#I made baked potato and it was amazing

[catmemey]

baked potatoes my beloved. why have I not known you until now

#best with sour cream and chives but also amazing just with butter salt and chives #i only made baked potatoes like two months ago for the first time and i am devastated i haven't had them like this before #my parents would bake them skinless with a roast chicken or beef but these are like. supreme for sure #i also put oil onto the skins and salt its so crospy good mmmmmmmmm #dont bake em with foil if you want a crispy skin

[lwveless]

cooking is so humbling to me... whenever i cook i think about every bad thing someone has said about me and how they are RIGHT like my god who let me in the kitchen

#made potato patties 3 dead 9 injured there's a fire #i can make every single baking recipe known to mankind however cooking... #ive never been humbled so badly like yes they taste amazing i didn't fuck it up #i just got humbled so badly why did i think this would be easy #i have oil burns unknown to mankind

[renegadeguild]

Edible Book Day 2024

the appetizers

A Commonplace Snack by Daemonluna

A collection of tropes and other ephemera, rendered in nori and rice paper. Sewn with a glass sweet potato noodle, ornamented with cilantro and lime.

This is how we roll (bamboo slips) by anonymous

This is the first book I have made since joining Renegade. I didn't think I'd get to make books and eat them too.

The (Not Actually) Matzah Plague Board Book by Noodle and Noodle's Auntie

10 Plagues by Noodle and Noodle's Auntie. Illustration by Noodle and Noodle's Auntie. Writing and Binding by Noodle. Materials: Gluten Free Matzo Substitute, fruit roll ups, fruit by the foot, sour belts, licorice, fruit rolls, sour sticks, cumin, water.

a fluffy breaduation by Sandy Kitty Bindery

i do not regret anything... except maybe the dentist bills ;)

Pancake Scroll by Zhalfirin

This was a lot easier than I had anticipated. A bit bland because I wasn't sure what I'd do the painting with and therefore didn't season the batter. It goes really well with a side of salmon and soy sauce though.

the mains

the iron chef secret ingredient was lasers by Lark

lasers are friends not food.

6/10, at least I chose turkey this year.

The Count of Monte Cristo by Thunder (Dragon's Thunder Press)

This was my first book bind ever. The case is French toast. The 2 signatures are each made of 3 omelet folios, and they're sewn with mozzarella string cheese strands. The end pages are each a slice of prosciutto, and they're pasted in with raspberry fruit syrup. Finally, the titling was done with black icing.

Sandwiches (And Books) Are Beautiful by Velvetwastaken

The ‘book’ ultimately failed to be readable as such due to a betrayal by the onion binding. But it tasted amazing, and thus I think still encapsulated the spirit of edible book day: good books are meant to be devoured.

and of course… … the desserts!

Mistakes were Marbled by anonymous

I baked a strawberry cake with buttercream icing. The buttercream set a bit too quickly for the marbled effect to work, and attempts to fix it caused structural damage, resulting in ... this. I would like half-points for retaining good flavor, despite appearances.

Brandy Snaps by Lottie

Brandy snaps for the pages, strawberry laces for thread. Complete with two weaver’s knots to tie the strawberry laces together

Book Cookies by six

Sadly not fully functional books - the cases are rigid sugar cookies baked into various open forms. The pages are edible wafer paper marked up here and there w/ an edible ink pen and the frosting quite tasty! Experimented with two different sizes and various page configurations. Fed some of them to various Renegade members. There were no fatalities.

Titles are overrated by Zhalfirin

I'm still baffled this turned out the way it did.

It's a delicious little baumkuchen chonker (app. A6 in size and about 6cm thick) cased in chocolate powdered marzipan.

Don't forget to vote for your favorite! And check out last year's winners here.

#edible book day #fanbinding #bookbinding #renegade guild #renegade events

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Sacrificed to a Dragon

  Yandere Male Half-Dragon x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Half-dragon monster man, smut, rut cycles, a really shitty village community, dub-con, general yandere behavior) Word Count 1.3k (Once again tumblr is not allowing me to reply to a request directly with the fic as a reply to it in my blog’s inbox the request this fic is for is as follows:  “Hi! I could ask for a scenario of a female reader x yandere male half dragon? The reader is left in the dragon's cave as a sacrifice, she thinks she can get free if she tries to get along with him, but unfortunately she arrives at the time when he just happened to be in heat and was looking for a mate to breed.” Sorry that this request is gender neutral rather than female and also that it took nearly 2 months for me to finally start it! But... it's finished and it was free and I hope you like it!)   You lived in a peaceful idyllic village in a lush valley situated between large mountains. Resources were plentiful, and you were far away from any wars or strife.   Sure you wanted a bit more excitement, but all in all things were pretty damn good. Little did you know you were about to get more excitement than you knew what to do with.   One day an obsidian scaled half-dragon male, easily 9ft. tall, entered the peaceful valley and began harassing your village. Stealing livestock and crops sometimes even smashing a house or other building for seemingly no reason other than boredom.   Your community was at its wits’ end, finally the elders of your village gathered the town to discuss a solution.   It was decided after much debate that based on the old stories of dragons that they would try to offer it what food they could spare, some valuables, and a human to eat or do with as it wished and hope that it would be appeased.   It was decided without much debate at all that you should be the sacrifice. You were not too old to make a bad meal, and you had no living family in the village so no one would have to mourn you.   You were marched up to the dragon’s cave where he made his lair and made to carry a sack of gold and a basket of fruits and vegetables. You were shoved forward.   You knew there was no going back your village had abandoned you here to die, but maybe if you were super nice and helpful the dragon would allow you to leave.     The dragon was slumbering in the center of his den, lying peacefully on a large simple bed he had made stuffed with feathers and straw. His dark scales in stark contrast with his porcelain skin. You moved past him nervously, shuddering at the sight of his sharp claws, pointed teeth, and pointy horns, and entered the room you were looking for, the kitchen.   You set about cooking an amazing pork roast with a side of baked potatoes, carrots, and rolls. All food you had brought as part of his offering.   The mighty dragon arose from his nap to the smell of mouth watering food and a lot of confusion. He went into his kitchen to discover a tiny human daring to infiltrate his lair.   “And just what do you think you’re doing??” He growled menacingly at you. You shuddered as he entered the room, he was much larger up close and now that he was not curled up asleep you could see more details. He had a long slender tail, and hard shiny black scales covered him from the waste down, they also encased is arms, and framed his face. His eyes were a very pale yellow, almost white, and the pupils were similar to a cats.   “Uh, well, the village made me come here as a sacrifice. I thought maybe you’d like to wake up to food!” You control your nerves and hand him a tray full of food, averting your gaze as you hand it to him, unable to look him in the eyes.   “Hmmm… well I don’t detect any poison… not that it would work anyway…” He took the tray in one hand and grabbed your arm in the other, pulling you into his main den were he sat you beside him.   “So… what’s your name little human? I cannot just call you “mate” all the time, you probably cannot pronounce my full name, just call me Wrathyn.” The dragon hybrid took a few bites of food. “Wow this is really good!”   “I’m (Y/N)… wait, what? Did you uh, say mate??”   “Yeah, I mean that’s why you are here right? You came into my den without fear and made us food. I think you will be a good mate (Y/N)” Wrathyn went back to his food as he draped one of his large wings over you protectively.   Uh-oh, you had hoped he would let you go, you had not expected he would want you to be his partner. You definitely weren’t about to correct him though for fear he might hurt you.   “I guess I have to stop attacking your village now. That’s okay I guess, it was mostly out of from boredom and frustration from my rut cycle. But now you’re here so that won’t be a problem... Here you should eat too.” The large dragon male held his fork full of food to your mouth and once more you were too scared to tell him no so you opened your mouth and let him feed you a portion of the plate until he decided you had enough.   Wrathyn was surprisingly sweet for a large dragon hybrid that had been terrorizing your village. Maybe he really did just need a mate. You still feared him and would rather be home, but maybe it wouldn’t be sooooo terrible being here.   He came back from putting the dishes away and picked you up suddenly. Sensing your nervousness he nuzzled into your neck to calm you down.   “Don’t worry (Y/N), I won’t hurt ya! But like I said earlier, I am in rut so I really need to slide in you already~” You were pretty terrified, but honestly, what could you do. You would not fare well if you angered the owner of those pointed teeth and razor sharp claws, so you took a deep breath and tried to calm down.   Wrathyn used a single claw to slice your clothing away with ease, his large slimy cock now prodded against your hole. It looked so strange, protruding from a genital slit that you had not seen previously, it was large, pink, and moist with a tapered tip.   As scared as you were you had to admit you were pretty aroused. Being held by a muscular dragon hybrid over his inhumane cock was more thrilling than terrifying. You just hoped he would not ram it in, you were much smaller than he was.

  Luckily, he had no intention of causing you harm. His tip leaked a generous amount of precum which made his already moist member extremely slippery. That combined with the tip being so tapered made it exceedingly easy for him to slide right on in.   Wrathyn still held you in his muscular arms, one hand on your soft ass and the other supporting your back as he impaled you easily. The strong dragon moved your entire body in sync with his thrusts, pulling you down a bit on his cock with every forward movement of his hips.   He reached depths inside you far deeper than any human lover could ever hope to, and leaking out more warm slick precum all the while as he did it. It just felt so oily, warm, and lewd inside you, increasing your arousal greatly.   You started grinding your hips into him instinctually chasing your orgasm. The dragon kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping past your lips and invading your mouth. Suddenly making love like this isn’t enough for you anymore. And right on cue, as if reading your thoughts, he pinned you into a mating press.   Wrathyn began pounding into you much faster and harder, his base and primal need to mate during his rut partially taking over his rational mind. He ghosted his sharp teeth over your neck as he relentlessly dove his dick into you. The knowledge he could use those sharp teeth to end you so easily made you feel so week and vulnerable and there was something strangely titillating about it.   He came inside you deeply, unleashing a torrent of his seed into you that was much warmer than normal human cum, the sensation of being filled so completely took you over your own edge and your entire body shook as you came. You panted and went limp with exhaustion as he peppered your face and neck with a barrage of small kisses.   His cock neither left you or softened.   “So, (Y/N), ready for round two?”   Maybe being a dragon’s mate was not as easy as you had begun to think it would be...

#yandere teratophilia #male yandere x gn reader #yandere monster #yandere x reader #yandere dragon #dragon boyfriend #monster boyfriend #anon request #My OC Wrathyn #My OCs

[shhh-no-ones-home]

Food for thought*

Timmy!Wonka x reader

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Promt: he can't get enough of dinner, they can't get enough of each other.

*- boy howdy this is spicy

Tags: @hotchaosemporium thanks for the pre read 😘

Also I added this from my phone instead of my laptop so if the spacing is weird that's why

Song: sweetest pie by Dua lipa

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i smiled when i heard the front door creak open of our old house. it had seemed like such a long day. but he was finally home. so it didnt have to feel that way anymore

"y/n?"

he called out.

"in here."

i yelled back, stirring the pot in front of me.

"something smells good."

he mentioned as he stepped through the doorway of our tiny kitchen. it seemed even tinier with his shelves of ingredients lining the walls, the two-person table being the only surface uncovered.

"i made dinner. i hope you like it."

he hummed in content as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"looks good too."

he commented, and i could feel him smile as he placed a gentle kiss against my neck.

"roasted quail with garlic potatoes and sauteed green beans. and a little something for desert but youll have to wait for that. its still baking."

he groaned and squeezed me tightly to him.

"that sounds amazing! after the day ive had i am starving."

