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Ruby Eyes and Hands of Ice
Loki x F!Reader
Summary: In a moment of passion, Loki accidentally reveals the identity he’s been trying to hide.
Warnings: mild smut, scared/anxious Loki, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. I still consider this as 18+ so please exercise caution.
A/N: This is for one of my babies who got stuck in a car ride @mochie85 haha But of course, it’s for everyone to enjoy as well. It’s been a while since I wrote something like this so yeah.
A drabble this may be, I do want to hear your feedback and your reblogs will help this story flourish further. And as always, I hope you enjoy! 💚
You hum against Loki’s lips, kissing him back softly yet full of intent, as his hand cups the underside of your tit, his thumb rolling against your taut nipples. He holds both your wrists in a vice, pinning you down on the bed and your arms fight against his grip when your skin tingles from the wake of his touch as he slides his hand down to your pelvis and even lower to the apex of your thighs.
A sudden chill then takes you by surprise, making you bite on Loki’s lower lip slightly too hard which causes him to pull back and look down at you with concern.
“Are you alright, love?” He asks but you’re speechless as you lay there in wonder, taking in his image.
A hue of soft blue takes the place of his pale skin, his face littered with raised markings on his forehead, cheeks and around his lips. But what takes your breath away are his eyes; gone are the emeralds you adore, replaced by rubies that shine beautifully down on you.
“My love,” His voice pulls you out of your trance and you blink to see his eyes laced with worry. “What’s wrong?
“Loki—” You pull a hand free from his hold and slowly reach up to caress his cheek, your eyes trailing the markings on his face while your thumb traces them, feeling the raised lines underneath. “Your skin—” You breathe, “I-it’s blue.”
You see his eyes grow wide in shock, pulling himself up from the bed. He’s frantic and you sense the fear surrounding him, making you sit up all the same, watching him move away to sit on the edge of the bed while he looks down at his hands. He bows his head and closes his eyes, hands clenched into fists against his thighs and slowly, the blue fades and his skin reverts back to its milky shade.
“I-I’m sorry you had to see that,” He whispers into the air and you move to kneel on the bed, looking at him with sorrow. “I promise I’ll be more in control of—” His words die on his lips as you take him by surprise, straddling his lap and cupping his face and pressing your lips against his.
You feel the worry in him, the trepidation that has sliced through his usual composure and it makes your heart ache that it’s because he’s shown the side of him that he constantly hides, one that he never once ventured to reveal to anyone, even to you.
He’s told you of his origin, that he’s not born of Asgard and that he hailed in the land of what they call Frost Giants. That he is one of the monsters Asgardian parents tell their children at night—‘somewhat similar to what you Midgardians call the Boogeyman’—he once told you in comparison.
Not once has he shown you what a frost giant looked like, what his people looked like—until now, and if you dare tell the truth, you see no monster.
You slowly pull your lips away, your hand sliding down to the side of his neck, gently caressing it while you rub your thumb against the edge of his jaw, trying your best to soothe his anxiety.
“Don’t—don’t hide from me, Loki.” You whisper, leaning down to press your forehead against his and you hum when you feel his hands frame your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh. “It’s beautiful.” You look down at him, your eyes meeting his emeralds and you move your hand to press your thumb against his lower lip. “You’re beautiful.”
His breath hitches at your words and you don’t give him a chance to speak, taking his lips once more and wrapping your arms around him to hold him tight. You sense his smile against the kiss and you return it just the same before a moan escapes you when you feel the chill of his hands once again kiss your heated skin.
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Behind Closed Doors Masterlist
Roommate!Loki x F!Reader
Summary: You and your roommate, Loki, have come to a mutual arrangement. But as time passes by, you can’t help but wish for it to be more.
Warnings: 18+ content, smut and angst
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Part III
Part IV
Part V
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Milf and Cookies
pairing; Lumberjack!Henry x Pregnant!Shy!Reader
summary: Henry’s wants his shy wife’s titty milk and pussy, a gender reveal, and baby Marly the Cat goes missing. (Lactation!Kink)(Dilf!Henry)(Dom!Henry)
(short story 🫶)
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“H-Hen, I-I can’t find b-baby Marly” Y/n whined plopping herself onto her grumpy husband’s lap, his hands instinctively reaching around to grope her ass, clad in some soft cotton shorts. “Shh s’okay sugar cube, ‘m sure our baby hasn’t toddled off too far” Henry grumbled moving his hand up to smooth over her 8 month bump, feeling his little miracle squirming inside their momma.
“B-But she isn’t i-in her cat h-house, o-or the bed a-and not even the nursery!” Y/n whined blowing her nose as Henry held the tissue for her, her fingers fiddling with the hem of his white vest, his new tattoo on his chest being exposed slightly. “baby bun don’t worry your pretty lil head alright? We can go find baby Marly together, now have you checked everywhere in the house?”
“Mhm even u-under the bed”
“How on hell did you get onto the ground?” Henry quirked knowing damn well she struggled to even get clothes on or lotion up after a shower, leading to him having to lather her up in her coconut body butter, and helping her get her clothes on (that’s on the odd occasion she didn’t sleep in the nude) “I-I used my stool t-to help me down”
A sharp squeal immediately left her pouty lips as his hands made contact with her ass, grabbing onto it, “aw sugar pie, if you need help ya call daddy, don’t ya momma?” He growled through gritted teeth as she nodded, it wasn’t surprising that now he had knocked her up, his possessive and protectiveness had increased by ten folds. Helping her to slip on some shorts, he held her hand tightly as they both slipped on their matching fluffy crocs (ones she again insisted they buy at the market)
Her mood instantly lightening up at the sight of all the flowers and fruits starting to bloom, with her giggling at simply nothing and everything; Henry swinging their hands and bringing it up to kiss her knuckles every few minutes. “W-what if w-we can’t find b-baby?” She whimpered remembering why they were out there in the first place,
“I’ll find her momma don’t you worry, in fact a’ think I can see her from ‘ere” Henry stopped looking in between the tall grass to see their tiny white flur baby, mingling with a larger black grumpy looking cat, how ironic. “Looks like Marly got a boyfriend” Henry chuckled bending down to see both of the cats cuddling together, their tails interlinked as the black cat licked up Marly’s fur.
“O-Oh my! They’re so cute” Y/n squealed looking up to Henry, with that same sparkle in her eyes, he already knew what she was about to ask, “Fine yes okay, we can take him home, as long as we don’t find a collar on him or anythin like that, sound okay sugar cube?” She nodded eagerly picking up Marly, watching as the black cat walked alongside them to the log wood cabin.
“Now come on momma, let’s leave these two in their bed while I tend to my baby, we still have to cut the box remember?” He whispered, seeing the sugar cube shaped cupcake sitting waiting for them, it had only arrived that morning; in it contained the gender of their little miracle and God could he not wait. With Y/n wanting Marly to be with them for the whole experience. “O-Oh yeah, I f-forgot”
“S’okay baby I know you’re dumbed out, can’t help it with your condition” He smiled sickly rubbing over her stomach as he sat them both onto the couch, the box sitting on her lap as she giggled and nodded along to his insult. His hands combing back her hair gingerly, her nose wrinkling every so often. “C-can we cut i-it now? m’ excited” She whispered wiggling on his lap, watching intently as he took the cupcake from her hands, peeling back its covering.
“Open wide bun” He whispered watching her take a bite, showcasing that she would be bringing a precious baby boy and baby girl into the world. The perfect mix of them both, a tiny Henry and an even tinier Y/n, both of them cocooned away in their momma’s stomach all safe and sound. “I-It’s both? Does that m-mean twins Hen?” She said shocked, feeling Henry smirk and chuckle as he licked up the cream from her lips and chin; not only did he manage to knock her up, but he managed to double it.
“Aww baby I could fuck you till the sun goes down, my little petal givin’ me two miracles at once, your pussy really musta milked my cock for all its worth” His hands patted her stomach as tears rushed to her eyes, she finally knew what she was having, her own little boy and girl; if anything this was a dream to her. “S-stop it, y-you’re ruinin’ the moment, tell y-your dads to s-stop it” She sniffed putting her hand on too of Henry’s, feeling the strong kicks following their touch everywhere they moved, their babies were here right now.
“You better not take her away from me squirts, Cus a’ swear my woman is-“
“Y-you gotta l-learn to share” Y/n huffed crossing her arms, “Yeah sure, one tit for them and one for me” Henry chuckled leaning down to press a kiss onto the exposed part of her chest, cupping underneath it and squeezing the swollen flesh softly, watching as her shirt dampened due to her milk coming in earlier than normal. He maintained eye contact with her as he licked over her hardened nipple over the thin fabric, the sweet milk streaming into hid mouth ad he started to suckle gently, a habit he had picked up to help her fall asleep and him at the same time. Sometimes with him waking up due to her nipple popping out of his mouth, or with her when she realised the pressure in them was building up again. Either way it was a new bonding experience for them both
“I wan’ go to b-bed, m’ tired” She whispered kissing the top of his, her eyed lidded while she watched him press kisses onto her tits, taking his sweet time with each one of them. “Alright sugar, I’ve got ya, get ya all nice n’ snuggled in” He grunted picking her up, carrying her to their shared marital bedroom, their pictures littering the room in pink fluffy photo frames she had chosen.
