#nutella😍

[nomoreessays]

Okay, aber Nutellatoast?!

[madame-fear]

You can take the corn out of your poop and wash it and eat it again and keep going through the cycle

Do it like this

[daisychainsandbowties]

Put the nutella jar lid under hot water it will help loosen it and you will be able to unscrew it easily hopefully

oh okay!! i will try that tomorrow

[castawaycherry]

Holaaa! Me encanta los prompts que estás haciendoo😍 podrías hacer el 20 o 25 (el que quieras, pero si pueden ser los dos pues estaría increíble jaja) con Enzo y Kuku? O Enzo y Agus, lo que tú prefieras🫶🏼

Puedes ignorarme sin más si no te apetece hacerlo, muchas gracias por tu trabajo! 🩷

Pero claro que no te ignoraria 🩷

Warnings: smut

20- Food play-

Agus: A Agustín le gusta experimentar. Cuando sugeriste incluir la comida en el ámbito sexual estaba muy intrigado y emocionado, le gusta mucho ponerte chocolate líquido en todo el cuerpo y luego lamerlo y ver tus reacciones.

Kuku: Kuku no era tan fan de incluir comida pero con un poco de persuasión y una sorpresa que incluía crema para batir y tus senos, consideralo fan.

Enzo: Enzo es creyente que debes de probar todo por lo menos una vez en la vida, eso lo trajo a la situación post sexo con nutella en ambos de sus cuerpos y enzo quejándose de lo pegajoso, el definitivamente no era fan.

25- Peor lugar para ponerse caliente-

Agus: Te divertía mucho ponerlo caliente mientras estaba filmando, mandandole fotos con un conjunto de lencería que el te había comprado esa misma semana y que sabías que no iba a sobrevivir la noche y que te iba a comprar muchos más.

Kuku: Siempre que tenías la oportunidad de irlo a ver actuar al teatro felizmente ibas, esa noche no era la excepción, sabías lo que le hacías usando faldas cortas y sentándote en sus piernas besando su cuello minutos antes de que saliera al escenario.

Enzo: En tu defensa esta vez no había sido tu intención ponerlo caliente, estaban en una entrega de premios y el no podía parar de verte en el vestido que habías escogido para esa velada, el vestido abrazaba tus curvas perfectamente y no pudo evitar subir a entregar el premio que le correspondía con una erección y unas ganas inmensas de destruir ese vestido.

[gilverrwrites]

Supernatural Taste and Smell Headcanons

I included a lot of characters (I think 24?), but if your fave didn't make the cut, just send me an ask!

Dean

Smell: Leather, cinnamon, and the kind of musk that only comes from an axe body spray, cause you know what man only buys whatever is quick and easy at the gas station. He’d also smell like gasoline.

Taste: Malty like beer, but sweet in the way bbq sauce is sweet.

Sam

Smell: I just feel like (when he’d not hunting) he smells clean, ya know? Citrusy and woody, kind of like D&G light blue, with undertones of like a ‘fresh’ scented fabric softener.

Taste: Kind of fruity but tart, like a berry smoothie.  Also just a little bit of like garlic, or mustard.

John

Smell: That man is a smoker, and you can’t tell me otherwise – at least later in life, way after the marines, and losing Mary. He always has a stale smoke smell on his clothes and lips. I recon he uses old spice or similar as an aftershave, so also like cloves/sage.

Taste: Again smoky, ashy, but also oaky and malty like bourbon.

Mary

Smell: Citrusy like Sam but darker, smokier (joke not intended) with hints of like jasmine, bergamot, and a little bit of vanilla. 100% the kind of smell that wraps you up if you come in for a hug.  

Taste: Chocolate, specifically the kinds with nuts and caramel, woman has a sweet tooth.

Castiel

Smell: I feel like all angels smell at least a little like parma violets, or some kind of sweet and subtle floral smell, be especially Cas. On top of that, he’d have like other earthy scentes, like honey,  patchouli, maybe a bit of amber.

Taste: Coffee, always coffee. When human/when he eats; grape jelly, and honey.

Jack

Smell: Like Cas he has the sort of clean, floral scent to him. I also think he would smell of peppermint and like a yankee candle version of warm vanilla. He just has a cosy, familiar smell to him.

Taste: Again I think minty, additionally like white chocolate and rose/flora flavours.

Bobby

Smell: Like old books, burnt candle wicks, motor oils, and nose hair singing whisky.

