#desserts to bring to a bbq

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[thekeeperof-thefandoms]

I asked a few of my favorite hazbin writers this and only one answered and it was ok but I felt like it could have been expanded on so here's my take

Vox, Val, Alastor, and Lucifer react to your love language being baking/cooking

Vox

(Starting with him because he's the one thaf inspired this).

Vox came from the 50s and even though I firmly believe he is past all the ingrained gender roles and homophobia I think he still has some internalized misogyny. He wants to be viewed as the man in the relationship, the breadwinner, the provider. He can cook for himself but it's pretty basic food (except steak. Like every other man since the invention of the grill how to bbq has been hardwired into his brain. If his partner also grills ya'll fight over whose turn to cook out it is)

(Unrelated but as a lesbian who loves to grill, and is the designated grill bro, butch lesbians or cookout lesbians are some of Vox's favorite type of gays to chill with)

I firmly believe that's why even though he's a sub, it's so hard and would take time and trust to get him to let you top and enjoy it. He's so worried people will find out and judge him, that you'll judge him. His ego can be very fragile.

Especially if we go with the Vox used to be a cult leader theory. His power, image, and success are linked to his ability to appear in control. To appear to have all the answers and take responsibility. It's going to take a lot of time and patience to unravel all that and help him seperate his personal and professional image.

That being said, a partner who uses acts of service as a love language is perfect for him. He's a busy man, so he tends to be a gift giver type. The gifts are always well thought out and expensive. He wants it to be something you need, want, can get a lot of enjoyment from, and be worth the money spent, so he puts time and effort into them. Unless he's just showing off by giving you his card and telling you to go nuts.

So you taking time to make his coffee for him the way he likes, ordering lunch from his favorite places and having it sent to his office so he remembers to eat, or just texting him reminders to drink water or eat/take breaks throughout the day makes him giddy.

If you're his assistant or something, (and I believe Vox absolutely would have his partner working for him/with him), then it's even better when you take on extra work to try and help him. Organizing his schedule, sorting emails/mail, and proofreading things. Any small act you do for him, because you want to and care about him, makes his heart rate pick up.

It'll really make him overheat, glitching slightly, literal heart eyes, if he comes home after a shitty day and you're cooking for him.

His internal monologue is absolutely raving about what a good housewife you are for him, a hard working husband.

Bonus points if you cleaned too! Either way, he adores you even more now, letting you fret and coo at him, removing his jacket and tie, pouring him a drink and telling him dinner will be ready soon and you made his favorite. He's so tempted to bend you over the counter right now, but that would ruin dinner. After you guys eat though, he's having you for dessert. Man's gonna make sure you know how much he appreciates this by turning your knees to jello, good luck walking tomorrow, doll.

If you bake treats and bring them to VoxTek he's gonna brag so much. Literally the embodiment of John Mulaney's, "That's my wife!" If you bring them just for him, he's defending his treats like they're the last ones in Hell. He has literally hit Val with a fly swatter for even asking if he could have one.

(Unrelated but like, chubby vox maybe? You're cooking is too good)

Valentino

Val wishes he could cook better. He's some kind of latino, so I feel like the fact he can't cook very well is a sore spot culturally. He can make the salsa and chips and like, help with stuff, he knows how to wrap tortillas and tomales (I picture him as like Mexican or Puerto Rican but that's just cuz the town I grew up had a large Puerto Rican group).

It doesn't help that his eyesight is even more shit in Hell. He can't see what he's doing hald the time. It ruins his art hobby too. He's overall just more easily frustrated with his bad eyesight.

I don't imagine you guys dating per se. Maybe you're his sugar baby, maybe you're someone he hired to help him do stuff like clean and organize and you just sorta start doing other things to help him. (Again I'm not saying it excuses jackshit, but as someone who worked with bipolar people and people with mood disorder I kinda see the fan theory in him, either way I think all the Vees could be sort of trained to be better people, but especially Val. We already saw Vox do it.)

After all, he's usually in a much better mood if you do and that means less outbursts. The first few times you cook him something he teases you about being his housewife, tries to make it sexual. It's not really something he clocks as being an act of love because I don't think you'd realize it yourself at first. I think the more you got to see him when he wasn't stressed, lashing out, being abusive, you'd start catching feelings. ("I can fix him", delulu asses)

He loves to be in the kitchen when you cook once it starts becoming a regular thing. He can't see clearly what you're doing but the way you move around the kitchen and get what you need, even if you're an ADHD mess and do steps out of order or at random, he can tell you know what you're doing. He likes to smell the food too while it's cooking.

He will ask you to try and make some spicier/more traditional foods he grew up with, but he doesn’t remember all of the ingredients, and it just gets him more frustrated he can't tell you. If you look them up and surprise him with it it'll probably be the most genuine, human response you get from him.

He's shocked, silent, standing frozen in the penthouse as familiar smells waft around him. You present him a plate nervously, practically shaking hoping it's good enough. The first bite nearly puts him in tears. No one's done anything this nice for him? Why would you? Lowkey thinks you want something from him. It's gonna make him paranoid for a while so don't expect a verbal compliment but he eats it all.

Eventually though, one day when you're in the kitchen cooking, humming softly and swaying your hips, one set of his arms will wrap around your waist, the other reaching around you help with the salsa, or wrap a tamale, and he'll prop his chin on your head and mumble out thanks. Some praise, maybe. Would definitely tell you stories about eating these foods growing up.

It's the first step towards having an actual relationship with him.

Alastor

This man almost always insists on cooking. He isn't much of a sweet tooth either. You tell him one night you want to try cooking for him. Tell him you understand it's an activity he enjoys and relaxes too, (especially if you know it's something that reminds him of his mother), but you want to do something for him and this is one way you show you care.

It's gonna remind him of his Mama so much that if you didn't know why he loved cooking so much before you do now. He compromises. You pick the meal and gather the ingredients and do most of the cooking and he helps prep and does dishes.

He playfully critiques you the entire time about adding some spice too it or a little southern flair. Just smack him with the wooden spoon, gently. It's gonna make him laugh because his Mama used to do that when he wouldn't keep out of the sweets, or tried to add stuff to her cooking.

Once you start it becomes habit to help each other in the kitchen every night, trading off who cooks and who preps and does dishes.

If you do find baked goods he likes that aren't too sweet and send them to him as snacks, especially to Overlord meetings, he's so fucking obnoxious about his sweet little doe (doesn't matter if you are one or not) and how they spoil him. Especially rubs it in Vox's face (not him whining to his partner so they send him with treats too so he can also brag).

Only shares with Charlie, Rosie, Niffty, and sometimes Zestiel. If he's feeling generous, Husk can have a bite.

Low-key also has a thing for his partner behaving domestically even if he isn't exactly invested in traditional marriage.

Favorite activity though is dancing with you in the kitchen to jazz while dinner cooks, holding you close, in his room usually, so he can hear the sounds of the bayou. If he closes his eyes he can pretend this is how his life went and that his Mama is in the corner or sitting in her chair, watching him, happy to see him find someone.

He will literally kiss Vox willingly before admitting that last part though.

Lucifer

It's not that he can't cook, it's just....it's easier to just snap his fingers and make food appear. He's been in a depressed slump for decades man, he's lived off of the 'want food, no cook, only eat' mindset.

When you come into his life it's a complete overhaul. Despite what issues you have yourself you can recognize someone in worse state than you and immediately categorize and prioritize. First thing first, get this man's duck collection/obsession organized, thinned out, and under control.

Second, help him work through his issues with Lillith and Charlie. Encourage therapy, be a mediator between him and Charlie (and trust me she appreciates it. She knows her dad struggles, didn't know how bad, and still feels awkward). Help him socialize more, rebuild his connection with the other sins.

Get this man a work schedule!

Then it's on to personal habits. You help him get out of bed, you're both probably a little helpless in the sleeping on time category though. Help him get a routine again to keep out of his funk. Then you start cooking for him. It just happens naturally. You enjoy cooking, you enjoy showing people you love how much you care by providing good meals.

At first he's gonna resist and tell you he can handle that, you already do so much for him. He can cook or better yet he can just make it appear and you laugh and tell him it tastes better when it's made with love. He brushes it off as a joke too, you're both just being silly and obviously you said that to get him to quit fussing. Except, unholy hell does it actually taste so much better.

Lucifer hadn’t realized how bland and unsatisfying just materializing the food was. Maybe that's because he was so depressed and uninterested in what he ate, maybe not. Either way, your cooking is so much fucking better. He actually looks forward to eating now. If he gets caught up in work or has a bad day, you make sure to always bring him something, leaving it as an offering of sorts. It almost always works and entices him to eat at least once.

You cook, he does dishes, and he will not budge on that rule. He wants to be a fair man. He occasionally boots you out to do dessert, though. Apple pie is his bitch and you've never tasted one as good as his. He also makes good pancakes and some absolutely orgasmic angel's food cake.

Ironicall, devil's food cake is one of your go to recipes. Sometimes you both make a cake and take it to events just to watch people get confused as fuck when it's revealed the literal Devil did not make the devil's food cake.

Everyime you're in the kitchen together it's a disaster, you're both to silly and chaotic. You were making noodles one time and he threw flour at you so you smacked him with the noodle you were holding, leaving a line of flour and a speck of dough against his cheek. From there it escalates. It happens every time. Making cakes together, you're smashing frosting on each other. Making cookies, you're fighting each other to stop eating cookie dough.

Once, after you get fed up with him stealing her spatula to lick the chocolate off of, hovering above you with his wings, you pout and bat your eyes, asking him sweetly to please give it back. He swoops down in front of you, booping your nose to smear chocolate on it and leaning in to kiss you, letting you have a taste of the chocolate batter you were mixing for brownies. While his tongue is in your mouth, drunk off the taste of you and chocolate you smash an egg over his head and let out a triumphant cheer, snatching back your spatula.

He's so stunned his wings disappear and he drops the last few inches to the ground while you cackle. His heart is pounding, his ears are ringing, and his chest feels like it's gonna explode. His eyes are literal sparkles. He hasn't felt this much joy, wonder, and love since Charlie was born. It feels like witnessing creation all over again, of the breathlessness he felt when he first saw Lillith.

You're laughter stops when you realize he's just staring at you awestruck and you smile, asking if he's ok.

"For once...yeah..Yes. I'm ok." He responds, genuinely. You kiss his cheek and resume baking. He watches you from the counter now, dreamily, thinking about how he's gonna marry you someday.

[pinknightsinmymind]

【 found family hc's 】

abby anderson x fem!reader & ellie williams x fem!reader

wc: 4.4k

song rec: house song by searows. i listened to this on loop the entire time i was writing.

content: established relationship, modern!au, fluff galore, hc's for both abs and els, christmas with abs!!!!, bbq with ellie and family, minor angst, but this is all fluff so sweet it rots your teeth, hc's AND long blurbs for abby and ellie, mentions of parent loss(in this modern!au abby's mother passed away), mentions of adoption(for ellie's hc's), and sarah is here!! she is ellie's older sister <33 also pls read a/n for more info

a/n: in which you are dating one of the girlies, meet their fathers, and detailing your journey into becoming part of the family. i kinda wrote this with the idea of what it’s like to not come from a healthy family in mind, but it’s also vague and written in a way where you’re able to interpret it and shape it to fit whatever you have in mind and relate it to what you know. the main theme here, though, is finding/making your own family and building a beautiful life despite your past. this is kinda just me hoping i’ll be able to do the same one day. i began writing this while really sad, but i’m posting this in much better spirits. this started with my sadness, but now it makes me feel hopeful. anyways, pls enjoy, and if you think you’ll need them, get your tissues ready. i love you all and you are all so beautiful and worthy of love and good things. and if any of you ever need anything, my inbox and dm's are open <333

GENERAL HEADCANONS — applies to both abby and ellie

It’s an uncomfortable conversation, but when your relationship with her started getting serious, you explained what your family/home life was like and that although you’d love to, your family probably wouldn’t want to foster a close relationship with either of you. You told her you understood if this was a dealbreaker and if it was something she couldn’t tolerate, but that wasn’t her reaction at all. Instead, you were met with complete understanding that almost left you sobbing. You were happy to have someone finally understand that family—and navigating it—hasn’t been easy for you and it was good to not have things out of your control held against you for once.

As your relationship progressed, she made it clear to you that she’d love to introduce you to her family and that they were excited to meet you. She promised that they’d accept you into open arms and that everything would go well, so there was nothing to worry about.

You were nervous, of course, unsure how any of it would unfold because you had never met her family before. You had heard so much about them and knew they must have been amazing people to have raised someone as great as your girlfriend, but you were still scared. What if they could see everything wrong with you with just one look? What if they thought you were too damaged and no good for their daughter? Or what if they just didn’t like you? It was all so worrisome, but your girlfriend assured you it would all be okay.

