#Happy birthday to you dear friend ♥

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader: afab!reader Character: Eustass Kid Kink: #15 Bratty Reader Prompt: #20. "Kiss me like you missed me." Gift Giver: @swampstew

Summary: Eustass up and vanished for a whole day, and gave orders to keep you on the ship no matter what. Then he had the audacity to expect a warm welcome.

Content Notes: oral sex (reader receiving), of course he calls them mouse, vaginal sex, inappropriate use of a devil fruit >.>, cream pie, swearing, short but mighty - fluffy end

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

Kid’s golden amber eyes were on you like a predator watching its prey. His head was between your thighs, and after a few teasing kisses against them, he was now buried in your cunt, eating you like a man starved.

It felt good.

It felt really good.

But you’d be damned if you were going to let him know how good it felt, or how much you missed him.

He’d been gone before you woke up, and came back so late you were truly dead to the world by the time he came to bed. The day had dragged without him around and no one on the ship seemed to know what had kept him. Only that Hip and Hop had explicit orders to keep you aboard. No exceptions.

When you’d woken up, wrapped in his arms, you’d wriggled yourself free with the intent of just being somewhere else when he woke up. Your movements, careful as they were, had been enough to wake him. After you’d refused to kiss him, and he’d refused to tell you what he was up to, you ended up here.

Kid was certain he could fix your bad attitude and had spent the last ten minutes kissing your body and stripping away your pajamas. You didn’t deny him, didn’t tell him to stop, but you refused to kiss him back until he told you what he was up to.

Damn him and his skills.

The first soft moan escapes you, and you can feel the grin on his face with his lips pressed against your pussy like they were. There was no winning for you now, and even if you didn’t want to give in, your body was done trying to protest.

Your legs trembled as he gripped your hips and twirled his pierced tongue against your clit. Your hands grabbed the sheets so roughly your knuckles were white, and a much louder moan was ripped from your throat as he sucked harshly on the bundle of nerves.

You could feel the familiar hum that followed his devil fruit power, and nearly swore as a smooth, round, long, and cold metal object began to rub your slit, just below his lips. It was a gift you had given him some time ago, a perfectly smooth glob of metal that you had happened upon after a particularly fierce battle.

It reminded you of a wish stone, aside from the fact that it wasn’t a stone, but for Eustass Kid it was a perfect one. You told him about wish stones, gave it to him and just left it at that. It had been a few months before either of you had admitted your feelings.

You were delighted to know he kept it on him all that time, but you couldn’t believe what he was getting ready to do with it.

“Is… is that my g-gift?” You didn’t want to talk, you didn’t want to give an inch, but you were too surprised by the revelation.

Eustass only looks at you, spreading your legs wide as he teases your clit with his teeth. Your body freezes, if you buck you could hurt yourself, but the hard, almost sharp sensation of his teeth against your throbbing clit was sending lightning through you.

The brute could be terrifyingly precise when he wanted, and you’re nearly whimpering as the metal wish stone pushes into your cunt. You can’t move, you can’t twitch, all you can do is accept every single drop of pleasure. The stone’s nothing compared to Kid, but it’s vibrating as it slides back and forth inside you while he pays careful attention to your clit.

The pleasure’s building, your toes are flexing, and you’re worried you’re going to leave holes in the sheets as you try not to move.

“Kid – Kid, please. Please. I ca-can’t take it!” You cry as the pleasure seems ready to overwhelm you. You need to move, you can’t stay perfectly still when you cum, you know you can’t, and you want to squirm and scream and cry for him on top of it.

Everything stops, except for a few heavy, lazy licks from Eustass against your shivering clit.

“You miss me, mouse?” He questions evenly, bright eyes regarding you from beneath hooded lids.

You almost cry, nodding. “Yeah.”

“Gonna show me how much you missed me?” He prompts, the wish stone slipping out of you and into Kid’s hand as he changes positions, caging himself over you.

You nod as thick arms hook your legs and push them open, Eustass Kid leaning down closer to you as his heavy cock presses against your clit. You reach out as he leans down closer, letting your hands disappear into his fiery red hair, pulling yourself up to meet him and kissing him.

The press of your lips together included the push of his throbbing cock into your pussy. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly as you gasped from the pleasure, Kid leaning into you and diving into the kiss as he thrusts deep inside you. He took you, devouring your cries and moans with relentless and aggressive kisses as his hips slapped into your thighs.

He was so precise. So exacting. Even at his most bruising, Kid took you to the limit he intended. Limits you weren’t even originally certain you could reach. Not just behind closed doors either.

“K-Kid!” You cry, your voice muffled by the continued kisses. His lipstick is a mess on his face, it’s a mess on yours, you’re sure. How late did he get back, that he didn’t even clean it off?

“Yeah, sweetheart?” The question falls from him in a grunt as he continues to pound into you.

“F-fuck, fill me up, please!” You beg, feeling yourself melt at the glint in his eyes as the devious grin slips along his face.

“Missed you too, mouse.” He grins before leaning down and kissing you again. His tongue pushing past your lips as he commands control of both of your mouths.

Your body tenses, shivering against the immovable will that his Eustass-goddamned-Kid as the pleasure within you crests. Your cry of pleasure breaks the kiss as you’re squirming uselessly under him. His lips find your neck instead, teeth and tongue leaving their mark and urging more desperate growls of pleasure from you as you orgasm against him.

A few heavy thrusts, a satisfied grunt that sinks into your neck, you can feel his pleasure already leaking down your body. He slumps against you, head resting against your chest, as you both just enjoy the quiet afterglow for a moment.

You wonder idly if he got any sleep at all last night, and what could he possibly have been up to? What the hell happened yesterday that would leave Kid docile and spent after a single round?

It would be some hours before you would know. The velvet wrapped custom wooden box was still perfectly wrapped in Kid’s coat. From the box to its contents, he had made everything, in a single day, at someone else’s workshop, because he didn’t want you to see anything.

Not until he was ready.

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[misakarose]

"Throughout Heaven and Earth, I alone am the honored one."            ↳ Gojo Satoru ✧ dedicated to Kay~ (@kyaa-a)

[justanamesstuff]

Unrequited love (birthday party) - Matty Healy

Part 3 of Unrequited love at the studio.

A/N: Guys, there's no way I can thank you enough for all the support the fic/concept/miniseries is receving...THANK YOU SO SO SOOO MUCH ♥ I hope you enjoy this part as well!

Warnings: maybe a little swearing, FLUFF, typos.

Word count: 1.8K

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Part 2

Y/n opened the front door of her flat. Her sight fell on George and Charli, smiling happy and all dressed up for the occasion. 

“Happy birthday!” Charli wished her, going to engulf the girl in a bear hug.

Y/n took a step backwards when Charli’s body coiled with hers. “Oh, thank you, Char!” Y/n thanked her, full of excitement. “Come in, come in!” she instructed.

Once G’s girlfriend was inside, standing just behind Y/n waiting for her to lead the way, George went to hug Y/n.

“Happy birthday, love!” George shouted on her ear. 

She laughed at his actions. “Thank you, big guy!”

“Here.” he said, detaching himself from her, extending a bottle of expensive Champagne.

“No, George!” Y/n took it despite being against receiving it. She inspected the complex drawing on the label. “You shouldn’t…” she mumbled, feeling thankful for the gesture. 

George brushed her off, “Shut it!” G placed his big hands on her shoulders, comfortably. “It’s the least I could do, since you didn’t want presents.” he expressed in a reprimand tone, even though she knew he was joking. 

“The real present is having you guys here.” Y/n said, looking at both of them. 

“Yeah, right!” Charli scoffed. 

Y/n laughed out loud, feeling happy about how her birthday party was starting.“Come in, Matty is already here…” 

“‘Course he is!” George teased her, getting inside. 

Y/n glanced at him, “Don’t start!” she warned her friend, closing the front door. 

“Right, right.” George raised his hands in surrender. 

Charli stared at them. Feeling left out, she asked, “Did I miss something?” Y/n looked at her eyes, feeling how her body temperature was rising. 

“George is delusional.” Y/n said, trying to get out of it. 

“I’m not!” George protested. “It’s what I told you, babe.” he continued, speaking as if Y/n wasn’t there. 

Charli was confused. “About?”

“Matty and birthday girl.” G grinned wide, enjoying teasing his friend. 

Even though, before the conversation developed, Matty interrupted the little gathering at the entrance of Y/n’s flat. 

“Are you coming in or what?” Matty whined. 

Charli’s face turned after looking at Matty. Her head whipped to look at George. “Ah, yeah, I remember!” she shouted. 

“What?” Y/n asked, looking from one to the other. Matty just stood a few meters away, taking sips from his drink. 

George said nothing, going to greet his mate. The boys indulged in a conversation, leaving Charli and Y/n behind them. George’s girlfriend took the opportunity to whisper in Y/n’s ear.

“We’ll talk about this, bitch” she let Y/n know. 

Y/n wanted to disappear. “Oh my god!” 

She tried not to freak out about the fact that George told Charli, which included the possibility of the rest of the boys and girlfriends –and who knows whom else– knew about her feelings for Matty. Y/n tried to collect herself and enjoy her birthday party, ignoring the rest. 

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The lights were off, Y/n's face was illuminated by candles on her birthday cake that Carly baked for her. All of them started clapping, while Y/n stood before the cake on the table. She never knew how to stand during those moments. Y/n was happy to be around closest friends, either way she would melt on her place from embarrassment. 

“Happy birthday to you…” the group started singing. 

Matty noticed her body was stiff, without stopping singing, he approached her. His right arm rounding her shoulders, moving their bodies from side to side. Y/n laughed, hitting him slightly on his chest. Matty noticed her body relax.

