#Following the Recipe (IC)
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[talking about what foods would make our OCs nostalgic for home]
me: melliwyk's is pancakes. she doesn't make them herself very often because it's kind of a hassle and she's not really a Cooks Breakfast person anyway, so they always remind her of home. I feel like her parents are also the kind of people who would, you know, if she had a bad day they'd make pancakes that are Shapes? like she doesn't ask for them, she doesn't even have to say anything, she just has a bad day at school and the next morning is like 'Good morning doodlebug, there's breakfast :)' and it's pancakes
justin: do you think they would have mentioned this to zhartook
me: yeah, I could imagine they would
justin: then zhartook has made pancakes
#đ„ș#'they're not as good-- he's very clearly just trying to follow a recipe he's not used to and doing his best'#oouugghh my SON..... sweet BOY đ#precampaign melliwyk did NOT deserve zhartook. it must be said. current mel is on thin ice as it is but at least she's gotten better#HE'S JUST A SWEET KID YOUR HONOR#I LOVE HIM#my OCs#melliwyk#about me#husband
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Finally got around to making my own masala chai thatâs allergen-friendly (which is much easier to do than I expected!)
Itâs the first cup of masala chai that Iâve had in ages so of course itâs AMAZING, but Iâm sure I can do better. I need to keep experimenting to find my proper balance of spices/oat milk/sweetener.
If anything itâs an excuse to use the mortar and pestle and feel like a wizard more often
#the recipe I followed was SUPER heavy on the tea leaves so this ended up creating a concentrate#which in turn dilutes the spices⊠which were already a little old :(#but now itâs time to buy new cardamom pods babyyyyyyyy#my plan is to eventually figure out my balance and start making big batches by concentrate to take to work and have hot or iced#this is all part of my unending work of learning to live my best life with chronic illness#whenever I have ginger my symptoms seem to ease a bit so#not to mention that a lot of the typical masala chai spices are great anti inflammatories (which I need)
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#i was having a bad day yesterday#so my partner tried a new recipe that includes some of my favorite foods (salmon & mango salsa w brussels sprouts on the side! â€ïž!)#then today took me on a surprise date to a botanic garden followed by ice cream#then we spent the rest of the day playing video games together#bro im gonna cry#weâve been together for several years now and tbh?? the spark has only gotten stronger#this has been the happiest healthiest easiest most secure most thoughtful most loving and most communicative relationship Iâve ever had#this is the only relationship Iâve ever felt comfortable enough to share all of myself without having to hide anything#and they listen closely when i share any vulnerability#i feel so safe w my partner#đ„șđ„°đ
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I heard that cherry blossoms are a flavor/edible but not until a serious pickling and cleaning procedure is done to remove the toxins
#maddie speaks#iâve seen a recipe from an old cooking channel I followed#it was a no bake sakura cheesecake#that and the fact Washington DCâs cherry blossom festival is going on#i might try a cherry blossom cake or ice cream flavor at least once in my life time#i donïżœïżœïżœt know what it tastes like butâŠ#i hope it pairs well with strawberry
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Every time I bake something I find something I can improve upon but I never right it down so the next time I bake I am always flabbergasted that it turned out the same as last time
#i donât follow a recipe ever so thatâs a whole other issue#but hey. messy but tastyyyy#just made a syrup separate from the berry pie Iâm making and I had jusssssttt a little too much to jar so I put some vanilla ice cream right#into that pot and ate the rest. yum yum#ramblings
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Cooks the most boring meals known to humanity. The foodâs not bad by any means but you will forget what you just ate the moment it leaves your camp of vision.
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Wataei baking for each other,,,,,
#thank you mihai I'm gonna think about this for the rest of the night that's a delightful scenario#wataei baking cookies for each other and Wataru decorates his really colorful with icing and sprinkles and all#and Eichis would probably be relatively simple but they'd be good everyone can follow a recipe and he learns by watching#I'm not sure if he's the decorating type#he'd be simpler with it than wataru if he is#fuzzy thoughts warm thoughts <33#wataei
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best brownies in the known universe (at least, according to my grandma)
some year and a half ago when i was getting ready to move out i combed through all the family recipes that lay lost to time and one of the ones that i found was my grandmas brownie recipe. idk where she got it from (nor can i ask cause she has dementia) and its a printed out email she sent to my mom in june 2000. but by george these the best brownies i have ever tasted. would she be pleased that i am sharing this recipe with my vast following? absolutely.
YOU WILL NEED:
5 tablespoons butter (unsalted) 1 ounce unsweetened baking chocolate (or as much as your heart desires) 2/3 cup unsweetened good cocoa powder 1 cup sugar (white) (superfine preferred, normal works fine) 1 cup sifted white flour (can use gluten free) 1/2 teaspoon baking powder as much cinnamon as your heart desires (your heart needs to desire at least some cinnamon. its essential to the recipe) 3 egg whites 1 egg splash of vanilla extract (again, non negotiable step!)
preheat your oven to 325 degrees. grease a square baking pan (9x9 preferably).
in a small saucepan over medium heat melt the butter and baking chocolate. while that is melting, sift together the flour, baking powder and cinnamon into a small bowl. once the butter and chocolate is done melting add the cocoa powder and cook it together for 1 minute. add in the sugar and stir. it will get very thick. this is correct.
set that aside to cool. while thats cooling take a large bowl and put in your egg whites, egg and vanilla. beat it up with preferably a whisk but you can use a fork if youre fresh out of whisks. once the chocolate is cool enough to not scramble your eggs dump it in the eggs and mix it together. add the flour in gradually and keep mixing until its smooth and happy.
spread into your greased baking pan. put it in the oven for EXACLTLY 18 MINUTES. very crucial step. they will come out slightly under done. that is what we want. as they cool they will continue to cook in the pan. we dont want them to get hard and sad. they are not good when they are hard and sad. do not overbake them. you will be sad.
slice them up and as the official last step on the original recipe says: EAT ENJOY AND MAKE MORE! (theyre very good with mint chocolate chip ice cream)
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I REALLY wanted a margarita that cost less than 20 francs so I got triple sec and tequila and made my own (I used to just buy the premixed stuff but I literally cannot find that ANYWHERE in switzerland) and WHOO BOY
#turns out if you just follow the online recipes and use half tequila#and also dont have ice so you just double the recipe so the cup is actually full#it's STRONK#happy monday everyone#i still need to tune my recipe but if anyone has a good recipe that imitates jose cuervo's premixed margs pls let me know#i think the trick is to use less tequila#also less triple sec#also less lime juice#all of them seem very strong#ray.txt
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on the subject of grilled cheese...
jk but furreal how do mew even make grilled cheese isnt it like. fried in a frying pan anyway? not grilled
we have a meowgical device called a sandwich toaster to make toasted sandwiches which we think is kinda the same but a bit more like a panini? somehow. it sorta crimps the edges and is suppawsed to make the middle easier to cut
this is like ours (if not the exact same one we have)
#((ic post))#we were gonna make toasted sandwiches today but cawldnt be bothfurred in the end#we tried to follow a... we dont wanna call it a recipe. a guide maybe. on how to make them and it was just greasy and all the cheese#-melted out it was gross. nevfur tried again#food;;
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Swelter
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A/N: This happened because the SAG Awards made me horny. I have no other explanation for my behavior, no other defence. Maybe that I was listening to ur dad by VIAL. Obviously also a huge thanks to @strang3lov3 for being the cutest love bug I know, and for putting up with my brainstorming sessions.
Summary: You have a crush on Sarahâs father. It is summer, it is hot, and you just want a cold drink.
Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)
Tags: +18 smut, best friendâs dad, significant age gap (reader is 19-22, Joel is in his mid-40s), SEXUAL TENSION, bee stings, groping, voyeur to some degree, f masturbation, dirty talk, an endless amount of pet names, sexy play with a soda can, praise kink, car sex, daddy kink, fingering, unprotected piv sex, joelâs cock is huge in this, creampie, premature ejaculation, pussy eating, come eating, squirting
Word count: 6.8k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54233479
Swelter
A warm Texas breeze blows through the open window of Sarahâs childhood room, making the see-through pink curtains move elegantly from side to side. It hits your back right underneath your halter neck as you lay on Sarahâs bed, caressing your bare skin and making you think of him. You wonder if his hands would have the same effect on you because you find yourself shivering but not from feeling cold. He is somewhere here, and his daughter doesnât even know that her best friend obsesses about that fact.
Sarah hasnât changed her room since she was a teenager. She told you this the first time she brought you here, which is almost a year ago today. You were here last summer too, thrilled to be invited to spend a few weeks of your summer with a friend from college and you and her have been inseparable ever since, even if you are so different from each other.
You have your face in a womanâs magazine, propped up on your elbows so you can suck on a popsicle stick whilst turning the pages. Thereâs a page with the recipe for âThe Best Fudgy Chocolate Cake Ever!â next to a page on how to lose weight, and it makes you snort.
âWhat?â Sarah turns on her chair, pausing the video on her computer.
âWhat kinda woman are you? You can choose one, but only one. Donât get greedy now!â You make a scratchy voice but then pop your ice pop in your mouth to hold up the magazine for her to see.
âSeriously? We canât win,â she groans dramatically, âChocolate cake always. I just want to be happy, and that looks like a serotonin boost.â
Suddenly, the door opens without any warning. Itâs him. Mr. Miller. You quickly remove the popsicle from your mouth, not about to show him how your lips are stretched around the sugary snack. The open door causes a draft to blow the smell of his cologne your way, and it is intoxicating beyond your imagination because you relish in it in secret.
âDad,â Sarah says with exasperation, âI thought being an adult earned you the privilege of more privacy.â
âItâs gettinâ colder outside now,â he states and ignores her comment, hand resting on the doorknob, âThe Adlers need Mercy to be walked, and the pavementâs coolinâ down.â
âI walked him when I was fourteen,â she furrows her brow and you suppress a snicker, âIâm twenty.â
âJust âcause youâre grown, donât mean you canât do right by âem,â he states matter-of-factly.
âHi, Mr. Miller,â you say from your spot on the bed as Sarah fumes quietly, absentmindedly reaching to pull the short skirt of your dress down. He can probably see the start of your ass from how it has been riding up as you lay down on the sheets.
âHiya darlinâ,â he replies and you swear you can hear a restrained sound in his voice. He turns to Sarah again, âGet your butt off that chair.â
âFine,â she follows through on her orders but still wants to argue, probably embarrassed at being ordered around by her father in front of her friend. She gestures to you, âAnd what about my guest?â
âSheâs grown too, which means she can probably entertain herself the half hour youâll be gone,â he dares wink at you, and blood courses through your veins.
âIâll just get that assignment done while youâre out,â you reassure and try not to seem like your core is shaking.
âSee?â Joel looks triumphant.
âYouâd make a hell of a lawyer,â she deadpans at her father and walks past him.
When he closes the door and leaves you alone in the bedroom, you can feel your popsicle having melted, its syrupy water running down your fingers. You switch hands and suck the sticky fingers into your mouth. The action makes Mr. Millerâs image flash in your mind and you press your thighs together before getting up and finding your laptop.
You find that itâs near impossible to concentrate on proofreading your assignment in the tiny bedroom after just five minutes of being alone. Itâs not that you canât concentrate in the Summer heat but no matter what you do, your mind keeps circling back to Joelâs voice as he called you darling. It heats you more than the sun ever could, and with every tap on your keyboard, your mouth gets more and more dry.
Eventually, you push yourself to stand from your seat at the desk and make a decision to go fetch something to drink, and it is definitely not with the intention of accidentally bumping into Sarahâs father. Not even when you do not find Joel in the kitchen and decide to bypass it altogether to continue into the garage in hopes of being successful in your search for a drink (obviously).
This infatuation started last year. It took you about ten seconds - from walking into the kitchen and shaking Joelâs hand - to realize that Sarah was cursed with having him as a father. Firstly, he was outrageously handsome; always wearing washed-out t-shirts that clung to his shoulders, always smiling with teeth, sporting salt-and-pepper curls, and sometimes even shocking you by entering the kitchen with working gloves on. However, when he opened his mouth and spoke, a southern drawl dripped from his lips and made your whole body tense up. He was charming, respectful, and laughed at the right moments. Most importantly, he laughed at every damn attempt that you made at being funny, and while it was probably an attempt to be nice and make you feel at home, it spurred you on terribly to win him over at every opportunity.
