Written for @strangersangel9’s JDM Birthday Celebration! It’s Negan’s
birthday and you have baked him a batch of cupcakes complete with
black-as-ink icing! When he takes you (and a cupcake) back to his
bedroom, things get sweet and messy!
“Fuck, honey. What is this?”
Negan entered the kitchen of the Sanctuary just as you put the
finishing touch of black icing on his birthday cupcakes. It took just
about every drop of food coloring that you could scrounge up from the
pantry, but you knew he would appreciate the color scheme.
“Happy Birthday, Negan. I really hope you like them.”
glimmer of sweetness flashed over his face as he made fleeting eye
contact with you. It wasn’t like him to look away. He was more the type
to invade your personal space and stare you down while he grilled you
about one thing or another. But this gesture had him flattered yet
uncomfortable. You wondered why.
You crossed to the other side of
the counter and wrapped your arms around his waist, on top of his gray
T-shirt but underneath his leather jacket. He felt warm and you snuggled
into his coziness. “What’s the matter, Negan?”
He cleared his throat, plastered a big smile on his face, and grabbed
one of your yummy treats. “These look goddamn delicious!” He took a
giant bite, nearly half the cupcake in one gobble, and came away from it
with black frosting and pink cake crumbs all over his stubble.
laughed at him and he laughed with you. He let you take a damp kitchen
towel and wipe his face, and you followed that with a trail of soft
kisses down the deep dimple on his cheek. He followed suit, trailing
passionate kisses down your neck, attempting to dive lower into your
“Ah-ah-ah,” you interrupted his plundering. “Not yet.
Your dirty girl has got to get this kitchen cleaned up before we
celebrate this bad boy’s birthday!”
“My princess will do no such
thing. Hold on a second.” He walked over to the swinging doors of the
kitchen and poked his head out. “Oh, Eugene! A little help in here?”
Eugene appeared a moment later, serious as ever. “How may I be of assistance, Negan?”
rubbed his palms together with a smile. “Well, Eugene, as it happens,
today is my birthday. My beautiful girl here has made me cupcakes, but
those aren’t the only fucking cakes I’d like to get a firm grip on right
You blushed. The man had a way with words.
expression remained unchanged. “Understood, Negan, but if you don’t
mind my asking, what in the world does this have to do with me?”
patted Eugene on the back. “Well, buddy boy, my girl wants a clean
kitchen before I sweep her away to my private quarters. I don’t want her
to tend to such menial tasks. And I certainly do not fucking want to
clean up this mess myself. Especially not on my birthday.”
no more, Negan. You two retire to your sleeping quarters and I will have
this place hunky-dunky and fully operational ASAP.”
Negan both stifled laughs at Eugene’s wording, which was typical for him
but still unusual to you. “Thank you, Eugene,” you told him with
kindness and incredulousness mixed together.
“It’s no trouble. I
cannot abide a reality where a sweet lady like yourself has to clean up
this mess. Now let me get to it. Tick-tick-click, easy-peasy.” He began
wiping the counter and then paused. “Are you going to eat these
You giggled. “Help yourself, Eugene.”
Negan interrupted, “maybe just one.” He swiped one with one hand and
grabbed your hand with the other, leading you out the double doors and
down the hall to his black and gray lair.
hand-in-hand, suppressing schoolgirl giddiness as he looked you up and
down. Things were still quite new between you, and though you were just
one of his many wives, you knew that each woman had a unique connection
with him and you appreciated yours. You were good to each other and
good for each other. The big bad wolf was pretty sweet when yours were
the only eyes on him.
