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The yakuza merely scoffed and crossed his arms. “Yeah right, I’ve tasted a lotta great food before doubt your’s is anything special.” And honestly after that incident Fuyuhiko was highly hesitant on trying anymore of Hanamura’s food, even if it did taste amazing last time. However the smell drifting though his nose at present was very tempting, but he resisted.
“What are ya even cooking anyway? Something with miso?”
Making a guess as he glanced at the various ingredients on the counter. “…Guess it smells pretty good….But I doubt it tastes any better.” Coming closer as he made a move to pick up a packet of the stuff examining it without asking.
Teruteru doesn’t bother entertaining those rude remarks as he steadily works on his newest masterpiece. “ Do you want me to whip you something up with miso in it? Because I thought a savory seafood dish would be good enough for the yakuza heir.” He looks into the pot and watches as the large lobster tail turn from a simple part of a sea crustacean to a dish that Roylaty dined on.
That’s what has always fascinated him and kept him cooking. The mere act of putting things together that on their own are ok ( or in some cases inedible) and mixing it with similar things and concocting something that courtiers would sing praises to during feasts. It also helped that it is a skill that is needed to survive.
“ So what do you want with the lobster tail and steak? I can make some bread, rice, or whatever. I just have to know so I can fulfill your desires....unless you have other desires that need to be filled with my, other talents.”
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Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.
Look, the succubus didn’t even know how she wibded up celebrating new years at some highschool party. At this point she was just sitting down waiting for midnight to come so she could leave before anyone realised how she wasn’t drunk, despite the ammount of drink she had downed. The last thing she expected is to have some little gremlin try to kiss her. Of course, she moved her head a little late, and the kiss landed on her cheek
“Name one reason I shouldn’t blow this party popper right in your face”
Teruteru shakes his head as he leans in dangerously close to the girl’s face. He hasn’t seen her before in the school so most likely she’s the relative of one of the students here. And my my is she delightfully pretty.
“ Because darling it’s the new year and I promised my self to start this year off with a bang and a lady.” He purrs out the last part as his arm silently wraps around her waist and starts to pull her even closer. “ You my fiery Madame is the first person that I saw when I made the promise. So it had to be fate!”
“ So Tell me! Did you enjoy my party snacks? It’s only fitting that the best school in the world lets the best chef cater!” He picks up an finger food and takes a small bite. “ Delicious! Try!” He lifts the snack to her face waiting for the magical bite.
😲 ((Imsosorry-))
NEVER BE SORRY FOR TERUTERU MASTURBATING)))
Teruteru eyes widen as he turns his head and sees the girl standing there. Eyes just as wide as his and mouth hung low. He glances back down and sees that his hand is still resting on the middle section of his thick cock. “ Hello~ Wish to help me?” He smirks as his masturbaition hand leaves the penis to grab a blanket. With a quick swish he lays it on his lower half.
“WHOA. I uh!”
She’s a bright red. Vani quickly covered her face. All types of flustered. “Maybe lock the door next time?!” She quickly closes and locks the door behind her.
“I um…help with uh..‘that’?” Vani points to it, bright red.
He shakes his head and lifts his finger to say ‘ a moment.’ “No no! It’ll go away with time! Now.” He quietly grabs the porno mags stuffed behind him and quietly slides them down the side of his bed. “ What brings you here? Do you need any cooking, baking, or other accoutrements that I can provide? Or do you need something… more?”
“I…”
She catches herself staring. Then shakes her head to keep her attention away from…‘there.’
“I…actually wanted to talk to you about something? Yeah. That’s it..” Still staring. And still unable to get that image out of her head. “It’s kinda important and something I need to get off my chest.”
He turns and looks at her with full attention. “ Yes? What is it?” He starts to will his boner away by thinking about his mother, and sex and mom is two things that never went together. The woman seemed to be too pure to know about sex and all other perverted things, but she did have three kids so she had to know enough about it to replicate it. But a part of him refused to accept that instead opting for the childhood explanation she gave him: one day she was cooking and a fairy blessed an oven baked dish so when she pulled it out of the oven a baby Teruteru was there instead of a cake!
“I um..”
Vanilla stayed silent for a bit, looking away this time. Trying to think of what to say. At least she was less flustered now but still blushing faintly. After a few seconds of staying silent, Vani looked at him.
