#Red Split Lentils

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Cuisine Recipe These Indian-inspired red lentils masoor dal flavored with cumin, turmeric, and ginger can be customized to suit your family's tastes.

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Red Split Lentils Masoor Dal You can adapt these cumin, turmeric, and ginger-flavored red lentils masoor dal, which are inspired by Indian cuisine, to your family's preferences. 1/2 teaspoon cayenne powder, 1 cup frozen peas, 1 teaspoon ground cumin, 1 cup broccoli florets, 1 teaspoon ground coriander, 1 cup red lentils rinsed, 1/2 cup finely chopped red onion, 1 cup sliced mushrooms, 1 cup diced tomatoes, 2 cloves garlic finely grated, 1/2 teaspoon ground turmeric, 1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper, 1 cup basmati rice, 4.5 cups water divided, 1 tablespoon olive oil or as needed, 1 teaspoon salt or to taste, 1 tablespoon peeled finely grated fresh ginger

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Red Split Lentils Masoor Dal These Indian-inspired red lentils masoor dal flavored with cumin, turmeric, and ginger can be customized to suit your family's tastes.

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Woodfire Pumpkin and Lentil Soup

Even when the sun shines and the skies are cloudless, a Spring day is not necessarily warm! But after all the rain we’ve had, spending time in the garden, both pottering and relaxing, is rather essential to me! Thus, I warmed up by lighting up the barbie and turning leftovers into this gorgeously smoky Woodfire Pumpkin and Lentil Soup! A hearty and comforting lunch after fixing fencing panels or tilling the Veg Patch! Happy Thursday!

Ingredients (serves 1):

a small red onion

1 cup leftover Pumpkin Soup

1/3 cup split red lentils

1/3 cup Turkey Tail Stock

2/3 cups water

salt and freshly cracked black pepper, to taste

a dollop of crème fraîche or sour cream, to serve (optional)

roquette lettuce, to serve (optional)

Arrange a small layer of coals in the barbecue. Top with a few branches of wood (apple-wood gives good taste), and light.

Peel and finely chop red onion.

In a large, fire-proof pot or saucepan, combine Pumpkin Soup, red lentils and chopped red onion.

Stir in Turkey Tail Stock and water.

Once the flames are low and embers glowing red, carefully sit pot or saucepan, with a lid on, onto the grill over the flames, and bring to the boil. Once boiling, cook, for about 7 to 10 minutes, until lentils are cooked and soup has thickened. Season, to taste with salt and black pepper.

Carefully remove the pot from the fire, and serve Woodfire Pumpkin and Lentil Soup hot, with a generous dollop of crème fraîche and roquette, if desired. You can also toast a thick slice Soda Bread over the embers; it goes beautifully with the soup!

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Cuisine Recipe

It's simple to prepare this Indian dahl at home with spinach and tomatoes if you use the right seasonings, like asafoetida, turmeric, and coriander.

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Beans and Peas - Red Lentil and Yellow Split Pea Soup Made with a Pressure Cooker

A pressure cooker lets you make hearty lentil and split pea soup with just 30 minutes of cooking time.

#heat #peas #pressure #red lentil #yellow split pea soup

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Beans and Peas - Red Lentil and Yellow Split Pea Soup Made with a Pressure Cooker

A pressure cooker lets you make hearty lentil and split pea soup with just 30 minutes of cooking time.

#heat #peas #pressure #red lentil #yellow split pea soup

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Buy Premium quality lal masoor dali from Farmonics.

With the growing level of health consciousness and healthy diet, many previously neglected plant-based diets have entered the spotlight, one of the plant-based food is Lal masoor dali also known as split red lentil. Lal masoor dali dal is the most widely used in every household as they have an incredible taste, rich in nutrition, and an important source of protein for those who follow a strict vegetarian diet. We at Farmonics provide the best quality of Lal masoor dali dal online. Foods from Farmonics Organic By removing the husk, organic Masoor Whole is transformed into Masoor Malka, which is then hand-selected as the Best Organic Grocery & Gourmet in India. Try It For A Healthier Life Because Health Is Wealth. You would be surprised to know how many skin-related issues can Lal masoor dal solve.They contain vitamin B, which helps retain moisture in the skin. They also contain zinc, folate, and anti-inflammatory properties which help repair skin tissue and remove acne. Buy Premium quality lal masoor dali from Farmonics.

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Healthy dinner: Spinach, sweet potato, lentil dhal

A perfect dinner platter

Spinach is a source of inorganic nitrate, which studies suggest may lower your chance of getting heart complaint. Exploration shows it can lower your blood pressure and make your highways less stiff, among other benefits. You also get potassium from spinach, which helps keep your heart working right. The sweet potatoes are a good daily source of carbs and fiber. Lentils are rich in fibre,…

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Understanding your cycle and the four phases

The female body has four cycle and at each cycle what your body needs will be very different. I'm going to talk about four factors you might want to consider for each phase; what kind of exercise/movement you should try to do, what foods to eat more of or avoid, what your energy levels may be like and self care for that phase. I hope this helps you understand a bit more about what is going on in each phase ands what you can do to help your hormones and body!

Menstruation (Day 1 - 6)

This phase is the easiest to spot as you physically get your period. Your uterus is shedding its lining and your cervix position is low and will feel hard.

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? This is a good period for rest days and slow movement. Outdoor walks, stretching, slower-paced yoga and bodyweight strength exercises will help you get some movement/exercise in without causing more pain or discomfort for you.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try to avoid fatty and salty foods. Vegetables, fruits and herbs like kale, beets, mushrooms, collard and hearty greens, sweet potatoes, root vegetables, dark coloured berries (cranberries, blueberries, blackberries), concord grapes, watermelon, red raspberry leaf, nettle and turmeric will help your body in this phase. Grains, nuts and seeds like buckwheat, wild rice, pumpkin seeds, flax, chestnuts, and peanuts are good to eat more of in this phase. Proteins like kidney beans, adzuki beans, duck, pork, shellfish, sardines, red meat and liver should also be included in more meals. Some examples of meals to have would be stews, warm soups and stir-fries.

what are your energy levels like? your energy is normally fairly low at this point, so try to prioritise sleep and rest. Try and make sure your schedule is fairly light at this point, lots of targets and deadlines may be somewhat overwhelming or stressful.

what kind of self care should you do and not do? Try to avoid exfoliating and waxing, your skin may be dehydrated and sensitive. Focus on getting more moisture and hydration, avoid harsh products. Try hydrating masks and focus on reducing inflammation. Try putting together a period package, journaling and reading more. Get plenty of sleep during this phase.

Follicular (Day 6 - 14)

This phase is when oestrogen and testosterone levels start to rise. The pituitary gland releases FSH and your energy, mood and libido rise!

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? Now is a great time for more high-energy movement and exercise! Try activities like , hiking, running, swimming and Pilates as you have much more energy and will likely be prepared to exercise for longer.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try and eat more veggies, fruits and herbs such as artichoke, broccoli, sprouts, carrots, lettuces, green peas, string beans, zucchini, rhubarb, parsley, avocado, citruses, pomegranate, plums, cherries, nettle and basil. Grains and seeds such as oats, barley, rye, wheat, pumpkin, flax, Brazil nuts and cashes will help during this phase. Protein-wise try to eat more lentils, split peas, black eyed peas, poultry, trout and shellfish. Meals that may be good during this period are oatmeal/overnight oats, tahini bowls, blueberry banana muffins and avocado salad.

what are your energy levels like? Your energy levels have risen so your brains ability to problem solve and plan. Creativity will be sparking during this period! Now is a great time to start new projects, brainstorm, dream big, plan for the week and do the things you love.

what kind of self care should you do and not do? Your skin has improved hydration, hyaluronic acid production. Now is a good time to try out new products as your skin will be at it's best and use gentle exfoliants to keep your pores clean. Focus on nourishment and treatment for your skin. Now is a good time to exfoliate your skin and use products to really emphasise your skins glow.

Ovulatory (Day 15 - 17)

This is the phase when your fertility is highest and your oestrogen levels are dropping of while your testosterone rises. You'll have a lot more energy and often a high libido.

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? Try high-energy, high-intensity workouts like weightlifting, cardio such as spin or HIIT and longer hikes with more effort involved.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try to eat more vegetables, fruits and herbs such as Brussel sprouts, red bell pepper, aubergine, spinach, tomato, chard, asparagus, scallions, chives, coconut, fig, strawberry, raspberry, apricot, persimmons, guava, dandelion root, burdock root and turmeric. Grains and seeds such as quinoa, pumpkin, flax, pistachio, pecan and almond will help during this phase. Try to eat more proteins such as lentils, salmon, eggs, tuna, shrimp and lamb. Meals that may be good are a fresh fruit or pasta salad, smoothies and broth-based soups.

what are your energy levels like? energy is typically very high at this point so now is a good time to socialise and get high-energy projects done! Be open to new experiences and things, make the most out of this high-energy period.

what kind of self care should you do or not do? Your skin will get oily in the next phase so find some way of deep cleansing (getting a facial etc) and try to keep pores nice and clean with toners and serums. Focus on hydration, nourishment and restorative products for your skin. Your cell turnover is at it's best, so exfoliation should be minimal and gentle during this period. Take long baths or showers and take the time to care for yourself.

