#massive sundae

[softpinkribbons]

Buca di Beppo Colossal Brownie Sundae- absolutely delicious, I go almost every year for my birthday because they give these out for free on their email list in your birthday month. Their staff are always the sweetest people and their half pound meatballs are just heaven 🤤

[spacesundae]

I was having a big artblock and then I watched the Raggedy Ann movie :]

[neoitem]

[angelicguy]

handsome green alien smiling and licking lips holding a fork and knife wearing a bib in front of an incredibly intricate, massive overstuffed 50 ice cream scoop banana split sundae hands on table, the sundae is completely overdecorated with sprinkles banana slices incredibly gooey chocolate sauce, thousands of scoops of ice cream, highly dense densely decorated ice cream sundae photorealistic and covered in peanuts candies chocolate sauce and ice cream scoops table is clean

[dippindaz]

A silly little Steve fic :) reader likes to visit Steve at work

The bell above the door jingled as you pushed it open, the cool air from Scoops Ahoy’s air conditioner hitting you as you stepped inside. The sweet, sugary smell of ice cream immediately filled your senses. It was busy, as usual—kids scattered around, some with cones, others eating sundaes, and Steve, of course, behind the counter.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, clad in his ridiculous uniform with a big ol’ goofy grin plastered on his face as he handed a cone to a customer. The moment his eyes met yours, though, his expression softened, and he gave a small, almost shy wave.

“Hey, beautiful,” he called out, his voice laced with affection, though he quickly glanced at the line and cleared his throat. “You keep showing up here a lot. Something I should know?”

You leaned against the counter with a grin. “Maybe I just like seeing you in your cute little hat,” you teased, watching as his face flushed pink.

“Stop,” he muttered, still trying to juggle a few orders. “You’re gonna make me mess this up.”

You leaned in closer, dropping your voice to a whisper. “Don’t worry, I’ve got all the time in the world to watch you work. I’ll just hang out until you’re free.”

Steve shot you a playful glare before turning back to scoop a massive mound of chocolate ice cream onto a cone. “You’re a menace,” he muttered under his breath, but you could see the way the corners of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile.

You shrugged innocently, propping your elbows on the counter as you watched him work. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just a loyal customer.”

Steve snorted. “Yeah? What are you ordering, then?”

You pretended to think, tapping a finger against your chin. “Mm… not sure yet. I might need to sample a few flavors first.”

Steve groaned, already catching on. “You just want free ice cream.”

“Duh.”

Before he could argue, Robin swooped in from the back, tying her apron around her waist. “Oh, look,” she said, rolling her eyes dramatically. “It’s the girlfriend who can’t stay away. Seriously, don’t you two ever get sick of each other?”

Steve, flustered, scoffed. “No! I mean—why would I? I like her.” Then he realized how sincere that sounded and quickly covered it up with a, “Shut up, Buckley.”

Robin smirked as she grabbed a scoop and started working. “Gross. You’re even worse than the middle school couples.”

You grinned at her before turning back to Steve, who was still watching you with an exasperated sort of fondness. “So,” you said, “about those samples…”

He sighed dramatically but grabbed a spoon anyway. “Fine,” he said, scooping up a small bite of strawberry and holding it out to you. “But only because I’m the best boyfriend ever.”

You leaned forward, taking the sample right from the spoon while holding eye contact with him, just to make him squirm a little. It worked—his ears turned red, and Robin made a gagging sound in the background.

“Oh, my God,” she muttered. “I’m quitting.”

You just laughed, shooting Steve a wink. “Yep. Definitely my favorite ice cream shop.”

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Joel dealing with Preggo Wife drabble (?): Sundae Surprise

Notes: I've still got more adventures for these two, I'm just writing little scenes that may or may not be Canon and jumping around the timeline at this point idk just ENJOY THE IDEA OF IT:

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You're playing on the old Gameboy Joel dug up out of storage, legs propped up on the couch on this hot-ass-fuck Sunday afternoon. You had been given strict orders to take it easy and lounge these last few days before the baby arrives.

Easy.

Your thumbs are furiously clicking, eyebrowns furrowed as you try for the 23rd time to pass the level youre stuck on.

"Joel. Can you get me chocolate syrup and a can of cool whip."

"No. You've had too much sugar today. Need to keep your heart rate down, due any minute."

"Daddy..." you pout with a head tilt and innocent begging voice to entice him.

"Mmm," he mocks with a far cry minic of your high pitched tone, still not looking at you as he twiddles with his tools on the creaky bolts of the dining table. "Still no."

You roll your eyes, dropping the game box on the coffee table. You drumb your fingertips on your ever so quiet belly all scrunched up under your massive breasts.

You know for a fact this baby isnt coming any time soon since she's so silent today. Joel's been too overly anxious with the due date approaching literally this week. Keeps fixing shit around the house like it's going to make him ease his worry. He's already replaced the lightbulb in the bathroom that was perfectly fine, adjusted the creaky hinge of the front door, re-caulked the kitchen sink back splash, but damn the dining room table--which you have no idea had something wrong with it but Joel's been giving it hella attention while you sit around bored out of your mind.

Momma's instinct will tell you when this baby is ready to pop. But right now you NEED to guzzle chocolate syrup and whip cream down your throat like a frat party bukake or SOMEBODY (not to name any names--but its Joel) is sleeping on the couch tonight.

You think a little bit before it clicks.

You gasp excitedly--a little too over the top, "She's kicking!"

But Joel is so on edge he doesn't even question it, running straight for you and kneeling by the couch, his whiskers scratching the smooth expanse of your skin as he rests his ear flat on your belly.

"Hear that?" You encourage.

But it's quiet.

"No....no," but he wants to so badly, wants to believe his baby is gonna tell him something, and he thinks maybe ...? "wait, wait, yeah, she says 'daddy's here'--"

"No, she says bring me some fucking chocolate syrup and whip cream."

He pulls away and narrows his eyes at you before disappointingly getting on his feet and going to the fridge.