Meeting the rest of the family was one thing, but meeting their fathers was the scariest part.

ABBY ANDERSON

You met Abby's dad during Thanksgiving—typical and sappy, but just so Abby. Of course she’d bring someone home during the holidays. You had been dating her for almost a year now, so it was about time you met him. You knew that Abby's mother passed when she was very young, and you also knew it would just be the three of you together for the holiday. Jerry did everything to make any occasion happy for his daughter since he knew her life would be hard enough without a mother, and that included holidays. As a busy surgeon—the top one of your city’s hospital, no less—he’s lucky to get this day off, and although he can’t make a whole turkey on his own, he cooks many other dishes to make up for it. He goes all out making desserts as he likes baking more than cooking, and he’s the main reason Abby has such a sweet tooth.

Jerry is nothing but welcoming to you, telling you how he’s heard so much about you (which in turn makes Abby blush, thinking to herself, He wasn’t supposed to say that! but she still keeps her cool). He asks you all about yourself, if you’re in school and what for, what your plans for the future are, then jumps straight into his dad-threats. He tells you in a serious voice that you better take care of his daughter, then lets out a laugh and offers you a slice of pie.

It went well, and you even stayed the night at Abby's childhood home, sleeping in her big and well-furnished room.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“I think it went well,” you said. The two of you were huddled up underneath the covers in her old bed, and it’s comfier than you expected. Maybe it’s because Abby has you pulled close to her chest as her hand rubs comforting circles on your back, but it’s still heavenly. “I just can’t tell if he likes me or not.”

“Please, he likes you,” she assured you. You could feel her trailing her hand down your sides gently now. “Otherwise he wouldn’t have been in such a good mood today. Promise.” You let out a small sigh at her words. You didn’t want to argue with her about this, and you felt the only thing you could possibly do was hope she was right.

You did see Jerry a few times after that, but it was only when Abby invited you to go see him with her. He was always kind and welcoming, but you couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in your chest that maybe he didn’t actually like you. What if he was faking all of it? You couldn’t think of any good reasons why he’d like you and accept you with open arms. It didn’t make sense to you because all you knew to expect from a parental figure was rejection. Maybe he just didn’t think you were good enough for his daughter. You didn’t tell Abby any of this, though, because you knew she’d be crushed to hear you don’t think her dad likes you. It’s also because she’ll just tell you for the millionth time he does, and you’d hate asking her for the same reassurance over and over again. In the case of her father’s acceptance, it would do nothing to quell your fears.

You hadn’t expected the holiday season to help erase these fears, but they did. After a late night of watching movies, Abby brought up visiting her father for Christmas with you by her side. She was excited as she told you all about her and her dad’s traditions: drinking hot coco, watching cheesy Christmas movies, stockings full of gifts, and the works. You couldn’t tell her no. Not when her face was beaming with excitement and she had a big smile across her face. You appreciated how much she wanted to include you—no, scratch that, cherished it—but deep down inside you felt out of place. You felt like an environment as soft and as warm as that was not a place where you belonged. It’s not what you knew, not what you were used to, but you put on a brave face for Abby.

You didn’t believe her when she told you how extensively Jerry decorated the house, but it was exactly as she said. As soon as you walked through the front door, you could smell the vanilla candles and the scent of pine mixed together. You were greeted not only by Jerry, but by the presence of mini-Santa statues and multi-colored nutcrackers. There was a big wreath on the outside of the front door, and an even bigger one hung around the family portrait of Abby and her father. The Christmas tree was huge, probably close to six feet tall, and by the smell of the fresh pine emanating from it, you knew it was real. The tree was decorated with gold and silver ornaments, bright lights, tinsel, and a giant star at the top. The fireplace had stockings lined up against the chimney with other statues, trinkets, and family photos lining the shelf. The tree casted a warm glow over the living room, and it just felt so cozy inside. It’s crazy to think that this is what Abby grew up with, that this is the kind of childhood she had, but at the same time you’re happy it was. It’s what she deserves.

It may be Christmas day, but it’s already 9 P.M., so Jerry suggests hot coco, sweets, and a cheesy movie. Abby, of course, agrees and picks out her favorite movie for you all to watch. You helped her pick it out, specifically choosing it because you’ve never seen it before and because you know she loves it. You all get a slice of Jerry’s homemade apple pie, and it’s so warm and gooey you’re sure you’ve never tasted anything like it before. You wonder where in the mix of being a surgeon he found the time to be so good at baking, but it’s still so endearing. You wonder how many times he practiced these recipes for Abby, and it’s so heartwarming. You hope you can one day offer her a home the same way Jerry has.

Jerry settles into his worn-out, leather recliner with his cup of hot chocolate while you and Abby occupy the couch. There’s a glass coffee table in front of it where your two mugs rest as the two of you are snug in a blanket you’re sharing together. You’re nestled into Abby’s side with her arm over your shoulder as you watch the movie together. It’s comfortable, and the warm, yellow lights make the moment that much more beautiful. They cast a glow on Abby, making her look sweeter than she already does. Her hair is down for once, and you’re lost in the tenderness of the moment. Occasionally the two of you move forward and grab your mugs for a sip, but besides that this wholeness has no interruptions. It’s like you can feel your doubts melting away, and you feel comforted, welcomed, by the warmth of this moment. It doesn’t seem to push you away anymore, but rather it’s something you feel compelled to be a part of now. Well, no, that’s not exactly right either. It’s like you are a part of it now, and it’s accepting your embrace rather than your rejection. You don’t feel the need to push it away anymore, to create excuse after excuse as to why you don’t deserve it, and it’s like you’re finally letting it make its home in your heart.

After the movie finished and you all had your fill of hot chocolate, you hear Jerry get up from his seat and mention that he wants to give out stockings. You don’t think much of it, watching the man as he walks up to the fireplace and grabs two of the stockings that were hanging. You hadn’t paid much attention to them earlier, but when he comes up to you and Abby, you realize you should’ve. One has Abby’s name stitched into it with blue and orange thread, and the other has your name threaded into it with your favorite colors. He gives Abby her stocking first, then holds the one with your name on it out towards you. 

“Is that for me?” you asked.

“Sure is,” Abby answered. You glance over at her and she’s practically beaming. She seems so proud of herself.

“Abby helped me make it. She made sure it had your favorite colors and everything,” Jerry explained. You finally take the stocking from his hands, feeling the heft of the weight of whatever was inside.

“I bet she got mad if you suggested a color that wasn’t.” You crack a joke in the face of this moment, because if you think too hard, look at the stocking too long, you might start crying.

“Nearly tore my head off,” Jerry laughed. “But it’s so you know you’re part of the family now.” You nod your head, clenching your jaw as your gaze keeps shifting between the stocking and the floor.

“Thank you,” was all you could manage to say in reply. You’re sure you could burst into tears at any moment, but at the very least they’re happy ones.

ELLIE WILLIAMS

You were never as scared of anything as you were to meet Joel Miller. You had seen him in photos with him and Ellie, and he did not look like he played around. In fact, he looked like he’s never fucked around a day in his life. The man intimidated you, and you had never even met him before.

Ellie’s Uncle Tommy’s birthday was coming up, and you were invited to the family celebration that would include Uncle Tommy, Aunt Maria, Joel, Ellie’s older sister, Sarah, and now you.

You had met Joel in passing with a quick “hello” whenever you visited his and Ellie's house, but you had never formally met him, especially not the rest of the family, either. You had also never met Sarah as she lived in a different city and was older than you and Ellie, but you were excited to. She was a young teen when Ellie had been adopted, and you had heard so many stories from Ellie about what an amazing older sister she was, so that was at least one family member you weren’t scared of. Uncle Tommy and Aunt Maria, though? Maria was intimidating, and Tommy and Joel had both been in the military. Who wouldn’t be afraid?

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” Ellie reassured you. You were both standing in front of Tommy and Maria’s front door, nervous as could be. Ellie held your hand in hers as she rubbed her thumb across your skin. “They’ll love you, promise.” Ellie reached up with her free hand and knocked on the door. A second passed in silence between the two of you before the door opened, and you were met face-to-face with Maria. She had short graying hair and a freckled face that reminded you of Ellie’s, and as soon as her eyes landed on the two of you, her lips turned upwards into a wide smile.

“Ellie, is this [Y/N]?” she asked. Ellie smiled shyly as she nodded her head.

“Yes, this is her,” she answered.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Maria said politely. She was just all smiles, and she was much warmer compared to the scary image of her you created in your head. To be fair, she did seem really intimidating from her pictures, but she was nothing of the sort.

“Nice to meet you, too,” you managed to reply. You were still nervous, feeling like you were choking on the anxious butterflies dancing around your stomach.

“And she’s polite,” Maria prodded. She smiled even bigger as she pulled the door open for the two of you. “Anyways, come in. Joel and Tommy are in the back with the grill set up already, so just follow me.” Ellie walked through the doorway, pulling you with her towards the back of the house. Maria led you through the house’s front hallway into the living den furnished with couches and countless photos and decor hanging on the blue walls, then turned left into the kitchen. Sitting at the table was an older woman at least in her 30’s scrolling through her phone, but her eyes perked up as soon as she saw you all enter the kitchen. Almost immediately an excited smile spread across her face.

“Sarah!” Ellie greeted. The woman jumped up from her seat and gave Ellie a tight hug.

“Ellie, is this her?” she asked. Her eyes kept moving back and forth between the two of you.

“Yes, this is her,” Ellie answered.

“Wow, I’m so happy to meet you!” Sarah cheered. She came over to you and gave you a hug, something you hadn’t expected, but you returned it the best you could. As soon as Sarah pulled away from the hug, she was talking again. The way she carried herself was so confident and firm, and she held great amounts of eye contact while speaking—something you were struggling with at the moment. “Ellie has told me so much! She never stops talking about you!” She had a sweet, Texan accent when she spoke like Joel, while Ellie only had a slight one in comparison.

“Sarah!” Ellie groaned.

“What?” she asked coyly. “Was I not supposed to say that?” The answer was yes, and she knew that, but how could she resist teasing her little sister? Ellie just rolled her eyes.

“Come on, y’all, they’re waiting for us outside,” Maria announced. She nodded her head in the direction of the door behind the kitchen table, and you found yourself taking a deep breath. The door was glass, so you could see the wooden porch outside and the green grass, but no sign of Joel or Tommy—you know, just the two men who terrified you the most.

“Oh, yeah, I was gonna help Dad with the grill,” Sarah sighed.

“You? Helping with the grill?” Ellie teased.

“Hmm, more like standing there and talking to him,” she said.

“That sounds more like what you meant,” Ellie responded.

“Yeah, see y’all out there.” Sarah got up from her seat and was the first to open the back door, the hot air and smell of grilled meat wafting in as soon as she did. Maria followed her soon after, and you knew you and Ellie should follow suit, but you found yourself stuck, unsure what to do.

“Hey, you okay?” Ellie asked. The sound of the door closing shut hung in the air, and you knew you’d have to open it again soon.

“Yeah, just… nervous,” you explained.

“Everything will be alright, promise. I’m gonna be here the whole time, and we’re gonna be eating, too. That won’t be too bad, now, will it?” she asked.

“No, I guess not,” you replied.

“And you’ve got me right next to you. Don’t forget that.” Ellie gave you a sheepish smile, and you did your best to return it despite the queasiness in your stomach.

The barbeque went well, and it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. In fact, you felt well-received by Tommy as Maria and Sarah helped encourage him to hold conversation with you. The two women did a lot to help conversation flow and welcome you as much as possible, but the one person you felt like you weren’t getting through to was Joel. He was just so… quiet. It’s as if he was always on guard, always analyzing the situation, but what did you expect from a guy who used to be in the military? That seems to be the exact kind of disposition he’d have. He only really gave small replies in single words here and there, maybe an autobiographical question for you, then he’d retreat back to his silence. It was honestly unnerving, and as much as you did your best to immerse yourself in the conversation, in Ellie’s little jokes, Tommy’s laughter, Joel intimidated you more than anyone else ever had before. Why was he so quiet? Did he see something wrong with you? Did he not think you were fit to be his daughter’s girlfriend? Was he waiting for you to make a mistake? Was he planning how to tell Ellie that he didn’t think the two of you were a good match? All the possibilities were endless, and every single one terrified you to no end.

Despite the anxiety eating you up from the inside, you did your best to maintain your composure. You answered whatever questions Ellie’s family had for you, laughed at the jokes like you should have, all while trying to keep the crushing fear at bay. Ellie seemed to sense it somewhat, because at multiple points throughout the dinner she’d grab your hand under the table or rub your thigh comfortingly. When the night started slowing down, the sun sinking lower and lower, Tommy and Maria declared the end of the dinner and started clearing the table. Joel and Sarah disappeared into the house, carrying trash and whatever else they could back inside. Ellie leaned in close to your ear in order to speak.