Taste: More than anyone else on this list (including Crowley) Bobby tastes like whisky. Not the good stiff though, that’s only for special occasions. He taste like Jim Beam and Jack Daniels.

Crowley

Smell: Like a bonfire!!! Smokey, warm, woody, with a hint of burnt sugar.

Taste: 100% Whisky, and dark chocolate.

Charlie

Smell: Charlie smells like she just stepped out of a fantasy book, like wildflowers, and peppercorn. Like strawberry and blackcurrant wine.

Taste: Like a vegan alternative to Nutella, creamy, chocolatey, nutty.

Meg

Smell: Surprisingly soft and clean. Milky, with almond and peach. Just a hint of leather and cedarwood underneath.

Taste: Salty and sweet, anise: like a strawberry liquorice.

Ruby

Smell: Like cedarwood, ginger, and pink pepper. Pleasant but sharp, and strong. Like it pulls you in from across the room.

Taste: Bold and sweet like cabernet sauvignon, starkly contrasted by pepperoni and cheesy pasta.

Lucifer

Smell: Similar to Jack, in that he smells clean and minty. However, his is sharper, harsher. There is lime, and moss, and mahogany.

Taste: Like pure Moroccan mint, with that like sweet sourness you get on things like a tangfastics or a sourpatch kid. Like if you’re not expecting it, or you taste it for to long it will make you squirm.

Gabriel

Smell: Like walking into the kitchen of a bakery just before opening and they’re prepping everything. Mocha, malted sugar, rich caramel, creamy vanilla.  

Taste: All of the above again! Just so sweet and creamy. Like a spoonful of sugar.

Raphael

Smell: Very similar to Cas, floral, but less earthy, and more sterile. Like aloe vera and antiseptic.

Taste: Again, very clean. He has a flavour the way cucumber has flavour? Refreshing, clean, but not notable.

Michael/Adam 😍

Smell: Kind of like the ocean, meets the forrest. Musk, white lilies, salt, collided with pine, sandalwood, and cedar. Cold, but familiar, ya know?

Taste: Hear me out: Fruit loops, and Dr Pepper. Like Michael has little say over what they eat, that’s all on Adam. And after the initial, ‘I haven’t eaten in 1200 years, I’m gonna eat everything I craved’ has worn off. He’s just like, a normal guy (who does not need to eat because he shares his body with an immortal angel). So, I can see him mostly reaching for snacks that make him feel good, that remind him of his mum, or his childhood, something comforting; like sugary cereals and fizzy drinks. I love them, I will take no criticism.

Rowena

Smell: Like an apothecary. Rich and indulgent. Very aromatic with lots of deep woody tones, sweet cherry, dark rose and other florally scents.

Taste: Like a bottle of mataro, or Nebbiolo wine. Spice, cherry, plum, smoke. She both smells and tastes intoxicatingly expensive.   

Chuck

Smell: Kind of musky, cottony, leafy. I don’t really imagine him smelling too strongly of anything.

Taste: Summary and tart, like a sea breeze cocktail. (Grapefruit, cranberry, lime – an acquired taste)  

Amara

Smell: Similar to Chuck, I sort of envision an absence of smell. Maybe just hints of amber, sandalwood, and a musky citrusy scent.

Taste: Like a white dessert whine, like Riesling. Dry but sweet. Honey, and pears.

Billie

Smell: Bergamot, rose, silk, and cocoa. Inviting and pleasant, but with an undertone of darkness.

Taste: Very similar to scent, sweet and warm but with an aftertaste of something bitter; blackcurrant and dark chocolate

Benny

Smell: Robust (Copper, ginger, tobacco,) but enticing (amber, cardamom, cinnamon).

Taste: I mean, I have tried really had to not add blood to any of the previous entries, but Benny undeniably tastes like blood.

Kevin

Smell: Not good. Pre-prophethood, not so much; I imagine like mint, green tea, jasmine, the kind of smell you would expects from a reasonably priced aftershave. During prophethood, the aftershave is long forgotten; its more fried chicken, old paper, and forgetting to shower for 9 days.

Taste: Like redbull, chexmix, and mouthwash.

Eileen

Smell: Like peaches, and roses, rich chocolate, and strong coffee.

Taste: Chocolate and coffee again, but hints of sparkly summer fruits.