Sitting slightly upwards with an extra pillow underneath her head, she shuffled towards Henry’s side, letting him lay his head onto her puffy chest; sighing out in relief as he started kissing and sucking at her nipples. Lifting his head up he spat some of her own milk into her mouth, letting her taste it as he licked wetly into her mouth, drool and excess milk dripping from the sides of their lips. His babygirl’s sweet milk was the best thing he had tasted, and he’d rather die before sharing it with someone else but he knew better than to mess with his woman and their babies. Their baby boy and baby girl, their miracles
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PSA: I know this is short, but tomorrow I’m posting a full fic on how Shy!Y/n lost her virginity to Lumberjack!Henry :)) So if you would like tagged in that tomorrow please let me know🫶
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Teach Me
4. April
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“Hey, Jayla has been too nervous to ask you, but do you want to come to her birthday party this weekend?” Jack asked over the phone, his voice raspier than it sounds in person. “We’re just having a few of her friends and family over at the house.”
Ariel smiles softly into her pillow. “I’d love to come to her party!”
“Good. Jayla has been talking about this party nonstop. She would've been upset if you weren’t able to come.”
The late night hour made her feel bold. “And you? Would you be upset?”
She couldn’t help but smile at the soft laughter coming from the other end of the phone. “Fuck yeah, you might the one I’m looking forward to being there the most.”
“Good” Ariel said with a smile and cuddled further into the covers. Ariel loved her nightly chats with Jack, each conversation he would share more about himself.
“Don’t tell me you fell asleep on me? Am I that boring?”
She fights to keep her eyes open not wanting to hang up the phone. “No, I’m just resting my eyes.” Ariel protested fighting back a yawn.
“Go to sleep, I’ll stay on the line.” Jack said fondly, his voice luring her to sleep.
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The week came and went and it was officially the day of Jayla’s birthday party and Ariel was ringing the doorbell of a beautiful 2 story home.
She could hear the sounds of kids screaming and laughing. Moments later Jack opens the door with a big smile, stepping aside so that she could walk in. Before she could greet him, Jayla was running up to her. “Miss Love!” she said, hugging her jean clad legs. Crouching down in front of her, she wraps her arms around Jayla giving her a hug. “Happy birthday, Jayla!”
She gives her a huge smile that mirrored her father’s before taking her hand and tugs her through the house. Ariel couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder at Jack, and give him a small wave before following her. She was confused at first when Jayla pulled her into the bathroom.
“What’s wrong, Jayla?”
Jayla motions towards her hair. “Can you redo my hair? Daddy only really knows how to do buns and a ponytail, I want something different!” Jayla said with a small pout, and nervously playing with the KY necklace around her neck.
“Of course, we have to make sure the birthday girl looks the best!” Ariel said without a second thought and patted the stool that was in the bathroom and motioned for Jayla to sit.
Smiling at Jayla in the mirror, she says “ok so how does the birthday girl want her hair?”
Tapping her finger to her chin, “I think I want to wear it down!”
Ariel nodded before adding “Easy enough, how about we do half up, half down? That way you don’t have to worry about hair getting in your face.”
Jayla nodded and clapped her hands in excitement. At her approval Ariel got to work.
Taking her hair out of its ponytail, Ariel grabbed the water bottle from the counter to hydrate her curls, making sure to explain each step. Ariel started separating the coils and curls to make sure she didn’t miss any.
She then grabbed the coconut water leave in conditioner to moisturize the hair. While she turned to grab a hair tie she could see Jayla turning her head back and forth bouncing her curls, making her smile. Ten minutes later Jayla's hair was perfectly half up/half down, with the curls falling down her back, a butterfly clip to match the theme of her party.
Jayla softly touched her hair, smiling wide at herself in the mirror. Turning around she gave Ariel a huge hug. “Thank you soooo much, Miss Love! I love it!”
Hugging her back just as tight, “Anything for the birthday girl! Now, come on, let’s get back to the party!”
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Jack might have gone overboard with the party, but he was finding it hard to care when he saw how happy Jayla was. Usually they would spend birthdays with just the two of them and then the following day they would go to his mothers house to celebrate again, but this year Jayla wanted a party.
Jayla was fascinated with butterflies and wanted that to be a theme. So Jack got to work and searched everywhere he could to find butterfly decorations. He paid way too much money on the butterfly balloon arch that was setup by the dessert table, but the beaming smile on Jayla’s face was worth it.
The party goes well into the afternoon, Jack smiles watching Ariel interact with all his family and friends. With the genuine smiles on everyone's faces he knew they loved her. For some reason, knowing that they loved her took a weight off his shoulders.
While he was more comfortable having the party at his house, there was still a relief when everyone started to leave. After trying to push Urban and his mother out the door, both of which tried to drop hints how much they loved Ariel. He closed the door with a sigh, shoulders finally dropping.
Ariel stayed behind to help clean despite his protest, sweeping and picking up leftover plates and cups. “Hey, you really don’t have to stay behind to help. You’re a guest.”
“I clean up after 15 kids every day of the week. I don’t mind.” Waving away his concerns and throwing more trash in the trash bins.
As Jack helped clean, he couldn’t help but stop and watch how freely she moved around his home. He could see her being a permanent fixture in Jayla and his life. When she arrived and Jayla dragged him away, he managed to find them in the bathroom. The giggles as Ariel did her hair gave them away. Outside of his mother, Ariel was the only woman in Jayla’s life he trusted. He loved that Jayla trusted her enough to ask her to do her hair.
After taking the trash outside he watched as Ariel fussed over Jayla, making sure she put all her gifts away, she did it without a single complaint.
It didn’t take long for them to finish cleaning. Jayla, still in her party dress, was spread out on the couch, nodding off. Jack walks over to lift her up, Jayla’s face pressed into his neck. “I’ll be right back.” He whispers to Ariel who simply nods.
Side stepping all her toys and gifts she received today, he carefully placed Jayla in her bed. She snuggles under the overs as he brushes his fingers across her hair. “Happy Birthday, baby girl.”
Jayla gives him a sleepy smile. “Thank you daddy. I had the best day.”
All he could do was smile at her, before leaning down to press a kiss to her head. Just as he was about to get up to leave the room Jayla spoke again.
“Ariel, read me a story?” She sleepily requested. The use of her first name didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“Let me go ask her, ok?”
Jack walked back down the stairs to the living room, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his hands. Ariel gave him a bright smile when she saw him.
“Hey, the birthday girl wants you to read her a story” Jack said leaning against the wall of the entranceway. Jack loved the way her eyes lit up at the request, bounce in her step as she followed him back to Jayla’s room.
His heart begins to feel tight in his chest as he watches Ariel sit on the edge of her bed, just like he would, grabbing a book from her bookshelf.
Jack had never thought about anyone joining their little family. In the last four years, the few dates he’s been on. Nothing fazed him. Content with the way things were. Then walked in Ariel Love. Now all he could think about was her joining their family.
Her voice was soft but animated as she read the book to Jayla. He watches them from the doorway, smile on his lips. He could watch this every night. Ariel’s face warms as she looks up and finds Jack looking at them with a fond smile.
Jayla was fighting to keep her eyes open as Ariel closes the book. She pushes her now wild curbs behind her ear before whispering a goodnight and one last happy birthday. Jayla gives her a sleepy smile.
When Ariel goes to stand up, Jack walks back over saying his own goodnight. Pressing a kiss to Jayla’s head. “I love you.”
Ariel waits for him at the door as Jack checks to make sure Jayla’s night light was turned on, before leaving the room.
As they made it back to the living room, he motions her to the couch. Both letting out quiet sighs as they sit down.
Turning his head to look over at Ariel “Thank you.” Thinking he was thanking her for coming to the party and helping with the cleaning she replied “No, thank you for inviting me. I had the most wonderful time. You have the best friends and family!” Ariel told him with a smile.
He smiled hearing that she loved his family but he shook his head, that’s not what he was thanking her for.
“I meant, thank you for everything you do for Jayla. Today for example, you did her hair today with no questions asked.”
Jack stops her as she tries to wave him off like it was no big deal. Reaching over to grab her hand, so she could focus on him. “It’s a big deal, and seeing you in my home and laughing with my family today made me realize how I don’t want you to leave.”
Ariel looked at him in surprise, butterflies in her stomach. “Really?”
He smiled at the shocked expression on her face. “Yeah, I haven’t dated anyone since Alyssa but I really like you. A lot. You’ve become such a fixture in not only mine but Jayla’s life as well.”
Ariel smiled at that. The moments they’ve shared over the last few months made her want more. She wanted to greedily take everything Jack would give her and more. It scared her how much she wanted to be a part of his and Jayla’s life.
“I like you a lot too Jack. I know you haven’t dated since Alyssa but we can take our time. We don’t have to rush into this.”
Jack let out a sigh of relief at hearing her say that, tightening his hold on her hands.
“How are you so…perfect and understanding?”
Her face felt warm again at the statement, “I don’t know about perfect…”
“Well, you’re pretty damn close.”
Ariel just playfully rolls her eyes. “Like I said, let’s take this slow. The school year is over in a couple months, how about we just continue to get to know each other, and go on dates. When the school year is over we can go from there.”
