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❝i got cake and i know he want a slice.❞

read the rest of the series before this chapter or you’re getting spoilers.

A/N: we're back, barbies! i successfully survived midterms so now I can breathe!! i've been working on this all week and tomorrow i promise, i'll work on my requests. a lot of y'all have been in my comments and reposts with pitchforks because joel didn't kiss ginny yet and all i have to say is, same babes. i don't make the rules (yes i do) i just enforce them. this isn't edited so ignore any mistakes. please leave feedback in the comments ★ ˙ᵕ˙ liv

Chapter Summary: the sweetest baker enlists joel to help her volunteer at ellie's school.

Chapter Warnings: language, alcohol, slight age gap (F!MC and Joel are 6 years apart), racial descriptions (tommy says black girls are his type basically), symptoms of anxiety and depression, lmk if i forgot something.

Series Tags: chef! Joel, single! father Joel, no outbreak! Joel Miller, slow burn, dual-pov, fluff, flirting, friendship, eventually established relationship, eventual smut, original character, black!fem!MC, no y/n.

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“Taste this,” I demand Joel, shoving the spoon of icing towards his mouth.

Joel stops stacking the plastic plates, looking down at the utensil. “What did you say?” he asks with scrunched eyebrows.

I shake the fork impatiently. “Try,” I demand. He looks at me skeptically before leaning forward and taking a bite of the warm sugary liquid.

His mouth moves slowly as tastes. “Mmmhm, that’s good,” he compliments.

I want to put my hands up to hide the blush that’s inevitably covering my face right now. But I don’t want Joel to notice my reaction. “Thank you. I tweaked the recipe last week,” I say quickly, turning around so I’m not facing him.

“That’s why I’m here,” I hear Joel say.

Shaking my head, I pour the icing over the cakes. “No, you’re here because I didn’t want to be the only one working the booth today,” I defend myself.

“You would’ve called someone else,” Joel points out.

My shoulders rise with my eyebrows. “You’re probably right,” I conceded.

I enlisted Joel to do a booth with me instead of having two separate booths. Neither of us wanted to pull staff from the floor but still wanted to participate for Ellie’s sake. The two of us could handle it, with the help of some friends.

Joel and I mirror each other's movements in the kitchen. He makes sure the COVID-safe fall fest meals are ready and me adding something sweet into the mix. The hum of Taylor Swift plays in the background and I catch Joel slightly humming to ‘Welcome to New York.’ A snicker involuntary leaves my throat and I shove it down, hoping he didn’t pick up on it.

Once my job is done, I allow the dishes to clatter in the sink. The worst part about baking is the prep and the cleaning and I don’t have the energy for that right now.

“Hello?” Madeline’s voice rings through the stairwell.

“Don’t shoot us,” Leonardo’s voice follows shortly after.

A scoff leaves my lips and I near the island to watch Joel skillfully move around the kitchen. Every move has a crafted purpose and I can practically see the blood pulsating through his veins.

My breathing hitches and I shift in hopes of gaining composure. “I don’t even have a gun,” I pipe up.

Joel walks in front of me and motions behind me. We dance around for a little before he grunts in frustration and puts his hands on my waist. My eyes go wide as Joel easily lifts me onto the cold island before reaching behind me. “I do,” he murmurs, sliding the pan of bundt cakes toward his muscled torso.

His smirk has me wanting to strip my clothes off and give it to him in the nastiest way possible. Bad, ginny. He was just sick of you being in the way. “I don’t think that applies to this scenario, Joel,” I stress.

Joel moves from in between my legs and I turn my head to watch Leo strolling into the room confidently. “Hey, Miller,” he boasts.

“Hey,” I hear Joel respond next to me.

Maddie follows shortly behind him, wearing brown leather pants and high-heeled boots. She’s overdressed for a school event, but knowing her she’s probably looking for a husband. “Hi, Joel,” she purs, flashing him a smile.

My body turns to survey Joel’s reaction, but his poker face is stone-cold. “Nice to see you, Madeline,” he tries his hardest to force out through a smile.

It’s not that Joel doesn’t like Madeline, she’s just an acquired taste. Too much time around her can drive you crazy and sometimes when Joel picks Ellie up from the bakery, Madeline is sobbing her eyes out with a glass of wine in her hand.

“Didn’t know you were working the party, man,” Leo notes once he and Madeline cross the large open floor plan into the kitchen.

“Joel’s daughter, Ellie, goes to school with Dina,” I tell Leo, motioning towards Joel.

Madeline nods, sliding into the bar stool and putting her shiny silver purse on the counter. “That makes sense. What are you making?” she leans forward and asks Joel.

Joel rolls his shoulder forward, hunching over to plate the food. “Thanksgiving meals. Each meal comes with turkey and 3 sides. My brother Tommy’s bringing the rest,” he informs her.

Maddie's eyes light up and a smirk creeps onto her face. “I didn’t know you had a brother. Is he a chef, too?” she asks, voice laced with mischief.

Joel shrugs, not bothering to make eye contact with her. “Mostly just a pain in my ass but, yeah. He helps out at the Austin from time to time,” he grumbles.

“That's awesome! Is he cute?” Maddie asks excitedly.

“Maddie!” I hiss towards the blonde.

Joel’s phone buzzes on the counter next to us and he picks it up, turning the screen towards the group. “That would be him,” he says, shaking the device lightly.

Once Joel exits the room, I hit Maddie on the arm with the back of my palm. “What?! Not everyone has a Michelin-star chef whipping meals in their kitchen trying to get in your pants,” she frowns.

My eyes widen and I feel the sudden urge to yank my hair out. Now I know why Joel tugs on his roots. “Joel’s not– he’s not,” I stammer, pausing to collect my breath. “Joel’s not trying to get in my pants,” I sigh.

Maddie raises a brow, looking me up and down. “I beg to differ,” she counters.

Jumping down from the counter, I start to pick up where Joel left off with the meals. “He doesn’t have time to– Leo, don’t eat that,” I swat Leo’s hand, stopping him from picking up a bundt cake prematurely.

Leo winces, putting his hands up in defense before sliding into the bar stool. “So, how’s things been between you two?” he questions.

My brows furrow and I feel confusion wash over me. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“I mean, you’ve been seeing each other for what, a month. Right?” he asks.

Maddie snickers next to me and I shake my head, resuming my careful placing of the assorted dessert flavors. “No, Leo. We literally haven’t even been on a date,” I point out.

Leo twists back and forth in the spinning chairs like a child who’s bored out of his mind. “That means nothing,” he scoffs.

My head tilts and I point the spatula at Leo. “To you, you whore. To me it means something. We’re just friends,” I inform him.

Leo purses his lips and his brows furrow. “Oh, fuck off,” he nips at me.

“What?” I ask him.

Leo rolls his eyes and I want to lean forward to snatch them out of his socket. “I still don’t know how you’re blind to him flirting,” he complains.

Maybe I am reading things wrong. Maybe Joel is interested. “If he flirts with me so much, why hasn’t he asked me out on a date or kissed me?” I ask the pair confused.

My head darts back and forth between my friends. “Maybe he just wants to take things slow,” Maddie tries to explain.

Leo clears his throat and my head whips to face his. “Yup. You said yourself he has a daughter,” he shrugs.

My eyes look at the clock to check and see if we’re doing good on time. Ellie and Dina will be bursting in at any moment. They don’t need to be privy to this conversation.

Once I have my confirmation, I refocus on the to-go containers in front of me. “Then why would he and his daughter sleep in my bed with me the other night?” I ask.

Maddie's jaw drops and her eyes widen. “You slept in the same bed together?!” She practically shrieks.

“Yeah, I told you,” I remind her.

Maddie shakes her head in disbelief. “No, you told me they stayed the night. Not that you were cuddled up with Joel Miller,” she hisses.

I shake my head and begin pleading my case, “I wasn't cuddled up with him. Ellie had a sit–”

Joel walks in and I shut myself up, my eyes immediately finding his. “Hey y’all, I want to introduce you to my brother, Tommy,” he bellows with a smile, stepping to the side.

A man a bit younger than Joel steps through my entryway, his hair slightly slicked back. He’s not my type, but he’s definitely Maddie’s. I stop placing the cakes in the to-go boxes, crossing the floor to meet them halfway. “Come on in. It’s nice to meet you,” I smile, putting my hand on his arm to pull him into the kitchen.

Tommy looks down at me and smiles. “Likewise. Heard a lot about you,” he confesses with warmth in his voice.

Fucking attractiveness and charm must run in the family. “Good things, I hope,” I suggest to Tommy, peering up at him.

