#lean goat beef

[eldstunga]

A Cold morning in the Hills, Barley`s gone a wandering.

#faun #satyr #satyress #Barley #my art #character portrait #baker goat #lean goat beef #this was just an outfit study that went overboard but hey #more baker goat

[itreallyiskyler]

I have done nothing but teleport bread for three days.

Barley belongs to @eldstunga

#lean goat beef #watercolor #team fortess 2

[darkworkcourier]

i have a request: after realizing the reader has a crush on him ghost teases her, at first just by gazes, later by words and touched and eventually makes her come by rubbing her trough her panties

so i'm working on a follow-up to this fic where ladybird gets railed in a hotel (like she deserves), but this prompt inspired me to get her into the mile high club. this is shorter than what i'm used to writing, but i hope you like it! :D

contains: through-the-panties fingering, quickies in the bathroom discussion of public sex, and price being way too into nature documentaries.

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The 141 is flying coach, and—in a word—it sucks.

There's a reason, like always. You're all assigned to carefully monitor a red-eye flight from Boston Logan Airport to London Gatwick on trusted intelligence regarding a potentially dangerous agent onboard. You've read the file (now six going on seven times, nearly beating out how many times you've read the in-flight magazine and the safety card), knowing that this agent—known informally and hilariously as Red Sox—is Kastovian. She's posed as a Bostonian businesswoman for months now, and your instructions are to confirm her role in a recent cybersecurity incident at an international bank. With any luck, you'll get the evidence and have her arrested the moment she gets off the plane.

Until then, you're stuck in the middle seat of the middle aisle in a 787, fighting with a granola bar that refuses to open, half-watching whatever godawful action movie Soap's entertained by on his in-flight screen. He's enjoying himself, though, feeding himself a package of peanuts with the gusto of a man eating caviar.

At least someone's having fun.

Gaz and Price are four rows ahead of you, and Gaz has the luck to have a window seat. You've walked by them twice as you've gone to the lavatory out of sheer boredom. It's all sunshine, roses, Netflix, and podcasts up there, apparently. Sure, they have eyes on Red Sox, but apparently it's much more important for Price to finish his nature documentary ("Jesus Christ, have you seen how much a whale shits? Nature's incredible!") before you all do your jobs.

Ghost is the luckiest, you think. He's in business class, with leg room and hot towels and a seat that isn't actively trying to fold him up like he's in a mousetrap. He's also closest to Red Sox, quietly muttering through the comms whenever she gets up or gets something from one of the flight attendants. He sounds bored as hell, though.

"She's getting a— bloody fucking hell, who gets decaf coffee on a red eye?" Ghost grumbles through your headset. His voice is low, sending tingles through your body and making you wish he was next to you instead of Soap—currently guffawing in every sense of the word at something in his stupid movie.

You hear Gaz snort. "Who gets decaf, period? Gross."

There's a brief pause before you hear Price's awestruck voice. "Did you fucking know that killer whales can chomp a penguin in half? What the actual fuck? Why do we keep these little bastards in zoos?"

"The penguins or the orcas?" Gaz asks, even though he's sitting right next to Price and probably looking at his phone screen. Then, he confirms he is when he utters a disgusted, "Oh, nasty. Why are they showin' that on a documentary?"

At the same time, Soap slaps his knee like a grandpa, nudging you in the ribs with his elbow before snickering and gesturing to his screen where a man is yelling at... you think it's a goat. No way to know what that has to do with exploding cars or paragliding.

You lean back in your seat and groan, rubbing your eyes. "Ghost, please tell me you're having a semi-productive night," you say.

"If by 'productive', you mean carefully analyzing dinner choices and how many copies of 'Tatler' this woman brought with her, then sure," he responds dryly.

"Beef or chicken?"

"Fish," he says.

"Oh, she's definitely a spy," Gaz says. "Decaf and fish. There's something wrong with her."

That's the sum total of your work so far. You briefly glance at the time on the screen in front of you—you still have four and a half hours.

For lack of anything better to do, and abandoning your fight against the granola bar, you turn your focus back to the main object of your thoughts for the past few months. It's not easy to think of Ghost while you're crammed in a tiny seat and sandwiched in between Soap and a snoring British businessman, but you let your mind wander a little bit in Ghost's direction.

Since your crush came to light, he's opened up to you, allowing you to get close enough until you felt tidally locked to him. He's shown you Simon Riley, Manchester born and bred, with a love of bourbon, vinyls, and old camping equipment that he collects the same way people gather stamps or glassware. He's revealed all sorts of quirks and tells, drawing you in further, yet keeping just enough distance for the sake of professionalism.

But for days before this flight, Ghost's teased you relentlessly, in ways you never expected from him—glancing touches on your shoulders and back as he passes you in the hallway, pressing his thigh against yours when you do manage to sit next to him at a meeting, fingers brushing against yours when you pass something to him or vice versa. And he knows what he's doing, because Ghost never moves without intent. Every stray touch lights up your nerves like fairy lights, and he is completely aware of it.

Touches like that might not seem relentless, but in the gap between them are his words—again, carefully chosen. The man's got a way with double meanings and innuendos, all woven into his normal speech so well that no one seems to notice. He'll lock into eye contact with you, then say things to Price, Gaz, or Soap about erecting defenses or pointing the finger of suspicion. Bastard knows exactly what he's about. He knows it's been driving you crazy for weeks.

Those thoughts start to get something stirring in you, which is frankly a terrible thing to have happen on an airplane. Apparently, all your bad thoughts are mile-high ones, and before you start rubbing your legs together like a cricket for Soap to notice, you excuse yourself to the lavatory again.

Squeezing by Soap and his godforsaken tendency to manspread, you catch him grinning at you as he takes one of his AirPods out. "Goin' somewhere exciting, Ladybird?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say, gesturing to one of the emergency doors. "Thought I'd test one of those slides out."

"Oooh, fun," Soap says, all cheeky. His brows go up, and you feel what he's going to say before he says it. "Thought you'd be payin' a visit to a businessman up front. He seems lonely up there."

God, you wish.

You stand in the aisle beside Soap for a second, willing your legs to wake up and ignoring the wash of pins and needles through your skin. "Nah, I think he likes being by himself," you say. "Obviously he's not chomping at the bit to watch nature documentaries or visit with us."

"No," Soap agrees, tucking a hand behind his head and grinning up at you. "But I dinnae think he'd say no to you visiting him." At that, he wiggles his brows suggestively, then breaks into a wide smile that has you rolling your eyes.

"Yeah, no, I'm leaving now," you tell him, turning on heel to limp your way to the lavatory on a very wobbly-feeling right leg. You can hear Soap laughing at your back, and you think you hear the words 'mile high club'—better to ignore it.

The lavatory's full when you get there, so you lean against the wall and wait, arms crossed over your chest, fighting back a yawn. The plane wiggles with a little turbulence. Someone coughs nearby. Someone else turns off their overhead light.

Then the lavatory door opens and— yeah, that's Ghost looking down at you.

He's dressed in a disarmingly casual way. He's ditched the balaclava in favor of a black disposable mask and a beanie pulled down low. You're both pleased and distressed that you recognize his hoodie (one that you've stolen before to dart between his room and yours and briefly considered stealing for good), although the jeans are new.

In turn, he looks over you, a faint flicker of something in his eyes that makes a familiar, raw heat already start to form in your gut.

"Ladybird," he says with a nod.

"Ghost," you reply.

It feels like an old cowboy movie standoff, except there's less than a foot of room in between the two of you. Someone has to move—preferably him, because you kind of do need to use the lavatory now. There's a stretch of tension, of an invisible band being pulled before—

Ghost suddenly looks left, then right, and then his hand is on your wrist, tugging you back into the lavatory and closing the door behind you before you can even comprehend what's happened. As soon as the lock clicks into place, the overhead light blinks on, filling the tiny, tiny space with watery white light.

It smells like Clorox wipes and diapers, which is not conducive to anything sexy until Ghost is practically pressed up against you, an arm wrapped around your waist. In another too-quick movement, his mask is pulled down beneath his chin, and then his lips are on yours.

The kiss is hungry. His tongue finds yours immediately, and in between deep kisses, he catches your bottom lip between his teeth. It's ravenous—starving. His free hand goes up to your jaw, cupping your cheek, thumb brushing under your eye.

He kisses you like you haven't seen or touched each other in months. Like he's not the one keeping a perfectly professional distance, maintaining the hierarchy of command while torturing you with words and touches. Suddenly, the hand on your waist moves and goes up under your t-shirt, up and up over your stomach to your bra, fingers brushing over one rapidly-stiffening nipple while you moan quietly against his mouth.

For fuck's sake, Soap was right about the mile high club. You wouldn't be surprised if he texted Ghost the suggestion.

Ghost tilts his head back enough to talk, although you feel every syllable against your lips. "Wanna touch you," he mutters, half-lidded eyes flickering up to meet yours.

"Do it," you whisper back. The urgency is there, knowing you only have a short amount of time and the smallest bit of elbow room to work with.

The hand on your breast descends quickly, and with it, your body feels like it goes into an uncontrolled downward spin, dizzy with the thought of what you're doing. Ghost's hand slips under the band of your—

"Pajama pants? Really?"

You glare up at him, although all the heat is redirected southward. "They're comfy, and it's a long flight," you retort.

He breathes out a laugh that fans over your cheek before he kisses you again, just as his fingers go down and rub against your cunt through the thin cotton of your panties. It makes you gasp against him, even at a slight, barely-there touch. But his touch transmutes into something stronger and more insistent, rubbing your slit, the fabric helping to build friction.

"Oh, fuck," you whisper, staggering a little and leaning on his shoulder for support. You feel him press a finger against your clit, setting off a charge that darts lightning-quick up your spine. One of your hands claps over your mouth to stifle a moan.

Ghost laughs, a low rumble that seems to vibrate right through you, matching frequencies with the electricity currently pulsing through your whole damn nervous system.

