#i had fun thinking of fancy dishes he would make ^^

[townofcadence]

"What are you cooking?" From Lexus to Grayson

My Muse will Make Them a Meal

The plates were each placed with the utmost grace in front of Lexus as their time came to be presented, for a four course meal.

The first was an appetizer of sorts; home-made bread and salty butter churned from locally-sourced cream. It was comprised of half a loaf that appeared to have been braided with a few floral designs before it was cooked, and a golden wedge of butter beside it. Several slices had been perfectly cut to rest artistically on the plate from both. The bread's crust was a deep golden brown and had a crispy texture, but the inside was perfectly soft, aerated to be fluffy without losing any substance. With a smear of butter added, the combination was creamy and rich, melting in the mouth and flavoring the bread with a delicate, savory tang and an herbaceous freshness. There was just a pinch of salt in the butter as well, to highlight the balance of soft, almost-sweetness of the bread, and the light but savory flavor of the butter.

The next course, also an appetizer were raviolis, a set of six, placed on the plate in a circle. The pasta it was cooked in was translucent, allowing you to see the filling inside where it lay, a medley of greens and reds. a slight extra lip to the pasta also gave it the appearance of seashells, with the filling packed at the base. Their flavor is delicate, something bright with citrus and flavorful but earthy like basil and ricotta and a hint of beet or celery, depending on the color ravioli chosen. All of it was garnished with pest and a swirl of olive oil, one of the finer brands. Inside the ring of Raviolis were finely sliced, thin sea scallops, served chilled and garnished with colorful beets of red and green, as well as several herbs and lemon, for a refreshing flavor that was both light and unobtrusive, almost seamless with the similar flavors of the ravioli. The warm and chilled temperatures played together, as did the soft skin and filling of the ravioli, the bouncy yet tender texture of the scallop, and the soft crunch of thinly sliced beet and cucumber, drizzled with scallions and an tart, citrus vinaigrette.

The main course provided was pan seared duck, the outside crisped to perfection with a golden glazed crust decorated in an array of herbs and spices. The meat is topped with a garnish of an expensive serbian cheese, a crumbly feta-like textured cheese that bring a nutty, earthy flavor to the dish with a pinch of salt, carefully balanced with a rich, buttery taste that overall tastes quite clean. The duck itself is crisp, but on the inside it's divinely tender, flavorful and almost sweet from the sauce it is served with, that has a honey and fig flavor to balance against the savory of the meat. The duck is cooked perfectly as well, with no additional oiliness.

Several mushrooms, cut into coins also join the dish to form a small ring around the duck breasts, and they have a meaty texture that adds an almost autumnal, spiced flavor to the dish. There is also mashed potatoes on the plate, buttery soft and finely processed to the softest, cloud-like texture, but still with a weight on your tongue with each bite. A small sprinkle of truffle is added atop the potatoes as well, grated finely so it melts into the warm softness of the potato, bringing with it a robust, woodsy flavor. Sliced baby tomatoes, cooked confit with garlic and herbs, are also on the plate, as well as grilled slices of fresh squash and zucchini. The tomatoes bring a distinct texture that melts in your mouth almost immediately due to their small size and how they were cooked, but they pack a wallop of fresh flavor. The other vegetables bring a similar flavor in their own way with a slightly crispier texture and clean taste, with only salt and pepper to augment them slightly, to balance against the spiced starches and sweet-and-savory meat from the rest of the dish. The main course is served with a glass of aged brunello, a drink that adds a dark, fruity but acidic flavor, tannin heavy to pair with the fattiness of the duck, also with notes of fig, cherry, and hazelnut to tie it to the dish's flavor.

The final dish, dessert, is brought out; a square of chocolate pudding, separated into four distinct layers, each a chocolatey delight born from different styles of Belgian chocolate. It is creamy, soft, and layered with a fine topping of champagne jelly, which adds something fresh to the chocolate to keep it from being too rich. It appears to be dusted with a fine glitter. All of which is hidden beneath a dome of chocolate drizzled with the thinnest layer of salted caramel. A drink is also provided with the last dish, a saffron cordial, called Safran Şerbeti, a Turkish drink known for it's floral, fruity, and sweet elements, turned a beautiful shade of gold by the saffron threads dissolved in the sugar. It is served chilled, and has notes of lemon and orange, as well as honey and a pinch of spiced ginger. It is served in a long glass, which also contains an additional lemon slice submerged inside.

[lvlybin]

ain't you ever seen a princess be a bad bitch?

summary   ༝༚༝༚ … ZB1 & princess treatment

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✉️ sorry for kind of disappearing! I’m back to writing and I’m finishing up some works to post soon. I was cleaning out my drafts and found this <3 hope y’all enjoy

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓙iwoong ﹙𝓴.﹚ㅤ

tries his best to be domestic with you

Being in love with Jiwoong is like something out of a fairytale. He is truly such a genuine and innocent person that your well-being and happiness is always his priority. And with those things in mind, it’s almost second nature for him to be domestic with you, at least, to the best of his abilities. Princess treatment to him is pampering you to the fullest and making you feel like you might as well be married to him already. Nights where he’s cooking while you’re sitting at the counter watching as he does his best to make you both a meal are a must. He’d have romantic jazz playing in the background and of course, he’s going to pour you a drink without you even having to ask. Jiwoong will do all the chores you don’t want to do: laundry, the dishes, etc. Even if you don’t live together yet, he’s constantly trying to show you why it would be such a great idea for you both to share a space. As if you don’t already know how great it would be, because he loves you more than anything else and wants to be around you all of the time.

only takes you on romantic dates

This version of princess treatment you weren’t even aware of until you were both lounging on the couch and Jiwoong says something along the lines of: “We haven’t gone on a date in a while”. And you look at him confused because you had just gone to Barnes & Noble together for practically a whole afternoon, only for him to say: “That’s not a real date”. Jiwoong only considers it a date if you’re being spoiled by going to a fancy restaurant or doing something romantic like having a picnic on the beach. While it’s nice to have little hang-outs now and then with him–going out to lunch together or running errands together, he genuinely will only have the best for you, and that includes thought-out and thoroughly planned romantic outings.

helps you get dressed

If you’re in a relationship with Jiwoong, he does not want you lifting a finger. While he’s sure you love having your independence, he can’t help but want to consistently do things for you. Including helping you get dressed. If you ask for his opinion on an outfit, he will give you it without sugarcoating. If you want him to pick out an outfit for you, he will be on his feet and picking out different things for you to try on and piece together with his help. But his favorite is without a doubt zipping up your dresses. Something about the small gesture is so intimate to him. The way he brushes your hair to the side and lets one hand rest on your waist while the other pulls the zipper up with him finally leaving a soft kiss on the nape of your neck… It makes him feel like he’s doing a good job caring for you. And the fact that you want him to do something that’s a part of your everyday routine, even if it’s getting dressed, genuinely makes him feel so included and involved with your life.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓗ao ﹙𝔃.﹚ㅤ

will try / do anything or activity you want to do

Getting princess treatment from the princess himself is the highest privilege you could receive as his girlfriend. And necessarily, the things he does as ‘Princess Treatment’ are things he just thinks any good partner would do. So when you come running to him with a craft on TikTok you want to try or a new place you want to visit, he’s never going to say no. I think that despite being an introvert he really does enjoy trying new things and his favorite thing to do would be to try new things with you. Even if he honestly doesn’t really want to / think it doesn’t sound fun in the beginning. There have been times when you’ve mentioned something you’ve done with Hao to the other members and they’ve been in shock that he was willing to do it with you despite him saying no to doing it with them the previous day. He may pretend to complain a little, but he will ultimately do anything to see you happy.

compliments all day every day

Hao has concluded that if you’re dating him, you must love attention as much as he does. You at least have to know that you’re just as pretty, if not more, as him. He wants to see you blossom, to see your confidence grow when you’re with him, so he gives you as much of his attention as possible–and that includes compliments upon compliments. They start small so he can get you used to receiving such a large amount in a day, but once you’ve gotten past the stage when you blush shyly and muster a small “Thank you”, he’s praising you in practically every sentence he speaks. Whether he's saying that you did something well, that he likes your hair that day, or randomly mentioning how funny or kind you are–he’s making sure you know how special you are. In fact, he’s started challenging himself to see how many synonyms of Beautiful he can use on you every day.

loves doing your makeup and skincare, lets you practice your makeup skills on him too

It’s no secret that Hao loves taking care of himself, making sure that he looks his best every day. So when you began dating him, you honestly weren’t super surprised that he extended that trait to you as well. You feel like his little doll at times, with the way that he’ll sit you on the bathroom counter in the mornings after you’ve brushed your teeth and gently push your hair back to do your skincare routine. He just wants the best for you–is what he claims as he buys hundreds of dollars worth of completely new products for you to use, saying that he knows what’s best for your skin and what will enhance your appearance the most. He’s right, of course. And if you ever tell him that you miss doing your makeup (jokingly, because who wouldn’t want him to do their makeup every day?), he’ll sit in front of you and have you do his makeup. Kind of a big deal! But even if it looks bad, he won’t tell you, because you’re his princess and he knows that you did your best :P

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓗anbin ﹙𝓼.﹚ㅤ

treats you like his wife

Everyone knows that Hanbin is the greenest flag of a man to walk this earth and when you started dating him, it was like you both completely skipped the dating stage and went right to being a married couple. He is so committed to you, it’s actually insane (once again, normal basis of a relationship, but it’s Hanbin so). I’m talking doesn’t even look at any other woman, spends the majority of his time with you, is talking about you to his parents–all of it. You are his future and he makes that clear to you. Sometimes you feel like you’ve already started along the path of becoming that rich wife who goes to pilates classes and has two well-behaved children and doesn’t have to lift a finger because with Hanbin and the way he takes care of you, marriage does seem like the only option. Your relationship is the most important thing to him, and he doesn’t hesitate to put it above everything and make sacrifices for it. Hanbin also always makes sure to check things with you first. Your opinions on his decisions matter because he already sees you as the person he wants to marry.

HUGE on flowers

When Hanbin asked you out, he brought you flowers. When you went on your first date, he brought you flowers. The day after your first date, he sent you flowers. You could honestly open a flower shop with how many bouquets he gives you on a weekly basis, not that you’re complaining. He’s the type to get you big bouquets for every date you guys go on and it’s a different flower every time. He knows your favorite flower of course, so even if the bouquet is a completely different flower than that, he’ll at least include one of your favorite flowers just because he wants to make sure that you know that he hasn’t forgotten. Hanbin also makes sure you know what each flower supposedly means, just because he thinks it’s cute. At some point, you have to ask him to tone it back a little, because he’s been getting you flowers every time he walks past a flower place and you’re worried about how much he’s spending on you. He’ll tell you not to worry because this little action he does is a way for him to express how much he loves you.

makes sure you’re safe 24/7

Your safety is something that’s always in the back of his mind. He knows you can protect and take care of yourself, but he thinks that you shouldn’t have to worry about that–that you should only be worried about what will make you happy. And you can leave everything else to him. I’m an enforcer of the ‘Hanbin buckles your seatbelt for you’ agenda because he loves taking care of people and I think that small things like that just make sense for him. It gives him peace of mind to know that you’ll be safe. The sidewalk rule is also another thing that he makes sure he does. He wants to eliminate any possibility of you being in danger and that includes watching your purse while you guys are at dinner to make sure nothing gets stolen, making sure your windows are locked before he leaves your apartment, always holding your drink, etc. Anything that may slip someone else’s mind will never get past Hanbin.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓜atthew ﹙𝓼.﹚ㅤ

he’s the best active listener

It’s no secret that Matthew loves talking, so he knows how discouraging it can be when someone isn’t actually listening to you. And when you get comfortable around him, you don’t stop talking either. He wants you to feel comfortable, he doesn’t want that aspect to leave your relationship, so he never makes you feel bad or annoying for yapping. Matthew is genuinely happy that you feel like sharing things with him, even if it is your obscure little thoughts and he wants you to know that. He’s amazing at making you feel heard. He’s always asking small questions or making comments to show you that he was listening to everything you were saying. Even his body language–Matthew is nodding along and maintaining eye contact and actively reacting to your words. The point is, he wants to make it clear to you that your words do matter, and that you should feel comfortable talking his ear off.

has you both send little daily updates to each other

Both the updates he sends you and the ones he asks you to send him are for you. He wants you to know what he’s doing, not that you don’t trust him, but Matthew wants you to see that he’s constantly thinking about you. That you almost always have all of his attention. Plus, he likes receiving little comments from you about what he’s doing. He thinks it’s adorable. And then for you, he is truly interested in everything you do and wants to be involved. Matthew saves all of the pictures you send him (the ones you’re in) and has a little folder in his photos that’s reserved for your daily updates. Lowkey you both have separation anxiety, but he’ll never admit it. Matthew will just say that he’s giving you the attention that you deserve.

always is touching you when y’all are walking

Matthew likes physical affection and will take any scraps of touching you he can get. Including when you guys are just simply walking together. Holding your hand is nice, he likes the feeling of how small your hand is compared to his and it gets the point across to other people that you’re taken, but I think that there are other forms that he likes more. Honestly, I can see him wanting you to link your arm with his, making you feel like a princess while he carries your bags or something. He’s able to hold you closer to him and have a tighter grip on you that way as well. And he likes the feeling of you feeling up his arm even if you think that he doesn’t notice it :P He’ll guide you around with his hand on your lower back too. Steering you away from people who might get in your way and softly rubbing on the area to make sure you know that he’s there. Piggyback rides and literally just carrying you are things that he likes doing as well. In his opinion, you should be carried everywhere, so he’s happy to do so.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓣aerae ﹙𝓴.﹚ㅤ

prioritizes you no matter what

Kind of already touched on this with Hanbin, but I feel like it fits Taerae so well. He always wants you to talk to him and feel comfortable with him because I feel like when he does fall in love and get to the point where he trusts them with everything, a lot of his life will revolve around you. Even if you don’t notice it, he’ll do all of these little things with you / for you / to you that he does for no one else, which shows how you’re the only thing on his mind. Whether that’d be clinging to you at all times, letting you talk even if he’s in the middle of explaining something, keeping the things you like and dislike in the front of his mind… Basically, his thoughts revolve around making sure you’re happy and comfortable whenever you’re with him. You always make sure that he’s both of those things, so it only makes sense that he makes you his top priority.

never lets you feel embarrassed

As mentioned before, I think that comfort is a huge part of any relationship Taerae is in. He has a hard time trusting people, so establishing that trust requires comfort and when he feels comfortable, the pampering for his partner is quick to follow. That being said, if there’s ever an instance where something happens to you in public, like you spilled something on Taerae that’ll stain or you let out an embarrassing noise, he WILL say that it was him and or cover for you. “Oh yeah, I spilled this on myself, I should be more careful”, “That was me! Sometimes my voice can get really high”, etc. He would do anything for you, and that includes maybe feeling a bit of embarrassment for you. As long as you’re okay, then he’s okay with doing anything. Sometimes he lovingly teases you, but all of his efforts are lighthearted, and if you ever appear embarrassed by his words, he’ll say that he was joking and that all of the words he’d said were made up. And god forbid someone else tries to embarrass you. Taerae has no problem with speaking up and calling people out, especially when it comes to you. He’s your number one defender and anyone that says anything bad about you or to you will end up being the humiliated one.

you’re his passenger princess

We’ve got our passenger princess victim. Willing victim, at that. Maybe I’m just obsessed with the fact that Taerae can drive, but him driving in Camp ZeroBaseOne lives rent-free in my head T-T Anyways… when you’re in his car, you’re not lifting a finger. Don’t bother with trying to open the car door, Taerae will do that for you happily, making sure you’re comfortable and your seat is the way you like it before he gets in the driver’s seat. Even before you get in his car, he’ll have already gone to get you a drink, and if it’s not the drink you wanted (which is rare because he has your drink order memorized), he’ll gladly go get you the drink you wanted no matter how much you protest. The aux is yours, he likes listening to your music more anyway, and he wants you to leave your things all over his car. Whenever anyone else gets in the passenger seat, they aren’t allowed to move your things around (hair clips, spare makeup, little knick knacks you’ve accidentally left, etc.) or Taerae will probably make them sit in the back. He wants to let everyone know he’s taken. In fact, you could probably carve your name into the passenger seat. Bro does not care!

