#angry pizza gal

[alexzeaqua]

And now, here they are!

The most daredevil group of daffy drivers to ever whirl their wheels in the Wacky Races! Competing for the title of world's wackiest racer!

The cars are approaching to the starting line...

First is the Turbo Ocean, driven by Octodad.

Next is Shovel Knight and The Knight in the Shield Wagon.

Maneuvering for position is the Pizza Surplus Special.

Right behind is the Angry Birds, in their Egg-Bird Bomb.

And here's ingenious inventor, Engineer in his Convert-a-Sentry.

Oh and here's the lovely Ms. Chalice, the glamour gal of the gas pedal.

Next we have the Dynamite Mobile with the dynamite duos, Anton and Annie.

Lurching along is the Creepy Spook with Spooky and Golden Freddy.

And right on their tail is Annalynn.

And here's the Celeste Mt. Chugga-Bug with Theo and Madeline.

Sneaking along the last is the Bone Machine with those double dealing do-badders, Papyrus and Sans.

And even now they're up some dirty trick, and they're off! ....To a standing start. And why not? They're been chained to a post by shifty Papyrus, who shifts into the wrong gear.

And awaaayyyy they go! On a way-out, Wacky Races!

(edit 7/23/24: my dumbass thought if tf2 and angry birds were both indie games, but not anymore lol........ ALSO THANK YOU FOR 1000+ NOTES YALL, OH MAH LORD!!!1!)

[soulful-rodent]

Imagine, if you will. An overweight and anxiety ridden Italian chef able to run at Mach 3 and break through metal, named Peppino Spaghetti, as well as his short, gnomish friend, Gustavo, and their pet rat, Brick come across Playtime Inc instead of the Player.

The first thing they come across is the Grabpack, which is given to Gus. The rest of chapter 1 happens. Brick finds all the tapes and watches them.

When they get to the end, after the vents. Huggy Wuggy is chasing them, Peppino is screaming but Gus has the bright idea to give Huggy a slice of pizza. ...and it works.

Gus:**patting Peppino's back** "Ey, don't worry Pep! The poor guy was just hungry, that's all!"

Brick then relays the messages of the tapes via squeaks to Gustavo.

*some time later*

They come across Poppy, open the case and she is instantly baffled by the rat, gnome, a traumatized Peppino, and Huggy Wuggy. But they carry on…

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They carry on and Poppy gets kidnapped.

They slide down to rescue Poppy, and Mommy was only accounting for one guy, not the quartet.

MLL:"Emm...Poppy says she'll give you the train code when the games are complete, isn't that right P-"

Peppino: "Ohh Santa Maria, Lady! Just get on with it! "

Gus: "No need to be rude Peppe! This could be fun!" Peppino:"*sighing* Oki doki. We'll play your games, Missy! "

MLL:"Oh how wonderful! I'll see you to the Game Station then!"

And when it comes time, Gus and Peppino respectively gives PJ and the Wuggies hot and delicious pizza from the hammer space and a good bopping, though Peppino does rescue the Mini Wuggies. Then comes Bunzo, who is more of the same. Mommy however, is furious about this, almost demanding they play her way.

And soon, the chase happens, Peppino is carrying the little ones in his arms with Huggy following him, Gus is rolling on Brick, and Legs gets caught in the grinder.

She understandably screams, but Brick comes to the rescue by unplugging the thing.

MLL:Y-You saved me? Why? After everything I done!

P:Let's just say I have experience in this rescuing thing.

This of course, being a reference to both the Toppins, and the characters he rescues in the crumbling tower.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------After the train crash, everyone was seperated. They got back together, don't worry.

Gus and Brick with the littler ones, and Peppino with Huggy and Mommy.

They do manage to meet back up though at Playcare. Gus and company found a secret, employees only Cable car, Peppino and the BBI duo in his car. (as for the gas masks, I let the toys wait outside with Brick, who squeaks stories of the Tower. Gus and Peppino both find a mask though, dw.)

After all the cord connections, Peppino barrels through the School, promising Delight that him and his work partner have food and others waiting for them, so she comes with.

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When Gus and Peppino find the critters, they quickly take them back to PlayCare, where MLL and Brick is keeping watch over everyone.

The Critters are alive and well, having been found by the duo, because I said so.

But when Gus and Peppino find DogDay, they're horrified. Peppino may have seen a lot of bad things, but this… The mini critters start to crawl to DogDay

DD: OH NO! ANGELS! RUUNN!

Peppino yowls, does his thing and builds up a combo on the minis, growing increasingly angry at the Prototype. Gus and Brick, however are helping Dogday to the others.

Gus:"Don't worry, you big puppy. I know a gal who's an expert in sewing! She'll fix you right up"

DogDay:"T-Thank you angels. You don't know how much this means to me!" and he's tearing up, the sweet boy

When Peppino and Gus find Catnap, Peppino is MAD. He runs down Catnap and nearly kills him from speed alone, but Gustavo talks down Pep from killing him. Gustavo knows, he just knows, that there is some good in Catnap. The Prototype descends from the ceiling, Gus petting a shivering Catnap who reaches to it. But Peppino yowls and pulls down the Prototype, a mishmash of toys, bones, flesh, and metal and begins mauling it.

And with one final punch, it's finished. The past can't be changed, but there can be a future with the victims of Playtime Inc. get to go free, and this, my friends, is one of them that my AuDHD mind conjured up

[rook-specter]

Rook's Poker Night at the Inventory conversations Part 1

Badgerclops: Hey Clairen, you kinda remind me of Mao Mao if he was cooler. Don't tell him I said that. Clairen: Oh really? What's Mao Mao like? Badgerclops: Well first off, his full name is Mao Mao Mao, and- Kani: Seriously? And I thought having 4/5 of my team having the same surname Maki was crazy... Badgerclops: I think that's even crazier, actually. Anways, back to what I was saying. Clairen, you have a sword, you're a cat, and you're fighting evil. Except you're a lot cooler, and I don't care if I'm hurting Mao Mao's feelings by saying this. Clairen: Interesting...

Kani: Hey, Peppino? Peppino: What-a is it? Kani: You've dealt with sentient food, so can you tell me some of your stories? Peppino: I'm-a not-a sure about-a that one, crab lady. I guess-a there's this Cheeseslime named The Vigilante, and he's-a probably one of the only big-a threats I faced that I don't-a have beef with... Kani: Yeah, and you can get real angry like me... Except you're even more dangerous... Running through all those Cheeseslimes like crazy...

Badgerclops: Yo crab gal, do you ever realize that being the smallest one at the table, or ON the table, gives you a lot of disadvantages playing poker? Kani: Yeah, but I don't let that bother me. I'm a crab, I'm not gonna complain that it's hard to do something just because I'm small. Badgerclops: That's some dedication right there.

Peppino: YEEEOOOOWWWW!! Kani: What the?! Clairen: What's wrong, Peppino? Peppino: Nothing... I'm-a just reminded of... THE WAR. Kani: The war? Badgerclops: Oh boy... Peppino: Every few-a minutes, I'm-a reminded of the dark-a times of my life... where I served in the war... It-a brings me neverending pain... And the memories won't stop... Kani: That is some bleeped-up bleep, Peppino. Clairen: That's almost as bad as the dark future I come from... Peppino: NO, DON'T-A REMIND ME AGAIN!

Peppino: So, uh... How-a did you guys find-a the inventory? Kani: Tako found a poster for it while we were fighting the Legion of Low Tide. He decided that we go there on a Saturday night, but he was kicked out due to the mess he made with his ink. Clairen: Ayala mentioned it, so I was curious. Was it some kind of hideout for heroes, or was it Loxodont's secret lair? As it turns out, it's just a place to play poker and get drinks and snacks. Badgerclops: We just kinda stumbled upon it, and Adorabat got all excited when she saw it, and went, "Oooh, looks like a fantastically fun place!" and I was like, "Adorabat, you're not old enough to be in here! Aren't you five?" and then she was like, "Yeah, you've got a point." And then Mao Mao was like, "What's the point of this location?" and then I was like, "To have fun!" And then- Kani: Okay, this is gonna go on for a long time and make me crabby, so how about you cut it there. Badgerclops: Okay, fine. Jeez.

Badgerclops: So, uh... Peppino, do you think I could stop by your pizza place to get some pizza? Peppino: A-yeeesss! That would be-a fantastic! Clairen: Okay, but are your pizzas up to health code? Peppino: Uhhhhhh... Badgerclops: I couldn't care either way, pizza is pizza.

Badgerclops: Hey, crab gal. Why are your pincers on your head? Kani: Don't give me weird questions about my anatomy! Badgerclops: I'm sorry, that's just not... anatomically correct! That just makes you more of a cat... crab... Kani: Well, I do have the claws for it.

Peppino: Okie dokie, Clairen. You're the element of-a fire, and you wield a fire sword? Clairen: Yep. Peppino: Ain't plasma and fire the same-a thing? Kani: Not really. All fire is plasma, but not all plasma is fire. Like, a lightning bolt isn't fire, but it's still plasma. Badgerclops: Heh, so that just makes classifying plasma as fire even more dumb. Kani: Well, I wouldn't go that far. Clairen: Well, if you really want to see how my world works, then you just come to Aether yourselves.

Badgerclops: Seeing all these aces reminds me of my hyperfocus machine that makes edible playing cards. Kani: Wait, what? Badgerclops: I don't remember making it, but it exists! Do YOU have a hyperfocus mode, crab gal? Kani: If by a hyperfocus mode, you mean, "going crazy creating stuff and then forgetting the next day", kind of. Sometimes I have random bouts of creativity, so I create something like a paper shredder on wheels with a knife taped to it, and the others just get confused as to why I made them, and I do remember making them, I just don't remember WHY. Peppino: Did the knife paper shredder have-a sentience? Kani: I wouldn't call it sentience, more like... a drive of chaos. Clairen: You two make some... really crazy stuff.

Kani: Hey, Badgerclops? Badgerclops: Yeah? Kani: Why do you call me crab gal? You know my name. You know it's Kani. Badgerclops: I dunno, that's just the name I default to. Don't you ever have one of those moments? Kani: Ikura certainly has those moments. Badgerclops: Are you and your friends literally just... sentient sea creatures? Kani: Not all of them, Wasabi's a mound of spicy mustard. Peppino: Hit-a that shit with a net. Kani: ...What???

