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dc418writes · 5 months ago

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✨Pairing✨: mob!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Things seem to be looking up again for you and Ari

🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!, Ari (as we all know), Ari admittedly being a bit of a creep (but reader is fine with it) mention of nudity, happy adult fun times (everyone please be safe!), violence (man to man), fluff mixed in throughout, language

A/N🎤: So uh..this was a long time in the making🫣 lol. Hopefully you guys like this newest addition!

*DISCLAIMER!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*

Part V

"Thanks. Have a good night," Ari politely tells the delivery guy after exchanging his tip for the Chinese already beginning to spread its savory scent throughout your apartment. Ever the protective caregiver, he insisted you eat even though you didn't have an appetite; especially at this time of night.

"I'll be fine. I usually get cereal or just make a big breakfast the next morning," you explained. It fell on deaf ears though as the suave businessman tapped on his phone ordering something for the both of you.

"You need something Y/N, even you said yourself you haven't had anything since lunch. I know you're hungry."

So as you showered trying to rid your skin of the day's work and the touch of the desperate intruder, he patiently waited on your couch. Listening to the running water pattering on the tub floor and for that eventual knock of your arrived food.

You shouldn't feel shy having given this man every part of you, but that doesn't stop your timid steps entering your small kitchen to see the muscles of his broad back and shoulders flex and move under his button up as he carefully takes out the two containers. One for your soup; the other his box of Lo Mein.

"Hey, just in time," he smiles over his shoulder feeling your presence.

"Thanks," you softly smile taking the plastic bowl from his hand. "Y-You really didn't have to."

"When are you gonna realize that everything I do for you is because I want to?," he smirks handing you a plastic spoon.

You wish he wasn't so nice to you. He shouldn't want anything to do with you right now let alone feed you. That's how any other man would be. Sat on your couch, knee occasionally brushing against his, you were slowly beginning to realize Ari wasn't like other men though. He was trying to show you that from the way he cared for you; wanting to give you everything you wanted, deserved, and more.

And finally, you were ready to surrender and let him.

"It's okay?," he asks wiping the corners of his mouth.

"Mhm," you nod gently smiling. "Yours?"

"Good. Wanna try?"

Leaning down slightly, you let him lift his chopsticks to your mouth placing a few noodles on your tongue. The sweet and spicy chili comfortably tingling your mouth and making you want more. "Mm, that is good!"

"I've never gotten it from this place, but it's just as good as the other one I get it from. Maybe better," he lightly chuckles before silence overtakes the both of you again.

Why was this so difficult? It was just two small words, it shouldn't feel this awkward.

"A-Ari?"

"Hm?"

"I'm...I'm sorry...about everything."

"It's in the past-"

"No, don't. I should've come to you earlier or-or said something that same day.."

"Y/N listen to me," he begins placing both of your respective containers on the table in front of you before turning to hold your hands in his larger ones. His deep blue eyes seemingly boring into your soul but in the most comforting way. "I appreciate your apology. Do I wish you would've come to me first? Yes, but I understand that things didn't look right, and you were just looking after yourself. Truthfully, all of this could've been avoided if I told you I was a father from day one."

He did have a point.

"I just didn't want to scare you off."

Scooting closer, you free your hand to caress his cheek. Inwardly smiling at the prickles of his soft beard against your skin again. Your fingers even drift to the strands flowing just at the base of his neck; equally as soft as you brush them behind his pierced ear. "You having a kid isn't gonna scare me away."

"I'm glad," he softly smiles kissing the inside of your sweet smelling wrist.

"Mind telling me about her?"

"Of course not." Settling into the cushions behind you both, your legs naturally find their way to his lap while his arm on your shoulders brings you closer into his side. "For starters, she's four with the attitude of a 40-year-old."

For hours you sat there happily listening to Ari tell you stories about his daughter and her already budding personality that would surely make his hair fall out by the time she was 20. It was cute really. Watching his soft smile as he scrolled through the images that went with said stories and those she simply insisted her grandma send on her behalf.

"Clearly she got everything from her mom," he stated with a light chuckle.

"I'm not disagreeing, but she seems like the type to not take no for an answer and go for what she wants no matter what. Reminds me of a certain someone in particular," you smirk gently scratching his chin and making him smile harder.

As he searched for one picture in particular, you couldn't help but smile, dreamily gazing at the side of his face. His features illuminated by the blue light of his screen.

There's a hint of pink rising to his cheeks to your kind eyes after feeling them on the side of his head. For the first time tonight he's noticed the time at the top of his phone which now reads 1:23 am.

"You're probably sick of my voice by now." He could be reading the phone book and you'd hang on to every word that passed by his lips. His soothing voice paired with his overall calming aura made him even more addicting to you.

"Never," you smile before a small yawn has you covering your mouth a little embarrassed.

"It's late. I should let you sleep." Carefully moving your legs, he stands throwing away your empty containers before collecting his jacket and keys. "You're not working tomorrow are you?"

"Well, I'm still on schedule," you respond slowly following him to your door. "I guess I should try to."

Sighing, his arms cross in front of his chest clearly not pleased by that answer. "It's your choice, but after tonight I think you should consider taking some time for yourself. Make sure you're really okay."

You knew he was right, and there was even a part of you that felt anxious about being in that building again. Walking down that sidewalk or any other one for that matter.

Twirling the hem of your oversized shirt in your fingers behind your back, you could feel your nerves getting the best of you the longer you stood there under Ari's gaze. You really didn't want him to leave, but he already stayed for so long.

Plus you were sure he had important meetings and other business to tend to tomorrow that you'd hate to jeopardize or come in the way of somehow.

"I-I'll think about it."

He gently nods. "Get some rest. I'll check on you tomorrow."

"Or..." you finally speak up making him halt opening your door any wider. "You could stay?...I-If you want that is."

"Is that what you want?," he asks closing the door behind him. If only you could see how your words lit up every cell in his body. How they set off a batch of butterflies he hadn't felt since Ariane's mother.

"Yea, but-"

"No, no buts. If you want me to stay, then I'll stay. Like I said, I'll give you any and everything you want but you have to use your words."

"I want you to stay with me. Please," you whisper.

Closing the space between you, his hand softly finds the side of your neck with thumb gliding back and forth along your cool jaw. You swear you feel your heart stop then restart faster than it was before as soon as he met your skin. His cologne making its way around you, wrapping your body in the most sensual hug.

"Alright."

"T-This doesn't mean we're having sex though." Your outburst paints him amused chuckling as you try not to cower to your room from further embarrassing yourself in front of this man.

You really needed to stop being so awkward.

"Not that I'm saying it's the only reason you're staying I mean!...A-At least I hope it's not?"

"It is not."

"I-I just read that being so focused on the sex part of making up, you don't truly get to the root of problems you know? Which makes sense-"

"Y/N whatever you want," he smiles trying to calm your rambling. "I'm your guest, I follow your rules ang-"

He stops himself before the rest of the word can leave, clearing his throat as if to collect himself.

You hate you told him to stop calling you that. You missed the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. To you, it was the strongest aphrodisiac around.

"Um if you need to shower you can use my soap, and there's an extra towel and washcloth. I should have another toothbrush somewhere too."

"Lead the way."

For the second time tonight, you find yourself nervous. You try to focus on the tv screen perfectly set on top of your dresser showing some nighttime talk show, but it's a difficult task with the man in your bathroom being the biggest distraction you've encountered. Having the bathroom door cracked, the backside of his bare body briefly comes into view as he dries his chest making your eyes immediately dart away and cheeks warm - your thighs clenching a bit as well.