"Been wantin' to do this all week," he mutters into your ear as his index finger slides over your clit.

Your voice fights to catch a foothold in your throat, hoisting itself up into your mouth in a strain. "I-in an airplane lavatory?" you manage, although the joke is lost on another moan that you have to hide in the fabric of his hoodie.

He hums this time, and it's almost thoughtful. "Sure," he says. His fingers slide back, pressing the soaked fabric of your panties against your opening in the most teasing way. You're tempted to just pull everything down and let him take you over the tiny stainless steel sink. But he goes on, "Back at base. Kitchen, office, common area. Don't really care."

Holy fuck, the idea of Ghost taking you in any of those places sends another little shock through your system and turns that inner coil tighter. You shudder, gasping as he rubs his fingers back and forth. You cling onto him, fingers in a vise grip on his hoodie, face tucked against his shoulder as he draws your climax up to the surface quicker than you've ever felt it rise.

"Wait until we get to London," he says, his voice low and hot in your ear. "I know at least five places where I can fuck you in view of a whole damn street an' no one will know we're there."

That promise alone and all the mental images it conjures are enough to send you right over the edge, burying your cry in fleece and shuddering against his hand as you rock your hips against him. You hear him whispering encouragements to you, to use him to get off, to come for him. You do, using all that friction and that sense of taboo of what you're doing now as a springboard for your pleasure. It's not the hardest you've come (and Ghost certainly has the honor of achieving that), but it's the fastest—almost embarrassingly quick. You hit the heights, the upper ceiling of your personal atmosphere, and try to catch your breath as you fall back into an oxygen-rich level.

Ghost draws his hand back while you lean on him for support as your legs threaten to give out entirely. You hear and feel him laugh again, and then he's pressing a rolled-up piece of toilet paper into your hand.

"Kind of soaked there, love," he says, and it's all fondness—maybe a little bit of pride.

"Who's fault is that?" you say, your voice hoarse and tired. Still, you make use of the paper, reaching in to wipe up at least some of the dampness. And—well, fuck, you're going to have to sit with that for another four hours. Gross.

Ghost presses a kiss to your temple, and you lean into it instinctively.

"I'll make it up to you in London," he promises.

You have a better idea.

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You squeeze past Soap again, inwardly groaning as you sit down and feel dampness between your legs. It's three hours and forty-eight minutes until Gatwick. Three hours and forty-eight minutes of sitting in wet panties while trying to apprehend a criminal on a 787. Nevermind that your orgasm sent enough endorphins through your system to maybe get a good nap in.

Then, beside you, Soap laughs. You feel a tug on your sleeve, and look over to see him grinning at you.

"Nice hoodie," he says. "Is it new?"

You smile and nestle yourself into the fabric, still warm from Ghost's skin. "Sort of," you reply.

#cod: mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #soap as a wingman part 2! #idk what ladybird's whole deal is yet but i do love her #there's like a vague plot from another fic i'm working on that i just used as mini-exposition #mostly i just wanted a reason for all of them to be on an airplane

[introboy]

Here’s the final line-up for all 26 hermythcraft designs! so excited to have finally finished this project-- this is the first hermit line-up I’ve ever done! I was suddenly hit with inspiration for a pantheon au and couldn’t stop until I finished every drawing :’D

Links to see and read more about each design:

bdubs, etho, beef, doc, ren

zedaph, tango, keralis, jevin

cleo, joe, tfc, cub

hypno, xb, wels, hels, xisuma

false, stress, gem, iskall

pearl, mumbo, grian, scar, impulse

short fic focused on the void

Check below the cut for some overall design notes!

I don’t watch every hermit but did my best to give each one unique traits. I tried hard to battle same-face syndrome because it’s something I struggle with a lot! Not sure if I succeeded or not, but I think I at least made everyone distinct

Kinda going along with the first point, the places I got inspiration changed for each hermit. Some (doc, iskall, etc.) are basically how I interpret their skins, with a few other references thrown in. Some (tfc, joe, etc.) leaned a bit more towards how they look IRL. Some (gem, grian, etc.) were a mix, with some IRL traits like glasses and hair. Some (xb, xisuma, etc.) I just went completely buckwild and hoped it fit them well enough.

I tried to throw in references from past SMPs the hermits have been on. Some are pretty obvious, like the red king and the watcher symbol. Others are more subtle. There’s references from 3rd life, last life, vault hunters, EVO, Team Canada stuff, and past seasons of hermitcraft. If you look closely maybe you can find them all!

Zedaph is based off of a bighorn sheep, Doc’s horns are from a mountain goat, xB is based off of a flashlight fish

Etho, iskall, doc, and grian are all in the “fucked-up left eye” gang apparently? 

Anyway this was a lot of fun, I hope you enjoy! I’m planning on drawing more for this AU in the future so stay tuned ;)

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #xisumavoid #rendog #bdoubleo #ethoslab #vintagebeef #docm77 #keralis #ijevin #tangotek #zedaph #tinfoilchef #zombiecleo #joehills #cubfan #xbcrafted #hypnotizd #welsknight #helsknight #falsesymmetry #stressmonster #geminitay #iskall #grian #goodtimeswithscar #mumbo jumbo #impulsesv #pearlescentmoon #hermythcraft au

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I finally did it yall I made a list of my favorite Cartmanisms bc I do in fact very much enjoy writing his out of pocket ass

“Oh speaking of,” Cartman added, “let’s just sacrifice the Insulin Bitch and the brain damaged hippie to the zaliens so the rest of us can make a run for it.”

Eric was scowling. “Only I’M allowed to make comments about you two gayasses. I say we wipe the floor with those homophobes.”

“I doubt they’ll have a vest in your size, Thumbulimia.”

“Please, I have better things to do than watch the Jew have a Post Traumatic Spider Disorder episode.”

Cartman rolled his eyes, but got up to drop a five in the Fuckwad Jar. “I hate you guys, seriously. Marj, you weren’t even in the room for the Nancy joke.” The lace trim of his robe fluttered as he sat back down, which made Stan laugh again. “What’s so funny, hippie?” There weren’t really words, honestly, but he’d try. “I just… I never want us to change, you know?” “Gay.”

Eric sung a few lines of ‘Jesus Loves The Little Children’ in a creepy horror movie voice and then sprung out from his hiding spot and started blasting on an unsuspecting youth who got too close, chasing him down the field with rarely shown athleticism.

Cartman looked incredibly bored as he clicked the magazine and snapped it back into place. “Well fuck me for being prepared.”

Cartman scoffed. “He’s not doing anything but staring up at you like he’s Sleeping Goddamn Beauty and you just kissed him out of a coma.”

“Awww, looook, you guys! They’re having a gay little hurt/comfort moment again! What, you gonna kiss it better, Kahl?”

Cartman just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “What the hell ever, Jimothy. Go stutter about it to someone else.”

“Okay, fucking first of all,” Kyle shot a glare at Cartman, “no one’s getting sacrificed. Literally, that’s not goddamn happening. AND we’re keeping this discussion CIVIL. It’s five in the morning and nobody’s slept very much. There’s not a single guy here who’s actually thinking straight.” “That would be because half of you are gay as balls.”

“Once again, I’m moving that we leave the hippie behind.” “Cartman, remind me to kick your ass when we’re out of here.” “Good luck on that if you fucking faint like one of those stupid goats again.”

Cartman was out of bullets, but he’d taken out a good chunk of the extraterrestrial undead. “Holy shit, Kahl, you better not die on us. Cockroach, remember? You’re a damn cockroach.”

“Aight, so anyway, what’s JewBot up to?” “Still at work. He’ll be home later. We’re gonna go out to dinner with the Tuckers.” “I didn’t ask for your life’s story, buttplug,”

“Oh JESUS CHRIST!!” Oh, great. Cartman had emerged from his cave. “Did I just walk into a stairwell orgy?”

“Fuck you, Kahl. Your recycled dildo and his weirdo wingman pulled me out of a Klance slowburn.” “WHO the FUCK is reading Voltron fanfiction in 2023?!” “Some of us are dedicated.”

Eric paused his self imposed quest to rob every taco truck in GTA and set aside his controller. “Hellllll no. The vampires don’t get my blood without paying me for it.”

“Geez, pack it up, Fiddler On The Roof.”

“Fatass, if he dies in a car accident because YOU made him freak, I WILL kill you.” “Good luck doing that with one leg and a fever, fleshlight.” But his voice softened. “Just try to chill out until he gets home, Kahl. Then you can be a terrible patient for someone who actually likes you.”

“Yeah, hippie. I wasn’t going to deal with you if something happened to your burning bush.”

A certain abrasive fuckwad leaned casually against the wall. “Oh, the Bubonic Jew didn’t tell you yet? I said he fell on the stairs, didn’t I? He just hurt his knee again, what else is new.” Stan made a noise of surprise and Cartman pointed his beef jerky at him. “By the way, I really don’t get why you get so stoked about lugging him around. He’s difficult.”

Cartman scurried off to inspect a leaf. “Woah, you guys! I think I just, like, discovered empathy!” “You’re looking at a plant.” “Plants have feelings too, Khal! Look at your photosynthesizing dildo back there!”

“Like he needs an excuse to get on his high horse about shit.” “I’ll kick your fat ass,” Kyle warned. “Good luck, tinkerbell.”

Cartman had planted himself into the passenger seat, munching away at that bag of funyuns. He glanced back. “What’s the ‘sitch, Ken-Possible?”

“Because, you pussy,” Cartman said with a false saccharine smile, “you have the biggest TikTok following from your gayass little songs.

“Yep.” Cartman said through a mouthful of eggs. “Plus, Clyde has an affair going with the town vet, Butters is a total twink, and Stanny boy has a boner for the Jew.”

Oh dear god. Cartman was NOT about to babysit the argumentative dickhole while the housekeeper worked. As much fun as he was to fight with, Kyle was a fierce opponent, and Cartman wasn’t really in the mood. He’d had a weird night. The cats had been on edge.

