#got sprinkles whip cream chocolate & other things like ice cream

[puppetmaster13u]

I am makin' microwave brownies. What toppings or extra stuff should I put on? (I am testing different recipes lol)

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

do you want to be my valentine?

steve harrington x gn!reader

“do you want to be my valentine?”

six years old. with chubby knees and chubby cherub cheeks to match. dressed by your mother in shades of pink and red, holding out a handmade pink paper card. splattered in too much glitter and messily cut hearts sloppily glued down.

your valentine, a boy who turns seven in two months, stares at you with wide brown eyes. he also has light freckles scattered over his face, your mom said beauty marks were from past lives.

“yeah, sure!” steve smiles with delight. your heart beat quickens it’s pulse at the high pitched reply.

do you want to be my valentine?

few years later turning you from six to thirteen.

steve didn’t show up to school today, so you biked to his home once the bell rang loudly. sure the idea of handing out cards was childish now in your pre-teen years, but you always give one to steve and he always excepts with delight.

do you want to be my valentine?

hawkins middle changes into hawkins high school. now at the age of seventeen boy were dumb, like always, but now horny was attached. steve surrounded himself with jackass friends and girls that happily flung themselves at him.

you weren’t even a thought once he became ‘the king’. you gifted him a valentine in sophomore year, sliding the envelope into his locker. you watched as he walked with his friends durning passing period and stopped at his last. carol and tommy started making fun of him when the red paper fell to the floor.

so for the first time, you didn’t ask steve to be your valentine. and don’t plan to in the coming years.

do you want to be my valentine?

scoops was having a week long sale for a valentine’s themed desert. the s s cupid. strawberry ice cream topped with chocolate syrup, pink and white sprinkles and a dollop of whipped cream.

you’ve had to stand and watch as couples feed each other. you wanted to smash their faces into the sugary delights.

your just jealous. jealous they have someone while you daydream about harrington. who you work with while slowly rekindling your friendship.

robin, your new friend, says steve’s ‘got it bad for you’ her words. you just brush her off and ignore the warmth covering your ears.

during your lunch, steve sets a s s cupid in front of you and your homemade sandwich.

“what’s this?” raising a brow at the tooth ache treat.

steve sat in the chair across from you, a pink tint on his apples. “special treat for a special someone.” his fingers curled around the table edge.

now both brows raised, “oh? so i’m a special someone to you, harrington?” trying to tease steve while digging your spoon into the softening ice cream.

“well yeah.” he shrugged, “you’re my first valentine and haven’t done… that, in a few years. so, i have a question.” you could see the edge leaving steve each second.

“what’s the question?” scooping ice cream into your mouth, watching steve who watches you.

he took a deep swallow, his adam’s apple bobbing, “i was wondering, and hoping, if you’d like to be my valentine this year? and hopefully many more in the future?”

you couldn’t help your smile, “got tired of being asked?”

now steve smiled, “no, i liked being asked. by you and only you and then you stopped and- and it sucked. and it made me realize how much i like having those two things in my life.” he reached his arm across the table, fingers seeking out your own.

you hesitated before grazing your fingertips over his then linking hands together. “i missed asking you every year.”

steve grinned brightly, “you can ask every year. when ever you want.”

[withacapitalp]

Root Beer

Happy birthday @stevesbipanic !!! I had an idea for this so long ago, but then your birthday gave me the perfect excuse to write it. I'm so honored we are friends, I am still so shocked about it (Flashback to my OG post about Tumblr royalty liking one of my posts) and I cannot wait to get to spend even more time with you <333

“Remind me again why you always pay for Erica’s ice cream?” Eddie wondered as Steve dug into his wallet and forked over the dollar eighty five required for Erica’s scoop of cotton candy with rainbow sprinkles. 

“It’s reparations for child endangerment,” Erica replied immediately, sticking her tongue out briefly as Steve rolled his eyes. 

Eddie automatically stuck his tongue out right back at her, making her laugh as she skipped off to the other side of the counter and waited for her treat. The kids had asked for a ride to the ice cream shop, but in a rare display of discipline, Steve had refused to pay for any of them except Erica, and, shockingly, no one had complained. They had all pooled their money, ordered three sundaes to split, and were now sitting in the corner digging into their treats. 

“I’ll tell you about it some other time,” Steve promised, keeping his wallet open as he turned towards his boyfriend, “Are you gonna get anything?” 

“Still deciding,” Eddie said, bouncing on his heels. 

The shop was no Scoops Ahoy, but it did have a wide array of different options, all with wonderful punny names. He was currently between getting a ‘Bloody Sundae’, which was a vanilla scoop with cherry syrup and chocolate sprinkles, or a ‘Mint to be’, which was mint chocolate chip with whipped cream and bright green sprinkles. 

Maybe he could get both if he gave Steve the right amount of puppy eyes. That usually worked for other things. Dates, getting to pick the movie they watched at night…..other….things. 

Eddie was still thinking through his strategy as Steve stepped up to order. 

“Can I get a large root beer float with soft serve twist and a cone on the side?” Steve asked, using his customer service voice with a charming smile, making the girl behind the counter twitter and twirl her hair as she rang him up and walked off to make his float. 

Eddie blinked a few times trying to register what Steve had just said, before groaning loudly and pulling a disgusted face. 

“What?” Steve wondered, bewildered by Eddie’s vehement reaction. 

“Root beer,” Eddie said with a grimace, waggling his tongue. 

“What’s wrong with root beer?” 

“It’s so…sweet,” Eddie finally got out, trying and failing to find the exact words to explain his complete disdain for root beer. He had given root beer a real try, multiple attempts and everything, but every time he had spat it out, unable to enjoy the taste. 

“Eddie, I have seen you eat a frosting sandwich,” Steve said in a complete deadpan, giving Eddie a raised brow look, “Just frosting and white bread,”

“Don’t judge my trailer park cuisine, rich boy!” Eddie cried in an overdramatic tone, clutching his chest and shaking his head with his eyes shut tight, “I’m not the one having nasty icky sarsaparilla nonsense, making future kisses completely impossible until you have purged yourself of the disgusting concoction.”

Steve burst into bright loud laughter, lighting up the entire store like he was the goddamn sun. Eddie paused in his diatribe, watching Steve with lovesick eyes as he giggled uncontrollably. 

“Sarsaparilla concoction,” Steve huffed out, continuing to chuckle, “God, I love you, you big dork.”

Oh. 

Oh. 

Both of them paused, staring at each other with wide eyes as they took in what Steve had just let slip out. 

It wasn’t like they didn’t both know. They had been dating for three months, crushing on each other for two before that, and every minute had been pure bliss. There was no doubt that Steve was the love of his life, and Eddie had been pretty sure Steve felt the same. 

Now he knew for a fact, and that was a lot to take in standing in the middle of a subpar ice cream shop. 

“I- um- I,” Steve stopped trying to stutter, giving Eddie a nervous little look, letting his eyes drop to his shoes as he shuffled in place. Eddie’s surprise faded into unbearably warm affection. He reached over and quickly squeezed Steve’s hand, knowing he wasn’t able to do more in public, but wishing he could kiss Steve until they were both drunk and delirious on their love. 

“I’ll have a black raspberry shake with chocolate sprinkles, whipped cream, and hot fudge,” Eddie called out as the cashier walked back over with Steve’s float, delivering it with a flirty little smile. Steve didn't even look at her as he took his ice cream, and she rang them up lightning fast, clearly jilted by his non-response. Eddie couldn't care less, dragging Steve over to their tables and waiting for his order to be called. 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” Eddie said softly as they sat down, the words being overshadowed by the sound of their kids happily screaming at each other. He looked around and risked a quick kiss on the cheek, getting Steve buttered up and happy before he finished his sentence. 

“Even if your taste is trash,” 

[tachimichishrine]

"barista"

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hunting dogs x gn!barista!reader hcs

warnings: none!!

jouno saigiku

oh dear

harasses everyone

harasses his partner

harasses his mf FOOD

by this, I mean he sends things back, not bc he isn't satisfied but bc he can

ESPECIALLY if his partner is on their shift, he'll be extra nasty

"what can I get you today, Jouno?"

"an iced coffee, with specifically 5 cubes of ice 2cm by 2cm, 1 pack sweetener, a drizzle of chocolate and 25ml of 3% milk and, oh, do you have chocolate sprinkles? yeah, I want some of that on top, add some whipped cream too and-"

orders the longest thing and then sends it back because "there were incomplete sprinkles" while staring down the barista with a huge grin

his partner is literally on the verge of breaking up with him for this

however, sometimes he gets bored of toying with them and just orders a coffee

he likes to observe people

it's kinda creepy but he'll pick a seat in the corner and listen as his partner writes down orders and smiles at other people, and then gets somewhat internally offended when they laugh at the random customer's dumb jokes

he narrows his eyes (even more, if that's possible?) at them at wonders why he doesn't make them laugh as loudly as that

takes it as a challenge

now you've got a clingy af jouno who sticks around the desk and seduces his way into the kitchen by flirting with the manager (his partner's boss)

his partner wants to YELL at him that they have to work, but he just places his hands on their hips and kisses their forehead and gives them the slightest hug and tells them how much he loves them, so their partner reluctantly tolerates his presence around their work

he may not know how to cook but he smells every single ingredient and is a surprisingly fast learner so the manager is lowkey trying to recruit him bc of his undeniable talent 👹

overall, he does help in the end, but his partner has to put up with a lot of teasing and nastiness. occasional jokes and cute little pranks where jouno would place a heavily powdered donut under their nose to make them sneeze and eventually messing up the ENTIRE place

but damn, those perfect milkshakes he made are worth it all

tecchou suehiro

he is easily distracted

asks his partner all sorts of things

"hey, how do they make coffee?"

"well, you put the beans in the machine-"

"beans???"

"yes??? coffee beans???"

"coffee???comes???from??beans???"

"yes, tecch, it does u adorable idiot 🙄"

"does that mean you can make coffee out of the beans they put in burritos and stuff?"

"no- wait I don't think so- actually, maybe-"

other customers overhear the discussion and chip in and the entire thing escalates to the WEIRDEST topics

the manager is pretty impartial as to his presence, given that he doesn't disturb anyone and usually just orders and silently observes his partner with a faint smile on his lips

his partner turns, notices his gaze and bites the inside of their cheek to prevent themselves from blushing/grinning at him, then get back to work

they do, however, like to blow him little kisses while on their shift, or to leave a small note on Tecchou's orders like "ily <3" or "you're so cute 💕"

he is a gentleman omg

he once spent the entire time his partner was on their shift holding the door for the people who entered

gets asked if he works there, and he automatically replies yes and helps everyone with their stuff, whether it's a broken glass or spill or if they need sweetener in their drink

nvm the manager now loves him

he makes it a point to visit his s/o as often as possible when they're working, even if they live together or have a date planned for later that day. he might not say much, but he loves to be in their presence as often as possible

a literal GOD at taking care of angry customers

whereas jouno would probably subtly threaten them, Tecchou is just gonna walk up to their face and be rly straight-forward about it

"sir, what's your problem?"

"I placed my order for coffee, a SINGLE COFFEE OVER HALF AN HOUR AGO AND I STILL HAVEN'T RECEIVED IT??? THIS SERVICE IS TERRIBLE-"

"sir, just take a breath. the employee over here is going to make it for you right away, and free of charge, right?"

ofc, they'd nod and do as he said bc the person is no longer fuming

the biggest issue with having tecchou in the café is his orders

he asks for the oddest things, including, but not limited to, sugar on rice and a hard-boiled egg with the shell still on

his partner makes sure to explain to their boss that this isn't anything abnormal for him, and that they'll make sure to take care of the order themselves

after all, putting together a weird food combo in order to get a chubby-cheeked tecchou stuffing his face with sugary rice is very worthwhile

teruko okura (aged up?? ig??? bc children running around a café is odd i think?? wtf is her real age-)

she is NOT made to be in a café with a serene vibe

no bc she picks up fights with everyone who breathes

"hey, idiot, stop breathing so loudly or else i'll come over there and shut you up myself-"

her partner thus keeps a stall in the very corner specifically for her that's far away from the other people 😐

teruko loves sugary and spicy flavors all in one, like a strong cinnamon or ginger, any type of warm drink that smells strongly rly

her partner does that mystical thing with the milk that creates a heart on the surface of the drink that looks so cute 

teruko chugs down the drink without even looking at it 💀

she isn't one for those kinds of gestures, and would much rather physically cling to her partner's side instead

sneaks up from under the counter and then pops up like a weasel with a HUGE smile on her face, the kind of cute smile that is like, showing all of her teeth and SUPER contagious and makes you wanna pat her on the head and hug her

the manager DOES NOT agree with this tho and kicks her out repeatedly. teruko is so close to snapping the manager's neck but her partner intervenes and reminds her that they still need their job

the entire café, teruko concludes, is against her

the powdered sugar gets thrown into her face by an unknown force

salt gets dumped on her hair

she slips on a puddle in the corner

the milkshake machine explodes in her face

it's just NOT her scene

that is the last time she visited her partner while at work, telling them that she's going to be waiting outside once their shift is over bc the pain is NOT worth it

fukuchi ochi

fukuchi barely has time to spend with his s/o, given how much of a busy man he is

so, he'll support them by financing the café itself and making sure they get high-quality ingredients and that the working conditions are acceptable

he does make it a point to ONLY get his coffee from there, tho, but doesn't use it as an excuse to talk to his partner. he's in he gets the coffee, then he's out

for this reason, his partner - who is not an idiot and needs human affection just like the rest of the planet - "suddenly and mysteriously" becomes a klutz