Jack nodded in agreement. The next two months would fly by, as he tugged at her hand lightly, and shifts on the couch to pull her in closer, he knew he wouldn’t need the full two months to decide if this is what he really wanted.
“When’s the last day of school?” He asks her
“June 12th.”
“Going to mark that shit down in my calendar.”
Ariel leans into him with a soft laugh and he smiles. There was no place he’d rather have her be, than in his arms. June 12th can’t come fast enough
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AN: I know I said the last chapter was my favorite but this one might top it just a little. Thank you everyone for all the love you guys show for this series. We only have two chapters left after this one 🫣 As always tell me your thoughtsssss :)
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Your Precious Love
[A/n: Back with a new fic, didn’t do any of my requests because my brain was not on my side today. But I listened to this song for half of the day so I had to write something with it]
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Ooh, every day there's something new (oh, baby)
Honey, to keep me lovin' you (oh, honey)
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Riri woke up to an empty bed, looking around she noticed the sun had risen and her room was a lot cleaner. The folded clothes were in drawers and the papers on their table were finally organized.
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And with every passin' minute (oh, true love)
Oh baby, so much joy wrapped up in it
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She left her room in search of her girlfriend of 1 year. She found you dancing around the kitchen to "Your Precious Love" with eggs on the stove and the smell of cinnamon buns in the oven wafting throughout the room. Riri wrapped her arms around her girlfriend as she seasoned the eggs. Rocking her back and forth to the beat. Putting her head onto your shoulder she whispered, “Baby i missed you in bed this morning’ pouting her face at you. “I just had a burst of energy this morning and decided to put it to use.” You smiled leaning your head towards hers. You decided to wear one of Riri’s big work shirts with a pair of sweats today and Riri felt like she fell in love with you even more.
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Oh, heaven must have sent you from above
Oh, heaven must have sent your precious love (oh)
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Riri kissed the top of your head, smelling the coconut shampoo you used the night before. “I haven’t even asked to marry you and you still treat me like you’re my housewife” she said, smirking at you. “You’re definitely exaggerating baby” you laughed at her comment, feeling your face being pulled into a smile.
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She kissed you again this time on the cheek before spinning you around to the music.
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And I, I've got a song to sing (oh, darling)
Tellin' the world about the joy you bring (oh, sweet heart)
And you gave me a reason for livin' (oh, honey)
And ooh, you taught me, you taught me the meaning of givin'
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As the song ended she kissed you once more on the lips before picking you up and placing you on the counter, straddling your legs. You always loved when she picked you up, being a little bit shorter than her was definitely something you loved. You spent a few minutes with her in silence before hopping off the counter to finish off the eggs.
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To find a love like ours is rare these days
'Cause you've shown me what happiness is in so many ways
I look in the mirror, and I'm glad to see
Laughter in the eyes where tears used to be
“You know I love you so much right?” Riri said, breaking the silence. “Yes of course baby, you show me all the time.”
Oh, heaven must have sent you from above
Oh, heaven must have sent your precious love (oh)
Oh, heaven must have sent you from above
Oh, heaven must have sent your precious love
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Chinatown staple Diamond Bakery closes as owner retires, July 2, 2023
'Diamond Bakery has been a Calgary favourite and certainly a Chinatown go-to for BBQ pork buns, egg tarts and deep-fried pork dumplings,' said Ward 7 Coun. Terry Wong
A decades-long fixture in Calgary’s Chinatown is closing shop, as its owner celebrates moving into retirement.
In a social media post, the Chinatown Business Improvement Area commended owner Henry Chan for his 30 years running the bakery.
“Henry Chan is one of the kindest and most hard-working merchants you will find in Chinatown and we wish him all the best in his retirement,” they wrote.
Ward 7 Coun. Terry Wong is a former executive director of the Chinatown BIA.
He said Diamond Bakery will be missed, but that there will be an opportunity for a new business to make its home in Chinatown.
“Diamond Bakery has been a Calgary favourite and certainly a Chinatown go-to for BBQ pork buns, egg tarts and deep-fried pork dumplings that we’re going to miss,” Wong said.
“We wish the owner a great retirement and look forward to another great Chinatown cultural offering.”
City council recently approved a plan that aims to grow the historic Chinatown while preserving the downtown area’s cultural heritage.
That plan will involve new infrastructure development, including mixed-use residential-commercial buildings and public spaces, with developers needing to meet certain Asian esthetic requirements in their designs.
Jason Herring for the Calgary Herald
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My go-to for Hong Kong bakery staples like pineapple buns, coconut and egg tarts, and cocktail buns. They had an even wider selection of when I was a kid: 缽仔糕, 白糖糕, fried curry beef bun, wedding pastries, and until the pandemic their selection of mooncakes. The original must-have was their large palmiers--the kind a kid should probably split in two but didn't because there was always the promise you'd have another next week.
"Staple" doesn't quite illustrate the institutional position, it was the oldest independent Chinese bakery in the city and provided a very specific sense of home for so many of us. 老板, his staff, and Diamond Bakery are an integral part of the story Calgary's Chinatown. We were all so lucky to have shared in their warmth.
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The wholesome "try not to laugh at your girlfriends sleepy mumbles" challenge
#ocxcanon sweet short-lore in the caption 💛🧡💙
"Ben… B.. en… gib… me… the wreck you… stupid… zZZZzzz..." Nemo's sleeping demeanor was quite the sight: a drooling mouse with messy hair tied into a bun, murmuring nearly inaudible nonsense. 🐭
"Alliqui… You… suck… - Jerk…"
Ace always had a good idea of what his cheeky girlfriend dreamt about. Her sleep-mumblings typically consisted of curses directed at her brother or her poorly-programmed assistant-robot. 😅
"Coco… Firecracker… we .. - need - … get coco…" Of course, dreams about the 'Holy Grail' of deliciousness were part of the repertoire. Whenever she voiced these desires and he hadn't yet fallen asleep, it often made him stifle his laughter. Ace didn't want to wake her, but it frequently kept him awake a bit longer, enjoying her whimsical stories. 🤗🥰
It was a personal ASMR experience, a softly spoken lullaby that inevitably guided him to sleep, regardless of the smiles it brought. (*￣3￣)╭
"Ace…" When she mumbled his name, that was usually the sweetest part. "I… love… you… stupid…" 🤍
Always tough Nemo had a soft spot for her best friend and beloved. An incredible sweetness that usually melted into his arms, clung to him, or buried her face in his chest. Every girl knew there was no better place to sleep than in the embrace of her boyfriend, snug and warm.
When they awoke in the morning, they engaged in a little game they loved to play. "Five more minutes…"
Every additional five minutes meant another dose of quality alone time, tender affection, and gentle caresses. These extra moments often multiplied into an hour or more. And don't even think about trying to get her out of bed; it would lead to a playful tantrum, ending with Ace carrying Nemo to the breakfast table. There, another morning ritual unfolded: attempting to keep her awake with coconuts, pancakes, and coffee. ☕
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Just Acting
tell me this gif isn’t hot asf…..18+ story! ignore any typos
Chapter Seven
You sleep in pretty late, waking your lazy ass up at 11:30am. You put on some coffee and answer the absurd amount of texts from Aisha and Jess. Obviously, they're bombarding you about the date you have with Jordan tonight.
A part of you is nervous but the other part is excited to get back into dating. You haven't had a boyfriend in a while, and honestly the last wasn't a very good experience. You can't handle pushy people, probably because you're so damn stubborn. This guy was a complete asshole. But you are excited to get a new start.
You're trying not to get your hopes up about Jordan. He seems pretty nice and chill, but if he isn't for you, you need to make sure you don't get many feelings at all. Feelings aren't very cool. One date. It's just one date. Maybe two if it goes well and maybe more if that one goes well too. But it's important to know that it could be shit and you'll still be alone. Which is fine. Alone is comfortable. Comfortable means in control.
Anyway, after drinking some coffee, you sit on the couch making a mental checklist of everything you need to do. Your mind is racing a million miles a minute trying not to psych yourself out and also thinking about a bunch of other things. Somehow, you always have at least 20 things on your mind at all times.
You finally decide to step into the shower, making the water slightly warmer than normal so the steam can soften your skin and allow your shave to be smoother and pores opened.
You shampoo through your hair, making it nice and clean. The light scent of rose filling the air. You use your coconut conditioner and brush through your wet hair while the product is still in. Using your brush as a microphone, you sing along with the music playing from your phone on the counter. You tie your hair up in a little bun to let the conditioner set in and make your slight curls silky and smooth.
You scrub and exfoliate your legs before lathering up with cream and shaving them bare. You shave other parts of your body, and eventually you feel like a lovely dolphin. You wash your face then lather up your whole body with smelly good body wash. Finally, you rinse off the conditioner and soap, and step out of the shower.
After drying off your body and lotioning up, you put on a robe, just to feel extra saucy, then use some curl cream in your hair and let it air dry most of the way.
Dancing and singing along to your playlist, you move around your apartment trying to get hype for tonight. After a bit, you finally decide to start on your hair. You like to straighten it because it feels more classy, so you apply some heat protectant and get to work.
