#on the plus side he gets to wear his cute apron so

[baalzebufo]

oops more satellite investors... wanted to doodle them again! hopefully their personalities come through a little more in the doodles, too (if you're interested, I wrote a little about my headcanons for them on this post! )

also i completely forgot that pluto has that heart-shaped marking on it when seen from afar until my friend reminded me and I instantly knew I HAD to give cosmo a little <3 birthmark

bonus styx

#alloyart #toontown #plutocrat #cosmo kuiper #satellite investors #ttcc #toontown corporate clash #toonblr #toontag #also i gave cosmo a gold tooth because well. i think he deserves it #he definitely enjoys a good ostentatious display of wealth yknow #its why i draw him with so much gold jewellery #that and it just works for his mob boss look to have a bunch of big ass rings and chains #also headcanon styx is terrible at cooking despite being so passionate about it #hes a robot ok he doesnt know whats edible #on the plus side he gets to wear his cute apron so #... lord help me i am getting crushes on every robot I draw

[clydiepie]

Team Stan x reader! (Cooking for them)

Cooking for your boyfriend is never dull that's for sure lol

cw: none!

Team Stan (individually) x reader who loves to cook for them!

She/her pronouns

fluffy!

mentions of NSFW

Enjoy!! <3

Cartman<3

do i even have to explain???

okay i will lol

HE LOVES IT

"Hey, babe instead of us going out how about I make dinner?" You said popping your head out from the kitchen

"I think i love you.." he mumbled

"What was that?"

"Nothing stupid get back in the kitchen" he joked

While you worked in the kitchen you were super focused, you always wanted things to be just the way Eric liked (especially since he would never let you forget If you fucked something up)

He is probably sitting on the couch playing some videogame with the boys online when he smells something coming from the kitchen.

He pulls off his headset and leaves the game to follow that delicious smell

"Cartman?"

"Where the hell did he go?"

but the game has been long abandoned he shuffles his way closer to you as you focused on whatever was on the stovetop.

You were pulled from your intense focus as Eric protectively wrapped his arms around your waist

"Almost done?"

"Nearly"

Eric is gracious enough to set the table for you guys

Once you guys have eaten, Eric drags you to the couch to cuddle with him (even though he will insist that he only wants to relax while his food digests)

You guys snuggle up on his couch and watch T.V together

you can see his phone on the end table that keeps lighting up with texts from the boys wondering where he went, he ignores them.

"Maybe you should just say over, I don't want to walk you home in this cold weather."

"Eric it's cold every day."

"Shhhhhh"

Kyle<3

He really just wants to help

dear god let him or he'll explode

"Y/N honey, do you want any help?"

"I'm okay but thank you!"

Kyle will sit in the kitchen and watch your every move, not judging or anything he is just curious (plus he just likes being around you)

He waits patiently for you to give him some kind of task, he really just wants to be helpful.

"Babe?"

"Yes!" Kyle says a little too enthused jumping up from his seat.

"Would you ask Ike if he is hungry, I have enough for the three of us." you say with a smile

Kyle begrudgingly invites his little brother to eat with you guys. (he just wanted you to himself)

The three of you are gathered around Kyle's kitchen table as you serve up the food to the boys.

Kyle can't help but imagine what a good mother you would be.

Like you are so good at helping out with Ike he can’t even think about it without blushing

You take notice of his red face and ask if the food is too spicy

“Oh no it’s perfect!!”

He calmly composed himself as you and Ike chat about how school is going

Shortly after you finish eating Ike scurries upstairs back to his video games while Kyle helps you wash the dishes.

The two of you side by side at the sink, laughing as you play with the bubbles in the sink

You take a huge handful of bubbles and slap it in his face

He wipes his face and underneath the mess you see a devious smirk

You slowly start to back away from him knowing what was about to happen

“Oh baby you’re going to pay for that.”

All is heard is your screams as Kyle chases you with a handful of bubbles

“Ike help me!!” You yell

“Sorry Buddy.” Ike yells back from his room

Stan<3

Stan actually didn't even know you were going to be at his house when he got home

His parents are out of town so he figured he would just heat up a frozen pizza or something

But he walked in the door and was greeted by you wearing a cute little apron and setting the table with some simple plates for the two of you

"Uh Y/N, what's all this?"

"Oh, I just thought it would be nice for us to have a little dinner date." you smile

You are so fucking cute Stan can't handle it

He follows you into the kitchen and sees a number of things strewn about the counters

a cookbook sat open next to the stove as you continued to stir whatever was in the boiling pot in front of you

He could tell you were putting in a lot of effort and he felt bad he hadn't done anything for you

instead of offering his help, which he knew you wouldn't accept, he hatched a plan of his own

Stan strolled over to you and kissed your forehead while you worked

"I'll be right back okay?"

You hummed in response deep in concentration with your project

As fast as he came he was gone again, swiftly grabbing his keys and walking out the front door

As you heard the front door close you thought to yourself what he might be doing but you decided just to focus on the task at hand.

Just as you were about to finish up the food you hear the front door open and some movement in the dining room

You figure Stan is just up to some weird joke so you finish up the food and walk into the dining room with 2 plates in hand

You walk out to see Stan holding a bouquet of flowers and the table is set with candles and rose petals all around

"Stanley" you say trying not to cry because of how sweet he was

"What kind of date doesn't have flowers for their girlfriend?"

You put the food down on the table and walk over to him and pull him in for a sweet kiss

"Maybe I could treat you to some dessert later hm" you say kissing him again

"What did I do to deserve you."

Kenny<3

You decided to surprise your boyfriend at his house with plans to make him and his siblings dinner

You arrived at Kenny's and gave the door a quick knock before being greeted by your boyfriend with a surprised look on his face

"Babe what are you doing here." he says as he swoops in to take all the heavy bags you were carrying

"I thought I could make dinner for everyone." you smiled as you started to unpack the contents of your bags onto the counters

Kenny was shocked you would spend your time and money on him and his family

He needed to repay you somehow

As you started to prepare some stuff for cooking you noticed that Kenny had started to help you pulling out mixing bowls and a few utensils

"Ken you don't have to help, I got this," you say resting your hand on his shoulder as he leans down into the bottom cabinet looking for something.

"I know you do but I just want to help, please let me." he cooed standing up with an old wooden cutting board in hand.

You gave in instantly, how could you say no to that face

The two of you worked together cutting vegetables and cooking over the stove, Kenny would sometimes just walk up and kiss you in the middle of something

The two of you worked so well together, it's like he always knew what your next move would be

he was always one step ahead

As you too finished up cooking Kenny did the best he could to find matching plates and cups for you and his siblings

You went to call the kids in for dinner as Kenny put the plates of food on the table

domestic life seemed to fit you both so well, as you all ate Kenny talked with his sister and brother about their day

he held your hand below the table the whole time

After dinner, you guys just tossed the dishes in the sink and went to Kenny's room to cuddle

As he held you in his arms he mumbled a question into your shoulder

"Would you ever want kids one day?"

"Only if you were my baby daddy." you laugh

"Oh, I can arrange that."

Thanks for reading! i kinda got a little carried away sorry if this is too long lol!!

-m <3

#south park x reader #south park #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #south park x y/n #eric cartman x reader #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #sp stan marsh #sp kenny mccormick #sp eric cartman #sp kyle broflovski #sp

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Nights Spent In; Azul Ashengrotto

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established relationship

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; This is for one of my first mutuals @azulashengrottospiano! I hope you enjoy this, and some domestic Azul! [and I'm keeping a screenshot of your ask ^v^]

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Safe to say your social battery was pretty much at zero. You had fun, yes, but all you wanted to do was stay at home in some ridiculously comfortable pyjamas, eat leftovers from lunch, cuddle a bit, and maybe look through the storage container labelled Games! :D since there could be some hidden gems in there. And right now you were cuddled up under a super chunky knit blanket, snug as a bug in a rug.

You were content just putting the leftovers from lunch in the microwave, but Azul had insisted that he made the both of you dinner. You didn’t mind, since you had a nice view of him working away in the kitchen, muttering the recipe of tonight’s dinner to himself. He was even wearing the frilly apron and kitschy oven mitts.

What a dork. I love him so much. You giggled to yourself, watching Azul go about the kitchen, off in his own little world. 

Sighing, you got up — the blanket draped over your shoulders so you were still in your nice blanket burrito — and shuffled over to the Games! :D container, seeing if there was anything interesting that Azul wouldn’t just automatically win. You loved him, but if he made you go bankrupt again in this world’s version of Monopoly one more time you swore that you weren’t going to give him any kisses. You may love him, but he was not a humble winner. 

So any strategy games were completely out the window, luck based games were more on your side… hopefully luck just decided to favour you tonight. At least you had a cute chef at the least.

Hmm? What’s this? Blowing off the dust you pulled out an old edition of Snakes and Ladders. It relied only on luck, so it was perfect!

“Hey, sweetie,” you called to the kitchen.

Azul was just placing your dinner in the oven, it would take about thirty minutes to bake, so he had time to spare… and for you? He could spare all the time in the world for you. “What is it, darling?”

You held up the game under your chin and gave him your biggest smile. “Wanna play?” You waggled eyebrows for some added flair, and it made Azul chuckle.

“Fine, one round, but I won’t go easy on you,” he said, sitting down at the coffee table. He eyed the game, and squinted his eyes at the dice. A luck-based game? Playing your cards right I see.

“You never do,” you shot him a wink and rolled the dice. You moved your piece forward, not hitting any ladders.

Azul rolled his eyes, but took his turn, overtaking you by two spaces, also not hitting any ladders. “Would you rather that I did?” He looked up at you through his lashes, a small smug smile on his face. 

You hummed as you took your turn, getting a ladder and going up a row. “No, it’s more fun like this, plus you’re extra cute when you get fired up.”

Azul pushed up his glasses, trying to ignore the warmth that had seeped into his cheeks. “Flattery won’t help you, my dear, when I win.”

“We’ll see about that.~”

The rest of the game was spent in silence, the occasional tch escaping when either of you hit a snake, but the game was neck in neck. You had to roll a perfect six to win, and Azul a four, and it was his turn. The both of you had your fingers crossed.

He rolled a two, the exact number that he didn’t want. He moved his piece forward and gritted his teeth as he moved it down two rows. He sighed, handing over the die. He knew that he had most likely lost this game.

You gently took it, and rolled a six. You had won. “Looks like luck was on my side tonight,” you grinned.

Azul grumbled, but he couldn’t stay mad at you. “Would you like a prize for that?” It was part sarcasm, but also part genuine question.

You placed a kiss on his cheek. “Just spending time with you is a prize in its own right… but I won’t say no to your cooking either!”

