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i feel like the most unrealistic thing about diary of a wimpy kid is how nobody had a fat crush on rodrick.

#for real

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Darling, I would read that religiously!!!! Go ahead of you want! 🫶🏼

New to Tumblr but I have a concept for a Rodrick Heffley fanfic

90s au! With a Riot grrrl x Rodrick?!? I really wanna write it but I'm scared no one would read it. What do y'all think?!?

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#Me core

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I want a boy laying on top of me sucking on my tits while I pet his hair and remind him what a good boy he is

#for real

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Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.

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It's official, I am a slut for this man... Loved the fic and how it managed to steal away my last piece of dignity

Peace Treaty

➸ synopsis: offered as a treaty to Prince Regent Aemond to ensure the peace over the realm, you are bound to consummate your marriage in the eyes of the Small Council and your family.

➸ word count: 3.3k

➸ warnings: 18+ mdni! Dark!Aemond, DUB-CON at some point, they like each other though, Strong niece!Reader, targcest, incest, smut, p in v, reader has long brunette hair, mean aemond, creampie & breeding, humiliation, dacryphilia, oral (F! Receiving), hair pulling, degradation, public bedding ceremony (there are witnesses), doggy style, possessive & obsessive Aemond, virginity loss. English isn’t my first language.

➸ an: welcome to my republishing era! Starting with my favorite fic ever, you’ll see a few new sentences that I adored and had to just add it to show Aemond’s intense desire for his niece more, but all in all, the good old peace treaty is yours once more! Enjoy, and reblog and tell me your opinions! Your support is most appreciated<3

“I am so sorry, sweet girl.” Your mother says, holding you close as you both look into the mirror.

“Whatever for, Mother?”

You rest your hands on hers, watching her holding her tears back. You have been used to this sight; having the Queen of the realm crying in your presence. It’s been a long journey for all of you, and now, having The Greens agree to this treaty should have been a joyous day.

But it is not when you have to part from your family.

“For sending you into the arms of those snakes,” she hisses, putting her chin on your shoulder, and smiling sadly at the beautiful wedding gown that you are wearing. 

She remembers quite well how the young you have always dreamed about your wedding day; a fluffy dress with a golden crown and ten handmaidens walking behind you as your father (Ser Laenor) walked you down to the Sept. How she wished it could have been that way — to let you marry for love, explore the world and find the right person for you, and not having to trade you like a piece of clothing for the good of the realm.

“I like him a bit, you know,” you start, twirling the ring on your finger, “we were each other’s only friends. We share fond memories together,”

“I know, sweet girl. But he-he—“

“Don’t say it. Never say it,” you hiss at her, looking at her reflection. 

She looks broken; losing one of her sons and handing her only daughter in a silver plate to the slayer of him. It makes the strongest person crumble, and you are more than grateful to have your mother alive and breathing next to you. You have come so far, there is no way you would doubt your mother’s actions — it is for the best.

“He will be gentle,” you try to reassure your mother, but it comes out more like a plea and wish to yourself.

“He doesn’t deserve you, even if he is gentle with you,”

“In your eyes, no one deserves me, Mother,” you tease her, matching her sorrowful grin as you stare at each other.

She has already unpinned your hair, letting the last few remain in case your husband wishes to take them off himself. You have been given a long but very see-through nightgown that leaves little to the imagination — another shameless request from Alicent.

The first would be the public ceremony; given your mother’s reputation, it would only be wise requesing it. After all, you’re a gem being tossed into her favorite son’s hands. Only the best for Aemond Targaryen.

“I wish it did not come to this,” she whispers, sucking in a sharp breath when she hears the door being pushed open.

“Princess,” Alicent acknowledges, nodding her head at the two of you, smiling softly at you when she sees you in your nightgown and the necklace Aemond has given you two days prior — a dragon-shaped Valyrian steel with a sapphire eye as if he wanted to mark his territory.

“When will this thing start?” Your mother asks, standing in front of you protectively.