Back in his bedroom, he set the cupcake
down on the nightstand, clicked the door shut, and bolted the lock. He
leered at you playfully, palming the bulge in his pants, and then he
walked over to the windows to draw the blinds closed. “We need complete
fucking privacy for this little birthday party,” he said.
he busied himself pouring a couple of glasses of scotch, still facing
away from you, you slipped out of your dress to reveal a strappy black
teddy that you could hardly wait for him to peel off of you.
picked up the cupcake and held it like you were a model on a TV game
show, as if the cupcake was his grand prize, though you knew that your
body was his ultimate desire. You knew him well enough to know that he
wanted to incorporate your sweet treats into the night’s lovemaking, so
why not get the jump on him and surprise him with a little extra sugar?
turned around with his mouth open, about to speak, but when he saw you
standing there in your lingerie, his jaw simply dropped lower. Then he
found his voice. “Jesus fucking Christ, you really know how to wish a
guy a happy birthday!”
A smile spread across your face and you
crossed the room to approach him, cupcake still in hand. “Sit on the
couch and unzip your pants, birthday boy,” you commanded him. He
complied immediately, pulling his engorged cock out and pumping it hard.
But he needed no priming. He was ready to go. You got down on your
knees in front of him. “You want me to blow out your candle?”
visibly shuddered with pleasure at your suggestion, nodding his head and
biting his lower lip. You dragged your finger through the black icing
on the cupcake and smeared a thick dollop of it onto the head of his
dick. “Ohhh, fuck,” he vocalized as you drew closer to it, ready to lick
the frosting off.
As your tongue swirled around the tip and you
took the frosting into your mouth along with the first several inches of
his manhood, he threw his head back and moaned a low, guttural growl.
You swallowed the whipped cream frosting and tasted its sugary sweetness
mixed with his precum and sweat. “Mmm, you taste so good, Daddy.”
bobbed your head up and down, taking his length nearly all the way,
until he hit the back of your throat. He was grunting, frustrated. He
wanted more. “I want to taste you.” He commanded you, “Get on the bed!”
one to disobey an order, you smiled and bounded over to his massive
bed. You were thankful for his black sheets because he was headed toward
you, cupcake in hand, and you knew things were about to get messy.
“Mmm, let me unwrap my present,” he said as he slipped a finger beneath
your black straps and pulled your lingerie off in one smooth movement.
It took you an hour to get ready and it took him less than a second to
have you naked.
You had used your finger to smear the icing on
his naughty bits, but he took the direct route, pressing the top of the
cupcake into your nipples and covering them with a thick coating of the
black-as-ink frosting. He then dove in for a taste of the sweetness,
sucking it off with gusto, leaving you moaning and breathless.
traveled lower, taking a fingertip full of the frosting and rubbing it
onto your swollen pink clit. He licked it off, twirling his tongue
around your happy little bud, feeling your body bloom with pleasure.
“Oh, baby doll, who needs cupcakes when you taste so sweet?” He smiled
up at you, flashing those blinding white teeth. God, he was gorgeous.
climbed up on top of you, positioning himself perfectly between your
thighs. You beckoned him, “Please, Negan. Please fuck me. My pussy is
your birthday present.” He groaned in pleasure at your words and he
slipped inside so easily since you were dripping with wetness. He thrust
hard into you, watching you writhe with sensual joy, hitting all the
right spots until you hit your own high note of ecstasy.
after you were completely satisfied, he pulled out and looked you in
the eye while he pumped his cock with his hand. “Where do you fucking
want it, darling?”
Without hesitation, you answered, “In my mouth.”
let go in a rush of warmth and contentment, filling your mouth with a
generous amount of sweet but salty jizz. You loved the taste of him. The
taste of his utter joy.
As he lay down next to you and you
snuggled into his arms, you remembered his earlier hesitation when you
presented him with the goodies you baked for his special day. “Negan,
you didn’t mind that I baked for your birthday, did you? You seemed so
quiet at first. And you are not a quiet man,” you laughed gently.
no, darlin’. It was fuckin’ sweet of you. It just reminded me of the
good old days with my wife, Lucille, before the walkers came and took
her from me. You remind me a lot of her. You’ve made me very happy.”
single tear rolled down his rough cheek and you kissed it away. Few
people since the apocalypse had ever seen him this vulnerable and you
felt fortunate that he let you get this close. You were tempted to say
those three little words, but you knew it was much too soon, and he may never let you get that close. Just knowing he was happy tonight would
have to be enough.