“How are you feeling?” she whispered.

“I’m doing okay,” you answered. “Not as nervous as before, but still a little.”

“Did you enjoy yourself, though?”

“I did,” you replied.

“Joel and Tommy are good at barbecuing, huh?”

You laughed a little at her prodding. “Yeah, they are.”

“Look, we’re gonna get you some extra family points, yeah? Let’s offer to help Maria clean up. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good to me,” you said. This time you were the one to offer Ellie a little smile, one she was happy to see on your face after such a long day.

“Perfect.” She stood up from her chair and brushed off her jeans. “Hey, Maria, let me and [Y/N] help you clean up a bit,” she announced.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” Maria asked.

“The sweetest,” Ellie joked. You were next to stand up from the table, picking up both your plate and Ellie’s while she gathered the left behind cups. Tommy had already retreated inside with the large dishes of food, leaving you with just Maria and Ellie. It was quiet besides the clanking of the dishes as all three of you walked inside. Ellie walked behind you as you reentered the house, slotting dishes in the sink and discarding whatever trash she had. Ellie came up behind you, her back pressing into yours for a second when Maria disappeared into the living room where everyone else presumably was.

“How far do we wanna take these points?” she whispered.

“Well, what are you thinking?” you asked her.

“I say we wash the dishes,” she suggested, and you could just imagine the stupid, little grin on her face. “It’ll make them like me more, too.”

“You’re such a dork,” you said as the laugh spilled out your lips. You turned around to look at her, and there was a goofy grin on her face just like you expected. Her hands ventured to rest on your waist, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Whatever. Come on, let’s just do it.”

“Okay, you hate doing the dishes, so I’m starting to wonder what this is really about.”

“I… may or may not have promised Maria I’d do the dishes, and she’ll kill me if I don’t.”

“This is why you watch the promises you make,” you said.

“Moving along,” she said in a rushed manner, “are you gonna help me or not?”

“Yeah, because I need you alive.”

You and Ellie slotted yourselves side by side as you were forced to wash the dishes on account of your girlfriend’s promises. She was stuck washing while you dried the dishes. At one point Joel had wandered through the kitchen, muttering a small greeting to you both before disappearing outside. He left the back door open somewhat, but you said nothing, figuring he would be coming back inside soon. Despite the small interruption, Ellie, of course, couldn’t help being a little shit and splashing you with water every once in a while.

“You got my shirt wet!” you’d scold her.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she’d say all fakely. She pulled you into a hug, but once you separated, she splashed you with water again. After washing the dishes and Ellie cleaned the kitchen up a bit, you could tell she was tired and ready to go home.

“You look tired,” you commented to her.

“Yeah, I’m… all tuckered out. You ready to go home?”

“If you are, yeah.”

“Okay, let me find my… Where are my keys?” she asked. She patted at her pockets, looking for any sign of them, only to come back empty. “I think I left them outside.”

“I can go get them for you,” you offered.

“Oh, good idea. You get my keys and I say bye to everyone for us. Perfect.”

“Alright, I’ll go find them for you. Be right back.” You gave Ellie a quick kiss on the cheek before wandering outside through the back door. As soon as you stepped outside, your eyes landed on Joel sitting on one of the chairs with a mug in his hand. You had forgotten he was even out here in the first place, and you hadn’t expected or planned for this interaction with him. You took a deep, calming breath. You needed to act normal.

“Hello, Joel,” you spoke up. He turned to look at you, then returned his gaze to his mug. It was dark outside, and the porch light may have been on, but it was a dim, yellow light. Not at all helpful as your eyes scoured the ground for Ellie’s keys.

“Hello.” It was quiet as you wandered to the table, looking across the top of it for Ellie’s keys. Still no sign of them. You pulled the chairs out, and you didn’t find them on the seats either. You sighed as you pulled out your phone and turned on your flashlight. “What are you lookin’ for?” Joel asked.

“Um, Ellie’s keys. She can’t find them.” You squatted down to the floor, shining the light around the wooden porch as you continued your search.

“Oh, you two gettin’ ready to leave?” he asked. You turned your phone to the right, and something silver glinted back at you. The keys. Thank God. You grabbed onto them and got back up from the ground.

“Yeah, she said she was tired and ready to go home.”

Joel let out a small chuckle. “That sounds like her,” he remarked.

“It very much is her,” you replied.

“I heard her splashin’ you with water in there.”

“She can’t help herself,” you said. “She apologized, then she did it again.”

“Does that… make you mad?” he asked.

“No, not at all.” You were wondering what he was getting at with the question.

“You and her seem to get along well,” he pointed out.

“I think so, too,” you said, hoping you were choosing your words well.

“I can tell she really loves you, you know,” Joel said. He took a sip out of his drink, then glanced at you. “And you seem really good for her, too.” The words hit you right in the heart. You knew from what Ellie told you that Joel wasn’t a man of many words, but these were just enough. They seemed to give you the kind of confirmation you were looking for, that maybe you could put down the anxiety plaguing your mind.

“I’m glad you think so,” you said. You glanced at the mug in his hands again. Was that steam? “Can I ask what you’re drinking?”

“It’s coffee.”

“This late?” you asked.

“The girls always tell me that,” he said, and you saw the smallest glimpse of a smile ghosting his lips. You figured by “the girls,” he must have been referring to Sarah and Ellie, and that small detail stuck out to you. Despite how scary he was, deep down inside he was just a dad. A girl-dad, at that.

“Ellie always tells me how much she hates coffee.”

“She never lets that go. I tell her she has underdeveloped tastebuds to make her mad.”

“That’s perfect for getting under her skin,” you replied.

“That’s why I say it. Anyways, she’s probably lookin’ for you by now, or me, maybe.”

“Probably,” you responded. “After I find her, she’ll probably come tell you bye before we leave. I’m gonna do that now.”

“You go do that,” he said. “And you better take good care of her, by the way.” You smiled a little bit. Had you heard him say that earlier, you probably would have shit your pants, but now you were comforted by the dad-threat.

“I will,” you said confidently.

“Or I will… do something. I don’t know, I’ll figure it out.”

“I take your word for it,” you replied. You turned around to walk back inside, keys in hand, a new kind of pep in your step as you looked for Ellie.

[gremlinbabe]

Things I would’ve liked seeing in the teen wolf movie:

-Laura being the birth mom of Eli & the story of how Derek ended up adopting his nephew

- Scott as a veterinarian following deatons steps but he decided to relinquish his true alpha powers to Derek when he realized he really isn’t cut out to be alpha because he never wanted to be a werewolf but with therapy realized he wouldn’t mind being a beta because it’s much calmer and if he stayed in the area wouldn’t become an omega. Making Scott happier maybe he finds himself a gf/bf

-Alpha Derek encouraging his pack by leading by example became a mechanic and a consultant (also show more mechanic Derek 😭😭)

-Grown fbi emissary stiles with little magics & werewolf strength. Happy & dating Derek with a newly fixed jeep

-Stiles and Lydia reestablishing a good friendship after the break up and the whole thing with the Jeep

- CEO & fashion icon Lydia using banshee powers to find out when corporate Headhonchos die to bet on stocks that will increase pack funds a little but not make it suspicious. still being on top of her game ceo wise excluding her powers

-Seeing more of Lydia’s powers.

-Jackson and Lydia sass offs (but with Margo/Elliot from the magicians dynamics and not whatever they did in the movie)

-Jackson and Ethan wedding👀 or at least cute domestic life

-Liam in meditation classes & a financial analyst, in charge of pack finances (+Liam and Hayden together and maybe have a kid)

-If Liam has a kid Mason to be the godfather

-Peter as a stockbroker so Lydia doesn’t have to dirty her name & maybe some art galleries around the world for when he needs to step away from stocks to not be suspicious.

-Issac happy with a French husband who treats him amazing back in beacon hills & neighbors with Derek & regularly does community bbqs. i’d like to think that Isaac would become an amazing social worker for how badly social workers handled his case.(Maybe a little bit of father figure Chris cuz he took care of him and grieved with him after Allison)

-Chris argent allowed at pack bbqs and functions because he’s proved himself over and over and the pack is the only ppl who can also understand the lost of his daughter

-Peter and Chris regularly attend therapy and grief counseling and sometimes together

-Peter and the sheriff do lunch sometimes and we get stories about all the on goings of become hills cuz they like to gossip like old ladies

-Malia back in beacon hills after traveling the world and has become a pilot and constantly brings gifts for the pack ( maybe she introduces 2 poly partners)

-Kira back from the dessert with a mastery of her powers and maybe a journalist now

-Jordan retires as a cop to get his powers under control & becomes a fitness instructor to keep active but have a more chill pace job. I’d like to think that he recommended meditation classes to Liam.

-Erica and Boyd alive well and happy with some kids(let me be delusional)

-The hale house remodeled to fit all the pack when they visit

- I liked John & Mason as sheriff & deputy. ITs Mason following stiles steps in his own way

-Mason get a cute bf

-Deaton left town to go work with his sister but stays as a hale pack ally /mentor of emissary! stiles

-Cora being a cool aunt, ufc fighter 👀

-Discount kira can stay but she’s just introduced as a part of Satomi‘s pack and not as discount Kira and maybe kira occasionally mentors her

-Eli is adorable as is, maybe give him some friends and show his interactions with his pack and how they spoil him to death 

-Some low-key Chris, Peter, and Melissa dates

-Give the sheriff a girlfriend

-Show the sheriff being a grandpa

-Derek regularly cooking and bringing lunch to the sheriff for stiles

-Kira and Scott getting back together would’ve been cute

-Would’ve rather Allison stay dead for storyline consistency and the emotional development and growth of all the characters. But if she’s sticking around then I would’ve liked for Scott to fill her in and they be friends. She gets to visit Isaac and we get to see that reunions reaction and they’re both happy for each other. we get to see her and her dad reuniting and him fumbling over explaining his current relationship with Peter & Melissa. And maybe she leaves Beacon Hills with Malia to learn more about herself & the world. And when she’s ready to come back she becomes a self-defense teacher. NO HER AND SCOTT DATING HATED THAT.

-For Malia and Parrish to have not been a thing because why🤢

[thepenultimatepastry]

Burger Cake!

Happy 4th of July, y’all! I’m celebrating by going to a barbecue and bringing this burger cake!

I saw one at the store the other day and I told my sister, “My toxic trait is thinking I could make that.”

Later in the week my mom said we were asked to bring dessert to the family bbq and asked if there was anything I had in mind. So I decided screw it, let’s try this thing.

I didn’t feel like making anything from scratch so all I did was make two box cake mixes (one yellow cake mix and one chocolate cake mix) and two cream cheese frosting. Then I used food coloring (there was a lot of experimenting to get that tan color) to make the cream cheese frosting different colors then used a piping bag to put it all together! Oh and white sprinkles to look like sesame seeds. I think it turned out pretty dang well.

(Some of the yellow frosting got on my hand and it was really messing with my brain when I licked it and it wasn’t mustard.)

[fatorfiction]

Personal Best - first story

After I come home from work, I see you standing in the kitchen in just your tiny briefs, your fat overflowing and wobbling with every step, and all I can say is "Damn." We make out for a few minutes, but then I smack your lardass and send you to go watch TV while I bring in food from the car and start cooking and preparing your erotic feast. An hour later, I call you back in, and I stand behind you, pressing my cock against your plump cheeks, my tongue exploring the folds in your thick neck, and my hands squeezing, jiggling, and smacking your fat hips and love handles. Then I bring a slice of pizza up to your desperately hungry fatboy lips and shake and spank your ass while you eat the slice as quickly and voraciously as possible.

Then once you lick the grease off my fingers until they're clean, I use your spit and mine to rub and sensitize your nips, then bringing three pierogi up to your mouth to gulf down while I play with your smooth, juicy tits.

Then I bring a quarter pound burger dripping with bbq sauce up to your food-addicted face, my other hand massaging, squeezing, and jiggling your greedy, heavy, smooth and furry gut, whispering "Good work, fatboy" in your ear with each swallow, while I'm finally pressing my hard cock against your fat ass passionately enough for it to reach through your lard-filled cakes to graze against your hole.

Then I let you sit down at the table to finish all the pizza, pasta, tacos, sushi, pierogi, burgers, and gyoza dumplings, while my face is buried into your crotch, my mouth desperately trying to reach your buried cock through your mound of a fatpad while my hands explore and tease your hips and thighs.

Once you're done, you say you're too stuffed for any more, I say "No, we both know you have room for dessert." I then scoot your chair back and bend myself over the table, covering my ass with whipped cream and donut holes for you to devour and lick clean.

When you're done with my ass, I turn over and have you eat another three donuts off my hard dick. Then I help my handsome hog waddle over to the bedroom, lay you across the bed with plenty of pillows to support you, letting you have a little break from eating with gentle making out, tender belly rubs, and occasional slow, sweaty strokes on your cock. I tell you "Keep it up, cutiepig, only one more round to go."

