#like beans (so many beans) and sweet cornbread
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get yourself a guy with a strange and complex and above al else very loving relationship with food
#i connect food with love and family and with my Southern Upbringing#there is nothing. NOTHING i love quite like a meal with loved ones. sitting and eating and talking for hours on end is my favorite thing.#in the world.#i'm pointing fingers to my nana. who always made the big holiday dinners and EVERYONE would gather at her house to eat#and we made and decorated cookies every christmas and sometimes around halloween#and i'm pointing at my mom who doesn't like cooking except over the past few years she's started making dishes from her childhood#like beans (so many beans) and sweet cornbread#and i'm pointing at the bonfires behind my nana's house where we would grill hotdogs and roast marshmallows on warm summer evenings#thinking about when i spent an hour talking with my best friend who i hadn't had much chance to speak to lately in the mall food court#and i'm thinking about how we went to cracker barrel after my grandpa's funeral#anyway ignore these tags these are for ME
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DATING LETITIA WRIGHT PRT 2!!🤎
Since yall loved the first one ive decided to make a second one.
(this one is a little shorter tho)
Letitia grew up in the UK,meaning she didnt have much knowledge to how things work in the US,cultural,lifestyle,and just a new atmosphere wise.
She's always so in awe by everything about you.
Whys your hair so damn long? Is it so i can pull it."" She said as she combed through the long locks of silky hair.(That 40 inch,yall know it.)
"No it's not so you can pull it,pull my shit its gone be me an you."
She smirked "Or it could just be me in you." she said as she gathered your hair together playfully bending you over the bathroom sink.
"Nasty Ass"
"Where's the rest of your shirt baby" she said as she attempted to pull the cropped tee down lower.
"And yall these are the Good4thebody Blue jeans from shein they're so comfy and they really shape the body" you walked into the camera attempting to give a quick 360 but letita walked in front of you.
"Yall good. Yall dont gotta see all that" she said
"Girl get out my video."
Meeting Your Family
“Y/N who's your friend?“
"Your daughter is just a handful."
Your family chuckled as every one sat at the dinner table,taking in laughs,making jokes,and the atmosphere just felt so right.
Many different Dishes sat on the tables,Greens,Yams,Cornbread,Beans,Chicken,Etc.
"Shes been like that since she was younger"your mom said as she let of a big and vibrant smile.
"Y/N come help mama with the dishes" your mama spoke.
"I like her.."she said making you smile.
"I do to mommy."
"Is she good to you,she seems sweet and full of love"
"Shes amazing,i wouldn't ask for anyone else."
"Well you know what im finna say.."
"Mama..you do know she's a girl-“
“girl yesss“ your mama said laughing.
“I meant like are y'all planning on adoption or something..“
“hmm maybe we haven't really talked about children yet mama.“
"Well you know i want some grandbabies"
You walked and stopped in the door way of the living room. Letita sat talking to your aunts.
"Y/N girl you done got thick on us." Your aunt said as you walked past.
"You been eating good"
"I have."
"She has." Letita looked at you with a smirk.
Yall do fun things like Tik Toks,Vlogs,Pranks And ETC.
“girl no that's wrong way!“ you said as you attempted to teach your girlfriend a new trending dance.
“I be seeing them edits y'all be making about me.“ lettita said as she laid stretched out on the bed beside you,she had her hood on and low eyes. She smiled cocky at her camera making you mug her.
“yeah and y'all better just keep wishing the fuck.“ you said making her chuckle.
“yeah y'all know y/n crazy as he'll. .“
“whatever.“ you said mugging her. She was feeling herself a lil too much.
“come onnn“ you said attempting to pull your girlfriend to the backseat of the car.
She licked her lips and looked at you speaking in a raspy voice “if I come back their,you not gone be able to walk for a month. Now get your narrow ass back up here and put on this seat belt y/n.“
She was always so sweet to you no matter what.making sute you ate and making sure you got ate...
“ma you hungry?“
“ma you want some taco bell?“
“ma whatchu want from the store?“
“I bought you breakfast in bed mamass“
“you want some head?“
She always took you on set whenever she filmed. Making sure you got everything you wanted while their and where was comfortable as you could be.
“you ok ma? You need anything.“ she said as she rubbed your thigh lightly.
You smiled shaking your head and taking a sip of your water sitting back in your chair.
She treated you like the queen you where and would t let up for nun. She constantly reminded you that you where the baddest no matter what.
“ma you dont need no plastic surgery.“
“but..“
“but nothing.“ she said using her hand to raise your chin.
“you beautiful as fuck.“
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#letitia x reader#letitia wright#shuri x reader#princess shuri#shuri x you#shuri udaku#jamie x reader#shuriri x reader
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there's always one thing the batfamily dreads: thanksgiving. with most of the batkids (besides barbara, since she has her own family), the deal is that they have to at LEAST come for thanksgiving dinner. but most of them decide to stay the next day because bruce lets them use the credit cards. (tim, steph, and jason use them anyways, but they don't get in trouble on black friday.)
dick always tries to make one of the side dishes so whoever they hire to cater isn't doing all the work, but the dish always turns out terrible. dick never wants to stick to the recipe and always says it'll be "too bland" that way. the ways he has tried to spice it up have been:
using takis instead of fried onions on top of the green bean casserole
pouring molasses all over the cornbread.
putting sliced (not diced. SLICED.) garlic in the sweet potato casserole
adding sweet chilli oil to the cranberry sauce ("it says sweet on the bottle tho!!")
putting potato chips in the pumpkin pie
adding FROSTED FLAKES to the STUFFING
and many more food crimes
damian always throws a fit about the amount of meat on the table. one year, he fasts in protest until alfred takes him to a turkey farm and the turkey bites a big hole in damian's hand. now, damian just ignores any mention or sight of meat on the table.
tim, on the other hand, is a big fan of thanksgiving. he made a deal with bruce years ago that he would give up any non-hero work two days a year: his birthday, and thanksgiving. tim now looks forward to asking his family about what they've been working on so he gets a refreshing perspective on whatever project he has going on.
steph always brings apple pie from the store. she loves that apple pie, because she got it on thanksgiving every year growing up. alfred knows not to let the caterer make any apple pies because steph will bring her special one from the store.
cass didn't grow up with thanksgiving, but she's quickly become a fan of how much delicious food she gets when it comes around. the wayne family thanksgiving table isnt as loud as most families' are, but cass loves it even more for that reason. she can focus on whoever is speaking as well as her food without being overwhelmed. it's wonderful.
duke, the newest addition, is a little more cautious about thanksgiving. he has his own family out there somewhere, but it's not like he's able to celebrate with them. however, the family tries their best to keep him involved, and for that, he's very grateful.
Bruce and Alfred are always nervous about thanksgiving. despite it going well every year, there's always a fear that someone might bring up a touchy subject or someone will be mad at someone else for one thing or another. everyone involved is fully aware that thanksgiving is a safe zone, and everyone makes a point to make peace. but only because they don't wanna see bruce sad (or alfred angry.)
#dick grayson#dc comics#batfam#tim drake#damian wayne#batman#jason todd#nightwing#bruce wayne#stephanie brown#cassandra jones#duke thomas#alfred pennyworth#batfamily
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Astrological Weekly Menu
For those days when you’re just not sure what to eat, here is a list of foods to enjoy that are connected to the planetary inspirations of our days of the week. These correspondences can help you tap into the energy of that day and manifest your intentions.
Monday
Ruling planet: The Moon
Foods that honor the moon are cool, creamy, or round:
Cucumber Salad or Sandwiches
Potato Leek Soup
Mushroom Alfredo with Peas
Tuesday
Ruling planet: Mars
As the red planet and associated with war, hot and spicy is the way to go:
Korean BBQ Tacos with Bulgogi
(Note: I skip the beef and make the sauce (without pear) to go on beefless ground, ready in 5 minutes! Serve on tacos with fresh cilantro, red onion, and/or shredded cabbage)
Spicy Garlic Noodles
Tikka Masala
(Note: You can make tikka masala plant based by substituting the chicken with cauliflower or chickpeas.)
Wednesday
Ruling planet: Mercury
Mercury is associated with leafy greens, broccoli, cabbage, and other green vegetables.
Roasted Honey Mustard Cauliflower Kale Salad
Creamed Spinach
Buddha Bowls
Thursday
Ruling planet: Jupiter
Grand, expansive Jupiter is celebrated with golden yellow hues.
Coconut Curried Lentils
Spaghetti Squash
Banana Muffins
(Add 1/2 tsp ground cardamom for an aromatic boost!)
Friday
Ruling planet: Venus
For the planet associated with the goddess of love, sweetness rules.
Maple Tahini Sweet Potatoes with Chickpeas
Thai Peanut Noodle Salad
Honey Roasted Chicken and Figs
Saturday
Ruling planet: Saturn
Saturn is the planet of stability and discipline, so we look to the base structure of many diets: grains, beans, and starches.
Instant pot Chili Mac
(This plant based chili is best served with cornbread)
French Onion Shepherd’s Pie
Overnight No Knead Artisan Bread
Sunday
Ruling planet: The Sun
Sunny fruits like lemons, oranges and hot summer foods like corn and tomatoes are associated with the sun.
Mexican Street Corn Salad
Orange Ginger Power Bowl
Roasted Cherry Tomato Pasta
(You can also sauté the tomatoes over the stove to avoid using the oven)
I hope you are inspired by this list!