You don't even know why you're nervous, it's not like you haven't spent the night together before.

There was something about the way he carried himself and his confidence though that always made you flustered when around him. Always feeling as if you were in the presence of one of the popular kids you were desperately trying to impress when you didn't need to.

A bit of leftover steam follows behind when he opens the door with his grey sweats hanging low (endless thanks to past Ari for leaving that pair in his trunk). The smell of soap drifting from his skin as he slides in bed beside you.

"You sure this is okay?," he asks. "I don't mind the couch."

"It's fine! U-Unless you'd rather..."

"If you're fine, then so am I," he smiles with hands slightly raised. "Just wanted to make sure."

"Okay," you nod. "Um you can turn the channel if you're not tired yet. O-Or you can turn it off, whichever you want."

"I might sit up for a bit. You go ahead and get some sleep, you had a long day." It's like a reaction how you hear the word 'sleep' and your body feels just how drained it actually is. A yawn even slipping past your lips again as you get comfortable making Ari smile to himself.

"Okay, goodnight," you whisper with eyes closed and glad to be in your bed.

"Goodnight Y/N."

There's something still eating at your brain though, making that deep sleep you need just out of reach. Opening your eyes, you watch Ari's chest slowly rise and fall as his eyes stay trained on the talk show host playing some game with his guest. Quietly chuckling along with the crowd as his hand brushes his hair out of his face.

"Ari?," you barely whisper nervously biting the corner of your lip. His eyes immediately find yours giving you all of his attention.

"...for some reason, I get the feeling that it wasn't a coincidence you were there. I mean, you haven't come to the restaurant in weeks but then show up tonight..."

Scratching the back of his neck he sighs, a bit apprehensive about how you'd react to his explanation.

"It wasn't...because I've uh, I've been checking in on you the past few days."

"You have?," you ask sitting up against the headboard.

"I saw you were working nights now when walking by to meet with a client one night. You were sweeping then to trying to close up. From that day, I walked by just on the other side of the street to make sure you got out okay. I-I would've said something, but I didn't want to freak you out or anything since we weren't really talking at the time."

Your silence is unsettling as your eyes never leave his, only making him even more worried he'd lost you once again. Possibly for good this time.

"I promise I wasn't stalking you or anything. I was just worried with it bein' so late and you by yourself-,"

He's unable to finish his sentence with your soft lips on his. Soon your body is following too, straddling his hips while his hands gently find the sides of your face keeping you attached as if he was afraid you'd disappear or let go. It wasn't until this moment he realizes just how much he missed your lips. How your skin felt under his touch.

A pinch to your hip has you gasping and leaving enough of an opening his minty tongue can explore yours making you softly moan, and feel as if you'd melt into a puddle at any moment. Hands on his chest, you're reluctant to pull away but your need for air is beginning to outweigh your need for Ari right now.

Neither of you completely separate though, as you catch your breaths. Short giggles and chuckles occasionally filling the air around you while your noses tap against each other and Ari sneaks light pecks against your skin. "Thank you...for looking out for me that is," you shyly smile.

"That's something you never have to thank me for." The deeper timbre of his voice against your lips has a shiver running over your body and a pulse coming from your core undoubtedly felt by him as well. Tracing one of the many tattoos forming the half sleeve that carried from his right bicep to his chest, his face nuzzles against your neck - with beard tickling against your berry scented skin - and mouth soon finds the spot he knows easily makes you purr.

And the fact that he remembered only has your body heating up even more.

"A-Ari?...One last thing?," you ask stopping his work along your jaw.

"Hm?"

"Can...can I be your angel again?" Oh, you'd be the death of him for sure.

The way your soft, midnight eyes met his filled with this nervousness like you were admitting you'd done something wrong, was a direct hit to his heart. Your curled lashes daintily hitting your cheeks with every blink making him internally groan.

He was really trying to be good and follow your rule, but the part of him filling with lust just wanted to ruin you right then and there.

"Who said you ever stopped?," he smirks shifting his hand on your cheek so his thumb could glide back and forth over your bottom lip. And when you daringly - yet slowly - part your lips giving careful kitten licks to the tip all the while maintaining eye contact, he feels himself swell and throb harder than it ever has before.

Leaning forward, this kiss is a bit rougher and needier than the one before. Feeling a twitch below you, your hips seem to develop a mind of their own starting to grind and buck in small movements. Ari's deep groan vibrates your fingers on his chest as he holds you impossibly closer messaging the little space between your thigh and lower abdomen with his thumb only making your want grow until you couldn't take it anymore.

Slightly parting again, you try to lift your shirt over your head only to be stopped by strong hands over your wrists.

"Wait," he sighs, trying to gain his breath as well. "I don't want you to breaking your rule.”

A small smile graces your partially swollen lips at how sweet he was respecting your boundaries, but it was only making that pulse worse as you felt more slick follow. "I appreciate that..but since I made the rule I'm also allowed to choose exceptions right?"

"True," he answers with a gentle nod letting go of your wrists to place his hands on your heated thighs. "If it's what you truly want angel."

Your shirt discarded to the floor, his eyes take in your body on display before him - so intimately and full of desire - as his lips curl into his signature, swooning smile making your cheeks heat along with the rest of your body. "W-What?", you nervously giggle.

He simply shakes his head gliding his hands along your thighs. "Do you realize how perfect you are?"

You can't help but shyly duck your head momentarily stunned hearing those words. You've never heard them from any man before, nor believed it for yourself no matter how long you tried those self-help books to increase your confidence. There were so many things you'd immediately change right now if you could.

As if knowing you were about to politely disagree, his lips are on yours. One of his hands smoothing up your back and pulling you closer to his chest, while the other shifts to your front groping and pinching until tiny moans are vibrating your throat. His mouth hungrily makes its way from your jaw to your bare chest causing you to slightly arch your back attempting to give him all the access he wanted. You can't help but place your hand over his - slightly begging for more and encouraging him - eagerly groping and plucking at whatever side wasn't occupied by his mouth. Louder mewls and moans crawl from your throat as your hips move faster needing something more to satisfy you.

"Ari..p-please," you whisper on the tail end of a moan, but he already knows easily rolling you both over with one hand pressing your hip to the bed while the other is just by your head.

"I know sweetheart, I know," he whispers - slightly panting himself trying to control his urge to immediately push his way into your dripping core and feel you tightly wrapped around him again - before kissing your pout away. "Be patient for me though okay?"

Nodding your head gets you another dizzying kiss as his free hand pulls his sweats down until he can kick them off. His member at full attention and red making you squirm and more slick flow needing him to fill you again.

You would usually have a problem with him pilfering through your nightstand as if it was his own, but your already hazy and lustful brain is only focused on the small, square foil between his lips. How he easily rips it open and rolls it up, giving himself a couple strokes after; making him grunt and his hips lightly rut forward.

The first time, you credited his probable years of experience to how he was able to know just where to go and the right amount of pressure or speed to apply to have you a moaning, babbling mess. But now, as you both moved scarily perfect together you thought otherwise.

The way your legs fit along the contours of his sides wrapping along his hips reminded you of an intricate puzzle piece as your bodies slapped and slid together adding to the already present vocals in the room. There was no fumbling or awkwardness as you easily met or punctuated each of his movements, and vice versa, as if you were finishing each other's sentence.