“What if I said that..I might like you? I-I mean. I know you probably get that a lot and all but..”
“ Like me?” This can’t be happening. A girl is saying she likes him. Him. Dopamine starts to rush through his veins as he slides his pants back on and rushes over to her. “ Well darling dearest I would say naturally! Now tell me about these feelings. Feelings are the spice of life!”
Beef tenderloin with chimichurri I made for Christmas dinner
SENTENCE MEME ⟶ LEGACIES / 1.07 always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
“I’m no stranger to death, but that doesn’t mean I want to talk about it.”
“Why write to the dead? I don’t see the point.”
“I’d rather not think about it at all.”
“Lately, death keeps knocking on my door.”
“Was that really necessary?”
“Why would I help you? I’m in chains.”
“This indignity will not go unpunished.”
“Answer my questions, or I’m gonna peel your skin off like a grape and shower you with battery acid.”
“The way you’ve treated a man of my stature –– you should be ashamed.”
“Literally nobody knows who you are.”
“I take it things aren’t going well.”
“Necromancy is everywhere in occult literature.”
“Is there anyway to stop him from bringing back dead people?”
“Evil never takes a holiday.”
“I think after the week he’s had, he needs a nap and a therapist.”
“You have a powerful scent of death on you.”
“I won’t fall for your mind games.”
“Such creatures only exist in fiction.”
“Who’s responsible for this vile affront?”
“My mind is a steel trap.”
“Do you ever just say things once?”
“It is the sign of my worst existential nightmare.”
“So you think I’m going to die again?”
“I’d like to get to the bottom of how you murdered me.”
“I’m glad to hear even evil creatures don’t like Nazis.”
“The subconscious has a way of protecting the mind from the trauma of death.”
“Not a word of this to [name].”
“I wish I could say something that would help.”
“Killing her was an accident, but it doesn’t make her less dead.”
“The only advice I can offer you is to find closure.”
“Someone who was taken from us too soon can haunt us forever.”
“Holy mother Mary of demons.”
“I can also see Jesus, but that’s another can of worms.”
“You have no reason to fear me, I assure you.”
“You’re basically the Grim Reaper!”
“Oh, the Grim Reaper was a carnival sideshow act.”
“He was good for my business, always killing people.”
“He and I did our fair share of drinking here when he was at his most murdery.”
“You want to know if he’s at peace or suffering.”
“May I present the door of my subconscious.”
“Unbelievable. He ditched me!”
“If he’s going in search of answers, I need to be there when he finds them.”
“This is a little much, don’t you think?”
“And to think you said you didn’t like mind games.”
“I love you. I would never hurt you.”
“He died because of me, but that was his choice. I came to terms with it.”
“I’ll never forgive what I did to you.”
“I’m not trying to punish you.”
“I knew that you’d never hurt me, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t scare me sometimes.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“No one should ever have to be alone like this.”
“If I’m going to be a vampire, I have to be strong enough to deal with everything that comes along with it.”
“People get hurt if I’m weak.”
“How could you be so reckless?”
“I am grieving, and maybe you should try that instead of pushing everyone away.”
“Don’t you dare play disappointed dad because you are not my father!”
“That which I seek is that what did me in.”
“I had work to do and you had lessons to learn.”
“What does that mean? Well, let’s just hope you’re not alive to find out.”
“Apologies for the melodrama.”
“I was stalling you. Just as I am stalling you now.”
“He did die with love in his heart and he doesn’t regret his choice.”
“He won’t find peace until you do.”
“I’m not sure how to fix it.”
“She told me she wanted me to be a better man. Can you help me with that?”
“Today I saw a glimpse of what true loneliness feels like.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t have your back today.”
“He’s probably going to be mad at me for awhile.”
“I wonder if we can finally get some quiet around here.”
Send me “✧” to catch my muse in nothing but sexy underwear.
Alternately, send “✦” for my muse to catch yours.
😲 ((Imsosorry-))
NEVER BE SORRY FOR TERUTERU MASTURBATING)))
Teruteru eyes widen as he turns his head and sees the girl standing there. Eyes just as wide as his and mouth hung low. He glances back down and sees that his hand is still resting on the middle section of his thick cock. “ Hello~ Wish to help me?” He smirks as his masturbaition hand leaves the penis to grab a blanket. With a quick swish he lays it on his lower half.
