Regular Show Meat Your Maker Novels & Stories

He high-fived me, grinning, "Swim meat's goin well...real well...don't ya think?" I grinned, nodding, "Yeah...really well...I'm feelin' good!" Then Marty said, "Adam...buddy, you thought that pizza was good...was it called the "Big Meaty? You got double the meat here...a Big Meaty Supreme a fuckin' Supreme!" Gradually working my dick deeper, I was pumping super slow till it bottomed out, and I groaned, "Fuckkkkk...Adam...that's fuckin' nice!"

Good Honest Meat, in his perfect penmanship, framed and mounted like fine art. It looked absolutely ridiculous. "That piece represents the greatest humiliation of my life," he said quietly. "Tell me, dear. How do you intend to make it up to me?" I looked at the calligraphy in front of me, feeling like I could cry but no tears would come. My survival instincts kicked in before I could think. "I'll make you pot roast! For the rest of my life!" I blurted out. Jeremy raised a brow, as if that answer was at least acceptable.

he asked, clearly nervous. I … was making HIM nervous? Hilarious! “How’s it different? If anything it’s probably not as gorey. You just take the blood and not all the guts,” I said, crossing my arms. He grinned, a perfect toothy white smile and I’m not gonna lie, it was creepy. But also hot. All these damn guys were hot. *Save the meat for meeeee,* my wolf said, prancing around. My stomach grumbled thinking about a nice steak. Of course I’d prefer mine cooked at least to a nice medium rare.

After we settled into the couch with a big blanket, lots of pillows, and the tray of food over our laps, Gunner put on an animated movie. “A kid's movie, really?” I asked him, already feeling bored of it. “It’s one of my favourites, and it’s a classic. Plus, you need to understand the reference I made the other day. So just shut up and watch it” he quipped and kissed my cheek before grabbing a handful of cooked meat. I watched him shove the strips of beef into his mouth and I started to drool. It looks too good. I grabbed a handful and began filling my gob. The meat was tender and juicy and perfectly cooked, but it tasted different than usual. It was way better.

I asked with a light chuckle. “No. But her mijo must eat. Sad face or no.” “Why do you have a sad face though?” I pretended to peer over the laptop screen and he shut it again. “Nothing all right.” He grumbled. “If you're making home made p**n, I promise I wouldn't judge.” I put up my right hand in a mock swear gesture. “Why the hell would I be making home made p**n?!” “Dunno. You need the cash?” I bit into my shrimp taco. It tasted heavenly as always.

I quickly pulled my hands away from my back and sat up. "Do you know what you need right now, Don DeMarco?" Surprise washed over his face as I call him by his last name and this made me chuckle. "You need a break." I said, poking the tip of his nose. "You can't bang me like this." I gestured towards his chest, frowning at the sight of his blood. He's just so stupid and needed someone to lecture him. I knew him. He wasn't a kind man when it comes to sex. He doesn't trust slow and steady like Mr Tortoise. He's a bad guy.

I drop my bag on an empty chair and sits on the chair Xander's pulling out for me. "Don't you ever get tired of eating meat?" I asked as I look around the table. Meat everywhere.. it's making me wanna puke! Which is a bit strange cause I normally love meat.. the fact that I'm a wolf or witch aside. "Baby, we need meat to make our wolves stronger!" "Well, I'm not a wolf, so I don't need any wolf to be strong!" He drops a buttered bread on my plate and add some veggies. "You're a wolf, that seer is a fraud!"

More energetic than me. I dragged myself out of the room and headed to the kitchen. As I stepped into the kitchen my breath stopped. They were shirtless. Both of them. Aiden was making his protein shake, and his biceps twitched with scoop he took and poured the powder into the glass. His nipples dark brown against the golden tan of his skin. His trousers hung low, showing me that sharp V that made me thirst for something else than water. Luca was at the counter sipping from the protein shake, his hips angled temptingly. He shot me that knowing smile. I didn’t know if it was because of what we did last night, or because he caught me staring at Aiden.

The kitchen soon filled with familiar and comforting aromas—the savory scent of soy sauce and onions from the bistek, and the rich, slightly sweet fragrance of pineapple and cream from the pininyahang manok. Every now and then, I stole a glance toward the living room. Rare was sitting on the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he watched an NBA game. The flickering light from the television danced across his handsome face. His features looked more relaxed now, though the traces of exhaustion were still there. Even while doing something as simple as watching basketball, he looked unfairly attractive. It was honestly irritating. After nearly an hour of cooking, everything was

"What are you going to have her do? Fuck first, then hunt deer later?" I wiped my clammy palms against my combat shorts, then stalked out to face the assholes head-on. Little did they know I purchased the meat from the butcher's shop today. I even bought a supermarket marinade to brush over it while it cooked. I just hoped that Izzy liked Texan food and didn't compare it to a Fear Factor trial.