"A-Ari," you pant. Your nails raking down his back only spurring the rapid movement of his hips more as he moans against your neck. "I'm-"

"I know. Go ahead angel I'm here. I got you," he states against your ear knowing how the sound of his voice could push you to that shattering release only he'd been able to get you to.

This wasn't just experience at work. This...thing between you and Ari was something rare that took people years and countless tries to achieve that seemed to come naturally as if you were truly meant for each other.

And as he gave his final, deep rut - careful not to crush you with his entire weight when exhaustion finally took over - Ari certainly felt it too.

The tip of his index finger softly draws circles along the smooth skin of your thigh lying across his leg as he watches the sun rise outside your window. Shallow breaths from your nostrils fanning against the hairs of his chest making him smile down at your still sleeping form partially covered by your thin, pale green sheet. After four rounds, he should still be asleep too, but his internal clock just wouldn't let him rest for long.

That plus his excitement about having you in his arms again.

"You're so beautiful," he quietly speaks leaning down to kiss the top of your head. Meanwhile you lie unfazed as you continue sleeping. The comfortable silence is soon interrupted though with the dull thud of a bass vibrating the walls. Then he hears the loud laugh of someone in the hall clearly on the phone from not hearing another voice as he continued talking.

"Must be that neighbor you talked about," he thinks carefully getting out of bed trying not to wake you. You only groan as you roll deeper onto his side of the bed sinking your face further into his pillow.

Once his sweats are back on and he's quickly brushed his teeth, he's walking towards the front door and opening it to find Tate (or was it Nate?) with his door wide open as he drops a large trash bag outside the door. Clearly there was mostly bottles inside from the clinking as he walked with it.

The heavy metal coming from the speaker a step below blaring as Ari cracked your door behind him stepping further into the outdated hall with chipped paint and creaky floors. "Hey! 'Scuse me," Ari calls getting the man's attention just as he comes out with another bag.

He appeared to be in his 20s and like most of the spoiled frat boys that tried to huff and puff their way into Shiloh's club. Or anywhere really.

Short blonde hair, Ari could tell he mostly trained his upper body from the disproportion in his upper and lower half, while the tattoos that littered his arms looked as if a child did them.

"Yea?"

"Could you turn that down a bit? S'kinda loud and some of us are tryin to sleep."

"Oh, well in that case..no," he sarcastically smiles placing his bags of trash in the shoot right next to his door.

"Look, you don't have to cut it off alright? Just dial back the bass."

"And as I said earlier, no."

Ari was losing his patience with this kid.

"You see, I pay rent and live here just like everyone else, which means I have the right to do whatever and play my music however loud I want," he retorts taking a step closer and closer until he meets Ari in the hall trying to be the intimidating one even though the top of his head just barely reached Ari's chin. It nearly made Ari laugh in his face. "If you, that shy, sweet little snack of a girlfriend of yours, or anyone else has a problem then tough."

At the mention of you, Ari's hand was clutching his neck pinning him to the wall so he could really be at his eye level. Sputtering, the younger boy's hands try to grip and slap at Ari's to let him go as his legs flail about, but nothing seems to work.

"L-Let me go you psycho!"

"Mention my girl ever again, and your dismembered body goes down this fucking shoot like the trash you are." He can only gasp for breath still trying to loosen Ari's grip as he nods.

"Now be a good boy and turn down the music before I shove that speaker so far up your ass, the only language you'll be able to speak is static." Finally letting him go, he immediately falls to the floor coughing and trying to hurriedly wipe away the tears running down his face.

A simple smile quickly appears on Ari's face gazing down at your neighbor as if nothing happened. "Who the hell is this guy?," he thought holding onto his sore neck as he scurried back to his door.

"Thanks for understanding man, really means a lot," Ari winks returning to your door. "Oh! And let's not have this talk again, yea? The moment I hear you're bothering my girl, I don't think you'd like to see what's gonna happen."

Hurrying into his apartment and quickly locking the door, the music immediately stops and a chuckle not belonging to Ari breaks through the momentary silence. He was so focused on his target, he didn't notice the elderly lady step out her door wondering what was happening hearing arguing outside.

Shit.

Clearing his throat, a nervous hand passes through his hair as he offers her a small smile. "I-I'm sorry if I-"

"Why are you apologizing? 'Bout time that little shit got what he deserved," she states making Ari chuckle to himself.

"Well uh you have a good day," he politely waves walking back to your apartment unknowingly being checked out by the older woman.

"Mhm you too dear," she smiles tilting her thin, silver frames down on her nose as her eyes followed the muscles in his back and butt until they were no longer in sight.

"Ari?," you call from your bed. You quickly reach over to grab your shirt from the floor throwing it over your head just in case.

"I'm right here," he answers appearing in the doorway with that tilted smile you adored so much.

He knew it was impolite to stare, but how could he not with you sitting there radiant as the morning sun gently beaming on the waiting petals of wildflowers wanting to be warmed. Your curls beautifully disheveled atop your head just barely affected by your vigorous late night activities. He never let them know, but he could tell when the few women of his past would sneak out of bed to primp themselves. Lightly dusting foundation, blush, or whatever else they thought would help on their face before slipping back into his arms pretending as if they'd just woken up themselves.

You didn't need it though.

Not to say he didn't appreciate when you did have your face done up and lips painted that glossy brown or deep pinkish red he loved so much. It took every ounce of willpower not to take you in the nearest room and mess it up the night of his uncle's party. But that natural glow also had a hold on him he'd never be rid of.

Then again, that was probably just your doing all on your own.

"Hi."

"H-Hi," you shyly smile tucking a loose curl behind your ear trying to clear the hoarseness from your throat. "Quite a sight, huh?"

"Angel you have no idea." He smoothly strides over to you and your unmade bed holding himself up by his fists on the mattress as he leans forward to meet your lips. Your hand instinctively cupping the side of his neck while a cloud of haze joins - though still present in your mind from last night - as your lips move together similar to the intimate dance of your bodies just a few hours ago.

"Sei bella al mattino," he whispers against your lips leaving a minty tingle.

"Wha-? I don't know what that means.."

"I said you're beautiful in the morning," he softly smiles pecking your lips once more. He's like a prince from a fairytale, and you can't help but feel giddy letting him woo you speaking the sweetest words.

"Oh..um thank you. You're not bad yourself." Especially when he's in front of you as if sculpted by Michelangelo himself. His bare chest perfectly dusted with hair and sweats just low enough you could see that hair eventually disappear beneath the band teasing you.

"Thank you angel," he grins before noticing your furrowed brows as you gaze towards the wall. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing it's just quiet for once," you smile slightly tilting your head in the direction of your usually noisy neighbor just to make sure your ears weren't lying to you. Sure enough, all you could hear was the cars as they passed with the occasional blow of their horn. Even the birds calling as they flew by. "Must be gone."

"Or maybe he finally had a change of heart?," Ari turns to sit on the edge of the bed.

If the idiot knew what's good for him, he'd already be looking up apartments across the country and halfway moved out.

"We can only dream," you sigh removing the sheets from across you to try to stand on somehow still tingly legs. It makes him bite his lip trying to keep his proud grin hidden watching you quickly try to recover from your slight stumble as if nothing happened.

"So, what's the plan for today?"

"Well I got a text from my boss earlier saying how I could take off for a while with everything that happened. Recommended it really until I'm okay."

"Good."

"And I usually volunteer at this kids center on weekends.”

A soft smile forms on his lips remembering one of your early morning talks at the restaurant. How your eyes brightened more than he'd ever seen when you spoke about your time at the center and the many interactions with various kids.