Then I ask you to choose five flavors of ice cream for me to go fetch from our freezer stocked with thirty homemade flavors. I tie up your arms to the bedposts and suspend five plastic containers from a frame on the ceiling, each container with a half-inch wide tube coming down that is clasped at the bottom. I melt a quart of each of the five ice cream flavors in the microwave and then pour each of them into their container. I ask "Ready, pig?", with a supportive, yet mischievous grin on my face. You nod yes with an ached groan, your lips and jaw too overworked to produce speech, and your eyes wide with excitement, greed, and a little fear.

I put on your blindfold, give you a kiss on your lips, and you open your mouth automatically, mentally preparing for what's coming. I stick the first tube in your mouth and you instinctively wrap your lips tight around it. I don't have to explain the rules of our ritual we've done every week for the last five years, and twice a week for the last two. You know that if you let any ice cream out of the tube so that it drips onto your chest, I add more ice cream to that flavor's container: one scoop for every lost drop. You usually try your best to not let any fall because it just means even more crammed in your painfully tight gut, but sometimes if you're particularly greedy or particularly enjoying a flavor, you'll intentionally let some drops fall just to be tube-fed more sweet lard-building liquid cream. I say "First, dulce de leche", unclasp the tube, and watch your throat start gulping down the calories fed to you by gravity.

As you enter a trance of gluttony, I get to take advantage of your exhausted, hypnotized start to explore and use your fat however I like, your muscles too burdened with heavy lard to be able to resist. For the first flavor, I only use my hands: rubbing, jiggling, squeezing, massaging, spanking your fat and teasing your nips and cock.

Once I see your first tube empty, I give you another kiss on the lips, more passionately this time, then say "Strawberry cheesecake" while you suck down another quart. For the second flavor, I get to use my mouth, but only lips, no tongue. I spend some time sucking on your nips, kissing the folds between your side tits and love handles, and sucking on your juicy fat pad. Just as I plan to start sucking on the end of your hard cock poking through your lard, I already hear you taking deep breaths after emptying the tube, finishing much sooner than I expected.

With another kiss, this time making out for a minute with tongue, we continue thirdly with mint fudge swirl. Now that I can use my tongue, I spit on your tits to massage them with my hands then go straight to wrapping my lips around your cock to make up for lost time during the last flavor. While your mouth and throat work to consume another quart, I use my mouth and throat to pleasure your pig cock, my saliva mixing with your sweat and precum. I can tell you're starting to get a little too excited, so I slow down and switch to massaging your taint with my tongue, my head trapped between your massive, burgeoning thighs. You start moaning through the swallows, then finally moan out loud, signaling that you've finished the third flavor.

"Fourth, vanilla with cinnamon roll." Now is when the fun can really begin. I lift your giant, heavy belly and place my cock between your fatpad and overhang. I start grinding into this deep fold of fat while kissing and sucking on the sides of your neck. As I slowly push back and forth into you, the whole bed starts to shake as your fat amplifies the momentum of my hips. You feel my low-hanging balls grace the head of your cock while your shaft alternates between being further buried by your lard when your gut bulges forward and being slightly freed as my body presses down your fatpad. As I fuck your fat, the resulting ripples through your crotch lard create the sensation that your cock is fucking your own fat. Before we know it, you're gasping for air again, barely able to squeeze out fatigued, muffled words of "more... more..." between breaths, begging me to fatten you further with the next quart.

"Finally, chocolate chip cookie dough, one of your favorites, handsome pig. Keep up the good work. I had to use a wider tube to allow the chunks of dough to flow through, so get ready for it to come down even faster." I skip the making out so we can return straight to our fat fucking. I thrust harder, deeper, and faster as all of your lard shakes as one enormous, weighty, gelatinous mass. Both of our cocks rubbing against your soft fat, becoming closer and closer to climax. As I watch the last of the ice cream flow down the last tube, I marvel at how quickly you've consumed, yet become slightly disappointed you'll finish before you can time it with your ejaculation, and also that you didn't let a single drop fall from your mouth to get extra scoops. After you inhale that last few inches of ice cream, you moan, your mouth still full, and grunt out, "Get a... hnnh... sixth... *urp*... flavor."

My jaw drops and I'm frozen in shock, my hands at the sides of your head just about to take off your blindfold. You groan and mumble "hu...hurry", and I notice your cock twitches with anticipation. I come to my senses, grab the sides of your head to kiss you, then leap off the bed. As I run to the freezer, I have to keep myself from cumming in sheer awe of your gluttony, and quickly grab a flavor to melt before you cum. I instinctively grab maple blueberry pancakes, knowing it's one of the most calorie-dense flavors I've made, with real buttermilk. I think about your cute, greedy mouth eager to suck down one more quart, staring at the timer counting down with anticipation. Five seconds before it beeps, I dash to the cupboard to grab a bottle of boost to mix in for an extra-fattening finale, then rush back into the bedroom to fill a container and prepare the tube. With one last kiss, I put the tube in your mouth, and say, "Breakfast is served, fatboy. Maple blueberry pancakes, with a little extra surprise."

I wink as you gulp down faster than I've ever seen you consume before, before realizing that you can't even see my face and that I'm wasting precious time to get us both ready to cum together. I put our cocks in position and quickly resume thrusting, trying to fuck you as desperately as you are desperately engorging yourself like never before. In less than three minutes, I see the liquid level start to descend, and I pull out my dirtiest pig talk that I know to turn you on even more.

Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 30 inches left. "Come on, cutie. Show me how much of a doughboy you really are."

Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 27 inches left.

"Keep it up, fatty. Let your gluttony make you heavier, softer, larger, larger, larger."

Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 25 inches.

"Fuck, I can't believe you're going for six whole quarts. You're taking lardass to a whole new level!"

Thrust, thrust, gulp, gulp. 22 inches.

I move my grip from squeezing your love handles to squeezing your tits while I hump.

"I don't think even our disciplined lotion regime will be able to stop stretch marks from forming now."

Thrust, gulp, 20.

"Feel every part of your body expanding, taking up more space: your shoulders, your ankles, your fingers, your cheeks."

Thrust, gulp, 18.

"Feel every part of you becoming more weighed down with the permanent consequences of gluttony: your thighs, your forearms, your back rolls, your succulent, bouncing tits."

I let go of your tits to watch them tremble with our fucking, and you feel them whipping back and forth more vigorously than you've ever felt before. I reach around to grab onto your back rolls, so I can pull myself closer and fuck you deeper.

Thrust, gulp, 16.

"Feel every part of you become softer, more squeezable, more malleable, controllable, and exploitable. Feel your body sink deeper beneath a layer of fat, a prison made from your own plunge into hedonistic bliss."

Thrust, gulp, 14.

"I've never been so proud of my pile of lard."

13.

"Show me how addicted you are. Show me that your destiny is to wake up every day more obese than the day before. I know you want it, pig, but we both know you couldn't stop even if you wanted to."

12.

"By now you would have been done with the quart, but I decided to throw in a bottle of boost to push you even more."

11.

"I did that to remind you that what you want for yourself, I want even more. When you ask for three pizzas, I order four. When you look at cute 6XL shirts online, I buy a 7X. When you said you wanted to reach 350, I said 375."

10.

"Remember that I am in control. You may have started your descent into hoghood, and even set yourself down the path at full-throttle, but now, after you became my fatboy, I sit in the driver's seat."

9.

"You sit in the back of our custom van, with a ramp and handrail so you can waddle yourself up to your sofa-sized seat, before our mini nightly road trip to the first ten drive-thrus you can think of."

8.

I realized you stop, and I can see panic all over your face, even though you still have your blindfold on. Switching to more supportive pig-talk, I say. "You're so close, fatboy! I know you can do it! Think of where you started, how far you've come, and how much further you're going to go!"

7.

Breathing through your nose, you take another swallow while mental images form pof memories of your gaining journey. "Think of when you were young, how your eyes were transfixed on the fat men in your life. How their fat bodies had such different physical interactions with clothes than everyone else. How their heft altered every aspect of their labored movements. How deliberate their breathing was, and how sitting down seemed to bring them such great relief. How talking about food, planning events with food, looking at food, and of course consuming food brought them such unrivaled joy and escape. And how lucky you felt to witness any instance of their softness be uncovered: dense, paler thighs more visible when shorts ride up as they take a seat, a belly revealed hanging over a belt, a meaty and hairy chest on display thanks to barely buttoned shirts in the heat, and best of all, the glorious beach trip or pool day."

6.

Another swallow. "Remember when you would study the before photos in weight loss ads like they were historical art, how the ridiculous eating and fattening scenes in cartoons felt unfairly just outside the limits of reality, and how tabloid articles and paparazzi pictures of celebrity weight gain felt confusingly yet satisfyingly scandalous, perplexed but intrigued why such a body change was undesirable."

5.

Another swallow. "Remember when you would google images of fat men, then found forums and videos of guys intentionally gaining weight. How you browsed these sites anonymously while you realized this was something you could pursue yourself. The first time you ate a huge meal not just out of vague desire, but out of intentional explorations of the limits and results of overstuffing yourself. Your hands on your gut, marveling at it being the roundest it had ever been, yet clearly not enough as you imagined it bigger and bigger. Then you first joined grommr, and a little while later uploaded your first pic and updated your profile."

4.

Another swallow. Your belly - no, your whole body - feels stuffed to its limits, tighter and heavier than you ever thought possible. You take slow, deep, rhythmic breaths, and even sneak in a few inhales through your mouth without gasping We both start to worry this might be the end of the feeding, but I keep talking, just to continue your trip down gaining memory lane. "Remember when you first increased your weight on grommr. When you first felt a shirt be stretched by your newly rounder gut. When you outgrew your first item of clothing, and when you officially started buying clothes a size up. When you first realized a meal that previously stuffed you was barely satisfying now. When you first set your weight goal to 275. When you popped your first button and ripped your first seam. When you finally had an overhang while standing. When you first noticed your chest jiggling while you walk. When you saw love handles in a candid photo for the first time."

"When you got your first stretch mark. The first time you were rejected on Scruff for being too fat. When you endured the consequences of your first summer as a fatboy. The first time your family commented on your weight and eating. The first time you were given extra food at home, and asked if you wanted to take home leftovers from work. The first time you had a 20-lb weight update, then changed your weight goal to 300. When you first felt your fatpad take up some length on your cock while jerking off. The first time your ass knocked something over. The first time you went to three fast food places in a row, and got home and noticed precum in your underwear. The first time you didn't need a jacket on a fairly cool day. The time you realized you had no fancy clothes that fit right before an event. Your first photo with a caption of 'I thought black was slimming.' The first time you saw your reflection and noticed your gut was hanging out entirely accidentally. Your first time being fed."

"The first time a guy called your chest tits. The first time the word pig in casual in conversation turned you on. The first time you ate on all fours. The first time you were eating at the same time as planning food for next week. The first time you didn't fit on an amusement park ride. The first time you finished a whole pizza. Your first 2XL shirt. The first time friends hesitated to invite you to dinner. The first time you took off your shirt at the beach and got stares. The last time you were invited to go hiking. Your last time with a non-encourager hookup. When you reached 295 and removed your weight goal altogether. The first time that you realized you couldn't cum with a guy without being called 'fatboy'."

"The first time you cancelled plans so you could stuff yourself. When you first couldn't see your own cock without a mirror. When you first put on a shirt without caring that it had food stains. The first time a guy motorboated your tits. When you first became 'morbidly obese'. When you first created a snack cabinet next to your bed. When you broke your first chair. When you first felt like your walk had become a waddle. When you first couldn't it make it up a flight of stairs without stopping more than once. When your tits connected with your back rolls. When you started buying furniture exclusively built for heavier weights. When you first met me."

"When I fed you your first 8000 calorie day. When I bought you a 600-lb capacity scale. When I first buried my face between your fat thighs during a video call. When you first noticed your cock was completely buried when soft. When you first tried my ice cream tube feeding, and you managed to drink two quarts." Your stomach growls and you feel a slight sensation of hunger return on the horizon.

"When we first got you a CPAP. When we first saw your tits stay sagged down to touch your love handles even while your arms were raised. When you graduated to three quarts of ice cream. When we retired your last belt, then your last pair of jeans. When you could touch both of your nipples to your mouth at the same time. When we bought you a seat belt extender, and started buying two seats on planes. When I first fucked your fat pad. When you moved up to four quarts. When you realized you couldn't remember the last time you jumped, because it was too excruciating the last time. When I invited over two others feeders so your whole body could be worshipped, used, and abused while you were fed. When you couldn't get your first-ever 2XL shirt over your chest. When your gut first measured five feet around. When you first looked like you were nude from the front in your swim briefs. When you first drank five quarts, and broke 400 pounds the next day."

