The past couple of days have been rough to Mùchén. Stress from school, pressure from parents and the heightened bullying made it hard for him to even get out of bed. Much less take care of himself.
He knew he stunk, the kids in his class made sure he knew, but he still didn't expect the offer you made.
Now he sat in his bathtub, crossing his legs and keeping himself decent even if it was hard to see through the murky and sudsy water. Mùchén chewed onto the inside of his mouth, heart racing and face flushing as your fingers began to shampoo his hair.
"You don't have to do it..." He mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.
"I know." You replied with a soft, yet confident voice. God how he loved how gentle yet assured you were. "I want to do this. I know that it's not always easy for you, so I want to make your life a bit easier."
What he wouldn't do to marry you...
"...Maybe one day I'll get to do it too..." Mùchén mumbled under his breath.
"Did you say something?"
"N-Nothing!"
As the emo boy looked down into the water, he missed the amused smirk you were fighting back. You wouldn't mind that at all.
Summary; What better way is there to usher in the new season than with a batch of pies? Unfortunately, Tony is feeling playful and wants to learn a couple things. Hopefully the kitchen doesn’t catch on fire...
A/N; More Fall fluff. :)
Warnings; Language, cuteness.
Words; 1,175
Fluffy Fall Masterlist
The smell of nutmeg, pumpkin spice, cinnamon, and cloves fills the kitchen as I finish latticing the top of the apple pie before tucking it into the oven and setting the timer. Patting some flour and dough off my hands and onto a dishrag, I survey the disaster zone I’ve made of the kitchen. I decide the pumpkin pie can wait a little and go to work cleaning up what can be cleaned. Pots, cutting boards, measuring cups, and mixing bowls are soon stacked beside the sink as I get to work. My hands are wrinkled and covered in soap when I suddenly feel strong arms wrapping around my waist. Laughter spills from my throat immediately when I feel scruff tickle my ear and a little kiss being pressed to the shell.
“It smells fantastic in here. This is the olfactory personification of Fall.” Another laugh tumbles off my lips only to be absorbed by Tony’s as I turn to face his head on my shoulder.
“Thank you. Not quite done yet, but you’re smelling the apple pie. Still have the pumpkin to go.” I tell him and continue scrubbing out the last mixing bowl despite the distraction Tony supplies.
“Mm. That explains how you taste like apples.” He whispers and lets his teeth trace the shell of my ear, sending shivers up and down my back. My head unconsciously leans opposite his to give his lips more access and the bowl drops into the suds when he nips at my neck.
“Tony.” I warn and bite my lip while my eyes flutter closed. He hums against my skin and leans his body against mine so I’m trapped between him and the sink. Soap and water drips onto Tony’s hand and the floor as I grab onto him while he continues his cruel teasing. “Tony, I can’t…I’ve got…I’ve…” My thoughts are hard to corral since the mere presence of him sends them spiraling like dandelion seeds, but I finally manage to get out a sentence. “Got to make pumpkin pie.” I force out, swallowing under Tony’s mouth. He pauses and reluctantly takes a step back. Sighing to release some tension, I rinse the bowl and put it on the drying rack before turning to a smiling Tony.
“Teach me?” He asks cutely, amber eyes reflecting the Fall smell in the kitchen. My eyebrows pop up as I walk back to the counter that has the recipes lain over its surface.
“You want me to teach you how to make pumpkin pie?” I repeat, surprised. Tony shrugs while I grab a bowl and whisk.
“Sure. I don’t know how. Cooking doesn’t really matter when you have a black card in your pocket.” He jokes and leans against the counter, tugging playfully on the drawstrings of my sweatpants. I pass him a pie plate, spray, and the premade crust.
“Okay. Spray the pan really well, then fit the crust to it.” I figure we’ll start with an easy job. As smart as Tony is, I don’t think I’ve seen him make more than coffee and toast in all the time we’ve been together. My attention turns back to the recipe as I start adding ingredients to mix together. While I’m adding a little extra cinnamon, I glance over at Tony and press my lips together to keep in my laugh. “What’re you doin, hon?” I ask and set down the bowl to look closer at what he’s doing.
“The edges are usually fancy, right? I just can’t figure out how to get the little peaks.” He huffs in frustration. I look down at the smashed edges and swallow my laughter.
“Here, I’ll show you.” My fingers gently pry up the crust and start just pinching the edges. “You’ve got to pinch, not smash. Alright?” My eyes find his and see he’s watching my hands with rapt attention.