It wasn’t really a prize, as you were already getting his cooking for dinner, but it nonetheless made Azul feel soft and warm. The two of you really should spend more nights in if they were going to be like this.

~~~~~~~

Tags: @eynnwwyjth, @hydra-sea, @inkybloom-luv, @identity-theft-101, @krenenbaker, @officialdaydreamer00, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

#dove does events #follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto x gn reader #sha la la la my oh my! go on and ~kiss da 'zul~ #you cannot tell me that he wouldn't wear a frilly apron; he's a nerd you know he would #would it even be called snakes and ladders in twst? ... eels and ladders??? #idk but it would be funny if azul was silently cursing out the tweels #also; idk if you remember your ask BUT you did in fact request the same 3 people as last time ^v^ that was also a part of why i tagged you #- in the vil drabble. i diagnose you with azul trey and vil brain rot #this is technically a bonus drabble #scheduled post since idk if i'll be busy or not #hope you enjoy auburn; and thank you for supporting the soul match au in it's infancy ^v^

[chaussetteblanche]

Could you write a boyfriend!Kit Connor headcannon? Like what it's like to date kit? I just thought that would be rlly cute (^·^)

thanks so much for requesting !! kinda went off, don’t know how long this is :)

boyfriend!Kit headcannon

- right so i just think that kit would be so boyfriend

- like big sweaters

- gives amazing hugs, where you enter a soft, warm and safe world of clean cotton and sweet kisses

- would hug you so tight every time, wouldn’t ever want to let go

- definitely makes stupid jokes like

- “babe what’s this sweater made of ?”

- “i dunno, cotton ?”

- “no, it’s made of boyfriend material, babe,”

- you’d always laugh, of course

- and he’s just to caring and attentive

- had a bad day ? he’s at your door with take out, ready to spend the evening cuddling and listening to you rant

- period-related cramps ? man is RUNNING, i’m talking Usain Bolt shit, to the pharmacy and buying half the stock of pain killers, pads, tampons before getting you anything you crave

- sick ? he’s got a day off work before you know it, will not let you get out of bed, will spoon-feed you chicken broth and won’t leave your side

- he’s not afraid of you getting him sick, he’s almost never sick

- immune system is UP

- he’ll definitely get you to help him rehearse his lines for any upcoming movies or shows

- loves watching you change voices and facial expressions when you help him

- if you two live together, he’s not taking ANY of the gender roles shit

- man is cleaning up after himself and after you, everything is fair in your household

- he respects your boundaries, your work or your studies

- loves cooking with you but when you don’t, you take turns cooking and cleaning

- ain’t no way IN HELL he’s leaving you to do all the housework

- plus he thinks he looks damn good in that pink apron you have lying around in your closet

- if you’re not living together, he’s still helping out as much as he can

- he’s definitely a little scared of bugs but if you are too, he’ll take it upon himself to get them out of the house

- will NEVER kill a bug

- like sure they’re ugly and you don’t want them inside but that’s not a reason to kill then

- “you can’t just go about offing people just ‘cause they’re ugly can you ? same with bugs, innit ?”

- if you’re not scared of bugs, he’s happily hopping on a chair and waiting for you to get it out

- there have been multiple times where you both spotted a very big spider and just collectively agreed to leave the apartment and come back a few hours later, hoping it would be out of sight

- loves sleeping besides you

- will hog the covers

- like will roll up in them like a burrito

- you have to put blood, sweat and tears into every single inch of duvet you get after he’s rolled up, it’s a real struggle because my man is ASLEEP

- def snores a bit

- not like a loud, grizzly bear snore

- but more like a slightly heavy breathing

- but you don’t mind, it lulls you to sleep

- he fckin loooves the rain and the wind and the snow

- just lives for winter

- as much as he loves the summer (cause you’ll wear less clothes) his favourite is definitely the winter

- you’ll spend most of your time together laughing

- like he’s so funny and unhinged sometimes

- loooves to tease you

- about anything really

- expect anything that he notices you get insecure or vexed about, he’s really sensitive as to not hurt you in any way

- but if you mispronounce a word once, it’s coming up in every single conversation for days

- if he’s taller than you he’ll tease you about your height and will purposefully stand close to you to make you feel smaller

- if he’s smaller than you, he’ll definitely use you as something to lean on

- loves touching you all the time

- a hand on the thigh is usually his go to

- but when you’re walking maybe he’ll have his hand in your back pocket or around your shoulders

- loves kissing you, everywhere

- lips and forehead are his go to, but your temples and your nose he also likes to kiss

- he’s not too big on PDA, but will make sure people know you’re together by, as stated above, touching you in some way

- gives the most intoxicating kisses

- like you need a second to gather yourself after most of his kisses

- neck kisses omggg

- you know that scene in heartstopper when he’s “recharging” on charlie

- def does that every time he sees you + neck kisses

- doesn’t really get jealous because he trusts you more than anyone but will definitely get annoyed if someone isn’t taking the hint

- let’s say someone’s hitting on you at the bar, and you’re been very that you aren’t interested but they’re still insisting, he will come up to you, wrap his arms around you and give you the loudest, sloppiest and dirtiest kiss ever right in front of that person

- will then strike up a conversation, completely ignoring the other person, and will wait for them to leave

- is so invested in your life like everything you do is so interesting to him

- you learnt something in school ? tell him about it. you saw someone you hadn’t seen in a while ? tell him about it. started a new show or a new book ? tell him about it.

- man wants to know EVERYTHING there is to know about you

- he definitely remembers every single you thing you tell him in detail

- you’ll tell him about your favourite kind of salad one day and literal months later, he’ll come back with groceries and will have bought that specific kind of salad

- “i didn’t know you liked this kind of salad,”

- “never had it before, but it’s your favourite, so i bought it,”

- GAH melting

- also communication KING

- like we see in heartstopper, he says all the important shit and i feel like he’d be the same in real life

- you’ve been acting distant ? he’s gently asking you about it, has he done something ? he notices you’ve been stressed, are there any reasons ? he notices you’re not eating much ? is anything troubling you ? frowning at yourself in the mirror ? he’s making sure your alright and feeling beautiful

- overall i just think he’d be so sweet and attentive

- just the best boyfriend ever

- so kit if you read this and wanna correct me on anything, i’d gladly spend a few weeks (months, years, lifetimes) as your girlfriend to write a more realistic version

- i’m serious

- call me

- please

#kit connor #kit connor x reader #kit connor x you #kit connor headcannon #kit connor imagine

[moralesluvr]

Hii. So I had this idea where it’s (e-1610) miles saving Reader from something and when he finally looks at her he immediately becomes attracted towards her (like love a first sight thing) and gets all shy and cute

love at first sight ft. miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: miles morales x fem!black!reader, college au, cafe au. ♡ summary: after getting hit on after walking home from work, your friendly neighborhood spiderman is here to save you-- and he‘s stunned when he sees you. ♡ warnings: none jus fluff! ♡ a/n: this is so extremely self indulgent because i wear glasses and i was just visualizing this the whole time LOLLL ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

YOUR SAGE-TINTED FINGERNAILS PINCH around the soft material of your apron, a broken sigh tumbling off of your reddened lips as you placed it on the coat rack in the back of your workplace. Another huff leaves you, this time of relief, eyes darting to the clock that resides on the wall. It reads, it digital numerals, '10:22.'

You should've closed twenty minutes ago, but of course, some of your avid regulars insisted that they needed a coffee or slide of banana bread right as you had grabbed the broom from the back, ready to shut the cafe down. But you couldn't complain because you were at least happy that you had the next couple of days off, so you let your worries roll off of your t-shirt clad shoulders, grabbing your purse and keys from your work cubbie and switching off the lights.

Keys jingling as you step outside, you stick a golden one into the hole that's below the door's handle, locking it and beginning your walk down the street.

A shiver courses through your veins, your body not quite adjusted to the sweet, yet wintry cold that summoned goosebumps on your bare forearms. You hugged yourself and tucked the sides of your coat in, throwing your Coach bag over your shoulders as the pretty lights of Brooklyn advocated for your lack of vision.

The cafe that you worked at was the only place you could earn money and also enjoy. Your boss was one the upperclassmen that you knew from your university, which really helped because she always gave you days off and flexible work hours. All your co-workers were just close friends or classmates-- plus, you loved to bake, so it really was a genuine place of interest.

You're humming one of your favorite songs down the block when you reach a strip of shops. There's a pub nearby and you always hold your breath when you pass it-- because it's not so much a bar, but more of a place where teenagers hang out and smoke or drink ill-tasting beer. Usually you're safe passing through, but that wasn't necessarily the case tonight.

A boy that you recognize from your university stumbles out of the place, eyes reddened and droopy as he stopped you in your tracks. He smirked at you, "Why're you walkin' all by yourself? Need some company?"

Pushing a curl back behind your ear, he beams a smile at you, one that makes your stomach feel uneasy as you slowly moved his hand back down to his side.

"No, Aaron, I don't. I...have a boyfriend." You lied through your teeth. You definitely didn't, but you needed a valid excuse as to why you didn't want this creep taking you home.

"I think you do need some company, though, pretty thing." He insists, pushing himself closer to you, a laugh sounding from his throat. "I don't see your boyfriend. What kind of man would leave his girl alone at night, walking down the streets of New York?" His hands find home on your waist and you let out a squeal, "Stop!"

Although it's no use. He continues, trying to learn into your lips as you fight his tight embrace. But he's stronger, and you genuinely think that you're a goner until a tall figure in a-

Spider-Man?

He comes literally out of nowhere, standing in front of Aaron as he grabbed both of his arms, removing his grip on you. The masked vigilante twists his hands behind his back and he screams, biting his lip, "This your pathetic boyfriend, huh? Some idiot playing around in a mask?"

Spider-Man says nothing to that, except he just shoots a web at Aaron's hands, pinning them behind his back. He then flips him around and webs his mouth, moving closer to him. He whispers against his skin, "Shut up."

Aaron's eventually pinned to the brickwork of the pub's walls, when Spider-Man finally turns to look at you. You're smiling, even though anxiety is still pumping through your blood, "Thank you, Spider...Spider-man?"

He just stares at you.

You're so pretty, curls tucked back in a ponytail with some loose ones hanging against your dark glasses frames. You're clad in a leather jacket and a pair of ankle-high boots, a pretty skirt resting on your thighs. The moonlight glows against your brown skin, and he finds his mouth dry because it's wide open.

You cock an eyebrow at him, "Spider-Man? Are you okay?"

And although he longs to say something, to get the words out, he can't help but give you one last glance as he finds himself webbing to a wall, swinging away without saying a word.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓🕷️: @queenesther996 //@sukunas-slutty-bitch // @c3f21 // @wydney // @rinnyisnothere // @brieryann // @moisttowllet // @Dee-m-cee // @liliummz // @starhrtz // @daisydark // @randomhoex // @solanawrld // @whore4hobie // @tanakaslastbraincell // @simp4miguell // @nyrovi3 // @my3tumbles // @aziulsworld // @enchantingfoxsparkles // @mancerseedu // @cafehyunji // @personofyou // @mcdvsr // @kopiivie // @ellatienesuscosas // @venuswash3re // @calliarlerte // @pr0wlerpunk // @tzuyuzzs // @wisepoetrycheesecake // @clearskiiiess // @d3atht3hek1d // @vienreina // @pixqlsin // @caulifloweron // @aizawassimpblog // @stvrgrl // @zerosinterweb // @ishqani // @mookiebut // @urmotherswhor3 // @cumbermovels // @asmobeuses

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✎: @Dee-m-cee // @euphorichappiness10 // @adoree-kaelynn // @mhadnirb // @mmst4rz // @iris-theflower // @fleurrieerecs // @kenlani // @kala2022 // @ilyless // @milesmolasses // @laylasbunbunny // @all444miles // @thecoloredpages // @bl00dsuccker // @evacowan // @popeheywardssecretgf // @adoremvney // @anikaluv // @qtdenks

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#‧₊˚✩ — 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒! #spiderman #spiderman into the spider verse #spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miles x reader #miles morales x black!reader #miles morales #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #miles morales x reader #miles morales x black reader #atsv miles morales #‧₊˚✩ — 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒!

[ladykailitha]

The Magic of Christmas Part 7/8

Here we get to the secret relationship as I wanted it to be surprise. Claudia is awesome as usual and Eddie and Steve are too cute for words.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Eddie was feeling a tad grumpy. He was going to be alone for Thanksgiving. Chrissy was going back to her brother’s family for the holiday since both of them weren’t speaking to their parents anymore and even Uncle Wayne betrayed him by accepting dinner with his girlfriend’s family.

“That can’t be allowed,” Steve said when he heard. “Why don’t you join us for Thanksgiving? Dustin would flip if you came.”

