#muses and food

[pri-rp]

(theothervonkarmagirl) Clara offers Vaati some maguro sashimi!

"Oh, I suppose you would also enjoy the finer things of life, wouldn't you? Thank you, this looks refreshing." It's a friendly smile she gets, as he accepts the offering. He didn't come from a life of meat eating, but ever since being released he's found all flesh to be much more palatable then it used to be.

He's soon smiling after swallowing. "Yes, this is very good indeed. It's been a minute since I've had something so delicately prepared. Thank you, again."

[balancethescales]

[ch0c00n]

oh to not be in a 36 degree celsius weather right now☀️

[helixcraft]

the fish that keeps appearing all over my recommended only that he's out of jail and happy

[thiinka]

[misc-obeyme]

Hello hello!!! I just saw your kink/flufftober post and wondered if I could request “biting” with barbatos? It can be either fluff of nsfw, whichever gets the creative juices flowing more! As always, love the work you do here, thank you!!!!

Hello and thank you I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! <3

I was doing so well keeping within my word count limit until now. I can't act like I'm surprised, it's Barbatos we're talking about lol. And I decided to use this as a kink prompt because ooooof I love biting. So you know, having two things I very much enjoy as a prompt ended up with something slightly longer than perhaps intended. But I think it turned out okay still!

Thank you for submitting a prompt!

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Barbatos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: biting, a little bit of blood, oral and penetration (both reader receiving)

You were in the kitchen at the Demon Lord's Castle, helping Barbatos make red velvet cupcakes. Since it was a flavor from the human world, you had agreed to help out with making them, passing final judgment on how they turned out. You were currently mixing the red food coloring into the batter. While the recipe you had used was a classic red velvet recipe, the bright color of the cake still needed that extra vibrancy from the food coloring.

Barbatos was beside you, mixing vanilla into the frosting.

Normally, Barbatos entered a sort of flow when baking. It was almost meditative, the way he moved around the kitchen so easily. But at that moment, you noticed that he seemed a little distracted. Certainly the frosting was looking delicious, but he seemed to be focused elsewhere.

You stopped what you were doing and looked over at him. He froze, meeting your eyes for a moment before flicking his gaze down to your fingers.

You looked down at your hands and saw that they were covered in red food coloring.

You laughed a little. "Sorry," you said. "I'm making a mess, huh? Is that why you're so distracted?"

Barbatos closed his eyes and frowned. "You needn't apologize, MC. I'm afraid seeing that brilliant red on your skin has made me think of things I shouldn't."

You were puzzled by this response. You cocked your head curiously. "Such as…?"

Barbatos opened his eyes and the hunger you saw there made heat run through you. Barbatos put down the spatula he'd been using to mix the vanilla into the frosting and took one of your hands instead. He brought it to his lips and kissed away some of the red. The way it painted his lips was so sensual your knees went weak.

You let out a little gasp as Barbatos circled behind you, putting his red stained lips to your neck. You had to grip the kitchen counter for support as he sucked for a moment, his arms going around your waist.

Barbatos let his teeth scrape gently across your skin as he pulled his lips away. "Forgive me, MC. I am not sure what has come over me."

His arms moved as if he was about to move away from you, but you put both of your hands on them. You didn't care that you were likely getting red food coloring on him. You just wanted to hold him in place. "Don't stop."

Barbatos pressed himself into you and there was no mistaking the erection you felt against you as he put his lips back on your neck.

You moaned as he bit down gently, as though he couldn't resist but he also didn't want to hurt you too much.

You deliberately pushed yourself back against him, making it clear that you knew how turned on he already was.

Barbatos laughed softly against your neck. "What is it you would like from me, MC?"

"I want you to bite harder," you said.

Barbatos put his lips on your ear. "As you wish."

A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of his voice in your ear. He turned you around in his arms, then lifted you bodily. He set you down on the kitchen counter, on a spot that was far away from where you had been attempting to make red velvet cupcakes.

In moments, Barbatos had removed your clothes and put his lips on your inner thighs. Your hands flew to his head, fingers running through his hair. You gasped and tried desperately not to pull when he bit down on the sensitive skin there, harder than before just as you had asked. He worked his way up your thigh, biting the whole time, making you gasp and whine as he did.

When he finally put his tongue between your legs, you cried out his name, your legs squeezing around his head involuntarily. He stayed there for a long time, but he never let you get too close to orgasming.

Barbatos finally stood up, causing you to whine and grip at his arms unhappily. You squirmed on the counter top as you tried to pull him closer to you. He obliged, moving closer to stand between your knees.

Barbatos reached out and put his fingertips to your neck where he had been biting it earlier. He wasn't wearing his gloves, of course, he had taken them off long before you even started baking. Now his fingers were covered in the red food coloring.

"Barbatos," you said as you pulled on his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his cock. You rubbed it in your hands for a moment before looking at him. "Please."

"Normally I would not allow such a mess to occur on my kitchen counter," Barbatos said quietly, putting his hands on either side of you and leaning in to your neck once again. "But I'm afraid you've awakened something in me, MC."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer. You realized that the counter here was a bit lower than it was in most of the other places in the kitchen. Which meant that you were at the perfect height. You smirked a little when you realized that Barbatos knew exactly what he was doing when he placed you here.