He's fairly sure that was the same day he fell for you.

"But with my car still being fixed-,"

"If you wanna go, I can always take you."

"No it's fine," you reply waving him off as you begin to open drawers and move about the room trying to find something to wear for the day. "Plus you have work, and I don't want to take your time."

His hand quickly reaches out grabbing yours to stop you from walking by. Slowly bringing you closer to stand between his legs, his warm palms find the back of your thighs as he peers up at you with cyan eyes and hair still perfectly framing his beautiful face.

"You wouldn't be taking it if I'm offering," he smirks running his thumbs along the soft skin just below your bare cheeks. "And I thought we settled this last night? Or was I not convincing enough?"

The deepened timbre of his voice paired with that soft yet intensely ardent gaze has your breath stuck in your throat. You desperately want to clinch your legs together in fear of your growing slick dripping on his fingers and down to the carpet but his grip has you stuck in place. As if that's what he wants to happen.

Surely he was able to see your heart's increased pace against your chest as you stood strongly considering pouncing on the man in front of you and staying in. "N-No, you were."

"Then you know what I'm gonna say next."

"Ask a-and whatever I want is mine," you timidly answer lightly biting the corner of your lip - and unbeknownst to you, making a slight tent form in his pants as a silent groan of want sits unreleased in his head.

"Good girl."

You'd never expect those two words to cause such a reaction out of you, but leave it to Ari and his sinfully smooth voice to leave you nearly feral.

Your entire body heats and a moan almost slips feeling too flustered for your own good. "I-I'm gonna go and um shower then," you nervously smile, begrudgingly leaving his grasp as he stands.

Just like last night, watching him nearly walk away has a surge of confidence - or maybe it was your now throbbing core - overtaking you, reaching to curl your finger in the pocket of his sweats and gently pulling him towards you. His brow slightly raises, but he easily follows waiting for whatever comes next.

"Come with me. Please?"

Without words, he grasps the back of your thighs easily lifting you so your legs wrap around his middle and your arms around his neck making you giggle as his lips desperately find yours.

“See? Not so hard now was it?,” he whispers against your lips before walking both of you into the bathroom.

Parking in front of the center, the eyes of those passing by are on the luxury car not usually seen in this area. And you can’t help but feel your cheeks heat at how those eyes would be on you once you leave said car.

“What time’s pickup?,” he asks. His hand gently squeezing your thigh bringing you out of your brief anxiousness.

“Oh um it’s okay. I can ride with Tyla o-or someone else. I don’t want you riding all around town-,”

“I’d drive across the country if you needed me to angel. Hell, if you just wanted to.” The look in his eyes tells you he’d do it with no hesitation. “Now, when you get ready let me know. Okay?”

You nod as his hand moves from your thigh to the back of your neck bringing your mouths together in one of those numbing kisses you were becoming addicted to. Already were if you were honest.

“I’ll see you later then,” you softly smile securing your backpack on your shoulders.

“Think about what you want for dinner,” Ari winks as you take that final step on the sidewalk. Your chest - and everywhere else - tingling and filled with a type of joy only those in romantic movies seemed to convey.

“This the building?”

“Yea.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes! I’ve been hanging around here long enough; that’s where he lives. Top floor penthouse.”

“Not surprised. Pretty boy’s always been used to the finer side of life.”

“So, when do we get him?”

“Soon, but we wait until timing’s right. Make sure Levinson doesn’t see it coming.”

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veinsfullofstars · 5 months ago

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for your childhood friends au, do the kids have any favorite foods?

Ooooh, okay okay, so this is something I’ve actually given a fair bit of thought to (maybe too much thought given how long this thing got, haha). I love little details like this in character writing - it makes them feel so much more alive and well-rounded, y'know? The kiddos have preferences as varied as their personalities, and I’m just itching to get into it, so… let’s get into it! (Also, just to be clear, I did pull some of my food headcanons for MK and DDD specifically from source material and the wiki, but most of this kinda just comes right off the dome.)

When it comes to food, Para Dee is probably the most milquetoast of the bunch (though that’s hardly a bad thing). Neither a voracious eater like Dedede nor an avoidant one like Meta, he enjoys food about as much as the average Waddle Dee, more than fine with his three square meals a day (maybe a snack if he’s good). His tastes primarily lean towards savory or bitter flavors, anything from a warm bowl of stew to a nice crisp salad depending on his mood (meaning that, of the four of them, he’s the most likely to eat his veggies... and enjoy them). He’s not the biggest fan of sweets (probably due to that fact that his father is a baker and routinely saturates their home with the heavy scents of vanilla and mixed fruit), but he does have a soft spot floral teas and hot chocolate, especially during the colder seasons. He doesn’t mind sour flavors in small amounts (meaning if someone gets pickles with their meal, you know they’re going onto Para’s plate), but spicy foods? Forget about it. His poor little stomach has no tolerance for spice, to the point where even a little too much pepper has him breaking out in a sweat (something Bow teases him about mercilessly).

If you asked him what his absolute favorite food is, he’d have a hard time choosing... but he'd probably say his father’s caramelized onion soup, a much-beloved dish at their dinner table and a favorite at every community potluck. It’s never quite the same when Para makes it (many years into the future with a family of his own), but it still sparks warm memories of holidays and togetherness with each cheese-laden spoonful.

Then, on the opposite side of the spectrum, we have Bow Dee, our tiny terror with a metabolism and appetite to rival those of her bigger buddies. If left alone and unoccupied for too long, she’s been known to sneak into locked pantries or climb high, off-limits shelves looking for any snacks she can get her grubby little mitts on (a habit she probably learned from watching Dedede). That said, she can be rather picky about which foods she’ll scarf down, especially in her youth when she would literally pick through her meals for the bits she liked and ignore the rest (much to her mothers’ chagrin).

If asked about her favorites, she’d say she likes protein-packed foods the most (omelets, jerky, trail mix, whatever will fuel those boundless energy reserves of hers in the saltiest, most flavorful manner possible) but refuses to touch veggies, pickles, and bitter flavors in general (at least in her childhood, growing a little more adventurous about food during their time overstars). She likes sweets as much as the average high-energy kid, partial to citrus fruits and sour candies especially (she likes how it stings a bit when you eat it, almost like it's fighting back). And, beyond all that, Bow loves spicy foods. Full stop. If it ain’t spicy - or spicy enough - she’ll find a way to make it so. Chili flakes, hot sauce, whole peppers, whatever she has on hand - it’s going in there, and Nova help anyone who tries to stop her. A bit ironic given her natural affinity for Water, though maybe that’s what gives her such a high tolerance for capsaicin. Or maybe she’s just that badass (as she likes to brag to her buddies, watching them steam out the ears from a single jalapeño while she’s already chomped down seven). And before you ask, yes, this has landed her in village clinic on more than one occasion. High tolerance or no, she definitely does not have Dedede’s cast-iron stomach… or Meta’s self-restraint. (We don’t talk about the Ghost Pepper Fiasco.)

