#me every time I have veggie stir fry

[esleep]

i made korean tacos for dinner (no recipe just vibes + what i had in the fridge) and they were unbelievably delicious. my god.

[elflutter]

— salvation logan howlett x chubby!reader | ao3 | part two

synopsis:

“Like what you see, old man?” Your voice comes out more breathy than intended, eyes sparkling as you goad Logan just a little. “You fuckin’ know I do, princess.” Logan presses his nose to your hair, inhaling your scent like he wants it to mark his soul. “Mmm, I think I could use a little refresher.” Your grin is coy as you ask him to worship your body like an altar.

notes: explicit (minors dni), worst!wolverine, fem!reader, body worship, oral sex, established relationship, domestic fluff, porn with feelings

word count: 1.6k

You hear shuffling footsteps behind you over the rush of water from where you stand at the sink, giving the plates a quick rinse before gingerly placing them in the dishwasher. That was a perk of your boyfriend having a skeleton made of adamantium—he can’t even try to sneak up on you. It was Logan’s turn to cook tonight, which meant it was your turn to do the dishes. You don’t find any particular delight in washing the damp residue off the porcelain dishes. But you are more than willing to exchange this chore for the opportunity to ogle a shirtless Logan in his plaid pajama pants and dorky apron while he made you dinner. You would never have guessed that Wade’s gruff, violent new roommate would make such a damn good stir-fry. You cherished the memory of his gorgeous biceps as he chopped your favorite veggies—shamelessly wearing the Kiss the Cook apron you got him on Valentine’s Day. He had even winked at you. Winked! He was probably able to smell your arousal from where you sat on the couch, pretending to watch the news when really, you were watching him.

Thoughts drifting back to the present, you feel your lips curl up in a smirk. If he wants to be a little tease, you are more than happy to return the favor. You know exactly what these pajama shorts do to your man. Sometimes shorts that would be passable on someone with a smaller butt are downright indecent on you—not that you mind, when you only wear them around the apartment anyways. This pair are short and loose enough that the plump curve of your ass is on full display when you bend down to put the plates in the dishwasher.

You hear Logan's barely stifled grunt as you linger, bent in half longer than strictly necessary. After you had spent so many years pushing down insecurity about your body, you feel warmth well in your chest at showing off your plump figure to Logan in this way. You know he likes it. But that doesn’t make it any less delicious every time he tells you so.

In the beginning, you were downright surprised when he was interested in you. You knew you were beautiful, from your tummy, to your luscious thighs, to your more than generous ass. And from the first time you met him, you felt an undeniable pull towards Logan’s hardened physique, so different from the softness of your own. It wasn’t that you weren’t confident in your attractiveness. You had already won that battle with your body before meeting your Wolverine. It’s just that—with men who look like Logan—you have to keep yourself guarded. There are a lot of fucked up ideas about what makes a woman pretty, and a lot of the time, guys who look like Logan ascribe to them. But, once Logan had sniffed out your interest in him (with a little help from Wade), he made his feelings towards you abundantly clear. And you quickly discovered that beneath his gruff exterior is a delightful gentleman with a filthy mouth. Tonight, you plan on putting that mouth to extremely good use.

You arch your back as you stand up, and Logan is right behind you, calloused hands finding your hips like they have a hundred times before. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the ghost of his breath against your skin. Warmth is already rushing to your stomach and lower.

“Y’know what you’re doin’ to me, sweetheart?” Logan’s voice is a rough, low growl in your ear. You look over your shoulder at him, a wicked grin painted across your lips.

“You like what you see, old man?” Your voice comes out more breathy than intended, eyes sparkling as you goad Logan just a little.

“You fuckin’ know I do, princess.” Logan presses his nose to your hair, inhaling your scent like he wants it to mark his soul. One of Logan’s hands moves from your waist to rest on the countertop by the sink. You wiggle your hips just a little, feeling Logan’s delightful bulge against your ass.

You turn around in his arms, back pressed against the counter as Logan’s presence locks you in. He doesn’t use his strength. He doesn’t need to. Your pull towards him is magnetic, and wherever he wants you is where you want to be. He is careful never to rest the full weight of his frame on you, body hovering a hair’s breadth above your own. Your hand finds his neck in a gentle caress, moving up to tangle in his hair. His hazel eyes simmer with desire as they meet yours.

“Mmm, I think I could use a little refresher.”

Your grin is coy as you ask him to worship your body like an altar. In an instant, Logan’s lips find yours in a searing kiss. His hands cup your ass, lifting you up as you wrap your legs around his hips to steady yourself. You fucking love how he picks you up like you weigh nothing. You love your curves and your tummy, but they also meant that none of your past partners could carry you into bed like Logan can. This man might just have ruined you for anybody else, with his super-strength, and his gruff charisma, and his deceptively generous spirit.

Logan loves the way his fingers sink into your supple flesh just a little as he carries you into your shared bedroom. He lays you gingerly on the bed, soft sheets enveloping every gorgeous curve. His cock is already leaking pre-cum in his pants. He would be embarrassed, but he can smell how badly you need this too.

I think I could use a little refresher.

Well, you’ll get a fuckin’ refresher, Logan thinks to himself as he runs his hands along your body, following every blooming swell and valley. He has seen beauty standards come and go during his long life, but he can’t help but think your body is the most delectable he’s ever had the pleasure of laying his eyes on. He feasts upon the sight of you splayed beneath him, breasts rising and falling in anticipation, nipples peaked through your little tank top. Your body looks like something from myth. He takes one between his fingers and pinches softly. You let out a tiny, needy whimper. “Look like you belong in a damn painting, sweetheart.” His words are a low rasp in the charged air between you. “Like the fuckin’ Renaissance.”

Logan positions himself towards the bottom of the bed, hands resting on either side of your legs. His lip caress your ankle, leaving trails of electricity with every touch. He kissed his way up one leg, stopping just before reaching the apex of your thighs to kiss his way down the other. His lips brush along the curve of your calf, featherlight fingers caressing from your knee to your ankle with a reverence that steals your breath.

“Gorgeous fuckin’ legs,” Logan grunts. You can feel his words on your skin, his breath sending shivers up your legs and to your core. His hands sweep up to grab at your thighs, and you are already bucking your hips up into nothing, desperate for his touch. His name falls from your lips in a plea, and his eyes meet yours.

“These thighs’ll be the death of me, sweet girl. Can’t wait to feel ‘em crushin’ my head.”

Logan’s lips finally trace their way back up to where you need them most, his nose knocking against your clothed slit as he savors the heady scent of your arousal through your sleep-shorts.

“Let’s get these off ya, yeah?” His voice vibrates against you as you arch your back into him.

You nod desperately, and that’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s slipping you out of your shorts and panties. Your bottoms are discarded on the floor, and Logan settles once again between your thighs.

“Smells so fuckin’ good for me, baby.” Desire pulls tight in your abdomen before he finally nuzzles into your pussy, lips puffy and ready for him. His gaze is heavy-lidded as it meets your own, his tongue darting out to lick a teasing circle around your clit. Your hands tangle in his hair, spurring him on, and his tongue finally laves a long, languid stroke up your slit. He stays like that for some time, head buried in your cunt. He feels your lush thighs press into him. Fucking you with just his tongue, chasing your pleasure. He moans as he laps at your arousal. You taste like divinity, like the nectar of the gods is pouring into his mouth. Suddenly it is not adamantium in his bones, but golden ichor in his veins as he hears you cry out beneath him. You come undone on his tongue, and he feels you flutter so sweetly beneath him.

He was never a religious man. But then he met you. The first time he kissed you was a benediction. The first time he tasted you was paradise. If you were Eden in that moment, he would have taken the apple in a heartbeat. You were his salvation after years alone. You were his light at the end of the tunnel.

You stroke his hair, pulling him back to the present. You haven’t even touched him yet, but he can feel himself leaking in his pajama pants. Your breath comes out in ragged pants. You let out a blissful laugh as Logan continues his careful caress of your body, his dripping mouth pressing kisses to your soft belly.

“You’re perfect, Lo.”

He chuckles against your skin before climbing up to straddle your hips. “No, babydoll. You are.”

a/n: wahhh thank you so much for reading! this is my first fic for logan!! but there will be more please let me know what you thought!! i planned to make this a longer one-parter, but i needed to get eyes on this and honestly it felt like a natural ending point for this part! don't worry they're going to fuck in part two xx

i also didn't proofread this as thoroughly as normal bc im extremely tired HAHA, let me know if there are any typos! (edit: i caught several grammatical errors while posting this on ao3, so i've updated this to fix them! please let me know if you see any more)

ty saradika-graphics for the lovely dividers!

[madamechrissy]

Dirty Little Secret

ꕥ Pairings: Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, dirty talk, Toji calls reader 'doll, ma, slut (Toji and Doll just work lol) Age gap- reader is 21, Toji is 39. - This chapter-Slapping, Blow jobs, rough oral sex, mentions of fluids, swallowing, cunnilingus

ꕥ Word Count- 4,514

ꕥ Summary- Toji Fushiguro is your dad Shiu's best friend for years. You've known him most your life. You come home for spring break to relax, and who pops up at the fucking doorstep? Toji. He's nasty, annoying, perverted and... Sexy. Hot. Built. And makes you think, maybe your first time shouldn't be with some college boy? But with this buff dude who can tie a cherry stem with his tongue and a scar on his damn lip. You just gotta hope your dad doesn't find out.

Chapter 1 here

Chapter 2

The next day comes, and you can’t get Toji’s smug face out of your head. The way he talked to you, the way he used you, it’s all you can think about. You’re a mess, avoiding him as best you can, because every time you look at his stupidly attractive face, you feel wetness between your thighs.

And the worst part is, you swear he knows.

You’re in the kitchen, washing dishes as your dad walks in, coming to give you a kiss on the cheek. You smile at him.

“Make me lunch kiddo? I gotta run to work for a few hours.” You freeze at that, as Toji isn’t far behind, grinning at you as he descends the stairs.

“Aw, working!?” You pout, and Shiu sighs.

“Just for a few! I tried to take the entire week off.”

“Fine. What ya want?”

“Anything please, I never hardly have you here to spoil me.” You smile, then bend down to grab things out of the fridge. You gasp when you stand back up, and feel Toji’s presence, you look back and see his green eyes were on your ass. You glare.

“Gonna make me some too, doll?” Toji asks, and you snort.

“Nope, only dad.” You stick your tongue out, and your dad laughs, as Toji sticks his tongue back at you.

“She’s so mean, Shiu.”

“She gets that from me.” You start making a stir fry real quick, gathering veggies and leftover rice, then popping in some of the chicken from yesterday, then you make Shiu and dumbass Toji plates.

“Thanks, doll.” Toji comes to ruffle your hair as you hand him his, and you smirk up at him.

“Only cause there’s extra.” He laughs at that, then you all are all sitting down eating together, reminiscing, and it’s honestly nice.

“Oh shit, Mei is coming over tonight.” Shiu says then.

“Really? How’s her crazy ass been?”

“Good I think. You know her. Darling you may not remember her…”

“I do. Real pretty with the braids?” Shiu nods. “She was cool.”

