#Homemade Rose Syrup

[askwhatsforlunch]

Pretty in Pink

My first two meals in Aotearoa New Zealand were hot chips at Eden Park. They were very good chips, and the ones I ate at lunch had a very local Paua sauce generously laden on them. But still. Thus, the next day, Ava and I dined at S.P.Q.R on Ponsonby Road, where I had one of the best cocktail I ever drank! I needed a good occasion to try and re-create it at home, and Valentine’s Day perfectly suits this Pretty in Pink beauty. It also reminds me of these blissful weeks my girl and I spent in Aotearoa, and makes me look forward to returning to her shores. And, I’m very happy with how it turned out, I must say. As potent, delicately fruity and floral, as it is luscious, its soft, cloud-like foam melting on your tongue... A very sexy cocktail, indeed... 

Ingredients (serves 1):

5 beautiful, fresh raspberries

1 tablespoon Rose and Hibiscus Syrup

1/2 lemon

60 millilitres/2 fluid ounces (4 tablespoons) good quality London Dry Gin

1 large egg white

5 ice cubes

2 small fresh raspberries and sugar hearts, to garnish (optional)

Place raspberries in a shaker, and crush them with a muddler. Add Rose and Hibiscus Syrup, and muddle again until well-mixed. Thoroughly squeeze in the juice of the lemon halve. Add London Dry Gin and egg white.

Close shaker tightly and dry shake (without the ice) for about a minute.

Add ice cubes, close shaker tightly and shake energetically until well-chilled.

Double strain in a coupe glass, and garnish with fresh raspberries and sugar hearts, if desired.

Enjoy Pretty in Pink immediately.

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[gemwel]

Have you ever looked at roses and wondered if they were tasty? (Or maybe you went to a restaurant with something like rose milk tea with rose jelly that you got & liked).

Well, here is a guide to eating roses.

(Please note that people tend to put all kinds of nasty chemicals on roses sold both commercially & that you find growing at a neighbor's house, so please make sure they are unsprayed/untreated/organic before consuming them and always ask permission if they are growing on someone else's land).

First, go early in the morning (as that lovely rose scent will disappear as the day heats up) & pick some just opening flowers. Then wash them to remove dirt and bugs.

These are some common domestic roses (Mr. Lincoln, Queen Elizabeth, etc), but if you are buying roses to eat, supposedly Damascus roses are the best. Next, you will gently remove the petals from the stem (a slight twist & pull is usually sufficient). Now you have to choose preparing fresh (rose jam, rose jelly, rose syrup, rose oil, rose water, etc) or drying them for later.

In this case, I dried them.

As you can see, once I had just over 2 quarts/2 liters, I proceeded to the next step. Grinding them to a fine powder in the blender.

As you can see, grinding the petals dramatically reduces the overall volume. For long term storage of the powder, I sift it (through a sieve) and dry again before storing it in glass jars.

This powder is really nice to have on hand. One spoonful into a cup of hot water or coffee makes a nice drink. Or you can add it to baked goods for rose flavor & color.

In this case, I am going to make waffles. I started with a commercial pancake mix, added ingredients suggested on the box and a good amount (no more than 1/10 the volume of mix/flour) of rose powder. After making the waffles, they looked like this:

I also had some rose syrup using a recipe from a really interesting cookbook about Lebanese pantry staples (which can be made from things that grow well in Mediterranean climates like roses).

The rose syrup was interesting to make as the pigments in the rose petals leach into boiling water, leaving clear, transparent, and slightly chewy petals behind. The book has lots of recipes for fresh rose petals. I water bath canned them for 15 minutes so I can store it long term. It was a two day process to make.

Then I combined the rose waffles with rose syrup to moisten them.

Finally, I used hot water to clean the blender & make my first batch of rose tea. I think the purple color is from my Mr. Lincoln rose.

So there is an entire meal from roses. (If you want a clear tea, use dried whole rose petals & strain them out before drinking).

#rose #homegrown #homemade #waffles #herbal tea #unique flavors #edible rose #rose syrup #urban farming #urban garden los angeles #plantblr

[thetockablog]

Bombay Crush

Bombay Crush IngredientsMilk Jelly250ml water125ml milk1 tbsp china grass powder/agar agar Bombay crush4 cups vanilla ice cream, plus extra for serving1.5 cups milk1-2 tbsp rose syrup, or more if needed1/2 tsp ground cardamomPinch nutmeg1 tsp basil seedsCrushed pistachios, for serving, optional MethodMilk JellyAdd the water, milk, and china grass powder, and whisk into a saucepan. Place on…

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[luckystorein22]

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[belongsintwentyfandoms-blog]

sorry about the horrible picture.

i haven’t baked in /weeks/ and it was killing me so the friday i had off immediately made some homemade lavender syrup and a giant loaf of french bread.

thing about the lavender syrup:

my dad and i are making mead for my birthday in a couple months so my dad got a bag of dried lavender off of the internet not realizing the thing was COMICALLY LARGE. i’m talking we only need 3 table spoons and he got 2 POUNDS. s

so yeah we have to find ways to use it all (´⊙ω⊙`)

as for the bread i misread my / own recipe/ and decided to forgo the “makes 2” suggestion. so it’s fucking huge.

#bread #lavender syrup #lavender rose #does this count as cottagecore? #cottagecore #homemade

[inthevintagekitchen]

A 1960s Starter Recipe: The Baking Life of Ada Lou Roberts of Rose Lane Farm and Her Alaskan Sourdough Pancakes

{Warning: This post contains disturbing information related to a real-life event. If you are sensitive to stories about true crime, you may not want to read beyond the recipe sections.} It could be said that Ada Lou Roberts’ arthritis launched her into the culinary zeitgeist, but that would only be a portion of the story. Also attributing was that one 1950s luncheon where forty-five attendees…

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[kitchenwitchtingss]

50 KITCHEN WITCH TIPS TO MAKE YOU FEEL MORE WITCHY

(And other useful things I've learned over the years)

Hi! This is a list of dos, don'ts, tips, tricks, and other fun things that I've learned over the years. I always love finding more effective and efficient ways of doing things so if you have any cool things you'd like to add, leave them in the comments or reblog. I'd love to read it.

Anyways... On with the list ^_^

Light candles around your kitchen space (just make sure nothing flammable is near you)

Annotate your cookbooks with the correspondence of the ingredients.

Mediating is really good to calm the mind before cooking.

Cut oranges and lemons thinly, dry them, and hang them with twine around your kitchen

Need a cleansing tip? Open all your windows near your kitchen. Let some fresh air in.

Cutting sigils into apples, pie crusts, and carved potatoes.

Save lemon and orange rinds, freeze them, and then use them to clean the garbage disposal.