Ketch

Smell: Like high end British aftershaves only the royal family know off, something with notes of fig, and oud, and other pretentious smells. The small of cigar smoke, and leather follow him around too.

Taste: Like earl grey tea, and dry gin.

Balthazar

Smell: Kind of like ketch, some high end and expensive (if he actually had to pay for it). But woodsier, and fresh. He would also have that hidden undertone of violet.

Taste: Creamy and hazelnutty, but there’s a constant aftertastes alcohol, and something metallic to him, no  matter what comes first.

[misshoneyimhome]

I know we’ve only done present day Willy fics and it’s totally okay if it’s not your cup of tea but these hospital pics have me thinking about how soft Willy would be with your kiddos at Christmas! My sibling and I would always make my mum and dad sit, make them paper tickets and serve hot chocolate to them as we watched the Polar Express like we were lil conductors and I can do imagine his lil blonde babies doing the exact same thing and he’s just so soft and excited that you two created such adorable toddlers and they’re at the age where the holiday starts to get really fun🥹

Not my cup of tea? 😍 Darling, that man triggers my desire for a baby even from over 3,500 miles away 🙈 one family Christmas scenario coming up ❤️

[So, let’s envision this scenario taking place in about five years; and also as a way for me to manifest that William stays in Toronto 🙏🏻]

I hope it's alright that I incorporated a bit of your childhood memory because oh my goodness, I wish my brother and I had done that too 😱 It's so sweet! Yet, I've also intertwined it with one of my own most cherished memories; and I hope it somewhat resembles what you had in mind ❤️

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Have yourself a merry little Christmas...

“Mooom, Daaaaad!” a kid's voice rang out through the condo. "Wake up!"

You stirred slightly as the young boy's shouts slowly roused you from sleep.

“Hey, your son's awake,” you murmured softly with a gentle grin, nudging the man lying next to you. But he simply grunted deeply, still facing the other way and buried in the pillow.

“Mom! Dad!”

"Ugh," he let out another deep, sleepy groan. “I'm sleeping, so he's all yours…”

You blinked your eyes open, chuckling lightly at William's unshakeable sleepiness. Leaning over, you planted a soft kiss on his neck.

“Looks like our boys need us, love,” you tried to rouse him, but only deep, rumbling sounds came from the large man.

So, with another light chuckle, you rolled over, got up, and dressed in your most comfortable loungewear before heading to the kitchen.

“Wow, what's happened here?” you exclaimed with a big smile as you entered the kitchen/dining area.

"We made you breakfast, Mum!" exclaimed Eliot with so much pride. "Look! It's our favourites: chocolate crunch and oats."

It was incredibly heart-warming. Your two sons had woken up earlier than you and your husband, William Nylander, on this December Sunday morning, when William didn't have any training or a match in the evening.

"We did it almost like you do," Lucas chimed in, also brimming with excitement, and you had to fight back the urge to get teary-eyed.

On the large mahogany dining table, draped with a red Christmas cloth, the boys had raided nearly every cupboard in the kitchen - biscuits, bread, oats, chocolate crumbles, Nutella, jam - then continued to raide the fridge for butter, milk, and other breakfast essentials. They'd even set out plates, cutlery, glasses, and mugs, just like you typically did on family mornings.

And you could see they'd attempted to make coffee but had given up halfway through. Not that it mattered; their effort alone was enough to melt your heart.

"Oh, boys! This is so wonderful - I can't believe you've done all of this," you said, pulling the two young ones into a tight hug, embracing them both.

"Come on, Mum!" protested Eliot, eager to continue with his morning plans.

"Right, why don't you both go and give dad a surprise jump? I'll wrap things up here," you proposed with a wide smile, prompting them to dash into the bedroom and wake up William.

As you brewed the coffee they had attempted to make, you couldn't help but feel a rush of joy thinking about your amazing family. And taking advantage of the moment, you decided to whip up some scrambled eggs, a dish you knew they all loved.

**

Elliot, nearly six years old, was your eldest. He was a spitting image of William, from his blond hair and blue eyes to his well-defined nose and build. His laughter echoed that of your husband's, and that mischievous grin appeared to be a direct copy paste of his. Even William's love for food seemed to have been passed on to Elliot.

Eliot had also been a little unexpected. Sure, you and William knew what could happen when you’d have sex without any form of protection, but you hadn’t expected for anything to happen so quickly.