“WHOA. I uh!”
She’s a bright red. Vani quickly covered her face. All types of flustered. “Maybe lock the door next time?!” She quickly closes and locks the door behind her.
“I um…help with uh..‘that’?” Vani points to it, bright red.
He shakes his head and lifts his finger to say ‘ a moment.’ “No no! It’ll go away with time! Now.” He quietly grabs the porno mags stuffed behind him and quietly slides them down the side of his bed. “ What brings you here? Do you need any cooking, baking, or other accoutrements that I can provide? Or do you need something… more?”
“I…”
She catches herself staring. Then shakes her head to keep her attention away from…‘there.’
“I…actually wanted to talk to you about something? Yeah. That’s it..” Still staring. And still unable to get that image out of her head. “It’s kinda important and something I need to get off my chest.”
He turns and looks at her with full attention. “ Yes? What is it?” He starts to will his boner away by thinking about his mother, and sex and mom is two things that never went together. The woman seemed to be too pure to know about sex and all other perverted things, but she did have three kids so she had to know enough about it to replicate it. But a part of him refused to accept that instead opting for the childhood explanation she gave him: one day she was cooking and a fairy blessed an oven baked dish so when she pulled it out of the oven a baby Teruteru was there instead of a cake!
😲 ((Imsosorry-))
NEVER BE SORRY FOR TERUTERU MASTURBATING)))
Teruteru eyes widen as he turns his head and sees the girl standing there. Eyes just as wide as his and mouth hung low. He glances back down and sees that his hand is still resting on the middle section of his thick cock. “ Hello~ Wish to help me?” He smirks as his masturbaition hand leaves the penis to grab a blanket. With a quick swish he lays it on his lower half.
“WHOA. I uh!”
She’s a bright red. Vani quickly covered her face. All types of flustered. “Maybe lock the door next time?!” She quickly closes and locks the door behind her.
“I um…help with uh..‘that’?” Vani points to it, bright red.
He shakes his head and lifts his finger to say ‘ a moment.’ “No no! It’ll go away with time! Now.” He quietly grabs the porno mags stuffed behind him and quietly slides them down the side of his bed. “ What brings you here? Do you need any cooking, baking, or other accoutrements that I can provide? Or do you need something... more?”
😲 ((Imsosorry-))
NEVER BE SORRY FOR TERUTERU MASTURBATING)))
Teruteru eyes widen as he turns his head and sees the girl standing there. Eyes just as wide as his and mouth hung low. He glances back down and sees that his hand is still resting on the middle section of his thick cock. “ Hello~ Wish to help me?” He smirks as his masturbaition hand leaves the penis to grab a blanket. With a quick swish he lays it on his lower half.
Send a 😲 for your muse to walk in on mine masturbating!
OR Send a 😰 for my muse to walk in and catch yours masturbating.
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Continued from here
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Teruteru happily obliges in the blonde’s request as he snuggles his plump body against her thin one. “ What a beautfiful night don’t you think?” He asks cheerfully, almost too cheerfully. Almost as if someone, or a close pharmacist peer, has drugged him and gently guided him here.
“ You’re such a kind woman for taking me in when it’s so cold out there!” He cries out as the summer moon gleams on his pale fully dressed body.
“You’re damn right I am!”
Miu got confortable again, not minding the company. She was in a silky pj tanktop and shorts, her hair wrapped up in a messy bun with a headband to keep flyaways taim while she slept. Normally she would never let anyone see her like this, but Teruteru a was friend, and still relentlessly referred to her positively.
“The night would be so much more enjoyable if you shut up.”
She gave him a light pat on the cheek, no intention to actually hurt him.
He merely nods and burrows into her back. The subtle firmness of the young woman always gave him a vague sense of his country days where most everyone had to do some hard lifting or fixing before being able to come into the dinner and eating the tiredness away.
He’s glad that she’s come to the school and into his life. It’s surprising that hardly anyone besides her really understands the true beauty of sex and having a dirty mind. It was almost magical that she wears a bdsm belt ( at least that is what he assumes it is) around her waist at all times during school. Almost to remind them that sex made them and they’ll participate in it too.
