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average-dilf-enjoyer · 7 months

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KINKTOBER

Day 1: Voyeurism/mutual masturbation + Robert Small (Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator)

Pairing: Robert/Dadsona

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: Slightly dubcon if you squint, idk this is just pure filth

A/N: I’ve been really busy and haven’t been able to write much, so I had to rush this. Not my best work, but I tried!

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You didn’t mean for it to happen.

You and Robert had spent the night hanging out, and it was fun. You went bar hopping, smashed a car window with a rock (it was an accident!), snuck into the movies, got pizza, almost got into a fight with a couple of kids (also an accident)- you felt like a teenager again. And when he invited you inside back at his house, well… how could you say no?

You weren’t intending to sleep with Robert.

But you did.

The whole thing started out innocently enough. Robert told you ridiculous stories you knew were either lies or so exaggerated they might as well have been while you wondered if maybe what he was telling you was somehow true. Somewhere in between his telling of the time someone was murdered right in front of him in Spain and the story of when he was chased by two bears at once during a camping trip, neither of which you believed for even one second, you became extremely aware of your need to use bathroom.

“Hey Robert, where’s your bathroom?”

He gestured to the hallway across from where you were sitting on his couch. “Left door at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right back,” you assured him, then rushed off to relieve yourself.

Not even ten minutes later, you were finished up. When you walked back into the living room, though, Robert was gone. ‘What is this guy’s deal?’ you thought, confused as to where he could have vanished to in the last few minutes.

And then you heard it. A groan. It was quiet, barely there, but still. You heard it. Was that Robert? Was something wrong? What was going on? “Robert?” you called.

No response. Of course.

Against your better judgement, you decided to try and find the source of the noise, and oh boy, did you find it.

You peeked in a doorway and saw Robert on his bed, pants and boxers halfway down his thighs, dick in hand. Your face immediately burst into flames. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you shouted, slamming the door. Holy shit, what did you just do? Why did you look in there? Why was he masturbating with his door open?!

You stood there stewing in your own embarrassment for a moment before you remembered that you probably shouldn’t be right outside his door. You turned to leave, but just as you took a step-

“You can come in.”

What? You hadn’t heard him move, so you assumed that he wasn’t decent… but maybe you were just too busy being mortified at yourself to pay attention. You tentatively cracked open the door and peeked inside. He was sitting on the edge of the bed now, facing directly towards you. His cock still sat hard and very noticeable between his legs. ‘Oh, he wants me to see,’ you finally realized. “Robert..?”

“Hey.” He sounded so casual, like he wasn’t sitting right in front of you with his dick out.

You looked at the floor awkwardly. "Hey. Uh... if you need privacy I can leave." You refused to meet his gaze. Looking just felt like a really bad idea.

"Do you want to leave?"

It was such a simple question, really. But it was fucking loaded with consequences. But you couldn't help the fact that your dick was getting hard at just the insinuation of what might happen if you said no, and he looked so fucking good. The words fell out of your mouth before you even had time to think about it.

"No."

Robert smirked, fucking smirked, and that's when you knew you were done for. "Good."

You watched as he took his dick in his hand again, keeping his eyes locked on you as he stroked himself. You felt weak and uncomfortably warm, unsure of what the hell you were supposed to do or how you should respond.

Lucky for you, he sensed your apprehension. "You gonna just stand there?" he questioned, eyes flicking down to the growing bulge in your pants.

"What do you want me to do?" You felt fucking stupid, standing in the doorway watching your friend (?) jerk himself off.

He chuckled. "Masturbate."

You nodded and moved to undo your belt. You liked how simple he made it. Yes, or no. There was no third option, no guessing, no games. It felt easier that way.

"Yeah, that's it," he groaned once you slide down your underwear. "You sure you wanna do this?" One last chance to back out. You should have taken it, you knew it. But your dick was already out and so was his. It felt a bit too late to turn back, and honestly, you didn't really want to.

So you nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure."

He nodded in return. “Alright.” His eyes moved to your dick and then back up to your eyes, looking at you expectantly.

Shit, this was embarrassing. Masturbating by yourself was fine, but in front of another person? That was a whole different story. But you were in too deep. Hesitating would only make things more awkward. You closed your eyes as you took yourself into your hand. Meeting his eyes felt like too much right now. Maybe you could just pretend he wasn’t there. Except you could feel his eyes on you and you were still standing in his doorway, and you could hear him too- the sound of his hand sliding up and down his dick, his quiet groans.