The idea of having children had been a topic in your relationship for some time back then, and after being together for almost three years, both of you felt it was a good time to start trying. While you had always considered children as an option, you weren't always certain about William's stance on parenting. Coming from a large family, he was naturally surrounded by discussions about children at family gatherings, yet given his boyish and charming nature, you weren't sure if he truly saw himself in a parental role.

However, something changed after a round of playoffs, where the Leafs nearly clinched victory in the second round. William had observed the many families within his team, witnessing how family members lifted the spirits of his teammates after the loss. He noticed the pure joy that radiated from them upon seeing their children, and just like that something had sparked within him.

Although your captivating smile and laughter were undeniably the most wonderful things for him, something deeper started to stir within the forward. A small urge to see you carrying his child emerged, along with a vision of the two of you with little versions of yourselves.

Consequently, during the following off-season, William brought up the topic, and you eagerly agreed to slowly start trying. However, it seemed that his strong genes and highly active sperm weren't interested in taking things slow, as by the beginning of the new season, you announced your very first pregnancy.

And then there's Lucas. He's more of a mommy's boy, incredibly sweet and almost innocent, always eager to lend a hand. And despite having just turned three, he showed a remarkable level of maturity for his age.

Elliot was undoubtedly his favourite role model, besides William, of course. However, he had his own unique qualities that set him apart from your other boys, although hockey remained a common passion among all of them. Whether it was watching daddy train or play at the rink, engaging in mini stick games, or watching a match at home, they were deeply involved whenever the sport was involved.

Yet, Lucas also harboured a love for drawing and enjoyed assisting you with cooking. He relished being around when you were cleaning and was content entertaining himself if you were occupied with something else.

In general, both boys were remarkable. Despite the typical sleep disruptions from cries and illnesses, they were relatively hassle-free. Right from their infancy, they seemed to inherit William's talent for sleeping and your family's collective love for food.

And you wholeheartedly loved cooking for your boys. They appreciated everything you made and devoured meals as if there was no tomorrow. Except on Mother's Day, when, if possible, William would take charge of the kitchen to prepare something special or opt for takeout. But the important thing was, you weren't the one cooking. 

And neither were you this morning.

Eliot had expertly guided his younger brother in setting the table like he remembered you always did, along with their homemade Christmas decorations. It was nothing short of perfection.

**

"Mommy, daddy's finally here!" Lucas hollered as the two boys practically dragged William out of the bedroom and towards the table.

"Took you long enough," you chuckled lightly, earning a soft smile from your man, dressed in his comfortable blue and white checkered pyjamas and a loose white t-shirt. His hair was a tousled mess, resembling a lion's mane, and his eyes betrayed the lingering tiredness. To be fair, he'd arrived home late last night due to an away game, and today you were just grateful that there were no hockey commitments. Today was all about cosying up together as a family and truly celebrating Christmas.

William, naturally, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Morning, babe," he greeted with a drowsy smile.

The four of you then settled into your usual spots: you across from William, with Eliot beside him and Lucas seated next to you.

"Now, what do we say?" You grinned at your sons.

"God aptit!" the two boys chimed simultaneously, before you all delved into the delicious bread and whatever else the boys had discovered in the kitchen cupboards.

It was a simple yet delightful meal.

William's face also lit up as he savoured the food his sons had prepared, and his sleepiness seemed to fade away as Eliot started chatting away, as he always did.

And as you all neared the end of the first course of the day, Eliot suddenly brimmed with excitement.

"Wait, there's more!"

"More? How can there be more, darling?" you chuckled, exchanging glances with William, both intrigued by the young boys' behaviour.

"Come on, Luke," the eldest instructed, leading them hand in hand towards Eliot's room. And when they returned, they held something behind their backs, sporting mischievous grins across their small faces.

You and William couldn't help but smile as you watched your sons beam with joy. They took deep breaths, almost acting shy, and the anticipation in the air was palpable.

"We've made you something..."

"I helped Eliot!" Lucas nearly shouted.

"And what's that?" William laughed, encouraging the boys to come closer to each of you and unveil the little piece of paper they held in their tiny hands.

"You've made these?" You smiled, seeing their excitement as they nodded in affirmation.

"We made them in kindergarten," Eliot explained.

The tiny piece of paper was covered in glitter, with the letters T E K K E T written somewhat crookedly in what seemed to be a child's handwriting.

"Baby, did you write this?" You asked, slightly surprised that your five-year-old had been practicing his writing.

