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violetflowerswrites · 2 years

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Too Complicated

Summary: On a drunken whim, Jim Street and his roommate share a kiss. They try to forget it the next morning, but things only end up getting more complicated when a second kiss leads to much more. (Sex. They have lots of it.)

Pairing: Jim Street x (Female) Reader

Disclaimer: teasing and flirting and plenty of good ol sexual tension. Some mention of the foster system, homelessness, drug addiction, custody of children, and jail (reader is a social worker). Soft and caring Street. Reader can’t take a compliment. Alcohol consumption (both are 21+). Kissing and touching. The smut in this is absolutely filthy. Oral sex (female and male receiving). Consensual P in V sex. Definitely 18+ for explicit smut and language.

Word Count: 4.0k

A/N: I had a LOT of fun writing this fic with Jim Street. SWAT might be one of my fave shows right now and something about Street and his cute little dimples just makes my heart go–! I also got a little intense with the case that the reader talks about. It’s inspired by some real students I’ve encountered in my (very short) time as a teacher. ALSO I am sorry not sorry about how dirty the smut got in this so PLEASE use your good judgment before reading this. I was heavily inspired by a GREAT video on Bellesa by the same title. So here’s my tribute to Street and all his beautiful baby boy energy!

The bright LA morning sun is shining lazily through the kitchen window while you mindlessly shove another bite of cereal into your mouth. You scroll through instagram, liking pictures of your friends and their dogs when you hear clomping footsteps come out into the room.

Your back tenses up immediately and you force yourself to look as if this was just another typical morning living with Officer Jim Street, LAPD SWAT.

Street, on the other hand, acts like nothing is amiss and he goes straight to the cabinet, grabs a glass, and starts mixing his usual disgusting protein shake.

The silence drags on for a few minutes more, but it feels like an eternity. You finally twist around in your chair, and god, why did he have to be shirtless today of all days? You try not to get distracted by Street’s biceps and washboard set of abs as he leans against the kitchen island, sipping his drink and scrolling on his phone.

He doesn’t even bother to look up until you break the quiet with: “So, we’re not gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Street asks, his drink half raised to his mouth.

“Last night. We got drunk–and we kissed.”

…

That Friday night started out like any other.

You were sitting on the couch watching some overdramatic crime show when you heard the unmistakable sound of the front door being unlocked and a pair of thick-soled boots thumping onto the hardwood floor.

“You know those shows are all super inaccurate, right?” Street comments from the doorway.

“Hi to you too. There’s brownies on the counter.” You continue watching, but you roll your eyes at him even though he can’t see it.

Street rubs his hands in anticipation of a treat. You’re an excellent baker, and one of the best perks of having you as a roommate is that you’ll sometimes leave a plate of goodies out, with a sticky note and bold sharpie letters explaining what it is. It was the best pick me up after a long day at SWAT, and he always had trouble limiting himself to just one dessert. After all, he has to stay fit for work, or so he tells himself.

But tonight, the counter had brownies. And another plate of chocolate chip cookies. And another with lemon bars. And a pile of freshly washed mixing bowls stacked high on the drying rack that told him all he needed to know about your day.

You were stress baking.

This had happened a few times before and it usually meant you had a particularly difficult case at work, and you put all your frustration into the sugar, butter, and flour.

In a weird way, Street benefited from your stress, but he also proved to be a good listener, and the two of you became pretty good friends after those deep conversations.

So this time, Street stuffed a brownie into his mouth as he went to the fridge, grabbed a can of beer for himself and your bottle of wine, and settled onto the couch next to you. He paused Netflix and poured you a glass, forcing you to look at him.

“You stress baked again.”

“Hmph.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining ‘cause I get to eat it all, but you wanna talk about it?”

You stare at the glass of wine that Street handed you and decided that you didn’t really want to get into it. Not while you were this sober at least.

“I’m trying out recipes for a bridal shower next month. Try each one and tell me which one I should make.” You change the topic, avoiding eye contact.

Street knows you don’t really like opening up and he gets it–neither does he. So he decides to play along and grabs one of each treat.

“I’ve already had the brownie so let me try the cookies and the lemon bars. Do you want any?”

“Can I have another lemon bar?”

“How many have you had today?”

“Shut up.”

Street laughs and brings you one, while you nibble on it quietly. He says the lemon bar is the winner and you agree.

The silence stretches on for a bit longer while the two of you drink and eat. To his credit, Street is pretty patient when he wants to be.

At last, the light tingling in your head from the wine finally loosens your tongue to say what’s really on your mind.

“I’m tearing apart a family.” You can’t bring yourself to look at Street so you stare out the window at the glittering lights of the city instead.

“What’s the case?” Street asks quietly. You’re a social worker and Street has trusted you enough to tell you his story before. And of course, cops and social workers sometimes go hand in hand, and it’s never a kid who’s in a great situation. So you know Street gets it. It’s just hard what the two of you have to deal with at work sometimes.

Too hard.

“Mom and the kids used to be homeless, up in the Tenderloin in SF. They moved down here to LA to stay with a relative until they got back on their feet. Kids make it to school most of the time, and they are doing well. But Mom’s on and off drugs. I’ve met her and she’s so loving and so committed, but it’s hard for her to stay clean. We’ve been working with her and a program and it’s been going well, but Dad just got out of jail. The oldest had a panic attack at school because Dad came back to visit. And now, Mom’s back on her habit again and the court is saying she might lose custody if she can’t stay sober for 6 months. If she loses custody, I need to place the kids in a foster home.”

“Okay. You’ve handled, what, hundreds of cases like this by now, right, Y/N? What’s getting you about this one?”

You finally look at Street’s steady gaze and say what’s really on your mind.

“I feel like it’s gonna be my fault if the family breaks apart. She’s about to lose her kids, and there’s four of them. They’re all in a great elementary school right now and they love their teachers. I’ve personally visited them at school and they feel so safe and happy and supported there. They’re making good grades and their teachers are so patient with them and if Mom loses custody, I won’t be able to keep them in the same home, let alone the same school.”

You tip back the last of your wine and quickly pour another glass, trying to drown your frustration in the alcohol.

Street watches you quietly, before gently grabbing your wrist, and making you put down the bottle. Your skin is hot, but you tell yourself it’s because of the wine, and not his touch.

“Hey. It’s not your fault if the family breaks apart. You can’t control addiction and their situation.”

“Hah!” You laugh bitterly. “I know it’s out of my control. I’m freakin’ trained to not let my personal feelings get involved in my cases, but this one…I don’t know. It feels personal.”

“You feel responsible. And that’s because you care about them, Y/N. That’s not a bad thing.” Street encourages you earnestly.

You feel a hot flush creep up your neck and you quickly lean back into the couch, and immediately spill the wine onto your shirt.

“Shit!” You look down and there’s a purple stain blooming right on top of your chest. You hop up to go change while Street hides a chuckle by taking another sip of his beer.

“I saw that!” You yell over your shoulder.

“What?” Street replies, innocently.

You throw your stained shirt into the hamper and notice one of Street’s black SWAT t-shirts folded neatly on top of the dryer. You decide to throw it on and it’s much softer and looser and comfier than you expected.

You walk out with it on as if nothing happened and you plop right back onto the couch.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” Street comments with surprise lacing his tone.

“It was clean. Can I keep it?” You ask jokingly.

“Uhh…y-yeah. I have more.” Street stutters out an answer.

When you came out in his shirt, it was the first time he felt his stomach flutter around you. There was something about the way you looked so…domestic? Comfortable? Relaxed? in his t-shirt, with a tiny pair of booty shorts and your hair up in a messy bun that just seemed so right.

Street clears his throat, trying to shove those unexpected feelings down.

“Anyway. Like I was saying. You’re frustrated because you care about them. You’re a great social worker, Y/N. I know you’re gonna do right by those kids. As best as you can.” Street compliments.

You hate compliments so you take another sip of your wine and mumble into your glass, your cheeks turning bright red.

“Shut up.”

That only encourages Street to double down with even more honest praise.

“I mean it, Y/N. You’re good at what you do because you actually care about the kids. I mean, if you were in charge of my case, I bet I wouldn’t have ended up in half the foster homes I did growing up.” Street continues.

“Shut up, Street.” You look up to glare at him and you lightly shove him in the arm. You really really hate compliments. Especially when it comes from such a genuine place of heartfelt encouragement. Gross.

“Hey, I’m just telling the truth.” Street puts his hands up in surrender, trying to calm you down. “If I can see how hard you work and how much you care, I’m sure the kids can too. They know you’re on their side. No matter what happens, they know you fight for them. Every day.”

“Jim, shut up!” You burst out, and you find yourself half in Street’s lap, your right fist balled up in the collar of his t-shirt. He’s leaning back on the couch, his hands still up and his eyebrows raised in shock.

“S-sorry, did I take it too far?” Street starts to apologize, but you cut him off.

“Shut up…” you whisper, eyes locking with his. “And kiss me.”

Street immediately brings his hand down to your face and gently tilts your head for a tender kiss.

You enjoy his gentle touch for about two seconds before you break it off and you’re so embarrassed you can’t look him in the eye.

What the hell was that?

“I-I’m sorry, shit, I don’t know what came over me, I must be drunk.” You stumble off, grabbing your wine glass and dumping the rest of the drink down the kitchen sink. Street quickly scrambles up to follow you into the kitchen.

“Hey, look, Y/N –” Street starts but you interrupt him by whipping around with the detachable faucet head in your hand.

He takes a step back, unsure of what in the world you’re doing.

“Spray me.” You state as if this were a perfectly normal situation.

“W-what?” Street stutters out.

“I said, spray me! I need to sober up.” You grin at him, trying to hide your embarrassment at what just happened with your freakin’ roommate of all people.

Street finally catches on and grins back at you. He grabs the faucet head and aims it at you and you take a step back, immediately regretting your strange request.

“Don’t make a mess.” You hesitate.

“You asked for this,” Street laughs, and sprays you right in your face.

You half sputter out water, and half laugh, shaking your head like a wet dog.

“Okay, okay! I’m sober! Goodnight, Street!”

You run off to the shower and go to bed, leaving a bewildered Jim Street staring at the wet footprints you left behind all over the apartment.

…

“Oh. That kiss.” Street looks up at you and shrugs. “I completely forgot about that.”

“You…forgot.” You state flatly, not believing him for a second.

“Yep.”

“Street, we’re roommates and that kiss complicates things.”

“Why would it complicate things? You said it, you were drunk. Let’s just forget it.”

You stand up as Street starts walking out of the kitchen, following him.

“Jim. Stop it.”

He pauses at the entrance to the living room. Where everything went wrong last night. He turns slowly in his sock-clad feet to look at your flushed face and irritated stance with your arms crossed over your chest. You only use his first name when you’re being serious.

“Okay, fine. So what, you wanna discuss why, as roommates, we shouldn’t be kissing?” Street states with a hint of sarcasm.

“This is embarrassing enough.” You huff out a scoff. You can’t believe him! “Do I really have to spell it out for you? I asked you to kiss me. That means, whether I like it or not, there’s something there.”

“Y/N. You were drunk. I wasn’t.” Street’s voice has dropped to a low volume, and he steps even closer to you. “So when you asked me, I chose to kiss you.”

“And I kissed you back. And I liked it.” You admit in a hushed tone.

“I liked it too.” Street unexpectedly replies.

“I thought you said you didn’t remember.” You shoot back at him.

“Of course, I remember.” Street says indignantly. He rubs his hand over his face in exasperation and sighs.

“So… what now? Does this mean one of us should move out? I mean, we can’t go back to how things were before. Maybe I could crash at my sister’s for a bit until we figure things out–”

“Y/N, Y/N, stop. You’re making things too complicated.”

“Well, what am I supposed to–”

Street cuts you off by pressing his lips against yours. His hand reaches up to caress your face, just like last night, and you grab his wrist, not to pull him away, but to hold yourself steady. As if you couldn’t believe this was really happening. Again.

With a small gasp, you break it off.

“We should stop.” You breathe out.

“I don’t want to.” Street murmurs quietly.

“Me neither.”

With that, you find yourself slammed into the wall, your hands wrapped around the back of your roommates’ neck, kissing as if your life depends on it. Street’s unshaved stubble scratches at your soft skin, a sensation you never knew you would enjoy. His lips dance against yours deliciously, as you tease and bite him, trying to savor how he feels against you.

This is bad. You’re getting really turned on. But you feel a hard log bump against your leg, and you know you’re not the only one getting aroused.

Before you lose your nerve, you sneak a hand in between your bodies and feel Street through the flannel of his pjs, and his thick length starts to harden in your hand.

“Mmph! Y/N…” Street groans against your mouth and you know you’re doing something right.

But he returns the favor by feeling up your chest, pulling off your hoodie and exposing your bare breasts from under your bralette. He immediately palms your sensitive nipples in one hand, while the other tucks into your shorts, seeking out your wet core.

Your breath starts coming in pants, combined with quiet mewls of arousal as Street rubs your pussy through your panties. You press your back against him, one of your hands gripping his wrist that is still locked onto your breast, while the other continues to rub his member.

“Oh god, Street, this feels–” you can barely get a coherent sentence out when Street turns you around and presses you up against the wall, pulls down your panties, and proceeds to eat you out.

You cry out at the new sensation, his hot, wet tongue dancing inside your folds. Your shaking thighs can barely keep you upright, so you try to steady yourself by gripping the short brunette hair on Street’s head. That only serves to turn him on even more, and he starts sucking on your clit. The pleasure makes your head spin and you can’t stop moaning at his relentless attack on your pussy.

Soon enough, you slide down the wall in a crumpled heap, but not before you grab Street’s pants and pull them down during your descent.

You don’t dare make eye contact with him. Instead, you simply stroke his thick length, weighing it in your palm, and you lick a wet stripe up to his tip. Street rewards you with a deep, gravelly moan, and you quickly suck him down your throat. You can taste him, a mix of saltiness and sweat, and your feral mind goes crazy.

You love the feel of him under your tongue, and Street grabs your hair into a loose ponytail, his eyes closed with pleasure. You bob your head up and down on his cock, trying to breathe through it all, and taking him as deep as you can.

Street finally pushes your shoulder back in a wordless gesture to stop. You look up at him with a grin, and swipe the back of your hand across your mouth. Before you can get a word out, Street pulls you up roughly and grabs your ass, spreading apart your cheeks.

You know what he’s aiming for and you brace yourself on the wall.

“Shit!” You hiss out your favorite swear word as Street enters your dripping pussy. He wraps a muscled arm around your ribs and you quickly grab onto him as he shakes your whole body with violent thrusts. His hips lift up into yours, making your ass jiggle and the skin of both of your bodies clap together sinfully. Jim Street fills you up so well, and it feels nothing short of incredible.

“You’re so–mmm!---so wet for me, Y/N.” Street grits out between clenched teeth. You’re about to reply when he spins you around again, and scoops you up in a delicate balancing act.

You let out a yelp while Street drops you right onto his cock, his thick thighs and bulging biceps keeping the both of you upright.

You’ve never been with a man who was strong enough to do this before, and you’ve definitely found a new favorite sex position.

“Ah! Street!” You gasp out at each thrust. “Don’t drop me!”

“I won’t.” Street promises, spearing you with his cock over and over. You roll your body against his, trying to get him to go deeper each time, while your ankles lock behind his waist. He even manages to kiss you again as he bounces you on top of his thick member.

After a moment, Street finally lets you go, and you slip down, almost losing your footing.

He laughs at your clumsiness. “Couch?”

“I think it’s a little safer.” You tease him, swiping back your messy hair away from your face.

Street hops over the couch and you roll your eyes at him showing off his athleticism. You walk around it, like a regular person, and you see him laid back, legs spread, arms crossed behind his head.

“Someone’s ready for more.” You laugh at him, kissing him on the cheek. As much as you tease him, you know you aren’t satisfied yet either.

So you climb on top, carefully sinking down onto his erect cock, and you sigh at being filled to the brim once again. You waste no time rolling on his lap, over and over. Soon, that motion graduates to bouncing on top of him, your voice coming out in little yelps that drives Street crazy with lust. He grips your hips, helping you land just right every time.

“Hold on, Y/N, just hold on a second.” He taps your ass and you pause.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” You pant out, your heart racing from the sex and the exertion.

Street slides down from under you until he’s sitting on the carpet and your dripping center is right above his face.

“I want to taste you.” Street breathes out, his hot exhale tickling your wet folds.

“Oh shit.” You whisper, and your face flushes, as if your skin couldn’t get any hotter by now. So you grant his wish and you gently lower your pussy onto his face, trying not to smother him. His expert tongue penetrates you, finding your slick opening and stimulating you to the point that you think you might pass out. You let out a feral cry, your body making the dirtiest squelches you’ve ever heard, and your voice becomes a mess of feeble noises you didn’t think you were capable of.

Who knew that Jim Street was so good at eating pussy?

Your orgasm sneaks up on you suddenly, and you simply bite your bottom lip and start quivering. The sensation is so overwhelming that you can’t even speak. But you’re sure Street realizes what’s happening because he stops and cups your vibrating center with his hand, holding you still, and he kisses you with lips wetted by your arousal.

You finally let out a moan, and he lays you back down onto the couch. Meanwhile, he gently enters your pussy with his digits, quickly becoming coated in your cum. He spreads it around, scissoring inside of you until you're a mewling mess once again.

He reaches out to palm your breasts, never ceasing in his quest to truly ruin you for anyone else. You inadvertently let out a whimper of pleasure as his hands work their magic. God, his touch lights your skin on fire!

“Street, oh my god, that was good. So good.” You praise breathlessly, gripping the back of his neck as you press your forehead to his, your chest rising and falling rapidly under his rough hands.

“I know. You came really hard. It was hot.” Street smirks at you and you’re too spent to tell him to shut up.

“Can I…” you feel almost too shy to say it aloud, but you do it anyway. “Can I make you cum?”

Street groans at your request, before nodding quickly. You carefully lift up a leg over his shoulder and he braces his arms beside your head. He lines up his throbbing member against your slick entrance and proceeds to rail your body like a doll.

He slams into you deeply, pulling and pushing through your hot pussy that grips him like a vice. Your juices soak him so that every penetration is quick and easy, so much so that he makes your butt lift off the couch with each thrust. Before you know it, Street’s movements get faster, and even more frantic, an unmistakable sign that he’s close.

“I’m gonna—!” Street growls out, his abs clenching as he uses all of his strength to thrust into your throbbing core.

You both let out a moan at the same time. Street pulls his member out of you and cums all over your chest and stomach, his pearls painting your skin as the two of you try to catch your breath.

Sweat makes both of your skin glisten and you carefully sit up, draping your legs over his lap, and wrapping your arms around him. You lean a tired head on his shoulder, cuddling your naked body into his large one.

He wordlessly reaches up a hand to hold your arm, the other is rubbing soothing circles on your thighs with his thumb.

You stay wrapped up in each other for a few minutes, quietly breathing in and out.

When your heartbeat finally calms down, you look up at him, only to find that Street is already looking at you.

“Plans today?” You ask nonchalantly.

“Nope.” He replies, just as casually.

“Dinner?” You offer.

“Sounds complicated.” He teases you.

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise and you shove him off the couch. He tips over easily and falls over onto the floor, totally caught off guard.

“Shut up, Street!” You exclaim, running off towards the shower.

“And kiss you?”

