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Imagine Zuko is working at the Jasmine Dragon and you are a regular :)
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I love the small town coffee shop/ cafe feel, and when you throw in a romance trope- I will smother that MF in butter and eat it for my final meal. I love my grump x sunshine tropes, if you couldn’t tell. 
This one isn’t really following a proper timeline or story, cuz I’m not using Zuko and Irohs fake names and they really are just chillin in that tea shop for this story, BUT just a fluffy idea I really like. Anywho, fluffy and some steam ;) that gets steamy. (WINK WINK)
WC: ~2100 words
So let’s imagine…
Age of Admission: 18 and Wrinkled
Zuko is a server at the Jasmine Dragon tea shop owned by his Uncle Iroh. It became super popular very fast and you thought you would check it out. You walk in one morning and come to meet the owner, he introduces himself as Iroh. He is very kind and as you two talk, you find it is only himself and his nephew who work there. Iroh points out his nephew and when you turn to look where he motions, a figure disappears into the back. You thank Iroh for his kindness and say you cannot wait to come back. You would end up becoming a regular that would come in and read for a long time when the shop was quiet but leave when it got busy.
When you would come in, Zuko was always conveniently the one to help you. He would take your order, he would give you your tea and come by your table to check if you needed anything. He was nonchalantly cold to you but… not…? You would always smile and thank him and try to make small conversation, but Zuko never really engaged, he wasn’t rude and would agree with you then quickly move on. But over time, you noticed Zuko never stopped at any of the other tables to check on them, only yours. 
Over time it is very apparent that Zuko has the biggest soft spot for you but tries not to show it. He constantly stares at you, but glances away before he gets caught. Iroh obviously takes notice fairly quickly and tries talking with Zuko, but it is short lived. Iroh comments “You two would complement each other quite well. Not to mention the smile she brings out of you, now that's quite the achievement.” Zuko only rolls his eyes as he walks into the back. 
On another day you had been sitting for almost an hour finishing your second cup of tea, in the last few chapters of your book, Zuko was glancing at you from behind the counter as he dried a teapot. Iroh tried again, “You should talk to her.” Zuko visually tenses, “What?! No! What would I even say??” He said in a harsh whisper. “You are overthinking nephew, she always tries to spark a conversation, just let your conversation rivers flow and intertwine!” Zuko looked at him blandly, Iroh gave a soft smile, “A compliment can go a long way.” Iroh patted his shoulder and went to walk among the tables conversing with the customers.
One day you had stayed particularly later than you had thought as a rush didn’t happen and you were very into your book. Eventually Zuko walks over to you and places down a small dessert, it was some sort of pear tart. You smiled up at Zuko and thanked him for the kind gesture. “Yeah, we are closing soon and there happened to be some left that didn’t sell.” Zuko said. You shot up, not noticing the time, “Oh! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize the time. Can I take it to go?” You say standing and gathering your things, you start apologizing for holding them up but Zuko was only half listening as he looked out the window at the dark street. He was worried about you being out so late and walking home alone. He cuts you off and insists it's fine and to wait till after they close and he would walk you home. Your heart flutters as it was something you knew you wanted but didn’t realize how badly. You smile and nod your head in thanks, but Iroh had overheard and insisted that Zuko could head out now as he could close himself. 
Zuko and yourself walked along the main street, the night was dark but the street lamps lit your way. You hold your book with both hands in front of you as you talk about what happened in the many chapters you read tonight. Zuko and you walk side by side, you smile as you explain the events, Zuko listens but is watching around for anything to be cautious of. You both make it back to your apartment and you thank Zuko for the kind gesture and offer him to come in. To your dismay he declines, you were sad as he turned away and waved goodnight, knowing it was out of good chivalry. After what felt like the longest walk home of his life, Zuko returns to the tea shop. Iroh welcomes Zuko back and asks how it went, Zuko snapped “Do you stick your nose into everyone’s business, or just mine?” Iroh looked at Zuko for a moment, “She asked you to stay, didn’t she?” Zuko scrunched his nose and didn’t reply, he walked back to his room.
You had come down with a cold and didn’t return to the tea shop for a couple days. But little to your knowledge, through those couple days Zuko found himself waiting for you to walk through the front doors. He found himself looking at the door every time someone walked through but disappointment cooling his veins when it wasn’t you. 
After almost a week goes by you show up again, Iroh welcomes you back warmly and insists your regular order will be out swiftly before walking into the back. You smile and take a seat, pulling out your book, not long after Zuko is at your table with your tea. Zuko makes a comment about your absence and you explain how you had gotten a cold and then tease him about missing you. Zuko starts to try and back track his comment, you can see a bit of embarrassment peek through as he tries to cover up his feelings that showed through his concern of you missing. You decide to take a leap and try to show him it's ok. “Well, I missed your company too.” you said warmly, as Zuko composed, someone walked in and up to the counter. Zuko added it was nice to have you back before heading to serve the customer.
A rush started that afternoon so you marked your place in your book, paid and left. You spent some time in the market and on your route home you passed the tea shop. You walked by slowly to see Zuko sweeping by the front door, he looked up and questioned why you were out so late. You smiled and explained about the market, told him about the shops and liveliness. While you were talking Iroh pops out from the back mid question for zuko, but pauses when he sees you. He exclaimed how nice it was to see you again with a warm smile walking to you and Zuko. You return the gesture and brief him about the market that you explained to Zuko. Iroh agreed it sounded fun and insisted You show Zuko, all closing was basically done and could finish up by himself. 
You and Zuko made your way to the market and walked around, there were many food stands, flower stands, jewelry stands, fabric stands, anything you name it was probably there. As you both walked and you talked, a cool breeze started setting in so you looped your arm through Zukos and walked closer to him, commenting on his warmth. Zuko only hummed and continued on with you, even though his heart was totally a butterfly exhibit at that moment. Once the market was fully explored, Zuko offered to walk you home again as it was very late and he should get you home.
Once again you both ended up on your apartment door step. You thanked him for a great night and him walking you back, you unlocked and opened your door, offering again for Zuko to come in. Zuko starts to insist he leaves but you cut him off with a kiss. Zuko was surprised for only a split second, but kissed you back, placing his hands on your waist. You pull away and look up at him through your eyelashes, “Please, stay for a bit”. He looked at you, “Are you sure?” he asked, keeping his hold on your waist, your shirt parted slightly from your pants and the warmth of his hand hummed against your skin. You held his gaze while you grabbed his hand, taking him inside. 
Once you were both in, you handed Zuko the keys, he closed the door and locked it. The second he turned around you moved in, you placed your hand on his jaw and chest. Zuko lavished in your kiss and put his hands on the small of your waist, bringing you in as close as possible. You felt the warmth of his body against yours, but craved more. You grab the bottom of his shirt and pull up, Zuko releases you and grabs his shirt, yanking it off quickly, returning to your lips. But this time his hands didn’t fall on your waist, they reached to the back of your thighs, hiking you up with ease as pleasant yelp of surprise from you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. The kiss was so hot you pulled away, your head falling to the side as Zuko moved to kiss your jaw and neck. “Zuko…~ah!” He hummed in response, “Zuko, bedroom… behind us…” Zuko promptly moves to the door you mention, pushing it open with his foot, stepping in and swiftly closing it with a firm but gentle kick.
Zuko set you down on the bed, you eagerly took off your shirt and you laid chest bare, not having worn underclothing today. Zuko’s hands were immediately on your torso, and chest. As Zuko kissed along your neck and collar bone, you scrape your nails down his shoulders and slide your hands along his arms, feeling the lean build of his muscle. Zuko asks if this is ok, what you both were doing, you wasted no time in confirming you were more than ok with it. You grab the waist line of his pants and pull him close, he grunts and pushes himself further against you, you gasp. Zuko goes to remove your pants, you raise your hips to quicken the process. You now laid bare before Zuko, everything for him to see. You could feel the vulnerability creep in and the natural urge to cover, but you knew you were comfortable and this is what you wanted. Your hands worked his trousers and slid them off. Zuko stood proud as he hovered over you, laying between your legs. Anticipation slid around your stomach, you kissed deeply, you could feel Zuko at your entrance, you gasped. He leaned back and looked down at where you met, grinning. Pushing forward slightly, his head pushing against your kitten. “~mmh… ah!” You moan out as he pushes further in, Zuko lets out a breath as he rests on elbows over top of you. He pushes in all the way and an audible gasp leaves your mouth as you could swear he hit an organ. He pulls out and slides back in, in the most devilish way of feeling like he is hitting deeper with every thrust. Your eyes roll back as his hips move in the perfect way, feeling his skin against yours, his muscles move against your body. Zuko puts his arms under your knees and spreads your legs wide and pushes them up, giving him better access as well as deeper penetration, which is baffling to you in that second until he continues. Now nothing is going through your mind except Zuko's breath and your moans in the air. You felt a knot in your stomach form, you tapped on his shoulder and told him you were close. He groaned and kept going as you fell apart under him, almost reaching his peak as you became so sensitive you couldn't contain the moans coming from you. But before you could think, he was about to climax. Zuko cursed and pulled out, cumming on your stomach. You both are absolutely racked from the events, Zuko takes a deep breath in, kisses you and says he will be right back. He comes back with a towel, cleaning you up and laying next to you. 
You lay on his chest and relax, both being out of breath, Zuko said something that shocked you. He exclaimed how he missed you the week you were home sick, and not at the tea shop. You smiled sweetly and cuddled closer to his warm body, explaining how everyday you couldn’t stop thinking about him either.
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doobean · 6 months
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BABY, WE'RE THE NEW ROMANTICS - SAE ITOSHI
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synopsis: As you settled your life back in Japan to continue your private catering business, your boyfriend suddenly breaks up with you, leading to your friends suggesting a famous anonymous dating app for celebrities - LoveLine. Your world is turned upside down when you find out that your next client is none other than Sae Itoshi, who happens to be the man behind the voice and unfortunately has a reputation for being utterly insufferable. ->MASTERLIST.
contents: pro player!sae, private chef!reader, afab!fem!reader, sports injury, kinda enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn, everyone is 26+, kurona is your lil part-time intern!!!, food dishes referenced duh, karasu + otoya + yukimiya being nosy but they are your OT3, drug usage (they eat the edibles), sfw (for now) word count: 5.1K (woo longer than before) a/n: SORRY THIS TOOK A WHILE i took a break to think about the direction and plot of the story and then pumped out other things hehe but im moving this series to this blog because of the eventual mature themes that'll show up!
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二 : We're so young, But we're on the road to ruin -> prev. ->next.
"You seriously can't be that upset over it."
"Shut up," You toss more pumpkins into the shopping cart in an angry fit and walk towards the next vendor before Karasu can say anything more.
He grunts as he hauls the cart, now filled with over a month's worth of seasonal ingredients, as he attempts to keep up with your speed. Though he doesn't want to admit it, the weight of everything along with maneuvering through the crowded aisle of the nation's most popular marketplace is a struggle right now. Kurona Ranze, your new intern and sous chef, jogs up right behind you with a mixture of concern and confusion warped on his face.
"Um, is there anything I can help with?" He hesitantly asks but the tone indication makes it sound like he already knows the answer.
"I wouldn't try anything, kid." Karasu huffs beside the smaller male and wipes the sweat already forming off his face. "When she gets like this it's very hard to reason with her."
"Will she be okay?" Kurona's voice is now an audible whisper.
"Personally, I think she just needs good dick and get over it but—"
"You know I can hear everything, right?" You look at the pair with as much indignation as you can muster this early in the morning.
You allow a very long, awkward silence to pass, where you are expecting Karasu to apologize or to finish his awful punchline. When none of this happens and both males are now standing there fidgeting in place as if their mother punished them for being too loud, you try to compose yourself. Especially since this is Kurona's third day.
"I'm sorry," Your words come out light and breathy because the only thing you want to avoid right now is to buy the wrong ingredients for your client, whom you're still waiting on Yasumori to send over the address details. You pray that he at least gives you a two-hour notice.
Just this once, Karasu decides to not say anything sarcastic back. "I'll beat the crap out of the guy if you run into him again." He offers.
Kurona nods in agreement, though he doesn't fully understand the details behind it. "Yeah, yeah!"
You make a small noise in response and shrug, slowly making your way to the next vendor selling sweet potatoes and pears. "It's no use, it's been exactly two weeks and I haven't bumped into him again."
"Maybe you scared him off?" Karasu suggests although both of you knew it wasn't the likely answer. You aren't exactly 'threatening' as you try to make yourself out to be. "Has he messaged you at all?"
There's a slight glimpse of guilt that flashes across your eyes briefly before you shake it off. "Just if I was still free and then one 'good morning' text."
"And you haven't touched the app since?"
"Nope." Your lips make a loud pop. "Thanks for making me realize the joys of having a voice kink, though." You tease.
Kurona attempts to join the conversation. "What's a voice kink?"
"Something that should've been edited out in Karasu's many sports interviews."
You select the plainest of both sweet potatoes and pears out of the bunch, knowing that they hold more flavor compared to the overly enhanced ones. You miss the frown on Karasu's face when you aimlessly stack two cases of the produce on the bottom of the cart.
"I'm a football player, not a powerlifter. Watch how much shit you put on it." He narrows his eyes.
You stick out your tongue and jab back. "So much for all those weights you have lying around in our apartment. Maybe make better use of them."
"I can help carry some of the load." Kurona tries to lessen the tension and goes on to start carrying some of the heavier set pumpkins but you stop him.
"No need, I think he'll handle it just fine. Plus, I need your help at the bakery section, Kurona."
"Really, really?" If he had a tail right now, you're sure that he's wagging it.
"Really," You repeat back and laugh. "You have an impressive baking background, so let's put that to the test." One sharp look at Karasu is enough to wipe the remainder of the scowl off his face as you point toward the register on the other side of the warehouse. "We'll be back in fifteen, secure a spot in line before it gets too long."
You see him biting his tongue to restrain whatever complaints he had in storage and begrudgingly obeys. "Be quick about it, I had to pay with my card last time."
Much to Karasu's luck, he ends up paying for your load again. But who can blame you? Apparently, Kurona's deep-dive explanation of the gluten structures of bread was far more important.
You return to the apartment complex together. Kurona waits in the car while he watches you and your roommates scramble in and out of the building with boxes of what he presumes to be utensils and cutting boards.
"I'm so not going with you next time."
"Oh shut it, Tabito." You slam the car trunk shut and prop yourself against the vehicle. "Everyone else was busy."
He rolls his eyes. "Kenyu, sure, he's always got his little modeling gigs on the side. But Eita? He was definitely hiding somewhere!" The taller athlete eyes Otoya, eyebrows furrowing.
"I wasn't hiding, I was dissociating on the balcony," Otoya says matter-of-factly. He takes a seat on the sidewalk curb, lazily throwing Kurona a wave when he places down another taped-up box of your kitchen belongings.
"What does that even mean?" Karasu throws you a pleading look, hoping you will defend him. Instead, he meets your half-scowl.
"Quit complaining, I already promised to pay you back after this week." A loud ping comes from your phone and the awaited email pops up on your home screen.
There are two things that you get from the message. A generic welcome letter with the company logo taking up half the page and the address to your current apartment complex, the only thing different about it is the fact that your potential client lives on the penthouse floor.
This comes as a mild shock, mainly because your complex is known for housing people on the wealthier side, but you would figured that your best friends would've told you that an additional teammate would also be living here. Nevertheless, at least you didn't have to travel far aside from a long elevator ride up. But, this also means that both Karasu and Otoya have to help you carry all the belongings back after spending a good hour packing and dropping them off.
A meek laugh passes your lips as you turn to face your exhausted friends. "Besties, don't hate me but we have to carry everything back inside."
Karasu looks like he is about to murder you. "What the fuck."
You, in fact, didn’t get their help. Your roommates dart off when you announce your need for support. Leaving you and Kurona now sweaty and tightly packed in your apartment complex’s elevator. You are one hundred percent sure that the amount of things inside is over the weight limit, judging by the strain sounds coming from the machine. And you still have over thirty floors to go.
"Too much, too much." You hear Kurona let out a huge sigh over the boxes of produce, you can barely see the pink of his hair sticking up.