“In a few minutes, Rhaenyra. I came here to have a moment with my sweet good-daughter,” She looks at you, his lips formed into a forced smile.

“It’s not granted. Whatever you wish to discuss should be done in my presence,” your mother declares and grabs hold of your hand.

“I was merely going to praise her beauty and how fortunate Aemond is to have such a lovely bride,” Alicent clears her throat, hands itching from how harshly she has been biting the skin around her nails, “He has been asking for your hand since you have come off age, princess,”

“That is very sweet of him,” you reply, squeezing your mother’s hand while you smile at the Dowager Queen.

“If I were to notified of how horrible he treats my daughter—“

“Mother, please,” you cut her off, giving her a pleading look to stop, “Aemond is not a bad person,”

“A bad person? He is a kinslayer, he has murdered your brother in cold blood! How soon you forget—“

“I have not! How can I when everywhere I go people whisper about Luke behind my back?! All I wish to tell you is that do not make me more miserable than I already am.” You raise your voice slightly, stepping away from Rhaenyra to catch a glimpse of your reflection for the last time — you look dull, even if your handmaiden has applied some color to your lips to bring some life to your face.

“He is nothing like your father, Nyra.” Alicent utters, gazing into her hands, “he shall be a good husband and a much better father.”

“I can not do anything to prevent that, can I?” Rhaenyra scoffs, rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands.

A soft knock on the door alerts you, and you know very well what it means — showtime.

“Your graces, it is time to join the small council in Prince Aemond’s chambers.” A maid announces, bowing her head before she turns and steps beside the door to let the Queens leave.

Your mother approaches you one last time, pecking the side of your head before she is forced to leave you with watery eyes. You send them a forced smile, clutching the fabric of your nightgown as you wait for the maid to tell you everyone is present to lead you to his room.

She is patient with how you walk, trailing behind you as she checks your clothes one last time, nodding sympathetically before she disappears down the hallway.

You push the door open, glancing at the setting of his room for the night — all the council is seated; Otto Hightower, Grand Maester Orwyle, Jason Lannister, Jasper Wylde and when you look better, you see your mother and Daemon at the front row with Jace next to him. Alicent is sitting at the last row, not wishing to watch such a sin close by even if it was her own idea to request a public bedding.

Aemond stands tall and proud with a cold look on his face while he scans the audience with his good eye, turning his attention to you when you close the door behind you, walking past the sheer curtains your mother begged to put there to give you a sort of privacy.

“Ābrazȳrys,” wife. 

He fights back a satisfied grin as soon as his eye falls on your body, licking his lip at the sight in front of him; you are beautiful, bastard or not, he has always found you a pretty girl. And now as you approach him with those big doe eyes and an aura of purity around you, he knows he is doomed before he starts.

After all, it had taken years to convince his sister to give in to his whim and take you as his bride — as always, the fear he awakens in others gives him the upper hand.

“Valzȳrys,” husband.

You step toward him, trying to ignore the various eyes on your body as you stand in front of your husband. He is still in his earlier clothing, his dark green doublet hugging his toned figure beautifully. He is truly the image of a charming prince, even if he has lost an eye.

He reaches forward, running the back of his hand on your cheek as he gazes at you, noticing the subtle blush on your cheeks and neck. You put your shaky hands on his chest, standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss on his scarred cheek.

His demeanor changes completely the moment he pulls out your last hair pins, letting the long curls of your brunette hair fall around your shoulders, grabbing you by the hair and smashing his lips to yours, tasting the sweet flavor of the wine you had earlier in the feast. He is rough, demanding, and impatient — he has waited too long for this. Every second is a treasure he has been haunting for years. He has it now and will have it until his remaining days, and he has no intention of letting it go to waste.

You can’t keep up with his pace as he devours your lips — sucking, biting, and nibbling all along — and grabs a hold of your waist in his large hands. He turns the two of you around, guiding you back to the bed. He chuckles lowly into your mouth when you tremble to kiss him back. 

