#Juicy fresh and homemade

[lloyd-the-green-gremlin]

The grind

[blooming-violets]

I was looking your post about "Location based smut prompts", I really liked the possibilities of "Nature > 1 - sensual sex in a secluded meadow during a picnic". So I decided to be sassy and ask you to develop it, for our joy 🫦

Stormy Skies || TASM Smut

[tasm!Peter Parker x fem!Reader]

WC: 1k

General Warning: Don't have sex in a meadow during a storm. You will get struck by lightning and die.

The distant rolling of thunder rumbled through her chest and reverberated around her bones. 

There was a warm, summer breeze in the air that carried on its back the earthy smell of rain. 

Peter insisted that the skies wouldn’t open up but she was beginning to doubt his confident claims.

Long, green grass swayed and danced around the oasis of their blanket raft like tumbling ocean waves.  

The oncoming storm echoed their own building desires. Firm hands rolled up her arms, cresting over the dip of her shoulders, and ticking behind her neck to draw her closer. Mocha colored eyes with caramel swirls gazed deep into her own, letting her know exactly what he was thinking without having to speak a word. 

She wasn’t sure. 

Her eyes glanced up to the stormy skies above them. 

“Shh,” he soothed her worries. “We’re safe.”

“But if lightning- oh.”

His hands slipped up her dress as he leaned over, pressing her into the soft blanket, and quelling her thoughts before they could finish. 

With Peter nestling his hips between her thighs, worry blew away in a gust of summer wind.  

She could taste fresh watermelon on his lips as her tongue traced along them. She sought out the flavors of their lunch. Slices of juicy watermelon. Homemade lemonade. The slight saltiness of potato chips. 

His large hand engulfed her breast over her dress. Cupping it in his palm. Rubbing his thumb over her nipple until he could feel it tighten and push out against the fabric. 

He slid her strap down her shoulder so he could pull down the dress enough to capture the waiting bud in his sweet lips. 

Her eyes sought upwards to gaze into the graying heavens while he nursed at her breast. 

A cool, fat drop of rain fell down.

Landing on her forehead. 

Rolling down the slope of her nose. 

Soaking into the warm skin of her cheek. 

Tension rippled down her spine and bloomed a hunger of desire. 

She wanted to be one with nature. 

Soaked in its glory. 

Engaging in the most natural, timeless act two beings could do. 

Nothing else mattered but making love to Peter while the storm grew around them. 

Those fingers brushing against the thin cotton fabric, stroking along her wettening slit, teasing over her eager clitoris. 

Little strokes. Awakening her body. Deepening her breaths until she was nearly gasping. 

His hot mouth, still tending to her breast with nibbling kisses. 

Her hands tangled in the mess of his chestnut hair. Tugging at him. Pulling him back up to her face so she could shower him with kisses of her own. 

Tongues colliding. 

Watermelon and salt. 

Hints of sweet lemon. 

He only broke the passion of her kiss to tug down her underwear. Unzipping his jeans and pushing them down to his knees. 

She wanted to reach out and touch him. Take him into her mouth. Feel him in her hand. 

But Peter was too hot. 

Too needy. 

Her thighs fell to the side, accommodating the weight of his body between them. 

Light, cool raindrops tickled her face.

The sky was starting to leak. 

Letting go. 

Joining them in their building desires. 

Peter pressed his forehead against hers. Blocking her from the drizzle. Gazing with a burning love into her eyes. Watching her intently as he led his cock into its favorite home. 

She nearly cried out when he impaled her. Slow and true. 

Her eyes widened, back arching, mouth opening into a silent gasp. 

His arms wrapped around her head in a protective embrace. 

Forehead nuzzled to hers. 

Lips seeking her skin. 

Reassuring kisses. 

Soft whispers of love. 

Her hips rocked against him. It was impossible to stay still with him inside of her. 

Waves of pleasure rolling up her back and warming her stomach, mimicking the feeling of rumbling thunder over head. 

The torrent of sensations electrifying her skin. 

Creating her own lightning from her body. 

Dark skies opened up. 

Rain flooded from the heavens. 

Drenching through Peter’s hair. Plastering it to his face. Soaking through his clothes. Seeping into the blanket under her. 

He acted as her personal umbrella. Keeping her as dry as he could with his body. 

Thrusting of hips. 

Cries deafened by claps of thunder. 

Colliding together in an explosion of undying pleasure. 

One with mother earth. One of the grass and clouds and rain. 

Making love in the meadow. 

Her body swayed in rhythm to every moaning breath, every gasping inhale, every rumbling of thunder in the distance. 

Lost in a storm of passion. Her thoughts coming and going like flashes of lightning. All she could feel was Peter and the rain. 

Pure desire coursing through her veins. 

Her Peter. Her love. Treating her to the most beautiful human experience she could imagine. 

Better than a dream. 

Her world began to move. Shifting. Trusting him with her soul. Her body. Everything she had to give belonged to him. To take as he pleased. 

He would treat her right.

He would love her like a man was meant to. 

Her shoulders flexed as the tension built. 

An unstoppable march like the rain cascading around them.

Pushing her to an animalistic, wild freedom. 

Growing. 

Climbing. 

Reaching. 

A tempest of raging rain and thunder twisting her insides where they connected. 

She almost wanted to fight it. Afraid to let the moment fall from her grasp. 

Wanting to live in this building moment of bliss for the rest of time. 

But there was no stopping a lightning strike. 

“Peter!” 

His name was magic on her lips. Her saving grace. The one and only name she called out when she was at her lowest or highest. 

The only name there ever was, ever needed to be. 

The most perfect name in all of human history. 

Peter. 

Her body shook. Her voice breaking into a staggered cry. 

Explosion moved her stomach as it scrunched inward and stretched back out with her aching spine. 

Uncontained energy. 

Melding with the claps of thunder and breaking free as a white light of cracking electricity lit up the blackened sky. 

She was the lightning. She was the thunder. She was the impending storm. 

She was the soothing rain cooling her back down, keeping her mind from getting lost, tethering her tightly to her lover. 

Peter was kissing her cheek. Gliding down her jaw. Nipping at her ear. 

“Beautiful,” he murmured against her heated skin. 

He loved her orgasms. Loved making her feel everything. Loved watching her unravel. 

Loved her. 

His hips were still moving though his pace had slowed to let her recover from her shaking orgasm. He was waiting for her to finish before he even dared to attempt to receive his own pleasure. 

Always her first.

Her sweet, wonderful Peter. 

She shoved his shoulder, rolling him onto his back so she could take control. 

She straddled his hips, rising above him like a goddess. 

Her hair tossed around her face as the wind picked up. The rain soaked through her dress, leaving it nearly see through, letting Peter see the swell of her round stomach and outline of her breasts. Dark, shadowed nipples poked out against the wet fabric, leaving him hungry to suck upon them.

But she denied him that gift like he denied her the taste of his cock. 

It was his turn to become one with the storm. 

She came down to grind him into her. 

Rolling her hips along with the thunder. 

Sinking as deep as he could go, connecting them once more. 

Peter’s head fell back, his eyes rolling to a close, and his lips parting into a pant. 

His hands reached up to grab hold of her hips, needing to feel her in his grasp. 

The scent of wet dirt filled her nostrils and she breathed it deeply into her very soul.

She knew him better than anyone. She knew he was close. 

She worked him with her hips, doing her best to squeeze onto him with her clenching walls. 

Riding above him in the pouring rain while a storm raged on made her feel powerful. 

Like she could do anything. 

Be anyone. 

This was her world and she was the master of it. 

Peter’s tiny cries and whimpers fueled her own power. 

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed down at him. “Cum for me. Fill me.” 

He whined and his hips began to buck with frantic, jerking thrusts. 

She couldn’t tell if those were tears or rain drops running down his cheek so she leaned down to kiss them away, offering him all her love. 

His arms wrapped around her back to hold her closer, stilling her in place with an iron clad grasp, and taking over the brunt of the thrust work to get himself exactly where he needed to be. 

His orgasm was nearly as powerful as her own. 

Pulsing into her, filling her, flooding her with warmth. 

“Oh, yes, Peter,” she cried. 

She worked her hips the best she could against him with his arm holding her in place at his chest. 

Desperate to keep his orgasm going for as long as she could. 

Lightning lit up the sky once more. 

Followed by a crack of ear splitting thunder directly overhead.

As if on instinct, Peter tucked her into his grasp, and flipped her under him, shielding her from any potential threats. 

Worried eyes blinked down at her, only to soften once he caught sight of her gazing back up at him with a humored love. 

They both broke into a chorus of laughter. 

His fingers traced along her temple, brushing back wet hair, and leaving soft kisses in its place. 

“I think we should get back to the car before we die,” he whispered, stealing one last kiss from her lips.

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[thorniest-rose]

Obsessed with the idea that omegas smell different to everyone, depending on the nature of their relationship. So to the children, Steve smells like vanilla birthday cake and homemade chocolate chip cookies just out the oven and to Robin he smells like fresh bed linen and warm autumnal spices and to Eddie he smells wet and red and juicy like a ripe forbidden strawberry.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

1k night celebration 🍾🍾🍾🎈congrats 😏

i don’t know if you write ABO but if you do, please do an Alpha! Agatha Harkness who meets omega! Reader. Agatha see the fear in Reader’s eyes. Reader is terrified. Agatha is horny and thinks that Reader is pretty

Nothing to Fear Dear

Alpha!Agatha Harkness x omega!fem!reader

Summary: You are terrified of Alpha's, but suddenly one comes into your life that is just...different.

