#cannoli cookie x reader

[speed-world]

so I'm wondering if you can make a story if we were in the 7th anniversary of ovenbreak story (the wish camp story), like just the ending of the story but with y/n cookie and then they all tell them that they love them and then they all group hug them and kiss them while watching the shower

P.s sorry if this is long

“Woah! The sky is so clear now! The stars are so close…it feels like I’m in space.”

“Yeah…It’s really beautiful. Soon the Star Candy meteor shower will pass by…!”

“Oh?! I think I see something sparkling in the sky!!”

“Ah, those are the wish lanterns floated from the campsite, Y/N Cookie!”

“Ah-, hehe, guess I’m super eager for the shower!”

“So pretty….You can see everything from here. The town below looks tiny like a toy town!”

“The stars feel so close…like I can reach and grab them. Congrats for finding the best stargazing spot, Y/N Cookie.”

“C-Congrats to you too, and you as well Cannoli Cookie. There’s no better place in the world than here, right now!!”

The Star Candy meteor shower - finally, the day you’ve been waiting for!! The shower only happens once every seven years, and so much has happened in that time. Some good memories, some painful, but you made it through with all the cookies you connected with. The two cookies you connected with the most, S’more Cookie and Cannoli Cookie, were…more to you.

You enjoyed being around them more than any other cookie, and your dough has changed to redder shades the more time you spent with them. It was clear to you that you loved both of them dearly; so much that you fell head over heels for both of them at once! But you never could find the time, or the words, to confess your feelings to the two. Thankfully, tonight is your night-your time to open your heart! It’s all so beautifully perfectly aligned, the greatest setting to finally say—

“Y/N, Y/N!! Are you feeling okay? You spaced out there for a while.”

“Oh! I-umm, yeah I’m okay. Just really anxious and exited for everything.”

“Something must be really taking over your mind then, because you didn’t hear your name being called out by everyone…!”

You turned around and nearly dropped your jaw at the sight before you. Camp Leader Squirrel, GingerBrave, heck-every cookie you knew was here!! They’re surely here for the meteor shower too. You were starting to get nervous again as you saw everyone all chatting with each other. It was all radio noise as you only thought of one thing: confessing to Cannoli and S’more Cookie now, before the shower passes!

“H-Hey Cannoli Cookie, S’more Cookie, I gotta talk to you guys really bad.”

“Hmm? Of course Y/N, what’s on your mind?”

“Well…these last set of years have been quite the journey to say the least. So many memories, so many friends, but you guys have meant more to me than you could ever imagine.”

“Awww, that’s so sweet! I-“

“Hold on, lemme finish. You guys are really, really special to me. So much so that I-…I love you guys, a lot. And not just as friends, but more than that. I love you two so much that I wanna spend all of our years together forever!”

“W-wow…! Are you saying—“

“Yeah, I am, to the both of you. So err-would you guys…wanna be my lovers for life?”

The two of them were completely flushed, yet smiling so widely. They both hugged you from separate sides and nuzzled your cheek.

“Awwww, Y/N, you mean so much to me, and you too S’more Cookie!! Of course my answer is yes!!”

“So is mine. I really enjoy being around you like no one else; it would be amazing to spend the rest of my life with you two!”

“Really!? T-thanks you guys, this is the best night of my—! Wait, quick, look at the sky!”

“Hmm?”

“The star…!”

“The meteor shower!!”

“Woah…! I’ve never seen anything like this..! The stars are showering down like beautiful waves…”

“There’s the Star Candy meteor!”

It was breathtaking! The beautiful sight that only appears every seven years. Only one thing left to do…make a wish!

“I wish…that our love for each other never fades; that we stay together and love one another forever!”

Cannoli and S’more somehow smiled more widely than before when they hear your wish. The two of them then took turns cupping your cheek and kissing you; you made sure to kiss them back in return. Such a beautiful night and a beautiful memory that was just made; you have everything to be grateful for tonight!

[tiredfox64]

Hi!!!! I loved your bi-han x chubby reader stories and wanted to make a request please!

I was hoping to request a Smoke x chubby reader where the reader is a baker of Madam Bo's and is the sweetheart of the village and Insecure about her body. The rest would be up to you. Please and thank you!

Sweet Honeybuns

Prior notes: Mhm mhm I like this. Good energy. Love when I get to project myself. I love that man I just know he would love to cuddle a woman like me

Pairing: Tomas x Chubby Baker! Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: I'm sorry if you start craving my b

Oh, that face. That beautiful face of yours. Those gorgeous eyes that he could get lost in. Those adorable cheeks that he would love to caress and kiss. That lovely, plump body of yours. The way your hips move hypnotizes him. You move throughout the bakery part of the tea house swiftly, trying to put more cakes in the display window. Your hair was put up nicely to prevent it from blocking your view and getting in your face. Your pretty, well-kept fingers were wrapped around the whisk as you began to beat the egg whites before adding the other ingredients in to make the perfect meringue. Tomas already knew you were making your meringue cookies since you make them every Wednesday. He loves your meringue cookies, they’re as sweet as you. He loves everything you make. Oh heavens, he loves you.

“Tomas!” Kuai Liang yelled right into Tomas’ ear.

“Huh?!”

Tomas was spooked at first before he started to blush hard. He was caught in the act again. He was caught staring at you with that lovesick expression. Elbow resting on the table, chin resting on his hand, the generic lovesick boy pose. We can’t forget about that dopey smile. It’s a shock that he wasn’t swinging his feet. Kuai Liang knew what was going on. Everybody in the Shirai Ryu knew. If they go to the tea house at least once with Tomas they get to see him go into that daze again. Every single time it’s like clockwork.

“You should ask her out soon. It won’t do you good if you continue to keep your feelings in.” Kuai Liang suggested.

Tomas immediately nodded his head no. He really, really, REALLY likes you. But he’s afraid that you will reject him. It’s a normal fear. He thinks you are out of his league. You’re just too sweet. You probably already have a line of men ready to be your boyfriend. You’ve already captured the hearts of many with your baking. With the addition of your kind personality, you’re basically as sweet as the cannoli you make.  You’re a sweetheart in everyone’s eyes. To the men and women, young and old. Everybody must want a chance with you. They must all be as desperate as Tomas is.

Though there were few who were interested in you, you had your heart set on one man. Your heart was set on Tomas. He was so kind to you and he brought you so much joy to your week. He took the time to talk to you. It didn’t matter what there was always something to talk about. It would go on for so long that Madame Bo would have to yell at you to get back to work and she would scold Tomas for distracting you. Though she found it cute how you two were so lost in conversation. She encouraged you to establish a relationship with him but you always said you can’t, you just can’t.

Truth be told you so badly wanted to ask Tomas out but you were afraid of many things. You were afraid of rejection, fair enough. You were afraid of making things awkward between you two and that you would see him less after that, that’s also fair. Lastly, you were afraid that he wouldn’t like you because you are…chubby.

Now hold on just a sec, that’s not fair to you.

Yes, you were worried he wouldn’t like a girl like you cause of your body type. You looked at yourself negatively. You treated your stretchmarks as if they were a curse. You believe cellulite is unnatural. You think you need a thigh gap to get his attention. You feel like your belly will scare him away.

Oh poppycock! Excuse my language. But what you think, and I’m saying this because I care about you, is bullshit. Imma prove your sweet ass wrong.

You saw Tomas coming your way. He gave you a quick wave and you gave him a smile. Gosh, his heart might explode after seeing that.

“There’s my favorite man. What can I get you for today?”

Yup, his heart just exploded. He loves that you call him your favorite man. He’s not just another customer to you and that makes him feel special.

“Can’t I come up to talk to my favorite lady without having to buy anything?” He teased. Now your heart was exploding. He is smooth when he isn’t trying.

“I would allow you to do that but you know how Madame Bo gets when I stop working.”

“Fine, I’ll bite. Do you have anything special this week that you can offer to your favorite man?”

“Well we have coconut cream pie, flan, conchas, baklava, peach cobbler, liu shao bao, bublania, tiramisú,” on and on you went.

That’s something else he likes about you. You have desserts from all around the world. But damn does it make it hard to decide what to buy from you. He lowered his head as he struggled to pick something from you. Pick for him, the man is struggling.

“How about I get you some flan? I think you will like it.” You walked over to the display window, pulled out the flan you recently made and cut him a big slice.

You brought him the plate with that delicious, syrupy goodness on it. You scooped him a piece of it and tried to feed it to Tomas. You looked so adorable to him at that moment. Looking up at him with doe eyes while waiting for him to open his mouth. He opened up and ate the bit of flan that was on the spoon. The creamy custard was practically melting in his mouth with the caramel top hitting his tongue soon after. He just found his new favorite dessert.

“I love you.”

“Huh?”

“I mean I love it!”

Tomas stumbled over his words. He meant the first thing he said but also didn’t mean to say it in that moment. The goodness of the flan messed with his mind and made his heart swell with love for you. You know what they say: the fastest way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. You already captured his heart a long time ago but this instance made his heart become caged by you. You will never release it even though you never knew you had it before.

He asked you how much it was but you told him it’s on the house since he was so handsome. You sly dog, flirting with him effortlessly while he was already spiraling. You left him blushing while walking back to his table. The moment he sat and placed his plate down he rested his head on the table. It’s over for him. He’s so madly in love with you. You got him so bad he forgot to make an effort to ask you out while he was up there. Kuai Liang started patting his back. Brother needs to support his brother.

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It was near closing time. Most customers have left and almost all the waitresses were gone. Finally, some peace. You decided you deserve a treat after baking all day and serving customers. Time to munch on the mistake pile. The pile of slightly burnt cookies, lopsided muffins, and double-glazed bear claws.

You only really eat when most people are gone. If you give yourself a treat, even just a bite of a banana muffin, others think it’s typical of you. It’s tiring to hear people compliment your desserts only to immediately say you should slow down on eating them yourselves. You barely ever eat your own work since you have to save it for the customers. You know it’s unhealthy to make it a habit of eating your mistakes which is why you balance it out with healthy and balanced meals. You eat well actually. Yet some people think you intentionally make mistakes just so you can eat. How could people be so ignorant and rude when all you ever do is give. You give and give and they appreciate it but they still have something to say.

Whatever, you’re alone. You started nibbling on some cookies, enjoying yourself for a bit before turning around and seeing Tomas was near the counter. You immediately hid the cookie behind your back like a guilty child.

“Oh, I thought you would have gone home already.” You said.

“I would have but Kuai Liang said I had to do something or else he wouldn’t let me leave.” Tomas chuckled awkwardly as if it were a joke but it was serious. Kuai Liang would not let Tomas come home until he confessed to you.

“I hope I didn’t disturb you. You can keep eating your cookie if you want.”

You were hesitant to do so. You just nodded your head while putting the cookie away. Tomas got worried that he had upset you. He didn’t mean to be rude even though he did no wrong. He leaped over the counter to get closer to you and apologize.

“I’m sorry if I upset you—”

“No, no, it’s alright. I just…don’t like eating in front of people.” Your voice got quiet near the end.

“Oh, I’m guessing you get anxious?” He asked.

“No, I just…don’t like when people comment on my weight when I eat. I don’t want you thinking I'm a slob or something.”

That hurt Tomas to hear. He didn’t know people were making backhanded comments towards you. Now that he thinks about it even when he has stayed at the tea house for a long while he never saw you eat in front of anyone. He was hoping that you weren’t starving yourself throughout the day just to prevent people from making comments about your weight.

“I hope you don’t think you are one because you’re not. I could never think of you like that. How could I think something so negatively to a girl that I want as,” He paused for a second before finally having the balls to say it, “my girlfriend.”

You looked at him in shock. His girlfriend? You? Did you accidentally take a bite out of your “special” cookie because you can’t believe what you just heard.

“Me? Why me?” You asked.

“Why you? Why not you? You’re incredibly sweet and hardworking. I’ve never seen so many loving eyes on one girl before. Everything you say to me makes me want you even more. I was afraid a lot of people had their eyes on you and I was afraid I would lose you to someone else. That’s why Kuai Liang told me to confess now. I just really want you in my life. You’re the only girl who has made my heart feel like this—this tingly feeling that reappears every time I see you.”

His words were so genuine you found it difficult to disagree or fight back on anything. His eyes were practically twinkling as he looked at you, waiting for a response. He was nervous that you would actually reject him. He was picking at his nails and he was biting his lip slightly.

“You mean, you still want to date me even though I’m,” you pointed to your chubby belly.

“So?”

Yeah, so what?

Don’t break his heart. If you do, you end up breaking your heart as well. It’s as clear as the night sky that Tomas really wanted you to be his girlfriend. It didn’t matter your size. He wants to love you and cherish you. He wants to kiss and caress you all night long. Do us all a favor and accept his lovin. It will do you both good. You know you want it.

“Well, you got me there. I can’t argue with that. I guess you just earned yourself a girlfriend and some double-glazed bear claws.” You smiled widely.

Tomas was beyond happy. He immediately hugged you and started to kiss you all over your face. Gosh, your skin was so soft against his lips. He could do this for hours. But you’re right, he did earn himself some bear claws.

You both sat around, eating your mistake baked goods together. You both were all smiles. There was a warm feeling that resonated with you. This has got to be the best day ever. Well if it wasn’t for Madame Bo slapping the back of Tomas’ head and yelling at him to leave already and stop eating the sweets. He booked it out of there while laughing, promising to return tomorrow.

Ain’t he just the sweetest?

After notes: Halfway through I ate a coconut cream pie to get motivation. I don't even like coconut but it hit! I feel like a jackass for making flan the favorite dessert in this fic. Idk why I'm not sending subliminal messages to make y'all want it. Ah whatever. Adiós!

[queensharotto]

Brittle Doughie’s Cookie Run x Reader Masterlist (Part 5: Late 2023)

A masterlist of @brittle-doughie’s Cookie Run stories organized by month.

Genre Emojis

😞 is for angst, 🎃 is for Halloween, 🎄 is for Christmas, 🍪 is for Cannibalism, 💗 is for Yandere, 💝 is for Valentine’s, 👻 is for Horror, 🎂 is for Birthday, 💚 is for Yandere!White Lily Cookie

The Indents are related to the featured cookies. If there are numerous cookies (Over 10 Cookies Featured), I’ll make a note on that as well. Additionally, I’ll categorize various cookies if they’re associated with a specific hobby, location, food etc.

Also, the ⭐️ will indicate a story featuring one of Brittle’s OCs.

September 2023 🍂

• “Lord/Lady Harbinger Cookie”

Featuring: The Cookies of Darkness

• “Bully Hunter”

Featuring: Lilac Cookie

• “Harbinger Cookie’s Relationship with Pomegranate Cookie”

Featuring: Pomegranate Cookie

• “All Aboard” 💗

Featuring: Milky Way Cookie

• “Napping in Goblin Cookie’s Bag”

Featuring: Goblin Cookie

• “Yandere Dragons” 💗

Featuring: The 5 Dragons

• “Y/N Cookie Meets Golden Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie’s Greatest Treasure: Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie as a Shagaru Magala”

Featuring: The 5 Dragons and the Cookies of Darkness

• “Golden Cheese Cookie and Ancient Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie and Burnt Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie Body Pillow”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Golden Cheese Cookie showing off her wealth”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Satellite”

Featuring: Stardust Cookie

• “The Greedy or the Honorable”

Featuring: Pirate Cookie, Sorbet Shark Cookie, Captain Ice Cookie and Peppermint Cookie

• “Halt! The Restriction Mayhem Update!” 💗

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie, Cocoa Cookie, Ninja Cookie, Okchun Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Timekeeper Cookie, Sea Fairy Cookie, Fire Spirit Cookie and Lotus Dragon Cookie

• “Bastet Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Burnt Cheese Cookie and 2 Marzipan Cookies

• “Smoked Cheese Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Kingdom Host Cookie, Mozzarella Cookie, Smoked Cheese Cookie and High Priest Cheesenbird

October 2023 🎃

• “Shining Glitter Cookie and Black Lemonade Cookie fighting over Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Shining Glitter Cookie and Black Lemonade Cookie

• “Can’t Take What Isn’t Yours”

Featuring: Chili Pepper Cookie and Peppercorn Cookie

• “Paying Golden Cheese Cookie to use her gold in Character Designs”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Last Cookie Standing Challenge: Punch Y/N Cookie in the face”

Featuring: Caramel Arrow Cookie, Madeleine Cookie, Tea Knight Cookie and Rye Cookie

• “Dragon Person Y/N Cookie in the Golden Cheese Kingdom”

Featuring: Pitaya Dragon Cookie

• “Courtship Dance with Smoked Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Smoked Cheese Cookie

• “Off to Wish Camp!”

