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bel1ewrites · 1 year

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I have a request for Jenna :)

Ok so it’s Jenna x reader and reader is just a big softy golden retriever sweetheart and would always ask Jenna if she can get a hug or a kiss or if she can hold her hand and Jenna thinks it’s just like the cutest thing ever just pure fluff basically

a/n: sorry this is so short! The idea came to me mid 'Great British Baking Show" binge. If you want more stuff like this lmk and thank you for this amazing request :)!

Puff Pastries, Anybody? (Jenna Ortega x Reader)

Description: Baking isn't your strong suit.

WC: 507

Warnings: Literally none. Read it now or I'll make you eat the pastries.

“JENNA! Jenna, come look at this!”

From her seat on the couch, Jenna sighs and rolls her eyes playfully as she stands for the umpteenth time, sauntering into the kitchen to witness whatever tragic mess is transpiring in the midst of yet another one of your new hobbies.

The sight she’s met with is somehow even more mind boggling than the time she’d walked in to find you covered in wall paint from head to toe; at least then there was only one messy substance involved. In this case, you’ve managed to turn yourself into a powdery white monster with globs of what look to be strawberry jam strewn about your clothes in random ranges of size. The counter isn’t even visible beneath the layer of ingredients that lay in and out and all around their respective containers.

“Baby,” she laughs in disbelief, “what the fuck happened in here?”

You’re smiling brightly, giddiness shining in your eyes. “I made puff pastries,” you walk around the island with a tray in your hands and Jenna winces as a little trail of flour and god knows what else follows close behind you. She sees it coming before it happens. You lean down and press a gentle kiss on her lips that she returns with a smile. It leaves a starchy taste on her lips.

“Puff pastries, huh? Where did the… red stuff come from?”

You hold the tray out to her like a dog with a stick. “Try it and find out.”

And so, with a shrug, she grabs the most puffed and golden looking still-warm pastry. You put them on the counter and watch her with careful eyes, biting the flour flavored knuckle of your forefinger in anticipation.

A bite. A careful chew. A thick swallow. A cough.

“Uh oh,” you grimace, watching her struggle to keep your creation down and stepping closer to her to rub her back through the coughing fit that ensues. Surely they couldn’t be that bad… right? You grab the bitten offender from her hand and bring it to your mouth, taking a huge bite out of it.

An indescribable texture. A taste akin to a mouthful of seawater. A truly religious experience.

“Jesus fucking christ that’s atrocious,” Jenna remarks as she gasps for air. You reach for her hand while you attempt to swallow the inedible abomination in your mouth and she takes it, rubbing the skin there with her thumb in soothing circles. “I’m sorry, but that needs to be lit on fire and disposed of in like… a nuclear power plant or something.”

You laugh in agreement, tastebuds sobbing like dying soldiers on a battlefield. “Can I have a hug? That was traumatizing.”

Her arms spread out in invitation. She’s warm and delicate in your arms when you engulf her, hands wrapping around your neck loosely as your forearms rest at her lower back. “Sorry,” you mumble, lips pressed to the top of her head.

“It’s okay,” she assures against your chest. “But you better clean this up, I’m watching the game.”

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #fluff #wlw #gxg #lesbian #pro chef moment

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elder-sister · 17 days

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Delicious in Dungeon x EarthBound...

eating enemies.............................

yummy worthless protoplasm

pan fried titanee...

WRONG! SAUTEED RAMBLIN' EVIL MUSHROOM!