He breaks the kiss, nuzzling his face into your neck as he bites down on your neck harshly, pulling a sudden whimper out of you.

“Kepus,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “Wha-what should I do?”

“Do not talk unless you are screaming my name,” he grumbles in your ear, “your voice is mine to hear. You are fucking mine now. My property, my queen. I will protect you, unlike how your mother sold you away as soon as I threatened her darling Jacaerys,”

You gasp when he pushes you on the bed, kneeling on the floor before he grabs your thighs and pulls you to the edge. He hikes your dress up to your hips, revealing your white lacy underwear to his hungry eye.

You don’t have enough time to ponder over what he said, to think if it were any truth to his words, because he is already sick in the head from how crazy he is for you. He rips your underwear off your body, prepping your inner thighs with kisses and bites, humming at the feel of your pillowy thighs around his neck.

His lips are sealed to your flesh, drawing whispers of pleasure on the canvas of your body, leaving the memories of his lips’ sinful movements carved on you.

Your head snaps towards the sound of someone cleaning their throat, but Aemond is faster than you and catches Jace looking horrifyingly at you.

“Do I need to murder another Strong to get you to shut the fuck up?” Murmurs of apologies and an angry scoff from Daemon is enough for your husband to bring his attention back to the task at hand. 

You suck in a sharp breath, holding his gaze as he presses a kiss to your clit, smirking slightly at how putty you are in his hold and how drenched you are just for him. If he wasn’t a man of integrity, he would have spent himself in his pants in a second.

You are everything he has ever dreamt of; warm, wet, sweet, and simply irresistible, and now, you are his. He sucks on the bundle of nerves, giving you a new sense of pleasure that you have never experienced before. He licks a stripe, drawing different patterns on your folds and clit before he pushes his tongue inside your heat, groaning like a madman.

You, on the other hand, have a hard time keeping your voice down, biting your hand to prevent the sounds you make when he is fucking his tongue inside you. As if on cue, he pushes a finger inside you, catching you off guard — it wasn’t appropriate for a princess to indulge in such deprivation, and your mother has asked your Septa to only tell you about the consummation and not the pleasure that could the act bring upon women.

How ironic of her to keep the desire she so indulged in her youth hidden from her own daughter.

You arch your back as he pushes yet another digit inside you, scissoring you open quickly to let your untouched walls get accustomed to the stretch. His resistance is running thin, and he can not wait to get to feel your warm cunt around his cock. His thin lips do their magic between your legs, tightening the knot that has been forming ever since he kissed you, bringing you something you have never felt before.

He smirks to himself, hearing your muffled whines and moans in pleasure. How obedient his princess is, doing exactly as he demands. You will make a fine queen by his side, carrying his heirs and spares, giving him a daughter just like you with Strong features. He would enjoy watching you nursing his children, swollen and barely able to walk with how gracefully your body has taken his seed — full and ripe with the fruits of his obsession.

Oh, how he loves you.

You fist the bedsheets, moaning his name loudly as the knot finally breaks, a rush of blinding bliss fills your nerves and all your mind can think about is him. Your body spasms, legs closing around his neck, not caring if he can breathe or not and it doesn’t seem as if he cares either. He would die a happy man if he was suffocated within your thighs.

He laps up your release greedily, letting out another hum as he drinks you up, his eye finding your blissful face as you try to push him away while he keeps assaulting your swollen clit. But those fools of the council are waiting for the main course — and how can he not just show your sweet bastard of a brother how beautifully you can take his cock?

You lay on the bed, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You can’t bring yourself to ask him anything, your brain is mushed and exploded by the high you experienced. Suddenly, it sinks inside you that now you have to endure the real bedding that has been discussed for months.

Aemond stands up, staring down at you with a certain smugness that only feeds his ego. He has made you come, your first orgasm, and fuck, your face will be carved in his head for years — so innocent and wholesome, and all because of him.