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cheap food anon. dinner is either curry, chili, or soup. Chicken, tomato, onion are usually involved. lunch is salads and wraps. usually lettuce, chickpeas, cucumber. breakfast is attempted but rarely eaten, eggs or oatmeal. I know rice and beans is go to cheap meal but lord is it boring. Smoothies sometimes
Beans and rice does indeed get boring fast.
One of my go-tos is ground sausage, the kind that comes in a little one pound tube. I get it for $2.25 at Aldi but you can get it for $3-4 at other stores. It can do anything ground beef can, for cheaper. You can make it last many meals by mixing with plant protein (like beans for tacos or lentils in a ragu sauce), and it will still add so much flavor and texture.
I would also recommend shredded chicken. Works well with the cheapest cuts, like whole leg quarters; just throw them in a slow cooker (or a covered baking dish in a 225F oven) for 6ish hours. Shred up. Put some in the freezer for later. Use for tacos, wraps, fried rice, salads, casseroles, stews, pizzas, quesadillas, etc.
For cheese, opt for "extra sharp" cheddar, you only need a little to add a lot of flavor (compared to mild cheeses) so they stretch.
Frozen vegetables are a great resource too. I can usually get a pack of peas or broccoli for under a dollar each. Kale and spinach are often very cheap fresh; they can be eaten raw or cooked, so I throw them into all my soups and sauces. Button mushrooms are also inexpensive. Sweet potatoes make GREAT homefries.
If dairy is an option, you can make creamy soups/sauces with a roux. Good with pasta, you can make a rich and hearty mac and cheese too.
It doesn't sound like you do much Asian cuisine? Stir-fried chicken and vegetables (carrots, cabbage, bell pepper) over rice is an economical, easy meal. You only really need soy sauce and a little fresh ginger root to get the flavor profile.
Homemade baked falafels over salad with some sour cream or homemade tzaziki sauce would be a different spin on your usual lunch. Try it with quick-pickled onions (legit just throw chopped red onion in 1/3 white vinegar and 2/3 hot water mix, let sit in the fridge at least 20 min).
Lentil Bologense over mashed potatoes is the cooler older sister of beans and rice.
Quiche is a tasty way to use up any leftover bits of meat, cheese, and veggies. If you don't have cream, try subbing for evaporated milk.
Try canned cannellini beans roughly smushed in a bowl with garlic, salt, black pepper, and olive oil: spread on some toast and top with fresh tomatoes, fresh cilantro, and a healthy squeeze of lime juice. Spinach would be good too.
Black-eye beans, corn, fresh tomatoes, red onion, bell pepper, and cilantro tossed in olive oil and balsamic ("cowboy caviar") is great with corn chips.
Also, quickbreads are your friends!! Cornbread is super easy to make and goes so well with chili and stews. And just good snacking.
I hope at least some of this helped or at least gave inspiration!! It's well passed my bedtime so I gotta leave it there for now. :( Feel free to ask for more advice if there's something in particular you are struggling with!
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Home: a raw, unedited, straight-from-my-heart poem.
Written in one take, because I'm homesick.
Home is not the place you live.
At least not for me.
Home is not the house I own,
Nor is it the street I reside on.
Home is ten miles outside city limits,
Home is so close, yet so far away.
Home is the cold hardwood floor on a Saturday morning,
'Cause mama likes to keep the windows open on summer nights.
Home is the dark blue, almost pitch-black predawn sky
While I sit and wait with my thermos full of apple cider.
Home is the smell of burning metal,
The sickly sweet of melting lead and the crackle of AC current on stainless steel.
Papa always was a tinkerer.
I remember being so afraid of the welder, the sparks and the noise.
But oh how I love the smell of burning steel.
Home is the thunderstorm ripping out tree roots like teeth,
While we sit on the porch and watch the lightning.
God, how I fucking hated thunderstorms.
The power never stayed on for more than five goddamn minutes
As soon as the wind began to rip and tear.
I hated those storms, and I want nothing more than to sit outside,
On the porch, and watch one again.
Home is the tv that was always on mute,
'Cause my great-grandpa didn't bother to turn it off.
Home is cheap cookies and coca-cola, cause my great-grandma loved sweets.
Games of Euchre, always plow the big field first;
Now they're both buried in the churchyard.
Home was hearing Taps when they returned him to the earth.
Home is the sound of gravel under tire,
You can drift in gravel, but be wary of mud.
That loop, from the house to the bridge and back around the high road,
Was exactly a half-mile long.
That half mile was traveled many times as I talked to myself.
Home is the cabin back in the woods,
Games of poker on Tuesday night and fires on Friday.
Halloween down in the barn lot and Christmas in uncle's garage.
Home is bean soup in a cast iron pot,
Home is cornbread and grandma's seven-layer jello.
Home is the trees that whispered in the wind,
The trees that we knew like the back of our hand.
Grandpa dropped us off miles away from the holler,
Told us we could find our way, 'cause this land was in our blood.
And we did.
We made out way across those fields,
Through the cedars and into the meadows,
Until we came back home.
Home is not the place you live.
At least not for me.
Home is a frigid December morning in a treestand,
Home is staying up 'till 3 A.M. playing xbox in grandpa's basement.
Home is a black-diamond Winchester,
Home is finding treasure in the granary.
Home is firelight and fireflies on a Friday night,
Home is seeing the leaves burn with autumn red.
Home is a silver fishing lure,
Home is a baseball cap full of morel mushrooms.
Home is not the house I own,
Nor is it the street I reside on.
Home is ten miles outside of city limits.
Home is so close,
Yet so far away.
#mine#poetry#poem#spilled ink#oc poetry#rural decay#rural gothic#rural america#american gothic#creative writing#homesick
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Martin x Hero of Kvatch Headcanons and Stuff (feat. Avarenya)
Ship name: Martenya
Avarenya does not shut up. She grew up being told to be quiet ("A lady is seen, not heard"), and that habit kicked it when she ran away to the Imperial City. So now she thinks out loud more than Ed Sheeran! She gets herself into a lot of otherwise perfectly avoidable situations this way. Including going to jail and meeting the old Emperor. Just another Fredas night.
(Don't think I'm recounting the main quest. This is just as random as Avy's thought patterns)
Martin is Avy's impulse control. Which . . . doesn't always work since he's constantly asking her to go do very high-risk (for impulsiveness) things.
They constantly reference The Vacation to each other. The Vacation is a hypothetical holiday they'll take to Valenwood when the Oblivion Crisis is over. Avarenya wants locally sourced tropical fruit, Martin has never been to the beach in his freaking life, and they both need a nap.
Their conversations about The Vacation are typically nonverbal with many hand movements and occasional random statements. At this point Jauffre is too afraid to question them, concerned both the Emperor and and Hero of Kvatch have been touched by Sheogorath
nota bene: Avarenya does not mantle Sheogorath. Why? She has an older brother, Oromis, who's very important in the Mages Guild. Very serious know-it-all stuff. While his only sister is playing warfare with one Daedric Prince, he gets sent to investigate the one Oblivion Gate that doesn't look like any of the others and — oops, he's Sheogorath now. Ouch.
Sheo!Oromis isn't going to touch his sister (unless it's to pet that overexcitable brain of hers like a puppy) but he'd totally yeet Martin off the Hill of Suicides.
Martenya have no idea that freaking Sheogorath is sometimes stalking them.
But that's pretty heavy actually so let's put it back in the drawer and ignore it.
Avarenya is taller than Martin. Noticably. By like five inches. Ironically, at 6'3", Avy is considered below average height for the Altmeri aristocracy!
After retrieving the Sanguine Rose for Martin to use for the portal to Paradise, Avarenya invested in what's called the Sanguine Roast. She landblasts that sucker. Unfortunately, it has not dissuaded the Prince of Sex and Drums and Rock-'n'-roll from wanting in her tight leather pants.
Martin isn't comfortable sending Avy into constant danger, but he can't help but love it everytime she leaves. Leather pants, y'all.
Any bread these wackos touched turns into cornbread from the amount of corny energy they give off. They're radioactive with it.
Martin only calls Avy by her full name when it's serious. Notable occurrences include: Miscarcand, the Great Gate, Paradise, and the Temple of the One. Amung others.
. . . or, "Five Times He Called Her By Her Name, and One Time He Didn't Have To"
I cannot stress enough that Avy can and will just jump (stumble, slip, slide, meander) into a situation, while Martin's back there telling her "wait, no, don't do that" because that's how she ended up in the middle of a bloody sacrifice party with the Dagon cultists. Please.
Martin is the sun. Avy is literal sunshine. 🥺☀️ S'like the nicer version of the fingers and talons of the Black Hand.
Avy will make friends with anyone, if she can. But Farwil Indarys and that little Bosmer guy from the Arena try her patience. She is actually legit friends with Glarthir though.
. . . she does feel intimidated by Countess Carvain. Which makes . . . no sense because the Countess has always been polite, if not nice, to Avarenya AND she agrees to Martin's plan, so Avy doesn't know what's up there.
Oh Avy, so sweet but so internally paranoid from her upbringing, her subconscious convincing her that MartinxNarina is somehow endgame while her waking mind has no freaking clue! 😆
Avarenya/Martin/Narina political love triangle anyone?
Martin likes tea a lot, but Avy keeps bringing him imported coffee beans everytime she returns from southern Cyrodiil. He may have an addiction now.