Eddie chewed his lip nervously. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude. I could hit up the local buffet if I had to.”

“And risk the long lines, the sick servers, and the risk of food poisoning because they can’t get the food out fast enough?” Steve asked with a raised eyebrow as he counted off the reasons on his fingers.

“You drive a hard bargain, Stevie.”

He laughed. “Plus Claudia is bring her new boyfriend and I need you to distract Dustin so he doesn’t freak out.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, all right. You win. I’ll come to your Thanksgiving. Who’s making dinner? Do I need to bring anything? I’ve got a killer roll recipe.”

“Me and Claudia share the cooking duties most years but because her boyfriend is coming I offered to do the whole thing.” Steve shrugged. “But sure take over the rolls. That’s one less thing I have worry about finding space in the over for.”

“Sweet!” Eddie said jumping up with a whoop. “I’ll even come a little early to be your cooking buddy so that you aren’t slaving away in the kitchen by yourself.”

Steve blushed. “You don’t have to that, Eds.”

“Steve,” Eddie said seriously. “I love your best friends. Robin and Dustin are amazing people that should in no way be allowed anywhere near the kitchen. They would burn it down and you know it.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but he knew it was futile. “Yeah, okay. Dinner is a three so maybe come around one?”

Eddie grinned. “Sounds good, darlin’.”

Steve blushed.

*

Eddie was greet at the door by Claudia with a kiss on his cheek. His own mother had passed away and this amazing woman had decided she was going to adopt any motherless person she found. Robin and Steve didn’t speak to theirs and Eddie had lost his when he was six to cancer. So she had four children as far as she was concerned.

“I’m so glad you’re here, dear,” she muttered. “Steve keeps kicking me out of kitchen. It’s not that I worry he’ll do it wrong, of course!” She waved her hands. “No, I’m worried that he’ll take too much on and wear himself out so he can’t enjoy the meal after.”

Well that was something that Dustin definitely inherited from his mother. The sheer speed at which they spoke. They could get out as much information in five minutes then most people could get in fifty.

“Let me grab those rolls for you,” she continued sweetly. “I’ll just put on the on the side bar.”

Eddie let her take his dish and wandered off in the direction of the kitchen. He found Steve in the cutest pink, frilly apron, hair slicked back with sweat and looking like he had just gotten off of a red-eye flight.

The first thing Eddie did was get Steve a cold beer out of the fridge and pop the cap. He handed it to him.

“Chef gets the booze,” he said with a grin. “Munson family tradition.”

Steve downed half of the bottle in one gulp. “Thanks. I think I like your tradition.”

Eddie chuckled. “As long as you don’t down the entire bottle of red wine used for the gravy, I think booze is the perfect aid for cooking.” He clapped his hands together. “Right, where do you need me?”

Steve started rattling off things that needed to be done and Eddie jumped right in.

Soon they were moving in tandem, just working in perfect rhythm.

Eddie burst out laughing when he heard Dustin tell Robin not go into the kitchen.

“It’s like fucking Swan Lake in there,” he whisper shouted. “I’m afraid if you go in their you’ll break the spell.”

They saw Robin peek in and then squeaked when she them looking back her. She vanished.

Steve shook his head fondly. “You can start stacking things up on the sideboard, Eds. We just have to give this bird time to rest and I’ll carve it up.”

“Sounds good, Stevie!” Eddie said and grabbed the stuffing. Homemade, not that box stuff. It was Claudia’s grandmother’s recipe and she refused to eat anything else.

Eddie was coming out with the candied yams when Dustin came up to him.

“Ma’s boyfriend’s got a nephew that does art, too,” he said. “Maybe you know him!”

Eddie shook his head. “Look, there are some many artists in just Indy alone, there is no wa–”

Just then Claudia ushered in her boyfriend and Eddie’s jaw slammed shut. He patted Dustin on the shoulder and said, “Actually, I take that back, I do know his nephew.”

The boyfriend stopped cold in his tracks when he saw Eddie coming toward him.

“When were you going to tell me, Uncle Wayne,” Eddie said with a low growl, “that you were dating Claudia Henderson?”

Wayne Munson blinked at his nephew a moment, working his jaw as he tried to find the words. Any word would have done in that moment, but Wayne was stunned to silence for the first time in his life since learning that he was now the legal guardian of a very disgruntled eleven year old.

“Hi, Ed,” he managed to say, his voice high and unnatural. “Glad to see you found a place to go for Thanksgiving?”

Eddie folded his arms and tapped his foot. “I know you know who Steve Harrington is and if you’ve been dating Claudia long enough to have her stay at your place while Steve was in London, then you know I knew who they were after Halloween.”

Wayne looked over at Claudia who was staring at him with wide eyes as was Dustin.

“I’ll explain after dinner,” he promised them. Then he grabbed Eddie by the arm and dragged him off to a side room.

“How the hell did you even know this room existed?!” Eddie groused. “I didn’t know this room existed!”

“Look, son,” Wayne said. “I should have said something and it was wrong of me. Especially when I figured it out pretty quick that your Steve was Claudia’s Steve.”

Eddie sighed. “So why didn’t you?”

Wayne scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Because it’s been so long since we didn’t share something. Something that unique to both of us that wasn’t your art. I had a wonderful woman as my girlfriend and you had this sweet mother figure. And it was separate from the other.”

“Only it was the same person,” Eddie said dryly, shoving his hands in his back pocket. Were you never going to introduce us and hope we never found out?”

“No!” Wayne said. “Of course not! I going to tell you at Christmas.”

Eddie glared at him. “When it would be fucking unavoidable as we would both be invited to the Christmas party.”

Wayne ducked his head in shame. “I’m sorry, son. You have to believe that.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and then stomped over to his uncle. He wrapped his arms around Wayne’s shoulders with a heavy sigh.

“You didn’t want to feel obligated to keep dating her because I felt a motherly connection to her, huh?”

Wayne let out a shuddering sigh. “That was a big part of it, too.”

“I’ll go tell them what’s going on and give you a minute to compose yourself,” Eddie said and kissed the top of his head.

He nodded and watched as Eddie slipped back out into the hallway.

Sure enough all of the members of the household were waiting for him.

“Sorry about that,” he told them. “He was just being a little selfish and wanted to keep you guys to himself for a while.”

“That silly man,” Claudia huffed. “I’ll go talk some sense into him, shall I?”

Eddie huffed out a laugh. “Go for it.”

Claudia went into the side room, leaving Eddie with the remaining three.

“We should go eat before all that lovely food gets cold,” Steve said with a smile.

Robin and Dustin went off on a tear, pushing and trying to trip each other so that they were the first in line.

Steve opened up his arms and Eddie fell into them with sigh.

Steve rubbed his back soothingly. “I know you feel a little betrayed right now, and you should. But pretty soon this will just be blip in your relationship and you’ll be able to tease him about insistently.”

Eddie raised his head. “That does sound nice.”

Steve kissed his cheek. “Come on, we better get out there before Robin eats all the stuffing and Dustin eats all the candied yams.”

Eddie gasped and then took off in a dead heat for the dinning room. Steve looked back at the room Wayne and Claudia were in and shook his head fondly.

He was sure everything was going to be just fine.

*

Dinner passed with little fuss and no drama. There was always going to be a little fuss about Dustin taking too much and Steve taking too little, but it worked out fine in the end.

That night they settled in for board games and pie.

“Pie is the one thing I leave to the professionals,” Steve said. “I don’t know where the saying ‘easy as pie’ comes from but they were a damn liar.”

Claudia laughed. “The crust is easy enough, but it’s the baking it so the rim doesn’t burn before the rest of the pie is done that gets me every time.”

“It’s the filling for me,” Steve said. “It’s either dead cold in the center or a goopy melted mess.”

Eddie put his head on the palms of his hands and batted his eyelashes at Wayne. “Uncle, would you like to tell me why you didn’t offer to make your world famous apple pie? As in the one you have won literal awards for?”

Wayne froze. “What pie?”

Eddie continued to bat his eyelashes.

“Snitch,” he groused. “Because I wanted someone else to do the work for a change.”

“I brought gramma’s rolls,” Eddie countered. “You could have made one pie.”

Wayne sighed. He knew he had been defeated. “I’ll bring it for Christmas.” He glared at Eddie. “I can’t believe you sold me out like that.”

Eddie got up and kissed his uncle on the cheek. “Payback’s a bitch,” he whispered in his ear.

Wayne flushed, but didn’t say anything else. He knew Eddie was right.

Dustin turned to Eddie. “You come to Christmas too!”

Eddie and Steve shared a glance.

“Sure thing, bud,” was all Eddie said.

*

Chrissy came up behind Eddie having just gotten back from her brother’s house.

“You’re painting?” she asked. “I thought you had finished the piece for Steve.”

Eddie hummed in agreement. “I tried to get him to stop paying our bills when I told him I finished it, but he said the contract was for six months and while I had completed my side of the bargain, he hadn’t yet. He told me to just have fun until the end of the year. Goof off or work on my own passion projects.”

“That was sweet of him,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “What are you painting?”

“Steve’s Christmas from me,” he answered. “His favorite dragon is a yellow chromatic dragon.”

“Aren’t they all evil?” she asked.

Eddie set down his paint brush and turned in his stool. “Did you ever see that Disney cartoon where knight and the dragon are having tea?”

Chrissy shrugged. “I vaguely remember that.”

“It’s going to be like that,” he said. “Instead of fighting the knight and the dragon are sitting down and having tea.”

“That’s cute!” she said. “He’ll love it.”

He blushed. “That’s the hope.”

***

Part 8

Don't be too hard on Uncle Wayne, it's hard being a single parent even if they've already moved out. He was stupid, but it wasn't malicious.

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[kurooo-is-here]

hiii hello hiiiii i'm back with some more writing :3

writing for: Arven, Drayton, and Kieran

genre: selfship (x reader)

here are my general character interpretations of these three!

Arven:

loyal to a fault, because he's got abandonment issues. he never had anyone there for him besides his mabostiff, so he wants to be there for you.

his love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service. he'd visit you even if you were on the other side of the world.

he's an early bird. wakes up fairly early in the morning (~6 AM to 7 AM) to do meal preps and feed mabostiff. this comes with its perks though! you get to hear his deep morning voice and see his hair messy. :>

he secretly loves stargazing. to him, there's nothing better than sitting under the stars, hearing the outdoor ambience of the night.

he's super caring towards his pokemon! he feeds them on time and gives them extra love and treats.

speaking of food, he's got tons of recipes to share. he can make a KILLER mac and cheese. also, he absolutely wears aprons that have cute pokemon designs on them.

unironically describes his mood with food flavors. says he's feeling "sour" when he's upset, or "sweet" when he's excited.

he's like.... a puppy..,, he'll follow you anywhere and guard you when others try to steal you away..... (can you tell he's my favorite)

Drayton:

lowkey possessive. not just of you, but of things he's attached to. everything from his pokemon to the comfortable school life he's grown so fond of. he wouldnt trade them for the world.

his love languages are quality time and physical touch. he's a guy who loves cuddling and hanging out. he'd probably fall asleep with you while watching an hour-long youtube video about obscure 3ds game lore.

can't cook for shit!! he will literally just buy instant noodles and microwaveable meals because its easy and convenient LMAO

he doesn't like going out since he's lazy, but he's absolutely down to go shopping if its for snacks. he knows all the best ones.

he loves to battle! partly because he likes showing off how strong he is, but also because he thinks of it as a way to destress.

you'd think for being so lazy he wouldn't practice self-care, and this is mostly true-- but he definitely takes good care of his pokemon. that duraldon he traded you? make sure to keep it clean, it likes being polished every now and then. his flygon? it loves spicy foods. oh, and make sure to trim the scales on his dragonite every week. it gets a little moody otherwise.

he's the king of "this image/video is really funny but why do you have so many of them" over texting. he has a whole stash of silly images.

Kieran:

he gets anxious pretty easily, but he's usually more relaxed around you. he's also not used to receiving compliments, and will absolutely get shy and embarassed if you compliment him.

his love languages are words of affirmation and giving gifts! he gifted you an applin that one time, but he also shares his candy with you. what a sweetheart 🥺

speaking of sweets, he likes hard candies and chocolate! his fav chocolate is white chocolate. (conversely, carmine likes dark chocolate the most.)

gets both nervous and excited when he battles you. he hopes to win, but he also just wants to have fun!

he likes to listen to music when he needs to concentrate. it's good background noise, and more importantly, he is absolutely bopping his head to those tunes.

he likes alternative and indie rock music, plus edm and lofi. his playlist may or may not have a few "edgier" songs too, like "Gasoline" by Halsey and "Sarcasm" by Get Scared.

he absolutely had a nightcore phase.

regarding cooking, he prefers to get food from restaurants rather than cooking at home. he's not super confident in his cooking skills, but he isn't the worst at it either. (looking at you, drayton...)