He unlaces his breeches, chuckling at your wide eyes as you watch him stroke himself to full hardness. He knows you have nothing to compare him to, but you know it will be painful just by glancing at his manhood.

“On all fours, Nādrēsy,” bastard.

He can care less about how humiliating it is for you, you are his to play with, and if he wants you on your hands and knees, you will do as he asks. You shudder under his cold gaze, slowly turning around to get on all fours when he stops you by a hand on your hip.

“Face the audience, love. These old cunts can use a good memory to jack off to later,” He says, roughly turning you around so you are face to face with none other than your mother. You look away immediately, feeling your tears streaming down your cheeks as Aemond kneels behind you, lining up the fat tip of his cock with your soaked entrance.

The whimper you let out is nothing but music to his ears when he sheathes himself inside you slowly, allowing you to feel every ridge and throb of his cock, and for him to enjoy the unbelievable feeling of your walls enveloping him like a glove.

“Fuck, so tight,’ he groans, nails digging into your hips, keeping your body up as he bottoms out finally, humming and sighing in pleasure, “nothing feels better than a freshly opened cunt.”

You press your face into the mattress, the burn of shame is eating you alive, but you don’t have enough time to duel on it when Aemond starts moving in and out of you, picking up his pace to fuck you faster, harder and much rougher than he did with his fingers.

The stretch is painful, and you have never felt this full — you can feel him prodding your maidenhead, fucking the last remains of dignity out of you as he takes you roughly while you are on display to your family’s eyes.

He is high on your cunt. There is truly nothing compared to how glorious it feels to fuck the woman you have been pinning and yearning for. He loves that he can be mean to you, drilling his cock into your tight cunt with abandon as if he loathes you, and yet, he doesn’t think he has ever been this in love. He would have to confront you about that later, about this damning spell of love you have put him under.

He sees Rhaenyra closing her eyes, clutching Daemon’s hand to cope with the scene in front of her, and Aemond knows he can not miss his chance to show his authority over his half-sister and her bastards — one of them being his now.

He grabs you by the hair, pulling at the roots of your hair while he hammers his cock into you, hitting a spot that makes you dizzy and screaming in pleasure and pain. He smirks cruelly, leaning down slightly to bite on your skin.

“Look at your mother, sweet girl,” he whispers, kissing your tears away as he thrusts inside you harshly, “see how easily you have been thrown away? It is me who will take care of you, protect you even from your mother.”

“K-Kepus!” “That’s it, my sweet Strong bastard, prettiest slut,” he barks out a laugh when he sees Rhaenyra’s furious eyes, looking at you, watching how her brother gives you a pleasure only a man can dream of giving to his lady wife, “once I kill Aegon, I will be crowned king, and you, my queen. Your mother will be stripped of her titles, and our child will sit on the throne. And that’s–hmm, gods you feel divine–and I’ll show you what a real Targaryen offspring looks like.”

The burn of humiliation of his words only adds to the unending arousal you feel, but it is nothing compared to how he is taking you; him fully clothed, and you are barely covered with the thin nightgown draped over your body. It is useless though, with how your tits bounce back and forth, you can only imagine how filthy and whorish you look.

Just what he wants, just what he needs…

You cry out when he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look into your mother’s eyes as your second peak washes over you, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You clamp down on his girth, causing him to lose control over himself, cutting the last threads of his sanity.

The beast is unleashed, and he straightens up his back and fucks you with nothing but determination. He is close, and you are already lying limp beneath him with your pretty tears and a pout on your lips that he aches to kiss away. He will have plenty of time to do that, but now, all he can focus on is to fill you up and breed you like you deserve. He closes his eye, muffling the growl he is about to let out when he comes, shooting his thick cum inside your womb, keeping his cock deep inside you so as to not waste even a single drop.

When he opens his eye, he sees his half-sister’s shaky hands, giving him enough reassurance that his wish is fulfilled. He wants to laugh, to mock, and make you cry more just to toy with your mother but before anything, you are his wife now.