Speaking of picky eaters, Meta has a… complicated relationship with food. He’s never had much of an appetite, often going (unsettlingly long) stretches of time without feeling the need to eat, only doing so if someone reminds him to (or if he gets too woozy, whichever comes first). He does need to eat, of course… just not nearly as often as everyone else does, it would seem (a byproduct of his peculiar biology, perhaps?). It’s an excuse he’s used often to get away with skipping meals, sometimes substituting in lighter foods like breakfast bars or Energy Drinks to keep his strength up (though this is hardly a long-term solution). He also finds certain textures and tastes difficult to deal with, even turning down entire meals if just one bite feels off. It makes eating with company - already an awkward experience thanks to his introversion - that much more uncomfortable, sitting there with a full plate while everyone else chews and chatters around him, wishing he could disappear as swiftly as his hunger (a habit that still crops up even in adulthood, though he has learned to push through it for the sake of politeness). Honestly, he could write a whole dissertation on how the act of consumption is a burden upon the living and no one should be subjected to it… and then he remembers chocolate exists and takes it all back for a while.

That’s really the one exception to his food trepidation: sweets. Perhaps it comes from living in Dream Land where sugary foods are so plentiful, the forests rich with apples and berries, the scent of pies and pastries wafting from windowsills, even the lands themselves named after foods of all sorts. Or perhaps it stems from his earliest memories, a helping hand and a bar of something indescribably sweet and rich, the first he’d ever tasted… Whatever the case, it’s stuck with him, a livelong love of sweets and sweet-adjacent foods, one that narrows, refines, and changes over time into preferences for chocolate, coffee, and other foods with light but flavorful consistencies. Not that this stops his friends (and later his crewmates) from hounding him into eating more nutritious meals once in a while, too. It's frustrating, but he knows they mean well, and he gets better about listening to their advice with time.

And finally, whipping to the other side of the scale once more, it’s Dedede, the penguin equivalent of a vacuum, willing to eat literally anything you put in front of him (including things you probably should not eat). He wouldn’t say he has many strong preferences - all food is good food in his eyes - though he does appreciate a good bone-in steak or similarly hearty dishes like seafood or pasta, and he could never pass up a nice rich dessert (especially cakes).

More than the taste, though, it’s really the act of eating - a pastime even more beloved than sparring or sleeping - that brings Dedede comfort, whether it’s through cozy communal meals with neighbors, the thrill of food-based competitions with friends (ones that will later inspire Dream Land’s famous Gourmet Races), or just to deal with the boredom (and loneliness) when he’s stuck on his own. It’s possible he gets this behavior from his mama, a little on the heavier side herself and known for her own cast-iron constitution back in her wrestling days (not to mention prone to spoiling her “darlin’ baby bird” and his friends with extra treats all the time). Meanwhile, his papa - a stickler for decency and discipline - is constantly reminding his son to slow down during meal times, wondering if he’s even tasting the food he’s shoving down his gullet (a blunt but well-intentioned criticism given the many, many tummy troubles Dedede suffers in his younger days). He never manages to fully tame his massive appetite (certainly not helped by the more decadent lifestyle he later adopts as a king), but he does at least refine it over time, learning from Para of all people about the joys of savoring meals rather than always inhaling them outright.

Phew, alright, I think that’s about it. Thanks for the question! Hopefully I didn't go too in-depth for such a simple one - I was having fun with it and might've gotten carried away again, haha. Well, at the very least, it'll give you guys some nuggets to chew on in the meantime (pun super not intended).

Sketches started 06/25/24, finished 06/27/24.

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the-witchhunter · 10 months ago

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Masterpost for all the DP x DC vodkas y’all have suggested and I’ve made… (so far?)

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Burger/batburger/nasty burger

Beefy followed by pickle. Not the worst thing I’ve put in my body. Mainly just weird and combine with tomato juice and a float of smoky scotch it tastes like a backyard cookout burger and is a decent drink.

5.5/10 it’s not the worst but you’ll probably not make it again. Shoutout to @stealingyourbones for making this with me

Ranch 2 (ectoplasm)

Salty af and tastes like vodka and ranch. Unironically makes a good Bloody Mary but not recommended on its own. It’s just ranch seasoning and green food dye. Hard to rank because not good as a shot but mixes well in savory drinks 6/10? Unless you really like ranch and/or Bloody Marys it’s not really worth making again

Dick(Grayson)/fruity pebbles

I mainly just think it’s funny to call itDick flavored so bonus point there. It’s literally just soaking fruity pebbles for a couple minutes in vodka and straining. It tastes great, it’s freaking fruity pebbles 8/10 definitely worth making again. Mix with sprite or just do shots. If you want a stronger flavor soak fresh cereal instead of soaking longer

Jason’s Pit Rage

Raspberries, sugar, and a Serrano pepper. Spicy and grassy flavored up front balanced by the red berry flavors of raspberry and the sweetness. Actually really good and could easily replace the Serrano with a chipotle pepper to add a smoky note. 9/10 do make this one. Good as a shot, on the rocks, or as an addition to a margarita

Green apple (ectoplasm)

Apple jolly ranchers and vodka. It’s good. I don’t think this will surprise anyone. Sweet, apple flavor, it’s welcome if you bring it to most parties 7/10

Lemon/lime(ectoplasm)

Lemon lime kool aid packet and about 375ml of vodka. Add sugar if you want it to be drinkable because I, a fool, forgot for a second and boy it tasted kind of chemical in a way cheap vodka, artificial citrus flavor, and citric acid only can. Sugar, actually makes it taste good. Like a very boozy sprite flavor 6.5/10

Waffle (Steph Brown/Spoiler)

Brown butter washed vodka sweetened with pancake syrup. Don’t use real maple syrup. This is going for waffle crisp cereal taste and you’re going to get closer with pancake syrup than the real thing, or even light brown sugar. 7/10 its fun and tastes nice

And that’s all I got so far. Overall these have all been surprisingly okay to even delicious. Thanks to everyone that made suggestions it’s been interesting at the very least. I might revisit this soon considering I still have vodka and jars

Let me know if you try any of these

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc

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jellyskink · 8 days ago

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Get to know me tag ✨️

thank you to @greentea-and-honey for tagging me! Really, thank you for thinking of me c: i'll chooooooooose @thevoidinyourstomach @fragilefirstchance @hamncheese1995 and @toxictoad . You don't have to participate, of course c:

Last song: Imposter Syndrome by Sidney Gish. It's my new depression song. Also my happiness/neutrality song. I just like depressing music!

Favorite color: it's tied between purple and that specific, rich shade of mulberry that's a good mix of red and pink

Last book: Journal 3. I'm writing out translations of the various codes in the book, so it's taking a while. Alsooooo I took a break because I've pretty much been drawing the whole time I'm awake lately

Last TV show: Culinary Class Wars. God, it's so funny. It's so overdramatic, overproduced, over the top in general. They just lowered like 500 pounds of tofu onto the stage from the ceiling, on a palette suspended by chains, with the whole thing lit by SO MANY SPOTLIGHTS. It's absurd and I love it

Sweet/spicy/savory: i love both sweet and salty, so luckily, they don't conflict here!