You whip your head around just in time to catch Street’s grin that takes up his whole face, making his irresistible dimples even more apparent on his cheeks.

You take one look at his stupid face and you know that it’s not complicated at all. You’ve fallen for Jim Street. Simple as that.

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fictionalsimpybish · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Loki x GN!Reader

Warings: None! Just fluff

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO LOKI, I WANTED TO MAKE SOMETHING SWEET SO HERE YA GO, I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

You and Loki had been in a relationship for years, it took a lot of time for both him and you to freely open up to each other, about your past, insecurities, and more, but once you both had enough trust, things changed, in a very pleasant way.

Months ago, Loki had finally told you what day his birthday was, you always nagged him, and he finally told you the day

December 17th

That was now today

You had been planning his birthday surprise ever since you found out

If you were being honest, you didn't know how birthday parties worked, you never had them growing up, your parents gave you money to buy something you liked, but sometimes you wouldn't get much because of money problems, but now your older, you have a job, and money, but you just knew that it had to be a surprise, you didn't want him knowing hopefully he didn't already suspect anything

Putting the ingredients into a bowl and mixing till needed to stop, you planned on making him a few things- it might be too much but he can always save some for later or the next day

You were baking him a cake of course, you couldn't decide on which one so you made two others but made sure to make them small

First is a Chocolate cake

Then a red velvet

And finally vanilla

You also baked some cupcakes, brownies and cookies, you made sure to bake them beforehand

Yeah it's a lot

But you just couldn't help it

You were excited, yet nervous, what if he didn't like it? What if IT was too much?, Well you'd have to find out..

Placing the batter into a pan and placing it into the preheated oven, you dust off your hands and take off your apron, you set a timer for the cake and decide to freshen up, once you've done just that you open a cabinet and take out a bottle Loki had given you

The bottle was liquor from Asgard at least you think it's liquor-, all you know I'd that it's strong and meant for parties, it was a present from him, you had tried it but was never able to finish it, it was too strong for you, so you decided to wait for a special occasion, which was today

You place it on the dinner table, occupying all the sweets

You smile to yourself, placing both hands on your hips, and sigh "now.. we wait" you look at the time, Loki shouldn't be home at least 2 hours from now, which gives the cake time to bake, and you to as couples would say it 'set the mood', you just hope Loki doesn't come home early, he doesn't usually, or hopefully he doesn't have to stay longer- you're an overthinker- always has been

You decide to place some scented candles around, you'll have to remind yourself to light them up later

After some time of waiting, the cake is finally done baking, you take it out and let it rest before adding the icing once finished you place it on the table with all the other goodies

It's like having sweets for dinner, definitely not gonna hurt your stomach later-

It's worth it

You made sure to wear something nice, nothing over the top, you look to the clock and see your just on time, you light the candles and anxiously wait, you take deep breaths and assure yourself that everything is gonna be fine

Finally, what felt like years of waiting, you hear a click, signaling he's unlocked the door, he finally got used to that-, before he just used to appear out of nowhere and you'd tell him to use the front door so you'd know when he'd arrive

The door Creaks open and Loki steps in, the first thing he's met with his the scented candles mixed with the cakes you had freshly baked

Loki raised a brow as he sees the candles lit, he looks to the grown and thinks to himself

Did he forget something?

Was there something special planned for today??

It wasn't your anniversary, that wasn't for another month..

Loki scratches the back of his neck nervously, and shifts on his feet, he inhales and exhales, and takes a step further

Once he rounds the corner he's met with a perfect sight

The lights dimmed perfectly, a powerful scent of the lovely sweets you prepared, different kinds of cookies, Chocolate chip, plain, sugar cookies, brownies and cupcakes, and last but not least 3 cakes, two small ones and a big cake they all had unique designs on them

His eyes widened at the amount of sweets littered onto the table, you step out and show yourself with a goofy smile placed on your beautiful features

"Surprise!" You call out with a chuckle

Loki stumbled on his word, shifting nervously on his feet "darling" he takes a moment to think of words before proceeding. "..What is all this for?" Your face falls, and Loki cursed himself, if he forgotten something special, he was gonna beat himself up-

"It's.. it's your birthday" you fiddle with your fingers

Loki's eyes widened "oh" he whispered out, he thought you would have forgotten, Loki was only used to his family knowing his birthday, that he completely forgot he had told you, his eyes flicker to the table and he breathes out "you.. you did this?.. for me..?" He questions in a small voice

You nod and take a few steps closer "of course I did.. you special" you smile "sorry if it's too much, and I'm sorry if you don't like it, I could always give it to someone else-" before you could continue to blabber on Loki brings you into a tight embrace

Loki scoffs "why wouldn't I like this?, And surely I will not let someone else have my gift" he kisses you temple, then cheeks and finally your lips, he leans his forehead on your "thank you.. this means a lot to me dear.." he pressed another kiss to your forehead

You smile "you don't need to thank me Lokes, I love you." You press a kiss to his lips and wrap your arms around his waist

Loki smiles "and I love you too dearest"

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sam-monroe · 2 months

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deciding to re-do my headcanon post for sam. anyways, our favorite sad boy.

✦ psychologically, all the shit that sam went through in that singular summer would possibly lead to another relapse either with RX, weed, or perhaps something else that we haven’t seen in movie. he’s only 16, so he will still be impulsive especially through that deep pain of losing george.

✦ personally, i 100% feel as if Robin and Peter did in fact divorce after and we can see it implied when she does refuse to go to bed after he starts to realize it’s crumbling.

✦ i get why in film they have the “feeling lighter looking lighter trope” and sam removed his piercings, but cmon… you don’t just stick needles in your face just because (please, don’t do it kids…), but dammit let him just be emo.

✦ growing up in downtown LA, sam would have a great diversity in food and i’ve dubbed him as a lengua boi because i said so. he just gets onions and cilantro with it and of course a mexican coke because after having that first one, he could never go back.

✦ at the opening shot where we see sam getting his paint can (?) and rag, we see the contexts of his messy ass desk which include: an everclear magazine, a papa roach magazine, many scattered CDs of alt/rock/etc genres, a black macbook, and of course, a purple bong. which still cracks me up that he genuinely didn’t care about it being out and about so freely.

✦ on the cabinet unit near the doors to his room, he also has polaroids stuck onto it, and i like to headcanon it’s from the few happy times he had with the few “friends” he had through school. though, i also feel like he rarely let anyone truly get close, especially when beginning to make deals with Josh even when he would try to deny it (which we see in the film too)

✦ also, the cabinet has a TV (a small box one, probably from the 60s that george hoarded) and a VHS collection with some nice horror film

✦ because of the deals with Josh, it’s difficult for sam to engage with anything sexual with his partners in a car. even with getting himself into the situations for weed money, it’s still fucking traumatizing, and would affect him later on.

✦ as soon as a character (especially in a 2001) film shouts i’m not gay!!! well buddy, it’s job then to make him a little fruity. personally, i dub him as bisexual with an interest mostly in women but sometimes there’s just a hot ass man that comes into his life and it makes him weak.

✦ sam 100% got a job at hot topic because as you can see in the fic i’ve posted, i decided to make him emo again.

✦ of course, with him being emo again and my personal hatred of manson (which didn’t age well), sam is definitely a fan of NIN. he isn’t a crazy fanboy, but he does enjoy playing it and it was probably one of the few bands that george and him could listen to together… just… yknow, selectively. sam definitely made mixed cds for when they were working on the house lbr.

✦ robin and sam do start to mend their relationship through the grief of losing george, but i also headcanon that robin does find a new boyfriend about a year after (will eventually write that out)

✦ sam definitely becomes dependent on weed again, but he does prefer to make blunts rather than using a bong. at least once, robin has caught him making brownies which leads to the both of them just having one and watching horror movies together.

✦ sam is on the autism spectrum.

✦ he 100% has stick and poke tattoos he did himself. one is a smiley face, another is a jellyfish.

✦ after alissa and josh barging into shower time, when he returned to robin’s house he definitely got more secure locks on his own door which i suspect are built in his room due to the beaded curtain we see next to his desk. with the layout of the house by what we see up the stairs, we can assume it’s another closet (unlikely imo), a bathroom, or just a random ass space that has a wall dividing it from his actual bedroom. i personally just opt for the bathroom idea, and it is the only area of sam’s room that is always clean.

✦ he does hang out with adam and ryan more, because of ryan being the eldest in 2001 (roughly 11 or so… maybe…), he does have a growing wedge between sam and himself, especially when sam just starts to be alt again.

✦ george named sam, and his legal name is samwise. yes, after the tolkien character because george was a huge fucking nerd.

✦ sam eventually becomes an architect and attends the same school george went to.

#.txt #sam #headcanon #sam monroe #sam monroe headcanon #life as a house

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧

SUMMARY: you and Jack decided to bake some brownies. It doesn't go well seeing how you both were baked yourselves

GENRE: fluff

WARNING: weed, horrible baking

PAIRING: jack Harlow x female reader

AUTHOR NOTE: this for fgm.

Don't post my content anywhere. It's illegal

Reblogs and comments encouraged

A giggle fell from your lips as you pulled the box's of brownie mix from the cabinet. You sat it on the counter in front of you and stared at it. "well this shouldn't be hard, yeah?"

You turned to your boyfriend jack who was beside you. "It shouldn't." He said, his glossy eyes looking at you. You laughed again ripping open the pack.

You both were extremely high right now. You both had got into Urban's stash and smoked it. Now here you two were ready to make a brownies in this state.

"ok we need one egg and some water." You said. "I got it." Jack walked over to the fridge and pulled out the cartoon of eggs. You watch him pick one up and crack it on the table. He was going to get the egg into the mixing bowl but he missed resulting in the egg falling on the counter.

"jack." You whined before laughing at him. "I'll do it." You picked up one egg and banged it against the granite countertop. You tried your best to get it into the bowl but you ended up failing too.

"see why were you mad at me when you suck at it too?" Jack picked up the egg yolk with his bare hand and threw it in the trash along with his egg.

"let's try this again." You picked up the egg, this time you carefully cracked it again the side of the bowl and got it right in there this time. "I fucking did it. I don't suck."

Jack rolled his eyes. "What ever."

You and Jack continued to make your brownies. There was tons of things spilled and wasted but overall you got the batter in the pan and into the oven.

"so how long do we have to wait?" Jack asked looking into the oven. You shrugged. "I don't know. I threw the box in the trash." You sat down on the floor. "We just have to wait and see."

Jack sat down with you. You both waited and waited for what seemed like 30 minutes before you removed the tray from the oven.

You both sat on the floor and began to eat the brownies. They were a mess. There was chunks of eggs in them and it was burnt on the bottom. Despite all of that you both continued to eat the masterpiece you created.

Somewhere in the middle of the eating urban had come back to the apartment from doing his thing. The first thing he noticed was the messy counter. He walked into the kitchen, he then saw you two sitting on the floor. He could tell you both were high from this action alone.

"hi urban." You said, mouth full of brownies. Jack lifted the tray up offering urban some. He shook his head.

"what did y'all do?"

"uh we baked some brownies." You said before biting into the piece in Your hand. "Yeah, and we also baked ourselves." Jack said laughing. You joined in with him.

Urban just stood their shaking his head. You two were a hot mess while high.

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I didn't proof read this but yeah

#jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack Harlow fanfiction #jack Harlow fanfic

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miss-andromeda · 6 months

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Hi Andi, I got to know, what's your favorite comfort snack? Do you have any memories about the first time you tried it?

Andi: Finally, one not about Don! Hmm...comfort snack... it's not often I have these, but the first one that came to me are some really good brownies.

Let me tell you a story. Me and April were 13, and it was 2 am. I was staying at her apartment for our first sleepover, and we were bored out of our minds. We had watched hours upon hours of teenage rom-coms and had even built a pillow fort on top of it, but nothing was good. So April got the smart idea to make brownies. We snuck into the kitchen and found a box of brownie mix in her cabinet, and made a whole tray. Mr. O'Neil was really confused in the morning, but it was so worth it - those brownies were so good. Bonus points if you put crushed peppermint on during the holidays or do what April did and add chocolate chips in the batter. Game changer, I'm tellin' you.

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Thanks for the ask, my dude 🩷🩷

@tinkabelle19 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @jasminarts01 @raphsmuneca @thelaundrybitch @happymoonangel @margoteve

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sawtastic-sideblog · 7 months

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Mark watched the man run from his car to the door of his house, rain pelting the brown trench coat that covered his three piece suit. With water dripping off his hat, the man that has caught Mark's eye fumbles the key into the lock. Mark's clear, bright, icy blue eyes bounce from window to window as the man goes about his Sunday night routine. He fixes a quick dinner, watches television for an hour, and, finally, goes to bed about nine thirty. Once the man is in bed, Mark wanders off and head towards his home.

It's a large house on the edge of town. It was built in the 1850s and served as a place of refuge and a makeshift hospital during the Civil War. With tall windows, even taller columns, a balcony above the porch, and a wrap around porch starting at the side of the house with railing separating it from the front porch, and a perfectly manicured lawn, including flower beds and rose bushes. The inside was also perfect, but comfortable, lived in. Mark opens the heavy, brown wooden door and steps through.

"Coat and shoes off! I don't feel like mopping the floors again, thank you!" A female voice calls from the kitchen. Mark obliges and sheds his coat, shoes, and hat. He then makes his way to the kitchen to find his friend and housemate, Amanda, mixing something in a bowl.

"What are you doing?"

"Cake," was the only reply she gave him. Mark nods in understanding.

"Where's John?"

"Out getting us food."

"When was the last time you fed?"

"Three weeks. You?"

"Same, but my cravings haven't kicked in quite as bad, yet."

"Damn you."

Just then the front door opens again. Mark and Amanda stay silent as they listen to the shedding of coats and shoes. Two pairs of footsteps head their way.

"Any luck?" Amanda asks, hopeful.

"Not tonight. I'm sorry," John, patriarch of this strange little family, responds. Lawrence runs a hand through his blond hair and takes a seat on a stool at the counter. He pushes his black framed glasses up on his nose as he takes in Amanda.

"Cravings got you, huh?"

Amanda nods and starts looking for a cake pan. Mark opens a cabinet and pulls one down for her and hold it out.

"Manda."

"Thanks, Mark," she says as she takes the pan. Mark moves over to the coffee maker and starts brewing a pot. Hearing that the hunt wasn't successful stirred something in Mark and now he is craving coffee. Maybe the hope of a good hunt was holding him over.

"I don't see why we just don't move," Lawrence says. He sounds almost defeated.

"Or just eat animals. Sure, it isn't the same as humans, but it may hold us over until we can get a human," Mark tells the coffee machine.

"Tomorrow, you and Lawrence will go out for animals then. We'll try it to see if it works. If it does then we will do that. If not, we'll figure something out. Goodnight."

With that, John leaves the kitchen and starts heading up the stairs. Lawrence looks over at Mark, who returns the look before pouring three cups of coffee. He hands one to Lawrence who accepts it gratefully before putting in the creamer and sugar. Amanda accepts hers and pours in sugar.

"Wants some coffee with that sugar?" Mark asks and chuckles when Amanda cuts his eyes at him.

"I'm going to make brownies," she responds before downing half the cup in one go. Mark chuckles again and sips his black coffee.

"Who were you guys going for tonight?"

"That nurse that killed those patients in attempts to save them and look better about herself."

"Angel of mercy," Mark mutters mindlessly. Lawrence nods.

"Yeah, she was heavily guarded. Then we tried to get the guy that gave that other guy a Glasgow smile, but the other inmates decided that he was a dick and they got him before us. I told John we should've kept the deal with the police chief when they changed over, but he didn't think Erickson would take too kindly to us."

"He has a vendetta against us. Something about being influences in the choosing of the cheif. And this house. Politics or whatever," Mark explains.

"He's a dick. Maybe we should eat him," Amanda suggests, cracking eggs into a bowl.

"Don't go outside until you eat," Mark says as he sets his cup in the sink. He bids his friends goodnight and walks up the wooden stairs. He walks along the red carpet with gold trim and details. He gets to his room and opens the door. His gray duvet with navy blue and black lines lay on the floor. His light green fitted sheet is off one corner and the light blue top sheet is crumpled at the foot of the bed. Mark takes his time making the bed and changing into a white t-shirt and blue and green plaid pajama bottoms.

He thinks back to the man that caught his eye today. Mark had seen him around, sure, but today they actually crossed paths.

"Vanilla latte for Peter!" The barista calls. The man, Peter, walks over to grab his drink and starts talking to the barista. Another barista calls Mark's order and when he goes to grab it, he smells something sweet. It's not the lattes it's this guy standing between him and his coffee. The scent is intoxicating and Mark can hardly breathe. He wants to smell this man forever.

"Excuse me, sir," Mark says as the man steps back to let Mark grab his drink. They make eye contact for a brief moment and Mark lost his breath. Between his ocean blue eyes and his intoxicating smell, Mark was a goner. Then, Peter smiles. Mark's knees almost buckle. This guy is really gunning for him. Intrigued by the new feeling, Mark secretly follows Peter about his day, until he went to bed that is.

"Mark, open the door, now!" Amanda calls from the hallway.

"Open it yourself," Mark responds. His door is flung open revealing Amanda and Lawrence. Amanda has a plate of brownies in one hand and a pot of fresh coffee in the other. Lawrene is holding a cake and three coffee cups.

"You met your person, didn't you?" Lawrence asks quietly.

"What do you mean?" Mark asks back.

"Your eyes have the same gold ring around them like John's," Lawrence explains.

"Oh, I guess I did," Mark says, sitting up.

"Who is it?" Amanda asks excitedly as scrambles onto the bed. Mark shrugs and takes a brownie.

"I think some guy at the coffee shop I like. Did we get forks?"

"I have some here," John says as he walks in with forks and another coffee cup. His tired blue eyes with gold rings around his irises look into Mark's eyes. He nods slowly. "You've met your love."

"Damn you and your super sonic hearing," Amandasays to John before shoving abrownie into her mouth.

"What do I do? And why did it take you guys so long to figure this out? I can't see my eye and I haven't looked in a mirror since 1932."

"I noticed it when I walked in. I just couldn't place what was different," Lawrence answers as he pours himself coffee.

"We're all hungry. We're off our game," Amanda offers around a mouthful of cake.

"What you do, Mark, is get to know him and let things happen naturally," John answers with a hand on Mark's shoulder. Mark nods and the four continue to talk we'll into the night. About everything. How Mark is going to run into Peter again, how much the cravings are hitting Amanda, how John met his person, and everything in between.

The next morning Lawrence and Mark drag themselves from their beds, the hunger really taking its toll after almost a month of not feeding. They decide to have breakfast at a diner.

"Hi, I'm V and I will be your server this morning," the server says in an almost monotone voice. Their apron is decorated with pins and buttons. There's one with cartoonish vampire fangs with a bright red drop of blood hanging off of one fang against a black background. Another is white with a simple black text that reads "they/them", a matching one beside it reads "he/him", a third button with a light blue background and bold, yellow text says "smile." There are many more showing a dinosaur on a skateboard, an astronaut riding a jellyfish, a cat wearing a mushroom hat, pigs, cows, more cats, and one that says "I <3 Vampires." Mark and Lawrence let their eyes wander the array on V's apron

"It sounds like you're not ready to be a human," Mark jokes. The server gives a half hearted smile.

"I'm normally not a person until after four, but I took someone's shift. Need the money, ya know?" V explains, their hair falling over their eyes.

