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erensonly · 2 months

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You know how ghost always has his mask on, what would be reader reaction seeing ghosts face for the first time but in a way she doesn't know its him and she goes like "who the fuck is that??? 🤨🤨🤨🤨"

🍒anon

butcher shop buddies (simon riley x reader)

i dont know why i laughed so hard at this. thanks for the ask!! oh can i call you cherry-berry anon?

warnings: fluff, ooc ghost, not proofread sorry, use of 'pretty' and 'cute', no use of pronouns but i may use them in future parts, dad joke, probably incorrect butcher information, i was hungry writing this.

please feel free to message me and let me know if i missed any warnings

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maybe reader is a civvie and she frequents this one particular butcher shop so you can get meat packages for cheap. this is the first time you see ghost. he's standing in front of the case of meats trying to determine which cut of steak he wanted, while you were there seeing if the people on tiktok were serious about meat packages being cheap. groceries are getting too expensive and you wanted to try your hand at birria tacos.

while taking a look around, you didn't notice the larger man inching closer to you. "d'ya know which cut you're looking for?" naturally, you flinch an take a step back. what is this mammoth of a man doing bending down to your level to help you look for meat? but his accent is silly but pleasing to listen to, so you give him a vague answer. "kinda," you say with a shrug.

"i heard they do these packages of meats that can last me a while. and i've been craving birria tacos, so i need beef for that as well." he silently just leads you to the other side of the case and starts talking to the man standing there. it's like they've known each other for a while. you tune them out to make sure you have everything else checked off of your mental grocery list. when you tune back in, the butcher is slicing some meats up and the man was still standing there.

"thank you so much for your help." this was directed at both men, but only the butcher responded with a "you're welcome" while the other man just nodded at you, before taking his purchase and leaving the store. what a strange man.

this is how you guys started to see each other at least once a month at the same butcher shop/supermarket. he had introduced himself to you as ghost before telling you that you could call him simon. he was actually a kinda funny guy. easy to misunderstand his jokes if you dwell on it too long, but also easy to laugh at if you share the same sense of dry humor. he didn't have much to say at first, cracking jokes at the wrong times, but other than that, there was nothing else for him to say.

i feel like ghost doesn't stop yapping around people that he's comfortable with. like he talks about everything and nothing at the same time. this is how you came to find out that he was in the military, he has family but they're the men from his task force, he travels for work often, and knows every dad joke to ever exist. he's a simple man.

he thrives on routine and familiarity. he makes it a habit to meet you once or twice a month at the shops, go grab a coffee -tea for him- and have a good conversation before going about his day. you ask for his number so you can communicate with him outside of your mini meet-ups and he agrees. now you send whatever meme made you laugh that day and a picture of what you were doing, and he sends you a joke of the day and picture of what he was doing.

he liked getting your cute selfies showing your outfit of the day, or the puzzle you finally completed after losing a piece a month ago, or his personal favorite pictures of you cuddled up with your cat pawl.

i feel like simon is a dog person outwardly, but he didn't realize how much he actually liked cats because he never had one growing up. so seeing you all cozy and pretty with your cat trying to escape your kiss, simon felt like he finally had something to look forward to. now he wanted you to see him for him.

when you walk into the shop, you're expecting simon to be waiting at the counter like he always did, chatting it up with his butcher friend. but instead, you see a blonde man with a black medical mask on talking to the butcher. maybe he's just late.

you walk to your normal spot to wait when the man turns to you and speaks. "how ya doin' today, love?" it startled you. who is this man and why is his voice familiar and why is he so attractive. "who the hell are you?" you couldn't help the confusion on your face; why is he talking to you. he just laughs and laughs, obviously finding your confusion hilarious.

"what did baby corn say to mama corn?" you were more confused. who's baby and mama corn? "go on," you encourage.

"where's pop corn?" this set you off. laughing louder than you probably should. "simon, how are you, darling?" you both had endearing names for each other even though you were just friends. it just came naturally.

"hungry. wanna stop at this one diner i know? they have amazing burgers."

that's how you find yourself eating a cheeseburger with simon who has taken his mask off by now. he was a very attractive man, not that you doubted it before. sharp square shaped jawline, crooked nose from being broken too many times, beautiful honey brown eyes contrasted by his long blonde lashes. he had a mole on the side of his nose, and scars on his face but they only added to his ruggedness; his attractiveness.. it didn't help that he was 6"4 with big strong arms, nice sized pecs, and on the rare occasion he would send you a mirror selfie without a hoodie on, you could see through his shirt that he had a nice soft belly. (my personal favorite build)

you were glad he was comfortable enough with you to be willingly vulnerable with you. maybe this relationship could escalate so much more.

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should i make more parts to this? i already have a few ideas.

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berristreasuredlibrary · 28 days

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my sweet sweet angel!! I feel like (bc it has been) ages since I’ve seen your gorgeous self on my dash and that I’ve gotten the chance to speak to you. So I just wanted to pop in and say hello!! I hope that life has been treating you well and that things have been going good!

ya know I need some life updates and to see that my baby is flourishinggg! Are we still doing the internship? How are the little ones?? Anything else exciting been going on? I’ve been away for a while so I hadn’t had the chance to respond to your msg (I’m so sorry 😭🙏🏾) but I still love you and miss you alll the same, my dear!!! I hope that this week and new month are kind to you and that you’re taking good care of yourself.

I always get the biggest smile on my face when I see you in my inbox! ur messages make me so freakin happy, you have not the slightest idea 🥹🥹🩷🩷anyways, I am rambling bc I missed you sm but I hope that you have a great day in whatever ur doing right now and know that I adore you. mwah 💋🩷🩷🌸

My sweet darling girl, how I’ve missed you. 🥹

I’ve been pretty good, doing well in my classes and such. I am on the last week of my internship, which saddens me — I’ll miss the kids dearly — but I’ve loved the experience overall. The kids are disappointed that I’ll be gone soon (we’re on spring break over here), but I’m gonna make the best of my last days! 💪

I miss you dearly as well, my sweet! I haven’t been as active as I want to be on here as well, but I’ve started a few writing pieces that I’m excited about (a Sukuna on, Nanami one, and a combination of jjk men with a pornstar reader 🤭🤭). I can’t wait to finish those up and dish them out. I also want to start branching out more and interacting with more people, but I’m still much too shy!! One day though! Trust. ☝️😏

This month hasn’t started off very well (I got devastating news about a family member of mine, so my family is struggling right now), but I hope that the rest of the month will be better. I also need to go gift shopping for my younger sibling, which is a problem. I want to get the little booger everything, even if they’re a pain in my behind. 😐 (I’m also a broke hoe.)

I hope your week/month has started off better than mine, however! Tell me about yourself, baby! I’d love to know how you’re doing, I always adore hearing about you. I’m so happy that I’m seeing you more on my dash (I really have missed you, mi amor). I love seeing you thrive on this app again, put them hoes in their place, baby! (You��re actually so fine when you’re letting them stinky bitches have it.)

I’m glad I can make you smile with my silly messages/asks. I love popping in with my randomness, even if you take forever to respond. 🙄 (I’m just pulling on your leg baby, it’s okay! ‘M just glad my silliness brings you joy! ☺️)

Please take care of yourself, mi cariño. I wish you a lovely day, week, month, and year. May you flourish in everything you do and more. The universe is in your favor, mi vida. I can feel it!

Please don’t hesitate to send me a message or ask, I adore seeing you in my inbox. It gives me an excuse to brag about my wife to everyone. 🥰🥰

I love you very, very much, my beloved.

Hugs and millions of kisses, honeybun. 💋

#Berri’s beloved cherry 💋#Berri’s sweetheart #Berri’s moots ❤️‍🔥#Berri’s love notes 💌#Berri’s mail 📬#🍓 and 🍒#I love you <3 #Berri’s wife 💍#Berri’s anon 💐

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lost-in-sokovia · 1 year

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You are so kind! 2022 definitely kicked my ass too so I understand what you mean.

I'm proud of you for nailing that move at dance!! That's so exciting!!

I think I'm gonna light a candle and read a little bit before bed tonight. Maybe tomorrow I'll take your advice and go for a nice walk. Remember to take care of yourself as well! You better be taking care of yourself or you're gonna have some anons and mutuals who will bully you with love until you do

-🍒

you are such a sweetheart🥰

goodnight my love, until tomorrow!💕

#btw soph #🍒 anon #cherry berry is a sweetheart

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satoruhour · 9 months

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Loved the recent sukuna racer au 😭😭😭🩷🩷 can you elaborate a bit more on geto in the same racer au? 🥺🩷🩷🩷🩷

LLOROMANNIC

a/n: thx 4 this ask anon, this is rlly long bahaah i hope u enjoy! more context here. for recap, reader is in japan for an exchange programme.

wc: 4.3k

warnings: (fluff @ the start, smut comes in later) virginity loss, soft dom!geto, geto really really is obsessed w/ you, oral / cunnilingus (eats pussy like this! like i really don’t know what this position’s called), pet names, slight nipple play, clit stimulation, fingering, slight size kink, p -> v penetration, protected sex, n*sfw under the cut

no one really knows how the two of you became so close after that fateful meeting. they’re still wondering how you drew suguru in so effortlessly — some say you planned it, others say it was just by chance, but you’re not too sure yourself when all you can focus on is the racer beside you muttering into your skin a year after.

it was a(n almost) blissful six months when you first start out. that day he did keep his promise, winning the race without breaking a sweat and you cheer for geto unconsciously, catching the curious eyes of gojo and nanami who exchange looks — maybe you’d finally be the someone to capture geto’s heart.

geto made an effort to u-turn back to the corner he was parked in with the passenger side to you and he leans over to open it for you, but in return it just gathers more attention. “shall we go?” you try your best to escape the prying eyes of the tokyo crowd, and with a wave to the other two, geto is speeding off once you’ve gotten into the car.

“so… why’re you driving me there?”

“why cinnamoroll? berry and cherry’s a hundred times better.” he comments, and much to your dismay, he just answers your question with a less serious question than yours.

“why not?”

“well i mean…” was this man really about to lecture you on sanrio characters? his explanation is brief, but detailed, and you can’t help but stifle a laugh — although a snort still leaves you — just as he turns into the next carpark that you were supposed to go into instead and he’s asking what? like he didn’t just ramble about two sanrio demon characters.

“eh, it’s just cute that a scary, cool racer guy like you knows so much about sanrio.” you giggle when you watch him find an empty spot, and you’re trying to not let it affect you: the dragon that wraps around his bicep right to his forearm, the tense of his muscles, the addictive line of his jaw that trails all the way down to his collarbone—

you don’t notice your choice of words until geto uses that chance to fluster you instead.

“it’s just what?” he’s all up in your personal space like he was earlier before pulling away — a quiet, chilling tension that sends your hairs standing, left arm going behind your seat to park his car perfectly in the lot. his jawline is accentuated by how he turns behind to reverse (he hopes parking effortlessly would get you to like him more); suguru’s good at always making you want more, you realise that.

