#he's also making fudge in that bowl

[woodland-gremlin]

Fruitloops

“We’re home!” Conner bellows, posing like he just won the Super Bowl, with Tim behind him looking exasperated.

“Welcome home,” Danny says from the kitchen. “I’m just finishing up the Fudge.”

Hearing the word Fudge Conner cheers before running to the kitchen door. “I call licking the spoon!”

Tim freezes before rushing to catch up with Conner. Danny’s Phantom Fudge was legendary and there was no way he was going to give up the right to lick the spoon without a fight. Conner may have super powers and a head start but he didn’t free Bruce from being stuck in the time stream with his boyfriends by just his good looks, though they certainly helped.

He looks around to see what can give him an advantage in his quest for legendary Fudge when he sees something that causes his heart to drop. League of Assassins garb peeking out through the hallways closet.

His mind began to work in overtime trying to figure out what this could mean. While it seems like one of the League’s assassins is for some reason hiding in his closet, that also makes very little sense. If one were here they would never make such a mistake. It could be one of Danny or Conner’s souvenirs that they liberated from the League when the three of them blew up a bunch of their bases. But that doesn’t explain why they would be in one of their apartment closets, they keep that stuff in the Nest with the rest of the stuff connected to their alter-egos. Though Danny does like to bring some of his inventions here to fiddle with sometimes, he usually phases them into things to hide them when he isn’t working on them.

As Tim prepares for a fight while trying to figure out the assassin grab Danny phases his head through the kitchen wall. “Tim want some Fudge?” he asks before looking at what caught Tim’s interest. “Why are you looking at where I tied up the Cultist Fruitloop?”

Tim’s eyes widen before turning to where Danny’s head was poking through the wall. “Ras?!” Tim squeaks. This catches attention from where he was gorging himself with Fudge. “Ra’s here?!” he asks while rushing towards them, getting ready to fight.

Danny phases through the rest of the wall before shrugging like he didn’t just say there was an immortal leader of a cult of assassins tied up in their closet.

“Well, he kind of just showed up and started ranting about how he would make you,” Danny says while gesturing towards Tim, “his, so I knocked him out with the anti-creep stick and tied him up before shoving him in the closet.”

Tim wanted to bang his head against the wall and from the look of it Conner wasn’t that far behind him in that thought. This was Ras for Ancients sake and here Danny was acting like he was some common thug.

“You don’t seem very concerned,” Conner said, stating the obvious.

Danny shrugs again, “Well yeah, I phased his weapons into me and tied him up. Plus the Original Fruitloop does stuff like this all the time. Doesn’t yours do it too?”

And that, that made sense. It wasn’t that Danny wasn’t taking it seriously, it was that he was used to it. They all were. Each of them had some older Creep that was obsessed with them. He had Ras to deal with, Conner had Luthor, and Danny had been dealing with Masters for years. Honestly, if Masters or Luthor showed up and acted like Ras did he would have tied them up and stuffed them in the closet too.

“Just tell us sooner next time,” Tim sighs.

Danny chuckles nervously while rubbing the back of his head., “Yeah, will do. I just kind of forgot since he showed up in the middle of me making the Fudge.”

Conner gasps, leaning against the wall like he had just heard the most sacrilegious of news. “He interrupted the sacred ritual that is the making of Fudge?!?!” Conner then continues with his hand on his heart, “The audacity.”

Danny snorts while Tim facepalms. It’s moments like this that made him wonder why he loves these two idiots.

“Why is he tied up like a pig?” Conner asks after opening the closet, looking at Ras.

“Because he is one,” Danny absentmindedly replied.

And then it was moments like this that he remembers why.

[aspergerasparagus]

Fudge you, Toxic yaoi be upon thee. Frankie and the Contestant but Frankie is just in it for the money and the kicks. Rabbitroyal??? I don't know the ship name im sorry

Also here if needed.

It had been just over a week since the Contestant had won their season. The show was still rolling in the money with late viewers still pouring in to witness the achievement over and over again. The show hadn’t seen revenue and viewership like this in years and with the announcement of a 58th season the excitement was sure to be even greater! Of course they’d have to get a few new replacements, resulting in a small delay in the airing of said season, but “Frankie” was sure they crowds would be patient. Eagerly awaiting the return of their first ever winner, his Lucky Contestant.

Frankie, as he had had to start referring to himself as, glanced over at the human seated next to him. Of course they were still dressed up in the Frankie costume provided, he wasn’t about to let them out of it lest the police be able to identify them via a hacked camera or accidental broadcast. They were the ticket to the show's renewal and continued profit, something his higher ups had made all too clear. Not that they’d had to force him at all to behave himself around them, to the contrary he was making sure his new cash cow was being well taken care of. Although saying that it seemed his Contestant was less than thrilled with the arrangement.

“You know I can’t just live off cereal right? Humans need other stuff too, especially considering how much crap is in this stuff…” The Contestant, who Frankie had so generously nicknamed “Lucky” (couldn’t have them using their real name, even with the voice filter), was once again grumbling as they shoveled another mouthful of the fruit flakes into their mouth, grimacing slightly. 

“And I have told you previously “Lucky”, Frankie’s Fruit Flakes are nutritious and contain a number of essential minerals, vitamins and a source of iron! And that it is considerably difficult to acquire a steady stream of other food products with… certain parties after us.” He heard Lucky grumble again as he finished off his bowl, the scowl he wore, while hidden behind his mask, was still all too evident. “But I do have some people who are currently working on the issue. You should have some “proper food”, as you so call it, by the end of the week. Hopefully that will keep our little winner happy until the next season is ready~” Tutting, Lucky pulled the mask back over their face and sank into their chair, but did mutter out a small thanks. 

Frankie just gave them one of his trademark grins (not that he could do anything else) and returned to work. He had set up a TV for Lucky in his office so he could keep them entertained, and close by. Of course he had the cameras set up throughout the facility if they ever decided to go and muck about in one of the parkour parks, but he was aware of the blind spots so keeping the Contestant as close to him seemed like the best option. Plus it had been a long time since he had had company that wasn’t just interested in sales figures and pleasing the investors. Lucky was… refreshing, special, different and Frankie found himself becoming more and more possessive of the human as the days progressed.

He was there when the human rose, when they ate, when they practiced in the parks, when they went to sleep… not that Lucky needed to be aware of that last part. It had been some long since he had someone he could just talk to. The other Frankie was just a beast with barely any thoughts and Henry was too terrified of him to speak with him other than work related topics. It would have been enough to bore anyone to tears or worse, at least Frankie had had his show to keep him busy. But now he had something else to occupy himself with.

The rabbit must have been staring as Lucky glanced over their shoulder to meet his gaze. The furrowed brow just visible behind the mask. 

“You’re staring at me again…” Their voice held steady but Frankie could pick up on the small twinge of concern hidden under it.

“Am I? Sorry about that, Lucky! I’m just lost in thought about the next season is all. We’ve got to make it even bigger and better than last if we’re to keep up this momentum!” He saw the human’s shoulder sag slightly as they relaxed.

“That’s what you always say, but… No, never mind.” They trailed off, obviously deciding that whatever they intended to confront Frankie with was probably best left unsaid. Interesting.

Unfurling himself from behind his desk, Frankie slinked his way over to Lucky, who maintained his ground, glowering up at the rabbit as he came to a stop in front of them. 

“”But.” It seemed you had something else you wanted to add there Lucky. Care to share it with me? After all, we are business partners now, if you have something on your mind, you know you can share it with me, after all I need my prize contestant happy and content.” While he was laying it on thick, the voice change hadn’t gone unnoticed by Lucky who tensed, ready to run if the need arose. This only caused the rabbit to let out a soft chuckle. “Don’t look at me like that, you know I’d never hurt my money maker. Not until next season anyway~”  

“Bastard.” Lucky barely had time to spit the words out before a gloved hand slammed into their chest, knocking the wind out of them and shoving them off the chair. Pinned, they swore again and tried to desperately wrench the hand off them, but quickly fell still as Frankie crouched down over them. The rabbit couldn’t stop the chuckle that slipped out. 

“My Lucky Contestant, perhaps you are right. Maybe there is more to all this, but could you blame me. Right now, you are the most important thing to this show and in turn me. You are my everything right now.” Frankie practically purred out the last part as Lucky shuddered under them, a fear response or something else. Frankie couldn’t care, this was truly a thrilling feeling and one he was getting more and more greedy for.

Leaning down further, so that he was mere inches from their mask, Frankie could feel the Contestants’ panicked breaths against his face as they struggled to keep their composure. 

“My “Lucky”. You really are… different. Like I said before, I like that, I like you. Maybe I’ll let you win the next season just so I can keep you around for longer. Wouldn’t that be fun, and even more profitable~” Unable to take much more, Lucky kicked his legs up, dislodging the rabbit just enough so they could roll out of the way and free of his grip. Locking eyes once more, Frankie could see the look of fear and disgust in their eyes before they bolted from the room. Of course he could chase them, easily catch them and drag them back kicking and screaming. But they’d both had their fun for today so best to let his little contestant recover. Dusting himself off Frankie, glanced towards the screens, watching as Lucky raced through the halls, turning to check behind him now and then until he bolted into the temporary room Frankie had set up from them, slamming the door closed behind them.

“Until tomorrow Lucky. Sleep well my golden goose and I hope we can play again~”

[littlesliceofimmortality]

everyones been asking me this. everytime i tell someone new im into dialtown, they always question me about the same thing! without fail! and so here it is:

WHAT I THINK EACH CHARACTER WOULD ORDER AT THE CHEESECAKE FACTORY

now why are they at the cheesecake factory? BECAUSE: in the dialtown universe, as we know, texas roadhouses were ERADICATED off the face of the earth due to health violations, and where else is norm gonna go for his birthday?

(most) everyone gets a DESSERT, DRINK, and MEAL in their order

HE ORDERS: the pumpkin pecan cheesecake (he attempted to order the carrot cake, at the cheesecake factory, at got side eyed), whisky & ginger, and steak diane. claims his mama makes steak better BUT whatev he enjoys his meal in his own disgruntled way

MINGUS, on the other hand, is VIGILANT throughout. she forgot it was norms birthday (& of course would never admit this), and was the one to offer to take him out and pay for everyone. just as powerplay. she sits across from norm, on the edge of her seat just WAITING to call over the waiter for the check. she orders the miso salmon, a red sangria, and 30th anniversary chocolate cake

i hate this thing. it cant read the 9 pages of menu, obviously, so the narrator is thumbing through for it and as SOON as he mentions this "impossible burger", gingi immediately gets an idea in its head that itll break the system & give it money BACK. refuses to eat it in fear of "damaging the goods" and also gets a ... bowl of vanilla ice cream

karen orders: louisiana chicken pasta, a strawberry infused margarita, and fresh strawberry. it just makes sense to have your drink & dessert match! she doesnt eat all of her meal & spends most of it tossing little pasta bits at gingi to watch it snap at it. otherwise Normal Sensible Dinner

oliver on the contrary, orders based off name alone. Chicken Parmesan "Pizza Style", the Well-Mannered Dirty Martini, and Adam's Peanut Butter Cup Fudge Ripple. he has to squash his disappointment when the waiter comes around and hands him his dessert without calling it by its full title

randy ATTEMPTS to get a kids meal, feeling weird about the bill all being on mingus' tab & he isnt around her much, so how would he repay her? just COMPLETELY overthinking it. so he doesnt have a backup for when he doesnt pass as 12 & is told he cant order that. so he PANICS and lands on something random... the loaded mashed potato omelette. okay. same with the coconut cream. he orders NO drink - instead, he gets water, and the waiter passes over him & he gets NO refills. (he goes to the bathroom sink when thirsty)

i like to think jerry gets invited to norms birthday dinner! he orders the cuban sandwich (pickles & all!), espresso martini, and pineapple upside-down cheesecake. it just fits

i WILL not accept constructive criticism, btw

[sunflowerseob]

Late Night Callings | Hwang Intak

You and your boyfriend decide to make some late night sundaes, only to find that what you're really craving is each other

🍨 Pairing: boyfriend!hwangintak x reader

🍨 Word Count: 2.9k

🍨 Genre: Established relationship, smut, pwp, fluff, some humor

🍨 Rating: 18+

🍨 Warnings: Reader and Intak are both high lmao, explicit language, terrible innuendos because reader is h word for their boyfriend, scratching, making out, groping, hair pulling, biting, marking, teasing, use of a blindfold, food play, sub Intak, dom reader, temperature play, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, unprotected sex (pls be safe ‼️), riding, praise, choking, it's soft at the end but also chaotic 🍒

A/N: Surprise 🎉 It's a few days late rip but this fic was supposed to be a bday present for my bestie @leepace 🥹🥳 I look up to and admire you and your writing so much and I feel so lucky and happy that we met 🥺 I can always feel safe just completely being myself with you and the other writer besties and it means the absolute world to me 🫶🏻 Thanks for always matching my freak 🤩 Ily bestie and I hope I was able to do your mans justice 🫡

P. S. I still have my Jongseob fic coming on day 28 for Kinktober so please look forward to that 👻

Masterlist

“Babe?”

