#Christmas at the Cupcake Cafe

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Review: Christmas at the Cupcake Cafe

Synopsis: From perennial bestseller Jenny Colgan comes this sugar-fueled Christmas treat of a novel, bursting with recipes and holiday cheer. Life is sweet for Issy Randall, owner of the Cupcake Cafe. Taught how to bake by her beloved late grandfather, she is proudly carrying on the family tradition with her London eatery. Not only is business thriving, the icing on the cupcake is that she also…

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christmas tree cupcakes from @janespatisserie on ig

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This party is boring... wanna leave?

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Summary: The party you are in is boring, so you ask a cute nerd guy to leave with you... that is, until you find out this is his birthday party.  Maybe a gift and a happy birthday will fix his sad evening.

✧Pairing: Michael Gavey x Fem!Reader

✧Warnings: MDNI 18+, p in v, virginity loss, oral (m receiving), overall sweet, michael being a total nerd virgin.

✧Word Count: 7.8k

✧AO3 link: here

note: so i saw this tweet in my 2020 ig histories and i said... michael gavey coded, and here we are. Here is the original tweet (wendy and joy from red velvet haha) and AGAIN this is infinite i swear i am allergic to write things under 5k

Michael couldn’t be more excited. He looks proudly at the poster indicating the date and place of his birthday. 

Nothing too glamorous, he rented one of the halls for hire in Oxford, the same one that they used for the Christmas party that (to no one’s surprise) he wasn’t invited. But he intended to do something fun about it, with the pool table and maybe some game algebraic beer pong. Who knows? It was his birthday, so he did the rules.

And he had a few friends he could invite, of course, renting a whole hall seems…. exaggerated, but truly, he couldn’t get a pool table in his room. He paid for this only for the pool table. Besides, he liked his Norman no mates friends. Friends if you could call them that; they were as friend to him as Oliver Quick once was. Just that this once… he won’t get too attached.

Well, ‘friends’ would actually be mates from the chess club, so they weren’t exactly popular these days. They barely had a girl in the group, so they weren’t great with girls either. Besides, the only other girl that he knew had agoraphobia so… it wasn’t happening. 

His mum made some little biscuits and cupcakes for his day, since she came to have a little celebration just for him and her in a near-by cafe at college. He could skip a few classes to be with his mum on his birthday, after all. 

The night started interestingly. The space was obviously much larger than what he thought it could be, so they hung around the couch and the pool table. He felt the victory as he won two chess matches and a pool game. Maybe it was birthday luck, since everything was coming up as great.

As they talked about which opening was their favourite, Michael heard a little knock. Once he approached the crystal door, he saw Oliver with Felix by his side, with some liquor bottles. 

Michael frowned a bit, as he was pretty sure he rented the room, he did it with a lot of anticipation and made sure no one else did before him. And it was crystal clear that he didn’t invite Oliver. Sure, in their friendship, he once or twice talked about doing something about his birthday, but he never invited Oliver. 

“Hey Mikey” Oliver says, with an shit eating grin, and Michael has to roll his eyes, by how smug and prideful he looked. An absolute jerk, if you asked him. Oliver didn’t even wear his glasses anymore, and was all parties and relevancy thanks to Felix. “Come on”

Before Michael could stop them, Oliver passes by his side, as Felix follows him patting Michael’s shoulder with a smirk (he could swear it was in a patronising way) and people follow from behind as Oliver looks in the room for the music speaker of the rented room.

Michael walked as the crowd quickly dispersed, and he grabbed the few gifts he received, and looked at his distressed mates. 

“Oliver you cannot be here, I rented the room” Michael screams as the room noise is quick to appear, so different from the silence of their small reunion. 

“I saw your pamphlet” Oliver says nonchalantly as he successfully manages to get the aux cable. “Birthday, eh?” He says mockingly

“I rented it! You have to get out” He says almost screaming, as the same way he did once they met, when he asked Oliver to say a sum for him to say.

“If you can get all of us out, mate… sure” Oliver shrugs, clearly not minding.

Michael looks defeated. Even if he stands there, angry, with the few gift bags on his hands, he feels embarrassed. He wanted to do one nice thing for himself, just once. It wasn’t as cheap to rent a hall for his birthday (he couldn’t do it anywhere else, truly, but he thinks that maybe the pub would have been nice even if few of his mates didn’t drink beer)

The room fills very quickly, sitting on the couches and talking as they get vases with something to drink, or beer cans.

“Michael” two of his friends approach him, and he looks at them “We could rescue the biscuits and the cake” They say proudly as they have it in his hands. 

He couldn’t fake to look at least smug, so he nods a bit numbly. “Yeah, sure.” He says a bit disoriented, looking around “The rest left?”

“This was not a party, we assumed…” 

“Not really our thing. Though Tim and Steve stayed to see if they could get any girls” 

Michael hums, and he doesn’t know what to exactly think, since he didn’t expect this. He was organised, he liked things to be as he already planned. It made him secure, and it was only logical. But this interruption made him anxious.

“I gotta save the pool balls” He says to his friends “They are going to fine me if I lose one of them” 

“What… we do with this?” His friend asks about the food.

“Uhm… take the biscuits with you…” Michael says. “And the cake… leave it on the library next to the pool table, and hide it… please” 

As he collects the pool balls, and walks upstairs to return them, he is very downhearted. He remembers the time that he invited his friends from school and only his cousins and his neighbour appeared to his party; very embarrassing and he hated celebrating his birthday with a party ever since. It was mostly his mum and granny, with his dog and cat. Nothing else, nothing too fancy.

He comes back for the cake as he tries to explain the situation to the people that manage the rented halls, there was not much for them to do, and he is suspicious that maybe Oliver or Felix paid them to keep the room. At least they promised not to charge if anything broke, and he was happy with that.

So, money wasted, party ruined and they couldn’t even sing to him happy birthday. 

He walks from between the crowd as he steals a beer. Fuck it, it wasn’t eve stealing since they ruined his party. He takes a break, since he feels really discouraged. He knows his mates are not really social butterflies, but more leaning to being socially anxious. He might need to apologise, and even face the idea that they might be annoyed at him, and maybe they’ll kick him out from the chess team.

He drinks his beer, looking at how Oliver and Felix hyped the whole thing out, people sitting on the pool table… He hopes his cake is intact. He looks at his beer can as he move it a little to stir the liquid (he totally doesn’t want to look miserable AND like an imbecile)

“Hey” A voice calls him as he drinks from his beer. He has to look up to the prettiest girl that has ever approached him, probably. You wear a pink pleated mini skirt, with a short baby pink hoodie that he could see your bright pink bra underneath. God, it was a lot of pink in one person. 

You look at him as he blinks a bit, and you look at him with an alluring smile as if waiting for him to say something, and once he doesn’t, you continue.

“This party is kinda boring” you start saying, with a soft smile and a bright in your eyes as you look at him, doing all your best efforts to flirt with him “Do you wanna leave together?”

Michael blinks a bit as he looks at you, trying to process the words in his head but he fails. “Uh… this is my birthday party” he admits embarrassed and awkwardly, as he looks away to not face the shame, and he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

“Oh” you say looking at him, your smile fading a bit, a bit worried about your comment. “Oh, I’m sorry” you say, grabbing his forearm. “Didn’t mean to be rude”

“No problem” he says, looking at how your hand rests on his forearm, almost caressing it slowly. 

“I suppose you didn’t invite all these people, did you? It was kind of a last minute call” you say looking at him, actually interested in him. “You seem pretty out of place for that”

“No… It was for me and my mates” 

“Ohh…” You say looking around, and you feel a bit of pity, which he doesn’t want nor needs. “Well, I would have brought a gift.” You say, trying to cheer him up “What is your name?”

Did they send you to make fun of him? Must be.

“Michael Gavey” He says, and he refuses to look at you, not to give you or them the satisfaction.

“Michael” you repeat, and you tell him your name too. “You are cute” you add.

He blushes and looks at you as if you just insulted him, his eyes open and he frowns a bit. He turns his head away in shame.

“Thank you” he murmurs, not sure of what to think. 

“So… your birthday is today.” You say tapping your thighs a bit. “How… randomly, I didn’t know”

“I like my birthday” He murmurs, drinking his beer hesitantly “Tis’ the day of Pi” 

“Day of Pie?” You ask frowning, your arms in your back as you lean in the wall. 

“Of Pi” he repeats “Like the pi from maths”

“Ohh, the circle thing” You say nodding and smiling, as you now understand. “Why is it the day of pi..? Ohh, it is because today it’s fourteen of March”

“Yeah” He says, as he looks at his shoes a bit embarrassed. He usually would think you were stupid, who the fuck confuses Pi with Pie? But you were the only one caring enough. 

“You seem to like maths, like your.. Your shirt” you say pointing it out at his maths pun, and he becomes aware that he has been, in fact, wearing that shirt all the time. 

Fuck, did he really fought with Oliver and with the rental people with a Math pun shirt? No wonder no one took him seriously.

“Ah, yeah…” He says awkwardly. You were very much engaging in the conversation, scooping on his interests little by little. 

“Do you know that I am flirting with you, right?” You say looking at him in the eyes and he looks from his shoes to your face, a bit surprised and panicked.

“Ehm… me? What for?”

“Because you are cute, like I said” you repeat “And it is your birthday”

“You don’t have to pity me because of that…”

“I am not pitying you. It is not why I like you. Come on, do you think I am pretty at least?” You ask as you change your body weight from one foot to the other while looking at him with the most alluring smile he has ever seen. 

God, the question sounds stupid, because you are not only pretty, but you are the hottest girl ever, looking at him as he freezes in place. Your eyes could trap him, as enchanting as they were, and your diminutive clothing was driving him insane. 

“Eh… yes” he murmurs. “Very pretty…”

He seems perplexed about the straightforwardness of this whole thing, and he is very confused. Where has this night taken him?

“I meant what I said. The party… is meh. You and I could leave together, if you want” 

He blinks, as his tongue wets his lips as he suddenly feels frozen in place. His eyes look at your expression as if you were joking, and he is unsure what to think.

“Uh… well, I have to get my cake, really, m-my mates saved it on the back of the library in hopes nobody would find it..:” He starts saying, not really sure why he is telling you this.

“Okay, we’ll search it” you say without any problem about it. “I could sing happy birthday to you and you can blow the candles”

That’s how you are now following him like a puppy, as he takes out the cake from behind some decorations that weren't hiding the cake very well, but it is mostly intact. 