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓡icky ﹙𝓼.﹚ㅤ

always treats you gently

Ricky is already a soft-spoken person around most people, but he usually gets louder when he’s with people he’s comfortable with / with his friends. And of course he has those moments with you, but usually, he’s treating you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. You bring out the side of him that feels the need to protect and take care of no matter your age or any other difference. He’s so so patient with you. Whenever you don’t understand something, no matter the scenario, he’ll take his time to explain it to you so you don’t feel left out, confused, or anything else. But he ALWAYS makes sure that you don’t feel like you’re bothering him by asking questions. He’s happy to help you and take care of you. And his friends have never seen him act the way he does with you around anyone else. Even though they tease him for it, they think it’s genuinely sweet how he leans closer to you and speaks in a soft voice so you’re the only one who can understand him, and how he sticks by your side with a hand gently placed on your lower back to guide you.

is TOTALLY okay with being your accessory… supports it 110%

Ricky knows that if he’s with you out and about in public, he has to look his best. Not for his own sake (kind of his own sake, he wants you to always find him attractive), but for your sake. He wants to look like he’s good enough to be your partner and he wants you to be proud that you’re dating him. Obviously, you are, and you never hesitate to tell him that, and he believes you, but he can’t help it sometimes. You know those TikToks where it’s the girl in the front of the video and her boyfriend’s standing behind her and everyone’s like “omg he’s literally your accessory”? Yeah, that’s Ricky. And the funny thing is, he’s so proud of it. He’s honored to be your “accessory,” even though you would never call him that. He insists that he’s there to make you look better, that you both look so good together that it’d be impossible for others to not look at you both and get just the tiniest bit jealous of your relationship.

surprise dates surprise dates surprise dates

Random acts of affection are important for him. They’re one of his favorite ways of showing you how much he loves you because I think Ricky is someone who believes that actions hold more meaning than words. It’s become routine for him to text you in the morning, telling you when he’s picking you up and how nice you should dress. He’s actually really good at planning things out. Ricky keeps track of when you’re free or knows what kind of date he should take you on / not take you on (how much time he has, if you have to be back for something, etc.) At first, you hated how he would surprise you with them, but eventually, you got used to it. And now, you look forward to whatever date he’s planned without the smallest amount of worry and the largest amount of trust. This ties in with Ricky’s love for being the one taking care of you, and he knows you, so he knows what activities you would enjoy and what you wouldn’t. You don’t have to lift a finger if Ricky can help it.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓖yuvin ﹙𝓴.﹚ㅤ

takes quiet moments together

You get to see every side of Gyuvin and he gets to see every side of you. So in the moments where you don’t want to talk, needing to just sit in silence, he makes sure that you both enjoy those moments as well. And enjoying each other’s presence is so important to him. He knows it brings you a sense of peace, so he’s happy to hold you as you lay your head on his chest–scrolling on your phone or reading a book, or simply just laying there. Gyuvin can tell when you need to recharge your social battery, and therefore he’s gotten good at getting you out of situations so you can be by yourself. Or, more like be by yourself with him. He never forces you to talk to him or makes silence feel awkward. And if you don’t want to talk, but don’t want to sit in silence, he’ll just talk about random things for you to listen to. These quiet moments are important to you, but they’re also important to him, and he never hesitates to study your behavior and determine if that’s what you need right in that moment.

shopping sprees

I firmly believe that Gyuvin is the one who will take you on shopping sprees literally for fun (for him). He LOVES spoiling and spending money on you even if he doesn’t act like it. Whenever you mention you’re going shopping, he’s up on his feet in an instant and saying that he wants to come to keep you company. But then, when you actually start the shopping, he’s the one picking out clothes and jewelry and stuff for you. “Oh this would look so good on you” / “You don’t have to get it, I just want to see you try it on” / “We can keep some of these clothes with me if you don’t have the closet space”. It’s like the concept of money doesn’t exist to him when it comes to you, so be careful so much as even glancing at something because Gyuvin will be picking it up and carrying it around until it’s time to check out for you even if you insist you don’t want it. Sometimes he doesn’t even mean to get you so many things, he just thinks you look good in everything and anything and the rest of the world should be as blessed as him to see you in the clothing you try on. Also, he definitely gets you like 30 presents on your birthday.

is always posting you on his social media

Gyuvin has multiple albums in his photo app just for you: date nights, holidays, mornings, etc. He likes to go back and look at them and the pictures of you just make him so happy that he can’t help but want to share them with as many people as possible. Imagine how surprised you are when random Instagram stories or posts of you come up. You always think it’s the sweetest thing that Gyuvin wants to share your relationship with his friends through social media and that he wants to document some things in that way, but more often than not, they’re pictures you weren’t even aware he took. None of them are ever bad though? It’s a way to show you how he sees you through his eyes. The pictures are always so beautiful, and he tells you that he doesn’t even have to try to get such pretty photos–you’re just that naturally beautiful.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓖unwook ﹙𝓹.﹚ㅤ

brags about you to everyoneeee

You being his girlfriend is one of Gunwook’s best achievements. And EVERYONE knows it too. The topic of you pops up at least once in every conversation he has, whether you’re there in person or not. He gets so proud of everything you do, no matter how big or small. In fact, you could literally wake up in the morning and he would deem that something to share with people. You can do no wrong in his eyes, and sometimes, he gets so excited over the fact that you’re his that he has to share it with people. His friends might get a little annoyed because of how often he talks about you, but he can’t help it :( He could talk about you and how amazing you are for hours and not get bored. Gunwook hasn’t told you about his love for bragging about you, but the way he looks at you when he prompts you to tell other people about the things you’ve achieved or done recently, you still get a good sense of how proud he is to be yours.

carries things around for you

This is in the sense of always having things like hair ties for you, extras of the perfume you wear in his bag, if you have some kind of medicine he has that in his bag too… It was a habit that slowly built as your guys’ relationship progressed. Gunwook would always hold things for you whenever you would go out on dates (your lipgloss) and eventually, his pockets weren’t enough for the things he would request to take from you to free up your hands to hold. So, he started carrying a bag around. It was helpful for him, sure, but he did it for you. Now, said bag is full of items that you might need on a day-to-day basis. Miniatures of your makeup, snacks that you like, everything mentioned before, and others! Gunwook loves carrying things around for you–it’s less for you to worry about and he enjoys taking care of you, even in the smallest ways.

lowkey is always matching his outfits with yours

Okay, I don’t know if this qualifies as princess treatment but… I can just see Gunwook asking you for an OOTD and then showing up in a similar outfit to yours, saying “woahhh that’s weird :3”. He loves matching with you in the smallest ways: matching jewelry, the same color scheme, the same style of pants, the same shoes. The list goes on. It’s a really easy way to let people know he’s taken and he thinks it’s just the cutest thing ever when you guys match. Matching outfits is a pretty common thing between couples and Gunwook just wants to do couple-things with you :( He’s always wanting to show you off that’s all and wanting to relate every part of his life with you. Also, the matching of the outfits happens unintentionally a lot too, which only makes him even more giddy.

ㅤ ⎯⎯ㅤ 𝓨ujin ﹙𝓱.﹚ㅤ

you’re the only one in his eyes

You are the only girl to exist in his eyes and he makes that clear. Sometimes, you have to remind him that he can actually talk to other girls without one-word responses and looking like he’s about to cry. But he’s just such a loyal person and you receive the majority of that loyalty. Yujin’s talking to everyone about you and asking for help with anything that he doesn’t quite know how to do. He just wants to make you happy (“Hyung, what should I get YN for her birthday?” / “I found this cute place to take YN, what do you think?” >.<). Anywho, he also will most definitely let you know in every way that you’re the only one for him / the only one he’s interested in. Yujin doesn’t believe in talking stages, he’s the kind of boy who’s learned from the romcoms and will get straight to the point of telling you he likes you. Because if he likes you, then that’s kind of a big deal with him, and he’ll not want to keep anything from you.

subconsciously picks up after you / cleans up after you even if you try to help

Yujin is constantly following you around, like a second shadow, a puppy–whatever you want to call it. He copies your movements sometimes, but more often than that, he’s cleaning up after you. It’s become a second-nature kind of thing to him. If you leave a wrapper from a snack you’re eating on a counter, he’ll get up and throw it away for you without you even noticing. And if your room is a little messy and you both are hanging out, he’ll get up from your bed and just begin to put things away while he continues talking to you. It’s sweet the way he knows where everything goes and how you like your belongings. That doesn’t mean that you just let him pick things up for you, though. Obviously, you can take care of yourself and clean up your messes, but if Yujin is around, it’s rare for you to actually be able to help. In the beginning, you tried your best to insist on helping him pick up after you both had made a mess in your kitchen while baking, but instead of accepting your help, he’d told you to sit at the counter so he could still talk to you while he worked. Yujin just likes being helpful, and maybe a part of him wants to show you that he can take care of you too.

buys you anything you want

I feel like this is something he would learn from Gyuvin, but Yujin wouldn’t be as obvious about it. If you mention wanting something, he would act like you were begging him to get it for you (“Are you really gonna make me get this for you?” / “I can’t keep buying things for you, YN”) even though you hadn’t even said anything about even buying it in the first place. Much less having him purchase it for you. Literally gives the “fine, *eye roll*, whatever” energy, but in a teasing way. Yujin doesn’t like making things easy for you, one of his love languages is teasing, but in the end, he wants to make you happy. And that includes the little things and pampering you by getting you small gifts. This treatment is most common with food or drinks. He would get you a snack before seeing you and then pretend that it was completely a coincidence: “They just happened to have your favorite drink at the vending machine too. Super weird” even though there’s only one convenience store that has that beverage so you know he went out of his way to get it for you :,)

[thealtoduck]

Glass Shoes

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Prequel to The Socialite and The Vigilante | Masterlist

Summary: Your mother Silver St. Cloud introduces you to her boyfriend’s sons Dick and Jason…

(A/n: Sorry if i’m posting a lot of this but i’m having fun :)…)

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”Where are we going? I thought we were eating dinner with your boyfriend” you asked looking out the window of the car not recognising the area it was driving through. ”We are but me and Bruce decided it was time you and his sons get to meet, so he invited us for dinner at his house” your mother explained.

The car stopped at a gate, your mom pressed a buzzer and soon the gates opened and your mom drove up the long driveway stopping in front of the immense garndeur Wayne manor. Making you question ”Is this what you call house now? Mom, i think dating a billionare is starting to get to you”.

Your mom chuckled and ignored your statement. The two of you got out of the car and she led you towards the front door. You tugged a bit at the uncomfortable collar of the button up your mom had made you wear to make ”a good first impression”.

Your mom rang the doorbell and soon it opened revealing your mom’s boyfriend, Bruce Wayne, ”Silver” he greeted and pulled her in to a hug giving her a quick kiss on the lips. His attention then turned to you and he greeted ”Hi Y/n, how are you?”.

”I’m good but i hate this shirt, it’s itchy” you answered. Bruce smiled and said charmingly ”I promise you won’t have to wear it for your future visits but can you stick it our for tonight?”. ”Okay” you replied as you adjusted the collar again.

Bruce then led the two of you inside, showing you where to hang your jackets. He then led you towards the dining room. The manor was as fancy as it looked from the outside with a very luxurious interior, it had everything from paintings, chandeliers and statues.

You then came to the dining room, it had a high ceiling with a big chandelier that hung over a long dining table decorated with a smooth white table cloth and silver candleabras. As you entered two people were stood waiting for you, it was Bruce’s sons.

If you remembered correctly from what your mother had told you one was named Richard but usually just went by Dick and the other was named Jason. They were both dressed up as well. Dick, the older of the two was tall and handsome, he wore a fancy dark grey suit with a dark blue tie.

Jason was a year or two older than you but even for his age he was quite bulky, he was dressed similar to you, a button up covered by a sweater and dress pants. ”Silver, Y/n, these are my sons, Dick and Jason” he introduced.

Dick was the first one to come over to greet your mother, he shook her hand with a smile and said ”It’s really nice to finally meet you Silver, we’ve heard a lot about you”. He then turned to you with his shining smile and held out his hand.

You took it and he introduced himself in a friendly tone ”Hi Y/n, it’s really nice to meet you, i’m Richard but you can call me Dick if you want to”. ”Hi Dick, it’s really nice to meet you too” you greeted trying to match his positive energy. Then it was Jason’s turn, he approached slightly more drawn back, not as big of a smile as Dick.

”Hey Silver, nice to meet you” he said simply as he shook her hand, he seemed less formal than Dick but not in a way that would be considered rude but in a way that seemed more grounded. When he turned to you his smile got a bit more boyish and relaxed.

You shook hands and he greeted ”Really nice to meet you, Y/n”. ”You too” you answered. The five of you then moved and sat down at the dining table, you and your mom on the left side, Jason and Dick on the right and Bruce at the head of the table.

Soon dinner was served by their butler named Alfred and he had not held back on his cooking for the dinner. The main dishes, the side dishes, even the bread and butter tasted like heaven. Once he finished serving he sat down across from Bruce and joined the dinner.

Most of dinner was spent with your mother asking Dick and Jason questions in an attempt to get to know them better and Bruce and Dick doing the same to you. Dick told several fun stories when asked questions and was good at keeping the conversation going. Jason wasn’t as talkative as his brother and kept his answers short.

Bruce asked you all the regular ”mom’s new boyfriend” questions, where you go to school, what you like doing in your free time, if you liked sports, in that case what kind?…

Overall it was a very nice dinner, once you finished Dick turned to you and asked ”Hey Y/n would you like me to show you round the manor?”. ”Yeah” you said excitedly and the two of you got out of your seats. Dick turned to Jason and asked ”You wanna come?”.

”Sure” Jason said, probably going for the sake of not being left alone with all the adults where he’d be forced to make conversation. It was very hard to tell how long the tour was, the manor was so big and felt almost neverending.

Later in the evening it became time for you and your mother to leave, you both said goodbye to Dick, Jason and Alfred. Bruce then walked you and your mom out to her car. ”That all went pretty well wouldn’t you say” he commented.

”Agreed” she said. Bruce then turned to you saying ”It was really nice seeing you again Y/n, i hope you liked the manor” giving you a light pat on the shoulder. ”Yeah, it’s really cool, thanks for having us” you said politely.

You mother unlocked the car with her keys and you said a goodbye to Bruce and opened the door and sat down next to the driver’s seat, you could see your mom and Bruce give each other a passionate goodbye kiss in the rearview mirror.

You looked away in childlike disgust at scene. Your mom sat down in the drivers seat and immediately turned to you asking ”So… what did you think?” as she started the car. ”They seemed very nice, i hope we can come back sometime, Dick promised he’ll show me how to do a cartwheel” you said.

”That’s good, it felt important you guys finally got to meet, since me and Bruce have been dating for a while now” she stated as she drove down the driveway. Little did you know you would be back quite soon…

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The next time you saw the manor it felt more intimidating, it was your new home…

Your mom and Bruce had decided to move in together. So you were now unloading the moving truck of boxes containing your and your mothers belongings and bringing them into Wayne Manor. Bruce, Jason and Alfred helped you and your mother carry everything inside.

The room you got in the manor was much bigger than your room in your mom’s old apartment, and that was already pretty big. You didn’t even know what to do with this much space. It took a while to getting used to living in the manor. The sheer size of it made it feel like you were living in a maze of hallways and rooms.

Having a butler that seemed to know everything you needed before you knew yourself also took some getting used to. If ever you felt hungry and were on your way down to the kitchen to make a snack Alfred was already there making you a sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate.

But Bruce and Alfred were both good company and tried their best to take time off their schedule to spend with you. Alfred would even help you out with your homework whenever you needed it.

Jason wasn’t as happy with you and your mom moving in, you assumed he thought it was to early in Bruce’s and your mom’s relationship for something so major. Though beyond your knowledge it was actually because he thought the two of you would be distracting and get in the way of his and Bruce’s mission as Batman and Robin.

Despite you and your mom being unaware of their secret you both noticed something was off. They’d be nowhere to found for a full day and then suddenly appear in the manor as if nothing happened. You assumed the manor was just big enough for you to completely miss their presence at home.

Despite his hesitance Jason still enjoyed your company and the two of you would spend a lot of time together, whether it’d watching movies, playing videogames or studying. You were often found cuddled up together with a bunch of blankets in the living room having movie marathons.

Dick would occasionally come visit from Blüdhaven, when he had the time. He’d take you and Jason out to fun things like taking you to a amusement park or events and parades held in town.

A couple months after you were fully settled in to life at the manor your mom and Bruce announced during a dinner that they were now engaged. Meaning Bruce would become your step-dad and Dick and Jason would become your stepbrothers. And Alfred… well he would still be your butler but now it would feel more official.

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Though only a couple of weeks later your mom would come in to your room, late in the evening with news. ”Hey mom, what’s up?” you said as you exited your bathroom having just bushed your teeth. ”Come sit” she would say softly sitting down at the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside her.

You’d do as told and sit down next to her, she had a sad smile on her face as she grabbed your hand and said slowly ”Me and Bruce have decided to break off our engagement”. The revelation left you in a stunned silence for a couple seconds before you uttered a confused ”Wh-What? Why?”.

”We realised it just wouldn’t work out between the two of us in the end, i’m sorry Y/n i know this meant a lot to you too” she said putting a hand around your shoulder pulling you in to a hug. You hugged her back and said ”It’s okay mom, i just want you to be happy”.

”We’ll start packing our things in a couple of days, make sure you get some rest now, goodnight” she’d say leaving you to get some sleep but the bombshell she had dropped kept you up that night.

Soon a small creak came from your door making you sit up in your bed and look at the intruder, it was Jason. ”Hey” he whispered. ”Hey, you couldn’t sleep either?” You asked quietly. He shook his head. ”Come here” you said making room for him on your bed.

He sat down on your bed, slipping in under the covers. ”I’m gonna miss living here with you, Bruce and Alfred” you told him. ”We’ll miss having you and your mom here too” Jason said wrapping an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him in a side hug.

”Look just because we don’t live together it dosen’t mean we’ll never see each other again” Jason said comfortingly. ”Yeah, i know but i was excited to have you as my older brother” you told him.

”Don’t worry St. Cloud, i’ve always got your back either way” he said making you smile despite your bad mood. ”Can you stay here tonight?” you asked him. ”Yeah” he said and two of you laid down in the bed cuddled together until you eventually fell asleep…

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In the coming weeks you and Jason would go your seperate ways and not see each other for a long time. You’d attend a fancy academy in Europe and Jason would continue his work as Robin until he was killed at the hands of the Joker. However he would later be resurected and return as the Red Hood.

