#sweet buttercream frosting boy

[messybrokenlover]

Memory lane hurts, it's been so long since I've gone for a stroll like this. My body feels so heavy, my eyes are stained red, my eyelids half shut. Tears dredge down my cheeks I want to escape back to that time. What I would kill to read "hiya babe if you're reading this" one more time. What I would give to just read "Herro" and feel my heart flutter. I wish I could fall asleep to one more "Good morning" at midnight. What I would give to see the green notification light up, or fall asleep on another messy call. I miss the emotional messes I used to call home.

[saturngas]

sweet names

okay but imagine satoru calling you pet names after every dessert name he comes across with. you two are out, trying a new sweet shop he discovered in his last mission and was overly keen to take you to it. staring and analyzing the menu cutely displayed on the chalkboard, he was internally laughing at the absurdly silly names of the desserts and milkshakes, but once he looked at you, his heart and brain connected.

"im going to a mission this Friday, can you take care of the first years, banana bonanza split?" he asked you once while you were getting ready for bed. you side eyed him and his questionable pet name.

you never said anything negative about it though, you even liked them. they were so silly and so him. he had once told you that every time he looked at you and your pretty face, his train of thought loaded with memories of all the desserts he had ever tasted. you reminded him of the sweet flavor he loved so much. you filled his brain of serotonin and sweetness.

"I love you so much, coconut dream pie."

"are you sure you want this one, buttercream frosting?"

"megumi asked me to give you this, popsicles."

"don't act like a brat, snickerdoodle."

"you look so hot with that dress, dumplings."

"but pumpkin pie! I can literally die from no hugs!"

"hey hot-fudge sundae, can you take down the sex ban, please?"

"good morning, white sugar sponge cakes."

"dont ignore me, bubble wrap mousse."

"can I please go back to sleeping with you, ice cream cakes? the couch is cold."

"muffin cakes! I just told him I dont have any intentions on respecting him, I dont know why he got mad."

"it's physically impossible for me to stop calling you sweet names. anyways, which do you like more, lemon meringue pie or churro?"

your sweet boy satoru.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I love the idea of Richie always making fun of how sweet carmy is to you but he litterally can't help it because he's so in love with you so he just blushes and tells Richie to fuck off

Lovesick puppy

He can't help it, poor guy. He just loves you and it just happens. Holding the door open for you. Always stopping to listen to what you have to say. Shrugging off his jacket to wrap it over your shoulders. Making your food even during rush hours. But then it's the way Carmen can't help but bring you into any and every conversation. "Oh, but Y/N said", and "Y/N.. we could just call her, she knows".

And Richie he clocked onto that so fast. And he's so happy that his cousin has finally found the one. He too knows that lovesick puppy look. He catches the way Carmen looks at you when you're not watching or when you speak. He's captivated as if all the world's miracles are now in front of him. As if there's nothing else around him but you.

But he's Richie so he has to... You know, a must to tease. It starts with him just pointing out every time Carmy is lost admiring you. He would come up to him, brushing a napkin onto Carmen's chin, "You're drooling, man", and Camren would snatch the napkin, flipping him off. Then it's the, "Oh, you won't say anything else? You won't mention Y/N?" when Carmen doesn't say your name in a conversation he is having with Richie or someone else. Checking Carmen's temperature when he doesn't lean to smile at his phone for longer than ten minutes, "Fuck off, Richie", Carmen growls.

But baby boy is just so in love he simply can't help it. Every part of him craves you. He feels the most himself when he's around you. So yeah, he is smiling as bright as the Christmas tree when you walk through the restaurant door later at night. And yes, he's dropping whatever he's been doing just so he could wrap you up in a hug and kiss your lips a couple of times. Enjoying the giddy, bubbly feeling in his stomach.

"Happy to report that he only mentioned you 78 times today, five times less than yesterday", Richie calls out already smirking. Carmy's grip on you tightens but you only laugh, "Dangit... Are you feeling out of love with me??", you cup Carmy's face, giggling. He shakes his head in disbelief. "I've missed you", Carmy whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. You look up at him smiling, "Missed you two, bear".

"Use protection, kids, surprise conception is a real thing", Richie shouts. "Oh, fuck off, for real", Carmen barks back, only causing Richie to laugh harder. "Ignore him, he's not getting any", Carmen shakes his head but before you can answer Richie's voice booms through the place again, "Heard that and just to be clear. You're getting too much because you're as soft as a fucking buttercream frosting, cousin".

[squoxle]

Blow The Whistle ~ P.SH ff 18+

🩵🎂Birthday FF Special for My Hoonie🎁💙

❆pairing: Sunghoon!bf x Reader!gf | ❆wc: 1.4k | ❆summary: Sunghoon had recently picked up a side gig as a coach. But when he has to work overtime on his birthday, you have to think of another way to celebrate his special day. |❆cw: 🔞MDNI!! its smut honey...you know the drill

"Hey, birthday boy," you smiled as your boyfriend answered the phone.

You knew he was busy at work, but you just wanted to get an idea of what time he'd be coming home. You had planned a suprise birthday party for him and you were going to call a few friends over to celebrate. Everything was ready for him. You picked up a chocolate cake for him earlier and you had just finished placing the gifts on the table.

"What time do you think you'll be back home?" you asked.

"Uhh...I won't be home until after midnight," he sighed.

"What? Why?" you exclaimed.

"Well, today I'm in charge of cleaning the uniforms and skates for the kids. And we both know that takes a while."

"But--" you were cut off by the sound of his manager calling Sunghoon's name.

"Sorry, princess. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, okay. Love you," he quickly said before you let out a sad "I love you too" in response. He gave you two air kisses before cutting the call.

*Dammit* you swore to yourself. How were you supposed to surprise him now?

Just then, an idea popped into your head. You were gonna bring the surprise party to him. You quickly got dressed and ran to the store to pick up a few things. You also texted Sunghoon to let you know when everyone left and he was the only one in the building washing their supplies.

As requested, Sunghoon texted you when everyone left, just as he was gathering the dirty uniforms. Unbeknowst to him, you were already in the main lobby waiting for his text. It was around 11 pm when you put your plan into action.

You walked to the boys' locker room to find your boyfriend pouring a cup of laundry detergent into the top-loader washing machine.

You crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. "Boo!" you smiled as his eyes widened in surprise.

"I didn't expect to see you here," he chuckled.

"Yeah, I know. It was supposed to be a surprise," you tapped his nose.

"Ohh so that's why you wanted me to text you?"

"Yep," you replied as you reached up to place a kiss on his cheek. "Happy birthday, Sunghoon," you smiled.

He pulled your face closer to his and kissed your lips.

"Wait! I also brought you a jumbo chocolate cupcake," you said as you pulled out a cutely wrapped box.

"Since when was chocolate pink?" Sunghoon said as he opened the box, revealing a bright pink princess themed cupcake.

"Oh no...that's the wrong one...I should've double checked" you sighed, seeing Sunghoon holding the wrong cupcake.

"It's okay, baby. This cupcake is perfect because it reminds me of you. And what better way to celebrate my special day than with my special girl?" Sunghoon smiled before pulling you in for a hug.

You felt slightly better after hearing Sunghoon's reaction to what felt like the dumbest mistake ever, but you still wished it was the right one.

"Hmm yeah...well, here's the candle," you said, pulling out a single gold candle and placing it in the center of the cupcake. You carefully lit the candle and watched as Sunghoon blew it out.

Sunghoon stuck his finger into the pink frosting and licked it off. "I don't know why I was expecting it to taste like strawberry," he chuckled. "It's tastes like normal buttercream," he shrugged before dipping his finger in the frosting again, but this time bringing it to your mouth to taste.

You opened your mouth to suck the frosting off, when Sunghoon gripped the back of your head as you closed your lips around his finger.

He slowly moved his finger back and forth in your mouth before grabbing more icing, this time placing it on his tongue. You opened your mouth as he inserted his frosting coated tongue. You felt him glide the sweet cream across your tongue as you sucked it when he pulled away.

Gripping your jaw and tilting your head back, Sunghoon spit into your mouth and inserted his two fingers. You sucked for a while before he started to shove them deeper, causing you to gag. He bent down to bite and suck on your neck.

However, he bit just a little too hard and you could tell by the small drop of blood trailling down your neck that he quickly licked up, stopping the bleeding with his tongue.

"Hey, you can't eat me," you giggled, caressing his head that laid on your breasts. "Why not? Isn't it my birthday?" he teased before lifting you up onto the washing machine. "Well it is, but I'm not a peice of cake," you said squishing his cheeks together. "No, but you're my little cupcake," he smiled, showing his dimples before reaching to pull your sweater over your head, exposing your bra. He then removed his own shirt as he pulled your breast to his lips leaving kisses and marks all over.

You reached down to rub his dick through his sweatpants as he kissed your lips, neck, cheek, and breasts. You felt his hardness as he pressed himself more into your hand. He gripped you tighter as his dick twitched in your hands. "Ngh," he grunted before abruptly stopping.

"You want me so bad, don't you?" he said, lustfully starting into your eyes. You nodded your head as a devilish smile crept onto his face. "Then get down on your knees and show me," he said, as you climbed off of the gently vibrating machine, onto your knees.

You reached up to pull out his throbbing dick as he gathered your hair into his hand. You licked your lips before opening your mouth. "Hold on princess, you're forgetting something," Sunghoon said as he swiped the last bit of frosting off of the cupcake and shoved his sweet slightly dyed fingers into your mouth.