You eagerly tilt your head back, sticking your tongue out, hands clasped merrily as he presses the nozzle of the can and shhhhhh it into you mouth, getting revenge by intentionally over filling too much for you to be able to close your lips around it. Then he drizzles the chocolate syrup on top, making your mouth a vertical Sundae.

You try to swallow around the concoction, lips pursing to encase the top of the pile, but it's all too much and you choke a little bit, sending a miniaturized cannon of white cream and dark sauce splattering back on to Joel's nose.

With a gasping mouth full of ice cream toppings, you chortle over laughing and kicking your feet comically while clapping your hands, desperate to swallow the mess and breathe a lung full of air at the same time through your teary eyes.

Joel just puts his hands on his hips, letting you have your laugh at him.

Then you gasp out loud--the panicked, serious, bone chilling one where you stop laughing and kicking altogether, lips trembling and terrified as your hand drifts south to cup your lower belly, feeling a sudden rush of liquid staining your bum, and that dreaded big something has abruptly DROPPED inside you.

You slowly bring your wide eyes back at Joel, who's tight lipped gaze matches yours of tense panic despite the glob of Cool Whip hanging off his snout.

You gargle with the sugary fluffy dessert still in your mouth, "Mah wawa bwoke."

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[winniiieee]

Saw your post about needing ideas. What about Dapper and Sunny eating ice cream? Dapper can have a simple cone while Sunny has this absolutely massive sundae lol

That is such a good idea, I pictured them almost immediately 🥺

(also I made a bonus little sketch)

[novankenn]

Ice Cream Social?

A snippet from "a Mafia" AU

Pyrrha Nikos, formerly the Goddess of Death. Once the Invincible One. Was NOT happy, and very uncomfortable. Jaune Arc, the former target of a contact killing that she had only a couple short months ago attempted to cash in on without her mother's knowledge, was dragging her into a "Mom & Pop" Ice-Cream Parlor. The once assassin now "secret" girl-friend was VERY uncomfortable in such social gatherings.

"Jaune can we?" Pyrrha tentatively asked as they prepared to enter the establishment.

"Pyr?" Jaune asked, his voice indicating his confusion at his "bodyguard's" resistance. "Is something wrong?"

"No... maybe... yes?" Pyrrha stuttered out.

"Ah... huh?" Jaune raised an eye brow. He withdrew his hand from the action of pushing open the establishment's main door. "That was... confusing. Is there something wrong, Pyr? You know you can tell me anything right?"

"Anything... su... sure. I... know that." Pyrrha replied, while her in her mind she pictured Jaune's mother and sisters giving her a glare. Pyrrha KNEW she couldn't tell Jaune the reality of the world, that she was part of, and that his family was shielding him from.

"Pyr?"

"It's just... just I feel underdressed... and I've never... gone to one of these before." Pyrrha's voice faded from tentative to barely above a whisper as she answered.

"It's an Ice Cream social, Pyr." Jaune informed her. "It's not a big deal, just a bunch of us spending money on ice-cream to help a local charity."

"But... still..." Pyrrha stammered, a slight embarrassed blush coloring her cheeks. It was a combined reaction, one from not knowing how to be average and normal, along with the fact she was acutely aware of Jaune's hands cupping own.

"Wait here." Jaune smiled, that warm goofy, comforting gesture. Pyrrha's heart skipped several beats every time he used it on her.

"Jaune?" Pyrrha asked suddenly wishing he hadn't released her hands.

Her scroll buzzed in her pocket as Jaune stepped through the door, leaving her alone outside. Pulling it out after loosing sight of Jaune in the crowd gathered in the shop, she opened the messaging application. It was a message from Terra. Jaune's sister-in-law, and a member of the legendary Sisters of Mercy. A fact when revealed caused Pyrrha to seriously question many of her life choices.

"Stop being a fraidy-cat and woman up, Nikos!"

"What? How? Where?" Pyrrha typed out in response.

"Inside. To your left." was the repsonse.

Pyrrha looked up from her scroll and in the direction instructed. There seated at the counter running the length of the massive plate glass windows was Terra Cotta-Arc. Eating a rather large and overly topped sundae. Pyrrha actually was surprised at just how many toppings the dusky skinned woman had piled onto the dish. So many in fact she couldn't even tell what flavor of ice-cream she was eating.

Terra smiled at the former assassin, as she took another heaping spoonful of toppings. Raising her free hand she wiggled her fingers at Pyrrha, before dropping her hand back to the table and typing something out on her scroll.

"You need to woman up there, Goddess. You won't catch Jaune's eye acting like some pre-teen school girl."

"I am not!"

"Yes you are." Terra replied. "You fell for him, not step up and stake your claim before some skank steps in."

"I would never let that happen!"

"There's that fire!" Terra replied, "Now... oh never mind."

"Huh?" Pyrrha responded, until she head the bell chime as the door was opened. Looking up, he blush became instantly nuclear. In a complete replay of their first face to face interaction Jaune was standing before her, a simple, plain ice-cream cone held out to her.

(Commissioned Image by @pilot-boi)

"Ja... Jaune?"

"Here Pyr." Jaune stepped forward holding the slowly starting to melt creamy treat. "I made my donation, and got you a treat. We can go somewhere else, if this make you that uncomfortable."

"I..." Pyrrha hesitated. Her scrolled buzzed, and she took a quick glance. It was another message from Terra.

"Pussy. Take the cone!"

"Pyr?" Jaune questioned, a look of concern, "I thought you liked vanilla? Did I mes..."

"NO!" Pyrrha shouted, startling Jaune. He almost dropped the cone, and if it wasn't for Pyrrha's honed reflexes it would have been lost to the sidewalk. "Thank you."

Jaune's faltering smile returned twenty-fold, making Pyrrha almost swoon, as he lifted the cone with a shaking hand and gave it a lick. Pyrrha actually preferred cookies-n-cream, but each time Jaune got her vanilla... it tasted like heaven.