"I understand. I'm never a human," Mark jokes again. Lawrence shakes his head and smiles.

"I'm not quite either, I'm afraid," Lawrence says. The men order and V walks away.

"Where are we hunting?" Lawrence asks.

"Forest twenty minutes out of town. We go for deer. It's deer season."

"Are we sure we're quick enough?"

"We're gonna try."

"This whole lack of blood thing sucks."

"You know Erickson would've burned us at the stake if we had told him."

"We don't scare him?"

"We do. That's the problem with humans. Get rid of the threat to save yourself."

"Maybe we could reason with him."

"There's no reasoning, Lawrence. He has a personal vendetta against us. Something about having influence with promotions or some shit. Remember? And if we tell him we're vampires, we'll have an even bigger target on our backs. We have to go hunt for our blood since we can't take the death row inmates anymore. That's that."

"We can't find anyone willing to give us blood?"

"Be my guest."

"If you're looking for blood, I can get you some. I volunteer at the blood bank once a month," V says absent mindedly as they set the plates on the table. Both men are silent and share looks of worry as V retreats back behind the counter to take the payment of another man.

"Do you think they?" Mark trails off.

"I hope not, but I don't think their brain is completely awake, yet."

"Well, if it is Mark Hoffman and Lawrence Gordon. How's that no good S.O.B., John Kramer doing?"

"Very well, Cheif Erickson," Lawrence answers.

"What a shame," Erickson say shaking his hand and clicking his tongue.

"A shame, sir?" Mark asks. Lawrence looks ready to pounce.

"Yeah, a shame. Once that old geezer kicks the bucket, I'm gonna take that beautiful house that he's turned into a halfway home with your sorry asses and make it my summer home."

"No offense, chief, but you sound like a villain from a children's film," Mark says as he brings his coffee cup to his lips.

"And besides, the house goes to Mark if anything happens to John. So, unless Mark wants to give it up, you're not getting it," Lawrence states defiantly. Erickson glares at him. Mark chuckles as V comes back to the table.

"Everything to your liking, gentlemen?" V asks.

"I believe so, V," Mark answers.

"Can I get you anything else?"

"No thank you," Mark answered again. V nods, writes something down, and places the check on the table. Mark grabs the check and stands. "You know, I think the mayor would love to hear what you've been saying about his dear friend. Don't you think, Cheif?"

Erickson glares as Mark gives him a devilish grin. Lawrence follows Mark up to the counter where V rings them out.

"I'd watch my back if I were you, Hoffman," Erickson says as he leans against the counter

"Is that a threat?" Hoffman raises his eyebrows.

"It's a promise," Erickson says. Mark, Lawrence, and V watch him walk out.

"Wow, what a dick," V says as they open the cash register. "I can be a witness, if you turn him in."

"Thanks, V, we'll keep that in mind," Mark says and gives Lawrence a look. Lawrence nods and takes off his glasses.

"Hey, V," Lawrence calls in his soft voice.

"Yeah?" V asks spinning around and looking at Lawrence, who makes sure that they make eye contact.

"Have a great day," Lawrence says with a smile. V looks almost in a trance until Lawrence breaks eye contact and puts his glasses back on. They shake their head and looks back at Lawrence.

"Yeah, you too," they say, confusion lacing their voice. The men exit the diner and start walking down the road.

"What did you put in their head?"

"What I needed to. They'll help us, though."

"Good. Now, let's go get some blood."

#saw 2004 #saw franchise #lawrence gordon #amanda young #john kramer #mark hoffman #saw fanfic #took me like a week but i finally got it done #work and school are kicking my ass #hope yall like it because i have lore now #also 90s villain erickson is my new favorite thing #not entirely edited so forgive any mistakes

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wildxlily · 1 year

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Finished Pt 2

“Gonna make me fall asleep… Won’t have time to do our cupcakes,” he joked with a soft smile, her touches always soothing.

“We can get up and make the cupcakes if you want,” Lily offered. “Don’t mean to make you sleepy.” That was part of the reason she didn’t want to lay down earlier; it’d be too easy to get tired and fall asleep.

Harry nodded and pushed his hair back before rubbing at his eyes a bit. “Yeah, let’s do that,” he agreed, tracing his hand along her arm.

“Okay,” Lily nodded. She leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek before carefully climbing off of him and the bed. She then went to find her clothes from earlier to put back on.

Harry slowly got up from the bed before slipping on a new pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Once he was dressed and had fixed his hair somewhat, he headed out to the kitchen.

Lily was right behind Harry and went to get the mismatched paper cups they had for the cupcakes along with the pan. “Babes…do you know where our hand mixer is?” she asked, brows furrowed.

“Uhmm…yeah. In one of these cupboards, I think.” He answered and began to look through the cupboards that were higher up, where they put things they didn’t use as often. Eventually he found the mixer, reaching up for it and taking it out. “There we go.”

Lily watched him and then nodded when he found it in one of the upper cabinets that she could not easily reach. “And that is exactly why I asked you,” she laughed softly. Thankfully, the mixing bowls were in the lower cabinets which were much easier for her to retrieve things from.

“Guess it’s a good thing we don’t use it that often,” Harry smiled and set it down on the counter. He washed his hands before getting out all the ingredients they needed.

Lily placed the bowl on the counter and then got to work on pouring in the cake mix. Once Harry got the other ingredients out, she poured in water, oil, and a couple eggs. Then she plugged in the mixer and made sure the beaters were in good before she turned it on and got to mixing the batter.

Harry helped with getting the ingredients out and then mainly stood by while Lily mixed it all, besides heating the oven and getting the pan ready with the cupcake liners. "Do you like baking or cooking more?"

Lily turned off the mixer and then grabbed a spoon to scoop up some of the batter to pop into her mouth. She hummed and lightly tapped her lip with the spoon. “Mm…I think baking. It’s less stressful than cooking multiple dishes at once,” she decided, scooping out some more and then offering it to Harry this time. “What do you prefer?”

Harry nodded, leaning against the edge of the counter while Lily taste tested. "I like both... but I do cook more often now, so I'd probably say that. I'm a little rusty on my baking skills," he took the spoon and tried it this time, "Very good, my love. I approve."

“That’s true. And you enjoy cooking for us instead of eating out,” Lily nodded. He was typically the one suggesting what they cook. “When Liz and I were little, Mum used to give us little bowls of the batter to eat while we waited on the brownies or cake to bake. She’s definitely the reason for my sweet tooth,” Lily laughed. She took one more little bite before grabbing a fresh spoon to dollop batter into the pan.

Harry smiled as he listened to Lily and then laughed softly. "Oh, so that explains it!" he teased, point proven as he watched Lily take one last taste. Then he helped her spoon the batter into the liners, trying to be as neat as possible, even if it likely would be only the two of them eating these sweets.

Lily did her best not to drip and the job went much quicker with the both of them scooping. Once they were all halfway full, Lily set the scraped out bowl to the side and placed the pan in the oven before setting a timer. “Wanna lick out the bowl and the beaters?” she turned and grinned at Harry. That was her favorite part as a kid.

Harry took a seat at the counter once the cupcakes were in the oven, of course then grinning at Lily's question. "How could I say no to that?" he took one of the beaters, letting Lily have the other.

Lily grinned even wider and sat down next to him, claiming the other beater. The smile didn’t leave her face as she happily licked it clean.

Harry smiled and they were quiet while they licked the utensils clean. "Very, very nice ideas for today, lovey. I am certainly feeling very relaxed."

Lily giggled softly at how occupied they both were before looking to Harry. She smiled once more at him and reached over to give his thigh a squeeze. “I’m glad. It’s been a long school year for you.” She was just happy it was done.

Harry smiled and gave a little nod. It was the biggest relief for school to be over, finally. "For both of us," he returned and stood once both were finish cleaning the batter off their beaters, taking them to the sink.

Lily placed her beater in the bowl and then propped her elbows on the table top and her chin in her hands to watch him. “But it’s all done. Now we just have to knock out the last couple things for the wedding.”

Harry stood at the sink and began to wash what they had already used. "Yep. Easy as that. Right?" he grinned softly. Thankfully, and props to Lily, they had majority of things done for the wedding already.

“I mean…lot easier than it was a couple months ago. The planning part is all out of the way,” Lily allowed. Now it was just meetings to finalize all their choices.

Harry nodded and set the dishes aside to dry once he was done. "And I appreciate you doing all of that." Lily knew that already, but it never hurt to hear it more than once.

Lily shrugged, “Least I can do when you’re working yourself to the bone for our future job.” Their wedding was one day (albeit a very special day), but their bed and breakfast would be their lives.

"I'd say we've both worked very hard," Harry smiled, going back to leaning against the counter and looking at Lily. "Decorating these cupcakes will be the fun part. Have to wait until they cool, though, yeah?"

Lily nodded, “Then we can coat them in icing and sprinkles.” The apartment was starting to fill with the smell of warm cake; absolutely delicious.

Harry smiled at the response and gave a slow nod, making his way back over to his seat. "I've never been more excited, lovey."

Lily waited until he was seated to sit up straight and pout her lips out for a kiss. It had been too long in her opinion.

Harry had just rested his elbows on the countertop when he noticed Lily wanted a kiss, leaning over to meet her and happily giving her one. He’d take her kisses as often as he could get them.

Lily hummed gently into the kiss. “This is just the day of super yummy kisses,” she smiled against his lips before sneaking another.

Harry smiled into the second kiss before pulling away just a bit. “Maybe we should have a day full of sweets more often.”

Lily laughed a little as she sat back. “Lovey…you know you can’t just throw out suggestions like that so carelessly. I will take it too seriously and definitely make it happen and then we’ll end up at the dentist with cavities,” she joked.

Harry rested his head against one of his hands and smiled at Lily. “We’ll just have to brush our teeth more often depending on the amount of desserts and we’ll be fineee…no cavities for us,” he teased.

Lily giggled and reached over to place a hand on his leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Babes. Don’t tempt me.”

Harry laughed and rested his free hand on top of Lily’s, lacing their fingers loosely. “Well, maybe we should wait a little while until our next sweets day… we’ll discuss it then,” he smiled.

“I mean…we do have our wedding coming up and all the treats then. That is if we actually get the opportunity to eat them.” Lily pursed her lips as she looked off a bit. “Maybe I should task Liz with setting a box aside for us to take home.”

Harry nodded and looked down. “Maybe the baker would even pack some aside for us when they’re getting it all ready to bring to the venue. We could ask,” he shrugged, “Well…besides the cake. That would have to be after the cutting.”

Lily pointed at Harry, perking up in her seat. “Ooh yes! I’ll jot that down and ask them when we do our last check in. That would be so nice!” She nodded her head, the plan all coming together. “Ask baker to pre-bag some goodies and then Liz to snag a couple extra slices of cake for us. Genius, love.”

Harry smiled at Lily’s excitement. It was a good plan, and he didn’t see why the baker wouldn’t be able to pack up some sweets prior to setting it all out for the wedding. “And that’s why we work well as a team,” he smiled, sitting back in the chair.

Lily smiled at Harry, stroking her thumb over his leg. “And that’s why I’m so lucky to be marrying you,” she beamed back at him. They really did make quite the team. Just then the alarm on Lily’s phone went off, signaling that the cupcakes were done. She gave Harry a peck on the cheek as she hopped up and went to make sure they were done, slipping on the baking mitt to pull them out and then poking a toothpick through one. “All done!” she announced, pulling them out to set on the stove to cool.

Harry smiled and gave a very quick kiss to Lily’s cheek before she could pull away, then watched as she checked on the cupcakes. He sat up to look over at them as they began to cool on the stovetop. “Wow. They look perfect, darling. Nice job.”

“At least half of them are yours, so give a compliment to yourself as well,” Lily smiled over her shoulder at him. While they cooled, she brought over to the table the icing, sprinkles, two knives, and a plate to place the cupcakes on.

Harry smiled; they always made sure to give credit to each other. “Anything else that I can do to help get ready, lovey?” he asked, getting up to grab a glass of water in the meantime.

Lily looked over the table, hands on her hips as she checked. “I don’t believe so. Simple enough, yeah?” she glanced over at him before sitting down for now.

“I’d say,” Harry smiled and filled a glass with water, standing as he drank some of it, “Maybe we could cuddle and watch a movie or something after?”

Lily once against rested her chin in her hand and smiled as she nodded. “That sounds lovely to me, darling. Whatever you’d like.”

Harry smiled and leaned against the opposite side of the counter, reaching to gently bop the tip of her nose. “You’re so cute.”

Lily scrunched up her nose and then smiled softly back at Harry. “You, too.” She glanced over his shoulder at the cupcakes. “Are they cooled off, yet?”

Harry set his glass on the table and turned to check on the cupcakes, touching the top of one lightly. “They feel cool enough to me.”

Lily shrugged and moved to open the icing tub, peeling back the protective seal. “I say we’re good to start icing them then.” She waited for Harry to bring them over before she claimed a cupcake as well as a knife to scoop out icing.

Harry brought the tray full of cupcakes over to the counter before sitting back down. He grabbed a knife and a cupcake before beginning to spread the icing across the top of it.

Lily carefully crafted a swirl on the top of her cupcake before placing it on the plate. A bit of icing had gotten on her finger, but she had no issue with licking it off. It would only be the two of them eating the cupcakes after all. She grabbed a second one and smiled to herself as she watched Harry focus on icing his own.

Harry was very focused on decorating his own cupcake, definitely feeling the pressure after seeing how nice Lily’s swirl of icing looked on top. “You can’t stare. I’ll get nervous,” he joked with a smile, setting the cupcake down on the plate once he spread the icing evenly.

“But you look so adorable!” Lily argued. “You’re so cute when you focus. You get that little crinkle between your eyebrows.” It was the same one he got during sex, which made sense with him always being so focused in making sure he was making her feel good.

“You have mentioned you like that,” Harry smiled and grabbed a second cupcake to ice. “I don’t even realize I’m doing it,” he admitted, until Lily would point it out. Same as the cute things Lily would do while focusing.

Lily wasn’t surprised that she’d told him before. They often pointed out little tells they noticed about each other. After so much time together, they knew just about every little thing. “I think that’s what makes it so cute.” Lily turned back to her own cupcake after getting more icing on her knife.

Harry began to spread the icing around and did so with the rest of the cupcakes that they split between Lily and him. “Well, I think your face is just so cute,” he pointed out, reaching over and opening up the sprinkles.

Lily laughed as she placed her knife back into the mostly empty tub after finishing her last cupcake. “Feeling is mutual, then,” she smiled back at him. She let Harry have first dibs on the sprinkles; the cupcakes were to celebrate him after all.

Harry laughed too and once they both finished icing their cupcakes, he grabbed some of the sprinkles and dropped them all across the top of his first cupcake. “There. Beautiful.”

Lily just watched him with a grin. “Absolutely stunning,” she teased. She pinched some sprinkles for her own cupcakes and let them fall over the top, trying to make sure she didn’t leave any bare spots. “I know sprinkles don’t have much flavor, but I still think they make cupcakes better.

Harry did the rest of his cupcakes along with Lily as she finished off hers. “I agree, lovey. They make it fun. And pretty.” He looked all the cupcakes over once more to make sure they met Harry’s and Lily’s standards. “You get to be the first to taste them,” he instructed with a grin.

“Why me? They’re your cupcakes,” Lily argued. She looked over the cupcakes before choosing one and hold it up. “I’d say let’s take a bit at the same time, but I feel like that would just be a mess and one of us would end up biting my finger. Or we’d end up head butting,” she laughed.

“Oh, I would definitely bite your finger. Not on accident either,” Harry joked with a smile and picked up a cupcake of his own. “First bites on the count of three.”

Lily playfully dropped her jaw as she pulled the cupcake back towards her. She peeled back the paper to prepare for her bite. “First. A cheers,” she held the cupcake up. “To you. Congratulations on graduating.” Even if it was a bit early to say that since he still had to wait for grades and all. But it was basically the same thing.

Harry smiled and removed the wrapper from the cupcake. “Thank you, darling. And cheers to you for helping me get through it, and for picking up my slack in every other area,” he told her and gently tapped his cupcake to hers.

Lily bit back any attempt to wave off his compliments and just tapped her cupcake against his before taking a bite. Some icing got on her upper lip and she quickly licked it clean so she didn’t look ridiculous as she chewed.

Harry took a bite of his cupcake after their cheers, smiling at the bit of icing on Lily’s lip that he would’ve happily taken care of if she didn’t. “Yummy.”

Lily nodded as she peeled back some more of the wrapper. “We did a good job,” she agreed, taking another bite.

Harry was quick to finish his before getting up to throw the wrapper away and get a container out to put the extras in. “Do you want another?”

Lily took her time, not wanting to make a mess on the table that they’d have to clean up. She paused whenever Harry asked his question, glancing at the cupcakes and then him. “Are you going to eat another?” she questioned.

Harry paused at Lily’s response and looked down at the cupcakes, humming. “Hmm… maybe I will later. I don’t want to give myself a tummy ache,” he answered.

Lily pressed her lips together as she looked over the cupcakes, trying to gauge her tummy. The last one had just been so good, but she’d also had a slice of cheesecake and a good dose of cake batter on top of her cupcake. “Yeah…good idea,” she agreed, even if her tone of voice didn’t sound convinced. She got up to help Harry put them away. Maybe if she couldn’t see them, it wouldn’t be so tempting to eat one anyways.

Harry smiled at the not-so-convincing response but continued to slowly put them away. “You sure? We are celebrating today,” he raised his brows. Either way, he’d be having another one later on, for sure.

Lily just nodded as she continued to place the cupcakes in the container and then closed the lid. Then she brought her hands to her sides as she turned to face Harry. “Cuddles, then?”

Harry watched as Lily placed the last few and then leaned with his hand against the countertop. “Of course. Bed or couch?” he offered.

Lily shrugged, “I have no preference really. Unless you have a specific way you want to cuddle. I honestly wouldn’t mind being big spoon.” She’d take any excuse to dote and love on Harry. He knew that.

“We could do bed then. Might be easier for that.” Harry would never say no to being cuddled, and it was always nice to switch up who was the big spoon. He turned off the kitchen light once they were done and headed back to their room.

Lily nodded and followed Harry back to their room. She made sure the remote was within reach as she climbed into bed and then propped up their pillows against the headboard so she could get comfy. Then she held the blankets up with one hand and patted the space between her legs with the other. “Come here, lovey dove,” she grinned up at Harry.

Harry smiled and practically jumped onto the bed once Lily got comfy, settling nicely into the spot she saved for him between her legs. He pulled the blankets up and made sure they each had enough. “I like lovey dove,” he hummed, reaching his hand back to rest on her side.

Lily draped her arms around his shoulders so her hands rested on his chest. She smiled and placed a kiss to his temple. “Noted. I’ll try to remember and use it again,” she murmured before lifting her head. “Do you want to watch a tv show or movie?”

Harry rested his hands over top of Lily’s with his attention going to the tv. “Could do a movie? Doesn’t matter to me which one,” he suggested.

Lily laughed softly. “We’re so horrible at picking out something to watch.” She moved one of her hands to grab the remote anyways and turned on the TV. Their best bet would probably be to see what Netflix suggested, so she just clicked on that.

“I know and we don’t even end up watching it half the time anyway,” Harry laughed, resting his head back gently while they searched for a movie.