“Right, right.” He nods and takes the place of my hands on the dough. While he does his best, he’s just moving too fast and not making the peaks the same size. This time I let myself giggle before waving his hands away.
“Honey, no. Give me your hands.” I duck under his arm so I’m once again between him and the counter. My hands lay over his and I feel his scruff brush against my cheek as he watches my every move. “You’ve got to be tender because the more you work the dough, the more fragile it gets.” I tell him and fold all but two of his fingers into his palm. Carefully, I guide his fingers over the dough until each and every peak is the same size. “There.” We finish and I peck his cheek happily. His hands flip and fold my arms to my chest as our fingers intertwine.
“I like it when you show me what to do, sweetheart.” He whispers and a smile tugs at my lips at the comment.
“Pie. Finish. Come on.” I slip out of his embrace and step back to my bowl. “Here. You stir while I add ingredients.” Happy he knows how to do this, Tony steps to the bowl and happily stirs the pumpkin filling until everything is mixed together.
“Into the crust?” He asks and I nod, taking the whisk and putting a spatula in his hand instead. I lick it clean as Tony turns the whole of his focus to pouring every bit of filling into the crust and making it even. Once he’s finished he looks at me with a raised eyebrow and hopeful eyes.
“Perfect. Into the oven with the apple. It doesn’t take as long to bake, so this is perfect.” I put the whisk in the sink and open the oven for him. Carefully, he slides it in and I shut the oven quickly. Tony turns on the oven light to bend down and look at it as I giggle. “Needs time to cook, Tony.” I tell him and wash my hands before tossing the towel at his head. Bullseye. It waves from its place on his head before he snags it off and looks up at me with mischief glinting in those gold pools.
“How much time, would you say?” He asks and stands up, walking over to me and wrapping the strings of my sweatpants around his flour smudged fingers. An easy smile makes its way onto my lips as I back into the counter and inch my hands up his chest.
“Thirty. Now what trouble could we possibly cause in just thirty minutes?” I ask teasingly as Tony’s fingers dip under the waistband of my pants to let his knuckles skim the edge of my underwear. He plants a kiss on the corner of my mouth and smiles.
“I can think of a couple things.” He murmurs and slips his fingers under my underwear. Smiling against his lips, we descend to the floor.
Suffice it to say the pies had a captive audience for a little over their proper cooking time. God, I love Fall.
The sun waved goodbye as it hid behind the faraway hills. Circe sat close to you, pinky wrapped around yours to reassure himself that you were still there.
"Bed?" He asked. The harpy had started actually picking up on some English words.
"Soon, yes." You nodded, smiling softly at the happy Raven Harpy. His feathers puffed up out of joy before smoothing back down as he looked back out the window.
As the sky turned from orange to purple to finally a beautiful dark blue, the harpy became more and more excited. Ready to head back into his nest. Sure, he knew he could go any time, but it was different when it was bedtime!
"Bed. Dark now." Circe urged, gently pulling at your sleeve.
"Alright, let's go." You relented, sighing playfully.
The raven didn't say anything, oblivious as always, and pulled you towards your shared bedroom. Inside, his nest was attached to your bed. Not literally, but practically. Blankets upon blankets shaped a circle, with pillows helping it keep its shape. It was the most comfortable nest Circe had ever built!
It didn't take long before you were pulled into the nest for your shared hour of winding down. Circe loved it. He didn't do anything; he could just share a private moment with you. No interruptions or need to get out. You sat down in the nest, back leaning against the side of your bed, while the harpy took his place beside you. His head rested on your stomach as his arms played with your pyjamas.
You busied yourself with your favourite hobby, growing oblivious to the sleepy harpy. Circe fought to keep his eyes open, to spend more time with you, but sleep was calling like a siren. So, even with his fight, his eyes closed and body grew limp. It took almost half an hour before you realised what had happened.
You smiled to yourself, gently putting your hobby to the side. Your fingers ran through his black feathers. The calming rhythm of his breathing and the quietness of the night not long after called you to join Circe in the dream world.
Ruka (traditional yandere) x male reader and Rowan (knight yandere) x male reader
Ruka smiled lazily as they scooted closer towards you. You had finally gotten ready for bed and they were ready to cuddle.
Their arms are wrapped around your waist, Ruka's front pressing against your back. Their lips pressed against the fabric of your shirt as they press as close as they could get.