The smirk was gone in an instant as Barbatos pressed his cock into you, his teeth leaving marks on your neck at the same time, his hands gripping your hips. You had to hold on because as soon as he was inside you, Barbatos did not hold back. You felt your entire body heat up as he thrust fast and hard, his teeth continuing down your neck. He reached up to pull your top out of the way so he could bite down your shoulder.

The sweetness of his cock inside you mixed with the pleasurable pain of his teeth was almost too much sensation. You couldn't hold still and you couldn't keep quiet. You were already close from when he was using his tongue and it wasn't long before you were crying out, clamping hard around him. You felt his cum inside you only moments later.

When Barbatos pulled away to look at you, the red of the food coloring was still bright against his lips, but there was a slightly darker red next to it now. He leaned back in and kissed the bite marks he had left.

"Your blood is much prettier than this food coloring," he said softly in your ear. "I do hope I did not hurt you too much by drawing it."

You sighed against him, leaning your head on his shoulder. "Next time you can add the food coloring to the batter."

Barbatos chuckled, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. Later you would need to wash the red off your hands as well as your lips, cheeks, neck, and thighs.

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[radarsteddybear]

Writing fic set in the past is a constant struggle of "Wait, did that exist yet?" *checks Google* "NOOOOOOOO"

[divnydoodles]

The Mona 💗

[jgmartin]

words are magic.

they're spells, incantations that can make people laugh or cry. they can manipulate thoughts. forge belief. at their most powerful, words can change the future and reshape the past, but despite all this, we pretend that magic isn't real. that it's make-belief.

but it is real. it's all around us, a never-ending influence on our emotions. when we read the wrong words, we feel alone and hopeless, we feel angry and scared. but when we read the right ones, we elevate ourselves. we grow.

this is the truth: we are all sorcerors of this reality, and every day, we're given a choice of which spells we cast. we can encourage, or we can devastate. we can choose love, or we can choose fear.

our choices matter. they matter because we are more powerful than we realize. they matter because our words shape our world, and they shape the worlds of those around us, too.

they matter because words are magic.

and so are we.

[pri-rp]

hey godet! ever tried live octopus legs? well its not that important: wanna try a fresh parasite? (rhetorical question of course you do)

"Uh... thanks, but no thanks. I'm uh. not going to have a parasite... let alone a still-living animal. I have had octopus before!

[sioneve]

"You know you can tie it from the front right?" "Eh~ I don't know~"

thank you staff for making kanda myojin great again with this collab (at this point i'm gonna make nicomaki fanart out of every µ's collab)

"Why am I also feeling my heart race?! It supposed to be maki-chan not me-" instant karma nico-chan

[h-a-unted]

[lewmagoo]

I think about cooking for Rhett often. We all saw how stiff Ceceila's mashed potatoes were and I know that beef was well done.

I don't think Rhett is picky, he just hasn't been exposed to many things cuisine wise. Like he didn't realize you could just make pasta sauce from scratch but once he tries yours, it's all he wants from them on.

He loves holding your hand as you walk him through your garden, explaining each plant you're growing and what you use them for. He loves being your taste tester and after some time, starts acting as your sous chef, cutting up the veggies you've grown!

I just want him to eat a good, home cooked meal and feel loved 🥺🥺🥺

he always thought his momma’s cooking was fine. he really didn’t know anything different, and she always said “eat what’s put forth ya” so he’d eat his food without complaining. he’s used to over cooked meat and veggies, and doesn’t really think twice about it, because it’s food and it beats going to bed hungry. and then he’s introduced to your cooking and everything changes. you put love into everything you make. it’s clear that you enjoy cooking and you’re more than happy to cook for him as a way of expressing your love for him. when you start making him meals regularly, he’s floored by how good everything is. sauces and gravies with such depth of flavor. the smoothest, creamiest mashed potatoes he’s ever had. he thoroughly enjoys everything you make.

and then you start including him in your meal preparations. asking if he wants to help, teaching him how to cut properly (the first time he used a chef’s knife was quite the sight lol), showing him how to follow a recipe. things he never learned because cecilia never taught him how to do anything in the kitchen besides setting the table, and royal was always pulling him away to do chores as it was. no one took the time to let rhett learn kitchen work. and that’s where you come along. he finds that he enjoys the meals you cook together even more. it’s a good way to bond.

he gains some healthy weight after you’ve been feeding him for a while. he isn’t nearly as gaunt as he used to be. and he’s much healthier. less gas station food, which he’d snack on in the middle of the day when he was hit with intense hunger because he didn’t eat enough carbs and protein for breakfast. instead he’s eating three balanced meals a day. you’re packing him well rounded lunches for work so he doesn’t have to settle for a quick bag of chips or a honey bun. and you always leave him a sweet note in his lunch box. rhett never knew that food could be such a special thing. instead of seeing it as merely something to get him through the day, he comes to realize that it can be so much more than that. and it’s just one of the many things you use to show him that you care about him.

[dimity-lawn]

Maladict does not drink… port. That’s why I knew as soon as I saw this late 19th century bottle tag in the digital collections of the V&A that I had to change it a bit.

[katerinaaqu]

Do you think that Homer, when performed his epics in public, he would also change his voice when he sang every time a different character spoke and be a performer or just sing the whole thing through? 🤔

[ofmimicry]

"Can you please try this? I think I finally perfected the recipe but be honest." She holds the fork out gently to the other, eyes light with excitement and monitoring their every reaction.

@hiddenstarters