“cute.”

you’re mumbling and once he’s got the car in, his arm comes back round, a teasing hand pressed up to his ear. “what was that, hm?”

and maybe you were wrong to think he was being a decent person among the sneers and mockery of the crowd earlier, and you frown, thinking if you’d really want to entertain him. there’s a dilemma in you: what if he was just like the others, the loud, cocky ones who only ever cared about their cars? suguru looked just like the part, too, and if you weren’t careful, you’d probably end up being a trophy piece for him to bring around.

you just sigh. “thank you for driving me, geto-san.” it’s rigid as you say it, an inner turmoil within you; you hope it doesn’t show.

and he immediately regrets his silly question. he doesn’t blame you for standing your ground especially after the whole spectacle before the race started, watching in defeat as you slam the door to his Mazda a little harshly. hurriedly his eyes dart around the dashboard for paper, messily scribbling down an apology together with his number, along with some cash — he did promise to treat you to something in that cafe, but he was confident you’d want nothing to do with him; for now, anyway.

“hey, i’m uh— i’m sorry. it was out of line, enjoy the event, ’kay?” geto genuinely looked sorry, a sheepish smile spreading across his face and he hurries away before you can say anything. he’s lamenting over it upon returning, talking to gojo who could barely care and nanami who’s zoning out, about how you looked so innocent and stunning by simply sitting in his car.

and you? you’ve resorted to telling yourself how you’d only send a message to the mysterious number only after getting back home, after a shower, paper creased and unintelligible at some point that you almost typed in a ‘6’ in place of an ‘8’.

you’ve broken your own rule already once you’re stepping foot into your home because your finger immediately opens the empty chat, hovering over the button to send the message you’ve drafted two hours ago. your heart pounds and you feel dizzy — you never wanted to die so bad before.

suguru’s mood remains sour until later in the evening where an unknown number texts him with a faceless photo of a cup of cinnamoroll cappuccino and a crème brûlée with cinnamorll’s face on the caramelised sugar. he knows it’s you from the outfit you wore earlier and geto can’t help but smile, dwelling on what he could say to you that wouldn’t sound stupid.

god, geto was a racer. he was supposed to be cool and a natural at flirting, but he can’t believe he’s already deleted his drafted message for a fifth time, not noticing how you fluctuate between being online and off, too.

he doesn’t answer you like an idiot because while you’re nervous over the simple text, geto wants to tear his hair out — until he gets an idea; he’s off the bed in a minute, hastily grabbing his leather jacket and putting his hair into a bun.

eventually he manages to say something that sounds nonchalant.

[19:23, geto → UNKNOWN]: enjoy your cinnamoroll coffee?

suguru waits patiently when you type and stop, and type and stop, and he uses that time to sprint to his Mazda and to speed to a close-by 7-eleven. he was sure to find some sanrio merchandise in the store, face lighting up when he comes across a mediocre cinnamoroll keychain — and after a small battle with himself he also adds a duo berry and cherry keychain to the pile — he just needed to figure out when to give it to you.

a notification interrupts his daydreams.

[19:29, UNKNOWN → geto]: better without you here

he knows you’re joking with the way you send a sticker after.

[19:30, UNKNOWN → geto]: but thank you for the treat.

and for driving me

and for the number

geto chuckles, paying and leaving the store before he lets out a breath.

[19:31, geto → UNKNOWN]: want to come out for a drive? i really want to apologise for earlier

and every doubt ceases to exist, your contemplation ending right there, head snapping to your clock to look at the time. if you could get dressed fast enough—

[19:31, geto → UNKNOWN]: and also i just… want to get to know you

i’ll meet you at that same parking lot where we met. i’ll wait for you, okay?

—you could see the mysterious, brooding racer again. despite your outburst, you couldn’t deny the adrenaline you felt sitting in his car, bickering over which character was better, seeing the raise of his eyebrow on his attractive face. you don’t trust yourself to type anything else so you simply send a thumbs up emoji, jumping up to get ready in the darkening and freezing tokyo landscape.

shouting out an excuse, you bid goodbye to your parents and race out the door, white wisps of your hot breath appearing as you reach the car park in record time, seeing him nervously leaning against his Mazda. you smile. seems like you weren’t the only fidgety one.

“how’re you doin’?” geto clears his throat, but you just grin, getting into his passenger seat. the tips of your fingers tingle, you hoped the adrenaline would help you even a little.

“you called me out because you want to show off, right?” that loosens suguru a little, letting out a laugh at your unexpected comment.

“sure did.”

the next hours are spent speeding through the streets of shibuya, with you scared out of your mind at first. but when geto looks over to you with a blinding smile, you ease into his leather seats, slowly getting used to his sharp and precise turns.

geto is focused on drifting on specific turns, smile fading into a serious expression as he slams on the break and changes gear, steering the wheel sharply and you find yourself staring freely, a smile tugging on your lips at how so damn good he looked at the moment.

the night ends up with letting you try out the car for a bit, and even geto is surprised at himself because his RX-7 was something he cherished deeply, but to let someone try it was beyond him. he’s laughing with you, telling you that drift racers do not need to use turn signals and you burn in embarrassment, but other than that you have a good time, a quietness settling as he pulls up to your host home in japan.

“come to my next race?”

you bit your lip. you can’t lie, geto suguru is handsome as hell and you’re already hooked, unaware how the other wants you just as bad.

“sure thing, suguru.” the first name seems to catch him off-guard, even more so when you lean over the stick shift to peck his cheeks.

geto spends the next five minutes touching the skin where you kissed it, the loud rev of his engine reflecting exactly how he felt.

geto suguru was a goner.

every text, every call, every outfit (by god, geto did not care about what he wore, until he got with you) was for you. geto suguru was the gentlest with you, always asking if you’re okay with whatever he does. a hand on your waist, a peck to your cheek. he eases into the relationship, a plethora of night races lined up in his roster since he didn’t want you to miss any classes. nor could you underperform, because if your grades weren’t up to standard, you’d be sent home — your actual home back in your country. it came easy, though, apart from the sneaky makeout sessions in between geto telling you you used ‘your’ instead of ‘you’re’ in your essays.

“y’know you don’t have to wear it, right?” geto laughs, placing a kiss to your temple while your mouth twists at the shape of the miniskirt, gifted to you by his sister who had worn it in the same scene, too. your boyfriend only whistles when you place it to your front, hands tightening just a little around your waist when he sees just how short it is.

“so?” you emerge from the bathroom a little while later, his oversized shirt on you looking a bit weird with the miniskirt but his breath hitches when you pull the top up, admiring the way the miniskirt hugged your figure so well. “i’m not sure if i like it, su…”

“that’s cause you’ll need other sort of tops, baby,” geto simply smiles, beckoning you over with a hand. it’s criminal how easily you follow the gesture, moving to stand between his legs. his rough hands leave hot trails of fire along your thighs, inching dangerously close to your ass. “you’ll need,” an unsatisfactory kiss on the denim of your skirt, suguru frowns, “a crop top,” a kiss to your hip bone. “or maybe a halter,” a kiss to your other hip bone, “a tube top,” a kiss to your stomach, “or maybe even a cami?” the grin geto gives you is sickening sweet as he lists them off one by one, each kiss getting closer and closer, from your hands to your shoulders, until they finally reach your face and your heart is beating like you were in fucking seven minutes in heaven.

“how’d you know so much?” you’re twiddling with the hem of his oversized shirt.

geto exhales, placing a sweet kiss onto your lips, “when you’ve been racing underground for quite a bit… it’s easy to pick up on the fashion. but—” he melts all your worries away when he takes your cheeks in his hands, “but even if you weren’t dolled up, i’ll still be lookin’ at ya. you’d still be the prettiest girl in the room.”

“my prettiest girl.” suguru mumbles, getting lost in your lips again with a promise he’ll take you shopping the next day.

you ease into the miniskirts soon enough. though you don’t exactly abandon your old style, you also love the freedom of wearing teeny skirts with skin tight tops, legs and ass on display for all to see while geto simply smiles no matter what you wear. he thinks you look stunning either way.

“what do you think?” geto asks inwardly if you were really the same person who loved cinnamoroll, legs on display and safety shorts hugging your ass so well as you twirl around in your room — geto wasn’t opposed to just panties, either; he knows he can throw a decent punch. you’re donning the piece of apparel so well that he feels himself getting hard.

“i think my baby looks gorgeous,” suguru smiles, sauntering up to you before wrapping his bigger arms around your middle before coating your face and neck with kisses but your mind’s wandering into the gutter with how you can see both your figures in the mirror. you’re thinking just what it’ll be like to fog up the mirror with your shaky breaths as geto rams into you from behind, but you snap out of it before he notices, turning around in his embrace to land a kiss to his lips.

“a good luck kiss for my racer boy,” you giggle, hands getting lost in his hair. you’ve become more bold too, geto realises and he decides that maybe tonight he’ll have you before you leave to finish your university semester and his heart clenches at the thought of you leaving — six months is six months, after all. having to resort to facetimes and timezones and late night messages is the reality, but he’s willing to try.

if it’s you, he’ll try.

one thing led to the next; it was your miniskirt riding up your legs, it was the way you ran up to him after he wins, jumping into his arms knowing these were your last few days together. just like how you were obsessed with geto suguru, he was besotted with you.

“is this okay with you, (y/n)?” the way he says your name has you wishing he would do it over and over in that pleading voice of his — it’s just the first of many.

“you’ll be taking my first, suguru.” you mumble out as his lips trail from your jaw to neck, and it makes him freeze. maybe you shouldn’t hav—

“you want me to be your first?” geto asks breathlessly, like he’s been told he won the lottery. he couldn’t believe how you’ve been untouched this whole time, yet your sultry gazes and untamed hips say otherwise.

“you’re such a little minx, teasing me and shit, but you haven’t lost your virginity?” his fingers caress your cheek and you preen at his tone, leaning into his touch.

you hum and smile, “i never lose.” and you giggle when he laughs, capturing your lips in another kiss. the playful mood fades into the prior one, feeling the other get rougher with his kiss while his hands start to wander more.

“tell me to stop whenever and i’ll stop, okay, sweetheart?” you nod, squishing his face in your hands.

“i’ll be okay, su,” you grin before wrapping your legs around his pelvis, pulling him onto your needy cunt. he’s already hard, a dark spot forming at where his tip was. “i’ll be okay, especially when i fuck myself thinking it’s your cock.”

suguru’s jaw drops just a bit and he craves you even more by then, flipping up your skirt and pressing kisses along your thigh. he was determined to wipe the sick little grin off your face. he was determined to make you cum so hard you’d regret teasing him at all.

you hardly have any attitude for him once his tongue meets your pulsing clit and groans into your core, licking an experimental stripe up your folds. “better than your fingers?” suguru grins when he glances up and all he can see is your head thrown back, a subtle nod that’s got him back into feasting. he alternates between flicking your bud and sucking harshly, his calloused hands that you always admired around the steering wheel are now on your thighs, spreading them apart when you start to close them. by now your skirt’s soaked from how wet your pussy is, mewling and whining for your lover for more.

“you taste so fuckin’ good,” geto mumbles into your folds, giddy on the tangy sweetness of your juices that he has to reach down to squeeze his cock, “my girlfriend’s pussy tastes so good.”

“f-fuck… suguru don’t stop—” in the large bedroom, it’s filled with moans from you and the lewd sounds of your pussy, which escalate into a shriek when he’s suddenly pushing you up, weight transferred onto your shoulders and neck, not before making sure you have a pillow under you. “su—!”