Despite all that, those opportunities werenât many. He was also cool enough to know that his daughter didnât want him hanging around all the time, and so he spent many days either in the garden to mow the lawn in competition with the rest of the fathers down the street, in the garage to fix up some old truck, or with his brother, Tommy, and Tommyâs wife who always had some DIY-project going on.
Thus, the summer became one of tanning sessions in the garden, movies in Sarahâs room, stolen glances at Joel Miller whenever he came inside to quench his thirst after hard labor, and secret longing whenever he had kept away for too long.
One particular day last year, Sarah had failed to mention that her father would be home most of the last days you were in their house, and because he was always out, you were getting more and more comfortable with walking around in your towels post-showers or leaving the door unlocked when changing.
The particular event had happened in the morning when the house had been silent except for the kitchen where Sarah was preparing breakfast, using a large box of pancake mix and the whole fruit section of the local grocery store for topping. You had just showered, standing with your head in your suitcase to search for the last few pieces of clothing you had that were clean when there was a rap on the door and a pull of the handle not even a second later.
âSarah, I needââ
You whipped around at the sound of a new voice entering the room. Your heart nearly burst out of your chest, feeling as though it was fighting its way out between your ribs as embarrassment began to flood your system. Even so, you stood too frozen to reach for something to cover yourself up.
Joel was in the doorway and dead silent, looking as if struck by lightning. Like earlier today, his hand had been resting on the doorknob and in the painfully short moment that the both of you were processing the situation, you saw that his grip tightened enough to whiten his knuckles.
And then it happened, the thing that had soaked you in forbidden desire and delicious excitement; his gaze had flickered down your body and taken you in for the briefest of seconds. His gaze had traveled from the hard peaks of your nipples to the shape of your hips and the softness of your young cunt.
âFuck,â you heard him utter as he remembered himself and his self-awareness made you finally grab the top you were going to be wearing that day to cover up your quivering body. He slammed the door shut and spoke through it, âChrist, âm so sorry, sweetheart.â
âItâs okay, Mr. Miller,â you promised but he was already gone. You immediately locked the door afterward to come so hard with two fingers on your clit that you had to hold onto the chair by the desk.
God, you want him to look at you like that again, want to tell him it is all for him. Now, as wrong as you know it is, you find yourself searching for an excuse to get him to ogle you and the chances are higher if he actually spends time with you.
âHi, Mr. Miller,â you announce yourself as you enter the garage through the door in the kitchen. Joel has his head inside the hood of his truck, leaning over to inspect something that you wouldnât understand anything about anyway. He grips the front side of the engine room to push himself to stand, closes the top of the hood of his truck, and turns around to face you.
âHey kiddo,â he returns with a smile, âHow many times do I gotta say to ya that itâs just Joel?â
âAlright, Mr. Miller,â you tease, ââI mean, Just Joel.â
You hear him laugh softly but you donât dare look at him, afraid that youâll spontaneously combust. He goes to the utility sink to wash his hands, saying nothing more and making you feel insane for coming apart in the silence.
âIâm just getting something to drink,â you explain when it becomes too much, âSarahâs room is boiling hot.â
âThatâs fine, take what youâd like,â he replies, and thereâs a kind teasing in his voice. âBut donât touch the orange sodas. Those are mine.â
The concrete floor of the garage is cold on your bare feet as you pad across the floor where an old bottom-freezer refrigerator stands in the corner, humming in the otherwise quiet room. It has seen better days, and it seems like Sarah has tried to cheer up its weathered appearance by covering it in stickers and ugly magnets.
âNow I have to get one of those,â you giggle and pull the door open, scanning the contents and noticing that the sodas are on the bottom shelf. You hesitate for just a second, and then you choose to bend over instead of crouching down. Behind you, Joel Miller is completely silent.
In the beginning, it hadnât been your intention to let the crush fester in your brain and turn it into something more but last week, during dinner out on the terrace, you had accidentally sat down on a bee and gotten stung on the back of your thigh. The cry you had let out had nearly made Joel tip over the table to get to you, his chair falling backward as he got up from his seat.
âFuck! Ow ow ow!â You cried and hobbled around on the grass. The pain was unbearable but the shock only seemed to make it worse.
âSarah, please get some ice and some antihistamines. There should be a bottle on my nightstand,â Joel ordered quickly and she rushed inside. He walked toward you, grabbing at your shoulders to ground you but his touch only heightened all other sensations. He dug his thumbs into you and your head swam, âSweetheart, âtis just a bee, shh, calm down. I need to remove the stinger. Lemme see ya.â
âIt really fucking hurts, Mr. Miller,â you said with a whine as he guided you to one of the loungers that Sarah and you had dragged out from the shed earlier that week.
âI know,â he finally let go of you so you could think just a bit more clearly, âLemme take a look. Lie down on your front.â
You followed orders with the realization of how much you trusted his judgment, that he would treat you right, moving carefully because the flex of your thigh muscle was making the pain worse. The wooden lounger burned slightly against the front of your thighs, and you pressed your cheek into its slats while screwing your eyes shut.
The wood creaked behind you as he knelt on it with one knee and suddenly, his broad hand was perched on the top of your thigh in an attempt to keep your skin taut. You sucked in a breath but he only mistook it for more pain.
âItâs alright, sweetheart. I can see it,â his breath was slightly quicker but you didnât want to jump to conclusions, âHe really got ya right on your inner thigh. Hold on.â
Your eyes shot open when his thumb ran towards the innermost part of the back of your thigh, a sort of panicked arousal spiking from your chest and thighs. He paused for a second then murmured something, a swear word that you tried to take as frustration. There was a beat but then he cleared his throat, âCan you bend your leg a little? I wanna make sure that I get it on the first try.â
âHow?â You asked stupidly. The image of how he would be looming over your backside made your heartbeat go down between your legs, âMy dressâll ride up.â
âJust bend the knee a little, pull it towards your chest,â he explained and cleared his throat once more, âOn my life, I wonât look.â
So you did as he told you, and sure enough, your dress betrayed you by crawling slowly up to sit around your hip instead of the middle part of your thigh. You looked back at him when he started picking at the stinger with his nails, and you hoped that he would not notice your gawking at his concentrated expression.
A flash of the day he had barged in on you naked flashed in your mind because his eyes were so focused on not staring at you that you nearly whimpered when you saw his eyes flicker to the spot of dampness between your legs for no more than a second.
You had worn white cotton panties that day so they would not be seen through your dress. They were straining against your pussy in this position and all he had to do was reach out, and heâd find your clit poking against the fabric from how excited you were feeling.
He had had the perfect outline of your cunt, and itâs the same now as you bend over to get to the very bottom of the fridge, reaching for a cold drink that just happens to be his favorite. You know that he can see everything, and the worst is that you know he already has. Twice. The mere thought is so dirty that your heart starts pounding in your chest and sends heat through your already hot body, so you hurry to stretch to your full height again.
With a cocky grin that is mostly put on to hide your anxious excitement about what you have just done, you turn to face Joel and walk to stand in front of him and his car. His cologne fills your nostrils again, and the scent seems once again to have a direct line to your cunt because you have never felt more empty. In front of you, Joelâs jaw is clenched but other than that, he seems a lot more calm and composed than you.
That is until you jump onto the hood of the car and scoot back, letting your bare feet dangle out over the edge. You crack open the soda in your hand and take a sip that is a little longer than intended. The satisfying burn of the fizz grounds you in the warm climate, but it is even more heavenly as you tuck the skirt of your dress between your thighs so you can place the cold can there.
Joel shakes his head with a sigh but you know he is playing a game as much as you because he cannot help but crack a smile back at you, âYouâre trouble, I knew it the second Sarah brought ya into my house.â
âOh, whatever will I do?â You ask dramatically and lean back against the windshield.
âGo morally bankrupt?â He raises a brow. If only he knew what is going through your mind. You catch him looking at you in the fashion that you have craved when you sigh deeply and cause your chest to push out.
âOnly that?â You take another sip and some of the contents spill down your chin in a thick, sticky trail due to the angle youâre sitting in. You reach up to wipe it away with your index finger and then dare to suck your finger clean with the intention of mimicking the way that you had licked it clean earlier when it had been coated in melted popsicle.
âGive it here,â he says. You lock eyes with him. However, your eyes widen slightly when he nods at the can and takes it from between your thighs. Thereâs electricity shooting through your nerves the second his fingers touch the fabric of your dress but they intensify to a dizzying degree when he takes a sip of the soda too.
Like a reflex, the sight of him drinking from the can thatâs been nestled between your thighs makes your legs fall out to the sides. Youâre worse than an obedient dog in your horniness, reacting the same way to the way he moves as it would to the sound of a bell ringing.
Your dress rides up slowly along your thighs, revealing your sweaty skin that feels sticky by now and Joel clears his throat after briefly looking down. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and when you realize the effect it has on the poor man, you grab the hem and pull upwards, âItâs so hot outside today. Donât think Iâll ever get used to the heat here in Texas.â
âCâmon, sweetheart,â he says and his face has got a pinker tint, pulse visible on the side of his neck. With his free hand, he grabs one of your knees and starts nudging your legs together again. He yanks your skirt down, âI know Iâm always teasinâ ya but you canât be doing this.â
âJesus Christ, Joel,â you say with exasperation and move your legs out again, âItâs just very hot⊠and itâs not like you havenât had a peek.â
âHey now,â he leans forward to place the can of soda on the roof of the truck, âThat ainât a fair accusation.â
âIâm not accusing you of anything,â you reply, chewing on your bottom lip, âBut youâre not denying it.â
âDonât tryna make me look like the pervert here,â he scolds, taking a step towards you and causing your stomach to do somersaults, âI noticed the way you went real quiet when my hands were on you.â
âWhat do you mean?â You furrow your brows in confusion, âYour hands were never on mââ
âDid that bee sting really hurt that much?â He clarifies. Oh, you think whilst he smirks with triumph. Something has switched in the air surrounding you, the atmosphere has become more daring, âYeah, I saw her; your pussy wet fâme.â
Itâs true. If you think about it too much, you can still feel your heartbeat in the places where he touched you, and the pulse is rapid and overwhelming. You canât imagine what it'll be like if he touches you underneath your dress, even if itâs simply on the outside of your panties. The thought has your underwear starting to dampen, the fabric starting to stick to you, and make you painfully aware of the wetness between your legs.
âDid ya touch yourself after?â His eyes have darkened slightly. His pupils are dilating with desire for your answer, and you nod hesitantly, overwhelmed by the need to tell him everything.
âDuring my shower that you told me to take,â you confess and hear him make a sound low in his throat at the mental image, âI couldnât stop myselfâ I wanted you so badly. The thought of you inside me...â
This is a crossroad, you realize, youâve said your deepest secret of depravity. On one hand, you can bolt out the door or you can make a move to show him what you really came down here for. The latter is risky but Joel is so goddamn decent that you know that if he doesnât want this - which you doubt is the case at this point - heâll gently reject you and never mention it again if it means that his daughter will continue having a best friend.
However, as your mind races with scenarios of what could or could not happen in this moment, Joel pulls you back into reality as his hand, cold from gripping the can, rests on your knee again but this time, it doesnât try to make you decent like before. Instead, it slides up under your skirt in such a slow motion that you find yourself holding your breath.
âIs this whatâll quiet down that mind of yours?â He asks in a low voice, eyes flickering from your face to down between your legs and back again, âIf I take a peek more to get it outta our system?â
âWhat are you doing?â You ask as if you do not know. Itâs your turn to be scandalized by bluntness, and you find yourself gripping his arm but not hard enough to signal that you do not want him to continue. You hope that he realizes that this is not you rejecting his advances.