Lily finally clicked something that didn’t look too horribly cheesy. Then she placed the remote down next to them so she could wrap her arm back around Harry. She loved when she got to snuggle him like this, resting her head gently against his.

Harry relaxed back once Lily did, lacing their fingers loosely and his attention on the start of the movie now. With how warm and snuggly they were, he’d have to be careful not to get too sleepy.

Lily absently stroked her thumb back and forth against Harry’s hand as they watched. She was fairly comfortable with the pillows propped behind her. But her favorite was getting to hold Harry and cradle him in her arms. She couldn’t help but place little kisses to his neck and shoulder during a slow part of the movie.

Harry was very happy to be laying there with Lily, taking some much needed time out of the day to relax. He turned his head slightly when he felt her scattered kisses and gave a small smile, pouting for a kiss.

Lily felt Harry shift so she looked to him and smiled when she saw his pout. Of course, she didn’t hesitate to give him what he wanted. One of her hands left his to tenderly cup his cheek as she let the kiss linger.

Harry leaned in a little more to reach Lily and smiled into the kiss, always happy to get that attention from her. “Your lips are very soft,” he complimented with a grin when he pulled away.

Lily let her fingertips lightly brush at the hinge of Harry’s jaw when he pulled away. “So are yours,” she murmured softly. They were always a contrast to his stubble when he had it.

“Thank you. I use lip balm,” Harry smiled at Lily before leaning in for another set of kisses, never able to resist. Not when he felt all doted on like this.

Lily shook her head ever so slightly, but then his lips were on hers before she could even respond. Her arm still around him held him tighter. Not that they could get any closer.

Harry rested his hands against Lily’s arms, rubbing his fingers along one of them absentmindedly. Always needed some sort of touch on her. Their kisses lingered, one right after another.

Lily couldn’t get enough of Harry’s kisses. She’d take all that he’d give her and more. Her hand slid back to cup his neck now, using her thumb on his jaw to tilt his chin up just a little.

He could easily spend all afternoon caught up in Lily’s kisses and he appreciated those little touches just as much as she did his. His head tilted back just as she wanted, fingers gently wrapping around her wrist.

Lily captured Harry’s bottom lip between hers and gave it a gentle tug before going back to their kisses. Meanwhile, her hand on his chest wandered lower, stroking down his torso to his abs.

Lily’s tug had him grinning a bit, running his tongue along her bottom lip before he was kissing her again. His own hand went to her jaw, thumb stroking along her cheek. They were always desperate to have their hands on each other.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that Lily’s intentions would wander when kissing. Meaning that her hand was wandering further and further down Harry’s body. She had to reach a little to find the waistband of his boxers. She’d nudged the hem of his shirt up and was tracing the skin at the edge of his boxers; back and forth.

Harry let Lily wander as she pleased, but kept in mind the favor he already received from her earlier that day. For now, he was content just kissing her and that alone had him already turned on, predicting this time together would become only more heated.

Lily was itching to touch him again, to feel what their kisses were doing to him. She knew Harry well enough to know that he was at least getting somewhat hard. But his waistband was as far as she could reach down his long torso when positioned like they were.

Harry stayed put for a little while longer before he couldn’t take it anymore, needing to be able to reach Lily easier. He carefully shifted so that he didn’t hurt Lily while turning in her arms, moving to hold himself up above her now but staying settled between her legs.

Lily drew her hands back when Harry lifted himself up and watched him, subconsciously nibbling on the inside of her lip. Once he was settled, she cupped his face in both her hands and ran her thumbs over his cheeks. Her eyelids were heavy as she looked him over, still under the spell his kisses cast on her.

Harry’s eyes were on Lily, much easier now in this new position. Same went for his touches on her skin. “Hi beautiful,” he smiled softly, one hand cupping her jaw while he leaned down to kiss along her neck.

Lily’s hands slid down to his chest, but they were only there for a moment before going to his hips. She tilted her head for him, though, so he could kiss wherever he pleased. “Now you’ve got an idea of how I feel when you take me from behind, huh?” Sure, it wasn’t the same intensity and they weren’t naked and it wasn’t very long, but clearly Harry needed to face her after so long.

Lily’s comment had him smiling against her skin for a moment, letting out a soft hum as he happily left his marks just under her ear and then beneath her collarbones. “You do have a point…” he grinned, “Doesn’t change the fact that I love taking you from behind.”

Lily gave a short laugh, “Oh I didn’t figure it would.” It didn’t seem as though there was any way that Harry didn’t enjoy taking her. They’d somehow managed to never stumble upon something that they didn’t like. “I very much enjoyed getting to cradle your pecs, though,” she grinned down at him.

Harry pulled away so that he could look at Lily, sitting up in front of her before letting out a laugh. “You did get to hold them for a nice long while there, didn’t you?” he grinned back at her.

Lily grinned in self satisfaction as she nodded. It was no secret at all that she was obsessed with Harry’s boobs. She’d touch them and hold them any chance she got. They were just so perfect in her opinion and also hot as hell.

Harry laughed at the big grin that appeared on her face. “You look very happy about that, my love,” he teased with a smile, closing the gap between them for a kiss.

Lily went to respond but she was quickly preoccupied by Harry’s kiss. She returned it for a few moments, before parting their lips just enough that she could speak without being muffled. “You know I love your boobs,” she began. “So, a whole half hour or so of just holding them? Heaven. I loved it.”

Harry pulled back so that Lily could speak, an even bigger smile forming as he listened. He loved how ridiculous they were, adoring every single part about each other. “I just feel like…I never get a whole half hour of holding yours, so I guess…I guess I’m just a bit sad about that right now.”

“Don’t think you’ve ever really held them. Of course, I know that you love them and admire them, but…” Lily shrugged. Sure, Harry kissed them, marked them, and commented on her boobs, but other than that they didn’t receive much more attention. At least not from his hands. “When I see yours, though…all I want to do is touch them. Especially when they’re just peeking out of your shirt.”

Harry smiled down at Lily and sat back on his heels to listen. “I guess I’m always a bit unsure on if you like to be touched there…so I don’t focus on that as often,” he explained slowly. There was no better time to talk about it and figure it out for himself, though.

Lily pressed her lips together and then shrugged, her nose scrunched just the slightest. “I don’t think I have strong feelings either way. Not really an erogenous zone of mine, I guess.” She held her hands up. “Not saying you can’t touch them, because you absolutely can. I love your hands anywhere and everywhere.”

“Hm, okay… good to know…” Harry nodded and he just looked at her for a moment. But then of course he had to cheekily move his hands under the hem of her shirt, inching them up slowly to hold each boob in his hands. “My half hour starts now,” he joked.

Lily literally snorted and had to slap a hand over her mouth as she laughed. “I should’ve known,” she shook her head. “Should’ve known you’d do this.” The sight and feel of his hands just had her laughing even more, a light dusting of pink on her cheeks.

Harry laughed then too, seeing the enjoyment that Lily surprisingly got out of it, and then he couldn’t help but smile at that little blush on her cheeks. “Are you saying me doing this doesn’t surprise you?” he teased.

Lily shook her head again. “Not at all. This is a very Harry thing to do,” she smiled at him, hands coming up to lightly rest on his arms. It was hard to keep back her giggles.

“I’m sorry then. I feel like that’s very low standards I’ve set for myself,” Harry laughed, nudging her shirt up a little bit higher to signal he wanted it off.

“No, I knew you’d be silly about it. Mr. Dramatic,” Lily clarified. She let go of his arms to grab the hem of her shirt to pull up, having to sit up to really get it off. “My apologies that there’s not much to hold when I’m laying down. They get pretty flat,” she teased with a giggle.

Harry helped Lily to get her shirt off and then tossed it aside. Her comment had him shaking his head at her and laughing a bit. “I think they’re perfect,” he disagreed and placed a kiss to her jaw before smiling, “Mine do the same, though.”

Lily laid back down once her shirt was gone and her hands were of course back on Harry. “Not as noticeable, but…you work out your pectorals much much more than I do.”

Harry held himself above Lily and kissed along her jaw towards her mouth. “Very true. Well, makes sense…yours are already perfect,” he grinned, finally giving her another kiss.

Lily turned her head to meet his lips when she realized he was making his way to her mouth. “Now don’t go starting an argument about your pecs. You know I’m too stubborn to lose,” she grinned into the kiss.

“Okay, okay… I suppose I won’t then,” Harry grinned and gave Lily another kiss, running his hand through her hair to tuck it behind her ear before resting it along her jaw.

Lily nudged her nose against his while her hands moved to his hips to tug him closer. “You’re perfect, my love. Every bit of you,” she murmured.

“Thank you, darling. Same goes for you,” he smiled into the kiss. He shifted his hips to press against Lily’s, settling himself between her legs.

Lily bit her bottom lip and didn’t even think twice before rolling her hips up to Harry’s. Despite their distraction, she was still just as needy as she had been when they’d been making out a few moments ago.

Harry sat up briefly to slip his own shirt off and then braced his hands against the mattress so that he could press against Lily, even harder than he had been moments prior and now straining against his briefs.

Lily moaned ever so softly at the feel of Harry so hard and bucked her hips again. They had only their underwear separating them and that’s where Lily wanted him most. But there was also something about desperately fighting their barriers to get that pleasure. Once he returned, Lily draped an arm around his neck to bring him down as she lifted her head up to find his lips for a deeper kiss. Much like those they had been sharing before Harry turned around.

Harry lowered himself and reconnected their lips for several deep and lingering kisses, grinding his hips against Lily’s at the same time. He slid his hand up to gently knead at Lily’s breast, already taking in her suggestion and giving her attention everywhere he possibly could at the moment.

Lily whimpered into the kiss, though she couldn’t be sure if it was from his touch or his hips or hell, even his kiss. Most likely a combination of the three. It was no surprise that their hips moved in sync, completely in tune with each other’s bodies.

Harry would do anything to get Lily to whimper like that, which wasn’t anything new. He kept his hips moving at a steady pace and with a constant pressure against Lily, their underwear the only things between them but it was also providing that friction that he knew she needed at times.

Lily’s underwear was an absolute mess at this point, especially with how greedily she was moving her hips against Harry. Her lips wandered to kiss along his jaw to just under his ear. “I know we’ve been lazier today, but…” she gently nipped at the sensitive skin at the hinge of his jaw, “can we be a bit rougher than usual?”

Harry tucked his head a bit into the crook of Lily’s neck when she directed her kisses elsewhere. He would’ve moaned at her question alone if he hadn’t stopped himself from doing so. “Heck yes we can,” he grinned softly and his lips parted momentarily at her nip on his skin, “Anything you’d like, darling.”

Lily smiled to herself at his reaction, not needing to see his expression to know what his face looked like. She could hear it in his voice. “In that case…” One of her hands wandered between them to hook into the waistband of his boxers. “Off.”

Harry grinned upon hearing Lily’s order, knowing the night had just taken an interesting turn. He sat up just so he could slip his boxers down and off his legs, then hooked his fingers in the sides of Lily’s underwear. He could easily see how soaked she was which made him even more turned on, if possible. “Lift up, babes.”

Lily let go of him so he could sit up and watched him undress with hungry eyes. As soon as he reached for her, she was lifting her hips off of the bed so he could rid her of her underwear as well. The cool air a slight shock to her wet core.

Harry slid off her underwear and set it aside. Then his hands went to her hips to pull her closer to him. He easily settled between her legs again as he leaned in for another kiss.

Lily spread her legs even further, welcoming Harry between them, and met him halfway for the kiss. One of her hands cupped his cheek as the other rested at his side. There was no doubt that their lips would be quite swollen after so many kisses, but that wasn’t going to stop Lily.

Harry held Lily’s face in his hand as they kissed, pulling back only slightly so that he could look at her. And he could already predict the answer to his question. “Ready, my love, or would you like something else to start?”

Lily met his gaze and was nodding before he could even finish the first word. “I’m more than ready.” He obviously knew that, but she still loved how respectful he was.

Harry grinned at Lily’s eagerness, but he had to admit he felt the same. He couldn’t wait to feel her and to make her feel good. “Perfect, lovey. You let me know what you need from me,” he sat up and moved his hand to find Lily’s, resting both at one of her sides, but used his other to line themselves up.

Lily interlaced their fingers and gave his hand a small squeeze before directing her attention between them. She angled her hips a little to make it easier on him and waited anxiously to finally feel him inside her.

Harry knew they both were far past being ready to feel each other, so he pushed his hips forward to slowly slide into her, his lips parting in the process. The day had been so full of teasing and waiting; having each other now would be the biggest relief.

Lily let out the breath she’d been unknowingly holding as Harry slowly filled her. There was nothing quite like the feeling of coming together; especially after so much teasing. “Lovey,” she hummed softly.

Harry slid his hips forward until he filled Lily up completely, his hand going to rest along her jaw. “Love you, darling. You feel so good,” he praised, thumbing her bottom lip.

Lily’s lips parted at Harry’s touch and she flicked her eyes up to his. Her brown eyes were darker than usual and had a hungry look in them. She moved her hips just enough to signal to him to keep going; she’d said she wanted rough.

Harry cupped her face in his hand, fingers wrapped around to the back of her neck. He fully understood her signal and began his thrusts at a steady quick pace, not giving that time to adjust like he usually would. Lily was already driving him crazy, lips parted at the feel of her.

Lily gasped softly when Harry began to thrust into her. But it was exactly what she wanted. Her fingers were still interlaced with his and she held on, her other hand helping to guide her hips to meet Harry’s.

They always knew what to do to make the other feel good and to keep them in sync as much as possible, even if Harry did often like to do more of the work so Lily could lay back and relax. His thrusts were quick to start off with, holding Lily’s thigh at his waist to make it easier for them to move together.

After a bit, Lily experimented with her hips, adjusting them until she found the angle that made him hit her g-spot. Her loud moan made it obvious that they’d found it.

Harry loved to see Lily like this, doing everything he could to keep his thrusts angled to hit that spot of hers each time. “Lily,” he moaned, his hands holding her sides.

Lily smiled up at Harry before leaning up to give him a deep kiss. “You feel so good, babes,” she panted softly.

Harry leaned down to meet Lily in the middle, his hand combing her hair back during the kiss before he planted it against the mattress. “So good,” he smiled, kissing along her jaw.

Lily’s hands gripped at Harry wherever she could. She moved her head to the side so he had all the access to skin that he wanted. She was breathing heavily and soft moans and whimpers were scattered throughout.

Harry couldn’t resist leaving a few marks along her neck; she had gotten so good at covering them up with her makeup if he got too carried away. The room was filled with their pants and moans, Harry holding her thighs so that his thrusts were evenly paced and quick.

Lily knew there’d be marks on her neck from the way Harry was working her skin. Usually, he was much more careful there, especially when it started to warm up outside, but she really didn’t care at the moment. Makeup was a thing. “Babes, I’m so fucking close,” she groaned. Though she wasn’t sure if she was ready for this to end or not.

Harry pulled back to let his breathing calm a bit, eyes on Lily as he moved to hold himself above her. “Right there with you, lovey,” he panted, lips parted and that crease between his brows as he shifted his hips so that he’d rub against her clit.

Between that look on Harry’s face and the new attention to her clit, Lily was almost done for. She loved that expression on his face; especially knowing that it was because of her. “Let go, baby,” she encouraged with a small nod. Her stomach was one giant knot and she was already clenching down around his member, right on the brink. But she wanted to come with him if they could manage it.

Lily’s signal to go ahead, plus the feeling of her tightening around Harry, was all that he needed before he was releasing into her with a few moans. He kept his thrusts so that Lily would reach her high, always loving if they could come together.

Lily’s jaw dropped when she felt Harry release into her and she was right behind him after just a few more thrusts. She buried her face into the crook of his neck to muffle her loud moan, fingers digging into the muscles of his back as she rode out her high with him.

Harry kept his gaze on Lily through it all, loving to watch as she rode through her high and her reaction to it did not disappoint. He held himself closer to her, Lily’s name leaving his lips a few times in between moans, while they rode out their highs together.

Lily did her best to continue to move her hips, slowing as they started to come down. She was covered in a layer of sweat and her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to catch her breath, still whimpering softly every now and then.

As they came down, Harry slowed his hips and leaned up from Lily. They took some time to relax and try to calm their breathing, which is exactly what they needed. “Hmm…how’d I get so lucky…” he kissed along her collarbones.

Lily’s legs grew lax around Harry’s waist and thighs as she settled back into the mattress. She gave a small, breathy laugh, “I could ask the same thing.” One of her hands reached up to lazily run her fingers through his curls, the strands a bit damp with sweat at the roots. They didn’t usually go that fast.

Harry smiled and stayed close a little longer before he slowly pulled out and moved to lay next to her. “My gorgeous girl,” he brushed Lily’s hair out of her face, adoring her very rosy cheeks.

Lily was a little sad to have him leave inside her, but she also couldn’t imagine how Harry was holding himself up after that. So, she dropped her arms from around him as he moved and turned just her head to face him. “All yours,” she smiled softly back at him, one hand reaching up to lightly brush the back of his. “Forever.”

Harry rested his hand along Lily’s jaw and smiled down at her, his breathing finally calmed. Though the feeling that he wanted another shower didn’t go away. “Better be forever and ever,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss her.

Lily nodded slightly as she leaned up to meet him for the kiss. “Forever and always,” she promised in a whisper against his lips. Nothing could ever take her away from Harry. She just couldn’t believe she’d lucked out and found him. And soon she’d be calling him her husband.

“Woah. Now I’m really lucky,” Harry grinned and stole a few more slow kisses from her, cupping her jaw. “Love you so much, darling,” he propped himself up on his elbow, “Might get in the shower quick…then I’ll be all good for cuddles.”

Lily smiled even more into the kisses, returning every one. “Love you, too.” She laid her head back down on the pillow when he sat up. “Mind if I join?” She was sweaty as well and they both smelled of sex. Which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but she doubted she could sleep like that.

Harry’s brows raised and his grin got even bigger at that question. “It would be my pleasure, darling,” he answered teasingly and got off the bed to stand at the edge of it, reaching for both her hands to sit her up.

Lily was amused by Harry’s response, placing her hands in his and allowing him to help her up. “Now don’t go casually mentioning pleasure after that sex we just had,” she teased him. She kept one of his hands in hers as she led him to the bathroom, flipping on the lights and automatically going to grab towels.

Harry laughed and held onto Lily’s hand as he followed her into the bathroom. “So much pleasure tonight,” he grinned, turning on the water while Lily grabbed their towels.

“Babes,” Lily warned gently, but her smile gave her away. After she’d set the towels on the counter, her reflection in the mirror caught her eye. More specifically the marks Harry had left. The ones on her neck were already fairly visible and she knew they’d just get darker over time. She gently traced one closer to her jaw, the spot a little tender.

Harry stood by the shower while they waited for the water to get warm, watching Lily observe those marks he left. He stepped behind Lily and placed his hands on her hips. “I do apologize about those…but... I did enjoy leaving them.”

Lily leaned back into Harry instinctively. “I enjoyed you leaving them, too,” she smiled at him in the reflection of the mirror.

Harry smiled and looked at Lily in the mirror as he pressed a kiss to her temple. He always enjoyed these nights alone with his Lily. He gave her sides a gentle squeeze. “I’ll gladly leave more if you’d like,” he teased, “I do think the water is ready, though.”