Luteal phase (Day 18 - 28)

During this phase you get a surge of progesterone, but if your body confirms you aren't pregnant than then all hormones begin to decrease. Mood changes are fairly common during this period.

what kind of exercise/movement is best to do? as your energy drops so should the intensity and impact, so return back to slower and steadier workouts such as walking or hiking, yoga (you could try a slightly more challenging yoga workout), light Pilates that aren't too fast paced and stretching to help with pain or aches.

what foods should you try to eat more of or avoid? Try to eat more vegetables, fruits and herbs such as cabbage, cauliflower, celery, cucumber, collard and mustard greens, onion, parsnip, pumpkin, radish, squash, potato, sweet potato, apple, dates, peaches, pear, burdock root, dandelion root, red raspberry leaf and ginger. Some examples of grains and seeds that may help are brown rice, millet, sunflower seeds, sesame seeds, pine nuts and walnuts. Proteins to eat are chickpeas, turkeys, salmon, cod, halibut and beef.

what are your energy levels like? energy levels may be low/lower than previous cycles, so take the time to engage in creative and relaxing activities such as reading or painting to help with stress relief and to distract yourself.

what kind of self care should you do or not do? try to use gentle skincare products like foaming cleansers or clay masks. Spot treatments may be necessary during this period especially. Focus on skincare as breakouts are very common during this period and avoid trying out new products or any super strong products that may worsen your skin. Make sure to take care of yourself during this period and take things nice and slowly.

Remember this is in no way a one size fits all, the amount the phases last for will greatly vary as will how you feel, but these are a guide on how you may be able to help understand your cycle. All my love mj.

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A Small Kindness

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Notes: The clown needed a little bit of love, I think. This is a gift written for the lovely @sordidmusings. Let's love on the failing-forward man. Image Source link.

Synopsis: A blue-haired man with a round red nose is down on his luck. He's lost everything, not a single berry to his name after being defeated again by the straw-hat crew. A small kindness from a stranger propels him to get back on his feet. How could he repay you? Surely you needed something in return.

Themes: homeless Buggy, pathetic-leaning Buggy, MDNI, smut, p in v, afab!reader, angst-smut-fluff sandwich, one-bed-trope.

In the corner booth, resting with his chin on the heels of his palms, and staring at the cool droplets of the condensation running down the water decanter of the tavern he sat. All majesty, all tom-foolery, all wealth, fame and power flung from him the moment he was defeated, yet again, by that stupid kid, with a stupid grin, crowned with that stupid hat he got from that stupid rat. 

A stray hair fell into his face, prompting his pouty lips to huff out a puff of hot air at the strands to push them away from vision. He’d lost it all. His crew dispersed among the seas, his big top sunk and in dire need of repair with no means to finance such a feat. 

But you didn’t know any of those things.

All you saw was a blue-haired man with a shiny, round, red nose sitting alone and down on his luck in that booth; yet to order a single thing from the menu. You noticed the way he attempted to hide his hunger, clutching at his stomach and cursing under his breath for it to stifle its incessant groaning. 

Brows arching in a triangle at the peak of your forehead, a thin, lopsided smile danced on your lips as you took out a large, ceramic dish from under the benchtop and drew it to the stove. You ladeled into the dish a large portion of the lentil, split pea and hickory ham soup you had been lovingly caring for throughout the day into the bowl and sliced up two pieces of sourdough to place atop flames to char its surface. Sorting out a small ramekin of soft, salted butter, you placed it on your tray alongside the bowl of soup, completing your assortment of food to lay before the somber stranger. 

“Excuse me, sir?” you smiled down at him. He lazily lolled his head up at you and stared blankly through half-hooded eyes. His eyelashes danced as they battered up at you, his frown still ever present at the peak of his brow. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’m movin’ on, Doll. Don’t you worry yourself, I’ll be out of your hair in a-,” he began, dismissively waving his hand only to be cut off by you placing down your tray atop the table and beginning to silently arrange the elements in front of him. His eyes widened at the harvest, his lips automatically opening and beginning to salivate at the aroma wafting to his large nose from the soup. 

“This is for you, sweetheart,” you beamed at him, a genuine and polite smile cooing down at the man in the booth, “I hope you enjoy your meal.” Turning away from the blue-haired man, you began collecting emptied pint glasses and tankards from the adjoining tables throughout the room. You gazed at the man over your shoulder, watching as he apprehensively removed his pale gloves from his hands and placed them beside him.

Taking the silver, round, spoon into his hands, he took a small portion of the soup into it and darted his tongue out to take a small lick of the stock. His eyes widened before rolling back into his head, his lips smacked together as he savored the first gulp of soup. You thought you heard an utterance of an “Oh, fuck,” under his breath before he began horking down the assortment of treats you had presented to him. 

Allowing a small giggle to escape your lips, you fished around in the front of your apron in search of a few of your personal wage to pay for the man’s meal to place in the till. Down to the last note of your berry, you had yet to break-even on this shift. Feeding this man had put you behind on your pay, but it was worth it to see the small twinkle in his eye at each spoonful he threw back into his open mouth. 

After bidding the last patron farewell and beginning to close down the till, the man wandered over to the counter and placed down his empty bowl; completely licked clean, and with no crumb nor smudge of food left atop the plate and ramekin. Your brow arched up at the discovery of how little remained behind before you drew your eyes up to meet with his. 

And what magnificent eyes he had. Although they seemed rather frantic, sheepish and darting; his eyes held a deep sorrow behind them. The tone of his eyes danced in the flicker of the flames initing the tavern walls, in some lights: a calming blue, and in others: a spark of green. 

“Was that okay?” you asked him, your knowing smirk rising to a grin to bare your teeth at him. He held his teal eyes to the floor, meeting his gaze with anything other than your own in the process. His teeth bore themselves into a thin line, grimacing a small smile through a sheepish expression.

“It was-,” he began, sighing in the middle of his thoughts as he found the correct word, “-Nice.” You flung a hearty laugh into the air, shaking your head at his curt response as you took the dishes and placed them in the pass behind you to clean once he had exited the premises. 

“I’m glad you thought it was nice,” you teetered off your laugh into a small giggle. His face held no humor, no longer depicting the twinkle in his eyes as he pouted and held his eyes away from yours. He grumbled under his breath before elevating his tone, curling his lip before snarling at you.

“So what’ll you have me do, huh, Doll?” he spat, his eyes now agitated as he rotated his neck to rid it of a small click, “I gotta repay you somehow, don’t I? Ain’t nothin’ in this life come free, and that meal was worth a bit, wasn’t it?” He began dancing his eyes around the room, frantically moving to meet his gaze with anything other than your own. His anger began to grow more heated with each thought processing through his mind at a hastened pace.

“It’s on me. Really, I assure you-,” you began, shaking your head and reaching forward to press the heel of your palm against his re-gloved hand. You thinned your lips, holding firm to your resolve and dancing your eyes between his; which continued still to not meet your gaze. It was when you began to retract your hand from atop his that he returned your grip and firmly squeezed your hand into his. 

“I ain’t got a thing on me, Sweets. I have nothing I could offer you. I have nothing. I am nothing-,” He spoke at you, using you to verbally process everything plaguing his mind. Expecting hatred reflected back at him, as all those who listen to his woes often depict in their eyes, your empathetic gaze held no such complex. “-I-... I have-...I-...It’s all gone. Everything is gone. I’m nothing. Not a damn thing.” 

The man in front of you had tears beginning to threaten its hasty downfall from the corners of his eyes. He winced back the sting, sniffing and grunting through his nose noisily and disguised it with a cough. He attempted to laugh through the pain of processing his emotions, inhaling a shaken breath and hoarsely beginning the teeter of his laughter. He cackled his laugh, messily allowing a small amount of gloss to fall over his waterline and litter his lengthy teal eyelashes with the dewdrops of emotion.

Bowing his head, his shoulders began to quake as the mental process had finally solidified its place within the forefront of his mind. There was nothing he could do about the situation, not a prayer he could pray, nor a song he could sing to break him through this. He was completely alone. Not a single berry, not a place to sleep-.

“-It’s okay,” you quietly reassured him, stooping your head down to seek out his eyes. His gaze snapped to you, shocked at being brought back out of his circulating thoughts of doom and gloom to meet with your eyes. Kindness, sweetness, empathy and humility were the only aspects he met with your gaze as he reveled in the feeling of human contact. Your thumb circled itself over the tips of his knuckles, feeling each bone beneath stiffen slightly before relaxing into your touch. 

“I mean it, Doll. I’ve got nothing,” he whispered, his tone continuing to hold a raw raspiness beneath the hiss. A small shake in his head and a quiver of his lip had your heart swelling in pity before it began to hammer within your chest. Upon listening to his small tirade, your adrenaline propelled your small question.

“Have you got a place to stay for the night? Somewhere safe you can wake up in the morning?” Your quiet question had Buggy’s heart filling itself with dread at each beat of the rhythm within. 

“I-I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” he confessed in a low tone, his eyes falling to rest on your hands intertwined on the benchtop, “This is the first time I’m spending a night in civilization for a while. I think I was going to go and sleep on the beach near the docks-.”

“-A terrible idea,” you cut him off, pulling your hands out from his and removing your apron from your neck, “There have been numerous reports of violence by the docks in the quiet hours. If you start with not much, you’re left with even less. Sometimes, you’re left with not a breath in your lungs to breathe with.” You hang your apron behind the emptied till, the berry stashed within the safe under circular and rotational cogs and locks, and brushed over your thighs to rid itself from any cotton strands fallen from the material.  

Buggy’s brows furrowed, searching within his mind for a safe alternative. He’d walked for half a day to reach this town; now too late to walk back to the grove he was sleeping within. Raking his gloved fingers beneath his bandana and removing it from his lengthy, cerulean hair; dampened with the grime, grease and sweat from weeks of ill-maintenance. 

Turning back around, you began a slow and pointed trail of reading the body language of the man in front of you. He was lost, in every sense of the word. You could see the thoughts ticking behind his teal eyes, written all over his face. You sighed, bringing your right hand up to the scruff of your neck and giving it a small squeeze.

