Four pars powdered milk, one part baking soda, six drops lemon essential oil. ten drops chamomile essential oil,
one part dried lemon peel, one part chamomile flowers.
Softens skin, exfoliates, heals eczema and psoriasis, calms acne, hydrates skin without making it oily, enhances relation, soothes sore muscles, removed dead skin and encourages new skin growth, conditions hair, fixes split ends, anti-ageing.
Encourages peace and calm, promotes self love, helps with astral projection, good for after doing a tiring spell, especially a curse, and invigorates throat chakra.
You asked, and Tastes of Tamriel has finally answered! After much experimentation, here is the sweetest sweetroll recipe you’ll ever need! Crisp and crunchy on the outside, moist and soft on the inside, this is a truly legendary treat!
Note: This recipe calls for real vanilla for a taste that will send you to Sovengarde, but if you don’t have that on hand, 1 tsp vanilla extract is fine too. The icing is also quite a conservative amount- just enough to glaze the top. If you want a dripping sweetroll experience, you can double the amount.
You will need:
1 large bundt tin (or 2 smaller ones)
2 cups plain flour
1 tsp baking powder
¾ cup milk
¾ cup water
½ cup caster sugar
1 cup maple syrup or honey
3 eggs, beaten
60g butter, melted
1 vanilla pod, scraped
3 tsp cinnamon powder
1 cup melted butter
1 cup icing sugar
1 vanilla pod, scraped
Preheat oven to 200C/392F and grease your bundt tin well with butter.
In a large mixing bowl, combine all the baking ingredients and mix well. Pour into the bundt tin/s and bake for 45 minutes, or until brown and risen. It should be firm and crusty on the outside. Flip onto a wire rack to cool before transferring to a plate.
For the glaze, combine the melted butter, sugar, and vanilla in a small bowl and whip until well blended. Drizzle over the top of your sweetroll and wait til icing has hardened before eating.
Cinnamon buckwheat pancakes topped with chocolate protein sauce, peanutbutter, fresh strawberries, pomegranate, a bliss Ball and dried bananas 😍 the chocolate sauce is simply made of chocolate protein powder, cacao powder, plant milk and almondbutter 👌
I adapted this from a video by Brothers Green on Youtube (they only used four ingredients but I added salt), and it’s something I whip up the night before school for breakfast! Tastes pretty good for something so easy, and a great way to turn leftover Oreos into a meal.
6 Oreos (or any generic but similar sandwich cookie)
1 Egg / egg substitute
a ~splash~ of Milk (any will do, and you don’t really need a lot. I personally use almond milk)
Baking Powder (like barely a teaspoon)
pinch of Salt
Crush the oreos and combine with the rest of the ingredients in a bowl till it has the consistency of pancake batter. If the batter’s too thick, add some more milk. If the batter’s too watery, add some baking powder. When it reaches the desired consistency, make over an oiled and heated pan like you would regular pancakes. If you have some lying around, whipped cream or peanut butter would be a nice touch.
Summary: You, Tom and Harrison are in quite the predicament when you unexpectedly meet your best friends other best friend. Sometimes, interests can overlap. Part one of three.
Word Count: 4,821
A/N: well guys, remember like six months ago when i asked if anyone wanted a Tom and Harrison love triangle? this is it.
Harrison’s apartment number stands right in front of you, a
glistening silver number on an otherwise smooth white door. You wonder how
exactly he’s able to stay in a cushy place like this for only a couple of weeks
while he does something-or-other in Manhattan.
You thought about asking him, but his door opens, the rush
of air making you shiver. Harrison stares at you with wide eyes for a moment,
taking in your soaking wet figure. It’s uncomfortable, being under his gaze
like that, even though you’ve been friends for years.
“Are you just going to stare at me, or can I come in?” you
blurted, walking by him without waiting for an answer. He seems to regain his
senses about thirty seconds later, closing the door and sliding over to you.
The thing is, Bruce can cook, despite what the kids would like you to think. He isn’t a gourmand, but he’s definitely better functioning in that aspect than most single men who for one reason or another grew up never thinking they would have to cook.