I just kept pushing the green beans around in the butter.

"Here, taste."

I scooped one out, pinched it between my fingers and held it up to him. I watched him intently as he bit it slowly. He moaned, rolling his eyes as he bit the rest out of my hand.

"Absolutely amazing."

God he was beautiful. How did I get so lucky.

"Then I think it might be ready."

I pulled away from him and turned the stove off, grabbing plates down from the cabinet.

"I think you might be right."

He said picking another bean out of the pan and crunching on it.

"Here before you burn yourself."

I laughed, handing him the plate and he gave me a playful smile.

"I just can't help it."

He stated, going for another one.

"Willy!"

I called, handing him a fork.

"No!"

He protested, laughing as he shoved it in his mouth.

"Fine, if you won't listen and not burn yourself I'll just have to do it for you."

I stabbed a potato with my fork and offered it to him. He leaned forward and bit into it, his lips wrapping around it as his eyes rolled back into his head.

"What did I do to deserve such a wonderful chef as yourself."

He complimented as he pulled me to him, taking the rest of the potato into his mouth. I swallowed hard, watching him intently.

"Sometimes I ask myself the same question."

Then to my surprise he took the fork from me, placing it on the counter.

"Dinner can wait."

He said, kissing me deeply. I could feel the heat rising in my body as he gripped my waist.

"Delicious."

I said, giggling as he pulled away. He tasted like garlic now. He smirked at me.

"Yes you are."

He said lowly, pushing me towards the table. When my back hit it he lifted me on top of it before yanking his silk scarf off. I watched his Adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed, leaning down and kissing me harshly.

"Will-"

I moaned into his mouth as he pushed his hips into mine, cutting me off as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. He ground his hips into mine and I could feel him getting harder. As he kissed me I reached up and started unbuttoning his vest, pulling it down his arms before going back and doing the same to his shirt.

"God I love you."

He panted, reaching for the hem of my dress and lifting it above my legs so it was sitting on my waist.

"I love you too."

I said, pulling his lips to mine, pushing his trousers down in one swift motion. As we kissed I could feel him unlacing my dress, the cold air hitting my chest as part of it fell down my shoulder.

"I need to taste you."

He said breathily, dropping to his knees. I leaned back, lifting one leg over his shoulder. A shiver ran down my spine as his warm breath brushed over my thighs. In a moment his mouth was on me, licking a stripe up my folds. My hand immediately found home in his soft brown curls, lifting my leg higher as he sucked against my clit.

"Please."

I whined, feeling him moan into me, circling his tongue against my clit. Then he added one finger, pushing into me. Then another, pumping slowly as he sucked and bit at me. I dropped my head back.

"Will-"

I gasped out, my legs shaking against him, dragginf my heel up and into his shoulder blade. He licked at me a few times before standing up, his eyes glossed over and spit dripping down his chin.

"Gorgeous."

He breathed out, kissing me harshly. He moaned into me as he pushed his hips to mine. I could feel his rock hard cock against my folds and scooted my hips closer.

"I need you."

I whined, reaching down and grabbing him, dragging his head between my folds. He squeezed my thigh and pushed into me. I gasped, my head dropping back as he filled me. He took that as a sign and started kissing and sucking against my neck. He hummed against me as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Right there."

I sighed, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing him deeper. He let out a whiney moan as I scraped my nails down his back lightly.

"Fuck."

He gasped, picking up his pace, slamming his hips into mine. I held onto him tightly as he began to pound into me. I could feel the knot in my stomach. He kissed down my neck again, pulling one hand up to toy with my exposed nipple. I moaned loudly as he pinched it, rolling it between his fingers.

"Keep going!"

I moaned out, rocking my hips against his.

"Lay back."

He instructed, helping me against the table. He pulled my dress up more before reaching forward and kneading my breast.

"So beautiful for me."

He said, digging his fingertips into my hip as he picked up the pace. I watched him intently as he let go of my breast, sucking his thumb before reaching down and circling my clit. I arched my back against him as my orgasm ran through my body. My legs were quivering and he continued rubbing my clit.

"One more. I believe in you."

He said softly, his pace losing its rhythm.

"Oh my God."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I clenched around him, reaching down and grabbing his wrist to make him stop. I could feel him cum inside me with that motion as I released a second time. His pace slowed and all I could hear was both of our heavy breathing, my heart pounding in my ears. It took me a moment before coming back to reality. He was hunched over me, sweat dripping off his curls and onto my chest. I could feel him softening in me, both of our cum dripping onto the table as he pulled out.

"Let's eat dinner so we can do that again."

He panted and I laughed, sitting upright and kissing him. He smiled against me as I pulled away.

"I could stand to go another round. Before desert."

His eyes lit up and he smirked at me.

"Believe me darling, we won't make it to desert."

#willy wonka x reader #wonka x reader #wattpad #imagines #x reader #one shots #smut

[blackopals-world]

Hi,

I really liked your chef yuu au. Could you continue that for Leona, Lilia and Sebek as well as Silver and Rooks reactions to their home cooked meals

"The Way to a Man's Heart" (part 2)

(part 1) (part 3) ( part 4)

Chef!Yuu au x Twisted Wonderland characters

Characters: Leona, Lilia, Sebek, Ruggie, Silver, Rook

Warning: Leona is my least favorite but he will eat, by God will he eat.

Notes: Since you guys keep asking here is part two. jk I love you guys.

Lilia

Yuu has been a victim of Lilia's food before. She had made the mistake of going to Draconia when it was Lilia's turn to cook. It was a mistake.

The other students must of built up a tolerance to such food.

It was burned but cold. Salty, mushy, and absolutely a sin in food disguise. Yuu wanted to cry from just the sight.

Yuu feared it and she feared the great powerful force that could make such a thing.

At first she wanted to teach Lilia how to cook but realized it was a fruitless endeavor as Lilia has had so long to learn and still can't cook shows that nothing could be done.

Dad always said for men like that, there is nothing to be done. At best find them a capable partner who can help them survive or starve trying.

Still Yuu felt sorry for the Draconia dorm and insisted on joining them for cooking duties. Serving a decent meal or two during the week as long as Lilia stays out of the kitchen.

One night she served a classic borscht. The taste of red vinegar, vegetables, and potatoes isn't usually for the pallet of young people but it's had a nostalgic factor for Lilia. It's harsh and cold like the winter but comforting like a grandmother. The other students agreed.

Other nights Lilia favored the Margarita pizza she made. His favorite part was the sauce even if he looked her in the eye as he put sugar on his slice. Yuu looked like she was going to throw a chair at him.

"So cute, I've never seen you so mad!" The troublesome old bat said clearly goading her.

"Lilia-Sama don't you think you're a little to old for this?" Yuu said politely through her teeth.

"For what dear?" He played coy but he was actually nervous she wouldn't cook again after this stunt.

"I think I'll make baked yams next time, with lots of marshmallows." Yuu said now ignoring him.

Sebek

Sebek was lucky, incredibly lucky that Yuu didn't take him seriously. Only the gods would know how he kept his head otherwise. Such a sweet docile girl like that could be fierce when needed.

As long as Sebek kept his backhanded compliments to himself they were golden.

The first time he tried her food was an eye opener.

"This soup is pretty good from a human like yourself." Sebek tried to give her a complaint.

Unfortunately, Yuu was already riled up by Lilia and Malleus was too distracted by food to stop what happened next. Sebek ended up with his face shoved in that cold soup. After that Sebek kept his words to himself when Yuu was in the kitchen.

Still, Sebek made himself useful and carried her giant bags of produce to the kitchen. She would praise him when he helped peel potatoes and garlic. I wasn't unpleasant.

Yuu treated him like puppy who needed to be taught how to not nip heels, which is a funny image. Over time Yuu adjusted to Sebek's personality and Sebek became more polite.

She made sure to reward him with a special dish of smoked planked salmon. It needed to be cooked perfectly on a cedar wood and seasoned with the right herbs. Sebek enjoyed it throughly as he ate like a child on his birthday.

Yuu couldn't help but laugh as she patted his head.

"Can you make this again if I help?" He asked almost innocently after cleaning his plate.

Silver

Yuu wouldn't admit it casually but she had favorites. She loved anyone who treated her food and her with respect. Silver was one of those people. To be fair he believed anyone who could cook decent food were amazing.

Silver was a receiver of Yuu's highest honors a lunchbox whenever he wanted. Such a gift was mostly due to Yuu knowing the quality of Lilia's cooking and the pity of knowing he grew up on said food. Also Silver genuinely enjoyed food and trying new foods with Yuu.

One day Yuu took Silver on an outing in the forest and pulled out a basket hidden behind a tree. Luckily no animals, beastmen or Rooks got to it yet.

They had a picnic of club sandwiches, veggies and hummus, and cut fruits with caramel sauce. It was a beautiful afternoon and as they ate a few of Silver's animal friends visited and ate with them. Yuu wondered if she had seen something like this out of a story book.

"We must look like a prince and princess like in a fairy tale." Yuu mused out loud as Silver dozed off with a rabbit eating the lettuce out of his sandwich.

"You'd make a good princess." Silver mumbled not completely asleep.

The one time he isn't randomly asleep and it had to be now?!

Rook

Rook was a thief, that was for sure. Just not one Yuu minded.

Rook was welcome at her table but with the hunter alway coming and going, he has more fun stealing a morsel or two.

They shared a unique bond. A hunter and a chef, what could be a better match?

He brings her fresh game meat and she prepares it. Some dishes require more then just cuts of beef, they need bones or fat. Rook eagerly obliged with quails, phesent, boar and anything else she needed. His skills were put to good use with her around. His hunting had purpose.

Yuu would also fawn over him was she prepared the food. There was something almost primal to their interactions, like scratching an itch that was as old as time. Old fashioned? No. vintage. The oldest bond there was.

After delivering a fresh rabbit to Yuu he stayed for dinner again. She worked diligently to prepare the meat for Rabbit au vin, a traditional French stew. Rook eagerly awaited as he snuck bites of the cut vegetables when she wasn't watching. He even got caught of purpose to watcher he pout and try to push him out of the kitchen.

"Mon cher lapin, I only wish to sample your divine art." He said being moved to the dining room.

"Set the table before I send you back with a to-go plate. Then tell Vil what you've been up too." Yuu scolded knowing Rook couldn't tell Vil how he was ruining his diet plan.

"I'm sure he'll forgive me, he has sampled your culinary masterpieces." Rook said as he began setting the table as told.

He watched her cook from his chair he briefly indulged himself in fantasies. That ancient desire that came so naturally. A life of a hunter coming home to his beautiful and hardworking wife. Handing her his query so she can make dinner and being pushed out so she can work. Eating together and sleeping next to one other when the day is through. A simple life in simple times. Perhaps getting news of her with chi-

"Rook? Foods ready." Yuu called as she pulled the bread from the oven.

'Perhaps I indulged a bit too much.' Rook thought as his face turned red.

Leona

Leona was not someone Yuu cooked for very often this is mostly due to Leona being ungrateful. When Yuu first shared some of her chicken skewers with him be began demanding more. He felt entitled to her cooking and jealously guarded anything she made. It was the last straw when he was caught taking Ruggie's lunch.

Hell had no fury like Yuu's that day. Since then Leona was banned from eating her food.

Since then Leona was on his best behavior to get Yuu to cook him something again. Making sure to butter her up with attention and bribes.

Yuu only relented when Leona came with his tail between his legs after a particularly awful day. He was pitiful, which for someone so prideful it was painful to watch. Yuu invited him into her dorm and discided to cook something comforting.