“She was hot.” Shiu said, and you roll your eyes. “Right Toji?”

He nudges Toji, and you expect him to agree, but he shrugs. “Mmm, sure I guess, never really looked at her like that.” You blink a bit in surprise, as his gaze catches yours.

Huh.

“Really? Her tits though- ah shit, sorry kid.” You laugh, taking their plates and turning to the sink.

“Dad you’ve been single forever, I don’t mind if you date.” You hadn’t seen your mom in eight years, one day she just fucked off. Had nothing to do with you all, on your thirteenth birthday actually. Shiu hadn’t really dated since.

“I dunno, seems more like a fuck buddy than a girlfriend.” Toji mutters.

“Either is good.” Shiu and Toji laugh again, and you sigh, annoyed by the over projection of manliness in the room. Eventually, Shiu comes to say goodbye, and you head over to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and getting out of your pajamas. You were the worst about just lounging in them whenever you could.

When you step out, there he is.

“Fuck, you scared me!” You nearly yell, and he’s just smirking, looking down at your little skirt and tank.

“No Hello Kitty today?” You glare up at him, shoving him out of your way, but he stops you. “Talkin to ya doll.”

“I’m ignoring you, old man.” You head down the hall, but then he’s pressing you against the wall, back hitting it hard, then he’s leaning down, serious set to his mouth, lust in his eyes.

“Ya forget about me already doll? When I had you cumming so hard you almost passed out?” You’re bright fucking red, averting your eyes, and he grabs your chin roughly, shoving it up to look at him. “Answer. Now.”

“No, how could I? Fuck…” You’re faced with him, as he runs his tongue along that scar, then his lips, gaze going down to your throat now.

“When I choked that pretty neck, ya forget?”

“No.” Your answer was quieter now.

“And, when I said…”

“Yes, I wanna suck your dick, stupid.” He blinks, taken aback, and you could swear you see some red on his face, but must be the sun, because no way. “No, I haven't forgotten.”

“And… you want me to lick that cunt before or after?” He whispers now, sliding his hand down to find your panties under your skirt. “So fuckin hot f’me.”

“Shut up.” You sigh, though, leaning up and yanking him down, he’s wearing some skin tight white tee, covering nothing, you can see every line of his body, and it makes you wet. “Kiss me, Toji.”

“ Fuck .” He slams his lips on yours, hands all over your body, desperate, like he couldn’t get enough of how you feel. “So fuckin small compared to me.”

You gasp as he grabs your waist. “My tits aren’t small.”

He laughs. “They sure the fuck aren’t.” He slides his huge hands, squishing them, rough, but you love it. “That mouth is big too.”

“Dick.” He picks you up then, slamming you into the wall, and his cock is pressed against your pussy, hot and achy for him, then the door shuts. “ Shit !”

He puts you down quickly, gently though, which surprises you, and then you all separate, luckily hidden up the stairs. You struggle to breathe as Toji walks back down, and he’s up in a few moments, the door shutting. You look at him with eyes wide, heart fucking racing.

“Forgot his work keys.” Toji said, casually, and your hand is on your chest, as you struggle to make sure it doesn’t just fall out.

“Fuck, too close. We’re… we can’t.” You turn then, walking toward your room, and he stops you, hand surrounding your little wrist, and you pause, as his body is hard against your back.

“Sure we can, just gotta be careful.” He kisses down the side of your neck, and you tilt your head, moaning, as he grabs your skirt, gripping it, pressing your ass agaisnt him and moaning. “Perfect fuckin body.”

“No…”

“No? Gotta show ya then, doll?” He whispers, tickling your ear with his hot breath, and you shiver. “Lick every pretty inch?”

“Toji…” You lean your head back, resting on his strong chest, and he reaches around, playing with your breasts again, plucking at the peaks, shooting pleasure down your tummy.

“Ya ready for your next lesson, girl?” You sigh, shaking your head, but he just laughs. “I’ll just eat that pussy again then.”

“Why? What’s in it for you?” He chuckles, sliding a hand to your tummy, pressing in on it.

“Think I didn’t cum eating ya out?” You blink in shock.

“What? How?”

“Easy, ya fuckin taste so good, and hearin’ ya say daddy? Cum so much. I cum alot by the way, hope you can swallow it all.”

You freeze, breasts heaving up and down as he just holds you like that, in the hall, gripping like he fucking owns you. And…

You want him to?

“So, whaddya want, doll?”

“I want to suck you off.” You manage to whine out, and he groans then, spinning you and cupping your face, messy kissing you, tongues battling for dominance for a pathetic moment, until he wins. He picks you up, and takes you to the guest room he’s staying in, shutting the door behind him.

He pushes you on the bed, and slides his grey sweatpants off, leaving him in fucking nothing , since apparently Toji just freeballs, and his thick, long cock smacks on his belly button, fucking huge. You stare at it in shock, blinking for a moment, trying to register it, how could it be that thick? How would you suck it, let alone, how would that fit in you?

Fuck.

“Like what ya see, little girl?” You gulp, struggling to form a coherent word, and then you have him in your hand, hot and thick, stroking up and down, once, twice. He hisses, tensing, and you look up at him, his eyes dark with lust.

“Tell me what to do…” You whisper, and he groans, taking your hand.

“Haven’t… played with one?” He bites the words out, you shake your head, and he exhales. “You’re such a goodie goodie.”

“Then I’ll stop.” You yank your hand back and he glares.

“It’s not a bad thing, doll. It’s just making everything fuckin hotter to me. Being your first.” You tremble, as for a moment he’s affectionate. “Spit on it.”

Never mind.

“What?” He grins, and you remember, oh, it’s Toji.

“Spit on it first, then move your hand up and down.” You sigh, spitting a bit, and he laughs at you. “So dainty.”

“Shut up.” You try again, spreading it, and his cock twitches in your hand, his own hands sliding your shirt up, revealing your breasts.

“Need to look at these pretty tits.” He plays with them, as you stroke him, you look up at him as you move, up and down his shaft. "That's it, doll," He murmurs, his voice low and raspy.

You lean forward, licking the white bead of precum leaking out of his girthy tip, and he sucks in his breath, now his hands are in your hair, pulling, urging you on with his moans. He tastes… good? Fuck. Salty a bit from sweat, but also… yummy… his pre cum is leaking again, so you suck it.

"Show Daddy how much ya want it, pretty girl.” You feel it, your tummy clenching as he strokes your hair, you move up and down, as he guides you down, deeper and deeper. “Want me to fuck this throat, doll?”

You lean back, with a loud pop, trembling. “What if I can’t?”

“If you take too much you’ll tap me three times. Got it?”

“Toji, do you actually use safe signals?”

He glares down at you, tall, imposing, sexy. “Of course I do. Don’t need ya fuckin fainting on me.”

It’s kinda sweet?

Is your bar low for Toji?

“Ready, doll?” You nod, and then you try to relax your throat, as he starts shoving his hard thick cock in your throat, over and over, so thick and deep. You struggle to breathe, adjusting your mouth to fit him. You feel yourself losing breath, falling into it, getting even wetter as you look up at him, seeing that lust in his fucking eyes.

You’re drooling all over his thick cock, breathing through your nose now, and he rams his cock so deep you gag, near throwing up, just as he eases out of you completely, grabbing your cheeks and squishing em. You tremble when he pushes your back on his bed, until your head is dangling off the edge.

“Wanna watch my cock in that pretty lil throat.” He moans, and you’re looking at him upside down, at his thick cock.

“Take your shirt off.” He laughs at that, then he does so, revealing his hard, thick muscular frame.

“Your turn.” He snatches your shirt off you, leaving you in your little pleated skirt, then he runs his hand over your tits again, caressing them. “Remember, tap me if it’s too much.”

You nod, opening your mouth wide eagerly, then he’s fucking your throat, groaning as he watches his cock outlining in your throat. Your eyes are watering, but you do your best, you want to be good for Toji, you want to make him feel good. It’s so fucked, but you can’t lie, you’re so horny right now you’re enjoying him inside you, suffocating you till there’s nothing left.

He’s groaning louder now, and you can feel your panties getting wetter, your pussy clenching around nothing, as he takes you, fucks your mouth over and over, and you realize you’re really enjoying it. You moan around his cock, and his abs flex as he fucks your throat so good, until you’re gagging again, strangled.

“Tight lil throat feels so good, fuck, doll.”

You like it. You like it a lot. Huh…

“Feel so fuckin perfect, such a good girl f’me.”

You’re panting at his words, at his cock wrecking you, and your eyes squeezed shut, his hands are tight in your hair, holding your head down, keeping you in place, as he uses your mouth like it’s your pussy. It’s almost too much, but you keep going, keep taking his cock, and he’s fucking groaning, yanking your skirt up your hips and scrunching it up, bending over you.

He pulls out suddenly, and you’re coughing, holding your throat, it’s on fire now, his thick cock has wrecked it. “Take off the skirt, doll, now.”

“You didn’t cum yet?” You murmur, voice hoarse, he smiles as he helps you sit up, you’re weak as fuck.

“Take it off, girl. Now.” You unzip it with shaky hands. “Panties too.”

You do as he asks, they’re so sticky you gotta peel 'em off, trembling, then he has you back down. “T-Toji… am I doing okay?”

He caresses your face with his big hands, positioning your head back again. “You’re fuckin’ perfect doll.”

You moan under the praise, then he’s fucking your throat again, harder this time, and you feel his cock swell, his grip on your hair tightens, and you know he’s about to cum.

“You’re gonna take it all, aren’t ya, like a good girl?”

You make a strangled moan, jaw aching as you take his cock, tears streaming down your face, and then he’s letting go, spurts of hot cum shooting down your throat now, so much. You swallow, choking and coughing around it, but it’s so hot, he’s filling you up so much. And he keeps going, keeps pushing until he’s empty, bottoming out.

His moans are shaky, when he pulls out, and you’re coughing, choking, gasping for air, and he’s smiling down at you, his cock still out, helping you sit up finally. You look up at him, tears on your face, and he wipes them away gently.

“You alright doll?”

You nod, holding your throat, it hurts like fuck, but… you just swallowed Toji’s cum. And it was so…

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry.” He murmurs, wiping your hot sticky tears, rubbing your sore neck gently. “Such a good girl, took it all f’me.”

“Hurts…” You manage and he sighs, kissing you then, tasting his own cum on you, then he’s grabbing you, your naked body, kissing down the throat he’d just cum inside.

“Did s’good, ma. S’good.” He keeps praising you, and it thrills you, before he’s flipped you, on your tummy, yanking your hips up. “Time for me to make ya feel good, little doll. Earned it.”

He spreads your legs wide, his mouth watering as he stares at your pussy. You're so wet, you can feel it dripping down your thighs, making a mess on the clean sheets. You whine as you grip the sheets under you in tight fists as he strokes his fingers on your slick heat.

“Got this fuckin wet just sucking me off?” He groans out the words, and grabs your ass cheeks, smacking one, then the other, making you gasp, crying out in pleasure.

“Y-yeah.” Is all you manage.