#My dad was a pro chef before he retired I know things #earthbound #mother series #mother 1 #mother 2 #mother 3 #earthbound beginnings #Dungeon Meshi #delicious in dungeon #I feel like I mistagged this by adding dunmeshi but whatevs

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mathiwrites · 20 days

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some people participate in ship wars, but after participating in @tamlinweek, me @ all the ship variations:

#WE EATIN GOOD #BRO IM HERE FOR ALL OF IT #wowow we have some amazing writers in the fandom #AND THE ARTISTS A CHEFS KISS CHEFS KISS #i support all of you and i promise when this week is over and i can stop writing i will READ #tamlin #pro tamlin #tamsand #feylin #tamcien #tamris #tamlin x rhysand's sister #I KNOW IM MISSING SOME IM SORRY #i... also wanna join the other character fandoms to show them love but i literally can barely keep up

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dirtytransmasc · 7 months

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Alicent, exhausted, being forced to present her son to Viserys, panic in her eyes, hoping he is good enough for her husband:

#I know this is supposed to be a painting of Mary and toddler Jesus. just proportion wise. but shhh. be creative. imagine he's newborn sized #I've made the comparison before but I *love* this painting cause there's such a highlight on her veil #more so than other images I feel #also her veil or at least the same type of cloth is also wrapped around her baby #the exhaustion in her posture. the ways she's wringing her hands. the worry in her eyes. her modest gown. the green accents. the ways she's #visibly pleading/praying. the way she's still holding her baby despite it all. just. everything about this #also. I think this is the type of veil she would wear around viserys. he hates that she veils around him. he knows what he's done to-#deserve it and hates how guilty it makes him feel. so even after he commands she stops she still wears sheer veils. its better than nothing #even if she'd rather completely bind her hair up and layer scarves around it.#also the gown. I love it. I love it so much. I love double sleeves. something about them is so *chef's kiss* and I think this is what her-#maternity wear would look like #alicent hightower #pro team green #pro alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon

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thestarvingchef · 9 months

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Bannoffee Pie, Wheat Digestive base, filled with a dulche de letche (condensed milk caramel). Slices of ripe bananas topped with a compound whip cream (1:1 cream and sour cream. With just a touch of vanilla) and for the final garnish, crushed toffee with rich dark chocolate and salted pretzels. This is always a hit with guests, family and friends.

Should I post a recipe?

EDIT: RECIPE NOW LIVE

#bannoffee #bannoffee pie #chef #cooking #recipe #dulcedeleche #cheftay #good #dessert #pie #food lovers #cookingcommunity #baking #baking at home #foodblog #formerchef #cooklikeapro #cook like a pro

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trashworldblog · 9 months

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me looking back at my lunch after watching pro chef vs steven

#im very ok at cooking and watching them cook so well was inspiring #steven lim #watcher #pro chef vs steven #watcher entertainment

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nyxreads · 2 years

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So you mean to tell me that after all of these:

ACOMAF ch24

Elain rasped, “Nice to meet you,” before hustling after her, the silk skirts of her cobalt dress whispering over the parquet floor.

A faint smile bloomed upon Azriel’s mouth as he noticed Elain’s fingers white-knuckled on that fork, but he kept silent

But Azriel’s attention was on my sister, a polite, bland smile on his face. Her shoulders loosened a bit.

Elain said to Azriel, perhaps the only two civilized ones here, “Can you truly fly?” He set down his fork, blinking. I might have even called him self-conscious. He said, “Yes. Cassian and I hail from a race of faeries called Illyrians. We’re born hearing the song of the wind.” “That’s very beautiful,” she said. “Is it not—frightening, though? To fly so high?” “It is sometimes,” Azriel said.

Elain, noticing Azriel’s ease as proof that things weren’t indeed about to go badly, offered one of her own as well.

ACOMAF Ch49

And I think Elain—Elain would like it, too. Though she’d probably cling to Azriel, just to have some peace and quiet.” I smiled at the thought—at how handsome they would be together.

Hello, sweet thing. Hello, lady of night, princess of decay. Hello, fanged beast and trembling fawn. Love me, touch me, sing me.

ACOMAF ch57

Cassian and Azriel on either side of the bay of windows where Elain and Nesta stood in their finery,

ACOWAR Ch24

Azriel arrived first, no shadows to be seen, my sister a pale, golden mass in his arms[... ] He set her down gently on the foyer carpet, having carried her in through the front door. Elain peered up at his patient, solemn face.

