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[fauvester]

jun wu monroe. very nice king of heaven. no murder at all

[on-the-clear-blue]

Dead Man's Diner pt 4

"THOSE FUCKING BITCHES SAM!" Danny shouted as he stormed into his apartment, slinging his backpack off by the door as he toes his shoes off.

Rounding the corner of the hallway, Danny was met with Tucker, shirtless with only a pair of plaid boxers on, staring at him with sleep glazed eyes, he had a box of cereal in one hand, and a bottle of oat milk in the other, raising the bottle in a salute, Tucker stuffed a handful of cereal into his mouth before taking a swig of the milk, holding up a hand to stop Danny from speaking as he chewed, only letting his hand fall before he spoke.

"What?"

"The Bats are fucking assholes!"

Tucker looked back at the bottle of oat milk, sighed and placed it back in the refrigerator, chucking the box of cereal on the counter, Tucker grabbed Danny by the shoulders.

"Of course they are Jerks Danny..." his grip tightened as he started to shake the Halfa, "I have ten deadlines and 5 missed calls, I really want to geek out right now about you meeting the local heroes but I really don't have the time, so yes, jerks, tell me about it later okay?"

Danny phased through the tough grip on his shoulders, letting out a giggle as he watched Tucker fumble as he no longer had someone to help steady himself, "I did yell specifically for Sam, Tuck so you can't get mad at me! Go huant the Wanyetech building, I know for sure those dudes are way more dead inside than I am!"

Getting a groan from his friend at his dead pun, Danny continued into the apartment, snatching Tuckers cereal box off the counter as he went to sit in the living room.

Spotting Sam typing something on a lap top, her big over the ear headphones blaring as he flops down next to her, which thankfully was enough for her to notice him.

Offering g the box of cereal to her, she sent him a tired smile as she slipped the head phones off and took some of the fruit flavored rings, "Hey there Deadstuff...how was work?"

Danny sent her a grin, "Well, Clocky decided to throw me a bone and I think I got this? He is a little bitch boy that sends me all over the place but this time it was a dined, Lunch Lady taught me how to cook." Pasuing to stuff a new handful of tasty fruity goodness, Danny spoke around the cereal in his mouth "Cookin' ish so much more cool when da food isn't trying to kill you"

Slapping Danny's arm as she rolled her "Don't eat with your mind full and tell me what got you so riled up" Sliding her laptop of her self she tucked her knees up before stretching them out over Danny, who was already going off on his story.

"Wait wait! You had Nightwing in you're restaurant and you didn't get me an autograph?" Same shot Danny a scowl, who at least had the decency to look sorry

"I was going to but they fucking dined and dashed Sam! Even when I was actively Phantom, I never, ever just left a bill!"

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Dick knew that perhaps eating the food was a slightly bad idea, given the look B gave them when him and Tim pulled into the Cave.

He was standing there, arms crossed, thankfully cowl down, what made the sight infinitely less intimidating was Damian doing the same next to him, his head tilted to look down at them and perhaps standing on his tittpy toes a little bit.

Dick wanted to coo at the father son bonding, but remembered he had to act at least a little chastised at the moment "Yes I am sorry B, It was my decision to head in, there was no outward danger so we just took a chance."

Wincing at the gruff grunt he got from that Dick powered on, "I will write a more detailed report, but personally if anything wrong it's likely that the kid working there is Meta? I dont-"

"He can't be meta! He is very clearly a ghost Dick!" Tim interrupted already flipping through some notes he had made on the way back home, "its the only explanation...or he is a 5th dimensional Imp with a passion for cooking but I really hope not those guys suck to deal with..."

Dick nodded at that, but had to say some thing foe his own superfan imp "Nightmite is a chill dude helps sometimes with cases back in Bludhaven!"

Giving a sigh, Bruce rubbed the bridge of his nose, "No mites, no metas, no ghost, go to Medbay I am running blood tests on what sweet hell you have ingested."

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Bruce ran the test again, sure that it was wrong, praying that it was wrong.

TEST COMPLETE

TRACE LAZARUS WATERS DETECTED

Underneath was lists of chemical make ups of the samples Tim took and his sons blood, there were varying levels through out the food samples, some lighter but others were heavy on it.

What was stumping him was...it was nearly perfectly pure, the pits naturally over time get polluted, with the dirt and sediment that falls in, and with the various amounts of bodily parts and fluids that are dipped in it.

But the trace amounts Bruce was finding were a better quality than Ra's own personal pool, not the one he dips in to regain his youth that the LOA make a ritual out of, no the privet one in the Alps that was clear as glacial water.

It didn't make any sense to Bruce, who would be spreading Lazarus water around? Ra's would not simply share his secret pure stash...

Lost in thought, Bruce sat back glaring at the test results.

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"And after I thought I was giving great service, they fucking left, no bill, no tip! I didn't even get to see Nightwings ass as he left! People say it's a godly experience! I was robbed!" Letting out a huff Danny shot Sam an incredulous look at her sudden burst of laughter. "Sa~am, this isn't funny! Never meet your heroes! I am taking this to Twitter! They shall know my fury!" His words only served to make Sam laugh even harder.

Stifling a grin Danny took out hos phone, a old busted thing that was more ducktape and prayers than actual technology, but dear go's did it still work.

<@i-haunt-spirit-holloween

[@.realwing @not-that-red-robin.real yall are toxic twinks came in to my workplace and fucking dined and dashed 0/10 Nightwing has a flat ass.]

Hitting send, Danny put his phone down, choosing to let the nights happenings go past his mind and just hang out with Sam before showering and finally going to bed.

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Tim was hunched over his lap top, going frame by frame of his body cam footage, he *needed* to figure this out, it was like an itch in his brain that he would go through bone to get through.

His work payed off as he clicked forward another time, his feed went static before it showed a blurry blue blob in place of the diner! Proof! It was there!

Jumping at the sudden bang of his bedroom door being thrown open, Tim whirled to around to see Dicks distressed face, standing up, Tim prepared for the worst, something happened. Bruce was dead agian it had to be-

"TIMMY I AM A TWINK AM I??" Was Dicks wail as he flopped down on Tim's bed.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, Tim looked longingly at his laptop before closing it, "Dick, what the fuck."

Rolling around on the bed, Dick finally looked up at Tim "Littlewing sent me a tweet and...ugh just look!" Thrusting out his phone as he spoke

Pasuing at the mention of Jason, Tim  looked down at the screen and froze

"Holy shit...we forgot to pay didn't we...fuck Jason is never going to let us live that down."

Tim still remembered the first time he witnessed one of Jason's famous "make Bruce spend more money" rants about tipping.

It was glorious.

Tim now realized he would be one of two that was likely going to have to face it next.

"UGH?? You focus on the money and not the other parts? Tim I was called a toxic twink with no ass! This is a declaration of war! I have never been so offended!" Dick sat up, eyes narrowd while Tim opened up the tweet on his own phone.

"The comments agree Dick, I am sorry, you now have a flat ass congrats and welcome to the club" Tim said dryly, trying to go to the posters page, since it was clearly Danny who posted it.

Only the app crashed when he tried to. And again when he tried to a second time, and his web browser crashed when he tried opening it there

Tim was baffled on what was happening while Dick lemented on his bed before deciding to hack it later.

<@not-that-red-robin.real

[@i-haunt-spirit-holloween super sorry about that send me venmo and I'll pay with tip]

<@i-haunt-spirit-holloween

[@not-that-red-robin.real Fuck that face me like a coward bitch bet you wont]

<@not-that-red-robin.real

[@i-haunt-spirit-holloween...bet]

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Somewhere in a safe house in Crime Ally, Jason let out a little giggled as he scrolled through the comments on the funniest post he had found in a while, Jason was surely going to have to speak to Timberly and Dickiebird about paying their bills but right now?

He was kicking his feet watching Dick have a public meltdown as Nightwing.

Finally, he wouldn't be the only one who had to retake the Bat Media course.

How was he supposed to know doing peace signs next to a person he just shot wasn't allowed?

[arandomao3user]

I love the idea that your freak!Bernard and Jason would just vibe together on a matching bff chaotic energy and at the same time Bernard is constantly ready to sucker punch that bitch because of Tim's neck scars.

Tim trying to explain his double sliced throat to Bernard and also reassuring him that it wasn't a sex thing for Jason would have been such a weird conversation.

"No, Babe, that was aggression, not aggressive sex. We're doing the enemies-to-brothers trope. Neither of us are into each other and we never have been."

"How do you feel about a third scar? From me? That is definitely from aggressive sex?"

"...I mean, if I take my antibiotics..."

This is what I mean when I say I need people to match my freak, because Bernard is a certified freak and I had a hyperfixation on BDSM and kink in general that I'm not gonna get to into because it clashes hard with my asexual vibes I am trying to give off but—

TRUST, IT MAKES SENSE! THE MATH MATHS!

Anyways, I actually love that so much. And have not been writing TimBern smut for the past three hours. *finger guns*

—

Bernard, feeling along Tim's neck, over the thin, smooth scar that's a perfect line across Tim's throat: Where did you get this scar from? Patrol?

Tim: Uh... Jason?

Bernard:

Tim:

Bernard: I did not think you had an incest kink—

Tim: NO! NO! EW, GODs, ACTUALLY KILL ME— NO! no. No. No. No, uh, actually he attacked me in Titans Tower—

Bernard: Hedidwhat.

Tim: Not aggressive sex! Just aggression :D

Bernard:

—

Jason: Glad Tim finally found someone capable of cookin', I love Steph, but if those two stayed together they both would've starved.

Bernard: Hey, Tim can make cake!

Jason: Good cake?

Bernard: . . . He can decorate them real nice!

Jason: You're both hopeless.

—

Jason, minding his own business in the manor:

Bernard, pulling his earrings out and putting them in his pocket as he walks up: Hey, Jason?

Jason: Yeah, blonde one?—

Bernard, punching him right in the nose: YOU SLIT MY BOYFRIENDS THROAT!?

Tim: BERNARD, NO!

Duke: STEPH, GET THE CAMERA!

Steph: ON IT!

Dick: NO!

Damian: I've been wanting to see this fight, though I thought it'd be between Dowd and Richard.

—

Bernard, laying on Tim: Hey, love dove?

Tim, half awake: Hm?

Bernard, tracing Tim's scars: So, these scars on your neck... How would you feel about an addition?

Tim, definitely awake now: Elaborate?

