#which yes even if someone made a cake special for you

[caffedrine]

Rio Ortiz - The The Boundary of Touch(ing) - Event Summary

A big thank you to @candied-boys for providing a recording of the event.

This is a quick and dirty summary - if any other summary is made that contradicts this, they’re probably right and I’m wrong. But it’s still a fun ride.

One afternoon Emma and Rio are on break and are taking a moment to relax side by side. Suddenly, Rio takes out a small box and opens the lid. While he was out on inspections this morning, he had the chance to visit the cake shop Emma likes and bought their newest creation. Emma is excited and thanks Rio.

Oh, how cute is she? Rio wishes he was trained as a painter and could capture this moment. This is a loss on the national, nay, global scale.

Emma laughs, Rio is always dramatic. Besides, while she is happy for the cake, doesn’t she always smile for him?

Well, yes, but each of her smiles are unique and special! Right now, this smile is sweet and fluffy like the cake before them, and Rio feels like melting as he watches her. But, this morning, her smile was lively as the rising sun and . . .

Embarrassed, Emma cuts Rio off and thanks him for his praise. Oh, but this new expression is cute too . . . but yes, they should take a break and eat the cake. Rio begins to brew some tea leaves, and the aroma leaves Emma swooning. She praises Rio’s tea brewing skills, and Rio marvels over how she continues to make him happy.

The moment is interrupted by Silvio demanding Rio fix that creepy expression on his face. Emma jumps a little at his voice and when she looks at him, she sees Silvio looks worn out.

Rio complains about Silvio interrupting him, but Silvio continues; Rio has a guest to entertain.

Earlier, when Rio had accompanied Silvio on a business negotiation, he and Silvio’s client had hit it off over some strange topics. And now said client wants to speak with Rio again and is waiting patiently in the guest salon.

(Actually, this kind of sounds like a Silvio problem, not a Rio one)

Emma assures Rio that she understands, and besides, work is important. She is a little worried that Rio’s break time was interrupted, but she also wants to support him in his work.

Rio takes Emma’s hand and presses something into it before kissing its back. He tells her that this should go well with the tea, and leaves. Emma opens her hand to find a very cute rose-shaped sugar candy. She smiles at Rio’s thoughtfulness as Silvio sighs.

Silvio complains that Emma is now grinning like a lunatic. Diplomatically Emma apologizes and offers to pour Silvio a cup of the tea Rio brewed. Silvio accepts and after swallowing, admits that the tea is not absolutely terrible. Which, in Silvio speak, is high praise.

Emma notes that Rio is amazing at brewing tea, he has spent a lot of time doing it just the way she likes, like the perfect, nice, fiancé that he-

Silvio cuts her off, listening to her is making the tea taste bad. In fact, he’s surprised that she’s been able to endure Rio all this long, he’s been even more annoying than normal recently.

Emma disagrees, if anything, she feels lucky to be with Rio.

Silvio points out that everyone has boundaries, and excessive attention, even from someone you love, can be a nuisance. Not that he’s telling her how to feel, but this is a general observation.

But, hasn’t there been a time when Emma was tired and Rio fussed over her too much, making her even more tired?

Come to think of it . . .

*Flashback time*

Rio gushes over Emma’s body, noting that every part of it is beautiful. But, he thinks he found a tense spot and asks if he could help Emma with it. He begins to massage Emma’s neck, and she marvels over how skilled he is.

Rio praises Emma for working so hard and promises to help her relax. Emma thanks him but asks if this isn’t too much and if Rio isn’t tired as well.

Rio insists that he is fine, just touching her makes him feel good. Besides, he loves touching her, all over her cute body.

*Flashback End*

Thinking about it now, Rio just doesn’t convey his feelings, he conveys them in a way that supports her. Oh, no, has she just been taking advantage of him all this time?

Silvio groans, he’s had enough and will go back to work. Later he’ll properly thank her for the ‘not horrible’ tea. Standing up, he leaves the room.

Left alone, Emma sips the tea Rio brewed for her and eats the cake Rio bought for her, lost in thought.

She is confident that she knows Rio better than anyone else, just as he understands her. But can she convey her love just as supportive as Rio can? But if she could, Rio would be so happy!

That’s it! She just needs to find a way, and doubtlessly Rio would be happier than ever.

Though she should take Silvio’s warnings into account, Rio has his own boundaries, and she honestly has no idea what they could be. She needs to figure out what is safe and what crosses the line.

Later, after they both finished their work, Rio and Emma are lying side by side in bed, chatting happily. Emma thanks Rio for the tea and cake, they were perfect. Rio is happy that Emma enjoyed it, and thanks to the time spent with her earlier, the impromptu meeting with Silvio’s ‘guest’ went well.

Of course, Rio had been kept busy up until now, and Emma can imagine how tired he is. This is an opportunity for her to help relieve his fatigue. She gently takes Rio’s hand in both of hers, and he asks what she’s doing.

Emma explains that she loves it when Rio does this to her, so if she does it to him, he should like it too. After working all day today, she wants to heal him.

Oh, but just seeing her heals Rio. If she goes much farther, he’s going to have enough energy to run over a hundred laps around the castle. Emma laughs and tells Rio to lay down on his stomach, she wants to massage him next.

Of course Rio is happy with attention, but isn’t Emma tired too? Wouldn’t she rather he massage her? Rio recalls mentioning before that just touching her heals him.

No, Emma wants to do this for him. Plus, she enjoys touching him too.

Oh, that loving smile is the end of Rio. They should find a way to bottle it up, it’s the perfect panacea for any ailment, and they’d be the best doctors on the continent.

Okay, but before that, the massage. Sitting up, Emma guides Rio face down and gently touches him, working at easing the tension in his neck.

Wow, Emma’s massage is enough for Rio to float up to heaven. But if he went there, he’d miss out on this massage, and wouldn’t be able to taste this happiness. No, he should stay on earth if only to savor this sensation further.

Emma laughs, Rio is as dramatic as ever. But he is also very tense, and she thanks Rio for working as hard.

As far as boundaries go, Rio seems happy, so this massage is on her checklist as ‘safe’.

Emma begins to praise Rio, while she loves it when they can work together, she wants to brag about how amazing he is when he performs higher tasks.

Oh, now she’s done it. Rio is so energized, forget about running around the castle, he wants to dive into the sea and swim laps around the continent.

Okay, so praise is safe. To wrap it up, Emma leans down and kisses the nape of Rio’s now relaxed neck. Rio gasps and shoots up, and Emma is taken aback. She apologizes, explaining that she was trying to express her affection and didn’t mean to go too far.

Rio hugs her tightly and then pushes her down on the bed. There was nothing Emma could do to him that he wouldn’t like. He was just a little overstimulated with that kiss, but he did like it.

Okay, how about she massage other areas and finish with a kiss? Rio looks happy, and Emma adds that she was very careful not to leave behind a kiss mark, but since the rest of his body would normally be covered by clothes, she could leave a mark there.

A kiss mark? Oh, but if only Rio could figure out a way to make such a mark permanent.

Probably impossible. Well, Rio should take off his clothes so Emma can get at him. Hiding her embarrassment, she helps Rio undress before guiding him back to lie down on the bed. She works on his arms, his shoulders, and his waist. As promised, she leaves behind a prominent kiss mark. It’s embarrassing to do it, but Rio seems happy.

Afterward, Rio lets out a long thin breath. Emma asks if it feels good, and Rio admits that it does, but he must now apologize. Rio pulls her down, pinning her to the bed, and apologizes for not being able to hold back any longer.

Emma is happy enough with the turn of events, and admits that she was worried that being this bold would be a bother to him. Gazing into Rio’s eyes, she initiates a kiss.

Rio’s response is an intense, deep kiss that Emma grows lost in. Her consciousness blurs into white and she can think of nothing other than Rio.

Rio tells her that there’s nothing that she can do to him that he wouldn’t love. Everything she does heals something inside him. He then covers her in a storm of kisses.

The next morning finds them on a holiday together, and Emma takes the opportunity to visit the town with Rio.

Emma marvels over how beautiful Rio’s hair is, sparkling under the sun. With Rio’s permission, Emma strokes it, feeling its smoothness. Rio assures Emma that right now, her smile is far more radiant than his hair could be. It’s beautiful and precious, almost otherworldly.

Emma points out a nearby shop that she wants to visit. She and Rio are fine with holding hands, but how do they handle linking arms?

Rio is delighted with this closeness, and his feelings make the town even more beautiful.

They share a parfait, and the dog-shaped cookie reminds Emma of Rio, so she kisses it. Rio moans that they should hurry back to the castle so he can kiss her for real.

Emma tried a variety of things throughout the day, and thinks she was successful at making Rio happy. At the end of their date, Rio thanks Emma for the day, and Emma is delighted.

She also considers Rio – she has yet to figure out his boundaries. If there aren’t any when he’s tired or when they’re in public, then where are they? Or maybe Rio has no boundaries when it comes to her? But still, Emma decides to experiment until she is satisfied.

Days pass, and one day, Rio has to go to a distant town and stay the night.

The day without Rio is tough, and the next day has Emma waiting for him while sitting on his bed, picturing his smile.  She imagines Rio must feel the same way, and would probably let her do anything she wanted to him. Today would not be a fruitful day for exploring his boundaries.

Just as she considers it, Rio opens the door to his room, and cheers at the sight of Emma waiting for him. They hug each other and admit to thinking about each other the entire day. Rio admits that he was starting to hallucinate seeing Emma, but they held no candle to the real one. Emma didn’t go so far as to hallucinate, but she did miss Rio a bunch and wants him now.

Emma kisses Rio, who enthusiastically responds. Soon Rio has Emma under him on the bed, but before they go further, Rio wants to talk. He’s noticed that she’s been experimenting with him, touching him then staring at him to see his reaction.

Of course, Rio approves of this scientific method.

Emma finally admits and explains that she’s trying to figure out their boundaries. Yep, that makes sense, but unfortunately, when it comes to Emma, Rio has no boundaries. He wants anything and everything she gives him.

Then again, Emma did come close to a different kind of boundary. Rio thought she was testing the limits of his sanity, how far she could push him before he snapped and went feral for her. But, at the time, Emma didn’t seem to want to have sex, so Rio was desperately holding himself back. Well, admittedly he did slip up a couple of times.

And that last time, when Emma told him she wanted him . . .

Rio buries his face in Emma’s neck, kissing her bare skin again and again. Rio is done holding back, and doesn’t think she’ll get any sleep tonight.

Well, this experiment hasn’t been a total wash. Besides, Emma learned how far she can push Rio, and how she can take away his sense of reason. As Rio begins to slide off her clothes, she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him close enough to kiss.

Rio slides his hand down her and into her, until Emma is at her limit. Then Rio begins to merge their bodies together. Emma tells him that the more he gives her, the more she wants to take.

The next morning, Emma sleeps in and then enjoys tea and baked goods with Rio. Now that they’re both feeling saner, Rio is wondering what prompted Emma’s series of tests.

Well, it started with Silvio . . .

After hearing the story, Rio complains that Silvio is always stirring shit. Emma defends him, after all, he gave her the idea to switch up how she expresses her love to Rio.

Oh, but he’s not consciously switching up the way he expresses his love. He just thinks of something he wants to do and does it without holding back.

Huh, that makes sense. And on that note, Emma decides that she shouldn’t hold back either. Rio groans, he could die from this cuteness.

Silvio may have said that there were limits to expressing love, but for Emma and Rio, their love is limitless.

[ace-and-ranty]

Just saw a Brazilian YouTuber coping a shorts, like, almost word-by-word from Colleen Christensen. I've seen enough of Colleen's shorts to recognize the style right away, but as I kept watching I realized she had straight up just translated and recreated one of her entire shorts, beginning to end.

Aaannnddd then I got served another of the copycat's videos, and it was some nonsense about how she didn't feel like "downing 400 calories for a slice of cake right now".

Oh yes. Calorie counting. A staple of intuitive eating everywhere.

[islandtarochips]

Farmer!Ghost x Female!Reader

Arhtur's Note: I apologize for taking so long to post this everyone. It takes a while for me to find a good story to it and I was busy helping out with my family and work. So I hope this is worth the wait. Let me know if I miss anything or which part that doesn't make sense and I'll re-edit quickly! Thank you so much for your patience! And also, I have added the names of you guys having two friends. Just in case you get mixed if you thought they were part of the COD universe. Thank you! And enjoy!

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Halloween is tonight and everyone in town is busy preparing for this fun event. The mayor in town had already planned on making the best Halloween Festival YET!

There will be some foods, drinks, games, fun rides-

EVERYTHING that is on the list. And you were quite excited!

You even volunteered to help out with the food vendor. Along with your friends as well.

You were in charge of the food as you made sure that the orders will be delivered on that exact date in time. And you also offered your own cooking and baking for the little kids. The leaders of the committees agreed to it and will send someone to deliver EVERYTHING that you needed for the food preparation.

Which you don’t mind. So you and your friends are at the big hall, in the kitchen, busy cooking.

“This is SO exciting!” One of your friends said in a chirpy tone while putting the pans of cupcakes and a pan of cake into the oven. “This will be the BEST festival yet!”

The other friend of yours nodded as she agreed. “Yeah! And hopefully it’ll be better than LAST year.”

You just smiled at your two friends, who are named Rebecca and Sally, talking about the festival. You started to cook some nice meals for the special events before giving a taste test.

“Hey, what are you gonna wear for Halloween? I’m going to be that sexy vampire!”

“Mine is just being a witch. I’m also bringing that big cauldron for apple bobbing!”

You gave them a smile before hearing them asking you what you’re going to wear. You shook your head as you went back to cooking. “I don’t have anything to wear for the festival. Just casual clothes.”

“WHAT?!?” The two friends of yours had made that horror expression as if they received the news of someone DYING.

Rebecca had started to walk over to you as she stood next to you. “What do you mean you have nothing to wear for the festival? Come on! It’ll be so cool and cute of you wearing SOMETHING!”

You just shrugged at them. “I wanted to. Really. But to tell you the truth. I didn’t have time to look for one. I was SO busy getting everything ready before tonight. So for this year only, I’m not gonna wear anything.”

The two best friends looked at each other before looking back at you with an unsatisfying look.

Sally had walked up towards you before gently taking your cooking ware away from your hands. Which you looked at her with a confusing look.

“Girl! You can’t just leave us hanging with the costume! We’ll help you to get one!”

The other one nodded with agreement as she smiled at you. “Yeah! You can worry about the food while the two of us find you a GOOD looking outfit!”

You shook your head as a small smile appeared on your lips. “No no no. It’s okay. I’ll just pass this year. Promise. I know how much you girls wanted all of us three dressing up! But please understand that I’ve been busy preparing all of this.”

The two girls pouted but sigh in defeat when you bring up your reason.

Rebecca shrugged a bit. “Fine. But NEXT year, if you’re busy then let us know. We can help you pick your outfit!”

Sally nodded in agreement. “Yes! Promise us that!”

You just giggled but agreed with the girls. “Promise!”

While the three of you continued cooking and baking, you heard a knock from the entrance in the front door.

“Special delivery!” A heavy Scottish accent called out through the door.

You walked over to open it and saw it was a young man. He seems to look like in his late 20s and has a mohawk on his head. Wait, a mohawk?

“Good day to ye, lass! Here to drop off these boxes of flour, butter, some seasoning and some fruits? Are you the one who orderit?” He asked with a genuine smile as you smiled back at him.

You nodded in response before stepping aside. “Yes! You can go ahead, bring it in and head to the back. The kitchen is right in there.”

He nodded before walking in. And then you saw someone else followed behind him with another box in hand. Another young man who has a cap on his head with a UK flag on it. He also looks like in his late 20s. The man gave his charming smile to you as he nodded in greetings.

“Ma’am.”

You smiled and nodded back before watching him following the man who was in front.

And then to your surprise, you saw another man. A man who is taller than the first two that came in. A brown short hair, with brown eyes and is also wearing a black mask covering his mouth and nose. He looked down on you, seeing you with quite a surprising look.

“Madame.” His deep British accent had softly gone through your ears. As you weren’t expecting to hear that kind of tone.

You slowly nodded at him and watched him pass by as he followed the other two into the kitchen. You quickly follow as well before peeking inside to see your two best friends are talking with the two boys. It seems like that man with a mohawk was flirting with Sally while the man in the cap was just talking with Rebecca.

You just smiled a bit to see them getting along so quickly. So you stepped inside as you saw the tall man putting the boxes down on the floor. You were staring at him for a bit as you took a good look at him.

He stood up and looked at his buddies as he started to tell them to stop flirting.

You smiled a bit to see the two boys were just being embarrassed of how that dark brown hair man was calling them off. Before you noticed him looking in your way.

“Sorry ‘bout those two. They can be VERY addicted to seeing pretty ladies. Mostly my very dumb friend named Johnny over there.” He said as he pointed at the guy with a mohawk behind him.

You giggled to hear the mohawk man calling out to him.

“OI! I am NOT dumb!”

“You are. With your LAME pick up line.”

“Like you can do any better, Si?”

“I can do 10 times BETTER than your corny ass line.”

You couldn’t help but giggle so much and even your two friends also started giggling and laughing with you. While the man with the cap just sighs and shakes his head before walking over to stop the two.

“Hey hey hey! Not in front of the ladies. That’s a very bad first impression AND bad luck, you know?” He turned to face you and your friends as he started to rub behind his head. “Apologies ladies, we’ll be heading out now.”

Rebecca looked saddened all of a sudden when he said that. “Aaaaw…already?”

He smiled a bit at her and nodded. “Yeah. We still got more deliveries to take care of.”

The two girls looked sad to hear that they’re going to leave. Until that man named Johnny had an idea.