Featuring: Cannoli Cookie, S’mores Cookie, and Yoga Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie Cherished by Golden Cheese Cookie”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Halloween Party with Chili Pepper Cookie” 🎃

Featuring: Chili Pepper Cookie

• “Last Cookie Standing Reward: Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Members of Teams Crunchy and Cripsy

• “Spooky Cookie Tales: Prikaza” 🎃

Featuring: Black Garlic Cookie

November 2023 🌾

• “Sitting on the Golden Goddess’ Lap”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Archaeologists of the Golden Cheese Kingdom”

Featuring: Fruit Cheese Cookie and Camembert Cookie

• “Beneath Burnt Cheese Cookie’s Mask”

Featuring: Burnt Cheese Cookie

• “The Corrupted or the Fooled (Abyss Monarch vs. Black Pearl Cookie)”

Featuring: Abyss Monarch Cookie and Black Pearl Cookie

• “Robbing a Bank with Timekeeper Cookie”

Featuring: Timekeeper Cookie

• “Pocky Day with Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Kumiho Cookie, Peach Cookie and Croissant Cookie

• “Rockstar Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Rockstar Cookie

• “Stollen Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Stollen Cookie

December 2023 🎄

• “Icicle Yeti Cookie and Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Icicle Yeti Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie in The Holiday Express” 🎄

Featuring: Creme Brulee Cookie and Linzer Cookie

• “Linzer Cookie Writing her own Y/N Cookie x her story”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “Y/N Cookie in the Christmas Academy”

Featuring: Stollen Cookie and Strawberry Cream Cookie

• “Linzer Cookie’s Story: A LOT of cut material”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “A Happy Ending Just for You”

Featuring: Linzer Cookie

• “Kissing Golden Cheese Cookie’s Hand”

Featuring: Golden Cheese Cookie

• “Sugar Swan Cookie x Y/N Cookie”

Featuring: Sugar Swan Cookie

• “All I Want for Cookiemas is Y/N Cookie” 💚

Featuring: White Lily Cookie

• “The Sweet Signals from Space”

Featuring: Astronaut Cookie and Xylitol Nova Cookie

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[josiewinters1999]

Normal (p2)

L Lawliet x Chubby!Reader

Part 1

Summary: L longs for a sense of normalcy in his current depression. The burdens of the case begin to weigh him down. His heart longs for something or someone far away... If only she were with him now...

Words: ~4k

Contains: Established relationships, angst, depressed L, mentions of low self esteem, mentions of marriage, hurt/comfort, takes place before yotsuba arc

A/N: Thank you everyone to read and enjoyed part 1!! I apologize for the wait on part 2, I thought I would have it done long before now but life gets in the way lol. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope I captured L's character well. I just feel sad sometimes bc the poor guy just wants friends and stuff like everyone else :/ so this is my way of giving him something special ToT hope you guys enjoy!!!

***

Watari could barely stand it anymore. Watching L stagnate like this was killing him, and not to mention, severely hindering the progress of the investigation. The past few days, he barely ate, only picked at his cakes and cookies. He requested cannolis once, and Watari immediately knew what was wrong… he missed her. 

The night he watched through the security cameras as L called her, his suspicion was only confirmed. His left hand never left his pocket, the pocket that always carried her photo. The longing in his voice was soft yet deep, and the bags under his eyes were just that much darker. 

The great detective’s mood seemed to sour even greater every time he watched Misa interact with Light. Every flirtatious comment, every touch, every hug, had L shrinking into his chair just a bit more. Watari was afraid he’d break his spine the way he curled so tightly into his knees. 

Even Light was beginning to make comments about L’s slight shift in behavior. He would try to include L on findings in the case, and even tried to offer to take him out for a tennis match. L would have none of it, it seemed nothing would lift his spirits… nothing except one thing. 

L would be furious if Watari did what he was tempted to do, beyond furious actually. It was an incredibly reckless and risky thing to do given the nature of this case. However, the case was suffering, Kira was no closer to being caught, and its lead investigator had a case of a broken heart. Watari was quickly running out of time and options. What else was he supposed to do? 

With a heavy sigh, Watari picks up the nearest phone and dials a New York cannoli shop. 

***

Flipping through the same stack of papers that have been on his desk for the past three days, L scans the words over and over again, as if the reports would change in real time. He could feel his mind wandering, see the words blurring, and hear the noise in the background fade and distort. HIs was losing his edge, and with it he felt, his sanity. 

“What do you think of this report, Ryuzaki?” Light politely asks, handing him a document from a stack he’s already read ten times over. Gently taking it in hand, L reads of an incident of Kira enacting his justice on a convicted mobster, guilty of killing business owners who refused to pay his protection fee. Just like how we met. 

L hums, trying once again to put on the facade that nothing was wrong with him, that his heart was still even in this case at all. “I’m not quite sure, Light,” he answers, “While this type of criminal most definitely meets Kira’s typical profile for a ‘deserved killing’… it almost seems too much like Kira. I think that…” he pauses for a moment, “oh nevermind. I believe that made much more sense inside my head.” He hunches over the drink on his desk before whispering under his breath, “I just keep saying ridiculous things…”

He sighs, taking another sip of his barely sweetened coffee. L didn’t even have the energy or will to turn his drinks into pure sugar water anymore. Everything sweet reminded him of her. After all, her lips tasted just like fresh, tangy, sweet, rasp-

“Ryuzaki?” Watari’s voice pulls him from his stupor only for a moment, that voice being his only comfort in these hard times. Not daring to look up from the swirling, murky, coffee in his cup, he only hums, “Yes, what is it Watari?” The sound of his cart rolling across the floor becomes louder and louder as it approaches L’s desk, yet Watari’s voice stays exactly where it is, “I have something rather special here for you today.” 

When the cart stops, a delicate, feminine, hand places a small plate in front of the detective. A perfectly fresh, puffy, and practically overstuffed cannoli sits right in L’s line of sight. The bright pink cream falls in puddles on the plate, beckoning him to have a taste. 

With certain caution, L takes a hesitant finger into the cream, bringing it to his lips. “Raspberry…” he mumbles around his index finger. Pulling his hand slowly from his mouth, he carefully turns his head to the side, finding a set of wide, soft, hips standing next to him. He follows the figure with his eyes, tracing every familiar curve with a disbelieving look. 

Finally reaching the face of the not-so-mystery woman, L’s jaw practically falls to the floor. The woman only chuckles, like a sweet song, and gives an equally sweet wave, “Hi, cream puff. It’s been a while hasn’t it?” 

L springs from his chair like a Jack in the box, nearly dragging Light to the floor by his wrist. His eyes widen, and he, for once in his life, is left completely speechless. “I-I…” he stutters, “What are you doing here?” The plump woman only twiddles her hands in front of her, a guilty blush beginning to consume her face. “Well…” 

Watari interrupts the exchange by clearing his throat and taking a few steps forward. All three heads in the room turn towards him, though only two of them understand what is even being said. “I summoned her here of my own accord,” Watari explains, “I felt the case needed some extra moral support, and after a thorough call, she seemed very eager to assist. Isn’t that right Miyuki?” 

Of course he would give her an alias that means “beautiful happiness.”

‘Miyuki’ nods eagerly at Watari’s confession, “Yes, he explained everything on the phone and well… I knew that I had to come.” She tilts her head and gives L a soft, sad, smile, “He said you weren’t doing so well, cream puff. If I had the chance to help, I couldn’t just let it slip me by.” 

Despite the flutter in his heart and the urge to suddenly reach out to touch her, L’s logical side fumes in anger. Shooting a glare to Watari and then back at Miyuki, he sets his jaw, “Do you have any idea just how dangerous it is for you to be here right now? Our lives are on the line in this case, and the last thing I want right now, is for yours to be at risk as well.” 

His scolding has her lowering her head in shame while Watari stands still as ever. “I’m sorry,” she mutters, “I just… Watari said it would help you relax to have me around and well,” she raises her head, “I wanna help you any way I can, no matter what it takes. My life included.” 

Looking into her eyes, L could tell she meant that with her entire being. She wasn’t there for any other reason than to make him happy. He had two choices now; shatter her heart and send her back to New York, or put her life at stake to keep her here. They both were incredibly risky paths to take, each could result in losing her for good. 

His silence only raised her anxiety and Miyuki’s eyes begin to water slightly, “I… I thought you’d be glad to see me. It’s been almost two years since you last saw me in person. Do you… not want me here?” 

Now he really was on the spot, he needed to think quickly before this escalated more. Could he really tell a lie to that sweet, puffy, soft face that cared so much for his well being? Would it even be worth it to do so? Swallowing a lump in his throat L finally musters the courage to answer her question. “No,” he begins, “I am very glad to see you. I trust that you being here now means Watari took all the proper precautions to bring you to Japan,” she nods in confirmation before he continues, “If that’s the case…” he smiles slightly, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to keep you around for a few days or so.” 

Miyuki’s face lights up in a smile and she lunges forward, wrapping her arms around L’s neck. “Oh thank you!” she exclaims, “I’ll make sure you never run out of raspberry cannolis again, cream puff.” Returning her embrace, L snakes his arms around her waist. A waist that, it seems, has grown. His girlfriend had put on a bit of weight since he last saw her, and if he was being completely honest with himself, he loved it. Holding her felt like biting into a fresh donut; warm, soft, and like home. 

L would have continued to hold her against himself for as long as time permitted, but unfortunately, she stepped away, a red embarrassed flush on her cheeks. Looking back at the dumbfounded and clueless Japanese boy handcuffed to her boyfriend, Miyuki wrings her hands, “I don’t suppose I could have a moment with you in private? If that’s too much to ask, I guess we could talk with… whoever that is, here.” 

“Ah,” L hums, looking back over his shoulder at his companion beside him, “That would be Light Yagami, completely harmless… for now. It would take too long to explain why he’s currently attached to me but…” he trails off, tracing his thumb on his lip as he looks at the massive monitor full of surveillance camera feeds. If he uncuffed himself from Light, he would still be watched 24/7 by Watari and the others, right? Surely it wouldn’t do any harm to the investigation to give himself a one hour break from his experiment. 

Looking back to Miyuki, L smirks, “I believe I could arrange a private moment for us. Light has someone else in this facility waiting to spend some alone time with him as well. He’s been behaving well enough I don’t think it would be too horrible to allow him that. I’ll meet you on the 18th floor… once I find the key for these handcuffs.”

***

A quiet, yet peaceful silence hung in the air as L squatted on the couch across the coffee table from Miyuki. It was strange the way their relationship played out, their phone calls were always filled to the brim with conversation, almost never allowing for a moment of quiet, yet these moments, the ones where each occupied the same room together, were always so silent. Both were so content to bask in each other’s presence. 

L watched her with nearly glossed over eyes, curled in on himself as he studied her every shift and movement on the couch, trying his hardest to commit every part of her to memory, especially since she’d changed so much. The tension in the air that had lingered in the tower for the past week seemed to finally evaporate just by having her here. Right now L felt… relaxed. 

“What are you laughing about?” Miyuki inquires, and L hadn’t even noticed the chuckles coming out of his mouth. She had a way of drawing out the childish joy in him that even he seemed to forget existed. Hugging his knees, he shakes his head, “It’s nothing, I’m simply enamored with you. You have brought a light with you I feared had diminished inside me.” 

Blushing like mad, Miyuki smiles brightly, shining like a thousand stars, “I’m glad. Watari said you’d been missing me lately. You’ve had a lot on your plate and he figured that having me around might give you some peace of mind and focus.” 

“I believe he was correct,” L agrees, “I’d say my sense of peace has risen by at least 60%, and my focus even more so. Though I must admit… my focus is most certainly not on the investigation at the moment. Rather, it’s on someone else entirely.” 

She waves a hand in dismissal, her smile still cheek to cheek. L can barely help the smile on his own face as he stares her down from his hunched position across from her. He could stare at her for hours, there was just something about her that drew his attention like nothing else. If asked 5 years ago, L would say he didn’t believe in love at first sight, but the moment he met (Y/N), that all changed in an instant. 

In an attempt to make some sort of small talk, L hums, “I’d ask how your family is, but your father made it evident on the phone he still hates me.” Miyuki sighs, her smile only diminishing slightly, “Well, you know how papa is, after all that stuff that happened with my uncle getting killed that summer we met, he’s been extra protective of me.” 

“I think it’s only natural for him to feel that way, given everything that’s happened,” L remarks. 

Miyuki shrugs, “I suppose, I just wish he would be more accepting of you.” She pauses for a moment before laughing softly, “You know, my grandma keeps telling me that I should dump you if you aren’t going to propose soon.” Raising her finger she does a poor impression of a scolding elderly woman, “‘It’s been five years and there’s no ring on your finger, you’d be better off finding someone who actually wants to make an honest woman of you.’”

L freezes in his seat, his shoulders tensing and his thumb stopping all motions against his lips. With eyes slightly widened, he nervously asks, “You… don’t plan on taking that advice, do you?”

Noticing the way he was gripping his knees, Miyuki suddenly stops laughing. “Of course not, cream puff,” she assures vehemently. Getting up from her seat, she walks across the space between the two couches to sit next to L. Turning towards him, she puts her hands on the cushions close to his leg. “I told you at the end of that summer that I would wait for you, always.”

The tension in his body loosens at her proximity, but he hangs his head slightly, thinking as he resumes rubbing his lip. He sighs, his shaggy hair hiding his dejected face, “But perhaps… you shouldn’t. I fear your grandmother makes an excellent point, dear. It’s foolish for you to continue ‘throwing your life away’ as your father would put it.” 

Miyuki shakes her head, “What are you talking about? Why would you even say that?” 

With a huff, L unfurls himself from his seat, placing his bare feet on the carpet below him. Resting his elbows on his knees, he studies the patterned floor, tracing each shape with his eyes as he talks, “It’s just that… we have been in a relationship for half a decade now, and in all that time, we’ve spent a total of exactly 164 days, 13 hours, and 37- no, 38 minutes, physically together. This job of mine… it hardly allows for a social life of any kind, let alone a relationship of this nature.” He lifts and turns his head slightly, looking at her from beneath his overgrown bangs, “I simply feel that… you deserve an ordinary life. A life that only an ordinary man can give you… a man that is nothing like me.” 

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Miyuki argues, “You’re just as ‘normal’ as any other man. You’re strong, and handsome, and-” 

“Darling,” he interrupts, “please don’t lie to me. You know just as well as I do that this life I live is far from typical. I never had a normal childhood, never had real friends, and I became a professional detective at a time when I should have still been in grade school.” A pale hand reaches out to hold Miyuki’s thigh, “I care about you… immensely. I want you to have everything you desire in this life, but unfortunately… it may not be something that I can give you, despite my very deep desire to do so.”

Enveloping L’s hand, Miyuki grabs hold of him, tears welling in her eyes, “I don’t care about any of that,” she assures. “At the end of that summer, before you left for your next case, I told you I would wait for you, always,” she scoots just a hair closer, “I meant that then and I still mean it now. I wouldn’t have come all this way behind my family’s back to be here if I didn’t. L… I love you. I don’t care if that means I only get bits and pieces you manage to spare from your hectic life. I’ll take whatever I can have if it means I get to be yours.”

The detective studies her face with a full heart, his tired eyes watching every twitch and shift of her features. She truly meant every word she just said. She is in love with him, and she would do anything to stay in his life… no matter what sacrifices that entailed. For a moment, he thinks of Light Yagami. He may have Misa’s adoration, but L… L has (Y/N)’s devotion. He had half a mind to kiss her right then. 

Miyuki swallows the lump in her throat as her boyfriend continues to stare her down, his eyes flicking between her own and their hands clasped between them. He seemed so far off yet close at the same time, and she knew this meant he was busy thinking about something. His eyes usually glaze over in a certain way when he is lost deep in his thoughts. 