“Look,,” you addressed him, prompting his eyes to snap up to meet your own. You offered him a small, apprehensive half-smile with your brows lifted in a small peak in the middle of your forehead, “I don’t normally do this, so please don’t think so low of me.” Buggy watched as you began walking around the bar and ushered him towards the door with a coax of our hand.

“Let’s go home, okay?” you offered, opening the door and nodding your forehead towards the threshold for him to cross it with you, “I don’t have much, but-...” as he exited the door, you closed it behind him and fished your keys out of your pocket. The jingle of a few keys echoed in the quiet of the night, the dimmed lampposts had locating the correct key taking a small while. 

“-I can offer you a bath, I think my ex has some spare clothes that could fit you if you’d like me to wash and dry what you’ve got on you?” You turned back around, noticing the bright-nosed man staring at you. His eyes were unblinking and wide, his mouth hanging slightly ajar as he processed what you were saying. You sighed through your nose, a downturned smile offered at his shocked expression.

“W-...” he began, struggling to find the words he wanted to ask you. He shook his head, stuttering on, “-Why are you doing this for me? What have I done to give you any reason to offer me kindness? Me? I’m an idiot, a fool, a no-good outcast, a good-for-nothing-.”

“-Because I know what it’s like to be all of those things and then some,” you shook your head, reaching your right hand out for him to place his left within, “And I know how hard it is to climb that mountain alone. And you, my friend, are not alone. Not tonight, anyway.” He looked down at your extended hand, reaching slowly down to take within his left and allowing you to lead him up the windy, dirt path towards where he imagined home to be. 

And home was more than what he had expected. The small, open-plan room had the kitchen, dining room and lounge space all interconnected to suit the needs of one or two people. The couch took up the majority of the space with a small side table with a draw beneath it, and a coffee table with an assortment of notes and books laying askew with pens, pencils and paintbrushes and a small pallet of rapidly drying paint. 

“I would’ve tidied if I’d known I was having company, I’m sorry,” you confessed, closing the door behind you and locking the door with your key, and a balled latch and chain. Your kitchen had a few tarnished bowls from a hastily consumed breakfast, the drying rack had a few clean dishes fully air-dried and stacked neatly.

“It’s nice,” Buggy confessed, nodding as he took in each area. He noticed a few den-den-mushi pictures printed and hanging by nails and tape throughout the walls; the corners littered with sketches of the subject matter contained within. 

“Are you an artist?” He asked, leaning down to take in more of the sketches within the margins of the images. You giggled, taking out your hair and giving it a small shake to rid the pressure gathered behind the entanglement. 

“I was once,” you confessed, “Traveled the seas with my partner. Always looking for inspiration wherever the seas took us.” You headed to the sink, pouring a small amount of water within the sink and beginning to rid the morning dishes of their grime and stack at the sink.

“And how did that go? Did you find inspiration?” Buggy asked, looking over to watch you roll your shoulders in agitation. 

“No, but he did,” you grumbled, old wounds beginning to resurface, “Several times, in fact. A rotation of inspiration hopping like rodents in and out of the house while I was working hard to support us both at the tavern. A variety of men and women-; fishmen at some stages. He would always deny doing it, until I saw the amassment of paintings he produced by rolling his and their bare skin in paint on stretched canvas over the floor, making art as he lay with them naked and thrusting against the-...” you huffed out an exasperated breath shaking your head and turning back to face the stranger you had invited into your home.

“-I’m sorry. That was likely a little much to place onto you so late,” you softened your eyes, noticing a small pink hue rising against his cheeks and ears, “You're likely exhausted. The bathroom is that way,” you gestured to the small room, “latrine, bath and shower all in there. The other is the bedroom. I’ll get some fresh sheets for you to lay on while I’m washing your clothes, if you like?” 

Buggy was processing too much information all at once. His kind hostess, an artist in disguise, was offering him more kindness than his heart could take. Not only were you beautiful to look at, but your artistry now showcased your soul beneath the surface. He hesitantly took a few steps towards the bathroom, looking over to watch you beginning to pack up the coffee table of your tools and rough sketches. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t manage to find inspiration of your own while he did all that, Doll,” Buggy murmured as he passed you. You stiffened in your movements, barely visible to the eye, before you continued collecting your arrangement. 

“If that comment was regarding artistry: inspiration can be found everywhere you look. If it was regarding looking outside the relationship to give in to lustful advances,” you huffed a humorless laugh through your nose, “One of my many flaws is I’m loyal to a fault. I don’t cheat. Not in art, not in cards, and especially not in relationships - no matter how angry he made me, nor me having the right for vengeance. Better off leaving than making the pain worse, right?” 

Buggy hummed in response, opening the latch to the bathroom door and pushing the door open. As he stepped through the threshold of the bathroom, he turned to face you, raking his eyes over your body as you reached up to place your artistic tools atop a high shelf. Your lower stomach exposed itself as your shirt stretched upwards, the small glimpse of your flesh had his heart beating and mind foggy. 

“Towels are in the cupboard beneath the sink, if you’re looking,” you called over to him, stooping below to collect a small brush that managed to escape your clutches. Buggy now had a clear view of the roundness of your subtle flesh, his foggy mind turning into the smog of lust. He shook his head in an attempt to rid it of the unruly thoughts. 

“Thank you, Doll,” he called, beginning to shut the door only to find himself halting at the last moment to meet his eyes with your smile. 

“You’re welcome, Sweetheart,” you shot him a small wink as he closed the door, leaving you to continue fussing over the mess you were attempting to tidy.

You heard the water start to run, the shower’s steam wafting below the crack in the door alongside the scents of shampoo and conditioner mixing with the floral assortment of body washes and scrubs. Smiling to yourself at the knowledge that he was using every kindness you’d offered to him, you began collecting some clothes for him to change into for the night and swapping out your bedsheets for fresh linen and toppers. 

If you were offering this man the luxury of sleeping in your bed, he should be privy to the scents of fresh-laid sheets of satins and silks. You heard the shower halt its rapid pour, the tap squeaking as your guest turned the handle. 

“Uhh…” He called, his voice halting as he gruffly cleared his throat to ensure he wasn’t imposing on anything important, “Did you say somethin’ about clothes?” You laughed, nodding as you collected a white cotton shirt and soft, gray trousers and walked over to the crack in the bathroom door. 

“I’ve got some things, if you want to trade?” You reached your hand behind the door, thrusting the clothes behind them without glancing through the crack to offer your guest some privacy. He huffed out a laugh, taking the objects before giving you the pile of his soiled clothes for you to take. 

“As long as I get ‘em back, you can take ‘em,” he laughed. You allowed a small giggle to exit your lips as you drew the items into your arms and began readying them for a wash cycle within your hand-cranked barrel. 

Filling the brim with water and some shavings of velvet soap, you lathered each item within the barrel and began rotating it within by winding the handle beside it. Yawning, you looked at the clock hanging above your small, two-burner stove and noticed how late it had gotten. You were well pleased that the big boss had decided to gift you with two days off in a row tomorrow, hopefully just enough time to sort out the remainder of household chores and aid your guest in any way you could. 

Draining the liquid from the barrel, you hung each item of clothing on a line out on the back porch. The overlook of the ocean was one of the reasons you had opted to choose this as home for yourself. The soft scent of the sea always carried towards the windows, the warmth of the sun dampened by the coolness cast from the waters on the shore. After hanging the last item, you turned to witness the guest you had invited into your house; standing tall and firm in his rigidity, hands clapping his thighs awkwardly as he danced his eyes around the room. 

“Something the matter, sweetheart?” you asked him, reentering the room and closing the back door behind you. He offered you a half-smile which almost looked like a wince as he articulated his thoughts cohesively. 

“Where am I sleeping?” he cringed, his brow knitting together as his teeth bore themselves in a straight line. You giggled, gesturing to the bedroom with your right hand. 

“Right there,” you shook your head at him, walking over to the sink and taking out a glass to fill with water. You turned the tap, filling the container to the brim with the cool liquid and turning to face him again. Maintaining eye contact, you began gulping down the water, draining it of its contents and wiping your lips with the back of your forearm. 

“And w-where-...” he began, trailing his words off as he looked around the room for a suitable explanation. You chuckled, walking over to the bathroom and readying yourself for a shower by removing your socks and placing them in the hamper to the side of the room.

“I’ll take the couch,” you giggled, stepping within the bathroom and peeking at him from behind the door. He looked beautiful; a work of art come to life. His beautiful blue hair, his rubied rotund nose, the way the white shirt and gray pants clung to his body; he was absolutely stunning. “I’ll be out in a moment, okay? Make yourself comfortable and I’ll check in on you before I go to sleep.” He nodded, his eyes a mix between sheepishness and a deep sorrow. You flashed him a reassuring smile before clicking the door behind you.

Stripping yourself of your clothes, you relished in the warmth of the scorching water drumming against your flesh and removing the grime from the laborious shift you had undertaken moments prior. You lathered soaps, scents, oils and nectars to dance and soothe your aching skin. Reveling in the final moments of the water cascading against your body, you quickly turned the tap off and began the grueling task of drying yourself enough to be able to get into your sleepwear. 

After prying the small shorts and oversized shirt combination, you stepped out of the bathroom while drying your hair with your soft, microfibre towel. You noticed the bedroom door was slightly ajar, but your guest had taken residency against your couch as he sat, staring at the sea through the window.

“I thought you’d have gone to bed by now,” you sighed your smile at him, shaking your head and approaching the blue-haired man. He turned his head over to you, eyes taking in your dressed-down form and offering you a small smile in return. 