“Hey! I know that we just met. But the boys and I are free tonight. Do you want to join us?”

You glanced to see the girls were looking excited as you smiled a bit. So you looked at him and shook your head. “Sorry. I’m a bit busy tonight since I’ll be serving the food.” Then you started to walk towards your girlfriends as you placed both of your arms around their shoulders each. “Buuuuuuuut my friends are available tonight. Right girls?”

The two ladies looked at you in shock as you had lost your MIND.

“Uuuh…WHAT are you doing?” Sally whispers to you.

“Yeah, don’t you need our help? There will be LOTS of people coming to your booth.” Rebecca also whispered to you as she agreed with her friend.

Which she is not wrong. Yes, there will be BUNCH of people coming over for food but you handle this before. You're sure that you’re okay with this and it is fine for your two friends to have some fun!

So you started to whisper to them back. “Don’t worry! I got this! You two can go ahead and CHARM your way with these boys while I’ll handle the booth.” You gave them a reassuring smile and a wink. “I’ll be fine. Promise.”

The two girls looked at each other again but with more worried looks on their faces. As they could see your warm smile, telling them that it’s alright, they finally gave in and turned to look at the boys.

“Yeah! We’re available!” Sally said as she smiled at Johnny.

The mohawk man smiled at her with glee. “Awesome! We’ll see you tonight at…?”

You raised your hand a bit. “Our booth will be next to the Ferris Wheel! You’ll meet them there!”

The man with the cap nodded and smiled at them. “Alright then, we’ll be there and…are you sure you don’t want to come?” He asked you as you can see that he’s feeling a bit bad.

You nodded as you gave him a thumbs up. “Sure I’m sure! Someone HAS to take care of the food booth!”

He smiled a bit as he nodded and tipped his cap. “Alright then and also, I apologize for not introducing ourselves. I’m Kyle. Kyle Garrick. But most of them call me Gaz.” Then he put his arm around his friend’s shoulders before patting his chest. “This is John MacTavish.”

He nodded at you and the girls. “You can call me, Soap.”

Sally snickered when she heard that name. “Soap? Why do they call you that?”

“Aye, cause I cleaned up nicely.” He said with a wink.

“Not with your room you’re not.” The tall man with the mask had said while rolling his eyes.

“OI! WHY DO YOU ALWAYS CRITICIZE ME WHENEVER I TRY TO TALK TO A LASS?!?”

“Just trying to save her from going out with a dumb Scots like you.”

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING DUMB?!?”

Everyone started to laugh before settling down as the girls introduced themselves to them before exchanging phone numbers with the two boys. But your eyes had caught onto the tall man who was just looking at the four.

You slowly crossed your arms while rocking back and forth a little on your feet. Before looking at him. “So um…what’s YOUR name?”

He glanced down at you. Looking at you for a good minute before he looked back at his friends and yours. “Simon. Simon Riley.”

“Are you also dressing up for tonight?”

He shook his head. “Not into these Halloween things. Just want to walk around the festival. So I don’t think I’ll be going with those guys. Might make me a 5th wheel with them.” You giggled at that last response. “Ah. I see. Well, if you want. You can hang out with me at the food booth if you’re not going with them. Buuuuut I might be busy.”

He shrugged a bit as he looked at you with his brown eyes. “I don’t mind.”

You couldn’t help but find his eyes a bit intimidating but yet quite kind at the same time.

So they all agreed that they’ll meet at the food booth.

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Tonight is the night of Halloween. And every child in town is running around, taking a look at these fun events. Along with their friends and families.

While you and the girls on the other hand were REALLY busy selling those goodies that you guys have made. Everyone really enjoys your cooking and baking goods. Not a single person has been missed with their orders.

After a few while, the crowds had started to die down a bit. Which you three had FINALLY taken a break for a while.

“Damn…It almost feels like you have put a magic charm on these foods! I mean, did you SEE how many people just came?” Rebecca, who is dressed as a Witch, said with an exhaustion tone in her voice as she leaned back against the counter.

“I KNOW! Fuck man…what is your secret recipe though?” Sally, who is dressed as a Vampire, asked as she looked at you. “The whole TOWN can’t stop buying these!”

You smiled tiredly as you giggled lightly from your friend's compliment. “Well, I do want the people to ENJOY it. And it’s no secret at all! Just a bit of love and viola!”

The two girls just look at each other with an unamused look and look back at you while crossing their arms.

“Bullshits.” They said in unison before laughing with you.

Then you noticed the three boys that you’ve met earlier this morning had walked over.

“Good evening ladies. Don’t you look extravagant.” Kyle, who is dressed up as a wizard, said with a smile to see the three of you. Before he looked over to Rebecca seeing that she’s a Witch. “Ah. I see that you’re ALSO a magical person here.”

Rebecca just giggled. “Indeed I am, my pretty! But we ALL know that a Witch has the powerful potential of cursing anyone in her path!” Saying in her witch voice as she cackled with laughter.

The two just laughed at this.

Soap, who dressed up as a werewolf, then just smirked to see Sally in her Vampire costume. “Awooo~ A vampire is ya?~ Micht wanna be careful with me, lass. Ye know how vampire an werewolf are~”

Sally smirked back at this Scottish werewolf man before leaning in as she poke his chest. “Oh I know~ And I’ll take the risk~”

You rolled your eyes as you saw the two flirting before seeing Simon looking at you. You smiled at him before waving at him softly seeing him just wearing his black hoodie and blue jeans with shoes on.

He waved back a bit before seeing Gaz was nudging his arm. He just rolled his eyes seeing his smirk before walking up to you. He took a look around your booth before leaning on the counter. “Not too shabby. How’s the business going?”

You just smiled while still prepping the food and desserts into the display case. “It went VERY well. And I see you’re not wearing anything?”

“Like I said, not into these Halloween things.”

Before you two continued to talk, you felt a hand on your shoulder as you saw it was Rebecca.

“Okay! We’re gonna go! Now, are you SURE you can handle this? We can still stay.”

You nodded at her before touching her hand. “I’ll be okay. Besides, I have my extra helper over here!” You pointed at Simon.

Your friend saw him nodding at her as she smiled a bit before calling out to him. “Try to help her out will ya?”

Simon just nodded as a response and gave a thumbs up.

Soon the four already walked away. Leaving only you and Simon alone. The two of you don't talk much except just making and selling your food. 

Simon was busy mixing the batter before taking a glance at you. You were just giving out some candies to the trick-or-treaters and handing them a bag of goodies. Seeing your sweet smile had really caught his eyes for some reason.

Why does he feel that towards you? You two just met and he also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable either. He looked back at what he was doing before you finished giving the kids their treats.

You had started to bring out another tray of desserts before looking at Simon. “Hey, you wanna taste this?”

The tall man looked at your direction, seeing you showing the cupcake in your hand. He stopped what he was doing and started to walk over to you. You watched him take it as he pulled his mask down a bit before he took a bite. You were curious about why he was wearing that mask but judging by how quiet he was. You know that he doesn’t want to talk about it which you understand.

“So? How was it?” You asked him with a warm smile feeling excited of how he’ll respond to your baking expertise. But you saw him paused for a moment and he just withdrew the cupcake away from his lips as he stared at it for a bit. “Simon?”

He kept staring at the cupcake for a while as if something had made him feel...familiarize with this dessert. Soon he snapped out when you gently touched his arm. You gave him a worried look as he cleared his throat and pulled his mask back up. “Sorry, your cupcake is delicious. I bet the REST of your desserts are wonderful as well.”

You slowly nodded as you appreciated his words but you still felt a bit concerned for him. “Thank you…but are you alright, Simon?”

The British man was silenced as he kept staring at the cupcake before putting it down. “I’m alright. Just…remembered something.”

“Oh? What is it that you remembered?”

Simon was just looking at you with a loud silence between the both of you. The sound of people chattering and the children’s laughter had clouded out of your hearings. You know something that he wanted to share but is too afraid to even speak. So you just slowly walked over and stood in front of this man.

“Simon?”

“......I don’t want to bore you. And also, it’s just a burden that I have to carry.”

“Do you…wish to talk about it?”

“...No.”

You just gave him a small reassuring smile before taking his cupcake and gave it to him. “Then we don’t have to talk about it. Since I know we just met but I am here to listen.”

Simon had seen you handing his cupcake as he accepted and just stared at it. He sighed before starting to speak. “Your cooking…reminded me of someone that I know so close.”

You just nodded to let him continue.

“She had always made me great treats and it was…delicious.” He said softly before pulling his mask down again and took another bite from the cupcake. He proceeds on talking with you. “That’s all I could tell you. The rest…it’s for me to bear.”

You understood what he was saying and that last sentence had made you feel even MORE sympathy for him. “Of course, I understand. But…it will be better for you to let something out of your chest.” Then you place your hand on his back as you could see him looking at you with his brown eyes.

Damn. You can’t even help but to feel mesmerized by his brown eyes. You cleared your throat as you glanced away. “IF you’re ready to talk about it I mean.”

The two of you were just standing there in silence before you saw Simon was just staring at the cupcake. You then had an idea as you grabbed another cupcake for yourself.

“Hey, I’ll make you a deal. It’s not that kind of deal of you TALKING your problems to me.”

You saw that you caught his attention when he looked at you again.

“And that is what?”

“I can make you any kind of treats or food that someone of yours can make. IF you helped me to make some great buffet for thanksgiving next month.”

Simon just blinked at you when he listened to your offer. He started to chuckle deeply. “Oh love, I don’t know if your cooking skills are HALF as good as someone that I know of.”

You huffed as you crossed your arms. You’re going to make him EAT those words. “I can! And I will! Would you accept these deals?” You started to extend your hands towards him to shake on.

He looked at your hand and then looked at your eyes. He could see that you’re determined to make this for him. He sighed and reached his hand out and shook on yours. “Deal.”

You smiled as you nodded at him. “Alright then! Shall we begin discussing the food that you require?”

THE END

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Do NOT Let Him Cook (Morningstar!Ithaqua×Reader)

AN: Happy White Day! I'm probably not posting more than this and the other fic I was supposed to post Valentine's Day (which, as you can see, I failed in doing) for March. I will, however, be posting a little more in April cause that is my birthday month! Expect a few indulgent fics. This fic is honestly just crack, so if you need something silly and sweet, here we are! Genuinely, do not let this man cook. Word count: 2.2k words Summary: It's White Day, a day of reciprocated love. Of course, Helel has to give you something in return for your wonderful Valentine's gift. Now, if only he could figure out how he turned a tart into a fruity croissant...

There were very few things Helel feared. The first, of course, was you. He held your heart in his hands as you did too, yes, but no one could get him to obey them quite like you could. It was loyalty, it was devotion, one reciprocated through blood and love. To possess such power over him is somewhat of a marvel, something to fear, even just a little.

The second was your death, the thought of you leaving his side forever. He'd tear apart the world, commit sacrilege in the holiest places, and declare war upon the gods before he'd let someone take you from him. Still, he cannot control plagues, time, or the hostility within the hearts of humans. Life is delicate, even Helel cannot deny that.

The third thing he feared, Helel learned, was baking.

It seems simple enough, really. Chuck a few ingredients in, mix it, then toss it in an oven. Easy, right? Looking around him now, with smoke billowing off the charred tray (and wow, he didn't know metal could burn like that), Helel was completely at a loss.

"Ah, these don't seem quite right." He muttered, scratching his cheek. All Helel wanted was to give you something in return for your Valentine's gift, something special. He had consulted many people, even asking some of the prisoners, as odd as that sounded.

Most didn't give any good responses, only saying "please let me go" or "you're going to pay for this." Terrible advice, really. Not even on topic, either, but it could be worse, he supposed. So, he went to ask his favorite person to bother.

"For the love of- just make them cookies or something!" Nebuchadnezzar had exclaimed, absolutely done with Helel's ramblings. He looked about ready to chew his tongue off so he could finally know peace again. At least death wouldn't ramble about their lover for 15 hours straight.

It had been a decent suggestion, so Helel had taken it. Perhaps he shouldn't have, considering the disaster that was most of his creations.

The counters were covered in flour, the fine powder dusting the area like snow. Splatters of batter, egg, and butter painted some places like abstract art. The worst place of all, funnily enough, was the table. It was completely clean, presenting only a few delectable looking treats.

Sadly, they were not exactly what they were made to be. Somehow, Helel had managed to make bread instead of cake, a croissant instead of a tart, and now small bricks instead of cookies. He carefully tapped one against the counter, wincing as the wood chipped under the force. The cookie, however, was fine.

'I... can't give them this.'

Helel smiled awkwardly, wanting nothing but to slam his face against a wall. He had thought "it couldn't be that hard!" and look at him now. It was pathetic, to the point he genuinely considered just asking a servant to make something instead. However, that's literally something he could do any other day. It didn't carry the significance he'd want it to.

You had given him the head of the rebellion's leader, which most would find horrifying but he found terribly romantic. The best Valentine's gift, truly. Sure, he couldn't give you something of equal value, but he could try and match the sentiment. Helel knew you loved effort and thought, so he would do his best to give you something of that in equal measure.

So, he couldn't give up. Helel once again turned to a different page in the cook book, praying to himself that he didn't fuck up this time. He couldn't possibly mess up sugar cookies, right? They were simple, so surely no matter what they'd be fine.

He was cursing himself wasn't he?

He poured the ingredients, carefully measuring them as he went through the motions. It went smoother this time since he just made cookies (if he could really call them that). With practice under his belt, Helel managed to make a tray of cookies.

"Now I roll them in sugar before baking... where's the sugar?" He looked around, grabbing at the jars in front of him.

"That's flour... that's baking powder... or is it baking soda?... that's powdered milk... wait why do we have powdered milk? Oh!" Helel smiled as he finally found what he was looking for. He didn't know how the chefs managed to get anything done with nothing labeled, but that was the beauty of not being a chef. He didn't have to know, and perhaps he never would.

So, he popped open the glass jar, pouring in the crystalline fragments into a bowl. They glimmered innocently in the light, small gems that melted upon one's tongue.

Helel quickly tossed each cookie ball into the bowl, placing them back onto the tray afterward. Making sure they weren't too close together, he arranged them one last time. Finally, he placed them in the oven. The timer would let him know when they were ready.

The man sighed, moving quickly to wash the dirty dishes. He knew he could leave it to the servants, but at this point, he just wanted to get rid of the evidence of his failures. Sure, most of his baked treats looked... fine, but the first few looked as though it had gone through someone's digestive system already.

After all was said and done, Helel felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. If this was what the chefs dealt with on the daily, he was going to have to give them a raise. All this for some desserts? Really? They deserved to be paid more for this misery.

Checking the timer, he nodded to himself. 10 minutes was enough time to snack on something. Helel let himself drop into a seat, groaning as his weary legs finally got to rest. He grabbed the cake-turned-bread, cutting off a small slice. The cookies were a definite no, and he had his suspicions about the croissant, but the bread seemed fine.

'If I get poisoned from this, they're never going to let me live it down.'

You would absolutely make fun of him. Morningstar, the King of Babel, dying from his own creation. It sounded like a story Shakespeare wrote, really. Helel hoped more for his pride rather than his life that he wasn't that bad at baking.

Taking a few bites, he found that he wasn't dying yet. Which was relieving, of course, but to his surprise, the bread also tasted not bad. Sweeter than most breads, but nothing unbearable. It was probably going to be one of the few things he could actually share with you.

At the chime of the timer, Helel took the cookies out of the oven, letting them cool. That would give him another few minutes to start packing things up. Should he use red ribbon or white? It's a White Day gift, yes, but you told him red reminded you of him.

Humming, the young king started slicing the bread, gently placing the slices in a nice container. Perhaps he should pack some jam in the basket too- it would go well with it.

Helel glanced at the first batch of cookies, opting to dump them in the trash after a brief moment of contemplation. Could they be used as projectiles? Honestly, yes. Was he going to let anyone know he failed that badly? Never.

Finally, he took a bite of one of the croissants. It was fine as well, just odd. The fruit fillings and cream were distributed well throughout the pastry. If it weren't for the fact that it was supposed to be a tart, Helel might have been proud.

Packing those up as well, he placed the 2 containers in a basket, grabbing a few jars of jam and a butter knife. By then, the cookies were sufficiently cooled. Though, after taking another look at them, Helel wondered what he had done wrong this time.

Unlike the first batch, these cookies were puffy. They weren't like cream puffs, but they were certainly not cookies. Had he mixed up which of the powders he was using? He really wouldn't be surprised if that were the case.

The other pastries he had packed weren't made to be what they ended up as, but tasted fine anyway. Maybe, these would be the same.

So, shrugging his shoulders, Helel tossed one of the "cookies" in his mouth. 

And instantly he regretted it.

It was salty. Not salty in the pleasantly seasoned way, but salty as in if he had drank salt water it would taste better than this.

Spitting out the abomination, Helel glared at one of the jars. Of course he mixed up the sugar and salt, of course. Still, he at least had something other than this. He'd just have to dispose of these.

If you didn't find him.

The door clicks open, and Helel can't decide whether he wants to scream or jump right out the window. In the doorway, as he expects, is you. You're always welcome in his eyes, his wonderful, perfect significant other. However, at this particular moment, he really wishes you weren't here.

"Helel? What are you doing here?"

Though you ask, you already seem to at least know he was baking. Not a very hard assumption to make, all things considered, but that just makes things harder for him.

"I was... baking." He says, giving a strained smile as he slowly grabs the tray of cookies. Hopefully, if he's quick enough, you won't even notice him toss the entire thing in the trash.

'Please do not ask about these, please don't notice-'

"Is that a scone dusted in salt???" 

Helel was going to throw himself off a cliff.

"...I was trying to make sugar cookies."

The look you give him simply reaffirms his decision.