Kai sat lazily atop the marble counter, head rolled back against the cold wall, eyes closed. His legs swung playfully back and forth, shoes clacking softly on the cupboard drawers as he tapped a rhythm with his feet, humming to himself quietly. His hands were clasped firmly in his lap, silver rings glinting under the bright kitchen lights of the Salvatore home. The faint noise of music from outside drifted into the kitchen, but within the walls it was silent.
“Hmm,” he whispered, eyes still closed. “You’re supposed to be outside”
“And you’re supposed to be icing the cupcakes, I guess that makes two of us at fault.”
He’d sensed her presence as soon as she’d set foot in the kitchen, but only now did he open up those sparkling blue eyes. She stood against the doorframe, arms folded against her chest, trying to seem imposing but only looking cute. She wore white heels and a sunshine yellow dress to match her personality, her hair rippling in perfect curls down her defined figure. There were tiny silver stars painted with glitter across her cheekbones, blending in beautifully with her constellation of freckles. She was stunning, well, she always was, but this time especially so. Kai momentarily forgot how to breathe, a lump catching in his throat as he drank her up.
“So? You’re really going to just ignore me?” she snapped with aggravation, her lower lip pouting out.
“No no,” he shook his head. “I was just going to say that…” he trailed off, mind rushing in a thousand places at once.
When she realized he wasn’t going to finish the sentence, she shrugged in false annoyance and turned to leave.
“Wait!” he called, hopping off the counter onto the polished wooden floors.
She froze in the doorway, listening.
“I don’t want to go out there,” he admitted.
“Why?” she fired back.
“I’m still not used to the big crowds and loud noises, I just feel so out of place at this stupid party,” he groaned. “So, the longer I stall in here, the less I have to figure out this whole ‘being a functional human’ thing.”
She turned back to face him, and he could tell she had one of her ideas because of that proud smirk she wore.
“Okay,” she grinned.
“Okay, I’ll stay with you and we can ice cupcakes together so that you don’t look like a total loser.”
“Oh,” he replied with genuine shock, his fingers fidgeting nervously with his black tee. “You’d do that?”
The girl sighed, trying to focus her gaze anywhere but his eyes, or mouth, or jaw, or cheekbones, or neck, or…
“Eh,” she shrugged. “The party’s pretty lame, and plus I’d rather be wit- with the cupcakes,” she blurted.
His lips twitched upwards before splitting into a full grin, his heart melting. She saw his expression and beamed a radiant smile back, skipping over to the counter and grabbing the frosting bowl without two seconds thought.
“I need the spready thingy,” she said, waving her hand at Kai.
Kai snickered and gave her the utensil, watching as she dipped it into the chocolate goodness and proceeded to spread it perfectly atop the vanilla cupcake, the rich frosting swirling into a tiny curl on top. He gave her some rainbow sprinkles, and chuckled as she stuck her tongue out in concentration as she focused on getting the perfect layer of color on top. She was so cute, and that flowery perfume she wore was intoxicating, he thought to himself.
“So?” she said, lifting up the little masterpiece. “What do you think?”
“Adorable,” he said, unsure of wether he was actually referring to the cupcake or the girl.
“Shame,” she shrugged. “Because I’m hungry so, bye-”
“I thought those were for the party,” he snickered as she held the cupcake inches from her open mouth.
She raised an eyebrow, a smile playing across her lips, “well, you can’t stop me.”
“Yeah?” he challenged, raising his hands and using his magic to whoosh the cupcake into his open palm with no effort.
Her mouth hung open in disbelief, “you did not just do that.”
“I think I did,” he whispered, eyes glinting with mischief.
“I want my cupcake,” she growled, a strand of hair falling across her eyes.
“Come get it,” he winked.
She lunged forward as Kai stepped back, and then he promptly vanished before reappearing on the other side of the kitchen.