Except Bruce knew he would have to cook one day (Bruce had a concept of mortality: Alfred would, eventually, die. And leave Bruce alone. And it would be terrible, and he would need to cook for himself while also sobbing and watching his world fall apart. Ergo: chase down that particular panic attack with the initiation of cooking lessons.) and the socio-economic reality of sexism and entitlement that left men largely helpless and nonfunctional without a woman (whose life expectancy and happiness were statistically rapidly lowered as the man’s rapidly increased) came later.
…but the bottom line was, Bruce could cook, and sometimes, it was even nice.
But Alfred, who follows his role as Butler like a pre-Lutheran Catholic, would never give permission to be served his ward’s cooking, and perhaps once it was a defense mechanism.
Now, it’s just a little strange when Bruce wakes up before Alfred (who must sleep sometime) and decides to just scramble some eggs, and Alfred refuses to have any when Bruce offers them.
Dick did not get the cooking lessons Bruce did, but he managed okay with reading the instructions, as long as he remembers to read instructions. He doesn’t actually believe there are people who can’t cook. He’s never really met someone who cannot cook. He just assumes there are people who know about cookbooks, and people who don’t even want to try.
He’s pretty sure he’s right.
Anyway, Dick knows about cookbooks, he just doesn’t use them so often when a bowl of cereal or some heavy caloric fast-food is easier. But sometimes it’s a quiet night in Blüdhaven and he just gets that itch for chocolate cake.
And he’ll buy the pre-mixed cake mixes! Which Alfred says ‘isn’t really cooking’ but… it’s just not cooking from scratch, and Dick doesn’t feel like melting a lot of baking chocolate in the microwave (also illegal in Alfred’s opinion) and going out and buying flour and baking soda and… yeah. He’d rather pick up two chocolate cake mixes, some eggs, corn oil, and a bunch of powdered sugar and milk (because he will do homemade buttercream, as one of the few times the extra effort is indisputably worth it).
…and then he realizes he can’t make a triple-decker chocolate cake with raspberries and chocolate buttercream icing and like. Eat all of it entirely on his own?
He’s eating egg noodles for dinner and drives back to the batcave just to get rid of some of this cake. He figures he can stick an ‘eat me’ sign on it and Bruce or Tim or Damian will do the rest. But coming in, Dick spots Alfred first, and–
…Alfred refuses the slice, thank you Master Grayson, but it will just be too rich for him.
(Dick isn’t sure if that’s a joke or not.)
Jason didn’t start cooking until he was long gone, which shouldn’t have been as strange a thing to say as it was, but– “long gone” was definitively an euphemism in the Wayne household.
He certainly didn’t cook at the house.
Timothy mostly made smoothies.
Alfred had explained that one could not, in fact, get the total nutritional count of a meal out of a smoothie, due to the disruption of the stability of the food, but Tim just lifted up his brusselsprout-banana-kale-mango-oat-and-protein-powder smoothie and asked Alfred if he wanted a sip.
Alfred did not.
Damian has never dipped strawberries in chocolate before.
He is meticulous. Exact. He holds each strawberry by all of its leaves, never once letting them dip into residue, and he spins the strawberry just like that until it is covered on all side by chocolate–an even spread on all sides.
Then, he holds the strawberry above the chocolate, watching it drip until the outer shell hardens enough that it will not become flat upon being laid down.
Then he cuts off the stems, leaving the entire berry edible, with no refuse to deal with upon consumption.
The whole time, his other hand stirs the pot of dark chocolate, not wanting it to fully solidify, but wanting the temperature low enough to allow it to truly stick to the berry.
…and before eating any, he presents them to Alfred. Stoically. On a tray, each berry on its individual small dish, each cored and presented uniformly; all facing the same direction.
Alfred is reading the morning news with a small cup of coffee when it happens.
He doesn’t look surprised, but this hadn’t been planned, certainly.
He looks at Damian.
Damian looks back at him.