"Sorry, I didn't expect them both to run off." You sheepishly reply.
"At least it's not far." Kurona clears his throat and motions towards the produce in front of him. "The clients usually this close?"
"To be honest, this is the first time I’ve had a client this close to me. Let alone in the same building." You admit. Curiosity of the person's identity plagues your mind. As mentioned, you're sure that one of your friends would've called out in passing that a teammate is living in the same building, right? "Did you read up on what we're making tonight?"
"Yes, yes." You see his fingers pointing at the ingredients. "Miso marinated yellowtail with pumpkin erissery, right?"
You hum in contentment. "After we move everything to the kitchen, you can prep the side dish while I'll handle the main. Once the table is plated and the prepping station is all cleaned then you can head home for the day."
"Okay, okay!"
The elevator doors slide open with a sharp ding and you both can only gawk at the marbled lobby floors paired with windows that oversee the rest of the city. In the center stood an equally daunting and lavish black double-doored entrance, accented in gold, with just a tiny padlock and doorbell on the side. Being a professional athlete meant bringing in good money, but you knew that none of your friends could possibly afford this level of luxury by themselves even if they wanted to. This must've belonged to someone of a higher status.
"Should we go knock?" Kurona breaks the silence and starts to haul out some of the boxes, though his eyes never leave the sight in front of him.
"Would they even hear us if we knock?" You decide to ring the doorbell.
There's a moment of silence, then some muffled noises, sounds of dragging feet, and one of the doors open, revealing a towering figure with a pair of striking heterochromatic eyes. "Ooh, and what do we have here?"
"I’m here under JFU with my coworker, are you my client?"
"I wished," The tall stubbled male chuckles and extends out his hand, a smirk rises to his lips. "I’m Oliver Aiku. The guy you're looking for is lounging his ass on the couch. Come on in."
The name rings some form of familiarity to your ears as you think back to the list of players that your roommates had warned you about weeks ago. It’s too early to judge someone’s character. Plus, he looks strong enough to help you and Kurona with an additional task.
"Actually," You pause and glance over your shoulders, eyeing the stuffed elevator. "Could you help us with carrying this in?"
Oliver accepts it easily. “Just let me know where you want it, princess.”
Another male figure appears behind Oliver. Blond with streaks of pink highlights throughout his hair. He looks a bit unhinged. "Who's this?"
"His little chef," Oliver teases, though you remain unphased. "This is Shidou, by the way. We're both friends with the guy you're working under."
Oh, fantastic. The guys that your roommates have warned about you prior have close ties with your client. What can possibly go wrong now?
Kurona makes his way through the apartment door first, carrying a crate of mushrooms and tomatoes. Shidou follows in after, easily stacking four boxes together. You decide to get the cutting board and knives and trail behind Oliver who has the last remaining items on hand.
You shuffle through the apartment, the aesthetic isn't what you were expecting from the lobby hall. Sure the floor is made out of marble and the windows are twice your height, but the walls are empty and there's very little furniture around. It feels like the person had just moved in not too long ago. Oliver leads you through the living room before heading into the kitchen and you notice a third figure from the corners of your eyes.
"Who is it?"
Hearing the familiar voice paired with distinct teal eyes made you physically retract in your steps. Something brief and fleeting crosses the man's face but he quickly shuts it down when you nearly drop your cutting boards.
"You?!"
"What about me?"
Oliver cranes his head towards the man on the couch. "You know her Sae?"
"I don't." He answers, expression blank.
It didn't seem like he remembers the encounter from the grocery store, and you don't know why that bothers you. Still, that name isn't unheard of. Sae Itoshi? You've heard awful rumors surrounding his attitude.
Kurona shifts his head nervously back and forth between you and the man named Sae while Shidou smirks in amusement.
A shrug comes from Oliver. "Well, whatever you guys have going on, it's not my problem." He laughs and inspects all the produce and kitchen equipment sprawled on the kitchen countertop. As if on cue, a loud rumble comes from his stomach. "Shit, do you mind if we stay for dinner too?"
You can't allow yourself to be distracted by being alone with Sae and figure that anything would be better than having awkward tension. You're quick to nod and your answer is soon met by a quiet surprised peep from Kurona.
"That shouldn't be a problem for us."
"Really?" Sae straightens himself on the couch, tone just as condescending as what you remembered last time.
You swallow hard and put on your best customer service smile. "Really."
As expected, dinner is extremely awkward. Kurona left after his prep work before reminding you that he's off tomorrow. Both Shidou and Oliver manage to convince you to join the dinner table, setting your plate directly across from Sae, who looks unphased by everything.
You feel like you’re about to die of something — shame? Annoyance? Either way, you figured to keep this information to yourself, since you’ve already vented plenty to your roommates within the past week. 
Inevitably, you do mention it to your roommates. You manage to last until the next morning over breakfast.
You look up from the bowl of noodles you're jabbing aggressively with your fork and huff. "Out of everyone in the world and I'm stuck with that dick? And he lives in the same building? Someone is out to get me, I just know it."
Yukimiya can't help but offer one of his pity back pats. "It'll only be for a month if he doesn't end up liking you."
Otoya throws himself into the seat beside you and reaches over to your plate to pick off a piece of meat. "What are we venting about this time?"
"Sae Itoshi." You respond, making sure the distaste in your tone is evident.
Otoya hums in thought. "Oh, that guy? He's talented. Got that whole mysterious persona down to the bone. I didn't know he was back in the country." He says nonchalantly, completely missing your clenched jaw. "You want his autograph?"
"Fuck no." You attack your food again, this time grimacing when some broth splashes back onto your clothes. "He's the guy from the convenience store and unfortunately my client."
While Yukimiya hands you a napkin, Otoya lets out another hum. "Might be a good thing, actually."
"Did you miss the whole conversation where I was mentioning he's a giant dick? He said that I'm lukewarm!"
"So that's where Rin picked up that phrase from." Yukimiya muses.
Otoya ignores your comments. "He has a huge following, I would use it to my advantage. Gain enough traction and you'll be booked for the rest of the year." He steals another piece of meat despite the apparent scowl on your face. "Plus, it sounds like there's already sexual tension."
"There isn't."
Otoya holds up his fingers and lowers each digit as he starts listing tropes down. "He's attractive and you're freshly out of a relationship. You guys initially matched and carried on a decent conversation. Unintentionally bumped into each other, found out that he lives nearby, and now you're stuck with him for about eight hours every day for a month."
You purposefully flick your broth to his side, managing to splash some of it on his pants. "I don't sleep with my clients."
"You don't have to." He continues, staying composed despite your actions. "A little flirting here and there won't hurt anyone."
"Isn't that what you said to your last girlfriend?" Yukimiya retorts.
"Situationship. At least, that's what I told myself. Anyways, that's not the main point."
“And I hope the main point isn’t me getting with Sae.”
Otoya rolls his eyes. “Fine, it’s whatever you want it to be.”
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"What are you doing?"
Sae raises a brow as he sees Oliver and Shidou shuffling back into his apartment. A crockpot in Oliver’s arms and a crumbled-up brown paper bag in Shidou’s hand. It’s been about two weeks since Sae has gotten his leg injury and not one day does he get a break from his ‘best friends’ — as Shidou would like to call themselves. 
Sae usually keeps his apartment relatively clean but, ever since the duo made their daily appearance, it’s starting to look almost like the place is run by three horribly disorganized college freshmen. It’s mostly thanks to Oliver because during day three of his injury, the captain has placed up a ‘Saturday’s Are For The Boys’ banner in Sae’s bedroom.
Shidou lets the front door shut behind him and they both proceed to dump the items all over the kitchen countertop, shoving your items from yesterday all towards one side. The first thing that Sae notices is a pungent smell coming from the bag and the second thing he notices is Oliver asking if he has a cheesecloth. 
"Why are you even asking me that?" Sae is one second away from kicking them out because he really can’t stand the scent. His irritation grows when Shidou whips out a little green package from the bag.
"Guess what we got." Shidou chimes.
It’s a little baggie of weed.
Perfect, just perfect. Not only it’s extremely illegal in Japan but somehow his even more questionable friends manage to get their hands on it and lay it out right in his apartment. Just minutes before you arrive in order to prepare breakfast for him. Great.
"It’ll help with the pain and we can have fun with it," Oliver adds.
"Get that out of here. I’m not smoking anything." The last thing he would want is for you to tell everyone that he does drugs. And losing his football career is not on his recovery list.
Oliver taps the crockpot and smiles. "We’re not smoking it, we’re going to bake it." He proceeds to whip out a box of bronies from the paper bag and Sae swears his jaw drops just a tiny bit because what is he seeing right now? Illegal drugs and a grocery store run, all in one trip?
"The chef is coming over soon," Sae reiterates but that goes out of his friends’ ears. 
"She has a name, y/n was it? She’s pretty good." Oliver calls over his shoulder as he proceeds to plug in the crockpot and begins reading the brownie instructions. 
Shidou looks as if a light bulb has gone off in his head. "You think maybe she can help?"
"Why on earth would she want to do that?"
"You think she’s really going to say no to you? She’s getting paid to work for you."
"Anyways, do you have a cheesecloth around here?"
Sae stares at Oliver. "No."
And about ten minutes in the scent really starts bothering him because Sae, and his ‘best friends’, are now learning how to make weed butter from an online post that features an unwarranted lengthy background lore of how this is a secret family recipe. 
Before his injury, almost everyone on his team would listen to him but he feels reduced to just a benchwarmer with how much Oliver and Shidou messes him around. That being said, Sae is currently on stirring duty while Oliver has given up and now scrolling on his phone, and Shidou is now on the task of searching through every drawer trying to look for that goddamn cheesecloth. Sae doesn’t cook at all, so he’s pretty certain that he doesn’t own a stupid cheesecloth.
"This is dumb." He knows that he can’t get rid of the smell by the time you arrive. He just hopes that you’re innocent enough to not know what weed smells like and he can just blame it on Oliver instead. 
Shidou pokes his head up from the cabinets and sticks his tongue out in disapproval. "Yeah, can’t believe you don’t have a—"
Sae stops stirring and throws Shidou a hard enough look to shut him up. "Enough about the cheesecloth."
"Hey, hey—" Oliver peers up from his phone and points at the crockpot. "I don’t want any of the pieces to burn, keep moving it."
A sudden click from the door sends everyone’s heads in its direction. You place your shoes neatly on the floormat and the first thing you do is scrunch your face and start aggressively sniffing the air. Sae wants to shrivel up right about now.
"Keep moving what?" You ask.
"Nothing." Sae quickly answers and shuts the power off. He steps in front in a futile attempt to hide the crockpot but anyone with an eye can see that he’s acting suspicious. Oliver doesn’t even try to hide his smile and Shidou just blatantly asks you if you happen to have a fucking cheesecloth. Sae swears he’s going to ban that word by the end of the day.
You quirk a brow, stepping closer to the kitchen. "Why would you need that?" A pause and another sniff. Then Sae watches as the grave realization hits you. "Is that weed? Are you guys seriously making edibles?"
Shidou grabs your hands and places it up to his face. "You think you can help us out here? Sae is doing a bad job right now." He whines.
This is it, Sae thinks. This is how he’s going to lose his reputation. He’s fine with being called an asshole — he’s used to that on the daily. And he really doesn’t care about who uses drugs as long as it’s not fucking tied to his career. With you already hating his guts, he can’t think fast enough on his feet to think of a believable excuse. 
"Honestly, how did you guys manage to get this?" Sae would like to know too but that conversation has already passed its expiration date. 
"Sources," Oliver replies casually as if the answer means anything.
At this point, you’re in front of Sae and he can’t read your expression. Which makes things worse, but he deals with it by also putting on the blankest look he can muster all while ignoring the horrendous smell coming from behind him. It doesn’t work because eventually he also scrunches up his nose.
You sigh and look over his shoulders to look at whatever butter contraption that’s in the pot. The next words that leave your mouth have him in shock. "The quality is off."
"The quality?" Oliver repeats.
You nod and proceed to poke the butter with the ladle. "Want me to take over?”
This is weird. Sae doesn’t know what your intentions are with the straight face you have masked over. But surely you’ll keep this little fiasco a secret since you also have a credible business to uphold. Sae fully steps aside and brushes past you. 
“Do what you want, I don’t care.”
The process ends up taking a few hours for the butter to fully solidify and, although Sae didn’t pay that close attention to your cooking methods yesterday, he does find it oddly soothing to watch you darting from machine to machine with scary precision. Shidou ends up taking a power nap on his couch and Oliver is currently on a Facetime call with one of his many dates from earlier this month. Sae is seated by the kitchen counter tapping away on his laptop, trying to reply to emails and comments from sponsors and his manager in the most half-ass way he possibly can without getting reprimanded.
He hears you huff and sneaks a look. You’re pulling out the brownies from the oven and … well he hates to admit it but they smell really fucking good. Sae doesn’t know how you managed to take something so pungent and turn it into something rich and decadent. Even if the quality of the weed is poor as you say, at least he can indulge himself on something sweet.
“What?” You catch him staring and Sae’s eyes refocuses on his screen. He hears you setting down the brownie tray a few feet away from him before continuing. “Did you have something to say?”
“Wasn’t staring.” 
“Didn’t say you were.” He watches as you cut a small corner piece off of the tray and offer it. “Do you want the first piece or something?”
Before he can answer, Shidou dashes into the kitchen and snatches the brownie from your hands. His hair flattened just slightly from his nap. Shidou groans as he swallows the piece in one bite. “That’s all, angel? Can I have some more?”
You don’t react to the nickname and only throw the taller male a smug grin. “Is this your first time?”
“Yeah?”
“Then a little piece will go a long way.” You comment, and the guys watch in awe as you cut yourself a comfortably large piece. “My tolerance levels are higher than yours, I can guarantee it.” Shidou opens his mouth to say something but watching you bite a chunk off makes him quiet. 
Oliver strolls into the kitchen, squeezing past the two of you, and serves himself an equally large piece. Like his roommate, Oliver swallows it in one piece and blinks when everyone is staring wide-eyed at him.
“Did I do something?”
Sae sighs and rolls his eyes. “You’re an idiot.”
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It's a tight squeeze, the four of you are all packed like sardines on Sae's loveseat in the living room. He doesn't have a sofa because he barely allows people to stay over for long and he just moved in a few weeks ago. Oliver sits on one end, and Shidou is snugged between him and Sae, which ends with you pressed against Sae and the arm of the seat.
Sae's friends are somehow excited to watch a nature documentary while high. And, while you did offer your client a piece, Sae declined. That's fine though, you only wanted to take over the process because you could easily tell that he didn't want to do it in the first place. Plus, might as well tease him while he still got on your nerves.
After shuffling through the streaming platform, Shidou decides to watch a documentary about penguins. And it's not even ten minutes into the documentary where you start noticing the brownies taking effect on the two giants.
"Why do you think it's called March of the Penguins?" Oliver says suddenly.
"What?" You and Sae glance over at the male. Oliver is squinting, leaning forward, and... are those tears forming in his eyes?
Sae leans back in his seat, and the tiniest of smirks make its way to his lips. "This is about to get good."
"It's just," Oliver continues, trying his best not to sniffle and his eyes are starting to appear red. "Those little guys are no different from us, you know? Family, kids, probably just want to live peacefully."
"Right," You look amused.
"Climate change fucking sucks." Shidou is next to ramble, although he's not as fucked up as Oliver appears to be. Shidou rests his hands in his sweats and looks functioning, but his eyes are a bit dazed. "Who's responsible for global warming? I'll end them."
"And where are these penguins marching to?" Oliver gives Shidou a shake at this. "Are they still marching?"
"Why can't we just put more ice into the ocean?"
"You're a fucking genius, Ryusei."
"It looks like someone snuck in extra brownies." You stifle back your laugh and there's a dangerous sparkle in your eyes. You cannot wait to tell your roommates about this incident later.
"Hopefully they're knocked out tomorrow so I can rest peacefully." Sae tips his head and gets a good glance at his friends. They both look like an absolute mess. Both of them are on the verge of crying, clutching onto the remote, and keep replaying the same scene where a baby penguin gets left behind by their colony. "You're going to keep this quiet, right?" He asks.