“Happy birthday, dear Y/n/n! Happy birthday to you!” they finally sang. 

The room erupted into cheers and whistles. Matty brought her for a side hug, kissing the crown of her head. 

He took advantaged the boys were bickering about who whistled better, to wish Y/n, “Happy birthday, my darlin’” Y/n eyes filled with happy tears.

“Thank you, Matty.” she replied, kissing his cheek quickly.

“Quick, Y/n!” Ross called her. “Think about your three wishes!” he rushed her. 

Y/n moved far from Matty’s side, coming closer with the chocolate cake waiting for her. The candles burning while she thought about what to ask. Y/n moved her hair to a side, looking around to her friends and finally Matty. She smiled wide, and leaned down. 

The birthday girl closed her eyes and blew the candles. 

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Matty left a few used glasses in the sink. He took a glanced around, the mess all over the kitchen was terrifying. He turned to look at Y/n, who was throwing leftovers in the trash.

“You should’ve let me host…” he reproached her. 

Y/n chuckled, looking around. “No, it’s fine.”

“I’ll help you tidy tomorrow.” He promised.

Y/n stopped her movements, “Are you staying?” she asked, surprised. It had been a hot minute since Matty stayed at her flat for the night. And usually when he did, they slept on the same bed. Y/n felt her stomach flip. 

“‘Course.” Matty replied without hesitation.

“Okay.”

Y/n continued tidying here and there. She knew they would have to do the hard work in the morning, but tried to do the small bits. 

Matty approached her when she whipped her hands with a towel after cleaning her hands. “Did you have a nice time?” he trapped her with his arms. 

Y/n threw the cloth on the closest surface, being called by Matty’s warmth to lean in. She rested her head on his shoulder, which allowed Matty to increase his grip. 

“Yes, a great time.” she mumbled. 

Matty’s voice made his body vibrate when he said, “Happy to hear, darlin’.” Y/n let herself enjoy his closeness. 

Y/n was beyond exhausted that the solo body heath of Matty’s body rocked her to sleep. Her lids heavy, ready to drift off completely. Matty noticed. 

“Okay, it’s bedtime for the birthday girl.” He stirred her awake a little. 

Y/n admitted, rubbing her eyes. “Please, I’m exhausted.”

“But before that,” Matty started saying. “I have something to give you.” he admitted, detaching his arms from her body. 

Matty disappeared from the kitchen, leaving a confused Y/n behind. She had a presumption about the truth behind the mystery. 

When he returned with a squared item, Y/n knew her bets were correct.

“What did I tell you, Healy?” Y/n folded her arms, looking at his eyes when he was close again. 

Matty faked to think about it. He shrugged his shoulders, “Don’t remember.”

Although she knew he remembered, Y/n remind him, “No presents.”

“Ring no bell. Sorry!” Matty teased. 

“Matty, you really shouldn’t-”

“Shhh…” Matty made her shut up tenderly, touching the apple of her left cheek. “Here” he extended the package. “It’s something I wanted to give you for a long time. I’ve managed to grab a hold of it not so long ago.” he took her hand to place it on the gift. “Happy birthday, Y/n.” Matty concluded. 

Y/n stared at their hands on top of the item, until Matty hid his hands on his back. With his actions, Matty forced Y/n to hold the gift. It didn’t weight too much. After one more look at his face, Y/n started to rip the wrapping paper. 

The old book looked directly at her, the emerald tone cover with the gold letters brought Y/n’s attention. She let her fingers’ tip ran through the letters stating her favourite author's name. It was a book she owned, one she read several times. The difference relied on the edition, it was a vintage one. 

Y/n opened the book, looking at the first pages, no one looks at. It was first edition. Y/n gasped, “Matty!”  she dare to look at him. “You didn’t-” the girl hid her mouth behind her hand. 

“Do you like it?” Matty smiled wide at her. The excitement was all over Y/n’s factions. 

She ignored him, saying, “It’s really…” and proceed to take a second look. Finding something else behind the first page. “Oh my god!” Y/n exclaimed, without believing it. “This is?”

“Yeah, it’s her signature there…” Matty touched the place of the page the signature was in. “I was going to leave a dedication for you, but I didn’t want to ruin it.” He let her know.

Y/n looked at him in awe. “Matty, I don’t know what to say.” She couldn’t maintain the eye contact, way too emotional about his gesture. “This is- This is my most prized possession now…thanks to you!” Y/n hugged the book, without fully understand it. 

“So you do like it?” Matty tried again.

Y/n snapped out of her shocked state, screaming, “Handsome, I love this! Thank you so much!” she didn’t contain herself and went to hug him. Her free arm –the one no holding the book– round him over the shoulders, bringing Matty’s body close again.  “I don’t know how to thank you for this…” Y/n breath out. 

Still dizzy by her perfume around him, Matty leaned back a few centimetres. “You don’t have.” he stated, slowly. 

Y/n gripped the gift, feeling suddenly nervous about his proximity. Their faces were inches away. She sensed him swallow.  

She looked at his hazel eyes, “I want to…”

Matty couldn’t help the urge to lean forward, touching her nose with his. Neither of them was sure what was happening, although neither of them wanted to move away. Y/n let her hand touch the curls at the nape of his neck. Matty breathed deeply, looking down at her lips. 

Y/n titled her head, an action that Matty copied. That was it, it was going to happen.

The sound of a glass shattering into pieces came from behind Matty’s body. Y/n and the singer rapidly moved to different points of the kitchen. 

“Shit…” George said from the door. “Sorry, Y/n!” he apologized for the glass he broke.

Y/n cleaned her throat, “It’s okay.” she told G.

George glanced at them. Faces all red, sights on the floor. He chuckled uncontrollably due to his drunkenness still lingering. 

Matty started to scratch his head, uncomfortably. “We should all go to sleep…” he proposed.

“Yes!” Y/n exclaimed way too excited about that way out of the situation. 

The frontman went to grab the pieces adoring the floor, “Okay, I’m going-”

“Thanks- Yeah, I’ll go to sleep.” Y/n rushed out of the kitchen. 

George saluted her, waving his hand. “Bye, Y/n!” 

Once she was out of sight, G started laughing, resting his back on the wall. Matty shook his head at his best friend. 

“Come on…up to bed.” Matty instructed, helping George to walk out of the kitchen. 

The drummer couldn’t stop laughing during the short way towards the living room. Once secured on the comfy couch, Matty let his body rest on the opposite one. He stared at G giggling like a child making kissing sounds. Matty groaned, feeling frustrated about how close Y/n and him were to kissing. 

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[apathetic-pixel-42]

Shaman King Boys React To You Surprising Them With A Gift 🎁

Includes: Yoh, Horohoro, Ren, Lyserg, Chocolove, Hao

Yoh:

You'd most likely give him some sort of food or trinket

Extremely happy about receiving it even if it doesn't seem like much

Very appreciative and would definitely want to get you something in return

Would smother you in affection as a thank you

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

You watched patiently as Yoh continued to train with Anna in the field. You knew he would be finished soon but you couldn't wait any longer, excitement getting the better of you.

Minutes pass and they both start walking back to the house, Yoh complaining about how tired he was the whole way back.

He turns to look at you, heading in your direction with a smile while Anna heads inside with the others. "Hey mochi!" He embraced you, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "Why hello to you too my dear. Speaking of, I have a little surprise for you!" You pulled away from him, both your hands behind your back to conceal the gift.

"Tell me, tell me, tell me!!!" He jumped up and down on his heels, not being able to contain his excitement. You tell him to close his eyes and once he does, you pull the charm from behind your back and put it in his hand. "Alright go ahead and open your eyes!" You watched as he looked down at the charm, eyes immediately turning soft and a large smile growing on his face.

You had created a tiny charm of Matamune, making sure every detail was exact from the eyes to the tip of his tail. You knew how much he cherished his friend and you decided to make him something so that he'll know he's always there for him.

He tackled you to the ground, showering you in kisses and one thank you after another. Your shirt got wet from his tears but you didn't mind. "Thank you, thank you, I love it so much you're the best darling!!" "Anytime love."

Let's just say that he's never gone anywhere without it since.

Horohoro:

I see Horohoro as the type to give more than receive, usually giving you random trinkets and not the other way around

When he does get a gift, however, he has one of two reactions (the most common ones anyway)

He either a: becomes very blushy, hiding his embarrassment almost to the point he may faint

Or b: his ego skyrockets

Either way, he's grateful and will cherish the gift no matter how dumb it is

He even has a little collection of all the stuff you've given him hidden somewhere in his room

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

You watch as Horohoro stomps to his room, slamming the door behind him. For the past few days he's done nothing but train with his team, sometimes not even acknowledging your presence, always being too tired whenever you guys had any alone time.

After confiding in Yoh and the others, you decided to do something to cheer him up. With the information you got from everyone, you set out to buy him a gift.

Now comes the hard part, actually giving it to him.

You slowly open the door, stepping inside to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with his back towards you and facing the window.

You slowly make your way towards him, sitting next to him and looking out the window like he was. You then placed the gift in his lap, going back to looking out the window once you did.

You heard him let out a sound of confusion, but nonetheless it made you smile. You heard him open the cute gift bag you used for the gift, followed by the sounds of tissue paper being yanked out the bag.

You turn to look at him, seeing a smile growing on his face. It was a little stuffed bunny, a snow bunny to be exact. Horohoro had gotten you a little wolf plushy for your birthday once, so you figured you'd return the favor.

He looks up a you, all the tension in his body leaving as he wraps his arms around you in an embrace. You didn't need to hear him say anything, you knew he liked it and that he was grateful for the gift.