Your boyfriend giggled cutely next to you, “What is it, love?”

“I fear we might be too high to do this.” you answered as you pouted back at him.

He leaned over and swiftly pecked your cheek, making your lips curl up into a small smile instead.

“Baby, we’re just making sundaes. It’s not like it’s rocket science.” he teased you with a raised brow.

“It might as well be.” you groaned, feeling intimidated as you took in everything laid out on the counter in front of you.

Two bowls, an opened container of vanilla ice cream, an ice cream scoop, a can of whipped cream, and three jars each containing caramel, hot fudge, and cherries stared back at you.

“You got this, love. They’re gonna taste so fucking good by the time we’re done.”

Your boyfriend handed you the scoop, and you reluctantly set to trying to scrape out some ice cream. It hadn’t softened enough yet though, and you felt yourself quickly getting frustrated again. The simplest tasks really became so daunting when you were high. You were starting to regret suggesting the late night sundaes in the first place.

“Takieeee.” you whined as the scoop stuck into the frozen dessert and refused to budge.

He chuckled at your distress, “My poor baby. Do you need some help?”

You just looked up at him with pleading eyes and nodded. Intak’s much larger hand wrapped around your own before guiding it back to the ice cream scoop, your combined strength making a significant difference. 

“We just made that ice cream our bitch.” you declared proudly once you had scooped your desired amount into each bowl.

“Damn right we did, baby.” your boyfriend agreed before pressing a kiss to your temple, “Now, onto toppings.”

You laid a hand on his chest and leaned closer. 

“You can top me.” 

You tried your best to sound seductive, but you ended up just dissolving into a fit of giggles. Intak playfully pushed you away, his hand holding you at a distance as you continued to laugh uncontrollably.

“Okay, perv. Try to control yourself.” he scolded you as he rolled his eyes, but the dumb grin spreading across his features gave away that he was clearly joking.

It took you several moments to be able to catch your breath again. You held your hand out to your boyfriend, “Alright babe, cream me.”

“Y/N, I SWEAR TO GOD”

You scoffed, immediately feigning innocence.

“I meant hand me the whipped cream, you freak. God Takie, you need to get your mind out of the gutter.”

“Okay, brat, you know what.”

Intak grabbed the can of whipped topping, and by the time your fuzzy brain realized what he had in mind, it was too late. You let out a squeal as he completely covered your nose with the fluffy substance.

“Babe, really!” you exclaimed in disbelief as the cream began to slip down your nose and onto your lips and chin.

Your boyfriend didn’t even bother hiding his amused smirk, holding your eyes as he opened his mouth and filled it with whipped cream.

“Oh, love, you got something on your face.” he mocked as he brushed his own nose with his finger.

You crossed your arms as you glared back at him, “Yeah, no shit.”

“Aw, don’t worry baby. I got you.”

That was your only warning before Intak’s mouth descended on your nose, making you scream in surprise as his lips and tongue made quick work of the mess.

He wore a shit eating grin when he pulled back, tongue darting back out to clear any white remains from his own mouth.

“Ewwwww, I hate youuuuu.”

A small gasp escaped you as strong arms circled around your waist to pull you towards him.

“No you don’t. You love me.” Intak retorted, his tone cocky.

His dark eyes briefly settled on your lips, reminding you of the whipped cream still lingering there. You licked around your mouth, your boyfriend’s gaze following the path of your tongue. His hands dug harder into your hips, and the next time he exhaled it was noticeably shaky. The kitchen suddenly felt significantly warmer, and you realized it was more than just your high that was making you feel all tingly.

“Takie…” you whispered, need evident in your voice. 

The way Intak’s hands flexed around your waist gave away just how much he was fighting to retain self control. Your own hands snuck under the back of his shirt, and goosebumps formed under your fingers as they trailed over his warm skin.

“You still craving something sweet, baby?” you asked coyly, your nails scraping against his lower back and making his eyelids flutter slightly.

“Fuck.”

You watched in real time as his final thread of control snapped, and then his lips descended hungrily on your own. You moaned at his familiar taste as his tongue eagerly dove in. Kissing him was always amazing, but when you were high like this it was almost euphoric.

Intak turned your body so that he had you pressed up against the counter, his lips never leaving yours. His hands abandoned your hips to grab at your ass instead, and you groaned into the kiss. Your fingers slid further up his back until they were poking out of his collar and tangling in the ends of his honey blonde waves.

“Off…please…” you requested against his lips.

He immediately obliged, his black tee making its way to the kitchen floor. You greedily ran your hands over the newly exposed skin, and your boyfriend hissed when your nails brushed over one of his nipples. A wicked idea began to take root inside your brain. You hummed to yourself as your lips followed the line of his jaw, “Takie?”

“Yes, love? Shit.” he swore suddenly when you nipped at his neck before sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

Your tongue soothed the spot a moment later, and Intak inhaled sharply.

“Babe, do you trust me?” you queried softly as you placed loving kisses along his collarbones.

“Something tells me that, fuck, in this moment I shouldn’t. But I still do, so yes.”

You lifted your head to seek out his mouth again, muffling the moan that Intak let out. He pushed you harder against the counter, and you could feel the outline of his erection against your thigh. You sighed before biting down on his lower lip, dragging it out as you pulled back from the kiss, “Good. Because I wanna try something… Can you close your eyes for me, baby?”

“Fuck, yeah, okay.” came your boyfriend’s slightly breathless reply.

His eyes obediently fell closed, and desire pooled low in your stomach. You slowly walked around to stand behind him, and you watched as the muscles in Intak’s back and shoulders tensed at the change in position. You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, he was always so fun to play with.

“Relax, Takie.” you teased him, lips right next to his ear.

You noticed the way his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.

“Love, please. Touch me. Just, god, do something. Please.” he pleaded, like a dog getting impatient waiting for a treat.

Your teeth tugged at his ear in response, making Intak shudder. One of your hands snaked into his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as your fingers slid higher. Your boyfriend whimpered quietly at your touch, and you had to resist the urge to moan. Using both hands, you meticulously began to untie the black and neon green bandana that was wrapped around his head. Intak always looked so hot when he wore them, but right now you needed the garment to serve a different purpose.

You carefully lowered the fabric, peeking over his shoulder to make sure that it settled over his still closed eyes before retying the knot at the back. You gently took one of his hands to try to help ground him, “You still with me, baby?”

He squeezed back, his grip tight, and slowly nodded his head. You kept your hold on his hand as you came to stand in front of him again.

“Holy shit, baby.” you groaned, your eyes drinking him in, “You look so good like this. So pretty.”

Your boyfriend’s teeth dug into his plush bottom lip. Your eyes were drawn to his throat as he swallowed nervously. You glanced at the counter behind you, taking in your abandoned bowls of ice cream that were just starting to melt. With your free hand, you grabbed a spoon and scooped some of the frozen dessert. The ice cream was startlingly cold as it hit your tongue, and you held it in your mouth as you leaned forward to press your lips to Intak’s chest.

“Fuck!” he cried out at the sudden coolness, and you opened your mouth to let more of the substance drip down his skin.

Your tongue immediately followed the trail, and a series of breathy moans escaped your boyfriend’s lips. He hissed and his nails dug into the hand he was still holding when your wet muscle flicked over one of his perked nipples.

“Fucking shit.”

You tittered at his growled profanity.

“Aw, my Takie. Always so sensitive.” you cooed before pulling back from him.

“Always.” Intak panted out, “For you.”

You instinctively rubbed your thighs together and surveyed the other contents of the counter. Your boyfriend whined when your hand slipped from his grasp, making you smile to yourself as you reached for one of the jars. The hot fudge was no longer hot, but it was still warm in your hand. Not like you were planning on using it for the sundae anymore anyway.

His words trailed off as you got to work licking and sucking up the mess you had made. The warm sugar mixed with the taste of his skin had your mind growing that much more hazy. Your hands settled on his hips, fingers digging in while you licked a line up his toned stomach. Intak’s hands fisted your hair as he held you against him.

You retrieved a clean spoon and dipped it into the jar. The chocolate dripped from the utensil as you stepped closer to Intak. You let some fall onto your finger just to make sure that it wasn’t too warm to the touch. Ah, perfect. The blonde before you was trembling when you placed a hand against his chest. You used your other hand to carefully tip the spoon to drizzle the hot fudge down his torso. Your boyfriend chuckled slightly, “You know when you suggested sundaes, this isn’t exacly, ahhh, what I thought you meant. Ohhhh fuuuuuck.”

“Fuck. Please. Oh god, love.”

You nipped one of his hip bones, fingers slipping into his sweats and tugging them down slightly. Your boyfriend whimpered above you, encouraging you to pull them down further to finally expose his fully hard cock. You wasted no time before lowering yourself to your knees and running your tongue along the underside. One of Intak’s hands immediately shot out to grip onto the counter behind you. You laughed wickedly, “Getting a little weak in the knees there, babe?”

He groaned, his dick twitching in front of your face.

“Can you, shit, fucking blame me?”

“Don’t you pass out on me now, Takie.” you warned playfully before looking behind you to grab the can of whipped cream.

“Hah, yeah, uh, no promises.”

His face flushed deeply in the kitchen lights, and your heart squeezed with affection. Whipped cream in hand, you sprayed a generous amount just above his tip. Intak’s breath hitched, his legs shaking and threatening to buckle.

“You’re fucking insane.”

“Well, yes.” you confirmed before taking him into your mouth, tongue swirling around to make sure you got all the cream.

“Oh my fuck.” Intak moaned, his other hand settling on top of your head.

You hummed as your lips slid further down his length, going until you could feel him hit the back of your throat. The way he jerked inside your mouth let you know that he wouldn’t last long, and fuck if you didn’t love how sensitive he always was to you. As soon as you began bobbing your head, he was crying out and tugging hard at the strands he was gripping. You put all your energy and focus into getting him to fall over the edge, sucking him off fast and messy.

“Wait…please…”

His desperate words didn’t register at first, so you continued to gag around him. But then he used his hold on your hair to pull you off, a string of saliva trailing from your lips to his tip.

“Takie…what’s…wrong?” you questioned as you fought to catch your breath.

He reached behind him to untie the bandana so that you could see his eyes as he looked down at you. His pupils were blown wide, but he also looked worried? Before you could say anything, he was speaking again, his words breathless and rushed, “Don’t wanna…come yet. Please love…wanna…fuck you.”

“Babe, are you sure?” you queried, blinking up at him.

Intak reached down to help pull you to your feet, bringing you back up to eye level.

“Fuck…please. Need you.”

And when he begged so sweetly who were you to refuse him.

“Alright, baby. I’ll give you what you want.” you assured him, leaning forward to connect your lips, “On your back for me, Takie.”

He cutely scrambled to lay back on the kitchen floor, and you held onto the counter as you stepped out of your leggings and panties. You swiped the can of whip cream from the floor and the jar of cherries off the counter, just in case. You were both still definitely riding your high, but you also were now high on each other. Intak was so fucked out that he didn’t even seem to notice when you set the two items on the floor next to him before straddling his waist. The two of you moaned out in unison as you sank down onto him.

“Fuck.” you hissed at the familiar and pleasant stretch.

“Oh shit, love, you feel so fucking good. Not gonna last long, baby.”

“It’s okay, babe. You just keep being good for me. Be my good boy, yeah?”

Intak twitched inside you, “Fuck, yes. I’m your good boy.”

Your hands splayed across his chest as you started riding him fast and hard, and his hands held onto your hips for dear life, fingers digging into your skin harshly.

“Does my good boy wanna come?” you asked him, your nails scratching lightly down his torso.

Your boyfriend gave a high pitch whine underneath you as his eyes rolled back in the most delicious way.