"I'm not an idiot, Sae." You playfully nudge him. "I'm not going to tell anyone important." Your friends are important people, just not that important enough to ruin your career.
He nudges back, softly. "Good." You watch as his expression turns from slightly entertained back to his usual straight face. Sae appears to be deep in thought. "Are you—"
"Guys" Shidou lifts his arms in the air, glaring at you and Sae. "Quit flirting, you're ruining the show!"
Oliver leans the entirety of his body weight onto Shidou, which squeezes everyone to one side. Sae tries to stop himself from falling over you by resting his palms against the arms of the sofa, caging you in between. He immediately looks away, shooting Oliver an irritated look.
"These penguins have lives, holy shit. What if Penguins of Madagascar was right?"
Sae clicks his tongue and attempts to get up, but stops when he realizes that Shidou leaning against his sides. "What a pain."
You adjust your position when you feel sudden heat rushing to your cheeks, forcing your body on your sides instead of looking up at him. "Sorry, kinda my fault."
Sae doesn't say anything back and instead stays in that position until the documentary ends.
Time goes by in a blur, you honestly can't remember much from the movie but not that it really matters. It's late and Oliver is the first one to leave, giving out a detailed date itinerary for one of his hookups tomorrow. Shidou leaves after throwing up in Sae's bathroom from consuming a bit too much of the brownies and bounces back to his usual unhinged personality from before.
Finally, it's just you cleaning and sanitizing areas of his apartment that might have physical traces of the drug left. You pack up the remaining brownies for yourself, Sae appears to be uninterested in having any himself, though you can't help but imagine what he would act like.
"That was interesting," You attempt to make conversation after putting away the last of the kitchen utensils. You're still keeping a guard up around him, but he seems tolerable tonight.
Sae has been lying on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on his phone for the last half hour. He responds with a low hum, uninterested to keep the conversation going. Suddenly at the sound of his phone alarm, he gets up and rolls out a yoga mat from the bottom of the couch.
"Preparing the nightly stretches for your legs?"
He freezes in place and slowly turns. You don't know why he looks like a deer in headlights until the realization that he's never told you about his injury makes its way to your own face.
He still doesn't know that you matched with him before.
"How do you—"
"Uuh—I have to go now!" You rush to pack your belongings up and stride to the doorway but Sae beats you to it, grabbing a hold of your wrist. It's not a tight grip, but firm enough to let you know he isn't letting you go without an answer.
"Stop," Sae hardens his gaze. "What did you mean by that?"
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a/n: waahh apologies for the late update again but hopefully this chap is good enough (maybe - it gets better later i swear!!) gonna pump this out and then focus my attention on my kinktober drafts bc OCTOBER IS NEAR ok bye ily guys <;3
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ellisgirl · 7 months
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Jude Jazza & Ellis Twilight — Villains Want to Embarrass Little Robin Story Event
Epilogue
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I do not own any contents of Ikemen Villains. This story being uploaded in this blog belongs solely to CYBIRD. Please support them by downloading their games and buying their stories. Both English and Japanese are not my mother tongue languages, please keep in mind that there will be mistakes and added words for my own preferences. I translate for my personal entertainment and for my own practice only.
Kate: "Ellis's "request"... Is this okay with you? Are you sure?
Ellis: "Yeah. Date with Jude and Miss Kate on my day off."
Jude: “There's no such thing as a date with the three of us.”
Each with a gelato of a different colour in hand, we sit on the stairs and look out over the city of London.
Ellis: “I saw that Miss Kate seemed to be having a good time on her last mission, so I thought the three of us would be good together."
(Looks like fun..... Was it?)
I try to remember what happened a few days ago.
I was surprised by Mr. Jude's Queen’s English,
I was blown away by Ellis's outrageous act,
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Sleeping in a bed with the three of us.….
(......Well, the last one shocked me the most anyway)
I can't say that it was fun, but it was certain that laughter came to mind more than fear.
(Once again, it's thanks to the two of them that we were able to finish the mission safely.)
Ellis: “Here, Miss Kate. I'll give you a bite of mine."
Kate: "Wow..... Actually, I was a little curious of your gelato’s flavour, thank you very much."
I lick the chocolate-coloured gelato with my words.
Kate: "!....so sweet and delicious"
Ellis: "Fufu... I'm glad."
Ellis: “Give me Jude's, too."
Without waiting for Mr. Jude's response, Ellis ate the light yellow food in a single bite.
Jude: "Tsk.... I'm telling you to stop eating without permission."
Ellis: "That's right, I'm sorry. But it was delicious, thank you for the meal."
Ellis is the same as always, even to Mr. Jude who seems to be in a bad mood.
After working together with several missions, I get the sense that....... The two of them do not get along well with each other, but it is natural that they have each other's backs.
(......Somehow, it's nice)
I was a little jealous, and when I was staring blankly at Jude's hand,
Ellis: "Miss Kate, do you want to eat Jude’s too?”
Kate: "What?"
When Ellis suddenly said that, my voice turned inside out.
Kate: "No, I was staring at him for a different reason.”
The tip of Mr. Jude's tongue scoops up the pear gelato.
(Ah... but it sure looks delicious.)
Jude: “…..Do you want it?”
Kate: "Eh, is it okay.......?"
I was puzzled when he offered it to me, but I put my lips to it and extended my tongue.
But just before the tip of the tongue touched, the gelato went away.
Kate: “…….?”
Jude: “.....Ha, your face."
Mr. Jude laughed at me who was stuck with my tongue out, and licked another mouthful of gelato.
Kate: "Hey, that's terrible.... Fiddle with my appetite….!”
Ellis: “All right, all right. ......Next time you can eat his like I do, Miss Kate."
Jude: “I told you not to do that. I'm going to beat you to a pulp.”
Ellis said as if he suddenly remembered while I quietly enjoying my own portion of lemon gelato.
Ellis: "Oh, that's right. What is Miss Kate's request?"
Kate: "Eh? Oh...”
Kate: “I'm fine with it because it was the two of you that kept me from being exposed."
Ellis: "But you did a lot of hard work, right?"
Ellis: "I want to fulfil your “request”."
Jude: “………”
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Mr. Jude is looking towards the day after tomorrow, as if to say that this question and answer is meaningless.
Kate: "Well then......"
Kate: "Can you tell me how Ellis came to work at Jude's company?"
Ellis: "Is that a request for me? Or a request for Jude?"
Kate: "Both of you. This one is enough."
Jude: “It's a bunch of nonsense. You don't need that useless information.”
Kate: "Yes, it's fine."
Ellis: "Well... I wonder where to start."
Ellis: “When I first met Jude in London, he put me to sleep with his curse ability right after a few words.”
Kate: “Eh…..!?”
Ellis: "That was the first time Jude realised his ability, right?"
Jude: "I thought he was dead because he suddenly rolled to the ground."
Kate: "So, what happened...?"
Jude: "He woke up when I was smoking."
Kate: "Were you smoking next to someone you thought might be dead.....?"
Ellis: "At that time, I thought maybe he was the same as me, so I also showed my ability."
Kate: "...You mean that you restrained Mr. Jude's wrists...?"
(I don't know what to be scared of...)
Jude: "You don't need that part.”
Ellis: “So, since I didn't have a place to stay, he took me to his house.”
Kate: "Yeah... They say don't follow people you meet for the first time......"
Kate: "Or rather, Mr. Jude shouldn't bring someone you've met for the first time to your house...?"
Jude: “I don't need you to tell me how to manage my life.”
Ellis: "And, I signed the contract."
Kate: "I'm starting to feel like I'm listening to a bad scam experience...... With the way things are going, why did you sign.....?"
Ellis: “I don't have to worry about food, work, or a place to live. .....because he promised me."
Ellis: "I'm waiting for the time when Jude will be the happiest in his life."
Kate: "A promise that will be fulfilled at that time, you mean?"
Ellis: "Yes. He promises to fulfil my request when that time comes."
Kate: “Your request?”
Ellis smiled and avoided the answer.
Ellis: "But... It's hard to come. I wonder if Jude has always been unhappy."
Jude: "You're so noisy."
Kate: "What about Mr. Jude? Why did you decide to hire Ellis?"
Jude: “His physical ability and his curse are useful. He's definitely a bit of a nutcase."
Jude: "There's no way we're going to miss this precious labour force."
Kate: ".....Aiming for the body......?”
Jude: "Stop using creepy phrases."
(Mr. Jude wants to use Ellis conveniently, and Ellis wants Mr. Jude to grant his wish.)
They are by each other's side for each other's purposes...... I guess it's a contractual relationship.
(But...... I feel like that contract was finalised because it was these two people, not anyone else.)
Anyone else would surely have had a different outcome.
I think it's stronger than the bonds of friendship and love.
Ellis: "Well, next's Jude's turn."
Jude: “……..”
After thinking a little, Mr. Jude pointed at me,
Jude: "...From here”
His fingertip pointed across the main street.
Jude: "Run as fast as you can to the bookstore five blocks away and buy these."
On the paper that was given to me, there was a lot of the name of the book.
Kate: "Why do I need to run as fast as I can....?"
Jude: "It's boring when it's just an errand, isn't it?"
Jude: "....Will you keep your promise?"
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(That's right......)
Kate: "I'm going......!”
I ate the rest of the gelato and ran through the city of London.
Ellis: ".....You don't have to run.”
Jude: "If you let her walk too long, she'll look back."
Ellis: "Four, five... seven? Who is it this time? Those who have a grudge against Jude again?"
Jude: "I don't know."
Jude: "Three minutes. Finish it before the princess comes back."
Ellis: “Give me two and a half minutes. You'll be thirsty, I'll have to buy you some water."
Jude: "Tsk..... If you do it, you should do four people."
Ellis: "Understood."
Without making any arrangements or exchanging eye contact, the two casually stepped into London’s thinly lit streets.
With the image of Kate coming home breathless.
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wordsarelife · 4 months
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DAY 11: JINGLE BELLS
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pairing: theo nott x fem!reader
summary: you and theo bake gingerbread cookies for christmas
warnings: none
note: it’s literally so embarrassing that i forgot to post this because i was busy writing about mattheo riddle 🥲
"where are we going?" you were dragging theo through the castle. he held onto your hand like his life depended on it, you were moving along quickly and he was scared to lose you in the crowd of students.
"the kitchen" he wasn't sure if he had heard you right.
but just as he was about to question it, you came to a halt in front of a portrait of fruit. he watched in silence as you tickled the pear and the portrait swung to the side, revealing a secret entrance.
you closed the door behind the two of you and theo wondered how you had even come to find this place.
"welcome to the kitchen" you said jokingly.
"miss y/n!" a house elf appeared in front of the two of you suddenly.
"dobby!" you said smiling and shook the elfs hand. "this is my boyfriend, theo"
"hello" theo mirrored your action and shook the fragile hand. "it's nice to meet you"
dobby smiled widely "dobby heard a lot about you, master" he looked to you quickly, unsure if he had said too much, but before he could even start worrying you laughed.
"i told dobby all about you"
"i see" theo nodded.
dobby softly took your hand, leading you along the rows of tables. "dobby allowed himself to make everything ready" he explained
"thank you dobby" you gushed, as you saw that he had put out everything you needed. you hugged the elf and dobby smiled proudly.
"of course, miss y/n" he grinned "dobby will be off cleaning, just call him if you need anything"
before you could say another word, the house elf snapped his fingers and disappeared into thin air.
"isn't he cute?" you asked theo, who nodded and smiled about your unusual friendship with a house elf.
"do you come her often?"
you nodded "a few times a week, as you know, i love to bake and the elfs said i was allowed to do it here"
"that's very kind of them"
"yes it is" you pointed to the things on the table "shall we start?"
"start with what exactly?" theo asked "you haven't told me anything since you basically dragged me out of my common room"
you smiled sneekily. "baking of course, silly" you took the bowl and started filling it with flour. "gingerbread cookies"
the confusion still hadn't left theo's face. "how do you make them?"
"have you never baked cookies?" he frowned and your smile faded quickly "oh, sorry"
"no" he quickly shook his head, obviously feeling bad about killing the mood with his past. "it's not too late to learn, is it?" he joked and you relaxed.
"of course not" you kissed his cheek, silently apologizing "luckily you have the greatest gingerbread cookie baker with you"
"yeah?" theo looked around "where are they?"
you giggled and theo was glad that you were smiling again. that was most important.
"me of course" you held the sugar in theos direction "now add some sugar, sugar"
theo cringed and you had to laugh at the cheesiness. "that was terrible"
"yeah" you agreed "luckily you're already my boyfriend"
the baking was quicker than you had anticipated and suddenly the both of you were sitting next to each other, decorating the cookies. while you stuck to a strict green, white and red color scheme, theo's cookies looked like they had fallen into a rainbow. he didn't really pay attention if the colors matched, if he wanted to use green, purple and pink together, he would.
to your astonishment he actually enyjoyed it and even wined when you were finished.
"can't we make more?" he asked and you shook your head laughing.
"we already made like a hundred" you reminded, dragging him to the exit of the kitchen, a box filled with cookies under your arm. you had left a few on a plate in the kitchen for the house elfs to eat. you looked at theo. "and don't think i didn't notice you secretely eating about ten"
"what? i didn't!" he protested.
you looked at him with raised brows and pointed to his mouth "there's icing on your lip" you outstretched a finger, wiping off the sugar loaded substance and put it in your mouth.
"fine" theo admitted "you got me"
"see!" you giggled. he grabbed you face quickly, making you shriek and giggle, before he kissed you. the kiss was sweet, tasting like icing and cookies and if you were responsible for creating lip stick flavors it would be the way theo tasted right now.
"sweet" theo said after he had broken the kiss "just like you" he tapped your nose and both of you scrunched your noses in disgust at the cheesiness.
"thats was terrible" you pointed an accusing finger at it
"yeah" he agreed "luckily you're already my girlfriend" he put his arm around you, finally walking back to your common room. "and now give me one of these delicious cookies please"
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pockyteau · 1 year
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AN APPLE A DAY
✩ chishiya x reader where home is where the heart is, but also where apples are too
✩ a/n - finally using tumblr so i thought i'd post some of my oneshots here!
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You and Chishiya have shared an apartment for a little over a month now, the unit itself cosy and convenient for the both of you to commute to your respective destinations. The two of you have fallen into a comfortable routine since, alternating between household chores each week for fairness' sake. 
These chores, aside from the actual purchasing of groceries, include the task of either you or Chishiya writing up a grocery list of the items your pantry is missing - and this week, the task has fallen upon you. 
The two of you now stand by the grocery store's fruit stall, while Chishiya glances over your shoulder to see the notepaper you had scribbled a list out onto the night before. You hear the teasing hum reverberate in his throat before he speaks. 
"I see we need apples." 
"Shut up," you grumble. When Chishiya begins to laugh, you jab his shoulder in protest. "At least apples are good for you. An apple a day keeps the doctor away, you know."
"Oh, so you want me to stay away?" Chishiya smirks, easing the grocery list out of your hands. He scans over the rest of the items scribbled onto the notepaper, his smirk growing wider as he reads the word 'apples' written three times over at various stages of the grocery list. To be honest, you can barely recall writing the thing - you had been dozing off writing your final papers, and in a state of lucidity had recalled your empty fridge. 
And apparently, your lack of apples. 
Chishiya shrugs and begins to place a week's worth of apples into your cart, chuckling when you lightly shove him and tell him that he couldn't possibly stay away for that many apples-worth. You sigh and begin returning the fruit to the stand; your blonde 'doctor' simply tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, reminding you to sleep earlier tonight as he reaches for a pear. You can't help but smile at the indifference in his tone, for the way his touch lingers against the side of your cheek tells you just the opposite. It doesn't bother you that Chishiya's affection for you is quiet - you had come to find comfort in the small pieces of his heart, hidden between warm gazes and the gentle reminders to take care of yourself.
He starts to help you put the apples back, taking the fruit cupped in your hands from you and placing it carefully on top of the apple pile. As he does this he muses that yes, he wouldn't be able to stay away that long; no doubt you would eventually appear in his hospital, wasting away from sleep deprivation and malnutrition, and quite frankly he didn't need another patient on his hands.   