“Get the fuck out now, or I will behead you at once,” he shouts, pulling himself out of you slowly, watching as his seed dribbles out of your gaping hole. He glares at whoever looks at you, grinning at Rhaenyra when she tries to reach for you but Daemon pulls her out of the room before Aemond loses his temper.

“Oh, my sweet wife,” he says, flipping you on your back, gripping your nightgown in his fist before he rips it to pieces, leaving you bare under him, “the realm be damned, you and I will not leave this chamber until I am sure you are with child.”

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JASON TODD who listens to you go on about something you’re interested about for hours on end, nodding whilst repeating “Yeah, that’s great, love.”

After a few more hours, he cannot take it anymore. His hand finds your chin, slowly guiding your lips against his. After a few moments, his chapped lips remove themselves from yours and your head turns to the side curiously.

He lets out a small hum, as a lazy grin forms on the lips that were previously latched against yours. “Sorry, baby. Just needed you to shut up.”

#okay #but I would die for someone who would be willing to listen to my rants #and then kiss me to shut me up #is that too much to ask??? #riley's reblogs

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i can fix him (he will make me worse and i’ll let him)

#mood #hear me out #As soon as I finish the book and start watching serie I will post fics about them

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Me too! I hope to visit China one day! And dumplings is really so delicious!

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I will surely tell you how the "cooking experiment" ended up once I try it 😋

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i hope we all heal from things we don’t talk about ♡

#I feel this

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I am dancing in the fine line between being/acting like Tom Hansen and wanting to date him 😅 Like wtf... He is so me in some aspects, but also my type of guy at the same time. He freaking loves The Clash, The Smiths and Joy Division, a bookworm and film lover... 🤤 Please let me take good care of him!!!! I know he is walking red flag during most of the movie, but let this girl dream, okay?

After watching it my brother just looked at me with the most serious stare you could imagine and made me pick a side. My answer was something on the lines of "They were not mean to end up like that, but not as couple either. But if I had to choose I would pick Tom as I relate to him more 🤔" Coincidentally, he agreeded more or less, although he claims he is way more like Summer (and he really is)

10/10 movie by the way, I am adding it to my faves 🥰

About to watch 500 days of Summer with my brother since he has been telling me for months that I act a lot like the male lead and he claims I will not be ready to be in an actual relationship until I have seen that film

Wish me luck, at least he has a good movie taste in general 🤞🏼

#riley's rambles #i am tempted to add him to the list #but I am afraid I would be the only one that would read fics for a character from a film that was made ages ago

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Did not expect: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Blurb. Reader is a "gold star" student and a good influence for him, but also a hardcore rock lover. Slightly spicy at the end so +16. Incredibly self-indulgent

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If someone had asked Rodrick what type of girl he was into he would have answered that any groupie nice and enthusiastic about him enough would play the part. After all he was sure that thousands of them would be after him the moment Löded Dipper became a smash. What certainly did not expect was... Well, falling for you instead.

And he did not mean that to sound rude. It's just that you were not in his plans (he barely knew if he had one most of the time, but if he had it you were definitely not in it). He couldn't find the way to put it in better words. You were not his type, wait no... That wasn't the truth actually. You were, but not in the way he had expected.

In one of his meeting with his bandmates they started to talk about their "dream girl". Among other less innocent requirements Rodrick added this two: "Great music taste" and "must copy with my humour". You had both, nevertheless he still believed himself to be out of his mind when he realized he had caught feelings for you.

He had seen you around in High School, it was weird to someone not to know your name. Popular was not the word he would use to describe you. Surely you were not among the people in the top of the social pyramid. Known, that was what you were. Perfect student. Nice most of the time, sarcastic and witty when needed. Most of the teachers relayed on you if they required a tutor for some of their students. That's how you started to properly talk with him.

