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#i'm good with the precise instructions of baking
natasha-in-space · 3 months
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Okay, okay, but can we talk about the implications of the RFA preparing us these gingerbread cookies? I know they made it look all neat and tidy for us (Saeran and Jumin wouldn't have it any other way), but there is definitely a story of a completely destroyed kitchen behind them.
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I can see it going two ways: Either they each made a cookie individually, or they mitigated responsibilities between one another. For the sake of this being funnier, let's go with the first option!
Yoosung is likely to take a few attempts to complete his cookie. Not because he is bad at it (he was forced to help out making gingerbread cookies with his family almost every Christmas), but because he wants to make it perfect! After all, it's for their party coordinator! And he wants to impress you! Overall, he does a clean enough job, and his cookie turns out in a way that leaves him proud. If only Saeyoung didn't prank him once or twice in the process, that redheaded rascal!
Zen will definitely need some help. I'm sorry, I know he can cook and he is willing to learn for you, but as of now, he is rusty as heck. Surviving on nothing but salads, beer, and occasional snacks will not turn him into a good baker. He will try to follow the recipe, but he will either end up messing up, or he'll get all huffy about the cookie not looking right, and not representing his true beauty. He wants his cookie to be as handsome as he is! (Jaehee will enthusiastically agree to this statement) Actually, I can see Jaehee being the one to help him out. Maybe even in secret from everyone else, so he wouldn't get teased about it. Plus, Jaehee is just as motivated to make this cookie perfect!
Speaking of Jaehee, just like with everything else she does, she will do her job quickly and perfectly. No fuss, no muss. She'll be very clean about it too. It's like she wasn't even there in the kitchen. I don't even have much to say about her, because she's just too responsible and diligent for her own good. No silly gags, just a perfectly baked delicious cookie. She'll be very proud of it, too. Make sure to compliment her! She'll get all giggly about it for sure.
Jumin is... He can bake. In fact, he is a very good baker due to his natural ability to follow given instructions precisely. But, the problem with Jumin isn't that he can't cook or bake, as it's often assumed, it's that he gets too damn curious for his own good. He is like a cat. A creature of curiosity. Will try doing different techniques and adding new things, just to see what will turn out. He finds baking to be like a science and is captivated by it. Everyone in the RFA are horrified. It's like watching the ticking bomb go off. Everyone except for Jihyun. That man is just chuckling away in the corner and occasionally poking fun at his friend, because he knew it would end up that way. Although he will have to step in, once Jumin decides to try something a bit too crazy. Can't have their party coordinator shocked in a not so pleasant way! Jumin will still present you with an entire collection of gingerbread cookies later, though. He's too proud not to. What an absolute dork.
Speaking of Jihyun, I don't know why, but I always pictured him as a pretty bad cook and baker. I don't have any canon evidence for it, this is just pure headcanon territory. He will try. Dear Lord, he will try his absolute best for you. But, his gingerbread cookies will turn out looking just as sad and skrunkly as he is. It's like a curse. He might just come to terms with his cookie looking as miserable as ever, but I like to imagine Yoosung helping him out in the end! Just because I'd like to see them bond in a cute and happy way for once. Who knows, maybe this will become a new tradition of theirs! Yoosung teaching Jihyun an art of cooking and baking. And, I think Jihyun really does view it as an art. Then again, his artistic nature can make even the most mundane of things into a beautiful metaphor for something. He just needs someone by his side to watch out for any smoke.
Saeran is one step behind Jaehee when it comes to getting the job done. He's a bit more messy, because he likes to have fun while baking (especially when he's preparing something for you), and he will definitely prepare a good batch of different variations, before he decides on the final one. Funny thing about Saeran is that the kitchen will be squeaky clean, but he will be covered in flour, frosting, and other things. He doesn't know how it happened. No one does. But, it does give his brother some opportunities for playful teasing. Much to Saeran's exasperation (but there is a smile on his face as he huffs and puffs at Saeyoung's jokes, and it melts his twin's heart for sure). Also, he will prepare gingerbread cookies for Ray and Suit, but will leave them to give those two to you later in person. These are special.
And, last but not least, we have the final boss. The one who turns a cute idea to surprise you into a raging disaster. The man behind the slaughter. Saeyoung Choi. Boy, oh boy. It's true that no one wanted to allow him to bake. Everyone was aware of what was to come. But, once they saw that painfully familiar sparkle of inspiration in those golden eyes of his? That wicked grin that just screamed of mischief? His numerous babbles in the chatroom about 101 facts regarding gingerbread cookies? It was obvious. There was no going back. Only forward. He would bake that cookie with or without them. And, Saeran would much rather be nearby if something caught on fire. The cookie you see on the plate is adorable. It's perfect. Tasty. But, there is a story of true terror behind it. Dozens of fallen gingerbread cookies, lost at the hands of a mad redheaded genuis who was having way too much fun mixing ingredients that should never be mixed. How in the world did he get flour onto the ceiling? No one knows. Why is there a batch of Dr Pepper flavored cookies laying on the counter? Why, that's another mystery added to the pile. Did he create some kind of ungodly invention or a full on robo-arm to make cookies for him? Ask Vanderwood for that.
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muenbear · 3 months
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Bepo Cookies - Law x Reader
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I've been looking at bepo and law fanarts because they are the absolute cutest! I'm also drawing one currently x) here I'm writing Law x Reader making Bepo cookies!
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It was a rare day of calm on the Polar Tang, and you found yourself in the mood for some baking since its almost Christmas.
"Hey Law! I was thinking of making cookies. Want to join me?" You approached your boyfriend who was diligently studying his maps in the corner of the room.
Law looked up from his maps, his stern expression softening at your invitation. "Cookies? Sorry Y/N, I'm busy"
"Pleaseeee, c'mon you need to take a break!" You nudge him slightly, knowing he cannot refuse you.
"Fine, but I've never baked before, can't promise I'll be good at it." He stood up and put his maps to the side of his desk.
With a triumphant smile, you ran to the kitchen as fast as you could and gathered all the ingredients with Law joining you shortly.
However, it became apparent that Law's culinary skills were limited to basic survival needs.
"This is alot of steps for just some cookies" his brows furrowed looking at the instructions on the cookie box.
"That's okay! It's easy, I promise," you reassured him, handing him a mixing bowl. "All we need to add to this packet is eggs and water....and butter....and some vanilla!"
As you measured out the ingredients, you noticed Law's meticulous nature. He followed your instructions with precision, but you couldn't help but chuckle at how serious he looked when mixing.
As the cookies were baking in the oven, you and Law leaned against the counter as you heard him talk about the next island you were heading to.
The scent of freshly baked cookies filled the submarine, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. You swore you saw Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin peeking into the kitchen.
The real fun began when it was time to shape the cookies. "Law, let's make Bepo cookies!!" You smiled as you handed him the sweet icing. Law agreed with a smirk, appreciating the nod to his crewmate.
The two of you worked side by side, creating adorable Bepo cookies. Law's attempts were at first clumsy, but he quickly got the hang of it.
The submarine's kitchen was filled with laughter as you both competed to make the best Bepo cookie.
"You know, you're surprisingly good at this," you teased, admiring his handiwork.
Law shot you a sideways glance. "I have many skills."
Once the cookies were done, you marveled at the cute sugar cookies. You couldn't resist taking a selfie with Law and the batch of cookies, capturing the moment.
"Come eat!!" everyone gathered together on deck and enjoyed the cute cookies. "This wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be." Law smirked.
You grinned "See? Baking can be fun. And we made the cutest Bepo cookies ever!"
"I wouldn't mind doing this with you more often Y/N" Law closes his eyes to enjoy the breeze as he feels you rest your head on his shoulders.
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Hope you enjoyed this one :3
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morallyinept · 3 months
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CHRISTMAS COOKIES - A Marcus Moreno Christmas One Shot
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Summary: You and Marcus get creative with some left over icing, after he spends the morning baking Christmas cookies with Missy.
Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader (No name or physical description of reader. It’s you, bub. Although, Reader has hair long enough to be brushed aside/over shoulder. Images just for aesthetic, no reference to Reader.)
Word Count: 4.3k
Scoville Smut Rating: 🌶️🌶️🌶️ "You tell me I'm doing well, and then, you try to kill me."
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Warnings/triggers - Established relationship/oral both M & F receiving/food porn/competency kink
NSFW. MINORS DNI! OVER 18’s ONLY. YOU ARE SOLELY RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU READ. ☝🏻Don’t come at me; you’ve been plenty warned.
If this story isn't for you, that's fine. Just slip quietly out the back door. No need to make a fuss. It's just a work of fiction.
Author’s Note: Baking cookies with Marcus?? Yes please!🍪 There's a tiny bit of Marcus Spanish, but you can Google it. Reader doesn't understand it so I wanted to keep it authentic by not providing translations.
12 DAYS OF XXX-MAS MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST
Enjoy & Happy Holidays! 🎄🖤
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“Morning, you. I made some Nog.” Marcus smiles. 
Those perky lips of his twitch into a full blown beam as he winks at you from behind the dark frames of his glasses playfully.
He puts the hot tray down on the counter and picks up a mug and hands it to you.
“Thanks,” you say, smelling clean and hopefully looking not too dishevelled. 
“Dad and I are making Christmas cookies,” Missy says with a toothy grin at you. 
“I can see that,” you grin back at the state of the kitchen early in the morning.
"Watch it, kiddo. They're hot!" Marcus instructs his daughter as she eagerly helps scoop them off the tray.
“Try it.” Marcus coaxes you, when he sees you staring at him with wide eyes and possibly a mouth the size of a swirling black hole - and getting bigger and wider by the second.
Rows and rows of snowflake shaped cookies are on cooling racks on every visible space on the counter tops that you can see.
Utterly stunned and bewildered, you’re unable to take your eyes off him as he scurries around the kitchen, familiar with where everything is from muscle memory, juggling bowls and utensils through his thick fingers.
You turn the mug up to your lips and almost pass out. It’s your favourite; nutmeg and chocolate flavourings laced within the strong, punchy Nog. And it tastes incredible. It leaves a Noggy moustache around your top lip.
“Oh my God! That’s so good.” You exclaim, looking at him in astonishment.
Marcus places a plate down in front of you. He’s even managed to make you some breakfast.
He simply pads up to you and runs his thumb slowly across your lip, wiping away the remnants and sucks his thumb whilst his eyes stare into you with a cheeky, burning glint.
It makes your whole reproductive system whine desperately at you. 
“You spoil me.” You smirk, taking the cutlery from him he’s already holding out to you as he stirs a bowl beside him with a whisk. 
“I like to look after my girls.” He says with flushed cheeks. 
Smiling, you tuck into the eggs and crispy bacon. He twists the piping bag up after he fills it and proceeds to frost a batch of cookies on the counter top, which has already cooled. Missy then tops them with candied silver balls. 
They work in tandem; precise, unspoken teamwork as they chatter and laugh together. You smile as you watch him finish icing the rest of them; all the while his eyes keep flicking up to you, and you remember that same look in them from last night, running them over your naked body. 
Marcus bites his lip as he concentrates; a nub of icing has somehow managed to work its way across his right cheek, just above that dimple, and he clearly has no idea it’s there - and what it’s doing to you.
You feel your tongue begin to throb, sucking on it hastily inside your mouth and wanting nothing more than to walk on over there and lick it off his face crazily.
“La abuela está aquí.” Marcus says to Missy as he wipes his hands down on a dishtowel after checking his watch.
A knock, and then the sound of the back door in the kitchen opening to the cooing sounds of an older woman with a walking cane entering, stirs your heated reverie.
They converse in Spanish as you stand to greet the woman looking over at you with twinkly eyes and a beaming smile. 
“So pretty,” she cups Marcus’ face approvingly and she takes your hand and pats it gently as you say hello tentatively. 
“Mamá. Por favor deje de.” He’s all a blur as he simultaneously hands Missy her scarf and fishes out some bills from his wallet to hand to his mother. But she refuses. 
“You’re not paying for your own Christmas gift, Dad.” Missy corrects him as both of them stare him down into submission.
“Alright, smartass.” Marcus grins much to the dismay of his mother who sighs and berates him in Spanish for cussing in front of his daughter. 
Missy reaches up to give him a kiss and so does his mother, and he finally ushers them out of the door and turns to face you, his back resting against it and breathes out in some relief. 
You chuckle. “I still can’t get over all this.” You say.
“What?” His features pull into a mild panic.
“This. All of this. You.” You say, your eyes scanning around the organised chaos of the kitchen and the sight of the lounge in the corner of your eye decorated like Santa’s Grotto. 
Christmas garlands are draped over the mantle, complete with two stockings hanging above it; both Marcus’ and Missy’s names are stitched onto the front of them delicately.
The Christmas tree has grown in height and width, seemingly overnight - you don’t recall it being that big when you stumbled in giggling with him in the early hours - and is covered with candy canes and twinkling lights in all the Christmas colours.
Underneath there are presents galore stacked up in little cluster’s and tied in pretty, neat bows. It’s like stepping into all your childhood Christmases - the nostalgia, the romance, completely flooring you.
And then there's him, handsome with dark eyes. Muscular in his black t-shirt and looking at you as though he's hungry.
“I thought guys like you only existed in superhero movies.” You say, flippantly. 
“Funny you should mention that,” Marcus simpers at you and you smirk.
“You definitely had some super powers last night.” You say, as he pushes forward from the door towards you. 
“Oh yeah?”