Tommy nods, chuckling a bit. “Fantastic things, darlin’,” he assures me and I almost melt. It’s good to know that Joel and Ellie talk about me positively.

When we get to the kitchen, Maddies is already standing seemingly posing by the counter. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Madeline,” she flirts, extending her hand for him to shake.

I let go of his jacket, sliding into Maddie’s seat at the bar. “Tommy,” he shakes her hand before awkwardly turning toward me.

He raises his brow almost as if he’s asking how I know them silently. “Madeline and Leo are my friends from elementary school,” I quickly explain.

Tommy lets out an ah sound, nodding a bit before Leo clears his throat. “Nice to meet you, man,” Leo chimes.

“Likewise,” Tommy returns.

I clap my hands softly, clasping them together in front of my chest. “Now, Tommy. I hate to put you to work but can you help me carry this stuff out to the van?” I request.

Tommy smiles, pushing his hair back with his fingers. “Of course,” he agrees.

My body turns towards my best friends. “Maddie, can you and Leo grab the cookie tubs and put them in the other van?” I ask the pair.

“I can do it by myself,” Leo grumbles and I realize I’ve hurt his ego.

“I know you can. Maddie is just the brains of the operation,” I soothe him.

Maddie snickers and Leo rolls his eyes. “Fine, let’s go brain,” he says, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“Aye aye, Pinky,” Maddie salutes him as they stomp out of the room.

Tommy and I get to work grabbing the Fall Fest dinners and putting them into a large box. After they’re stacked on a dolly, we begin to load them one by one onto the first bakery van. A comfortable silence fills the van as we secure the last of the food. “So, are you single?” I ask Tommy, attempting to play matchmaker for Maddie.

Tommy wipes his hands on his pants and my nose scrunches. Later he’s going to wonder where that stain came from… men. “Depends on who’s asking,” he drawls suspiciously.

I scoff, hopping down out of the van. “You and Leo are the biggest whores I’ve ever met. It’s a simple question Tommy,” I rant before forcefully pushing another box towards him.

Tommy stops the box from moving so quickly across the large metal floor paneling. “Who’s asking, Ginny?” he directs.

My leg bounces and the ways Maddie will kill me for this runs through my brain. “Madeline,” I jabber, hoping he won't tell her.

Tommy looks up at me blinking rapidly. His mouth forms a large o and his brows furrow. “I’m single, but I’m not interested,” he declares.

I put my hands on my hips. “What do you mean you’re not interested? She’s literally perfect,” I say, pointing out the fact that she’s a blonde with blue eyes. She’s every man in America’s dream.

Tommy shrugs. “Hate to say it but we Millers have a type. She’s beautiful, just not my cup of tea if you catch my drift,” he explains resuming his work.

Ohhhh. I didn’t know the Millers prefer brown women. But then again, I’ve never actually been to Joel's house or seen a picture of Sarah, or his exes. How the fuck was I supposed to know? “100%” I confirm, pushing him another box. “Can I ask you something?” I ask.

“Depends-” Tommy starts and I cut him off.

“On what it is I know,” I snap, gnawing on my bottom lip. “How do I say this?” I think out loud.

Tommy's choleric disposition takes over his face, similar to Joel's when he’s had enough. “Whatever it is spit it out,” he growls lowly.

The sweat on my forehead collects and I feel like hot water is being poured onto my scalp. But I have to know how Joel feels about me, and Tommy would know. “Is Joel interested in me?” I blurt, feeling like I’ve finally submerged myself in a cool bath.

Tommy doesn’t say anything, he just purses his lips. The comfort I felt turns into pain when the water turns into ice. My body is frozen and I’m rendered speechless.

I want to flee. I need to get out of here. I shouldn’t have asked. “Oh my god,” I finally speak.

“Mmmhm,” Tommy hums, motioning for me to pass him another box so I can continue t

I rub my eyebrows as the pit in my stomach fills with anxiety. “Oh god, Tommy. What am I gonna do?” I ask, unable to stand anymore with the alley seemingly spinning.

I take a seat in the back of the truck, putting my head in my hands. “What do you want to do?” Tommy asks.

“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking you,” I groan towards the ground.

“Well the way I see it, lean into it or tell him so he doesn’t fall harder for ya,” he advises.

My brain runs through all the moments that I’ve had with Joel. How the first day we met he offered to cook for me. Every lingering touch, all the compliments he’s given me, when vulnerable he’s been with me. You don’t do that with someone who’s just a friend.

I peel my hands away from my face with realization. “Oh my gosh, he’s been sending so many signals. I’m going to throw up,” I groan.

Tommy steps out of the van, looking down at me. “Please don’t,” he pleads.

Suddenly, Joel comes around the corner at the most inappropriate time. These Millers just pop up anywhere and one day, they’re going to make me piss myself. They need a bell on their ankles. He hands the last boxes to Tommy and I pray to the gods above he didn’t overhear our conversation. “Don’t what?” Joel asks.

Fuck. My body tenses and I try to focus on containing the bile rising in my throat. “Ginny’s feelin’ dizzy. I’m almost finished here. She’s just gonna sit for a second,” he tells his brother.

Joel sits down on the metal butt of the truck next to me. He puts his hand in my lap, palm facing up towards me. I accept his offer, intertwining our fingers. “You need anything, sugar?” he asks sweetly, and I sigh.

I nod, running the back of his hands with my thumb. Attentive Joel is my favorite, but only because I’m an attention whore. “Can you get me a Coke from the fridge? Maybe I just need some caffeine,” I request.

Joel nods, trying to let go of my hand. Although I don’t want him to, I allow him to disconnect from me. “Of course, I’ll be right back,” he says, petting my head before turning around and disappearing behind the van.

A sigh of relief slips my lips and I try to refocus on calming my breathing. “So are you?” I hear Tommy say behind me.

I scoot back against the inside of the van walls, allowing the sides to cool me down. “Am I what?” I ask him with a raised brow.

“Are you single?” he reiterates.

A smirk creeps onto my lips. “Depends on who’s asking,” I taunt him.

“Joel,” Tommy cuts straight to the point, unlike me.

I giggle and I feel like the panic has finally subsided. “Yeah, I’m single,” I tell him.

Tommy finishes securing the last box and he turns around to face me. He puts his hands on his upper thigh, leaning on one leg. Jesus Christ, now that’s attractive. “And open? Ready?” he interrogates.

I nod, sliding out of the truck. “Tommy, I mean it. Make sure Joel knows how ready,” I say to him as he shuts the back doors.

Joel turns off the engine to the bakery van, having pulled into the spot at the school where vendors unload. He turns to me and flashes me a smile. “You alright?” he asks concerned.

After that conversation with Tommy, I needed more than just a Coke. I needed multiple shots of tequila. I forced Tommy and Maddie to join me, leaving Joel and Leo the only sober people to drink the trucks.

I nod, and my body bobs unstabily. “Yes,” I slur.

Joel shakes his head and his head falls back. He lets out a loud bellowing laugh, holding his stomach and I know he’s caught me in the lie. “Well, you are not talking to any parents tonight,” he chuckles, wiping his hands over his face.

I roll my eyes at him. “I wasn’t planning on it. Besides, all the moms are going to be all over hot Chef Miller,” I complain, hoping he doesn’t notice my jealousy.

He laughs again and it’s so beautiful, I want to make his laugh featuring Ellie’s giggle my alarm clock so I can wake up peacefully. Snap the fuck out of it, Imogen. “That’s not going to happen,” Joel says, opening his door.

I don’t get to respond before he shuts it, jogging over to my side to retrieve me. Joel opens the door and I’m reading to pounce. “Yes, the fuck it is,” I counter, feeling my emotional drunk alter ego arise.

Joel leans against the door frame, extending his hand to help me down. “Well good thing I don’t want any of them,” he claims.

I accept his hand, looking at him with hope in my eyes. “Really?” I ask.

Joel’s pupils dilate and he flashes me a smile. “Really,” he confirms, putting his hands on my hips.

He guides me until my back is pressed against the cool metal of the truck. His eyes flicker down to my lips before back up to me. If he’s going to do anything, he better do it now before someone sees us.

“Joel!” “Ginny!” I hear Ellie and Dina’s voices call from behind Joel. Fuck, scratch a bell bracelet. They need a fucking air horn.

Joel steps back, putting some space between us. “Hey kiddo,” he greets her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

Fucking cock blocking crotch demons. Let it go, Imogen. He was probably just trying to perform a wellness check on you. “Hey, Dina,” I say, teetering over to her in my heels.