Oh, of goddamn course. The OTHER buttplug. It wasn’t a secret. Well, technically it was, because no one talked about it, but anyone with eyeballs could see that Stan and Kyle had a gayass little private relationship going on behind Craig’s back. Good for them, or whatever, but if the Spider ever got proof…

Cartman just rolled his eyes. “Scott, you glucose gobbling ass bitch, I’ve literally butchered two people. I know the human body, okay?”

“The fuck.” Cartman’s eyes widened. “Every single one of you dildos had better be praying that there’s no internal bleeding.”

Cartman put his hands up. “Gahdamn, you guys. Just trying to lighten the mood in this hot air balloon to Hell.”

“Ay! Hippie! The Jew had to stay for basketball so I’m here with your buttfucking homework-“

Cartman definitely wanted to rip on him for wallowing in his own sadness, but the sooner he got this loser to be a person again, the better. “No shit, asshole. Your fucking fleshlight is even more intolerable without you to hold him back. You need to come back to school.”

“Also, I’m telling your little prince of Egypt that he can come over. It’s not like he’s gonna catch your Sad Bitch Disease.”

Cartman strolled around the corner, now wearing his frilly ‘widow whose husband died under mysterious circumstances’ robe.

#he’s so fucking funny #i actually love writing my favorite abrasive fuckwad #south park #eric cartman #why are so many of these OJV or from ITTG lmaooo #him in TWITR was fun too #my shit #Cartmanisms #ao3 shit #my writing #he do be callin people buttplugs fleshlights and dildos #also #long live the Fuckwad Jar

[faegoddessog]

Woman in Red Ch. 8/?

Chapter 8: Be My Guest

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, outdoor nudity, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!), butt plug, masturbation, vaginal fingering, unprotected anal sex, unrequited shower sex.

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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Chapter 8: Be My Guest

Aya hears Austin’s stomach growling when she opens the bathroom door. 

“Geeze, I heard that from over there,” her arms drape around him from behind. 

“Yeah, I’m a growing boy you know,” he smiles, playing off the age gap, “do we have dinner plans for the evening?” he asks. 

“Of course, let me text…,” she grabs her phone, tapping with one hand, not finishing her sentence. Austin waits patiently, lightly rubbing her forearm.  

“OK, Dinner will be here in ten minutes. Hmmmm, whatever will we do with our time.” Aya tosses her phone and presses her mouth to his skin. She kisses down to that sensitive spot at the crook of his neck. She sinks her teeth in just enough and sucks. Her fingers play lightly at his nipples. Gooseflesh trails down his arms. 

“Oh, Mmmmm,” Austin’s eyes flutter closed. He had forgotten how triggering his neck was. He reaches around behind him and pulls her into his lap, cradling her. 

“You are incorrigible,” he whispers, hand on her jaw, “I fucking love it.” His mouth is on hers. His full lips softly playing on hers. 

They stay here, softly lost in one another.  Their lips and tongues tender, languishing in sensation. 

‘Ding, ding’ goes the door chime. Austin pulls away from her confused and looks towards the bedroom door. 

“So,” Aya sits up, nonplussed that someone just walked in her house unannounced, “you can either stay in here until she leaves, or put clothes on, she’s only 18 so… .” 

“Who.. what?” Austin reaches for his clothes, he definitely missed something. 

“Oh, sorry I must have had that conversation in my head,” she makes a face, grabbing a pink tank and pulling it over her head, “I do that sometimes. I have employed my neighbor's daughter to make us dinner. She takes care of Kato during the week and when I’m gone.” She steps into a maxi skirt, “She is a fantastic chef and as soon as she is out of culinary school I am going to hire her as my full-time personal chef.” She starts, barefoot, down the hall. 

“Oh, well I’m gonna use the restroom, then I’ll be out.” he calls down the hall, “Personal chef?” he murmurs, wondering just how wealthy she is. 

When he steps out, a feast has been laid out on the marble bar of the kitchen.  A dark haired teen, diminutive in stature is unloading the last of her bags. She is telling Aya the dishes at breakneck speed and with nary a breath taken. Austin leans on the wall just inside the hallway, listening and trying to follow along.  

“Sea scallops, obvi, and beef carpaccio with the Italian olive oil you brought me. God that is amazing stuff. Lobster ravioli with mushroom reduction, Yes it’s THE wine.” she shimmes her shoulders excitedly. “I know you SAY you don’t like it, but I brought a nice beluga caviar service, just in case it changes your mind, plus your date might like it. Really, Aya, you don’t know what you are missing. A nice cheese plate with some goat and sheep’s cheeses too because I know how you are. Then for dessert I tried my hand at basque cheesecake. I think it’s ok, but you tell me. Then I was debating some dark chocolate truffles, but they totally didn't work. I don't think I’ll ever be a chocolatier, so, knowing you need chocolate, I whipped up my dark chocolate mousse with raspberries. Who do you have over? I thought you didn’t bring dates here? They must be special. Oh hi Kato,” she follows the movement of the cat, turns and sees Austin leaning with arms crossed. 

“Oh HI! I’m…. “ she pauses,  “Wait… you’re…“ Her mouth falls open, rendering her magically silent.  The girl looks at Aya in astonishment. 

“Austin, this is Bee,” Aya introduces her. 

“Nice to meet you Bee,” he waves, his voice soothing. Dammit, his sister is right, he slipped right into 'fan mode.'

“You too, Austin, ” she recovers her voice, “Damn Aya,” she casts a sidelong glance at Aya, “You cougar, you.” Then back to Austin, “Listen, if you like my stuff, you owe me a selfie.” She smiles.

“You can have one right now if you want,”  he says with a little smile.  

“Oh no, I want to know if you like my food first,” she smiles, “I have priorities.”

“You let me know if you want me to come clean up,” she says to Aya, waggling her eyebrows. Then she whips back to Austin, pointing at him threateningly, “You had better treat her right or else.” 

“Yes Ma’am,” he says, nodding seriously. 

“Good… enjoy you two!” and she walks out the front door. 

“Wow, she’s…” Austin starts.

“A teenage girl,” Aya shrugs, “But just wait until you taste her food.”

They ate out on the deck under the stars. He was astounded by each and every dish. Truthfully, it was better than some of the fancy Micheline star places he’d been. Aya doesn’t touch the caviar and neither does he. He doesn’t  mind caviar, but he is planning on putting his mouth on hers later. 

“Text Bee and tell her I owe her a whole bevy of selfies.” he says after tasting her mousse. 

Aya just laughs. 

Bee comes back to clean up, getting pics of him eating her food, a few selfies and an autograph. He helps her clean up, he just can’t help being polite and sweet. “I like him, you should keep him,” she says to Aya as she leaves. 

Aya’s eyes go wide and her lips press together, “Bye Bee” she says tight lipped and trying not to laugh.  

Bee just giggles and walks out. 

Austin pours the end of the bottle of wine into their two waiting glasses and motions for her to lead the way. He watches as she peels off her tank top and tosses it on the couch. With a coquettish glance over her shoulder, she walks outside. 

“I love being naked outside,” she says as she grabs a glass from his hand, sipping. 

He glances around, her back yard is completely secluded with vegetation  on either side. The ocean beyond was down a steep embankment of rock. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been naked outside,” he sets his glass down and peels his shirt off. 

She raises her eyebrows, and looks pointedly at his lower half. 

He shrugs and pulls his joggers off, leaving them in a puddle  on the deck. 

A randy smile crosses her lips. She tilts her chin towards the couch. 

He sits down, wine glass in hand, sipping. 

He gives her skirt the same look as she sidles up to him. She puffs out a breath with a slight shake of the head. She drains her wine glass instead.  She gathers the hem of her skirt in her hands and straddles his thigh. He knows she has nothing under her skirt, he watched her put it on for christ’s sake. But the feel of her nakedness against his thigh is still exhilarating. He wasn’t quite hard before, but he can feel his balls tighten under her skirt. She was right to leave it on, sexier this way. 

Aya settles down, knees on either side of his hips. 

“Sasha, dim the lights please,” she speaks as though to someone in the house. The lights lower, even the outside ones

“Who is Sasha,” Austin looks side to side nervously, painfully aware of his nudity.  

“It’s the house, silly,” she grins, “I like the whole smart house thing, so I named it. Makes it more fun.” 

He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head in slight embarrassment.  His hands slide up her thighs to her sides, moving with the expansion and contraction of her ribs. His thumbs are under her breasts and he can feel  as much as hear the vibration of the low, sexy ‘mmmm’ rumbling in her chest.  He pulls her to him, flexing his quads.

She is licking and biting her lip, looking down at him. Good lord he is agonizingly fine.

“Now for the real dessert,” she murmurs into his mouth just before she kisses him. 

 She pushes away only to let him pull her pussy lips back again over his muscular thigh. She pulls away from his lips with an audible smack. Her head falls backwards as the moon peeks out from behind a cloud, bathing her prominent tits in ethereal silver light. She looks fae. He wouldn't be surprised if she sprouted wings, pointy ears,  and horns at this point. Her panting increases as does her hip movements. He is mesmerized by her use of him, even just his thigh. 

“God I want to fuck you more,” the words slip from between his lips. 

“Do you now,” she purrs, looking down at him, her eyes seeming to glow. “And how do you want to fuck me more,” she mimics his tone and cadence for the words ‘fuck me more.’

She moves to straddle his whole lap, his cockstand pressed between them, the fabric of her skirt catching on his tip.

“Any way and all ways,” he gathers it in his hands, the stretchy waist of the maxi skirt easily allows him to pull it over her head. “That’s better, I like you naked,” he lightly runs his hands down her frame. 

He angles his hips, pressing forward and up. She lifts up, but not high enough to capture his long cock, only paint the shaft with her juices. His face is a mask of torture.