Little did the two of you expect that you would run in to each other at a gala many years later…

[ohmygraves]

what the 141 guys would eat in an all you can eat buffet

price

price is the one grilling the meat most of the time if they're in like a kbbq where you cook the meat yourself

he tells the boys to grab whatever they want cuz it should be fun rather than trying to get their money's worth

still though he will make sure that everyone finishes their plate bcz no wasting food here people it's an extra 10 pounds for like 100g of food you wasted get your head in the game-

honestly probably wouldn't be that hard, his boys eats a lot in general

keeping it simple with series of meats and booze, though might indulge in some pastries if something catches his fancy

tends to pick something he's familiar with and one that looks good, will be disappointed if the one he picked doesn't taste as good as it looks :(

oh also will definitely go ham at the crabs, kinda shows off how to crack it open and get the most meat from it hehe

i feel like the buffet he feels more comfortable with are the ones that offer him familiar sights and lots of meat. and maybe some veggies too to cut the cholesterol out of his body a little

he might enjoyed k-bbq, cuz they eat lots of veggies while going hard on the meat too

"see you just do this and this and..." *a log of crab leg meat pops out of its shell* "now it's all out"

gaz

oh he gets distracted by the fancy stuff

his plates has a few oysters and somehow lobster tails?? is that a caviar??

his palaté is more adventurous, i think he'd be willing to try out things that he hadn't seen or tried before

still he wants to maximize his stomach space to try out everything that the place has to offer

looks around the selection a few times before grabbing a plate and picking the things he wants (apparently this is the way to go?)

i feel like kyle would be into buffets that offers interesting dishes and unlike the ones that are in common buffets with their ham and mass produced scrambled eggs or something

he has standards

he's a fancy boy, he wants some good drinks while he eats through the entire place

indulges in desserts, but only at the end where he knows that he's had enough of the main dishes (the dessert ruins his appetite so he keeps it towards the end)

soap

picky boy #1 in the squad

cannot handle a single lick of spicy and heat so his options are limited if he goes somewhere "interesting" or wherever kyle takes him

that being said he likes carbs

lots of them

grabs bread and toast and the meats from the meat section and just makes himself some sandwiches

doesn't really take the salads bcz he doesn't like the veggies in it, will end up picking most of the stuff out (he doesn't like raw onions and raw carrots :c)

loves the sweets though

will accidentally eat too much sweets that he couldn't eat anything else because his appetite gets ruined

still though if he goes to a buffet he's gonna make sure he stays until the end, kept going either way until the last seconds.

might end up very sick and in a food comma, someone has to roll him out of the place later

his favorite buffets are those cheap ones where the dishes are something he knows and he just cycles through like five dishes through his one hour time limit

he gets made fun of by ghost because his plate is always full of beige

ghost

i still stand by ghost being a big boy that likes eating

so he lives for these buffets

he doesn't really like the ones where you cook yourself, he feels like its a lot of waiting for the cooking and not enough time eating

also doesn't really go for the soups, cuz he soups take a lot of space in your stomach. will probably indulge in a small bowl or two though just to try.

he likes a lot of things and doesn't really have anything he hates or turn away, keeps going somewhere where he knows where he could eat his fill in the cheap

he might put the place in the red though, he can certainly eat a lot

meat? sure. salad? put it on the plate. toast and eggs? why not. seafood? no need to ask.

his side of the table is always full of dishes and cluttered. you won't even be able to see the table underneath.

also the vacuum cleaner and the savior for price's wallet from paying the fee for leaving uneaten food

kyle always gets him to try interesting food, and ghost just doesn't really comment on it and puts it in his mouth

he likes anywhere where he could eat for the cheap, isn't very picky on the cuisine. as long as he's not the one cooking the food himself he's fine with it lol

[justallmyfantasies]

anniversary presents

just a little something that’s better than dinner at a fancy restaurant

contains: 18+ smut! (unprotected piv, fingering, little bit of praise, fluff too and yeahhh i think that’s all)

word count: 2.3k

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breeze entered your bedroom by the open window, your eyes slowly opening and a shiver falling down your body. you turned to see the space next to you empty. this was unusual, this made the room feel even colder.

you took your time getting out of bed, putting on a robe and some slippers. you took steps downstairs, hearing the sound of cups clashing and plates being placed onto counters.

you felt intrigued, your body walking closer to the room. you peaked into the room to see alex cooking. trying his best anyway.

you laughed to yourself, him too focused to hear you. you stepped closer into the room, taking a seat quietly on a stood. as alex turned around he spotted you. his face lighting up in surprise.

“happy anniversary.” you said, propping your elbows onto the table to rest your head in your hands.

“you’re not supposed to be awake yet.” he huffed, you looked at him confused.

“what?” you replied.

“i was making you breakfast in bed.” he said as started to dish the food onto a plate.

"oh, that's so sweet of you," you said with a smile, looking at the food he had prepared. "but you didn't have to go through all this trouble just for me."

alex walked over to you and handed you the plate, placing a kiss on your forehead. "i wanted to make this day special for you," he said, sitting down beside you. "after all, it's our anniversary."

"but you know what would make this day even more special?" you said with a mischievous grin, taking a bite of your food.

alex looked at you with a raised eyebrow, a small smile on his face. "what's that?" he asked.

you set down your fork and leaned in closer to him, your voice dropping to a low whisper. "if you join me back in bed." your fingers gently tracing up his arm.

alex's cheeks flushed a deep red, a small laugh escaping his lips. "you know, i was trying to be romantic here." he mumbled.

you shrugged, a smile still on your face. "i never said it wasn't romantic." you teased, taking another bite of food.

alex rolled his eyes, a chuckle escaping his lips. "you're impossible." he said, standing up and moving to your side of the table. he lifted you off the stool and lifted you over his shoulder, carrying you back upstairs to the bedroom.

you laughed loudly as he carried you over his shoulder, your robe coming undone. "alex! put me down!" you exclaimed, still laughing as he entered the bedroom.

he walked over to the bed and gently tossed you onto it, crawling on top of you and pinning you down. you were both laughing now, the happiness between you two evident. he leaned down and kissed your neck, causing a small shiver to go down your body.

"you know," he said in between kisses, "i had a whole day planned out for us."

"oh, really?" you said, tilting your head to give him better access to your neck. "and what was that?"

alex pulled back slightly, his lips still close to your skin. "well, i had reservations at that fancy restaurant you like." he said, his hand tracing up your side.

"mmm, sounds nice," you responded, your hand tangling in his hair. "but i think i'd rather stay here with you."

alex chuckled, his breath warm against your skin. "is that so?" he said, his hand slowly traveling up your thigh.

"mhm," you hummed, your legs subconsciously spreading open for him. "i think i'd rather have you all to myself."

alex groaned, his hand massaging the inside of your thighs. "you're a tease, you know that?" he said, his voice low and rough.

"i know," you replied, your fingers tracing down his shoulders and arms. "but it's more fun this way."

alex leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth. his hand moved further up your thigh, finding your heat and starting to rub you through your panties

you moaned softly into his mouth, your hips bucking up against his hand. you knew he could feel how wet you were, how much you wanted him.

he broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to look at you. "you're driving me crazy, you know that?" he whispered, his breath ragged.

"that's the point," you said, your own breath coming out in short gasps. "i want you just as crazy as i am."

you moved one hand down to the front of his sweatpants, feeling how hard he was already. he let out a low moan, pressing his hips into your touch.

"careful, love." he gasped out, his hand still between your thighs. "if you keep that up, i'm not going to last long."

you smiled at his words, your fingers moving to the waistband of his sweatpants. "we don't have anywhere to be." you said, slowly starting to pull them down along with his boxers.

he helped you to pull them down, kicking them off the bed. your hands immediately went back to his hair, pulling him down for another kiss.

he groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you closer to him. his hardness was right against your core, barely separated by the thin layer of your panties. you rocked your hips against him, craving the friction. he broke the kiss again, his lips trailing down your neck and to your chest.

he pushed up the fabric of your robe, exposing your bare chest to him.

alex looked up at you through his eyelashes, his hands caressing your skin. "you're beautiful." he whispered before his lips found your breast, sucking lightly.

your back arched at the sensation, a small gasp escaping your lips. His hands held your hips down, keeping you from rocking against him.

"please," you whispered, your hand tangling in his hair. "i need you."

he hummed against your skin, his lips moving to your other breast. "patience." he murmured, his teeth gently nipping at your sensitive flesh.

you whimpered, the mixture of pleasure and frustration driving you crazy. his mouth was so good, his hands keeping you in place as he continued to tease you.

he moved down, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. his soft hands moved to your hips, slowly pulling down your panties.

you lifted your hips to help him, your body craving his touch. he tossed the panties away, his hands moving up your thighs and slowly spreading your legs open.

his eyes traveled down to your exposed core, a small moan escaping his lips. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "you're so beautiful." he whispered, his hands gently kneading the inside of your thighs.

your body shivered under his touch, desperate for more. "please," you whispered, your legs spreading further apart. "please, i need you."

he groaned at your words, his eyes darkening even more. "you're so impatient, love." he said, his hands massaging your thighs.

he looked down at your core again, his breath coming out in ragged gasps. "you're so wet for me." he murmured, his fingers tracing up and down your inner thighs. "i don't know how long i can hold myself back."

you whimpered at his words, your hips moving involuntarily. "then don't," you gasped out. "please, i need you now."

he chuckled, his fingers finally brushing over your clit. "as you wish." he started to rub in slow, lazy circles, his eyes not leaving yours.

you moaned loudly, your back arching at the sensation. his touch was always perfect, always knew exactly where to go to drive you insane.

he added more pressure, his fingers picking up the pace. "you like that?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

"yes," you gasped out, your hips rocking against his hand. "yes, oh god, yes." he watched you intently, his fingers moving faster and faster.

his other hand held your hips down, preventing you from moving too much. "you look so beautiful like this.” he said, his voice breathless.

you could feel yourself getting close, the heat in your abdomen building. "please, i need more," you gasped out. "please, i'm so close."

alex smirked, his fingers moving even faster. "then come for me." your body reacted to his words, the pleasure building until you couldn't take it anymore. you came with a loud moan, your body shuddering under him. he didn't stop, his fingers still moving against you, prolonging your orgasm.

"that's it," he murmured, his fingers slowing down, helping you down from your high. "you did so good."

you lay there, breathing heavily, your body feeling like it was on fire. he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand caressing your cheek.

"i love you," he said, his voice soft.

you reached up and brought him down for a deep kiss, needing to feel him close. he leaned over you, his body pressing against yours.

his tongue slipped into your mouth, the kiss hungry and full of need. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. you could feel his hardness against your skin, reminding you of what you wanted.

"i need you," you gasped out, your body still oversensitive. "i need you inside me, now."

he groaned at your words, his hips involuntarily bucking against you. "are you sure?" he asked, his voice ragged. "i don't want to hurt you."

you nodded, your hands moving down to his hips and pulling him towards you. "i'm sure." you said, desperate to feel him.

he groaned again, his lips crashing onto yours in a deep kiss. alex repositioned himself, his hardness pressing against your entrance. he looked at you, his eyes dark with need. "are you sure?" he asked again, obviously to make sure.

"yes," you gasped out, your body trembling with anticipation. "please, yes."

he kissed you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as he slowly pushed inside you. you moaned into his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly. he paused for a moment, letting you adjust to him.

"you feel so good." he whispered, his lips moving to your neck. he started to move, gently rocking his hips against you. his hands held your hips, guiding your movements. you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him even closer. you could feel every inch of him inside you, the connection between you feeling more intense than ever before.

his pace quickened, his breaths coming out in short moans. "you feel so good, darling." he repeated, his lips finding yours again.

you kissed him back, your hands moving up to his hair, gripping it tightly. the pleasure was building again, the pressure inside you growing. you were truly amazed on how much this man could make you feel.

"i'm getting close," he gasped out, his hips moving faster. "are you close?"

"yes," you gasped, the feeling building and building. "don't stop." he continued to move, your bodies moving together in perfect sync. suddenly, he hit a spot inside you that sent a shockwave through your body, a loud moan escaping your lips. "fuck! there," you gasped out. "oh god, right there."

he chuckled, his hips starting to hit that spot with every thrust. you could feel yourself getting closer, the pleasure building and building. his hands held your hips tightly, his lips finding your neck again.

you were teetering on the edge, the pleasure so intense that you thought you might explode. "i'm so close." you gasped, your body trembling.

"just a little more, baby" he whispered, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "i’m right there with you." after a few more thrusts. your body tightened around him, your breath catching in your throat as you came undone. he followed right after you, his body shuddering as he found his release. he collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily.

"wow," he breathed out, his voice filled with awe. "that was... wow." you chuckled, your fingers playing with his hair. your body still buzzing with pleasure.

he rolled off you, laying on his back beside you. you immediately snuggled into his side, your head resting on his chest. he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer.

you lay there in silence for a few moments, enjoying the moment and the feeling of being close to each other. eventually, he turned his head to look at you, a small smile on his face. "i have to say," he said, his voice still a little breathless, "i think that was the best anniversary present ever."

you chuckled, looking up at him. "better than a fancy dinner, huh?"

he laughed, pulling you even closer. "much better." he said, kissing the top of your head. "though," he added, a sly smile forming on his lips, "i still wouldn't mind going out for dinner later."

you laughed, gently punching him in the arm. "you're impossible." you said, shaking your head.

he grinned, pulling you to sit on top of him. "but you love me anyway." he said, his hands resting on your hips.

"unfortunately," you sighed, pretending to be annoyed. "what am I going to do with you?"

"i can think of a few things." he replied, his hands moving to your thighs.

you laughed, swatting his hand away. "later. but this time, i’ll be the one treating you." you said, gently pushing off him and getting out of bed. He groaned, watching you as you pulled your robe back on.

"where are you going?" he asked, looking at you with a pout.

you chuckled at his expression, walking over to the bedroom door. "to take a shower and get dressed," you said, pausing before you left the room. "and don't you dare follow me in there."

"oh come on!" he whined, sitting up in bed. "what if i want to help you wash your back?"

you raised an eyebrow at him. "you know how that always ends." you playfully accused, walking out of the room.

he chuckled, watching you go. "that's exactly why i want to help you!" he called out after you. you just laughed and shook your head, disappearing into the bathroom.

a/n - hi it’s nearly 3am and i’m tired so i haven’t proofread this properly but yeahhh i kinda like this one

[mistydeyes]

miss americana: gaz edition

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series summary: The 141 has varying thoughts about Americans which range from finding them wildly entertaining to thinking they’re the worst people on earth. However you challenge their perspectives when you meet them. Something about you makes them feel a little more patriotic ;)

summary: When you finally move to the UK, there are a few things that confuse you and Gaz is more than happy to help out! From realizing cars are not automatic to the different colloquialisms, he enjoys clarifying the differences in culture.

pairing: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x American!Reader

warnings: none

a/n: FINALLY something that I don’t have to do research on because I’m from the US🦅🎆 I have other parts planned to this as well!

also these are 100% inspired by all the questions I ask @lundenloves, she entertains my constant surprise and shock lol

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Whenever you go out with Gaz you ask him to “translate” for you.

When you first walked the rainy London streets with Gaz, you felt like a toddler with all of your questions. "Why does that stationary store have a sale on condoms?" you asked, confused, as you directed his attention to the sign that displayed a sale on rubbers. "You mean erasers?" he corrected, laughing. Next was when you saw a store you liked and immediately directed him inside, saying you needed pants. Despite how cute you looked while shopping, he had to correct you saying they were trousers and that pants had a very different meaning. Finally, the most egregious example was when you went to a restaurant and ordered biscuits to accompany your savory dish of soup. Once the waiter laughed in response, you looked at Gaz confused. "A biscuit is not like what you get in the Southern US, it's more of a cookie," he explained as you flushed with embarrassment. You would have to do some research next time and consult your British tour guide.

You’re an absolute menace when he goes to the grocery store or what he calls the grocers. You will go up and down the aisles, picking up whatever you fancy.

"Where are those chocolate oranges?" you demanded as you went down the aisle with Gaz. He pushed the cart, or trolley as he called it, which was already filled with a variety of snacks. Anything that looked distinctly British and that you knew you couldn't get at home, went in the cart. He had to hold you back from getting biscuits and crumpets. "Do you think we're having a tea party?" he joked as you waddled back with your selection. "Can we?" you asked, excitedly, and Gaz knew you were going to spend another 30 minutes in the tea aisle. "Let's just find you some Terry's and then we can consider getting tea," he corrected and you pulled the cart rapidly ahead. "I'm going to buy a whole orchard of those oranges."

Later on, you did buy a bushel worth of oranges and Gaz gently rubbed your stomach after you ate two entire ones. "They're just so good," you mumbled before you regretted the lactose coursing through your digestives.

Sometimes you’ll entertain him with distinctly American experiences.