he doesn't really understand internet culture since he doesn't have a phone. you might have to teach him about it yourself out of pity, because he gets so confused when people start saying they're getting "rizzed up" or something...

bro is absolutely autism-coded (speaking as someone with autism) and he hyperfixates sooo easily. he'll get obsessed with something for weeks and infodump to you constantly, and he definitely loses sleep over his interests. he's so shy about doing this with anyone else, so please lend an ear when you can. 🥹

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[leggerefiore]

Joltiks delivering chocolate to Emmet: The Sequel. Now with a much shorter wait time because S/O sent the Joltiks to the younger twin while everyone is at home. They learned their lesson from last year and will not send the tiny spiders out for three days and nights this time around, brave and willing their arachnid children may be. (They will still get fed lots of batteries because cute babies)

cw: fluff, valentine's day fic,

pairing: Emmet/Reader

You sighed at the cute packaging of the chocolate. Some speciality store in Castelia had caught your eye with their cute, stylised offerings that set them apart from the generic boxes around the stores you had popped in. Notably, the cute image of a Joltik in a little red chequered apron with a chef hat was hard to say no to. The chocolates inside were themed around the little spiders, too. Even if the packaging was not as cute and distinct as it were, you knew the sugar glutton that Emmet would never dare reject such nice chocolates. The few you had sampled in the store proved that these were more than worth their off-putting price tag.

Plus, you had managed out a better plan this year than the catastrophe of the previous one. There shall not be poor Joltiks creeping desperately towards the station in search of their Subway Boss. No, this time you were sending them on their perilous quest to the other side of the apartment. You had bought little matching outfits to the mascot on the chocolate box as well. The group of Joltiks looked almost too cute to just send off, yet you must.

Giving the small, brave group their package, you sent them off from the bedroom to the living room, where Emmet was currently wrestling around with his Eelektross. The cluster of spiders crept away steadily with the delivery, both determined and quiet. You sat down on the bed and looked at the napping Galvantula with a sigh. She would not wear her costume, sadly.

Moments passed with little change. Silence besides the occasional Eelektross cry and chuckle from Emmet. You waited impatiently, foot tapping on the hardwood nervously.

Then, a gasp. No more wrestling. A coo from Emmet. You peered out from the bedroom.

Emmet knelt down before your brave delivery men, staring at their little costumes and offerings with bright eyes. He took the chocolate box away from them tentatively and cooed even more. The chocolate was put aside, much to your surprise, as he picked up the group to ogle at them. Their little costumes were simply too cute to him. Oh, how he had wished to think to dress them up more. A few kisses were laid upon the little sweeties' heads before he returned to the chocolate.

He opened the lid to find your card inside alongside the sweets. It was open and read over silently. His smile grew ever wider at the tender words you had written inside, expressing your joy about having been in this relationship for so long with him. Just as you expected him to finally go in for the chocolate, his eyes glanced at the door you were peeking out.

“Hi, darling,” he cooed out and crept closer, “Thank you verrrrry much for the gift! I hope you like yours, too.” Emmet opened the door and suddenly pulled you into a tight hug. He even dared spin you around before pressing a soft kiss upon your lips. “I am sad it will not be as cute as yours,” he sighed and nuzzled his nose against your own.

You could only wonder what he got for you in eager anticipation.

~

To your surprise, he had been deeply unsure as to what to get you. He had asked Elesa but felt unsure of her answer. Emmet was not one to give in, of course. He desperately searched all over for anything that he thought could make you happy.

You gasped at the gift. It was unexpectedly something that you had mentioned a few times in passing to him. Wrapping your arms around him, you, too, pulled him in for a tight hug and peppered his face with kisses. Your Emmy proved himself as the strangely attentive man he was once again. He felt giddy that he had impressed you and took on a smug expression.

Valentine's Day this year truly was a success.

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[enhastolemyheart]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 [𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃] — LEE HEESEUNG

PAIRING | bf!heeseung x fem!reader

GENRE | est. relationship, idol!au

WARNINGS | mentions of food, reader gets scared (but not really lol), hee and reader whipped for each other nothing new lol, sharing of the same utensil, mildly suggestive in the end (depends on how you look at it), proofread but please do tell me if there are any mistakes.

PROMPTS USED | give them a taste of your own meaL, with your own cutlery, by own hand (this is not my prompt, I saw this somewhere and thought that it would be a cute fic to write with, so creds to the original person!!) and no this is not requested!

WORD COUNT | 1.5k +

A/N | help why does this fic theme look the same as my Niki one??!?!? like- it was so unintentional😭😭 anyways, IM BACK and I’m here with a fic for you guys, yes just for you. Hope you guys like it, it took me literally weeks to write, cus I was so busy but it’s here!! Request if you have any ideas, I’m always open to it. Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated!! I also wanna dedicate this to @hee-pster idek if she will ever read this but it’s her fics that make me very delulu abt hee 😩😩 Enjoy!!

It showed 8:00 pm on the clock above your dresser. You had made plans with your boyfriend today. He would finally get a day break and today from his busy schedule, he decided to come over to your place and stay the night over. 

You got out of your bed, your neck and back hurting as you stretched. Your muscles have cramped because of the vile position you've been sitting in for the past three hours inside your little ‘cocoon’ of your bedroom. 

You trode over to the closet, opening it and looking for a hoodie to wear. It's like after you leave the comfort of your blankets, you suddenly feel way too cold. You grab your boyfriend's hoodie and wear it, the fabric swallowing you whole. 

You exit the room and make your way to the kitchen. Wanting to make a hearty meal for your beloved Heeseung, you look up a recipe for a simple white sauce pasta. You get all the ingredients, lay out all of the needed equipment for the said pasta. You put on an apron and get started.

Meanwhile, Heeseung is on his way home, their manager taking him to your place. His headphones are in his ears, blasting some music from the playlist he made to listen to when he was reminded of you. His eyes are closed, thinking about what to do for the night with you before finally hitting the bed. His fingers acting like little drum sticks as they tap to the beat flowing through his ears. 

Once he reached your door, he took out his –your– keys (you gave him a spare in case of any emergencies), and opened the door leading to your humble abode. 

He walked into the kitchen to be met with you in front of the stove observing the boiling pasta. To an outsider, it looked like you were having an intense staring contest with the food in front of you.

He softly smiles to himself before scurrying his way over to you and wraps his arms around your waist, face giving you a peck on the cheek before looking at you. You tensed before him because of the contact but immediately melted into his touch. 

You put one hand over his and the other softly stroking his cheek, "you scared me hee, I didn't see you walk in."

He chuckles while moving his hands to either side of your hips, "I used the spare keys you gave me. Plus, your reaction was cute when you got startled." 

His attention turns to the food that's being made on the stove, "what're you making?" He takes a look at the pasta over your shoulder that is close to being done.

"Since I have you to myself for the whole day tomorrow starting from now, I decided to make something different for us. Think of it as a 'I'm proud of you for working so hard’ treat." You turn around in his arms and look at him with sincerity in your eyes. 

His hold tightens on you and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before cupping the side of your jaw in a gentle but firm hold, “well thank you very much, my love.” He smiles as he leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead. You smile up at him, pressing your chin into his broad chest. He lightly chuckles and then swoops down to give you a kiss. you wrap your arms around his waist and his going around your shoulders. 

“You look very pretty in my hoodie by the way,” he says as he looks at you, winking.

You let out a soft chuckle with a small roll of your eyes as you pull away, not letting Heeseung see you with your cheeks burning, because you know he would tease you about it. getting out of his hold, you glance at the pasta and seeing that it’s done, you turn off the stove. You make a step towards the island of your kitchen, Heeseung watching you intently while leaning against the island beside you facing the stove. You roll up the sleeves of your hoodie and turn to your man beside you, “want to help me make the sauce?” He turns himself around and looks at the white sauce recipe displayed on your phone on the side.

“Of course I would love to help y/n.” he says as he rolls up the sleeves of his crewneck. You ask him to get the flour as you put the butter in the pan and as it melts, you request him to add in the flour in the needed measurement. He does so, and you add the milk next. You start to mix the components together till it should turn creamy.

Heeseung wraps his arms around your torso and glides his palms inside your hoodie, his hands resting against your skin giving you warmth. He also leaves little packs on your bare shoulder, at the skin where the hoodie is too loose to cover. You let out a little smile at the little gesture. Your man has always been the one to communicate using physical gestures, he believes that actions speak louder than words. 

“Here, let me help.” Heeseung says as he tries to take the spatula from your hand, to which you just shake him off, “no it’s okay Hee, go rest.”

He smacks his lips as he takes the spatula from your grip with more effort, “no, let me help please.” you mutter a fine, only because your hand was getting tired. You let him take the cooking tool and he steps in your place before he starts to stir the mixture again. You watch him intently from the side, with a grateful smile on your face. You rest your head against his bicep as you watch him stir. He looks down at you with a smile, kisses the crown of your head before going back to work.

 * * *

Heeseung helps you by setting up the table and even offers to carry the hot steaming pot with the delicious Italian delight that you both had made together.

Seated across each other at the table, you serve some pasta on his plate before serving for your own. You gather some of the pasta on your fork, blowing in it to cool it down a bit before lightly holding Heeseung's chin as you feed him the pasta with the other hand. He takes it in with a big bite, looking at the ceiling as he eats, bursts of flavour dancing in his mouth before he takes a sip of water. 

“How was it? Does it need salt or something? Do you not like it?” 

He looks at you with a fond look on his face, chuckling lightly at your worry, “no love, it’s perfect.”

“Don’t lie.” you squint your eyes while pointing your fork at him.

He chuckles, his eyes molding into crescents, “well if you don’t believe me then try for yourself.” he gathered some pasta on his fork before feeding it to you. Your eyes widen as you chew, the food actually tasting good. You look at your boyfriend with the biggest grin and he reciprocates, he loves seeing you so happy no matter what the situation is.

"Wait, this stuff is actually good!” you exclaimed. Heeseung just laughed heartily at your antics, whipped. He raises his hand up, you reciprocating, giving a high-five, intertwining your fingers before letting go.

“I know right, I could eat your pasta everyday.” Heeseung says with his mouth full while pointing to the masterpiece you have made on his plate with the fork.

* * *

You both are cuddling on the couch, you lying down on your back and him lying on top of you, head nestled into the area where your neck meets your shoulder. You wrap your arm around his shoulder while the other one is in your boyfriend's hands, him playing with your ring clad fingers absentmindedly. 

“Thank you for the meal y/n.” he squeezes your hand in his as he looks up at you. You look into his eyes, the very chocolate ones that you often found yourself lost in.

you give him a small peck, “you’re welcome hunny.”

“That’s it? want more.” he pouts.

You chuckle at your cute boyfriend before leaning in again. You kiss him and as you pull away, he swoops back in for more, resulting in wet yet sweet pecks all over your face and neck, making you laugh.

He smiles even brighter in his kisses after hearing your angelic laugh, his favourite melody in the world that he can never get tired of. 

“I love you y/n”  You look up at him as he hovers over you, eyes gleaming and spilling out all the love he can’t express in words, same with yours.

“I love you Hee.” He leans in, giving you a deep, intimate kiss. Sticking your foreheads together after pulling away. He suddenly smirks and detaches from your hold, you raise you eyebrow at him, questioning him in silence.

He yanks you up and throws you over his shoulder, making his way to your shared bedroom. The gesture makes you squeal as you ask what he was doing. 

he laughs, “I’m going to show my girlfriend how much I love her.”

A/N | thank you so much for reading! again requests are open, so is the taglist!! send an ask or comment to be added! see y'all next time!

PEACE AND LOVE <333

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[cherrypeaking]

allow me to paint a picture for you

titty obsessed tyun comes home to his pretty gf (chubby!reader) in a frilly little apron, making cookies. the whole apartment smells sweet and he’s eyeing you up like you’re a dessert yourself because god damn do you look good in that apron. cute little sundress underneath, plush thighs wide open for his eyes to roam. cute tummy squeezed into the confines of the tight little apron (that he totally didn’t purposefully buy a size too small so he could come home to a sight exactly like this one day) boobs barely fitting in the apron, falling out the sides cus they’re just so big and beautiful, and all for him <3