“Please. Love. Wanna come.”

You swore, your walls clenching tight around him. Fucking him high somehow felt even better, and it had you coming undone that much faster. You felt possessed as one of your hands curled around Intak’s throat, applying the tiniest amount of pressure as you continued spearing yourself on his cock. His lip trembled as he looked up at you with those big puppy dog eyes that you loved so much. Fuck, you loved this man.

“Been so good for me, Takie. You can come, baby.” you told him, your thumb stroking right over his pulse point.

His whole body shuddered almost violently underneath you before you felt him filling you up. Afterwards he just laid there in a fucked out daze with the dopiest grin on his face. Your free hand reached down to where your bodies were connected to swipe across your swollen clit. You had already been right on the edge so it only took a few more strokes.

“Takie, fuck. Baby, I love you so much.” you gasped out as your orgasm came crashing over you.

You braced both hands on his chest, breathing hard as you gradually came back down from your release.

“My love. You’re so perfect. Love you so much.” Intak murmured sleepily from below you.

You couldn’t help but break out in a fit of giggles as you looked down at your lovestruck idiot of a boyfriend. His blonde waves were an absolute fluffy mess, and you tenderly ran your fingers through them. Intak hummed in content, his eyes slipping closed. You probably needed to get him to bed before you both crashed out on the kitchen floor. A shower definitely wouldn’t hurt either…

You were just about to lift off of him when you remembered the whipped cream and cherries next to you. Yeah, this was not an opportunity you were going to waste. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your laughter as you sprayed two mountains of whip cream directly over Intak’s nipples. He barely stirred underneath you, making you bold enough to reach for two cherries and set them on top of the cream peaks. You were nearly crying trying to hold back your sounds of amusement, your whole body shaking with the force of it. Your boyfriend’s eyelids slowly fluttered open, and he stared up at you in confusion.

“Baby, what…” he trailed off as he looked down at his chest, and you lost it.

You started full on cackling, your head thrown back and tears slipping down your cheeks. Intak was trying so hard not to smile, but then he joined in, giggling hysterically along with you. You fell forward onto his chest, smearing the whipped cream everywhere. His arms just wrapped around you to hold you close, both of your bodies vibrating with the sound of your shared laughter. The lone thought in your head was that if someone were to ask you what love was, your answer would be this. It was this.

[angelasscribbles]

Dreams: A Bad Romance One-Shot

Series: Bad Romance Continues

Original Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Max

Rating: Fluffy

Warnings for this chapter: fluffiness

Word Count:  930

A/N: Well, I know that I have about a million asks in my inbox that have been waiting forever, but @twinkleallnight sent me this image and I had an idea, so I wrote it. It skipped the line. I initially thought Riley x Drake when I saw it, but no, that's not what happened once my brain started spinning.

My other stuff: Master List.

Max backed out of the walk-in freezer at Ramsford with several containers of ice cream. He lined them up on the counter so Riley could see what he’d found. “Look! There’s chocolate chip cookie dough!”

“Yum!” Riley sat two bowls on the counter in front of the hot fudge and maraschino cherries she had pilfered from the refrigerator. “What about sprinkles?”

“Uhh…pantry! Be right back!” Max darted into the pantry as Riley started digging around in the drawers for an ice cream scooper.

“Hey, Max. What’s this?”

“What’s what?” he asked as he returned with four containers of different types of sprinkles.

Riley stood from where she’d been bent over rummaging through some bottom drawers and held up a small, ceramic figurine of a bride and groom.

Max’s eyes went wide for a moment as he stammered, “Oh that…that’s nothing.” He practically sprinted across the room to swipe it out of her hands.

She deftly moved her hand out of his reach, thwarting his attempt to take it from her. “This doesn’t look like something Sav and Bert would have had on their cake.”

A rosy flush spread across his cheeks as Max admitted, “It’s mine. I bought it.”

Riley looked at him in surprise. “When?”

“During Liam’s social season. Not long after you got here. When you and I were first together. You know, before you dumped me.”

“Ah, Maxey…” Riley moved closer to him and ran a hand through his hair. “Is this supposed to be me and you?”

The flush deepened. “Yeah. I know it’s silly.”

“It’s not.” She assured him. “I think it’s sweet. But we weren’t together that long the first time. Did you really want to marry me?”

He reached for the figurine again, and this time she let him take it. He stared down at it for a moment, then returned his gaze to her face. “It was long enough for me to know what I wanted.”

“Wait.” A sudden thought startled her. “Do you regret that you and I didn’t get a wedding?”

“What? No!” He shook his head vehemently. “I’m beyond happy at the way things worked out. I ended up with you and Liam!”

“I know. But did you want a ceremony?”

He shrugged. “We had the collaring ceremony. That was enough for me.”

“Hmmm.” Riley regarded him as she tapped a finger on her lips.

“What?”

A slow smile spread across her face. “I have an idea!”

Two days later, Riley stood in the middle of the east lawn at Ramsford, peacocks running everywhere, beaming at Max as he danced down the aisle.

Bertrand leaned over and whispered to Savannah, “Why are we encouraging this again?”

“Hush!” She playfully slapped his shoulder. “We’re supporting them!”

“This isn’t legal. She’s already married.”

Savannah cast a glance at the altar where Liam also waited. “Max didn’t tell you? He’s marrying them both.”

Bertrand shook his head. He did not understand their relationship at all. “But…. why? It’s a farce!”

“It makes them happy. Isn’t that enough?”

“Since when did you become a Riley fan? I remember when you hated her!”

“Things change,” Savannah said serenely as she watched her brother shooing peacocks away from the officiant, which happened to be Lady Hana Lee. She’d gotten ordained online as a pagan priestess. There were no other guests.

Savannah and Bertrand had bonded over Bartie’s illness and their marriage was finally on the proper track. The new life growing inside her was proof of that. Still. She wasn’t sure she could trust him with the knowledge that Riley had been instrumental in bringing her sister’s killer to his end. But she had. And knowing that had changed her feelings toward the American.

That didn’t mean that she didn’t still have the occasional pang of jealousy over Max’s utter devotion to the woman. But since she was trying to make her marriage with his brother work, she was learning to let it go.

Besides, she wasn’t about to give up being a duchess.

Riley was dressed in a simple white sheath dress, her feet bare, wildflowers woven in her hair.

Other than the flock of peacocks, which Max had told her was also called an ostentation, there was nothing elaborate or extravagant about the ceremony. It was a simple, pagan handfasting ceremony. Unofficial and not legally binding, but symbolic and deeply meaningful to the throuple.

After the ceremony was over, he scooped her into his arms and posed for a photo as Riley leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. Just like the figurine that was now perched atop a towering peacock themed cake.

The three of them took turns feeding each other the sweet confection, Liam’s fingers lingering in Max’s mouth as he leaned over and whispered, “When we’re done here, I’m carrying you over the threshold.”

Butterflies exploded through Max’s chest at the implication. “Best day ever!” He murmured as he turned and pulled the figurine from the top of the cake, wrapping it carefully and setting it to the side to ensure it didn’t get damaged.

The delicate statuette that he had once stashed away in a bottom drawer in the kitchen when looking at it taunted him with what could have been had, in the end, brought him the ending he had dreamed of when he’d purchased it.

He had just married both the loves of his life. When he had dreamed of a wedding with Riley, he’d had no inkling what Liam would become to him.

He had gotten everything he ever wanted. That, and so much more.

[faebaex]

Piece of Cake!

Request:

Student Name: Máire "Mor" Cian

Gender: Female

Dorm: Diasomnia

Scenario: Growing up, she didn't learn how to cook - noblewomen were forbidden from the kitchen, her father insisted. But for her dorm fellows and those in her year (second), she wanted to break free of those old notions. Visiting the vice leader of Heartlabyul, with his help, she whipped up one lovely Victoria sponge to share with Diasomnia while managing a decent, uncomplicated but decadent fudge to parcel out to the other second-years...

-✨️ Anon (Had to try both my OCs, if you're up to it... Happy Valentine's!)

author note: sorry for the wait! this was a really cute concept, also sorry i don't know why Jade turned out so mean, he was just in a silly goofy mood today i guess. also also some accidental Trey, because i got a little carried away when setting the scene („• ֊ •„) your OC is really cute and i hope you enjoy!

characters: Trey Clover, second years, Diasomnia dorm x F!Reader (platonic or romantic, however you fancy)

“Oh… Not quite…”

You looked down at the mixing bowl, staring down at the powdery white mixture that filled the bowl. Looking back up at Trey, who was looking back at you with a kind but strained smile, you furrowed your brow in confusion. “Did I do something wrong…?”

“Ah well…” Trey’s smile falters only slightly, valiantly trying to keep a calm expression, “well you see, the next step would be to pour out the caster sugar but that’s… Icing sugar…” He gently explains and your face falls when you look down at the packet in your hand, clearly labelled ‘Icing Sugar’. You groan in frustration, feeling like an utter fool for making such a silly mistake, and Trey immediately jumps to console you, a heavy hand falling on your shoulder and he gives you a good natured shake. “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I made all sorts of mistakes when I started baking.” You look up at him, a forlorn expression on your face at his placating, not believing him one bit. Trey gives you another pat on the shoulder before beginning to guide you more closely through the steps, clearly now aware that you require his undivided attention.

Despite that, you make several more mistakes before you are done with your creations. There is a particular incident with the eggs which results in time wasted picking eggshell out of the mixture, and Trey has to make a mad dash across the kitchen at one point to grab the salt out of your hand, which you had somehow mistaken for baking powder. But regardless of your near constant kitchen mishaps, your and Trey’s combined efforts result in a fluffy Victoria sponge and a simple, yet tasty looking batch of fudge. Trey gives you a smile that makes his eyes wrinkle at the corners as he grabs the icing sugar, guiding your hands to help you sieve the icing sugar over the top of the Victoria sponge as a finishing touch. “Now this is what we use the icing sugar for.” Trey remarks with a chuckle, taking a step back to admire the pieces that you had baked together, “you did great!” He assures, a kind smile on his face as he watches you beam at your creations. You felt a surge of pride run through you as the sight of your baking, feeling that your first time in a kitchen had gone well, despite its… Challenges. Riding on your high, you even considered applying for the next Master Chef program next time applications opened.

“Thank you so much for your help, Trey!” You beamed at him as he began packing away your creations into boxes for you to take back to your dorm with you. He gave you a light smile, folding the boxes closed securely. “Not at all. You’re welcome in the Heartslabyul kitchen whenever you want to do a spot of baking again. I heard Lilia has a very… Curious taste in ingredients, so it would probably best you didn’t get influenced by… That.” He gives you an awkward smile, packing your baking boxes into a paper bag for you to carry home. You say your goodbyes and you leave the Heartslabyul dorm, a warm feeling in your heart as you head back to your dorm, preparing to hand out your homemade treats to your classmates the next day…

Riddle Rosehearts

Surprised that you are gifting him some fudge! Sure, he knew you were in the Heartslabyul kitchen with Trey for a long time yesterday afternoon, but he never expected to receive anything out of it.

Thinks it is just as a courtesy because he let you use his dorm’s kitchen, and will blush if you tell him that you made some fudge specifically for him.

He will compliment how it looks and smells and tell you he looks forward to eating it later.

It will be his tea time snack later that day!

Ruggie Bucchi

Free food? Say no more!

Ruggie is usually suspicious when people try to give him something for free, but you look so earnest and proud of yourself when you try to hand it over to him, it would be rude to say no, riiiight?

If he knows you don’t have much experience in the kitchen, he’ll cheekily offer to be your exclusive taste tester, with the low low fee of a portion of the food you cook/bake.

He’s super happy about receiving it though and will probably devour it right there and then in front of you.

He will compliment the taste and sneakily suggest that you try your hand at making doughnuts next time.

Azul Ashengrotto

Ngl this is literally his worst nightmare.

He does not have the extra calories available for this surprise.

Plus it goes entirely against his creed to accept something from someone and potentially leave himself open for return favours later on.

So initially, he will try to refuse it.

Eventually, and very, very reluctantly, he will accept it. His customer service smile has all but crumbled at this point.

He will give you a free drink coupon for the Lounge as a trade off (nothing over 10 thaumarks of course) and then he will excuse himself.

The fudge probably sits on his desk untouched in the VIP room or Floyd snags it and eats it.

Spends way too much time ruminating over why you’d give him that so is probably glad if Floyd eats it tbh.