"Good girl. ;-)" appeared on her scroll. Pyrrha hurriedly stuffed the object into her pocket before reaching out and tentatively taking Jaune's hand.

"Want some?" Pyrrha asked her cheeks glowing a vibrant red, as she held the cone out towards Jaune.

Jaune didn't lick the cone, but instead took a bite off the opposite side that she had been licking. His goofy ice-cream coated grin making Pyrrha's heart fluttered.

"Want to go for a walk in the park?" Jaune asked.

Pyrrha nodded, as she let Jaune take her hand, and when he wasn't looking twisted her cone about and took her own bite off the side of the cone he had. She felt her scroll buzz, and buzz and buzz. Obviously her little action didn't go unnoticed. Pyrrha was dreading what those messages would say once she looked at them. Taking another bite from her cone, she let Jaune lead the way towards thier next destination.

[dullgecko]

Riz had been out of school for a week, which would have been worrying if both himself and Fig hadn't left a message in the group chat before disappearing. The archdevil had apparently needed his help and had even paid him for his services as a detective before they both disappeared to the bottomless pit and were out of contact range.

It hadn't been dangerous, but it had apparently involved quite a lot of reading and research which is what their rogue was basically made for. Some tedious legal issue that Fig had gotten herself wrapped up in and, with Riz as her 'legal council' he'd had to come help sort it out.

They'd met back up at Basrars once the whole thing was over, Fig explaining between mouthfulls of icecream the whole sordid affair that had apparently involved at least two fights that she'd wished the rest of her party had been there to help with. It was all over now though, Riz looking exhausted yet satisfied with a good weeks work as he ate his icecream a lot slower than he usually would.

Apparently they would have gotten back earlier but Fig had dragged the poor goblin to a party to celebrate their victory and they both had to sleep off a variety of sustances (hell parties went hard apparently) before they were up to faceing civilised society again. Fig had even come back sporting more ear piercings than she had the last time they saw her, having gotten them in the middle of her celebration binge, and was happily showing off the new jewelery to whoever was listening.

Fabian wasn't listening. In fact he'd checked out of the whole conversation a full ten minutes ago, right about the time Fig was explaining the whole 'legal' mess she'd gotten herself involved in. Right about the time Riz had been handed his sundae, took the spoon he was given and had placed a massive scoop of icecream in his mouth. Opening his jaw far enough that you could see the fresh, shiny new piercing on the end of his long dark tongue before he shut his mouth again. The goblin wincing when the cold icecream was apparently a little uncomfortable and slowing down his eating pace.

It certainly explained why Riz had been so quiet after getting back, but now the half elf was fixated on getting another glimpse just to make sure he wasnt seeing things.

[thezombieprostitute]

Bittersweet

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's Sundae Bar:

🍧Cookie Dough: bakery au – cookie dough proves that a bit of baking can make anything better. Your characters now live in a bakery au, whether they work there, or come as customers, they can’t resist the sweet aura.

🍧Birthday Cake: secret admirer – it doesn’t have to be your birthday to have this flavour. And your secret admirer leaves you gifts every day, but just won’t give you the one thing you desperately want: their identity.

🥄Graham Crackers: flashback – a brief trip into the past reveals something important.

Warnings: Coercion, Stalking. Please let me know if I missed any!

There was a time when you really enjoyed going to work. Your bakery wasn't massively successful but it did well enough. The regulars kept you in business and you were able to attract the occasional crowd with seasonal recipes. You loved baking and you loved that you could try new things along with the tried and true. Even with the protection money you had to pay out, you were still able to turn a small profit.

As much as you hated it, you had to admit they did keep things relatively safe. The grocer across the street had gotten robbed and not only had the person been caught, the store owner received all of their money back with a bonus for the employee who'd been working the register. Store owners who get the runaround from their insurance companies just have to tell the right people to get the fixes and payouts they need. So while you hated having additional expenses, at least you knew it wasn't going to waste.

But then you started getting gifts delivered to you at the bakery. Practically every day, for the past few months, you've been getting gifts of all sorts. It was cute and fun at first. A charm bracelet with a bunch of baking based charms, a small bouquet of flowers. But the,n the gifts started getting more and more personal. A book that had been on your wishlist forever but you never told anyone about, a dress in your favorite colors that fit you perfectly. You started dreading stepping into the bakery.

The small box is on your desk and you take a breath to steady your nerves before opening it. Given the packaging it could be a book. Given the way the gifts have been going, it's likely a book of photos of you. You slowly unwrap the gift and you're proven partially correct. It's a framed drawing of you, asleep in your room. It's definitely your room. All the details are painfully correct. Someone was in your home watching you sleep.

As much as you want to drop everything and cry, there is work to be done. You've got bills and employees to pay. On top of that, it's time for the quarterly protection payment. Maybe you can ask the “agent” you regularly meet up with to keep an eye out for the secret admirer. You fill up the manila envelope with the payments and head to the kitchen to get things started.

The routine is comforting. Cookies, small cakes, pastries, you could probably make these in your sleep. It does help when your employees start trickling in and taking over some of the tasks. The shop is running like a well-oiled machine and you're able to forget about the unsettling drawing in your office.

A little before time to open, there's a knock at the front. You recognize the woman, Nat, as the one who collects the payments. You quickly run up and let her in. She seems especially chatty this morning.

“Hey, did you stop wearing that charm bracelet?”

“Oh, yeah,” you reply sadly. “It's actually something I was hoping to talk to you about.” As you step into the office you hand her the envelope with the payment before pointing to the picture. “My secret admirer has gotten more and more creepy, like a stalker. It's really scaring me.”

She looks at the drawing, “they're certainly talented.”

“Oh yes,” you agree quickly, “but that's not the point. That's my room. No one has been in my room for...long enough. There've been other gifts that feel way too personal for a stranger to know. Hell, even friends of mine wouldn't know!”

Tears start forming in your eyes and Nat quickly starts trying to soothe you. “We'll look into this,” she promises. “I'll have answers for you by the end of the week.”