Bernard, grinning suggestively: Let's just say you wouldn't be able to look at your neck without vividly remembering everything I did to you before and after, though the in between might be foggy...

Tim, swallowing hard against Bernard's fingers: Why's that?

Bernard, leaning in closer to whisper: Well, I heard oxygen deprivation can effect your memories. But don't worry, you know how well I take care of you while your brain is all fuzzy, and you sing pretty little bird sings for me... I could cut you up so nicely, and make those scars on your neck a very, very happy memory?

Tim:

Tim: The knives are clean?

Bernard: Always.

Tim: Get them.

[skibidiahaajarkin]

Band-aids

Troy comes back home from his father after losing another game. Lint helps him patch him up, again.

HELLO LINTROLLER NATION. I AM BACK AT IT AGAIN. I think I could have done better but this will never get done if I keep messing around with it..... ALSO! i guess inspired by. another fic that i wrote. if you wanna read that one too

Troy enters the house. As he closes the door behind him, he already feels his eyes begin to water.

Lint hears him walk through the door, and he puts his pen and paper down to go greet him. He isn’t surprised to see Troy crying, he lost another game and it’s safe to assume that his father didn’t take it well. He usually doesn’t. “Happened again?” Lint says, just above a whisper. Troy nods his head.

There is silence in the room now.

Lint speaks up again, “Do you wanna just hang out for a little bit? We could watch TV. You don’t have to say anything.”

Lint doesn’t see any marks, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there or that nothing happened. Judging by the way Troy holds onto his arm, though, he has an idea of what may have occurred. The two of them walk over to the couch and take their seats. Neither of them really care what’s on the TV, they just care about being by each other’s sides.

Lint wraps an arm around Troy. This has happened enough times for Troy to know that Lint is safe, that he won’t hurt him, and now it is a comforting feeling for him. He likes being close to Lint. It’s nice to know what it feels like to be this close to someone and still feel safe.

“Hey, Lint, I’m not- I’m not, like, a disappointment, am I? My dad’s just lying, right broski?” Troy always asks this, and Lint always tells him that his dad is wrong. “No, Troy, you aren’t a disappointment. Not to me.”

Troy takes a deep breath. Tears still stream down his face, but it has slowed a bit since they sat down. “He hurt me. My arm.” “Do you want me to help?” “Not now. I like how we are now.” “Okay, man. I’ll patch you up later, then. We can stay here as long as you like.”

Lint wants to help more, but if Troy is okay for now, that’s all that matters. If Troy is happy, that’s enough for them.

Lint hates that he expects this kind of thing to happen after Troy loses games, and they wish that one day he won’t have to deal with this. What Lint didn’t expect, though, was for Troy to wrap his own arms around him and hug him. Lint’s not complaining, though. Troy lays his head against Lint’s shoulder. He looks tired. He can’t really blame him, it’s been a long day for both of them. It’s about time they got some rest.

–

Lint wakes up the next morning on the couch, and he immediately notices the absence of Troy in his arms and the sound of eggs scrambling in the kitchen.

Lint got up from the couch and moved slowly to the kitchen. They probably would’ve slept better if he’d gone to his own bed, but they don't mind waking up on the couch because he knows Troy was happy. Lint starts brewing a pot of coffee, and he barely even notices Troy in the corner of his eye cooking scrambled eggs. Surely the eggs are burnt by now, they should've been done a minute or two ago. But they notice something else, too. Troy is wearing a short-sleeve shirt, and now Lint sees exactly what Troy was talking about last night. He saw what was hurting and he wishes they could’ve helped him earlier.

“Does your arm hurt? I could help you make it feel better.” Lint asks. His voice is still groggy and crackly, since they’ve just woken up. “Nah broski, it hurts a little but I’m cookin’ up some freaking scrambled eggs, man!”

Lint glances into the pan. That is not edible. At least not anymore.  “Hey, man, I think the eggs are burnt. Like, I don’t think that’s edible.” “Oh.”

Lint turns the stove off and takes the pan full of extremely burnt scrambled eggs outside. The 2 of them did try to eat the scrambled eggs, but like Lint thought, they weren’t very appetizing.

Well, that’s three perfectly good eggs down the drain. Or should they say, into the yard for stray animals to get after. They place the now empty pan in the sink when they return, and he grabs an ice pack from the freezer. He always has ice packs ready now, just in case Troy gets hurt. And he gets hurt more often than not. Even though they’ve played this game a hundred times before, Troy still just looks back at Lint as if he’s a deer in headlights.

“Dude, I’m fine. It’s not even that bad, man, it’ll just go away soon…” Troy murmured. “But it does hurt, doesn’t it? And it could hurt a little less. Just hold that ice pack up to your arm, wherever it hurts most, man! I’ll be back in a second!” Lint replies before running off to grab a box of band-aids, which in this situation are completely useless, but it’ll make Troy feel a bit better and they know that.

Lint rushes back to where Troy stands in the kitchen holding a box of regular old band-aids. They would’ve grabbed the fun ones with cartoon characters on them, but they ran out of those from last time and this is all they’ve got now. Lint grabs a couple of band-aids and applies them to the bruises. This act isn’t going to help anything, really, but it’s the thought that counts. This says ‘I love you’ better than any words could, at least for Lint and Troy.

For them, they don’t need to say ‘I love you’ to each other, it’s already present in the way that they speak, in the way they look at each other, it’s present in every little thing that they do. Even if Troy is still unlearning, even if Lint is stuck waiting to hear those words for the rest of his life, that’s fine by them. Because everything is okay now. Troy is safe, Troy is smiling. Troy is happy, and so is Lint.

[fire-lizard-ro]

Ohoho Sunday thoughts you say? >:D this is loosely based on the prior ask? But I was just thinking how Sunday would probably try (keyword try) to remain pure and abstain from s*x before marriage, yknow? But when he finally does have you as his own, all bets are off. Angel boi is horny and wants you :( in his mind: it’s pure and simple yet beautiful lovemaking between two souls :( and in my love deprived ass I would melt because I know he’d be big on giving and receiving praise fjgjgjgj even would enjoy the idea of extending the Family if you were down for it (whether or not you could, he enjoys the idea of it) ((also he likes control so))

And don’t get me staarttteddd on his sweet aftercare and pillow talk D: oml you’d quite literally be on cloud nine!! He is too tho :) and he cannot help himself from just being so sweet and genuine orz

ohhHHHHH- Y e s I like this quite a bit. Need this to take a break from the angst I’ve been cookin up with a certain someone (you know who you are OTL).

Fair warning y’all are gonna end up seeing me write a fic about him that is blatantly blasphemous with religious themes (pretends like I’m not already working on one like that with Argenti).

Anyways- Back to this.

Thank you so much for the ask~ I love Sunday so much. <333333

CW: possessive behavior, cumming inside, fluff!!! (crazy I know how very almost off brand of me-), maybe some blasphemous thoughts? (idk that they count with aeons but hey-), marking, breeding kink (he’s saying it regardless of whether you are able to have children or not bc regardless it’s h o t -), praise

Reader gender: gender neutral (I tried not to say anything that would be too telling about what sex the reader is so please read it as such! I don’t think I said anything that was like that-)

So going off the last ask, we’re going to assume that he likes you enough to feel great affection for you. Enough to want you. To feel his own carnal desires rear their head even before you’ve married. It manifests in his seemingly innocent yet wandering hands. A hand on your waist as he passes by you. His hands drifting dangerously low when you hug. Leaning in close to talk to you. Lips making their way down from your forehead to your cheek to the corner of your lips. The placement of his kiss making its way to your lips slowly with every goodbye kiss.

But at some point, he can’t really stop himself from at least using those pretty hands of his on you- Along with that silver tongue and sinful mouth. He’ll make you feel so incredibly good, plunging his long fingers into you and taking you into his mouth. He’s lick and suck at you and even slide his tongue inside you. Perhaps the taste of you would be enough to tide him over until you were properly his- Married to him. It would have to be enough because you deserved to have a perfect wedding and perfect wedding night.

But aeons that doesn’t stop him from pleasuring you with what he can before then in order to hopefully keep himself in line. Even as his cock aches with the need to have you, he’ll just hold you down and whisper sweet promises in your ear. Even if you beg him, he won’t. Just wait for him baby just a little longer-

But after the ceremony is over and the afterparty is done and the guests all leave-

Oh dear. You’re finally left alone with your hungry fian- husband. You’re finally left alone with your absolutely famished husband. And you’re on the menu.

It begins like how many of your other encounters of sexual nature begin.

Sweet kisses that make it seem like he wants to swallow you whole.  Gentle hands taking in the feel of you in his arms. Trailing kisses down your throat, eyes closed in ecstasy because you were finally his now. He can have you with no regrets. All that waiting was for this moment. When he could finally have you wholly. And that makes this moment in the warm light of the bedside lamp and the cooler shades of the moon all the sweeter.

Wetted fingers stretching you in preparation for something larger, taking their time in their task despite knowing you well by then. Because even if this was to get you ready to become one with him- He’s wants to draw as much pleasure from you as possible. This is a special night for the two of you. One he will cherish completely and one he wants to make perfect for you. His arm would be holding him up, cradled behind your head for you to lean on while he molds himself to your side. Even as you whine and roll your hips into the curl of his fingers inside you, pressing on that special spot inside you, he kisses your cheeks gently with soothing words. “Good… very good, my love. Just a little more- I want you to finish on my fingers first. Can you do that for me, my sweet? I know you can-”

Just as he gives you your first orgasm of the night, he takes your lips once more while gently coaxing your through the waves of pleasure. He’s so soft, guiding you through the dance even while your mind goes blank for a bit as he watches your expression. “That’s it. I’ve got you.”

It’s then that he kisses you almost chastely before beginning his journey down your body to have his prize. The prize being whatever he’s managed to pull from you. He’d lick it from your body in broad strokes as though he were tasting honey dribbled over your form, caressing your every curve as he went.

Sunday would dribble lube over himself, a hand slathering the viscous substance over his cock in pumping motions. It was almost erotic watching him. The way he'd squeeze just a little at the top and you would watch his hardness twitch and drool between his fingers. But when you look up, the angelic man would only be looking at you. Gazing lovingly- longingly at you.

That's how it always was. Ever since meeting, he couldn't seem to take his eyes off you. You were simply radiant to him. Unlike anything or anyone else he'd ever seen.