You opened your eyes slightly, curiosity overcoming your shyness. Oh, wow. His eyes were on you, half-lidded and dark with lust, while his hand pumped his cock, which was fucking beautiful- long and thick and wet with precum. You moaned and let your head fall back as you squeezed your hand tighter around your cock, looking up at the ceiling.

“Look at me,” Robert rasped.

You knew there was no arguing with him, so you tore your gaze from the ceiling and met his eyes. You were panting now, that familiar pressure building up inside you. You moved your hand faster, chasing your release. And from the looks of it, Robert was doing the same.

“Shit, you look so fucking sexy,” he groaned. “Fuck.”

“So do you,” you managed to reply. You thought you sounded fucking stupid, but he seemed to like it, because he started pumping his hand faster.

“Shit,” he grunted. “I’m gonna cum. You gonna cum? You gonna cum with me?”

You nodded eagerly. “Yeah, yeah, ‘m gonna cum with you.” Your orgasm was fast-approaching now, your mind foggy and all senses other than pleasure numbed.

Within moments he was cumming, and you followed shortly after, spilling onto his carpet. You propped yourself up against the doorframe, panting. “Holy shit…”

Robert just laughed and laid back on the bed. “Yeah…”

You looked down at the floor, where your cum was seeping into the carpet. “Shit, it got on the floor. Sorry.”

Robert propped himself up on his elbows and gazed at you with that dangerously attractive smirk. “Trust me, I don’t mind.”

You laughed lightly. “So, uh… that happened.”

“Yeah. It did.” Robert sat up fully again, a playful look in his eyes. “Give me a few minutes and then it’s round two. Sound good?”

You grinned. “Very.”

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

But God, were you glad it did.

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devotedlyenchantinggoatee · 5 months

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Posting my cringe art here cause I'm honestly proud of it but I'm NOT showing the people I know in person...ever

#dream daddy #robert small #self insert #my art #dadsona #scott graves

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infrxred · 6 months

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘴˚ ୨୧⋆｡˚

Damien Bloodmarch/M! Reader

summary:

“Dad! Are you dead?!”

Is the first thing I hear when I open my eyes. I yawn and stretch my arms, propping myself up on my forearms to look around. I see my daughter, Amanda, in the far corner of my room. She seems to be touching around my vanity. I see her pull a few things from my drawers.

“Hey! Are you stealing my rings?”

I stumble out of bed in my drowsy state and I nearly fall flat on my face. I pick myself up and walk over to Amanda. She puts her hands up in defense as I approach her.

“Knew that’d get you out of bed. Freshen up, pops, let’s go to the mall.”

I never knew I’d get bossed around by my own kid until now. Or even allow it to happen, but I do. I comply with Manda’s demands and I get myself ready for the day.

I meet up with Amanda in my car and we begin driving. The scenery of Maple Bay was breathtakingly beautiful. It was much better than the loud city I had came from. I look over to Amanda who was texting rapidly on her phone. I rustle her hair a bit.

“So, whaddya think of the new neighborhood?”

“Dad, we’ve only been here a day.”

“Well..yeah, but we haven’t fully explored.”

“For good reason, you were totally winded when we got all the stuff in the house.”

“I am not as young as I used to be.”

I chuckle, looking back at the road occasionally to reaffirm that I’m not about to crash.

“You have any friends yet?” I tease.

“Do you?”

She counters with a smug expression. I raised her well.

“Of course I do there’s uhm..”

Shit.

What was that guy’s name? Christian dude. Creepy twins. Hottie Mclovely. He brought a plate of cookies the other day..

“Justin..?”

She erupts with laughter and I sulk in my seat. My face reddens, knowing I completely butchered it.

“Wasn’t his name Joseph?”

“Yeah I obviously knew that I was..I was testing you, to see how well you know our neighbors. Congrats, you passed.”

I pull into the parking lot of the mall. Amanda runs out of the car as if she’d been kidnapped and makes a beeline for the entrance. I jog over to her in a desperate attempt to catch up. I meet her by a pretzel stand and I heave, putting my hands on my knees to catch my breath.

“Where..where do ya wanna go, Manda Panda?”

I gasp for air dramatically in an attempt to embarrass Amanda. She only laughs at my behavior.

“You already know, pops.”