You change out of the robe and into a matching set of blue bra and underwear, they aren't entirely hot, but you don't plan on having sex right away anyway. While doing your makeup in the mirror, you remind yourself that you're that bitch. You actually feel really good standing in matching underwear and getting all dolled up. You make your makeup look a little more bold tonight.
The time for the date is getting closer and closer. You head to your closet and grab the outfit you had picked out. The grid printed jacket/blazer and a black dress. You slip on the clothes, careful not to get makeup on them. The dress hits about two inches above the knee. Looking in the mirror, you push aside all the body insecurities you have. You look great.
Finishing off the look, you apply some nude lipstick. You grab your cross body bag and head out the door, your heels clicking against the floor.
In the car, you check your makeup in mirror for the thirtieth time and pop a mint into your mouth. You drive to the restaurant, nerves and excitement eating at your stomach.
Jordan is sitting at the table when you arrive. He's dressed in a nice shirt and slim fitting dark pants. He's cleanly shaven and a smile is spread across his face when he sees you.
"Hey!"
"Hey, Jordan," you say, sitting down across from him after taking off your blazer and setting it on the chair.
"You look amazing," he says.
"So do you."
He smiles, his bright white teeth shining against his brown skin. You're pretty sure Jess told you he was part Hawaiian and part black. You know for sure that he is a fairly good looking man.
The two of you make small talk that's only slightly awkward before the waiter comes to take your drink orders. You order a champagne and a water because you can, and Jordan gets a tea.
"How's work been going? You're an actress, right?"
"Yep. It's been going pretty well, we've just been filming the new season and everything."
"That's so cool. I've been busy too with work."
You continue to talk until it's time to place your orders. Jordan offered to order for you, but you did it yourself. You got sushi with a few egg rolls and he ordered a soup.
You and Jordan talk and enjoy your meal. He laughs as you try to use the chopsticks.
"You're doing great," he chuckles.
"Normally I just use my hands," you laugh.
"Go for it."
The two of you talk a bit about your families and work, neither of you giving too much information. You crack some jokes and laugh at each other.
The night ends before you know it. Jordan insists on paying the bill, so you get the tip. He helps you out on your blazer before heading out of the restaurant. Jordan grabs your hand while leading you back to your car.
"I had a nice time tonight," he says.
"I did too."
Jordan begins to lean in and you meet him half way, connecting your lips together for a kiss. It doesn't last long, but he goes in for another one. You're still holding hands too.
"Do you wanna-?"
"Maybe next time you take me out," you say. "If you're lucky." You shoot him a wink and almost chuckle at his shocked expression.
"Goodnight, Y/n."
"Goodnight."
You drive home with a smile on your face. He seemed pretty... nice? You're not entirely sure. Jordan was attractive and sweet, but you don't know if you feel something. Maybe it takes more than a couple hours to determine that.
When you get home, you take off your heels and clothes and slip into some sweats and a sports bra. You wash off your makeup and plop down onto the couch.
Of course, you've already gotten multiple texts from Aisha, AJ, Jess, and your sister about the date. Your mom doesn't know yet, because you don't want her to freak out and think you're going to get married anytime soon. A part of you thinks she's a little disappointed that you're 33 and still single.
You tell your friends that you're probably going to go on a second date with him and see how it goes. It kills you, but dating is really just seeing where time takes you.
chapter eight
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#728 - If a Jackass Screams in a Forest and No One is Around to Hear It…
Longest page title ever? Ha! Longest one you've ever seen!
Detestai's "I eat meat" really sounds like a random variant of "I eat ass" instead of a response to being offered a coconut. But hey! If every webcomic page were perfect, we wouldn't have web hotdogs.
What? There's LOTS of wieners and buns on the internet. If they're not being used for internet hotdogs, I couldn't fathom what they could be for.
So, Detestai and Galgarion are on a jungle island. Nobody else is on a jungle island, to my knowledge, so it seems highly unlikely that their story will be relevant to any other stories going on currently.
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With Flying Colors
Summary: Your excitement about being an intern at Stark Industries turns into a nightmare you weren’t prepared for.
Warnings: 18+ content, noncon, unprotected sex, bondage, manipulation, age gap (reader is legal), power imbalance, some use of drugs, reader is smart af but also painfully oblivious, not all things that glitter are gold.
Characters: Dark!Professor!Tony Stark x F!Reader
A/N: This fic is my entry to @ironlady1993‘s I love you 3000 dark! writing challenge 2022. I’ve chosen the trope Professor/Student with Tony and F!Reader. It has been such a joy to write this and to write Tony once again. Also tagging one of my babies, @fictive-sl0th
p.s. Belated Happy Birthday to you, my dear.
Side note: The Avengers do not exist in this universe—yet.
As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! ❤️
“See me after class.”
You swallow thickly and nod at Professor Stark’s words when he passes you, your head bowed down as embarrassment and nervousness mix within your veins for you’re the only one who hasn’t gotten their final paper back. You try to peek up, seeing the array of frowns and smiles on your classmates’ faces while they stare at their thesis, and you don’t understand why yours was singled out.
Seeing the professor after class, especially with Professor Stark, was never a good sign. You’ve once seen Maya run out of the lecture hall before, crying after he gave such detailed comments on her essay during the midterm exam. And you don’t doubt that you’re the next in line to receive the brunt of his tactlessness.
But you know to yourself that you’ve done your research right. You’ve cited all your resources at the back of the page and made a thorough review of all the points you’ve made about Vibranium. Yes, it was a big leap for a simple engineering student to study but you were confident with your work, and passionate even about how such an element can reshape the future.
So you just don’t understand why he hasn’t returned your paper.
“For those who passed, don’t forget that if you wish to enroll in my advanced class for senior year, application forms can be found on the school’s website.” Your professor calls as he makes his way back to the front. “And to those of you who have failed, forget about seeing me for re-dos or considerations. My office will be closed for such nonsense because my decision is final. Dismissed.”
Sighs of resignation resound throughout the room as the students pack their things and file out. You stuff your laptop back in your bag and stand, eyes looking at the door then over at Professor Stark while he stacks a couple of papers in his hand and stows them in his briefcase. You swallow thickly and make your way to the front, wishing to be one of the students to be leaving, closing up the chapter of this course.
You stand beside a desk at the front and wait for your professor at his table, hands fiddling in the pocket of your hoodie and feet anxiously shuffling against the tiled floor. There’s a subtle smile on Professor Stark’s face when he glances up at you, waiting for the door to close before he faces you completely, the grin turning full on his lips.
“Please, sit.”
You do.
He rounds his desk and leans against the edge, a file in his hands, the pages flipping against his fingers. You gulp hard, a nervous tick you’ve grown to have, when he looks at you once again, and you look down at the desk of the seat when he places the folder atop it.
“You might be wondering why I asked to speak with you.” He starts and you simply nod in response, the questions you wanted to ask dying on your tongue. “Well, I’m not here to scold you, if that’s what you’re worried about. In fact, I’m here to praise you.”
“I—I’m sorry?”
“Your paper, sweetheart, was the best one out of the entire class.” He nods towards the folder on the desk and you startle. Slowly, you open it up, and your eyes grow wide when you see the mark written in red at the top right corner.
You’re lost for words.
“You passed. More than that, you got a perfect mark.” You hear his smile and you can’t help but feel the corners of your lips slowly lift. You got a perfect mark! “Your research on how vibranium can reshape the future was very riveting.” He praises. “All your notes and the detailed analysis you constructed to make it respond to brain waves just blew my mind.” You look up at him, a wide smile now kissing your lips.
“I—I thought it was mediocre at best.” You confess. “I didn’t think—”
“But you did, sweetheart, and a lot of it.” He chuckles, his arms crossing over his chest and his head tilting to the side as he looks at you. “Although that’s not why I asked for you to see me.”
You blink, confusion filling your senses. Why else would he want to speak with you?
“Have you gotten a chance to find a place for your internship?” He asks.
You shake your head.
“Why not?”
“I’m only a junior, professor. I was hoping to get one next year.”
“But you are aware you can get one even as a junior, right?” He looks at you expectantly and you nod once again. “Perfect! How would you like to do a summer internship at Stark Industries? I could really use someone like you.” He beams and you gawk at him in disbelief. “Of course, it will be paid.” He starts once more. “The company offers its employees free meals for the day and some recreation to let off some steam from work. We can even provide for your lodging since the campus is pretty far from the company and it would save you some time from the New York rush.”
Did he just offer you an internship at his company? Stark Industries is known to be one of the leading technology companies in the world, which your professor owns, and he’s personally offering you a slot within his ranks. This couldn’t be real.
“T—That’s very generous of you Mr. Stark.” You fumble, the nervousness from earlier having already seeped out from your bones, leaving you stunned yet excited at the opportunity that is being presented to you. “I don’t know what to say, professor.”
“You can start by saying ‘Thank you, Mr. Stark.’ and end with ‘I would gladly accept your offer.’” He chuckles and you can’t help but mimic him, amused at his tenacity.
You want to think about it, to weigh the options you have in your hand. But you don’t really have anything to consider, you haven’t even begun looking for an internship. Yet, your professor is already offering you one, probably even the best one, and would you really turn away from the window? Out of all the students in his class, he chose you. Not Brandon who is a super fan of his work or even Alyssa who’s basically a show-off just to grab your professor’s attention. You.