“I couldn’t, Doll,” he shrugged, looking longingly towards the bedroom before coming back to meet your eyes once more, “That’s too good for the likes of me. Even this couch is too good for me to sleep on. I’m better off lying on the floor-.”

“-Go and take the bed,” you ordered him, pointing to the bedroom with your index finger extended towards it, “I didn’t go through all that trouble of washing and changing over fresh bed sheets, at near midnight, for you to not sleep in it.” 

“I’m not gonna sleep in the bed,” he stood to his feet, crossing his arms over his chest and eyeing you dangerously, “Contrary to what you might think of me, I do have some manners. It’s not right for me to take your bed and you take the couch, no matter how much I’d fucking love to sleep in those sheets-.”

“-So hop to it then,” you huffed, tapping your left foot with your eyes holding firm against his, “I got out my nicest sheets, and I sprayed the pillowcases with lavender and eucalyptus oils to aid with your sleep.” He stepped towards you, walking around the couch and getting closer to you.

“Stop being nice to me, Doll. You’ve already offered me too much, and I’m not worth all that,” Buggy continued, prompting you to step closer to him and square up with him. You looked up into his face, cocking your head to the side and pursing your lips. 

“If you feel that strongly about it,” you floated your eyes down to his lips and drew them back up to meet his eyes as hastily as you could, “Share it with me.” 

Buggy’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening at the thought. He began to stutter and stagger with his words, jumbling his disagreements with an assortment of “couch” and “floor” suggested once more. 

“No, no, sweetheart,” you shook your head, “No. You said you didn’t want me to sleep on the couch, and I refuse to waste all of that hard effort on just me alone. Knowing that the couch would be less desirable than the silks, satins and cotton blend I paid a lot of money for to get a better night's sleep.” He growled, his lip curling at the corner and his eyes narrowing.

“I snore,” He spat his taunt at you. 

“I hog blankets,” you retorted, stepping closer. 

“I grind my teeth,” he cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes and arching his brow upwards. 

“I sleep talk,” you shrugged, giggling as you watched his pointed look turn more playful.

“I’m a hugger,” he sneered, his mouth pursing in the center. He stepped his body closer to yours, but still remaining a whisper away from your body. 

“I make a wonderful snuggling companion,” you leared back at him. Reaching out, you took his hands within your own and gave them a gentle squeeze of reassurance. 

“I haven’t slept beside someone in so long, I don’t think I remember how,” he confessed below his breath, hanging his head low enough he almost brushed his forehead against your own. 

You smiled, standing up on the tips of your toes to close the gap between you; closing your eyes on impact while genuinely smiling, “I need to relearn that skill, myself.” 

Buggy’s spine tingled at the contact you gave him, shuddering from his skull to his coccyx and turning his body jelly beneath your words. He smiled back, his own eyes closing as he did so. You relinquished the contact between you, rocking back onto your heels and looking up at him with fondness. 

“So, how do you wanna-...” he trailed off, watching as you shook his head and lead him by the hand into the bedroom. You placed your towel against the bedside table and pulled the sheets back, scuttling your body beneath it while watching him remain awkward and rigid watching you. 

“Get in the bed,” you ordered him with a smile, patting the vacant space on the large bed beside you. 

Buggy couldn’t stop his mind from racing far further and drawing unwritten conclusions where there ought to be none. You were so beautiful, inviting a perfect stranger into bed with you to just sleep and enjoy each other’s company, nothing more. But what if something more did occur? What if he accidentally got so excited his body didn’t only flood his heart, but the other head that did half his thinking located beneath the waistband of the borrowed trousers-.

“-Sweetheart?” You broke him away from his thoughts, his eyes not once leaving yours while they glazed over, but finally drew themselves back into reality. 

“I didn’t get your name at the tavern,” he nodded, walking over to the bed and drawing the sheets back. His nose was immediately hit with the warm and welcoming scents of soothing lavender and eucalyptus as they wafted through the smooth sheets. 

“I’ve gone by a few over my travels, and you can take your pick of them,” you smiled, relaying the amassment of names you had gathered for yourself over time. He chuckled at a few of the alliterations and augmentations as you drew the list to a close. “Although, admittedly,” you bashfully began confessing, “I do like the way you call me ‘Doll’. It seems natural, or something.” You began lying beneath the sheets, lying on your side to watch him settle himself below them, “And what do I call you?”

“I’m in a similar way, Doll,” He smiled, reaching up and moving one of your rapidly drying strands from your face and tucking it behind your ear, “I’m the flashy-fool, the genius-jester, the clown-captain, the chop-chop devil-fruit eater, the infamous Buggy D Clown, but,” he floated his eyes over your hairline and drawing them over your exposed ear and traced down your jaw to settle on your lips, “I like the way you call me ‘Sweetheart’. Makes me want to believe it to be true.” 

“Well then, Sweetheart,” you commented, prompting his eyes to once more meet with your own, “I hope you’re able to get to sleep, some. You deserve to be well rested after everything you’ve gone through.” 

“As do you, Doll,” he smiled at you, his eyelids heavy and overburdened with the sultry song of sleep lulling him into its peaceful bliss. As Buggy closed his eyes, he felt the small brush of your fingertips as they met with his in the center of the bed while listening to your breathing become heavier and elongated between each inhale and exhale. 

It was nice, lying beside someone and enjoying their presence while you slumbered. Movements were, you thought, very minimal throughout the night. The way his body was draped over yours, his arm over your waist as your back was pressed firmly against his chest, told a different story. His lips were pressed firmly against your neck, the small swell of breath hovering over your skin in a repetitive and slow manner had you almost lulled back to slumber. 

Buggy’s bottom leg was straight, his top thrust between your own, prompting your knee to bend to make room for his thigh. You noticed your bottom hand had drawn up to collect the hand lying around your waist and lace your fingertips between them while the other was braced against his forearm. The softness of the experience had your heart swell, the morning bliss of a night of slumber free from expectation from one another had a smile find residency against your lips. 

“G’mornin’ Doll,” a lazy voice drawled from behind you, his lips pressing a small kiss against your exposed skin before his mind caught up with his foggy thoughts to tell him not to. You giggled at his kiss, allowing your heart to flutter and soar at the feeling of his lips brushing against you. 

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” you whispered back at him, refusing to roll over to break away from the comfortable embrace. You felt his lengthy eyelashes dance against your neck as he fluttered them to break from his slumber and relocate his mind as to where he was. 

“O-Oh, I’m sorry, Doll!” He flinched away, breaking from your embrace and scuttling away from you. You turned over to face him, a broad smile on your face as you shook your head at him. “I warned ‘ya I was a hugger. I didn’t mean to kiss you, honest! Shit, I’m sorry. You must think the worst of me: inviting a stranger into your house after feedin’ ‘em, bathing and sharing a bed. I’m so, so sorry. It just felt natural-.”

You took the opportunity to collect his cheek beneath your palm and draw his face close to yours, pressing a small kiss against his lips; prompting a muffled groan to depart from his lips and into your own. You smiled, attempting to withdraw from your claim on his lips, only to find him angling his body above your own. He rested his weight on his forearm and deepened the kiss you invited him to share with you.

Pressing down further, he ushered you onto your back to continue to place open mouthed and dangerously seductive kisses against your lips. His chapped lips danced expertly against your own, the laziness of the morning all but halting as the fire of desire began to build between you. He collected the scruff of the back of your neck beneath his fingertips, lacing them in your hair and tugging lightly on it, eliciting a gasp of shock from you. 

Groaning against your lips, you couldn’t stop your fingers from reaching themselves below his shirt and raking your hands against the cerulean hair beneath the cotton. He jittered away, a portion of his abdomen ticklish beneath your dancing fingers. You drew them over his back, scrawling them upwards to cradle his caging body further into you as your lips continued their heated connection. 

Before you truly knew what had become of you, you found yourself collecting the cotton material of the shirt within your fingertips and prying it off his torso and casting it to the side. You took the time to enjoy the artistry in the marble figure adorned with a soft margin of blue hair dancing atop his dewy flesh. His heart soared at the feeling of adoration beneath your gaze, but quickly his pride was eclipsed with lust once more as he witnessed the small peaks of your nipples hardening against your own shirt. 

Hastily, he lunged at you, removing your own shirt as hastily as you did his; although he opted to continue by prying off your shorts alongside them. Now in your nudity, he drank in every inch of you; from your toes, up to your calves, to your plush thighs that had his jaw clenching in anticipation, to the top of your groin presented to him. You held your thighs shut, not quite exposing how truly aroused you were by his actions. He drew his eyes up to your breasts and sighed, much akin to when he took the first bite of the meal you offered him the night before. 

A simple “oh fuck,” was all it took for you to remove the band of his pants from their place on his waist, the tip of his cock meeting his lower stomach with a small slap. Your face depicted your wanton desperation, your pupils blown to eclipse the color of your irises, as your hand drew itself to circle the base of his incredibly sensitive cock. The tip shuddered as he sighed out a shaken breath, the dewy drops of precum already coating the slit with its lubricants, swaying your body to respond by coating your entrance with a fresh wave of your own slickened arousal. 

You sat in silence, enjoying the exposure of your bodies in the light of the rays of the dawn. Buggy’s hands shook a little, static of anticipation depicted in the way his fingertips opened and closed with anticipation. You were both unsure how to progress from this point; Buggy with not having access to this type of affection in a readily way, and you also not having a romantic partner since your ex left. 

“Can I-?” He began, halting his words as you spoke at the same time.

“-Do you?” You asked him just as curiously as he did, halting as you heard his voice halt. 