Avarenya and Martin actually met once in Skingrad when they were kids. Martin was ten, Avy was nineteen (which is basically still a kid to Altmer). She got lost while her father was visiting his older brother during a summer festival. Little Marty and Avy ended up sharing watermelon taffy and unleashing a pen of sheep onto unsuspecting bystanders. It was lit. 😎
Avarenya has had to drag Martin to bed and tuck him in several times. She's only boinked his head less than half that number!
Growing up in a tropical environment, Avy gets cold very easily. Martin will go out of his way to get her a blanket when she comes in shivering from her latest quest.
In a modern AU, they'd totally have a meet cute/coffee shop story: Martin is a tired counselor burnt out on the wrong in humanity, Avy's a tired grad student burnt out on making coffee, and . . . Oh wait, it's a little depressing now. Hurt/comfort, anyone?
When they first kiss, they're on the battlements. Nearing midnight, both moons are waning and the shadows are heavy. They're cold by themselves and the air around them is colder still, but together, Martin and Avarenya are warm. Burning, like dragonfire.
Do I indulge in the overused trope of Skyrim's Last Dragonborn being descended from Martin? Uh, yeah! I like that trope. And anyway, I was thirteen when I made Leara Rose-blade . . . which is why she's Martenya's granddaughter when she should've been their great granddaughter. #writerproblems
It didn't take long for Martin to warm up to Avy after leaving Kvatch. She's a friendly sunshine personality and did her best to help him through the looming existential crisis of being the heir. She also shared her sweetrolls with him this one time.
Avarenya would totally be behind a whole Wandavision AU where she brings back Martin and they live in a magic fairy tale village bubble with mindless yesmen and their twin children. Baurus would definitely be Monica. Just picture it!
I love Martenya AUs, okay?
#some martinxhok for you thirsty people#martenya#martin septim#oc: avarenya#hero of kvatch#dragonheart#original characters#the elder scrolls#tes#oblivion#the elder scrolls iv: oblivion#tes au#Sheogorath#oc: oromis#oc: leara roseblade#baurus#jauffre
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Let's talk holiday season food. What’s the family/friends favorite that always gets trotted out for every occasion, what food is a “special” holiday favorite?
Yay!!! So excited for this. You already know I’m gonna go off so here’s a read more. 😜���
Okay I’m starting with Thanksgiving, which is my favorite food holiday. In my family, the meal is 100% vegetarian friendly except the turkey and gravy (which I despise anyway), and totally centers on local autumnal produce. Also, EVERYONE, and I mean every single person over the age of 10, contributes. Even if it’s like, my cousin who has no culinary skills - he mixes drinks. Or my uncle who is the DJ and who sets the table and does a phenomenal job—with like, local flowers and origami napkins. Or my other cousins who do an art project with the younger kids, so even though they aren’t cooking, they make centerpieces and shit.
One year, I got a fantastic deal on purple potatoes at the farmer’s market, and my brother used those for the MOST delicious mashed potatoes that were loaded with cream and garlic. That dish was a staple for many years, although in recent ones, he’s been doing smashed potatoes—or, when he’s super ambitious, Hasselback potatoes—and the crispiness is absolutely delightful.
I have made cornbread every year since I was about 12 or 13. It’s this incredible recipe that includes fresh corn and browned butter - usually cornbread is dry, but this is amazing and doesn’t need any butter or anything on it. Sometimes I add jalapeños or red pepper for color/flavor - which one depends on how many baby-mouths are coming.
We always make fresh cranberries, too, not that canned shit. The cranberry bags have the basic recipe, but it comes out way too sweet that way, so instead we use about 1/4 of the sugar and a little orange juice. I like putting walnuts in, but not everyone in my family likes nuts, so I’ve found that chopping an Asian pear and tossing that in right before serving serves the same purpose of a crunchy element.
My great-aunt’s sweet potato pie recipe is SO fucking good. It’s one of the best things on the table and the one year my mom said maybe we don’t need it because too many carbs, I staged a protest. I actually like it better than any of the desserts (and for some reason it's on the dinner table even though it's 100% a dessert--it's got a graham cracker crust and toasted marshmallow top, for fuck's sake). But anyway...
My favorite, or at least tied for favorite with like 5 other things, is my mother’s stuffing. (Well, dressing, since it’s not stuffed into the bird's ass, but the word dressing is weird to me for a substantial side dish.) She uses a mix of cornbread and regular bread, a shit ton of celery and carrots and caramelized onions, and veggie stock that smells so good, it makes me homesick just thinking about it.
Occasionally there’s also something like Mac and cheese or fresh bread/rolls, or green bean casserole or wild rice. Kind of depends on who’s coming and how many people are there, etc, because you always need everyone to contribute.
Then of course, we have tons of roasted or grilled vegetables, whatever looks fresh and beautiful, or what the more talented people have grown in their gardens: Brussels sprouts, eggplant, corn (bonus if we can find red corn) green beans, broccoli, sautéed mushrooms, carrots (bonus for purple or multicolored ones), butternut squash, cauliflower (bonus for purple). And a big salad with dark greens like rainbow chard or kale (usually grown by one of my aunts), avocado, radishes, multicolored peppers, sunflower seeds or roasted pepitas. I’ve seen other people’s Thanksgiving tables and I’m generally shocked by how much brown and beige there is. Our table is a glorious fucking rainbow.
The past 5 years or so, I haven’t been able to go home for Thanksgiving, so we now have a tradition of repeating the meal (or at least, the favorites) on Christmas Day.
Speaking of Christmas…
So, there’s an Italian-American tradition called “Feast of the Seven Fishes” that takes place on Christmas Eve. (I’m not positive how it started, but I am guessing it had something to do with how expensive seafood was in the “New World” and so it was reserved for truly special occasions.) We don’t usually do all seven, but we always make my grandmother’s shrimp recipe, mafaldi with a spicy red lobster sauce, baked lobster, and usually some kind of salmon my dad can grill. (He also cooks the Thanksgiving turkey on the BBQ. We find that his energy in the kitchen can be neurotic and thus enjoy sending him outside.) And of course garlic bread or something fresh-baked to soak up all the sauces. (Grandma called it a sponge.) Also we always have Panettone (the kind with chocolate, not the fruitcake one) for dessert, heated up with ice cream and ganache.
Then, Christmas morning is usually French toast (made with Challah so that the Jews feel represented), or this cheese blintz dish we learned from my dad's cousin.
Which reminds me, oops, I skipped over Chanukkah. Traditions there are more flexible since we don’t celebrate every day and often miss the whole 8 days and remember later in the month. Mostly since my dad doesn’t give a shit and my mom’s not Jewish. But we always at least have latkes (my brother’s are outstanding, and a few years ago he made the regular ones and I made sweet potato and they came out divinely.) Also we do chocolate-covered macaroons (not to be confused with the French macarons) since they’re my mom’s favorite, and my grandmother’s vegetarian version of chopped liver which is SO GOOD, and noodle kugel. And if we’re up for it, we’ll also make rainbow cookies, which I’ve talked about before at length. (Marzipan-flavored “cookie” layers that are basically a very decadent sponge, raspberry jam, dark chocolate.
New Year’s Day: lentil soup! Black-eyed peas! Which I think supposedly serve the same good-luck purpose.
Not specific to a particular holiday but a couple of times a year, my family does polenta parties. A huge pot of polenta and a bunch of homemade toppings, like tomato sauce, pesto, veggies, sautéed mushrooms, caramelized onions, different cheeses, meat that I don't care about, etc.
I’m gonna stop now. I could go on for fucking ever. (Super Bowl Sunday? Easter? Fourth of July? I care about nothing except the food.) I love food and I love my family and I love eating with them. I'm so excited that this year, I'm gonna be on the East Coast for a whole month visiting people. 🥰
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brunch: a big bowl of beans n greens (you can’t see it but under the beans there’s like a cup of garlic fried collards), cornbread. coconut water!
not pictured: the piece of cornbread i ate while brunch was heating up, the two little bonbons i had afterwards.
snack: an americano with a piece of the berlingozzo my aunt sent me! delightful!
dinner: toddler dinner - chicken nuggies and fries from the freezer, done in the air fryer. snap peas. and homemade mayo, store bought ketchup. seltzer oj - tastes like orangina!
dessert: xmas cookies! we’re reaching the end!!!
there’s so many treats around here and i feel a bit overwhelmed. i’m trying to enjoy them and celebrate the season without letting anything go to waste, but i’m definitely eating more sweets than i was before the holidays or that i’d really like. is it insane to say i’m kind of looking forward to when they run out?
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3 Ways to Add a Touch of Thanksgiving Charm to Your Office Catering
It’s that time of the year when families and friends gather to feast and spend quality time with one another. For some people, Thanksgiving is the meal of the year. They look forward to the turkey, the sides, and, of course, dessert. But sometimes, you want more than just a single day dedicated to Thanksgiving delicacies. And sometimes, you crave those delicacies while you’re at the office. After all, you spend so much time with your coworkers, why not celebrate this holiday with the team?
If you’re thinking about catering Indianapolis offices, Nashville workplaces, or an event anywhere else with Thanksgiving flavors, here are a few ideas to consider.
The Main Event: Turkey
Turkey is one of the easiest Thanksgiving meats to include in your office catering, although it’s usually in the form of a turkey sandwich. In other words, it’s deli-sliced turkey. For that touch of Thanksgiving, you might want something more substantial or closer to that slice of juicy, tender Thanksgiving turkey. If you’re feeling like a turkey sandwich, you’re golden. But if you happen to be catering Nashville office lunches or events, you’re even more golden—like the shining golden-brown exterior of a turkey right out of the oven.