Lily hummed and ever so slightly leaned into his kiss. “Harry…” was all she got out. The image of them in the mirror reminded her of their anniversary and the pictures she’d captured of them on her phone. Except now, there were no robes; they were completely exposed. But Harry’s mention of the water brought her back to the now and she glanced back towards the shower.

Harry kept his gaze on Lily, both watching the mirror except her short glance back to the shower. He smiled a little and brought one hand up to cup her chin in his fingers, tilting her head so he could press more kisses to her skin. “Unless I turn the water off…”

“And do what?” Lily asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Somehow, she was even more needy after sex than she was before sometimes. Having gotten the taste and clearly wanting more.

Harry grinned softly and trailed his fingertips lightly across the front of her hips. It had been far too long of them going without this due to school, and it was clear they both wanted to make up for it now. “Well… we are both naked, and we’ve got a mirror conveniently in front of us,” he tilted his head down to press a kiss to the top of her shoulder, “Does that give you any ideas?”

Chills shot down Lily’s spine at the light touch of his fingers and lips. And of course, his words had a bit of a hand in it as well. “One or two,” she allowed, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she watched him in the mirror.

Harry’s brows raised with a grin at Lily’s answer, catching her gaze once more. “Two? I’d love to hear what those ideas are,” he said softly, kissing along the top of her shoulder.

“There’s the idea of you taking me from behind, which I’m sure is your idea,” Lily allowed. One of her hands came up to find his at her hips and loosely tangled their fingers before guiding that hand lower, but not low enough to actually touch her between her thighs. “Also, kinda like the idea of finding a way for me to watch you eat me out. See you spread my legs open wide so you can settle in to one of your favorite spots.” That idea though would most likely require them to move in the shower so she could stand and lean against the wall. But then there was the question of whether or not Harry would fit kneeling on the shower floor for her to face the mirror. “That one has some kinks to it, though,” she admitted.

Lily was correct with her assumption so Harry gave a little nod, letting her guide his hand wherever she wanted. His fingers rested between where her thigh met her hip. He began to think about her second option, already hard again just at the suggestion. “Well… maybe you could stand in the corner of the shower and I’ll kneel. That way I’m not blocking your entire view,” he suggested, “Could also move that mirror around in our bedroom and figure it out there. Or we could video it.” He grinned, brushing her hair behind her ear with his free hand, “Unless you have any other suggestions.”

Lily didn’t miss the brush of Harry’s hard member against the top of her bum. That along with the other ideas Harry gave her, especially the video one, made it very hard for her brain to process her options. Let alone put together a sentence. And all the while the shower just kept running behind them, completely forgotten. “Let’s just do shower for now. Put a pin in the video idea. And…” She purposefully moved her hips back so she was flush against his member. “I want you to pleasure me for a bit and then take me from behind. I can try to brace myself in the shower so we can both see ourselves in the mirror from the side.”

Harry completely forgot about the water running as well, too caught up in Lily and their list of ideas. Then she was fully up against his length which would’ve easily caused a moan if he hadn’t held it back, his hands involuntarily squeezing her hips once more. He couldn’t have come up with a better plan if he tried, although his focus at the moment wasn’t the greatest with Lily pressed up against him. “Get in the shower. I’ll hold you up if I need to,” he told her and lightly tapped her bum.

Lily knew from Harry’s squeeze of her hip and how tense his body was against her back that he was trying desperately to keep himself together. Not that Lily was doing much better. But she did as he asked and slipped around him to step into the shower, already taking position in the corner. A quick glance towards the mirror proved she’d be able to see herself and, more importantly, Harry between her legs. They may risk water splashing on the floor, but Lily was sure it would be worth it.

Harry followed Lily into the shower and once she was comfortable leaning against the wall, he moved to kneel on the floor in front of her. He was more than ready at that point, one hand supporting her hip and the other lifting her thigh to spread her legs. “I’ve got you, darling,” he promised and then glanced over to the mirror, “Can you see alright?”

Lily was just as turned on as Harry from all their talk, so needed little foreplay for her to be ready. She let Harry move her as he pleased, eyes locked on their reflection. At first, all she could do was nod. “Fuck, yes…and I love it.” Her hand came up to affectionately brush through his curls as she glanced down at him. “I love you,” she breathed out, not even thinking.

Harry looked in the mirror to position Lily’s thigh so that she could get the best view and nodded. He was just about to lean in when he heard Lily’s last comment, making him smile and look up at her from where he was kneeling. “I love you, darling.” He gave her hip a squeeze. He then leaned in close and began to kiss around the inside of her thighs and desperately close to her core before swiping his tongue along her.

Lily’s stomach muscles were tense as she waited anxiously for his lips to wander where she needed him. And once she finally got it, her jaw dropped in a silent moan. She forced herself to look away from him and to the mirror. It seemed her cheeks never had a chance to stop being red and the layer of sweat on her and Harry was now joined with steam from the shower.

Going down on Lily would always be one of his favorites, especially so when she would ask for it. His hand sprawled across her thigh to keep her legs spread. He pressed his kisses to her core, running his tongue along her while the tip of his nose nudged against her clit with each movement.

Lily whimpered softly. Everything was catching her attention in the mirror; Harry’s expert fingers leaving imprints on her thighs and his rings he’d forgotten to take off in their haste, his biceps flexed with the effort of holding her up, and his beautiful back muscles that she often drooled over.

Harry was always more than willing to give Lily what she wanted. Add on a mirror to that, and of course he’d be on board. He swiped his tongue against her clit once before tilting his head to look up at her. Her whimpers and red cheeks, her gaze on them in the mirror which he was so glad she was taking advantage of. “Want my fingers too, love, or just my mouth?”

Lily looked down at him again when he pulled away. “Mouth is fine. I don’t want to get too close,” she explained. Harry was talented with both his fingers and his mouth which meant both being involved was a surefire way to make her come. And for once, that wasn’t the goal right now.

Harry nodded and leaned back in. “That’s why I asked,” he smiled a bit and swiped his tongue along the middle of her thighs before wrapping his lips gently around her clit, also mindlessly running his fingers along the inside of her thigh.

Lily about melted into him, watching him between her legs for a moment. It astounded her how he just dove right in as if she was the sweetest dessert he’d ever tasted. It made her stomach pool knowing how much he enjoyed it.

Harry easily got back into his rhythm, using his mouth to pleasure Lily how she liked best. He focused most on that sensitive bud, moaning softly against her at times when he just couldn’t hold it back. He enjoyed it almost too much.

Lily’s head fell back with a moan and she got a little weak in the knees. “Harry…” It took too much effort to organize her thoughts when he was moaning against her like that. “God, I love how much you enjoy this. It’s so fucking hot.”

Harry could tell when Lily needed that extra bit of support so his grip on her tightened slightly, pressing her against the wall. “My most favorite thing in the world,” he grinned, looking up at Lily as he flicked his tongue against her clit repeatedly.

Lily’s eyes squeezed shut as her stomach tightened and she gripped at Harry’s curls now. “Baby…I need you now.” She wouldn’t make it if he kept that up.

Harry knew by the way her body moved and how she gripped his curls that she was close. He slowly pulled away, trailing off with some kisses to her thighs and only standing once Lily was steady on her feet. He cupped her face in his hands once he stood, pressing their lips together.

Lily didn’t care that her wetness was all over Harry’s mouth, she kissed him like her life depended on it, hands gripping at his waist and pulling his hips to hers. Feeling his hard-on just made her moan even more. Sometimes she wondered if Harry could come just from pleasuring her.

Harry kept Lily’s face in his hands as their kisses automatically deepened, pressing her between his body and the shower wall. He only pulled away just enough to give her the space she needed to turn around. “You are so, so hot, my darling.”

Lily took a moment to look Harry over while she could, standing there in his naked glory, hard and just as desperate for her as she was him. “Right back at you, my love.” She turned to face the other way and braced her hands against the wall as she bent over completely at the waist. Thankfully the wall wasn’t too wet and neither were her hands, so she had traction.

Harry couldn’t get his eyes off of Lily; she was still looking very sexed out, and always gorgeous, from their time in bed and now the shower as well. He knew neither of them wanted to wait any longer so he took a step closer once Lily positioned herself comfortably, lining themselves up with one of his hands while the other wrapped around her hip, and easily slid into her.

Lily gasped at the angle, Harry filling her in such a way that led to intense pressure on her g-spot. “Oh, babes,” she breathed. It was very apparent that she wasn’t going to last long at all and she could only hope that she was able to hold out for Harry.

Harry’s jaw dropped a little at the feeling of Lily, letting out a moan. He was very hard and had been for a while now, so the pleasure and relief felt amazing. “Good, my love?” he filled her completely, running his hands down her back before gripping her waist.

“Oh my god. So good,” Lily assured him. Clearly it felt good for Harry, too; he rarely moaned right off the bat, always holding back until he couldn’t.

Harry began to move his hips at a steady pace again, keeping one hand at Lily’s waist while he braced the other high up on the wall. He loved the view he typically had in this position, but would always take the opportunity to use a mirror if possible, and he loved that he could see Lily’s face by doing it that way this time. “You look so good… feels really good, darling.”

Lily had almost forgotten about the mirror, too caught up in the attention her spot was getting. But Harry’s comment made her look. Of course, her attention was more on Harry, than herself. All of his muscles seemed taught as he thrusted into her, especially that peachy bum of his. He honestly looked like some sex god.

Harry met Lily’s gaze in the mirror and couldn’t help but grin a little, seeing how much pleasure the two of them were in. It was very obvious they were still crazy for each other even after all these years. He quickened the pace slightly, always wanting to hear those perfect moans and whimpers come from her.

Harry got exactly what he wanted. Lily became quite the mess, already having been so turned on before from Harry’s mouth. Granted, it didn’t usually take much for him to get a moan from her or at least some sort of noise of pleasure.

Harry couldn’t help but watch Lily, taking in everything about her. He let out moans of his own as they went, her name slipping out every few times. Harry wasn’t ever really concerned with how much noise they made, but at least being in the shower covered it up some.

Lily’s fingers dug into the shower wall the closer she got. Moans were falling from her lips one after the other as she tried to hold back. “Harry,” she gasped. “Please tell me you’re close. I don’t…” She couldn’t even finish before she was interrupted by yet another moan.

The sight of Lily was what pushed him closer and closer to the edge; her grip on the wall, the pleasure on her face that he could see in the mirror, all those moans that he loved to hear. “Go ahead, darling. I’ll be right behind you.” He knew seeing and feeling Lily release would be what pushed him over.

Harry really didn’t give Lily much of a choice. Not when he was reaching her spot like that. Her climax washed over her harder than the last. She desperately tried to grasp at something, but had nothing to reach for.

Harry kept his thrusts consistent, both hands steadying Lily’s hips once she reached her orgasm. That pushed Harry closer to his own, all while noticing Lily grasping for anything and so he slipped his hands on the wall in front of her, just as he began to release inside of her with a string of moans.

Lily noticed Harry’s hands and instantly reached for one of them with her own, haphazardly grasping at it. Of course, he knew what she needed and was still trying to help her even as he was coming up on his hugh. Lily made sure to watch Harry in the mirror as he came, a tired smile on her lips.

He had that same pleasured expression on his face as he released as well as when they slowly began to come down from their highs. He lazily laced their fingers on the wall, checking on Lily before tilting his head back, his chest quickly rising and falling like before. They’d surely sleep good that night. “Oh my fuck,” he panted.

Lily couldn’t help but laugh when she heard Harry, a breathy and tired laugh. Her head fell to hang between her arms as she tried to catch her breath. “Oh my fuck is right. I don’t know if I can move.” The idea of standing up straight seemed impossible at the moment.

Harry laughed when Lily agreed, lifting one hand to brush hair away from his forehead. “We’ll get there,” he smiled softly and rubbed his hands up and down her back, taking the time to catch his breath some. “Been a while since we’ve done twice in one night, yeah?”

Lily’s muscles relaxed under Harry’s touch and she finally began to use her free hand on the wall to help push herself up, being extra cautious with Harry still in her. “Didn’t think we were that out of practice,” Lily joked. But it was true. Prior to tonight, they honestly didn’t have the time for more than once. Let alone the energy.

“Right? We’ve got to get back into shape… back to three, four times a night,” Harry teased with a smile. He gently pulled out of Lily so that she could stand all the way up, gripping her waist.

Lily just laughed and waited for Harry to pull out before she was standing up straight. Her hand rested on top of his. “Okay. Rinse off and then sleepy cuddles in bed?” she offered. Her body was more than ready to lay down again.

“Yes, yes, yes.” They both were steady and calmed down at least some, so Harry turned to grab Lily’s shampoo and his own body wash. Usually, they’d take their time washing each other but it seemed they both were more than ready to get back into bed for the night.

Their shower routine was quick and bedtime routine wasn’t much different. Lily made sure hair was dry as could be with a towel before heading to bed. She was far too tired to bother with clothes and knew Harry would keep her more than warm.

They finished up in the bathroom and Harry hung up his towel before shutting off the light and climbing into bed next to Lily. “I love you,” he stretched out his arm for her and pulled the blankets up.

Lily shifted into Harry’s embrace and nuzzled herself into him. “I love you, too,” she murmured once she was settled. Her eyes were heavy and so was her body. While it had been a relaxing day, it had also been quite busy. At least here at the end.

Harry knew he was only minutes away from drifting off, so he wrapped his arms around Lily and they got comfortable cuddled up with each other. “Sleep tight, lovey,” he kissed her temple before closing his eyes.

Lily just sank into Harry, completely cozy in his arms. “Goodnight, babes,” she murmured, eyes slipping closed. It wasn’t long at all and then she was dozing off into a deep sleep.

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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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hellooo can i request chifuyu & baji baking with their s/o? :] (btw love ur writing!<3)

hai haiii~ THIS IS SO WHOLESOME FEJNDKW fr i want to experience this with them so thank u for loving my work and requesting mwah stay safe always babee and have an amazing day (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ this was also unexpectedly long im so sorry also not proofread

𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎

PAIRINGS: Baji & Chifuyu x gn! reader

GENRE: FLUFF TO THE GODS, humor

♡ 𝐁𝐀𝐉𝐈 would've 100% suggested this because you two were home alone and he decides how saving it is if you just baked the cake instead of buying it from the store. So he's dragging you to the kitchen, skimming through his mom's cabinets while you have little to no idea what you even wanted to bake.

"Are you sure you want a cake? What are we celebrating anyway?"

"We can celebrate our monthsary!"

"Kei, can you tell me what monthsary it is?"

"Unnecessary question—let's bake!"

- You two finalized on brownies because if you were to be realistic, his mom wasn't a fond of buying that much cake products so you had to settle with the chocolates she left for Baji. You insisted to check everything on the box while your boyfriend was the one who was grabbing the ingredients with every word you said.

- You were also looking through your phone for whatever else you had to have but it seems like their recent stock for groceries was perfect for this. While you got the butter from their refrigerator, you reached for the bowl to your right and you noticed how Baji was silent.

"Babe? Where-" You turned your body to be welcomed by your boyfriend wearing an apron with his arms up to support him right before he can tie his hair while he held a hairtie to his mouth which knocks the breath out your lungs as you stared at him. He looks at you with a smile, grabbing the elastic from his mouth.

"Do you wanna give me a hand?" He asks and you could only give a nod, wrapping your arms to his neck so you can tie his hair while you stood in front of him. He watches how you gather his locks, making sure it's all going to be caught in his tie and Baji out of his likeness to you, places a peck to your nose. You stopped your actions to look at how proud he looked before grinning on your own, finished that you put his hair in a low bun.

"Do I look handsome?"

"As always, Baji."

- You start to put the cocoa powder in the bowl with him clinging to your waist from behind. It was distracting to say the least—having someone that good looking while you worked is definitely a challenge.

"Can you get me some eggs? I need four." You asked him while he goes out to give them to you, looking like your little servant but he's just too happy to be there and act lazy when quality time is all that he's been looking for recently.

"I have to preheat the oven, you can start breaking the eggs and I'll melt the butter."

"Sure thing." He comments then you separated from him just for you both to work on your own orders.

You placed the spatula on the counter, placing the bowl of butter to the microwave and when you turn around, your boyfriend hands were busy from the eggs he held.

"Kei, what's with that hold on the spoon? Are you gonna murder all four of them?" You chuckled, seeing how he had the spoon in hand as if it was a weapon, possibly a bat just for him to beat it. You covered your mouth to stifle a laugh at how he stood conflicted knowing it was what you wanted him to do.

"Was I.. wrong?"

"Babe, the shells are gonna crash onto the mix and I don't think we're gonna like extra crunchy brownies. "

- As you cut open the flour, that's where the first wave of chaos begins when Baji missed the measuring cup from how close he was paying attention to making sure he actually hit the right amount which led to the powder to land on the counter and you two share a glance knowing exactly what it meant for the two of you.

"YOUR MOM'S GONNA KILL ME."

"NOT IF SHE GOES FOR ME FIRST."

- Out of panic even if you two were well aware how she was going to come home late, you two tried to make it look as spotless as before so none of your heads would get caught off by her. If anything, meeting his mom was amazing but it doesn't erase the tiny fear to see her get mad at him.

"Okay, I think we got that-" Turning to your boyfriend, you were face to face with a whiff of powder as Baji blew it to your direction and you merely blinked at how slow your senses were to react to even dodge. The flour decorates your forehead, down to your nose then to your lips while the conniving bastard lets out a cuss before he's off his feet to escape your reign of terror while you grabbed a handful of the flour on the counter, running to catch up to him, furious at how the powder got to your nose and it was bothering you to a immense level.

"BAJI, GET YOUR STUPID ASS HERE."

"THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR GETTING STONED."

"I DID NOT."

- In defeat and not wanting to leave any more trails of irresponsibility, you resorted to wash your face and Baji laughs at how you stopped chasing him. You returned to your station while he sits in front of you, his chin to his palm as he stares at you.

"Are you done with your silent treatment?" He mocks, implementing how your expressions miserably failed to read what you were supposed to feel. You scrunched your nose, rubbing the tip of it, sending him a tiny message at how the powder flew right to your nose which makes him chuckle, understanding what you meant.

"Oh don't act like that." Baji argues before he walks his way back to be behind you, holding your hands while he lets his hand maneuver yours with how you mixed it wrong when he noticed how bubbles could form by the way you did it.

"My mom would always tell me about how I should pay attention to the details when it comes to cooking or else it'd be bad." He explains while you smiled at how affectionate he was of his mother. "I also told her I was going to cook her something but I'm not someone you can trust with fire. "

"You don't need to tell me twice about that, Baji."

"Well well well, look who can't last a minute without coming back to me."

- Once you've got everything done for the combining of ingredients, you reached for a tray to place them in and before you could slowly tilt the bowl, a sneaky finger comes from beside you, dotting into the mixture while Baji steals a taste out of it and he doesn't care about the look of concern that flashes through you.

"Pretty sure you can't eat raw eggs."

"I didn't see that in a single rule book. Oh! It tastes good, babe. Do you want some?"

- Now that you got the tray to the oven, you both decided that it was good to clean up all the used bowls and utensils just so when it was finally done, you wouldn't have to worry about it afterwards so you two are side by side washing the dishes and taking in turns in wiping the table and drying them off.

"Kei, come here." You ordered him with left over flour in your fingers while he just comes your way since he was done on his part. Baji is in front of you once again while your thumb places a dash of the flour to his nose as he rolls his eyes. You drew three lines on each of his cheek and he just lets you have a go at it since he did see how the previous incident was soaked in by your nose.