Ren:

I can see Ren being the type to absolutely love a gift from you but he just sucks at showing it

He'll most likely display your gift somewhere safe since he doesn't want it to end up damaged or lost

Probably the hardest person to find gifts for in my opinion since it feels like he already has a lot

Would enjoy anything you give him anyway even if he already has that thing

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

It was after they'd all finished a round of the tournament, everyone tired and ready to call it a night. You walked in the room to see Ren alone about to head to bed himself. You followed him to his room and stopped him before he entered it.

He turned to you, a slightly annoyed but curious expression on his face. You pulled your hands out from behind you, revealing a small box wrapped with a purple ribbon on it. You handed him the box, a small settling onto your face.

You watched as he slowly unwrapped the gift in an attempt to make as little mess and noise as possible. He didn't want to disturb anyone, after all, he had already dealt with them the whole day and he'd rather not do that now.

He opened the box to reveal a small golden necklace. The necklace was thin and had his name written in cursive. You watched as he pulled it out and examined it, handling it with care as he put it on.

He looked down at his name, admiring the attention to detail and how beautiful it looked. He then turned to look at you, only a small smirk forming on his face as he pulled you close into a side hug, continuing to fidget with the gift.

You both said goodnight and went to your respective rooms, ready to head to sleep. You'd say that was a mission success.

Lyserg:

To me, Lyserg isn't someone who's normally used to receiving gifts as he rarely ever got them

He is, however, one of the more outwardly appreciative ones as he doesn't shy from showing his gratitude even if it's a little awkward for him

I feel like after losing what he had, he values gifts a lot, especially yours

Probably also another difficult one to shop for in my opinion because I don't think he talks about himself or his interests too much, wanting to hear yours instead

But he's grateful for whatever you give him nonetheless

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

You were walking over to the beach were you asked Lyserg to meet you. You had set up a little picnic date for the two of you to help destress and to just spend time with each other.

You walked over to see him sitting on a blanket that he had laid out, turning his head towards you with a smile. You watched as he patted the spot next to him, scooting over to make some room as you sat down. Taking a seat, you handed him the gift bag you had with you, watching as his eyes widened.

"For me..? Really?" he said, shock but genuine appreciation lacing his tone. "Of course, it might not be anything special but there's nothing wrong with giving gifts to those you care about." you say, a smile growing on to your face.

You watched him pull out a f/c hoodie, one that's almost identical to the green one he got you awhile ago. You watched as he slipped it on, examining the sleeves and all the little details on the fabric. You saw him smile, a big and genuine smile. You smiled too, finding the situation a bit funny since you decided to wear the matching green hoodie that day.

You both had a little laugh at the situation, continuing on with picnic as Lyserg said thank you for the gift.

Chocolove:

I'm going to assume that given that Joco's blind, he prefers gifts like stuffed animals or small trinkets

That or he just generally prefers gifts that he can feel like maybe clothing or jewelry

Safest option is probably food if you don't really know what to get him

Very appreciative, loves receiving gifts from you in general

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

You were in the kitchen, cooking up a surprise for Joco. You heard that he'd participated in the tournament that day, so you wanted to give him a gift when he returned.

Of course, you could've gone out to one of the shops and gotten him something there, but you wanted to do something different given that you didn't have the money or energy to go out anyway. So, you decided to make his favorite snack: donuts.

Do you have any baking or culinary experience? No, but did that stop you? Nope. So, you googled a decent looking recipe and got to work. Sure it took awhile, but it was worth it in the end. They were pretty tasty if you had anything to say about it.

After you finished frying them and whatnot, you finished up by taking off the excess oil and melting some chocolate for the frosting. Was it a lazy move? Probably, but it is what it is.

Once you finished plating them, you heard the door open with Joco and everyone else coming inside. Once everyone got settled in and went off to do their own thing, you found Joco and pulled him into the kitchen.

Before you could hear a single joke come out of his mouth, you shoved a donut into his mouth, grabbed once for yourself and waited as the two of you munched on them. You watched him jump up and down in delight as he finished the donut quickly and practically almost tackled you into a big hug.

You didn't have time to process as he started spewing a bunch of stuff on how it was delicious and how grateful he was, which in turn alerted everyone else and caused them all to try and get a donut for themselves.

You stepped back and watched as Anna handed the situation instead. But you smiled, happy that Joco enjoyed them.

Hao:

As someone who was derived of affection for a VERY long time, he likes it when you give him gifts

He accepts them with pride, always grateful for whatever you give him even if sometimes it's a little stupid

Man's like I said very prideful of what you give him and will wear or display whatever it was you gave him

Likes giving you gifts in return, usually of a greater value than the one you gave him as a way of "returning the favor"

Also think this man really likes jewelry for some reason

໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ ♥ ♥ ♥

Valentine's day was coming soon and you decided to go shopping to find the perfect gift for Hao. You knew he had a surprise in store for you, so you decided to get him a surprise of your own: a goodie basket.

Although you had trouble remembering, you figured out the basic things that how liked. Favorite color, favorite candy, etc. So, using that information, you searched the local market to find them and put them together into a cute basket for him.

Once you got everything, you spent the next couple days putting it together and making it pretty since you at least wanted it to look nice. Once Valentine's day arrived, you made sure the gift was ready and waited for the perfect time to give it to him.

Hao had taken the two of you to a romantic date under the stars, the two of you under a tree basking in each other's company. You decided now would be the best time to give him the gift, so you told him to wait as you went to retrieve it.

Once you returned, you could see how excited he was. "Oh? For me? Darling you shouldn't have, you being with you is enough for me ~" he said as he kisses the top of your head. You blushed, obviously flustered, and gave him the gift as you took your seat next to him.

You watched as his face turned to one of excitement and curiosity, as he sat there looking through all the different treats you got him, including the big red bear that you found. You watched as his smile grew till he looked up at you and brought you into his embrace.

The next few days he enjoyed and displayed all the little things you gave him, specifically the small golden necklace and rings that you got him. But hey, you didn't mind, he was happy and so were you.

[ampreh]

HBD Miru667 ! - Chocolate, Pear and Almond Pie

• Youtube version (2min loop) It took me a long time, and I procrastinated a bit too much, but here it is! Happy Birthday Miru < 28 ! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)ﻭ Sorry for the delay- but for the occasion I really wanted to illustrate this scene that was stuck in my head, by doing a bit more than usual. Glad you liked it anyway! I loved that rp ♥ (More pics below)

[RP with Audrey @audtreegrace | @miru667 's & the Cashtea-ler @the-cashtealer | @ampreh 's ]

"[…] What a warming sight…! Cashtie forgot to taste his own piece of pie. The reason? The lovely sight of Audrey, moved with his cooking: was there anything more pleasing than to see someone enjoying his cooking with such sincerity that it brought tears to her eyes? For the Cashtea-ler, the answer was no. And he would probably never get tired of watching Audrey. He was red-faced and his heart was racing. The look on his face right now, and the smile, was that of a man who was probably not only happy… […]"

[murderofcrow]

Tiny Vessel hopes he is not terribly late but only seen it a couple of minutes ago that this very day is the anniversary of your arrival to this Earth! He tried to find the fanciest hat he could for the occasion and very proud of his catch. He hopes you like it!😔🎉

But seriously, happy birthday! Regardless of how often we talk or interact i still consider you one of my dearest friends around tumblr. I'm so glad i stumbled into your blog because you are genuinly one of the coolest people around here, even if you don't see it. You are. And i won't take arguments. Get loved. ♥

Thank you tiny Vessel, your hat looks fantastic! 🥺🫶

And thank you Levynn, I think of you as a dear friend too. ❤️

[swampstew]

KIᒪᒪEᖇᑕOOK - ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ 6

Welcome to Raven's Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight's story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI.

˜”°•.˜”°• Happy birthday to me, to Wire, and to my Kid Pirate Stan-mate QuinLoki ♥ Let them eat cake! •°”˜.•°”˜

“Oi! Make sure you have the travel packs ready to go! These need to cool at a consistent temperature or they’ll be ruined, and then I’ll ruin your face!” Killer instructed Heat, stressed about the day’s Live TikTok stream.

Normally he wouldn’t sweat over a stream but today was a big day. Huge one. Been a busy month for him. So many people he knew personally had birthdays in July. Nami and Paulie’s birthdays had already passed, and his actual in real life friends too, not to mention Wire and Nojiko had birthdays coming up as well.

Today though. Whew. Today was the birthday of a friend near and dear to his heart. To everyone in the crew, and pretty much anyone who knew them.

Raven.

She didn’t ask for a cake but they said they were doing it anyways. He only brought out the fancy decorating tool set for desserts he took seriously, and Raven was close enough in his orbit that he was going to do something nice for her. A classic favorite of hers with some extra pizzazz.

“Here we go,” Wire muttered as he finished setting the ring lights and camera up. “You know you don’t have to do one for me right?”

“Are you kidding me dude?! Its your birthday! Everyone gets cake on their birthday, no exceptions.”

“You guys are already taking me on a two-week cruise!”

“Fuck yeah we are bro!” Kid barreled into the kitchen, recently promoted to baker’s not-assistant but equal partner/Cake Boss. Kid himself was shockingly adept at baking cake. Especially the box kind. “You deserve it. We all do! A nice vacation getaway, us and the crew.”

“Yeah yeah we’re nice guys. Shut up and get out of the frame. I’m still making cake for you,” Killer finished the layout of his tools, prepped the baking sheets and pans, pre-heated the oven, brought all ingredients to room temperature, and everything was in place.