“Mmhm…” you nod as he reaches you. You reach your finger up and scoop the nub of icing off his cheek and suck it into your mouth.
He blushes as he leans in, hands on your hips as you stay seated on the stool, and kisses you gently. 
“It wasn’t too much, this morning?” He presses, tentatively.
He doesn't want to scare you off, you can sense it. Doesn’t want to come on too strong. But the fact you just inadvertently met his mother and his daughter, both in the same morning and both incredibly briefly, pulls at his gut. 
He wanted it to be different. But he couldn’t resist holding you in his arms all night either. Whimpering for you to stay, your legs wrapping around his waist as he drove deeper into you.
Grunting into your ear about how good you felt, how he wanted to come so deep inside of you, and he did after what felt like hours of him pulling orgasms out of you first, with fingertips that crackled and buzzed all over your nerve endings.
It’s only your fifth date with Marcus, and you already feel that pull; that magnetism between you that becomes more solid the more time you spend with him.
Learning about him and his secret talents. He was upfront with you over dinner on your first date, that he had a young daughter and was widowed. He still wears his wedding ring and you don’t feel threatened by it. Instead, it comforts you to know that this man is a man that can love hard and forever. And one that is incredibly adept and resilient.   
You shake your head. “No. I really like this side of you. Competency kink activated.”
Marcus blushes behind his spectacles and you smile. 
There’s so much he wants to tell you, to reveal to you. You’ve no idea that he really is a superhero, and that his hands can do so much more than leave you gasping and panting his name into his bedroom walls.
And there’s so much more that he wants to hear about you too. You’re only beginning to scrape the surface off, but it feels so right regardless. 
He feels right. 
“I’ll help you clean up.” You say gathering your plate.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.” You give him a peck and shimmy over to the sink. He watches you go wondering how the heck he got so lucky. 
He reaches for the piping bag of icing and there’s still loads of it left in the bowl too. 
“What should we do with this, it’ll be a shame to just waste it?” You say. 
“I could make more cookies.” He suggests, and then looks at you as you look at him and it’s apparent to you, that you both just had the same, illicit thought rearrange the wiring in your brains. 
The same thought, that quickly turns to reality, where you’re dipping your fingers into the bowl and bringing them, smeared with the white icing, up to his lips. 
Marcus doesn’t hesitate to open and suck them into his mouth and groans with delight. You watch, enthralled as his tongue slips between your digits as he cleans the icing completely from them.
“Tastes good.” He sighs.
“Yeah? Let me try.” 
He does the same for you with his own fingers, but as you lean forward to catch it, it plops down your front. 
Chuckling, you go to wipe it away, but he stops; his fingers twisting inside of your own, sticky and wet, and relishing the feel of his thumb rubbing against your skin.
You both glance at your intertwined fingers; smooth and slightly adhesive in their stickiness, neither one of you pulling away.
Marcus leans in closer into your intimate space; those brown planets of his penetrating into you. “I’ll get it…”
He bends forward and his tongue makes sweet contact with your skin, sending shivers immediately bleeding out of it.
Your nipples come alive with electricity as it snaps and crackles around you. He licks it away; sucking it out of the fabric of your shirt that’s resting on the top of your bare breasts, which he’d noticed the moment you had sat down at the breakfast bar, and his pants had felt a size smaller ever since.
You couldn't help it, you couldn't actually find your bra when you dressed, searching for it. Deducing that it was probably stuffed down the side of the bed somewhere. All you remembered was him unclasping it and sucking your nipples into his mouth as you writhed on top of him.
Marcus runs his tongue up your clavicle and collarbone, stopping when the milky, sweet remnants of the icing is gone.
“Tastes really good,” he confirms, lingering just inches in front of your face. You can smell the sweetness on his breath; feel the warmth of it on your face and see your wanton reflection back inside his lenses.
He snaps his head back, reaching for the bowl and spoons out another blob, although this time he takes it in his own mouth, much to your dismay.
The way he fucks. 
But then Marcus leans forward and simply presses his lips to yours, dribbling the icing all over them as you’re taken back by his carnal boldness.
Something you know he possesses under the somewhat nerdish outer shell he presents. It’s in the way he moves, the way he kisses.
You can feel it pooling in the corners of your mouth; the cool, velvety texture as it begins sliding over your lips and down your cheeks. 
“So sticky.” He muses with a brilliant grin. 
Marcus hoists you up onto the counter top easily, muscles straining around his biceps. Your legs now dangle off the edge of it and he parts them, standing in between. His immense hardness presses into the inside of your thigh and it feels marvellous.
You remember it, still feel the ache of him from being buried deep inside you for the first time last night. 
He licks the icing off of your cheeks and chin, taking his time in cleaning you up, eyes crinkling around a subtle smirk. 
“You’re enjoying this far too much,” you tease. 
“I am. Hard not to when you’re delicious.”
He then darts his tongue into your mouth. The taste of him; the taste of the icing makes your head spin in a syrupy mess.
He claws for the bowl once more, and this time dunks all his fingers inside it, bringing them up to your face dripping with sugary goodness.
He inserts them slowly into your mouth, but not before rubbing them over your lips in a way that would make the Devil himself blush.
You suck them clean, all the while holding his eyes; those gorgeous chocolate eyes that drink you all in. He bites down on his plump bottom lip, watching as his fingers swirl around your tongue and begins to fuck your mouth slowly with them as you suck on them eagerly.
“Does that taste good?” Marcus questions, through clenched teeth.
You nod as you suck his index and middle deeply like they’re his cock, popping out of your lips like a lollipop. He feels it wiggle inside his boxers and you can feel it throb against your thigh.
He looks down at your shirt collar; the damp patch from the previous dollop spilt there like an unfurled rosebud. He strips his fingers fully from your mouth; a luscious blend of silkiness and slight tackiness envelopes them.
He slowly begins to unbutton your shirt, but you stop him; clasping it together preventing him from going any further.
“What if they come back?” You say with a brewing grin. 
He shakes his head. “Trust me, Missy is shopping with my mom. They won’t be back for hours.” He reassures and you drop your hands as he continues to unbutton. 
It’s agonisingly sweet, and as he opens it, your bare, supple breasts greet him, and Marcus audibly groans. Pert, with swollen areolas, looking like a juicy and inviting meal for him to gorge upon to his heart’s content. You rest backwards on your palms and they perk up further for him.
He runs his tongue all across your breasts, licking up the icing and leaving a sticky residue of both his saliva and the icing cooling on your skin. 
He picks up the bowl and pours the icing down the middle of your chest and you can feel it running; making that slow, sweet journey towards your navel.
He reaches a nipple and takes it fully into his mouth; the hard, perky bud of it tasting sweeter than the cookies he’s iced. You can feel it dripping down your stomach and it begins pooling at the waistband of your jeans.
After he’s done a delicious and sinful number on your breasts; each one having their fair turn with his attention, Marcus runs his tongue down the track in the centre of them, looking up at you with those bewitching browns.
You run your hand through his hair, ruffling it up and tugging at the roots inside your grip. He pulls your hips further to the edge of the counter top and slides his tongue across your skin just above your waistband.
“I do.” You agree with hooded eyes as his fingers linger on your button.
“I know you taste better than this,” Marcus says, licking his lips.
You pulse as you recall his face between your legs last night, expertly eating you out as you clawed at the sheets.
You raise your ass off the counter top momentarily as he tugs off your jeans revealing you in a black thong. The same one he took off with his teeth only hours ago. 
He rolls off your socks; bending down so his nose just brushes past the apex of your thighs, the heat emanating from it and the smell of your sex driving him wild.
He tosses your fuzzy socks over his shoulder casually; one lands inside the sink and you giggle.
Marcus picks up your foot and presses his lips to the side of it, all the while watching you. You have to remind yourself to keep breathing as he kisses up the entire length of your leg.
You lay back on the counter top as he stands; resting upright on your elbows as he hooks his thumbs inside the thong and pulls it off slowly.
He stuffs it inside his pants pocket with a wicked glint inside his eyes. “Mine now,” he grins. 
Your pussy is glistening at him and it smells incredibly inviting. The stickiness of the icing has stuck to your skin right above it and that’s where Marcus starts. Kissing you right there, his chin inches from your clit.
His smooches are light and give you goose pimples again. The anticipation of when he will brush against your opening makes you utterly mad.
He runs his tongue around the outside of your mound, all around the skin inside your legs, parting them further to reach inside the crevices. Prolonging the agony before he’ll glide that warm tongue of his all inside your gooey folds.
His head is seen buried in between your legs and unable to escape the view of him no matter where you look.
“Mmm…” You groan, throwing your head back.
You catch your reflection in the chrome pots and pans hanging above the counter top; dangling above your head bearing witness to this incredibly tantalising deed.
It’s shiny with your slick and he bears down on it with his mouth, sending your legs into a frenzied twitch as he gorges.
His tongue finally finds you, darting into the puddle of your sopping core and out again; slipping all over you and lapping you up like a starving dog craving raw meat.
It makes you pant as he spreads your folds open with his sticky fingers, revealing that pert nub of your clit on show to him.
“Oh... God!” You hiss.
“You taste so sweet, querida.” He purrs around your pussy looking up at you, his eyes framed by the thick, black rim of his glasses that get knocked slightly askew as he pushes his mouth onto your cunt. 
He dives in for more; flicking his tongue back and forth over your swollen bundle of nerves. He suckles hard on it, sending you buck wild. Spread wide open before him, you look down to see his eyes meeting yours whilst he licks and sucks.
He reaches his fingers up towards your mouth, still clamped on that sweet spot; his cheekbones flexing from sucking on you hard, and slides them inside your mouth. They taste sticky and sweet from the icing remnants still on them.
You bite down on them gently and see his eyes twitch, driving you further into the walls of insanity.
“M-marcus, I’m gonna come…” You utter, his fingers slipping out of your mouth and fondling your breast; pinching your nipple between his fingers as your legs shudder uncontrollably.
You want nothing more than to press them together, unable to handle it anymore and deny what he’s doing to you; how he’s unwinding you so. It’s too much... too intense - fuck, it’s too-
You begin squirming; the feeling beginning to spew out of your pussy where he drinks like he’s parched from you. Your clit buzzes and ricochets under his lips and tongue as he intensifies on you, swirling quicker, sucking that nub harder.
“Oh, don’t stop! Marcus!” You pant, throwing your head back more and arching your back as the feeling begins drowning and pulling you under, twisting you from the inside out.
And he never wants to stop, never wants to stop hearing you moan for him and gasping his name like this.
“Marcus!” You cry out as you release into his waiting mouth, and he swallows the saccharine juices pooling around that sweet cunt of yours.
He rises, his lips shiny with you and licks them frantically like a man possessed. Not wanting to miss any trace of you.
You look up at him, legs still spread wide and eyes like you’re on some kind of drug binge; high as a kite, soaring in the euphoria of the blast that zapped out of your body.
His glasses are smeared with you, a clear gloss across one of his lenses and he smirks as he takes them off. 
Marcus then begins frantically pulling his t-shirt over his head; staring you down with an intense hunger as you sit upright under your shaky arms.
He unbuckles his belt once he’s dropped the t-shirt to the floor, revealing those toned abs that shape above the small swell of his tummy, and tanned skin you’d glimpsed before; the perfect dad-bod.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Marcus asks in a voice that drips gold honey, as he unzips his pants.
The coil of dark hair around his belly button draws you in, screaming out at you to lick it.
You slide off the counter top.
You simply smirk and pick up the bowl and approach him.
“I’m hungry.” You reply.
He feels you stroke the firm trunk of his swollen cock as you reach inside his boxers. You run your hand around in there whilst slowly tipping the icing down his chest and he shudders.
He pushes his slacks and boxers to the floor, stepping out of them whilst your hand clamps around his thick shaft, pumping him.
He grips onto your ass cheeks, pulling you into him as the icing slides down his torso between you both; coating your breasts and smooshing it against you both, squelching.
Marcus whines, as he watches you take his icing covered cock inside your mouth and suck up and down the length of him; the icing pooling in the corners and dripping down your chin, pelting your breasts.
You lick his chest and run your tongue down the length of his body, all the way down until your eyes are level with his bulging cock inside your hand.
You simply take the bowl and dunk him inside of it and he hisses out between his teeth, jaw clenched.
“Oh, mierda. You’re so good at that.” He mewls, arching backwards; his hands thrown over his head completely beside himself at the feel of you sucking him off in the middle of his kitchen, which is easily a chef's wet dream.
You work his shaft, running your hand up and down, pumping him as you suck deeper and harder. He can feel himself expanding inside your mouth; the feeling amazingly rampant on his dick.
“Oh God.” He growls as he feels your mouth constrict around him. You release him and take him deep again and he begins to clutch the back of your head, greedy for your divine deep throating.
“Take me all in,” Marcus pleads, watching as you swallow him deeper, feeling him at the back of your throat. Feeling like he’s as deep as he can go without choking you.
But you continue to take him further; all the way down until your lips make contact with the base of him and your nose is pressed into the soft fat of his groin. 
He’s gasping; his legs feeling like they could collapse under him at any given moment as you suck him deeper, over and over again. When he feels like he can’t take anymore, you do it again.
Of all the times he had glanced that pretty mouth of yours, he’d never once imagined it could do this and do it so incredibly well.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard after this…” He breathes, losing all his sweet, polite composure as you continue with your momentum, settling into a steady, deep rhythm around his cock.