“Do you want this pussy, Austin?” she asks, her hands lock behind his neck. 

He looks up at her, hunger in his eyes, “Yes, yes I do.” 

He knows he sounded a little desperate, but he just doesn’t care. It doesn't matter that he was in her an hour ago, he wants her again.  When her hot pussy blissfully envelopes his hard cock, he realizes he might never be able to get enough of her. She is a Venus that needs to be worshiped at all costs.  He refuses to take his eyes off hers as he flexes his glutes, pressing into her. Her forehead creases, little mewls of pleasure squeak from her. It just makes him want to fuck her harder. 

So he does. 

Her ample tits bounce as he thrusts into her. He bites his lip. Lord she feels so damn good, looks so damn good, is so damn good.  He’s gonna cum if he keeps this up. 

He fills her to the brim, ramming into her over and over. She holds herself up just a bit. She could cum like this. But then she remembers something. 

She rises to her feet, pulling off him mid thrust. His eyes flash with frustration for a millisecond.

“I believe you promised me an ass fucking, Mr. Butler.” Her voice is sultry and smooth. 

His chest expands slightly,  whether from exertion, the abrupt cessation of his pleasure, or the way that she said ‘ass fucking’, she doesn’t know. 

He wasn’t going to remind her, wasn’t going to force her to make good on his mad threat from last weekend. He is actually slightly embarrassed that he even said it in his frenzy of dark mojo. Thank the lord for the bottle of wine they had already consumed, liquid courage and all. 

“I did, are you cashing in on that promise now?” his eye brows raise. He’s not well versed in anal, he’s tried it once or twice, but he’s never had a partner that really was into it.

“Oh yes,” she breathes out, running her finger tips along his shaft, “if you are ok with that.” 

“I am,” he nods, his dark self flaring up, “ but I might need some guidance, I’ve not done it much and not with much success.” 

“I got you, Austin.” she holds out a hand. “C’mon,”  she leads him toward the still open glass doors of her bedroom. 

“Just so you know,” she stops in the doorway, “it’s my plan to make you lose your mind.” 

Austin nods, capturing his rich bottom lip between his perfect teeth.

“In that case, I should inform you that I want to make you forget everything but my name when you cum,” he winks. 

“It’s Austin, right?” she teases. 

He purses his lips in a smile and narrows his eyes, but says nothing. 

She walks to the drawer beside the bed, reaches in and pulls out a clear bottle with a pump top. 

“You ok?” she asks, she’s not sure why. 

“Oh I’m more than ok,” he whispers, stepping to her and leaning into a passionate kiss. 

Aya hands him the lube, ”I'll be back in a few. when I do, you’d better have that cock lubed and ready.”

“Oh, I’ll be ready,”‘ Austin promises, his voice barely above a whisper. 

She disappears into the bathroom. 

He smiles, shaking his head to himself. 

“Jesus, that woman…” he murmurs. He is so turned on, she just hits things in him like no one else ever has. 

He positions himself by the open door, so he’ll be silhouetted by the low lights outside. He stands sideways, his hand full of lube, waiting to hear her bathroom door open. He knows how to put on a show, if nothing else. He knows just how magnetic he can be, and he wants her dripping the moment she sees him playing with himself. 

Aya steps into the bathroom and blows a long breath out into the mirror. “Fuck me, he is so unbelievably hot.’ 

She hurries to clean herself inside and out. She brushes out her long hair. She debates slipping  into a pair of red crotchless panties and a red lace crop top, but then remembers him saying he liked her naked. She pulls out her pretty steel butt plug. She is about to lube it up and push it into her ass, then she has a thought. If HE puts it in, he will be well on the way to losing his mind. She smiles deviously.

She walks out with it and a towel in her hand, Austin is standing, back lit, in front of the door.  His lean form is situated with his side to her. His back is arched, hips pushed forward so his cock juts out. The entire front of his body is outlined in the sparkly lights from the deck as he strokes himself slowly. She can hear his breathy moans. 

“Oh… my,” she is barely audible and stopped in her tracks, “You are so fucking sexy.” 

Dropping the towel on the bed, she quickly closes the distance between them, pressing her mouth to his in desperate need. His free hand wraps around her back, feeling just as needy. 

“You are…” she hesitates, panting slightly, “are you trying to make me lose control, Austin?” 

“Oh yes,” he growls into her mouth, pleased at her reaction. 

She almost loses it, almost shoves him down on the bed to ravish him. Almost slides her legs on either side of him. Almost pushes herself onto that gorgeous cock. Almost. She takes a big breath, tensing her jaw. She is determined to stay in control of herself. 

“Come over here,” she hooks a finger around his and leads him to the bed, ready to play her own card in this game of sexy one-ups. 

“I need to stretch my ass a little, if I’m going to take,” she runs two fingers lightly  over his lubed cock, ”this magnificent thing. So I got out my favorite butt plug." She holds it up for him to see, "I hope it's big enough." She holds it down near his hard cock, comparing the sizes. His breath catching in his throat is all the response she needs.  She climbs on all fours on the tall bed and holds up the plug. 

“Do you want to? Or shall I?” she says with a wicked glance over her shoulder. 

“Oh, well,” his eyes widen, taking it from her. “I’ve never… but I’ll try.”

“Be my guest,” she leans over and switches on a string of hanging lights that adorn the back of her bed. They give enough light, but keep the mood sexy. She leans her head down, ass up, opening her legs wide.

“Good lord that is a sight,” he murmurs.

He drips lube onto her exposed asshole. It’s a little cold, as is the steel, but it feel oh so good as he rubs it around in the lube and against her tight ass. 

“Just go slow, Austin.” she says 

“Yes, Ma’am.” he starts pushing. 

She inhales sharply, her mouth open.

He pushes harder then relents, her ass pushing it back at him. 

“Oh god yes,” she moans, fisting the sheets. 

He smiles, ‘who’s gonna make who lose all control?’ he thinks. 

“Fuck me with it.” she says, looking over her shoulder, eyes hooded in desire. 

Oh Dammit.  She is too hot all bent over and just the right height, he could fuck her just like this. No he will fuck her, just like this. He slides the plug in and out, going deeper each time. As it nears the drop off point,  her ass grabs it and pulls it from him. 

“Fuuu-uu-uu-uck” she says,  rocking her hips, letting the weight settle. 

“God that is hot, babe,” he breathes, hand caressing her round cheek. 

She pulls herself up on her knees and turns around to look at him with a lopsided smile,  “‘Babe?” her tone questioning. She shakes her head, she is not doing a good job of managing expectations here.

“Uh… well…um,” usually quick with a retort, his brain is completely derailed with how sexy she is right now. On her knees, looking over her shoulder, her hand fondling her own ass. Her hair flows down her back, begging to be wrapped around his fist. 

“You wanna fuck me with it in…Babe?” her words are slightly taunting, but her body, eyes and tone say something completely different.  

He crumbles at the sexy, wanton look on her face, not even registering her tease. “Oh, yes Ma’am,” he hears himself say.

She smiles, knowing she just knocked another notch from his self control.

”How do you want me, Austin. You want to be able to see it? Play with it?” This is not her first rodeo, she knows men. 

Holy hell how does she know exactly what he is thinking?

“I want you in every way, darlin’”, the way ‘darlin’ drips from his lips all southern-like is intoxicating. What’s better is that he doesn’t even seem aware that he’s doing it.

She is suddenly too turned on to care what he calls her. They reach for each other, lips crashing together hard and passionate.  His hand captures her breast, her spine twists to meet him. The heat in the room blazes between them. 

His cock is throbbing and he can’t help but hump against her hip. Fuck he needs her and right now, to hell with control. He pushes her back onto all fours and then manhandles her by the hips, pulling her back to meet him. The silver steel of the flange glinting at him in the tiny fairy lights. He rubs his lubed tip in her wet folds, groaning at the warmth. He nudges forward into her clit just a bit while pressing the stopper with his thumb. If the shaking of her hips and her soft throat-born moans weren’t enough to clue him in, the arching of her back and the pressing of her ass toward him was.

Holy shit, she had forgotten how much she liked being tossed around like this. Then to feel his tip entreating entrance? Fuck she wanted him now, control be damned. Her clit and ass pulse together straight  into her core as he touches them. He pushes, slipping his head into her wet folds.

The bulge of the plug presses against him. Like the plug going into her ass, once his head gets past the roundness, he feels sucked in as her pussy contracts around him. He can feel it slither up his spine. It doesn’t stop until he is deep in her. Even then she seems to want to draw him deeper.  He jostles the plug slightly. He can feel it moving against him, feel the vibrations as he taps it. Her moans of pleasure egg him on. 

She is so… full. His cock deliciously stuffing her pussy. Her ass hugging the steel of the plug. 

“Please, Austin, fuck me, please,” she moans. She means it, and she also knows that one of the two best ways to make a man go crazy is to show him how needy you are for him. 

“Begging for it, huh?” he teases her, pulling back “Ok, but only if you cum on my cock, can you do that for me darlin’.” 

Fuck, there it is again, that hint of southern gentleman laced with the promise of dirty deeds. 

“Uh-huh, just, my god, fuck me, I need you,” her breathy voice pleading. The other way to drive a man to delirious passion is to cum for him, on him, in front of him, because of him. 

He chuckles behind her ear and wraps her hair around his fist, making her wait.   Then he thrusts quickly, using his grip on her hip for leverage. 

She squeals out a tiny ‘oh’. He thrusts again and again, his growl reverberating low in his chest. 

Reaching between her legs, she can feel him entering her and how dripping wet she is.  His rhythm gets steadily faster, harder.  Her ‘oh’s get louder, more explosive as each plunge into her clicks her gears tighter and tighter. 

She knows her body well. One minute on her clit will set her off. She lightly flicks her swollen nub.

“You are so fucking hot under me. No one could even come close to how fucking sexy you are.” He means it too. Austin is not new to women. He knows the effect his voice has, using it to tell a woman just how sexy he finds her is his secret weapon.  And good lord, Aya takes the cake on being sexy as hell. 