When he continues to stay silent for more than she is comfortable, she squeezes his hand to ground him. “Uh, cream puff?” she nervously chuckles, “Are you okay? Did I… did I say something wrong?”

L blinks, refocusing his attention on the woman at his side. “What? Oh I’m sorry, I just trailed off for a moment.” He releases her hand, repositioning himself on the couch in his typical pose, this time turned to face her completely. As he rubs his thumb against his mouth once more, he begins mumbling to himself, “There’s no way she would refuse… it’s the only way…” 

With increasing concern in her voice, Miyuki bites her lip, “L? Is… everything okay?” 

He ignores her question and instead asks her one of his own, leaning forward ever so slightly to closely observe her reaction. “You love me, correct? So much that you hang by the phone everyday just to hear my voice? That you would wait for months on end just to spend a long weekend with me?” 

Almost offended by the question, Miyuki blinks rapidly, “Of course I love you. I’d do anything for you.” 

“Even upset your own family?” he further questions, “They never have liked me, and I’m sure they’ve tried many times to convince you to end things with me. Perhaps they’ve even set you up with other men your age to get you to forget about me.” 

“Well… yes, they have,” she sheepishly admits, “but I always turned those guys away. I don’t need them, I have the best guy in the world.” 

L smirks at that last comment, “And I always appreciate your flattery, dear.” He tilts his head before continuing his questioning, “If there were a way that we could stay together full time, travel together, and see one another every day, you would want to do that, correct?” 

“Absolutely,” she answers with no hesitation. “But you just said we can’t… because of your work.” 

“Yes I did say that,” he nods, “However, I believe I’ve come up with a solution that would not only benefit you and I, but would perhaps appease your family as well. Or at the very least, give your grandmother one less thing to complain about…” he trails off again for a moment, biting his thumb before raising an eyebrow, “You would say yes if I asked you, right?” 

“Asked me what?” Miyuki questions, thinking there’s no way he could possibly be talking about what she thinks he is. 

“I suppose there’s only one way to find out…” he mutters to himself. Getting up off the couch, L takes the plump hand of his girlfriend before kneeling beside her on the carpet. Looking up at her blushing face, his equally nervous, red, features quiver as he utters the question that has been weighing on his heart for many years, “Would you marry me?”

Her eyes shoot open, nearly wide enough to pop out of her head, “Cream puff… do you really mean it?” 

Swallowing, he grips her hand a hair tighter, “Why would I have any reason to lie to you? I have been deeply in love with you since I was a teenager, and despite the constant distance and secrecy between us, you’ve stayed loyal and faithful to me. If I were to take you as my wife, you would never have to be without me again. You could travel with me for work, I could finally shower you in all the gifts and affection you deserve, and I could sleep easier at night knowing I wouldn’t have to wait even a day to see you once more. I could even tell you my real name after all this time.” 

Miyuki is speechless, her eyes pooling with tears, blurring her vision of the man on the floor in front of her. Shoulders sinking, he loosens his hold on her hand, “But… perhaps that is too much to ask of you. It would be selfish of me to wish to take you away from your family, to want to tie you to me forever,” he goes to stand up, “Forgive me, I should have never-” 

“No,” Miyuki shouts, grabbing his hand and yanking him back down, “I would, I’d do it. I’d do whatever I had to to be with you.” 

“Are you sure?” he asks, a self deprecating sadness glinting in his eyes. “If you want to, we can continue on the way we are. I just… thought that might be a possibility you’d like to consider… I can’t deny it’s a fantasy I’ve indulged in during some of my more restless nights. Thinking of you… it gives me a clarity I can’t find anywhere else.” 

Fantasy. That’s the word he used. He truly felt it was a fantasy to even think that she would want to be with him forever. Yet, after that confession, how could she possibly even think to say no? Under his seemingly aloof and calculating exterior, L was still a man, a man with a heart that yearned to be with the woman he loved. 

“I’m sure, L,” Miyuki mumbles through the tears streaming down her soft cheeks, “I love you so much. I…” she starts crying even more, unable to hold in the emotions filling her heart, “I wanna be your wife… more than anything.”

“So… you will marry me?” he asks once more, just to clarify. 

She simply nods with a resounding, “Yes.” A smile spreads across his lips as relief washes through him. L had solved some of the most dangerous, high profile criminal cases on this planet, but proposing to his girlfriend just now had been the single most terrifying experience of his life. 

It almost comforted him to feel so normal at that moment. He was just a man, in love, promising to spend his life with the one person who meant more to him than anything, as so many ordinary people do every day. He could quickly feel his heart filling up, nearly fit to burst. 

Taking him by the collar of his shirt, Miyuki pulls L to her lips, kissing him with all the ferocity and love she could muster. The first time she would ever kiss her fiance. 

Pulling away, she leans her forehead on his, “I love you, L.” With a smile on his kiss swollen, perfectly pink, lips he reaches up to hold her hair, gently rubbing the back of her head, “And I love you… until death do we part.”

[hutahuta]

Thinking ab Pavia and his sweet tooth! He def takes his gf/partner out for gelato dates. What do you think his reaction would be if his gf made him a homemade dessert? Cute idea that maybe he’s been like “hmm where has she been going these past few days, she comes home late” and then he walks into the house and it is revealed she has been taking baking classes to make him something he’d like ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

P.AGE OO.7 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

fem!reader x pavia || baking desserts ::

hLEPDM THIS IS SO CUTE ARGHGGJ making cookies for my love, I stir and mix ‼️ ty for requesting buty beloved

The kitchen is typically a cozy space that you found yourself drowning your thoughts out. A space adorned with the warmth of flickering oven light and the comforting hum of a mixer. There are shelves lined with various ingredients—flour, sugar, cocoa, and an assortment of spices—creating a vibrant palette for culinary creations. Countertops are adorned with mixing bowls, spoons, and trays of freshly baked goods cooling off, infusing the room with a sense of anticipation. The atmosphere is filled with joy, as you meticulously prepare his favorite treats, sharing not only delightful sweets but also warmth, love, and a sense of home.

You recall a time during one of the many dates you had together, Pavia would mark a question that highlighted at the back of your head which initially started this whole ordeal.

" You know, amore. I wish to try more than one flavour.. If I could, I'd bring you the finest desserts of Piemonte. "

More than one dessert? He deserves it. He works hard, day in, day out. So you made it a personal goal to set yourself a deadline to create a few sweets that can be savoured to share between the two of you. Cupcakes, Panna Cotta, Cannoli, Tiramisu.. Oh my, you knew he'd adore Tiramisu.

Weakly, you picked up the spoonful of batter and took a deep inhale of the sweet aroma that infiltrated your mind with a warm sense of joy. You knew what you were doing.

The recipes you could learn from the basic cookbook didn't offer you much help, but you did the best you can. The classes you took, though.. God, it helped a lot. From the moment you started, from the final touches you added to the batter as of right now; you can't help but admire how far your skills had advanced throughout the months. The skilful use of your fingers pinching and twisting the desserts to create a beautiful swirl, the mix of saltiness and sweetness drizzled into every bite one would take inside of the soft filling; you considered to think of yourself to feel as though you were truly a chef.

Even so, you'd ponder in the back of your head if he'd always wonder where on earth you'd be biding your time. That the worry settles in through the depths of his mind that he can't help but weigh the feeling of you potentially.. distancing yourself from him? Questions would probably plague his mind, had he thought, what did he do? Was it something he said to you before? You planned to explain all of it later, but you knew him well. You knew how he'd overthink quite so often.

Even if you'd been late going back home, it's all worth it.. It's thought that counts, right? Regardless, Pavia always told you that any act of thoughtfulness bespeaks a profound commitment, an investment of time, skill, and meticulous attention to detail, all orchestrated to fashion a sensory delight. So the thought of your worries of him being hurt in the process of your surprise was suppressed at the back of your head. Whatever though.. You knew he never had the time to do fluffy baking with you, but what if you made these yourself? What's more homey than to have a loving girl such as yourself welcome a tired man back to his safe space? A serene thought that make your head swirl with all sorts of concerts that spiralled down into something so deeply fuzzy and admirable..

" Hm.. More sugar? " You asked, quietly mumbling to yourself. Adding more wouldn't spoil the flavour, right?

" He won't mind. " You chuckled thereafter.

The concoction of these delectable treats isn’t merely a culinary endeavor; it’s a soulful expression, an artful symphony that harmonizes flavors, textures, and aromas to compose an edible testament of love. The careful selection of ingredients, the rhythmic blending, and the transformative process within the oven embody the care and consideration invested in the act. Or, that's what you would like to think anyway.

Yet, a soft click ticked in the chains of the door. Maleficent who firmly guarded themself near the entrance let out a quiet whimper that had you peeking your head to wonder if that is who you truly think it is? But the moment you looked down, you realised how dirty you'd become with the flour staining your apron and hands.

" [ Name ] ! I'm home! You're here, no? " Pavia's firm voice had you suddenly unfasten the knot on the back of your apron, throwing it elsewhere before you quickly checked the time on the antique clock at the back. Shit, what time was it? Did Pavia arrive before 10?

You stared at the soft ticks chipping away at the time, noticing how the vintage wallpaper that started to show marks of the cracks wearing in slowly.

You made a mental note to make sure to fix that later.

" [ Name! ] "

Oh, right. You still have time to clear everything away before—

A head slowly peeled out of the corner, the soft licks of Andrea heaping at bare skin of your ankles make you uncontrollably giggle as Pavia followed your voice into the kitchen.

" Something does smell wonderfully sweet. Dear cucciola.." He warmly pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. Suddenly, you witnessed him pause in his tracks to address the sudden situation caving into his mind, trying to piece in every piece of the missing puzzle engraved in his brain.

" But what the hell is this mess, though?.. " His eyes darted towards the counter that littered with sprinkles full of flour and icing peppered across the edge of your fingertips. The stern tone made you quietly snort, immediately casting your gaze away from him.

" N-Nothing, I didn't expect you to come home so early. "

" Likewise. " He stated, bluntly, still taking a good look around the kitchen to see how your quiet, timid self leaned against the counter-top in a sudden weary feeling of dread weighing down in your stomach.

" Ah.. "

You opened your mouth to speak, yet, you couldn't help but stare at him contently for a brief second. How on earth can you possibly tell him that you'd have been spending your time trying to learn how to make simple desserts yet also complex patterns to make them look somewhat luxurious ? You knew he loved the fancy food, but always thought it was a waste to enjoy something once and never have it again. So why not make them so he doesn't have to necessarily waste his money on fancy desserts? Even though this man made thousands.

" Ha.. Alright, you got me. " You raised your hands. Pavia raised his eyebrows at this with the quiet smile lingering in the back.. " You ruined the surprise though.. I expected you to be back home much more later than expected.. "

" Got off the job early today, amore. But, do tell.." He paused, almost in disbelief from the way you seemed to mark his eyes darting left and right to his kitchen being in somewhat of a complete mess.

" Are you.. baking? " He murmured, taking your warm, icing dipped hands into his own cold palms without even having to look at you. You knew Pavia wasn't too mad, (thankfully), but it made you feel quite.. appreciated in some way. Like you could almost tell how he adored the way your smaller figure could even muster such a task to make something as adorable as this?

On the other side of the table, though, it was purely kept clean for the sake of showcasing the desserts in order of height. You remember delicately choosing which place to put each one of them in, from descending or ascending order? Whichever never mattered to you, but now you think about it, arranging them into groups that settled with each other in colours would've been the more suitable order.

" A-Ah..Ha. Well, yeah. I just thought I might do something nice for you. You mentioned quite a while back you wanted to try something new, right? "

" Yes, but I never thought you'd take it quite.. literally. Jesus f*cking Christ, [ Name. ] " The man hastily pressed several kisses against your knuckles, tasting the icing into his own lips before he chuckled quietly to kiss your own. You never had a chance to even say anything before he started confining heated kisses into your face and arms.

" Why do you do such things? What did I ever do to deserve this, amore? " He chuckled softly the moment he pulled away, leaning into your ear to have his warm breath tickle the sensitive area within you. It's as if one part of him felt so relieved that you weren't up to some shady business. He trusted you, wholeheartedly. But could one possibly blame him for having sudden doubts when he thought you might be slowly trying to leave?

"Ha, don't answer that. Your actions speak so dearly.. And your eyes speak the truth of your devotion for me, huh? " And he remembered. He always remembers. All of this was for him. So if you did this, there's no other human or arcanist, be it man or woman or person, who would ever dare to replace you.

This is all your work. Your art. And Pavia guiltily admired every bit of it.

He murmured praises between shaky breathes, unable to stop peppering your lips with eager kisses that may leave you spiralling into madness full of eternal joy. But then, he sighed to let out a quiet mumble, looking directly at you in the face. " Was this why you were so—..?"

" Distant? Yes.. I took the remaining week to partake in some..uh— classes. Sorry.. I didn't mean to come off across as me trying to lea—" Your words, instantly cut off by the touch starved puppy of a man pressing his own body against yours; lips latching onto one another as his previous kisses continued to spill tales of how desperately in love he is with you.

" Jesus Christ, Pavia. " You closed your eyes..

" You did this for me, huh? " He trembled. The warmth of your cheeks heated up, his body starting to succumb into the rising temperatures that combated against the bitter coldness that sunk into his skin like ant bites.

You nodded, sheepishly. The mess was an embarrassment to say the least, but by the gods, if you could, you would describe how utter gratitude wafted over his face, eyes glimmering under the light of the bulbs that flicked a couple of times then and there. He didn't care about the mess anymore, but what he couldn't take his eyes off were the humble sweets you took your own time, money, and effort into making purely for the sake of his satisfaction.

And by the heavenly gods, was he satisfied.

" Come.. Let us clean this space and enjoy your creations, my dear. You truly spent this week to devote it purely for me..? " He still spoke in disbelief, unable to contain the inner childish words that wanted to latch onto this woman and giggle around like a boy that just found a few cents off the ground to buy an ice cream.

You guided yourself to rinse off the icing and batter staining your hands before you sighed to turn around to see your own beloved fawn over at how adorably cute these small treats were. Some were easy, some were as difficult as they looked. Andrea pressed their paws against the counter, equally as hungry as he had looked. The similarities between the two determined the reason as to why you'll forever stick with him and his kin. You are truly his angel, and for this simple gesture, Pavia promises, mentally, that he'd repay all of this back tenfold.

[domxmarvel]

3K follower Boba shop event-My hero academia edition

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Start: March 1st 2023 End: March 20 2023

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Size

Base

Flavor

Topping

Dessert 

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Size:

Small-Headcanon

Large-Imagine

Base:

Milk tea-fluff

Green tea-angst

fruit tea-Smut

Flavor:

brown sugar-Shoto todoroki

Matcha -Izuku midoriya/Deku

Strawberry-Mina ashido

Green Apple-Tsuyu asui 

Orange-Tenya Iida

Lemon-Denki kaminari

Lychee-Eijiro kirishima

vanila-Mezou shoji

Plum-Kyouka Jiro

Peach-Momo Yaoyorozu

Taro-Tamaki Amajiki

blackberry-Fumikage Tokoyami

Mocha-Dabi/Toya todoroki

Watermelon-Himiko Toga

blueberry-Tomura Shigaraki

Mango-Hawks/Keigo takami

Coffee-Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead

Caramel-All might/ Toshinori Yagi

Banana-President mic/ Hizashi Yamada

Pudding (flan)-Fatgum/ Taishiro Toyomitsu 

Lavender-Hitoshi Shinso

acai-Gang orca/Kugo Sakamata

Coconut-Mirko/rumi Usagiyama

Passion Fruit-Vlad king/Sekijiro Kan

Raspberry-Mei Hatsume

Topping:

Boba-Gender neutral

Popping boba-Female 

Jelly-Male

Dessert:

Croissants- “You look really good in my clothes”

Pie- Short quick kiss,followed by pulling them in for a longer kiss

Macarons- “I love you”

Éclair-“You’re the most beautiful being on the earth”

Cannoli-hero x villain

Tarts-“Come back to bed”

cheesecake- "why did you do that?" "Because I love you!" 

Sponge cake-“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”

Brownie-Cuddling 

cake pop-Sick 

S’mores-Birthday

Strawberry Shortcake-“This reminded me of you”

Gingerbread-“Can I kiss you?”