"Yes, Miss Turner helped us spell."

"That's amazing, Eliot. I'm so proud of you," you beamed.

William's reaction mirrored yours in heartfelt pride.

"But then the big question is... what are tickets for?" he inquired curiously, prompting the boys to exchange quick glances before looking back at you and your husband.

"It's for the fort!" Lucas exclaimed with excitement.

"Oh, so you've built a fort?" you asked with a light chuckle, noticing no fort in the living room.

"Well..." Eliot hesitated for a moment as if trying to articulate his idea. "We thought that we can build it – together," he suddenly blurted out, throwing his arms in the air. "For when we watch the Christmas movies."

It was a tradition you had established in your family. Whenever you had a family day together in December, watching Christmas movies was a must. Well, the tradition might have expanded to other days outside the holiday season, but it all began here.

"Well, I'm sure daddy would love to build the fort with you then," you grinned at William, who chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"No, Mum, you need to help too," Lucas insisted.

"How about you strong boys build the greatest fort ever seen – and then I'll cook up some delicious snacks for when we snuggle up? How does that sound?"

"YEAH!" the boys exclaimed before darting off to gather pillows and blankets to throw onto the sofa.

"They're all yours," you smiled at William, knowing he was the ultimate fort builder in the household.

And soon, the condo resonated with cheers. You put on some Christmas tunes while clearing the table, and the boys began their creative fort construction.

Meanwhile, you started gathering an assortment of snacks from your kitchen. Considering William's diverse eating habits – especially his penchant for candies brought back from Sweden – you prepared a snack board comprising various Canadian candies, the best Swedish treats, alongside nuts, fruits, and, of course, popcorn to mix things up a bit.

Christmas ambience filled the air of your home, creating a perfect day brimming with laughter and joy. And after a while, you once again heard the boys' excited shouts.

"We're done!" Eliot's voice echoed from the living room area. Looking up, you saw the little boys, along with their dad, had fashioned a beautiful architectural marvel from an assortment of pillows, blankets, duvets, and whatever else they could find.

"Wow, I can't wait to use my ticket to see how it looks on the inside," you exclaimed joyfully, joining the guys by the sofa as you carried the snack board.

"Looks like you've been quite creative yourself," William chuckled, admiring the variety of foods before pulling you in for a tender kiss.

"Ew..." Eliot teased, before the boys eagerly snuggled in under the tent made from a large bedsheet serving as the roof.

With laughter, you and William then presented your "tickets" to the boys to enter the fort along with the two family dogs. You couldn't help but praise the cosy space they'd created. They'd even taken some of your decorative fake candle lights and placed them inside. 

And then, firstly, you began playing the timeless classic...

"The Polar Express" was naturally the first film to watch. The boys adored it, and truth be told, so did you and William.

After several much-needed bathroom breaks, the boys selected the next movie: William's favourite, "The Grinch."

Though it might have been slightly more serious than what you'd typically show boys their age, you caved in because of their genuine love for it.

By the end of the second film, you had all snuggled up entirely, slowly dozing off for a nap. And so, you did.

What felt like a brief moment later, you suddenly awoke and nudged William, prompting the boys to gradually return to reality.

"Hey, boys, let's step out and have a quick round of real food," you softly suggested.

"But I'm not hungry," Eliot whined.

"I know, sweetheart, but you need real food in your tummy after all those snacks," you chuckled lightly.

"Alright."

Once everyone had finished a plate of leftovers, you were back in the fort with mugs filled with hot chocolate.

"Alright, what movie now?" William asked, ready for the next choice.

"When are we going to watch hockey?" Eliot asked, hopeful.

"Nope, no hockey today, Eliot - mom's orders," William chuckled, aware he had to disappoint his son, which made Eliot pout.

"But Uncle Alex is playing today," the boy whined, casting his best puppy-dog eyes towards you, knowing you might sway.

"Alright," you sighed softly. "But I believe we can manage one more movie before Uncle's match, huh?" you suggested, earning excited nods from the family.

And soon, everyone was engrossed in the following film, “Home Alone”, as William held you closely, speaking softly into your ear.

"I didn't think we could watch hockey today," he playfully remarked.

"Well, with all these snacks we've had today, I'm sure these boys won't even be awake for puck drop," you cheekily responded, turning your head slightly to meet your wonderful husband's eyes.