i feel like tyun would nearly pass out and then contemplate between bending you over right against the kitchen counter or teasing you for the rest of the night before he gets to the main course…

the txt x chubby!reader brain rot is real today 😔

anon!! omg so sorry it took me a while to reply but this was such a good ask on its own that i was struggling to add anything?? LIKE ITS SO GOOD 😭😭😭🩷🩷🩷

i agree the txt x chubby!reader brainrot is real, always, i think having more of these can only be a great thing plus omg taehyun with his pretty princess <333 that he keeps dressing up with clothes too small for her aaaah ;////; what a little perv… 🥺🩷

please the description alone makes my own brain short circuit so idk how taehyun would react like he’d literally evaporate he’d be thinking of all the other naughty outfits you could be wearing that would be a size too small and imagining the way your soft skin almost bursts out of the clothes…

i’m assuming you’re baking cookies for him in an apron + your clothes but i can only figure taehyun has already wanted you to just wear the apron, especially if it’s a size too small… like your cute bottom and the back of your thighs and legs being on full display just for him <33 aaaah he wants to touch you everywhere 😳🩷

he’d come behind you and whisper into your ear “my, my, baby… what are you doing in such little clothing?” before tracing a line with his fingers down from the back of your knee to your buttcheek so he can cup it or give it a slight little slap.

you hiss, never knowing what to expect from your boyfriend… some days he wants to take it slow and tease you like crazy… other days it’s too hard for him to resist you and all he wants is to fuck you against the kitchen counter…

the cookies can wait…

honestly you all never stop giving me these like i love these so much ;////; thank you so much anonie 🩷

#anon <333 #taehyun x reader #taehyun smut #taehyun hard hours #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun x y/n #taehyun x you

[134340am]

breakfast hours

61. surprising your lover from behind, smacking a kiss on their cheek

bakugou katsuki x gn!reader, 1.1k words, sfw + cw food

in magazine interviews, you often said you wouldn’t trade your job as a pro-hero for the world. 

and there’s some truth to that statement, despite it being something planted in your mouth by your public relations specialist—because ensuring the safety and protecting the smiles of all the citizens in Japan is a worthy, meaningful job. 

but saying you wouldn’t trade heroism for a few lazy weekend mornings here and there was a complete lie.

you miss everything about them—sleeping in till whenever, getting roused by the gentle sunlight that warms your room through your thin curtains, waking up at your own pace. lazing in bed while scrolling through your social media, taking a long shower, changing into something that wasn’t your hero costume for once.

and the best part of every morning: breakfast, no longer a necessity but a privilege. sometimes superheroes skip breakfast too—and having to get up at the crack of dawn every single day has ruined your appetite in the mornings. even the thought of chomping down on some plain crackers and water already has your stomach churning in discomfort.

but while slow weekends as a pro-hero were hard to come by, weekends with your pro-hero boyfriend are even rarer. you can count on one hand the number of times you had the privilege of waking up next to him after the sun had gone up. and most times, unlike the cute couple pictures you see on pinterest or instagram, there aren’t any elaborate breakfast spreads or sweet cuddles to look forward to—only soft complaints of it being too bright, can’t sleep or the traffic downstairs being too fuckin’ loud or it being too early for us to be awake, damn it.

today was an exception.

today, you and katsuki managed to sync up on a rare weekend off, and he was making the most of it—the hour hand on your kitchen clock has barely reached the number eight, and katsuki already has a pot of miso soup going on the stove, rice steaming away in the rice cooker, and various vegetable side dishes all lined up on the dining table.

safe to say, you were beyond impressed when you get up and see the spread. 

katsuki’s focused on rolling up tamagoyaki in his favourite frying pan, another eye trained on the salted mackerel grilling away in the corner, so he doesn’t hear the sound of your slipper-clad feet padding up to him. in an instant, you have your arms circled around his waist, smacking a loud muah! to his cheek which had him jumping away from you instantaneously.

“what the— don’t do that! i’m cooking and there’s hot oil here! plus i nearly broke the stupid omelette—” he’s rambling away now, sparing you a second-long glare before he’s ushering you towards the dining table. “sit down and wait, shrimpy. don’t touch anything.”

you only giggle at his concern and his scowling grumpy face that held no real malice. it was hard to be serious around him when he was wearing one of your aprons—a well-worn, kitten-patterned one that was far different from his usual all-black fashion, and you only laughed harder when you spotted his butt crack peeking out of his low-hung sweatpants when he turned around and stomped back into the kitchen.

a quick glance at the clock—almost eight now—told you that you would typically be finishing up patrol by now. but today, you indulge in the privilege of watching your grumpy boyfriend perfect his tamagoyaki roll for you—because he has standards to uphold in this house. 

at eight a.m. sharp, katsuki rounds the dining table with your breakfast: a slab of grilled mackerel, miso soup with a generous helping of tofu cubes bobbing in it, golden-yellow tamagoyaki, and steaming hot rice ladled into your favourite bowl. 

you take in the spread before you, a traditional breakfast that was worlds different from the stale granola bars you’d chuck in your bag on the way out the door. despite it being made of simple ingredients, you could feel the love and effort katsuki put into cooking for you, evident in the careful way he rolled up your omelette and the extra cubes of tofu in your soup.

“thank you for the meal, katsuki.” you beamed over at him, genuinely giddy with happiness. it wasn’t everyday that you got to share a homely meal with your lover first thing in the morning, and the bare domesticity of it comforts you in a way you couldn’t explain,

“thank you for not getting in the way,” he bites back sarcastically, but the look he shoots you is fond and filled with longing. like he’s hungry too, not just for food, but for this very moment. who knows when will be the next time you can have breakfast together again?

the pair of you clasp your hands together in front of your chests. “itadakimasu.”

you pick up your chopsticks, mouth already watering. you sink your teeth into the pillowy fluffiness of your favourite tamagoyaki, a delighted hum falling from your lips at the savoury, juicy taste. you can detect a hint of dashi broth in the roll—just the way you liked it, and your heart warms at the thought of katsuki remembering that little tidbit.

i’m so happy i could die now, you think to yourself, stuffing rice into your mouth.

CLUNK!!

fuck, didn’t actually mean that.

your eyes meet katsuki’s immediately, alarmed by the unnaturally dull, heavy sound that reverberated through the room. 

“‘fuck was that?” katsuki asks through a mouthful of fish, just as confused as you. 

silence. your ears stay pricked, listening for any other sound that was out of place on this serene saturday morning. 

silence. your concerned expression mirroring that of katsuki’s.

silence. the faint, faraway rush of traffic and birds.

then another startling CLUNK!!, exponentially louder now, and you and katsuki were out of your seats within seconds.

a quick scan of the horizon from your window very quickly revealed the cause of the suspicious sound: what looked like a metal-wielding quirk-user gleefully dropping orbs of metal from the high-rise building across yours.  

“that fucker— littering is prohibited,” katsuki growls beside you, already rushing off to get his gauntlets. 

“since when did you care about the rules, baby?” you ask, hot on his heels.

“i care about my damn breakfast. i’ve been waiting for this the whole week.”

“ha, same.” 

you shoot a mournful look back at your plates, barely touched and still steaming hot. “think we can get back here before the food gets cold?”

“i don’t think so, shrimpy.” katsuki smirks, ever-confident. “i know so. let’s go.”

a/n: take this as an apology for the angsty piece i uploaded recently hehe. thank you for reading!

(series masterlist) (masterlist)

#bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou fluff #bnha fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou x you #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bnha #yuna writes #a hundred different kisses writing game

[casualheizouenjoyers]

coffee shop || genshin hcs

venti, kazuha, tighnari, and heizou in coffee shop scenarios 

venti - barista

works morning shifts

every day you come into your favorite coffee shop

and everyday venti plays the most random selection of music

It goes from an upbeat pop song to a classical song played on the piano to a rap song to a heavy metal song to a-

I think you get the point

always doodles on your cup and puts hearts around your name

you once asked him what kind of coffee he likes to drink

man responded with the most complicated order ever

plus it had like

six shots of espresso in it

( no wonder he’s so peppy in the morning )

if come into the shop in a bad mood, he will do whatever he can to make you feel better

he always makes sure you leave the coffee shop with a smile on your face

heizou - customer 

he always comes in during the most random times

to be fair, he’s normally busy solving cases

you’re his favorite barista because your drinks apparently taste the best

you tell him its because its made with love

he’s always subtly flirting with you

you originally didn’t pick up on it until one day he asks you out and you realize he was flirting with you the whole time

it’s fine he thinks your obliviousness is cute

you thought it was a little embarrassing 

he tends to ask you to surprise him when it comes to your drink

other than that, he likes oat milk vanilla lattes

once you started dating he took his coworkers to your coffee shop just to point you out to them and swoon over you

kazuha - barista

works in the evenings

probably does closing shifts

because he works later in the day, he doesn’t get as many customers

pulls a stool up to the cash register and writes poetry when there’s no one there

knows your order by heart and makes it a few minutes before you come in

always happy to chat with you

literally the cutest

normally has his sleeves rolled up and wears a little black apron

prefers hot coffee to iced coffee

likes white chocolate mochas

beidou once visited him during the time you normally came in

and not so subtly whisper yelled asking him if you were the person he keeps talking about

the next day he writes his number onto your cup

tighnari - co worker

you & tighnari have worked at the same coffee shop for a while

you are extremely devoted to coffee making

and tighnari? 

hes just trying to get side money so he can pay for college

so you’re a little pissed when he gets the manager position, and you don’t

you’re not mad at him but

you cant help but get a little snappy when you work with him

you get a little surprised when he comes back at you with the same energy

his go to drink is a plain black coffee 

“You can’t even steam milk properly, Nari!” “Sorry, I don’t take criticism from someone who isn’t even a manager, “ 

sometimes he brings his little sister collei and she sits at a nearby table and does her homework

he turns a blind eye when you sneak her pastries from the displays 

is genuinely so soft for you he just wont admit it to you

#genshin impact #heizou shikanoin x reader #kazuha kaedehara x reader #tighnari x reader #venti x reader #genshin x reader #genshin hcs #ameno baristas <333 #heizou headcanons #venti headcanons #kazuha headcanons #tighnari headcanons #tighnaris is based on a real life story lmaoo #piers writes

[saksukei]

iwaizumi boyfriend hcs

masterlist | others: ushijima tanaka oikawa tsukki kageyama kuroo

he fainted when he heard you reciprocated his feelings because hello!!!! oikawa gets all the love and he's just on the side ya know??? and noW THERES YOU

the type to stare at you and then get red when you catch him omg he's like a lil love bug

pet names he uses for you are ‘babe’ ‘honey’ ‘bubs’ ‘bun’ YES IWAIZUMI CALLS YOU HIS LITTLE BUN IDC

he absolutely melts when you call him a pet name like ‘babe’,,,, internally he's thinking “YES IM YOUR BABE!!!!”

dates consist of going to parks,, gyms,, having street food late night,,,, going to the beach,,, him helping you with little errands like going to the grocery store,, will absolutely buy you pads or tampons,,

absolutely the type of guy to take you to a ferris wheel and shyly ask if he can kiss you at the top [I don't make the rules]

HAVE YOU EVEN LOOKED AT THIS BEEFY BITCH??? he loves LOVES carrying you so much,,, like he'll literally throw you over his shoulder and walk around pretending it's nothing

he loves holding hands with you,, and kissing your hands,, it's just that they're so delicate and so small compared to his :(

please. please wear his jacket. and waTCH THE EGO BOOST HE'LL BE SO HAPPY OMG and oikawa will be like wh-

he considers himself the luckiest guy on the planet for having someone like you,,,

idk why but his laughter is so nice,, like it's comforting,,, and warm,,, and it feels so homey,,, like maybe when you come back home tired after work,, you’ll smell food in the kitchen,, and he's standing there wearing this pink apron,, and he's like “babe, dinner’s almost ready!!”

he loves it when you snuggle into him,, especially while sleeping,,, he just smiles because you mean a lot to him,,,

on tough days,, he just buries his face in your lap and wants you to play with his hair,,, it makes him feel so much better

if you're in a bad mood,,, first off, he'd be ready to deck the mf that made you upset and second,, he's there, ready with food, cuddles, movies– you name it he has it

also carries a pack of bandaids and stuff for you in his backpack in case you ever get hurt but he doesn't tell you [oikawa found out about it and was teasing him so iwaizumi gave oikawa the ass kicking of his life]

