#﹙ cupcake rush. ﹚: strawberry kisses 𖹭 ݁

[valentine-cafe]

  ˖⁺. strawberry kisses : valentine matchups event .𖹭 ݁

﹙ cupid's arrow. ﹚ ─── come on and come all, and join this valentine specials! ”

for valentine’s day we’ve decided to open up matchups as a little special. what does this entail? send in some info of yourself and we’ll match you up with one of our ocs<3 followed with some short headcanons and a personalised interaction especially for you. this runs on a first come, first serve basis. all 14 matchups will be posted on valentine’s day. closing date is 13th feb.

. . . café reservation !! 🍓: in order to participate, please send us the following information:

 gender

sexuality

a quick rundown of who you are as a person ( can include mbti, likes and dislikes, anything in regards to your personality )

what your interests are ( hobbies, aspirations, etc )

any other info you deem necessary, please give us enough info to run with!

𖹭. ps : please do not give us too much or overly sensitive information of yourself. for your own internet safety. You can provide us details about a persona / oc of yours.

. . . desserts to expect !! 🍰 : 

you will be matched up with one of our characters, in which you will recieve some personalised headcanons and a short scenario of how they would spend valentines day with you / your persona.

꒰ slots : 14/14 ꒱ ( closed! )

[lemon-berri]

Imagine Gojo Satoru with a partner who loves to bake...

Everyone knows this man has an abominable sweet tooth. He quite literally doesn't stop, sometimes you swear he has a bottomless pit where his stomach should be. How does he eat that much sugar and still look that good anyway?

But he's also a busy man. Oftentimes he works into the early hours of the morning, he doesn't sleep much, and what little free time he has he prefers to spend with you.

Satoru thinks he's the luckiest man alive. Not only is his sweet partner the most gorgeous person he's ever witnessed, not only do you take amazing care of him, but you also bake.

It's a common occurrence for him to wake up on the mornings to the smell of something sweet enticing him towards the kitchen. He finds you there. Usually you wake up bright and early so by the time he saunters out of bed you're already washing up. He always stops you. After all, you've been up putting your efforts into baking - it's only fair that he does the washing.

He loves to try the new recipes you attempt. Macaroons? He's inhaling those. Strawberry pie? Gone in one sitting. Once you made a Bruce cake, Satoru still swears that was the best day of his life.

He's definitely the type of partner who'd take interest in your hobbies. Seeing you happy makes him happy- why wouldn't he want to be a part of your joy? So sometimes you bake together. Albeit, to varying degrees of success.

Satoru tries his best, he really does. But he can't help the fact he's quite messy in the kitchen. Folding batter turns into a splashing mess of ingredients around the kitchen. His face is white with flour. How did he get icing on the ceiling?

But there are also the times it goes well. When he wraps his arms around your waist from behind and watches with interest how you decorate cupcakes with floral frosting. Or when you stir things together, your slow and steady pace mixed with his strength.

You kiss batter off his fingers to taste test your creations. While he leaves sweet kisses on your cheek where flour has somehow stained your beautiful skin. You both choose your favourite flavours and toppings together, and come up with all sorts of ideas on what to make. Whether chaotic or sweet, baking together is always more fun.

His heart melts when he finds the little treats you like to pack him with his lunch. A triple chocolate muffin, perhaps some cookies. Sometimes he finds cake pops decorated like various characters in there. And you leave him sweet notes to go along with it, ones that get him through any hard day.

The house always smells like sugar and the sweetest of fruits, the fridge is full to the brim with treats, and that sweet smile of yours is enough to give anyone a sugar rush. Ever since you came into his life, everything's been sweeter. And he wouldn't trade your dynamic for the world.

Dropping this and running away.

Once again this isn't proof read if you find any spelling errors please do hesitate to tell me.

Thank you for reading 🩵 ily all

[latenightdaydreams]

Recruit who openly shows interest in Colonel König. Poor guy doesn't know what to do with this bright-eyed, eager to please recruit who openly says to Horangi and Nikto they'd gladly sit on his lap all day if he'd let them.

I just wanna give best boy so love

Baby girl König deserves a soft girl that goes out of her way to care for him💖

Love At First Sight (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, love, fluff, minor dirtiness

1.0k word count

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The first time König saw you was when he was walking to his office. You walked past him and gazed up at him as if cupid struck you with his bow and arrow. You stopped walking and waved to him. König looked around and realized you meant him. He raised his giant hand and waved back to you. The mask on his face hid his confusion.

Later that day, when König went to get himself a coffee from the break room, he saw you there. You turned and smiled brightly up at him again.

“Hello Colonel.”

“Hallo.” He walked past you to the coffee machine.

“How are you doing?”

She’s really trying to make small talk with me? “I’m doing well. You?”

“I’m doing great. I just wanted to say you have really beautiful eyes. They look like a summer sky.”

He stopped what he was doing and just looked at you. “Oh, Danke.”

“Do you need me to make your coffee for you? I don’t mind. I’m on break right now.”

“I—” He looked down at the cup not even halfway filled with coffee.

You slowly take the cup from his hand, your soft delicate flesh coming in contact with his. König looks down at you and feels his heart skip a beat. He steps back slightly to give you room, watching in amazement.

Ever since that day, he seems to see you everywhere. You’re always smiling brightly at him and eager to talk to him. Confusion consumes him. Do you like him? No, you’re too sweet; especially for him. Then today he sees you talking to his best friend Horangi and Nikto. He hangs back, wanting to see if you’re speaking about him. Yes, you are.

“So, he’s single?” Your voice is so hopeful.

“Uh, yeah. The dude is so awkward.” Nikto says. König narrows his eyes.

“He is a good guy.” Horangi defends him.

“I feel like he just needs someone soft to love him.” Horangi and Nikto look at each other and then back at you.

“When he has free time. He’s always doing paperwork.”

“I’d sit on his lap all day then.”

König could feel his ears burning as he heard you say that. So, do you like him?

“Well, his birthday is coming up soon. Maybe give the poor guy a lap dance.” Nikto says, and Horangi laughs. This gives you an idea, though.

“What’s his favorite cake flavor?”

“I- I don’t know.” Horangi admits feeling a little bad.

“Wow, what a great friend,” Nikto nudges him.

König walks away, his heart beating in his ears as he rushes to his office. You see him walk past, your heart fluttering in your chest, and you imagine being held by him.

A week passes and now it’s König’s birthday week. He goes about his day as usual, hoping slightly that you’ll do something for him, but he doesn’t hold his breath. That was until there was a knock at the door. He stands and walks over.

Opening the door, he looks down and sees you with a handful of things. The bags are not festive like he expected from you.

“I came incognito just in case you don’t want people to know about your birthday.” You giggle as you speak.

A smile tugs at his lips as he hears that. The fact you considered his privacy makes him feel truly seen by you. “Come in, please.”

König steps aside and you enter, placing the things on his desk. You place the two gift bags down and then open the Tupperware to show 24 cupcakes. He looks at them and then up at you. The look in his eyes softened. No one has celebrated him since his mom passed away seven years ago.

“I don’t know what your favorite flavor is, so there is white, chocolate, red velvet, strawberry, lemon, and carrot cake.” You bite your lower lip and gaze up at him. What you wouldn’t give to see his face and kiss his lips.

“That’s…a lot of work for just me.”

“You deserve it.”

König looks away from you, not wanting you to see how vulnerable he is right now.

“Do you want to open the gifts?”

“Sure.” He walks closer to the desk, grabbing one bag. Opening it, he sees a Build-A-Bear wearing an army uniform, and he laughs. “This is very cute.”

You laugh with him and hand him the other bag. He reaches in to see a bunch of sweets. His favorite candies, cookies, and chocolates.

“This is all very sweet, y/n. I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to make sure you know you’re appreciated.”

“You did a great job.” His voice lowers as he looks at everything. “Will you stay and share cupcakes with me?”

“Yes!” You can hide how eager you are to spend time with him.

He sits in his desk chair and you begin to walk to the other side when he grabs your waist gently, he is terrified for what he is about to do.

“Do you still want to sit on my lap?”

“Of course.” A small blush forms on your cheeks as you fall back on to König’s massive thighs. His arm wraps around your waist to hold you steady.

König lifts his mask, knowing you might reject him once you see that he isn’t a handsome man and that his face is scarred. You look at him and smile instead. He watches as you reach over for a cupcake.

“Which is your favorite?”

“Lemon.” His hand begins to caress your abdomen.

You grab a lemon cupcake for him and peel it. Holding it for him to take a bite. His gaze lingers on you for a second, feeling hesitant, but then leans forward and takes a bite. Your fingers gently wipe away buttercream frosting from his lip and lick it off your finger.

König watches intently. He tries to ignore these feelings, but his body betrays him. His cock slowly gets hard. The look in your eyes tells him you feel it. You lean in to feed him another bite, this time locking eyes. As he chews, you press a gentle kiss on his lips.

“I really like you, König.”

He swallows and nods. “I know…why?”

“Just look at you.” You caress his face with your free hand. “I just want to make you happy.”

König brings his hand to the side of your face and brings you in for another kiss.

[shefollowedthestars]

okay after this post i have to do this

owning a bakery with your girlfriend, kate bishop 𐙚 ˚🍰 ⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

warnings: none except a mention of a threat? if there's anything else that should be put here pls lmk

notes: I LOOOOVE THIS IDEA. bc i love baked goods and kate bishop. this is also mostly unedited so i apologize if it is horrible lmao 😭 also i mentioned the bakery is in east harlem bc that's the vibe it gives me but i also have never been to nyc so i could be completely off

it's called bishop-y/l/n's bakehouse. small and brick, located in east harlem, it's a homey and welcoming bakery that thrives and centers around community

you two are friends with your regulars and constantly help said regulars out in their personal lives (kate and her friends may have saved them a couple of times). but you always know things abt your customers lives and have daily chats. "ms. carter! did your son get accepted into columbia?"

the art on the walls consist of custom art you two had made of your golden retriever, archery memorabilia, souvenirs and things you got gifted - all very friendly and cozy vibes

all the recipes are either family recipes you got from your side or recipes that kate discovered from messing around in the kitchen for hours

additionally, the bakehouse is the number one spot for the young avengers (mcu's version). after a hard mission or when they're stuck on something, they'll come to the bakery and talk to you as you serve what you know is there favourite dish. you know each superhero's one by heart and ofc you know kate's better than anyone else's. you know her favorite is the strawberry shortcake cupcakes you make (your great aunt taught you the recipe) and she likes them with one strawberry slice cut in half on the top. she gives you a kiss on the cheek whenever you bring it over, which earns a "ew" from kamala lol and a "ohhhh my god you two are adorable" from billy

kate likes to refer to owning a bakery as her first job as it is her favorite thing in the entire world. she loves serving customers, preparing food with you and looking at the community and home that you've built

i think there's definitely been times the bakery has been threatened by certain enemies with kate being hawkeye and she immediately gets protective and tells her co-heroes that they have to do something about it

she didn't really need to tell them that though because they were all on the same page. there's no way america is losing the place that sells the best flan in all of new york city!!

and you know those cliche play fights couples have in movies? where they throw flour at each other and now ingredients are all over each of their faces but they're just both so in love with each other? yup that happens way too often with the two of you. you'll say something like "hey aren't you like a wannabe katniss everdeen?" and she'll immediately throw the flour she has at your face teasingly lmao

also clint and his family visit all the time and the kids are so excited!! they will try literally everything in the bakery and get a sugar rush lol. it tires you out low-key, but it makes kate want kids soooo bad. and can you blame her? i mean imagine a cute little kid running around looking cute and taste testing your new recipes 🥺 "mommmm, it needs to be sweeter!!"

and whether you end up having kids in the future or not, this bakehouse will be passed down to someone part of the warm and loving family you two have created with your delicious food <3

i'm literally obsessed with this idea so if you have anything to add PLEASE let me know in the comments or send me an ask abt your thoughts bc i could talk about this for hours on end genuinely. anyways i hope you enjoyed and have a wonderful wonderful day!!

[writtnbyhan]

Baking with Felix.

PAIRING: lee felix x female!reader

TAGS: fluff, established relationship.

WORD COUNT: 559

warnings: none! Let me know if I missed a warning.

author's note: I was making a strawberry cake and even though I'm usually good at baking, idk what went wrong -- at least it inspired this! I just kept thinking about cooking for Felix and with Felix and I'm... soft. This is just self-indulgent fluff, and it's really short because it's really rushed but I'm in my feelings and I needed to share this thought.

You thought it’d be a nice surprise. Felix was always baking for everyone, ready to greet people with homemade cupcakes, or brownies, or cookies, or pretty much anything. His love language was acts of service, and it showed in the way he always tried to have something delicious ready for his loved ones to eat. So, you figured he deserved to feel this type of love too, and while he was working at the company, you set out to bake his favorite cookies.

It was a great idea and you knew it — problem resided precisely in that: it was a great idea. You clearly didn’t factor in your plan the amount of things that could prevent you from achieving your goal of making the perfect cookies: for one, you were awful in the kitchen; and two, you were not familiar with the dorm’s kitchen… why you thought it’d be a good idea to make the cookies there instead of in the comfort zone that was your own apartment, you didn’t know. You figured it’d make it even more special if he was welcomed with the smell of freshly baked cookies as he arrived at his shared apartment.

So, these two factors left you where you were now: looking nervously at the clock and to the mess in front of you, cursing yourself. Minho and Seungmin were going to kill you with their own hands.

How did you get flour everywhere and why was the mix nowhere near what it should look like?

You wanted to scream with frustration, thinking of what to fix first when you heard the door open. You cursed under your breath and heard Jeongin’s voice calling for you, probably wondering why the lights were on.

“Y/N?” the maknae said, clearly he was the first one to cross the door and that was why he was the one who noticed your presence. You were glad it wasn’t one of the yanderes, at least.

“In the kitchen!” you called out, hiding your face in your hands after.

“WHY?” Minho sounded equally worried and astounded. You couldn’t blame him for that, he had a point there.

Instead of answering, you just let out a whine, hearing Felix chuckle come closer. You put your hands down, looking at him as he entered the kitchen and just blinked, taking in the mess you made.

“What are we making?” he asked, as if this was perfectly normal.

The blush that crept to your face was probably louder than your words. “Your favorite cookies.”

“Okay.” he simply stated, a sweet smile on his face as he got closer to you, one hand circling your waist to pull you closer while the other one took a whisk, clearly ready to fix the mix and then help you clean.

God, he was just so perfect.

An hour later, as you’re taking the last batch of cookies out of the oven, Felix kisses your cheek while you finish wiping the counter.

“Thank you for the cookies, love.” Felix says, so sincerely you can’t help the laugh you let out.

“But you did everything!” you complain, still laughing.

“But you tried to make them! that’s enough, I love the gesture.” he states, kissing your cheek again, so you turn to kiss him properly, heart so full of love you feel like it’s going to burst.