Make infused oils and honey: Things like garlic honey, lavender honey, herb oil, sun oil, moon oil, dandelion oil, and other different edible oils are very fun and useful to make.

Hid sigils in pages of your cookbooks and kitchen witch journals.

Add some plants! Snake plants and spider plants don't need too much light, and growing your own herbs in your kitchen is awesome too. Basil, lavender, thyme, aloe vera, rosemary, etc. are good fits. You could also add some plants that require more sunlight on the kitchen window sill. Like cacti and succulents.

Bring crystals into your kitchen space such as rose quartz, clear quartz, amethyst, or whatever you want the space's intentions to be.

I keep a small money tree on the sill, along with cacti for luck and protection.

Make a simmer Pot! Mostly because it makes the whole house smell good, easy, and fun.

Stir clockwise for best results!

Learning how to pickle things is actually pretty witchy. Plus, anyone could do it as it requires absolutely no kitchen experience. You could pickle any vegetable, even if you don't like pickles. I originally learned this after having to take shelter from a natural disaster. A person brought a bunch of stuff and taught us how to pickle things with different spices and herbs. Very fun!

Decorate your kitchen with your favorite stuff. Crystals, decor, heat mits, that cool mushroom cake stand you've been eyeing at the World Market for the past 2 weeks, cool looking curtains, sun catchers. Why stop there? Paint the walls, hang shelves full of marked-up cookbooks that are a little too well-loved and thumbed through.

Wanna be the person that has the amazing-smelling house every time people come over? Syrups take some time to simmer down, it's actually a pretty good time to leave it on the stove to simmer. Since syrups have a lot of aromatic ingredients, it acts as a really good-smelling simmer pot.

Hang up herbs to dry with twine from cabinets that are rarely used.

Invest in that new set of plates and cups.

Homemade jams, butter, sauces, and syrups are your best friend.

Crochet or knit your own dish rags, pot holders, etc.

Don't pour extremely hot things into a glass that's not Pyrex, it will break, and you will be very sad about it.

Don't cook anything while extremely upset or emotional (For safety reasons)

Make recipes you want to make, not just because you'll like the effect. Make it because you think it's tasty.

Chinese Five Spice works in place of herbs for protection and luck spells a lot of the time! It's cheaper to buy 1 spice than 4 different spices that total up to 15 dollars when you could just spend 3-4 dollars.

Take a shower before cooking (I don't know how to explain this one other than it makes you feel better)

Don't use microfiber/plastic material clothes on hot burners, it will fuse to the burner and melt. It is VERY hard to get off.

I don't know if I need to put this one but I did see someone do it so nonstick pan = wooden utensils and plastic utensils, metal pan = metal utensils. Do not use a metal spoon in a nonstick pan, please. It can make you very sick.

Keep your pets away from hot oil, open ovens, and hot pans.

You can proof bread dough in the fridge overnight if you don't have the time to bake, or want to eat fresh bread right in the morning.

Need a quick witchy meal for dinner in 12 minutes? Use premade tomato pasta sauce and doctor it up with thyme, rosemary, and garlic, for protection and distilling stagnant energies. Serve with pasta of your liking.

You can substitute Butter for Crisco/shortening, buttermilk for 1 cup of milk + 1 tbsp apple cider vinegar or lemon juice, and heavy cream for 1 cup of half and half plus 2 tbsp of butter.

Use leftover animal bones to make bone broth

Teach yourself the art of bread scoring (It's fun, and you can show it off to your loved ones!)

Collect and hoard your own and others' family recipes.

Sometimes the food doesn't have to be a spell, sometimes it just makes you feel good and you don't know why.

Listen to your favorite music in the kitchen, it makes the monotonous things like chopping veggies move faster.

Invest in a vegetable chopper if you don't like chopping vegetables.

Find a really good hot cocoa recipe and make it once a week. Master it. Just for your own happiness because hot cocoa is really good. You could also be the friend/family member that makes the best hot cocoa ever.

Focaccia Bread Lasts a very long time, and it's very easy to make!

Keep a first aid kit near where the oven is, in case of burns, cuts, or serious injuries where time is everything.

Quick Bread and no-rise loaves are simple for beginners, tasty, and take little time. They also feel very witchy to make.

Study a bit of Herbalism! It's fun and really helps better understand the herbs you're putting into your food.

While something is boiling, put your wooden spoon over the pot to minimize the chance of something boiling over.

Try a bit of coffee magick, it's simple to get into, and gives you a boost of energy to take on the day!

If you're over 21, wine-making is a very interesting way to celebrate the sabbats. Just with that, make sure you KNOW what you're doing. With anything fermented, there's always a risk if you don't store things correctly. Apple wines, strawberry wines, dandelion wines, etc. all very cool to experiment with. If you're not over 21, vinegar is a similar way to experiment.

Hang up some witchy things, sigils, photos, cool magnets, and other things that give you joy on your fridge. (Sometimes if you are lucky they have some fun magnets at five below)

If you live in the US, for some reason, there are a lot of books in the book section dedicated to witchcraft and spirituality. At least where I live. And they are all under 5 dollars!

Teas are the cheapest and easiest things you can practice being a kitchen witch.

#witches #witchy #kitchen witch #witch #magick #witches of tumblr #kitchen witch recipes #modern witch #modern witchcraft #food #witchcraft #witchblr #food blogs #witch aesthetic #witchy vibes #wicca #baby witch #beginner witch

[half-man-half-lime]

The new Stranger Things partial season was a good way to pass the day I took off from work because I was BOUND TO MY HOME AFTER SOMEONE MANAGED TO DRIVE INTO ALL THREE CARS IN MY HOUSEHOLD AT THE SAME DAMN TIME

#living with my parents means driving is a big outlet for any sort of autonomy #can't indulge my bubble tea habit so I broke into the homemade peach rose syrup for special occasions and made some spiked tea #apparently they were on a magazine delivery route when they saw a deer and swerved #it's been speculated that since they're a teen and likely a new driver they panicked and hit the gas instead of the brakes #and that's why they were going so fast and there were no skid marks

[otakusparkle]

Identity V x The Chara Cafe Collaboration

Menu

Food

- Naib's Homemade! Omurice made specially for you

- The notes Frederick plays turn into cheese of this Hamburg Plate!?

- Burke secretly shared with us the Clam Chowder that is sure to please your palate!