Honey Bun-“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

Churro-“You promised!”

Cinnamon Twist-Praise 

Cookie Dough-Patching  them up 

Cotton Candy-Wedding

Caramel Apple-“You lied to me” “I did” “You told me you loved me” “I do”

Caramel Popcorn-spy

Carrot Cake-Fake dating

Cookie Sandwich-“What if someone sees us?”

Waffle-only one bed

Crepe-“I’ve never kissed someone before”

[bb-babyy]

Patty's Pasteries

Argyle x Reader

Warning(s): None

Summary: Crushing on your regular

Word Count: 1.1K

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After five grueling months of construction, Patty's Pastries had finally opened across the street from Surfer Boy Pizza. But it was all worth it, especially when Argyle could run over and get something sweet during his breaks. He loved pizza, but sometimes his munchies called for something savory and high in sugar.

Walking inside; it was as cutesy on the inside as it looked on the outside. The walls consisted of blue wallpaper and white flowers, while the floor was checkered in a similar color scheme. There were a few booths, but they were all empty despite only being a little past two pm. 

The closer Argyle stepped to the cash register, the more his mouth began to water at the divine scent of freshly baked pastries. A cute little sign with 'please ring' sat beside a polished silver bell. Bringing his hand out, he tapped the top of the bell curve and waited. 

There was a crashing sound along with curses being heard from the back. Argyle's eyebrows rose in concern as a small muffled argument had arisen before it became silent. Argyle strained his ears and listened as a bang of a metal pan was heard before the double doors finally opened. 

"Shut up! And don't you dare burn my kolache rolls, or it's your ass!" you hissed as you walked from the kitchen to the front of the bakery with your back towards Argyle.

"Hello, welcome to Patty's Pasteries. " Looking up, you made eye contact with a pair of pretty brown eyes as you finished drying your hands on your apron. "H--how can I help you?" 

Argyle could feel his mouth dry up at the sight of you. Your face had a lovely gleam of sweat from standing near hot ovens. Flower had covered the majority of your apron while a streak had also somehow smeared across your cheek. Overall you looked like a hot mess, but to Argyle, you looked like an absolute angel. 

"Are you okay? I can, like, totally come back another time." Argyle pointed his thumb towards the exit as he continued to eye the state you were in. "N-no! You're fine. Just my dumb coworker not knowing the difference from a cannoli to the stick in her ass," you scowled.

 Your eyes widened at the realization that you were acting very unprofessional to a customer, and you instantly straightened up. "I'm so sorry. Uhm. What would you like?" A smile slowly crept on his lips the longer he looked at you. 

"I don't really know. This is my first time here. Do you know what's good for a case of some munchies?" Your lips quirked up, and you leaned against the counter to get a better look at him. Argyle could feel his skin heat up at how closely you looked at him. 

"I think you'd like one of our puff pastry berry pinwheels. You can choose between orange, strawberry, or my personal favorite cherry." 

As Argyle began to think about his choices, it gave you time to study him. He was pretty pleasing to the eye. His long silky black hair, soft brown eyes, and his pillowy soft looking plump lips that happened to be moving–

"I'm sorry. What did you say?" You could feel yourself begin to flush after openly staring at him. 

"Oh, I just said that. I think I'll try the cherry one. I mean, if you recommend it, then it should be pretty tasty," he said, not realizing how you had looked at him. You smiled and began to package his order of three pinwheels; you also decided to throw in a jumbo-sized chocolate chip cookie. 

"Oh, I didn't order the cookie…unless I did?" he questioned himself. You smiled, knowing that his mind was most likely faded as he enjoyed his high. 

"Don't worry, it's free." You laughed and rung him up. His eyes brightened up, and his smile grew.

 "Oh wow. Thanks, dude!" He dug in his wallet and placed the money in your hands. His thick California accent came through with his vocab.

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Argyle soon started to come in more and more, always asking for a recommendation, which you happily obliged. You always made sure to be the one to help him when he came in; even if the store was chaotic, you always took your time to help him specifically.

It didn't take long for you to start harboring feelings for him and vice versa. The two of you were making heart eyes whenever the other was around. You were also about 95% sure that he liked you back, especially when he looked at you with awe and admiration. 

The next time he came in, you had insisted that he sit down since you had something special for him.

You had a small white box in your hands before you sat it down in front of him. Sitting on the other side, you waited for him to open it. Five decent-sized puff pastries were powdered to perfection sat and stared up at him. 

"Woah, these look good," he said, looking between you and the box. "They taste even better. Here," reaching in the package, you pulled one out and placed it near his lips. His eyebrows shot up, but he shrugged and leaned in. He took a big bite and pulled back as his eyes widened. 

"That's so good!" His eyes closed as he chewed the dessert. 

"I know how much you love pineapple, so I made something that I thought you'd enjoy," you said, popping the remaining pastry in your mouth. His eyes had unintentionally drifted to your lips as you sucked the powder sugar from your thump and forefinger. 

You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed and couldn't help but smile in delight. You were now 99% sure that he liked you back.

 "Hey, Argyle?" Your voice had made him finally look up from your lips to your eyes.

"Y-yeah?" You couldn't help but smile at his little voice crack. "Do you want to go on a date?" You suddenly felt shy as the words fell from your lips and began to fiddle with the corner of the box. Peeking up through your lashes, you could see a blush on his tanned cheeks. His lips were parted as he processed what you had asked. 

"No pressure, if you don't want to–"

"No! I mean, yes! I am like totally down to go on a date with you." He reached over and held your hands. His cheeks flushed against his complexion, which caused you to smile. His smile only grew the longer he looked at you. Ducking your head into your chest, you smiled at your entwined fingers. 

Your heart was beating a mile a minute knowing that you were right and that he actually liked you back.

"So, pick me up at six?" 

[melancholymetropolis]

Cloud Nine

Pairings: Roommate! Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

Summary: The reader gets stood up and Shinso decides to make it up to her.

Warnings: Explicit Content. Porn with Plot. Slightly edited. Based off of this cover. All characters are aged up.

Author's Note: Hello to all! I have missed you guys. It's been a while. Finals have been kicking my ass but, I am back! This fic is a good blend of fluff and smut. Maybe a little bit of angst. If you would like to commission me, click here! I set a new goal, so please check it! Thanks for your support, it means a lot to me.

Word Count: 4500

The sound of the front door slamming shut resonated through the apartment, quickly followed by the echo of heavy footsteps trailing down the hall. They came to an abrupt pause; interrupted by the splashing of water in the sink and the ripping of a paper towel. He must’ve found the freshly baked cookies I left on the counter. The footsteps sound again but they stop short of my room. A firm knock rattled from my door; I looked up from my laptop and shouted “come in!” My roommate opened the door, appearing in front of me, dressed in his usual attire. Workout jacket and running shorts with a gym bag tossed over his shoulder. Shinso had already taken a bite out of the freshly baked cookie nestled in the paper, and tiny crumbs had been sprinkled around his mouth.

“You’re home earlier than I expected,” he said as he dropped his gym bag by my door and took a seat in my desk chair. “I thought you had a date with that producer guy.”

“Yeah, I did,” I closed my laptop and pushed it to the side. “But, he never showed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Shinso said before taking another bite of his cookie. He chewed it slowly before adding, “I had a feeling something was wrong since you baked.”

“I don’t only bake when I’m sad, So-so,” I replied as I rubbed the back of my neck.

“You’re right,” he took another bite of the cookie and swallowed. “You only make your comfort cookies when you’re sad.”

I gave him a quizzical look and he took it as an initiative to continue.

“When you’re sad or have a bad day, you always make double chocolate cookies with walnuts. And if you’re peeved, you add Nutella in the middle. Like today. So, if you don’t mind telling me what’s wrong, I’d be happy to listen.” Shinso finished off his cookie and brushed his mouth with the paper towel. His purple eyes gleaming up at me with concern.

“It’s just. . .” I crossed my legs underneath me and sighed. All the built-up frustration exploded out of me in three words, “Men are trash.”

Shinso’s face remained completely neutral; he didn’t even flinch at the statement. “How so?”

I groaned and dropped my head into my hands. “Okay, so last week, remember when I was wearing that super-cute outfit?”

“You gotta be more specific, you always wear cute outfits,” he said with a confused look in his eye.

“It was a Tuesday. I was wearing some bell-bottom jeans and a pink halter top that said ‘cherry bomb’. Do you remember that?”

“You had two buns on your head that day,” he added in recollection.

“I did! Well, I bumped into Justin on my way to the studio and we talked for a few minutes. Towards the end of the conversation, he gave me his number and asked me to dinner. I was ecstatic and practically skipped down the fucking street!”

“Sounds like something you’d do.”

“So, we’ve been texting all of last week and this week. I am under the illusion that we’re on for dinner. All of a sudden, he doesn’t reply to my texts this morning. I brushed it off and continued about my day. I went to the agreed restaurant and waited an hour in my car for him. Texting him the entire time, just for him to give me a reply on my ride home.”

“What did it say?”

“‘Sorry, something came up.’”

“Wow. . . what an asshole.”

“I know! Such a fucking jerk.”

We stayed silent for a minute or two before Shinso rose from my desk chair and walked to my door. He grabbed his gym bag from the floor and turned back to me. “I ordered from that restaurant you like, down the street, once I saw the cookies on the counter. I figured you could use some comfort food. It’ll be here in a little while, so I’m going to take a quick shower, then we could eat together. If you’re cool with that?”

“Sure, that’s fine. I’ll see you when you get out,” I replied with a look of astonishment on my face.

“Okay, see you in a bit.”

The pro-hero exited the room and gently closed the door behind him. My eyes remained in that general area, seconds after he left. Processing all the information that he gave to me. Wakatoshi Shinso. . . a man that I cannot describe in words. But, if I had to condense it, to say what he was, all I could say is that he cares. So much about me. Before moving in together, he was simply a friend-of-a-friend. We were cordial, always said “hi” in passing, and never left a bad impression. So, when I found an apartment, and he needed a room, it was a no-brainer. Shinso was the ideal roommate. Quiet, calm, and collected. He always made me breakfast, even though he was always up significantly earlier than I was. If I was too tired, he’d tidy up my leftover dishes and straighten up my things. When I had my period and ran out of pads, he went to the drug store and bought me some. Including chocolate ice cream and painkillers. He doesn’t mind doing the grocery shopping alone and doesn’t complain when I leave my bra on the bathroom door. He wiped my tears when my boyfriend left me and brought me flowers the next day.

Shinso was perfect in every way.

I was lucky to have him in my life.

The doorbell rang and I rose from my bed and raced to the door. Just as he said, Shinso had ordered from my favorite restaurant, as seen by the menu poking out of the biggest bag. I gave the delivery boy a small smile and thanked him, before shutting the door and walking into the kitchen. I placed the takeout bag on the counter and began to take out all the items from the bag. He brought chicken parmesan, mushroom ravioli, fettuccine alfredo, vodka alla penne, and two garden salads. In the second, smaller bag, were two pints of ice cream and complimentary miniature cannolis.

“I didn’t know what you were in the mood for so I got a little bit of everything,” his voice echoed throughout the room, causing me to jump.

“Jesus—” I looked up from the array of food to my roommate. Who was dripping wet and practically steaming from his shower. Grey sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips, extenuating his sharp v-line. He was shirtless, which wasn’t something new, he often walked around the apartment that way; however, the droplets sprinkled about his bare chest were doing things to me. His damp hair was slicked back, combed out of his face. Shinso walked around the kitchen’s island and popped open the lid off one of the containers. The display of his bruised knuckles resting on the counter caused my insides to churn.

Maybe it was the way Justin ghosted me earlier, or maybe it was the way Shinso cared for me— the longer I looked at him, the more I wanted him to bend me over the sink and make me scream.

An intense blush flushed over my face and I instinctively bit my bottom lip.

Without missing a beat, my roommate placed his hand on mine and locked eyes with me. “Is there something wrong?”

“I. . . ugh. . .” I looked away from him and down at the ground. “I’m fine.”

I could feel his violet-purple eyes squint with uncertainty. Shinso gently squeezed my hand and released a sigh. “I was thinking about what you said about ‘men being trash’ and how Justin was an asshole to you.”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe you're looking in the wrong place."

I looked up at his face, taking in his flushed-out expression. Although his wet hair gave him a more refined aura. His cheeks highlighted his boyish charm. Shinso's hand lifted from mine and found itself underneath my chin. My eyes automatically snapped toward his and my breath got caught in my throat. He had an unwavering stare upon his face that made me weak in the knees. Shinso’s eyes slowly closed and brought his face closer to mine. I gripped his shirt and pressed a kiss firmly against his lips. Every muscle in my body relaxed and I felt his arm securely wrapped around me. I moaned against his lips and loosened my grip on his shirt. I dug my fingers in his hair and pressed my body against his.

“I want you,” he groaned against my lips.

“Then, take me,” I replied as I untied his sweatpants. And kissed him again.

Shinso tore away and guided me to the couch. He gazed down at me, a questionable look in his eye. “Are you sure?”

I lifted the oversized tee-shirt over my head and tossed it to the side, My chest was completely bare, my ample breasts in the view of the towering athlete. “I’m all yours.”

Shinso’s eyes darkened. His demeanor was intense and serious. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted my legs to his waist. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” he grunted before capturing my lips in a kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. My bare chest against his; my heartbeat in my ears and his body heat warming my soul. I wanted to be as close to him as I possibly could. I needed to be closer to him than I ever was before. “Take me to your room.”

Without hesitation, the pro-hero took long paces to his vacant space. He gently sat me on the edge of the bed and look down at me. “Open your legs.”

I scooted my by rear further on the bed and placed both feet on the neatly tucked duvet. My knees were facing the ceiling and my clothed womanhood was facing him.

Shinso swiftly dropped to his knees and brought his face to my inner thigh. Featherlike kisses sprinkled along the soft tissue and goosebumps ran up my back. When he got to my core, after taking his sweet time, he pushed the soft short and panties to the side before lapping the dripping center. My legs gently twitched and my eyes rolled back. His soft muscle continued to lap its sweet nectar and I swore I could see God Himself. After a short while, he had gotten bored of pushing my garments to the side, so Shinso tenderly removed them from my legs. I halfway expected him to rip them to shreds but I guess he was too gentlemanly for such savage behavior.

The athlete looked up at me with a wistful expression and asked a simple question. “Do you mind if I use my fingers?”

I paused for a minute and smiled. “Come here.”

Temporarily rising from his position on the floor, the massive man laid his body between my legs and hovered his face above mine. “Yes?”

“You use whatever you see fit,” I replied while looking into his eyes. “I trust you.”

Without so much as a second glance, Shinso walks to his nightstand and unlocks the bottom drawer. He pulls out a Hitachi wand, an eye mask, and bondage cuffs. “Are you comfortable with these?”

A blush dusted my cheeks as I looked at the items. “Oh my, I never knew this side of you existed.” I reached for the eye mask and placed it on my head. Then, I lifted my arms over my head and gripped the bedpost. I winked and finally said, “I’m ready when you are.”

Shinso turned to the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom. “I should’ve confessed sooner.”

I nodded with appropriate enthusiasm and widened my legs. “Please continue what you had been doing earlier. I want you.”

The athlete reached down to my face and pulled the eye mask over my eyes. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

His feather-like touches littered against the right side of my body and I swore I could feel my senses come alive. I felt the bed sink in between my legs and his warm hands reposition my hips on the bed. “Hold your legs up for me, baby.”

I did as instructed and took a deep breath.

I could feel his hot breath fan my naked cunt and all I could do was drip in anticipation. His coarse thumbs spread the thick lips apart; cool air fanned my bud. After a few seconds of no movement, his hot mouth pressed against the dripping mess. A long, deep moan arose from me, as my legs jolted again. He blew against my womanhood, creating a slurry of my nectar and his saliva. I could feel it drip down my cunt and to my rear slowly. Seductively almost. His soft tongue pushed its way into my smooth center and I felt my walls clench. He bobbed his head forward and back; probing me with his tongue as he went. I furrowed my brows and arched my back. Gripping the back of my knees, I bucked my hips against his mouth as slutty moans left my lips.

“Mmm. . . you feel so good, So-so,” I chanted as I whipped my head to the side.