fights I'd say aren't that common,, but iwaizumi tends to get angry whenever you aren't taking care of yourself, or you're hurt,,,, you're very dear to him and he can't see you in pain,,

if he's super angry, he'll give you the silent treatment and might even go out to cool off,, once he's okay, he's back in your arms,, apologizing and telling you why he's worried for you,,,

he takes so many secret pictures of you omg omg omg omg omg LIKE HIS GALLERY IS FILLED WITH PICTURES OF YOU and whenever he's missing you,,, he goes through his gallery,,,

iwaizumi’s favorite thing is to just play with your hair,, he loves it so much but also when you play with his hair >>>

he sends u pictures of things he thinks you might find cute like kittens,, and oh my god!!! imagine him sending you a picture of a cute little ladybug,,, it's adorable!!

and somehow this giant beefy man attracts butterflies as well?? like imagine a butterfly sitting on his nose!!!

plus he's also the type of guy that will absolutely wake up at 3am to kill a cockroach for you or at least pick it up and take it outside

also also oikawa?? a huge part of this relationship but aside from you and oikawa teaming up to be a pain in iwaizumi’s ass,, oikawa tells you a lot about iwaizumi and vice versa,,, [also some lies purely for shits and giggles]

like the time he lied to iwaizumi that you think ushijima is super hot

and iwaizumi was like tHAT MFER IM ABOUT TO SPIKE HIS FACE INTO THE GROUND– and you had to literally tell him that dude OIKAWA IS LYING

iwaizumi hates it when u go with oikawa cause he knows that he's going to have a serious headache by the end of it,, but he's also thankful to oikawa because oikawa can knock some sense into iwaizumi if this beefy man is acting stupid [on a rare occasion tho]

ps. he's straight forward about stuff, not like fluffy stuff,,, he's SHY ABOUT WANTING CUDDLES but straight forward enough to tell you that you're one of the most important things that happened to him and he couldn't imagine his life any other way,, sigh iwa chan 10/10

#haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #iwaizumi hcs #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi headcanons #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi haijime x reader

[demonslayedher]

I HATE COOKING SO MUCH. This recipe, although not a horrendous failure like my last tempura experiment, took me over three hours. But I feel Inosuke has been waiting patiently, and I had been gifted some fresh udon to use, so it was finally time to attempt Best Boar's favorite dish.

As learning the recipe from just about anywhere but me will probably give you better results on Shrimp Tempura (aka Ebi Tempura, Ebi-Ten), I instead present my experience on this experiment, as well as some scattered thoughts and headcanons about Inosuke that I haven't developed in posts of their own.

Let me start by saying that prep was a huge pain and I remember why I so rarely cook shrimp. At least in Japan, if you're buying them raw, you typically have to remove the shells and veins yourself. This process, which I generally followed by this recipe (with photos but in Japanese), took me forever.

However, doing my other prep in advance (besides the udon, which would come last, and this also took forever because I have only one gas stove top) made the more stressful parts and parts when my patience ran thin go a lot smoother.

Speaking of prep, I have so many Kimetsu or Kimetsu-esque items that I like to pick those out to wear in accordance with whatever kitchen experiment I'm suffering through. Keeps me motivated, you know? And for this, I wanted to give myself an extra dose of patience for the hard work and good luck in having successful results by bringing in a touch of Aoi. To be a little more neat while cooking, I meant to use my blue butterfly hair accessories from this Closet Play to put my hair up in buns instead of twin tails, but... but I could only find one!! Nooo! The cute look I had in mind would had gone with my blue apron so nicely too, nooooo! I had to use my pink & green butterfly hair accessory on the other side...

It only occurred to me when I was washing dishes hours later that I should had just gone with Hisa's look. Doing old person stage makeup is tons of fun, after all! And the Gibson-style hair looks fun too! Plus, I like how Hisa-san talks, I wish I had someone to light sparks on my back and wish me "go bu-un wo" whenever I go off to work. I wish I had an old Baaba to make food like tempura for me in the first place.

Speaking of Aoi though... One thing that I always come back to in thinking about InoAoi is how you can never totally view in a vacuum from TanKana. While I didn't plan it this way, I've made a couple InoAoi fanarts that use TanKana as the premise, with whatever developments are taking place between Tanjiro and Kanao being an impetus for developments between Inosuke and Aoi. If you think about it in terms of the timeline, both Tanjiro and Kanao mean a lot to both Inosuke and Aoi before they come to mean something special to each other (if we interpret the start of their affection for each other coming at Chapter 204 and later). Aoi of course has had a long and complex relationship with Kanao and will continue to be very close with her as they co-inherit the Butterfly Mansion, and Tanjiro had a very significant emotional impact on her with his offer to take her feelings to the battlefield (plus, Tanjiro was a likeable person long before Inosuke was, at least in terms but being someone Aoi might find endearing instead of annoying or just another active Corp member to see on their way). In Inosuke's case, Tanjiro is someone whom he is highly attached to, and he had a deep bonding experience with Kanao unlike any experience he ever had, or ever will have with Aoi. As neither Inosuke nor Aoi have shown much inclination toward romantic relationships, I have to imagine that when they both are starting to pine for each other but don't know what to do about it, they always find themselves looking to Tanjiro and Kanao for some clue. Ultimately, that probably won't get them far, though. I like to think they'll find their own clumsy way of getting to the point where they truly delight in each other's company and find each other more special than everyone they already care so deeply about. Where was I? Oh yeah. Cooking. Bleh, cooking. Some of the things I prepped in advance were fixings to go with my udon--ginger as a nod to Shinobu, and daikon as a nod to Half-and-Half Haori. That was where the pleasure of cooking stopped as I tore legs and shells off the shrimps and fished their ugly back veins out with toothpicks (Kanao would be so much faster than me at this step, I bet). I also tried to prep the tails as per the instructions, but I don't even eat the tails. I should had just chopped them off!! Another step to prep them for tempura and make them longer and straighter is to cut several lines across their bellies. Although they looked nice and flat at the time, mind gradually started to curl back up anyway, so my advice is, I don't know, mutilate them. Don't cook with shrimp in the first place. I don't know. I decided not to take a photo of my cutting board after this step of the prep because it was gross and ugly. But, here are the shrimp before getting covered with salt to sit for about ten minutes:

And after they got a nice wash and dry (this much, I can do):

Still... so... unappetizing...

Speaking of, I have to wonder about Inosuke's fixation on tempura. Also in the light novels, we see that he took a liking to tempura while staying at Hisa-san's place, and when he couldn't remember what it was called, she could figure it out very easily by his simple description of the stuff in a coat. Inosuke, used to eating food however he can get his hands on it, has a wide enough familiarity with food names that he probably had enough scattered interactions with humans to pick up more of that language than just when he was a toddler hearing poems from an old man and rough language from the old man's grandson (I'll get to them later in this post). But, being used to food on the simple side, Inosuke probably had never eaten food that tasted anything like Hisa-san's cooking; he probably had no idea food could taste as good as tempura.

So anyway. I fried the shrimps.

Some takeaways:

Yes, you should coat the shrimp in all-purpose flour before dipping them in tempura batter. Otherwise the batter won't stick.

Something stressed in every tempura recipe is that you need to use cold water for the batter. Thankfully my water got nice and cold with how long it took me to do all the shrimp prep.

Maintaining oil temperature remains difficult with my kitchen set-up and general fear of frying things.

Ebi-tempura and Ebi-fry are two different dishes. Tempura is difficult for being prone to gluttonous clumps. Although I haven't made it or looked up recipes, I imagine making Ebi-fry would be closing to making katsu with breadcrumbs and stuff. I'm too tried of cooking for today to look it up and see if that's right.

Keeping my workspace clean and organization helps a lot.

So about the old grandpa and his grandson, Takaharu... I'd like to think Inosuke spent the most time with them when he was a toddler, but the visits became less and less frequent as Inosuke got better and better at fending for himself (but that spot was always a reliable place to go for a snack--and company, though he was never conscious that he was looking for this too). One day, I can imagine Inosuke showing up to the house for the first time in a long while, and Takaharu freaks out at the sight of him, like, "Hashibira Inosuke!! Is that you? Who am I kidding, who else would it be? What are you now, seven? Nine?" and then when Inosuke asks where the Crunchy Mochi Old Man is, Takaharu solemnly tells him that his grandfather has died, and he invites Inosuke into the house for the first time, so that Inosuke can pay his respects at his grandfather's altar. After all, whether he saw him like a pet or like a younger, cuter grandson, Inosuke was someone who brought joy to his grandfather in his later years. Inosuke takes this all in and follows, but really doesn't know what to make of all this. Takaharu knows Inosuke would have no idea so he shows him how to ring the bowl and fold his hands in prayer before the altar, which has offerings of very tasty looking food. Inosuke thinks, 'Old men turn to food when they die?' Takaharu, with no idea Inosuke is thinking this, has him sit at the table to eat some of the offerings that were on the table, which Inosuke gobbles. Takaharu goes on to announce that he's getting married, he's going to move into his bride's family home in the village, and there won't be anybody at the house anymore. Inosuke can use for it whatever he wants, it won't be a home anymore, Takaharu's taking the ancestral tablets with him and he's never coming back. Inosuke, used to hanging out in caves like he did with his mother boar, doesn't really make the connection that he could live more like a human in this setting, and doesn't really say anything one way or another to Takaharu the whole time, just stares and wonders about the weird stuff he's saying. Takaharu eventually gets frustrated that Inosuke's just staring at him like he's crazy, he yells at Inosuke that he's the crazy one and always has been, he's probably just gonna trash the house anyway! And then he shoos Inosuke on his way like old times, though Inosuke has an armful of food. It remains lodged in Inosuke's understanding of the world that older generations care for younger generations, giving of their own bodies to support them, just like animals giving milk to their young. If they're really powerful enough to live a really long time, they attain the ability to turn entirely into food, an achievement worthy of respect. Hence, years later, Inosuke assuming Zenitsu's going to eat his Jiichan.

On that note, I finally got to sit down and eat.

I don't think I'll be repeating this experiment. But, after having felt for months that I should attempt it but feeling too afraid to, I'm glad I finally did.

I should make simmered salmon and daikon again instead.

#kimetsu kitchen #hashibira inosuke #kny fandom theories and meta #inoaoi #being in selfie-mode made it look like I am left-handed #no I am not I am very right-handed BUT I have had to perform delicate 'sakura surgery' lately to separate pickled cherry blossoms #weird task yes I know #but I've gotten a lot better at using chopsticks in both hands at the same time to do this #it is a satisfying feeling! #and it makes me think of three-finger Sanemi and left-handed Giyuu

[cayofdreams]

12 Nights of XXXMAS | Day 1: Breeding

Fit for a Princess

Pro-Hero!Deku x Reader

Summary: Upset at your fiance for not being able to come home on time for Christmas Eve, he makes it up to you with a gift only the likes of you could adorn. But now it’s time to fill your princess duties...

Words: 4.6k

Warnings/Tags: mirror sex, breeding, overstimulation, a dash of dumbification

Notes: uhh this was supposed to be like 2k words but then libido existed. Tagging @butterscotchbaku​ because their dom deku supremacy rhetoric has corrupted into my brain cells.

The view of the wintery outside was marvelous from your window. The snow painted the scenery a shimmering white, the various Christmas decorations adorning neighbor’s homes could place you directly into a wonderland, and the kids giggling and playing as they made snow angels under the street lights created the perfect picture of innocence.

Inside your home wasn’t bad either. The fire cracking at the fireplace sounded tranquil for your auditory senses, the Christmas tree in the living room gave you peaceful nostalgia from your childhood, and the smell of the sugar cookies baking in the oven was comparable to a candle from the most luxurious of department stores.

And yet, you were upset.

Or perhaps anger is the more fitting emotion dwelling over you currently. Your lover and recent fiancé, Midoriya Izuku was currently not treating you like the winter princess you deserved to be treated as. At this moment he was out doing patrols and other related hero work instead of tending to your very important needs.

What was even the point of doing all that work if his so-called ‘love of his life’ was sad, frustrated, and alone? It was easy for you to take the holidays off, granted you weren’t the #1 hero, but even still, your fiancé being in such high stature should make it easier to take days like this off, right? Surely, he was doing this to get back at you for something. After-all, he said he’d definitely be home by 4 p.m., and yet here it is closing in at 8:25 p.m, and you’ve yet to see even a text message from the man.