You nod and thank her before she leaves and you get back to work, letting yourself get lost in the rhythm of the day.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You pause on your way to your car and turn towards the source of the voice. You recognize the man, Sam, as another “agent” like Nat. “Can I help you?”

“I've been asked to bring you to The Shield for dinner. We have some answers about your secret admirer.”

“Oh, what, um, what time?”

“Now,” he replies as he motions to his car.

“But I'm not dressed for The Shield. I'm covered in flour from work. I smell--”

“Now,” Sam repeats. His tone leaves no room for argument. Your hands shake as you put your keys in your purse and sit in the passenger seat of Sam's vehicle.

The Shield is a very high-end restaurant that's known to be a favorite of Barnes, the man in charge of the Protection for your neighborhood. You're not sure why he would need to see you in person. Did you overstep when you asked Nat for help? Do they need to start charging you more because of it? Can you afford the increase?

“You'll be okay,” Sam assures. “He just wants to talk to you over dinner.”

“I don't think I can afford the meal.”

He chuckles, “it's on us. He's making you come to dinner with him, the least he can do is pay for your meal.”

You nod your understanding. At least that's something you don't have to worry about.

At the restaurant, Sam leads you past the hostess and straight to, what you can only assume to be, a VIP area. Tables are set inside of nooks, some cordoned off by curtains to promote privacy.

One of the tables is occupied by two very different looking men. One of them is big and tall with long, brown hair and stubble. The other is smaller, with blond hair and looks...familiar. He looks up and smiles as he sees you and you're hit with a memory from over a decade ago.

You were working late shift at Waffle House. Not great, but it paid the bills your scholarship didn't cover. Culinary School was your ticket out of this town and you were going to give it everything you had. And, because of class schedules, the late night shift was your only real option.

On a slow night it was just you and another server managing the floor. Curtis, the cook, was out back for his smoke break. Your one patron came up to pay his bill. He was scrawny, blonde haired, blue eyed, and very polite. Unlike other late night patrons, he wasn't drunk and didn't try flirting with you. He spent most of his meal drawing in his notebook and you noted he was very skilled. He smiled shyly and thanked you.

He went to the till to pay but went pale when his card was declined. “I...I knew I was cutting it close but...I'm so sorry! Let me try to find some cash or something!” He starts frantically pulling out his pockets.

“It's okay, I've got you,” you assure him. “It was just eggs and toast.”

“I don't want your pity,” he mumbles. “I swear I can pay.”

“It's not pity, it's kindness,” you retort. “You were a very nice customer, very respectful. Not used to that this time of night. You even let me look at your artwork. So let me thank you for being nice by being nice in return.”

His cheeks are pink with embarrassment but he steadies himself, “I...I promise I'll pay you back.”

“I'm not worried about it.”

And now that same scrawny, blonde haired, blue eyed man was gesturing for you to sit next to him at the most high-priced restaurant in the city.

“I know it's been a while,” he states calmly. “So I'll understand if you don't recognize me.”

“Eggs and toast,” you whisper, making him smile.

“I still owe you for that meal. And with interest and economic inflation, I think you could order whatever you want from this place and I'll still owe you.” His companion, the big, brown haired man chuckles. “Please, have a seat. We've got some catching up to do.”

You sit down, still feeling in a bit of shock. “What...what are you doing here?”

“Me and Bucky,” he gestures to the brunette, “run this town. We're the ones you've been paying the protection money to.”

“You're Mr. Barnes?”

“That would be me, Doll,” Bucky speaks up. “I have the more intimidating presence people expect, complete with the skills to back that up. Steve here is the brains. The devious bastard figured out how to completely run out the other rackets, making us the only game in town.”

A sudden thought hits you. You look at Steve, “those gifts I've been receiving?”

“Those were me, Angel,” he smiles. “I figured you'd appreciate a glimpse at the nice things I can give you.”

“You...you broke into my apartment...”

“I own the building so it wasn't a break in,” he calmly tells you. “I have my own key.”

You freeze up. How many times has this stranger been in your apartment? How many times did he watch you sleep? And how much power does he have that he can openly admit these things to you without fear of repercussion?

“I warned him that the drawing was a step too far,” Bucky interrupted your thoughts. “But he insisted you'd be flattered.”

“Then we got Nat's report from you,” Steve frowned. “I really didn't think it would scare you.”

“You didn't think it would scare me to have someone draw me in my sleep? Without my knowing?!” You get out of your chair and try to back away. “You've been stalking me. Invading my privacy! I never consented to any of this!”

You try to turn and walk away but you're stopped by Sam. “I promise you,” he warns, “if you leave you will regret it.”

Confused you turn back to Steve and Bucky who are out of their own seats and stalking towards you, looking angry.

“I want to be nice,” Steve tells you. “But I'm sure you can guess, I don't have to be. Neither do my friends. Now please,” he holds out a hand to you. “Please come sit, and have dinner with me.”

You want to run. You want to scream. But this man owns your business. He owns your home. If you try to get away, where could you go? You've invested everything into your bakery and have no savings. You have nowhere else you can live. He owns everything you hold dear.

You take his hand, “I'm...I'm sorry, Steve. It's a lot to take in.”

He smiles while Bucky and Sam relax. “It's okay, Angel,” he covers your hand with his. “We've got all the time to figure this out.”

Partially inspired by @theinheriteddutchess; Tagging @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @fluxxdog; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[alicethenobody]

So we know Dante loves pizza, strawberry sundaes, and had a tomato juice phase in the DMC 3 manga. We also know Nero is a pasta guy (wonder what kind though) But what about Vergil?

Personally I think he enjoys expensive shit and he also loves Japanese food. He always wants to go to fancy sushi restaurants but can’t really afford them and I think he also has a massive soft spot for instant ramen. Like, to go Devil May Cry and while Dante’s fridge is stuffed with pizza the cupboards will be stuffed with instant ramen.

Also Vergil tried wagyu one time and immediately became obsessed and he’d secretly do anything to get his hands on more.