Both of you laughed at your awkwardness, you scrunching up your nose as you sat upright. Hooking your arms beneath his shoulders and pulling him against yourself, falling backwards to meet your head with the plush pillows once more. He chucked as you drew him in once more for another kiss, his chuckle halting and evolving into a low, shocked groan as you opened your legs to him and hooked your left knee over his right hip. You ushered him closer, his body halting its decent and him sucking in a breath at your actions. 

You broke your kiss, sensing his apprehension and gazed up into his wide, teal eyes. You darted your eyes between his and floating down to his kiss-bruised lips before back up to meet his shocked expression once more. 

“We can stop if you want?” You both asked at the same time, eyes cracking in and upturned smile as you checked in with each other. Buggy placed a chaste kiss against your nose, trailing a sporadic fluttering arrangement of kisses over to your cheek and down your jaw as you both laughed. 

“Just thought I’d give you one final out, before I s-sink-...” he began, the tip of his cock twitching itself against your clit and brushing down your glistening entrance, prodding at the opening, “-In.” He groaned as he felt your body stretch around his tip, a small gasped whine pulling itself from your lips as the initial sting eased into the pleasant feeling of stretching wide to fully accommodate more of him.

Your eyes clamped tightly shut, wincing a little as he eased more of his impressive girth into you, his own eyes rolling back as he slowly sank into you. Crying out a little at the stretch, Buggy’s breath hitched, prompting him to lean up on his hands to hover over you once more. 

“Are you okay, Doll. I’m not hurtin’ you or anything, am I? I wouldn’t bare the thought of givin’ you any pain,” he cupped your cheek, coaxing your eyes to reopen under his palm and meeting his concerned eyes. 

“I-It’s just been a little while, Sweetheart. Just need t-,” you arched your hips upwards, your needy walls sucking more of his length into yourself. A low, rumbled groan pulled itself from your guest as the small patch of hair above his shaft met with your clit; fully sinking down into you, “-to adjust a little b-before you move, okay?” 

Buggy drew in a shaken breath through his parted lips, his eyes shutting tightly closed as he relished in the feeling of your warm core sucking him in so beautifully. The contraction of your walls as you adjusted to his length had him fall from his forearms, head finding residency against your neck and placing a flurry of open-mouthed kisses against your neck and shoulder. You whimpered at the sensation of being full as he lovingly grazed his tongue over your pulse and down to your clavicle bone. 

“You can move, if you want,” you whimpered, grinding your hips upwards to coax him on to move. 

“If I want?” he murmured into your shoulder, brow arching up as he circled his hips against your core, prompting a small cry to fall from your lips in bliss, “No, Doll. I want you to want it. I need you to tell me you want me to move. You need to tell me what feels good for you so I can treat you right, okay?” You whimpered again, crying out his name as he ground himself against you in a circular motion.

“Tell me what you want,” Buggy groaned his hoarse voice into your ear, his teeth nipping at your lobe and jaw, “Tell me.” His light whine had you throw your head back as you hooked your right leg over his left hip and grasped his ass-cheeks in fistfulls to hold him against you. You relished once more in the small twitch of his cock within your walls, quivering and awaiting instruction with anticipation.

“I want you to move,” You whispered in a breathy whimper, “I want you to fuck me.” You sought out his gaze with a small nudge of your forehead meeting with his, ushering him away from contact with your neck. He moved his head, gazing down into your eyes as he tested withdrawing his cock partially before resheathing itself within your warm walls. You mewled in bliss, his shuddered low groan mixing harmoniously with your tone. 

“Oh, f-fuck-...” He uttered, again testing a small thrust within you before immediately beginning a low and rolling rhythm of pistoning within your core. The flutter of your walls circling his cock had his eyes rolling back as more groans were pulled unrestrained and crying into the room. Your tone was not much different, crying out your bliss as you watched his face begin contorting in pleasure.

“O-Oh f-fu-... ngmm-f-... you’re s-so good at this,” you complimented him, his eyes snapping to meet with yours once more as you continued to praise him, “And you’re s-so pretty.”

“P-Pretty?” he laughed, picking up his pace with the rough clap of his hips meeting yours, “You think I’m pretty-... mm-ng-... like th-this?” He picked up his pace, his balls slapping against you with each powerful thrust of his hips. He relished in fully sheathing within you, grinding his hips against you to stimulate your clit as he pulled more pretty sounds from your lips. 

“I th-think you’re beautiful,” you confessed, your voice higher than you thought it ought to be as you cried out in bliss. Your stomach began to twist and contract, the feeling of an overwhelming blissful ignition of pleasure beginning to tighten. He groaned into you, his shuddered tone lulling into a soft growl at your compliments. His balls began to tighten against his flesh, feeling the stampeding approach of his own bliss beginning to hasten. His knob twitched within you, prompting a gasp to fal from your lips as you threw your head back.

“Y-You’re-...ah-h, fuck-... gorgeous, Doll,” He complimented you, your eyes meeting as you felt the familiar tingle in your toes as they curled behind him. You smiled as you hooked your ankles within one another and slowly drew your hands up to pull his neck into you for another meeting of your lips with his. He groaned and whimpered into your mouth, his staggering movements alerting you of how close he was to his release. 

“W-Where c-can-... fuck me-e-... I-...” He continued plunging himself into your walls, his jaw staggering as his glazed eyes began to prick at the corners as he concentrated on not finishing within you, no matter how much he desired to. Holding onto the approach of your own pleasure, you refused to have him pull out of you and release his seed over your stomach or into his fist. Feeling selfish, you held a seriousness in your eyes as you uttered your commands.

“I want you to fill me. I want you to empty yourself into me and keep fucking me through it until all I can think about is how good you feel,” you demanded, rocking your hips up to meet his stuttered movement. His eyes were wide, wild and frantic as he heard your confession continue, “Don’t you dare think of pulling out. I-I’m too close for y-you to stop. Please. Please, Buggy. I n-need you.”

“O-Oh, fuck. I-I’m cumming. Doll, I-I’m-... nmngh, fuck-... I’m f-filling you up. You f-feel it? I’m d-doing what you told me,” Buggy cried your name as he rocked his hips against yours as he emptied himself into you. 

Unsure if it was either his whimpered cries of bliss, the particularly hard slap of his staggered hips meeting your own, the ropes of his thickened load splashing within your walls with his cock twitching within you, or his admission of following your orders flawlessly; you clenched around his shaft in bliss as your walls contracted with a rhythmic thump as you allowed him to usher you through the waves of your high.

“Such a good boy,” you praised him, prompting him to wince out another broken whimper at your utterance. You cried out in your own bliss as the woven coil shattered and warmth spread throughout your abdomen to coat your body with the sparked radiance of your bliss. A sharpness of a bolt of lightning from a particularly harsh snap of his hips had your eyes rolling back and mouth hanging ajar as the plush trail of blue hair met with your clit and provided stimulus to have you scream his name. 

“Oh, fuck, Buggy! I-I’m-... I’m-,” you laced your arms around his shoulders and pulled him against you, his whimpers due to the staggered overstimulation of his rapidly reducing cock thrusting messily within you. He continued to shepherd you through your high as you arched your back into him, grinding your hips and thrashing below him as your ankles unhooked from behind his back. 

After your bodies rode through their mutual bliss, you gazed lovingly into the perfect stranger now coated with the beaded dewiness of the afterglow of a passionate entanglement. He managed to halt his panting breath to smile at you, collecting your cheek beneath his palm and drawing your forehead against his own with his eyes lulling closed. 

“Was that okay?” He asked you, his cock remaining sheathed within you and twitching within your final thumps of your orgasm. You laughed at him, scrunching up your nose with a simple: “It was nice.” He laughed at your echo of his own words back at him, the corners of his eyes cracking at the corners

“Thank you for taking me in and showing me there’s still kindness in this world, especially for the likes of me, Doll,” he brushed his large nose against yours, prompting a small giggle to fall from your lips as your breath caught up with you.

“You’re welcome, Sweetheart,” you whispered up into his face, brushing your lips gently with his, “And you’re welcome to stay for as long as you like.” You made to move away from him, only for him to wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull you in close as he could, burying his forehead into your neck. 

“I’d like that,” he hushed his tone to mimic your own as he placed one more lengthy kiss against your flesh and held you firmly. 

As the day floated into night once more, you ensured your guest was fell fed and watered throughout the hours he shared with you. His clothes hanging on the line still remained slightly damp, although you were certain he spilled a small amount of water on them to elongate a reason his stay with you further. 

Lounging casually with him on the plush sofa, you rested your head against his shoulder and began coloring a small sketch you managed to produce of him. There was something in the color of his eyes, something about the way his lengthy blue eyelashes framed his beautiful orbs within his sockets had you hypnotized as you shaded the circular lines you produced of him. 

He gazed half-lidded over your shoulder, watching as you captured his likeness within the parchment paper with pencils, brushes and charcoals littering the page. He hummed softly, pressing his cheek atop your hair as you held firm your focus against the sheet. 

Relishing in the bliss of sweet domesticity he never expected to come from a small kindness offered towards him, he allowed a small amount of sorrow to release from his heart as he heard the call of adventure on the seas whispering his name. 

“When I go,” he whispered into your hair, prompting you to halt your sketching with your ears pricking up, “Will you come with me, Doll? Sail with me and seek out inspiration?” You mulled it over in your mind, weighing up the consequences with the bliss you knew sailing brought you. 

“You’re all the inspiration I need, Sweetheart,” you confessed, leaning up to glance lovingly into his face, “And I’d be glad to sail with you. It’s been a while since I’ve traveled, you might have to help me get my sea-legs back.” You giggled, pressing a small kiss on his jaw with him sighing out a small laugh at you.