We walk over to Dead, Goth, and Beyond. I haven’t been in one of these stores since I was 16. Although when I walk in, it’s less loud and dark as it was a few years ago.

Amanda runs off into the t-shirt section before I could get a word in. I’m sure she can manage on her own. I awkwardly walk around, not sure where to go first.

I end up in the mug section and look at funny-looking cups alike. I browse a little more to gawk at the cheesy text. A certain mug catches my eye and not for the sake of comedic purpose. I see a beautiful ornate tea set. The careful floral details were magnificent. I step closer and I reach for it.

I feel the cold tea cup underneath my fingers, along with a warm sensation atop my hand. I look carefully and there’s a pale hand directly on mine. My eyes travel to the owner of the arm and I see a tall man standing beside me, probably reaching for the set as well. I step back for a moment, looking flustered.

“My apologies. I assume you were interested in this tea set as well?”

The man expresses politely.

“Yeah, I was..”

I trail off. God, why is this so awkward.

“Hmm..I see. Would you mind if I take it? It would look great alongside my collection.”

My head perks up at this. Come on, let’s be civil.

“Oh. I uh..sorry, but no? I was actually interested in this specific tea set. I mean, I haven’t got much..porcelain myself.”

I awkwardly explain, trying to stand my ground.

His eyes narrow at this as if he expected me to give it up instantly.

“Really now?” He hums. He looks like he’s holding back some words.

“Really.” I shift awkwardly in place.

“If you’re so interested in this piece, it should be safe to ask you what time period the detailing was inspired of, correct?” He asks, stepping closer to me.

I wasn’t prepared for trivia today. I rack my brain, thinking of any time period I learned in history class.

“..The..Baroque period..?” I answer hesitantly.

He smirks in a pretentious manner.

“Good guess. By the floral arrangements and color combinations, it’s most likely this work was inspired by the Victorian era in England.” He says, taking the tea set from my hands.

“Hey—“ I begin, but he retreats to the cash register before I can finish my sentence.

I sigh in defeat and walk around to find Amanda.

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Amanda finishes her mall-run and we drive back to our home. I pull into our driveway after a few minutes of driving, with Amanda blasting My Chemical Romance the entire way back.

I step out of the car and give Amanda the keys to the house. I walk over to the mailboxes in front of the cul-de-sac, where everyone had to go to access their mail. I fumble through my pockets to find the key to my mailbox.

I eventually find it and I reach to open my mailbox. Until I feel a hand on mine.

Please no.

I hesitantly look up and see the same man from the mall.

This day is going well. Totally.

I clear my throat and step back, keeping my eyes glued to the floor.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

He greets

“Probably. I just moved here, actually.”

I chuckle nervously.

He looks at me and moves his head with my eyes, trying to meet my gaze. He grabs my hand lightly which catches my attention, causing me to make eye contact with him. I blush slightly.

“Look, I would like to apologize for my behavior at the mall earlier. It was un-gentlemanly for me to grab the tea set from you and run off.”

He seems sincere, so I smile and nod my head.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it. You definitely deserve the tea set, I’m genuinely impressed by your knowledge on the subject.”

He smiles and his eyes light up, as if he had an idea.

“If you’d like, I’d be glad to have you over some time for tea? As a greeting to this neighborhood, of course.”

My eyes widen, but I’m grateful nonetheless.

“Oh. Yes, I would love to. Thanks for the invite..?”

I trail off, suggesting I’d want his name.

“Damien, Bloodmarch.”

“Right, Damien. I’ll find you later?”

“I look forward to it.”

We shake hands and I walk back to my house. I shut the door behind me and smile brightly like a teenage girl.

“Ooo~ Someone’s got a date?”

Amanda gawks while leaning against the windowsill.

“Were you spying on me?”

I put my hands on my hips, trying to act serious.

“Nuh uh. But aren’t you forgetting something, pops?”

I think for a moment and I fall silent.

“Amanda, are you making a joke? What could I be forgetting?”

“The mail.”

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HI THANK YOU FOR READING THIS ! I might write another part to detail the “date” but only if it’s demanded of me 😭

I apologize if there’s any grammatical errors, I don’t proofread my work which is a bad habit of mine, I don’t suggest picking it up— Expect to see a shit ton of DDADDS content on my page, I just got back into the game which is unfortunate..in a way.