“Oh fuck I’m gonna…”  she groans. She is suddenly shivering; arching and curling her spine in an explosive and sexy version of  cat/cow. Her pussy is clenching and unclenching on his cock. She fucks herself on him. Low wordless, moans flow from her. He comes perilously close to creaming her pussy. The pressure from her plug is almost too much. Luckily she jerks off of him to lay face down on the bed, panting and shivering. 

He smiles knowing he made her cum first. He can't help but reach out and tap the plug, she groans and twitches. 

Then, unexpectedly, she says, “Pull it out, I need that cock.” She lifts her hips up to him. He pulls on the plug, slow and steady. She is rubbing her pussy, her fingertips peaking out from between the bed and her cunt. 

“Fuckyes, fuckyes! Oh. My, God!” she almost cums again as it suddenly slips out. He puts it on the bedside table.

She rolls over, her eyes clouded with lust, her arms open. “Come’re” her voice sounds almost angry as she crooks her fingers at him.

She envelops him in her arms, pulling him down, desperate to feel his body along her own.  Her mouth is greedy against his. She wraps one leg around his waist and pushes against the bed with the other, flipping them over.

She sits up on him like a tiger in the jungle, ready to pounce. She pumps lube into her hand, then wraps it around his cock. She looks for all the world like she is stroking her own cock between her legs. It’s deliciously provocative. 

“You sexy mother fucker, I am so … oh .. god… you,” she says with a shaky breath. He is a fucking muse under her.

His hands clamp down on her thighs as his hips lift up into the friction of her hand

“Oh yeah? Well I …. You… are… fuck,” his cock bounces in her hand.

Neither of them are able to form full sentences. The lust is thick and palpable. 

She nods at him, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.  He nods back, not trusting his tongue. He is nervous. She reaches behind her with a lubed hand, smearing it on her asshole.

“Hold still,” her voice is commanding "I'll have to go slow at first."  'Torturously slow', she thinks. 

He’s never seen anyone so hot as she is at this moment. She leans forward, holding herself up with one hand on his shoulder. The other holding his cock tight against her hole. It takes everything in him not to flip them and rail her into the mattress. But he is willing to take orders, especially from her. He can feel her sphincter tight around his head as she slowly eases down onto him. He is shaking, trying to control his body from thrusting into her. Her ass is unbelievably tight, he didn’t know it would feel this good. 

Holy hand grenade, he feels so damn big in her ass. She is breathing though the stretching, she knows if she can get him in and relax, she will adjust. Panting out little breaths she finally makes it down his cock. She pauses there, forcing herself to relax with long breaths. 

“You ok?” he asks, trembling. He is so sweet. 

“Yeah, just give me a minute,” she breathes,”you are… big.”  

A red blush rises to his cheeks and he huffs out a breath, looking down and away. 

“Are you being shy?” her eyes narrow playfully as she leans forward slowly, moving on him. “Austin, darling, your big, gorgeous cock…” she can’t help but moan, “...is b- buried, in my tight, little, ass.  There is no room for shy now, sweetheart. 

Apparently they call each other pet names now. 

His jaw is set as he looks up at her through his long eyelashes. His tight little moans accent her movement. He is determined to not thrust as she slides up and down on him a few more times. 

She stops with him deep. His face is scrunched up trying to keep himself in check. Even so, he is utterly breathtaking. She leans down to kiss him. He involuntarily moans at the forward movement. 

“Oh look at you, all that control,” she taunts him, a slight panting to her breath, “when I know you just want to ramrod into me until you fill me. You wanna watch my pussy grasp at nothing as you fuck my asshole? You can,  I’m ready for it now.” she whispers in his ear.

“Oh… you vixen. I may ruin you,” the glint in his eye sparks as his lip curls into a smile, his hands clamping down on her hips. 

“I dare you to try.” she smiles slyly at him. It’s always better at this point, when they can take control. 

For a split second, Austin considers teasing her back. Pushing her off him and not giving her what she so clearly wants. But where is the fun in that? He locks his hands onto her hips and in one motion, rolls her over in the big bed still buried in her ass. 

“What I want, is to watch you come undone on my cock,”  he tries an experimental slow thrust into her. 

“Oh I will, OH! “ she moans below him with her head back, tits pushing forward, wrapping her  legs around his waist, pulling him further into her.

“Ohmigod.. so tight,” he moans as he rides her slowly. “Can I… are you?… fuck it’s so good, Aya.” He is lost. 

“Yes and yes…” she nods, “and you are right, it is.” God he feels so fucking good.

He continues to move slowly, just luxuriating in the sensations. His arms thread under hers, his hands cup her head. He shakes a little as he pushes in, inhales as he pulls back. It is so completely intimate. 

She is giving herself over to it, matching him breath for breath. Her fingers digging into his bulging upper arms. It feels so damn amazing. All her senses are focused on the friction. On the in and out of his cock. It winds her slowly tighter and tighter. She is about to reach between them to get to her clit. 

“I want to see it,” he says simply and suddenly. 

He sits back on his wide knees, pulling her with him. Her hips tilt and he nearly slips all the way out. 

“Oh fuck it’s so good Austin!” she moans loudly as he pushes back in.

“Fuck that is hot” his fingers casually pet her wet labia, exploring. Her pussy is engorged, open and willing. Her clit is glistening, beckoning for his touch.  His eyes are glued to their joining. 

“Oh lord, Austin,” she clenches, even the lightest touch magnified. 

He watches her pussy wink at him, he smiles deviantly. Pushing his cock deeper. 

“I’m gonna finger this pretty pussy now,” his voice is deep and authoritative, “and you are gonna cum.”

With a nod, she feels his ring and middle finger slide easily into her dripping pussy.  He begins to steadily work her.  Her eyelids flitter as he pushes and pulls his cock in her stretched asshole. His opposite thumb trails down her inner thigh and alights upon her clit, tracing a soft circle. It feels beyond amazing. 

“Oh, oh, oh” each separated by a panting inbreath. She opens the eyes she didn’t realize she had closed to see him staring at her. His nostrils flaring with lust. He looks dark and predatory. Patiently, steadily and inch by inch ensnaring her into orgasm.

She is like a mythological siren under him. Every whimpered vowel, every heave of her chest pulls at him. Her very being seems to be begging him to abandon his steadfast approach and just have at her ass. He will, he tells himself, as soon as she cums. He will pound his cum into her. It won’t take that long, she feels so damn divine. It’s like her tight little hole makes him feel bigger, more sensitive. It’s wild. 

Her breath begins to come in rapid gasps. Her hands grasping the back of her knees. She curls up, body straining to cum. 

“Please harder! Fuck me harder!” she begs.

 He refuses, keeping her on that sweet edge for just a little longer. His thumb, however, can’t help but flash across her clit. 

She is poised at the brink, in that maniacal place of almost. She wonders, in the back of her mind, if she’ll pass out before she cums, what with all her panting. His cock fills her ass over and over. His fingers burrow in her pussy, are there three now?  Then his thumb sparks across her clit and there is no more precipice to balance on, she is cast into the abyss. Her whole nervous system ablaze, lit up with his cock, switched on by his fingers.

“Austin, Austin, AUSTIN YESSS AUUUUUS-TIIIN!!" she screams from the depths of her soul. 

He’d heard women scream his name before, on the street, in bed, at red carpet events. He had never heard his name quite like this. It was primal, like a wild incantation. It triggered him deep in his primitive brain. It pried opened an inner damper as she squirted all over his hands. LIttle flecks of moisture peppered both their stomachs, her inner thighs and the root of his cock. His wet fingers dig now, into her thighs. His body let loose, he rages into her, slamming his hips against her ass.  

She keeps screaming “YES! YES! YES!”

He was right. It doesn't take long, or does it? Time has lost all meaning, only reaching the edge and leaping off it with her matters. She thrashes, trapped under his demanding body. She cums and cums, Jesus how much. 

Finally he thrusts deep, pumping his cum into her shaking ass. His ‘ugh’ begins as a whimper and cascades into a deep vibrating growl. His hips give a final jerk into her.

With the sudden cessation of his thrusts, Aya can feel his cock throbbing in her ass. She pants, strung out on vivid pleasure. Her eyes flutter open to see him above her, head hanging forward, his mouth hanging open. His fingers still clamped onto her thighs and shaking. He lifts his gaze to hers. They are both just shocked at how good it is. They stare at one another each trying to find a way back, an anchor point. She moistens her lips, dry from moaning and panting. The corner of her mouth lifts in a half smile. He returns it, licking his own lips. He moves to back away and pull out. 

“Wait!” she grabs his hands and he freezes, “go slow.” 

He nods, looking down at her empty swollen cunt. She reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit side to side with rapid strokes. He pulls out so slowly. It feels so fucking good, her pussy clenches, releases, clenches, releases. She shakes, cumming yet again, spine undulating. Her voice hoarse with moaning. When he is out, she curls up on her side, eyes closed, breath shaky. 

“Hey,” he curls up in front of her, “you ok?” He has no idea if this is normal or if he hurt her. 

She nods, trying to recover her breath. His arms wrap around her, holding her steady. She presses her forehead to his chest, needing the grounding. 

“Yeah, that was just… intense and fucking amazing,” she finally says.

“Mmm hmm,” he nuzzles into her hair, inhaling her scent.  

“Come on, we need to shower after that,” she says after several minutes. 

“Hmmm, yeah,” his voice is sleepy in her ear, but he pushes himself to sitting. 

Aya goes first, just wanting to wash her body, not her hair. Austin slips into the big walk-in shower with her, soaping up her back. She turns around to kiss him, his soapy hands gliding over her torso. 

“Lord you are gorgeous Austin,” Aya says, ”It feels like a travesty, to have you in my shower and not have the energy to fuck you, that’s twice now.” 