Azriel smiled faintly. “Would you like me to show you the garden?”

But Elain did not balk from him, did not shy away as she nodded—just once. Azriel, graceful as any courtier, offered her an arm.

I couldn’t tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, “Beautiful.” Color bloomed high on Azriel’s golden-brown cheeks,

Elain sat silently at one of the wrought-iron tables, a cup of tea before her. Azriel was sprawled on the chaise longue across the gray stones, sunning his wings and reading what looked to be a stack of reports,

ACOWAR Ch24

“Why not make them mates?” I mused. “Why Lucien?”

What if”—I jerked my chin toward the window, to my sister and the shadowsinger in the garden—“that is what she needs? Is there no free will? What if Lucien wishes the union but she doesn’t?”

“A mating bond can be rejected,”

ACOWAR Ch30

“Can I set you up in the garden? The herbs you planted are coming in nicely.” “I can help her,” said Azriel, stepping to the table as Elain silently rose. No shadows at his ear, no darkness ringing his fingers as he extended a hand

The two Illyrians paused their inspection of me long enough to note my sisters finishing up breakfast, Nesta in a pale gray gown that brought out the steel in her eyes, Elain in dusty pink. Both males went a bit still.

ACOWAR Ch32

“Elain is fine,” Rhys said. “Azriel was at the town house.

ACOWAR Ch28

“See what he can do. If anyone can sense if something is amiss, it’s a mate.”

ACOWAR Ch32

“She doesn’t need anything,” Azriel answered without so much as looking at Lucien. Elain was staring at the spymaster now—unblinkingly. “We’re the ones who need …” Azriel trailed off. “A seer,” he said, more to himself than us. “The Cauldron made you a seer.”

ACOWAR Ch33

It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not … Perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed.

ACOWAR Ch50

while shadows gathered around Azriel, Elain at his side, wide-eyed at the spymaster’s display.

Then Azriel, gently taking Elain’s hand in his own, as if afraid his scars would hurt her.

ACOWAR Ch 63

But Azriel asked softly, “What about Elain?”

ACOWAR Ch64

Azriel said, as if in answer to some unspoken debate, “I’m getting her back.” Nesta slid her gaze to the shadowsinger. Azriel’s hazel eyes glowed golden in the shadows. Nesta said, “Then you will die.” Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, “I’m getting her back.”

ACOWAR Ch65

Azriel gently removed the gag from her mouth. “Are you hurt?” She shook her head, devouring the sight of him as if not quite believing it. “You came for me.” The shadowsinger only inclined his head.

Azriel still cradling Elain to his chest. He dripped blood behind him the entire time

Yet Elain didn’t seem to notice them as she rose up on her toes and kissed the shadowsinger’s cheek.

ACOWAR Ch69

Azriel, still limping, merely nudged aside Cassian and extended another option. “This is Truth-Teller,” he told her softly. “I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.”

He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. “It will serve you well.”

Never, Rhys said from where he finished buckling on his own weapons against the side of the wagon. I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife.

Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade.

I saw the painting in my mind: the lovely fawn, blooming spring vibrant behind her. Standing before Death, shadows and terrors lurking over his shoulder. Light and dark, the space between their bodies a blend of the two. The only bridge of connection … that knife.

ACOWAR Ch80

“What now?” Elain mused, at last answering my question from moments ago as her attention drifted to the windows facing the sunny street. That smile grew, bright enough that it lit up even Azriel’s shadows across the room.

ACOFAS Ch7

To know when and if Lucien sought her out. What they did together. “You sure about that?” I asked quietly. Azriel’s Siphons guttered, the stones turning as dark and foreboding as the deepest sea. “Where did Lucien go.”

Nothing. Absolutely nothing on that face, on his scent. The shadows, whatever the hell they were, hid too well. Too much. Azriel only said coldly, “If Lucien kills Graysen, then good riddance.”