"accidentally" drops the coffee on him as they're serving his order, which leads him to freak out, and then rush to the bathroom to wash it off

apologizing profusely, his partner will follow him to the bathroom and help him out, using this as an opportunity to 1) get him to take off his shirt 😌 2) talk to him

this happens for about 3 weeks before his dense ass realizes that they just want some love

tries this out, showing up and ordering his usual coffee, and then asks them how their day has been

they BEAM at him, and gush about the tiniest things

he won't admit to himself that he loves seeing them so happy like that and that it makes his heart flutter a bit, instead telling himself the next time he stays that he's doing it "out of convenience" or some bs like that

eventually finds himself spending hours in the café just talking to his partner about random things, whether that is during their break or while the s/o is supposed to be working

the manager doesn't have the balls to tell him that they're supposed to be working bc fukuchi supplies like half the financial funds for the place 😍

he might start to be showing up late to hunting dogs' meetings for the next while, but spending the time with his partner has been shown to be more than worth.

tachihara michizou

It's very likely that the café is the place he met his partner, or at least has some kind of emotional value to him

either it's where they first asked him out (bc there's no way he'd make the first move) or maybe he was caught in the rain and his future partner, walking out of the café while holding an umbrella, offered it to him with a bright smile

for this reason, he likes to meet them here as much as possible

HOWEVER, there's an issue with dating tachihara, a big one at that

mid-way through the relationship, he had to go undercover and work for the mafia

since his partner had met him and knew only of his work as being "dangerous" and "top-secret", they understood a bit when he said that he had to go on a business trip of sorts and things would get complicated

tachihara lowkey went into a full-on breakdown bc he had never been loved like that before and felt sick at the idea of leaving, but his partner assured him that they'll be waiting for the day he comes back, and held him in their arms for the entire night, murmuring sweet nothings into his ear and gently kissing his forehead

eventually, he did have to leave. in the beginning, he teared up every night while in the port mafia thinking of his love

so, once he got the mafia's trust and moved along in the ranks, he got more freedom to move around and stuff. eventually, he got so heartsick he found himself subconsciously wandering right in front of the café out of habit

before he could snap out of his trance and get tf out of there, his partner noticed him and pulled him into the tightest hug in existence while sobbing their heart out

tachihara couldn't imagine the pain of saying goodbye for good again

so, he made it a rule to come and visit them on his shifts as often as possible, discreetly for their safety

they a b a n d o n their job and run over to hug him every single time he appears bc they never know if it'll be the last time they'll see him

the manager doesn't really follow the story, but tachihara's partner is one of the harder workers in the café, and the café itself isn't that popular anyways, so there's no point in yelling at them

tachihara isn't picky about what food he eats or what drinks he sips, so long as he gets to hear his partner's voice and be near them (I strongly hc that he has attachment issues)

he orders hot chocolate, even in the summer, and still hasn't shaken off that child-like tendency of chugging it down aggressively and ending up with a chocolate milk mustache, which his partner teases him about every single time

one time, he wasn't vigilant enough and gin - who was supposed to deliver a message from the boss about one thing or another - followed tachihara all the way to the café

saw tachihara kissing some stranger 👩‍🦯👩‍🦯👩‍🦯

she walked up to him, and his eyes went WIDE. his partner didn't recognize gin for obvious reasons, and thus got embarrassed, climbed off of tachihara and stood back at the counter, and asked her what her order was, since technically the shop was still operating

gin was confused af

she creased her brows at them, shook her head then turned towards tachihara

oh boy tachihara is screwed

at first, his partner thought he'd been cheating on them or something, then thought about it twice and realized that he wasn't the type to cheat on people. so they (not-so-)gently shoved gin out of the way and told tachihara that they "needed a smoke", a codeword for "outside. now. we need to talk"

he told gin that he'd received the message, and to tell the boss that he'll deal with it tomorrow, and then the mafiosa went on her way. 

his s/o demanded an explanation as to who tf that was, and tachihara reluctantly explained that it was someone he worked with

his partner isn't an idiot, they knew that his work was dangerous and that "someone he worked with" would be equally so, and thus they realized by the way he was perspirating with cold sweat and seemed pretty shocked that the girl had shown up

eventually, things were sorted out and no harm was done. tachihara made gin swear she wouldn't tell anyone about his dating situation, and like the frikkin amazing person she is, she agreed.

even though he slipped up that time, he couldn't stop himself from heading back to the café and meeting up with his partner as often as possible

in the end, the risk was clearly worth it

[kyoteugly]

Don't feed the animal - Chapter 16 (Buddie AU)

(...)

And just like that, Eddie's day flew by. The work seemed easier and the threat of danger was almost invisible. Every worry and doubt was overshadowed by a conversation with a scatterbrained firefighter. Eddie didn't even realize he was smiling every time he replied to another message. 

Just like now, when he was lying outstretched on the couch, watching Escape from New York , which was basically just background noise as the discussion about ice cream flavors took all his attention.

(11:23pm) First thing in my mind is this pineapple sorbet with fruit chunks and chamoy.  They come in these small cups. I haven't got one in ages.

(11:24pm) sweet and refreshing nice 😄 and what are your go to flavors in cones 🍨🍦

(11:25pm) Besides classic strawberries? Vanilla-mango or peach.

(11:25pm) fruit muncher 😋

Eddie never thought about it but yeah, he preferred fruit flavors over any others. Even chocolate tasted better for him with fruits. 

He looked at the last message again with a wide smile but decided not to comment. He actually was more interested in Buck's favorite flavors.

(11:26pm) Yours?

(11:26pm) popcorn salt and butter coconut rum and classic strawberry

(11:27pm) Coconut rum? Never tried it

(11:28pm) you should it's delicious 🤩 any out of the ordinary flavor you unexpectedly liked

Eddie searched his memory for some long forgotten sweet taste that came with crunchy waffle and fluffy cream but without any fruits.

(11:30pm) Cinnamon churro 

(11:30pm) there you go 🥳

(11:31pm) What about sprinkles, syrups, caramel to finish dessert? 

(11:31pm) depends on ice cream and my mood 😅 you

(11:31pm) I'm a sucker for a whipped cream on top

(11:33pm) i get it i love sucking cream of my top too 😏

Eddie only now realized how his last message sounded. He smiled with amusement and shook his head. Buck's incorrigible. 

Suddenly it dawned on him he didn't want to ignore the obvious subtext, so biting his lip he wrote the next words.

(11:34pm)  I've noticed. It looked and felt like an art coming from your lips.

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[aib-au-official]

Tumblr Mockfest #1

Emily:

Fruit, Sprinkles or Syrup, huh? Well, I'll start us off. Fruit is the obvious choice. It's adding something healthy to a dish that is... not. Adding fruit to your ice cream adds a whole new flavor and texture depending on the fruit you pick. Berries are a personal favorite of mine, but I am a fan of banana splits too.

Coral:

Please. Ice Cream is supposed to be unhealthy. That's why people like it. You wanna top it with fruit, go get frozen yogurt. Best thing to top your sugar with is MORE SUGAR! Sprinkles all the way! Put a little bit of whipped cream on top and throw 'em on, and you've got a classic sundae. Plus, if you get the colorful ones, your ice cream will be aesthetically pleasing too!

Emily:

Until it melts because you were too busy looking at the pretty rainbow colors. Sprinkles don't add anything to ice cream. You'd have to put like a fistfull of them on just to taste any additional sweetness. Keep in mind, fruit has sugar too. That's why people with good taste put it on their dessert in the first place.

Coral:

Yeah, that's why strawberry ice cream already exists. Don't overdo it with the berries there, sister. Sometimes simple sprinkles are the way to go.

Elliot:

(May I add?)

Emily:

Yes, let's let Elliot explain why he likes his syrup so much.

Elliot:

(Chocolate, Caramel, Butterscotch, Strawberry... So many flavors exist now. Bound to be one for every flavor of ice cream. Best of both worlds: sugary, but powerful flavor.)

Emily:

Yeah, except it makes everything gooey and gross.

Elliot:

(Skill issue.)

Emily:

DID YOU JUST—

Coral:

No, I see where he's coming from. For some people, gooey is better than chunky. Plus with so many flavors, you can do so much with it. You can even mix flavors and it'll still probably be good. I saw him eating Cookie Dough the other day with chocolate AND butterscotch.

Elliot:

(Delicious. You should try it)

Emily:

I'll pass. Gooey texture makes me feel like I'm eating ink. At least fruit is solid.

Coral:

Well, I happen to like my fruit pre-mixed with the ice cream. It's too sour otherwise! Sprinkles are the only way to top your ice cream.

Elliot:

(Come on, Syrup gang! Back me up!)

Voting and discussions are open!

[brooklynislandgirl]

Name: "Edward Charles Allan Brock. Most people call me Eddie. Most people don't even know I got two middle names. An' only one person in the whole universe calls me Ekkie. Takin' bets right now on who that could be."

Age: "I'm, uhm... somewhere north'uh thirty. Maybe pushin' forty. Maybe just the slightest shade over it. That's not too old, right...?"

Do you like to cuddle?: "When it's someone I care about, hell yes. We oughta be promotin' physical contact more, y'know? Keeps us connected."

Can we make-out?: "I'm pretty much always down for that. But it happens only when you're ready. Not a single second before, an' not an instant longer than you wanna."

A night in or dinner out?: "If I'm honest? I like a nice night in. It can be small, intimate, a 'just us' kinda deal, where we can make googly eyes at each other an' say whatever comes to mind, not gotta worry about what anyone else sees or hears. Also, 'dinner out' has sort of a specific connotation for... Us. Means gettin' dressed up, one way or another. ... Hang on, why're you grinnin' like that? What'd I say?"

Whip cream or chocolate syrup?: "Hey, don't get me wrong, whipped cream tastes good an' all, but--" "This is not even a question. It is a matter of life and death. You do not wish Me to starve, do you?" "Okay, chill out."

Chocolates and roses?: "Think we've already established it, but when there's a Klyntar around, it's a 'hell yeah' on the chocolate. An' as for roses, I mean... I'm not really so much for flowers most'uh the time, but I gotta say, I'm lookin' right at the rose for me."

What makes you a good Valentine?: "Guess we could consider the source. Taken my share'uh beatdowns. Got my whole life stomped into the ground, really, for actin' out how people in charge never wanted me to. Maybe some'uh the stuff I've done was wrong, but I really try to do the right thing, an' I'm never gonna stop tryin' to do right by the person that saved me."

Would you cook for me?: "Point me in the general direction'uh your kitchen an' you'll see what I can whip together."

Would you let me cook for you?: "Let's be real, here, babe, you wouldn't let you cook for me. S'okay. Nobody's perfect at everything."

Where would you take me on a date?: "Clarion Alley, over in the Mission district. Artwork's incredible. Not enough words in the dictionary to describe the feelings you get when you see it. An' then, some Smitten Ice Cream. Get you a scoop'uh cherry, with sprinkles on it."

Who’s paying?: "Well... technically, it'd be you, wouldn't it? You did kinda pick up a bum on a bench."

What did you get me for Valentine’s Day?: "Yeah... so... you probably got like a dozen'uh these stashed somewhere, but, y'know, you find this in black an' you think, 'Maybe she'll think'uh Us when she looks in the jewelry cabinet an' sees it...' " An extended hand opens, revealing a hematite pendant in a very familiar shape, strung upon a simple black cord.

"T'be honest, if I had all the money in the world, still feels like there's nothin' I could buy equal to the task'uh lettin' you know just how much you mean to me. I'm the happiest man in the world just to get to see you smile. I'm glad I made the cut."