“You take my breath away, Aya,” he says simply. “It’s ok, we can take a rain check on hot shower sex.” Again with the promises of more to come.  

Aya is standing in the doorway, the cool night air raising goosebumps on her naked skin. Moonlight streaming in. She turns to see Austin step out of her bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Yup, a total travesty. 

She had offered him one of the guest rooms, but he said he preferred to sleep with her. She liked the idea of his beautiful self merely an arms reach away all night.

“If I wake you by riding your morning wood, will you mind?” she says both cheekily and seriously. 

“Not unless you mind me doing the same,” he smiles. 

“It IS the best way to be woken up, that and ba- ay -ay con,” Aya yawns. 

As he curls around her from behind, Kato balled up at their feet, she thinks just how good this feels, how much she has missed having something like this.  Before she drifts off, she quietly smothers her inner voice, the one that is reminding her of personal vows made long ago.

Austin feels her deep breaths, feels her fall asleep. He gently brushes her hair away from her neck.  It’s been a long time since he felt anything like this. Like a kid in love. Sure, he’s cared about those others, but this feels next level.  

‘Why am I having these feelings? Jesus, who is this woman?’ he thinks to himself. ‘It’s just an orgasm-induced oxytocin release, Austin, calm down,’ he tells himself. ‘Yeah but no,’ is his internal rebuttal, ‘I don’t think it’s just that. She is so… I don’t know… just...more. Maybe it’s just the newness of it all.  Well, I can either run for the hills, or wait and see how this all plays out.' He shakes his head, heaving a big sigh,  just before a well deserved sleep overtakes him.

#austin butler #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #one sexy mother fucker

[musicforants]

Happy new year! Here’s my favorite albums & songs in of 2023. Click here to listen to my full Best Songs playlist* (100+ tracks) via Spotify or Apple Music.

FAVORITE ALBUMS OF 2023

Sufjan Stevens - Javelin

The National - First Two Pages of Frankenstein / Laugh Track

Lana Del Rey - Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd

boygenius - The Record

Yo La Tengo - This Stupid World

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown - Scaring the Hoes

Caroline Rose - The Art of Forgetting

Blur - The Ballad of Darren

Ratboys - The Window

Blondshell - s/t

Youth Lagoon - Heaven is a Junkyard

Caroline Polachek - Desire, I Want To Turn Into You

The Mountain Goats - Jenny From Thebes

Jeff Rosenstock - Hellmode

Wilco - Cousin

Jessie Ware - That! Feels Good!

Slowdive - everything is alive

Indigo De Souza - All of this will end

Wednesday - Rat Saw God

Romy - Mid Air

DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ - Destiny

Billy Woods & Kenny Sagan - Maps

The Japanese House - In the end it always does

Yves Tumor - Praise a Lord who chews but which does not consume

The Clientele - I Am Not There Anymore

Roison Murphy - Hit Parade

Bully - Lucky For You

M83 - Fantasy

Jess Williamson - Time Ain’t Hospitable

Sofia Kourtesis - Madres

FAVORITE SONGS OF 2023

Sufjan Stevens - Shit Talk

Lana Del Rey - A&W

The National - Tropic Morning News

Feist - Borrow Trouble

Blondshell - Joiner

Blur - The Narcissist

boygenius - Not Strong Enough

MGMT - Mother Nature

Wednesday - Chosen To Deserve

Yo La Tengo - Aselestine

Caroline Rose - Miami

Ratboys - The Window

Roison Murphy - The Universe

Oneohtrix Point Never - A Barely Lit Path

Indigo De Souza - Younger & Dumber

Jeff Rosenstock - 3 Summers

Caroline Polachek - Blood & Butter

Sun June - Get Enough

Yard Act - The Trench Coat Museum

DJ Sabrina The Teenage DJ – Honey

Girl Scout - Weirdo

JPEGMAFIA & Danny Brown - Lean Beef Patty

Sofia Kourtesis - Madres

Overmono - Good Lies

Bully - Days Move Slow

Youth Lagoon - Idaho Alien

Katy Kirby - Cubic Zirconia

Andy Shauf - Halloween Store

Romy - She's On My Mind

M83 - Oceans Niagara

Yves Tumor - Echolalia

Big Thief - Vampire Empire

Olivia Rodrigo - get him back!

Fever Ray - Kandy

Jessie Ware - Begin Again

The Japanese House - Boyhood

Kelela - Contact

Jess Williamson - Hunter

Mitski - My Love Mine All Mine

billy woods & Kenny Segal - Soft Landing

Tennis - Let's Make a Mistake Tonight

Slowdive - shanty

Beirut - Hadsel

NewJeans - Super Shy

The Clientele - Blue Over Blue

Nation of Language - Sole Obsession

ANOHNI - This Must Change

The Last Dinner Party - Nothing Matters

Slaughter Beach, Dog - Engine

The Beatles - Now and Then

Link to full 100+ track playlist on Spotify / Apple Music

*playlist subject to change

#lists #music #best of 2023 #sufjan stevens #lana del rey #boygenius #the national #blur #blondshell #yo la tengo #caroline rose #ratboys #jeff rosenstock #youth lagoon #feist #spotify #apple music #Indigo De Souza

[tastesoftamriel]

Hello talviel! How do the cuisines of the Morrowind great houses vary from another? does ashlander cuisine vary from house dunmer cuisine?

House Redoran

Redoran cooking is slightly heartier, featuring dishes like Hound and Rat pie or Crab Meat and Scuttle. As a major force on Raven Rock, Redoran cuisine places a lot of emphasis on easily available ingredients, such as fish, horker, and ash yams as opposed to the more traditional varied ingredients of mainland Morrowind. Mudcrab and fish stew with saltrice, ash yam and kwama egg fritters, and horker roast with comberry jam and fried ash yams are some of the dishes you'll find dining with a Redoran.

House Telvanni

House Telvanni is known for its exquisite cuisine based around nourishing herbs and roots. Infused with all sorts of alchemy I'm not privy to (and never will be), every Telvanni kitchen boasts whole cupboards of mysterious spices and herbs with special flavours and properties. Double-boiled gingko chicken soup, nix-hound braised with dried comberries and ginseng, and saltrice congee with sliced fish and pickled ginger are typical dishes you'll find in mushroom towers. Canis Root Tea adds a nice touch to any Telvanni meal too, especially with a bit of sweet marshmerrow!

House Hlaalu

Hlaalu food is always satisfying, and utilises more foreign ingredients than other Houses due to their success in trade. While staple meats and vegetables like nix-hound and hackle-lo are still on the table, Hlaalus are just as likely to have goat or even beef. Dishes would include kwama egg pie with a butter (as opposed to scuttle) crust, fried saltrice with pork and Hammerfell spices, and braised abalone and hackle-lo in Pellitine oyster sauce. And of course, Balmora Cabbage Biscuits, stuffed with nix-hound and spiced cabbage, are the ideal Hlaalu travel snack.

House Indoril

Standard fare for House Indoril is very much traditional Dunmeri food as we know it, which comes as no surprise due to their political leanings. Based out of Mourhold, the House consumes less seafood than others on coastal or island Morrowind, due to their relatively inland location. Kagouti and guar are the most popular meats, making pulled kagouti stew, guar meatball and scuttle gratin, and steamed scrib cabbage stuffed with minced meat standard fare.

House Dres

As is to be expected, House Dres meals are primarily based on saltrice. Whether it's saltrice crackers, bread, porridge, or straight up steamed saltrice, this is the House that has figured out everything imaginable that you can do with the plant. Fried saltrice with crispy scrib, saltrice soup with ash yams and trama root, and kwama egg omelette stuffed with spiced saltrice are delicious meals you'll find as a guest at any Dres farm.

And while it shouldn't be mentioned, it should anyway. You can read more about Sixth House cuisine here.

You can also read about Ashlander cuisine on p. 20-23 of my compendium.

#Asks #Dunmer #Dark elves #Food #World building #worldbuilding #Tes #The Elder Scrolls #Morrowind

[hawkeyedflame]

I won’t lie your constant exposure to carnivore diet and other things you talked about have intrigued me but I’m currently a poor uni student with no job rn. Do you have any small tips for me on a low budget? I know I should be more specific about the advise but I’m asking as a catch all I guess. Sorry if I’m being a bother

(Sorry for the ramble I get sidetracked easily)

You're not bothering me. To some degree my advice will depend on whether you're a man or woman and what animal products you're willing to include/exclude. The "purest" form of carnivore is only red meat (meat from ruminant animals such as beef, lamb, elk, venison, goat, etc) with no dairy and no eggs. If that's not your style then include whatever you like. HOWEVER. I strongly recommend making fatty red meat the primary food, as well as eggs and butter if you like them and have no allergies. A lot of people think that the trick to keto/carnivore is that it's a low carb and high protein diet, but in fact the key to carnivore is that it is a high fat diet. Fat is the body and brain's optimal fuel source, so make sure you eat a lot of it. Lean meats like poultry and lean beef/pork cuts will not produce good results. If you're a woman, you will likely find that a caloric ratio of about 80% fat to 20% protein will feel the best. It is unclear exactly why women seem to benefit so much from this while men don't see much difference, but this means that women seeking this so-called "high fat carnivore" will have to supplement their meat with extra fat sources such as butter or fat trimmings. Personally, I get beef fat trimmings from a local butcher and cook them with each meal. If you're not a woman you can still do this, but it may not give much benefit over just eating meat normally (although there are male athletes who report that high fat is better for them, so for men it may come down to activity level). My theory for why women thrive more on a higher fat ratio is that large megafauna, most of which are now extinct, likely had a fat-to-muscle ratio that was closer to what the female body needs to support optimal hormonal and reproductive health. In the evolutionary timeline, these animals have not been gone for long and there's no reason to assume our biological processes would have evolved to be fully adapted to their absence yet. That's just my speculation though.