"I... see. What's the occasion?" You draw closer to him, staring curiously at the basket. He's thankful he managed to add a blanket on top beforehand, though it would've been nice if he had tied a ribbon around the handle, too.

"It's White Day, so I wanted to give you something special." Helel responded, dropping the tray with a sigh. It was too late to hide it, so why bother?

You hum softly, lips curling into a smile. You grab one of the scones, taking a bite before he can warn you. Yet, instead of spitting it out like he expected, you chewed as though nothing were wrong with it.

"Are- are you okay?" He can't help but ask. He had tried one right before you came- he knew they didn't taste good. So, how was it that you ate the entire scone without even cringing in the slightest?

"Yep, I'm fine. I'm sure you already know, but these are salty." You laugh, quickly grabbing a glass of water and chugging it. Despite the concern he feels, Helel can't help the way his chest warms. 

"Well, yeah, I was going to warn you about that. Can't believe you ate it all- I spat it out immediately. Why did you eat it anyway?" He can't help but ask. You weren't one to shy away from being honest. The fact you looked him in the eye and told him it was salty was proof enough. You weren't scared of him, so why would you put yourself through that?

You give him a smile, tilting your head towards the window. The sun is high in the sky, letting all know that it was sometime in the afternoon.

"You've been here for... I'm guessing at least 5 hours. I don't know how you haven't collapsed yet, but that's not the point right now. The point is," You take his hands into yours, kissing each of his knuckles. "I see your effort, and I don't want to let it go to waste."

Helel, for all his cruelty, his hatred, his grief- cannot be anything but in love for you. To love is to be seen, to be known, and it seems that for all his life, that's exactly what you've done. Seen him, known him, but most of all, loved him.

So, he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing kisses from your palm down to your wrist. He lingers there, letting you cradle his face as he closes his eyes.

It wasn't perfect by all means, but he thinks that this small moment is worth more than anything he could've ever orchestrated. Helel doesn't need endless praise, gifts, or overwhelming acts. All he needed was a bit of acknowledgement, a bit of love.

"Happy White Day, my sun.”

-

ALTERNATE STORY:

Helel did not realize he was that bad at baking. He completely blames Nebuchadnezzar for everything.

"HELEL, HOW THE FUCK DID YOU MANAGE TO MAKE A MONSTER!?"

"HIS NAME IS FREDERICK KREIBURG AND HE'S SORRY TO SAY THAT HE'S FRENCH!"

"WE AREN'T EVEN IN FRANCE! WHAT DID YOU ADD TO THOSE COOKIES? THE CREMATED REMAINS OF YOUR DAD!?"

"...that explains why the sugar was so dusty."

"...Helel Morningstar Babel-"

"Ahaha... ha..."

Yeah, Helel was going to kill his brother if you didn't end up killing him first.

[echantedtoon]

His One And Only

You weren't ever too sure about marrying into the Rengoku family. In fact your husband always seemed to love you WAY more than you ever did him. Despite the sadness you felt when he passed away, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. However you forgot about one thing.

You were his one and only in life AND DEATH.

Warnings for death mentioned and maybe slight yandere like themes. I got the idea based off the video by MorphyVA on YouTube below.

@lavenderdropp

The air tonight was as stale and dark as the grave this night. 

You couldn't help but feel a strange tension in the air and a bad feeling amongst the breeze as you swept the front porch of your tiny home. Darkness rolled over the skies despite it being daytime thanks to the large dark clouds fogging up above as far as the eye can see. It gave you an eerie feeling that crawled over your skin leaving goosebumps in it's wake. 

You hadn't felt like this since the funeral. The funeral of your husband.

Kyojuro Rengoku.

The man who's positive and kind personality was like a beacon of hope in the town that he lives in. Never a frown on his face. Always willing to lend a hand. Always so selfless. Is was no wonder why so many women were head over heels Infatuated by him. You always thought he was really nice, although nothing more to it than that. Perhaps that's why he became so intrigued by you. Your family ran the town's bakery for generations and so you were no exception. Working in the family establishment and helping to sell the many breads and cakes and other baked delights your family made and sold. 

He was almost always there sometime every day practically. Buying a small loaf of bread there or a cake for his mom here. Each and every time you spoke he'd smile and laugh which couldn't help but make you also happy. He was quite lively. Talking about everything from the small bird nest that was just built in his garden to his father's latest business investment. Sometimes you saw his family around town as well. Couldn't miss them. They all had the same vibrant features of fiery hair, flame eyes, and busy eyebrows. Seemed as if the Rengoku genes were very strong.

For the longest time ever you felt as if you had a good relationship with the Rengoku's, or at least one Kyojuro Rengoku. You thought you both were good friends by how much he spoke to you, or at the very least you two were on very good terms. However you were not expecting him to walk right into the small bakery and announce right in front of everyone-

"Mister and Misses L/n! I've come to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage!"

A lightning struck overhear making you jump and blink up towards the sky. It was getting darker now..A sign you should head on inside. With a few final sweeps, you quickly turned around and headed back into the warmth of your house. The door slid closed with a sound. The embers of the fireplace hissed when a fresh log was tossed on them. With a sigh of relief from the warmth, you sat yourself down for a while. 

It was a rare moment of peace to yourself you got these days. It seemed like everything went downhill the moment your parents said yes to his outrageous proposal. You had no say in anything about the entire engagement or wedding or even the marriage. Even when you expressed that you didn't want to be married let alone to someone you really didn't know too well personally all you got was scolding from your family, eyerolls from your friends, and when you expressed your feelings to Kyojuro yourself he laughed away your concerns.

"Don't complain! You're not going to be young forever and the Rengoku's are the most prosperous family in seven provinces! So don't argue!," said your father.

"I want grandchildren!," said your mother.

"Are you serious?! You're so lucky! Any woman would die to be in your situation right now," said your best friend.

"AHAHAHA! Rest assured, Darling! We'll have all of the time in the world to get to know one another! I knew you were special the moment I laid eyes upon you! Do not fret. I promise to love you. Wholeheartedly," Said Kyojuro Rengoku before he caressed your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

In no time at all you were dressed in white sitting before a priest and staring into the crinkled eyes and happy beaming smile of a man you barely knew but now shared last names with. He took your hands in his own and smiled at you.

"From now on you're mine. My one and only.~"

Your eyes glanced towards the windows. The shutters rattling violently within the wind and continuously thudding against the glass panels. A violent shudder courses through your very core as you curled up ever closer to the fire. This was like the very night when your husband died. 

You two had been a couple..or what could be considered a couple for only a few months when it happened. You tried to adjust to your new life but couldn't really bring yourself to hold his hands or return his hugs when he went to hug you..And everyone expected you to kiss him and share a bed?? His heart looked shattered when you requested to have a separate bedroom from his and physically stepped away anytime he tried to show you physical affection in private or in public.

He looked crushed but understood and respected your boundaries. Oh his father did not like that. AT ALL.  You got quite a few nasty words from him and sympathetic looks from his mom but she only encouraged you to try and open up a little bit more and give her son a chance. Like you weren't freaking trying?! However many gifts he gave you didn't matter. However many kind words he spoke did nothing in the end. Because only seven short months after you two got married he was killed. 

Murdered to be exact.

He'd been in a fight with someone else by the name of Hakuji. Why the fight started or what it was about you had no clue. You weren't there. You could only do what everyone else in his family did, watch in horror and shock as a few of his friends brought his body, recovered after the fight, back to his family. It was all a blurred mesh after that. Still now it feels like it didn't even happen. 

There was a funeral for him a short time later, and with it the end of your time within the Rengoku's estate. For a short time that's where you stayed. Technically you were still a Rengoku if only by marriage and your last name so it kinda made sense for you to still live there kinda. But it was incredibly awkward, especially during dinners. Without Kyojuro there it was just like you were essentially a stranger spectating their house. Eventually you just left. It was too much and too awkward for you to stay. You couldn't just move back in with your family either, that was simply not done and they probably wouldn't accept you back anyways disappointed by your lack of interest in the marriage to begin with. You weren't homeless only because of the generosity of your aunt being nice to lend you her guest house until you get back on your feet.

With a tired sigh, hands rubbed your face and a tired feeling washed over you. You felt guilty about it. Really you did, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief after everything. As much as you thought Kyojuro was a good guy and didn't think he deserved to die, you just couldn't help but feel relieved that no one was trying to coax you into loving him or judging you. It was simply just more calm.

However tonight you were more on edge. You weren't sure why. Perhaps it was the lingering tension in the air or the still open wound from being widowed so soon. Whatever it was bothered you. The air was uneasy tonight. It'd be better in the morning hopefully. With one last shudder you curled up by the fire ready to sleep in and forget about it with the sun's warmth in the morning.

That it until the footsteps echoed from outside. 

At first you dismissed it as an animal. A deer, wolf, stray dog- Sone kind of large beast. It wouldn't be the first time you had animals near your home, however a deep dread filled you as your tired brain realized something about the sounds of those steps. 

I T W A S W A L K I N G O N T W O L E G S

Fully sparked awake now, you body shot right up as whatever it was encircling your small house was slowly making it's way from around the right side of the home and crunching it's way slowly towards the front door.

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD-

Your wife eyes widened as a ghost hand entrapped your throat in fear. Head turning following the steps until it reached just outside of the front door. Heart pounding in your ears, you stared at the door in silence. No sounds other than the intense breeze outside and the crackling laugh of the fire behind you. Until there was a sound. A sound that made you flinch violently. The door shook a little bit. A small tug from the outside being stopped by the lock on the door securely keeping it shut. The lock jingling where the hook went through the loop. An experimental few tugs were given before it stopped all together leaving you to look on in terror, and then the next few sounds were given.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

"Honey, I'm home!"

The sound of shock and terror fled from your throat as you froze solid. That voice! That horribly recognizable voice! There's no possible way it could- You gave a shriek, scrambling back as a bold of lightning lit up the sky.

"Darling? Are you quite alright?"

No. NO!! This was real! He wasn't really there! Your mind was playing tricks on you-

JINGLE. JINGLE. JINGLE.

The flimsy hook lock jingle with each hard tug on the door.

CLINK-

Until it unhooked. The door slid open as lightning lit up the red eyes of the smiling figure in the doorway.

Y O U   S C R E A M E D

The tall figure took a step inside causing you to shoot up to you feet with another louder scream. Unnatural greying skin clung onto bone and body as the figure shambled inside from the whipping wind. Orange hair now as dull as dried tiger lily petals were a mess swaying from it's head. And white filmed eyes turned unnaturally in their sockets as they focused on your horrified screaming form.

"Oh, my little flame.~ My darling. I've returned home finally from...well.." The thing hummed in thought as if still confused but happy. "Actually I can't remember what happened too well exactly..The last thing I remember was defending your honor from that brute.. It's no matter!" He happily smiled holding out his arms. "I have returned home-"

Your voice cried out again backing away from the outstretched arms he held out to you which seemed to confuse the being. 

"Dear?" He slowly lowered his arms looking hurt. "Honey, it's me." He smiled again wider. "Kyojuro! I've returned to you!"

You shrieked. Not because you thought you lost your mind, but because of the fact that the man before you was dead. He was still dead. You knew because the clothes hanging from his body were the same ones he was buried in. Now stained and dirtied with soil stains like he had crawled out from the grave itself.

"Oh. Is it because of my ... appearance?  Darling, I promise you have nothing to fear from me." He stepped forward again. "Honey, please don't fret. You're my one and only. I couldn't rest without knowing that you were with me."

YOU SCREAMED.

You screamed and screamed. You couldn't stop screaming even when his expression turned to hurt and the cold touch caressed your cheeks. Even when he sighed in response to your reaction. You screamed out until your body could stand no longer and a deep black of night swallowed you whole.

[devoutekuna]

Babyshower

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

"What's the point in a stupid Babyshower?" Stuffing his face with sugar cookies decorated like teddy bears since those were the chocolate ones. He was laid out on the floor with you sat beside his head, trying to figure out how you were going to cut the cake since it was 3 tiers, he personally didn't care how it was cut as long as he got some, having 3 separate layers for each of your favourite flavours, that's how thoughtful he was without showing it, it matched your dreams in a Babyshower cake the pink and blue ombre decorating the layers. "So we can find out the gender!" Picking off a fondant decoration which was sin the way, passing it to him. "No kidding." Annoyed with how you pointed out the obvious. He had kicked all the guests out just so you two could have this special moment to yourself.he wasn't a fan of your friends, always plotting to eat them if you dropped them.

"Hurry up woman" cutting the cake for you with his cursed technique, a slice falling perfectly onto the plate, revealing the icing colour as he passed it to you. It took you a few seconds to realise what he had done but looking down at the colour only made you squeal.

Nanami-

"Here" handing you the knife as he sat down next to you. He baked a vanilla rectangle cake for the gender reveal. "Thank you" nodding in response. Despite baking the cake he was still in the dark about the colour since he got someone else to do it. "Actually, pass me the cups" motioning towards the wine glasses. After passing them he leaned on your shoulder, feeling the frame of his reading glasses dent into your arm. "Ready?" "Yes" digging into the corners of the cake to reveal the pink/blue icing. "Guess we're having a girl/boy" he didn't seem happy to someone else's eyes but since you knew him best, he didn't show much emotions.

Geto-

Alcoholic and non alcoholic drinks all around as he celebrated the gender of his baby soon to be revealed. "When you want to do the cake, tell me." Arm around your shoulder, kissing your miserable face. "I'll kick them all out" he hated the fact that he had to invite some of his followers and your friends and family. But he was on cordial terms with them even if it was one-sided, he couldn't invite any Jujutsu sorcerer friends you had, as they were enemies.

"Sorry about that love" kissing your cheek once again, seeing how much happier you were after they all left. Knife already digging into one side of the cake. "It's fine" cutting him a slice of cake, the baker had made it so the cake only had white icing inside, but cupcakes ontop held the secret. "There's no colour Y/N" confused as to why it was neutral. "Take this then" teasing him coming to an end as you picked off one of the cupcakes. Gracefully biting off one side, only to reveal the icing filled inside coloured.

Gojo-

"If it's a boy we should name him Satoru JR, or if it's a girl we should name her Satoshi!" Slapping the back of his forehead as you heard how he wanted his kids to carry atleast some resemblance to himself, they already get some of his name with the surname 'gojo' become a hyphen to yours. "I'm not naming my kid after you" biting into a cupcake to reveal nothing but white icing, the baker had done it so that you two had to guess which one had the icing in. "Why? I've got a beautiful name" taking another cupcake just to reveal more white icing, you two were getting down to the last 5 cupcakes, him having accidentally eaten some whilst the guests were still here. "Yeah but I'm not naming my kid after you, end of" he was getting on your nerves at this point with his ego. "Fine" sighing in defeat, he loved to get on your nerves but stopped since you got pregnant, afraid of causing an premature birth.

Stuffing a cupcake fully in his mouth, he was supposed to ake a bite then show you. "Satoru!" Scared that he may have messed it all up if he ate the one with colour in, "What?" Mouth stuffed with cake as he asked, resting his arm on your shoulder, as he tried to comfort you. "What if that was the one?" "Then it was, the past is the past baby" kissing your teeth at his response, oh how you hoped that it wasn't the one.

"Look Satoru! It's blue/pink" shaking him as you showed him, white icing decking your bottom lip as you licked it clean off, too excited to care about your appearance.

Toji-

Laid out on the sofa wearing nothing but sweatpants, he couldn't be bothered to put on a shirt. Placing the tiered cake on the coffee table, neutral themes to keep you both on your toes as you knew he'd try and guess what gender it was by the way it was decorated. "What are we doing, normally or that thing you wanted to do?" He was very attentive when it came to you, always noticing small details, especially since you have been watching so many videos of couples using wine glasses to take a bite. "Cups" smiling at him, grabbing your waist as he brought you closer, fingers tracing the side of your baby bump. Handing him a cup, bringing the cake closer. "Go on" he couldn't even hide his excitement, face plastered with smiles as he watched you reveal the gender, pink/blue frosting peaking out from the side of the cup.

[loveephia]

:¨ ·.· ¨: osamu miya's valentine special.

`· . ꔫ sypnosis: in which you ask osamu how to bake a cake for your crush. osamu, heartbroken, willingly teaches you without him knowing that he was your crush all along.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, minor hurt with comfort, osamu thinking his love was unrequited, reader is a cheeky one, inaccurate recipe.

⚠ warning/s: none.

my HQ masterlist. (valentine's edition)

"i need help." was the first thing you said to osamu today. "wow, not even a "good mornin'"?" he jokes. you only continued to look at him with a serious expression, which meant that you weren't in a joking mood. osamu gulped. you could be really intimidating sometimes..

"..what do you need my help fer?"

"i need you to teach me how to bake a cake for valentine's day." you admitted. now, atsumu, the elder twin who happened to be sitting right next to osamu, was intrigued. "a cake?" atsumu chuckles, "you gonna give that to yer li'l crush, or what?"

the way your eyes widened with the innocent pair of your red cheeks broke osamu's heart. atsumu's eyes, too, were widened at the unexpected reaction from you. he looked over at the younger twin with sympathy, knowing how he's been madly in love with you ever since middle school. yeah, they fight like tyranical pigs, but at the end of the day, they're still family.

osamu coughed, trying to clear the sudden dryness in his throat. "oh— yeah. okay. sure, i'll teach ya." he assures you, and the way your face lit up was just adorable. but the aching fact that you were this ecstatic to bake a cake for someone that wasn't him was just painful.

"is after school alright?" you asked, and osamu nodded. once you left to go to your own classroom, osamu looked over at atsumu with a wounded expression.

"told ya she didn't like me." he mumbles, "i'd like the three pudding packs we bet on, please."