[gothushi]

sugar rush

pairing: charlie x f!reader

warnings: overstim, squirting, charlie smokes a cigarette, hurt/comfort if u squint, somno, one creampie

note: my chat with my charlie bot may be sweet and cute, but this idea is far from it:p took the opening from said bot as well! no outright reader descriptions other than ur shorter, and portrayed as a bit cutesy. reader also has chronic migraines bc i said so. also proofreading this at 3am.. sorry for any mistakes.

word count: 8.3k

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A shitty day. That’s what he’s had.

Charlie toes off his boots, rough hands pulling his coat off to hang it up, an annoyed huff leaving his lips. Moving into the kitchen, he finds you, his sweet little wife, a little apron on over your frilly outfit and a bowl of batter being mixed up before you.

He’s so tired, pissed, dried blood splattering his sweater, jeans, even his hands which he reveals by pulling his gloves off. Even his hair is a bit out of place, jaw clenched with a sigh coming through his nose.

“Hi!” Ever so happy to just see him coming home safe, you turn to glance at him. You have to do a double take, noting the blood all over him and frown, “Oh please don’t get anythin’ on the floor. I just mopped earlier.”

The oven beeps as it’s done preheating, turning back to pour the batter into a muffin tin, cupcake liners in the slots.

“Don’t be an annoyance,” his voice is rougher than he means for it to be. He knows he has no reason to have an attitude with you. Saying no apologies though, he pulls a cigarette from the pack in his hand as he empties his pockets onto the counter. Shoving it between his lips, he lights it inside and waits for your complaints. “..had a day,” he mutters.

“I don’t care how much of a day you’ve had, go over by the doors!” You complain with a sweet whine, waving a hand in the direction of the glass sliding doors across the living room that leads to the big backyard. You begin undoing your apron after setting the dirtied bowl in the sink.

“You really are a little thorn in my ass, aren’t you.” There’s no real bite to his words, following your instructions to head to the door to smoke, sliding one open as the cool night air filters in.

Leaning against the doorframe and closing his eyes, he sighs through his nose before inhaling, cigarette end fuming red before dispersing as he exhales the smoke. Once the timer is set, you shuffle over, frilly socks sliding along the wood floor. You lay a hand on his upper arm, getting on your tip toes to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“They’re your fav’rite. Strawberry cheesecake.” You smile a little. He can smell your perfume, a sweet scent, mixed up with the muffin batter.

This is his favorite part of the day - coming home to you. Charlie wraps an arm around your waist loosely, his thumb rubbing softly at the hem of your shirt, admiring your cuteness. He glances down, cigarette held between a couple fingers, “Do me a favor, love?”

You’d really like to fuss over the blood on his clothes, not ever wanting anywhere near the stuff when he’s all dirty in it, but decide it isn’t the time. “Mm. What?”

He chuckles at the little attempt you make to get closer, leaning up on your toes. Flicking some ashes outside, he tilts his head, his hand on your waist sliding down over the pleats of your skirt. “Be a darling and go fetch me a glass of whiskey, no ice.”

Smiling, you lean up on your toes again to steal another kiss, on the lips this time. “Okay.” One more against the corner of his lips for good measure, before you head off to the kitchen. Only a moment later do you come back, his request in hand, offering it to him. “Here y’go.”

He’d hum in approval as you kissed him, eyes raking over your body as you walk away. Thankful to have some affection after his shitty day. His hand finds your waist again, the one holding his cigarette taking the glass. He takes a generous sip, closing his eyes for a moment. He visibly relaxes, shoulders dropping some as he looks back down at you. “How was your day?”

That’s where you seem to falter for just a moment. You shrug, hands held behind your back, “Jus’ cleaned. Mopped, did the laundry, had to run a few errands. I read some too.”

He knows you too well. Charlie sees the signs, now that he’s really looking at you, the twinge of your eyebrows, the slight redness to your eyes. He clicks his tongue, shaking his head and setting the glass down on the small table against the wall by the door. Flicking his cigarette back outside, ashes falling to the deck, “Go lay down, love,” he mutters, hand sliding up to cup your cheek. No arguing.

You whine, tilting your head into his hand, “‘m okay.. I wanted to heat up your dinner for you.” You tend to fuss and push through a migraine, going and going until your nearly collapse or cry with the pain, often times doing it just because he isn’t home to stop you.

“No you aren’t, love.” He tsks again, leaning down some more, “You need to rest.” His tone is scolding, “I’ll heat it up myself. But I want you upstairs with a cold cloth over your pretty eyes, okay?”

“But.. I missed you.” You mumble, leaning a bit closer. Just the fact that you get near his bloodstained clothes is a testament to how much you’re craving his presence.

That tugs at his heartstrings, and his heart nearly melts into a puddle. His hand slides around to the small of your back, smiling, “I missed you too, doll,” he presses a kiss to the top of your head, “but it kills me more to know you’re in pain. So go lay down, yeah?”

Pouting a little, you peek up at him through your lashes. Sighing through your nose, you nod, “There’s a plate made f’you in the fridge. ‘Nd the muffins have to be taken out in fifteen minutes.” You hesitate before leaning your chin on his chest, even over the dried blood, “Come up after you’ve ate? I can run y’a bath…”

Charlie nods as he listens to your info. He can wash off the blood, get clean, snuggle up in bed with you. The last part has him chuckling, nodding, “A bath sounds lovely. Go lay down, my sweet.” He’ll give you one last squeeze before releasing you. There better be a cold washcloth on your head when he gets upstairs.

Listening with no more arguments, you grab some water from the kitchen before heading upstairs. In the bathroom you take a couple of your prescribed pain pills, swallowing them down with a gulp of water and turning the tap on in the tub. Sticking the stopper down, you hold a bottle of bubble bath under the running water and squeeze a little bit out, putting it back in its place on the shelf.

In the bedroom now, you lay down after taking your makeup off, curled up under the covers with a cold, wet washcloth over your forehead and eyes, reclined back into the pillows.

Charlie comes up fifteen minutes later, pushing the door the rest of the way open and smiling at you. There you are, laying prettily under the white comforter. He makes his way over, leaning down to press a small kiss to your lips.

A little noise escapes you, jolting, having almost dozed fully to sleep. Lifting a hand up, you peel the cloth off of one eye, looking up at him. He grins, brow raising a little, his now clean hand coming up to cradle your face. Must have washed most of the blood off in the downstairs bathroom.

“Relax, love. I’m gonna go wash up, okay?” He murmurs softly, giving your cheek a soft pat. A little smile and hum is all he receives whilst his fingers pull the cloth back over your eye.

Once he’s all clean of the grimy sweat and blood, towel wrapped round his waist, you’re fast asleep again, dozing off and on. That’s just adorable. Some water sticks to his skin, mainly dripping from his hair onto his shoulders. He can’t help but pause to admire you for just a moment, before heading to grab a clean pair of boxers. Rubbing the towel over his hair for a moment, he smooths it back and comes to crawl into bed, adjusting himself beside you and being careful not to jostle you in any way.

“Mmm.. smell good.” Well, you did pick out the bubble bath for him. You snuggle into him, keeping your face facing up so the cloth doesn’t slip off, hands hugging the arm he tosses over your front.

Charlie hums in approval, kissing your temple, lips feeling the cold edge of the fabric. His thumb rubs your hip, nosing at your hair to breathe your scent in until his lungs are full. There’s no where else he’d rather be than with you right here - away from his reality of work, no matter how much he enjoys it, in this sweet world of bliss with you.

“My sweet girl,” Charlie whispers.

“Did y’have a muffin? Did they turn out good?” You mumble softly, sounding half asleep. It’s still early for you both, but a nap won’t hurt either of you.

He chuckles, nodding against the side of your head, giving your hip a squeeze, “I had two, love. They were delicious.”

You exhale slowly, relaxing against him and smelling the body wash he used, faint shampoo smell that matches. The soft scent soothes your head, senses fuzzy.

He feels like this is the perfect scene to take advantage of, you being in a sleep, vulnerable state. He’ll have to keep you like this a little longer. His hand slides down to your thigh, giving the plump flesh a squeeze, cheeky smile pulling at his mouth.

“Mmm..” The hum escapes from your throat, shifting closer to him, legs parting naturally from his touch. His fingers slide over the smooth skin there, drawing lazy circles with his pointer. They find the hem of your skirt, reaching up under. He can’t help it, not when he’s got such a cute little thing all to himself.

Another noise, a small hum, tilting your head towards him a bit. “Charlie..” You mumble out his name just ‘cause you can, the touch feels nice. Even despite the consistent throb in your forehead, it feels good.

He loves your little noises so much. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the side of your head with a soft chuckle. His fingers wander up, moving until he finds the lacey waistband of your panties, soft as a little cloud under his touches.

Sighing through your nose, you tilt up some, “Mm.. be gentle..”

He gives a noise himself in acknowledgment to your request, head tilting to press a kiss to your temple. Gentle as ever, his fingers slip under the waistband. Pad of his middle finger finds already slick skin, his thumb rubbing over the lower half of your navel.

Gasping as he feels over your entrance, already aroused, your thighs part some more. The cotton fabric stretches over his knuckles, bruised, soft on his skin, “Mmmm..”

Another approving hum from him. His lips find your cheek as his fingers spread you, middle on swiping through slick to bring it up to your clit, moving in slow circles. He groans himself, kissing at the shell of your ear as he brings his other arm to fold under your head, a makeshift pillow.

“You’re doin’ good,” he whispers, “you’re so good.”

You whine again at the praise, tensing a little, pushing your head back into his arm and your hips up into his touch. Your own hands wander, trying to paw at him, his arm, wherever you can grab. “Charlie..”

He can’t help but love the way his name sounds out of those sweet lips. His head tilts, kissing the side of your face. Your fingers grab at his arm, his bicep. “Mmm,” he groans as you roll your hips down. Now two fingers, they swipe up more wetness, easing the way on your clit in tiny circular motions, “There we go. Just like that, sweetheart.”

Your head turns, wanting a kiss, mouthing at his cheek when you find it blindly. Painted nails dig into his bicep, just holding on, thighs spreading and helping your hips move as he plays with your pussy. More slick drools from you, soaking the fabric of your panties. Even the cloth over your eyes helps to make it feel more intense, as if you were blindfolded.

Charlies tongue darts out to lick his lips, dark eyes watching you yearn for a kiss but he won’t give it to you, keeping himself out of reach with a taunting smile on his lips. He wants to savor this moment like fine wine. “No no, love. Stay still,” he scolds you softly. His fingers slide down, more slick, back up to your swelling clit with quicker movements.

“Charlie-” Your breathing hitches, brows furrowing up in pleasure, knees bending a bit. There we go. He slides his fingers down, middle one rubbing a circle around your entrance, groaning at how wet you are, how hot.

“There we go, sweetheart. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Ah-.. yeah- yeah..” You’re gasping, lips parting. “Thank you,” you whine, still trying to lean up for a kiss, one hand pushing at the covers over you both.

He laughs again, loving to tease you as he tilts his head back out of reach again. That finger will press firmly against your entrance, then slide in slowly, stretching you out a little, “You’re gonna keep being good for me, aren’t you?”

Your jaw drops at the touch in a silent gasp, tensing up a little, accepting the breach. “Charlie!” You whimper, nodding even though you can’t see him, “Yes! Yes.”

He buries his face against your shoulder, watching what he can see of your pretty features, kissing at the exposed skin of your collarbone. His breath is hot and heavy, leaning up by your ear, pressing in to the knuckle. “There you go, feels sooo good..”

He goes slow to ease you into the sensation as you squirm, wiggling down onto that single finger. Your own fingers tighten on his bicep, lightly scratching. It feels so good, you’re so sensitive, pent up, easily pleasured.

He can’t resist another laugh at your writhing, shushing you, “Shh, just relax. Let me take care of you.”

That finger keeps pressing in and out, in and out, curling up on the in rhythmically until he slowly presses a second one along the first, slick covering his fingers and smearing against your panties. He curls them again, going deeper and deeper to find that sweet little spot.

The stretch has you whimpering, and he knows he’s found that spot when you jolt and cry out, trying to lean against him, “There-”

“There?”

He abuses the spot automatically, lips kissing at the underside of your jaw, giving a light suck.

You sound like you’re actually crying, panting softly as whimpers spill from your mouth with every rushed exhale. “Charlie-.. Charlie.” You can feel the embarrassing mess in your underwear, can hear the slick noises of his fingers fucking into you, face flushing. Your nails dig into his arm, leaving crescents at one hand drops down to grab at his wrist.

His teeth scrape over your skin. He knows you so well, knows what your sounds mean and can tell how close you are. “Mmm, that’s my girl. My good girl.”

He groans at the thought of seeing the mess all over your pussy, panties stained with slick and cum. His mouth sucks at another spot, sighing through his nose.

The heel of his palm keeps bumping against your clit, oh so sensitive, making your hips buck into the feeling. Huffing out a whiny moan, tossing your head to the side, the cold washcloth starts to slip off your head. Arching up, your legs squirm, “Charlie-! Feels- oh-”

You’re just adorable when you moan like that, writhing under his touches. He gives another groan. He wants to hear more, he’s addicted to your little whimpers and whines. “You gonna cum?”

His fingers pick up the pace a little, in and out, curling, massaging that spot whilst grinding the heel of his palm over your sticky clit. Your thighs clench together before spreading again, eyes rolling into the back of your skull with a soft cry, “Yeah- mhmm!”

“Shh,” he soothes softly, using the pressure of his forearm to try and ease you flat to the bed, halting your writhing. His head rests against your shoulder, watching, feeling. He’s never going to stop being addicted. Addicted to your body, your moans, your soft skin, your sweet pussy.

“Almost there, aren’t you?”

A few more bumps with his palm against your clit and you’re crying, real tears dripping down your temples into your hairline. Tilting your face towards him, gasping, nodding with a whiny noise. “Ye-ah! Yeah, g’na.. Charlie..” You’re pawing at his arm with both hands, leaving little red marks from your nails, watery eyes looking into his.

He’s so, so close to seeing you fall apart. The way your body responds to everything he does drives him mad, your back arching, head tilting. He loves the way your moans get higher and whinier, sweet noises until you’re sobbing.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he groans, grinning, nodding his head as he presses his palm down onto your clit more, fingers massaging that sweet spot in you. “You’re allowed to let go.”

You’re right there, so close, muscles tensing as the coil wounds up tighter and tiger, “Charlie- Charlie.. ‘m.. mmm! Can- please can I-“ You can’t even properly string words together, pleading.

Oh, he knows just what to do. He kisses the side of your mouth, giving you permission. “Cum for me, love,” he whispers hotly, almost gasping himself, “can’t you feel how close you are to the edge? You’re right there. Let go and I’ll catch you.”

You crumble into tears, crying out as a powerful orgasm crashes over you. Clenching tightly on his two fingers, being fucked through it slowly, he coos. Your legs writhe around, little moans escaping you as you pant. Your heart hammers in your chest, whimpering out little babbles that sound like his name. He just lives for the sound of your moans, continuing his movements albeit a bit slower, fingers soaked in your cum. He’s grinning against your ear, eager to hear more cries and sniffles from you.