“I’d be happy to carry you everywhere until you do, Doll,” he uttered while closing his eyes, “repay you somehow for the kindness you’ve given me. Plus,” he arched his back down, brushing his lips against your neck with his mouth partially agape and leaving a small trail of his breath pricking your skin up beneath it, “I do love your legs, and I’d love to feel them wrapped around me again in any capacity.” 

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[najia-cooks]

فخارة العدس / Fukharat l'adas (Palestinian clay-pot lentils)

The name of this dish comes from "فَخَّار" ("fakhar"), meaning "pottery," and "عَدَس" ("'adas"), meaning "lentils." It is traditionally cooked in a قدرة ("qedra," clay pot) made from clay refined from local soil and shaped in family-owned pottery workshops. This type of pot is also used to make a lamb and rice dish of the same name commonly eaten in Gaza and Hebron. The qedra is filled with the cooking ingredients, sealed with a flour-water paste or with aluminum foil, and placed in a wood-fired oven—or buried in an earth oven—to cook for several hours, or even overnight.

This simple dish cooks red lentils with yellow onion, olive oil, and cumin to produce a smooth, earthy stew; additional olive oil and fresh lemon juice squeezed on after cooking add freshness and a tart lift, and شطة (shatta, red chili paste) is spooned in for heat.

As of 2019, the number of families producing qedra in Gaza had decreased from 40 or 50 to 3 or 4, according to workshop owner Sabri Attallah. The Israeli blockade which began in 2007 closed off foreign markets for Palestinian qedras, while cheaper, metal imports cut in on the local market. When the pots are exported to Israel, the multiple checkpoints and mandatory searches between Gaza and Israel cause many of them to break. The compression of Palestinians into small areas by Israeli government and settlers also spells problems for the qedra industry, as the smoke caused by firing pots reduces air quality for nearby residents. Many consider pottery-making to be both an integral part of Palestinian identity, and to be dying out: thus the targeting of Palestinians' economic self-determination targets cuisine and culture as well.

Today, Israeli weapons threaten Palestinian existence. Palestine Action has called for bail fund donations to aid in their storming, occupying, shutting down, and dismantling of factories and offices owned by Israeli arms manufacturer Elbit Systems.

For the lentils:

1 cup split red lentils, rinsed

1 yellow onion, chopped

3 Tbsp olive oil

1 tsp cumin seeds, toasted and ground

Salt, to taste

About 3 cups water

For the shatta (شطة):

100g (about 1 cup) fresh red chili peppers

2 tsp table salt

2 Tbsp olive oil

To serve:

Olive oil

Juice of 1/2 lemon, or to taste

Sweet peppers, radishes, spring onions, pickles, olives, leafy greens, shatta (red chili pepper paste).

Instructions:

For the shatta:

1. Wash peppers and remove stems. Use a mortar and pestle, food processor, or potato ricer to reduce peppers to a paste.

2. Add salt and stir. Add olive oil and stir. Store extra shatta in a jar in the fridge; cover with a thin layer of olive oil to avoid spoiling.

For the lentils (in the oven):

1. Coat the inside a piece of clay cookware of sufficient size, such as a Palestinian qedra or a Moroccan tanjia or tajine, with olive oil. Add the rest of the ingredients, followed by enough water to cover the lentils by at least an inch (about 3 cups). Make sure that the opening of the pot is completely covered (e.g. with a layer of aluminum foil, and then the pot's lid).

2. Place the clay pot in your oven and then heat it to 500 °F (260 °C).

3. Reduce the heat to 150 °F (65 °C) and cook for 2-3 hours, until lentils are mushy.

For the lentils (on the stovetop):

1. Heat olive oil in the base of your clay cookware, or a large pot. Add onions and cumin and fry briefly.

2. Add water and lentils and cook, stirring occasionally, for 10 minutes on medium.

3. Lower heat to low and cook for another 30 minutes, until consistency is smooth and mushy. Add water as necessary.

To serve:

Transfer lentils to individual serving bowls. Top with lemon juice and olive oil. Serve alongside shatta (which you may choose to spoon into your bowl) and fresh vegetables.

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[whiskeyghoul]

Green green dress || [Spencer Reid x F!Reader] Pt.2

A/N: Enjoy the longest chapter I have written thus far. I didn’t want to split it up into two parts but this is a long one as you can tell by the word count. I personally love it though, I am so happy with how it turned out and I hope everyone enjoys it. If you do please like and reblog to share. 

Read pt.1 here

Tags: Spencer is a munch, this is just smut, plot what plot?, shameless behavior, that boy is whipped, p in v, unprotected p in v.

Wordcount: 3.8K (are we ready to rumble?)

Dinner at David’s had gone over really well, the food was delicious as usual. Pork with lentils, he had explained it as an Italian tradition to ring in good fortune for the new year. You had sat next to Spencer, who so graciously had pulled out your chair for you to sit. Dinner was served and you chatted away the night, interrupted with bites of the wonderful food and sips from the red wine that paired beautifully with everything on the table. You had been in an interesting conversation with JJ who had sat across from you, Will by her side, when you felt a hand on your lower thigh. Slowly slipping up the side slit, under your dress. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked over towards Spencer, who was innocently conversing with Aaron. Quickly clearing your throat, trying to remain calm as you felt him graze his fingernails over your nylon stockings, closer and closer to the upper edge. Further up your dress than you would have deemed proper in any situation, especially with your colleagues around. Looking back to JJ, trying to continue your conversation like before. A flush dared its way onto your neck as Spencer started to trail his hand up and down your inner thigh languidly. His hand meeting where your stocking ended and your skin started. His finger hooking under the edge as he grazed the circumference.  

Quickly, your lips found the wine glass, taking a swig of the red wine to hopefully relieve some of the heat starting to swirl its way throughout your body. Your left hand traveled under the table and placed it over Spencer’s to halt his movements. You didn’t necessarily want him to stop, but rather pause it until the both of you got home. Instead of stopping he flattened his hand against your skin, his light touches turning to a squeeze of your thigh. You bit your tongue, not wanting to give anything away in case the other profilers at the table noticed what was going on. Your hand squeezed Spencer’s, causing him to finally interrupt his conversation with Aaron to look at you. You met his eyes, a warning look directed his way. “Are you feeling alright? You look kind of flushed.” Spencer stated, you could see a glint of mischief in his eyes as he spoke. “I think I just need some fresh air.” You stated as you scooted your chair back to stand up. Spencer let go of your thigh, hand quickly falling to his side. You got up, readjusting your dress as you excused yourself from your colleagues. “Let me get you a glass of water.” Spencer got up himself, heading to the kitchen as you walked to the patio. You didn’t need a glass of water, but you didn’t object to him. You knew, when you were together on the patio you could tell him off. 

Stepping outside was nice, the air was cool on your skin and wind ruffled your hair. Taking a deep breath did feel nice in the chilly air. The patio door slipped open and closed behind you, signaling Spencer had come to give you your glass of water. You turned to face him. He was holding a small glass, not holding it out to you but just kept it to himself. “Spencer. You can’t do that when we’re with our friends. If they saw, we would never hear the end of it.” You scolded slightly. He had been incredibly touchy all evening and Derek had made a comment already about how much PDA Spencer had been showing. He liked to tease your boyfriend about how whipped he was for you. Spencer wasn’t really helping his case this evening. “They already do. Besides, you are looking absolutely stunning and it’s taking way too long for us to get home. Dinner ended half an hour ago.” Spencer objected as he took a step closer to you. He set the glass of water on the side table that stood out on the patio. Freeing both his hands to grasp your hips and pulling you closer.

A small gasp escaped your lips as you were pulled against him suddenly. “Spencer, we can’t just leave straight after dinner. It would have been rude.” You explain, trying not to get lost in his touch. His hands wandered from your hips to your ass, grasping through the velvet to mold you to his body. “It’s rude that you walk around in this… dress.” He sounded almost frustrated as he spoke. Putting extra emphasis on the word dress. “You expect me to act normal when all I have been able to think about is you. How good you look, how sexy you look. When Derek looked at you all I could think about was how much I want to keep you all to myself.” He rambles off. It hit you then and there just how desperate Spencer was, the effect the dress had on him, the effect you had on him. You opened your mouth, wanting to speak but being cut off by Spencer for the second time that evening. His lips molding to yours, tongue invading in moments to press against yours. You reciprocated his kiss enjoying the taste of his lips mixed with the remnants of dessert from before. 

After a few seconds you pulled away, catching your breath for a moment. Spencer didn’t let up, kissing down your neck like it was his one purpose. “Spencer, please just, let me think for a moment.” You pleaded as he continued his onslaught. His lips on your skin were always intoxicating. He had memorized all the spots that made you weak in the knees. “Just, come home with me.” He muttered against your skin as his lips moved up to your ear. His left hand cradled the back of your head as he sucked the skin where your jaw ended. His cologne wafted up, enveloping your senses, clouding your mind even further. “Alright, alright.” You held back a moan as he sucked a bruise into your skin. You felt his lips curl into a smile, his feelings of triumph clear. He pulled away from your neck, pressing his lips to yours again, softer this time. His eyes filled with a puppy like joy as he seemed to get excited to leave. “We should at least say goodbye. Make up a lie that you’re not feeling well.” Spencer started, grabbing your hand and leading you back inside. 