Jade Leech

Well, aren’t you an amusing one?

He will happily accept your gift, even if his smile seems a little ingenuine.

He won’t eat the fudge in front of you, preferring not to be observed by you when he tries the fudge.

But he will take the opportunity to gather intel talk to you about baking and delve more into your background.

What a lovely info gathering opportunity you have offered him, so kind of you.

If Jade finds out about your noble ties, don’t be surprised if the fish mafia try to blackmail you one day about telling your father about your kitchen activities.

However, the next day Jade will tell you how delightful your fudge tasted, and his smile seems more genuine than it did before.

Floyd Leech

Is already draping himself all over you before you can even offer him the fudge.

Delighted that you made him a little gift!

He literally will not wait for you to finish talking before he’s ripping into the packaging and taking a big ol’ chomp out of the fudge.

Gives you a fudge-caked smile too as he chews away like a carnivore.

Will compliment the fudge in his own weird way, like saying how good it feels to sink his teeth into it, or something.

He’s like a feral animal, now that you’ve given him food once he’s probably going to bother you every time he sees you. Good luck.

Kalim Al Asim

He’s so happy you thought of him but also so so sad because he can’t eat it!

But he doesn’t want to make you sad so he still accepts it but his smile does drop a little because he’s sad he can’t try it.

He will settle for sniffing it really enthusiastically because he feels like that’s a totally normal way to appreciate your baking.

He’s definitely going to try to use this as an excuse to throw a party with you as the guest of honour. Then you can both eat lots of food together!

He will finally let you go free once you convince him that you already have other plans that day.

Jamil Viper

Really surprised that you are giving him something, as he’s usually trying to fly under the radar.

He seems to appreciate it though, and will accept it without much fuss.

He’s a bit of an avid cook himself, so he’ll likely analyse the flavour in his head but keep his thoughts to himself.

He’ll feel a bit smug later that day when Kalim hands over the fudge you gave him, now he has two of your little gifts.

May slyly set some extra sweet aside for you that he’s made for Kalim and leave them for you without a note, but you could probably guess who they were from if you thought about it hard enough.

Silver

A welcome surprise for him to wake up to!

He’ll give you a gentle smile when he wakes up from one of his accidental nap to find you sitting beside him with a package full of treats.

He will happily eat it, savouring anything that hasn’t been made by his father.

He will compliment your baking, telling you how you did such a good job.

As you are both from Diasomnia, it’s likely he knows something about your circumstances.

He’s very curious when you tell him jokingly to keep the fudge a secret from the rest of the Diasomnia dorm, as you have a surprise for them later on. He will promise to keep it a secret though.

You hurry back to your dorm after your club activities, eager to set out the surprise cake for your dormmates. You had already sent Lilia on a mission to find Malleus and bring him back to the dorm, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he kindly went off to fulfil your request. You placed your bags haphazardly on your bed with a promise to tidy them later as you quickly grabbed the cake box and rushed out of your room, wanting to get to the dorm lounge before any of the others got there. Unfortunately, Silver and Sebek were already waiting in the lounge, the latter lamenting his inability to find Malleus and walk him back to the dorm. You placed the cake box discreetly on the lounge table, giving Silver a knowing smile as you waited for the arrival of Malleus and Lilia. You were grateful that they soon arrived, knowing how difficult it could be to find Malleus sometimes, especially if he did not want to be found.

Soon, all four of them were staring at you expectantly and you suddenly found yourself overcome with shyness, clasping your hands in front of you for something to do with your hands and looking down as you began to speak, stuttering over your words. “Um… I-I decided to try baking for the first time and I made a cake that I wanted everyone to try…” Hesitantly, you lift the lid on the cake box and reveal the lovely Victoria sponge cake to the group…

Malleus Draconia

Ngl you are worried at first because his mouth is just pressed into a thin line as he stares at the cake with a blank stare.

But then as soon as you begin slicing up the cake and passing around slices for everyone, he perks right up.

He’s getting to share a cake with everyone, instead of it being forced to be all his? What a splendid experience you have afforded him.

He is more than happy to tuck into the cake, complimenting its texture and flavour.

He has suffered through Lilia’s cooking too so he’s definitely savouring this as much as he can.

Tbh more than the cake he’s just overjoyed to be included in something, so he definitely appreciates you for that.

Lilia Vanrouge

He thinks that its great that you are breaking free of old traditions and trying new things.

Tells you how proud he is of you and encourages you to continue expressing your individuality (thanks batdad).

He’ll give you his blessing to use the Diasomnia dorm kitchen as you please and offer to bake with you sometime.

Don’t do it bestie.

As for the cake, he thinks it tastes good but could definitely benefit from a boost in nutrition!

He starts talking your ears off about what ingredients you could add to give it a little more ‘oomph’, Silver is trying to pry him away from you…

Silver

Surprised and impressed that you made a full-sized cake along with the fudge you had already prepared!

Just like Lilia, he’s really proud of you too.

He will compliment the cake and how you did a really good job on your first ever baking attempt. He thinks you are a natural at it (little does he know).

As promised, he doesn’t mention the fudge and gives you a gentle smile when you wink conspiratorially at him.

Sebek Zigvolt

This boy is always hungry so he’s so happy when he’s handed a large slice of cake.

But he’s even more excited to eat it when the cake receives Malleus’ blessing.

Even the young master is impressed by your cake? You should be honoured, human!!

He’s pretty much devoured the cake in a few bites and loudly proclaims how good it tastes.

(Half because he genuinely thinks it tastes good and half because Malleus said it was good so who is he to disagree with the Prince!)

Too shy to ask for seconds and will blush when you give him another slice.

[mahi-does-some-art]

Any headcanons for how different Servamp characters prefer their smores

These may be the most important headcanons I'll ever write ever, anon.

Mahiru: Simple is best! Usually won't get too fancy with it-- Likes his marshmallow with that perfect golden-brown crust. Before he would be confused why some people would burn the marshmallow so much it caught on fire but Sakuya convinced him to try it once and was surprised that it wasn't horrible.

Kuro: Would either toast his marshmallow golden-brown or where there's be some black char spots but not where the whole thing is burnt. He had the idea to put ice cream on top of his smore once and started doing that without fail.

Sakuya: He burns the fucking thing like no tomorrow and swears its one of the best ways to do it. Other than that, also normally makes a standard smore with the gram crackers and candy bar chocolate. He'll also always have sticky hands no matter how careful he is. This boy cannot make a smore that doesnt ooze onto his fingers.

Tetsu: Is very skilled at getting the marshmallow perfectly cooked. Likes his marshmallow golden brown.

Hugh: He condems under roasted marshmallows like he won't eat a whole family pack of uncooked marshmallows straight out the bag. Something about the integrity of a s'more. He has a habit of roasting the thing, sliding the crust off and eating it and repeat till there's nothing left.

Mikuni: This pretentious asshole likes to use the expensive bar chocolate on his s'mores and will swear its better. He'd probably try to make his own marshmallows to roast and after that he's even more snobbish about it. He'll still eat the normal s'more he's offered. Likes his marshmallow with a couple small charred bits.

Jeje: Will fully burn the marsh. Mikuni thinks he's a psychopath for it and God Forbid he burns one of his Eve's homemade ones.

Licht: Will eat the marshmallow no matter as long is its not fully burnt. He has tried it burnt and he rambled on angrily about how it was a slight to such a deliciously holy treat. Using the normal candy bar chocolate and store-bought gram crackers are very special to him and he prefers it that way.

Hyde: Unintentionally scorched his marshy ONCE and got kicked out of his chair for it. Perfers his the perfect golden-brown. He'll get a little bowl of hot fudge to dip his in and it's perfection.

Freya: Doesn't like anything burnt when it comes to it. Will shake up a can of whipped cream and put some on the top of her s'more. It always gets on the tip of her nose and she can't eat a smore cleanly at all wwwww

Iduna: Golden-brown to somewhat charred. Her mess is even worse than Freya's and she always gets goopy hands. She says it's part of the experience.

Niccolo: Likes his with a few char spots and a side of ice cream. Doesn't mix them but likes to eat them both as a pair.

Ildio: It literally doesn't matter, he'll eat it. Even after he starts slowing down and is able to actually taste it, he likes all forms of marshymallow so he's not picky on this front.

Misono: Ate a burnt s'more once and swore never again. Likes his marshy golden brown or a little undercooked. The high quality ingredients the Alicein get makes for an extra yummy s'more. Guess that's where Mikuni gets it from.

Lily: Actually likes his marshy golden to burnt. He likes the flavor of it. Actually perfers it being in the form of a s'more's flavored macaron with toasty marshmallow fluff filling. He likes the texture of the macaron cookies paired with a bit of the crunch of the gram crackers.

I'm not gonna do the rest of Team M bc its 2am and I'm drawing lol. Plz add onto this if you have any opinions!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

A random fun question for you whenever you’d like to answer it: what are some of your characters’s favorite desserts? Or just treat of some kind?

Mystery Link got to try cinnamon buns for the first time ever on his first adventure and he’s never had such an amazing food experience ever since. It might be the only way to bribe the man.

Forsaken Zelda loves chocolate mousse and has smuggled entire bowls of the stuff to her room before. She needs energy for her amazing magic!

Gerudo Link isn’t all that much into sweets, but he likes it if it’s mixed with salty or bitter foods. Also he likes dark chocolate since it’s not too sweet.

Rusl, Link, and Colin all love it when Uli makes pumpkin pie!

Blood of the Hero Link has made literally every dessert ever and adores all of them. His favorite dessert to make is apple pie because he always makes it with his mother. (For extra pain, BotW/TotK also loves making apple pie though he doesn’t remember why anymore)

Abel’s favorite sweet treat is pound cake. He especially likes it glazed with something sweet on top. He doesn’t eat sweets often, though, he likes salty foods better.

Power Link discovered cake rolls with fruit filling after he became king consort and it’s probably the best thing that’s happened to him after the wedding aside from his kids. Impa gives him some once in a while to try and cheer him up. His youngest daughter, Missa, loves them too.

Diplomat Zelda personally loves white chocolate. Sonia loves it too. Orik despises it and thinks it’s the scourge of the earth.

Hemisi didn’t really grow up on sweets, but she’d probably pick baklava as her favorite dessert. Merovar fell in love with chocolate fudge when they visited Hyrule and, if nothing else, having fudge for the rest of his days is now reason enough to invade Hyrule.

The Fierce Deity has very few opinions on food and not much of a sweet tooth. When asked what his favorite anything edible is, he just says milk.

Ganondorf honestly is just happy with simmered fruit. He doesn’t like things too sweet.

[polizwrites]

Changes in Attitude

This is a fill for today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial  prompt [#FFF272 Change Of Tone] as well as the  September WinterIron Gets it Done Classic_1 Tower and  Author_3  500 Word Ficlet  squares.  

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Rating: General Pairing:  Tony Stark & Bucky Barnes Tags:  Avengers Tower,  Post Captain America: Winter Soldier canon divergence, Forgiveness, Developing Friendship Summary:  When Steve brings Bucky Barnes to the Tower; Tony has a lot to work through.  But who would know better than him that a weapon has no choice as to where it is aimed? Word Count:  512

Tony had definitely wondered at first whether it had been a good idea to allow Steve to bring his best buddy to stay at Avengers Tower.  Especially after they’d discovered – thanks to JARVIS’ work combing through the massive SHIELDRA data dump - that it was the Winter Soldier and not a car accident that had killed Howard and Maria Stark.  

But through that same source,  Tony also had ample evidence of what had been done to James Buchanan Barnes to make him into the Fist of Hydra.  The dispassionate descriptions of Zola’s  ‘experiments’ had made bile rise in his throat,  and seeing the schematics of the equipment they used to ‘reset’  the Soldier sent a chill down his spine.  Besides,  Tony knew perhaps better than anyone that a weapon has no choice as to where it is aimed or who it harms.  

That said, he had figured it was best to keep his distance while he worked through everything.  Barnes had made that easy enough, at least at first – barely leaving Steve’s suite  for the first couple of weeks.  And even then, when he ventured out, it was always as Cap’s shadow, barely speaking or making eye contact with anyone, much less Tony.  

But then there was one late night when it seemed neither of them could sleep, meeting up by chance in the communal Avengers kitchen.  Barnes immediately started backing away and apologizing; his reaction spurring Tony’s impulsive  nature. 