Urban Cookhouse in Nashville is the place to find the Turkey & Dressing Package (in Deluxe and Premium variations). These are seasonal specials, so if you’re feeling like bringing Thanksgiving into the office, this can be the way to do it. It’s not uncommon for caterers to offer seasonal specials built around a Thanksgiving menu, so no matter where you’re located, it can be worth it to keep an eye out.
The Sides Everyone Loves
Thanksgiving sides come in all forms, and everyone has their favorite. Some of the staples include dressing, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Of course, the list could go on. If you’re in Nashville and you order a Turkey & Dressing Package from Urban Cookhouse, you’ll have the dressing (in the form of cornbread stuffing) covered. But what about everything else?
Thankfully, there are a lot of options. One of those options is barbecue. Many barbecue sides also happen to be popular Thanksgiving sides, like mashed potatoes. At Poor Piggy’s BBQ—a top-rated option for catering Wilmington NC office lunches—you can get mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, green beans, corn, and so much more. If you really want to go all out on Thanksgiving sides and you work near a Cracker Barrel, your office will be well-covered.
Bring It All Together with Dessert
The Thanksgiving-inspired catered office lunch isn’t complete without dessert. For a lot of folks, pie is the quintessential Thanksgiving dessert. While there are plenty of sweet treats that can grace the Thanksgiving table, pie takes the cake. There are countless pie options across the country, making it easy to find a delicious option for your office feast.
For example, if you’re in Boise, you can get individual slices from places like Black Bear Diner or get whole pies from eateries like Boise Pie Co. Of course, these two examples are just the tip of the pie iceberg. You can find whole pies and pie by the slice in practically every city in the country. That alone is a testament to the power of pie.
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Old Fashioned Southern Peach Cobbler
The peaches have been so sweet and delicious this summer and there is nothing like a ripe fresh peach! I bought a few more peaches than we could eat last time I went to the farmer’s market so I decided to make a peach cobbler with the really ripe ones and just the smell of it baking brought back so many memories for me!
When I was a little girl, we traveled to Hartwell, Georgia often to see my grandparents. It was a long drive but we went at least once a month, if I’m remembering correctly, because my grandfather (Pops) had Parkinson’s Disease and wasn’t doing well. My main memories of him were lying in bed and I don’t remember the year he died, but I wasn’t even 10.
That is a sad memory, but there are fond memories as well! My grandmother, we called her Big Mama, (she was tiny), was a great Southern cook! I remember her picking greens (turnip, mustard, etc.) from the garden and making a big pot along with cornbread and pinto beans. I still love that meal to this day! She made a fabulous pound cake and she canned everything. I have memories of eating oatmeal with her canned pears on top and I can still remember the taste of those pears, but I’ve yet to find a recipe that tastes the same.
When we were there in the summer, sometimes all my cousins would be there as well and it was a house full of people! The adults wanted the children outside as much as possible and I have memories of Big Mama giving us whole peaches, peel and all, and sending us outside to eat them. They were so sweet and juicy and the juice ran down our faces as we devoured those peaches. Of course, we had no cellphones and her television was not the greatest (she mainly used it to watch football games), so we found things to do and I don’t ever remember being the least bit bored! It was certainly a simpler time in many ways.
I’m sure my Big Mama made peach cobbler although I don’t remember…my mother made the peach cobbler I remember eating and the recipe I’m sharing today is very similar!
“The history of peach cobbler as a Southern dish dates back to the early 1800s when African Americans started to combine fruits like peaches with spices and flour to make a sweet, tasty dessert. This combination was then covered with a biscuit-like topping and baked.”
My cobbler recipe doesn’t have a biscuit topping (I’ve made those and don’t like them as well), it has more of a sweet batter that cooks with the peaches and has the most amazing flavor. It’s crunchy on the edges and soft and bread like on the inside. It is indescribably delicious! Add a scoop of vanilla ice cream and you’ll feel like you’re in food heaven!
When this cobbler came out of the oven, I realized that I had no vanilla ice cream but I wasn’t about to take the time to go and get some! We ate it right away! There is still a small serving left that I’ve hidden in the back of the refrigerator and I’ll eat it when I can sit on the front porch and savor those last few bites!
There are so many good memories associated with food, especially if you grew up in a household where food was regularly prepared and you ate as a family! I think that’s so important and hopefully families are trying to make it a priority. My mom made lunch every Sunday after church and we ate dinner together almost every night. We also went to her mother’s house at least once a week to eat a meal! We rarely had a “fancy” dinner, but believe me when I say that it was always good and summer dinners with garden fresh veggies and corn bread were my favorites!
That was a long preface to a peach cobbler recipe, but for some reason, this one just brought back all the memories! I know you’ll enjoy!
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What are your memories of food and growing up? Do certain foods bring back memories? Leave a coment and let me know!
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I wasn't able to work through those emotions quickly. I needed a day to just reset and be inside myself and just breathe without trying to run a marathon at the same time.
I decided to take a day off. Okay, it was less of a conscious decision and more of my body refusing to give up any more spoons.
The spoon theory is an explanation of how people with chronic illnesses, mental, physical, or both, have to negotiate their energy with tasks to be completed. I have two autoimmune disorders. I swing between hyper and hypothyroidism due to a thyroidectomy because of cancer and also have rheumatoid arthritis.
I had simply run out of spoons. I had no more. There wasn't even any in the drawer.
So I did as much school work as I could handle, which was close to none, and a few other things around the house, but for the most part, I sat. I played Ark and watched a movie. I napped.
I had told him early in the day that I just couldn't do it yesterday. I explained that mentally and physically, I was drained. I needed his help. I was behind on all the house things, especially the laundry. Said he would get to it. Had a list of other things he wanted to do as well. Some of the laundry was done. He had the girls sort all the baskets, as well as wash and dry a couple of loads, and then fold theirs.
This past weekend, he did mow, weedeat, and blow our quarter of an acre suburban yard.
And he made dinner last night. It was the sausage I cooked the night before, a can of beans, rice, and cornbread. And he straightened up the kitchen afterward.
He was nice yesterday, constantly asked if I needed anything, even brought me chocolate when he had to go to the store.
I am struggling with this. I see the effort he made, notice the difference between how it normally is and how it was yesterday, but it doesn't feel genuine. It feels surface. Yes, the laundry got mostly done. . . By the children. And yes, he made dinner and cleaned the kitchen and checked on me throughout the day, but did it come at a cost?
This morning, when I got back from running an errand, he wanted to talk to me about my attitude yesterday. How I was short with people and seemed frustrated. How he had been nice all day but I was short. That's the word he kept using. Not rude or mean or nasty, but short. I admit that I was, but did I not have the right to be occasionally? When I'm out of spoons and can't function and am on autopilot, can I be excused from behaving like June Cleaver for a single day?
Many of my spoons are still in the dishwasher. I have a few for today, and they're already marked for use for school work and showering. I didn't have any set aside for that conversation this morning and reacted negatively. I know I probably escalated it a bit, and I shouldn't have. I should have just apologized instead of getting defensive, but dammit I am tired of not being able to loosen my corset for a moment.
As I was typing this, he came downstairs. Our actual wedding anniversary is soon, and the plan was to get a hotel for the weekend and go to an event I had purchased tickets for him as a gift for his birthday. I suggested the hotel as he had approached me and said that he wasn't sure what to do for our anniversary as he didn't want to get it wrong.
Sounds sweet, right? Again, we've been married for 13 years this year. All I wanted was to see the effort. This may be me being bitter and angry at the moment, but this is still not effort. I suggested it in conjunction with an event I had already planned. This way he doesn't have to put thought into getting me something based off my interests.
I even ended up picking the hotel. I'll take care of baby and pet sitters, too. And the bills afterward.
He came downstairs to ask me about the dates.
The ones on the calendar.
That automatically pops on his phone whenever I add anything to it.
Got into another argument about me being short. He said he didn't understand why i was being defensive. He was only trying to ask a question, that question being if I was short because I had run out of weed.
I told him no, my attitude last night was not because I had run out of weed. The only difference was I didn't have my prebed joint.
Saturday, after he had done yardwork and I had grocery pickup, I asked if he wanted to eat lunch with me. I took him out, in an effort to show by example maybe? I don't know. I even paid for it.
Last night, one of my kids painted me a picture. It's amazing and comical and the best thing ever because she knew I was having a rough day.
My oldest had a birthday yesterday. Our relationship is a post for another day, but know that we are working towards rebuilding things. For a long time, I was not a good parent and perpetuated a cycle that was no good for anyone. I see that. I recognize it. I accept it. I feel shame and guilt for it and at the same time, recognize my oldest owes me nothing and needs to heal in her own right. All I can do is try to show her that I'm healing too and encourage her to do what's best for her and hers, even if that means I have to watch from afar.
But yesterday, when I called her, she referred to me as mom and let me sing happy birthday to her, and it was a good conversation. I heard her baby squeal (the lungs on that one!) and said hello to her husband.
So you know, I think that's what I will focus on today. That feeling. Not the ones where I question if I do have an attitude or if I'm even allowed to have one in the first place or if I'm being ungrateful and mean, but the one that shows me that this effort that I've made into being better is worth the pain of healing.
And it is.
These may be my bitter beginnings, but there are going to be better endings.