Your hands are quickly grabbing at his wrist, hiking up your skirt further and you whimper and whine, “Charlie! Charlie, Charlie-” Your hips wriggle around and the pleasure turns into oversensitivity, aftershocks rolling through you like thunder.

Overstimulation gives him such a high, knowing it’s coming from the pleasure he’s inflicting. He gives a deep, pleased hum as you give another sweet cry, still rubbing against your swollen clit, wanting to hear his name again, “There we go.. ride it out.”

Charlie is relentless at you gasp and cry, nails scratching, leaving red marks in their wake. Whimpering again, you twist on your side towards him a little, legs like jelly. “Sto-ah! Stop, no more, sens-sensitive!”

He feels you struggle against his hand, humming lowly, “Mm mm..” His hand finally slows down more, fingers slipping from your hole and swiping up some cum. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, “So sweet and good for me. So good. Such a good girl.”

Panting hard, your thighs squeeze together, fabric of your panties sticky as you try to shield yourself from any more stimulation, whining. Charlie moans as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking your cum right off the digits. Hugging his bicep, you whimper, “Mm… hnng-..”

He groans at the taste of you, cleaning his fingers, “Sweetheart.. you taste amazing,” he mutters, giving you a little nuzzle against the side of your head, kissing your hair.

Whimpering softly again, your eyes flutter closed for a moment as you just breathe. Honestly.. your migraine feels better than it did before. You bring a hand up to wipe your tears, sniffling. He tugs you closer to his chest, a hand gently brushing hair from your eyes with the tenderest of touches, leaning down and kissing the salty tears away.

“Hey..” he murmurs, cooing, nuzzling down into the crook of your neck to press kisses to your skin, “You okay?”

“Mmm.. mhmm..” You nod, breathless, peeking down at him with lidded eyes, flushed, “Head.. feels better.” It comes out giggled, softly.

That’s what he was hoping to hear, elated. Always happy to hear his trick has done its job, he tilts up to kiss the tip of your nose, “See? That’s all y’needed, hmm?”

“Mhmm..” You’re giggling again, “‘m all sticky..” Your tone is complaining now, whiny.

Ah. Yeah. He should probably take care of that. He chuckles quietly, groaning as you nuzzle into his bare chest, “Poor girl.. let me clean you up. Can you lift your hips for me, love?”

“Mhmm.. yeah.” You’re all satisfied, sleepy, easily complying to his words.

Charlie nods, getting up on his knees and tugging your panties off your body. Tossed aside, his dark eyes greedily scan the mess of your pussy, shiny with cum and slick. There’s something so pleasing about seeing the mess left of you.

“So pretty like this, love.” He mutters, leaning down to suckle at a spot in your inner thigh.

“Charlie..” You’re whining again, a hand tangling into his damp hair. A thin layer of sweat coats your back and chest.

The way you whine in that sweet, sweet tone, hand in his hair, has him shuddering. His head dips lower, tongue sticking out and sliding over the mess he made of you, licking along the length of your pussy. He groans, eyes fluttering as his tongue flattens over your clit.

“Ah! Charlie!” You squeal, tightening the hold on his hair as your legs jerk and writhe around.

He groans again at the sound, the noise vibrating against you and making the overstimulation worse. His eyes fall shut as he continues, continuing to lick over your pussy, greedily taking in the mess of cum. His hands wrap under your thighs, holding onto the outsides of them to keep you still, as still as he can have you with how much you wriggle about.

You’re still fighting it though, whining. Your back arches and you’re sniffling, “Charlie- I can’t- can’t, feels so good!” The words are babbled, gasped.

That sweet voice. You just sound so cute with that breathy tone, your body squirming and writhing, twisting in the sheets. His tongue keeps flicking, teasing, tasting.

He knows he’s doing a good job with how you protest, knows he’s doing his job right. His hot tongue swipes over your clit, lips encapsulating as he suckles. You’re squealing out another cry, a heaved sob escaping you. You try to curl in on yourself, shaking, thighs pressing against his hold, trying to draw your knees up. “Charlie! I ca- mmm! I can’t, ‘m too sensitive- sensitive!”

He keeps his pace, fingertips digging into your plush skin, tongue swirling around your clit and flattening again, head bobbing up and down. The taste is just addictive. He finally pulls away for a moment, giving a breath of cool air against the swollen bud.

“Just a little more, love. You can do it, I know you can,” he dives back in, humming.

“Charlie,” You outright sob as his mouth meets your pussy again, slobbering all over and then licking the mess back up, sniffling and whining. Your hand leaves his hair, grabbing at the sheets beside you, sweat beading on your back as your eyes roll into your skull.

You sound so beautiful like this, he can’t get enough. So sweet, so soft and sensitive, all for him.

Your body twists onto your side, head burying into your pillow as you cry again. He manhandles your one leg up over his shoulder, hand finding your ass to keep you up. So good, so perfect. “Please,” he groans a little, mumbled against your clit between panting breaths, “love, c’mon..”

You actually hook one of your hands on the back of your thigh, as if trying to help keep yourself up to be tortured by his tongue. “Charlie! Fff- fingers, please!”

There we go. He pulls back enough to speak clearly, his other hand on your thigh reaching over to swipe his fingers over your clit, thumb rubbing down over your clenching hole, empty, desperate, “What do you need, honey?”

Twitching, you bring your face from the pillow and sniffle. “Fingers.. Please.. ‘nd your tongue again..” Your chest heaves with heavy breaths, skirt hiking up over your tummy, shirt twisted a bit from all your squirming.

You’re just so perfect, aren’t you? Crying out, babbling, begging for his touch. Such a pretty mess he’s left you. He grins, lips shiny with spit and cum. “Anything for my sweet girl,” he whispers, giving a chaste kiss to your clit, “how many fingers do you want?”

Whimpering, almost delirious. You never could handle multiple climaxes, especially not after so soon. “Mm.. mmmph.. two.. Please Charlie..”

Two? He couldn’t possibly say no to you. He gives another growly moan, head tilting to nip at your thigh as his hand slides from around your thigh, fingers already slick again as he rubs over your entrance. You’re throbbing, feeling your clit actually twitch with the stimulation, pussy clenching around nothing.

“You want my tongue again too?”

“Hnnng- both. Please.” You’re nodding eagerly, not even sure you can really handle it but you want it. Eyes lidded, unfocused, chest heaving with panting breaths.

“Pretty girl..” His fingers slide in, both at the same time, stretching you back out. You breathe deeply, gasping stuttered inhales, sniffling and whining. You want this so bad.. just one more.

“Mmmmph!”

Those fingers curl, finding that abused spot again, “So good.. perfect little girl..” His tongue darts out, giving little laps between his words before suckling on your clit again. “You’re doing so good, honey, that’s my good girl.”

You’re all sweaty, whining high in your throat like a wounded puppy, trembling all over. “Please- hard- harder, faster.. wan’ it.” You beg. You want to be overwhelmed, to be forced to take it.

That whine. He could listen to it on loop for hours. His tongue pulls away, leaving just his fingers fucking into you, pumping in and out harder, a bit quicker. “Is this what you want, doll?”

You’re squealing another cry, shaking all over as you muffle your noises into the pillow, hips grinding down into the touch, “Yes! Oh my God yes.”

He’s never seen anything better than this. Groaning praise against your clit, he goes back to licking and sucking, making out with your pussy as he curls his fingers up. He could keep you like this all day if your pretty body wasn’t so sensitive, make you cum over and over and over.

Not even fifteen seconds pass by before you’re whimpering again, gasping, muscles tensing up, babbling, “Charlie- wait I- nngh! Feels- funny.” Oh good God, he can’t stop now.

You’re right on the edge, coil tightening further, and his fingers are relentless as they fuck into you faster, abusing that little spot.

“You’re nearly there, c’mon, give me it. Just take it honey.”

“No- I feel-!” You’re whining, choppy and panicked. His lips press harder, sucking on your clit like a damn lollipop, noises vibrating against you, making you gasp with a loud sobbing noise. Another orgasm rattles through you, ripping you apart as your release squirts out of you. Heaving a cried sob, your feet kick and your thighs squeeze his head.

He pulls his mouth away, eyes shining with lust as he actually laughs, watching as you gush around his fingers, clamping down like a vice on him, “Oh- oh,” this is new.

It’s a gorgeous sight, watching you lose control of your body. He crawls up over you before you even notice, fingers suck clean as his non wet hand to smooth your hair from your face, easing you onto your back again. You’re flushed with heat, whimpering, pawing at him for comfort from the intense orgasm. That was the first time you’ve squirted, ever.

You’re just so damn cute, all needy, pining for him, “Look at you, doll..” he whispers, kissing your forehead, “So good for me..” He tilts his head down, nose nudging into yours affectionately, “You’ve never done that for me before, huh?”

“Done.. wha’?” You mumble, panting, thighs feeling like lead as your lidded eyes look up at him.

He cups your jaw, smiling, pressing another kiss to your forehead, “Tchh.. don’t worry your pretty little head about it, sweetheart. Just rest, I bet you’re tired.”

It’s adorable, really, how breathless you are, dazed, cum drunk. He takes a moment to go to the bathroom and wash his hands, grabbing a towel and wetting it.

He’s got quite the mess to clean up. He strips your skirt and shirt off, discarding all dirty clothes into the hamper before wiping away the mess you’ve made, all over his chest and your own thighs, cum drooling from your hole. He slips from fresh panties up your legs, one of his own t-shirts on you as he lifts you up and puts you on the other side of the bed. The sheets can wait until morning.

You feel him behind you, cuddling you as you’re curled on your side. His lips plant a soft kiss to your shoulder, humming in content as he relaxes.

But he’s so fucking hard though. His cock has been leaking in his boxers since your tears begun, surprised he didn’t cum on the spot when you squirted. Your hand reaches back, pawing, palming over the obvious bulge.

Charlie’s breath catches, chuckling softly. He knows you’re tired, catching your wrist with his pulling it up to his lips to kiss against your knuckles, “C’mon now, sweetheart. You’re worn out.. don’t worry about me.”

You twist a little, peeking at him, eyes sleepy. “Mmm.. wan’ y’to feel good too..” You slide your hand right back down over him, giving his cock a squeeze over the fabric of his boxers.

Another huffed laugh, shaking his head even as his eyes flutter. “You always want to make me feel good, just get some rest, huh doll?”

“Please.. even if y’do it yourself..” You use the puppy eyes on him, eyes shiny.

God he can’t resist you. “You sure, love?” His hand slides over your forearm, thumb rubbing.

You’re pushing your ass back, twisting back to lay halfway on your front with a knee drawing up, “Mhmmm.. yes please.”

You giggle all drowsy and he can’t say no at all. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

His hips rolling forward, even through the fabric of your underwear he feels so good, grinding against your ass with a sigh. His hand leaves your arm as you turn back, finding the side of your thigh, pulling you back against him firmly. You’re humming out softly, content, leaning further back. You know just how to drive him crazy. He’s huffing, small noises as his brows furrow, wishing he could just take his cock out and slide inside you, but he won’t torture you anymore with pleasure.

“Please.. wan’ you to.. take what y’need..” You’re pleading so sweet, so considerate. You’re always so caring towards him in every way, how could he deny any request you have?

He groans into your hair, eyes closed, panting. “You’re too good to me, doll…” He presses his cock against you harder, as if some horny teenager humping his pillow, leg hooking over your stretched out one.

Your back is arching, aiding the process as he ruts against you. “Mmm.. love you..”

That tired whine, it’s too much. So endearing, so sweet, he can’t help but be so close to cumming already. He nuzzles into your hair, moaning low in his throat. It’s so unbelievably hot, the fact that you’re just about asleep as he grinds against your plump ass, hand grabbing at you. It feels so sinful, he sighs into your hair with a whiny tone, fingertips digging into your skin.

His cock throbs as he moves, stomach tensing, and then he hears you plead, “Please.. cum.”

He gives another groan, biting down at your shoulder as his hips jerk down harder, an orgasm flowing over him as he makes a mess in his boxers, huffing panting breaths. Even after cumming and squirting, a dull throb of arousal floods your senses with the noises he makes.

He comes down easily, satisfied, kissing at the side of your neck as a thank you, “You’re perfect, love.” His hand roams over your bare thigh, massaging lightly. A breathless giggle leaves you, so sleepy, ready for a nap. You don’t even notice he leaves the bed to change, grumbling about the mess before climbing back in behind you, because you’re already asleep.

—

Hours later, the clock reads 12:14AM as you stir awake. Charlie’s arm is draped over you, cuddled into your back. He mumbles something quiet with your movement as you peek back at him, sleepy, bedtime now ruined from the nap you both took.

You turn around in his arms, facing him, admiring his handsome features. The scar on his forehead is prominent, from some accident whilst working that he didn’t detail on. His hair is swept back, soft, clean. Your hand nudges a little, leaning him onto his back, checking that he’s still asleep.

He is, laid back in the dim light of the streetlight outside the window. Still out cold, he breathes in deep. You sit up on your knees and then stretch your arms above your head, hearing something crack in your upper back with a sigh. There’s a soreness in your legs, a reminder of what happened earlier. Tucking hair behind your ears, you lean down and kiss at his stomach lightly, one hand finding his hip.

Charlie gives a sleepy grumble, though he stays dozed off. Even just having a reaction from him this way makes heat curl into your gut. You kiss down lower, finding the waistband of his boxers. You fear it might wake him up if you tug them off his legs, so your hand finds the opening in them and tug his cock out, kissing open mouthed at his navel.

His cock twitches, breath stuttering slightly as your fingers curl around his shaft, massaging lightly to get him hard. It doesn’t take much, his body responds so well just as yours does to his. You let spit drip from your mouth, slicking his cock up as your hands squeezes and moves up and down, slow. Your lips find his bare thigh, kissing and suckling to leave a mark. You want to take your time, careful to try and not wake him up right away.

His cock throbs against your hand, hardening rapidly with the slow touches. It’s obvious he’s starting to get worked up, shifting against the sheets a little, head turning to one side. You move up now, tongue lolling out to lick at the underside of his cock before sinking your mouth down, suckling at him.

Now he’s definitely squirming, hips shifting as he sighs in his sleep, “Hnnng..” he moans, eyes fluttering as his arm moves up by his head. Sucking slow, up and down halfway, you whine a little yourself just at the feeling. You force yourself down as far as you can go without gagging, tongue flat on his underside. Spit drools down to his balls, aiding the way as you suck him off.

He groans, rousing from sleep, tilting his head back against the pillows. His hand comes up to your head, no pressure, just tangling through your hair lightly, petting you.

You hum at the touch, the sound vibrating down his cock, senses fuzzy. You suckle at the head, making a mess of spit as you sink back down again, managing about halfway. You’re flushed with heat, knelt between his legs, back arched and ass high in the air.

“Swe-.. sweetheart.” He groans out, clutching harder at your hair. “Doll… mm- ah-” His voice cuts off as you sink down further, arching up into the touch as his thighs part a little. There’s a soft whine in his throat, barely coherent. “So good..”