“Cool your jets, Sarge.” Tony said through a yawn; too tired to overthink the situation.  “This is neutral territory, after all.  How about some�� symbolic breaking of the bread?” He turned to the large chest freezer.    “There should be some ice cream in here, unless Barton beat us to it.  Grab a couple of bowls from the cabinet, would you?” 

“Okay,” Barnes responded dubiously, but did as Tony had asked, setting them on the counter.  

Tony retrieved  a couple of containers from the freezer and set them down as well.  “Looks like we’ve got french vanilla, fudge ripple, and strawberry.  Pick your poison.”   

“Strawberry sounds good. Thanks.”   Barnes’ voice was rough, either from sleep or possibly disuse.  

Tony grabbed two spoons out of the drawer in front of him and handed one over. “Help yourself. I’m a choco-holic myself.”   He watched as Barnes scooped out the ice cream, his prosthesis making a discordant grinding.  “Is it supposed to sound like that?” he blurted out. 

Barnes’ cheeks darkened, as if he was embarrassed.  “No. When Steve and I … fought,”  he paused and swallowed hard,  “something got jammed up.  I’ve tried fixing it, but I don’t really know what I’m doing.” 

“Then it’s a good thing you’re living under the same roof with a mechanical genius,” Tony replied,  “I’d be happy to take a look at it, if you want.” 

Barnes looked up, meeting Tony’s gaze for the first time; his storm-grey eyes widening in surprise.  “Really?  I figured you hated me.” 

Tony shook his head.  “Not once I realized that you’re not the Soldier any more. And that you never wanted to be.” 

[missellaneousworks]

Excerpt from "Sundae Jack" - Fluff n' Smut SDJ Fic

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY community. Therefore, the content of this fic is NOT APPROPRIATE for anyone under 18+ and should not be engaging with it.

Very self-indulgent Ella (OC) x Sunny Day Jack fic. The full version can be found on AO3 HERE.

Below is just a taste before things get spicy~

Something is Wrong With Sunny Day Jack is a +18 ONLY series. MINORS DNI.

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Oh yeah.  It had been that kind of a week for Ella.

The tub of ice cream landed on the counter with an unceremonious clunk, followed by the rest of the ice cream fixings.  Strawberries, bananas, chocolate fudge syrup, and whipped cream.  After a whole week of work, paying bills, having her hot water shut off for two days due to a water main breaking…. She needed to treat herself.  So after a horrible week, Ella went to the store with a little extra cash she had left over and got herself the full sundae spread!

Jack’s head poked out of the bedroom as he was finishing up folding laundry.  “Welcome back, Sunshine!  Whatcha got there?”

“My salvation,” Ella remarked with satisfaction. “I decided to take some of your advice about treating myself after a rough week.”

In the not-too-far past, Ella would usually turn to a nice bottle of wine and a bubble bath to relax and unwind. But while walking down the frozen dessert section in the grocery store earlier, she found a brand of ice cream she hadn’t seen in years. Normally, she would sadly pass by before she could change her mind, but today of all days she figured why not?  Besides, Jack would probably appreciate a little sweet treat, too!

“Anything I can do to help?” Jack’s ever-cheerful voice inquired helpfully. 

“Actually, yeah! Can you slice up the strawberries and a banana?”

After retrieving the cutting board and knife, Jack began to cut the fruit into thin, even pieces, humming a melody that Ella didn’t quite recognize, but was sure she heard it before.  “You know, most people get cherries with their sundaes.  I like the fact that you bought strawberries, though!”

“Eh heh, yeah… cherries remind me too much like cough syrup.  I know they’re already cherry flavored, but still… I like strawberries more.”

“Blueberries are also great!”

“No kidding, Mr. Blue-Haired-Clown-Sir.”  Ella teased back.

“Pfft, okay, okay, that one was obvious.”

“A little,” Ella giggled.  As she removed the ice cream tub’s lid and began to scoop the into the bowl.  “You know, I’m also a fan of peaches and nectarines.”                                                        

“Those sound tasty!  Maybe we can buy some next time.  Can never have to much fruit for your diet.”

“Not unless they go bad because I don’t eat them in time.”

“That's what you have me, here for, Sunshine,” Jack said triumphantly as he finished cutting the fruit, quickly washing the knife and setting it into the sink drainer.   

“…to eat the fruits I don’t like?” Ella innocently blinked up a Jack, leaning into his side slightly.

Jack chuckled and shook his head.  “No, silly.  To make sure you stay happy and healthy!  So we can keep having ice cream dates together~”

“Hmmm!  A fine point, Mr. Sunny Day.”

“You know what they say, an apple a day keeps the doctor away!  So it’s important to keep you in pear-fect health!”

The silence was incredibly loud as Ella slowly, deliberately turned towards Jack.  “…honey.  May I remind I am armed?  With an ice cream scooper?!”

Jack didn’t even attempt to hold back his laughter.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t help it.  I just think you’re one in a melon.”

“I know where you sleep.”

“I should hope so,” now the clown was turning the tables again on Ella, his voice lowering an octave as he came up behind Ella and wrapped his arms around her waist.  “It’s right next to you, after all.”

A pleasurable shiver ran up Ella’s spine as she felt Jack’s breath across the back of her neck and shoulder.  Subconsciously leaning back onto Jack’s body, Ella almost forgot about the ice cream sundae, at least until she accidently knocked over the open jar of chocolate syrup and got all over the counter. 

“Ah, shit!”

“Whoops!”  Jack blinked at the mess, a slightly disappointed grimace across his face.  However, it didn’t stop him from getting a moist paper towel and dabbing the mess.  “I got it, Sunshine, don’t worry!”

“Guess your flirt was too hot for this hot fudge to handle.”

That earned her another chuckle from her lover.  “Want to cool down with this sundae?”

“I thought you’d never ask~”

Within moments, Ella and Jack were nestled on her couch with a blanket, and a sizable bowel of the sundae, with two spoons so they could share. 

“Um, is this okay?  That we’re eating out of the same bowl?  I thought about getting one for each of us, but I kind of thought it would be cute to share…”

“I don’t mind, this is perfect, Ella.” Jack reassured with that ever-comforting smile of his.

“I thought it was pear-fect.”

“Ooooh!  My own pun thrown back in my face.”

“You’re very handsome face,” Ella shimmied closer to Jack’s side and wasn’t blind to the slight blush on Jack’s face.  It was nice to know even he could get bashful at times.  Adorable.  “Anyways, let’s dig in—”

The abrupt pause in his Sunshine’s delight caused Jack to raise his eyebrow in confusion.  “What’s wrong?”

“…I feel like… we’re missing something.”  Ella thoughtfully tapped the spoon against her lower lip before her head snapped up.  “The whipped cream!  Oh my god, hang on.”

Her sudden departure to retrieve the forgotten condiment was amusing to Jack.  Ella’s strive to get something just right might have been considered a setback to others, but not Sunny Day Jack.  He took a lot of time and dedication to improve Ella’s quality of life, and even more important, her happiness. 

Which was one thing they had in common.  His sunshine worked so hard to make people around her happy, it just showed how kind, creative, and amazing she truly was.  Sadly, there were times when Ella overdid it—with the best of intentions, but it was a small secret Jack kept to himself; he felt that most other people didn’t deserve the time of day with Ella.  She worked so hard at work, maintaining her home, and her writing, and finding new inspiration to keep her going.  As the matter of fact was that Ella persisted despite all of the trouble and heartache she’d been through in the past.  And that fact alone made her… special. 

It felt good being in her light.  Incredibly, warm, light, and loving light.  It was only right that her attention shouldn’t be wasted on others who would otherwise dim that precious light.

He’d make sure it would stay that way.  Forever, if he had to. 

“Got it!” Ella triumphantly scampered back to the living room with the whipped cream.  She plopped right next to Jack again, shaking the can before placing a sizable dollop on top of the sundae.  “Now, it’s perfect!”

Jack couldn’t help the mischievous smile.  “You mean pear—”

“Don’t,” Ella pointed the can directly at Jack’s face in an attempt to look intimidating.  Though the scrunch of her noise proved to be cuter than anything.  “I am armed and dangerous.  Don’t you dare, Jack.” 

Jack bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the chuckle building in his chest, but he couldn’t resist teasing her… just a little.  He jokingly lifted both of his hands up in mock defeat.  “Oh-ho!  What do you intend to do now that I’m at your mercy, Sunshine?”

The glimmer in Ella’s eye was unmistakable.  Her finger pressed on the tip of the can’s spout, intending to spray just a little on his nose, to make good on her threat, and to be a little coy.

However.

After a moment, nothing came out, and Ella added a little more pressure.

Jack stiffened as a flurry of whipped cream erupted all over his face, covering his left eye, cheek, part of his lip, but most of it did land on his red nose.  Jack squeezed his eyes shut when he was met with a barrage of sweetness, not fully registering what exactly happened at first.   After one mortifying moment, Jack’s right eye blinked open.  Ella’s face blanched from utter embarrassment.

“Pffffft!” Jack’s shoulders began to shake.  Then a giggle slipped, followed by a snort. 

Ella could only blink back as the silliness of her nerves and the situation itself sunk in.  Jack hunched over in an attempt to turn and hide his face, but Ella could clearly see his eyes squeezed shut, and the corners of his mouth failing to suppress a smile. 

“Oh my God,” Ella released the beginning of her own breathless laugh before she finally quipped, “Sorry honey,” she genitively wiped the cream from his eye.   “Guess I was the one who blew their load prematurely, huh?”

Jack guffawed and doubled over with a shocked laugh.  “ELLA!”

It broke the damn that held back Ella’s jovial laughter as she hunched over while cupping Jack’s face.  “Hey, first time for everything, am I right?”

“You’re t-too much for me, sunspot!” Jack managed to eke out through his laughter. 

Ella giggled back, “Too bad! You’re stuck with me, innuendoes and all.”

“I’d hardly call that a bad thing, you know.”  Jack’s laughter began to subside into breathless chuckles.  Most of the cream had slid down his face and landed on his chest and lap. 

“O-oh,” Ella tried to remain focus, but Jack was so close to her.  “Let me help, honey.”  Quickly, she grabbed a napkin that was sitting on the coffee table blotted parts of his face to remove the sweet confectionary cream from his face.  Jack was perfectly still and let her work, seemingly content to let Ella touch him, even if it was just for the sake of cleanliness.  She could feel his warm breath against her skin.  He wasn’t even doing anything other than just sitting there, messed up by her own hand.  Yet something about it made it feel… oddly intimate.  Especially the way Ella was studying the sharp features of his face.

“I think that’s all of it—oh, wait,” Ella cupped the side of Jack’s cheek and guided it to the side.  “You’ve got something on your face…”

“Ella--?” Jack was cut off at the feel of Ella’s soft lips against his cheek.

The dusting of pink across her face as she pulled back was impossible to ignore, as was a small, coy smile.  “Never mind, it was just me.”

Jack’s smile widened, positively smitten.  “Have I told you recently that I love it when you get spontaneous?” 

The compliment hit its mark perfectly as Ella’s blush deepened before an idea began to form in her mind.

Spontaneous, huh…?

~

Read more at the link on top. Thank you for reading~!

[thedevildompolybunch]

Holiday Treats (Obey Me & Reader)

Main Location: The Common Room 

Summary: MC decides to put a candy bowl out for the holidays. What could possibly go wrong at The House of Lamentation? 

Except:  "...In summary; I want us to make enough treats to keep Beel satisfied for the rest of the holiday season."

What to Expect: Fluffy, touching, kissing, Holiday, implied poly MC, mention of The Three World Festival Beel, Belphie, Satan, Lucifer, Asmo, Mammon, Barbatos, Luke (platonic), Levi, Simeon, Mention of Diavolo.

Also on: Wattpad & AO3

Chapter 1: Treats for Everyone 

It was the holidays in the Devildom and you were putting the finishing touches on The House of Lamentation. You had to hand it to you, this year, you truly outdid yourself with the decorating. Well, you couldn’t take all the credit, the others helped out a lot too. 

Mammon stole an evergreen tree to decorate the living room; Lucifer brought pine garlands from the human world to spiral down the railings in the entrance hall; Satan placed curses on the gifts to prevent anyone from ruining the surprises; and, Lord Diavolo himself gifted you a Three Worlds Festival Wreath for the front door.  