Last thing i googled: "janitor team with equipment." It's for something I'm drawing. Not gonna draw the equipment, though

Current obsession: Gravity Falls! All of my other interests have receded into the void. Maybe I'll see them again someday

Looking forward to: the only thing i can really think of is the second season of Dungeon Meshi. I really loved the first season, so much so that I went and read the whole manga, which is rare for me. It has become my favorite manga/anime. I particularly love Laios! I relate to him a lot. Oh, also, my friend is coming over to celebrate Thanksmas with me and my dad, and I'm hoping that will be fun! It'll be different this year, due to a family loss, so I'm glad she can come

#text #i don't know why anyone would care about any of this #but i am fulfilling my duty as a member of The Tagged #mulberry is such a broad range of shades but there's only one i really love #i don't know if it has like a sub name

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kingshovelbug · 3 months ago

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forrest!! SOS!! i have no good food to eat!! ik u can cook so can u tell us some yummy recipes?

oh god i feel like senshi because im so so very late to this ask because ive been in a slump with cooking myself and youve definitely eaten by now. BUT i have a few that i make either when i want comfort food that still checks some boxes of being kind of nutritious or that are just fast

i. spam musubi but its not actually

spam musubi are these awesome hand held things. sometimes they have egg sometimes they dont but i will eat a whole can worth in one go. so i do it as a bowl instead

i start jasmine rice in our rice cooker and chop the spam into cubes vs slices like it would be for musubi. fry them on medium high until theyre crispy. then ill julienne an onion and add it to the spam. once the onion is starting to soften ill add the sauce. the recipe i saw was 2tbsp soy sauce, 1 tbsp mirin with like a spoon full of sugar (honestly it was probably just under a tbsp) but ive been cheating recently and using a japanese bbq sauce i found at our local asian grocery store. once everything is coated i cook it a few mins so the sauce thickens up. by then the rice should be done and then you just take a scoop of each and i add seaweed on top

i know its not proper but since will doesnt like the sweet savory combo and im the only one eating it this way is easier for me to handle. i can store the rice and spam separately so nothing gets mushy and even refry the spam when i want to heat it back up

ii. black bean, pepper and cheese quesadilla

this is actually how i got will to try beans. i just take a can of black beans and dump the whole thing into a pot and cook on medium until i can smash them. ill also fry peppers and onions on medium until they have a little char. spices are honestly up to you and how spicy you want it. i usually put salt, pepper, cumin, paprika, chili powder and garlic in with the beans. once the beans are mostly smashed and the peppers cooked ill throw them together and smash them more just so everything is easier to spread onto a tortilla. that plus you can add your cheese. ive shredded my own and used grocery store mixes so its up to you!

iii. spicy garlic tofu

almost no notes on this. i use less maple syrup than the recipe calls for so 1tbsp of everything in the sauce. and instead of gochujang i use a chinese chili paste, imo it ends up less ketchup flavored but if you like ketchup then just use gochujang

iv. https://thecookiewriter.com/roasted-mushroom-pot-pie/

i dont make this as often but this is a recipe i use as a base and then cheat. i swap in frozen veggies and it speeds everything up

v. hotpot

i love making hotpot at home. its super easy skill wise it just takes some time. you can buy premixed hot pot bases from the grocery store if you have an asian grocery store near you and you just dunk stuff in the soup until its cooked. you just need to watch out for the spice level of the broth

will and i will usually get thinly sliced beef, rice cakes, udon noodles, fish cakes, bok choy and mushrooms. all you do is bring the broth to a boil and cook your ingredients. sometimes i dunk with chopsticks other times i cook with a small strainer lol

#asks

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silverraindemon · 9 months ago

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~People I’d like to know better~

Thanks so much for the tag @turtleybeachin!! ♡ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

Last song - "Lost in Silence" - Marcus Skeen

☆ Yes, a fan-made league song for a specific skin line- but league makes good music! and this song is good too! (also I'm here for the lore, nothing more lol)

Favourite colour - Black & Red

☆ Can't go wrong with black! and red is always a pretty colour!

Currently reading/watching - Nothing at the moment

☆ Haven't really decided to pick anything up recently. 100% open to suggestions though!

Spicy/Savory/Sweet - Sweet > Spicy > Savory

☆ Don't get me wrong savory is good, but in the hierarchy sweet shall always be king. \(★ω★)/

Relationship status - Single

☆ Too busy doing my own thing honestly lol.

Current obsession - Genshin, BG3, & Our Life

☆ Forever a genshin girly lol Oh and Xiao is best boi. ☆ I joined Bg3 late but played non-stop for a bit. The hold Astarion has on me is concerning. ☆ Our Life is a Vn that I highly recommend and I'am always throwing it into my chaotic mix of games daily.

Tagging - @madwoman1313, @married-to-google-translater, @i-slept-for-13hours-ohshi, @angelltheninth, @a-local-idiots-shitpost

☆ (Y'all are cool! but don't do it if you don't want to! You're still cool either way!) (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

#getting to know me #getting to know each other #getting to know you #I dont know what im doing

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bloodfin · 1 year ago

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planning out this menu for next week so of course thinking about the ghouls and their kitchen/food habits

dew loves sweet, crunchy treats. kettle corn, frozen chocolates, chocolate covered nuts. anything sweet that will leave a trail of crumbs will do. what he hates, however, is dishes, so he'll do anything possible to avoid making more, including using a paper towel as a makeshift plate (this of course leads to more mess, and mountain has nearly banned him from the space on several occasions)

rain loves spicy foods. ordering thai? he's requesting level 5 spicy, with extra chili paste on the side. loves to chase spice-intolerant dew around offering kisses after. he has too many teeth, so he won't touch stringy foods like celery. in the kitchen, he will clean as he goes, but never remembers where to put the spatulas or whisks so good luck figuring out which drawer he plopped them in

mountain also has a sweet tooth, but more for cakes and cookies. his baking is rivaled only by sunshine, and they'll tackle the most difficult recipes together to make actual magic. also makes the best ✨️special✨️ treats with his home-grown stash. extremely clean and organized; everyone knows better than to bother him in the kitchen, choosing to sit and observe at the island instead. if they're extra good, he'll slide them a sample

swiss loves savory and crunchy snacks. chips, pretzels, extra toasty cheeze-its. mountain made him savory trail mix once and now he asks for a pound of it every yule. will keep the kitchen pretty tidy, but has an unfortunate habit of forgetting to close the cabinets he opens and has bonked himself on more than one occasion. also known to make anything into leftover sandwiches that have no right to be as tasty as they are

aether is a grill dad. grilling is peaceful for him, plus it keeps his hands warm. loves a good classic burger, or a grilled chicken salad, definitely a savory guy. there could be a foot of snow outside, and aeth will be lighting the grill up for dinner without complaint. he's still learning to use the smoker, ever the perfectionist, but no one is complaining about eating the "messed up" brisket that doesn't quite fall apart when you poke it

aurora is the soup queen. loves eating soup, making soup; all soup, all the time. the den has a lot of mouths to feed so mountain made her a special step stool to help her see more easily into the massive kitchen stock pot while she cooks. her favorite to eat (but least favorite to make) is cauliflower soup, it's creamy and delicious, but every time she uses an immersion blender the ceiling gets as much soup as she does

sunshine also loves baking. her favorite is a classic raspberry french macaron and she has perfected the technique - it's impressive. phantom loves to watch her cook in particular, she's so clean and precise, they hope one day to hold a measuring cup like she does. sunshine is a bit more patient in the kitchen, showing whoever is watching little tips and tricks. wears the cutest floral apron, almost always covered in flour handprints

cumulus is all about fruits and berries, loves citrus and blackberries the best. mountain painstakingly cares for a little tangerine tree, just for her. her favorite foods to make are comfort foods, and she always makes the macaroni and cheese for big group dinners. everyone begs for it (and rain doesn't even add hot sauce), but she is definitely one of the messier cooks. everyone knows she has been in the kitchen when there are wrappers left about, little twist ties on the counter. the pack doesn't mind terribly, not when her dishes could cure any emotional wound

cirrus is all about cold, sweet snacks. loves ice cream and popsicles, the freezer is well stocked. her favorite is orange pushpops, and she will take exactly zero questions about it. works with great efficiency in the kitchen, and will often be the one planning dinner party menus with mountain. that, and which special snack he should make next. her specific cooking talent is bread, in particular sourdough. she made a cinnamon bread once that made dew cream his pants, he still hasn't lived it down

phantom burned water once, never tried cooking again. loves to wear a thrifted shrek shirt, "in the morning, im making waffles." they aren't, they barely use the toaster, but they'll make puppy eyes at mountain until he sighs and starts getting the batter ready. will eat anything anyone feeds them, but has an extra soft spot for those cloyingly sweet white puffy sugar cookies with bright colored frosting and sprinkles. the first time they had one was halloween, and they insisted on saving all the bat sprinkles