Word count: 2.4K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, a/b/o content (marking/scent glands/scenting/breeding), shit alpha's wolf whistling and being rude to R

A/N: This is my first time writing ABO! Please if I got anything wrong please tell me how I could improve! I love reading ABO and would love to write more I just don't know if I did it justice.

You didn't trust Alphas. Your history with them wasn't good. Your dad, your cousins, your ex. Telling you what you could and couldn't do. Controlling you at every turn. Now that you were on your own and away from all of them.

You tended to stay home, get things delivered, but there was a farmers market with the nice weather rolling in and you really wanted to go see what it was like. You got yourself dressed for the day; nothing too revealing, nothing that would catch an Alphas attention. You took a little tote with you that you had bought with every intention of using sooner, but you barely left the house.

You step into the bustling farmers market, immediately enveloped by a symphony of sounds and scents. The air is alive with the chatter of vendors and the hum of visitors exploring the stalls. Vibrant displays of fresh produce catch your eye—deep red tomatoes, crisp green lettuces, and baskets overflowing with colorful berries.

As you stroll through the market, the scent of freshly baked bread mingles with the earthy aroma of herbs. You pause at a stand where a farmer enthusiastically offers you a slice of juicy peach, its sweetness bursting in your mouth. Nearby, a musician strums a cheerful tune on a guitar, adding a lively backdrop to your experience.

You find yourself drawn to a table laden with homemade jams and honey, each jar gleaming in the sunlight. The vendor, an elderly woman with a warm smile, shares the story of how her bees produce the honey you now sample on a small wooden spoon. The rich, floral notes of the honey linger on your palate as you continue your journey.

The vibrant energy of the farmers market is both exhilarating and slightly overwhelming. You navigate through the bustling crowd, making sure to keep to the less crowded paths. Despite your efforts to avoid attention, the occasional Alpha scent catches your nose, causing a flicker of anxiety.

You remind yourself to breathe, focusing on the pleasant sensory experiences around you. The sweet taste of the peach, the melody of the musician's guitar, and the warmth of the sun on your skin all help to ground you. You approach a stand with beautifully arranged flowers and pause to admire the vibrant array of colors.

As you continue exploring, you find yourself stopping at a stand featuring an assortment of herbs and spices. The vendor, a middle-aged Beta with a kind demeanor, offers you a sample of a fragrant lavender sachet. You inhale deeply, the soothing scent helping to further calm your nerves.

It’s while you’re at this stand that you feel a presence nearby. Turning slightly, you see her—a striking woman with brown hair and an air of confidence that immediately marks her as an Alpha. She’s examining a selection of fresh herbs, her expression thoughtful and focused. You can’t help but notice her tailored, yet casual outfit, giving off a sense of understated elegance.

Your instinct is to move away, to avoid any possible interaction, but something about her presence is different. She doesn't exude the same domineering aura you've come to associate with Alphas. Instead, there's a calm, almost magnetic quality to her. Before you can make a decision, she glances up and catches your eye, offering you a gentle smile.

“Lovely day for a market, isn’t it?” she says, her voice warm and inviting.

You nod, managing a small smile in return. “It is,” you reply softly.

“I’m Agatha,” she introduces herself, extending a hand. “It’s nice to see new faces around here.”

You hesitate for a moment before shaking her hand. “I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Do you come here often, Y/N?” she asks, her gaze steady and kind.

“No, not really. This is my first time,” you admit, feeling a bit self-conscious.

“Well, you’ve picked a good day for it. The weather is perfect, and the produce is exceptional this time of year,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “If you’re looking for recommendations, I’d be happy to help.”

The offer is tempting, and despite your usual wariness around Alphas, something about Agatha makes you feel at ease. “That would be nice, actually. I’m not really sure where to start.”

Agatha’s smile widens. “Great! How about we start with the fruit stand over there? They have the best strawberries you’ll ever taste.”

As you walk together, Agatha points out her favorite stalls, sharing little anecdotes and tips. Her presence is comforting, and you find yourself relaxing more with each step. The way she interacts with the vendors and other market-goers shows a level of respect and genuine kindness that you haven’t seen in an Alpha before.

By the time you’ve filled your tote with fresh produce and a few delightful treats, you realize that you’ve enjoyed yourself more than you expected. Agatha has made the experience not only bearable but pleasant.

As Agatha shows you around the market, you begin to let your guard down. Her warm, genuine demeanor makes it easier to forget the usual anxiety you feel in the presence of Alphas. However, this fleeting sense of comfort is shattered when a group of Alphas nearby start to take notice of you.

"Hey there, sweetheart!" one of them calls out, his tone laced with a possessive edge that sends a shiver down your spine.

Another Alpha joins in, letting out a piercing wolf whistle that makes your heart race with fear. You freeze, instinctively drawing closer to Agatha. Your eyes meet hers, and you see a flash of something intense and protective in her gaze.

In an instant, Agatha steps closer to you, her presence becoming a shield against the unwanted attention. The scent of lavender intensifies around you, soothing your frayed nerves. Agatha's expression shifts, her previously warm smile replaced with a steely determination.

"Is there a problem here?" she asks, her voice calm but with an underlying firmness that commands respect.

The Alphas, taken aback by her sudden presence, hesitate. One of them scoffs, trying to maintain his bravado. "We were just having a bit of fun," he says, though the uncertainty in his eyes is evident.

Agatha takes another step forward, positioning herself directly between you and the other Alphas. "Well, I suggest you find your fun elsewhere. This Omega is with me." Her tone leaves no room for argument, her Alpha presence now fully asserting itself.

The other Alphas exchange glances, the weight of Agatha's authority pressing down on them. They grumble among themselves before deciding it’s not worth the confrontation. One by one, they back off, their eyes still wary of Agatha.

Once they’re gone, Agatha turns to you, her expression softening immediately. "Are you alright?" she asks gently, concern evident in her voice.

You nod, still a bit shaken but deeply grateful. "Thank you, Agatha. I don’t know what I would have done without you."

She places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, her touch grounding you. "You don’t have to worry when you’re with me," she says softly. "I won’t let anyone hurt you."

The sincerity in her words touches something deep within you. Despite your past experiences, you feel a growing trust in Agatha. Her actions have shown you that not all Alphas are the same—that there are those who can be kind and protective without being controlling.

As you continue to explore the market together, Agatha remains close by, her presence a comforting anchor. The other vendors and market-goers seem to recognize her protective stance, giving you both a respectful distance.

By the time you leave the market, your tote filled with fresh produce and delightful treats, you realize that today has been more than just a shopping trip. It’s been a step toward healing and perhaps the beginning of a new friendship.

As you part ways, Agatha gives you a warm smile. "I hope to see you again, Y/N. Maybe we can make this a regular thing."

You smile back, the anxiety that usually plagues you feeling more distant than ever. "I’d like that," you reply, and for the first time in a long while, you truly mean it.

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The weeks following your initial encounter with Agatha have been transformative. Each trip to the market with her has been better than the last. She introduces you to her favorite stalls, the vendors greeting you both warmly, and slowly, you’ve started to feel like you belong. Agatha’s presence has been a comforting constant, her protective nature ensuring you always feel safe.

Today, however, is different. Agatha had invited you out for a date beyond the familiar confines of the market. The thought had initially filled you with trepidation, but her kind eyes and gentle smile had reassured you. She had taken you to a quaint café, where you spent hours talking and laughing, the time slipping by unnoticed. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange, Agatha suggested heading back to her place for a nightcap.

You hesitated but agreed, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. Her home is cozy and inviting, filled with the same warmth and charm that she exudes. As you step inside, you can’t help but feel a surge of affection for the woman who has slowly become so important to you.

Agatha offers you a drink, and you both settle on the comfortable couch in her living room. The conversation flows easily, but there’s an underlying tension—a palpable awareness of the new territory you’re venturing into.

As the evening progresses, Agatha moves closer, her touch gentle yet insistent. When her hand finds yours, the connection sends a jolt through you. You’ve never felt so much fear and love all at once. Her touch is tender, but there’s an intensity in her eyes that makes your heart race.

"Y/N," she whispers, her voice husky with emotion. "I’ve wanted this for so long."

You swallow hard, your own emotions a turbulent mix. "Agatha, I… I’m scared," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

She cups your face in her hands, her thumb brushing gently over your cheek. "You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll never hurt you," she promises, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You nod, trying to focus on the love you feel rather than the fear. "I trust you," you whisper, and the words are a revelation to yourself as much as they are to her.

Her lips find yours, the kiss starting slow and soft, but quickly becoming more passionate. Her hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, and you can feel her need for you in every touch. Your heart races, but this time it’s from desire rather than fear.

Agatha’s hands roam over your body, exploring with a gentle yet insistent touch. Every caress sends shivers down your spine, the fear slowly melting away under the heat of her affection. She pulls back for a moment, looking into your eyes, her own filled with a mix of love and desire.

"Are you okay?" she asks, her voice filled with genuine concern.

You nod, your breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Agatha. I’m more than okay."

Her smile is radiant, and she kisses you again, this time with a fervor that leaves you breathless. You surrender to the moment, letting yourself be carried away by the wave of emotions. Agatha’s touch is both tender and possessive, her need for you evident in every movement.

She pulls you onto her lap, working you against her throbbing cock that pushes against her pants, making you moan out. It had been years since you had sex with another. Your fear took such a hold you’d taken suppression pills not wanting the attention of Alpha’s when you’d go into heat. You hadn’t been taking them since you met Agatha. She made you feel safe even though the fear sat in your chest like a heavy stone.

“Are you okay Y/N?” Agatha pulls you back to reality and you realize you’re not breathing properly.