And working for Stark Industries would no doubt boost your chances of finding another company that’s equally respectable. A big stepping stone to set your career on becoming an engineer on its course.
“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” You echo, a soft smile on your lips. “I would gladly accept your offer.”
“Beautiful.” Professor Stark grins, pushing himself away from the desk and walking back behind it to gather his things. You stand, all the same, picking up the folder with your thesis and tucking it between your arms and chest. “I’ll give the go signal to our HR and have them email you the details for your first day.”
“Thank you again, professor.” You thank him once more, feeling elated at the sudden turn of events.
He snaps his briefcase close and faces you. “No. Thank you, sweetheart. I can’t wait for you to join us.” He says, finishing off with a wink, chuckling at the playful act before walking with him out of the lecture hall.
A sigh of relief leaves your lips when you haul the final box into your new apartment. You weren’t really planning on taking up Professor Stark’s offer of free lodging but after being almost 30 minutes late on your first day and struggling to get into the subway during the rush hour, you caved and took on the perk, giving up your slot in the campus dormitories and packing up your things, never to see the cramped box space again.
And after seeing how spacious the provided lodging was during the tour on your first day; a two-bedroom unit with an open-concept kitchen attached to the living room, the master’s complete with an en-suite and a walk-in closet and even a balcony that oversees the New York skyline, you mentally cursed yourself for not agreeing immediately.
You could have saved all the time you used for moving and focused on your tasks in the company. Though you’re thankful for Professor Stark’s aid; giving you a couple of days off to pack and hiring movers to help you, though you couldn’t help but feel too indebted to him. Offering you the job and then helping you move, you’ll just have to pay it off by working extra hard on your internship. Prove to him that all the decisions he's made so far with you are worth it.
You close the door and begin unpacking the last box; some textbooks and sentimental memorabilia to decorate the shelves in the living room. You place a photo of your mom and dad on the side table at the end of the couch, a small smile playing on your lips as you think of how proud they would be of you once you tell them of your latest achievement.
One by one, you slide the books into place and stop short when you hear a knock on the door. Sitting the stack in your hand on the coffee table, you make your way to the front room and look through the peephole, your brows furrowing when you see a tall, stout man with curly hair, donning a tuxedo, on the other side, a bottle of, what you suspect to be, champagne in one hand and a bouquet in the other.
Who’s that? You ask yourself and let out a breath, unlocking the door and poking your head through the open space, blinking up at the stranger.
“Can I help you?” You ask.
He doesn’t respond, simply looking at you with a stoic expression yet his eyes seem to be judging you all the same. You want to close the door and hide but you don’t want to be rude either. Just when you’re about to ask once more what he needed, he holds out the flowers and the bottle to you.
“I’m sorry but you must have the wrong—”
“Compliments from Mr. Stark.” The man interjects, voice monotone and expressionless.
“Oh. Okay.” You say. Stunned. You take the gifts from his hold and your eyebrows knit in confusion when the man turns and leaves without another word, giving your thanks to the air instead.
You close the door with your foot and walk over to the kitchen to drop the items on the counter. The bottle, as you guessed, is champagne, and not the cheap kind either as you eye the label. Don Perignon. And the flowers, there seem to be almost two dozen roses in the bundle, leaning over and taking in its fragrance. Fresh.
You pick up the card nestled in the petals, carefully flipping it open, and recognizing the cursive letters of your professor’s handwriting.
‘Sorry I wasn’t there to welcome you on your first day, sweetheart.
But rest assured I will be present to officially welcome you to the company.
Have a glass of champagne for me. —T.’
You knew your professor came from old money—the history of Stark Industries is no secret to the public—but you never imagined he’d spend such things on you, one of his measly students in the university. And yet what lays before you is a piece of his wealth and you feel a slight sense of trepidation creeping up your spine if you were to mishandle such gifts.
Grabbing the bottle, you tuck it in a safe spot on the kitchen counter before rummaging through the cupboards for a vase to put the flowers in. Once you’ve placed the bouquet on the coffee table in the living room, you set back to unpacking the rest of your boxes, your eyes darting to the flowers every once in a while as the scent of the blossoms invades your senses and slowly fills the entire apartment.
The door beeps and slides open after scanning your badge on the pad. You’ve only been in the company for a week and still, the advancement of all the facilities takes your breath away. You walk to your desk, eyes blinking when you see a stack of folios ready for you to dive in. It’s not what you really wanted to do when you thought of your internship but it’s definitely something you expected.
All careers would render any individual to start from the ground up. To learn how the company works and how each department functions. And if you were being honest with yourself, you don’t really mind doing such a mundane task in the most prestigious company in the entire world.
Setting your purse on the desk, you take your seat and grab the first folio from the stack, determined to finish each one before lunchtime. But before you can even begin, a nudge on your chair takes your attention away from your task and you blink in surprise when you Professor Stark looking down at you, a coffee cup in each hand.
“What are you doing here, sweetheart?”
“Professor—I,” You blink, words stuttering, still bewildered at his sudden appearance. “I’m filing the expense reports for accounting.”
“Yes, I can see that. But what I meant was why are you doing that?”
“Oh, it’s what Ms. Potts assigned to me.” It’s the truth but with the way your professor’s lips slant, you feel you’ve made a mistake by mentioning it. “I don’t mind it—it’s nice to know the business from the ground up.” You add, an attempt to soften any blow his assistant would get.
“But this is not what I wanted you here for.” His voice sounds serious and you scramble to get the coffee cup he hands you before lifting his watch towards his lips. “J, tell Pepper to find a replacement here on the accounting floor and to have her meet me in my office later at noon.” Professor Stark turns back at you, giving you a full smile, taking a sip from his cup, and gesturing for you to stand. “Come on, chop-chop.”
You do as you are told and grab your purse, following him out of the office and through the halls toward the elevators.
“Where are we going, Professor?” You can’t help but ask when he presses the up button, shoving a hand in his pocket as he sways on his heels while waiting.
“Why sweetheart, I’m taking you to the best place in the entire building.” He responds with a grin and gestures for you to enter the lift first when the metal doors part.
Professor Stark wasn’t lying when he said that he was taking you to the best place in the entire building for his lab was indeed an engineer’s, or pretty much anyone else’s, dream. His AI, JARVIS, greeted you as soon as you stepped off the lift, startling you in the process. Though you can’t help but feel amazed at how lifelike he was despite the absence of a physical form, for his voice alone exuded emotions and understanding, making you smile when he and Professor Stark began to banter playfully.
The hologram interface that scattered throughout the room was another feature that took your breath away. How the supposedly inanimate pixels suddenly come bursting to life with one flick of a hand from your professor, how he easily manipulates it, and from further observation, he’s got complete control of it with the help of his watch and a simple silver bangle on his other wrist.
He toured you around, showing off his projects that despite being incomplete, look immaculate for someone of your status. The robots that come following the both of you as you walked around the lab made you elicit a soft giggle, loving how responsive and lifelike they were with their reactions to each action done by their creator.
But what really has you standing in awe is the full metal suit laying atop a metal desk, with electrical wires attached to it from the ceiling and a holographic chart showcasing its readings on the side. You stand close, seemingly becoming hypnotized by its beauty. You run a finger against the metal arm, the cool surface chilling your skin yet weirdly warming you all the same.
“I call it Iron Man.” Professor Stark says as he stands beside you, looking down at the coffee cup in your hand when he takes it and discards it in a nearby bin. “A fully functional armored suit, furnished with the latest weaponry that I made myself.” A grin forms on his lips when you look up at him. “It’s currently under testing but still top secret so—” He places a finger over his lips and your eyes grow wide in surprise at the information.
“Oh! I’m so sorry, Professor!” You blanch and quickly turn away, taking a step back to have the suit out of your view. “I promise not to tell anyone of—”
“Relax, sweetheart.” He chuckles and walks over to you, his hands resting on your upper arms, giving them a light squeeze. “This is exactly why I brought you here, why I wanted you to be here.” He says with a smile.
“Y—You want me to test your suit?” You’re not claustrophobic but the thought of being inside such a tight space makes your heart beat faster.
“Heavens no.” He laughs and squeezes your arms again before sliding his hands down the length of it and taking your hands in his, Professor Stark walking backward and leading you back to the suit. “I wanted to try and turn the suit completely into vibranium. I’ve tested this baby out so many times and don’t get me wrong, it’s very durable but after taking a couple of hits, it needs to go back into the shop. But with vibranium, this would be the most indestructible piece of engineering on the planet.”
“You want me to make you a full vibranium suit?” You ask.
“I want you to make it with me.” Professor Stark corrects, releasing your hand and giving the arm of the metal suit a pat. “Even more, to embed the element into nanotech and have it respond to a single neurotransmitter.”
You gape at him in disbelief. You’ve only known such a feat to be a theory and that each person that has attempted to create such a thing has done everything and still failed. Yet your professor is asking you to make one with him, something you’ve only ever read about in articles and have never even tested on your own. Hell, you’ve never even seen vibranium with your own eyes.