“oh— ooh shit!” geto easily manhandles you as he props you up, your body bent uncomfortably while your hips continue to buck in his mouth and you aren’t sure where your legs go. it gives him better access to your cunt as he dips his tongue into your hole, nose nudging into your clit while you’re clutching onto his forearms for balance; his front supports you perfectly. geto’s onyx eyes bore into yours when he eats, moaning softly when he feels you clench around his tongue.

“you close?” he commits you to memory: how your toes curl and your stomach contracts. how your pussy flutters around his mouth and soft needy sighs turn into wanton moans. he feels so tense too, cock twitching in his underwear that it’s begging to be in you. “my baby’s g’nna cum, hm?”

“y-yes— ’m close mmf...” you can hardly manage a nod, moans escaping in between one worded sentences and you’re sure your legs are shaking from how good geto was giving it to you. with the hands that spread you out, one goes to your nipple to pinch it while the other plays with your clit, pressing and rubbing on it and a choked suguru leaves your lips.

“cum,” the one word has so much command over you, paired with the ministrations he was so skilled at that you’re clenching around air when you reach your high, euphoria crashing down on you with how you see white and your body feels tired already. “that’s my pretty girl, god, you’re cumming s’much.”

it takes awhile for you to come down from your orgasm, but despite your fatigue you already find yourself wanting more when you shoot geto a grin, heart fluttering at how he massages your thighs and bring you back down.

“you okay?” geto mumbles, pecking your knee softly, inwardly smiling at the way your legs still jolt and shake at your climax, “got my princess shakin’ and all.”

you giggle before you’re pulling him toward you, tasting yourself on his tongue as the kiss deepens, jumping a little when geto slips in a finger easily. you’re easily moaning into the kiss, reeling from just how one finger feels in you, slipping in so easily just how soaked your cunt was.

gotta prep you for me, ‘kay? he whispers against your lips before a second goes in and you have to break the kiss to whimper. relax, baby, suguru’s voice is so intoxicating that you’re doing the exact opposite. you’re so tight that geto has to take a moment, imagining what you’ll feel like around him, but it’s not long before you’re begging for more that he starts moving his fingers into your cunt.

they are soft, gentle on you that you’re already tugging on his waistband, swallowing geto’s chuckle and comment about just how eager you are. in that bedroom, you’ve gotten him on his knees just by existing, pussy still drooling and your body contorted in such sensuality that he’s already worshipping you unconsciously. you gasp a little when he finally removes his underwear, eyes fixated on the pretty dick he’s got in his hand, leaking so much pre-cum just from eating you out. he makes quick work to grab a condom out from his bedside drawer.

“i’ll make it fit. gotta relax, yeah?” he hums into your skin before he rolls the condom over his cock as you watch, impatient. along with some lube, he smears your juices around with his tip, relishing in how you squeeze his forearms.

and when geto suguru sinks into you for the first time, tip nudging past your folds and stretching you out at first, a long whine leaves you just as geto groans out because you’re so warm inside that it’s got him dizzy. your eyes try to flutter close but geto mumbles that he wants to see how good he makes you feel, body hovering over yours like it’s forbidden. but he knows if he sinks into you with the feel of your tits on him, he wouldn’t last.

“s’big, suguru— ah!” eyes struggling to stay open, your arms hang around his neck, the feel of the rubber in you not entirely pleasant but suguru hitting all your spots is enough to make up for it. you’re just dripping and dripping non-stop that it leaks right down to the sheets before the other bottoms out in you, a teasing grin on his face. “told ya it could fit.” the stretch is borderline painful, and like a good boyfriend, he waits for a few to get you accustomed.

you roll your eyes with a soft smile, taking deep breaths before you feel like you could handle him, “move, please…”

“gettin' to it, my love,” geto’s cock is so big you swear you can feel him in your stomach, mouth dropping open when he moves slowly, grunting at your clamping hole, “i don’t think i can last long, baby.”

you breathlessly laugh, “yeah, me e-either.” your back arches off the bed as suguru starts to find a pace, thighs already burning from the taut pull of his muscles, something he’s done unconsciously because of how divine your cunt felt. with a hand you’re rubbing at your clit, evident it’s your first time when your hips are already bucking in mini shockwaves, sucking in his length that it’s not long before you’re moving your pelvis to meet his.

there’s the squelching noises of your pussy and little pants leaving you, pussy already convulsing around him with the release of the twist in your stomach. you’re clenching as you cum hard on his cock and it drives the other crazy, the tightness of your entrance that restricts his movement that he settles for short thrusts just to orgasm, spilling heavy loads of cum into the condom. geto groans into thin air, hips stuttering and pulling out incase there’s a rip in the rubber. it’s obvious you’re still unfamiliar with each other’s body in such an intimate setting, stuttered apologies and cleared throats, but soon geto’s leaning down to lock lips with you to quell the first-time awkwardness.

“was that okay? are you hurt anywhere?” you shake your head with a smile.

“that was more than okay, suguru,” you’re sleepy from the race, from the late night, and it’s clear all you want is sleep. it’s clear when you melt into suguru’s embrace and his heart feels like it might beat out of his chest when you find his hand to twine your fingers together, with his other one rubbing your thigh affectionately.

geto feels that same feeling paired with a certain dread when two weeks later you’re kissing him goodbye at the airport, pink luggage in hand while your nose starts to redden a little. you always know what to say, slowly getting used to geto’s habits. a huff when he’s annoyed, or a quick furrow of his eyebrows when he’s distraught. “it’s not the end of the world, baby.”

suguru only pouts, hands caressing your sides just outside the departure gate. “i know, i just— six months?”

“you’ll survive,” you smile softly, brushing the bangs from his face, “you did it before me.”

“i know, but now that i’ve known you, you’re all i think about,” geto huffs, “i…”

there’s many more things he wants to say, how he’ll be sure to keep your things until you return, how thankful he is that you (willingly!) gave him an underwear of yours, how he struggles to breathe just seeing your name. he just hopes you’ll miss him just as much, but he restrains himself knowing your flight’s in an hour.

“you’re all i think about, too,” you mumble and swallow uncomfortably, ashamed to have tears already brimming at your eyes, “i’ll come right back after i finish the sem, alright?”

“i’ll hold you to that.” geto smiles, although it’s laced with a sadness, kissing you softly one last time and bearing himself for the countless texts and video calls to your foreign number. you both can taste the salt in your tears, sniffling like a lovesick fool at the immense feelings you have for this man.

love. you haven’t even said the words yet.

as the racer watches you pass through the departure doors, he gives one last glance to the cherry keychain hanging off your carry-on, giving a similar longing glance to the matching berry one on his bag.

geto leaves the airport before anyone can see the wetness in his eyes, too.

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kimetsu-no-yaiba-writings · 1 year

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Maybe making a bento for the kamaboko squad?

Anon (´∀｀•) This was such a nice request to receive! It just instantly sent my head into fluffy territory and it was just a pleasure to write.

It also made me want to make a bento?

if you have any other requests like this one - or literally any other type of request - then please send it in because your more than welcome too <3

Making a Bento for the Kamaboko Squad!:

Tanjirou Kamado:

Ok, first off! Tanjirou would literally eat anything and everything you made him - seriously, head AND stomach of steel

Obviously if you took the time to make it all pretty and presentable he would look it in awe and eat it slowly to properly savoir the presentation and flavoring

Loves it when you pack him all the home cooked meals

He's happy with food that were left over from breakfast or dinner from yesterday - so long as its something you've made

Enjoys your Miso Yaki Onigiri with Honey Soy Chicken with a side of cherry tomatoes + sauteed cabbage

Anything yummy makes him happy - well... anything that you've put time and effort in is always gonna make him happy

Wouldn't say he has a big sweet tooth but he really can't turn down your desserts - especially if freshly made!

Particularly loves your Matcha Marble Pound Cake

If you ask him, Tanjirou will help you make your's and his bento's

Nezuko Kamado:

Nezuko loves your bento's

She loves the bright colours of the food that you use - it always makes her happy to see that you've added something into the rice to make it slightly pink

Nezuko also has a soft spot for sweet things so when you add extra Tamagoyaki (sweetened omelette) from breakfast to her bento it adds a little pep in her step

She really loves forward to the bento's you make during cherry blossom season cause everything is cherry blossomed themed - lots of cherry blossom themed desserts too! e.g. Cherry Blossom milk pudding

Oh! Enjoys abit of Sweet and Sour in her bento - specifically when you use the lefter overs from your sweet and sour chicken + vegetables with steamed rice

Sweet and Sour Chicken with Japanese Potato Salad and steamed rice with sesame seeds and umeboshi (pickled plum) + cherry tomatoes

Will absolutely help you make the bento's

Inosuke Hashibira:

He's still getting used to receiving a packed bento - Inosuke was really confused when you first gave him one

Doesn't see the point of all the pretty food shapes and colours to begin with but he does secretly enjoy it when you shape and do all that stuff with his food - it just helps prove that you love him cause your making him food and making it into things he likes

Cackles when he opens his bento up and there's onigiri shaped like boars + pigs

Will eat anything that's smothered in teriyaki sauce or tempure-d

Absolutely adores sweet potato pie and will eat an entire one to himself.... - its safe to say that you put at least a couple of slices in his bento when you make a pie to hold him off

To give him his vitamins in the form of fruits, other than berries, you usually pack him a Fruit Sandwich/Fruit Sando - a taste sweet dessert in sandwich form that consists of sweet milk bread, fresh whipped cream with strawberries, kiwi and orange - which you usually have to give him extra as he scoffs down the first one

don't ask him to help make the bento's.....he'll eat everything as your preparing them...

Zenitsu Agatsuma:

Absolutely sobs when you give him a bento.... actually that happens every single time you make him a bento

Enjoys literally all of your food

Will absolutely sob while eating it...

Really enjoy when you use ginger and honey in the foods

Has a softspot for your Ginger Pork Onigirazu

Although he really loves when you pack Nikujaga (Meat and Potato Stew) with Shirataki Noodles with a side of Miso eggplant in his bento

Loves all the desserts/sweet things that you pack him

Doesn't matter what type of dessert - cake,mochi, crepe, etc. - its going into his stomach

although if he had to pick a favourite, it would have to be your Warabi Mochi

You can ask him to help prepare the bento's but he will add more stuff than needed or add the wrong decorations and/or seasonings

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ask-jaxni-and-nuzi · 3 months

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pomni and uzi in wedding dresses and jax and n's reactions? Pleeeeeeeeeease? Pretty please with a little red and blue cherry on top? (doing the darndest puppy eyes possible)

100 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL!

Berry: Dear Anon, you've been patient for so long now, but fret not because the wait is finally over!!

Have a special thing I've been cooking up for days✨

✧°•°•Wedding Dress•°•°✧

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nyancrimew · 1 year

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Yogurt (the berry kind not the cherry kind)

Bread

Cheese bagels

green onion

pepper

ground beef

frozen rasberries

Apples

Cereal

Potatoes

frozen vegetable mix

Ketchup

Cat food

posting this so anon can do their shopping

#food

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cerezzzita · 7 months

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Hi, i saw you have your request open so here i go, requesting some hcs for Dante, Vergil and Trish having a short sweet-toothed s/o who also loves to bake.

notes: heeey there, anon! In advance sorry for the waiting, it took long enough but at least here we are! I hope you like it, because I surely did loved writing these headcanons, and with Trish being included? Better than ever!