Side note I think Nero would enjoy carbonara. Just a feeling idk. Maybe during uncle nephew bonding time him and Dante go to some Italian restaurant together because they both deserve it.

Anyways yapping over.

[luvoverdose]

NEW FRIEND

pairing : bf!chris x gf!reader

summary : you and chris had been hanging out but then your sister and her husband have a huge emergency and your the only one who can watch her twins.

warnings : just swearing & fluff

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“Chris your getting brownie batter all over my counter.” I giggled as he flung brownie mix at me.

He paused for a moment before putting brownie mix all over his lips cause my jaw to drop.

“The brownie monster is coming for you.” He launched at me, his arms engulfing my waist.

He placed wet, messy kisses on my cheek getting chocolate all over my face.

“Ew Chris you’re gross.” Our attention was quickly averted to my loudly ringing phone.

I picked up my phone seeing my sister was calling me, with a furrow of my eyebrows i answered her putting it on speaker phone.

“Hello?”

“Can I drop Via and Rustyn off? My water just broke and these kids can’t go to the hospital.” She frantically explained to me over the phone.

“Um Chris is here, it’s that fine with you?”

“More than fine, I trust him. Thank you, you’re a life saver my dear.” I muttered a quick bye before hanging up the phone.

“Well looks like i have to babysit.” I sighed and went to wet a paper towel so I can wipe off all the chocolate on my face and the counter.

“I’m excited to finally meet your niece and nephew.” Chris exclaimed putting the bowl in the sink.

“You’ll love them, they’re the sweetest ever.”

10 minutes later a loud knock echoed through the apartment. I opened the door to see my brother in law carrying two bags, two little blonde kids next to him.

“Ok I’ll be back as soon as I can again thank you so much. I love you both.” he planted a kiss on each of their heads before giving the bags to me and heading back into his car.

“Hey guys come on inside I have a big surprise.” I took their hands and closed the door with my foot.

Chris sat up off the couch and came over to the three of us, crouching down to their level.

“I’m Chris! It’s so nice to finally meet you two, your auntie is always talking about you.”

Rustyn gasped and looked up at me with wide eyes.

“Wanna play twucks wif me? They in my bag.” He displayed a massive smile on his face and pointed to the bag in my arms.

“Of course buddy, I love trucks.” I handed the bag to Chris, Rustyn already taking off into the living room.

I felt a tug on my arm causing me to look down at the little girl next to me.

“Is he your boyfwend?” She attempted to whisper, but it was more of a regular tone.

“Mhm, isn’t he cute?”

“Ya.” She giggled and ran off into the living room, tackling Chris’s back.

“Woah there, slow your roll Olivia.” He laughed placing her on the floor.

“Me not Olivia, just Via.” She pouted while crossing her arms.

I giggled at this interaction and went to go sit on the floor with them, Rustyn climbing into my lap.

“Oh! I’m very sorry miss Via.” Chris dramatically apologized, putting a grin on the little girls face.

“Chwis tan I do you mateup?” Via pleaded pulling on his arm.

Chris looked over at me for approval to use some of my makeup, to which I nodded.

“Only use the ones in the lowest drawer.” I directed standing up, picking Rustyn up with me.

“Let’s go check on the brownies I made.” I whispered to Rustyn while walking to the kitchen.

10 minutes later Rustyn and I had already indulged in a brownie sundae, chocolate all over his face.

“What is taking these two so long.” I helped my nephew off the bar stool before we went into my room to check on the two.

Giggles filled my ears as I got closer to the open door.

“Ywou wook so pwetty, auntie will wove ywou!” I heard a sweet voice tell Chris.

“Auntie wook!” Via pointed at Chris as she sat on my vanity.

I walked over to where I’d be standing opposite of Chris. A loud laugh escaped my lips as I saw his face, makeup was awfully out everywhere but somehow he still looked hot.

“Wow you look gorgeous Chrissy.” I cooed and pinched his cheeks to which he swatted my hand away.

“Via come eat bwonie!” Rustyn told her than ran back into the kitchen.

Via squealed and reached up at me. I helped the girl down, her instantly running after her brother.

“You really do look great.” I attempted to say with a straight face, but a small smile crept in.

“Not another word.” He silenced me before grabbing a makeup wipe.

I placed a quick kiss on his cheek before exciting my room.

After hours of playing and running around, Via and Rustyn finally settled down and agreed to get ready for bed.

I got both Via and Rustyn put in pj’s and tucked them into my guest bed. Both toddlers were cuddled up in the blanket, bottles in hand and one sleeping, the other fighting sleep.

“Auntie.” Via muttered rolling over to face me.

“What Via?”

“Chwis is my new fwend.”

My heart warmed as the little girl said that.

“I’m glad you like him.” I kissed her forehead before rubbing her cheek.

“Get some rest ok.” I turned off the light and exited the room, cracking the door a bit.

I sighed loudly while plopping down next to Chris on my bed, him instantly wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Thank you for helping me today, I really appreciated it.” I whispered to him, placing kisses on his face.

“Don’t thank me, I had a great time with them so.”

I stopped kissing him and held his face in between my hands.

“You know, playing with kids looks good on you. Kinda like a dilf.” He lowly chucked before kissing my lips.

“You’re such a dork.” He said in between kisses.

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aww this is cuteee, i just randomly thought of this so ya hope you liked it

[incorrectbatfam]

Batfam’s Father’s Day plans

(also on Ao3)

"Morning, Bruce."

The way Stephanie says that instantly makes him look up. She traces her socked toe on the right angles of the tile, looking down. 

"Morning, Steph." Bruce puts his coffee down. "Something wrong?"

"Huh?" She perks up in realization. "No, not at all. I actually just have something for you. I stopped by Walgreens on patrol last night 'cause I ran out of antiseptic, and I saw something that reminded me of you." 

She hands him a dark blue greeting card with a cartoon fruit bat and Comic Sans text reading: You drive me batty, but I love you.