“Why so nervous Kill? It’s just cake,” Kid’s brow bone became pronounced against his scarred skin, raised inquisitively.

“Their opinions matter to me!” Killer practically hissed out.

“The audience?”

“No dummy! Our recipients!”

Kid laughed, “Dude, no way be serious. It’s Raven and our TikTok friend, the most laid back people in the world.”

For some reason that resonated with Killer and he took some calming breaths. Gratefully drank the can of ginger ale Kid brought him.

“It’s just, I’m a perfectionist. I know it. It needs to be done just right!”

“Dude, preaching to the choir,” Kid thumped his back.

“Speaking of…did you finish the present?”

Kid stopped his reassuring back pats, “Don’t fucking talk to me. I’m going with plan b.”

Biting back snarky laughter, Killer dusted his apron, double checked his low ponytail, and straightened his helmet one last time before pressing the ‘Go Live’ button, muttering a quick, "Don’tfuckupdon’tfuckdon’tfuckup," under his breath.

“Hello everyone, Killer here,” raising a hand in the air, the short cut of his plain shirt showed off his swollen bicep. He and Kid had worked out an hour before going live, to look extra…camera ready. “Coming at you live with a trifecta of desserts. Well trifecta of cakes anyways. Everyone seems to be born in July so as a time honored tradition, I’ve been baking my ass off. I never make as much cake as I do during the summer months, y’alls parents got BUSY.”

The chimes of notifications flowed as the iPad showed the users commenting in.

“HAH! Every single one of you is celebrating your birthday today?” Kid laughed. “If that’s true happy birthday then. Unfortunately today’s cakes are already being made with people in mind.”

“Yes today we’re making three cakes: one we’re freezing for later, one being overnight shipped, and one we’re personally delivering later. Only the best for our besties.”

“Yo, Wh0_remones says, ‘Where’s a girlie gotta go to fill out the bestie application?' Sorry girlie, applications are closed until further notice,” Kid said with a smug grin.

“To be fair, we do have a lot of friends and its getting hard to keep track of who has birthdays and when,” Killer interjected. “Moving on, for today’s recipes we’re doing good ole’ box mix, made from scratch entirely, and one frozen because its ice cream cake!”

“And because it’s a dick move to eat someone’s birthday cake before them, I’ll be taste testing the scraps along with Heat and Wire,” Kid finished explaining their setup.

“We’ll start with the ice cream cake first!” Killer pulled out two Tupperware containers that had been set out 10 minutes ago. “So if you’ve watched my previous uploads, like video #20, you’ll remember I made my own copy of Oreos, which we call No-reo’s. In preparation for today’s live, I made a fresh batch of No-reo’s over the weekend, which we’ll use for the crumb layer, and I also used it to make No-reo ice cream cream. If you watched my homemade ice cream video, cough video #30 cough, you’ll know exactly how I made these,” he patted the two containers.

“Chocolate and No-reo ice cream, no better combination,” Killer mused. “So ice cream cake is pretty easy if you’re not putting in the extra effort of making the ice cream yourself like me! Store-bought is fine too. Now some people say that an actual cake layer makes for the perfect ice cream cake. I say NAY!”

“NAY!” Kid slapped the countertop.

“NAY!” Wire called out from behind the camera stand holding up the new Panasonic Lumix G9 they bought for TikTok. And for their upcoming vacation.

“In this household, we believe in a sliver of a fudgy, cookie crumb layer and that’s IT!”

“Get outta here with the other fancy shit!” Kid roared.

“Kid is going to crush these cookie ends with the rolling pin while we melt the vegan butter. In the meantime, I’ll make chocolate fudge. Using the same whipping cream for the fudge, I’m going to whip it into whipped cream with my prized stand mixer using powdered sugar and vanilla extract. For the fudge, we’ll use the remaining, still-liquid whipping cream with ethically sourced mini-chocolate chips, vanilla extract, and honey.”

The two men moved around the kitchen to begin their tasks while Wire read out comments to entertain them. The sounds of the blippy electro-synth lofi channel echoed in the kitchen, oddly in sync with their movements.

Killer evenly mixed the softened chocolate ice cream and layered it into the glass pan and two small 10 ounce bowls before setting them in the freezer. He set the fudge aside as he helped Kid combine the crumbled cookies with butter in a small, glass bowl.

“IceBreaker, asks, ‘What are your favorite ice cream flavors?’ Mine is coffee almond fudge,” Wire answered. “Heat’s not in here but his is Mint Chocolate Chip.”

Killer slapped a spoon in a bowl, “Then why the hell am I making No-reo flavor?!”

“Because I didn’t want vanilla as the top layer when you asked!”

“I ASKED what YOU wante—never mind, you’re getting what you’re getting,” Killer sighed. “I like ice cream fine, I just prefer it in a drink format, like a milkshake! I’ll drink any kind but my personal favorite, and I don’t want to hear shit from anyone, is cinnamon pumpkin flavored.”

With a snort, “I like Strawberry Cheesecake,” Kid answered.

“Don’t hold out on them, tell them why.”

“No reason!” Kid growled.

Killer tilted his head, “It’s not even ice cream, its frozen yogurt! And it’s from Dippin Dots!”

“I LIKE THE SMALL ORB SHAPES AND TEXTURE!”

Wheezing, Killer pulled out the glass pan and bowls from the freezer. Kid cleared the countertop of dirty dishes, cleaning them down soapy water and a sponge on a stick, rinsing them off and hanging them on the drying rack while Killer layered the chocolate ice cream layer with the fudge and cookie crumbles.

“We’ll let that sit for five minutes and then finish it off with the final layer of ice cream. While that sets and our whipped cream reaches its final form, we’ll prepare for the next cakes. Technically we’re going to make two cakes at once. Kid will whip up this box mix while I whip up a made-from-scratch cake.”

“Yes I can bake, before any of you start acting cheeky in chat,” Kid’s eyes narrowed as he ripped open the package with this teeth. A small puff of pre-mixed cake mix broke from the tear, lightly dusting Kid’s band shirt. He dumped the mix into a steel bowl and wiped the dusty debris off, the intentionally torn shirt lifted at the bottom, showing off a sliver of chiseled abdominals.

Killer stopped the stand mixer and replaced the steel bowl with Kid’s dry ingredients, scooping the bowl of whipped cream into a piping bag. Setting the bowl to soak, Killer grabbed the ice cream cake and made swirly whipped cream peaks over the face. Adding sprinkles and maraschino cherries on top of each peak.

Kid was adding wet ingredients into his steel bowl, setting the stand mixer to combine the ingredients, taking a proud step back. As it mixed, Kid went to the sink and cleaned the bowl that had the whipped cream. Drying it off, he brought it back to the countertop and added the wet ingredients for Killer’s cake, stopping when his cake mix was done. He scraped the sides and cleaned the mixer’s handle, setting the mixer on low to fold in the remains that hadn’t mixed in.

He poured ¾ of the batter in two round, 9-inch cake pans, setting aside some batter to add cocoa powder for the marbled effect. Once done, he poured dollops of the darker batter into the lighter batter. Creating a swirl effect utilizing a toothpick with a soft touch and concentrated look. When he was done, he restarted the entire process.

Killer had put the finished ice cream cake in the freezer and started mixing his cake’s dry ingredients in a plastic bowl. Slowly adding it into the steel bowl of wet ingredients and folding the mixture to combine. As he was doing so, he noticed Kid working on his second bowl of box mix batter.

“Why are you making it over again instead of adjusting for the appropriate amount of ingredients?”

“You’re not tricking me into doing math on live camera. Shit’s easier to do and less chance of messin up,” Kid barked.

Killer deadpanned to the camera.

“Ooook. Wire please pin the recipes to the top of the message board for everyone to see. Your ice cream cake is perfect, if I do say so myself.”

“I never got that phrase. You’re saying it yourself so what’s the point of pointing out that you’re saying it aloud? We get it, jackass,” Kid licked batter off his finger as he poured it into the second set of round cake pans, starting the marbled process. Adding the batter into a set of 2-inch round pans for the taste test.

Killer ignored him to read out, “RetroTumblrina has this to say: ‘Ok but the fact that you both put so much dedication into making things for your friends is so fucking cute?’ – heh what can we say, we cherish our friends!”

“Yeah we do!” Wire created a heart sign with his hands and placed them over the camera’s lens. The message board pinged and swarmed with love for the tallest man on the crew.

“’Scream_maim_fire I am on my knees begging, please let me slide down your legs like a fire station pole!’ a very enthusiastic response from FuzzyFirehose,” Kid snorted as he walked to Killer. “Stand mixer’s all yours and my stuff’s in the oven. Should be done in 25.”

Killer moved his bowl to the stand mixer, “Great! I can get mine mixed and have the frosting done by then too.”

“Cool, can you do the frosting for mine?”

“No. You said you’d do it all yourself and that’s part of it. Decorating it too.”

Kid’s eyelids squeezed shut in annoyance, “No, anything but that.”

“All of it. Now go clean these bowls to reuse for the frostings.”

The lofi channel lilted softly as the two men cleaned and mixed. Wire answered questions and read out comments as time passed on. Killer poured his batter into three, 8-inch bowls and two, 2-inch bowls, putting them aside for oven space. When Kid brought the clean bowls back, Killer quickly made his four-ingredient buttercream frosting. Making enough to fill out six piping bags with different colors and pulling out his handy frosting plug – a great tool for piping several different colored frostings from one bag.

“Zip_It2556 says, ‘You all are so lucky I am refraining from making the batter, icing, and frosting jokes running through my mind rn on god.’” Kid and Wire laughed out loud at that, with Killer shaking with his head tucked down.