"I take back what I said earlier. Stay away as long as you'd like," you declare, and he snorts when you begin to scoop the apples back into your cart.
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Chishiya is there when you are up late again, squinting at your computer screen as your curtains begin to soak up moonlight. 
"It's late," he says. He leans around the doorway to your room, one hand on the doorframe. He looks tired, clearly weary from his shift at the hospital. You feel a stab of guilt for making him have to remind you to sleep instead of resting himself, and resolve to make it up to him somehow tomorrow. 
"I'll finish up in an hour or so," you promise. He eyes you skeptically. He knows this is a lie - you will most likely be up until the sun rises. Many a time you have found blankets draped over your shoulders, your computer shut with a note reminding you to eat a proper breakfast pasted over it. Chishiya pretends he doesn't know what you're talking about when asked about it, but you know for sure that the notepaper is from the campus notebook he keeps on the coffee table.
You smile, hoping to reassure him. "Go get some rest, Shuntaro. You must be tired." 
"That would make two of us," he points out dryly, but disappears from your doorway nevertheless. You hear his footsteps softly moving about the apartment as you return to your papers, suppressing a yawn. You wonder if it's too late for caffeine, briefly recalling the new coffee machine you'd bought on a whim. It had taken a while to convince Chishiya, who is anti-coffee, that the purchase had been a good one. 
"You can make matcha tea with it too," you'd pointed out, and his complaints turned to curiosity when you'd presented him with the machine catalogue.   
The blonde returns a few moments later, waving away your protests as he places a round apple on your desk. 
"Here," he says, looking at you pointedly as he pushes the apple forward with his index finger. "Since I know you're not going to sleep anyway, you may as well eat."
You blink at him, bemused, but he offers no further explanation besides a raised brow and a smug: "It's too late to drink coffee."
You swat at him, his lips curling into a wider smirk. As always, he is able to predict your thought process down to a T. "You're despicable," you laugh, but you press a kiss to his cheek before he leaves your room, thanking him in a whisper (which he dismisses, saying the proper way to thank him would be to not die). 
His footsteps eventually recede, and you are now left with the apple. 
You pick up the apple and turn it over in your hands, watching the way the soft light of your lamp shifts across its red skin. It's a sweet gesture, unusual for someone with Chishiya's nature. A smile finds its way to your lips as you recall what you'd said to Chishiya at the fruit stall, insisting he stay away from you as you'd piled apples into your cart. 
You suppose he really won't stay away, then.
-
Apples begin to appear all over your apartment.
You find the little red fruit waiting on the breakfast table after Chishiya has left for the hospital on the day of yet another final exam, or sitting on your nightstand when you are up late again. The apples, crisp and sweet, earn themselves a special place in your heart; the fruit becomes almost precious to you, a wordless but sweet means for Chishiya to reach out to you in his own way. They make your apartment feel like a real home.
So you happily accept the increase in apples around your shared apartment, occasionally teasing Chishiya about his sudden love for the red fruit. Chishiya pretends he's paving his way to a discount on apples; you suppose the owner of the fruit stall is getting used to the two of you too, by the way he greets you and Chishiya as you enter the store. Instead of calling his bluff you kiss the blonde gently on his cheek, the warm fondness for him in your heart almost overwhelming. 
While Chishiya brings home an abundance of apples, you begin to return the gesture in a different way. You start frequenting the bakery across from your apartment complex, the air in the store as warm and sugary as the employee who works the register (who, by now, also knows you by name). You pick out desserts and pastries baked with apple to give to Chishiya, playing to the blonde's secret sweet tooth; golden chiffon cakes topped with apple slices, apple danishes sticky with honey. You felt that this exchange, with your sugary twists of golden pastry and fruit and Chishiya's plain apples, seemed to suit the two of you perfectly. Plus, it was a great way to trick Chishiya into developing a liking for the same desserts you did - you wouldn't mind an increase in apple tarts around the apartment, either.
"If I have to eat all these apples, you do too." You would insist, pressing a paper bakery bag into his hands, then grin when he sighs and reluctantly takes the pastry from you.
And aside from the fruit stalls and bakeries, you couldn't forget the grocery list, either - the square of paper was now always headed, without fail, with the word 'apple' written three times over in Chishiya's terrible doctor's scrawl. 
-
"Shuntaro, it's super late." 
Chishiya pushes hair back from his forehead, dark rings visible for once beneath his eyes. It surprises you to see the blonde look so tired, when he's normally so composed. You recall the night shifts he's been taking the past few days at the hospital, wondering exactly how much sleep he's had this week. "Maybe you should to go to bed."
"I should be telling you the same thing," he says. His voice is slightly rough from fatigue, although his words still manage to mantain an amused quality. He is disinterested in your concern; even though the two of you have been living together for some time now, you know that in some ways, Chishiya is still used to being alone.
"I'm not sleeping until you do," you say adamantly. The blonde sighs and turns to you wearily, his computer screen flickering before him and an array of papers spread over his desk. Medical reports, you presume, although you admittedly know shocking little about Chishiya's occupation. 
"It's going to be a while." He sifts through the documents with one hand, raising the other to pinch the bridge of his nose. "You shouldn't have stayed up as long as you already have. There's no point in compromising both of our sleep."
You fall silent, pressing your lips together. Chishiya turns back at you knowingly through half-lidded eyes, head tilted despite his weariness. Choosing to disregard his words, you step carefully into his room and gently kiss his forehead, resting your hands on his shoulders. "I'm not sleeping, Shuntaro," you repeat, slightly softer than the first time. "The burden of one is the burden of all, right?" 
Chishiya snorts, automatically leaning back into your touch. "That's ridiculous." 
"It's righteous, that's what it is." You grin. "Look, I'm going to make some hot chocolate. Do you want some?" 
He shakes his head, but you make up your mind to prepare two cups anyway, pattering into the kitchen to find the blue and white ceramic mugs you had bought when you'd moved in. All the mugs you'd brought from home were terribly chipped, but while you'd protested that it gave them character, Chishiya had silently added 'new mugs' to the shopping list. 
The steam from the drinks create soft clouds in the air, the warmth settling over your hands as you take both mugs by the handles. You briefly note to yourself to add cinnamon to the shopping list, having not found any in the pantry to add to the hot chocolate. 
On your way out of the kitchen, your gaze lands on the fruit bowl.  
Chishiya doesn't look up as you slide the white mug onto his desk, careful to avoid the various documents scattered over it. The other mug, the faded blue, remains in your hand as you place a shiny red apple beside the blonde's computer. Chishiya blinks, finally glancing curiously over from his computer screen.
"I know you're not supposed to eat before sleeping," you gesture to the apple with your free hand, "but just in case, okay?"
Chishiya raises his brows and you see his tense expression ease slightly, amusement evident in the smirk that plays across his lips. He closes his eyes for a moment, before reaching for the mug of hot chocolate. 
"Aren't you thoughtful," he hums, leaning back in his chair to take a sip. His eyes drift to the apple, and he taps the fruit with his other hand teasingly. "Well. While I am a stickler for rules about apples at night, I think I can make an allowance just this once." 
You laugh, lifting your own mug of hot chocolate to your lips. "Shut it. I'm never bringing you apples again."
He chuckles, taking another sip of his hot chocolate. "I'm devastated. Traitorous, that's what you are." He then pauses, tilting his mug thoughtfully. "Shall I add cinnamon to the grocery list?"
"Mhm. I think we might need more cocoa powder too."
"Right."
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You wake up the next morning to the sound of the apartment door opening and closing, followed by the quiet click of the lock. You find you are swaddled in a warm blanket, your two mugs of hot chocolate lined up neatly on Chishiya's desk. His chair is empty and last night's mess of documents is gone. You yawn, remnants of sleep still blurring your vision. Where is he, anyway? You recall the shuffling downstairs - ah, right - and realise the door just now must have been him leaving for the hospital. 
You sleepily make your way downstairs, collecting the mugs and placing them carefully into the sink. Your coffee machine calls out to you enticingly; you search for another mug to make your morning beverage, blearily taking the milk from the fridge after locating a glass and setting both items onto the counter.
But then you register, with surprise, the little red fruit positioned right beside your coffee machine.  
Something folded and crinkling sits beneath it, a hint of grey letters peering through the paper. You utter a soft laugh as you slide the piece of campus notepaper from under the apple, taking in Chishiya's penciled note.
Don't drink coffee on an empty stomach, it reads. It's bad for you. 
You fold the note back up, tucking it into the space between the counter and your coffee machine. There's no harm in doing what he says for once, you suppose. 
The apple glints in the morning sunlight before you pick it up and take a bite, munching thoughtfully on it as you make a note to visit the bakery in the afternoon. The last time you'd been there they'd advertised apple crumble, and you'd been hoping to buy some for you and Chishiya to share.    
The apples mean you're not staying away, either. 
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missellaneousworks · 7 months
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Excerpt from "Sundae Jack" - Fluff n' Smut SDJ Fic
Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY community. Therefore, the content of this fic is NOT APPROPRIATE for anyone under 18+ and should not be engaging with it.
Very self-indulgent Ella (OC) x Sunny Day Jack fic. The full version can be found on AO3 HERE.
Below is just a taste before things get spicy~
Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY series. MINORS DNI.
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Oh yeah.  It had been that kind of a week for Ella.
The tub of ice cream landed on the counter with an unceremonious clunk, followed by the rest of the ice cream fixings.  Strawberries, bananas, chocolate fudge syrup, and whipped cream.  After a whole week of work, paying bills, having her hot water shut off for two days due to a water main breaking…. She needed to treat herself.  So after a horrible week, Ella went to the store with a little extra cash she had left over and got herself the full sundae spread!
Jack’s head poked out of the bedroom as he was finishing up folding laundry.  “Welcome back, Sunshine!  Whatcha got there?”
“My salvation,” Ella remarked with satisfaction. “I decided to take some of your advice about treating myself after a rough week.”
In the not-too-far past, Ella would usually turn to a nice bottle of wine and a bubble bath to relax and unwind. But while walking down the frozen dessert section in the grocery store earlier, she found a brand of ice cream she hadn’t seen in years. Normally, she would sadly pass by before she could change her mind, but today of all days she figured why not?  Besides, Jack would probably appreciate a little sweet treat, too!
“Anything I can do to help?” Jack’s ever-cheerful voice inquired helpfully. 
“Actually, yeah! Can you slice up the strawberries and a banana?”
After retrieving the cutting board and knife, Jack began to cut the fruit into thin, even pieces, humming a melody that Ella didn’t quite recognize, but was sure she heard it before.  “You know, most people get cherries with their sundaes.  I like the fact that you bought strawberries, though!”
“Eh heh, yeah… cherries remind me too much like cough syrup.  I know they’re already cherry flavored, but still… I like strawberries more.”
���Blueberries are also great!”
“No kidding, Mr. Blue-Haired-Clown-Sir.”  Ella teased back.
“Pfft, okay, okay, that one was obvious.”
“A little,” Ella giggled.  As she removed the ice cream tub’s lid and began to scoop the into the bowl.  “You know, I’m also a fan of peaches and nectarines.”                                                        
“Those sound tasty!  Maybe we can buy some next time.  Can never have to much fruit for your diet.”
“Not unless they go bad because I don’t eat them in time.”
“That's what you have me, here for, Sunshine,” Jack said triumphantly as he finished cutting the fruit, quickly washing the knife and setting it into the sink drainer.   
“…to eat the fruits I don’t like?” Ella innocently blinked up a Jack, leaning into his side slightly.
Jack chuckled and shook his head.  “No, silly.  To make sure you stay happy and healthy!  So we can keep having ice cream dates together~”
“Hmmm!  A fine point, Mr. Sunny Day.”
“You know what they say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away!  So it’s important to keep you in pear-fect health!”
The silence was incredibly loud as Ella slowly, deliberately turned towards Jack.  “…honey.  May I remind I am armed?  With an ice cream scooper?!”
Jack didn’t even attempt to hold back his laughter.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t help it.  I just think you’re one in a melon.”
“I know where you sleep.”
“I should hope so,” now the clown was turning the tables again on Ella, his voice lowering an octave as he came up behind Ella and wrapped his arms around her waist.  “It’s right next to you, after all.”
A pleasurable shiver ran up Ella’s spine as she felt Jack’s breath across the back of her neck and shoulder.  Subconsciously leaning back onto Jack’s body, Ella almost forgot about the ice cream sundae, at least until she accidently knocked over the open jar of chocolate syrup and got all over the counter. 
“Ah, shit!”
“Whoops!”  Jack blinked at the mess, a slightly disappointed grimace across his face.  However, it didn’t stop him from getting a moist paper towel and dabbing the mess.  “I got it, Sunshine, don’t worry!”
“Guess your flirt was too hot for this hot fudge to handle.”
That earned her another chuckle from her lover.  “Want to cool down with this sundae?”
“I thought you’d never ask~”
Within moments, Ella and Jack were nestled on her couch with a blanket, and a sizable bowel of the sundae, with two spoons so they could share. 
“Um, is this okay?  That we’re eating out of the same bowl?  I thought about getting one for each of us, but I kind of thought it would be cute to share…”
“I don’t mind, this is perfect, Ella.” Jack reassured with that ever-comforting smile of his.
“I thought it was pear-fect.”
“Ooooh!  My own pun thrown back in my face.”
“You’re very handsome face,” Ella shimmied closer to Jack’s side and wasn’t blind to the slight blush on Jack’s face.  It was nice to know even he could get bashful at times.  Adorable.  “Anyways, let’s dig in—”
The abrupt pause in his Sunshine’s delight caused Jack to raise his eyebrow in confusion.  “What’s wrong?”
“…I feel like… we’re missing something.”  Ella thoughtfully tapped the spoon against her lower lip before her head snapped up.  “The whipped cream!  Oh my god, hang on.”
Her sudden departure to retrieve the forgotten condiment was amusing to Jack.  Ella’s strive to get something just right might have been considered a setback to others, but not Sunny Day Jack.  He took a lot of time and dedication to improve Ella’s quality of life, and even more important, her happiness. 
Which was one thing they had in common.  His sunshine worked so hard to make people around her happy, it just showed how kind, creative, and amazing she truly was.  Sadly, there were times when Ella overdid it—with the best of intentions, but it was a small secret Jack kept to himself; he felt that most other people didn’t deserve the time of day with Ella.  She worked so hard at work, maintaining her home, and her writing, and finding new inspiration to keep her going.  As the matter of fact was that Ella persisted despite all of the trouble and heartache she’d been through in the past.  And that fact alone made her… special. 
It felt good being in her light.  Incredibly, warm, light, and loving light.  It was only right that her attention shouldn’t be wasted on others who would otherwise dim that precious light.
He’d make sure it would stay that way.  Forever, if he had to. 
“Got it!” Ella triumphantly scampered back to the living room with the whipped cream.  She plopped right next to Jack again, shaking the can before placing a sizable dollop on top of the sundae.  “Now, it’s perfect!”
Jack couldn’t help the mischievous smile.  “You mean pear—”
“Don’t,” Ella pointed the can directly at Jack’s face in an attempt to look intimidating.  Though the scrunch of her noise proved to be cuter than anything.  “I am armed and dangerous.  Don’t you dare, Jack.” 
Jack bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the chuckle building in his chest, but he couldn’t resist teasing her… just a little.  He jokingly lifted both of his hands up in mock defeat.  “Oh-ho!  What do you intend to do now that I’m at your mercy, Sunshine?”
The glimmer in Ella’s eye was unmistakable.  Her finger pressed on the tip of the can’s spout, intending to spray just a little on his nose, to make good on her threat, and to be a little coy.
However.
After a moment, nothing came out, and Ella added a little more pressure.
Jack stiffened as a flurry of whipped cream erupted all over his face, covering his left eye, cheek, part of his lip, but most of it did land on his red nose.  Jack squeezed his eyes shut when he was met with a barrage of sweetness, not fully registering what exactly happened at first.   After one mortifying moment, Jack’s right eye blinked open.  Ella’s face blanched from utter embarrassment.
“Pffffft!” Jack’s shoulders began to shake.  Then a giggle slipped, followed by a snort. 
