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littlealienproducts · 4 months

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Wooden spice rack by bullesdepices

#handmade #wooden spice rack #spice rack #house decor #home decor #home storatge #home storage #kitchen storeage #bullesdepices

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figdays · 10 months

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Vintage Spice Rack with Spice Tins // TheCountryCowshed

#TheCountryCowshed #spice rack #decor #vintage #kitchenware #kitchen goods

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webdiggerxxx · 2 months

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#spices #spice rack #shelf #homemade #grandmacore #grannycore #cottagecore #cute #sweet #flickr #oldweb #old web #2010

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anlian-aishang · 2 years

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Mother’s Day With Dadvi: Breeding You Into One

A loose sequel to this.

Word count: 1200 Tags: levi x reader, smut, alcohol mention, breeding kink, mommy kink, lactation mention, fem!reader

Silent but spoken, a specialty to the standard routine - such was tonight’s feeling. Stepping through your front door and kicking off your shoes. You chopped the vegetables, Levi sauteed them. Over candlelight and wine, you exchanged your typical small talk, but though the words were few, so much was understood. Namely, the common thought: we would make good parents.

That sentiment hovered like a cloud, one that provides just enough shade but still keeps you warm on a May Mother’s Day. You showered, Levi brushed his teeth, and in bed, you stripped yourselves free of hot summer clothes.

In a swift motion, Levi rolled from beside you to on top of you. Hands clutched the bedsheets at both sides of your head, strong shoulders kept him perched above you. Gazing down to you, his husky voice hushed, “I want you.” But instead of the usual sultry moves that followed - a bite on the ear, lovemarks on your neck - he pinched your chin and tugged your lips to his, speaking against them, “I want you to be the mother of my children.”

Before today, his speech would have shocked you speechless. But since your practice parenting - helping that lost kid this afternoon - you had noticed changes in your husband that told you exactly what was on his mind. Your healthy womb would house them to health. Your gentle hands would squish their cheeks. Your warm smile would dry their tears. You were perfectly patient and had flawless judgment, the ideal role model for right and wrong. He could think of no better parent, no other person worthy of his seed.

In that mere sliver of moonlight, you could not only see but could decipher the look on his face. In your courtship, in your marriage, it was an expression you had never seen, one he had never donned. Knit brows conveyed his seriousness, clenched jaw signaled his determination. At the same time, his fervent desires were softened by that light-pink blush and anxious stare. So capable. So adorable.

Your fingernail traced his figure, “Levi,” abdomen to chest, chest to neck, neck to lips, up until your eyes landed on his, “breed me.”

Oh, how you had no idea… how deeply he took your words to heart. Twinkling stars shined in his eyes, nearly brimming with tears. He had never imagined that he would become a father, but like all other impossibilities he saw in his life, you had dismantled his greatest obstacles. For Levi Ackerman, it was a life of many. Tender hand tucked your hair behind your ear, loving lips poured praise into it, “I’m the luckiest bastard on earth, you know that?”

It was a sweet moment, But oh, how clueless you were… into the feral fucking that followed.

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Laying with Levi always left you fulfilled yet depleted. A pleasure that raised you to the highest of highs, the result of stimulation that had you drenched and gasping. All the nights you had spent, he acted with one purpose: to make you feel good, to make you cum hard, and run it back as many times as you could stand. Tonight, though, held a difference. A new drive commanded his movements, one that so happened to drain you more than ever, pleasing you in a way nothing since had.

His mouth propped between your legs, fingers spread you wide, tongue thrust deep, making you nice and wet for the upcoming penetration. Levi’s hips rutted into the mattress, “Fuck!” He could feel it already - how far he would slide into you, how entirely he would fill you - all with slickened ease.

Not only his saliva, but your arousal - their mix the perfect lubricant. Swallowing his seed up to your cervix, your cream would secure it there until that missed period, until that pregnancy test read positive. You could not wait until that moment, and every second that he ate you out was one more added.