- Created by Percy through trial and error : The ultimate “exquisite curry”

- Pancake plater with salad that Philip was particular about the dough

Desserts

- Invitation from Eli♪ Let's eat Caramel cake together~

- Orange parfait found at Melly

- Nostalgic taste that brings back memories of Michiko ~Black honey strawberry anmitsu~

- Have an elegant moment with Marie... A Dessert Set with a contrast of white and red (Sour cherry cake, Tart, Macaron, Strawberry)

- My first Valentine's gift from Norton : Chocolate cafe full love

Beverage

- Emerald pine syrup and muscat

- Chocolate almond cafe au lait

- Assam tea and cookies

- Coffee and chocolate candy

- Houjicha and Youkan (Red Bean agar)

- Caramel and white chocolate latte

- Rose tea and sugar cube

- hot cinnamon chocolate

- Mango black tea

- Cherry cola

Novelty

- For every beverage that you bought, you will get 1 random coaster

- For every food or dessert that you bought, you will get 1 random heart shaped card

For more information :

#idv #identity v #idv x the chara #idv seer #eli clark #idv mercenary #naib subedar #idv fools gold #norton campbell #idv composer #fredrick kreiburg #idv entomologist #melly plinius #idv undead #idv percy #idv wax artist #idv philip #idv mad eyes #burke lapadura #idv bloody queen #idv mary #idv geisha #idv michiko

[paperdoll201]

꧁•⊹٭𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎?٭⊹•꧂

𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒'𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐨. 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

𝟤𝓀+ 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈

The rising sunlight tickled Marie's eyelids, rousing her with the promise of the sweetest fucking day ever. It was Valentine's Day, her first ever in a relationship, and her first ever with Jordan and her heart was beating with excitement. Every detail of her meticulously planned surprise for her partner, buzzed in her mind the entire night before. She was surprised she managed to get any sleep.

Tiptoeing, she quietly left her room making sure to not disturb her sleeping roommate and crept towards Jordan’s dorm room. Inside, bathed in the soft glow of dawn, Jordan slept blissfully unaware (a snore leaving their slightly parted mouth every few seconds) of the chaos about to unfold. Above her sleeping form, Marie placed heart-shaped balloons that bounced around, their red and pink colors each had a inscribed happy valentine’s day on them.  

On their bed, a sprinkle of rose petals had settled. Marie had bought a bunch of fake petals since Jordan was allergic to the real ones. Beside the petals, Marie bought a box of a-bit-to-expensive chocolates but it was well worth it knowing that Jordan would happily fuck them up.

Unable to resist a playful touch with how freaking cute they looked, Marie dipped a finger in the remaining petals and sprinkled a few on Jordan's face. She took a couple of photos, smiling at how adorable they looked with their hair a little tousled, one leg revealed from under their covers, and their mouth open from their snoring. A giggle escaped her lips as she imagined her sleepy confusion, the petals tickling her nose.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby!" she chirped, leaning down to place a soft kiss on their forehead. Marie turned around to grab the breakfast she prepared for them. The smell of maple syrup surrounded the dorm. In her hand, a tower of "homemade" pancakes, (she bought them from ihop. Marie can’t cook), stood tall, adorned with whipped cream, chocolate chips, and a single red strawberry in the center. 

Jordan's sleep-tousled grin was warm, genuine, and a bit fucking confused that made her heart swell. Her eyes lit up as she took in the scene, the balloons, the petals, the hot breakfast being carried by their even hotter girlfriend. "Wow," she mumbled, stretching and taking in the scene. "Shit baby,” they smiled up at her, giving Marie a quick kiss to her lips. “When the fuck did you have time to do this?”  

“You are an incredibly deep sleeper, doing this was easy,” Marie winked, sitting at the end of the bed eagerly holding the pancakes out to her partner. “Come on, eat. These took me time to make.” (a lie)

Jordan chuckled, sleepily rubbing their eyes.  “And they look delicious,” They mumbled, scooting closer. “Feed them to me?” they asked, their hand rubbing Marie's uncovered thigh, their voice a husky whisper.

Marie laughed, playfully batting their hand away.  “No Jordan,” she teased.

A playful pout formed on Jordan's lips. "But babe," they whined, their voice dripping with mock disappointment. "Please? It’ll taste better from you..." their gaze locked onto Marie's as they shifted into their male form, their brown eyes twinkling with mischief. "Just one bite"

“Fine,” Jordan cheered, pumping their fist in the air. "But just the one," she warned, raising an eyebrow.

Taking a small piece of pancake, Marie dipped it in maple syrup and brought it to Jordan's lips. "Open wide," she instructed.

"Yes, ma'am," they replied, leaning in with exaggerated obedience. But just as the pancake neared their lips, they veered slightly, their playful eyes twinkling. With a quick nip, they caught Marie's finger between their teeth, a mischievous grin replacing their eager expression.

Marie's playful swat at Jordan's hand connected with a soft thud, but it couldn't mask the surprised yelp that left her lips. Jordan had eaten the bite of pancake from her fork so fast it was almost fucking magical. He chewed thoughtfully, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

"Ouch?" Marie gasped, pulling her hand back and mock-glaring at him. A playful swat at his arm followed. "Can't tell which tastes better," he declared between chews, his voice thick with syrup and amusement, "you or this damn pancake."

His eyes locked onto hers, twinkling with an early morning spark of desire that made Marie roll her eyes but with a feel of warmth in her chest. "How do you manage to be horny so early in the morning?" she sighed, pushing back the covers and leaning down to reach for her backpack that sat near the bed.

"Just one of my many superpowers, babe," Jordan chuckled, his grin widening as he shovelled another forkful of pancake into his mouth. "You got toys in there?" he added, a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows accompanying the question.

Marie sighed, digging through her backpack for the envelope. Marie knew exactly what "toys" he was referring to – not the childish kind. A mischievous smile curved her lips. "Maybe," she replied, slinging the backpack over her shoulder. "But you'll have to earn them first."

"Earn them?" Jordan questioned, their chewing slowing mid-swallow. The playful glint in Marie's eyes sent a delicious shiver down their spine, even as confusion etched across their face. "What do you mean, 'earn them'?"

Marie, already halfway out of bed, leaned back with a grin, the strap of her tank top slipping provocatively down her shoulder.  “Open this notecard and find out,” she teased, holding up a small piece of paper emblazoned with a single heart.

With a playful wink, she darted towards the door, her pajama shorts rippling with each step. Before Jordan could even register her words, he was out of bed and after her, fuelled by a mix of amusement and something altogether more primal.

"Wait, where are you going?" he called out, his voice breathless as he chased her. "I thought we were gonna have sex?” they groaned disappointed.

He caught up to her just as she reached the doorknob, his hands snaking around her waist and pulling her back into his embrace. A flurry of kisses rained down on her face, each one light and playful, yet laced with an unspoken hunger.

“I have class in an hour and need to change,” she looked down at her attire, wearing pajama shorts and a matching tank. 

"Just skip class and play with me," he whined, his voice muffled against her shoulder. The suggestion was surprising, considering their rigid dedication to both studies and their TA work. 

"Surprised you're the one saying that," she responded, pulling away just enough to plant a quick, sweet kiss on his lips. Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "Besides, Brink would have your ass if you didn’t show up for his classes today.”