Your entrance to the dining room was quick, Spencer already walking along to grab your jackets as you explained you weren’t feeling well. Assuring David that it wasn’t his cooking. Lying that you felt sick before coming and it had been the reason you had arrived late. Penelope had a certain look of concern, wishing you a speedy recovery and to feel better soon. JJ on the other hand, had a sly smirk on her lips as she caught on to the real reason you were leaving. Spencer returned, helping you into your jacket and ushering you out the door with a final goodbye to the team. Well wishes were called out as you left. The car ride to Spencer’s apartment was quiet mostly. Spencer had his hand on your thigh whenever he could. Once at the apartment building he had his arm around you the entire walk up. Already trying to slip off your jacket before even reaching the front door. You tried to shakily insert the key into the lock, twisting it open before nearly falling into the entrance way. Spencer had you pressed up against the wall before  you were able to turn the lights on. His hands were everywhere, as if they had been itching to touch you all evening. Like he hadn’t done so already. Your hands moved to his shoulders, forcing the jacket off his frame as he mimicked your actions. The articles hit the floor with a soft rustle 

His hand slipped under the slit of your dress, reaching up to grab everywhere he couldn’t touch before. Smooth hands trailing up your thighs, fingers hooking under your garter belt, unclipping them from your stockings. His hand pushed into your stocking, you could hear the delicate nylon rip, thanking your past self for getting a cheap pair. Your hands were in Spencer’s hair, cupping his head and pulling his face towards yours. Mouth finding his in a heated kiss. The soft curls slipping between your fingers. Spencer moved both hands to right under the swell of your ass, pulling you up until he lifted you off the ground. You got the memo, wrapping your legs around him to allow him to carry you away from the wall to wherever he wanted you. 

You were able to kick off your heels as Spencer walked you to the couch. The thud of your shoes hitting the ground sounds throughout the room. Your lips wandered from his, peppering his jaw with open mouthed kisses. A nibble here and there to tease. He groaned softly, from the back of his throat, like he couldn’t hold it in any longer. Gently, he lowered you onto the couch, sitting on his knees as he placed you on the edge. He looked at you, big brown eyes never leaving yours. Filled with such devotion and admiration. His lips were parted, beautifully pink as he breathed softly but labored. Pushing the velvet of your dress up until it piled up around your waist, exposing matching emerald lace panties and a garter belt. The straps that kept your stockings in place hanging down to the sides uselessly. His hands started at the edge of your panties. Slowly, gingerly, moving down and sliding the stockings down your legs with his movements. Goosebumps trailing behind his touch. 

Once the nylon piled on the floor Spencer’s hands moved up again. Up the back of your calves, to the sides of your thighs before he got to your hips. Your dress fell down slightly, covering the top edge of your panties back up. Though not for long. Although Spencer seemed to want to keep the dress on for as long as possible it seemed to be in his way. His hands pushed up the dress further as he simultaneously pushed you to lean back into the couch. Hips still teetering on the edge of the couch but at least this way the dress wouldn’t be in his way. “God, you look so beautiful. So perfect.” Spencer whispered as he leaned closer to you. His hands moving back down to your hips and starting to slowly pull down your panties. Exposing your already wet pussy to the slightly cool air. He kissed you, your hands moving to cup his face and hold him close. You didn’t want to break the kiss, needing him close and wanting to keep tasting him. “I need you Spencer.” You whimpered against his lips. Your legs wrapping around him absentmindedly. Like they were supposed to be there. 

“You said you’ll do anything I want.” Spencer pulled away from the kiss, eyes meeting yours, quoting your words back to you. “I did.” You reply, nodding your head ever so slightly. “I want you to lay still and be pretty for me. I want you to enjoy everything I will be doing to you. I want to hear you, every little noise of pleasure.” Spencer whispered, his eyes full of need. God you could drown in those eyes. You nodded your head again. The atmosphere was different from other times. It felt more charged, more electric. Spencer smiled, his hands made quick work of adjusting your position. Placing your legs over his shoulders, arms wrapping around so his hands lay on your pubic bone, right above the trimmed hair.

The position caused him to be face to face with your exposed pussy. He blew softly on your clit, the air causing a gentle shiver to move through your body. There was a certain extra sensitivity to you. Spencer’s eyes landed on the glistening wetness forming on your folds. You watched him lick his lips as he took a deep breath through his nose before he moved down. Starting at your pubic bone he slowly kissed downward. You moved slightly, urging him to give you some of the relief you needed. The heat in your body was growing, the want only increasing. Spencer let out a soft chuckle, it sent some vibrations through your skin but was nowhere near where you wanted it to be. “Spencer, stop teasing.” Your voice sounded whiney, desperate even. “How can I say no to you?” Spencer answered seconds before his tongue trailed a languid stripe up your pussy. A moan breached your lips as you finally had some friction applied to your sensitive clit.

Spurred on by the sounds you were making Spencer wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue against the bundle of nerves interchangeably. He was doing anything in his power to elicit sounds from you. Your hand traveled to his hair, grasping at the soft strands to keep him going. Softly pulling at it to urge him to continue. Your tugs at his hair caused a groan to be pulled from him, sending vibrations through your pussy only heightening your pleasure. "F-fuck, Spence. Feels so good.” You moaned, moving your hips to meet him and feel more of the delicious pleasure.

Spencer watched you intently as he continued to go down, one of his hands leaving your pelvic bone to trail down. You felt his finger part your folds, gathering some of the combined slickness of his saliva and your juices. He inserted it easily, your arousal making it effortless. He curled his finger inside, hitting that spongy spot that sent shivers throughout you. Wanton moans and praises fell from your lips as you felt your climax build. Spencer added another finger unexpectedly. You pulled his hair in response, unable to form words but needing to show just how close you were. “Come for me, I want to taste all of it.” Spencer pulled away for a moment to speak those words before he continued his onslaught on your clit. The combined efforts of his hand and mouth finally pushing you over the edge. 

The orgasm hit you like a wave, noises stuck in your throat as you felt your walls clench around Spencer’s fingers. Your hips bucked almost involuntarily and your thighs tightened around his head. Holding him in place as you rode out your orgasm. When finally the pleasure subsided you were left a panting mess. A muscle in your leg twitching ever so slightly leaving it shaking. You let go of Spencer, who sat up straighter and looked you over in your disheveled state. His hair was a mess, his lips and chin still covered in your juices shone in the dim light of the room. You watched him lick his lips. He seemed satisfied with his work though not satisfied sexually. That hunger still lingered in his eyes.

Your eyes glanced downward. The bulge straining in his pants looked uncomfortable, all that pressure couldn’t be doing anything good for him. Spencer, apparently noticing your look, smirked. “Already wanting more?” He teased his hands finding their way back to your waist. He moved you so you could feel his hard-on against your still sensitive pussy. A soft whimper escaped your lips as he ground his hips into you. The seam of his pants, rough against you, was just too much. The emptiness inside you begged to be filled by him. “Take ‘em off. I want to feel you.” you pleaded, putting on the best puppy eyes you could muster in your post bliss state. Spencer grinned softly, leaning in closer. His lips barely ghosting over yours. “You know I can't say no to you. Especially when you look like this.” He whispered before kissing you once, twice before he sat up straighter again. His hands left your hips and you could hear the clink of his belt unbuckling. Another rush of excitement flowed through your body. You already knew Spencer would do anything you asked, if you asked nicely, but to hear him say it was a whole nother thing. He couldn’t resist you. Like you were his own personal vice he did not even try to resist. 

His hands were fast, trying to get himself out of his pants. Your eyes followed his hand as he gave himself a few strokes as he finally released his erection from his pants. The groan that tumbled from his lips was pornographic. You could see the relief on his face at finally being freed from its confines. Your hand reached out to his tie, grabbing it and gently pulling him forward by it. Giving him a nudge in the right direction, if you will. You felt the tip push against your wet entrance, already wanting and waiting for him. Spencer used his hand to guide his cock into your waiting pussy, slowly pushing in, making sure you felt every inch going inside of you. It was torturous pleasure the way he was sinking in so slow. When he fully pushed inside you Spencer groaned again, from the back of his throat, it was needy and lust filled. He stayed still for a second. Basking in the feeling of you around him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, your walls clenching around him.

“I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you in this dress. All evening. I've only been thinking of this.” He said, letting his hand wander up your dress until it reached your breasts. Massaging your left breast through the soft fabric. You practically mewled at his touch. He dipped his head down, placing a kiss on your sternum, between the hills of your chest. Before he started to gently suck on the skin, creating a small bruise only meant for his eyes. He looked at you, at your dress that had ridden up to your waist, your disheveled hair, at the dark red mark he'd sucked into your chest, just how perfect you looked for him. 

When he started to move it took you by surprise. From the way he had pushed in and taken the time to look you over like you were his world. You somewhat expected him to take it slower than usual. Spencer did pull back slowly, but when he snapped his hips forward with speed and accuracy it made you gasp out in surprise. He hit that spot inside of you that sent ripples of pleasure throughout your body. “Oh, fuck. Spence.” You cried out as Spencer repeatedly thrust into you. Your grasp on his tie tightening as he pounded into you with vigor. Each thrust punctuated with the sound of skin hitting each other. Your lips parted to allow each whine and moan to pass. You knew the thing Spencer loved most was hearing your sounds of pleasure. His name passes your lips in breathless pants.

His rhythm was merciless. Spencer’s left arm wrapping around to pull you closer against him, his hand slipping under the fabric to touch your skin. The layers of bunched up clothing were hot. And even though you would rather take it off it seemed that Spencer was enjoying it to its fullest. His ragged breaths and groans indicate just the extent of his enjoyment. Whispered praises of “you feel so good.” and “so beautiful.” were heard between his groans though you were far enough to not be able to respond to his admirations. Especially when he moved his right hand to your pelvis. Thumb starting to rub your clit in figure eights. Adding pressure and stimulation that was bordering on overwhelming. He was fucking you like a man starved. Every time he hits that right spot inside of you causing white to flash before your eyes. He pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You let go of his tie, lacing your hands together behind his neck to pull him in for a kiss. Or more like needing to moan into his mouth. He eagerly swallowed every noise, his tongue slipping against yours drawing out more. 