Not a word is spoken between them. Not until Alfred slowly raises his hand, plucking the smallest berry’s plate, holding it by the rim like a tea saucer, and plucking up the small berry with a careful daintiness.
It fits in his mouth without having to bite. For a moment he considers carefully, chewing.
He sets the plate back down on the tray.
“Excellent work, Master Damian. Truly a mastery of the art.”
SHIRO REVOKES KEITH'S DRIVING PRIVILAGES FOR A MONTH BECAUSE GOD DAMN IT SOMEONE WRAP HIM UP IN BUBBLE WRAP BEFORE ANOTHER INCIDENT OTL (Also they all become closer as a happy fam after this incident because I DEMAND FLUFF AFTER YOU RIP MY HEART OUT LIKE THAT SATAN OVERLORD 😂😂😂)
[The Voltron Family] Shiro drove his family back home and the whole time he was holding Keith’s hand, to which his husband found to be so extra. Their kids just giggled at the back. The kids recovered quickly and went back to school after a week. Keith was somehow still struggling to move in a first few weeks because of his broken ribs and Shiro took a month off to take care of him.
Keith: You didn’t have to do this, Shiro. Just go back to work. *groans* Shiro: But who’s going to take care of you? Rejected. Keith: It’s not like I’m going anywhere. *rolls eyes* Shiro: Keith, please, let me… *rubs Keith’s hand* I just— Keith: *cups Shiro’s face* Babe, I’ll still be here in this bed when you get home. Shiro: *nuzzles Keith’s hand* But what if you need something and no one’s home? *looks sadly at Keith* Keith: I’m a big boy, Takashi. *huffs* Don’t underestimate me. *smiles sadly* Hey, I’m not just gonna disappear and— Shiro: *whispers*I almost lost you. *sobs* Keith: *pulls Shiro into a hug* *starts rubbing his back for comfort* There, there. It’ll take a whole fleet of alien warships to kill me. *chuckles* Even then, I’ll keep coming back to life because there’s no way I’m going to let other people suffer from your stupid lame unfunny puns. Shiro: Now you’re just being mean. Keith: *gives Shiro a peck on the lips* Go back to work on Monday, yeah? Shiro: Only because you asked nicely. *slowly smiles* Keith: Good. Now get out of here! *pushes Shiro away* Get the kids from school. I need to resume my one month of beauty rest. Shiro: Fine. *smiles fondly* *stands up and then leans down to give Keith a kiss on the lips* I’ll be back, Sleeping Beauty.
The whole time Keith was recovering, Lance, Pidge and Hunk spent a lot of time with him in bed. Mostly Hunk because he loved to cuddle his Daddy Keith the most and sometimes he would tell Keith a story he wrote on his own.
Lance and Pidge would always help Shiro bring the trays that contained Keith’s food, until the day Keith can finally move and eat in the dining room, to which Lance would hold his Daddy Keith’s hand—in case he fell he’d gladly catch him. Shiro found it amusing but he knew Keith appreciated the sentiment anyway. Pidge kissed her Daddy Keith a lot recently and Shiro later soon found out that she read somewhere that kisses made people feel better, Shiro could’ve sworn his heart almost burst into extreme fondness towards his youngest daughter.
One day, Keith was finally fully recovered. He grabbed his car keys when Shiro blocked him and snatched up the keys from him.
Shiro: Where do you think you’re going? Keith: Uh, I’m going to do some groceries? We’re out of powdered milk and you know how the kids love their milk— Shiro: Uh, no, sweet pea. I’ll do that for you. Just give me a list— Keith: *glares* Shiro. Give me back my car keys. Shiro: No. Keith: Care to tell me why? *crosses arms* Shiro: You’re not allowed to drive. Keith: *shifts his weight* And why is that so? Shiro: Just to refresh your memory… *looks pointedly at Keith* …in case you forgot, you just got into a car accident— Keith: —which wasn’t really my fault—months ago. Give. Me. Back. My. Keys. Or so help me. Shiro: *adamant* No. *hides the keys* Keith: *groans* Nothing is going to happen to me, except get the powdered milk that we need. Shiro: No. Keith: I can drive myself to the store. It’s not even that far! Shiro:I’ll drive you there. *grabs Keith’s wrist*
They were inside Shiro’s car on their way to the grocery store. Keith was in the passenger seat, brooding, arms crossed in annoyance.