"Did I ever tell you I was going to join a sorority in college?" you mused as you sat on the couch. He looked down at you before replying. "A what?" he questioned and you laughed. "You're telling me you've never heard of Greek life!" you exclaimed as he shook his head. You sat up for this fun explanation. "Essentially, if you're a girl you join a sorority and you spend like 4 days meeting the sister, trying to get them to like you, and then you're given a bid," you explained, he nodded as if this wasn't a foreign concept to him. "Then you all gather, usually in a football stadium or field, and they call your name as well as the sorority you're in and you run towards them." At that, he looked in horror. "It sounds cultish," he remarked and you lightly punched his arm. "It's cute! Everyone dresses up in different themes like 'Las Vegas' or 'Teddy Bears'," you smiled but he still shook his head, "it's the hazing that's cultish."

You will always insist on driving but Gaz remembers the one time he let you drive.

"Kyle, just let me drive!" you exclaimed as he beat you to the car door. In all honesty, you were a little used to being on the passenger side back at home but nevertheless, you were annoyed at his constant insistence at driving. "No," he simply said, "need I remind you what happened last time." The minute he said that you remembered the first time he tried to let you drive. First, you were surprised it was a stick shift rather than an automatic but it was nothing to worry about. It took you a few streets to get used to the changing gears but Gaz still had confidence in you. It wasn't until you pulled into a shopping center and started driving on the wrong side of the road that he made you park and take over. "It wasn't that bad!" you exclaimed, buckling into the passenger seat. "Love, my life flashed before my eyes."

He’ll make fun of you when you order coffee with a smile and try to make a friendly conversation with the barista.

As you entered the coffee shop, you were easily the happiest one there. It was 7 am and even Gaz wasn't as cheery as you are. "Good morning, how are you?" you smiled at the young barista. She returned your smile and eased her tired shoulders. "I'm doing alright, what are you having today?" she replied and you took a minute to think. “Just a cup of coffee for him,” you replied, pointing at Gaz. You pondered for a minute as you strained to look at the signs. "What do you think is good here?" you questioned and her eyes lit up as she began to list the options. "If you're looking for coffee, a cortado is my favorite, but I personally recommend trying our tea," she recommended and you nodded. "Hmm I'll take both," you cheerily replied, watching as she typed in your order. When you pulled out your wallet, you looked around curiously and the barista noticed your hesitation. "Is there anything else I can get you?" she asked before you looked up at her. "You don't have a tip jar here?" you wondered and she let out a laugh. "We don't, more of an American thing," she answered and you frowned slightly. You let her know to keep the change and waited patiently for your order at the end of the coffee bar. "You're too cute sometimes," Gaz said, kissing your forehead gently. He made sure to get a picture of you with your two cups, captioning it, "They finally got their cuppa!"

He helps you navigate the surprisingly easy currency and pricing system.

“Kyle I need more,” you corrected as he handed you a handful of notes. You had gone souvenir shopping in London but forgotten your wallet at his flat. “What do you mean, that’s enough,” he replied as he flipped over the postcards to check if he did his math correctly. “What about the tax? You forgot about that,” you said triumphantly and he laughed in response. “Oh this is one of your American things,” he said, his new favorite term to use, “Love, you pay what’s on the sticker.” Cue your shocked face as you couldn’t fathom the moment of anticipation as your items were rung up at home. On the ride home, you were sure to explain to Gaz the ins and outs of the different taxes including that there was no clothing tax in Minnesota, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Vermont. “I cannot believe you don’t know how much you’re paying when you go up to the till,” he remarked, shaking his head in dismay. “The what?”

There are some disagreements on the meaning of different words (especially ones that you both share but mean two completely different things).

On a rare day, the entire 141 was free, and Gaz decided to introduce you to them. You returned back from the grocers and were surprised when Gaz began preparing a late lunch. “We’re not going to eat at the bar?” you asked, noticing him turning the stove on. “No, no they don’t have food there,” he corrected as your face turned to confusion, “what do you think the bar is?” Upon your explanation of an American bar with cheap drinks and greasy food, Gaz laughed and kissed your cheek gently. “If you want to go to a pub, I can just let them know the change of plans. There’s plenty around,” he responded and went to put the items back in the fridge.

When you arrived at the lively pub, Gaz made sure to sit you next to Soap so you could listen better to his thick accent. While you appreciated the gesture, the Scotsman still spoke a mile a minute. Despite your initial uneasiness, you soon fell into lively conversation and entertained everyone with your stories from college and things you found differently in the UK. "I think the time zone was the biggest issue," you said in response to Ghost's question about your transition to living abroad, "although, the lack of ceiling fans was interesting." They all laughed in response before Gaz interjected. "Tell them about when you ordered a baked potato," he joked and your eyes immediately lit up before you went into a long conversation about your experience. As everyone laughed at your bewilderment at the lack of serving the side with bacon, cheese, and sour cream, Gaz looked at you fondly, his favorite American.

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

hi, can I requests hcs of the bachelors and farmer aving a cozy date night at the farmm thank you! :)

Sure thing! Enjoy some fluff headcanons, dear anon, and have a good day 💕☺️

SDV bachelors x Farmer having a date night at farmhouse:

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Shane:

Shane and Farmer had already prepared some not-so-healthy but very tasty snacks with drinks, because tonight they were having a movie marathon! Since the lovers wanted a nice evening just for the two of them, but both of them were not burning with the desire to leave the cosy couch, Shane suggested Farmer to watch their favourite movies. And, oh boy, they had a blast! Shane made his spouse laugh as he parodied a character from a comedy, hugged Farmer during a horror film trying to pass himself off as brave (he was scared too) and bounced around with them excitedly when the main character in an action film managed to win a fight. The chicken lover didn't notice how Farmer, after already 4 films, fell asleep on his shoulder, sniffling quietly, satisfied from a wonderful evening, goodies and the attention of their beloved spouse. Shane kissed them on the forehead and they both settled comfortably on the sofa, falling asleep.

Elliott:

Even without stepping outside the cosy farmhouse, Elliott had heaps of great ideas to turn his and Farmer's ordinary evening into the most romantic date. And the writer decided that spa treatments and wine tasting would be a great time, especially since his beloved spouse was in favour of the proposal. Soft candlelight, the smells of flowers and essential oils throughout the house, the pleasant steam from the hot water in the bathtub, the bubble bath, rose petals and fragrant herbs... Elliott and Farmer will sit opposite each other in a large and cosy bathtub, playfully blowing bath foam on each other, laughing and clinking glasses filled with sparkling wines, snacking on delicious tartlets and savoury cheeses. Add to that classical music or light jazz from the radio and these two lovers will warmly remember this beautiful evening forever. Ah, just like in the novels...

Harvey:

Cooking a dinner together, according to Harvey, is a win-win for a romantic date night. Although the doctor usually takes the responsibility of kitchen duties, believing that his dear spouse should be resting after the hard farm, cooking fancy meals, delicacies and salads together proves to be quite a pleasant and fun pastime. Now and then Farmer playfully prompts Harvey that it's time to take out the baked fish from oven, and Harvey playfully teases the Farmer, who try to steal sliced pieces of fresh fruit from the board. The dishes turned out uncomplicated and delicious, with both lovers enjoying the cooking process and the flavour of the food. And, oh what luck, Harvey and Farmer's favourite song came on the radio, so they both are sure to start the slow dance. Not hurriedly, enjoying every minute, they moved smoothly to the music and showered each other with compliments, and then returned to the table and continued their dinner.

Sam:

Ha! If the silly rain thinks it's going to spoil Sam and Farmer's wonderful evening, they're sorely mistaken. So what if they didn't get to go for a walk in the woods tonight? There's always everything they need in the house to make it an exciting and memorable evening. In fact, Sam doesn't know why they haven't offered Farmer a video game night before, but tonight the young guitarist will rectify the situation. While he's running around kitchen cupboards, pouring their favorite sweets and snacks into plates and brewing hot chocolate/coffee/tea, Farmer is already starting up the game console. And to the loud soundtracks from the TV and the crunching of snacks, Sammy and Farmer will sit on soft cushions next to each other, rejoicing at another victory in the game and exchanging kisses.

Alex:

Truth be told, Alex doesn't have a clear plan for a specific activity to spend time with Farmer, so the young athlete tries a little bit of everything with the excited Farmer. From cooking dinner for two, dancing and massages, to pillow fighting, jigsaw puzzle and karaoke. They probably had a lot of fun with karaoke, even with the fact that the two of them are such poor singers. But the important thing was that they were having fun, so no judging here! Then it was time for delicious food, where they sat by candlelight and enjoyed the dishes they had prepared together, exchanging compliments. After all these activities, Alex sits down with his spouse on the sofa and suggests that they plan a holiday together for the future, deciding where they can go for a week, what wonderful places they can visit. A bit of a chaotic date night, but both Farmer and Alex are satisfied with a wonderful and successful evening.

Sebastian:

Well, what's a date night at home without board games? Luckily, 'Solarion Chronicles: The Game' allows even just two participants to have a fun marathon about the adventures of the heroes and their battle against the forces of evil. What's more interesting is that Sebby and his beloved Farmer will even dress up thematically: emo's head will be adorned with a wizard hat, while Farmer will throw a knight's cloak over their shoulders. Hee hee, what a dorks and nerds, these two... After a few games with the best score, the two lovers will build a veritable fortress out of pillows and blankets. It may seem childish to some, but Sebastian and Farmer have never had so much fun. With a garland, plates full of snacks and a laptop, they will start watching various films and videos in their "impregnable fortress" made of soft cushions and a blanket roof. Hey, a good date night!

[xotication]

can u do gamer!kaneki and reader doing a stream where it’s just them goofing off and doing random stuff? like reader does his makeup on stream, smash or pass w anime characters, etc. ofc if you’d like !! thank u ♡

of course! sorry this took so long :(

☆,

as you know, kaneki has been streaming for a while now. his viewers love him, but they also love you! he’s starting to think he can’t have one stream where they’re not begging him to bring you in.

eventually you become a reoccurring guest, no matter what is is you two are doing.

his viewers eventually give you guys ideas of some silly things to do.

like one time you guys had to remake peoples instagram stories. you guys would just scroll thru your mutuals stories & randomly click on one.

it left you guys posting some corny couple photos, random fit checks, your attempts at some of the fancy dinners they were eating, or even random videos between them & their friends.

another time, the viewers begged & BEGGED the two of you to play smash or pass & it was the funniest thing ever.

“okok. uhm, smash or pass satoru gojo”

“smash.”

“smash.”

“hello??”

“what- i can’t smash gojo but you can?? he’s my glorious blue eyed king!”

“YOUR?! ken baby, he doesn’t even know who you ARE!”

“just shhh..”

“ok wtv. smash or pass eren jaeger”

“pass..”

“smash.”

“excuse me? didn’t he commit like every war crime.. ever?”

“ok & he was sexy while doing it all.”

“is that what i have to do for you..?”

“absolutely.”

“you were supposed to say no….”

“oh-”

this continued with a plethora of people & by the end of it, you guys were questioning each other so hard.

some of your guys’ other friends got wrapped into the content. one night you called up hide to test his loyalty.

“uhm- hey hide. is kaneki there with you? he said he’d be hanging out with you, but i haven’t heard from him in hours.”

hide literally requests to facetime you & walks you throughout his whole house to show no signs of kaneki. manz was playing NO games. & kaneki was so heartbroken.

“bro how’re you gonna expose me like that?!”

“bc if you’re cheating on your girl, i’m not gonna help you cover that shit up. be a man, moron”

“ok chill. i didn’t even cheat”

“yeah +10k aura for hide..”

“ok i’m hanging up wtf”

-

you ended up asking ken if you guys could do a cooking and/or baking stream. but without a recipe, he agrees & this makes for the most viral stream yet.

you have hide and ayato there to let you guys know how much time there is left, to referee the whole situation, & ofc to judge the food

you’re instructed to make pasta, FROM SCRATCH.

things start off well, but when you take a bathroom break, kaneki ends up sabotaging your dish.

he’s adding in a lil bit too much salt to your pasta sauce, & tasting it makes his whole face scrunch up.

when you come back, hide looks so guilty. like he had seen something he wasn’t supposed to see. which was of course, the underlying truth. all the while ayato was there, pokerfaced.

noticing this, you immediately assume ken is suspicious, “kaneki what’d you do.”

“what?? nothing.”

“hide is he lying.”

“i dunno”

“you were here the whole time?! ‘wdym i dunno’ you do know!”

“no i don’t?!”

you decide to let it go.

the whole process is chaotic, but fun. by the time it’s ready for judging, you & kaneki were both stressed out.

making noodles from SCRATCH without a recipe isn’t an easy task.

ken’s plate looked like mario & luigi threw it up, while yours looked like a penguin just regurgitated it to its baby.

you guys place the plates on the dinner table & you sit across from ayato & hide.

“alright chat. the foods done, looking rather.. interesting. i’m a little hesitant & scared to consume this but, we move”

“shall we?” ayato hands hide a fork & they both take a bite from ken’s dish first.

“uh- okay. i mean it’s definitely food. definitely a plate of food, i think” hide speaks first.

& ayato follows up with, “this is awful, ken”

kaneki gasps, almost as if hurt by the words, “okay then try y/n’s!”

& when they do, they’re pleasantly surprised. hide was expecting it to be salty as FUCK. but of course you peeped the chat saying how much salt ken had added. so you just added a shit ton of tomato sauce to even it all out. & it made for a yummy dish!

“this is decent! it’s not the greatest ever, but it’s also not the worst. definitely better than kaneki’s. the noodles are bit easier to chew & the sauce is almost normal”

“so did i win” you asked & ken looked so defeated in his seat..

“uhm. no you didn’t win. rightfully so, anyway.” ayato informs him & you jump for joy!

“you shouldn’t have tried to sabotage me, ken”

“how’d you even know?!”

-

lastly, one day you were super bored. you didn’t even plan on getting in stream with ken. you kinda just wanted to chill that day. but you chilled too hard. now you were literally doing nothing.

you put your phone down & wiped your eyes after scrolling through tiktok for what felt like hours.

“what to do, what to do” you said to yourself.

an idea clicks & you quickly jumped from your bed to make way to your closet.

you're putting on a cute dress & getting ready for, well, nothing at all. but it's all part of the plan. ken is so wrapped up in his gaming that he takes no notice of you at all. you're at your vanity pulling together the last pieces of your look.

even chat notices before your own boyfriend does, they're thinking ken has to leave soon because you guys are going somewhere but that's not at all the case.

you're stood by the bedroom door, all dolled up & pretty. "okay ken, i'm gonna go to target!" he looks back at you for a quick second & then back at his monitor.

"okay, see you later, love you!"

you walk out the room & ken is reading his chat. "target.. in that outfit?" "bro is not going to target" "bro didn't even see what his girl was wearing" "ken.. she said target, not the red carpet"

finally ken takes a second to picture what it was you were wearing again, & he gets up so fast he almost falls.

mans literally sprints out the room, out the house, & finds you sitting in your car. when you saw him, the last thing you had expected him to do was remove you from the car, & throw you over his shoulder but that's exactly what he does.

ken carries you all the way to the bedroom & throws you on the bed. stream STILL going btw.

"change."

is all he says before he's sat back in his chair, queuing into another game.

most of the girls in the chat are going crazy, rightfully so tbh.

ken looked back at you to see if you had listened, & when he saw you on the bed, still just laying there.. he wasted no time ending the stream.

he began to undress you himself. took off his own shirt, pulled it over your head, & then he took you to the bathroom to help wash your makeup off.

"going to target my fucken ass."

blehhhhhhh

[whalesforhands]

it ends with you

no matter what, you’ll follow him to the ends of earth.

the aftermath of defecting with a jaded geto suguru.

part i

thank you for 1 year! this fic is my thank you to all my readers for sticking around.

“You know you don’t have to bow.” He’s far too amused at the way you’re choosing to greet him, your head tilted downwards towards the floor, knees tucked in and pulled against your chest as you sat upon your legs— An awfully ostentatious presentation just for him opening the sliding door.

Yet he swears his heart always skips a beat at the mere sight of you.

“I think it’s needed, Geto-sama.” Your legs are still folded so politely underneath you, hands now gingerly placed upon your lap as you smile up at him, playfully emphasizing the formal honorific with a face dusted with mischief and the joy of seeing your husband again.

He only chuckles, letting out a relieved sigh when he’s leaning downwards to kiss your nose in a sweet greeting, his limbs falling into a heap beneath him once your hands gently tug him downwards so that you can eagerly make yourself at home on his lap, to be able to wrap your arms around his neck and fully indulge in him. His scent of lavender and repressed citrus lures you in, much like a butterfly to flora.

It should be his fault that he’s so irresistible, no?

“Aren’t you having too much fun?” He murmurs it against your skin as you giggle at the brush of his lips against yours, the wisps of his love and the giddy excitement of your heart making you dizzy with romantic flurries.

He’s so lovely.

“You know how much I love you.” Too much so that it’s quite literally impossible for you to leave a man such as him alone. Who wouldn’t want to be adorning this beloved man in love steeped in such gentle adoration? To run your hands over his chest and to kiss up the column of his throat, to nip at the smooth skin of his neck and to—

“How dare I be frugal with my affection for you, Geto-sama?”

He laughs as he feels you steal another kiss from his lips, only pulling away briefly to push back a loose strand of his hair to better meet slanted eyes that fluttered open from tender noir lashes to admire you.

“And you look as beautiful as ever doing so, darling.”

And it makes you want to giggle, to laugh and blush and hide your face away from how your cheeks warm at his romanticism as you smack lightly at his chest.