“I got lost in thought. I’m sorry.” You tried to make an excuse, but Agatha knew you better she saw the look in your eyes.

“It’s me sweet girl. No ones going to hurt you.” She pulled you close, brushing against you and scenting, a lavender calm over you and you didn’t need much more to start grinding down on her. You wanted, no needed this, needed her and Agatha felt the same way. Trying to get herself out of her pants as fast as she could and you had worn a skirt because Agatha had asked.

She pulled your panties aside, rubbing against you as a moan tumbled out past your lips. Agatha pulled your lips towards her own, whispering against your lips,

“Is this okay?” You nodded frantically, moving your hips just enough for her to slip inside. Suddenly you’re getting pulled down onto her. “Fuck...you feel perfect. My pretty girl. Such a pretty little omega.” All you could do is nod dumbly as she thrusted up into you.

Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing had even ever come close to how Agatha was making you feel right now as she thrusted up into you and you rolled your hips. She felled you up perfectly like she was made for you.

“A-Agatha...?” You breathed out, making her look at you. “Mark me. Please...wanna be yours...please let me be yours.”

“Only if you’ll be mine pretty girl.” You smiled all big and blissed out on her cock.

“Yes! Please wanna mark you too!” She smiled, leaning in and pulling you further onto her cock as she knotted you, filling you up full and biting into your neck, making you moan out at the double pain and pleasure combo. Once she pulled back you leaned in, marking her. The sound she made for you was perfect as you clenched around her. She was made for you and you were made for her.

As the night progresses, you realize that this is what you’ve been missing. The balance of fear and love, the intensity of her affection, and the safety you feel in her arms. Agatha has shown you that it’s possible to feel safe and loved without being controlled, and for the first time, you truly believe it.

When the night finally ends, you’re wrapped in her embrace, feeling more at peace than you ever have before. Agatha’s presence is a balm to your soul, and you know that with her, you can face whatever the future holds.

Taglist: @dorabledewdroop

[dawn-moths]

♡ “what he does for you on your birthday” sd!nanami headcanons (since it’s my birthday today and i want this man to spoil me lol)

♡ words: 2,800+

♡ content warning: contains 18+ content! minors please do not interact! daddy kink, size difference, reader is called “princess, sweetheart, angel”, reader is picked up and carried shorty, aftercare, bathing together.

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♡ You start your day having slept in (which you usually do, Nanami knows his precious little baby needs her rest) and wake up loosely tangled among the soft sheets and fluffy comforters of the king sized bed. You look over, expectant and excited to see Nanami lying next to you, but your joy quickly turns to confusion when you find his place in bed empty. However, the moment you smell the decadent sweetness of your favorite homemade french toast drifting in to the bedroom, and hear the distant, muffled clinking and clattering of pots and pans from the kitchen, a gentle grin finds its way back onto your face.

♡ Stepping out of bed, you slide your feet into your favorite fluffy pink slippers, scuffing them gently across the floors as you wrap your billowing silk robe tighter around your shoulders and approach the kitchen. You can hear him humming, the melody slow and lilting in his rich, smooth baritone. Sometimes he hums to you when you can’t fall asleep at night, softly stroking his knuckles along your cheek or his palm against your hair until you finally doze off. But now, as he looks over at you standing in the entryway, his song ceases and a smile spreads across his stoic features.

♡ “Good morning, princess,” Nanami greets you with syrupy sweet adoration, setting the spatula that was in his hand off to the side where he’d just flipped the piece of bread cooking in the pan before migrating closer to you. You meet him in the middle and fall into his arms, nuzzling into his chest as he kisses you on the head, squeezing you slightly tighter in his embrace, and asks, “Sleep well, birthday girl?” in a quiet, velvety murmur.

♡ You nod against him, feeling a yawn rising in your chest, knowing you won’t be able to suppress it as it fights its way from your body, limbs still a little heavy with fading slumber. Nanami hums out an endearing note, beginning to guide you further into the kitchen to sit at the white marble counter where he’s already made you a plate piled high with fresh, juicy strawberries and rippling, fluffy whipped cream, mini chocolate chips sprinkled atop the mountain of the sugary masterpiece.

♡ The first bite tastes like heaven, your eyes glittering with glee as you shift your gaze from your breakfast to the man you love so much. A part of you is honestly a little impressed how well the french toast turned out. Nanami’s cooked for you before a few times in the past, but with his busy schedule the two of you usually end up at one of your favorite 5-star restaurants or have one of the interns drop off some fancy takeout. You’re glad that Nanami is willing to indulge with you, sliding into the seat next to you with his own plate that’s nearly identical, though his has far less whipped cream and chocolate chips and is accompanied by his usual mug of black coffee. He’s never really had a sweet tooth like you do, but once in a while, on special occasions, he’ll make an exception.

♡ Golden sunlight streams in through the tall, floor to ceiling windows as breakfast concludes, and Nanami says he has a surprise for you— only, it’s hardly a surprise, as you know he goes above and beyond on your birthday. The only question will be how will he outdo last year?

♡ He leads you by the hand towards the living room, then, right before you can turn the corner he stops and tells you to close your eyes. “Promise you won’t peek until I tell you?” He playfully requests, and you giggle and do as he asks, replying with excitement, “I promise, as long as you don’t make me wait too long!” From there, once your eyes are closed and covered by your hands, he guides you into the room, leaving you waiting in suspense for just a moment before announcing you can open your eyes, and as soon as you do, you can’t help as a gasp slips past your sugar-dusted lips.

♡ The whole room is decked out with glittering decorations and fresh bouquets of roses in pink and white and red, balloons of the same colors scattered across the floor and floating in their own hovering bouquets in each corner of the room. Sparkling confetti is strewn across the floor (you can’t believe Nanami was willing to make such a mess, even on your birthday, but he must’ve remembered when you said how much you loved confetti at your childhood birthday parties growing up and decided that one day with the mansion in slight disarray couldn’t hurt) and at the center of it all is a pile of neatly stacked presents, each box wrapped in shiny paper and topped with a big, silky bow, metallic silver balloons hovering behind the gifts in the numbers of your new age.

♡ For a moment, you’re so caught in awe, you’re just standing there, but as Nanami places a big hand on your shoulder and says, “You know, the presents aren’t going to open themselves…” with a hint of harmless teasing, you instinctively begin to draw nearer to your shimmering gifts, all the decadence luring you in like a moth to a flame.

♡ It takes over an hour for you to open everything, leaving the room littered with more glittering paper debris and streamers of ribbon, this year’s birthday gifts consisting of everything from the latest designer handbags and shoes in your favorite colors to the oversized plushies that you so adore (and keep piling high on all the guest beds as Nanami had to put a cap on the number allowed to live in the bedroom you two shared at three) and some books you’d been dying to read. In the end, it doesn’t matter the cost of the gift, you love each and every one of them equally because they all came from your Daddy, specially and thoughtfully selected for his perfect little princess.

♡ But the day has only just begun, and as the clock ticks over into the early afternoon, Nanami is already suggesting you go get ready for a day of top secret, super special birthday soirée activities. So you put on your favorite dress, pairing it with one of your new pairs of shoes and a pair of diamond earrings, grab one of your new handbags, and walk out the door arm in arm with Nanami. He lets you choose which of his sports cars you want to be driven around in today— you pick one of the convertibles— you queue up your favorite playlist, and you sing along to your favorite songs with the wind twining through your hair as Nanami speeds into the heart of the city.

♡ Your first stop is the luxury shopping block where your Daddy treats you to even more expensive items from your favorite brands, designers, and boutiques. When he asks you what you want for lunch and you reply with, “Ice cream!” followed by an adorably devious giggle, knowing if it were any other day, Nanami would never let sweets substitute a meal. But today, of course, is no ordinary day, so Nanami gives you a grin and shakes his head to himself, unable to say no to you as you’re already drifting towards your favorite little ice cream shop and all its pastel pink, blue, and green flag banners beckoning you from the elaborately decorated window display. Nanami must be in an especially cheerful mood today himself, as, not only did he have french toast this morning, he also indulges in two scoops of his favorite flavors.

♡ You two take a break from all the walking and shopping as you enjoy your afternoon dessert in one of the plush retro booths of the ice cream parlor, sampling each others flavors here and there as your ankles intertwine underneath the table. When the toe of your shoe begins to inch further up his leg, slow and teasing, Nanami flashes you a look that is both warning and wanting, as if he’s daring you to see how much you can get away with here before anyone else catches on. But you decide to cease your little game before it goes too far, knowing full well that tonight he’ll be the one teasing you.

♡ After ice cream, you two do a little more shopping and then decide to catch a movie as you happen past the theatre and take a peek at what’s playing. You’re so exhausted from shopping that you nearly doze off with your head rested against his shoulder in the dark of the room, the theatre nearly empty aside from one or two other people catching the matinee showtimes. Nanami’s arm drapes comfortably around your body, wishing there wasn’t an arm rest in the way so he could let you curl into his lap like he knows you love to do so much. You guys are in the very back row, so he figures he might be able to get away with it what with the other scattered patrons sitting more towards the middle and front, but you seem to remember that you actually want to pay attention, stirring back awake and trying to right your posture a little straighter so you don’t get too comfortable.

♡ Once the movie is over, you two head back to the car and it’s already dinner time. Nanami hopes you didn’t fill up too much on the ice cream earlier, because he has a reservation at one of your favorite 5-star restaurants tonight. He was even able to get your favorite table too, the one on the second floor with the view from the window where you can watch the glittering lights of the city as you dine on delicacies from all different corners of the world. In the end, you do have to take about half of your dinner home, but that’s alright, because Nanami knows you like to snack on your leftovers the next day.