Japchae; glass noodles with seasoned pork and vegetable stir fry. Seolleongtang; A creamy ox bone soup. And finally soy-sauce braised short ribs.

Nothing could beat a meal like this. Leona didn't disagree. It was heavy, warm, and meaty. The short ribs were his favorite since they were so soft and Yuu made sure to cook it medium rare.

Leona almost immediately went to sleep after eating getting the best sleep he had in weeks. Nothing like a good meal to knock you out.

Yuu would believe Leona was a bear and not a lion with how he slept. She would cook for Leona again as long as he checked his behavior.

Ruggie

It started when Yuu first started cooking. Ruggie had paid attention to Yuu giving lunch boxes to Ace and Deuce. She was also doing it for free!

Of course Ruggie wanted in on this grift. He started by making sure to sigh pitifully around her to get her attention.

"Ruggie, you okay?" Yuu asked checking the hyena over.

"Oh, I'm so busy with taking care of Leona that I keep forgetting to eat. You know how he is." Ruggie sighed again his ears drooping.

Yuu gave him a look that screamed "Poor baby." Unknowingly, Ruggie was driving a deeper wedge between Yuu and Leona. Not that he would care. His pitiful behavior touched Yuu's heart.

Yuu came back the next day with a big lunch packed with food. Smothered chicken and rice, collard greens with smoked turkey neck, and 5 cheese macaroni. A good southern meal. Ruggie ate it up immediately as he thanked Yuu.

After that the hyena was very clingy and ate every snack Yuu would have on her. He stayed at Ramshackle more then his own dorm just to eat dinner with her. Of course he pulled his own weight and helped around the house as well.

One evening after a full dinner he lounged on the couch with his head on Yuu's lap entering a food coma as he munched on his fluffy Chinese donuts. He was in heaven as she rubbed his ears and told him how helpful he was that day. Ruggie would never leave at this rate.

"Ruggie you are my favorite person to cook for, you know. But don't tell the others, okay?" She said stroking his hair.

How could he not tell everyone?

Ruggie knows he's spoiled and acts like it too. He loves food and Yuu loves cooking. They were perfect together. He wanted it to say like this forever.

He would marry this woman and honestly she might just agree to it.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #rook hunt #twisted wonderland rook #rook hunt x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #ruggie x reader #twst ruggie #ruggie x yuu #lilia twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland sebek #silver vanrouge #twst silver #twst #twisted wonderland silver #lilia x reader #lilia x y/n #leona x y/n #chef!yuu

[akazzzaa]

concept: if all the demons, lower & upper moon and muzan were able to cook, what would they make & bring for thanksgiving, if they celebrated with their s/o?

Sorry for being late! I'm unfamiliar with Thanksgiving day so I tried to do some research to make it accurate, Not a lot of American style food will be included cause they are from japan, but they try

A/N- I'm no chef, I had to look for a lot of recipes that would be 'demonic' and thanksgiving too ?

Characters- Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza, Tamayo, Emnu

Summary- What they would cook for you on Thanksgiving

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None really just a mention on blood once

Muzan

Muzan knows languages and understands a lot of cultures from around the world. He is interested in how different counties have such different taste in food. All human food is gross to him but he is the only demon who can actually eat human food without throwing up. He only eats human food to blend in. A very good cook otherwise.

I think Muzan would likely choose a high-quality turkey and he might incorporate a deep red cranberry sauce that reflects his demonic side while still being suitable for a Thanksgiving table. Carrots glazed with a blood orange reduction could be a visually striking and flavourful side dish. For dessert, a dark chocolate pecan pie could be Muzan's choice for you, combining sweetness with a hint of darkness. For a drink, Muzan would craft a special cocktail with dark fruits, red wine, and a touch of something more sinister. blood

Kokushibo

Given that Kokushibo lived during the Taisho era in Japan, he might appreciate traditional Japanese cuisine. If he were to celebrate Thanksgiving with his significant other, he might choose to prepare a special Japanese meal with a touch of elegance. He knows nothing about American cuisine and doesn't care to learn about it. He's the one cooking. You are the one eating. If you don't like it, make it yourself. He didn't cook a lot as a human but he knows his way around a kitchen.

He would cook sushi rolls with fresh fish, vegetables, and perhaps some unique ingredients to showcase his culinary skills. Light and crispy tempura made with seasonal vegetables and shrimp, served with a flavourful dipping sauce. A delicate Chawanmushi (Steamed Egg Custard)with ingredients like chicken, shrimp, and ginkgo nuts, steamed to perfection. Skewers of grilled chicken, perhaps with a teriyaki glaze, showcasing a balance of sweet and savoury flavours. For desert, a unique dessert that combines the rich flavours of matcha green tea with the creamy goodness of cheesecake.

Douma

Douma is an amazing cook, just under Muzan, he has chefs that cook for the followers but he has cooked many dishes for people during his lifetime. He's unfamiliar with American food but he will try for you.

Douma might appreciate a unique twist on the traditional Thanksgiving turkey. The glaze could be made with blood orange juice, honey, and spices, giving it a rich and flavourful coating with Truffle Mashed Potatoes. Then Douma may choose a red wine reduction sauce to enhance the flavour of the meal and tie the meal together. Douma is better at baking but doesn't think humans should eat to much sweets. But today is a one off for you both, he would create a visually striking dessert, perhaps with dark chocolate and exotic fruits.

Akaza

Not a bad cook, has never cooked until he met you and he's gotten better at it. He respects you and your culture so he will want to cook a Japanese-American dish for you.

Akaza could marinate the turkey in a special teriyaki sauce infused with cherry blossom flavours, giving it a unique and sophisticated twist. Instead of traditional sweet potato dishes, Akaza might opt for sweet potatoes glazed with a miso-based sauce, adding a savoury and umami-rich element to the dish. Fresh green beans cooked to perfection and tossed with a sesame dressing, providing a crunchy and nutty complement to the meal. For dessert, Akaza might choose to make a matcha-flavored tiramisu, combining the traditional Italian dessert with a Japanese green tea twist. To accompany the meal, Akaza might select a high-quality sake, demonstrating his refined taste and appreciation for Japanese beverages.

Tamayo

Given her background and the fact that she is knowledgeable about herbs and medicines, she might prepare a unique and exotic dish that incorporates flavors inspired by her extensive knowledge. Perhaps she would create a dish with rare herbs and spices, combining them in a way that showcases her expertise.

Tamayo might infuse traditional Thanksgiving turkey with a Japanese twist by using a miso glaze. Miso adds a rich, savoury flavour that complements the turkey. A stuffing made with Japanese mushrooms like shiitake and maitake, along with chestnuts, could be a flavourful side dish reflecting Tamayo's expertise with herbs and ingredients. A selection of pickled vegetables, such as daikon radish and carrots, could serve as a refreshing palate cleanser between bites of the richer dishes. For dessert, a matcha-flavored treat like matcha cheesecake or matcha-flavored mochi could be a delight to the Thanksgiving feast. She has modified her body to drink human tea, so she will watch you eat all the food she cooked but the only thing you two can enjoy together is a cup of tea. And she makes a good cup of tea.

Enmu

Will give you food poisoning. Do not eat his food

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[luveline]

*kisses you gently and ever so sweetly* for the baby blurbs, maybe something with steve and reader making dinner together?

thank you for your request! fem!reader

Steve smiles at you though you aren't looking at him, enthralled. The sunlight from the setting sun washes over your face through the open window, hyacinth from the garden floating in on the breeze. Your eyes are closed. The sun must feel good against your skin. 

Steve looks down at the vegetables he'd been slicing and tips the chopping board up on one end, encouraging them on the baking sheet you've laid out for him. Carrot and potato batons scatter over wax parchment. He separates them with his fingers. 

"Olive oil or butter?" he asks. 

You pull the colander from the sink where you'd been washing the pre-chopped heads of baby broccolis. "What?" 

"What do you want to put on the vegetables, miss daydream?" 

"That's bad," you say through laughter, "you could've just called me baby, spared us both the embarrassment." 

"Hey, I know how to use this," he says, gesturing at you with his knife vaguely. 

You tip the baby broccolis on the parchment and rest your head against his arm. Your lashes flutter against his sleeve, and your lips are warm and sweet when you press a dainty kiss to the muscle of his bicep. Your lips close against his skin near absentmindedly. 

"Butter," you say decidedly. "And salt. Paprika?" 

"Paprika doesn't taste like anything." 

He lets his cheek fall into your hair. He can practically feel you rolling your eyes. "It does." 

"Doesn't." 

"It does!" you protest. "It's smoky." 

"It does taste like something, actually. It tastes red." 

You turn your head to smile at him, and your smile is made up of a sticky fondness, love in ten different shades. Your lips part slowly over your teeth, the tiniest hint of them peeking out. You look so happy. 

"It does taste red. Do we want our vegetables to taste red?" you ask, grinning.

"Absolutely we do." 

You make a sound somewhere between a laugh and a hum and leave his side to grab the butter and the chicken wings from the fridge. You insist on doing the rest by yourself because it only needs one pair of hands, but Steve doesn't want to leave you in here alone. He leans against the sink and watches you move, eyes on your hands, your wrists, your shoulders moving underneath the fabric of your loose t-shirt. 

"You're so beautiful," he says steadily.

"Do I detect a hint of smugness there, Harrington?" 

"Shouldn't I be?" He crosses his arms over his chest, letting out a slow whistle. "Damn, they let you walk around like that?" 

You wash your hands. When you turn to him, it's with enough lust in your eyes to kill a man, and you walk up to him with surety. You pull your chin up high and gaze into his eyes so deeply he's sure you're seeing his goddamn soul. Your arms settle lazily over his shoulders. 

"They do, but… you could keep me, if you wanted." 

He amazes himself when he responds. "Thought I was already keeping you?" 

You inch toward his lips slowly. Steve closes his eyes. "You," you say, your breath warming his lips, "can keep me anyday you like, handsome." 

You bring your hands into his hair. Steve's kissing you open-mouthed before he realises they're very, very wet. 

He pulls back. Your lips, shining with a slight sheen of spit, twist into a smirk. "What?" you ask innocently. 

He pulls you back in. Whatever. He'll get revenge after dinner. 

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[moonlightisdancing]

Head Rush/ j.t.k

Pairing:Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 2589

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI Contains: some soft jake, drinking, temperature play, oral sex (m&f receiving), praise, daddy kink, dom/sub, rough unprotected sex

It’s your 3 year anniversary. Jake decides to take you out to dinner at the restaurant you guys had your first date. You start getting ready around 5:30pm, you put on his favorite little midnight blue dress paired with black heels. He comes in to watch you finish up, placing his hand on the small of your back and rubbing soft circles. Jake notices you’re trying to finish up your makeup, so he takes the liberty in putting your necklace and earrings on for you. He reaches around you from behind and latches your “J” necklace around your neck, and pokes your diamond earrings into your ears. He places a kiss on your neck, taking in your scent.

“You smell and look amazing, baby.” He stands behind you with his chin on your head, and his hands on your hips.

“Says you,” you turn around to give him a kiss on his cheek, “I’m ready to go if you are.”

Jake nods in agreement and lets you exit the bathroom before him, tapping your ass on the way out. It was gentle, but enough for you to be excited to get him home before you even left. He gets the front door for you, quickly locking it behind himself as he exits so he can run and get the car door for you. He gets into the driver’s side, starts the car and looks over to make sure your seatbelt is on. He hands you his phone so you can put music on, even though the ride is short it was one of his love languages. The whole 15 minute ride, Jake drove with one hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb back and forth, inching under the edge of your short dress. Once you arrive at the restaurant, Jake hurries to get your door once again. You get out of the car, once you’re situated Jake lifts your chin up with his finger to give you a kiss. He reaches his arm out for you to hold onto his bicep as you guys enter the building together.