"Sneaky," he chuckled, before planting a kiss on your lips, pulling you a bit closer before easing back. "You're such an incredible mom, you know that, right?" He spoke softly, lightly stroking your chin with his thumb.

"And you're an incredible father," you timidly whispered. But William shook his head gently.

"I haven't even done half of what you've done with these boys - the way you're always there for them, handling every situation when I'm not around..."

You could tell this was something that often weighed on William's mind. But you also both knew this was the lifestyle you had chosen. He was the professional hockey player with season-long road trips, while you dedicated yourself to your family when not at work.

"And I've cherished every single minute of it... Sure, it's been tough. And, of course, I prefer it when you're home with us. But Willy... you're an amazing dad. You're always there for the boys - never doubt that" you reassured him, sensing a slight relaxation in his muscles in response to your words.

And so, with another sweet and tender kiss shared, you both returned to the movie, enjoying the warmth of your family time together.

As predicted, your two sons were fast asleep by the time the credits rolled across the screen. So, you and William then switched the TV to the local sports channel to catch Alex playing tonight's home match.

Despite dedicating the day to a Christmas-filled family time, you also held a soft spot for the sport, and naturally, you wanted to watch your brother-in-law play.

However, during the first period, your attention was swiftly diverted by William, who appeared to have shifted his focus from the game to you.

"What?" you chuckled lightly, catching his gaze.

"Nothing," he replied casually, but you weren't convinced. He had that mischievous look in his eyes that hinted at trouble. "You're just so beautiful."

Ah, he definitely had something on his mind.

Your eyes darted from side to side, noticing his widening grin and his attempts to divert his gaze momentarily towards the boys before returning to you.

"Oh no..." you chuckled again.

"What? No, what?" he innocently protested.

"Don't give me that look."

"What look?"

"You know – last time that happened, something happened," your eyes flickered toward Lucas, sound asleep by your legs, hinting that William's expression meant more than just a naughty thought.

"Well, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it?"

William had always valued family deeply. He adored his own immensely, and even when he was single, although he might not have envisioned having children, secretly, he hoped for it.

Sure, to everyone else, he was the laid-back, confident, cheeky guy with impressive hockey skills. But there were many sides to him, and one of those harboured a longing for a family.

Then, when you entered his life, it suddenly felt like a real possibility. Your mature and caring nature took him by surprise, and he fell harder for you than he ever imagined. So, after spending time in a committed relationship, navigating its highs and lows, the idea of creating a true family became a tangible goal for him.

In a way, he felt like a whole new person, although he didn’t change all that much despite becoming a little bit more mature. But it was all so right to him. You were the one he’d want to have by his side for the rest of his life, so after your first son was born, he’d quickly taken the next stepped and locked you down with a ring on that beautiful finger. Letting the world know you belonged to him.

"You're sure you want to try for another one?" you chuckled, your eyes scanning his face.

"Yeah... baby, I'd want a lot more if I could have it my way," he grinned back.

"Easy for you to say," you teased. "You're not the one carrying them around for nine months before having to squeeze them out of your tiny vagina..."

William couldn't help but find your little outburst amusing, though he knew you were right. You were both in agreement about this, so he understood he couldn't demand too much from you.

"No, you're kind of the expert in that area."

"Hmm..." You pondered his words, snuggling a bit more into his warm body. "Perhaps... we could try for another," you gently smiled. "Maybe we'll even manage to create a girl this time."

"I thought you loved having boys."

"Yeah, well, having now experienced all this testosterone running around all the time, I wouldn't mind a little girlyness as well."

"Hmm... well then I guess we'll just have to practice real hard to make the perfect little baby girl," William nudged into the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses.

"Oh yeah, I think we'll have to put in some extra work for this one," you softly breathed out, letting his tender touch take over. 

And before you knew it, you both agreed on carrying each boy into their respective rooms, tucking them nicely in, before leaving the kitchen and living room in the Christmas mess is was, and spend the evening making love in hope for another member to your little family. 