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

😴😨

@joltik-guy

😴: Vanilla and Joltik Guy have given up good for one night... in the name of an elaborate pizza heist from the local Castelia parlor. Vanilla sneaks in, using their illusions to imitate the store's delivery gal, and Joltik-Guy makes the getaway... up the side of the building, anyways. Pizza success. Even if they could've just bought the damn thing anyways...

😨: Picture the same scene as before. Now picture Vanilla and Joltik Guy running from a very angry [Italian] man down a crowded Castelia City street, pizza box in hand. Eventually, though, the crowd closes in on the two of them, and though Vanilla could blend in with the crowd, they decide to take the fall for their partner-in-pizza. Vanilla is jailed for Pizza Crimes.

[tyzuma04]

Got some sprites of my OC Venus Mortem with my wonderful bestie @forrealjab's OC Luba Loud in the Pizza Tower art style!

Commissioned this from lifelinelemons on Twitter (not sure if I should put a link to them given their content might go against Tumblr's rules I think but I'll put their username here in case anyone is interested at least) Fyi: Venus is the smol angry looking gal on the left and Luba is the tol unimpressed looking girl on the right.

[thurisazsalail]

i needed this today

i used to to work TWO jobs, 60+ hours a week, while living in my car. this was ~2009 ish, when gas was almost $4/gal. so I was walking 6mi round trip to my first job and ~4mi round trip to the second one, on top of doing inventory and cashiering and such. i had to 1) save money and 2) the car was... dangerous. not "unreliable," like. dangerous.

i was still eating maybe 500-800 calories a day.

(pro-tip: lots of gas stations have free coffee apps now, which wasn't a Thing back then, but I'd use my own cup so lots of places would charge for a "refill." Then I'd fill it with a little coffee and a lot of milk and sugar, both of which I hated, and if there was cinnamon I'd put that in, too. it's *some* calories and cost ~$1/day.)

the point is

i have never been SO HUNGRY as i am now

no, let me illustrate:

have you ever been SO hungry that you are beyond nausea, beyond the doubling-over pains, that you just feel cold and tired all the time and hunger no longer occurs to you?

that, but also SO hungry that I am ANGRY and on the verge of tears... ALL. THE. TIME. ALLLLLL the time.

doctors and the Celiac society and all these health sites tell me that the gluten cravings and constant hunger will go away in only a few weeks!!!1 of adhering to a gluten-free diet

it has been FOUR YEARS

FOUR OF THEM. with *mostly* GF adherence because I don't have hundreds of dollars more a month, and oh btw, many people with celiac only find out because they have other serious GI disorders (like me! hi!) so I literally can't do things like eat my favourite chickpeas, either. or most vegetables at all. i still try, they just make me very sick in *other* ways. like hives, or acid reflux that has now caused a hernia in my esophagus, stuff like that.

~supposedly~ the cravings are 1) replacing carbs and 2) deprivation of nutrients, since celiac causes the intestines to not uptake vitamins. the hunger is from the deficiency. I HAD those various panels tested. The most recent was in September. I'm *fine.* If anything, I get too MUCH magnesium and B-vitamins.

And then I freaking LOST. IT.

literally the only time I am not ravenously, breaking into tears any moment hungry... is when i have a regular freaking slice of pizza. a regular slice of bread. a regular freaking donut. that's IT. that is the ONLY time.

choose.

eat the autoimmune-safe gluten free food, but feel simultaneously so disgustingly full that if you lean over too far, you'll reflexively vomit... while ALSO feeling *even more hungry* than when you started...

or

eat a single slice of the gluten thing that will give you bad cramps and bloating like you're 6 months pregnant for at least a week, while your face breaks out into a rash, and you intermittently run fevers

okay, now in a few hours, choose again

in six hours, choose again

in the morning, choose again.

no, this has not caused me to develop any kind of eating disorder that doctors refuse to help with, except by telling me to just eat more, why do you ask?

it’s okay to do things that make your symptoms worse (as long as you’ll stay safe)

every once in a while you need to eat something yummy. or go on a walk. or a trip to the zoo. take a hot shower. cry your eyes out. dance. listen to music. draw for way to long. write. laugh. sit in a cafe with a friend. paint your nails. dye your hair. go on a run. pet a cat

sometimes you need to do things that are cathartic or make yourself feel alive. sometimes you need the reminder of why you’re fighting so hard to stay alive

this is your reminder that just because it makes your symptoms worse, it isn’t always the wrong thing to do. there can be value in these actions

[arcane-vagabond]

Heyo, Liz! 5, 18 and 23 from the weird asks? :D

Hey, Sophie!!

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

I'm definitely a soda bottle kinda gal, but i'll never say no to a can.

18. ideal weather?

Stormy, but not storming yet. Where the clouds are dark and angry, and there's still a sliver of sun on the horizon. The wind is picking up, and the temperature drops enough to send a shiver up your spine.

23. strange habits?

Uuuuuuuuh...Does sleeping on my back count? Like, it's not the whole night, but I definitely fall asleep on my back. I also eat M&Ms in color order. I also eat the crust of my pizza before the rest of it.

Weird Asks!

[melancholypancakes]

Hey, so this is going to be a whole rant, sorry I've been gone.

Lack of internet and mainly my job i feel like a workaholic 😭

Anyway, so not many of you know but I've been a TMNT fan for most of my life.

I, unfortunately, grew up with the 2012 series, there are several reasons why that show went downhill.

Donnie x April, writing, the romantic trope is written, the turtles all having a romantic love interest, Leo crushing on Kirai ( his sister may i say) and honestly lost me after the love triangle with April, Donnie, and Casey.

except for Raphael and Mona Lisa, i love them as a couple i wish rise had them in the show or movie.

I have seen the 1980s movies and cartoon shows of TMNT through my dad who is an even bigger fan of TMNT but only the originals.

I'll explain more on, however, 2003 or 2007 i have never seen.

Honestly, I have never loved TMNT more than Rise, I'm in love with Leo and Donnie smart and funny guys count me in XD

I recently started watching the show and when it came out and 15 year old me, did not give it a chance.

At first, i thought it was dumb, i still think they look like frogs lol and i was still confused why April's skin color was changed.

I was used to seeing white April than black April and my dad does not see her as April but as a completely different character.

I'll get back to that later but oh boy i missed out on a good show, given it is still too kiddy for me.

But i love the humor, animation and yes, i believe Leo and Donnie carry the show with the humor :)

Just watching season 1 is making me happy, I'm super into it.

I just love it's the opposite of the old TMNT and less serious.

The old TMNT never really got me into loving the turtles like Rise i just liked them like heroes until Rise..

Usually, Leo is the serious older brother, and leader, Ralph angry fighter, and Donnie is an inventor genius while Mikey is the big pizza lover and fun kid.

While on the rise...

Raph is a giant softie older Brother, Leo is a dumb ninja, Donnie is genius still but autistic in this world which is confirmed and Mikey isn't a full-on pizza lover like in the previous media adaptions but an artist, a fun-loving kid who loves pizza like his bros.

I love the fact Shelldon's voice by the original Michelangelo.

I hope to watch season 2 and the movie soon, definitely won't see the movie til i see season 2.

I recently got into the Rottmnt fandom and made two OCs

Emily & Gwendolyn, i mention them because of the topic I'm going to bring up.

So as far as i will til i upload the drawings of my OCs.

Emily is a half-American half-Japanese teenage human girl, with a mysterious/dark past, best friends with April, and has a HUGE crush on Leo.

Emily lives with her aunt, uncle and cousins it is noting her father is not in the picture and confirmed he is deceased while the mother is a mystery for now.

It's a semi-canon Emily has a large dragon burn mark on her right arm

{...}

Gwendolyn or Gwen is Donnie's human online friend she is surprised that he is a turtle mutant but thinks it is cool, she is a geek, hipster, comic book lover, and mainly chill.

She is basically Ramona Flowers, with the chill vibe, hammer weapon, and dying her hair every day different color.

Gwen is a chubby, Hispanic teenage girl, she lives in New York with her family and is a classmate to April and Emily.

She is known as a smart gal, hipster internet blogger, and gamer.

She is a love interest for Donnie but is not confirmed until later on that they're dating (most likely early season 2 wise)

I recently heard that if you have a cartoon and you have a certain race that character has to be voiced by that certain race.

That kinda sounds like reverse racism, i would go into it but don't want to say anything wrong.

But if i were to choose voice actors for my OCs Emily definitely be voiced by 'Misuki' even though she is only a singer she would be perfect for Emily

Gwen probably would be voiced by Zoe Saldaña, i just see her voice like that :)

Now as for TMNT 2014 & 2016 Bayverse i did not enjoy as much the CGI was just weird and the first movie was alright but the second i wasn't into.

Once again one of the turtles had a crush on April, Mikey.

I dont mind mutant x mutant or mutant x human but it has become weird ever since 2012 Donnie had a crush on April 2014 Mikey had a crush on April.

And now mutant mayhem Leo having a crush on April. What's next Raph has a crush on April.

Personally, i think they should use a different female character to be shipped with the turtles other than April.

As some may tell i didn't enjoy the TMNT mutant mayhem movie, the humor was there but the writing and animation didn't make me fall in love with it, unlike Rise.

However, my dad or i suppose any old TMNT fan, doesn't enjoy the new adaption of TMNT as it become more childish than serious.

Well, from what i seen as an old TMNT fan my dad didn't enjoy the animation or new personalities of the turtles in Rise and the humor doesn't hit him as much.

It's just fun and funny to me him criticizing the show that i personally enjoy XD

I kinda do ship April and Cassandra, not going to lie thought it would be cute :))

Honestly, realized I'm the same age as Raph XD Oh shit, still ship Mona Lisa and Raph though.

This is all i had to rant about, i do love the ROTTMNT series more than the previous franchises before.