“Thanks for coming,” I hear Ellie say to her dad.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I hear Joel say before the second van pulls up in the spot next to us.

Ellie gasps when she sees who’s in the passenger seat. She slams her hand on the glass window, effectively scaring Leo who’s on the other side. “Uncle Tommy!” she cheers before running over to the passenger side.

Joel leans over until his lips are touching my ear. “It’s always ‘Uncle Tommy, Uncle Tommy.’ But never ‘Dad’,” he complains in a whisper.

I sway a bit, unstable from the drinking. “Patience, young padawan,” I quote Star Wars to him.

Joel wraps his arms around my waist to stabilize me. Dina’s eyes look us up and down. She leans forward and sniffs the air in front of my face. “Ginny, are you drunk?” she asks loudly.

“Shhhhh. You’ll tell the whole fucking school,” I shush her, pulling her towards me so Leo can get out of the car.

Dina snickers, lacing her hand in mine. “Come on, we’re walking to the corner store for snacks before it starts,” she enlists me.

I nod excitedly, thinking about the possibility of having slushies and Hot funyons. “Count me in. Got any cash, Joel?” I ask the resourceful man. He’s bound to have something on him and I don’t feel like bringing my purse.

He nods, reaching into his back pocket to pull out a brown leather wallet. “Mmhm. Take Tommy with you, Sugar,” he hands me back two twenties and I gladly accept them, slipping them into Dina’s hands.

I wine, squirming a bit. “But Joel, Maddie will be with us. All girls with Tommy would just be weird,” I complain.

Joel brushes past me, heading towards the back of the trucks. “I don’t care, you’re both drunk. You need someone out there lookin’ after y’all,” he says over his shoulder.

Dina tugs my hands a couple of times, dancing in place. “Awwww,” she coos.

I cover my mouth to try to stop the giggle that slips out. He’s cute when he’s all protective and shit. “Hehe. Does he have a gun?” I ask, pulling Dina towards the back with me.

Joel grabs the handle, opening the heavy doors. “Yes,” he answers.

“Well okay, as long as he doesn’t bother us,” I conceded.

The 3 others from the van join us along with Ellie. Dina immediately ditches me, joining her now best friend. “Tommy, walk with them to the store,” Joel commands his brother.

“Why can’t Leo do it?” Tommy groans like a child.

Joel takes out the Dolly to start unloading the items. “Because Leo’s sober, and I need his help with this shit,” he states frustratedly.

Leo snickers, walking over to the truck to start unloading the boxes. “Ahem,” I clear my throat at Joel.

That fucker forgot one crucial part. “And stay ten paces behind them,” he adds.

Tommy puts his hands up. “Fine by me. I don’t wanna know you’re girly bullshit anyways,” he jeers.

Madeline pats him on the shoulders. “That’s what they all say, Tommy,” she argues.

Maddie links her arm with mine. “We’ll see you guys later,” I say to Joel before joining the teenagers for the walk down the block.

We walk through the parking lot for a bit before entering the school. Whenever I have a drop of liquor in me, I have the urge to Irish goodbye. I drag Maddie with me until were walking closer behind the girls. “We should really lose him,” I suggest.

Ellie looks over her shoulder at Tommy before nodding at Dina. “Okay, follow us,” Dina intrusts.

I nod as we move quickly through the hall taking a left and running into a room. We quickly shut the door behind us, and I peer out the window waiting for Tommy to walk by. When he does, he looks confused turning around in circles. I snicker and he seemingly hears. I quickly pulls my head away from the small plexiglass, hoping he didn’t notice me. “Did we lose him?” Ellie asks, looking over my shoulder.

Maddie takes matters into her own hands, stepping past me to check. “Coast is clear,” she informs us with a smile.

We break out into laughter and I feel like I’ve just pulled off the greatest inside job ever. “Let’s go,” Dina says, reaching for the door handle.

When we get to the store, I bolt toward the Slurpee machine. I grab the largest cup size, filling it with cherry and coke flavors. Once my drink is secured, I grab and fill two cups for Tommy and Joel. Ellie finds me, grabbing Joel's cup, and together we wander the store looking for the spicy chips.

I snatch three bags from the top shelf, figuring someone will stick their fingers in my bag and piss me off. It’s always good to have extras. “You know, I’d be okay if my dad dated someone like you,” Ellie pipes up randomly next to me.

I almost drop the Slurpee onto the tile floor beneath me. “Oh. Where is this coming from?” I ask her with a raised brow.

She grabs some chips before we walk towards the candy aisle to meet with Maddie and Dina. “He asked me if I was okay with him dating someone the other day,” she leaves me hanging on her every word.

“What’d you say?” I dig deeper.

She turns towards me with a smirk on her lips. “I said I wouldn’t care as long as it was you,” she admits.

The door to the corner store dings and Tommy is pushed in by the windy city. He looks pissed as fuck as he stomps over towards us. “The hell? Your dad is gonna kill me if he finds out–” he starts before Ellie cuts him by shoving a Slurpee in his hand.

“He’ll be fine. Let’s go, Uncle Tommy,” she motions towards the counter.

By the time we’re back in the gym, everything is set up. Joel graciously accepts the Slurpee, which turns his tongue blue, sending Ellie into a fit of giggles. Now hours later, I walk around the gym shopping at other booths with Madeline. I can’t deny that every time I look at Joel, our eyes link for a second too long. The simple interaction causes my breath to catch in my chest every time, and I try to ignore it.

After some time, we’re finished looking in the main gym, and we head into the hall to see the art auction pieces. Eligible students can create anything they want; a poem, a painting, or a sculpture to put up for action. The people who come to Fall Fest pledge money towards an art piece, and the money earned goes towards the student’s college tuition.

We stroll down the hall, mindlessly chatting about which pieces we want to bid on before Maddie points at a specific piece. “That’s fucking gorgeous,” she blusters.

A smile creeps on my face when I look closer at the signature. The familiar white calligraphy makes my heart sing. “It’s Ellie’s,” I boast about the talented young girl.

“Now I see why she’s painting the mural. This is some good shit. I’ve gotta commission her for some art,” Maddie rambles, seemingly entranced by the swirls of paint before her.

I nod, smiling at the though of Ellie becoming an artist of some kind. “She’d probably love that,” I tell her.

When I turn around, I see Joel walking through the door of the large hall. His eyes dart around till he finds me, b-lining for us. He stands in front of me awkwardly and when Maddie turns around, she jumps from being startled a bit. “Well, I’m gonna just go look…” she trails off, effectively excusing herself.

“Can we talk?” Joel asks, tilting his head towards a darker secluded hall.

“Yeah,” I say to him, pulling him into the area not lit by prison lighting.

Once we’re alone, I lean back against the wall. “What’s wrong?” I tilt my head attempting to cajole him into telling me.

“Nothin’ it’s just, I’ve bit my tongue 'cause I was unsure if–” he pauses and takes a deep breath. “I enjoy spendin’ time with you, Ginny. You’ve become important to me and you should know that I care about you deeply, sugar,” he confesses.

Oh, I wasn’t expecting that. This train has a one-way route towards the friend zone. “I care about you too Joel! And I like spending time with you too. And Ellie,” I sadly follow his lead.

Joel steps closer, putting his hand over my head and leaning forward. “I just really don’t wanna lose you,” he expresses, voice laced with sincerity.

My hands snake up around his waist and I grip the grey shirt he’s wearing. “How would you lose me, Joel?”

Joel's eyes stay fixed on mine and the brown in his eyes swirls like hot chocolate. “Sugar, I feel more than just a friendship level for ya. I like you,” he stresses.

“Oh, Joel. I’m not going anywhere. I wouldn’t,” I promise him, pulling him closer so our upper bodies are pressed towards each other.

He sighs, looking down at the ground between us. “I know, but telling you that means changing our relationship. I don’t want to scare you and I didn’t know–” he starts before I tap his side, cutting him off.

“Joel, I like you too. Like… a lot,” I confirm.

His head quickly rises and he sighs, “Oh.”

I’m starting to feel embarrassed by the whole situation. “Dear, god. I-I don’t know why my brain goes blank when I look at you. I think I’m going crazy. I feel like a high schooler,” I falter.

Joel chuckles, leaning forward to press his forehead onto mine. I clear my throat, impatient tugging at his side. “So, I think this is the part where you’re supposed to kiss me,” I murmur.

Joel takes his forehead off of mine, searching my face seemingly wary of crossing the line. All he’s going to find is my stupid shit-eating grin. “Are you sure?” Joel asks for consent and I think it’s the most sexy thing I’ve ever heard leave a man's lips.