♡ It’s nearly nine o’clock when you two finally arrive home, and Nanami can tell you’re worn out, but in the best way. “Tired, princess?” he asks when he catches you in the middle of a big yawn. You nod and smile, telling him “Only a little bit…” to which he chuckles under his breath and replies, “It’s hard work being the birthday girl, isn’t it?” and that earns him another sleepy nod and a grin. But Nanami has one last surprise for you, so he hopes you have enough energy left to enjoy it.

♡ Suggesting you two head upstairs, you’re none the wiser to the fact that, while you two were out, he had Nobara, Yuuji, and Megumi drop by the house to set up the last surprise in the master bedroom. He’d been secretly texting them throughout the day and getting updates on how things were coming along. His interns never disappointed, and even Nanami is in awe once he finally pushes open the doors and casts his gaze upon the room that’s been so decorated it’s nearly unrecognizable as your shared bedroom. You, of course, are blown away, completely and joyously surprised as you take in all the bouquets of flowers and balloons and ribbons that curl from the ceiling down to the floor in a cascade of all your favorite colors.

♡ It’s so much to take in that, at first, you don’t even notice the box topped with a big, silky pink bow sitting at the center of the bed, just waiting— begging— to be opened. Once you do though, you glance back at Nanami as if to ask, “For me?” and he gestures a hand towards it as if to say, “Of course, do you even need to ask?” and that’s all the confirmation you need to go bounding towards the bed, doing a jump to land before the box with your legs tucked beneath you, knees bordering it on either side. No matter how excited you are though, you always savor the way the thick, colorful paper peels away to reveal what’s hidden underneath, appreciating it like it’s art— sort of like how Nanami always takes good care to enjoy every detail of how each piece of your clothing he takes away reveals a view of your skin to him, no matter how familiar, no matter how eager he may secretly be, he always takes his time in unwrapping his favorite gift.

♡ He delights in the way your eyes light up as you land your gaze upon the new lingerie set he picked out especially for you— another one in your favorite pink and white with ribbons and lace, yet still unlike all your others of a similar design— and mutters in your ear as he places one of his big, warm hands on your shoulder, his palm engulfing you, “Wanna try it on, sweetheart?” to which you flash another one of those devilishly adorable smiles and reply, “Be right back,” before planting a quick peck on his cheek and scampering off into the master bathroom with a giggle. Once you’ve changed you merely crack the bathroom door, giving him a teasing sliver of a peek from the gap between the connecting rooms before emerging all the way.

♡ Sometimes Nanami likes when you play with him, likes how you’re able to help him forget all his important, pressing responsibilities, even if just for a short while, and go to a place where it’s just the two of you, living in your own perfect little fantasy world. He likes that you challenge him sometimes too, thinking you’ve gained the upper hand— and he lets you believe it too, for a little while— before being reminded just who’s really in control here.

♡ So, standing by the bathroom door, back pressed to the wall, he rhetorically asks, “Is everything alright in there?” catching another quick glimpse of you through the tiny opening. “Why don’t you come find out?” you bait, a devious lilt woven into your sweet tone. You two go back and forth for a little while, the push and pull of who holds the power egging you both on, until it all ends with you sat atop one of the counters with him standing between your legs, his jutting sex pressed to your soaked core, your mouths locked in a languid, deep kiss that leaves you breathless, lips slick with each others spit. When he suggests you move things back to the bed, you just give an eager little nod and let Nanami scoop you up in his strong grip, fingers digging into the plush flesh of the back of your thighs, and carry you back to the mattress.

♡ And he puts every other year of birthday sex to shame this time around, his hands and mouth and cock practically worshiping every inch of you, taking his time and really working you up until your legs are trembling and your back is arching and you’re whining his name through a clipped moan of divine pleasure, giving you a little more time than usual to come down from the high before he’s gifting you with another earth shattering orgasm.

♡ Once all is said and done and you’re both fully satisfied, Nanami cleans you up with a warm washcloth and leaves you to rest while he draws up a candle lit bath for the two of you to share, vibrant crimson rose petals scattered and floating along the water’s surface, and gently massages different parts of your body as you rest with your back to his chest, your body cradled between his legs. Your lethargic little fingers reach back behind you and lazily play with his hair, tired whispers of “Love you, Daddy…” and “Best birthday ever…” falling from your lips. Nanami kisses the top of your head, his grip flexing slightly tighter on you for a moment as he says, “I love you too, angel. I hope you had the best day ever.” You turn to face him, still moving slowly, and straddle his lap in the big, porcelain tub. Staring into his eyes, the flickering candle light dancing in the center of all that dark, alluring tawny, you press a chaste yet lingering kiss to his lips. “Every day with you is the best day ever,” you tell him, and it’s so sincere it sort of catches him off guard. “You’re the best gift any girl could ever ask for.”

♡ Nanami’s expression of awe morphs into adoring contentment, into the purest, softest kind of love. He lightly nudges his nose against yours and says, “I’d still give you the world, if you asked for it.” Laying your head on his shoulder and relaxing against his form, you mutter, “Don’t have to… I already have it.”

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[gravehags]

something something papas and ghouls taking care of you when you’re sick send tweet

primo - herbal remedy king (homemade, naturally) but understands the power of vick’s vaporub. will feed you tinctures and tonics while his weathered hands gently rub the goop on your chest. doesn’t mind when you cough in his face while you sleep.

secondo - #1 pastina maker in the abbey, has his own special recipe. will feed you so much goddamn broth you feel like you’re going to explode but when you open your mouth to object, he simply gives you the Secondo Emeritus Look™️ and you shut right up and pick up your spoon.

terzo - wholly unphased by how gross you look/sound/feel. to him you are always his amore, even as he’s holding your hair and you’re emptying your stomach in the toilet for the fourth time that night. will always make sure you’re hydrated.

copia - the ultimate fussy guy. when you first mention you don’t feel so good he’s already got the thermometer in hand, herding you into the bedroom. he’ll cluck and mutter to himself in italian as he frets over you until you finally tell him to please come to bed, bello, you are wearing a hole in the rug with your pacing.

cumulus - oh lord she’s comin and she’s got the goods. lulu will get her hands on every medication available in the abbey and go over all the symptoms every one helps in order to pick the best one for you. rubs your back soothingly and peppers your face with kisses, regardless of how clammy you are.

cirrus - firmly but gently reassures you that no, you’re not dying it’s just a virus and this does happen to humans on occasion. is the most sensible of the ghouls when you’re sick and like terzo, always holds your hair for you. will strip you down and bathe you all by herself with no complaints.

sunshine - big time cuddler. completely unphased by your grossness and will pull you into her embrace and gently stroke your hair while kissing the top of your head. giggles a little when you thank her in a nasally voice.

aurora - queen of channel surfing. when you get tired of watching the price is right all morning she’ll snag the remote from you and put on a juicy lifetime movie. her commentary makes you laugh so hard you go into coughing fits but improves morale greatly.

swiss - when you show up in his doorway and hoarsely proclaim you don’t feel so good he’s already halfway dragging you to bed. after he gets all your garments off this man is making you a nest to end all nests. you WILL be cozy.

mountain - brings you tea with honey on such a constant rotation you have to beg him to stop or you’ll wet the bed to which he calmly tells you he’ll carry you to the toilet every time if that’s what it takes. cleans up your used tissues with zero bitching.

phantom - this bug is a panicker. he’s relatively new and doesn’t get what the flu is so he automatically assumes you’re dying. you end up comforting him more than the other way around. if you do a sinus rinse he’s at the sink next to you, watching and absolutely fascinated.

rain - the gentlest of all the ghouls when you’re sick. unlike the others, he knows when to give you space to heal and be alone. doesn’t mean he neglects you though - like cirrus will absolutely bathe you with no complaints and get you back in fresh pajamas.

dewdrop - speaking of complaints, this guy will bitch on your behalf til there’s no tomorrow. he’ll hold your giant water bottle up to your mouth, proclaiming how fucked up it is that you’re suffering and he can’t really do anything about it. always validates you and your feelings, even if you are being a little whiny baby.

aether - like secondo, he is making you a hearty soup the instant he hears a sniffle. he’s happy to make grocery store runs for your sick staples and comes home with way more than you’ll ever need. when you’re restless because your illness won’t let you sleep, he slings an arm around your waist to ground you and maybe, just maybe uses a little quintessence magic to lull you to sleep in his arms.

[foodffs]

Homemade Chicken Meatballs combine ground chicken with a little finely minced onion and garlic, Italian seasonings, and grated fresh Parmesan Cheese for the ultimate tender and juicy baked meatball experience. 

[ticklygiggles]

Summer fun | Tengen + his wives & Rengoku Kyojuro

Collab with sweetest @otomiya-tickles

A/N: Another amazing and precious collab with my bestest girl Ginny! I had lots of fun as always baby, thank you for being so patient with me. I love you!

Summary: Rengoku gets invited to a summer tradition by Tengen and he hopes this tradition involves lots of water and summery fun, but... are they only having a picnic?! How boring!

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Rengoku was humming to himself. He tightened the straps of the bag that he had hanging on his back and felt a funny sensation swirling inside his chest, his smile widening with excitement.

He was happy. 

It had been a long time since he felt like this- he couldn't deny that he always felt happy to see Senjurou after a long time, his little brother was the light of his life, but seeing Senjurou meant that he had to go back home, and coming back to that place always made him feel… awkward, melancholic and sad.

He also felt happy every time he killed a demon, but mixed with that little moment of ecstasy, there was always that feeling of utter sadness, thinking of all the innocent lives this creature had taken with its own hands and fangs, killing them for nothing but its own entertainment.