Also, I recommend these videos that goes into the deeper dive of TMNT & ROTTMNT all together to get what I mean.

https://youtu.be/bHVB6Ple0bI?si=JB5ump3eYFWFvn1w

https://youtu.be/iBBMxpyLp5E?si=5AqtJLimueLIS1vf

https://youtu.be/_fFXXF051ZI?si=b7jF4SeIJY0Achgm

[angrypizzagal]

Delivery remarks: "Christmas lights in windows."

“Narrows it down”

[terrahachi]

"Tip your driver for excellent customer service."

You don't tip me, you don't get excellent customer service. Bitch. *mic drop*

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆.....

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕:

I want to sit on the kitchen floor eating pizza at 3am with you and talk about our hopes and dreams

𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬: 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝒏𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑬𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝒀 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝒀𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑬. 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑷𝑨𝑫, 𝑨𝑶3, 𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬!

𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑺 𝑾𝑬𝑳𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬

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You could feel his eyes on you From across the room. A small smile creeped up on your face as you peered up at Chris from your book. He quickly snapped his eyes from you acting as if he wasn't looking at you. You chuckled. "I saw you."

You shut your book, sitting it beside you. You walked over to him; he was sitting on the couch across from you so it wasn't that far of a walk.

You straddled his waist, the first thing you did was kiss him, your fingers running through his hair. Chris Chuckled softly running his finger over your cheek. "I'm so in love with you." Chris whispered. He looked into your eyes with his blue eyes. His eyes were scrunched from the smile that was on his face. Chris wasn't lying when he said he was in love with you. He's been in love with you for years and he honestly didn't remember a time when he didn't.

To him, you were an angel. He's been waiting years to find you and when he did, god he was on cloud 9. Everything about you was flawless. Your smile, your laugh, your humor, your beauty, everything.

Just like Chris was there for you, you were there for him. Panic attacks, need help with something like killing a spider, cuddles, you both had each other's backs. It was like you both were meant for each other

Chris, He couldn't comprehend a world with you, but he didn't have to worry because a world without you wasn't going to happen any time soon.

-

"I'm so in love you too." You kissed him again before pulling away with with a chuckle. "So what do you want to do today?" You ran your finger up and down through his hair as you waited for an answer.

Chris sucked in his breath, "um I was thinking we can stay at home, go get in the pool, look up at the stars, and later come in and watch a movie while eating pizza. What do you think love?"

You smiled at him. "I think that's a good idea." You gave him one more kiss before getting off of his lap. "I'll finish reading until later when the sun has settled behind the mountains." You sat back down on the other couch, grabbing your book.

"sounds great babe."

--

Those few hours flew by in a heartbeat. Before you knew it, you and Chris were in your swimwear and on your ways to the pool.

As you walked outside the cool night air hit you. You shivered as you tiptoed the pool. Chris was right behind you as you waddled into the pool. Just as you imagined the pool way cold too. You weren't planning on staying in it for long though.

Chris got in with you, quickly wrapping his arms around your you. "It's a little cold, but it's very nice." Chris looked up at the sky. "The stars are twinkling, the moon is high in the sky, and I'm with my best gal. Nothing is more perfect." He looked back at you before kissing you.

You pulled away smiling. "I feel a lot warmer when I'm in your arms." You said pressing your head into his shoulder. Chris rubbed his hands up and down your bare back. "Same."

You both stayed like that for a little whil, no words being spoken until you pulled away. You looked up at Chris, he had his eyes closed. "What are you doing Chris?"

Chris opened his eyes, "making a wish." You laughed, "what did you wish for?"

"can't tell you, if I do it won't come true." You raised your eyebrows, "okay." You snuck in a chuckle before you pulled away from him fully, "well I'm going to go back in, it's getting really cold." You turned around climbing up the little ladder.

You wrapped yourself in the towel on the lounge chair and walked inside leaving Chris by himself.

You went straight into the bathroom, discarding your clothes so you can take a shower. Opening the glass door, you turned on the water, wait till it was hot before you got in.

As the fresh warm water ran down your body, you sighed. Your head was empty, you just allowed the water to fall over your body.

Your peace didn't last long; Chris opened the shower door a few minutes later. He was shivering,"is there room for two in here?"

You laughed, moving back so he could join you. He quickly got in under the warm water. "Ahh, that's much better."

You shook your head, a smile on your face. Chris turned to you, "so you want me to lather you up or not?" Chris asked. "Sure, just don't do anything weird."

You picked up your towel and handed it to him. Chris began covering you in soap. He managed to make it none sexual which was nice. Showers with him always ended with doing it.

When he was finished, you returned the favor and soaped him up. Once everything was rinsed off you and Chris got out.

The both of you put on some warm clothes. Chris some sweats and you put on some panties and one of his oversized shirts.

Now you were sitting on the couch, dodgers head in your lap as he slept and Chris who was on the phone with his favorite pizza place.

You watched as he made the phone call in the kitchen. You remembered thinking to yourself he was so handsome pacing back and forth as he talked to the man on the other side of the phone. You thought he wouldn't notice your eyes but he did, and when he looked your way you stared into space like you weren't looking.

"I saw you." He said as he walked over to you. "You saw nothing." You said giving him an angry looked which to Chris was freaking adorable. "Okay fine, I saw nothing." He sat down beside you and gave dodger some pets.

"pizza Will be here in about 30 minutes so we can watch a movie until then." Chris leaned over a grabbed the romote control off the coffee table. "Whatcha wanna watch babe?" Chris asked as he turned on disney plus. "Hmmm, Lilo & stitch."

Chris laughed, "okay." He turned on the film and you both began to watch it.

That lasted for 30 minutes before the doorbell rung. "I got it." Chris got up and went to answer the door.

Dodger lifted his head and looked up at you. "Pizzas here buddy." You said, getting up. Dodger followed you to the kitchen where you pulled out two plates for you and Chris. Chris returned this time with the pizza. He sat it on the counter and opened the box. The amazing smell of pizza filled your nostrils causing you to moan. "It smells so good. I don't think I'm going to make it to the couch."

You sinked down on the floor. Chris looked down at you confused, "what are you doing?" "I'm eating on the floor. Join me, it's great down here." Chris shook his head but joined anyways.

"you're right, it is nice down here." He took a bite of his pizza with a raised eyebrows. You both sat on the floor until you were full. The small conversation you were both having quickly blossomed into a conversation about both of your futures together.

"I would like to live on a farm." You said as you hugged your knees. Chris nodded, "yeah, I always wanted one too." There was a brief silence before Chris spoke again. "Maybe we can have that farm one day. You know when we have kids."

Chris was nervous as he said that. You both talked about kids before but never really went into depts.

"I mean yeah. We can have 3 or 4 kids on a farm with a few chickens, and maybe a goat or cow. But we're just living our best life; I want that." You smiled at Chris. He smiled back at you. "Yeah, I want that too."

You both stayed quiet again before Chris blurted out a few words. "Marry me."

You turned to him shocked but confused. "I'm sorry?" Chris exhaled softly, fully turning to you. "Marry me. I don't have the ring with me now, it's a ma's house, but I really want to spend the rest of my life with you." He reached out and grabbed your hands, "so marry me."

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest, you weren't expecting this at all. "Yes, I'll marry you!"

You chuckled before hugging Chris. Chris felt relived, he thought that was going to be hard but nope, it was simple and he was happy with the outcome.

You pulled away looking at him, "I love you Chris."

"I love you too." Chris took your face and gave you a kiss on the lips. he couldn't wait to make you his.

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BC DAVE?? Guys I think I love him but I fucking hate him at the same time ❤️☹️ anyways more prompt generator stuff 😍

Give me a hand, will ya?

(No specific gender/sex implied!! Enjoy ❤️)

Yet again, another busy day at Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria. As much as you didnt want to come in on Christmas Eve, it seems as if many parents want to take their kids to a local pizza place the day before Christmas. What the fuck is up with people? Just when you thought it was already bad, Phil, your manager, came up to you, saying "Y/N, I need you to help man the floor today. Can you do that?" You reluctantly agreed to do so. He was a nice guy, you can't be blatantly rude and say no.

So, that's what got you in this situation. Centre floor, surrounded by kids who's parents had no control over, almost tackling you to the ground as you were surrounded by them. You bet either Jeremy or Dave would've laughed if they saw you. They were nagging you to do something, they didn't want the animatronics for some reason. "Okay, okay! Do you kids... Like magic?" You nervously offered. This was overwhelming, its why you prefer places like the kitchens. They all started kicking off, clearly not impressed. They were screaming, you covered your ears as they did so, the parents soon joining you guys to come shout at you. You didn't know what to do, or what you did wrong, and it was making you more panicked and overwhelmed than you had been before.

Little did you know, Dave had been watching from the other side of the floor the whole time. He watched how you interacted with the kids, how you tried your hardest, and he appreciated it all. He would never admit first, but he loves you. Everything about you. So when he suddenly realised how overwhelming the situation was for you, he had to step in. "Howdy guys, gals n' kiddins. May I ask what's happenin 'ere?" One parent spoke up in a particularly angry tone, explaining to him. He calmly nodded along, as he grabbed your hand from where it rested and squeezed it reassuringly. You didn't look at him to avoid any more argument. As soon as the parent finished, he spoke again. "Well, were most sorry for any inconvenience it may've caused ya. There are plenty of kids facilities 'ere, so take yer kiddins there, instead of lettin them pounce on my coworker 'ere." The parent scoffed, grabbing their kid and walking away. Dave quickly started walking out of the group, keeping hold of your hand.

You had finally got away from the group, and into the privacy of the break room. Dave still hadn't let go of your hand, though. Not that you minded, little did he know you felt the same way about him that he did about you. "Thanks for that, Dave. Honestly. It was becoming way too overwhelming." Dave flashed a soft smile your way, melting your heart. "Least I could do, pardner. I saw those kiddins from over the floor, but when the parents came in I decided that was enough." You smiled, before smirking mischievously as you remembered you were both still holding hands. "So, you like holding my hand?" His eyes widened, a mix of a flustered and embarassed look on his face. He quickly took his hand away. "Oh, uh, sorry." He chuckled nervously. "I mean, yea, I guess?" He got quieter as it went on. You laughed at him, taking his hand back in yours.

"I love you Dave. Thanks for everything."

"I love ya too, darlin. Yer most welcome."