A slow smile spread across their face as they shifted into their smaller form. "I’m tryna have your ass today," she whispered, her voice husky and close to her ear.

“Goodbye Jordan.” They couldn’t help the loud goran they let out as they watched the door shut behind Marie.

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The crisp winter air nipped at Jordan's cheeks as they unfolded the next clue. "The place where we first met," they read aloud, a smile already tugging at their lips. Their feet instinctively started moving towards the familiar brick path leading to their TA office. It was there that their eyes had first locked, igniting a spark that neither could ignore. ‘God she looked so hot mad at me,’ they thought to themself fondly.

As they entered the office, their gaze swept across the familiar space. It was quiet (thank fuck), devoid of the usual flurry of students seeking help. But tucked neatly on their desk, amidst the stack of ungraded papers, laid a tiny box wrapped in a red ribbon, promising a hidden treasure within. Beside it, another notecard, its edges teasingly curled.

Jordan picked up the notecard, her smile softening as she recognized Marie's familiar handwriting. "We have the meats!" it scrawled in playful lettering. Beneath it, a $20 gift card to Arby's peeked out coyly.

A burst of laughter escaped Jordan's lips, instantly transporting her back to their first semester. They had just started dating about two weeks ago and they finally convinced Marie to try Arby’s for the first time. The memory played out vividly - 

So you like this… unironically? Marie asked them as she put down her ‘Classic Beef N’ Cheddar” sandwich for good. 

“Damn, was really hoping you’d like it,” Jordan sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. Guess they truly were the only one who liked Arby’s. With a mischievous grin, Jordan reached for her half-eaten sandwich. "Welp! More for me then," they declared, their voice laced with teasing affection.

“The fries are good though,” Marie smiled, taking a handful of fries and happily munching on them.

Marie swatted playfully at their hand, but they were too quick. With a triumphant laugh, they snatched the sandwich, leaving her only with the crumpled wrapper.

The memory sparked a warmth in Jordan's chest as they opened the next notecard. “Our campus's shittiest coffee.”

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They found their way to Jitterbean God U’s shittiest coffee, where their coffee-fueled study sessions would turn  into late-night laughter. Another, tucked beside Marie's dorm like a whisper, simply read "Our first kiss ❤️," 

The final note, tucked inside Jordan's favorite jacket, caused a surprised bark of laughter. "Come find me where a bronze man holds an empty void in his pelvis," it read, Marie adding a playfully suggestive wink (they were surprised that the statue  somehow never got fixed).

Following the clue, Jordan's heart skipped a beat when they came upon Polarity's statue. Sprawled on a picnic blanket in the middle of the field, looking absolutely stunning in the afternoon sunlight, was Marie in a simple but beautiful yellow sundress. Beside her, a gift-wrapped picnic basket sat enticingly.

"Damn, baby," Jordan breathed, their eyes widening at the sight. A fucking feast for the senses awaited – picnic delicacies arranged following the heart theme of the day, even heart shaped sandwiches? Jordan was just shocked, trying to scratch their brain on how Marie pulled this off. Even a spread of gifts that hinted at weeks of meticulous planning. "How’d you manage all this?"

Marie's lips curved into a mischievous wink, the fatigue from late nights and juggling odd jobs momentarily forgotten. "Not important," she whispered, her voice laced with the sweetness of her secret efforts. "Just happy to see you surprised."

Jordan grinned, the playful glint in their eyes mirrored in Marie's. Before she could answer, they swept her off her feet in a playful embrace, showering her face with kisses happily. “I fucking love you,” they groaned. Marie squealed with laughter, the sound carrying across the quiet campus green, as she happily returned the affection.

Words tumbled forth, confessions laced with laughter and wide smiles. Every touch resonated with unspoken emotions, a language that transcended the need for words. "I love you. Love you so fucking much," they murmured, voice husky with a depth that sent shivers dancing down her spine.

The afternoon sun dappled the picnic blanket, casting playful shadows that echoed the nervous tremor in Marie's voice. "I love you," she admitted, her heart overflowing with an excited warmth. "And I know this won't be as nice as the date you have planned this Saturday, but-"

Before she could finish, Jordan's fingers danced across her lips, silencing the self-doubt with a gentle yet firm touch. "Stop," they whispered, her gaze filled with an intensity that stole her breath. "Don't say that. This?" they gestured to the lovingly arranged picnic, each bite-sized treat presented on a heart-shaped plate. "And this?" she picked up the playful handwritten notes they'd followed throughout the day. They placed a hand over Marie’s heart, feeling its rhythmic flutter beneath their palm. "This is the nicest," she murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead, their touch sending shivers down Marie’s spine. "Sweetest," they added, brushing a kiss to her cheek, their voice tinged with an emotion so raw it left her speechless.

"Most incredible fucking thing anyone has ever, ever done for me," they declared, their voice heavy with the weight of her feelings. "And I love you so… so fucking much for it," she whispered against her lips, their voice filled with a reverence that made Marie melt into them. "Okay?" she pulled back, her eyes searching hers for any lingering doubt. "I love you, Marie Moreau. Now kiss me, baby."

Marie's eyes welled up with tears, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of their affection. She nodded, her heart overflowing with gratitude and love. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

She leaned in, wrapping a hand behind their neck, pulling their lips to hers. Their kiss was electric, a surge of passion that enveloped them both. Marie's mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions as their lips pressed more urgently against each other.

As they finally parted, breathless and flushed, Marie found herself lost in their gaze once again. A tender smile played on their lips, echoing the love and adoration that radiated from their very being.

“Can we fuck now? Been hard for you all fucking day.”

Marie groaned.

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just a short cute vday fic.

writing a part two to this so fucking fast right now. giving myself three hours to finish it fast. it will be about the date on saturday

should I make it smutty lmk cause the energy I got rn is so fucking unmatched

#gen v #limoreau #marie moreau #jordan li #jordan li x marie moreau #mariejordan #marie moreau x jordan li #limoreau fic #limoreau oneshot #jordan x marie

[harringrove-cafe]

Lord Billy's Winter Wonderland

Disclaimer: These were all Lord Billy's suggestions. We were not going to disagree with him. (Don't worry, I made sure he didn't go overboard! - Harrington)

This menu is a collaborative effort with the talented artist, @adelacreations. They planned this menu and will be providing other lovely surprises from their Resident Evil Harringrove AU for you throughout the month, so please look forward to it!

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Desserts

The Lord's Favourite (Gogosi)

A Romanian sweet pastry similar to filled doughnuts! Fried in oil and lightly dusted with icing sugar! They have a fluffy airy consistency and are often filled! Pick a filling between chocolate, apricot jam, strawberry jam, cream cheese, or feta cheese! Best enjoyed warm!