Enjoy the reading and thanks for requesting! <3

⠀🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Dante, Vergil & Trish with a short sweet-toothed S/O

♡ tags: gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns (you/yours only), no description of reader's appearance, short!reader, use of petnames, three devils being soft af, Vergil and Trish might have been sorta ooc pardon in advance.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Dante

Perfect match, to be honest.

Calls you "shortcake" or "shortie" most of the time and if you're annoyed by that… he'll keep doing it, sorry. He loves you enough to annoy you as well.

Being as sweet-toothed as he is, no wonder he'll ask you constantly to make some desserts with strawberries or red fruits in general such as raspberries or cherries.

And please don't let Dante get one inch near the kitchen, this man will eat as many of the berries plus he's catastrophic at cooking.

At least let him add some of the ingredients and mix them together here and there, he'll be satisfied and happy enough.

He'll eat the batter when you're not looking, by the way.

Still on the ingredients topic, doesn't this bitch (affectionately) loves when you ask him for help to reach something you can't? He's all smugly smirks, towering you with that huge figure of his and in the best of the cases, lifting you so you can reach it by yourself.

Dante's personal favorite dessert made by you became The Devil's Cake, but instead of being fulfilled of chocolate only, there's lots and lots of strawberry jam and fresh strawberries on top of it.

Late night munchies are a must! You two can and will be watching whatever series or movies while cuddling and devouring almost all of a whole damn bakery because Dante has a black hole instead of a regular stomach.

Saw a recipe for dessert pizza once, got obsessed with it, asked you to make it, you made it, he's even more in love with you.

"Babe, you're a sweetheartie. A candy angel, I love you so much," said Dante, mouth full of sweet pizza and eyes full of tears of joy and passion.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Vergil

Vergil strikes me as a cinnamon roll enjoyer. That's it, that's the post.

But really, I don't think he has a sweet-tooth or enjoys sugary foods that much. He likes it, sure, but at moderate bits.

Unlike Dante, he does not make fun of your height… Yet he finds it quite endearing.

Calls you "little bird". Let me have him be affectionate and lovely for a sec, okay?

Vergil also gets worried by the amount of sugar you consume.

"You'll get plenty of cavities if you keep eating desserts at that level."

He helps you with your recipes too. I'm kinda sure that Vergil knows a thing or two in the cooking field, correct me if I'm wrong (I am wrong).

As previously said, he likes more, hm, refined flavors, such as cinnamon and vanilla and if you're baking cinnamon rolls, count him on it!

Don't ask Vergil to chop the ingredients unless you want him to put on a show about it.

If you like drinking tea, you better prepare a bunch of sweet treats because you're having regular, calm silent tea evenings ft. Vergil and his poetry book.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

Trish

Oh my, what can I say about Trish?

She's not a sugary-sweet person. Instead, she's mostly on sour candies and neutral fruits field.

With that being said, I hope you're ready to constantly bake lemon pies and banana cakes.

Trish does not know how to cook for her dear life, she prefers watching you instead and maybe teasing you along with it.

"Trish, I could use a little hand." "Pardon me if I can't help but think you're all cute on your own, sugar."

Speaking of teasing, this devil surely knows how to make you fluster with her little comments about your height, but of course, always keeping it comfortable enough to not get you mad or sad.

"Need some help there, honeypie?" "My, if you ever get trouble reaching that shelf, you need to wear some of my heels."

And although Trish is not your sous chef, she is certainly your personal tasting critic, which is an advantage mostly to her.

"So, what do you think?" "Hm, I liked the caramel on top of the fruit, and it's sour just in the way I love. It's a ten out of ten, honey."

Brought you some silly clothes like sweaters and shirts with some candy motif and oh, sure, fruity flavored lip gloss.

Anything for her honeybun~

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dilatorywriting · 1 year

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Monster Mayhem: Don't Fear the Reaper [Part 2]

Gender Neutral Reader x Rook Hunt Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: 'Hello Darkness, my old friend. I see you've come to stalk my store again.' Or, why fear Death when you can just Pavlov him with cookies into carrying your groceries?

A/N: Based on this wonderful brain rot from a very lovely anon! Continued apologies to anyone who actually knows French, because I do not lol. So Rook's babbling is all Google baby

[PART 1] [PART 2]

“I hear you’ve been dealing with an infestation.”

You arched a brow and pointedly settled the last of the little, strawberry, tarts into its box with a heavy plap. You took your time piping a neat dollop of cream on the top and then fixing the tiny sugar berry adornments into a smiley face.

“You’re free to call the health inspector,” you intoned, handing over the box. “That’ll be ten copper, your highness.”

Riddle’s face went as red as the dessert in his hands.

“Don’t call me that!” he hissed, ducking back further beneath the hood of his cloak. The cloak that was clearly made of the finest, crimson, silks money could buy. The one with real gold embroidered along the crisp edges and an ivory clasp shaped into a literal crown.

You shrugged. At least he’d moved past demanding outright that ‘of course he wasn’t the prince! How dare you! To think yourself so presumptuous! As if royalty would ever even consider visiting this hovel of yours! Off with your head!’ Those had been a fun few weeks.

You poked around in your stacks upon stacks of baked goods and unearthed a little, cherry, cookie. You slipped it into the box alongside his tart and hoped that counted as a metaphorical pat on the head. There, there, little lord. This humble one will tell no one of your secret, commoner, shames.

Some of that choked-red color started to fade from his cheeks, and Riddle accepted the offering with an expression that on any normal person you might have called a pout.

“I was trying to be tactful,” he spat, tucking the bribe further into the packaging with a stiff twitch of the fingers. “But I don’t know why I even bother.”

You shrugged again and made brief eye contact with the terribly unsubtle guard stationed at your front door. Cater, or Carter, or something like that. He greeted everyone who walked by with a cheerful little wave and a wink. He was charismatic, and loud, and apparently—as you had discovered when you’d tried to hand him a little slice of cake as a consolation treat for putting up with his charge’s emotionally constipated nonsense—hated sweet things with every fiber of his being. You didn’t trust him for a second.

The pair of you locked gazes over Riddle’s shoulder, and his lips quirked into a smirk that was sharper than it was fond. Ah. So it was one of those days, was it?

“Is there something else you wanted?” you prodded intentionally, as Riddle turned to make his retreat.

The Prince paused for a moment, and you watched his teeth worry a bit at his lower lip—a nervous habit he claimed forwards and backwards he absolutely did not possess. After a moment of silent deliberation, he straightened his spine into something stiff and regal.

“There are rumors going around that your business may be suffering from a… pest problem,” he said, like he was chewing over each word individually. “And while I firmly believe that people should endeavor to work through their own problems, if this is indeed a problem…” he paused, hands tightening a bit around the pastry box tucked neatly between his palms before looking back up to meet your gaze with that harsh sort of determination that always made him seem very much like someone who ought to be ruling over entire kingdoms. “I’m certain the Royal Family would be more than happy to come to the aid any of their subjects, should they ask for it.”

You ducked your head in a nod that you hoped was the appropriate level of polite for such a declaration.

“Your concern is appreciated, your high—”

His face twisted up in a sneer and you beamed.

“—Highly esteemed customer,” you finished with a chirp. “But I’m perfectly capable of crushing a few cockroaches.”

Riddle nodded at you tightly and made a swift exit. Cater flicked his fingers at you in a half-salute and the pair continued on down the cobblestone street and out of sight.

“Do you actually have pests here?” a tiny old lady asked from her place perusing your shelves. She looked like an onion that had been left in the sun for a couple dozen years, and the question seemed kinder than it did probing. Like she would happily help you hunt down the little buggers herself. “Roaches, I mean…?”

“Oh no,” you reassured. “It’s much bigger.”

You watched the poor thing nearly go into conniptions and offered her a cup of fresh chai on the house.

As much as you had kindly reassured your most affluent patron otherwise, you were indeed suffering under the aforementioned ‘pest problem.’ And while your squishing abilities were normally the stuff of legend, you didn’t think there was a boot big enough in the whole world to rid you of your current guest.

“Quelle très belle matinée! And made all the better by my dearest friend!”

You grunted and let the door slip shut with a tinkle behind him. Rook nearly bounced to your oven and peered inside with all the eagerness of a wide-eyed child. You’d long since learned not to bother yanking him back from the flames. They never even seemed to warm his pale cheeks, let alone melt him into the puddle of charred goo that they rationally ought to.

“Macarons?” he chirped, and turned to you like he was waiting for a Good Noodle Sticker. He leaned closer, and you watched the sputtering heat sway around and away from him like a tangible thing. He sniffed a few times, looking thoughtful. “Flavored delightfully with that lovely rosewater syrup you were steeping last night?

You hummed in affirmation and handed him a little almond cookie for his efforts. It felt a bit like training a dog.

The first time you’d told a dejected looking Rook that he could eat his treat in your shop rather than using it an as excuse to punt him out the door, he’d practically glowed. And had apparently taken the offer as an extension of a permanent invitation. He still waited patiently at the front door each morning, still marveled at the merry jingle of the bell when you allowed him entrance, and always wiped his feet. You’d hoped a bit that perhaps overexposure to your meager, repetitive, livelihood would have him eventually bowing out from boredom. But if anything, he seemed to have become more enamored with your dealings as the weeks passed.

And now that you’d given him express permission to hover, his originally vested interest had become outright sticky. There was no more plastering himself distantly to the window when he could go and literally shove his face into an oven, or perch himself at your shoulder like a wide-eyed owl as you tried to whip egg whites into peaks without repeatedly elbowing him in the gut. He puttered after you like a duck quacking for its mother, spouting off every question under the sun about temperatures, and consistencies, and the merits of baking powder versus soda.

“And these are meant to be… burned? Yes?”

“Dehydrated,” you sighed. “And not these. You’re thinking of the meringue cookies.”

“Ah, I see. Those crunchy delicacies from yesterday that looked to be little clouds,” he hummed, nodding along. The feather on his hat bobbed over a hot coal and sparked with embers. You reached out with a frustrated huff to whack the walking fire hazard back into a gently smoking mess rather than the start of an outright blaze. “Merci, merci!” Rook trilled as you beat him with a damp towel. Black soot floated through the air like dust motes under the sun, and he grinned through your grouchy manhandling as he always did. “Ahh, cher pâtissier! You always do dote on me so!”

You were about to argue back about how keeping him from unintentionally annihilating your entire kitchen was not ‘doting,’ when your eyes trailed over something strangely gunky and off colored stuck on the back of his cloak. You leaned forward to pluck up whatever it was, and Rook’s fingers flew out to snatch up your wrist before you could even blink.

“Please pardon me, mon cœur!” he beamed, the lines of his leather gloves a soft weight against your flour dusted skin. “I have tried to be most diligent in keeping myself clean for our morning rendezvous! But alas, it would seem I’ve missed a spot this time around.”

Part of you was sorely tempted to ask what—who—had apparently dirtied his robes. But you decided ultimately that it was still far too early to be discussing the remnants of the unfortunate victims off his hit list, and honestly you really weren’t sure you would have cared even with another four hours of sleep and a full mug of caffeine in you. So you waved him off and went back to worrying over your spice racks and tallying cups of flour.