“Over here,” he sang, lips spread wide.
She sprinted to where he stood, reaching out just as he vanished again, now reappearing atop the counter. He stuck out his tongue teasingly and ran it across the edge of the icing, moaning dramatically as the icing hit his lips.
“Malachai Parker, stop right now,” she warned.”
“Or what?” he ran his tongue cleanly over the top, half of the icing gone in a second.
“Or- crap,” she hissed as he disappeared again. “K-” she started, spinning around and smacking directly into his front. His invisibility charm melted at once, his cheeks flaring in embarrassment from the contact. She stood with her chest to his, hand against his him, a sliver of a gap between their faces. His full lips drooped apart, skin alighting red, blue eyes not knowing where to look. Her eyes flickered back and forth between his own, breath caught in her throat.
“Sorry,” they both stammered, taking a step back.
Neither of them knew what to say, so the girl quickly acted on impulse, grabbing the cupcake before Kai could register, and smushing it against his nose. This snapped him right our of his trance, his hands flying up, eyes wide.
“Payback’s a bitch,” she snickered.
His eyes darkened as he swiped his hand across his face, a smirk on his lips, “oh, you are going to regret that.”
Kai reached into the icing and scooped out a handful of chocolate icing with glee. The girl noticed his move turned to run, but he caught her easily by the wrist and swung her close before he smeared the goop over her right cheek. She gasped out and reached to stop his hand from coming again, her hand meeting with his in the air and now getting the icing all over her palms. She dove beneath his next swipe, rubbing her hands on his neck and diving for the bowl to get more. She dipped her whole hand in before flinging it forward, sending icing splattering all over Kai. Kai summoned the bowl to his hands, which was, as she yelled, cheating. He used his magic to effortlessly raise all the icing into one wad from the bowl, the substance rotating above her head in the air.
“You won’t,” she dared, looking up at the icing above them.
“You underestimate me.”
All at once, the entirety of the icing went showering across the room and over their bodies, any chance at their clothes being salvaged now gone for good. She tried to act angry but couldn’t help herself as she burst out laughing and stumbled forward, collapsing into Kai’s arms and shaking uncontrollably, tears of joy pouring down her cheeks. Kai wheezed, and they both went sinking to the ground, holding each other for minutes until they could breathe right again.
“That was awesome!” she smiled, releasing Kai from the waist and slinging her arms around his neck.
He smiled, so happy to see her happy, “yeah?”
“Yeah,” she beamed, somehow still looking like a work of art covered in chocolate.
Kai raised his finger to lightly boop her nose, swiping off some of the excess from her face and dipping his slender fingers into his mouth. She chuckled and wiped her eyes, letting her arms come back down to her sides. Kai noticed, his face falling, so he wrapped his fingers around her wrists and lifted them back around his neck where they belonged. Her heart skipped a beat, and all at once she ached to close the gap between them. Kai’s blue eyes were glowing with joy, and he couldn’t help but dart them from her mouth to her own eyes.
“Ohh, we’re gonna get in so much trouble,” she sighed softly.
“Close your eyes,” Kai responded.
So she did, and when she opened them again, all of the icing was back in the bowl, their clothes perfectly in tact, no sign of what had happened at all. He took her hand in his and wrapped his arms around her waist before placing her gently atop the counter.
“Impressive,” she smiled.
“Mm,” Kai said, tilting his head forward closer to hers, his eyes only on her.
“We’re gonna get in so much trouble,” she breathed again across his lips before they could meet with hers.
Kai opened his eyes, boring them into her own, ready to back off if needed.
She smirked and bent down, “oh well.”
And with that her lips crashed against his own, hands coming sliding around his neck and into his brown locks. He groaned softly against her lips, hold hooking around her thighs as he lifted her body into his own. Her legs wrapped around his waist, his hands pinning her in place to his body as they drowned in each other’s lips. Her back hit the wall as they went stumbling across the kitchen, hunger inside them growling like wildfire as their tongue’s fought for dominance. His mouth refused to part from hers as each of them pushed with more force than the other, the sensation overwhelming.