Leaning over you to settle himself between your legs, Sunday would give you another kiss before asking if you were ready. While waiting for your answer, he'd go back to nip and lick at your neck. He wanted to mark you for all to see- You were his. His lover, his spouse, his soulmate. His. No one else's. He would love and care for you in every way, he'd think to himself.

And no- Don't just nod at him. "I need to hear you say it, dove. Please? For me, my dear?" Once you'd given him your clear consent, he'd bring you into a deep kiss while lining himself up with your stretched out, wet entrance. He can't even bring himself to tease you a little. Though the thought crossed his mind, he knew he'd been waiting far too long for this.

Once he was in the proper place, he'd rest his forehead against yours, the two of you breathing in each other's air while he looks down at where the two of you would be connected, fingers drifting to fondle you in order to distract from any possible pain you may feel with a gentle hum.

As Sunday would finally push in, cockhead popping inside, he'd gasp against your lips with twitching hips he had to force still. "Are you alright, love?" Taking a moment for himself to regain his composure and steel himself, he'd hide away in the crook of your neck to breathe in your scent and feel your pulse beneath his soft lips. Once you were ready it would be but a slow rock of his hips, moving gently inside you, to eventually sheath himself completely inside. As he worked himself into your tightness, Sunday would whisper sweet words into your ears in a whisper, as though the words were only for the two of you despite no one else being around- The words would come in between kisses while he rubbed a hand up and down your side to comfort you, the hand occasionally straying to rub your sex or pluck at your nipples to distract you from the strain of this part of the night.

Once bottomed out, your ass resting in the cradle of his hips with his body covering yours, he would ask you if you're alright and give you time to adjust. It's all praises here, the man telling you just how good you are for him and saying that you're doing wonderfully. After some time passes and you rock your hips against his to test your comfort, a small moan would be startled out of him before it devolves into a chuckle. "Are you ready, my love?"

It'd start with hip just grinding into you, firm but slow and accompanied by a pleasured sigh from him. He'd hold back none of his sounds because he wanted you to know how good you made him feel. Then he'd pull out only just a bit before thrusting himself back in. At some point he had begun to properly fuck you, the push and pull like the rocking of a boat on a gentle sea. This was making love. And after angling his hips, he found your sweet spot he'd only ever touched with those pretty fingers of his.

It'd be a struggle to not lose himself in you. In your all-consuming presence and the pleasure you gave him- In the love you showed him as you reached up to bring him close with a whimper of his name. It was like hearing the gospel fall from your lips. And they might as well have been. For now you were his everything. His god, his true Harmony. Were you to say it, it would be so. And right now, you were telling him that it felt good and asking him to keep going. So, he would.

With teeth gently marking all the places he'd been, his darkened eyes would watch the way you arch your back and moan to the heavens (they were yours anyways). Sunday is something that knows how to hide its teeth and disguise itself in the form of a man. He was careful to dull his claws so he would not hurt you when he held you close. Careful to veil the violence that was part of him, showing in his eyes, when he was with you. But he was a beast who knew the taste of blood. And yet you, his pure and lovely dove, loved him and accepted him. You said he was a good man and that you loved him. You were his truth. So, it must be so.

He wanted to claim you so wholly that none could ever deny that you both belonged to one another. That none could mistake that you were his deity and him your humble and devout servant who worshiped you here in the temple of your bed, giving you his offerings in pleasure, loyalty, and love. That brought another idea to mind of just how he could claim you and show you his deepest love.

"I want to breed you, my love. To carry on the family and mark you inside with my cum. Would that be alright? Do you want that as well, dove?"

He would speed up now, thinking about how he could have a family with you. How lovely you would look with a child tottering around behind you. He would make it happen no matter what so long as you wanted it as well. When you agree, he'd smile so wide his face hurt and shower you with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, my love my heart my everything-"

He can hardly fathom how he'd lived without you before.

Touching and kissing you all over he drove the two of you to your peak, the both of you moaning and whining against each other's lips as you kissed through the high. His hips continued to rock into yours to prolong the waves of pleasure that washed over you before slowing to a stop when you both became overstimulated.

"Thank you, love. You did so well- So very good for me. I love you so much," he'd praise and declare between kisses that he planted all over- Everywhere he could reach while wrapped up in your arms and holding you so close you wondered if the two of you could fuse together. "I love you, too," you'd mumble against his lips as he came back to them for a proper kiss. The chaste peck turning into a sensuous slide of lips, unhurried and full of undeniable love.

Even when he withdrew from your now cum-filled hole and began to clean you up, he would praise you and ask you how you felt while pressing kisses every place he touched. Once everything was done and he'd had you drink water, he'd lay down and pull you to lay on his chest. While stroking your back and pressing a kiss to your hair, he'd bid you goodnight and say yet another "I love you" before quietly humming to help you drift asleep.

Hopefully that was to your liking~ I had fun writing it! Thank you for the idea and for letting me write more about Sunday! <333

Feel free to send in another request if you want, hehe.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Country Rose 3

Warnings: age gap, power dynamics, creep behaviour, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!

Enjoy, my loverlies.

You go down and find Martha in the kitchen. She smiles so brightly as you appear and offer to help her finish the corn. You can't help a sliver of glumness. Your mother never was so happy to see you. No, it's her disappointment that pushed you accept the job  to move away to the middle of no where. 

The more you think about it, the more you doubt yourself. To what end are you putting yourself through this desolate purgatory. It might be novel and peaceful now but you always tend to grow bored with the familiar. It's the very reason you flunked out of college. You couldn't do the same day over and over.  

"What are we making with the corn?" You ask, hoping the conversation can ease the tension, not just with Martha but in your mind. 

"Oh, I got some potatoes to roast and some beef. Homegrown," she explains, "you do a lotta cookin', sweetheart?" 

"Mostly out of boxes," you laugh, "but I'm willing to learn. How are you roasting the potatoes? Quartered? Sliced?" 

"Oh, you are so darned helpful," she brightens and gently taps your arm, "you can grab the sack just there," she points to the pantry door, "and give em a scrub before you cut em. Anyway you like. I'll pick out some seasonings." 

"Sounds like a plan," you agree. 

You set to work. You haul out the heavy canvas bag with a grunt and barely get it on the counter. Martha hands you a metal strainer, dented from years of use, and you fill it, rinsing the skins in the deep sink. 

"Clark said something about school," Martha says, "you'll learn a lot more out here." 

"Oh, yeah, dropped out," you turn and pick up the knife she set out with the thick board. "You know... just wasn't for me. My mom didn't want me sitting around and to be honest, I hate doing nothing." 

"Lots to do around here," she assures. 

She doesn't seem sad at the statement. She seems excited for your help. You're almost relieved as you expected cow dung and horse flies. 

"I'll be sure to carry my weight," you promise as you start chopping.  

"Mm, how sweet you are," she trills, "I see why Clark brought you here." 

"Uh, yeah, I'd hate to let him down. And it's a far way from home." 

"Why, you're grown. Not really meant to be home, is it? Finding your way like we all do," she hums and fills a pot with water, covering the corn cobs. 

Before she can attempt to lift it, you're at her side, "let me, please." 

"Oh, dang, you are just like, Clark," she mutters  "I'm not out to pasture just yet." 

"I know, but... it's heavy even for me," you assure her and show your effort as you carry the pot to the stove. 

"Mmm, still my house," she frowns and backs up. "Well, when I was your age, me and Jonathan were married for a while. Couple years but... no kids. Not til Clark came along." 

"Oh? How old were you when... when you had him?" You ask out if courtesy. You peek at her. You're not sure of her age and you're not bold enough to guess. Clark has to be at least in his mid-30s. 

"Oh, yes, about his age now," she answers as if reading your mind. "He's mine. Ours. Not by blood. Could never... you know..." she looks grim as she lowers her chin, "all the same, me and Jonathan never saw him as anything but ours." 

"Adopted?" You wonder. 

"Think we were meant to wait for him," she perks up, "anyway, how can I be sad with such a good son? Don't ya think?" 

"Yes, Clark is very nice," you agree. 

"Sweet boy," she preens, "strong, gentle, smart." She clasps her hands together, "I'm sure I don't need to say it." 

"Mm, uh huh," you murmur, not really sure what she means. 

“I know a lovely idea,” she says, “I have the meat marinating so why don’t you take him some of my sun tea? It’s his favourite.” 

“Ah, um, sure, I can do that.” 

“And take your time. You don’t gotta stay inside all day,” she chimes. 

“There’s a pitcher in the fridge. Put some ice in before you rush off. Have some yourself if you like.” 

You take the task as an opportunity to see more of the farm You pour a glass of the dark iced tea and add a few cubes of ice. Martha watches you go with a bright expression that leaves you a bit uneasy. It’s just her way, you guess. Maybe it’s a part of her condition. Clark mentioned she wasn’t quite herself. 

You head out and stop at the top step of the porch. You realise, you don’t know where to look for him. Instead, you look out at the fields and the barn, and the meeting of blue and green off on the horizon. It’s beautiful. You think this is what it feels like to have your breath taken away. 

“Hey,” Clark startles you as he appears. “Dinner already?” 

“Um, just tea, your mom sent it out,” you come down the steps to meet him. His skin glistens in sweat that dampens the edges of his shirt. The fabric clings to the thick muscles beneath.  

“Thanks, you have any?” He accepts the glass and gulps deeply. 

“Not yet, maybe with dinner.” 

“How’s ma doing?” 

“Fine, fine. I’m just helping her. She seems happy.” 

“She would be,” he shrugs, “always wanted a daughter. Spoiled me for sure but I know. She would’ve done well with one.” 

“Yeah, uh, but she loves you.” 

“Well, yeah, but every mother wants a daughter,” he says, “what about you? How are you settling in?” 

“Um, good. It’s... different.” 

“For now,” he says, “but you’ll get used to it.” 

[bears-ao3-blog]

I’ve got something cookin’ folks.

“But Bear? You wrote a novel-length fic in 2 weeks! You should really slow down…relax for a bit!”

I laugh, evilly, maniacally even maybe

“No.”

—————

Meet the Scouts!

This will be for a cross-faction Speeding Bullet fic, and I thought it would be interesting to design new characters for each role on the other team. For example….

The idea of Anthony being from The Bronx was too good to pass up, especially with the opposing baseball teams lol. I’ve decided to make the other characters a bit of a dark reflection of sorts: mirroring but juxtapositioning the OG characters’ personalities.

Also the fact that they’re nearly the same person but despise each other is very entertaining to me.

[merakiui]

meraaaaaaaaaa i miss your azul thoughts 🥺🥺🥺🥺

any new azul thoughts cookin?