"Get it? 'Cause it's a bat, and you're the Batman." She scratches the back of her neck. "Not trying to make it weird or anything, you're just a cool mentor and whatnot. But also, it's nice to have someone who you can mess around with. My old man was always talking business even when he was at home—you kinda do that too, but in a good way 'cause anything's better than being a D-list villain, y'know. Plus, unlike him, you're working on striking a balance. Sometimes you even have a sense of humor." She chuckles awkwardly. "Anyway, I'm going on a jog. Text me if you need anything." 

Before he processes her rambling, she grabs a granola bar and races out the door. He opens the card and out falls out a handful of purple confetti plus an ever-rare two-dollar bill. Smiling, he brushes the confetti up and puts it in his shirt pocket. 

Bruce checks his watch. Everyone else is already out, except for Cass. She was out late last night on that Clayface mission, but even she should be up by this time. He fixes her a bowl of cereal with the package instructions and brings it upstairs. 

"Cass?" He knocks. "Are you up yet? It's past 9:30."

He hears the duvet crunch like a candy wrapper as she shuffles around. A moment later, the door swings open as a messy-haired Cass yawns. 

"I'll leave this up here for you," he says, putting the bowl on the dresser. "Any big plans today?"

She shakes her head. "Write reports. And relax."

"Well, you deserve a break. Great job on the stakeout, Princess." He plants a quick kiss on her forehead. 

"Love," she says.

"Huh?"

"Favorite thing you do. Love."

He laughs softly. "I try. Now go get dressed."

The rest of the day goes by like any other. Despite it being Sunday, he still has a meeting scheduled with some Singaporean investors on their timezone. By eleven, he and some other executives are gathered around the long conference table as the video call drones on, and it's not until over an hour later that they're finally let out. Bruce loosens his tie and Tim does the same, sighing in relief and exhaustion. 

Bruce asks, "Did you have lunch yet?"

"Oh, I forgot that's a thing," Tim says, stretching. "Hey, remember that ice cream place on 32nd?"

"You want ice cream for lunch?"

"I'd break your no killing rule for their M&M cookie sundae, okay?" he says. "Besides, remember when you took my friends and I there even though we massively bombed our first off-world fight? I might still be a massive perfectionist but that made me get a little more comfortable with failing. Anyway, I thought it'd be cool to stroll down memory lane—and have junk food as a meal without Alfred knowing. Unless you're busy, which I totally get."

"Not at all," Bruce replies, putting an arm around Tim's shoulders. "Duke and Damian will be at the arcade all day and I don't have any urgent side business." 

And so, instead of calling Alfred for a ride, they journey through the Gotham subways with Tim's camera capturing the Grammy-worthy saga of a billionaire CEO battling a common turnstyle. They get a few side-glances in the sparse train car, but besides a teenager asking for Tim's autograph, the civilians leave them alone. Pretty soon, they're at a 1950s-themed ice cream parlor, where the waitress slides their orders down the long chromium bar. 

"Why do they call it a banana split?" Bruce asks, grabbing the cocoa powder shaker. 

Tim pauses mid-bite of his cookie. "...Because they split the banana in half?"

"Really?"

He moves the whipped cream aside to reveal the cut banana in Bruce's dish. 

"How would it sound if I said I never noticed that?"

He smirks. "That's why I'm the brains of this operation."

"Indeed you are." Bruce ruffles his hair. "Though this head of yours could use some shampoo." 

"Will saying I love you get me a free pass out of it?"

"No." He laughs. "But I love you too, son."

Alfred catches on to their little dessert escapade and picks them up from the parlor, though not without commenting on the strawberry stain on Bruce's jacket. As Tim plugs his music into the car, Bruce takes the time to listen to the voicemails he got during their lunch break. 

"Hiya Bruce," Clark's voice plays. "I hope today's going swell for you. I just want you to know that I'm glad I can call you my pard'ner." Bruce snickers at the country twang.

Next is Diana. "Bruce, I apologize if I must keep this brief since I have a curator's convention today. However, I wish to tell you that you are an invaluable teammate and even more remarkable friend."

"Hey Batman, I gave you a shoutout to the Central City press for your help taking down Weather Wizard," Barry says. "Also, thanks for letting me borrow your communicator. I can always count on you to be overprepared. Have a good one!"

"Bats, tell your kid to quit taking my yogurt from the fridge." Ah, good old Hal. "Also, today's all about guys like you, so... yeah. I admit, you could be worse." 

Finally, there's one from Zatanna. "Afternoon, Bruce! I'd tell you in person if I wasn't caught up in Kahndaq, but I hope today is extra special for you. I know how much the birds mean to you, and I know they're gonna treat you well."

(There's also one from Ollie, but he's just asking if he can use the communicator after Barry. In the background, Dinah is is clearly ordering food.) 

After dropping Tim and Alfred home and switching to a more discreet vehicle, Bruce makes his way to pick two of his other kids up from the arcade. 

"Did you guys have fun?" Bruce asks as they climb in.

"We decimated every game," Damian says, "and won you the finest specimen as a trophy."

He plops a five-foot Snorlax into the front seat and buckles the seatbelt.

"This is for me?" Bruce asks. 

"Tt, who else would it be for?"

"I didn't win as many tickets," Duke says, "but I also got you a spider ring and a Chinese finger trap." He puts them in the cupholder.

"Why are you giving me all your prizes?"

"Again, who else would we give them to?" Damian asks.

Duke says, "I think what he means is that you do a lot for us, so this is a thanks from us."

As silly as it might seem, Bruce is genuinely touched. 

Pre-patrol dinner is a quiet affair, with Kate stopping by because she apparently forgot to go grocery shopping. She takes a fingerling potato off his plate. 

"Um, you're welcome?" he says. 

"Bruce, we're family. It's what we do." She takes a bite. 

He takes a piece of asparagus from her. "I wish all of us were here, though. Too bad Dick and Jason have that Penguin stakeout. Hopefully they're being safe."