“Positive,” I nod, radiating with excitement.

“Okay,” he sighs and a wolfish grin creeps onto his face.

His hands slide up to my neck, pulling me closer. “Okay,” I murmur.

He grabs the back of my neck, crashing his lips onto mine. We both smile into the kiss and I force a giggle back down my throat. My lips open slightly, granting him entrance. His warm tongue dances with mine and I marvel at the taste of whiskey and apple on his lips. It’s filled with so much passion, that I feel like my heart is about to explode.

His fingers thread into my hair, massing my scalp as he kisses me. I moan into his mouth and my clit pulsates with a hunger for him. He disconnects our lips, leaving us both panting because of the other. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?” I murmur against his lips.

“Probably better,” Joel grunts before pulling back and motioning towards the hard member protruding through his jeans.

“Joel, oh my gosh,” I giggle, stepping forward and wrapping my arms around his torso. “Can I have one more?” I practically salivate, batting my lashes at him.

Joel nods, snaking his hand back around my neck. His thumb strokes my jaw and I lean into him. “Mmmhm,” he hums, dipping his head back down.

His lips connect with mine and my tongue continues to explore his map. I want to stay in this moment forever. It feels like a dream and I don’t want to wake up. His lips are surprisingly soft and I kick myself for not doing this months ago.

The smacking of our lips is apparent when we pull back this time and I know my face is covered in pink flush. “Damn it. I was supposed to do this right. Date first, then kiss,” he curses himself.

I giggle, standing on my tip-toes to press a kiss against his cheek. “Joel, I asked you to kiss me. Besides, we’ve known each other for months,” I acknowledge our past.

Joel nods, but he doesn’t seem ready to let it go. “You’re right, but still. Can I take you out on a date?” he pleads.

I’m practically bouncing on my toes, my mind racing with thoughts of my future with Joel. Relax Ginny, he just asked you out on one date. “Yes,” I blurt.

Joel chuckles at my excitement, taking a step back and lacing his hand with mine. “When are you free next?” he turns to me and asks as we walk back to the gym.

“Thursday, but it’s Thanksgiving. After that, on Friday. Speaking of, do you guys have any plans for the holiday?” I inquire.

Joel shakes his head, confirming my suspicions. “No, just me, Tommy, and Ellie eating at an undecided time,” he informs me.

“How about you join me at Maddie’s house? Her family always orders catering for Thanksgiving,” I offer, hoping he’ll grace me with his presence sooner than a week from now. I get we’re both busy food industry owners, which I love, I just don’t think I can wait that long to be in a romantic setting with him.

“I know. They’ve put in an order at The Austin for the past two years,” Joel dictates and I nod. Just my luck, the man’s food I’ve been shoveling into my mouth for the past 6 holidays is also the man I’m trying to date.

I poke his muscular bicep with my free hand. “Even better, you can personally deliver it and tell everyone who doesn’t like it that they’re wrong. Just like you did on my birthday,” I joke with him and he puts his hands on his chest, seemingly hurt by my statement.

“I’m sorry about that, darlin’. Really I am,” Joel apologizes.

I tug on his hand, trying to grab his attention and snap him out of a spiral. “I’m fucking with you, Joel. Please come. I’m sure Ellie would love it,” I practically beg him.

Joel pauses, looking up to think about it. He’s probably worried about how unpredictable his two family members would be in this setting. “Okay, we’ll come,” he concedes, finally.

“Good. I’ll text you the details. You’re standing straighter,” I beam, pointing out his posture change.

Joel chuckles, rubbing his thumb across mine soothingly. “I feel like a house just lifted off my back. I’ve had my eyes on you since June 30th,” he confesses.

I smirk, leaning closer to him. “So Maddie was right, you were practically drolling on my shoulder,” I taunt.

“She said that?” he asks with furrowed brows.

I nod, attempting not to give him too much information. “Mmmhm,” I hum.

He tugs on my hand, stopping me in my tracks before I reach the entryway. “I’m not going to deny that, Sugar,” he looks me up and down like I’m a meal he wants to ravish.

The thought of us fucking turns me on even more, and I have to remind myself we’re in a high school. “Okay, one last kiss before we’re back in the gym?” I use my siren eyes against him, peering up at him through my lashes.

“I like how you think,” Joel mumbles, sliding his free hand up and around the front of my neck. He gently pulls me forward, connecting our lips one final time. A wave of relief hits me, and I moan as his tongue dances with mine in the filthiest way. Me and Joel Miller are going out on a date.

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brostateexam · 7 months

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Survived meeting my boyfriend's mom for the first time on Sunday for dessert and tea (apple spice bundt cake and pumpkin spice chai) and dinner tonight (roast lamb, new potatoes in olive oil with fresh herbs, arugula salad, apple pie with crumb top). She's very nice and she clearly liked me. Mostly, I'm relieved. It's been a long time since I've met a boyfriend's family. A really long time. I'm glad she approves of me.

II.

Had a friend break up on Friday. Still not happy about it but I think it was for the best. It was total radio silence until today, when he reached out and we talked about it. It didn't really change the situation, but it was nice to clear the air.

III.

Once again hearing rumors that make me worried about my job in the medium term. I think I'm fine for one to two years, maybe, then after that it's a question mark. Although really, the whole thing is kind of a question mark. The reality of big corp life is my entire team or department could get axed and we wouldn't even see it coming until it happens. I've sat with that reality all year and gone from feeling like there's a knife at my throat to feeling nothing in particular.

IV.

I think I need to upgrade my PC's graphics card. It's been struggling with BG3 and Starfield, and it churns a bit with Cyberpunk. I don't enjoy any part of upgrading, but it's a necessary evil. I've had the same desktop since 2016 and I've only done upgrades 3 times. Desktop supremacy btw; laptops are just not durable.

I cracked my phone screen today. I'm just going to get it repaired. I decided last year to just keep this phone for as long as I could instead of dropping several hundred bucks every few years on an upgrade, even if that meant occasional repairs. I don't regret the decision. I've had this phone since 2018 and I want to see how much longer I can go.

VI.

High Holidays were really nice. I'm thinking of trying to find a synagogue I could go to closer to home, though. Driving on the highway to Berkeley is not something I want to do for a shabbat service when though my mom's congregation is really cool.

VII.

I need to figure out what color my office is going to be. It's holding up a big order of operations in the house that will end with my old aquarium being in the office and my new one getting set up in pride of place in the living room.

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steddieasitgoes · 9 months

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1.3K Words | Teen and Up | ao3 link

Eddie’s not much of a cook.

It’s not that he can’t cook — he can whip up a mean grilled cheese and has some pretty epic pancake-flipping skills; it’s just that he thinks it’s a colossal waste of time.

But between the prep time and the clean-up time, plus the fact that he ends up scarfing it down in less than five minutes alone because Wayne is at work, it’s just not worth the trouble. Besides, homemade dinners don’t even reheat as well as frozen dinners do!

Most days, Eddie would rather work on a new song or D&D campaign than spend the day stuck in the kitchen. But today isn’t like most days. Today is Steve and his six-month anniversary.

And yeah, okay, maybe it’s lame and conformist to celebrate such an arbitrary anniversary, but after surviving the literal depths of hell only to end up dating the most attractive bachelor in all of Hawkins, well, it’s a reason to fucking celebrate!

So, yeah, he’s going to cook a romantic dinner for his boyfriend; sue him.

Thankfully, Eddie knows the perfect dish: lasagna.

If he’s being totally straight with himself, it’s the only “fancy” dish he knows how to make, but Steve doesn’t need to know that. He also doesn’t need to know that he only knows how to make it because of a certain cartoon orange cat. That’s a tidbit for their one-year anniversary, Eddie thinks, even if Steve’s keenly aware of Eddie’s mild Garfield obsession.

While Steve’s stuck working a double shift on their anniversary, Eddie runs around town getting everything he needs to make tonight perfect. If he’s going to celebrate something so corny, he’s going to give it all he’s got.

Eddie picks up some candles from Melvald’s and spends way too long zigzagging across the aisles of Bradley’s Big Buy, getting all the ingredients he needs. On his way home, he stops by the Sinclairs to pick up a heart-shaped bundt cake tin because Eddie never can say no to a good bit — especially one he’s willing to bet will pay off for him in big ways.

He spends the rest of the day in the kitchen. Grating cheeses, chopping vegetables, cooking meats. Layering and layering and layering. When it comes time to finally pop the lasagna in the oven, Eddie’s exhausted, covered in sweat, and three seconds away from chucking his favorite mixtape out the window because he’s tired of having to rewind it.