You even went out to get his specially crafted gift this morning so that he’d have something to look forward to on Christmas. And now you were regretting that.  He didn’t deserve anything special from you after pulling a no-show on his own fiancé on Christmas Eve.

*brrrring!* *brrrring!*

“Arf! Arf! Arf!”

The sound of the timer going off alerted you of the cookies being done and temporarily brought you out of your pity session. It also alerted you and Midoriya’s one-year old puppy who was always so excited to hear when it seemed food was ready.

“Calm down, Mighty. You can’t have sugar cookies, remember? They aren’t good for you.”

Quickly wrapping an apron around your waist, you tucked on the oven mitt and carefully placed the cookies from the oven to the kitchen counter.

“Arf! Arf!”

“You are so needy, aren’t you? You look like Izu but you have my personality.” You reached into the cabinet above you to grab the dog treats you stored away. Grabbing two of the biscuits, you bent down to hand them to your puppy. “Here baby, you can have these.”

Satisfied with how happily little Mighty was chopping on the treats, you decided to wait for your own treats to cool before decorating them. Going to sit down on the couch, you grabbed the remote to flick on the television, an attempt at distracting yourself from current frustrations.

A bad decision considering everything broadcasted now seemed to deal with lovers and families coming together for the holidays. The cheery smiles and rosy cheeks on the actors’ faces made you burn with jealousy as you sat fiancé-less in your home.

“Jake! You actually…you actually came back to me for the holidays!”

“Of course, I did Katherine. I wouldn’t miss spending Christmas with you for the world.”

You sucked your teeth at the overly-dramatic displays of affection, deciding to turn off the T.V. all together. Rubbing your fingers along the bridge of your nose, it seemed even Mighty took pity on you, as he jumped on the couch to snuggle his little body into yours. Picking him up and cuddling him into your chest, you fantasized about your fiancé walking through those doors. How he’d pick you up and carry you to the bedroom, peppering kissing along your face and telling you how-

*clink!*

The sound of the door unlocking made your heart jump and Mighty to jump from your arms to run to the door, barking in excitement at who’d soon walk through.

“Heheh~ Hello little Mighty. Did you take care of Y/N while I was gone?”

“Arf! Arf! Arf!”

His tail wagged enthusiastically as Midoriya bent down to rub all around his ears. “You did? Such a good boy.” Standing back up, he looked at your figure still sitting on the couch, arms folded and lips formed into a pout. “I’m sorry I’m late, baby. Some things came up on the way home.” Putting down his gear by the door, he walked into the kitchen, immediately in amazement at the cookies you seemed to bake for him. “You made cookies? They smell so good, can we eat them now?”

Standing up, you hastily walked to the kitchen, grabbing away the pan of cookies before Midoriya could grab one. “No. They aren’t for you.” You placed the pan on the farther end on the kitchen counter, further symbolizing your statement.

Midoriya let out a small giggle, finding a bit of amusement in your bratty displays. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulled you into him before squeezing you into a tight hug from behind. “That’s okay, you look and smell much better than those cookies anyways.” He attempted to kiss you on the cheek, but you moved your head away with a click of the tongue. “Plus, you look so delicious in that apron. I never get to see you look so much like a little housewife.”

You forcefully pulled yourself away from Midoriya’s embrace before placing folded arms once again under your breasts. “Well I’m not a housewife. Or a wife, it seems.”

Finding your comment to hit a bit below the waist, he furrowed his eyebrows at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You huffed out a puff of air, standing there briefly before brushing past him out of the kitchen. “Y/N!” Ignoring his calls, you entered the bedroom and Midoriya heard the loud shut of the door.

Deciding to give you time to calm down, Midoriya let you be as he stripped down to hop in the shower. As the hot water beat down his back, he thought about how to best analyze his current dilemma with you. He was no stranger to your more rebellious attitudes, but it seemed today you were actually pissed at him. And he could admit that you had reason to be.

This was the first holiday that the two of you were to spend together since becoming engaged. You even baked cookies for him. Wearing an apron at that. Given the amount of work you had piled up yourself throughout the year, you never really had the time to show such cute displays of love. You were probably even excited to have a couple days to play a cute housewife for him, and to you, he probably ruined that by not being home for half the day.

But you needed to understand as well. That given his position in society he couldn’t just take days off no matter how special the occasion. It didn’t matter how much previous overtime he worked, or how many villains he’d catch. It didn’t matter how badly he wanted to be home with you. How badly he wanted to have you curled up in his arms, sitting by the fireplace while munching on cookies very much outside the both of yours’ diet. He wanted that just as much as you did, but what he wanted even more was to be a hero. To be your hero. And it’d take sacrifices from the both of you to continue to be that.

As Midoriya stepped out of the shower, he dried himself off with one of the fancy towels you must have recently decorated the bathroom with for the holidays. Chuckling to himself, he put on a pair of pajama pants and went to retrieve a bag that he left under his gear. As he opened the door to the master bedroom, he was met with your curled up back, the light of the phone screen illuminating your side profile.

“You know…it’s still just Christmas Eve, babe.” Midoriya approached the side of the bed, placing the small gift bag on the dresser. “We still have Christmas to spend with each other.”

Continuing to face away from him, you scrolled mindlessly on your phone. “Christmas Eve has the word ‘Christmas’ in it. So that makes it Christmas. Which means you missed Christmas, Izuku.”

“Don’t be like that, Y/N. You’re a hero yourself, so you know how demanding this life is.”

“I-…I know. I just- I just wore something so special today and it doesn’t even matter anymore.”

Wore?

“Doesn’t matter anymore? There’s still a couple hours of Christmas Eve, Y/N.” His words seemed to fall on deafened ears as you stayed silently scrolling on your phone. Sighing, Midoriya pulled out a long black box from the gift bag and held it in his hand. “So, you don’t want your Christmas present?”

His lips curled into a smile at how your head perked up from the mention of a gift. “I was going to wait until the Christmas that is tomorrow but since you’re so upset, I’ll give it to you tonight.” Despite a stern exterior, Midoriya truly thought you were like a puppy. So whiney and mean until you got the treat you felt like you earned. Well today was training day.

“You got me a gift, Izu?” You straightened up to sit on the edge of the bed, curious eyes falling from his shirtless physique to the long black box in his hand. The velvety material informed you that this was no ordinary gift. “What is it?”

“Something only fit for a princess.” Your lips started to match Midoriya’s curled ones as you jumped up and got closer to him. Your hand started to reach for the box before he held away from your reach.

“I said only fit for a princess.”

“I- I am a princess! C’mon let me see it~!”

“I don’t know, Y/N. You didn’t even share any cookies with me…”

“They’re your cookies! All of them! Lemme see, lemme see!”

Midoriya continued to keep the box from your reach, finding your switching between excitement and pouting to be cute. “You said you wore something special, right? And as beautiful as you look in those pajamas, I’m sure that’s not what you were referring to.”

You fiddled with the first button on your top, your facial expression becoming more flustered. “But…I’ve been wearing it for some hours now. I probably wore out that new feel to it…”

“Good. It probably matches your smell now.”

After hesitating for a brief period, you finally undid the first button, slowly continuing to undress yourself. Midoriya watched with a quiet gaze, still clutching onto the box in hand. After unbuttoning the top, you slipped off your pajama pants before sliding off the top, fully revealing your gift to him.

“Wow…” You were wearing a dark green lingerie, specially made in order to hug you in all the right areas. Midoriya could tell by the side cut-outs on your stomach that it was designed to mimic his hero-costume. The lacy garter and its belt accentuated your waist and thighs even more than they naturally did on their own.

But the perfect icing on the cookie was simply your face. The way that even the dim bedroom light seemed to make your e/c eyes glimmer in illumination. How your pouty lips formed the perfect bow. And best of all, how despite that pout, you still seemed to look innocent to him. Most days you looked more sexy or daring. But tonight, despite such erotic attire, to Midoriya you never looked more cute.

“Do you like it…?”

Midoriya put the box down on the vanity, meeting your reply with rough hands that massaged all around your body. The little whimpers that left your lips as he squeezed softly at your laced breasts sounded like carols in his ears. “You really are a princess,… princess.”

“T-That’s what I said. Can I have my gift now…my green-haired prince?”

Midoriya chuckled as he guided you by the waist to stand directly in front of the vanity’s mirror. He hands continued to roam and squeeze around your body as he looked at your reflection. “My princess can have whatever she wants. Just let me see all of you, baby.”

You slowly took the box in your hand, firstly inspecting the exterior. The velvet felt so soft in your hands, a savory compliment with the rough caresses from your fiancé. Carefully opening it, the shimmering of the contents greeted your eyes as Midoriya’s lips greeted the tenderness of your neck.

It was a headband. But not just any headband. An elegant one; fully decorated in the most precious of diamonds. You even recognized the rare diamond cut as being the same kind as the one adorning your ring finger currently. The shine of its beauty bouncing off the dim lamp’s light brought a tear to your eye.

“I figured since you’re my princess, you deserved the finest of crowns.” Midoriya’s hands slipped down your arms to cradle your hands that were clutching tightly on the velvet box. “Should I crown you?”

You silently nodded, wiping a stray tear that streamed down your cheek. Looking into the mirror, you saw your fiancé once again embellish you with diamonds. The bejeweled headband seated snuggly around your head, you couldn’t help but feel like you were truly wearing a crown. “It’s so beautiful, Izuku…” Your eyes shifted to Midoriya’s, who was looking at your reflection with the merriest of smiles.

He pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder before looking back at you. “Only because you’re wearing it, princess.” His hands slid down to your waist, squeezing at your laced flesh. “I think it’s only right for you to do your princess duties now, Y/N.”

You shifted your head sideways to side-eye your fiancé quizzingly. “What do you mean? What duties?”

Midoriya kissed your neck once more as he slid one hand over your lacy garter, into your panties. He slowly rolled his fingers around your folds, pleased with how you were already a little wet for him. He could thank your materialism for that. “It’s only right for you to make an heir.”

“N-No way…”

“You don’t want children with me, Y/N?”

Midoriya’s question rang through your ear as his fingers slickly circled your clit. “You want children with me?”

You felt a puff of air hit your skin as Midoriya softly chuckled at your question. “Well…It’d be a lie to say I haven’t thought of filling you up with puppies. And tonight-“ Midoriya slipped a finger inside your pussy, curving it to graze right against your g-spot. “You looked so damn cute in that apron. If I were home to see you baking cookies in that, you’d already be plump with my future children.”

Midoriya slipped another finger inside, using the pad of his hand to continue stimulating your throbbed clit. “Izu~!” His other hand slithered up to your breast, squeezing and twisting at your nipple from outside its lacy barrier.

“Look at yourself, princess.” Your eyes that had drifted to the vanity’s surface aligned back at their reflection. The headband atop your head shimmered beautifully through the mirror. “Imagine how stretched out that garter will get when your tummy swells with my kid.”

A sinful moan escaped you, the thought of having Midoriya’s children starting to lustily plague your mind. As he continued playing with your sponge like an instrument, you felt your stomach bulge with an oncoming orgasm. “I-Izuku~ ! Gonna cum!” And right on queue it seemed, Midoriya had quickly slipped his fingers out of you, your whine sounding as beautiful as your crown.

“Not yet, Y/N. I researched that its better to cum closer to when a person’s semen is ejaculating inside the womb. It increases chances of impregnation.”

Catching your breath from your failed orgasm, you bent down so your face hovered over the vanity’s surface. With your back elegantly arched, your ass pressed against the hardness of Midoriya’s cock that stood proudly inside his pajama pants. Reaching your hand behind you, you slipped your fingers under the crotch of your panties, pulling them to the side. Your puffy lips looked so soft, and your drenched hole seemed to wait achingly for your fiancé to fill it. “T-Then ejaculate, you nerd~”.  

Licking his lips, Midoriya freed his cock from his pants, giving it a couple jerks as he admired the view of your pussy. Noticing some of your juices were drooling onto the floor, he placed the head of his cock under you, collecting your leaking before rubbing along your folds. He teased you by poking the tip at your clit, relishing in your whine-filled moans that reverberated in his ears. “My princess is so fucking gorgeous.” He slipped the tip in, your entrance now hugging him tightly around the head. “Gonna look even more gorgeous with my child taking up all the room in that tummy.”

As he sunk his cock in, the stinging stretch of it made you impulsively tighten your walls even more around him. “Oh my god- Izuku~!” There was never a time where the thickness of Midoriya’s cock didn’t take you by a slightly painful surprise. When he was half-way in, he paused to check in after your thighs started to quiver. He noticed your lull in breathing as you held your breath in.