He feels you giggle; the vibrations of your hum against him feels wondrous. It makes his brain explode, feeling your hunger for it - for him.
Marcus is grabbing at your hair now; winding it around his fist tightly and controlling your depth with his arm, bringing you back to the base of his cock and on tip toes almost as he flexes and rolls his hips into your face as he fucks it.
He feels your hands clamp onto his buttocks and your nails begin to dig into him.
“That’s it… like that. Oh, I’m gonna come!” He whines, feeling himself begin to bubble.
He yelps out in garbled Spanish, as he begins to buckle; his legs spasming as he pumps that creamy foam into your willing mouth and you swallow it down, deep down; savouring his salty taste, cutting through the cloying of the sweet icing. 
He pulls out of your mouth; his come and the lingering sweetness mixing together inside of it, creating a pleasing cocktail that you would willingly drink forever from him with eager enthusiasm.
Marcus marvels at you, helping you up onto your feet and kissing you instantly; his body subtly trembling as he floats back down to planet Earth.
He can taste a faint descry of him on your lips and it makes his cock twitch in satisfaction.
“Well, that was unexpected.” He confirms as you pull apart.
“Mmm, tasty too.” You smile as he kisses you.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” he says, pushing your hair over your shoulder.
“Why, because I just gave you the best head ever?" You smirk.
He nods, considering it. “That, sure, and the fact you’re beautiful. And that you want me. And all this… mess.” He says, waving around the kitchen, but you know what he really means as you watch him blush again.
“I think I’m always going to want you, Marcus.” You confirm, your skin sticking to his as he wraps his arms across your lower back.
“Good, because I think I’m going to always want you too, querida.”
He nuzzles his nose against yours before you kiss him, tasting remnants of sweet icing as he holds you closer against him.
Marcus surveys the kitchen; your clothes in sticky heaps. The counter top flooded with icing. It’s a fucking wonderland of edible kink he never wants to leave. Although he’s dreading the clean up. 
“What was that you said about kink earlier?” He queries. 
“Why, do you think you’ve discovered a new one?” You say, reading his mind. 
“Most definitely.” He nods, licking his lips.
“Food kink activated.” You say, punching the air. 
You run your hands over his chest, smirking and he feels clammy and sticky to the touch, much like you do. 
“Shower?” Marcus murmurs, kissing your shoulder.  
“Mmm, sounds delicious.” You smile latching onto his lips again. 
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bunnakit · 4 months
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*walks i to you ask box like a burger place* Can I get a eeeeeeh chen yi trying to bake a cake for ai di and almost burning down/destroying zong yis kitchen.
With some extra fluff please
Zong yi: I just went to the back to get something...how did you-
Chen yi: I panicked, there was a bee
YOU GOT IT BABES i owe you for all the pain i inflict in the GC (tho im fucking terrible at writing fluff, it's the opposite of my skillset)
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Chen Yi was rapidly coming to the conclusion that he was not good at this. He was a decent cook but baking felt like a different beast entirely and he was wildly out of his depth. Everything was so precise, down to a science he was wholly unfamiliar with.
Zongyi was patient with him in a way Chen Yi wasn't sure he deserved. It was taking him some time to come to terms with the fact that Zongyi didn't blame him, hadn't blamed him for a moment, even though he'd blamed himself. Zongyi just smiled, quietly instructed, and observed. Not for the first time, Chen Yi found himself grateful he and Ai Di had had each other while in prison.
Which brought him to another issue. He needed to get this done quickly. Keeping Ai Di away from the bakery had been a challenge in and of itself - but keeping a secret of where he was going from Ai Di? That had been nearly impossible. Zerui and Xiao Jie could only keep Ai Di occupied for so long, so he was operating on a timer.
A burning smell snapped Chen Yi back to the present and he hissed a curse under his breath. Somehow, he'd forgotten to set the literal timer for the cake and let his thoughts wander for too long. He hastily rushed to the door and pulled the tin out with a towel, groaning at the blackened edges and cracking top.
Fuck.
He kicked the oven door closed with just a bit too much force and instantly froze at the tiny shattering sound he heard as a result.
Shit.
Chen Yi pulled in a slow, deep breath, resisting every urge to pull his hair or slam his fist down on the counter. This couldn't go any fucking worse and he now had an entirely new respect for Zongyi and his business. Why couldn't he just propose to Ai Di with a fucking knife or something? But no, Ai Di had gone on for weeks about how cute Zongyi's proposal had been and Chen Yi refused to disappoint him, not ever again.
"What happened?" Zongyi spoke suddenly from the door and Chen Yi would've been embarrassed at the way his shoulders jumped and he whirled around, if not for the gnawing anxiety in his stomach.
"Ah.. I didn't.." He wasn't used to admitting incompetency and it left an acrid taste at the back of his palate - or maybe that was just the cloying scent of burnt spice cake.
"You didn't set the timer?" Bai Zongyi grinned, sparing just the barest glance at the broken oven door as if it didn't bother him at all. "I did that the first time I tried baking too. Come on, we still have some time left to try and make another one. You're lucky I have two ovens."
Chen Yi groaned and leaned down, pressing his forehead to the counter.
"What if I screw that one up too?"
"You won't, I'm not leaving you alone again, the place might end up on fire." Zongyi teased and Chen Yi couldn't help but press his smile into the granite countertop.
Their lives really were all the better for having Zongyi in it.
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oldsargasso · 2 months
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Okay so re: “I need the other three to have like, a campaign to make him understand. or maybe a game to see who can get away with the most blatant innuendo or...I can't think of the word. but like making excuses like 'oh you should take your shirt off while doing XYZ 😇 you don't want to get it dirty' “
I have this vision of Kenta getting into baking?? Like he keeps getting told to pick a hobby as part of his recovery, and one day he helps Kim or Dean or Winner (WHEN WINNER WANTS TO DO SOMETHING NICE FOR DEAN FOR ONCE) (or maybe even SonicNorth!) with baking a cake—and he finds that he enjoys it?? Not in an explosive “this is so much fun omg” way, but in a quiet way. It’s so instruction-oriented and I think that would be soothing to him, on top of it being hands on, and then at the end of it he has something to give the people he cares about.
ALSO he has a good foundation for bakers arms and he’d look fine as hell doing it!! WHICH IS WHY Winner tells him “You can’t wear your shirt while baking, you’ll get it dirty.” To which Kenta just gives him this look 
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“That’s what the apron’s for.”
But Dean jumps in to help “No, no, he’s right P’Kenta, your sleeves will get all dirty.” 
Which is why Kim walks into the room to find Kenta shirtless, wearing an apron cinched tight around his waist that does absolutely nothing to cover his generous and bountiful bosom, his beefy arms on full display as he aggressively kneads the dough he’s working on. 
Kim gives Winner a Look, to which Winner just takes a sip of his coffee and mutters “Don’t act like you’re not enjoying the view.” Which of COURSE Kim is enjoying the view; all he wants to do is grope and tease Kenta’s tits from behind, but Baking Time is NOT to be disturbed or it becomes Knife Time. So Kim, Winner, and Dean all just sit at the island watching Kenta, with Kenta giving them the occasional concerned/confused glance.
AFTER baking time however, the three of them absolutely help with “cleaning up” the flour that’s gotten all over Kenta’s skin until they’ve got him spread out over the counter, a panting, whimpering mess, until it clicks that maybe they hadn’t been taking a sudden and random interest in how to make bread, and it was just him they were watching.
(sorry to hit you with two long asks 🙏 you can take as much time as you need!)
please send me another three million words of this okay thank you!
not baking🥺 winner baking a cake for dean just leave me here 🥺 YES omg Kenta would love the ritual of baking. precise measurements, all the steps that have to be followed in correct order, doing and then waiting and then doing again. and then at the end of it he has something to give the people he cares about. 😭😭😭 STOPPPP before this Kenta really wouldn't have anything to give to people. all his funds previously were Tony's, and then I honestly don't know if he would get a job? or how he's living after that (maybe he can get a job in a bakery lol) but the food he makes would be like the first thing that's really HIS that he can gift.
all of these words are SO GLORIOUS!!! knife time is always only three seconds away. I'm screaming the thought of them all just sitting there WATCHING as Kenta kneads dough and gets a bit sweaty from opening the oven. perhaps mixes something vigorously.
feel free to elaborate on how they would help clean him up 😌honestly though it would take Kenta a while to actually realise, like he'd think about it but dismiss it pretty immediately because why would they be that into watching HIM? they would have to spell it out verrrry thoroughly
my first thought about the shirtless while doing mundane tasks was the classic "working on a car in the garage" wouldn't want to get grease all over your shirt!
"Oh," Kenta says, casting a quick look down at himself. "I thought, it's black so it probably won't matter---"
"Still, if it gets on there it's going to be messy," Winner points out sensibly. "And you know how fussy Kim gets about the laundry...'
And well, it's Winner's car so he would know best, and Kim did get really worked up that time Kenta put his blood-soaked jeans in with everything else last week... Kenta pulls his t-shirt over his head and sets it safely to one side. "What about yours?"
Winner shrugs and follows suit, tossing his shirt far less carefully away. The rag tucked into his waistband is pretty grubby; their shirts probably would have ended up the same if not for Winner's intervention. Kenta tends to forget, for all his extra years, how much he's outclassed when it comes to the garage.
(lol I love how we both were like of course Winner would be the first one to exploit this)
and then Kim and Dean come in from where they were practicing and settle in for the show 😇 perhaps Kim is convinced into sitting the driver's seat and turning the car on and off so they can test Kenta's handiwork. and while he's there Kenta swears he can feel Kim's gaze like a physical touch. and also when he can look away from Kim, he sees Winner has his dirty hands all over Dean, so obviously the only correct course of action is for everyone to take their shirts off. and perhaps more.
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bubbles0bop · 2 months
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The Way of the House Husband
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Tatsu Tending to a Pregnant Miku
Contains: mentions of pregnancy, string language, fluff
Snow fell on the rooftops of every house in town. Miku was home alone this afternoon, patiently waiting for her husband to return from the store as she lounged in bed.
There really wasn't much to do on such a lazy day like this one, not particularly feeling the urge to do anything other than this. The last few months had been of a similar routine, feeling a restless sort of fatigue as she went through the duration of her pregnancy.
Tatsu returns home from his grocery run, promptly slamming open the door with his foot, arms filled with brown grocery bags. He calls to his wife from the front door, expecting to hear her response from the cracked bedroom door.
When he is greeted by silence, worry envelopes his mind as he slams the bags down on the kitchen counter. Tatsu swiftly makes his way towards to bedroom door positioning himself right outside of it, holding an imaginary finger gun to his chest.
He listens intently as he hears what appears to be his loving wife grumbling in pain from inside!
"Miku!" He exclaims, bursting through the door to catch whatever jackass had taken his wife hostage. He pointed the finger gun around the room, frantically gazing the area only to be found with his wife snuggled under the covers with a hand over her stomach.
"Tatsu..." She groans, throwing a dramatic hand over her forehead. "The pain... The pain is unbearable! This is it for me..." The expecting mother tosses her head to the side, feigning death.
Tatsu falls dramatically to his knees at her bedside, reaching a hand out to her and even wiping away some nonexistent tears.
"Oh Miku! This can't be- there's no other explanation! You must have been poisoned... Who did this to you?!" He exclaims while grabbing his wife's smaller hands into both of his as if she was truly on her death bed.
"No... No it's much worse, Tatsu... I'm starving" Her voice is laced with weary and pain, playing along with the act. "Can you make me some brownies?" Miku sticks out her lips in a pleading pout.
"Of course, Miku ! How could I ever let my wife and baby starve like this?! So ignorant..." He wipes one remaining 'tear' from his cheek, as he hastily makes his way to the kitchen.
In a flash, all of the ingredients were hastily slammed on the kitchen counter. He followed the instructions to a T, throwing various kitchen items into a bowl. Eggs, sugar, butter, and chocolate chips, all being whisked into a large bowl with some much force that it could kill a man.
The batter was poured into a baking platter and thrown (literally thrown) into the oven and set to 350°.
Tatsu waited patiently for the beep of the oven, causally looking through household magazines and circling items off his shopping list in a very domestic way.
Eventually, after some waiting, the critical sound of the oven beep sounded through the kitchen and he sprinted to attend to the freshly baked goods. Pulling the brownies out of the oven he rushed over to the counter to check the instructions one last time- reading, "Let brownies rest out of the oven for 15 minutes to cool."
"What the hell?! My wife is dying in there and you expect me to wait for another 15 minutes to serve her her food?!"
Tatsu, trying to find an innovative solution, grabs his oven mitts and waves them in the air in a fan-like motion. He screams with intensity as he watches the brownies closely so any signs of them cooling.
In a matter of minutes, Tatsu is able to present the dish to his patiently waiting wife in their shared bedroom.
"Eat up." He declares as he presents her with some precisely cut brownies.
"Oh! Thank you so much, Tatsu! But.. Honestly, I'm kind of having a craving for Ramen now..."
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cartograffiti · 2 months
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January '24 reading diary
I finished a whopping 17 books in January, thanks to picking up a lot of quicker reads (novellas! poetry! manga!), and a bunch of them were really exciting!
At Christmas, my mother bought a copy of Taskmaster: 220 Extraordinary Tasks for Ordinary People for the assembled family to pass among ourselves. It's fun and funny, but there's very little in it I'm likely to try. It's also worth noting that the book was published in 2018 and Alex Horne ran a contest alongside it, which means that there are some prompts with a 2019 deadline, and some that require going to specific places in the United Kingdom.