AAAA I MISS THE AZUL THOUGHTS, TOO!!!!! OTL I can't wait to finish the sequel to Azul thought 2. >:D and then I'll write the other Azul thoughts (ex-husband, captive mer, azul x octa housewarden!reader, etc). I always have new thoughts for that tako!! There's one I desperately want to write, but the way the plot is structured...... I fear it may span more than just standard oneshot length.

The basic idea is that darling runs an advice blog for relationships and sex and loser virgin Azul keeps up with your posts, impressed by your knowledge, experience, and advice. In a moment of drunken vulnerability, he writes to you privately with a unique request, asking if you might be able to help him love and accept his body during intimacy. You're going to turn him down because his offer to pay you a hefty sum for your services seems too good to be true, but then your sleazy landlord hits you with an eviction notice and suddenly every conceivable idea to make money fast is on the table. You never do these types of things because you're most comfortable behind the screen, but if it means saving yourself from eviction........ the only issue is that you're as virgin as they come. T_T you just happen to be too good at giving realistic advice.

It's a very silly rom-com in which you're stuck with Azul on a five-day cruise and you have to pretend to be a sex god if you want to swindle him out of his money. Otherwise slimy landlord Jade Leech is going to kick you out of the apartment you hold near and dear to your heart. >_<

The Vision is that you're so wrapped up in trying to act like you know everything there is to know about sexual experiences and Azul is so out of his element, but he's going to try to go with your flow and unintentionally he finds himself charmed by you. Also I just want to write these two losers trying to have sex in the dark LOL. Azul who is hesitant to turn the lights on but also he wants to see you, but you're so insistent that the lights be kept off because if you see his dick in real life you might actually lose your mind. T_T they're both awkward idiots, your honor........ the silliest of geese.

[sevs-corner]

More quick shot ideas on Tf 141: Mafia AU!

Don’t know much about the other charas in CoD like Horangi, Konig, Roach, etc.. (i’m still making progress in watching all the campaign vids- so far tho, finished MW1 and MW2, and in the middle of MW3 right nowww~ So, won’t be able to do much of them but ohohoho- Alejandro? Rudy? Alex? Graves? Nikolai? Oml LETS GET TO IT !!!

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Of course there were other families in this quaint middle ground of a city. As the place of commodity and exchanges, bumping into one another was inevitable.

Although, more predictable for you at this point in your job

Like clockwork, every Wednesday afternoons, people would flock in after the usual 5pm check out hours

Those people being the mafiosos.

“Hey sweet cheeks, got anythin’ new f’me?” Graves asked with a raised brow, lips curved into a smirk as he sees the twinkle in your eyes

“You’re lucky I do actually,” you roll your eyes playfully, “you’re my first so take it easy on me!”

After leaving real quick to grab a slice of the new blueberry cheesecake you made, you plated it and slide it on the counter for him to grab

Leaning over the counter, he smiles and thanks you for your hard work, “I bet this will be your finest one yet!”

He winks while you playfully gagged, all the while pushing his shoulder to get him off the counter

You chuckle and wave him off, “nah, I still have much to learn from Nonna.”

He nods knowingly, grabbing a fork by the register, “she keepin’ you on your toes?”

You nod with a sigh, “when is she not really?”

Laughing, he decides to eat while chatting you up- so he could compliment you directly. He slides his fork in to eat a piece while, humming in the delight at the sour hint of the blueberries and the soft berry cream which complements into mix of flavors, he couldn’t help but savor it.

“Good?” You ask, swaying from side to side in anticipation for his comment. A wonky smile on your face, unable to hide the anxiety creeping beneath your skin

If there was one thing you could trust about these people, it was their comments when it came to food

From their instinctual body reactions to their initial facial expressions- you took all into consideration, which was quite cute of you to do of course

Graves knows this by how your forehead would scrunch lightly, your glasses falling down the bridge of your nose, lips pursed or bit (depending on how serious you were about the feedback), hands wringing, with small bits and pieces of baby hair framing your face.

He adores that part of you so much that he’ll take every opportunity to see it— just like this moment

He hums and pats your head, “very much so, sweet cheeks~.”

You cheered, immediately ran to the back, telling the two busy couple of what one of your customers said.

Family! They both shout at you back but all you can do is giggle, feeling all fuzzy being complimented for your hard work.

Graves could only stare from afar, seeing how you bounced with each step in happiness- all because he said it was really good.

The unintentional effect you had on each other was not to be underestimated…

But he wasn’t the only one-

"Mi hermosa! It smells especially good today!"

Hearing the chime of the doorbell out front made you quickly go back to your station

Only to snicker in amusement at how huffy Graves was being held closely to the ever friendly Alejandro.

"why thank the cooks at the back!" you proudly claimed with a thumb jutted towards the direction of the kitchen, where the couple waved at the two from their places.

"they're always cookin' up something good for the soul," you hummed, basically vibrating in your spot at how maybe you can ask for Alejandro's opinion on your newly made creation

"it's why we always come back," Graves agrees, finally able to get out Alejandro's grasp with a cheeky grin of his own

"Thanks again for the cake sweet cheeks," Graves waves to you while approaching his table, "be a dear and send me my tea when you're done?"

You nod at his follow-up, giving him two thumbs up before turning to Alejandro who couldn't help but feel a lil' jealous from how giddy you seemed with the dirty americano

With a silent huff, he places the pieces together and now begs for a slice of whatever Graves has on his plate

"Its still a work in progress," you admitted embarrassingly, "I hope you don't mind- and no need to pay either! Think of it as a free sample."

Alejandro clicked his tongue while shaking his head, still opening his wallet and sliding the usual amount to you.

"Paying hasn't and will ever be a problem with me, Mi hermosa."

He admitted seriously and you couldn't help but look away with a light tint to your cheeks.

Seeing this side of Alejandro always made your head feel light...

"Fine!" You shoved the plate in his hands (albeit still carefully), "just tell me how it taste then!"

"Call it even, eh?" He winks, a chuckle rumbling even through you as you practically get swooped into his aura alone.

Call it swooning or whatever but only this man has the chops to make you go dumb from his presence alone

"ye-yeah, but how is it though?" you quickly pivoted again in nervousness as you see him finally take a bite of your work

Deciding to play with you a little, he takes a while to comment- appreciating each chew even though he already swallowed a couple seconds ago

Still, he liked having your eyes so focused on him

"sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?"

You begged, tugging on his sleeve desperately, the wait killing your soul so slowly that it makes you pout

Seeing this, Alejandro cackled and pinched your cheeks teasingly

"It was delicious mi hermosa," he finally admits, "good balance of sweet and sour too."

Cheering, you- in the heat of the moment and unable to hold back your inhibitions- pulled him closer by the sleeve, catching him by surprise by how strong your grip was and how soft your lips was on his cheek.

"You're the best Ale!"

You giddily leave him by the front, unknowingly leaving a dysfunctional alejandro.exe behind with a slightly panicky Rudy just right behind him.

"Boss!" Rudy shouts, finally snapping Alejandro out of his stupor

He was ready to glare at his friend until he saw the look on his face and the words that accompanied it

"Oi! Los Vaqueros!" Alejandro called out to his men hanging around the cafe, "let's go!"

"you're leaving already?" you asked sadly, coming right outside the kitchen with a take-out cups in hand.

"Yeah," Alejandro quickly walks up to you and kisses your temple before taking one of the cups from your hand. "Can't wait to try more of you-r sweets."

You grin and nod, "take care!"

"Gotta go too sweet cheeks," you turn in shock to Graves who surprisingly got to your behind, stealing the other cup from you just as quickly.

"Thanks again for the treats!"

He squeezes your hips in appreciation before leaving with his crew, making you grumble under your breath at how careless the man was being.

"Don't let the cat get you on your way out back!"

You warned, grabbing a broom to clean up the place once more.

"I won't- AAAAHHHH DAMMIT!"

you chuckled to yourself, proud at how you trained that cat to jump Graves- who for some reason loves exiting through the back side of the bakery every time.

"Alright,~" you stretch and fetch your earphones, "back to work..." ... .. .

"We're back lassie!"

"Oh for fucks sake..."

[amyispxnk]

Best Idea You’ve Ever Had

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel’s job is boring so you help make it a little more exciting ;)

A/N: I actually don’t have anything to say this time (goes on to ramble) I kind of like it and I’m like ‘oh I wrote a decent smut for once’ but I feel like I’m gonna read this again tomorrow and be like ew. I don’t really feel like I did this justice if you get what I’m saying. Feels very basic boring but anyway please read lmk and all the shit!!

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: established relationship, SMUT - blowjob, face-fucking, cum eating -, pet names, kissing, good girl used once, mm i think that’s it

DO NOT COPY THIS WORK IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

Joel adjusted the reading glasses which were close to falling off his nose, head tipping downwards as he tried to not fall asleep during this damned meeting and actually take notes which he needed for later.

His job was great, paid well, had reasonable enough hours - compared to his last job, where he could be working until anytime between 5 and midnight - and wasn’t too difficult, but god was it boring. He’d much rather be doing anything at all with you. You, who were probably sat downstairs, nose buried in one of those books you always read, legs curled beneath you as you laid on the couch, without him. It was the weekend, you were supposed to be spending time together and instead he was forced into work again, missing out on spending time with you again.

He pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, looking back up to the computer screen when he heard a quiet knock on his office door.

“Joel?” Your small voice asked from behind it, keeping caution to not disturb him too much during his meeting.

He checked his microphone was muted before turning slightly. “Yeah, sweetheart?” He replied, watching as you walked in and gently shut the door behind you. You walked past his chair and sat on the small couch which was to the left of his desk, just behind it.

“You ‘member what we were talking about last night?” You asked.

He pondered it for a moment, furrowing his brows and cursing his age for not remembering that thing you were discussing the night before. You always talked a lot at night, save for a few times when he’d been close to sleeping on the couch and you could barely manage sleeping back-to-back, so his mind was replaying the most recent, lengthy conversation you’d had. When he remembered, his expression flickered with surprise before his lips curved into a smirk.

Last night, you two had talked about plans for the weekend during dinner when his meeting came up.

“I wanted to spend the whole weekend with you, we barely get time anymore..” He said with a frown as he finished telling you about the meeting and how long it would certainly take.

“Because we’re workin’ our asses off.” You quipped, trying to lighten his mood a little bit and internally melting at just how distraught he seemed at not being able to be with you the entire day tomorrow.