He groaned against my womanhood, before pulling away briefly. He reached up the bed and gripped his desired item. Once I heard a distinctive buzzing, I knew it was the wand. He pressed the toy against my bud, possibly wanting to see my reaction to it. I moaned at the light vibrations and squirmed underneath it. A hum passed his lips as I felt his fingers gently toy with my entrance. One finger slowly went in, curling upward to the desired pleasure button. Shinso used that finger for about a minute before adding a second one. He presses his fingertips against the roof of my cunny and started to jab them upward. I bit my lip and dug my nails into my thighs at the added friction. I could feel a soft pool gather in my stomach and I knew my climax was near.

“Oh fuck! Oh, fuck!” I practically yelled as I gripped the sheets.

Shinso kept his same pace. I could imagine observing the incoming orgasm rise from my toes down my calves and thighs and to my abdomen.

I furrowed my eyes again and brought my legs closer to my chest. “Oh fuck. Oh, fuck! Oh shit!” My legs shoot violently as my toes clenched tightly. My breathing increased and tingles encased my whole body. Then, all of a sudden, all the feelings in my body stopped. And all I could hear was the buzzing of the vibrator in my room. For those two seconds, every fiber of my being clenched, including my walls around Shinso’s fingers. I could feel tears form in my eyes as a throaty moan fell from my lips and my back arched against the bed. I released the grip on my legs and allowed them to shake chaotically against the mattress. I reached under my head for the pillow and squeezed it around my head as I rode out the pleasable wave.

When my legs stopped shaking and my breathing calmed down, I released the pillow and lifted my head. “So-so?”

“I’m here,” he swiftly replied before removing the eye mask from my face. Shinso looked at me with a loving expression and placed a hand on my cheek. “Are you okay? That seemed pretty intense.”

“It was,” I replied looking at him with doe eyes. “Can you just. . . hold me for a while? I don’t think I’m ready to continue.”

“Of course.” He climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around me. His violet eyes gazed down at me with such repertoire that it was almost impossible to keep contact.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked feeling so insecure.

“No, I just. . .” Shinso cut himself off. Somehow trying to find the right thing to say at that moment. He pulled my body closer to his before pressing his lips to my forehead and saying “ I love you.”

I froze. My breath caught in my throat. My heartbeat pausing its usual rhythm. My mind was completely cleared of any passing thought. “How. . . long have you known?”

“Not too long. About a few minutes.”

“Wait,” I pulled away from him and sat up in the bed. “What do you mean ‘a few minutes’?”

Shinso took a deep breath and followed my motions. “I realized I loved you when you told me you trusted me and proceeded to relinquish control. I had never seen you so vulnerable with anyone and we have known each other for five years. It meant a lot to me and everything else just. . . clicked in my brain.”

“So, all the ordering food and tampons. . . you didn’t do that to get me to put my guard down? You did it just because?”

“Well, yeah. I thought that’s what good roommates do. At least, that’s what Tendou says they do.”

“Wow. . . I. . . need a minute to digest. . . all of this.”

“Take your time.”

I spent the next few days hovering about our shared apartment. Replaying those three tiny, tiny words in my mind. I love you. He loved me. Shinso loved me. He didn’t do all those nice things because he wanted to use me or my body for his pleasure. He did it because he wanted to be a good roommate. Shinso wasn’t the type of man to say things he didn’t mean— hell, he doesn’t even speak the majority of the time. He meant what he said. And I couldn’t gather my thoughts to see how I felt about him. I knew what he meant to me. I knew I didn’t see myself living with anyone else and the thought of him being with another woman infuriated me. After a short while, I picked up a pen and grabbed my keyboard to write a song.

Justin found time to text me again; notifying me that he wanted to make up for our failed date by giving a free studio session. Being the starving artist that I was, I took up the offer. On a whim, I texted Shinso to meet at the studio, half expecting him to decline my answer. He didn’t. Shinso walked into the small room, still in his volleyball uniform. His violet eyes brightened when I smiled at him. He gave me a small smirk and a short wave.

Justin, completely taken back by the massive player, gawked at Shinso’s sheer size. “Damn, how tall are you?”

“Six foot four inches,” Shinso stated in a bland expression.

“Wow,” Justin turned away from the athlete and back to me. “I’m ready when you are.”

I took a deep breath, readjusted my keyboard, and looked ahead. “I’m ready.”

I started playing the keys and looking down at the lyrics on my notebook page.

I don’t want to seem the way I do

But I’m confident when I’m with you

I looked up at Shinso with a weak smile.

Lately, all I feel is bad and bruised

Tired of tripping on my shoes

I squeezed my eyes shut and finished the rest of the course.

But when he loves me I

Feel like I’m floating, when

He calls me pretty, I

Feel like somebody.

Even when we fade,

Eventually to nothing,

You will always be my favorite form of loving.

I opened my eyes and looked up at Shinso. His cheeks were a slight pink and his eyes were slightly closed. He seemed somewhat embarrassed by the lyrics, yet really into them.

I finished the lyrics, making sure I kept eye contact with him for the entirety of the song. I watched his shoulders relax, and jaw clench at the sound of the lyrics. He leaned forward as if to hear me better. Shinso’s boyish charm was completely exposed and I was loving every second of it.

When the song ended, Justin stood up and clapped from the other end of the glass. He clicked a button and shouted for me to come out.

“You were so good!” He practically shouted to the top of his lungs. “I should’ve gotten you here sooner.”

“I’ve been trying to tell you,” I said with a chuckle.

“Please tell me you’re free this Friday, there’s someone I want you to meet,” Justin gave me a hopeful look.

“Actually— “

“She has plans with me this Friday,” Shinso chimed harshly.

Justin looked between the two of us and simply nodded. “I totally get it. Shoot me a text when you are free though. We should talk business.”

“Of course!” I replied with a smile.

Shinso and I trotted out of the studio shortly after the exchange. He remained silent within the elevator of the building. Inside the cab home. And, as we walked through the front door. It was after he retreated into his room and took a shower when he finally spoke to me.

“Did you write that song for me?” Shinso asked after taking a seat in my desk chair.

“I did,” I answered simply.

“Does that mean you. . . share my feelings?” He proceeded to question me.

“Yes, I love you, Shinso,” I offered the response slowly.

He rose from my chair and sat across from me on my bed. “Tell me again.”

“I love you, Shinso.”

His lips captured mine in a heated kiss. His calloused hands pulled me closer to him as mine latched in his hair. I leaned back against the bed and spread my legs to give him more access. I moaned against his lips and moved my hips against his groin.

“Do you want to continue?” Shinso asked as pulled away. “We can always—”

“Hurry up and grab the condoms from the top drawer,” I interjected as I unhooked my arms to peel my shirt off.

Without a word, the athlete scooted from the bed and did as he was told. Shinso swiftly removed his sweats and tossed them to the side. He ripped the plastic packet open with his teeth and rolled the rubber on his member. He climbed back onto the bed proceeded to yank my bottoms off my body and spread my legs. Shinso positioned his member against my center and looked up at me. Once I gave him an eager nod, he sunk himself into me. A soul-shaking moan erupted from the two of us, followed by a curse underneath our breaths. He leaned down to give me a soft kiss before slowly rocking his hips against mine.

Gentle moans fell from my lips as I arched my back against his thrusts. “You feel so good, baby.” I brought my hands up my legs and navel; I latched my digits onto my ample breasts and gave them a slight squeeze.

Shinso readjusted my hips and lifted my legs in the air. His fingertips pressed firmly in the soft flesh of my thigh as he had begun to drop his hips down onto mine in such a harsh manner. My walls clenched around him, as I felt myself begin to ooze even more onto him. The new stimulation was making my whole body heat up and I desperately wanted more of it. I gripped the sheets tightly and gazed at his flushed-out face.

God, he looked so powerful fucking me like that. His muscles flexed with each thrust and sweat began dotting his abdomen. The pink hue on his cheeks and the clenching of his jaw made my insides tingle.

I was more attracted to this man than I could ever possibly know.

Suddenly, his pace started to slow down and his hips started to spasm. Just a tad. He was so close to his peak.

“You take me so well, sweetheart,” Shinso grunted lowly. “You’re tight cunt is milking me dry.”

I smirked. “Are you about to cum?”

His violet eyes narrowed and he paused his thrusts. “On your belly, now.”

“Yes, sir,” I teased as I rolled onto my stomach. Chest pressed against the bed and hips in the air.

The athlete gripped my hips as he eased his member back into me. “Rub that needy clit of yours, nice and slow.”

I tucked a hand between my legs and flicked my fingers softly. A small moan fell from my lips as my hips began to twitch slightly.

“Looks like you’re not gonna last too long, baby,” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Of course not, you know how to make me cum,” I said with a giggle.

“I am the only one that will be doing that from this point on, understood?” His gripped tightened around my waist and I could feel his hips begin to twitch slightly.

“Understood,” I grunted as I felt the warm pool fill in my stomach. “I’m getting close, baby.”

“Move your hand faster,” Shinso instructed while keeping his pace.

I flicked my wrist faster and immediately felt the climax rising my legs and thighs and gathering at my stomach. I clenched and released my walls several times before releasing a gurgle-like moan. “Ahh fuck. Ahh, fuck!”

“You better not stop moving your hand, princess,” he warned in a low tone.

“I’m not! I promise!” I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. “Please let me cum! I wanna cum so bad! Oh, God!”

“Go ahead, you deserve it,” he grunted as he began to move his hips faster.

“Oh fuck!” I gripped the sheets tightly and moved my hand even faster. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

I clenched my walls ever so tightly and squeezed my eyes shut. In the pit of my stomach, I felt a soft soap bubble pop and ooze out to the rest of my body. My entire body clenched, and my hand pressed hard against my clit as I rode out the orgasm. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my tongue fell out of my mouth. Drool dripped down my chin as the stars behind my eyelids faded. After a few seconds, I slumped forward onto the bed and opened my eyes.

“Oh fuck. . .” I gurgled as my body finished twitching.

Shinso slid out of my smooth canal and kissed down my sweaty back before laying next to me. He gathered me into his arms and looked down at my overly stimulated body. “Promise me you’ll be mine and only mine.”

With half-closed lids, I looked up at him and said, “You buy me food when I’m sad, you get me tampons when I’m bleeding, AND you made me cum so hard I almost blacked out. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you be with someone else.”

He chuckled. “I love you.”

“You better, because you can’t get rid of me. I’m in too deep,” I replied as I snuggled closer to him. After a short moment of silence, I said “I love you, too.”

[oitommothetease]

Invisible String (Epilogue)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)

Word Count: 1.5k words

Warning : fluff, domestic Bucky, sort of found family ig

3 YEARS LATER

Life with Bucky was everything you could imagine. It was filled with cheesecakes, doughnuts, pies, cookies, cannoli, and love — so much love that there was no room left for any other emotion.

It took Bucky a year to get out of the club and another 6 months to settle and start the bakery. You were right beside him on every stage. Just like he was there for you. Therapy helped you, although it took you 3 months to find a suitable therapist who understood you. Apparently, finding an appropriate therapist was harder than dating. But after a while, you were terrific at both tasks. Dating more than therapy, but it was because of your very understanding partner and your combined efforts. 

Your therapist helped you learn a lot about yourself  — ways to move on from your trauma — forgiving people for your own sanity. Again, it took some time, but now you were in a much healthier place.

You were advised to get closure with your parents and especially your sister. You didn't deem it necessary. Besides, who needed a family when you had a hot boyfriend? But of course, your therapist didn't think this was a good approach. And she told you to stop deflecting serious conversations with jokes. You didn't like that. Only Bucky was allowed to call you out on your bullshit. So, you just rolled your eyes and begrudgingly called your family the next day. You told them how their remarks hurt you, but when they told you to ‘stop overreacting’, you decided to cut them out of your life for the better.

It didn't hurt as much as you expected it to. You had Bucky, your friends, and Steve took up the role of a brother in your life. Ever since you came clean to him about everything 3 years ago, he had been very protective of you. Not that you minded — your sister never cared for your well-being, so it was pleasant to have a sibling figure in your life. 

You realized that family was so much more than the people you grew up with, it was about choosing the people who wanted the best for you. And you had that. 

You finally completed your book. The editing process took more time than the actual writing. But nevertheless, you finished it and published your book. 

After this massive milestone in your career, Bucky and you bought a bakery together — the bakery — Invisible String. The name had more significance to your life with Bucky than you initially thought. Bucky surprised you with a gold necklace on your second anniversary. ‘One single thread of gold tied me to you’, meant so much more than just a necklace. It was what you both yearned the most — each other. You two had agreed very early in your relationship that marriage and kids were something you did not wish for in your future. At that time you were scared, nobody wanted a woman who did not desire a family — but you were more than relieved when Bucky voiced his preference of not wanting that either. It was just you and him for the rest of your life, and you were content with that.

The stairs in the bakery led up to your home. Home. You finally had a home that wasn't your parents' place or an apartment you settled down in. It was home and God, it had everything to do with your partner and nothing with the place. 

“Honey,” the very familiar voice of Bucky brought you back from your thoughts, “Can you please come down?”

You made your way to the stairs and found Bucky standing in front of the oven with a whisk in his hand. When he saw you, he stopped whisking the batter, grabbing a clean spoon and dipping it into the bowl until there was dough on the end. 

Leaning back against the counter, he turned towards you, holding up the spoon for you to taste.

You took his wrist in your hand and raised the spoon towards his mouth before smothering some dough over his lips. He was about to raise feigned offense, but your head raised, slowly licking his lips before your tongue made its way inside his mouth, sharing the taste of the batter with him.

You scrunched your nose in faux dislike before giggling at his worried brows. “It's wonderful. Peter will love it.”

He licked his lips, tasting the remnant of you and the batter before muttering, “Needs a little salt.”

Eyes sparkling with mischief, you could read his every emotion. He was about to repeat your antic with another spoon of dough, before taking you into the bedroom, when your phone rang.

You swirled your finger in the batter and Bucky gently took your wrist in his hand, sucking on your finger when you mindlessly answered the ringing phone. 

“Hello,” you answered, your voice barely audible, lust still surging in your eyes as Bucky moaned around your finger.

“Stevie!” You greeted when you heard his voice on the other side. He was telling you about all the things you and Bucky had to take care of for Peter's graduation party and you hummed, mind still blurry as Bucky kissed your knuckles, waiting for the call to end, so he could finally have you all to himself. 

“You know what?” You suggested, voice louder than required. You cleared your throat. “Why don't you just text me the list and I'll call Wanda and Pietro?”

You didn't wait for his answer, immediately hanging up the phone, you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck, mouth instantly seeking his.

He pulled you flush against his chest, his hands resting on your hips. Bucky turned your body, lifting your hips to situate you on the kitchen countertop.

Bucky swallowed the gasp that left your mouth and instantly deepened the kiss. “Do we have time to spare?” he asked when his mouth trailed its way towards your jaw.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer towards you as you mumbled, “We always have time.”

***

“’Traffic’, huh?” Sam inquired teasingly as you and Bucky entered his home. 

“It’s funny because I took the same route, but did not encounter any ‘traffic’,” Pietro chimed in, faux pondering as you moved towards Bucky to hide your face in his chest. 

You saw Peter and took the opportunity to avoid the conversation. “Congratulations!” you strode towards him, pulling him in for a hug. “Sorry, we are late.”

He shook his head and said, “It's okay. I’m glad you guys are finally here.”

Bucky was saved from Sam and Pietro’s interrogation by Sarah sprinting towards him and pulling him in an embrace. When Bucky came to congratulate Peter, you moved towards Wanda, who was enjoying the way you were embarrassed.

“Hey,” you wrapped your arms around her, “Where is Nat?”

 “Her sister got in trouble again.”

Pietro, clearly invested in the new conversation, came to stand beside you before mocking, “If Nat were here, you and Bucky wouldn’t be the only one stuck in the ‘traffic’.”

Wanda smacked his arm playfully, and you looked at Sarah — in hopes that she didn't hear. She was playing with Bucky — oblivious to your conversation. Turned out, Sarah wasn't the only one — Peter and Steve didn't pick up the topic either. They genuinely thought that you were just stuck in traffic. 