#fanfic #ddadds #dream daddy #damien bloodmarch #male reader #damien bloodmarch/reader #dream daddy a dad dating simulator #fluff #amanda ann #dadsona #reader is dadsona

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kath-trashh · 1 year

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my personal favorite part time hobby is finding a fandom maybe five or six years after its heyday and pecking at the carcass like some kind of fucked up vulture

#my art #dream daddy #dream daddy fanart #craig cahn #craig fanart #dream daddy oc #dadsona

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iateyourburrito · 8 months

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I don't think anyone asked for more but you get more anyways

#fanart #my art #dream daddy #ddadds #robert small #dadsona #we love Leo the movie editor dadsona okay?#a real he/they over here folks #also don't mind how AGGRESSIVE leo looks in that first image. he went out for a sandwich and by god he is going to eat that sandwich

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unknownkona · 2 years

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yeah i’m like five years late shut up LMFAO

i was gonna draw an alt outfit with a red flannel on top but i can’t be bothered rn

dakota kreator (which is a possible placeholder last name) also goes by “koda” as a nickname

art dad because i’m not that creative

used to be a record album artist but transitioned to making art for albums in general so he’s a bit more tech savvy (also because he tries hard to not seem his age and be cool)

in the meantime he just finds out random hobbies to keep him busy, main ones are playing drums, knitting, and karaoke LMAOO

#unknownkona's art #dream daddy #ddadds #dream daddy dadsona #dadsona

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anna1306 · 2 years

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So... 1/13

Jealousy

Craig Cahn x Reader

Craig wasn't a stranger to jealousy. He was very confident man, don't get me wrong, but still he was jealous of few things here and there.

One of reasons he trained the whole team was that he wanted the girls to be the best. And who would teach them the best, if not their father? There were couple of candidates and girls were okay with them, but... Craig always found the reason to stay no matter what.

Before that there was Ashley. They hadn't had the healthiest relationship, not even by long shot, but they tried their best. And when they were together, Craig had something in him that always was against some weirdos near her. Or someone cool. Cooler than him. He was confident in himself, but still. Good thing their friendship was better.

But there was someone before girls. Before work, sports, Ashley, anyone and anything. There was you, his one and only bro, Y/N. Damn, you had a history together.

You were his bro. His roommate. His partner in every little and big crime he commited. You were always near him, in hangover, in sad times or in session times. There were happy times too, of course, but you were with him through thick and thin. Of course Craig fell in love. But... He couldn't be gay, could he?

He was dating girls. And while you were obviously gay, as you were very open about it, Craig wasn't. So it was... Strange, to say the least. He wasn't gay, yet here he was, crushing on a guy. On his best friend.

Of course he didn't say anything. You had Alex at the moment, and besides... You were bros! You can't say to your bro that you are in love with him. That's weird. But the silence didn't cancel the fact that Craig was jealous. He tried not to, but... Every time he saw you with Alex or just being flirted with by anyone else - his heart clenched and he yearned to be on their place.

When you parted ways and the years went by, Craig thought this crush would go away... And then you moved to cul-de-sac.

And from the moment you laughed at his first joke, Craig remembered, how deep in his crush was he. Shit, he was hopeless... Ashley joked on this theme too long time ago, noticing the "looks". But still, you weren't teenagers anymore. You were adults. Mature and serious, with children. And Craig was in love.

At first he tried to distract himself. With trainings, with work... He was doing what he could do the best - running away from the problem by drowning himself with chores and stuff. But you still found him time and time again, getting him out of his shell. And eventually you grew closer and closer up until the night in the forest.

He should have been happy. After all these long years and attempts in forgetting about his bro, he finally got to be with you. He could hug you, occasionally kiss and snuggle with you like old times at any moment, but... Craig was jealous.

Suddenly you became popular. You weren't ugly or nerdy at college, but still... You weren't THAT popular before. Never. And now it appeared that whole cul-de-sac was near you!

***

"Was that Hugo?" Craig stretched, jogging up to you, standing on his porch with cup of coffee. You were still sleepy, but smiled at him softly.

"Yep. Wanted to invite me to some... Wrestling match." You sipped on your coffee. Craig scoffed.

"You? Sorry, bro, but you aren't exactly wrestling material." He hugged you and kissed you before you could answer. You smelled like coffee and yesterday's nachos. So-so combination, but he had worse in his years and to him you were like home. You licked your lips, moving a bit away from him.