You two walk together, to leave and Michael thinks that never felt so ashamed. He felt like doing the shame walk, as he passed through the people with a fucking birthday cake and a pretty girl following him.

“Let’s go to your dorm!” You tell him with a happy smile, your hand on his shoulder as you lean closer to tell him that as you both walk together.

He is confused how you’ll give him a gift if they weren’t in your room, but he accepts, as his dorm isn’t actually so far away from the rented halls, so he guides you upstairs, and upstairs, at the point where he hears you whine because of your heels.

You look a bit amazed as he enters his dorm, leaving the cake on his desk and moving to turn on the bedside lamp. He looks around, and you are taking off your heels and being just in socks. He blinks as he looks at you. Doing that means she’s comfortable here, he thinks. 

“Ah, eh…. Have a seat in the…” You sit on the edge of his bed, next to his pillows and he blinks. He wanted to say ‘in the desk chair’ but he guessed it was too late.

“Your bed is comfortable” You say smiling as you pat your right side for him to sit by your side. “Come, sit!”

Michael blinks. He dries his sweat palm by rubbing his hands on his thighs a bit awkwardly, as he takes a seat on the edge of his bed by your side. Your legs were tucked under your body, already comfortable, while he is rigid and tense, all awkwardness in comparison.

“And your mates are still at the party?” You ask looking at him, batting your eyelashes at him with a sweet smile as you lean your body weight to your hand, right beside him.

“Uhm… eh, well, they told me they left, so it was a bit rushed… I don’t know, I could call them if you.. Want to sing to me happy birthday and that…” he says a bit hesitant, and he is a bit unsure of his words when you chuckle a bit, if you knew a secret “B-Because we couldn’t… I mean we didn’t have the time for that, and my mum bought that cake because it is my favourite..:” he rambles as his cheeks are pink with embarrassment.

You were divine. In more than one way, you were the prettiest girl that he had ever talked to. And you were also the first girl in his dorm. And this close to him. And the first one to be interested in him. 

“Ah, of course… I bet it is tasty, it is sweet that your mum bought it for your party” You say smiling, as you look at him “Well, I don’t think we should call them here”

“Uh… Why not? We aren’t many, we are just seven, and with you we would be a pair number, so we could play a chess match since we are a pair. If you don’t know I could teach you” He offers. God, why did he accept this? Because you were pretty and all smiles with him, but he didn’t know what women like you liked…

“It’s not that, Mikey” you say softly, looking at him with an alluring smile, leaning slightly closer to him, which is dangerous, because it is the moment he has to decide if to look at your face or your tits. “It is because I wanna give you a gift”

Michael blinks. “Oh.”

“Yeah… It would be awkward if they were here”

His mind is numb, and he looks at you a bit confused “... Because they already gave me a gift?”

You have to suppress a laugh, as you shake your head and look down a bit. He takes the opportunity to look at your tits briefly.

“No…” You say again, with that damn tone that he can’t decipher. “You are not really good at hints, are you?”

He stays silent, looking at you as he tries to get it. “Eh… no, but I am really good at maths…”

You chuckle a bit, as you look at his face with a look he (again) cannot decipher. 

“Of course you are” you say sitting slightly closer, and he stays still as he looks at you and your tits coming closer to him “Your birthday it is in the day of Pi” you made sure to say the last word correctly, emphasising on it, and he nods a bit. 

“Yeah…” he murmurs looking at you as he licks his lips, and his glasses slide ever so slightly on his nose as he has to look down at your face

“I wanna give you a gift…” you repeat, and it is now that he feels your hand slide to his thigh and closer to his crotch. And his breath freezes on his throat as he feels your hand move slowly to rub his dick from above his clothes, and the traitor practically gets hard instantly at something that isn't his own hand. 

Michael practically freezes at your touch, as your hand slowly rubs his jeans where his erection was forming. Your eyes look at him as you smile, god, you were so provocative it made his brain go off. He couldn't take his eyes out of your face as he opened his mouth to pant a bit, a bit unsure of if to stop this or make it keep going.  It is not like he doesn’t want to do… this, but a little part of him still thinks you are just mocking him and probably there were popular jerks waiting outside to make fun of him for falling for someone so out of his league. 

But you were so pretty, lookin at him with tender eyes. As he seems so hesitant about it all. It wasn’t like he didn’t want this, but he just… wasn’t sure what to do, because this was confusing all his thoughts. How could he even impress you? 

It is you who leans to capture his lips. On yours with a kiss, slow and calm, since he was so inexperienced. It was his first kiss, as a girl rubs his cock. He surely was dreaming. 

“Do you want it?”

He blinks confused, his lips briefly open and all flustered as your hands keep on hardening his cock. “Um… yes” He swallows hard as his eyes are closed due to how good (and strange) it feels. To have a girl doing this with him.

“You’ve done this before?” You ask looking at his eyes, and his glasses are sliding on his nose and he doesn’ even notice, and your hand pat his cock which makes him whimper a bit. 

“Eh… yes, but with myself. I mean, b-by myself, like with my hand, that is…”

You giggle at his naiveness, and you add “I meant if you have ever had sex”

Michael looks at you surprised, and he adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose again. You were so direct, and this was unlike anything that had happened in his life. You confused him, with your plays and teases, he was more simple, and more straightforward. “No…” He whispers in reply, breathing a little heavily now as you squeeze him through his pants. 

Your smile is confusing, since he doesn’t know what it means. Well, he doesn’t get the clue to. Most things you do anyways. “It is your birthday” you repeat “My treat, I’ll make you feel so good, Mikey”

He looks down at his pants as you unbuckle his belt. There was something about you, so seductive and sensual as you did all torturously slow. You weren’t rushed, and even did it for his sake, as he looked so frozen by it all. 

You turn your head to look up to him as you also zip down his pants. He tried to think about anything else, because he felt on fire.

“Can you take these off?” You ask him kindly, and he looks. Briefly confused. “I really wanna suck you off”

Oh god. He almost cums on his pants. Oh god.  He repeats on his mind as he moves a bit to take off his pants, at least to his knees. Oh god, oh god. His mind tried to remain sane, he tried to think about some maths, the comfort of simple logic tries to centre himself. 

You look pleasantly surprised by his size, and you hummed in delight and he saw how you bite your lower lip. His cocks spring free, fully hard and the precum leaking out from the tip. He looked nervously at you, as his cock practically begged your attention and affections, and he could feel a turmoil form on his stomach as he pleaded with his eyes for you to do something about it. 

“So big…” you praise him with a smirk, and he looks away in shame as he blushes. It was a good thing, he thinks, but he cannot help but feel hesitant.

You gently grab the base as your left hand rests on his left thigh, helping you as you lean down to capture the tip on your mouth, and he leans slightly back as if trying to squirm away. He looks at you, overwhelmed at the warm and moist sensation around his cock, ever so slightly, but so intense at the same time. He pants as if he just ran a marathon, looking down at you as his balls tighten and feel so ready to cum. But he forces himself not to.

“Oh… A-Ah, fuck…” he says as you take his dick out of your mouth to lick it, from his balls to his tip. God, no one really prepares you to know how easy it is to cum when a girl sucks you off.

He tries to think of equations, some diagrams or anything, anything to not cum so fast. You have his cock again in your mouth, sucking on his tip and your tongue moves to tease him as well. He was going insane.

He looks at you, with your bright eyes full of delight and mischief looking up back at him, as his cock was deeper and deeper on your throat, making its way through your warm mouth. 

And you didn’t seem to mind how the drool was spilling out from your mouth, wettening your chin and how you gagged slightly the more deep you swallowed him. He was amazed, truly, looking down at you as you sucked him off. 

It was different from how he imagined. He thought that at his first time, he would lead the way, he would be confident (because he knew about porn and how these things worked) and he would be dominant enough. Yet now, he feels unsure, trembling as his balls shaked in need to release, because you were amazing and so hot. 

Maybe he didn’t know a thing about this all. He thinks, as his shoulders tense from how good the head of his cock feels in your warm throat. It sends shivers on his spine and he has to whimper pathetically. 

“You are so perfect…, I swear” He mumbles without breath, whimpering pathetically. You would have giggled, because he didn’t need to swear, but he was cute to do so.

You move your hand to take the hair out of his face, and you grab his right hand, and he doesnt get at first what you mean, until you let his hand on your hair, it is when he understands that you want him to guide you and move his hips. 

His own hips hesitate at the beginning , strange at how he is supposed to move without looking ridiculous or being uncomfortable. Instead, he takes your hair carefully, with both hands as he leaves a deep breath out. 

His little whimpers are amazing, and so hot, you love to hear it. It was almost quiet, very low, but it was a delight to hear how he whimpers as his cock twitches in your mouth.

He moves your hair up and down on his body, fucking your face slowly. He didn’t want to be reckless, and when you needed to, he allowed you to have air from time to time. 

His balls were on fire, and his dick was so hard and it felt so good as you deepthroated him that he was at the verge of cumming. 

“I’m… oh, I'm going to cum, m’sorry…” he whimpers, moving your head onto his cock more harshly, but still careful not to make a mess and make you choke on his cock. He would feel bad if he hurt you like that, especially when you do him a favour.

His hips hesitate as he starts cumming, and he releases your head because he guesses it could be overwhelming. But you do not back away, rather swallow all of his spending in your mouth, savouring it delighted as you looked up to him, and he opened his mouth in awe. 

You were his wettest dream come true.

What are the chances, the possibility that a pretty girl like you, just looked at him and decided to do this? To give him the best head ever? To help him lose his virginity, thinking he is worth the chance when you are out of his league? 

He is a man of mathematics and logic. And even being good at probability, he knew the chances were almost zero. Almost.

And you looked so brightly at him as you cleaned some of his cum dripping down from your chin and licking it, not to waste a bit. 

“It… it was good?”

“Yeah” you say without a breath, as you smile. “I love your dick, it is so… amazing” He can almost cum again when he sees you lick your lips.

“Oh.” He says a bit flustered, his mind almost numb from his orgasm. “T-Thank you…” 

It is your smile who makes him smile a bit, awkwardly and with his cheeks red. He cannot believe this is luck. He is dumb struck, looking at your lovely face with still red cheeks and a wide smile. And you just sucked him off.

He is guilty, and he looks down at your tits for a brief moment, but looks quickly at your face, as if ashamed of doing that. But you still have that alluring smile, looking at him. He still doesn’t get what it means, but he goes along with the flow. 

“You wanna see my tits?” You ask with a sweet tone, as if it was the normalest question ever. You have seen his eyes drop to your breasts and then to your face, it was cute.