"Now just imagine how far you're going to go!" I feel you clear your throat with determination as your cock twitches, and I reposition myself for fucking again. "Only three more inches fatboy! I KNOW you can do it!" You take another swallow for the first time in seven minutes, as our hard cocks get closer to cumming from the thoughts of our mutual aspirations for your growth. I pound into you more aggressively than I ever have before, with each thrust painfully reminding you how much you've eaten tonight.

2 inches.

"Remember, eating is sex for you now. Growing is sex for you now. Food leads to fat, fat leads to fucking, and fucking leads to food. You are more than just a pig. Your entire being is lard. You are fat, and fat... is... YOU!"

With another swallow, you have only one inch left. I pull down your blindfold and you witness in disbelief how huge you've grown tonight. Your belly completely eclipses any view of your lower body, yet you're so stuffed that your bouncing tits almost hide your belly. I stand up, bring my throbbing cock to your face and shout, "Eat, fatboy, EAT!" cumming all over your face as you moan and force down your last swallow, and seconds later, you climax in pure, gluttonous, ravenous ecstasy, white cum erupting from your mountain of a fatpad and white melted ice cream dripping down your entire torso.

I collapse next to you, careful not to put any pressure onto your gut, while we lie still, panting in a sweaty, sticky, pile. After you regain control of your breathing, I hear you lick your lips, and I watch your face as you contemplate the taste of maple blueberry semen pancakes ice cream. We both smile and I say, "As always, good work, cutiepig. You continue to blow me away." I give you a kiss and get up to clean myself up, then gently clean you up while you still recover from the exhausting night. As we snuggle up for bed, I tell you, "I think this month you'll break 435." I see you're close to dozing off, so I brush the side of your head and give you one last kiss, not expecting a response. A few minutes later, you sigh, and whisper, "This is the year I break 500." I raise my eyebrows and inhale in shock, then chuckle when I realize you've just set yourself a goal to gain twice as fast as last year.

- End -

[fandom-imagination-ss]

Imagine: Derek realizing he just put himself into the dog house.

It' wasn't often that you and Derek fought, Not since you met when you moved back to your sleepy town in Beacon hill, your Car broke down and He pulled over. at first. when a random man pulled up behind you, you were slightly terrified. but then you saw his face. you Lost the senses to speak. the moment you saw his face. every word you ever learned. just disappeared out of your mind. when he offered to help you could just nod. to agree to help. it was the third encounter with him that you finally found your voice. and the moment he heard your voice. He was a Goner.

Fast forward to a Now, Married. with a son Eli, and Derek having a successful business. you working and everything was good. Life was perfect. the Lacross team was having a fundraiser BBQ. you made cupcakes for dessert.. Seven different Kinds of Cupcakes. Not because you wanted to. but because they had to have Gluten free, eggless, (Vanilla and Chocolate), and also 2 different kinds of Egg and regular flour and Sugar free cupcakes . you've been up since three Am baking cupcakes. all before Going to work. As you walked out the door you asked Derek to bring the cupcakes. and he happily agreed. saying "it's the least i can do."

So you kissed him goodbye and promised to sneak out of the meetings to support the team as fast as you could. which turned into the last hour of the BBQ. before they all started wrapping up for the night. you arrived. hugging Eli saying sorry that there was a litteral Fire in the office. all was fine. but it just caused delay. when you looked for a cupcake curious how many you sold. you asked Susan who was a Mom if they sold out of your cupcakes.

"what cupcakes? we didn't get anything? didn't you just show up? were about to close everything up."

you weren't a fan of Susan on a good day, she was a Stay at home mon who's entire life surrounds her kids. cutting out shapes out of the sandwiches, Doing their kids homework and pretends their kid did it. Judge if you give your own kids cookies. as a treat. A Instragram mom who pretend to be perfect but you know.. She's probably has a bottle a day of wine alone to handle that. Normally you dont give her much attention but hearing her backhanded comment about Just showing up. made you boil she was older. she looked down at you often mainly because every mom has their eyes on Derek. and she hates you got him.

"what you mean? I made seven different kinds.. Derek was bringing them?"

She shook her head, "well- he didn't..." jsut then someone asked for a piece of cake she was selling as you were told to move aside. you turned seeing Derek was at the grill. flipping burgers, he noticed you and had a big smile on he's face. until you asked about the cupcakes.

Derek's face dropped as he realized. he forgot them. on the front porch. he had to set them down when Eli was stugglign to put something into the truck. and he completely forgot about grabbing them.

"Shit- Y/N.. I completely- I had them but then I got distracted. I left them at home."

taking a deep breath you counted to ten before answering, 'that sucks- but.. you know. Mom's church is having a bake sale in a week. we can just put them in the freezer when we get home."

Derek rubbed his neck, he knew that wouldn't happen. he left them outside and this heat. those cupcakes would be baking and all the icing would of melted into the bottom of the container. and tey would be a huge mess. maybe the cakes itself be fine but the icing? it be a complete mess.

"I- I was bringing them outside. when Eli needed a hand and I Put them on the front Porch...."

your body instantly tensed up as you spoke, "there Sweating in this heat?? Do you realize how- experience Eggs are?- I got up at Three blessed AM to make those Cupcakes and you LEFT THEM OUTSIDE!"

"Maybe they will still be okay?" Derek suggested but you just turned walking away. as he sighed heavily lowering his head. he knew. he screwed up. and bad. when you got home. almost two hours later seeing Raccoons were all over your porch. and gotten into the containers. and they scattered when you pulled up. you didn't even Save the containers. you just tossed it all into the bin. and walked inside. just when Derek and Eli pulled in.

"What did you do to mom?"

Eli undid his seatbelt as Derek spoke, 'I forgot your moms cupcakes onto he porch..'

"didn't she get up stupidly early to do that?"

Derek sighed nodding his head, "yea,"

"good luck with that." with that Eli bailed going to his room, he knew how your anger worked, and he wasn't going to be in the crossfire. Derek cursed softly to himself following Eli inside as you were eating some of the cupcakes that Derek forgot to grab. and were instantly dissapointed wehn you realized it was the Soybean Non sugar ones..

"it was a mistake."

looking up at Derek you spoke, "I know! But I'm still annoyed! and Cranky and So Tired. and you just- you left the crappy ones!" you tossed the cupcake at him. thankfully he caught it before it hit the wall as he spoke, 'what can i do?"

"Nothing! I'm going to watch a movie you clean up this mess.'

Derek Knew he would be spending the rest of the night cheering you up.

[atypicalsouda]

I have! a question!

what's your self inserts' favorite meals? and/or desserts? ôwô

Hey baby! Thanks for the ask, it’s a real interesting question! 😘

I’ll start with Sal (DR AU s/i). He loves meat, pretty much any meat. But I’d say some rare steak, fried rice and maybe some other side would be a big favorite for him. He also has a thing for cinnamon rolls, as he used to bake them with his father before living on the streets, and that’s part of the reason why he makes them for his partners sometimes.

As for Claine (Blush Blush kelpie s/i for Aki), I’m not sure he needs to eat. But, if he does eat I’d assume he favors things in an equine’s diet like plants and fruit. Seaweed, berries. I don’t know if he’s ever had an actual meal type dish. But, if he joins Aki at a summer festival or something, he may enjoy the food they could buy there, as he can technically eat anything in human form. Fried squid, etc.

Virtue (Yu Feng Changed s/i) favors oranges just like Puro, and all the other fruit he the other latex end up growing. (Everyone is friendly eventually in within my ship’s world, without any humans ever bothering them.)

For Tyson, (Pokémon s/i for Adaman) I see him enjoying meat as well. Tho unlike Sal, he prefers to eat it in dumplings or whatever else kind of sandwich-like food they may have in the Arceus world. Also probably potato mochi cuz that’s all they ever fucking eat there.

My other Pokémon s/i who finally has a name, Jordan, doesn’t really strike me as a foodie. I feel like he’s picky. I also feel like if he favors any food, it’s sweets. Puddings, ice cream, mousse. That kind of thing. Everything else he just kind of has an “eh I gotta something I guess if I don’t wanna die, obviously.”

My tlou s/i, Max, was definitely a junk food junkie before the apocalypse. Bbq chips, energy drinks. I really see him liking Mexican food, burritos and tacos. Pizza, hotdogs. Anything stereotypically American lol.

Anddd that’s it finally. I’m sticking with Sal for Scale, in a fantasy AU, and I’m also bringing Fuyuhiko with me. I don’t know a lot about it yet tho, cuz i haven’t gotten far with him or Poe yet.

Poe’s s/i even less. I don’t know a thing about him sides that I want him to be transmasc.

[silverhallow]

A shot to the heart

pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

summary: By accident Sophie meets Benedict when she takes Kate over to drop lunch off for her boyfriend Anthony…The tension is palpable, like a shot to the heart they fall hard and fast… When Benedict invites Sophie to their spring BBQ can they resist their primal urges

warnings: First Meetings, Love at First Sight, horny beans, Smut, Shameless Smut, Oral Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Explicit Sexual Content, Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger Fucking, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Blow Jobs, Woman on Top, Fucking, Chemistry

word count: 6390 words

author's note: this is a former Ao3 work. Minors DNI

Sophie and her friend Kate went over to her boyfriend Anthony's to take him some lunch, he was helping his cousins and Uncle Andrew working on a barn and shed repair and there were a half dozen other hot and sweaty guys around as they pulled up outside the address Anthony had texted Kate earlier.

As they pulled up to the house, the girls saw Anthony coming around the side of the house with someone and Sophie had to take her sunglasses off to get a better look at him. Her entire body fizzed with magic and something that felt a lot like arousal as she stared at him and all she could think was "OH MY GOD!" She felt entirely blessed when she laid her eyes on him.

He was quite possibly the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was tall, dark brown hair, and his muscles glistened with sweat as the sun beat down on him. He wasn't a beefcake or as stocky as Anthony and was about 2 inches taller than him, but he had a body to die for. She couldn't see his eyes because he had sunglasses on. He had no shirt on, a tool belt around his slender, manly waist, and his tattered jeans were so tight that any person looking could tell how fast his pulse was going.

God surely blessed him with the whole package, Sophie was absolutely sure of it.

As the girls got out of Sophie's car, Kate grabbed the lunch she prepared for them and  Sophie hadn't planned to get out of the car, but she found herself unable to stop herself from opening the door and stepping out to follow Kate. 

It's as if her body had a mind all of its own. Sophie wanted to meet him. She had to meet him, it was like a magnet drawing her in. She was powerless to resist.

As they approached the guys, the unbelievably hot guy took his glasses off and watched them as they approached. Sophie could almost feel him watching her, so she had to put on a small show. She just couldn't help herself.

~*~

Benedict saw Anthony's girlfriend get out of the blue car and he elbowed Anthony and nodded his head towards the road. Anthony looked up from the paper he was looking at and saw his girlfriend Kate getting an Icebox out of the back of Sophie's car.

"Look like it's lunchtime," Benedict said with a laugh

"Yep, Kate promised to bring us all lunch, and if I am lucky, maybe some dessert," Anthony replied with a lurid smirk and Benedict scowled and turned his face away from his brother in disgust and was about to wave to Kate when he noticed the stunningly beautiful blonde in denim shorts and a silver vest top walking towards him and honesty he thought the world had stopped.

Benedict had to take off his sunglasses so that he wouldn't miss anything. Her skin was glowing in the hot August sunshine, he could see her braless breasts bouncing with each step she took. The slight breeze in the air caused her tousled hair to reflect the sun. Her full lips were just begging to be deeply kissed. Her skin was flawless all the way down to her bare, painted toes. 

She was the cause of an instant erection and he could feel it happen almost in an instant. Never before had a woman had such an instant effect on him

Benedict again elbowed Anthony, "Ant, who the fuck is that with Kate?" he whispered and wanted to ask why the fuck he had never introduced him if he knew.

"That's Kate's best friend Sophie," he answered as he looked over toward Benedict.

A slow, sly grin came to Anthony's lips as he realised that Benedict's curiosity had peaked. "You do know Kate’s been trying to set you up with her for months. She’s kinda hot," Anthony encouraged. 

Benedict looked up with his own sheepish grin and said, "Kinda? She’s a fucking goddess ." he practically moaned, ensuring his voice was low and they weren’t overheard.

Kate handed Sophie the icebox and ran and jumped up and straddled Anthony and gave him a deep kiss. As she pulled away from Anthony's lips she smirked, "Hey Honey, you hungry?"

"Starved," Anthony replied, "I can use some food too." They laughed and kissed again oblivious to the rest of the world.

During this, Benedict was checking Sophie out from head to toe, rather unashamedly as well.

Sophie looked into Benedict's eyes and realised that he had the most beautiful deep blue eyes with gorgeous long lashes, he was actually perfection in the male form and she felt herself growing a little wet in her denim shorts just from looking at him.