It was made out of raven feathers instead of evergreen leaves and on the front hung a white bow, picked out by The House of Purgatory. It was the perfect mixture of human, angel, and devil; and, having it hanging on the door made The House of Lamentation a standing representation of what Lord Diavolo, and now you, believed in; peace between the three realms. 

You stood there for a moment admiring its beauty and indulging in the fond memories you’ve made here in the Devildom. Who would have thought you’d love this place so much? 

Bzz. Bzz.

Your D.D.D. buzzed in your pocket, snapping you back into reality. 

You checked the notification: 

TTWF SALE! 

Save up to 40%  when you shop at the Majolish

Swiping it away, you began to go through your checklist again; it was then that you realized you had one more thing to do, put the candy bowl out in the common room. 

With only a few minutes before the boys came home, you rushed off to the kitchen to grab the festive serving dish and the dark chocolate fudge you had prepared prior. Quickly you placed the individual squares into a presentable pyramid shape and just as you set the glass cover on top, Beel came through the front door carrying a sleeping Belphie. 

“Mm-mm.” 

Beel sniffed the air and followed the tantalizing aroma into the common room. He laid Belphie down on the sofa and accompanied…you, who was standing by the fudge. 

He tried hard to keep his composure as he towered over you. His eyes were transfixed on the fudge that was tauntingly displayed behind the glass. He was on the verge of drooling…no, he was drooling. A drip of it splashed onto you.

“You can have some if you want Beel.”

He perked up in delight.

“Really?” 

And without a second thought, he grabbed the tray and began to toss the entire thing into his mouth.

“BEEL! Wait! NO! I want to save some for your brothers!” 

You pleaded with him and snatched the plate from his hands before he could consume all of its contents.

A moment of silence filled the air as you both processed what just happened. It was then that guilt reddened on Beel’s face.

“Sorry MC...they just smelled so delicious.”

He couldn’t help it, sometimes he was a victim of his sin, so instead of letting the moment sour you reached for a fudge square and placed it up to Beel’s lips.

“I still want you to have some.” 

Beel smiled and chomped down on the fudge, almost catching your fingers in the process. 

“More please!”

You grabbed a few more pieces of fudge from the tray and handed them to him. 

"That's all for now. I want your brothers to try some." 

He nodded at your statement and popped them all into his mouth.

"Somewhat?" 

Said a sleepy voice from the corner of the sofa. 

"Fudge!” 

You held a piece out in front of Belphie. 

“Want some sleeping beauty?”

Smirking, he leaned over the sofa to take a bite, and just as he was about to enjoy himself…Asmodeus walked in. 

“Aw, hon, I couldn’t help but overhear that you made these just for us! ❤️”

He pulled out his D.D.D. and started taking photos of the fudge display. 

“My followers are going to love this!.”

Picking up one of the pieces of fudge, Asmo pretended to take a bite for a selfie. 

“Aren’t you going to try it?”

Asmo placed a kiss on your cheek as he typed up his Devilgram post. 

“Oh, I couldn’t! I’m on a diet.”

He placed the fudge back in the tray. 

“Don’t worry though sweetie, I’ll tell all my followers how delicious they were.”

Looking up from his post for a second, he shot you a wink.

"Oi! Asmo! Stop gettin all flirty with MC!"

“Mammon’s home. Funs over.”

With a peck on the lips and an eye roll, Asmo headed out of the room still typing on his phone.

“What fun did ya plan to have? Huh?! Don’t forget that I wa-”

Mammon yelled out to Asmo, but he ignored him.

“HEY! I know ya c-” 

Tuning them out, you diverted your eyes to Satan, who seemingly materialized out of nowhere.

“Idiots. If I was you, I’d just ignore them.”

He shook his head in disapproval.

“I’m already one step ahead of you.” 

He smiled in response before picking up a piece of fudge and examining it. 

"Impressive…Did you make these yourself?" 

“Yeah actually, I ju-”

And just as you were about to answer, Lucifer walked into the room and stole the conversation. 

“I assume you have considered all of the consequences of leaving a candy bowl out in this house?”

You glanced over at Beel and nodded your head.

“Yes…how could I not have?”

You hold the candy bowl up to Lucifer’s face. 

“Try one. They’re dark chocolate, low sugar…that makes them extra bitter.” 

Your words were punctuated with a smile and Lucifer took one from the tray. 

“I’ll save it for later.”

With a smirk and a head bow in appreciation, Lucifer exited the room. Only for his voice to enter again.

“LEEEEEEVVVVVVVIIIIIII!”  

His yell could be heard throughout the Devildom, or at least it felt like it.

“RURI-CHAN’S HOLIDAY ADVENTURE PREMIERES IN 15 MINUTES AND I CAN’T MISS IT, THERE’S STILL SO MUCH I NEED TO DO BEFOR-.” 

“--Levi, I would recommend you watch where you’re going, or missing the Ruri-Chan Holiday special will not be the only thing you have to worry about.” 

Levi gulped at the insinuation but he had no time to linger, he had Ruri-chan to catch. Just as he was about to continue his run back up to salvation, he heard your voice beckon him. 

“Levi! Wait!” 

You ran up the stairs after him, grabbing his arm to stop him. A pit formed in his stomach as he looked at the time on his D.D.D.

GAH! TEN MINUTES? ARE YOU KIDDING?! MC WANTS MY ATTENTION NOW? 

He thought to himself. 

“MC, can’t it wait? The Ruri-Chan holiday specia–”

“--Starts in a few minutes, I know.”

Placing the fudge in his hand, you gave him a kiss on the lips and sent him off. 

“Hurry or you'll miss it!” 

Levi ran off as fast as he could, yelling his appreciation on his way to his room.

“Thanks for understanding MC!” 

By the time you made sure everyone got their fudge, it was late and you were exhausted. Deciding to call it a night, you headed up to your room and that was when you noticed the candy bowl was empty. As expected. 

Grabbing some leftover fudge you had put away, you refilled the bowl and headed off to your room for the night.

Chapter 2: The Mystery of the Missing Bowl 

It was the next morning, and you just finished getting ready for RAD. Grabbing your bag by the door you started to make your way out of the house, but not before making a quick pit stop to check on the bowl in the common room. 

Peaking through the doorway, you could clearly see the bowl was empty. Delighted by the sight, you grabbed the last of the fudge you made, refilled the dish, and headed out the door with the others. 

It didn’t take long to get to RAD, and before you knew it, you were sitting down in your first class. 

While taking out the supplies for your current class, you realized that something seemed to be off. Taking another look you realized your Devildom botany textbook was missing. Are you kidding?! 

You searched through your bag again, and again; and then one more time just to make sure. 

Then you remember you were using it to study before bed last night, and it was still on your desk. 

Panic set in. 

The professor of your Botany class already wasn't particularly fond of you, and now this? Not the best way to get on their good side. 

Satan, who was sitting next to you, noticed your visible discomfort and inquired. 

“MC?”

He stroked your thigh comfortingly, his actions hidden by the desk. Whispering to avoid capturing the teacher’s attention he continued. 

“Is something going on?”

You explained to him your situation and he nodded in understanding. 

“I see.” He nods. 

Slipping your schedule out from the front of your binder, he examined it quizzically.

“Hm…I think I have a solution for you.”

He pushed your schedule towards you and pointed at the class in talks. 

“You don’t have that class till the end of the day.”

He slid his finger across the times on the schedule and stopped on one. 

“You could run home during lunch and grab the book.”

You sighed in relief. 

“That’s a great idea, why didn’t I think of that.”

Pointing to your schedule, he pointed to the date.

“It’s probably because you are looking at the wrong day, we don’t have this class together in the morning till Tuesday. And on that day you have that class next.” 

“Wait, are you saying I’m in the wrong class?”

Satan nodded. 

Looking at your schedule, you scrambled to get your things back in your bag and ran out to be late for your first class.

****

Ok, so it wasn’t the best start to a day, but you were hoping the afternoon would be better. With lunchtime on the horizon, you impatiently waited in your seat with your bag packed, ready for the bell to sound. And when it did, you began to enact Satan’s plan. 

Busting through the doors of The House of Lamination, you rushed up to your room, retrieved the book; and…just as you were about to head out the door, you noticed the treat bowl was empty. 

That’s strange. 

You thought to yourself. 

No one had been home since this morning. 

Shrugging it off, you looked at the time on your D.D.D.

RAD wasn’t that far away, right? And the treat bowl did look awfully nice in the common room when it was filled.

I might have time to whip up a small batch of cookies. 

You thought to yourself as you made your way into the kitchen. You evaluated the inventory and decided to make sugar cookies. 

Quickly you grabbed the ingredients to make the dough. Wasting no time tossing the first dozen into the oven. 

With plenty of cookie dough left, you began to prepare another tray for the oven, and that was when your D.D.D. buzzed. 

Asmo: “Where are you, sweetie?”

Asmo: “Did you skip without me?”

Asmo: “Mean!”  

Your stomach dropped as you looked at the clock; you completely lost track of time…again. Throwing the leftover dough in the fridge, you put the finished cookies on display in the common room and rushed out the door. 

****

The afternoon was not better, as you hoped. The rest of the day passed slowly and you couldn’t wait to take your afternoon nap with Belphie back at The House of Lamination. You were just about to step off campus when.

Bzz. Bzz.

Your D.D.D. went off. It was a reminder.

NOW: TTWF Committee Meeting 

Ugh. 

Turning around, you trudged your way to the student council office. This was going to be a long day. 

****

You arrived at the doors of The House of Lamination worn out and tired. Shuffling your way through the doors, you began to make your way to your room, but not before getting caught by Belphie popping his head out of the common room. 

“MC, the candy bowl is empty.

Again?! You thought to yourself. 

“Yeah, something weird has been going on with that. Even when no one is home it seems to empty.”

Shrugging it off Belphie yawned. 

“So, are you going to refill it?” 

Rolling your eyes in exhaustion you made your way to the kitchen to finish off the dough from earlier. The leftover dough managed to make two more batches, and you were hoping that would last at least till tomorrow. Refilling the tray, you placed it back in its resting place and headed off to clean the kitchen. 

****

By the time the kitchen was clean, you were ready to collapse. And that was when, on your way back to your room, you spotted the bowl…empty.

Already?! HOW? BEEL WAS AT PRACTICE AND NO ONE ELSE HAS BEEN DOWNSTAIRS. 

You surveyed the room from the doorway, there didn’t seem to be anyone in the room. Well, no one besides a sleeping Belphie who was awoken by your presence. 

“It’s empty again.”

He said with a stretch and a point at the bowl. 

“I can see that. Who emptied it?”

Belphie shrugged and laid back down. 

Grabbing the last of the cookies, you placed them on the tray and walked away, but this time you didn’t leave, you watched through a crack in the doorway. 

At first, things seemed normal; the room was quiet, the cookies were untouched, and Belphie was fast asleep in front of the fire. Or was he? 

A few minutes went by, and you watched as Belphie peeked over the sofa, and around the room to make sure the coast was clear.

What is he up to? 

You watched intensely as he walked over to a large cabinet and opened it. You were taken aback when out stepped a certain orange-haired glutton, with a large smile on his face, and hands clasped together in excitement. 

That sneaky Demon. You thought as you watched Beel happily devour all the contents of the tray and step back into the cabinet.

“I can’t say I’m surprised.” 

You were startled by a sudden voice whispering in your ear. You turn your head and see that the voice belongs to Lucifer. 

“I’ll figure this out.” 

Looking at Beel and the empty candy bowl, you began to think you may have taken on a bigger challenge than you originally thought. 

“The easiest solution is to stop filling it.”

Lucifer’s words echoed in your ears. But Beel’s happy face stuck in your mind, what were you to do? 

Chapter 3: Treats for Beel 

You didn’t want to “stop filling it,” it wasn’t every day that Beel got to eat as much as he wanted, you sympathized with the glutton. That, and he was just so damn adorable when he was eating. Even now, when you thought of the smile on his face as he came out from his hiding place to devour the contents of the bowl, it gave you joy. 

Not wanting to call it quits, you began to devise a plan. What if you could keep the tray full? Was it possible to make enough treats to last the holiday season? Well, if it was, you knew you couldn’t do it alone, so you called on the few bakers you knew; Luke and Barbatos. 

You contacted them both in a group chat and devised a time to meet up at the castle kitchen. When everyone arrived, you told them your plan. 

"...In summary; I want us to make enough treats to keep Beel satisfied for the rest of the holiday season."

A moment of silence filled the air as Barbatos and Luke looked at each other than at you. 