Rook pillowed his chin in his hand and watched you putter about with a sigh that sounded far too besotted for anyone’s good. Those eerily green eyes of his seemed to glow in the lowlight, and he only gushed even more ridiculously when you launched a wet rag at the mess on his back and demanded he mop up his own nonsense or get out.

You didn’t realize that Rook was slowly staying later and later into the day until Ace came by to collect your weekly booklet of receipts and would not step through the door.

“What are you, contagious?” you harumphed, pointedly leaning over the threshold to shove your collection of bits and bobs into his waiting hands rather than stepping out into the street to join him.

“More like superstitious,” he snipped. He crossed his arms and gave your shop a pointed once over. “I thought Egg Boy was overexaggerating, but you really just…” He waved his hands around his head for a moment before letting out an angry huff that sounded a bit too much like an overboiled kettle. “Don’t you have any sense of self-preservation?!”

“You literally ate raw dough off my floor less than a month ago,” you accused.

“I already told you I didn’t know it wasn’t cooked!—And that’s not the point!” he seethed. “Don’t you realize who that is?” he continued, voice dipping into one of those angry whispers that was never really a whisper.

You rolled your eyes and turned to shout over your shoulder. “Rook Hunt?”

The blonde instantly perked up from his place perched by the counter, where he’d very clearly been watching this entire exchange with a lazily curling grin.

“Oui! However can I be of assistance to you, my lovely, darling, pâtis—”

You turned back to Ace.

“Yes, I know who he is.”

“—And of course I know who you are as well!” Rook barreled onwards, slipping forward to drape himself along your shadow like a cat might settle itself into a sunbeam. He never leaned on you outright, but he always made a point to get close enough that he may as well have. “The wonderful artiste who has shown me nothing but the greatest kindness! Ah, mon humain préféré! With your endless hospitality and words sweeter than even the finest of the confections you craft!”

Ace’s expression twisted up like the very idea of another living being considering you to be even halfway pleasant was a war crime. Which, you know, totally fair. But before your redheaded acquaintance could continue with his appalled gaping, Rook leaned over your shoulder with a smile that looked not quite right on his face. The wide brim of his hat obscured your view of the rest of him—casting the remaining slopes of his sharp features into inky darkness.

“And but of course, I know you as well, Monsieur Trappola!”

Whatever rotten, sour, look Ace had been pulling froze over into something nearly deathlike. He went so pale so quickly your thoughts swung back to wondering if maybe he really was contagious with something.

Your shaky friend? Fellow gossip? associate audibly gulped, but when neither he nor your leech of a guest said anything further, you prompted them both with a vaguely curious, “Oh? You’ve met before?”

“Not recently,” Rook trilled, sounding positively delighted. “But I suppose I am familiar with everyone in this petite ville one way or another.”

You hummed, not particularly satisfied with that non-answer of an explanation. But your brief bought of inquisitiveness was quickly being overshadowed by the very real risk that Ace may actually topple over frothing at the mouth and twitching like a rabid racoon at your doorstep. Which would no doubt be terrible for business.

“You better get going,” you prompted, debating giving him a shove with your foot. “Before you start running behind on your pickups.”

“Right…” Ace muttered, swallowing past a lump in his throat. “I should—I’ll be doing that. Leaving. I’ll be leaving.”

“Adieu, Monsieur Trappola!~” Rook called, as the door slid shut with a pleasant tingle. “I’m certain we’ll be seeing you!”

There was a lingering, creaking, da-dong sound from overhead and you wondered idly if maybe there was something a bit off with your bells.

That afternoon, after you finally heaved an exhausted sigh of relief and flipped the ‘OPEN’ sign at your storefront to ‘CLOSED,’ Rook was still perched on the little stool you’d set out for him. The late-day sunshine cast him in all sorts of unfamiliar shades of gold, and while the shadows beneath his feet had always seemed to stretch a bit long and sit a bit oddly, they twitched even more strangely in the glow of the summer light. You blinked at him in open surprise, and he blinked back at you.

“What are you still doing here?”

“Mon chéri, I am always here!” he chirped, and you rolled your eyes towards the ceiling in a silent bid for patience.

“No you’re not,” you argued. “I think I would have noticed.”

Rook held a gloved hand to his mouth to smother a laugh and shook his head at you like you were just the funniest little thing.

“As you say, my tenacious pâtissier.”

You sighed and moved to untie the ribbon of your apron. “Whatever. I suppose I could use your help anyways. I need to run to the markets.”

The Bounty Hunter’s eyes lit with that familiar, sparkling, enthusiasm and he clasped his fingers in his lap with a gust of breath that sounded like it rattled every one of his bones as it squeaked its way out of him.You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. You hoped he hadn’t caught whatever mystery ailment Ace had been sagging under when he’d arrived at your door that morning.

“Shopping!” he outright beamed, putting the glitter of the afternoon sun to shame. “Une nouvelle aventure avec mon amour! Et en journée! Temps à passer avec—”

“Enoughwith your nonsense,” you groaned, tossing your dirtied apron onto a free hook. “Do you want to come or not?”

“But of course! I would be most honored to—”

You shoved a wicker basket into his hands and hurriedly moved to usher him out the door before he could begin monologuing in earnest.

Rook walked the familiar path to the markets like a tourist on holiday—stopping every now and again to wax poetic about the way that a potted flower looked in the afternoon light, staring in awe at each bizarre crack in the pavement as if it was a natural marvel worth gawking at. He muttered something dazedly under his breath at one point about ‘what messes might embed themselves in these fissures of the earth,’ but you carried on like you’d gone blind and deaf. A skill you’d become incredibly proficient with as of late.

When you finally arrived at the little hub of stalls, there was an audible gasp from somewhere in the thin crowds. You decided once again that you were better off feigning impairment and pushed onwards as if you had no idea that people were parting around you and your new companion like the pair of you were riddled with plague sores. The gossipy man who sold you your favorite strawberries went a bit green when you approached, and you continued merrily with your farce.

You had only just leaned forward to get a better look at some of the berries you tended to hoard like a dragon to gold, when suddenly the bright reds and blues beneath your fingers went nearly grey—nearly rotten. There was a long, sharp, shadow curling along the fruit. Rook was hovering at your shoulder, as he of course tended to do, and you glanced between him and the twisting, creeping, darkness swallowing the contents of the little stall in front of you. Clearly it was his purple-clad frame blocking the sunlight and casting all these weird shadows, but it was still a bit bizarre. It was like the brightness itself was being sucked from the afternoon, rather than just the cool play of the light that it ought to be.

You reached out curiously to poke a finger into the dancing bits of darkness and were surprised to find that it felt like something solid. A tangible sort of bite against your skin. Something sharp, and cold as the grave—

“Perhaps the melons, mon cœur!” Rook chirped loudly, redirecting your prodding with a cheery nudge. “They smell enticingly ripe.”

You hummed, your musings on the unnatural settling into the back of your mind in favor of reaching out to give the fruits a good shake. They did feel quite nice.

Rook swayed a bit at your shoulder, and you glanced up at him with an arched brow.

“Are you alright?”

“I do not often spend time in the sun,” he admitted, and you blinked once again at those lanky shadows before turning on him with a tight, little, frown.

“You should have said something,” you scolded. “I would have brought you a—” your eyes landed on his wide brimmed hat and its cheerful, black, feather as it bobbed in the breeze. “…never mind. But you still should have told me.”

“Ah, your worry is a balm upon ma pauvre âme!” he crooned, resting his palm against his heart. “What has a wretched creature such as I done to earn such warm regard? And alas—what then could this poor beast do to maintain such a blessing?”

“He could help me find a bag of milled flour for one thing,” you sighed, hoping to derail the burgeoning soliloquy.

“But of course!” he chirped and immediately darted off around a corner to hunt down what you’d asked of him.

You gathered up a heaping portion of fresh berries (back to the their healthy, summer, glow now that your shadow had been sent away), and ruffled around in your bag to retrieve the coppers needed to pay for your haul. The vendor reached out a shaky hand to clasp at your wrist and you raised a brow at him curiously.

“Are you okay?” he hissed, still a very unpleasant shade of sea-sick.

“Are any of us really?” you intoned blandly, and dropped the required coins neatly on the cart.

You’d only just turned back around when Rook came trotting back through the rows of carts—three gigantic sacks of flour tossed over one shoulder. It looked absolutely ridiculous, with the mass of them rising far past his head and setting his hat at an awkward slope.

“That seems a little excessive,” you sighed.

“Non, non!” he argued. “You are nearly out! There will certainly not be enough to prepare both the croissants and that lovely chocolate cake you were planning to make.”

“Oh,” you blinked, and mentally tried to tally up whatever had remained of your provisions. He was probably right—you’d gone a bit overboard experimenting with different types of pretzel dough. “You don’t mind carrying that, do you?” you asked with a furrowed brow. “That all looks like it weighs nearly as much as you do.”

Rook chuckled pleasantly under his breath, and somehow managed to dip forward into a bow that didn’t end with the enormous sacks balanced atop his shoulders spilling forward all over the road.

“It would be my pleasure, mon cœur,” he smiled, very nearly a purr.

You shrugged and went back to meandering contentedly through the stalls, happy to push all of the menial physical labor off onto someone who seemed more than delighted to relish in its ache. Rook trailed merrily at your heels—the sun heavy at his back and highlighting each step with those dripping, inky, shadows. The faint outline of a ragged, hooded, robe brushed nearly unseen through the dirt, broken only by trailing, white, puffs of loose flour.

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sacrifesse · 3 months

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🍰 ⋆˙⟡♡ BAKERY iD PACK 〰️

╰┈┈➤ REQUESTED BY ANON ｡

— NAMES : cake , cakie , berry , strawbette , graham , honey , ambrosia , coco , candy , madeleine , cookie , joy , reese , ruth , charlotte , cherry , blanche , blanchette , blanchesse , clementine , julienne , benedict , madeleine , angel , heath , kit , candie , betty

— PRONOUNS : cake/cakes/cakeself , berry/berries/berryself , strawb/strawberry/strawberryself , strawberry/strawberries/strawberryself , honey/honeys/honeyself , candy/candies/candyself , cookie/cookies/cookieself , cherry/cherries/cherryself , confection/confections/confectionself , bread/breads/breadself

— TiTLES : the baker , the one with sweet cravings , the creator of confections , the taste tester , (pronoun) who bakes , (pronoun) who puts together all the right ingredients (to make the most delicious of desserts)

— GENDERS : boulangender , bakerygender , bakerycoric , chocoaltpanic , cakegender , sweetpuppytreatic , chocolatecakegender , vanillacakegender , strawberrycakegender , lemoncakegender , cakegendercollector , cinnacoffeecakegender , cupfunfettic , weddingcakegender , strawnillacakic , cakecatgender , lemcupcaic , cookiecatgender , cookiegender , sprinkleic , birthdaycakic , rainbowcakegender , cinnamorollcakeic , confetticakegender , layeredcakic/tieredcakic , 🍪emojic , jamcookiegender , cookiescomfic , sugarcookiegender , cookiedoughgender

pt: bakery id pack

requested by anon /end pt.