You look into his eyes, brown orbs full of sincerity then glance down at the suit. So much doubt begins to run around your head, the fear of failure creeping up your spine all the same. Deep down, you want to do it, you want to try but the lingering thought that you would fail at this project, fail your mentor, won’t leave you alone and you’d rather do the paperwork down at the accounting floor than mess up a top-secret asset of your professor, who is also now your boss.
“I don’t know, professor.” You sigh and pull your hands from his grasp. “The scale of work has only been theorized and the tests that have been done have all failed. I wouldn’t want to waste any resources you’d give me.” Your lips curl into a frown as you look up at him. “I can assist you if you wish but to be the one to create it? I don’t think I can. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“But I believe you can and you can never disappoint me, sweetheart.” He smiles at you, your skin shivering when he runs his fingers up your arms, hands gripping down on your shoulders. Your eyes grow wide when he takes a step closer, your bodies only inches apart. “I’ll be here to guide you and if we fail, we try again. And again and again, until we perfect it. And once we do, you’ll have your name written in the history books—well, with my name along with it, of course.” He chuckles and you can’t help but smile at his playfulness.
“So? What do you say?” He grins, his fingers tapping along your shoulders as he keeps his eyes on you.
Your university had once coined Professor Stark as one of the smartest people in this generation. And if your professor has such faith in your capabilities, maybe you are capable of accomplishing such an extraordinary feat. He’s there to guide you, either way, he said so himself, and if you do fail, at least you can tell yourself that you tried.
Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes to clear your thoughts. When you open them once again, you see the shine in Professor Stark’s eyes, the expectation in them.
You nod. “Okay. I’ll try.”
“That’s my girl.” He grins widely, your face going hot when he leans over and places a kiss on your forehead.
The act takes you by surprise, making you step back and have his hands slide from your shoulders. You look up at him, eyes wide, stupefied, yet your professor seems unbothered by his intrusion into your personal space.
“Sir, I’d just like to remind you of your meeting with Ms. Potts at noon and it’s already 11:30.” JARVIS intervenes and you release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when Professor Stark steps away.
“Thanks, J.” He says to the air, keeping his eyes on you. “JARVIS will keep you company while I’m in the meeting but in the meantime, make yourself comfortable, and when I come back, we can start playing. Sounds good?”
You nod instead, the words not forming in your head as your thoughts still linger on the unexpected kiss.
“Great.” He gives your nose a light tap, his nose scrunching when he smiles before turning to leave the lab.
You remain standing, still in shock at what happened but try your best to push such thoughts away. He just got excited. You tell yourself. It is a big project. Another attempt at convincing yourself and you move to look down at the suit once again before claiming a seat on one of the stools propped beside the table.
You hear JARVIS call your name, looking up at the ceiling to acknowledge him. “Would you like me to show you where the vibranium is?” He asks.
That somewhat makes you smile and you nod at no one. “Yes please, Mr. Jarvis.” And you stand from your seat, following the instructions of the AI, and walk towards the door that slides open, staring in awe as cylinders of the element stand before you.
The work finally begins. Weeks have come and gone, and all that you’ve ever come to know is Professor Stark’s lab, working and experimenting with various ways to produce the outcome that your mentor expects from the element. You’ve only been researching so far, testing theory after theory on how the element would bind with the nanotech Professor Stark has at the ready. But each virtual attempt has proven to be a failure, having you go back to the drawing board to start from scratch once again.
“Let’s take 5, sweetheart.” Professor Stark calls from the other side of your desk after another failed test.
You nod and slide from your seat, asking JARVIS to continue running some tests, a disappointed sigh escaping your lips as you make your way to the open balcony. You’ve been on the computer for hours now, codes and holographic diagrams being your constant company. You know that you’re missing something, something important to have all the pieces fit—but you just can’t find it.
The summer breeze of New York City is a welcome distraction as you step out into the open air. You look down from where you stand, seeing the streets busy and full of life yet the noises don’t reach you from where you are, the silence feeding into the tranquility that slowly embraces you. Even the view is breathtaking. The sun is already beginning its descent, orange and blue hues painting the sky, making the buildings underneath glow in beauty.
You take a calming breath, one that you think you desperately need to help clear your mind and bring you back to focus on the task you’ll be facing.
“Enjoying the view?” You startle when you hear Professor Stark beside you, his hand resting just at the low of your back as he leans his side against the railing.
You quickly compose yourself and give him a light nod, looking back at the picturesque sight before you. “I never thought New York could be so beautiful.”
“It’s what I love most about this place.”
“Doesn’t it get lonely though?” You couldn’t help ask.
“I have JARVIS and the bots with me.” He chuckles and glances inside his lab before looking back at you. “And now I have you. If all things work out, I might just make you my assistant.”
“Your assistant?” You blink in surprise at his words. “But everything I’ve been doing has been—” The words you wish to say face away when you hear a loud beeping coming from the inside. You look at your professor, the expression on his face equally surprised and you both make your way back into the lab.
The hologram by your computer has changed from cyan to yellow and you stand in awe as you watch the image playing before you, the vibranium slowly wrapping around the atoms and binding together before bleeding around the model of a human, successfully forming the suit.
“I believe your theory has proven to be successful,” JARVIS says.
“But—h-how?” You ask, rounding the desk to sit in front of your computer, looking closely at the formulas you’ve curated.
“I kept running tests just as you asked and took the liberty of adding the power to the stabilizer. Your equations are correct but the equipment simply needed a little modification.”
You scan the tests and sit in utter disbelief as the words of JARVIS prove to be true. You did it. Although with a little help from your professor’s AI, you actually did it! You can’t help the smile that slowly forms on your lips as you dwell on the thought that it was all because of your research and the theory you created that has deemed the project to be a success.
“What happened?” Professor Stark asks after, peeking at him from your computer. “What is J yapping about?”
“It worked.” You say with a steady voice as you stand from your seat. “My theory worked.”
Professor Stark moves to stand beside you behind your desk, his hands pressed against the surface as he leans forward to look at the hologram. A smirk forms on his lips and he looks at you, a glint in his brown eyes before he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, tapping the side of your hip.
“I knew you could do it, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you.” You bask in his praise, feeling your heart feel full at making your professor pleased with your work.
“I wouldn’t have done it without you, professor.”
“Tony.” He says out of the blue and you look at him curiously. “When you’re in the lab, I’m not your professor and you are not my student. We’re colleagues.” He explains. “So please, call me Tony.”
“Okay—T-Tony.”
You feel a slight unease as his name rolls through your tongue. You’ve never called any professor by their first name before, thinking it to be disrespectful towards them to assume any sense of camaraderie especially if they didn’t welcome it. But Professor Stark did ask for it and you somewhat see the sense in his account, that you both are colleagues in such a setting.
“Say it again,”
You look up at him in confusion, your teeth worrying your bottom lip before whispering his name once more.
“I can’t hear you, sweetheart.”
“Tony.” You raise your voice an octave and blink in surprise, blushing intensely when he plants a kiss on your cheek.
“Good girl.” He chuckles and pulls away, leaving you stunned by your desk. “Calculate the time frame for the complete binding process.” He calls out loud to JARVIS.
“I already ran the numbers, sir, and upon initial estimation, it will take approximately 2 days.”
“Then I guess we better get to work.” Professor Stark grins in your direction, giving him a light smile before turning away to press a hand against your cheek, your thoughts running wild as you dwell on the sudden kiss.
You and Tony decide to take turns staying in the lab to watch over the stabilizer as the binding process runs its course. It took a while for it to start, with both of you modifying the equipment needed to be used to turn your theory into a reality. Even with the labor proving to be tough, it was but a small feat worthy to endure as you watch each progress bar glow in success.
You watch the moon shine brightly in the night sky through the transparent wall of the elevator, making your way toward the lab. You try to hype yourself up and prepare for the grueling 7 hours of doing nothing ahead. Though after your first watch, you decided to bring along your computer this time and catch up on some reading before you go back to university the next month.
JARVIS' voice makes you smile when he greets you upon your arrival, the double doors of the lab opening in an instant for you to enter. Setting your bag on the couch, you hum in confusion when you don’t see Tony inside.
“JARVIS?” You call the AI, walking towards the screen to check any changes in the progress. “Where is Professor Stark?”
“He was called for an emergency meeting. But rest assured I would send him any updates of any changes to the process.”
“No need for that. You can just tell him that I’m already here.” You smile up at the ceiling and make your way back to the couch, looking down at the bottles of energy drinks gathered on the coffee table in front of it.
“Mr. Stark says to help yourself with the drinks. It could help keep you up during the night.” JARVIS adds.
You give the AI your thanks and pull your computer from your bag, getting comfortable on the couch as you boot it up and diving head-on to the first reading topic you pull out for your senior year.
The hours slug by and the words on your screen begin blending with each other. You check the time and groan upon seeing it’s only 2AM, giving you 4 more hours to spend in the lab. Even with the project being an exciting and once-in-a-lifetime experience, you can’t help but find the wait to be boring. Yes, it’s part of the process but you think it would be more efficient to have JARVIS oversee the project himself and inform either you or Professor Stark of any problems that may arise.
You blink away the sleepiness from your eyes and slip the computer off your lap, reaching over for a bottle of energy drink on the table. You twist the cap open and take a heavy gulp, wanting the sugar to kick in immediately to keep you wide awake before your shift ends.