Suddenly Kai stopped, his breath coming heavy, “someone’s coming.”
She cursed as he released her, running back to the counter, “do something!”
He snapped his fingers and all of the cupcakes aligned themselves at once, all iced to perfection. They both darted behind the counter and pretended to be at work.
“Everything okay?” Bonnie asked, sticking her head in through the door frame.
“Yeah,” Kai smiled, giving the girl a knowing glance, “cupcake and I were just finishing up here.”
Title: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) Pairing: Bucky x Reader Rating: General Audiences (for now at least) Warnings: None Spoilers: No spoilers for Captain America: Civil War
Wow, you guys are so sweet (pun very much intended) with the feedback I’ve been getting for this fic! It’s fun to write and it doesn’t end in tears, so it’s all good. Gif below shows the cupcakes I baked as inspiration for the cupcake in this chapter. It was yummy. We’ll venture into Bucky’s POV for this chapter, so I’m hoping I got his character right.
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As always, this is for my lovely girls @ursulaismymiddlename, who supplied the lovely thoughts around this chapter’s cupcake, and @loup-malin who will forever be my partner in crime and source for all things Brooklyn.
Cheesecake Layer: 2 (8-ounces each) packages cream cheese, at room temperature 2/3 cup granulated sugar pinch of salt 2 large eggs 1/3 cup sour cream 1/3 cup heavy whipping cream 1 teaspoon vanilla extract Red Velvet Cake Layer: 2 ½ cups all purpose flour 1 ½ cups granulated sugar 3 tablespoons natural, unsweetened cocoa powder (not Dutch-process) 1 ½ teaspoons baking soda 1 teaspoon salt 2 large eggs, at room temperature 1 ½ cups vegetable or canola oil 1 cup buttermilk ¼ cup (two 1-ounce bottles) red food coloring 2 teaspoons vanilla extract 2 teaspoons white vinegar Cream Cheese Frosting: 2 (8-ounces each) packages cream cheese, at room temperature ½ cup (8 tablespoons) butter, at room temperature 1 teaspoon vanilla extract 2 ½ cups powdered sugar
Make the cheesecake layer first so it has time to chill while the cake and frosting are being prepared. Preheat the oven to 325 degrees F. Lightly coat a 9-inch springform pan with nonstick spray. In a large bowl with a handheld electric mixer or in the bowl of an electric stand mixer, whip the cream cheese until it is smooth and creamy. Mix in the sugar and salt and blend for 2 minutes, scraping down the sides of the bowl as needed. Add the eggs, one at a time, blending after each addition. Mix in the sour cream, whipping cream and vanilla and beat until smooth. Don’t overbeat - just mix until smooth and creamy. Pour the batter into the prepared pan. Bake the cheesecake for 40-45 minutes until it is set and not jiggly in the middle. Remove the cheesecake from the oven and let it rest on a wire rack until completely cooled. Wrap the pan in foil and place the cooled cheesecake in the freezer until ready to assemble. For the red velvet cake, preheat the oven to 350 degrees F. Grease and flour two 9-inch round metal baking pans. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, sugar, cocoa powder, baking soda and salt. Make a well in the center of the dry ingredients and add the eggs, oil, buttermilk, food coloring, vanilla and vinegar. Whisk until fully combined, and continue whisking for another minute or two until the batter is thick and smooth, scraping down the sides as necessary. Spread the batter evenly into the prepared pans, dividing equally. Bake for 28-30 minutes, until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out with a few moist crumbs attached (don’t overbake or the cake layers will be dry). Let the cakes cool in the pans for 5-10 minutes. Run a knife around the edge of the pans, then invert cakes onto a piece of parchment or wax paper set on a cooling rack. Let them cool completely. Prepare the frosting, by whipping the cream cheese with an electric handheld mixer in a large bowl or in the bowl of an electric stand mixer until smooth and creamy. Add the butter and vanilla and mix. Gradually add the powdered sugar and mix on high speed until it is light and fluffy and creamy. To assemble, cut each of the cake layers in half to form two thinner cake layers (so you’ll have four thin cake layers total). Place one of the bottom halves in the middle