Oh my god. He will likely cum immediately at the sight. He knows it, and his cheeks are red as he thinks of your question.

“Yeah, please…” He asks without breath, as he accommodates in bed trying for his cock not to give him away. 

“I would have worn something way cuter if I knew this was going to happen” You explain taking out your jacket, and to his no-surprise, you didn’t wear a shirt underneath, just the bright pink bra that poked out of your jacket. 

“You look beautiful” he murmurs looking at your still clothed breasts, and he then looks up to your face. “You… If this is your less fancy outfit, then god damn me” 

You giggle at his words, he surely was odd from all the guys you knew. Perhaps his lack of experience, perhaps his nerdy personality. You don’t know, but you find yourself wanting to do all filthy and kinky things with this nerdy man.

You take off your bra, with quickness, as he looks at you completely mesmerised by your nakedness in front of him. He blinks at your perky nipples completely to his sight, and his mind just goes off. He is pretty sure that if you asked him what 1 plus 1 was, he’d say a pair of fine tits.

“You can touch me, Mikey” you say with a teasing tone, that makes him look at your expression for a brief moment. “Like you can grope my tits and all…”

The boldness of her offer makes him salivate, he is sure, and the desire within him is just intense and he knows he has to. His left hand reaches out cautiously and grasps your right breast. 

Your soft sigh is enough for him to do it slightly more confidently, but still not too harsh. He doesn’t actually know how hard it hurts if someone gropes too aggressively, and so he prefers to be gentle with you, because you deserve all of it. 

“Here. Give me your other hand” You say, and before you can extend your hand to grab his, his right hand goes to your other breasts, as if he was waiting for it.

Your breath hitches before you giggle a bit, as he doesn’t understand you. His face is red, from embarrassment, from touching a girl, a very much real girl that desires him too, and from awkwardness in him.

“I meant, give me your hand” You say taking his right hand from your breast and he doesn’t wanna let go, but he does anyway. “I wanna… Mm. I wanna to show you something”

Again with coded words, he was unaware of its meaning. But he waited for you to tell him, as you looked at him with a smile as you waited for him to say it.

“Oh, uh…” Michael mutters as his brain finally took notice it was his turn to say something. “Eh… okay? Show me…” he says unsure what to say.

You guide his left hand down, under your skirt. He just noticed that you had not taken off your skirt yet, as he was still clothed and with his pants down. But he didn’t mind it so much as you pressed his hand against your clothed pussy. 

“You.. Y-You are really wet” he says slightly amazed, and you nod with a smile as he just leaves his hand there, a bit amazed as his fingers do the slightest move to spread the wetness on his fingers. You hum in delight as you feel how bold he might be becoming. 

“Yeah, I am” you nod to him with a smile, and he looks at you flustered, as he leaves an awkward chuckle. “And your cock is hard again”

He looked down at his dick, and in fact, he was getting hard again. He looked back at you, and he smiled a bit embarrassed. You were also smiling, and that was the only clue he got to know that you were having the time of your life.

“It’s because you are so hot…” he says in a weak attempt to justify himself. “and so pretty”

You laugh, as you kneel slightly to take off your skirt and kick it somewhere in his bedroom. You were only wearing your panties now, and he felt like a salivating dog wagging his tail at the sight. God he was pathetic.

He looked at you, and before he could try to do anything, you say.

“It will be better if you sit properly in the bed, not the edge. So you can lean back in the pillows”

He has no idea why he should lean back in the pillows, but again, he is not the one doing demands in this. In his eyes, you are doing him a favour, this was his wettest dream, and you surely got nothing from it.

He takes off his pants and he crawls to sit in the bed, his back against the pillows (he used at least three, he found it more comfortable) and so he watched at you with a smile, as you kneel up again, now to take off your panties.

“I swear that if i knew, I would have worn a prettier pair of underwear” you start teasingly, as you move your hands to the sides of your panties to take them off.

Oh god, he thinks once again, as the image of a naked woman is enough to send him into numbness again. He was just gaining confidence to take some part in this, but he was just so inexperienced, he had to decide on either cum desperately or trying to last longer, and he didn’t know that the last took all of his brain energy.

“Here” You say, grabbing his hand and leaving your panties in his hand. He looks at you, and you add “Another gift. You can keep it” 

He looks at you, slightly amazed by it. He holds your panties in his hand, and he can feel the wetness of it, knowing that you were (and are) so wet right now drives him insane. He looks at you and he blinks a bit surprised, and honestly, much more aroused. 

“Thank you..” he says as he appreciates this odd gift. He has no idea what use it may have apart from the sentimental one, but maybe it is like his own trophy? 

You get comfortable, still kneeling on the bed, you crawl to be atop of his lap. Each knee on the side of his thighs, and he has to look up to see you. Maybe his favourite part about this is how your tits are in front of his face. He loves it.

“Your hand” She asks, and when she extends her hand he is clever enough not to make the same mistake twice. He passes her his hand, and she guides it to her pussy once again.

Now he knows. Why men went to war for women. Why Troy was destroyed, for stealing one woman. Why men went insane for the touch of a woman. He gets it now. 

Your pussy drips wet as he touches it; bare and warm. He is surprised, in all honesty, as his fingers are rigidly moving forward and back. It is not rough; but it is rigid enough to let know his inexperience in the matter.

“I wanna make you feel good” He says looking at you, almost begging for you to teach him how. He wants to know the secrets that could have you squirm and moan crazily over him, as he was over you. 

“This is about you” You say, your hands moving to the edge of his shirt, to take it off from him. He helps you in it, and he leaves a breath as now both of you were naked in front of each other.

Your soft hand caresses his chest. He is no muscular guy; yet you caress him so tenderly that he has to look at you with that puppy look. He really wants to make you feel good.

“Tell me what to do.” He asks again, he looks pathetically needy to you; eager to make you cum on his fingers, and eager to learn how to please you.  His fingers linger hesitantly around your pussy, and he does his best guiding himself from little experience and instinct. 

You smirk as you bite your lower lip as you let a little whimper out. He was cute and hot, more than most guys you knew from before. Maybe getting with the nerd was a fantastic idea.

“I want you to fuck me” You say instead, smiling at him “I want your cock, not your fingers- for now. Besides, this is about you. You are the birthday boy”

As your hips lower on his lap, he takes off his fingers and looks at you sitting above his cock. You grind slightly as he opens his mouth agape slightly, the mere thought of fucking you has him all excited, and aroused.

“I do wanna.. Do that” Michael says with a longing smile, as you nod to him. The feeling of your pussy rubbing against his own dick. He can’t take it anymore, he longs for you too much. 

He is clumsy as he moves his hips, the head of his cock passing eagerly through your folds in search of your entrance, and he looks up at you as you moan at the feeling. He got something right. 

His puppy eyes catch your attention as his tip presses on your centre, and you look down at him a bit breathlessly. “You can’t cum so fast, Mikey. I want you to enjoy it” He nods when you tell him that, and he leaves a shaky breath at the feeling. 

“I… I’ll try…” He says looking at you, trying his best to hold back. But your body is too tempting for him. He is going to pass out, surely.

You move to search for something in your clothes, and you take a condom from somewhere. He isn’t too sure. He is looking at the ceiling waiting for you as he thinks on some hard equation from class, and he tries for the burning turmoil on his belly, full of lust and desire to calm down even a bit. He wants to have you moaning on his cock so hard, he will need strength.

Your movement is fluid when you put the condom on his length, and he is sure you have done this so many times. On other occasions, he’ll think something witty about it, but now he is rather intimidated. How is he supposed to compete with your experiences?

You move your hips slightly, as you start to sit down on his cock from one move. Slow and soft, he is sure you make sure it isn’t so intense for him, as your walls have a tight grip on his hard cock, and the feeling of finally being inside of a woman is incredibly intimate. His cock pulsates on your insides, and he has to look down, enjoying the sight of his thick cock stretching your pussy.

“Fuck…” You say breathlessly as you throw your head back, moaning in delight as you move your hips slightly.

“You’re so warm… and thigh..” he pants, his hands go to your hips as you ride him. 

“It feels nice?”

“More than that” He says looking up to you, and he whimpers as you move your hips. 

“I’ll let you get used to it.” You tell him softly “I think it could be a bit overwhelming, I guess”

“Yeah. A bit” he says with an awkward smile which makes you smile too, and you grab his cheeks as you lean a bit to kiss him softly. 

His enthusiasm is endearing, as he tries to passionately kiss you, but you are sticking with the slowness of it all. He whimpers a bit on your mouth as he can feel how your cunt tightens around him. 

Once you are apart, his glasses are again slowly sliding down on the bridge of his nose and you bite your lower lip as you hold a moan. God, what a hot nerd you are fucking.

“You are so amazing” He murmurs, looking up to you “And you feel so good…”

“Uh huh…” You hum as you whimper a bit, and so does he. 

“And I have… I have never done this before…” He mutters looking at where your pussy swallows his dick.

“I know” You say, giving him a peck. “But you make me so aroused, so hot…”

Michael blinks a bit confused, but he gains slight confidence in this. He nods at you and he lets his hands fall by the side of your legs, and he can only focus on the way that you ride him. You squeeze him, in all the way he can think of. Your cunt is squeezing his shaft. Your knees are squeezing his legs. All of your existence squeezes him, and he loves the feeling. 

He looks up at your face, you are moaning openly and you have your eyes closed as your hands rest on his biceps, helping you bounce on his cock. You look amazing. 

And your tits, God, your tits. Bouncing on his face as you ride him, all perky and perfect for him, and the sight of your tits make him leak more precum in the condom, as he tilts his hips slightly up so he gets deeper in the warmth of your cunt.

He stays looking at you, while his balls are tightening at how wet your pussy is. He is mesmerised by you, he cannot even find himself letting any sound out of his mouth. He is almost numb, looking at you as he makes you moan like this. 

He is making you moan desperately as you ride him. He is the one responsible to see how aroused he truly has you. You lean your body closer to his chest, moaning as you ride him, and he bites his lip desperate to cum. 

His own hips rut back to yours, thrusting clumsily as you sink down on his cock. Your pussy clenches around his cock, and he’s fully engrossed in the sensation.

Michael wants to cum so bad. He doesn’t think he has ever been in such a need to cum.It’s all his foggy mind can think of, cumming and you. And cumming in you, those two subjects interrelationate. 

“Tell me” He pleads, which makes you look at him again “Please, tell me how to make you cum”

His puppy eyes, how his glasses are slightly off on him, makes you moan almost on his face. 