"..got it."

time skip.

you walked home with the miya twins. since osamu would be teaching you how to bake, atsumu wanted to tag along "just for the fun of it." he claims.

but atsumu had a plan.

it's called:

"make-y/n-fall-for-osamu-by-being-extra-annoying."

he thinks it's a brilliant name. spot on.

you unlocked the door to your house and showed the twins where the shoe rack was. once they took their shoes off, you dropped two pairs of house slippers, letting them switch shoes and rest on the couch. "wait here, i'll just go and change." you excused yourself from the twins to put on some more comfortable clothes.

the house was tidy. there was a wall of framed pictures that caught osamu's eye. most of them were of you when you were younger. there was one of you with a pet, one of you smiling with a missing tooth, another with you eating ice cream, and plenty more. it made osamu unknowingly smile.

atsumu cringed.

sure, he's trying to make you fall for osamu, but that doesn't mean he's magically immune from the lovesick glances of his brother.

"okay, i'm back!" you returned in a nice set of pajamas and your hair tied into low pigtails. "so cute!" both the twins thought as they clenched their chests.

"i want to bake a heart-shaped red velvet cake so that it fits in with the theme of valentine's. do you think he'd like something like that?" you asked osamu with a cheeky little smile, hinting toward your crush.

"it'll be from you. of course he'd like it." osamu thought out loud, and your jaw drops momentarily. "o- oh! you think so?" you said, bashfully rubbing the back of your head. "yes. i'm sure of it." he replied.

silence. it was so overbearing that atsumu had to hold in his own cough.

"d- do you have any cream cheese? it'd be good for the frostin'." he asked, trying to clear the tension in the air. you looked inside your fridge and found two blocks of cream cheese. "mhm!"

"okay. let's wash our hands, then i'll tell you what to do." he said. you went to the kitchen, and osamu looks over at atsumu, who was watching the two interact before him with a smirk. "don't do anythin' stupid." osamu said before following you into the kitchen. "ha?! like i'd do anythin' stupid, stupid!" atsumu exclaimed in offense.

time skip.

you held a white, clean, apron in front of you with a gleeful little smile. "y'know it's not really necessary to wear one, right? especially since we're just doin' this at home." osamu says.

you nod it off, "yes, i know, but i've always wanted to wear one of these!" you tie the laces comfortably around your nape and you then reach for the ones near your waist next.

osamu reaches over and ties it for you. "is this okay?" he asks. you nod, your heart beating erratically against your chest at the kind gesture.

"you two gotta knock it off with the lovey-doveyness, it's givin' me a headache." atsumu says, and osamu snaps his head at the older twin with an exasperated expression "nevermind, i think my head is fine." atsumu quickly replies.

time skip.

you laid all of the ingredients, needed utensils, measuring cups, bowls, and appliances out on your kitchen table gracefully. now, you were just staring at osamu for his instructions. unbeknownst to you, osamu found your expression right now very cute.

"so.. what now?" you asked.

"right— okay."

"focus, 'samu. i get that y/n is cute & all, but y'gotta teach her sooner or later." atsumu said from the dining table. he just wanted to watch, and.. perhaps commentate.

what atsumu said brought both your faces aflame. "shut yer trap, 'tsumu. if you're just here to watch us, go home." osamu scolded. "no way! m'definitely helpin'." atsumu raised his own hands as if he's been caught, "just not in the way you think." atsumu says under his breath.

time skip.

you're trying, keyword: trying, to whisk the egg whites together, but it's not getting to the meringue texture you're aiming for. osamu sees you struggling and decides to help you. he stands closely behind you and puts his large palm over your own hand that's holding the whisk. "like this." he mutters lowly as he demonstrates, using your hand to whisk the egg whites. soon enough, you notice that the texture is finally changing!

"woah! osamu, you're a genius!" you cheered, your eyes sparkling at the clear difference.

osamu smiles softly. this feels oddly domestic..

"if you both keep standin' close like that, i'm gonna start thinkin' you're husband and wife." atsumu interrupts your sweet moment with a fact, and osamu is quick to distance himself from you. "will you be quiet for just once in yer damned life..?" osamu murmured, ignoring the sudden rise in the temperature.

atsumu shrugs, "m'just sayin'!"

time skip.

the cake is finally finished. osamu let you deal with the designs as you wanted it to be special and from the heart. it ended up being prim and perfect, a cake that screamed you. just like how you wanted.

"thank you for helping me, 'samu. and thank you 'tsumu for.. coming over?" you expressed your gratitude in a mildly uncertain way. "it was nothin'." atsumu grinned as if he had just accomplished something great.

he didn't even know if his plan worked, but he did enjoy watching you and osamu interact today.

"see ya tomorrow, y/n!" atsumu bids his goodbyes, and he's out of sight. now, you're left with osamu. "i— uhm.. see you tomorrow, 'samu!" you squeaked, and before osamu could reply, you closed the door on him.

osamu sighs. his twin was probably being too pushy with the teasing today, and he must've made things weird between you two.

which is what he thinks.

thanks to atsumu, you're rolling around on the floor like a child, giggling over the number of comments he made earlier about you and osamu looking all cute together.

while you couldn't wait for valentine's, osamu was practically dreading it.

time skip.

you can tell that osamu has been avoiding you. the way he dodged your attempts of hugging him or the way he didn't answer when you called out his name.

you didn't know exactly why he was doing this, but you had a small idea.

it was the end of the day, and you saw osamu walking home alone. you asked atsumu to stay behind for a bit so as not to ruin the moment.

"boo!" you attempted to spook osamu, and since he looked like he was deep in thought, you succeeded. he flinched and looked behind him to see the one and only culprit. you.

"oh, y/n." he recognizes your cute face, "did you give the cake to yer crush yet? how'd it go?" he asked one question after another, even though he really didn't want to know the answer.

"nope. he kept avoiding me for some reason." you said. osamu only hummed in sympathy.

"but.. now that i have him here, alone, i was thinking that he'd stop avoiding me now?" you brought the boxed cake to osamu's view, and his eyes widened.

"wh—"

"osamu miya, i like you." you finally confess, "actually, i've.. loved you since middle school."

osamu mentally facepalms. his feelings were requited since middle school?! he wasted so many years holding himself back from intertwining fingers, kissing you, and most importantly, showering you in all the affection you deserve. what an idiot!

but this time, he doesn't waste any more of his given seconds.

he cups your cheek and kisses you.

the moment atsumu hears about this, he's going to be boasting about the fact that he brought you two together in your wedding ceremony. even though he most absolutely did not.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[spoopy-arcade]

The hate on Roxy because she's a "bitch" and a "narcissist" and... wanting to get Gregory? (When literally everyone besides Freddy is also trying to kill him???) Is so fucking stupid and just shows how much you people hate female characters. I'm about to go in-

First of all, the bad talk at Gregory in SB was because she was hacked by Vanny, (even her behaviour when you see her through the vents in her room) obviously there was no way she'd actually talk like that to a KID, but alot of you seriously believe that. And yeah, ok, she says a few mean things, so what? SO WHAT? If this was Monty's, or maybe Bonnie's personality instead, would you be spewing hate at them, or continue to simp for them and call their behaviour hot? I know for a FACT that a lot of you would. Not all female characters have to be too sweet or quirky and silly for you to like.

Back to Roxy's bad talk, you may think "Well, none of the others bad talk him!!" Yeah, it's because everything Roxy says to him is actually targeted to herself. The game clearly showed us how she actually feels: crying alone in her room, constantly telling herself that she's not a loser, and questioning if everyone loves her. Her praising herself are reminders to feel like she's still loved more than anything.

And the one thing that boosted her confidence alot was her looks. Her looks clearly meant so much to her, and we see this in Help Wanted 2 as well, so obviously she would be furious and lose it if someone took that away from her, including her ability to see.

And before I say anything else, I just wanna say that no I'm not angry at Gregory at all, he is just a child who was doing everything he can to survive, and if I were in his place, I would've done the same as well to protect myself. But at the same time, I understand Roxy's anger too. If I were someone who had very low self esteem that I reassure and prepare myself everyday to hang on, when one day, suddenly someone hits me with a whole go kart that shatters my entire body, and on top of that, they steal my eyes too? Yes, I wouldn't just be devasted, but I'd be very angry as well. Roxy was taken everything away from her, and was left to rot alone, I don't blame her for being angry at all.

Now more onto Ruin, which shows us her true side all along.

In the dlc, I don't think (Or it's clear at this point) that any of them are hacked anymore, since we assume that Vanny left with Gregory and Freddy in the good ending, and Glitchtrap is gone. But with Chica and Monty, I feel like they've just lost themselves and are completely broken. Even when seeing Cassie, they still tried to kill her. But with Roxy, she was the only one who recognised her when she heard her voice, and even apologized for grabbing her.

Later on, when Cassie stumbles onto Roxy again, this is where we see her TRUE self. Where she's sweet, soft, and not as mean as everyone made her out to be. (The way she gently speaks to her and holds her hand will never not make me cry) We know that from Roxy's lines, she was one of few who actually showed up to her birthday, since her friends didn't and was the reason why Cassie was crying in one of the cut outs we see. But Roxy was there for her, and she still remembered her special day, her favourite cake, and she was her number one - twice.

This part CLEARLY shows you that Roxy isn't a selfish jerk who only cares about herself, she cares about the kids, and she cares a lot about Cassie. There's a reason why she's Cassie's favourite, right? And don't forget that she literally went up against the mimic to protect her!!!

And I do wanna say that, no, this post isn't telling you that you're not allowed to dislike Roxy or criticise her at all, the issue is hating her character and personality when she would've been praised for it and called "hot" if she were Monty, Moon, Bonnie, or if she was Glamrock Foxy instead. (Which is... literally misogyny) Like, even before Ruin, there were people who hated Roxy for being a jerk, but then turn around and praise Monty when we see him being way more aggressive, while theorizing that he was the one KILLED Bonnie over jealousy. Not even because he was hacked, just... jealousy, and that's not him being 10 times worse than Roxy???

Don't forget the details in Monty's Gator Golf minigame, where in some levels, Freddy was always seen separated from the gang, and in the last level, you see Monty performing along side Roxy and Chica, while Freddy was thrown in the trash...

To me, this is clearly because he's jealous at Freddy, and wants to be the star instead. And along side him possibly killing Bonnie...

I'm sorry, but while I do like Monty, he is literally WAY more of a jerk. Alot of you people believe he killed Bonnie, is extremely jealous, way more aggressive, and yet Roxy is the worst of all for saying "I bet you don't even have friends" to a child when she was HACKED? But yeah, also praise the literal child murderer and abuser for being "interesting" and a cool character, but no, Roxy is the worst because she's a bitch. It's just so ridiculous, and I'm not surprised in the slightest, female characters will always get this treatment.

Alright, it's finally out of my system, anyway stan Roxy.

[rashomonss]

Happy Birthday

a/n: just a little something special for Lucifer’s birthday before the day is over, enjoy ♡

happy birthday my love

Lucifer was never one to make a huge fuss over his birthday. Of course while he enjoyed celebrating it with his brothers and his two friends, that was always it, nothing more happened during this time.

Sure he would receive birthday wishes and presents as well, but he could never find himself really caring about any of it.

While it did boost his ego a bit to have so many people care for him, he realized he could always have that on a normal day, so he didn’t pay much attention to his birthday. And honestly when you’ve lived as long as he has you tend to forget how old you even are. So thus his birthdays reduced to a nice celebration that he never really put much thought into.

That was until you came around.

The first year you celebrated his birthday with him turned into one he could never bring himself to forget.

He had been working late in his office that night paying no mind to what was going on around him as he finished up paperwork for Diavolo. The faint sound of his newly purchased cursed record played through the office, and a nice breeze was let in through a cracked window. Lucifer was tired, yes, but he was comfortable.

Once he finished up the last paper of the stack he was working on he set it to the side and groaned as he glanced at the other stacks.

Reality hit him and caused him to realize he needed a pick me up before he was going to get back to work so he headed towards the kitchen with the intent of making some coffee, instead however he was met with the sight of you in an apron holding a mixing bowl.

Lucifer stood in the doorframe and admired you for a minute as you hummed to yourself while you mixed the cake batter. Unbeknownst to him you had spent months taking baking classes with Barbatos in order to make him a perfect birthday cake.

As you happily mixed the cake batter you imagined what Lucifer’s face would look like when he was presented with the cake, and you couldn’t help but feel your chest swell with pride.

Once you finished you poured the cake batter into the pans then turned around to open the oven, that’s when you saw Lucifer.

Your face turned pale and you almost dropped the cake pan, to which the first born let out a chuckle.

Surprised and honestly freaked out, you commanded him to go to his office so he wouldn’t ruin the surprise you planned.

Lucifer claimed that he just wanted coffee and that his intention was never to ruin your surprise but you still told him to leave anyway. Sighing, he turned around and made his way back to his office. On the way there however he was greeted with numerous decorations all over the house.

“Had you done these yourself?” He wondered.

His brothers possibly couldn’t have done this because he checked on all of them awhile ago and each was passed out.

Did you really take time out of your day to make all of these yourself? Lucifer was honestly impressed to say the least; he couldn’t remember the last time someone put this much effort into his birthday. If he told his brothers something like that they would definitely get offended he thought and laughed at the idea.

He took his time walking back to his office since he was admiring the entire house and the beautiful work you set up.

After a few minutes you rushed into his office with some coffee and a few slices of his favorite princess poison apple. As you sat in his office and talked with him for a bit he couldn’t help but feel truly happy for once.

So he couldn’t help his curiosity when you hadn’t come back after a while. So again he made his way into the kitchen and was met with the sight of you smiling at a cake.

He then laughed and you just screamed in the process, which made him laugh even more.

“Go away! You’re not supposed to see this!” You screamed as he walked towards the cake.

“Lucifer!”

He ignored you and instead admired the cake you just finished. It was a beautiful light blue circle cake that was decorated with ruffles and pearl sprinkles. And on the top in beautiful cursive was ‘happy birthday lucifer’ in white icing.

You waited anxiously as he looked over the cake. Your nerves were all over the place since he hadn’t said anything and it had been awhile.

“So…what do you...think?” You asked after a minute.

“It’s beautiful…you did a wonderful job MC” he smiled.

“Can I try it?” Lucifer then asked, looking over at you.

“Well it’s supposed to be for tomorrow but-“ you started, but just as you spoke the clock struck midnight.

“Well technically it is your birthday now, so go ahead” you laughed.

Lucifer nodded and grabbed a fork nearby; then he took a small piece of the side of the cake.

“It’s very good,” he said after a minute. “Very sweet too.”

“Is it too sweet?” You asked nervously.

“No no, not at all, in fact it’s the perfect amount of sweet. Just like you.” He smiled as he leaned down to kiss you.

You laughed then spoke looking up at him. “Well if you like it I can make it again for you next year”

“I’d like that.”

“Then it’s settled,” you said.

You then went to kiss him again, but after you pulled away you grabbed him and pulled him into an embrace.

“Happy Birthday Lucifer, I love you”

“Thank you MC. And I love you too.”

___

His second birthday with you was spent in the human realm when they all came to visit.

It was honestly a very exhilarating birthday because who knew the human realm possessed so many interesting things to do on one's birthday.

After the whole celebration was over however you and him relaxed in his room cuddling as you recalled the events of the whole day.

But just as you both got comfortable you sprung out the bed and rushed out the door claiming you’ll be back in a second, and you were.

You walked into his room with the same cake you made him last year, with a single candle lit and all. As you made your way through the door you softly sang him happy birthday then placed the cake down on the table as you waited for him to sit down next to you.

Once he sat down you smiled at him then spoke.

“Happy Birthday Lucifer”

“I’m glad I was able to spend another birthday with you, I hoped you enjoyed it”

Lucifer’s eyes softened and he smiled at you. “MC I’m going to enjoy any birthday I spend with you. But thank you.”

“Make a wish!” You then said pushing the cake towards him.

“If you insist.” Lucifer laughed.

He took a moment and looked at the cake as if he was thinking of what to wish for, and after a minute he finally blew out the candle and looked up smiling back at you.

“Ooh, try the cake! How is it?” You then said grabbing a fork.

Lucifer opened his mouth as you fed him the cake then looked around for a few moments.

“It tastes sweet, and again it’s very good thank you MC”

“I’m glad you like it.” You smiled, then pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you Lucifer.”

“I love you too MC.” He smiled back.

“But this isn’t going to be the only sweet thing I’m tasting tonight is it?” Lucifer joked as he leaned towards you.

“What do you mean?” You replied playing dumb, but in actuality you knew exactly what was about to happen.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you know what I mean” Lucifer said as he walked towards you and lifted you over his shoulder.

A loud plop sound was made as you collided with his bed, and no later than a second he was on top of you.

This was going to be a long night…

___

His third birthday with you was spent again in the Devildom, this time however you came to visit.

A grand party was held in the Demon Lord’s castle courtesy of Diavolo and everyone had dressed up for the occasion.

Lucifer wore a stunning navy blue suit gifted to him by Diavolo, and you wore the other matching outfit. Due to this he found it hard to keep his hands off you that whole night, and honestly he didn’t care if others were watching him, it was his birthday so he was determined to be spoiled by you.

When it came time for the cake Barbatos had brought out a large one for everyone and placed it on the center of the table. Next he brought out a small cake with a single candle and placed it in front of Lucifer.

The first born looked at you and smiled as you saw the cake.

“I hope you like it.” You said placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I always do, and thank you MC”

Everyone then sang happy birthday to him as he prepared to blow out the candle.

“In hopes for another happy year with you.” Lucifer said softly, squeezing your hand. You squeezed his back and placed another kiss on his cheek then whispered quietly into his ear.

“Happy Birthday my love”

“Promise to spend my next birthday with me?” Lucifer whispered.