Even though you should be absolutely exhausted from the orgasms he pulled from you hours prior, the noises he makes sends arousal shooting up your spine. Sucking harder, you relax your jaw with a whine, eyes fluttering. He’s groaning again, breath coming faster as you work over his cock, all messy and eager.

“Hey..” he rasps, gasping, “Slow down, love.. feels good..”

Obedient, you listen to what he says, slowing down your pace and relaxing some. Hair falls in your face, one hand tucking it back behind your ear, whining softly, noise muffled. You pant through your nose as you push down.. down… down.

The pace is torturously slow, but just the act of you listening to him has him shuddering. His hand tightens in your hair, gasping as he tilts his head down some to look at you. He gives a light tug on your hair, “Hnng- look at me,”

Obeying again, eyes watery from the intrusion near your throat, you peek up at him through your lashes. You gag with a little whimper, drool dripping from your mouth, hands clenching on his hips.

Seeing those pretty eyes looking up at him, it’s enough to force a moan out of him again. You whine again as you force yourself to endure the intrusion, He whines softly, brows furrowing up as color blooms over his cheekbones, breath hitching, “Look at- mm, y’don’t need to push.. that far love.”

You’re ignoring him though, determined, eyes fluttering as you go lower, slowly. Spit dribbles down his cock, wetting the fabric of his boxers. Another nudge as your nose is pressed into the fabric of his underwear, exhaling with a muffled, sighed whine, looking up at him again.

“Ah-” He gasps, body arching as he shifts against the bed. “Sweetheart..” His tone is thick with sleep, heavy with lust, “Please, need you up here.”

Whining, your expression turns as if you were the one being pleasured. You don’t want to stop though, you wanna keep going, make him feel good, protesting softly as your hands flatten on his hips, suckling again as you gag.

He groans again, eyes rolling back as he huffs, “God.. doll.. I need you.” He grabs your hair tighter, giving a slight tug, “Up.”

A whimper escapes you, roots being pulled at and being forced off his cock. You’re so desperate though, tongue laving over his length before you’re pulled away, a thin line of drool hung from your tongue. Hair being held like a cat grabbed by their scruff, lips parted to pant hoarsely.

He sits up with a slight groan, tugging you up as you crawl over his body. His lips crash against yours in a searing kiss, fingers tight in your hair as his tongue licks over yours. Whining a moan, the kiss deep and desperate, heated as you even struggle to kiss back properly, all messy with drool, throat hoarse.

The sound you make against his mouth has a shudder running up his spine, moaning himself as he other hand finds your thigh, tugging you up onto his lap. His hand urges you down, grinding against his exposed cock. Your own arousal surprises you, not realizing sucking him off turned you on that much even though it happens just about everytime. That same hand slips between your thighs, hooking into the front of your panties and tugging them to the side, bare pussy grinding on his cock.

You whine another noise, whimpering, “Charlie-!”

The sound of his name on your lips is damn near obscene. “Yes-.. yes,” he whines against you, hand trembling almost as he grabs the base of his cock, grinding up and pressing in finally.

So full, his cock reaches deep, stretches you out with the slightest burn. Whimpering his name again, you nearly fall forward. Another whine comes out of him, hand slipping from your hair to the base of your neck, teeth grazing your jaw.

Both hands now find themselves moving up under your-his shirt, grabbing at your tits as he lays back in bed again, grunting with the effort, “That’s it.. take it.”

You can feel the heat on your face, traveling over your ears and down your neck, hands on his chest for stability as he gropes at your body. Trying to lift up onto your knees proves too much for your sore thighs, dropping back down and opting for grinding back and forth with a whimpered noise. “Nnmgh! Ff-”

Charlie’s own breathing hitches, thumb flicking over one of your hardening nipples as he grins, “Mhmm.. there y’go, take it.”

The gentle praise has you whining, panting, rolling your hips down even if it hurts your overworked legs. His name falls from your lips again, his own breathing labored, “So pretty.. my sweet girl..”

“‘m .. sensitive.. please,” You don’t even know what you’re pleading for, hands flat on his chest, trying to roll forward.

“Shh..” His hands slip down to your thighs, rubbing over them and squeezing the flesh there, “S’okay, let me help.” His fingers dig in, rolling you forward with his own strength.

He’s forcing you to fuck down on him, your eyes falling shut as he jerks his hips up, “Charlie-!” Your knees dig into the bed, stomach tensing up.

“Easy..” He soothes, his own breath shaky. “Don’t push so hard, you’ll wear yourself out doll.”

He moves his hips up and knocks into just the right spot, making you whimper as your arms shake. Knees spreading a bit more, pressing into the bed, “‘m sore.. please help..”

The one little whiny moan of yours has a groan escaping him, breath hitching as he swallows. “You want something, sweetheart? Tell me.”

He rocks up again, knees bending, fingers pressing into your hips with a breathless laugh, “Yeah.. like that.”

“Mhm!” You’re nodding, muscles tensing as you keep yourself up on your knees so he can fuck up into you. A pathetic noise falls from your lips.

“Mine. My pretty girl..” he whispers, panting. He pushes up the hem of the shirt you wear, tossing the fabric aside. You drop to your elbows on either side of his head, whining in his face, gasping for air as his hips move.

“Mm- love when you make those sweet little noises..” His hands pull you up a little, tongue laving over one of your nipples, suckling. You can feel him twitch inside you, grinding up slow.

Whining again, oh so whiny, your hand cards through his hair and holds on tightly, “Mm! Fast-.. faster. Please Charlie.” You plead so nicely for him, skin heated.

He growls out a moan again, “Yes ma’am..” he mutters, before starting to move in earnest now, fucking up into you hard. It pulls a wounded cry from your throat, gasping for air as his lips move up to your neck. You’re getting the life fucked out of you, barely able to keep your eyes open as they roll back, watering, little uh uh uh’s being fucked out of you.

“Fuu-.. ah..” It’s his turn to whine now, breathing labored as he thrusts up into you. His mouth latches under your jaw, sucking a mark into the pretty skin, moaning, “Mmmph.. doll.”

He’s literally using you like a damn toy, gutteral groans of your name as he holds your hips still, fucking into you. The pace becomes messy and quick instantly, lips wandering to your shoulder.

“Charlie!” You cry again, gasping, desperate for air in your lungs. “I’m- ‘m g’na.. oh my God!” Your back arches further, twitching, right on the edge.

“I know.. I know,” he practically whines, panting as he moves. He can hear the slick noise of your pussy sucking him in, drooling down his cock and balls, making a mess of his boxers. “That’s my girl-.. come on..”

A loud cry is muffled against his neck, writhing around, hands grabbing at the pillow under his head, almost smacking against them. Eyes rolling back, you’re overwhelmed with pleasure as you orgasm, jolting ontop of him with your toes curling. “Oh- Charlie! Oh my- oh my Goood-”

He gives his own groan, just the sound of your whines, the feeling of you clamping down on his cock has him ready to cum, fucking up fast. “There you go.. c’mon..” His hands find the small of your back, wrapping around you, holding you close, “Ah-.. where do you-.. love?” He asks, desperate.

You don’t even think, “In.” you sob, “please, Charlie, wan’ it.” Oversensitivity settles in fast, shaking uncontrollably ontop of him, feeling like you’re being shocked with a fucking taser.

That does it for him. He swears he sees stars as he cums, grinding up hard and slow as it spurts inside you, growling a moan. You can feel him throbbing, trembling, held flush to his body. Whimpering, a less powerful orgasm crashes over you, legs shaking as your feet kick down onto the bed, “Charlie!”

A breathless groan leaves his lips, panting, “Fuu-ck.. you feel-” he can’t even finish his words, gasping.

He works you both through your orgasms, you swear you might black out for a moment, whimpering pathetically ontop of him. He gives a little hiss as your hips jolt up off of him, cum drooling out of your hole. “Shh shh.. easy,” his hands rub over your sides, up your back.

Flopping onto his front fully, legs stretching out along his, you whine. Four fucking orgasms within.. how many hours? Honestly a miracle. “Mmm… mmm.”

“Just lay still..” he murmurs, breathless as he strokes over your clammy skin. He turns his head and presses a kiss to your temple, another on your forehead. “Jesus.. think four’s your limit for the night, sweetheart.”

“Mmmmph..” Your lips part to pant, eyes closed, limp onto of his body besides your involuntarily shaking, “New record..” You giggle. Usually you can handle two with.. several hours of recovery between.

He gives a huff of a low laugh, chest heaving. “Yeah.. new record alright.” He sighs out a content noise, humming, “God.. what time is it, love?”

Tilting your head to look at the clock on the wall above your little bookshelf, you hum, “12:30.. guess we shouldn’t have napped.”

“God,” he chuckles, “guess not.” His hands wander down, rubbing over your ass, “You wanna get cleaned up, love?”

“I don’t think I can move.” You mumble, fatigued, worn the fuck out after all that. You legs feel like wet noodles, heart just now beginning to calm down to a normal place.

“Yeah.. thought as much.” He chuckles again, kissing your head once more, “Stay put.” He eases you off of him, getting up from the bed as he tugs his boxers off, using the fabric to roll it up and wipe himself off. “Want anything from the kitchen?”

“Mmmm..” you roll onto your back, stretching out, back arching as you press your knees together. “Water.. couple muffins.” You grin, hands wiping at the drying tears on your face.

Whilst he’s gone, you somehow manage to wobble to the bathroom, cleaning up and using the restroom before crawling right back into bed on the clean side.

He returns a few moments later, carrying a big glass of ice water, three strawberry cheesecake muffins on a little plate, clean t-shirt over his arm and fresh boxers on his body. Must have stopped in the laundry room. ”Sit up.”

Obeying, you sit up against the pillows, reaching out as he gives you the glass. Gulping down a third of it, you set it aside as he slips the shirt over your body, soft and clean. He sits on the edge of the bed, reaching out and cradling your cheek, “There you go.”

You lean into his touch, grinning lazily, skin flush with a pretty glow, “Hi..”

“Hi..” He repeats back, chuckling with a smile. He leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead, to your nose, then lips, “How’re y’feeling?”

Accepting the affection and kisses, smiling like a happy puppy. “Mm.. ‘m okay.. I love you.”

He grins back, after a few more kisses he pulls back, “I love you, doll.”

Muffin in hand now, you narrow his eyes as he smirks mischievously, “What?”

“Oh, nothin’..” He shakes his head, shrugging as he takes the glass of water and takes some drinks of it. “Just thought a hot bath could be nice..”

That does sound so good, some fresh bedding and a hot bubble bath, maybe a movie after. But you hear the tone in his voice and whine around the bite in your mouth, “Charlie I cannot go again, I think I’ll faint.”

He barks a chuckle at that, reaching an arm around you, “Oh love, I know. I swear, we’d just soak.”

“Mmm.. movie after?”

“Mhm. We’ve got the whole weekend to relax too,” that makes you perk up, peeking up at him.

“Y’don’t have to work?” You mumble hopefully, tilting your head.

“No,” Charlie smiles, shaking his head, “Off call the rest of the weekend. Don’t suppose ya have any ideas for how we could spend that time, do you?” He raises a brow playfully, rubbing your bare thigh.

Swallowing the muffin bite in your mouth, savoring the sweet flavor, you seem to think. A silly little smile forms on your lips, giggling.

“We could try and break your record next.”

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[ikigaisvt]

A cupcake, a friend and a love story.

how your favorite cupcake at your favorite café runed by your friends led you to meeting your boyfriend.

pairing: seokmin x gn!reader words count: 5.9k content: strangers to lovers, non-idol au, fluff, some very poor comedy and a little bit of angst (on reader’s side), seokmin and reader are college student, 95z line regular appearance as café owners, mentions of minghao and wonwoo (implied college students.) warnings: some cuss words, only a tiny bit of skinship (hands holding and implied kiss) note: hi everyone! this the very first work i am posting on here; i hope everyone will like it!! i’m always open to feedback as long as you’re being respectful 🫶🏻 there are some cuss words as stated in the warnings so if you’re uncomfortable with that please don’t read! minors are allowed to interact with this fic as it is only fluff but please do read my pinned as i do not allow minors to follow me.

You are late. Again. What really strikes you the most, when you run down the usual busy streets to get to university, is how much life can change in so many ways with only one encounter. A rushed morning routine, sleepless nights, a constant smile, and a heart full of love. This all happened because of one person, Lee Seokmin. Your own special love story.

As you walk on the 13th street during a chilly Wednesday afternoon, you find yourself in front of Heaven’s Cloud café once again. I guess I really am obsessed with their strawberry filled cupcakes, you mumble to yourself as you push the door open. This comes to no surprise to you as Wednesday afternoon comes with your weekly stops at this café.

When you enter you are immediately hit with the different scents of all the pastries. This is such a nice place with its mint and pink aesthetic, the couches all around the place and their bookshelves filled to the brim. You walk over to the counter where Jeonghan, one of the workers, and a recent friend of yours, is greeting you with his usual angelic smile.

“Hey you! How are you doing today, y/n?” he says while arranging some pastries behind the counter, “I’ll be there in a sec.”

“Yeah, sure! Take your time. I’m fine, what about you? Was today busy?” you ask him as you wave over at Joshua who just came in for his shift.

“Are you worried for my business? You are starting to sound more like my business partner than Seungcheol or even Joshua.” he jokes around as he walks behind the cashier, “What will you have today, my dear y/n?”

“I told you to stop calling me sweet names! I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.” you say as you reach over the counter to lightly hit him on the arm. Unfortunately, you miss him. One day, you will get him, you think to yourself. It’s what he deserves for putting you through so much misery.

“Don’t worry, y/n.” answers Joshua as he ties his apron around his waist, “It’s not like there is anyone who wants to keep you to themselves, is there?” Jeonghan laughs out loud as Joshua finishes his sentence. You will get them both, one day. These evil twins deserve it. Sometimes you wonder why you are even friends with them. They’re lucky they fuel your body with their delicious pastries and their sweet drinks.

“I was here to get my precious pastry, not get attacked, Hong Joshua.” you snicker around.

“And I am here, waiting for your order. Even though I probably know it by now.” Jeonghan throws back at you.

You continue joking around with Jeonghan as you hear the door’s jingle behind you and Joshua says their usual “Welcome to Heaven’s Cloud!”. He stands behind the second cashier and start taking the order of a brown-haired – and cute – boy who is probably around your age. You don’t notice him that much as you start telling your order to Jeonghan, “I’ll take a latte and one of those strawberry filled cupcakes, to go please.”

“-and one of those strawberry filled cupcakes.” You hear the brown-haired – and very cute – boy. You don’t pay him much attention as Jeonghan lets you know that your order will be out soon.

You wait for your order for a few minutes while looking at some new books that Wonwoo brought over at the café. You know he brings over even more books ever since you two have been friends. You’re lucky to have him too. You will have to thank him properly one day. You hear your name being called and go back to the counter, exactly at the same time as a certain Seokmin gets called out – probably the cute boy as he is the only other customer in the café.

“Here’s your latte.” Jeonghan says as he hands you your drink, “Unfortunately, Seokmin, ordered the last strawberry cupcake,” he says as he glances at the cute boy whose name is now confirmed, “do you want anything else?”