See guys, I do get shit out from time to time 😒 /j

Prompt:

[miss-choco-chips]

Poison never tasted so sweet

Alex looks even more unsure of himself, looking around as if searching for help. Morgan can see, over his shoulder, the car parked just in front of his door. The Secretary is probably there, waiting, so why did the mob boss brave the dangers of customer service alone?

“Is this a ‘my condolences’ or a ‘this is a message’ occasion?” he prompts, feeling a little sorry for the guy. He’s obviously awkward in interactions where he’s not barking orders or threatening people.

(Not that I’d be opposed to being bossed around or grabbed by the neck by him, a traitorous part of himself whispers. He’s quick to wave the thought away. He knows when he has no shot.)

-.-.-.-.-.-

In which there's a tired secretary, a smitten mafia boss and a cute florist boy who's way too interested into poisonous flowers.

Or, the meet-cute you don't need but I wanted to write as a bribe.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Jeremy is just so exhausted. And worst, he can’t even complain to anyone. Not because people wouldn't sympathise. A handsomely paid job means nothing in the face of a tyrannical boss who has absolutely no regard for personal hours or boundaries as he demands unfaltering obedience and perfection from his, and he’s quoting, ‘minions’; he knows, without a doubt, that he could go to any bar in town, sit by the counter to complain to the bartender about his life, and make at least three eavesdropper friends who would share his woes and relate to him. Maybe find himself a nice guy or gal to spend the night with, joined both in carnal passion and occupational despair. Could even be his soulmate, who’s to know.

And still, he can’t. Because someone is bound to ask just who his despicable boss is, and there’s no way to sugarcoat the name Alex Createur. He’d be on the second syllable, and the bar would be already empty. And, knowing his luck, some dirty bastard would be scared enough of the boogeyman under his bed to even call one of his boss’ informants (there's thousands of them, all over the city; finding one is no hardship at all) and tattle. Not that Jeremy is afraid for his life (he’s made himself too indispensable to kill), but his paid time off might suffer the consequences of his whining, and that’s something he’s not about to risk.

So here he is, repressing the urge to yawn as he watches his boss angry storming around his office. Yelling to the unlucky soul on the other end of the line something about disemboweling and student debt-levels of stress, before hanging up and throwing the phone at a wall, missing his head by less than five inches.

Jeremy just takes his own phone out, placing an order for a replacement. Because he’s good, and universally known as The Secretary (the only one competent enough to survive under Mr Createur’s thumb longer than two years), he has a direct link to most shipping companies all around the globe, and they all know to deliver whatever he asks for with utmost promptness. They are well aware who he works with, and the consequences of making said man wait. No one wants to tell the right hand man of the biggest mafia boss of the country that he has to wait a day the reglementary 24 hours for his product to arrive, after all.

(And this privilege, Jeremy ABSOLUTELY abuses. Like when he’s home late, tired after a day of dealing with his boss’ latest temper tantrum, and all he wants is some pizza delivered at his door the second he gets out of his five minute shower? He will one hundred percent name drop his title to have the poor delivery man tear ass across the city, arriving at his door a sweaty mess with thirty seconds to spare.

He doesn’t have the best workplace environment, but man does the job have perks)

As an afterthought, he wonders what time he will get off today. Judging by Sir’s murderous frown and his clenching fists, he guesses not anytime soon. Fuck.

Oh well.

“Should I inform Matthew, Sophia and Rick that they are needed, Sir?” he asks, going through his mental list of which hit-people were on shift that afternoon. Because, unlike him, hitmen and hitwomen got to leave at the end of their scheduled time and be replaced with the next batch, keeping an ever flowing, cycling stream of competent killers on call. Lucky bastards.

Mr Createur actually stops at that, still heaving from his tirade. He stands still in the middle of his wine-color carpeted office, head tilted like a panther about to strike. The floor to ceiling windows, with a breathtaking view of the city from up high (as if Mr Createur didn’t already hold the high ground above all other crime families in the country), let in the reddish hue of the setting sun, making it seem like the entire room was painted in drying blood.

Lovely.

“No”, he finally says, voice deceptively calm and collected. Jeremy wants to groan, because that means- “I’ll take care of that personally.”

Yep, extra hours. Yay.

“Of course, sir. The car will be waiting for you as soon as you step out of the elevator. Should I prepare your preferred ‘tool-kit’?”

His boss shakes his head, void-like-black hair hitting the air like little whips with the movement. He pats down his suit, pristine already, because he’s secretly a theatre kid and lives for the drama. Jeremy almost expects to be ordered to find him a cat to pet as he plans his next big blackmail of a promising politician.

“That can wait. First, we need to buy some flowers.”

“...flowers, Sir?”

“To send to Mrs Lucinda. The poor woman is bound to be very sad when she learns about her son’s awful, horrifying, soon-to-happen murder.”

“... of course, yes. I’ll order those and meet you at the next location, then?”

“No. I want to choose them personally. Find me the closest flower shop; it’s been a while since I took care of these matters. It’s good to go back to one’s roots once in a while.”

Jeremy knows better than to ask something he doesn’t really want to know, but- “Didn’t you start your mafia career when you turned 12, Sir?”

“Yes. And?”

“...nothing, Sir. ‘Disaster Flowers’ is three blocks away, or we could go to ‘Sparkly Nature’, if you’d prefer someplace with better yelp reviews and don’t mind a ten minute drive.”

“No, the sooner the better. We can't have poor Mrs Lucinda wait too long.”

Jeremy privately thinks the woman won’t be too cross about her son having ten extra minutes of life, but he doesn’t care enough to actually voice his opinion. He just nods and follows his boss’ footsteps as they make their way to the elevator.

As expected of an establishment with a name including the word ‘Disaster’, the place is empty when they arrive. It’s most likely due to poor marketing, because the shop itself seems pretty okay. Flower beds cover every wall, an eye-catching spectacle of colorful variety. The floor is freshy swept, no dirt staining the green tiles except the parts around the pots in the center of the shop, with small trees that Jeremy lacks the knowledge to recognize.

“Hi! Just a moment, I’ll be with you soon!” comes a voice from behind the counter on the far end of the room, probably alerted by the wind chimes at the door.

Jeremy wants to use his Secretary title to transform ‘soon’ into ‘right the fuck now’, but his boss seems content to wait as he examines the flowers to his right, so he stills his tongue. Another time, perhaps.

He follows behind Mr Createur, paying attention to which flowers he stares at the most (the monster is totally capable of telling him to ‘buy what I liked’ and expect Jeremy to just know ). He’s so focused on memorizing colors and shapes that he completely misses the approaching man, until he’s standing right next to them, happily smiling up at Mr Createur like he didn’t just sneak up to the country’s most dangerous mafia boss. Not that Boss looked startled at all blinking down at the smiling man with something akin to wonder in his golden eyes that Jeremy was immediately wary of.

“Good afternoon, you two! What can I help you with?”

He opens his mouth, because Boss doesn’t normally interact with peasants, as he calls them, unless its to kill/

“Good afternoon”, he says, leaving Jeremy swallowing his words and surprise. “My name is Alex Createur. I’m just…looking”, he says, slowly, enunciating every word carefully. There’s a strange look on his face as he seems to examine every detail on the worker’s, like there’s something in his chocolate colored curls and almond eyes that caught his attention. Jeremy can’t see it.

The heavy name drop should have made the man pale and tremble. If he were sane or smart, that is. This employee is obviously neither of those things, because his smile doesn’t falter as he offers his hand, gardening glove stained with dirt and something darker (water?). Like Mr Createur would ever touch/

And he’s shaking hands with the florist. Had Jeremy fallen asleep on the job, was he having a fever dream? Or perhaps an hallucination?

“Cool, I’m Morgan Contenu. I own this flower shop, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask. I’ll let you browse at your own pace, but I’ll be over there watering the bloodroots if you need anything.”

And then he’s off to the other side of the store, step almost bouncy, audibly humming under his breath. Jeremy mentally tags him as ‘idiot without self preservation’ and turns back to his boss, expecting him to be fuming at the disrespect of not having the worker bending to his every whim.

He looks mesmerized.

Jeremy promptly turns his attention to the indoor mistletoe growing in a nearby pot. It’s probably less dangerous than whatever is going on inside his boss’ mind right now.

Despite Sir not even looking at it once, Jeremy picks a bouquet of Tea roses after a quick google search. ‘Love at first sight’ might not fit a mother soon to lose her son, but damn if it's not fitting for the mood in the car ride to the warehouse ten minutes later, as Sir looks out of the window and sighs like a sad maiden whose love left for war.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Morgan wasn’t expecting the cute dude from last monday to visit again, so he’s pleasantly surprised when he comes back from the back of the store after a quick break to find Alex there, alone this time, looking through his hydrangeas’ selection. Grace, beauty and abundance. Perfect for a man as obviously rich as he is pretty.

“Hey! You’re back! How is it going?”

Poor Alex looks like a deer caught in the headlights. Morgan almost can’t believe this is the most powerful mafia boss in the city. He’s way too adorable.

Because yeah, of course he knows who he is. He’d have to be blind or dumb to not recgonize the name, specially considering his stranged mom was still an active cop before he left home, and wouldn’t stop complaining about being unable to catch him.

Maybe it was his mom’s hate towards him (the enemy of my enemy is my friend?), but Morgan doesn’t feel threatened in his presence. Or maybe it’s the sleep deprivation.

“...Yes, good morning. I’m… flowers?”

Laughing a little, Morgan approaches him slowly, carefully dropping a bonsai on the nearest shelf on his way over.

“Yep, I sell those. What’s the occasion? I could recommend something based on that, if you’d like.”

Alex looks even more unsure of himself, looking around as if searching for help. Morgan can see, over his shoulder, the car parked just in front of his door. The Secretary is probably there, waiting, so why did the mob boss brave the dangers of customer service alone?

“Is this a ‘my condolences’ or a ‘this is a message’ occasion?” he prompts, feeling  a little sorry for the guy. He’s obviously awkward in interactions where he’s not barking orders or threatening people.

( Not that I’d be opposed to being bossed around or grabbed by the neck by him , a traitorous part of himself whispers. He’s quick to wave the thought away. He knows when he has no shot.)