As soon as the icing was in, Sunghoon shoved his dick into your mouth ans began pumping into your throat. "Yeah, baby. Suck my dick and show me how much of a needy little slut you are."

You squeezed his thighs as you gagged on his cock, he pulled out just enough for you to catch your breath before shoving it back in. You sucked for a little bit longer before eventually using your hands to give yourself a break. "Mmm, fuck. You're doing so good baby," Sunghoon said you started to suck again.

He moaned a few times before pulling out of your mouth. "Ugh, f-fuck. I need that pussy right now baby, please," he whined as you stood to your feet.

Immediately he threw your body on top of the washing machine, pulled your pants down, and inserted himself into your pussy. As he was fucking you deep, you could feel your clit bracing up against the washer. The vibrations coming from the machine were stimulating you, causing your pussy to tighten around him. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned as he started to fuck you faster.

You struggled to stop yourself from moaning. "Don't fight it, baby. I wanna hear you scream," Sunghoon said before slapping your ass.

"Ngh, Sunghoon...I'm gonna cum," you whined weakly as the washing machine's speed increased making the vibrations stronger. "Good. I want you to cum all over my dick like a good little slut," he replied as you buried your face in your arms to muffle the sound.

"Uh uh. I said I wanna hear it," Sunghoon groaned before flipping you on your back on top of the machine. At this angle Sunghoon had full access to your dripping wet pussy and took one of his hands to stimulate your clit while he fucked you to your climax.

His veiny dick grinded agianst your g-spot causing you to squirt as you came all over his dick. You still felt your walls clenching around his dick as he pumped his hot load into your pussy.

You laid there on the washing machine with Sunghoon leaning over your body.

*BEEP BEEP*

The sound of the washing cycle surprised the both of you. Sunghoon looked at the clock hanging on the wall across the room. "Thanks for making my wish come true," he smiled, before kissing you on the lips.

"What was your wish?"

"To cum inside of my princess," he smiled mischeviosly, before kissing you again.

❀ Thank you all so much for reading! Make sure to check out other works on my masterlist!

❀ 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝:

@chlorinecake @hoyeonheeseung @nikisdubblchococake @sussyjake @furious-eagle @cherrriesss @abbyizzy @weyukinluv @addictedtohobi @thatonenoona @wavykook @givemeyourtmihyun @jaeljn @hoonmywk @valennshit @19-yunalyn @hoonbby @frostedblankets @hoonsyo @no-mannerism @perfectxserendipity @chubbibish @ihrtlix @bunniesforsoobin @thereadersparadise @thatbooknerdfr @aiden2001 @belongstoheeseung @jakeybabe @donut-crazs @rizzhee @nikimeows @woonieees @uarmyxtae @rebecca-johnson-28 @they2luv1naia @isa-2007 @silcry @riverscafe @pearlwhitesoul @nikohiroshi @thatbooknerdfr @wonniewonwon @sughoonieeee @babyy-bambii @adrika04 @sehunsharpasseyebrows @nikisblkgf @wtfyangjungwon @fr-3-akn-4-stymf @rikiloversworld @shawyle @sunoosrightbuttcheek @uarmyxtae

[waves-against-a-cliff]

Buttercream Frosting - Gaz x Reader Bakery AU

Content Warnings - Mention of masterbation and sex, yearning, sexualization, domestic fluff.

Previous Part Series Masterlist Main Masterlist

A/N - Whoops, I put this off. Anyway, I'm taking up a small writing challenge in April and have 6 chapters (not including this one) planned.

Gaz can’t remember a time, at least in the last few years, that he’s ever been this excited to go over to someone’s place. Evening could not come fast enough despite the fact his small leaves always seemed to speed by. Gaz grunts as he lets the weights drop to the ground and grabs his water bottle, taking a big drink of it. It feels like his body was producing enough heat for it to roll off him in waves, sweat across his forehead and biceps. He glances at his watch again and has to stop himself from groaning. Gaz puts the weights away and wipes down the equipment he had used all while thinking about tonight. You had invited him over. For taste testing.

He wasn’t sure if that's your way of suggesting something or if you really want him to try a recipe. Gaz washes the sweat on his face away with the sinks in the gym locker room as he debates this in his head. He had listened to you get fucked and left high and dry by whoever it was who failed to use his damn dick right. He had jacked off to it on top of listening to it. And you weren’t really moaning. He groans and looks at himself in the mirror as he feels blood rush south fast. Was he a teen boy again? Sure fucking feels like it because any thought linked to you turns into something lewd.

His mind drifts to the bakery and cafe, to the idea of stopping by there if not to just get a look at those pants that seems determined to become your second skin. He decides not to. He’ll be seeing you later, in your own flat in whatever clothes you wear outside of work.

He knocks on the door an hour after he heard you arrive home. Enough time to shower and change he figured. He didn’t need to be tortured by your work uniform. He fears his self restraint might snap in half like a twig if you were still wearing it. You open the door and Gaz feels himself relax a little. Sweatpants and a baggy shirt. He could handle this. “Ready to taste my cupcakes?” You ask. Fuck.

For apparently your first time using this recipe, the cupcakes weren’t awful. Although that might just be his massive sweet tooth talking. You watched him with your bottom lip between your teeth, you’re trying to kill him, he concludes as he licks off stray frosting from his fingers. “How was it?” You ask eagerly and Gaz has to think about it for a second. “And don’t hold back.” You say firmly.

“The frosting could do with some more sugar and the cupcake itself was a little dry.” He says after thinking about it for a moment. You scrunch your nose, clearly in thought as you went through the steps in your head to see where you could have gone wrong to make the cupcake a little dry. You wander over to the piece of paper that was the recipe, you cross out a few things and add new measurements.

You turn to him with a grin, “Wanna help me make this batch?” You let out a laugh at how quickly he nods his head. He decides he would like to hear that laugh all the time. He helps with the measurements and lets you handle everything else, at your insistence of course. You hand him one of two frosting covered spoons and he’d have to be blind to realize you were staring as he licked the frosting off, yours untouched. Gaz stands there with you, looking like a deer in headlights before he moves in a little closer. He sets the now licked clean spoon to the side and tilts your head up with two fingers under your chin. You visibly swallow as he leans in, he can still taste the buttercream frosting on his tongue.

Then the timer goes off for the cupcakes in the oven. You practically jump away, “Better get them before they burn.” You sputter out as you rush to the oven and slip on the mitts set to the side. The batch of cupcakes turn out perfect.

[arlerts-angel]

🖤⛓️🔞 | 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐥. 4: 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭

cw: armin x dom?fem!reader, established relationship, oral sex (m & f receiving), jerk-off instructions, mutual masturbation, penetrative sex (piv), dick riding, food play, creampie, armin uses "miss" as a title for reader

a/n: we got it all today folks‼️ i'm actually really happy with this one and i hope you love it too okay toodles ✨

taglist: @callm3senpaii @i-literally-cant-with-this @la-undercover-latina @dilfkentolover @arlertdarling @arlertwitch @darkstarlight82 @hannas16 @millennialmagicalgirl @tomuraslut @ringsofsaturnnnn @softlilpeachxx @nigthmar3moon

the saccharine smell of vanilla buttercream hits your nose instantaneously as you walk into your home. you find your husband in the kitchen, standing only in an apron next to a freshly baked cake.

"happy anniversary, angel! what do you think?" he smirks, waving his hands up and down his otherwise naked body. his apron is covered in flour and cake batter, though your mind can't help but travel elsewhere at the thought of a cum-soaked apron.

"happy anniversary, honey. it smells amazing in here." you reply softly and wrap him in a loving embrace. your touch and scent alone is enough to get his blood flowing, but what really does it for him is the way your lips feel against his skin as you place a kiss on his neck. "and you look just as delicious as this cake." you whisper playfully.

the next few minutes you're lip locking and handsy with each other. his apron comes off with ease, revealing his erection underneath. you swipe your finger across the frosted cake and around his pre-cum covered tip. his eyes widen, slightly concerned and curious. his concern dissipates the moment he feels your warm mouth around his cock. you hum happily at the combined taste of him and the sweet frosting.

you rise and take his hand. "you're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you, armin?" you coo, coating his hand with a thin layer of vanilla frosting. he nods eagerly as you lower his hand to his cock. "now, touch yourself. i want to see your dick covered in a mess my spit, frosting, and your cum." you order. he begins to jerk himself off slowly as he watches you strip for him, the lewd sound of him fucking his creamy fist intensifies as you begin to sprawl out and touch yourself. "ah fuck–" he whines at the sight of your fingers on your clit. "i'm gonna cum–!" he cries out, spilling his seed into his hand.

"such a good boy, and messy too... but i'm not done with you yet." you crawl to him and suck the mess off his leaky, throbbing cock. "i'll let you recover but only until i'm about to cum, which probably won't be long. isn't that nice of me, sweet boy?" you taunt. "y-yes, thank you miss." he pants. "good... good boy. now, this pussy won't eat itself. get to work." you demand once more. he eagerly begins to lap and circle your clit. "mmm just like that. gonna make me cum so quickly baby." you moan, tugging on his hair lightly.

he fucks two fingers into your tight pussy as he laps hungrily at your clit, making your back arch and muscles tighten each time he hits the sweet spot in your cunt. "ah fuck–! 'm gonna cum!" you cry out and push his head away gently, panting. "i hope you're ready for another creamy mess on your cock." you smile and whisper, leading him to the couch. you push him down gently and order him to stroke his cock. once he's hard again, you lower your aching cunt onto him and ride him, bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts into you. it doesn't take long until both of you are overstimulated and cumming messes into and onto each other. you fall into him and ride out the high of your orgasms as you inhale the scent of vanilla and sex.