Jake made reservations early on because he wanted to make sure you guys would be able to get in.

He walks up to the counter and says “Kiszka, table for two.”

The host walks the two of you over to a corner booth in the far back of the restaurant. You notice there isn’t anyone around and the area is marked off with a velvet red rope. You grew excited with what he had planned. You two sit side by side in the corner of the booth. After sitting for only a couple of minutes, a young waitress comes over to inquire about drinks.

“Could we do a bottle of cabernet sauvignon, if you have it?” The way he spoke did something to you, and so does red wine.

“Of course! Anything else for ya? Appetizers?”

“Oh, actually,” he looks over to you, “baby, do you want the usual? Or do you want to try something new tonight?” He winked at you after he said ‘try something new tonight’ but you had a feeling he wasn’t talking about cousine.

“I’ll do the usual.” You smile at him as he reaches to hold your hand.

“Okay! I think we’re actually ready to order if that’s okay,” he looks back at the waitress and she nods politely. Jake continues “My gorgeous girl here will have the New York strip, medium, can she do the garlic mashed potatoes with no chives and the grilled green beans?” The waitress nods again as she’s writing it all down.

“And what can I get you sir?”

“I’ll also do the New York strip, medium rare, with the loaded baked potato and the grilled green beans, please.” The way he ordered was sexy, his hand gestures and manners.

The waitress makes sure that’s everything before she turns away and takes the order to the kitchen. Jake dips his hand under the table and draws little circles on your inner thigh. You can see the goosebumps rising on your arms. Just as he moves his hand up toward your center, the waitress comes back with your wine and 2 glasses. Jake thanks her and declines her offer to pour the wine. He grabs both glasses and pours one for each of you.

“3 years down, centuries to go,” he raises his glass towards you, “happy anniversary to the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on, I love you.”

“Happy anniversary, my Jacob. I love you forever.” You placed your head on his shoulder with a huge grin on your face.

Jake plants a kiss on your temple, and you can see the food coming.

“Here you go,” the waitress says, placing your plate in front of you, “and here you go! Can I get you guys anything else?”

“No, thank you! I think we’re okay for now!” Jake flashes her a reassuring smile, to which she smiles back with thumbs up and heads in the other direction.

As you guys begin eating, you decide to spark up a conversation.

“So... let’s talk about the wink.” You looked at Jake for a response, but he just answered with a smirk. “What do you mean, try something new tonight?” You finished your question, him still smirking at you.

“I guess you’ll have to find out later, huh?” He liked teasing you, leaving you on edge always made everything all the better in the end.

The waitress comes over again, “How is everything you two?”

“Great! Actually, could I please get two glasses of ice water? One with lemon please?” Jake asks.

“Of course! I’ll have that right over!”

Jake said he would only have one celebratory glass of wine tonight so he could drive home, but that he would celebrate more with you afterwards. As he’s pouring you another glass of wine, the waitress comes back with the two glasses of water. You guys are about halfway through dinner now. Jake slides the lemon water to you and puts the straw in it, and you return the favor for him. Jake returns his hand to your thigh, but you feel something wet and cold, causing you to jump a little. Once you realize he has an ice cube in his hand, you settle down and allow him to do what he wants, knowing he’ll stop if you say. He drags the ice cube up your inner thigh, the goosebumps rising again. The ice cube finds its way to your clothed clit, you let out a little whimper that you try to play off as a cough.

“You okay, princess?” Jake questioned endearingly.

You look at Jake with half lidded eyes, he’s still holding the ice cube on you but not moving. You nod your head yes and he begins toying your clit with the ice cube until it melts down to nothing, allowing his calloused fingertips to brush against you. Your leg twitches and your panties become wet with more than water from an ice cube.

You lock eyes with Jake before saying, “We should go home, now.”

He waves the waitress over and asks for boxes and the bill to which she responds, “Do you want dessert tonight?”

Jake chuckles and says, “No, thank you, there’s dessert at home.” Your cheeks flash bright red like a stop sign.

A few moments later she returns with the check and boxes. You box up what’s left of dinner as fast as possible and Jake leaves $200 on the table, eager to get you home and undressed.

He follows door rituals leaving the building and getting you into the car. He hands you his phone again to put music on and makes sure you’re buckled in. As he starts driving you unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Babe, what are you doing?” He glances over wondering why your seatbelt isn’t on.

You lay across the center console and start to unzip his pants, “I’m still hungry,” you innocently respond.

He’s already rock hard beneath his briefs, you palm his cock earning you a moan.

“Is this okay?” You ask him.

“Go ahead, but be careful with yourself or you won’t be able to handle later.” He was the only one who knew what he was talking about.

You release his cock from his briefs and start kissing the tip, Jake reaches his right arm over and rubs your ass, moving your underwear to the side. You take him into your mouth and he drags his fingers through your slick. It’s moments like this you’re thankful you talked him into tinting the windows. You gently bob your head up and down his shaft, working your hand around his balls as he slips a finger past your entrance. You both let out an insync moan. Once you taste precum you shove him to the back of your throat, he adds a second finger and starts pumping in and out. He lets out a deep, gravely moan as you feel his warm release paint your throat, his fingers picking up pace until you tighten around him.

“C’mon, gorgeous, cum for me, let daddy hear you.”

You arch your back up a little and cum all over Jake’s hand, your fists white knuckling his shirt and pants. It takes you a second to sit back up and you realize you’re about to park in the driveway.

Jake situates himself before helping you out of the car and into the house. You barely let the door shut before you start to strip naked, two big glasses of wine is all it takes for you to go nonstop. You tug away at Jake’s clothes, but he’s already in the process of taking them off anyways. Standing completely naked with no space between the two, Jake gently grabs you by the back of your head for a deep kiss.

“Are you ready to try something new?” He asks in between kissing you wherever he can put his lips.

“I’ve been ready since you mentioned it.” You’re dripping, waiting for him to show you what he’s got.

Jake spins you back against the wall and picks you up at your waist. “I’m gonna flip you upside down now, is that okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You know the rules. Tap my thigh twice if you want out, okay?”

“Okay.”

“No. Say it right.”

“Yes, sir.”

He gives you one more kiss before he starts to position you upside down. He has a life grip on your thighs, his cock lined up perfectly for your mouth, and your pussy right in the line of fire for his mouth.

“I’m gonna fuck you in more ways than one, do you understand me?”

You nod in agreement before you realize he can’t see you.

“Yes, sir.”

“Remember, tap me if you want out. You won’t be able to use your colors, trust me.”

Jake moves his cock into your mouth and slowly starts to fuck your face. Your pussy starts to throb, wishing it was the one getting railed right now. You didn’t have much time to think about how empty you’re feeling before Jake starts lapping at your clit. He’s thrusting into you at the same speed he’s eating you, dipping his tongue into your entrance to feel how tight you’re getting since his hands can’t. Your head starts to fill with blood making you dizzy, but Jake feels so good, you don't want to stop him. You let him go for a couple more minutes before you decide it’s too much. You reach your hand up and tap his thigh twice.

“I’m sorry, princess, I’m going a little hard.” He pulls himself out of your mouth and slowly stands you up.

You face him, makeup smeared down your cheeks.

“There’s my pretty girl, I like when you do your makeup like that.”

“Jacob?”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me against this wall. Right now.”

“Hm. Not because you asked, but because you think you can talk to me like that.”

Jake picks you up again and presses your back into the wall. He wraps your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck hugging him into your chest. He teases your clit with the tip of his cock, collecting your slick before he lines himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes into you making you dig your nails into his back.

“You’re always so fucking tight for me, baby. Use your colors if it’s too much.” He praises you.

Still deep in your pussy, Jake reaches down to hook his left arm behind your knee, following suit on the right side, pushing his hands against the wall for support. Your legs are now over his shoulders, and your body is pressed against the wall by the strength of his upper body. He starts picking up pace, moving at a speed you’ve never felt before. You grab a handful of Jake’s hair and pull him closer to your neck. He starts kissing and biting at your neck until it’s hot and red. You can hear so much, your slick hitting the floor, Jake grunting with every thrust, your skin sticking together, heavy breathing accompanied by your whimpers.

“Play with your clit, I want you to cum for me.”

You move the hand that isn’t tangled in his hair down to your clit, you begin to circle lightly knowing it won’t take much to push you over the edge. Jake’s going as deep as your body allows him, feeling the head of his cock touch your cervix.

“Color.”

“Green.”

“Good, keep doing good for me, baby, I’m getting close.”

He’s starting to slow his pace, meaning he’s going to finish soon. You start to apply pressure so you cum at the same time. You begin to tighten around him and you can feel him twitching inside of you.

“Tell daddy where you want it!” He’s holding off until you answer him, but you know he can’t wait longer.

“Cum in me, I want you to cum inside.”

Jake buries his face in your neck, he’s moaning loudly, breathing sharp breaths into your ear as he cums inside of you, filling you to the brim with his release. You reach your climax, your entire body shaking beneath his, crying out his name. He stays in you for a second before pulling out, leaving you empty except for the copious amounts of cum spilling out of you onto the floor. He gently drops you to your feet. You get down all your hands and knees and lick the mess up off the floor, looking up at him for a reaction.

“You’re such a good girl, always cleaning up after yourself.”

Once you’re done, Jake carries you into the shower with him to get cleaned up before bed. You figure you can mop the floor tomorrow because you’re entirely spent. After your shower, you and Jake lay in bed together in nothing but your skin.

“I really do love you so much, babygirl.”

“I know, Jakey, I love you too,” you pause to give him a kiss on his shoulder before continuing, “I liked that new menu item, Chef. What should I call that the next time I order?”

“Oh, that’s a secret menu item, we here at Casa de la Kiszka call it ‘Head Rush’ make sure you ask for me though, nobody makes it how I do.” He giggles at his fast response.

You both doze off, completely exhausted from your anniversary dinner, with a special dessert.

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[chubbycelebs]

Our Changing Bodies (part 1)

I was never one to eat big, to fill my belly to the brim, to feel my stomach push up against my clothes swelling forward with my greed, but one christmas this changed.

Me and my boyfriend were quite slim and fit people. I was skinnier than he was, him sporting a little softness to his middle and thicker thighs and backside. I looked skinny with very little muscle and little to no fat on my body. We enjoyed our bodies though. We loved exploring each other’s bodies and supported each other in whatever changes we wanted to make.

It was a quiet evening with my boyfriend a few days before christmas day. We decided we wanted to trial run making a christmas dinner before we made it for the whole family. We spend hours slaving over the stove top and oven crafting up the most amazing roast dinner we could cook up. We plated all the food up and sat down at the table. The table was filled to the brim with so much good food; big toast chicken, pigs in blankets, yorkshire puddings, cauliflower cheese, stuffing, roasted vegetables, mash potatoes and roast potatoes. We made enough for a family but just for the two of us. We thought we could have some left overs to get it through till christmas.