âI ainât doing nothinâ that you havenât already silently begged me to do. Perhaps sometimes - and God help me, I will probably regret it - you just needa follow your instincts when a pretty girl like you has been sendinâ me heart eyes all week,â he almost sounds annoyed with you, and to stop yourself from being scolded, your hand loosens its grip on him until you remove it altogether. He smiles, âGood girl.â
âYou shouldnâtââ you feel a rush of blood to your head, adrenaline kicking in as your thoughts circle around the repercussions that this can bring. In all honesty, you had only walked in here to have Joelâs eyes on you but now, you are getting more than you bargained for and it is making you so turned on that your mind is clear and foggy at the same time. Boldly, you sit up on the carâs hood so you can reach for the buckle of Joelâs belt, âWe shouldnât be doing this.â
âYouâre damn right we shouldnât be doinâ this,â he agrees immediately but doesnât stop. His warm and rough palms skim further up your thighs until they settle by your hips, his thumbs teasing the elastic band of your panties. He starts to drag them down, the fabric nearly snapping in two when you barely register that you have to lift your ass to help him.
His fingers unintentionally caress your calves as he slides the underwear down to eventually pull them off your ankles and feet. The sensation makes your body wake up even more, a gush of wetness smearing your inner thighs and you know that you have to pull your dress up soon if you donât want it stained.
In front of you, Joel reads your mind. He shoves the hem of your dress up as far as he can without a word with desperation in his trembling hands, and you move to let him bunch it up around your waist so he has a full view of what waits - and for long has waited - for him.
When your cunt is revealed to him, he groans like he is in pain at the sight of the slick shining on your soft youthful skin. You can see how hard he is in his jeans, cock straining against the zipper at the front of them.
He looks like he wants to touch but hesitates. The first sign of his inner conflict. You remember that he did say just a peek as if thereâs an unspoken agreement that he is not to cross the line of touching what he shouldnât want to have. It would definitely be a nuclear decision if he chooses to do it anyway. It makes you want it even more, and another gush spills from your glistening slit when you clench from excitement.
Joel swears under his breath, something that sounds like fuck it and it sets it in stone; he is going to ruin you for eternity right here on his car. He steps closer until your spread knees bump into his sides, and without saying anything you move to yank his jeans and briefs down, settling them around his hips with a soft gasp as you take in the sight of his fully hard cock. He is huge. So huge that your mouth starts salivating like youâve already been fucked stupid and your walls try to clamp down on nothing. Itâll hurt. You want it to if it means that you wonât doubt if it ever happened tomorrow.
âTell me you want this too,â he seeks your reassurance.
âSo fucking badly, Mr. Millerâ Joel,â you say without any hint of second-guessing in your voice. You scoot further forward on the car and lean back so he has better access, trying your best to be elegant in your messy state, âPlease, want you in me.â
âJeez, honey,â his breath shakes, âAlready so eager. I havenât even felt if sheâs ready fâme.â
With one hand gripping your left thigh, he uses two fingers on his right hand to slide through your wet folds and you donât think you have ever been this turned on for anyone; when he flips his palm upwards and shoves two fingers inside of you, you feel more arousal drip from your cunt and pool in his hand. The longing you have felt since you saw him for the first time finds somewhere to empty all its desire and desperation into, and you whine like youâre in a state of agony.
âShhhâŠâ he soothes and curls his digits inside of you until you think you might start crying, squelching cunt trying to pull him further into you as he fingers you lazily. Your gaze drops to how his cock twitches whilst standing in the air, âYouâre grippinâ me so good, doll, canât wait to fuck this pussy. Donât cry like that. Be patient.â
âPlease, Iâm soââ your palms are flat on the hood of the car, your mouth hangs open in ecstasy and you stare down at where his ring- and middle finger disappears repeatedly into you, âItâs yours, please.â
âI know itâs mine, donât gotta say it, I know,â he coos at each of your whimpers, gets you worked up until you are just on the brink of coming, and then he moves quickly. He pulls his fingers out of you, smears his cock with what youâve soaked his whole palm with, and leans over your gasping frame to nudge at your quivering hole.
When he finally enters you, the both of you gasp in unison. He struggles with it for a moment, rubbing the skin just below your belly button to make you relax because he is so much bigger than you had first anticipated, and such a tight fit that you think he might split you in two.
âGoddamn, you are tight,â he says through gritted teeth, âFeels fuckinâ amazinâ.â
âAh,â you feel like letting yourself turn into a drooling mess already, pulsating around him from the way your body struggles to take him, âJoel, I canât.â
âYes, you can, honey,â he encourages, showing no signs of pulling out of you to free you from the burn of his girth. He growls low in his throat as you struggle with it, and you know itâs because your walls are clenching around him as you involuntarily move, âStay still, let her get used to it.â
âIt hurts,â you whine, sliding slightly on the metal underneath your ass. He presses his hips forward even further and causes you to whimper but in doing so, he holds you firmly in place by using his strong frame.
âI know but ya just gotta relax,â he goes on. He places one hand flat on the hood of the car and then places the other right on your hip, thumb going inwards to find your clit. It pulses under his finger, trying to find out whether to find the pain delicious or not.
When his thumb starts going in circles on you, your thigh muscles start to twitch and flex from burning desire instead of uncomfortable pain. He presses down a little to stroke your sensitive nub with even more determination and smiles at his success when a moan slips from your mouth, âThatâs it, honey. Just enjoy this until youâre creaminâ on me, and then I can fuck her real good.â
Your walls start to flutter a few seconds after the first new round of pleasurable sounds leave you, and the more his finger moves on you, the easier it gets to take him because the pain turns into nothing more than a dull ache in the background of ecstasy. He has you breathing faster and faster, and in return, he starts moving his thumb up and down to make his touches more direct.
God, your clit is hardening underneath his torment. He stares at what he is doing, an occasional grunt leaving him from how you involuntarily squeeze his length, and you know that he can sense it, suddenly smirking to himself as you near your climax. He admires the sight of you, eyes glued to the way the hood of your clit has drawn back, âBabydoll, look at that. Such a pretty pussy, clit peekinâ out and all. Does she wanna come on my cock?â
âPlease, yes, oh please,â you nod repeatedly, mouth hanging open in an o-shape and breaths coming out in small puffs. Your climax is within reach, and Joel looks concentrated as he more than willingly hands it over to you whilst buried deep inside of you. The concentration on his face is probably from keeping himself from spilling inside of you too soon, but God, he looks gorgeous as he determinedly strokes your cunt.
âYes, yes, yesyesyesâ oh God, Iâm⊠fuck, Iâm coming!â You shake with pleasure as he causes your pussy to spasm, your hands barely able to find out what to do and making you grab at both the metal underneath you with one hand and his wrist with the other. Your eyes are squeezed shut but you do not doubt that he is staring at you in awe as you come so hard that reality fades.
âGood girl,â he rasps, voice unsteady and hand hitting the hood of the car as the feeling becomes overwhelming, âOh sweetheart, youâre choking my dick so gââ
He swears quietly and then loudly, and suddenly, his cool demeanor crumbles because he is spilling his load inside of you with a pathetic and strained grunt. His hips stutter slightly and warmth spreads slowly inside of you, mixing with your own arousal.
You look down to where the two of you are connected, feeling fucked out despite not even having had the chance to feel him move inside of you. His come has started to spill from you already, dripping obscenely from your cunt.
âFuck,â you hear Joel say above you. He slips out of you and leaves you gaping and mewling for a second, starting to take a step back. You catch him with your legs before he is too far away, and he reluctantly steps close to you again. He looks embarrassed but gives you a smile to hide it, âFelt too good, honey. This pussyâs makinâ me all sweet on you.â
âIâm that irresistible?â You grin in your post-orgasmic haze, not really giving a crap about the lack of a proper fuck from how much dopamine is coursing through your veins.
Joel takes hold of your thighs as they are wrapped around your body and lifts them off of himself, âYouâre makinâ an old bastard like me weak in the knees, so maybe. Hah! Cominâ too soon like a goddamn teenager.â
âI liked it,â you admit without hesitation, still basking in the sweet afterglow, âMade me feel sexy and powerful.â
He scoffs but canât fight the smile on his face, âNow now, donât get cocky on me. Crawl back a little, spread ya legs fâme.â
You giggle and do as you are told, presenting yourself to him on the hood of his car. You plant your bare feet on the metal, lay back against the windshield, and smile.
âNow look at that,â he tuts as he admires his work; white ropes of come dripping down from your slit and onto the surface beneath you. He lays both hands flat on the car and leans forward, and before you know it, his mouth is covering your whole cunt and he eats from you like heâs paid to do it.
âJesus,â you groan, throwing your head back and grabbing onto the roof of the car with one hand whilst the other finds Joelâs hair. You tug and he moans against you, sending vibrations through your whole lower body and beginning the first stirrings of another high. You donât think that you can take it, squirming just like you had done moments earlier.
Joel makes a sound of disapproval. He scoops his arms under your thighs until he can lay his hands on top of them, holding you tightly against his mouth and causing you to cry towards the ceiling when he makes your second orgasm approach so quickly that nothing in your brain makes sense except what he is doing between your legs.
The hand on the roof of his car goes to his head too. You slide your fingers on both hands through his hair until they lay at the back of his neck, and then you yank once more at the curls there. His tongue works at your clit, swiping back and forth over it until you think that you might see God.
However, it doesnât stay there. Instead, it is replaced by his nose so that he can eat his own spill straight from you by dipping his tongue hungrily inside of you.
âJoelâ holy fuck, youâre incredible,â you close your eyes to concentrate on your pleasure. Who knew that the man could fuck with his tongue? He is warm and wet inside of you, slurping pornographically until you are clean of any remains of his come.
You are just about to finish a second time when he halts whatever he is doing. He pulls back only a few inches so you can still feel his uneven breaths against your cunt.
âNo! Please,â your eyes fly open, you cry desperately, and throw your head forward dramatically. You want to thrash but he still has your legs locked in his arms, so you decide to pull out the big guns and hope for the best, âPlease, Daddy! Pleasepleasepleaââ
âWhat the fuck did you just say tâme?â He looks up at you but you are too busy screwing your eyes shut in agony whilst whining for more. He growls and releases one of your legs, âI was already gonna make you a happy young lady but now, Iâm gonna make you come so hard your little brain goes dumb. See how it feels. Impatient girl.â
His hand goes between your legs. He turns his palm upwards and then shoves two thick fingers inside of your pussy like earlier, curling them slightly and then pumping them so quickly that blood starts speeding through your system a second after and your heart rate goes so fast that you know that you are just about to come.
âJoel, oh myâ fuck!â You whimper.
âWrong word,â he replies.
You correct yourself immediately because thereâs no way he is stopping again to chastise you once more, âDaddy, oh Iâ mhmm, Iâm gonna come for you. Donât stop, please, please Daddy, pleasepleasepleaâ!â
He responds just how you had liked: He closes his mouth around your swollen clit and sucks hard, finally severing all connection to your brain and you come so hard that you actually squeal. Joel groans against you, feeling you squeeze the digits he has buried deep inside you. He draws back his fingers, pressing upwards the whole way.
Clear liquid squirts from you the second he pulls them out. The gushes that follow are so intense that the leg he isnât holding anymore shakes so violently that the metal rattles under you, the car staining with your come. He repeats the move again and again, over and over, and watches the steady trickle down the hood and onto the concrete floor that turns a dark gray.
Euphoria courses through your being as you come in a way that you have never felt before. Your limbs tingle as warmth spreads out from beneath your belly button, your cunt pulses with eager pleasure, and you sob through the waves that crash over you without giving you time to recover from the last. The whole room feels brighter and its colors more vibrant.
âShh, baby, let it happen, feels so good, donât it? Thatâs it,â Joel coos at you the whole way through, guides you through it when you barely know how to use your words. He has straightened to his full height again but you donât know when, and he has slowed his fingers down to tease out a few aftershocks. You whimper feebly at each one, and when Joel seems satisfied with what he has drawn out of you, he covers your whole mound with his palm to soothe the feeling of overstimulation that settles.
âSoundproof,â he mutters, once again reading your mind when you come to your senses again and start thinking about your noise levels with furrowed brows and eyes flitting from him to the garage door. Your heartbeat has started to slow again, and the relief of knowing no one has been able to hear you makes you slump against the windshield and breathe deeply.
The remnants of your orgasm have made you smile, your body slipping into a deep state of satisfaction when the anxieties have been dispelled. Joel moves his hand up your lower body until it settles between your breasts, still covered by your dress. He caresses your heaving chest, looking at you boyishly for the first time, âYou good? Didnât cause any brain damage, did I?â
âYou think this truck has ever seen action like that before?â You joke breathlessly.