“Gonna be a perfect slut f’me aren’t ya?”

“Perfect slut… for you… yes. Yes .”

Toji Fushiguro leans in, his breath hot against your skin, and you can't help but moan in anticipation. “Such a good girl. Let Daddy taste that sweet little pussy of yours, would ya doll?”

“ Please… ” He smacks your cunt now, and you wiggle, as it stings so fucking good. “ Please, Daddy.”

And then he's there, his tongue sliding over your clit, his teeth grazing your sensitive flesh before he’s nipping it, and you scream, burying your face in the bed, the sensation hitting so hard. Then, he’s got your lips spread, and he’s shoving his tongue in so deep, it’s so fucking long you can’t take it, as it pushes it’s way into your tight entrance.

“Ah, fuck! S’good Tojii…” You manage to mumble, and he’s moaning against your cunt, against your sensitive clit, hands gripping the fuck out of your ass, until he’s sliding his tongue up there to your little ass hole now, and you tense, as he���s slathering it too, until he’s back against your cunt, shoving his whole face against you.

You’re struggling to stay on this earth as he’s fingering you, two thick fingers, shoving past your gummy walls and that tight ring, he's groaning as you pulse around them.

“Yeah, girl, fuckin soak me. Tight little perfect cunt.” He’s urging you on with his words, and you’re starting to tense, feeling it hit you. “That’s it, cum f’me, lil perfect slut, aren’t ya? Slut for Toji.”

“Fuck!” You scream now, hips jerking up, cumming all around his fingers and then you just say… “Fuck me, please, please.”

He pauses, easing fingers out of you then, you hear his heavy breaths mixing with yours. “Beggin for me, lil slut?”

“Shut up and fuck me. Do it.” He groans, flipping you on your back then, coming to lay on top of you, chest pressing heavy on your breasts. You grip his shoulders, arching your hips up, he shoves them down. “Thought you wanted to fuck me?”

“Your first time, need to be worked up y’know.” You giggle then, brushing his sweaty dark hair back, and he closes his eyes at it.

“Are you being caring, Toji?” He blinks for a moment, then glares.

“I wouldn’t wanna fuckin hurt you the first time, no. You’re… fuck me… you’re too special you know.” You suck in a breath, and then he sighs, clearly irritated with the turn of the conversation.

“I’m… special?” You asked, eyes wide, this was Toji, right?

Right?

“You’re tiny too, doll. Notice how huge I am?” You nod, rising up again, and you feel him, hard and thick on your thigh. Your hand reaches down to stroke him, and he’s groaning at your gentle tugs.

“So what, tomorrow?” You tease, and he smirks down at you.

“If you’re a good girl f’me. Yeah, tomorrow. But… question.”

“Hmm?”

“Ya on the pill? Because I really wanna cum in that pussy.” You flush, covering your face and letting him go, and he laughs. “I mean, I’ll cum in there anyway, but you ready for a kid?”

“You’re so full of shit! You would not even!”

“You’d be hot as fuck pregnant, doll.” He presses on your tummy, and you hiss. “Can’t wait to feel my cock up here. Oh fuck, horny again, lil slut?”

“Shut up.” You’re gasping then, as he leans up and smacks your face, not hard, but enough to jolt you, and you’re soaking his thigh, shoved between your legs.

“Freak, fuckin liked that?”

“Sure fuckin did. Do it again Daddy .” He moans, smacking your other cheek, and you know he’s being easy. “Why don’t you fuck me already?”

“Should shove this cock in ya, make ya scream. But no, you can wait, slutty fuckin brat.” You glare then, shoving up at him.

“Then don’t!”

“Oh, I will soon.” He’s shoving two fingers in you again, finding that spot that makes you gush, wetness all over his hand. “Baby girl need to cum again?”

You gulp, nodding, and he’s kissing you, brutal, rough, biting your lower lip and shoving his fingers into you, you’re crying out. “Fuck me, please , Toji.”

“Goddammit, demanding brat. Fuck.” He’s at your entrance now, glaring down with those blown out eyes, pupils so dilated, face all red. “I’m tryna be like a gentleman and shit.”

“You just fucked my throat, Toji.” He snorts then, and you laugh too. “Fuck my pussy then.”

“Wanna make you beg more for it. I’ll wait. But…” He strokes against you, thick hot tip up and down, until it’s on your clit, and you’re twitching.

“Fucking tease, Toji. Unh!” He grins down at you.

“So pretty fuckin begging for me, nah you can wait, doll. Fuck, your wet little cunt feels so goddamn good though.” He shuts his eyes, brows lowering, as he groans, stroking your little clit, which is soaked.

“Cumming…. Ugh… fuck me please… ” You’re a whole stupid mess for him, cunt throbbing, soaking his tip.

“Pathetic, fuckin beggin’ like a whore, huh?” You attempt a glare, but then you’re losing it as he continues that friction on your clit, his precum oozing on your tip.

“Fuck you, Old…. man… ah!” He groans, then as you start cumming, he pulls back, stroking his cock in front of you, hunched over, muscles taut, his face screwed in concentration as he looks at your naked body.

“Gonna cum all over that perfect fucking body, filled out so good, didn’t you lil doll?”

Fuck he’s awful.

Fuck he’s hot.

As he jerks himself off he yanks your hand down, shoving your fingers on your own clit, puffy and oversensitive, feeling how sticky and messy you are. You play with yourself, as he plays with his thick cock, moaning over you, and you’re crying out, arching your hips.

“Want it, doll? Me to paint you all over like a lil slut?” You nod, uncaring of whatever the fuck he said, you want it, you want him. “Then cum f’me first.”

“Mmm… fine… unh… Toji!” You’re screaming now, praying your dad wouldn’t just randomly come home, because you were stupid loud, as you cum all over your fingers, and he watches you, hungry, lustful.

“Good girl, good girl.” He cooes, and then he’s moaning, cumming for the second time, so fucking much, cumming all over your wide spread thighs, your glistening pussy, up to your tummy and your belly button.

You lay there, breasts heaving, as he starts spreading the sticky white liquid all over you, like he’s painting you, then he’s shoving two fingers in your mouth, ordering you to swallow more of his cum. You moan, sucking on them, then he’s kissing you, licking your lips, groaning.

“Need me to clean ya, doll?” He murmurs, and you just nod, helpless to him. “Look at you, so eager for it. You’re going to be the best little slut, aren’t ya?”

He’s kissing down your body, confusing you, as you half expected him to like get a washcloth or something? But no. Toji Fushiguro is down between your thighs, licking up the mess there, his own cum, and yours, moaning against your overstimulated little pussy.

“Toji! Fuck!” He groans, shoving his face against you, inhaling you, like he can’t get enough.

“You and me taste so fuckin good together, doll.” He groans, sucking up more of his sticky cum, then he’s back to eating your pussy, and you can’t take it, you grab his hair and try to yank him off.

“Too much, too much! Please… can’t!” He laughs, looking up and licking his lips, his lips and chin are soaked again.

“Gotta work on this stamina if you want this cock to wreck this lil cunt here.” He kisses it, loudly, then starts slurping up more. “Cum on my face again, doll. Let me drink more of ya. Ya taste so good, baby.”

“Toji…” You’re whining now, but you let him start sucking his cum clean off you, while the cum on your tummy he’s spreading around, till your whole body is covered in it, in Toji’s white ropes, as he’s flicking that little clit. He’s sucking on it, moaning, and you start to fall apart again . “Hurts! T’much… Toji!”

“Daddy.” He corrects, biting your clit again, and you gasp, arching your hips up for more of it, more of the ridiculous feelings.

“Daddy! Cumming!” He groans, looking up at you again, hands sliding up to grip your tits, making them sticky too, and your orgasm hits you again. This time you can’t see, when he’s vibrating that clit with his moans, your ears start ringing, and you feel like you’re so dizzy, like you’re gonna fall, clinging to his hair.

He drinks you up, along with the last remnants of his cum, pushing you past your orgasm to another, until you’re delirious, head lolling back, drool pooling, and he pushes you so hard you can’t see. He’s finally easing off when you gush cum all over his face, as he’s lapped you all clean, sliding up you, holding your face.

“That cock drunk face, beautiful.” He whispers, kissing you, and you taste yourself, taste his cum, taste his lips. You’re crying again, you realize, when he swipes them away. “Ya alright doll?”

You nod, shaky, gasping a bit for a breath. “Never… cum… s’much. That was… alot. Fuck.” He grins then, kissing down your jaw.

“Rest up a lil, doll. Your dad and Mei will be busy tonight, and I’m not done with ya just yet.” You shiver at that.

“Gonna fuck me?” He laughs, shaking his head.

“How are you a cock thirsty virgin? This only because of me, huh?” You flush bright red, looking down, then he exhales, tense on top of you, tilting your chin up. “Just f’me doll?”

You nod, shy suddenly, like he hadn’t just been fucking your throat, cumming all over your body, face buried in your cunt. “Yeah, just for you Toji.”

He kisses you, pulling you close, sighing into your mouth. “When I do fuck ya, doll, you’ll never want anyone else.”

“How the fuck will that work? Like…”

He just grins. “Take a nap, doll.”

You sigh, going to get up, but he picks you up, handing you your clothes, you get dressed, shaky, he has to help you. You sigh, standing on wobbly legs, and he laughs as he looks down at you, making you glare.

“Don’t tell me what to do, old man.” You yawn, and he’s laughing now, and for a moment, it’s comfy, when he pulls you against him, wrapping his thick, muscled arms around your little body.

“Be a good girl f’me, get some sleep. Stamina doll.” You sigh, then shove off him, acting like you didn’t wanna stay in his arms. “Oh… one thing.”

You pause at the door, about to walk out, he tilts your chin up. “What is it, old man?”

“Never liked getting my dick sucked like that. Best mouth…” He rubs a fingertip across your lower lip, and your tummy flutters.

Fuck.

“Tightest throat…” He wraps a hand around your neck then, not squeezing, caressing, studying you like a predator.

“Toji…”

“Those moans? So fuckin good.” He presses up, making your chin shove up now, facing him as he bends down.

“Toji… I…” He kisses you again, and you just sigh against his lips.

“Nap, doll. I need to feel you cummin on me soon.”

He smacks your ass, and you’re struggling to walk to your room, so irritated, so horny, so spent, so confused… so…

What the fuck was even happening?

You lay on your bed, wondering how dare he tell you to take a nap, like you’re some little kid? But…

You pass out.

Dreaming of Toji.

Toji’s cock in you, specifically.

Fuck….

Chapter 3

Also on Ao3:

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[tobesolonely]

Y/N and Harry are expecting a baby, and they’re both very impatient.

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“I just don't think we need three different kinds of bottle warmers, love.” 

Y/N looks at her husband looking down at the half-full cart that’s now one bottle warmer fuller. According to every baby blog and “new mom” website she scoured, bottle warmers were a must-have. However, there was no general consensus on the best one. Y/N didn't really see any other option but to try a ton. (Besides, it's not like he couldn’t afford it.)

“Then tell me which one’s the best.” 

Harry's eyebrows wrinkle in confusion. “How would I know which bottle warmer is the best?” 