“Of course I promise, I’d never miss your birthday” you smiled.

Lucifer was going to hold you to that promise.

___

This was his fourth birthday with you.

As he opened his eyes he looked up at his ceiling and just sighed. He wasn’t in any hurry to get dressed or even to see anyone, after all it’s his birthday, shouldn’t he take his time?

When he opened the door and stepped out of his room he saw all your birthday decorations across the walls and doors. Each decoration was a mixture of his favorite colors and had an elegant finish, like always. And as he walked into the foyer the large banner that read ‘happy birthday lucifer’ in cursive was hung up like always.

His brothers had made him a buffet of all his favorite breakfast and brunch foods to celebrate, and they even wished him a happy birthday enthusiastically.

As they each ate he couldn’t help but be surprised all his brothers were actually out of their rooms. Nowadays most of them hole themselves in there and don’t come out, if they do it’s because he pulls them out, but nonetheless he’s happy they’re eating.

“Oh yeah Lucifer, Barbatos made a cake for ya, he said to check if you like it, if not he can make you another one” Mammon said as they all finished cleaning up.

Lucifer nodded and made his way towards the kitchen, wondering what Barbatos had made this time. As he walked to the cake display he looked down and felt his breath get caught in his throat.

The cake resting on the glass display resembled the exact one you had made for him for the past three years. The decorations, placing, frosting colors and all. It shook him to his core to see that cake, so much so he wanted to throw up.

He was trying his hardest to pretend that everything was okay and claim he could make it through today without you, but seeing that cake just about pushed him over the edge.

He couldn’t stand seeing the decorations you made for him be put up without you here. He couldn’t stand seeing that damn banner from last year hanging up. He told Mammon not to put it up mainly because he knew he couldn’t face the fact that you still weren’t here to celebrate with him like you promised.

Besides they all saw how Asmo had a full on mental breakdown when he saw the birthday banner you made for him last year hanging up, he didn’t want to go through the same thing.

But this cake.

This damn cake had broken whatever composure he was still holding onto. Sure he knew Barbatos meant well, but he should’ve just made something else because this was too much for him to register at the moment.

As he continued looking at the cake he couldn’t help but feel sick and upset, so in a fit of anger he pushed it off the counter and watched the glass cake stand and the cake fall to the floor and shatter into pieces.

Mammon rushed in at the sound of something breaking, and was then scared at the sight of his older brother looming over the cake Barbatos had made. Lucifer’s face showed many emotions, too many for him to register a specific one he was feeling, he hadn’t ever seen so many emotions on his older brother.

“Lucifer…are you okay?” Mammon then asked as he skeptically looked at his older brother.

“Clean this up.” Lucifer then said before leaving the room. Mammon looked at him surprised, and then rushed over to try and question him again but he had already disappeared down the hall.

As Lucifer made his way to your room he tore down every decoration on the way. A part of him did feel bad for destroying the decorations you put so much effort into, but he simply couldn’t stand seeing them up.

When Lucifer finally reached your room he opened the door then slammed it shut after he entered. He didn’t want to be around Diavolo or Barbatos or even his brothers today; he needed you.

But you were no longer here.

Solomon promised to bring you back but there’s been no progress on that since he left, and Lucifer still can’t help but worry with each passing day.

But he was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, you’d return for his birthday to spoil and pamper him like always.

You promised him…remember?

It was a silly wish he knows but it’s all he can do with you being away.

As Lucifer sat on your bed he heard his D.D.D ding and reluctantly picked it up to see who it was. The message was from Solomon, much to his surprise.

He opened his D.D.D to check the whole message and it read…

Solomon: Happy Birthday Lucifer!

Solomon: I love you ♡

Solomon: -MC

A single tear rolled down his face as he looked at his D.D.D.

Soon the single tear became many and Lucifer cried as he reread your message over and over again.

He didn’t care about anything anymore; he just wished you were here with him.

___

Solomon looked at the messages that showed ‘read’ and sighed putting his D.D.D back in his pocket.

He never told you he was still able to contact everyone from the present, but he figured he would at least do something nice for Lucifer since it was his birthday after all. So he sent those messages in hopes of cheering the oldest up.

Solomon then sighed again and looked over to see you smiling and laughing with this Lucifer as you served him a familiar looking blue cake.

At least one version of him was lucky enough to spend a birthday with you.

a little headcanon of mine is the reason the og obey game doesn’t do birthday events anymore is because you’re not there to celebrate with them, so they can’t bear celebrating their birthday without, therefore they don’t hold anymore events at all.

this is totally a headcanon and not me trying to gaslight myself into not facing the fact that the og game is actually dead ( ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

[wildpeachfarm]

I met up with a friend of mine today for some Coffee and cake. I told her about the gogcident, the whole timeline, all streams, all 'proof' and what other CCs said. Also what happened afterwards and how it is right now.

That friend of mine has zero connections to the community and only on about Dream Team from me and only know they play minecraft. Said friend has also been a victim of SA ever since she was a young teen and goes to therapy and has been healing for years while also having been a victim over and over again.

She agreed with what most people here on your block said but added some more stuff. Basically said that many if not all people accidentally overstep boundaries. Rather we like it or not, everyone has overstepped someones else's boundary at some point in our lives. And it's the job of the other person to tell us when we do so. We can't know about boundaries when we don't get educated on them by the affected person. Especially not when hookup culture is a thing with lots of non verbal consent while also being drunk.

She also said the thing that made the situation and shows that George is not an assaulter is that, when Caiti eventually did show her boundaries at the elevator, he stepped back and let her. He didn't try to convince her, didn't keep flirting and let her move away without a fuss. Which is something an assaulter, specially when they habe already gone through cuddling and flirting all evening, simply wouldn't do.

And especially the last part is where I mostly stand as well. The way he acted at the elevator is what was most important and that was him accepting Caiti backing off from his flirting and leaving for his room alone

Yes I definitely agree and it was something I brought up on twitter but maybe not here recently: party culture is THIS unfortunately. It's well-meaning people people mistaking advancements and fumbling through awkward social interactions on the cusp of intimacy. Unfortunately if you don't verbalize your boundaries, there is no way for anyone to know otherwise especially in a situation like this with positive nonverbal cues. And that's typically why people get a bit of grace during this stuff if there was no verbalization of boundaries being crossed.

And you're right, the fact that he left her at the elevator when she verbalized her disinterest and even said in his response "i left after the obvious sign of 'no'" means that he had no ill intent or planned on taking advantage of her, or is an assaulter. It just seems that the stuff before was muddled in signals and drunkenness that it created that faux pas for him in the room.

Those are things that it seemed like people at first didn't want to give him understanding for, and I have to wonder how many of those people had ever been to a bar or a house party where someone just mistakes the signals and its awkward at best, not necessarily assault.

[ametrictonofaudacity]

yandere platonic supes I am BEGGIBG, there’s not enough yandere platonic Superman I am starved for content, blease

Yes absolutely!!! I am also starved for Yan platonic Superman, so we would get along well!!

Shout out to @blughxreader and @anxiousnerdwritings for so much of my inspiration, and if you like yandere dc works, you should check them out!!

Yandere Platonic Superman x GN! Reader

Warning: This is a yandere work, and as such, has themes of obsession and captivity! Because this is Superman, it’s a much milder work than usual!

“Hey! How was your day?” Warm, almost inhumanly hot, arms, wrap you up into a tight hug, and you blink in shock. You hadn’t even heard him get home, much less approach, and although it makes your heart race, you feel your nerves begin to settle.

“Good! I got to work on the garden I’ve been wanting to start.” You motion to the freshly filled earth, the hard dirt clods having been broken up. “Still have to mix the gardening soil in, and the fertilizer.”

“You did really good! I think we should head inside though, you’re starting to look a little parched.” You sigh, but nod, brushing the sweaty hair out of your face. Mr. Kent beams, stepping back from the hug, ruffling your hair gently. You try to ignore the way your heart leaps into your throat, or his concerned glance.

“So what about you? How’d your day go?” You mumble, trekking up to the tiny farm house in the distance. Mr.Kent keeps pace easily, the wind tugging gently on his red cape.

“It was good! There wasn’t much for me to do today, although one of the supports on the Golden Gate Bridge gave out. Me and few other heroes got that sorted fairly quickly, and no one got hurt.” You knew, logically, that he accomplished more in one day than teams upon teams of first responders could ever manage in a week, but being confronted with the knowledge caused a strange sort of dissonance. He had always just been Mr. Kent. Nice, a bit clumsy, willing to help you and your folks when you needed it. Always wearing a button up or sometimes a flannel when he visited, with the strange sort of softness to his accent that you knew happened when someone moved to the city. You hadn’t known him well, but had been close enough to invite him for Thanksgiving when you had heard he wasn’t spending it with his family.

Maybe that was your mistake. Maybe you wouldn’t be here, on a plot of land in the middle of nowhere, if you had just let him stay lonely.

You blink when you realize the farmhouse is much closer.

“I’ll get changed and make us some dinner, okay?” A hand smooths over your hair, and you smile. If he was cooking dinner, that meant you had time to shower, and get the dirt and grime off you.

“Okay.” You murmur, and he beams, the screen door closing behind the both of you. “I’m not allowed to use the stove anyways.” You mutter after him. You know he hears you, but he doesn’t respond, the door to his room closing behind him.

You take your time showering, and changing into the soft, clean pajamas that he had bought you so long ago they were beginning to wear, and gray at the cuffs. He would wait for you to eat, you knew, and he never pestered you unless he was worried about your safety. Which was pretty often, admittedly, but he had been getting better about not constantly fretting.

“Hey, kiddo! I made your favorite.” He grins, and the smell of warm food drifts up, making your stomach growl hungrily. He presses the plate into your hands. “Figured we could do something special, since today’s such a special day.”

You frown, tilting your head, even as you tried to remember. There weren’t any calendars in the house, and the only passing of time you were aware of most times was the rising of the sun.

“It is?” You question, taking a bite of your food. It melts on your tongue, and you glance at the rest of the house, frowning.

Your stomach drops when you realize. There’s four perfectly wrapped presents on the small coffee table in front of the couch, and a cake from your favorite bakery. There’s also a pie, which you know was made by Ma Kent.

You look back. Mr. Kent looks almost sad, and when he speaks, his voice is gentle, sympathetic.

“It’s your birthday, kiddo. I was thinking, since you’ve been so good lately, we could do something special.”

“Like what?” Your voice cracks, but he doesn’t say anything. You don’t know if your grateful or not.

“Well, I know you’ve been working really hard in that garden of yours. And since you’ve been so good lately, I was thinking we could go to visit a greenhouse! Spend a couple days out and about, so you can get out of the farmhouse every once and while.”

You stare. You hadn’t been allowed off the property in.. months. Five, nearly six. The prospect was exhilarating. And terrifying.

“Really?! When are we going?” You try not to sound to excited, but you must fail, because he chuckles.

“Easy there, slow your roll. We’ll be going at the end of the week. Now, finish your food so we can open presents, yeah?”

The food is tasteless after that. It’s good, sure, but that pales in comparison to how your heart hammers with adrenaline and excitement. You were finally, finally getting off the property! And if you couldn’t escape then, you could escape later, and maybe even go home.

Soon, you’re both finished eating, and he herds you to the couch, pulling out a camera from its case. It’s an expensive digital one, the one you know he used for work.

“You know you can just use your phone camera, right?” You point out, and he chuckles.

“Call me old fashioned. Let me get it set up, and then cake and presents.” It takes him less than a minute to set it up, the motions experienced and practiced. “You ready?”

You nod. He lights the candles on the small bakery cake.

It’s the strangest birthday you’ve ever had. Mr. Kent is the only one singing the birthday song, and you’ve always had a large family with a lot of siblings. When you blow out the candles, he doesn’t let you eat the frosting off them, instead plucking them off and setting them on a ceramic plate.

Your presents are odd, too. You were used to useless, impartial presents. This wasn’t that. He had gotten you the dvd copy of your favorite TV series, a set of hardback books, a new outfit, and a telescope, all neatly wrapped in blue wrapping paper.

“The outfit is for when we go out.” He explains, watching as you unfold the blue button up. “We’re going to be visiting Lois, so I figured you would want to look nice.”

Your heart skitters in your chest, unsure. You hadn’t met Ms. Lane yet, he had always insisted you weren’t ready, but now not only were you leaving the property but you would also be meeting his wife.

“I do. Thank you.” You finally murmur, and he wraps you up into another hug, holding you a moment longer than he usually did.

“Of course. Why don’t you try some of your cake and I’ll clean this up, yeah?”

You watch as he cleans up, nibbling on the sweet treat, and when he is finally done, he sets aside all of your presents, putting in the dvd. You shift on the couch, used to this old routine, and when he sits on the couch, curl up next to him, letting him wrap his arms around you and bury his nose in your hair with a smile.

[chaisshitposts]

Write A Letter To Yourself To Find The Answers You Want. || 'Dear Subconscious...'

have ya ever had a problem at hand that ya just couldn't figure out a solution to? it's such a deeply perplexing problem that ya just decide to shrug it off and maybe 'sleep it off.' and so, ya do just that... and maybe in the middle of the night, or as soon as ya wake up, or maybe even two days later in the middle of a totally unrelated task, ya get a random idea, a random thought, or perhaps a random solution that was the answer. that was yer subconscious, answerin' that problem ya were so stumped on.

which got me thinkin'... why haven't i considered askin' my subconscious a direct question? ive seen this happen in movies before, usually with— people who have DID or MPD, or perhaps someone who sleep walks, or suffers black outs. I've seen people leave notes and messages to themselves.

why haven't I just written a letter addressed to my subconscious and let it solve everything for me? why haven't I asked my subconscious to show me the answer or give me the answers I need to tap into being in the state of pure consciousness? the letter is personal to me, and my subconscious knows me best, so why the fuck wouldn't I trust what it has to say? i already do muscle testin' to get my yes/no answers, I already do fuckin' tarot readin's on myself— so... why not do this? can't believe I haven't done this yet.

and with that thought, I got my handy notebook, sat down at my dining room table, and got to writin', starting the letter off by saying 'dear subconscious...' I spilled my most vulnerable guts afterwards and the rest was history.

I'm gonna tell ya right now, full transparency, I wrote to my subconscious about how much I want to enter the void state/I Am State and asked it for clear signs in my letter, I told it to give me the answers I want in a way that only I could understand. an experiment worth while... originally, i wasn't gonna post this but then i got my answers and i wanted to share this with ya lovely folks of this lil' dandy community.

I bet you're wonderin' what was the answer I got from my subconscious. I got multiple answers, as terrifying as that is, and I cannot even fathom how I can explain them properly. All I know is that I feel unwavering peace in all aspects of my life. but if yer really curious, I got a message in a tarot readin' video and through the spinoff of adventure time that just came out, not too long ago on max. Fiona and Cake. the shit they say in the show is... I can't even explain how it made me feel, just finished watchin' the entire series today. it was everything I needed to know, I asked my subconscious for an answer that only I would understand and what would ya know... i love musicals and animated shows/movies, and behold, i gotta damn combo. i definitely recommend it to my fellow manifesters!!! they literally talk about how easy it is to create yer own REALITIES in the damn show... that's what we fuckin' do!!!!

how do I write a letter to myself?

address yourself a letter as 'dear subconscious' and then get to writin'. you're literally sendin' yerself a letter, say whatever ya want in it, write yer secrets, write yer fears, write yer dreams. ask yer subconscious whatcha need to do to get yer dream life guaranteed and ya shall receive. some people may not like the idea of this but, what's the harm in a lil' conversation with yerself and findin' out the answers ya need. It can especially help ya if you've been strugglin' for a while, 'specially with all ya folks out there who've been on yer void journey for multiple years. what better way to get yer answers than to speak to yerself through yer own mind... wah, that sounds fuckin' coconuts but I stand by it.

essentially, this is just a combo of commandin' yer subconscious and scriptin', that's not hard at all. and who said ya gotta handwrite it? ya can type it out on yer phone or even yer computer if ya want, do whatever feels good and allows ya to write out yer guts and frustration. after that, ya can relax and see what happens next. that's all in this post! thanks for readin' and I hope ya get the answers ya seek! until next time!~

p.s. this ain't a challenge, it's just another way to get to know what you need to do to accomplish your dreams as the individual creator of yer reality. you'll know when yer answers come. hell, might even come to ya in the middle of the night or even in a random movie in the form of a quote that is far too relatable to yer situation ya decided to sit down and watch one day. kinda like what happened with me... hehe.

[sumtheamazinglysickauthor]

Xyx’s Birthday - A Xyx Fic

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Happy Xyxday everyone! Of course I had to post something special on this special day. Love you Xyx! Happy birthday to my handsome husband. Enjoy!

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Today wasn’t a normal day. Not at all. Now, it wasn’t anything bad. The complete opposite actually! It was your husband’s birthday. You woke up in the morning to make the man fairybread before he left, which he teased you a bit about. The day Xyx, the very handsome charmer of yours (and the troll of your group) came to this world. You were not going to mess this up. Every year, you try to do something to make this day special. One thing was for certain: you would make sure this man knew how much you appreciate him being born.

Which brings you to where you are. Trying to learn how to make a pavlova after putting the beautiful cake you made in the refrigerator. You glanced over at the array of dishes you'd already prepared: golden, flaky sausage rolls that would no doubt be the perfect start to the feast, a savory quiche, his favorite snack foods, and an assortment of toppings and treats he’d teased you about all week. It was over-the-top, sure, but nothing was too much for him.

You looked at the clock. You had alot of time before the man came home. Though, you started getting notifications from the server. You took a quick look at the chat, which was basically a spam of xyx and birthday messages. You giggled.