He sighs as his breath slowly tries to sync up with the other’s. It seemed to be an involuntary flirting technique, breath like the person to get into their pants.
CLOSED STARTER
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You know, Blythe was expecting a normal morning. To wake up in the familiar dark room of her dorm, surrounded by dolls covered head to toe in stitches and pins. It started like that, sure, as she got ready for the day, pulling on her underwear and putting her clothes on over it. It was until she walked out the door, she heard the fluttering of paper. She backs up, and turns back to her closed dorm room, and sees a pink piece of paper taped to her door. It smelled of food and faintly of sweat.
Reading the note was kind of like having forks in your eyes, It was painfully sappy and mushy to read. Something about another Ultimate wanting her to try some food or something ridiculous. It must have been that chef looking guy, the one with the really funnily proportioned body, who had been following her to her every class, watching her. Little does he know, she practically has eyes in the back of her head, and she decided to entertain him a bit, and let him watch.
He had a signed autographed picture of him in the corner, doing finger guns and winking those beady little pig eyes. Blythe decided to once again entertain him, as she headed for the kitchen.
As she walked, people were gasping and looking at the pink note in her hand, whispering. Blythe could somewhat pick up what was being said: “Hanamura strikes again!”
“That poor girl! She has no idea!”
“Maybe she’ll be the one to put a boot up his ass or something to finally get him to stop…”
“He doesn’t know when to quit!”
It would appear she was not the first to receive this pink piece of paper. How unfortunate, she had thought she was a lucky, unique one! Well, she was unique, but maybe not so lucky to have gotten this note.
Entering the kitchen, she called out into it, in a most sultry tone.
“Hanamura-saaaaaaaaaan~! I have arrived! Are you hoooome~?”
Once the strange chubby goblin man entered her line of vision, she almost laughed. Almost. She kept it in, and released it as an exhale. “Why have you summoned me, Mr. Teru~?” She’d purr out a question, honestly just fucking with him at this point.
Teruteru had been observing the peculiar woman from the distance for a few weeks. Such a lonely woman who needs someone to help her out. A true romance should do it, and teruteru is the most romantic chef around! And it also helped her that he inwardly associated the occult women with them being freaky as shit in bed.
When she enters his domain a smirk grows upon her face. The calling card worked! He turns around with a smirk and leans against the counter top. “ Why hello there~ I’m glad you can come my mystique woman. Can I interest you in a dish, or do you want something more… Sensual?” He smirks as he gets off and slowly approaches the woman like a car stalking their prey.
He’s heard so much about this girl. Like she couldn’t feel anything emotion wise, she can control people to be her servant, and wildly enough she was an alien from outer space. He couldn’t believe that one for sure, it did come from the ultimate conspiracy theorist after all. But he had to see if the rest were true for himself. He finally gets close enough to the woman and slowly moves his hand to where it hovers above her ass. Mere inches from grabbing a handful of that rump, and that excited the chef.
“ So do you want a dish from a city chef or do you want to taste the city chef yourself, hm?”
Huh. Oh. THAT’S why he invited her. She sees now. It might be funny to drag this out for a while. See where it leads her. And then she can step on his dream to fuck her without much thought; as she did with anyone who fell in love with that gap in her teeth or her pretty grey eyes. “Hm, I’d honestly love to see what those hands can do. See if you can make my favorite. Dynamite sushi rolls, with Chinese beef dumplings and ika on the side~ Impress me, Mr. Suave. I want to see if coming alllll the way down here was worth it!” She’d chirp back a flirty comment, obviously ignoring the sensual comments and gestures. She knew this game he was playing, and it was a game she usually topped the “leaderboards” on. The objective? To act just oblivious enough to get his hopes up. Then, deliver the finishing blow.
Let’s see if she can top her own high score! “I mean, if that’s too much for you to handle, I can just leave, you know.” She’d pout, finding a seat on the other side of the counter, crossing one leg over the other. She leans on the counter, ideas brewing like a witch’s cauldron in her head. She could control him and make him fuck up her expectations so she can belittle him, or she could just play along further.
Perhaps the smartest thing to do was to play along. Plus, making his voodoo doll would take too long! So, Blythe was gonna stick to the plan. “A big, strong man like yourself…I wonder if you can succeed where others have miserably failed~!” She’d giggle, mostly at the fact that she called him “a big strong man”, but also at the fact of how he was eating this stuff up like a kid in a room full of candy.