You’re still affected by his charm, after all.

“6 years of saying that everyday must be tiring for you.”

“A beauty right in front of me who grows more beautiful with every passing second deserves it, nonetheless.” He kisses your hair, an intimate peck as he locks his eyes with you. “It would take too many lifetimes for me to finally be satisfied with admiring you.”

“How contrived you are, Geto Suguru.” You’re pouting at his teasing, noticing that no matter how much you think you can dish out; there truly is no winning with him as he finally captures your hand in his gentle grasp, twirling his fingers with yours and making the warmth of his palms envelop yours entirety.

“You love me for that too, don’t you, Geto (name)?” He makes sure to maintain direct eye contact with you as his lips flutter against the back of your hand; a fairytale like kiss to stir the flitter in your chest and the sparkle in your eye.

Ahh. Your silly husband never relents, does he? It almost makes you forget about the reminder you had—

“By the way,” Your smile never leaves your face as you cuddle against him, smoothing out his less and a hand curling around his waist as you close your eyes in cuddled bliss. “Satoru’s coming over today.”

Ah.

“Should we prepare dinner today, then?” You twirl a strand of his hair between your fingertips as you let him stew in his silent realization, letting him contemplate as your eyes meet his.

“Mmm… Knowing our Satoru, he’s probably going to bring over some takeout from a fancy place we’ve never heard of.” His hands continue to move and drift over your body as he talks, ever restless as they mess with the sleeve of your komon kimono, making the fabric slide off your shoulder and revealing just enough skin for his liking now that there was nary a monkey nor sorcerer in sight.

“When was the last time that stubborn man decided to pay us a visit, anyway?” You ignore his administrations, feeling his arm around your body as your obi is undone as you pout, leaving the fabric to drape around you lazily; a mere breeze away from uncovering your bare body beneath. “He always visits without even giving so much of a heads-up!”

“I believe he did drop by last week,” A hand cups your chin to tilt it upwards, the purr in his words and the dimmed seductiveness in his eyes making your cheeks light aflame. “I’m sure you wouldn’t have forgotten, darling.” His frown is playful and teasing, treading lightly upon alluring eroticism as a thumb trails over your lips.

He still hasn’t had enough yet.

“Perhaps we were spoiling you too much that day, after all.”

So you daringly lean-up with a grin, any slightest remnants of anger long dissipated when you’re pressing a kiss to his hovering lips and capturing them for your own. Your hands thread through his hair and to the back of his head to pull him in closer, tongues barely having the time to share intimacy before you’re teasingly pulling away, making him chase after your sweet kisses with a frown upon his pretty face.

“Maybe you just need to remind me?”

——

“You wound me. Am I not allowed to cuddle up to my own wife whenever I please?” A pout on his face and his arms around your waist are very apparent as you try to wash the dishes— Try.

Clean up is impossible around here when your twin daughters are off to one of their uncles homes and you have a clingy cult leader for a husband.

“Suguru— The door.” You have to push back against him as he hums so dismissively, mindlessly playing with your apron with wandering hands upon your thighs.

Less than appropriate when you’re having such a special guest over.

Dinner was prepared anyway. Knowing just how much someone like Satoru would appreciate home cooked meals over the far too fancy dishes he tends to bring.

(And you’ve both seen him gobble up practically anything handmade by the both of you in your younger years.)

Yet, you have to remind yourself that he was not the same boy as he was 6 years ago. Changed. Your Satoru has changed— Not just physically, but something else as well. Even if it was only the slightest bit. He’s quieter, broodier and much more serious than you’re used to. He doesn’t crack that many jokes, doesn’t indulge in carefree recklessness or that laid-back laziness that was so intertwined with his character.

And he never takes those bandages off.

So when you’re the one that’s pressing up against him, kneeling yourself so boldly in between his legs as he sits upon the living room couch and Suguru’s hands slowly unzipping his jacket—

He thinks the cold facade he’s meant to put up when with the ‘enemy’ feels like a much too herculean task.

“Mmm… If you’re looking at me like that, Satoru…” His face is slowly guided towards Suguru’s, a hand gently nudging at the bandages wrapped so securely around his face as you hear him audibly gulp.

“You want a kiss, right?” You continue the tease with soft giggles and feather light touches, resting an elbow on one of his knees as you watch the strongest sorcerer get seduced so easily; practically becoming putty that would slip through your fingers if you both hadn’t handled him with such intimate care.

“You know asking for things he wants is not his strong point, darling.” A seductive hum in your husband’s voice has ‘The Strongest’ twitching with uncertainly, a tremble through his body that you delight in as you brush against the very evident bulge in his already baggy pants.

He’s so cute when he struggles to not be honest with himself.

“No… I can’t— The old geezers threw another mission at me.” You can hear the pant in his throat as his much larger palm pushes against your face, covering your mouth as your eyes narrow at him before your tongue peeks out to lick at his salty skin.

The shiver he gives you is enough to stir you. But nothing is ever enough when it comes to him.

“You’re not just going to leave like that, right, Satoru?” Your husband practically purrs those words just as your hand wanders the taller man’s midriff, palm pressing lightly against his pec as your smouldering eyes stare so prettily up at him.

Like a siren luring him in.

“You don’t spend a lot of time with us anymore, you know? It makes us feel lonely…”

“She’s right, Satoru. It wouldn’t hurt to spend a night here, would it?” A cold hand makes its way underneath his shirt, groping and feeling up the musculature that twitched underneath his feathery touch.

You both were going to be the death of him. So can he really call it a sin when desire blossoms upon his skin, kisses decorating the length of his back with your bodies so warm against his own?

It felt like love, felt like the only thing that should matter when hands trail his skin and leave him wanting for more in their wake.

So when he’s staring up at the old ceiling with the both of you tucked under his arms on either side of him, he wonders if there was ever a chance he would have enough willpower to escape how tightly wound around the lovely fingers he was enraptured in.

Maybe there wasn’t, given the fact that he had relinquished control of himself so easily.

“Satoru…? Are you awake?” Your sleepy self taps against his abdomen, cheek squished against his pec as you listlessly start tracing incoherent shapes in your sleepy demeanour, as if testing the waters to truly see his state.

Sleep alludes him once again tonight too, it seems. You notice that throughout the years; no matter how much you can tire him out, how often you try to soothe his thoughts and pat his head—

He just can’t stay asleep for long.

“Hm~ You made Suguru too tired to even wake up.” Your voice slowly lilts, teasing him even when riddled with fatigue and drawled out in slow motions.

You’re… Still you, he notices. Just a bit different. Just the tiniest bit in the sense that you’re no longer shying away from affection, never hiding away behind the uncertain, self-conscious demeanor he had first met all those years ago.

It’s good, he thinks. To be mostly untouched by the time that passes by anyway, no matter how much he didn’t want it to.

“Maybe we should try some of the tea I bought tomorrow morning.” Your voice is whispered, tinged with that bit of tiredness from just waking up as you make light conversation to lull his thoughts into the meaningless, meandering everyday life.

“The ladies couldnt stop chatting about it. And I heard that it’s sweet too. We have sugar cubes if you want them—“

You stop.

“Oh. Suguru doesn’t know that I talked to— Non-sorcerers. So let’s just keep this a secret between the both of us, okay?” A quiet giggle before you continue your little chatter, even if it was mostly one-sided with only pretty blue stars paired with flowing, milky waves as evidence to your rambles.

It’s soothing. So much so, but—

There’s something in the way you talk, the way your voice starts to tremble ever so slightly that hammers in his undivided attention upon you. There’s something in your mindless chatter, something tugging at his heart and looming over the both of you that you choose not to mention.

“Are you… Okay?” The Six Eyes are useless when it comes to the affairs of the heart, Limitless unable to understand the extent of the human emotion.

So you know that it was entirely Satoru.

“I can’t seem to hide anything from you, huh?” A defeated laugh that seemed to tip over into awkwardness. “Will it be bad if I say that there’s nothing bothering me?”

“Yea.” He’s telling to stop being an idiot and tell him.

And when your eyes slowly meet his— He knows, confirms that there’s been something on your mind. Even when you giggle and kiss his nose, tapping a playful finger against it as you grin… He knows there’s something that’s been haunting your thoughts that he can’t dissuade you from.

“You know, Satoru,” A pat against his cheek as you stare at those blue eyes that took in the sight of you bathed in moonlight. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” It must be his regrets of not saying something like this sooner, but—

That makes you feel good. Makes your heart stutter at how fast he responds, makes your stomach swirl in familiar heart-stopping flips that you could imagine blushing like a school-girl confessing to her first love.

So you can tell him, tell him your thoughts with your guilty conscience, lay bare your tribulations for him to see— To take on for you.

Even if it was all too selfish.

“So if you die, I know we both won’t be able to take it.”

And that has his brows furrowing, turned on his side with his hand immediately grasping at yours as if he were afraid you were going somewhere too far for him to follow.

“What are you getting at?” It’s slightly raised, yet only enough to get across the anger in his tone and quiet enough so as to not disturb your sleeping husband.

“Satoru.” Your eyes are so soft as they look into his, a tender hand squeezing his cheek as you just smile with such a lack of tact. “When it comes to it,” Your voice is whispered, soft, like the sway of blades of grass upon a windy hill and as fragile as a petal fluttering in the breeze.

“Please kill me first.”

Because how long did you and Suguru both have left? How much longer will Satoru be able to frolick with the enemy? You, the villains who painted their stale beliefs with a darkened reality, a divulging path all too different from their own.

You’re well aware that you were dead men walking. No— You both were just fortunate enough to have the strongest so unabashedly in love with the both of you that he would go against official orders, go against his very moral beliefs; for love.

So you don’t even bat an eye at the blank disbelief on his face, the way his lines fell into a thin line and the way his eyes felt cold and biting as you languidly pat his cheek, tiredly smiling even at the way his expression had hardened into stone for even daring to say such a thing.

“No.” A beat barely even passes before he whispers his immediate rejection back to you, full of incredulous accusation and scalding admonishment.

You should’ve expected that. Alas, it wasn’t what you wanted, what you needed to hear.

“Why not?” It’s your turn to be incredulous, pouting at him with narrowed eyes as he squeezes your nose in retaliation.

“Don’t talk nonsense.” A kiss presses against your forehead right after he flicks a finger against it.

“I-It’s not— Agh…!” Another pinch to your cheek, making sure to stretch the skin as his fingers make quick work of shutting you up.

So mean.

But alas, you’re not selfless enough to ask for only a singular favour. Not at all.

“Don’t tell Suguru.” Your fingers graze across plains of his skin, careful with every touch against him as they trail up to hold his face. “Okay?”

“And if I do?” It comes out as a tired threat, the weight of the topic heavy and stale on his tongue as he holds your hand— Clenches your fingers between his so hard that you definitely think he was trying to merge himself with you.

You have to think for a long moment.

“I’ll hate you if you do.”

“Then hate me.” For he would never kill you, never dare to do any harm to you. How? How do you expect him to do it when he would rather kiss every last strand of your hair as if it were the most precious thing on this planet?

How do you expect him to live after that?

It makes you guilty.

“Satoru…” It comes out as a plead now, the desperation in your voice starting to show now that you hear his conviction. “I don’t think I would ever be able to bear seeing you both go before me, as selfish as it sounds…” You lean up to press a kiss to his nose.

“Please?”

“You’re being selfish,” He looks annoyed. He is annoyed; you can tell by that way he’s pulling at one of your cheeks and pinching the skin just enough to make you whine in protest. “And seriously dumb. You know I’m more than capable of saving you.”

Saving the both of you.

And you know. Know that he might be able to. He’s Gojo Satoru after all, despite everything, despite every change and diverge of paths. He alone stands at the end of every path, with every road leading to him in the very end.

So you chuckle dismissively, letting your fingers twirl and play with those now loose strands of shimmering white once you manage to loosen your slightly sore hand from his tight grip.

“Maybe you’re right, Satoru.”

“I am right.” You can’t doubt him. He’s Gojo Satoru. One of your only other lovers who was capable of anything, of everything. He can do it, he swears he can.

Even if you still think it’s a cause not worth saving.

“Don’t cherish me so much, Satoru.” Because just how many more times can he continue to do so? How many times can he continue to deny your wants even if you ask for the impossible?

It’s hopeless.

——

“The Night Parade of a 100 Demons.” Your husband stands within the rays of this moonlit night, painting him in the dull shimmers and surrounding him in a somber air.

“It will be beautiful, dear wife.” A hand against the glass pane, palm pressing against his cold reflection as glassy eyes stare out into this endless darkness. “Don’t you think so?”

4 years. That was all the time you had left to change your mind after that conversation— The countdown towards your imminent deaths.

It’s at these moments, the ones where his eyes glower with such an insanity unlike the gentle man you knew— That you think he really is too far gone.

How could you say to him that you wanted to change this fate? To potentially reroute this one-way path towards fated doom and destruction? To tell him that you don’t want things to end this way— Not for him who deserves so much more than this.

You can’t.

Because there was too much meaning to what he fought for, to his cause that he built for years despite how long you’ve been trying to foil or change his plans.

Hopeless.

“You’ll be evacuating with the twins and our other family, of course.” His steps feel far too heavy, resounding in your ears as he lifts your hand up to his lips, lightly kissing the skin with a tenderness that you take too much for granted.

Like a prince in an all too sappy fairytale. One that wouldn’t have such dire circumstances, such nuanced consequences.

“I would never put you in any danger.”

Sighing out with such a wistful, lovesick willfulness. “I love you too much.”

A tale that you can only long to have.

“You didn’t kill anyone.” He says it to you like it was the only truth in the world, caressing your face as he kisses your forehead, blots of blood upon your clothing that had been so hastily shed before he came up towards you.

He can’t even bear the thought of something like that coming into contact with him.

“You— You said that they were cursed users—Mmph—!” That they threatened his organization. You did it because you wanted to; and yet the consequences now lay heavy on your morals, pressing and squeezing until your mind is in complete disarray.

Why? Why did you do it? And why did you only regret it now? Is it really okay? Does the blood spilt onto your hands mean anything to you—

“Shhh… Monkeys aren’t people,” It’s said against your lips when he pulls away, the insanity in his eyes and the palpitating fear in your heart making you stagger in your thoughts, mind growing fuzzy with doubt and uncertainty.

Was this truly what you wanted?

“So don’t waste your precious time feeling guilty.”

But there’s a path you want to take too. Something independent of both their wishes, something that you set in stone solely for this day.

“I love you too, Suguru.”

It’s hopeless, after all. So you want to be as you are now, live as you are— Yet nothing is eternal other than the concept of ‘change’.

“I don’t want to change.”

Was what you once told him as your fingers threaded through his hair, sparkly suds of bubbly white mixing in with the snowflake strands of pearliness.

“But I know you can.” It’s your almost childish whisper into his ear as you playfully poke at his cheek, before your eyes averted to be giggling at how your husband was so peacefully asleep in the bathtub, light snores escaping him as his hands hung were draped along the edge.

Cults can be hard to manage. So you enjoy it when he’s finally grown a peace of mind and decides to rest, even if it’s in an unconventional situation when he had both his beautiful wife and lovely— Though unofficial husband present as well.

“Right, Satoru?”

Curse how cute that was. Even with ears tinted red and your hands on him— He simply averts his gaze as you hum in delight, continuing to wash his hair without a care in the world.

He didn’t respond to that. You don’t think he ever did.

So when you’re before him, weapon disintegrated into nothing and a weak smile on your face— There was almost no trace of the person he had first met on the day of spring, with the gentle breeze carrying the weight of sakura petals fluttering into the classroom as the pink of embarrassment dusted your cheeks in meek shyness.

Is this really your loss, though?

“I—“ A deep breath in as you look into those starlit comets. You steel yourself, a hand over your beating heart and an expression so practiced.

“I hate you, Gojo Satoru.”

You never endured this life, never thought that you had suffered through it. There was nothing you could’ve loved more than to be able to live so freely, so unafraid of what the future could possibly bring.

That’s why you can do it. Why he can still see that reminiscent determination in your eye, that look that was void of the fear and all too familiar to him.

He can’t convince you otherwise.

Even still— Won’t this world ever allow him to have wishes? To hear those quiet prayers muttered under shortened breaths, to grant him sanctity and peace of mind?

Your voice rings pleasantly in his ears like a chime of a bell. It’s so soft and sweet and stupidly kind even when you know what was going to happen. You never spoke in such a roundabout way, never spoke with such shaky conviction that it sounded like you were going to fall apart.

“I don’t want to see you again for the rest of this life.”

(“I’m sorry, Satoru.”)

He remains silent, dread creeping in his bones and his lips feeling far too dry. It’s in this moment that maybe he thinks he’s acquired too many sins; the sin of getting to hold the hands of three ones that the world wanted dead, the sin of trying to go through life with his beloveds by his side.

The sin of being born into this role of the world.

Why? Why must it be like this? The way your words sank into his ears and tore through his very soul like a torture he couldn’t bear.

“Satoru,” His skin feels cold, especially against the warmth that you emit that caresses his face and threatens to make his already waning heart drop to his stomach. “Don’t think about me.”

“Don’t even dream about me.”

(“Take care of yourself when I’m not around.”)

Because you still care, even if you were making him do the cruelest, most selfish thing in the world. Even if your last words to him were something that cut— That aimed to make him hate you. You didn’t want him to forget, but more so, you didn’t want him to neglect himself to mourn for someone so damned like you— Didn’t want him to be alone even when you’re gone.