“How would I know?” 

He opens his mouth to quip back but can't think of anything to say because once again she's right. How would she know?

“Ok, darling,” he resumes pushing the cart through the aisle with a defeated sigh. “You're right.”

A credit card swipe and a short 15-minute car ride later they’re home, depositing all their recent purchases in the half-complete nursery. It was nearly stuffed to the brim with clothes and instructions for toys Harry began assembling but never completed and baby wipes and strollers and now, three different types of bottle warmers that it was a little overwhelming. The good kind, though. 

By the time they finish that, they’re knackered, sprawled out on the couch with the tv playing lowly in the background.

“How does stir fry sound for dinner?” Harry absentmindedly traces over her plush thighs with the pads of his fingers while he seeks her approval. “I don’t think those bell peppers in the fridge have got much longer.”

“Mmm, sounds good,” she cranes her neck up to look at him, not wanting to leave her position on his chest. “Not too spicy, please. I can’t handle it right now.”

“I know, love.”

Y/N knows Harry knows, but she still reminds him anyway. He gently helps her up and guides her to the kitchen, lifting her up on the counter so she could cut up the vegetables while he stood at the stove and cooked the chicken. He’s about to sprinkle a generous amount of red pepper flakes atop the chicken when he remembers her polite request that he doesn't make it too spicy and he sets it down, deciding he’ll add it to his own portion separately.

“I think these are all chopped up.” 

Harry hums and walks over to where Y/N is positioned on the counter to inspect her handy work. Most everything she knows in the kitchen she learned from Harry, and he definitely still teases her about her skills with a knife. At least she tries! 

While the look on Harry’s face tells her he thinks her chopping skills look like that of a ten-year-old, all he says is, “Looks great, darling! You’re so helpful.” (The pregnancy has made Y/N more sensitive than usual and Harry knows she's liable to cry over the tiniest things so he’s been extra sweet to her)

With the chicken now simmering on low, Harry adds the vegetables to the dish and adds a bit of water to help soften it faster, making sure to add a generous amount of seasoning. Y/N appreciated this because she wasn't the biggest fan of vegetables (especially peas and broccoli, which Harry coincidentally loved) so whatever he did to make them even the tiniest bit tastier was helpful.

Twenty minutes later they're enjoying dinner, bowls filled with heaping piles of steaming rice and chicken-veggie stir-fry. Harry stands in between Y/N's legs while she’s sitting on the counter (occasionally giving her bites of his food even though they’re eating the exact same thing).

“Who taught you how to be such a good cook?” Y/N randomly questions in between a mouthful of food. She knows the answer is Anne, but she just likes stroking Harry’s ego sometimes.

“My mum,” he answers. “And lots of practice. I could teach you…”

“I’d rather not.” 

Harry chuckles at his wife’s hatred for cooking. “Luckily for you, it brings me great pleasure to cook for beautiful women,” Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “I mean you. My beautiful woman. Don't give me that look.”

“Are you gonna make baby food from scratch, too?”

Harry raises his eyebrows in consideration, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of Y/N’s nose. “There’s a thought… hadn’t even thought about that. I can do that.”

“I mean, you did say you love cooking for beautiful women.”

“I do,” Harry smiles at his wife for a few moments before the look on his face changes to one of accusation. “Are you trying to tell me something? Did you look?”

“Okay listen, I may have taken a tiny peek at the monitor when we were at the check-up on Tuesday…”

“Y/N!”

“I couldn’t help myself, Harry! I don’t know how you haven’t been going crazy over it,” she absentmindedly rests her hand on her stomach. “If I didn’t know I’d probably be so annoying right now.”

“That’s true. I’m sure you would be.”

Y/N playfully reprimands Harry by swatting his bicep. “You love how annoying I am. It’s why you married me. You said it in your vows, remember? There’s no going back now.”

Harry kisses the side of Y/N’s neck, then travels up to the sweet spot right below her ear before moving to the apples of her cheeks and then finally, her soft lips. “I wouldn’t dream of going back on it. Tell me more about this baby girl we’re having, since you like to ruin surprises.”

“I can’t help my wandering eyes!”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Harry responds sarcastically. “Are we telling people?”

“I think it’ll be fun if we kept it our little secret,” she reaches up to play with the curls at the nape of Harry’s neck. “Maybe we’ll tell your mum and mine. We’ll see.”

“You’re right,” his hand travels up the back of Y/N's shirt. She shivers at the feeling of his cool rings against her warm back, “Instagram post instead?”

“Harry!”

“I’m joking, love!”

“Help me down from here. My butt’s numb.”

“Have you been thinking of names while you’ve gone all this time knowing without me?” Harry easily lifts her off the counter, not removing his hands from her waist even once she’s steady on her feet.

“H, it’s only been two days.” 

“Two days longer than I’ve known,” he bends down just enough to ghost his lips over yours. “Come sit on my lap. Let’s brainstorm.”

Harry gently guides her toward the direction of the living room, plopping down first on the couch so he could pull her into his lap. There was no other place Harry preferred Y/N to be than in his lap whenever he was around her. 

“Are you upset that I peeked when we were supposed to wait?”

His eyes soften. “Of course ‘m not mad. I guess since we’re being honest I may as well admit that I took a peek, too.”

“Harry! Why were you gonna let me think I was the only impatient one?”

“You’re just easy to mess with,” he pulls her flush against his body. “I was gonna see how long I could keep it up, but I can’t do it anymore. I feel too bad.”

“When did you peek?”

“Right after you did.”

Y/N lets out a dramatic gasp, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “You saw me? I thought I was being sneaky!”

“I’m sorry to say you’re not as sneaky as you think you are,” he fiddles with the strap of her tank top, pushing it down her arm slowly. “I admire the effort though - it’s very cute, love.”

“Thank you,” Y/N cocks her head to the side. “Are you happy? That we’re having a girl?”

“Y/N, I’m so happy that I don’t think I can properly put into words how I’m feeling,” his hands travel along her back. “I’m even happier I’m having a baby with you. I don’t care about anything but having a healthy baby with you.”

“H, you’re gonna make me cry,” Y/N says dramatically, a small pout on her chapped lips. “You’re very cheesy - I love you so much. How did I get so lucky?”

“Would you believe me if I said I asked myself that same question every day when I wake up beside you?” Harry taps her on her side. “C’mon, up you go.”

Y/N lets out a little groan. “Why? I just got comfortable. Your lap is the best seat in the house.”

“Wanna show you how much I love you and how happy I am that you’re giving me a baby girl,” Y/N’s eyes widen as she scrambles off her husbands lap and onto the empty space beside him, legs folding beneath her. “Can I have a taste?”

“I thought we were discussing baby names?” Y/N jokes.

“I think we should do this first,” Harry drops to his knees, “Turn around f’me, darling- on your knees- yeah, just like that,” and immediately attaches his mouth to her clit, giving a firm suck. He quickly moves to her slit and licks up it, collecting her wetness on his tongue. Y/N can tell by his quick pace and sloppy licks that he's feeling plain desperate, and she momentarily wonders to herself how long he's been in this type of mood. 

Almost as if he's read her mind, Harry pulls back and says, “Been wanting to get in between these pretty thighs since we were comparing all those bloody bottle warmers at the store…” before diving back in. She turns to watch as he pokes and prods at her holes with the tip of his tongue, working faster the heavier she begins to breathe. His palm rests on her ass cheek, which also aids in keeping her spread open for him. Harry places three pecks on her clit before removing his mouth from her core just long enough to turn her around so her bottom was on the couch instead.

Harry hooks his right arm under Y/N’s left leg and throws it over his shoulder, using two fingers to rub over her clit. He lowers his head back down and attaches his lips to her bud again, looking up through his lashes at her. Y/N uses her shoulders to support her body weight, using one hand to lift her tank top and tweak her nipples while the other tangles in Harry’s curls. His tongue flicks back and forth over her clit as he locks eyes with her before sticking his middle finger in his mouth and inserting it in her heat.

“Harry, I love you,” Y/N tells her husband breathlessly, voice filled with lust. “I love you so much. I’m so- oh!” 

She lets out a sharp gasp once Harry adds two more fingers in one swift push, easily accommodating to fit his digits. His fingers burn in the best way possible, and she can’t wait to feel his cock. The whole time Harry’s fingering Y/N he’s giving her sweet praises–telling her she always opens up so well for him, that she get so fucking wet, that she tastes sweeter and better than the finest desserts. It’s nearly too much.

“I can’t put into words how much I love you,” Harry whispers as he relentlessly curls his three fingers up over and over again to stimulate that spongy spot deep inside of her. “I want you to cum for me, my love. Cum for me so I can get inside you, hm? Can you do that for me?”

Y/N’s mouth falls open in a silent scream as she releases all over Harry’s fingers, clenching so tightly around him that he has to tell her to relax so he can comfortably pull them out. 

“S’fuckin’ tight…” he mutters moreso to himself, pulling his joggers and boxers down to his ankles in one swift go. “All mine?”

“All yours,” she responds so quickly she nearly sounds pathetic. “Please, H. Just give it to me please-”

Harry pushes Y/N up and back onto the couch so her back is against the armrest. “Comfortable?”

Y/N’s heart swells a tiny bit at her husbands concern for her comfort even when he was having her in such a filthy state. “Very. Please fuck me.”

Harry slips himself inside Y/N’s warm heat, letting out a quiet groan of relief at the feeling. Y/N whimpers and locks her legs around Harry and he takes that as his cue to move. He slides out nearly all the way before slamming his hips back inside her, grunting loudy in pleasure.

“That’s a good girl…just take it, darling,” he snaps his hips quickly into her, skin slapping against skin. “Lay there and take it like a good girl…My good girl…”

Tiny moans esacpe Y/N’s mouth and she doesn’t try to suppress them in the slightest, wanting her husband to hear how good he was making her feel. He always made her feel good, always put her pleasure first.

“My clit, p-please,” Y/N stutters out, reaching for Harry’s hand so she can place it at her core. Harry places his hand at her core and begins rubbing in hard, tight circles, knowing exactly how to stroke Y/N to bring her to her release.

“Tell me how good it feels.”

“So, so good. Gonna cum, H,” Y/N moans, bucking her hips up so they meet Harry’s. “Don’t stop H, please don’t stop!”

“Yeah? You’re there, angel?” his thrusts become impossibly faster. “Me too, baby. You first. Cum for me, Y/N.”

Y/N orgasms for the second time that night, waves of pleasure washing over her body that satisfy her in the best way possible. Harry’s not far behind her - his hips stutter to a stop before he lays his weight on top of her and cums, being mindful not to lay directly atop her bump.

The couple lay in silence for what feels like ages, basking in the afterglow of their sex and orgasms. Harry places a chaste kiss to the top of Y/N’s head before gently untangling himself from her, already thinking about which bath bomb he wanted to use when he went upstairs to run her a bath in a moment. 