So he knew what happiness was, but it was always accompanied by a feeling of guilt and sadness, but right at that moment, he truly felt happy, excited even. He was not used to it and he couldn't help but feel a bit nauseous and lightheaded, but he tried to embrace it, and thinking about the lots of fun he would have that day made him feel even better. 

He chuckled to himself and his pace quickened. The weather was getting better, summer arriving at its own pace, making days longer and nights shorter. Rengoku always liked the summer: swimming, festivals, water battles; nice, fresh beverages and sweet, juicy watermelons. 

Summer was the perfect time to enjoy time together with friends and family, so when Tengen invited him earlier that week to be part of a little summer tradition he had with his wives, Rengoku couldn't help but accept the invitation right away. Tengen told him to be in a certain place at a certain hour, and as he made his way over there, he wondered what kind of activities they would do. He couldn't wait to get into fresh water and maybe even catch some fish to eat later!

He grinned. Oh, he was sure they were going to have lots… of… fun? 

Eh?

"Ah! Rengoku-san! Over here!" Suma waved at him and three heads turned over to look at him, warm smiles on their faces. 

They were sitting in the grass beneath big trees, a cozy looking picnic stalled out before them.

“You’re here,” Tengen greeted when Rengoku approached them. Rengoku smiled brightly as he scanned the scene. There was some food, like not necessarily summer-food, just plain lunch which did look delicious but…

“Ah, so we will eat lunch first! And then the summer tradition, right?” Rengoku said, putting down his bag and sitting down between them. 

“Hehe, this is the summer tradition, dummy!” Suma said playfully. 

“It’s our summer picnic. We’ve been wanting to invite you before but you were always busy,” Makio explained as she handed Rengoku a small bowl of rice. 

“A picnic, right here?” he asked, looking around. He couldn’t deny it, they definitely chose a pretty place. But it was just a park? No lake? No beach? He didn’t want to say it. He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to….!

“That’s so boring!” Aaaah! Stupid mouth! Rengoku even smiled brightly when he said it. 

“Eh?” Suma said, and she cocked her head. “Did you just say boring?” 

“Let’s pretend we didn’t hear that! He won’t be bored when he tastes your delicious homemade food,” Tengen said brightly, placing some more food in Rengoku’s direction. 

“It’s delicious!” Rengoku chirped with his mouth full. But he was still bored! 

“What is even inside that bag?” Makio asked, pointing at Rengoku’s bag that was now resting in the grass with its contents useless for this summer tradition.

Rengoku hummed, swallowing a mouthful of food before smiling brightly at them, opening his bag and pulling out the insides to show them.

“I bought everything for summer fun,” he said with a rather sarcastic tone for someone like him, making Tengen bark out a laugh. “Look, here I have a towel, this ointment to protect your skin from the sun, and look! I even brought my swimwear!” He pulled out a pair of short pants that were, strangely, the exact same pattern of his haori. "However, it's a shame I won't get to use them just because you guys have this… really boring tradition."

Tengen laughed again as Hinatsuru chuckled awkwardly. "N-Now, Rengoku-san, we'll have plenty of fun, I assure you," she said with a kind smile and Rengoku looked at her with a smile too, but he knew that Hinatsuru was wrong. This was just boring. 

"Yes, Rengoku-san!" Said Makio, placing another bento box between Rengoku's hands. "Isn't the weather nice here? And the food is also very good, isn't it? We even have salt grilled bream, isn't it your favorite?"

She was basically pushing the fish into his mouth, so Rengoku opened his lips to let her do so. Instantly, there was an explosion of salty flavors inside his mouth that made his taste buds tingle and his mouth water as he chewed on the fish enthusiastically. 

The weather was nice, yes. He couldn't deny that they had chosen quite the place to make their summer picnic. The food was also fantastic, he hoped they kept refilling his bento boxes, but this was not what he was expecting. 

He didn't want to sound like a spoiled child, but perhaps he really wanted to go to the beach and have a water war, but he shouldn't act this rude, right? 

"Delicious!" He exclaimed again, wanting to avert the conversation from that topic as he kept himself busy, eating happily. Tengen’s wives seemed relieved to see him enjoying himself and they continued to eat and chat as well. However, Tengen’s eyes were on him for quite a while, and Rengoku wasn’t very sure why.

“Is there anything on my face?” he asked merrily, accidentally losing some food since he was talking with his mouth full. He quickly wiped it off his robes, leaving only a minor stain, and he licked his fingers clean.

Tengen chuckled and shook his head. “No. I’m just worried you’re not really enjoying yourself here, and that we might have burdened you by inviting you to this picnic,” he said.

Rengoku gasped and shook his head. “Not a burden! No, no!” he cried.

“Perhaps we could think of something that will make you enjoy yourself more? Ladies?��� Tengen asked his wives for support. Oh oh? Like going somewhere for a swim? Rengoku watched them hopefully.

“Really, even if I’m just a little bored, don’t feel forced to HYa!” Rengoku jumped when Suma suddenly leaned over and pierced his side with her finger.

“You mean this, Tengen-Sama?” she asked sweetly, poking Rengoku again and making him shriek and jump to the side. The other side where Makio’s finger was awaiting him, also poking his side and tickling him.

“Exactly,” Tengen encouraged them with a smile. Rengoku clenched his lunch box in his hand and cackled.

“Hey! Hehehey what are we dohohoing?” He danced awkwardly in between them, but they kept poking him, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks. 

Oh, this sensation. It had been a while, he didn't even think he was still ticklish, but it seemed that he was, the gentle pokes were making him laugh so much already and he tried to not drop his precious lunch box, but then Hinatsuru gently took it away from between his hands and Rengoku laughed when Suma's fingers turned those gentle pokes into firm squeezes against his lower ribs.

"Wahahait!" He laughed, pulling his arms tightly against his sides and bending over, his forehead almost touching the blanket where they all sat. "N-Nohohoho! I'm tihihihicklihish!" 

"Oh? Are you now?" Tengen teased, making his wives giggle playfully. "I'm sure you're not so bored anymore, huh?"

Rengoku lifted his head to look at Tengen. Little tears were already present at the corners of his eyes and a big, bright smile pulled at his lips. 

"I m-mehehean, y-you ahaha-are f-fohohorcihing me to lahahaugh so- ahahaha! I'm sohohohorry!" 

He flopped onto the blanket when he felt thumbs digging into the back of his ribs, loud laughter poured out of him as he turned onto his back. 

"Oh-uh, not a good choice," Hinatsuru said with a big grin on her face and soon Rengoku found out why he had made a huge mistake. 

Four hands viciously tickled his exposed torso. Clawing at his tummy, squeezing his sides, digging into his ribs and even pinching his hips all at full speed. 

“Lahahadies! Plehehease! Wahahah!” he howled, curling up, flopping and thrashing in between them.

“Watch the feet, girls,” Tengen said, casually leaning back when Rengoku almost kicked his lunch from his hands. He was so mean!

Makio was the first to get up while Suma continued to attack Rengoku’s torso. She sat down on top of his legs to pin them down effectively, and while she was at it…

“Nonono nohoho!” Rengoku cried when she took off his sandals so she could tickle his feet. Tengen laughed at this too, impressed by her move. Not only were Rengoku’s kicking feet and legs no longer a threat, they also proved to be pretty good tickle spots for her to torture. 

Giggling, Makio tickled his feet and also tested the sensitivity of his legs, scribbling her skilful fingers all over his calves and the back of his knees before returning to his ticklish feet.

“Rengoku-san is ticklish all over!” Suma observed from the other side. Her fingers were still massaging Rengoku’s sides and ribs and it tickled! so! bad!

“HEeeheheheee! I cahahan’t! Ahahahah! It tihiihicklehehees!” he roared. Little tears had already become big tears as they dripped down his flushed cheeks.

He had forgotten he was this ticklish! He sure had his fair share of tickle fights with Senjurou, (that would last only a few seconds before their father would snap at their loud laughter), and he had also had some tickly moments with Kanroji Mitsuri every now and then, but he couldn't remember the last time he was tickled like this! 

Tengen's wives were vicious in their attack, and strong enough to pin him nicely so he could barely do anything to stop them. Their nimble fingers would find their way through all of his defenses and he could only throw his head back with intense laughter. 

It was a little embarrassing that he couldn't stop them, but at the same time he thought… that was a little fun. The little ache he felt in the muscles of his stomach from laughing and the ache at his cheeks and the funny sensation making his brain feel fuzzy. It all felt nice. He felt nice to let go and just… laugh. Truly laugh. 

"It looks like you also want to join." Rengoku heard Tengen say and knew he was talking to Hinatsuru, who was still beside her husband, looking at the scene in front of her with a smile and flushed cheeks. 

"Would that be okay?" She asked and Rengoku shrieked out a laugh, shaking his head. 

"N-Nohohoho! Hi-Hihihinahahatsuru-sahahan! Hehehelp mehehe!" He said through his laughter, jerking heavily when Suma found a weak spot in the middle of his stomach, around his belly button and Makio's long nails had settled underneath his toes, carefully scratching at the tenderness of his skin. 

Tengen laughed, a bit too excited by Rengoku's reactions. "Of course it's okay! Tell you what, we'll both join in~'

The sudden movement of both Tengen and Hinatsuru advancing on him actually disturbed all of the tickle chaos that was going on. Suma and Makio leaned back to make space for them, and Rengoku’s sudden kick and wild move shook them right off him - and before any of them could grab him, he got on all fours and started running, messing up the last of the picnic blanket as he kicked his way into freedom. 