Ella could only blink back as the silliness of her nerves and the situation itself sunk in.  Jack hunched over in an attempt to turn and hide his face, but Ella could clearly see his eyes squeezed shut, and the corners of his mouth failing to suppress a smile. 
“Oh my God,” Ella released the beginning of her own breathless laugh before she finally quipped, “Sorry honey,” she genitively wiped the cream from his eye.   “Guess I was the one who blew their load prematurely, huh?”
Jack guffawed and doubled over with a shocked laugh.  “ELLA!”
It broke the damn that held back Ella’s jovial laughter as she hunched over while cupping Jack’s face.  “Hey, first time for everything, am I right?”
“You’re t-too much for me, sunspot!” Jack managed to eke out through his laughter. 
Ella giggled back, “Too bad! You’re stuck with me, innuendoes and all.”
“I’d hardly call that a bad thing, you know.”  Jack’s laughter began to subside into breathless chuckles.  Most of the cream had slid down his face and landed on his chest and lap. 
“O-oh,” Ella tried to remain focus, but Jack was so close to her.  “Let me help, honey.”  Quickly, she grabbed a napkin that was sitting on the coffee table blotted parts of his face to remove the sweet confectionary cream from his face.  Jack was perfectly still and let her work, seemingly content to let Ella touch him, even if it was just for the sake of cleanliness.  She could feel his warm breath against her skin.  He wasn’t even doing anything other than just sitting there, messed up by her own hand.  Yet something about it made it feel… oddly intimate.  Especially the way Ella was studying the sharp features of his face.
“I think that’s all of it—oh, wait,” Ella cupped the side of Jack’s cheek and guided it to the side.  “You’ve got something on your face…”
“Ella--?” Jack was cut off at the feel of Ella’s soft lips against his cheek.
The dusting of pink across her face as she pulled back was impossible to ignore, as was a small, coy smile.  “Never mind, it was just me.”
Jack’s smile widened, positively smitten.  “Have I told you recently that I love it when you get spontaneous?” 
The compliment hit its mark perfectly as Ella’s blush deepened before an idea began to form in her mind.
Spontaneous, huh…?
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Read more at the link on top. Thank you for reading~!
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angellayercake · 2 months
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I am curious about eating and then eating
Very curious 👀
Well Oakie!! You, @da-rulah and @adevilyoudo all have unlocked a sneaky peak of Banchetto!!! (although I think two of you may have already seen this 🙃)
This is not from the next chapter Insalata but from Fromagi e Frutta where Terzo and his little chef go on an actual date 💜
NSFW teaser under the read more
'No no you want to pair this one with the fig chutney and the cracker...' you trail off as he pops the cheese and grape into his mouth, his expression souring as he chews. So far he has decided to ignore all the suggestions he had been given, both from you and the ones so enthusiasticly given by the man running the stall. He drops back in his chair with a pout. 
'This is not a good substitute for your cooking cara,' he huffs crossing his arms and furrowing his brow. You have to press your lips together to stifle your laugh unable to help being flattered, but his lack of enjoyment thus far was entirely his own doing. Reaching over the board you carefully chose a slice of bread, smear it with cranberry conserve then a generous slice of brie. His eyes follow you as you finish it with a drizzle of fresh honey. You offer it too him but he doesn't even attempt to take it from you instead leaning down with a smirk taking a large bite directly from your hand. 
'Mmmm,' he lets out that delicious rumbling moan that can feel as much as hear. 'You see this is why I keep you around no? I would never know to do this.'
'You would if you just listened,' he shakes his head as he takes the rest of the bite deliberately sucking the remaining traces of stickiness and crumbs from you fingers. 
'More? Prego?' A man of his age should not be able to twist you around his little finger the way he does, but you are unable to resist the coy pleased look he gives you through his eyelashes. You want to say no and make him feed himself but your will power is in short supply around him at the best of times and he is well aware of that fact. 
'Fine,' you give in with a roll of your eyes which is more for show then put of genuine annoyance but he knows how easily he has won given the shiteating grin that spreads across his face. He props his elbows on the table and his chin in his hands as he waits for you.
'I'm ready for the next bite cuocoina,' he says giving you a sweet but insistant smile so you waste no more time selecting the next option. To contrast completely with the mild and creamy brie you chose a blue cheese, carefully piling it on a cracker with a slice of pear and a walnut. As you bring it closer he opens his mouth waiting for you to feed him.
'Really?' Yet again you find yourself making a token protest as you discover that you may enjoy feeding him as much as you enjoyed cooking for him. He didn't need to know that yet though. 
'It tastes better coming from your fair hands, cara. What can I say?' And so it continues until he has eaten his fill. You work your way through the variety of cheeses, offering him seconds of his favourites or changing flavour combinations where he wasn't so keen, all the while contending with him nipping and sucking and licking at your fingers at every given opportunity. Even though you had begun to build up a tolerance to his teasing and flirting, at least compared to the earlier part of your time with him you were beginning to reach your limits and with every tease felt closer and closer to just begging him to give you something. Almost as if he could tell you were at your breaking point he stopped you with a warm hand coming to rest on your thigh. 
‘May I have my desert now cuocoina?’ he asks fingers already sliding your skirt up your thighs until he can clearly see your underwear and the wet patch there is little point trying to hide. ‘Ah so you do enjoy hand feeding your Papa then.’ He spreads your legs and drops down to his knees so he is eye level with your cunt. ‘After all that fuss.’ He grazes his teeth over your clit, the material of your underwear protecting you but the threat still makes your thighs shake. When he does bite down it’s only on the hem of your underwear as he pulls them off you leaving you entirely bare to him for the first time.  
He just looks at first taking in the mess he has already made of you but in a split second his tongue is every where yet never stopping for long in any of the places you wanted him, needed him. Around and around and over your folds, the most gentle and frustrating suction as he makes little sounds of enjoyment that seem to vibrate through you. But his teasing as you fed him, his sucking and nipping at your fingers had already got you wanting so much more. Giving in you lace your fingers through his hair to guide him to exactly where you want his attention most. But he resists all your attempts, making the frustration inside you build and build. You try another tactic grinding your hips against his face but he pulls away as he presses your hips down onto the chair stopping any further movements from you and forcing a whine from deep in your chest. 
‘Cuocoina, please. I am just trying to properly enjoy my meal.’ He pauses to lick a long stripe, tongue flat and broad to give you as much friction as possible. You can’t breathe, not for a moment the sudden rush of pleasure the only thing your mind can comprehend but as soon as it starts it ends the only thing you can feel are the puffs of his warm breath. 
‘But perhaps you would prefer to feed me this too?’ He positions himself that he is are hair's breadth away from you before his vice like grip on your hips loosens. ‘Move’ he growls and you have to obey. 
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dianneking · 9 months
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Getting Mothered - a Sugar Mommy Boss Update
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Today's really hot and humid. Generally speaking I do love the heat of summer, I can usually withstand it pretty well and feel alive in it.
Not today.
Today my blood pressure is as low as it gets, I am feeling already sluggish in the morning, and by the time midday rolls around it feels like I'm moving around in thick syrup.
"Are you alright?" asks the boss lady. I nod. There's still a lot to do, and I've already drank water and ate a snack, not much else I can do. I'm in energy-saving mode and even talking needs to be rationed.
(I did not, in fact, fall asleep - no way I’d be able to relax enough for that - but that was a very kind thought. Also, she did not pounce me when she had the golden occasion to. That was also nice.)
By the time we finish all the work for the morning, I feel like my head is completely empty of thought.
"Do you want to go home for lunch?" She asks, and I shake my head stupidly. It's a 45 minute drive to my place, and the same to get back, and we've already finished late, there's no way it would fit into my lunch break without starting way too late in the afternoon. Also, even in my current state (and precisely because of that) I would not dare to put myself in the car. My reflexes are probably non-existent at the moment, thank you, brain fog.
Safety first and all of that. She looks at me. I blink back. She sighs.
"Come with me." I follow her to her door, and into her house. By now, I've been invited here enough times to be somewhat familiar with her kitchen. "Sit." I sit.
The cynical part of me tells me that if she were to try something right now, I'd probably not have the strength to do anything about it.
"Drink."
A bottle of electrolyte water hovers in front of my face. "Seriously. You should be able to take care of yourself by now. Aren't you from the plains? You should be used to even worse heat waves than what we get up here."
I shrug and chug down the drink as she clucks at me like a mother hen, not requiring real answers from me. Once I've finished it she already has another one ready for me. She putters around in the kitchen as I drink the second bottle more slowly, starting to feel the semblance of rational thought back in my brain.
"Can you stand without falling down like an overripe pear?"
"I'll manage"
"Go outside to sit on the covered terrace, it's nice and breezy even in the summer - but don't you dare faint on the way there"
"Duly noted"
She was right, the terrace is refreshingly swept by whatever airflow the mountains grant us today. She has a leather couch off to the side and when I sink into it it's the most heavenly spot I could dream of.
"Here. Eat up." She shoves a bowl of cut fruit into my hands, and sets a basket of bread nearby. "I'm going to catch up with emails. You stay here and recover."
"I can also..."
"Don't you even try that. Stay here. Eat. Rest."
I thank her, and she waves it away, already on the way back inside.
"Oh, and if you fall asleep, I'm not going to wake you up. Just give me a call when you wake up and we'll see about work."
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faegoddessog · 8 months
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 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 40/41
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Chapter 40: Mangoes and English Oak
Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, cunnilingus, fingering, sexual mangoes reference, Sex while eating, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll) female dominated PiV, Pinky and the Brain reference (lol)
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Series Summary:
You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.
SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.
Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 
Chapter 40: Mangoes and English Oak
Whatever it was that had been built between you seemed to evaporate with the mad fucking, the crying, the confessions and promises. Suddenly it’s like no time passed at all.
You two rummage in the kitchen, half clothed,  pulling out what few things were there, clearly you need to hit the market.  You nibble on toast with jam and tea with canned pears while leaning on the counter. 
You talk about your travels here and how nervous you were feeling to see him again. He talks about how he was anxious to see you too. You both smile at how you felt the same way. It feels comfortable again, finally.
You hop up to sit on the counter kicking your shoes off, closer to his height now.  You tell him you have 8-10 weeks, before going to begin the project for Tom and Rita. 
“When you go, maybe we can visit on weekends?” he suggests. 
“Oooo I like that, or meet in the middle, I do want to spend some time in France and Italy while I’m here,” you say. 
“Oh I would love that! We could fuel the French rumors more!” he laughs.
“Oh my god,” you laugh. “We could really keep them guessing!  Do we need to address that whole situation soon?"
He shrugs, "It's not really anyone else's business. Let them figure it out for themselves, it'll keep them busy."
You nod. 
"Oh! By the way, Marissa called me last week. She wanted me to thank you for setting her up with Kate. She says it’s been a dream come true.  I think she may actually be really good at it,” you smile at him. 
He moves his body between your legs, sliding his hands to your waist. Your breath catches just a bit. 
“It was my pleasure," he says, then hears what he said and who he said it to. He cracks a smile.
You can’t help but crack up, forehead to his chest, suddenly reminded of your inside joke about Chick-fil-A. He laughs too, putting his hand on the back of your head. "Do you suddenly feel like a sexy shower?" 
"Pavlov says yes... but the shower here looks tiny," you retort looking up from his chest. 
"We could always wait for a rain storm, I've always wanted to fuck in the rain..." he looks outside.
"Mmm, yes please, let's mastermind that" you say, rubbing up his chest to his neck and pulling him down for a slow kiss. 
After a long minute. He breaks the kiss, rubbing your thighs. 
“Do you know what your schedule will be like?” you ask, trying to handle the mundane in amongst the magical.  
“We just finished our mini boot camp yesterday, so we have a couple days off. I am told we should be working only during the week, so weekends should be ours. We’ll see how true that’ll be.” 
“It is ok if I stay here, right?” you realize that you hadn’t asked him at all, you just assumed. 
“Oh my god Kitten, yes please. I don’t think I could stand it if you didn’t. I need you all to myself for a while,” he wraps his arms around you rocking slightly side to side.
It’s amazing to be in his arms again, almost surreal. 
“I’m all yours sweetheart, morning, noon and night,” you look up at him.
He smiles down at you. A wave of awe strikes you. This amazing man loves you. Your mind is pulled to the little black box. You dutifully shove it away, ‘everything in perfect timing’, you tell yourself. 
“How long do you think Tom and Rita’s will take?” he asks, thinking about more time apart. 
“Oh, geeze,” you reply, thoughts pulled back to the now, “I can't even guess until I see it. Honestly it will depend on how fast materials get there and since it’s on an island, that will be an interesting twist!” 
“Then you’ll be done, huh, with your 7 continents,” Austin remarks, “then what?” 
“I don’t know,” you shrug, ”I suppose we will see what life lays at our feet.” 
“Our feet?” he says with a smile, “I like the sound of that.” 
“Of course baby,” you say snuggling up to him, “this, this right here is my dream now.” 
“Oh Kitten,” he lets out a huge breath, his arms tightening around you.
He leans forward to kiss your sweet mouth. The light kiss expands into parted lips, while tips of tongues solicit for entrance. Every other thought melts away as his kiss deepens. 
Kissing him feels like the oxygen you can’t live without. It’s like you’d been slowly suffocating for months without realizing it and now you can finally breathe deep.
He pulls back from you, looking into your eyes. 
“Is it alright if I take you to the bedroom?” he asks in a slightly cautious, but sultry voice, “I think I’m ready to take my time sweetheart.”
You bite your lip and nod. A smile spreads across his lips, like he was worried you’d say no. Silly boy, like you could say 'no' to him. 
He leans down and kisses your mouth. His hands glide down your back, snapping open the clasp on your red bra, almost as an afterthought.  He pushes his hands between your ass and the cold tiles of the counter. He bends his knees and your legs wrap around his waist, your skirt bunched up around your hips. He pulls you onto him. Your arms wrap around his neck and shoulders, helping to hold yourself on his lean body.  He has gotten stronger, you have too. 
He carries you, kissing you gently, to the bedroom. 
He lays you down on the side of the bed, your bra sliding off. His still undone jeans, underwear and shoes come off and he stands naked in front of you. 
It feels like the beginning again, even though he fucked you silly an hour ago. That was different, full needy desperation and all the difficult emotions that had built up between you. But this:  this is tender wanting, laced with love and all the feels. 
Your knees fall slightly together as you bite your lip. Your eyes are slowly taking in his Adonis-like form from head to toe and back again. Just the sight of him standing above you makes a little moan escape from your lips. Fuck he is magnificent.
He leans down to the bed, one finger tracing up your leg, the hem of your skirt still up near your hips. Its drape drags lightly along your bare and sensitive pussy lips as he slowly pulls the fabric across and out of the way. The barest of shudders slides down your spine. 
Then his knees are on the floor and his fingers are barely stroking your lips. He gently pulls your labia apart, stretching the skin around your clit just enough to make your inner lips contract.  You inhale an audible gasp. Pushing them back together, his fingers squeeze gently on the outside, near the root of your clit, massaging back and forth. Wetness seeps from between your lips. 
You blow out a little moan, fuck he remembers.  He pulls you apart again, blowing on your clit. The cold air makes you whimper. 
The tip of his tongue runs up and down the smoothness of your labia, teasing at what is to come. 
He is definitely taking his time, lips nibbling and tongue licking slowly, but not touching your clit. Not yet. 
Your breath quickens.
“Lord, I missed this,” he says, almost as a prayer. 
Then his fingers pull you wider, open and exposed. The tip of his tongue touches your clit. You gasp as a zing jolts you. He blows on it, then touches it again. Pause. And again.  
He is watching your reaction. His blue eyes peering over your mons with his tongue out long. Fuck, he is gorgeous. 
This please. Yes, this please, forever. 
Gradually his touches become tip-of-the-tongue undulations up and over your nub. Deeper, rolling his tongue farther down, down, down and into your entrance. 
Your breath is shallow and fast, little moans escaping with each new sensation. Then his tongue ripples up against your inner lips. His mouth closes around your clit with pulsing suction. 
“Oh my fucking god,” falls from your lips as you curl towards him, hands in his blonde hair, “did you get better at this?” 
His eyes open to yours and you feel the vibrations of chuckle against your labia. 