âProbably ainât the first time I disappointed a gorgeous lady in its presence,â he says with an apologetic smile, âSorry âbout that.â
âDisappointed? Youâre insane,â you stretch your arms above your head to get some of the last bits of euphoria out of your body, trying to ignore the way he has just called you a gorgeous lady. He probably means nothing by it. As your stretch peaks, you moan gently, âI came two times. Hard. Iâm not complaining.â
âJust saying that I woulda liked to do it⊠properly, I guess,â he talks as he stuffs himself back into his underwear and pants, most likely trying to feel the least uncomfortable about mentioning his overexcitement. Automatically, he steps back when you jump off the car to adjust your dress.
âThis doesnât have to be a one-time thing,â you try to act casual as you say it but thereâs no way you are accepting the best sex of your life to be a thing you will never have again, reducing it to a movie merely playing behind your eyelids as a cruel reminder of what is unattainable.
âAnd when would we have time for that?â He asks, zipping up his jeans. He wipes his hands on them, âWe canât, honey.â
âWe just did,â you mumble, picking up your underwear from the floor. You turn the panties in your hands, just about to bend down to put them on before deciding against it. Boldly, you stand in front of him and stuff your sticky underwear into his front pocket; closest to his crotch. There are extra pairs in your bag in Sarahâs room. He can have these.
He looks down briefly and then finds your eyes. His jaw clenches as he weighs his words, âWhen?â
âArenât you driving me to the airport on Sunday?â You smile and kiss his cheek, and then you leave him, your soda in hand and a mess on the floor.
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do something with king steve who secretly likes female/shy/reader
hope u like it xoxo â the one where king steve keeps his best girl a secret (shy!fem!r, secret relationship, fluff, 1.2k)
bug's one year celebration âĄ
âBoo!â
You jump when a figure appears suddenly behind the door of your opened locker. Theyâre wearing bell bottoms and a sparkly clip in their strawberry curls. Carol Perkins giggles when her attempts to scare you work. Tommy Hagan follows just behind her, laughing louder until his freckled face scrunches together.
The only reassuring thing about seeing both of them together is knowing Steve isnât too far behind. Heâs got his tongue in his cheek, and his arms crossed over his chest, visibly unamused. âWhat are you guysâ three?â he scoffs, pushing the sleeves of his sweater up to his elbows.
âYeah, three inches deep in your mom,â Tommy retorts with a boyish chuckle.
Carol squints her made-up eyes at him. She deadpans, âThatâs not the comeback you think it is, Hagan.â
You turn to Steve with a panicked glimmer in your eye. Youâre so used to being the butt of all their jokes that being in their proximity now fills you with something close to ice-cold dread. You peer at the boy beside you with pinched-together brows, knowing heâs the only one who cares about you past cheating off your homework.
âWhatâs going on?â you wonder quietly, for only him to hear.
Steve grins, brows raised and eyes twinkling. âMy house is gonna be empty tonight. âCause, you know, my dadâs got a work conference or whatever, so⊠No parents. Big houseââ
âA total recipe for disaster,â Tommy interjects with a laugh.
âYouâre throwing a party?â you ask, voice trembling. Thereâs little more that scares you than crowds â well, crowds and loud music and drunk people. Parties were never your scene. Steve knows that better than anyone.
He corrects you quickly, stammering over himself because he never wants you to feel uncomfortable. âNo! No, not a party. Itâs gonna be lowkey. Just aâ a get-together, you know? Just the four of us.â
âOoh,â Carol croons from behind you. âSo no priss?â
âShut up, Carol,â Steve snaps.
âIâm just used to you following her around like a lost puppy, thatâs all.â Carol and Tommy laugh about it together. âCause thatâs all theyâre really good at â making stupid jokes and cackling like supervillains.
Steve rolls his eyes with an annoyed huff and turns his attention back to you. You take it from him wholly, every ounce of his focus.Â
There was something ethereal in your vagueness â in how softly you spoke and how pretty you looked when you werenât even trying. Youâre quiet and mysterious and hidden. Steve desperately wants to be the one that deciphers you.
âAre you in?â he asks in a low, honeyed tone.
Your gaze falls to the tile. âI donât knowâŠâ you murmur.
âCâmon,â he croons and steps closer to you. His sneakers enter your vision until you look up at him again, peering at him from beneath your lashes. His grin is pink and pretty and lopsided. âDonât leave me with these assholes all night.â
âDick,â you hear Tommy scoff from behind you. He sounds much further away than that âcause all you can see now is Steve. And his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his stupid pretty smile.
You cave instantly.Â
You never really stood a chance, anyway. Not with the way he was looking at you.
âIâll think about it,â you mumble and turn back to your locker. You switch your English textbook for a History one and cradle it in your arms. Steve grins, knowing heâs forgotten his on purpose just so he could sit next to you all period.
âGood,â the boy hums.
âWeâre finally wearing Wallflower down,â Carol muses, giggling to herself.
Tommy knocks you too hard on the shoulder. âYouâll be one of us in no time,â he grins.
You grimace as they walk off down the hall. Thatâs the last thing youâve ever wanted. The thought of there being an ounce of similarities between you and them makes your stomach ache.
âIâll see you later, yeah?â Steve tells you, smiling quietly when you nod.Â
He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and passes you a folded-up piece of paper. He doesnât look back at you when he follows his friends down the corridor. You donât open it until heâs gone.
West wing chem lab, heâs written in chicken scratch. Come find me.Â
âââââ
The hallway at the west end of the school is dim and empty. The floors are untouched, and the lockers are sparingly opened. The air is thick and noticeably stale. You open the door to the old chemistry room with a high-pitched squeak that sounds like something out of a horror movie.
Steve waits for you in the dark classroom, lit only by the natural sunlight streaming in through translucent curtains. He sits at a table in front of the window and toys with the burner at the end of it. He turns the thin blue flame on and off and on again, silently wishing heâd plucked a cigarette from Tommy before he left.
His honey eyes flit to yours when you walk into the room. He grins at the soft smirk on your bitten lips. âWhatâs that look for, huh?â he teases, turning off the burner and sliding off the desk.
You shrug. âNothinââŠâ
âI missed you.â
You scoff when he wraps his arms around you. His wide palms smooth over your back. âYou just saw me.â
âIt doesnât count when Iâm with Tommy and Carol. I need you all to myselfâŠâ
âYeah?â
âYeah,â he murmurs lowly, ducking down to kiss you. His plush lips lock with yours, tasting of nicotine and chewing gum â a near-lethal concoction. He smiles against your mouth when you melt further into him. He parts from you with a gentle smack.
âTheyâre starting to like me, I think,â you mumble, smoothing your hands over his chest. âTommy and Carol.â
âI think so, too.â
âItâs awful.â
âAbsolutely disgusting,â he concurs, grinning wide when you giggle.
âBut, you know, maybe we wouldnât have to hide anymore,â you stammer, gaze falling when it becomes too hard to hold his. âIf they donât think Iâm, like, the lamest person on the planet.â
Steveâs brows furrow. âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, thatâs why you donât want them to know about us, right? âCause youâre King Steve, and Iâm⊠fish bait,â you conclude with a forced laugh.
âNo,â he answers instantly. âWhat? No. Thatâs notâ Thatâs not why.â
âOh.â
âI donât want them to know about us because theyâre assholes,â Steve confesses. âI mean, they were awful to Nancy when we were together. âCause theyâre miserable, and they hate when other people are actually nice. I just donât want them to⊠ruin anything, thatâs allâŠâ
You muss with a rogue thread at the neckline of his sweater and smile quietly to yourself. âI thought you were scared because you accidentally fell in love with the Wallflower instead of the Prom Queen.â
Steve scoffs. âI didnât accidentally fall in love with you, first of all.â
âNo?â you murmur, brow quirking in disbelief.Â
âNo, it was very intentional.â
âI donât believe that,â you argue with a lighthearted chuckle. You think itâs easier than saying, I donât believe you because thereâs no way you love someone like me because you want to.
Steveâs palms squeeze your sides reassuringly, like he can hear all the mean thoughts swirling in your head. âWell, you didnât make it any easier on me,â he tells you, a crooked smile tugging at his pink lips. âYou started talkinâ all smart in Ms. Clickâs class, and I started melting.â
âThatâs when you knew you liked me?â you scoff. âAfter I gave a presentation about geopolitical tensions in China?â
He exhales sharply through his nose, licking his lips with heavy eyelids. âSee what I mean? Thatâs hot.â
âGod, youâre such a boy.â
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How would the TWST boys act when they had a crush on the Reader/Yuu?
All are meant to be interpreted as romantic except for Ortho, who is a wingman for his brother in his part. Some characters might be a bit OOC. Reader is GN but will be referred to as pretty/beautiful. Minor TW for Rollo having yandere tendencies.