Not that he came far, of course.

“HEHehehe Tehehengen wahahah!” he cackled when Tengen caught up to him quickly, wrapping one arm around his middle and dragging him back down. 

“Now where are you going huh?” he growled playfully. The others followed suit, and while Tengen dug with crazy madness into his sensitive sides and ribs, he felt how the soft delicate and feminine touches returned to his other tickle spots. Laying on his stomach, his feet were turned upwards and could be perfectly targeted by ten flexible fingers.

He could smell the sweet fragance he noted to be Suma’s as she kneeled down by his side where she pried one of his arms out of the way to tickle his underarm. Another tickled his neck and ears with her long tickly nails. Ah yes. Rengoku was really getting tickled to death by the four of them.

"NAHAHAT THEHERE!" He pleaded and he could hear Tengen and the girls laughing above him. 

"Now, you gotta be more specific," Tengen said, clawing at the back of Rengoku's ribs, making him cackle like a mad man. "We're tickling you pretty much everywhere, where could 'there' be? Your feet?" 

At the mention of that spot, Rengoku felt the tickling intensifying, especially under his toes and the balls of his feet. He tried to kick his legs, but they were pinned by Makio. 

"Or maybe your legs?" Tengen asked again and Rengoku couldn't help but focus on those maddening squeezes to his inner thighs and the quick scribbles to the back of his knees from Hinatsuru's gentle hands. 

"Plehehease, I'll dihihie!" 

"Or maybe right here on your hips?" Tengen continued, his own fingers moving down to squeeze at Rengoku's hips, making him dance, trying to dislodge Tengen's hands from his hips. "Or your sides? Stomach? Ribs?" 

Rengoku's face was on fire. The pleading had died down and he could only laugh his head off as he squirmed weakly, jolting every time Tengen moved to a different spot and shrieking when he dug his fingers into his sensitive skin. 

"Or maybe under your arms or neck?"

Suma's fingers were very present under his arm, wiggling and digging into the middle of his armpits, making him laugh in hysterics, bubbly giggles mixing in-between when he felt long fingernails gliding across his neck and ears. 

"EHEHEVERYWHEHERE!" Rengoku laughed, snorting and scrunching his nose up adorably. 

Tengen laughed at that, a low and charming sound, but Rengoku could barely hear any of it as his own shrieking laughter surrounded all of them.

“Alright, that’s enough entertainment I think. His voice is doing things,” Tengen noted the pitchy and gaspy noises Rengoku was making, and finally, all fingers stopped tickling him and they moved off him so he could breathe like a normal person. Rengoku rolled on his back and sighed.

“You guys!” he whined, but he spread his arms and breathed out. Woah. He hadn’t laughed that much in…. forever? 

“I don’t think he is bored anymore,” Suma giggled.

“But surely he’s feeling a little hot now,” Hinatsuru said.

“Even I am feeling hot, bwaha!” Makio laughed. Rengoku panted and wheezed. He felt a little hot and sweaty indeed after all that. 

“Then… how about we skip desserts and go for a swim after all? We’re not near a beach, but I know a lake that’s pretty close,” Tengen suggested. Rengoku gasped and lifted his head, staring at him with wide and sparkly eyes.

“REALLY?” he squeaked, his voice still hoarse. Tengen smiled and held out his hand.

“You deserve a refreshing dive into the water. We all do. You’re right, it’s summer after all,” he said, helping Rengoku get back on his feet. 

Rengoku was nearly dancing in excitement, his smile blinding as he quickly helped get everything ready for their departure to the lake, not without letting out some ridiculous squeaks and giggles as he was victim of some sneaky pokes and squeezes to his sides and ribs by those extremely playful ladies. 

This was fun. Even being tickled until he was sweating was fun. And he was sure they all would have lots of fun once they arrived at the lake because what’s summer without a water fight? Rengoku was excited and happy.

He wished he could feel like that all the time…

“C’mon, Rengoku,” Tengen patted his back and pulled gently at his clothes. “Weren’t you so excited about the lake? Let’s go!” 

“A-Ah,” Rengoku said, looking at his companions, all ready to have his so wanted summer fun. He chuckled, smiling brightly at them. “Yes, let’s go!”

He knew he couldn’t always feel this happy, but right now, he was going to indulge into this wonderful sensation and enjoy every second of it with these friends of his!

“Hurry up, Rengoku-san,” Makio said, smiling brightly. “Or else we’ll tickle you again.”

Rengoku laughed, “I am not even ticklish!” He laughed brightly when suddenly four hands reached out to tickle him at the same time. “Fihihine! Lehehet’s huhurry uhuhup!”

Ah yes, he was going to enjoy himself to the fullest!

[1-up-chump]

Look i know your requests are closed for now. But whenever you can. Could i have fave foods,food preferences,and dislikes for mk characters?

Maybe the basic roster? Liu kang,kung lao,sonya,jax,kano,johnny cage,sub zero(s),scorpion,raiden, kitana,and shang tsung? Maybe a reptile thrown in there.

Ok this might be long but I'll try!

Mortal kombat characters and their food preferences.

Liu kang:

He likes bold flavors, spices and savory dishes are his go to. He likes dry heat but not so much he can't taste anything. He also likes sweet fruits like peaches and mangoes. He likes mango flavored shaved ice

Kung lao:

He mostly eats vegetables, fresh and delicious with noodles is his go to. But he does rarely eat chicken (don't tell his white lotus masters) and on very special holidays he eats pork (again, don't tell his white lotus masters.) He adores soup dumplings and thats his favorite.

Sonya:

It might be typical, but she loves a nice juicy classic all American burger, fresh off the grill. Other than that she drinks a lot of coffee and prefers light and quick easy meals to get her through the day.

Jax:

The man is simple, he loves a good barbecue pulled pork. Anything high in protein that's also delicious. He also loves strawberry ice cream.

Kano:

Barbeque, beer, and mochi. Surprising to some, kano has a varied palette. While he can eat anything (had to at some points) he also knows whats delicious and whats mediocre at best.

Johnny cage:

The most well coordinated diet you expect from a well active celebrity. But Johnny prefers homemade and authentic food, which often he goes to any obscure family owned ethnic restaurant. His favorite is one noodle dish from a restuarant owned by a very old Chinese man who taught him how to make it, after Johnny practically begged on his knees to know.

Sub-zero/kuai liang:

Kuai is simple, rice and vegetables with beef. But his absolute favorite is ice cream, his eyes light up whenever he sees the delicious frozen treats.

Sub-zero/bi-han:

Bi-han has similar tastes to kuai. But prefers his meats to be burnt to a charcoal. Loves chocolate ice cream.

Scorpion/hanzo hasashi:

Hearty, warm, homemade dishes. Lots of fish, lots of rice. He likes spicy but prefers to be in the mood to fully enjoy it. Likes citrusy desserts.

Raiden:

He loves spice an abnormal amount. Giving him spicy chicken is the quickest way to earn his favor. He also loves milk too. Even his brother is unnerved by how much spicy food raiden can eat and not suffer tremendously, he's just built different. He likes lightly sweet desserts like marshmallows or cotton candy. Or dango.

Kitana:

Edenian dishes are as colorful as delicious and varied. Herbs and spices are used generously and most are vegetarian. Kitana's favorite is an edenian dish with an outworld goat meat marinated in a special edenian orange. Peaches do not exist in outworld but kitana loved the white peach liu kang once offered her. She longs for it's taste again.

Shang tsung:

He loves vegetables, fresh and well prepared. Noodles and broth must also be to his liking. There is one dish that will make him feel so content and at peace, it's a simple peasant dish from a long time ago in china. Shang tsung also loves fruits that are especially juicy and sweet, or tangy. Loves lychee and mango the most.

Bonus reptile/syzoth:

Saurian's diet consists of fish and special leafy greens no longer found in outworld as the plantlife went extinct (thanks shao kahn). But a similar dish is catfish and collared greens.

[therealvinelle]

Skoleboller, would you recommend it to foreigners yes or no?

Fun fact, it's actually called skolebrød, but the language seems to be shifting towards skoleboller (as they are boller, not brød).

I would recommend foreigners boller, to do with as they please, skolebrød being a very interesting option.

Boller:

900 g flour

5 dl milk (make it fermented milk for extra juicy result) (doesn't have to be tempered, you can take it right out of the fridge)

1 egg

25 g/half a package yeast

150 g sugar

1 tsp cardemum

1/2 tsp salt (optional)

150 g butter (diced and tempered)

1 egg (for painting the buns. I do not know how to say this in English. Get a brush and paint, they will look good and their crust will be better)

(This is Trine Mikkelsen's recipe, an equally good one that I've had as much luck with and that is perhaps more beginner friendly is Det Søte Liv's recipe, it just takes more time as you have to wait for the milk to cool.)

A cooking machine is recommended but you can absolutely get this done manually, you'll just have to knead a lot.

Mix the ingredients, except for the butter and the last egg. If you're using fresh yeast, mix it out in the milk and if you're using dry yeast mix it out in a small portion of the flour before adding to the rest. You want the dough to release the edges of the bowl, your fingers if you're using your hands to knead, and be elastic, so add flour or milk if it's too wet or dry. After a few minutes of kneading you add the butter, knead for another five minutes until the dough feels right. Place it under a cover and leave to swell, I tend to go with an hour.

You now have a dough base, and can do a great many wonderful things with it, including just working it into little balls, leaving to swell for however long you wish, and then sticking them into the oven at 225 degrees celsius for 10-15 minutes and you will cheer at your homemade boller.