Dinner went by filled with laughter, jokes, and you and Sam spent 15 minutes explaining to Steve what the ‘traffic’ meant when Sarah retreated to bed.

Afterward, everyone settled in the living room. Bucky took a seat beside you, instinctively wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and placing you on his lap just like he always did. 

“The cake was amazing,” you reminisced, repeating the words you said to him all those years ago at the same place.

Bucky chuckled, delight filling his eyes at your words, “I will make cakes forever for you, doll.”

You hummed, smiling while wrapping your arms around his neck. You sighed in content, situating your head in the crook of his neck and placing a gentle kiss there. 

Furthermore, you didn't think it was possible, but Bucky engulfed you tighter against his chest. “Did you think you'd be crazy for me when you walked in for the bartender's job?”

You giggled, remember how you had said those words to him, and pressed a soft kiss in the crook of his neck. Moving your face to place a kiss on his lips, you whispered, “I love you.” 

“And you know, you weren't wrong,” you considered, “We are alright.”

He raised his hands, cradling your face, “I love you,” He rubbed his thumb along your cheek and dipped his head towards you, pulling you in for another kiss. “And we are more than alright, doll.”

Bucky was correct. You were more than alright. You didn't know what the future held. But one thing you knew for sure; you were home. 

Bucky Barnes was your home. 

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A/N - Um, I’m gonna go cry now. I hope you like this. Take care!!

[glitterge1pen]

You Like Pizzelles?

Dabi x reader, sfw, fluff, 3,774 word count 

Carefully you scooped batter onto the molds, then clamp the waffle iron shut. You repeat this process several times with the other irons lined up on the big metal kitchen table. The bell above the door rang and you sighed, whoever it was would have to wait just a minute. You had just put those pizzelles on and they needed about thirty more seconds.

“Give me a moment and I’ll be right with you!”

“Hello, thank you for waiting, what can I get for you?”

“Hello, thank you for waiting, what can I get for you?”

The man on the other side of the counter didn't speak, simply pointed at one of the wrapped stack of pizzelles that were sitting in the glass dessert display case. They were in a plastic bag with a blue ribbon on a tray with the other vanilla spice and strawberry drizzled cookies.

“Great choice! Is that all?”

You ask in your best customer service voice. He nods, pays in cash, and leaves all the change in your tip jar before leaving. With no one else in the shop you head to the back again. As a bakery you specialized in pizzelle cookies. The cookies lasted a few days, you would come up with new recipes to put out. Cinnamon roll pizzelles with icing, chocolate stacked raspberry sandwiches, you would roll the pizzelles to make cannolis.

Most mornings you made bread which always sold out. Occasionally a pie or two, some cake or croissants to make the display case look less boring. But the pizzelles, you were known for them for good reason. You had perfected the skill of cooking them. Didn’t even have to time how long they were on the irons or how much batter to scoop, you just knew at this point.

As the day wore on more customers came. You sliced the key lime pie down to three slices, the last of the pizzelles had sold, the dessert case was empty besides the remaining pie. Opening the display case open you began to take the trays out, getting ready to do the dishes and then close the store.

The sun was ready to set and you propped the back door open to let the air flow. It was spring, and your back door had a vast beautiful view of the lavender field off in the distance. Grass and plants almost came right to the door, only the parking lot pavement that marked the land as rural, made it human. One of your friends calls and you talk to them on the phone while you close. When you finally hang up and head to your car it's dark out, the night sky lit brightly by the milky glow of the moon and array of stars.

While you can hear the crickets, the buzz of the night, you are the only living creature in sight.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The next morning you start with the bread, lay out some pre-made pizzelles, mix cream to stuff cannolis, you wanted to bake a batch of biscuits as well, thinking it was a good day for biscuits and butter. With the front of the store partially stocked you decide to open. Going to unlock the front door you are surprised to find the man from yesterday waiting, sitting on the steps leading up to the bakery, cigarette held loosely in his fingers.

“Hey, vanilla spice strawberry drizzle, how are you?”

You say pushing the door open and flipping the closed sign around. He stands turning to face you, you conclude that his expression is pensive and somber.

“Was just out here waiting,”

He had not spoken yesterday so it felt as if his voice was revealing itself to you now. He flicks some ashes away, they tussle in the faint morning breeze.

“Sorry about that, I would have let you in sooner if I had seen you,”

Which may be true, you didn't like to open early for anyone, but he was someone you had never seen before. Your shop was not on the small main street, it was a five minute drive away on the old main street that the county had abandoned some years ago. Your building was the last standing, only rotted wood and piles of fading brick remained of the other businesses, having been relocated. But your shop was often the first building most travelling on the road would have seen for miles, you got a good handful of travellers, and of course the locals you knew well.

But a stranger reappearing? That was a little exciting,  

“What can I get you today?”

You ask circling around to stand behind the register. Today he points at the citrus pizzelle, it's a thicker cookie, with whipped cream and dried oranges. He grabs a boxed orange juice from the glass door fridge at the far end of the store, placing it with the box you've put his cookie in. Hey pays, and then sits at one of the tables you have placed along the window. You stare for a moment, trying to decipher the atmosphere, he didn't seem like someone who did much small talk but you wanted to know why he was in town. When he catches your gaze and holds it, you want to turn back to the kitchen but you don't.

“Would you like some pie? It's from yesterday,”

You were going to put it back in the display case this morning but you needed something to say, feeling like talking about anything other than pastries was overstepping. He tilts his head, taking in the offer.

“Sure,”

“One slice?”

He shakes his head and holds up two fingers, you nod and turn to the kitchen to cut the pie. You bring him his cuts on a plate with a fork, but when you go to leave he speaks again.

“Aren't you going to sit?”

Struck with nerves you have to guide yourself as you pull out the chair across from him. Closer to him now you find it difficult to not look in his eyes, such a contrast from his wine colored scars. His hand lazily offers you the fork but you shake your head.

“No, you should eat,”

He shrugs and takes the first bite of the key lime pie himself. You want to try your chances.

“So, you staying here for long?”

Another shrug and another bite. You take that as a sign that he's not one for talking but then he answers despite the lull between your words and his.

“A few more days probably, while I’m here I might as well eat good,”

He says gesturing with the fork to the bakery.

“You eat at Jims yet?”

You ask a bit more comfortable.

“You mean the only other place besides here and that tiny little market where you can get food?”

You smile, the sarcastic bite to his words telling you he too is comfortable with you in the bakery.

“So you've heard of it?”

You say it just as sarcastic.

“I can only have so many burgers you know,”

“I see, in that case, it looks like you're stuck here,”

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

You expect him the next morning. He's the first person you see all day. The same black jacket, the roots of his hair showing, a flashing thought to mention it and ask why he'd dye such a pretty color, and the cigarette smoke clouds around him like a deformed snake. When the bell rings your mouth moves to greet him with your usual spiel but he gets to it first.

“What do you got today?”

“Lemon pound cake and pomegranate pizzelle cannolis are supposed to be today's big hits,”

“Then give me a little of both,”

You leave him the plate with his treats, you would sit with him again but youre extra busy today. A call had come in as soon as you opened, a mom asking for three dozen cupcakes for her child's birthday. She would pick them up on her way to visit her child at school, all the cupcakes had to be done by noon. You had a post it note that had the words ‘green, blue, fish, glitter,’

You were climbing on the step stool to grab the edible glitter, then the big bowls for the frosting. You already had the cupcakes in the oven, while they cooked and cooled you would work on the frosting. Ducking below the industrial counter you had in the kitchen, you moved around different containers looking for the fondant. You were planning to roll the fondant out thin and cut out starfish, goldfish, and some shells to put on the cupcakes.

But no fondant. Your next shipment of supplies wouldn't be around for a few more days. You sighed, discontent, mind racing to find something else to decorate the cupcakes with.

“Busy?”

You yelp, startled by the intrusion of the stranger. He had his plate resting next to the register, arms propping him up on the counter, you realize he must have moved there to watch you fumble about the kitchen.

“Oh my god, I didn't see you there, but yeah, I need to get these cupcakes done for an order but I can't think of anything to use to decorate,”

He nodded showing he was listening, when he was done chewing on the lemon cake you were surprised by the suggestion he made.

“I’ll go the store”

“Huh? I can't make you do that,”

You say rushing to face him on the other side of the counter.

“I’m going to go the store regardless,”

You teeter on the thought, biting your lip in thought, he was a customer and it seemed wrong to make him run an errand for you. But god those cupcakes.

“Fine,”

You resolve and he grins, leaning off the counter, pushing the now empty plate towards you.

“What do you need?”

“I’m thinking gummy sharks and swedish fish, and any other fish shaped candy you can find,”

He nods, and when he tells you he’ll be back soon you yell out a sincere thank you to him as the door closes.

When he returns with one of the plastic bags from the gas station you rush at him, almost engulf him in a hug but pull back when you remember you don't actually know him that well. You keep saying thank you as you dump the candies on the table, stabbing the bags with a knife to open them quickly. He had found octopuses, fish, and the classic gummy sharks. He was still standing in the same spot, watching you.

“Do you want to help?”

You ask, unsure of the words even as you say them, but he nods. Following the path you take to get on the other side of the counter. You move one of the bowls of frosting towards him, and give him some food dye.

“Stir and make a good color,”

“How much do I put in?”

“However much you think is good,”

He looks at you while he lets a single droplet fall from the food dye into the frosting. You nod and he stirs, the white now tinted green. He adds another drop and stirs, repeating the process. You leave him be to check on the cupcakes, touching them with your palm to see if they are cool enough yet. You have forty five minutes till noon, you'd have to rush through frosting the cupcakes.

A clank, he's put the bowl of green next to the already completed blue bowl of frosting you've made.

“Hey, these match pretty well,”

He nods in agreement.

“Do you think you could chop some of the shark tails and fins off? I’m thinking I’ll frost and you decorate with the candy,”

You can see a glimmer of doubt, possibly concern, in his eyes.

“You’ll do fine, you kinda just stick them on, watch,”

You say prepping a frosting bag with a scoop from both frosting bowls. Twisting the plastic easily around your hands, the movements solid and routine for you. Twirling a thick rope of frosting over one of the chocolate cupcakes you put one of the shark bits he's ripped up in the frosting, add a few sprinkles from one of the nearby bins.

“See, it's simple!’

He doesn't look convinced but he does as told. You work mostly in silence, occasionally the radio sitting in the window plays a good song and you hum along. You refill the bag a few times as you move over the trays of cupcakes. He not far behind you, placing little fishes into the frosting. You manage to decorate and frost with ten minutes to spare, which is just enough time for you to box everything up.

“I really can't thank you enough, I wouldn't have been able to get all this done without you,”

“Dont worry about it,”

“Come on, you have to let me do something for you in return,”

With his hands in his pockets, looking at his shoes he says,

“When I come in tomorrow, I’ll just take the pizzelles for free,”

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The next morning he is there just like he said. And the morning after, and after. He comes every day for a whole week. You sit and eat with him if you have the time. Often when he finishes eating he’ll come sit on the counter in the kitchen or try to help. But he hadn’t come by today. All day the pang you felt only grew. You imagined he had left, that you hadn't even been able to say goodbye. You stood at the front of the store a little longer, thinking maybe he would appear in the minutes before closing but he made no appearance. Locking the front door you started to close down for the day.

Kicking open the back door, it was dark out already, the green outside an ocean. You felt stupid for being so attached to someone after such a short period of time. You almost started crying while doing the dishes, hands in the soapy water so you couldn't wipe away the tears. Because you realize you didn't know his name, and you were sure you'd never told him yours.

“Hey, what you crying for?”

Water, suds, and bubbles fling into the air as you whip on your heels. There he is. He's without the coat. A white t-shirt and an open blue button up.  

“Nothing,” which is a lie, “I just didn't feel well today,” the words are far too rushed and you have to wonder if he knows why. He's standing with his back on the brick wall just next to the back door. Cigarette in hand as he waves the smoke away as you come to be by him, bringing with you a bucket from the kitchen to sit on. For a graceful moment there is quiet between you.

“I was thinking, I don't know your name,”

You tell him as you both admire the open landscape and crisp clear sky. He hums considering what you're saying.

“It's Touya, but no one calls me that. What's yours?”

When he repeats your name back to you an undeniable warmth plasters over the earlier disdain you had felt. He hums approvingly, saying the name again, like it's a good tasting cider he has to swish an extra time around his gums.

“Wanna help me do dishes?”

“Only if you let me have the days left overs,”

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Half a week has passed and now you don't worry if he doesn't come during the day, he’ll come by while you close. You aren't sure what he's up to on the days he can't come in the morning, he still is evasive and vague when you ask about personal matters. He won't tell you why he's in town. Once you saw him using the old payphone at the edge of your parking lot, so you know he isn't a complete wanderer, he's tethered somewhere.  

He had not visited yet, so you left the back door open, knowing he'd eventually wander in. You'd spent yesterday boiling jelly mixture before letting it sit overnight in the fridge. You take trays with the jello molds out of the fridge and set them on the table with gentle clink of metal on metal. You're turning over the jello from the molds onto the wax paper when he comes in.

“This is the raspberry stuff from yesterday,”

He says reaching for a piece of jello but you smack his wrist.

���They aren't done yet, you can't have any,”

He pulls himself up next to the sink.

“When will they be done? I want one,”

“You can get one tomorrow morning,”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yes?”

You say squinting your eyes at him.

“Those are gonna sell out before I get here,”

He says grinning as he finds the stock of pizzelles you had made for tomorrow resting next to him on the counter. He knows the rules and only eats two.

“They won't be sold out if you come here early and help me unload the truck,”

You say in a sing-song voice hoping he'd agree, which he does.

“You’ll have to be here early though,” the flames on the stove come alive, the chocolate in the pot dissipating as the flames warm, “like sunrise early,”

“That's...good actually”

He's musing on something and you aren't sure how to ask him what it is. So you offer the spoon to stir the chocolate, when he puts it in his mouth instead of stirring you scold him with a smile. When you turn back from the drawer you find he doesn't even have to stir really, the chocolate is perfectly melted.

“Woah this melted fast,” you say taking it from the stove with oven mitts on, “all that's left is to dip,”

You drop one of the jello sticks into the chocolate, then with two spoons maneuver the jello until it's covered in chocolate. Taking it back to the tray on the spoons. It was a delicate process, you didn't want to break the jello. You let him take a jab at it but he can't get the jello back out. Too meticulous for his taste. Instead he opts for putting the finished trays in the fridge for you. He stays until the only thing left to do is turn the lights off and lock the back door.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

In the morning you keep the warmth of your drink close to you. Letting the steam rise to your face. You're sitting on the single step that's in the doorway at the back. Touya appears with a backpack on his shoulder, which you immediately point to as odd.

“Its for midnight snacks that you will be supplying me with,”

He takes several stacks of pizzelles, a bag of the chocolate jellos, a loaf bread, and eats a croissant while you two wait. The sun had just come up so the sky was pink, bits of blue and orange mixing with the clouds. The fields of lavender present in the air.

“When's the truck coming?”

As if on cue the truck comes. You only see the driver every few months but that doesn't mean you don't give them some pizzelles. While the driver takes a break and stretches their legs you get to work unloading everything. Meringue powder, fondant, a new box of plastic frosting bags. You mass bought sugar and flour, and were stunned by how many sacks of flour Touya could carry at once.

When the truck was rid of the packages with your name you thank Touya and the driver. Waving the driver off as they back onto the street.

Now that it's just you and Touya, you offer him a drink and he tells you that after the drink he has to go. He's never said that before. But you don't point that out. You put off opening, opting to sit with him at the backdoor. He crushes the can in between his palm, tosses it in the dumpster. Says he’ll see you around. Which he also has never said before. So you know. You don't watch him leave as the early morning turns to plain morning.

You make vanilla spice strawberry drizzle pizzelles the next day, as some private homage to your now gone friend. The smell of cigarettes lingers for a few days. But soon that is gone as well. You realize how much time you spend alone in the shop when Touya isn't there wasting time.

A month has passed since Touya left town and the semblance of your old routine has begun to feel more natural. You're closing up the shop when you notice a thick envelope stuffed into the mailbox that's hung on the wall next to the entrance. You must have missed the mail when you went on break, but you can't think who would send mail to the shop. Anyone who had business sending you mail knew where you lived. So it's with caution that you open the envelope.