If anyone has anything to add or any questions, please leave an ask or comment! Requests are open if anyone wants :)Â Everything is under the cut
Heartslabyul:
Riddle Rosehearts -Â
Not the best person to have liking you.Â
Heâs not mean or anything he just... Has no idea what to do with himself at any time.Â
And itâs very obvious.Â
He thinks that if heâs very, very specific about you following the rules, youâll praise him and thus thatâll mean youâll like him.Â
Heâs⊠Trying his best.Â
âOff With Your Head!â You felt the metal clamp around your neck as you heard the echo of the words. Turning around, you saw the small redhead with his hands on his hips, face already flushing. He grabbed the drink you were holding, the surface of the coffee moving as he pulled away. âOn a Tuesday, one can only drink lemon tea past 3:14 in the afternoon!â He huffed, before using his free hand to pull you away. âIf you donât know the rules, Iâll just have to teach them to you. Come on, thereâs some tea in the garden. I have a book of rules I could read to you.âÂ
Trey Clover -Â
Heâs housewife material, heâll bake for youÂ
âAny boy can be babygirl but it takes a man to be a single motherâ vibesÂ
I never know what to say to him heâs just a normal person who likes cookingÂ
On a complete side note if you ever go to NYC, go to Aliceâs Tea Cup. Itâs this tea house thatâs kind of close to Broadway, at least last time I went pre-COVID, and itâs so good. I have the recipe book from there and the pumpkin scones are the best.Â
You walked into the Hearslabyul kitchen, smiling at the smell of apple pie. Trey was baking, and the dish had just come out of the oven. He smiled, but then slapped your hand away when you tried to grab it. âNot yet, it needs to cool first. If you really want something to eat, we have leftover blueberry scones in the fridge.â He said, looking away to get the serving plate. You touched it anyway, pulling back as you burned yourself. He looked at you and sighed, taking you by the arm to get an ice cube on it. âBurnt hand teaches best, I suppose... It shouldnât be that bad of a burn. If it gets any worse, Iâll put some cream on it...â He said, before kissing the burn. âAnd a get-well-soon kiss, of course.âÂ
Cater Diamond -Â
Heâs a silly boy, but also an angsty oneÂ
If he genuinely likes you, heâd probably try really, really hard to be the âperfect guyâÂ
And also to try to hide how into you he is because heâs scared youâll leave himÂ
Those moments when his guard drops are probably the sweetest, thoughÂ
âAh, that was fun! Well, Cay-cayâs all yours for the rest of the day. What do you wanna do now?â Cater said, having just turned off his livestream. You were behind his phone smiling at him. You were going to recommend getting a drink at the Monstro lounge, but saw how tired he was. He smiled at you when you asked to just hang out with him at home. âYou do, huh? Well, thereâs a new movie we could watch.â When you raised an eyebrow, asking if it was for Magicam, he just chuckled and shook his head. âNope. A remake of an old classic. I want to watch it with you. Iâm sure that youâd be able to make anything good, just by being there.âÂ
Ace Trapolla & Deuce Spade-Â
Theyâre together because I feel like you canât make one fall for you without the other. Itâs a âbuy one get one freeâ deal.Â
Ace would be a nightmare to have in love with you.Â
Heâd try his best to flirt, but mainly through really bad dirty jokes and pickup lines.Â
Or, by inserting himself into your life as much as possible in an attempt to force himself into a place of importance for youÂ
Duece, on the other hand, would be an angel.Â
He attempts to be an old-fashioned gentleman, like holding open doors and getting you flowers.Â
Are those roses from Heartslabyulâs garden? Maybe. Just donât snitch on him to Riddle.Â
You weren't entirely sure how you got yourself into hiding in a cabinet with Ace and Duece, but here you were, avoiding the Riddle currently screaming his head off about how someone had stolen the roses currently in your arms. You had a hand over Dueceâs mouth as he muttered apologies, trying to get him to shut up, before Ace leaned in and whispered âHey, Prefect?â You gave him a look, to which he said, âAre you from Tennessee? Because youâre the only ten I see!â He asked, voice rising in volume as he tried not to laugh, to which Duece slapped him on the arm and cried, âDonât be so loud! Youâre going to get us caught!â Ace only laughed harder, until the door to the cabinet opened. You took a dash out of there with your roses, the two bumbling baffoons behind you, the yelling housewarden already collaring them.Â
Savanaclaw:Â
Leona Kingscholar -Â
Heâs a fun manÂ
Well, not really, but his attempts are very fun for Ruggie.Â
Heâll just drag you away and force you to cuddle with him.Â
Youâll probably end up cutting class, but do you really care when itâs with the clingy lion man?Â
Throwing money at you with no regard to the amount he gives or the reason he does it is the other attempt.Â
If he can prove that heâs better at taking care of you than the lizard, he can win this round.Â
And get a better lover than his brother, but thatâs the secondary goal.Â
You were just walking in the garden when you felt someone trip you, causing you to land half in a bush. Before you could turn around to tell off the person responsible, they grabbed your waist and pulled you to them on the floor. âItâs nap time, Herbivore. Shut up and let me sleep.â When you told him that he was the one who invited you here and youâd have to skip your next class to stay, he just huffed and rolled his eyes at you, pushing a pouch in your hand. âYeah, yeah. Whatever. If youâll be like that, take this and you can get whatever you want in your lunch period. Fair deal if youâll stay.âÂ
Ruggie Bucchi -Â
Would never ask you out on a date, heâs scared.Â
The best treatment that you get before heâs sure youâre not going to be mean to him is that he doesnât pawn your gifts off for cash.Â
Afterward, heâll be a bit more affectionateÂ
Maybe even give you some of his food...Â
Also, hyena courting stuff; Shadowing a potential partner, taking a step forward and then taking a step back, and other stuff like that.Â
You heard the laughing of the beastman before you were able to see his face. He had been following you around for most of the day, but every time heâd take a few steps forward, heâd taken a few back after a second. Now, though, he had his head on your shoulder. âHello, Prefect. Look what I got!â He said, showing you a donut he had probably gotten from Samâs. âYou want a bite?â He asked, when you nodded and took a bite he bit onto the other end, giggling away. âWhat, was that really enough to fluster you, Prefect? Shishishi, I should try doing this to you again.â
Jack Howl -Â
Jack asks you outright if you feel the same way he does, especially if you two are friends.Â
Finally! A confession!Â
He doesnât want to make your friendship weird, so he wants to tell you that itâs happened and either find a way to get over you or have a happy relationship.Â
Very much âWorst they can say is no, best they can say is yesâ kind of manÂ
Aside from that, very loyal and sweet to you before he realizes that he likes youÂ
Also, a pinch of an old-fashioned gentleman in himÂ
Jack had called you out earlier that day to go on an evening walk with him, and so here you were. You were in the mountains, walking at a fairly slow pace. You neared a big tree as the sun set, and Jack took a deep breath. He took your hand, ears on high alert and tail looking undecided between if it wanted to cower beneath his legs or wag excitedly, and said, âPrefect, I like you very much. Please go on a date with me.â
Octavinelle:Â
Azul Ashengrotto -Â
Oh noÂ
He has two moods when it comes to the person he likes; Annoyingly showoffish and annoyingly terrified of you.Â
Somehow, itâs sometimes both.Â
He would talk very loudly about how well he was doing as a businessman his contracts and how much money heâd made.Â
And then you touch him and he just stops functioning.
âOh, look, Jade! Another new high this month! We might even be able to expand!â He cried, glancing at you again and again. This had been happening every time you visited Monstro Lounge; A song and dance of Azul fishing for compliments that he seemed to hate, if him leaving the room every time you complimented him had anything to say about it. This time, you grabbed his wrist as you spoke, telling him how he was doing a very good job. You watched him turn a shade of red and blue, stiffening up as he muttered out a response. âThank you... I will keep your response in mind.â The moment you let him go, Jade stepped in to talk to you as the octopus-mer ran away once more.Â
Jade Leech -Â
As the more put together of the two moray eels here, he gets the âclassierâ side of the coin.Â
Moray courting rituals of wrapping together is often described as a dance, so heâll try to dance with you.Â
Aside from that, I can see him subtly teasing you about yawning in front of him, even if you donât understand why.Â
And feeding you plenty of mushroom dishes.Â
You were stuffed, that was for sure. Jade had invited you to Octavinelle a while ago, and now you were here, eating various mushroom dishes like your life depended on it. He was smiling, another one placed in front of you. âA shiitake and crab stir fry is next. Surely, you have room for more?â He asked, a small smile on his lips. He chuckled when you yawned, âIsnât it a bit late in the season for that?â When you asked what he meant, he only shook his head and brought a filled fork to your lips. âFufu. Just focus on eating for now, Prefect.âÂ
Floyd Leech -Â
Hehe funny unhinged eel man Â
Moray eels like to cuddle, so prepare to be squeezed by himÂ
Also, yawning or âgapingâ (Opening his mouth really wide) at you.Â
Honestly, I donât have a lot of thoughts on him, heâs just a silly little guy.Â
âShrimpy!â You heard cried behind you, Floyd flopping himself over you from behind. He yawned and pushed his head over your shoulder as he spread himself over you so his weight was all on you to hold up. âWhatcha doing?â He asked, smiling at you. Once you answered that you were on your way to class, he frowned, wrapping his arms around you before lifting you like a cat. âThatâs boring! Common, Shrimpy, weâre going to find something fun to do!âÂ
Scarabia:Â
Kalim Al-Asim -Â
For Kalim, I feel as if the second he knows he likes you, you will know he likes you because heâll tell you outright.Â
Before he knows he likes you, everyone else will know he likes you.Â
Running up to you at every opportunity, constantly complimenting you, talking about you to everyone who will listen, etc.Â
Much like the other rich kids who arenât used to being genuinely wanted for themselves and not their money in this school, Kalim will throw expensive gifts at you in an attempt to gain your favor.Â
âPrefect!!â You heard someone shout, running at you from across the field of the flying lesson you were in. âThere you are! Iâve got something for you!â He said, smiling all the while. He kissed you on the cheek, and then reached into his bag, pulling out a golden bracelet. Before you had time to refuse, because it was the middle of a class where it could easily be lost or because of the outrageous price tag, he spoke up. âAnd now we match! Just like twins, see?â He had kept his ones on this time, and you couldnât help but smile as he was beaming up at you.Â
Jamil Viper -Â
Jamil might not be able to show off often, but he does try to do so for you.Â
Youâre busy and canât cook? Heâll get you some food!Â
Youâve torn a hole in your gym clothes? Heâs got a sewing kit on him!
Your homework is about to kill your GPA because Crewel seems to hate having breaks? Heâs your guy!
All in all, he attempts to woo you like a mixture of a 1950s housewife and the stereotype of tutor love interests in media.Â
â-And thatâs how to make a basic healing tonic. Any questions?â He asked. When you shook your head, he gave a small smile. âThatâs good. Iâll help you clean up in here, and then Iâve got something for you back at Scarabia.â His hand brushed yours as he helped you clear up the papers that had been scattered around as you studied. âYou mentioned wanting to try foods from the scalding sands, so I got a bunch of ingredients. Iâll make you a wonderful meal if youâd like.â
Pomefiore:Â
Vil Schoenheit -Â
Much like Riddle, you must deal with him being much more annoying as soon as he likes you.Â
Just this time, heâs annoying you about your self-care.Â
You donât take multi-hour spa baths in the crummy bath at Ramshackle? Well, now you do at the much better baths in Pomefiore every week.Â
You donât have a skincare routine that takes up half your morning? Yes, you do.Â
You will never be in better condition physically but he will continue finding new ways to push you.Â
He does it out of love because he wants you to always look and feel your best.Â
You opened the door to Ramshackle, looking at a mildly annoyed Vil. He grabbed you before you could protest, leading you away from your dorm. âCome on, Potato. Iâm taking you to Pomefiore, and youâre going to get a makeover.â When you asked why, the third year just rolled his eyes. âYou have bags under your eyes, and they seem to be from lack of sleep or stress, if your appearance when you came here was anything to say about it. So, Iâm getting you a spa day and will teach you how to take care of yourself better. If you still canât, Iâll just have to take you for spa time more often.âÂ
Rook Hunt -Â
Rook is a walking love letter.Â
Constantly waxing poetics, and talking about how beautiful you are.Â
You forget something at home and the next thing you know youâve got an arrow shot next to you and whatever you need as well as a heartfelt note is in a pouch tied to it.Â
And heâs just... There.Â
All the time.Â
Heâs in your walls.Â
You sighed, having forgotten your potions textbook for the third time this week. Truly, your memory was your own worst- What was that? A thud had come from right next to you; An arrow with a paper gift bag tied onto it through a deep purple ribbon had been shot into a tree, going right past your head. When you looked into it, there was your missing textbook, as well as a note from the giver. âDearest Trickster, it is a wonder to be in your presence. I do ask, please grace me with those eyes to my face. If only I had those, I would be happy to deliver you your books for the rest of my life.â When you looked around, you saw him; The third year excitedly waving at you from the rooftop of the school.Â
Epel Felmeir -Â
He tries so hard to show you how awesome cool and manly he is.Â
Has the same vibes as a child showing their parents how good they are at sports.Â
âHey Mom, look!â *Kicks a soccer ball and falls flat on his face*Â
Heâs doing the best he can with the skills he has, give the little guy some creditÂ
âHey, Prefect! Did ya see that goal I made at the end?â Epel said, having just finished a Spelldrive game. He had come up to you as soon as he was done, and you smiled at him, nodding and telling him that he had done well. He puffed his chest out at that, looking like the cat who got the cream. âOf course I did! Iâll even give ya a ride on my broom after our next practice, so you can see what it looks like when ya playing. Thatâs be fun, right?â He said, smiling at you widely.Â
Ignihyde:Â
Idia Shroud -Â
Scared boyÂ
Very, very scared boyÂ
He will try to run from you any time heâs nearby.
If you manage to corner him, expect him to be very flustered.Â
Maybe youâll get a sentence or two out of him if you keep trying...Â
Idia had been avoiding you for the past few days, and you had no idea why. So here you were, using the key card ortho gave you to work your way into the room of the hermit. He was hunched over his desk, eyes closed and breathing steady. His monitor was on, so when you walked over, you took the mouse out from him and went to save in his game before you closed it out. He stirred, muttering as he opened his eyes, âOne more round, Orthohmysevenitsyouohimsorryicangonow!â He bolted straight up, hair flaming pink as he pushed the swirly chair back and ran out of his own room.