You can also:

The recipe above gives relatively few boller, you should double it

Make cinnamon buns (use a rolling pan to make a rectangle, as thin and straight edged as you can make it. Spread butter on it, then scatter sugar and cinnamon across it. Roll into a sausage, and cut it into rolls. Alternatively, you do not cut it, but either cut as is or use a scissor to cut a nice pattern into the sausage and present your cinnamon kringle to guests.)

Make apple cinnamon kringle (same as the above, you roll a rectangle, add... whatever eplemos is in English... you dice apples into tiny pieces, boil with vanilla, sugar, and water. Delicious, and then you put it on a bun dough alongside cinnamon. Roll up, and enjoy your fantastic kringle.)

Cinnamon knots (bit tough to explain, but: you have your rectangle, now you put butter, sugar, and cinnamon on one half of it. Fold the rectangle, and cut the dough into streams. Wind these streams into fancy knots, and you now have a very fancy-looking cinnamon bun)

Make raisin buns (you add raisins to the dough.)

Make skolebrød (you make indentations in the buns, NOT holes. Just a little indentation in the middle, and fill it with vanilla cream. Place in oven. When they're cool, you have two bowls before you, one is filled with frosting from powdered sugar and water (this is your glue) and the other with coconut flakes. Dip the buns into the frosting and then the flakes, and serve to awed guests. If you wish to freeze this, it is best to freeze them without the flakes.)

Make lemon curd skolebrød (lemon curd instead of vanilla cream)

Literally anything, the sky's the limit

Tips and troubleshooting:

If you use expired dry yeast, add more. You can also add water to it beforehand to rehydrate it, I haven't tried it myself but it has helped people I know.

Better to have the dough too sticky than too dry. The former will still taste good, and a too elastic dough can paradoxically be difficult to work with (in my experience).

If you're making raisin buns, the raisins should be in a cup of lukewarm water for about an hour before adding them to the dough. They'll taste better

If you're making raisin buns, do your utmost to stuff the raisins inside the buns. A raisin that stuck out of the bun and cooked for 10 minutes at 225 degrees will not taste great.

If you make a kringle, the cooking time will increase. Watch closely as you may need to place a sheet of oven paper over it to keep from being burnt.

[paran0rmality]

So a week or so ago I went to a garage sale and the lady had a bowl of plums (i thought they were big grapes bc I've never seen backyard fruit tree plums lmao) and i asked abt them and she let me pick a bag full of them fresh off her tree and omfg they were sooo good and juicy!

Today I had some that were getting a little soft so I made plum freezer jam!! It's the fall equinox so I wanted to do some witchy baking and jam felt like a good start for the day!

I'm not sure if it's considered a 'simmer pot', but I'm also making homemade cider, a low and slow process that takes at least an hour to let the flavors truly develop, and its making the house smell so nice tbh.

My mood really hasn't been the best lately, but doing little things like this help me feel grounded in not only my life but also my craft, and I think it, paired with the walk I plan on going on later, are a great way to celebrate the change of the seasons ^^

Pics of jams and cider below!

[south-of-heaven]

Browsey x Fem!reader movie night?

Farm life || Ronda Rousey x Reader x Travis Browne

Summary: After getting all the chores done on the farm, you, Travis, and Ronda cuddle up on the couch for dinner and a movie.

A/N: This is genuinely all I want in life.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over Browsey Acres as you, Ronda, and Travis finished up the day's chores. It had been a long, rewarding day of tending to the animals, fixing fences, and getting your hands dirty in the rich earth. Now, as the evening settled in, it was time to relax and enjoy the fruits of your labor.

You all gathered in the cozy living room of your farmhouse. The scent of a hearty, homemade dinner wafted through the air, making your mouths water in anticipation. Travis had been in charge of grilling some of the farm-fresh vegetables and a couple of juicy steaks, while Ronda prepared a side salad with ingredients plucked from your garden.

As the three of you settled onto the couch, you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of contentment. The fireplace crackled nearby, casting a warm, flickering light that danced across your faces. The farmhouse was filled with the comforting sounds of chirping crickets and the occasional soft hoot of an owl outside.

Ronda, ever the movie buff, had picked out a classic film for the evening's entertainment. As the opening credits rolled, she snuggled up against you on one side, while Travis reclined on the other, draping his arm over the back of the couch and resting it on your shoulders. You felt their warmth and affection, and it made your heart swell with happiness.

The movie played on the screen, but your attention was divided between the film and the feeling of being surrounded by your loved ones. Travis would occasionally steal a bite of salad from your plate when he thought you weren't looking, earning a playful swat from Ronda. Laughter and love filled the room as the movie unfolded.

As the credits rolled on the movie, you all remained on the couch, enjoying the moment. The dishes could wait, the animals were settled in for the night, and the world beyond your farmhouse seemed a million miles away. It was in these simple, intimate moments that you cherished most—sharing a meal, watching a movie, and being wrapped in the love of your partners. Life on the farm had its challenges, but it also had its incredible rewards, and this was one of them.

[sofiaispunk]

The Space Cowboy and his Ladybug - CHAPTER 2

Javier Peña x reader

Summary: As you return to your hometown of Laredo, Texas after more than a decade away, you can't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and trepidation. You're here with your new husband, Steven, a successful lawyer from Austin, and you're not quite sure how he'll handle the slower pace of life in this small town. You left Laredo as a teenager, fleeing an abusive father and a painful falling out with your childhood best friend. But will this place ever feel like home again? Can the wounds of the past really be healed, or are they just scars that never fully fade away?

Words: 2,3K

Warnings: angst, trust issues, violence, brief mention of past domestic abuse (mentally and physically), insecurity, references to suicide attempt, smut, TRAUMA

It's a bright and sunny Sunday morning, and you decide to take a walk to the local market in Laredo to pick up some fresh produce. As you make your way down the dusty street, you're struck by the beauty of the small town that you left so many years ago.

The air is thick with the smell of spices and fresh produce, and you can hear the chatter of locals and vendors mingling in the distance. As you approach the market, you're met with a vibrant and colorful scene. Tents are set up as far as the eye can see, with rows upon rows of colorful fruits and vegetables on display.

You walk down the aisles, taking in the vibrant colors and smells of the fresh produce. You pick up a basket and begin to fill it with bright red tomatoes, crisp green peppers, and bundles of leafy greens. As you walk, vendors call out to you, offering samples of their wares.

You pause at a stand selling homemade tamales and can't resist the temptation to try one. The warm, spicy filling melts in your mouth, and you can't help but let out a contented sigh.

As you continue through the market, you catch glimpses of familiar faces from your childhood, but you shy away, not yet ready to revisit those old memories.

But despite the bittersweet feelings that tug at your heart, you feel a sense of peace and contentment as you wander the stalls. The simple beauty of the market, with its bustling crowds and fresh produce, reminds you of the simple pleasures in life that you had forgotten in your hectic city life.

As you continue down the aisle, you overhear snippets of conversation from the locals. The talk of the town seems to be the return of a local hero, a DEA agent who had just returned from a successful mission in Colombia.

On a small corner your eyes fell on a vendor selling the juiciest watermelons you had ever seen. You approached him and greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning, ma'am! How can I help you?" he asked, his accent thick with the flavor of Texas.

"I'd like to buy one of those watermelons, please," you replied, pointing at the pile of fruit.

"Sure thing, ma'am," he said, picking up a large one and slicing it open for you to sample. As you savored the sweet, juicy flesh, the vendor struck up a conversation with you.

"So, are you from around here?" he asked.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. "Well, I used to live here a long time ago, but I haven't been back in over ten years."

"Ah, I see," he said, nodding his head. "You're one of those who got away."

You smiled at his description, but your mind was still racing with questions about your past and uncertain future. As if sensing your inner turmoil, the vendor continued, "You know, there's a big buzz going around town about Javier."

"Javier? Who?" You asked, knowing which Javier he meant.

"Javier Pena, the DEA Agent in town, he's a bit of a local hero," the vendor explained. "He just got back from a mission in Colombia, where he took down Pablo Escobar. Can you believe that? A boy from Laredo taking down the biggest drug lord of Colombia."You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and awe at the mention him. "But you know, he's a bit of a ladies' man. Left his old girlfriend at the altar, they say." The lady next to you chimed in. “Marcella, he is a hero who has time to talk about these old boring stories. Let the man live his life! You are just angry he didn’t want to marry your daughter.” You thanked the vendor and wished them a good day no longer wanting to be part of this conversation. You obviously knew which ex girlfriend they were talking about. Lorraine. 

Painful memories resurfaces and you barely can hold yourself together.

You couldn't hold back the tears that were streaming down my face as you ran towards your vacation house, clutching the basket of fresh produce that you had just bought from the market. The memories of Javier and emotions were hitting youhard and you felt like you were suffocating. You stopped dead in your track when you saw the old park next to the church on your way home. Next to the park was a makeshift soccer field with only one gate and the same broken white fence you remember from 20 years ago.

As you approached the soccer field, you heard the sounds of children laughing and playing, and it brought a faint smile to your face.

"Hey, remember that time you tripped and fell face-first into the mud?" Javier teases, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

You feign annoyance and playfully push him. "Oh, please! You were the one who pushed me, because I was winning!"

He chuckles and jogs alongside you. "Well, you know I think you tripped because you have two left feet!"

As the warm sun bathes the soccer field in a golden glow, Javier and you chase after the ball, your laughter echoing through the air. Sweat glistens on your brows, but the excitement fuels your energy.

“Javi, lets take a break, okay?I am thirsty.” you say breathlessly and sat down on the soft grass leaning on the fence behind you. 

“Yeah, yeah. You say that because you are a sore loser.” Javier plopped next you on the grass equaly breathless and you both share your water bottle and some grapes Chucho packed. 