“Actually its all of you who are lucky that we aren’t saying the jokes going through our minds right now. Trust me, you got nothing on us. You’re all on here drooling over us. Whenever I utter a single innuendo you all turn to putty in my hand,” Kid smirked with a cocked brow at the camera. “You all wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.” Then acting as if nothing happened, Kid went back to his steel bowl to mix his frosting ingredients.

“Now who looks stupid?” Killer wheezed at a scowling Kid, who accidentally set the mixer too high and sent a mess of powdered sugar, cocoa, and butter all over his face and chest. While the flustered redhead cleaned himself and the mess up, Killer removed the marbled cakes from the oven and replaced them with his chocolate cakes.

By the time Kid remade the chocolate frosting and scooped it into piping bags, his cakes had been cooled and stored in a mini cooler Killer bought for the occasion.

“This is temperature regulated so I’m going to set it at a cooler degree to help bring down the overall heat in the cake. Then gradually I’ll lower the setting so it’s not stuck on the coldest degree and cause the cake to snap cold as it were. It would come out dry and crumbly. This method allows the heat to be condensed instead of seeping out, helping maintain moisture and then cool done enough to be at room temperature in time to frost. We’re going to clean up and take a short break, when we come back, we’ll be taking out my cakes to cool, decorating both, and finish this whole show up with the taste test.”

Heat had come back from his shopping trip to return all the ready-for-vacation buyer’s remorse items Killer tossed by the door; and also bought the better packaging Killer aggressively requested. In between advertisements on stream, Heat would play guitar and answer messages.

Kid and Killer came back into view as the oven timer went off. Moving in sync, Kid removed his cakes to the island countertop while Killer moved his cakes to countertop to cool. For a few minutes the camera’s focus was scrambled as it was moved for a closer view. The stand was adjusted and the camera was slightly pointed down with an overhead focus of the table and hosts. The camera captured the finest details of both men down to the smallest beauty marks. It was going to make their cakes look all the more amazing for the audience.

“First thing’s first is trimming the cake for any unevenness, and then we’ll spray the outer layer with this bottle of pre-made syrup. This is to help the cake retain its moisture and prevent crumbing during the frosting process. We’re going to apply a thick layer of frosting in between the layers, with a thin coating on the outsides, which will also prevent the cake from crumbing to the surface as you do the finer details. Since we’re going to stack these cakes, we’re going to add some tools to stabilize the structure from falling or jiggling. Some people use plastic or wooden straws, I prefer to use Pirouline cookies.”

Kid followed Killer’s instructions as he sprayed the cake, layered the chocolate frosting, inserted the wafer pipes, and stacked the cake. Four tiers worth. He spread the second chocolate layer with a wide, flattened blade, smoothing out the top with sharp precision. The chocolate frosting looked almost matte on screen.

“Excellent! Now we’re going to set it in the fridge and clean up the tools to start again with my cakes.”

While Killer did the same process for his Death By Chocolate cake, Kid added frosting layers to all the mini taste test cakes.

“Aww those are cute! I bet they’re gonna taste even sweeter,” Heat cooed over Kid’s efforts.

With both cakes cooling and setting, the crew cleaned the area and sat down to talk about recent news, popular media, and listen to Heat play more guitar. It was only for 15 minutes as another ad break ran through. Their top tier subscribers never had to sit through advertisements, which is why they always had to have something going on in the background at all times. When the timer went off, Killer jumped to his feet while Kid dragged his.

After explaining decorating techniques and frosting tip shapes, Killer got to work on his cake. Using blue and purple frosting, Killer piped basket like ropes on the edges of the top cake layer and around the base of each layer; created swirly peaks on the top layer and smaller pressed peaks on the sides of the layers, connecting them together with multiple thin ropes of white frosting. Using the same thin rope tip, Killer wrote out a message on the top.

“Happy Birthday Dearest REDACTED NAME – and for privacy reasons I’ll say just their handle: UnderstatedGrin,” Killer spoke as he finished the design. The camera zoomed to focus on the delicate piped ropes as Killer added silver coated, chocolate orbs to the centers of the pressed peaks with a pair of long, slim decorating tongs.

The camera panned to Kid who’s hairless brows furrowed together, his tongue sticking partially out as he carefully piped the icing with his metal prosthetic and organic hands.

“Argh, I keep making these peaks too tall and wide,” he complained.

“If you rapidly lift the piping bag down to up while you squeeze, you can create a 3D flower effect. Like this,” Killer demonstrated. Kid seemed to like it as he used the technique to pipe the pastel pink frosting everywhere. Even adding little green leaves at the base of each flower.

With a hum, Killer pulled out a bottle of shimmery liquid, “This is a metallic food coloring. It works best on a light base color to make that shine pop,” he explained as he pooled some in a small cup. Dipping a brush into the cup, he skimmed over the white buttercream ropes to make them silver. “We also have it in rose gold.”

“Mhm,” Kid mumbled as he swapped piping tips and colors. He laid down a pattern of puffy lavender cloud trails on the base of the layers. Swapping the bags and color again, he piped flat, dusty magenta colored lettering on one side of the cake on each layer, turning it around for the camera to see. It read: Happy 30th Birthday Raven!

He quickly dipped a clean brush in the rose gold metallic food coloring, coating the tulip flowers he placed on every flat surface he could find, save for where the birthday message sat. Setting the brush aside, he took the flat tip piping bag and created one final design on the top layer, his famed logo – his jolly roger.

Cocky grin on his face, he motioned for Wire to zoom in more for the audience to appreciate the cake. Wire did and followed up with Killer’s cake. The sound of notifications pouring in nearly drowned out the music. As Wire re-set the original camera position, the crew moved about once more. The only fixed person was Kid as he used the flat tip piping back to add one more thing to the back of the cake. With a satisfied nod, he opened the fridge door and with a careful touch, deposited the cake inside the chilled space.

Killer pulled out the extra cake dishes from the freezer, placing them beside the regular cake test samples that he layered with leftover frosting. Handing Kid, Heat, and Wire spoons, he watched them dig in.

Starting with the ice cream cake, “Ohhh it tastes like childhood memories I remember other people having,” Wire sighed.

Heat nodded, “Yeah like the kind you saw in commercials for party rooms, it looked so good! And this is amazing!”

Kid was too busy scarfing down the dessert. Wiping his mouth, “Perfect fudgy layer that acts as a tasty barrier between two flavors. I love it.”

Killer nodded proudly. He grabbed a tray of iced waters to wash their pallets. Observing as they bit into the Death By Chocolate cake.

Heat and Kid’s eyes rolled to the back of their heads, Heat let out a small moan that he quickly snuffed out with a slap of his hand over his face

“It’s Death BY Chocolate not WITH!” Wire howled. Biting a spoonful himself, he had to force back the satisfied groan that rumbled in his chest, the cake made his tummy feel warm and happy.

“This, this might give me a heart attack,” Kid huffed out, draining his water when he finished his cake.

Killer dutifully replenished the waters, “Not the most traditional reviews but I’ll take it. Now, time for Kid’s marbled cake.”

“I coulda made it from scratch,” the redhead grazed his chin. “S’not what was requested so if it’s not the best, that’s on the shitty nostalgic brand she loves.”

“Right, of course,” Killer drawled. “Well on with it then!”

Wire took the first bite, “Oh wow, that’s really well balanced!”

“Yeah, spongy and light, the chocolate frosting ratio is perfect! The buttercream is a nice touch too,” Heat added as he finished off what Wire wasn’t able to snag for himself.

Kid took a deep breath before taking a bite. Chewing thoughtfully, “Yeah, I’m just naturally gifted that way.”

“That’s not a cake review, you narcissist,” Killer crossed his arms over his chest.

“It’s…pretty good not gonna lie. Heat’s right, it’s spongy, fluffy, not dry and just the right amount of moist. The chocolate is savory and the perfect addition to a cake this light. The buttercream is pretty sweet too, I like to eat it by itself but it’s also decent with the other components.”

Killer swiped the platter and spoon up, turning around and lifting his helmet a little so he could take a bite. “I knew you could do it, don’t know why you were so worked up. This is perfectly ratioed. I give it a double scythe cross on the KillerCook rating scale!” he gave Kid a thumbs up. A cheerful grin spread on the cake boss’ face. Then it occurred to him—

“YOU WERE THE ONE STALKING AROUND THE KITCHEN IN A GLOOM BECAUSE YOU WERE SO ANXIOUS!”

“Are you still on that? We’ve got the closing segment to do,” Killer clapped his hands.

“Don’t let the fear of dry cake keep you from making cake. Cake is meant to be enjoyed, especially amongst friends. With that in mind, we’ll be taking the Death By Chocolate cake to the post office for overnight delivery and bringing the marbled cake to our birthday girl’s party tonight. Hope you all enjoyed today’s live stream and if you try out my recipes, tag me in your creations or duet me! Tune in next time when I make a delicious, cozy dish that takes some tender love and patience – French Onion Soup. It’s moderately easy to prepare and like everything else I make, slays. This has been Faffaffaffa-Food with Killer.”

End Livestream.

“Ok, the party is in 3 hours. Let’s set the box frame in the backseat to securely transport the cakes. Kid and Heat will bring the chocolate cake to the post office while Wire and I get ready. When you guys come back and get ready, we’ll package Raven’s cake and presents. Take an uber if anyone wants to go home tonight, I’m getting smashed and plugging in the RockBand game until it’s pried from my cold, passed out fingers.”

“I’ll bring the extra guitar and drum set,” Wire offered, moving to find the game controllers.

“She always volunteers her place for sleepovers so no one drunk drives. I bet she even went to Costco for water bottles, headache pills, blankets, and pillows,” Heat laughed, pulling the Death By Chocolate cake into the thermally insulated shipping carrier.