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forlorn-crows · 9 months

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hi. dewswiss. hot summer day. popsicles. put dew in a situation.

- cuck mountain anon

i think swiss ended up in the situation more than dew oops

Dew's mouth is cherry red, slick with syrupy popsicle juice, and Swiss cannot stop staring. He's saying something, Swiss is sure, something about . . . pickups? Tuning? Some complaint about the way his guitar tech strung one of his guitars last time?

Swiss doesn't know. He's not listening. All he's focused on is the way Dew's little pink tongue darts out to catch a stray drip, how his lips suck around the length of the treat, teeth scraping on the way back up.

It’s some berry flavor—strawberry, raspberry. He won’t ask.

He’d rather taste.

Swiss watches a light pink drop trail from the corner of Dew’s mouth all the way down to the underside of his jaw. It threatens to drop, to splatter right on the fire ghoul’s bare chest. Swiss imagines it rolling down, catching on the jewelry running through his nipple. But it doesn’t, because he can’t help it; he reaches out and swipes it up with his thumb, gathering it on the pad and bringing it to his lips with a sly smile.

Dew just rolls his eyes. “You’re not listening,” he deadpans. He takes a deliberate, slow lick of the popsicle, watching Swiss’ eyes track his tongue gliding over the icy surface.

“Hm,” the multi ghoul hums distractedly. “Raspberry.”

“Uh huh,” Dew confirms, flicking his tongue off the melted tip.

Swiss scoffs. “Baby, you’re teasing.”

“I’m eating. You’re staring.” Dew sticks out his tongue at Swiss, showing off the stripe of artificial dye down the middle of his tongue.

Swiss fights the urge to groan when his cock kicks in his shorts. He doesn’t succeed, and a little rumble manages to rattle through his chest.

“Something wrong, baby?” Dew tilts his head, the pet name just as saccharine as the sugar across his tongue. Swiss groans for real then, reaching his hand out to circle Dew’s wrist completely, preventing him from going in for another suck. He leans in close, close enough to feel the huff of Dew’s amused snicker waft over his own mouth, fruity-scented.

“Let me taste you,” he says softly. “Come on, sweetheart—” Swiss noses at the smaller ghoul’s sharp cheekbone, trailing along until his lips kiss the shell of his ear. “—let me sink my teeth in a little.”

The popsicle melts a little more. A drop of it lands on Swiss’ forearm.

“Help me finish it then,” Dew says after a beat. So easily, so simply, as if telling the time. A shrug in the form of words.

Swiss pulls away and shoots him a confused look. Dew rolls his eyes, taking his turn to lean in close, inching the popsicle and his own mouth closer to the multi ghoul.

“I said,” his voice pitching lower into something more mischievous. “Help me—” He gets closer, dropping his gaze down to Swiss’ lips with a smirk. Grinning at the way his grip loosens to let Dew closer, how Swiss’ mouth parts a little the closer he gets.

“—finish it.” Dew seals his mouth around the bottom edge of the frozen treat, pushing the tip of it into Swiss’ lips.

Swiss makes the tiniest of noises before laving his tongue from bottom to top, groaning when he barely licks over Dew's lips in the process. He grips hard on the fire ghoul's wrist and bites around the bottom, trying to nip at him.

Dew pulls away. "You're gonna bite it off the stick, greedy. Stay at the top."

Swiss grumbles but acquiesces, licking sloppily back up the length of the treat. Dew rolls his eyes and sucks hard, siphoning the juice from the ice noisily.

Swiss can't help the noise he makes. He'd rather Dew be sucking on him. Hard and greedy and full of teeth.

He could just bite the rest of it off the stick in one go. He really could just . . .

"Ow, you fucker," Dew swears as Swiss' teeth scrape his top lip as he latches onto the stick and pulls the popsicle clean off in one motion. Two seconds later Swiss smiles wide, fangs glistening with a faint pinkish color. His tongue, too, when he sticks it out, tip of it inches from Dew's nose.

He's smug. Face stuck in that signature shit-eating grin he loves so much.

Dew stares at him, appalled, mouth agape. He glances down at the popsicle stick, now devoid of its treat, then back up at Swiss.

"Did you just swallow that whole?"

Dew doesn't get the answer to that question. But he finds he doesn't particularly need to know, not with the way Swiss pounces on him, clever tongue already licking at his mouth as he presses him down into the grass.

#the band ghost #fanfic #ask #cuck mount anon #ficlet #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swissdew #swiss/dew #dew/swiss #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #idk if this is particularly tantalizing but #enjoy!#i didnt edit or proofread this one bit lmao

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fallenclan · 1 month

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Rotting Berries, by Dice Anon

There are a million stars in the sky tonight.

They dazzle and twinkle without remorse.

A shadow flits across them, wings flapping.

A molding fruit, once ripe, shrivels.

It’s a shame, really.

It could not be stopped.

Cherries die all the time.

Bad harvest, I guess.

A thick branch of belladonna stretches up into the sky.

Woven among blackberries, it goes unnoticed.

It’s oppressive vines, slick with its own venous liquid.

Eyes of sapphire watch.

“It’s for the good of my berries!” it cries.

Once that was true, but now?

It feels joy at cutting down those taller blackberries.

Its mission was once holy, but now blood covers his twisted crown.

He reaches up to those stars, and bathes himself in their holy light.

Swirls of color, shimmering like bismuth, dance in his vision.

He’s given his whole life to his clan, and taken others for his family.

The stars better welcome him wholeheartedly.

Mold covers his paws.

A carnivorous bird fests upon the flesh of another.

An ouroboro for his own honor.

He will destroy himself and everyone else for his family.

The stars will watch.

He will watch them back.

-🎲

so. hows moon 222 treating everyone.

(beetle note: AUGHHHH???? dice i think this is my favorite one yet holy shit. "cherries die all the time. bad harvest, i guess" OHHOOOOHO)

#fallenfic #dice anon

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sakosai · 7 months

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LLOROMANNICCHARIC

— a gender connected to Lloromannic, two characters named Berry and Cherry, from Sanrio.

Pronoun suggestions:

Berry/berries/berryself

Cherry/cherries/cherryself

Dae/demon/demons/demonself

Pup/pups/pupself

Cute/cutes/cuteself

Horn/horns/hornself

Coined by The Presence!

Requested by : Anon

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bellysoupset · 8 months

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Vince and Wendy going out on a dinner date and one of them ends up getting food poisoning

Hi anon! I removed the "out" part, because everyone ignores that Vin is the best cook out of my boys and I'm personally offended. Cook!Vince for the win.

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"Stop," Vince said in a measured manner, when he felt Wendy press a kiss between his shoulder blades and wrap her arms around his torso, "you're gonna make me spill, little miss."

Wendy's cheeks caught on fire as she heard the nickname and she pressed another kiss on his shoulder, tiptoeing as much as she could to kiss his cheek, "I can't help it, you cooking is sexy."

"Everything I do is sexy," Vince scoffed, bumping his hip with her tummy so she'd stop interfering in his plating of the lasagna, "move out of the way, Wendy."

She let go of him, moving to the opposite side of the kitchen and jumping so she could sit on the counter, reaching for the wine bottle Vince had been using to season the food. She took a sip, noticing he too had been occasionally sipping from it by the way his cheeks were rosy.

"Alright, baby, in the oven you go..." Vince whispered, crouching down to put the large glass tray in the oven and then shutting it gently. Wendy pressed her lips not to laugh.

"I'm jealous, you never call me baby."

He scoffed, moving closer and slotting himself right between her legs, "you're so not 'baby', honey," Vin chuckled, nibbling at her bottom lip and bumping her nose with his, "did you..." he pulled back, "did you have cherry today?"

"Uhm?" Wendy wrapped her legs around him, ankles locking around his ass and pulling Vince closer, "no, a raspberry cupcake earlier when I was out with Bella."

Vince made a small appreciative noise as he could still taste the berries in her mouth, going in for a kiss.

She was excited about him cooking. Wendy had heard the guys talk about Vin's cooking before and she had been told by his sister that he was good at it, but somehow she had never had the chance to actually prove it. Something always got in the way, so much so it was a running joke between them that his chef apron was cursed. Every time he had put it on, something else had happened and forced their attention.

Her stomach growled with hunger and Vin pulled back, all smug, "right on time for dinner."

He had outdone himself. Wendy's mouth watered as Vince served her a large piece of spinach lasagna, pressing a kiss to her temple, "enjoy."

For dessert, it was strawberry gelato and Wendy could've sworn she died and went to heaven, "so they weren't exaggerating about your cooking," she moaned, digging on the bottom of the serving dish, her third serving of dessert, while Vince chuckled, eating his fourth serving.

"Oh yeah?" He said, tipping her chair and causing Wendy to scramble and glare at him. She licked off her lips.

"You want praise? Yeah, this is the best food ever, I'm never cooking again. You can take over the kitchen forever," she sighed happily, setting the dish down and then groaning, pulling on the elastic of her skirt, "I may have had a plate too many."

"No such thing," Vince rolled his eyes, pulling her chair closer with his foot and the movement caused a little burp to slip past her lips. Wendy's whole face turned red as she pressed her fist to her mouth and mumbled "excuse me."

Despite her kink, or maybe because of it, she was hyper aware of every little noise her body made. Tummy growls that she found the hottest thing when they came from Vince, made spikes of embarrassment run down her spine when they came from her. Little burps that turned her on when they were her boyfriend's, made her cringe and want to run when they were hers.

"You're in your head, doll," Vince said, getting up from his chair and kissing the top of her head, "you ate a little too much, so what."

"It's gross," Wendy pouted, extremely self conscious of how her stomach was pressing against her skirt and how she wanted to change in her pajamas, how her body would look. She wanted to be hot and cute and... Attractive. This didn't feel attractive.

"Nothing about you is gross," Vince said, returning to the dining area and starting to load the dishes in the dishwasher. Wendy frowned, getting up and biting down another burp. Her stomach gurgled and she fought the urge to touch it, walking to the kitchen and leaning against the doorway, grimacing as the wall pressed on her upset belly.

"It's not exactly dainty," she said and Vince frowned, as if the thought hadn't ever occurred him.

"Dainty?"

"Yeah, cute. Girly," Wendy grimaced, another burp gurgling up her throat and being swallowed back down, causing her stomach to bubble uncomfortably.

He raised his eyebrows, "eating isn't girly?" Vince closed the dishwasher with his hip, twisting the dishcloth in his hand.

"Being a slob isn't," Wendy scoffed, "cute girls don't overdo it and get upset bellyaches and all burpy and bloated and-"

"Honey," Vince chuckled, "you're the sweetest looking thing I've ever seen and you burp. Big deal," he rolled his eyes, "how come stomachaches are only hot when I'm the one suffering?"

"Because you are hot," Wendy wrinkled her nose as he used the dishcloth as a lasso and looped it around her back, pulling her closer, "but I'm-"

"Shut it," Vince scoffed, cupping her face and stopping Wendy's hurtful following words, "don't you dare say that about my girlfriend."

She let out an unhappy noise, mouth snapped shut by his hand cupping her chin, "it's not pretty-" Wendy mumbled and Vince glared at her.

"You're not a barbie doll, Wen. I don't want you to be one," he pressed a kiss on her mouth, muffling the next words, "stop with this nonsense, honey."