“So, about those baby names…”

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a while ago you shared your rice onions bell peppers chicken recipe as your go to meal and i made it last night and it was amazing!!! tysm for sharing it. do you have any other chicken recipes that can be made in a wok/kadhai? I don’t have an oven so I was pleasantly surprised to make sth that actually tasted good and not just sth i whip up for sustenance 😅

Yeah for sure. I rarely use the oven when I’m cooking dinner, I do pretty much everything on the stovetop in a wok or frying pan. It's faster and gives me more control.

I think the best thing you can do is learn basic techniques. Once you have the basics down, you don't need a recipe to whip up a quick weekday dinner. You can just cook whatever you feel like cooking, with whatever's in your kitchen: whatever cut of meat, whatever veggies, whatever spices in your pantry.

99% of what I do is just the same basic techniques with different seasoning profiles, veggie sides, and carbs (rice, flatbread, potatoes, noodles).

Here are 4 things to do with chicken in a wok.

Dry Rub + Saute

The easiest and fastest. Simply make a spice mix, massage it into every nook and cranny of the meat (whole or chopped, either way), let it sit for a bit while you get other stuff ready and heat the pan (ideally you'd let it rest in the fridge for a few hours, but it's not necessary), then saute in oil.

The spice mix can be whatever you want (or a premade one, who cares). It's honestly hard to find a combination of random herbs and spices that doesn't taste good. After all, the basis of all cuisine is "doing stuff with whatever we have around," and I've never met a cuisine I didn't like. My go-to spice mix is 1 spoonful brown sugar plus roughly equal parts (1-2 tsp each) paprika, garlic powder, onion powder, chili or cayenne powder, salt, black pepper, plus 1-2 dried herbs. (Basically Cajun spice mix.)

How to saute (it's one of those things that everyone just assumes you know how to do, but maybe you don't!): First, heat wok over high/medium-high heat. You know the wok is nice and hot when you flick a couple drops of water in there and they instantly evaporate. Then, drizzle in enough oil to give the bottom of the wok a solid unbroken sheen. Swirl the pan so the oil coats the whole bottom. Watch the oil. When the surface is shimmering/trembling (should be very quick if your pan is already hot), it's ready. Carefully add your chopped meat or veggies in a single layer--don't overcrowd the pan, the meat will steam instead of brown. Let the meat sizzle untouched for like 2-3 minutes, then flip to brown the other side. You don't need to constantly stir or toss--that just lengthens your cooking time because the meat isn't touching the pan long enough to brown. That's how you get tough chicken! For chopped chicken, 6-7 minutes of pan-touching is plenty of time to cook through.

Marinate + Saute

Same thing as a dry rub, just wet. There are lots of ways to marinate chicken. The thing to remember is marinade = acid. Acid breaks down proteins, which tenderizes the chicken/meat.

Typical marinade acids: lemon juice, vinegar, soy sauce, buttermilk, yogurt. Simply pick one and build the rest of the marinade around it. If you use something very acidic, like lemon juice or vinegar, you'll want to balance it with fat: roughly equal parts lemon juice and olive oil. For soy sauce, it's really salty, so you'll want to balance it with something sweet: honey, brown sugar (i.e. teriyaki). Buttermilk and yogurt are great bases for a spice mix--think US Southern buttermilk fried chicken, or Indian yogurt marinades.

Once you have a balanced base, you can add whatever herbs and spices you want. Then just make sure all the meat is coated in marinade, cover, and chill in the fridge for a few hours. Then saute as usual (though you might want to use a little bit more oil to avoid bits of marinade sticking and burning).

Curry

Very easy and delicious. There are 1 million kinds of curry. This is just me but I think of it as a spectrum from thin to thick. "Thin" would be like Japanese or Thai style, where the base is primarily broth or stock (sometimes with coconut milk/cream) thickened or flavored with roux or curry paste. "Thick" would be like certain types of Indian curry, like makhani style with the blended tomato-onion base, or yogurt base, or creamy cashew/peanut/etc. base.

The main building blocks are gonna be onion, garlic, ginger. Then spices and other seasonings, obviously depending on what kind of curry you're making: curry powder, garam masala, lemongrass paste, cumin, coriander, cardamom, chili, mustard, cinnamon, cloves, turmeric, etc.

If you are making "thin" style, you might want to make a roux. A roux is just equal parts fat and flour cooked in a pan.

How to make roux: 1/4 cup flour, 1/4 cup butter. Melt butter in pan, add flour, stir constantly over medium-low heat until desired color. Light roux = cook 5 min just until blond/golden, use for white sauces like bechamel. Brown roux = cook until caramel color, use for curries and soups. Dark roux = cook until deep chocolate brown, use for gumbo or jambalaya (mostly for flavor, not thickening).

To make roux for a curry, make a light or brown roux and add curry spices near the end. Let it fry for 1 minute or so to bloom the spices. Remove from pan and set aside to cool.

Another way of thickening curry is to cook chopped or diced onion until softened, then sprinkle on 2-3 Tbsp of flour + whatever spices you're using and stir for 1 minute or so to cook the flour and bloom the spices. Then add liquid.

3 basic curry methods:

Japanese style. Make curry roux. Heat oil in a wok. Add chopped onion and cook until softened. Stir in minced garlic and ginger (or ginger-garlic paste). Add chopped chicken and cook, stirring, until white on the outside. Add 4 cups chicken stock. Add chopped carrots and potatoes. Season with soy sauce, honey, etc. Simmer 15-20 minutes, uncovered, until chicken is cooked and veg is softened. Take 1 ladleful of cooking liquid and whisk into your roux until smooth. Stir that mixture back into your curry. Simmer, stirring, 5-10 minutes until thickened.

Thai style. Heat oil in a wok. Add curry paste or ginger/garlic/lemongrass paste + curry spice mix and fry 1 minute to bloom. Add 2-3 cups stock a little at a time, whisking, to avoid lumps. Add chopped chicken, onion, potato, whatever else you want, plus 1 can coconut milk/cream. Season with fish sauce, tamarind, sugar, etc. Simmer 15-20 minutes, uncovered, until chicken is cooked and veg is softened.

Indian tomato-base style. Marinate chopped chicken in yogurt marinade with curry spices for a few hours. Heat oil in a wok. Add minced garlic and ginger (or ginger-garlic paste) and curry spices. Fry 1 minute to bloom. Add chopped onion (and bell pepper if you want) and stir together. Add 1 x 28oz can tomato puree. Cook, stirring, 5 or so minutes until slightly darkened. Carefully transfer to a blender and blend until smooth. Transfer back to pan. Add 1 can coconut milk/cream or 1ish cups heavy cream. Simmer 30-40 minutes. Meanwhile, in a separate pan, sear chicken on both sides just until browned and caramelized. Add to curry and cook for 10 minutes until cooked through.

All of these are very hard to fuck up, since they're so similar to soup. Pick a style, pick some spices, go for it.

Finally,

Stir Fry

Who doesn't love stir fry, the world's most versatile food. "Stir fry" as a technique is different from "saute" in that it uses a bit more oil and a slightly lower heat, so there's a slightly longer cook time. (And you're stirring more.) For stir fry, you'll want to velvet your chicken to make it super tender and juicy. Otherwise, all you're doing is making a stir fry sauce and then cooking chicken and veggies in stages.

To make a stir fry sauce: The equation is: Water + fat + balance of sweet, salt, spice, sour + thickener. My go-to is like 1/3ish cup water + 1-2 Tbsp sesame oil + brown sugar, soy sauce, hot sauce, lemon juice or rice vinegar + 1 Tbsp cornstarch mixed with 1 Tbsp water to create a cornstarch slurry. Just mix everything together and set aside. Then saute your chicken first, remove from pan. Add your veg to the pan in stages depending on how long they take to cook: first something like broccoli or carrot, cook for a few minutes, then onion and pepper, then minced garlic and ginger at the very end (garlic burns easily). Add your chicken back in, give a stir, pour your sauce in, give it a stir, done.

Good god this got long. Sorry. Work was slow today so what else am I gonna do.

Anyway, hope this helps! These 4 basic things, in combination with the wide world of seasonings, can create infinite easy meals. Let me know if you try anything. Good luck!

[whentherewerebicycles]

top 10 things i cooked in 2023

this year i made 104 unique recipes (plus lots of duplicates when i liked something enough to make it multiple times). the places i went to most for recipes were feasting at home + the NYT recipes app, although i very much liked the weekday vegetarians, love and lemons, cookie & kate, nora cooks, and the foodie takes flight.

my top 10, in no particular order:

NYT ricotta pasta with roasted broccoli and crispy chickpeas (super simple but a great yummy pasta to make real quick for friends. I roasted the broccoli instead of broiling and added lots of extra lemon zest, garlic, red pepper flakes, and a tray of oven-roasted chickpeas)

moroccan vegetable tagine (i blended a bunch of recipes but the one linked was my starting point. this is the one form i like butternut squash in lol. modifications: i went heavy on all the spices but especially the cinnamon and cardamom, added chopped dried apricots to the stew for extra sweetness, and threw in a bunch of extra veggies. yum)

indian-ish nachos with cheddar, black beans and chutney (do NOT skip the multiple chutneys and sauces. it will seem like too much work you will say can't i just make one and be done with it but those sauces are where the magic lies. the great tragedy of these nachos is that i wanted to eat them for DAYS but they do not reheat well. but godddd they were good)

ottolenghi's green pancakes with lime butter (these are SO easy. great for brunch but also make delicious additions to your lunch for a couple days after. also it's a perfect way to eat a pound of spinach and feel very virtuous about it when really you just ate delicious jalapeno-y scallion pancakes. the lime butter is great but it's a lot of work so i usually just top these with some sour cream mixed with a lil bit of lime zest & lime juice)

cauliflower shawarma with spicy tahini sauce (YUM! the tahini sauce as written was too bitter for me with the cholula mixed in. i think i'd try it with sriracha next time so it was a little sweeter. i also added chickpeas yum)

roasted cauliflower daal with chickpeas (my notes say this was "OUTTA THIS WORLD DELICIOUS" but also note that it will "really clean you out GI-wise" lol. lentils always have that effect on me though so ymmv. i added bell pepper, roasted the cauliflower first, cooked the lentils most of the way soft in the rice cooker instead of on the stove, and added two chopped serrano peppers with seeds to give it a lil extra kick. i would recommend halving the recipe if you are cooking for one as there were TONS of leftovers and my GI system could not handle being cleansed that many times lol)

pasta with corn, tomatoes, "onion-bacon," and basil (this method of preparing onions really should not taste like bacon and yet it sort of does????? this was a summer recipe i made multiple times for a range of audiences and it was a hit every time. originally from the weekday vegetarians)

creamy corn pasta (THIS HAS NO RIGHT BEING AS GOOD AS IT IS. IT'S SO SIMPLE AND YET IT'S THE BEST THING I'VE EVER TASTED I COULD EAT IT FOR DAYS. WE ATE IT ALL SUMMER)

ottolenghi's very full roasted veggie tart (it will take you hours to make and no time at all to consume but oh my god it's so good and SUCH a satisfying way to spend a long weekend afternoon. liz and i loved this so much we had to have a serious sitdown to discuss how we would divvy up the leftovers because we felt it could seriously damage our friendship if one of us ate all of it)

bombay burritos (the little sauces and things take a long time to make but you can prep a lot of the stuff a day or two in advance and gosh these are so tasty!! the curried mashed potatoes YUM)

honorable mentions:

ottolenghi's mango soba noodles (skip the eggplant i'd do tofu or something instead)

braised tofu with basil (i made this with a veggie-loaded stir fry and topped it with a fried egg)

this carrot cake (it took forever to make but it was the best carrot cake i've ever had and the only thing i'll ever make on my bday from here on out). she also has a pumpkin cake recipe that is so good and much simpler to make (no grating required)

momofuku's ginger scallion tofu with crispy coconut rice (the recipe is for a shrimp version but we made it with tofu and it was very yummy. i made this at a friend's house and it was so good i wanted to ask to take home some of the leftovers but decided that was too rude ahaha)

and then of course i gotta give a shoutout to my #1 comfort foods this year, SHAKSHUKA (my beloved) + a caprese sandwich with balsamic glaze served on really good bread.