“Yeah she did,” Kid grinned, showing them his phone, “She texted me an hour ago with this pic.” It was a pile of the previously mentioned items plus boxes of frozen pizzas, burritos, bagels, a tub of cream cheese, a crate of champagne, and two cases of Powerade.

Reaching under the countertop to open a drawer, the redhead pulled out a card and envelope. “Don’t forget to sign Raven’s card,” Kid said as he handed them pens. He had already written his message and name, also leaving his present inside – a ticket to their two-week cruise.

Before Killer could say anything—

“This rig better work! If a single buttercream decoration droops on her cake, I will kill everyone in the car and then myself,” the redhead growled as he left the house.

Bonus: The comment section

CheezusCrust:  What inspired your passion for cooking? KillerCook: Seeing the people I care about struggle with food insecurity. I made it my mission to always bring them the most nutritional and tasty food I could scrounge up from our neighborhood. It wasn’t always easy but it forced me to get creative. It helped that my main test subject is a human garbage disposal.

Wait_SayThatAgain987: What else can the Cake Boss bake? PunkNeverDied69: I can make a swiss roll😊

A_Hoe_Never_Gets_Cold:  Shooting my shot. Scream_Maim_Fire, can I climb you like a tree? Scream_Maim_Fire: You better be fast spider monkey. If I catch you, I’ll throw you like a baseball.

N0$33: What did PunkNeverDied69 write on the back of the cake👀 FlamingHot420: Deez nuts joke probably. Raven thinks they’re funny for some reason. Scream_Maim_Fire: Hieroglyphics of some kind. It looked like: 🔧+⚙️=🔩 KillerCook: His (real) body count. PunkNeverDied69: Screw you all.

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[regalityandcoffee]

Friendly But Indecent (2/2) (William Regal x OC)(18+)

Summary: Part 2, babey! A friend of Chuck and Wheeler’s, caught between their “feud”, hangs out in the BCC locker room while Wheeler attends a quick ROH conference.This is filth. This is stupid, nasty filth that wouldn't leave my little pea brain until I wrote it down. Part one can be found here.

Warnings: mentions of body image issues and insecurities about aging, blowjob, kissing after oral, lovemaking, fluffy late night conversations, that's about it.

Special thanks to @kayfabebabe because again without them this would've gone nowhere <3

Enjoy <3 (and if by some miracle I finish this before or on his birthday happy birthday babyyyy)

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As William sat on the edge of his bed and stared back and forth at the hotel room door and the pink thong in his hands, at almost 1:30am, only one thought kept bouncing through his head: You pervert, you dirty old pervert!

This was bizarre and out of line, even for him! What had gotten ahold of him in that locker room? And to do such a thing, to get on his knees with his face between her legs and do such an act… and to a friend of his own protegee, no less! Could he be anymore of a slag?

What the hell was he thinking? Was this his mid-life crisis finally catching up to him, and this was some bizarre way of letting loose? Or was it the weeks of watching her hang out with Wheeler and being tantalized by her figure, sweet nature, her gorgeous brown skin, and hearing that sweet Southern voice of hers? 

He always had been a sucker for a Southern accent…

Whatever it was, he was in deep now. He only had one taste of Stella, but it was all he could think about for the past few hours. On the way back to the hotel, even while trying to hold a conversation with Bryan in the car. As he walked down the hall to his room, trying to remember where his own was. And,of course, as he cleaned himself in the shower, unable to help himself as he leaned against the wall, pumping his cock with his hand as he remembered how her thighs felt and her pretty voice begging him not to stop.

And now he sat on the side edge of his bed, mostly in the dark, almost certain she wasn't coming. Why would she? He was just a creepy old man leering at her for weeks, then finally pouncing on her as soon as he got the chance. What about him made her say yes to his advances?

William stood up and paced in front of the bed, wringing the small garment in his hands. Maybe it was his voice. Something about it just made American women go mad; it never seemed to have the same effect in his home country. Or maybe it was his height, many women did find taller men attractive. And, to give himself credit, up until that moment he had never been lewd or strange before. He tried to be as gentlemanly as possible, though from the very beginning he wanted her in any way he could have her.

He stopped, looking at the door. He had made up his mind. If Stella Wilson did show up to his door tonight, he would apologize profusely, give her the (very sexy) pair of panties back, and send the poor woman on her way.

Knock Knock.

Oh good gods. 

He took a deep breath and walked to the door, and looked out the small peephole. Standing outside the door was Stella. Now out of her chic little blazer and miniskirt, she was in a cropped hoodie and shorts, both pink, as expected. Her make up was gone, sans some glittery lipgloss, and her dark hair was back with a cute pink bandana. She was holding a small pink purse as she looked down the hallway. He watched her take a deep breath as she inserted a room key into the lock.

William stepped back from the door as the lock turned and she peeked inside. "Hello, Mr. Regal?"

Oh, hell, even her voice was cute! "Hello Stella, dear. Come in."

She did as asked, closing the door behind her. As she made sure the doors were locked, his eyes trailed down to her behind. The back of her shorts read "juicy" in little purple rhinestones. Huh.

"Hi Mr. Regal," she said softly as she slipped of the slippers by the door. To his surprise she was taller than he thought she'd be, even without her usual (pink) heels. Her gorgeous legs were on full display in the tantalizing shorts she wore. Her pretty calves, her soft, soft thighs. 

Focus Regal, Focus! He took a deep breath. "Ms. Wilson, I'd like to apologize for m-" Before she could finish speaking, her arms were around his neck with his lips against his. He moaned into the embrace, his arms immediately wrapping around her waist as their embrace grew sultry quite quickly. Her tongue felt like magic against his as they kissed. After what felt like hours she pulled away from him, looking up at him confused.

"Apologize?"

"I-." he tucked the thong into her hand as he caught his breath. "My behavior, earlier this evening…"

"It's okay…" Stella tucked the garment into her small purse and dropped it to the floor. She unzipped her small hoodie. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her. She wore nothing underneath it, her beautiful, full breasts now free from the cover of her top.

"Oh my days…." He murmured. And just like that, his mind shut off. This woman… just hours before she could barely say a word to him and now she was gracing him with his gorgeous figure. He watched as she slid down her shorts, which she was also wearing nothing under.

"I thought it'd be easier this way… if I didn't wear anything under my clothes." She said, seemingly oblivious to his lack of reaction. Her arms went around his neck once more. He wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling the heat of her body through her clothes as they kissed again. He tilted his head, pulling her to him tight. God, her lips were soft, And she smelled so wonderful, soft and sweet. Baby powder, and maybe… vanilla? It was making him dizzy all over again. He shut his eyes, trying to remember everything about her. The touch of her body, the way her hair tickled his cheek, the little noise she made when he bit her bottom lip. God only knew when he'd ever get to touch anyone else like this. This had to be nothing but a one nightstand…

But he'd be damned if he wouldn't enjoy himself.

"Will you sit down for me, Mr. Regal?" Stella asked as she pulled away from him. That bloody twang in her voice. She could make him do anything with a voice like that. He followed her lead as she placed her hands on his shoulders and sat him on the edge of the bed. 

She untied the bandana from her hair, gently dragging it around his shoulders. "I saw something like this on TV once…except it was with a pretty feather boa. But I thought I'd work with what I have…" she giggled. He didn't care how cliché it sounded; her laugh sounded like music, like a melody all of its own. If his voice hadn't practically disappeared he'd laugh with her.

If he wasn't dizzy and lost before he certainly was as she kissed the corners of his eyes before dropping to her knees in front of him. "You're eyes are so pretty sir…"

Pretty…Sir… Slowly, his hand reached up to touch his face. The corner of his eyes, his wrinkles his laugh lines… she kissed them directly. His eyes trailed down. He felt a shudder up his spine her soft hand made its way up his thigh, up his pants leg.

"Stella?"

"I'll stop if you don’t  this anymore, Sir…"

"I have a first name, sweetheart. Call me William, please." He heard himself as he spoke, his voice low, almost ragged. He struggled to keep his composure, his heart thumping hard and practically choking him as her hands went his waistband. He raised his hips, helping her to pull his shorts, then his underwear down. He stepped out of his shorts, his bottom half now bare for her.

William gasped as she brought her lips to his inner thigh, kissing at his skin, her other hand moving up his hip. She kissed him as her other hand made his way to his lap, until her hand was around his hardening cock. He steadied his hand against edge of the bed, leaning back a bit as she surely left marks on his thighs, as she stroked him slowly. Her lips moved away from his thigh, and he watched as she brought her lips to the head of his cock. A noise surfaced at the back of his throat as she licked down his shaft, then brought her lips back up to his tip,

"Ahhh, fuck, oh gods…"  He shut his eyes and tossed his head back as she sucked at him. Her saliva trickled down, lubing him up as he sighed and moaned, struggling to keep his hips steady for her, digging his heels into the carpet. He focused on the noises she made as she drove him mad. "Stella, Stella…"

Her hand moved down to his sack, fondling them as they grew a bit tighter. 

He choked as she kept at him. Her lips, her tongue God, she could feel himself twitching in her mouth… "N…not yet…not yet…" 

"Mmmmph?" Her humming vibrated against cock, making him curse again. He opened his eyes, the sight of her big brown eyes looking up at him… she pulled away from him. "D-do you want me to stop?" Her lipgloss was smeared, saliva and possibly another fluid already around her mouth and on her chin. Her other hand had moved between her own legs, and she seemed to fight back noises as her fingers circled her clit. Her pretty, pretty clit…

Say something, Regal! A voice in the back of his head yelled at him. 