Some cookbooks! Pieometry: Modern Tart Art and Pie Design for the Eye and the Palate was another Christmas gift to me, by the amazing Instagram sensation Lauren Ko. I've always found her very precise decorations intimidating, and I doubt I'll attempt more than the simplest of the ones she gives instructions for here, but they're inspiring to look at, and I very much want to try some of the recipes for interesting fillings and naturally colored crusts.
I picked up Snacking Bakes by Yossy Arefi after seeing someone claim that an earlier Arefi book, Snacking Cakes, had changed the landscape of home baking in the US. I found the recipes in Bakes really basic, but I hopped into the much longer hold line for Cakes, so maybe in a couple of months I can tell you how much that's hype.
I probably won't make anything from Tasting History by Max Miller, but I like him on YouTube, and expected that. This is a book for reading about historical cooking, and the recipes are a bonus if one really intrigues you. Nice details, well laid out.
It fit in nicely with a couple of reading challenges to read a Pablo Neruda collection--I chose The Essential Neruda on the basis that Hoopla had it--and I enjoyed it hugely. I'd read Neruda poems from time to time as a child and student, mostly ones about nature and love, but this collection has a nice breadth to it, introducing me to examples of his work that deal with labor exploitation and political events. I can't speak to the quality of translation, but even only knowing his work in English, I find the rhythm and imagery really special and memorable. I'm especially fond of "Drunk as Drunk on Turpentine." He's one of the most famous Chilean writers, and I'm glad to be more familiar now with the reasons why.
Last month, I said that my mother and I had started working through a hard Nick Bantock puzzle book, and we were very impressed with it. It's called The Egyptian Jukebox, and it's a succession of interesting puzzles about interpreting the contents of photographed shadowbox "drawers." Mom, who is an excellent codebreaker, worked out a core mechanic pretty swiftly, while I floundered with wrong approaches for a bit and then asked her to confirm whether I was finally on the right track; that made the first few pages the hardest part, and the rest relied more heavily on my strengths of observation and lateral thinking. We both found the final solution extra fun because of a personal connection, but I think the journey will be satisfying enough for most puzzlers.
I've been trying to read literally any Becky Chambers book for multiple years without getting around to it, but this month I listened to the audiobooks of A Psalm for the Wild-Built and A Prayer for the Crown-Shy and just adored them. This is a duology about Sibling Dex, a monk whose role is to serve tea and listen to people's problems, and Mosscap, the first robot anyone has seen since robots became sapient and withdrew from human society, generations ago. They travel together, with beautiful writing about nature, spirituality, and various kinds of social responsibility. Every bit as good as I'd heard.
Dumb Witness is a solid mid-range Agatha Christie mystery (which is to say better than most people's), an inheritance murder plot involving a letter sent months after it was dated, interesting poison facts, and key evidence from a dog. It's a bit dated, because it relies on subverting some ideas about mental health and xenophobia that have changed since 1937. I can appreciate what she did, but at a remove.
More than one of the reading challenges I'm doing this year call for reading a manga. I like manga, but I probably haven't read any in about 10 years, since I read all sorts of Clamp and shoujo and shounen with high school friends. I fell off as my tastes moved to series aimed at young adults, which were at the time harder to find in my area. Anyway, I'm excited to have gotten sucked into a manga again! I'd seen some of Shirahama Kamome's beautiful art from Witch Hat Atelier and I quickly fell in love with the story, which surrounds Coco, a young witch being taught to work magic using art supplies. The interpersonal relationships are strong, the apprentices are real people with distinct outlooks, and the larger plot about what kinds of magic are banned, and whether they should be, is fascinating. I tore through volumes 1-5, and I have two more checked out and another on hold. Both cheerful and serious, original, and not set in a school environment. Lovely, and one of several things motivating me to try drawing again lately.
The Emelan group read has gone into the Circle Reforged novels, and we're reading in chronological order. Battle Magic was...fine? Not the most interesting Pierce major arc, but lots of interesting things woven through it. It was written in her period of slower pacing, which I don't like as much.
I know several big fans of Dorothy Dunnett's 16th century historical fiction drama the Lymond Chronicles, and oh man am I on the boat now too. The Game of Kings is so confusing (complimentary), full of emotion and grabby characters, and I fell in love. She expects a lot of her readers. I sent in the chat where I'm live blogging that, "Here's an obscure Ancient Roman. Now understand an allusion to how a particular beetle moves. Jokes in five languages. And there's even a plot." Sometimes it's overwhelming, but it's also exactly my kind of thing, every chapter has at least one perfect scene, and Dunnett does some incredible literary magic tricks. One night I felt like I felt like I was being crushed in a vise. I'm already reading the next one, which has a reveal that made me stop reading for fully 40 minutes while I unpicked what I'd missed. I want to write fanfiction. God.
And yesterday I put on a sim game and listened in one sitting to all of Malka Older's The Mimicking of Known Successes, a wonderful sci-fi novella about a detective (Mossa) on Jupiter collaborating with her former college girlfriend (Pleiti) to investigate a case that touches on Pleiti's research, the study of ecological history with the hope of repairing Earth's ecosystem enough for humanity to return to it. Their chemistry is great, the plot is clever, and the dialogue in particular is shiny and tender. I found a couple of world-building beats underdeveloped--there's a thing about "conservative" being a slur in this future that I don't think stuck the landing of indicating the threat being conservative posed to people who had to change or die--but I look forward to reading the next.
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Hey you still there? If you are I would like to see what it would be like to bake with each of the girls please
Sure!
I'm not the best at writing so some may be longer than others.
Also, sorry for the delay 😭
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Nakamura🃏
-Nakamura will try and prank you at least once like switching the salt with sugar and that's kind of stuff.
-You've probably learned to tell if she's done something to the ingredients.
"Hey babe, could you grab the sugar please?" You asked your beautiful girlfriend.
"Sure!" She answers cheerfully while handing you the sugar.
You proceed to stare at the container for a second before realizing that once again, your girlfriend has swapped out the sugar with salt.
"I asked for sugar. Not salt." You said as you rummage through the cabinet to find the salt shaker, which had been swapped out with sugar.
"How did you know??? I took extra precautions to make sure you couldn't!" Nakamura exclaimed.
"Considering that it's you, it was kinda obvious you'd do that. Also, the salt's much finer than the sugar, so I could tell.
"Dammit...I get you next time" she pouted.
Hayami🐱
-You suggested it first and she just went along with it.
-It ended up being pretty fun tho
"Hey, Rinka! I'm bored, wanna do some baking?" You asked.
"Sure. Why not." she replied.
-You guys ended up making cat cupcakes
Kaede🍮
-Obviously, you guys made pudding
-Kaede is actually good at making them so yea :P
-She would have baked a lot with Aguri so it would bring her back memories of her.
-i don't know what else to write about here ;-;
Kanzaki🎮
-You guys made food from video games that she played
-looked up tutorials online
-some worked some failed
-probably accidentally touched the stove leading to the most horrible string of curses leaving her mouth
-her favorite ones being the ones from Zelda BoTW
Okuda🧪
-Very precise measurements
-You know the thing that Rio Futaba makes coffee with in Rascal does not dream of bunny girl senpai? Yea, Okuda probably has one to make tea with and you guys used it for whichever step required it.
-Okuda was probably panicking alot so you had to calm her down
"But what if we screwed up? what if we added too much water? what if-"
"Calm down Okuda, It'll be fine..."
Megu🏊🏻‍♀️
-I don't see her as the type of person that would bake but she would probably do it with you.
-You basically did everything while she stood around and watched, but she did help a bit tho
-She was confused
"Wait. Wait. So I'm supposed to keep adding while I'm stirring?"
"Yea, so add a little bit then stir for a while before adding more and keep repeating until you run out."
"That's confusing."
Yada🎀
-Probably made a chocolate cake
-She's decent at baking, and probably made a few things for his brother before
-probably made a mess but it was worth it
Okano🤸🏻‍♀️
-Same with Kataoka, she is probably clueless at baking
-Tried to bake once, but failed.
-She's bad at home EC so i imagine that you would be the one taking the lead.
-Probably made a chocolate cake.
Fuwa✨
-Anime food.
-probably watched food wars before that and went like "OMG CAN WE MAKE THAT?
-Kinda worked???
-It was chaotic but fun.
Hazama🕷
-Definitely horror-themed.
-Putting spiders and spider webs on it.
-I can kinda see Hazama making a Fnaf cake. Yk, she likes horror and probably plays it.
-Trying to put a curse on it so that anyone who ate the cake would have bad luck or something.
Kurahashi🐞
-Probably something natured theme.
-Would make cute little fondant animals to put on it.
-would try and make one for her animals
-would also make like doggie biscuits for her dogs.
Hara🍱
-She would teach you how to make a cake.
-She would guide you through each step and won't care if you screw up.
-It was fun
-the cake ended up being very good, due to Hara's guidance.
Ritsu👩🏻‍💻
-I don't really know how this would work but she would just show you the instructions and ect.
-Like hara she would guide you through the steps you need.
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natandacat · 2 years
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Cooking question : how comes that so many people on the Internet are able to cook without measurements or precise cooking times ? I know the day I will have to start to learn to cook I will absolutely need very precise recipes and I already feel so lost
Hi!!!! Cooking question :D So I'm definitely not the best cook, but I'm very decent and do cook every day (when health permits it)
I can give you my perspective as someone who struggles with precise recipes.
Basically it comes down to experience and practice: if you have cooked the same thing 100 times, following exact instructions is gonna be frustrating. It takes a lot of concentration, it might not be the right instructions for your equipment, it might not be working with the exact same ingredients you have on hand. And if you have cooked that thing or similar things 100 times already, you already know most of this! You know it even better because you have adapted to your equipement/ingredients/personal taste.
However if you haven't cooked that thing 100 times, you absolutely do need instructions. That's where exact recipes come in. For example, I never bake (beside bread and other bready stuff) so my cakes are really bad because 1. I don't intuitively know what the batter is supposed to look like so I don't adjust accordingly and 2. Exact recipes are just really hard to follow for me (make my brain hurt). As I make more cakes though, I keep getting better because I'm learning more and more what the batter IS suposed to look like and what that means in terms of ingredients and steps etc. The real reason why my cakes are still bad, is because I genuinely don't love cakes so I never bake them! The one cake I bake every year though, is becoming really fucking good.
So when you see people giving each other what looks to you like vague recipes, you are simply looking at 2 people who already know how to cook similar things and have that frame of reference. You don't have it atm, so look for more precise recipes! People who have been cooking for a long time and are not pros might not be good at giving them to you (because so much of the steps are internalized/changed based on our day to day circumstances, that we don't always know how to reverse engineer that knowledge)
We can try though! Never feel bad about asking specific questions. But what's important is that you remember that along the way, it's important to pay attention to how things look/smell/feel/taste as you follow the instructions, because that's what's gonna teach you how to cook in the long run. If you're too focused on the steps and don't pay attention, you won't be able to improve that recipe in the future. Of course at first it's normal that you will be so focused that you won't be able to pay attention!
Learning how to cook takes a lifetime, so don't stress and have fun, as long as it's edible you're not doing anything too wrong (and even if it's inedible it's often a necessary step! My first bread was so awful we threw it away immediately ahah)
If you need ideas for staple things to cook for every day eating, don't hesitate to ask for pointers! I know I tend to just go back to the same basics esp in between groceries when I can't make actual "dishes" (the ones with names lol)
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Random ask: Do you like to cook? If so, what’s your favorite thing to cook? If not, what’s your favorite snack?
god i WISH i liked to cook. it always looks like a fun thing to do and try out different ingredients and dishes but i truly hate it. there's too much time management and multitasking and guesswork and i'm just not very good at it. i do like baking though! baking has precise measurements and instructions i can follow pretty easily. luckily my husband likes cooking. i don't snack that much but i love potato chips and french onion dip very much.
love u anon thank u fr asking<3
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mirtifero · 1 year
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We were baking christmas cookies because the husband of a friend's friend is a professional switzerland chef and wanted to bake cookies with us. It's very weird, the way some gringos bake stuff (since I'm used to measuring stuff in cups, constantly switching ingredients, etc), it's weirdly precise. But it was lots of fun (and tiring), they ended up pretty good!
There's two types of cookies: the frosted ones have some almonds(?) and are VERY sweet, so they are good to eat with coffee. The other ones are less sweet but very very good too!!!
And he said I was very good at quickly understanding instructions so I got happy :3
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itsrottenwork · 1 year
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Hi mj!! Secret Santa here!! Hope your Monday treated you well!! ✨
That’s good to hear!! Give art another go!! I would love to see what you create as a result of it!!
I know what you’re talking about!! The little crochet kits that you see in the stores that have the instructions on them and stuff like that!! Surprisingly enough, I’ve even tried those and I’m still not good at it lol. My one friend learned how to crochet from her mom and she has picked up on it more than I ever could and has tried to teach me, but the technique is so precise that at the time, I just couldn’t get it down!! I would like to try again one day when I get the inspiration to do so!!
Awe, I hope you and your friend get together at some point to bake again!! There’s nothing more rewarding than making things together with friends!! Especially if it starts to get chaotic!! Lol.
I’m really into the one direction fandom, so I created a painting of one of the members by the name Louis. I’m very proud of how it came to be, but an artist is always trying to improve, so I notice all the things that I can fix on that piece and try to incorporate that into the next piece!! And thank you again for the kind words! Artists block is no joke!! Lol.