[transactinides]

i'm super bad at cooking and never know where to start because every recipe out there asks for ingredients i simply don't have at home so do you perhaps know what basic ones would be good to stock up on? like eggs and stuff...especially when it comes to spices i have no idea what is okay to use

Haii o/ very honored that you sent me an ask, and ofc I’ll do my best to help! This reply got a bit out of hand so. Long text under the cut. Behold. Feel free to reach out in asks or dms or whatever with any future questions (@ everyone tbh).

Food is, of course, very subjective, so my idea of a perfect list of foods to keep a stock of will not be universal, but I hope this will, at least, give you some ideas if anything. 

First of all, I usually mentally break down my typical weekday recipe into vaguely carbs source - protein source - veggies, buy a couple of options for each category and just switch them around for variety. My standard set is

rice / pasta (usually spaghetti re:shapes) / glass noodles

eggs / chicken / tofu / bacon

random pack of frozen vegetables, bell peppers, eggplants, tomatoes, cucumbers, leafy greens. garlic and onions too

I have an option of making egg fried rice with chopped up bacon and added frozen vegetables one day, then blending the leftover vegetables with bell peppers and tomatoes to use as pasta sauce with chicken and spaghetti the next day, then branching out and making eggplant tofu stir fry with glass noodles, then using whatever eggplant tofu stir fry i had left as rice balls filling and making myself a quick vegetable salad on the side… And all those things are easy to make and don’t need much fussing around. 

Other options to consider would be potatoes (you can roast them with whatever, boil, fry, etc), buckwheat (my wife doesn’t like it otherwise I’d use it more often), kidney beans and chickpeas for your carbs*; fish and meat for your proteins (those are. a bit too expensive for me usually); carrots, cabbage, leeks etc. 

The list looks long, but, again, you just need to pick out a couple of things from each group and throw shit in a pan so to speak. And a lot of them are easily soup-able (boiling water chicken potatoes carrots rice? boom soup. etc), which is another easy base recipe to exploit.

Now to the matter of spices. Salt and pepper are obvious enough, but a good thing to look for are, especially if you are just getting into cooking, spice blends. Something something French Herbs™ something something Taco Seasoning™ something something Seven Spice™ something something Garam Masala™. There’s a lot of different ones, but they are, essentially, a formed flavor profile in themselves, so you don’t need to worry about mixing spices and herbs that might not go well together, and by paying attention to contents you can learn for yourself what individual seasonings are commonly used together.

Also, everyone, hold your judgement real quick and trust me with this, but ooh I always save leftover flavor packets from instant ramen and reuse them in other dishes. Egg fried rice just doesn’t taste right without suspicious red powder courtesy of shin ramen… It’s probably MSG my beloved or something…

While I’m at it, bouillon cubes are handy to have, you can use them for soups, crumble them up in other recipes. Adding one to the water you’re cooking rice in is a great hack at making it more flavourful.

In general, while I do actually have way too much spices (and keep buying more… very excited about my newly acquired dried tarragon…), the ones I’d advise to have for an average person would be:

Salt (ideally both coarse grain and fine grain, but fine grain only serves you just right)

black pepper (both in a mill/grinder and peppercorns), red pepper flakes

paprika, garlic powder, ginger powder

bay leaves, dried oregano, basil, thyme, dill, cinnamon, coriander, cardamon, cumin, turmeric, sumak....

I really got a bit carried away by the end, but. You don't actually need to buy all of them and at the same time, just start with whatever couple of things you'd need for whatever you are cooking and let your collection build up over time, since spices aren't something you need to buy often anyway 👍

Other things I think it’s nice to have in stock in your kitchen would be flour and baking powder, vinegar (distilled vinegar, rice vinegar… I like to have balsamic vinegar too but it’s so expensive it’s ridiculous ngl), soy sauce, cooking oil of your choice (I use sunflower oil, olive oil and sesame oil), panko or breadcrumbs, starch (i have potato starch, cornstarch and tapioka starch, I would suggest just getting cornstarch at first).

* going to clarify here that while beans are often brought up as a source of protein, most are rich in complex carbs, excluding edamame and green beans for example. And since I mostly often cook beans with meat, they check out my daily carbs in my head.

[kushblazer666]

Something that took me way too long to learn that I thought I'd pass along:

"Picky eaters" are, in fact, picky.

When you offer something to eat to someone who has preferences for certain foods, and they say, "No, thank you," it's because they don't like what you've made, or because they like other things more.

It's not because your food is unpredictable, and they don't *know* if they like it.

Here's the thing:

If I make taco soup for a neurodiverse child and they love it, then they believe they love taco soup. The soup has ground beef, a bag of frozen mixed veggies, some beef broth, and taco seasoning. It's served with tortilla chips, and it's tasty.

And if, perhaps, the next time I make it, I add beans and a can of tomatoes?

I think it's excellent that way.

But it's the *same* taco soup as the one they remember. And maybe they can stand the texture of beans, or the acid of tomatoes.

They know that -- they just don’t know that they feel like they've been tricked.

Taco soup isn’t supposed to be one thing, every time.

If I say we're having "tacos" and one time it's chicken and one time it's ground beef and another time it's carnitas, that child can know whether "tacos" are something they can eat.

"Stir fry?" Forget it. Way too few variables.

Bananas aren’t variable.

Neither are apples.

But you know what does have variables?

Amy's frozen enchiladas.

Bread and peanut butter.

Add-hot-water-and-eat instant pho.

Taco Time meal number 8 with chicken, corn tortillas and a root beer.

Frozen gluten-free waffles.

Those are never the same every single time, no matter what.

If, God help me, I make chili mac (or hamburger macaroni, or hamburger helper, or whatever you call noodles and meat and tomato sauce all combined in a pan,) and I make it different every time? Then that child will be able to eat chili mac, even if it's not their favorite food.

Two of my kids went through a phase where they could only eat certain things, and I could always understand why they could love something one day and hate it a week later.

Turns out it's my creative, delicious, never-changing, unadaptable cooking.

I'm hoping this latest child with food preferences will adapt and overcome -- one of my older kids, who was at one point down to a list of six foods, just made excellent gumbo for Christmas and a plate of fantastic stir-fried rice at midnight tonight.

So if you're wondering why your kid wants to eat fast food but not your cooking?

It's entirely possible that it's because they hate your cooking, or because they love fast food.

It's because they don’t know they don't hate fast food. And they're sure they're going to hate whatever you're making.

(Comments, insight, discussion, empathy, as always, are welcome. But please give me advice on children and food preferences unless you have raised neurodiverse children with food aversions, have had to deal with being gluten-free and/or dairy-free for years, and understand the biology and psychology behind texture and taste sensitivities. Anyone who comments anything along the lines of, "Make them eat what's available -- eventually they're break down and eat" will be celebrated. It's like saying, "I know they're a vegetarian, but if they're hungry enough, they'll eat steak and like it." It's helpful and kind.)

Pictured is the very excellent gumbo we had for Christmas dinner.

[rememberingthesugden-dingles]

I'm a bit like you I have been trying to have more meat free meals. I need some inspiration cos I am sick of death of planning dinner every night until I decompose 😂

yeah the planning thing can demotivate a lot of people. fortunately for me i adore cooking, i have a lot of fun with it, but like most people i don't have that much time on my hands which is why i'm a big fan of batch-cooking! i cook big portions every time and then save the rest in the fridge or freezer for other days of the week or for when i don't have the time or motivation to cook

and for meat-free meals well i can give you a lot of ideas as i very rarely include meat in my recipes (i try to save it for when i got to the restaurant or for family barbecues, make it a little luxurious treat... quality over quantity and all that)

my main advice is to stack your house with a maximum of legumes and starchy food like every type of beans, peas, lentils, rice and pasta (preferably wholegrain) and a maximum of vegetables. like for exemple you just cook yourself some wholewheat pasta and then add a vegetable stir-fry on top of it and call it a day.

one of my favourite meat-free meals is definitely the chickpea curry with carrots, onions and leeks (or any seasonal vegetable instead), i also love a chili sin carne, i'm crazy about anything that has squash/pumpkin in it (part of the reason i adore autumn) like a very simple oven-roasted butternut squash with honey and feta cheese, or red kuri squash gratin. off the top of my head i'm also thinking veggie lasagna, red lentil dahl or vegetable crumble! yum 🤤

[tiredrobin]

ok my lil nightmare headcanons for the guys that i like. six is the most fleshed out and runaway kid is here because i have little aus in my head and i think about all of them . just not as much as i think about six

the most widely applied hc for all of them: the all of them have ptsd but most of the symptoms one might expect for ptsd dont rly express themselves because theyre all basically in survival mode Always, and for symptoms of ptsd to properly express the brain has to be like "oh, right, i'm safe. time to explode" (this is very simplified and im aware theres way more complexity and nuance. just assume literally every hc i present abt anything is more nuanced than this list offers)

six

autism

adhd also

she's (mostly, circumstantially) selectively mute and/or minimally verbal, and my supporting evidence is i want her to be. my second supporting evidence is that she doesn't talk in any of the comics and she doesn't even have a whispered voiceline like "hey!" like mono does. my third supporting evidence is that that i want her to be. in more depth, she CAN be verbal, but it is (as mentioned) circumstantial and related to who she's with and how safe she feels. ie: the door raft is safe enough that she manages to tell mono her name, and in a few situations following she manages to communicate verbally, it's just not something she can do easily in… well, most cases. she's otherwise strongly communicative when she needs to be, and good at getting her point across when necessary

always whispers when she does speak

this is less a hc and more something actively supported by canon, but she WILL help people if it doesn't put her in immediate danger (and even if it does, in some cases) (supporting evidence is ln2 and vln lmao)

gets anxious when people behave vulnerable around her/quick to emotionally shut down/retreat. low empathy, high compassion. (if u think negatively abt this bite me forever and ever and ever cuz ur wrong. this is a completely neutral trait)

even after the tower, she obviously finds comfort and joy in music boxes and music in general (also mostly supported by canon content, i think)