[simp4art]

Guyss, its Nutella Caramel 😍

References courtesy of Pinterest. ✨☺️

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[infinite-wanders]

F1 SECRET SANTA 2022

Ocon - Spiderman book ❤️❤️

Daniel - Polaroid set, Harry Styles shirt ❤️❤️❤️

Latifi - Bee adoption, Nutella cookies ❤️❤️

Seb - Maple tree ❤️❤️

Lance - Bottas gin kit ❤️❤️

Valterri - Minion cycling gear ❤️❤️❤️🤣

Carlos - Pierre Gasly x Alpha Tauri jumper ❤️❤️❤️🔥

Pierre - Monopoly ❤️❤️

Fernando - mirror from Kevin's first car 🤣

Kevin - flag, stress ball, door stop, beard kit 🤣

Alex - used slippers, hair dye, golf lesson 🤣

Checo - Sake ❤️❤️

Yuki - Yukierre picture ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Lando - sexy black golf clothes ❤️❤️

Mick - adopted Lion ❤️❤️

Max - personalised f1 game 🥺😉🥰😍 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Charles - tea set ❤️❤️

Zhou - dino and socks ❤️

George - drum with Brazil flag ❤️

Bonus:

I love how many people guess Daniel as he's thoughtful, takes time to get to know people and also just hilarious

[amamiofacciouncasinoo]

La mia Nutella homemade 😍

[apropositodime]

Oggi mi sono svegliata alle 9, incredibile!!

Mezzo con Nutella e mezzo con marmellata di lamponi.😋😍

Sullo sfondo le ultime luci di festa, le decorazioni le ho tolte ieri 🥰.

Adesso si aspetta la primavera 🌺

[pinkpastels113]

How bout ..to shut them up?!😍

7. to shut them up

“You’re so pretty.”

Beca looks up from her plate, in which she is putting Nutella on a piece of toast on her bedroom floor as a midnight snack. “No, I’m not.”

Chloe tilts her head. She’s a bit tipsy from what Beca hopes is just plain beer, the bottle dangling loosely from her hands, which is laid across her knees. “You are. Just take it.”

Beca laughs. She licks some of the chocolate off her finger before putting the knife down, leaning against the bed frame for support. Contemplating her answer, she ultimately decides to continue on her modest-slash-self deprecating route by deflecting the compliment. “You’re pretty.”

She eats her toast.

Chloe watches her with a weird look in her eyes. It tracks her movement even as Beca chews, swallows, licks her lips to catch any remaining spreading. Beca notices this and raises her eyebrows.

“What?”

“Do you always try to pretend that people don’t find you attractive?”

Now this is new territory. It’s one thing for Beca to act and feel like she is not the most attention worthy person in the room, another to be that person.

Chloe’s question implies that Beca is attention worthy. That Chloe is paying attention and that she notices or maybe even noticed- past tense- that Beca is attractive. Possibly even going so far to imply that Chloe is attracted to her.

“Oh. Uh.” Beca is confused now. Chloe had never shown interest and it is late and maybe Chloe is just under the influence of alcohol. Beca does have a knack for reading too much into things. For overthinking. “I don’t think I’ve had many of those people in my life.”

“I don’t believe that.”

Beca finishes her toast, wiping her hand on a napkin. Her throat is now dry and she’s just about to reach for the cup of water sitting in front of her crossed legs when that is cast aside.

Chloe puts two fingers under Beca’s chin. She uses them to tilt Beca up and Beca can only blink and take in a breath before Chloe is kissing her.

It’s soft, and tastes like the time that is suspended between two new beginnings. Chloe is basically kneeling and Beca is aware of how cheap the carpet is beneath her palms. Chloe’s breath warms Beca’s up and there is a chance that Chloe would not remember this tomorrow and Beca would pretend it never happened, but right now it is enough.

“Shut up,” Chloe says, after she has pulled away, taking her time walking her fingers up Beca’s chin and then flicking it at the tip.

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“Just do it.” Chloe settles back into her spot. Beca is strangely disappointed, even as Chloe raises her beer bottle into the air in Beca’s direction like a toast.

“…okay.”

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[tessa-liam]

Hii 🥰

Does your MC / OC have a guilty pleasure? If so what it is?

@peonierose

Thank you for the ask - I 😍 this question...

OTP MC Riley, dancing like no one is watching😁

OC Riley, the beach, water

OC Sophie, Nutella, chocolate

OC Thalia, mani/pedi, spa time

[missmugiwara]

It was Luffy hours last night now it’s Satoru hours this morning let’s gooooo LMAO in your relationship with him would you cook breakfast for him or the other way around or is it everyone fends for themselves in that household

YES BRING ME MY SLUTTY MEN!