We dug right in. Our plates pilled high with all the yummy food we had just made. We started shovelling the food into our mouths, hardly talking to each other as we were just so focused on eating this lovely food we just made. I couldn’t stop eating it. The rich gravy that covered all the food tied it all together and made it impossible the resit. I was eating slightly quicker than my boyfriend which was unusual as he always had the bigger appetite. Before I knew it I had polished off my first plate full. I was still hungry so I went back for seconds. I piled my plate just as high as I did the first time. Soon after me my boyfriend followed now onto his second plate too. I stuffed my face full of the roast, enjoying every bite. I began to feel my belly distend. I could feel the button on the top of my jeans slightly dig into my bloated gut. My shirt started to cling to my stomach. I wasn’t full yet though so I kept eating my second plate full. I looked over at my handsome boyfriend who did a little wiggle in his chair and re-adjusted the top of his jeans. I could tell he was nice and full too. He however stopped here throwing in the towel and pushing his plate aside. “I’m absolutely stuffed” he said rubbing his gut. I giggled at him as I kept stuffing my mouth full of food. I finished my second plate whilst looking over at my boyfriends half finished plate. I couldn’t let that food go to waste. “Pass it here” I said holding my hand out. My boyfriend was taken a back by this. Never had he ever seen me eat this much before. He passed it me and watched me dig into the left overs. He watched in shock as I polished off my third plate of food. As I cleaned the plate with a yorkshire pudding and popped it into my mouth and reached down to my jean button. It was digging very uncomfortably into my bloated belly. I slide a finger behind my jeans and popped the button open. I groaned and sank into my seat allowing my bloated gut to fully expand. “Hungry were ya” my boyfriend asked cleaning the plates and giving my belly a little pat. This prompted a little burp to slip out as I huffed in discomfort. “I’m assuming you won’t be wanting my little treat then” just then my boyfriend pulls out a chocolate cake from the fridge. He always did this. He loves baking and would surprise me with his baked goods. Before today I was able to always eat a small slice and give him the rest of it that I didn't finish, but something was different today.

He cut me a thick slice and him an equally thick slice. He placed the plate in front of me and my momentary fullness suddenly stopped making me devour the whole slice. I didn’t stop once just eating the whole chocolaty slice of cake, so rich and thick the perfect chocolate cake. This time though my boyfriend had beaten me in finishing my slice. He was already up slicing two new slices of the cake for us to eat. As I polished off my first slice i was immediately met with my second. I jumped right into it trying my hardest to finish it off. My boyfriend finished his off quickly again and then came and sat next to me. My fullness had come back to me and there was no way I could finish off this slice of cake. My boyfriend took the fork off me and started loading it up. He put the fork to my lips looking at me with devilishly sexy eyes. I opened my mouth as he filled it with chocolate cake. I obeyed to his doing till the very last of my slice was done. I didn’t even notice that my boyfriend’s hand was circling my belly rubbing it gently, slightly pulling my shirt up. It revealed my very bloated slightly hairy belly. I was groaning with how full I was. My legs spread far apart as my gut pushed forward. My boyfriends hands slipped down onto my jeans. He pushed the zip down and started rubbing my cock. I was moaning louder and louder. As he was starting to get faster with it, he got up and grabbed another slice of cake. “Please no mor-“ He didn’t even listen just stuffed the slice into my mouth. I groaned as all I could do was swallow the beautiful cake filling my belly more. He made me sit there till I licked off every bit of chocolate from his fingers. I sucked sensually on his fingers making sure i swallowed every bit of chocolate.

He got up from the chair and pulled off his clothes leaving him in just his boxers. His soft (and much hairier then mine) middle was very bloated too. I could see the fat boy he could become. His thick thighs ass and big shoulders complimented his swollen belly well. “Strip for me” he whispered. I struggled to pull off my tight shirt but I did. My jeans fell to my ankles as I stood up. My belly was just as big as his just less soft. I walked up to my boyfriend till our big bellies touched. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in closer. I could feel my self sinking into his fat. He kissed my so passionately, like it was the first kiss we ever shared. His hands moved over my skinny frame but settled on my swollen gut. He rubbed it feeling the round shape of it. Never had we done this before, but it excited me. His hands got lower slipping under my boxers. He rubbed my cock making me moan and my knees start to buckle. He pulled my boxers down and as he did he went down kissing my chest, upper belly, belly button and lower gut till he got to the sweet spot. He was sucking me so sensually I wouldn’t help but fall back onto the table. He sucked harder and harder and as he did he rubbed my belly making me belch between moans. He started trying to shake my gut with very little movement. As he rubbed my gut he stuck a finger into my belly button and something inside my cock twitched. It felt so amazing for him to treat my gut with such love. As he pinched the little fat i had on my stomach I began to come so much into his mouth. I filled his cheeks and grabbed his hair as I moaned loudly, louder then ever before. He came up wiping his face of my sweet seed. Now motivated to give him the best climax, I switched positions pushing him against the table. The cake was on reaching distance. I had a hunch he was into stuffing so I gave him what he wanted. I grabbed a handful of the cake and pushed it into his mouth. My other hand pulled down his boxers and started playing with his insanely hard cock. I was grabbing handful after handful of his rich chocolate cake. “You won’t finish till that whole cake is gone”. He began to eat the cake faster and faster. As he ate the last mouthful I moved my hand over to his much bigger belly. I played with his chubbiness feeling it shake leaving chocolate smears all over it. “Good boy” I whispered as I made him explode all over my bloated belly. We both collapsed onto the floor. I laid in his arms trying to catch my breathe. I looked down at both of our bloated bodies. I saw his belly covered in chocolate and decided to lick him clean. I licked every inch of his body clean of chocolate filling me up even more. He rolled over to face me and me him, our bellies pushing against each other on the floor. We didn’t say anything but the look of lust in his eyes said everything. I knew what he wanted and I was going to give it him

New series started!! Hope you guys enjoy this story. Cant wait to get the next part out to you guys. This story feels very close to my heart and my life so I hope you guys resonate with it. :)

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[jadewritesficshere]

Eddie cooks and Steve doesn't is a rule in their house.

Eddie is an amazing cook. He sucks at baking because he always stops following the recipes, but cooking??? Eddie could be a chef with how delicious the food is. Eddie learned how to cook out of necessity, and quickly found he actually enjoyed it. Eddie just gets distracted and lazy, tending to go for the quicker options that are still tasty. Put everything in a crockpot and push a button? Sign him up! Throw everything in a stew and stir it? Hell yeah! if he imagines he's making potions for a group of travelers well who really needs to know.

Steve, on the other hand, can't cook. He burns every thing he has ever made. He never really learned how, as when he had to take home ec in school he spent most of his time talking to Tommy and Carol. His dad had told him cooking was "a woman's job"- Steve wishes he could go back to his younger self and punch him for ever listening to his dad's misogynistic bullshit (hell, he would even punch his dad). Steve stuck to sandwiches and cheap frozen dinners, but most nights he bought fast food. It was easy and he always had money for it. He always made up for it by being active in sports (and he wasn't a total fiend he knew enough about health, some days he ordered a salad and grilled chicken sandwich instead of a burger and fries. He always drank diet soda, claiming it was healthier).

Steve never realized Eddie could cook. Steve had lamented over how he's a terrible cook, to which Eddie replied "oh me too". So, Steve had decided to try and cook Eddie a meal for their date one night. Of course day of, he may have set the oven wrong. And he maybe didn't know to cut the potatoes for mashed potatoes and just stuck them whole in a pot with milk. Eddie had come over early and they were kissing when a beeping noise was heard. The smoke detector going off is what alerted them to something being amiss. Eddie had taken one look at the burnt chicken and the smoke rising from the oven and immediately decided Steve was never cooking again. His eye twitched as he had lifted the lid on the pot, seeing a whole ass potato sitting in milk that was sticking and burning to the bottom of the pot, and slowly lowered the lid. Steve had tried not to cry, unable to look Eddie in the eyes as they opened windows to let the smoke vent out. Eddie had kissed his forehead and went to the fridge to see what was available. Eddie ended up making cheesy scrambled eggs, pancakes, and ham. Steve was still upset, disappointed and mad at himself. He took one bite before freezing and then looking up at Eddie. "Does it not taste good?" Eddie had asked. "It tastes like...betrayal! You know I can't cook and don't even mention you're a fucking wizard in the kitchen?" Steve had mock glared at him. "Oh excuse me, well you shouldn't have betrayal," Eddie went to grab Steve's plate and narrowly missed the fork that Steve had tried to stab at his hand, "You can take this food from my cold dead body!" Eddie had went to say something but Steve hunched over it and said "My precious" before shoving food in his face like a gremlin. Eddie's heart had soared at the fact that Steve had made a reference to something he knew Eddie liked even though he never read the books. Steve's heart soared at the fact that they wouldn't have to live on fast food and thought thankgodsomeonecanactuallycookthisissogoodholyshit.

That was the date that cemented the rule that Eddie is the one who cooks.

#Eddie still claims he can't cook to which Steve glares at him and bitches at him #Steve is immensely glad he doesn't have to cook #Steve got a private chef for free #Eddie is also insanely glad but any time Steve tries to cook he takes one bite to at least say he tried #Sure he may spit it out but he tried it #He'll swallow other things #That joke is gonna get me canceled whoops #ANYWAYS enjoy the blurb or whatever the fuck this is #As always minors do not interact #Sure the fic is innocent but I am not #Respect the boundaries people #Steve Harrington #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson #Steddie drabble #Steddie blurb #The potato thing actually happened my friend did not think and did that I heard about it and went what the fuck #Jade is Talking

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Eaha’le

I got the idea for the first part of this fic, the interaction between reader and Senator Cretak, and it rooted itself so deeply in my brain that I could literally hear it in her voice (specifically Megan Cole's Cretak, who I am deeply in love with 😅). Anyway, here's another entry for the December Prompt List by @creativepromptsforwriting. Tagging the folks I knew usually love that good Romulan shit! @deepspacedukat @bigblissandlove1 @sleepycat82 @starrynightgardens @horta-in-charge

Eaha'le translates to "sweetness" in Rihan.

December 8: Sweets (Senator Kimara Cretak x GN!Reader)

Warnings: none; pure fucking fluff; not beta'd we die like men. | Words: ~620

“And, what did you say this was called again?” Kimara asked as she sat, slightly wide-eyed, at your mother’s kitchen table, the few brown crumbs dusting her lips begging you to kiss them off.

You laughed and wiped your floured hands on the towel slung over your shoulder before taking a seat across from her, the Christmas platter of shaped cookies resting between you.

“Gingerbread,” you reminded her.

“It is… spicy,” she murmured, reaching for another Human man-shaped cookie. “But also sweet.” She studied it intently before gingerly taking a bite.

She nodded thoughtfully. “This is excellent,” she mumbled around the cookie in her mouth.

More of your laughter bubbled over – while you never imagined you’d refer to a Romulan partner as “adorable”, Kimara’s curiosity was endearing and it made her all the more lovely to you.

You knew, of course, about the Senator’s penchant for sweets. In the time you’d known her, she’d never passed up an opportunity to try a new confection. She’d actually introduced you to jumja sticks after you’d arrived on Deep Space 9.

But being back in your family home on Earth for Christmas meant introducing Kimara to scads of novel, handmade Terran desserts – so far, there’d been some hits and some misses. She wasn’t a fan of sweet potato pie, which you’d lamented dramatically, or peanut butter fudge. But she’d eaten enough lemon bars to make herself sick and was “delighted” by the lightness of your profiteroles. Gingerbread, it would seem, was another hit.

“I’m glad you like it,” you offered. “It’s a pretty traditional Christmas dessert, around here anyway.”

A loud clinking carried across the kitchen as your mother entered, carrying a tilting stack of ceramic casserole dishes. She swore loudly as she caught her hip on the corner of the counter and dumped the pile of pans on the countertop in annoyance.