 A smile tugged at your lips as you watched the chat blow up with well-wishes and teasing aimed at Xyx. He’d always been the life of the server, some would say the troll (everyone would, let’s be honest). This man might’ve been thinking all he’s getting is birthday messages and a cake. He had no idea what was waiting for him at home.

You made sure to wrap the presents with a smile on your face. You had this big idea, so no, you didn’t get him one. Some were things you knew xyx would want, while others were little inside jokes and memories.

You checked the table one more time, adjusting the napkins, and ensured the pavlova looked picture-perfect with its glossy meringue and fresh berries. You looked at the creation. It looked so delicious.

You put it next to the fairybread, made sure everything was covered so nothing would get on the food, and left to the couch. You got another ding from the server, this time from the #deleted channel that you and xyx shared. You liked how he still talked to you there even though the two of you had a limitless amount of ways to contact eachother. This was the first. This was what brought you where you are now.

xyx: bzzt, doll come in, bzzt

You: Reporting in!

 xyx: that was fast, babe.

xyx: were you waiting for me?

He adds a bloom smug emoji.

You: Why ofcourse!

You: How could I not?

xyx: of course.

xyx: what’re you up to, doll?

You: Just planning a surprise for someone.

xyx: oh? who might that be?

You: Someone very special. Can you guess what it is?

xyx: hmm…

xyx: is it money?

You let out a chuckle.

You: Afraid not. You’re out of guesses.

You: You’ll just have to wait and see.

xyx: That’s too bad.

xyx: i was hoping to cash in on that surprise.

You: Mhm

You: When are you coming home?

You were excited to see this man look at all the things you did. Of course– it wasn’t done in one day. You had to be sneaky these past few days in order for him not to notice you making all these things.

xyx: miss me already?

You: Can you blame me?

xyx: not at all.

xyx: i’m pretty irresistible.

You smile, rolling your eyes.

You: So? What time?

xyx: on my way right now

You: Are you walking?

 xyx: to my bike, yes.

You: Alright. See you when you get here.

xyx: See ya soon, love.

You close your phone, excitement bubbling inside you as you made your way back to the kitchen. The clock ticked down, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Xyx’s reaction to the surprise.

You took a few moments to rearrange everything and make sure everything was fine. Then you heard him. Xyx. You heard his footsteps and the door unlocking.

The door swung open, and Xyx stepped inside, shaking off the chill from outside. You could hear him calling out, “Doll, I’m home!”

You gave your biggest grin and jumped out, arms wide. “Surprise!”

He looked at the multiple wrapped gives, some wrapped in custom wrapping papers. There was one of his face– a drawing of it, a cat picture, his profile picture, etc. He looked at it, eyes widening in disbelief.

A slow smile spread across his face. “What is all this?”

“The birthday you deserve.”

You lead him to the dining table, where you had all the food ready. So what if it was just the two of you– and Cat, but they eat cat food– you went all out.

Xyx stepped further inside, his gaze darting between the table overflowing with food and the colorful presents. “You did all this?” he asked, genuinely astonished.

“Do you like it?”

“Like it?” he raised a brow, smirking, “No. I don’t like it. I love it. So much!”

Instead of going towards the food or the present, he hugs you, squeezing you tight.

“You didn’t have to do all this, ya know? Would’ve been just fine with a movie night or something.”

You melted into his embrace, feeling a warmth spread through you. “But I wanted to! You mean so much to me, and I wanted to make your birthday special. You’re special, Xyx.”

He looks into your eyes.

“Love…”

He starts kissing you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as a wave of warmth envelops you both. You pull back, though.

“Okay, okay.” you giggle out, “We need to eat, birthday boy.”

“Fair, I suppose. I’ll get you back for that, though.” he replies with a mock pout, releasing you from his embrace and stepping back to admire the spread on the table.

“Looking forward to it.” you say as he smirks.

The two of you sit down infront of eachother, as you eat. You smile at his sly compliments and let out a few chuckles.

After devouring the main course, you feel pleasantly full, but dessert is still calling. “Ready for the pavlova and cake?” you ask, excitement bubbling inside you.

“I was born ready, doll.”

You bring both out, but you make him wait a second to call both of your  family and friends so they could sing with you. The server was already in the voice channel. You brought your different gadgets to the dining table so they can see Xyx and Xyx can see them. He smirks at you, giving them a wave.

“Hey everyone!” Xyx calls out, waving with a playful smirk. His excitement is contagious, and you can see everyone lighting up at the sight of him. Though, so did you, so could anyone really blame them?

As everyone settles in, you feel a rush of joy at the thought of sharing this moment with them. “Okay, everyone! Are you ready to sing?”

“Wooo!” you hear Nightowl say in support.

Xyx’s parents look at their son. So do yours, smiling. NakedToaster is– for what seems to be the first time– isn’t grinding on FFXIV, and it isn’t a surprise honestly. June and Biglady look hyped. Onion was being Onion, but seemed sort of cheerful. Quest was, too. Two was trying to help Salocin.

After a few minutes, everyone was ready.

You glance at Xyx, who looked more than a little touched by the whole scene. He’s beaming at everyone, clearly enjoying the love and attention.

“One, two, three!”

The room fills with voices as everyone begins to sing. Laughter and harmony blend together and Xyx is grinning from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling with delight, cutting the cake. You can see his parents beaming with pride, and your own family joins in the chorus, their voices ringing out with happiness.

Finally, everyone claps, wishing him a happy birthday and showering him with cheers.

Soon, you had to open the presents, and some of you’re devices were almost out of battery. So after Xyx said his thank yous and you both said farewells to them, you got off the calls and quickly charged some of your devices, before running back.

“Now for your Xyxday gifts.” you say, as he grins at the name, his eyes flicker in amusement and curiosity.

He opens them one by one, smirking at you for the monopoly money and little troll figure, before finding a tongue twister mug, and opening a little golden bike statue. While he takes out a special gift, you play a video. Some clips of you screen recording video calls and messages, multiple memories and nostalgia enter the room. As he opens the gift, a golden, heart shaped locket with a picture of the people he’s loved by, including you.

“So you know we’re always there.”

He looks at you, sincerity in his eyes.

“Love…”

You look at his eyes. His beautiful, gorgeous dark green eyes with white pupils.

You can’t think before he pulls you into a kiss, deepening it every second. You can feel the warmth radiating between you as he kisses you, his hands gently cradling your face. The world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in this moment.

You pull away, breathless.

“Happy birthday, Xyx. I love you.” you say in his arms.

“I love you too, doll.” he says, before capturing your lips again.

Happy Birthday, Xyx! I love you.

Happy Xyxday!

[hereticpriest]

Hi ❤️ I would like to request NSFW Roman Sionis x female reader and them hooking up in his club (he’s kind of showing her off too)

Hello my dear! I hope you like this and it's to your taste. I couldn't help myself - Roman is such a disaster, I simply had to.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, very public sex, handjobs, p in v sex, cum-eating, dubious consent to recording of sexual activity, switch!Roman, dom in public submissive in private dynamic, references to edging, references to a proverbial (and very probably real) leash, references to canon-typical violence, some kind of derogatory internal dialogue from reader towards Roman, slightly manipulative reader if I'm being fair. Enjoy!

The bass thrums in your chest, your heart beating against your ribcage like it wants to escape as you grind in time with the music. Your hips wind in slow circles, head tilted back to expose the column of your throat as you dance for the crowd, but mostly for someone very special. Your hands reach for the air above your head, rolling your wrists, and you grasp the pole behind you in a reverse grip so you can pull yourself up onto it upside down. You hook your knee around it and slide down until your back hits the stage, your legs crossed in the air as the song comes to an end. A familiar laugh fills the air, followed by vigorous clapping that makes you smile as you tilt your head back and look at your patron. He grins at you, pride and arousal bright in his stupidly blue eyes as he throws a stack of cash across your prone body for the drama of it. Like you couldn’t have just told him to open his wallet without the dance. He was yours, after all.

Roman leans over you for an upside-down kiss that has you laughing against his lips, and he soon joins you, then drags you off the stage to settle in his lap. You drape your arms around his neck, sliding your bottom across his thighs until your hips are pressed firmly into his. Another kiss has you grinning, and you bite his lower lip, then lean back before you release it. You’re making a show of it, certainly. The middle of his club, your body clad only in a black lingerie set that barely covers your bits, surrounded by people who watch with either hunger or discomfort. Roman likes a show. He’s a touch dramatic that way, and you’re happy to indulge him so long as you get what you want.

Once upon a time, you’d lived a very boring life full of very boring people being extraordinarily miserable. There wasn’t nearly this much laughter, or smiling, or even pleasure. Until, that is, you stumbled into a bar you definitely didn’t belong in and observed a man who clearly needed someone to hold his leash. He was beautiful, and disturbingly charming for such a giant manchild. Quick tempered, sure, but you could see the longing in his eyes in between the outbursts (two of which you witnessed in the mere three hours you spent in the club that night).

Yes, that was the night everything changed for you. Roman Sionis needed to feel big and powerful while dropping to his knees every night, and you needed to have control of your life for once while having a little fun. It was a match made in heaven. Seducing him was a simple task executed the night following once you'd adequately prepared. You stroked his ego, whispered sweetness in his ear while stroking something else equally satisfying for the man, your motions obvious to anyone in the club though no one dared disturb you, and told him he was a very good boy when he came across your fingers. Licking your hand clean had been the icing on the cake, and you found yourself in Roman’s apartment no more than an hour later, his head between your legs as you told him to be a good boy and make you come.

Now, don’t be mistaken. It wasn’t as if you didn’t like the man - you certainly do. You love him desperately. He just needed a little positive reinforcement, really. Someone who made him feel big and strong and powerful in public but brought him to his knees and held a firm grip on his leash in private. Someone with half a brain cell in their skull since the rest of his operation thus far had a net zero, and he was too temperamental to use his own pretty little head half the time. Someone who knew him inside and out, who would never betray him, and would give him everything he wanted so long as he returned the favour. 

Someone like you.

Nowadays, your life is grand. You dance when you want to, drink and eat whatever you like, prancing around in Roman’s club like you own it simply because you own him. Anything you ask for, you’re given. You fuck when you want, however you want, with very few things off limits. In the club, Roman takes you hard, showing you off to the crowd around you. At home, your sweet boy gives you anything you want and has to beg to come. The best of both worlds, all wrapped up in one man so stupidly handsome that you honestly can’t believe no one else has snapped him up. It’s not like it’s hard to keep him under control, if you know how. But, all the better for you - now he was all yours, and he would never have anyone else. Sometimes, it’s even quite fun when he lets loose, taking you so hard you see stars and struggle to walk the next day. It’s even better that you have a perfect excuse to force him to carry you around all day afterwards. Who wouldn’t want a human-shaped palanquin that just so happened to like being edged when he was naughty?

Walking into his club had been the best thing that ever happened to you, and you weren’t ever going to let him go. You wore his name around your neck in pretty gold, but he had yours tattooed over his heart. Who was the real winner here?

“Need you.” You whisper in his ear as you roll your hips into his, your fingers sliding through his hair to get a good grip. Roman moans against your shoulder, reaching between you to open his trousers as quickly as he can, and you only help him by pulling the panties of your getup to the side. Staring at your cunt as he clumsily unzips himself doesn’t seem to help him at all, and you watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows hard, the quietest little whine rising in his throat as he struggles. Finally, he frees himself and you lift your hips enough for him to swipe the head of his fat cock through your folds, notching at your entrance before sliding inside.

“Fuck!” Roman grunts, hands gripping your hips tight enough to bruise as he composes himself for the show. You know how much he likes to show everyone that you’re his, doing his best to make it look good as he fucks up into you, barely letting you do any of the work. He bites your neck just above your necklace, then kisses his way up the column of your throat to pull your lips against his and devour you. His tongue invades your mouth, claiming territory while you stroke his chest with both hands, digging perfectly manicured nails into his skin. Each thrust drives him deeper, splitting you open the way he always does, too thick to ever be easy to take. His fingers find your clit with learned precision, stroking eagerly across it the way you taught him since he was too spoiled to know how to please a woman properly before you.

You earned him through good, hard work. You earned everything you had. This? This man? He was your prize. Teachable despite his personality disorders, eager to please, and so goddamned pretty. He was yours, and you were his, and nothing would ever take him away from you. You’d kill for him, you realise as he pushes you down on top of the stage and ruts into you eagerly. Victor was usually the one to do the maiming and the killing for Roman, which was an arrangement you were happy enough with considering you’d never done much killing or maiming before. But, if push came to shove, you knew you would protect your boy too. Hopefully, you could keep that protection limited to stopping him from doing anything impulsive and stupid instead of putting a bullet between anyone’s eyes. But you would, if you had to.

“Fucking love you.” Roman growls into the softness of your lips, hips stuttering as he gets closer to the edge. You cup his cheeks, panting against his pliant mouth while you struggle to keep your eyes open as the club fades away into the background. Someone’s recording you on their phone only a couple feet away, but you couldn’t care less, because your man is about to come and he’s about to bring you along with him. Staring into Roman’s pretty blue eyes, you stroke your thumbs over his cheeks adoringly and clench around him.

“I love you, Roman.” You whisper against his lips, and that is what drives him hurtling into oblivion, a guttural groan against your mouth as if he’s been wounded by your devotion. He spills into you, filling you with his warmth, and enough cum that you thank your blessed stars you’ve been taking your birth control perfectly. He fucks it a little deeper with the last few pumps of his hips, and wipes every thought from your brain with a calculated roll of his fingers against your swollen clit, lavishing in the overstimulation as you come around him.

When you’re both quite finished, he covers you back up with the flimsy fabric of your lingerie, then gestures at the man who’s been filming the entire thing while he tucks himself away.

“Send me a copy of that. It’s so rare we get someone else to film for us.” Roman hums with a satiated smile, waving his hand for Victor to take care of it while he carries you off towards his apartment. You give a blissful sigh against his neck as he pushes open the door, your deft fingers undoing the buttons on his shirt so you can pull it open and look at your name on his skin. He’s blushing when you look up at him, and you grin, leaning up to kiss his chin.

“You should get ‘Good Boy’ somewhere nice and visible, so everyone knows exactly what you are, Roman Sionis.” You murmur, and he laughs even as you see him considering it.

“And what’s that, love?”

“Mine.”

[ravencincaide]

Every little girl dreams.. 

Summary: No one dreams of this type of wedding, let alone wants one like it, and yet that’s the only one you’re getting. Or when you and Chuuya make the decision to stick to your original plan, even if it's the opposite from perfect. 

Pairing:  fem!Reader x Chuuya

Inspired by Sweetober prompt 9: Deep kissing

Warnings: Cursing and light angst

My attempt to crawl out of the writers block I'm sitting in.

Enjoy~

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Every little girl dreams about their future wedding. A grand thing with dozens upon dozens of guests gathered to celebrate the union between two souls.The westerstyle church filled to the brim. A priest at the altar and the future husband waiting patiently for his soon-to-be wife. In this grand western style church, the pipe organ begins playing the all-too familiar wedding march.The flutter of flowers and the rustling of the white wedding dress as you walk down the aisle, past rows upon rows of gleeful faces of friends and family all wishing you the best, all envying you as you slowly stroll towards your happily ever after. 

Or perhaps you'd envision a traditional wedding at the shrine dressed in layers of silk and fancy kimono swearing your oath more privately, reserved for the gods ears to hear. The celebration would come right after, where your friends and family would cheer for you as you and your beloved feed each other your first bites of cake. You could even settle for a small wedding: a private event reserved for just a handful of guests. Somewhere in exotic or exquisite flower gardens on bright green grass under the open skies. The grand dress, replaced with something simpler; like a suit or even a formal attire. 

Yes, there were many things you wanted for your dream wedding. And there were many things you were willing to compromise on for the sake of tying the knot with that special someone. Yet this– this was not something that was a part of anyone's wedding plans. A gloomy bitter seemingly unplanned union that was your reality. 

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your original attire was stained in blood and you were forced to improvise with what you had on hand:your workwear. A dark blue lace blouse with puffy sleeves and white pearl buttons, black skin-tight silky pants and high heels to match. You put your hair up in a bun and decorated it with matching white and blue pearls pins. You made sure to undo the top button in a feeble attempt to look less work-like and chose to forgo your usual black mafia coat. You spend a few moments wiping away the dirt from your heels and removing your chipped nail polish. As if fooling yourself into feeling pretty. you applied a small dot of the perfume sample you found in your pouch on your wrists and behind your ears. The scent was unfamiliar but not awful.  You chose to keep your weapons on you however, for a ‘just in case’ scenario. 

Then you strolled out of the cabinet-like room you borrowed. 

The small wooden church on the outskirts of Yokohama was, like you, in an equally unimpressive state. Most of the wood around the church had rotten long ago; the benches in the mass halls on either side of the isle were broken, scorched or damaged. A few paces away was a gaping hole in the ceiling. Off to the side stood the pipe orgel ready to produce music but with no musician in sight. The altar was the only piece of the church that did not suffer any damage. If anything it looked cleaned and well-polished as if the priest had taken his time to clean this spot up while the two of you got ready.

The door to the right of the altar opened and two men stepped out: the priest and Chuuya. 

Chuuya was dressed in his usual work attire which had taken a bit of beating during the previous fight: the clothes were not first freshnes with the exception of a clean white blouse underneath the gray vest. Even his black coat was ruffled; damaged from hundreds of bullets and weapons that had been sent flying towards him. Not injured but not completely unscratched either. The most pristine thing about him were his shoes: newly polished and sophisticated- a glimpse of the Chuuya you’ve always known. 

Without a word he took a few steps away from the priest and towards the nearest bench. He tosses his coat onto it, then his guns and weapons. 