Levi was not the only one who had gone animalistic. With an innate strength, you thrust your hand in his hair and curled your fingernails against his scalp. A selfish yank of his tangles brought his face to your chest. Heels placed heavily on his shoulders brought your entrance to his tip - both glistening with overflow. In a year, you would be singing nursery rhymes, but that pitch was nothing like the serenade you sung now, “My cunt is waiting.”

Tendons rose in his neck, a bright crimson flush. A bite on your breast simultaneous with his sheathe inside. Your breathless gasp, he growled over it, “Mommy can’t wait, huh?” A satisfied snicker, Levi nearly rolled his eyes, “So needy…”

In the throes of his deep, penetrating pumps, you did not even try to deny it. Instead, you doubled down. Arching your back, you met his face with your cleavage, “S-Suck them…”

Your every command - his mantra. What a multitasker you married. The acute angle of his hips maintained, your deepest depths reached, all while his teeth sandwiched your curves and tongue swirled over your nipple. His jaw sucked its oscillating rhythm. But as you rolled your head back, your sigh of bliss was cut off by a horrifying thought: if you started producing, would he stop this?

At a time less riling, you may have bit your tongue, but with your concentration so seized by his sensation, you could not stop yourself from the search for reassurance. Palm met his undercut, thumb rubbed his cheek, garnering his attention.

“If you do me right,” light pants interrupted your speech - you cupped your breast in your hand, feeling your heart pound against it, and gave a jostle, “these will be filled with milk soon.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed, pupils dilated. Biting his lip, attempting to repress himself, his erection surged regardless. He hoped you would not notice. Funny, he was making babies with you, but his lactation kink still remained a secret - his deepest darkest one. Shit, how you were testing him now: physically nearing climax, mentally embarrassed to hell. Levi swallowed, responding the best he knew how, “You think I haven’t thought of that?”

A nervous smile, you pressed further, “You gonna keep this up - when that time comes?”

Levi nestled himself further into your breast and grinned against your skin. “Come on, sweetheart…” teasing eyes and mocking voice, “think a little more of me, will you?”

Added to your sweltering heat, stinging nerves, tidaling waves - a blanket of calm. Your insecurities washed away - Levi always their cleanser. No one else would you trust to father your children, no one else’s cum would you cherish like this, no one else you would rather feed your breastmilk to.

Little did you know, he felt the same about drinking it. He could only imagine how good you would taste. You would have never imagined how much he would love it.

In exactly nine months, that time would come.

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#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi ackerman #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #dadvi #spice rack #smut #oneshot #2022 #anlian writes #my writing #alias's

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kingoftieland · 5 months

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When I saw this come up as a suggested product on Amazon, I HAD to buy it! This Los Pollos Hermanos Southwest Chicken Spice Blend is officially licensed and inspired by the hit shows Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul! It was such a big hit, in fact, that I just added the Barbeque and Albuquerque Picante seasonings to my spice rack as well! 🍗

All the Los Pollos Hermanos magic has been carefully packaged in our easy to dispense spice shakers. Featuring a robust blend of natural flavors, spices, and herbs – including garlic, onion, paprika and our special secret blend – Los Pollos Hermanos Chicken Seasoning & Poultry Rub is a versatile ingredient for enhancing a variety of dishes! (Brought to you by Los Pollos Hermanos, a subsidiary of Madrigal Elektromotoren GmbH)

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rafihomefurnishings · 7 months

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Kitchen Island with Spice Rack, Towel Rack & Drawer, Black with Beech Top

#furniture #rack #spice rack #drawer #kitchen appliances #onlineshopping #ad #commissionearned

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joi-in-the-tardis · 8 months

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This weekend's project: spice shelves.

Since I couldn't find any of the wire spice racks I like in the size for this space, I went with acrylic and decorated them with butterfly-printed washi tape (finally, an excuse to buy some!! lol).

I'm so happy with how this turned out. Plenty of space for what we already have, a little room to grow, and it's all within arm's reach of the stove.