Alexander's Accounts - Part 3
“the head chef is against ‘lazy chefs' anyways, so i can't take breaks.” “you don't care enough for yourself then” “ehhh, it's comfy in my larder. don't want to lose it.” but was i comfy here? i'd been hiding my feelings from myself, i guess.
Subservient, Not a Slave 01
He could hear the chef's high pitched, squeaky voice shouting orders in time with the chorus of 'yes chef' by all the other hired help in the kitchen.
UNFINISHED - Failed AGNPH Fics Contest (October 2013) entry
The chef delivered it himself, unsurprisingly, he was a rather fat nidoking.
The Headwaiter
The chef's paws going over my back now and the best thing i can do is imagining that i am in a spa getting the best massage i can think of. the raccoon is finishing my back and goes down to my rump.
Are You Ready?
The head chef, and the one speaking, was a heavily muscled white tiger. his arms barely fit in his sleeves and looked as though they would rip if he moved wrong.
Bone Appetit's Sex Kitchen
[recipes used as reference: chef john's swedish meatballshttp://allrecipes.com/recipe/231169/chef-johns-swedish-meatballs/print/?
Misconceptions: Chapter 4
Give him clothes and great food prepared by a fantastic chef, and he doesn't even notice when i'm uncomfortable. how ungrateful. i slowly cut into my own steak, and smiled when i saw that the chef had cooked it perfectly.
Morning Routine 3
A hearty belch shook his world as the chef turned to leave the bathroom again, this time to finish preparing for work.
Winded Sails - Chapter 12
As she expected, few chefs tended the remnants of whatever dinner the empress had planned. the head chef, fortunately, wasn't among them–not a single orange hair in sight.
Dalkorrd's Fall pt5 (AU)
Marching down winding corridors they eventually ended up at the kitchens where the chef was waiting. the chef was a big boar, his massive bulk was all muscle though, he stood at eight feet tall, and had four tusks.
Time Off
Zeich's eyes went just a bit wider as he realized who he was talking to: the head chef of the restaurant.
Into the Tempest
Bronze knob had a modest kitchen with a competent chef whom was an unlikely fellow, him being no less a meaty, angry rhinoceros than the rest of the crew.