likes to hum when she's alone

struggles with skin-picking

the noisiest she gets is when she's dreaming

physical contact is weird for her, aka it's fine if she expects it and painful/awful if she doesn't (weird exceptions apply to some degree, ie hands are ok/mono taking her hand is almost always fine)

she only hates veggies because no one's ever cooked 'em good for her. girl needs some stir fry

gets cold way easily

mono

autism 2 electric boogaloo

it's just different from six's autism, man, idk

he scripts a lot. on the spot, he has a hard time putting sentences together, but give him a little bit/be patient and he'll manage fine. he's definitely not nonverbal (six is of the opinion that he doesn't know how to shut up, which is a bit of an exaggeration but one that mono doesn't mind), it's just that autism and trauma makes words Hard

so like not nonverbal and not fully speaking but a secret third thing

survivor's guilt in, like, every situation ever

very good at taking the lead when he has a goal and has a hard time stopping to listen to others

but he DOES make a concerted effort to listen to others because he's at least peripherally aware of this fault of his

world's softest speaking voice. it's about as soft as how he whisper-talks the word "hey", pretty much

extremely detail-oriented, which helps a lot when solving puzzle-y situations

yellow is his favorite color

runaway kid:

also autism

i don't have much for them uhhh

they/them-er. they're not picky tho

goes by runa or una. "una" was a joke at first, but it sounds a bit like "uno" and the number theme with the other two just really is too hard for me to resist

will instigate contact but dislikes reciprocation

probably the loudest speaking voice of the three, but that's not really saying much. reflex is to speak lowly or whisper

ok with words. doesn't need to script

probably struggles a lot with touch-focused sensory stuff

[wallpaper-inside-my-heart]

what are your top 3 comfort foods? and which 3 foods to you try to avoid at all costs? (as if garrett could ruin my life ever, he's garrett after all, but lets pretend <3) - katie

😹💕 @jovenshires I don't think he'd have a hard time ruining my day on eioyi, just because of the regular food I hate. I would try most of the "disgusting" shit at least once tho cause I'm way too curious about those dishes lmao

top 3 comfort foods:

Noodles + Tomatosauce + Tuna (+ Cheese) --> truly my nr.1 comfort food since I was like ten. Just thinking about this question today literally made me buy the ingredients for it and make it for dinner 😹🙈 (it's the perfect taste and texture combo to me!)

Veggie-Stir-Fry -> my own version of it including paprika, zucchini and feta + either potatoes or rice and sometimes leftover mushrooms as well 🤤 (the scent of that meal is literally my nr.1 association with my old student appartement casue I used to make it at least once a week!)

Chili Con Carne + Rice -> I try to avoid eating canned foods, bc of several reasons, but this is one of the few exceptions I make! Cause ugh! The texture of that meal is just so extremely satisfying?! (Kidneybeans, my beloved! 😻)

top 3 contenders for garrett induced torture:

(raw) Tomatoes -> I'm sorry, I tried them so many times, but they just make me gag immediatly! I am extremely bothered if they are on any food at all (especially the glibbery seed part!!) and have to carefully pick at every restaurant side salad bc of them 🙈

Olives -> get them away from me, please! I can't even stand it when there is a bowl of them sitting on the table and I can smell them 😅

Nvm, I'm actually not super picky other than the first two; tho I absolutely hate anything that is supposed to be solid and has a watery texture or just a lot of watery sauce along with it 🙈 and stuff like couscous will easily make me feel unwell bc of the texture as well

I really love food in general tho, especially cooking it myself or with others! <3

[mrs-bingley]

blue! you gotta tell me your favorite soup recipe!!!! ❤️❤️

Hiii! Sorry I got a little bit late to this! 💖 Lately I've been eating carrot soup a lot so you are getting creamy carrot soup recipe today! 🥕✨ I do it all the time when working from home because it cooks itself and also because it makes me feel warm and happy and content.

Ingredients (1 person) 200gr of carrots per person 1 big potato or 2 small ones 1 onion Stock if you have it but water is fine (you'll be boiling the vegetables in it anyway) Preparation So you gotta chop the carrots, the onion and the potato. I usually do creamy soups so i chop it rather big, since they'll get blended later. Put it in the pot and stir fry for a couple minutes with oil (or until the onion gets transparent-y). Cover with water. To make the perfect, velvety consistence you need just enough water to barely cover the ingredients. However! This will be boiling for around 30 minutes so add a tiny bit of extra so it won't get too dense. Let it boil for around 10 mins and then reduce to a simmer for 20 minutes or until the potatoes and carrots are soft. Remember to add salt/pepper while everything's boiling! When veggies are cooked, stop the fire and blend everything. Creamy carrot soup for your enjoyment! :D I usually eat it with a slice of bread or croutons. You can also grate cheese on it if you like it! If you prefer it broth style, you can just chop the vegetable in smaller bits instead of chunks. Then do same thing for cooking. For extra flavour: put ginger and a pinch of cinnamom with the veggies while you stiry fry. Also using stock will automatically give it more flavour, so if I happen to have beef stock I will cut down the salt a bit.

This is my general go-to recipe for basically every soup tbh and I just substitue carrots with the vegetables I have in the fridge. Leeks. Mushrooms. Tomatoes. Red Cabbage. Pumpkin. Lentils (you can make it without the potates if you do it with lentils!).

Soups are lovely and warm and I hope this will warm you too!🥰💖

[kcrossvine-art]

NYEHEHEH! so you may've noticed today that theres 2 recipes featured at once, and that is because today we're doing a 2 for 1 special!!!! Arent you a lucky fella!!!! no youre not. its because both are simple recipes and there wasnt enough to write on if they were separated. Sorry that was really rude of me to get your hopes up. Up on plate today is Bellringer's Reward and October Ale in tandem, coming to you live from the Redwall Cookbook-

(You can find both original recipes at the bottom if you’d like to follow along!)-

MY NAMES CROSS NOW LETS COOK LIKE ANIMALS

SO, “what goes in to Bellringer's Reward?” YOU MIGHT ASK

1 rutabaga

4 parsnips

4 carrots

4 potatoes

parsley

vegetable oil

olive oil

salt

pepper

And as to October Ale;

ginger beer OR ginger ale

grape juice

sugar (if ginger beer used)

It has you briefly put the vegetables (except the potato) into boiling water before roasting them in the oven and im not sure why it asks for this? They seemed the same as any other time i roast veggies in the oven, so if anyone can explain the science behind briefly submerging them beforehand i will send you a nice postcard with doodles.

the baked potatoes came out much better than using tinfoil has, so on the flipside the recipe teaches the superfluousness of Big Tinfoils capitalistic greed.

AND, “what do they taste like?” YOU MIGHT ASK

Flavorful flesh, fluffy meat, and refreshing Fluid

Parsnips and rutabaga have good chew

Feels like a wrestling circuit

They send the skirmishers out to make you overconfident

To tire you out

And then they send the old big dudes out to finish you off

The potato skins were some of the tastiest deaths i ever ate

And i slept like a baby after scarfing down 3

The ale is refreshing but it too cannot save you from the claws of vegetable induced sleepy bedtime

Oh to be a little field mouse sleeping in pumpkins

. used white grape juice where grape juice called for .used ginger beer

If you make the ale over a period of more than a few hours, do be aware that the carbonation from the ginger beer is what covers a lot of the grape taste, weirdly enough. It might be too sweet but in the future id like to try replacing the grape juice with apple juice as its more autumn-y.

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SO what's the conclusion on this simple dish?

Yeah its pretty alright man!

Bellringer's Reward

felt a bit confusing due to its simplicity, its just roasting vegetables, yknow? The carrots were undercooked in the end. but id fix that by taking everything else out and leaving them in forrrr, maybe 20 more minutes? Finishing them off by a lil stir fry could also work in the chefs favor here.

October Ale couldve had more stuff put in it to overcomplicate the drink but i really admire the authors ability to restrain themself from adding more things when the bones of it were all thats needed. That can be a hard impulse to deny because as an artist it can feel like stuffs 'missing something' even if its good due to its simplicity. Knowing when to stop editing. Its a skill.

Both dishes tasted excellent. from deciding to make them to having the meal in front of my grubby hands, id say the cooking process took about 2 hours? If you count peeling and chopping times and put the potatoes in the oven first. An hour and a half of that is really just waiting for the potatoes to cook so you can do other tasks during that time. The portion size is pretty good for one person and could last you through 2 of your 3 daily meals.

If i could make a vegetable feel love, i would. Bellringer's Reward gets a 6/10. Every potato deserves a gold star.

And our baby boy darling October Ale gets an 8/10 (with 1 being food that makes one physically sick and 10 being food that gives one a lust for life again.). What can i say- im an old school hussy for fizzy drinky.

🐁 ORIGINAL RESIPPY TEXT BELOW 🐁

Roast Roots:

Salt, to taste

1 small rutabaga (about 8 ounces), peeled and cut into l-by-2-inch pieces

4 medium parsnips (about 8 ounces), peeled and cut into l-by-2-inch pieces

4 medium carrots (about 8 ounces), peeled and cut into l-by-2-inch pieces

2 tablespoons vegetable oil

Pepper, to taste

1 tablespoon finely chopped fresh parsley

Baked Spuds:

4 large potatoes

2 teaspoons olive oil

Salt, to taste

Method (Roast Roots):

Preheat the oven to 375° F. Bring a large pot ofwater to a boil and salt it well. Add the vegetables and cook for 3 minutes, then drain.

Brush a rimmed baking sheet with some of the vegetable oil, add the vegetables, then drizzle the remaining oil over the vegetables and season with salt and pepper.

Bake until the vegetables are golden, about 30 minutes. Sprinkle with the parsley and serve.

Method (Baked Spuds):

Preheat the oven to 400° F. Prick the potatoes all over with a fork. Place them in a roasting pan and drizzle with the olive oil. Sprinkle with salt, then shake the pan to coat the potatoes.

Bake for 90 minutes.

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October Ale:

2 cups ginger beer or ginger ale

1 cup grape juice

1 teaspoon sugar (omit if using ginger ale)

Method (October Ale):

Combine all the ingredients and serve chilled.

[mutantenfisch]

Super quick and cheap look-what-we-have-in-the-fridge meal from today:

Buttered rice with roasted fennel and bell pepper

I didn't go to uni today bc health reasons and mum was away and called me to ask whether I could make lunch for the two of us. We're currently renovating the kitchen, so supplies are scarce.

Here's what I used:

- 1 cup of rice

- 1 stalk (?) of fennel

- 1 bell pepper

- ca 2 cm ginger

- a reasonable amount of garlic cloves

- some butter, 1 bay leaf and salt for the rice

- some salt, black pepper, hot paprika powder and some black caraway for the veggies, also 1/3 cup of veggie stock

Here's what I did:

Toss rice, salt and bay leaf into a small pot without washing rice (aka heathen style)

cover with enough hot tap water to have a solid cm of it above the rice, put lid on top and give it maximum heat until boiling, then turn down heat to lowest stage.

Meanwhile wash fennel and bell pepper, cut off nasty parts and finely slice it. Waste, if not moldy, can be frozen for stock

Crush garlic with flat side of the big knife to make peeling easier, chopp roughly, apply peel and chop procedure to ginger too

Introduce a bit of plant oil or butter to the big frying pan and medium high heat, let the chopped stuff have a party in the hot fat of choice.