"You look cute, babe." You bid him with a smile and he rests his hand to your hip. "Did you have fun taking your revenge on me?"

"Absolutely."

- The waiting process seemed to make up for the banter from earlier when you're laid on his chest at the sofa, assumably play fighting just to consume time with that flour latched to his face, not minding to the point you're even taking pictures of him and he follows through, even going along with the poses he's doing which just sends you to laugh at each one.

- It seems that the alarm going off was the only thing that raised both your heads from each other's lip, chuckling at how it broke you apart when you kissed. "I can't even get at least two minutes without someone interrupting. " He pouts while you smiled giving him one last peck before standing up to check on the tray.

Both of your eyes just shined at how it worked, not really expecting it to look good since it was your first time to cook with him but you were glad nonetheless. You carefully took it out, following another instruction just to check if the insides were done well so you smile when everything fell in place.

Baji places a kiss to your shoulder now that he let his hair down again, arms circling your waist as you turned to him.

"I can call myself a half baker now."

"Half baked? You got stoned huh?"

"You're an idiot."

- When it cooled, you two were up to his room while you were sat on his lap, humming in satisfaction at how it tasted, like you two were in sync with each other's reaction. Baji just smiles as he pets the cat that fled to his room while he holds you close to him. Noticing a smudge of chocolate on your lips, he taps your cheek making you turn your head to him and his thumb softly wipes away the smudge of it and as usual and mundane as it is, it didn't matter because when you're with him, everything just feels right.

"I might have to keep asking my mom to buy baking mixes just so I can do them with you."

♡ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔 thought it was funny how he was just wishing he could relive a certain panel he was reading then you suddenly show up knocking on their door with paper bags on both your arms.

"Hey Chifu! You wanna bake something with me?"

"Y-yeah!"

- He was lucky that he was home alone but he doesn't fully consider it because of Peke J who actually came to greet you when you entered. Once the door closes, he's just embracing you.

"What's the inspiration for today's plans?"

"You were craving for cookies so I thought it'd be nice if we get to make it since you were free."

*cue his heart exploding from how you remembered and how you went the extra mile just for him*

- You started by pulling out the things you bought from the store while your boyfriend just watches in awe at how you didn't miss a single ingredient.

"Thanks, babe." He says, slinging his arms over your shoulder even as you walked just to grab a tray and the bowl for you to work in along with a few utensils to kick start the process. Meanwhile, Chifuyu rolls up the sleeve of his sweater and finds his mom's apron to give to you because he knows damn well you were the one who was going to need it more than him. So he hovers it over you as he tied it from behind, beaming at how gratifying it was to be this domestic and something so simple began to transform into a better view as if it was anticipating to fall in love with the normality.

"When did you even have the time to buy all of these? It's a pile, Y/N."

"I just have a lot of time on my hands after school recently."

"That can be lessened if you just spent the rest of the day with me y'know?"

- "Okay now we have to melt the butter first." You said, popping it into the microwave. You heard a swift sound of a bag opening which you assumed was the flour so he can help but when you shifted your body, you saw Chifuyu on the counter munching on the chocolate chips. You smile at how he looked with his cat on his lap as he pets Peke.

"Spare the batter for some of that." You teased as taps your nose, holding a chip in hand while you just opened your mouth while he feeds it to you and you couldn't stand down from how good it actually was. You noticed how when he turns his head to pick up a snack, his hair frames his eyes so you called out to him.

"Let's tie your hair, Chi." You suggested while he spreads his legs a little bit more open for you to be in the middle as he lowers his head. You tie the front of his hair since it was the only section that was capable enough to be secured in a pony so when his head rises, your heart grows in fondness.

"That's way better, thanks babe!" He cheers while you settle your hands to his cheek. "You're too cute." You complimented him as he scoffs and sports his hairstyle like there could've been a sparkle next to his eye.

"Why of course."

- Apart from the sweet moment, the second he gets the butter out of the microwave, he lets out a tiny squeal, not expecting it to be that hot so you cackled at how he speed run his way to place it in the table.

- You two split the job. One gets to measure everything out so it's quick and done while the other was left to combine the rest of what's left. Chifuyu was the one to measure everything while you were mixing everything in, looking through your phone just to be safe that you were following every instruction but he had other plans.

While you threw in a dash of salt, you spoke. "Can you hand me the flour?"

"It's right here, bub."

And just like that, both hands covered in flour squishes your cheeks while you closed your eyes and Chifuyu's laugh surrounds the room while he distances himself to save his face from your wrath and it comes true just like he expected when you got off your feet with flour in hand to return the gesture.

"Good luck trying to catch up to me!"

"Stop! You're too good at running!"

- It was quite stupendous how you've gotten the table war aka going round in circles trying to catch each other but you're just not making a single mount of process to succeed in plotting revenge so you sighed. You can hear the victorious cheer from Chifuyu now that he won so with raised hands to boast, he approaches you.

"For your defeat, I deserve a kiss."

"Whatever you want, Chi." You said wrapping arms around his shoulders before he's leaning inwards to meet your lips while you held back a laugh for him to fall through it and that's where you covered his mouth with your hand that was covered in flour as well as taking the chance to smudge it across his face. You decided to embrace him so he's being held down from attacking you while you let out a laugh.

"Sorry babe."

"That's just unfair, hmp."

"Oh quiet." You then placed a kiss to his lips which coats them with flour as he smiles.

"Touché, Y/N."

- When you're putting the chocolate chips into the bowl, you had to toss in a few of it to his mouth and it stirs up a challenge for you and him like a team up match to catch the farthest chip. You were on the left side of the counter while he was to the other and you ready him and he nods. You threw it and there's determination painted to his features and just like that, the chip landed right to his mouth and you both are wide eyed. The blonde rushes to you and lifts you from your waist to celebrate.

"DID YOU SEE THAT?"

"YOU DID GREAT, CHI!"

- All that's left to do was scoop them up and place them on the tray. For being a winner, he decided to do the honor of doing it for you while you embraced him from behind as he smiles.

"Do I look like a good chef?"

"Hm, I think husband suits it better."

"..h-huh? Really?"

"Dork."

- The waiting process was the two of you cleaning up the mess you made, munching on the left over chocolate. You also went to the bathroom to wash of the flour from earlier, still engaging in a mini fight just so splatter each other with water. You consumed a lot of time so when the alarm sets off, you two are scurrying to go to the kitchen to get them.

"Ooh, they're not burnt."

"That seems offensive even for the both of us."

"Sorry sorry." He chuckles while you pull out the tray to place, grabbing a plate to put the rest of them in. Chifuyu was about to touch it but when you eye him to bid him a warning at how hot it'd be so he stops.

- Once it cools, Chifuyu is already taking a bite out of it, closing his eyes and humming from how you've mentioned that he craved this since a week ago. You chuckled at his response, eating a cookie of your own, leaning your head on his shoulder, finding it good for your attempt. Your boyfriend intertwines your free hand with his and sends you a grin.

"Thanks for everything, Y/N."

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bartxnhood · 2 years

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brownies. | p.p

gif not mine

| tom!peter x reader

summary: after you both get accepted to college you decide to celebrate.

warnings: none, enjoy !

authors note: i got really inspired to write this bc i made brownies just last night plus, yall are gonna need something sweet to prepare for the next fic !! enjoy <3

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“We should totally celebrate!” you stood up from the sofa after you found out that you and peter got accepted to the college of your dreams. peter looked up at you, folding his paper. “y/n, there’s literally snow storm going on. i don’t think so” he laughed pushing his brown curls back. “i know that” you rolled your eyes going into the kitchen. “we should at least make something! this is huge!! we’ve dreamt of this for years!” you cheered from the other room. peter chuckled pushing himself off the sofa and following you, he rested on the archway of the kitchen. you turned around with a box in your hands and a wide grin on your face, “brownies!” he raised his eyebrows walking over to you “brownies?”

you nodded, turning around, and opened the cupboards for a mixing bowl and measuring cups. “get me milk, one egg, and oil..” you hummed looking on the back of the box for the ingredients needed.

as peter got what you asked him to, you fished out a pan in the abyss of your cabinets. “aha!” you said finding a round pan which you were looking for specifically.

“okay, milk, egg, and oil for you m’lady” he teased placing all the ingredients on the counter. peter looked over your shoulder at the box for the measurements. he reached over you grabbing one of the cups, placing a peck on your cheek which you giggled as a result. “no funny business while cooking, parker!” you joked, opening the package and dumping the powdered contents into the metal mixing bowl. “here’s the milk and oil..” he hummed dumping both liquids in then tossing the cups into the sink and grabbed the egg, cracking it letting it drop into the mixture. he tossed the eggshells into the bin.

you began mixing everything as peter stood behind you and peered over your shoulder while wrapping his arms around your waist. once you thought it was mixed enough you let it plop into the pan smoothing out the surface and pushing it into the oven. “can you set a timer on your phone for twenty-five minutes?” you asked turning around to look at peter. he smiled and nodded, pressing a kiss on your temple and going back to the living area.

you turned back to the counter and began putting all the dirty dishes into the sink, “y/n” peter sang walking back into the kitchen, “cmon let’s pick out a movie” he pouted. “but the dishes!” you huffed, you hate dirty dishes. especially after you cook. “no, i wanna spend time with you” he pulled your arm into the living area and pulled you onto the sofa with him. “there, now we can relax until the brownies are done” he cheered, you couldn’t help but grin seeing you lay against his shoulder as you flipped through some movies.

“i’m so proud of you..y/n” you looked up from the screen on the wall to peter, “what?” you blinked, peter pushed some hair from your face and his hand caressed your cheek. “i’m proud of you. you’re so smart, you always know the right way. you’ve come so far and now we’re going to college together..” you looked up at him, you smile leaning up to kiss his lips. “i love you, peter parker”.

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lilosaur · 3 years

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⋆｡°✩ Baking With Them ˳༚༅༚

⟶ ticket no. 9 ɞ

w/ Sano (Mikey) Manjiro | Baji Keisuke | Matsuno Chifuyu | Haitani Rindou

Warnings - eating raw food, cooking, food fight??

ʚ Sano (Mikey) Manjiro ɞ

You had Mikey over to hang out and you happened to have some cupcake mix…and frosting….and sprinkles.. Mikey noticed the box and he immediately grabbed it and shoved it in your face *gently*

“Y/n! You didn’t tell me you had cupcake mix! Now we have to bake them.” Mikey said excitedly while reading the instructions.

“Okay we can make them, I have frosting somewhere here too and maybe sprinkles or something like that.” You laughed as Mikey was looking through all your cabinets to find the right ingredients that the box called for. Mikey collected all the right ingredients and put them on the counter messily. He smiled at you as you tried to read the directions.

Mikey tried to tell you what to do but you assured him that you know how to bake and that he can do all the work. Mikey just wanted to be the one to mix everything together. child vibes

Mikey wanted to crack the eggs but you did not trust him for that.

“Mikey here let me do that…your gonna get egg shells in the batter-”

Poor Mikey just wants to eat the cupcake batter anyways :’) Somehow the two of you successfully make the batter and Mikey has cupcake batter all over his clothes. Mikey kept eating the batter and you had to pull his hair to get him away from it. Mikey just wants cupcakes omg While the cupcakes were cooking you helped him get all the batter off his clothes, or at least most of it.

You two took a quick nap waiting for the cupcakes to bake, Mikey fell asleep on you so you had to gently push him off. You took the cakes out of the oven and let them cool off a bit before waking up Mikey so you two could frost them. You had some nice yellow frosting to use, Mikey took a big glob and just smacked it on a cupcake.

“This one is mine y/n.” He said while looking at you straight in the eyes. You proceed to nod then scoop your finger in the icing and smear some on Mikeys face.

“Y/n!! You got it in my eyes!!” Mikey frowns while heading over to the sink lightly screaming from the frosting in his eyes. You laugh so much you fall to the floor, he smiles back at you but now Mikeys just so tired.

“Watch me y/n I can eat this in one bite.” He says while holding up the cupcake he forested.

“Mikey be careful don’t choke-” He shoved the whole cupcake in his mounts and somehow he didn’t choke and die?? You looked at him like he was crazy for a second then started laughing again. Mikey dragged you to the couch to lay down now.

“We have to finish frosting them.” You said but got cut off when he kissed you on the cheek.

“No we don’t, let’s take a nap I’m tired.” Mikey replied while holding onto you tightly. You don’t understand how Mikey works at all but you vibe with it, he’s so adorable and sweet so.

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ʚ Baji Keisuke ɞ

Baji didn’t want to bake at first, he said it was boring. lies you just had to tell him you two could eat a bunch of brownies later too. Now he was in, you gathered the ingredients that were on the box to make brownies! Baji took a big sigh as he watched you put everything into the mixing bowl.

“You don’t wanna help?” You asked as Baji was just leaning on the counter watching you.

“Hmm, maybe I’ll help a little bit.” Baji replied as he saw a small frown starting to form on your face.

Baji helped you measure and pour everything and then you made him mix it because he has stronger arms than you. I could go on and on abt arms but 😶 Baji tried to help you pour the brownie batter into the pan but he was getting it all over the place-

“Baji you’re getting the batter all over the place.”

“Calm down y/n look I know what I’m doing.” Just as Baji says that a little glob of it falls to the floor.

“Baji let me do it! You can clean that up.” You said as you pointed to the batter on the ground. You gave Baji a little flick on his arm to order him to move. As the brownies baked you guys talked about your day and exciting/new things that happened.

“How does the batter even turn into a brownie?” Baji asked genuinely curious.

“Did you even pay attention to science class?”

“No. Why do we learn about that?”

You face palmed while giggling, Baji is really something else. You saw him smile a bit watching how you laughed.

When the brownies were done you let them cool off a bit and you may have had to slap Baji's hand because he keeps trying to eat them when their super hot-

“Baji don’t touch them your gonna burn yourself.”

“Aww that’s cute y/n you care-” He couldn’t even finish his sentence as you gave his hand a semi-serious slap to keep them off the steaming brownies in front of you two. You glared at Baji until he put he started to sit back down in a chair. Finally when you guys were able to eat the brownies Baji ate like 10 literally 10 and ended up with a stomach ache. He probably threw up when he got home :’)

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ʚ Matsuno Chifuyu ɞ

“Are you ready to bake y/n?!” He asked with a big smile on his face. You could see how excited Chifuyu was. tbh he just wanted to spend time w/ u :)) You nodded your head smiling as well. You helped Chifuyu measure and combine everything, he was being very careful it is so cute to watch!!

Chifuyu invited you over to make some sugar cookies, from scratch because Chifuyu is so confident that he knows what he’s doing. When you got there Chifuyu was actually kind of organized and had all the ingredients and utensils ready. You both took a little bit of the cookie dough to give it a try and it actually tasted so good you couldn’t wait to eat the cookies omg.

So uh Chifuyu forgot to pre-heat the oven- so you two had to let the oven heat up for around 20 minutes before putting in the cookies to bake. sadness, I hate when I do that smh

Once the oven was hearted up Chifuyu ended up accidentally burning his finger because he didn’t use the oven mittens and he touched the hot part :( So you had to help him by running it under some cool water and putting some random healing cream on it. poor fuyu

You two ended up taking a nap waiting for the cookies to bake, Chifuyu woke up first to the sound of the oven beeping letting you know the cookies are done. When you finally woke up Chifuyu already had a little plate ready for you with a lovely sugar cookie on it! Mmm it was so good, they were so perfectly sweet and soft yum! Chifuyu was happy you both enjoyed them, he really likes spending time with you and doing things together! You two passed out on the couch but thank god it was a Friday <33

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ʚ Haitani Rindou ɞ

You asked Rindou to hang out at your house but what you didn’t tell him was that you were gonna make him bake with you. You knew Rindou was gonna want no part in it but oh well now he doesn’t have any choice!

When you told Rindou he shook his head but there was no turning back for him now. You made him help you gather some of the ingredients because the flour do be kinda heavy. You guys are making banana bread since you had the brown-ish bananas already. You made Rindou help you mix the batter because your arms started to get tired. Then he got batter on his shirt and he was kinda mad, so you laughed at him but your laugh made him smile a bit :)

Once you got the batter in the oven you and Rindou decided to watch a movie. He sounded excited to eat the banana bread now though, which made you happy! Neither one of you fell asleep but you two were drooling over the scent throughout the entire house of the bread.

“Can you smell that? The bread smells so good.” Rindou told you while sniffing in the air.

“Mm yes, i told you this would be fun Rin!” You said in a light yelling voice to prove to him you were right.

“Hmm maybe it is fun y/n.” He replied with a smirk on his face.

The oven started beeping so you made Rindou take out the bread because you were too scared you were gonna burn yourself. You and Rindou thought outside of the box and put a little fan next to the bread to help it cool off faster. It smelled so good you guys hoped it would taste good too!!

You pulled out the loaf of bread from the pan onto a fancy serving plate. Rindou did the cutting so he could give you the first piece. It was so good it was also so warm and soft. banana bread<3 You guys ended up finishing the movie you started earlier while snacking on the bread. Rindou thought that maybe baking wasn’t that bad..at least with you it’s not-

this was fun to write, I’ll be doing requests against tomorrow. Also ty for 40 followers wow were close to 50 now 😆 Ty sm for reading, I hope you enjoyed this work! <3

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dakarimainink · 3 years

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Brownies At 2 AM

WARNING: 18+, smut, explicit descriptions/depictions, fingering, fucking with a hint of roughness, orgasm, bodily fluids, lots of bodily fluids just sayin'

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x You (Reader)

Wordcount: 3.9K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own. I've had this idea for a while and considered doing a fluff for it, but considering the hopeless slut I am, it became a smut instead.

Pedro wakes up to find you missing from your bed.

Masterlist

Ugh, just look at those eyes😩

Pedro rolls over and reaches to your side of the bed. His hand grasp at the sheets you share. His eyes snap open as he realises you’re not lying there. A sense of panic shoots through him.

It’s still night and a sliver of moonlight crosses the bed as he sits up. His eyes wander over the bed before glancing at the on suite bathroom. He feels his heart drop as he can’t see any light come from under the door. He wonders where you can be, before sliding out of bed.

As he bends down to pick up his shirt from the floor, he finds it missing from where he left it. He furrows his brows and looks around but can’t seem to find it. He walks over to the closet and pulls out a white t-shirt and puts it on. The cotton of the fabric feels soft against his skin. He glances at the bed to make sure he isn’t dreaming before leaving the bedroom to look for you.

He feels a slight tingle of worry spike through his gut as he walks down the dark corridor. He has never found you missing from bed before and his eyes dart to the cracks under each passing door, looking for a light that can shine through. Nothing. He swallows thickly as he picks up his pace towards the stairs.

He stops at the foot of the stairs as he sees the figure of your back and head sitting on the sofa in the dark. Your left side is gently lit up by the silver moon and he admires you for a moment. He feels relief knowing you weren’t gone or that you had left him.

“Y/N, what are you doing up so late?” He walks up to the sofa and places a hand on top of your head, stroking it softly. Your hair feels soft against the palm of his hand.

You can’t help but let out a sigh at his touch and your eyes close, revelling at his gentle strokes. “I just couldn’t sleep.” You explain as you open your eyes. They wander across the garden outside the windows.

“I was worried you had left.”