Anthony put Kate down and stood there watching the storm that was brewing up between Sophie and Benedict, just then glancing at one another and feeling some sort of magical connection.

Kate finally broke the silence, "oh right…. Benedict this is my friend Sophie, Sophie this is Benedict, Anthony's twin brother."

Benedict smiled as he came out of his dream state, hoping he wasn’t actually drooling or panting at her like she was a bitch in heat and he was a frisky dog as he extended his hand out and replied, "Hey it's nice to meet you."

Sophie smirked, took his hand and smiled up into a sea of blue trying not to get lost there, "Hello, nice to meet you too."

It was as if there was pure electricity going from him and penetrating Sophie deep into her soul as their hands touched she felt a palpable surge through her entire body, it went so deep that she felt it between her legs. "What in the hell is happening to me?" she thought.

"Well honey," Kate started, "Sophie and I have some house stuff to attend to so we have to get going”

Benedict dropped Sophie's hand and both of their smiles were washed away. Neither one of them wanted to end what was going on between them.

Benedict piped up quickly realising he had an in, "Hey Kate, we’re having a little party tonight, a BBQ since the weather is so nice. Why don't you bring Sophie?"

"I already asked her if she wanted to come with me, and she said she would feel out of place," Kate answered truthfully, Kate had asked Sophie if she wanted to come but Sophie had declined, she didn’t really know any of Kate’s boyfriends friends or family and had felt like she’d stick out like a sore thumb and, as had happened before, end up billy-no-mates when Anthony and Kate disappeared into a room to fuck in.

Benedict looked over at Sophie as he smiled a charming lopsided smile that Sophie was sure she was powerless to resist, "Come on, there's nothing to feel out of place about. I would like you to come Please."

"Okay, I'll come," she answered with an underlying meaning, a naughty sparkle in her eye

"Great, I'll expect you there. Don't let me down," he grinned back happily.

Then all of a sudden, Kate grabbed Sophie by the waist of her shorts and pulled her away toward the car. As she walked away, she could still feel Benedict watching her. 

As much as she wanted to, she didn't look back until she got in the car. She looked up and he still stood there watching her, mouth open and somehow even at a distance, she could still feel his eyes penetrating her soul. It was as if he could read her deepest, darkest desires, like she had just come alive after years of sleepwalking.

As Sophie began to drive away, Kate sat there and just stared at her looking amused. Sophie was looking out of her rearview mirror trying to get one final look at Benedict before she noticed Kate and asked her "What?"

She smiled knowingly, "Don't say " what " to me, I saw what went on back there. I know there was something going on between the two of you. You two all but fucked right there in the street."

Sophie couldn't help but to smile as she looked into her friend's eyes and she just blinked before she couldn’t stop the words that came from her mouth; "Oh my God Kate! I can't believe I’ve turned down meeting him for the last 6 months!!! He is like literally the Fucking hottest guy I have ever set my eyes on. It felt like his eyes could read my soul! I have no idea what came over me, I have never acted like that around a guy before. It’s ridiculous, the blood just left my brain!

I mean, I've had sex before and enjoyed that sex… but I swear to god Kate whatever thatwas… was a million times better than any sex I have ever had and i’d give all the sex up that I ever had just to experience another five minutes of whatever that was," she said as she finally stopped and took a breath. 

“Well then I have a feeling that we’re in for an interesting evening,” Kate laughed. "Play your cards right Miss Beckett, then you might get to experience the real thing” she smirked but Sophie was only half listening.

She heard what Kate said, and it was all she could think about. She wasn’t one to have one night stands, or sleep with a man the first time she met them, though this would be the second time she had to admit to herself but this she couldn’t help but think what would she do if the opportunity arose?

? Deep down she knew the answer to her question. She knew she wouldn't be strong enough to deny Benedict, she wanted him too badly, and the thought of doing something wild and crazy like that got her even more excited.

~*~

Sophie was late picking up Kate. She had a problem deciding what she should wear. Kate told her that the Bridgertons had a pool in their country house garden and Violet, their mum was away and because the weather was so nice, Anthony and Benedict had decided to have a little BBQ with their friends, as was the norm during the summer for them.

Sophie’s father had had a pool in the back garden of their country home and she had a feeling that the Bridgerton’s, were the Bridgerton’s her father knew from years before his marriage and divorce. 

Sophie knew to wear, or at least bring a bikini just in case everyone decided to go swimming and made the decision to wear her blue bikini, that fastened on the sides and behind her back, allowing for easier access should it be required. She then put on a pair of denim shorts that were scandalously short and a low cut vest top. She threw some warmer clothes in her boot for when, as was traditional with British summers, it would turn colder.

Kate agreed not to have Anthony pick her up, so that Sophie wouldn't arrive at the party by herself. Anthony had agreed and Kate knew that she’d be stopping at Aubrey Hall and had a feeling Sophie probably would as well, but wanted to ensure her friend had a way home in case things didn’t go the way she expected.

As they pulled up to the house, butterflies started fluttering in Sophie's stomach. She was nervous and excited.

As Sophie and Kate walked into the house, Anthony had been waiting and watching for them and he made his way over and grabbed Kate. "About time!! I thought you guys would never get here."

"Sorry honey, Sophie was late picking me up," Kate whined and Sophie just rolled her eyes at her friend throwing her under the bus. 

Anthony led them out to the back of the house and Sophie felt her mouth drop open, it was the biggest garden she’d ever seen . They had the BBQ going, the music was playing, people were milling around chatting and the beer was in an icebox. 

Sophie looked over towards the BBQ and all of a sudden her heart skipped a beat.

There he was, Benedict, dressed in a pair of tight jeans, with a blue shirt with the buttons unfastened. He was freshly showered and shaved and talking to a bearded man as he was flipping burgers, a beer in hand, looking every inch a debonair relaxed host. 

Benedict was chatting with his friend Henry, actually talking about Sophie and how he was hoping she was actually coming to the party when he felt the same sensation course through his body that he had felt that morning helping his family out.

Henry was teasing him about the way he had described the sensation he was feeling right at that morning and he looked up from the BBQ towards the door and everything stopped, the joke was over as Henry saw Benedict’s face as Benedict’s eyes found Sophie.

There she stood, looking as beautiful and hot as before.

He has been waiting all day to see her again. Hell he had been waiting his entire life to meet her, he was sure of it.

He had felt anticipation in his veins so thick it almost turned his blood to concrete, he had been waiting for her all night, all day… all his life and finally, the waiting was over. He had no idea what the hell was happening to him other than the fact he desperately did not want it to stop. No other person had affected him like Sophie did. Everything about her set all of his senses on fire.

He handed the spatula to Henry with a “you take over” and without another word walked toward Sophie, magnetically drawn to her, like a moth to a flame, his lopsided smile grew as he approached her. "Hey, you made it. I didn't think you were going to come."

"Yeah, sorry I was a bit late picking up Kate but we made it” she smiled sweetly back at him.

Anthony smiled knowingly at Kate and with a look towards his brother he knew the look of fuck off and Anthony leaned towards Kate and whispered, "I think we need to leave them alone…" Kate giggled and they walked away leaving the two of them.

Benedict walked beside Sophie grabbing her a beer and twisting it open as he handed it to her, he had no idea what to say to her so he shoved his hand into his jeans and tore his eyes from her and glanced up at the sky as he tried to work out what to say.

Sophie could see he was as nervous as she was, she felt so nervous that she thought she might pass out.

She wanted to get to know him, she wanted to know everything about him but every time she went to speak her mouth wouldn't move.

Mentally she chastised her self; fuck sake Sophie, talk to him… you’ve waited all day for this and here you are shutting up like some 16 year old virgin. What do I even say to him? That I want to fuck his brains out right here, right now, regardless of all the people watching… Jesus, you can’t say that! you depraved lunatic!”

They started to walk, neither of them really realising where they were going but once they were away, Sophie was still dreaming a little when Benedict broke the weird silence that was going on between them. "So Sophie, do you want to do it?"

She was thrown for a second as she stammered as she wondered if he had actually said what she thought he had said, "Ex…excuse me What?"

He gave her a quizzical and confused look as he repeated his question "What do you do? You know for a living?"

Sophie went bright red completely embarrassed about having her head in the gutter, as she replied, "Oh, I am training to be a Veterinarian, i’m in my last year”

He smiled his lovely lopsided smirk as he said, "That sounds so cool, so I guess you are an animal lover?"

"Yes, a rather mad one. How about you?" she asked

"Yeah, I like animals. I'm just not home long enough to take care of one cause of my art but one day I'd like some pets" he responded. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking."

"You know it’s rude to ask a woman her age” she teased before adding, “I am 22, nearly 23 what about you?" she asked stopping still

"25," he replied as he glanced back up towards the sky so he wasn’t staring so much as her arse but he hadn’t realised she had stopped walking and he walked straight into her.

If he hadn’t thrown his arms out and grabbed her around the waist, she would have fallen straight to the ground, he pulled her towards him instinctively, her top had ridden up so his hands were on her bare skin and his touch felt like fire the sensation took both his and her breaths away.

Benedict couldn’t help his thoughts, she felt so good in his hands, and felt so soft as the back of her body pressed against the front of his and he felt all the blood started to surge towards his groin.

He prayed for control, but it was quickly fading as she turned and looked up into his luscious emerald green eyes, and that's when the last bit of control eluded him.

Unable to help himself, needing her he brought his right hand up to her cheek, and pulled her mouth to his. 

It was a fierce kiss. 

The kind of kiss that devours the soul, the inner being. It was deep, it was passionate and it was spiritual.

He pulled her body tighter against his. He didn't know what was happening to him. He's been with women and men before, but he never wanted anyone as bad as he wanted her. He needed her like he needed air. He knew he needed to gain control, but he couldn't figure out how.

Sophie reached up and tangled her fingers of one hand into his thick chestnut hair and pulled him tighter against her mouth as her tongue flickered against his tongue. 

She turned in his arms fully in his arms so they would be facing each other. The kiss was as wild and untamed as their hunger was for each other.

He backed her up against the back wall of the summer house. He pressed his rock hard denim cald cock into the soft mound between her thighs as he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him closer to her.

She moaned softly against Benedict's demanding mouth, the moan was like kerosine to fuel to his fire and any last remnants of control he had, was long gone and he knew there was nothing that was going to stop this now… this was going to happen regardless if there would be regrets later or not.

With his left hand on her arse, hips pressing her into the wall holding her in place, his right hand stroked up her side and under her vest-top. He brushed his fingers against her hardened nipple under her bikini top which caused her to whimper against his lips.

She wanted more so she arched her back to push her breast harder into his hand. She wanted more, and he couldn't deny her, not when he wanted it so badly as well. He pulled the fabric aside so that he could roll her nipple between his finger and thumb. The sensation caused her to cry out  as she threw her head back, letting it rest against the cold brick behind her.

"Oh Ben! Fuck! You feel so good. I want you! I need you!" she gasped into his skin, as she began trailing kisses down his neck and nipped his skin with her teeth.

That drove Benedict mad, it was like she knew all the things that turned him on and feeling her teeth on his skin caused him to growl into her neck and he needed to feel more of her.

His hands slipped down from her nipple, and trailed down her body, down her stomach and slipped between her legs. 

Sophie’s breath caught as she felt his hands rub her pussy over her shorts, she was in danger of soaking through the demin of her shorts she was that wet. “Please…” she whined and with a smirk he slipped his hand down the inseam of her shorts and slipped his long slender fingers under the seam, sending a blazing fire through her as he inched closer to her destination.

Sophie was rucking her hips against him and the moment his fingers made contact she instantly came, screaming his name “Oh yes! Ben! Fuck… oh god… yes!!” she moaned

Smirking as she was falling apart on him, he moved his other hand, letting his hips hold her in place, he lifted her top and yanked her bikini aside to he took her nipple in his mouth and put his hands back on her arse for better balance as he carried on his exquisite and sensual torture.

His tongue licked the hard nipple, causing her to moan and grind her wet pussy against him. His finger flicked the hard clit, causing Sophie to whimper again, the sensitivity increasing as she raced towards another high... 

Smirking into her lips, he pushed his finger into the wet and inviting folds and her breathing became shallower as she began to grind herself, rucking and fucking his fingers.

Benedict could feel the pain in his cock as he was about to burst through his jeans, he needed her and there was no way there were going to be able to do anything else here. 

He didn’t want to fuck her for the first time on the outside of a building, both of them were still fully dressed and he knew they needed to move, it was probably one the last rational thoughts in his mind.

He pulled his fingers from her wanting pussy and pulled her away from the wall, she whined but he grinned at her “it’s okay, we’re going somewhere a bit more private” he smirked as he carried her into the summer house they had been rucking up against ensuring he locked the door behind him.