“I must say MC, that is quite the task you are asking of us.” 

Barbatos’ voice expressed his reluctance.

“Yeah MC, I don’t think there are enough supplies in the Devildom for that! Beelzebub once ate an entire cake I made in one bite. And, STILL wasn’t satisfied!” 

Looking at their hesitant faces, you plead with them. 

“Look, whatever mess this causes, I will take full responsibility for.” 

The room was silent. 

“Pleeaassee?” 

Barbatos blushed at your plea. You were adorable. 

“Excuse me.”

He cleared his throat to release the embarrassment of his reaction. 

“I will see what I can do.” 

With a smile and a bow, he gave you his word. 

Luke yelled out in opposition. 

“What?! Do you kno…”

And so the baking began. 

****

From that day forward you guys took turns baking. You’d put anything they would send over in the treat bowl. Barbatos sent over tons of Hellfire Mushroom Rolled Cigar Cookies; Luke bulk-baked a variety of Celestrial realm treats he had been wanting to practice; you made dozens upon dozens of chocolate peppermint cupcakes, And once Simeon found out what was going on, he also started sending treats over. 

Yes, things were looking cheery in the Devildom and it seems that the candy bowl may not have been a bad idea after all. 

Chapter 4: A Letter in the Mail 

The holidays were over, and you finally had time to rest after all of the festivities. You never knew baking could make you so tired. You were just about to hit snooze when a knock came on your door.

Getting up, you open it and are greeted by Lucifer. 

“I would like to see you in my office.” 

It was a command. He escorted you down the hall and invited you to sit in the chair in front of his desk. 

“This is why we don’t leave treats out in The House of Lamentation.”

He handed you a letter and sat down. It was addressed to you, from the castle. 

It read as followed: 

It has been brought to our attention that the dairy, wheat & egg supplies in the Devildom are currently in shortage due to the recent holiday festivities that took place at The House of Lamination. 

On behalf of the entire Devildom, the candy bowl tradition is now banned from being practiced at The House of Lamination.

We appreciate your enthusiasm in wanting to share your human world customs with the citizens; however, due to the circumstance of a certain resident in your home, we have to ask that you refrain from participating in this custom in the coming years.

Sincerely 

 Lord Diavolo

With an awkward smile, you looked up at Lucifer, rubbing the tension from your neck. 

“Heh. I guess I didn’t think of all of the consequences.”

A sigh released from Lucifer’s lips as he massaged the tension from the bridge of his nose.

What was he going to do with you? 

[tropes-and-tales]

A Bit of Color

December 26:  Quilt/Scrooge - Sunny versus Grumpy (Ray Merrimen x F!reader)

(From the winter prompts found here)

CW:  Angst; Ray is a rude boi; mention of suicide

Word Count:  1828

AN:  Requested by the lovely @bport76​!

Ray would have never chosen you for his crew, but Bosco brought you in when they lost their intel person.  He’s dubious at first—you’re preternaturally chipper, so cheerful and sweet that Ray’s teeth ache after he has to deal with you.  

But Bosco has a good handle on their needs, and you’re an absolute ace at tech.  You can hack anything:  any computer, any phone system.  You can find blueprints and hack a security camera, all with that saccharine attitude that grates against him.

It’s like a Hallmark movie fucked a Care Bear and created you.  You dress in bright colors, usually dresses where the skirt flares out as you skip around the fucking chop shop.  You hum pop songs as you work.  You bake for the guys, cupcakes with rainbow frosting and chocolate chip cookies.  You fuss over the guys too, take on a mother hen role that frays Ray’s nerves.

Hell, you even smell sweet, the scent of vanilla and lavender lingering even long after you leave.

Ray would get rid of you in a heartbeat, but you’re too damned good.  He knows he could look for someone with half of your skills and never find them.

So he puts up with you.  For your stellar hacking skills, he endures your colorful/sweet/manic pixie bullshit with a clenched jaw and a grumble.

-----

You’re also one of those crafty women, always knitting or sewing or painting something.  More than once, Ray and the guys have come back from a heist just to find you sitting there and waiting for them, a piece of knitwork in your lap.

You’re also one of those generous types, which means when the holidays roll around, you become extra insufferable.

You bake.  You make candy.  You can your own jams, jellies, salsas.  You make chili and cornbread, feed the guys when they are working late one night.  Ray grunts when you hand him a bowl, and he calculates how much harder he’ll have to work out the next day to burn off all the fucking calories—

You give them gifts.  Handmade gifts.

For Lavoux, it’s sweaters that you knit.  Three sweaters, matching, for him, his wife, and his daughter.

For Bosco, it’s an elaborately wrapped box of homemade fudges.  Chocolate, peanut butter, rocky road, orange cream.

“You’re trying to make me fat,” Bosco says as he pulls you in for a hug, pulls you off your feet.  “I love ya, girl.”

For Mack, it’s a beer stein that you apparently made yourself, glazed yourself, and fired in a nearby community kiln.  Because why the fuck not, Ray figures.  He wonders if you mined the clay yourself too, just to be extra fucking irritating.

For Ray?  Of course you have a gift for Ray.

It’s a quilt.  At least it’s not super colorful, like Rainbow Brite puked on it—it’s shades of grey and blue in small rectangles stitched together.

“It’s a variation of the Big Fences pattern,” you tell him, as if he knows what the hell that means, and he misses the shy smile on your face.

“I don’t really need a quilt.”  He refolds it, then tries to hand it back to you.

You frown, your eyebrows knit together.  “But…it’s a gift.”

“It’s L.A.  I never will need a quilt.”

You seem to misunderstand him because your face splits into a bright grin.  “Oh, but I used lightweight batting!  It’s not too heavy, so it’s actually perfect for L.A. weather—”

“No.”  He pushes the quilt back at you, frowns until you take it.  “I don’t need this.”

Ray never has been very tactful, and no one would ever accuse him of being soft, but the way your face crumples as you take the quilt and clutch it to your chest, the way your eyes fill with tears but how to try to play it off, give a shaky laugh and say “sure, sorry Ray, of course”…

He’s never felt like more of a monster in his life.

And then you leave, come up with a flimsy excuse of how you need to be somewhere else.

Even if he didn’t feel like the world’s biggest asshole, the guys cut him zero fucking slack.

“That’s cold,” Lavoux tells him.  “Ice cold, man.”

“Like watching someone kill a kitten,” Mack agrees.

Bosco glares at Ray, crosses his arms.  “This shit takes time, Merrimen.  All this crafty homemade shit?  It’s hours of her life, and that quilt was easily the most time-intensive of all of our gifts.”

“I didn’t ask for a gift.”  Ray crosses his own arms, matches Bosco’s energy.

“And she didn’t ask for a fucking Scrooge.  You don’t want the quilt?  You tell her ‘thank you so much, this is great,’ and then you take it home and tuck it away somewhere.  Fuck, Ray.  You lose all your home training in prison?”

“She’d never even know if you threw it away,” Mack adds.  “You coulda just taken it and tossed it, and she’d be none the wiser.”

“Being rude like that is bad karma.  Bad juju,” says Lavoux.

“No such thing,” Ray says, and his tone makes it clear that the discussion is over.

-----

Ray doesn’t believe in karma or juju, and nothing overtly bad happens.  Still, he has to admit the vibe in the crew has changed.

You’re not the same.  Maybe Mack was right, maybe what Ray did to you was like killing a kitten.  You still joke around with the guys, but the minute—the absolute second—Ray shows up, you shut down.

You still dress in your colorful dresses, but somehow it’s sadder when your outfits are paired with a slight frown and a sad silence.  You don’t hum anymore.  No singing along to bright pop songs under your breath as you hack into banking mainframes.

You don’t bake for them anymore either, and that’s what pushes the guys to near mutiny.

“You need to fix this shit,” Bosco mutters to him one night.  “I haven’t had one of her peanut butter brownies in weeks.”

“So go to a fucking bakery.”

“I said fix it.”  He pushes the words out through gritted teeth.  “You’re the one that broke her.  You’re the one that’s gonna fix her.”

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How can Ray fix it with you?

He has no way into your world view.  His life has never been colorful.  He grew up in a military family, went straight into the military himself.  MARSOC, then his discharge, then his life of crime.

Never any color.  Just the dun and greys of the military, of prison.  Never any music or sweetness and Ray doesn’t see what he’s missing in all of that.

He does the best he can.  He asks himself what he would want, and then he does the exact opposite, which is why he finds himself on your doorstep, a fistful of colorful flowers from the grocery store clutched in his fist.

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You’ve always been reasonably assured around Ray, but in your kitchen, you stumble.  You offer him tea, then shake your head at yourself, mutter stupid to yourself.

“I have…a beer.  If you want it.”

“Sure.  Sounds good.”

You reach into your fridge and hand him the bottle gingerly, then perch yourself in the chair opposite of him.

Ray takes a drink, looks around.  He thought your house would have been nothing but bright colors, but it looks…mostly normal.  A few pops of color here and there:  paintings on the walls, knick-knacks on the shelves.  But nothing outrageous.

You only stare at him solemnly, a subtle tension in your features.

“I came by to say I’m sorry.  About the quilt.”

“I guess it was pretty stupid.  A quilt in Los Angeles.”

“Nah.”  He shakes his head.  “I’m just an asshole.”

If there’s one other thing Ray likes about you, aside from your skills as a hacker, it’s your honesty.  You never lie to them.

When he calls himself an asshole, you nod at him in agreement.

“I’d like it back,” he continues.  “The quilt.  If you’d be willing.”

“I don’t know.”  You turn and look out the window into your backyard.  “You don’t have to take it just to be nice.”

“I’m not nice.  I want it.  I’ll use it.”  A beat.  “I don’t have anything homemade in my apartment.  It’ll make it nicer.”

You turn back to face him.  “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

You smile, and it’s the same shy one you had when you first handed him his gift.  “Okay then.  I’ll go get it.”

You stand up and leave the kitchen, disappear into some deeper part of the house, but Ray stands up too.  He takes his beer into your living room and studies the framed photos on the shelf there.  You and friends.  You and a dog.  A little girl that he guesses is you, with an older man in the full dress uniform of the military.

You come into the living room with the quilt neatly folded in your arms, and you see Ray studying your pictures.

“This your dad?” Ray asks, pointing at the man in the uniform.

“…yes.”

“Marines?”

“Yes.”  A beat.  “He died when I was young.”

“Sorry.  Which campaign?”

Another beat, longer.  “He…he committed suicide.”

“Ah, shit.  Sorry.”

“It was a long time ago.”

“Still…”  He looks at the picture again, sees you as a little girl with a wide grin, eyes squeezed shut.  

He clears his throat, offers you a bit of himself.  “You know, my old man was military.  Fought in Iraq, came back different.  So I get it, a little.  I understand what it’s like to grow up like that.”

Though he doesn’t point out the difference:  Ray followed down that same military path, allowed himself to be molded into a killing machine with MARSOC.  You split off in an entirely different direction, filled your life with color and light and sweetness.

You nod in acknowledgement, then hand him the quilt.  “Here you go.”

He takes it and waits for you to look him in the eye until he gives you the smallest of smiles.  “Thank you.  I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

“It’ll be the nicest thing at my place.”

You get a sly tilt to your lips, a smirk more than a smile.  “Not much competition though, right?”

“Oh, that’s how you’re gonna be then?  You’re gonna knock my decorating skills?” he jokes back.

“Your decorating skills probably aren’t that bad.  It’s easy to match black and grey,” you say with the same teasing grin.

“Well, there’s some blue in this.”  He holds up the folded quilt, runs a finger along the neat stitching.  “A good start.”

“It doesn’t hurt to have a little color in your life, Ray.”

He guesses not.  And more than any color, he has insight into who you are.  An inroad into what formed you, what made you the person you are.  Better than any color is intel, and Ray has some valuable intel now.

[delopsia]

what desserts are bakin' in the floytt household this thanksgiving? i feel like bobby would make a bunch of pies. i also feel like rhett would follow him around the kitchen like a puppy, hoping to taste test everything

aaaa! Bob the baker and his two little helpers 🥹 baking is his specialty every year. Usually, he makes one pie and one set of cookies, but this year, nobody could decide on what they wanted. How is anyone meant to pick one when there are so many options??

It takes all of about ten minutes before Bobby cracks and decides that this year, we're making all of them. Between the three of them, it's easy to make sure nothing goes to waste, so why bother with limits?