“That’s true.” He agreed with a little smile.

You let a moment of silence pass as you both finished eating quietly, when a devilish thought crossed your mind - a grin broadening on your face to pair with it.

“What you smirkin’ ‘bout?” He questioned as he took a sip of his water and stood up to go put your dishes away, you following behind him into the kitchen.

“Your meeting’s gonna last pretty much the whole day then?” Dodging the question as you still mulled over your idea in your head, not wanting to straight up ask him in case it made him feel awkward.

He nodded, uncertainty now painting all of his features as he looked at you. “What evil plot’re you cookin’ up in there?” He tapped on the side of your skull before his arms crossed over his chest and he leaned back against the counter, watching you and waiting for you to speak.

“What if I sucked you off during the meeting?” You blurted out, unable to stop yourself from laughing after you said it. “Sorry- if it’s weird, I just thought it might be fun, you’re always saying your job is so boring and annoying and-”

He quickly cut you off from your rambling. “Best fuckin’ idea you’ve ever had.” He told you, mind reeling at the prospect and his eyes genuinely seeming to light up as he thought harder and harder about it (something else getting harder and harder with it).

You were not expecting such an enthusiastic answer, nor such an enthusiastic kiss from him which made you feel like you were being swooped off your feet.

You giggled into the kiss as he finally broke apart from you, chest rising and falling heavily. “That’s settled then, I’ll add it to my checklist for tomorrow.” You smiled before going to get a glass of water and getting ready for bed.

“Yeah. I remember.” He said slowly, eyes narrowing as he thought it over in his head. “I gotta speak too though, might make it difficult.”

You walked up to him, lips pushed forward in a pout as you leaned forward to look over his shoulder, confirming his camera was off, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Please, Joel. Jus’ wanna make you feel good.” You spoke in a sultry tone.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as his jaw clenched and praying to the lord nothing would go wrong, also asking for some more resistance against you because you could honestly get him to do anything anytime you wanted just like that.

“Okay.” He nodded, pants growing tighter as he watched you lower yourself beneath his desk, making sure you didn’t knock your head and settling between his legs. He adjusted his positioning in the chair so he could spread his legs a little wider for you, giving you the go-ahead.

You reached for the waistband of his pants, pulling them down and letting them pool around his ankles as you took his throbbing cock in hand, pumping him a few times and savouring the sight of him literally tearing the fabric of his office chair, digging his nails into it as he resisted the urge to move, grab you, touch you, pull you closer - anything.

You pressed kisses around his groin, a hand reaching up to massage his balls gently as you teased him and waited until it was his turn to speak.

He groaned at your touch, brows furrowed as he panted heavily. It was his turn to speak now, and he cautiously turned on his mic, putting his left hand on yours to still your movements for a moment as his right shakily grabbed his notes and he cleared his throat, starting to give the run-down on all the work that had been completed or needed to be done from the past fortnight.

You waited for a moment, listening to him talk before pressing a small kiss to his tip, making his cock jump in response as he choked on his words, eyes widening as he tried to mentally prepare himself for this.

Your lips gently closed around the flushed head of his cock and you sucked, making him cough abruptly as he tried to cover his moan. This was going perfectly.

You ease the rest of his length down your throat, nose coming flush to the coarse hair at its base as you begin to move back slowly, still toying with his balls as you do so.

“God- damnit.” He grits, having just come to the end of his bit, immediately turning his camera and mic off and grabbing a fistful of your hair. He leans back so he can get a better view of you and notices that one of your hands slipped down past your shorts and into your panties, your finger rubbing harsh circles onto your clit as you blowed him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, meeting your eyes. “You get off on this? Sucking my cock?”

You nodded so quickly your head could fall off, eager for him to release his grip so you could get back to what you started, but he had other plans.

“Y’gonna let me fuck this pretty throat, sweetheart?” He asked, pulling your head backward a little so you could give him proper consent.

“Y-yes, Joel. Please.” You breathed, head spinning as he immediately shoved his dick back into your mouth, making you work extra hard to not gag around his length as he began fucking it with earnest. His head fell back against the seat as his hips started moving on their own accord, chasing the wet heat of your mouth as he got closer and closer to his climax, thrusting one final time before stilling and spilling his hot load down your throat with a moan of your name.

You swallowed it all, sticking your tongue out to show him.

“Fuck, such a good girl for me, aren’t ya?” He groaned at the sight of you, pushing his chair back so you could get up from beneath the desk. His meeting finished and the call had ended, his computer screen now completely black and reflecting the pair of you in it.

Your legs wobbled slightly as you got up, and you could feel your heartbeat in your pussy as you stood between his spread legs, waiting for him to speak.

He pushed himself out of his chair and met your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue immediately darting out to meet yours as his hands roamed your body, one of them pulling your shorts down and getting them off you before he picked you up and started walking to your bedroom.

“Let me repay the favour, darlin’”.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed!! Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated and requests are open! 💞

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Hey! I love your writing. Could I please request a fluff piece when Iris is till a baby and Joel is on dad duty? Idk just something really fluffy where he just enjoys being a dad and also Sarah helping?

Dad Duty

pairing: elementary!joel miller x f!reader

rating: F (no outbreak au, talks of diapers and poop because infants are a mess, elementary!joel being the best dad/husband in the world, talks of being drunk/alcohol consumption)

wc: <1k

a/n: sorry for the delayed wait on this, anon! i hope you enjoyed it nonetheless 🫶🏼

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“Are you sure you’ve got everything?” you asked, standing by the front door in a “going out” outfit for the first time since your daughter had been born six months ago. “I can cancel.”

Joel shook his head sternly as he and Sarah sat on the couch, Iris fast asleep in his arms.

“It’s your best friend’s birthday,” he said. “I won’t hear the end of it from her if she suspects you cancelled all because you don’t think I can handle a six-month old.”

“Of course I think you can handle it,” you said, offering him a sweet smile as you grabbed your purse. “I just feel guilty—“

“Baby,” he sighed, tilting his head at you. “Iris ain’t gonna remember you goin’ out one time when she was six months old.”

“I know, but—“

“No buts,” he said. “Get your fine ass out there, and take a couple shots for me while you’re at it.”

“Besides,” Sarah chimed in, pulling your eyes to hers. “I’m here as backup. Go have fun for once.”

Letting out a deep exhale, you nodded, agreeing to bury your guilt over leaving your daughter behind for the first time. “Fine. But if you need me—“

“Baby,” Joel chuckled. “We got it. Go get hammered.”

Walking over to him, you leaned down and kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Love you more,” he said, tilting your chin so that he could steal a quick peck on your lips, careful not to smudge your lipstick. “Go on now before they start honkin’ and wake baby girl up.”

“Alright,” you said, walking over to the door. “Sarah, don’t let your dad try to cook anything. I’d hate to come back to ashes.”

“Already on it.”

“Sarah!” Joel called from the upstairs nursery, Iris on the changing table in front of him making the biggest and grossest mess he’d ever encountered in his tenure as a father. “We got any more wipes?”

Sarah was already laughing when she walked in, carrying a new pack of wipes in hand before she witnessed the scene in front of her and started to gag.

“I’m never having a kid,” she said, covering her nose with her t-shirt.

“This ain’t the usual,” Joel said, shaking his head as he tried his best to clean up his very wiggly daughter. “Stay still, baby girl. It’s—Jesus, Iris. How’d it get in your hair?”

“I’m not even sure a bath will fix this,” Sarah said, looking disgusted. “I think we have to take her back and get a brand new baby.”

“Your mom would notice,” he said. “Otherwise, ain’t too bad an idea.”

After a thorough cleaning that left Joel scarred, Iris was set down in her activity chair down in the living room, her favorite nonsensical cartoon on while Sarah helped Joel cook some mac and cheese for dinner, her babbles filing the home.

“And to think she thought the house would catch on fire if I tried to cook,” he said, smiling at the thought of you.

“Well, in fairness it has almost happened before,” she said, earning an offended look from her father. “You don’t remember the fork in the microwave incident?”

“Shit,” he cursed, shaking his head. “You’re right. But in my defense, someone left it in my takeout box.”

“Yeah, you.” Joel chuckled, amused by her wit. “But to pad your stats, we can lie and say you made dinner tonight.”

“No, she’d expect me to start cookin’ then,” he said. “I may have pulled a miracle tonight, but my battin’ average ain’t great. Do you want to take the chance of house burnin’ down?”

“Good point.”

“Exactly. You’re takin’ the credit for this work of art.” Joel pointed at the pot of artificial cheese goodness. “How in the world am I hungry after cleaning up Iris’s shi—“

“Dad,” she winced. “I just got the image out of my mind.”

“If I gotta remember it, you do too, baby girl.”

It was midnight by the time you stumbled in, waving your best friend and her designated driver-slash-husband goodbye as you cracked the front door open before heading inside. To your surprise, Joel was still awake and rocking Iris to sleep in his arms, though judging by the heavy blink of his eyelids, he was barely hanging on.

“Hey baby,” he said with a smile as you stumbled your way over to the couch as quietly and gracefully as you could to sit down beside him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “How was it?”

“I’m drunk,” you confessed, your voice raspy from singing along to the club’s music. “And hungry.”

“Well, lucky for you, Sarah made dinner,” he said, standing up with Iris and setting her down in her rocker before holding his hand out for you. “Come on, you drunkard.”

“How were the girls?” you asked, clasping your hand in his as he guided you to the kitchen table to have a seat while he warmed up tonight’s leftovers.

“A piece of cake,” he said, shooting you a smile from over his shoulder. “Iris had one very messy diaper incident, but besides that, she was an angel. Just like her mom.”

“Hey, I won’t be having any messy diaper incidents for another fifty years or so,” you joked, earning another grin. “You gonna love me when I’m wearing a diaper?”

“Baby, I’m older than you,” he reminded. “If you’re wearin’ a diaper, so am I.”

“Oh, I can’t wait,” you mused with a wide, drunken grin. “You can save your payback for then, have Iris see how it feels.”

“I like the way you think, baby,” he chuckled. “But I love her too much to make her go through what I went through earlier. I think I’m gonna need therapy after that.”

You stood up, finding your way over to him to wrap your arms around his waist and hug his back, too in love with him not to touch him.

“Thank you for tonight. I didn’t know how much I needed it,” you said, humming as Joel’s hand lowered from the pot on the stove to run over your forearm wrapped around his middle. “How about next weekend I watch the girls so you can have a night out?”