An hour later, Eddie is showered, the table is set with flickering candles, and the entire trailer smells like Enzos. In hindsight, going to Enzos might have been a better option, now that he thinks about it. Less work, for sure. But the thought passes when Steve steps through the door, exhausted but sporting the softest smile Eddie’s ever seen on him and a beautiful bouquet of deep red peonies.

“Smells good, baby,” Steve says, setting the bouquet down on top of the television . He closes the distance between them and threads his arms around Eddie’s waist, tugging once until they’re hugging. “Bet it tastes even better.”

“It fucking better,” Eddie huffs. “Been stuck in the kitchen all day. M’starving.”

“Well, come on then, let’s eat.”

Laying on the gentleman act thick, Eddie guides Steve with a hand on the small of his back, to his chair at the small kitchen table and pulls it out for him. He waits for Steve to situate himself before pushing the chair in, and then he reaches for the bottle of wine Hopper stopped by to drop off. After filling Steve’s glass, he pours some out for himself and then heads over to the oven to grab his masterpiece.

“And here we have my world-famous Munson Lasagna,” Eddie says, donning his version of a fancy accent. Carefully, he sets the heart-shaped tin down in the middle of the table and goes to take his seat. “Made with the finest ingredients Bradley’s Big Buy has to offer and a shit tone of love and maybe some sweat, but mostly love.”

“S’that the secret ingredient?” Steve asks, pressing his elbows onto the table before leaning forward to get a better look at the ooey-gooey lasagna.

“Psh, if I told you the real secret ingredient, I’d have to kill you, sweetheart.”

Steve laughs, shaking his head, and Eddie soaks it all in. A happy, smiling Steve Harrington is a sight to behold; it’s even more mind-blowing when he’s the reason why Steve looks so good.

But the spell is quickly broken when Steve reaches for the serving spoon he also borrowed from the Sinclairs and drives it into the center of the lasagna without a moment of hesitation.

Eddie gasps, clutches a hand over his heart, and tips his chair back. The theatrics are a bit over-the-top, even for him, as he loses his balance and topples out of the chair. Thankfully it’s his ass that breaks the fall instead of his head. Unfortunately, his ass is far too boney to provide any cushion. Maybe, he should do squats like Steve suggested.

“You just cut a hole in my heart!” He wails from the cold linoleum floor. “How could you do this to me, Stevie? And on our anniversary!”

Steve peers down at him from his seat. For a second, his hazel eyes are wide and full of concern, but he must catch the subtle twitch of Eddie’s lip. The tell-tale sign that Eddie’s being mischievous for the hell of it. Fucking narc, Eddie curses himself.

“Eddie, it’s dinner,” Steve says, exasperated but oh so fond. “Was I not supposed to cut it? I thought you were hungry.”

“You could have given me a moment to admire my work of art!”

“Or,” Steve says, offering a hand out to Eddie. He begrudgingly takes it, and a second later, Eddie’s being hoisted to his feet by a still seated Steve. Stupid jock arms. “We could eat the dinner you worked hard on and go make a different kind of art later.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, cheeks turning a pale shade of pink as Steve wags his brows at him. “Yeah, okay, that sounds like a better plan. Serve me up a slice, big boy.”

Steve shakes his head but does as he’s told, digging the serving spoon back into the dish. The lasagna is so loaded and heavy Eddie has to come to Steve’s aid with his own fork to keep the slice from falling onto the floor. They repeat the lifesaving methods with Steve’s slice, and then they dive in.

Later, when they’re full and satisfied, in more ways than one, Steve rolls over onto his side. Eddie watches as he props himself on his elbow before reaching towards Eddie to tuck a sweaty strand of hair behind his ear.

“Be honest with me,” Steve muses, trailing a featherlight touch up and down Eddie’s bicep. “Did you learn to make lasagna because of that damn cat?”

Eddie jolts into a seated position, retching his arm away from Steve’s sincere touch. “How dare you insult the wondrous beast that is Garfield. You put some respect on his name right now.”

Steve just laughs before scootching over until his head rests on Eddie’s bare chest. “You and your Garfield obsession.” He bites his lip to keep from smiling too wild. “I mean, it’s cute and all, but it hurts to know I’m always going to be second in your heart to a cartoon cat.”

“If I can get over being second in your heart to Robin, you can get over this,” Eddie fires back, but there’s no heat in his voice. Just the playful banter they’ve come to call flirting. It’s weird, but it works for them.

“Alright, fine,” Steve snorts. He stirs in Eddie’s arms and kisses the spot where Eddie’s nipple used to be. “Happy anniversary, Eds.”

“Happy anniversary, Stevie.”

#this is silly and dumb but the idea woke me up so i had to write it #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington ficlet #eddie munson ficlet #stranger things fic #stranger things ficlet #dani writes

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chthonic-cassandra · 4 months

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Baking Highlights 2023

I have baked significantly more this year than I have in any other, and also tried many, many more new recipes. This was partially the result of really intensely using baking as stress relief, but I am happy about it.

Some highlights, with recipe links where I can find them though I mostly bake out of my print cookbooks (this year my biggest successes were almost exclusively courtesy of Deb Perelman/Smitten Kitchen), include:

48 Oreo cupcakes baked on a work night

Raspberry-chocolate-almond rugelach

Molasses spice cookies (I did both Perelman and Saffitz' spice cookies this year, and Perelman wins)

The best pound cake I have ever made

An even better lemon poppy seed than my previous standard one

Strawberries and cream layer cake also baked on a work night

The most complicated rhubarb loaf cake ever, which was none the less worth it (this one was a Claire Saffitz)

Marbled bundt cake which exceeds all my expectations for marbled cakes by quite a lot

Raspberry muffins i.e. the first time I've been satisfied with muffins of mine

Stone fruit cobbler

Birthday tea party menu

Pumpkin bread

Salted halvah blondies (another Claire Saffitz)

Flourless chocolate cake

Cranberry bars & pumpkin cheesecake tart for Thanksgiving

S'mores bars to finish out the year

In 2024 I hope to keep baking a lot, and to get comfortable with some more complicated techniques, particularly making custards and meringues and working with yeasted doughs (brioche, babka, cinnamon rolls, etc).

I am glad that this is a part of my life, though I do truly wish I had more people to give my baking to.

#personal #cooking and baking

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hjpslytherclaw · 1 year

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Christmas With You | Harry Potter

Harry Potter x fem!reader

Summary! In which Harry Potter decides to give his girl the best Christmas she could ever have.

Set after they graduate from Hogwarts, Harry being adorable, no warnings just pure Christmas time fluff.

Harry Potter was on a mission this December.

Give Y/N L/N the best Christmas ever.

Harry and Y/N had spent Christmases together before, at Hogwarts in the Gryffindor common room, Grimmauld place, and now for the first time they're celebrating in the brand new apartment they had bought together.

And he wanted it to be the most memorable Christmas for her yet.

Harry knew Y/N better than anyone else, there was no doubt but when it came to present hunting, he was at a hault.

It seemed as though all recollection of what she had wanted in the past had disappeared from his memory.

He stopped at every shop he could think of hoping it'd spark a memory and give him some insight, but none of that had come.

So he put the present hunting on pause and went to the next stage of his plan.

Decorations.

He went to every shop in London, grabbing every garland, wreath, fake snowman, and small plastic tree he could get his hands on.

While Y/N was away at work on December first, he put all of the decorations up, tightening every light bulb, fixing every loose strand, making sure the star on top of the tree was aligned perfectly, he stood back as he put the finishing touches.

It was as beautiful as she was, as perfect as he had envisioned it.

Y/N had greeted him later that night with a smile bright enough to shun out the sun, it brought a familiar warmth to Harry's heart. But he wasn't done just yet.

Throughout the following weeks leading up to the notable holiday, Y/N came home many nights to see Harry standing over the oven, with a welcoming smile, calling her over to smell the treats he had cooked up for her.

And Y/N never stopped being surprised when he came up with something new for her to try, sugar cookies to bundt cakes, brownies to gingerbread houses. Y/N adored Harry and how he truly went out of his way.

And on Christmas day it seemed Harry's efforts had paid off.

"Merry Christmas my love," Harry had smiled on Christmas morning as Y/N had shuffled awake next to him.

"Merry Christmas Harry," Y/N spoke, still tired but returning a smile just as bright.

Harry didn't waste a second to pull her into his embrace and connect his lips with hers.

Y/N was taken back for a moment by his sudden movement but smiled into the kiss nonetheless, it was perfect. Waking up on Christmas morning, the barely noticeable sun seeping into the room through the snowy window, laying next to the perfect boy.