You stand from the couch, clutching the bottle in your hand, and decide to take a walk around the lab, hoping it would help to keep the lingering exhaustion at bay. The stabilizer seems to be in check, each progress bar ticking off as complete before another begins.
You do another lap around the lab, looking at the assortment of gadgets and equipment your professor has laying all over the place. The suit remains dormant on the steel table, lifeless and still yet looking all too vibrant in its metallic glory. You run a finger against its steel surface, amazed at its structure when a yawn forms at your lips, having you take another swig of the sugary beverage.
But your eyes begin to droop, your head feeling all too light that you make your way back to the couch, the plush cushions looking enticing as you drop yourself on it and lay your head against the armrest. Professor Stark wouldn’t mind if I take a quick nap, right? You ask yourself but before you could even debate for it to be a bad idea, your eyes close on their own accord, your mind going blank and the darkness completely taking over you as you fall into slumber.
You dream of flight. Your body light as you soar through the clouds, swimming over the skyscrapers of the city. A cool breeze brushes against your cheek and you smile at the pleasurable sensation that ripples through your body. Your arms are spread wide, a bird basking in the aerial domain. You look behind when you feel a tingle down at your legs and you see a streak of red and yellow breaking the peacefulness of the sky.
Then all of a sudden, something pulls at the pit of your stomach and you’re falling fast toward the ground. A sense of panic washes over you as you flail your arms, trying to grasp for anything to save you but nothing comes to your aid. You try to scream, hoping anyone would hear your cries but no sound comes from your mouth. The earth comes closer by the second and you close your eyes as you await your death.
You wake in a jolt, your chest heaving as you pant heavily, trying to regulate your breathing and grab a semblance of reality from the dream-turned-nightmare. The ceiling looks different and the couch you fell asleep on feels all too wide. You’re cold, a chill kissing your skin that slowly shakes you awake, and it's then that you finally realize that you’re naked.
“Wha—” You try to speak but a moan escapes your lips instead when you feel something smooth and wet lap against your soaking cunt.
“You taste like heaven, sweetheart.” You hear the voice of your professor echo through the room, fear crawling up your skin when you look down between your thighs and see his brown orbs staring at you, his lips glistening with your arousal. “Just as I’ve imagined.” He smirks and crawls up from where he’s kneeling, his face hovering over yours.
“Professor—” You cry and try to push him away, but such attempts are a defeat when you look up and see your wrists bound with silver restraints, the fibers glowing blue and purple with each tug you make.
“Sweetheart, I told you to call me Tony.” He whispers, grabbing your chin with his hand and pressing his lips against yours.
He slips his tongue through your lips and kisses you hard, his mouth devouring yours whole as he dominates you through the kiss. You try to move away, to stop him from his assault but you’re rendered helpless as his hold on your chin tightens, almost to the verge of pain making you stop altogether and allow him to do his lecherous act.
You gasp for air when he pulls away, moving your face away when his lips trail down to your jaw then to your neck. Tears begin to spring from your eyes as you continue to pull on your restraints. Confusion clouds your mind as you question how it has come to this, that your professor has pulled you into a nightmare you never saw coming.
“I’ve waited for so long and now you’re finally mine.” He mumbles against your skin, looking up at his blurry image when his face lingers above you once again.
“I—I don’t understand.” You whimper, wriggling against the bed when he pushes his clothed pelvis flush against yours, rolling his hips, the fabric of his pants rubbing against your clit. “Why a-are you doing t-this, professor?” You say in between grunts then yelping in pain when you feel a zap of electricity sting your wrists.
“I told you to call me Tony.” He growls and pushes himself up, your eyes widening when he pulls off his shirt, witnessing the contours of his muscles lining his bare torso. He then makes work of his pants, the soft sound of his zipper seeming all too loud as dread completely takes you over.
He pulls off his pants and kneels back down on the bed, hands running up and down your bare thighs, your arms aching and going taut from the metallic restraints when he grabs you by the waist and pulls you against him. You cry when he rubs the length of his cock against your folds, rolling the tip against your swollen clit which makes you whine and cry even more in turn.
“You ask why I’m doing this?” He echoes your question as he lines himself against your cunt, closing your eyes when he slowly inches the tip of his cock inside you. “Because I can.” He snarls and impales you in one swift move, a pang of pain surrounding your pelvis from his sudden intrusion.
You grit your teeth when he bottoms out, feeling yourself grow full from his size. You didn’t think he’d be big but the pain that radiates through your pelvis as your pussy walls clench around him tell you otherwise. He groans, his head tilted back as he stays still, allowing you to adjust to his girth but you have difficulty in doing so with your body remaining tense.
You try to push him away, flailing your legs to push him off but you’re no match for his strength. His hands push your thighs apart, pinning them to the bed, whining when he slides out of you and slowly thrusts himself back in.
He starts at an easy pace, watching himself slip in and out of you. But his impatience eventually grows, picking up the rhythm of his hips and you shut your eyes tight when he begins to fuck you fast and hard, all the same, your body jostling against the mattress, slamming himself against you at a brutal pace.
You close your eyes. You try to think this all to be a dream, some horrible night terror that you’ll be waking up from any time soon, but such attempts are futile when his hands begin to linger, feeling them clamp on your shoulders from behind and his hot breath fanning over your cheek.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, sweetheart.” He says in between grunts, his face pressing against the side of yours, knees tucked underneath your thighs, shifting the angle of his cock and letting out an incoherent moan as you feel him slide deeper within. “Watching you in my class for three fucking years and now you’re here.”
You try to drown out his words, wishing them to be lies. He’s your professor, a mentor you’ve looked up to for so long. You did the work. You paid attention. You’re not the best but you’re also not the worse. And still, you don’t understand what you’ve done to garner his attention, that he'd pull you into this nightmare disguised as a dream when all you’ve ever been was a diligent student.
“Tony—please,” You try to beg for him to stop but the words drown in your tongue, turning into a reluctant moan when he hits that sweet spot hidden within.
Your body then ripples in desire, the unwanted pleasure filling your senses as your feel your body tighten. It shouldn’t feel this good, you should detest it but with each thrust he makes, with each rub of his pelvis against your clit, the only place you see going is up, soaring high as your arousal gradually reaches its peak.
Your walls tighten around him and he growls like some feral animal, his lips sloppily kissing your cheek while he whispers your name in staccatos.
“That’s it, baby—” He grunts, one of his hands releasing your shoulder and reaching down to fondle your swollen bud. “Say my name.”
You clamp your lips shut, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of his desire. But your wrists sting once more, making you cry out in pain, panting heavily as your heartbeat spikes both from the electricity pinching your skin and the man taking you as he pleases.
“Say it!” He repeats, punching the air from your lungs as he slams himself hard against you.
“Tony,” You whisper, his name sickening rolling against your tongue.
“Louder!” He commands.
And you give in, chanting his name, again and again, your voice and the sound of your skins slapping with each other bouncing off the walls of the room, filling your ears, filling your senses.
“Yes—” He growls, muttering nonsense against your temple as his fingers and cock work you in tandem.
The tension in your stomach builds and builds, the dam ready to break with each flick of his fingers on your clit and each pulse your pussy makes. The pressure he adds on the bud only pulls you higher into ecstasy and all at once you find your release, your pussy fluttering around his cock as you come tumbling down from the sky.
You feel him throb inside you, his words growing erratic with each thrust he makes. He then comes all together and you mewl when his seeds fill you up, coating your slicked walls. You lay almost lifeless on the bed, chest heaving, moans leaving your lips as he begins to give you shallow thrusts, riding out his orgasm and pumping every last drop into your cunt.
Your name tumbles out of his lips once more and you feel him go still, keeping his cock inside as he too pants heavily against your side.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby.” He whispers against your cheek, his hand leaving your clit only to run it up your abdomen and cup your tit, giving it a light squeeze when you don’t respond to his command. “Tell me.” He repeats with strength.
You let out a heavy breath, the tears spilling from your eyes once again as you try to form the words on your lips if only to please him, to keep the anger he keeps hidden within at bay.
“I—” You swallow thickly. “I’m yours.”
You stand at the side of the stage with your other classmates, waiting for your name to be called. Today was supposed to be the best day of your life, one you’ve been waiting for since you entered university. But you can’t find it in you to be happy on your graduation for all the glee has been sucked out of you since that day your professor showed his true colors.
He retired in the middle of the school year. An organization called SHIELD asked for his assistance after he presented himself as Iron Man. You would have been proud of the suit if things didn’t go the way they did, if your professor remained your mentor and didn't turn into your captor. But every time you see the name on the news, or even the image of the suit, all you feel is fear. Fear towards the man you once trusted and the power that he has at the palm of his hand.
Your thoughts are broken when Maya taps your shoulder from behind, looking at the stage to see Michelle finishing her bow and leaving at the other side. Your name is then called and you put on a fake smile as you meet the dean, shaking his hand and taking the scroll of parchment from his grasp before standing center stage and giving a deep bow.
You were deemed Valedictorian of your class. A recognition that was given to you upon the university’s knowledge of your helping hand on the Iron Man suit. A recognition you don’t deserve after Tony’s blatant words.