Gently stir until garlic browns, then sprinkle spices over veggies, stir, wait until caraway smell is noticeable (30 sec to 1 min) and pour stock. Stir to give every piece of veggies the chance to get a stock bath too. You can turn off that plate and use residue heat for this.

Check the rice in the meantime- almost done, so in goes a generous scoop of butter, stir to distribute it evenly. Turn off that plate completely so the butter melts in the residue heat so you save energy and have time to grab some bowls or deep plates to toss in the finished food

Mixing it up is encouraged if you, like me, never know when too much pepper really is too much pepper. The butter in the rice helps with that and also brings out the other flavours very nicely

The whole process took maybe 25 minutes tops and we got a tasty, light meal for two (or filling meal for one) out of it.

Tips:

The concept of rice with fat + fried other stuff is super versatile! You can experiment with it very easily. Instead of butter you can also use coconut cream or lard or schmalz of any variety. I like the combination of fennel and apple chunks for the veggies, for example. Onions can also always go there but we forgot to buy some. Or you combine carrots and bell pepper or carrots and frozen or fresh peas. Or cherry tomatoes and kidney beans, or you throw in some tiny meatballs, or chicken chunks... the combinations are only limited by what you have in the fridge and what You think goes well together.

And if you realise you've made too much rice - you can store it in the fridge for a few days and throw it in the pan with the next fried stuff. Just remember to ideally add the rice at the end of the process because it only needs to be warmed up again.

[georgipopovich-voiceblog]

No excuses, just fluff

Characters: Georgi Popovich x Male Reader

Unexpected... yet romantic date night with Y/N.

You’re about done with work. The holidays are coming up, and no matter what you do to try to wake up a little earlier, exercise, eat right…. The motivation to go in and work your retail shift becomes more harrowing. It feels like you’ve barely caught up with your boyfriend this week. The pair of you are two ships passing in the night. The only thing worse than the lack of time together was the horrible customer service arguments you had every single day. Although, hopefully you would see him tomorrow.

“But the last cashier honored my old coupons!”

“You’re so fucking rude, the customer is always right!”

“I said I wanted it in blue, this isn’t the right blue!”

“This isn’t the right Halloween costume!!!!”

When November hits, it’s going to get even worse. The lines will be denser with people who are crankier, the aisles will be stuffed to the brim with items that customers have set down instead of putting back where it belongs, the flu season is upon the world, and coworkers are starting to call off. If only you didn’t have to work for a living.

As you step inside to your paltry little apartment, you kick off your shoes, heavily worn in from walking seemingly 20,000 steps per day. You’ll do your nightly routine. Go inside, make the fastest meal you can….. hopefully without succumbing to ramen…. Do your skin care routine, and then go to bed after scrolling tiktok for an hour.

“Hey, apartment...” You call into the hallway, turning on the light. Even if you live mostly by yourself, save for a roomie who travels for work, greeting the apartment always felt less lonely than using it as a shell to exist in until your next shift. In this case, it was tomorrow to open.

Although, as your light flickers on, you notice the hallway, lately littered with specks of dust, is…. Mopped. Your eyes flick to the shoe rack, where you’re about to throw your work shoes into a pile, to notice all the shoes there are now orderly. Did you hallucinate yourself going to work and actually stay home to clean? If so, that’s the world’s shittiest hallucination.

“….. Hello?” You call, in case Dave’s back from his work trip.

There’s a soft thudding from the kitchen. Is…. Is that food? Not only food, it smells like…. A veggie stir fry, maybe? Dave doesn’t cook. When Dave cooks, you get carry out. Though, as you enter the doorway, you’re met with the sight of a mopped floor, dishes sitting in the rack beside the sink, and the hum of your dishwasher whirring… though it’s not as loud as the hot sizzle of food. A tall figure stands before your stove.

“Georgi!” You gasp. “What are you doing here?”

Your boyfriend glances over his shoulder, wearing a too-small apron as he begins to dump some noodles in with something that smells spicy. “Hello baby!!!!” He beams as the steam billows out from the pan. Oh, god, that spiciness smells good. It smells like chili peppers and onions. “It’s date night.” He answers. “I decided it.”

“Georgi...” You frown, setting your bag down. “Georgi, you don’t have to come over and do this, I miss you too, but I can handle it.”

“Not a question of whether or not you can handle it, Y/N...” He says as he stirs. “You don’t like to ask for help, and I know you don’t technically need it…. But as someone who sometimes also gets lost in his own head, I know what it’s like to have fresh laundry when you’re tired, or a hot meal when you’re sore.”

Fresh laundry? You turn on your heels to look into the laundry room, where your ‘throw away’ basket usually sits for your old work uniforms until you manage the energy to start throwing them in the wash. It’s emptied. Even your winter coats look like they might be drying. “How… how long have you been here?”

“Since you messaged me this morning.”

“I….. You’ve been here for nine hours?”

“Yup. That’s how much I love you.” Georgi smiles as he begins to plate. Of course, his culinary skills aren’t that of a profound chef, but Georgi Popovich learned long ago what your preferences were, and you learned that he was immaculate at making vegetables mix perfectly with carby goodness. “Now, I made you this stir fry. It’s got snap peas, onions, lots of peppers, I chopped up some cabbage for it, oh, and I also made this garlic honey sauce on it, and put the thai chilis you like in there…. And instead of rice, I got you some glass noodles. Carbs are good when you’re going to sleep in.”

Oh. Oh, he thought you were going to sleep in. Georgi didn’t know. “…. Babe...” You sigh out. “This is… so nice. But I’m opening tomorrow.”

“No, you’re not.” He smiles. “You’ve worked ten days in a row, and you’re not working an eleventh day in a row.”

That logic immediately makes you scoff as you sit down at the kitchen table, where he places a hot plate before you. “But… Gosha, baby, I’m sorry, I can’t. I promised-”

“Would you be okay with me working eleven days in a row on a minimum wage?” Georgi asks as he sits down with his own noodles.

Immediately, you can feel your lips tighten up, hesitating. Of course not. It’s different. Georgi’s an athlete, he can’t do that every day. His body would break. “But-… I can handle it.”

“I know you can.” He passes over chopsticks, and begins to get his noodles gathered up on his own. “But, you’re not doing it. Not because you can’t handle it, but because I have a proposition for you.”

Chopsticks, right. Can’t eat with your hands…. Your wary eyes are interrupted by the particularly good whiff you caught of your steaming food. You can’t help it. You have to start eating. You’ve been living on a granola bar today. “Ah…. What kind of proposition…?” You ask.

The Russian smiles, in his heart, so glad you asked. Quickly, he pulls out his keys, unhooking one and setting it on the table between them.

“….Because I would like you to quit your job and move in with me.”

HIC. You almost inhaled the chili pepper, but as the words leave Georgi’s mouth, a dread fills your chest. “Georgi-.. no, we can’t-”

“Please… let me finish...” He holds his hand up before he reaches over, settling his fingers on your jawline. “Y/N…. I would like you to quit your job and move in with me…. So you can go back to school like you’ve been talking about for two years, and get into your dream career.”

School? Had it really been two years since you talked about going to college? Have you really been in this dead-end job so long? “I….I-...”

“You don’t have to decide right away…. But I have an apartment I fund by myself, I have sponsors, TV and radio ads, social media ads… I’m well funded. And I know. I know you hate it when I pay for you…. But Y/N, you come home every single day too tired to cook a proper meal for yourself, you’re on autopilot. You spend every day doing the same routine with the same insufferable people, and I know college is expensive… but I can help. We’ll take out loans if you want, hell…. I’ll take on an extra ad, and it’ll help fund it. You know the men’s underwear has been wanting me for months, and I know that sponsorship will pay big.”

Your chest feels heavy, and suddenly, it’s as though you lost your appetite. “...Georgi… that’s a huge thing to take on.”

“Something else that’s big is working two years in a job where you’re unhappy, and never signing up for the classes you know will help….” He says, squeezing your hand over the key. “I’m willing to negotiate, if you want to.”

“Negotiate? Babe, how am I supposed to say no? You literally cleaned the apartment. Did you dust the vents? The vents look different.”

“Ah, no, I washed them. Dusting doesn’t get it all. Also, I maybe also cleaned your room.”

“….. Georgi… this is… so much.”

“I know… but please… move in with me, at the very least. Then, I’ll handle the cooking and cleaning-.. Or maybe! Maybe you can go part time at work, and then part time with school? I’ll pack your lunches!”

“Georgi-”

“I’ll even set up dates!” Georgi smiles, looking to you. “…. Just… think about it.”

You find your eyes wander down to your food, and for a second, the silly thought enters your mind… Would you be able to make this decision on an empty stomach? Who are you kidding…? You’re barely able to contain the nerves every time you think about going into work.

“….. One condition.” You say, voice trembling.

The Russian’s eyes light up, as he leans in, looking to you expectantly. “Anything.”

“…. You help me quit my job.”

Georgi smiles bright, “…..can I do it now?”

“...Sure.”

A scramble, his long arm snatches up your phone, typing in the password before he begins quickly typing up a text. [I quit, love Y/N].

[myriad-ofmuses]

“ i’m here. you got that? i don’t care if you never say anything to me ever again. i don’t care. i’m not going away, and i’m not going to stop being here for you, no matter how long you glare at me or ignore me or pretend that you’re okay. because i know you’re not. i know. “ Aylanur to Sterling

With every grating word that left her, understandably fueled by worry, the club owner felt the tide of ire rise up within his chest, glowering down at the pan of flash stir-fry that sizzled with every stirring flip of the contents, hot steam eddying up into the air between them, adding to the weight that could already be figuratively cut with a knife.

Of course she’d waited until everyone had gone home for the night to corner him, knowing his routine almost as well as he did himself - though part of him was thankful she hadn’t gotten anyone else involved.. this was not a conversation he wanted to have at the moment.

Or.. probably ever..

With a heavy sigh, he let the pan drop back down over the burner with a clang, checking that the meat and veggies had seared to his preference with the spatula, before turning off the burner, finally giving her his full attention, the ice-blue of narrowed sockets displaying the animosity that twisted within his soul.

“And what do you want me to say, precisely, Aylanur? Admit that I’m a broken fucking mess? You already know that. You’ve already seen that. I don’t know what more talking about it is going to accomplish.. there’s nothing to be done about it.”

The last part of his statement was more akin to a biting growl, holding her gaze for a few moments more, before whirling away to grab a pair of plates from the counter, using the spatula to halve the stir-fry in the pan and scooping his portion onto his, leaving the other plate beside the oven, and the remaining meal that was cooling atop it.

“Pardon if I don’t wish to waste what little leisure time I’m permitted, to whinge over a circumstance that has no solution.. or cure.”

He remarked coolly as he brushed past her attempted body blockade out of the kitchen, moving to set his meal down at one of the tables, and stepping to the bar to fetch himself some brandy, pouring himself a few shots to take with him and replacing the bottle on the shelf, never once looking back at her.