Cash. Three full stacks of cash. You close the envelope shut quickly. You check the address and name on the envelope again. It's your name in terrible handwriting. You flip the envelope over trying to find a return address but there is none. On a folded piece of paper, in the same terrible scrawl that's an envelope is a short letter also addressed to you.

I left. You know that already. I should have said bye. Forgive me. Send me pizzelles. I’ll only be here for a week. Respond.

The letter perhaps the sweetest Touya could manage. Pleading with that last word of ‘respond’. You take a picture of it. Afraid to lose it. Your mind repeating the address he gave to send him cookies. The cash you wonder about but you're thankful for it despite what you don't know. You pretend to think about not sending him pizzelles, the smile as you finish locking up infecting all parts of you.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

A/N; Several years ago I had this dream where I worked in a little cottage that I had turned into a pizzelle shop. I spent all of my days making pizzelles and dipping them in chocolate. Chocolate dipped pizzelles were all I sold and I tied them with purple ribbons. The house was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by big soft blades of grass that came to my waist. Dabi is here because if he's going to be my thematic parallel he should also be trapped in my psyche with me :D like we get it you succumbed to the darkness blah blah blah :D also yes I do not use his name until the end on purpose :D I'm not a Italian I just really like pizzelles :D he world pizzelle no longer looks real to me :D

[australiancarisi]

Sonny Carisi ~ It Reminded Me of You

the inspiration for this was literally a Ben & Jerry's ad on my facebook Not spon but B&J if you wanna sponsor me hit me up ada!Sonny x Detective!Reader A non-covid world all errors are my own v sorry words: 1365

It felt like weeks since you’d actually spent quality time with Sonny. You didn’t even have to be doing anything you could just sit next to him while he sat on his phone for hours just as long as you were actually with him, that’s all you cared about. It was so much easier when you were both working as detectives, sure you were working and being professional but you were just with him more often than not.

Now that he’s an ADA however, it feels like your schedules just never line up. And yes of course you still get to work with him it’s just not the same level.

You texted Sonny earlier in the day to see how his workload was going, hoping he’d be home at a reasonable hour. It was Friday and you had the full weekend off, not even on call. Liv even promised the only way you’d get called in was if it was a matter of national security. She’d seen how down and exhausted you had been lately and she wasn’t having it - Mama Benson will not let anything happen to her people.

When Sonny replied saying he’d managed to plead out his most pressing cases and that he see you at his place for an actual home-cooked meal and a weekend of doing nothing, you felt yourself burst with happiness.

You were packing up your stuff for the night saying goodbye to Kat and Amanda as they walked out when your phone rang.

A dopey grin spread across your face like always and Fin rolled his eyes, heading into Liv’s office.

“Hey Handsome, I’m just packing up my stuff should be at yours within the hour”

“Doll-“ you knew that tone, you knew it was gonna be bad, something had come up “I’m so sorry Hadid just handed me about 8 files that all are being arraigned on Monday, I’m gonna have to put a rain check on that meal” it wasn’t just going to be a rain check on the meal though, you knew Sonny and you knew he was going to work over the weekend. He put so much pressure on himself to make sure he did well and got the justice the victims deserved that he would exhaust himself on his only weekend off in about 3 months.

Tears welled in your eyes, you looked to the ceiling and blinked them away, determined not to let any fall.

Taking a deep breath to steady your voice before replying, “it’s okay Son really, work is more important”

“Nothing is more important than you Doll” you smiled sadly at his words

“I love you Sonny, it’s okay there will be more dinners and lazy weekends”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course bub, I love you” you reassured him.

“I love you too Doll, I’ll be home as early as I can”

Home.

It wasn’t official but you had basically been living at his apartment lately in an attempt to see each other a little more.

You hung up the phone, throwing it a little aggressively on your desk as Fin and Liv came out of her office. With tears still in your eyes, you sat down and looked up at the two of them.

“y/n...” Olivia started, she knew your plans with Sonny had fallen through, she always just knew.

“Don’t Liv. Please. Because if you say anything I’m gonna cry and I won’t be able to stop” you sighed your voice cracking slightly

“Do you wanna go for a drink? I’m sure phoebe won’t mind” Fin smiled sadly

“N-no” you cleared your throat “no I’m fine I’ll just get some more paperwork done here. You go home”

“Nope, you are not staying here. Go home y/n, get some rest” Liv pulled you up from your best wrapping an arm around you

“Sometimes I just wish he was still here” you whispered

“I know... me too...” Liv sighed

You said goodbye to Fin and Liv out the front of the precinct, reassuring them both that you were in fact okay and grabbed a cab back to Sonny’s apartment.

“Actually just let me out here… Thanks” you smiled to the driver, handing over the money and jumping out of the cab and walking straight into the 7/11.

You walked around the small 7/11 store trying to decide what you wanted. At this point you didn’t really feel like anything, you just wanted Sonny. You spotted the ice cream and well if you weren’t going to get to spend the night with Sonny at least you could spend it with Ben & Jerry. You took your time scanning the different flavours, a very important decision.

Cookie dough...Strawberry cheesecake...Chunky Monkey...

Then your eyes saw it. You grabbed the pint of ice cream and paid, quickly walking up to Sonny’s apartment.

Sonny rubbed his face in exhaustion and sadness. It felt like he hadn’t made any progress in the past hour on any of the cases he had been handed just before he was about to head out the door. He’d had such a plan for the weekend. Tonight he was going to cook your favourite meal and spend the night on the couch watching whatever stupid romcom you could find on Netflix. He planned to take you out on Saturday, walks in the park and maybe the art gallery and then Sunday, his favourite day, he was going to let you sleep in as long as you wanted and make you your favourite breakfast in bed and spend the day doing absolutely nothing. He was going to turn your phones off and spend the day lying in bed, order in any food you guys wanted because it was going to be the last day of just the two of you for probably a while. And now it was all gone to shit because of these cases in front of him.

Sonny loved being an ADA but right now he wished he never left the NYPD. Groaning as his phone pinged with a message he looked at it. It was Liv.

I know you are busy but please go home to girlfriend and get some rest, she needs you

Sonny frowned and typed out his reply

is she okay?

she just misses you Sonny and knowing you, you miss her too

how’d you know i was even still here?

The reply was just a screenshot of Liv’s find my friend's app. Sonny let out a laugh and sent back a heart before packing up his stuff and heading home.

When Sonny finally walked through the door of his apartment it was just before 10pm. Much earlier than you’d expected him. You shot up from the couch when you heard someone at the front door.

“Hey Doll” Sonny smiled putting his briefcase down at the door and shrugging his suit jacket off, letting it fall to the floor without a care in the world

“Sonny!” you ran to him and all but jumped in his arms. It felt silly but you really had missed him.

“I’m sorry Doll” he mumbled into your hair

“what for?”

“for messing up our plans, I feel like I just keep cancelling everything” he sighed

“hey” you pulled back from the hug and cupped his face making him look at you “do not feel bad. I understand, your job is important. Hell, how many times have I been called away? This is just how it is, but I’d rather only spend 5 minutes with you than a lifetime with someone else”

“I love you so much doll” Sonny blushed brushing his lips against yours “I’ll have to work a bit tomorrow but I’ll get everything done and then it’s just you and me all day Sunday” he held his pinky up to you “pinky promise” you grinned wrapping your finger around his. Sonny kissed your hand before leading you over to the couch. “now who replaced me tonight?”

“Chris Evans” you grinned flopping down onto the chair. Sonny reached for the ice cream on the coffee table “oh, and Ben and Jerry”

“Cannoli flavoured?”

“It reminded me of you” you whispered, snuggling into his side.

[abbacchios-sunflower]

Cute Christmasy Abbacchio x Reader Drabbles uwu

I love Christmas and I’m way too soft for Abbacchio, what can I say? I’ve never really wrote self insert stuff before but like, it’s kinda fun lol, if people like actually this stuff enough/I’m feeling confident, maybe I’ll try writing an actual self insert fic with some of the scenarios lol, maybe?? idk

It’s more or less self indulgent, sfw, reader is a short af stand user in Passione, everybody lives au because fuck you canon, let my goth man and his pals be happy lmao.

Under a cut just because it’s kinda long lol.

Abbacchio loved Christmas as a kid, but kind of fell out of love with it the older he got, especially after he was thrown out of the police force. He doesn’t hate the holiday or anything, it just kind of depresses him seeing the others having fun and he can’t find a whole lot of joy in much anymore. The only thing he tolerates is the little Christmas party the gang has at the hideout, but even then, he’s only there for the booze when it comes down to it (which Bruno always keeps an eye on him, just in case he tries to have too much).

But he has you now too, and having someone always around that deeply cares about and loves him makes things a little better every day, so he tries to enjoy the holidays again, indulging you in whatever little traditions you always keep.

He wasn’t really one for decorating or anything himself, his mother and grandmother did all that when he was young, but you do need him to hang some stuff you just can’t reach, to which he obliges (he finds your short height so darn cute). After it’s all done, he kind of forgot how cozy and nice everything looked this time of year, he’s glad you wanted to do this.

Without you realizing however, he himself decides to help more with decorating and manages to hang some mistletoe in every single doorway in your shared apartment, that way he has an excuse to kiss you every time either of you come in and out of a room, and he definitely holds true to it.

He doesn’t care for the cold, but it also means he gets super extra cuddly when you’re together. Most nights you both fall asleep on the couch together, snuggled up to each other as close as you can get, watching old black and white movie reruns

Surprisingly, Abbacchio knows how to bake thanks to his grandmother, but he rarely did it for just himself. None of the guys know about it, he’s a pretty private guy anyways, so it’s definitely a special thing that he let you know something like that about him. It just came up one day when he saw you bought some boxed sugar cookie mix to make Christmas cookies and was frankly appalled by its presence on the counter.

“Dolcezza, amore mia, what are you doing with that cheap, boxed shit? Have you ever had one of my nonna’s cannolis?? Get a bowl out and come over here, she gave me the recipe, if you tell anyone this, I’ll kill you… pfft, you don’t ever buy this store bought shit with me around” (he doesn’t mean it of course, he can just be a bit hyperbolic, but if he’s sharing a family recipe with you, that’s huge honor, he really adores you)

You get those matching ugly Christmas sweaters for you both, sure he’ll say he hates it when you first show it to him, but you see him wearing it whenever you put yours on, silently accepting it, you make sure to get a picture of him in it.

The power goes out for the night thanks to a thunderstorm so taking the opportunity for a cozy night in, you light the fireplace and make a blanket nest on the floor in front of it for you both to sleep in. You fall asleep tangled up together, exchanging many soft kisses and snuggles.

It’s a bit tricky hiding gifts because he can be so damn impatient and can use Moody Blues to trace where you hid the gift. You manage to catch him in the act of using replay though on you and he gives up the search.

You spend Christmas Eve alone together, Abbacchio takes you out to dinner and when you get back to the apartment, you turn on the radio for a bit while you get ready for bed when he gently grabs your waist, holding you very closely. You giggle as he slowly dances with you for a bit, just enjoying your presence.

Christmas morning was rather quiet, you make breakfast together and finally exchange gifts. Your day has been crashed though because Trish and guys show up to the apartment. Abbacchio’s visibly irritated by the intrusion, wanting it to be a nice day with you, but you kiss his cheek and smile, that alone softens him up.

“Thank you for a wonderful Christmas, dolcezza” he quietly rubs noses with you and sweetly kisses your forehead.

[domxmarvel]

Cafe event-Twisted wonderland edition Part 2 (Closed)

Guidelines 

Start: 10 may 2023 End: 15 may 2023

A/N: I did this for my 3K milestone and really enjoyed it. This one will be open for a week and has some new prompts

Order:

Size 

Drink

Flavor

Pastry/Dessert 

(Click to zoom in.If you’re having difficulty reading anything you can find them in text format under the cut)

Size:

Small-Headcanons

Large-Imagine/fic

Drink:

Coffee-Angst

Tea-Fluff

Frappuccino-Smut

Flavor:

Strawberry-Riddle rosehearts

Green Apple-Malleus Draconia

Kiwi-Lilia Vanrouge

vanilla-Azul Ashengrotto

brown sugar-Jade Leech

Passion Fruit-Floyd Leech

Orange-Leona Kingscholar

Coconut-Jack howl

Lavender-Vil Schoenheit

Forest berries-Rook hunt

blueberry-Idia Shroud

Lychee-Divus Crewel

Pastry/Dessert:

1 Croissants- “You look really good in my clothes”

2 Pie- library

3 Macarons-secret notes

4 Éclair-“You’re the most beautiful being on the earth”

5 Cannoli-Sleepover

6 Tart-“I missed you”

7 Cheesecake-au (Of your choice)

8 cupcake-Jealousy

9 Sponge cake-“You’re the only person I want to spend my life with”

10 Brownie-Kiss 

11 cake pop-Sick 

12 S’mores-Birthday

13 Strawberry Shortcake-Unrequited love

14 Gingerbread-Yandere Reader

15 Honey Bun-”This isn’t how I wanted you to find out”

16 Churro-Prince/princess Reader

17 Cinnamon Twist-Praise 

18 Cookie Dough-Fixing them up (Tie,hair,clothes etc)

19 Cotton Candy-Merfolk

20 Caramel Apple-Yandere x Yandere

21 Caramel Popcorn-”Names,now!”

22 Carrot Cake-Fake dating

23 Cookie Sandwich-”You weren’t supposed to see me like this”

24 Waffle-“Can I have this dance?”

25 Crepe-“I’ve never kissed someone before”

[sweetness47]

BAKING TOGETHER

Pairings: Dean x reader, Sam x reader, Dean x Cas, Sam x reader x Dean x Cas

@spndeanbingo​ – Castiel

@spngenrebingo​ – friends to lovers

@spnkinkbingo​ – face fucking

@samwinchesterbingo​ – Bakery owner! Sam

@teamfreewillbingo​ – Bakery AU

@castielspnbingo​ – Room mates

@deanandsambingo​ - fluff

WARNINGS!!! 18+ READERS ONLY!! MATURE CONTENT!!!! Fluff, smut, anal penetration, vaginal penetration, fingering, oral, language

Final word count: 2708

Sam stood proudly as he surveyed the new sign going up. “Fresh Baked & Awesome” was going to be the best café/bakery this town had ever seen. And his would be the first bakery in the small settlement, so it was potentially going to be a huge deal. He’d already sent out coupons and flyers for opening day specials. People had already been coming by to see if it was open for business.

“Looks great Sammy.” Dean commented from behind. Sam turned to his older brother. Dean had a huge grin. “Nervous?”

“Ha, never. You?”

“Nope.”

While the two brothers and their friends had pooled together to get this bakery open, it was originally Sam’s idea, which made Sam manager by default. No one could deny the natural ability to lead and delegate chores and jobs. Sam just had a way with people in general.

YN was inside putting the finishing touches on the kitchen organization. She had labeled absolutely everything, and made sure the health inspectors found nothing but a clean, well maintained cooking area. All her ingredients and storage were pristine both in capability and in cleanliness. Fridge and freezer met the same criteria. Everyone had aprons and hair nets, including the guys. YN, being the head baker, would spend the majority of her time in the back, baking and decorating, but would also tend the front if needed.

Dean and Castiel would be the main front counter personnel. They were in charge of the tills, the coffee machines, soda fountain machines, and the display area. If something needed to be restocked, or if they were out completely, they were to notify YN, who would have frozen, ready to bake items standing ready to pull.

The menu board, a chalkboard style with colorful displays, was ready, listing prices for muffins, pastries, cakes, cookies, special order cakes, coffee (regular and specialty), cannoli, tarts, pies, soft drinks, cinnamon rolls, breads, and macarons.

The four friends had each pledged one menu item as their specialty, they were all fantastic cooks, and prided themselves on their work. Sam’s addition was the tarts, he loved all kinds, especially lemon. Castiel was a natural with macarons, no one knew how he did it really, but damn, they were amazing. Dean, of course, was the pie master, as he dubbed himself, having been a fanatic of the round dessert for what seemed like ever. YN, although good at everything on the menu, had a particular fondness for cookies, and had already begun baking batches for the morning.