Wendy let out a frustrated sigh, but she nodded, knowing there was no hope for him to change her mind with just a couple of words or for her to change his. Vince wrapped his arms around her, steering them back to her bedroom and she unhappily changed into her pajamas, purposefully picking to pair one of his shirts with her little shorts, since it easily dwarfed her and didn't stick to her belly.

If Vince noticed, he said nothing. She sat down on the bed, muffling a string of wet belches as she heard him move around in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, taking a leak and tying up his hair in a little bun. He had the worst habit of stealing her scrunchies, at this point she was sure he had more scrunchies in his dorm than she did in her apartment.

"No skincare tonight?" Vince asked, throwing himself on the bed with a satisfied groan and kicking off the blankets. Wendy grimaced as a cramp squeezed her belly.

"No, I can make up for it in the morning," she groaned, getting up and going to brush her teeth. As she was doing so, the toothbrush triggered her gag reflex and suddenly all the food rushed up, causing her to brace against the sink, squeezing it as she tried to gulp down the awful burning in her throat.

She vaguely heard Vince say something, as she washed her mouth and face, now with sweat prickling her upper lip. The urge to gag lessened, but the nausea stayed, sitting heavy in her belly.

"What did you say?" Wendy mumbled, coming back to the room and turning off the lights on her way in, so he couldn't get a good look of her face.

"I asked if you want to continue Outlander," Vince hadn't gotten the memo she didn't feel like being touched, because he reached in the dark, illuminated solely by the red Netflix logo on her TV screen, and grabbed her thighs, pulling her to lie on top of him.

"You hate Outlander," Wendy said, hiding her face against his chest and cringing when the position put even more pressure on her stomach. She hoped he couldn't feel her belly gurgling something awful through the two layers of fabric.

"Well yeah, it's historical hot garbage," Vin scoffed, twirling one piece of her hair in his fingers, "but you like the little ginger fella."

"There's nothing little about Jamie," Wendy chuckled, but shook her head, exhaustion hitting her, "I think I just wanna sleep this tummy ache off."

"Do you want me to rub your stomach?"

It was an offer she should have predicted, seeing as she did that to him every time he had even a minor bellyache, but she hadn't. Both desire and mortification flooded her. The idea of a belly rub when it was feeling this upset was hot in theory, but the mortification of Vin being so aware of how gross and bloated her belly felt overrode her kink.

"No, don't touch it," Wendy said and he hummed in agreement, wrapping both arms around her and settling for rubbing her back until he lulled her into an unease sleep.

She tossed on the bed as soon as she was asleep, freeing herself from his grasp and curling on her side. Vince was still awake, watching Modern Family on a very low volume. He could vaguely hear Wendy wasn't feeling well, from the little whines coming from her tummy, but she was asleep, so he didn't think of waking her up.

He should've thought of it.

Vince was chuckling at Gloria's remark on the TV when suddenly Wendy lurched up. In her sleepy daze and nausea, she couldn't make out which way was where, so she turned to him. He heard a soft, delicate belch and then suddenly a flood of liquid covered the blankets.

"Dio-Jesus fucking christ, Wendy!" He jumped out of the bed, not angry but surprised, it took a second before concern had him circling the mattress and sitting behind her. There was no salvation for the blankets, not after that massive heave and so all he could do was hold the hair away from her mouth and rub her back, "oh honey, you really overdid it..."

She hiccupped, then let out a sob and Vince frowned, turning on the bedside table lamp since the tv light was hardly enough. It was a gruesome sight. All beige and sticky, the bits of spinach hadn't digested at all. He couldn't help but gag softly against his hand, quickly pushing the queasiness away as he heard yet another pitiful sob.

"I'm so sorry," Wendy whimpered, "I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean-"

"Shhh, I know you didn't mean to puke on my lap," he teased lightly, rubbing her back with a little more force and causing her to gag again, another mouthful of vomit joining the mess, "get it up, honey, you'll feel better..."

Wendy gagged, harshly and then attempted to wrap her arms around her stomach, something he quickly stopped her from doing since she had covered the front of her top with puke, "hurts Vince..."

"Take a deep breath, amore, your tummy should settle now it got the excess off," he patted her back, "it was just too full..."

"No," Wendy shook her head, "I'm still feeling really sick."

He frowned, but said nothing as she gagged again and even more puke joined the mess. It was frankly impressive the amount she could fit inside of her.

She let out a whimper and he bunched up all the hair in one hand, reaching in to wipe her tears, "shhh, you're alright, honey..."

"This is such a mess," Wendy hiccupped, "and my stomach is still hurting..."

"Are you done for now? Can we move to the bathroom?" Vince couldn't believe there was anything left for her to bring up after those massive gushes, but Wendy looked unsure.

"Help me," she said in a tiny voice and he held her arms, carefully removing her from under the ruined duvet and helping her hurriedly walk to the suite's bathroom. Wendy groaned as she caught a glimpse of her ruined pajama shirt, "that's so gross- I'm so gross-"

"I'm gonna get you a new top, honey," Vince promised, lowering her in front of the toilet, "hold on a second."

He rushed back in the room, grabbing a new pj top for her and folding the ruined blanket, running to stuff it in the washing machine.

"Here," Vince ran back to the bathroom, then cringed as he found Wendy draped over the toilet, the bowl already dirty with vomit, "arms up, doll-" he instructed, carefully peeling off the messy shirt. Wendy let out another humiliated groan, eyes tearing up all over again.

"I don't think the food was right," she mumbled, looking beyond nauseated as Vince manhandled her arms in the correct arm holes. He frowned, feeling a little offended.

"...I- But I ate more than you did and I feel fine..." Vince pouted and Wendy let out a little hiccup, turning back to the bowl and spitting the excess saliva.

"Not yours..." her voice was thick with the nausea, "the lunch-" more vomit rushed up and Vince had to scramble to hold her forehead, so she wouldn't hit it against the toilet seat with the force of her heaves. He felt an odd sense of relief that it wasn't his food making her sick.

"Oh no," Vince sighed, grabbing a handful of toilet paper and wiping her mouth when it seemed she was done for the time being. He pressed the back of his hand to her cheeks and forehead, but indeed she was cool to the touch, "you and Bell had the same thing?"

"Yeah..." Wendy leaned heavily on his touch, wincing, "I need... Fuck, I need some privacy," she pushed his arm and Vince raised his eyebrows in confusion, only to be answered by her tummy growling loudly. He flinched in sympathy, having been in that position too many times to count.

"Take your time, I'm gonna go out to call Lucas, make sure Bells is fine," Vince said, reassuring her he'd be nowhere near to hear any noise, knowing his girlfriend would definitely feel better that way, "shout if you need me."

"Uhummm," was all Wendy replied, squeezing her eyes shut as a cramp hit her.

It worried him to leave her alone, but true to his word he did get out of the bedroom, opening the windows to get rid of the smell of vomit and walking to the laundry room, phone pressed between his cheek and ear.

It rang only twice before Lucas picked it up, despite the fact it was late at a night. A bad sign in itself.

"Hey," Lucas said, voice alert, "I'm guessing you're calling because of Wen?"

"Bella also got it, then," Vince sighed, "how is she?"

"Bella, you wanna answer Vince how you're feeling?" Luke's playful voice travelled through the phone and then a loud whine, causing Vince to let out a snort.

"That great, uh?"

"Amazing," Lucas scoffed, "but I think it's just food poisoning, she's already holding down liquid. I'm not worried... How's Wendy?"

"Sick as hell," Vince cringed, turning on the washing machine and leaning against it, "I'm a little worried, she's tiny..."

"She'll be fine, it's just food poisoning, Vin," Lucas reassured him, voice getting deep as he yawned mid sentence, "look, give her sometime, if she's still sick in the morning then call up Jonah."

Vince bit the inside of his cheek, nodding before he realized his friend couldn't see him, "yeah alright. Tell Bells I hope she feels better soon..."

"I will," Lucas yawned again and then hung up with a sleepy "bye", Bella echoing him in the background.

Vince walked back inside the common area of the apartment, walking back to the bedroom. The bathroom door was still shut, so he knocked, "Wendy? Are you okay?"

"Yes, go away!" she exclaimed immediately and he pulled back from the door, frowning.

"Do you need anything?"

"For you to go away!"

"Ah, okay..." he pouted, "I'll be in the living room."

True to his word, he walked out once again, but couldn't bring himself to sit in the living room when she was this sick. Instead he sat down in the hallway, battling sleep and mentally counting. If she wasn't out soon, he'd go and knock again.

Ten minutes passed with no noise, no nothing and Vince inched closer to the door, poking his head back inside the room, "Wendy, I'm worried-"

"I'm fine!" she exclaimed again, although he was pretty sure she was crying. Vince's heart squeezed.

"Honey, please let..."

Finally the door opened and Wendy stumbled out. Her face was waxy pale and she had pulled her hair back with the pink wool headband she used when doing her skincare. It looked comically out of place.

Vince rushed up crossing the room in two steps and reaching to hold her, a good thing he did because it looked like she could barely stand.

"It hurts, Vin..." Wendy choked up, allowing him to pull her to the bed. Vince let out a whimper of his own in sympathy, helping her get comfortable.

"I need you to drink some water, Wen," he said, sitting next to her and planting a hand on her back as Wendy curled up around him as if he was a teddy bear.

"No," she groaned, "it's just gonna come back up... Or worse."

"Maybe, but you still have to drink," he reached to grab his own water bottle and held it to her mouth, "just one sip," Vince bargained when she wrinkled her nose and tried to pull back.

With some ushering he managed to get her to drink a full gulp, Wendy immediately curling up even more and muffling a sick belch against the pillow.

"I don't want you to see me like this," she moaned, face buried in the soft pillow case and Vince rolled his eyes.

"You're delirious," he joked, leaning in to press a kiss on her forehead, "move, let me rub your belly."

"I'm not feverish," Wendy scoffed and refused to move, her pale and clammy cheeks gaining a pink flush at his offer, "don't touc-"

She never finished that sentence, because Vince scooped her up easily, sliding under her and lifting up the pajamas top so he could plant his hand against her turbulent tummy.

"Excuse me?" Wendy scoffed, but all annoyance melted on her face as she pressed her head to his lap and Vince gently started to knead her belly, "god, this feels horrible..."

"Luke said Bella is already keeping down liquid, you'll be out of the woods soon," Vince said, frowning as he could feel all the angry bubbles under his hand. Wendy had a soft, squishy tummy most days, but now it was bloated so much that it felt hard to the touch, "you should sue."

"I should," Wendy planted a hand to her mouth, muffling a sick belch and mumbling "excuse me."

He patted her ass with a frustrated groan, "there's no point in the belly rub if you don't let the gas out, Wendy," he moved his hand back to where it was, "I'm never grossed out by you, I love you."

She sighed, turning so she could press her face to his stomach instead of being facing away, "I know, it's just... It's just hard... I don't want to be disgusting, I want to be beautiful and I don't think... I don't like you seeing me like this."

Vince slid down the bed a little, running his free hand through her hair, "you are beautiful, Wen. I'm serious, you're gorgeous... Being sick doesn't change that."

She let out a groan, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye and Vince frowned, he knew this was an emotional talk, but it was clearly harder for her to say this out loud than he was taking into account.