"Even if things go wrong, they were taught by the best. You should trust them more." Selina gets up and places a peck on his cheek before going to get a drink. 

"I do," he mumbles into his meal. "It's the world I don't trust." 

As he puts on his cowl, he asks Barbara for an update on the evening. So far, Duke is handling a carjacking, the girls are preoccupied with a strip mall hostage situation, Damian is patrolling Metropolis with Jon, and Kate is kicking off her shift with a car chase against Two-Face. Tim and Selina are staying back to catch up on some overdue reports, but other than that, the cave is quiet. 

"Before you go," Barbara says, "my dad was cleaning out the attic and found something you might like."

From her bag, she pulls out a blue mug that says: World's Okayest Dad.

"My brother got it for him a long time ago, but... you know. It's all yours now, if you want it." 

He takes it, running his thumb along the words. 

"It suits you," she says before turning back to relay something to Stephanie. 

The route laid out for him tonight gives him the perfect opportunity to swing by and check on two of his boys. He lands on the rooftop silently, where Nightwing and Red Hood have already set up camp. Evidently, they don't notice him as they keep going with their conversation.

"Did you get dropped on your head as a baby?" Jason asks. "Sour cream and Greek yogurt are not the same thing."

"They totally are, change my mind." Dick glances through his binoculars. "No sign of Cobblepot yet."

A moment goes by as Jason not-so-covertly steals some of his brother's patrol snacks. 

"So how'd family therapy go yesterday?" Jason asks. "Did the old bat finally show an emotion?"

"It was pretty insightful, at least on my part." Dick lowers his binoculars. "I think I realized where Bruce's persistence comes from. It's annoying as hell, but I think that's how he maintains hope. And who knows, maybe it's his love language."

Jason scoffs. 

"I'm serious," he says. "I know none of us are stellar at this family thing, but we care about each other. You can't deny that. We just gotta... refine how we express it." 

"Count me out."

"Jaybird."

"Codenames, Dickhead."

Dick snickers. "You love us, admit it. All of us."

Jason mutters a string of curses under his breath before saying, "If you tell him, I'm filling your mattress with sour cream."

Bruce smiles and leaps to the next building. 

At the end of the night, Bruce finds Alfred brewing tea in the kitchen and takes the kettle from him. 

"I got this," he says. "Why don't you go relax in the living room? I think they added your favorite detective movie to Netflix." 

"This is a pleasant surprise." Alfred raises an eyebrow. "What brought it on?"

"It's Father's Day, of course," he replies, pouring the cups of tea. "You know you've always been a second dad to me."

"You made that clear with last year's breakfast surprise," Alfred says. "Care to join me?"

"Always," Bruce says. "By the way, do the kids seem different to you today?"

[mossygirl333]

Ghost with aaaa Sundae and aaaa Daiquiri

AN: Coming right up!

Bakery Order: Sundae - “Don't you need the money?” + Daiquiri- One night stand

Prostitute!reader x loser!Ghost

Tw/Cw: prostitution, virgin!Ghost, young!Ghost, awkward sex kinda, blowjob, cunnilingus

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!!

It was a normal day at the brothel. Customers came in and out, did their business and left. It was easy money, if not a little icky at times.

It was normal for men to just waltz in, take you like a whore while calling you a different name and then walk out like nothing happened.

Out of the shower, makeup retouched and hair styled. You waited for your next customer. Sitting on the hotel style-like bed. You had taken an aphrodisiac right before, just in case he wasn't the best at foreplay. You liked being lubed up rather than taking it dry. You glanced in the mirror, fixing your lingerie. Pretty and black, red lace. His request.

Who was the 'he'?

A one, Simon Riley.

Never heard of him. Not a regular. But you had a vague idea of who he was by the receptionist ladies gossip session. A nice big boy, quiet and awkward.

There was a small knock on the door before it opened. The receptionist lady walking in with a hulking mass of muscles. Clothed in a black Misfits hoodie and a black face mask. Broad shoulders hunched over, if he stood up tall he might as well take up the whole doorway.

The lady left, leaving you and the customer in the room.

"Hey big boy..." Your eyes roved over his body, and he tensed up. Oh God was he a giant. 2 meters tall, maybe? The fire in your gut starts to take effect, warm and pulsing, growing hotter and burning. "I'm guessing you're in other areas too huh?"

It was a stupid pick up line, but men loved their egos boosted. Especially their dick size. Which you were happy to oblige.

He stood there for a moment before it registered in his head. "O- oh...sorry." He stuttered. Swallowing thickly. "I-" He pauses, thinking for a hot second before finally managing out. "I don't know how this works."

"Well we're in a brothel. We fuck, obviously." You snicker, tilting your head. His awkwardness was a little cute.

"Y- yeah I know that but...I'm a virgin." He admits, blushing under his mask.

Oh.

You shift in bed, tilting your head a bit. "C'mere baby." You motion with your hand and he walks over to you, sitting down. The bed practically dipping under his weight.

"I...Can we go slow? I don't really know what to do."

"Do you want me to suck your dick?" You tilt your head, rubbing his massive thigh. Twitching and flexing under your palm, fuck he was thick.

He flushes again and pants under his mask. "Umm...y- yeah. I'd like that. I'd...I'd like that a lot."

You chuckle, seductive and slow, deep in your chest before you get to your knees. Shifting prettily in between his, as his hands clumsily undo his pants. The tent in them large and bulbous.

He pulls off his facemask, and he had a pretty mug. Soft tufts on blonde hair sticking out from his hood. Slightly fearful brown eyes, bitten lips, dried and chapped.

"Okay..." He got to his underwear, pulling the sticky precum soaked fabric away to reveal his cock. Long and girthy, veins ran across the pale skin. A well-trimmed bush grew above it, and his tip was red and leaking.

You kiss his tip and his hips jump, barely suppressing a moan.

"Oh it's okay baby, the walls are reinforced. They can't hear a thing."

He shyly nods and you open your lips, parted as you swallow down his tip, taking him slowly into the wet heat of your mouth.