“ Sweetheart I think we can survive without weapons for five minutes” Chuuya tried to lighten the mood with a joke as he beckoned you over. You followed his example of disarming yourself. Then you took his hand in yours and stepping up to the altar before the priest. 

Chuuya didn’t bother lying that you looked stunning, beautiful or breathtaking on your wedding day and you didn’t bother lying to say he looked as handsome as always. You were thankful for this little bit of truth. You did take a moment to wipe away a drop of dried blood from the back of his neck before turning back to face the man with the bible. Chuuya squeezed your hand in reassurance and gratitude, and you did the same. 

The priest ran his eyes from you, to Chuuya, and then lingered on your interlocked hands. He chose not to say anything about it.“ Are you two sure you would like to proceed with this marriage union right now and not wait until after the war?” 

You looked at Chuuya, expecting him to scream ‘are you a fucking idiot?' 'abort' or ‘too low-quality’ instead he turned to you with a serious look on his eyes and a laidback playful smirk just itching to split his expression into something more familiar, loving and playful. A controlled chaos- a fire burning for you. You replied with a small smile and a squeeze of his hand. You could see Chuuya resisting the urge to drive his free hand into his pocket in a typical delinquent style- an attempt to hide his nervousness. Although it would not have mattered if he did that : with no guests or witnesses. There was no one but the priest to judge you two. 

When the priest didn’t start, Chuuya finally broke the silence:“ if we’re going to be on the frontlines with no guarantees, then I’d much rather get formalities out of the way so we can stand together as husband and wife” 

You gave his hand another squeeze in agreement before you spoke “ Father, we waited a long time to get married. It doesn’t have to be perfect or expensive, as long as we come out of here united in the eyes of the government, emperor and god.”     

“ Have you prepared your wedding vows?” the priest asked with a small frown of disapproval. 

“Ehh we’ll just do the traditional ones, right doll?” Chuuya looked the slightest bit flustered. As if he had completely forgotten that there was more to the ordeal than just showing up in front of the priest. 

You could feel your heart drop in your stomach, anxiety spiking. Was this really all for nothing? The time you spend getting here all wasted over a forgotten piece of paper? You clutched Chuuya’s hand tighter in your own, while you silently prayed that the priest would still find it in his heart to help you two get married. 

Your prayers were answered. 

The priest opened the bible and stretched out pieces of paper towards you and Chuuya. Once copy each. “ I had that suspicion and brought copies with me. Alter them how you see fit so they feel more natural. The vows should come from the heart” The priest stood patiently as both of you read the vows through and altered them with a borrowed pen. Then he started the ceremony. 

You both stood patiently and attentively listened to the priest: out of the corner of your eyes you could see Chuuya. He was trying his best to contain his emotion, the edges of his lips just itching to spread into a wide grin or nervous laughter. Who would have thought the deadliest and fanciest mafia executive would be getting married, with no friends or family, in such a dumpy church. Indeed the thought made you want to both laugh and cry all at once. Ohh the irony of life.

At the priest's motion you turned to face Chuuya as he spoke his promises of eternal love; in sickness and in health, through sorrows and laughs. Through poverty and bad decisions as well as blessings and good times: “And I promise to love you till death do us part, my Sweetheart” 

You turned to face Chuuya as he took your hand in his hand and held it tightly. He then raised your hand and placed a golden band, adored with precious gems and intricate weaving of the metal on your finger.  

You gripped his hand tighter, your heart soaring as you recited your vows. As you spoke of your promise to love him no matter the hardships, through sickness and health, through faithfulness and betrayal, through lies and truths. “ and until death do us part, my love”

You did the same for Chuuya, raising his hand, you tugged the glove off. You felt him tense ever so slightly and you squeezed his hand again, reassuringly before slipping the thick golden band on his bare finger. “ Just once, for a few moments, let it sit on your bare skin please” And he squeezed your hand in turn agreeing and accepting. 

The priest held his breath before his face broke up into a smile: “ It is my pleasure to pronounce you husband and wife.” His eyes ran from your bright smile with tears threatening to spill from your eyes to Chuuya’s expression which matched your own. Incredibly happy, and unbelievably sad. When neither of you moved the priest urged you to, giving you his permission and blessings: “You may now kiss the bride” 

The kiss that you shared was deeper and more passionate than what was appropriate in a church. But the priest merely averted his eyes to give you some privacy. After all this kiss signified both a joyful Hello to a new beginning and a mournful goodbye..

[5eraphim]

Oof sorry for another one but can you do something where engi and you have your first date together at his house, but you have a tiny bit of an odd feeling about him. He's very sweet, but almost overly nice. He offers to make dinner for you and you say yes, but what you don't know is that he put aphrodisiacs in your food.

These prompts were so fire! So freaking fun to write for, thank you for these!!! I feel like ever since I've been writing short stories I've wanted to write a "you don't love me, you love how being loved make you feel" confrontation between reader and their yandere- very cathartic to finally get that scene out of my head and into a finished work!

Title: Birthday Cake

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, YOU KNOW THIS ISNT FOR YOU)

Content Warnings: MAJOR daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, aphrodisiacs, yandere, toxic relationship, forced intimacy, fingering, possessiveness

Word Count: 7k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you're whispering 'where have you been?' I say, 'I've been lost but I'm here now. You're the only person who has wver been able to find me.'" unknown title, Sue Zhao

You should've known better than to give in to the kindness of strangers. Well, perhaps not strangers, but the excessive displays of affection from your teammate Engie had long since worn out their novelty. You'd only been a member of the team for a few months yet, ever since then, Engie'd taken a certain special liking to you, something which bothered you right away. It wasn't your style to accept being fussed over by anyone, but no matter how you tried to politely push him away, he never seemed to take the hint. 

What really surprised you was his latest act of kindness, inviting you to his place to share a meal together. A birthday dinner, his treat. You knew you never told him your birthday or anyone else for that matter, and you couldn't even guess how he found out or how long he'd known, and honestly, you weren't sure you wanted to know. You initially tried to politely decline, planning to make up some lie about plans to call family after work to celebrate. But he was stubborn, absolutely refusing to take no for an answer.

Something about his forwardness bothered you, but still, there were worse ways to spend a birthday, and you agreed to meet up at his place later that night. Giving you a comfortable amount of time to get cleaned up and changed out of your work clothes before you found yourself at the address he provided you earlier. Knocking at the door, you tried to ignore your rising anxieties and let yourself believe Engie was your friend and you had no reason to be so skittish. Perhaps a little too friendly sometimes, but not someone who would ever hurt you.

Engie held the door open for you as you entered, leading you through the kitchen; the smell of well-seasoned food cooking on the stovetop and roasting in the oven overtook you before you entered. While you'd never actually stepped foot in Engie's home, it looked exactly how you'd imagined. A cozy rustic kitchen with a wood stove, gingham-printed curtains and tablecloth, and a grand wooden table in the center, modestly set for two. You could hear the lazy strumming of some folk song on the small radio on the dark wood of the kitchen counter over the crackling of the low fire burning in the furnace on the other side of the room. Engie lived alone, but you knew he regularly invited family over; the dinner table alone could easily sit 10, but something about the sight of the massive table set for only two made it look so lonely, and you couldn't help but imagine how empty it must look set for only one as Engie was no doubt used to.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Engie's eyes following you as you made your way inside, and you wondered when was the last time he'd had non-blood-related company over. While you were still a bit uncomfortable with his forwardness, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe he was just nervous, and you had no reason to feel uncomfortable around him. He was your friend, an ally, surely not one who would mean you any harm. 

You sat at one of the seats set for dinner, watching as he prepared two plates. Before he even opened the oven, the smell of Texan comfort food hung heavy in the kitchen and dining room. He kept the dishes he'd made in the oven to keep warm until you showed up, and judging by the considerable pile of dirty bowls and utensils piled by the sink, you reckoned he must've spent hours cooking. Watching from the table, you heard Engie humming as he pulled out a few deep dish bowls, unlidding them before loading up the two plates. He piled on roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, and thick cuts of meat you couldn't quite identify coated in a rich dark sauce, which were just the first things you noticed him dishing. 

He said to you from over his shoulder, "There's biscuits on the table for you if you need something to nibble while you're waiting." Like you were even that hungry. But if the biscuits were half as appetizing as what he was dishing out, you were certainly tempted. You pulled one from the cloth-covered basket in the center of the table and bit into the still-warm biscuit, watching him approaching with two full plates in hand.

"I made sweet tea fresh this morning; care for a glass?" Before you could say yes, he was already turning back around to fetch the pitcher from the fridge.

"You really pulled out all the stops tonight, huh?" You were joking, though simultaneously were genuinely overwhelmed by his generosity. He just chuckled, and you thought you heard him muttering something under his breath along the lines of, "Anything for you."

For a few minutes, you chatted politely, listening to the radio, enjoying the home-cooked meal, and feeling the stress of the day melting away as you genuinely enjoyed the taste of his cooking. 

"You made this all yourself?"

"Sure did! But it's all mamma's old recipes. You oughtta be thankin' her... How'd I do?" He smiled and tried to look modest, but the look in his eyes said, "I know it's perfect." 

"It's amazing; she must've taught you well." You saw a light blush coloring his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he looked down with a big smile. You hadn't expected he would get so flustered over such a simple statement. Though now that you thought about it, Engie was a bit friendlier this evening than normal, which for him was saying something. Perhaps it was for the best you tried to leave now before he got too carried away. Pulling away from the table slightly, you pushed your plate forward.

"Well, this has been wonderful, but I've had enough. Thank you so much for all this; you're so sweet." To your surprise, Engie's smile faltered for just a moment.

"You didn't finish…" He didn't look mad, but his face didn't entirely mask his disappointment. 

"It's been a long day, Engie, but I'm about ready to crawl into bed… You aren't upset, are you?"

He perked right up after you said, "Aw shucks, of course not! I understand! I'm not upset. I just hoped I'd get the chance to give you one last thing." 

Engie stood from his chair before you could ask what he meant by this, pulling something from the fridge, hiding it close to his chest, and out of sight from you. While you didn't know exactly what he was hiding, you consoled yourself by acknowledging, at least, whatever it was; it must've been quite small. He fidgeted with the thing for a moment before shutting the door to the fridge.

Engie smiled sheepishly, turning around, holding on to a little teacup saucer holding a miniature cupcake so small it could fit in the palm of your hand. A single little yellow birthday candle flickering on top.

"Engie, I can't accept this-'' You forced a nervous laugh while you felt guilty for letting him spoil you with dinner earlier; the cupcake made you feel even worse. 

"Sure I did; it's your birthday, ain't it?" He drew closer, depositing the little treat before you as the candle continued to burn, little trails of wax dripping down the sides. You were conflicted, feeling a combination of obligation to accept the gift he'd been saving for last and not wanting to take anything more from Engie after he'd done so much already. While you admittedly didn't eat too much of the dinner he prepared, just enough to show gratitude for his efforts and to keep him from noticing how you kept cutting up the food into tiny pieces, pushing them around on your plate. While you felt bad about wasting the food, you knew you'd be sick if you tried to force yourself to eat it all. 

There was no way you could get away with doing that with this. But you had to admit, it was pretty cute, and you didn't have the heart to turn him down now that that cupcake was right under your nose. Closing your eyes briefly, you inhaled before blowing out the candle, wishing silently to yourself out of this charmingly claustrophobic kitchen as fast as possible. Pulling the candle from the top of the cupcake, you held it in your hand for a moment before taking a bite.

You could've sworn you felt an oddness in the cake's texture for a split second when you swallowed. The cake was denser than you expected but tasted just as appetizing as it looked; you finished the tiny cake in a few bites. 

Engie smiled warmly, reaching over and squeezing your shoulder, "Happy birthday, buddy'." 

You were about to say something when you felt a bizarre warm feeling in the pit of your stomach, not unpleasant, just a little tingly. You took a deep breath, repositioning yourself in your seat, feeling a bit hot under the collar out of nowhere. Clearing your throat, you thought maybe the cupcake went down wrong, and there was a perfectly valid reason you felt so heated out of nowhere, but internally you felt a twinge of panic. 

If this were a sudden sickness, it was like nothing you'd felt before. You tried your hardest to keep composure, telling yourself this was all in your head, there's no way you were genuinely so suddenly weak out of nowhere, but your body wouldn't listen. Once again, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat, unable to find a comfortable position. So distracted by the warmth spreading from deep in your gut through the rest of your body you almost didn't notice how heavy your head felt or the dryness in your mouth. Placing both elbows on the table, you clasped your hands together, resting your head on top of your fingers to keep yourself from losing balance. 

Fortunately, Engie didn't seem to mind, or maybe didn't even notice, how quiet you were as he cleaned up the kitchen, humming softly to himself along with the radio. You heard his footsteps close behind. 

"I'll get this out of your way."

You cleared your throat again, nodding a silent "thank you" as he took the saucer away. While you knew there was something a little off about the taste of the cake, you couldn't put your finger on what.

Forcing yourself to take another steady breath, you scooted back in your chair a little bit to press your back harder against the back of the chair, rolling out your neck slightly as you started panting. Much to your dismay, however, this did nothing to extinguish the odd warm sensation in your gut, which felt like it was spreading so quickly to spite you. Thankfully, due to the room's low light, there was no way Engie could see the way your face had begun to heat up. You didn't know if you were blushing because of the new found warm feeling between your legs, the strain of trying to appear emotionless and unbothered, or the embarrassment of being caught in such a situation in the first place, or likely an unbearable combination of the three. 

You couldn't stop fidgeting, unclasping your hands to grip the chair's armrests as you backed up a little harder into your seat. Under the table, your legs, already crossed, began to squeeze a little tighter together, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a sound of frustration as you felt the skin of your breasts and nipples tingle a little, becoming more sensitive on account of whatever the hell it was going on inside your body."No, no, not the body- just in your head. It's all in your head; just take a few deep breaths, hug him goodbye, and you'll be out in no time. you've got this." You could feel your hands white-knuckling your chair's armrests as your head dipped forwards, eyes shutting as you tried to maintain composure. 

By now, your breathing had become rapid, and while you knew it was best to keep your head back to let in as much oxygen as you could, you no longer had that kind of inner strength. The best you could do now was pant as quietly as possible as that awful warmth intensified deep inside. You were scared, wondering what the hell had gotten into you, but to a lesser extent didn't care and wanted nothing but to grind your legs together even harder or slip a hand between your legs. To do something- anything, to satisfy the awful neediness between your legs. There was no denying it now; you were wet for sure.

This was agony. Your jeans felt a size too tight, the cotton denim like sandpaper against your legs, chafing your poor sensitive skin, to say nothing of the inseam of your jeans you were painfully aware of against your clit. Swallowing hard, had no idea you'd been salivating so notably. While the intensity of your arousal began to plateau, focusing on anything else like this was impossible. 

Before now, you tried to keep your eyes open, spotting against random objects you could see in the room to try and keep yourself grounded, but by now, your eyes were fluttering and shut against your will, and the room seemed to spin when you tried to focus on anything. The feeling of Engie's hand suddenly touching your shoulder, his fingers barely making contact, caused you to jolt fully upright in alarm. 

You had no idea how he got back to you so fast, nor how long he'd been standing over you like that, but you were rendered functionally speechless in surprise, looking up with him wide-eyed, your neck still bent forward slightly, unable to support the full weight of your head, forcing you to turn your face to make eye contact, feeling pathetic as he looked down at you from this position.

"Hey, did ya hear me? Are you feeling alright? You're looking a little, uh… warm." It was hard not to cringe hearing him speak like that. Engie could sense you were extremely uncomfortable, but you silently prayed he just thought you were feeling ill. Trying desperately to convince yourself he couldn't detect your sudden unexplainable arousal. He knew something was happening with you, and it was humiliating to hear him trying to be so polite about it. 

You managed to lean away from his touch; you tried to force yourself to straighten back up in your chair and were about to answer when a spontaneous throb of arousal caused you to tense up and shrink into yourself. Engie had to grab both your shoulders to keep you steady and prevent your head from crashing forward into the table. Despite this, you tried to wriggle away again but couldn't manage to shake his hold on you. 

You can hear him saying your name, his voice heavy with worry, only making you feel sicker. But your head felt too fuzzy to speak, no matter how hard you try to respond. Your mouth won't work, and you were forced to stay held in place until you manage to center yourself well enough to answer. Taking a shaky breath, you speak in a rasp,

"I'll be fine; I just need rest." You hardly sounded like yourself, so trembling and hoarse.

"Honey, c'mon now, you can tell me what's wrong." He tried to squeeze your shoulders a little to relax you, but you only whined slightly at the feeling of his strong fingers, feeling so supportive and stable against your limp, overheated body. You knew if his hands were enough to make your head spin like this, you needed to get out as fast as possible.

"Engie- I'm going home now." Even though your words were slurred, you managed to speak clearly enough to express that much, still fidgeting in your seat to try and break free from his hold on your shoulders. Your eyelids felt so heavy, your face so warm, all you wanted to do was change into your pajamas and get a little sleep. Wanting more than anything to get back in your own bed and get rid of the awful burning inside your body. But thinking like that was dangerous, and you didn't dare let your mind wander while you were already feeling so turned on.

"You can rest upstairs in my room, c'mon lemme help you up."

"No!" Your eyes shot open as you tried to lurch out of his grip like a cornered wild animal; you were already scared, and thinking about what would happen if he brought you up to his room only made things worse. 

"Don't take me up there! Wanna go home- please, please, not upstairs- I don't want to!" It was humiliating to hear yourself begging like a child being sent to bed early, but you couldn't stop. You tried to use your grip on the armrests to pull yourself away from Engie, but he was too strong, and all you would do was tire yourself out fighting like this. You couldn't tell if you were actually crying or if you just felt like you were. Trying to fight against the wicked desire quickly sapped all your inner strength; it hurt to try and keep up like this; you just wanted it all to be over.