Y/N didn't think there was anything better than that.

Harry reluctantly retracted his lips from hers and walked with Y/N downstairs, he didn't want any more time to pass.

Y/N had been stunned when she had walked into the living room of their apartment.

On the wall was a white screen, a projector, a wall that had been covered in moving memories that seemed to have been taken out of someones mind and plastered across the wall.

Y/N was on the verge of tears seeing the years pass by before her own eyes, from Harry and Y/N's first meeting, first day, their shenanigans throughout the years, their first kiss, first I love you, first Christmas together, her life with Harry stood before the pair, showing exactly how far they had come from being timid eleven year old's.

Y/N turned around and engulfed Harry in the biggest hug he felt he had ever received, wrapped in a loving warmth that he never wanted to stop feeling.

"I take it you like it," Harry questioned happily, as he smiled into her hair.

"I love it Harry," Y/N replied swiftly, a grin seemingly sewn across her face. She looked up from Harry's chest, where she had buried herself, "I love you Harry, thank you for the best Christmas ever."

"I love you more, love." Harry had returned, the day had just started and his mission had been accomplished.

What the rest of the day was a mystery to Y/N, whatever Harry had in store for her would be worth a lifetime of memories, but none of these material things had mattered.

All Y/N ever needed to have a perfect Christmas was a warm fire place, a blanket or two and the man she loved oh so much.

Harry Potter was the perfect Christmas.

He was all she ever needed.

And that was more then enough.

#harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry james potter fluff #harry james potter imagine #hjpslytherclaw #harry james potter #harry potter oneshot

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indiagiftsonline · 5 months

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Indulge in Sweet Beginnings: Exploring Delectable New Year Cakes

As the clock strikes midnight, signaling the transition from one year to the next, celebrations around the world ignite in a symphony of joy and hope. Among the myriad traditions and customs that accompany New Year's festivities, the presence of delectable cakes stands out as a sweet and symbolic way to usher in the new beginnings. We delve into the delightful world of New Year cakes, exploring the significance, popular varieties, and the joy they bring to celebrations. https://shorturl.at/dgiNO

#nothing bundt cakes #cake #nothing bundt cake #bundt cake #tres leches cake #birthday cake #chinese new year cake #new year's cake #greek new years cake #new year cake #cake idea for new years #gifts #cakes

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rjmartin11 · 10 months

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You Wanna Bet?

(One Shot)

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: Elvis is the love of your life, and you live happily at Graceland together. You and Elvis make a bet to see who can go without sex the longest. Who do you think will break first?

Word Count: 4.7K

Warnings: Kissing, may have cussing, and all the above SMUT!!! Only for mature audiences. View discretion is advised!

Author's Notes: I got this idea from an episode of the 90s hit sitcom Martin. I was just picturing Elvis in this situation with his girlfriend, and it turned into this. Enjoy.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ🎲✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ

Elvis and I have a whirlwind romance full of fun, laughs, passion, and amazing, mind-blowing sex. It was like we two couldn't keep your hands off one another.

We dated for a whole month before Elvis officially put the moves on me. Then, it was a never-ending game of sex. A new position even day. A make-out session in the morning. A blow job in the afternoon. Elvis made me a co-pilot of the mile high club. Thirty thousand feet in the sky at take off!

After nearly a year of nonstop love making, I started to question if this was all I was good for. I know you love Elvis as a person. His kindness and generosity were unmatched. He knew how to make me laugh, but I wondered what it was about me that kept Elvis interested. I don't think myself the prettiest girl, though Elvis always said otherwise.

"How's my pretty girl doing?" He'd say, kissing my neck. Whispering in my ear.

"Better. You're here." I'd reply. Elvis is the love of my life. I'd do anything he would ask of me. He didn't want much. Just my time, which he filled with dirty moments.

This morning, Elvis left Graceland early for a special recording session. Leaving me alone with my devices. I helped clean around the house a bit and helped cook in the kitchen. I was never one to be waited on. I've always liked to help.

I decided to make one of Elvis' favorite cakes. Ms. Mary was kind enough to help me bake it. I did all the mixing and stirring. Ms. Mary heated up the oven and floured up the bundt pan.

I heard a ruckus coming in through the front door, and I knew Elvis was home. My heart swoons, but I don't go running to him. Instead, I allow him to come to me. I know the cake is baked enough for the aroma to fill the house. Elvis will be here in three, two, one...

There he is coming around the corner into the kitchen. He smirks at meas he enters the room.

"Hey, baby girl." Elvis says, walking in the room. He rounds the counter and kisses your cheek. "It smells good."

"I'm glad you think so because it's a Coca-Cola Bundt Cake. Your favorite."

"Oh no. That's not my favorite cake." I look at him in shock and worry at my mistake. I could have sworn Coca-Cola Bundt Cake was his favorite. I glance at Ms. Mary, and she's just as confused as I am.

"I'm sorry, E." I say, rubbing the front of my apon.

"No worries, baby. Really. I have this book upstairs that will tell you my favorite cake." Elvis takes me by hand and walks me up the back stairs to the bedroom.

"So what's your favorite cake, Elvis?"

Elvis puts me up against the wall and lays a big kiss on my lips.

"You're my favorite cake, Y/N." Elvis kisses me passionately, and I reciprocate his action. Elvis slides his hand between my legs into my wet heat. I can't help but moan at the sensation of his touch.

"Baby, what did I say about wearing panties?" Elvis scorns me.

"To not to." I breathe.

Elvis shakes his head and rips my panties off. I moan loudly, gripping ahold of his shoulders. You know what's coming next? Elvis tosses my panties to the side, unzips his pants to display his hardened cock. He thrusts into me fast and furiously. He knows all my spots to make me moan, scream, and cum when he wants. I'm completely at his mercy.

Five minutes later, we're both back downstairs in the kitchen with the Mafia eating cake.

"This is some good cake." Lamar says.

"Best cake in Tennessee! I'll have another piece." Joe chimes in. "Ms. Mary bakes the best cakes."

"Actually, Joe. My best girl made it for me." Elvis throws his arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him and kisses my forehead.

"Y/N, I didn't know you could like this." Lamar says.

"Thanks, Lamar." I answered him. "It's really nothing."

"Baby, this is something. If Ms. Nancy or Ms. Mary needs a break, I got you." Elvis says.

How did I get the sweetest guy in the world? Must be fate. Elvis is in a great mood, so maybe he'll be willing to hear me out later about our intimate life.

Two hours later, the guys leave for home. Elvis and I walk them out and see the parade of cars leave out the gate. We both head back inside, holding hands.

I look up at Elvis as he locks the door. He has the lusty look in his eyes.

"Alone at last." He says, cupping my face in his hands and kissing my lips.

My heart swoons, but I gently pull away from him.

"Hmm. Elvis, we need to talk." I interrupt.

"Okay, let's talk." Elvis says, walking us into the living room. We both sit on the sofa.

I take a deep breath and look in those beautiful oceanic hues that would bring me to my knees. I shake off the sensation of lust and clear my throat.

"Is everything okay, baby. You're scaring me." Elvis says.

"Fine, I just... need to talk to you about us."

"My favorite subject." Elvis says, leaning forward to kiss me.

I pull away. "E, is this all I'm good for? Sex?" I asked.

"What?" Elvis asks, confused at my reaction.

"Is sex all you want from me? Why am I here?"

"Are you kiddin'? I love you, Y/N. I love everything about you." *pause* "Almost everything." Elvis smiles at me, then brushes my cheek.

"Other than sex, what is everything you like about me?"

"Hmm, let's see." Elvis sits and ponders for a moment. "I love your laugh. I love the way you laugh at a joke, even if it's not that funny. You think about other's feelings because you care. I love the way you care. I appreciate it when you listen to me about the spiritual things of the world. You understand me in a way that most don't. Y/N, baby, you took the time to make my favorite cake. No girlfriend of mine has ever made me my favorite cake! That's why I love you. All these things just make you more attractive."

"I love you, too, Elvis. I love you because you choose to show me the things that are important to you. Things I know you wouldn't open up to others about. You have a beautiful soul that matches your beauty on the outside. You're so special." I say, sliding my hand up his jaw and into his hair.

We both place our foreheads together for a moment. Elvis leans down and kisses my lips. It goes for an innocent kiss to a passionate kiss. To that let's fuck kiss.

"E, wait." I pull away.

"What, baby?" He says.

"You say all those beautiful things, and yet you still want to sleep."

