, I'm dubious.

If you have lots of disposable income and want to give it a whirl, sure. Miami Fruit is the only source I'm aware of in the US.

If you just want to have a sense of how it might be different for writing MCU fic, I'd head for the nearest Asian or Latin market (assuming you live in a banana-impoverished location like the US and not one of the many places that already has multiple bananas on the shelves of all normal markets). Pick up some baby bananas (or whatever they've got) and some regular cavendish and compare those flavors. That would give you enough of a sense of two things that taste like banana but also different.

As a food nerd, I am of course delighted to have tried these. I think they're totally worth getting as a curiosity for a party of fandom friends or a party of food nerds.

But it seems to me that the hype is due to a lot of native English speakers being from places that only ever have one type of banana. Sure, gros michel are probably better than the cavendish by a bit, but there are so many bananas. You might like a really random one best, just as there are many people with weird apple preferences.