Because you will care, forevermore.

“You have your whole life ahead of you.” Your shaky hands holding his face, the unevenness in your voice that made the words he wanted to shout get stuck in his throat.

“So forget about me— About all this… And get to know some people better, okay?”

(“Don’t try to shut people out when you need them.”)

So you can only smile as you feel him hug you tighter, his fingers clasped together as still as they were even when you’re certain that it trembled just ever so slightly. And when your lips inevitably meet for a kiss that drowned out your sorrows— You think you’ve made the right choice as you answer back, softly and sweetly adorning his with your own.

The worst liar he’s ever met. That’s what you are to him right now. So he’ll swallow them— All your lies that you wanted to continue to spout, all the misery that you ever had to bear up until now.

He’ll take it from here.

Gojo Satoru never knew hesitation, never knew regret. He didn’t know coiling hatred, didn’t know hopeless desire. But this cycle of only being able to save those who wanted to be saved repeats once more even as he still stands tall as the strongest.

And when you’re all just about gone, with his hand clenching so desperately that his nails drew blood against his pretty, pretty skin; you know that it was selfish despite your little spiel just moments ago. Yet you hope he thinks— Knows that you’ll continue to love him even when you’re no longer here. You’ll exist as a fading memory, a song that was played too many times, a flitter of sunlight through the leaves.

You’ll exist in the smallest things that he would miss with just a single blink.

So you hope that he would know as your eyes close and purple light flashes from behind your eyelids, an engulfing heat so hot, yet— It doesn’t sting, doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t feel like anything but the soft caress of the sun on your skin after the rain.

Gojo Satoru is merciful, so you hope he remembers your last words as you slip away, the whisper so haunting and beautiful that it makes him wish it were so. Makes him almost want to pray to a being to give you safe passage on your way.

Even if you didn’t say anything else, he will always understand, replaying it in his head over and over and over in the hopes that one day, your words will come true.

Because he knows his own wishes and prayers will never come to fruition.

(“We’ll meet again.”)

——

“The body,” A huff out of the cigarette as she tries to breathe in this frigid air tainted by death and guilt, the tobacco doing little to diminish the stress and loss in her voice. It’s croaked and bitter and everything that cursed this uncaring world with her hatred.

Yet she knows it would never be enough.

“Needs to be disposed of.” Her eyes are red, her flushed cheeks and the runny mascara streaming down a large contrast to the blank stare upon her pretty face.

Bitter acceptance.

It’s cold and biting; the way she stares into this dark alleyway that was shrouded in dreary darkness, full of damp hatred and scorching desolation as her cigar loses its flame.

Like a sick reminder from the ones above that you were no longer here. Because if you were, you’d tell her to stop smoking, right? Tell her that it was bad for her health, tell her that she should stop as you pout and gently snatch the stick away from her.

But you can’t. Not anymore.

“Go away, Shoko.” He thinks his hands are starting to tremble as he holds what was once the you who always smiled so softly at him in his arms, the way your body falls onto his chest in quiet movements, the way your head lolls onto his shoulder, the way your hair frames your face.

If he turned away, if he used your hands to cover these forsaken eyes of his— You would simply be sleeping peacefully.

So sleep. Sleep with the peace that you were out of his reach, rest with the thoughts of him in these moments where you could make pretend and return to a time where none of this matters.

Where none of this happened.

“Please.” Just for a little while longer, while your blood that he spilled was still warm, while it feels like this cruel time hasn’t fully passed—

Please.

KOFI extras

[nekkomaa]

Cooking With Ghost

Notes: Well if there are any mistakes or something doesn't make sense I apologize, I wrote this during class…

Cooking with the Ghost would certainly be a fun task, I mean, imagine a six-foot-tall man in a small kitchen wearing an apron that would be a bit tight on him.

It would be quite a spectacle.

I think the Simon would probably be the kind of person who, when he cooks, tries to follow the recipe to the letter and, if he doesn't have a recipe, he'll probably say he doesn't need one and try to invent his own. Which usually ends up going wrong.

Simon wouldn't be a bad cook, but he's certainly burned a good number of pans, he has no idea what happens, but he knows that as soon as he turns his back on the stove everything seems to burn instantly.

He probably doesn't want to try cooking for you straight away, in fact, for a first date, he prefers a fancy restaurant, courtesy of the big salary he gets for being in the military.

Once you've known each other long enough for him to feel at ease with you, he'd probably try to cook something, do that kind of cute date at home where the man cooks something and has a table ready with wine or whatever drink you prefer, maybe even some candles. He would devote a few hours to cooking something he thought was decent and would probably be very upset and embarrassed if he ended up burning something.

He would immediately buy some ready-made food and pretend that he had cooked it himself, because the fact that he can't cook well breaks his ego, so he would certainly be lying.

You'd find out when you saw the box of ready meals in the trash when you decided to help him do the dishes. To Simon's delight, you ignored the fact and didn't mention anything.

Simon swore that next time he would take cooking lessons.

On a given date, if you decided to cook with him, he would certainly take extra care, without distractions or turning his back on the pot.

You'd be helping with any little thing he asked for and, although you'd be extra careful not to get distracted, he'd probably end up paying attention to how you cut the vegetables or seasoned something.

Simon pretends he wasn't watching your every move.

And you pretend that the sight of him cooking is nothing.

[misc-obeyme]

Okay. I decided to do a little headcanon post for Flufftober, so here it is. Except that it turned out to be CRAZY LONG. I did not expect that. I was gonna post all the characters in one post, but that seems excessive. So instead, I'm gonna post them separately as usual and just link to the other part. I will be posting the rest of the characters shortly!

The theme here is a masquerade party... well don't worry, there's an explanation about what's going on. I dunno I just got the idea and thought it'd be fun to write and then got carried away as usual. I tried to keep them brief, but here we are.

FLUFFTOBER 2023

GN!MC x the demon brothers

Warnings: none that I can think of??

It was an October night in the Devildom and the House of Lamentation was hosting a Halloween masquerade ball. The main hall had been decorated splendidly in oranges, purples, and blacks. An entire feast was laid out, the table full of dishes contributed to the party by Barbatos and Simeon. The room was dark, lit mostly by orbs of orange light, enchanted to float through the air by Solomon. On a small stage there was a live band playing a mix of lively and slow creepy music. The dance floor was filled with demons, all of whom were unrecognizable…

Due to the masquerade theme, special masks had been made for each attendee. They were made by Satan and Asmodeus, working together to create magical masks that would completely obscure each party goer's appearance. Once they put on the mask, a glamor fell over them that transformed them and made them unrecognizable. Every glamor costume was black and incorporated a look involving fancy suits, flowing dresses, and probably too many sequins.

The party organizers all knew what each other's mask-generated costumes looked like. Everyone had been present when Asmo revealed his designs. Everyone… except you. You had insisted on creating your own glamor and thus hadn't been present to see everyone else's.

Now you stood in the middle of this masquerade party, unable to recognize a single person.

And yet you knew that the person you wanted to see most was in the room somewhere. And after a small amount of time, you were certain you had figured out who it was. You made a bold move and asked them to dance. While you were in their arms, they told you to meet them somewhere specific later, when the party was winding down. You agreed and spent the rest of the night exchanging looks with them, anticipating the moment when you would be alone with them.

Had you chosen the correct person? Did you know them well enough that you could determine their identity when their appearance was so altered? And more importantly… did they know who you were?

Lucifer

It was his bearing. The way Lucifer held himself was undeniable. There was nothing about the fancy suit that tipped you off - no bits of blue or red, no feathers, no indication at all that it was Lucifer. Even his eyes were turned pure black by the glamor. And yet, when he looked at you, it was like you could feel the ruby red that hid beneath.

When he asked you to meet him in the music room later, you were even more convinced. Of course that would be Lucifer's choice. When you arrived, the sound of the party music still playing softly in the distance, he smiled and took your hand. A little piece of you doubted, wondered if he could truly detect you behind your mask.

His fingers ran along the edge of the mask that covered your face. "Do you trust me, MC?"

Even his voice was altered by the magic. You shuddered. What if it wasn't him?

Though, would Lucifer really make such a mistake? Would Lucifer let someone else lead you astray?

You let out a breath. "Yes."

Lucifer put his arms around you, pulling you close, and pressing his lips to yours. The masks bumped slightly against each other as you gasped into his lips.

When Lucifer pulled away enough to remove his mask, a relief flooded through you at the familiar curves of his face.

"How did you know it was me?" you asked.

Lucifer smirked at you. "You couldn't help yourself, could you? You were by my side most of the night. And when you weren't, I could feel your eyes on me."

You blushed, but Lucifer only chuckled and kissed you again.

Mammon

He didn't know who you were at all, but the minute you got close enough, you could feel it. A sense of protection that you could only feel in the presence of your guardian demon. He may not know who you were, but you knew him. He was in full on party mode when you asked him to dance with you. He seemed uncertain, likely thinking about you, but he accepted.

Something in his demeanor changed while you danced. His uncertainty fell away and he asked you to meet him out by the front door. You thought this was kind of an odd choice, but you agreed. Later, you slipped out the front door as requested and everything fell into place.

He was leaning against his Demonio 666 Lexura, mask still on, smiling at you.

You laughed a little at how pleased he seemed. You walked down the stairs to the street, stopping right in front of him and reaching out to remove his mask.

There was the familiar face you knew so well - blue-gold eyes shining, white hair bright in the darkness.

"Ya wanna ditch this party and go for a ride?" he asked.

You put your arms around his neck. "You didn't know me at first. How did you figure it out?"

Mammon put his hands on your waist. "Like I wouldn't recognize your dance moves."

Your laugh was smothered as he kissed you. He opened your door for you and you got into his car. He kept a hand on your thigh as he drove into the Devildom night, the yellow moon high in the October sky.

Leviathan

He gave himself away by bringing a handheld video game console to the party. It stuck out of his pocket when he wasn't using it and when he was, he was hunched over in a corner somewhere, the little bleeps and bloops adding a humorous quality to the music in the room.

When you came over to him, Leviathan looked annoyed that someone was interrupting him. He frowned at you for a moment and then became nervous when you asked him to dance. He tried to get out of it, but you didn't listen, dragging him by the hand onto the dance floor. You proceeded to incorporate some dance moves from the latest music video of Sucre Frenzy and suddenly Levi's attitude changed. He wasn't trying to hide who he was and asked you to meet him in his room.

When you knocked on the door later, Levi opened it, mask already discarded. He looked at you, still in your glamor and said, "Th-that's you, isn't it, MC?"

You removed your mask and smiled at him.

Levi sagged against the door for a minute before opening it wide to let you in. "I was so nervous! I thought maybe you were someone else who happened to be intimately familiar with Sucre Frenzy's dance moves!"

You laughed and hugged him, patting his back reassuringly. "I'm pretty sure we're the only ones who know those moves that well. That music video only came out a couple days ago."

Levi pulled back to look at you, pride evident in his orange eyes. "You did them flawlessly."

You blushed a little and pulled on his clothes to bring him closer. "You weren't too bad yourself."

Levi kissed you to hide his own blush, but you still saw it quite clearly.

Satan

You were standing among a group of demons, listening to their idle chatter. You had no idea who any of them were, of course, but they seemed to be discussing the merits of various cafes in the Devildom. This was a fairly benign topic until one of them brought up cat cafes. You noticed the minute the demon beside you began to ramble at length about the benefits of cat cafes. It quickly devolved into what sounded like a dissertation on the positive qualities of cats in general. As the others quickly excused themselves, you laughed and asked Satan to dance with you.

Satan seemed reluctant at first because he wasn't sure who you were right away. But when he stopped rambling and really took you in - your demeanor, the soft smile of fondness on your face - he accepted your request. During the song, he seemed to feel certain of your identity and asked you to meet him in the library later.

You had expected Satan to be deep in a book when you arrived, but instead he was watching the door. He took several steps toward you when you came in.

"I thought you might not come, MC," he admitted.

Your heart squeezed and you removed your mask. "Why wouldn't I?"

Satan took off his own mask. "I thought your attention might have been drawn elsewhere."

You closed the distance between you and looked into his eyes, now their usual mixture of greens and blues. "You say that as though I've been able to think about anyone other than you."

Satan wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in to kiss you.

Asmodeus

It was in the sensual way he moved, how he lightly teased everyone he came into contact with, the boldness he seemed to gain from the fact that nobody knew who he was. All of these things tipped you off, but when Asmodeus stopped to look at himself in a mirror, lingering a little too long than anyone else might have, your suspicion was confirmed.

To your surprise, Asmo already seemed to know who you were, too. You didn't even have the chance to ask him to dance because he asked you first. You thought maybe he was just asking anyone and everyone, that it wasn't because he knew you. But when he asked you to meet him in the garden later, you were suddenly uncertain. Did he know you or not?

When you arrived in the garden, Asmo was looking up at the yellow moon. He heard you approach and turned around, giving you a dazzling smile.

He spread his hands, the offer of a hug. "There you are, darling!"

You considered him. You still weren't sure if he knew who you were.

Asmo giggled. "Oh, do you think I don't know you? Silly thing."

Asmo walked up to you, placed his fingers on your mask, and leaned in close. "No amount of glamor could hide you from me, MC."

You shivered. Asmo took off your mask and removed his as well, tossing them aside. Then he opened his arms again.

You stepped into them easily, pressing yourself against his body, and meeting his lips with yours.

Beelzebub

The glamor obscured Beelzebub's size and height - the things that normally made him almost impossible to miss. And maybe it would have made it difficult for you to find him in different circumstances. But this was a party. And there was food. You watched the buffet table for some time, waiting to see who never left it or who ate most of it themselves.

When you asked Beel to dance, he accepted immediately, which surprised you. As the two of you danced, you tried to figure out if he knew you or not. He seemed comfortable with you, but it wasn't any different than how Beel was with most people. And then he asked you to meet him at the planetarium. Perhaps you had gotten it wrong? Was there another hungry demon at this party? Was it actually Belphie you were dancing with?

You arrived at the planetarium, feeling uncertain about just who it was you were meeting.

When he saw you, Beel took off his mask, completely eliminating your concern. He smiled at you, the same sweet smile that made your stomach flutter. "Hi, MC."

You shook your head slightly and took off your own mask. "Why did you ask me to come to the planetarium?"

Beel looked up at the planetarium and pointed at the moon. It had an unusual yellow cast to it. "Belphie likes the planetarium. And right now the moon looks like a big wheel of cheese."

You laughed. He wasn't wrong. You took Beel's hands and turned him toward you. "I should've known."

Beel smiled again and kissed you.

Belphegor

Belphegor was eluding you. You had already spent a significant amount of the party looking for a sleeping demon, but you couldn't find one. Everyone you saw was fully awake and nobody even seemed to be slightly nodding off. He must have found a small hiding place to fall asleep and that was why you didn't see him anywhere.

You nearly jumped when you felt a hand on your back. When you turned, a demon smiled at you and asked you to dance with him. There was something about this quiet demon's demeanor that made you suspect it was Belphie. Where had he even come from? And was it really him? You allowed him to lead you out onto the dance floor. He asked you to meet him in the garden later and you felt compelled to agree. If it wasn't Belphie, you could always just leave.

Once you were in the garden, you found him standing there, waiting quietly. He was looking up at the sky, which was full of the yellow moon and a dramatic scattering of stars.

"The stars are beautiful tonight aren't they, MC?" he asked.

All doubts fled your mind then. You stood beside him and looked up, resting your head on his shoulder. "They're lovely, Belphie."

Belphie turned to you, easily slipping an arm around your waist and removing your mask. He stayed still as you took his off, too.

"You weren't sure it was me," he said.

You shrugged. "You look wide awake, that's all."

Belphie smirked. "I was on edge waiting to do this," he said.

You were about to ask what that meant, but he cut you off with a kiss.

part 2 with the rest of the characters

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[sinning-23]

What The F*ck is Al Dente (Carmen Berzatto x Reader)

Carmen Berzatto x Reader

Kinktober

Promt/Warmings: cockwarming (if you squint) + creampie with carmyyyyy, hella domestic, hella intimate, smut but soft. swearing, p in v, light teasing

This is obviously an nsfw, considering its a kinktober based prompt. 18+ Minors skidaddel.

Now, you were no stranger to cooking or food or anything in general. Just..it pissed you off when Carmen insisted on using these fancy ass terms to describe the most basic shit when cooking. And it was never to be a dick or some pretentious fuck who knows everything about cooking as totally worked at one of the most famous and well-known restaurants in the world. It was just that most of it was seared into his brain and was just…what he was accustomed to using. 

So when he insisted your pasta be ‘al fuckin dente’ You only stared at him.

Rage flashing behind your eyes. 

“I know how to cook fucking pasta Carm. I'm not an idiot. But what the fuck is an alt dene.”

“Al Dente” he corrects, hands placed on his hips as he looks at you with those stupid, perfect, puppy dog eyes. As if he did know he just unleashed a rage within you. 

“Don't fucking correct me bear.” You scoff, stirring the pasta and continuing to chop vegetables for the salad.

“Yeah alright. Do you really not know what that means?” He questions, eyes still wide as he approaches you, watching how focused you are on not only ignoring him but making sure the water doesnt boil over.