“Your hand” You say, and he got the clue now. He is a quick learner, and instead of letting you hold his hand, he moves it down to your pussy. 

You moan at the feeling of his hesitant hand there, and he laughs a bit breathlessly, growing slightly bolder and he loves how desperate you seem. “Teach me”

“Fine, fine, wait..” You say stopping your movements, as reluctant you both may be to that.

You lean slightly back, your hand goes to grab his knee to help you not fall. He can see more of your pussy like that, and you sigh as if trying to think clearly.

“Here” You say, grabbing his wrist and moving it slightly up. He has no idea what you mean, but he is learning, so he follows your lead. “This is my clit, so you rub it… Not harshly, not too aggressive. It can be intense, but… you have to do it gently. Firm, but gently” 

He has no idea how to do both, but he’ll try. Before he can start, you grab his wrist again, and he is confused. What else is there that you take so long to say?!

You take his hand up, and your mouth is quick to engulf his index and middle finger inside, wettening them  with your own saliva before letting them go; not without leaving a provocative lick beforehand. 

“Now” You say with a slight smile “Just gently.” You repeat, and he nods.

He is so going to cum just from seeing you lick his fingers so lustfully. 

Michael tries his best, he does. His fingers find the little thing, so small, and he is unsure what response something so tiny could do. But anyways, he does as told. His fingers hesitate before rubbing slightly there, left to right at the beginning, and then up and down.

“F-Fuck!” You say almost closing your legs around his hand and dick, but you force yourself to remain open. Your other hand goes to hold you onto the mattress of the bed, so you don’t fall. You are leaning backwards now, and he can see your body in all it’s glory. 

It does have an amazing effect, he realises, as he rubs circles on your clit and you moan even higher, your legs tremble as you force them open, and you start lowering on his cock again. Unlike the last time, you don’t take the time to make sure his cock enters and comes out fully, but you just grind against it, and when you move up and down, it is barely just in the base of his cock. But the tip? It never leaves your wetness.

He wishes he could see the bump of his cock on your belly. He looks at your abdomen, and he can practically imagine how the shape of his cock would poke out from your abdomen.  

“I want to cum” He says, panting as his brain is overwhelmed. He is overdoing things, he tries to rationalise this, but between rubbing your clit, your cunt wrapping around his cock and his moans leaving his mouth, he feels like he will pass out any moment now.

“M-Me too” You whine, desperate as your hips rut more desperate on his cock, and that turns him even more. 

He has made a girl desperate for him. And he’ll make a girl cum on his cock.

Michael makes sure to rub your clit in a delicious manner. Or what he guesses is a delicious manner. And since you almost sob your moans, he’d say he is doing a fucking amazing job. 

“FUCK” He says as he feels your cunt squeeze him so much, that his mind practically goes blank “I-I’m cumming” He barely gets the words out as he feels himself spent on the condom inside.

He moans, loudly, it could be embarrassing if it wasn’t so pleasurable, and he has to throw his head back from the pleasure on how his shoulders tense up.

You grab his wrist, and he gets the clue that he has to keep his touch on your clit. Your cheeks are red from stimulation, and as he pants and whimpers from his orgasm, as he rubs your clit. It doesn’t take long, as you practically cum all over his cock, milking his dick and making sure his balls go empty. 

Even if he orgasmed first, your peak leaves him dry, and spent in more than one way. He doesn’t think he will ever hear a girl moan so loud and pleased as you when you cum thanks to him. 

When you fall to his side, he takes off the condom, leaving it on his bedside table. He looks at you, panting hard on his side, and he feels the same, as he looks at you, still mesmerised by you. 

He searches for your hand, awkwardly, and he moves you slightly closer to him. 

You both remain breathlessly, pants as you two face the ceiling. 

“So” You start saying, and he turns his head to yours, and you have another of your mischievous, alluring smiles on your face. “Have you blown the candles?”

[annebd]

winter warmers, day 8: holiday baking. ~700 words

The truth is, Max can’t stand coffee. He hates most hot drinks, in fact. But every morning at around 11 o’clock, without fail, he wanders down to Enchanté Cafe and orders a small Americano, extra extra milk and extra extra sugar, which he hopes will one day drown out the flavor of the coffee itself- though it never works- and whatever the pastry of the day is.

Max will take his coffee and pastry and sit at the little corner table by the large bay window, back turned to the rest of the coffee shop, so that he can people-watch. At least, if anyone ever asks, that’s the excuse that he’s ready to offer. But in truth, the only people-watching he’s doing is of the pretty boy behind the counter. He’s tried all of the different tables over the past month that he’s been coming to Enchanté, and this particular seat gives him the best view in the entire cafe.

It took him over a week of coming to the cafe to muster up the courage to ask Daniel his name. (He knew Max’s name right away, of course, since he’d need to call it out when his order was ready. Over the weeks, he’s come up with all sorts of nicknames, so Max is used to picking up orders for “Maximus Decimus” or “Maximiliano” or, on one memorable occasion, “Maximum Overdrive.”) When Max was finally feeling brave enough to ask for his name, Daniel laughed at him, not unkindly, and pointed at the name tag hanging slightly crooked on his apron that read, in gold script, Daniel R. “I’m Jeff,” he said with a wink, and then gave Max a free pastry.

Sometimes, when he’s been sitting at his people-watching table for long enough, Daniel will take his lunch break a little early and come sit with Max and entertain him with tales of the various characters that frequent the bakery. Max isn’t sure he believes all of the stories are true, but Daniel tells them with such enthusiasm that he’s willing to suspend disbelief for a bit. Those days are Max’s favorite.

Today is looking to be one of those days. The clock has just barely ticked past noon. Max’s coffee, only half drunk, is sitting cold and forgotten on the table in front of him, and the pain au chocolat he’d ordered on Daniel’s recommendation is nothing more than a couple of lost crumbs. He watches as Daniel makes his way out from behind the counter, hands laden with two different mugs and a small plate balanced on top of one.

He plops the plate down on the table and places one of the mugs in front of Max. It’s hot chocolate, with a candy cane nestled into the cup, poking a hole in the froth of whipped cream. Daniel’s cup looks to be a plain black coffee.

“On the house,” Daniel tells him, when Max raises an eyebrow at the goodies. He nudges the plate towards Max. “Go on, tell me what you think. I’m trying a new recipe. Christmas themed, you know?”

The small plate holds a cupcake, a pile of green frosting on top swirled up in the shape of a Christmas tree, decorated with brightly colored sprinkles and a little sugar star on top. It’s cute, and Daniel is obviously proud of it, if the way he’s nodding encouragingly at Max and bouncing his knee is any indication. Max peels back the paper to take a bite. It’s good. Sweet, and moist, and delicious. “It’s very lovely, Daniel. You’ll sell lots of them, I think.”

“Thanks, mate,” Daniel says, and then reaches over and swipes his thumb across Max’s bottom lip. He brings his thumb, which has a little green frosting on it, to his own mouth and licks it off. “You’re right. Delicious.”

Max can feel his cheeks flush pink. It feels like now or never. “Do you think, maybe, if you want, you can give me your number? And then maybe we can have a drink sometime?”

“I’d love to,” Daniel replies, and gestures for Max’s phone so that he can program his number in.

“And hey,” he says, as he starts typing. “Maybe if I take you out for a drink, I can find out what you actually like, so that you don’t have to suffer through those Americanos every morning.”

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CAFE ETERNAL SUNSHINE : HOLLY-DAY ... bullet - point fic

pairing : baker!wooyoung x baker!f!reader (background poly!ateez)

genre : cafe au, established poly relationship, fluff, holiday-ish fic

word count : 870

warnings : y/n wears glasses

suffer tag : @sanjoongie

note : this is more of just a random drabble that came to my head. no thoughts only cute wooyoung

you and wooyoung spend the early morning hours making cakes and as it gets closer to the holidays you realize that this will be your first time spending the holidays together.

you and wooyoung worked like clockwork together in the kitchen

both of you working together and individually on projects for the cafe

after months of working together, you both have been able to establish a route between each other

and mingi whenever he's been sent in to help the two of you

before wooyoung began working at the cafe, you had done all the baking

coming in hours early and staying well after the cafe closed in order to prepare for the next day

so wooyoung being hired was like a saving grace to your sanity

but don't tell him that... it would boost his already too large ego

"are we doing a christmas carol theme for the cafe?"

wooyoung's voice breaks your thoughts as you look up from the cupcakes you were currently decorating

"huh, oh yeah we are"

"what's wrong?"

along with baking, wooyoung was also really good at reading your emotions

it probably didn't help that you were like an open book most of the time

"nothing, i was just thinking"

"about?"

"you and the cafe"

this earned wooyoung's attention as he leaned forward across the metal counter that separated the two of you "oh?"

"yeah, this will our first time celebrating the holidays together. the first time you'll be celebrating with all of us. i'm excited"

"i'm excited too"

"i remember the first time me and hongjoong celebrated the holidays when we first moved in together. it was when that big snow storm happened and the power had went out and so we gathered all the blankets in the apartment and bundled up on the couch together and we just... sat there for a few hours talking before the power came back on and when the tv turned back on, a christmas carol was playing."

"it sounds romantic"

"it was! now every year we always watch the christmas carol and talk about how our year as went and what we want to try for the upcoming year. and i'm excited that you get to do that with us this year."

you've never seen wooyoung have such a heartfelt look on his face before, and the smile he had only warmed your heart

"i'm glad i can spend the holidays with you and the others and take part in your tradition."

you couldn't help but round the metal counter as you and wooyoung engulfed each other in a hug

you felt wooyoung kiss your temple as you melted more into him, the holidays always did manage to make you more emotional

"i'm glad too, woo."

when you step away from wooyoung, you adjusted your glasses before looking at him when his hands come up to gently cup your face

"don't cry, baby. seonghwa will get mad at me again if i make you cry," he teases before squishing your cheeks together and leans in to kiss you

you couldn't help but laugh into the kiss at his words and you feel wooyoung grin into the kiss as well

"sorry," you say when you pull away, "the holidays always make me emotional"

the two of you soon went back to working on the different foods, falling into that comfortable silence and atmosphere that was usually present in the kitchen

it wasn't until a few hours later when the other would come in and see you and wooyoung sitting at one of the tables taking a break

"well look at our star bakers!" san would say as he comes over to you both before him and wooyoung start to talk

hongjoong would follow behind the barista, the two of you making eye contact before he comes up and presses a kiss to your lips

"did you guys finish?"

you nod your head as hongjoong comes behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders before he starts to gently massage them

"good, good. now you can take a break before we open."