He did not expect you to find him sitting in the library with his black headphones on. He hadn't planed that you would be his last opportunity to pass literature this year. Yet you were, so he waited for you to come. Same way he wasn't aware that his headphones weren't fully connected to his mp3. He did not expect that the drums' beat coming from there was quiet enough not to anyone else in the library to notice, but you.

"Hawkins is the best drummer ever, just after Roger Taylor of course" He did not expect that you would say that as you left your books by his side of the table.

"What?" A small confused smile appeared in his lips.

"Taylor Hawkins I mean" You shrugged "You have a great taste, I love Foo Fighters too. The Mp3 was unplugged, that's why I heard it. I thought it could be a good icebreaker to start with. Y/n by the way"

He wanted to come up with an intelligent remark, ask more about which groups you like it. Yet he couldn't bring himself to do it, your words had surprised him more than you had expected. A whispered "I am Rodrick" and a nod was all you received as an answer. Books were opened, and you decided to start working.

Surprisingly, in the following weeks Rodrick did not only manage to learn more about the subject he was struggling with, but also about you. A strong bond was created with the time. Gifted CDs with songs he thought you would like. Singing 18 by Harbour in the front passenger seat of his van. Shared glances and jokes. Being one of the few people allowed to his band practices and that he really feel comfortable talking to... Beautiful things and memories that only made you closer. Feelings that neither of you was ready to stay out loud until one day he did.

At his house. You were trying to teach him how to do his eyeliner properly, as he still needed more practice. Eyes glued to each others, your hand resting in his face to keep him in place, your focused expression too cute to resist... So he just did it, kissed you out of the blue like his life depended on it. And instead of pushing him away as he had predicted, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Hands tangled in his messy hair. The eyeliner pen long forgotten, and the make-up scattered around his face, but neither of you cared about it.

Yeah, Rodrick Heffley did not expect to fall for you. He did not foresee that you would be the one he introduced to his parents. He did not anticipate that his first official girlfriend would be called a "good influence" by his mother. Neither would he have guessed that he would end up dating the nerdiest and prettiest girl in High School to his eyes. It was astonishing that he actually smiled when you played with Manny and told him tales. And that he was not so annoyed with Greg when you were the one listening to his multiple complaints about High School. He was not prepared to giggle like he was crazy every time "Walking after you" came on the radio, and he daydream of having you on his arms.

And yet, you had a few surprises left for him to find. Late at night, coming home from a small gig his band had had. The house just for the two of you as the rest of his family was visiting his grandfather. He had to deal with a serious "Use protection" coming from his father so they could finally let you stay with him.

A trail of kisses from his lips and cheeks to his neck, too messy and sweet to ever forget them. Muttered "I love you"s. He was playing with the hem of your shirt until you nodded giving him permission to toss it aside. He certainly did contemplated the idea of finding a lacy pinky bra below the leather jacket you had borrowed from him. Furthermore, he wasn't prepared to find it so hot and cute at the same time.

"You know what, pretty girl?" He whispered as he started kissing your collarbone "You were unexpected. But what a wonderful surprise you are"

#rodrick x reader #rodrick x y/n

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About to watch 500 days of Summer with my brother since he has been telling me for months that I act a lot like the male lead and he claims I will not be ready to be in an actual relationship until I have seen that film

Wish me luck, at least he has a good movie taste in general 🤞🏼

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Oh, yeah, I don't mind the asking! I'm from a country in Southeast Asia, and I'm indeed Chinese! Thanks for the ask💕💕

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That's kinda cool! China is one of the countries I would like to visit one day if I ever have the chance. And no problem darling, I enjoy talking with you 🫶🏼

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One of my quick meal is toast honestly—— pizza toast, egg toast, toast are quick and tasty, it depends on how you make them tbh, and there's plenty of ways to experiment it 🤤🤤

Another would be... a portion of noodles (no matter what type, whether it's lo mien, glass noodles, udon, ramen, pasta etc.) cook until your desire, mix up with a dash of soy sauce, oyster sauce, white pepper, salt (any kind of sauce you'd like, it's all about experiment) (it depends how you'd like your noodles to taste like, honestly there's no any saying about it) I usually use Lee Kum Kee brand (I think most Asian household use it?) because it's what I'd been growing up with (don't keep on cooking this dish if you'd want to be healthy... 😅😑)