Better Together || -

The quiz had been tagged to her on her Adventures of A Nurse Shark blog. She'd mulled it over for a few days. No one could blame her for ignoring it outright; Valentine's Day has always been antithetical to every belief she's ever had about love and joy and trying to show the people she cares about just how much she does. But Eddie sees it the day before and over her shoulder he reads the questions. A kiss to her temple precedes him pouring her a cup of coffee. He returns to the kitchen and is gone for a few minutes before returning to the breakfast nook. The day is too wet and chilly to enjoy breakfast on the terrace and will be for another month or two. He slings himself into the booth next to her and she watches as he assumes what she sometimes thinks of as Interview Face. And with almost perfect recall he launches into answering each of questions. She will always be impressed with his way with words, maybe even to the point of envy. She also really likes his full name. It rings with something traditional, something that speaks to a nostalgic romance novel, in which he could very much be a rake of the Ton. Only Elikapeka Ailine Alohaekaunei Kahanuola'Ilikea'wahine Riley doesn't exactly fit in with that daydream, so she'll stick with what they have here. Hearing himself say Ekkie makes her blush. "Is fine. Gonna be t'irty-five come June, so we're of an age. An' I happen f' like a slightly older man." She winks, hopes he takes that playfully. She nods when he talks about cuddling, he knows her well enough now that she doesn't feel the need to explain touch. The making out part though? A slight feeling of discomfort that she can't put her finger on. "Dat's very noble, an' I mean…believin' li'dat certainly got you a long way wi' me…but you know it's two way avenue, right? I…nevah mind, go on." Eddie is a master, too, of subject change without making it feel like something awful to guilt herself over. "I happen to enjoy you in a suit…an' when Beloved makes himself manifest. Bo'd are dey own kind of sexy. And I would nevah starve you, Beloved. But point taken. Whip cream and chocolate syrup." Her smile carries through on the chocolate follow-through, and Beth would be a liar if she said she didn't like the Ghirardelli toasted coconut dark chocolate bar, and the dark chocolate raspberry squares. Of all the places Beloved could have found Himself with Eddie? San Francisco is a good choice. The mood turns a little more sombre when he turns his gaze inward. She hates that all of that is true as far as she knows. Comparatively, Eddie's ups and downs are worse and wide-spread than her own, and she doesn't have a leg to stand on when it comes to complaints. She could argue with him until she's blue in the face that he is a good man, and his missteps aren't really indicative of his personal character. "Dis isn't…I don' evah wan you t' feel like…you owe me anyt'ing. Dat wha' we have is base on what you do for me…I dunno how t' explain. But if I evah make you feel like you owe me anyt'ing, jus' tell me." There's a momentary pause and she fills it internally of an inventory to see if she ever took him for granted, or made him feel like their relationship was conditional. The fear of doing so tightens her belly. Outwardly she fiddles with the rim of her coffee cup before taking a sip of it. Eddie cooks for her because he seems to enjoy it and she's adequately explained that she doesn't because she doesn't need to burn down the house, or poison Them. What she's never had to do was explain the why, though with her prescriptions in the medicine cabinet she doesn't think she would have to lay it all out. Something he confirms a breath later and she chuckles about it. The date though? "Sounds wonderful, an' really very t'oughtful. I'd love t' go out wi' you." {{part the second}}

[artificial-condition]

Here’s a picture of the same one we got that I found online

It’s a soft freshly cooked cakey thing that looks like a waffle (we thought it was going to be crispy and hard so we were surprised but in a pleasant way because it was so so good) and then you fill it with your choice of ice cream (chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, or cookies and cream) (we got vanilla), then whipped cream, strawberries, your choice of syrup (we got strawberry unlike in this picture), and these things called “dream sprinkles” if I remember correctly that were supposed to be cotton candy taste (I hate cotton candy flavor but these tasted not like that and also amazing)

My other sister got a custom one with lots of different fruits and Oreos and cookies and cream ice cream and she loved it too so win

Excited to go back and try new flavors :D

I went back to that place I got boba at when I got my murderbot books and got boba and these bubble puff cakes which were AMAZINGGGGG but I forgot to take pictures to share D:

They were so so good

[writerpeach]

Pet - Part Three

Choi Yena x m!reader

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Saturday night at the izakaya wasn’t your favorite place to be on the weekend, but it had its own share of benefits—cheap beer, the friendliest bartenders, and the best fried chicken in the city.

Sitting down at your usual spot, the small table in the corner practically had your name written on it, far enough away from the heavy chatter, yet still close enough to grab a bartender’s attention if needed. Icy cold mugs filled with beer, several side dishes, and a centerpiece of juicy, fried chicken packed the table. 

Drinking with Yena didn’t happen often, usually reserved for special occasions, but an exhausting week deserved just that, especially with a table filled to the brim with delicious food that didn’t last long. 

Yena was unusually quiet, and that made you suspicious—you knew she was planning something up her non-existent sleeve. 

After downed beers, and emptied plates, one last piece of succulent chicken remained that went to Yena at your insistence. Of course, she couldn’t just savor every last bite quietly, and had to make a show by licking her fingers clean. Politeness went out the window as it often did with Yena, but she never cared—not when it gave her an excuse to make a lewd display of slurping her messy fingers one by one. 

Yena's chicanery had diminishing returns. 

Nothing really pushed your buttons like before, and you still had something up your sleeve if Yena got too out of line. 

As expected, Yena selfishly ordered one more thing—her favorite dessert, a bowl filled with the biggest scoop of vanilla ice cream, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and extra sprinkles. Excessive for sure, and normally you’d warn her about so many sweets this late, but when she looked so happy after that first bite, you didn’t bother. Not like she would listen, anyway. 

“Mmm, it’s so good,” Yena said, borderline moaning while she took a rather large spoonful. Traces of ice cream frosted her lips that she licked off, towing the line with another obscene gesture. “This whipped cream is delicious, too. It tastes much better than the one you licked off my tits the other night.” 

There really weren't any barriers Yena wouldn’t cross, but any attempt held little weight when the bar stayed loud and rowdy. Not that it dampened the smirk on Yena’s little mischievous lips when dipped her toe into the deep end. “But it doesn’t taste as good as master’s huge hard cock.”

Before now, anything Yena tried would warrant an instant reaction, with cheeks embarrassingly redder than the cherry on her ice cream. But these days, her teasing behavior held little power other than eliciting a chuckle, while you held all the power in your hands with one little app. 

Yena was oblivious to the phone in your hands, too immersed in a different world of sugary bliss. Somehow, she had forgotten about the pink bullet shoved between her legs, but you’d give a blunt refresher. After a couple of taps on your screen, it hummed to life—a gentle reminder you held all the cards. 

When the sensations hit, Yena’s eyes went wide as you jogged her memory. A single, solitary jolt, and oh shit etched on her face, put an even bigger smirk on your face. Then the best part—an audible gasp that Yena failed to cover with her hand, instead dropping the spoon against the edge of her bowl, the loud clank against the rim unfortunately too muted to hear in a crowded bar. 

Ignoring Yena’s embarrassed gaze, your fingers danced with the slider that controlled the toy between her legs, changing between various speeds before dropping down to something barely noticeable. 

“Master—” 

Yena tried to be discreet. Even at a low level, she couldn’t sit straight with the unforgiving pulsations running through her needy little cunt. You loved seeing her squirm, a subtle consequence for her actions that turned her face beet red, but not because of the beer that had infiltrated her system. 

With her gaze held front and center, Yena didn’t move a muscle, yet felt like the entire bar had eyes on her, desperately trying to contain her moans, which honestly made the challenge even more arousing.

Catching her breath, Yena could deal with the low dull vibrations that gave little pleasure, if any. The uncertainty drove her crazy—the abrupt changes from a stable buzz to short taps, then elongated surges, left her unable to expect when the next morsel would arrive. 

“Master, p-please,” Yena whined, and let out a breathy moan while she closed her legs tight. Unsurprisingly, it did little, but kept a smile on your face that only widened as you upped the intensity to max level for a heartbeat before dropping it back down. 

“Oh fuck!” Yena caught her mouth this time, but nearly toppled over. One of your rules was never leaving the house wearing panties, but this was the rare exception where you deemed it necessary to do so. By the time you left, they’d be ruined anyway. 

You only granted a short-lived respite, turning the toy off just long enough before Yena’s body could cool down, making sure not to form any type of recognizable pattern. Like a game of chess, the goal was to always keep her guessing, and the intensity became a roller coaster of stimulation. Helpless and flustered, Yena sat there moaning under her breath, and tried not to cause much commotion while she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Easier said than done.

“M-master, please,” Yena softly begged, with desperation in her eyes. “There’s a bathroom right there. Lock the door, and then you can take this vibe out of me and shove your big cock inside me. Wouldn’t you rather fuck me senseless instead? Or pull my hair while you pound me and wrap your strong hands around my throat?” 

Yena was wasting her breath. No amount of puppy dog eyes or batting eyelashes would goad you into withdrawing from your plans. Denial was the game here, and Yena would be at the mercy of your whims until further notice. 

“Not a chance, kitten. You’re going to stay here until your ice cream is all gone.” 

Frustration had never been so clearly etched on Yena’s adorable face than it had now. For her, it was a deadly enemy, but for you; a powerful ally, one that helped you retaliate against her persistent need to act out. Making matters worse was knowing the in and outs of her body, what her limits were, and how best to breach them. Saying you were having the time of your life toying and teasing Yena would be an understatement. 

Through all this constant stimulation, Yena tried to finish the last spoonfuls of ice cream in a feeble attempt to distract herself and gain some peace, like her pussy wasn’t throbbing helplessly. 

“What’s the matter, kitten? Too much? Too bad. Those pretty blue panties you wore before I shoved this up your little cunt must be so drenched right now, right?” 

It was hard not to laugh when you had the upper hand.

The agony on her face grew clearer than day, and you almost felt bad for her. Almost. Yena couldn’t think straight, and really picked the wrong night to wear a short dress, dripping down her clenched thighs after each torturous vibration. She’d soak through the useless fabric between her legs soon enough. 

Staring at the wall became Yena’s only defense, no longer maintaining eye contact as she white- knuckled and became best friends with the edge of the table. If only the bar patrons knew what was happening at your isolated corner. Not like Yena wouldn’t get off even more from it. Regardless, you could watch Yena falling apart at the seams for a lifetime. 

Of course, you wouldn't actually allow Yena the sweet satisfaction she craved. As tempting as getting Yena off in a crowded room of people in various states of inebriation would be, it was much more fun stringing her along, a perpetual carrot on a stick. At this point, the ice cream in Yena’s bowl had been entirely forgotten, and melted into a creamy puddle, an imitation modeled after the poor squirming girl herself. 

You figured Yena had one more round left before the real begging started—the desperate cries, frantic pleas, and last resort offerings, but you’d never give them any attention. Given the chance, Yena would crawl naked without hesitation from one side of the bar counter to the other just for a chance of release. 

So this time, you doubled your efforts, and kept the vibrators settings hovering around the upper intensity, cautious not to push her too over the edge that she couldn’t come back down. 

In this state, it was easy to rile her body back up the same way, an endless tease that robbed her of an orgasm over and over again, and the look on her face after every denial was a perfect picture you would never forget. 

Yena couldn’t hold out much more, only staring into nothingness while she bit her trembling lip in a last ditch effort to quell the desire between her legs. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, but sooner or later, it would end. One way or another. 

Yena wasn’t even sure she could get off at this point despite everything, so frustrated, yet so turned on, being toyed like this. The ache in her core wouldn’t leave, leaving her so dripping wet that maybe, just maybe, if she just shifted the right way—

“Don’t even think about it, kitten.” 

Yena wasn’t against playing dirty so she could get herself off without permission, and you knew she would try anything to bend the rules, so you shut the toy off well before anything resembling an orgasm could happen, making Yena let out the biggest whimper of the night.

“Master!”  

“Kitten, your ice cream isn’t finished.” 

A quick change of subject, and while it was the least of her worries right now, it still made Yena‘s lips pout when she looked into an empty bowl of disappointment. “But it’s all melted.” 

“Is that my problem? I told you to finish it before we leave.” 

Too frustrated to bring forth more complaints, Yena complied while she slurped up the rest of her ice cream like a proper kitten. Without words, she sat in silence, thankful for a break from the throbbing between her legs, despite the peaceful moment doing nothing to settle her dripping center. 

“Sit there, kitten. Keep your hands on the table, and just think about me fucking you on this table. Think about how I’d bend you over, rip those ruined panties off you, and let everyone here  see what a drenched little slut you are.”

Yena wouldn’t hold back from making a mess underneath her seat with such an active imagination. Despite the lack of vibration, she felt an increased arousal that was difficult to manage. 

“Kitten wants that, don’t you? You want everyone here to watch me use your pretty little cunt? You know I don’t like being gentle with you. I’d pound you so hard until the entire room could hear you scream. They’d all be so jealous, wouldn’t they?”

“God, master—please, fuck me right here! Fuck me so everyone can see what a whore I am for master’s cock!” 

Fantasies be damned, it was pitiful they could never become reality. “I’d slap your tight little ass so hard, pull your hair, and just ram my cock inside you. I’d make you cream on my cock so many times, and I wouldn’t even make you ask for permission.”

Yena really couldn’t take it. With feral thoughts of being stretched in public drove her crazy, she clenched around the unmoving toy. Now seemed like the perfect time to turn it back on, but you skipped any sense of build-up and went straight for the highest setting—straight for the killing blow. 

Once more you tested Yena’s core, and you only lowered the intensity one solitary time, before spiking it back up. If she made it over  ten seconds, then well—maybe she’d be in luck.

“Look at me, kitten,” you demanded, and she shifted her gaze to you. Yena could barely close her mouth, let alone keep her focus on one spot, and surely you would let her finally grab what she wanted…

But you continued driving her imagination wild. “After kitten came on my cock so many times like a greedy little slut, you’d beg me to finish inside, wouldn’t you?” Yena frantically nodded. She was so close, about to explode that just anything would set off her imminent release.

“Oh my fucking god—”

“Kitten would moan so much when I fill you with a nice thick load, and every person here could watch it drip out of you. They’d all get to see how much I pump inside you every day, wouldn’t they? They’d all get to see what a good little cum dump kitten is.” 

“Master! I’m going to—”

Maybe you’d give Yena what she wanted—if only she acted like a good girl.

“Cum?” you interrupted with a devilish grin before you switched the toy off and shoved your phone back into your pocket. “No, kitten. You’re not.” 

The last denial drove Yena to the point of insanity, further on the brink of gushing through the seat, accompanied by tears that welled up in her pretty lust-filled eyes. 

“Please, master!”

It wasn't like it wasn’t Yena’s fault that she was in this situation, nor was it against her will to have a small vibrator placed inside her pussy before you even left the house. But the endless teasing, lewd gestures, and lack of discretion to let anyone in earshot know how badly she wanted to be railed. It all tallied up, and it was time to pay. 

Perhaps this was the best way to enjoy a bar, bringing your own brand of fun. Emptying little by little, the place grew into a quiet calm. Closing time was imminent. You had gotten everything out of the evening, even though it was the opposite for Yena. 