[starsstuddedsky]

Slice of Love

Haechan x reader

summary: birthday cake and boyfriend material

genre: fluff, non idol au, not really angst but haechan is so dramatic

warnings: swearing, food/dessert, i dont know anything about art, pls lmk if i missed any

wc: 1.8k (who is she???)

a/n: finally wrote something short and sweet :) it's been so long since i've done that lol. this is heavily inspired by 7dream cafe cake-making and my full belief that none of these boys should be unsupervised in the kitchen. thank you to @chocolatemilk139 for being my beta as always <3 (even though you didnt edit anything smh)

It’s not horrendous.

Donghyuck stares at the cake in front of him. The process started well: he made the tester cake last week week that the council (also known as his friends) approved with generous support (“wait, what’s actually kind of good,” from Jeno, “it’s edible,” from Renjun, “the hint of orange really sells it,” from Jaemin, “it’s not burnt so it’s already better than anything I could make,” from Mark, “you didn’t buy this?” from Chenle, and Jisung, who just stared at him with wide eyes). 

No, the problem isn’t the batter. He slaved over it all last night and chose the two cakes that rose most evenly in the oven. Everything but his tears went into making them. 

“Wow,” Renjun says, leaning over the counter. “You fucked up.” 

Donghyuck smacks him, leaving a trail of lavender buttercream on the wool sweater. 

“Hey, that’s going to be a bitch to get out!” Renjun cries. 

“Cry me a river,” Donghyuck says, “which is a good song, but also, you deserve it. It’s not that bad.” 

Renjun raises his eyebrows but Donghyuck raises a spoonful of extra frosting. Renjun backs off. 

Despite his strong defense, Donghyuck fears Renjun may be right. Though the cake stands tall, crumbs mix in with the frosting on the sides. What was supposed to be an artistically plump edging around the base of the cake and around the top corner looks like it exploded out of the piping bag (because it did, popping the cap off several times). In his head, the center would be filled with flowers and hearts and all sorts of pretty shapes in all sorts of pastel colors—but by the time he got to the center, he’d fully given up on piping bags, meaning he had to get creative for the flowers. Instead of flowers, he made blobs of frosting pushed off a spoon. In some spots he accidentally mixed the colors together, a green one shade away from brown, not at all like the field in the pictures on his Pinterest board. 

Jeno appears next, wandering out of his room. He misses Renjun’s warning glare, though Donghyuck doesn’t. He steps right next to Donghyuck, tilting his head. “What is this supposed to be again?” 

“What do you think?” Donghyuck asks evenly. 

Oblivious or uncaring, Jeno pauses to ponder. “A really ugly version of Shrek’s swamp?” 

“Get out.” 

“Get out of ma’ swamp!” Jeno attempts a Scottish accent, authenticity as questionable as the flower field in Donghyuck’s cake. Jeno retreats with Renjun on the couch, dodging Donghyuck’s frosting spoon. It would be a waste of the delicacy on his stupid dri-fit t-shirt, which he wears even when he doesn’t work out. 

“It’ll be fine,” Jaemin says. “It’ll taste good, which is the important part.” He sits at the counter, the only one to offer moral support while Donghyuck decorated. But his attempts at comfort are in vain; Donghyuck doesn’t just want the cake to taste good, he wants it to taste perfect, to look perfect, for all of it to be perfect. It’s the least you deserve. 

Donghyuck ignores the banging on his door, letting one of the guys let Chenle and Jisung in (no one else would threaten to break down a metal door instead of waiting the five seconds it takes to unlock the door). 

“We come bearing food!” Chenle shouts, plastic bag singing in his hand as Jisung follows precariously carrying a stack of pizza boxes. Far more food than needed, but Donghyuck won’t skimp out on you. Chenle tosses his bag full of snacks on the table, crossing the room to see the ‘masterpiece’ Donghyuck spent the past week hyping up. 

“Dude, are you seriously going to give that to YN?” 

“Are you trying to get dumped?” Jisung asks. “Ow!” he cries when Chenle smacks him. 

“Your welcome,” he says, “though he sort of has a point, that looks like literal shit.” 

“Does it really?” Donghyuck pouts. 

Chenle points at one of the browner spots. “You’re telling me that’s not a piece of shit?” 

“They were supposed to be flowers.” 

Jaemin, Renjun, and Jisung manage to cover their laughs as coughs but Chenle and Jeno let out a bark of laughter. 

“Yeah, you’re screwed,” Chenle says, clapping him on his shoulder that sags even lower than his normal bad posture. “You could call Mark and get him to pick up a cake on his way.” 

“He’s bringing YN,” Donghyuck says glumly. “Besides, I already told YN that I would make it myself. I’m not going to be a failure and a liar.” 

“It’s really not that bad,” Jaemin says, ignoring the chorus of dissent from the rest of the guys. “It’ll taste good!” 

Donghyuck shrugs. He can’t explain it, at least not so that they can understand him. He knows perfection is a subjective definition that he’ll never be able to fulfill but he strives for it anyway. If it isn’t perfect then why would he do it at all? Even if it’s his first time attempting this level of artwork, he should at least be able to make something that looks okay, or recognizable. 

And you—you deserve more than a dry store-bought mess and more than a half-assed attempt at love. You’ve only been together for a couple months but he’s determined to prove himself. A birthday was the perfect opportunity, even when you’ve known him for years and spent plenty of birthdays with him. This was his chance to show you the boyfriend material he’s made of, except instead of black velvet or creamy silk, Donghyuck thinks this cake is the work of a neon yellow polyester shirt worth less than $2 at the thrift store. 

“Mark just texted that he just parked,” Jaemin announces. He glances at Donghyuck. “You ready?” 

Donghyuck glances at himself. His hands are covered in frosting that’s dried and crusted, spread up his arms. His Kiss the Chef apron protected his shirt and most of his pants from the damage, but the mess is the least of his concerns. There’s nothing he can do about the disaster (he’s given up calling it anything else) in front of him. Shrek’s Swamp or a toilet bowl, it’s definitely not a flower field and it’s definitely not what you deserve. But it’s all he’s got. 

The final punch hits with a gentle knock at the door. Donghyuck crosses the room to his doom, stepping past his silent friends who bow their heads in respect for the walking dead. He pulls open the door slowly. He sees your shoes first, white sneakers you spent three hours with a Sharpie decorating, full of hearts and stars and unmistakable flowers—daisies and chrysanthemums and lavender, more than he can name. 

You wear your favorite jeans, loose bootcut that tighten at the thighs, hugging you in all the right places. A loose shirt hangs from your shoulders, one of the bands you always play for him with lots of bass and visceral lyrics that romanticize suffering. A family of silver earrings dangle from your ears, and he recognizes each of your favorites, the miniature swords, sparkling star shaped studs, a curly twist of metal that wraps around the higher part of ear. You look perfect. 

Donghyuck has always loved the way you smile, a gentle turn of your lips, like the happiness belongs to only you. You lean forward, pressing a short kiss to his lips, a peck more than anything. Donghyuck stares at you, eyes wide. You gesture to his apron. “Just following the rules.” 

He smiles though it fades as soon as he sees the frosting–no, the evidence of his failures, spread down the black fabric. “Happy birthday,” he says, wishing he could put more heart into it. A tiny frown furrows in your brow but you don’t question him. 

He steps back to let you walk in, trailing behind you as the rest of the guys wish you happy birthday. Mark catches up easily, clapping a hand on his shoulder, whispering, “Jeno sent me a picture.” 

Renjun hugs you, which Donghyuck belatedly realizes he never did. 

“I brought the food,” Chenle announces. “Don’t go thanking anyone else for my efforts.” 

“Our,” Jisung corrects. “You barely even carried anything.” 

“That’s because I had to drive,” Chenle says, waving his hand. “And don’t even get me started on the pizzeria, you better appreciate every molecule because—”

“Thank you, Chenle,” you say. 

“Thank me,” Donghyuck says. “It was my detailed instructions that perfected absolutely everything about today, which reminds me, did Mark behave?” 

You turn back to face him, linking your fingers with his. “Yes, babe, he followed your script. He almost cried because the barista messed up the order and he didn’t want to be annoying but he said you said ‘if anything goes wrong, I’ll kill you,’ and meant it.” 

“And I did,” Donghyuck says. He nods at his best friend for his service. 

“Now.” You squeeze his fingertips. “Where’s this cake you’ve been so excited about.” 

Donghyuck doesn’t try to hide his face. There’s no use delaying the inevitable. He lets go of your hands, leading you to the crime scene to lay the final verdict (the judicial system of his brain is in need of some reformation). 

You reach the counter and freeze. A list of concert dates greets Donghyuck, your back facing him while you study the cake. There’s no name for the opposite of a masterpiece, no artist that wants their worst creation recorded in history. 

He inches closer to you, peeking at your face. He recognizes the expression, the narrowing of your eyes, the way you flatten your lips. He’s been to enough art shows and spent enough time with you studying for art history to know what you analyze art. 

“It’s not Van Gogh or Monet,” he says, “it’s not even that asshole guy who made the Bean.” 

“Mm,” you hum, “no, you’re not any of them.” 

“It’s an ugly cake,” he says, “I know. I tried, I really did, but apparently you actually do need a decade or two of experience to make a decent cake, which is totally unfair, like, I spent more time on it than my research project, and this only looks marginally better than that.” 

“It’s amazing,” you say, “reminiscent of the expressionist era.” 

“Really?” 