The business looking man looks at Morgan straight to the eyes for the first time since he stepped in, all curiosity and wonder. He seems… shocked? Pleased?

“You know who I am”, he mutters, softly, hand twitching. Morgan half-wonders if he was about to reach for his gun or to touch his hand. He hopes it was the latter.

“Well, yeah, I’m not stupid.”

“And you’re not… scared” it's not a question.

“Nah. Why would you hurt me? I’m just a florist, dude. You would gain nothing, so I think I’m safe. Unless I somehow offend you by being my usual informal self, in which case, my mom would be pretty pissed that the one criminal she couldn’t catch killed her youngest son the moment she retired; so it’s still a win in my books. Now, flowers? Did you kill someone, or are you going to? Give me something to work with here.”

“...going to. I want to send a message first, though.”

“Great! I have some poisonous flowers, those should do the trick. Marigolds, for example, symbolise grief, despair and mourning… oh! Morning glory, it means ‘death’! You need some of those in your bouquet too. Hmmm… Oh, bloodroot’s pretty deadly as well, and men used to make paint out of it to cover themselves with when they were courting someone, which could be pretty sick, as in a ‘you’re courting death by messing with me’ kind of way…”

Along the way, Morgan kind of forgets the whole purpose of Alex’s visit for a while, enjoying walking around his store as he points at his precious, poisonous babies and explains their meanings and uses out loud. The mafia boss, surprisingly, doesn’t seem particularly impatient, as he follows two steps behind, silent except from the few questions he asks (that end up encouraging Morgan to speak even more). He’s a captive audience of one, and he seems genuinely interested in what Morgan has to say, which is unbearably attractive.

(And that… might be a problem. Morgan doesn’t need more fuel for his dreams about the dangerous criminal)

In the end, after a whole hour of just talking his heart out about his plants, he finally sends Alex on his way with the perfect threat-bouquet, pretty and deadly (like the man buying it). As he’s processing the purchase, he gathers courage he didn’t know he possessed, and carefully plucks a purple larkspur bloom from the pot near the register. Slowly, oh so slowly, taking care that his movements are not threatening in any way, he reaches up and places the flower behind the criminal’s ear.

He doesn’t know who is more shocked by his daring, Alex or himself.

“That one is… on the house.”

Unblinking, those beautiful golden eyes not leaving Morgan’s simple brown ones, the dangerous man raises a careful finger to softly touch a petal, caught between his ear and dark hair. The contrast with the black strands and pearly white skin is striking against the purple.

“What does this one mean?” he asks, almost breathily. Not at all like someone who bribes and blackmails the president on a weekly basis.

High on nerves and adrenaline, Morgan lowers his gaze as he hands out the bouquet, so he can look back at Alex from under his lashes.

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

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Alex comes to the realization that he needs a new desk. The deep, rich mahogany, with it’s warm and earthy colors, makes him think about pretty eyes and soft looking hair, and he can’t even sign up a single paper without his mind wandering and then stuttering like the bumbling high schooler he never was.

But, as he asks Jeremy to place the order and proceeds to drop a match over the wood, watching it burn in silence, he knows he needs to get a grip on himself. If he keeps destroying things that remind him of the cute florist ( Morgan , his mind demands with the same hiss-like tone he uses when threatening his worst foes, call him by his name ), he’ll soon be without an office at all. The floor to ceiling windows reflecting the sun shining over the city evoke the memory of crystalline laughter, of a short, slim man leaning against glass as he waves him goodbye. The plush chair by the bookcase reminded him of the soft sofa they sat at, together, a few weeks ago, when he arrived too soon at the store and Morgan had to wait for a delivery to arrive before helping him pick his bouquet for the day. The polished white linoleum of the hallway leading to his office, so strikingly boring when compared to lightly worn green tiles.

The only thing safe was, ironically, the withering purple bloom, that he’d tried his best to keep alive for over two months now, even hiring expert botanists to make it so (under threat of death), but that was now on it’s last stretch.

He never did research on its meaning, though, too afraid of what it could possibly mean (or maybe too scared to hope).

Alex sighed, stepping aside to let the clean up crew crowd around his burning desk to put the fire out and exchange the ruined furniture with shiny new one (in a different color, of course). As he did, he walked closer to Jeremy, whose face, like usual, betrayed absolutely nothing.

“Jeremy.”

“Sir.”

“...I feel weird.”

“Should I call a physician, Sir?”

“Not that kind of weird.”

“...”

“...”

“...So a trip to Disaster Flowers is in order, then?”

“How dare you presume something like that!”

“Is that a no, Sir?”

“...Have the chef prepare something to go, and make sure it’s ready in ten minutes or less. I bet Morgan hasn’t eaten yet.”

It’s hard to tell with someone so damnably poker faced, but he’s fairly sure his secretary is smug. He should kill him.

… but then he’d have to go through the whole embarrassing ordeal of being known again with someone new.

Fuck. Maybe he should ask Morgan for his opinion? Last time, he killed the suspicious minion like he suggested, and it turned out he was a mole after all, so that was a crisis averted if he ever saw one. Morgan was so smart sometimes. Then he’d do something like drink conditioner on a dare and scare Alex half to death when he found him groaning into the ground, and make him wonder once again just how many times he was dropped as a baby. God he was so adorable.

“Oh… Uhm, sir?”

He had such a nice laugh, and he just got Alex’s sense of humor so well, not even flinching at his dark jokes or disembowelment puns. He even had some of those, himself! Like the time he closed the shop mid morning just so they could have breakfast together, and said ‘ They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Well, not if it's poisoned. Then the antidote becomes the most important’ as they left, dragging a surprised laugh out of Alex despite the awful morning he’d been having so far.

“Boss?”

And he was just the right level of unhinged yet caring that Alex had never known he craved in his life. For instance, when they stumbled across a cop he hated and told as much to Morgan, and he said ‘ I bet she can make you smile if she tries hard enough’ , and proved himself right as he pushed her over the banister overlooking a dirty lake, making Alex grin for the rest of the day.

“Mr Créateur…"

Oh god, or the time a girl kept hitting on Alex at the store, and he couldn’t just get rid of her because of the cops off duty who were browsing some bonsai trees on the other side of the shop. And then Morgan noticed Alex’s discomfort, smiled at the lady and gifted her with a beautiful flower crown. Mountain laurel, he’d noticed with a grin, a little knowledgeable about flowers at that point in their friendship. She couldn’t get through two more pick up lines, before she was throwing up all over the cops. It was glorious.

“Alexander!”

He stopped, ripped off his daydreams by Jeremy’s annoying voice. He wanted to punish the man (he knew damn well that was not his name, and how he hated to be called that), but the urge in his voice stalled his hand.

“What?”

“The men you stationed at the flower shop sent an S.O.S. Someone attacked. I can’t get back in contact with them, though, which probably means…”

Alex didn’t stay to hear the rest of the sentence. For the first time in his life, the stairs were preferable to the elevator (too slow to arrive), and he ran faster than he ever did down flight after flight, damning his own greed at making his building as tall as he did.

He’d stationed a rotation of guards close to the flower shop once he admitted to himself that his feelings for Morgan were there to stay, and that even if most people wouldn’t suspect the full scope of them, it was still easily visible how much he cared for him. And as a man renowned for his power and lack of weaknesses, his friendship with a random civilian would prove far too tempting for anyone aiming for his downfall.

For someone so powerful, so widely feared and respected, time was rarely relative in a way that didn’t favor him. Things took as long or as little to happen as he wanted them to, as he wasn’t afraid to maim or kill to make them so. And whatever little he had no control over, he rarely cared for. Which is to say, he never truly understood when people complained about a minute seeming like an hour, a second lasting as long as a day, until he had to run all three blocks separating his building from the flower shop. He could vaguely hear Jeremy following behind, listen to his growly voice as he barked orders into his phone, probably summoning his heavy hitters to escort them to their destination to take care of whoever was dumb enough to go after the one person he cared for, but it sounded like he was underwater. Felt like that too, like his limbs were too light but he had no momentum, no way to reach where he wanted to be fast enough.

He desperately needed to know that Morgan was okay. Or, alternatively, that he had enough bullets so he could put one for every single mahogany-colored strand of hair of his that was out of place into the attackers.

The flower shop finally came into sight, the stained shards of the broken windows shining under the lamp post just by the side of the entrance. Whoever it was, had obviously bought out the cops who usually patrolled these streets, because there was no way they wouldn’t have heard the glass breaking.

The night was deathly quiet. Usually, both deadly and quiet were words he appreciated. But in relation to Morgan, they only made him sick to the stomach. He didn’t slow down in his mad dash for the door, but it made his hand tremble (for the first time since he was twelve, way over his head as he decided to become the cruelest mafia boss in the city, then the country, then the world-) as he pushed it open. Heart in his throat, beating so widely it felt like being punched from the inside-

“Oh, Alex! Hi! I was waiting for you.”

Morgan. Beautiful mahogany hair, falling in a curly mess over his forehead. Almond-like eyes, crinked at the corners from his wide smile. Lightly tanned face-

Splattered with blood. Only, he noticed after a heart-stopping second, it wasn’t his .

“Oh, yes, these dudes”, he kept going, acting like Alex wasn’t a breath away from a nervous breakdown. For emphasis, he softly patted the head of the dude he was sitting over. Who was unconscious, arm bent at an impossible angle (broken, he thought distantly as he noted the crowbar on the ground nearby) as he laid face down on the floor. The second attacker, half a meter to the left, was groaning into what looked like a puddle of his own vomit, a vial of what Alex knew to be Morgan’s poisonous flower’s essential oils broken a few inches from his face, arms tied behind his back and legs spasming. His own men, who had apparently taken down the third and final attacker, judging by the bullet wounds on said man’s leg, were either dead or unconscious, laying against the far wall near the register.

Morgan himself looked unscathed, beyond some scratches here and there and a probably twisted wrist that he held close to his chest.

“They said something about you and a weak spot? I don’t know, dude, I saw guns and panicked. Those two guys, that I assume work for you, tried to fight them off at first, and I took that chance to grab my emergency kit.”