“We’re leaving, kitten.” 

“Wait, I almost—” Pointless protests wouldn’t be answered, regardless of how effortless it would be for Yena to achieve her desired outcome. The risk factor wouldn’t be worth it with fewer people left.

Trapped in purgatory was a worse outcome than Yena had bargained for, and the littlest movement might set off a tidal wave of an explosion, which without exception would be suitable for punishment. 

“Don’t care. We’re getting out of here,” you said, apathetic to another outcry, and gently grabbed Yena to stop any further objection. Left behind was a puddle of arousal, impossible to miss, but for all anyone knew, it was nothing more than spilled beer. 

Before leaving, you spotted the bathroom Yena suggested, and just for a second you considered it. But again, only good girls deserved that. 

✦    ✦

“Bedroom, kitten.” 

As soon as you spoke, Yena obeyed without opposition. Woefully unaware of what was next, she walked towards the bedroom, taking small, graceful steps, and disappeared inside. 

You followed one step behind, and without instruction, Yena dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor. Still on edge from every tortuous denial, she looked up silently,  her heart beating faster while anxiously awaiting orders. 

In public, Yena would do her worst to disobey, to push your buttons, to draw out your patience, but once she stepped foot inside this room, her bratty demeanor vanished. She would follow anything explicitly ordered with zero doubt or hesitation.

“Good girl.” 

Yena beamed at two brief words, waiting with bated breath, in her favorite position—on her knees where she felt right at home. 

“Want your cock, master.” If that was her opening statement, it was a rather pitiful display of words. 

“Doesn’t sound like you want it.” 

The pout etched on her face alongside dark, widened eyes told a different story. “But I do, master! I need it so bad. Please, master—need my throat filled with your delicious, yummy cock. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.”

She could do better, but it was a start. You’d make her beg properly when the time was right, but right now—you needed those burdensome clothes removed from her tight little body. 

“Strip for me and you might get it.” 

Not missing a beat, Yena obediently surrendered control like you had trained her to. “Yes, master." 

Back on her feet, Yena didn’t dawdle, and lowered the straps of her colorful dress down her shoulders before pulling it off, letting gravity finish the job. Underneath, you could see the pale, smooth skin of her toned body covered by a black lace bra, and the highlight of her figure—soft, ample breasts that bounced with the slightest movement. 

You interrupted for a quick heartbeat while your eyes roamed the beautiful skin available, and couldn’t help but mark her up. Starting at her neck, where you bit hard enough to leave a bruise, you left a matching mark on the opposite side, then slowly moved downwards to the curve of her collarbone. After several deep, slow, deliberate sucks that brought a loud gasp from Yena, you circled back around again to kiss each reddened mark, before gliding your tongue down to suck just underneath, leaving a plethora of little love bites on her bare flesh.

“Who do you belong to, kitten?”

“I belong to you, master. Kitten is an object for pleasure, my body is always available for master’s use at any time.”

“Good girl,” you said, then swiped your tongue over the red spots that had formed over Yena’s creamy skin, and gestured for her to continue. 

Yena made an exhibition out of her body, flaunting every deadly curve that your eyes wandered, from the curve of her hips, to her wonderful flat midriff, then that amazing full chest, every inch a sculpted masterpiece. Patience wasn’t something you had in wealth, so while you watched with approval, Yena reached behind her back, unhooked her black bra, and freed her large breasts from their confines. 

The reveal of her scrumptious tits never got old. More than perfect, your eyes feasted on beautiful, heavy mounds that widened your eyes, that barely fit in your hands, and you wasted no time giving a delicate squeeze. 

Her rosy nipples were erect and perky, which came as no surprise, ready for attention, eager to be touched and tasted. Whimpers left Yena’s pouty lips when you flicked each sensitive nub, and the littlest touch of your tongue against them sent shivering pleasure up her spine. 

“Ah, master!” 

Yena’s swollen breasts were extra sensitive on a normal day, but after dozens of orgasms robbed from her all in one night, a gentle breeze would be more than enough to set her off. 

So after a little more teasing with your tongue, you sucked on her breasts, lips sealed shut around each nipple. Over time, suction turned more aggressive, drawing out more gasps that made you slurp with satisfaction, grazing your teeth against Yena’s nipples and proceeded to downright devour her delicious breasts. 

Yena was so wet she could hardly keep herself from squirming as you sucked harder, and tested her sensitivity by giving her nipples another tug. She gasped, her toes curling into the plush of the carpet, but your mouth stayed latched on to her scrumptious tits, switching back and forth until you covered both in marks, bites, and abundant saliva that added to her arousal. 

You thrived on the cries of pleasure that escaped Yena’s lips while you suckled on her stiff nipples. It would be so effortless to make her fail, yet undeserved to make her climax with such ease. With clenched thighs and gritted teeth, Yena held on, desperate to prevent an unpermitted orgasm. 

“M-master—” The moans she made only further formed a smile on your face. 

“Hands behind your back, kitten.” 

She obeyed instantly, hands cuffed together behind her back in an imaginary bound. Your lips curled into a devilish smirk, and squeezed her tits harshly, then slapped each in succession, watching them jiggle and savored the pathetic little whines she made. 

Once more, you repeated this, and aimed your palm directly at her taut nipples that made the perfect target—again, twice, three more times, taking advantage of the thriving sensitivity that shot like lightning through Yena.  

You could do this over and over, but you were done playing with her tits—for now. The painful bulge that formed in your pants needed to be dealt with, and there wouldn’t be a better way to find relief other than Yena. 

But you didn’t let her off without exploring the nakedness that blessed your eyes. After one more greedy squeeze of her chest, your hands traveled down her stomach, felt up her tight abdomen, then gripped her hips before pressing two fingers to her clothed core with a new wetness that made her body shiver. 

“Kitten, get on the bed.” 

Another order that Yena respected, as she looked away from you while doing as told, climbing the bed at your bidding. Bent over in the most appetizing way, the thong draped around her hips nestled between milky-white cheeks, and looked so utterly appetizing that you gave her backside a necessary sharp smack that made Yena yelp. 

Taking her time, Yena laid down flat on her stomach, and you pulled your shirt off to reveal your bare chest that Yena loved to kiss and worship. Her mouth filled with saliva as you slipped your jeans off, your bulge dominating her view. 

Yena had to control herself, or risked being caught in a trance. After she helped tug your underwear off and tossed them aside, she licked her lips while staring at your shaft that leaked with precum, eyes full of anticipation. But even her patience had limits—she couldn’t take her eyes off your hardened cock, craving it like an addict going through withdrawals, desperate for a fix. 

It put a wide grin on your face when you stroked your shaft mere inches from those cock-hungry lips—just enough to make her moan with pangs of jealousy. 

“Want a taste?” 

The question was painfully unnecessary, but a timid nod still came as a response.  

“Use your words, kitten.” 

“I’m so hungry for your cock, master. Please, I’ve been waiting so-so-so long for you to fill my throat. Just shove it right down. Don’t be gentle. Grab my head and fuck my mouth until I can’t even fucking breathe.”

Yena’s eyes grew larger and larger as she put on her best performance. “Please, master—let me choke and gag and drool on your throbbing cock. Make my throat bulge, use my body for your own pleasure. Just cover me in your cum from head to toe, then fill my tummy with your hot, thick load. I’ll swallow every drop, I promise! Please, please, please!” 

Begging like that was always so goddamn satisfying, and you would reward Yena for her efforts. One more stare into her lust-drowned eyes, and you granted what she earned—a throbbing shaft that fit perfectly in her delicate hands. 

Her bright eyes kept their attention on your length, refusing to look elsewhere. Yena gripped the base of your cock like it was a delicate package, astonished at your size. 

"Master feels so hard," Yena said in awe, maintaining eye contact. When she first stroked your cock with a deft touch, it twitched between her fingers. 

She kept a smile etched on her features, while her hand tightened around your shaft, trying to wring out every bit of pleasure. Delicate pumps turned into firm, repeating strokes, as Yena savored every inch with impatience in her eyes. Her wet tongue slid alongside your length, and she puckered her lips into a chaste kiss on your swollen cockhead, making you groan with such an indulgent act. 

“Delicious,” Yena said, before her tongue licked your leaking slit. Lapping anything that escaped, her mouth traveled down your length in a trail of wet kisses, covering your shaft all over with an audible mwah every single time her glossy lips met flesh. 

Now that Yena had what she desired, she wouldn’t waste a second. Cherishing the weight of your throbbing length on her hot tongue, she painted a road of warm saliva up and down, with her lips gliding up both sides, sending vibrations when she hummed around it. 

“Thank you, master,” Yena graciously said in between eager, appreciative smooches. “Thank you so much for letting me worship your beautiful, perfect cock.” 

Those words of praise weren’t something Yena used up, and each set of tender licks and messy smacks accompanied more compliments of your stiff member. “Master, I love how good your cock tastes in my mouth. It feels amazing between my lips. I wish I could just gulp down your hot, sticky loads forever and ever.”

But for now, Yena rubbed your cock on her needy lips, continuing to stare longingly at you, with hot breath on your shaft. Her hands kept occupied; one stroked your shaft, the other taking great care to massage your balls, a well-oiled machine of bliss that worked together like a dream. 

Yena was getting a bit daring, but you couldn’t complain when her lips parted and brought you inside the heavenly warmth of her mouth. The sharp spikes of pleasure that followed elicited a groan louder than expected, and she sucked greedily on your tip, hollowing her cheeks. 

It was what her mouth was made for, after all. Those selfish lips—those gorgeous, dick-sucking lips wrapped so well around your throbbing shaft as Yena sucked on your engorged head, causing a torrential spike of intoxicating pleasure. 

The way Yena casually bobbed her head while her wet mouth slobbered on your dick had never felt better, and before you knew it, you were firmly down her throat as she took you deeper, doing her absolute best to please you. She sucked you off with those sweet innocent eyes glued to your gaze, and her devotion to swallowing you down her throat was second to none. 

But just like Yena was selfish, so were you, even more so. 

“Kitten…”

“Yes, master? Am I making you feel good?” she asked, with a strand of saliva spilling down her chin. She really was—goddamn she was, but you needed more than just a pretty set of lips around your cock, and you had no qualms on taking what you needed. 

“God, I really need to fuck your throat,” you groaned. It wasn’t a request, and you weren’t asking—you needed to bury your length deep inside Yena’s warm mouth fucking now. 

Her eyes lit up brighter than ever. After a handful more firm strokes, loud slurps, and wet licks, she pulled her warm mouth from your cock, and rolled on her back, scooting towards you enough until her head was hanging upside down off your firm mattress.

Such a pretty upside-down mouth never looked so good at this angle, so much so that you couldn’t resist rubbing your cock on her glistening lips, then rested your entire length on her beautiful face. Yena moaned at the thick, heavy flesh, like a treat dangling as a reward for her patience that she had none left. 

“You can fuck my throat all night, master,” Yena insisted between swipes of her tongue on your shaft and balls. It was all you needed to hear as you plunged your length deep into Yena’s inviting throat in one swift motion, and groaned out loud when Yena choked on your shaft. 

Now that you had full control of her throat, it was time to go all in, even as the sensations of her warm mouth that surrounded your shaft sent your senses reeling. After taking a deep breath, you gathered yourself, then slowly pumped your hips, sending your throbbing cock into the slippery depths of Yena’s throat that tightened around your length. 

“Fuck, kitten! Fuck, just stay like this while I use your throat.” 

Not like she could really do much, but the new position made it more of a pleasure to thrust into her mouth, every forceful plunge hitting balls deep with ease. When Yena dug her fingers into the silk sheets underneath, you knew she wanted to touch herself, but she didn’t deserve that—not without your needs being attended to first. 

So without mercy, you rammed the entirety of your cock down Yena’s throat, and made her choke again, and again, and again, until the sounds became muffled by your thick cock buried inside. How rough you were was not a concern—it never was, since Yena always had the option to tap out, but showed no signs to do so. 

Free to do as you pleased, you used her warm, hungry mouth like a toy, built only to serve your pleasure, with her occupied throat working like crazy and her mouth watering from all the messy leftover spit.

Your pretty toy became a string of sputtering gags and forceful coughs, an endless loop of gurgling that grew louder even after Yena relaxed. She welcomed each rough thrust that stuffed her throat, yearning for more while you worked her throat, until her mouth became wetter, and streams of saliva covered her lips that clung to her face. 

Moving now at a relentless pace, the thrusts that Yena swallowed up were quick and brutal, sending a combination of tears and ruined mascara spilling from her eyes as you forced your length deeper down her throat without mercy. Your hips were ruthless, unconcerned, absolutely careless, and that was the only way Yena liked it. 

Meanwhile, the bountiful chest inches from your face presented itself for your viewing pleasure, and you took advantage and played with Yena’s tits. Capturing them filled your fingertips with the softest flesh imaginable, as the satisfying wet sounds of her throat being fucked were all you heard. 

In the meantime, you took a slight breather, allowing Yena ample opportunity to gasp for air and recover. Yet, she wasn’t concerned with gathering back oxygen, opting instead to latch her warm messy lips on your balls while you stroked yourself. 

“Ah fuck, kitten, fuck! I just—I just need to destroy your fucking throat.” Yena knew how to handle your cock after all, so without another word, you guided your dick into her impatient mouth once more, then proceeded to slam back in, harder and faster than before.

