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ooc missin u carlz :*

Text: Merepoop

Mere: I just like candy. I can't be kinky with it.

Brian: Oh, really?

Brian: May I remind you of your wedding garter, my Beautiful Blushing Bride?

#text:Ms #//10.18pm WHAAAAT

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Flufferson isn’t fun to poop with.

ba--ryann-h

You're so weird, Meredith.

#convo:ms #//you wanna put a bun in my oven?

mereditty

But who will I have to poop with?

ba--ryann-h

Uhh... Flufferson?

#convo:ms #//i am indeed an oven

Text: Merepoop

Mere: Candy isn't kinky, I just want to innocently eat it.

Brian: Uh huh.

#text:ms #//11.10pm bitch

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Cookies With Sugar || Breredith

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They both knew how this was going to end. Meredith was going to be stubborn until she finally conceded, and it seemed as that time was getting closer. As he wrapped her legs around his waist Meredith tightened them and encircled her arms around his neck. He didn’t even need to pull her closer because she had pressed into him as his lips ran down her neck. “I love you too, Brian. So so much.” She kissed him sweetly but the actions did not match the sweetness of her kiss. Her hands slowly sank down to dip her fingers underneath the collar of his shirt before continuing down to lift his shirt up and over his head, watching him only as she balled it up so she could toss it across the room. Only did she break eye contact with a wince when there was a clang of the shirt knocking a plastic cup to the ground. “Oops…”

Pushing him back, Meredith hopped down and gave him a meaningful look as she picked up the cup. “It’s empty, we’re good,” she turned pink as she set the cup back on the table and put his shirt beside hers. Coming back to her cookie station, Meredith acted as if she didn’t just remove clothing from his body and continued mixing up the batter. As she finished with that, she looked at the pre-heating oven and decided that she had some time to give him at least one more kiss. She reached out her arms for him and pulled him forward by his pants. “You’re too distracting for these cookies,” she whispered to him, her thumb tracing patterns gently across his skin. “Maybe I won’t share them,” she teased as she got some of the cookie dough on her finger and pressed it against his mouth. “That’s all you get,” and she kissed him again.

Meredith had kept her lips against his for a while. The oven beeped. Smirking softly, she stepped back again and turned to the counter once again. However this time, Meredith reached around her and took Brian’s hands and manipulated his hands into making little cookie dough bits and putting them on the pan, which took longer than it would have if she used her own hands. There was still at least a third of the bowl left once all the space had been taken up on the pan (and it was likely that the cookies would run together and merge into one or several really big cookies). Stepien aside (aha), Meredith gestured for Brian to put them in the oven, “You can do that while I eat this.” Meredith grinned mischievously at him while she hopped back on the counter, bowl in hand. Reaching into a bag and getting a handful of the powdery substance. As soon as Brian faced her again, she took a deep breath and blew the handful of flour at him.

ba--ryann-h

It was so very easy to get lost in Meredith's cutesy charm that he had always found oh-so-alluring and he smirked and grinned and gave her smug looks dripping with flirtatious intent every time she kissed him. When she removed his shirt, his eyebrows made for his hairline, and he gave her the smuggest look yet, and as they made the cookies together, he couldn't resist resting his lips just against her neck and breathing heavily as she moulded the cookies with their conjoined grip. Brian felt as though he were quite good at guessing what she was planning, and in all honesty, he had expected her to do something silly like start a food fight. What Brian had not expected was for her to blow flour in his face.

He put on his best Very Grumpy Face as he sneezed and brushed the white powder off of his face and attempted to shake it out of his hair. "Meredith," he warned sternly, before he adopted a sultry expression and spoke to her huskily. "You have no idea what you just started." He sidled up to her, and stood between her legs, with his hands slapping onto the table on either side of her, essentially caging her in. He slid forward until his chest was touching hers, playfully dropping his lips to her neck again whilst sneakily reaching for the eggs on the counter behind her. "Really," he said, kissing up to her ear and nibbling it. "You know that I never lose."

And, with that, he clapped the egg between her shoulder blades, grinning at her as the sticky fluid coated his fingers and ran down her back.

Brian put the crumpled remains of the egg shell into the bowl that had the other egg shells in it (he didn't want the shell to scratch her or something, even though that was highly unlikely). He smeared the rest of the raw egg across her back, looking amused as he ran his fingers along her bra strap and found that the raw egg had soaked through there. "Hmm, we can't have this, now, can we?" He asked, raising a brow and flicking the strap. He smirked, and, with a flick of his finger, the bra strap came undone and the ends of the bra leaped towards her armpits. "Oh, no! My finger slipped!" Brian's smug expression brought the opposite message, though, especially as he kissed her nose and grabbed a paper towel to wipe her back clean.

#para:cookies