Alex, too stunned for words, made a sound that was probably closer to what a whale could do than a human thing.

“Ah, my emergency kit? I meant the poisons and crowbar, dude. I had a face mask, so I smashed my strongest paralyzer on the ground over there- yeah, I would step away if I were you, though the fumes are probably dispersed enough it's not dangerous anymore- and went to town on them with my crowbar while they recovered. Though that one over there had a very strong reaction and he was down and puking his guts out before I even finished with this one, so I only hitted him a little to keep him down while I waited for you.”

Morgan was rambling. It was as adorable as ever, but Alex, for the first time since they met all those months ago, couldn’t really focus on that. His body was battling both the anxiety and adrenaline still running wild through his veins, and contending with the growing, unparalleled attraction that was threatening to make him drop to his knees in front of Morgan and just beg for his hand in marriage. It was a very weird, very numbing wave of emotions, and he could absolutely not process any of this while still worried over Morgan’s wrist.

As always, dependable Jeremy stepped up when he was needed the most, reminding him just why he kept the annoying bastard in his employment.

“Sir, the hitmen are on their way to… clean up, and I have the actual clean up crew on hold to take care of the place once they are done. The car is going to be here any second now, and the driver knows to not care about any traffic law in order to get you and Mr Contenu to the hospital as soon as possible. The medical staff also know to expect your arrival, and they’ll be waiting by the door to escort Mr Contenu to whatever examination he needs to get done. Please go and rest assured, I’ll take care of matters here.”

God, Jeremy was the best damn secretary ever.

Still shaking a little, he helped Morgan up (from where he was sitting, on the back of the hitman he took down like nothing, god, that was so fucking hot) and half supported half carried him to the waiting vehicle.

“Thanks Jeremy!” yelled the shorter man when they passed him on their way to the door. Jeremy merely waved him off, already focused on his phone again, probably busy with damage control.

He’ll give Jeremy a raise, he thinks. After making sure Morgan is safe. And convincing his crush friend that the empty office building across the street from Alex’s own edifice was actually a great place to move his flower shop to. Because he just knows that, after tonight, he’ll develop the strongest case of separation anxiety and will need easy, quick access to him at all times if he ever wants to be competent at work again.

He’ll even redecorate his own office, walls full of bleeding heart’s blooms, and risk speaking up about his feelings, if that’s what it takes to keep Morgan by his side. Forever.

But for now, he has a revenge to plan, and maybe his favorite, devious florist with a knack for poison will be willing to help- it’ll be a fun, bonding activity. Or, if he gathers enough courage to ask… maybe a nice date idea.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Once again, Jeremy is way too tired and not being paid nearly enough for this.

But, when he gets home after dealing with the flower shop break in (henchmen tortured until they confessed who sent them, flowers moved to a safe warehouse until they could be relocated in the empty office bulding Mr Createur had bought to keep Mr Contenu closer, corrupt policemen removed from their part of the city, reporters bribed to just ignore the situation and leave Mr Contenu alone…), he knows he has one more task to attend to, before he can finally go to sleep.

Tired but reluctantly happy, he lets himself fall into his overpriced couch, wine glass in one hand, phone in the other as he opens a new google tab and looks into the best jewelry shops of the country. If they are not good enough, he’ll start searching for worldwide ones.

He wants to find out which one makes the best engagement rings as soon as possible. The Secretary has to anticipate his boss’ needs, after all.

[sapiowoman28]

I can, I can't : Part 1 of 3

Pairing: Jaemin x female reader

Gener: best friends to lovers au, smut, fluff

Warning: mentions of sex, masturbation (Female)

Summary: Jaemin and Y/N are part of a group of best friends. One day, things change.....

They called themselves the dropouts. Brought up in good Catholic families, active within the Church community as kids, Catholic school education... the works. They then grew up and stopped going.

It wasn't some group thing were everyone agreed to stop going altogether at the same time. It was more like, one by one, they stopped going.

Jeno was the first to stop, at 15, after his parents got divorced. He became angry and withdrawn. By 16 he was mixing with the wrong crowd - think underaged drinking, partying, It was only after a close brush with the law that he - literally and figuratively - sobered up and decided to focus on healthier pursuits like education and sports. Thankfully too, the old Jeno that everyone knew and love came back.

Then were was Renjun. Renjun was always the one who wasn't really into religion anyway. He was more apt to believing in aliens and ghosts. His mother kept him going for as long as she could. By 18 he was out.

Haechan, as he got older, became a sporadic goer. After moving out on his own to live with the guys and Y/N in an apartment closer to campus, he stopped too.

Y/N? The older she grew, the more she learnt about the importance of gender equality. The more she embraced feminism, the more she found some church teachings hard to swallow.

All was left, of course, was Jaemin. Now Jaemin, he was still a "good boy", faithfully going to Church every Sunday. It wasn't that he was extremely religious. It was more that he had gone to Church every single week all his life. To not go one week felt odd and different.

The good thing was, nobody made fun of him or tried to stop him from going. Jeno even woke him up on Sunday mornings before he went for his 10km runs just so Jaemin would get to mass on time. (Mass is what Catholics call a church service.)

Y/N enjoyed hanging out with her friends. She was like one of the boys. It had always been like that since they were young. Everyone who knew Y/N knew she was not to be messed with. Not only was she capable of kicking anyone's balls, she also had four bros who would come after their ass too. In fact, guys who were interested in dating her would often try to get in good standing with the four guys so life would be easier for them. So it was hardly surprising that Y/N had never had her heart broken.

The problem was, Y/N was the one breaking hearts. Commitment wasn't her strongest suit, and more often than not she'd break off with whoever she was seeing with very trivial reasons, First she was dating Xiaojun. Then 7 months later she broke it off with him because apparently he "sucked at making out". The truth was, Xiaojun was good enough in bed but Y/N wanted to date the more exciting Yang Yang after meeting him at a frat party her gal friends dragged her to and making out with him. So Yang Yang it was. For a while she was happy. But then 10 months passed and Yang Yang was history. Now it seemed, was some guy called Lucas.

"Now, before you guys misunderstand, Lucas is not my boyfriend." Y/N declared over a pizza with Jaemin one Saturday night. "He's just... a friend..."

Jaemin raised his eyebrow. "You mean a friend with benefits? Cos based on what we have to hear every single Friday night, none of us think you guys are friends. Speaking of which.... Jeno wants me to talk to you."

"Let me guess, you lost rock paper scissors. Again. And that's why you're the one speaking to me."

"Well, we have house rules to follow..." Jaemin started, looking somewhat uncomfortable.

"Jeno and his stupid house rules." Y/N sighed. "What now? I can't bring Lucas home?"

"It's getting kind of weird for all of us...."

"You guys bring girls home all the time!" Y/N protested.

"I don't." Jaemin said. It was true.

"Jeno does. Haechan does. Even Renjun! Remember that weird Yoga chick he was seeing?"

"But they're not loud. Lucas sounds like he has a loudhailer in his throat and it's weird hearing him......we end up having to use headphones."

"I've tried asking him to tone it down. But he gets too excited when I blow him..." Y/N grinned as Jaemin covered his ears with his hands, not wanting to hear the details.

"Look, Jeno says he appreciates that YOU have gotten less loud since that time you were dating Yang Yang. But Lucas he's just.... too expressive. Can't you do it at his house or something? It's not the moaning as much as the dirty talk, you know?" Jaemin's voice was getting tinier and tinier.

"If Jeno has a problem, why can't he tell me himself?" I know it's not Haechan or Renjun who are complaining. Haechan's always gaming with his stupid headphones on and Renjun's always listening to music on his noise cancelling ones."

Jaemin sighed. "Don't put me in a tough spot, Y/N..."

He looked at her with puppy dog eyes.

"Fine. I'll speak to Lucas. But I'm only doing it cos of you, cos you good Catholic boy and virgin and all."

Jaemin rolled his eyes. "For the last time, Y/N, I'm not a virgin!"

Lucas took the news surprisingly well and he was happy to have her hang at his apartment instead. Which turned out to be a better thing, since his apartment was bigger and his housemates were never around. Y/N wondered why she insisted on making out at her apartment to begin with.

"I'm surprised Jeno was the one with the problem.." Lucas said after they had made out and she was snuggling in his arms.

"He has all these rules. The worst part is he makes Jaemin speak to me instead of telling me directly."

"It makes sense. You and Jaemin are close."

"I'm close to all four of them."

"No no no." Lucas said, "Each of them has a different thing with you."

"Explain, Mr Wong." she said, looking up at him.

"I think Jeno knows both of you have strong characters so he has Jaemin speak to you instead when there's an issue so you guys won't argue. He prefers to keep things light, so the most you're gonna get is Jeno making fun of you for having a thing for foriegn men."

"What about Haechan?"

"Haechan's your gaming bestie. You talk about gaming, and game together. But he'd kick the ass of anyone who gives you trouble."

"I think I'm least close to Renjun."

"I don't think it's that. It's more Renjun is kind of in his own world. He's like that with everyone. But he feels close to you guys."

Y/N was impressed.

"What about Jaemin?"

"Jaemin's like your total opposite. But you guys get each other. I like him. He's a good guy."

"Yeah he's a virgin." Y/N joked.

"He's a good looking guy! Heck, if I was a chick I'd go after him man!" Lucas said, his eyes expressive as always.

"Well, he's a good guy. I've never seen him bring a girl home."

"Come on man, when it comes to hormones, even good guys turn bad."

Lucas was driving her home when she got a call from Jaemin.

"Wassup?"

"Are you alone?" Jaemin asked. He sounded strange. "I need help."

"Are you ok?" Y/N asked. "I'm with Lucas. Where are you?"

"Oh. I'll call someone else..."

"Don't be an idiot, Jaemin. Where are you?"

"Hospital." he said. "Can you come? Just don't tell anyone anything. Not even Lucas."

She found him in a bad state at the hospital. Sitting in a daze, blood stains on his crumpled shirt. Y/N had never seen Jaemin look so small.

"Hey" she half whispered. He looked up.

"I can go now. I got an x-ray done. My nose is not broken. And it's finally stopped bleeding." he said. "I already collected my medicines. Mostly painkillers."