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #ghost headcanons #this got long if it's annoying on the dash ill add a readmore just let me know 🤍#written on mobile between grocery planning so if you see mistakes shhh you don't

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lightofraye · 5 months ago

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if Jensen were ice cream, what flavor do you think he would be?

i'd say he'd be peanut butter, cause it's so American, but so wildly loved everywhere else.

also peanut flavor is delicious and goes well with almost everything, sweet, spicy and savory.

everybody loves peanuts for a snack, everybody thinks peanuts are the most common of nuts, but guess what, peanuts aren't even nuts!

they are legumes, they are literally the roots of a plant, and you literally have to peel off a couple of layers to get to the good stuff.

Hi anon!

Wow! That was an excellent question! I actually had to think about it for a bit. On one hand, you're not wrong--peanut butter is one of the beloved condiments on a sandwich, and a popular flavor too!

But. What about those who have allergies? Or find it overpowering in ice cream? (It is for me, darn it!)

Then I thought: What about vanilla? Yes, yes, it's rather "plain" and generic, but... then a follower suggested chocolate vanilla swirl. That's when I realized that mix worked!

See. Yes. vanilla is rather plain--but it leaves you free to dress it up however you like. Want caramel and peanut topping? Go on ahead. And depending on where you acquire the vanilla flavoring, it can have some oomph to it as well.

As for chocolate... well... it is a natural aphrodisiac. I think we can agree that while there are some aspects to Jensen that may be "generic", he definitely knows how to pour on the charm and sexuality when he wants to. 🥵

#jensen question

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blackdogmotel · 2 months ago

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tagged by @jadeandquartzes (hello beloved mutual i am in your walls)

last song: i am currently humming the main theme of the 1996 Jekyll and Hyde musical, in case you’re wondering how I’m doing

currently watching: all nine seasons of the battlebots world championships at gunpoint, but also Good Omens, again

last movie: i watched the super mario bros movie just to see how bad it was. folks. it’s bad.

sweet / savory / spicy: i can’t do spicy ANYTHING, but if you mix sweet and savory together i may as well pledge my fealty on the spot

current obsessions: my dnd characters and campaign, a little bit of taxidermy, hollow knight, and i am NEVER not thinking about Sad Tragic Old Men (generalized)

last thing I googled: a transposition chart so i can change the theme im humming into a different key and possibly use it for a dnd campaign-related thing

tagging @paper-and-stardust @i-ad-kad-kad-i-ad @ataraxicbomb and @probablyaposer !!! <3

#love and community??#on MY social media site??

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scoops-aboy86 · 5 months ago

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Not Dating, part 7

part 1, part 2, part 3, parts 4 & 5, part 6, part 8 - also on ao3

Spicy chapter, MDNI, and I think there's one more left to go.

Steve wants to date him. Steve wants to date—and Eddie cannot emphasize this enough, even in his own head—him. It’s everything he’s wanted for months and idly daydreamed about for years before that. Even before he really got to know the guy, he’s always had eyes.

This could still be a dream, despite all evidence to the contrary so far. But even with Eddie’s rich imagination, he’s pretty sure he couldn’t have conjured up a first kiss like that all on his own.

And then his stomach gives a loud growl, finally done with being polite about feeling empty, because he’s been giving it nothing but sugar and starch to work with lately and that’s not exactly filling, except in quantity. Eddie’s face is on fire, but one look at Steve—an answering rosy color splashed high across his cheekbones and lips parted in a soft silent oh, a dazed look in his eyes that Eddie realizes he’s seen before plenty of times, right before they start fooling around—is enough to reassure him. He’s had Steve’s full attention before, but now it seems even more intense.

It’s more satisfying than speechifying from atop a cafeteria table, all eyes on him, could ever be. Eddie brings a hand down to rest at the crest of his belly, watching as Steve’s eyes track the movement like a hawk. Such a fucking thrill, like a full body shiver but in a warm, gooey sort of way. “So,” he says with a slow smirk, “this is what does it for you, huh big boy? Kinky.”

Steve’s eyes dart up to meet his, uncertain but getting more sure by the second. “Yeah,” he breathes, abandoning all pretense of playing it cool.

“I like it.” Eddie winks. “You wanna date me, Stevie? Wine and dine me? Take me to the movies, feed me popcorn with M&Ms mixed in, and make out in the back row?”

He’s nodding his head before Eddie has even finished. “Yeah, I want to do all that. You pick the movie, I can take care of tickets and snacks. Do you want to go right now? I can pull my car around—”

Eddie interrupts him with a chuckle and their second kiss. It’s incredibly effective.

“You’ve already taken care of snacks for now,” Eddie reminds him, murmuring against his lips before reaching out to put two fingers to his chest, skin to skin (and chest hair) where his Henley is open, and gives a little push. That’s all it takes for Steve to drop back into his chair, dazed but happy.

Then, Eddie uses that hand to steal Steve’s piece of toast and plop it on top of his own, making it a regular sandwich as Steve had suggested a few minutes ago.

“Y-you don’t have to,” Steve says, but his eyes are wide as he tracks Eddie bringing the sandwich up to his mouth for a big first bite.

Eddie’s first instinct is to talk with his mouth full, wanting to reply immediately with the correction on the tip of his brain, but he really can’t. His eyelashes flutter at the first crunch of toasted bread, chewing eagerly to mix the rest of the flavors around to his tongue. Apple and cinnamon, sticky-sweet honey, sticky-savory peanut butter. He moans a little, struggling around the huge mouthful he’d bitten off in his eagerness, but it’s perfect. “Steef,” he manages to mumble after a first swallow, “I wanna. God—” He swallows again, reaching for his water, sucks down half of it and pops off the rim of the glass with a gasp at the soothing wave of cold washing down his throat. “You’re so good to me, Stevie. You swear you’re not doing this just because I’m an easy lay?”

“You’re not,” Steve protests immediately. “No, I—”

“Mmm, I kind of am, sweetheart.” Eddie lets all the affection he usually keeps so close to the chest seep into the pet name, and takes another, more reasonable bite that he can still talk around while enjoying the snack. “Not a lot of choice around here in Nowheresville, Indiana. So of course, the prettiest guy in Hawkins starts wanting to be best pals, feed me whatever I want, give me the most fantastic orgasms—like, seriously, I’m talking major league, toe curling, if I ever have grandchildren you’d best goddamn bet that I’m gonna tell them aaaaall about it, because no Munson descendent should ever have to settle for average again once the sweet pleasures of the gods have made themselves known—”

“Shut up, oh my god.” And he’s treated to the sight of Steve flushing, eyes going a little darker, even as Steve laughs and swats lightly at his shoulder. “You’re a menace.”