Anyway, for affordability, I think the most obvious answer is to shop the sales on everything and learn to work with cheap cuts of meat. I personally buy my beef by the animal, so I end up with a small handful of the prized cuts such as ribeyes and strip loins, and a whole lot of roasts, ribs, and ground beef. as a university student you do not have the financial bandwidth to do this, so you are stuck searching for the cheaper cuts like chuck, shank, top/bottom round, sirloin tip, as well as ground beef. all of these cuts can make delicious meals, especially if you opt to continue using seasonings (i personally do not, but neither do i begrudge those who are unwilling to give them up). these cuts are leaner, but if you add extra fat (trimmings or butter) then you can still get a good caloric ratio out of it.

if you or anyone you know has a Costco (or equivalent store) membership, you can also buy wholesale primal cuts. upfront cost is a bit high, but the price per pound is significantly cheaper than grocery stores. you can get brisket for like $2/lb at Costco

chicken is generally pretty cheap, especially if you buy the cheaper cuts like drumsticks and thighs. but again, it's very lean so be mindful of that. same goes for pork. also salmon is a really good and fatty option if you like fish.

i also save the melted fat which comes off when I cook beef fat, and reuse that whenever i need cooking oil for a different meal, so i don't burn through store bought tallow/lard or butter.

one of the biggest factors in determining your cost will be whether or not you are fussy about conventional vs pasture raised meat. if you are happy to eat conventional, then your costs will be significantly lower than if you insist on pastured products. as far as the impact on your health, there isn't much information about the difference between the two, i know people who eat conventional and others who eat pastured, they all feel good. for myself, and many people who choose pastured products, it's an ethical decision more than anything.

lastly, again i don't know your financial situation but if you have some wiggle room, you can look into an online butcher such as butcherbox, moink, betterfed, and others. the meat is a bit more wholesale so the price per pound tends to come out much cheaper than buying from a grocery store, however this again, like Costco, has a higher upfront cost.

i hope this information is helpful! let me know if you have any other questions and i'll do my best to answer them (hopefully with less rambling next time).

#Anonymous #carnivore diet #i just realized i gave up on proper sentence structure halfway through LMAO #long post

[eldstunga]

Barley is bad at flirting.

#barley #faun #satyr #my art #ipad doodles #lean goat beef #baker goat #she knows baking #and love is a difficult recipe

[scienceoftheidiot]

Psssst....

29. does your region/city have a beef with another place in your country?

Haaa well.

I don't know that my current region has beef with anyone. They are very chill. The whole country thinks we're bumpkins raising cows and eating cheese - occasionally producing tyres and mineral water - and that's it. Maybe rugby wise there's something 🤔

Where I was born, though, there was a serious beef (more than one. Beeves? Lol). Thing is, I hopped from one region to the other side. While I consider that I come from both, many will tell you I need to chose a side.

They are fighting over goat cheese (le picodon c'est ardéchois ou dromois ? Vous avez une heure), over curated meat (caillette chaude ou caillette froide ?), over who is the most touristic place (we all hate tourists though), and they just basically hate each other. The Ardèche side is seen as bumpkins who live in goat shit, the Drôme side is rich Provence wannabees who brag about their lavender.

I lean more towards Ardèche because I hate people, but nowadays I don't live there anymore and I'm just laughing at them both.

Lol thank you for asking !

(le picodon c'est dromois et la caillette c'est chaude avec des patates, merci)

#ask game #replies

[capriciouscaprine]

good morning!! numbers, esp. bc I remembered to check in today!

writing things down is SO important when you don't remember things easily like me; I actually thought I had gone up bc I misremembered my numbers from last week, but I'm down 1/2$! ($123.2->$122.6) I'm gonna see if I can have more days like yesterday to continue going down, but I've basically met my relaxed goal for the month already!

I know I need to get my protein up, my body has been loudly craving meat of any kind and now I have some from the farm so I'm having it for as many meals as possible; it's goat, so it's low in f compared to other red meats and thus lower in c's: the internet says it's 143c per 100 grams aka 3.5 ounces; ground beef (which, there are different lean mixes which will vary) is 270c for the same amount! I know it's not a common grocery store meat, so I consider myself very lucky that I can get it, and especially for free

for breakfast, I had 1/4 cup meat and the remaining minute rice/cauliflower rice mix done basically as a hash (with spice mix! not unseasoned!!) plus some ketchup on top for 149, one serving of egg substitute (25) just to see what only one serving looked like (which was so tiny it was silly), and then a tiny bowl of yogurt with berries and granola for 86, plus my coffee (25), for a breakfast total of 285!!!

that's so good for such a big breakfast!! I'm really hoping it helps me stay full today, we've got block schedule so I'm usually STARVING after just the first class period bc I eat breakfast so early and lunch is so late (nearly 1 pm!); deffo gonna go back to being someone who eats breakfast after they get to work to avoid this in the future

for snack/2nd breakfast I'm taking a fiber bar (unwrapped) bc I'm craving chocolate (90), rice crispy treat (80), and cheddar puffs (70) to go with my coffee (25) for 265, and for lunch I've got my usual chicken salad sandwich (300) plus the wild card of the last of my dried cantaloupe (~100 left) and my coffee, so I'll come home at either 875 or 975 running total if I eat everything I've packed

tbh the chicken salad is a little bit killing my numbers here, but it's SO convenient; it's a pre-mixed single serving in a cup that comes in a pack of four, so I can just grab one and go each day and not have to think too much about it; however, I am set to run out of it right after my final presentation is due, which means I'll be able to use my morning time to prepare my own food from scratch, and it looks like while the flavor might be a bit different, I could have more food for fewer c's if I did make it myself

#cc og #the slimmening

[blubushie]

have you eaten cat? what about dog? whats wombat taste like? kangaroo? emu? crocodile? possum? camel? snake? koala? those big lizards? whats the worst thing youve ever eaten?

Have you eaten cat?

Yes. I don't like to let things go to waste. Tastes kind of like pork but gamey. In texture it's close to pork or goat. I've eaten goat too.

What about dog?

Red meat what tastes like sheep and beef but more metallic and meaty. It's actually really bloody good (a lot of carnivore meat is) and I'd eat it more if it wasn't for the stigma and mental block of "this is a companion animal." That's hard to get over but if you fed someone dog meat and they didn't know it was dog meat, they'd want seconds. It's delicious.

What's wombat taste like?

No clue, never had it, and Victoria (last state to allow their hunting) banned the unlicensed hunting of wombats in 2020. That said, Jack's an Aborigine and doesn't need a hunting licence so long as he's hunting to feed himself or his mates and isn't hunting to sell the meat. I texted him (you're lucky he wakes early) and according to him it's really fatty and sort of pork-like but generally "neutral" and doesn't have much flavour.

What's kangaroo taste like?

Red meat, tastes like a mix between beef and lamb but with the gaminess of venison. Really good if you ask me. Has to be cooked fast or it'll toughen up and it tastes gross. This is a sear meat and not a roast meat.

What's emu taste like?

Never had it. Had to ask Jack again. He says it tastes like beef. It's a red meat and looks a lot like beef too.

What's crocodile taste like?

It's a white meat, tastes like pork with a slight fishy taste. The meat's flaky but incredibly juicy. I personally love it. The croc sliders at Daly Waters are to die for.

What's possum taste like?

Like rabbit but way better. Very juicy.

What's camel taste like?

Depends on the age of the camel. An adult healthy one tastes like lean beef with a hint of game if you get the right cuts. An older one is much gamier. Lean like kangaroo has to be cooked fast but this is a meat that can be cooked to well if you do it right.

What's snake taste like?

Chicken but more neutral with not much flavour. It's absorbent so it'll take on the flavour of whatever you cook it with. Not that good by itself but add some native spices and it's great.

What's koala taste like?

No clue. They were hunted to near-extinction in antiquity (for their pelts, not meat) and I don't know of anyone alive who's hunted or tasted one. After researching it looks like it wasn't a preferred game animal even by the Aborigines and was only eaten in times of famine. The meat is very oily and apparently takes on the eucalyptus flavour from their diet, so I'd wager it tastes very fucking bitter.

What's those big lizards taste like?

I assume you mean goanna? They have thin fishy bones but they're actually really good. Taste like chicken. Jack and I usually stuff the body with native spices and native yams and either tie the body closed with twine and roast them over a campfire or lay them on their back over hot coals. The skin peels off easily if you roast them, or it flakes off when you brush off the ashes if you cook them over coals.

What's the worst thing you've ever eaten?

A cigarette on a dare by Jack when I was drunk. If you mean things that are actually food and I didn't eat on a dare, probably dog kibble. If you mean food meant to be eaten by humans, then, uh... black liquorice? I hate it with a burning passion.

Also almost ate my rifle once or twice, but that's besides the point.

#blu whos #bushman

[fizzyxcustard]

Ultimatum (4)

Masterlist of fan fiction

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)

Pairings: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Lots of angst. 

Summary: You and Guy discuss your feelings for each other, and act on those feelings. However, you know that Guy can be a better man and can’t stand by to watch him fall into a pit of atrocity while serving under the Sheriff. Will Guy choose you or Sheriff Vaisey? 

Comments/Notes: If you wish to be tagged in any of my tag lists for fics or characters, please let me know, and stipulate what you want to be tagged in.  People who do not interact with my fics (even if just a ‘like’) after a month or two will be taken off my list. You can probably already see that my tag list has now shortened by about half; please, please if you want to be on my tag list at least show some interest, or if you lose interest, just ask to be taken off. 

I’ve also changed the plot a little. Marian never died, but instead has gone on the run with Robin.

A week later and you had successfully found work. Henry, a kind old farmer had agreed to your payment: access to a bed in his spare room and two bronze coins per week. It was more than enough to maintain a decent lifestyle until you could move on to better work. 

“You ain’t from around here?” he had asked immediately, leaning his elbow on the fence which surrounded his goats. 