Sickle Cookies 

Traditional gingerbread cookies in the shape of the sickles, Lord Billy's children carry! Frosted with royal icing and what is hopefully cherry syrup and not...blood...

Wolf Claws 

A different take on a bear claw pastry! Shaped into Lycan claws, inspired by Lord Billy's beloved son Lucas! Maple and cinnamon flavoured and hopefully...they don't claw your face off!

The Lord's Cupcake

Extra large cupcake fit for someone of Lord Billy's size! A moist, rich dark chocolate cake base topped with a champagne buttercream frosting. Decorated with sugar pearls and delicate sugar flowers, dusted black for the four black roses pinned at Lord Billy's chest.

Moulded Cookie 

A dark chocolate cookie base with white chocolate chips. Perfect treat for the moulded in your life.

Especially if they single handedly defeated a power hungry cult leader, isn't that right, Dearest? 

- Lord Billy

Drinks

Mulled Sanguis Virginis

Made with one of Lord Billy's most prized and sophisticated wine vintage! Spiced with cinnamon, cloves and citrus. It has an intense flavour and quite a thick bouquet. Lord Billy wouldn't say what the vintage is made of, only that it literally translates to "Maiden's Blood"....

Mocha Mint Cocktail 

Chocolate liquer-spiked coffee. Topped with fresh mint leaves or crushed candy canes with a dash of homemade whipped cream.

Orange Brandy Hot Chocolate 

(Daddy's Favourite)

Harrington's favourite holiday drink! It uses a brand of his favourite brandy to add to the cocoa. Add orange juice and top with orange zest! Served with a stick of cinnamon.

Mulled Apple Cider 

A classic holiday treat! (And the only one that Dustin is allowed to have). Spiced with ginger, nutmeg and cloves.

Eggnog 

Another classic holiday treat! Lord Billy and Billy Hargrove are not allowed to drink this. Topped with cinnamon and nutmeg.

Gingerbread Latte

It's sweetly spiced and full of flavour! With bold notes of ginger, cinnamon and allspice from the gingerbread syrup, specially made by Harrington!

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#harringrove cafe #harringrove cafe menu #cafe season: lord billy's winter wonderland #hg cafe artist collab #adelacreations

[askwhatsforlunch]

Achilles’ Sundae

I finished reading The Song of Achilles on Sunday. I enjoyed it a lot, the writing is compelling, the story both captivating and relatable, and I’ve always been keen on Greek Mythology. What made it even more delectable was eating hummus or tabbouleh whilst reading, but perhaps my favorite treat was this Achilles’ Sundae. I feel this is something Patroclus, who appreciated the scents of pomagranate oil and roses, could have made for his beloved!

Ingredients (serves 1):

2 generous scoops Rosemary Olive Oil Ice Cream

1 1/2 tablespoons freshly released pomegranate seeds

1 tablespoon Rose Syrup

Spoon Rosemary Olive Oil Ice Cream into serving cup. Sprinkle generously with pomegranate seeds and drizzle with Rose Syrup. 

Enjoy Achilles’ Sundae immediately.

#Recipe #Food #Achilles’ Sundae #Achilles’ Sundae recipe #Sundae #Sundae recipe #Rosemary Olive Oil Ice Cream #Homemade Rosemary Olive Oil Ice Cream #Ice Cream #Homemade Ice Cream #Pomegranate #Pomegranate Seeds #Fresh Pomegranate #Rose Syrup #Homemade Rose Syrup #Ice Cream and Frozen Treat #Frozen Treat #Frozen Treat recipe #Food and Literature #The Song of Achilles #Madeline Miller #achilles #Patroclus

[morethansalad]

Homemade Attar / Middle Eastern Rose Water Syrup (Vegan)

#vegan #condiments #middle eastern cuisine #west asian cuisine #diy #attar #rosewater #orange blossom water #lemon #simple syrup

[tokensofmyconfections]

Hi, my name is Elva and I'm helping my Grandpa run his bakery and sweetshop while my parents work on fixing up the house more.

We are just starting out, so hopefully our shop earns a good reputation for our good food made with the recipes my Grandma gathered in her youth when she went on her Pokémon journey!

Tokens of my Confections menu

Seasonal baked goods 

Miltank Cream Cheese Pound Cake (have to specify since some people are allergic to miltank milk and we have to take special orders for versions made with either Bouffalant or Gogoat milk)

Bluk berry and Lavender Cake

Snickerdoodle Cake

Mint Chocolate Cake 

Chocolate Marble Nanab Cake

Vertical Nomel Cake

Giant Cinnamon Roll Cake (as big as a maximum size wagon wheel)

Double Chocolate Crinkle Cookies

Molasses Cookies

Maple Syrup and Brown Sugar Cookies

Soft Molasses Cookies

Soft Snickerdoodle Cookies

Neapolitan Cookies

Red Velvet Triple Chocolate Cookies

Applin Shaped Apple Blondies

Nomel Bars with Shortbread Crust

Chocolate Peanut Butter Cheesecake Bars

Guinness Bars (lots of Guinness beers used for this, you will smell the alcohol when you walk into the shop, be warned) 

Cream Cheese Kalos Toast Casserole (Grandma’s middle finger to my late great aunt since this was made as a dare when she was 16 years old) (same rules at the Pound Cake)

Apple Cider Donuts

Spudnuts

Twenty Pound Breakfast Casserole (this is a take home dish or a meal you share with friends at the dining room, please don’t take it as a challenge to eat the whole thing by yourself)

Spring Quiche with Chopped Sausage

Drinks

Pomeg Fizz

Mix Berry Punch

Lavender Lemonade (it’s very purple because of the lavender syrup)

Apple Cider (spiced or muled) {apples picked by my grandma with her neighbor’s Appletun, Fritters, help} (only not here during summer)

Chai

Apple Cinnamon tea

Herbal tea blend: Cherry Blossom Cosmo (Bright pink and fun-loving with the taste of cherry and berries.)

Herbal tea blend: Harvest Apple Spice (Orchard-ripe apples and berries infused with warm baking spices)

Herbal tea blend: Vanilla Rose (A medium-bodied white tea with upfront notes of sweet vanilla finishing with floral notes.)