“Mangoes,” is all he says with a cock of his eyebrow and a lick of his lip. Then he dives back to the veneration of your cunt. 
Thank fuckin’ mangoes! Is there a god of mangoes? Because you need to deliver upon them all your offerings and praise! All hail mangoes, and Austin's tongue!
He pulls your clit into his mouth, tongue lightly flicking back and forth, then suction again. His fingers slide so slowly inside you. He is moaning into your pussy.  Your body is curled tight, flexing against his face. Then his fingers curl against your front wall and like a spring you uncoil, deep moans rumbling from your chest. The back of your hands beating the mattress. 
Beautiful, sweet release.  
He laps at your slit, drinking in all the juices that leak out as you shake on the bed.  Then his comforting weight is on your heaving chest. You stare almost dumbfounded into his eyes. He pets your hair, moving it out of your face. 
“Ready for more, my pet?” he asks. 
You can only nod still panting from your orgasm.
His lip curls up in a tiny smile, his little dimple appearing over the left corner. His hips rock, his cock rooting gently around your snatch, begging to be let in.  You lift ever so slightly, giving him room. Then he is barely in you, just an inch or so.
He freezes. Your hips strain up to his, getting him in you a scant inch further. He lifts back, teasing you. Your hips roll and you wrap your arms around him in an attempt to pull him to you. He refuses to let you.
“Oh my,” his voice deep and penetrating, “what a needy girl you are.” 
“Uh huh” you nod. 
“Do you need me in you?” he says, “is that what you want?.” 
"Want, need,” you moan, “please, please yes.” 
Slowly, he pushes himself into you. Every inch in and every inch out has your eyes fluttering and your body shaking. Then he stops, holding  himself up on his elbows and toes, letting you rut up to him.  Writhing against him, your body begs for more. You do your best to fuck yourself on his cock, but it’s not hitting right. 
“Let me…,” you say, pushing him off and rolling him over. You stand between his legs which are bent off the bed, feet on the floor. You plant your right foot on the bed next to his hip, your knee bent almost to your shoulder.
Rising up on the toes of your left foot, you grab the base of his cock and sink down onto him with a groan.  He can’t really thrust here more than flex his glutes. He smiles as you take charge. 
You place your hands on his hip bones, hunching over him like a big cat getting ready to pounce.  Your hips start rolling forward, tilting along his length, then pushing down and back in a slow steady rhythm. Each stroke rubs him along your g-spot. 
Oh my god it feels so good to ride him like this, to work yourself back and forth on him, angling right where you want him to hit. 
His thumb slides to your clit, giving you something more to rub against, something more to moan about.  Your hips move a little faster, your orgasm building deep inside  He is watching you grind yourself on his cock and hand. 
“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he spurs you on, "god you are so hot.” 
His other hand rises to rub his fingers across your nipples. 
“Ohmigod, yes, play with them,” you start to flood his dick as the sensations from your nipple shoot right to your pussy.  You are so close to unraveling on him. 
“Oh lord, you are so wet, you are dripping down my balls,” he moans.
He pinches your nipple and for a split second it’s too hard.
“Not too…”  you begin saying, then it unexpectedly pushes you that last tiny bit, “haaaaaa yes, fuck yes, fuck yes.” 
You are exploding onto him, the contractions of your core riding him hard. You curl up over him, shaking with how good he is in you, riding the wave of your orgasm. You shake down to a stop, catching your breath. 
“Oh gods, Kitten! Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he begs. His fingers dig into your hips now, intent on pushing you back and forth on his cock. Fuck. You can’t leave him hanging.
“You like this,” you breath out, moving on him, “me mounting you this way, riding you? Yeah?” 
“Yes, I do,” he moans, eyes closed, head tilted back. You had forgotten how sexy his neck was.  You realize how dominating this position feels for you, you are in control, you have the power. 
“You like it when I claim you?” your words coming out of their own accord in lieu of the moans of pleasure you feel bubbling up. 
His head raises, lust shrouded eyes meeting yours. He nods, biting his lip. Fuck, if that’s what he wants… a slow smile sneaks across your face. You grind down on him.  Shit it’s good, almost too good.
His eyes flutter closed.
“No, no, look at me Austin,” you tell him, pulling his chin. His eyes open, lost in sensation.
“You are mine. Your mouth is mine, your fingers are mine, your cock is mine, your cum is mine. I want all of you.” You put your hands on his chest, pushing him down, nails heedlessly digging into his skin, snapping your hips back and forth over him, overstimulating yourself in the best way. 
“Oh fuck!” his pupils are blown, his heart is racing in his chest, he is close to spilling into you, “I’m yours baby, yours! All fucking youuuuur,” he groans out as his eyes roll back in his head. He is so hot when he cums, it sets you off again. 
“Oh god Austin, yes, yes YES! ” your clit grinding on to the tight muscles of his lower abdomen as your internal muscles clamp down onto him. He groans, pleasure surging through you and through him.  Your bodies are buzzing, vibrating together in shared bliss. 
After you catch your breath, you climb off him and sit, leaning against the headboard. You spy the picture of you in your black dress in a frame on the bedside table. It makes your heart melt. 
Austin curls up, head in your lap and his arms around your waist. You watch him breath for several minutes, his eyes closed and a relaxed smile touching his lips. He could be sleeping. Your fingers lightly connect  the freckles on his left cheek in a curve then down his neck and arm. 
“God I love you, Austin,” you whisper. 
His smile broadens, not asleep. He turns his head to look up at you, his baby blues shining.
“I have never loved anyone like I love you, Kitten,” he says softly, finger tracing your jawline. 
You stare at one another, lost in the quiet of the moment, lost in each other.  You slide down next to him after several heartbeats,  wanting to feel all of your body on all of his. 
“This feels so good, so right,” you remark, snuggling close against him. 
“Oh Kitten,” his palm is tapping his chest, “I didn't realize how much missing you weighed on me, how much it hurt.  I’ve been living like that so long, the weight of it became normal.” 
You nod, totally understanding what he means. 
“I haven’t felt this good in months,” he says, ”and it just dawned on me that I don't hurt anymore.” 
“Oh my love…” you move his hand and plant kisses on his heart, “never again.” 
You spend the next several hours in the ebb and flow of one anothers embrace. You doze, you talk, you kiss, you slowly make love, you shower, you eat naked in the kitchen, you talk, your passion flares in a fiery kiss, you fuck hard, you eat again. In the wee hours of the night, you are both finally spent and curled up together. Just before you fall asleep, you press his hand between your thighs, cupping your mons. His fingertips lightly press against your labia. It’s oddly comforting. You smile and drift into a deep relaxed sleep. 
………
You wake up the next day before he does. You sneak out and go buy groceries at the Sainsbury’s down the street.  When you come back in, the house is still silent. You peek in and he is still dead asleep. Apparently, waking up early in distress was an Elvis shoot thing. 
You had decided to make french toast when you were at the store. You even bought cream to whip, which you end up doing by hand because there was no mixer. 
“Awoken by the whisk, I guess it’s better than the whip,” his deep voice resonates from behind you. 
“Hey! Good Morning,” you turn around, whisk and bowl in hand. He is leaning against the door with only pajama bottoms on. He looks divine. 
“Hungry?” you ask, rising on your tiptoes to kiss him. 
“For you? Always.” his hands come to your waist and pulls you into a passionate good morning kiss. 
“I’m sorry if I woke you up,” you say when your lips part. 
“No, it was good,”  his hands remain around your waist as you turn back to the counter to set down the bowl. “I was waking up already. When I realized you weren’t in bed, I almost had a panic attack thinking it was all a dream. Then I heard your racket in here.” 
“My racket is almost done and is going to be delicious,” you smile, dipping your finger in the white creamy fluff and  offering it to him over your shoulder, he slowly licks it off your finger.  A little involuntary moan whispers from your lips.
“Mmm, that is good Kitten,” he says. 
“Is it?” you dip your finger in again. Turning around, you  wipe it on his chest, just over his nipple. 
You lean forward, tongue out, flicking his nipple lightly as you lick up the slowly dripping vanilla flavored sweet cream. Then you cover his nipple with your mouth, gently sucking and biting. 
When you pull away, he is watching you from lowered lashes. 
“Mmm, is that how it is this morning?” he asks. 
“With you? Always,” you nod, looking up at him, “take your pants off and go sit,” you nod your head towards the table. 
A look of bewilderment flashes on his face, then he nods, untying the drawstring. Pulling his pants off right there, you see he is half hard. 
“Go, I’ll be there in a minute,” you turn your back to him, un-doing the top several buttons on your blouse and kicking off your shoes.
“Yes ma’am,” he does as he is told, watching you. 
You cut up some french toast into bite sized pieces, syrup, butter and whipped cream on them. You grate a little nutmeg and cinnamon on top. You grab one fork and bring a generous cup of tea. You walk over and set them on the table.
“Thank you,” says Austin, reaching for the fork. 
You bat his hand away. “No, wait,” holding up a finger. 
His look of confusion is priceless.  
You pull his chair perpendicular to the table, so he is facing sideways.  Stepping back, you slowly unbutton your jeans and make a show of taking them  and your underwear off. You slide your hands into your blouse removing your bra in the mysterious way all women know and all men wonder about. You lean over him, giving him a generous view of your dangling breasts.  You see he has gotten harder with your little strip tease.
Perfect.
His hands go instinctively to your hips as you lean further to kiss him deeply, passionately. Your hands slide around his neck and your legs open to straddle his lap, trapping his now hard cock against his belly.   You pull away from his lips, kissing along his jawline and down his neck. His hand slides into your hair to the back of your head, pressing you to continue. His other is wrapped around the curve of your ass, pulling you closer to him. 
“Are you hungry Austin?”  you ask quietly, deviously. Your fingers slip the last button of your blouse  out of its hole, exposing your front to him.
“Um… yes,”  almost more question than statement. He is totally unsure of what is happening here, “but…and.. ” 
His words hang in the air as you grab the cup of tea and pass it to your non-dominant hand. You pick up the fork, stabbing a piece of french toast. You offer it to him, letting him take the bite off the fork as you sip the tea.  As he is chewing you rise up and sink your pussy over his cock. His eyes close for a second as he stops chewing to inhale through his nose. 
You nonchalantly take another sip. 
He swallows with a shaky breath.
You slide up and down slowly continuing to offer bites to him. His breath comes little moans as he keeps taking food off the fork.  
You put the tea down. 
Neither of you say anything, eating and fucking is all your brains can process at the moment. 
Words would ruin it. 
It’s unexpectedly erotic.  
Thinking would break the spell.  
He takes the fork from you, turning the tables. He offers, you chew.  He flexes and pushes into you. Your eyes go wide, then your tongue rolls the flavors in your mouth, then you swallow as he pulls back. 
Your breath comes out wobbly before he offers you a second bite. Again and again this slow fucking and feeding continues. 
By the time the plate is empty, syrup, butter and whipped cream has dripped unheeded onto your tits due to his having to use his non-dominant hand.   One drop is trailing dangerously close to your vulva.  Remembering that you don’t like sugar there, Austin places the mostly empty plate on the chair next to him as you finish off the tea. As one motion he grips your ass, fixing you to him, and stands up, laying you back on the table, stopping the runaway drips of liquid sugar in their tracks.  His cock pulls back as he slowly lowers his face to your vulva. He catches the drop and backtracks its pathway with a lapping tongue. 
The empty tea cup slips from your fingers unnoticed.  
He finds each drop of syrup, each plop of whipped cream and luxuriates in slowly licking each, nibbling his own path between each one. By the time he is done, your heaving chest tells him you want more. 
He pulls back, double checking his work. He looks curiously at your breasts, realizing that they had been unsullied by thick, sweet fluid. Then he swirls  his finger in the plate of cream and syrup, bringing up a creamy mix reminiscent of sweet cum.  The idea of it being cum makes you want to tip the whole plate onto your chest. 
You watch as he lets it drop onto a nipple, then offers it to your mouth. Greedily you suck on his finger, eyes closed. The taste makes you want to break your rules and coat yourself in it. When you open your eyes, he is watching you suck his finger, lips slightly pursed and blowing out a breath. You are guessing he’d like it all over his cock too.
He pulls his finger out and wraps his talented tongue around your nipple, holding your breast in his hand. He sucks it into his mouth, brushing the nipple with his tongue, holding it in a gentle bite with his teeth.  
You moan, your clit throbbing all of a sudden. He pops it out of his mouth and works his way to your neck. With hands kneading and rubbing your breasts, he sinks his teeth into the meat of your neck.  Goosebumps spring up along your arm and down your side. He pulls back, running a finger along the tiny pebbles, evidence of your arousal.
Then he is staring at your eyes, soft and full of desire at the same time.  He leans down slowly and gently rubs his lips to yours, side to side. Not hesitant, but sultry.  You coax him closer with your tongue darting out to touch his soft, full bottom lip. He slowly  gives in to your lingual seduction, diving to deepen the kiss. Lips open, mouths press,  tongues explore. 
It’s hard to tell who is tempting who. 
Before you know it, one hand is gripping the table edge next to your head, the other having trailed down your side, over your hip and under your ass. He lifts you just slightly, enough to give himself a straight route to your core. His mouth never leaves yours as he slowly presses into you.  
A long whining moan resonates in your sinuses as he buries himself deep in your wet and wanting pussy. He takes his time to pull out, focusing more on devouring your mouth with his. 
Then he thrusts in hard, using the table as leverage. 
You gasp through your nose, vocal cords vibrating on the exhale, whimpering against his tongue. 
Pulling out, his hand adjusts on your ass,  almost massaging the flesh of your glutes. Then another hard thrust and his fingertips dig in. 
God it feels so good, he is hitting you in all the right places inside.  
He continues his pattern of kissing you while pulling out, and digging in his fingers while thrusting hard.  
In this moment, he is beautifully masterful in his authority, his immense self control. His energy is all male, but not noxiously so. By taking his time, going slow,  every thrust is slowly luring you, pushing you, enticing you to orgasm.  Soon your hips are tilting up to meet his thrusts. His mouth leaves yours as he starts to moan in his own pleasure. He seems almost lost in place and time
He has you balancing on the head of a pin, for long minutes as he builds slowly.
Your breath is panting, despite the slow pace. Your hips are vibrating against him, wanting more, needing more. Just a little and you will fall apart. 
He leans back, his other hand sliding under your ass. He stops for a moment, watching you squirm under him, a little decadent smile on his face. Your eyes are begging him, your hands are opening and closing, shaking, fingertips rooting at your teeth,  not sure what to do with themselves. 
With both hands digging into the muscles of your butt, he unleashes on you. Giving you everything you wanted and more.  
Your hands fly to the edge of the table, holding on for dear life. The way his hands are digging, massaging  into your ass feels exquisite, adding that much more to your orgasm. His cock is giving no quarter as it pummels into you. 
The imagined weight of your eyes rolling back tilts your chin up, your throat vibrating with deep guttural groans. Sharp undulating waves roll up your spine, arching your back further and further up with each pass. Your whole body shakes with force of his hips. You ride the high as he rides you, deep and fast. 
His scream comes from his gut; loud, resonant, primal. His hands squeeze deeper, pulling you onto him as he thrusts become hard and jerky, eyes closed and teeth bared.  His breath holds as pushes deep with little thrusts, giving all of himself to you.  
“Oh gaw,” bursts from him as the vacuum is released from his lungs. He stumbles a little against the table, lightheaded.  
You pull him down to you, his torso laying on yours, his hands  still trapped under your ass. Your chests heaving together, heavy breaths blow across your breasts.  
Eventually he pulls his hands out from under you, standing upright. He helps you off the table, now messy with more than just syrup.  
“Wow, sturdy table” he says, pulling you into his arms. 
“Probably English Oak” you say without missing a beat.
You both giggle,  still euphoric. 
“Well, that’s one way to have breakfast,”  he says.
“Right! It was freakin’ sexy though, more so than I thought it would be,” you admit.
“Yeah, I would’ve never thought to do that… but it worked. I don’t think anyone but you could pull that off though, further evidence that you are a sex magician, wait no, Enchantress”  He smiles, remembering that night on the top floor of the Emporium.
“Fuck yeah!” you respond with a giggle, leaning in to gather a kiss from him. 