You started moving your hips, meeting each of his thrusts as you got closer and closer. Using your legs anchored behind his back to draw him deeper with each thrust. Feeling that familiar knot in your lower stomach grow and tighten you knew it wouldn’t be long. And Spencer picked up on it immediately. “You're going to cum for me again, aren’t you?” He breathed, a satisfied smile on his face. He was awfully eloquent for a man who you knew was also bordering on hitting his climax. You knew by the way his dick was twitching inside of you, the way his rhythm would falter every few thrusts, the hoarseness in his voice, you knew exactly how to tell he was close. “‘M so close.” You managed to moan against his lips, tightening your arms around him. “I know, cum for me.” Spencer said as his pace didn’t let up. His thumb continued to rub your clit, speeding up ever so slightly. It sent you over the edge. Stars flashing before your eyes as the familiar waves of pleasure overtook you for the second time that night. White, hot pleasure. You couldn’t contain the loud moan that pushed through you, almost like a yell with its intensity.

He fucked you through it. Though his rhythm failed with your walls clenching around him so tightly. His hand left your clit in lieu of holding you tighter, fucking just to get himself off. He bowed down, his head in the crook of your neck as his hips stuttered to a slower halt. He groaned against your skin, sending vibrations through your skin as you felt the spurts of his spunk coat your insides. It was so hot. So incredibly full. With a few lazy thrusts he eventually pulled out, you could feel the slow drip of his cum falling out of you onto the leather couch but didn’t register it. Your eyes were focused on Spencer as he slowly sat up, heavy breaths as he raked his hands through his hair. Coming down from his high like you were. He looked so beautiful in the afterglow. 

“I’m sorry, I made a mess.” He apologized as he looked you over. Eyes landing on your pussy overflowing with his cum. “You better clean it up then.” You answered, slowly sitting up with heavy limbs. “We’ll have to get you out of the dress.” He said with a slight hesitance. Like he did not want to see you in anything else ever again. 

“Don’t worry. I think I will wear this dress more often.” You winked.

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[asplantbasedasican]

making my grandma proud soup ingredients: red lentils 1cup, yellow split lentils1.5cup, vegan cheddar 90g, 3 carrots, 2 vegetable bullions, spices to taste, top with crusty bread and green onions

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[cascadedkiwi]

A Grand Soup [Comfortember 2023]

Characters: Micah Yujin x “Angel” Visual Novel/Game: Error 143 Genre: Comfort (more fluff, I’m feeling) Summary: Because Micah shall not settle for any old simple soup. Word Count: 822

Prompt: 27. Soup

Micah’s happy voice sounds through the front of the house. “Angel~ I'm home!”

“In the kitchen!” she calls back. 

Micah practically trots into the kitchen with his nose in the air, dropping the shopping bags onto the island countertop. “Oh, you brought out the big pot!”

She giggles, turning from her stirring. “What did you bring home?”

She can almost see imaginary ears popping up from his hair as he lights up.

“Angel, I went down that market street you told me about? There was produce EVERYWHERE!” He starts pulling out ingredients from the various cloth and straw bags. “I got carrots… sweet potatoes… bok choy - I hope I said that right - tomatoes, corn, red and white onions…” 

Micah separates a smaller amount and pushes the pile across the counter to where Angel is waiting with her sharpened knife. She transfers all she can carry to the sink to wash and peel as necessary.

“Don't think I'm done!” He says excitedly, although there's no way she possibly could've when he came in with four large bags stuffed to capacity. She listens as he continues unloading his haul like a proud gatherer. 

“I didn't even know cauliflower came in yellow! I got the regular white, too. I got all four colours of sweet peppers, white and purple cabbage - why do they call it red? Red onions aren't even red, either!”

Angel chuckles at his tone, bringing over bowls to separate the prepped ingredients. Her husband’s insistence at an excessively wide countertop was currently much appreciated. They could host a full family reunion to this thing.

“I got a bunch of beans and stuff, too! I found those ‘lentils’ you kept asking about, and Lima beans, and black beans, red beans, split peas…”

“Micah Yujin, who are we feeding with all this?” She asks with a laugh. The carrots had been diced and she was on to the broccoli he had purposely not announced. Her eyes roamed over the various mushrooms and pumpkin, lighting up at the butternut squash.

“Me and you, my love,” he answers in a posh tone. “You told me to bring home veggies for soup. This will ensure we execute only the grandest soup possible.”

“It'll be healthy, that's for sure,” she murmurs as Micah pushes the bags to the opposite end of the counter. 

He goes over to the sink, washing his hands before returning with his apron hanging from his neck and a knife and cutting board in his arms. “You didn't think I was leaving you to prep all this alone, did you?” He gasps dramatically. “I'm hurt, my angel, that you think so little of me after living as my sweet wife all this time.”

“We've been married for three months, Yujin.”

“And clearly I haven't demonstrated myself enough in those 90 days, Mrs. Yujin.” He makes quick work of the onions, using the excuse to have tears accompany his exaggerated sniffling.

Cassie shakes her head as she sets aside a bowl of greens, clearing her cutting board for the cabbage. “My apologies, my sweet.”

“No!” Micah huffs with a pout, leaving the tears as he moves on to the bell peppers. “This is my failure as a husband. I am more than just a provider, a bringer of raw materials for sustenance. I must prove myself!”

Cassie raises an eyebrow as he pushes away the peppers, dutifully wiping his knife before smacking down a sweet potato. God bless him because as much as she loved the things, cutting them was a workout. She would gladly watch him strongarm that vegetable into submission for their pot.

Micah turned everything into a performance or a good time. Even with his antics he was an efficient kitchen assistant, and pretty soon everything they wanted was in the pot and bubbling away. 

He sniffs the air, a confused look on his face. “Angel, is the oven on?” He bent to look but couldn't tell.

“Should be,” she responds as she rinses the dishes. “I've got bread rising in there.”

She squeaks into a laugh as she's suddenly hugged from behind, dropping a - thankfully plastic - bowl. She squirms as Micah peppers her cheek with kisses. “It's just bread, babe, relax!”

“My Angel made bread from scratch with this timing and I must relax?” He asks incredulously. “I shall not!”

“I'm assuming that informing you that my first attempt at a garlic confit is also in there will earn me more physical affect- Wah!” She squawks as she's raised clean off her feet and walked out of the kitchen.

“Mm-mm, mm-mm” Her husband repeats in her ear. “You're not allowed to do this to me. You're showing me up.”

“Micah-”

“ I'm the giver in this relationship, missy. Stop stealing my love language!” They topple onto the large sofa where he smothers her and her protesting laughter in kisses. 

It's a good thing they have a rather loud and intrusive kitchen timer.

#comfortember #error 143 #micah yujin #cascadedkiwi wrote something

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Khloe kardashian adores you! (Part 2)

She'll stand up for you always

When people online were saying horrible things about you being Khloe's girlfriend

She came to your rescue

She told those people 'Leave my girlfriend alone!! Dont like that I'm with her? Tough shit!! Dont be mean to my girlfriend and go fuck yourself!'

She wrapped her arms around you in a protective manner

"Thank you for standing up for me baby". You said to Khloe

Khloe smiled. "No problem". She said. "I wont let anyone hurt you. I'll punch those dirt bags in the face if I have to!" She said

You giggled. "Khloe the protector". You kissed her as she kissed you back.

"Khloe MY protector". You said.

Khloe smiled as she kissed you again.

And you kissed her back.

"That's right". Khloe said. "I'll always be your protector".

"Oh Khloe" You said.

You gently put yourself on your girlfriend's lap as she held you.

"I love when you hold me". You said. You smiled at Khloe.

Khloe giggled and smiled too. "I love to hold you".

For date night Khloe cooked lentils and rice with shrimp and red peppers.

You were in the other living room putting a movie on the big screen tv on tubi TV.

"What movie are we watching babe?" Khloe asked you.

"The Strangers". You said.

"Oh". Said Khloe.

"I mean, we can watch whatever movie you wanna watch". You said.

"That's okay. I wanna watch any movie you want". Said Khloe.

You smiled.

"But if I get scared I'll hold your hand". Khloe said to you.

"Hehe okay!" You said.

After you and Khloe ate dinner at her house you fixed dessert.

A banana split for you and Khloe.

You and Khloe sat on the couch as she is the big spoon

And you as the little spoon

And you and Khloe watched the movie

When the man in the mask in the movie just stared at the girl

While the girl was in the kitchen

"Oh, my god!" Khloe gasped feeling anxious

You held Khloe in your arms

"It's okay baby. You're safe with me here". You said

Khloe kissed you. "You're so perfect".

You kissed Khloe again and again. "And you're amazing".

Khloe loves to cook for you

She can make a homemade pizza from scratch

She knows you love pepperoni on your pizza

She shows you in another ways that she loves you

Gives you so so soooooooo many hugs and cuddles and kisses

Buys you iced coffee when you and Khloe have an iced coffee date

Helps you clean the kitchen

And you'll help her by always doing her laundry especially when she travels for work

And she'll send you these text messages that make you smile

Like 'Hii baby. I miss you so much and I bet you look so beautiful as you do even without makeup! :) <3 3'

And other text messages like this: 'I love you so much. I feel so lucky that I get to facetime you and see your stunning blue eyes and your beautiful smile!'

And when you dont feel like cooking dinner on Friday she'll

Order you chinese food for you

And when you sleep next to Khloe you love how good she smells

And how she holds you in her arms all night long

#khloe kardashian #khloe kardashian x reader #kuwtk