Dumplings—— one of the best for quickie if you'd no time, boil them or pan fried, really the best of the best

Rice and egg (boil, fry, no matter) (mix it up with chilli oil, soy sauce etc.) this is the best too, but you'd need to have a rice cooker and eggs—— and don't open up the rice cooker immediately when it shows COOK! wait for a few more min2if you don't wanna get a sticky rice cooker on the pot surface (you can grill tofu and spam as well, taste good with it too) (if I may, add a little mayo too...)

Steam eggs, best thing ever, softy, fluffy, cloud-like taste, I'd cook it forever

Tang yuan (sweet rice balls with fillings of red bean to peanut and more), when I feel lazy and want something sweet and filling, I'd go to the store and pick up one of these to cook it and serve it simply, or I would throw some brown sugar (红糖) into the water and mix it until my desire sweetness (don't put too much at first!) then throw my tang yuan in to eat with it

Honestly, there's still so much more you can do it! But most importantly, just experience and have fun! Here's two people I follow on Instagram for their recipe (but sometimes I'd find it too bothersome got lazy lol):

- tiffy.cooks (good recipe, but if you want to be pro quickie, needs practice, cos I used to take up 1 hour to cook some of her meals as I'm not pro first)

- simple.home.edit (i didn't experiment much of her recipe as for my current dorm doesn't allow much cooking, but I'd say it's one of those that allow you to experiment more)

Hope it helps! Bye!

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Awwww Anon 🍁, these are amazing! I can't wait to try them! ☺️

I showed them to my brother last night, and he came up with the idea of choosing a day of the week (ours will be Friday) to cook some kind of international meals. This week is my turn and I will definitely start with the dumplings 😌

Thanks for the tips and the recipe blogs, you are the sweetest 🫶🏼🫂

P.S: From the foods you suggested I am guessing that you or your family are Asians (I know that dumplings come from China, but idk if they are eaten in other Asian countries). Sorry if I seem nosey, but can I ask where are you from? Only if you are comfortable ofc 😅

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I already knew I had a praise kink, which I did not know was how much it could actually affect me...

Anyway, amazing like always <3

MINORS DNI 18+

BRUCE WAYNE loves calling you “good girl” in any number of contexts. When you say something smart: he’ll nod at you with a glimmer in his eyes and a handsome curl to his mouth, “Good girl.” he commends, an air of pleasant surprise to it. When you do something he likes: he’ll cup your chin with an affectionate thick and callused finger stroking your jawline, gazing deep into your eyes until you melt when he flashes that famous dimpled grin, “Good girl.” he tells you, because he knows that’s what you were waiting for, and it’s your reward. When you’re fucking yourself on his cock, rocking back as he offers his hips to you, lets you take what you want from him: he’ll swat your ass with that massive hand, and make sure you know you’re his “Good girl.” And when you’ve tired yourself out, physically exhausted, panting out of your mouth because you worked so hard for him and gave him your all when he was ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you: he’ll stroke down your sweaty and matted hair out of your face, and kiss your parted lips while you drift off to sleep, whispering, “My good girl, such a good girl.”

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Riley, r u learning to cook??? If so, can I share with you some of my quickie meals🤗🤗

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Hi 🍁 Anon! How have you been? So glad to see you again! And more or least I would say 😅

Back in High School I used to help my dad and stepmom a lot while cooking, but since I moved to uni me and my brother take turns to see who is making dinner and lunch. As we both study and work part-time most our meals are quite simple (something I am not really proud of, being honest 😐), so I have decided to learn to cook some new things when I have the time

It would be incredible if you could show me your recipes! I need to start innovating when it comes to food, because if I have to eat a salad three times a week after class again I will end up losing my mind 😂

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