#lunch box cake

[lustingfood]

LUNCH BOX CAKES (via Delicious Bakez)

[d-81u]

I made it at school👀

[theloveinc]

omg.. deku getting a belly bc of ur food wahh <33 listen i cannot cook like AT ALL even tho i try so hard grr anyways thinking abt being married to him and slowly making progress in your cooking that when he starts getting his tummy you have this sudden realization that you've gotten sm better and it makes you so motivated to cook more and experiment and try different recipes and deku is like "? where did this come from?" but doesn't complain bc he gets to eat more of your delicious food and gets to see you happy <33333333

YES this is exactly it... and it's not like I don't think Deku can cook, it's just... he doesn't have time all that much to really do anything more than throw something random together if he's alone and needs to eat.

So I can imagine the whole thing starts when you use your interest in cooking to begin making bentos and lunch boxes for him to have at work instead of going out all the time or simply just starving (can you imagine, before all this, maybe even when you're still dating, the little dip he gets in his abdomen from a hollow stomach. You're all freaked out because he's not eating enough and hasn't been and he's just *shrug :)* lmaooo)... and eventually it just escalates into you including whole tupperwares of new things that you've made for him to try that he can never say no to🥺

WHICH NOT ONLY LEADS TO your happiness and his improved health, but also a nice bulky lil belly for you to caress when you're both in bed👅 head on his chest hand on his soft and hairy tummy while you fall asleep, I yam going to CRY.

[m4movies]

BENTO TIME

[twilightarcade]

anyway I got curry yesterday and it fucked

[lewisinho]

it is raining, my head hurts and the only things saving me are my matcha latte and a double portion of ube ice cream

[dearrosaceae]

I wanna live in a small, cottagecore-esque apartment and bake lunch box cakes like these all the time. 😩🩷

That's living.

[emeraldfolk]

"There was a musical box that emitted a faintly sinister, tinkling tune when wound, and they all found themselves becoming curiously weak and sleepy until Ginny had the sense to slam the lid shut; also a heavy locket that none of them could open..."

—J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

[lesbianuhaulindustrialcomplex]

my girlfriend's birthday mukbang and birthday "cake." NEARLY ALL OF THIS FOOD WAS FREE FOR HER BIRTHDAY WITH REWARDS!!

[seraphiism]

bitches will look at giorno giovanna and be like 'wow he's kind . he's a little murderous, a little apeshit sometimes' and think 'thts a whole baby boy right there.' its me im bitches

[shatterthefragments]

Not to be like “watch the ducks (not pictured), geese, and seagulls by the water maybe it’ll fix you but 👀

However I Fear the geese and need to eat a snack and not have the seagulls take my food. So. I sit in the car.

ADDING THE DUCKS

[alphapowerbear]

Recipe for English Flapjack a recipe in English. cakes made with brown sugar, oats, and raisins. Delicious and very simple to make. Also great for lunchboxes. 1/2 cup packed brown sugar, 4 tablespoons golden syrup or corn syrup, 1/2 cup butter or margarine, 3 cups rolled oats, 1/4 cup raisins

[evilminji]

You know how... world leaders can't just? SAY stuff? Because when they DO it's the Offical Stance(tm) of their Country?

That makes their Fuck Ups(tm) all the more serious. It's WHY they have press teams.

But!!!

WHAT IF?

They said something, PUBLICLY, on LIVE TELEVISION, that? Can not be taken back? Full on "masks off, behold the horrors you have payed for" moment?

Sure, they could SAY "that wasn't me" and "I was brainwashed" etc etc. But? If it's BIG enough? UGLY enough? TRUE??? People WILL find it. Dig and dig and dig like termites in the walls. Hunt like bloodhounds.

Riot in the streets.

Because? All it would TAKE? Is ONE half ghost, a few too many long nights trying to balance college classes and his internship, a bigotry filled call from back home, and staring down that empty fridge with just one box of moldering take out, because he's been too busy and stressed to remember to get GROCERIES AND-

Ah.

So this is what "so stressed you feel calm, I have run out of Fucks too give" feels like. Neat. *picks up phone* Hey, Sam? You still at that protest? Outside the presidential speech? Neat. Don't move.

One Phone Line Express later. SAM is telling him to breathe. Maybe... maybe calm down. Think about this. Others around her can see the same "spark of madness" glint in his almost zen like smile.

It Fiiiiine, Sam.

He's just here to Talk.

He disappears. Sam's freaking out. President stumbles but catches himself on the way to the mike. Up in the watch tower, various Magic users choke on their lunches, because a ghost just possessed the United States President.