"yeah..."

"what's wrong?" he head leans over to look at you, confused look on his face

"nothing, me and wooyoung were talking earlier about how this is his first holiday with us and it just made me think about our first one together."

hongjoong chuckles at the memory

"that's one of my favorite memories."

"hongjoong?"

"yeah?"

"when we get home later... can we watch the christmas carol together? all nine of us?"

"of course, my love."

you couldn't help the smile on your face at his words and you turn around in your chair to look at hongjoong

your lover mimics your smile before he's leaning down to kiss you

"okay lovebirds! we open in fifteen minutes. get your kisses out of the way now and make sure everything is ready!"

you can't help but laugh at seonghwa's words as hongjoong rolls his eyes before giving you one more kiss, and then he's walking towards the grumpy manager before smothering him with kisses as well

you couldn't help laugh at your two eldest boyfriends before letting your eyes travel over to wooyoung who was also watching the scene before him

san had left to go set up the front counter, jongho over there also helping him

"are you ready?" wooyoung asks, his hand engulfing your own

"i'm ready."

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Sweet Tooth (Sukuna x Reader)

Sukuna wasn't the one to voice his emotions when it came to liking someone which was rare; he really didn't like many people and simply went on with his days un-bothered with that until he walked into his only favourite café and saw the new employee, you.

He noticed your smile from the first day he saw you, you always greeted each customer and that smile never left your face as you took their order and sometimes having a little conversation with them when they would pick their order few minutes later, Sukuna being himself didn't smile when you asked him for his order and simply he ordered his usual, "Black coffee, no suger, no cream. Plain black." You smiled and noted down his order and he simply avoided you when you told him to wait for his order still smiling even when he gave you his back and took his seat at the far end table staring right at you as you worked on making orders and receiving them.

He always order in and never to go because he hated walking around with his coffee cup in hand, and you were always the one to serve the drinks, "Enjoy, sir." You carefully placed his drink on the table with a smile before walking away.

It's been a Month since then and it was less crowded tonight since it was Christmas eve and most of the people preferred to stay home rather than be in a small café but not sukuna; it was already 9 when he walked in and saw the cafe was almost empty; you immediately picked your small notebook that he noticed was pink and had glitter on it; he hates glitter but not the one you are holding. "What would you like, Sir?"

"Black Coffee, No sugar." You nodded and he payed before taking a seat in one of the chairs. Watching the last customer leave and minute later you served him his usual hot drink and walked away only to come back a minute later with a plate slowly placing it on his table, it was a beautiful pink cupcake. He raised a brow still cup in hand, "I didn't order a cupcake."

"I know, Sir" you replied with a smile, "it's on me."

"Why?"

You shrugged, "you always order the same black coffee and never one with sugar even though suger is great not too much of it but once a while having suger makes a person happy, well, I'm not sure if that's true but I guess I heard it somewhere, probably from the articles I read on pinterest but that's besides the point." He noticed how chatty you were and he smirked as you were rambling about suger, and without thinking you took the seat that was opposite to him still talking as he simply nodded and drank his coffee.

"So, my point it, don't just drink back coffee, have a cake once a while, Sir."

"Go out with me," He said without hesitation. Your eyes widened, "Huh?" He got up, and so did you. Taking a pen out of his pocket, he handed it to you and forwarded his hand, asking for your number without words. You shrugged and wrote your number on his palm, "We should go to this new cake shop, text me." You said with a smile, and he chuckled, ruffling your hair, which made you chuckle, "Great, sweet-tooth." With that, he left the café still watching you from the window as you collected the cups and went behind the counter, still smiling that perfect smile.

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In lieu of Season Five just around the corner, I thought it would be fun to do a Work is Published Wednesday for my TK Strand’s 30th Birthday fic TK Strand’s Sweet 16 (times 2) (minus 2) 🎂

Lucy’s setting a comically large glass filled with an orange liquid in front of Mateo when TK comes into the kitchen. She elbows Mateo in the side hard, and he plasters a big cheesy smile on his face.

TK, oblivious to the weird vibe on the other side of the room, leans against the counter next to Carlos, pulling his attention away from the spectacle. He happily accepts the remaining half of Carlos’s taco when he hands it to him. TK takes a bite and closes his eyes as he chews. “Oh, I always forget how good that is.”

After a moment, he puts his hand on Carlos's forearm. “How are you doing?” he asks.

“How am I doing? It’s your birthday. I’m doing fine.”

“Sweetheart,” TK says, voice somehow both soft and stern. “This is the first big family blowout since your dad. It would be understandable if you were feeling sensitive. I just wanted to check in with you.”

He thinks about that for a moment. He wants to give TK’s considerate concern the time it deserves. It’s true — this is the first big family party since they lost his father. He’d still been too broken-hearted to do any kind of big celebration for his own birthday. He knew TK and his mom had wanted to do something, but they’d respected his request for a low key day. They’d resumed Sunday lunches about a month after Gabriel’s passing, but those were more subdued affairs. They had a quiet Thanksgiving last month, the first major holiday without him. Christmas is sure to be harder.

He looks inward and finds the sadness is there, of course, but it’s much quieter than it was even a couple months ago. He finds himself feeling an overwhelming sense of joy tonight. His entire family has come together to celebrate his new husband. That’s something he never thought he would have.

“Dad would have loved this,” he says. “He loved you. I think I’ll always feel a little melancholy at family gatherings. But tonight I’m just happy celebrating you. My sweet husband.”

A beautiful smile crosses TK’s face and his eyes go soft. Whatever he’s about to say is cut off by Mateo exclaiming across the kitchen.

“Oh! Cupcakes! Maybe a cupcake will make me happy.”

He takes a huge bite before anyone can warn him, and immediately makes a sour face and spits it out.

“Oh my god, poison!”

“Oh, dear,” Tía Lucy says as she refills his sangria. “Wash it out.”

“It burns a little!”

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🎃Tokyo Revengers Dad's : Halloween edition 🎃 Ft: 20+ daddy's TW: none (unedited) Resident: @enchantedforest-network Photo: Tokyo Revengers x Tower Records Cafe

Taiju

-one of his kids would dress as a shark (tell me I’m wrong). When he sees them walking in front of them he could see the sale of the costume mimic like a shark's tail. -Would his kids trick or treat in the upper scale areas in Tokyo they get the good candy (the king size candy bars). -Would be the type to finish trick or treating early so it wouldn’t get too late.

Hanma

-Three kids dress them as lock, shock and barrel from the nightmare before Christmas. -Definitely cause mischief with his kids and teach them the fun of ding dong ditching or TP’ing someone's house if they didn’t give candy out. -Would pick some of the candies from his kids bucket but they would happily share with him

Chifuyu

-His child would be either a black cat or a witch and carry around a stuffed black cat. -Go with group friends and they all take their kids trick or treating. -Check his kids candy to make sure it is safe for them to eat.

Takemichi 

-When his child said they want to be a superhero he goes all out for them, cape, mask even giving them a super cool hero name. -spend hours trick or treating till it gets every late. -His child would get tired and he would end up carrying them all the way home while they slept.

Kokonoi

-Wouldn’t settle for ordinary costumes would make sure his kids had the best costumes made out of the finest materials. -Throw a Halloween party with a big candy bar they kids would be in heaven. -Have a decorated wall so he could take pictures with his kids in there costumes 

Ran

-would spend hours at the Halloween store trying to pick out the best costume for his kids. Enjoys every minute of it to see his baby's eyes light up with excitement. -One of the dads that would dress up with his kids.  -Would rehearse with them and teach them how to say ‘trick or treat’ 

Rindou 

-Kids would be some type of battle character either from mortal kombat or street fighters.  -He has confidence his kids would win any kind of costume contest. -Scoping the competition on the kids costume contest give a smirk ‘my kiddo got this in the bag’ waiting for them to announce his kid was the winner of the costume contest.

Nahoya

-Twins he's gonna have one angel and one devil. IF one kiddo a little devil with a pitch fork. -Taking his kid trick or treating when there is a full bowl of candy left in front of the step no one is looking takes handful handy putting it into his littles one’s bag -Then he decided to empty the full bowl into his little one's bag and take off quickly.

Draken 

-Taking his precious little one to the pumpkin patch to pick out a pumpkin. -When finding the perfect pumpkins they would crave them together but the pumpkin carving he would be the one carving them he wouldn't let his little one do it.  -They would pick out the face then he would cut it out. -When taking out the seed from the inside he would see the gross yet funny look on his baby's face and laugh.

Mikey

-His baby would definitely be wearing a mini Toman uniform just like daddy would on Halloween. -He and his sibling would all take their kids trick or treating together.  -Would start telling the kids which candy they wouldn’t like so when they give him that candy he secretly wanted those candies all along. 

Hakkai 

-Having a Halloween party knowing it may be a challenge for him to take his kids trick or treating due to him being recognized by fans. -If his kids are going to be a certain theme he would join them like the Adams family or the Munsters but have his own style in it.  -All the desserts and foods would be themed all around Halloween like cupcakes that look like brains, drinks that would call witches brew, and spider cookies.

Mitsuya

-Would make his babies their costumes every year like the best daddy. His baby wanna be a ‘rainbow pony princess’ daddy got you. -Would let them know every time when they are trick or treating to say thank you after getting candy from the house they got it from. -would make sure they wouldn’t eat all the candy in one sitting and would give them one piece before bed.

Baji

-Baji would send photos to his mom with photos of the grandkid(s) and their costumes. -Would go to the same houses to get double the candy. -If they get home late from trick or treating he would make them some yakisoba noodles to eat

Kazutora

-Attend his littles ones' school Halloween parade record the whole entire parade.  -If his little one is unable to take the steps at someone's house because the steps are too big he would pick them up and place them on the top step. -When they get home they would watch a Halloween special of his kids favorite show.

Shinichiro 

-He and his kids decorate the house from head to toe with Halloween items.  -If his babies wanted their face painted he would paint their faces and do a decent job on it. -The following day he would prank his kids about eating all their Halloween candy but when he sees them crying he would apologize and give them the candy.

Takeomi

-Would have enjoyed taking his kiddos out for Halloween festivities but when they get older the enjoy more of watching scary movies -Watching classic slasher movies, ordering food and buying the candy they want to eat. -he would also have a large bowl of candy when he gets trick or treating and give them handfuls of candy. 

Wakasa 

-if he sees his baby scared to go up to a house because the decorations are too scary he would go with them to make sure they are comfortable. - He would dress up like Dracula and his baby a little vampire he would tell them ‘let’s go my little bat’ -When his baby empties there bucket they would go through the candy and would randomly give him candies that they think he would like. 