The bakery would be open daily from 7am to 9pm. Tomorrow morning would be day 1. The four friends called it a night around 11pm, knowing they would have to be here early for baking. The boys would be helping bake the first day, so everyone was to show up at 5am.

The floor above the bakery served as the living quarters for the four friends. There were four separate bedrooms, and a shared living/dining space. The renovations for the entire building took 6 months to complete, the friends doing most of the work themselves, and with some quality equipment from Bobby’s Business Equipment, and some occasional volunteer help from Dean and Sam’s Dad. They worked hard, making sure the entire building was the very definition of perfection, every crevice, every nook, every cupboard.

Dean couldn’t sleep, wandering into YN’s room as he sometimes did, seeking the one thing that would help him sleep, mind-blowing sex. It was a friends with benefits thing. Sometimes Sam sought the same solace, but he wasn’t the restless one tonight. Dean removed his clothes, crawling in to join YN, who began removing her tank and shorts when she heard him enter. His mouth found hers as he moved his body to cover hers, kneeing her legs apart and sliding his cock into the warm, wet heat.

The alarm rang at 4:00am, and the four friends dragged their asses to the showers. There were two showers, so they took turns, sometimes Sam or Dean would join YN to save time. This morning, YN snuck in to join Sam, who had somehow managed to beat her to her favorite bathroom. He grinned as she stepped into the shower behind him, and he turned to her, pushing her against the wall in a heated exchange of need. She didn’t mind being their fuck buddy, and neither of the brothers minded that she was one to both of them.

Cas was the last to shower and dress, Dean having beaten him to the other shower. YN went down to start prep for the baking, turning on the ovens, making a list of all the goodies that would need to be out by opening, including the croissants, bagels and the cinnamon rolls. The coffee machines were turned on and warming up as well. Dean prepped the till before joining the others in the back, and set to work on the pies. Today’s opening day specials were cherry, apple and blueberry. All the ingredients were homemade, even the fillings. Sam worked on getting muffins ready, focussing on carrot, blueberry, chocolate chip and banana, and raisin bran. Castiel worked on cinnamon rolls, then moved to macarons. YN, being YN, baked cookies, then cakes to decorate later.

Half an hour before opening, the whole building smelled wonderful, the mixture of baked goods providing a tantalizing aroma for the 7 am opening. Crowds had already formed outside, lining up to check out the new bakery. When the door was officially unlocked at 7:00 am on the dot, the display counter sported all sorts of fresh goods, assorted bagel flavors, croissants, muffins, donuts, cinnamon buns, some still warm, and all mouth-watering. Coffee had been made, and the tills were busy right from the first moment.

Sam and YN both helped with front counter, getting orders ready while Cas and Dean took orders and payment. By the end of the first hour, YN had to go to the back to bake more goods. The dozens the four friends had made in the morning were almost depleted. The biggest surprises were the amounts of cookies that were being bought this early, and the cake orders.

By the end of the first day, after expenses, the bakery had pulled a huge profit, more than they’d originally estimated. Word spread like wildfire to neighbouring towns, and business was booming by the end of the first week.

Four exhausted friends sat at one of the tables after closing Saturday night, and toasted their success. Sam stood, beer in hand, “To the best opening week ever. None of us could have predicted the business succeeding our wildest expectations. To the three of you, without whom I would never have been able to pull this off.”

YN, Dean and Cas stood, each sporting beers as well. “We want to toast you Sam, without your vision and leadership, this would never have become reality.”

Sam blushed. “To us.”

“To us!” the four friends cheered together, clinking bottles and chugging back a swallow. They finished cleaning up and went upstairs.

Sam followed YN to her room, closing the door behind him. He had spent the night there since opening day, and while she didn’t mind, she was beginning to wonder why the sudden change.

“YN? Can we talk?” It was as if he’d read her mind. She turned to him, and gestured to the bed so they could sit. “I want to thank you for putting in all the extra hours in the kitchen, first of all. I know you’ve been getting up super early to put extra ready-to-bake goods in the freezer so we don’t run out.”

YN shook her head. “I’m the head baker, it’s kinda my job. You don’t have to thank me.”

Sam didn’t let her finish. “I love you.”

YN felt her jaw hit the floor. She wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. “What?”

He moved closer to cup her face in his hands, then he pulled her close to place a soft kiss on her lips. “I love you YN.” He saw the hesitation and mild confusion in her eyes. “I don’t know when the feelings changed. But watching you this week, every time you smile, every time you greet me or Dean or Cas, every time you talk to a customer, every thing you do, you do it with a grace and gentleness I can only dream about. Your laugh is infectious and your eyes are like bright emeralds. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else.”

Her heart leapt to her throat, and her stomach did flip flops. Fuck! And even more surprising was her response to his words. She realized she felt the same way. “I love you to Sammy.”

He brought their lips together once more, but it was different this time, it wasn’t a friends with benefits thing anymore. His touch, his entire demeanor, changed. He pulled back to dig into his back pocket. “I want you to marry me, be my wife, my partner, and my life.” He opened a small velvet box, revealing to her a stunning, vibrant, diamond ring with garnets accenting the center stone, and set on a 24 karat rose gold band.

Tears pooled in her eyes. “Yes.” She said as she extended her hand so he could place the ring on it. He lowered her to the bed, and they made love that night.

~~

Cas was super happy for the couple when they announced the news the next morning. Dean was happy too, although he sported a hint of jealousy. Cas watched his friend smile and congratulate his brother, but also saw the sadness behind the joy. His heart ached. Cas had a major crush on Dean, but had never told anyone. He knew Dean didn’t see him like that, or he assumed it, since Dean was known to seek the company of females, even YN.

Two days after Sam and YN had announced their engagement, Cas asked Dean to go for a drink with him. At the bar, they sat and talked, laughed, and it felt good to see Dean smiling again by the end of the evening. They walked home and hugged before going to their separate rooms.

After a week and a half of just drinks, Cas asked Dean to have dinner with him. Dean didn’t think much of it, but he was happy to spend more time with Cas. He loved the easy going nature Cas displayed, his ability to take any situation and turn it into joy and laughter. Dean also was in love with his beautiful blue eyes, the ones that shined like sapphires under the moonlight.

Dean was in love with Cas, and had no idea.

The restaurant had a special candle lit table prepared for the two men as they entered. A bottle of fruity red wine sat in a bucket of ice. Dinner was already ordered and was served shortly after arriving. Dean hummed in appreciation at the perfect rare steak with mashed potatoes, gravy, and mixed vegetables. The waiter poured the wine, which complimented the meal perfectly. Dean and Cas both stole glances at the other, neither sure if they wanted to make the first move at conversation.

Finally, it was Dean who spoke, although the dinner had been Cas’s idea. “This was a beautiful surprise Cas. I loved it.” He paused, biting the inside of his cheek. He’d never said this before to another man, so the whole experience was very new to him. “And I’m falling in love with you.”

Cas simply stared at Dean, speechless. It took all of two seconds for Cas to leap off the chair and pull Dean up so he could claim his lips. Dean responded, his arms wrapping around Cas, pulling him closer. Cas whispered in Dean’s ear. “Home, now!”

They threw money on the table for the waiter, who was smiling at the romantic scene before him, and couldn’t get home fast enough. The two stumbled on the stairs, kissing and fighting to get each other’s coats off. They went to the shower first, stripping down and getting under the steamy spray. Dean knelt down and stroked Cas’s length, already hard from their kissing, and took him in his mouth. Cas groaned at the sensations that washed over him, grabbing Dean’s hair and fucking his perfect mouth. “Dean!” he cried, shooting cum down his throat. Dean swallowed, licking off the excess and then coming to kiss Cas. They finished in the shower, drying off at super speed, eager to get to the bedroom.

Cas’s room was closest, so they stopped there, Cas pushing Dean to the bed. “Fuck me.” He ordered.

Dean made a noise that sounded like a whimper, scrambling to obey his lover. He pushed Cas to the mattress, found a jar of lube on the bedside table, and generously greased both his aching cock, and Cas’s tight sphincter. Then he was pushing in, both men growling at the pain and pleasure as it mixed, swirled in them, then Dean bottomed out and the lovers sighed. Bliss was the best word they could think of for the whirlwind of new sensations that was overwhelming them.

Dean pulled back and went in again, pushing the other man further into the soft bed. “Harder!” Cas exclaimed. Dean grabbed his hips then, and began to fuck him faster, pounding into the tight ass hole with lustful need. Dean’s cries echoed off the walls as he came inside Cas, semen pouring out from the hole as it pumped into him.

Cas went and grabbed a cloth, washing Dean off thoroughly, then drying him off. Then he pushed Dean down to his knees. “Open your mouth again Dean.”

Dean eagerly complied, his mouth opening wide, ready to take Cas once more. He ran his tongue along the impressive length that was Cas, musk and salt and sweat mixing together as he grabbed his hips to steady himself. Cas grabbed fistfuls of hair, making sure Dean didn’t go anywhere while he fucked his mouth. He pounded hard, thrusting in as far as he could, Dean struggling to take it without gagging.

Cas felt powerful as he made Dean his bitch, fucking his face and making him swallow every single drop. Dean had no complaints. He loved Cas’s assertive nature, his dominance of him, the way he ordered him around the bedroom. Cas cried Dean’s name once more as he shot cum down his throat again, Dean making sure he took every single damn drop.

~~

One month after opening day, Cas and Dean announced their official status as a couple. Sam and YN hugged them both, thrilled they’d found each other. The restaurant itself had gotten so much attention, customers, and good press, that they decided to open a second bakery in the neighbouring town, 20 minutes away. Cas and Dean would manage the new location once built, and Sam and YN would stay to manage the other.

The first month had brought in enough revenue to pay back any loans they’d taken out, pay their salaries, and put down money for the new building. Even then there was still some left over. YN planned to make some extra frozen goods to get the second bakery up and running once it was finished. The boys worked day and night to get the new place up and running, even hiring some staff at both locations to help with customers.

The opening day of the second bakery/café, the four friends were there together, celebrating, John, Bobby, Charlie, Ellen, Jo, Garth, all their friends came as well. Loud cheers erupted from the large group when YN took off her coat to reveal a new tee shirt, sporting the following: FRESH BAKING IN THE OVEN. The would-be parents received numerous congrats and hugs. Life just didn’t get any better.

@legion1993​

[svucarisiaddict]

Masterlist- as of 9/12/18 this list will not be updated. New fics, drabbles etc, will go to the individual masterlist. Thanks for reading!

WHC for lingere for SVU guys

Sonny Carisi x reader

     Sonny storyline

Sonnyverse OC’s

Just pretend to be my date

Part 2 pretend to be my date

Just stay with me

You can take my picture 

Pizza night

You’re cute when you.. 

  Anxiety

I really need you 

Night before the wedding

Pegging

It’s Summertime

You’re always #1 

Better than cannolis

Vaca

Prime suspects

Encouraging Sonny

Not been a good day

TLC

Picture day

Can you come get me please

I’m not jealous

Baby blues

I don’t want to lose you

Cute helper

Two little bears

Conceived on the 4th of July

Giggle

Here we go again

Caroline text pic

They’re my world

You are mine

Working late text

Wake up cause I can’t do this without you 

Caroline is crawling!

Text from Sonny

Losing Jonesy

Magical

Strip tease for Sonny

My Heart

Cooking with Caroline

     Sonny abandoned storyline

So It begins

One year later

Sonny gets help

     Sonny one shots

Yog

A-Z Headcannon NSFW

Keeping secrets

It’s your fault we’re in trouble

One more night based off the Maroon 5 song

Nick Amaro x reader

Nick Amaro one shots

NSFW Headcanon A-Z

Make me

Theme park fun

I don’t want you to stop

Nick likes it rough *nsfw*

Nick Amaro storyline

Amaroverse OC’s

Nick makes you dinner

Well I’m glad you think of me when you’re drunk

Are you seriously going to leave without asking me,,

Is there a reason you’re crawling through my window?

Nick and pregnant wife smut

Would you hold still

To me, you are beautiful

Motorcycle accident

I really need you

My weirdo

I might have had a few shots

Nick text

Daddy/daughter day

You’re always #1

Kidnap and rescue

Vegas lights *nsfw*

Kisses

Over the line

Lipstick smudges

Touch

Mike Dodds x reader

     Mike One shots

I fell in love with my best friend

Beach day

Mike babysits Noah

He likes it when you watch 

Meeting Michael

NSFW A-Z headcanon

NSFW A-Z headcanons take 2

NSFW A-Z headcannons take 3

Meeting Mike for the first time

Leave your key

I’m ready Mike

     Mike storyline 

Doddverse OC’s

That was kinda hot- how Mike and reader meet

First apartment

Thigh riding

Meeting Anne

Taking care of one another

Adopting Denny

Telling Mike you’re pregnant

Dinner Party

How the parents react to the pregancy

Mike’s proposal 

Wedding Day

Wedding pic

Lie to me

Isaac birth

He has my...

Isaac text pic

French toast man

Mike comes home after first day with SVU

It’s a girl

Dinner quickie

Saturday mornings

You have no idea how I feel, all you do is work. 

Mike makes dinner

Mike gets shot-Heartfelt passages redo

You lied to me

Caught in the act

Late nights, long hours

Taking the kids to the park

That night-*mentions miscarriage*

My friend Uber

Fine. Go part 1

Mike text

Fine. Go-reader before the fight

Fine. Go-Mike before fight

Fine. Go. Mike at work interlude

Text from Mike

Fine. Go part 2

Changes

Fine. Go. part 3

Mike helps you say goodbye

Fine. Go. ‘Fin”. 

Making up

Morning Kisses

Making muffins

Celebrate

Shopping deal

Daughter’s first day of school 

Cookies

Peter Stone x reader

Peter one shots

I’m gonna take care of you, okay?

Peter cheers you up

Kitten gets a thigh ride

Sleep in my bed-Peter Stone x male reader 

Batter up!

So what if we had sex..

Sweet kisses

A pretty girl makes all the difference

Pizza  night

Flirting with Peter

Second chair

Peter Stone storyline

Stoneverse OC’s

Would you mind if I kissed you?

Cohabitation

Reception

Honeymoon smut

Honeymoon

Elegant bride 

Late for work

Babymoon

Julian pic text

Try again

Audra birth

Peter

Chi-town to the Big Apple

My life

Wanna Bet

Weekend

I was stupid enough to fall for my best friend

Right kind of crazy

Showering with Peter

Snuggles with Petey after a long day

Pencil me in?-smut

Blessed

Peter gets glasses

Audra the artist

Come here

Boys day

Love you most

That’s my favorite

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

How bout some good ol sans and reader fluff prompts 👀

{ Oh, yes!He deserves space, too! }

🍪 🍪 🍪 Sans x Reader: Bad cookies 🍪 🍪 🍪

Sans is surrounded by “master chefs” (and the quotation marks have their significance). His brother is not the only one who loves cooking because you love cooking, too. Sans does not know if he should be glad because you and Papyrus have something in common and Sans loves watching the two of you cooking together but Sans is also worried because he must taste the things you cook. These things are not always edible. It’s a challenge! Eating your food is a challenge!

To break the ice he always tells one of his magnificent jokes (ok, he actually makes the temperature colder) but he wants to distract you from your real purpose: make him taste your horrid meals. “Why was the cook arrested? He was caught beating an egg”. Don’t you find his joke super funny? “Did you hear about the Italian chef that died? He pasta way. We cannoli do so much. His legacy will become a pizza history.” Ok, this was totally awesome. You look at Sans with a confusion look. “My wife’s such a bad cook she uses the smoke alarm as a timer.” Ouch! That was bad. You sigh but Sans thinks his jokes are super funny. Ok, you are a bad cook but he is a bad comedian.

You want him to taste your cookies you baked with love. Sans is not very sure about it and your cookies have a bad look… They don’t seem very edible. He is afraid and he is sweating. Shit, he must find a way to escape from this situation without offending you. 

He is on a diet! Yes, he is. Trust him! Ok, he is a skeleton and it makes no sense! Why should he be on a diet? He’s made of bones! WTF?! Sans says that his bones are fat and you cannot understand. He is very sad he cannot taste your cookies but his diet is so important. Then he teleports away but you don’t give up! You are going to bake some dietetic cookies. Sans cannot run away for the rest of the eternity!