of a serving platter or cake plate. Remove the cheesecake from the freezer. Gently loosen it from the sides and bottom of the pan with a flat knife/spatula that has been run through hot water (this will help loosen it from the pan). When removed, lay the cheesecake layer on top of the red velvet cake layer on the serving plate. Place another red velvet cake layer on top of the cheesecake. Try to choose the layers that are the flattest on top and bottom so that the cake, when frosted, doesn’t tilt or look like it is uneven. Crumble the remaining two cake layers into small crumbs and set aside. Frost the cake by scooping dollops of the frosting on top of the cake and using an offset spatula, spread the frosting over the tops and sides. The sides will be covered up with cake crumbs so they don’t need to be perfectly frosted - just make sure there is an even layer of frosting so the cake crumbs can adhere to the cake. Swirl the frosting across the top. Carefully gather handfuls of cake crumbs and press them into the sides of the cake. You’ll have a mess, but don’t worry, it is easy to gently sweep the fallen cake crumbs out of the way. Keep pressing them to the sides until the entire perimeter of the cake is completely covered. Cover the cake lightly (or else the cake crumbs on the side will dry out) and refrigerate until ready to serve. The cake can be made up to two days in advance and chilled until serving
Title: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) Pairing: Bucky x Reader Rating: General Audiences (for now at least) Warnings: None Spoilers: No spoilers for Captain America: Civil War
Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the likes and comments and reblogs and kudos. I turn into a squiggly little mess with each one! This chapter took a bit longer to finish, but I’m hoping it will be worth it. I’ll post the recipe for this chapter’s cupcake in a bit, and the recipe for chapter 1′s cupcake should get posted after the weekend.
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Prompt: Human AU where Gumball has a bakery whith an order for a crazy amount of dounuts for the rock star Marshall Lee.
Sorry this took awhile i changed it to Cupcakes because I think it would flow better. -gmleefairy
What do you mean 700 hundred cupcakes?” I had four hours to bake seven hundred cupcakes by myself mind you. And who orders cupcakes to have at nine o'clock anyway.
“My bos, Mar-Mr. Nightosphere, would like to be ready for his concrete this evening.”
“This evening? Does he know how late of a notice that is. For the glory of glob, the day of?” Gumball stopped kneading the dough he was focused on and moved the phone to resign in the other side of his shoulder, cheek pressed on the screen to keep it from falling.
“Can you do it?”
“How much are you offering me for my trouble?” Gumball could bake anything that wasn’t even a question.
“1600 dollars, and I’m giving you a good deal.” He could charge three dollars for each gourmet cupcake but Gumball didn’t think that he would have time for decorations like he wanted.
“Sounds good. I’ll email you the address of the venue and I will come in half and hour from now for the payment and will see you later for the concert.”
“Before you go. What’s his type?”
“Super sweet and perky backside”
“We’re talking about cupcakes right?”
“Oh, in that case anything with strawberries or red in it.”
“Red velvet cupcakes okay then . You might get a bunch with different colored frosting. I’m just going to have to use whatever I have on such late notice”
“Honestly your the only bakery he wanted cupcakes from so I’m insanely grateful you agreed.”
Gumball would have declined the offer, since it was such late notice, if the client hadn’t been so famous. It would be good publicity even if he slipped out bakery a tweet or an Instagram photo once he got them.
“Not surprising. I need to get work on to get all of this done. Call me if anything should arise.”
Gumball didn’t stop his movement, getting out bowls, whisks, cream cartons. He had pre made frosting, for emergency situations like this, that he pulled out from the freezer to defrost. From the freezer frosting, and the materials he had in the shop, he should be able to cover about 500 of them swirl frosting style. His swirl frosting was his signature, he couldn’t just abandon quality even if he was pressed for time.