ON LIVE TELEVISION.

He taps the Mike, smile, leans in real close like he's gonna Tell You Folks A Secret.... Aaaaand~

"The second you Die, you no longer have human rights. Doesn't matter how brief. Heart stops? You're sub-human scum! Non-sentient by American law. We here in the United Stares PROUDLY desecrate the bodies and graves of the dead. Tear apart the immortal souls of the innocent. And condemn you to oblivion crying, begging, and screaming for mercy! Why, obviously, is an act. Because souls don't have the RIGHT to feel fear or pain!

And YES. We do mean EVERYONE'S. Atlantian, Kryptonian, Martian. Canadian, Mexican, Russian, AND Chinese! I could keep going! Once you die? You belong to the United States to experiment on as we see fit! You're PROPERT now! So turn your nonrights having, nonsentient self in to the nearest GIW! For the good of AMERICA. Ectoplasmic Scum!"

*drops mic*

Jaws are on the floor. This was VETERANS DAY. Dead military Heros and smile for the cameras. A cake walk. Do a patriotism, rah rah. There.... there are DIPLOMATS in the crowd. Sure as SHIT, were more then a few foreign nationals WATCHING. Religious leaders looking on in fury, grief, and horror.

Reporters. Oh sweet Jesus the reporters.

The press secretary faints.

PANDEMONIUM. The president, still dazed and confused from being possessed, gets PUNCHED on live television be his VP, a deeply religious if moderately shady man. Take bribes? VP is cool with that. Bootstraps, peasants, and all that. But how DARE you fuck with the Souls of the dead. How DARE you!

Phones are blowing up, questions are being shouted, the JLA Dark FEEL like they should tell somebody about the ghost kid... but also this feels VERY "Call for help-y" so they might throw their weight around instead and pretend they know nothing. World leader are meaningfully staring at their Dear Beloved Dead Grandmother's photos as they send LIVID assistants to hound the American into answering the DAMN PHONE-!

And Danny?

Danny feels calmer now. He has stolen like....700 bucks from secret security's various wallets. He's going to buy himself BOUGIE groceries. Some...some NICE take out. Maybe a little cake. Yeah~ Cake for Danny~

If anyone needs him? No you don't. He needs to go do some shopping, eat, lie on the floor of his shower and just... vibe for a bit under the spray. In the dark maybe. Sleep for a week. Have his food. Yummy little treats.

Or he's gonna fuckin LOSE IT, man.

(Tucker is actively hacking his college schedule as they speak. He KNEW it. Called it! Too many classes! But does Mr "I can handle it" listen? Noooooooo! Now look what happened! Holy SHIT, Danny!)

@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

A Day in Life

Synopsis: A day in the life of Jason Todd. Also, he's a househusband now. Oh, and a little plot twist.

Pairing: Househusband!Jason Todd X Gn!Reader; Platonic!Batfam

Tw: Canon level angst for Jason; Some sexual innuendos; Writer apparently doesn't know how to finish a story anymore; This is pretty slice-of-life so maybe boring?; English is not my first language.

Word count: 3,8k

Requested? No.

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Wake up, make out, get up. First steps of your everyday routine. Sometimes making out turns into something more, but not today.

From his past life, as Robin, Jason learned a lot about discipline. As much as he tried to forget everything and everyone from his past before you, some habits die hard, although with time, with you and with therapy, he accepted that not all of his experience was bad or should be thrown away just because of one sociopathic clown who hurt him. Yes, Jason died, came back angry and did a lot of shit. But he was still alive and this could be a second chance.

While you, his darling spouse, get ready for work, Jason gets up, puts on his apron, fills the dog bowl for Daphne — your little brown dachshund that you adopted together four months after getting married —, opens the doors to the garden, so the dog can do whatever, and finally starts making breakfast and lunch. Breakfast so you two can eat together and lunch for you to eat at work. Sometimes you both meet up and eat together at your office or a restaurant. Today, that's not the case.

Simple yogurt with fresh fruits and nuts, coupled with a slice of chocolate cake he baked the day prior, eggs, toast and coffee for breakfast. As for your lunch box, a natural sandwich, salad, fruits and juice. He also fills up your two liter water bottle, so you feel pressured have no excuse but to stay hydrated.

Food. Until he was 12 his relationship with food was complicated, to stay the least. At first, his beloved but troubled mom would be in no condition to cook him three or more nice and fulfilling meals a day for a growing boy, he either had to learn and make do with quick instant food, eggs and old bread, or starve, since money was something he only saw when it was being handled to her drug dealer. His father was even worse. Jason loved his mom. Still suffers for her. He hated his father who was the one making her addiction worse. He’s still happy he died.