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Texas Beef Ribs: What You Need To Know
Texas beef ribs are a delicious and hearty meat cut popular in the Lone Star State. These ribs are typically larger and meatier than other ribs, with a thick layer of meat on top of a large bone. They are also known as beef plate ribs or dinosaur ribs due to their size and shape. We will examine what makes Texas beef ribs so special in this article.
1. The Cut Of Meat:
Texas beef ribs are cut from the plate section of the cow, located below the brisket and above the flank. This section of the cow is known for its marbling, which makes it a flavorful and juicy cut of meat. When cooked properly, the meat falls off the bone and is incredibly tender and delicious.
2. The Smoking Process:
The smoking process plays a crucial role in cooking Texas beef ribs. The ribs are typically cooked low and slow over hardwood smoke, which gives them a smoky and rich flavor. The ideal temperature for smoking beef ribs is around 225°F to 250°F, and they can take anywhere from 6 to 8 hours to cook.
3. The Dry Rub:
Another important aspect of cooking Texas beef ribs is the dry rub. A dry rub is a mixture of spices and herbs applied to the meat before cooking. The dry rub can vary depending on the cook's preferences, but it typically includes ingredients such as salt, pepper, garlic powder, onion powder, and paprika. The dry rub helps enhance the meat's flavor and creates a tasty crust outside.
4. The Sauce:
While some purists may argue that sauce is unnecessary for Texas beef ribs, many people enjoy a good barbecue sauce to complement the meat's flavor. Texas-style barbecue sauce is typically made with tomato sauce, vinegar, and spices and has a tangy and slightly sweet flavor. Sauces are usually served on the side, so diners can add as much or as little as they like.
5. Serving Suggestions:
A Smoked Prime Rib is typically served with classic barbecue sides such as coleslaw, macaroni and cheese, baked beans, and cornbread. The ribs can also be served on their own with a simple salad or roasted vegetables. A cold beer or a glass of red wine can complement the meat's rich flavor when served with ribs.
In conclusion, Texas beef ribs are a delicious and hearty cut of meat that is beloved by barbecue enthusiasts worldwide. The combination of the meat's marbling, the low and slow smoking process, the dry rub, and the tangy barbecue sauce all work together to create a mouth-watering and unforgettable taste. Whether you're a seasoned pitmaster or a beginner cook, Texas beef ribs are a great dish to master and enjoy with friends and family.
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Examining the Rich History and Flavors of Southern Food
Southern cuisine is known for its rich, hearty flavors and use of fresh, locally-sourced ingredients. From the tangy, vinegar-based barbecue sauce of North Carolina to the spicy, Creole-inspired dishes of Louisiana, southern cooking is a diverse and delectable melting pot of flavors.
The archives and fake of Southern Cooking
The origins of southern cuisine can be traced encourage to the original peoples who lived in the region, including the Cherokee, Chickasaw, and Choctaw tribes. These groups used ingredients subsequent to corn, beans, and squash to make dishes later than succotash, hominy, and cornbread.
As European settlers began to reach in the region, they brought when them their own culinary traditions, which influenced the enhancement of southern cuisine. The English, French, and Spanish all made contributions to the region's food, including dishes like gumbo, jambalaya, and grits.
From Creole and Cajun to Soul Food and BBQ: Discovering the Flavors of the South
One of the most iconic dishes of southern cuisine is fried chicken. It is believed to have originated following the Scottish, who brought their tradition of frying chicken in fat to the southern allied States. higher than time, the dish was adapted to incorporate local ingredients, such as buttermilk and hot sauce, and became a staple of southern cuisine.
Another signature plate of southern cuisine is barbecue. The origins of barbecue can be traced put up to to the indigenous peoples of the region, who cooked meat on top of an log on fire. European settlers brought their own methods of cooking meat, such as smoking and grilling, which were incorporated into the standard barbecue style of the south.
Southern cuisine is plus known for its use of cute ingredients, such as sugar, honey, and molasses. This can be seen in dishes next pecan pie, sweet tea, and biscuits behind honey.
Overall, southern cuisine is a unique and appetizing combination of indigenous American, European, and African culinary traditions. Its rich history and flavorful dishes make it a favorite in the midst of many Americans.
Captain Sams Fish & Chicken - San Diego, CA.
California Captain Sam's Fish & Chicken is a well-liked southern cuisine restaurant known for its savory and hearty dishes. From their signature fried chicken to their mouthwatering Catfish, Captain Sam's offers a taste of the south that will satisfy even the most discerning palate.
One of the standout dishes at Captain Sam's is their fried chicken. This dish is made in imitation of the freshest, locally-sourced chicken, which is coated in a unnamed mixture of flour and spices in the past bodily fried to crispy, golden perfection. The upshot is a juicy, flavorful, and enjoyable meal that has become a favorite in the middle of regulars at Captain Sam's.
In auxiliary to their appetizing fried chicken, Captain Sam's furthermore offers a variety of supplementary southern specialties. Their mac and cheese is creamy, cheesy, and absolutely irresistible. And for those taking into account a lovely tooth, Captain Sam's offers a selection of southern desserts, including Cheesecake and banana pudding.
So if you're obsession the appetizing flavors of southern cuisine, be sure to visit Captain Sam's Fish & Chicken. Whether you're a southern food aficionada or a newcomer to the cuisine, you're positive to locate something to love on their menu. suitably come upon by the side of to Captain Sam's, and taste the best of the south for yourself!
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i didn’t get photos of the rest of the food but i really wanted to show the pie and bread we made for today !! this stuff was mostly my moms boyfriends moms doing but me and my sisters and my mom made stuffed mushrooms mashed potatoes (sweet and normal ones) cornbread stuffing normal stuffing green bean casserole and corn casserole and then my moms boyfriend made the turkeys (we had two cuz there were so many of us and barely made a dent in the first one) and wild rice with ham hock and greens !! i hope you had a great day and got to spend some fun time with family <33
Looks delicious!!
I made a turkey this year and I was not confident at all about it lol everyone said it was good but as someone who doesn't like turkey that much, i can't tell if they're lying or telling the truth haha
but the mac and cheese that i made was mmmm divine. I gave all of the leftovers of it to my brother though because i have a shit ton of ingredients leftover and so i'm just gonna make some more 😏👌
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snippet: “So, how is this a tradition? Are we going to be making sex ornaments every Christmas?”
pairing: namjoon x female reader
genre: smut/pwp, fluff
au: domestic, married couple, slice of life, christmas time yeeyee
rating: explicit
word count: 6.6k
warnings: namjoon falls into the ocean at one point, very brief mentions of being drunk?, they’re really cute with their traditions and grossly in love lmao i hate them, implied: reader has longer hair
sexual warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, dirty talk, marking, sexual polaroids, mentions of oral (male receiving), photographing during sex, pussy slapping, Namjoon calls y/n a slut, degradation, slight body worship, orgasm denial, teasing, hair pulling, belt whipping/ass whipping, punishment receiving, a belt is used to choke y/n with, mentions of predetermined sex rules, erotic asphyxiation(EA), reader is dizzy from the EA
a/n: this is a part of the 25 days of christmas collab! collab masterlist is here! I had so much fun being a part of this! thank you so much for letting me be a part of this :)
One of the best things about being newly married is creating new traditions.
Technically, you and Namjoon have lived in the same house for two years now, but, being married makes everything feel...different. New, refreshing, something about it feels like falling in love all over again. Admittingly, you did go a little nuts on the redecorating to celebrate the new chapter in your lives. You practically bought out the entire home and furniture store within the first week of living in the new home. Namjoon definitely thought it was silly and maybe a tad bit ridiculous. Yet, he never let on. He was always right there with you, ready to give his honest and caring input. Hell, he even offered to repaint the living room that ghastly tangerine orange color. Offered.
Don’t worry. Eventually you came to your senses and opted for a more practical color: sky blue.
Sometimes you feel a little bad for Namjoon. You know you can get a little crazy and you know that your sappy ideas of love and romance were something Namjoon had to learn from. And boy, was he ever so patient and willing to adapt. Not to say you haven't adapted for him too of course.
As the seasons grew colder, the excitement between you and your new husband flourished further. When you were engaged and even dating, you would both get giddy with the first color change of fall. Because that meant Halloween was quickly approaching. And after Halloween? Thanksgiving. And after Thanksgiving is the best of them all: Christmas.
Decorations for every holiday are kept nicely in their perspective boxes, tucked carefully away in the garage which, at this point, can't even fit a car inside it anymore.
Christmas is fast approaching and although you're more than excited already, this year is going to be different. This excitement has been elevated ten fold because you and Namjoon have decided to create new Christmas traditions. And, now that you think about it, creating a new tradition every year has become its own tradition. The first Christmas you and Namjoon started dating, your tradition was to make gingerbread houses. The second year, you each bought a new Christmas themed movie and watched them on Christmas Eve. The third year, Namjoon came up with the idea to exchange favorite memories of the past year. The fourth year, you both finally broke down and found matching pajamas and finally, the fifth year, tacky Christmas card photos to send to your friends and family. Each year gains new traditions and soon you won’t have enough time in the day to do them all!
This year, you took the more mysterious route. And so did Namjoon.
When you both sat down for dinner a few days after Thanksgiving, you proposed your new Christmas tradition: personalized stockings. The idea was that you would decorate a stocking for Namjoon and fill it with his favorite things like candy, movies, and little trinkets. And he would do the same for you. Namjoon was thrilled with the idea, claiming to already have just the things he'd want to stuff your stocking with. You had thought that was that. That was the new tradition.
But, after a few more mouthfuls of food at dinner, Namjoon pitched his idea.