ACOFAS Ch12

“Don’t,” Elain said flatly, starting once more into a walk, veils of steam drifting past her shoulders from the roasted rosemary potatoes in her hands, as if they were Azriel’s shadows.

Azriel emerged from the sitting room, a glass of wine in hand and wings tucked back to reveal his fine, yet simple black jacket and pants. I felt, more than saw, my sister go still as he approached. // in time to see Elain say to Azriel, “Hello.” Az said nothing. No, he just moved toward her.

But Azriel only took Elain’s heavy dish of potatoes from her hands, his voice soft as night as he said, “Sit. I’ll take care of it.”

Azriel didn’t let go. “Wait until everyone is seated before eating.” // Elain swept in, apron gone and hair rebraided.

ACOFAS Ch16

Azriel strode to the lone window at the end of the room and peered into the garden below. [...]“No,” Azriel said, not turning from the window. [...] Azriel remained at the window [...] Azriel said, turning from the garden window at last.

ACOFAS Ch 19

I found Elain studying it, beautiful in her amethyst-colored gown. I made to move toward her, but someone beat me to it. The shadowsinger was clad in a black jacket and pants similar to Rhysand’s—the fabric immaculately tailored and built to fit his wings. He still wore his Siphons atop either hand, and shadows trailed his footsteps, curling like swirled embers, but there was little sign of the warrior otherwise. Especially as he gently said to my sister, “Happy Solstice.”

ACOFAS Ch20

“I had Madja make it for me,” Elain explained. Azriel’s brows narrowed at the mention of the family’s preferred healer. “It’s a powder to mix in with any drink.” Silence. Elain bit her lip and then smiled sheepishly. “It’s for the headaches everyone always gives you. Since you rub your temples so often.”

Then Azriel tipped his head back and laughed. I’d never heard such a sound, deep and joyous. [...] Azriel mastered himself enough to say, “Thank you.” I’d never seen his hazel eyes so bright, the hues of green amid the brown and gray like veins of emerald. “This will be invaluable.”

ACOFAS Ch22

It was three by the time the others went to bed [...] Azriel and Elain remained in the sitting room, my sister showing him the plans she’d sketched to expand the garden in the back of the town house

ACOSF Ch19

Azriel stilled. “What happened to Elain?” Cassian waved a hand. “A fight with Nesta. Don’t bring it up,” he warned when Azriel’s eyes darkened

ACOSF Ch21

Feyre smiled. “Elain was the only one who guessed. She caught me vomiting two mornings in a row.” She nodded toward Azriel. “I think she’s got you beat for secret-keeping.”

Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain’s face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.

ACOSF, Ch22

Azriel stiffened. “I know. I helped rescue Elain, after all.” Az hadn’t so much as hesitated before going into the heart of Hybern’s war-camp.

He was still happy to be Mor’s buffer with Azriel, but there’d been a change lately. In both of them. Mor no longer sat beside Cassian, draped herself over him, and Azriel … those longing glances toward her had become few and far between. As if he’d given up. After five hundred years, he’d somehow given up.//

Nesta saw the blow land, like a physical impact, in Elain’s face, her posture. No one spoke, though shadows gathered in the corners of the room, like snakes preparing to strike.

ACOSF Ch29

Azriel stiffened, an outright sign of temper from him as he said quietly, “There is an innate darkness to the Dread Trove that Elain should not be exposed to.”

ACOSF ch31

Feyre said, “We won’t allow any harm to come to Elain. Rhys warded her this morning, and we have eyes on her at all times.” “Eyes can be blinded,” Nesta said. “Not the ones under my command,” Azriel said with soft menace.

ACOSF Ch44

"Like you two,” she said, nodding to Cassian, and then, a bit more shyly, to Azriel. Azriel offered her a small smile that Elain quickly looked away from. Cassian tucked away his puzzlement.

ACOSF Ch57

Feyre and Rhys took their thrones, and Nesta and Elain came to stand at the foot of the dais, between him (Cassian) and Azriel.