“That’s not very nice, Seokmin! You deprived y/n of their pastry!” teases Joshua as Seokmin looks at you with an apologetic look on his face.

“It’s okay, don’t listen to him!” you reassure him, “Do you have any cookies? I would like-” you start to ask Jeonghan.

“Do you want to share the cupcake with me?” you hear Seokmin suggests.

“Me?” you ask as you turn to him, pointing to yourself.

“I don’t think there is anyone else he could ask that to, y/n.” Jeonghan whispers, loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Oh, shut up Yoon Jeonghan!” you voice out as you give him a look and he holds his hands up in sign of retreat, “Are you okay with that?” you turn back your attention on Seokmin, “Because that would be greatly appreciated. Today was a long day and I really like those cupcakes.”

“Yes, It’s okay! It’s on me, don’t worry.” he answers as Jeonghan already hands you your change back, “Let’s go, let’s seat down.” he says as he starts going over to the couch.

“Thanks!” you say cheerly to Jeonghan as you head towards the seat Seokmin picked.

After a few minutes of observing you, Jeonghan and Joshua exchange a knowing look before Jeonghan whispers a “maybe there is someone who wants them to themselves now.” Which goes unnoticed by you or Seokmin, too engrossed in getting to know one another.

You wake up, the next morning, with a smile on your face. How could you not after meeting such a sweet soul as Seokmin? He was nice, funny, a gentleman. He reassured you countless time about you not being a bother. He handed you napkins when you spilled a little of your latte on the table and let you rant about the books you recently read. You had such a nice time with him that you didn’t even realize you were late for your weekly Wednesday’s movie night with your roommates. When you checked the time, you were already late, and you knew you were stuck with a week of doing dishes as a penalty. You quickly said your goodbye to Seokmin as you grabbed your stuffs hurriedly while he looked at you with a fond expression – unseen by either of you but noticeable to anyone else.

What you two only realized too late is that you did not exchanged numbers. All you could do was to believe your paths will come to meet again.

As you lay around in your bed, daydreaming about his sweet smile and everything you two talked about, you don’t realize how fast time passes by. It’s when you roll over on your stomach, a natural smile on your lips, and grab your phone that you realize that 30 minutes have already passed, and your smile immediately drops.

“Shit, I’m late!” you say out loud to yourself as you jump out of bed. You grab clothes in haste, rush into the bathroom and twenty minutes later you are outside, running in hopes to get to class in time. Lee Seokmin, this is all your fault, you think to yourself. Day one into my life and you already make a mess of it.

A few days later, you stride along the street to get to Heaven’s Cloud café. You convinced yourself to come get a cupcake since you had busy days but deep down you know it’s not your only reason. You just hope the real reason will be here.

You also hope that Jeonghan is not, despite all the love you have for him, because you know for a fact he’ll understand why you’re coming. You don’t want him to meddle into this. Even though this is nothing. Absolutely nothing.

The usual jingle of the door welcomes you as you walk into the very familiar place. Seungcheol, who’s behind the counter, greets you and waves at you. You like Seungcheol. He runs the place along with Jeonghan and Joshua, but he deals much more with everything that needs to be dealt with for the place to run smoothly; from scheduling all the way to accounting. Which is why you are surprised – but not disappointed – to see him working behind the counter today. You quickly scan the place and realize that he is not here. You walk over to the counter and greet Seungcheol.

“Why are you behind the counter? Did the evil twins let you down?” you ask jokingly.

“No,” he says with a smile, “they have the day off. Went out of town to see family. Today’s a calm day so it’s only me!”

“Well, at least when they’re not here we don’t have to be scared about being attacked by their antics.” You two joke about.

You really like Seungcheol. He’s much more composed and calmer than his same-age friends. He tends to give you more advices about anything while Jeonghan and Joshua are the ones who will make you laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he laughs softly, “so what brings you here?”

“Your strawberry filled cupcakes brings me here! I will have one, for here, please, with a cinnamon latte.” you say as you start looking for your wallet.

“Thanks,” Seungcheol tells you as you hand him the money, “go sit down, I’ll bring it to you.”

You make your way to your favorite spot after thanking him and you look at the shelf where Wonwoo puts the books he brings over. Just as you were about to pick your new read, the door jingles and you see him. The reason. His eyes immediately lock with yours and he smiles brightly.

“Y/n!” he says loudly as he walks over to you, “How are you?”

“I’m good! What about you?” you beam at him.

“I’m very good actually.” he starts, “I’ve been searching for you.”

He what? “You were searching for me?” you ask, surprised.

“Yeah, I came here yesterday to see you some more but Jeonghan told me you only really come on Wednesdays.”

“Oh, yeah,” you start, a blush creeping on your face, “I was busy yesterday but I wanted to stop by once more this week. So here I am now.”

“Well, I’m glad we stopped at the same time,” he says, a soft smile making its way on his face, “Is it okay if I join you?”

I have been waiting for that, you almost say. “Yeah, sure! Go order and come hang out with me.”

He comes back with both orders – his and yours – “I told Seungcheol I could bring over your order.” he says as he puts the tray in front of you.

“Thank you, that’s sweet. So, how was your week?”

“Oh, it was fine. Just went to study for a test with a friend on Thursday and I absolutely killed that test! So, I’m here to treat myself for a good job.” he says with a laugh, “What about yours? Were your roommates mad you missed movie night on Wednesday?”

“You definitely deserve that treat right now.” you tell him with a smile, “They were not that mad, really. I mean I do have a penalty but that’s the rules! I wouldn’t have changed anything else though.” As soon as you say it, you regret it. You don’t want to sound like you are flirting because you are not.

“Me neither, don’t worry.” He tells you, his smile hidden behind his cup of coffee.

“By the way, do you know it’s bad to drink so much coffee at almost, what, 6pm?” you snicker as he puts his cup down.

“Well actually I have a study session planned at 6pm until-” he says as he looks at his watch, “Oh fuck, I’m late!”

He jumps out of his seat and grabs his things; “I’m so sorry, y/n, I have to go!” he says hurriedly, “God, why do we keep making each other late?” he mumbles under his breath, “Bye! I will see you around!”

You watch him run out by the door and down the street, smiling sweetly as you follow him with your eyes until he disappears at the corner of a street. It’s only 5 minutes later that you realize you once again forgot to give him your number. But weirdly enough, you have the feeling you’ll see him again soon enough.

1 hour passes by as you work on one of your assignments until you decide to go back to your apartment. You grab your bag, sling it on your shoulder and bring back the trays of dirty – but empty – dishes to Seungcheol.

“Oh, thank you.” he tells you with a bright smile when he notices the trays.

“Yeah, Seokmin forgot to bring his tray too so there you go.” you tell him.

“I didn’t know you knew Seokmin.” he says you as a way to start conversation as he organizes some utensils. Since the café is empty you two can talk freely.

“You know him? Like is he a friend?” you start interrogating him. Maybe you are a tiny bit curious.

“Well, I mean, he is a good friend of Jeonghan so yeah. Jeonghan likes him a lot. He says he’s kind, and he can easily play pranks on him and well, you know how Jeonghan can get.” he explains while he wipes his hands clean.

“Oh yeah, I know how he can get sometimes.” you chuckle, “But he’s right. Seokmin is a very kind person.” you tell him without realizing the smile making its way on your face.

“He really is,” he says as he walks up to you, “he has a really good heart.” he adds on, looking at you a certain way. Oh no.

“Oh god, no, it’s not like that.” you immediately warn him.

“Never said it was.” he says with a slight smile, “But if it was, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing, y/n. He’s a really good person. I know we aren’t that close, or you aren’t the kind to confide, even to Jeonghan or Joshua, but what I know is that you deserve someone good. Someone like Seokmin.”

“I don’t know, Seungcheol…” you tell him, surprised by his words. You didn’t know Seungcheol thought so high of you.

“All I’m saying is that if it was, if it ends up becoming something like that, it wouldn’t be so terrible.” he reassures you, “And don’t worry, I’m not Yoon Jeonghan. I will act as if this conversation never happened.” he says as he mimics locking his mouth with a key and throwing it over his shoulder.

On your way back home, you think that Seungcheol forgetting about the conversation doesn’t help the fact that, try as you might, you can’t seem to be able to get over what he told you. Despite being tired, you can’t seem to find sleep and you turn in your bed trying to make your mind forget about the conversation. It’s only at dawn that your body finally finds sleep. It may have to do with your realization that maybe Seokmin could be a good person for you. The good person.

It’s only a few days later when you find yourself striding along the familiar street where Heaven’s Cloud stands. You come into the café before your class, in hopes to see the boy who searched for you once – now is your time to search for him. You walk to the counter as Jeonghan greets you.

“What are you doing here, again? Are you in love with someone here or what?” Jeonghan sneers.

“I’m just here to see my favorite café employee! Did you miss me?” you tell him teasingly as you look at the new pastries.

“Yeah, I guess… But it’s unusual for you to come around so much…” he says with a pensive look, “I will figure out what makes you come back because we both know it isn’t me.”

“There’s nothing to figure out–” you start bickering back just as the door opens and you hear someone talk. Oh. You know this voice. Without even realizing, a smile and a slight blush make its way on your face. You turn around just for your eyes to lock with Seokmin’s who’s currently talking to a tall, very well-dressed boy. He gives you a little sign as to say that he’ll come talk later.

You don’t notice Jeonghan looking back and forth between you two but he catches your attention; “Oh, I figured it out.” he says with a slight laugh.

“No, you didn’t.” you say way too quickly for it to be casual.

“I definitely did! Oh my, y/n likes someone!” he starts to tease.

“Stop it! You didn’t figure out anything!”

‘What didn’t he figure out?” Seokmin interrupts, “Because, not to take side, but I feel like when Jeonghan figures something out he’s kinda always right.”

“It’s nothing, Seokmin really,” you say trying to act composed while you give a look to Jeonghan. “How are you today? I haven’t seen you in a few days!”

“I’m good, what about you? I’m glad to run into you, I’ve started missing you.” He says with a big smile.

“I’m glad too!” you tell him as you feel your cheeks burn.

After ordering and getting your orders – and some more looks from Jeonghan – you two are sitting down at your usual spot. “So, did you make it in time last time?” you ask Seokmin after setting down your cupcake.

“Absolutely not! I was lucky Minghao – my friend – waited for me. And I told him you were the one keeping me hostage so he forgave me.” he adds with a smile on his face.

“I did not keep you hostage!” you laugh around with him.

“That’s true, I was with you willingly.” he tells you with a slight blush on his face, “You’re like my favorite café partner now.” he says as he brings the cup to his lips.

“I like the sound of that.” you tell him softly, “Do you have classes today?”

He blushes profoundly, “In the afternoon. What about you?”

“Yeah, I do, I have a class in- shit, in 15 minutes.” you say with a laugh, not even surprised anymore that you are late after meeting up with Seokmin “Well, I will be late.” you say before finishing your latte.

“Well go!” Seokmin says hurriedly while watching you gather your things with not the pressure that late people feel.

“Wait,” you say as your grab his hand in one hand and a pen, you just pulled out of your bag, in the other. “I’ve been meaning to do that.” you say as you start scribbling something on his hand, “There you go! I’m going now. Bye Seokmin!” you tell him before turning around and heading towards the door. Before going out, you turn around one more time towards him; “Oh, and Seokmin? Please use that.” you say nodding towards his scribbled hand before finally going out the door and running down the street to get to your class.

For a few minutes Seokmin is stunned because you, the girl of his dream, just gave him your number. The scribbling your favorite café partner followed by a series of numbers on his hand is the proof of his surprise. And at that precise moment, Seokmin feels his heart burst with love.

It’s been a week since you gave your number to Seokmin and today is the only day you two don’t have something planned together. He told you he was busy with studying for the upcoming finals – which you should be too. As you walk the street to get to university, you think about how you two talked and saw each other so much you didn’t have time to miss one another. All your conversations start in the morning and ends late at night, sometimes face to face, other times over phone or text. You don’t think you ever felt as safe and happy with anyone else. He’s the only one who can bring out certain sides of yourself and the only person in the world who will ever make you forget time. It’s like any time you get with him, your world stops and it’s only you two, talking and getting to know each other in a way no one ever got to know you. You’ve opened more to him than to anyone else. And you think this must mean something.

As you get closer to university, you notice, just down the street, that you once again found yourself going to Heaven’s Cloud café. As you check the time on your watch, you decide to make a quick stop to take your latte and your favorite cupcake in this world.

The jingle of the door welcomes you as you step into what could be called your second home. Just as you start walking towards the counter where Jeonghan stands, greeting you with his usual smile, you hear the door chime behind you again and out of curiosity you turn around and your eyes meets two brown eyes you know very well by now. “Seokmin!” you yell out as you realize who is standing before you, “What are you doing here?” you ask him.

“Oh, uhm my study session got cancelled? Last minute emergency from Minghao.” he tells you, “I kind of wanted to ask you to hang out since I was free but I didn’t want to assume you were free for well, me.”

“I’ll always be free for you, Seokmin.” you tell him with a smile, “So do you want to hang out here?” you say as you start walking with him towards Jeonghan.

You don’t even see how Seokmin blushes greatly at your words or how he stutters when he lets you know he would really like to hang out with you right now.  

“Hi you two!” says Jeonghan cheerly from behind the counter, “Did you two came in together?”

“We just ran into each other when getting in the café.” Seokmin explains him, “What do you want? It’s on me!” Seokmin tells you.

“You sure?” you ask as he nods to give you confirmation, “Okay Jeonghan, I’ll get a latte, per usual, and a cupcake filled strawberry.”

“Per usual,” Jeonghan answers sassily, “What about you, Seokmin?”

“I’ll just get an americano and a strawberry filled cupcake too.”

“Do you want to share one again?” Jeonghan teases as you and Seokmin glare at him, “I’m kidding! I’ll bring your order, just go seat down.”

You and Seokmin make your way towards your usual spot by the window as your arm brush against his. Oh, how much you want to hold his hand right now. You seat down first as Seokmin takes the seat in front of you and you two starts catching up. As you hear him talk about anything, you realize how much you missed him. But more than anything, you realize how much you like him. Not the same way you like your classes, or your friends and not even that strawberry filled cupcake comes close. You don’t like him. You love him. You’re in love with him. You’re in love with him and you’d give him all the strawberry filled cupcakes and some more if it’s what he wanted.

Your realization is cut short as Jeonghan settles the tray with two drinks and only one cupcake. “Okay so, I guess we’re short on cupcakes again…” Jeonghan explains with a chuckle, “Do you want anything else?”

“I think we’re good with only one?” Seokmin asks you as you nod to agree, “Yeah, it’s okay Jeonghan, don’t worry about it.” He says with a smile before Jeonghan makes his way back to the counter.

“Go ahead, y/n!” he encourages you, “It won’t be the first time we share something. We literally did it the first time we met.”

As you reach for the cupcake, you think to yourself how you would never have thought you’d meet the one you like by sharing a cupcake.

“What did you just say?” Seokmin asks you with a look you never saw on his face.