"I want to make personalized ornaments."
Oh, your heart fluttered right there on the spot. Namjoon has been more shy to romantic gestures, letting you lead the way. If there was something you wanted, he’d get it. If you wanted flowers every Monday, then he’d do it. But every girl knows that telling your man what you want all the time just takes the spontaneity out of things.
For him to share this comfortably and with confidence was a huge step.
Fast forward a couple of days and that's when you married the man of your dreams. On December 1st, your fairy tale came to life.
Normally, the average couple wants to have their wedding in the spring or summertime. Weather is less unpredictable, people are more able to RSVP, etc. You and Namjoon were not the average couple. Instead, you both opted for a winter wedding. The holiday season is both your favorite time of the year and being able to add your wedding anniversary into the mix? Neither of you had to really think on that one too much.
The wedding was one for the books as fluffy white snowflakes danced down to the ground, Namjoon’s rosey dimpled cheeks smiling at you as you walked down the aisle. Everyone around you blurred. He was the only thing you could see clearly.
Now fast forward a couple more weeks and it's Christmas Eve. The day you look forward to every year. The day before Christmas.
The tacky Christmas cards were sent last week, all the shopping has been done. It's time to get cozy with your husband.
A lot of magic gets put into the weeks, days, and even hours before Christmas Eve. Decorating almost becomes a part time job for you. Everything needs to be perfect.
Namjoon woke you up early to help him prep the Christmas Eve dinner which included turkey, mashed potatoes, homemade cornbread, and enough green beans to feed a village. You let Namjoon lead and became his assistant; grabbing all the utensils he needed to get that turkey perfectly prepped.
When the turkey is in the oven, there's still no time to rest. You sneak off into the spare bedroom to gather up Namjoon's presents. Pride swells deep in your stomach as you look at the collection of assorted gifts and trinkets wrapped to perfection in an array of holiday wrapping paper. This year was the year you tried extra hard to not give him any presents early or accidentally hint at what you've gotten him. Just one more night...you can last for one more night. You put them back in their hiding place, denying every cell in your body that’s telling you that one gift won’t hurt!
Maintaining your self control, you walk out of the room and rejoin your husband.
The day passes by all too quickly. Before you know it, you're bringing your empty plate to the sink, wobbling as you acclimate to your now bloated belly.
"You've outdone yourself this year, Joon," you sigh with content as you sink into the couch cushions. "I don't think I'll be able to fit into my work pants on Monday."
Namjoon chuckles from the kitchen as he rinses the plates, drying his hands with a small towel as he emerges into the living room and joins you on the couch.
"The chef enjoys your compliments." He tosses the towel towards the hallway where he will absolutely forget it's existence and slip on it later tonight. It's happened more than once now.
"The chef," you cheekily lean in closer to him, smiling wide and bright before you kiss the base of his neck, "is too good to his customer." You kiss his neck again and he sighs, pulling you closer to his body.
The sun starts to go down and the air grows crisper, pinks and oranges cascade into the living room and mingle with the abundance of Christmas lights you have hanging around the room and the tree. You bounce around with excitement as it comes time to give your husband his stocking. Per tradition, of course.
"Sit down by the fire!" You giggle, squealing away as you run into the spare bedroom to your secret stashing place, pulling out the forest green stocking you've stuffed to the brim with things for Namjoon. For a moment, you contemplate getting out the rest of his presents. Both of you decided many years ago to not pre put Christmas presents under the tree because 1. you're a terrible secret keeper and 2. you're terrible at waiting and 3. last year you got way too drunk and accidently stepped on one of the gifts you were going to give to Namjoon. Deeming you both a clumsy mess, Namjoon presented the idea of putting presents under the tree the morning of Christmas. That way you could still get your cute photos and open presents only minutes later.
You hold Namjoon's stocking behind your back, careful to not let anything slip out from the top, and sit in front of Namjoon. The fire warms your back, instantly heating up your flannel pajamas, as your knees touch Namjoon's. A sly grin is painted on his face as he too holds his arms behind his back.
"Ready?" You're practically springing up and down with excitement.
"Go!" Namjoon laughs as he pulls out what he's been hiding and you do the same. You both quickly pass each other the stockings you've made.
"Oh my god, Namjoon there's like thirty bags of Swedish Fish in here!" You hunch over as you laugh, pulling out bag after bag and pile them into your lap.
"Those better last you all week! I don't want another 'Joonie'," he clasps his hands together and widens his eyes comically, pouting his lips and raising the pitch of his voice higher, "'on your way home from woorrrkkk can you stop and get me my fishies?'"
You smack him playfully on the thigh, the sound echoing in the living room. "I don't sound like that!" You laugh along with him, but already your mouth is drooling, the sweet-savory taste of Swedish Fish already dancing on your tongue.
"Oh, cool!" Namjoon pulls something out of his stocking and holds it closer to his eyes. "I've been wanting to see this movie! Thanks, babe!"
You smile as he continues to dig through his stocking. Stockings are a very traditional part of Christmas, but you wanted to go the extra step. Not only did you hand pick the fabric of the stocking, but you also sewed it together. Deep, soft green flannel accessorized with a plush, fuzzy grey trim really didn't take that long to put together. Overall, the best part was getting that sparkly silver glitter glue and putting that big 'N' on the front. It turned out just how you wanted it, and watching Namjoon hold it delicately in his hands gives you a sense of accomplishment.
He definitely tried with your stocking, that's for sure. Namjoon also sewed together his own fabrics, which actually surprises you because, let's be real, most guys would just go out and buy a premade stocking and stick your name on the front and call it good. But Namjoon isn't most guys and he proves that to you as much as he can. Although slightly wonky, you can tell he took his time and put forth his best effort with this gift. The stitches are definitely not going the same way, but they're consistent.
Going the complete opposite of Christmas themed, Namjoon opted for a bright neon orange fabric that kinda hurts your eyes if you stare at it too long. Bright pink and yellow pom poms are scattered all around the fabric and you're lowkey afraid your husband murdered a clown to make you this.
"It's a sunset."
You look up to see Namjoon smiling at you proudly, the stocking you made him hugged loosely to his chest. His dimples are deeply set as the tips of his cheeks redden.
You stare at the stocking with a new sort of fondness and it's hard to fight the brimming tears quickly forming.
"It's beautiful, Joon. I love it." Carefully setting it aside, you lean forward and pucker your lips. Namjoon meets you halfway and you resist the urge to sigh as his lips meet yours. All too soon, he pulls away.
The next couple minutes go by leisurely as you both continue to dig up the little treasures hidden in the stockings and once you're done, Namjoon starts to fidget.
"Excited?" You tease, already surrounded by Swedish Fish candy wrappers.
Namjoon looks back and winks at you playfully. "Very."
Laughing, you wait as he pulls out his next gift. Namjoon's tradition idea to make personalized ornaments is one you can't believe you haven't thought of sooner. He reaches far back behind the Christmas tree, a few pine needles escaping their branches and planting themselves into Namjoon's pajamas.
He shakes his head, sprinkling pine needles onto the hardwood floor as he holds a loosely wrapped gift.
"Before I give you this, I want you to show me yours first."
Puzzled, you reach under the couch and fish out your own gift. "I thought the idea was whoever came up with the idea presents first?"
"Yes. But this time is different." There's something coy to the way he's talking, like he's trying to mask a smile, but his cheeks are still tinged red. He's got something more up his sleeve than just a unique Christmas ornament, that's for sure.
Tingling with curiosity, you push it aside as you hand your gift over to Namjoon. Opting for a small bag instead of wrapping paper, Namjoon flips the bag upside down and catches the ornament in his hand.
Smiling, he looks closer at it to see you've filled it with a shit ton (and you’re not exaggerating) of sparkly blue glitter. There's a tiny cutout picture of Namjoon from your vacation to the beach last year inside and his facial expression is definitely not one you can look at while keeping a straight face.
Present Namjoon bursts out laughing, nearly dropping the gift.
"Is this-? Did you-?" He can barely talk in-between aggressive ‘ha ha's’, his free hand covering up his mouth as he does so. Namjoon's deep brown eyes sparkle as he recalls the memory of how he tripped and fell into the ocean. Not from a pier or anything, no. The two of you were walking hand in hand along the beach when Namjoon tripped sideways and went shoulder first into the shallow shores, nearly taking you down with him.
At first you were concerned, but then you saw as Namjoon continued to flip backwards, going further and further out into the water. Then fear overcame you. You rushed in after him, fully prepared to save the nearly drowning fiancée of yours.
After a lifeguard and several kind pedestrians determined Namjoon was more than okay, you couldn't hold back the laughter bubbling quickly from your chest. From the ground, Namjoon laughed with you, claiming he couldn’t even walk right anymore.
Although scary in the moment, it's a memory the both of you love to laugh about.
Namjoon wipes a finger under his eyes as his laughter diminishes, sitting up to place the ornament in the center of the tree on full display for everyone to see.
"That was amazing, babe. Thank you." He sits back down and picks up what has to be your ornament resting by his knee. You can only imagine what he could have possibly placed in there. There's so many inside jokes between you two that you're having a hard time thinking of a specific one. Namjoon can be brutal when it comes to inside jokes. But he can also be really sweet...and seeing as it's your first Christmas together as a married couple, there's definitely a chance that he's put in something romantic.
As you unwrap your gift, you almost drop it as you gasp. Namjoon looks at you with a smug expression on his face and something hidden behind those deep brown eyes of his.