Whilst he carried her, she leaned up and started to kiss his cheek and then she ran her tongue across the light stubble of his jaw to his ear before she sucked on his ear, sending shock waves of pleasure and need all the way down to his hard cock. 

He lowered her feet to the floor as he went to a table and turned on a light. It sent a soft light across the room, the curtains were all closed and no one would be able to see in. Benedict turned around as the soft light cascaded across the room onto Sophie, she was glowing in the light and looked even more like the goddess he had through she had been when he had first laid eyes on her.

She was so beautiful, even more so with the hungry yet shy look in her eyes. There was no turning back for either of them. He knew he should stop, but there was no way now, they were past the point of no return here.

As he walked back toward her, Sophie's heart skipped several beat as he reached out and softly took Sophie by the shoulders and pulled her to him, “you’re so beautiful” he groaned as she ran her hands up his stomach and up his chest and shoulders, as she slid the shirt from his body, as he slowly pulled her shirt over her head and both sets of fabric fell to the floor.

Words were no longer necessary as he kissed her shoulders, tugged on the strings of her bikini top and watched as he slid off her shoulders and it too joined their shirts on the floor.

Their eyes met as he turned around and sat on the edge of the bed in the summer house as Sophie stood between his legs, both panting heavily, lust and something deeper in her eyes as he unfastened her shorts and slipped his hands into them and slid them down her hip and down her legs.

He pressed his mouth against the crotch of her bikini bottoms, her scent had filled his nostrils and it was so beguiling and addictive that he had to taste her.  Sophie's hands moved and covered his on her hips not only to keep them against her body, but also to steady herself. Her eyes closed as she moaned and arched her back and pressed into his lips, desperate for more.

He slipped his fingers to the bow ties on the side of her bikini bottoms and unfastened them and watched as they slowly slid them down the same trail of her shorts. Sophie slid her feet out of them and kicked both garments to the side leaving her completely naked.

He moved his head back and let his eyes roam over her body, letting them scan over her thighs, her neatly trimmed pussy, her beautiful round and large breast, her slender neck, up to her face, and into her wanting eyes. 

Those beautiful emerald eyes, they were pleading with him, begging him to continue and he was sure there was no more beautiful sight in the entire world and he knew there and then he had to make her beg for it.

He wanted to hear it from her, he needed to hear her beg for more.

He needed to hear her voice to tell him what she wanted him to do to her beautiful body.

"What do you want, baby?" The words poured over her like molten lava. "Tell me what you want and I will give it to you. Anything you want… just tell me and I will give it to you"

Sophie hesitated for a moment, trying to regain her thoughts before she whispered, her voice so hoarse she barely understood it, "Touch me. Taste me. I want to feel you. I want all of you."

She reached up and curled her fingers into his thick hair as he brought his mouth back against her wet and hot pussy.

With a smirk of “my pleasure” he ran his tongue over the slit. Sparks ignited and became a ball of fire when his tongue parted her pink lips and found her clit, protruding and desperately waiting for him. 

Sophie gasped his name and nearly lost her footing as her legs went weak as his tongue rolled over her clit, his right hand sliding between her legs and rubbing against her pussy as he lapped at her desperately.

She didn't know how much longer she was going to be able to stand up. One of Benedict's fingers slid between her lips and pushed into her wet centre.

"Ben, my legs… I can’t… they’re getting weak, I don't know if I can stand here much longer," she whined

Without taking his hand from her, he wrapped his left hand around her waist and pulled her against his body as he laid back against the bed, bringing her with him, his lips and hands moved from her pussy as their mouths crashed together hard, their tongues dancing in the other’s mouth as Sophie tasted herself on his mouth.

Desperate for more Sophie raised up and straddled him as she took both of his hands and lifted them up and over his head. She slid her hands from his and down the side of Benedict's face, before she slid them down his neck, his chest, as she trailed fiery, hot kisses along those same spots. 

She worked both her hands and mouth down his stomach. She stopped and dipped her tongue into his navel, as she started to unfasten his jeans. Sophie felt his hardness through his jeans and could see how hard he was and how he needed to get out of the jeans soon before the button flew off and broke something.

With a wicked smirk, she climbed off his lap and unfasted them, pulling both his jeans and swim shorts down and throwing them across the room with the rest of the clothes.

She got on her knees between his legs and ran her hands up his thighs, her eyes never leaving his as she teased him, running her hands around Benedict's hard cock, but not touching it. Benedict moaned softly, as he moved his entire body from side to side desperate to free himself from the torture that Sophie was causing. Desperate for her to touch him, to relieve him of his need to be touched.

He looked at her, eyes beseeching as he begged "Please!"

Sophie grinned triumphantly as she circled her right hand around Benedict's hardness, and Benedict gasped deeply at her touch. She began to run her hand up and down the long, hard shaft. "Ofh Fuck baby! Oh, yes," Benedict moaned as his eyes rolled back in his head. Her petite hand felt so good against his rock hard cock.

His eyes flew open as he felt her tongue flicking across the top of his cock, her eyes meeting his, as she watched his reactions.

She loved to watch, and she smirked, her eyes never leaving his as she placed the head of cock between her lips and sucked it deeper into mouth, going all the way down to his balls.

Benedict growled loudly, it had been a very long time since anyone had deep throated his cock, in fact he wasn’t entirely sure anyone had taken his cock as well as Sophie was here, she hadn’t even gagged as he felt himself moving further down until she had taken all of him into her mouth. Sophie slid her mouth up and down his long hard shaft, as she ran her hand along the same trail that her mouth followed. 

It was the most unbelievable experience and it was something he wanted more of but now he knew, if she did that again, he’d cum and he wanted to fuck her. He needed to fuck her.

He grabbed Sophie's hands and pulled her on top of him. "I can't take much of that, not right now. Later… right now I have fuck you. Please… I want to feel your wet, hot pussy wrapped around me. Oh fuck Soph, I gotta have you, please say I can" he begged as he pulled Sophie's mouth to his in a savage passionate kiss.

Sophie parted her legs and straddled Benedict again, rubbing her pussy against his cock. 

The sensation just fuelled the fire burning between the two of them, the need was overwhelming now and they both knew that if they didn’t join soon they’d die. Sophie grabbed the condom Benedict took from his wallet and whilst she wanted to fuck him without it and wanted to feel all of him, this was their first time and whilst it had been a while for her and she was on the pill, she wasn’t sure about him.

She ripped it open with her teeth and slid it on causing them both to groan before she positioned herself back over the top of him and took hold of his cock and guided it into her.

 As he entered her, both Sophie and Benedict gasped deeply as he slid all the way into her. Benedict was bigger than anybody that Sophie has ever been with, and she paused briefly to adjust to his size. 

Benedict realised what she was doing, and restrained himself from grabbing her and thrusting it hard, he knew he wasn’t a small man and Sophie was quite petite so he had to give her a moment.

When she felt more comfortable, having adjusted to his size, Sophie looked down into his eyes, she realised he was watching her and a smirk le came across Sophie's lips. She started moving up and down his cock, slowly, increasing her speed as she rode him.

They very quickly got into the rhythm of each other gasping the other’s name as they moved in tandem, the exquisite feeling of her walls hugging his cock and his cock hitting all the right places in her.

Needing more, Benedict reached up and took a hold of both of her breasts as she continued to ride him, tweaking both nipples between his fingers and thumbs and she whined happily, her breasts were incredibly sensitive and a big erogenous zone for her and most men left her breasts alone and him doing this to her drove her insane.

“Oh fuck Ben…” She gasped “more”

He quickly grabbed her around her hips and started to thrust deep and hard into her wetness. Sophie hungrily met each thrust before he sat up, savagely taking her mouth in his, not losing the stroke of their rhythm as they continued their frenzied fucking.

Benedict moved his mouth away from hers, and took first one hard nipple into his mouth and then the other alternating between the two but as he continued thrusting into her, he found he couldn’t get deep enough in her for his liking and he could see from Sophie the pleasure wasn’t quite the same.

So he rolled her onto her back and she spread her legs for him to get deeper and deeper inside of her. Benedict continued to fuck her harder and deeper, both of them were sweating, and lost in the moment, their names and the sound of their skin slapping against one another as they fucked.

They never took their eyes off each other. If they weren't kissing different parts of each other's bodies, they looked into each other's eyes, the connection between them was sparking and fizzing and increasing in tempo ready to implode and consume them.

"Oh Ben! Fuck! Fuck!! Yes, oh yes! I am going to cum… fuck… I want… I want you to cum with me… fuck yes! yes, oh Fuckkkkkkkk" Sophie moaned loudly.

"Yeah baby. Oh yes, cum for me Sophie, cum hard for me, my little Goddess. You've driven me crazy all day, now cum for me, squeeze me, fucking cum for me," Benedict demanded.

His words were all she needed, she screamed, her back arching from the bed as she screamed is name as he screamed hers, both of them exploding and white stars appearing behind their eyes as Benedict thrust harder into her one last time and help it, as Sophie ground herself again him, the fireworks coming off between them as both of them, for the first time ever, came with the other person. It was simultaneous, magic and loud as it seemed to last forever, suspended in one perfect moment.

Once they were spent, Benedict relaxed and gently lowered himself down, carefully so not to squash her and never wanting to stop touching her, as they laid there quiet for a few moments, while they caught their breath, and gained some composure and feeling back in their bodies.

The whole thing had been out of this world.

Sophie was the first to move as she reached over and kissed him on his forehead, and Benedict looked up into her bright green eyes and smiled. "That was incredible," Sophie whispered, her voice a little hoarse

"That was beyond incredible," Benedict replied. “It’s never been like that before”

"So what now?" Sophie said unsteadily, nerves now creeping in, they had spent the last hour or so fucking like rabbits and she had no idea what to do next.

Benedict lifted himself up onto his elbow, resting his cheek in his hand. "What do you mean 'what now'?"

"Well we literally just met today. We've only known each other for a few hours, and we already fucked like rabbits… So, now what happens?" she asked

"What do you want to happen?" Benedict shot back

"Stop answering my questions, with questions," she pouted at him

He smiled down at her and brushed a hand over her cheek in a gentle caress, his thumb trailing over her adorable pout, "I don't want this to be it… I want to have more of this… I know we should've waited and got to know each other. We should have gone slower, but this was inevitable, I mean… I’ve never felt a pull like this towards anyone ” he paused, dropping a kiss to her nose “But I really don't want this to be a one time thing... Maybe, we can go slower now that we got this out of the way, and really get to know each other....if you want?"

Sophie smiled devilishly, "okay but I don't want that…"

Benedict felt the colour drain from his face in complete shock, surely he wasn’t the only one to have felt this?? "Okay but can I ask why not?" he asked, trying to keep the pain out of his voice, the heartbreak off his face. He was sure he was halfway in love with this woman already and he really didn’t want to lose her.

Sophie giggled, as he hadn’t managed to keep some of the disappointment off his face as she dropped a kiss to his nose this time “I want more also I want to to get to know you, but I also don't want to go slower. I want this too.” she grinned as she trailed her hand up his sweaty, incredibly defined chest,  “Besides, you and I know that we can't stop this from happening again anymore then we could have fought it this time."

Benedict laughed brightly rolling on top of her and kissing her softly as he said, "Okay, we'll get to know each other in the process of fucking and making love like there is no tomorrow?"

Sophie nodded, her hands finding his hair and dragging his mouth back down on top of his and it didn't take long for the fireworks to be ignited once again.

[eastwardbound7]

It’s Juneteenth here’s what the BatFam is bringing to the cookout

Let’s start out with out Star

Duke: Bringing the Ribs. The good bbq ones that just fall off the bone.

Luke Fox: Himself because he’s in charge of the boil

Tam Fox: She’s bringing the fruit tray. Like they good fruit trays with the little yogurt dip in the middle. And the veggie one with the ranch.

Alfred: Desserts. Like Lemon Meringue pie and sweet potato Pie

Bruce: He’s bringing seafood but it’s going to be boiled by someone else because he’s not allowed to cook.

Tim: He’s bringing the drinks because (he bought them before Bruce)

Dick: The collard greens. They take like 2 steps to make i believe in him.

Jason: The baked mac and cheese that will get him kicked out if he messes up. He’s also at the grill.

Steph: The burgers and hot dogs.

Cass: The burgers and hot dog buns.

Barbara: She def got the baked beans.

Damian’s a child he doesn’t need to bring anything yet and Tim already beat him to the drinks.