"Y/N, you like it just as much as I do. If not more. Especially the way you moan my name. Elvis, oh Elvis. Don't stop. Right there. Harder, please." He mimics me.

I widen my eyes, and I back hand his arm.

"Shut up, Elvis Presley! I do not!" I say, lying to myself if I'm being honest. "I can go without sex longer than you can."

"Like hell you can!"

"Wanna bet?"

"What's the bet, baby?"

"No sex for a week. No French kissing. No fingering. No licking. No blow jobs. No eating. No masturbating. No foreplay. No mounting. No. Sex." I list my demands and cross my arms, waiting for Elvis' response.

I can see the blood leave Elvis' face. His jaw clutches, and he swallows away his pride. Physically. Elvis loves a good bet. He loves competition, but this is a bit much even for him. No sex of any kind for an entire seven day stretch.

"Okay, baby. I'll see your bet, and I'll raise it to two weeks."

Shock courses through me at the thought that he makes such a counter offer.

"Okay, Elvis Presley. Deal." I say.

"Should we seal it with a kiss, Y/N?" He whispers, looking me in the eyes.

"No kissing. Remember?"

"No. You said no French kissing."

I shake my head. He's right. I did say no French kissing because I would hate to miss those lushes' lips of his.

I look at him and lean over to peck him on the lips slowly. As I move away. I say,

"The deal starts now, E."

"Fine with me, baby."

"The first one who cracks or gives in loses."

"What does the winner get?"

"What do you want?"

Elvis pauses for a moment and thinks about a prize. Then he smirks at me. "I'll tell you when I win, baby."

"Ha ha! Do you really think you'll win against me?"

"Absolutely, Y/N. You can't resist my charm. These good looks. My blue eyes. This..."

Elvis takes my hand and places it over his hardened dick. My heart sinks, but I gently pull away.

"We shall see."

Day one: Elvis and I slept in the same bed but kept our distance. He left for work early and returned to find me sitting in the living room on the sofa, face deep in a magazine.

"Hey E." I smiled at him as he walked in.

"Hey, baby. How's your day going?"

He asked me.

"Oh, amazing." I explained. "I cleaned out the closet and got rid of some old clothes. Threw away some old shoes of mine. I helped Ms. Nancy with dinner. Made another cake."

"Coca-Cola Bundt Cake?" Eagerness layers through Elvis' voice.

"Yep. We needed another bundt after the Mafia devoured the first one. How was recording?"

"Good. Got through two songs without breaking a sweat." He said.

"I'm proud of you."

"I'm proud of me too. I think I deserve a bath." Elvis says as he starts to go upstairs.

"Oh, Elvis..." I said, truly knowing his intentions. "No masturbating, remember?"

"The bet is still on. I'm really just going to take a quick bath and get ready for dinner. I swear."

"Okay. I'll see you in a few minutes."

"Five minutes tops, baby."

Day two: I love our bed. Other than being one of the most comfortable beds, it's king size. We don't have to invade each other's space. Any other day, we spoon each other, but with the bet going, we stay on our sides of the bed.

I actually volunteered to sleep in another room, so neither of us would be tempted, but Elvis loved having me close by. I loved being near him, but I feared one of us would crack too soon.

Elvis turned over and grabbed me up in his strong arms. It felt great being in his arms. It is one of the safest places in the world. Every girl deserves to have this feeling... well, if you're in the beginning of a bet, maybe not this feeling.

"Put Little Elvis away." I firmly said.

"He wants to play." Elvis said, his voice full of sleep.

"Are you caving so soon?"

"No, I'm not. You're caving."

"Only if I give in and I'm not giving in. But you're cheating. You came on my side of the bed."

"Technically, this is my whole bed."

I turned and looked at him like he lost his mind. I pulled the sheets and blankets off of me and hissed, "Technically, I can leave."

I stormed to the door, and Elvis rushed behind me. He grabs me from behind and buries his head in my neck.

"Baby, I just joshin' ya. I promise to stay on my side and behave."

I turned and looked at him. Elvis gave me those big, beautiful puppy eyes. I faulted under his gaze like a ton of bricks. He walked me back to bed and kissed me goodnight once again.

We stayed on our sides of the bed. I heard him get back to sleep, but I stayed up and contemplated the situation. If I caved to him getting me to lay back down, what was stopping me from having intercourse with him? Maybe this is a more difficult situation than I originally thought it to be.

Day Four: We both behaved ourselves on day three. Elvis kept his hands busy at work and did things with the Mafia before coming home completely spent.

I made myself busy around Graceland house. Dusting, swiping, and baking more cakes. I tried my hand at a double chocolate three layer cake. I impressed Ms. Nancy with my baking skills.

"Y/N, you better stop making these cakes, or I'll be out of a job." She joked.

"No, Elvis loves you. You're part of the family. I'm just trying to keep my hands busy and out of trouble." I told Ms. Nancy, as I icing the cake.

"Out of trouble? You've been cleaning this house from top to bottom for the last four days. Ms. Mary took me what you be doing on my off days. You got the maids talking and all. What's going on?" She asked, with true concern in her voice.

I stopped playing over the cake and looked at Ms. Nancy. Oh, how serious she appeared. She reminded me of my grandmother at times. The same down to earth care and attitude. This face meant that I better explain myself immediately. I sat down on the stool beside her and spoke.

"I had a really vivid dream last night, and I'm just trying to keep it at bay." I told her.

"You wanna talk on it, hun?"

I shook my head. "No, ma'am."

She nodded her head and left it at that. I couldn't tell her. My dream wasn't a nightmare but a fantasy. A fantasy I fear would come true. Me jumping on Elvis and riding his dick out to kingdom cum!

Of course, I enjoy the intimate pleasures of being with him. I love him, but this test wasn't just for him. This test was for me as well, and I feel myself failing. I will win.

Day Seven: I decided to give the house a break and go have a spa day with a couple of the girls. Joanie and Sandy are my two most trusted friends whom I love dearly.

We three sat by the hydration pool after our massages. Just decompressing from things and worries. I was mainly using massage therapy as a substitute for my sexual needs. They did everything but tap me where I needed it the most.

"So, Y/N, what's new? What's the word from Graceland?" Joanie asks.

"Yeah, Elvis still laying the pipe or what?" Sandy jokes.

We all laugh out loud at Sandy's comedic puns.

"Actually, we have a bet going, ladies."

"Oh? What's the bet?" Joanie asks, curiosity hanging off of her lips.

"No. Sex for two weeks."

"WHAT???" The ladies say together.

"Yeah."

"What day are you on?" Sandy asks.

"Day seven. Only seven more days to go." I confessed.

"What the hell have you been doing with yourself?" Joanie pondered.

"Cooking, cleaning, and reading."

"Oh, you just been working to keep yourself distracted?" Sandy said. "Who is this challenge hurting the most? Elvis or you?"

"I believe that it's harder for me, and originally, I thought it was Elvis. But... I'm struggling, too."

"What does the winner get?" Joanie asks.

"We haven't decided yet, but I believe it's bragging rights if we're being honest."

"Don't. Give. In. You gotta win this!" Sandy stated. "For wives everywhere!"

We all started giggling and laughing at the statement. It's sad we live in a time where we women can't be known for enjoying sex.

Before Elvis, I didn't really do anything. I had one boyfriend who took my virginity, and we did things, but nothing exciting. After Elvis, my world of sex changed drastically. Elvis opened my mind and broadened my horizons in the vertical incline. Oh, the pleasure is enough to make my pussy throb.

I came home to Graceland with Joanie and Sandy in tow. We were giggling on about nonsense we believed was funny. Our personal inside jokes from our talk earlier today. Our laughter ceased when we had yelling from the other side of the door.

Elvis was mad about something. What I couldn't say. He had tantrums every once in a while, but nothing like what we were seeing.

"Fuck! Can everyone get shit right in this house!" Elvis hollered.

Jerry, Lamar, and Sonny were seated in the living room opposite the dining room. As Elvis continued his rants in the kitchen, the ladies and I gathered in the living room.

"Hey baby, what's up with Elvis?" Sandy asked Jerry as she sat in his lap.

"E's been on edge for the last couple of days." Jerry explained. "Extra annoyed and a few temper tantrums. He threw a stool at Ronny during a recording session yesterday."

"Oh god. Is Ronny okay?" I asked.

"He's fine. He dodged it, but still, this is not like E.P." Sonny said. "Y/N, have you noticed anything weird going on with E. P.?"