Candy

Peanut Butter Fudge Cups

Homemade Chocolate Eggs

Lopunny Tails

Pidove's Nest Treats

Chocolate Angel Food Candy

Potato Candy (recipe from 1933) (staying)

Black Cheri Swirl Fudge

Bunnelby Treats

Sprinkle Fudge

Nomel Bark

Soft Chewy Caramels

Spritzee Nests

Layered Mint Candies

Delphox Wands (pretzel sticks dipped in fire colored chocolate with translucent colored sprinkles)

Marbled Orange Creamsicle Fudge

Lavender Fudge

Egg-Shaped Cookie Dough Truffles

Homemade Peanut Butter Cups

Sour Candy Drops (using the vintage candy machine molds of Staryu, Finneon, and Tynamo)

Chocolate Bunnery and Bunnelby

Pulled Taffy with Sea Salt (twenty eight flavors)

Pastel Chocolate Mint Patties

Ube Candy

Rose Water Brittle

Honeycomb (harvested from the local Combee farm that’s right next to the apple orchard Fritters the Appltun lives at)

Brigadeiros

Marzipan

Saffron Wepear lollipops

Lollipops (made with the same mixes at the Candy Drops)

Vanilla Fudge

Old Anville cream pull candy

#first post #bakery #sweetshop #pokemon #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokeblr #rotomblr #will be updated per season

[meowzfordayz]

stressed — enmu, genya, muichiro

Author’s Note: exhausted but writing bc insomnia yay. 😆

stressed

Enmu x Reader, Shinazugawa Genya x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~1,200

CW: mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: heyyy so- this is a bit of an emergency ask but you can take your time with it if you want-

I've been pretty stressed recently with school and my grades are shit- needless to say, a lot has been going on at home..

fluffy genya x reader drabble? or whatever you wanna write it as-

maybe the reader has been super stressed? honestly whatever works best,

hii! i litteraly love your content!!

um may i request a modern au comfort Muichiro x fem!reader

like y/n is being super stressed with school work and Muichiro hates to see he's lover being stressed so he told y/n to rest and cuddle with him

you can do it if its not a bother at all

stressed — zenitsu, kyojuro, sanemi

~faqs~

ENMU

For some reason, tea is the first thing that pops into my mind ??

Ig bc Enmu strikes me as kind of… elegant? Must be his coat

Whether you prefer hot or iced tea, if you’re stressing, then he’s tea-ing

That sounded a lot catchier in my brain vs actually typed out ☹️

Def researches various properties of herbs and flowers to best relieve you

Aka you’re drinking a lot of chamomile, lavender, and mint teas

He even makes homemade simple syrup (1:1 ratio of water and sugar; sugar dissolved into water; blends better into iced drinks vs stirring for ages)

Mint infused, lemon infused, rose infused — truly, he’s an ar-tea-st 😌

Since these hcs are modern au… let’s go w/… he helps you fall asleep by reading to you 🥺

If you can’t fall asleep listening to someone reading aloud, then my apologies 😅

Whenever he catches you: nodding off at your desk; starting another impulsive project; banging at your forehead with your palms; groaning and grunting and other displeased-w/-yourself noises

He: calmly swivels your chair around; envelops you in a firm, restraining hug (assuming you’re comfortable w/ physical touch); grabs your hands and squeezes gently (assuming you’re comfortable w/ physical touch); groans and grunts even louder What? You started it!

And once he’s caught you? There’s no escaping the Enmu Agenda 

The Enmu Agenda: Step 1, coax you away from your work; Step 2, convince you to brush your teeth and wash your face; Step 3, choose a book

Whether he’s reading your favorite childhood fairytale, his newest obsession, or a random Wikipedia article bc you’re already 98% asleep (inspired by my occasional Wikipedia rabbit hole-ing lol)...

… he 100% creates individual voices for every character, has a default Narrator voice, and lowkey makes it difficult to fall asleep/accidentally energizes you bc of how engaging and into it he gets

“You’re still awake?”

“Babe, you sound exactly like Gollum. How am I supposed to fall asleep to that?”

Always makes the bed

It’s easy enough when his day starts later than yours, bc he can just wake up, get up, and make the bed

But even when he gets up before you, even when he has the busiest of days, he somehow manages to make the bed before you crawl into it

“Do you have a making-the-bed fetish?”

“No? I simply believe it’s relaxing and refreshing to sleep in a kempt bed after a long day.”

“And?”

“And you deserve to feel relaxed and refreshed.”

IT’S THE LITTLE THINGS, YANNO? 😭🥰

SHINAZUGAWA GENYA

Lmao this isn’t exactly fluffy, but it’s my immediate thought: Genya tells you to yell at him 💀

Hear me out !!

He’s all too familiar w/ feeling stressed out, pent up, suffocated

And he just wants you to feel safe enough, secure enough, to let. It. Go.

If you’ve ever written in a diary/journal, then you’ve prob had those entries of literal scribbles/illegible, furious scrawling

That is what Genya wants to be for you

An outlet, a confidant, a haven for your deepest and your darkest

Besides, you attempting to yell at him for things that have nothing to do w/ him lead to 1 of 2 results

it feels GOOD, so you essentially just monologue everything that’s on your mind w/o overthinking, second guessing, or filtering; he, ofc, doesn’t take anything personally; by the time your brain catches up to your heart, you’ve released the majority of your tension, and he gets to kiss your forehead, mouth quirked as if to say Told you so (“told you venting would feel good”)

it feels ridiculous, so you dissolve into awkward giggling into boisterous laughing into how-did-this-start-again-?; he gets to pat himself on the back bc he’s successfully distracted you, soft gaze following the tilt of your head, the curve of your lips Laughter’s good for the soul, right? (“what are you staring at?” “you.”)

And, okaaay… maybe yelling isn’t the healthiest of coping mechanisms 🙃

But Genya much prefers an occasional hardcore venting sesh vs watching you gradually retreat further and further into whatever’s overwhelming you

He’s totally a pillow fort dude

Not just I built a pillow fort; but *gasp* You built that?! 😳😍

Genya dismantles the entire living room for your comfort and entertainment

Fun Fact: he has a bin under his bed labeled “pillow fort supplies”

Its contents include: a set of fairy lights, extra soft pillowcases, and a cotton tapestry that he tie-dyed himself (its dominant color, ofc, is your favorite color)

He tried decorating w/ real candles once, and never again

“Why does this pillow’s tassel look… singed?”

“I don’t know, probably needs to be washed?”

“Aaand why are there a ton of candles at the bottom of the stairs?”

…

…

“Spring cleaning?”

“GENYA!!!!!”

Little did he know you were only mildly suspicious of his pyromancy, and instead upset at the prospect of him getting rid of your candles 🤭

Soft touches !!!!!

Your head on his lap, his fingers through your hair, your spine curved against his chest, his foot nudging yours, pinkies intertwined, his chin atop your shoulder, thumbs pressing gently into hips

Intimate gestures—reminders—to demonstrate his affection and attention

Muichiro’s reluctant to distract you when you’re stressed, bc he knows if you don’t finish x, y, and z, then you’ll only feel more stressed

But he’s also attuned to the subtle souring of your body language

In other words: there’s stressed, and then there’s freaking out

If you’re stressed, then he keeps a low profile: slinking in the shadows in case you slip, dinner already cooked, daily cleaning already completed

If you’re freaking out? Then he steps in

A cool palm on your nape, a feathery kiss to your ear, a quick tug at your elbow

Fleeting, promising movements of

Look at this meme w/ me

Eat this snack w/ me

Dance around the bedroom w/ me

Share this drink w/ me

Little love notes

Yesyesyes I’m aware I hc many KNY characters to be little love note givers 

But that’s bc they’re so cute and sweet and thoughtful !!