“No,” you say, turning to grin at him. “But you made it, so none of that matters. Maybe it doesn’t look like what you thought, but seriously.”  You rest a hand on his arm. “It’s perfect.” 

He meets your eyes, sees sincerity and not an ounce of teasing. No, it wasn’t what he wanted for you, but that doesn’t really matter. Perfection is subjective and to you it’s perfect—why did he ever think it wouldn’t be? 

He grins. “Perfect?” 

You step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him into a hug, ignoring the frosting that must be smearing across the band member’s faces. 

“Perfect.” 

a/n2: thank you for reading! as always, i appreciate any feedback :)

[hawaiifiveohana]

H50 Birthday Fic Challenge!!

*inspired by Navy and Roos Sunday Challenge

🧁🧁🧁Danny's b-day is August 23rd. Scott's is also August 23rd and Alex's is August 24th. Which means we are having a bake off!🧁🧁🧁

Thats right, we're making cakes for the boy's birthdays!!!🎂🎂🎂 (there will also be two other b-day challenges: bingo and prompt fills). Pick a cake, add some frosting--and maybe a topping or two-- then share the results! and yes, art or vid can also be used to make a cake🍰!

🍰Dark chocolate: A character's secret is revealed.

🍰Strawberry: The sweetness of a childhood friends AU.

🍰Lemon: A tangy mermen/were AU.

🍰Red velvet: Store/shop AU. Coffee shop, bakery, tattoo parlor, etc.

🍰German chocolate: Stranded/locked in together!

🍰Vanilla: There's only one bed.

🍰Coconut: Rare pair.

🍰Carrot: Pining or unrequited love.

🍰Apple: School/University teacher AU.

🍰Old-Fashion Cream: Historical AU.

*frosting and toppings are optional, you do not need to use one.

Frosting:

🧁French Buttercream: Fake dating/undercover marriage

🧁Swiss Meringue: Found Family.

🧁Chocolate Ganache: Misunderstanding.

🧁Cream Cheese: Sexy times.

🧁 Vanilla: Domestic Fluff/daily routines.

🧁 Whipped Cream: Whump/hurt and comfort.

Toppings:

🥄Cherries: Meet-cute.

🥄Sprinkles: Day at the beach/ocean.

🥄Rasberries: Kisses.

🥄Cookie Crumbles: Flashback.

🥄Pineapple: Hawai'an culture.

🥄Toasted Almonds: Angst.

🥄 Cake Crumbles: Lingerie/underwear.

🥄Caramel: Drunk/delirious/not in their right mind.

🥄Bananas and nuts: Crack fic.

[roosterbox]

Hey

Hey hey

Guess what? It’s someone’s birthday today!

That’s right, my dear Inception fandom peeps, if my calendar is to be believed - and I hope it is! - then today is the birthday of our own beloved @lolahardy !!

Happy birthday, Lola ❤️

Also, I wrote you a Thing. Just a lil ~500 word piece, featuring our favorite pair of silly boys, lol. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you have the loveliest of lovely birthdays today.

Not putting it under a cut because, again, it’s only a little over 500 words, so not too long.

Tags: baked goods, schmoop, tooth-rotting fluff, slight slight slight references to sex (I’d probably rate it a T juuuuust in case, but this is like the lightest T rating you’ll ever see, lol), Eames has a sweet tooth and Arthur decides to enable him.

———

“Happy birthday,” Arthur said.

The cake looked immaculate, situated as it was, perfectly centered on their kitchen table. Every dip and wave of frosting was perfect. Each candle equidistant from each other. It was all so very Arthur, and Eames loved it almost as much as he loved him.

“Oh, darling,” he said, drawing Arthur close for a kiss. “Yet again, you’ve outdone yourself.”

Arthur’s cheeks were slightly pink. “You say that every year.”

“Because every year, it’s still true.” He smiled. “You grab the plates while I cut?”

Turns out, it tasted like perfection too. The smoother than smooth lemon buttercream frosting adding just the right amount of tangy bite to the sweeter cake. Eames couldn’t help his satisfied groans at the peach and strawberry flavours bursting over his tongue. The taste, and the sight of Arthur’s face getting even pinker at the noises he was making, was absolutely everything to him.

Mouth half-full, Eames started to say “At the risk of repeating myself-“

“Don’t.” Arthur took a small bite of his own slice. “It’s good, yeah?”

“It’s perfect.” Eames swallowed his last bite, and moved to serve himself another piece. “All three of my favourite flavours, conveniently in one gorgeous package? I almost didn’t want to eat it.”

“Almost.” They shared a smirk. A long stretch of comfortable silence followed. Well, silent other than the frankly obscene noises Eames made as he enjoyed his cake. Halfway through his third (and as it would turn out, last… for now) slice of his birthday meal, Eames observed, with sly pleasure, Arthur loosening his shirt at the collar. Seemed like his vocalizations were having the desired effect. His darling was looking almost as pink as the crumb on the cake he’d made.

“You know,” Eames said after getting another mouthful down, “there’s one somewhat unfortunate thing about this.”

Arthur’s brow furrowed. “What’s that?” He seemed genuinely confused, and a little concerned that he might have messed up or forgotten something.

“Tragically, my actual favorite flavour in the world isn’t one that usually finds its way into baked goods.” He gave his partner a sidelong look. “A bit more of a… personal touch, that one.”

It took Arthur a minute. But then, he groaned.

“Eames, please. I’m trying to eat.”

“Still made you smile though.” Eames nudged his leg under the table.

“Pretty sure I’ve done nothing but smile this whole entire day.”

“Even while baking?”

“Especially while baking.” Arthur looked down at Eames hand sitting on the tablecloth, and covered it with his own. “You know how much I enjoy doing things like this. For you.”

Now it was Eames’ turn to blush. “No fair getting so sappy, love. Not after my best attempts at salaciousness.”

That got him a dry chuckle. “If that’s your best attempt, then there goes the rest of my plans for this evening.”

Eames gasped. “Why, Arthur,” he practically purred. “How very forward of you.”

A squeeze of his hand. “Finish your cake, Mr. Eames, and maybe you’ll get to have some of your ‘favorite’ flavor before the night is through.”

He barely tasted the last few bites. And sometime later, as he caught his breath on the comedown, all he could think was that it was worth it.

[sinfullyrosey]

Cream-Filled Buns

Trey Clover X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Groping, Spanking, Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, (Almost) Caught in the Act, Orgasm Denial, Creampie, Dom!Trey

TWST Fandom: Ew, Tr*y smut? Disgusting. Give us dragon boi or the eel twins.

Me: Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man, pound reader’s cake as fast as you can. Pat it and prick it and fill it with cum. Spank it real hard and redden those buns.~

The fresh smell of baked goods wafted in the air of the Heartslabyul kitchen, a certain green-haired vice dorm head once again preparing for the latest Unbirthday Party.

Plates of desserts of all kinds deliciously graced the counters as Trey worked to finish up the remaining batch before the party was to start. This celebration was especially special, calling for the treats to be fresh and still warm when they decorate the table.

It was a time indicative task, but nothing the baker couldn’t handle. As long as there are no distractions and grubby, little hands to try and sneak a taste, he should be done soon.

“Oh, Trey~!”

Well, so much for no distractions.

Trey’s eyes followed the sound as your skipping self came into frame. A big smile was on your face as you made your way over to the island counter he was working at, hands clasped behind your back in faux innocence.

He returned your greetings, refilling the icing dispenser as your gaze scanned across the table at the rows of delectable delights. Your tongue poked out at the corner as mischievous thoughts ran through your head.

“And what do I owe the pleasure, oh Prefect of Ramshackle?” He inquired.

Matching his cheeky tone, you quickly snuck some icing from one of the cupcakes and popped your finger in your mouth before Trey could notice.

“Well, Vice Dorm Head of Heartslabyul, I just came by to visit my favorite person on campus.”

He gave you an unconvinced look, returning back to his cupcake decorating. Trey knew the real reason you were here. It’s the same reason for all your visits, to sneak a taste or two when you think he’s not looking.

“No, really Trey, honest! I also came by to show you my outfit before anyone else could get a peak. Look!”

You gave a little twirl. The helm of your skirt fanning out like the petals of the garden’s roses. Trey looked up from his work to softly smile at your antics.

The blouse, skirt, and vest combo was designed after the Heartslabyul dorm, featuring a black and white checkered pattern with bright reds.

“Custom made and comfy! Think Riddle will approve?”

Trey was putting the finishing touches on some of the treats while he gave you a once over. He settled with a curt nod before turning his attention back to his work.

“You’ll just have to show and ask him yourself.”

You huffed at his lack of enthusiasm, but quickly perked up as another opportunity to sneak yourself a sweet treat presented itself once more.

You quickly glanced at him to make sure the coast was clear before swiping another dollop of the sugary sweet frosting. The strawberry buttercream melted on your tongue and coated your tastebuds in the divine flavor.

The soft call of your name brought you out of your daydreaming and you brought your attention back to the man standing in front of you. He was looking at you with that welcoming smile that always got your cheeks flushed a bright pink.

“Would you like to come over and assist me in decorating?”

You blinked at the request, still processing what he had just said. He chuckled at your dumbfounded, yet cute expression, and gestured for you to walk around over to his side.

You could only obey, not wanting to further embarrass yourself over something so trivial. You stood beside him, waiting for him to instruct you on what to do, knowing full well how precise and specific the Heartslabyul Dorm’s standards on desserts were.