"I…I'm okay…I'm okay…" She nodded, bringing her mouth back to his dick as she kept at him. Her hand went back to slowly stroking as she licked and kissed him.One final drag of her tongue against his head did him over.

"Good lord…!" He groaned as he came into her mouth, his arms feeling shaking as he kept himself upwards. Her head came from between his pale thighs.

"Wa…was that good, Sir?" She asked, looking up at him. Her hand went to her face, wiping at her mouth with the back of his hand. 

"Th…thank you…"he choked out as she rubbed at his thighs. 

"So it was good…" she smiled up at him…

Get a hold of yourself… William sat back up.a hand wiping the sweat from his forehead then running through his hair. "It was… electric…you…you have a way with that mouth of yours, sweetheart…"

"I know." She giggled again as she stood up. Her legs wobbled a bit until she steadied herself. "Are you alright? Do you need a minute?" He nodded, motioning her to come closer. She sat on his lap, his hands resting on her plush hips. She looked up at him, tilting her head.

"Yes?"

"Nothing…" she murmured, looking back down. He brought a hand to her face, tilting her chin back up to kiss her. He could taste the salt of himself on his lips, on her tongue. But he didn't mind. They stayed like that, making out. He moaned into her mouth as he felt her hips grind against his. Quicker than he thought he felt himself getting hard all over again underneath her. He pulled away, pressing his forehead against her as he caught his breath. "How do you want me, love?"

"Anyway you want…" she whispered back. She got off of his lap, and he stood up in front of her. 

He turned around, hesitating for a moment as his hands went to the bottom of his shirt. It had been almost ten full years since he retired, and while he never stopped exercising or training, he wasn't, in his mind, as… 'in shape' is he used to be. A bit softer around the middle…plus, now that he thought about it, less worried about his appearance, since he forgot to shave his chest tonight. Still, he lifted his shirt above his head, tossing it to the floor on top of his shorts. 

He turned back towards her. She seem dumbfounded, looking up at him. The awful feeling of regret began to shadow his mind. "Stella dear, are you alright? You're… staring."

"You're so hot…" she whispered. Immediately those thoughts of doubt died down. Instead, He stared blankly back at her, before laughing softly to himself. God, was he enjoying himself with her. She was something else. Truly, something else…

"Thank you, dear…" He went to her, and she pulled him on top of her. He kissed against her neck as her legs went around his lower back. "You're so sweet…"

"D…do you still want to wear protection? I'm on the pill…but I have condoms in my purse…" she said between breaths as he nibbled at her neck and collarbone.

He laughed into the crook of her neck. "Don't worry, I took care of that issue ages ago…" 

"Huh? Oh, okay…" Stella kissed his cheek as he steadied himself above her, making sure his knees were steady on either side of her. He rested his hand on her hip, which helped him to angle her hips to align with his. 

"Are you ready for me, dear?" He whispered.

She nodded, her arms going around his shoulders. Slowly, he lined his shaft up with her entrance. She was wet, beyond wet, and he sunk into her heat with ease. He let out a shaky breath as he got used to her, as they moved so she was in a  comfortable position against the pillows.   

"Fuck Sir.. please, move, please…" she whines in his ear. He obliged, slowly rocking his hips against hers. 

"William, dear…c-call me William…" Why that was the first thing to come to mind he would never know as the sound of his cock moving between the wet walls of her cunt filled the room. But he just wanted it at least once. Just once, for her to drop the formalities and call him out of his title. Just once, he wanted to hear his name slip from her pretty, sweet lips…

"W-Will…William…" he watched as the movement of her lips as she sounded his name out between breaths. He slowed his pace and quickened it again, her wet cunt tightening around him felt like heaven, her mewls and whines sounded so perfect as her hips met his in a perfect rhythm almost instantly. He slowed his pace and quickened it again, her wet cunt tightening around him felt like heaven, her moans and whines sounded so perfect

And God, did she look so beautiful underneath him, her pretty lashes dewy with tears as he was in her, he was almost mesmerized at the way her breasts bounced with each jolt and snap of his hips…

"Good girl…" he panted. His heart was beating hard in his chest and his ears as he kept going. "Oh, you feel so good…"

"Mmmph!" was all she said in response as she tossed her head back. 

"Do you need me to slow down, sweet heart?" 

She shook her head, letting out the most divine moan he ever heard. "Cum in me, cum in me, please, please…" she begged.

He nodded, groaning against her collar bone as he felt her legs tighten around him in a vice grip. He'd clearly have no choice soon, as he was almost close…

"You're so perfect Stella, so perfect…"

"Willll.." she gave one last whine as he felt her clench and pulse around him. And soon he followed, as his thrusts grew slower and he bottomed out in her, spilling into her as he left sloppy kisses below her ear against her neck. He kept going for as long as he could, moving his hips a few more times before slowing to a halt. He pulled himself out of her, falling to his side next to the gorgeous woman.

He lay there, looking up at the ceiling. He was sweating and exhausted, but he didn't care. Euphoria was not the right word to describe what he had just experienced. For what he had just felt, he feared there wasn't a word good enough for it. He felt as Stella pulled herself  on top of him, resting her head against his chest, her legs intertwined with his.

"Not bad for a geezer like myself, right?" It was a stupid joke, but something compelled him to break the silence between them as he dropped an arm around her waist. To his relief, she nodded, a hand moving against his chest. He was almost glad he had forgotten to shave; it felt oddly good to have her stroke the bristles of hair against him. 

It was a while since anyone had done that…

He helped her clean up in the bathroom, and she returned the favor to him.Afterwards, they lay in bed again for a while in comfortable silence.

"That was… great…" Stella whispered. He kissed her forehead. 

After a few moments, she rolled to the end of the bed and sat on the edge. She stood up, and bent over, gathering her clothes.

 William propped himself up on his elbows. "What are you doing, love?"

For a moment, she looked like a deer caught in headlights, before looking down at the clothes and back to him.

"I…well it's pretty late, Sir, I just thought…"

"You don't want to stay the night?" To his surprise he found himself… pouting. Fully, he had expected this night to be short and quick, for her take whatever bit of pleasure she could get out of him and leave, snd for him to flounder his way through the night. But he had enjoyed himself, she had enjoyed herself and he had enjoyed pleasing her, he enjoyed her company, and her very presence. 

"You want me to stay the night?" 

He nodded. Why did she sound… confused? Maybe she was used to short flings as well, to simply coming and going (pun intended). But…he didn't want it to be this way. Regardless of her resson, he lifted the covers and crawled underneath, making room for her.

"It's a long walk down a cold hallway back to your room dear, and as a gentleman I couldn't allow myself to not at least offer my bed for the night." He got cozy against the pillows, watching as she hugged her hoodie close to her chest. "Besides…I've enjoyed my day and my evening with you, dear, and I'm not very fond of the thought of bringing it to an end."

She looked stunned at him. She turned her head slowly at her slides at the door, then at him. Finally, Stella hopped dropped her clothes, a wide, beautiful smile breaking out on her face as she jumped back into bed, quickly making her way under the covers with him to cuddle against his side. "Thank you, Sir!"

"No need to thank me, sweetheart. By the way, what I said earlier still sticks. I would like for you to call me William."

She nodded against his chest. "Okay."

God, was she cute…

"What about you dear? Can I call you 'Bunny'? Or is that nickname strictly for your friends only?"

She looked up at him, pouting. "We're not friends?"

He chuckled. "I think we crossed that bridge a while back, Stella."

"Ohhh, right. Yeah! You can call me Bunny." She paused for a minute, wrapping her arms around his. "Can I call you Will? Or Willie?"

"Willie?" He snorted. He looked, her eyes wide and hopefully. Ah, those damn eyes. She was lucky she was so adorable… "You can call me whatever you like dear, even Willie…"

"...does this mean you want this to… be more than a… you know…"

"...yes. I think I do mean that."

"So… do you want to be my boyfriend, Will?" She asked softly.

"I'd love nothing more in the world, Bunny…"he whispered as he kissed her forehead.

As they snuggled together under the covers blissfully, and as he drifted off with her by his side, only one thought stood in William's mind: that this was going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

A rather odd one, but beautiful nonetheless.

-fin-

[kittykittyanon]

Kitty kitty bo bitty banana fanna funfetti!! 🎉🌟 Woooo!! *pops a whole bunch of edible party streamers!! [psst! they taste like creamsicles and chocolate! 😋🍊🍫]*

Aaaaaaa, so. Folds hands in front of me like a businessman ladden with a suppressed genre of woe. i missed the timeframe of your birthday wishes, and I feel sads about it :(( but mostly 💢annoyed💢 because as aforementioned:

🗣i had an entire coded date reminder of it in my calendar. and that b didn't GO OFF.🗣

maybe it's these motorola phones mayne,,, i'm bouta switch over to Samsung–

BUT ANYWAYSSSUUUHH. Never mind that :') I'm here now!! Let's talk about the real star of the show here. Gazes upon you fondly, tangerines and little bubbles and hearts suddenly surrounding my aura as I take in your existence. 🧡

Oh my Kitkat, no words can begin to express the absolute adoration in which I hold for you. I know we haven't known each other long! But the familiarity and warmth you have displayed to be and continue to really makes it feel like we've been friends for five-ever!! [*leans in and whispers* because that's longer than forever /silly!! (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )]

I never expected to become friends with such a baby face angel such as yourself, but that's usually how the bestest friendships are forged, no? By spontaneous combustion!! We're a heartbeat explosion of starry stuff and soul sister love in the endless sky!! ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა

What I'm saying is, I love you and everything you stand for. And I am squishing you in every cinnamoroll hug you could ever feel, ever!! Thank you for coming into my orbit, and I can only hope on all the stars in the universe that my own has even a sliver of a positive and love-filled impact on yours as it did mine. 🫶🫶

/) /) (\ (\ ( . . ) ( . . ) ( づ♡⊂ ) 🫧💗✨ <<< look!! it's us!! yay!! (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭🫂❤️

You're just a sweet little wonder and I am so so endlessly grateful to call you my friend. My sweet little baby sis!! Just know that I love you so so much!! I love you!!!! Happy happy birthday, cute little orange blossom cupcake! And cheers to one of the greatest days in the history of EVER!! 🧡🥂✨

🌟。💕。🤗 🍀 。🎁 。🎉 🍾 🌟 ✨。＼｜／。🌺 🎉 Happy 🥰 🎈 🍸 Birthday ! 🥂 💜。／｜＼。💎 。🍀。 🌹。🎉。 🌟。 😊。 🎶

♥♥♫♪Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•¨•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•¨•♫♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪♫•¨•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•¨•♫♪ Happy Birthday dear Kit Kit!!!!! ♥♥♫♪ Happy Birthday to you!! ♪♫•¨•.¸¸♥ ♪♫•¨•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•¨•♫♪ ♪♫•¨•.¸¸♥ ¸¸.•¨•♫♪

[oh! and that cute little orange divider is courtesy of one @plutism !! it's so you, is it not? ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ got major ' you ' vibes from it. tho it may just be me!! teehee 😚😁]

((uwah!!! this was sent 10th february!!!!! i saw it but i didn't have time to respond (つω`｡)))

AW FUCK YEAH EDIBLE STREAMERS LETS GO!!!!! (briefly, you watch me jump to eat them out of the air. ...i miss, several times.)

[ueueueee!! IT IS LONGER THAN FOREVER!!]

[omigosh!! it's literally us!!!!!]

AWWWHWHAGAWSAEEWEWWWWW THE INTERWEAVING OF SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTIONS TO REFERENCE MY EXPLOSIVE TENDENCIES WAAAHHHHH I LOVE YOUUU!!! UWOOOHHHH YOU REALLY THOUGHT OF EVERYTHINGGG!! 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

and just to put the silliness away for a bit,, you never ever EVER have to hope you had an impact on me!! because undeniably,, you did. and you still do.

never doubt that you've had a positive influence on me, zeep. i have never, and never will regret meeting you. (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

*whisper whisper* c'mere,, c'mere!!! i'll tell you a secret,, but you gotta keep it TIP TOP PRIVATE okay soldier!?!??!! i love you. like,, genuinely. i am proud and absolutely delighted to call you my friend. legitimately, no joke,, just thinking of you makes me happy. the impact of your words and your interactions and even your very presence in and of itself is something i will never be able to put into words. you fill the little hole in me,, oddly shaped like a sister and a close friend all mixed up into a cacophony of something utterly fond and incomprehensible in the best way possible. i cradle you close to my heart and smooth my hand over your head,, you brightened up my life without even knowing it. and me, personally,, i think that just goes to show how amazing you are, filled with joy and determination and courage i can't and couldn't seem to see the end of, even if i tried. it'll be okay, zeep. you are funny, and smart, and a sunshine in every sense of the word, even when you're not doing anything at all. you don't know how loved you are. may that little fire in you keep burning for the rest of however long you want it to, may life bring you good things. because you deserve them. all of them.

i wish for the best for you,,, and that you'll get everything you've ever wanted in the whole wide world,, that you'll get loooaaaads of *totally not stolen /j* money,, that you'll get to live the life you want and sleep well at night!! may you be covered in friendly purring cats and many, many oranges you sweet soul!! RAAAAHHHH!! *okay whisper over!!*

thanks for letting me bump into you like a silly jellyfish in the middle of a deep sea exhibit,, zeepie!! I LOVE YOU TOOO!!! (≧◡≦) ♡ (≧◡≦) ♡ (≧◡≦) ♡

[OOOOH!!! it's so silly!! very bright and verrryyy orange!! considering my whole blog theme is a mix of warm colors leaning on orange,, i get that!! very silly,, very kitty!!!!!]

love,, the kitty kitty anon that invaded your inbox ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

[seance]

happy birthday, dear heart 🫶🏻 i hope your day was as special as you are and as full of love and devotion as all the blorbo sets you constantly bless us with! love you loads, have some cake (or pastry of choice!) in my name 🤍💫

my loveeeeeeeeeee ♥ sorry for the delayed reply, i'm spending my days clowning and eating with friends, this is super sweet of you, may 2024 be another year of mutual loving destruction through gifsets, love you forever and ever!

[slothssassin-art]

It was a very important day because my dear friend @alexandbear celebrated his birthday so I decided to make a small OC page for his Iris. Happy birthday Alec, I love and treasure you ♥

[palipunk]

SAIF....................!!!!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR FRIEND ♥ I'm sure you have MANY MANY MANY of these in your inbox - - dont forget how loved and cherished you are!

♥️🐯👍

ARTHUR MY BELOVED THANK YOU SO MUCH 💗😭🥺

[luveline]

hi jade!! i don’t know if you remember me but a whileee back i sent a message saying how you reminded me of a dear friend that passed away a bit ago. it was her birthday today and i read a bunch of your fics as a sort of like way to honour her because i know that’s what she would’ve done on her actual birthday: read a bunch of fanfiction hahaha

anyway, i cant thank you enough for the comfort you’ve brought me, albeit unknowingly, just by writing and doing what you do. thank you so much jade, truly!

My love! I'm so sorry again to hear about such a good passing on, but it sounds like she was lucky to have a friend as good as you (and I'm sure you were lucky too to know her) (and not because I remind you of her I'm sorry if that sounds insanely conceited i just mean if you're thinking about her and celebrating her on her birthday i assume she was very special to you). There's definitely no thanks necessary my angel, I'm just happy to be here and to get to be read by you!! ♥

[enjomo-arch]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AZZ MY FELLOW PISCES <33 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE MOST AMAZING DAY !!! YOU DESERVE THE WORLD SWEETHEART ♥

Vee  the  sweetest  !! Fellow  pisces  !  It  means  so  much  to  me  bc  gah  damn  it's  my  bday  and  I  believe  I  met  you  around  that  time  like  a  year  ago  ?  or maybe two ? My  memory  may  be  foggy  but  listen  thru  all  the  blogs  we  always  stayed  moots  and  friends  and  I'm  happy  to  see  you  around  my  bday  as  well.  You're  one  of  my  favorite  people  and  a  dear  friend  !!  I  hope  the  month  won't  be  rough  on  you  and  you  find  peace,  a  lil  room  to  breathe  !  You  deserve  all  the  best  things.  Thanks  for  sticking  around  my  dumbass  it  means  a  lot  to  me.

[tvrningout-a]

through swarming ravens had she received the message of a certain pillar's birthday. of course, being the ghost that she wished to remain, a conversation or wishes from her own mouth were seen as impossible. alas, she still wished to make her presence known. & as such, the flame hashira would discover a beautiful arrangement of vibrant fire poppies — flowers that were known to prosper within smoke, heat & most importantly: upon charred soil. 

within the arrangement was the second part of her gift: a ring that appeared a deep onyx at first, alas, when the light of the sun hit it — the red garnet that framed the jewelry became visible. it was mainly forged out of obsidian: a gemstone known to release emotional, physical & spiritual blockages as well as drawing out tension & stress from one's body. the red garnet symbolized passionate devotion towards family, friends, one's own self & their purpose in life. it is also believed to stimulate the senses & increase vitality & stamina. all of these informations & tidbits were hastily scribbled upon a piece of paper that was framed by the flowers & under it all: happy birthday. thank you for protecting this land, dear flame hashira. may all your days be blessed. signed by earth's divinity ♥ // for kyojuro hehe <3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYO ❤ | @vonerde's gaia gives kyojuro a gift!

it isn't often that kyojuro receives gifts -- or rather, it isn't often that someone successfully gives him one. he's never been good at accepting gifts, never felt quite right gaining something for his efforts as a slayer. it isn't why he does this, after all, and he'd rather people spend their money on themselves rather than on him ( shouldn't they treat themselves for surviving an encounter with a demon rather than reward a man trained for such things? ).

but this gift -- with its thoughtfully picked flowers and stunning craftsmanship -- is really too much. kyojuro reads the accompanying note over and over, trying to recall if he's ever met someone who called themselves " earth's divinity " the way uzui called himself " the god of festivals, " but he comes up short. he's never met such a person, and he's certainly never met any sort of divinity before.

his mind stills on that thought, eyes studying the sweet note and the signature once more. he tilts his head, feels his lips tug into a smile.

one doesn't have to meet a god to be watched over by them, do they?

a more skeptical man would dismiss the possibility, but not kyojuro who hears his mother's voice in moments of strife, feels her hands steadying him when his body falters. he accepts that maybe this gift really is from a deity, bows his head in a silent thank you ( do all gods hear prayers said to them? now he wonders ). it's a comforting thought, that a higher being would show such care for a human -- to not only watch over him but to gift him items specifically suited to him.

kyojuro's crow perches herself upon his shoulder, and he gently brushes a finger over her beak. " i wish i could send a letter back! it seems wrong not to when they went to so much trouble! " he says aloud, rereading the note one more time as if that might reveal some sort of new information. " ...would a god even have a home address? "

[sweetpyxels]

Happy Birthday! Hope it's a wonderful day full of love and cake! 🥳

@silwermoon-sims thank you dear so much ♥ I had cupcakes, they were so good ! and love from my family and friends here♥