Everyone deserves to give and receive little love notes 🤗

Anywho-

Muichiro notices when you’re feeling particularly up and particularly down

And sometimes, he misses the moment

Doesn’t say the perfect thing at the perfect time

But he’s listening and he cares and he remembers

So he leaves you little love notes to make up for his prior brain freeze(s)

You’re going to do wonderfully on your upcoming exam. If you’d like help studying, then I’m all yours — hidden between the pages of your textbook

You mentioned missing lunch today? Come downstairs — stuck on the bathroom mirror (bc he knows you’ll have to take a break to pee ~eventually)

I’m proud of you! You’re the best — tucked into your favorite pair of socks (bc he knows they’re your first choice whenever they’re clean)

I love you. Thank you for being my partner — slapped playfully onto your back mid hug (“I think there’s something on your shirt?” “Oh? Where? Can you get it for me?” “Aha! I think you should read this.”)

#headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #modern au #enmu kny #enmu demon slayer #enmu x reader #shinazugawa genya #genya x reader #tokito muichiro #muichiro x reader

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hii! i hope you’re well. i wanted to request a marilyn x fem reader, where it’s their one year of being married and marilyn thinks the reader has forgotten (they could never).

the reader is unknown to marilyns thoughts but is surprising her with a homemade dinner date (very romantic) at home (with candles and rose petals). when marilyn comes home from work she is completely surprised.

she tells the reader how she thought they had forgotten and the reader reassures her that they could never forget the best day to celebrate.

i was hoping for some smut and obvi a lot of fluff

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! Sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))

I could never forget

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut (a romantic one)

Word count: 2,426

Summary: This day is your wedding anniversary and you have a surprise for her….

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Good morning…” Your wife told you, kissing your shoulder while you looked in the mirror, trying to wake you up completely. You smiled, knowing that this tone even more affectionate than usual meant something.

“Hello, Mari, how did you spend the night?” You asked, yawning. She looked at you a bit surprised, probably wondering why your answer was so brief.

“Well, well, I guess,” she said, smiling with a slightly sad expression.

It was normal for her to ask you something with her eyes. That was not just any day. You were married a year ago. It was your first anniversary. You weren't a big fan of remembering dates, but you remembered it perfectly, even if you were going to pretend not to. You smiled and kissed her briefly, beginning to take off your pajamas to get into the shower.

“Today I am terribly sleepy…” You commented turning the faucet. Marilyn studied your gaze. She was clearly offended.

“It's just a very strange day, don't you think? What day is it….? 15?” She asked impatiently. You pretended to try to remember and nodded, shrugging.

“I guess so. I have no idea, really,” you said. “My goodness, how long does it take for the water to heat up? We should change the boiler.”

The redhead looked at you with wide eyes. You avoided her gaze. You didn't like to upset her, but what you had prepared needed the surprise factor.

“You have no idea…” She repeated, as if you had insulted her. You had to take a deep breath.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, pretending to be clueless. Marilyn shook her head. You knew she didn't like to argue.

“No, it's nothing…” She sighed, joining you in the shower.

She said goodbye as always before entering her little beetle. You had holydays. But not that day. That day you had to work, but not for a salary, but for something much better.

When you saw the car drive away, you took yours, ready to start with your plans. You had a list on your mobile, and a time limit to complete it. You couldn't keep anything at home. You knew she would eventually find it.

“Okay, flowers, dinner, candles,” you said, reading your phone and starting the engine.

It was very early, which made you complete all your tasks with a good margin of time. You didn't want to sleep in front of the redhead, you didn't want her to envy your free time, so you lay down for a while when you got home. Yes, you liked to sleep, too much.

Once awake, you got down to work. It was hard for you to choose the most appropriate places to put the candles on, and the roses, which had been hit by the door of your car. Fortunately you had a lot of initiative, and you decided to put the petals on top of the bed, previously prepared.

“Oh, yes, you're a genius, (Y/N)…” You said satisfied.

It was still the hardest part, dinner. You weren't bad at cooking, but this time it was a special occasion. It had to be a special dinner. Marilyn used to sleep before you did, and in that time you spent looking at online recipes. The special roast ham seemed the best option.

“If you don't have maple syrup...”

“Yes…” You repeated, scared for having forgotten that ingredient. You were already sweating, and your apron was full of stains. You were making quite a mess, which naturally you would have to clean up afterwards.

“You can use honey instead.”

“Oh, yes, great,” you said clapping your hands, looking in one of the cupboards. In Nevermore there was a beekeeping club, and there was never a lack of honey at home.

When you finally put the tray in the oven and set the time, you thought you could rest, but the kitchen seemed to have been the target of some kind of war game. You were exhausted, but you began to clean, leaving everything shiny.

A few hours passed and you hadn't even had time to eat. You took the roast out of the oven, and to your surprise, it looked awesome. You carefully set the table and finally took off your apron. The clock struck 6 pm.

“Shit, shit,” you protested, setting down a fork. Marilyn would be home in half an hour, and you weren't dressed yet.

Faster than you ever imagined you could, you got ready, wearing a dress you'd bought just for the occasion.

You were lighting the candles when you saw some lights through the window. It was her, she was back.

You ran towards the entrance, just as the sound of someone inserting the key in the lock.

“No!” You said, slamming the door.

“Ouch!” Marilyn complained. Nice way to start your anniversary, slam your wife in the face with the door. “What are you doing?”

“Don't come in yet, wait…” You said, putting yourself in such a way that it was impossible for her to open the door.

“(Y/N), I'm tired, let me in and don't be silly,” she told you, visibly annoyed.

“Wait, wait. You have to close your eyes first...” You said, holding your composure.

“What?”

“Do it!” You yelled.

“Okay, (Y/N), I have them closed,” she said softly, probably already beginning to suspect that something was wrong.

You looked through the peephole to check. She was a woman of word, of course.

“Okay, come in,” you said, opening the door.

The redhead entered carefully, leaving you her bag. When you put it on the counter, you covered her eyes with your hands.

“Okay, are you ready?” You said, quickly checking that everything was in their place. “Happy Anniversary!”

Marilyn shook her head and her eyes widened. The whole house was decorated with fresh roses and candles. Dinner was on the table and the atmosphere was the most romantic in the world.

“My God, (Y/N)… have you, have you done this by yourself?” She asked, contemplating every detail.