“So, what do you want me to do exact-“

Trey interrupted your question by placing his hands on your waist and gently guiding your body to where you were now, standing right in front of him, back facing him and front facing the counter. He was right behind you, body almost pressed flush against yours.

“Um, Trey?” You squeaked.

Next, he gently took your hands into his, making you flush even more, as he had you properly hold the frosting dispenser in your grasp. His grasp never let go of yours as he began to slowly guide your movements. Your face flushed at the intimacy of it, how close he was to you, and how his arms were wrapped around you, preventing you from leaving.

“Just going to finish up the last few of these together, okay? Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

You nodded and allowed him to guide your movements from cupcake to cupcake. You watched as each swirly, little dollop was smoothly applied to each caketop, your shared actions growing into an easy rhythm. Trey was right, it wasn’t all that too difficult, with his help that is. You would even say it was a little fun! You were smiling proudly at your accomplishment when the silence was broken by a sudden shift in tone that had your spine tingling with sudden nerves.

“You think you’re quite the sneaky one, don’t you Prefect?”

You sharply inhale at his accusation but refused to let him on to anything. You kept your gaze strictly on the cupcakes and icing and pretended like you had no idea what he was referring to. But Trey wasn’t swayed and continued.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed those devious, little fingers of yours stealing a taste or two when you think I’m not looking.”

Shit. He knew.

He let out a faux sigh of disappointment and guided you to the ruined cupcakes you snatched earlier and started to add more icing to them once more. You gulped and simply followed along, not wanting to get into any more trouble than you probably already were.

“All my hard work, ruined, because one naughty student couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.”

“But-but I’m making it up by helping you finish them now… right?”

He chuckled and you perked up hopefully. This isn’t the first time you two have exchanged teasing banter before; you’re always messing around with Trey and he always inevitably sends you off with a playful warning.

“Hm, true…”

He removes his hands from yours and puts the icing dispenser aside. He then gently places his hands on your hips, making you jump at the unexpected contact. Your face started to heat up when you suddenly started to feel the sensation of something slowly grinding itself against your backside.

“… but we’re not finished just yet. There’s just two more buns that need filling.”

“Huh?”

“There’s a pair of nice, round buns right here.~”

You squeaked as both of your buttcheeks were grabbed by the baker. Your face reddened, eyes wide, and body straightened.

“T-trey?! What are you-“

“You said you were making it up to me, yes? Well, just help me finish this last dessert and you can head to the Unbirthday Party, punishment-free.”

You bit the inside of your cheek in thought. You did say that, and you were being naughty earlier, not to mention that he was giving you an out right now, but… You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t something you’ve wanted for a while now. It was no secret that you liked Trey (along with like half of the Heartslabyul Dorm) and would love to have your hole stuffed with him. But in the kitchen, out in the open? Could you really risk doing so where anyone could walk right in and see what you two were doing?

You gulped and let out an embarrassed huff.

“O-okay, I’ll help. So, what do I do?”

He smiled and hummed, thumb aimlessly rubbing circles against your still clothed bottom.

“First, we need to knead it just a bit; get it nice and ready.”

He used one hand to lift up and push aside your skirt, exposing your panties to him. Next, skilled hands began to meticulously grope and massage the flesh of your ass, squeezing and pinching. Your hand flew up to your mouth to stifle the noises that wanted so desperately to spill out. You unconsciously spread your legs to allow better access for him.

Fingers pressed into the supple fat and spread your asscheeks apart, before letting go and letting them jiggle back into place. His hands would start at the lower back thighs and slowly make their way up, still occasionally squeezing along the way. His thumbs grazed along your slit, sending a sudden jolt of pleasure and making you jump. You whined when he pulled your panties up to expose more skin and caused the cotton cloth to press tightly against your neglected pussy.

“Now we need to get them hot and ready.”

A loud slap resonated in the quiet kitchen, followed by your pitched yelp. Your cheek jiggled and stung from the sudden assault from the male’s hand. He chuckled at your reaction and slapped the other cheek, causing another yelp from you. Soon after, an array of spanks followed suite. You had to steady yourself against the counter, one hand gripping the table’s edge and the other pressed against your mouth to muffle your startled sounds.

“A-ah, Trey..!” You whined.

Your poor bottom was reddening with each slap to your exposed flesh, jiggling with every harsh swat he delivered. Before long, your ass was a bright red and stung. Your whole body felt hot by this point, especially your rear, which felt like it just got out of the oven and was now cooling in the kitchen air.

“Ah, I can feel that they’re nice and hot.” He grinned, massaging the plump, round mounds.

His hands dipped to your groin, pressing the pads of his fingers against your slit, rubbing along the folds and grazing your puffy clit. You were soaking through your panties, sticky essence staining the undergarment and oozing out of your needy cunt.

“I think they’re about ready to be stuffed with my cream. Don’t you think so, Prefect?”

You let out an impatient groan, rubbing your thighs together in desperation.

“Trey, p-please…” You whined. “Just stick it in already!”

Sly, golden eyes watched as you shuddered and rocked your hips against his in a measly attempt to relieve some of the growing pressure in your lower regions. He chuckled at you one last time before gently pulling your panties down past your knees and finally getting to the main course.

“Alright, alright, so impatient.~”

Rustling was heard as the older student unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardened member. He gave it a few more strokes, just to be sure if was perky and ready, just for you. You then sharply inhaled at the presence of the head of his cock pressing against your plush lips, prodding at the entrance before slowly sliding the tip in.

Trey placed his hands back along your hips, rubbing encouraging circles against them as you adjusted to his girth. You had to place your hands back on the table to steady yourself when he suddenly thrusted into you. His size stretched your tight walls, slowly making its way deeper into your pussy as he gave light thrusts. You couldn’t help but let out a satisfied moan when you felt him fully sheathed into you, reaching every slick-covered nook and crevice.

It felt, so, good.

So full.

Like you were completely stuffed to the brim with his cock.

Once he felt that your body had completely relaxed, melting into that of jelly, walls fluttering for more and mouth in a goofy grin, he finally started to pound into you for real. And Great Sevens above, it felt amazing.

With every thrust, you could feel your walls squeeze him and pull him back inside. Slick building up and leaking onto your length and past your entrance, making a slight mess of both of you and the tiles. His tip kept hammering into that special spot inside you, sending wave after wave of hot, searing pleasure shooting straight to your core like electricity. Your eyes rolled back as you lost yourself to the pleasure you’ve craved for so long now.

The kitchen was filled with the sounds of skin slapping and your quiet, drawn-out moans. Your mind had grown hazy from the overwhelming sensation, toes now curling as you felt the coil in your abdomen tighten and build, approaching that oh-so wanted burst of ecstasy. Lust-filled eyes began to droop and close once you felt that very coil just about to snap and unravel everything. You sighed and worked to meet his thrusts, pushing backwards when he pushed forward, all in order to tip yourself over the edge.

“Trey, how are the pastries coming along? The Unbirthday Party is due to start soon.”

Eyes snapped open as you looked at the entrance to the kitchen to find the dormleader himself come striding in. He made eye contact with Trey before promptly noticing you, an eyebrow raised and frown present on his face. The redhead crossed his arms and approached the two of you, a look of query clear on his face.

“Oh, I was unaware that the Ramshackle Prefect had arrived. What are you doing in the kitchen? You should be seated at the table!”

You were sweating nervously as Riddle stood on the other side of the table, right in front of you and Trey. The table was fairly high, obscuring some of the absolute debauchery taking place in the Hearstlabyul’s very kitchen, but was it enough to hide everything?

“Sorry Riddle, she was helping me finish off the last batch and would head off to join Ace and Deuce as soon as they were finished. They’re about ready.”

You were appreciative of Trey’s ability to be so confidently coolheaded in situations like this, allowing you to relax, knowing that he had everything under control. Even when you were mentally panicking. Riddle seemed accepting of the explanation, turning his attention briefly to the decorated desserts, seemingly searching for a particular one among the bunch, presumingly his beloved tart.

“Hm, alright then… but hurry up, I won’t tolerate lateness from either my guest or my vice housewarden!”

You could breathe a mental sigh of relief, knowing you actually got away with it and that Trey was able to steer the dormhead away before any mental scaring could occur. Maybe now you could get back to business before the sudden, abrupt interruption ripped your orgasm away and finally cum.

“Oh, before you head off, what do you think of the Prefect’s lovely, new attire? She wore it especially for the Unbirthday Party.~”

Scratch that.

He’s an asshole, just like the rest of the shitheads at this school.

Your body stiffened when you felt Riddle’s attention back on you, eyes squinted at your outfit. He tilted his head, muttering how he couldn’t exactly see it behind the table. You began to panic again, knowing you couldn’t just move away from Trey, risking the unmistakable sound of his dick slinking its way out of your wet pussy with a loud “pop!”

Seriously, what the hell did he expect you to do in this situation?!

“U-um, well, actually… I wanted it to be a surprise for when we all sat at the table, b-but I guess I can give you a little peak…”

With a nervous gulp, you step back, forcing the taller male to step back with you, so as to not obscure your skirt from Riddle’s view. It was then that you realized that your long skirt served as a curtain towards your filthy acts, falling in such a way that nobody standing in front could see Trey’s dick deep in you. You grabbed at the sides and raised them up in a mock curtsey, trying to cover as much as possible. You smiled as best you could and whispered a shy, “Well?”

Now it was Riddle’s turn to be embarrassed as he coughed into his hand, looking away with a soft blush on his cheeks. It wasn’t common for you to wear such attire on campus, so once he got a proper look at you, he became a bit flustered. After all, you were the only girl attending NRC, currently.