“Maybe one of these days we’ll both get to go out,” he chuckled. “Until then, I’m good stayin’ at home with my girls.”

[sebsxphia]

we need more bob x bunny x hangman !!! it’s my favourite things to read when i feel a little bit lil i don’t have any ideas im not very good at this stuff but can we have some more ?! 🙈

￫ warnings: age regression and fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ authors notes: i love them, i miss them! i hope you enjoy this, my dear anon 🥹

bob wasn’t strict per say, but he was firmer. jake on the other hand, was looser when it came to you. he was particularly loose when it came to buying you things. his wallet and credit cards could never say no to your sweet, little face.

when you pointed to something on his phone, he would watch how your eyes widened and how you beamed with an excited smile.

all jake had to say was five magic words.

“would you like that, bunny?”

his favourite part of this interaction was when you would turn to gaze up at him, with an impossibly brighter look on your face.

jake took you down to your local store the next day in the early hours. it was quiet enough so, if you did feel tiny, it wasn’t filled with hundreds of people and their judgemental gazes.

you gleefully skipped around the aisles, with delighted awe etched across your features. jake adored to watch it. he knew that deep down it wasn’t because you were materialistic and you only felt joy from jake tapping his card on the card reader, no. it was because he could watch the child within you heal.

you arrived back home around midday to bob cleaning up from his late breakfast. he too took to the joy of an early and slow morning. he heard you calling his name from the hallway and the sound of rustling plastic bags.

“dada! dada!” you squealed to bob, your feet padding along the hardwood floor at an intense pace towards him.

“woah! hey there, bunny! slow down, we don’t want you hurtin’ yourself again.” bob was referring back to a game of tag with jake, that caused a nasty bruise on your knee (and lots of kisses).

he could tell instantly from the sound of your voice and how you were practically bouncing on the floor, that you were feeling small. he cherished the fact that you could regress so comfortably and easily within their presence.

“what y’ got there, little one?” bob’s gaze flicked from the shopping bag’s to jake, who was following on shortly behind you, with a grin to match your own.

“mm, daddy jakey let m’ get some new things, new toys!” you were already eagerly rustling through the bags to excitedly show off your new purchases.

“is that so?” bob cocked a curious eyebrow at jake.

“i simply drove bunny to the store, i’ve done nothin’ wrong, baby.” jake threw up his hands in defence, with a defeated expression to match. he passed by bob and planted a kiss on his cheek. “i couldn’t help it. look how happy they are!” he hushed in bob’s ear with a grin.

bob let out a defeated sigh and planted his hands on his hips.

“okay, well, you’re cookin’ dinner later.” he whispered back at jake and planted a kiss to his lips in return.

bob’s focus was turned back to you, who was already attempting to take your new toys out of their boxes. you fumbled slightly with the fidgety boxes and plastic ties, and bob could see your eyebrow furrowing in frustration already.

“hey, hey, c’mon, bunny. let’s get these in your playroom and let’s get ‘em opened, safely.” you agreed with no hesitation and made a run up your stairs to your playroom. “you’re forgettin’ somethin’!” bob called back out to you.

you made a run for the stairs, but before you could get up them, jake made a playful roaring sound and ran up behind you to squeeze at your waist and pick you up. you let out an excited squeal and clung to his broad frame.

jake turned back to look at bob, with a playful grin, as he carried you upstairs. “i’ve got ‘em, bobby. you got the bags?”

bob narrowed his eyes at jake from behind his glasses and gave him a playful scowl, attempting to look firm. jake simply winked back at him before nuzzling into your neck and playfully tickling you.

jake took a second glance back at bob and saw how he was smiling to himself.

“you’re cookin’ this whole week and changin’ the bed linen.” bob murmured as he followed behind your gleeful squeals.

“anythin’ for our little bunny!” jake cried out as the three of you entered the playroom, with all three of you excited to enter your little world of imagination, with all of your new toys.

[luvrshrt]

Gossip Girl                            Prologue

Warnings: mature scenes, strong language, 2000S PROBLEMATIC VIBES, if you can't handle that, please close the post for your own good. sexual content ( not smut but suggestive scenes of sex and a flashback sex scene that gets cut by me ), underage drinking, substance abuse, infidelity, vomiting, eating disorder struggle, minors dni, rehab, not edited well, text size keeps changing, not proofread, on energy drinks to get this done

Brief: Sabrina Rhodes is back in town. Zara was about to take the next step in her longtime relationship with Theo, but Sabrina's return puts tension to that due to what happened in the Clemonte wedding. Theo tells Zara what happened. Sabrina Rhodes' little brother Elliot is in the rehab center. Nathan finally wins a date with Sabrina, who he's had a crush on since 15 years old. Jenny tries to fit into Zara's clique. Zara throws a party. Sabrina and Nate connect.

Note: as this is a multi character series, with various characters, their own dialogues and lines and theres a lot of cut scenes, as this follows the gossip girl plot, which begins with the episode one: pilot. you can find the gossip girl posts at the official gossip girl website, and given proofs ( such as of sabrina's return ). there will be a large space to show when gossip girl intervenes in the episode, don't confuse it to the third person language used, and there will be clear dividers [blank space] to show. My layout is HORRIBLE but you shall be served. pink means gossip girl is talking.

                                                                                                                                    

Hey Upper East Siders! Gossip Girl Here and I have the biggest news ever. One of my many sources, Melanie91 sends us this:

Spotted At Grand Central, bags in hand, Sabrina Rhodes. Was it only a year ago our it girl mysteriously disappeared for "boarding school"? And just as suddenly she's back. Don't believe me? See for yourself. Lucky for us, Melanie91 sent us proof, thanks for the photo Mel. [Photo is shown at the website]

                                                                                                                              

Nathan and his little sister Jenny glance around, looking for their dad who was going to pick them up from the airport. Nathan and Jenny had just come back from spending the summer season at their mothers. Coming back just in time for the early school seasons on a Sunday.

School was tomorrow. Nathan and Jenny were considered lucky to be even attending a school like Constance Billiard, their father Dom only was able to enrol them into the private school through the promise of a scholarship.

And I suppose, that meant Nathan and Jenny had to feel lucky for even being able a upper class private school.

But that didn't mean they wouldn't face an icy queen every other day or not. Especially the Queen Zee, Zara Victoria Bianchi.

Whilst Nathan despised every one of those entitled rats, Jenny secretly looked up to the girl of social hierarchy.

"Nathan! Jenny! Over here." His father, Dominic called out from across. Tugging the both of them into tight hugs after not seeing them after a very long while.

"Welcome back! How was your weekend? How was your mom?" Dom continues.

"Fine!" Nathan quickly responds. "She's good." Jenny says in a hurry. They both glance at each other. "She's fine and good." Jenny says. "Good and fine." Nathan adds on.

Dom nods, a look of suspicion on his face. "Like maybe-I-never-should-have-left-Manhattan fine? Or taking-a-break-from-my-marriage-is-the-best-idea-I've-ever-had fine?" He narrows his eyes.

"Dad you... you know what? I'm starving." Nathan sighs dramatically, making fake stomach grumble noises, which made Jenny snicker. And then Jenny gave her Dad that look.

"Let's go home, I'm cookin'" Dom has that dad grin.

"Oh wow, Gordon Ramsay has learnt the ways of the kitchen?" Jenny laughs.

"Thought you only knew a good waffle or two?" Nathan smirks.

"I can adapt." Dom shrugs. "So can monkeys." Jenny giggles, that childish look on her face, and Nathan swats her head.

Dom wraps an arm around Jenny's shoulder. "Caprese salad, a little mozzarella di bufala." The elder man says in his most perfected version of an accent.

As his father rambles on about his newly found talent in culinary skills, Nathan's breath caught in his throat.

His lips parted, eyes widened, flushed cheeks like he just went through puberty and swallowed it.

None other than the one and only.

Sabrina Rhodes.

The love of his life.

The woman of his dreams.

The childhood sweetheart.

                                                                                                                              

Spotted: Lonely Boy. Can't believe the love of his life has returned. If only she knew who he was...but everyone knows Sabrina. And everyone is talking. Wonder what Zara Bianchi thinks? Sure, they're BFFs but we always thought Zara's boyfriend Theo had a thing for Sabrina. Better lock it down with Theo, Zee. Clock's ticking.

                                                                                                                              

Zara's phone buzzed. One. Twice going.

She glared into the phone.

It made her fidget a little with the sleeves of her black lace dress, to even entertain the thought of Theo having a thing for Sabrina.

There must be something. She knew it. Her hands curled into fists.

Zara looks back at the mirror and she chucks her phone at it, and it smashed against the mirror.

The party of the highest social hierachy was in full swing. Caviar and the truffle on display, signature cocktails for the special guests, like the Bianchi family. Espresso martinis that look like a Fabian Perez painting.

She walks out of the bathroom and in an instant, she’s bombarded with her mother and some young model she had linked her arm with.

"Zara." She tugs at Zara's sleeve, with a wide, toothy smile. The model looks at me up and down, Zara narrows her eyes at the model.

Zara huffs, rolling her eyes. But her mother did see. It's best not to bring attention, as she says.

"If you're gonna wear one of my designs, at least tell me so we can get it properly fitted." Her mother says. Ouch.

"Would it fit the twig linked on your arm? Or would it be too oversized for her?" Zara scoffs. Leaving her mother's jaw dropped you could feel the Earth's crust under it. It's a societal party, Momma Bear. You should know better than to try make the wild beast bitter, she bites back.

"Nice party, but I was hoping to see something more authentic." Zara gives one look over at the model. "And real." Zara says in a loud whisper, her words laced with hostility and walks off, making her way to her boyfriend, Theo.

"So, Theo, you started thinking about college, yet?" A man asks him. Theo was neatly dressed, as usual. All suited and buttoned up. Not one flaw on his perfection.

"Well actually, I'm more of a Dartmouth man." Alistair, his father says with a nod. "Yes, Dad's always spoken very highly of Darmouth." Theo says. He pauses. "But I'd like to check out west, you know, USC, USCLA—"

"His mother wouldn't hear it. Darmouth's far enough for her." Alistair interrupts him like his word was God's word. Theo presses his lips into a thin line, then puts on a smile. "Well Darmouth is my first choice." He smiles.

And he feels a hand on him. "Excuse me, Captain." Zara says to Theo's father, Alistair, in that sweet voice perfectly practised over the years, all a facade. "Theo, could I borrow you for a second?" She continues.