Living on the streets, food was a dream. A bad dream. It either came from trash or he had to do things that made him feel humiliated and guilty just to get some. And it was gone in a flash, he was so hungry he devoured it all in a second, and then his belly hurt.

Then he came. Jason loved his new father. Loved his new grandfather. Loved their food. So healthy, abundant and full of taste. So fun to prepare. He learned a lot from Alfred because he loved to spend time with him, play with the ingredients and make everyone and himself happy with the results.

But then he had those memories wiped out of his mind, (un)fortunately they came back, but at that time food was in the back of his mind. Sure, he didn't have to worry about starving, crime paid more than enough for that, but he didn't put much thought into any of it.

Now, with you, he's making new memories with food. He cooked and baked a lot with you and for you throughout all your relationship, and you did the same for him. He loves his kitchen, just like the rest of your house. The pantry and fridge are always full thanks to you. You take good care of him. You make his trust in you be worth it. And he reciprocates it. Healthy and nice food that brings comfort and makes you roll your eyes. Especially after he started frequenting cooking classes as a hobby, again, thanks to you.

After you are gone with a full belly and a pet in the ass (just like him, honestly), he continues his routine. He changes clothes and goes to the gym. Jason never stopped exercising, but the lack of all the activity vigilantism entails and with all the treats you two have, he started getting more soft. You loved it, he hated it. — Okay he didn't hate it, he just wasn't the most happy with it. Roy thought it was kinda funny, until Jason pointed out he also got softer after Lian. You honestly couldn't see why all that softness they were talking about was so bad since they were still very muscular and defined, just less dry and more snuggly. You honestly thought your Jaybird could go even further. — So the addiction of yoga to his routine happened.

After that, he goes straight home, eats, showers, takes care of his appearance to keep looking like a proper hubby that you can shove on your bitter frenemies faces, and makes sure to keep the maintenance of the house, so you can come back tired from work and enjoy a perfect house to rest on.

Hygiene. Another things that was complicated with his biological family. His father wouldn't touch a single plate or broom, and would beat and scream at his mom if she didn't put her high (again, because of him) ass up and did the labor. Most often than not, their house was messy, had a bad smell that his little nose was so used to that it's not like he minded, and had insects around. His clothes were dirty hand-me-downs, some fit him, some didn't, a lot of them had holes. His hair tangled and itchy.

When he went to the streets, it just got worse.

Bruce and Alfred fixed that. He finally learned what stink was because he only knew good and neutral scents. His clothes fit him. Everything around him was clean and well-kept. No holes, no stains. Hair always trimmed, soft and clean. Well maintained.

When he came back, cleanliness was basic. Of course he is gonna keep everything around him clean. Habit and common sense, you know? Clothes his size because why the hell would he use hand-me-downs when he can just buy his own? And they had to be the right size for his new 6’2 and almost 200 lbs body. Hair? Whatever. Always washed but as long as it didn't look ridiculous he didn't have time to put much thought on his appearance. He was genuinely surprised you were attracted to him at first sight.

Being with you, he learned to enjoy the little things in life again. Sometimes he finds himself unmoving in front of a random room of the house, or in front of the mirror, trying to grasp if it's all real, If this is really his life, if that's how he looks. His mind flashes memories of his childhood home and his current home. He ignores the memories of the manor not only because of the betrayal he felt for Bruce, but also because the manor was from the Wayne's. He was a Wayne. He is not anymore. This is him. His new house, with you, is what he wished he had growing up. What he always dreamed of. Love. Company. And comfort. He felt all of that while being a Wayne, until he despised the Wayne's. Not the couple that died decades ago or the centuries old descendants. But his father and his siblings.

On days where he doesn't take care of the house, he practices his hobbies. He now has time to do it all, surprising you, his therapist, Roy, and himself, he did cooking, gardening, pottery, crocheting and of course, reading. You paid for all his classes, praised him on his achievements, added his creations to the decor of the house, accompanied him on any event or place related to his interests, gave him his own library in one of the rooms in the house. He even made some friends between middle-aged women and the only other househusband and stay-a-home dad that frequented those places.

It was very funny and cute seeing rough, huge, leather jacket wearing and scarred Jason Todd telling jokes to 50-year-old white moms/grandmas and sometimes even babysitting their kids, pets and plants. You knew he could be a good dad one day if you decided to have kids. He was also more than happy to have just you, Daphne and good friends. And plants.