“It’s, it’s lovely… A-anyways, I’ll leave you two to it then! Don’t be late!”

Finally, the dorm leader left, leaving you alone with Trey once more. You physically sighed this time, relaxing back against Trey, who only laughed at your suffering. The prick.

“Well, that just ruined my orgasm, so~o, lets get on with this-“

The green-haired baker hummed, hands resting on your hips once more, this time rougher than last time. You looked up at him questioning his interruption. He leaned down so that his mouth was right next to your ear. His warm breath sending a chill down your spine and causing your walls to tighten around him once more. That when you noticed that his dick twitch inside of you, still rock hard and penetrating you nice and deep.

“It didn’t ruin mine.~”

And with that, he continued where he left off, rougher and faster, balls slapping against your ass with every brutal thrust. Your eyes widened and a loud gasp escaped past your wide, open lips. You could barely steady yourself as he abused your poor hole, not once stopping and only chasing his high. The coil built itself up once again, but wouldn’t reach to fruition as Trey, with two or three final, deep thrusts where he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, reached his own orgasm… without you.

He let out a deep grunt as his thick, hot cream shot out and began filling you up to the brim. A few droplets slipped past and dripped onto the tile and parts of your inner thighs. You shuddered at the feeling of his cum filling you completely, sticking to your walls.

You were left panting against the table’s edge, legs wobbly, while he slipped himself out of you, spilling more creamy cum and making a very lewd squelching sound. Your clit was throbbing from neglect, insides fluttering over the rough treatment. Your body was still clenching, both from the lack of release and to keep the mess inside you and off of the already dirty floor.

You blinked away the bleariness and felt him lift your panties back up and secured onto you properly. You gave him a questioning look, but he only sweetly smiled at you.

“Wait… what about my orgasm..?”

“Consider this the punishment for sticking your fingers where they don’t belong.”

Your dazed eyes widened up at him, a pout forming on your face as the realization that you weren’t going to be getting any proper satisfaction any time soon, slowly hit. A few tears of frustration formed in your eyes and you clenched your fists.

“But Trey, that’s not fai-mph!”

A sugary sweet cookie was shoved into your mouth, silencing you. Trey smiled down at your pleading look and chuckled. He adjusted your skirt and vest, smoothing out the wrinkles and making you look presentable again.

“You’ve already doddled enough and the others are expecting you, so it’s best you get to the table. Now, run along, dear.~”

And with that, he kissed you on the head and gestured you out of the kitchen so that he could begin bringing the pastries out to the table.

You whined in protest but could only obey and shuffle your way towards the table, where the others were indeed waiting. The slick sensation of the baker’s creamy release still sloshing along in your walls and dripping past your swollen, needy lips, thankfully hidden underneath your skirt. You took a seat, cringing at the quiet squelching sound between your legs, and huffed in frustration as you nibbled at the cookie, ignoring the concerned glances from your friends.

This tea party better end soon so you could relieve this torturous aching between your legs!

And get yourself cleaned up too…

[jjkeremika]

a bakers dozen (1/2)

mikasa ackerman x eren jaeger (eremika) — nsfw-leaning

twelve times eren gave mikasa a sweet treat

eren started baking as a hobby. at first it was an activity he shared with his mum, learning generational recipes and expert advice. but carla often chastised the poor boy for loose pours and inaccurate weights, and eren decided he preferred baking alone.

when he finally told mikasa and armin about his new passion, the quiet pretty girl said she’d love to try some, act like a taste-tester for the curious baker.

the hold her words had on his heart and mind were borderline embarrassing. eren spent the entire night searching through his mum’s recipe books and dog-earring sweets he thought mikasa might like, recounted everything he knew of her to decipher her favorites.

the simple stuff had to be first: cookies. the recipe was plain, a simple vanilla sugar cookie, but eren was confident—the only type he’d ever seen her pick from a tray while spoiled for choice.

as eren handed her the plate the next day, he second-guessed if maybe he should’ve decorated them, whipped up some icing and laced each biscuit with some dressage. he considered it all night—ultimately decided it definitely would be worse if he overwrought her sweet tooth, and left the icing for a future letter.

the lick of her lips after each bite caught and held eren’s attention. each crumb delicious enough to warrant its emergence. he felt himself holding his breath before she spoke, “i’m excited to try the next goodie,” with a pristine grin, her tongue still poking out.

the second recipe was a coffee streusel brownie, one gifted from mikasa’s mother for a holiday gathering. after two batches and a lifetime with ingredients on a scale, eren packed the product into a glass tupperware and dreamt of her tongue all night.

“hey, miks.” eren had a hearty smile, carried the brownies so elegantly. when he handed her the container, the way her lips pressed into an o at the dessert etched permanently into his brain.

he watched her take a bite, felt hot with his gaze fixed on her biting into the brownie, felt the restrictive hold over his chest as he intimately watched her mouth welcome the treat, noticed the way it sat so perfectly on her pink tongue. he swiped his tongue along his teeth, wanted to bite into her skin the way her pearly teeth sank into the treat.

she exclaimed in delight, covered her mouth with her palm to eren’s dismay, “eren! this is delicious!” her smile was unreal. “mum, dad, you have to try this!”

the third and fourth recipes were inspired by her fast approaching birthday. with armin planning a bash for the ages, eren was tasked with baking her cake. due to annie’s strong dislike of chocolate and armin’s strong like of annie, the party cake was designated a basic three-layer vanilla sponge cake. the text received a virtual and literal eye roll. armin was too amenable.

eren was less so, and opted to bake mikasa’s favorite cake instead: triple chocolate fudge cake. it was her birthday after all. while it was in the oven, melting chocolate coating his apron and decorating his arms, the guilt set in and eren started mixing the sponge cake too.

after spending hours stenciling birthday messages and test-writing in icing, when armin told him to hurry up, eren topped the sponge with a lavender message and prepared it for the party.

before she could eat the slice gifted by armin, eren pulled her to the side. “it’s not much, but.” he was nervous, his voice matching the shakiness of his hands as he held the chocolate cake. “happy birthday, miks.”

the love struck boy surprised her with the next dessert: red velvet cupcakes, buttercream frosting. it was under the guise of her mother’s birthday, but in reality eren was trying to see her.

he’d had a vision the entire time, of her biting into the cupcake, of the creamy frosting settling around her mouth and nose, of her licking her lips clean. eren debated putting some frosting on his neck, wondered if maybe she’d lick that spotless too.

the eager bounce of his cock against his restraining jeans once he witnessed her remove buttercream from her finger with a whimsy wrap of her tongue was rewarding enough. the sight provided a top tier memory reserve; a quick recall for when he was alone.

not much of a treat, but a sourdough dinner roll was perfectly suited for armin’s italian pasta night. eren spent two days preparing the best starter and dough for the occasion. the excitement on mikasa’s face when the rolls were unveiled paired better than the oils and dips.

the seventh treat earned a moan. one bite into the fluffy, airy croissant and a hearty, “m’oh, this is good,” eased out, matched with a delectable smile. she held the remaining croissant between delicate fingers, and eren watched with dilated pupils as she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

with her neck on blatant display, eren’s mouth watered and he felt every tendon and ligament holding his muscles back, preventing himself from pouncing on her, caging his mouth from relentlessly exploring the soft flesh.

“eren,” her tone was questioning and soothing, the pronunciation of his name haunting the sound off anyone else’s lips, “do you remember those cookies you made? months and months ago?” he swallowed despite the dryness in his throat, couldn’t bring himself to vocalize his remembrance. “you should make those again.”

she never gave him a timeline, so eren assigned one himself. the next day. he was too excited to sleep. spent the whole night thinking of the crumbs sleeping on her thin bottom lip, wanted to be at the tip of her tongue when she evicted the remnants.

despite the drowsiness, he skipped the whole trail to her home. each sprite step furthering his gait, excitement and anticipation at seeing the beauty unraveling his stomach, eating away at the lining.

with her fingertips pristinely holding a sugar cookie, the other hand gently rubbing eren’s upper arm, she requested another baked good. “not to be your boss or anything,” she prefaced with a joke, poked the dimple as it appeared on his cheek, “but i would love if you made donuts.”

“sourdough?” the question was immediate. his brain already racing through previously-scanned pages of recipe books for an idea. anything she wanted of him, he’ll do. her giggle stretched his smile to both ears. he could feel the lighter wind around them.

there was more thought in dessert preparation this time. with armin’s birthday approaching and eren’s dislike of baking cake, donuts became the perfect alternative. eren shaped them into letters instead, small makeshift happy armin’s b-day donuts, with the leftovers molded into an m.

the donuts were a hit at the party, and eren waited until him and mikasa were alone to show her the remaining dough. “it’s an m… for mikasa,” he explained lamely, gesturing awkwardly, “for you.”

his torso was captured between her strong arms, hands clasping at his back to keep him in place. the warmth radiating onto his front, the gentle waft of lavender from her hair, the hollowness of her cheek against the rigid muscles of his shoulder.

“what else can i bake for you?” the words tickled her ear, the goosebumps prickling the nerves to life. she glanced up at him, pulled away slightly so she could really look at him. eren thought of kissing her.

she hummed, swayed lightly side to side, “hm, whatever your favorite treat is.” her raised eyebrows made her eyes seem rounder, more open to interpretation, more open to him. the sparkles in her grey irises were wanting, yearning flames. “i have a feeling i’ll like whatever you bake.”

he should’ve kissed her. but he closed his eyes, rested his chin on her forehead instead, her scent flooded his lungs, held it in until the organs were on fire, exhaled so slowly as to not disturb the thin, whimsical strands of black hair.

did he have a favorite treat? it’s been a while, but carla’s blueberry muffins—those were definitely his favorites.

once armin and mikasa arrived, the three of them dug into the muffins before even starting the movie. “ooph—eren!” mikasa moaned with a covered open smile, reached for his arm, “so good.” eren stretched his arm closer, tried to extend the duration of contact.