“Breathe, baby.” He reached his hand around your thigh to twiddle with your clit. “You need a little help? Don’t worry.” You nodded, succumbing to the onslaught of pleasure brought on by Midoriya’s fingers. “You always struggle to take my cock at first.” The sounds of your moans filled the bedroom as your stretched pussy relaxed around his cock. “But then you end up taking me- “. Feeling you grow slicker with each flick at your clit, Midoriya slowly sunk the entirety of his cock inside you. “-All the way to the hilt.”

His balls softly slapped against your clit and your walls twitched around him. With fingernails scratching against the surface, you looked behind you to meet his lustful green eyes. “You- You’re all the way in?”

He replied with a chuckle before bringing his hand toward your face, squishing your cheeks tenderly between his fingers. “That’s right. Look-“ Guiding your face to look back into the mirror, he started to gently thrust inside you. “Look at how well you’re taking me, baby. My cock fits so snug inside my princess.”

“Ohh shit~ Izuku-!” Midoriya’s increased his pace, his cock seeming to grow even more at how your silky pussy hugged around him. “You’re getting biggerrr~! Feels good!” You started to jerk your hips back to meet his thrusts, now balancing yourself on your forearms that rested on the vanity.

“Are you going to cum? Going to get your womb nice and ready for me?” Midoriya wrapped his scarred hands around the sides of your waist, squishing hard enough for your fat to plunge through his fingers. “Keep looking at your beautiful face in the mirror, Y/N. I want to see and hear you call my name when you cum.”

Midoriya pumped his cock vigilantly inside you while your pussy fluttered pleasingly around him. You looked at yourself in the mirror, in awe at how drunkenly you had become for him. The elegant band that was fit on your head was practically a juxtaposition against your lecherous facial expressions. Your mouth gaped open for delirious moans to pour out, while saliva drooled down your chin onto the vanity. Certainly no proper look for a princess you thought.

As the head of Midoriya’s cock plunged against your spongy sweet spot, your hands gripped at the edge of the vanity, desperate for stability. “Izukuuu…~”

“Go ahead, princess. Please cum for me.”

You tried to keep looking at your reflection but your eyes drifted to the back of your head as the pressure of your orgasm swelled inside your core. “I’m cumming~! Izuku! I’m cumming~!”

The feeling of your pussy convulsing around Midoriya’s cock made him grunt as he reached his own orgasm. His fingernails dug into your flesh, almost breaking skin while his thrusts became more jerky and erratic. “Fuck! Y/N- You feel so good-! Gonna cum inside you-!”

You felt the warm thickness of his cum filling you inside, his cock pulsating with every spurt. He slowly slid in and out of you as he calmed down and his grip around your waist softened. Regaining his breath, he slipped completely out of you, a bit of his cum dripping out as well. He slipped his hands under your chest to stand you up before gently gripping you behind the neck to pull you into a kiss.

The kiss was sloppy and wet as you were too in-the-clouds to pay attention where you moved your tongue. You simply whined as he sucked on the pink muscle, gripping on his bicep to maintain your balance. Midoriya lapped up the drool from your chin before licking at the inside of your mouth again.

Finally separating his lips from yours, he gave a squeeze to your ass before pushing you down on the bed. “Are you ready to be bred, princess?” He cradled his hands under your knees, pushing them up to be positioned by your breasts.

Your eyebrows furrowed, confused at his question. “B-But you just came. You came inside…”

He chuckled as he rubbed the tip of cock along your folds, gathering up the drooly mix of your juices and his seeped cum. “You didn’t think one time would be enough, did you? We have to make sure you get completely filled up, Y/N. Otherwise the chances of you getting pregnant won’t be so high.”

He sunk his cock inside of you again, the new mating-like position making it so his cock aimed directly against your now tender g-spot. The oversensitivity of it make you whine loudly as your hands reactively came up to press against his abs, attempting to slow him down. “Its-! Its too sensitive right now-! Wait a second~”

Midoriya shushed you as he took one of your hands in his, placing it beside your head as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “Ssshh…You’re not supposed to be bratty anymore, remember?” His balls pressed against your ass as he filled you once more all the way to the hilt. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix made a high-pitched moan leave your lips. “You took it so well before, so just do it one more time, okay?”

His hips grinded against yours as he took slow and deep thrusts inside your pussy. The feeling would have been sensual if it wasn’t for your current high levels of sensitivity. You could feel the head of his cock glide against each rib of your pussy’s walls before softly poking your cervix. The fingers that were entangled with your fiancé’s tightened with each thrust. “M-My cervix~ Too fucking big~”

Midoriya leaned down to press delicate kisses around your face, admiring how your moans were now sent directly into his ear. “I’ll be careful, okay? I can move how I want as long as I don’t hit it, right?” You nodded, a bit nervous at the foreshadowing question.

Midoriya straightened his torso, his hands finding their place back on your thighs as he put all nearly all his weight on you. Taking his cock almost entirely out of you, he quickly submerged it back inside, making sure to stop before he hit your wall. Although not reaching your cervix, he still made sure to properly grind against your g-spot, making your pussy even soppier than before.

His cock plummeting in and out of your pussy made squelching noises as the creamy mixture of your fluids spurt out on your thighs. Your hands wrapped around his forearms, fingernails scratching against the flesh. Your breathing became harsh pants as your tongue lolled out from between your lips. You feel yourself about to reach another orgasm and the throbbing of Midoriya’s cock told you he was at the same state.

“You-You’re gonna make me cum again~!”

“Me too, Princess. Are you going to take more of my cum?”

Nodding profusely, you focused on the growing bulge inside your stomach. “Y-Yeahh~!!” Bringing your hands up to his muscled shoulders, you looked euphorically into his green eyes. “Kiss me! Please~!”

Without any hesitation, Midoriya leaned down chest-to-chest, sloshing his tongue with yours. Saliva trailed down your cheeks as you mingled your fingers in his curly locks. His cock now hitting you in deeper places, your pleasure would override the kissing at your cervix. As you came around his cock, you felt once again the hot spills of Midoriya’s semen filling your womb. You moaned whinefully into his mouth as he continued to slowly thrust into you. The lubrication of his cum making his strokes slicker.

Ending the kiss, Midoriya wrapped his arms around your back, cupping your body into him as he started to pound into your pussy once more. The pleasurable feeling was too intense, making you barely able to think anymore. “F-Fuughh~!! Ijhuku!!”

“Just one more time, princess. Okay?” His thrusts now shallow and deep, you became lost in delirium as his cock relentlessly plundered into your pussy. “Wow, look- You’re feeling good even when I’m hitting your cervix, aren’t you? Taking me this deep- You’re going to be so full of my kids.”  

“I-Ijhukuz babieess~!!”

“Heh~ If only we were still by the mirror, you could see how you look right now, all drunk from my cum.” He reached his thumb down circle at your clit, making your pussy clench around him in reaction. “Gosh, can you hear how mushy you are, princess? You’re so fucking soft inside. So perfect for me.”

“Guh-Guhmming~!!” Desperate to seek a break from the continuous pounding against your overstimulated sponge, you squirmed your hips around, pushing your hands against Midoriya’s shoulders in attempt to escape his grasp.

“Just hold still, okay? I’m- I’m almost there-“ Grunting behind gritted teeth, he wrapped his powerful arms around your head to further lock you in place.

“Haaahh~! Ijhuuu-!” Your thighs quaked intensively at Midoriya’s more rapid and deep thrusts as he chased his final orgasm. Pitchy and incoherent babbles filled his ears, further gratifying his desires. “Y-Yur cumm~ Sho full-! Sho full of- Ijhukuz cum~! Sho muchh~!”

“Oh fuck, princess. Your pussy and voice- Fuck! So cute-!” Midoriya’s pants became erratic and gaspy as his cock throbbed inside you. With a couple of longer and harsher strokes he finally released the last of his load inside your womb, a bit of it seeping out onto the bed from there not being much room for more.  

Without slipping out of you, Midoriya straightened his back, smiling while he looked at your blissed-out face. He maneuvered your leg to the other side of his hip so that you’d be rested on your side. Laying down with his chest against your back, his hands caressed the area below your stomach, admiring how plump it became with his cum.

“I can’t wait to see how you beautiful you look in the next few months…” Peering at your side profile, he noticed you were deep in slumber. Pressing soft kisses to your shoulder, he gave a couple of gentle strokes, as if verifying that his cum was properly preserved inside you. Satisfied, he cradled his arm under your head, continuing to stroke your stomach lovingly as he closed his eyes.

“But we’ll have fun until then won’t we, princess?”

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Congratulations love on 300 plus followers. Your amazing, would you write a soft cooking with Henry one where he shirtless with an apron making red velvet cake as she films it for youtube

Red Velvet

Summary: Henry makes a red velvet cake for you while you film it for YouTube.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Word Count: 778

Warnings: RPF. All fluff.

A/N: Thank you to @christhickevans for this prompt for 300 followers! So sorry it’s taken me so long to get it out to you! I really hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Do not copy any part of my material to use as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own. Like all my other fics, this was written on my phone and not beta’d.

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“Wait. I should document this.” You say getting out your phone. “I need to remember how to fix your favorite cake.” You teased.

“I’ve got it written down. You can just look in the book for it.” Henry had a book full of recipes of his favorite meals, and deserts. Anything you could think of really, all tried and true. A few that he’d come up with by himself, some from someone else, but with his spin on them, some left alone. “It makes them more special”, he told you once, “like one taste of something can bring back all these amazing memories.”

The red velvet cake recipe had come from his grandmother. He left it alone. “It’s perfect. Plus, she’d kill me if I changed it, so.” You smiled as you remembered him telling you the first time he made it for you.

“Oh, come on Hen! That’s not as fun as pulling up a video, watching you talk me through it. Plus you look so sexy right now.” He was barefoot, wearing your old apron with the sunflowers, that said, ‘rise and shine’ at the top. No shirt, just his black workout shorts.

“This old thing?” He playfully waved his hand which had you laughing. “You’d better not show this to anyone.” He turned to start gathering the last of the ingredients.

“Ah, Hen, come on.” Then a light bulb went off in your mind, “I could put it on my YouTube channel. Oh my gosh, your fans would go insane.”

Henry just chuckled, shaking his head, “Yeah. I guess I do owe them some more thirst content, it’s been a bit since I put one out. This will be nothing compared to that physiotherapy video though.”

You looked him over as he turned around. “I don’t know, your ass looks amazing, and your thighs... don’t even get me started! You know what your thighs do to me.” Henry let out a laugh. “And that apron over your bare chest...” You took in a deep breath, “very hot, Hen.”

You hand him the mixer. “Plus, your fans don’t ever get to see this side of you. The fun, spontaneous, relaxed, Henry that I love.”

He looked down at the apron. “Alright, put it on the channel.” You smiled, picking up your phone to put it on the tripod you use for filming.

When he was ready you started recording. He kept it light, and playful. He was being cute, and funny. He even involved you, having you hand him things he’d forgotten to get out or measure.

He put the cake into the oven while you washed the beaters so he could make the icing. He took your phone around the room with him collecting the few items for the icing. “This is by far the best icing I’ve ever tasted on a red velvet cake.” He made a kiss, pinching his fingers in front of it. “Mmh.”

You handed him the beaters, taking your phone back to its place on the counter. He was mixing everything together when someone unexpectedly rang the bell to the front door. Kal barked, making a beeline to the source of the noise. Henry turned his body in the direction Kal went. Unfortunately forgetting to keep his arm steady.

The beaters tipped up, spinning icing all over the counter, the cabinet doors, you and Henry. You couldn't help but laugh looking at him covered in icing. He cut off the mixer, and began wiping himself down with the spare towel. He was wiping off the bit that had landed on your thigh when you noticed some on his neck.

You couldn’t resist the urge when he stood up again, “You’ve got a little..” you trailed off, hearing the bell at the front again you ignored it as you tip-toed up to his neck. He leaned his head to the opposite side, baring his neck to you. You pressed your tongue against his smooth, warm skin. Feeling his pulse thumping against you, you slowly swiped, collecting the icing.

You savored it for a split second with your lips so close to his throat. The doorbell rang again, Kal walked back into the kitchen and you let yourself drop back down to stand fully on your feet, letting your hand run down his chest. Looking him in the eye you spoke softly, “Tastes good.”

You walked past him, petting Kal on your way to the front door. Henry stood there, dumbfounded, and unfocused, trying like hell to remember what he was supposed to be doing after that.

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