“I’m actually still hungry,” you say, “shall we clean up the table and just like… eat?” 
“Yes please! Can I have my own fork this time?” he asks with sly smile. 
......
After second breakfast, Austin cleans the kitchen up while you go and actually unpack your bags.   You are humming happily to yourself, hanging things up in the wardrobe, tucking things away. There is an antique vanity on the wall opposite the bed complete with a trifold mirror. 
You figure you might as well use it for what it’s for and put your hair brush, makeup and brushes there along with what was left of the little bottle of essential oil Austin sent you. You also decide to be cheeky and artfully arrange  your collections of vibrators and butt plugs there too, giving the blue sapphire one center stage. The whole thing makes you giggle out loud. 
“What’s so funny,” Austin comes in, drying his hands on a kitchen towel he has slung over his shoulder. He’s, again only in his pajama bottoms. 
“Tah Dah!” you say arms stretched out to your sex toy display.  
“Oh geeze Kitten,” he chuckles blushing a little, “what if someone comes over?” 
“Well, if they are invited to the bedroom, then they should know what they’ve agreed to,” you give him a sly smile.
He nods, deciding not to argue with your logic. “Well, in that case,” he walks over to a drawer in the dresser and pulls out his two hanks of black rope, the lube and his own set of butt plugs you bought for him.  He hangs the rope from the corner of the mirror and puts the lube and plugs in amongst the arrangement. “There, no holds barred now!” 
He grabs you in a huge hug, kissing your forehead. 
“What are we going to do today Brain” you say in your best Pinky voice. 
“The same thing we do every day Pinky,” he answers as Brain, without missing a beat, “try to take over the world!” He dramatically clenches his fist. 
You both giggle, sharing the weird childhood memory.  
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you say, sexily, leaning up to press your lips to his. 
“I think so” his voice husky, his lips rubbing against yours, “but burlap chafes me so.”
You completely lose it, like in the absurd way that makes other people look at you like a loon. You are laughing so hard tears run down your face, you can’t breathe and you fall onto the bed. 
Your ridiculous laughter makes him laugh too. Soon your bellies are sore and you are in a heap together on the bed, catching your breath. 
His arms surround you. It’s the most comfortable you’ve felt in months. 
“I do want to play with you later today, if that’s ok,” he asks. 
“Yes please, anytime is a good time for playtime. What do you have in mind?” you ask, cuddling up to him. 
“I have some ideas taking shape, but I think you’ll have to just wait and see,” he says… kissing your nose. 
“Oooo, antici……” you leave the word hanging.
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bellisb · 4 months
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Story continues 3/x
Hanna decided not to go home this weekend, she needs to be alone, Maria and Valery are going back to their homes.
She will continue exploring her priorities. 
It’s Saturday morning and Hanna wakes up. She steps in front of the mirror and looks at herself. She likes what she sees, her breasts fill the bra very well and her belly looks rounder again. She goes to Marias room to step on the scale. Wow the scale shows 73kg. Just two weeks since she left her parents. Hanna analyses her feelings, she feels a little bit embarrassed, a little bit scared (what will say her mother) but she feels satisfied. And maybe a little aroused.
She goes back to her room in front of the mirror she pushes her belly out and rubs it. This is shape I like, this is what I want. Or maybe my belly can be a bit bigger? 
Hanna goes to the kitchen and takes big glass, fills it with milk and drinks, she fills another and another. Her belly is full with those three big glases. Hanna goes back to the mirror. Her belly is rounder and she loves the feeling of fullness. She want to explore it more.
She starts to prepare breakfast. Toasts, peanut butter, jam. 2 toasts as usual or maybe she can eat three?
She sits on couch and eats toasts, she enjoys the feeling of her belly full of milk. And she is able to eat three toasts. Her belly is full, skin is stretched and Hanna keeps exploring her feelings. She loves what she feels - the feeling of full satisfied belly, she loves what she see - round swollen belly. 
What else? What else she feels, what else she wants. She wants to eat more, no she really isn’t hungry, but she wants to push her limits. Is she able to eat more? How will her belly look like? How would it feels?
She goes back to the kitchen.
Now she needs something salty. She prepares more toast bread and she takes camembert, nuts, a green pear, butter, pasty and red onion.
She puts butter on her toasts and than camembert and chopped wallnuts and tiny slice of pear. She puts this toast to microwave to let the cheese and butter melt.
Another two toasts she prepares with pasty and chopped red onion.
The food looks and smells so good.
Hanna isn’t hungry, but she loves to eat.
She sits on couch and starts to eat, first toast is finished, Hanna feels so full, a little bit unconfortable, two more toasts to go. She decides to eat them and she chows and swallows, she feels uncomfortable, but forces herself to chow and swallow, chow and swallow. Finally it is done. Hanna sits on couch breaths heavily, her belly is si full and she feels so tired and sleepy… she fells asleep.
Hanna wakes up 3 hours later. She feels better, very thirsty and hot. She looks at her swollen belly it is so big and round. She loves it.
She goes to her room to write to her food diary.
Hanna’s diary
I love pushing my limits.
I feel so proud of my ability to eat a lot.
As I could remember I always felt great when some of my friends adored my ability to finish every meal I had. It made me feel like queen. 
Yes, that is what I want to be.
Hanna the queen of eating
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astridthevalkyrie · 2 years
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A Scene Popped Into My Head But Instead Of Writing A Whole AU I’m Just Going To Write That One Scene <3
—> Scene Capture Fics Masterlist
—> Today’s Feature: Assistant Petra!
—> a/n: yes, i AM posting a scene capture fic after a long time and yes i am doing it for petra and not levi. if you want to know, please read the first line in this post &lt;3
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"Good morning," you offer coyly to the shirtless man next to you, who doesn't offer you anything more than a grunt in response as he types away at his laptop.
Yes, this is just a wonderful thing to wake up to.
"Are we dating now?" You stretch as you wake up fully, sitting up and pushing aside the strays of your hair from your face carelessly. Levi doesn't even grace that one with a sound, just a clear grimace. You smirk, not that he sees you. "Fine. You were good, though."
"I know that," he says dismissively, still not looking away from his Tetris game or whatever else must be so interesting on the screen.
Always a delight with him. Yawning, you toss on your bra and panties before stepping out of the bedroom, greeted by the too-bright light streaming through the window of the kitchen. If you weren't so high up, you'd be slightly concerned about someone seeing you.
Although, it looks like you don't have to worry, since someone who's already inside is doing all the seeing anyways.
A pretty redhead in a pencil skirt and adorable blouse takes you in, blinking in surprise a few times before she clears her throat. "Um. Let me escort you out, ma'am."
"Excuse me?" You raise a brow at her as you grab a plum from the bowl of fruits that Levi never eats but always keeps freshly stocked. "Who are you?"
She stands up straight, like she thinks you're appraising her—you're really not, you just wanted to know why some random lady was in Levi's apartment.
"I'm Petra Ral, ma'am. Mr. Ackerman's assistant. I organize his schedules, accompany him during all his meetings, and escort his...guests, off the premises."
You snort. "So you what, take out the trash? Not very feminist of you."
Petra flushes scarlet. Easily embarrassed, clearly. Levi sure knows how to pick them, this is the cutest assistant he's had in a while. You wonder if they...nah, Levi's too much of a dork to try anything with someone who works for him. "That's not what I meant to say, you put words in my mouth."
You could put something else in her mouth, something pink that you keep at home in your second drawer, to the left.
"Wasn't my intention, Ms. Ral," you mimic her formal tone back, "but you also don't need to worry. I'm not hanging around due to clinginess, I'm just hungry." With that, you take a large bite of the plum, taking care to swallow and lick the juice off your lips before speaking again (to your delight, Petra watches every motion). "Levi won't get pissy with you, don't worry. We're old friends."
Friends might be stretching it, but you've clearly made the cute girl awkward enough already, so you don't need to go further by saying you and Levi liked each purely for the sex.
"I...see. In that case, can I get you something, ma'am?"
"No," you offer cheekily, leaning on the counter, aware that you're only in your undergarments and that she's doing her best to pretend she's not trying to look at your chest. "Just your company is plenty this morning, Ms. Ral."
Once more, she blushes.
Holy shit, you chose the right night to hook up with Levi.
Still, you suppose he's not the only one with important affairs to attend to, so you really should get going. It's too bad, you really wanted to stay and flirt with this pretty girl, but duty calls. You finish your pear and give her a wink before heading back to Levi's room to change.
"Hey, darling?"
"Don't call me that," comes Levi's immediate response. Just another nickname to add the blacklist, then. "What?"
"I'm gonna hook up with your assistant. Just a heads up," you offer casually, before turning on your heel to head out.
"Fucking hell," you hear him mutter under his breath, "not again."
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zimwritez · 9 months
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let you break my heart again
en- hyung line.
WC: 1.2K (300-ish per member)
Warnings: angst, mentions of sex if you squint, basically just enha hyungs rejecting u/picking other girls
A/N: idek why i wrote this ig i just craved the drama and it was short and it felt right. love u!
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the cheering from other students rings through your ears as you bow and walk away from the center of the dance floor. it was a Wednesday, which meant it was dance group with a bunch of people in the area. you and a couple of your friends had just finished a hip-hop routine you made the week prior. just then, they called for some female and male dancers to come up. you decided to take a chance, too simply see what would happen.
they put you all in pears, and you ended up with the one and heeseung. he’s been dancing with the group for a while now, but you guys haven’t really talked. when you realize that you were matched with him, you really didn’t know how to feel. after the dance, though, you knew that some part of you liked him.
you couldn’t tell if it was the way he looked at you or the way his hands touched your body but it made you feel like you were on fire. it was so intense, it had to mean something.
and he felt it too. he had to of! that same day he talked about choreographing something for the next week. and every day for hours you guys sat in that empty practice room alone, trying to figure out what foot to move first. the next meetup came (all to quickly). one last re-assuring look into his eyes and you guys were ready to perform.
and it was beautiful. it was everything you could have hoped for. you swayed and moved like the most gentle ballerina, and it was perfect in every single way.
that’s why it was so shocking when you heard what he said.
after you finish and go get some water, you find your way to Heeseung again. confidently and smiley, you ask,
“so um, would you want to go get drinks after today?”
he looks up slightly confused and says
“umm..like a date?”
you really don’t know how to respond, so you just simply say “yes?”
and all he said was “no thanks.”
and that’s all he had to say.
you respond with a mumbled okay, give your best smile and walk away. it didn’t make any sense!
you haven’t been to dance practice since.
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“okay mr. park! i have the house cleaned up and your bed is made. you can go to sleep whenever and if you need anything just yell,”
you’ve formed a close relationship with jay’s family ever since you became one of their housemaids & caretakers, but you don’t see jay often. obviously.
the first time you met him was a dream, though.
you were tasked with making dinner, which was stressful enough, but then his dad really wanted you to eat with them, so you also had to get ready. the food was gorgeous, thank god, it took all day to make. different blends of flavors all came together to taste perfect. you ran upstairs quickly, to change. you settled on a short ruffled black dress with some gold accents. all you had to do was take down your hair and then you speeded back downstairs. before walking into the dining room, you catch your breath.
walking in, you saw him. he was dressed so well, and his face just made it. it was like a real life oil paining. greeting each other, he complimented your earrings and compared them to his own (which were gold too, twin flames).
i wish all the times after this were the same too. at first they were fun, “accidentally” bumping into him with the laundry or getting him anything when he needed it. then he started bringing girls home, which you repeated was fine multiple times. but if it's fine then why does your heart hurt and it's hard to breathe when you hear the noises they make through the walls.
it’s been half a year and hes home again. this time you don't even bother to change for dinner.
you look past the decent food at the pair of locked hands across the table, and you ask yourself to be excused. no other words were said.
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looking at the table across from you, the picture is different from normal. instead of an empty chair, you see him, the puppy in the flesh. everything is almost perfect. there is a sweet smell of waffles and syrup in the air. you’re wearing one of your big hoodies, and the sunlight is shining through the window. what could be so wrong with this picturesque morning? it’s that you aren’t in his arms. you aren’t making breakfast with him behind you, smiling at the way your hands look so small in that hoodie, wondering why you aren't wearing his. instead, he’s just sitting at the table, scrolling through tiktok, trying to find a girl to love that isn't his best friend. you press your lips for a moment, then speak.
“jake. do you ever think that love isnt for you?”
“no? i just havent met her yet.”
“are you sure?”
theres a bitter silence, contrasting the taste of the waffles.
he looks at you, blank expression. “yea.”
and you know he thought about you. he thought about you and said no in his mind. said “i would never date her”. and now you’re about to cry at 8 am.
and you burnt the waffles.
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the first thing you remember feeling was coldness, not even recognizing the pain until you see the blood on the ice. you tap your face and realize you have a nosebleed. sitting up, you hear the noises of someone coming to help, but it's still hard to see. your tears clear to see a tall, slender man reaching out a hand. without saying a word, you stand up. he bows, you bow. you quietly speak a small “thank you” and he skates away, lips sealed.
ever since then, you’ve been coming to the rink very often, trying to find the man that you've nicknamed jack frost (because they look so similar). you’ve havent seen him once. not even a glimpse. a few days pass and you go to the rink again. you see the slender man skating around, wearing all black. you debate what to do. fall down again? just skate up to him? wait by the exit? you decide to stand by the vending machines and pretend like you dont even notice him. when he buys a milk, you stand up and greet him.
“hey! thank you for helping me out yesterday.”
“oh! you’re welcome. sorry for being so quiet, i had my headphones in”
“it's fine! do you have social media?”
and it went on beautifully from there. at least it did in your mind. you guys texted off and on for the next couple months, and anytime you tried to plan something he always was busy, which sucked. there were a few nights where you called, but i mean it when i say few.
finally, months later, things have changed. you rarely talk and you don’t think about him that often. until you saw him leaving the rink. stupidly, when you come to him, you say,
“hi! remember me?”
he oddly lets out a “no.” it's cold toned.
before you can even think of what to say, you hear a sweet sounding “baby!”, followed by seeing a pair of arms wearing white sleeves reaching around his waste. again, without saying a word, he turns and leaves. as they’re walking away, you can hear her say “who was that?” and he replies, “not sure, some weird girl”.
and that hurt more than smacking your face on the ice.
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A Morning With Viktor Hargreeves
A/N: Hi! I'm Mx. Potter. This is my first time writing for The Umbrella Academy(and most likely will not be my last cause i love this show a lot). I am obessed in love with Viktor/Elliot. If any of you have any request for him please dm me! I would love to write some more for him or any of the other characters! Or if you have any other requests in general theres a previous post with the shows that I do(and im planning on writing some for the new show The Sandman on Netflix(please watch it! its sooooo good!) Anyways I'm rambling. But I hope you enjoy this!
PLEASE DO NOT STEAL IT IS MY ORIGINAL WORK!
Summary: Nothing much going on just a little fluffy morning with Viktor
Warnings: None that i know of(theres a mention of house smoke and kisses i dont think that it needs a warning but just in case)
"Y/N?" You heard a soft voice call out to you. You mumbled something a little unintelligible and scuttled closer to the pillow you tightly had in your arms. A second passes by and you hear the shuffling of footsteps gentle yet filled with determination as they fill the quiet essence of the reverberating room.
You and Viktor just moved into this apartment staying at his old place for a while and with us working extra, we were shocked(yet not surprised) that the both of you could pull through and afford it. It still needs some decor to make it more; 'us' you both thought.
Today was our day that you and Viktor could have to yourselves.
"Y/NNNNNN" The voice dragged on and lightly shook your body that was under the trance of your slumber. You mumbled a little louder with a hint of annoyance fervent clear and apparent in your voice. The footsteps descended away from the bed as you slightly opened your eyes just enough to see Viktor shamble his way to the abnormally large window with a small window seat that perfectly sits two people.
He pulls both curtains open with a gentle force to not blind you nor himself in the process. You squinted almost immediately, and pulled the duvet over your head. "Noooooo!" you said just above a whisper but a little below a shout. He chuckled and peared the blanket off of your face. "Come on! I want to see that pretty smile!" he says to you adoringly. You pull the blankets up even more to try and hide your flustered face.