So, they have five pies: apple, blueberry, cherry, lemon meringue, and banana cream...because Rhett wouldn't quit giggling at the phrase "cream pie". Pumpkin doesn't make the list because it's a holiday staple, and Bob...may have bought one from the local bakery two days ago.

Rhett wants to help so bad, but he doesn't know a damn thing about baking and keeps getting in the way. It's not his fault; he's just trying his best to beat Bob to the pantry and lend a helping hand, but Bob's got his own set order of doing things, and he's unintentionally messing it up! So Rhett is given one job, and that's to sit on the counter and taste-test everything Bob gives him.

A job the Reader gets to share with him, but they're on the opposite side of the kitchen keeping an eye on the oven (Rhett's not allowed within 5 feet of it, ever since he forgot to turn on the timer and burnt the ever living hell out of last year's holiday pie).

But in the end, Rhett's still slightly upset that he didn't get to help with anything, so Bob riffles around through the pantry and teaches him how to make fudge. One way or another, some of it flicks out of the bowl and lands on the bridge of Rhett's nose, and he almost drops the bowl because Reader and Bobby are kissing it off of him ❤ 🥧

[nonaonann]

The Bats & Birds and Their Favorite Ice-creams + Reasonings:

Alfred: Moose Tracks (People who say his favorite would be plain vanilla/vanilla bean are my mortal enemies. Idc if they're comic writers or whatever, Alfred is so not that guy. Moose tracks, for those who don't know, has a vanilla ice-cream base, with fudge swirls, and chocolate covered peanut butter cups. It's something fun for him, but not too "wild" if you know what I mean.)

Bruce: Rocky Road (Idk man...vibes? I hate the almonds in it but I feel like he likes almonds, like a lot? <- Random hc that is. Plus, whenever any of the others try to say, "Rocky Road? The nuts are gross, why??" Bruce can just add on, "And there's marshmallows.")

Kate: Strawberry Cheescake (This one is just a lot of association at play. Red is her accent? color and also just, her color, and pink is adjacent to red, and Kate seems like such a cheesecake elitist, sorry Kate Kane fans, I'm not retracting my truth, still love the woman, but yeah. Cheesecake is good an all, but it's definitely not my favorite thing in the world, sorry cheescake fans.)

Babs: Pistachio (....VIBES. Yeah, that's my reasoning for the most part. Also, it matches her eyes :^) Also, also, it's so fun to imagine her and Dick having these intense arguments and "wars" over "the better green ice-cream". Spoiler: Babs wins every time and she's the one who starts the conflict because for one, she finds it entertaining, two, she despises mint chocolate chip ice-cream, three, she likes drama lol.)

Dick: Mint Chocolate Chip (Specifically the green colored one. It's one of my top 5, plus, it fits his vibe in a way, it's wacky and bright. Also, it seems to be a somewhat widespread hc for him? I've come across a few fics where it is his favorite ice-cream flavor so glad I'm not alone in this. Also, I imagine he mixes together Mint Chocolate Chip, and everyone elses' favorite ice-creams in a bowl when he feels like it. It of course causes disgust, confusion, and chaos. The only ones of the others' ice-creams that are excluded are Pistachio, Vanilla Bean, and Rainbow Sherbert.)

Jason: Gelato (He strikes me as a Gelato over ice-cream guy. He likes to pick fights over it, a fellow seeker of the drama, like Babs lol. If he were to eat ice-cream ice-cream, probably Pistachio like Babs to egg on Dick for it, or Butter Pecan. I love the hc of him having like, Dad/Old man taste and this is my Dad's favorite ice-cream. Also, if anyone tries to egg on him for it, like, "You are such an old man." "Pecans? Those are gross---" he just adds on, "And carmel." I also like him being similar to Bruce in the overarching narrative way, but also in the little ways way.

Carrie: Rainbow Sherbert (IDK MAN IT’S JUST THE VIBE MATCHING IM PICKING UP. It's colorful, a little loud, a little chaotic, a little bit of a niche one, not a lot of people like it, me included, anecdotal evidence and all that jazz.)

Cass: Birthday Cake | Rocky Road | Cotton Candy (I love the hc? that Cass likes a lot of the things Bruce and or Steph like. <- Babs too, but I have a feeling Cass doesn't like Pistachio nuts for some reason? However, she also seems like a Birthday Cake ice-cream sort of gal. It's fun, it's colorful, it's an interesting contrast to her typical colors and Bat persona, and perhaps a little bit more reflective of her actual personality. When she has the time and a craving, she mixes all three ice-creams together, something she picked up from Dick, and it generally grosses out/confuses/and "angers" people. "Angers" meaning people jokingly get mad over it, like how you pick sides for mundane things and playfully, but veering toward seriously, defend it.)

Steph: Cotton Candy (Another of my personal top 5. Specifically the Thrifty brand. Peak childhood memories are of me mixing this ice cream together---its a sort of marbled thing with hot pink and a vibrant blue---to make it purple. We all know Steph's appreciation of the color and I also can just see her liking cotton candy flavored things.)

Tim: Black Cherry (Another of my top 5. Again...it's mostly for the vibes. Also, there's this really good---and I mean really good, a.k.a. it made me sob sob---fic called "cherry trees in your ribs (cherry trees in mine)" by klixxy on Ao3 that's about Tim & Dick talking about the time where Bruce "died" aka was lost in the time stream or whatever it was. It's a Tim-centric fic and the imagery is so beautiful and vivid, the line delivery makes my bones ache, and it, in my opinion, so perfectly encapsulates the relationship of being so incredibly close to a family memeber, only for something to happen that alters everything and causes that closeness, that relationship you loved and cared for, to never be quite the same. I have so much more to say about it, but this post is supposed to be about ice-cream, so if you have the time, read it and form your own opinion.)

Duke: Vanilla Bean (Are you getting tired of the "idk man...vibes match" answer? Well too bad, cuz that's also my reasoning here. Also, I love the idea of anyone bashing Duke for liking Vanilla Bean ice-cream all like, "Vanilla bean?" "That's so boringgg---" only for Duke to just, absolutely demolish them for their ice-cream flavor, no matter what it is. I'm talking, he's giving insults to these people that years down the line they still remember.)

Damian: Neapolitan (Uh...vibes. SORRY. But uh, it probably annoys him to a significant degree when the layering of all the flavors aren't evenly divided. His favorite sections, from most to least, are Strawberry, Chocolate, Vanilla. Damian's also probably a Vanilla Bean > Vanilla kind of person, so he has words about the vanilla ice-cream typically included in Neapolitan. Upon further consideration, maybe he'd like Matcha flavored ice-cream as well.)

[theboistm]

TMNT (2018) and What They Would Get at an Ice Cream Shop:

Source: me, an ice cream shop employee who is also obsessed with tmnt.

Leo: This dude gets the most elaborate, most expensive option possible. I can feel it in my bones. He likes the “finer things in life” and apparently that includes an extra five dollars spent on a double-scoop, waffle cone, sprinkles, and a cherry. Favorite flavor is probably something like Rocky Road. A bunch of different textures and flavors just for the sake of it.

Raph: My man is simple with a capital simp. He would totally get a cake cone with a single scoop and some solid flavor. Not chocolate or vanilla, but most certainly nothing with any texture or extra flavors. He looks at Leo’s order in disgust and then turns around and orders pistachio.

Donnie: Cup all the way. Cones are too messy and have a time constraint with how they melt all over you. He definitely is obsessed with chocolate and anything with chocolate in it. I’d imagine he gets a small but asks for a big bowl so he has no chance of spilling or making a mess. His go-to is fudge brownie with hot fudge on top.

Mikey: Used to be very similar to Leo, but then he dropped his cone onto Donnie’s lap. Now he is confined to cup life. He can still get a cone but the scoop has to be put into a cup first. Because of this, he can’t do as many toppings as he used to. So, he’ll get sprinkles and try to mix them in before scooping a small amount onto his cone. He usually goes for a sugar cone but will occasionally get a cake cone as well. His flavor of choice is Superman.

Bonus:

April: Is the ice cream shop worker who has to deal with them.

[scolbert22]

Incident Report

Written based on a photo submission by  @TJtheGuard on Twitter.

Home Owner’s Association Incident Case #58887269342

Reported by HOA Agent Edward Bland (Badge #H438)

At 6:38pm Eastern Standard Time, I was making my rounds when I knocked on the door of a 5875 Poplar Drive. The home was emitting noise levels that were well above the limit outlined by the Home Owner’s Association, specifically Paragraph II, Subheading 4 (Unpermitted Recreational Noise After 2:00 PM).  Homeowners Ralph and Garrett O’Malley.

 (The following is a transcript of the exchange that led to the Incident herein reported.)

GO: Hey, Kev-! Oh sorry, you’re not Kevin!

Agent Bland: Good Evening, Mr. O’Malley. I’m Agent Bland of the Home Owner’s Association. 

GO: Oh, Hi there. Let me get my dad, he owns the place

(After 48 seconds, GO Returns with RO)

RO: Hi there, what’s this about? We paid our dues by mail this month, was there an issue?

Agent Bland: No sir, I’m here about the noise level on your premises. It’s above the maximum noise levels permitted after 2 PM by the HOA Guidelines.

RO: Oh, I’m sorry, we weren’t meaning to bother anyone. Has someone complained?

Agent Bland: No one has complained as of yet, but-

RO: Well, Agent Bland, would you be willing to let it slide just this once? I mean its the super bowl, my son is off from college. We won’t bother anyone, I promise!

Agent Bland:  I understand Mr. O’ Malley, but as I’m sure you are aware you signed a contract promising not to disrupt the peace of this neighborhood, and you are currently in violation of that contract.

GO: Dude, can’t you lighten up a little? It’s not like We’re playing metal music or something, it’s just a football game.

Agent Bland: I’m sorry Sir, but there are no exceptions permitted in the HOA Guidelines.

GO: Who cares? That’s the dumbest [EXPLETIVE] I’ve ever heard in my life!

Agent Bland: Please calm down Sir, or I’ll be given no choice but to-

RO: Are you [EXPLETIVE] threatening my son? Get the [EXPLETIVE] off my property, we aren’t hurting anyone.

Agent Bland: Sir, is this verbal confirmation that you do not intend to correct your violation of HOA Guidlines?

RO: This is my  [EXPLETIVE] verbal confirmation that I’ll be as loud as I [EXPLETIVE] please on my own  [EXPLETIVE] property!

(At this point it became clear that the homeowners were hostile, so I utilized the HKM Mark 7 Personality Neutralizer at Subject RO. After a preliminary scan of the subject, the HKM Mark 7 Personality Neutralizer  elected to neutralize subject’s aggression, intelligence, and free will. The subject’s athleticism was also neutralized, causing significant weight gain and wardrobe alteration.  HKM Mark 7 Personality Neutralizer inadvertently fired twice, doubling the effect. Subject GO reacted extremely.)

GO: Dad! What happened to you?!

RO: [UNINTELLIGIBLE]

GO: What did you do to my dad? He’s drooling! Change him back! I’ll [EXPLETIVE] kill you!

(I was forced to once again discharge the HKM Mark 7 Personality Neutralizer, this time at subject GO. Subject experienced a similar effect to RO, including altered wardrobe and weight, but appeared to have a better grip on his mental faculties post blast. The HKM Mark 7 Personality Neutralizer fired only once )

GO: What the fudge did you do to us? fudge. Why do I keep saying fudge instead of fudge?

RO:  fudge

Agent Bland: Agents of the HOA are licensed to neutralize hostile personalities in the event of a confrontation.

GO: Please fix my father mister, I would be very grateful

Agent Bland: It’s regrettable what happened to your father young man, but unfortunately in order to have a personality neutralization reversed, you must file a request with the Home Owner’s Association Office between the hours of 9:00 AM and 4:00 PM, Monday through Thursday.

GO: (SILENT FOR SEVERAL SECONDS) What do we do now?

Agent Bland: Why don’t the two of you turn off the TV and work on a jigsaw puzzle? It’s a good way, HOA approved way to pass the time, and you’ll be in bed by 8:30.

GO: Okay Sir, you have a nice day. Come on Father, let’s do as the Agent says.

RO: Puzzle 

(End of Transcript.)

I am recommending no further disciplinary action at this time, but continued monitoring of 5875 Poplar Drive until such time as the HOA has determined Subjects have permanently ceased disruptive activity.