 Off the bat, your pace grew much more frantic, more ferocious, but it still wasn’t enough for Yena, and she reached for your thighs, urgently pulling you deeper down her throat. The needy squeezes she gave your thighs signaled to up the ante, despite your messy plunges nearing the maximum level of roughness. Still, you escalated your efforts, determined to ruin what remnants of makeup were left on her features. 

Her throat became a symphony of sinful sounds; the most beautiful, ecstasy-filled, unadulterated wet noises, choking on your length like she had something to prove. The wetter your cock got, the more unhinged your hips became, raining down powerful thrusts into Yena’s needy little mouth. With ceaseless momentum, she greedily devoured every inch, her throat bulging beautifully with every movement you took. 

During this all, your pretty little pet was a mess. A beautiful, disheveled mess, checking off all the boxes with ruined makeup, watery eyes, and saliva that spilled uninterrupted, thanks to the continuous barrage of harsh thrusts into the messy depths of her throat. 

Your limits were on the cusp of being breached, a dizzying upward spiral, and it took a herculean effort to hold on. “Kitten, fuck, I’m so close. Your throat just feels too damn good.” 

Maybe if her eyes weren’t filled with tears, you could see the glint in them. 

Pressing on, you knew where Yena wanted your release. It was obvious she wanted her mouth full with your hot load, and if it were up to her, she’d beg and plead to guzzle your cum, but it wasn’t—only good girls deserved to swallow. 

In the heat of it all, you found the self-control to withdraw from Yena’s tight, raw throat, leaving copious amounts of saliva in your path, as you took furious strokes towards the point of no return. 

“Is master going to paint my face?” Yena asked, while she slurped on your balls to further encourage your release, her tongue sliding across the underside. Even covered in spit, the look on her face begged for it and you couldn’t say no. 

“Master has been making me wait all night. Please cover me in cum, master. Cover kitten in your huge, thick load until it's dripping down my face. Kitten needs it so badly, please, please…” 

Your eruption didn’t take long—the tightness in your core flew past the breaking point, off the rails, until it snapped like a twig. 

Yena waited patiently, tongue out, while you used her face as a canvas, unloading on her gorgeous features with an initial burst of hot, viscous spurts that landed on her chin and coated the side of her neck. The rest of your load glazed her cute nose and cheeks, before you showered down semen on Yena’s remarkable, well-used lips and sent creamy bursts into her inviting mouth.

You let her take over, her delicate hand stroking vigorously to drain everything from your balls as she finished up your orgasm, ensuring every dribble and drop landed either on her face or in her mouth. Yena basked in the moment, while she savored being bathed in the heavy load that began to drip down her cum-soaked skin, grateful for every last drop.

 “Thank you, master. It feels so warm…” 

Lying in bliss, she licked her lips to taste what was available in reach, then used her fingers to greedily scoop up the results of your orgasm into her mouth, before she took a few more sloppy swipes with her tongue to polish off your shaft. 

“So good, master. Your cum always tastes so good, so warm down my throat. Kitten wants more.” 

Greedy as always. Yena would get more, but it wouldn’t be in her mouth. Not today. Judging by the way she stroked your cock and kept your erection strong, Yena had energy in heaps to spare, still wet and dripping on the mattress. You knew she was dying to cum, and it was time to reward her patience. 

One last look at her disheveled face, then you joined Yena on the bed, where you planned to give everything and more—a merciless, much-needed fucking. Dragging her back enough so she was halfway on the mattress again, you peeled her panties off in one fell swoop, tossing the tiny vibrator between her legs out of sight. 

“Kitten, pick a color."

Yena needed little time to consider her choices and went with the default favorite. “Pink, please.” 

“Good choice. Don’t move.” You lifted her slender arms above her head, pinning both wrists together. After placing a kiss on each, you locked them together with a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs that made a loud distinct click, securing her hands in place. Yena was fully at your whims now. 

Flashing a smile of reassurance, you cupped Yena’s face, using your thumbs to rub soothing circles against her cute cheeks. “Too tight, kitten?” 

“No, master. You can do anything. Have your way with me,” she said, her husky voice rich with unbridled desire, and you hadn’t heard a better set of words. As you lowered down to Yena’s wonderful hips, her legs spread on instinct, and you stared at her gorgeous, glistening pussy, every beautiful inch of bare skin rejuvenated your body like a pure shot of adrenaline. 

No more time left for teasing or holding anything back, you took in the view, with every flawless inch of Yena’s naked body available at your disposal to be tasted, marked, or defiled, in that specific order. With your intentions set, you lifted Yena’s smooth legs up onto your shoulders, and guided your stiffer than ever shaft towards her welcoming heat. 

When you lined yourself up, you didn’t question if Yena was ready—the look of absolute desperation told you everything words couldn’t. There was no easing in, no gentleness to spare while you nudged against her slippery entrance, and in one smooth stroke you filled Yena to the hilt. 

She groaned loud enough to echo along the walls, and without warning, your hips snapped hard enough that your cock slammed into Yena’s slick warmth with force that rocked her whole petite frame. 

“Oh, oh f-fuck, master!” It was the first real taste of pleasure she’d had all night that wasn’t a toy, and just one harsh thrust overwhelmed her. Guided by warm, heavenly wetness, your shaft filled Yena, then exited until the tip of your cock stayed inside her, making her tight little cunt clench around you, then repeated it all over while you found a rhythm to your liking. 

“How does that feel, kitten?” you asked, the repetitive motion of your hips letting you plunge deeper into Yena’s warmth. In no time, you were pounding her senseless as the bed creaked in protest with your frantic movements.  

Yena had a hard time finding the right words for a moment, and with her cuffed hands she scrambled to grab a double fistful of sheets. “So good, master. Master’s cock feels so thick, so deep. I love being split open like this! Kitten feels so good, so stretched!” 

Her sense of enjoyment encouraged you to go even harder, to sink your cock deeper until it bottomed her out, only pulling back long enough to slam Yena into the mattress again. Sounds of rhythmic slaps of your thighs crashing together echoed throughout the room, and she moaned and moaned while your strokes became harsher and more frenzied. 

“So fucking tight, kitten. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” 

“Y-yes, master! Please don’t stop!” she begged, but you wouldn’t dream of it. Yena clenched more the harder you fucked her, letting out breathless moans over and over as you kept her slick warm walls filled with every last inch of your throbbing shaft. 

Hitting her sweet spot never came as a challenge, and you did it so often with ease that her draped legs trembled nonstop. Little time passed since you slipped inside Yena, but given her fragile state, it came as a surprise that she hadn’t immediately gushed on your cock upon your first entry. Regardless, you could sense Yena was near, so without hesitation you leaned forward until her ankles lined up above her head, fucking her in a way that your constant plunges felt even deeper while her feet dangled in the air. 

“Master, oh fuck, master fucks me so well!” Yena cried out, and couldn’t hold on much longer,

her orgasm building like a dam about to burst. The two of you locked eyes, and you knew what was next, what was inevitable—but you wouldn’t deny her this time, not when she looked so desperate and needy. With the sweat on her legs collecting on your fingertips, more clenches followed harsher thrusts, Yena had little time left before she tumbled over the edge. 

“M-master, kitten needs, kitten needs to—”

Yena needed relief more than air, and three little words set off a nuclear bomb of ecstasy. “Kitten can cum.” 

She reached her peak on the spot, so eager, so aching for release, she could taste it. Turning into jelly, her tight body gave in as her eyes shut tight, back arched off the bed, walls pulsating so hard it almost hurt you. Yena let out shrieks as she achieved such a thigh-quivering, toe-curling orgasm she nearly passed out, every bit of her undulating body no longer under her control. 

Several moments later, Yena’s body settled down, but that was just the start. You didn’t let up while you fucked her through the tidal wave of an orgasm, as more sharp aftershocks took hold of her body, rapid pulsations still squeezing your length. Another powerful climax ripped through Yena that made her body spasm once more, the fluttering walls around your dick releasing a flood of sweet juice that never seemed to cease.  

“Master, please! Too much! Too much!” 

The unrelenting nature of your hips refused to listen, while you ignored the begging, and pounded away into Yena hard and rough with your fingers kneading her tits, tugging on her sensitive little nubs until she came again, over and over. Yena could only claw the sheets with her locked hands still over her head, her cunt throbbing in a whole different way, crying out with each new orgasm that gushed more slick on the mattress, soaking through the already stained sheets that turned into a river of arousal. 

Yena would have a hard time walking straight in the morning. 

Eventually, after the umpteenth climax, you took pity on her and stopped, but not without one more harsh slam into her body. Panting profusely, her sweaty legs flopped to the slick-covered sheets, just like your cock flopped out of her, covered in Yena. 

“M-master…” Yena muttered, words barely even audible with her face flushed red, messy bangs clinging to her forehead. “Th-thank you, master. Thank you for letting me cum.” 

“Kitten did well, so kitten got a reward,” you said, leaning down to wipe tears from her smudged eyes. 

“But master needs to cum again, right?” 

An astute observation, even as she had trouble stringing together words, with her limp body at the peak of exhaustion. 

“Please, master—fuck me until you cum. Anyway you please.” Her words were weak, but the desire was strong. Yena’s body was all but a useless slump, but that mattered little—all you needed was a tight hole to fill. 

“Of course, kitten.” Excited to get started again, you unlocked Yena’s handcuffs, rolled her flat on her stomach, then locked them back up with her arms behind her back. You took in her naked figure for a moment, admiring her cute butt and every detailed curve of her body covered in a layer of sweat from head to toe. 

Yena didn’t have enough energy to look back, so she stayed prone with her face buried into the mattress and kept her legs together. On your end, fatigue was miles away when you knelt between her honey-slickened thighs, your erection ready and willing to find its home one more time. 

“Kitten looks so pretty like this,” you said, as your swollen tip brushed against her messy folds, the calm before the torrential storm of lust, while you positioned yourself from behind. 

The slide back in was anything but gentle—a rough, choppy wave of desire, unleashing a hurricane of thrusts that offered the same level of groans and moans from Yena’s lips. 

Round two began with your hands groping Yena’s round, squishy buttcheeks as you pumped with reckless abandon into her slippery wet cunt stretched anew to accommodate your length, the best place for your cock to sheathe into. 

You held Yena’s body with a tight grip, plunging into the familiar warmth, and used her taut body as a tool for your selfish pleasure. The constant rippling of her cheeks classified as an act of hypnosis for sure, but you wanted more—and you didn’t waste time in taking it. 

From the start, Yena’s moans, whimpers, and cries resonated across the room, growing in volume the harder you went, and without interrupting a single thrust you kept a steady beat, pounding away as she kept her cuffed hands resting on her plump cheeks. 

Now, this wasn’t your favorite way to fuck Yena, that award belonged to either the classic mating press, or letting her ride you—where you could lay back, make Yena do all the work, and stare at her perfect breasts as they bounced and bounced. Regardless, this position achieved what you needed—intense, deep penetration with minimal effort, eased by the discernible wetness between her legs. 

As your pace amplified, Yena began to stir back to life, slowly recovering after being fucked senseless to a seemingly infinite amount of orgasms, keeping her cheeks spread for you. That didn’t mean she became more than a passive participant, but was content to vocalize how good you felt buried in her dripping pussy, with mewls and cries returning to a state of deep, satisfied moans. 

You leaned down to kiss Yena behind the ear, then nibbled on her lobe while you snuck your hands underneath her sweaty frame to cup her tits, her sensitive nipples harder than diamonds against your palms. The walls of her cunt felt even narrower as you plowed through them, her slippery hole choking your length as you pounded her incessantly, making the area between your legs a massive pool of arousal. 

Yena’s sweet moans were a metronome to fuck her to, an encouraging rhythm of bouncing cheeks that kept her pinned to the mattress while you used her like a proper fuckdoll. 

“Kitten takes me so fucking well. Your pretty little cunt is just made for my cock, isn’t it?” 

“Yes, master! Kitten loves being your fucktoy. Please breed me, master, fill my womb, give kitten all your cum!” she pleaded, like you could even imagine pulling out of her, like her wrecked pussy wasn’t desperately trying to coerce everything out of your balls. You just continued to fuck Yena like your life depended on it, with the only surprise being the mattress springs hadn’t given up and the entire bed hadn’t collapsed—but not for lack of trying. 

And you’d certainly try. With Yena’s moans and cries of pleasure filling your ears, you gave it everything you had left—sweat dripped down both your bodies, your hips moved with unimpeded force, and your throbbing length impaled her to the hilt until your harshest thrusts made her feel you in her stomach. Fighting through exhaustion, you chased the palpable tightness in your core, fueled by an intense, unyielding inferno of lust, and pumped into Yena with unfettered aggression until you couldn’t take it any longer. 

“This tight hole is all mine. Only I get to breed you, only I get to fuck you this hard. God, your pussy just makes me fucking insane. I’m gonna fill your pretty little cunt so fucking deep, and you better keep it in there. Keep that fucking load inside, and don’t you dare let a drop spill out. Understand, kitten?” 

Yena nodded without words, silent moans the only thing spoken while she drowned in bliss. Nothing left in the tank, the persistent twitches in your shaft set off sparks, a match to a stick of dynamite of ecstasy in your loins that grew impossible to douse. 

Unable to fight back, with a moaning growl, you spilled your seed into Yena’s craving cunt, filling her up with hot, thick spurts in the depths of her womb that made her clenching insides ache for more. Even after your balls ached and your legs burned, your thrusts weakened, yet refused to yield before you forced your sticky warm load deep as it could go. 