As you sat on the grass, you couldn't help but notice the concern etched on Javier's face as he examined the bruises on your arms. "Who did this to you?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

You shrugged your shoulders, not wanting to tell him the truth, pulling down your sleeves. But Javier wouldn't let it go. "You can tell me, I won't tell anyone else. I promise," he said, his eyes locking onto yours

"Nothing," you replied, trying to brush it off.

But he wasn't convinced. "Please, tell me. I won't let anyone hurt you," he promised.

You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to burden him with the truth. But there's a trust between you that goes beyond words, so you take a deep breath and open up.

"It's... my dad," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "He gets angry sometimes, and …." Javier's eyes widen with a mixture of anger and sadness. He stopped you placed a gentle hand on your bruised arm.

“I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you.. ever.” He swore and you immediately believed him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you nodded, unable to find the words to express your feelings. 

“That’s a space cowboy promise?” you asked through tears. ”A space cowboy promise.” he confirmed with a tight lipped smile.

After the shirt break you stood up and made your way towards the ball and as you were about to kick it you noticed a little bug on the soccer ball. You carefully blew on the bug so it would fly away, which it didn’t.  It seemed injured, and you were worried about it and so you yelled Javi’s name. "We have to help it, Javier," you said, "it's hurt." He agreed, and he carefully picked up the bug and examined it.

"Its a ladybug and it looks like its wing is damaged," Javier said. "We need to find it a safe place to rest." you looked around, trying to find a suitable spot. "How about that leaf over there?" you pointed to a nearby tree. Javier carefully placed her on a leaf, then showed her to me. "She is safe now," he said, pointing at the ladybug. “Let’s give her a name.” you said excitedly, happy now that she’s safe. "Let’s name her after you. Afterall you're my ladybug, and I'll always rescue you and make sure nothing bad ever happens to you."

“LADYYYYYY HEY LADYYYY! KICK THE BALL BACK TO US PLEASE? Why can’t she hear us? LADYYYYY!” you shook your head and looked shocked at the children screaming at you. You didn’t hear them, too caught up in you memories. With a apologetical smile you kicked the ball in the direction where the children were previously playing and made your way back to your house.

The next days had passed by uneventfully, with Steven and you falling into a comfortable routine of doing everyday tasks.You were grateful that the memories did stop haunting you even if it was for a short amount of time. You spent your mornings lounging in the backyard, sipping coffee and reading books in peace. Then, you would go on a jog around the neighborhood or take a dip in the pool to cool off from the Texas heat.

Afterwards, you would run errands like going to the grocery store or the hardware store to buy some supplies for the renovations. It was nice to be able to do these mundane tasks together as a couple, without any pressure or expectations.

In the evenings, you would cook dinner together and watch some TV shows or movies. Sometimes, you would go out to a local restaurant and try out some Tex-Mex cuisine, which was always a treat.

On Saturday, you were sitting on the couch scrolling through your phone, trying to find something to do, when Steven walked in. He looked excited, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Hey, I was thinking we could go out tonight," he said, grinning at you.

You raised an eyebrow. "Really? What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I found this bar where they play football, and I thought we could go check it out," he said, already moving towards the door. You hesitated for a moment, not feeling particularly in the mood for a night out, but Steven was persistent. He argued that we needed to make the most of our vacation, and that going out would be a good opportunity to meet new people and have some fun. You finally relented, “Ok fine let’s go. But only one drink.” you warned and headed out to the bar. As we walked through the door, the smell of alcohol and cigarette smoke hit me. You wasn't used to this kind of atmosphere, but Steven seemed right at home. You  found a couple of seats at the bar and ordered some drinks. Steven struck up a conversation with the bartender, while you sat there quietly, feeling out of place.

You sipped your drink and watched the people around you, feeling more and more disconnected from everything. The music was too loud, the lights too bright and you  just wanted to go back to our vacation home and curl up with a book.

People were shouting and cheering as the game played on the TVs mounted on the walls. Steven immediately found a group of guys to sit with, leaving you on your own on the bar. You ordered a drink and tried to watch the game, but you couldn't help but feel a little hurt and annoyed that Steven had left you out although he persisted you coming with him. He was laughing and high-fiving his new buddies, completely engrossed in the game. You couldn't help but roll your eyes every time someone screamed or granted way too loudly in the public bar disturbing the others.

Lost in your thoughts, you barely noticed the familiar voice that called out your name. Turning around, you was pleasantly surprised to see Magda, Javier's cousin, standing there with a bright smile on her face.

"Magda! It's so good to see you," you said as you hugged her tightly.

"I can't believe it's been so long since we last saw each other," she replied, pulling back to look at you. "What brings you back to Laredo?"

You filled her in on your vacation with Steven and how you were staying at your childhood home renovating it and trying to figure out if you should stay permanently in Laredo.

"Magda, this is my husband Steven," you introduced Steven, but he was too focused on the game to pay attention.

"Nice to meet you, Steven," Magda greeted him politely. "Are you a football fan?"

"Yeah, I love football," he replied briefly without taking his eyes off the screen.

You sighed inwardly, feeling a bit ignored. Magda noticed and changed the subject. "It's so good to see you again, amiga," Magda said with a warm smile. "I'm having a small birthday party for my son next weekend, and I would love for you to come."

“We would love to come. Thank you for the invitation.” you smiled at her and as you turned to tell Steven the news, he was already making plans with a group of strangers to watch the game next week-end. “Well, I will be there.” You reassured Magda and hugged her goodbye. You stumbled out of the bar and into the cool night air, making your way back to your vacation home. But even as you walked, you couldn't shake off the disappointment you felt towards Steven's behavior today.

Part 3

[cocrante]

My greatest achievement in life was figuring out how the heck to make the big mac sauce.

I mean, it's so delicious, you can't deny that. Since I was young, I used to play like little chemist, experimenting with different sauces, trying them all ahahah

Anyway I managed to find it now! I mean, a few days ago randomly scrolling through ig reels my trusted baker (🫶💕) shows us how to make the famous mcdonald's sandwich + sauce !!

✨️🪽✨️ I saw the clouds parting, and a choir of angels singing ✨️🪽✨️

Homemade sauce 100/10

I mean, absolutely delicious, flavorful, even better than the original if I may brag for a moment ~

I mean, seriously, homemade sauce >>>>> sorry, but there's no comparison lmao

You can taste all the flavors!!

When you eat it, you can feel all the flavors on your tongue !!

The spices, the sauces. It's like insane. I even used it to make a sandwich ~~ cooked ham, green salad and orange cheese (next time I will try it with grana padano c:)

And then well ~~ the homemade big mac-style sandwich belongs to a completely different category ahah

Firstly, it looks beautiful! The mcdonald's one is all squished, greasy, oily... I mean, you can't even call that bread ahah + you can choose whatever bread you want! My favorite is turmeric bread with flax seeds, but sesame seed bread is also delicious >>>

Oh!! And have you ever smelled the fragrance of fresh bakery bread??? I mean, that delightful warm aroma of toasted flour ~~ that makes you want to snuggle on top of the loaves and sleep aw

Then consider having a nice barbecue? You can prepare your own burger !! throw it on the grill, and all those delicious aromas start wafting around.

And the most important thing: you can choose your meat ~~ my favorite is beef, so I can decide to cook it medium without the risk of salmonella or gross things. And besides that... excuse me ahahahah B U T ! the one from mcdonald's— looks like the sole of a shoe !! ahahahah it's dry-- when it should be juicy.

You should feel like you're eating something good that makes you smile when it's in your mouth c:

And then ~~ you can customize the sandwich composition yourself !! decide what to put in, add or remove. It's your darn sandwich, you ! have ! the ! right ! to decide how you want it.

Anyway ~~ if you made it all the way down here hoping to find the sauce recipe, you've won ~☆!

• ketchup (1 tablespoon)

• mayonnaise (2 or 3 tablespoons)

• mustard (1 tablespoon also)

• sweet paprika powder (adjust to your taste)

• slice a pickled cucumber

• mix all the ingredients together ~~

• you can store it in the fridge for three days c:

Go ahead and try making your delicious sandwiches ~~ and remember that preparing food at home is not only fun but also healthy 🫶

Having control over what you eat is the first step towards a long, healthy and happy life.

If you make the sauces and want to show them off, I'd be happy to see!

Hope you enjoy it a lot ✨️✨️✨️

[resistancekitty]

A cherry pie has been a Washington’s Birthday tradition in my family for decades.

[jack-kellys]

I used the AU generator and got the absolutely ridiculous combination of grocery store AU and ancient Greece AU so uh...have fun I guess?

send me theeeese

well i think the only answer is making a god for each aisle. right. or if we’re really into it we align 7 “food groups”/usual supermarket aisle contents with each of the seven deadly sins or something like…. envy might be organic/protein powders like that stuff. but idk i’m not doing that

local street market au. jack works at a small produce farm outside NYC and brings the farm’s goods to the city for the market each weekend. (i think each of the older newsies own a little stand or small business). but not only does jack sell produce, he kind of embodies it?

the freshness, the way he shines in the sun, he’s fruitful and juicy with stories and personality and he is also… a deity. of produce.

racer is a deity of nostalgia and owns a small vintage and thrift store. crutchie is a deity of solar energy since all his homemade trinkets are powered via sunlight. katherine is a deity of ink and specializes in antique pens and writing utensils. etcetera.

but jack, as davey would discover if i wrote this for real, tastes like juice dribbling down his chin in the summertime, and he can’t get enough of the man who can make any fruit ripe and conjure carrots from the dirt.