"I'm scared that you'll find me repulsive and not want to be with me anymore," Wendy mumbled, as if the words physically hurt her to say and Vince's heart broke in a million pieces.

"I don't like the guy I am in your head," he chastised, cupping her face, and she widened her eyes, scrambling to interrupt him, but Vince pressed a finger over her lips, "I love you. Do you understand that? It means so much more than how you look, honey."

She seemed ready to cry, so she ducked her head, pressing her cheek to his chest, "I love you too," Wendy said in a little voice and Vince sighed, kissing the top of her head, not feeling one bit reassured. He wondered who had convinced her she'd be unlovable if she was ugly.

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #food poisoning #upset belly #wendy marshall #it's been so long since i ended a fic in angst #missed it

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gggOoooOOOOD MORNING ‼️‼️ ive been eating up your masterlist esp your racer au UGHHHH that was the last thought in my head before sleep and the first when i woke racer!geto was just. so. fking. h o t. u dont understand like that has a G R I P on me rn UGHHHH I LOVE IT SM do u have any spare hc for geto in this racer!au? if u dont thats okay! just know i ate that fic up 🫶🏻🫶🏻🥺🥺

a/n: thank u anon 4 the support im glad u liked the racer!au hehe. the original au here, how did you meet and geto’s own elaboration post for context. tagging @na-t0 @crysugu @omgeto @slttygeto / 2.4k

warnings: (in second half of post) mentions + discussions of semi-public sex, filming, fingering while driving, oral (f and m receiving), protected and unprotected sex, f and m masturbation, phone / webcam sex, sharing with gojo & nanami

AAHHH i might have !!! racer!geto has a special place in my heart huhu i would love to develop more

to start off i would say that he’s just… such a good bf. like i know it’s obvious but also the next day after your late night drifting he texted you to ask if you wanted to go back to the cafe :D

he paid for everything again and he was so happy seeing u get another cinnamoroll trinket !!

so when the cafe has another sanrio event you BET hes bringing you there again. it just so happened that it was a berry and cherry event too ahhhh geto’s so cute getting all excited and stuff

he got you two matching coffees with berry and cherry foam art

that cafe has become a monument in your relationship — your first date, the place where geto officially asks you to be his partner with a big bouquet of flowers that you’re hiding ur face wherever you go for the rest of the day cause it’s huge 😭 he brings you there with his racer friends as well (gojo cheers and nanami scoffs that these things weren’t for him but he loved their pastries wheeee)

attentive, attentive! always leaves his jacket in the car for you if you get cold in his Mazda. resorts to a jacket he doesnt like to wear much but bc he always puts you first, he doesn’t mind :(

geto doesnt like to race with outerwear on him so he always loves seeing you greet him after a successful race with a big grin on your face, jacket swallowing ur physique as u keep urself protected against the tokyo chill !!!

said this before but he looooves seeing you in his car. it just ignites something in him, seeing you propped up on the leather seats and looking out the window when you’re driving. it just gets him sort of feral

ALSO also bc his Mazda was his first proper and real racing car he’s very selective of who he lets touch it / sit in it etc

so when gojo does it he swats him away like a fly and asks him not to dirty his finishing as also geto is the only one to be seen in his car until you come along and gojo sees you sitting on the hood

hes reaching forward to tell you to get off bc he knows suguru doesnt like it but your bf only walks up between your legs to greet you with a big smile. the betrayal gojo felt 💀

overall the relationship with geto is quiet and calming. no need for talking if you dont feel like !!! all racer geto needs is his hand on your thigh that’s always stroking the skin there and you

but loves it when you do talk! he tries so hard not to turn to you cause if he does he’d crash the car 😭😭 he just loves ur beauty and the way you ramble so much !!

one time he swerved and almost hit a car because he was watching you talk about the recent research you did on cars and also running back the terminology he’s been patiently teaching you

to hear his partner talk about cars >>> he’s so excited that you’re finally entering his world that he gets so engrossed and almost collides 😭

NO MORE pls omg he was more scared than you were

but also running off on that, geto is understanding when he teaches you about terminology about racing, abt the parts in a car. he took apart an old car in his garage just to teach you and he loved that you were trying your best to memorise everything 🥹

getting into an rs with geto also has given you more confidence, so he loves how you strut your stuff. he wasnt complicit in anything truly !!! didnt force you to wear anything or do anything you didnt want to, so he was very proud of you when you came out of your shell

geto would love you either way :3 hes just a sweet boy like that

i also relate him to han very closely from f&f… always eating his snacks in tokyo drift LMFAO - geto is chill, letting you feed him his snacks as you cuddle up on him on his hood and watch the new race

ok so, he LOVES racing and geeking out about them but he finds sometimes he watches you way more than the races and before then the race is already over 😭

“suguru! did you see how i crushed the other guy?” gojo emerges and shouts across the parking lot and geto is just like “huh? sorry i wasnt looking was too busy looking at my lover” LMAOOO

when you can’t attend his races you always make it a point to send a selfie with your cherry keychain and he sends one with his berry one back and its just soooo cute youre giving him so much wallpaper material!!

also likes to bring you on drives at night - if you need to rush something or study you bet he’ll be there. he’ll try not to interrupt you, looking at your knees tucked in your arms and memorising your notes

he plays those subliminal audios as a joke and annoys you in the process 💀

and then just pecks your forehead in apology as he watches or helps you with assignments while occasionally looking out the window and smoking

geto always has a hand on you. it shows his possessive streak and just a general love for physical touch

like i said doesnt pressure u into anything but you’ve expressed interests in his tattoos before

you get a tramp stamp with him for your first one! the pain wasnt that bad, more from lying on your stomach for like 2.5h because of the shading lol. it’s a simple one, but a popular one because of the culture

geto offered to pay for you and you rejected, and he said “alright. half at least” and you didnt exactly oppose that because you were running low on jpn yen for your overseas exchange stay

the tattoo looked so good omfg geto was like . going INSANE it was lowkey funny

gojo and nanami wouldnt hear the end of it for like 3 weeks 😭😭😭

had the photo of you and your tramp stamp as his lockscreen for the longest time

as always tattoos are very addictive! you got a few more in the short span of 6 months (maybe 2-3 small ones) but what really made geto go like. clinically insane was this super big on on your thigh (peep the very first post of this au!!)

it’s a spider with chinese traditional ropes and it was by far your biggest one, taking a dent in your account that you had to lie and ask ur parents for more money after and promise to pay back by working part time

ok i need to preface this part first that geto adores your thighs - you didnt show much of it at first but when you start to be more comfortable with the racing scene he almost came in his pants when you first wore a miniskirt

so to see such beautiful ink on YOUR thighs oh my days felt like you were a goddess walking down the steps to his garage

has a little matching tattoo with you :( it’s not too obvious, but has features of berry and cherry on the both of you <3 down the line he would get other vague and subtle couple tats with you but if you want to mark up your body however you wanna he’d like that too :3

so i actually left the latest fic on a cliffhanger… bro was so heartbroken after you left :( couldnt race properly, couldnt focus in uni, poor boy

even gojo or nanami couldnt get thru to him, but over time he got used to the distance and timezones. moves his whole set-up to the garage just so he’d get better wifi there and also show the latest upgrades to his car !!! the webcam quality is pretty shitty on both ends though so you get disappointed more than once trying to talk to him bc the call isnt connecting well :/

continues to send those berry / cherry pics where you’re miles away, and more than once suguru has gone to bed crying :(( but i will keep these sad ones short bc i hate angst and also i might wanna write a next part uh… we’ll see

geto also mails things to you which take ages to ship and you only get the presents one month before you finish uni for good and 💀 it’s so funny seeing his shock at you having just received his gifts

a sweet, sweet bf who takes care of you immensely <3

n*sfw hc’s under divider

now >:) i also dont want to go into too much detail because. i might. MIGHT. continue. do not ask for the next part explicitly tho that shit annoys me. but geto loves to see your body on his car and the risks that come with it

you guys fuck more in his car compared to his or your room looool.

fingers you when he drives sometimes. when you’re feeling needy all you need to do is drag his fingers to your throbbing core and let him feel how wet you are.

he tries so hard not to look at you bc you know what happened the last time, so he relies purely on his touch and your hands, fingers slipping inside your panties and he grabs onto the steering wheel with the hardest grip

geto has the patience of a monk, however, letting you use him for your high and grinding down on his fingers. it’s usually not after the race or errand that he properly fucks you bc he knows if he starts he will. not. stop. not even lying

has adrenaline high after racing and will fuck you always unless he’s roughed up, but unlike gojo he probably will drive to a more secluded area. the car is there, the risk is there, it gets geto all riled up

one time he was pissed his opponent scratched his Mazda while racing and while he still won, he pushed you into his leather seats to slam into you. he was going so hard the car was shaking, and he teasingly shows you the brief video gojo sends you later, caressing your very sore legs (you were fine with the recording)

“guess i went too hard, huh?”

you shove him and tell him jokingly, “tell your pervert friend to stop filming us!”

“you like it. me showing everyone who you belong to.” geto is so possessive i swear

loves fucking you in the mountains bro is freaky asf. brings you on late night drives and lays on the hood with you to watch the stars - sometimes it ends cleanly but most times you’re feeling up each other until you’re bent over his Mazda letting him fuck you raw

has fucked you while in the driver’s seat, riding him. has given u oral as u lay on the hood of his car, done a full nelson in his backseat whew you name it he’s so gross and filthy.

when u contrast it properly with how loving and generous he is and to him when it comes to you and your body the difference is insane. but it also sometimes seeps through when he can’t handle your cute outfits and just has to land a smack and squeeze to your ass

ok this isnt n*sfw but it’s so hot of him - he HAS done this before. made you sit in gojo’s car as he drifted around you in a quiet tokyo crossing late one night and oh my god you made sure he knew how attractive you thought he was. gojo left right away when you two started flirting 💀

likes to both give and receive, so the first time you go down on him was possibly just right after he’s done the drifting around you and you couldn’t resist palming him from the passenger’s seat. you asked him to pull over immediately went to the driver’s side and started pulling at his pants.

you didnt even think that your knees were going to be on gravel so before you could kneel down to suck him off he took his jacket from the back seat to put on the ground …. and then proceeded to get the best blowjob of his life LMFAOOOO

getos a little crazy it’s ok i can take him ! but yea hes filthy thru and thru and dude he missed you sm when you left back to your country.

of course, of COURSE has jerked off at the thought of you, to photos you’d send of a new outfit. also has proposed having phone sex. webcam sex is reserved for special occasions because the sight of you playing with yourself is enough for him to book a flight 😭 he possibly couldnt handle it so he settles for your voice only

he doesnt like to share you, but when you do ask if youve ever thought of getting gojo and nanami in on the fun …. ooh. good luck

again his possessiveness shows so he doesn’t let them fuck you raw lol but rather ask them to get their own condoms 💀💀

his friends r freaks too you realise but it’s time to time where the three of them will organise dates to have some fun with you, but only when youre comfortable. geto putting ur comfort first always 🙏

so sometimes you reject them bc you have an exam comin up etc and geto just treats you in his car or your bedroom alone and even with just him, hes already enough to make you go crazy and moan <3

peep that op has that same exact spider tattoo on her thigh~ teehee

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