In a battle between your raging urges to continue and fatigue, fatigue won out in the end. Your hips calmed down, and your breathing followed, ending out your last round by staying dormant inside the creamy, freshly fucked warmth of Yena. 

“Good girl, kitten, such a good girl. Kitten did such a good job. Doing okay?” 

“Y-yes, master. I’m fine. I loved it,” Yena said, with weakened words and panting breaths. If only you could stay inside her forever, but eventually you’d have to leave the warmth of her cunt to at least to change the sheets—the messy, Yena-stained sheets that weren’t just ruined, they were annihilated, unable to be used again. It was unlikely the bed came out unscathed, but you would worry about that at a later date. 

As you removed Yena’s handcuffs and unsheathed from her gripping pussy, your cum slowly leaked out of her, a thick collection of semen that clung to her sweaty thighs and the ruined sheets underneath your exhausted bodies. 

“Thank you, master,” Yena said, her words accentuated by shallow breaths. She flipped over on her back, and you rested your cock on her beautiful midriff, ogling at her marvelous breasts that hypnotically heaved up and down, her entire body glistening in sweat. 

“Stay here, kitten,” you said, after a soft kiss planted on her forehead. Yena didn’t argue, and you came back swiftly holding a glass of ice water, with a bright yellow straw attached that she downed in one sip.

“Careful, kitten. Don’t choke.” 

Yena gently nodded with a tired smile and wiped her mouth before setting up straight on the edge of the bed. The kiss that came after aimed for her plump lips, and after that you stroked her head, then fixed the sweaty strands of hair as best as you could.

“Do you want to take a shower or a bath, kitten?” 

“Bath,” Yena said without even thinking. “A warm bath sounds amazing. With extra bubbles!” 

“Of course, kitten. I’ll get it started.”

Moments later, running water at the right temperature became covered in suds, with the smell of jasmine and rose filling the room. One step inside the now dimly lit bathroom put Yena at ease, with warm candles illuminating the way as she entered with a bit of a limp in her step. 

After your assistance, Yena stepped into the bubbly tub carefully, bending down to test the water, and giggled with glee. You could still see the pretty red marks on her once unblemished skin, each one a stark reminder of who she belonged to.

She soaked in the atmosphere, then lowered herself in until hot water surrounded her, taking a deep exhale while she wrapped her arms around your neck. There wasn’t a more peaceful place to be. Yena closed her eyes, relaxing her sore muscles as the bubbles caressed her skin, her whole body melting under the water in your arms. 

Contented sighs and occasional splashes filled the silence as you both stayed silent for a moment, enjoying the relaxing water and warmth. Staring longingly into each other’s eyes, all traces of yearning desire had vanished, replaced with rich admiration towards one another. 

“Thank you, master. This is wonderful,” Yena said, inching closer, and you lowered down enough to sink into the soapy water to match her relaxation. 

“Kitten deserves it. Kitten did well.” With a soft caress of her face, you brushed a few strands of wet hair away as another round of cute giggles left her lips. After that, you leaned forward until your faces were inches apart, and delivered a kiss devoid of lust, tracing fingertips alongside her smooth naked back that became softer thanks to the warm water. Your touch sent shivers through her spine, and she couldn’t help but blush, unable to look away from your admiring gaze. 

“Master, that was—amazing. I came so many times I lost track.” A shy smile appeared on her lips, like she felt suddenly embarrassed.

“Not too rough?” 

Yena shook her head from side to side. “No, master. I love it when you’re rough and demanding. God, I can still feel how hard you fucked me. I’m going to be so sore tomorrow…” 

The way she said it came with a sense of pride in her voice. “Don’t get too worked up, kitten. I don’t have any energy left.” 

Yena laughed softly with pouty lips. “I don’t either, but I just wanna stay here forever.” 

“Me too, kitten, but the water will get cold. And you’ll get all pruney,” you said, giving Yena another forehead kiss.

“But we can warm it back up. And I don’t mind as long as you’re here with me, we can be pruney together.” You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as Yena’s compact frame clung to you tighter, burying her face into the crook of your neck. 

“We’ll stay a while longer then.” The warm bath wasn’t something you wanted to leave either, so you’d add more hot water as needed, but you wouldn’t go overboard. Eventually, you’d have to clean up and get some rest. 

“Thank you, master. You’re the best.” Yena purred into your shoulder. No doubt she’d beg you to rail her again in the morning, but for now, you’d just enjoy the company of each other's naked bodies.

Because Yena was the best pet anyone could ask for. 

[duskwoodgirl4life]

The Night Stalker

Chapter 3

MC started too shake dropping her phone too the floor, the room felt like it was spinning she felt like her heart was going too jump out of her chest. She tried too get up but her legs wouldn't allow her too move. Jake quickly took hold of her and held her close.

Jake: it's okay, I don't want you too worry about this I'm going too take care of this now!!

Jessy: you go do what you have too do I can stay with MC

MC: I want too stay with Jake I need him by my side

Jake: it's okay I can do it from here I've got my laptop with me, let Jessy take your mind off what's happening.

MC: but.... I ...

Jessy: don't worry Jake I'll take good care of her, come on let's go raid the freezer for ice cream and watch a rubbish horror movie.

Jessy grabbed MCs hand and they both went into the kitchen, they grabbed a bowl each of ice cream with lots of chocolate sprinkles and sweets on top. Once they had finished MC was quick too sit back next too Jake. He had already got his laptop out and was typing away. He had just connected MCs phone too his laptop when another message came through.

Unknown number: I have a special surprise for you my love, it will be arriving first thing in the morning I know your going too love it.

Jake quickly typed away trying too track who was behind the number he had a few possible leads pop up but it was going too take him some time. He made sure that MC didn't see the message he didn't want her too get anymore upset.

A few hours later and Jake was still following up on a few leads, MC had fallen asleep cuddled up too Jake.

Jessy: do you want me too help get her too bed?

Jake: please, I will stay with her and carry on with this

They both helped MC into the bedroom Jessy got her into a pair of shorts and a long tshirt. She put her too bed and pulled the covered over her just as Jake came into the room. Jessy walked towards the door saying good night as she left, Jake sat down next too MC as she slept while he worked away on his laptop, he felt MC snuggle up beside him feeling her warmth as she slept.

Jake worked through the night trying too track down this unknown person, he came across a few leads that might just get him one step further. As the light came through the curtains MC started too wake up, she looked over at Jake and saw that he had fallen asleep with his laptop on his lap.

She sat up and closer his laptop she couldn't help but smile, but that smile didn't last for long when he phone buzzed. Her hand reached over carefully so she didn't disturb Jake. Jake's hand stopped her he pulled her hand close too his lips and kissed her hand.

MC: good morning

Jake: morning

MC: I've waiting so long too say that too you

Jake: i feel the same way

MC: I want too ask if you... Did you...

Jake: I've come across a few things but don't worry I've put in a few favours

A tear ran down MCs cheek she couldn't quite believe that Jake was really here lay next too her protecting her. He whipped the tear from her face and held her close MC whispered into his ear. It sent a shiver down his spine, he did as she asked and put his laptop on the floor.

He leaded over and kissed her deep their hands moving over each others bodys, as things where getting heated there was a knock at the door.

They pulled away from each other MC went too see who it was as she opened the front door there was a box wrapped up, there was a card on top with MCs name on it. She picked up the box and brought it inside she want into the bedroom and sat down next too Jake.

MC: Jake I don't like this one bit

Jake: do you want me too open it?

MC: please I don't think I can do it

Jake took hold of the box and carefully opened it up, inside was a picture of MC out with Jessy. MC grabbed hold of the box and picture and threw it across the room. She was so mad she grabbed hold of Jake and kissed him deeply, pushing him back onto the bed MC claimed on top of him and slowly grinded her body.

After they had finished Jake went too grab a shower, MC noticed she never looked at the card she picked it up and opened it up inside it said

MC dropped the card on the floor and went running towards the bathroom nearly knocking Jake over.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

A matchup for @petitelepus! Thank you very much for commissioning me~ I hope you enjoy reading!

Your heart’s desire is…

… Trey Clover!

People always talk about love at first sight, but for you, it was love at first taste. You had swung by the school bake sale, intent on nothing more than picking up a snack on your way to class. A tall boy in glasses had welcomed you with a sweet smile and even sweeter desserts. Cutely crafted cupcakes, clouds of fluffy whipped cream, and sprinkles in all colors of the rainbow. You had taken that first bite, and tasted not only the sponge and the buttercream, but your first crush: Trey Clover. “Hey, you’re staring at me,” he had joked, his eyes locked with yours. “Is there icing on my face?” There honestly wasn’t–but the two of you felt drawn to each other all the same, both in the classroom and out of it. He rolls with your childishness with such ease, though he often finds himself also having to keep a wary eye in you. Too nice for your own good, he’d describe you. Over time, you had come to learn that Trey himself was kind and a people-pleaser—a kindred spirit. Neither of you are really quite sure how the relationship descended into romance; everything seemed to fall into place and transition into it so smoothly. It wasn’t as though one of you had explicitly approached the other with that intent, it was more like everyone around you already assumed that you were just from how often you’d be seen together, just basking in one another’s company.

Trey’s patience is a virtue. He’s not one to lose his temper, and he usually just goes along with whatever it is you’re doing. Some (aka Ace) would call it enabling and spoiling, but you call it unconditional love and support! No matter what you want to do—swimming, sleeping, writing, gaming, indulging in your favorite anime and manga, whatever—he’s there to cheer for you. Trey’s also always got something sweet up his sleeve, whether it’s a corny dad joke or pun (he has a lot of them, and none of them are very good) or a literal dessert—decadent slices of chocolate cake, light-as-air meringues, toasty oatmeal cookies, and the occasional bite of salted licorice if he’s coming back from a grocery run. He learns all about your tastes over time, and takes care to adjust his recipes according to those tastes. If there’s something that Trey struggles with, it’s coming off the right way. His compliments don’t exactly land most of the time (Seriously, who unironically compares your eyes to cucumber skin and thinks that analogy is cute? Only him.) but he says them with such sincerity that you know he means it with all his heart. He’s basically half boyfriend and half embarrassing dad energy.

Your dates are nothing extravagant—they’re often just cozy little get togethers at your place or his, usually involving sharing food and drink. If you go out, Trey has a tendency to speak up for you (very “excuse me, she asked for no pickles” of him), as he knows you can get socially anxious and have a hard time talking to others yourself. The first thing you’ll do when you go over to each other’s places is wash hands. It took him some getting used to, but Trey would come to appreciate the preemptive hand washing, especially for those times when you’re cooking together. Likewise, it took you some time to get accustomed to Trey’s obsession with dental care, but, like him, you soon came to appreciate his reminders—they’re part of how he shows he cares. “Clean hands and clean teeth means a clean mind,” he’ll sometimes say. You don’t really make plans for dates; it’s more about enjoying the other’s presence and company rather than doing something specific. You could order takeout to slurp up while watching an animated children’s movie only to end up crying into your meal (you’re sensitive, and it’s way too cute for you not to), and Trey will happily let sob cry into his sleeve. When he’s had a hard day of his own, he’s fine with just sitting around and talking about his day (Ace got collared for the umpteenth time, and Trey had to smooth things over with Riddle for him) as you knead his stiff shoulders or offer to do the snack run today. You’re both pretty good at reading the other’s emotions and preparing to comfort the other with their favorite things when the chips are down.

Travel’s not really something Trey’s been too keen on; like a clover, he likes to plant his roots in one place and stick to what he is used to. However, he has a hard time saying no to your pleas to visit new places. He’s tasked with keeping your itinerary and packing (double checking to make sure you haven’t forgotten anything, especially that cute toothbrush he bought for you for last year’s anniversary). Trey makes sure to bake some snacks in advance to save on spending on the road. Perhaps the most memorable trip you’ve taken is all the way to the Rose Queendom to visit the Clovers. You still recall how Trey’s siblings swarmed you, bouncing up and down and clinging to your clothes, demanding to know how terribly sappy their eldest brother is (while his parents tried to shuffle them away). It was an oddly… endearing experience. Trey already treats you like his family, so it’s nice that they’ve also welcomed you with open arms (and lots of goodies to stuff into your luggage case home as souvenirs of Trey’s hometown).

Trey’s not really the type to cuddle or get touchy-feely; he respects your space and lets you have it. At most, he’ll maybe ruffle your hair or press a spare piece of chocolate to your lips to indulge you. If you need a shoulder to lean on or a face to rub against, Trey will accept it with an awkward chuckle. He’s not inquisitive or deeply questioning. He’ll of course intervene with just what you need to hear if he senses that you’re spiraling down a dark path (he knows all about your tendencies to worry and self-blame), but he won’t prod or press you to speak if you aren’t ready for it yet. Trey trusts you to know when you’re okay to talk with him (not to him, with him) about it. And you trust him too, don’t you?

Trey’s no poet, but he likens you to a bunny—how you nibble away at your treats, and how you shrink away from loud things and scary situations. Even your hair kind of makes you look like a rabbit, a tawny color flopping down your shoulders. “I’ll take real good care of you,” Trey promises, once again ruffling your hair—the ‘fur’—of his one and only favorite bunny.