He smirks at the woman and turns around. “ Only that my darling? Hm, you have to come up with something more challenging!” He chuckles as he starts up the stove and oven and heads to work.
He flies through the cooking process making every step look like something a toddler could do. He even performs some tricks for the girl, like tossing knives in the air and letting them come down to cut ingriedents in half. His thoughts slowly buzzed out in the back of his head as he continues his work. He doesn’t even bother to speak to the girl; almost feeling cocky enough to know that his work would be enough entertianment for her.
He finishes and plates the dish magnificently before gently pushing it across the table to her. “ Go ahead and dig in my darling! There’s more where that came from if you want it, and I can make something else if you need. Unless, do you want me to show you a few personal tricks?” He grins at the girl before turning around and starts to clean. Another thing his mother taught him: Always clean up when your done with a dish.
Blythe’s seen better knife juggling at that creepy carnival in America, so his show of knife work wasn’t really getting to her. A big part of her hoped a knife would land somewhere undesirable upon failure. But that’s just Blythe being fucking crazy. She sees the dish, and has to admit, it’s rather mouth watering. One bite in and she feels her mouth….well, orgasm. She doesn’t say a word, though, and continues as if the Ultimate Chef hadn’t just cooked this for her. She offers a smile once she finishes up everything.
“I must say, it wasn’t exactly bad, but it was, well, amazing. But, what expectations SHOULD I have for an Ultimate’s cooking?” She’d grin, wondering if she could just mind control him from where she was sitting. Hm. Maybe when she needs something from him.
She leans on her elbows, exposing just a tiny bit more cleavage, to tease him further. A wistful sigh leaves her lips, as she sits there, trying to think of something fun to say to mess with him.
“How are you at baking? As the queen of all things sweet and delicious, I could really go for one of those really jiggly and fluffy cheesecakes they make right here in Japan~” She’d purr, beckoning him closer with a fingerless gloved finger. She seems to adorn herself in spikes and other such punk accessories, though her necklace was a patchwork doll head full of pins, which was connected to a spiked collar. Maybe she really WAS into that kinky shit!
“Perhaps I can assist in creating one of those bouncy, voluptuous cakes~?”
His eyes widened again as he nodded. “ Ah those viral little things. I can easily make those! Ha! Don’t you worry your little self I don’t need any help.” He smiles at her as he walks over to wash his hands once more to ensure that he’s ready to start.
“ How about instead you show your voluptuous cakes?” His nose tingles reminding him to not think about sex while making cakes with their own jiggle effects. Instead he shakes his head and pulls out bowls, pots, pans, and weights for everything he needs. “ You always want a metric weight for these things because the other kind isn’t accurate.” He explains to the woman as she, hopefully, watches him at work. “ You’d be awfully surprised at how many people make that mistake. It’s something only country bumpkins will do, heh.”
Once all of his supplies are laid out he starts to quickly pull out the nescarry ingridents before pausing at the storage room for flavors and extracts. “ Do you wish to have a normal cake or do you want something daring?”
❝ I GOT TWO FREE TACOS! ❞ ((sorry lmao))
Teruteru only shakes his head. “ Goodness! I hope you don’t get the ones packed with nothing but Junk food!” He shudders at the thought of a taco made out of chips and filled with almost nothing but meat and cheese.
Starter for @pk-punk-fire~
Teruteru was always a little skeptical about ultimates who are of the supernatural variety. His mother taught him that at an early age: always trust people when they talk about who they are and what they do, but always with a healthy amount of skepticism. So naturally he was skeptical of this Ultimate PK user.
“ Hello!” He says cheerfully as the user enters the kitchen. “ Welcome to the Ultimate kitchen! Usually it’s full, but today I’m just here cleaning!” Another thing his mother taught him. To clean up his mess and sometimes others if they leave a huge mess for some poor soul to clean up. Even if they were ultimates it doesn’t mean they have to be rude to the janitor!
“ Do you need a snack? Or a recipe? Or?” He turns his back to the PK user as he finishes cleaning up his last dirty pot. Now he had to do the rest. This was going to be a long evening indeed.