“Mmhmm, literally notorious for it sweetheart,” Eddie deadpans, and gets another mouthful. “Mm, this is so good—We really had all this shit here, you didn’t bring any of this?”

“I really didn’t,” Steve laughs, and god. He’s beautiful.

Eddie is ‘more than just friends’ with, tentatively dating, a beautiful boy who seems to genuinely want to pamper him, and… okay. Sounds great, sign him up. He already has signed up, scribbled his signature on the dotted line before he even knew there was one, and this is the first real food he’s eaten in days that doesn’t taste like a candy shop fell on it and it’s amazing.

“I’m keeping you,” he announces, and scoots his chair back and at an angle away from the table. “C’mere, Stevie.”

Steve is out of his chair and kneeling in front of him before he’s finished his next bite, so Eddie reaches for him while still chewing. Goes to cup his cheek, but Steve turns his head quickly and licks at his fingers, taking a few into his mouth as far as the second knuckle, finishes with his thumb and then slides off it with a pop.

“Peanut butter,” he explains with a rakish grin, but his cheeks are pink and he’s looking at Eddie like the rest of the world could dissolve around them and he wouldn’t even notice.

Eddie can feel himself flushing too, on his face and between his legs. He knows how good Steve is with his mouth already, after all, and can’t help licking his own lips at the thought. “Yeah,” he murmurs, fully aware that he’s pitching a tent in his already tight sweats. “Wouldn’t want to get any of that in your beautiful hair, would we sweetheart?”

Big hands land on his knees, massaging up the sensitive inside of his thighs with a very obvious destination as Steve replies, “Yeah, no, that’d be… bad…” He pulls the sweatpants down at the waistband until Eddie’s belly spills out, spreading onto his lap in all its glory, and Steve immediately goes to kiss the stretch marks bracketing his belly button. “Oh fuck, baby, you have so many new ones.”

The first hint of Steve’s mouth on him has Eddie throwing his head back in a low moan, then quickly bringing it back down to continue eating. He also has to grab for his water glass, because even with the apple adding a little moisture that’s a lot of peanut butter and bread to work through. After a few gulps he manages to swallow and gasp, “Yeah I, I’ve been. Eating a lot since the other day. Constantly. Harder to feel sad when I’m stuffed full…” He takes another bite and moans into it as Steve’s tongue teases at his deep navel, just like he’d been doing the other day before Eddie had dropped that A-bomb of a question. “Fuck, Stevie, keep doing that.”

Steve huffs against his skin. “Never wanted to stop, Eds. God, you’re so—”

But he doesn’t even finish his sentence before diving back in. Slipping his hands between Eddie’s legs and his heavy belly, wobbling it even as he continues lavishing attention on the new additions. Biting gently at a barely formed roll on each side, just above his hips, that hadn’t quite been there before their… fight? Breakup? Inciting incident?

Whatever, Eddie doesn’t care, he’s just hungry for more of Steve’s mouth, more of his touch—more of anything he’ll give him, in any capacity. So he keeps eating, even though he’s running out of sandwich, pausing to make it last by licking more escaped peanut butter from his fingers and goading Steve on like he’d never dared to before. Gasping “yes, keep going, keep, yeah, just like that” when Steve nips at the soft skin of his underbelly; “more, give me… I’m going to get so much bigger for you, f-fuck” when Steve lingers and sucks a mark there, a secret for later.

It’s the first mark Steve has ever given him, and he knows he’ll be sad when it fades and he can’t prod at it to remember. But he also knows that there will be more where that came from; in fact, Steve is already starting on another, holding up his belly and shifting a little further down for the next hickey.

“Love the way you touch me, sweetheart. Love your mouth,” Eddie babbles, trying to spread his legs more. Instead, Steve nudges him to lift up a bit and peels the tight sweatpants and boxers down over his ass, down his dimpled knees, to fall at his ankles like cuffs. Not that Eddie is planning on going anywhere right now, knowing what comes next.

He whines when Steve pulls back though, face flushed and lips red and hair that’s wonderfully mussed but somehow still perfect.

“Shh.” Steve runs comforting hands over his thighs and belly again, looking up at him with wide eyes and an almost dazed smile like he can’t believe he’s real. “Wanna look at you. Take my time for once.” He sighs, great big bambi eyes taking it all in as Eddie finishes the last bite. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Eddie wriggles his hips impatiently, tummy bouncing in Steve’s palms. “I’d like to be fucking Gorgeous, but he’s too busy ogling me like a piece of meat right now,” he says with a pout.

Steve’s snorting laugh is like distilled sunshine spilling warmly over his skin. “I sure am.” A sudden slap to his belly, making him jolt and ripple and gasp all at once, pout dropped in favor of something a lot more slack-jawed and heavy-lidded. He’s pretty sure that’s why Steve’s smirking at him right now; he’s even more sure that a pink handprint on his skin later is one of the hottest things that’s ever happened to him, somehow. “Well marbled, just how I like it.”

“And like watching it happen, you said,” Eddie manages the words, but the voice they come out in he barely recognizes as his own. “Watching me eat and get nice and round for you?”

“Mmm.” Steve kisses at his navel, teeth and scruff and hot tongue, murmurs against his skin, “‘S the same reason lots of guys like big boobs. Soft. Fun to play with. Sensitive…”

It is that. His cock is dripping on the kitchen chair. He’s probably one breath away from coming.

“I just wanna make you feel good, baby,” Steve adds, practically panting, and—Jesus H. Christ, he already has a hand down his own pants, stroking himself in a frenzy while he leaves a wet path down Eddie’s treasure trail again. “Your turn to fill me up…”

“Hoooooly shit,” Eddie breathes, knowing what’s coming. Still, he’s not prepared when Steve’s mouth closes around him, lips forming a seal and tongue gliding down the underside of his throbbing dick.

One rolling, glorious suck is all it takes, because it doesn’t feel like Steve is only just now touching him. It feels like the foreplay started with that sandwich, like every touch has sparked sensation straight down to between his legs, like he has been goddamn edged over the course of just, like, a few minutes.

He comes so hard he almost slides out of the chair, back arching as much as his stuffed gut will let it and knees already uselessly weak. His eyes slam shut; he forgets he even has them. Sees nothing, hears nothing, tastes peanut butter and honey and cinnamon on his tongue, drowns in the warm wetness of Steve’s lovely mouth as it milks him pulse for pulse until he’s finally spent. And just a little bit after, which makes him feel like a pat of butter that’s hot and swimming but trying impossibly to reach an even more liquid state.

By the time Eddie remembers he still has bones, Steve is already wiping the mess reverently from his skin and the chair with a damp towel. “‘Tevie?” he mumbles, blinking slowly with a lax smile. No one has ever taken care of him like this and it makes him feel tingly and warm all over, that Steve wants to. It makes him want to open his mouth, for Steve’s food or cock, either would be good, just—whatever Steve wants. “My turn now?”

Steve pauses to give him a sheepish look. “I, uh… Rain check?” He gestures down at himself, and when Eddie’s gaze does a luxurious sweep there’s definitely a wet patch soaked through the front of his jeans. And a smear of come on the side of one thigh where he’d wiped his hand clean. Kind of a waste, but what a show.

“Oh,” Eddie breathes, and bites his lip. “Fuck, that’s hot.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” Steve jokes, like a complete dork. Lopsided grin and all. “You were totally right about the major league orgasms.”

And there’s nothing for it, Eddie has to hook a finger on the collar of his shirt and drag him down for another kiss.

Part 8

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