Shiro: Keith… Keith: When are you going to let me drive, Takashi? *grumpy* Shiro: …when you get your license back. Keith: What? *shakes his head in confusion* But I have—
Keith quickly fished out his wallet and lo and behold, his driver’s license was missing! He looked back at his husband…
Keith: YOU TOOK MY LICENSE??!!! *gasping in disbelief* Shiro: *guilty* I did, I did. I’m sorry, but I had to or else— Keith: I’m not completely stupid and helpless, Shiro. You know that. Shiro: I know, but like, I just want to prevent another car accident. *turns his head to look at Keith* Keith: There will be another one if you can’t keep your eyes on the road. Shiro: Sorry! *chuckles* I can’t help looking at you— Keith: Stop flirting with me while you’re driving! Oh my god! Shiro: I’ll stop now. *laughs harder* Keith: So does this mean you’re going to drive me to work then? *raises an eyebrow* Shiro: *turns his head again to look at Keith* YES. Keith: *pushes Shiro’s face towards the front* Eyes on the road, sweet pea.
It had always been Shiro’s dream to drive his family to school and work. First they drop off the kids to their schools. The kids kissed them goodbye before they leave the car and Shiro saw how much that made Keith smile whenever someone said “Bye, Daddies! Love you two! See you later after school!” Keith was the last Shiro had to drop off.
Keith: *unfastens his seatbelt* Alright, thanks for— Shiro: *pulls Keith into a deep kiss* Keith: *smiles and kisses back* Shiro: *separates himself* *gives Keith one last peck* Okay, have a good day back at work. Keith: Will try. *smiles* *opens the door* Shiro: Keith, wait! *pulls Keith back again for another kiss* Sorry. *chuckles* Keith: Sap. *rolls his eyes* I seriously need to go, babe. Shiro: Okay. *gives Keith what he swears is his last peck* Keith: Shiro, I’m serious. Shiro: Okay, okay. Go now before I do something else. *laughs* Keith: *leaves and closes the door* *leans down to the window* Pick me up at 4, yeah? Shiro: Yeah. *smiles* *waves* Bye, love you. Keith: *smiles* Love you, too. Text me when you get to work. Drive safely!
Shiro just smiled as he saw Keith enter the tall building. He could honestly get used to this. Maybe he should just keep Keith’s driver’s license permanently?
Ok guys so @tinyadventureclub‘s quest for the month is to share a recipe and since I’m your friendly neighborhood sapphic mom friend, I’m going to share a cinnamon roll in a mug recipe because it’s honestly the only mug recipe that isn’t shit.
Ok so you’re gonna need
1/2C flour. I use all purpose, if you’re using a different kind find a conversion chart. 1 teaspoon of baking powder. For the love of god use an actual measuring spoon, not the regular spoon bullshit that I see people doing. You will fuck up your cinnamon roll if you do that. 1/8 teaspoon/a pinch of salt. Tbh just fill your 1/4t halfway. about 1/4C of water.
about 1/4C of sugar (brown is best, but you do you). This can vary and I don’t personally end up measuring it out. Some cinnamon.
(optional) A little bit of water.