His words tear at your heart and you turn your head to look up at him. Your eyes immediately lock and you can see a hint of fear lingering on his gaze. “I will never leave you, Pedro.” You reassure him. You have been together for three years and the love between you keeps growing somehow. You find it hard to imagine a life without him now.

He bends down and softly kisses your lips. You straighten your back to deepen it and lift one hand to the back of his head. Your fingers tangle with his unruly locks as you feel a warmth envelop your heart.

He ends the kiss and presses his forehead to yours, his breath mingling with yours as you take a moment to just breathe. “Why don’t we go back to bed?” He rises his hand and presses it to your cheek, his thumb lazily swiping back and forth.

You bite your lower lip, having other plans in mind. “Why don’t we bake instead?” You suggest, a hidden smile spreading across your lips.

He stands back up and you can see his confused expression in the moonlight. You let out a short giggle that made a smile grow on his lips. He can’t resist the wonderful sound coming from your mouth and it makes him want to kiss you again.

“What are we going to bake?” He asks curiously.

You bite your lip again, already knowing what you want to make. You have been thinking about it for a long time, not the actually act of baking, but baking together at 2 AM in your underwear. It had been a reappearing fantasy of yours. You thought it would be somewhat romantic.

“Brownies.” You chime and turn around in the sofa. You stand up on your knees and lean on the back of the sofa, looking up at him.

He wraps his arms around you and pull you over the edge. “Brownies it is then.” He smirks as you squeal out in joy and following it with a giggle. He places you down on the floor and kisses your forehead. He stills, his hands on your hips as his eyes roam the shirt you’re wearing. “Is that my shirt?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Maybe.” You tease and fiddle with the hem of the shirt. “It was conveniently on the floor when I got up.”

“Mhm.” He hums sarcastically. “Very convenient I must say.”

You know he loves seeing you in his clothes. Something in him burns whenever he finds you in any of his apparels, whether it be boxers, shirts, trousers or sweaters, he loves it all. Very often than not, he would end up fucking you in it, but tonight, it was honestly a coincidence you had put on his shirt.

“Go on then, lead the way.” He smirks and strokes his fingertips along your arm. It sends a delicious spike through your spin and goosebumps appear on your skin. You take a deep breath, trying not to fall for his soft touches.

You turn around and begin to walk towards the kitchen, your hips purposefully swinging. As he follows you close by, he gives your ass a light smack and a small yelp escape your lips. You look over your shoulder, giving him a don’t-you-dare-do-that-again look. He reaches forward to smack it once more, but you skip forward as he aims for your ass again.

“I don’t think so, Mr. Pascal.” You wink at him and give him a playful smile. He matches the same look and you know his intentions. He leaps forward to catch you, but you jump to the side and playfully run towards the kitchen as he chases you. Giggles and chuckling filling the silent room.

Rounding the kitchen counter, he grabs your wrist and pulls you to him. He spins you around and crashes his lips onto yours. His hands roam over your body until they settle on your ass and he pulls you closer to his own. He makes sure to squeeze and knead them as your tongues dance. You feel he’s already semi-hard and the dirty thoughts popping into your head makes you smirk.

You push yourself away from his grasp and bite your lip, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. “Brownies.” You remind him and a hint of disappointment flickers in his eyes, but he accepts defeat. If you want to bake brownies then brownies will be baked.

You turn around to the cupboard to find the ingredients you need. He steps over to the fridge and picks out some eggs and the milk carton. As he turns, he finds you have already managed to find all the other ingredients. All you need now is a bowl and a wisp.

“Can you turn on the oven and I’ll get the bowl?” You suggest and turn over to the cupboards again before he can reply. You open it up but can’t seem to find the bowl you are seeking. “Where is the bowl?” You ask.

Pedro stops for a moment to think as he turns on the oven. “Try the cabinet in the corner.” He suggests and walks to the drawers to get the wisp. The light from the oven leaves a warm glow and casting lazy shadows from your bodies.

You step over to the cabinet and open it up. At the very top, the bowl in question is waiting to be plucked down. You let out a sigh before getting on your tippy toes to reach for it. Your fingertips graze the surface of the bowl, but you are not in the mood to get a chair to stand on. You have done it before, you can do it again.

Pedro presses his body up against your back as he reaches over you and grab the bowl. A surprised gasp sounds from your throat. You feel his semi-hard erection press up against your back and a low moan leaves your mouth. Out of instinct, your body moves back against him, feeling his warmth envelop you. He tilts his head down and places his lips near your ear. “Brownies.” He whispers, sending an irritatingly delicious shiver down your spine. He gives your ear a nibble before he steps back, leaving you cold as he walks over to the counter with the ingredients.

He places down the bowl and looks over at you. He leans onto the kitchen countertop with a cocky smirk as he sees the irritation linger on your face. “Your words, love. Not mine.” He teases you before looking for a pot to place on the hob.

You lightly stomp your way over to him and pull out a cutting board and knife. You pick up the butter and cut it up in smaller pieces along with the chocolate. You lick your lips as you anticipate the taste of the brownie, making your mouth water and you swallow.

Pedro places the pot on the stove, halfway filled with water and he begins cracking the eggs and mixing it with the sugar in the bowl provided. He reaches for the last egg when your hands brush up against each other as you reach for the white chocolate. The touch sends tingles through your body and your eyes glimpses at each other.

As you continue to bake, barely saying a word, you brush up against each other, feeling each other’s heat and desires build up. His cock grows harder in his boxers with each passing moment and your cavern continues to drip, soaking your panties. This little dance of a foreplay has you both stepping on the edge, both at the verge of falling over. But you are both determined that this is only about baking and nothing else.

He pours the brownie mix in the form and you make sure it’s distributed evenly before placing it in the oven. The timer is set and now you only have to wait.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

You wipe the countertop as he washes the bowl. You stand on each side of the kitchen, glancing at one another. It feels like torture, this carnal dance is making you both pant, but neither wants to give in. You are determined, mostly out of stubbornness. If someone is to break, it has to be him. It is painfully obvious to the both of you that the burning desire is on full heat.

His cock is fully hardened in his boxers and it is desperately trying to break from its confines. Your inner thighs are covered in your own juices as it continues to drip down from your panties. It doesn’t help that you keep rubbing them together to get some relief.

He places the bowl on the counter to dry and turns to you, eyes roaming your body. He smirks to himself, finding you incredibly irresistible in your panties and his shirt. His eyes linger on your ass peeking from under the shirt every time you bend over to wipe the surface of the countertop. He licks his lips and imagine fucking you right there, but he didn’t want to be the one to break. He knows you will soon beg him based off of the shimmering juices between your thighs. He has smelled it the whole time you baked; it is an irresistible aroma that made him achingly hard.

You finish cleaning up and sway your hips as you walk towards Pedro to place the cloth by the sink. You make sure to brush up against his side as you fold the cloth and place it next to the bowl. You can smell his lingering cologne and musky scent. You inhale deeply and force yourself to not moan. You love the way he smells, it makes your head swim and all you want is to push yourself up against him.

You turn and lean on the kitchen island, standing opposite of Pedro. You see his eyes are roaming your curves and you know he will break soon. All you had to do, is to reel in the delicious bait.

You turn around and bend over the countertop, making sure your ass is sticking out as much as possible as you rest your head in your hand. You let out a heavy sigh, as if you are bored and lick your lips. You glance over your shoulder and see his eyes are fixated on your ass. You bite your lip and his gaze snaps to yours. The connection sends a tingle through your stomach and your mind is screaming for him to just take you.

He breathes heavily before closing his eyes shut and tilting his head back. He is not going to break. He licks his lips and exhales deeply. Not going to break. He chants it within his head like a mantra, to keep him from just fucking you.

You narrow your eyes at him, knowing fully well he is fighting against his urges. His cock is twitching in his trousers and you let out a shuddering breath. He will break.

You turn around again and unbutton your shirt, leaving it open, but still covering your breasts. You clear your throat innocently to get his attention.

When his eyes open and he looks forward, his gaze drop straight to your body again, trailing along the exposed flesh of your torso and he lets out a groan. “That’s not fair.” He mumbles as he continues to trail along your skin down to your panties.

You tilt your head to the side. “What do you mean? I am just…” You slide your finger along the opening of the shirt, biting your lip with a sly smirk. “Really warm.”

He pushes himself away from the countertop and saunters over to you. “Warm, huh?” He whispers as he places his thumb and index on the hem of your shirt by the collar. As he slowly drags down along the opening, his eyes are locked with yours. “Why don’t you take off my shirt that you’re wearing then?”

You hold his gaze as you feel his fingertips barely graze your skin. “I don’t want to take it off.” You reply breathy.

“No? You want to keep it warm?”

You nod as he lets go of your shirt and lowers his hand to your aching mound. He hovers a mere inch away from your panties. You feel the heat radiating from his hand and he can feel yours.

“Maybe even make it warmer?”

Your lips part as a shuddering breath leaves your lips. “Yes.” You whisper, wanting him to touch you. Your whole body is aching.

He bends forward and tilts his head towards your neck. You instinctively angle your head back, expecting him to kiss your neck, but nothing. He hovers just away from it and you can feel his breath on your skin. He inhales your sweet scent before placing his lips by your ear. Your heart is thumping against your chest as his lips brush against your skin.

“Then you have to break, my love.” His seductive whispers have your knees almost bucking right under you.

You have lost.

Your hips move forward, into his waiting hand and not a split second goes by before his palm is rubbing on your clit outside your panties. You moan out as your whole body is set ablaze and your head snaps back. Your fingers dig into the edge of the countertop as his fingers press between your clothed petals.

He presses his forehead against your temple as he breathes out. “You’re so fucking wet. I love it.” Your jaw trembles and a shuddering breath escapes you. “You’ve been craving this as much as I have.” He pulls your panties aside and slides two fingers into your aching cavern. You whimper as he massages you slowly inside. “Or perhaps even more.” He murmurs as he nibbles on your ear.

You rub your hand on the outside of his boxers, following the outline of his throbbing cock. He groans as you gently squeeze it and lick your lips. You turn your head and you press your forehead to his as your breath mingles. You can feel the faint ridges going across his member.

He is right, you have been craving this the whole time. You thought you could be the stronger one, but he knew exactly what strings to play in order for you to sing for him. If you are to be honest with yourself, you love it when he toys with you like that. It is a dance you had started, but he is definitely the one to lead it.

You lightly kiss him as you gasp for air, his fingers pumping in and out of your soaking cavern. He kisses you back a little harder, testing the urge within you and nibbles on your lower lip. It is all you need to truly make you break.

You throw your arms around his neck and crash your lips onto his. His fingers slip out of you and you let out a small whimper before he presses his body against yours. His hands entangle in your hair as your tongues fight for dominance. You both gasp for air between each kiss and you rub your hips against his groin.

A low growl vibrates in his throat. He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls back, forcing your head to tilt. He kisses and nibbles on your jaw, down your throat and to your chest. You let out a hoarse moan as he pulls your shirt to the side with his free hand and captures your nipple in his mouth. He flicks it with his tongue before gently biting on it. You inhale sharply as he sucks on it and your hands travel up his shoulders until it reaches his unruly hair.

You pull him up by his locks and he lets out a low moan. You tug him to you as you fervently kiss him. “Fuck me.” You beg between kisses. You don’t have to say it twice.

He pulls his cock out and an aching groan leaves him. He pulls your leg up to his hip and position his tip by your soaking entrance. You press your foreheads together and you close your eyes, anticipating his entry.

He places his free hand on your cheek and you breathe faster at his touch. “Look at me.” He murmurs onto your lips.

You open your eyes and lock eyes with him. There is an ache in his eyes, almost a painful ache and you can see he wants to say something. It feels like time stands still as your gaze is connected.

He slowly pushes into you, letting your walls mould to his girth. The whole time, your eyes are connected and electric tingles sparks through your body. Your moans meld together as he stills inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix. You move your hands to the back of his neck and lick your lips.

His thumb brushes over your cheek as he scans your face. He moves his hips back and your walls try desperately to suck him back in. He slams into you with a growl and your breath is pushed out of your lungs. He slams into you a second time and a cry of pleasure seeps through your lips.

He moves his hips back and forth, his cock massaging your walls as it goes in and out of your cavern. He loves the sounds that comes out of your mouth as he fucks you. Those sweet moans and yelps of pleasure as a fire spreads throughout your body. A shimmer of sweat builds on both of your bodies, reflecting the moonlight peaking in through the windows and the warm light radiating from the oven below.

He slides his hand from your cheek and down to your throat. The palm of his hand lingers on your neck as he imagines squeezing it, but he moves it further down and palm your breast. He kneads it, making you writhe at his touch. A cry leaps out of you as he pinches your nipple between his thumb and index finger.

“I’m gonna come, love.” You gasp as your legs begin to tremble. A smirk grows on his lips as he darts out his tongue to dampen his lips. You press his head close to you and you claim his lips.

He pulls your leg higher up on his hip and his other hand grasp onto the back of your neck. He deepens the kiss as a growl vibrates in his chest. The fervent kisses leave your lips sore, but neither of you wants to lower the passion surging between you. He is so close, but he is determined to let you come first.

He knows exactly how to send you over the edge. He moves his hand from your neck and down your body. He ends the kiss and press his forehead to yours. Your eyes are closed, but you know where his hand is heading. Your whole body is burning and trembling.

His hand slides in between you and rubs circles around your clit. Your pelvic floor tightens and your legs begins to quiver. Your hands at the back of his neck trembles and you gasp for air. He flicks his thumb across your nub, pushing you over the edge you have been dancing along. You snap your head back as you cry out in pleasure and your whole body shakes. It is set ablaze and your toes curl. Your juices run down his still moving cock and down your leg.

His fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh as he continues to fuck you. Your walls tighten around him and he growls through each push until his cum paints your walls. It mixes with your own juices as it flows down your inner thigh and dripping down on the floor. He thrusts two-three more times, making sure to empty himself completely within you.

He stills and pants, leaning his head on your shoulder. His legs are trembling as well and he swallows thickly. He carefully pulls out of you with a groan, spilling the remaining of your juices onto the floor and tucks himself back into his boxers. He places your leg down and straighten his back, looking down on you through heavy eyelids.

You look up at him as you struggle to stand properly. You lean all your weight onto the countertop as you feel the warmth of his cum run down your skin. You are both soaked in sweat as you try to catch your breath.

The alarm on the oven beeps, alerting you the brownies are done. You both chuckle and you tilt your head back to breathe in. He bends forward and kiss your throat. “I imagined squeezing it earlier.” He whispers against your skin. His hands grab your shirt and readjusts it so it covers your breasts. He takes a step back and admire you before walking over to the oven.

You look over at him as he takes the brownies out. “I think I’d like that.” You confess. “Next time… do it.”

He looks at you with a raised eyebrow before smirking. He saunters over to you and catches your chin between his thumb and index finger. “How about round two?” He licks his lips and his thumb tugs at your lower lip.

“Yes please.”

A smirk paints his lips before he dips his head down and claim your lips once more.

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kimistorm · 3 years

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[Lee Minho] Cats are the Worst

Fandom: Stray Kids

Pairing: Lee Know/Lee Minho x GN! reader

Requested by: AvatarKyarra

Prompts: 6) “That wasn’t supposed to happen” and 9) “Don’t freak out”

Word count: 1.7k

TW: Mentions of food

AN: Lol <1k was a bit of a lie apparently. Anywho, thank you for the request! Sorry if the writing feels a little clunky/repetitive TwT BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, Hyunjin is back!!

“I don’t know, do you think he’ll like it?” you asked your phone that was on speakerphone as you scrolled through the list of recipes on your screen.

You heard an exasperated sigh from the other end of the line, “of course he’s going to love it. You’re his significant other.”

“Yeah, but he’s not that fond of sweets,” you bit your lip and ran a hand through your hair in frustration.

Han let out another groan from your hesitance, at this point, he was probably more frustrated than you, “have you seen him with Felix makes brownies?”

“Okay, but Felix’s brownies can make anyone melt.” You bit back in response as you thought to the cheery blond’s sweets. They always made you feel better, even after a rough day.

“He’s going to love anything you make him,” Han told you with finality, though this would be the fifth time he’s told you this. “But the more time you waste doing this the less time you have to make it.”

You snorted, knowing Han also had streaks of indecisiveness, “when did you become decisive?”

“Since you spent nearly an hour going in circles with me.” You let out a yelp of surprise, not realizing how much time had already passed. “Just make cookies! They’re going to be faster than a cake.” Your black-haired friend quickly told you, hoping to take this opportunity to give you a decision.

“Okay, okay, thank you!” you hurriedly clicked on the recipe with the highest rating and number of reviews.

“It’ll be amazing!” Han rushed to tell you as you fumbled with your phone to hang up.

“Thanks Han! If we have any extra I’ll bring you some!”

“Go, go go!” Han cheered before hanging up. With a determined nod, you ran around your shared kitchen for the ingredients. You frowned when you couldn’t find any more chocolate chips, Minho must’ve eaten them because you could’ve sworn you had some last week. It looks like you’ll have to change your plan and make sugar cookies. You found a simple recipe that allowed for decorating and decided that you’d decorate them. That’d be a cute gesture, right?

With clumsy precision, you measured out the ingredients and mixed them together to form the dough. You frowned as the recipe called to chill the dough for a couple of hours. You weren’t going to have time for that, so you’d have to skip that step and hope things still turned out all right. With the use of a couple of spoons and a butterknife, you were able to scoop out some relatively flat cookies onto the baking tray and pop them into the oven. It was a shame you couldn’t find the cat-shaped cookie cutters that you thought Felix gave you for Christmas, but they were very lost. Now that you think about it, you weren’t sure if you saw them since the day he gave them to you.

It was with a sinking heart when you realized you would have to wait for the cookies to cool before you could ice them. “It’ll be okay, right?” you worriedly mumbled as you glanced at your phone to see how much longer you had until Minho came home and the timer telling you that it would be close. Letting out a somewhat panicked but quiet, “aaaaaa,” you set to cleaning up the bowls and utensils you had used to make the dough. In no time they were on the drying rack and you grabbed a smaller bowl to make the icing.

You fished through to the back of your pantry for the somewhat old bag of powdered sugar that you used to decorate pancakes with and then never used again. You were glad to see it was still powdery and usable. You were measuring out the powder for the icing when a light body made its way to your side.

“Hey Doongie,” you cooed as you pet the cat who leaped onto the counter for some affection. “We’re going to make your dad cookies, what do you think?” dark eyes blinked at you lazily. “Ah, maybe that’s what I get for trying to talk to cats.” You sniggered when you got no response. You turned around to check the next steps of the recipe, but quickly spun around in fear when you heard the hollow ‘thunk’ of something plastic falling to the ground and an indignant ‘meow.’

“Oh no!” you panicked when you saw Doongie sitting cleanly on the counter where you left the white cat, but there was no bowl of powdered sugar. That was spilled on the ground. “Why’d you do that?” you wailed at the cat who you swore was smirking at you. You grew even more scared when you saw the disturbed flour on the ground. It was thrown all over the place and you saw pawprints leading out from the mess. “You didn’t!” you scolded as you followed the trail of white pawprints, already fearing for the mess that was being tracked all over your apartment.