“You’re not here because you’re smart. Your brain isn’t that special, sweetheart. You’re only here because I wanted you to be here. I just got lucky that your thesis matched with what I was working on and it was the perfect excuse to have you in my tower.”
After the ceremony, you meet with your parents. Both of them hug you tightly as they tell you how proud they are of you. You smile at their words if only to hide your true feelings about the occasion. Nevertheless, you still bask in the freedom that is bestowed upon you with Tony being away on a mission with a band of people they call The Avengers.
“We made reservations at 9th Brewery.” Your mom says with a smile, her arm wrapping around yours as the three of you make your way to the parking.
“9th? Isn’t it expensive there?” You ask and they simply chuckle at your disbelief.
“Our Valedictorian only deserves the best.” Your dad comments, a small smile forming on your lips when he places a kiss on your temple.
You congratulate some of your classmates as you pass them by. Receiving their greeting all the same while some try to stop you and ask for details about working with the most famous man in the world. You try to escape them all the same for you have nothing to tell them, wishing to erase that part of your life, but you stop dead in your tracks when you see Tony just up ahead, looking pristine in a three-piece suit, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. You feel a sense of worry wrap around you when he walks towards you and your parents.
“Congratulations, sweetheart.” He greets you, walking past your parents and pressing a kiss to your lips. You take the flowers when he holds them out to you, whispering your thanks before looking at your parents when they stare at you and Tony, question evident in their eyes.
“You’re Tony Stark.” Your dad breaks the silence. “You’re Iron Man.” And Tony grins at him proudly, wrapping an arm around your waist as he holds you close to him. “Why did you kiss my daughter?”
“You haven’t told them yet, sweetheart?” Tony chuckles and holds out his hand to your father. “It’s nice to finally meet you, sir.” He says, a wide smile on his lips as your dad shakes his hand. “As well as you, ma’am.” He greets your mom next, taking her hand and placing a light kiss on her knuckles.
“Uhhh—mom, dad, this is Tony and uhhh—” Your hands get clammy as you try to find the words to say. What do you tell them? That he was previously your professor? What would they even think when they find out such information after seeing his public display of affection?
“I think what your daughter is trying to say is that she and I are together.”
You frown upon seeing the expression on your parents’ faces, your dad seemingly excited and your mom, in shock.
“But aren’t you her professor?” Your mom asks. “Sweetie, you never mentioned you were seeing someone.” She turns to you, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth as you feel the anxiety creep up your skin
“I know it’s somewhat of a surprise but I assure you everything is legal,” Tony says coolly, feeling no shame as he places a kiss on your cheek. “We are both consenting adults and I was no longer a member of the faculty when we engaged in our relationship. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
Your stomach rolls in disgust at how easily he lies to your parents’ faces. And what’s worse is how they seem to believe every word he’s saying. The shock on your mother’s face seems to dissipate and your father is all too oblivious, all smiles as the fame of the man at your side cloud his judgment.
You squeak when Tony’s hand pinches your waist when you don’t answer immediately, feeling a small wave of electricity rippling through your skin from the necklace he’s given you; a smaller replica of the arc reactor he’s embedded on his chest.
You nod and force a smile, leaning closer against Tony’s frame and resting your head against his shoulder. “Yes, honey.”
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Missed Chances and Broken Promises Masterlist
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Summary: Choices have been made and the consequences must be endured.
Warnings: None. Just angst.
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tagged by sweetheart @smittenskitten thank you 💕
Last Song: Boy Story - WW
Relationship Status: in love with Vegas and waiting for his copy to appear and lock me up in a torture room forever for marriage and fun freaky sexy times. not a joke.
Currently Watching: The Eclipse, Love In The Air, Vice Versa, Takara-kun to Amagi-kun, Unforgotten Night
Currently Reading: rereading beautiful Black Velvet to fully experience the latest chapter
Last Series: going through Unforgotten Night finale atm god bless
Last Movie: Nope (2022)
Favourite Food: seafood, dim sum, grilled pork, tteokbokki, cookie crumb ice-cream
Favourite Color: red, white, beige
Song Stuck In My Head: Stray Kids - Charmer
Last Thing You Googled: i absolutely could not remember the word harness in english
Time: 3:31 pm
Dream Trip: i don't like traveling somewhere but i dream of going on a long cruise
Last Thing You Read: yes, love can be the violence (super great canon compliant vegaspete hospital fic)
Last Book You Enjoyed Reading: i reread The Hunger Games like a year ago? do not know i don't have the attention span for new books anymore
Last Book You Hated Reading: the Aristotle and Dante novel
Favourite Thing To Cook/Bake: coconut milk congee, fried rice with pork
Favourite Craft To Do In Your Free Time: basic gifmaking
Most Niche Dislike: ironing clothes
Opinion On Circuses: Circus by Stray Kids is a whole fucking banger so i guess they are great
Do You Have Any Sense Of Direction?: yeah
tagging buns @supernovasimplicity @bestiesincrime @atinystraykid @avecbane @asliceofoceanmist @itsza @firstkhaotungs whom i wish i knew better, do the game if you want to only 💓
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True: It stands to reason that Graybles, like the Glass Kingdom’s rendition of “I’m so mad at the coconut” and BMO’s story about “Phil” in CAWM, wouldn’t be preserved in exact detail. Cuber has the technology to view these records in perfect clarity, it seems, but we don’t know when exactly those records were made. Many consist of mundane and/or intimate moments that suggest they were retold rather than recorded, saved, and uploaded into Grayble-supported technology exactly when they occurred. Given how much time has passed from their occurrences to Cuber’s lifetime, they’re bound to be at least somewhat inaccurate.
Also true: I don’t want it to be canon that pb took away cinnamon bun’s night light 😔
#adventure time#really tho he can’t be the only candy person with a nightlight#pb has like the chemical glow of her lab and/or outside light through her lil girlfriend door windows#princess bubblegum#graybles#cuber#bonnibel bubblegum#marceline the vampire queen#(sort of)#bmo#if you have a differing take on this just know that my brain is even worse than usual rn#so I prob can’t fully comprehend rn haha#jus talkin#mine
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Exploring The Vibrant World Of Indian Cuisine
India, a land of diversity, culture, and rich heritage, is renowned for its exquisite cuisine that tantalizes taste buds and captures hearts worldwide. From the fiery spices of the north to the coconut-infused delicacies of the south, Indian food offers many flavors & textures . Join us on a cuisine journey through the diverse landscape of Indian cuisine, where every dish tells a story and every bite is an adventure.
1. North Indian Cuisine
North Indian cuisine is characterized by its robust flavors and generous use of spices. From the succulent tandoori meats to the creamy gravies, every dish reflects the culinary heritage of the region. Popular dishes include:
Butter Chicken: Tender pieces of chicken cooked in a creamy tomato-based sauce, infused with butter and spices. Served with naan or rice, this dish is a comfort food favorite.
Paneer Tikka: Soft cubes of paneer (Indian cottage cheese) marinated in yogurt and spices, skewered and grilled to perfection. Served with mint chutney, it's a vegetarian delight.
2. South Indian CuisineSouth Indian cuisine is known for its use of coconut, curry leaves, and a variety of lentils. From the crispy dosas to the tangy sambar, the flavors are as diverse as the landscape. Popular dishes include:
Masala Dosa: A crispy, golden-brown crepe filled with a spicy potato filling. Served with coconut chutney and sambar, it's a breakfast favorite across the country.
Hyderabadi Biryani: Fragrant basmati rice cooked with marinated meat (usually chicken or mutton), flavored with saffron, spices, and caramelized onions. This aromatic one-pot dish is a culinary masterpiece.
3. East Indian CuisineEast Indian cuisine is characterized by its subtle flavors and minimal use of spices. Rice, fish, and mustard oil are staple ingredients in this region. Popular dishes include:
Macher Jhol: A light fish curry made with mustard oil, turmeric, and green chilies. Served with steamed rice, it's a soul-satisfying meal.
Pakhala Bhata: Fermented rice soaked in water, served with fried or mashed vegetables, and a dash of lemon. This humble dish is a summertime favorite in Odisha.
4. West Indian Cuisine
West Indian cuisine is a fusion of flavors influenced by Persian, Portuguese, and British culinary traditions. From the fiery seafood curries of Goa to the hearty street food of Mumbai, the region offers a delightful culinary experience. Popular dishes include:
Vada Pav: A popular street food snack consisting of a deep-fried potato dumpling (vada) sandwiched between a soft bun (pav), served with spicy chutneys.
Goan Fish Curry: A tangy coconut-based curry flavored with tamarind, kokum, and aromatic spices, simmered with fresh fish. Served with rice or pav, it's a coastal delicacy.
Conclusion
Indian cuisine is a celebration of flavors, colors, and traditions. From the spicy curries of the north to the coastal delicacies of the south, each region offers a unique experience that reflects its cultural heritage. So, the next time you crave a cuisine adventure, immerse yourself in the vibrant world of Indian cuisine and let your taste buds take flight.
#IndianCuisineJourney#FlavorsOfIndia#SpiceTrail#TasteOfIndia#IndianFoodCulture#SavorTheSpices#FoodieAdventures
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#peanut butter#recipes#truffles#candy#pie#brownies#oatmeal#almond joy#cookies#cake#caramel#sticky buns#apple#banana
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