“Of course I’ve done it by myself. Come on let's go to the table, dinner is going to get cold,” you said, taking her arm.

Marilyn sat up, still entranced by everything around her.

“I... I can't believe it... It looks great and... Is that dress new?”

“Well, yes,” you said, sitting in front of her.

“It's amazing, honey. I thought you forgot about it.”

You smiled behind your glass of wine.

“I could never forget it, Mari,” you said affectionately, taking her hand. She seemed calm, but your words caused a hypnotic effect on her gaze. “It had to be a surprise, you know.”

“Well, I left home angry this morning,” she said, as if she were apologizing.

“Oh, really? Really, Mari, I never know when you're angry,” you answered amused.

Dinner was as perfect as it could be. The food was delicious and the love was palpable in the house.

After dessert, Marilyn couldn't wait any longer. She got up and grabbed your wrist, while you drank from your glass.

“Wait, wait, close your eyes,” you said as you finished your glass of wine as Marilyn pulled you towards the bedroom. She stopped instantly, setting you free.

“Again?”

“Please…” You said, moving forward. She obeyed, sighing. You checked that she had really closed them and led her into the room. “Don't worry, you can trust me.”

Immediately afterwards, the redhead collided with the door frame.

“Oh shit, sorry,” you said embarrassed. She shook her head and laughed.

You reached for the knob and opened the door a little, to check that a tornado hadn't come into the room and destroyed your work. You breathed a sigh of relief and pulled your wife a little.

“Can I open them now? I heard the door,” she told you impatiently.

“I have to grease those hinges…” You said to yourself. “Okay, are you ready? Open them.”

You had worked a lot that day, and dinner was not the only thing you had done. On your bed, with new sheets, there were a bunch of rose petals, along with strategically placed candles. With a small remote control, you turned on a music player, which began to play a soft, romantic music.

The room didn't seem the same. It seemed like the perfect place to celebrate anything, as long as it was with her.

“My God, (Y/N)… It's… It's wonderful,” she said, visibly moved. She walked past you and went straight to the bed, picking up several petals and sniffing at them, closing her eyes.

“Yes, Mari, they are real. I'm not so shabby,” You said funny.

“It's perfect… I, I don't know what to say,” she said, while you approached her. The redhead grabbed you by the waist and you crouched down, resting your forehead against hers.

“I don't want you to say anything, just kiss me, my dear wife…” You whispered, melting into a passionate, sincere kiss, full of joy and love.

Dinner had been a success. Thinking you forgot worked very well as a strategy, but the decoration of your bedroom was the icing on the cake.

You climbed on top of her, feeling the soft smell of petals, while your hands ran over her body delicately, as if her skin were made of porcelain.

“So you like it?” You said amused, slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse.

“I like you, (Y/N)…” She whispered, moving so that the garment could slide off her shoulders.

The music marked the rhythm of your caresses, your kisses, your gasps. You took off your shoes, dropping them on the wooden floor. Marilyn shifted until her head rested on the pillow.

“Better that way, don't you think?” She told you, winking at you.

“Shhh, my impatient redhead,” you said, putting a finger on her lips.

Your kisses were going down her bare chest. You had given her a bad day by making her believe that you had forgotten your anniversary. She deserved a compensation, and you knew the best way to do it.

She just smiled, taking off her glasses. Her look was just as tender, just as innocent. It was the look of the woman you had chosen to spend the rest of your life with, and you had no doubt that 100 years could go by and you could still love her like the first day.

Your kisses kept going down, enjoying every part of her skin. You didn't want to be in a hurry. It was a special day. You could take all the time you wanted.

Your hands reached the edge of her skirt, which you subtly made disappear, lowering it by her ankles. It was the turn of her legs. Briefly kissing your wife on her lips, you moved down to her ankle, caressing it before resting your mouth on it. She giggled nervously and made an attempt to move her leg away.

“You tickle me, (Y/N),” she told you between laughs. You looked up and your eyes turned dark.

“I know…” You said in a dangerous whisper. You didn't want to make her more nervous, and you kept climbing up her knee, up her thigh.

“This is a bit unfair, isn't it?” She told you, making you stop again. You frowned. You were so excited that you couldn't think very clearly.

“What?”

“I want to see your beautiful body, please,” she said looking at you with absolute expectation. You got up and unzipped your dress. The dress was a little tight on you, so taking it off was an added pleasure for you.

“Do you like the views, miss?” You asked with an elegant voice. She nodded, gesturing for you to continue.

You obeyed immediately, now lowering her underwear. Everything was perfect, and you were going to make her think the same. Without dawdling too much, you buried your head between her legs, delicately licking the entire area. The moans were not long in coming, almost drowning out the soft music.

It was very easy to make her enjoy it, but that day you were more determined than usual, with delicate movements of your tongue, and sucking those places that you knew drove her crazy.

“You're… You're perfect…” Marilyn gasped, bringing her hand to your hair. This time she wasn't grabbing your hair tightly, she was simply stroking it.

When you saw that it was time, you introduced your fingers, keeping a smooth but intense rhythm. She moaned louder, letting herself be carried away by the pleasure you were causing  to her. You looked up biting your lip, seeing how her face only reflected pure excitement, pleasure on the verge of getting out of control.

“Fas, faster, (Y/N)…” She begged. You obeyed, when you noticed that her hips moved involuntarily. “Oh, my God…I'm…I'm going to…”

Her entire body arched, releasing all of her pleasure, with a tremendously erotic moan. You were longing for just a little bit of that pleasure, and you wasted no time.

Your underwear quickly disappeared, as if it had never been there. You climbed quickly and kissed her again, with desire, with more lust. She was holding you tight, thanking you for what you had just done for her. You laughed, while your body just wanted more contact.

“Come here, my love,” she told you, turning you around to lie on the bed. While your body was covered by her kisses, she lifted your leg and she put herself between your legs, making both of your heat to match. It seemed as if each one was doing their best, what made each one enjoy the most.

You positioned yourself well and began to move, enjoying the touch of your bodies. It was all you needed. Your hips moved to the same rhythm as hers and a few gusts of pleasure ran through all your senses.

There were only moans, and music that had long since stopped playing. Your sounds of pleasure were the best melody.

In a few minutes, you screamed too, unable to hold it anymore.

Little by little you lay down again. She reached for your shoulder, where she had attached one of her rose petals.

“It's been a beautiful night, (Y/N),” she told you, intertwining her legs with yours.

“And you thought that I had forgotten about it…” You teased, closing your eyes. You were tired and it was time to sleep.

“I love you, (Y/N). I hope for many anniversaries like this one...” She said, getting up to blow out the candles.

“You will have them, Mari, you will have them... Come here, please...”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #smut #laurel gates