Ortho Shroud -Â
His big brotherâs best wingmanÂ
Will come up to you and talk about how great his brother isÂ
If needed, pulls up diagrams and chats like heâs giving a PowerPoint presentation on his brotherâs ability to date youÂ
âPrefect!â You heard a shout, the younger Shroud brother coming up to you. âI have something that you must see! You are aware of my brotherâs affection for you, correct?â When you shook your head, he smiled, pulling up a presentation on his iPad. âThat makes this much more difficult, but very well! As you can see here, oneâs heartbeat increases when one meets with the object of oneâs affections. This can be caused by a flight or fight response, which my brother does not usually suffer from when over a call with another. However, when your voice is there, his heart rate spikes dramatically! This means that I have reason to believe that he is in love with you. In this presentation, I will-â
Diasonia:Â
Malleus Dracona -Â
He is going to try to woo you with gemsÂ
And probably other dragon-courting ritualsÂ
I think that out of the beastmen and fae, he understands the least that you donât get their courting rituals.Â
By the name he realizes that you donât think youâre dating heâs already picked out the names of your kids.Â
âChild of Man?â You heard the familiar voice of Hornton call out to you in your garden. You smiled, turning around to face him. âItâs nice to see you again. I have a gift for you.â He said, holding out a golden necklace with emeralds sprinkled in. When you tried to refuse the gift, saying it was too expensive to get âjust becauseâ he only shook his head and put it around your neck. âAll the stars in the sky would be too little to give you, and every jewel in my horde pales in comparison to your beauty. If only you wear this, then you will surely compare to my father when you take your place at my side. Although, I believe you already do in both appearance and wit.â
Lilia Vanrouge -Â
Old fae bat manÂ
He flirts with you, but it ends up being either too old-timey or too fae for you to understandÂ
For the old-timey side; According to Wikipedia, âGifts accompanied courtship in the form of a man proving coins, trinkets or clothing to the woman he is trying to woo.â So, he gets you various gifts, like coins, jewelry that he has, and whatever else youâre interested in.Â
I assume that because heâs such a long-lived fae, they range from âI found this stone in the gardenâ to âHereâs a 1000-year-old artifact capable of destroying the world if you hold onto it wrongâ
For the fae side; Male bats court by making various noises (screaming, honking, singing), flicking their wings/showing off how good they are at flying, and grooming the other party. Iâm interpreting this as singing to you, playing with your hair, and trying to impress you in flight class.Â
Also, him humming old love songs to you and playing with your hair I canât-
Lilia was sitting next to you on the couch, as you flipped through various movies on the television he had in his room. You were in his arms, with his hands in your hair, braiding wherever he could get enough hair to do so. âHey, Beastie?â He chuckled as you sighed at the lack of familiar movies. âI really do care for you quite a bit. Also, thereâs this one Halloween movie that came out a year or two ago. Terror is Trending, or something. We could watch that.â He laughed again and started humming. It seemed to be a classical piece. When you asked what he was singing, he said âDichterliebe, Robert Schumannâs Op. 48., movement 11.â He smiled at you, and then laughed at your confusion. âJust put the movie on already, Beastie.âÂ
Silver âVanrougeâ -Â
The meeting scene from Sleeping BeautyÂ
Thatâs it, thatâs my ideaÂ
Due to the lack of inspiration, he gets a slightly longer drabble, though?Â
You were walking in the woods, pausing at a shallow river, singing to yourself. It wasnât long until you heard a horse trotting towards you. You turned to face it, and Silver smiled as you did. âItâs nice to see you again, Prefect.â He said, getting off his horse to stand next to the river with you. He looked at you, gently humming the same tune as you were. He reached a hand out to pull you in, one hand in yours and the other on your waist. âDo you know how to dance?â He asked, already starting the movements. When you shook, your head, he laughed, spinning you around. âIâll teach you. Copy my movements, but backward... 1 2 3, 1 2 3...â He started to dance with you, slowly going from repeating the pattern to singing lightly. He was softly smiling, staring at you even as your eyes were focused on your feet. However, it didnât take long before his horse seemed to tire of this, pushing the two of you in. âSamson!â Silver cried out, now soaking wet and a bit banged up from shielding you from the fall. âAnd after I promised you an extra bucket of oats to come out here... No carrots for you tonight.â He spoke, looking at you as you asked him why he had done so. Silver only smiled and responded, âThere was something strange about you, and I heard your voice earlier. Youâre almost too beautiful to be real. I thought it was some mysterious being, a wood sprite or a fae. Truly lovely either way.â
Sebek Zigvolt -Â
He tries to protect you like the knight that he aspires to beÂ
He will infodump to you about Malleous or Brair Valley or something else of the sort if you let himÂ
Also, heâs half fae, which means fae/crocodile courting rituals.Â
Crocodiles mainly bump snouts as far as I can tell, so expect many boops from him.Â
Also, piggyback rides and playful nips if you get close enough to himÂ
âAnd that is why Wakasama is the greatest mage in our time!â Sebek finished, still carrying you around the school. When you tried again to tell him it wasnât needed, Sebek scoffed. âFoolish Human! You said that your leg was tired after running in flight class, and so you must rest your legs lest you injure yourself!â He said, bopping his nose against yours. âBesides, you must know by now that as a friend of Wakasama, it is my job to defend you as I would him! In not doing so, I would be committing a sin worse than just letting you walk by yourself! As such, I will accompany you to and from class from now on. Be grateful, Human!âÂ
RSA+NBC:Â
Cheânya -Â
Cheânya will try to pull as many pranks on you as he can Â
Appearing in random places, taking little things from you, and other things showing up in random places you never put them. Â
All around being a little menace and trying to make your daily life as annoying as possibleÂ
You sighed, looking towards the floating smile next to you. It laughed, as you held up the empty pencil case, asking it how he expected you to be able to do your homework now. He only chuckled, the rest of his head and shoulders appearing. âStay pawsitive, Prefect! No need to be so catty!â You rolled your eyes, to which the boy simply snickered and rubbed his head against your cheek. âCome on, my puns are purrfect!â He pulled a pencil out of seemingly thin air, letting you take it from him. âAnd Iâve got plenty of pens back at RSA if youâd like to take a weekend trip to see me.âÂ
Neige Leblanche - Kinda angsty, but not much
Heâs a sweet guy first and foremost, and his having a crush on you reflects that.Â
He buys you flowers, takes you on walks in nature, romantic stuff like that.Â
Maybe watching cheesy old movies with you and cuddlingÂ
He wants to be your friend before he dates you, though, and wonât make a move until after you can see what life would be like if you were dating him considering how famous he is.Â
He needs to make sure that youâre comfortable with the fame youâll gain, and that you love him for more than just his popularity.Â
Neige sighed, biting his lower lips. He was situated in your arms on the floor of his dorm room, what youâd define as a cheesy romcom on the TV. The most interesting part was the man going through his DMâs next to you. He snuggled into you a bit more as you asked him what was wrong, to which he said âJust... Hate comments and stuff. Theyâre really mean sometimes. Saying stuff...â He took a deep breath again, and melted against you. âThank you for treating me like Iâm a normal person. It means... So much to me. I... Care for you so much.âÂ
Rollo Flamme -Â Rollo's got yandere tendency's
Unfortunately, I can in no way see Rollo having a light crush on anyoneÂ
For him, I imagine itâs an âall or nothingâ situationÂ
So, youâll end up with a very obsessive and objectively evil wizard trying to win your heart by any means necessaryÂ
But this is not the post for that, so heâs getting toned down to fit into a little drabble Â
âMon amour, how are you feeling?â Rollo asked you, coming into the area that you were lying in. You had been resting in the infirmary since coming back from the destruction he caused, and he sat on the edge of the bed. You turned away from him, closing your eyes and saying that you had no desire to speak to him. Rollo sighed, âPlease, my dear? I am begging you, just talk to me.â You shook your head, but he took your hand and kissed your knuckles anyway. âThen I will wait for you to want to speak to me again. However, I do ask that it be soon. I cannot imagine my life without you, my dear angel, and I do not intend to live without you forever.âÂ
#twst disney#twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#riddle rosehearts#riddle rosehearts x reader#trey clover#trey clover x reader#cater diamond#cater diamond x reader#ace trappola#ace trapolla x reader#duece spade#duece spade x reader#leona kingscholar#leona kingsholar x reader#ruggie bucchi#ruggie bucci x reader#jack howl#jack howl x reader#azul ashengrotto#azul x reader#jade leech#jade leech x reader#floyd leech#floyd leech x reader#kalim al asim#kalim x reader#jamil viper#jamil x reader#vil schoenheit
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Tah dah
My favorite part about living up north when Iâm from the south is the opportunity to bring old southern recipes to pot lucks and such and having no one ever had it before. Making a little layer cake with boiled chocolate frosting my great grandmother used to make in lower Alabama. As far as I can tell itâs a regional recipe from south western Georgia and south eastern Alabama.
It takes forever to make though lmao. Iâm doing 11 layers today.
#I messed the icing up#Iâm gonna blame the written recipe I used this time#should have gone with what I used last time#Lmao#but itâs a cake!#the icing is too thin#I should have cooked it longer at the higher temp#but you live and learn#my mom recently had to recreate the recipe off of written instructions from her mom and grandma#and they werenât clear and the ingredients werenât written down properly#i found some blogger who had her familyâs version and just used it#my mom took that and the instructions she had and recreated her familyâs recipe#and this was the first time I followed it instead of the blog#and the icing didnât turn out right#itâs fine I told my mom we need to tweak it and make the icing cook at soft ball stage longer
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bonus part 2
simon can't cook-
okay no he CAN. okay? but it's very much- chop up whatever the fuck is in the fridge throw it in a pot, add as much meat he can find. then he's sorted. creating some sort of stew. but if not that. he thrives off 2 minute noodles.
listen, he's a working man. he can't be fucked thinking about what to make.
and if he needs to eat while not deployed and wants something, he'll get takeaways so he doesn't have to think about it.
and if ya'll are together - whatever you make... motherfucker eats that shit up like he's in a 5-star fucking reasturant.
you made scrambled eggs with bacon??? he's astounded. absolutely in love. has never been more satisfied in his life.
but oh lord. when he retires..
retired!simon fucking riley finds his fucking calling in cooking.
you no longer have to worry about cooking. nah-uh. not with this man who has all the time in the world to hone in on this new culinary world.
idk i just think it's so cute to think about simon going from beans on toast for breakfast to fluffy buttermilk pancakes or french toast with bacon a berry compote.
then for dinner; it's suddenly a whole line of sushi with all your favourites, dumplings to follow and a beef udon recipe dish. or maybe it's a simple roast - however, a perfectly seasoned meat has been sitting for a while in the oven for so long that when you cut into it, it's juicy and tender. and simon fucking beams at the faces you make.
dessert is a whole other game that simon fucking mastered. seriously. because he's placing down a skillet brownie, topped with ice cream and cream. And when you put a spoon into it, it fucking drips with chocolate ya'll.
just rahhhh retired!simon that turns into chef!simon. who just spoils you day and night with food. who gains the ability to make whatever dish you want, whenever you want. 3am and you want a grilled cheese? he can whip it up in seconds and it'll taste like the most gourmet grilled cheese you have EVER had.
btw, i'm torn between making him a gordon ramsay in the kitchen or him being the complete opposite and being so sweet and patient with you when you want to help him.
WAIT- speaks like gordon ramsay but treats you softly. like, you're not cutting with the knife correctly you fucking donkey. but instead of taking it off you, he presses up behind you, gently cups your hands with his and shows you how to do it safely. and he's speaking so sweetly and softly. a stark contrast to when he called you a fucking donkey - but hey you'll get your bite back. ;)
a/n: i can't fucking breathe this was so funny to write. i'm sorry idk why he called u a donkey. i'm fucking hungry if it wasn't obvious with this post.
#my post#cod mwii#mwii#x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley imagine#ghost#cod#imagines#cod mwii imagines#kinda a crack fic#i'm sorry HAHA#retired!simon#retired!ghost#chef!simon#chef!ghost
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obsessedloner!Choso/chubby!f!Reader pt.2
Summary: in the second part to this modern college au, obsessive loner!Choso goes too far; reader deals with the consequences of his need to keep you close to him and him alone when he feels like you're at risk of gaining the attentions of an even more popular classmate. Yet another self indulgent piece of work, but sue me, I couldn't stop writing this all day. Enjoy!
Warnings: toxic behavior, obsessive/possessive behavior, jealousy, emotional manipulation, smut, mating press, rough sex, hurt/comfort, talks of low self esteem, clingy, needy!Choso, begging, crying, break downs, and borderline yandere!Choso, and other less than healthy relationship dynamics.
wc: 5.3k
The birthday cake was placed on the teacherâs desk: the majority of your speech class had decided that since Satoru Gojoâs birthday was coinciding with the last week of exams before break, it would be fun to have a small party. You volunteered to bake the cake; the professor gave permission to use his classroom that afternoon, with the condition the space was tidied up afterward and things didnât get too rowdy. It was going to be a nice opportunity to celebrate the coming holiday season and the student who was arguably the schoolâs golden boy. Even those who didnât like Gojoâs flippant arrogance and teasing nature admired his work ethic and almost supernatural intelligence, to say nothing of his undeniably pretty face.Â
Choso was only there because he knew you were attending and in charge of bringing the requested birthday cake. He didnât feel one way or the other about Gojo, but he would gladly be by your side, eager to hear the compliments your baking would receive and also to make sure no picky eaters decided to get nit picky and spoil your mood. Truly, Choso had been happy on your behalf to hear you had agreed to help with the party. He certainly wouldnât think to go out of his way to do something like this for people he didnât really know outside of a forty five minute, twice a week class. Choso was more than proud to be the boyfriend of a person so thoughtful and generous to a fault; it was one of the reasons he fell so hard in the first place. You never needed a special reason to be kind to someone. And of course, it helped that you were still the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life and the last few months had been nothing short of heaven.