“I’m fixin’ to make my famous banana puddin’, Kimmy,” she divulged, leaning against the counter with one hand on her hip. You snorted lightly at your mother’s diminutive nickname for your dignified, Senate office-holding partner. Kimara glanced between you and your mother, her eyes still wide.

“Bananas are a sweet, custardy kind of fruit – and in banana pudding, you slice up bananas and layer them with cream and crispy vanilla cookies,” you filled in.

“And mine’s the best,” your mother added, fluffing her hair a bit. “Won the blue ribbon at the holiday bake-off for the last three years.”

“That sounds like an exceptional accomplishment,” Kimara replied earnestly, and you reached for her hand over the table to give it a squeeze. Her kindness never ceased to amaze you – it was unexpected from someone who’d previously described the Romulans’ “well-earned” arrogance to you.

“I look forward to trying it,” she added with a respectful incline of her head.

“Oh, you’re too sweet, Kimmy.” Your mother flushed and began making a racket as she shuffled her dishes around and started setting out ingredients.

A timer sounded from beside the oven and you ruefully pulled yourself from your Senator’s grasp to pull your thumbprint cookies out of the oven. Navigating around your mother’s chaos in the kitchen, you set your cookies to cool and poured a cup of tea each for you and Kimara. As you turned toward the table, you spotted her finishing her third gingerbread cookie and chided her softly.

“You’ll make yourself sick again,” you warned around a grin, setting the cups on the table and seating yourself beside your partner. 

This time you couldn’t help it, leaning in to kiss away the specks of gingerbread clinging to her soft lips, your eyes fluttering closed as she kissed you back, spice and sparks crackling to life between you. 

#star trek #star trek ds9 #star trek deep space nine #deep space nine #star trek fanfic #star trek fanfiction #senator cretak #kimara cretak #senator kimara cretak x reader #senator cretak x reader #cretak x reader #kimara cretak x reader #romulan x reader #romulans star trek #romulans

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Bestieeee congrats on 500 followers!!!! 🥹 I’m so happy to have come across your work, it’s been the highlight of my past few months 🪻🪻🪻

could I please request something fluffy / smutty for Joel & Doc - prompt 143 🥺 “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

Love you!!!!

OMG Hi Bestie!

Thank you so so much! I'm so glad these stories have made your life better!

Thank you for sending in this prompt, I hope it's exactly what you're looking for. It's starring pre-outbreak Joel and Doc - AKA the fluffiest, smuttiest pair.

Love you!!

Date Night

You decide to make a nice dinner for Joel. Things don't quite go as planned.

Written from Prompt 143: "Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader (couple from Lavender)

Warnings: Smut :D Oral (female receiving), unprotected PIV sex (wrap. it. up. kids.) No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only.

Length: 1.9k

Late October, 2000

For some reason, everything was going wrong. 

It hadn’t started that way. It had started going really well, actually. Your last class of the week got canceled; Sarah was going straight from school to Lizzy’s house for a slumber party so you and Joel had some alone time; the weather was beautifully cool and crisp, making it the perfect day to spend hours in the kitchen. It was the perfect excuse to have Joel come over for dinner. If that dinner just so happened to be so delicious he took you to bed and fucked you until you couldn’t think straight before you finished eating it, well, so be it. 

But everything after that had steadily gone down hill. You picked up apples to make apple pie, brought them home and found that worms had gotten into three of them so you had to run back to the store. Then, your favorite burner on the stove died. And your apartment lost power for about 20 minutes while the potatoes au gratin were in the oven - though at least it was after the pie was done and you weren’t trying to adjust baking times for your notoriously fussy pie crust. 

You’d intended to have everything just about done by the time Joel came over after work, had planned to have time to get changed into something that didn’t have a flour handprint on the pant leg, had meant to do your makeup. Instead, you were in the kitchen, apron on, hair in a pile on top of your head when he let himself into your apartment. 

“Smells fuckin’ amazing in here,” he said, carrying a bottle of wine into your kitchen. You groaned and he frowned as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You don’t sound happy to see me, I do something?” 

“No,” you sighed and scrunched your nose. “I’m just way behind, I’ve run into nothing but problems, it’s been just a comedy of errors starring me and my kitchen today…” 

“Here,” he said, setting the wine down and looking around your small kitchen for a moment. He went to the cutting board where you had set out the vegetables for the salad. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows and washing his hands before picking up a knife. “I got this unless there’s somethin’ else that would be better.” 

You just looked at him for as he started chopping a carrot. After a moment he frowned and glanced at you. 

“Really startin’ to think I did somethin’ that I don’t know I did,” he said, looking at you skeptically. 

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” You shook your head and smiled. He smirked. 

“Well, wasn’t trying to but I’ll take what I can get…” 

You went back to getting the green beans ready to go into the oven next to the roast chicken, looking over at Joel cutting vegetables, his forearms looking far better than anyone’s forearms had any right to. 

“You like that thing where you only cut off part of the skin of the cucumber, right?” He asked, glancing over at you. 

“That’s it,” you yanked at the apron tie, the towel you’d tucked into it falling to the floor before you pulled it up and over your head, leaving it on the counter before you grabbed Joel and kissed him, pressing your body against his, your fingers tangling in his hair. He dropped the knife with a clatter to the cutting board as his hands went around to your ass, pulling your hips against his own. You pressed him back toward your bedroom and his hands slid lower, down to your thighs, tugging you up until your legs were wrapped around his waist. He carried you back to your bedroom, setting you on the bed before unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them and your underwear down your legs, tossing them on the floor. 

“Got me starving, Baby,” he kissed up your calf to your knee to your thigh until he reached your slit, his tongue teasing your seam. “And you taste fuckin’ delicious.” 

He flicked your clit, his brown eyes looking up your body to your face until your head dropped back onto the mattress with a desperate moan. You felt him smile against you as his tongue parted your lower lips, plundering your tight, wet hole. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you groaned as his tongue sank into you, his nose pressing into your clit. Your hand went down to find his head, grabbing at his curls as your hips rocked against his face. You couldn’t help it, he felt too damn good. He looped his arms around your thighs, tugging you closer, pressing his tongue deeper into you, devouring you and your wetness, making your back arch and your core tighten around him. 

“C’mon baby,” he panted for breath, thrusting two fingers deep inside you and hooking them into the soft place inside you that he’d made his own. He put his lips to your clit and sucked, making you squirm, your body wound so tight it felt like you were about to snap. He pressed a kiss to your clit and licked it before pulling back ever so slightly. “Want to feel you cum for me…” 

His tongue was back inside you, working in tandem with his fingers as his nose brushed your clit. Your hands flew to the bed, fisting your quilt as you pressed your hips against his face and your orgasm took hold, the urgent, pulsing heat flooding you. He ate you through it, unrelenting, moaning as your slick fell on his tongue. 

When your body went limp, he slid his fingers and tongue from you, wiping his mouth before he pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, shoving them off his body before kissing up your stomach to your chest to your throat to your mouth, unbuttoning your shirt as he went, his weight settling between your thighs. His hard length was weeping against your slit, the head of him brushing against your swollen clit. 

“Did so good, cummin’ all over me,” he said, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue, mixed with the mint of his toothpaste. You smiled a little at that, that he’d brushed his teeth before coming over. “Want you to do that again while I’m inside you…” 

His lips brushed yours when he spoke and you nodded against him, still needy and desperate. He kissed you as he parted your inner walls, aching and tight in spite of your orgasm. 

“Fuck, Baby,” he groaned as his head met your back wall, your pussy stretched around him. “You feel too damn good…” 

You rocked your hips up against him and he moaned, dropping his head to your chest as your channel gripped him. While he was distracted, you pushed off the bed and rolled him onto his back, keeping him deep inside you as you settled on top of him, straddling his hips. His hands went to your ass, fingers digging into your plush flesh as you pressed yourself down on him. 

“Still don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he said as you tugged off your shirt and cast it aside before unhooking your bra and freeing your breasts. “Fucking hell, Baby…” 

You just smiled down at him, putting your hands on his stomach to balance yourself as you started to rise and fall over his cock. You started slow, coming up far enough that just his head was inside you before taking all of him back into you again. Every stroke stretched you to just shy of the point of pain, his cock making room for him inside of you. You paused every few thrusts, grinding your hips down against his, pushing him almost impossibly deeper, his head catching on the place in you that made your body tighten further. 

His hands went to your waist and he guided you as you rode him, thrusting up against you as your clit pressed down against him, moving faster and harder over him as your orgasm built. 

“Fuck, Baby, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous,” he panted below you. “Fuckin’ perfect, Jesus…” 

“Want you to cum,” you moaned, your cunt gripping him tight. “Want to make you cum…” 

“Just keep doin’ that,” his grip on you tightened. “Won’t be able to stop myself, you keep doin’ that…” 

“Good,” you ground down against him, making his hips stutter below you. “Don’t want you stop, want you to fill me up…” “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he pulled you down tight against him and you felt him come apart inside you, his pulsing triggering your own orgasm, making you moan. “You feel so goddamn good.” 

You collapsed on him as your orgasm eased, panting for breath as you kissed him, his spend combining with yours inside of you. He put his arms around you and rolled onto his side, keeping his gradually softening cock within you. 

“Gonna need you to give me some specific notes about what I did to get you to do that,” he teased, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip to your waist. 

“Don’t act like you’ve ever had to try that hard to get me into bed,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah but I’d kill to get you to jump me in the kitchen again,” he kissed your nose. “Sexy as hell…” 

You giggled and pressed yourself closer, kissing his throat, enjoying the afterglow when your smoke alarm went off. 

“Shit!” You all but jumped away from him and grabbed your robe from your bedpost, throwing it on as you ran to the kitchen, waving your hands to try to clear the air around the smoke detector. Smoke was pouring from your oven, the smell of burning chicken thick on the air. You turned off the oven and opened the door, grabbing your oven mitts and pulling out the food, putting it on top of your stove, feeling like you were about to cry. The chicken skin was charcoal black. So were the potatoes. Joel, his jeans back on and his hair a tangled mess, slipped an arm around your waist, tugging you back against him as he pressed his lips to your temple. 

“I’m sorry,” you said, voice thick, oven mitts still on your hands as they hung limply at your sides. “Ugh, I’ve just fucked up everything today…” 

“Definitely didn’t fuck up everything,” he said gently. “C’mon. I know you’ve got some dress I’m gonna want to rip off you the second you put it on, go get changed and I’ll show you off. Make all these other men think I sold my soul to get you on my arm… We’ll get dinner, maybe find a place to hear some music. Promise, it’ll be fun.” 

You laughed a little and looked over at the pie sitting on your table. 

“Well, at least we’ve got dessert,” you sighed, leaning your head back onto him. 

Joel nipped your throat. 

“Damn right we do.” 

You smiled a little and kissed him before going to get changed, picturing Joel with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows again, his cum dripping down your leg. Definitely worth it.

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #smut fic #lavender #follower celebration

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Lil Billie don't play!

The Spider-Gang were baking at Miles' apartment, little Billie helping her big brother make cookies. The gang decided to show off their baking skills to show off their favorite treats. Billie wanted chocolate chips cookies, so Miles is making his own version of Chocolate Chunks Chip Cookies.

The gang and Ganke were all chatting having drinks and snacks while baking. Gwen and Hobie were talking about favorite indie band from Hobie's world, and Pavtri and Ganke were talking about funny things their own family done as growing up in an Asian household. Miles listening by the side while he smiles at his little sister who's adding the sugar into the bowl.

"Oh yeah! My Chachi always found ways for me to do extracurricular activities like cricket!" Pavtri said.