Warmth. When he was a kid his parents broke the heater during a fight, he wondered if they didn't have money to fix it, even with his father's activities, or if his father just refused to fix it. Anyhow, it was always cold in Gotham, freezing on winter, his dirty clothes with holes didn't help much. The streets didn't seem much different in that aspect. The manor kept him warm when he wasn't seven feet under the dirt, in a casket. When he came back, Jason always wore the warmest of clothes, even while sweating, he didn't know why. Now he did. Your house is always warm. Your body is always warm. Comfort. Your love gave him comfort. Warmth. A reason to live.

Love. His mom. Bruce and Alfred. You.

After he was done and rested for a little, Jason took Daphne for a walk in the way to the grocery shop. He wanted to try a new receipt you saw on tiktok today for dinner and had to get more flour and something for the filling.

After a few minutes of walking on his perfectly nice looking and safe neighborhood — nothing like crime alley. The type of neighborhood he saw on the television and imagined those other happy kids his age living and envied them. Dreamed of being adopted into one of their families while jumping from orphanage to orphanage. It never happened. He just got more abused. And then the manor was so isolated that you could only see mansions and plants all around. So big and far away that they looked empty of life. — he got there and strapped the dog to a post, next to a smiley golden retriever.

He got in and- fuck it, I'm going home. The empanadas can wait another day.

— Jason? Oh my god. Jason! Is that you?! — The infuriatingly familiar loud voice calls out from the middle of the shop and all heads turn to look. Shit, he can't go now without embarrassing himself in front of the cashier of his favorite and most visited shop. So he just nods, takes a basket and walks as if there was nothing interesting happening. It worked with the others costumers, unfortunately, Dick thought it was way too interesting and forgot his own basket that only contained eggs and cereal, and started following him around, this time, with a less surprised tone.

— Hey, Dick. — Jason idly muttered, that just made his coff coff brother indignant.

— Hey, Dick?! What the hell? Where were you? It's been three years! We thought you were dead! Or kidnapped! We never stopped looking for you! We were worried! We mourned! What happened? — Was it bad that Jason didn't want to give him a real answer? Probably. Especially with how much his therapist, who he saw on the days he didn't go to the gym, told him he should try to mend things with his family. So much so that he started actually contemplating it recently. But if he did it, it was going to be on his own time. Not by bumping into them in the grocery store. Oh, well. Jason was always good at adapting. The best.

And wow, three years had passed? Makes sense. Recovery does take time and he's been really happy for a while. Jason still remembers the day he decided to quit everything. It was the same day he decided you were the one, truthfully he always knew you were marriage material, the perfect one for him, out of his league, straight out of his most amazing dreams, peak goal for him, but he wasn't sure if he deserved to be the one you should be stuck with forever. He desperately wanted to, but he had to commit. Ride or die. He loved you, now more than ever, and didn't want to waste your time. He was still a bit messy at the time, but you made it all better, he was a lot better than he was before you came into the picture. You were the right choice. Jason always took you seriously, he was just insecure. So, while still in around eight months of relationship, he quit everything.

He quit his family. He quit vigilantism. He searched for recovery. And a year and a half later, with a little more than two years of dating, he made the big proposal. You married on your three-year anniversary. Got Daphne four months later. It's been around three or four months ever since.

While Dick’s math might not be exact, it is not necessary in this context, the point came across just fine.

He also knew that the fact that you both decided to not leave Gotham was going to bite him in the ass one day. One way or another.

— What happened? Oh, well. I retired. Got married. And now I'm a dad. — Daphne was like a daughter to him, so it was the same, right?

His nonchalant reply didn't seem to satisfy the other, though. Todd could see it, the urge to strangle him in his eyes. Dick wouldn't strangle his dead missing little brother, would he?

— You… You what? — Dick was in disbelief.

— You guys searched for me? Thanks, I guess? It means a lot. — Jason just sniffed and went on his way, leaving Grayson behind, paralyzed.

Maybe he could be fast enough and get out of there before the older one got a grasp of his senses back and followed him out. Part of him felt hope, the other heard yours and his therapist voices in his head, and the nagging was annoying. Maybe he never stopped being a “grump”, like you always amusedly said.

Oh, no. Here he comes again. Jason suppresses an eye-roll.

— Stop. Can you really explain? — The mix of emotions was almost overwhelming, an urge to cry, punch a wall, punch Jason's face, scream and who knows what more was running through Dick's body.

Jason sighed and finally addressed him completely. Tone lower so no one could hear.