“No…can you drop it.” You huff, seeing him for that stupid smile and chuckle a bitt. His arms wrap around your waist and he presses soft kisses to your shoulders.

____

Its not long before you're both sitting at the rickety table, chairs scooting against the wood floors as you take a bite of your damn perfect alfredo. Though Carmy insisted on making meals, he let you take over tonight considering the restaurant was incredibly taxing today. 

He takes a bite, stopping to speak mid-chew.

“So you do know what it means” he smiles, looking up at you from under his lashes. 

“If you wanted the pasta a lil hard just say that next time!” you groan, sipping your wine qwith an eyeroll. 

You cant help buch chuckle, your more childish side getting thebest of you. 

“Whats so funny?” Carmy asks, smile growing when you smile. He loves seeing his girl happy. 

You don't respond but he soon begins to shake his head at the innuendo. 

“Oh you're childish” He chuckles, taking another bite. 

_______

Nights like these were enjoyable, dinner was put away, and the dishes were finished (not to mention the treat you got to observe being Carmen's arms flexing in his wife beater white he scrubbed). All that was left was to snuggle close and maybe try to initiate some touchy-feely time considering it had been a while.

You and Carmy's sex life wasn't dull, but it was rare that you two had a chance to get intimate since you were both always busy! But then again, you didn't feel the need to HAVE to have sex all the time. Just being close to each other and being wrapped around in more of a twisty, sleep-deprived pretzel was fun enough.

However, tonight, your mind was running a bit wild. In fact, ever since you snickered at the 'a lil hard' joke at the table, that's been all you can think about... the way he kissed your shoulders while you were cooking, and the way he looked from under his lashed at you...and especially when he looked so damn fine washing dishes.

Who knew it took so little to get your mind and body this...worked up! At times like these, Carmy somewhat fails to read the room. He's gotten significantly better over the last 3 years, so maybe he could sense how your hips wiggled to meet his and perhaps slide the tip in for you. Even just a little friction would be excellent.

"You okay? Squirmin' a lot." He notes, large hands firm at your waist. Bingo, you can practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Yeah, just miss you, is all." You state vaguely, breath catching in your throat when his hand trails under your nightgown to palm your chest, pulling you against him.

Ohhh, you could really feel it now, he's practically poking you through the sweats. He hums, pressing kisses to your neck. God, you love how comfortable he's gotten around you, how well he's gotten to know your body, your wants, your needs.

But damn it, if he doesn't use his knowledge to tease you into oblivion. There's a pause, and Carmy moves his free hand to slip lower under your nightgown, the calloused pads of his fingertips making your stomach turn. You can't help but squeeze your legs together, but he's quick to spread them apart just as gently as he had lifted the pajama fabric. Always so gentle. Mostly for his own good because as much as he didn't want to break you, he could just as quickly send himself into a frenzy over you.

"Let me feel you," He breathes out, lips pressing sweetly against your neck as you hear and feel him shuffle a bit and position the tip of his length just enough to slide over your wetness.

You're both tired, a mix of exhaustion and lust flooding your senses. This was perfect. Knowing the feeling all too well, it was almost without a doubt tonight would be one of your more slow-paced sessions. He's got his hand pressed on your lower stomach now, the pressure making you gasp when he finally sides into you, the squelch making him huff out in amusement.

"F-Fuck, what's got you so worked up right now?" He groans, sleepily sliding in and out of you, the feeling making you burry into the pillow and push back against him in rhythm.

"I-I don't know, I think it was how you were so close to earlier when you corrected me about the pasta- and how- fuck...how pretty you looked doing the dishes." You admit, to which he gives a light chuckle, wrapping his much larger hand around your throat from behind; his pace is picking up slowly but surely, and it's getting harder and harder for you to keep your impending orgasm at bay.

"That's what did it for you, honey?" He groans, pressing kisses all over your shoulder and neck, trying not to move too fast to lose the feeling of sleepiness. He can't help it though, the way you're sucking him in is too much to handle.

"Shit, Carm right there, so so close." You whine, trying to meet the snap of his hips to push him further inside.

Fuck it, you'd both be more than exhausted after this, so why not use this last burst of energy to the fullest.

"Need it harder." You groan, rolling only slightly so you're on your stomach, pushing a pillow under you. The t-shirt is sticking to his body now from the buildup of heat. You whine at the feeling of emptiness when he moves to reposition himself but are met with a sharp gasp when he picks up right where he left off, the sound of your back meeting his front echoing in the small apartment.

"Fuck, sweetheart, angle your hips just like that." He coaches as you put more of an arch in your back, moaning loudly at the feeling of him inside. What really does it is when he places his hand over your own, fingers interlocking as he rests his chest on your back, purring his face into your neck.

There's a moment of silence, filled with you and his whimpers when he finishes inside; the warmth and slight pause make you weak. He swears under his breath and holds your hand a bit tighter.

"Sorry, I should have asked first." He huffs, not moving much at first, like he'd rather stay buried deep in your heat than anything else.

"We can stay like this if you want Carm, I prefer being filled anyway." You hum, pressing a satisfied kiss to his lips.

Yes, nights like these were quite enjoyable, primarily when they stemmed from Carmy and his stupid fancy food lingo.

[after-witch]

How some Hunter x Hunter yanderes would react to you liking & asking to order spicy food

notes: yandere, kidnapped readers, food talk, brought to you by me crying while I ate an extremely spicy dinner and reminding myself that I enjoy it

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Feitan: Finds it surprisingly interesting. He would find the whole "enjoying the endorphin rush from pain" bit fascinating and prod you with questions. Probably grabs your tongue at one point to examine it. One of the few times he might be prone to indulging in you wanting takeout of some kind, once you convince him that you're craving a specific spicy dish. You might find some of your regular food (poorly cooked microwave meals and his occasional concoctions) spiked with pepper extracts because he'd find it funny, though.

Phinks: He finds it concerning, initially. Like, babe?? Are you sure you can handle it??? He generally treats you like a weak silly thing, because that's what you are to him, but... if you keep asking, maybe he'll give in. And the more he thinks about it, the more the act of ordering takeout and sitting to eat it while you watch a movie for dinner seems like the type of thing normal couples do, so he finds it nice that you're actively asking for that. But he'll get a little worried if you start crying or panting while you eat. He probably wouldn't let you do it too much. He'd get pissed if you ordered it super hot and it didn't come that way, even if you insist it's not a big deal. Woe to the restaurant that doesn't deliver the spice.

Uvogin: Oh, it's fun for him! He'll absolutely make it a competition between the two of you to see who can eat the spiciest dish. If you manage to win, he'll rub your head affectionately and maybe you get to pick something fun to do that evening, champ that you are.

Chrollo: He can be snobby about it. He wouldn't want you pouring hot sauce on fancy meals (keep this in mind if you want to piss him off deliberately) or things that aren't traditionally spicy. What, you want to dump ghost pepper sauce on the risotto he had brought in from the hotel's 5-star restaurant? Nope. And he'll give you a lesson on why preserving the traditional flavor is essential. But when he's letting you pick the food and it's something that can be spicy traditionally, like a curry dish, he's fine with it. But he especially would be upset if you asked for something spicy but didn't/couldn't finish it, so you'd have to be mindful of how spicy you get things.

[agroupiewhore]

Some random headcanons about what it would be like to date Fran. I haven't wrote anything in ages so apologies if this is shite. Please no hate. 💗💖🍓💕❤️🎀

*Disclaimer: This is my own work and my own self-indulgent ideas, none of this is based in reality.

If anyone wants a part 2 please let me know or has any questions or suggestions for improvements then please let me know, I apologise in advance for spelling and grammar errors.

🎀 This man can cook. He is amazing in the kitchen, will make you whatever you fancy no matter what time it is or whatever you fancy, nothing is too much trouble for him. Cooking you something is his love language.

🎀 He would much rather read then watch something. On the evenings you spend together you're sat on the sofa together reading. He will also read aloud to help you fall asleep.

🎀 No matter what the time is this man will come and pick you up. "But babe, I'm probably gonna be staying out till like 3am" "Ok mi amor, I come get you then" "But aren't you due on set at like 5:30am?" "Yes, and? I come pick you up at 3, I love you."

🎀 Will pay attention to all the little things that you like and remembers them so he can surprise you later on.

🎀 Never ever puts you down or makes fun of you when you're practicing Spanish with him and vice versa for when he is talking with you.

🎀 100% that annoying couple which never seem to argue. Just a walking disney film. The guys all tease him about it. "But you must argue over something, anything!?" "No, nothing" "I bet he leaves the toilet seat up" "No, always puts it down"

🎀 Believes in the art of letter writing and writes you letters in that fancy calligraphy writing. (Something he learned for a part in a theatre production)

Here is a small imagine, no TW etc, a little bit of making out etc, pg/13

A surprise

"My love" Fran said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. "I can finish the dishes, it's ok".

"No I got it" you said as you began drying off some of the plates. "Besides you must be tired after yesterday's wrap party".

"It was fun, you need to come to the next one" he said as he brushed your hair aside to kiss your neck softly. "I missed you alot, the others were asking for you".

"I'll be at the next one babe, I promise" you answered setting the plate down and turning to face him. Fran was beautiful and you couldn't believe how lucky you were. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your forehead against his. "I think you need a second helping of that dessert you made. You need it". Fran smirked and kissed your nose.

"I said you don't need to ever worry about me. I promise, I'm going to be ok" he answered.

"Oh I got you something, to celebrate the film being done" you said going to pull away.

"No wait, just one more second, I want to stay like this forever with you" he said enjoying the moment, he felt he could be anywhere in the world but as long as he was with you he was home. You smiled and held onto him a little tighter.

"You did not have to get me something. I already have everything I need, I'm very lucky like that you know. Can carry everything I'll ever need in my hands" he smirked as he picked you up, catching you off guard.

"Fran!" You laughed as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. "O my gosh put me down, I need to go and get your present". You looked down into his beautiful deep eyed and cupped his cheeks and began kissing him. He had the softest lips and skin. He kissed you deeper savouring the taste of your peach flavoured lip balm. Peaches were his favourite fruit. A fact you'd noted quite early on. You remembered the look of surprise and satisfaction on his face the day he'd realised your lip balm was the same flavour as his favourite fruit.

"Fran... I need... to get... your gift" you said between kisses. "Please mi amor". Fran smiled against your neck, there was something extremely hot about you using Spanish pet names for him. He was so in love with you it was unreal.

"Just one more my dear, please" he begged staring up at you. How could you say no to him? You lent down and kissed him, twice though. It was a small little ritual the two of you had. He would always ask for one more kiss whether it was before going off to sleep, before he would leave for set or an audition or before going on stage. You always kissed him twice just to be safe. He gently set you down and stroked your cheek.

"Te amo, mi amor" he smiled.

"I love you more" you answered before squeezing his hand and leaving. He heard you going upstairs and into the second bedroom. He was excited at the prospect of seeing what you'd got him although he was more excited to see your face at his gift for you. He smiled wider as he placed his hand into his trousers pocket and felt the box with an engagement ring inside.

[ibijau]

The Fake dating to real marriage pipeline pt7 / On A03 it's been over a year since the last update oops. Also if I had a tag for this fic I've long forgotten it.

Whatever Nie Huaisang’s plan was to push Lan Xichen to be the one responsible for their breakup, it shone by its subtlety. In fact, Lan Xichen could not see any difference between the days that followed their fake engagement and those that preceded it. Things were just back to normal, with Nie Huaisang once more cooking for him when he came home from work, and Lan Xichen bringing water and reminders to sleep while Nie Huaisang edited his videos. They both avoided talking about the sensitive topic of their fake engagement, and kept their conversation as light as they could.

Then, one evening, Nie Huaisang lingered after dinner, and watched Lan Xichen wash the dishes. It was unusual but not unheard of. As a rule Nie Huaisang preferred to get back to work, clearly worried he’d be roped into helping if he stayed too long. If he stayed, he usually had something to chat about, but for a long while he remained silent. If he hadn’t known better, Lan Xichen would have said Nie Huaisang seemed a little nervous.

"Gege, do you feel like going somewhere Saturday morning?" Nie Huaisang asked as Lan Xichen finished rinsing the last saucepan.

Lan Xichen nodded without thinking. With everything that had happened lately, they hadn't gone on dates in a while and he missed it. He didn’t even bother asking where they’d be going. Half the fun of those outings lay in discovering what niche experience Nie Huaisang had planned that time.

"Wonderful,” Nie Huaisang said, sounding relieved. “I have an appointment for us somewhere at 10 in the morning, so you’ll have to be ready half an hour before that."

"It sounds early by your standards," Lan Xichen remarked, curiosity piqued. "You’re more of an afternoon person usually."

“That place is only open in the morning on Saturdays,” Nie Huaisang lamented, “and I don’t want to make you use a day off for this.

"Now I’m intrigued. Is there a dress code?”

It was rare for Nie Huaisang’s plans to involve a place so fancy that Lan Xichen needed to dress up. In fact, he sometimes encouraged Lan Xichen to dress a little more casually than normal so he wouldn’t stand out too much. Still, Lan Xichen had been raised to worry about that.

“No dress code, no,” Nie Huaisang pensively replied. “But it wouldn’t hurt to dress a little nice, I guess. Not work nice, and not going to a fundraiser nice, but… Maybe family dinner nice, if that makes sense?”

“My uncle’s expectations concerning elegance are far above any fundraiser,” Lan Xichen retorted. “He thinks wearing jeans makes me look neglected.”

Nie Huaisang grimaced. “If I came to a family lunch wearing anything but jeans, my cousins would ask me if I’m going to the bank, or to a fashion show. So… Imagine you’re going to see my family, not yours, alright?”

“It’s about time you introduced me anyway,” Lan Xichen joked.

It was the wrong thing to say. Nie Huaisang startled at the playful reminder of their bet, and took a step back.

“Yes, well… I hope I don’t have to resort to that,” he bitterly muttered. “Listen, just… look clean, and it’ll be enough. It’s not like this really matter.”

He went back to the sofa before Lan Xichen could apologise, and immediately put on a large pair of headphones, a quiet way of signalling he didn’t wish to be disturbed. Even like that, lan Xichen was tempted to be rude and bother him… but what could he have said, when things were the way they were?

By the next morning, Nie Huaisang seemed to have forgotten that unfortunate joke. And on saturday morning he was up early, and for once ready to go before Lan Xichen, looking almost impatient to be wherever they were going. He was dressed in a rather casual manner, jeans and a plain tshirt, so Lan Xichen followed his lead. He chose to wear a pair of jeans that Nie Huaisang had insisted he’d need to wear when he started really dating again, and a white t-shirt he’d been meaning to throw away because it had shrunk a little over time, but which Nie Huaisang had encouraged him to keep. Nothing too special, but Lan Xichen thought he saw Nie Huaisang looking him over a few times as they walked together.

They didn’t go very far. Lan Xichen was puzzled when Nie Huaisang assured him they wouldn’t take public transportation. His confusion only increased as they arrived in front of the city hall. He threw Nie Huaisang a perplexed look, but only got a smug grin in answer before Nie Huaisang grabbed him by the arm and pulled him inside. At the reception, Nie Huaisang gave his name and announced that he had an appointment.

“Ah, yes, at ten,” the woman at the desk replied. “Regarding a wedding?”

Nie Huaisang cheerfully nodded and squeezed Lan Xichen’s arm a little tighter, as if worried he’d try to run away otherwise. For his part, Lan Xichen was too shocked to move or speak. He almost missed the woman’s disapproving look before she went to check if someone was free to see them.

"That was your great plan to annoy me into breaking up?" Lan Xichen managed to ask when they were alone.

“What breaking up? Isn’t this the normal next step in an engagement?” Nie Huaisang retorted with an innocent smile. “You went to the trouble of proposing, of course I need to pull my weight as well. So I thought I’d take care of the administrative side, right? But if you’ve changed your mind…”

“I haven’t,” Lan Xichen coldly replied, fists clenched. “You’re right, this is the normal next step.”

Nie Huaisang pinched his lips, perhaps disappointed that Lan Xichen hadn’t ended things right there and then. He couldn’t try anything more at that point, though. The woman returned, and told them to go meet a city hall employee further inside a corridor to their left.

That employee, an older woman than the first one, welcomed them warmly and immediately started listing every document they needed to give to get married. However certain he’d been that Lan Xichen would run away, Nie Huaisang had still come prepared and gave the employee a complete file with everything she’d requested.

“You even have my birth certificate?” Lan Xichen remarked.

“Of course. It’s easy to get a copy online, and I wanted to surprise you… it’s a good surprise, right?” Nie Huaisang asked, a hint of pathetic doubt in his voice.

Devious. Evil. Adorable.

Lan Xichen wanted to strangle him. Lan Xichen wanted to kiss him and marry him on the spot.

“I’m grateful you did this, I’m no good with paperwork,” Lan Xichen sweetly answered, before turning to the city hall employee. "What's the soonest we can be married, since we brought everything?”

"The minimum legal delay is about 10 days so we can check there are no anomalies,” she explained, smiling as if she found their banter particularly sweet. “But every weekend spots for at least the next three months are already booked, I’m afraid. I can check after that…"

“It doesn’t need to be a weekend,” Lan Xichen told her. “We can do the big party at a later date anyway, but I’d rather have everything legal done as soon as possible. Don’t you, Huaisang?”