Thought I’d incorporate some speed round questions at the end!! Do you have a favorite color? Favorite season? Any pets? If you can only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be? Favorite place you have ever visited!!? 🎄✨
haha I dunno, maybe I'll try a lil doodle a bit later in the month when I have more free time, uni work is kicking my booty this week haha
oh, I've been crocheting since I was little, my mom taught me as well actually when I was just a kid!! you definitely need to get a feel for how to hold everything and the motions and whatnot, but once you do it becomes really easy to build on your foundational skills. I use kits for cross stitching though, I don't want to have to figure out a pattern or anything on my own
thank you, I hope we do too!! I miss her a lot, but I live away from most of my friends at the minute, so I'm doing the whole long distance internet friend thing with most people now
okie dokie, speed round answers:
color: blue or purple
season: autumn for sure
pets: my parents have a golden retriever, when I'm on my own I'm better with plants, though the ones I have at the moment don't have names or anything lol
only one food: gosh that's so hard to pick, gonna say chips and really good guacamole because I crave good mexican food so bad
favorite place visited (so far!!): either venice to see the biennale OR the uni I studied abroad at in northern ireland
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lilikags · 2 years
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✦ synopsis; baking cookies with them
✦ pairing(s); keqing x gn!reader, raiden shogun x gn!reader, shikanoin heizou x gn!reader
✦ tags/genre; fluff hcs, cookies/snacks mentions
✦ wc; 1.4k
✦ notes; started writing this while downloading proseka
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✦➤ Cookies were no exception to perfection. These cookies were to be perfect, and she was to make sure of that. Keqing is infamously meticulous with her work, and this was no exception. She didn't care how much effort she had to put in- it was going to happen, because she said so.
✦➤ Keqing's enthusiasm is contagious. It filled the room with a sprinkle of competition, as if she were saying, "I'm going to be making the best cookies here!". It somehow sparked an impulse of competition within you as well; perhaps that was how she was so inspirational to others.
✦➤ Despite not being any sorts of professional in baking, Keqing's movements are swift and precise. She followed the instructions to each word, and she was always sure-footed in what she was going to do next.
✦➤ Her hair or clothes never got in the way. She would always flip back her pigtails as soon as they got too close to the oven, the curls bouncing just a little on her back. She shifted the long fabric which formed her usual dress as naturally as breathing; she never took a moment off the task at hand.
✦➤ Keqing was absolutely gorgeous with her apron on. It wasn't like she wasn't gorgeous without it, but the style was something not often seen on the Yuheng. It was made to match her, probably by the design of the secretaries. Sometimes, they put their effort into the strangest of tasks... though it wasn't something to complain about in this case, not at all. It was a light shade of magenta that went with her eyes, with designs that quite completely encapsulated who she was as a person.
✦➤ It was alluring, watching the way she worked, but when she turned to face you, as she set the cookie dough in the oven, you were reminded that her smile was unforgettable as well. It was a smile of pride, of excitement, and most of all, of care. She put care into everything she did, no matter how big or how small. That was one thing that was alluring about her, even in the event of simply baking cookies. That was simply how the Yuheng of the Liyue Qixing, Keqing, was, and there was no other way you’d have her.
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✦➤ Even as accomplished as she is, Ei can't make cookies. No matter how hard she tries, they always turn out completely burned. She wanted to make some to share with you, but it seems you'll have to make them instead... it's alright though, because Ei absolutely loves baking with you. It's one of the things that makes her wish for eternity ever stronger.
✦➤ Ei had all sorts of goods made for Tenshukaku... things that the people of Inazuma had never imagined her wanting. She suddenly seemed more human, more emotional than ever before. Even Yae Miko was pleasantly surprised at such a show of emotion. She certainly had quite a good laugh at that; it was always amusing to get a reaction out of Ei.
✦➤ Among those things that she had ordered were kitchenware and ingredients. If there was one thing she was good at in the kitchen... it was getting the materials needed to cook. Without a second thought, she had ordered the highest quality ovens and tools. Many of these were made in Sumeru, and she even made sure that they arrived as soon as possible. The ingredients were as fresh as they could be, straight from the market. According to Ei, "Any less is unacceptable."
✦➤ When she invites you to bake, she has no idea how to say it. Not once has she ever experienced this before, even in the many thousands of years she has been alive. Makoto had always been the one to do the speaking, after all. She was better at it. Nonetheless, Ei had a message for you, and she was going to say it herself, in her own words. With the help of Yae Miko, she asks, “Would you join me to bake some cookies?”
✦➤ Ei hadn’t known about it before, until Yae had told her about it- matching aprons. It had been popular among the mortals, and it was an absolutely adorable idea that she had to do with you, according to the high priestess. Of course, since Yae was more informed about such things, she had them made. They were of course of the best quality; she wouldn’t give you anything subpar. She had each of them personally designed for you and her, and she had them made in your favorite color.
✦➤ As much as she wants to try making them too, she’s very hesitant. They had all come out burnt before, and what would be the difference now? She’ll say that she’s alright with simply watching as you bake, but she’d still love to try. (She’s simply afraid of failure once again.) If you guide her and go along the process slowly, she would feel like she’s baking it herself, without that fear, because you’re there with her.
✦➤ Ei tries not to show it, but she’s very excited to taste the cookies. She’s very hopeful for how it will turn out, because you’re there with her. When you ask her about it, she gives you a smile that she won’t show to anyone else. It was something that she tried to remove from herself before you; now, she won’t let it go.
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✦➤ Heizou is always eating snacks wherever he goes- it’s something he simply lives off of. Whenever you offer him a proper meal, it has to be accompanied by a snack, else he might not want to eat it. He’s surprisingly picky when it comes to food too; it’s not that he doesn’t like a lot of certain foods, it’s just that he won’t eat anything he doesn’t feel like eating at the present moment- which is usually everything except the food he’s craving.
✦➤ Heizou absolutely loves cookies; it’s something that he could eat every day- and he almost nearly does. His favorite kind is chocolate chip cookies; it’s a flavor that most people like, maybe even a “basic” flavor, but it has that certain sweetness that can’t be found in most other cookies. It was easy to eat too; something he could just pick up from the packaging and put in his mouth. It allows his mind to go off somewhere else, to anything that caught his attention.
✦➤ Heizou used to have someone go out to buy snacks for him, but he loves going out to buy them with you, even making them with you now. It used to be more convenient, faster for him to simply purchase the snacks, as it wasn’t a problem for the Shikanoin clan. (Even though his brother would often complain about the sheer amount of mora Heizou would spend on snacks) However, he’s found that making the snacks with you was much more enjoyable, in both procuring and eating them.
✦➤ Heizou brings in a list of things to buy at the grocery, but he ends up buying much more. New snack? Gonna eat it later. Ooh, something from overseas? Absolutely, we’ll have that. Suddenly, you have a lot of ingredients, some not even ingredients. But that’s okay, because he doesn’t care what other people think, and nor should you.
✦➤ As soon as you come home, you’re going to be the one to organize all the things that you (mostly he) bought. He doesn’t like putting the things away himself, but you might be able to convince him to help out- though, not without a little complaining. “But I’m the great detective! Great detectives don’t put away groceries-” “It will go missing and never come back and no there will be no mystery- I will eat it.” “I’LL PUT IT AWAY.”
✦➤ Heizou does not stick to the recipe at all. It was there for reference, but he didn’t look at it once he started. Upon looking at the recipe, he understood what steps did what and how they interacted with each other, and he modified it to his heart’s content. He never wrote down any of those, unless he really wanted to save it for later. Turns out though, he’s actually really good at creating odd recipes that taste oddly delicious.
✦➤ If he gives you a cookie without telling you what he put inside, don’t ask, because he won’t tell you- but don’t worry, it won’t harm you at all.
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spilledkauffie · 2 years
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Baking with Ben Solo HCs
Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader T/W: fluff! A/N: same universe as Cold as Hoth — Christmas is a concept (P.s. I know the gif is Adam in a different character, but pls don’t come at me)
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The concept — Ben is really new to the concept of having to do it yourself, when you first asked if he wanted to help, he gave a confused look and said "anyone can cook fancy things?" With a laugh, you explained that just because the First Order had trained chefs doesn't mean they're the only ones who know how to cook, a lot of people are really good at it, like a skill. After that he asked why you make cookies around Christmas where you're from. It took you a moment to consider the question of why yourself, but just wound up saying "it's tradition," with a casual shrug.
Helping — Ben 100% wants to help, even if he has no idea how to cook himself. He loves seeing you get out all the ingredients, there are so many colours, in sprinkles and frosting and food colouring, he's shocked he'd never seen them before. // For the most part he just stands there, letting you organise everything that the list requires. He occasionally asks "do you need my help?" To which you answer, "not yet," until there's something on the top shelf that you can't reach. Looking over your shoulder, you see him examining the different kinds of sugars you've set out, "hey, Ben, babe?" He snaps to attention, "yes?" // "Do you think you could reach that for me?" you ask, pointing to the shelf. With a soft smile and a nod, Ben doesn't just get it for you, he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up so you can reach it, making you squeak for a moment at the sudden action, laughing as you grip onto his forearm around you and the way he rests his head against your back.
Mixing bowl — you mostly let Ben add it all in under your instructions, he tries his best to be as accurate and precise as possible. When you've added all the dry ingredients together Ben stirs them all carefully, whilst you add the needed wet items. He's very careful about making sure each one is stirred in equally before you're ready to add the next one, that way it'll be even.
Accidents — Despite how careful he is, a few accidents happen, it's baking, it's messy by nature. However, due to being accustomed to getting scolded for mistakes, even the little ones Ben's not very used to innocent mistakes that absolutely no harm. So when, inevitable, an accident, such as adding too much flour too quickly and it going all over the counter and the two fo you happens, Ben's worried more than need be. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, that's my fault," he quickly says, pausing everything to try and amend the situation keeping his head down anticipating a scolding, "if I ruined them, if they're ruined-" You touch his hand, "it's okay," you dip to meet his gaze, "it's perfectly okay, no harm done at all, it's all good" you smile softly. "They're not going be ruined?" He asks quietly. "Not at all," you shake your head, "in fact they might even be more perfect now, maybe you added the perfect amount that will now be even better than the original," you add, nodding confidently. Seeing a smile pull at the corner of his lips, you push on to your tip toes to touch your nose against his.
Shapes & sizes — bringing out the cookie cutters and the rolling pin is one of the most fun parts of making cookies. Ben’s definitely fascinated by all the little shapes they cookies can be cut into, he fancies the candy cane and the snow man. But first you have to show him how to knead the dough, which is super cute because he’s still worried he’s going to mess it up and when you literally grabbed a chunk of dough from the bigger section he dropped his jaw, making you laugh, “did you just kill it?” He teases, “the hard work I did to make that a perfectly round blob.” Nudging him in the side, you tell him to do the same, helping him smoosh it out into a fairly even little circle. "Now what?" he asks. "You take the cookie cutter," you pick it up, placing it in his hands, "and smoosh it carefully down," you push against the top of his hands to make sure it goes all the way through, before you help remove the excess dough, leaving only the shape left. He's totally enamoured by the outcome and has so much fun trying out all the differnt shapes.
Frosting — while the cookies bake, the two of you mix and make all different colours of homemade frosting, with Ben swiping more than one taste of the frosting while you wait for the cookies. He likes the blue best, even though you tell him that they're all the same flavour just with different dyes. No matter though, he favours the blue. // While you're mixing another colour, you suddenly feel a cold bit of frosting swiped across your cheek. “What was that for-“ you start playfully, but Ben quickly gives you the answer by stooping to kiss it off your cheek. Staring up at him with your jaw slightly dropped, “you had something,” Ben shrugs, point to his cheek. Smirking to yourself you dab some on your finger and tap it on his jawline, swiftly stealing a kiss. “You had something,” you respond. Nodding at your wit, Ben scoops some more on his thumb and swipes it across your bottom lip, next thing you know, he’s dipping to kiss you on the mouth.
Decorating & Dessert — decorating goes pretty smoothly, but what's best is the additional toppings. You bring out chocolate chips, sprinkles, and bits of candies. "There's even more?" Ben asks, looking over what you brought out. After decorating to your hearts delight, it's time for a taste test, because Christmas cookies always taste best fresh out of the oven. Of course, while decorating there were a few that broke and you explained how it's practically a rule that you have to eat the part that broke off if it can't be reattached with frosting. But a whole frosted cookie just tastes best. Ben's the first one to give it a go and he's now found his new favourite tradition. // From then on you make all kinds of cookies together, for any and all special occasions, but his favourite remains when you make them around Christmastime together.
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𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 (𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅
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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨× 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟒.𝟗𝐊
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧), 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐦! 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨/ 𝐒𝐮𝐛! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.
𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭: @yunhoiseyecandy @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @hanatiny @deja-vux
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"Miss L/N? May I please have a word with you?"
While others would have already been sweating nervously at having their journalism professor single them out after they had just turned in an essay 2 days ago, the called out girl had a smug grin on her face that she did not care to hide as she practically strutted over to her teacher's desk. Looking over to make sure all the other students were gone and door was closed, she immediately pushed away some of the books on the edge of the desk before perching herself on it, one leg crossed over the over. Taking out the cherry tootsie pop from her mouth with a loud pop, she asked him:
"How can I be of service?" With a wink she put thr candy back in her mouth, making sure he could hear the sucking sound she made as she wrapped her lips around it.