Except, the cake was red velvet. Choso stands by the teacherâs desk, staring at the cake. It was his favorite flavor. He told you that not long ago and you had promised the first time you made it, it would be for him.Â
The cake is beautifully, painstakingly decorated, a perfect ratio of cake and fluffy frosting, sprinkled in bits of dark chocolate; the matching icing spells out âHappy Birthday, Satoru!â in delicate, looping letters across the top. You obviously put a lot of care into making this for Gojo. That afternoon you had been the first person to arrive, followed shortly by another student, Suguru Geto; he wasnât in the same speech class, but he was Gojoâs best friend and knew some of the class already, so inviting him was a given. The two of you had left to find a lighter and candles, hoping the school store in the basement of the building would provide something suitable. You told Choso he didnât need to come; you noticed he had seemed a bit drained from studying and his recently acquired part time job, so you insisted he just hang back and relax while you and Geto went to obtain the finishing touches for the cake.Â
For the past two minutes Choso has stood in place where you left him, eyeing the cake so innocently sitting atop the cleared off desk. He didnât know it would be red velvet. Gojo had a sweet tooth and would probably love it.Â
Surely this is too much for just an acquaintance. The recipe is a lot more difficult than the stuff youâve made before, Choso saw there were more steps and more factors that could go wrong and ruin the cakeâs moist and spongy texture. Skeptically, Choso narrows his eyes at the round, two tiered dessert. Most of the girls in your shared class offered to bake, but you were the one with the most experience and Gojo had eagerly picked you for the task. You must have felt obligated to make the cake perfect.
Chosoâs frown deepens; he is your boyfriend. You promised you would make a cake like this just for him. A gesture like this could easily be taken the wrong way too and youâre so sweet and self effacing, heâs sure the idea of Gojo choosing you to personally make his cake didnât mean anything at all.
It should be for him.
âWhatâŠwhat happened?â
The smile fell from your lips mere seconds after returning from the school store; Geto, insisting on carrying the purchases, had just been relaying a funny anecdote of one of his and Gojoâs misadventures as the two of you walked back into the now empty classroom. On the ground, right next to the base of the professor's sturdy wooden desk is nothing short of a mess.Â
âMy cake,â your hands come up to cover your gaping mouth. âWhat happened?!â
Geto approaches the desk with a confused frown; the cake and the plate it had been placed on are both on the floor. It seemed to have fallen top first, the icing and frosting smeared over the tiles and the plate broken into pieces around it.Â
âIt fell.â Geto states simply, although not without some incredulity. âWas it close to the edge?â
âNo, I, well,â you struggle to recall exactly where you had placed the cake before you left the room. âI didnât think I put it that close to the edge.â
âThereâs frosting streaks on the side tooâ it must have just toppled over.â Geto points out with a keen eye, kneeling a bit, bags still in hand. âIt might have just been a bit uneven, a little heavier to one side?â he stands to his full height and smiles at you sympathetically. âThese things happen, just a little bad luck. Iâm sorry, it was a beautiful cake.â
âBut everyoneâs going to be here soon,â you fret as you search through your bag. âGeto, Iâm going to go buy another cake, thereâs a store nearby, Iâm sure theyâll have something. Oh and Iâll find a custodian, oh no, Iâm so sorry, I canât believe this is happening-â
âLet me go.â Geto places a hand over your tensed shoulder. âIt makes more sense, I know what kind of cake Satoru prefers the most. Thereâs plenty of time and a few others promised to bring drinks and snacks.â
âBut I said Iâd bring the cake. At least let me give you the money for it?â you hold up a few bills with a pleading stare. âI feel horrible, I should have been more careful where I put it.â
âDonât beat yourself up; you are the one who did the work to make it.â Geto chuckles but accepts the money if only to make you feel a bit more at ease. âMaybe itâs better this way: with how good that cake looked, Iâd wager you might have ended up with that glutton badgering you for more sweets.â
You return his smile as well as you can. âThank you. Iâm just being silly.â
âYouâre fine.â Geto says firmly, but not unkindly. âYou call a janitor, donât try to clean up this alone; we wouldnât want you to get a cut from trying to pick up pieces of that plate. Iâll be back before you know it; Satoru would sulk all afternoon if I donât get him something anyway.â
âYouâre a good friend.â you smile at Geto gratefully. âThank you, Iâll call someone right away.â
You do just that shortly after Geto takes his leave; most of the custodians have already left for the day, except for one woman. She promises to be there as soon as sheâs done with a request from one of the professors in the neighboring building; she sounds pleasant enough, but you feel pangs of guilt as you hang up and take a seat closest to the teacherâs desk.Â
âBunny? Are you okay?â
âChoso, youâre back!â you look up and wave at him, trying to sound cheerful; he glances at the ruined cake and back to your pained smile. âAh, were you looking for me? I guess we just missed each other, the basement elevator was out of order, so we took the stairs. What a mess, huh? Geto thinks one side was a little heavier and it made the cake just flop right over the edge. Some bad luck, right? He left to get a cake and the custodian will be here soon, so make sure not to step on the plate bits.â
âHey, slow down. Iâm not worried about that.â Chosoâs brow furrows as he studies your shaky smile. âAre you okay?â
âYeah, Iâm fine. No big deal, accidentâŠaccidents happen.â
You bite your bottom lip harshly as your eyes begin to sting; before you know it, tears are slowly slipping down your cheeks. You quickly avert your eyes, too embarrassed to see the pitying look cross Chosoâs face.
âOh Choso, I feel so stupid. I canât believe I put the cake that close to the edge! Ugh, I should have paid more attention, I told everyone I would make this amazing cake and I messed it all up and now Geto has to go all the way to the stupid store to get another one because I wasnât careful!â
âDid he get mad at you?â Choso asked sharply. âDid he blame you?â
âNo, no, Geto didnât do anything.â you bow your head and wipe at your wet cheeks. âHe was really nice about it, so was the janitor on the phone about the mess, but I still feel bad. Gojo was just telling me he was really looking forward to the cake too. Iâm sure heâll be disappointed to get a store bought cake and I promised Iâd take care of this for the party. Sorry, I know Iâm being a crybaby, I should just suck it up, Iâm the one who ruined things, I shouldnât be feeling sorry for myself.â
âNo, you didnât. Itâs not your fault.â
You raise your head and Choso is standing in front of the table between him and you; his hands are gripping tightly around the strap of his duffel bag. You wipe the last of your tears and look at him, your chest swelling at how upset he is on your account.
âYouâre so sweet. Just having you to vent to makes me feel better already; Iâm really just being dramatic, Iâve been stressed out and-â
âItâs not your fault.â Choso cuts you off quietly; he still isnât looking at you. âItâs mine.â
âWhat? Baby, no, I didnât expect you to watch the cake; itâs on me for not making sure it wasnât so close to the edge, you didnât do anything.â
âI pushed it.â
Chosoâs knuckles are white: heâs strangling the strap of his bag between quivering hands. Finally, he looks into your bewildered eyes
âChoso, is this some kind of joke?âÂ
âI didnât want him to have it and, and I thought he might get ideas since you worked so hard to bake it. He flirts with all the girls and you did say you were going to make it for me first.â
âYouâve got to be joking.â you shake your head and all but leap up from your chair. âYou? How could you? And you were going to let me think it was my fault?!â
âNo! It was supposed to look like an accident, I didnât think youâd be so upset,â
âSo it was okay for me to be âkind ofâ upset? Choso, how could you?â you ask him again, voice raising, almost echoing in the empty room. âItâs just a cake!â
âYeah, itâs just a stupid cake, thatâs why I didnât think youâd get this upset!â
Chosoâs mouth clamps shut as your anger gives way to a look of utter hurt.Â
âWow.â
âI shouldnât have said that-â
âThanks a lot, Choso. Yeah, that really makes it better. Was that your plan? Swoop in and play the comforting boyfriend while I feel like a big idiot? Or maybe you just donât consider my hobbies anything special; anyone can make a cake, right?â Fresh tears well up in your eyes as you tug your bag over your shoulder. âNice to know what you really think.â
âHey, wait a minute,â Choso says reproachfully. âI didnât mean it the way it sounded, youâre putting words in my mouth!â
âYou know what?â you shake your head and unzip the front section of your bag; clumsily you yank out a sealed box and slam it down on the table. Choso recognizes it as one of the little boxes you use to pack individual desserts. âHere, your stupid cake. Surprise.â
The lid of the container is now sticking to the top of the cake but Choso can still make out the messy letters of his name and the heart shaped sprinkles scattered all over the surface. His eyebrows raise as he sees the small, squashed up cake is in the shape of a heart. You glare down at it before turning on your heel without so much as a backward glance.
âBunny?â Choso snaps out of his trance and begins to follow you. âWhere are you going?â
âAway from you.â
âI can explain, just calm down and let me-â
âLeave. Me. Alone!â you stop abruptly in the doorway and give him a nasty look, but youâre barely able to hold yourself back as Choso fixes you with a heartbroken stare. âDonât you dare tell me to calm down when youâre the one who threw a fucking tantrum. Enjoy the âstupid cakeâ, jerk!â
You slam the door in his face and rush down the hall to the nearest entrance, not particularly caring about where youâre going, just as long as you can get as much distance between you and Choso as possible. When you finally get home, you text Geto an apology for taking off and a nondescript explanation for your absence before turning your phone off. Youâre exhausted and skip dinner to just curl up in your bed, burrowing in a blanket as if you could shut out the world. Chosoâs t-shirt, the same one youâve been sleeping in nearly every night, is balled up and thrown somewhere across the room; eventually you fall asleep, eyes rubbed raw and nose stuffed as you drift off, hoping maybe this was all just a bad dream.
When morning arrives and you manage to force yourself into a sitting position, it takes you a minute or two to realize the gentle knocking isnât a leftover remnant from your deep slumber, but a very real sound coming from your front door. You wrap yourself in a robe and slip on a pair of house slippers, equally confused and irritated as to who could be knocking on your door when the sun is barely over the horizon. Just as the knocking stops, you peek through the peephole; thereâs no one there. You rub your eyes and unlock your door with a sigh, expecting a leaflet from some early bird salesman or religious group to be stuck in the hinges. Instead you nearly trip over a huddled up mass taking refuge on your doorstep when you didnât immediately open your door.
âChoso?! Oh my god, you scared me!â youâre still breathing a bit heavily, heart racing thinking a stranger had collapsed on your porch. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI,â Choso scrambles to his feet; you finally notice in his hands are two cups of coffee, one of which is your usual order, but the largest size. He holds it out to you. âGood morning. You werenât answering your phone.â
âI turned it off.â
After a beat, you take the cup on autopilot, more preoccupied with the man standing at the threshold of your home. The circles under Chosoâs eyes are darker than ever, in addition to how red and irritated they are around the edges, his hair is oily and limp. On closer inspection, you see heâs wearing the same clothes as yesterday; now theyâre more wrinkled and the slight odor coming off them tells you he hasnât showered yet.Â
âCan I come in?â Choso asks, his voice weak and barely louder than a whisper. âI have to talk to you.â
âFine.â you frown but move aside and open the door wider. âHere, come with me, I left my phone in my room.â
Choso does as heâs told, but trails after you at a slight distance, at least in comparison to how closely he usually stays to you. Heâs shivering; itâs the middle of winter and he isnât wearing even a jacket. How long had he been knocking on your door? How long had he planned to wait there outside? You banish the thought and busy yourself disconnecting your phone from its charger on your bedside table. Choso stands awkwardly in the middle of your room; he hasnât taken so much as a sip of his coffee or taken his eyes off you, at least as far as you can see.Â
âDid I wake you up?â he asks worriedly. âIâm sorry. I was going to wait but I thought you might have gone somewhere and you werenât answering your phone, soâŠâ he goes silent seeing his shirt in a crumpled heap in the corner of your room. âI just wanted to talk to you as soon as possible.â
You barely heard him, jaw dropping at your phoneâs screen as it fully turns on to show you 32 missed calls, 15 unheard voicemails, 18 unopened texts, and 5 emails, all from Choso over the course of the night. You tap your thumb on the latest voicemail.