"I made breakfast!" You quickly sat up. "Really?" You questioned him. He nodded lightly. "Is it cereal?"
"Wowww!" He replied and gasped dramatically. "Is my cooking really that bad?" he interrogated back completely flabbergasted. "I don't know...tell that to the kitchen, my favorite pot that turned jet black and to the whole building that had to evacuate, cause there was so much smoke." You stated with your arms crossed and a smug grin evidently plastered on your face.
"How do you remember that? It was a while ago!"
"It was literally a week ago." You spat. Viktor then playfully scoffed.
"Well since you remember that then do you remember when mysteriously burnet cereal?!" He hummed in response.
You then mumbled something as you crossed your arms and pouted.
Viktor leaned in and gently grabbed your hands in one of his, then caressed your right cheek and kissed your forehead lightly.
"Come on, my little cereal burner. Time for breakfast." He said as he pulled you out of bed. You reluctantly got out of bed and followed him.
Another day, another most-likely-burnt meal.
With one of the most misunderstood, yet lovelyest person in the world.
Here's a little more(cause i knew i had to end it but it can't help myself i love this man!)
After we finished eating we(meaning you) immediately ran back to bed, as if it was calling out to you. Viktor chuckled as he witnessed you climb back into bed, he then joined you shortly after, wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your temple, whispered an 'I love you'. You would've responded but you were already fast asleep with a smile loosely draped over your face.
A/N: This kind of seems out of character for him at least a little but that's how i think Viktor is with his s/o! Fight Me! 😤
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If the muse strikes you, I’d really love to read something about a super curvy chubby!Bucky? Big hips that stick door ways and a butt to match. Moobs that Steve is obsessed with shaking around. Maybe a sugar daddy Steve who likes to buy Bucky things that compliment his physique?
No pressure, just a little something gnawing at my brain.
Curvy Bucky
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I didn't make this Bucky quite as big as your prompt because I went down a different rabbit hole but hopefully you still enjoy this-!
Unbeat'd stucky belly kink content under the cut. Warnings for sugar daddy au, semi-public, feminization, stuffing, weight gain, slight humiliation, slight slight mentions of upset surrounding weight gain (Bucky's worried that Steve will make him lose weight when he "realizes" for like a sentence):
It starts with Bucky's hips flowing out over the waistband of his jeans; love handles and hips and a little spare tire that doesn't fit in his denim because his sugar daddy keeps taking him out to fancy restaurants. Restaurants where he can't resist the unbelievable flavors, eating until he's full except... eating until he's more than full too, since he can't resist his daddy's puppy dog eyes when he tells him he wants to order more for him and he wants him to eat it, please? Not that it's not that hard to always finish it when he asks... Bucky hates feeling wasteful. He hates leaving parts of his plate unfinished or untouched when he gets that full that he can't stomach any more food. He hates it even though he knows his daddy has more than enough disposable income; clearly he does, he's wasting money on paying for a companion that would be around him 24/7 anyway. No questions asked. So he should get over feeling wastful sooner rather than later but he just can't. Not with food at least.
So, yeah, at first when Bucky realizes he's gained weight, it's because he gets stuck in his jeans. Unable to peel them down his plump thighs after fighting tooth and nail to get any excess room to manipulate the fabric enough to unbutton them. Hips squeezed by the too tight fabric because that's where the weight of indulgence is going primarily so far. His hips and thighs and butt. Pear shaped.
However, the problem grows (as Bucky grows 🥴) when he moves onto his sweats and rips the seat of them as he bends over to sit down. His fat ass overcoming his biggest clothes. Literally ripping them to shreds. Spilling out. Fat and jiggling. He's lucky it happens when he's not at daddy's. Face instantly red. Frozen in place. So embarrassed. Oops. 😳😳😳
After that, Bucky buys himself some new jeans and sweats quietly. A little spooked that if Steve notices the weight gain, his daddy might comment. Right? Daddy might mention that he needs to stay in shape in the same way Steve has to, high society being so vain. But... Steve's never cared about how Bucky appears to anyone else. He doesn't care if his manners don't match prissy, high society. And Bucky doesn't know for sure how his daddy feels about it generally. The weight gain. And he doesn't know whether he's noticed it or not... so, Bucky doesn't mention it.
Daddy hasn't stopped buying him lavish meals constantly though. Always taking him out to eat - and making sure he eats as much as he physically can while they're out - or sending him treats to his door step or to his work- making sure he's well fed, more like, too well fed. So, yeah, Bucky doesn't know if Steve doesn't care or hasn't noticed.
Although, it's hard to imagine that he wouldn't notice. His hands are always all over Bucky. Squeezing, or rather, groping him. Grabbing. Pinching. Biting. Kissing. They're like horny teenagers all over again. Unable to not be handsy around one another. Obsessed with each other.
Once Bucky sizes up his bottoms and his growing problem doesn't stop because his sugar daddy is pushing of literal sugar (and literal salt and every other flavor/flavoring (including flavors Bucky had never tasted before living the high live)) into him doesn't stop either. His shirts go next. Getting too small.
It's not so much his tummy, even though his tummy is getting softer and softer, not really hanging out in a round dome- not unless he's just had a date with Steve and is stuffed to hell and back. He's just... Thick. His waist is thick and yet jiggly. Not swelling into a ball though, just stocky. His shirts start to get small because his pecs are puffing up. His pecs turning into little breasts.
His nipples jutt through his shirts all the time. Perky and hard and embarrassing. Like breasts. The fabric of his shirts pull across his chest. The buttons on his formal shirts pull and create gaps; the tighter ones gap over both his tummy and chest, and the more forgiving ones gap over just his chest. Either way, its embarrassing but also hot. Especially when a server's eyes flick down to the gaps, they make a face, and then look back up, lifting their nose up at him in a way that draws Steve's attention. Making Steve look at his ill-fitting shirts. His daddy.
And eventually, they get so small he has to buy himself a new selection of tops too, both because of his tummy and his breasts. His boobs- moobs. His tits whatever you want to call them. Mostly his growing tits make for his need for new shirts though. His growing chest is the reason for new shirts day-to-day, living his life, and his belly the reasons for new shirts nightly. Whenever he goes out with Steve he goes to bed stuffed, bloated, and so full he's sure he'll never need to eat again and then its his belly that's the problem. But the rest of the time, his shirts are too tight around his chest, rubbing his nipples raw or gapping or making it hard to breath. It's a constant reminder of the weight he's put on 🥵🥵
...
Steve tells him, both in the proverbial bedroom and outside of it, that he enjoys taking care of Bucky.
"Daddy loves seeing his boy well taken care of-" then, after a lengthy pause "-and daddy loves seeing his boy well well fed too."
That's the first time Bucky gets a hint that Steve might be into this. This- his body. His... uh... growing body 😳
The second hint, not just a hint and more an obvious shove, is when Steve has him in his lap, they're still kissing like they both didn't just get off, Bucky jiggling and bouncing in Steve's lap, riding him and letting Steve's big hands grab and squeeze him all over- all his soft places. His thighs. Hips. Bloated belly. Tits. Puffy upper arms. And Steve tells him between kisses - because they're both still half-clothed, so frantic to get their hands on each other after brunch - "let daddy buy your next wardrobe, baby, don't do it all by yourself, c'mon, let daddy help, daddy wants to help-"
That hint let's Bucky know that Steve knows he's been buying, in clothing size, bigger and bigger wardrobes for himself. Steadily outgrowing everything he owns. Steadily getting curvier and curvier. Softer and softer.
Bucky agrees, moaning, "a-anything, daddy, anything you want," because he wants to keep kissing him, not talking, and... well, less work for him, right? It's totally not that Bucky wants Steve to pinch at his fat sides and fat thighs and fat ass while looking at him in the plain light of day, telling him he's been eating too much and has gotten fat. Right?
And with his next larger wardrobe, Steve lets him pick out a majority of the clothes but he also gets his sizes and buys him things that he doesn't get to pick. Buying Bucky what daddy wants to see him in. He tells Bucky to trust that he knows what he likes. Bucky blushes and agrees, allowing him to do so (not that that makes any sense because it's Steve's money, he can do whatever he wants with it and Bucky could just choose not to wear it if he doesn't like it).
Steve buys him more than just regular clothes, formal or causal, though 👀
Steve buys him underwear.
Women's underwear.
Steve buys him panties and bras, stockings and garters, teddies and baby dolls. He buys him things in lace and silk and mesh. Steve buys him pretty things that are his size and-
Steve buys him pretty outfits that are too big that come in sleek boxes with delicate tissue paper concealing the naughty lingerie inside. There are cards inside all of the expensive lingerie boxes, but the ones with too big pretty things say, in gorgeous, handwritten cursive: "for daddy's boy to grow into"
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Bucky blushes horribly, knowing someone had to write that with expensive, pretty ink and had to know what it meant. Someone else knows about what Steve is doing to him- feeding and feeding and feeding and clothing and loving him like a little (not for long) pet.
Oh, God.
...
Bucky wears his first set of lingerie to dinner under a brand new suit. His suit jacket and pants are light blue to match his eyes, specially made. Theres no tie. His shirt is plain white, not yet tight around his tits or belly (it will be tight around his belly by the end of the night though). Under his suit- the high waisted panties and bra are pink. Baby pink. He can feel the lace rub against him every time he shifts in his seat in the candle lit corner of the restaurant. His nipples. His dick. Rubbing, rubbing, and rubbing as he eats.
The lacy, pretty, pink bra makes his chest really look like tits through his nice dress shirt. It's unfairly hot to think about everyone looking at them. Looking at him. A chubby, fat, curvy young man sitting next to such a powerful, handsome, chiseled CEO. Chatting and stuffing his face while the powerful CEO rests one hand on his sharp, bearded jaw. He's been done with his salad for ages. The rest of the food has gone down the chubby kid's throat. Puffing up his tits and belly where he sits, panting like eating is hard work...
By the time they are finally ready to go home, the elastic waist of his panties is digging into Bucky's belly, leaving red marks that daddy will kiss and mouth at and rub with lotion (then after they're gone, massaged away, daddy will paint his skin where they were with his release).
And the second time Bucky wears lingerie, he's wearing nothing else at all. Steve has had food specially prepared and brought to his home. He feeds it to Bucky by hand. Murmuring all the while that daddy can't wait until you rip your lingerie with your round, bulging ass and thick thighs, until your tits are too fat and big to fit into the nice lace daddy bought you. Beyond that, he murmurs about feeding you up, keeping you as daddy's pampered pet. Feeding and feeding and spoiling you until when you walk through our doors your hips brush either side of the frame and all of you wobbles deliciously. Daddy can't wait for you to get even bigger. Larger. More. Heavier. Daddy wants you so big we have to custom make you lingerie. So curvy and pretty.
Daddy wants more of his baby to worship and play with and touch. He wants more soft, pale fat that's sensationally orgasmic to touch, wrapped in luxurious, exorbitant fabrics just for Steve. Just for Daddy. Daddy's pet.
Yeah... 🥵🥵🥵
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“I’m fine, Dom.” Rhea insisted, walking up to the kitchen as she looked for one of the knives that they had stored, deciding to cut up a pear that was still thankfully fresh into one slice. “I just been tired lately.”
“Maybe you should take a break.” Dom suggested. “I mean, you’ve been waking up too early lately, and you’re not the only hunter here, Mami. The others can take care of—“
“No.” She immediately said, storing the remaining pear as she ate the slice that she cut up. “I can’t be in this place all day.”
“Rhea, it’s getting colder outside each day. You’re gonna wind up with a cold or worse—“
“I’ll be fine.” Rhea said firmly, eying at Dom sternly as she finished eating. “What we need to focus on right now is the fact that we have food and that we won’t be starving… for now.” As she said this, she heard the door open as she looked over his shoulder to see Randy walking in. At the same time, Raquel had come from upstairs while Roman also followed her, having a rifle in his hand before he paused and blinked.
“Oh. You went out already? You found anything?”
“Yeah, I did. We’ll be alright.” Randy told them as he removed his own gloves. “… and Rhea did too.”
“Without your help, I might add.” Rhea said dryly as she kept the knife away. “I thought I told you to only go out tomorrow, not today.”
stan an independent queen- i didnt see this 😔
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invisibleraven · 1 year
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Grocery shopping for the rarepair of your choice!
No matter how much Reggie scowls, it doesn't make the fridge any less empty than before, so he closes it with a sigh. Maybe some toast? But the bread is down to the heels, and he's hungry but not that desperate yet. Even the fruit bowl is void save a sad orange and a fairly brown banana.
"There's nothing to eat!" he whines to himself, turning when he hears chuckling from the doorway.
"Guess it's time to go grocery shopping then," Ray says with a smile. Rose is curled around him, and leans up to peck his cheek.
"I'll make up a list." She turns to Reggie then. "Anything you want tesoro?"
"I'm fine with anything," Reggie deflects. He still feels like a guest here some days, no wanting to take advantage of Ray and Rose's kindness in letting him stay. Sure, he's less broken then when they first brought him home, but this place still feels like theirs, and he doesn't want to push to the point that they tell him to go.
He's not sure where his place is anymore, really.
Ray and Rose exchange glances, talking without words in that way they've perfected due to their years together. "How about you come with us?" Ray proposes.
"That way you can show us what brands you like. Pick out some of your own snacks," Rose says. "Maybe then all my crackers won't disappear in a day." Her smile is teasing, but Reggie still feels a tiny burn of shame until she laughs and ruffles his hair. "I just need to buy more it seems."
"I-I've never been grocery shopping before," Reggie admits.
"Not even as a kid?" Ray asks.
"My mom wasn't the kind to bring me, she left me with the neighbours, or by myself when I was old enough," Reggie replies with a shrug.
"Well then you're definitely coming with us," Rose surmises. She finishes off the list and grabs her purse, tugging her boys towards the car. Reggie sits in the back, as always, but grins when Rose sings loudly along with the radio. He doesn't join in-it still hurts some days, music. But he's happy enough to let Rose's voice fill the car. Ray even joins in sometimes, as off key as he is, usually making up words to songs just to make them laugh.
The grocery store looks huge to Reggie as they enter it, and he clutches Rose's hand so as to not get lost. The air is filled with a thousand smells, and there's hundreds of kinds of foods as far as th eye can see. His stomach grumbles, and he wonders how good of an idea it was to come here hungry.
He is about to fill the cart with everything, but he stalls. He has no idea how much is left in his bank account right now-most of what he earned from old gigs went to buying new shirts for The Orpheum, or strings for his now long neglected bass. So far Ray and Rose haven't asked him to chip in for food or rent, or anything, and he worries his bottom lip. He doesn't know if he's ready for a job, to leave the security of their home yet.
"Alright, fruit first!" Ray declares, filling a bag with apples. He turns to Reggie. "I'm gonna get some pears, do you like pears?"
Reggie's mind is whirling. Does he like pears? Shit, has he ever eaten a pear? He can feel his chest heaving, and Rose's hand rubbing at his back, whispering soft niceties in Spanish. It takes a moment to calm, and he looks at them both with watery eyes, an apology on his lips.
"Shh, it's okay hun," Rose assures him. "Too much?"
"Bad brain moment," Reggie says quietly with a shake of his head. "I... don't think I like pears, no."
"How about peaches?" Ray asks, not calling attention to Reggie's now passed panic.
"I like those," he says with a weak smile, wiping at his eyes. "MeeMaw used to grow them back in Georgia, and it was always fun making them into pie with her."
"I'd love to try that, if you remember the recipe," Rose says.
Reggie grins, tapping his temple. "It's all right here."
"Well then I'll get lots of peaches then," Ray says, loading the bag. "How about you and Rose get the veggies and we'll go to the cereal aisle next?"
"Can we get Lucky Charms?" Reggie asks timidly.
Rose laughs and kisses his forehead. "We can get as many boxes as you want tesoro."
Reggie grins as walks hand in hand with her towards the carrots, feeling a whole lot better about the grocery store.
Especially when Rose buys him a cart load of sugary cereal and extra boxes of her favourite crackers for them to share.
Later, his stomach and the fridge full, Reggie looks around him, at his things in this place, and the two people who share their home, and their love with him-and he finally knows where he belongs. Right here, with them.
He's home.
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