(also optional if you want icing but how could you not want icing) a little bit of milk (maybe like a capfull tbh). You can use plant based milk too, or maybe water but that probably won’t taste as good. Some powdered sugar
-K so you’re going to mix the first 4 ingredients together in a bowl. You could use a spoon, but tbh I just kneed it with my hands because in the long run it’s faster. You might have to add more flour or water depending on how it’s turning out. -Your gonna plop it down on a flat surface and roll it out. You could smoosh it out or you could use something like the sides of a cup to roll it out, depending on how lazy you are. You’re gonna make it the dimensions of your hand. If you have hella big hands you might have to make it smaller, if you have hella small hands you might have to make it bigger. -Spread the sugar over it. Try not to get it too close to the edges. I don’t bother measuring the ingredients for this part though. Then put however much cinnamon you want. -Roll it up and put it in a mug. Just use an average sized mug. -Now you’re gonna nuke it. Start off at about 40 seconds, and if it’s not done then do increments of 5 seconds until it’s good. Just don’t do it too long or else it’ll get all tough and you’ll be sad. Mine takes about 50 seconds. -For the icing mix the milk and powdered sugar. You can experiment with the amounts until you get the right consistency. -Pour the icing on and eat it.
If you find that your cinnamon roll is dry, next time sprinkle some water on before microwaving it. You’ll probably have to do that if you’re not making icing.
If your cinnamon roll explodes or tastes like shit, there’s too much baking powder. Use less next time.
If the cinnamon roll doesn’t expand, then you need more baking powder. Don’t add too much though.
You can try experimenting with other ingredients, like nutmeg for example. Chocolate might not work because sometimes chocolate does weird shit in the microwave but if you try that let me know how that goes.
3 tbsp unsalted butter 2 oz unsweetened baking chocolate 2 cups buttermilk, room temperature 2 tbsp Grand Marnier 2 ½ cups all purpose flour 2 cups brown sugar, divided 1 tbsp baking powder 1 tsp baking soda ½ tsp salt 1 cup semi-sweet chocolate chips ½ cup unsweetened cocoa powder 2 ½ cups boiling wate
Preheat your Yoder Smokers YS640 to 375°F. Melt the butter and chocolate together in the microwave. In a large mixing bowl combine the flour, 1 cup of the brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Whisk to break up any clumps. Whisk the buttermilk and Grand Marnier into the melted chocolate, then pour the wet mixture into the dry ingredients, and stir until combined. Stir in chocolate chips, then spread the batter into a greased Lodge Logic 12” cast iron skillet.
Combine the remaining (1 cup) brown sugar with the cocoa powder, and sprinkle the mixture evenly over the batter.
Carefully pour the boiling water over the top. Transfer to the cooker and bake for about 30-45 minutes until the center is firm to the touch.
Serve warm with ice cream, spooning the sauce from the pan over the cake.
‘…you always look like a little angel when you’re beneath me’
Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs, graphic descriptions of everything,so please don’t read if you’re easily triggered and please don’t do drugs.
A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. There are mistakes, I’ll reread it later. I’m anxious as fuck, so please, please tell me how you feel about this part and feel free to ask questions. Enjoy!
You were on your knees, in the dirt. The others from your
group were doing the same on either side of you. You glanced over at Rick, your
group’s leader, who looked defeated. You felt a flash of fear run through your
entire body as one of the men that captured your group called out “let’s meet
the man!” before banging a fist on the door of the RV that was parked in front
of you. The door flung open and out slowly walked the man you’ve heard so much
about; Negan. He had a huge grin plastered across his face and his baseball bat
Lucille slung over his shoulder. “Which
one of these sorry fucks is the leader?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly,
“this one” the man from before said while pointing over to Rick, who was kneeling
beside you. Negan started striding towards Rick, until he looked over at you
and stopped dead in his tracks. The grin on his face grew bigger as he locked onto
your dark blue eyes and walked over so he was standing directly in front of
you. He slowly bent down and placed his
hand on your chin, tilting it up, so you were face to face, “well hello
beautiful, aren’t you just an everyday Marilyn Monroe” you smiled slightly at
him, he looked attractive when he walked out of the trailer, but up close he
was as handsome as ever. “What’s your name sweetheart?” he asked softly, “L-Lara”
you whispered gazing into his eyes. Negan stared at you for awhile before
chuckling “honey, it isn’t everyday that I’m at a loss for fucking words” he
then stood up and motioned at two of his men and said “take her into the truck
and lock it, she’s coming back with us”.