"Yeah, my mom wanted me to lean the violin and I always hated learning the violin." Ganke said.

Hobie laughing along with Gwen, "Really, you think his hair look like mustard?"

"Yeah, terrible color and his outfit was so red it was giving Mustard and Ketchup." Gwen laughs along, "But I like that one band called Misery. That opening song was fire."

"Yeah, that group is really good. The singer always getting arrested. Gotta respect her."

"Yeah, she's so cool." The blond young woman agreed as she put green J-ello in a bowl with some toasted pecans.

Pavtri kneading the mixture in a pink bowl making Gulab Jamun, while chatting with Ganke. "Huh, yeah. I never liked Cricket. I told her I rather do something like Yoga, or Kalaripayattu."

"I always liked playing basketball but my mom thought it was to violent." Ganke sips his White Claw. Billie leans over to smile at Ganke, "Hey, Boo."

The five year old happily helps her big brother add the chocolate chunks into the batch of cookies. "Hi-hi, Key!" Little Billie giggles as her brother helps her pours brown sugar into the bowl. "Yum?"

Ganke went over to sniff, "Mmm, yummy!"

Miles let him have a taste of the cookie dough, "Good?" His best friend took an extra spoon filled with cookie dough to try, he chews it for the moment then his eyes gleam with joy.

"Mmm, yo this is fire. Did you use vanilla bean paste? And the chunks are good?" He said licking his lips.

"Hahaha, the secret is a mix of milk chocolate and a lot of dark chocolate." Miles smiles widely at his best friend.

"You would add a lot of dark chocolate." Gwen hums, which got Hobie to smile from ear to ear.

"OPP!" Pavtri giggles.

"Duh, I do love dark chocolate." Miles playfully wink at his boyfriend who turned pinked by the flirtation.

Hobie chuckles as he mix his Sweet Potato into pudding in his own mixing bowl. "I know you do, Sunflower." He lick his lips can't wait for later when it's Billie's nap time, so he can have a full make out session.

The four year girl eyeing at Hobie with a squint in her eyes, she will put a stop to any of his devious thoughts. Her big brother is a sweet and she wants all of his attention.

Miles let his little sister stir the batter while he helps her, "That's right, boo-boo. Good job."

"I'm helping!" She happily said with her high pitch voice, she did a little dance.

"Yeah, you're amazing at this, Billie-boo!" Miles cooes at her as they saw the dough and chocolate chips are perfectly mixed. "Oh, now we can make them cookies, boo-boo."

"Oh yay!" She can't wait for these cookies, "Umm.. Umm.." Her head turns back and forth with her finger on chin, and her braided hair with butterfly clips at the ends made clinks sounds. "Remem-bur daddy wants some cookies."

"Oh, I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me, Boo!" Miles smiles at his little sister for being such a big helper. "You're always my best helper!"

"Hehe, I am!" She proudly puff her chest being pleased for getting praised by her big brother.

Pavtri smiles at Miles, "Awe, Billie. You're so adorable."

Miles look at Gwen's bowl, "Um, Gwen. What is that? It's so green, and you're using cottage cheese?" His eyes widen at the tub of cottage cheese.

"Yeah, this is Watergate Salad with a twist. My mom use to make this for my dad then he would make it for us on Christmas." Gwen open the cottage cheese to dump into the bowl with the green J-ello, legumes and marshmallows. "It's good! Trust me!"

Pavtri and Hobie share the same look of concern, yet they are willing to try for their friend. They knew how much Gwen tries to cook for them and put so much effort even if some meals are questionable.

"Okay..." Miles tries to force an excited tone but had a a straight face.

"What? It's not gross. Look I'ma add the Cool Whip!" Gwen open a big tub of Cool Whip, "And this is super easy to make! I don't need to bake or use the stove. All I need to do is add it into the fridge once I'm done!"

Miles got a tray with parchment paper on it, while Billie happily hold the bowl. She saw the ice cream scoop being covered in butter to scoop the thick dough. "Ohh! I wanna do it, hermano!" She holds her hand out having her fingers reaching out.

"Wait, let me show you first, okay?"

"Okay." Being perfectly behaved, the four year old had her hands together as she watches her brother showing her how to scoop cookie dough on the tray. Miles slowly show her then place the dough on the tray seeing how Billie nodded. She's such a well behave girl.

Without out the Black Latino knowing, he felt cold cream on his cheek. "BAM! Gotchu!" Gwen giggles having to put cool whip on her friend's cheek, "Your too slow!" Miles took the hit without feeling bothered, since this is how they play around.

But for Billie, she did not like that. She took it as bullying on her big brother, and seeing how hard Gwen put that whip cream on his face got her feeling some type a way. She stood quiet as she saw her brother left the cool whip on his cheek being focus into teaching her to make scoops of cookie dough.

Every now and then the four year old would give Gwen the side eye, this was a declaration of war. Hobie stood quiet, too. He didn't like how Gwen sometimes plays too rough or too much with his Sunflower, and he knows Miles wouldn't mind. Yet, the punker never like rough play something about seeing his boyfriend getting hurt gets him enrage.

"Awe, you upset lil Boo." Ganke said out loud noticing the little girl quiet giving that serious Mr. Morales look. Crazy how much of resemblance she had on her dad. The way Miles look a lot like his mom.

Miles chuckles as he wipes off the cream off his cheek with a wet rag, "Awe, boo-boo. It's okay. Me and Gwen were playing." He wasn't one to play as much as Gwen.

Billies said nothing but side eye at Gwen again, she had her lips puckered with a serious look on her face. Hobie burst out laughing seeing her pissed off as him. Pavtri teased, "Ohhh, Gwen. You made her mad-mad."

"What? What did I do?" Gwen laughs it off, she knows Billie is protective of her brother. No one would expect what's gonna happen.

When everyone finished making their dessert leaving them to take a break. Gwen lay on the L shape part of the couch while texting her other friends and being on her Socials.

Hobie talking to Miles in the kitchen being a bit close with his hands apart holding the counter, sounding a bit flirty. The Black latino chuckles with his arms wrapping around his punker as the two kiss.

Ganke and Pavtri playing video games and talking about the lore of the game. Little Billie was by her dolls and small table for coloring, she saw her chance to get pay back. The four year old sneaky crouch toward Gwen's without being noticed from the two men play video games, her brown eyes saw some blond and colorful dye hair.

Billie took her chance to get pay back for her big brother, she grab a fistful of Gwen's hair and yanking it. "OW! Ahh, Billie!" Gwen felt a sharp yank on her head, her blue eyes saw Billie grabbing her hair.

"AH! NO!" Billie huffs, she jumps back seeing her brother's friend trying to get her to let go. The rest of her friends noticed.

Miles quickly turns to find his little sister yanking his best friend's hair. "Boo-Boo?"

"Ow, Billie!" Gwen got up seeing that was one way for the little girl to let go, yet it didn't stop Billie from throwing hands. The little girl's tiny fist hitting the blond woman's thigh and legs, then she climbs on her to fight. "What's with you?" Those punches didn't hurt Gwen, in fact it felt like pats and it made her laugh a bit.

Pavtri laughs, "She's picking a fight with you? What did you do to her?"

"NOTHING!" She said out loud being in shock that her friend put the blame on her. Gwen grab the little girl having to pull her away from her, Billie kept throwing her punches on her hands.

"No-no! MMM!" Billie whines having to use all her energy to fight Gwen.

"I dunno she seems pretty mad." Ganke winced at the little girl.

Miles quickly went over to get his little sister, "Boo! Billie Mariana Morales! What's gotten into you? Oye, escúchame, niña!" Using a firm voice while speaking Spanish, sometimes his little sister understands Spanish more than English. He hugs her trying to calm her down seeing how she's furious she is.

"Ella te golpeó, hermano!" Billie struggles from her brother's hands still wanting to fight, "Venganza!!!" She throw her fist in the air.

"What did she say?" Pavtri asked.

Gwen fixing her hair putting into a messy bun, "Yeah!"

"She said revenge, and she thinks you hit me with the whip cream." Miles couldn't help but let out a snicker, seeing how cute his little sister is willing to protect him.

"Ohhh! Opp, so she wanted payback?" Gwen asked with her hand on her hips, "But I didn't hit you."

Billie huffs, "Hmph! No toques a mi hermano!" Her hands cupping her brother's face being protective then crossing her arms, "Nonono!"

Pavtri rub his chin, "I guess if it was innocent or not, she doesn't like it."

"Well, Billie never like anyone picking on Miles, so this shouldn't be a surprise." Ganke pointed out.

Hobie stood quiet through the whole thing, he went to stand next to his Sunflower. "Still... Billie, don't pull Gwen's hair. She means no harm, and no fighting or I have to tell mamí you were misbehaving." Miles lecture his little sister.'

"Pero... Pero..." Billie sniffs with big tears forming already sad for upsetting her brother. She did what she thought was fair.

"Ehh, let her off of this one. I get it. She loves you too much." Gwen shrugs it off, "Besides it didn't hurt me."

"Still... she needs to know it's not right." Miles hugs his sister, "Billie Boo, it's okay. Don't cry. I know you're a good girl." Wiping her tears away with his right hand.

Billie sniffs feeling bum out, her brown eyes landed on Hobie who gave her a sincere smile. "You git me?" She asked the punker.

"Yes, luv." Seeing how Billie wanted him to hold her, the punker took her in his arms and gave a solitary smile. "You did an excellent job, lil Boo."

"Hobie!" Miles pouted but seeing Billie sad face turning super happy made him slide it off. Little Billie proudly nodded at Hobie.

"Yeah! She hu-wt Miles!"

"I know." Hobie gave her thumb ups, "Good job for getting yer lick back!"

"YEAH!" Billie said in a loud cheer tone.

Gwen snorted, "It was like a pinch."

"Shh, Gwen! Little Billie don't play." Pavtri said out loud.

Ganke nodded, "Yeah, now you want her to pull your hair again?"

"No..." The blond woman answered.

Miles began scolding his boyfriend for allow Billie to be okay with this behavior. Everyone knows to never mess with Miles if his sister is around. Who knows what she'll do? Hobie and Billie had a close friendship whenever it comes to Miles, they have the need to protect him. They never understood why.

The little girl happily learns a few moves from Hobie, she can't wait to try it on any enemy near her brother.

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⛄️❄️ Weekly Tag Wednesday, on a Thursday ❄️⛄️

Kindly tagged by @mikhailoisbaby @metalheadmickey @mickeysgaymom @lingy910y @sleepyfacetoughguy @crestfallercanyon @creepkinginc @mybrainismelted @energievie @deedala @jrooc

It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire 🪵 and celebrate your pocket friends 🤶🏻

❄️ Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given:

Any film or TV set I’ve ever wrangled animals on I’ve been dubbed ‘Rabbit Girl’ or ‘Alpaca Lady’ or whatever other animal I’ve got with me that day, and it makes me laugh. I’m also quite fond of school kids calling me ‘Farmer Michelle’. It’s cute. Otherwise it’s just the usual. Myska. Mys. Myskalump.

Oh! Oh oh oh!!! Ruth’s brother calls me his Swisster, and it’s the CUTEST THING!!!! 🥰🇨🇭

❄️ Where are you located? London, UK

❄️ What season is it where you are now? 🥶

❄️ Favourite tradition this time of year: I love baking and decorating cookies and giving them to people. I also love giving and especially wrapping presents. I’ve made my own wrapping paper for the last few Christmases and birthdays, and it makes wrapping extra fun!!