Alistair and his old friends were all grinning ear to ear, knowingly.

"Excuse me, for a second" He says in a hurry, as Zara pulls him, the old men go back to their boring conversations of business deals and gambling bets.

And Zara kisses him in an instant, a hand cradling the side of Theo's face. Rafe clears his throat, in a very loud way, as if they were so absorbed in their own dreamland. Zara internally rolls her eyes. She couldn't stand Rafe and all his promiscuity. But she wasn't perfect either.

"Theodore." Rafe says, because calling Theo by his full name was sort of like a mockery, in a friendly way of course. "Any interest in some fresh air?" Rafe raises his eyebrows up, curtain bangs suit him, Zara thought, looking at him once-over.

"When I get back." Theo says. "If he gets back." Zara adds on, shoving him into a nearby bedroom. "Whats going on?" Theo asks Zara as she enters the bedroom, and all of a sudden, she pushes him back, straddling him, her legs on either side.

"I want to do this – it," She pauses, kissing him, his face in her hands. "Now." She says firmly.

"Thought you said you wanted to wait—" He says as he kisses her back. "Not anymore." Zara mumbles against his mouth. Her arms were around his neck, their foreheads pressed together. Those eyes of hers meeting his, as she unbuttons his shirt.

"I love you, Theo Laurent. Always have, always will." Zara admits with the most sincerity she's ever had with Theo. It was almost like Theo was hesitating. He pauses, simply just staring at her like he's daydreaming or thinking about something else.

"I love you too." He says after a few moments. A smile finally reaches Zara's lips and his fingertips went under the garter belt of her lace stockings. And they're back to it again.

Rafe was slouched on the sofa, Gianna Westwood sat at the arm rest, and Sierra Rosales was next to Rafe, with Hanna Wang taking up the rest of the sofa as she sat on Zayden Westwood's lap, the rising soccer star of Manhattan.

Evan was just doing his usual round of selling coke for the 'Older Guy' he was working for. No one knew his name, Evan didn't tell much about him. He was after all, The Upper East Outcast. Evan's relevance was the same as a dead ant.

Gianna was the Wild Child, like the movie, like it was made for her. Sierra's father was apart of the Harvard Cooperation, she had the best potential for Ivy Week. Hanna Wang was the Vera Wang Heiress, she had a lot ahead of her.

Hanna perks up from her seat on Zayden's lap, her eyes widening. "Oh my god, you won't believe what came up on Gossip Girl!" She exclaims, her fingers working on the phone. "Someone just saw Sabrina get off the train at Grand Central!" Sierra says, gawking into her phone.

"I thought she was pregnant with Theo's baby." Gianna mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes.

Hanna gasps and laughs. "You can't say that!"

Sierra grins. "Bet it's true though."

"She always was a slut." Gianna sighs. "Poor Zee." Hanna says. "Yeah, well, she definitely isn't welcome back at Constance." Sierra scoffs.

"Zara won't even let her step back on the Upper East. Grand Central is the most she can get, too before she gets a deportation ticket back to wherever she came from." Gia says. All of the girls laugh.

Rafe was in his own world, drinking away. His father would've told him by now, it's brunch Rafe, tone it down on the whiskey. Did he ever listen? No. This was his fourth shot. He was next to the girls and Zayden, along with Nick Van Leer— his father was considered the King of Wall Street, and he was Prince of the hierarchy, just talking.

He overheard the conversation, they were right next to him anyways, and a wide grin was plastered on his face.

Things were getting a little dull around here anyways.

What the rest of them didn't know is that Sabrina was already making ways.

She thanked the doorman, as she stepped out of the sleet limo, the old man standing at the front of the venue nodded in greeting, as Sabrina smiled her way in there. Because she simply had that charm, still in tact from the day she left for Boarding School after the Clemonte wedding situation. No one had known she would come back, her appearance was so sudden.

"Sabrina Rhodes? Is that you?" Nazeera, Zara's mother calls out, and Sabrina turns with a smile. Then after a few minutes, Zara's mother makes her way to the room Theo and Zara were together in. Knocking on the door. "Zara! It's Sabrina!"

Zara was making out with Theo, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her arms wrapped around his neck. "Sabrina?" Theo perks up, turning his head away from Zara.

"Sabrina's at school." Zara narrows her eyes, turning his head away from the door and kissing him.

"No, I just heard your mom say she's here." Theo turns away from her, standing up from the bed, buttoning his shirt back on. "Don't you wanna go say hey?" He says, as he would put his blazer back on.

Zara's eyes bore into his. Wondering why he was so adamant on seeing Sabrina. But she didn't want him to know what she was already figuring out in her head. So she forces a smile. "Yeah, sure." She says, pushing up the sleeves of her black lace dress.

But Sabrina was already on the lookout for her mom, who was busy laughing about what works in style with her furniture from living at the Palace Hotel, which Ward Cameron owned, the billion dollar empire hotel.

“Oh, Sabrina, darling!” Her mother, Clarissa exclaims, her eyes lighting up as she embraced Sabrina. “So where is he?” Sabrina says, glancing around. Clarissa raises both her eyebrows, waiting for her to elaborate.

“What, is he still not out yet?” Clarissa huffs, the usual loud woman, now speaking in a whisper. “We’ll talk about that later. Go see your friends. Zara would be happy to see you!”

Sabrina lets out a disbelieving huff, and as she turns her head, looking over her shoulder, she sees one person she didn’t expect to see after her return: Theo Laurent. Her best friends boyfriend who she slept with and was the reason for disappearance after the Clemente wedding. Her breath halts, like if she takes another breath, he’ll start walking.

Theo simply takes her in with his eyes, looking at her up and down. With a smile on his face. Sabrina’s heart raced faster than ever.

Zara then came out of the room through the other door, meeting Sabrina's gaze. And for a fleeting moment, Zara didn't smile, simply looked at her up and down. "Sabrina!" Zara exclaims, bringing her into a hug that seemed forced.

"It's so good to see you." Zara says.

"It's so good to see you." Sabrina says in return.

"Come, we're about to have lunch." Zara says, placing a hand on her back. "I'll book you a place next to Zara."

“Yeah, actually-” Sabrina says, flicking her hair back. “There’s something I have to go.”

Zara raises her eyebrows. Oh this bitch. “You’re leaving already?” Zara sounded offended.

”Yeah, I just… don’t feel well. I just wanted to come by and say hi.” She lies, but Zara raises her eyebrows, and huffs, then looks at Sabrina.

“I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” Sabrina says, looking directly at Zara.

Don’t bother, I’ll have to hate next day as much as this day, she thought. But no, Zara wanted to place an act, force a facade, see how it’d turn out. Her smile drops in an instant when Sabrina descends down those stairs.

Zara walks over to her friends, Gianna and Hanna. “So I guess she’s back for good now. How great.” Sarcasm throbbed in her tone, it was bitter and hostile. All those months of resentment over Sabrina, how she left her, all came crashing down into this moment.

”Didn’t you know she was coming?” Hanna asks. “Who cares?” Gianna scoffs, linking her arms with Zara. “Homewrecker’s usually do that, hun.”

”She better not strut her ass to school.” Zara says, gritting her teeth. “What ass?” Gianna mutters under her breath, and Hanna was cackling.

Word is that S bailed on Zara's party in under 90 seconds, and didn't even had one limoncello. Has our bad girl gone good? Or is it just all apart of the act..?

"Visiting hours are over, young lady, you can't be here." The nurse at the front desk says.

"I'm family." Sabrina says firmly. "He's my little brother." She mutters, resting her head against the door, staring at her little brother, as an Ostroff patient, sleeping soundly.

Why'd she leave? Why'd she return? Send me all the deets. And who am I? That's one secret I'll never tell. The only one.

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go listen to sprawling idiot effigy rn

just remembered hownmych i love neros day at disneyland

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

What's cookin! I have an idea I'd like to share with you! Leona, Jamil, Riddle, and Vil with a female s/o that cooks them up a whole feast when she's asked to take care of their birthday food.

Coming right up!

Leona, Jamil, Riddle and Vil + S/O that cooks a birthday feast!

Leona Kingscholar

Leona has had some extremely extravagant birthday celebrations as prince of the Sunset Savana. But they were all mostly paid for by people who wanted to gain his favor. He usually didn’t have someone cook for him just because they wanted to.

At first, he was suspicious of your motives. But after he saw how genuine you were with wanting to do someone for him, he just let it happen.

He reminds you that he’s a fairly picky eater, so he better not see any vegetables in those dishes. That’s mostly a joke however, he’ll still try to give it a try. Unless it’s something like a salad, then he’ll just stare at you.

He’ll flaunt you to just about anyone. He takes pictures of everything you made him and post them on his magicam.

“Ha! If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought you had some ulterior motives. I really mean this much to you, huh?”

Jamil Viper

Jamil, was also fairly accustomed to larger birthday celebrations thanks to Kalim. They never ceased to make him extremely embarrassed, though.

He was incredibly thankful that you decided to cook for him in private. Don’t get him wrong, he loves you so much; but if he had to deal with two large-scale celebrations in one day, he’d probably pass out of embarrassment.

He’d be incredibly impressed that you managed to make everything on your own, without needing him to assist. Even though that’s literally all he does.

Jamil would prefer to keep this private. Not just because he’d be so embarrassed if other students saw him with a flushed face, but also because he feels like no one else should see how much you’re willing to do for him. He’s a very prideful guy.

“You could’ve asked me to help with some of this. I wouldn’t have minded if it was you who asked.”

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle has never had something like this done before. His mother was unbelievably strict about what he could and couldn’t consume. The most she’s allowed him to eat was 30 calories above the usual limit.

So when you lead him to the dining room with plates on top of plates of food just for him, he thinks it’s some sort of joke. It’s only when you start describing the different foods in front of him when he realizes that you genuinely have his best interests at heart.

At first he denies being the only one able to eat all of this. Surely you should enjoy it first since you made it, no? But you were very stubborn about it so you guys were at a temporary standstill.

He only relented when you agreed to joining him in the meal. It ended up being a really sweet experience, you had made so many things that his mother never allowed him to eat before!

“Normally I would never partake in eating such a large meal by myself. But.. since you worked so hard on it, I’ll make an exception.”

Vil Schoenhiet

Vil is also someone fairly accustomed to people performing large displays of affection. Usually they’re just fans or companies that want him to promote them.

But when he sees that you did it all by yourself, just so he’d have a good birthday, his heart melts a little. So even though most of the foods go completely against his diet, he gladly eats it for you.