“yeah, ren, seriously,” armin muffled out through a full mouth, “you’re improving a lot.” eren blushed when he noticed mikasa’s unbreaking eye contact, still held firm on him even after he glanced to armin. “you should try baking savory pies too. beef and ale pie would be delicious.”

mikasa shaped her lips into a circle. “oo, good idea.” she pointed to their blond friend, then clapped her palms together. “next movie night.”

eren tapped his finger against the counter, invisibly pulled to mikasa’s hand inches away, like a magnet withheld from its faithful opposition. the smirk was small, like it was kept to himself, and he was already considering what dessert would pair well with her smile, what cookie crumb would cause her tongue to creep out.

the beef and ale pie was a hit, the leftovers eagerly eaten up by a starved carla and grisha after a fun night out. the crust was mikasa’s favorite part, even hand-feeding the baker part of her crust, her fingertips lingering on the tip of his tongue.

the action replayed in eren’s nightly dreams, and joined with the sensation of him in her arms, with the visual of licking buttercream off her lip—eren was reaching a limit he didn’t know he had, a boiling in a kettle he didn’t realize was on.

like a runner crossing a finish line, eren beat a personal record in inviting her over, to taste the lemon tart he baked during the lame afternoon and potentially start something new. something exciting.

“hey, eren,” mikasa greeted first, slipping her arms under his arms, around his waist, before eren could even close the door. eren hesitantly returned her hold, took even breaths to calm his formula one racing heart. eren wondered if she could hear his uneven heart beat, his stuttering breaths.

“thanks for coming.” the words were muffled by her hair, the temptation of a faint kiss to her hairline bordering irresistible. “i made a lemon tart.” his voice was foreign to his own ears, strained and focused, held back with a shrouded intent. “but i was thinking you could help me decide what to make next.”

she slipped her jacket off, exposed her tight, green long-sleeve shirt. the same dark green that she told eren he looked good in, the color that made his eyes pop.

“i already have a starter going, so i can make anything.” eren put his apron back on, tied it around his waist and pulled the sourdough starter out of the fridge. “so, really, it’s up to what you would you want to eat.”

“is this the tart?” her finger was pointing to the yellow dessert, where the whipped cream was starting to sink inside from being added prematurely. eren answered, and her finger swiped in the middle, popping it right into her mouth with a sweet hum. a sight for the ages. “delicious.”

the pink on his cheeks was pristine, and mikasa adored how no matter how many compliments she supplied him, he reacted as smitten and coyly as the first. eager to please, thrilled to know he has.

“do cinnamon buns sound okay?” the question caught her off guard, brought her out of her adoring trance. admiring eren was easy. finding herself lost in the admiration was easier. “i have a whole recipe book if you want something else. totally easy to change.” he was rambling, adjusting to projected unspoken objections. the flipping of the pages provided him adequate background noise. “so many recipes. like it’s so easy to pick something els—”

mikasa’s hand covered his, rubbed her thumb against the coarse skin. rough from regular handwashing between bakes and less regular moisturizing. “cinnamon buns sound great,” she murmured, “but i’d like to help you.” she stood up off the stool. eren immediately pictured her licking rogue frosting off her finger, off him. “can i have an apron too?”

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

I was recently reminded that cupcakes can also be called “fairy cakes”, so I am now curious if any of the fairy boys have tried cupcakes before? If so, so they have a favorite type of cake and/or frosting?

I have to imagine Sun would be overjoyed to have one and could easily eat the whole thing (despite it being nearly as big as him), but how would Moon and Lunar react?

Sun has eaten cupcakes before! He thinks they are delicious! He's tried to get Moon to try one, but his brother is so off-put by how sweet cupcakes are that it gives him a stomachache just looking at one. Lunar would maybe try the icing but that's about it.

Sunny likes chocolate cupcakes with buttercream icing.

[fictionkinfessions]

helloooo pony nation! today i baked 24 brownie bites (some with m&ms, some with cholesterol almonds, some with sprinkles and some plain), 3 lemon cakes with lemon buttercream frosting, 6 lemon bars and a whoooole strawberry cheesecake!!!

i haven't been able bodied enough to bake it quite a bit but boy oh boy oh boy!!!! i was in less pain today and i'm so happy i got to do some baking!!!!!

i used a ton of sparkly glitter sprinkles into the cheesecake crust and i get to fully decorate it in the morning!!! my roommates (starlight and fluttershy) love all the sweets im baking and we're having a mlp watch party in my room now!! yay!!!

-pinkie pie <333333

x

[koolkat9]

Birthday Fic

Rating: T

Relationship: England + Wales + Canada + America

Word Count: 968

Read on AO3

Five to Twenty-Five

“What are you doing, Uncle Dylan?”

A voice as soft and sweet as the buttercream he was currently mixing called. Two blue eyes with flecks of purple peeked out of the left side of the doorframe.

“Oh, Matthew!“ Just in time,” Dylan beamed. “I’m making your father's favourite cake for his birthday, and I could use a taste tester.”

The eyes lit up. "Really?"

Dylan giggled. “Of course! Now come, come.”

He scooped some of the frosting on the spoon and brought it down to Matthew. The boy took a cautious lick. He let out an excited ‘mmm’ before cleaning the spoon of the white, fluffy goodness.

“I take it I did a good job?”

Matthew nodded eagerly.

Dylan put the bowl to the side and checked on the cake in the oven. Matthew crept closer, trying to catch a peek.

“Can I help?” Matthew asked.

“ Well…Unfortunately, the cake is almost done.”

Matthew’s face fell, head hanging low.

“But, you can help me with the icing,” Dylan quickly added, crouching down to be at the boy’s level.

“Okay!”

Dylan picked Matthew up to wash his hands before setting up a stepping stool, so he could reach the counter. Matthew eyed the bowl of buttercream next to him, little fingers crawling over to it.

“Ah ah ah,” Dylan tisked, though there was a playful smile on his lips. “You’ll get a belly ache, and we may not have enough to finish Dad’s cake.”

Matthew curled back.

“But perhaps you can lick the spatulas when we’re done,” Dylan suggested, booping Matthew’s nose.

He turned back to the oven and checked on the cake. Deeming it cooked, he pulled it out and brought it over to the counter. “Now we have to get going if we want to finish before your father gets back.”

Matthew grabbed a nearby spatula and straightened up like some soldier baker. Dylan couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing his own spatula and taking a similar stance.

— — —

When Arthur returned home with Alfred from a morning of grocery shopping he heard giggling and shushing in the kitchen. Alfred had already scurried upstairs to collect his favourite stuffed animal he had forgotten to grab for their trip, leaving Arthur to investigate alone.

Dylan and Matthew were hunched over the counter, Dylan with a finger to his lips, smiling at a grinning, giggling Matthew.

Arthur leaned on the door frame, smirking to himself. “And what are you two up to?”

“Nothing,” they quickly said in unison.

They turned to Arthur, straightening up but still concealing the counter. Arthur squinted.

“Where’s Alfred?” Dylan asked.

“Upstairs. He forgot Barnaby.”

“Ah.”

“But really,” Arthur went on, “What are you planning? Corrupting my innocent, gentle Matthew?”

Dylan gave a dramatic scoff. “I would never. But you’ll see when Alfred comes down.”

“Fine…”

Moments later, Alfred came bouncing in, his bunny stuffed animal squeezed under his armpit. He only froze mid-way into the kitchen to sniff.

“Something smells good,” he exclaimed, looking around to find the source.

Matthew looked over to Dylan who nodded. The two pulled away to reveal the cake, now covered in pale green icing with frosted white roses along the edge. In the center, sat one of those candle signs reading: We stopped counting. Surely Dylan’s choice despite being the eldest brother.

“Happy birthday!” Matthew cheered, running to Arthur. Arthur scooped the boy up, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured.

“You made a cake without me?” Alfred whined, approaching Dylan.

“You wanted to go grocery shopping with your dad,” Dylan tutted, ruffling Alfred’s hair. “But you can still help us eat it. First though…”

He looked over to Arthur, who was trying to hide a growing grin. Dylan rummaged through the drawer for a lighter and lit the three wicks of the candle. Stepping away, he pulled Alfred with him to give room for Arthur.

With Matthew still in his arms, Arthur leaned down and blew out the candles. When he was done, Matthew hugged him tightly. Dylan and Alfred joined him in shouting ‘Happy birthday’ once more.

“Now, time for cake!” Alfred demanded, running back to the counter. He tried to swipe a bit of icing, but Dylan quickly grabbed the cake first.

“Alfred,” Arthur barked, “You were so good this morning. Don’t start acting up now. Patience.”

Alfred pouted, wandering to the corner with crossed arms. But it wasn’t long before he was rushing back over to get a piece when the cake was finally cut.

“That boy and his moods,” Arthur huffed, taking a bite of his cake.

“Just like his daddy,” Dylan teased, pinching his baby brother’s cheek.

“Quit it!” Arthur waved the hand away.

They watched the two boys eat their cake and Alfred telling Matthew all about the harrowing tale of his trip to the grocery store.

“I still remember when you were five,” Dylan mused. “Always following me around, wanting to play wizards or fairies. And now you’re twenty-five.”