— Okay. I met someone… Someone good. Someone special. A civilian. I was tired of everything. So I decided to retire and made sure none of you could find me. I'm surprised Roy and Lian kept the secret from you, though. Anyway. Now I'm a stay-at-home hubby, have a dog and go to therapy. You happy? — A beat of silence. — Hey, don't make that face… I was going to tell you guys eventually… When I felt like it… It's not like you guys saw me a lot. How much time did it take for you all to miss me? I made an appearance once in a while when someone asked for help and that's it. Alfred knew everything so if you’re gonna be mad at anyone, be at him too, not just me… And Roy. Don't forget Roy.

— A-Are you kidding me? Oh, yes, blame the butler! You couldn't even tell us? Like “hey guys, I'm gonna retire and take some time for myself for a while. Also, come to my wedding!” I wanted to be invited, you know?! Why didn't you invite me? Did you at least invite Alfred? Did- — Jason rolled his eyes and cut his rant.

— Yes, Alfred was there. Front row and everything. — Dick shrieked.

— T-That’s not the point! — His voice raised slightly from exasperation and both of them checked around for anyone's attention, then came back to the conversation.

Jason raised a hand to interrupt him and took a deep breath.

— Look. I wasn't in a nice place at the time, okay? I'm better now… And I was going to talk to you guys sooner rather than later… — Jason let a moment of vulnerability shine, hoping that would melt his brother's heart and fix things. It did. — We will have a second wedding when we renovate our vows in our 5th anniversary. You can be there… Everyone can be there. — Jason cleared his throat to interrupt the other again. — But now I have to get home in time to make dinner for my honeyboo, so why don't we… Stay in contact and… One of those days everyone can have dinner together and catch up, huh?

Dick took one of the deepest breaths of his whole life. Jason pursed his lips.

— Okay… — He stuck a finger in his face roughly. — But don't disappear again. Or else I promise I’m gonna personally make everyone track you down, understood? — Jason snorted. As if Tim and Bruce wouldn't do it already once they knew everything. As if Bruce didn't secretly keep track of him this whole time. Unless… Unless everyone changed and he didn't know his… His family anymore.

Why did it make him feel weird?

— Yes, boss. — Jason saluted him and left.

— Relax… — You elongated the word. — Nothing bad it's gonna happen… — You went behind Jason and tried rubbing his broad shoulders to chase the tenseness away. The sight and feel of his muscles almost made you drool, and you blinked to focus again.

— How do you know? — You pursed your lips and went to his side to try to make him take his eyes off of cleaning the countertop for the 4th time due to anxiety.

— Because they love you. And they care about you. And they miss you. — Jason deadpanned you. — Just give it a chance. If anything goes wrong, we will just kick them out and you never have to talk to them, ever again. We can even move if you want. Or go on a vacation to the same place we had our honeymoon, I can wear that skimpy piece you like… Spoil you rotten… — Your voice lowered seductively and you pressed your body to his side, running your hand up and down his arms with some pressure.

Jason’s mind went blank and he was speechless for a few seconds. Your eyebrows raised with a small, convincing smile that made all his worries go away. He sighed.

— Okay… Okay, you’re right… — He leaned down and sneaked an arm around your waist. You both shared a slow and wet kiss, bordering between sensual and calming. Unfortunately, he had to wait a few hours before having some action. He pulled his face away a few centimeters, looking you in the eyes. — I thought I had ripped that thing. — You blinked.

— You just might have. But I bought another one because I looked too good on it not to wear it again. — You shared a chuckle when the doorbell rang. You both looked at the door, then at each other. — Want me to get it? — You ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm the last of his nerves. Jason swallowed.

— No. Have to get it over with. — He took a deep breath and then let out. Pulling away from your embrace. — Put the juice on the table for me, please? — You hummed and nodded.

Without giving a second thought, he walked in long strides and abruptly opened the door.

It was like that scene in Avengers: End Game when on one side there was just Captain America against the whole Thanos's army, just staring at each other.

— Are you wearing an apron? — Damian snarked with an eyebrow raised. Jason looked down. Yes, he was. Good start.

— Take your shoes off, there’s other shoes for you all there. And here I was having hope that at fifteen you wouldn't be a demon anymore. — Jason said sarcastically and gave them space to enter.

As soon as they got in the neighborhood they were all already skeptical. If you were the only one working, how much do you earn to live in such a nice area and with this nice house? They could even see a pool in the backyard and there were TWO expensive cars in the driveway. Jason said he quit all of the crime lord thing, did he keep the savings? Did he invest?