Satoru is making breakfast. We take turns, but making breakfast is usually his thing! He loves to spoil me and he knows how much I appreciate him cooking 😍

He knows I am a sweet tooth just like him, so he's making some chocolate chip pancakes 💙💙💙 Ohhhh or maybe blueberry pancakes or maybe waffles with nutella! I love breakfast food so much!

[ourflagmeansbts]

Source (Season 1 - December 9th 2021)

sambaschutte: “Our Flag Means Death (by chocolate)”🏴‍☠️~ lovely reuniting with @erikaeads after 6 months of me begging her to stop being an amazing AD and make me her chocolate tart. And it is DIVINE😍 In exchange for my “Black and Yero” (named after my bro cos he loves shortbread cookies, nutella, chocolate and passionfruit mousse)✨👨🏾‍🍳 Huzzah to good friends and dessert!🎉❤️

[steff-02]

Maintenant qu’on a bien fait bronzette, c’est le moment de prendre le large. Il est 10h lorsque notre transfert nous dépose à l’aéroport de Punta Cana, devant les guichets d’Europcar. La fille en charge de notre réservation est vraiment très sympathique. Lorsque qu’elle comprend que nous parlons français, elle fait beaucoup d’effort pour nous donner quelques informations dans notre langue maternelle. Je lui demande comment elle a appris le français. Elle me répond l’avoir appris à l’école. Lisant l’étonnement sur mon visage, elle complète sa réponse en expliquant qu’elle a étudié dans une école privée et c’est là qu’elle a eu la chance d’apprendre le français mais que ça plus grosse difficulté c’est la prononciation. Notre discussion de compétences linguistiques terminée et le contrat signé, je prend en main notre Hyundai Verna et direction le supermarché situé à quelques minutes de l’aéroport.

Premier arrêt, l’agence Claro, pour acheter une carte SIM. Le forfait de 5 jours d’internet m’a coûté un peu moins que 5,50CHF 😅.

Deuxième arrêt, le supermarché. Dès notre entrée le sécurisas m’invite à déposer mon sac à dos dans des casiers sécurisés. Le supermarché est très propre et très bien organisé. Les oranges sont rangées une par une pour former une pyramide 🤯. Nous trouvons les deux trois choses dont nous avions besoins et surtout, l’indispensable ! Du Nutella 😍.

Maintenant que nous sommes approvisionnés, nous pouvons prendre la route. Après une heure à sillonner les champs de canne à sucre, nous faisons halte à la « cueva de las maravillas » (la grottes de merveilles). Avec un petit groupe de touriste et notre guide, nous descendons à plusieurs mètres sous terre. Cette grotte de 4.5 km2 était habitée par le peuple Taíno au 15ème siècle. Ils ont marqué leur passage par environ 500 peintures et gravures sur les murs de la grotte. Leurs dessins ressemblent un peu à des tags, un visiteur a même demandé à la guide s’ils étaient authentiques 😂. Une fois la visite de la grotte terminée, la guide nous explique que nous allons remonter pour aller observer les iguanes. En effet, plus de 3000 iguanes vivent dans cette réserve. Ils ne sont pas en captivité, un espace rocheux leur a été créer (aussi pour que les visiteurs puissent les observé plus facilement) mais ils sont libres d’aller ou bon leur semble. ENFIN je vois des iguanes ! Depuis 2021, lorsque nous sommes allé en Guadeloupe que j’aimerais voir des iguanes, en vain… La République Dominicaine abrite une espèce d’iguane que l’on trouve uniquement sur cette île, l’iguane rhinocéros 🦎🦏. Il tient son nom des petites cornes que l’ont peut voir sur son museau !

Maintenant que j’ai finis de faire le paparazzi, nous reprenons la route direction Santo Domingo, à un peu plus d’une heure de route. Lorsque nous arrivons à l’adresse indiquée sur Booking, nous avons la surprise de découvrir que l’appartement que nous avons réservé se trouve dans une résidence gradée 24h/24 par des sécuritas 👍🏼 la propriétaire des lieux est très sympathique. Elle nous fait visiter l’appartement, nous parle un peu des coins sympa et nous laisse son whatsapp si besoin d’autre conseil. Le logement est très spacieux. Petite cuisine, salle à manger, salon, WC et douche séparée et 3 chambres dont une qui dispose d’un WC et d’une douche ! On ne vas pas se marcher dessus 😂 Pour ce soir, on décide de ne pas s’aventurer dans les rues de la capitale, on va souper dans un petit restaurant au bas de l’immeuble ;)