In your palms you hold what appears to be a handmade ornament. It's clear with black and grey glitter poured into it. And sitting on top is a picture.
But it's no ordinary picture.
You try to swallow but your throat feels alarmingly dry.
"Namjoon..." your tongue tastes funny as you say his name slowly, almost like old water that’s been sitting out in the living room for a couple of days.
He raises his eyebrows suggestively, resting his arm on his knee as he tries to appear nonchalant. "You said you wanted us to create our own traditions. Something unique to the both of us. What's more unique and special than this?"
The ornament feels hot in your hand and it's frustratingly hard to make yourself not look at it. Heat continues to flicker from your palms and grows through your arms and swallows itself down into your stomach. But it doesn't stop there. Oh no. You feel this heat down in-
"So, how is this a tradition? Are we going to be making sex ornaments every Christmas?" It's not so easy to keep your tone nice and steady. You don't know if you should laugh, be turned on, angry- oh who are you kidding? You're definitely turned on. The photo in the ornament is one worthy enough for the tumblr porn page aesthetics. In the photo it's you on your knees with Namjoon's cock halfway down your throat. Mascara tears dribble down your cheeks as they hallowed around his member.
"The tradition," Namjoon's voice is silkier than silk itself and the low grumble in his throat is enough to shoot an intense wave of arousal throughout your body, "is that we fuck and take a polaroid, and put the polaroid into a clear see through ornament to commemorate the experience."
You've gotta admit, this is sexy as fuck.
Namjoon licks his bottom lip as he tries to read your body language. He's looking sexier than ever in his bright red Christmas pajamas that you both picked out last month. Matching pajamas, another Christmas tradition you've both adopted.
Speaking of pajamas, you don't want to have yours on any longer, no matter how cute and comfortable they are.
Leaning forward slightly, you grip the base of your shirt and slowly start to pull it over your head. You hear Namjoon's breath hitch in his throat as your shirt rises over your chest, exposing your unsupported breasts to him.
Once the shirt is fully over your head, you toss it at the side wall, giving Namjoon a wink as you do so.
"For a little while, I wasn't sure how you would take this whole explicit ornament idea, but holy fuck am I glad I decided to go with it." Namjoon seems stuck in place, completely in awe as his eyes roam over your half naked body.
"Oh!" You start, scaring Namjoon slightly. "It's so cold!" You look at your husband innocently as you take one of your fingers and start rubbing your left nipple. "Look how hard my nipples are." You pretend to pout, loving how wide Namjoon's eyes are as he continues to watch you play with yourself. He looks like a man who's just won the lottery and you wouldn't be surprised if he started jumping up and down for joy.
"I think I'm gonna go back to the bedroom." You stand up and look over your shoulder, winking at him once more as you slyly shimmy your pants off, bending all the way over to free the garment off your ankles.
With an open mouth and wide eyes, Namjoon slowly lifts up the polaroid camera and snaps a picture, eyes unwavering from where he was looking.
Sauntering down the hallway, you pause to see if Namjoon is following you, but he remains frozen in place.
"Pity," you sigh, "I was hoping you would come keep me warm."
Confused, Namjoon's eyebrow raises as his eyes finally meet yours. "You really wanna snuggle? Now?"
Annoyed, you drop the act and turn towards your dumbass husband. "Namjoon, you just showed me a sexy polaroid and I just stripped in front of you. Get your ass in that bedroom and come fuck me like the beast you are."
He didn't need to be told that twice.
You squeal as he quickly stands up. His shirt and pajama pants are discarded in record speed as he runs after you. Catching up to you easily, Namjoon tackles you onto the bed, pinning his legs on either side of your hips.
And there it is, in all its glory: Namjoon's hardened cock staring you right in the eyes, hidden by the thin lining of his boxers. Despite the obvious piece of male anatomy blocking your vision, you find yourself looking up into Namjoon's eyes, your mind slipping away from the present moment. It's one of those surreal moments that only happens in the movies and you never would have imagined it could happen to you. Just a few weeks ago, you were walking down the aisle, eyes searching for that comfort in Namjoon's. Smiling goes a lot further to Namjoon than just using your mouth. When he smiles, his whole face lights up. From the lines by his eyes to the way his nose scrunches, Namjoon smiles with everything he has. It's one of those smiles that makes you want to run into his arms, bury your face in his chest, and just relax, let go of every stress and worry you've had built up.
"Hey. Where you at?" Namjoon chuckles above you.
Grinning softly, you shake your head from side to side. "Sorry. I'm here."
You look up at him and there's a moment of softness at the edges of his eyes. And then they wander down, his gaze caressing your body and that softness turns into dilated pupils, a deep, pain invoking hunger settles in. You're more than ready for him to just eat you up.
Namjoon licks his lips tauntingly before diving in towards your own lips. And like a fish taking the bait, you’re hooked. He tastes like gingerbread cookies and peppermint; a mixture you didn’t realize could be so addictive until this moment. Your tongues roll together as you move your heads from side to side, tasting each other, neither particularly fighting for dominance.
Like water, you both flow together as Namjoon guides you on top of him. Demanding to be acknowledged, Namjoon’s cock twitches angrily against your thigh, and like any sane person would do (or insane, let’s be real), you swivel your hips and grind against his growing, hardening length. Wincing beneath you, Namjoon’s face starts to redden. From the stuffiness of the room or from trenchant nature of your movements, you’re not sure.
You slow down your movements and pin Namjoon’s arms at his sides, not allowing him to touch your body at all.
“Y/n,” he warns, the veins in his forearms beginning to thicken.
Ignoring him, you continue to grind on him with stripper level intensity. It has always been a personal goal to make your husband come in his pants. Something about getting him off without even physically removing his cock from his underwear is oh so motivating.
Namjoon, on the other hand, thinks differently.
Lowly growling, he uses the strength from his thigh muscles to trap you in place, winking at you before he flips you on your side, and ultimately gaining the upper hand. Now it’s him who’s pinning your wrists on either side of your face. Holding his gaze, you try to appear unfazed by his graceful assertion of dominance, so it’s all the more frustrating that he chooses to not only disconnect your glares, but to proceed to fist his cock sloppily, hardening himself even more: he clearly does not see you as a dominant competitor today.
When Namjoon is feeling particularly more feral than normal, he runs the bedroom like a potentate; what he says goes, and you better obey quickly unless you want to be punished. Mercilessly. On some occasions, you're the good girl who listens well and obeys commands perfectly. On other days (most days), you love poking the bear just to see how far his punishments will really go.
Today is definitely one of those days.
Namjoon releases your wrist, leaning back on his knees as he wordlessly motions for you to flip over. He gets off the bed, one hand still gripping his cock tightly, as he goes to where he put the polaroid down. Now, on your hands and knees, you move your hips from side to side, slowly wiggling your ass tauntingly in front of him as he attempts to put more film into the polaroid camera. "Namjoooooon," you pout, lips pursed as you whine to your husband. "Don't you want to spank me? Put your big, strong hands all over my body. I think I need to be reminded about who I belong to." Unable to contain your pout, you smirk as Namjoon narrows his eyes. You know exactly what he's contemplating: should he reward you or punish you for your explicit neediness.
Suddenly, your head is forced up until you're looking at the ceiling and your stomach tumbles with joy.
Punishment it is.
Namjoon releases your ponytail, your head collapsing back between your arms that are still holding up your body. Your heart races as you try to catch your breath, eagerly anticipating Namjoon's next move.
The bed creaks as Namjoon goes and opens the closet door. Sneaking a peek over your shoulder, you see him opening up his sock drawer. Momentarily confused, it all makes sense when he pulls out his black leather belt.
Instantly, chills shiver their way through your body. Yes, you wanted him to spank you. But you meant with his hands.
Namjoon holds the belt between both hands as he turns back to you, snapping the leather against itself as he tests the product before then slapping it across his own palm. A sinister smile paints that gorgeous face of his and you've never been happier to be in love with an actual demon.
Clasping your hands together tightly, you brace for what's to come, knowing you're going to orgasm so hard later.
"Count," Namjoon commands and without a moment's hesitation, you hear the crack of the belt on your skin before you feel the stinging hot pain. Gasping loudly, all you can think about is how you can't wait to see the bruised redness on your ass afterwards. Something about having markings leftover from any sexcapade leaves you feeling accomplished and slightly dirty.
"I said count," he grits through his teeth, but he waits until he hears you to continue.
"One!" You squeeze your eyes tightly and wait for the second hit.
"Two!" You cry. Wetness oozes from between your legs and you're wondering how many Namjoon is going to administer. You just want his cock in you already. Almost like a stomach growling when delicious food is near, that's how you feel right now. But it isn't food that will satisfy this hunger.
Five more whips later and you start to shake at your elbows, grasping the sheets tightly between your fingers and biting down on the pillow in front of you. The sting on your ass feels so good and you're honestly surprised that last smack didn't send you straight into an orgasm. Namjoon knows his way around that belt, hitting each spot perfectly and with enough force where it doesn't necessarily hurt. It's all pleasure.
Namjoon discards the belt and takes hold of your ponytail, wrapping your hair around his knuckles before pulling. It's a little rougher than usual, tears brimming your eyes as you wince. To anyone else, they probably wouldn't have been able to handle the neck cramp, or the stinging on your scalp. But it only turns you on more. You bite your bottom lip as he gives your ponytail another yank, this time to the side so you're able to see him out of your peripheral. It's animalistic how he looks at you; a low growl festering deep within his throat, his mouth practically watering as he looks at you.