The little dog came running and barking, taking their attention away from the house and their shoes, Damian immediately crouched to pet her. Jason let a side of his lips go up. At least that hasn't changed.

— Her name is Daphne. — Jason spoke over the cooing of Duke and Cass at the dog. He locked eyes with Bruce who had an unreadable expression on his face. He looked older, Jason didn't know how to feel about that. Then gazed at Dick, who had a shit eating grin, Alfred, whose satisfied smile warmed his heart, and Tim, who was analyzing the space while changing shoes.

— Nice place. So, what does your partner do? — Are they committing fraud? — You appeared from the corner and replied for him.

— I direct the Queen Industries’s Gotham’s office. — You answered softly with a polite smile, stopping besides Jason, who wrapped an arm around you. Everyone's gaze turning on you made you feel shy, but you held on with confidence.

— Oh, wow, so Jason really is a malewife. — Your eyes widened in surprised and you couldn't hold back a laugh. Jason let a small smile graze his lips, coaxing the easiness out of him.

— I offered to pay cleaning and cooking service, but he wanted to do things himself. — You say, a little afraid they would get angry at you for “slavering” their Jason.

— Did you buy those cars outside? — Wow, Tim really was as skeptical as Jason had said.

— Hmhmm. — You nodded simply, as if it was nothing.

Jason's siblings raised their eyebrows and Bruce cleared his throat, and took a step forward, feet clad in fluffy slippers. He offered a hand and presented himself politely to you. You wondered how much of that was his persona and how much was just a father meeting his son's partner.

While giving them a tour of the house, the family — aside from Alfred who already knew it all — observed the details, happy memories in the form of pictures of trips, your marriage, birthdays, anniversaries, Daphne's growing stages, spontaneous moments that just deserved to be eternalized, trinkets, handmade pots, plants, Daphne’s toys, and the decor that was just a mix of you both. No guns in the walls, no corpses buried in the backyard, no blood stains. The only signals that it was their Jason living here and not a clone were the books, pictures and hidden security measures. 

It was… Good. Peaceful. Clearly the change in scenario helped him. It hurt them a little, some more than others, that it took him cutting them off for him to start healing, although, maybe opening up this new side of him for them meant that it wasn't just that. And it wasn't. The fault didn't fall completely on them. Nor on Jason. And one person, you, can't be the solution for all global crisis. Mental health is complex. Trauma is complicated. Past can't be changed, but the future can. 

That night, everyone enjoyed Jason's cooking, Daphne and the new future.

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[wandering-aloneo-o]

today durring lunch i had an empty box, so what did i do?

i spent the entire lunch time with a box over my head, and my friends led me up and down stairs and hallways.

it was very entertaining lol

[ariestrxsh]

⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, innocence corruption, eating pussy, fingering, use of vibrator, praise, almost getting caught

📝 author's note: 📝 this is part two of show me how. sorry it took me a month to put it out. here is part one. 💖 thank you and enjoy.

✍️ Summary: ✍️ After confiding in Matt, your best friend, about the weird sensation you've been feeling down there, he buys you something to help with it for your birthday.

show me how part two

A few weeks had passed after your best friend Matt had shown you how to touch yourself, and ever since, it had become a nightly ritual. You'd lie awake in your bed in the dark, your fingers exploring yourself the way Matt had taught you while you bit down on the sleeve of your sweater, desperately trying to keep your new favorite activity a secret.

Every time you rubbed your clit in slow circles, your mind was overwhelmed with thoughts of Matt, his smile, his eyes, his fingers.. And he was such a good teacher. You secretly wanted him to teach you even more about your body, but you couldn't find a way to slip it into casual conversation.

"What do you want for your birthday?" Matt asked you one day while the two of you were having lunch together. You looked up at him with your big, innocent eyes and nibbled on your bottom lip. "I know what I want, but I'm too nervous to say," you replied hesitantly.

"Come here. Come sit on my lap and whisper it in my ear, princess. You don't ever have to be nervous around me," Matt cooed, reaching for you. You sat on his knee and leaned in, "I want you to teach me more ways to make myself feel good," you told him quietly. "I love the way my fingers feel, but I just need a little more," your soft voice lingered in his ear while he delighted in your request.

"Of course. Anything for you," he smirked at you, blood rushing to the tip of his cock. It took everything in him not to tear your cute little dress off and fuck you right there. He knew exactly what he was getting you for your birthday after that conversation.

When your special day rolled around, Matt showed up at your doorstep with a nicely-wrapped gift with a pretty, pink bow on it and a card attached. "Oh, hi, Matt," you smiled, surprised to see him an hour before your birthday festivities were to start. You had decided to keep it casual this year, just celebrating with a few close friends and family members, eating cake and opening presents. "My mom won't be back with the cake for another hour."