It was only him in the shop right now, it was about 10 o'clock and the show was about 7 o’clock. He needed more staff he called FIona, she said she’d be there soon but but she would have to bring the cat to the shop. Cake, the cat that is, was always welcomed as long as she stayed in the front of the store to attract customers and stay out of the kitchen. Flame said he would help with the baking, he’s the only other person besides FIona Gumball let’s near his prized ovens (he has a good handle on the heat).
He was pounds deep in dough and frosting by the time he got an hour into it. He had to keep reminding himself why he was doing this.He was doing this for the bakry he told himself. He had to, the market was harsh on a young business owner and he wasn’t going to just turn down a good opportunity.
“Ya did BG” Fiona patted his shoulder in congratulations as he closed the last box. There were 14 large boxes filled with 50 cupcakes each. He had never baked so many cupcakes in his life, and his catered at weddings.
He was telling Fiona to load them into the van, she would deliver and Gumball would stay in the shop to clean up. He was in no shape to go anywhere anyway. he was tired and covered in flakes of frosting and smudges of red velvet. He didn’t take a break, didn’t eat lunch, and hasn’t had dinner.
“Fiona make sure to take plenty of pictures for the medias and what not,” Gumball said resting his head on the counter. Maybe he could sleep on some bags of flour in the storage closet for a little while until fiona gets back or just close up shop.
“You got it!”
His phone rang-”Wait, FIona, this might be them. Dammit if they even think about canceling their bloody order-” he answered . “Kingdom Cakes how can I help you?”
“Are you the owner? Can you please deliver them yourself. My employer would like to see the cupcakes delivered in person.”
Are you shitting me man. “Of course” This is the worst.
“He would also like you to stay for the concert. Paid for of course. Marshall Lee always gives a good performance.”
“I’m not familiar with this Marshall Lee but alright.” Mostly because I’m gonna probably drop dead after i deliver the cupcakes anyway and not even think about moving. This guy better be cute.
“Yes he’s pretty damn cute,” The receptionist said. Crap. Gumball’s so tired that he started saying what he’s thinking again.
“Hey ,Cupcake, I know I didn’t order you ,sweet cheeks,” he got up and slung his guitar across his back, and walked over to me slowly with what Gumball can only assume is swagger, “Oh but you look so much tastier than a cupcake up close.”
Marshall walked closer and closer. Why was he doing that? Gumball could feel his cheeks heat up caught under the rockstar’s persistent and attractive stare. This is why he hated attractive people, he told himself, he always forgets how to function properly. What if he did something? If he did what would he do? What did I want him to do? Gumball hushed his thoughts, gripping the rim of the white box a little tighter but not enough to crush the contents inside.He had a job to do he didn’t have time for handsome charming rockstar’s who were too cute to be good. So Gumball started frowning shoving the first large box of the 50 cupcakes into his very broad and muscular chest. This man was criminal goodness.
“I-iI have the rest in the van.” Gumball stuttered smoothing out his company t-shirt
He took them and took a peek inside, inhaling the sweet aroma, and he released a moan that did nothing to Gumball what-so-ever. Not at all. Gumball did think that the air conditioning might have been faulty in the green room though.
“Are you some sort of a pastry angel.
“I prefer prince actually,” I crossed my arms mumbling.
He started to smile again, did it ever leave“Wha-who did you order this for anyway?”
“Just for my crew…. and everyone in the audience,” He smiled to himself combing his hands through his rather luxurious ravenous hair. He was lucky he was cute because I would have called him stupid to his face.
He, along with a couple of the security guards, assisted me in acquiring the rest of the cupcakes from out of the van. Gumball have never thought that a music icon, especially one with Marshall’s apparent character, would help with something as little as this. He seemed very close to his staff.
“You’re staying for the show?”
