id like to ask for a fluffy nymphleech fic with this premise, if thats alright :)c ; Jade isn't allowed to use customers as test subjects but no one can stop him: which has only gotten worse because now i fully support him and play into it further whenever we feel like it.
anddd if you'd want an idea of how that looks like sometimes;
Jade cooking w mushrooms: ^^
Me, sliding the dish onto a table: "Enjoy!" ^^
student A, sweat-dropping: "... are those edible?-"
Me, stabbing a fork into a mushroom: "Only one way to find out." [shoves it into student A's mouth]
ty very much if you'll accept the request, its alright if not tho! :D
Jade with a s/o who terrorises the Mostro Lounge with him
Jade x reader
Sometimes, you do truly love your boyfriend.
The way he strikes such a regal pose in the kitchen, apron string tied securely around that slender waist of his. His hands moving with carefully practised poise. The way the lean muscles on his arms flexes ever so slightly when he slices up mushrooms, dicing them effortlessly.
Efficient in the kitchen.
Effective?
That remains to be seen.
It’s hard to call him effective when Jade cooks whatever his heart desires. Exotic mushrooms of all shapes and sizes, saluted to perfection. He’ll serve dishes so delicate, they almost look too good to eat.
Honestly, it’s in your best interest not to consume whatever he serves. Not when Jade seems rather interested in watching you eat, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.
You two are now the terror of the Mostro Lounge. The deadly waiter and chef, serving up new unknown horrors to poor unfortunate students.
Poor, lost souls.
It’s rather amusing to watch them twitch and writhe. Sometimes, they collapse straightaway, face blooming a wonderful shade of green. Otherwise, their arms slump to the side, their eyes widening in shock as foam builds up in their mouth, spilling from their lips.
You two share a journal. A lovely leather bound book, elegant cursive dancing through the pages. You two take care to record all effects in excruciating detail. Little sketches of the mushrooms, the most poisonous ones highlighted, little purple hearts doodled all around.
When he thumbs through the pages, Jade’s fingers trace over your letters lightly. You have wonderful handwriting, love. In fact, if he closes his eyes, he could hear your voice whispering to him, practically purring into his ears.
A wonderful sound, indeed.
Jade shudders, bringing his hand up to his mouth. Chuckling into it, a small smile tugs at his lips. A faint pink dusted onto his cheeks, a flattering shade on him.
How truly romantic.