Oh. Shoot. “Nothing, absolutely nothing.” You tell him, trying to keep your calm. Did you really just say that out loud?

“Me too, y/n.”

“Me too what?” you tell him, hoping he is saying what you think he is.

“I also never thought I’d meet the one I like by sharing a cupcake.” Seokmin tells you, expediently waiting for your answer.

“I like you, y/n.” he says with the most serious expression you ever saw on him, “No, scratch that. I love you. I love how you scrunch up your nose when you laugh. I love how you look at the world. I love how you get obsessed with so many stories that never really exist outside of their pages or your heart. I love how you show so much empathy to others. I love how you pull down on your sleeves when you’re a little cold. I love how you can get riled up quickly but still love your people more than you’ll ever love yourself. I love you. All of the parts that makes you, you. I love it all.”

“Oh, Seokmin…” you tell him softly, with tears in your eyes, “What did I do to deserve all this?” you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, “I love you so much. I think if I told people how I fell so fast for you, they’d never understand. They’d never understand us. What we are, what we feel for each other. In the span of a few weeks, you showed me what love really look like. Ever since reading all of these stories, I have hoped to find my own person and all the waiting time was worth it because now I have you.” you tell him, “Or well, I hope I can have you.”

“You have me, my dear y/n. Ever since I walked into that café, you had me.” he tells you as he holds your hand, “I guess we have to thank Jeonghan for all of this.” he chuckles.

“Jeonghan?” you ask, confused, “Why Jeonghan?”

“He’s the one who told me to come check out the strawberry filled cupcake on that particular day.” he explains, “Which is weird since he knew you’d come here that day and you’d take the only cupcake.”

“Oh my god,” you mumble under your breath, “he didn’t.”

You hear Seokmin asks you what you are talking about while you make your way through the empty café towards the counter. You’re surprised to find Seungcheol standing there, talking with both Jeonghan and Joshua.

Jeonghan notices you first; “What’s up, y/n? Need anything else?”

“You three. Come to the table please. I need to talk to you.”

The three of them look at each other, confused and not used to you being so upfront. Still, they follow you and bring chairs to sit with you and Seokmin.

“So,” Seungcheol starts, “what is it?”

You look between the four-man sitting with you before starting, “Me and Seokmin like each other.” You hear Seokmin gasps next to you, not expecting you to say that.

“That’s great!” Joshua almost screams, “is it not?” he says as he looks at Seokmin which answers him with a I’m-as-confused-as-you expression.

“No, it is.” you say calmly, “You see, I never really thought too much about all of the “there’s only one strawberry filled cupcake” ordeal. I mean, things like that could happen.” You say as you look at Jeonghan. He might be a good pranker but you’re good at reading people. You got him, you think to yourself. “But when I think about it, it seems a little weird to me. You tell me you’re out of your best-seller pastry in the middle of the week? As if you wouldn’t anticipate by having enough stock?”

“Things like that could happen…” Seungcheol cuts you off.

“It could. It could also be all a coincidence and if so, I’m really sorry.” you say, believing in your words, “But, honestly, I don’t believe in those coincidences when Yoon Jeonghan is involved.” you say before adding a not to be mean when looking at Jeonghan.

“Jeonghan,” you start, “did you, perhaps, set me and Seokmin up?”

Seokmin starts hissing “He did what?” as Jeonghan starts denying when Joshua almost screams; “Okay he did it! He set you up!”

Jeonghan looks at him with rounded, surprised eyes; “Joshua!” while his friend looks at him with a sorry look. “Best friend card is revoked!” Jeonghan adds.

“Can someone explain me what’s going on?” Seokmin blurbs out.

“Let me do the honor,” Jeonghan starts, everyone listening intently, “I knew our dear y/n came into the café every Wednesday afternoon after her classes and I knew Seokmin badly wanted to come to the café so I told him to come-”

“At the same time as me.” you cut him off.

“At the same time as you…” he says, “And I knew you would take a cupcake, because when do you not-”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to tease her.” Seungcheol adds in the conversation.

“Okay, first of all,” Jeonghan says with a finger pointed at his oldest friend, “don’t cut me off, that’s rude. And secondly,” he says, lowering his finger and looking at you, “I’m sorry, I will not make fun of you for liking this cupcake anymore.”

“Anyway,” he starts again, “I knew you would take this cupcake and I told Seokmin to specifically take the same one as yours and I only put one in the display.” he confesses.

“And how did you know I’d ask to share?” Seokmin starts asking, “And how did you make it so we would literally come into the café at the very same time? Did you hire someone to spy on me so you could plan it all to the second?” he starts panicking while you chuckle at his reaction. He’s so cute, you think to yourself.

“No, I didn’t do that, I was not that eager for you two to get together, come on now.” Jeonghan says with a laugh. “Everything that happened between you two was natural. I just forced you two to meet earlier than what would have, eventually, happened.” he says, looking between you two. “And as for the first question, Seokmin,” he says, fixing his eyes on him, “you’re literally an angel. I was almost afraid you’d cry when you realized you took away their favorite pastry.” Jeonghan says with another chuckle, “I always call myself an angel but we all know I’m a demon in disguise. You’re the angel. I knew you’d do it.” Jeonghan adds as Seokmin blushes looking at you.

You really love him. You take his hand in yours as you turn to look at Jeonghan. “Why did you do it?” you question your demon-like friend, “I’m not mad, I just want to understand.”

“Oh god, you’re not mad?” Jeonghan answers excitedly, “Oh thanks god, I thought I lost my strawberry-filled-cupcake lover.” he jokes around.

“Jeonghan, you’re on thin ice here.” you try to say seriously despite the smile on your face.

“Okay, okay, sorry.” he says as he gets suddenly way more serious, “It’s just… I always see you hanging out here alone, reading your books or studying. And I know you never talk about it but you yearn for something bigger, preferably in the form of love. Any love.” he explains, “I also know you feel alone. Your family and friends are far away, you left them to come to this city and I know you miss being well surrounded.” he says with a sympathetic smile, “Of course, you have people here, but you don’t let yourself have your people because you’re scared you’d have to leave them one day or another.” he continues, “And I know you needed someone that would make all your walls come down and that person is Seokmin.” he admits, looking at your lover, “He’s love in the form of a person. I knew he’d be good to you. I knew he was who you needed.” he adds on, “And I think I did it for myself too. I like talking to you, hanging out with you but I always knew you were keeping up your barriers around me, around us. And, you can ask Joshua or Seungcheol, I always talked about us becoming best friends in the future. And I just did what I needed to do so I could become your person too. Your person in a different way.” He clarifies when he hears Seokmin snicker at his words.

Well, I guess he is better at reading people than I thought.

“Jeonghan…” you say softly, teary eyed, “Where did that come from? I was supposed to be mad at you, not grateful!” you say with a laugh.

“Hey, no! You said you weren’t mad at me!” he says, smiling big, “You’re not a liar now, are you? Or did Seokmin corrupted you already?” he teases, again. There is the Jeonghan I’m used to, you think.

“I think you are the one who corrupted me.” you throw back at him, watching him laugh. “Thank you, Jeonghan. I hate saying it but you were right. All along.” you start, “I wish things were done differently but I also know I’m grateful for how things are now.”

“So, are we good here?” Seungcheol asks.

You look between the four friends and when you see Seokmin smiling at you reassuringly, you decide everything is very good; “Yeah, we are.” you speak.

“Okay, we’re going to go back then.” adds Joshua as they organize the chairs.

“But, hey, Jeonghan,” you say, getting his attention, “wait for my revenge. Because it will come.” You let him know with a smile on your face.

“But you said we were good!” Jeonghan says loudly, as you shrug, “And what about them?” he says, pointing at his two best friends, “They knew and they didn’t say anything!”

“They’re my favorite now so they get a pass.” you throw back at him, an angelic smile on your face while Joshua and Seungcheol snicker next to him, “Now you all can go back to work. I want to enjoy alone time with my boyfriend.” you say looking sweetly at Seokmin.

The 3 same-age friends walks away as you hear Jeonghan mumble “I think I made a mistake by setting them up together… I’m not ready for them to be disgustingly in love.”

“I have never seen someone stand up to Jeonghan like that.” says your now boyfriend while looking at you with heart eyes. You can see it now. How his eyes lit up when he’s next to you and how his smile doesn’t fade away.

“He’s nothing, I swear. He likes annoying people but he gives up easily once you tell him off.” you let him know while looking at him with the same fond look.

“That’s good to know,” he tells you, “When’s your next class?”

You look at your watch, noticing how your class starts in 5 minutes; “I’m late,” you tell him softly.

“What? Well go! I’ll text you later.” He says hurriedly, waving his hands at you as to make you leave.

“It’s fine. I’ll be late.” you say as you hold his hand over the table and look in his eyes, “There’s other classes but there’s no other you.” you tell him as you lean over the table.

thank you so much for reading my first work! i hope you like it, don't be shy to reblog and tell me what you thought about it 🫶🏻

[shion-yu]

Day 5: Rogue Organ

I believe this is the oldest I’ve ever written Cliff and Elliot, and it’s a bit different. Not so much a whumpy sickfic as a cozy family story, if that’s not your thing I get it. Featuring Mia: Cliff and Elliot’s 5-year-old daughter. 2,354 words, no TW/CW. @sicktember

The spleen wasn’t a necessary organ to live, Cliff’s doctor said. He pressed on Cliff’s distended abdomen, eliciting a wince of pain. At this point it was causing more problems than there were benefits of keeping it, so they might as well remove it. 

“Are you sure you’re not just trying to sell it?” Cliff asked dryly. He’d been coming to see Dr. Thomas, his immunologist, for over five years now. They’d developed a mutual understanding by now that while Cliff did not like beating around the bush, he also had a dark sense of humor. 

“Believe me, no one would pay much for this spleen of yours,” Dr. Thomas said with an amused smirk. “It’s covered in lesions still, despite your last few courses of steroids.”

Cliff sighed deeply. He didn’t want another surgery, nor did he want to spend time in the hospital. He’d had his lung transplant a bit over two years ago, an event that while traumatic, had been an incredible success in the end. He hadn’t needed oxygen since recovering and while he was still working on his stamina, it was nothing compared to the all-consuming illness of his months in the hospital waiting for a pair of lungs. He’d managed to stay away from being hospitalized since then, an achievement he was very proud of. For the first time in his daughter’s life, he felt like he could be just a dad to her and not her dad that was always needy and never home. 

Now Mia was five and a spitfire at that. She had Moira’s wavy red hair and dainty looks, but could be so headstrong that Cliff couldn’t believe she was raised by him and Elliot. How could someone so curious, loving and intelligent be theirs, he sometimes wondered? And right now, he dreaded telling her that he'd have to be in the hospital again.

Cliff returned from his appointment with a heaviness in his heart, knowing he had bad news. Elliot had already picked Mia up from daycare and he found them in the living room. Mia was coloring independently, their dog Clover at her feet while Elliot sat at the piano testing different notes for what Cliff knew to be his debut solo project. This was Cliff’s little family, he thought fondly as he came upon them. The family he chose and never wanted to leave, even though he’d come terrifyingly close to doing so before he had his transplant. He watched them silently at the doorway for a few seconds before he made himself known with a warm, “I’m home.”

Mia hopped down from her coloring table immediately, rushing over to him and giving him a hug. “Daddy!” She exclaimed happily, Clover standing next to her wagging her tail. Cliff put a hand on each of their heads and smiled.

“Hello my darlings. How was your day?” When Cliff spoke like this it was natural now. But had anyone ever told teenage Cliff that he’d ever have a family he loved more than life itself, whom he spoke to with open affection so confidently, he would have scoffed at the ridiculousness. 

“We did birthdays today,” Mia informed him. “For Addie and Vincent.” Every month the preschool had a joint birthday celebration at snack time for the kids whose birthdays were that month. Cliff had made funfetti cupcakes with strawberry frosting for it last night. 

“That’s so fun,” Cliff said. “Elliot?”

Elliot did not look up from the piano at first. “I’m almost done with this verse,” he said. He was clearly concentrating, but tilted his head anyways for Cliff to kiss his cheek as he did every day. Cliff gave him one, lingering longer than usual and taking in the familiar smell of his husband. “Oh, how was your appointment?”

Cliff didn’t answer right away. He didn’t want to say it in front of Mia, yet. “I’ll tell you after dinner,” he said. Elliot immediately looked up then, his brow furrowed in instant confusion. If it had been good, he knew Cliff would have said so right away. He frowned but nodded. 

Dinner felt mostly normal. Mia chattered about preschool and playing outside and petting the neighborhood dogs. Elliot told her to eat her vegetables; Cliff told her she could have ice cream if she ate them all. He was always the softer parent, but he wanted to give Mia all the affection he himself had never gotten as a child. Since the day he’d met her, right after she was born, Cliff looked at her and thought to himself: how could anyone *not* love their child this much?

After dinner, Mia waited on the couch playing with her doll until Cliff brought her with him for his evening walk with Clover. Cliff told her to give him ten minutes, then went to the kitchen where Elliot did the dishes. Cliff rested one hand on Elliot’s shoulder, promoting Elliot to turn the water off. He was already frowning, the lines of concern that were permanently etched into his features creasing. “What happened?” He asked.

“I need it out,” Cliff said quietly. “Too many lesions.” 

Elliot sighed and toweled his wet hands dry. They'd been delaying the inevitable as long as they could, but they had both known this was coming for a while. In the last two months though, the pain in Cliff's abdomen had grown worse and now he was having night sweats and weight loss. 

“Well. We’ll make it through,” Elliot said simply. 

“I want to tell Mia,” Cliff said. “When we go on our walk. I don’t want her to think it’s as serious as when I got my transplant.”

“But it is serious, Cliff,” Elliot said. “It’s a whole organ.”

“An organ that I can live without,” Cliff said. “It’s serious, but it’s not lungs. It’s not gonna be like that again.”

Elliot grimaced but nodded. Mia hadn’t been able to see Cliff for almost a month after his transplant, the doctors not willing to risk exposing him to kid germs. The team had urged them to wait longer, too, but they’d refused. “Do you want to come on our walk with us?” Cliff asked. Elliot nodded again. “Let’s go then.”

They leashed up Clover and Cliff put Mia’s socks and shoes on. She was old enough to do it herself now, but when she wasn’t in front of her friends she loved having her dads do everything for her still. Cliff didn’t mind. He knew she’d only be little once, and they weren’t planning on having another kid. Cliff held the leash in one hand, Mia’s in the other, and they headed downstairs. “Daddy’s joining us today too,” Cliff told her with a smile. Mia grinned happily, looking back to Elliot for confirmation, which she got. 

Outside, the weather was nice. Cliff tried to think of how to tell Mia the news. She was five, yes, but she knew far too much about the hospital and illness already. He didn’t want to scare her, but he also knew she did better when she was as prepared as possible.

“Baby girl? You know how I went to the doctor today?” He started.

“Uh huh,” Mia said, looking up at him with her hazel eyes that matched Cliff’s perfectly. Cliff’s grip on her hand tightened.