He shook his head as he recognized the all too familiar tone in her voice that meant she was up to no good again.
"Don't start with me Y/N, you're already pushing your luck. First off......."
He tapped her exposed thigh with the tip of his pencil.
"You know I don't want you, or anyone sitting on my space. Second..."
One of his hands reached out and took away the lollipop from her mouth and dumped it in the trash bin under his desk.
"I've already told you no more eating in my classroom." He reminded her.
With a pout on her lips, she whined softly.
"But I was hungry! And besides.......I saw you staring at me in class as I sucked on it."
Clearing his throat, the black haired male adjusted his tie nervously, not thinking he got caught.
"You're very distracting at times." He excused himself.
Letting out a giggle, she scooted close to where she was sitting right in front of him, legs spread out enough that if he bent his neck, he'd be able to see right up her short plaid skirt and gaze at her bold choice of the pink lace panties he loved seeing on her during the nights she went over to his house. But he resisted the urge, instead keeping his face up and away from her lower bottom.
"Maybe you're just having trouble focusing cause you're too stressed......but I can help with that Yunho."
Feeling bolder than other days, she slipped off his desk and straddled one of his thick and massive thighs, her lips attaching themselves to his neck as one of her hands rested in between his legs, groping at his now hardening member that was bulging out of his khaki dress pants. Yunho bit back a moan, one of his hands instinctively reaching over to caress her thigh, drawing out circles before going further up her skirt, eyes scrunching together in confusion when he did not feel the material of the safety shorts she was supposed to wear. Feeling something soak his thigh as she slowly grinded down on it, his large hands gripped her thighs and got her off him, placing her back on his desk with a loud thud. She gasped softly when he lifted up her skirt and saw the familiar flower pattern covering her now soaking core, a visible wet patch in the middle of it. Yunho looked back at her with a disgruntled gaze.
"Surprise?" She batted her eyelashes at him rather innocently.
Letting out a huff, he pulled her skirt down before rummaging through his bag.
"Not only do you belatedly disobey dress code and wear a uniform skirt that's much too short, but you don't even wear your safety shorts?" He was beyond annoyed at this point, and Y/N knew it. Wanting to poke fun at him, she snorted.
"What? Afraid I'll bend over and someone else will see?"
Although she meant it as a joke, she immediately stopped laughing when he slapped her thigh.
"Yes."
She gulped as he stared her down. She could see the jealousy burning in his eyes, could also see the lust hidden behind him. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over that dammed furniture right then and spank her for even thinking about pulling off such a daring thing. But then he remembered where they were, the prestigious university he worked at and she studied in and calmed himself down, refusing to give in to her fantasy of having him fuck her in the very classroom where they met a year ago.
Taking a deep breath, he handed her a spare pair of shorts he kept with him.
"Go to the bathroom and put these on right now." He ordered her.
Looking at them, she chuckled.
"And just how did you know to keep a pair with you?" She inquired.
Smiling softly, he leaned down and brushed his nose against hers.
"I'm dating possibly the brattiest and most mischievous vixen in this school. I have to be prepared for anything."
With an innocent peck to her lips, he ushered her off his desk again.
"Now run along and do as I say. You're already on enough problems as it is, especially after you did utterly horrible on your last essay." He picked up a tiny stack of papers and waved it in front of her face.
Grimacing, she looked up at him.
"Does this mean I'm failing the semester?"
"I don't know...what do you think?" He questioned her.
Knowing she was screwed, she put on the cutest and most innocent puppy eyes she was capable of making and began playing with the tie across her teacher's neck.
"Please professor, don't you think you could be a little nice and give me a chance to make up for it?"
Leaning in, she whispered in his ear.
"Perhaps with one of those sloppy and messy blowjobs you love getting?"
Gulping slightly, Yunho gently pried her hands off him.
"Nice try Miss L/N, but if I'm going to be a fair teacher, I have to treat you the same as the others in these situations."
Her mouth dropped as he nonchalantly began packing his things to go have lunch in a teacher's lounge and hang out there until his next class.
"Seriously? Not even if I promise to do better or even bake you a cake?" She scoffed.
"Nope. And I'll remind you the last time you tried to bake me a cake, you nearly burned your eyebrows off." He let out a soft, deep laughter as he brushed past her to leave the room.
"But I'm your girlfriend!" She complained.
"And precisely because you're my girlfriend is why I want you to do better, even if it means failing you to get you to straighten up your act. Seriously princess, just because you're practically an heiress, doesn't mean I'll allow you to do as you please let alone give in to your every whim."
With a kiss to her forehead and a pat on her head he reminded her to behave and to follow his previous instructions of going to the bathroom before leaving her alone in the room.
Feeling fury rise up in her body, Y/N stormed out of the classroom and headed straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Hating the fact her stubborn and hard headed boyfriend practically called her a spoiled brat, she locked herself in one of the stalls and proceeded to dip her hand inside her folds, rubbing furiously at the clit, desperately trying to get some relief from all the pent up sexual tension she'd been accumulating. Inserting a finger inside herself, she tried to imagine that it was one of her boyfriend's long fingers penetrating her, even though it was no where near the real thing. Sometimes she'd get wet during class from him just tapping his fingers on the whiteboard, picturing all the times he'd buried them deep inside her and had her squirting all over his arm.
She imagined him laughing in her ear, calling her a dirty little girl and teasing her for making such a mess of herself as his thumb continued to abuse her sensitive little nub. She released long and deep moans, not giving any fucks about if someone came in and found out what she was doing.
Frustrated at not being able to get herself off like she wanted to, she simply tore the lace panties off herself and threw them in the trash can. Stepping out of the stall, she reached for her bag to get the shorts she'd been ordered to put on, but suddenly stopped. Still upset and not getting her way, Y/N zipped her bag back up and adjusted her skirt. With a little shrug, she calmly walked out the bathroom and headed to her next class. On her way over, she accidentally dropped her phone which sent her panicking for a moment.
"Please don't be broken." She was screwed if she broke the third phone her parents bought her in less than a month.
Bending over, she flipped it over and let out a sigh of relief as the screen was intake and still working. Standing upright, she stuffed it back in her bag and continued along as if nothing was the matter, as if she wasn't already late to class....
As if she totally didn't just get caught in her little scandalous lack of clothes.
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Yunho calmly picked up some of his lunch on his fork, ignoring the usual snickering and gossip of his seniors who were seated on the table next to his. He had to fight back the urge to roll his eyes or groan dramatically at their nonsense.
"It was so hot." Seonghwa, the social science teacher laughed.
Hongjoong, who was the visual and performing arts teacher, leaned in to whisper, not so discreetly since Yunho could still hear him perfectly.
"I know. I nearly dropped my books when I saw her ass on display. I wanted to go over there and smack it." He admitted unashamedly.
"Oh my God did you catch a glimpse of her pussy? I'm pretty sure it was soaking and fuck.....I just wanted to have a taste."
Yunho cringed when the older male swiped his obnoxiously long tongue across his lips.
"I bet she tastes so good and I bet her pussy is so fucking tight. I'd totally fuck her if I got the chance."
Seonghwa agreed with Hongjoong's words.
"She'd probably let you. I mean.....if she bold enough to come to this oh so holy school with those extremely short skirts and not wear underwear, I'm pretty sure she'd fuck around with a teacher or two." He added.
"Wasn't there a rumor circulating last year about her hitting on a teacher or something?" Hongjoong tried to remember.
Seonghwa shrugged.
"Wouldn't surprise me if it was true. And it wouldn't surprise me if any teacher accepted her advances. L/N Y/N is a seriously gorgeous girl, I don't think anyone could resist her."
Yunho dropped his fork when he heard her name, his blood boiling now as he replayed all their words now in a different light as he realized they were talking about his girlfriend. Grabbing his lunch, he quickly stood up and threw it in the trash, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore, but instead feeling angry and furious. Checking his time, he knew she was about to come out of her next class any minute now, so he waited for her outside his classroom, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.
When she finally turned the corner, his eyes narrowed in on her, more specifically on her skirt. Sauntering over to her, he caught her off guard when he gripped her wrist harshly and dragged her inside the classroom, leaving her confused and wondering what had gotten into him. Making sure to lock the door behind him, Yunho pinned Y/N to the wall and in a flash lifted her skirt up, his face reddening as he confirmed it indeed was her that Seonghwa and Hongjoong were gushing and lusting about.
"Did I not specifically instruct you to put on the safety shorts?"
She shivered at the harsh tone he was speaking to her with.
"I...well, yes but-"
She let out a squeal when his fist banged on the concrete next to her face.
"Then explain to me why not only did you disobeyed me, but you actually went off parading around the school with absolutely nothing to cover that drenched cunt of yours."
She was absolutely speechless at his demeanor, she had never seen him this angry before and she wasn't going to lie, it was quickly arousing her.
"Yunho...Yunho I'm-"
He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers, one hand gripping her jaw as his tongue poked out to invade her mouth, as his other hand hiked her skirt up, a finger sliding across her folds.
"Don't fucking tell me you're sorry. We both know whores like you aren't build to feel regret."
His mouth silenced the sounds that came out if her as a result of him slipping one of fingers inside her, the very thing she had been craving all day.
"Oh fuck..." She breathed out when he gave her no chance to adjust as he shoved a second finger inside, circling them around to stretch her walls out.
"Hmmm yeah. That's all you think about don't you? Your head is just filled with thoughts of getting fucked."
She couldn't resist it as she began rolling her hips, wanting him to fuck his fingers deeper inside her.
"Is that why you allowed Professor Seonghwa and Hongjoong to see you like that? Did you purposefully bend over to let them see your filthy hole? Hmm? I bet you did it on purpose."
She opened her eyes and gasped harshly when he then added a third finger, the wet noises her pussy was making now becoming louder.
"Wh-what?" She managed to get out a single word.
Yunho grunted as he shoved his fingers deeper in her, almost tempted to shove his entire fist inside.
"Don't play dumb. They saw you bending over and saw your lack of underwear. I had to hear their bullshit talk of wanting to eat your pussy and fucking it." He let out a low growl as he recalled their lewd words, sending him into an angry mode once again, prompting him to move his lips from her mouth to proceed with an attack to her neck, sucking on all her sensitive spots.
"Did you want that? Did you want fucking Park Seonghwa to eat out that pussy of yours? Or did you want Kim Hongjoong to hit it from the back as he slapped your ass red?"
Before Y/N knew it, she was releasing such erotic noises as she threw her head back, gasping out as an unexpected orgasm took over her. Yunho also couldn't believe how unbelievably fast she came, and he was beyond pissed as he realized that he helped her get off to the thought of someone who wasn't him. Pulling his fingers out of her, he squished her cheeks, the remnants of her cum now plastered on the sides of her face.
"Did you seriously just cum at the thought of those two assholes?!"
Without a warning, he lifted her up and roughly sat her on his desk.
"Do I need to remind you who you belong to? Who this pussy belongs to?!"
Spreading her legs as wide as they could go, Yunho dropped to his knees and buried his face in her heat, tongue poking out to suck off all the juices his hands had her spilling out from before. He had no shame as he spilled out almost animalistic sounds as began slurping hungrily at her heat, paying close attention to her clit.
"No one but me gets to eat your pussy out. No one can make you get you like this but me." Pulling away, he spit onto her clit before diving back in, moaning erratically to send vibrations into her mound.
Y/N's chest began rising up and as her breathing became more labored. Her hands tried reaching for his head to try and grind herself against his face, but he harshly slapped them away.
"Keep them up or I'll tie them up." He hissed at her.
Wanting to keep herself from being tempted to move them back to his head, she opted to place them on her chest, kneading at her breasts as Yunho continued to devour her, tongue flicking in and out of her core. She felt herself ready to burst at any moment, and Yunho knew it too. He waited til she was a mere slurp away from cumming before removing himself, earning a frustrated groan from her.
"Yunho!"
She sat up to complain, but his hand wrapped around her neck and pushed her back on the desk, causing a choked gasp to get caught in her throat.
"Shut up you slut. You'll get and take what I decide to give you and you're in no place to complain. I'm still upset at you failing and livid at you being a slutty exhibitionist."
Pulling her up by her hair, he got her off the desk and shoved her to her knees, placing himself in front of her. He had a sadistic look as he began undoing his belt.
"I believe you offered to suck me off a few hours before......well I'm taking you up on that offer. Suck me off and I'll let you cum. Show me what the mouth of yours can do."
She was nearly drooling when his red tip came out, brushing against her nose. It was painfully erect and leaking precum. Wrapping her hand around it, she made sure to spit on it and coat it generously so her hand could stroke him more easily. She looked up at him, sending him a mischievous smile as she began taking him in her mouth. Her eyes never left his face as she sunk his whole length into her mouth, gagging a little when she reached the base, Yunho inhaling deeply as she proved yet again that she was more than capable of stuffing him down her throat. She began bobbing her head, swallowing around the head while her hand worked on the rest of his dick.
Yunho let her do as she pleased, wanting to get her as relaxed as possible before he commenced his plan. Silently, he removed the belt completely off his pants, making move as if he was going to place it on the desk behind her. While she was distracted, he suddenly removed her from his length, a trail of saliva dripping down her chin.
"Ok.....since you obviously can't seem to do it, let me give you a few private lessons."
Y/N slightly panicked when he wrapped the belt around her neck, using it as makeshift leash and collar. He harshly pressed her back into him.