He whines, head tilted back as his eyes flutter. "Fuck..." His heavy hand rests on the back of your head. "Feels so much better than a fleshlight..."

You slowly bob your head and he cums embarrassingly quick. Ropes of cum hitting the back of your throat, causing a weak gag to come up as you choke down the thick sticky substance.

He looks mortified. "Oh my God, i'm so sorry luvie I-"

You laugh, patting his knee. "It's okay...It's okay." He looks uncomfortable, shifting around. 'Maybe we needed a different approach?'. "What do you usually do to get off?"

"umm...I watch porn. sometimes. Use fleshlights." He stutters.

"What kind of porn?" You whisper in his ear, trying to get him hard again. You'd rather him take up his whole two hours he payed for instead of being a shy bumbling idiot.

"Any? I don't...really have any kinks or anything. Vanilla stuff."

'No fun.' you think, but this was what the client wanted. "Fine, let me put some on-"

He stops you. "Can...I just touch you? Like..I don't know. You made me orgasm now it's your turn?"

"We're In a brothel. It doesn't matter if I orgasm or not."

"But I'd like you to."

You sigh and sit up on the bed, his hands stuffing his flaccid cock into his boxers and zipping up his jeans. You lay back, spreading your legs as he kneels down, heavy broad shoulders bumping into your calves.

He looks at your underwear, tentatively touching the wet material. A shudder wraps around the base of your spine, coiling up. The pads of his fingers were rough, sloppy as they pushed aside the fabric and slid two digits in. Touching around awkwardly before finding that gooey spot. A mewl leaving your lips.

He swallows thickly, muttering something about the g-spot, before swiping his thumb across the top of your entrence, trying to find your clit.

"up..up-" You breathlessly whine out, eyes rolled back when he finally digs his thumb into it. A half-pained, half-pleasured high-pitched squeal leaving your lips.

He pauses, flushed and confused before he starts moving his hands. It was awkward with no rhythm, but his hands were rough and big enough.

Back and forth, hitting your g-spot and then your clit. Slick dripping down his palm. He slips his fingers out, bringing it to his nose. Pupils blown out wide.

You look down, meeting his wild eyes, his tongue coming out to clean off slick glistening digits. Moaning at the taste.

"You...can I eat you out?" He pathetically pleas, palming himself through the front of his pants.

You smirk, snorting as you lean back. "Of course baby-"

You barely got it out before he shoved his face into your cunt. Nose shoved up against your clit, grinding it against your slick folds. His tongue delves inside, licking your slick. Desperate to swallow it all. Panting and huffing like a dog as he palms his now hard thick cock.

You mewl, writhing as you grind back against him. Nose digging into your twitching bundle of nerves, thick fingers sliding in to dig into your g-spot.

It was all so rough, so desperate as he whined like a lost pup. You could barely stop from orgasming. Shocks of pleasure riding down your body as your essence filled his mouth.

He sits back, trembling more than you did. The front of his pants stained with cum.

"...How much do I owe you?"

[cassianfanclub]

People who are like “keep your song, we have this random 2017 FB comment from SJM” are so funny bc it’s like, ok!

We will keep our song…

And we’ll keep the books, and SJM’s recent interviews, and Pinterest boards, and Time Magazine, and People, and Business Insider, and Today.

The song didn’t confirm Elriel for us. Guilty as Sin was just some fun sprinkles on top of an already massive Elriel sundae. But that’s the thing about actually having canon support your ship, you can celebrate the fun, random little things too!

[deathmetalunicorn1]

13 year old reader who knows way too much about adult things and now the entire family is trying to give them a normal childhood but reader is too mature and scared to accept it

-You were only thirteen, you should be worrying about things like fashion, making friends, and dating (which your family wasn’t ready for and were ready to throw hands to protect you).

-Instead, you were worrying about things like making sure everyone was resting, eating, and drinking water like they should be, mothering those who should be the ones parenting you.

-They had adopted you from a not very good situation, where you had to step up and be the parent to your younger siblings, as your parents weren’t bothering, so you had to make sure they were fed, clothed, helped them with their homework, and had to make sure they were to school on time.

-Your parents ignored that you needed help, you were not getting any sleep, you had to teach yourself how to cook so your siblings could eat, and your grades were beginning to drop.

-It was one of your teachers who helped you, after you all but collapsed, and an investigation was launched against your parents, who basically made you the third parent, expecting you to take care of your younger siblings who wouldn’t listen to you- as you weren’t mom or dad.

-Your parents were sentenced with heavy fines or risked facing jail time and you were the only one taken from the home, after they realized how toxic the situation was for you, and your parents were assigned social workers to make sure they were actually parenting your siblings.

-You were in a much better position now, after your new, massive, family adopted you, welcoming you into their home.

-However, seeing the damage that had been done, seeing you worrying about others, rather than yourself, acting so much older than you actually were, it broke their hearts.

-Children should be able to be children, they shouldn’t have to take care of others, they should be the ones being taken care of!

-This was something your family had to work with you on, helping you understand that you didn’t have to do all this, doting on others, you should be focusing on yourself, and having fun!

-It was hard for you, learning how to let go, to be lazy, to be a child, as you hadn’t been able to do it for a few years now. You had to grow up too quickly, and because of it- you didn’t know what to do.

-Luckily your family had your back! Goll, Buddha, and Loki kidnapped you, whisking you away to a large mall where you got to play dress up, wearing all sorts of fun outfits, then letting you get a huge sundae which made your eyes glitter brightly and telling you not to worry about ruining your appetite- these were the times where you needed to be wild and have fun!

-Adam couldn’t help but chuckle, seeing you on Buddha’s back, being carried piggyback style, fast asleep after the fun day out, but Loki was pleased that you had so much fun and told the others that this is what you needed to do to learn how to be a kid again.

-You missed your original family, your parents and siblings, but you didn’t miss the headache and the duties that came with them- you were a kid after all, not a third parent or a caretaker, and they shouldn’t have expected you to be one.