[ladykissingfish]

say each Akatsuki member is walking along with their partner (Deidara with Sasori, Hidan with Kakuzu, etc) coming back from a mission or something. One or both partners are hungry, and they have a little extra money, so they stop at a cafe or something. There’s a sign on the wall advertising some kind of food, like a gigantic 20 pound burger, and the sign says that if you can finish it, your meals are free AND you get free food for a year. which partner is going for it and which one bails?

oh I like this! it kinda reminds me of the show Man vs Food!

Okay let’s see, um:

Sasori and Deidara

With Deidara and Sasori, well, Sasori can’t eat. I think Dei would see the sign and kind of scoff at it, thinking it’s stupid. Sasori, already being annoyed at having to stop so that Deidara could eat, would make some little comment about “It’s not like you could do it anyway, brat.” Which, of course, Deidara is gonna take as a challenge. So he gears up to tackle his gigantic food item or plate of food (let’s say it’s something like, a gigantic sundae. Like a huge mixing bowl filled to the brim with ice cream, chocolate sauce, cherries, sprinkles, nuts, candy pieces, whipped cream, the works). And he has to finish it all in 30 minutes or less to complete the challenge. So he starts off fine, just digging in and going for it, but about twenty spoonfuls in he’s starting to feel … not so good. But he glances over at Sasori who has this smug little smile on his face, and it pushes Deidara to eat even more. But eventually Deidara’s stomach catches up to his stupidity, and at 20 seconds to go he’s pushing back from the table and retching all over the floor. The other patrons are horrified and Sasori is laughing his ass off, the hardest he’s laughed since he became a puppet. They have to pay for the meal and Deidara has to ride home on the back of Hiroku … and he has to jump off every ten minutes or so to puke into the bushes.

Deidara and Tobi/Obito

With Tobi, Deidara comes across a pizza eating challenge. The pizza itself is massive: it covers the entire table and is overlaid with a thick mixture of heavy sauce, literal buckets of cheese, pepperoni, and sausages. This particular challenge is able to be taken on by one or two people. If one person, they have 30 minutes to finish the entire thing. If two, they have 15. Deidara is leery about this after what happened with Sasori, but Tobi manages to convince him that it’ll be fun. So Deidara agrees to give it a go. He gets temporarily distracted when Tobi removes his mask ((Deidara has been his partner long enough to see him without it, but each time it’s still a shock)), but Tobi (in his Obito voice) tells him to focus. Deidara does okay at first; the pizza is really tasty and Dei is hungry. He manages to finish one gigantic slice, then two … and then he hits a wall. His stomach is at bursting point and his hand won’t even move to pick up his next piece. He looks at Tobi thinking he’s probably feeling the same … but Tobi looks just as comfortable as if he’s sipping tea. “You okay, Senpai?” Deidara says he is, but doesn’t think he can eat any more. There’s four more cartoonishly big pieces, and less than 5 minutes on the timer. Tobi says “Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” and proceeds on the last four pieces with a speed and steadfastness that Deidara’s never seen before. He’s in awe as Tobi reaches the last piece, winks at Deidara and downs the entire thing in one gulp, with 30 seconds to spare. The entire pizzeria erupts in applause as the owner brings them out their prize (which really wasn’t that great; two t-shirts and a certificate for a free xtra large pizza), and Tobi slides his mask back over his face. The two leave, walking slowly to accommodate Deidara’s aching belly, and Deidara asks him how he was able to do that. “Don’t you feel sick?” “No; Tobi doesn’t feel anything anymore, Senpai.” Deidara starts to ask him what he means by that, but a sudden drowsiness overcomes him. He wants to stop to rest, but Tobi just gives him a piggyback ride the rest of the way home.

Hidan and Kakuzu

With Hidan and Kakuzu, let’s say the challenge is extra extra EXTRA hot chicken wings. Like with the California reaper pepper-sauce. The challenge is ten wings in ten minutes, and you win free food for a year. Hidan likes spicy food so he figures, why not go for it? For him this is just a fun game, but one look at Kakuzu’s face tells him that the old guy is dead serious about winning. Hidan mentions that he knows Kakuzu hates spicy food, but Kakuzu just tells him to “Shut it, brat,” a determined look on his face. Anyway the timer starts and Hidan takes one bite of the first wing and almost passes out. His competitive spirit makes him finish the one, but his brain tells him there’s no way he’ll be able to handle all of them, much less in ten measly minutes. He looks over at Kakuzu expecting to see the same reaction … and nearly passes out again when he sees the old bastard is HALFWAY THROUGH HIS PLATE. And it’s clearly not easy on him; his face is redder than Hidan’s ever seen it, and tears are streaming down his face … but he finishes. With three minutes to go. Then he turns to the shocked owner and asks if he finishes Hidan’s wings, can he get free food for TWO years. The guy agrees, and Kakuzu quickly devours Hidan’s plate as well. Kakuzu gets his written certificate for two years worth of free meals, and Hidan gives him a piggyback ride home. Halfway there Kakuzu curses because one of his hearts gives out, and he asks Hidan to stop and kill someone so that he can replace it. Hidan does, getting a sacrifice out of the deal, and the two continue home.

Konan, Nagato and Zetsu

Konan and Nagato come across this little diner that offers something called “The Bug Burger” contest. The burger itself is normal sized, but nobody ever finishes it because if it’s contents. The “meat” is made up of a mix of ground up locusts, ants, dung beetles, spiders, and tics, and the smell alone is enough to send anyone to an early grave. Konan won’t allow Nagato to try it; he’s got enough health issues as it is. Konan herself gives it a shot (the prize for finishing is $5,000 and the Akatsuki is low on funds at the moment). She actually makes it about a third of the way in, until she feels a tickling sensation in her mouth. She pulls the foreign object out and sees it’s a spider leg, still twitching. This causes her to lose it and she stays in the bathroom for quite some time, ridding her stomach of the abomination. When she comes out, she’s surprised to see Zetsu at the table, who Nagato contacted. Zetsu asks to take on the burger challenge … and he loves the hell out of it. He devours the whole thing in less than a minute, and is even licking the crumbs off the table. He wins the 5 grand, which he gives to Nagato and Konan for the Akatsuki … and orders 4 more of the burgers “for the road”.

Itachi and Kisame

At an out of the way restaurant the two stop at, they see a sign on the wall called “Masta Of Pasta” challenge. Itachi asks the waitress what it is, and she explains that it’s a contest where one person has 20 minutes to eat a mop-bucket filled with the pasta of their choice. If they win, they get a T-shirt, a (plastic) crown, and $100. Kisame thinks it’s interesting so he agrees to take part. Itachi would like to do it as well, but he knows how delicate his health is, so he leaves it alone. Kisame chooses cheese-filled tortellini in alfredo sauce, and they bring him out the bucket full. The timer starts and Kisame digs in. He’s normally a large eater by nature, and at first he thinks this won’t pose much of a challenge to him. But about halfway through the bucket his stomach starts to grumble and gurgle, the undigested noodles and heavy sauce making their presence felt. He thinks about just giving it up … until he sees Itachi’s face. How earnest, how encouraging, how sweet. He knows how bad Itachi feels about his physical limitations, how much it frustrates him, and thinking that pushes Kisame to finish every last bite, well before the timer goes off. Everyone claps, and the owner brings out brings out the T-shirt, crown, and cash. Kisame promptly pulls the T-shirt over Itachi and puts the crown on his lovely brunette locks, which has the young Uchiha beaming from ear to ear. Kisame then suggests that they take some of his winnings and stop at Itachi’s favorite tea and dango spot on the way home, to which Itachi happily agrees.

Thank you Anon, this was fun to write 😊

[leossmoonn]

thinking about a selfcare date night with matt. we take turn watching our favorite movies. give one another messages. do face masks and eat ice cream!

Screaming into the void.

THE FACE MASKS WITH HIM OMG OKG OMG

You’re painting on a clay mask for him. This man will not stop MOVING. All he wants to do is kiss you and not stay still

“Matt! Stop it! I’m getting it in your beard!”

“So? I wanna kiss you,” he says. “You can kiss me soon, babe. Just please stay still,” you beg.

“Fine,” he frowns.

AAHH AND WHEN HE TRIES TO PAIN THE FACE MASK ON YOUR FACE. He’s good at it, obviously, but he misses your face sometimes and one time he almost poked you in the eye lmao

Omg and the massages!! You two give each other foot massages while watching movies. You then give him a full body massage, def enjoying the sight of his bare back hehe.

Omg and Matt definitely gives the best massages!! He knows all the knots in your body and he applies just the right amount of pressure.

Also like another self care activity would be taking a bubble bath together. It’s so wholesome and probably where Matt gives you the massage. You’re leaning against his back and sitting in his lap. Your head is on his shoulder and your eyes are closed as he rubs your shoulders.

OMG and he washes your body and takes the time to soap you up and he kisses your back and compliments you 😭 I just imagine him like pointing to every thing on your body and saying it’s perfect and that’s it his favorite

UGH and when you two are cuddling on the couch you give him a scalp massage and he almost falls asleep bc it’s so relaxing. STOP AND WHIKE YOURE WAYCHING MOVIES YOU KISS HIS SCARS AND TELL HIM HOW PERFECT HE IS TOO

and ofc he’s like “the scars probably look weird”

And youre like “No, they’re honestly really hot. They fit you and show that you’re a protector of the city”

You got him blushing

AND WHEN YOU TWO MAKE SUNDAES HE SPRAYS WHIPPED CREAM ON TOU AND PUTS SPRINKLES ON YOUR HEAD. AND YOU PUT CHOCOLATE SYRUP ON HIS FACE AND THROW ICE CREAM ONTO HIM TOO. Aka yall have a good fight.

Also I feel like before kids you guys kinda did stuff like this all the time, when you could.

[cafeacademia]

Christmas Coffee

✶ 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✶

Summary: Pietro invites his best friend out for coffee with him and they end up sharing some christmas flavoured coffee while they discuss gift ideas and Tony's annual christmas dance...

Warnings: None, just a little flirting and some humour

Word count: approx 1270

Fluffmas Masterlist

A/N: Hi loves, here's the first fic from me for Fluffmas!! I hope you enjoy this little Pietro fic! Make sure you you check out the fics from my lovely friends who I'm collaborating, all of our Fluffmas fics will be tagged in our masterlists.

“One spiced caramel latte with extra whipped cream, christmas sprinkles and one of those gingerbread people, please.” “With or without icing?” The barista asked as he pointed at the gingerbread men inside of the glass case. Pietro looked at the options, eyes narrowing as if it was a terribly difficult decision and then replied in a decisive tone, “icing please.” What fun was getting a gingerbread man if you weren’t going to get one with icing and little sweets decorating it? Of course, Steve would tell him it was for children, but as far as Pietro was concerned, it was his money and therefore, Steve could fuck off.

“Anything else?” The barista asked. “What would you like Prinţesă?” Pietro asked, leaning over slightly for you to tell him your order. Even though you had told him profusely that you would order by yourself, he knew you were shy and ordering always made you feel a bit on edge. “Um, the christmas cappuccino please.” You mumbled to him, giving in almost immediately because it was a breath of relief that you didn’t have to actually talk to the barista, despite the fact that he seemed like a nice person. “A christmas cappuccino with extra chocolate sprinkles please.” Pietro grinned to himself, rather pleased with the addition of sprinkles to your coffee, knowing you would enjoy the chocolate.

“Here,” Pietro smiled as he slid your coffee across to you, watching as you got comfortable in the large booth seats you had picked out in the far corner of the coffee shop. It was a quiet December day in New York, the snow coming down in heavy drifts and leaving the normally bustling city beneath a blanket of white that hushed the ambience to a quiet whisper. “Do you want to get anything while we’re out?” Pietro asked. You thought about it for a moment as you lifted your coffee to your lips, taking a long sip of the spiced warm drink. “I’d like to get a dress for the Christmas party.” You decided as you lowered the mug, cupping it between your hands and allowing the warmth of your coffee to ebb away the cold that still lingered in your fingertips.

Tony Stark’s Christmas party was decidedly the event of the year and despite being shy around others, you always looked forward to enjoying a day and an evening of celebration with your friends and teammates. Last year was the first year you had convinced everyone to try a secret santa event and while most people had done quite well at gifting things to their respective people, some of them hadn’t understood that they were meant to keep their secret santa a secret. “What about you, Piet?” You asked. The silver haired boy across from you allowed a guilty smile to spread across his lips. “I might've, um, forgotten to buy my secret santa gift.” He chuckled softly to himself. “Pietro! Wanda reminded you like fifty times.” You scolded him, though you were unable to keep the smile from your features. “It was more like eleven times but-.” His pedantic response garnered a raised brow from you and Pietro stopped himself before he could say any more, knowing full well he could get himself into a lot of trouble with his sister if he provoked you enough.

“The point is I’m not sure what else I can buy Stark that he doesn’t have.” Pietro sighed. “That’s simple, Piet.” You told him pointedly as you picked up your coffee to take another sip. “Buy him the one thing he keeps saying he wants but always forgets to buy.” You told him. “New shower gel?” “No!” You giggled, almost choking on your coffee. “A thicker jumper.” And with that, Pietro’s eyes lit up. Why hadn’t he thought of that? Nearly every day at the coffee machine and again in his lab, Tony complained profusely that his jumpers weren’t quite thick enough. “You are brilliant, Prinţesă.” Pietro grinned as he stirred his latte with the overly fancy glass spoon he’d been given.