“Da-ge works on weekends anyway,” Nie Huaisang sweetly replied. “He’s normally off on Thursdays, so it’d be easier for him to come… And Wei-xiong doesn’t have a real job, he can make it too for sure. But your brother and uncle…”

Forgetting a moment that none of this was real, Lan Xichen considered the situation carefully.

“Wangji needs to take more time off anyway,” Lan Xichen mused. “He works too much. And I think shufu doesn’t have classes on Thursdays this year, so it would be manageable for him to shift around other duties. Supposing he even wants to come, of course.”

It was hard to know how Lan Qiren felt about these things. Lan Xichen had introduced Meng Yao to him at one point, but only as a friend. Considering how old fashioned Lan Qiren was about many things, his nephew had very little hope he'd be thrilled about such a wedding. If it were Lan Wangji getting married, it would be different. Not because Lan Qiren loved Lan Wangji more, of course not, but he was always more forgiving toward his younger nephew, while Lan Xichen was expected to be a role model, someone Lan Qiren could humble brag about.

“Well, Thursday the 25th next month has a free spot at 3pm,” the employee announced. Would that work for you?”

"How does that sound?" Lan Xichen asked, turning to Nie Huaisang. 

"It gives us time to plan everything and inform relevant people," Nie agreed with a smile too sweet. “And I’ll have to buy something nice, too. I wonder if I can order a nice wedding hanfu online and have it arrive on time? It would be pretty neat, wouldn’t it? I’d look great in red.”

“You would,” Lan Xichen fondly replied, forgetting again that this wasn’t real.

It was Nie Huaisang’s fault if he kept getting caught in the fantasy, he figured. If Nie Huaisang hadn’t looked so excited, if he’d tried to embarrass him instead of being so serious about this fake wedding, then Lan Xichen would have remembered why they were there.

Caught up in that fantasy, Lan Xichen played along as the employee mark down their chosen date and hour, and told them when to check back with city hall if nobody updated them. They left the room hand in hand, still trying to sell the lie, or so Lan Xichen told himself. Nie Huaisang too seemed to have forgotten why he'd organised this, and he suggested they go celebrate at a nearby restaurant they both loved. 

It was only when they'd sat down and ordered, as they waited for their food, that the reality of the situation caught up again with Lan Xichen. 

“Do you think we could get in trouble for this?” he mused. 

Nie Huaisang put down the colourful cocktail he'd been sipping on. 

“I'm sure they don't mind removing the chicken from your salad, really,” he said with a fond smile. “You worry about the weirdest stuff, I swear.”

“I meant about the wedding,” Lan Xichen corrected. “Wouldn't that count as perjury?” 

Instantly Nie Huaisang's smile crumbled. His expression darkened, as if he'd truly forgotten why they'd done that, and he took out his phone to avoid looking at Lan Xichen. 

“We wouldn't be the first people to cancel a wedding,” he coldly remarked. “In fact, I hear it's pretty common. Stress and all that. But if you're so worried about lying, you know what to do.” 

“I'm not worried about that,” Lan Xichen assured him. 

He hadn't lied after all. He would have gladly married Nie Huaisang. If there had been perjury, it hadn't been on his side.

“I thought your uncle raised you better than that,” Nie Huaisang gasped with exaggerated concern. “So calm and collected while committing a crime! For shame!”

“You only have yourself to blame,” Lan Xichen replied as seriously as he could. “You are the one who led me down this path, now you must take responsibility.” 

“Well, that's why I'm marrying you, isn't it?” Nie Huaisang chuckled as he pushed his hair behind his ear. “One of many reasons, anyway.”

Perhaps Lan Xichen should have put a stop to things right there and then. It would have been the better course of action. But the warmth in Nie Huaisang's voice, but the way his eyes shined, but the slight blush on his face, but, but… 

If this was all a game, why shouldn't Lan Xichen play as well? The worst that could happen was Nie Huaisang getting uncomfortable if he was flirted with, and ending this fake engagement. The best that could happen… 

But there was no sense in dreaming of something that couldn't happen. It was enough to enjoy the moment, and pretend this was real.

“Now we need to tell people to save the date though,” Lan Xichen mused. “It's not that much time.”

“We're inviting guests?” Nie Huaisang said, frowning. “Really?” 

“We've put Mingjue and Wuxian as our witnesses. We need to have them there at least. I'd like to have my brother there too, of course. I'll text him right away… No, wait, it'll get lost in all those messages he gets from Wuxian. I'll post on facebook, he's sure to see it there.”

As he pulled out his phone and opened the app, Lan Xichen caught a glance of Nie Huaisang staring at him with a conflicted expression. Without needing to ask, Lan Xichen knew he had just managed to surprise him again, enough so that Lan Xichen had typed his message and their order had arrived before Nie Huaisang was recovered enough to speak.

“Who else should be there?” he asked, failing to sound as calm as he must have wished. 

“Maybe Jiang Cheng? You've known him as long as Wei Wuxian, it'd be rude to not invite him. And on my side… I can't think of anyone. Aside from Mingjue, I don't really have friends.”

“A-Yao did a good job of isolating you,” Nie Huaisang grumbled. “He's good at that. But then there's family. Your uncle… Does he know you're gay?” 

“Yes. I came out to him when I was a teen and he took it… Better than I would have expected, although I can't say he was thrilled either. We've never really spoken of it since then.”

“I'm surprised you even told him at all,” Nie Huaisang retorted as he took a picture of his plate. “Bottling things up is more your usual style.”

“I wasn't going to,” Lan Xichen confessed, embarrassed that Nie Huaisang had guessed the truth. “But then Wangji came out to me, and he was really determined to tell shufu, so I asked him to let me test the waters first. I was sixteen, old enough to manage on my own if things didn't go well, but Wangji was just fourteen.”

Looking up from his phone, Nie Huaisang stared again. For the second time in a short period, Lan Xichen felt he had surprised him, although this time without meaning to. 

“I didn't know that.” 

“I've never told anyone, not even Mingjue,” Lan Xichen explained with a chuckle. “I was so terrified beforehand, but once it was over I just felt stupid for doubting shufu. He has many faults, but I think even at his angriest he wouldn't hurt us. But of course, I only know that now because I realised it that day…”

“I get it. It was like that too when I decided to tell Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang replied with a laugh. “I was half convinced he’d beat me up and tell dad to kick me out. He’s not like that, but… you can never be sure until you’ve done it, right?” he laughed again, more nervously. “You never know how someone will react to something until they’re in that position.”

He took a nervous sip from his cocktail, half emptying the glass.

“I wouldn’t have expected you to say that, mister nobody-can-surprise-me,” Lan Xichen said.

“Yeah, well, I’ve been losing my touch with that,” Nie Huaisang grumbled, pouting so cutely that it was hard to say if he was truly upset or just playing it up for a laugh. “Lan-gege has been very rude to me, really.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” Lan Xichen promised, only to see something akin to hunger shine in Nie Huaisang’s gaze.

He blinked and the hunger was gone, but the memory of it wouldn’t easily be forgotten.

“I wonder how you’ll do that,” Nie Huaisang said, light and flirty.

It was tempting, so tempting… a dozen salacious ideas raced through Lan Xichen’s mind. If they had been truly engaged, if Nie Huaisang had wanted him instead of seeing him as a game to pass time…

But saying anything of that sort might have been pushing their game too far. The goal wasn’t to fully repulse Nie Huaisang. If at the end of this their friendship suffered, Lan Xichen would have lost more than a bet.

“I’ll pay for lunch, first of all,” he announced. “And then we can go to that boba place you like.”

If Lan Xichen hadn’t known any better, he would have said Nie Huaisang was disappointed by that answer. Before he could try to offer anything better, though, Nie Huaisang was smiling again, and demanded they instead try another place for dessert, somewhere that made elaborate crepes and which he’d wanted to cover in a video anyway.

Lan Xichen agreed, naturally.

He didn’t think he could have refused anything Nie Huaisang wanted at that point.

[woodle-isbae]

Pt 2 of Freudian ?

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Freudian pt.2

Tayo "Tazer" Amusan x black!fem!reader

Contains: swearing , smut with plot , can be read separately, Tayo becomes a bully near the end , unprotected sex , links , loverboy!Tayo , Fluff in the start and end

A/N: I love writing for Tayo omg but this Fandom needs more fics for him (and the rest) 😮‍💨---(p/c) = preferred colour//between gold or silver

You woke up to the smell of suger and loud banging of bowls in the kitchen. Stretching and getting out of bed , strolling down to be met with a kitchen covered in flower , the container that held it open on the floor and Tayo standing there shocked at what happened , covered head to toe in a white powder

"I don't even know how it happened"

"I'll get the cleaning supplies.."

You wandered of into the apartment , comming back with the supplies needed to clean up. Handing them over to him to clean up while you sorted the things back in place.

"It was ment to be a surprise"

You giggled at him , able to tell the sadness in his voice at how you woke up right as he was going to start. Hands cupping at his cheeks and giving a light kiss to his nose.

"I was surprised, not you how wanted it to be..but it still surprised me"

He huffed at your words , smiling a bit while avoiding your eyes. He turned back to kiss you and hold you by the waist , swinging side to side trying not to giggle into the kiss.

"What're you even trying to make.??"

"I was gonna make you some pancakes wit' fruit"

"Huh..cooking isnt your power"

"Haha." Sarcasm

You laughed at him while he held back a smile , eventually giving up and watching you laugh at the joke you made

"Y'know , we could just order something for breakfast?"

"Are you sure? Wouldn't it be more fun to cook?"

"It would be more fun to eat something , with my boyfriend and my apartment not on fire"

He gave you a wide grin at the word 'boyfriend' , almost as if it was the first time you guys began dating again. Picking you up from the floor and placing you onto the counter with a longing kiss.

"What's this for?"

You cupped the cheeks of his face , confused at the sudden affection you were being showered with.

"I'm your boyfriend..can't I just kiss my Girlfriend?"

"Okay then-?"

You let him nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck while you ordered the breakfast. You decided to make some plans for the evening.

A knock at your door telling you that your order has arrived , Tayo offering to fetch the food while you set up the table. You guys began eating , telling stories and catching up.

"We should go out to eat..tonight."

"Oh? Feeling fancy?"

"Yeah , and I wanna make a proper apology"

"Tayo..your being too sweet , honestly I'd take anything as long as I'm with you."

"But , you deserve everything , I'll be sure you get it..as long as your with me."

His words had your heart fluttering , cheeks heating up and your face scrunched into a toothy smile that you tried to suppress. Continuing your late breakfast together before cleaning up and getting washed.

Tayo had left after he helped with the dishes , saying he needs to get ready for tonight , and informing you to be ready by 8pm.

You had gotten dressed , putting on a simple but classy outfit for the evening and did your hair nicely along with makeup. Getting your purse while answering the door to be met with your Boyfriend.

He wore a white Tee and black slacks , his hair freshly cut. A Gift bag with some roses and other treats inside had been in his hand.

"What's this for?"

"My Girlfriend..have you seen her?"

"Think so , what's she look like?"

"Uhh , pretty , really smart and did I mention pretty?"

You both burst into giggles , falling into a tight bear hug and sharing a longing kiss. Locking up and heading out to explore the night. Your journey ended up in a little park with a blanket set out on the Grass , a basket and lit candles with roses around.

"All this for me , I must be that special"

"You are that special and more"

He guided you towards the blanket , sitting down next to you. You both spoke , talking about stuff that had recently happened or how beautiful the night sky is today. Feeding eachother the snacks and fruits that were placed in the basket , doing tricks and laughing when they failed.

After a while you guys had packed away and began your way back to Your apartment.

"Anything else you have in store for tonight?"

"Mabye..mabye not..who knows"

The excitement of the surprise had your stomach twirling , wondering what else he could do to top of what he did tonight.

Unlocking the door and getting inside he led you towards your bedroom , weirdly there were candles and roses placed around the room and soft Music playing in the back. A Box sat in the middle of roses made into a heart shape on the bed.

"Oh my gosh? Tayoo"

"Open it"

You felt so loved , tears swelling in your eyes when you walked closer to the bed , sitting down to grab the box. You looked up to him before looking down to the box , opening it to two necklaces. One had your initial and the other had his. There was also a little note atop of the Diamond chains

'I hope you like the gift , spent the whole day getting everything ready just for you..by the time your ready this , you'll be getting your final gift of the Night - Tayo ♡'

"Tayooo , this is so kind..ugh I love you!"

"Well it's obvious I love you more"

You rolled your eyes at his joke and opened your arms for him to go into , he fell onto you with a content sigh and kissed you all over your face down to your neck and all the way to your hand.

"What's the final gift huh?"

"Well.."

He trailed off , climbing onto the middle of the bed and pulling you towards him , having you straddle his lap while he removed his shirt , keeping eye contact with you as he made these achingly slow movements

"It's just a simple performance before the real show"

He took the necklace with your initial on , placing it around his neck , the silver glistening against his dark skin , a sharp contrast that had you mesmerized by his beauty.

"I think it's your turn"

He turned you over , your back facing him ,he brushed his hand over the back of your neck before taking the (p/c) chain. He gently hooked it around your neck , hooking it around and placing it properly, his touch lingering for a while against your lower neck. Moving down to your back and around your waist , you could feel his face just inches away from the crook of your neck.

Arching back your head , your eyes meeting for a split second , turning your head the other direction when he began moving his closer to yours. You began laughing when he sighed into a laugh , he grabbed your waist and stuffed his face into the crook of your neck , feeling the soft kisses he placed along your shoulder.

"Is this part of the performance?"

"Night's not young...had to skip that"

You got up off him , rolling onto your stomach and slightly turning your head to face him. A sly smirk displayed across your face as your eyes pan from him to behind you.

"Do you have a plan on how to start or are you depending on fate?"

"Very funny , and I do..you'll really love it."

He climbed over you , kissing at your neck and down your back , slowly sliding the bottom of your dress up and over your waist. Wasting no time to remove the panties you had on , he kissed on your soft asscheeks , you began slipping the rest of your dress off of your body , leaving you exposed.

He turned you over , being met with your smiling face , his own emotions mirroring yours.

"What's so funny?"

"Your trying so hard to be serious!"

"You don't like that?"

"Noo , it's better we be ourselves, no seriousness and straight love-"

He cut you off with a kiss , his fingers fiddling with his belt and shirt buttons. Your own fingers tracing the back of his neck , your legs sat next to his torso. Pulling back from the kiss to catch some air , locking eyes for a moment before he gave you a sly smirk , his body lowered down until he came face to face with your pussy.

"Let's get you ready?"

He placed soft kisses on your lips , his tongue grazing past your clit , he's teasing had your legs locked around his shoulders. Attempting to pull him closer to where you needed him most.

"Stop teasing me Tayo.."

Whining out his name when he finally locked his lips around your swollen clit , his face moving to get as much of your juices on his tongue. He held your shaky legs back , not wanting to be disturbed while he ate you up.

His tongue gliding in and out of your folds , groaning into you about how sweet you taste. He didn't hold back at all , getting drunk in your juices , completely forgetting about himself and solely on your pleasure mattered to him.

"Tay- oh fuck!- I'm gonna cu-"

Your moans were strained and choked out , you both becoming whining messes. His movements speeding up when it clocked what you said , he was determined to have you turned into cock drunk puddle by the end of the night.

Your legs fighting their way out of his grasp , locking around his head as your hips shook against his tongue , your whole body twitching while you tried to catch your breath. He placed a few kisses on your thighs , then to your clit , which caused you to shake more from sensitivity.

"Don't think that was it..there more"

The rasp in his voice was purely seductive, he shuffled back up , his face close to yours. Your eyes locking once again. His lips falling on yours , tongues dancing against eachother , your taste lingering on him.

Your legs locked around his waist as he slowly entered himself , he slid in easily with how well he prepped you. Groaning at the slick warmth he felt ingulfed his cock.

He lifted your legs up to your ears , putting you into a mating press , he slowly began thrusting and kissing at your calves. His pace quickening , each thrust sending a yelp out of your plump lips , your legs shaking from the overstimulation and stretch into your current position.

"I hope you like you gift-shit- specially just for you"

He whispered into your ear , licking at your earlobe. He pulled out of you , looking down at your clenching hole , he flipped you over and wasted no time in stuffing you full again with his cock.

His thrusts were hard and relentless, the sound of your heavy breathing and moans bounced off the walls , the smell of sex lingering on both your sweaty bodies.

"You lovin' your gift righ'now , huh?"

He knew the answer , you fucking loved it more than ever , but he also knew your too dazed to even comprehend the fact you came for the second time.

"T-Tayo..I love it...I fucking love this."

You formed those words through grace , your adoration just amplified his movements , he had your head shoved into the bed while he thrusted harshly into you. The way he whined into your ear told you that we was about to cum.

He gave a few more rough thrusts into you , bullying you into the mattress before he came , he stayed on top of you for a few second to catch his breath. Pulling out and speeding to get a cloth to clean you up with.

He got your bonnet and a night gown to dress you in for bed , along with some water and other things needed for your nightly routine. One everything was done he got into the bed with you , your head resting on his chest , listening to the way his heart beat and his breath comming out with each fall of his chest.

"I'm really glad you enjoyed my gifts"

"They weren't that bad , considering you.."

"Just leave it there and sleep"

He kissed his teeth and rolled his eyes , throwing his arm over you to switch the lamp off , kissing you goodnight and falling asleep in your embrace.