âBunny? Bunny, canât you just talk to me?â A shaky, nearly unrecognizable croaking comes from the speaker: Chosoâs strong voice sounds strained, almost inaudible at certain points, as though he had been screaming until his throat was raw. âI know youâre probably sleepingâŠor maybe you donât want to talk to me ever again-â A sharp, wrecked sob crackles over the speaker but Choso manages to steady himself again. âBut I need toâŠI need to hear your voice. Iâm so sorry, Iâm so, so fucking sorry, Iâm sorry, please donât hate me. I love you so much it hurts. Iâm going to stop by tomorrow, I need to see you. I know I messed up, I need help. My bunny? I canâtâŠoh god, I canât do this. I-I feel like Iâm dying, IâmâŠI love you. I love you, I love you, just please-â
Your heart drops to your churning stomach as Chosoâs words morph into broken, unintelligible sobs. Finally after a few seconds, the other end goes quiet and the voicemail ends. A recorded voice tells you thereâs still 14 more previously skipped voicemails; Choso has remained standing, stiff as a board and looking miserably at you. You take a seat on the side of your bed, staring bewildered at your phone; you decide to not listen to the other voicemails.
âIâm sorry.â Choso says in an absurdly small voice. âCan we talk?â
Youâre holding the coffee in your hands on your lap and taking a deep breath before raising your face. âChoso, why did you do it?â
âI didnât do it to hurt you. I donât think your baking is stupid. I was being stupid.â Chosoâs cheeks burn in shame. âI was jealous Gojo was getting the cake first, or I thought he was, and I justâŠI didnât want him to have it. Itâs always like this.â
âWhat do you mean?â you ask him slowly, tempering your own indignation. âDo you think he would flirt with me? Or that I would cheat on you?â
âNo. I just get so...everyone likes you. So, what if someone better comes along? What if you stop paying attention to me?â Choso shakes his head quickly, gripping his hair like he wants to yank it out. âI have thoughts like that all the time. It's awful. I knew you would be sad, but I really thought it would only be a little and then I could make it better and you wouldâŠrely on me more. I donât want you to get close to anyone else.â he lowers his arm to his side limply. âI know itâs wrong. Are you gonna bre-break up with me?â
You donât speak just yet; your eyes study his drawn, exhausted face. Choso isnât trying to make you feel bad for him, you know that much. The truth doesnât make you feel much better though.Â
âI was really mad at you yesterday. I needed space.â
âI know, but-â
âListen,â you say firmly. âWhatever the reason, that was a really rotten thing you did. It was just plain mean and selfish. Sure, you didnât really mean to hurt me, but you did. You purposely messed up something I put a lot of work into.â
âI know.â Chosoâs expression is desolate. âI like that about you. I love that you do nice things for people even if you donât have to. Y-youâre so careful and considerate of other people. I was being selfish and it was so, so fucking stupid. You would never do something like that to meâŠyouâre so good to me.â
âChoso, this isnât just about yesterday.â you soften your tone, mindful of your volume. Choso looks as if one cold word from you could shatter him into a million pieces. âIf you were willing to trash something I put a lot of work into for such a petty reason, itâs making me second guess things and now Iâm wondering if maybe youâre not the person I thought you were. Is it more important to keep me dependent on you than for me to be happy?â You set your cup down on the nightstand, trying to keep your voice from cracking. âMaybe this isnât going to work out.â
âDonât say that.âÂ
Choso all but drops his coffee onto your dresser, barely glancing at it as he rushes to you; he lowers himself down on his knees, eyes glistening with both unshed tears and sheer adoration as he looks up at your pained face. You let him hold your hands, still folded in your lap, as Choso rests his forehead on your lap. Theyâre ice cold; how long had he been waiting outside?
âItâll never happen again. It shouldnât have happened at all. I know I could have just talked to you, I know you would have listened, but I didnât even give you a chance, I just did what I wanted. Iâm not nearly as kind as you.â Choso admits, words muffled as he buries his face into your thighs. âI donât deserve you, but I need you. Iâll do whatever you say until you trust me again. Do you hate me?â
âChoso, I never hated you, I was just hurt.â you squeeze his hands gently. âThe only reason I got so upset in the first place is because I love you so much. Hell, the cake for the party was more practice than anything so I could make you an even better cake. If you were worried, you should have just told me. Youâre not some evil person from feeling jealous, but what you did was wrong. I really need to know that you understand where Iâm coming from, I donât want us to break up or anything. Did you really think I was trying to end things yesterday?â
Choso nods, head still resting on your thighs. âI thought you blocked me on everything. I thou-thought you didnât ever want to see me again. I should have waited, Eso even said you probably just needed some space, butâŠIâm so used to being with you, texting you. I was going crazy.â
âIâm sorry, I wasnât trying to ghost you. And Iâm sorry for calling you a jerk.â
âI am a jerk.â
âNo, you acted like a jerk,â you nudge Chosoâs shoulder to get him to look up; he does, taking in your face with those pleading puppy dog eyes you can never resist. âI forgive you. I love you baby, so, so much.â
âBunny,â Chosoâs lip wobbles and fat tears roll down his cheeks and chin, dripping onto your hands. âThank you. Iâm sorry I made you cry, just thinking about it makes me want to-to-â he sniffs and clenches his teeth against a whine. âIâm just sorry. I love you. I missed you so much. I couldnât sleep knowing you were hurting because of me and I wanted to come here right away, but I thought if I did youâd really be fed up and-â
âYou didnât sleep?!â you slowly sit and move so youâre seated further up the bed; Choso follows suit, basically crawling over your pillows and covers to be next to you, tears still streaming down either side of his face. âChoso, lay down baby, you should take a nap. Youâll feel better, believe me. We can talk more later and get something to eat.â
ââSo good to me.â Choso tugs on your arm. âI want to cuddle.â He immediately moves over so you can hold him, laying on your sides as Choso stares balefully up at you through blurry eyes. âCan I have a kiss?â
âChoso, you need sleep.â
âPlease?â he mutters, eyes lingering on your pouty mouth. âNeed a kiss.â
âOkay, just a little one.â
âThank you. Youâre always so good to meâŠâ
You knew those basset hound eyes would be the death of you: what started out as a tender, chaste kiss swiftly evolved into big hands massaging your breasts, then fingers tugging at the sash of your robe, and finally you being pushed onto your back as Choso holds you down in a mating press.Â
âSo good!â Choso canât stop letting out choked moans, so loud, they almost drown out your cries, pushing your thighs closer to your chest, somehow, some way forcing his cock impossibly deep. Thereâs hints of pain but the pleasure you get from his cock head rubbing against that little spot just behind your clit was overriding all of it.Â
âBaby, gotta slow down, youâll break me at this rate.â you moan, helpless as Choso ducks his head down to lick and suck on your almost painfully sensitive nipples. He had been playing with them obsessively, pinching, rolling, sucking, even leaving dark love bites all over your breast.
âLove you, missed your pussy so much, thought I was gonna, gonna die!â
âOh god, Choso, please, please baby, itâs too much!â your head lolls side to side; heâs made you cum three times already. Your pussy is a sopping wet mess and itâs all you can do to not pass out as Chosoâs thick cock stretches you open over and over again, surely bruising your cervix. âYouâre so-ah!â you let out a piercing shriek that only seems to spur him on to go harder. âSo deep in my pussy baby, I canât-â
âJust a little more, Iâm so close,â Choso huffs, looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes, cheeks burning and hair sticking to his forehead; heâs a mess from his own sweat and your slick covering his pelvis where he just wonât stop pounding into you. âYou look so good like this, I could fuck you foreverâŠgonna cum so hard, give it all to you,â
âCum in me,â you sweep his damp hair off his forehead with a faint, fucked out smile. âI want to feel it dripping out of meâŠcan you be a good boy and cum in my pussy?â
âYes, yes! Oh fuck, yes!â
Choso kisses you roughly, hips rolling into yours, barely pulling his cock out at all, as though he wanted his cum to go as deep inside you as it could go. Itâs hot and spurting into your battered insides; thankfully Choso has enough strength left to hold you up as he humps your plush, limp body like a dog in heat.Â
âMine,â he groans, thrusting once more with a violent shudder. âOnly mine.â
You suppose itâs not the best idea to encourage him, but you nod anyway, shaky hand in his hair to pet the tangled strands, chest heaving and light headed as Choso pulls his softening cock out slowly so as not to hurt you. He pants against your neck, curled into your side and using his wide palm to rub gentle circles over your hips and thighs.
âMy poor bunny.â Choso mutters fondly as his fingers trail over your twitching thighs. âIâll do better. You wonât regret this. Iâm gonna get a bath ready for you, okay?â
âTh-thank you.â
âSh, just relax, donât get up.â Choso moves sluggishly to take the box of tissues from your nightstand; the coffee he brought you has somehow not been knocked off in the frenzy. âYouâre so cute like this. Iâll wipe you off a bit first, nice and easy. Does it hurt down there?â
âNot really; feels more numb actually.â you roll your head to stare at him directly, meaning to look at least a little serious but you come off more like a grumpy kitten. âDonât think just because you made me almost pass out that I forgot everything from the past 24 hours mister. Iâm holding you to your word.â
âYes maâam.â Choso agrees with a hum as he wipes at the mess between your legs. âThank you againâŠI still ate the cake you made for me. It was really good.â
âOh right.â
âYuji said you should have thrown it in my face.â Choso adds, a bit sheepish at the memory. âI almost didnât eat it: I thought it would be the last thing you ever gave meâŠâ
âChoso,â you smile at him sadly. âI love you. You know that, right?â
âYeah.â
âDo you?â
âUh huh.â Choso brings you into his arms, careful not to jostle you too suddenly. âJust scared. Iâve never felt this way before.â
âNever?â
âNo.â
âWhy are you scared? Do you still think I want to break up?â
Choso shrugs. âWhat if the more you get to know me, the more you see bad things?â
âWhat kind of bad things?â
âIfâŠif I could, Iâd keep you with me. Sometimes when weâre alone, I donât want to let you go. Then I start wondering if trying to keep you safe will just make you unhappy with me or that Iâll scare you off and thenâŠâ A single tear escapes Chosoâs eye and he draws you in closer to his chest. âI donât know what Iâd do. Compared to you, Iâm really selfish and short sighted.â
âNo oneâs perfect. Iâm not.â
âYou're just saying that to make me feel better.â
âI overthink things and get worked up over upsetting people. I hold myself to unattainable standards.â you list off tiredly. âAnd I keep doing this thing where I shy away from letting people reallyâŠknow me. Like if they do, Iâll just let them down. I feel like an imposter half the time when you say all these nice things about me. Youâre the first person Iâve actually wanted to know me, warts and all. Itâs worth getting to be with someone like you, Choso. Thatâs just how relationships work; youâre always risking getting hurt or disappointed when you let people love youâŠwhen you love someone. And I love you.â
âUmâŠis it bad that I feel happy Iâm the only person you talk to like this?â Choso sniffles. âSorry. Iâm being selfish again.â
âMaybe a little, but for the right reasons.â you grin and wipe a thumb under his eye. âFor the record, it makes me happy you think of me so highly. You make me feel special.â
âYou are special and anyone who thinks otherwise is stupid.â
âDoes that include me then?â
Choso looks visibly panicked. âWa-wait, thatâs not what I meant!â
âI know, I know, sorry baby.â you kiss him before he starts into another round of apologies. âThat was just a little payback. Ah, Choso!â
âNot funny.â Choso grumbles, bundling you into the blankets as you giggle and let out a faux fearful squeal; the sly quirk of his lips betrays his actual intentions. âAfter your bath, Iâm gonna give you a real reason to scream.â
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