"What happened?" she asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." he said.

"Let's get home and get you out of these bloody clothes. And then you can tell me after you've had a good night's sleep."

"Can i sleep in your room tonight?" he asked. It was an unsual request. "I'm feeling quite shaken."

"Yeah. Sure. Let's do that."

It was 2am and he still couldn't sleep. She could feel him toss and turn next to her.

"Jae."

"Sorry."

"No, I can't sleep either."

He sat up.

"I need to get my ID card back. Can you follow me tomorrow?"

"Your ID card?"

"I was fooling around with a first year chick in her house. Her parents came back and caught us. Her dad took my ID away, said he was going to lodge a police report against me for tresspassing his house and taking advantage of his daughter. Well, that's after he beat me up."

Y/N sat up. This was interesting, she thought.

"She's 18?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"18 is legal you dumbass." she slapped her forehead.

"I thought it was 21.."

Y/N groaned. "I can't believe you're so stupid."

"But the trespassing thing?"

"They don't have a case Jae. I'm sure you can prove you were invited there. Even if she lies and said she didn't invite you. They can't prove it beyond a reasonable doubt."

"I'm so glad you're studying law."

"And Jaemin?"

"What?"

"It's illegal for him to detain your ID. YOU can report him."

"Oh. I didn't know that."

"Can you go sleep now that you know you're not actually in trouble?"

"Yes. Thanks Y/N." he said, turning to face the opposite side.

But Y/N couldn't sleep. Her mind was running a million miles a minute. Jaemin made out with someone. What was he like when making out? Was he gentle? Was he sweet like he always was to everyone? Was he a dom or sub? What did he do with the girl? Did he have fun?

Her own thoughts made her sick. Feeling a stir in her stomach made her sick. This was her best friend she was thinking of. She had to stop. Maybe she needed a shower.

Taking a towel with her to the bathroom, she shut the door, stripping quickly and getting under the hot jets of water. Damn it, Y/N, she scolded herself. Not Na Jaemin. What happened to your thing for Chinese guys?

She soaped herself trying to escape the mental picture of Jaemin, between the girl's thighs, lapping on her clit mercilessly, his eyes twinkling like they would whenever Jeno or Haechan said something witty. Suddenly, she was thinking of him between her legs, lapping at her core.

She brought her fingers to her clit, rubbing them from side to side. She leaned against the bathroom wall, moving more aggressively. She was wet. Biting her lip she pushed two fingers into her pussy, thrusting them in and out, the sound of the shower masking the wet noises as her fingers moved.

The muscles in her stomach were tightening. She could no longer hold back, thinking of Jaemin thrusting into her, looking at her with an intense gaze. She wanted him bad.

Slowly she came undone, as she moaned into her hands while cumming.

Suddenly, someone was knocking aggressively on the bathroom door. Y/N froze.

"I need to pee!" Haechan shrieked. "Hurry! I need to go back to my game!"

"Give me 2 minutes I'll be done." Y/N said, drying herself with her towel and getting dressed, mind still dazed from thinking about Jaemin. She knew their friendship was never going to be the same ever again.

She was just wondering how easy or hard it was going to be, to get Jaemin to join her on the other side.

[jojoboisimagines]

Snippets Ch.4 : Johnny and Josuke (4) with the Same Crush (3)

Previous Chapter

A set of multiple drabbles/oneshots combining characters (i.e Jojos) from multiple parts and AUs.

.::.

"That guy...do you think--" Josuke started.

"That's their boyfriend? No idea." Johnny quickly answered, trying to play it off as if he didn't care.

It was quite the opposite. He may have cared too much.

To say Johnny was jealous was an understatement. But it seemed like Josuke was feeling some of the heat too, seeing you hanging out with some guy and proceeding to talk about him with Josuke when the two of you went to lunch the other day.

Josuke was still in the dark about Johnny’s own crush on you, which was a relief for the jockey, but it was hell for him, having to be afraid of either guy winning you over first.

He just needed to muster up the courage to talk to you again, but it was a lot more difficult than he thought it’d be. You two always seemed to be busy when the other wasn’t. Of course he still had Gyro (and occasionally Josuke and Hot Pants) to keep him company, but he missed you.

The little spat the cousins had was forgotten for a while. They didn’t exactly apologize to each other, but just starting to talk normally again was enough sign there was no hard feelings. The younger teen was still very confused about Johnny’s intentions that day.

‘ Was he trying to be a good role model or was he just mad I was leaving him at home?’ he thought. It didn’t really matter to him anymore, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t concerned about what Johnny must’ve been thinking, and if he still did feel that way.

They sat at a small table on the far side of the kitchen. Josuke, looking rather bored, held his head on his palm, while Johnny was playing on their shared Switch. Or at least, was pretending to be after Josuke brought up the subject.

“Hey, can I ask you an honest question?” The Japanese teen breaks the icy silence once again.

Johnny merely raises an eyebrow with a low ‘hm’ that was barely audible. His heart silently raced thinking of what the boy sitting across from him had on his mind to ask.

“(y/n)...how long have you known them?” 

A simple enough question to start off with, Josuke thought. Yet Johnny’s lips still pursed.

“Uh...about half a year now. We got really close in that time I’d say.” That last part wasn’t even to get a rise out of Josuke, he just genuinely thought so. He really cared about you, romantically or not.

Meanwhile, Josuke had only known you for the duration of the summer, which was about to end in a couple of weeks. Perhaps if he’d beg Johnny to let him stay he’d have more time to bond with you, but there was also the issue of him feeling homesick from time to time.

God, if he could take you back to Morioh with him..it’d be like a dream come true.

They both had quickly forgotten about whatever guy Josuke was referring to earlier, mixed up in their own thoughts about their relationship with you. Besides, he had only ever seen the guy once, there was no way you’d switch up on him that quickly.

He had no dates or anything planned with you like he usually does, though. Not that he didn’t want to spend time with you, he just felt as if he was coming off as a little...clingy.

Higashikata had been trying to drop hints that he liked you, such as buying you things, having heart-to-heart conversations as he’d walk you home, calling you pet names, and ending his goodnight texts with a little heart emoji. He considered himself a romantic, but when it came to your reactions, you kinda brushed them off platonically. Perhaps you’d never been flirted with before?

His texts were still frequent, making sure you were having a good day and all, but he figured maybe he should start being a little more risky..

“What do you like about (y/n) anyways?” Johnny asked.

There was a pause for a couple of seconds, before Josuke scooted back in his chair and got up from the table, intending to retreat to his room for a couple of hours.

“The same things you do, probably.”

.::.

“Ow! Gyro, what the hell was that for?!”

“Because, idiota, you need to confess already.” He hovers over Johnny like a judgmental parent.

Josuke had left the house to get some groceries, and in that time, the jockey called Gyro over. Not for advice specifically, but that's what it had eventually turned into. Sitting on the floor of Johnny’s room (where it was painfully easy to find porn magazines, Gyro won’t let that go as long as the two of them live).

“Like seriously, this is getting embarrassing to watch, just do it already.” The Italian pointed a finger at his friend. “Sooner or later you’re gonna do the thing where you get the girl drunk and then sleep with her regardless of feelings.”

“Ugh, I’m not like that anymore Gyro!” Johnny folds his arms with a pout his friend knows all too well at this point. “I’ve never committed to anyone before, so of course this is a little more awkward for me than it is for anyone else, you know this!” 

Indeed he did know. It was somehow one of the things they always ended up talking about.

“Listen, I know how this is gonna end. Its gonna end with you in this same room, bunched up in several blankets, listening to Fleetwood Mac on repeat with 3 pizza boxes to make yourself feel better.”

The American scoffs.

Gyro sits upright on his bed. “I’m right. Look, this gal means a lot to you, I know. I’ve seen it. You’ve never stared at someone with such a…not hateful look in your eye.” It was half a joke, half truth. “And I don't wanna see you sad, so you’re just gonna have to pull yourself up, grow some steel balls, and ask them out. For real. For both of our sakes at this point.”

Johnny rolls his eyes. “Wow, Gyro wants me to be with a girl? Pigs must be flying.”

“You are so not funny.” The Italian’s teeth flashes for a moment as he scowls.

“Alright, since you’re such a casanova, why don’t you tell me what to say to them?” At this rate, there was really no other choice for Joestar to take. He could ask Hot Pants, but knew she would give him similar advice.

“Nyo-ho! I’ll show ya! All you gotta do is gimme your phone.”

As soon as the word ‘gimme’ was uttered, the jockey clutched his phone as if it was a baby. The last few times he lended his friend his phone, it didn’t go so well.

Gyro would’ve snorted if he wasn’t serious about this.

“Come onnn! It--”

“Won’t go like the last three times, right? Fat chance.”

“Just hurry and hand it over before I tackle you!”

The larger man did that far too much already, much to Johnny’s dismay. Once Gyro had him in a headlock, there was no getting out of it. He defeatedly raised his phone up to the man for him to take.

“If you ruin anything, I’m doing the same thing to you, AND taking your damn horse.” The Italian waved him off as if he was merely an angry toddler. As he typed, Johnny tried to peer over and see, but his friend was too adamant on turning side to side so he couldn’t. The expressions Gyro was making wasn’t a good sign either. First confused, then mischievous, then looking a little too proud of himself. The jockey’s hands could start sweating at any moment from the sheer anxiety this was giving him.

“Aaaaaand done! There we go, all set!”

Johnny reached for his phone as soon as the words left his mouth, unapologetically in a snatching manner to immediately read the text sent.

::‘Hey This is Johnny darling. Hope your day has been as beautiful as your smile. I was wondering if you’re free tomorrow by 12pm. I have something very important to tell you. See you soon xoxo.’::

Alright, so it wasn’t as bad as he thought itd be (not nearly as bad as the time Gyro dared him to send a ‘send nudes’ text to you) but god, it would look suspiciously out of character for you to see. He can’t even remember the last time he typed ‘darling’ instead of ‘darlin’ and actually bothered to punctuate his texts. And who even used ‘xoxo’ anymore?

His friend looked at him with a big grin, waiting for his reaction. A slightly more pure smile than if he were waiting for Johnny to get a joke.