"Hey, easy now, I've gotcha. I'm not gonna hurt ya-" Engie spoke to you like he was trying to calm a spooked mare. He let go of one of your shoulders to turn the chair you were sitting in away from the table so you were facing him before returning the hand to your shoulder. You were too embarrassed to look him in the eye, keeping your line of sight straight ahead on the wall behind him. Feel sick listening to him patronizing you like you were his little pet, not another grown adult, much less his own comrade.

"Then let go!" You meant to sound immature, but the meat you could manage was another childish pout. 

"I ain't lettin' go. You're not looking too good there, honey; if I let ya go, you're gonna hurt yourself. I ain't about to let that happen." Despite having to physically wrangle you like this, Engie sounded as calm as ever. You whined as your muscles went limp, as you finally gave in and let him hold you upright.

"Engie, I don't wanna- Please, just take me home…." Surely he could feel how you continued to tremble under his hold, maybe even picking up on how your skin was practically hot to the touch, but you didn't care. 

"Listen, I know you don't feel well, and you're lookin' even worse. My room is right upstairs; I want you to sleep in my bed until you're feeling better." Despite his syrupy-sweet voice, you still felt too disturbed to let your guard down.

"Don't make me go to your bed…" To your surprise, you could hear Engie laughing gently about this before feeling him help you up. You wrapped your arms around his forearms to help brace your weight a little while you struggled to find your footing before wrapping one of your arms around his neck, leaning entirely against him to support yourself. Your face was now painfully close to his, all while he merely regarded you with his easygoing smile.

"Aw honey, I wasn't gonna make us share the bed!" He winked before continuing, "Temptin' offer though it may be." Feeling your body pressed close against him like this was doing nothing to help your situation, you grit your teeth, forcing your face to turn from his to the stairs across the room. Without another word, he helped you make your way to the stairs.

A part of you wondered if he was going so slowly up the stairs to prolong your misery as long as he could; at least, that's what it felt like to you. You used one arm to grab his arm around your shoulders while the other white-knuckled the handrail; not once did his arms budge from either around your waist or from your shoulders, the side of his body crushingly tight up against yours. While the feeling of helplessness and discombobulation was wretched, you hated yourself for clinging so tightly against Engie, letting him lead you upstairs to his bedroom, despite your trepidation. 

When the two of you finally made it to the top of the staircase, you were about to step foot on the second floor when you felt Engie mumble something into your ear as you bit down on your lower lip to keep from moaning at the feeling of his lips grazing against your ear, breath fanning over the side of your face, and tickling your neck without warning. 

"Almost there now, honey. You're doing so good, just a little longer." You nodded, feeling as though your knees were about to give out at any second. 

By the time you reached the doorway of Engie's bedroom, you didn't wait for him to get the door first. You turned the knob yourself and pushed open the door, too blinded by the idea of finally getting to lay down to worry about waiting to be invited in first. Engie helped push the door open wider as the two of you staggered inside. You refused to stop moving until you were in bed, and with almost drunken, unsteady steps, you finally found your respite, crashing into the soft flannel sheets the moment your shin connected with the edge of the bed. 

Finally lying down, you lay, sprawled out on your back for a moment, giving yourself time to catch your breath. At last, you were lying down and in bed; nothing in the world mattered right now except for the cozy cotton sheets that provided you with a little nook to curl up inside of.

For just a moment, you felt better, the burning wasn't gone, but at least now it was a bit less uncomfortable. 

"Usually, I'd make the bed before the company shows up, but you look pretty cozy down there. Are you feeling any better, darlin'?" You didn't answer; rolling onto your side, away from the side of the bed where he stood, you buried your head in the pillows, twisting the sheets and blankets in your hands, pulling them closer. Not exactly to cover yourself with, but just to have something soft and comfortable to grip onto, something much better than the hardwood of your chair's armrest. But it was more than that. Something about being in his bed like this felt so perfect like you were exactly where you needed to be in the universe. You were hyper-aware of Engie's scent trapped in the bedding, shamelessly nestling your face directly into it, wanting to feel it all over you. No matter how embarrassing it was to be watched in a state like this for a moment, you allowed yourself to indulge. Writhing into the blankets, using them to wick the sweat from your forehead and neck, nestling your head into the nook where the pillows met the bed. 

You thought you could hear him chuckling from above, but you weren't sure, but the idea of him getting so much enjoyment watching you nestling into his bed made you self-conscious, making you whine in irritation, the sound almost entirely drowned out by the pillow. Still, the shame wasn't enough to keep you from wrapping both legs around the top blanket of the bed, spooning the fabric, feeling blissful but frustratingly unsatisfying on account of your jeans keeping the blankets from rubbing up against your bare skin. Despite the bed's softness, you somehow couldn't manage to get comfortable and couldn't stop from kicking and thrashing like a fish out of water. The smell of Engie flooding your senses was the only thing going through your mind, but it still didn't feel like enough. You could feel the bed dipping as Engie sat on the side of the bed, his hand against your shoulder, making you shiver and your nails dig into the blankets.

"Can't get comfy down there? You need me to grab you something to drink?" With a snicker, he continued, "Need daddy to read you a bedtime story?"

You frowned, looking up at him over your shoulder, "Don't talk to me like that."

"Aw c'mon, you know I'm only-" He tried to laugh it off, but for some reason, you found yourself more agitated than usual at his ribbing. 

"You know what I mean!"

"Pardon?" He lifted his hand from your shoulder as you rolled from your belly to your side to look at him. Something about the awful heat coursing through you made you more brazen than usual, and you could not stop yourself from acting confrontational.

"I hate when you act like that- When you look at me like you know better than me! You're not responsible for me. I don't need you to take care of me!" His brow creased as he looked at you, hurt, confused, and completely taken aback by your sudden attitude. Your breathing was ragged, and it was hard to keep your voice from rising. You didn't know where this anger was coming from, but it felt as though you were finally telling him how much you hated when he babied you. The suddenness and intensity confused you, but the catharsis was there all the same. Telling him how you really felt. For so long, you'd been forced to be professional and mild-mannered around your comrade while he would condescend and coddle you; to finally bear your emotions like this felt damn good.

Engie tried his best to force a small smile to mask the hurt you could still see in his eyes, "I don't do this because you're weak; I never said you were weak-"

You laughed bitterly, "Right, it's because you're just such a nice guy; how could I forget?"

Engie spoke slowly, "I only do this because I care about you; I only want what's best. You know that."

"You don't love me. You love how being needed makes you feel!" By now, you were certain you were crying and weren't even really talking to Engie; now, you were talking to him. In your heart, you weren't really mad at him, but you hated how weak you felt when he prioritized you over the rest of the team. You slackened a little, pulling the blanket up to bury your head in it, sobbing. After a moment, you felt his hand putting the top of your head.

"Of course I love you-" 

"No, you don't! You just want to protect the weak, isn't that right? That must be why you're always focused on me, right? I'm nothing but the weakest of the team to you! I'm nothing but a charity case; all you care about is making yourself feel better." You were helpless to stop all the awful insecurities you tried so hard to hide from the rest of the world from surfacing now. Engie huffed a little, moving his hand from your hair to your chin, forcing you to turn and look at him.

"So I'm the selfish one, is that it? I spend all this time with you, cook for you, let you sleep in my own bed, and that makes me the selfish one?" You had to bite back a moan at the feeling of his fingers gripping your face so tightly.

"You slipped me something, didn't you?" It was a surprise to hear your voice so level after screaming and crying. Engie looked more surprised than offended by your words but didn't say anything to his defense.

"I bet you did this, didn't you! Fucking hell, you'd do anything to be the hero- to just come to everyone's rescue. You don't care about me; I bet you don't even like any of the rest of us!"

His eyes narrowed. "Don't say that."

"That's the only reason I'm here, isn't it? You wanted to get me all alone, slip me God knows what so you could take me here and wait till it knocked out to start touching yourself over my unconscious body. You've been planning this, haven't you!" Despite your harsh words, Engie didn't look offended. Nothing worked, no matter how you tried to anger or convince him to kick you out. He merely sighed, face softening as his fingers gently caressed the side of your face.

"Let it out, sweetheart; you've had a long day. Just get it out of your system; you'll be alright." You didn't say anything in return, and for a moment, you wondered, "Would it really be so bad to let him have his way?" Your eyes drift shut as you feel Engie's fingers brush away your tears, smoothing back your hair. No matter how you tried to deny it, letting, him treat you like his little girl felt good. Why had you fought him back for so long? Now that you weren't fighting back, his touch no longer felt smothering but soothing. And you felt in that moment that he was the only thing in the world that could satisfy your desire.

"I'm gonna get you a change of clothes, just lay back." The bed creaked a little as he lifted himself from the mattress.

You spoke in a broken, pitifully small voice, "I shouldn't have said that."

"I know you didn't mean it." He was in the same room but sounded so far away you wanted him back in bed.

"It was still wrong to say.." As he returned to his perch by your side, you twisted in bed, laying on your side.

He smiled, "I forgive you." You wanted to say you didn't deserve it, but at the moment, you couldn't find the words; all you could manage to do was stare at him with puppy eyes.

"Do you want me to help you out of your clothes?"

At first, you were about to question why he was acting so brazen, but then you realized at some point during your fight you'd started to wriggle in bed nervously, mindlessly pawing at your bottoms, trying to pull them off while your fingers were too numb and awkward to work the buttons or the zipper. Time felt like it slowed down for a moment; the two of your eyes locked as you understood the weight of his question. You nodded. 

"I need to hear you say it." Engie's soft voice is as assuring and gentle as ever, yet unmistakably firm. While you were putting up a fight for a while there, you both knew who was really in charge here. Forcing yourself to keep eye contact, you managed a "yes, I would." Engie's sweet smile betrayed his dirty mind. 

"Roll back over onto your stomach." You didn't understand why he wanted this, but you immediately complied. You bit down on a pillow to muffle the sounds you made when you felt Engie's fingers find your jean's button, undoing it and pulling the zipper all the way down just as easily, while you couldn't help but whine and twitch at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your bare underbelly, and the sensation of his fingers over your clothed pubic mound for just a second as he undid the zipper. You took a deep breath after the zipper was undone, feeling the most relief you'd felt all night. He gave you a moment to breathe deeply before his hands made their way to the waistband of your jeans and, with a few tugs, pulled them past your hips as you kicked your legs to try and help him remove the awful denim from your body. Your thighs spread wider, blessedly now unrestricted against Engie's blankets while he looked down at the beautiful sight. You couldn't help but sigh audibly into the pillow; at long last, you were free.

"Shirt too?" You mumbled, but Engie understood what you wanted, grabbing the bottom hem of your top as he pushed it up and over your head with your bra while you slid your arms through the sleeves. Leaving you stripped down to nothing but your underwear. The feeling of his sheets, his smell now directly below your skin, felt heavenly, your tits perking up a little, still tingling from earlier as you rubbed yourself over the bed, breathing heavily in through your nose and out through your mouth. While Engie was more than excited to finally get a chance to get his hands on you, he wasn't about to rush you here.

You were entirely right to call him out for planning this, and despite a few snags along the way, the evening was shaping up exactly how he hoped it would. And while he expected your hesitation and your near-certain anger when you realized he was responsible for your current situation, Engie had every confidence that in just a bit of time, you would be thanking him for all this. All he had to do was wait, and for you, he'd wait forever if he must.

He trailed his feeling hand down the curve of your ass as you felt the rubber glove brushing against the swell of your hip. His fingers playfully drummed along the flesh of your ass while you shivered and bit down a little harder on the pillow in your mouth.

"I forgive you, and I love you- but you outta know how to watch that mouth of yours." 

" 'M sorry, it won't happen again." You babbled, half talking to him, half speaking into the pillow. You weren't strong enough to look him in the eye, but you were just horny enough to tell him whatever he needed to hear.

"Oh, I'm sure it won't. But someone ought to teach you a lesson." You felt his ungloved fingers squeezing against the flesh of your ass, assuring you of exactly where his attention was. Knowing you had his full attention elicited another stir of excitement inside you.

"Mhm?" He spoke softly, but you could pick up on the dark edge of his words even in such an inebriated state.

"Maybe this is my fault. I've been spoiling you all this time, and I haven't even laid a hand on you." Using his gloved hand, he gave a little testing pat against your rear, not hard at all, but enough to make a sharp smacking sound fill the room. You sighed at the feeling; he was right; he was being too soft, and you needed more. Needed his attention now more than ever before.

You were about to say something, anything to urge him on, but he literally beat you to it, his glove slapping against your ass again, a little bit harder this time, forcing you to bite down onto his pillow to muffle your little shriek of surprise. The residual soreness didn't have time to set in fully before you felt another blow, followed by another and another and another. Not harder or softer, he set a steady rhythm for the two of you. You could feel the blood rushing to the sore area and couldn't imagine how red you must've looked.

It felt good to be used like this. To feel held accountable for taking advantage of "the nice guy" for so long. Now he wasn't going easy on you, and it was exactly what you needed. By accident, his hand struck a little closer to your cunt than he intended; maybe he didn't aim right, or perhaps you accidentally spread your legs too wide. You didn't know. In response to this feeling, you spread your legs even wider.

"Maybe I ought to bring you off the battlefield and back home with me. Set ya to work on the old Conagher farm. I know it'll do ya real good to get outta the city, give ya a 'lil perspective. You'd fit right in; I can see it now." He was mostly rambling to himself than actually speaking to you, but you followed along all the same. In any other situation, you'd never let him get away with implying he could so easily take you home and "tame you," but given how horny you already felt, you were ready to tell him everything he wanted to hear if it meant you would finally get some satisfaction.

"I'll go anywhere with you! Please, Engie, please keep going; I fucking need it! I-I need you so bad, Daddy!" You peeked your head over your shoulder and felt your heartthrob at the sight of his face softened with love and eyes twinkling like little stars. Good Lord, would you give anything to cum on that beautiful face of his. You weren't aware of the wet spot of drool he could see from where you were biting down on the pillow and the mess of spit around your lips. 

He used his thick fingers to brush against the soaked fabric covering your sex; the feeling of at last getting a bit of friction between your legs made your head roll forward, crushing your face into the pillow, mindlessly rocking your hips against his fingers.

"You're gonna be good for me from now on? No more attitude?" He was moving too slow, intentionally shying his fingers away whenever you tried to get closer, mocking your neediness. While you were reduced to a wet, mindless mess sobbing incoherently, "Yes, I will! I promise I'll be good; I promise I'll be good! Please, Daddy, please, Daddy- I need it so bad, please!"

His fingers paused, directly over exactly where you needed them, his glove gripping the curve of your hip, keeping you from grinding against him, forcing you to remain painfully in place, the strain of staying in this position its own hell on Earth. "You promise you'll behave?"

Without missing a beat, you kept, "I promise!" 

You can hear his proud smile without looking back at his face. "All right, darlin', if you promise." He sounded just like a proud father; no wonder he stepped into the role so well. 

He continued to grope at your ass with his gloved hand, pushing your underwear to the side as he finally slipped his fingers inside. By now, you were practically too weak to keep grinding against him, but fortunately, you wouldn't last much longer. You felt like you were on edge for hours, and feeling Engie's fingers working their magic inside your body was that last little push you needed to send you over the edge. His thumb worked in sync with his fingers, a thick coating of your slick messily seeping from inside, helping him to go even faster. 

You wished you didn't have to be on your stomach, Engie sitting off to the side, so far away. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, feel his naked flesh against your body, but inhaling his smell and grinding against his sheets would have to do for now. You spread your thighs wider as you felt yourself clenching against his fingers, your climax so close it hurt. Back arching as you mindlessly pushed yourself even harder against his fingers, the intensity building until you finally came. Seeing all white as relief washed over your entire body, the tension easing up as pleasant little after-shocks began to set in. The awful burning desire inside satisfied as you went limp, settling heavily into his bed with a heavy sigh. 

By now, the sheets were dampened by your sweat, though you were too tired to care much, feeling no real discomfort while laying in a little puddle of your own sweat. While Engie's handiwork had mercifully taken care of the burning inside, you could tell your head wasn't quite clear yet. The loopy, needy feeling now morphed into comfortable drowsiness, making your afterglow feel all the sweeter. You winced a little while Engie withdrew his fingers and the vague sensation of your wetness sloppily trailing his hand. You could hear him wiping the slick off onto the bedsheets before petting the top of your head gently.

"Feelin' better now?" Your tongue felt too heavy in your mouth to formulate any words, but you nodded, making a quiet sound of affirmation while your head remained buried in the pillows. 

"And what do we say when someone does something nice for us?" He sounded easygoing, but you knew he wanted a real answer out of you. Turning your head to rest a cheek on the pillow, you sleepily half-opened one eye to try and focus on him.

"Thank you, Daddy." It was a dull mumble of an answer, but it appeased him well enough. He ruffled your hair before you could hear the sound of Engie undressing, letting his button-up shirt and stiff work pants join your jeans on the floor. By the time he nestled up in bed with you, wrapping your limp body up with his strong arms, you were already more than half-asleep. Maybe the excessive fatigue was a side-effect of whatever slipped earlier. For a moment, you wondered if you would wake up with a hangover or not, but the thought left your head almost as quickly as it came. Even without the mystery drug in your system, it was certainly possible that your brain was better off trying to shut down and try not to think too hard about what just happened and even less about what the morning might bring.

Within your final moments of coherency, you could feel your body pulled against Engie's bare chest until you were close enough to rest your cheek against his flesh. He tucked your head under his chin as he muttered to himself.

"I wasn't lying' when I said I love you, honey. I love you more than anything else; I'd never lie about that."