There was probably some skepticism on her end but, she’s usually laid back and will usually trust just about anyone. Actually she trusted just about anyone if they came off as a good person and the other she was talking to did.
“Guess I came at a good time then?” She doesn’t do well with a lot of people. Ends up making her anxious.
“Don’t really need anything. I actually kinda heard about you and thought I’d meet ya in person. I go by Vanilla, by the way. But I also go by Nilla or Vani. Which ever is easier.” She gave off a light smile.
At least she was pretty friendly.
“ Well then Nilla!” He finishes drying his current dish and turns to face her. “ Are you a box of chocolates? Because I want to take your top off.” He shamelessly flirts. Normally he starts off with the flirting, but today she so happened to come in when his mind wasn’t focusing on beauty and love and instead of home. So she gets the sad homesick rendition of his usual schtick. “ Ha. Sorry about that. I just do that with everyone I meet and I have a reputation to keep up.”
“ Say do you ever miss your home? Your family?” It always made him feel better if he talked about home with someone else. It always takes his mind off of his mother and wether or not she’s doing alright. Letters were deceiving indeed and the next parent visit was months away. So he just had to make do with talking about it. “ I certainly miss mine. My siblings and my mother are so far away and I just can’t help it.”
He smiles sadly as he looks at the girl. Obviously waiting for a response.
She actually..kinda snickered at the pick up line attempt. Instead of how others would probably cringe or whatever. “Reputation, huh?’
“My family? I mean..don’t really got one but if I did, yeah. I would really miss them..”
Vanilla immediately could pick up on his current feelings. Something was definitely making him sad. Obviously family wise.
“…How about you take a break for a bit so we can sit and talk?”
He smiles at the girl and puts down his cleaning utensils and sits down. He lets out a long winded sigh before looking at her.
“ I just miss my mother. And I’m worried to death about her. She’s been sick as of late, and even though my younger siblings promised me. I… well I sometimes feel like I’m the only one who really helps out with the household and the restaurant. To be totally honest I’m thinking of just dropping out and going back to help her out full-time.”
He was surprised to say the one thing he’s been keeping secret to himself for the past month out to a complete stranger. Yet here he was, saying it to her. Maybe it was because she was a stranger and not a peer who would try to guilt trip him into staying. A person who really doesn’t care about you really is a good therapist in all honesty.
At least she was a good listener. And despite being a stranger, Nilla did look pretty concerned. Possibly even felt bad for him.
“If you’re that worried, maybe ya should drop out. I mean, family is honestly way more important than anything else. Especially if it means they’re really ill.”
Hopefully what she said might help. If she was in the same situation, she’d probably leave school too and head right back home.
He nods before standing up. “ Thank you for your advice miss Vinilla. I’ll go and do that, but if I get sent back by my mother then I guess she’s okay. I’ll go next holiday break and announce it then. So, as a sort of thank you for listening to me. Do you want anything to eat? As a young urban chef who knows his way around the kitchen I must show you my talents somehow.”
He walks around to the series of ovens placed perfectly to form an island of flame and bake. “ So do you want a sweet? Or perhaps a rich dish with truffles on it? Or…” He trails off with a strange smirk. “ Do you want something more?”
“ Maybe a hands on crash course through the true passion of life! The one thing that involves as much time and effort as cooking does! Maybe you need to be boiled and creamed on until your weak and a master piece!” He cries out with a sudden renewed horniness.
“No prob! Glad I could help! Also just..call me Nilla, alright? No need for the formal stuff.”
She just gave off a light smile. Definitely felt pretty nice knowing she was able to help someone out. “Uh. Sure!”
The red head just listened..
Until he started talking like ‘that’. But surprisingly…didn’t cringe or call him a perv. If he were to look back at her, she was currently blushing. A lot.
“…Um.”
He smirks at her red face. “ What darling? Do you wish to be lightly kneaded and slowly baked? Because I don’t have to turn up the heat. I can keep everything at a slow roast.” He puts emphasis on the t at the end of his sentence.
He opens up several cabinets and fridges to reveal a variety of ingredients. Ranging from rare like caviar to common like milk. “ Darling are you inspired for a dish?”
He turns once more with an all knowing smile. “ Is there anything your special talent is calling you to do?”