“Please don’t get sentimental on me,” Arthur groaned.

Dylan only laughed, ruffling Arthur’s hair like he did when they were kids. Arthur growled in annoyance, fluffing up his hair into its proper mess.

“Thank you, for all of this,” Arthur whispered.

“It’s what brothers do.” A wide smile spread across Dylan’s face, wrapping an arm around Arthur. “But I can’t take all the credit. Matthew did help me get the icing done in time.”

“Well, remind me to thank him later.”

The two turned back to the boys. Alfred was now a mess of green and white icing, and Matthew was trying not to laugh at him. Arthur sighed.

“I got it,” Dylan intervened, already grabbing some paper towels. “You go get some more cake.”

Arthur gave a thankful smile before cutting himself some more cake.

[ticklishprincey]

Lee branch Ler poppy?

✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. I don't usually write these types of fanfics (bc I have no idea how romantic relationships work and I feel like I'm going to be offending someone *cough cough* Can you tell I've been single for too damn long I just got a partner ya'll) But this one turned out well and I think I did good. ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Warnings: Tickling, idk if there's anything else ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. Pairings: Lee!Branch & Ler!Poppy ✰✰✰ The scent of vanilla frosting and citrus blossoms lingered in the air as Poppy knelt beside the wicker hamper, unpacking their honeymoon picnic. Branch, still sporting a drowsy smile from their afternoon nap, stretched languidly on the checkered blanket.

"Honeymoon picnic under the stars? You're spoiling me," Branch said, his voice thick with sleep. Poppy winked. "Just a little something to tide you over until dinner." She produced a plate piled high with fluffy sugar cookies, their edges dusted with pink and lavender sprinkles. "Besides, I figured we could use a little more laughter after that wedding cake incident."

Branch chuckled, remembering the buttercream frosting that ended up adorning not just their faces, but a bewildered-looking groomsman's toupee as well.

As Poppy settled beside him, a playful glint lit up her eyes. "Remember that time we had a tickle fight after we got your brothers back and settled in?"

Branch's smile widened. "How could I forget? You had me begging for mercy in front of them."

"Maybe it's time for a rematch, twig," Poppy said, her voice teasing.

Before Branch could react, she darted under his arm, sending shivers down his spine with her feathery touch. Squealing with laughter, he lunged for her, tackling her playfully onto the blanket. A flurry of tickles erupted as Poppy squirmed, her giggles echoing in the twilight.

Branch, emboldened by her laughter, went for her most sensitive spots - her sides, her knees, the soft skin behind her neck. Poppy shrieked, doubling over, tears welling up in her eyes from a mixture of mirth and breathlessness.

"W-wait! I surrender!" she gasped, waving a white napkin.

Branch, catching his breath, leaned back, a victorious grin on his face. "Just admit defeat, my love."

Poppy, wiping a stray tear, playfully swatted at his arm. "Alright, alright. You win this round. But don't think this is over."

As they lay there, chests heaving with laughter, a comfortable silence settled between them. The fireflies began to twinkle on, like tiny stars scattered across the deepening blue canvas of the night sky.

Branch wrapped his arm around Poppy, pulling her close. "You know," he murmured, "being your husband is even better than I imagined."

Poppy snuggled closer, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "Being your wife," she whispered, "is turning out to be quite the adventure."

They gazed up at the star-dusted sky, hand in hand, the promise of a lifetime of laughter and love twinkling alongside the fireflies. The tickle fight might have been over, but the playful affection that bloomed between them, like the sweetness of frosting on a summer night, was just beginning. ✰✰✰ ✿.｡.:* ☆:**:. EEEEEEE I love getting requests like this one it's so refreshing to have to write something other than a college letter. (ya boy is ✨struggling✨)

[life-winners-liveblog]

Medley Time

The Extended Clocker family presents: The Crybaby Mix.

LimL!Cleo: 🎶Blood still stains when the sheets are washed🎶sex don't sleep when the lights are off🎶Kids are still depressed when you dress them up🎵and syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup🎵

...

LimL!Cleo: 🎶He's still dead when you're done with the bottle🎶Of course, it's a corpse that you keep in the cradle🎵Syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup🎵

*tone shift*

SL!Lizzie: 🎵Did my invitations disappear?🎵Why did I put my heart in every cursive letter?🎶Tell me why the hell no one is here?🎵Tell me what to do to make it all feel better🎵

DL!Scar: 🎶Maybe It's all a cruel joke on me🎵 whatever whatever🎵

SL!Lizzie: 🎶Just means there's way more cake for me🎵forever forever 🎶

LimL!Bdubs: 🎶1, 2 melatonin is coming for you🎵3,4 baby won't you lock the door?🎶5, 6 I'm done with this🎵 7, 8 it's getting late, so close your eyes, sleep for days🎶

LimL!Cleo: 🎶Blood still stains when the sheets are washed🎶sex don't sleep when the lights are off🎶Kids are still depressed when you dress them up🎵and syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup🎵

LimL!Bdubs: 🎵Can anybody hear me, am I hidden underground?🎶Can anybody hear me, am I talking to myself?🎵 Saying Tag you're it🎶Tag tag you're it🎵 Saying Tag you're it🎶Tag tag you're it🎵

...

LimL!Bdubs: 🎶Little bit of poison in me🎵I can taste your skin in my teeth🎶I love it when I hear you breathing 🎶I hope to god you're never leaving 🎵

DL!Scar: 🎵Round and round like an horse on a carousel🎵 Will I catch up to love? I can never tell🎶

DL!Grian: 🎶You're all on your own🎵And you lost all your friends🎶You told yourself that it's not you, it's them🎵You're one of a kind🎶And no one understands🎵But those cry baby tears keep coming back again🎶

DL!Scar: 🎶I'm peeling the skin off my face'🎵Cause I really hate being safe🎵The normals, they make me afraid🎶The crazies, they make me feel sane🎵

SL!Lizzie: 🎶I'm not a piece of cake for you to just discard🎵While you walk away with the frosting of my heart🎶

LimL!Scar: 🎵Can't take it anymore🎶 need to put you to bed 🎵sing you a lullaby where you die in the end.🎶

SL!Lizzie: 🎵You smell just like vanilla🎶🎵You taste like buttercream🎵You're filling up my senses with empty calories🎶

DL!Scar: 🎵You think you're smarter than me with all your bad poetry🎶Fuck all your ABC's, alphabet boy🎵

LimL!Bdubs: 🎵Oh Mrs. Potato Head tell me🎶Is it true that pain is beauty?🎶Does a new face come with a warranty?🎵Will a pretty face make it better?🎶

LimL!Cleo: 🎵Oh, teddy bear🎵you were my teddy bear🎶Everything was so sweet 🎶until you tried to kill me🎵

DL!Grian: 🎶D🎶 O🎶 L🎶 L 🎶H🎶 O🎶 U🎶 S 🎶E🎶 I see things that nobody else sees🎵 D🎶 O🎶 L🎶 L 🎶H🎶 O🎶 U🎶 S 🎶E🎶 I see things that nobody else sees🎵

LimL!Bdubs: 🎵You call me on the telephone, you feel so far away🎶You tell me to come over, there's some games you wanna play🎵 walkin' to your house, nobody's home🎶Just me and you and you and me alone🎶

LimL!Scar: 🎵You don't hear me when I say🎶"Mom, please wake up🎶Dad's with a slut🎵And your son is smoking cannabis🎵"No one never listens🎶 this wallpaper glistens🎶Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen🎵

DL!Scar: 🎶I love everything you do🎶When you call me fucking dumb for the stupid shit I do🎵Wanna ride my bike with you🎶Fully undressed, no training wheels left for you🎵And I'll pull them off for you🎶

DL!Grian: 🎶D🎶 O🎶 L🎶 L 🎶H🎶 O🎶 U🎶 S 🎶E🎶 I see things that nobody else sees🎵 D🎶 O🎶 L🎶 L 🎶H🎶 O🎶 U🎶 S 🎶E🎶 I see things that nobody else sees🎵

SL!Lizzie: 🎵 It's my party and I'll cry if I want to🎶It's my party and I'll cry if I want to🎵

LimL!Bdubs: 🎶Think I just remembered something🎵I think I left the faucet running🎶Now my words are filling up the tub🎵Darling, you're just soaking in it🎶 but I know you'll get out the minute🎵You notice all your fingers pruning up🎶

DL!Grian: 🎶Tired, blue boy walks my way🎵Holding a girl's hand🎵That basic bitch leaves finally🎶Now I can take her man🎵

DL!Scar: 🎶I better wash my mouth out with soap.🎵

DL!Grian:🎵Someone told me stay away from things that aren't yours🎶But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?🎵

SL!Lizzie: 🎵I feel it coming out my throat🎶Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap🎵God, I wish I never spoke🎵Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap🎶

DL!Scar: 🎶Pacify her🎵He She's getting on my nerves🎶You don't love her🎶Stop lying with those words 🎶Pacify her🎵She's getting on my nerves🎶You don't love her🎶Stop lying with those words🎵

LimL!Cleo: 🎵I feel it coming out my throat🎶Guess I better wash my mouth out with soap🎵God, I wish I never spoke🎵Now I gotta wash my mouth out with soap🎶

DL!Grian: 🎶D🎶 O🎶 L🎶 L 🎶H🎶 O🎶 U🎶 S 🎶E🎶 I see things that nobody else sees🎵 D🎶 O🎶 L🎶 L 🎶H🎶 O🎶 U🎶 S 🎶E🎶 I see things that nobody else sees🎵