After awhile Negan walked up to the truck and got in, he put
Lucille down between you two and you noticed the blood and pieces of flesh
attached to it, you gasped knowing that it must belong to one of your friends.
You were terrified and pressed yourself to the door, getting as far away from
Negan as you could. Negan noticed and glanced over to you and brushed your soft
hair with his gloved fingers as you flinched, “sweetheart, trust me when I say
that I’d never hurt a pretty little thing like you”. You felt slightly relieved
but continued to keep your guard up. “W-where
are we going?” you asked quietly trying to make conversation, “my compound,
Sanctuary” Negan responded lowly. You took a deep breath and stared out the
After a few minutes you and Negan arrived at Sanctuary, his men
opened the large gate securing the compound and Negan drove in. You got out of the truck and folded your arms
around each other, it was the middle of the night and you were wearing a short
sleeved t-shirt, it was freezing. Negan walked over to you and noticed you
shivering, he took off the black leather jacket he was wearing and wrapped it
around you, “better?” he asked, “yes, thank you” you replied, “no, fucking
problem” Negan gave you a wink and started walking off, you quickly followed
him and noticed a lot of his men staring at you, you kept your face forward,
staring at Negan’s broad back, until one of his men whistled at you. Suddenly
Negan faced him and punched the man in the face knocking him to the ground “I
WILL NOT allow any of you fuckers to make my fucking guest feel
un-fucking-comfortable, do I make myself motherfucking clear!?”, “yes, sir” the
man groaned, blood dripping out of his nose. Negan turned around and grabbed
your hand leading you away from his men.
Negan brought you to his room and shut the door behind him;
you took a seat on the plush sofa and looked around Negan’s well furnished
home. “Want anything to drink?” he asked leaning against the wall, “a cup of tea
would be nice, thank you”, Negan chuckled “do I look like I fucking drink tea?
The closest thing I’ve got is coffee”, you smiled “coffee sounds great”. Negan
walked into his small kitchen, and returned a few minutes later with a cup of
hot coffee, powdered milk, and some packets of sugar and placed them on the
table in front of you, before walking off to pour himself a glass of whisky; he
then sat on the sofa beside you. “That jacket looks fucking sexy on you” he
said before taking a sip of his drink. You giggled and blurted out “trust me,
it looks better on you” you looked at Negan who put his now empty glass onto
the table and leaned back, licking his lips. You put the cup of coffee down “actually,
could I have a glass of that stuff?” you said pointing over at the bottle of
amber colored whisky, “atta’ girl” Negan replied before standing up and pouring
you a glass and handing it to you. He sat back down and watched as you quickly
gulped the liquid down and leaned forward setting the glass on the table, right
when you sat back up Negan grabbed your face with his now gloveless hands and
pulled you in for a kiss, you kissed back, his lips felt warm and soft against
yours. You felt Negan bite your lower lip softly before slipping his tongue
into your mouth, you let a quiet moan escape.
Negan slid his jacket
off of you and brought his hands down to the bottom of your shirt and slowly
pulled it off, he looked down at your lacy black bra and bit his lip. “Take the
rest of your clothes off for me, I wanna watch” he said as his dark eyes filled
with lust. You stood up and turned around, you quickly jumped as Negan slapped
your ass, you then began unhooking your bra, throwing it back at Negan, before
slowly slipping your pants off, giving Negan a great view of your ass in the
lacy black panties you were wearing that matched your bra. “I can’t wait any
fucking longer” you heard Negan growl before feeling his arms around your waist
pull you back so that you were sitting on his lap, you felt Negan’s erection
poking through his jeans. You started slowly grinding your hips back and forth
over it, “you’re such a fucking tease” Negan hissed in your ear, before picking
you up and throwing you onto the sofa. You laid on your back and wiggled watching
Negan pull his shirt off, before he slowly pulled your panties off, you bit
your finger and looked up at him watching him take the sight of you completely
naked in. He suddenly pushed your legs apart and slid his face in, you threw
your head back instantly, as Negan flicked his tongue against your clit, giving
it a few sucks every once in awhile. You grabbed onto the couch with one hand
and onto his dark hair with the other as you grinded your pussy on his tongue
and mouth. Negan shook his head from side to side quickly brushing his tongue
across your clit, while squeezing onto your thighs with his hands. You felt a
knot form in your stomach as the pleasure was rising through you. “Don’t stop
daddy, oh god, I’m gonna cum”, Negan buried his face deeper, letting out a
groan at your words. You continued grinding your hips until the ecstasy hit and
you came all over his mouth and beard.