Arashi 

-He sees a haunted house on first instinct ‘oh hell to the nooooo’ but if his kiddo wants to go in he has to put a brave face on.  - He would be jumped scared a lot in the haunted house he would try to control his reflexes so he doesn’t knock anyone out -He admires that his child don't seem to be afraid of these types of things. Would go through every haunted house they wanted to for the night

Izana

-When practicing for the Halloween performance he would want it recorded so he could have memories of them when they were in their costume being so small. -He would enjoy making the sugar cookies with ghosts on them during this time of year. -Keep every Halloween costume because you don't have the heart to toss them, they hold valuable memories to him.

Sanzu

-Blog entire Oct month from when the kids find their costumes to the day it was Halloween. -Teach his kids ‘trick or treat that smells like my feet.’ -He and his kids would learn how to do Thriller or the monster mash dance.

Muto

-Kids would dress up in classic 50’s attire pompadours and leather jackets   -Making sure the brush their teeth before bed to avoid cavities from the amount of candy they got -If the kids watched a scary movie he knew that they would be staying in his bed for the next few nights. 

Kisaki

-If he missed trick or treating the way he would make it up to the kids is to take them to the store and let them pick out which candies they want.  -That cart would be filled up in 0.5 seconds full of candy picked by his kids.  -He would promise them that next year he will make sure he will be there with them so they can trick or treat together. 

Kakucho 

-If he saw his baby crying because they were took scared of a character or a person he would tell them ‘you have 5 seconds to leave or I will kick your ass for scaring my child’  -would cheer up his baby and make sure they won’t cry anymore let them don’t daddy wouldn't let anything happen to them. -Avoid homes that are too scary for his baby. He wants to make sure they have a great time. 

Inui 

-His kids love hearing him do scary stories and would make them think they are true on how he tells the story like the boogeyman.  - if his kids doubt on of his stories he would hear like the wall/floors slightly creek and catch the kids attention then he would speak ‘they are listening to you.’ -Google how to make spooky snacks with the kids. He would enjoy creating snacks and eating them with the babies. The kitchen would be a mess. 

Trunk or treat (all dad’s)

-If each man showed up with their kids they would have candy for days. -Big party for the kids to enjoy with a variety of things to do. -Each man would compete about who’s kid(s) the cutest. Because in their mind there are kids who are the cutest. -One big photo of all the kids together in their costumes even the older ones who aren't in costumes, because no matter how older they get those will still be there babies T^T

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[ohwhataniight]

I'm stuck on your heart - Chapter 5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

On AO3

Strumming my pain with his fingers

John’s life suddenly becomes dim, with only Rosie left to light it up. If anyone had told him a couple of weeks ago that he would find himself co-parenting a child with a person he was hardly on speaking terms with, he would have laughed incredulously at the fella, being out of their mind and all.

The thing is, he’s pissed. How could Sherlock hide from him a thing as important as a date? In all honesty, John knows that Sherlock has every right to, that Sherlock deserves to have his own life. Still, they’re raising a child - his child - together. And that’s becoming increasingly difficult.

Sherlock looks after Rosie while John is at work, then disappears into Mrs. Hudson’s basement, doing God-knows-what. On a few occasions, John has caught him playing “Killing me softly with his song” on the violin. He doesn’t go out a lot, which probably means that the date at the pub didn’t go that great, but the obvious fact that the detective is in pining mode doesn’t make John feel any better.

The festive spirit of the days has suddenly become oppressive, but it’s importnat to John that he stays as cheerful as possible for his daughter, even though the Christmas carols that Sherlock plays for her make his insides turn.

They exchange the most words on a few times when they’re out on a case together, but John gradually starts saying no - he doesn’t want to leave Rosie with Mrs. Hudson for a long time, what with her not getting any younger as time passes.

He loves the time he spends with Rosie, tossing her into the air, tickling her, reading her fairytales and tucking her into bed. He just wishes he wouldn’t get this hollow feeling in his chest every time he notices Sherlock looking absent-minded.

One morning, in the middle of December, Mrs. Hudson stops him at the doorway as he’s putting his coat on to leave for work. “Do you know what Rosie told me yesterday, dear? Papa no love She’lock. Do you really think that this long face of yours is worth it? Think of the baby.”

John’s lips tighten into a thin line. He slowly nods. “I’ll talk to Sherlock, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you. And... sorry. For that.”

That evening, when he returns from the surgery, he dresses Rosie and the two of them head out to meet Harry for coffee. They’ve gradually grown closer together, after she met Rosie and fell in love with her. Harry is doing better for herself now, and she also recently seems to have grown quite keen on Sherlock. In the past, John didn’t remember feeling such warmth when he spotted Harry’s butch haircut and sturdy figure sitting at a cafe, waiting for him. She does look like his twin brother, he’s always thought, thoughts drifting back to that first night he met Sherlock.

Harry spends a good ten minutes playing with Rosie, and giving her gifts (John feels the least happy about the toy harmonica - “to accompany Sherlock with”).

“So, tell me what’s ailing you,” Harry asks, sipping her machiato. The flashing fairy lights from the decorations that hang above their heads are illuminating her round face in rapid stacattos. “It’s him, isn’t it?” she asks when John doesn’t respond. “Has he found someone else?”

John surprises himself with the lack of defensiveness in his response. “It seems so, yes.”

“How many times have I told you since we were kids, John? You can’t freeze with fear when there’s something you fear, when there's something you desire. You need to speak up, be open with your feelings, before it’s too late.”

John for once, doesn’t respond. Rosie is sitting in a giant armchair, red checkered dress, white woollen tights and shiny shoes already a mess as she munches on her cupcake. She occupies herself with her new toys as John leans forward towards his sister. “I never expected we’d come to this, Harry.”

“It’s never too late to act for what you want. Our parents’ repression isn't a good look on you, John.”

As they’re paying and walking out of the cafe, getting ready to hail a cab to go home, a black limousine appears and pulls back in front of them. Harry sighs. “Duty calls you, I see. Make it right, John.”

He inhales, exhales, then kisses her on the cheek, trying to contain Rosie who’s already trying to get into the car, yelling “Unc’e Myc’oft!” They really do have to teach her a thing or two about getting into cars with tinted windows.

They climb onto the back seat. Anthea coos at Rosie, who doesn’t seem to mind the time and place and starts experimenting with her new harmonica. John’s life is a big mess.

They meet at a quiet playground at Notting Hill. “Can you not, with the baby?” John hisses when he spots Mycroft, ridiculously expensive suit and all, sitting on a bench, his weight resting on his umbrella that's fixed on the ground.

“Hello, little Watson, hello, big Watson,” Mycroft forces a smile, handing a granola bar to Rosie. “It’s sugarfree. Anthea will push you on the kiddie swing, run along.” He turns to John. "This playground was licensed recently, passed all tests with perfect marks. I had it checked".

John doesn’t take his eyes from Rosie as Anthea lifts her up and places her on the swing near the bench, but thankfully their encounter with Sherlock’s brother is brief.

“It was young love, as they call it, John,” Mycroft says quietly. “Victor Trevor, he broke Sherlock’s heart in the university. I won’t try to hide the truth from you. It wasn’t for a case, or anything like that. But I assure you, it wouldn’t have happened if you had gotten your act together sooner.”

“Your brother’s apparently... existing love life is no concern of mine, Mycroft,” John states. “Especially not a good enough reason to take me into dark playgrounds when I have Rosie with me”.

“I know my brother better than he thinks, John,” Mycroft exhales a thick cloud of air. “Do what’s right. For all our sakes. It’s Christmas”.

These days are full of firsts. John would never have assumed that Mycroft Holmes would be caught, dead or alive, using Crhistmas as an excuse or a reason to do anything. He wonders if he really does know something.

They are dropped off at Baker street. For now, all that John can concern himself with, is bathing Rosie and putting her to bed.

[foreverdolled]

christmas!!🐻❄️💕🌸

happy holidays angels!!

don’t you just love Christmas? 💕 especially a pink one <3

double layering in sweaters and leggings, leg warmers, and fluffy and frilly skirts. 💕

watching gossip girl while in Victoria’s Secret pajamas.. ⭐️🌸

gifts such as Victoria’s Secret, miffy and jellycat plushies..🐰

ice skating dates, cafe’s, winter wonderlands! ❄️💕

Baking sugar cookies, cupcakes, and hot chocolate..☕️🧁

Giving those baked goods to your family, or your lover.. 🐻💕

i’m losing my mind angels!!

have a holly jolly christmas 💕

𐙚 𝓍ℴ𝓍ℴ, 𝓋𝒶𝓁 💕💋

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

aita for not giving someone baked goods?

for a year and a half i (23nb) worked at the local branch of a cafe/bistro brand, and i became friends with rhis ready sweet kid (20m, gonna call him T). he and I meet up once a week now that I don't work there anymore, and we make baked goods together.

now, about a month and a half ago, T and I made one of my favorite recipes of all time, chocolate chip cookie dough chocolate espresso cupcakes. yes, lots of chocolate. and we took them to my ex coworkers/his coworkers, but we only had a few. so we had to pick and choose who could get cupcakes from the people on the line.

we gave out cupcakes to the manager in charge, the drive thru crew, and two people on main line before we ran out. and then this woman (34f, gonna call her N) found out we didn't save any for her.

during my 18 months at the company, she would yell at me, threaten me, call me slurs, and then act all buddy buddy with me right before I would do a baked goods day. cheesecake, creme brulee, home made pretzels, Christmas cookies, zucchini bread, anything.

so N got mad at T and I for not saving her any cupcakes, and actually attacked T by throwing bowls at him. she then told the general manager the next day that we singled her out for not getting any baked goods.

now I'm genuinely curious, am I the asshole for this? should I have made a double batch of cupcakes to make sure she and the other people on mainline who didn't get cupcakes could have some?

What are these acronyms?

[sparklebyte]

things im gonna do when i get a girlfriend

•leave lipstick kisses on her face

•cuddle her when we’re cold

•wipe away her tears

•make her cupcakes on her birthday

•ensure every Christmas is filled with love

•walk around the city with her

•do her makeup

•make her laugh and smile

•paint her nails

•take her out for dinner

•spend a Saturday morning at a cafe

•help her with her homework

•tell her I love her every day

•hold her hand

•buy her a dress

•keep her photo in my wallet

•learn her favorite song to sing it for her

•make her breakfast

•hug her

•love her

•fluster her

•be her everything

[lamentingocean]

mongrang x jaha- Christmas drunkenland

disclaimer: drinking, cussing, making out, alcohol involvement, baking, pure chaos (our OCs gonna knock the fires out of this one)

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"Hello, everyone. I'm ocean, and we have managed to maneuver jaha into giving us permission to decorate the black rabbit clan and put a Christmas tree into the lobby. Also doing a party in which we will make cheesecakes, do baking, and drink ourselves out♡ so let's enjoy ourselves. and also...for my friend. I will be inviting mongrang over to turn this party up."