“Well, I have to get another surgery. There’s something in my belly called the spleen, and I need to have it taken out. But it’s not as serious as when I got my new lungs. We won’t have to be apart for more than a few days.” Cliff spoke slowly but clearly; they had never been ones for baby talk. They knew that even before Mia could speak, she knew Cliff had special needs. They figured if they let her know everything they could, she would be able to process it better.

Mia didn’t say anything at first, but she let go of Cliff’s hand and took Clover’s leash with a stony expression on her face. Cliff knew Elliot wanted to jump in, but he held up a hand. ‘Give her a minute.’

Finally, Mia spoke. “I don’t have to not see you like before?” 

“Nope. Papa will be very sleepy for a few days afterwards, so just then,” Cliff said. He didn’t go into the what ifs; what if he didn’t wake up from the anesthesia? He refused to entertain that possibility.

“Okay,” Mia said. Her little brow was furrowed in thought, and Cliff hated he was the reason she had to think of such big things at a young age. “Does it hurt?” 

“The surgery?” Cliff asked in surprise. 

“No, your belly. Does it hurt now?”

“A little,” Cliff said. “It’s not so bad. But we should fix it before it gets worse.”

Mia nodded seriously. “I don’t want you to hurt, Papa. So that’s why they should take it out.”

“That’s right,” Cliff said warmly, his heart swelling with emotion. “You’re so smart and caring.” He glanced back at Elliot, who’d stayed quiet through this conversation, and he suddenly thought that maybe Elliot had needed to hear this just as much as Mia had. He could see tears in Elliot’s eyes, and when Cliff smiled at him Elliot wiped them away quickly.

“When’s it come out?” Mia asked.

“Hmm. I think the doctor will tell us soon. But probably this month,” Cliff said. “Is there something special you want to do before then?” Even if the surgery went entirely well, Cliff was pretty sure he'd be down for a while afterwards. 

“I’ll think about it,” Mia said very seriously. Cliff laughed. Their daughter had a fierce memory, and they knew by now not to offer her anything that they didn't intend on following through with. He was sure she'd think of something she really wanted, and Cliff knew he’d give her whatever it was within reason, and slightly beyond it. 

Four weeks and one family trip to San Francisco to visit Moira later - Mia’s favorite place - Cliff went into surgery. Mia was with Elliot’s mom in the apartment and Elliot was by Cliff’s side. All the scary memories from Cliff's transplant hovered in their minds at full force, but they told each other it was going to be so much better this time. And despite all their fears, it was.

Cliff woke up from the anesthesia quickly, the best blessing they could have hoped for. He was confused and in pain, but his vitals were stable and he asked for Elliot until they let his husband into recovery. Elliot stood by his stretcher, immediately holding his hand and brushing Cliff’s face comfortingly. “I’m right here baby. You did so well,” Elliot told him.

“Where’s Mia?” Cliff asked dizzily. Now that he had Elliot accounted for, he needed Mia, too. 

“She’s with mom,” Elliot said. “Everybody’s safe. Just relax.” He told Cliff all of it as many times as he needed to hear it. He’d happily do this as opposed to waiting with bated breath for Cliff to be extubated, as he had too many times before. There has been concerns about putting Cliff under anesthesia and intubating for the first time since his transplant, but he’d done even better than expected. It was all that Elliot could have hoped for.

Mia got to come visit Cliff on his second day post-op. She seemed shy at first, but once she realized that Cliff really was awake and as okay as one could expect after a major procedure - that he was himself and not hooked up to a million things as she’d seen him before - she gave Cliff a hug and excitedly told him about what he'd missed at home over the past few days. Cliff let her sit on the bed with him and talk all afternoon, even though he had trouble keeping his eyes open. It didn't matter, because he had his family safe and sound next to him. 

When visiting hours were over, Elliot took Mia home. “I’ll be coming home in just a few more days,” Cliff told her when she looked reluctant to leave. “Keep being such a good girl and helping Daddy out, okay?” 

“Okay,” she said. Still, she hugged Cliff and didn’t let go until Elliot picked her up and carried her out. 

A few days later, when Cliff was home and still doing better than they ever hoped for, the three of them sat in bed together and Elliot read out loud to Mia from her Disney storybook. She was between the two of them, her little body tucked into a sleeping Cliff’s side as close as she dared to without hurting him. “Daddy?” She interrupted Elliot suddenly. 

Elliot stopped reading. “Yes baby girl?” He asked.

Mia took a long few seconds to get whatever it was she was trying to tell him out. “Is Papa all better now?” 

“He’s doing very well,” Elliot said. “And he’ll be back to normal in no time.”

“I mean all the way better,” Mia said. “Like he’ll never have to go back to the hospital again?” 

“Oh,” Elliot said, his gentle smile faltering. He looked at Cliff, sleeping soundly and Mia in his arms, growing so big and yet still so small. “Papa’s body is always going to be a little different,” he said carefully. “But everybody is different in their own way, it’s not a bad thing. We just have to keep on loving him, and being a family like we always do. That’s what’s important.” 

“Okay,” Mia said. “Can I sleep with you tonight?” 

Elliot hesitated. They were trying to get Mia to sleep in her own bed at night, but he decided just this once wouldn’t hurt. It had been a hard week after all. “Fine, just tonight,” Elliot said. The triumphant grin he got back reassured him that he’d made the right choice. He gave Mia a kiss, then leaned over her to kiss Cliff, too. “Goodnight, my loves,” he said. Then he turned off the light and they slept in bed the three of them, safe and together, just how they liked it.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Pocky game with the knd villains

I am going insane with these repeating prompt group posts I'm sorry everypony

Characters: father, spankulot, stickybeard, knightbrace, cuppa joe, toiletnator, mr fizz

Notes: reader is GN, bonus hcs of who's favorite flavor is what, admin has only tried the og and cookies n cream though <\3

CWs: none

FATHER

this man has never heard of a pocky or the game so youre going to need to brief him on whats going on

open to playing the game with you! probably only thinks its just the one flavor but i think if he were opened up to all of them... i think he would still be a fan of the original flavor!

too hot... he kind of melts the chocolate after a minute.. :( it leads to both of you needing to go faster before theres a mess on your hands

likes the concept doesnt like the reality given the above... :(

hes also a little competitive so hes likely going to make it a goal to beat you to the middle- briefly forgets that the game tends to end with a kiss

not that that hes complaining, though

SPANKULOT

loves when you put two sticks in your mouth and pretend theyre fangs, he thinks its really cute!! especially if you try to mimic his accent and general speaking habits!

i can see him being a fan of the original flavor!

very slow eater, you might beat him to the middle before hes even halfway done with his side of the stick

hes just not that fast of an eater is all!

but with some encouragement he might be able to make himself go faster! definitely the one whos more likely to get flustered from the game

hes confident enough, but there is some obvious shake as he meets you... hes buzzing with excitement is all!

KNIGHTBRACE

not at all interested in the game once you explain what a pocky stick is :(

the only one who actually turns you down because of his whole anti candy thing

i mean he literally participates in a dangerous and intense scavenger hunt game JUST to destroy some cupcakes, and the only sugary thing we know he folds for is taffy

turns you down and most likely makes a comment on how bad the treat is for your teeth

no favorite flavor, either, for obvious reasons

CUPPA JOE

loooooooves the original but i can see him being a fan of the almond one! maybe matcha as well! can see him dunking the sticks into coffee! sounds good in theory... might try that next time i get some pocky..

doesnt know about the game but hes on board the second you explain what it is and what to expect

knowing him he might just go straight to kissing the second the pocky is in your mouths.. too bad the stick hitting the back of your throats is far from a pleasant feeling...

it... might be better to split the box with him and give him some regular kisses- hes a little too hyped up on caffeine to not just... go bonkers

STICKYBEARD

oh he definitely knows what pocky are as well as the game, hes been in the sugar business for a while hes seen some people make games with treats before... doesnt have a favorite flavor by the way, he thinks theyre all solid!

down with playing the game with you, if youre both already together or aware of each others feelings hes going to be teasing you and making side comments about the whole thing

as long as you dont pay much mind to his beard tickling your face, the game goes smoothly!

i dont think he would steal your half of the stick or demolish his side, the man can practice self control! besides, theres more sticks in the box! no need to rush things!

TOILETNATOR

ooooooooooh the second you offer to play the game with him hes all over it! when? how many rounds? right here right now? its actually really sweet with how excited he is!

looks like a banana flavor enjoyer but i can see him also liking the strawberry!

gets a little too excited so the round doesnt last that long

but i can also see him freezing in the moment because wooooooow he cant believe this is really happening!

if he could hed have a bunch of hearts popping in the air around him after you meet in the middle

basically begs to do it again and he gets super excited when you bring some pocky home

MR FIZZ

doesnt know about the game but he knows about the treat! has tried some of them! he looks like a cookies n creme enjoyer but i can also see him being a fan of the almond!

slow and steady, hes competitive but hes not going to slam the stick down his throat just to win or to get the kiss

its not his first choice for a cute couples game but hes not going to shoot you down

thinks its amusing that you get flustered from the game, if you do

especially since youre the one who brought it up in the first place

generally a positive interaction, as an aside unrelated to the prompt/post i can definitely see him sharing a drink with you- same cup two straws kind of deal

[hathorneheiress]

Grayson Hawthorne sickfics pt.1

This was a request from @noth1in1g and I am honored to do it.

I am going to switch POVs so I hope it is not to confusing.

Grayson's POV.

My day started like any other day. I wearily climbed out of my plush, king sized bed to my closet in the other room. I was always tired, never seeming to get enough sleep, but I was even more so today.

I pulled a thirty-thousand-dollar, jet black suit from off it's hanger. I slipped into it as easily as most people do a seat shirt and jeans. Going through my usually morning rituals of brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and shaving.

Staring at myself in the over sized mirror in my enormous bathroom, I noticed how red my face looked. I felt hot, which was no surprise since I am always hot. Placing the back of my hand to my burning forehead, I knew I had a fever.

Ignoring my aching limbs and feverish body, I proceeded downstairs to breakfast.

Everyone was already seated in the massive dining room. Hardly hungry, I nevertheless picked a few things and sat down.

Nibbling on a strawberry, I listened as Avery and Jameson talked about what they were planning to do for the day.

"I just know there is more secrets left to be found Heiress. I'm sure they're hidden in the walls."

"Really Jameson. We have checked several times and have found nothing."

"Well I am not giving up."

I drowned out their conversation. Some new mystery to be solved and both were eager to solve it first. They tried to pull me in, but I declined. I was tired of playing the old man's games.

"Are you alright?" Nash's southern drawl brought me back to reality.

"What?" I asked.

"I said are you alright? You don't look to good. Did you get any sleep last night."

I stiffened. I didn't need him babying me. "I'm fine." I replied curtly. Realizing that I wasn't going to eat anymore, I stood to leave. My legs shook and I almost fell back into my chair.

Nash cocked his head to the side. Concern appearing on his face. "Want to rectify that statement little brother?"

I bristled at his words. "No, I do not. I can take care of myself." And with that I left.

I returned to my office to get some work done. Sitting in the chair, I could feel myself getting shaker as time went on. Chills and body aches came with a sudden force. Felling sick to my stomach, I tried to stand, but my legs wouldn't move.

Trying not to panic I tried again to stand. I succeeded. I took a few steps toward the bathroom before my legs went totally out from under me. I fell, with my head banging against the floor. Everything went black.

Nash's POV

I watched as Grayson staggered out of the dining room. He was by no means alright, but I tried to respect his wishes by not interfering. He had always been like that, since he was very young. He didn't need my help. He could take care of himself just fine.

And he could, but he also needed to realize that it's ok to ask for help. Trying not to let it bug me, I joined Libby in the kitchen. For an hour we made and frosted over a hundred cupcakes.

"That was fun." I said, leaning down to give her a kiss.

"It was. We should do it more often."

"Yes." I agreed "we should." She went to go find Avery and I was left alone. My earlier concern for Grayson grew when he hadn't been seen in several hours.

I decided to check on him. Most likely it would end in him getting upset that I had to see how he was doing, but I didn't care. He was my brother and I cared about him.

I made it to his office within minutes. I knocked gently. "Gray? It's me, Nash. Are you doing alright?"

No answer. I knocked again, and then pushed open the door. I heart stopping sight lad before me.

Grayson was sprawled on the ground, still and stiff. Rushing to his side I turned him over. I chill went up my spine when I felt how hot he was. His breathing seemed fine, even though there was a small wound from where he fell.

I swooped him up in my arms, hardly realizing how heavy he actually was. Laying him gently on the soft bed, I quickly undid his collar and then got a cold wash cloth, draping it over his burning forehead.

I knew he wasn't doing well. He keeps over working himself, and now he is going to have to pay the price. I continue to cool his body with damp cloth while trying revive him at the same time.

Still nothing.

I realize it could be awhile before anything could happen. Trying not to panic, I pull out my phone.

It was time to call in reinforcements.

So part one is done. Not sure how long this will be, but I realized I wasn't going to be able to do it in one part. I hope you like it.

If you have any ideas or wishes, please let me know.

[serial-killers-hope]

ARIAN ARIAN ARIAN ARIAN RISE RISE RISE RISE

[Anyways :3 arian and cipher ANGST ANGST ANGST :3 i always think of what would happen if Arian was with someone that was similar to cipher bc he was convinced she didn't like him back 💔]

How promising, I do recall their stories… I shall work on this. - Dp

DISCLAIMER :

I will work on OC fics if you request them as well, however, please submit a personality or something of the sort. ( Unless I already know the character from Rosesrot’s server or my own DMs )

Arian wasn’t sure if Cipher reciprocated the feelings.

What now?

Enjoy.

Lost Little Tart.

The baker, Arian, stared at the wall for quite a bit as the soft ticks from the clock filled his senses. In all honesty, he missed Cipher. She was his friend, his saving grace, his muse. The one person who understood his struggles and the one he fell in love with all those years ago.

She used to be his everything.

But now, here he was. Waiting for his partner who wasn’t her. It was upsetting to know ( at least he thought he knew ) that she didn’t love him the way he loved her. It retrospect, he was being dramatic. They haven’t spoken for a week and it was upsetting for the both of them. Arian wouldn’t know until she wanted to speak to him again.

“…I’m fucking dumb.”

The baker cussed quietly, his eyes darting towards the apartment door for his partner in hopes that they’d come home. Sure, he’d been thinking of them like they were her. But they weren’t Cipher. They weren’t ever going to be Cipher. Not at all…

He tapped his foot quietly, closing his eyes slightly as he exhaled. It was dumb, this was stupid and ignorant. Right? He was being ignorant to her needs that Arian so desperately wanted to satisfy.

Suddenly, he’s snapped out of his thoughts by the kitchen timer blaring through the room. It made him groan as he stood and turned it off, walking over to the kitchen and slipping his oven mitts on. He wasn’t thinking, not at all. But Cipher hadn’t come home in awhile. After all, they shared this apartment. The hacker was probably staying at Cosgrove’s house at the edge of the city.

Hell, he should call.