[erenozturk]

setting: the wolf bbq, in the timey wimey soup that is after capture the flag

featuring: eren öztürk & aiyla baysal @aiylabaysal

He did not wish to linger for long. It was not because of some disappointment over losing — that was just the nature of games, someone would be victorious and someone would be the loser. Eren didn’t care anymore about the loss, or any sourness that came before it. But he had overextended himself the past couple days, pushing his comfort limits in certain games and tiring himself using his powers where he could to help his fellow court members. He knew he did not contribute much, his discomfort enveloping him in many of the group activities. Dodgeball was an extra hell as both balls and bodies chaotically moved about him. It gave him a heightened level of anxiety, to the point he began to wonder if he’d ever be okay again. And after capture the flag, and all the mental and physical exhaustion it brought… Home, where his records and hi fi awaited, sounded very nice about then. With his car back in commission, Eren was debating seeking out his beloved Peugeot and dipping from the barbecue, but then his eyes landed on Aiyla, seated alone, and he felt an uncomfortable tug in his chest. He heard through whispers about what happened, and given he’d stopped by when Van Doren had been sneaking out of her cottage before, he had an inkling about what transpired. While she could be so graceful, so kept together, he feared there was more going on behind her dark eyes. Just stay a little longer, he told himself as he looked at her. Say hi. With a sigh, Eren approached.

“Aiyla,” he started in a soft voice, approaching the lonely table where she sat. He decided to not come empty handed, stopping at a dessert table and grabbing what looked safe and not potentially laced in something, to bring for her. “A gift,” he said politely, placing the small paper plate and dessert on the table, just beside her so she could decide if she wanted it or not. “May I sit with you?” He asked. When she gave him confirmation, he slid into the chair beside her, careful so as not to bump shoulders. With his gloved hands neatly folded before him, Eren settled into a comfortable silence beside the Fae Queen, watching the merriment around them for a stretched moment. He was not talkative by nature, something she knew about him. He found a comfort in the stillness of the quiet, one he thought often helped him through hard feelings. But he knew this wasn’t so with everyone. Still, he wasn’t sure what to say, and chewed on the inside of his cheek as he debated how to approach the subject.

“You know,” he started without thinking much, “He has a mug shot from a trip to Ibiza. From about 18 years ago, early into his college years. Got into a fight at a club, nasty thing…. Hadn’t fully grown into his ears yet. So it’s just this narrow face with a big swollen eye, then two saucers on the sides of his head.” He motioned to his own face, sucking in his cheeks to make his face slimmer, sealing one eye shut and cupping his hands behind his ears to illustrate. “Found it for a cocktail waitress, about a year ago. She printed a ton and plastered them all over his car… I don’t think I had ever heard a grown man squeak before that day.” He made the smallest bemused noise, a sigh of a breath, while recalling it. How many spurned lovers asked him to look into the gallery owner in the past two years? One too many, he reckoned. “…I might still have it, if it would amuse you to see it,” he shrugged, “We can print even more copies and make an art installation out of it.” Falling back into a stretch of silence, he moved one of his gloved hands over, ghosting over a moment before gently lowering it onto her hand. He could feel the warmth of her, even through the leather. Still just a vague impression of body heat, always so vague. “Are you okay?” He lowered his voice then, only audible to the two of them, switching to their mutual native tongue to keep it as private as he could.

[blood-trip-god2]

Blood Trip Eats (day 3)

Alright, today was a shit show where my team had to be up earlier than everyone else on the crew because there was a last minute ceremony that needed audio gear. So I did not have breakfast or lunch today. Hell I really haven't had water all weekend either 🙃

Now, I'm on my way home and waiting for my flight. Goodbye Detroit/Ann Arbor, your food is delicious and I found some great spots. Went for a walk at the airport and happened upon Mezza Mediterranean Grille. So here are the pics:

Bloody BBQ Mary(I think I really this one the most) the mesquite flavor isn't overpowering and it may just be my lack of nourishment today but it's sooooo goooooood. The olives and pickles bring the sour counterpoint to the smokiness of Mary.

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Kicked the food off with some dip. Goat Cheese and Marinara to be precise

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The Chicken Shawarma caught my eye on the menu but I had to decide if I wanted a pizza or the pita. I went with the pita and hooked up my fries with the lemon oregano dressing on my pita with the meat juice of the chicken

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Might get another drink for dessert and then wait at my gate

[amorgansgal]

I'm excited to go camping with my cousins this weekend, but I am judging one of them for suggesting we bring fruit salad for a BBQ the rest of the family are hosting. Fruit salads are definitely the most disappointing of desserts.

[claireelle18]

The Reactions

A/N: These are the reactions of fans meeting their favorite hockey player and the player's significant other. There are 3 players for this one. I am open to writing more - just send a request in!

Ross Colton:

It was a balmy day, that pre-afternoon thunderstorm humidity creating a thick wall outside of any area that could potentially hold air conditioning.

The season ended for the Bolts, but the battle for Lord Stanley continued for other teams. Bogo invited the team over to watch it while having a BBQ. He had asked that a side dish, snacks, or dessert was brought along, which prompted the rushed trip into the local grocery store.

Ross's frame hid her smaller frame as the two decided what to bring to the barbecue. The case of beer held by his side, the other arm wound around her waist. "How about we just bring some hummus and pretzels? We could also bring a box of cookies because we both know the kids would love us forever," he suggested, grabbing the bag of tiny pretzels. She nodded along, starting to walk over to where the cookies were in the bakery.

With their quest for snacks completed, the couple head to check out. She chirped about him not grabbing her some drinks, because 'beer is awful.' He chuckled, went to grab her a case of her own drinks, and return to the long line. That's when a young fan popped up behind them.

"I am so sorry! He just saw you from down the aisle. He's a big fan of yours," the frazzled mom spills.

Sharing a look, Ross turns to the boy. "Nice to meet you...."

"Jason!" A toothy, energetic reply comes. "As mom said, I am a huge fan. I watch everything I can! Can we get a picture, please?"

"Well that's very nice of you, buddy. Absolutely so," he says to him. "Hey hun, do you need my card?" he asks, turning to you.

"No, I've got it," she explained. He turned back to Jason, his mom ready to snap the picture. The two boys pose, large smiles on both faces.

"Who's that?" Jason questioned, peering over towards her.

"That little dude is my girlfriend."

Jason's jaw drops. "She's super pretty!" Hearing Ross chuckle, you turn and give the boy a soft smile and a little wink. "Lucky her! Can she be in the picture too?"

"Nah, I am the lucky one! Only if she wants to be." A set of pleading eyes convinces her to join the picture. The two leave to continue their shopping, and to let the couple get to where they needed to go.

Later that day Ross found the picture of the three, along with the caption, 'Thank you Ross for stopping and taking the time to say hi and to both of you for taking a picture with the little man.'

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Brandon Hagel:

A day spent accidentally burning in the sun, playing tag and soccer, crashing in the waves led to catching a bite to eat at one of the various beach restaurant locations. The Key West styled and painted building invited the couple up to the roof top bar.

Amidst the semi-impromptu sunset dinner date, she notices a girl, who she couldn't decide if was closer to the teens or early twenties, glancing over at their table. He also clocks her on his radar, but continues to focus on his lovely company. "Honey, you're going to need to apply aloe!"

She groans, "Ugh! I swear I had enough sunscreen on, but I can feel that post sunburn feeling already starting to take affect."

He throws a few ice cubes from the bottom of his water glass at her, laughing then starting to hiss like when water hits a burning hot pan. She makes a face at him, sending a glare towards him, as he continues to laugh. "My poor poor little crispy tater tot. We can stop on the way home to make sure we stock up on the sunscreen and aloe," he promises.

The two continue their meal, making the occasional chirps at each other. "Finish watching the sunset, to the store for the promised relief, then home for a shower," she compromises with him. He downs the remainder of his third water cup, reaching to grab the half drank beer. Again he clocks the other girl. Their table had just been cleared from the food baskets, which is when she decides to take her chance.

"You're Brandon Hagel," she states looking at him after approaching the picnic table.

He swallows his drink, "That I am. Can I help you?"

"I think I can help you. I cannot keep my eyes off of you. Can maybe I get your number?" She asks, a small pout to her lips, while she twirls a strand of hair.

"I don't have an issue taking a picture with you, but as you can see I'm here with my girlfriend," he motions toward her. The fan turns toward said girlfriend, eyeing her up and down. "You didn't even acknowledge that she's here. So please be kind to us.”

After she stalks away, he turns to you. “So tots - you ready for that promise relief?” A set of pleading eyes sends the couple off to retrieve the items and take a much needed indoor break.

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Brayden Point:

Her coworkers and begged for a drink after the long day. She agreed, but texted him to join them at the local restaurant. This really would be the first time he meets the entire work family. When he arrives, she disappears to retrieve him. “Team this Brayden. Brayden these are the lovely ladies who help me survive the day.”

“Nice to meet everyone,” he nods.

It takes a bit before Janet, the work team grandma, puts two and two together. The dots connect for her. Brayden had just excused himself for a moment. “Wait wait wait tots! You’re telling me that your boyfriend is Bolts player Brayden Point?! How am I just putting this together?”

She laughs, “Jan, we don’t really put this out on display for everyone. Neither of us want to draw attention to our private life.”

“Right there sweetheart. Never really gets questioned too much honestly. I think poor Bea gets confused as a fan or a friend of one of the other guy’s girl’s more than anything else,” he chuckles sitting down, arm draped around her shoulder.

“I can’t believe you never said anything!” Janet continues. “You’re dating basically a local celebrity!”

“Well you never really asked, and we don’t tell many people. Rather just let them find out on their own,” she shrugs. “We joke that it’s a secret club once people find out about us. So umm…welcome to the club I guess!”

[maze-of-sweets]

hey nibbly. what are ur favorite restaurants

(also if i have to ask for a emoji can i pls be 💊 or 🪲... putting here in CASE!)

i am being instructed to not give names so you guys cannot triangulate where we live, sorry gang

1) THIS BANGER JAPANESE STEAKHOUSE!!! THEY GIVE YOU SOOOO MUCH FOOD!!!! i went there yesterday and ordered the hibachi steak and broccoli, ate ALL OF THAT!!! three salads, two soups and had a couple bites of my friends food because he was too nervy about the event we were going to to eat!!!

2) fancy rich people buffet (we go on discount days :3 ) THEY HAVE ALL YOU CAN EAT LOBSTER AND CRAB AND SALMON AND OYSTERS AND A BIG DESSERT TABLE they had this lamb gyro thingy last time i went SO GOOD!!!

3) bbq place our friend works at and brings me meals he snags every now and then. i have beef with roman murray now because as great as the pile of rotting pig corpses were to possess and eat every year for my birthday you seriously couldn’t have bbqed it for me???

i’m like literally god!!! you’re telling me you can’t even cook for me or get my little party catered??? be so for real.

i was also talking to richie yesterday and he told me jewish people can’t eat pork and that is so sad to me like i think i would drop dead if i could never eat any sort of pig ever again

[count-alucard-tepes]

What are the op hotties favorite foods? Desserts? Snacks? I heard a way to a man’s heart is through is stomach ❤️(besides his ego)

Did this already but I’ll do the new hotties😉

Izou🔫🔫

His favorite food is salmon and tofu because they are really good your skin and he wants to make sure that his skin is always looking amazing. His least favorite food is anything that is greasy or oily.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

He doesn’t like sweet things so he often goes for savory meals like sandwiches or anything that’s easy to eat and that he doesn’t have to waste a lot of time doing. He is very selective about what he eats and does so in moderation.

Oven Charlotte 🍞

He loves pastries and usually starts his day with a chocolate croissant and a cup of tea. He dislikes pizza because he feels that it’s too simple to make and does like creating over the top meals.

Buggy🤡

He has a sweet tooth and favors desserts all the time especially those that have freshly whipped cream, he could eat that all the time. He dislikes popcorn because it gets stuck in his teeth.

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

He really loves a good stew with with lots of meat, vegetables and dumplings. It’s just so hearty and brings memories of family to him. He dislikes eating too many pineapples because he gets cuts on his tongue.

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸

He loves ostrich meat and thinks it’s so delicious as it is quite rare to eat and expensive. He dislikes vegetables and is usually forced by Killer to eat some of them.

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕

He loves barbecues and inviting a lot of people to join him as he loves making hamburgers and racks of ribs. He always he disappointed when Doffy doesn’t attend and sticks notes with curse words all over his bedroom door for not attending. He dislikes potato salad, don’t ever bring this to the BBQ or you’re gonna end up with it on your head.

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹

He loves eating seafood, especially crab legs, he could eat it all the time and not get sick of it. He absolutely dislikes sweet treats and would turn it down no matter how good it looks or how expensive it is.

Gecko Moria🦇

He likes a good rare steak with mash and gravy , he has this at least once a week as he’s trying to lose some weight. He dislikes anything with seeds or nuts, he’s allergic to it.

Iceburg💜

He enjoys lasagna with a lot of cheese and it needs to be handmade, he’s very picky about who makes it. He dislikes toffee because it gets stuck in his teeth and he likes to take care of his teeth.

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅

He loves beef Wellington and eats it at least once a week as he doesn’t want to over do it. He dislikes jello and thinks it’s one of the most disgusting things ever.