“Tony said we’re doing a slow dance after presents this year.” You sighed. “Is that a problem?” Pietro asked through a mouthful of his gingerbread man. “Clint and Natasha are going together, Wanda and Steve are going together too-.” “Wanda is going with Steve?” Pietro nearly shot up from his seat. “He’s like five hundred years old!” “He’s closer to one hundred Piet, but Wanda is an adult.” You reminded him, watching as his eyes narrowed into a scowl that surely would have had the Captain quaking if he were at the table with you both. “The point is, everyone has dates and I asked Bucky but he told me ‘doll, I don’t think I can dance well after seventy something years’.” “You asked Bucky?” Pietro frowned, incredulous. “Yes.” “Why didn’t you ask me?” Pietro pouted before taking another bite of his gingerbread person. “Because-.” But you stopped yourself short, embarrassment flooding you and blossoming into warmth beneath your skin. How were you supposed to answer that? I wanted to ask you but you are my intimidatingly handsome best friend and I’m too shy about asking you things like that? Nope, that was never going to work.

“Because what, Prinţesă? You don’t think I can whisk you off your feet? Give you the best dance of your life? Make our Christmas so special you’ll always mention it every year from now?” He asked and while his words were somewhat cocky, he had you melting into a puddle in front of him. “No it’s just,” You sighed, stammering as your fingers gripped the mug in front of you a little harder. “Why would you want to go with me?” You whispered it, so quietly you thought he might not have heard, but Pietro surprised you with his words. “But I’d like to go with you, if you will let me. There is no one else I would rather ask to be my date.” Pietro told you, voice full of sincerity this time, rather than bolstering cockiness.

Even as his words reached you, there was still something that bothered you, something that lingered in the back of your mind and danced on the tip of your tongue. Say it. “What if,” You paused, collecting yourself and hoping you were not about to make a terrible mistake. “What if I don’t want it to just be one night?” You murmured it out, speaking so fast and mumbling it into your coffee, but Pietro heard you just fine, his smile softening as he listened, eyes becoming kind as he realised what you were really feeling under all of that shyness. “Prinţesă,” He reached across the table, gently pushing down your coffee cup until it was placed back on the table, linking his fingers between yours. “A date with you is something I will cherish, I can promise, as long as it is something you want, that it will not be a one time thing. I’ll take you on a real date after Christmas, if you would like.” And while you struggled to get your words collected, fingers gripping his gently, eyes shyly meeting his as he looked you over with the kindest, most loving looks you might have ever received from him, you realised that Pietro was being the most sincere with you he had ever been. “I would love that, Piet.”

And with that Pietro gave you a lopsided grin, one that made your knees weak and eyes soft and dreamy as you looked up at him. “Now, finish your coffee Prinţesă, I think we need to go dress shopping, no?” He asked, fully intending on spoiling his princess.

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[marauderundercover]

Ice Cream Weekends

Hi, this is just fluff. Pure fluff and nothing else. (Reverse Robins and Bio!dad Bruce)

Ages: Damian (23) Marinette (21) Tim (16) Jason (14) Dick (9)

“Dad, we’ll be fine. It’s one weekend. We’re not helpless.” Marinette reassures her dad, practically pushing him out the door. If he cancelled another trip with Selina, she’d be pissed. And a pissed off Selina means that the wedding is gonna be pushed back and Marinette was not about to let that happen. Not again.

“Are you sure you and Damian can handle the others? And you’re sure I don’t need someone to fill in for Alfred?” He asks, obviously trying to find a reason to stay. Marinette huffs, crossing her arms as she glares up at her dad.

“Are you forgetting that I basically grew up in a French bakery before coming to live with you? Seriously?” She points out, smirking at the resigned look on his face.

“It’s the first time I’ve left Dick alone.” He says softly. She glances behind her, where Dick was currently chasing Jason in an attempt to get him to play tag. Her youngest brother was sweet, and despite the incident at the circus, seemed to be adjusting okay.

“I know. But he’s gonna be fine. I promise.” She says.

“Call me or Selina if you guys need anything. And I mean anything.” He says. She agrees, and waves as he gets into the car. Yeah, she’ll call them. When hell freezes over. She was not about to be the one to ruin their romantic weekend. If they really needed them, she’d make Damian call. He didn’t care about possibly ruining a romantic weekend. Locking the door, she turns and whistles, grinning as her youngest brother runs right to her, standing at attention. The other two trail behind him, neither looking excited.

“Okay men, we have an entire weekend without Dad. Do you know what that means?” She asks, posing to try and mimic a general.

“Ice cream for dinner!” Dick cheers, jumping up and down. Marinette grins.

“Right you are, soldier! What else?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow at Tim.

“No sleep?” He asks, finally smiling.

“Like that’s any different for you.” Jason mumbles with crossed arms.

“Good job boys. And what’s the last thing?” She asks, grinning as they all look confused. Perfect. “Nobody tells Dad!” She cheers, laughing as Dick whoops and starts running in circles.

“Or, you could be responsible like you told Father you would be. Actually make them eat dinner and sleep. Two things that are important for their health.” Damian drawls, walking into the room with his arms crossed. Marinette rolls her eyes.

“Or, you could stop being such a buzzkill.” She suggests. He scowls.

“I am not a buzzkill. I am, however, taking Father’s instructions seriously. Grayson and Todd are both supposed to be in bed no later than eleven.” He says.

“That’s not fair! What about-” Jason argues, clearly about to mention patrol, something he knew he wasn't supposed to mention around Dick. It was bad enough that Jason and Tim had taken up the mantle of Robin at 12. Dick would not be allowed out of the house in costume for several years. No way.

“Father said that Drake and I will handle it. You, Marinette and Grayson will remain here.” Damian says in a no-nonsense tone.

“Come on guys, we’re supposed to be having fun! Dad and Alfred are gone, it’s okay to just relax.” Marinette insists, letting Dick grab her hand as she starts towards the kitchen. “Dick and I are going to make gigantic ice cream sundaes and eat until we get sick. You losers can either join us, or go eat some stupid dinner that Damian buys because I’m not cooking tonight.” She adds, laughing as Dick cheers.

“Yeah losers! Mari and I are the best!” He yells, practically vibrating in excitement. Marinette grins. This was going to be the best weekend ever. Walking into the kitchen, she grabs the stack of special bowls she had bought specifically for this weekend. They were huge, perfect for giant ice cream sundaes and she’d gotten one for each of her siblings. She figured Jason would trail in eventually, if only to get away from Damian. She loved her brothers, truly she did. But every time he had to wear the cowl, Damian got cranky. It was annoying. She may find his uniform as Red Bird disgusting, but he was always more relaxed as his own persona. Pulling out several different types of ice cream and all of the toppings she could find, Marinette grins at the completely covered counter.

“Okay kiddo, how’re we doing this?” She asks, completely prepared to watch her youngest brother slip into a sugar coma.

“Can I have anything?” He asks, eyes wide as he takes everything in.

“Of course.” She says.

“Then I want chocolate ice cream and cookies n cream ice cream and cookie dough ice cream and fruity pebbles ice cream and the peanut butter cup ice cream with hot fudge and marshmallows and caramel and gummy bears and m&ms and whipped cream and a cherry and, oh! Sprinkles! Lots and lots of sprinkles!” He lists off all in one breath. Marinette blinks at him before nodding and beginning to scoop ice cream.

“It’s your sundae, kid.” She says, trying to ignore the nagging thought (that sounds an awful lot like Damian) that this was a horrible idea. She wasn’t going to listen, because that would mean admitting defeat and Dick would probably be upset. So hopefully nothing too bad happens.

“What the hell?” Jason asks, walking in. Marinette frowns.

“Language, Jay.” She reminds him, nodding towards Dick. He rolls his eyes, ruffling Dick’s hair before grabbing a handful of gummy bears.

“Is all that ice cream for him?” He asks, pointing at the huge bowl that she was currently drowning in toppings.

“Yup. Told you guys we’re going to eat ourselves into sugar comas.” She says, passing her little brother his sundae before starting on (a smaller) one for herself.

“Think you can get me a couple scoops of strawberry?” Jason asks after a pause. She looks over at him and grins.

“I thought you’d never ask.” She teases, switching over to getting his ice cream. She glances over at Dick, eyes widening when she sees the huge dent he’s already made in his ice cream. “Hey, slow down kiddo. You’re gonna get a brain freeze.” She says. He nods, but continues shoveling the ice cream in at an alarming rate. Marinette passes Jason his ice cream while sliding a glass of water to Dick. He frowns at it.

“What’s that for?” He asks with a pout as he hugs his ice cream bowl closer.

“It’s so you can slow down. I don’t actually want you in a sugar coma, buddy.” She says softly, he sighs, but still takes a long drink of water. Finishing up the toppings on her sundae, Marinette grins as Tim walks in.

“Does your offer of ice cream for dinner still stand?” He asks, holding a cup of what she knows to be coffee. She hums, turning to the freezer and grabbing the one ice cream she hadn’t offered to Dick.

“Is your favorite flavor still ‘Coffee Bean Blast’ from Trader Joe’s?” She asks, holding the container. Tim nods with a grin, watching as she gets him several large scoops.

“Thanks Mars.” He says, taking the bowl from her and adding his toppings. Hot fudge and chocolate covered espresso beans. She starts putting away the toppings and ice cream so that they won’t melt, knowing the chances of Damian joining them were slim. He’d never really acted like a kid. Not as long as she’d known him. And since he’s Batman for the weekend, he’d be even less likely to do anything fun. Just as she’s closing the last ice cream container, the kitchen door swings open again.

“I think it may be beneficial for our….bond as siblings, if I were to participate in this ice cream for dinner experiment.” Damian says, his face serious as he walks in. Marinette raises an eyebrow in surprise, but grins at her brother.

“What flavor?” She asks. This was going to be the best weekend ever.

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Bonus: “I blame you for giving him so much sugar!” Damian yells, stacking a smaller stepladder onto their tallest ladder.

“How was I supposed to know the kid would be able to get up onto the chandeliers?” Marinette counters, sticking mattresses underneath where Dick was hanging precariously, a large grin on his ice-cream covered face. Maybe next time she shouldn’t let him have so much ice cream.

@maribat-bdbwm

[drarrily-we-row-along]

First Sentences

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

Thank you @april-thelightfury115 and @steampunkserpent27 for tagging me to do this! So much fun!

1. February 18: Proposal: "Do you really think now is the time?" Harry whispered, giggling as they tripped over each other on their way down the beach, away from all of the people congratulating Ginny and Blaise on their engagement.

2. February 17: Holding Hands: "Gentlemen! That is enough!" McGonagall shouted, but Harry could barely hear her through the rage rushing through his body.

3. Written for this gorgeous art by @pato-roldnart : Harry was nervous.

4. Pink (a Microfic): The sun’s just coming up over the ocean, painting your pale skin in bright pinks and reds as you sleep on the blanket we’d laid out the night before.

5. February 16: Butterflies: "Harry?" Scorpius asked around a lick of his strawberry ice cream with hot fudge, sprinkles, and whipped cream.

6. February 15: Darling: "Another drink, darling?" Draco asked, twirling as he stood and Harry gritted his teeth.

7. Flood (a Microfic): The disapproving letters start as a trickle but by ten, it’s a veritable flood of letters.

8. February 14: Love Letters: Dear Harry, You don't get to be mad at me for being who I am.

9. February 13: First Kiss: Harry loved kissing. He loved the heady give and take, loved the way it felt to make someone desperate and needy, a willing putty in his hands, just from the way his mouth moved over theirs.

10. February 12: Waking Up Together: Harry groaned as he came awake, rolling toward his nightstand where he normally kept a pepper up potion and a hang over potion at the ready.

11. February 11: My Heart: Harry was the one that had really wanted to be parents.

12. February 10: Mixtape: Draco hadn't been keen on the idea of taking a road trip across the States for a vacation with Harry.

13. February 9: Cuddling “And then,” Harry continued, enjoying the way Draco's ankle curled around his in silent support under the table, "then the stupid thing threw up all over me!"

14. February 8: Chocolate "Chocolate?" Draco said incredulously. "You want to try to woo Harry Potter, savior of the Wizarding world, with confections?"

15. February 7: Baby When they first started dating, Draco was careful not to give Harry nicknames.

16. Day 153.3: Painting (Part 3): Living with Draco Malfoy was exactly like living alone for the first week or so after he moved in with Harry.

17. February 6: Crush: It was more than just a crush, Harry realized as he stared at the naked body laid out on the bed beneath the skylight, the moon illuminating his pale body and turning him ethereal.

18. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas (Part 25): "Are you missing being at your dad's for the Christmas Eve party?" Harry asked softly as he held Draco in his arms and swayed him around the living room to the soft Christmas music playing through the wireless.

19. February 5: Texting: Draco's mobile started buzzing about two seconds after he got home.

20. February 4: Dearest: My Dearest Harry, I am so sorry. I know that I hurt you and I know that these words are not enough.

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I bolded my favorite <3

As a rule, my openers are dialogue or short little attention grabbers. It's something that Tumblr taught me, actually, that my fics get read more often (or at least which fics get commented/liked/reblogged most often) are the ones that follow this sort of formula.

But I am naturally more inclined to longer, more evocative openings (like Crush, Cuddling, Proposal, or Pink).

Thanks again for the tags, friends! tagging @tackytigerfic, @phoebe-delia, @drarrywords, @softlystarstruck, @nv-md, @cupofsquirrelfan, @orange-peony, @the-starryknight, @bubble-gumhead, and anyone else I've missed who'd like to participate!