"The shit dog?"

jaha spoke, interrupting his drinking session in the back. He dismounted his mouth off the glass.

"Yes. The shit dog. we want this party to be memorable, so let's invite the pervert demon over for this. and did you mentioned that you missed him?"

"NO?? I don't miss his flirting ass. I was looking forward to beating his ass when I saw him again. especially when I catch him flirting with hongshin and the maids in my clan." I ate a cupcake from a small table, and I put something on jaha's table when I went to go get yeri, sky, and seagull.

"...what did you give me?"

"Something that is used for a special occasion for you and mongrang later. I will set you up for a little conversation with him. don't stab me in the heart for giving you time to talk to the pervert demon. He isn't that bad. so come on♡" his deep voice scoffed in disgust when drips of the alcohol went to some of his face. it was the nightsky filled with stars. as I walked to the courtyard.

"Ooo.. wonder what they are gonna bring." I open the door to see three amazing people, yeri wearing antlers.

"Wassup..where is my baby mongrang!"

"He isn't here yet. But I'm planning on putting mongrang and jaha in a room together." Seagull looked around, seeing pretty chinese decor all over the clan. even the grounds of when blood, sweats, tears, and dead skins were manifested in the concrete. jaha went outside to peak his head to see if the pervert demon was here to beat the shit out of him. but only saw me, yeri, sky, and seagull walking to the entrance to the Golden jade palace. only to see the black rabbit grounds empty with colorful decorations. he sighed in slight anger. missing a bit after how much he missed him but acted like a total tsundere to a man with many flaws of his own. mongrang was a strong man. It's powerful enough to get jaha to smell shit and back away from him enough not to get his stench on his boots. Both of them had their subordinates and their martial arts to take care of. jaha wasn't a mean man, but he's just mean to people who are enunchs.

he heard commotion in the main lobby. a greeting to mongrang whispered in his ears.

"But he wasn't in the..what the fuck?" He opened the doors to mongrang, sharing a cheesecake to yeri right in the side of the room. mongrang fed it to her so softly like it's a small relationship eating dessert in a cafe.

"Oh...jaha. you're here. I have been busy trying to eat cheesecake with this fine young lady here. want to offer to drink with me next?" he stuttered without having the ability to know what to say to his attraction. His smile had him sweat a bit. it was cocky but cunning. he held the peice of the cheesecake in such sass.

"WHAT..mhm..what are you doing here."

"This kind ladies and men invited me to this proper party. what? You don't like it? you took them in since they are pretty strong at martial arts, and that's pretty nice for me." his eyes dimmed in his anger, holding back like a child trying to resist a chocolate bar that's free.

"I DONT KNOW HOW TO BAKE."

seagull in the back, trying to bake some homemade cookies, breaking the intensive attitude around the both of them. "SEAGULL. YOU HAVE TO SET IT TO A CERTAIN TEMPERATURE."

"I ALMOST BURNT THE COOKIES."

"Here's the last bite of cheesecake, yeri." he moved his hand in a motion. feeding yeri the last bite. a smell of smoke.

"Hurry up and give me the offer. get the alcohol."

"Oh, here." Yeri handed out a leftover bottle of alcohol. It was full but wasn't drunken yet. yeri held his hands and bid him goodbye to help out with the golden jade palace not being in ruins by cookies.

mongrang stared right back at jaha to his shoulder, and then. He pushed him to a random lounge right inside the black rabbit. "What do you want to speak to me about? Offering me a drink like you got sense shit dog?"

"It has nothing to do with sense. Jaha. sit down, and I will fill up your cup." he shoved himself down onto a chair in the middle of a quiet but quite furnished lounge.

"Why did you say that about my subordinates. they aren't yours to get. Your charm isn't gonna work upon my subordinates, so chill out and stop trying to take your role to play. Or do I need to take your head and bang it on the wall?"

"Don't be like that. I was only complimenting them on their beauty and strength, especially that seagull guy. he's an interesting man. But I have to ask something about you. Why do you act the way you do? Do you like me or something?" he took a sip of his alcohol waiting for his response since jaha's only response to the shit dog is insults at every hit.

"N-no..I don't. Why do you ask?"

"O-oh, I see. I'm sure if we were a couple, you would be the type to argue with me and then want to be affectionate in the next minute. Is that true? I'm not trying to tease you or anything." jaha gulped 3 shots in the span of 10 seconds and sighed.

"I w-wouldnt. and I will advise you to get out my clan before i-"

his finger reached to his chin, and jaha's beautiful ambient eyes dimmed at this. "What are you trying to do, huh? shit dog." mongrang stared into his eyes in awe left, reminiscing about the beauty of this man and his eyes all together like a blood fruit smoothie taken from the finest establishment. he looked to the side of his handsome face. seeing some red in his face like he had some red lipstick smeared like melted ice cream.

"How about we have some more shots? I'm pretty sure you would love to. Considering how many shots you drink on a daily basis right after murder or important errands." his hand let go and put one into the white bottle, and one into the small cup. right when he was done, he reached his hand to fill the small cup into a miniature ocean of alcohol waiting to be drained.

they both drunk their shots. jaha had 4 shots, and mongrang had 2. It was like a competitive game to be drunk the fastest. But this isn't a challenge. Jaha wouldn't be one to challenge the pervert demon in that matter but only to mutilate him in every back turned against the mad demon. it was quiet. only the sounds of human social interaction, cooking, and eating were around their atmosphere of no sound.

"Hey shit dog."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" their eyes shot aura like a blast of attempted intimidation.

"I was trying to ask about your ice arts? There is no need to lose your handsome facade to me."

"The fuck you mean to me?" He saw jaha drink a shot again in such a aggressive way. Like he was getting anxiety or anger in this entire conflicted conversation. The mad demon is not one to drink so much in one conversation. he isn't the nervous one.

"It's nothing mongrang. I don't need to explain myself to you. I need to know about your ice arts more. or how you feel the irritating need to stare at a women's ass and then you feel better about yourself again when I beat you in my qi again and again."

"Why do you argue with me? and my ice arts can't be shared with someone like you. You are already powerful in martial arts enough, so why should I have to share about it?" jaha's hand grew veins, and then cracks of the white bottle start to grow.

"Did you just take my bottle-"

"Look. I don't involve myself in your flirtatious bullshit and some martial arts bullshit you have going on in your head. But I don't know how to feel about what I have been feeling this past week. I don't know if it's a stump or I'm going through something mentally, but I'm just...irritated. ocean put me up to this, and I don't want to kill her because of it."

mongrang spoke in a tone almost like he worried about the mad demon. "So basically..whatever this feeling is..got you in a stump?"

"Yes. I want to stop talking about so just continue drinking shit dog."

"I'm getting used to that word at this point."

"Then dont." he sighed with his breath, having written details on it, shaky, tired, exhausted, nearly drunk. they drank shots to the point of when they were on the floor with their brains bubbling like soda. mongrang's eyes are half closed, and blood-shot, jaha's head, was on the bed with his eye-bags showing itself off.

the party was quiet. it was 2am in the morning. everyone is high. The only people awake in the palace were mongrang and jaha, the moonlight shined on jaha's glossy hair when some of his body decided to move upon the boss battle of the alcohol gushing in his system.. "mongrang."

he responded with a "hm" to excuse his exhaustion.

"ah...fuck..nevermind. I'm so damn tired right now. and I have a headache..just need..some...rest." he looked right at his face covered in the carpet in a drunken flirty expression. "Want me to help with that?

"??? I'm not in the mood for your games.. Don't do this right now. I'm gonna pass out." mongrang raised himself out of his seat. his walking being disproportionate and groggy because of the mess in his brain, he heard his footsteps right away as his vision started to blur. "What...what are you doing. asshole. "

he picked up his face, only to see a drunken mess. "Oh, so you finally did call me shit dog? alright, that's new."

"Look, I don't have time for your -" his lips reached to his own, jaha's eyes lit up in a shocked state but slowly closed in acceptance to his incompetent flirting and strategic ways to get men and women in the grasp of his hands. mongrang's hand moved up and down to his body, enjoying in slightly lustful ways.

mongrang opened his eyes to see something he had never seen before once he pulled out from the paused kiss.

he was sweating, red like a rose, messy hair, eyes like he been fucked before by someone he likes but be scrubbed away by the alcohol, the moonlight had boost his entire messy appearance of being hot but clinically insane.

"You won't get away with this shit dog. and i have my own methods of killing people in different ways." jaha broke his hair tie to see his hair gush out like water in front of the moonlight. he gave into his flirting right when he felt his soft lips arrive against his.

He couldn't resist jaha at this point.

he continued this kiss without a rewind to how his feelings were trivial and an unknown force to his emotions. Like wind in the air to fire. getting blown away to nothing but drunken love and lust at this very moment, jaha was asking for it. when he let out the black abyss of hair, he got shoved into a ponytail. mongrang got sexually sneaky with it. his hands claimed to "move on their own" and then shoved him to a wall to deep this intimidating and intimate kiss.

he then heard a little sound right when the kiss deepened in the caverns of his mouth. mongrang tasted alcohol, and he tasted dumplings, he tasted...amazing. he moaned so small, thinking that mongrang wouldn't notice since he's dumb. mongrang then shoved him to the bed so abruptly. pausing the kiss once again like a video game.

"Hic..ahh..you..ngg..asshole. I will..kill you."

"Hmph. Threats and now no weapon to wield against me... just let me enjoy this moment with you." he slowly slid his tongue into his mouth and went to attack his mouth like a battle between masters. jaha fought back in domination, but no luck against the pervert demon's mastery of tongues. he lost. what an unfortunate state he's in. down in the middle of the battlefield with pools of blood around him. how tragic. he went mongrang's body, Had a perfectly build body to match women and their legs down upon his cock.

he slid his hands up to press his hands onto his back, sliding up and down to enjoy the battle of the tongues in their mouth, mongrang then dismounted, seeing strings of saliva right at the lips of both of their mouths. "Uggg. You are insufferable. I didn't see you doing this to men instead of women."