ACOSF Ch58

She scanned Elain from head to toe, wondering if she’d been taking lessons in stealth either from Azriel or the two half-wraiths she called friends.

Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if he’d heard Elain’s sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it. [...]Then his gaze shifted to Elain, and though it was utterly neutral, something charged went through it. Between them. Elain’s breath caught slightly,

“My shadows don’t like the flames so much.” A pretty lie. She’d seen Azriel before the fire plenty. But she looked at who sat close to it and knew the answer.

Shadows darkened his eyes, full of enough pain that she couldn’t stop herself from touching his shoulder. Letting him see that she understood why he stood in the doorway, why he wouldn’t go near the fire. His secret to tell, never hers.

Plus the Bonus Chapter:

He didn’t need his shadows to read her tone, the slight tightening of her face.

She hadn’t bought her mate a present. But she’d gotten Azriel one last year—a headache powder he kept on his nightstand at the House of Wind. Not to use, but just to look at. Which he’d done every night he’d sleep there. Or attempted to sleep there.

Because her mate had been in the family room and Azriel had needed to stay by the door the whole time because he couldn’t stand the sight of it, the scent of their mating bond, and needed to have the option of leaving if it became too much.

Elain’s large brown eyes flickered, well aware of all that. Just as he knew she was well aware of why Azriel so rarely came to family dinners these days.

Elain sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound. They’d always prone to vanish when she was around.

A thing of secret, lovely beauty.

Azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she said softly, “Put it on me?”

He knew it was wrong, but there he was, sliding the necklace around her. Letting his scarred fingers touch her immaculate skin. Letting them brush the side of her throat, savoring the velvet-soft texture. Elain shivered, and he took a damn long time fastening the clasp.

Until his palm lay flat against her neck. It had never gone this far. They’d exchanged looks, the occasional brush of their fingers, but never this. Never blatant, unrestricted touching. Wrong—it was so wrong. He didn’t care.

What those perfect lips tasted like. Her breasts. Her sex. He needed her coming on his tongue— Azriel’s cock strained behind his pants, aching so fiercely he could hardly think. He prayed she didn’t peer down. Prayed she didn’t understand the shift in his scent.

He had only allowed these thoughts in the dead of the night. Had only allowed his hand to fist his cock and think about her then, when even his shadows had gone to sleep. How that beautiful face might appear as he entered her, what sounds she’d make.

Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He’d beg on his knees for a chance to taste it. But Azriel just stroked her neck again.

She looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars.

Offer and permission. He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers.

“What if the Cauldron was wrong?” // . “The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it’s possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another.” He had never before dared speak the words aloud.

Azriel scowled. “I think Lucien will never be good enough for her, and she has no interest in him, anyway.”

"You can’t order me to do that.”

“I’ll defeat him with little effort.” Pure arrogance laced every word, but it was true.

After all of this people still believes these are not enough for Elain and Azriel to be "pretty obvious" endgame? That these are not enough build up? These aren't romantic? This is not the author setting a slow-burn romance? These aren't endgame material? Lol this is how authors build up romance you guys. This is the author setting them up for their book.

#elriel moments are pure chef's kiss #elriel #pro elriel #acotar #elain archeron #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azlain #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #pro elain

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keepscrollinghun · 8 months

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#whats up with this family and their choice of food #making food for loulou make me feel like a pro chef #this my proud #nancy drew games #curse of blackmoor manor #clue crew #her interactive #jane penvellyn #linda penvellyn

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ink--theory · 8 months

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some little highlights of mine for this latest splatfest :]

funny little bonus:

#I actually had a bit of fun this splatfest tho I did dc a bit more than usual U_U #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatfest #team frye #shiver vs frye vs big man #dude we're essentially like a hive mind this splatfest #the amount of matching banners and shit? the synergy in pro *chef's kiss*#I would've played more to mayyybe get to +10 but I have to go and do some errands and won't be back til late :[#but gl to any fellow fryers still playing! o/

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lenreli · 7 months

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Day 30 - Bakery

[AO3]

“This is where you work now?” A deep, familiar voice says and Hob resists the urge to jump and swear, feeling Dream’s presence nearby as he focuses that the mixing bowls and utensils are clean and in their place for the day shift of the bakery. Even in space, and the fact that capitalism is no longer a thing, and yet things like bakeries persist to bring people fresh bread and desserts is comforting. Sighing, he turns around to see Dream, standing in place as blue eyes flick around.