Negan pulled his face away, and stroked his mouth wiping
away your wetness, as you tried catching your breath. “You taste so fucking
sweet” he hissed before he unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and boxers
off. You looked at his cock that was standing up, fully erect. You licked your
hand and leaned over to Negan, taking a hold of his cock and stroking it, while
kissing him, you could taste your pussy on his lips. Negan looked down at you
stroking him and opened his mouth letting out a growl. You giggled into his ear
seeing how weak you were making the man that everyone feared.
Negan pushed you onto you back again and positioned himself
between your legs, before sliding himself into your wet pussy. He didn’t hold
back at all, and started vigorously thrusting into you; he stared down, licking
his lips as he watched himself slam into you. You grabbed onto Negan’s arms as
you let out loud moans “keep fucking me, just like that daddy” you purred.
Negan’s gaze went to your face as he gritted his teeth together. He continued
fucking you as fast as he could, he had unbelievable stamina. Suddenly Negan
pulled out and flipped you over onto your stomach and leaned on top of you, “I’m
gonna fuck that tight little ass of yours” he hissed into your ear before
biting your shoulder softly. You had tried anal before, and weren’t really into
it, but the thought of Negan pounding into your ass made you quiver. “Be
gentle, Negan” you whispered.
Negan got between your legs and spread your ass open; he
spat in his hand and rubbed it on his cock before sliding into your ass slowly.
“Fuck you’re so fucking tight” he moaned, you gripped onto the couch as hard as
you could as you adjusted to Negan’s size.
Once Negan was completely inside of you he slowly slid back in and out
of you, moaning at the tightness, until he speed up and began thrusting into
you. He held your hips for leverage and rocked his body against yours as hard
as he could. You let out cries of pleasure as you felt his cock pulsate inside
of you. “Cum inside of me please daddy” you begged, and at your words Negan
released his love inside of you, he threw his head back his eyes shut tight.
Negan slowly pulled out, his cum dripping out of your ass.
He gave your ass a slap and chuckled “fuck I think I’m in love”. You rolled
over and gazed at Negan’s sweaty chest and face. “Stay here, I can’t give that
ass and pussy up baby, I’ll go fucking mad” Negan said as he laid on top of you
giving you a kiss. You ran your fingers through Negan’s hair. “I don’t know, my
group will be worried about me” you whispered. Negan looked up at you “who
gives a fuck, you didn’t seem to be worried about them while you were calling
me daddy, and taking it in the ass”, you gently slapped his arm and giggled. “Fine,
I’ll stay, since you’re in love with me and all that” you teased. Negan kept
his head against your chest and smirked, “you know you love ‘daddy’ too”.
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I voted for the first time today 🇫🇷! Celebrating with a huge stack of turmeric and cinnamon pancakes hence the funky but totally natural bright orange color 💛
Juice of one lemon
1 ¼ cup plant based milk
1 cup flour
1/3 cup sugar
½ tablespoon baking powder
For the cinnamon ones : ½ tablespoon cinnamon
For the turmeric ones : ½ tablespoon turmeric powder
Combine the milk and lemon juice. In another bowl combine the dry ingredients. Add in the milk and whisk until the batter has no lumps and is smooth. Divide the batter in two bowls if you’re making cinnamon and turmeric one before adding the powders. Heat a non stick pan over medium heat. Pour the batter and flip when bubbles form at the surface. Cook for an additional 1-2 minutes. Make your pretty stack and add toppings like fig jam, berries and kiwi pieces ❣️