"Open that mouth of yours."
Following his orders, she opened up as wide as she could. Wasting no time, Yunho slammed his cock back inside her mouth, hips moving at a fast pace as he began to fuck her face, hand never letting go of the long strap. Y/N hollowed her cheeks out, gagging and releasing choking sounds every time he hit the back of her throat. Yunho snickered amusedly as he watched drool pour out of her mouth, prompting him to go even rougher on her.
"That's it, just like that-fuck!"
He shut his eyes tightly, eyebrows furrowed as he began chasing his own release. The girl underneath him moaned uncontrollably as he tightened the belt around her, feeling his spurts of cum flowing down her throat.
"Swallow it all you slut. I don't want you spitting any of it out."
Holding her head in place, he made sure he had emptied himself completely before pulling out of her, her lips red and swollen as she gasped for air. Inhaling deeply, she stuck her tongue out to show she had indeed swallowed all of his cum, prompting Yunho to caress her cheek affectionately.
"Good girl......."
Cocking his head to the side, he easily lifted her up into his arms.
"But you're not off the hook just yet."
Y/N stuck her hands out to keep her face from slamming too harshly into the desk, cheek pressed on the cold surface as she felt Yunho lift her skirt higher to expose her ass. She looked over and noticed him loosing up his tie, tearing it off him before grabbing both of her hands and placing them behind her back, wrapping the tie around them and rendering them unable to move. "Look at you, looking so small and pliant...... like you aren't some filthy little whore."
He began to slowly tease her, slapping his massive cock onto her cheeks and then sliding it across her slick folds. Y/N pushed her ass more out, wanting him to just shove it inside her.
"Oh, are you desperate to cum little one? You want my big fat cock inside you to fuck you dumb?" He cooed at her.
She immediately nodded.
"Yes! Please Yunho! Fuck me dumb!" She begged him, wiggling her ass for him to give in.
She began whining when he still made no move to give in.
"Yunho! Would you please-Ahh!"
With no warning, he tore right inside her, hips setting a rough and fast pace. Y/N tried to grip the desk but was reminded about the fact her hands were bound behind her back. Frantic and staggered moans came out of her mouth as Yunho kept hitting her g-spot, making her previous ruined orgasm suddenly spike up once again. He noticed it too, feeling how her walls began squeezing around him.
"Go ahead. Cum, I know you want to."
Needing no further instruction, she came all over his cock, a long drawn out mewl of his name all she could say as she panted heavily as she was coming down from her high. She had no time to relax though as Yunho simply sped up his thrusts, taking advantage of her sensitive state.
"Y-Yunho no! Please! T-too much!" She cried out, earning her a slap on her ass.
"Shut up! You wanted to come so badly? And I'm happy to deliver."
His grunts and her piercing screams could probably be heard all the way across the hallway, but neither of them cared, Y/N because she got him to finally break and him because he got to claim her as his own. Taking a hold of one of her thighs, he lifted her leg up to rest on the desk, hitting even deeper inside her. Letting out ragged and hoarse grunts, Yunho slightly pulled Y/N up using the belt around her neck.
"Tell me who's fucking you this hard? Who's making you feel this good? Hmm? Answer me!" He smacked her ass once again.
Y/N tried to answer, but all that came out was incoherent gibberish, unable to form any words. Yunho couldn't help but release an evil laugh at the state she was in.
"Awww. I really did fuck you dumb. You can't even remember any words. Let me help you refresh your memory."
She let out a shriek when his hand came down to slap her ass.
"A."
He smacked her once again.
"B."
A third slap resonated through the room.
"C."
She had tears falling at this point from her eyes due to the overstimulation and from the seering pain on her bum from how hard his hand was slamming down on it as he continued to say the alphabet out loud for her. She knew he was definitely going to leave more than a few hand prints on it. He was barely getting to the letter 'N' when she began spasming underneath him.
"Yunho! Stop! I'm-fuck!"
She couldn't control herself as she began squirting from how hard he was thrusting in her, a pool of her liquids forming on the floor. When Yunho saw, he let out a groan of accomplishment, feeling smug at getting her to burst out of control. He wasn't satisfied though, he was nowhere near done with her. Not changing his pace at all, he continued his relentless attack on her throbbing and swollen pussy, one hand holding her down in place while the other went to stuff his fingers inside her mouth.
"I know how much you love my fingers. Such a slut for them. You get horny just by watching them during class."
He felt her muffled moans on his fingertips, followed by a choked out grunt when he pushed the deeper in her mouth.
"Tell me? Do you even remotely think Seonghwa or Hongjoong can compete with me? Can they?!"
Whimpering pathetically, she shook her head as she felt another spurts of liquid drip down her thighs. She was beyond worn out at this point, but wanting to push her past her limit, Yunho began untying her hands.
"Look at you making such a mess on the floor. Tell me if anyone can make you drip as much as I do? Can anyone make you cum for yet a fifth time?"
He took out his fingers from her mouth to let her try and talk.
"Please! Yunho! I c-cant! Can't!" She wailed.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he flipped her onto her back, holding her legs up onto his wide shoulders and quickly slipping inside her once again.
"Yes you can and you will. I know a little cumslut like you can give me one more, just as messy as the last two."
At this point, her nails were raking along the wood underneath her, her vision blurry from all the overwhelming pleasure she was enduring, her thighs aching from how hard his fingers were gripping on them, prints no doubt were going to be left on them, evidence of all that happened in those 4 walls. She was no longer aware of anything around her, the only thing she could hear was the sound of their sweaty skin slapping against each other and the squealching sounds coming from where they were connected. She muttered something incoherent which she could not even understand herself, but Yunho knew what she was trying to say.
"Come on. Give it to me. Make a mess all over me and then I'll fill up your dirty little hole with my cum."
His thrusts were erratic and sloppy at this point, hand coming down to slap her throbbing and reddened clit, causing her to jolt and squirt all over him once again, her body thrashing and quivering as she tried to move away from him but he just held her in place. With a few more thrusts, he shakily came undone, his hot and thick cum coating inside her walls.
"Fuck! Shit!"
His body collapsed on top of hers, breath hitching as he wheezed slightly. After a few minutes, he got up, bangs sticking to his forehead, sweat trickling down his cheeks and nape of his neck. She was in no better state than him, hair all disheveled and too dazed out to even think. Pulling out of her, a light trickle of liquids came out, falling onto the puddle that was already there.
"Oh my god." Yunho was astonished by the mess they created, unable to stop the shy giggle from escaping his mouth.
Pulling his pants back up, not caring about the wet stains all over it, he turned his attention back to his girlfriend. Bending down, he cupped her cheeks and began peppering kisses all over her face, fingers moving the hair away from her forehead.
"You ok my little princess?" He checked on her.
"Tired......can't...move." Through labored breathing she managed to answer him.
"Don't worry my tiny doll. I'll take you back to my place and take proper care of you."
Grabbing her limp arms, he wrapped them around his neck before lifting her up as if she was nothing more than a piece of paper. Y/N mumbled something with a whiny tone as she buried her face in his neck. Yunho chuckled as he processed her words.
"Well......ok. Just because I kinda feel bad at the state you're in, I'll give you another chance to redo your essay. But I want it turned in before the week is over ok?"
She nodded softly, arms clinging tighter around his neck as they walked through the empty hallways.
"And you say you're not the type to have a teacher's pet." She poked his chest slightly.
"Ya, behave or I'll punish you little pet." He gave her a halfhearted warning, that he knew he'd never follow through on after her heard her fussy little whine.
As they were nearing the exit, they were caught by none of than Seonghwa and Hongjoong, who were talking amongst themselves and stared in shock when they saw them together. Yunho protectively moved one of his hands underneath her thighs to press her flowing skirt to her body, not willing to allow them another glimpse at what was rightfully his. With a completely calm demeanor, he smiled at them.
"Hey guys. Don't mind us, we're just going home so if you'll excuse us."
Walking past them, he tried so hard not to laugh at their shocked and bewildered expressions.
"Oh! By the way, if you see the custodian, tell them I'm sorry about the mess."
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To bargain for immortality pt.4
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The first thing to come to her conscious mind as soon as she woke up were always the faint distant sounds of her home. Faint, as not only was Cassandra's bedroom on one of the higher floors, but any staff members knew better than to make noise while their mistresses were sleeping. Distant barking made its way past a window left ajar, accompanied by scribbling noises.
Nicole turned around, legs tangled in the blanket that was shared until not long ago, to look for a colder spot warranted by the warm May weather. The realization that she was alone in bed made its way through the haze still remaining from sleep. That, in itself, was not unusual as Cassandra almost always woke up first and busied herself with something while waiting for her to wake up.
"Cassandra?" She called out quietly, voice still groggy with sleep and eyes not even bothering to open.
"Just a moment," came her response from the other side of the room, likely the desk, as the scratchy sound of pencil on paper stopped.
The chair was pushed away and a handful of steps took Cassandra to the door, where a maid was waiting outside as per routine. After a couple hushed instructions, the door clicked shut again and she finally approached the bed, looking down at her wife with fondness. She bent down to leave a kiss on top of messy auburn hair.
"Good morning."
Her answer came in the form of a returned kiss and impatient tug of her hand, that she gladly indulged by sitting down on top of the soft cushions that she had priorly abandoned. Nicole wasted no time in wrapping an arm around her waist and nuzzling into her side, happy to feel the cool skin underneath a thin grey robe. Cassandra decided that her wife seemed awake enough to receive news, despite the obvious refusal to even crack an eye open.
"Bela wants to go into town later and asked if we'd like to come."
There they were, emerald eyes finally open and staring up at her in surprise.
"Did you say yes?"
Cassandra scoffed. "And finally get the chance to go out and stretch my legs after being locked up in the castle for all winter? Absolutely not."
That got her an eye roll. "In that case I'll keep on sleeping through the whole evening," Nicole said, pretending to go back to the dream she had just left unfinished, something the mild tiredness that had settled in her body seemed more than happy about.
"Oh no you don't."
Two strong hands gripped her shoulders and shifted her into Cassandra's lap, thin lips intoxicatingly close to her ear. "I even prepared the perfect outfits for the two of us, I simply cannot believe you'd pass up this opportunity for some extra sleep."
Nicole laughed at the feign offense, voice finally clear and free from the morning raspiness. She stretched her arms upwards with a few satisfying pops and then let her hands rest on Cassandra's shoulders.
"My, that's so thoughtful of you," she said, leaving a soft kiss on her lips. "Good morning."
The moment was kindly interrupted by a curt knock on the heavy door. Nicole groaned and moved back on the bed, pulling a nightgown that certainly did not belong to her loosely over her shoulders. When she was covered enough to not put on a show, Cassandra chuckled and addressed the still closed door.
"Come in."
A young woman entered the room, one of the latest additions to the kitchen staff as per Cynthia's request, with a tray expertly balanced in one hand, while the other held the leash of one of the thankfully well behaved hounds.
"Eris!" Nicole greeted the black dog, who snapped its big brown eyes in her direction and started wagging its tail. Thankfully for the girl holding the leash, the dog was expertly trained and did not lunge away to its owners. Instead it followed along, not tugging on the leash until both were just by the bed.
"Breakfast, my ladies."
A small assortment of drinks, together with a plate were placed from the silver tray to the small table on Cassandra's side. One wine glass was filled with fresh crimson blood, a cup of hot tea was sitting right beside it, steam rising up from the liquid inside and, in the smaller cup, dark coffee. On the plate, a freshly baked croissant and a small assortment of berries were waiting invitingly.
"And Eris, as you requested."
The girl held up the leash, but Cassandra simply waved a dismissive hand. "Just let her go. And leave the leash on my desk."
She did as was instructed, unhooking the leash with a soft metal click and placing it, coiled up neatly, on the carefully polished wood of the desk. Then, with a slight bow, she left the two alone once again.
Nicole didn't acknowledge that, too busy patting the spot by her side for the black hound to jump up. Cassandra opened her mouth to protest, but was a second too late as the dog was already in her wife's lap getting head and neck scratches. She sighed. At least all the hounds were kept squeaky clean outside hunting sessions.
"Stop spoiling our hunting dogs."
"Oh darling don't worry, I have no power over Carolina's training," she emphasized by snapping a finger and pointing it to the far side or the bed, direction that the dog followed dutifully, curling up on top of a folded blanket. "Good girl," she cooed at the furry beast, which elicited a tail wag.
Cassandra shook her head with a small smile tugging at her lips. She passed the small coffee cup to her wife, who took a tentative sip to test the temperature. It was lukewarm, as it always was, the routine of all the family ingrained into each and every staff member to the dot. They knew how Nicole liked her coffee, what tea to pair with any kind of breakfast and, probably most important for their sake, exactly how much blood, down to the milliliter, Cassandra liked to drink in the morning. Well, early evening, but who kept track.
The bitter liquid was downed in mere seconds, the taste accompanied by a sour grimace. Nicole did not like coffee in the slightest, having lost any possible appetite for the bitter taste after drinking one too many, or a thousand too many, cups during her days in med school. Unfortunately, it still did its job of waking her up, so a compromise with a sweet cup of fruity tea right afterwards had to be made.
She passed the empty cup back to Cassandra, who replaced it with the tea.
"I have to say, seeing your face scrunched up in disgust every morning is most entertaining."
"Happy to see my attempt at waking up is enjoyable for you," she replied with a pointed look thrown over the porcelain edge of the mug.