"So beautiful," he mutters as he hand grips your hair tighter. His other hand moves over the curvature of your ass, the lightness of his touch giving you goosebumps. Arousal is about to start dripping out of you any second. Namjoon knows how sensitive you are with your senses. He gives your ass a hard squeeze before resuming his light touches.
"Are you ready, baby?" he whispers fondly from behind you. His hand is hovering over your clit, you can sense it.
"Yes, sir."
With the sound of his respected name, Namjoon slaps your cunt harshly with approval, making you cry out in pain and surprise. Focusing all your energy on keeping yourself upright, you can’t help but tremble more as you grip the sheets tighter and tighter. You can feel his hand take away some of your slick as he pulls away from you. Hiding your face in the crook of your arm, you wait for your punishment for being too turned on so quickly.
You chance a look behind you, his grip on your hair loosening enough for it to tumble away from his fingers. He's staring at his other hand, your arousal glimmering in the faint room light, like small spider webs woven between his fingers. Namjoon's thick eyebrows furrow as he continues to contemplate the slickness on his hand. You swallow hard, afraid to speak up.
Wordlessly, Namjoon wipes the remanence of your juices onto his thighs, his jaw set tightly as his mouth forms a thin line.
“Sir?” You croak out, “What’s wrong?”
There’s a moments pause before he finally speaks.
“Only sluts get that wet that quickly.”
You turn back to face the headboard, hiding your gleeful smile as his authoritative tone vibrates throughout your body. It’s been a while since he’s called you a slut in the bedroom. In fact, if you recall correctly, the last time he called you a slut was after he took that polaroid of you a few months ago. The same polaroid that he put in his Christmas ornament.
Dripping more than a loose faucet, all you want is for him to plug you up, to fill you completely.
Which he easily complies to.
Tingling with anticipation, you let out a soft moan as you feel Namjoon slide the tip of his cock up and down your folds. You shiver as if there’s a slight chill in the room, but really, you feel burning hot.
"Are you a good girl? Hmm? A good little slut?" He asks from behind you, hips unmoving as he rests his member deep within your cunt.
"I'm a very good girl, sir."
You fight every urge, every nerve in your body that screams to move, to get some sort of friction going from your body to his. But, like you said, you're a good girl. So, you grip tightly to whatever self control you have left.
"But not a good slut?" He massages the mounds of your ass, delicately running his fingers across your skin. Goosebumps spread across your body from the sensational touch as he continues his motions almost thoughtlessly.
So he's playing a game, you decide. Always trying to exercise that brain of his no matter the setting, that's Namjoon for ya.
"Oh, I'm the worst slut, sir," you play along, "I feel so bad for you, stuck with a broken play thing like me." You jut out your bottom lip to help enunciate the deep pout you're going for.
Namjoon growls in response, hips twitching as he refrains from moving still.
"What's wrong?" You consciously clench around him. "Having a hard time...focusing?" You roll your hips backwards, milking out a delicious moan from your husband’s lips. His hands grip your ass so tight that you wince. But it's totally worth it.
"Only," he pants, "I can talk about you like that."
Grabbing the belt from the side of the bed, he quickly and flawlessly wraps the leather around your throat, just below your chin and above your windpipe. Namjoon pulls back, momentarily cutting off your airways. He loosens it after counting to ten, a rule you both placed years ago when it comes to rough choking like this. The restricted air leaves you feeling lightheaded in all the best ways. It's a form of high unexplainable and unattainable through any other forms. And right when Namjoon pulls himself out just to slam back inside of you, he pulls on the belt once again so that when his cock hits the back of your walls you're more than sky high.
Thrusting slow, Namjoon works up a steady momentum that includes restricting your breath every so often. In a way, it's almost like orgasm denial every time he loosens his grip and lets you breathe properly again.
"Now," Namjoon's breath is raggedy after continuing to maintain his flawless control over his urges to pound you through the mattress, "Are you a good slut or a bad slut?"
"I'm a good slut, sir!" Your voice is faint against the belt. Namjoon has loosened his hold on it so that you could speak without too much struggle. But he quickly tightens it again, your eyes rolling backwards as he hits your sensitive spot over and over again. Namjoon guides your head back until you feel his chest against your back. His breath his hot against your ear as he growls through gritted teeth, his thrusts becoming sloppy and inconsistent.
"You're mine."
Suddenly, the belt is tossed aside and Namjoon flips you onto your back. Air seems to be nowhere near your lungs as you gasp, your husband moving too quickly for your lightheaded brain to process.
He spreads your legs open, getting a clear look at your core. Cock twitching, Namjoon moans and fists himself as he stares at your naked body.
"It is so hard to keep my self control when you're around."
"I'm around all the time," you reply, watching him closely as he continues to attend to his weeping red member.
"That's the problem."
Nothing more needs to be said. He pounces like a predator on its prey. His hands grip your shoulders, using them as leverage as he buries his cock between your legs. It happens so fast you barely have time to appreciate the feeling of his head pushing past your walls, stretching you so perfectly it leaves you breathless.
Namjoon grips your thighs tightly as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you. Nails raking against your skin leaves hot burning lines that make you gasp and moan. Whenever he shifts his weight on your thighs, it’s like a direct tingling line of sensation that shoots right to your core.
Namjoon’s bangs stick to his forehead with sweat, little dewdrops threatening to fall over your chest as he continues to thrust in and out of you. The rawness of his cock against you is gone, you’re so wet that he easily slides in and out of you. When you get this wet, as in...wetter than a fucking ocean, Namjoon likes to play a little game. He’ll slow down his thrusts, agonizingly inching his cock out of your hole and waits a few moments before pushing himself back in, bottoming out and slowly pressing against your sweet spots. Part of you thinks he does it to control the intensity of your flow, but the other part of you is nearly certain that he does it because he’s actually Satan himself and gets off on torturing you to no end.
And that's exactly what he starts to do.
Protesting will get you nowhere, you've learned that over the years of being with him sexually. Namjoon's self control is out of this world, even when he has his moments of weakness. You swear that man could go months without an orgasm if it meant teasing you into insanity.
"No!" It doesn't hurt to try to protest every now and then does it? "Namjoon please. No teasing. Fuck me like you mean it!"
Wordlessly, Namjoon picks up the polaroid camera from the side of the bed, his cock still buried deep inside you. "Let's make some magic, baby."
Pulling out of you slightly, Namjoon brings the camera to one of his eyes, squeezing the other eye tightly shut as he focuses the camera down at your private areas. Bright light flashes in the dimly lit room without warning, dazing you as you hear the whir of the camera spitting out the image it just captured. Dark colors litter your vision every time you blink, your eyes not adjusting as quickly as you would hope.
Carelessly, Namjoon tosses the polaroid to the left of the bed and removes his cock completely from your aching pussy.
"Turn around," he commands. "No, not like that." He groans as you position yourself on your hands and knees. You turn to look at him and ask what he means, but his large hand pushes the back of your head down until your cheek is squished against a pillow. Namjoon grabs your hips roughly, adjusting them back until your ass is as high up in the air as possible.
"Perfect," he mumbles. The tip of his cock greets your folds once again. They remain teasingly on your lips. Light flashes again followed by the loud whir. "Your ass looks amazing in this."
"You can't even see the photo yet." Grumbling against the pillow, you try to distract yourself from the ever growing ache within your cunt. This slow, unintentional teasing can only go on for so long.
"I know." You can hear the smile in his voice as he lovingly pets your right ass cheek. As you're about to reply, your walls are being stretched once again. Snarky reply forgotten, you moan out his name as he bottoms out inside you, not even wasting a moment before he pulls out and slams back inside.
Namjoon continues to snap his hips back and forth against you, the back of your thighs tingling with each thrust.
"Fuck!" he yells out, his pace quickening. "You feel so fucking good! I should have gotten a picture with that belt around your throat!"
You whimper your response, enjoying his cock too much to even form words.
"You're right," Namjoon's smirk is visible even in the dimly lit light. "We'll just have to do it next time."
The polaroid light flashes right as your orgasm takes over your body. Eyes rolled back, mouth wide open, it's a photo worthy enough to be the star on the Christmas tree. There might even be a hint of drool on your chin.
Before thoughts can even begin to form in your head, Namjoon's hands are on your waist once again, flipping you onto your back. The camera is in one hand as he aggressively pleasures himself to completion. White hot come paints your skin from the divots of your collar bone all the way down to your hip bones.
Panting loudly, Namjoon steadies himself as he stands over you, shaking hands raise up the camera, pointing directly at your cum covered self.
"Beautiful." Breathlessly, the picture is taken and your husband lays down besides you.
"I love our little sexmas tree." You smile brightly as you lean into Namjoon's arms as you both gaze at your now very not-safe-for-work Christmas tree, decorated entirely with the new polaroid photos you took less than an hour ago.
"Me too." He squeezes you tightly before freezing up. "We should probably take them down before you're parents come over tomorrow."
Clinging to Namjoon as you laugh, for a moment it feels like time slows. Your laugh sounds far away and you feel your body move as if it were underwater. It isn't a scary or unsettling feeling, no. In this moment you feel on top of the world. No one can knock you down.
All too quickly, things go back to normal.
"God, I would hate to see that reaction. But for now, let's leave them up."
Namjoon leans down and kisses you lightly on your left temple, guiding you back to the bedroom to get some well earned sleep.
© do not copy, modify, translate, or repost. Jinitude 12/02/19
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