"Goodnight, darling." They whispered, watching as your eyes fluttered closed and lips mumbled a lazy goodnight back. Ruka didn't mind it. You were so tired from today. They were shocked you hadn't dropped to the floor as soon as you stepped foot into your home.
The raven-haired yandere lover stayed still, just feeling your chest rise and fall and adored your peaceful face. They lifted their hand and smiled as the moonlight bounced off their ring. That same ring you bought them because they once said they loved jewellery, the same one that pushed them to seek your love more outwardly.
They shouldn't be surprised you were the one who started it. You were the catalyst to their happily ever after, after all.
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Rowan fidgeting with his rough, calassed fingers as his puppy-like eyes followed you. You had finally asked him to join you in bed. Not in that way! Just sleeping. Yet, god... It felt far more intimate than being inside someone.
"I am completely okay sleeping in my own bed." He spoke up, voice not hiding his nerves.
"I know, I want you here." You assured as you finish buttoning your sleep trousers and got into the warm bed. Immediately, cuddling closer.
Rowan stiffed for a moment, hearing his heart in his ears. Slowly, but surely, you softened him up. His strongman body relaxed as the light dimmed into nothing and your body slotted against his like a perfect puzzle piece. His arms, shakier than they've ever been, wrapped around you. Holding you securely so you couldn't roll off the edge.
"He's mine..." The forbidden part of him mind whispered. "All mine."
Rowan wanted to quell the those horrid thoughts, but perhaps it was the way you put your whole trust into him or the tiredness that had been haunting him that day—whatever it mat be—the knight allowed himself to indulge in the day dreams. Just you and him, maybe some animals and/or kids running around the cabin. You both stay home, only going out to sell your produce and buy whatever is needed, but other than that you stay in the safety of your home. The you both created.
"Mine." It whispered again, a statement this time.
"You're safe with me, my love..." He whispered into your sleeping ear. "I'll protect you...no matter what."
As you sat on your bed, covers drawn tightly around you to keep away the coldness of Autumn, you wondered where your girlfriend was. She said she was going to get some drinks for both of you, yet she's still not back.
As you were close to finishing gathering the courage to step out into the cold, Marylin walked in holding her massive water bottle in one hand and your favourite drink in the other. However, that wasn't what caught your eye. It was your sweater that was swallowing her up.
"Sweetheart! I'm so glad you kept the bed warm for us." She giggled, quite joining you under the covers after placing the drinks on your nightstand.
"Yeah, no problem." You answered, eyes still not leaving the sweater. You tried to stay calm, but you couldn't help the smile that started to form.
Marylin raised an eyebrow as she cuddled closer, smiling in amusement because of your smile.
"What is it?"
"Nothing, nothing!"
"Don't lie, baby~!" She giggled, running her fingers through your hair. Her doe eyes shining with affection.
"it's just... you're wearing my sweater..." You mumbled as your arms snaked around her, pulling Marylin ever closer. Feeling the familiar fabric under your fingers.
The blonde blushed, looking away shyly before glancing back at you.
"Do you...like it when I wear them?"
"Like it?" You questioned, lips inching closer to hers. "I love it, baby..."
Your lips met softly. So different from the ones the public saw. Not chaste, but gentle and loving. Long, but not deep. Just enjoying each others presence and lips.
Yes, sometimes Marylin could be a bit much, but it was okay. Because she was your beautiful girlfriend who loved you dearly.
Marylin's body relaxed as the feel of your hands moving through her hair calms her mind. It's been about three hours of you two doing her hair. Well, more you doing her hair and her providing said hair.
It's also been three hours of her non-stop talking.
"-So I said, "Knowing you, you probably didn't listen to her", for your knowledge, she didn't, so. Anyway-"
How she had more to say, you would never understand.
"Hey, baby." You called out, making her look up.
"Yes-" You interrupted her as your lips met hers in a soft kiss.
Marylin leaned into it eagerly. Smiling into the kiss. Her soft lips feeling like silk pillows against yours. The subtle taste of honey making it seem like a familiar dream.
As you pulled away, your girlfriend giggled. Her flushed cheeks puffing up cutely.
"You're adorable, baby~!" She cooed, looking up at you with adoration and love in her eyes. "Such a romantic too!"
"As if you'd settle for less." You teaded, poking her cheek before going back to styling her hair.
"True." She conceded, but smile and blush didn't fade. "And it's not like you need to try to be what I love either."
"Fair point." You smiled as you brushed her hair out of her face, planting yet another kiss, this time on the top of her head.