The look however was replaced by a content sigh upon sipping on the tea, the prior bitter taste slowly replaced by a blissful blend of fruit and lavender. While their cook Cynthia was downright an expert at preparing all kinds of meat, human included, her biggest talent was creating the best blends of tea, never too overpowering but always with a balanced taste. At least according to Nicole, and she would hold that opinion to the day she died.
While waiting for the liquid to get to a more drinkable temperature, her attention went back to the dog now sprawled on its side. "Why did you ask for Eris?"
Cassandra took another long sip of her drink, far more elegant than one would expect from a woman who had no issue regularly walking around covered in blood. "I just thought we could bring her along, I know she's your favorite," she finished with a smirk.
"That's not true," Nicole quickly replied, as if she were a mother accused of having a favorite child, which only made Cassandra's grin grow wider. She cleared her throat in an attempt to save some face. "I love all our dogs equally, Eris is just… particularly well behaved, yes."
Her wife simply chuckled, not having bought any of her excuses for playing favorites. Not that Cassandra wasn't guilty of that either. Her first response to picking a favorite would be not unlike Nicole's, but she had a particular fondness for Freya, one of their Finnish hounds, who always seemed so eager to sniff out prey on the hunts. She would be lying to say that she didn't entertain the idea of asking her mother to infect some of their best dogs from time to time, their short lives feeling like blinks of an eye compared to her own immortality.
She placed the now empty glass back on the table, not quite as graceful as her mother always did after a meal. They had plenty of time, so getting up was not yet in either of their schedules.
"Are we going somewhere in particular, or just out for a stretch," Nicole asked in between sips.
"Bela has to pick something up and Dani, surprising to precisely no one, wants to visit the bookshop," Cassandra started with a slight eye roll, leaning on her side on top of the cushions and starting to toy with the hem of Nicole's sleeve. "Since we're doing none of that boring stuff, I thought you'd like to choose."
Nicole tapped a finger of the white rim of her mug, nail making a soft clink. She sighed. "Just a walk around town, I'm really dying to get out too."
"You do realize you're not confined to the castle during winter like I am right," Cassandra laughed.
"And leave my beloved wife all alone while I go out and about," her reply was overly dramatic, complete with a hand gingerly placed over her heart almost as if such an idea was close to blasphemous. It only gained her a small snort.
"Should I remind you that I've spent decades in this castle? I promise I can bear it."
Okay, grandma.
With the tea finally gone, Nicole placed the tall mug on the nightstand closest to her, effectively freeing her hands. Free to trace tender fingers up Cassandra's arm, her neck and around the intricate lace of her choker to toy with the fine chains decorating it.
"You sure about that?" Her voice was sickly sweet, all too aware of her unbeatable talent of making someone as sadistic as her wife melt with little more than a hushed tone and gentle hands.
Cassandra did not respond right away. She was nothing if not a prideful person and admitting to the fact that yes, she would miss her, even for a handful of hours, was not particularly high on her list of things to be said out loud. It was almost an unbearably clingy kind, their relationship. Or at least that's what someone who did not know better would say. Truth be told, they were both the kind of people that looked almost desperately, although a desperation worn with odd grace, for comfort in other people. People they would then fight tooth and nail, or more accurately fang and claw, to keep close. It was obvious in the way Cassandra took on the role as protector of the family, nevermind the fact that Alcina would cut any possible threats to pieces before any of them had time to lift a finger. Obvious, also in the way she was so protective over Nicole herself, the beautifully engraved dagger always strapped to the redhead’s side either under a lab coat or at the belt of a dress rendered little more than a fancy accessory.
Cassandra chuckled, wrapping long fingers around her hand and taking it away from her necklace. "Why don't we get dressed before Bela comes to nag at us mm?" Then black lips were gingerly pressed to the skin, leaving a small kiss on top of bony knuckles.
With a shrug and a less than gracious stretch accompanied by a yawn, Nicole got out from under the covers, the red velvety fabric of the robe flowing after her like an impromptu cape.
"Are you wearing my robe," Cassandra's voice came from behind her, together with hands placed on her waist.
Duh.
Not that Cassandra ever truly complained. Finding the oversized clothing her wife often wore quite endearing.
"It does look quite charming on me you have to admit."
"You're practically swimming in it."
Nicole rolled her eyes which only prompted a small laugh.
They fixed themselves enough to be semi presentable for the small distance that separated the bedroom and the dressing room. Nicole was about to suggest wearing something more casual, but the fact that going out for the first time after the long winter months was almost reason for a small celebration for all three of the Dimitrescu sisters made her shut down that train of thought. No harm in being fancy on occasion after all.
The outfits Cassandra had picked out were nothing short of perfect for the occasion. Matching black dresses, Nicole's a tad lighter with a lacy collar and frilly hems complete with a white vest-like corset, while Cassandra's was made out of a thicker fabric and went down almost to the floor, surely due to her tendency to get cold easily.
Not being the kind that lingered in the dressing room too long, that was more Daniela's style, it took little for them to get dressed. The occasional helping hand for small things that one could maybe twist and turn to do themselves, but why bother when you have a perfectly willing to help spouse, was something they both enjoyed and took a couple extra precious moments to let a hand linger or fingers to trace expertly done sems. After some makeup was applied and the leash was hooked back to Eris' collar, they finally made their way downstairs.
They were close to fashionably late it seemed, as Bela, Daniela and Anita were already waiting in the main hall, the eldest throwing a miffed expression their way upon seeing them descend the grand staircase.
Nicole noticed the absence of one of their usual party members. "Isn't Laura coming with us?"
"She had to go to Donna's this morning. Spring preparations and all," Bela's reply came dangerously close to being accompanied by an uncharacteristic pout.
Oh. Someone's in a sour mood.
They made their way down the stone paved road that connected the castle to the town in relative silence, interrupted only once by Bela telling them when they would meet up to head back home. Other than that, they just enjoyed the short walk. And for good reason, the road was surrounded by beautiful rose bushes on both sides, with pine trees expanding beyond them and the sounds of birds and nocturnal animals beginning to wake up blending together in a quiet murmur so typical to the forest.
Once in the town square under the familiar angel statue, Bela wordlessly left them in favor of making her way down a small street. Daniela and Anita seemed more courteous and said their goodbyes and see-you-laters as they turned around, chattering about something only they understood.
Left alone, with their dog whose leash was attached to the same belt Cassandra's sickle was, they started walking down the quiet streets. It was almost sundown, so even the small crowd of people usually going about their business was almost non-existent, knowing better than to be out at night without good reason.
Something that Nicole was yet to grow bored of, even after a few years spent at the castle, was the small architectural oddities around town. It looked quite regular, albeit old, at first glance but a closer look would reveal the rich symbolism resulting from the centuries of being quite literally broken off from the rest of the world and almost frozen in time.
The go to flowers planted in front of buildings were crimson roses, the familiar patterns of swirling vines and leaves engraved into walls and lamp posts. A bakery they passed by had three sickles hanging behind the glass, complementing the harvest theme the entire shop had, together with dried wheat in vases and warm inviting colors on the walls. The one fishery that everyone in town knew had a mermaid gracefully swimming in a panel just above its entrance and horseshoes were nailed to most doors leading to houses or small apartment buildings. Even a toy store had a suspiciously Angie-like doll, although without the cracks and signs of time its original counterpart sported, looking out at any passersby.
One thing that could never go unnoticed however, were the crows. Statues of the birds, big or small, could be seen anywhere, from street corners to rooftops and atop building entrances. Some had their wings spread out, ready to take flight were they not trapped by stone bodies, others had their bills open wide in a silent croak and some were simply looking on. Real crows were also incredibly common, replacing the pigeons any other city had in favor of the black birds, ironically roosting on the statues of themselves quite often and kindly providing the city background noise with their caws. Nicole inquired about their presence once, and Cassandra had explained how the locals see crows as good luck, being a symbol to Mother Miranda. Many people fed them and even had buildings upon which small towers were erected with the purpose of giving the birds space to make nests.
Nicole had a strong suspicion that some of the birds were a little more than they let on, especially after seeing their so-called goddess break into a flock on multiple occasions. Sometimes, you would look at one of the crows perched on a power line connecting two buildings, and icy grey would stare back, the depth in those eyes far too human to belong to any bird.
Her slight glare towards one crow that seemed to look at them from a windowsill was interrupted by the memory of a small list she had tucked in her pocket before leaving.
"Oh, I need to pass by the pharmacy to pick up a few things we ran out of."
Cassandra simply shrugged. "Sure," and she looked around for a moment to find the street that would take them there fastest. Not like they had any plans other than enjoying the pseudo freedom that being out of the castle gave them.
The pharmacy was oh so conveniently located on the other side of town, adjacent to the hospital near the reservoir. Ever since Miranda had found ways to lessen the negative effects of his mutation, Moreau was the designated town doctor, but due to the still somewhat volatile transformations he was still mostly confined to the place and it's murky waters, a fact that he despised greatly. It was an obvious choice, then, to erect the hospital there. It was a small building not unlike the rest of the town's architecture when it came to size, no more than three floors high and with a small staff that Moreau himself had to teach the ins and outs of medical practice. If memory serves right, even Miranda and her assistants had taught some people particularly well versed in the sciences how to operate the equipment and patients alike. Medical training seemed to be hard to come by around here and Nicole had a gnawing suspicion that it was the reason she was still alive.
The building coming into view behind the trees and the paved road that cut through the small stretch of woods separating the town and reservoir looked oddly new in comparison to the rest, as it had been erected only a couple decades prior. Attached to it, a smaller house with matching tiles on the roof and a sign that read Farmacie above the entrance's double doors.
Dogs were normally not allowed inside, but who was going to stop them of all people from marching right in, black hound happily walking by their side. They were the only ones inside, save for a short woman sitting behind the counter, panic flashing in her eyes when her gaze fell on Cassandra's tall frame, hand in hand with Nicole who was at the moment too occupied with pulling out the list of meds she had written. She gave it a once over and, sure that she had everything down, passed the paper to the pharmacist, who knew better than to ask if she had any prescriptions.
"You could've sent someone to fetch these for you," Cassandra said, eyes following the woman as she disappeared behind tall shelves full of small boxes and pill bottles.
"I know, I just didn't want to wait. I don't like running out of supplies," Nicole shrugged.
Plus, Nicole was way less likely to be questioned on why she's buying twenty different kinds of meds than a random maid. Partly because the pharmacist recognized her and partly because any sane person here knew better than not obliging when Cassandra was looming behind her. A small smirk graced her lips at the thought and a sly look was given to her wife, who was too busy playing with the dog's floppy ears to notice. Eris raised her head at the unforgivable offense, playfully trying to nip at the gloved hands that were tickling her, getting a giggle out of the brunette.
All three were distracted by the soft clink of a bell hanging above the door, indicating that someone had entered the pharmacy. It was an older man, looking to be in his sixties, heavily leaning on a crutch held in his right hand.
Cassandra's features morphed into a scowl and Nicole could practically hear the man-thing going through her mind. The man was probably on the verge of doing a complete one eighty and exit the pharmacy, when a voice called out from behind the counter.
"Ah Andrei, I have something for that infection of yours, hold on a moment," the pharmacist called out, before handing Nicole a sizable paper bag full of what she had requested.
She felt an unwelcomed whiff of decay as Cassandra took the bag from her hands, and sniffled in an attempt to ward off the stinging sensation in her nose. She fumbled with the credit card, mentally cursing the payment for not transferring quicker when the smell was starting to make her eyes water the slightest bit.
"Is everything alright my lady?"
The man's voice, full of genuine worry came from behind them, having moved closer upon the pharmacist's urging, and the putrid stench of death and decomposition flooded Nicole's senses together with the slick sensation of blood running down her face. She had to force down a gag as she shoved the card back into a pocket and all but ran out the door, worried wife in toe.
"Nicole what-" Cassandra swallowed any words she had at the sight of the blood flowing down and staining the until moments before immaculate white of her wife's corset.
Nicole made her way to a corner of the building that nobody seemed to go to, and leaned against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and trying to ward off the lightheadedness.
For someone who spent years working on dead bodies in various stages of decomposition, one would think that the smell of death did not bother her. And it didn't. But this was different, the stench seeming to make its way into her skin and clinging to her senses, coating her throat as if trying to choke her out in the most disgusting way possible. Not to mention that there was no actual dead body around.
She coughed out the blood that didn't make its way out of her nostrils and instead decided to go the throat route. Her hands were a crimson mess and so were her face and dress, a pang of guilt shooting through her for having ruined the outfit picked by Cassandra. At least the bleeding seemed to stop and so did the horrid stench.
Cassandra didn't seem to care, nor even notice, the ruined fabric. Instead she pulled out a handkerchief from a pocket and started to gently wipe the blood away from pale skin.
"What's wrong?" She asked and Nicole could only shake her head.
"I don't know. I don't know why this keeps happening," she almost ran her hands down her face in frustration but had enough clarity of mind to remember how dirty they were. "I thought it would go away, and for a while it did. I don't understand what the hell is wrong with me," she added, voice rising the slightest bit.
Cassandra grimaced, trying to get her face clean. "We can talk to Mother when we get back."
A defeated sigh made its way past bloody lips. Nicole had her doubts that Alcina would know any more than them on the situation, which was nothing. They knew nothing.
She grabbed Cassandra's hand to steady herself back on her feet, mind drifting to what she didn't want to think was her only solution.
If there was anyone who could get to the end of this, it was Mother Miranda.
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