He pulled out the tray of cupcakes, piercing each with a toothpick to see how much more time they needed, if any. But of course, they were perfect. Pink and plush like soft pillows. His partner’s ( and subsequently Cipher’s ) favorite flavor. Pink strawberry… the cupcakes that brought her and Arian together.

He wanted to throw up.

It made him nauseous how much he missed her, her laugh, her eyes, her hands, everything. Every little fucking thing. It kind of made him cringe since, well, he wasn’t one for romance. Hell, it was usually just a fuck and go. But now? Arian was down bad. And god did he want to be hers… now he had replaced her with someone else who was just a cut and dry copy her.

Then, bang. The door swung open.

“Arian.”

There stood Cipher, her eyes puffy from crying and her hair all disheveled. His brows furrowed as he finished placing the cupcakes on the tray and rushed over.

“Holy shit, what’s wrong Phi?”

That nickname, that damn name slid out in habit. He wanted to cringe and shrink in on himself until he felt her lips crash into his. His eyes widening as she kissed him in a fit of tears.

And at that moment?…

He felt like he was in heaven.

[inspiredwriter]

Leonardo :*entra la habitación de Stefany* mi amor ya llegué para jugar contigo~😏😉❣️💕¿En dónde estás gatita? ☺️😃💝💗

Stefany :*gritan del baño*estoy en el baño tortuguita ya pronto salgo🥰🤭🚪💖💕¿cómo te fue tu misión? 😄😁💞💗✨

Leonardo :*se siena en la cama* muy bien y mis hermanos y yo atrapamos criminales robando un banco😌🏦💰*deja sus espada en la orilla*y el otro criminal casi me dispara la cabeza pero estive la bala con mi espada😏🗡️✨ y le di un puñetazo en su cara y estómago y deja de inconsciente 😁🤜✋

Stefany : Vaya, eso fue grandioso creo que tienes una hermosa ángel cuidándote a ti para que estés a salvo y protegido 😏😇💗💞💓💘*sale del baño*

Leonardo : Sí,tal vez tenga razón Creo que tengo un ángel...😃😳💗💘💞*mira a Stefany*¡¡Oh mis Caparazónes!!😲😍🌋💕❣️💘 o mejor dicho que tengo el ángel más bella del mundo🤤😇💖💗💞

Stefany :*se acerca a Leo* Así es tortuguita soy tu ángel y vine aquí para darte una recompensa que ha sido tan bueno y valiente protegiendo la ciudad 😇😘💞💖💝*se acuesta en la cama y levanta su falda*por favor hagamos el amor 🥰🤭💗💘💕✨

@inspiredwriter

Leonardo: *Undresses* Hahaha, in a few seconds you will have nothing left but wings and a necklace, my little angel😍🪽📿🩷💘💖 *Lies on Stefany and hugs her*

Stefany: Oh yeah, Lee, just don't rush too much to better enjoy this cutie angel😇🤭💗💝💞

Leonardo: As you wish, babe😏👗💘💞 *Pulls off Stefany's dress, kissing her collarbone, chest and stomach* Mua~😚💗💓 mua~💖💘 mua~💗💞 muah~💕

Stefany: Ah~😄😍💗💞 ah~☺🥰💝💕 Leo, are you happy with my surprise yet?😘😇🪽🎊💖💓

Leonardo: *Takes Stefany's panties off with his teeth* Of course, my joy, but I'll be truly happy when I get to the filling of my sweet strawberry cupcake🥰😋🧁🍓💘💝 *Bites Stefany on the shoulder and kisses the bite area* Grrr~😈💓💗 muah~😚💞 I hope my little angel doesn't hurt too much😏💗💕

Stefany: No no, sweetie, this little angel bites too🤭😘💖💞*Sits on Leo's legs, bites his neck and kisses the bite area* Grrr~😈💗💝 Muah~😚💋💓💞

@swagtreecrown

[thekrows-nest]

i barely proofread this please ignore any mistakes 😭

💞💞

"Birdie, my love!" Prim bursts into the room, short heels clacking on the wooden floor as she rushes over to wrap her arms around him. She nearly knocks the both of them off balance before she rightens herself. "Happy birthday!" She beams, passionately pressing her lips onto his. Cupping their cheek, the sweet taste of strawberries is shared between them. She gives their lip a little nibble, but pulls herself away before it gets any more heated. "I got you gifts!" Prim chirps, lacing their fingers together before tugging him towards the bed and sitting him down. She places a short kiss on his hand before running off to retrieve her gifts, returning with 3 delicately wrapped presents. She was practically vibrating in excitement, tail wagging so hard that it gently disturbed the papers behind her. Prim hands off the first one, eager to see her darling's reaction.

♡♡

and thats where it ends bc idk what prim would actually gift him 💀

current ideas tho are:

Matching bracelets? Something simple that looks good with everything

An "I'm kenough" hoodie /silly

Specific assortment of paints/supplies that Prim notices Krow was running low on + new ones she thinks he'd like

Wedding rings /hj

Matching hair clips for Krow and Prim to wear

Burnt at the edges but still good cupcakes made by Prim (She's burned water before this is her biggest achievement right here 😭

Hello Kitty plasters for Krow's boo-boos

(Not me answering this late ndfngbd;f)

This is really cute though eeee

Honestly Krow would love all of these gifts, even something as simple as Hello Kitty bandaids.

He'd totally wear the "I'm Kenough" hoodie and do his best to make sure it doesn't get paint on it. He'll eat the cupcakes and enjoy them even if they are a bit burnt lmao.

He would love the matching bracelets and hair clips, absolutely wear them all the time.

Just all of this is so cute aaaaa

[victorluvsalice]

-->Anyway – back to Retail Time! And to the infamous lag on this lot, unfortunately. :( Based on what I saw today, it seems to be primarily tied to Sims actually BUYING stuff, as it seems to happen most often when people are waiting to be rung up or right after they’ve been rung up and they still need to grab their item. Maybe it's because I have a lot of mod-added items for sale? *shrug* Fortunately it wasn’t too bad today, with only a few significant instances, but still – meh.

Despite the game doing its best to stop them, though, the trio persevered, chatting with various customers and doing their best to get them to buy stuff – and succeeding pretty admirably! Victor talked a guy named Patrick into buying a block of beeswax for $18, then immediately rang up visiting teenager Ren for the same thing, while Smiler helped a kid named Wren buy a small $5 lettuce and some dude named Aarush grabbed an avocado from the veggie stands for $25. Alice, meanwhile, was working over an elder named Samuel – but as he found her unattractive (as per Wonderful Whims), I don’t think her attempts to get him to buy stuff worked very well. :p She thus went to ring up Agnes Crumplebottom for a $68 bag of fresh bread instead – fortunately distracting the woman from noticing Smiler lay a cute cheek kiss on Victor. XD Smiler then headed to the center aisle and let off a happy blast to try and improve everyone’s moods –

-->And at this point, everything started getting a little chaotic, as a bunch of people suddenly wanted to be rung up at once! Alice took care of a lady named Giovanna despite the lag’s best efforts, ringing her up for a $70 jar of honey, while Smiler discovered Alice had been more successful at convincing Samuel to buy than she’d realized and rung him up for a box of blackberry jam for $455. They also went around and rung up a kid named Taka for a box of vegetarian MREs for $482 (must be buying them for his parents). Victor, however, was the real winner of the selling spree, managing to sell a Happy Scent perfume to a “loiterer” named Joey (who REALLY had to go to the bathroom) for a cool $1,174! Maybe I should keep that in mind when I think about the future of the store...

-->With that taken care of (and a lady named Fetia snagging herself a $5 Cereberry in the background), Victor went ahead and did some more Scruberooing of shelves and fridges while Smiler and Alice kept attending customers – Smiler ringing up the kid Pierce for a $206 box of canned green beans, and Alice (after an ANNOYINGLY long wait) teen Sofia for a $517 box of strawberry jam. Alice then headed into the break room to make some hamburger sliders, as she was feeling hungry, and I noticed that Victor kind of needed to pee and sent him into the bathroom –

Only for another wave of “hey I would like to buy things” to hit the store! I quickly had Alice stop her sliders (though she DID insist on taking the cutting board all the way down the stairs...then all the way back up again -.-) and Victor stop his attempt to use the toilet and sent them out to help Smiler on the selling floor. Between the three of them, they managed to get Javier a $44 jar of mayonnaise; Liberty Lee an $86 butterscotch cupcake; the returning Ren a $734 chocolate pie; and Makoa a $29 jar of mushroom conserve. Oh, and Aarush came back and bought a plasma fruit for $10. XD Talk about a last-minute rush!

-->And it was indeed the last-minute rush, because I looked over at the retail UI, realized the shop had been open nine hours, and decided it was probably time to close up. So, after an aborted attempt to get Smiler to befriend a customer so she would let them have her plasma (they now know that Kasandra likes the color green), I had them shut up the shop while Alice went and finished her sliders and Victor finally got his bathroom break. By the time they closed at 6:30 PM in-game, they’d made a nice profit of $4,174 on everything they’d sold! :) Yeah, I know Alice and Smiler can make more than that just in royalties on their books and videos, but it’s still pretty good considering I have everything on "sale" prices. Anyway, Alice called everyone down to the basement to eat, and she and Victor enjoyed some sliders while Smiler had a plasma fruit and bred some frogs to create an additional plasma pack to drink. Alice then went to clean up her plate –

And for some reason headed upstairs to do so. Following her, I realized that what she was doing was clearing some rotten raw meat out of the “butcher” display – and that a lot of the remaining meat was ALSO going rotten as she did so. D: Cue me trying to coordinate her and Victor’s efforts to clean up all the spoiled food from both the meat display and the fridges (which lead to a lot of "placing a pile of dirty dishes on the nearest consignment shelf," annoyingly) while Smiler went around and removed a bunch of the “out of stock” signs from the shelves. Eventually, though, everything was cleaned up, with Victor and Smiler finishing things off while Alice caught a few winks on the break room couch (her werewolf instincts were demanding a nap) –

[mandysxmuses]

(( I think we need a wholesome Verhieler memory ))

One of the problems with having a friend who had huge sweet tooth, and being someone who was overly giving and loved to cook, was that you were going to end up with a fridge and containers full of sweets at one point or another.

This was only compounded by the fact that the Void changed so much from day to day. Walter couldn't be expected to reliably find Verheiler's home all the time, and vice versa. This was not the first time Verheiler had not been able to properly cook for himself because he had been so eager to make something for someone else.

... But Walter had made his way here today. That meant freedom.

When Verheiler saw him at the door, he immediately reached out to grab the man's shoulders, pulled him in to kiss both of his cheeks, and rushed back inside.

"Stay there, stay there!"

"Ah-- I beg your pardon?"

Verheiler sprinted through his house and to the kitchen, before running right back to Walter with a container full of sugar cookies he'd decorated to look like Peeps.

"How much can you carry?" asked the healer.

"... I-- what?" Walter was still confused. "I lifted a train car once, do you need help with--?"

"Good!"

Before Walter could ask anything further, the man was running back again. ... And again. ... And again.

Another container of cookies, then one of red velvet cupcakes, an entire three-layered strawberry cake in a box that had to be created by Jemand, because he so subtly put a checkered pattern all over it--

And then some cookies that were definitely Jemand's because they were shaped like music notes and microphones.

"I'm sorry... hah... I didn't want to give these away to you, but he insisted he didn't want any more comfort food."

Before Walter could respond to that, yet again, Verheiler was going on a run.

This time there were pastel lollipops shaped like flowers, a bag of truffles and what Walter would assume were chocolate-covered cherries, a sort of layered chocolate pudding...

By the time Verheiler had rushed out to him again, he found himself being stopped.

"... You don't have to do this all at once. I can make multiple trips, you know, my area's right next to yours today." Walter anxiously grinned. "You're overworking yourself for nothing..."

"Right next to...?" Verheiler watched a pink-painted nail pointing to the left, at the distant white portal. "... Ahaha~! Lucky us, then.. I'm sorry. I hope I didn't overwhelm you."

"No, no, it's nothing. ... I didn't know you'd made so much, though ..."

"Honestly, getting the ingredients together was more of a hassle than anything else, haha~ But I didn't mind a second of it. You're my friend."

[the-fiction-witch]

Cookies

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet

Concept Party Prep

I smiled as I stood in the kitchen humming my little tune as I stirred the batter for my cupcakes, I checked my timer seeing that it only had a few more minutes before the first batch of cookies needed to come out to cool. So of course our kitchen and pretty much the whole house now smelt of delicious baked goods, mostly vanilla being the strong scent and the strawberries I cut up earlier. The sweet sounds of the birds enjoying the bird feeder in the garden as I had the door open, I soon enough heard the unmistakable sound of feet rushing down our stairs eagerly and soon enough Thomas stood holding the door frame excitedly in his red socks, blue jeans and his bulky loose grey shirt his sleeves rolled up where he had been doing laundry last I heard from him.

"Cookies?" He asks excitedly

"Not yet" I told him and his excited smile dropped

"But I did all my chores"

"Very good, And you can have a cookie when they're ready" I laughed "They're not baked yet."

"But I like when they have a slight gooey center"

"Yes and you also like eating raw cookie dough but I'm not having you get salmonella again"

"Ah! For your information, I didn't get salmonella from cookie dough." He complained "It was from that badly cooked scrambled egg from that hotel"

"Still I'd really rather you not get it again we have guests coming this weekend" I remind him as I began filling the cupcake cases

"Why do we have people coming again?" He asks

"Really? You don't know why we're having a party?"

"We're fun people?"

"It's the coronation." I remind him

"Oh yeah"

"How could you forget?"

"Because I have had way more important stuff to do. What do you care?"

"Honestly I don't but it's a bank holiday so, party. And I like parties"

"Any excuse for you to bake and decorate"

"Exactly. I decorate for everything"

"I know. Never owned different cushion covers till I met you. Now we have seasonal pillows. Not even just for the holidays we have a set of cushions that are just winter but not yet Christmas"

"It's the November pillows"

"If you've bought specific coronation pillows for the sofa I'm going to stage an intervention y/n"

"They're not coronation themed. Just… British-themed. I got one with a corgi wearing a rain hat"

"And when are we ever going to use that again?"

"... Early spring when it gets rainy?"

".... Damn it. Fine."

"Yay." I giggled giving him a little kiss and put my cupcakes in the oven taking out the cookies

"Ummmm they do smell good" he smiled coming over already trying to steal one but I have his hand a slap with the spatula

"It's too hot. You'll burn your hand"

"Too hot? I change illuminated light bulbs, I work on still-running motorbikes, and I have on-set pyrotechnics. I can handle a little cookie" he says taking one "ahhhhhh! What the fuck do you have that oven on 2000000!" 

"Serves you right I told you not till they where done" I told him "Besides its nice to have people over to watch it. god knows its a fouer hour ceremony, plus we can all drink at ten am and take the piss out of the fancy ladies funny hats"

"Good point" he says running his hand under cold water "is that why there's like four cases of beer and wine in the garage?"

"all our family and friends are coming I wanted to be prepared"