"That's okay, princess. I came over early on purpose so I could give you my gift. I want you to open it now before anyone gets here," Matt smiled at you, offering you the pink box with little hearts on it. "Thank you, Matt," you smiled, taking it from him, admiring how much time and effort he put into making it look as nice as it did.

"Let's go to your room and open it there, princess," Matt suggested, motioning down the hall with his eyes. You naively led him into your room where you sat on your bed, and he stood over you, admiring your simple, white dress.

"For the sweetest, most beautiful girl I know. I hope this gift helps you fulfill every urge you'll ever have, and may you look damn good while doing it. Love, Matt," the attached card read.

You carefully pulled the tape from the wrapping paper, not wanting to damage something Matt had put so much care into, and when you opened the box underneath the paper, the first thing your eyes landed on was a really pretty lingerie set. You held it up and admired the craftsmanship. It was beautiful.

"Put it on, princess," Matt suggested, already having imagined you in it a dozen times. You blushed as you removed all your clothing and replaced it with the lingerie Matt had bought you. You felt so pretty with the way Matt ogled you while you stood in front of him in the pink and white lace.

"Wow, look at you. Give me a little spin," Matt whispered, biting his lip while his erection fought against his corduroy pants. You twirled around while he admired you from all angles. "You look so good that I could eat you," Matt ran his tongue over his lips while he admired your beauty.

"Eat me?" You laughed, scrunching your nose in that way that Matt always thought was so adorable. "May I?" Matt requested, his eyes dancing all over your body. "I'm not sure I know what you mean by that," you tilted your head and looked at him inquisitively.

"Not literally," Matt chuckled at your innocence. "Come here, baby girl. I'll show you what I mean," Matt responded, grabbing you by the waist and steering you into your bed. He laid you down on your back and looked passionatley into your eyes while he softly smoothed out a few stray hairs on your head.

"So beautiful," he whispered before leaning down and grazing your soft, wet lips with his own. The kiss was slow and sensual, and it felt magical sharing such an intimate moment with your best friend that you trusted so deeply. You parted your lips, giving admission to his tongue that gently explored the inside of your mouth. His hands cupped your sweet face while the wet sounds of your lips smacking against one another filled the air.

Matt nuzzled into your neck, and you let out a cute sigh as he located a sweet spot and began kissing it and running his delicate tongue over it. He handled you with the gentleness of a bee landing on a flower, and all he could think about was getting a taste of your sweet nectar, but he didn't dare rush the process.

He slowly pulled back the strap of the bra he'd given that fit you so perfectly until your breast was exposed. He tenderly took your nipple into his warm mouth, fluttering his tongue over the little bud as it stiffened from the stimulation. "Oh," you let a soft whine slip past your lips. He pulled down the other strap, repeating the process on the other side.

You never knew there were so many nerve endings there until Matt was softly licking and sucking on your nipples while his hands enveloped your breasts. He gently grabbed both, pushed them together, and started shaking his head from side to side with his tongue out, stimulating them both at the same time. You felt a warm, wet sensation forming between your legs as Matt treated you so nicely.

He started planting a trail of kisses down your tummy while he lowered himself between your legs. He kissed that spot of flesh where your inner thighs meet your pussy, and you squealed and squirmed beneath him. "That tickles!" You giggled. He looked up at you and smiled at how cute you looked.

"So, when someone tells you they wanna eat you, what they mean is, they wanna kiss you right here," Matt muttered pushing the pretty panties he bought you to the side and tenderly running his finger up and down your intricate folds. "Why would you wanna kiss me right there?" You skeptically asked, but you secretly desired to have him show you the appeal.

"Because I love everything about it. I love the way it tastes, the way girls wiggle around and whimper while I do it, the way they shake and tremble while they finish on my tongue," he whispered. Just feeling his breath on your heat while he spoke to you, you could understand while girls would behave that way when Matt would eat them.

"Want me to eat you, princess? Wanna know what it feels like?" He asked, spreading your pussy open with his fingers and watching the way you were clenching around nothing. You bit your lip and nodded at him. "I can tell how bad you want it by how wet you got when I told you what I liked about it," he mischeviously grinned at you.

"Please eat me, Matt," you softly whined. The anticipation was killing you. "Of course, princess," he cooed, his face inching closer to your sex. You let out a sigh of relief as he engulfed your sensitive bud, twirling his tongue in circles the same way you liked to rub yourself when you were in bed all alone.