“Yeah..mostly because I’m too tired to go anywhere and I heard you’re good so…yeah.” Gumball said rubbing the side of his face. That probably wasn’t the most professional thing to say. “Sorry. I mean i’ve had a long day so I should have fun.”
Marshall chuckled,” Then you came to see the right guy.” He set the last box down.
The rest of the staff went on about there business prepping for the show. Gumball was allowed to stay in the dressing room (to take a nap mostly) while Fiona and Flame waited with the rest of the audience taking pictures or most like snogging in some corner. Gumball feels like the worst third wheel ever.
Gumball was lying on two joint chairs nesting his head on his hands as Marshall leisurely warmed up on an acoustic guitar. The sounds were all relaxing, slow scales and soft songs, Gumball almost thought that he was being considerate.
“You’re pretty good.” Gumball smiled half asleep.
“And you’re pretty cute.”
“uh?” Gumball sat up at that rubbing one of his eyes with the heel of his hand and brushing his pink hair back.
Marshall stopped playing, “You heard me. I said you were cute.”
“Oh…” Gumball brought his knees up to his chest, still very tired and in need of a good cup of coffee. “Thanks. You have good proportions” Gumball closed his eyes. Yes very good proportions, and good hair, and good shoulders, and a good face, and very handsome.
“Proportions? are you always like this when you’re tired.” Gumball could here him set the guitar down on the floor with a slight thump
“uhhhh-huhhh,” Gumball nodded making consenting sounds.
Gumball was about to drift off when he felt a hand on his cheek. His eyes blew wide when he saw Marshall, dark ravenous hair and all, kneeling on his knees in front of him.
“You got cupcake on your cheek….Cupcake,” Marshall moved forward and licked the batter right off of Gumball’s cheek in slow movements. Gumball could feel the his breath on his skin, Marshall’s lips on the corner of his mouth. Gumball practically purred at the madness of it all. Definitely not professional.
“You do this to all the bakery owners who give you pastries?”
“Only the cutest ones.” Marshall whispered and didn’t that send shivers down Gumball’s spine in the nicest way. “Are you always this attractive?”
Gumball giggled a little, quiet, almost to himself, “That’s my question.” Marshall shifted his hand from his cheek to his hair, he started to move his hands. He had Artist’s hands, strong and lean, and Marshall was caressing Gumball’s still very tired head with them. It felt so good. Gumball didn’t want him to stop.
“Stop doing that,” Gumball whined. Another shiver went through Gumball as Marshall traced Gumball’s jaw with his lips.
“Do you not like it?” Marshall looked and Gumball as if he was actually the cupcake.
“It’s just not fair,” Gumball moved away but only a little. “I’m too tired. I-” Gumball yawned. “-I ugh.” Marshall kissed his temple. “You have a show to do in like five minutes.” Gumball pulled Marshall’s hands out of his hair because that really needed to stop before he started to shamelessly moan.
“They can wait.” Marshall nosed his neck and Gumball whimpered.
“Oh my,” Gumball was starting to get more awake now.
“I promise to make you feel good.” Marshall says, but it already does. Marshall traces small circles on the inside of Gumball’s wrists then somehow pulls Gumball on the floor with him.
Gumball’s straddled on his lap now. Marshall’s rubbing his thighs in ways he didn’t think was possible. “I want that,” Gumball says giving in a little.
“yeah?” Marshall said rolling his hips in enthusiasm.
Gumball gasped,“B-but- oh my goodness I can’t believe I’m saying this- Can we wait?” Gumball didn’t want to be rushed. Marshall would be, hands down, the most beautiful man he ever associated with and he wanted that to last. Just in case he might cast him away.
Marshall with this look Gumball thought was understanding agreed, “Alright Sugar Lips.” Marshall kissed Gumball’s neck good bye for now and helped Gumball up to standing. “Sorry I just jumped you but…You’re gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself.”
“You’re used to getting what you want huh?” Gumball said straightening his clothes.
“I’m practically royalty so yeah.’ Marshall said as he pulled their hips together. “Thank you for the cupcakes. See you later?”