“No, I’ve come from Nottingham. Felt it best to move away, see if I can make a bit of money elsewhere,” you said, offering a sad smile. 

On the seventh night that you had been at Henry’s small, humble home, you sat opposite him, tucking into beef stew. He was watching you. Tired, yet quizzical eyes studied you from under a pair of grey, bushy eyebrows. 

“You’re running from something, girl,” he said suddenly, then opened his mouth wide and took a large mouthful of steaming stew. “Unrequited love, maybe? Some kind of lost love anyway.” 

You raised an eyebrow and then looked down at your stew, stirring the meat and carrots among the gravy. “How did you guess?” 

“There’s a sadness in your eyes. It’s a sadness that we all get when we’ve lost someone we love. The fact you’ve left Nottingham means that it’s more than likely a man. I’m guessing someone of standing.” 

“I’d rather not talk about it, Henry, if you don’t mind.”

Henry didn’t bring the subject up again, but he remained watchful over you. He saw you write letters during the evening hours and then burn them on the main fire. No doubt they were undelivered letters to this lover of yours. 

***

Another visitor appeared in the village but a fortnight after your appearance. Henry noticed that this stranger had been asking around for a young woman who had stopped there. The visitor was dressed in dark garb, and kept his head lowered.

You decided to go out and meet this mysterious man. Your heart was racing as you hoped with everything inside you that it was Guy. Had he finally come to be with you? 

The morning was bright and mild as you stepped out. The man was at the house just a couple of hundred yards up from Henry’s residence. You hurried towards him, feeling the anxiety gather in your chest. Was it him? 

The man turned. Your heart sank as you looked upon him. “Abe?” you asked, eyes wide. “What are you doing here?” 

“Looking for you,” he replied, looking relieved. “Both your father and Gisborne have been looking for you. But it was Gisborne who officially sent me to get you to come back.”

“Does my father know the reason why I left?” you asked, sighing. 

“I had a good idea why you left, but your father is still none the wiser. Gisborne is too much of a coward to admit to your father that he’s the reason you left. He played along with your father, pretending to not know.” 

A tear dripped down your cheek. “He won’t leave Nottingham, and the Sheriff’s side. Why?” Your words came out as a hiss and you balled your hand into a fist. “I thought he loved me.” 

“Gisborne is a mystery no one will solve in a hurry,” Abe replied sadly. “He’s paid me to take you back, but I’m not going to force you. What you choose to do is up to you.” 

“Typical Guy.” 

“He hasn’t been the same since you left, you know? He’s more of a recluse, barely speaks. And for some reason keeps demanding apples from the kitchen, which I believe is something to do with you.” Abe chuckled and nudged you. “The man isn’t completely heartless as we’ve all believed.” 

“I don’t think anyone ever truly is, Abe. Will you come and join me and Henry for lunch?” 

As soon as Henry heard Guy’s name mentioned, he raised an eyebrow and looked at you in shock. “Gisborne? Guy of Gisborne? He’s the one you’re running from?” 

“Yes,” you replied with a sigh. 

Abe reached across and took another apple from the bowl of fruit that had been set on the table. Around it were some freshly cut pieces of meat, butter that had been churned only the day before, and bread that was almost straight from the oven.

Henry stared at you for a few seconds. “That name is known throughout the country, and not for good things. How did you become caught up with the likes of him?” 

“Believe it or not, Guy can be a good man,” you said. “I think it takes someone who is patient to really break through his icy demeanour and gleam what’s underneath. Getting to know Guy certainly didn’t come overnight.” 

Henry propped his elbows on the table. “Love, why are you wasting your time on a scoundrel like him? Money and power are the only things on Gisborne’s mind. We all know that. For the time I’ve known you, you seem like a really good woman, and I’d hate to see him take advantage of that.” 

Abe spoke up. “I do believe he feels something for her. How deep that runs, I don’t know and wouldn’t want to speculate. He’s paid me to take her back.” 

Henry scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Can’t even come himself, but has to send someone else to do his dirty work. Seriously, you’re better off without someone like him in your life.” 

Frustration hit you suddenly. “And you’re so perfect are you, Henry? So perfect that you’ve never associated with anyone who is below worthy to be called a paragon of virtue?” You shoved the wooden stool from the table, it screeching across the floor, and you stormed out into the mid-day sun. 

“Women, eh?” Henry chuckled wryly as Abe shoved another half of apple into his mouth. 

You stood in the warmth of the sun with your arms crossed and tried so hard not to cry, but failed miserably. Your dam broke and tears fell down your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry. I never meant to offend you,” Henry apologised. “I just don’t want to see you hurt, that’s all. I don’t think Abe does either.” 

“I’ve been hurt enough by Guy. I doubt he could hurt me any more than he already has.”

***

Once Abe had returned to Nottingham, Guy was immediately at his side. “Well, where is she?” Guy was irritated; it showed immediately in his ice blue eyes. 

“I’m not going to force her back, Sir Guy,” Abe replied coolly. 

Guy grabbed Abe and shoved him back against the stone wall of the castle. “You will do whatever I pay you to do, is that understood?” he bellowed, gritting his teeth. 

Abe dragged himself out of Guy’s grasp. “Go and fight for her yourself! Instead of sending us out in your stead, go and do the proper thing and talk to her yourself.” 

Guy knew that Abe was right and sighed, drawing away from the confrontation. He turned on his heel, tossing one last cold glare over his shoulder, and then walked away, back up the steps leading into the castle. 

Your father was standing in the main entrance and had heard the commotion that was going on, and had heard all of the shouts. “You’re the reason I’ve lost my daughter!” your father hissed. 

Guy turned and saw your father standing but ten feet or so away from him. Your father’s hand was on the pommel of his sword and his stare was focused intently on the man who had rejected you. “She wanted me to leave with her. I tried to make her see sense.” 

Your father stepped up to Guy, his eyes wide and piercing. “You will go yourself, Guy. You will go and make this right. You have three options. You can go and make this right; go to her and be the man that she deserves. You can bring her back and never speak a word to her again if your intention is not to wed her. Or, and I will take great delight in this, I rip off your manhood and feed it to you. Which will it be?” 

***

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[dorian-gets-healthy]

Go-to dinners when eating with family or partners:

Air fryer salmon fillets and veggies

Pasta bolognaise (traditional Italian recipe without added sugar or preservatives) with fresh egg pasta if possible

Eye fillet steaks and veggies

Sticky pork/beef noodles

Chicken and vegetable stir fry with brown rice

Egg roll in a bowl

Lean cuisine lamb and rosemary hot pot frozen meals

Lamb back strap salad with lettuce, goats cheese, cucumber, toasted pine nuts and balsamic dressing

Home made pizzas (home made dough, tomato based sauce, mozzarella cheese, fresh sliced tomato, basil, chicken)

Chicken or paneer curry and rice with a salad

One tray chicken breast and vegetable oven roast with crispy potatoes (balsamic seasoning works well, or smoked paprika and olive oil)

If you want any of the recipes I use, comment down below and I’ll post them!

#diet #food #nutrition #dietician #health #nutritionist #food blog #healthy eating #recipes

[sneek-m]

Favorite Rap, 2023

Here's a Spotify playlist of this top 50. Here is the YouTube playlist where I've kept all of my rap finds throughout the year as well.

Veeze - “GOMD”

Sexyy Red - “SkeeYee”

P-Lo - “Regular”

Lil Yachty - “Strike (Holster)”

Gloss Up - “Stamp Dat”

Bktherula - “Back”

TaTa & Kyle Richh - “Cuz We Did” / Kyle Richh x Jenn Carter - “Deuce”

Ken Carson - “Jennifer’s Body”

Jpegmafia & Danny Brown - “Lean Beef Patty”

DaeMoney, Babyface Ray, Lucki & Money Musik ft. Veeze - “Who Is That?”

Certified Trapper - “Each Smack”

Cochise - “Perm”

Anycia & Karrahbooo - “Splash Brothers”

Icewear Vezzo - “Motion”

Rae Sremmurd - “Flaunt It/Cheap”

Memo 600 - “Uncle Luke”

Youngboy Never Again - “Bitch Let’s Do It”

Babyface Ray ft. King Hendrick$ - “Big Meech Holiday”

Tisakorean - “uHhH Huh”

Ice Spice - “In Ha Mood”

Tony Shhnow - “Mind of da Crook”

Kenzo B - “BFFR”

That Mexican OT ft. Paul Wall & Drodi - “Johnny Dang”

DCG Brothers - “Leather Belt”

Kaliii - “Area Codes”

Z Money - “Since a Kid”

K$upreme - “Prada Joggers”

Peezy ft. Money Man & Larry June - “Fashion Week”

Babyfxce E - “Last Laugh”

Autumn! - “Can’t Rent Anymore!”

Baby Keem & Kendrick Lamar - “The Hillbillies”

Nef the Pharaoh ft. LaRussell - “Furley Goat”

Wolfacejoeyy - “buku”

Homixide Gang - “B5”

Baby Money ft. Babyface Ray - “Had to Ask”

sgpwes ft. dayyK - “what we doin”

Li 9 ft. Veeze - “Still Tippin”

Jungle Muzik Larry x 4700 Lucci x Slumd4wg x TMH Joker - “Too Many Hittas”

2sdxrt3all - “Signed a Deal (Lebron James)”

Rella Gz x Kenzo B - “Ready to Slide”

Che - “Sayso”

Fivio Foreign ft. TaTa, Jenn Carter & Kyle Richh - “Notice Me”

Sally Sossa ft. 2Rare - “Body (Love to Party)”

Sdotgo x Kyle Richh - “Tooteres”

Trapland Pat - “Inside Looking Out”

Chow Lee - “no hesi!”

Lil Darius ft. Peezy - “Neighborhood Trapstars”

Yung Fazo - “Starboy”

Trippie Redd ft. Chief Keef - “Atlantis”

Drake ft. Sexyy Red & SZA - “Rich Baby Daddy”