I just like doing things that make other people happy 😊

❄️ Favourite holiday food: Leftovers Casserole. It’s literally what it says in the tin, so turkey meat, any left over roast veg and potatoes, caramelised garlic carrots, Brussels, and stuffing all put in the oven to heat through and let the top go crispy, and then you eat it with gravy. Yum yum.

❄️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? Mulled cider all the way!! We basically have a large pot of mulled wine and a large pot of mulled cider on the go for all of December lol

❄️ Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)?

I have always wanted to make a nut roast and never have!!! 😭 We do turkey on Christmas Day and Honey Glazed Ham on “House Christmas”. They’re both awesome.

❄️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in: A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?

Cabin!!!!

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow?

Pro. Farming is tough in winter, but it’s still pretty beautiful. Even if my fingers fall off.

❄️ Have you ever built a snowman? Of course! I also built a snow dog with Poppy one year.

❄️ Skiing or Snowboarding? I used to be a pretty decent skier. I’ve snowboarded twice and could not get on board with the concept. Just like I am great on roller skates and suck on a skate board 🤷🏽‍♂️ Also? All of my best scars and bloodiest injury stories are winter sport related!

❄️ Do you decorate for the holidays? Have you met me??

No neighbourhood ivy is save this time of year!

❄️ Favourite holiday movie? I’m not too big on movies generally, but we often watch A Knights Tale at Christmas, so probably that?

❄️ Favourite holiday fanfic? One of the things I adore about fandom at Christmas is things like Christmas Gift Exchanges and people writing Christmas spin offs for their popular fics, or amazing people like @sam-loves-seb doing a whole 12 Days of Christmas!!! Which I cannot wait to have time off to binge my way through to get in the Christmas spirit!!! 🥰

❄️ If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Where would it take place?

Bradley James! Once and Future Love of my Life.

I would be hired to supply the animals for his latest movie, which would have some cringeworthy puntastic title like ‘You’ve Goat to Be Kidding Me’ or ‘Only With Ewe’.

Forgive my lateness and likely double tagging. Work has been a lot in the run up to Christmas. If you’ve already done this please tag me so I can read yours, and if not then this is your invitation to be fashionably late, just like me! @suzy-queued @heymacy @heymrspatel @callivich @faejilly @greentealycheejelly @rutherinahobbit @depressedstressedlemonzest @look-i-love-u @crossmydna @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @rereadanon @lupeloto @gardenerian @sam-loves-seb @francesrose3 @bawlbrayker @vintagelacerosette

#weekly tag wednesday #tag game #Mys stuff #Christmas feels #tag you’re it

[simplysummers]

Okay so I fucked up with the original post as it wouldn’t let me edit it from drafts after putting a video in there, so I had to start from scratch. So this was the ask, thank you @practically-an-x-man !

Oh wow this is quite a lot to get through! Alrighty let's get going.

Alexander Summers:

First impression:

l'm just going to talk about movie Alex, because I have other thoughts on comic Alex. I knew Lucas Till from other things like Hannah Montana and the YBWM music video, and also because after the drama with Ezra Miller everyone wanted LT to play the new movie flash, so I remember recognising this face when I first watched FC and thinking "oh yeah he's cute", and I liked his whole broody demeanour, but like, that was it. He became an honorary fave just because I knew he was around the mansion when Peter would've been young, so he was in a lot of the 'Cherik raise Peter' fics.

Impression now:

Jamie will tell you that I always develop a love for the more 'obscure’ characters in media, the smaller amount of screen time, the more likely I am to become obsessed. And so when I went back to rewatch the movies I was just pulled in when it came to Alex. I thought he was so interesting with soooo much potential, his dark but almost juvenile demeanour was like a hook, and I loooove his relationship with Charles. It's also amazing to get to experience a movie you love with a new found appreciation for a certain character because you notice so many new things. Every acting choice LT made for this role l've picked up on now, not to sound dramatic but every little detail helps fuel how I see Alex as a character/person, which is someone with so much complexity and depth.

Favourite moment:

Pretty much all of his scenes in Apocalypse, except his death. Even though I prefer FC, I love seeing how much he's grown and how much he's improved just in general. It's so lovely. But also this one specific deleted scene from FC that gives me all the feels,

Idea for a story:

I have a lot of ideas for Alex in the works, they're mainly on hold just because I went to uni this past September so l've been taking a fanfiction writing/reading break. My current main fic that l'm working on (that Jamie will be happy about), is Alex meeting and bonding with six/seven year old Scott after Vietnam. You'll know because you've read my fic but I picture Alex's relationship to be very strained with his parents, but he's making an effort because he's like, 89% sure Scott's going to be a mutant and he doesn't want him to have to deal with the same reactions he got all by himself.

I also have ideas around an OC of mine but I don't tend to talk about my OCs very much.

Unpopular opinion:

Hmm. The Alex fandom is very small so I don't think there are many 'unpopular' opinions. If we circle back to comic Alex, l'm not really a big fan of any of his romantic relationships. I like the characters respectively, I just don't tend to like them together.

Also I just prefer Alex to Scott, which isn't unpopular but it'll piss Jamie juice off :)

Favourite relationship:

Love love love looooove his platonic mentor-student relationship with Charles.

Favourite Headcanon:

Love the idea of Alex picking up on Charles’ British slang while living at the mansion between FC and DoFP. He wouldn’t say them in a British accent, but he’d say things like jacket potato, not baked potato (the second chapter of that fic will be dropping soon), and football instead of soccer, and I feel like Charles would really appreciate it because it would be something Raven used to do. Although I see her doing it in more of a teasing way compared to Alex, Alex is just adapting to his surroundings.

Hank McCoy:

First impression:

I remember quite liking Hank when I first watched FC, I don’t think I had a huge opinion on him but I did enjoy his presence. I liked his bashful relationship with Raven and I think Nicholas Hoult played the character well. He was like in between Alex and then Cherik and Peter for me, I cared about his presence because he was often involved with my top three, but he wasn’t obscure enough for me to develop a proper obsession with.

Impression now:

Kind of the same to be honest, if anything I think I may have gone off him a little bit. Not because of anything huge, but the way he is with Raven in that one scene in FC irks me a little. I do understand his reasoning, as someone with a physical ‘deformity’, I’d do anything to fix it, but I’m also like dude don’t tell this girl she’s not naturally gorgeous-. But overall I do still like him, and I did like his ending in DP too. (Even though I don’t like DP.)

Favourite moment:

Either when he and Logan are fighting in the foyer in DoFP or just his involvement with the montage in FC. Him being like “am I still a bozo?” to Alex, like bro what do you think the obnoxious little blond is gonna say-.

Idea for a story:

I like the idea of potentially writing a small oneshot about Alex and Hank having a conversation, maybe just before Alex leaves for Vietnam. I feel like it’s the only time they’d ever have a vulnerably emotional moment together. Alex wouldn’t admit to Charles he’s worried about going, and Hank would’ve picked up on enough of Alex’s social behaviours to realise it.

Unpopular opinion:

Not sure if this is unpopular but I don’t really ship him endgame with Raven. I ship them as a midgame, but if she had lived in the new timeline I don’t think they would’ve lasted, I think they’re a classic case of right person, wrong time. They were at totally different stages of life.

Favourite relationship:

Love his annoying brotherly relationship with Alex, and his mentor relationship with Charles.

Favourite headcanon:

Sean was the one who got Hank to smoke his first joint, and Hank was so concerned about what it would do to his brain/mutation that he caved and told Charles, as if they aren’t all adults who can make their own informed decisions. I don’t like reducing characters to a caricature, but the idea of Hank shyly telling Charles he’s stoned and has some minor concerns is so funny to me.

Patricia Thornton:

First impression:

In typical Summer fashion, Thornton wasn’t a favourite when I started MacGyver, that was solely Mac and Jack. I just thought she was pretty and badass, and I really enjoyed her banter with Jack. That was kind of all I thought on her.

Impression now:

I. Love. Her. Literally she is such an icon. I came to appreciate her pretty quickly because I binged a lot of MacGyver while I was recovering from my hip surgery, and then when I found out about the traitor storyline I was devastated. I love her snark, her facial expressions, how much of an amazing spy she actually was? I still love her relationship with Jack but I’ve also come to appreciate how she was with Mac and Riley. She wasn’t a helicopter boss/parent, but it’s so clear that beneath the sternness and consistent annoyance, she loved those brats so much.

Favourite moment:

During the Christmas episode, at the end, she’s talking to Mac by the Christmas tree and it’s a clear moment of how she wasn’t just the boss of this team, she was also a friend. She kisses Jack’s cheek, she lets Bozer touch her, she and Mac talk about Christmas gifts, I love it. (I also love her in the fourth episode of season one where she’s beating the shit out of people.

Idea for a story:

I want to write more of her and Mac, I like the idea of her going to see him in the hospital after the incident in S1E1, but he’s at a generic hospital in Italy, and when she and Jack arrive the doctors are like “are you guys family to the patient? 🤔” and they’re like “uh…”. And Jack is like “oh yeah, we’re his aunt and uncle, this is my wife” on a whim and Thornton looks at him like she’s going to take off her shoe and shove the heel up his nose.

Unpopular opinion:

She’s better than Matty. That’s ragingly unpopular but to me she just is, I prefer her dynamic with everyone compared Matty’s character to dynamic with them. And there’s no problem with Matty, I just haven’t warmed to her, like at all. I don’t find banter in her sternness, whereas with Thornton it was more of an exasperation.

Favourite relationship:

I love all of her relationships with the main team, Mac’s is probably my favourite, but I do love how she is with Riley, and Bozer. They’re like her exhausting children and she’s just DONE. And of course her love-hate relationship with Jack is top notch.

Favourite headcanon:

I’ve never talked about this before but I have this deep rooted lore idea that Thornton had a lung transplant as a child. There’s even more lore behind why but I won’t bore you with that, but anyways I have this hc that while on a mission with Jack when they’re first working together, he finds her immunosuppressants in her backpack, and because she hasn’t declared them to anyone on the team, except Oversight ofc, as nobody knows about her lungs, Jack’s first thought is “…she’s dealing drugs.” And confronts her about it, and she’s just like “😒”.

After that, only Jack knows about it, and I like to think that while she’s in prison, he goes to see her and even though he’s mad because he thinks she’s a traitor, he’s still like “they’re giving you your pills for your lungs right?”

Warren Worthington III:

First impression:

I don’t really remember my first impression of Warren. I remember in TLS, when we see him trying to cut out his wings, my first thought was “WOAH IM UNCOMFY”, but overall I think for me he was just sort of…there?

Impression now:

I like him a lot more in TLS than I do in Apocalypse, in Apocalypse I find him a bit obnoxious, but I like the complexities of his situation in TLS, as much as I don’t like the movie itself. I think it’s really interesting to see his development throughout that movie considering he has such little screen time.

Favourite moment:

I do actually quite like the scene where he flies away from his father before he’s forced to have the mutation cure. Very powerful and I think the actor did a nice job.

Idea for a story:

I don’t have one off the top of my head but I like the idea of something to do with he and Alex talking, for my universe they both have somewhat ‘unsupportive’ parents, so that could be an interesting exploration.

Unpopular opinion:

I can’t say I have one because I don’t know the character well enough. Maybe that he kind of annoyed me in Apocalypse? Like I get why he was the way he was, I just didn’t feel emotionally connected to him. I wish they could’ve fleshed it out a little bit more.

Favourite relationship:

I have no idea.

Favourite headcanon:

Again, not really any idea cause I don’t know enough about him, but I’d love to hear a few of yours sometime.

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