“Soooo what do you think? You gotta pick some nice clothes out for your date.”

The shorter man sighs.

“Its...passable.”

.::.

 Josuke got home a little later than he expected. He was surprised to see there was still Prince CDs in stock at the store. Thats one of the perks of coming to America, he guessed. He was more than ready to put them into one of Johnny’s old CD players he had found. It was already hard for him to listen to pretty much anything without thinking of you. At least if it was Prince specifically, it would help him feel better and he could jam out to it.

Finally finding the track he wanted, he grinned, letting the music play out loud and hopping on his bed. It was a good few minutes before he had started getting that feeling in his gut again.

..Crap, this wasn’t helping either.

The teen felt that he couldn’t endure this much longer. Love was something he took very seriously and to be so unsure about your relationship just made him feel funny. He had to at least know for sure if the both of you were on the same page. Josuke was sick of being so anxious about it.

Josuke laid down flat on his back, pulling his phone out.

“You know what? I’m gonna ask them out.”

[moonctzeny]

I don’t think I can wait

“You’re basically eating me up in your imagination right now”

“Oh, I’m doing much more than that”

pairing: Doyoung + fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1,927

warnings: public sex, dirty talking, light degradation but it’s consensual of course

summary: “You and your boyfriend, Doyoung, are out for a fancy dinner, but he looks so fucking good you can’t wait to get home. So you don’t.”

a/n: please don’t put your boyfriend’s fingers in your mouth during a pandemic

I’M SO FUCKING SAD THAT I HAD TO REUPLOAD, it was at 100 notes before it was flagged for one fucking picture... tumblr sucks.. anyways enjoy

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Having a gourmet dinner in formal wear wasn’t really your thing. You were more of a making pizza in your underwear type of gal, but when Doyoung made a reservation at one of the fanciest restaurants in the area, to celebrate your anniversary, you couldn’t turn him down.

You dressed up for the occasion, slipping on one of the few designer dresses you owned, Doyoung’s favorite. Carefully chosing your make up and jewelry to match, you left your place smelling like expensive cologne and looking like a million bucks.

But none of that mattered. Because right now, as you finished the overpriced main dish you ordered, you only wanted to taste one dessert. Your boyfriend’s dick.

He had no right looking this handsome tonight. His hair was jelled back, letting his sharp eyes shine in their full glory over the candle light between you. The black silk shirt he chose to wear looked royal on him, the dainty jewelry accentuating his collarbones and making his neck look delicious. His long fingers looked even prettier than usual, decorated in silver rings, and you couldn’t stop daydreaming about sucking on them.

You took one more sip from the french wine he had ordered for you, the alcohol not helping your situation. You put the glass down, absentmindedly drawing circles around its perimeter with your finger. A feeling of guilt pooled in your stomach, when you realized you hadn’t listened to a word of the story that he was telling you.

“Are you ok? You seem a little out it tonight”

You took your right heel off, sighing at the alleviation of pain the shoe was giving you. Running your foot up and down his calf, you were glad the tablecloth was long enough to hide the inappropriate action.

“I’m sorry, honey, I’m just- so needy tonight”

He chuckled at your tone, and studied your body language. A flushed face and a body leaning towards him, basking him in your attention, begging for his touch. He placed his hand over yours, rubbing little comforting circles with his thumb.

“We’ll get home soon baby, don’t worry”

You glided your foot higher up his thigh, the silky fabric of his slacks making the motion smoother. Batting doe eyes at him, you took his hand and guided it on your lips, as if to leave a sweet kiss. Looking around quickly, you made sure no one was staring directly your way and dipped the tip of his thumb in your mouth, sucking lightly. Your voice was sweet like honey.

“I don’t think I can wait”

You let him go since a second later, the waiter came, handing you out two little menus. You lifted your foot even higher, pressing it over your boyfriend’s clothed cock, happy to discover that he was already half hard.

“May I interest you in our desserts? You can choose from the menu over here but our specials tonight are crème au caramel, babas au rhum and chocolate lava cake”

Doyoung grabbed your ankle from under the table, stopping your little massage.

“Ooh ooh!” you wiggled excitedly, satisfied with your effect on him, “I’ll take the lava cake. I just love gooey things in my mouth”

Your tone was innocent but your intentions were far from it, and you saw your boyfriend almost choke on his spit from the corner of your eye.

“We’ll share”, he choked out and quickly returned the menus back to the unsuspecting waiter.

“Are you crazy?”, he whispered once the two of you were alone again. Well, as alone as two people in a crowded restaurant can be. The anger in his voice was only turning you on even more.

“What did I do?” you challenged.

“You’re basically eating me up in your imagination right now”

“Oh, I’m doing much more than that”

With that, Doyoung had enough. He stopped a passing waiter and asked for the bill, handing out his credit card impatiently. It wasn’t often you got to break his cool façade like tonight, turning him from the collected man he was to someone so fidgety. You put you shoe back on, excited for what you knew was coming next.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you up, guiding you to the higher floor of the restaurant. The waiter that had taken your order earlier saw you walk away and stopped you, a quizzical look on his face.

“Sir, are you leaving already? What about the desserts?”

“Pack them up, will you? I want to show the beautiful lady the view you have on your top floor”

You weren’t heading to the restaurant’s balcony, of course, but rather the bathrooms. Waiting around for any waiters to leave, you sneaked into the ladies room, luckily empty, hoping no one would interrupt you soon.

The moment you got in, you crashed your lips into his. He kissed you slowly but dirty, dipping his tongue in your mouth and turning you more desperate than ever.

The impatient boy was gone again, his calmness making it seem like he only wanted you half as much as you needed him.

He grabbed your neck and squeezed, and you weren’t sure if it was his dominance or the cold rings that were sending shivers down your spine. Walking you backwards with his grip, you felt the porcelain sink digging in your ass.

“So, did you have my dick in your mouth in your imagination earlier?”

You just nodded eagerly, unable to choke out any words with the way he was restricting your air flow. He released your throat, gripping your hair instead and pushing you down on your knees.

“Then show me, slut”

You wiggled a bit in spot, waiting for him to free his cock from the slacks he was wearing. He only moved the least amount of fabric possible in order to let it spring out, red tip angry and staring at you.

You put your hands on your knees, pushing your boobs together and staring at him in anticipation and thankfulness, like he just did you a favor. Leaning forward, you only trail your tongue across his slit, making him hiss. You move in circles around his tip, focusing on the sensitive skin located right under it.

“No time for this”, he mutters and laces his fingers in your hair again, fitting the entirety of his member in your mouth. You take up the challenge and start to bob against him, moving your head in a pivoting motion. Placing one hand on the base of his cock to stable yourself, you use the other to massage his balls.

“Fuck you’re so good at this”

You felt his cock turn incredibly hard inside your mouth and you couldn’t help but run your tongue through his length, feeling all the little veins and thinking how good he will feel inside you.

As if he heard your thoughts, he pulled you up, a hand kneading your ass. He slips his fingers between your pussy lips, realizing that you have no panties on. His stare was strict but you look at him with wide eyes full of innocence.

“I didn’t want my underwear to be visible through the dress”

He collected the juices that were already pooling there, and placed his fingers on your lips. You open up eagerly, lapping over his digits with such hunger that he’s just staring with an open mouth, his glance darker than ever.

“Is that the case? Or were you planning on getting fucked in public and just gave me the easiest access?”

You didn’t have time to answer him because he immediately pulled up the skirt of your dress, locking your right leg around his waist. The position would otherwise be a bit uncomfortable, but he was so hard and you were so wet that he just slipped into you effortlessly. You were so needy for him that just his tip filling you up triggered a daring moan from you. He bent down for a deep kiss, and you weren’t sure if it was to shut you up or because he got turned on by your desperation. You knew he had more to offer.

“I need more”, you whispered over his lips and he delivered, pulling your dress to the floor leaving you completely naked except for your heels. He turned you around, bending you over the sink, bitting your earlobe before pushing into you completely.

“Be a good girl and shut up”

It was so dirty, how he stayed all suited up and yet you were completely naked for him, bouncing on his cock. You stared at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes moving from your pleasure filled face, to your breasts, to the place were he was digging inside you.

He grabbed your leg, placing your knee on top of the sink, thus making his thrusts feel mind numbingly deep. You moved your fingers over your clit and started rubbing circles over it but he smacked your hand away, doing it for you instead.

The way he was fucking you just right, coupled with the fear of getting caught made it impossibly hard for you to stay quiet. Doyoung grabbed your throat once again, the mirror offering you the beautiful imagery of his fingers over your neck.

“We’ll get caught if you keep being so loud”

“I don’t care”, you moaned out, “let them know how good you’re fucking me”

He growled at that, picking up his pace and shutting your mouth with his hand, muting out the sounds you let out.

“You’re so nasty tonight, you little slut. Begging for it like a bitch in heat. I wouldn’t let you cum, but I don’t want your dripping pussy ruining the leather seats of my car”

His filthy words sent you over the edge, forming tears in the corners of your eyes and making your knees buckle. Doyoung held you in place, continuing to fuck into you, but your whimpering made it obvious that this was too much for you.

He let you kneel down, turning your face around to look at him as he jerked off over it. Your fucked out state was enough for him, soon urging you to open up. Pulling your tongue out for him, he started spurting his cum over it. He looked absolutely beautiful, with his flushed face and open mouth, and you gladly swallowed all of him, reopening your mouth to show him how good you were for him.

He kneeled down next to you, arms embracing you and he pulled you into the sweetest kiss.

“I love you”

“I love you too, Doie”

You let yourself get lost in his scent, the smell of sweat and his woody cologne calming you down. The moment wouldn’t last for long, as a knock on the door made you both jump up in panic.

“Just a moment”, you yelled out, quickly putting your dress back on and fixing your hair to the best of your ability. Doyoung took his suit jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders and opened the door. The lady looked a bit taken aback to see him in the ladies room, but he only held you closer.

“My girlfriend wasn’t feeling too good”, he lied and she nodded in worry, convinced.

You walked out of the restaurant, a bag with your packed dessert in hand as he sighed.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

“Share the lava cake with me as we prepare for a round two?”

He laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Sounds like a plan”