“Yep,” he smiles, which melts into a frown as Dream looks him up and down, the plain black shirt and pants and apron, the steel-toed boots looked at critically. Dream has a particular expression on his face. “What?”

Dream tilts his head, stepping closer as Hob leans against the stainless steel countertop. “Aren’t you meant to be covered in flour or batter?”

Hob groans, scratching his forehead. “Actually, me being so clean after a full shift of kneading bread and making cakes means I’m at least decent at this job,” he huffs. “My teacher’s when I went to get into this industry drilled it into my head,” he pouts, crossing his arms. Sure, the messy baker with flour on their face and clothes is cute in fiction, but not true to real life, especially in a professional capacity. Home-style, maybe.

Dream frowns and gives him a once-over again, eyes like a brand. “You have flour on your shoes.”

“I always end up with something on my shoes,” Hob sighs and rolls his eyes, stepping forward so he can put his arms around Dream’s waist, “nothing a splash of water won’t fix.”

“And how much longer do you plan to live on this station?” Dream asks, looking around the bakery critically, a small window showing Mars outside, as well as the Milky Way.

“Until they make an all-black space station for my partner, of course,” he drawls, grinning as Dream glares at him, lips pinched. “Are you here to take me home?” He asks, looking around the bakery as he makes sure that everything is in place, and he mopped and cleaned the place nicely for the next shift.

Dream hmphs, hands coming up to frame his face as Dream pulls him into a kiss, eyes melting from a blue to black and stars, a stroke of the Milky Way being shown as Dream pulls away ― and pushes him down onto his bed. Hob hadn’t even noticed, mind only focusing on Dream’s lips and tongue as they kissed. “Surely you will not object to your clothes getting dirty now,” Dream purrs, slithering into his lap.

“That’s what the laundry is for,” he croaks, his hands going up and under Dream’s shirt, scraping pale skin as they kiss more, deep and indulgent as Dream grabs onto his jaw, black nails digging into his beard. The spark of arousal is there, slow and soft as they kiss ― and then Dream grounds down onto him, making him wheeze into Dream’s mouth as his cock gets rapidly interested in the proceedings. “Dream,” he whines as Dream pushes him flat onto the bed.

Above him, Dream smirks, one hand taking off Hob’s shirt while the other unbuttons his pants, cupping his dick roughly, and Hob shivers as a finger presses against his balls, stroking them. “It will be a delight,” Dream whispers, voice hooking deep inside his guts, cock twitching as Dream bites at his collarbone. Hob whimpers, clutching at Dream’s hair desperately as Dream nips down his chest, tongue swirling around his nipples, then down― “to mess up such a man, so good at his job.”

Hob shivers, gasping and closing as a pink mouth reaches his cock, eyes full of the Milky Way staring up at him as Dream swallows him. Hob can only pant and moan Dream’s name as Dream sucks him to a maddening orgasm.

#dc #the sandman #dreamling #dreamling fanfic #dreamling smeptember #smeptember 2023 #dream x hob #hob x dream #hob x morpheus #writing #not sfw #in this essay i will say in my capacity of what pro baking knowledge i have as to why the 'messy baker' makes me angry-#also. everytime after baking class. always flour or smth on my shoes smh #then had to clean them for the next time bc they always wanted us to Look Presentable with ironed chef outfit and clean shoes #so anyway #bakery but in space also bc i wanted scifi

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