"You think I only do this only to women?"

"What?" mongrang slowly raised his body down and kissed his abs/lower body down as a fragment of a skin tattoo. he caressed his thighs while his handling of the mad demon is doing work. he looked in lust as if he knew how to do then and how he knew how to work jaha to being a wet dog to him.

jaha covered his mouth to cease his urge to moan at the feeling of his soft lips pressing on his body. It felt like heaven to him, his mind going swirls and dystopian illusions at this. "

Do you like what I'm doing to you, madman? do you like that? I ease your insanity but put you down in my state about how I feel about you.. to be honest. I feel the same way since I was oblivious on purpose. I was pretending that I dont like you on purpose. doesn't it feel good to let out your truest feelings? Doesn't it feel good to let out that "mentally" issue up to me?" he laid his soft kisses right up to his face. jaha did know what to say, but he's holding back every urge to tug him and rip him apart in the death dungeon of sex.

"i..I guess. Don't do too much. Otherwise, I would end up looking like a mess in the morning before breakfast." he felt his soft breathing down his neck like a soft asmr wind. "I can't promise that."

his fangs went to his face, putting little nips and small bites on his neck, not enough to leave a mark. he couldn't hold back anymore since holding back his urge with drive him insane. he moaned in lust. giving him all the chances he can get with jaha at any time, at any day, and at any moment, it was all let out like a breath of fresh air. mongrang pressed his body onto jaha to taste him more on the flavor of his body. mongrang bite deeply. not caring about the consequences of getting jaha caught with bite marks across his neck in meetings or interactions.

"AH- HEY!-"

"shhhhh....calm down..please let me do this." he bit even more onto his neck until his neck turned light pink at the pain, jaha slightly winced but sighed at the pain.

he bit even harder, and some blood came out of jaha right at that second. It wasn't an accident. It was on purpose. he pulled away from him to see some of his blood staining the silk plastered bed. "it's about time I needed this." mongrang put some kisses on his neck to top it off as the final performance ending in such an enjoyable start and end.

"I don't need to end. We can continue this until someone catches us wondering where you are as a master."

"ARE YOU SERIOUS? MONGRANG AH -" he pushed open his legs, bumping his head against the wall, mongrang sighed in his shaky breathing and put down his pants, to see his veiny cock waiting on a madman to pounce and dominate "jaha.. instead of being the dominant one in every relationship in this world. I will take the award to be the first to dominate you down."

"Oh..fine. do want you want.. just do it."

(about to ruin mongrangjaha shipper's lives here😭)

[blocked-zombieartist]

Fall and Hawthornes, Part 4(last part)

Nash Westbrook Hawthorne

-Defo a fall man. Our resident cowboy loves fall.

-Hay rides and horse rides baby

-Cannot stand the smell of pumpkin and anything pumpkin adjacent. No pumpkin pie, no pumpkin spice anything. Not me projecting

-Loves a cozy fall drink though. Regularly hits up a quiet little cafe and chills there with his drink and a bagel, just admiring the outdoors.

-Long autumn walks. Sometimes alone, sometimes with Grayson, sometimes with Xander and Tiramisu, and sometimes with Libby. 

-You know this man also absolutely spoils his girl. Again with the hay rides, horseback riding, takes her to the orchard and they pick apples. Anything, you name it and he’s doing it for/with her.

-Will pester Libby for cinnamon apple fritters and pastries. 

-Has commissioned more than one fall shoot from Grayson.

-Of course, his go to fall outfit. Predictably, his old cowboy boots, a pair of dark blue jeans, a standard flannel long sleeve shirt and a denim jacket. And of course one of his cowboy hats. You all saw one this coming.

-His favorite holiday of all is Thanksgiving. He is a big part in the kitchen that day and insists on helping the kitchen staff. And once their grandfather passed, he was always the one who cut the turkey. And he always watches the Thanksgiving football game. The other boys typically came with, even if they weren’t quite interested in the game. It was a good, comfy, happy place to lay out and lounge after all that food. They all had each other. And that was enough.

-He hates when the Christmas season intrudes upon his happy little fall world. “Let fall have her day, dammit! Damned Christmas capitalism…” His brothers all find this amusing. 

-He asks Libby to make Halloween and then Thanksgiving cupcakes 

[slashingdisneypasta]

(M.I.) Finally got a chance to update! (Also, only vaguely on topic...am I wrong or is Fay wearing Blackie's coat when she goes to meet Angela's ex-lover? The guy who gets run over? And speaking of, that woman played the film noir seemingly innocent femme fatale to the hilt. It was just *chef's kiss*)

1980

It's a slow, drifting through outerspace kind of day. The kind that makes you afraid to get near the exit doors in case you go tumbling out, but you can still enjoy the view from the window. Curled in your favorite spot in the center booth, knees drawn up and wedged against the table.

Nothing but stars laid out in every direction. And...oh! What planet was that? Jupiter? Looked a little bit like Jupiter. Cool.

Back on Earth, it's May. Or you think it is. A customer said it was a couple days -was it only that long?- ago without mentioning the actual date. It could already be June.

To be honest, you've gone from not noticing to not really caring about time. Since Tommy's departure, you've got one other marker: Valentine's Day. It's guaranteed that if you and Blackie don't agree to go out, the two of you will be locked up somewhere that's practically dripping in cheesy romance.

Your clothes change according to where The Cafe sends you rather than the season, the uniform a near-constant pink monotony, otherwise. Blackie has a more extensive daily wardrobe no matter how similar it all looks, and that's not very fair in your opinion. Maybe you should ask The Cafe to give you a closet of your own, let you pick something different to wear around the place on your days off?

(Not that The Cafe doesn't have good taste, you're just getting a little tired of having it decide for you. Especially when it's so clearly designed to catch a certain someone's eye. Would a pair of frumpy pajamas be too much to ask?)

Your body, on the other hand, will never change again. At least as far as aging is concerned. You've made an effort with your hair since following the trends seems to put people more at ease -probably makes you look less like a ghost- and keeps you feeling tethered to reality. You're slipping more and more these days, but...

But.

May's important for some reason. You know that. It's just gone when you try to grasp why.

"What am I forgetting," you ask, tracking a shooting star through the void.

A cupcake appears on the table in front of you, bearing a candle. And you remember: Tommy's birthday was in May.

You eat the cupcake because it's delicious. But you feel terrible. It's been so long since you even thought about his birthday. Or yours. Even longer since you've thought about your parents' birthdays. Or their anniversary. Christmas...all the dates that used to be so important are just...gone.

"Can I see mom and dad?"

The screen flashes to life, and there they are. So much older than when you left. It's odd to see them eating dinner and going about their lives as if you never existed. You watch for a few minutes, hoping, but your name doesn't even enter the conversation. Just random chitchat about upcoming plans with friends.

"Turn it off."

Your voice is thick with grief, but you don't feel you've a right to let the tears come. You forgot them. It's fair they did the same to you.

"What the he-"

Blackie's voice. He sounds startled, the words cutting off with a thud. You turn around, peering over the bench just in time to see him splayed against the jukebox with an unusual lack of grace. He spots you after recovering his balance and glares accusingly at the ceiling; brushing himself off with an air of wounded dignity that almost makes you smile.

He appears to be listening to something, then gives a distinctly martyred sigh. You wonder what's been said that you can't hear. Sitting down across from you, he folds his hands on the table. Primly inconvenienced.

"I've been ordered to cheer you up."

"No, thanks," you say, returning to your curled up position. "I'd rather wallow."

"I tried."

He shrugs, glancing upward as if asking permission to leave. Despite the careless words, you already know he's not leaving. Not when he's twirled a cigar out of thin air, lighting up and settling in to listen.

It makes you roll your eyes and smile just a little bit. A very short-lived bit.

"I can't remember what Tommy looked like," you admit. "His eyes were green...right?"

"Brown. And he had a chipped tooth on the-"

Blackie points to the location of said tooth in his own mouth, your voice joining his as you remember.

"-front left. From a baseball when he was twelve," you continue alone. "He'd also broken the living room window with the same ball just the week before. He never did learn to be careful. Drove his mom crazy."

But it's only a little piece of Tommy. A memory conjured up by someone else. You think his smile was crooked. Or maybe it was too wide? Or maybe that's you mixing his features up with Blackie's, filling in pieces of a face you'll never see again with one you see all the time.

"I don't wanna forget," you say. "Not just him. My family, my friends. He was the only piece of home I had left and now...I'm losing all of it."

Something sympathetic and honest flashes in Blackie's eyes. It's rare you see it directed at anyone, but especially at you. Not that he doesn't like you well enough by now, but you're in the category of friendly arch-rival. You get snarky teasing more often than you get sympathy.

"Memory's a curse." He inhales on the cigar, exhaling the next words on a cloud of smoke. "You'll hold onto people long after they've forgotten you."

"Feels like they already have."

"What did you expect? It's been twenty years since you left."

It startles you to hear. Two decades, and you've spent one of them in immortal limbo.

"That's such a long time," you say, mentally floundering to grasp the enormity of it.

"In human terms, maybe. But we had this one guy for an entire century and for us it was no time at all."

Blackie looks to the window as he speaks. Giving a hint the 'or something' who jokes about pulling the wings off pterodactyls may never have been human in the first place.

But something about his tone and inability to maintain eye contact says he's confessing so much more.

You know he's been here from the beginning and The Cafe wasn't always a cafe. It was a cave. A hut. A tavern. A speakeasy. Any place that looked welcoming to the ones who'd lost their way.

Reading between the lines, you suddenly understand he remembers millenia of loss. People who'd passed through and he'd maybe cared about, though he'll never admit it. They left him the way Tommy left you. And that higher authority, the light Blackie can't look at, keeps throwing people in here with no regard for how that must feel.

It strikes you as very cruel.

You can't resist voicing your thoughts out loud, wanting to know if you're right. If he'll eventually be the only person who can even recall you existed.

"You don't forget, do you?"

He takes another slow draw on the cigar, smoke drifting toward the window when he finally answers.

"Not a single one."

Ack-

Oh Blackie.

This chapter is just as good as the others- of course!!! I get so excited every time you update you don't even know XD

I especially love the Cafe forcing Blackie to do things 😅😅😂 Haha XDD

She's sad, go talk to her.

No, I don't like her. She's mean to me.

You're mean to her.

*Blackie doesn't say anything, crosses his arms and looks away like he suddenly 'can't hear' the cafe*

*Cafe shoves him (via otherworldly power) into the room. Who does he think she is???*