I was speechless. I noticed something other than... oh no. Annoyed? Temper tantrums? Aggression? Is this because our lack of love making? Elvis may get mad at times, but he's a sweetheart. He's the type of guy that would give the shirt off his back. If there was laughter in the room, it would be coming from Elvis.

"I... I think it's over the bet we made a week ago." I said, speaking slowly.

"What bet?" Lamar asked curiously.

"Elvis and I made a bet last week. To see who could go without sex the longest."

Sandy and Joanie closed their eyes, knowing about the bet prior to my confession. The guys...

"You bet what?" Lamar says, dropping his hands in shock.

"Huh, Y/N, E.P. can't function without... sex." Sonny said.

We all hear a chair crash and jump at the noise in the dining room. Elvis storms up the stairs to our bedroom. Red slowly walks out to us in the living room. He has this stunned look on his face, and the next minute, we hear the upstairs door slams.

"Guys, Elvis ripped me a new one, and I don't think I can sit. What the hell is up with him?" Red said.

Sonny chimes in. "Elvis hasn't been laid in a week."

Red looks at me in shock. He gets down and kneels before me as if to say a heartfelt prayer.

"Y/N, listen to me. You must put whatever the hell it was between you and Elvis behind you and fuck him. Fuck him for all of us!" Red beseeches me.

"Honestly, Y/N, this bet is not worth all of the attitude E.P. is giving the guys." Sandy pitched in.

"This is over a bet?" Red said. "Lose. Lose for us all."

"Red, you need to calm down. Get a grip on yourself." I said, standing up.

"No, you need to fuck Elvis or he'll kill someone and think it maybe me." Red says.

"Red, you don't get it. None of you get it. It's not just a bet. It's... more than that." I tried to explain, but it's like the words weren't clear.

"Do you think he doesn't love you, Y/N?" Sandy asked.

"No, Sandy. That's not what's in question. I just..." I shake my head because the words just won't come out.

"Y/N, Elvis is crazy about you." Jerry says. "When he's at the studio, he talks about you nonstop. He asks us if we think you'd like the song he's doing."

"Y/N." Red says, standing up off the floor. "If it helps, all jokes aside, you're his favorite topic."

I'm at a loss for words. It's not that I didn't believe Elvis when he told me he loved me, but I guess I needed reassurance.

"Maybe we should go." Joanie said, grabbing Lamar's hand. She gestured to the door, and everyone followed behind.

"Y/N, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if you caved in." Jerry said before exiting out the door with Sandy following behind.

I shut the door and lock it. I plant my back against the door and look up the staircase. I stand here contemplating our situation. Our bet. My bet, really. I set out to prove that there was more than sex between us. That I was good for more than a roll in the hay. How could I ever believe that this beautiful man didn't love me?

"Ms. Y/N?"

I glanced over and see Ms. Mary looking at me. "Are you okay, sugar?"

I bite my lip and say, "I'm just fine, Ms. Mary. Why don't you take the rest of the night off? Elvis and I will be fine for the night."

"Okay, Ms. Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow."

Ms. Mary walks away from me, and I make my way upstairs. I knocked on the door listening for Elvis.

"Who is it?"

"E, it's me."

He opened the door to let me in. Elvis walked to the bed as I entered and shut the door behind me. I sat next to him on the bed, crossing my legs. I felt like he was closing himself off from me.

"E, is everything okay?" I asked him, grabbing his hand.

Elvis looked down at my hand and intertwined our fingers together. He nodded his head to me but said nothing. He was still stewing from earlier. Just trying to cool himself down from his random outburst.

I crawled closer to him to lean my head against his shoulder. He leaned his head against mine, and I could feel the tension easy off of him as he relaxed him shoulders.

After a little moment or so, I moved my head from his shoulder to face him. I cupped Elvis' angelic face, looked into those pools of deep cerulean depth, and kissed his sweet, pouty lips.

"I see your beautiful soul, E. You beautiful being." I said, my lips against his forehead. I kiss his head deeply.

You know," I started to say. "I haven't told you in the last seven days that I love you."

"Yeah, I noticed." He said with a bit of bitterness behind it.

"Well, I do. I love you, Elvis Aaron Presley. With all my heart, and I'm sorry I allowed this silly bet to get so serious. And you win. Everything. Not only this stupid bet, but you win my heart."

Elvis was searching my face to see if I was joking. We were only at day seven, of course.

"What?" He asked, confusion expressed on his face.

"Baby, you win. You win. I give up. I need you inside me like Wednesday." I whisper.

I kissed him once again with vigor, slipping my tongue inside his mouth and rubbing his crotch. He moaned in my mouth as I did so. My touch alone gave him the evening wood I needed to satisfy me.

I laid him back against the bed and crawled on top of him. I unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom button. I playfully kissed his belly button, licking the perimeter. He has a thing about his belly button. He loves this so much that he moans.

I undo his pants and pull them down, revealing Little Elvis. Oh, I missed him and could tell he missed me too, by the way he twitched at me. Without warning, I placed my mouth on the head of Elvis' hardened cock. The skin is soft and dripping with the salty taste of precum. I moan as I make out with his dick.

"Oh, fuck, baby." Elvis moans, sliding his hand in my hair and roughly gripping the strands with his fingers.

After sucking him off for a few minutes, I popped him out of my mouth and climbed on top of him. Elvis pulls off my bra, revealing my breasts to him. He sits up a bit and takes one of my nipples in his mouth. His muffled moans vibrate through my chest. I swear he makes my heart speed. I cradle his head as he uses his tongue against my nipple.

"Oh god. I missed this." Elvis says, pulling me in closer with his arms.

Elvis kisses his way up my chest to my neck and feels his way down my skirt. He lifts up my skirt and squeezes my ass. He looks at me in surprise.

"No panties?" He questioned.

"No panties. Just as you told me." I responded.

He kisses me then raises me up onto his cock. Oh, the way he fills me up causes obscene cries to escape my mouth. I missed this. Elvis takes his time with me. Raising me up and down off his cock. He feels so amazing.

After what feels like an hour of pure bliss, I cum all over Elvis, and he cums inside me. Oh, I needed this from him.

"Damn, baby." Elvis said, collapsing next to me.

We sat there trying to catch our breath. Sex with Elvis was amazing and fun, but this was better than the love we made a week ago. It could be because we went without it for too long.

I rolled over to lay on his chest and kissed his cheek.

"How does it feel to be a winner, Mr. Presley?" I asked him.

"Like winning another Grammy. Amazing. This is better than any award." Elvis said, wrapping his arms around me. We cuddled for a while until I broke the silence.

"So you won the bet. What do I owe you? We never said what we do if we lost."

Elvis gave me a look, and a smirk graced his ethereal features. He moves out of the bed, gets on his knees, and opens the nightstand drawer.

"Come here, Y/N, baby. Please?"

I scooted to the side of the bed, planting my feet on the soft carpet and covering my breast with Elvis' blouse. We looked into each other's eyes mesmerized by love.

"Y/N, you mean the world to me. You're the most important person in my life, and I love you so much." Elvis says all these things, and I smile. He continues. "I said this last week, but I love how you care about the deep feelings of others. I dream about things, and I wake up ready to talk to you about them. When I sing, it's all for you. I see you looking at me, and I pray for your approval. I want to run to you for everything."

Elvis brings his hand up; in it, there's a small black velvet box. I stop breathing. My heart is pounding, and my chest is heaving. Is this what I think it is?

"Y/N. My love." He takes my free hand and holds it. "This has been the best year of my life so far. With you, I can be myself. You enjoy life with me like nobody has. I want you to be with me for the rest of our lives. Will you marry me?"

Elvis opens up the small box and displays the most gorgeous diamond ring I've ever seen in my life. I feel the tears stream down my cheeks, but the words won't come from my lips.

"I...I don't know what to say." I confess.

"Baby, please say yes."

"Yes, Elvis, yes!!! I love you so much!"

I bend down, hug him, and then I kiss you precious lips. If I needed any more convincing and reassuring, this was it. I would never have given him an ultimatum about marriage. I was absolutely flabbergasted yet ecstaticed.

Elvis takes the ring out the box and places it on my left finger. As he does this, I feel a jolt of energy pass through my hand to my heart, and butterflies erupt in the pit of my tummy. This was more than I ever hoped for.

"E, how did this go from a bet to a proposal?" I asked him.

"I wanted to win the girl, not the bet, baby."

"You did win. You won my heart, E."

"That's all I ever wanted."

Elvis grabs me and kisses me, laying us back down in the bed to cradle one another. I glance at my ring, and my love, who gave it to me.

"I'm sure once we're married, our sex life will calm down." Elvis says.

"You wanna bet?"

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