He savored the sugary and salty taste of your pretty pussy like you were his dessert and he was overcome by a sweet tooth. His hunger for you was insatiable and his thirst for you, unquenchable. He took more of your vulva into his mouth as he feasted upon your delicious flavor, still exploring you slowly and softly.

However, his approach became more sensual and passionate, creating more pressure with his tongue while he licked and sucked on your clit. "Oh, Matt," you whimpered, grabbing a hold of your pink comforter as the feeling intensified. The anticipation welled in your core, building and building while you threw your head back in sheer ecstacy.

Your legs began to shake, and you started writhing around as Matt spread you open, tantalizing your most sensitive spot with his curious tongue. "Mmmm," he groaned against your pussy, the vibrations reverberating through you and tilting you over the edge. "Matt!" You called out, clenching your thighs around his ears while he peered up at your expression, your climax overtaking you.

You gave into the feeling, allowing it to take its course, radiating pleasure through you. Your toes started to curl, your knuckles lost color from how tightly you were gripping the sheets, and a ringing echoed in your ears. Matt relished in the way you crushed his head between your legs, the way you shivered your way through the peak, and the way you finished on his tongue.

Once you came down from your orgasm, you peered down at Matt wide-eyed, breathless, and pink in the face, and you whispered, "that was the most intense one yet." He grinned up at you, wiping his chin and chuckling. "You like it?" Matt asked, already knowing your answer. "Best birthday gift ever," you responded, slowing down your breathing.

"That actually wasn't part of your present. I just got a little carried away. There's another gift in there for you, princess," he handed you the gift box he brought over. You sat up and poked around the glittery tissue paper in the box until you came across a little black bag.

You reached into it and pulled out a small pink cylindrical item. You looked up at Matt in confusion, unsure as to what you were holding. "Push the button," he urged you. There was a silver circle on the side, and as you held it down, the toy started buzzing between your fingers. "Do you know what it's for, sweetheart?" He asked you softly, and you shook your head no, studying the foreign object.

"Lay back. I'm gonna show you." You handed Matt the vibrating bullet in your hand, and you let your head fall back onto your soft pillow. You let out a surprised gasp as he took the toy and rested it over your panties. "This is called a vibrator. You know how good you've been making yourself feel with your fingers?" He asked, starting to move the cute lace panties he bought you to the side once more.

You bit your lip and nodded, following what he was doing with your eyes. "Some girls like using this even better," Matt intently fixed his gaze on you as he made direct contact with your clit with your new toy. "Oh," you moaned in shock at how powerful the vibrations felt against your concentrated bundle of nerves.

You were highly sensitive from having just cum, but it didn't take long until it started to feel good again. The soft buzz of the vibrator and the erotic noises that passed through your lips were like music to Matt's ears. Your facial expression was overcome by pleasure. You relaxed your jaw, tightened your brow muscles, and your eyes rolled back into your head.

"How's it feel?" Matt inquired, watching your reaction to your new gift. "So much better than my fingers," you lustfully sighed in response. Matt loved the sweet sounds you were making, but what he really wanted was to make you scream his name again, so he lined up his middle finger with your entrance, and it slid in easily.

Your moans became more urgent, more frequent, and more enthusiastic as he entered his ring finger as well and started to pump them back and forth at the pace you liked. "Matt," you softly whimpered. "Like the way it feels, pretty girl?" Matt tenderly asked, looking up at the way you reacted to the way he played with you. "I love it," you squealed, amazed by how heavenly it felt.

"I got you the extra quiet toy, so you can use it whenever you want," he smirked up at you, knowing this would most likely become the new focus of your nightly routine. "Oh, Matt. You're so thoughtful," you cried out. "Princess, your pussy is the wettest I've ever seen it," Matt pointed out in a seductive tone, while you drooled onto his fingers that were pumping in and out of your special place.

Matt couldn't get enough, his hard on throbbing at the way you were basking in the satisfaction he brought you. He felt you start to rhythmically clench around his fingers as your body convulsed under his touch. "That's it, pretty girl. Cum on my fingers," Matt said softly, unable to pull his eyes away from the beautiful scene that unfolded before him.

He held the vibrator in place and continued penetrating you with his digits while your second orgasm was drawn out of you. "Oh, Matt!" You cried out as you bucked your hips, riding his fingers until you were fully immersed in pleasure. "Happy birthday, princess," Matt whispered as you reached the finish line.

"Honey, I'm home with the cake! Some of your friends are here!" Your mom shouted to you from downstairs after walking in the front door.

part three posted here 💖

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