He implores you to eat with him. It’s no fair if you work so hard and not have a taste of your efforts. At least that’s how he put it.

After trying everything that you made for him, he tells you how much he enjoyed it. But he does ask you to try to have it fit within his diet more. Bro would flip if he found a pimple the next morning.

“All of this just for me? You truly are a little saint. *chuckle*”

[strawberryfairi]

Gurlllll, the choso fic....more please!!!! 🥵🥵🥵

Apartment 519... | Neighbor! Choso Kamo X Fem Reader Part 2

A short, sexy thirst (with a little more plot this time)💦 Choso's eager to give you better than your ex could...

↳ A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Ask and u shall receive...I been cookin'🫡 I hope you enjoy this one as much as the first💚

Part 1

w.c. 2.1k

It's been two days since your breakup...and since your neighbor Choso went and blew your mind in your bed.

You really weren't sure what to do from here. He'd made it clear his intentions with you, which now that you think about it, was very fitting with his usual sweet and considerate character. It's just...you wanted to make the right choice, and you weren't sure what that right choice even was.

Flashback 2 Night Ago

You were laid on your bed next to him, completely exhausted and beyond satisfied. Choso was careful with you, not wanting to come on too strong yet still wanted-no needed for you to understand what this had meant to him. So he leans on his elbow, resting his head on his palm as he looks down at you.

"I uhh...I don't want you to think I was just using you while you were vulnerable. I really meant everything I said, and I-..." He trails off nervously, looking to the side for a moment before steeling himself. "I don't want this to have been just a regular one night stand, and..if you want, I could maybe take you out to dinner some time?" He finishes, looking you in the eyes with as much sincerity as he could muster.

You heart strings pulled in your chest. It was just so much happening in one day. It's not like you weren't flattered or anything it's just...everything's moving so damn fast.

It had only been just a few hours ago that you'd found your boyfriend with a whole other woman, sloppily kissing each other in his car. Now you're with someone else already too, having had such amazing sex and now he's telling you he basically wants more.

"I...don't know what to say." You murmur hesitantly.

"No no, you don't have to say anything!" He blurts out, placing a hand on your bare shoulder.

"I just didn't want you to think I was trying to take advantage of you. I think you're really beautiful, and I wanna get to know you more." He adds, giving you the most cutest nervous smile you've ever seen.

It makes a smile of your own creep across your lips. "Thank you, Choso. You're really sweet." Leaning over, you plant a soft kiss on his rosy cheek, unintentionally giggling at the goofy-lovestruck look on his face.

"Will you think about it? About me taking you out?" He asks, eyes sparkling hopefully.

It was almost shocking how nervous he is when just a bit ago he seemed so confident, so self-assured. Right now he's damn near reminding you of a puppy.

"Yeah. I will."

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The Present

The morning after your night with Choso, he'd placed his number on a small piece of paper, leaving it on the night stand on your side of the bed.

Now, two days later, you still haven't touched it.

It seemed like the right decision, just don't touch it so you could give yourself time to actually process your break up. This wasn't just any old, cutesy relationship, you were in love. For the first time you'd actually think and think realistically about possibly spending your life with someone. The two of you planned a future together, and though it terrified you to think about it, at the end of the day you were dating to marry.

Choso's just a neighbor, an attractive neighbor, but...you just weren't sure if it was a good idea to be around him. But even so it wasn't like you could avoid him very well, the dude lives directly across from you.

The morning after was so awkward. The two of you ran into each other in the parking lot, both getting ready to head off and start the day. He always goes to work in the morning, and you like to do work at your favorite cafe just a few minutes from the apartment.

Neither of you seemed sure about what to say to each other, so you just opted for a simple smile and wave.

The entire day you tried to just get your mind off of both guys, yet it didn't go very well.

One hour you'd be crying angrily over your piece of crap ex boyfriend in the public bathroom stall, then you'd be getting those random flashbacks to being with Choso, stomach flipping and heart fluttering.

By the end of the day you couldn't take it. Weighing the pros and cons, you figured you'd might as well just try one date, and if things don't go well then that's that.

It's nearly eleven p.m., around the time you knew Choso gets back to his apartment from his workout. You'd timed it perfectly, rushing over to your front door and poking your head out. There he was in his gym clothes, a black compression shirt paired with dark grey sweatpants. His hair was up in his usual hairstyle, those cute spiky looking buns that really matches with his overall vibe.

"Choso!" You call out to him just before he could turn the doorknob.

Instantly he stops, turning back towards you with his brows raised in surprise. "H-hey."

"I'm really sorry I never called or texted you, I just had to think. But-..but I wouldn't mind going on a date with you. I wanna get to know you more too." You admit, cheeks heating up with slight embarrassment.

For a moment he doesn't say anything, making your heart sink to your feet, worried that maybe he'd moved on from you already. "Am I..too late?"

"No not at all! I was just surprised. I honestly thought you didn't want to go out with me." He chuckles nervously, brushing a hand over the back of his neck.

"No I do! I definitely do." You giggle.

"Are you free Friday night? I could pick you up at seven?" He suggests with a soft tone.

"Yeah, that's perfect! Should I dress pretty nice or...-

"You always dress nice, don't worry about it." He compliments flirtatiously.

"I'll see you then."

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Friday Evening

The two of you stand there outside of your respective homes, eyes trailing over each other.

Choso looks...gorgeous. He's got his hair out from his usual style, down and brushed back out of his face. His outfit is a black, slightly ripped sweater, the neckline hanging low enough to show his prominent collarbones, paired with black cargo pants. A silver chain hang around his neck, along with two rings on each pointer and ring finger on both hands.

Your outfits were polar opposites, you being more of a bright color lover since it pops so well against your skin.

You were wearing a light blue, form fitting midi dress, your hair in a simple updo with drop earrings. A pair of white heels, and a silver sparkly purse completed your look.

"You look beautiful." He states softly, closing the door to his apartment.

"Thank you, you look really nice yourself." You compliment with a bashful laugh.

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Choso ended up taking you out to a fairly nice Italian restaurant further into the city, with dim lighting, and top notch servers.

It was a pleasant surprise how easy he was to talk to, you could go on and on about anything and everything with each other, and he loved to ask you questions about yourself. It almost made you feel bad as sometimes it seemed it was mostly you sharing things about yourself. It was sweet though, as it showed just how eager he was to get to know you.

You learned he's an eldest brother, with a younger sibling named Yuji who likes to comes to visit him every now and then. It didn't take long to realize he's a very family-oriented kind of guy, but it made sense with his overall personality. The guy's so compassionate and thoughtful, of course he'd be the family first type. You loved it about him though, he talked about his brother like he was his entire world.

The night had gone by just a bit too fast in your opinion, even though you guys were at that restaurant for nearly two hours, then spent another three just leisurely walking around the city afterwards.

There wasn't a single moment with Choso that you didn't like, and he was such a gentleman. He never let you walk around without your arm linked with his, and he made sure you were always walking on the inside of every sidewalk. It was disappointing when you both came back to the apartment building, if you could, you'd just stay out with him talking the entire night.

"I really had a lot of fun with you, Choso. If you want, I-..I'd definitely be down to do this again." You suggest shyly, eyes looking down at your hands clasping around your little sparkly purse.

"Me too, and I would." He smiles cutely. You look up at him, relief and excitement flashing across your face. "Goodnight." He murmurs, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on your cheek. Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest, cheeks heating up at the sweet gesture. He gives you one last smile before reaching for his keys, unlocking his apartment and heading inside.

You're frozen in the corridor chewing the inside of your cheek as you inwardly debate your uncharacteristically bold next move.

"W-wait!" You mutter abruptly, grabbing his free hand just before he left out of sight.

"I-...would you wanna...come over?" You ask shyly. You couldn't even look up at him you were so nervous, hoping you weren't coming across thirsty.

Choso's brows raise slightly in surprise. "Yeah. Sure, I'd love to."

You let out a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, smiling wide in excitement as you go into your purse and grab your keys.

1 Hour Later

Choso's large hands glide down to your upper back, pressing you further into the mattress as he pounds into you from behind. Tears quickly form in the corner's of your eyes, gripping the sheets with everything you have.

"Ch-choso! Fuuuck!" You wail loudly, feeling your body start shaking all over again. One thing about sex with Choso is he'll have you losing count of how many times you cum for sure. He's like an orgasm addict, building you up and watching you fall apart on him over and over.

"Cum for me pretty baby." He coos lowly, watching those cute little tears of ecstasy stream down your cheeks.

"Aaaah! Ah!" Your whimpers mix perfectly with the sounds of your sloppy wet pussy coating his length with yet another layer of cum.

"That's it, there it is." He groans, keeping his strokes steady and precise.

You're so fucked out at this point your mind is completely fogged. This position he has you in doesn't make it any easier, completely at the mercy of his skillful, long thrusts, reaching so deep inside you.

"You feel so gooood! Oh my god!" You cry, loving the way his hips snap into yours. For the entire night your ex was long gone as if he never even existed. The only clear thing your mind could focus on was Choso and Choso only.

"Uhhuh, you love this dick, baby?" He murmurs lowly.

"I love it! I love it!" You repeat over and over desperately between your whimpers and cries.

It was already too much, and you were surprised you hadn't tapped out by now, pleading for him to stop. But you couldn't get enough, not nearly enough. So you took everything he graciously gave to you.

Choso slows his thrusts down just a bit, wanting to savor every inch of him that drags back and forth in your tight, slippery walls. "This pussy's so good. I can't stop fucking you." He purrs sensually.

And he stood on that too...

He gave you back shots as long as he wanted, just to pull out and fuck you with his tongue, making you cum on it before he slides his big dick right back inside.

Somehow tonight was even better than the first time with him, and now that he's learned what you like he uses every little technique, determined on mastering it.

"I like you baby; wanna be yours." He admits softly. He's got a tight hold on your hips, laid out on your stomach as he drives his thick length into you. You let out a long, drawn out moan in response, way too overstimulated to form words anymore.

Choso knew you weren't fully aware of just how much he likes you. He knew you didn't click to the way he's always looked at you. To be honest, he always felt like he was better than your ex, he knew he could do so much better. He wants to show you what it's really like to be loved by someone, and now that he has a chance he damn sure wasn't about to go and waste it.

He's gonna pursue you, take you out on as many dates as he needs to, kiss and fuck you with everything he has, all so it's crystal clear that he wants to be more than just your sweet little neighbor across the way.