Thanks to the visible trail, you were able to find the victim hidden in one of the cat houses perched on a scratching post. “You wanna come out?” you cooed to the cat enshrouded in darkness. You needed to see the damage that was done. Two eyes seemed to stare back at you from the darkness, blinking only once. You let out a sigh before returning to the kitchen to grab a cat treat. Doongie meowed pleadingly with you, going as far as to put a paw on your arm when you fished out a treat, “no.” You told the cat sassily, “you’ve caused enough trouble.” You swore Doongie rolled their eyes at you as you walked away.

“Come on out,” you gently cooed as you waved the treat in front of the opening to the cat housing. There was a moment of silence, and then a head popped out. You quickly moved your hand away so the cat would have to reach, and gasped when you saw the white cat who emerged. “Oh no Dori!” the normally striped gray cat was almost completely coated in powdered sugar. “On second thought,” you put the treat back into the housing, “you can stay in there.” You were not looking forward to washing the dark cat.

You left the cat to the darkness of the cat house and the treat before returning to the kitchen, letting out another wail when you saw Doongie playing around in the pile of sugar. “No! Bad cat!” you weren’t keen on another set of sugar tracks around the apartment so you slowly came closer to pick up Doongie. The white cat froze and stared at you, nimbly jumping out of the way when you lunged forward to pick them up. “No! Come back here!” you raced around the apartment chasing the white cat.

After a few seconds of chasing them, you decided to give up, hoping Doongie would calm down and sit instead of running around the entire apartment to cause an even bigger mess. You quickly closed the door to the bathroom where the cat was currently taking refuge and closed all the doors to the rooms. Hopefully this would keep the damage contained. With a sigh you set to cleaning up the powdered sugar that had splattered to the ground and somehow onto the cabinet right next to it.

You heard the deadbolt click and your heart sank as the door opened to reveal Minho, “hey,” while you were sad your cookies weren’t ready in time, seeing him always put a smile on your face and you got up from the ground to greet him, “you’re home early.”

“They let me leave earlier,” he smiled as the two of you quickly kissed. There was a meow and he looked down in confusion at the half-white half-gray Dori.

“Dori?” he kneeled down and rubbed the cat lovingly, “what happened?” he asked as he turned his attention to you.

“Don’t freak out.”

His dark eyes widened, “that’s not reassuring at all.”

“I was trying to bake you cookies, and then Doongie knocked the sugar bowl onto Dori.” Minho let out a quiet yelp and began inspecting Dori for any wounds. “Sorry.” You muttered shamefully, you were just trying to celebrate.

“Don’t worry about it,” Minho smiled as he pulled you into a hug, “that’s so sweet you tried to make something for me.”

“I guess I made something.” You muttered bitterly into his shirt, “a mess.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” he told you gently, “they’re self-cleaning,” he gestured toward Dori, “it’ll be fine. Probably.” You giggled at his last comment, relieved to find he wasn’t mad. He was an angel, if your positions were switched, you definitely wouldn’t be as cool-headed as he was right now. “Is something burning?” Minho asked after a moment and you let out a scream, running over to the oven and completely deflating when you saw the blackened cookies.

Minho aided you in opening the window and airing out the open oven so the fire alarm wouldn’t go off, “that wasn’t supposed to happen.” You mumbled sullenly as you took out the cookie sheet and cautiously broke one of them, causing it to completely shatter and reveal how deep the black reached. “I kind of don’t want to scrape off the burnt parts to get to the good stuff.

Minho peered over your shoulder and popped one of the broken pieces into his mouth. His eyes watered at the hot treat and he frantically waved a hand over his open mouth to try and cool it down. “Yeah, it’s kind of bad.” He answered honestly as he engulfed you in a back hug, “and it burned half of my taste buds before I even tasted it.” You deflated at his blunt comment, “don’t worry! Let’s go buy some cookies at the bakery down the street!”

“But I wanted to make you something to celebrate,” you pouted, looking sadly at the blackened sweets.

“Just being with you is enough,” he smiled into your neck.

You hummed and leaned into his touch, “you’re too nice.”

“Come on,” he gently tugged at you, “let’s clean up the cats and get some cookies.”

“I love you,” you told him softly as you gave him a kiss.

“Love you too.”

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themadlostgirl · 3 years

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When It’s Cold (2)

*Horny teens are horny. Mild smut mentions ahead.*

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I laid in bed watching the lightning flash outside my windows as thunder shook the room and rain poured down. As a child a storm like this would have had me hiding under my covers. Tonight though I watched the storm, every inch of my body on alert with every crack of lightning and thunder. The doors to my room burst open with a roll of thunder. A shadowed figured stood in the hallway. My heart hammered fast as I tried to see through the darkness at my intruder. A flash of lightning illuminated the once dark room and I recognized the jagged line down my visitor’s face.

“Felix?” I sat up straighter. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to make sure you weren’t scared.” He prowled closer, a wicked grin on his face as he got to the foot of my bed. “You always were so scared of storms.”

“I was…” I murmured. He was dressed only in a pair of pants. That same chiseled torso I had gawked at earlier on full display.

He crawled onto the bed until he was hovering over me. “Do you want me to stay?” His voice purred in my ear, “I can keep you warm if it gets cold.”

“Yes please,” I let the robe around me fall from my shoulders leaving me exposed. “Keep me warm, Felix.”

“Gladly.” He swooped down upon me.

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I woke with a start. My body was wound up tight and I was tangled in the blankets on my bed. I gazed around me confused before the previous day’s events caught up to me. It felt like a dream that Felix and I had found this mansion last night.

Felix…

The real dream came back to me with stark detail. What had that been all about? I’ve never had a dream like that before. I never have dreams in the first place. Even when I do they’re nothing like that and most certainly do not feature Felix. Yet he had been the epicenter.

Half naked with a devilish grin looking down at my own nude body. I had wanted him to--to--

I buried my face in my pillow. This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t gone to his room last night and saw him coming out of the bathroom. Why did I have to see that? Now I was having borderline erotic dreams about him. Oh screw borderline! I knew exactly what I had been hoping to happen and the aching between my legs only solidified it.

It’s not like I never found Felix ugly or anything. He was pleasant to look at. I dare say at times he was handsome but I never dwelled on it. Maybe a stray intrusive thought or two but they never went so far as my dream had. I couldn’t stop picturing it. Felix and I in bed, his large hands on my body, his lips caressing my skin…

I pressed my legs together as the image took root in my head. Maybe I deserve to indulge a little. For right now there is nothing to worry about. Besides, it’s not like Felix will ever know. My hand dipped between my legs as I let myself fall back into the dream. My body was extra sensitive since I hadn’t been able to indulge in this particular past time since Neverland. Not that I got to do it a whole lot there either. I swear there is absolutely no privacy on that island.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

And none here either it seems.

With a small whine I swung out of bed and pulled my robe in tight. I opened the door and Felix was waiting on the other side already dressed. Could it be considered poetic irony that the boy I had just a moment ago been masturbating to interrupted said masturbation?

“Did you just wake up?” Felix looked me up and down.

“Kinda. I figured I was allowed to sleep in. What do you want?” I stepped back and started collecting my clothes from the floor.

“Get dressed. I discovered something you’re gonna wanna see.”

“Can’t you just tell me?”

“No. Now hurry up.” He closed the door and left.

With a sigh a pulled my clothes back on and followed Felix up a set of stairs to a hallway that led to a dead end. “This is what you wanted to show me? A wall with a picture on it?”

“Watch this,” He pulled the light fixture next to the painting and suddenly the wall came loose and rotated opening up a passageway into a whole new room.

“This place has secret rooms now. Very cool.” I stepped inside. “A library?” I looked at the books but there were no names on the spines. I pulled one off and flipped through it but all the pages were blank. “I will say I wasn’t expecting this.”

“Oh but it gets better.” Felix went over to the desk at the end of the room and pulled open the drawer. There was a button inside. He pressed it and a section of the floor popped up. I knelt down and opened the hatch and my eyes went wide. It was a safe!

I turned the latch and nearly cried at what I saw. Money. Just stacks and stacks of money! One less thing to worry about. We wouldn’t need to scrape by or get jobs. This safe could keep us comfortable for months! Years even!

“How did you find this?” I asked Felix.

“I like puzzles and I like to snoop.” He grinned pulling out a stack of hundreds. The band around it said ten thousand. Ten thousand dollars and there were easily a hundred or more just like it from what I could tell from the naked eye. We have someplace warm to sleep and we have money for food.

I started sniffling and I could sense Felix watching me befuddled. “Sorry, I just--” I took a deep breath and wiped the tears from my eyes, “We’re going to survive the winter. We don’t have to be hungry or cold again.”

“I know,” Felix pulled a few hundreds from the stack and dropped the rest back in the safe. “Now how about we go do that grocery shopping you were so insistent on?”

“Yes!” I hopped to my feet. We put everything back in place and left the room. I found a pad of paper and started making a list of everything we would need. Unlike Felix who had spent so much time on Neverland that he couldn’t remember who he had been before being a Lost Boy , I did remember who I was. I remembered the responsibilities I had before Neverland. What was needed when I was made to go to market. The grocery store wasn’t like the open air markets I was used to but it was still the same general concept.

Felix and I got weird looks as we entered the store and I took one of the trollies. My first stop was to grab some toiletries. Toilet paper, shampoo, body wash, loofah, deodorant, toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss, and even a set of razors in case Felix wanted to shave. Next we grabbed laundry detergent, dish soap, paper towels, spray cleaner, trash bags, aluminum, and hangers. We would need to go to a different store for clothes. Lastly, food. Now, being the designated responsible person out of the two of us I know we couldn’t just indulge in the sweets and other delicious yet not necessarily healthy food for us.

I sped up and down the aisles with Felix trailing after me as I dumped stuff into the trolley. Chicken, beef, bacon, vegetables, fruits, a ten pound bag of potatoes, bread, milk, two dozen eggs, pasta, rice, butter, flour, sugar, brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda, vanilla, yeast (it’s been forever since I baked anything but I figured I could give it a try), orange juice, apple juice, cheese, canola oil, olive oil, and spices. Then came on the things I knew less about, peanut butter, chocolate chips, gummy candies, dressings, chips, ice cream, instant brownie mix, pizza rolls (they sounded good), cans of soup, yogurt, pancake/waffle mix, whipped cream, cereal, granola bars, pretzels, and tea bags.

Our trolley was overflowing with items as we wheeled our way over to the register. The man bagging our items looked at us strangely as we started unloading our groceries onto the counter. Several minutes and a trolley full of groceries later we were given our grand total. I was scared that we wouldn’t have enough but thankfully we did. We left the store and looked at our haul.

“Hey, Felix,” I paused as we were halfway through the parking lot, “How are we gonna get all this back to the mansion?”

“We steal the cart.” He said it like it was obvious. “Who is gonna stop us?”

“True.” We started out trip back to the mansion and pushed the trolley into the house. We spent the next several minute cramming things into cabinets and the icebox. I pushed the trolley back outside and went to put my toiletries away while Felix took the laundry items down to the basement. I would also need to learn how to use the electronic washers they had here if I wanted clean clothes.

Speaking of clean clothes, “Felix!” I shouted down the steps, “We’re not done yet today. We need to go clothes shopping.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t bring any extra sets of clothes with me when we left Neverland and I’m sick of wearing these dirty rags. Now get a move on!”

Felix came upstairs with a scowl. “Don’t pout. Even if we kept these clothes clean they stand out too much. I think it’s part of the reason everyone glares at us. We’ll arise less suspicion if we blend in. Especially since our mission is to find a way out of here and back to Neverland.”

“Fine.” Felix grumbled. He counted the remaining money in his pocket. “Let me grab a few more bills from the library just to be safe.”

My stomach grumbled and I decided to grab a granola bar to settle my stomach while I waited for Felix. This house was so strange. They didn’t have any dish soap but they had pots and pans. No shampoo but they had combs. Not a lick of food but a cabinet dedicated to what looked like a very fragile table set.

Felix came back a few hundred dollars richer and we made our way back into town for the second time that day. The clothes store was emptier than the grocery store which put me more at ease. Felix and I went our separate ways as I perused around the racks and racks of clothing. I grabbed a few shirts, pajamas, sweatshirts, sweat pants, underwear, socks, gloves, a scarf, hat, a thick jacket, a new pair of boots, and a large messenger bag. When I went to try on some pants though I was thoroughly disappointed. They fit fine but the pockets on them were tiny! I could barely get my hand in them. Was this what pants were like here? Why?!

I went over to the men’s section and found Felix also trying on some new clothes. It was a simple black t-shirt and a pair of dark denim jeans but it looked really good on him. He almost looked less foreboding. Maybe that was just due to the fact that he didn’t have his cloak hood up like usual.

“You look mad,” Felix chuckled upon seeing me stomp up to him.

“I am! Look at this.” I squeezed a few of my fingers into my jeans pocket. “These pants have absolutely no room! Are yours like this as well?”

“Mine?” he stuck his entire hand in his pocket up to the middle of his forearm. “Nope.”

“What the hell?” I stuck my hand in his other pocket. These were so much roomier than mine! “Why are these better than the ones in my section?”

“I don’t know,” Felix pulled my hand out of his pocket, his face was red with anger again and he wouldn’t look me in the eye, “You can stop invading my personal space though.”

“Oops, sorry.” I snatched my hand back to my chest. What had I been thinking? I essentially stuck my hand down his pants and for what? Because I was jealous of the size of his pockets? I grabbed a few pants from his section that looked to be my size and raced back to the dressing rooms in my section. These fit just as well as the ones I was wearing now but the pockets were much roomier so I chucked the others away and got the men’s pants.

Felix met me at the registers when he was done browsing. He still wasn’t looking at me. I think I made things between us really uncomfortable. We paid for the clothes but had no trolley this time so had to carry everything in large bags back to the mansion. After we got back Felix disappeared into his room. I changed into a pair of the comfy new clothes I bought and went downstairs to make myself something to eat.

I heated a can of soup up and sat down to eat. I wasn’t in the mood to be so adventurous as to make a full blown meal. Now that we had all the essentials Felix and I could start our search for a way back to Neverland in earnest.

I didn’t see Felix for the rest of the night. Figures he wouldn’t want to be around me after we spent all day together. I drew myself another hot bath and this time was able to actually wash myself with the soap and shampoo we had bought. I felt truly clean for the first time in a long time as I slid on the pajamas I bought and crawled back into bed.

Rain pattered outside and I was reminded of my dream from this morning. A part of me dreading and hoping that I would have another just like it.

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Fucking hell! You were killing him! You had to be trying to kill him! That’s what Felix concluded as he locked himself in the master bedroom of the mansion.

Ever since Felix had let himself be talked into going to Storybrooke with you he had been forced by your side. You were the only Lost One in Storybrooke still loyal to Pan when all the others had run off to find families for themselves. He told himself he was tagging along instead of staying in Neverland to enact revenge on those that murdered Pan but that was only half of the story.

He should have never followed you though. Revenge aside. It hadn’t worked out anyway. Even after he learned that Pan was still alive, albeit in someone else’s body, it wasn’t enough. Pan died anyway before he got to enact the curse that would have turned this worthless town into a new Neverland. Now everyone was happy and safe and you and Felix were both very much stranded.

Finding this mansion had been a sweet turn of luck. He knew you were right when you mentioned needing a better place to stay over winter. Felix didn’t like the cold either but he could tolerate it better than you. Every night since you two got here you would shiver the night away at your camp. The night before it had been so cold that even Felix was cursing the wind. While he shivered though he glanced across the fire pit at you. You were huddled in so tight to yourself. Teeth chattering and body convulsing.

He was glad that you didn’t make any mention of him giving you his cloak as an extra form of warmth that night. He didn’t want to try explaining why he had done it. Terrible complicated feelings that he refused to acknowledge. He pushed them down hard, stomped them into dust so they could never rear their ugly head again.

Then he had gotten out of the bath. Truly clean for the first time in years he had left the bathroom and all those complicated feelings from before shot to the surface at the scene laid out before him. You knelt on the ground with only a towel barely covering you. Your wet hair leaving drops of water rolling down your shoulders and back.

His jaw clenched and he fumbled to maintain some composure as you explained what you were doing practically naked in his room. He had found the robe in the master bathroom and was planning on wearing it to bed himself but when he caught sight of you he was only too happy to chuck it into your arms. He needed you to cover up. He needed you clothed and out of his room that instant!

He was far from relaxed after you had left that night. The sight of you knelt over, the towel just barely covering your ass was burned into his brain. He ignored the stirring under his towel and dove into the large bed. He tossed and turned most of the night trying to rid the image and the thoughts he was having. His mind betrayed him though as it brought him much more vivid fantasies of you on his bed wearing nothing at all and beckoning him to take you.

He woke soon after breathing hard and his hand around his cock. Felix cursed the fact that he had a lewd dream about you of all people. He tried to ignore the images flashing in his head but when he closed his eyes there you were on all fours again with a teasing smile. He jumped into the bathroom and turned on the shower hoping a cold jolt would snap him back to sense but then he was thinking of you in this shower with him. Water rolling down your body, that same teasing smile and sultry voice begging him to take you against the wall.

For a few minutes he swallowed his embarrassment and let the fantasy play out fucking into his fist and pretending it was you squeezing around him instead. He thought of your moans and whimpers egging him on. Begging him to be harder, faster, rougher. He bit his lip to keep from shouting as he finally spent himself and started coming down from his high.

He felt more relaxed afterwards but the release of tension didn’t make him feel better knowing he had masturbated to you. You were his...friend? You two had never been friends before coming to Storybrooke and he doubted that you two were that now. Whatever you were to him he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. You both wanted to get back to Neverland and having obscene fantasies of you was not the way to go about that.

It was still fairly early but he was too wound up to go back to bed. So he got dressed and went exploring throughout the mansion. That’s how he had found the secret library full of blank books and that secret vault under the floorboards. He put everything back in place before racing to wake you up and show you. He had almost forgotten about his dream until you opened the door and he was met with your sleepy face and bedhead. Had you always been this attractive or was it just the layers of dirt that had gotten washed away last night that made you much more appealing to him suddenly? He decided not to dwell on why he was having these thoughts and instead took you down to see the stash of money he had found.

You were so giddy at the knowledge that you could actually have a roof over your head and food in your belly that he found himself smiling too. Your smile was so infectious. He let you take the lead when you went shopping. He didn’t recognize half the stuff he saw in that store but trusted your judgement when you dropped something in the cart.

Then there was when you went to go clothes shopping. Felix wouldn’t admit that he was getting a little worn out of his Neverland attire. It was functional but that was all he could say about it. The smell of it after he had gotten out of the bath the night before almost made him gag. Perhaps this was the reason no one wanted you or him around. You both reeked of years of living in a jungle.

You two were on totally opposite ends of the clothing store so Felix thought he was safe until you came charging into his dressing room ranting about the tiny pockets on your pants. The tight fitted pants that hugged your legs and ass perfectly. Then when you unceremoniously stuffed your hand down his pocket to see how deep they were it took all his self control and thoughts of rotting animal carcasses to not pop an erection right there in the store.

You were trying to make him burst a blood vessel and you didn’t even seem to notice! Which is why he was back in his room sitting on his bed hungry and horny. He was waiting until after he was sure you had gone to bed to get some food. He really didn’t want to chance running into you again and risk those impure thoughts bubbling to the surface once more.

Hopefully today had just been a spoof and tomorrow all these strange new thoughts and feelings would be gone. You two had a mission after all. Get back to Neverland. Lust wasn’t going to help that mission.

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