"Who told you we were talking about sports?" You made innocent face and looked in his eyes. Your act lasted just for a few seconds, but you broke it and laughed. "You should have seen your face, bro. Relax, I'm joking."

"Yeah... Right." Craig knew you were joking, but for a second he was panicking and darting between his thoughts. If not for the fact that he could be late for work, he even stayed with you and thought this over, but he was running late.

***

Next up was Joseph. He was pastor, Craig knew that, but... Did he really need to stay at your house with martini all the time? And even more than that...

"Craig, good to see you. Can you come over for a second?" Christiansen called out to him, when he was jogging near his house. There was no way out of this, so Craig sighed and ran to the pastor. "Please, return this to Y/N. He forgot his jacket when he was over at my place for the cookie baking. You.. seem a little stressed, are you fine?"

"Never been better." Craig managed to squeeze that out of him, jogging with your jacket right away. He was irrational. Joseph was married, he was very righteous, he wouldn't cheat on anyone and wouldn't interfere with your relationship... But why were you always at his house trying to bake?! He had a kitchen too!

***

Damien... Always so intelligent, so polite, so... Dark and alluring! Craig could have looked at him once or twice, but that was before you returned into his life.

"Wait, you are going where?" Craig turned to you with very puzzled expression. He heard it right... Right?

"Tea party. Damien and me meet once every two or three weeks and discuss... Books. Yeah, books." You came up to him and kissed him on cheek, blushing for some reason. "I'll be back for your awful healthy dinner and then we'll spend time together."

"My cooking isn't awful!"

"But it is healthy, that is the same, bro." You snickered and went out the door. Maybe Craig should have been more... Interesting? Elegant like Damien? Read more, be extravagant? He imagined himself in Victorian cloak and shivered. Nope... Wasn't for him.

***

Brian was friendly with everyone and Craig himself went with him fishing. He didn't even thought that something was wrong, but your bickering with him was entertaining to say the least.

"You have a good fish, but I got bigger one." Brian showed his trophy and Craig couldn't help but agree with him. He did get the bigger one.

"And I... I..." You looked around as if finding something to boast about and your gaze fell on Craig. Oh no. "And I have a boyfriend." You blurted out.

"That's so cool! Happy for both of you!" Brian laughed and for a second Craig was relaxed. Finally, he could just be calm and enjoy quiet fishing with his friend and boyfriend... "Have I told you, guys, about the woman I met the other day?.." Oh no (x2). But you looked so energetic, so happy right now, bickering with him. Maybe Craig should argue with you more? It got you fired up like nothing else, for sure.

***

"What's the smell?" Craig hugged you from behind and kissed the nape of your neck, making you shriek from surprise.

"Bro, you gonna give me the heart attack!" You smacked his shoulder. He only laughed and looked at the sweets on the table. "Mat gave his new menu to try. Said he's positive the girls will love it."

"Mat? Girls have the game soon, they can't have all of that." Craig furrowed his brows, knowing fully well that the twins would be ecstatic about these, but... You were so excited too. "And I thought you cooked it..."

"You kidding me? If I cooked that, the kitchen would be on fire!" You laughed and turned in his arms to kiss him quickly. "The girls can have a cheat night. And you should too. Other 80% of goodies I will deal with. Mat would be glad to hear my opinion."

Another thing for him to think about? Should he listen to you more? Craig watched you as you were munching on muffins and thought about every time he asked you on your thoughts. Maybe he did have to ask about your opinion... And cook sometimes something like that, and not just healthy food.

***

Alright, this was the last straw. Wake up in the middle of the night to the phone call from none other than Robert to hear your drunk voice in the background? No way Craig could let that slide. His imagination was throwing things in his head and he imagined you with Robert in not very friendly way.

Cahn nearly ran his way from the house to the Robert's place, thanking God that they all lived very closely. Small opened his door as soon as Craig stepped on his porch, as if he had been waiting for him. Robert scowled at serious Craig, but let him in.

"He got drunk before I even knew it." You were sprawled on the floor, mumbling something under your breath. "Came here, said he needed to unwind, I got my old stash."

"I thought you got sober." Craig came closer to you, kneeling and sighing in relief. He was stupid. You were drunk, but not... Cheating. Shit, he had to think better of you.

"I am. But whiskey didn't disappear on its own, you know. The shit is happening between you two?"

"Nothing. Why are you asking?" Craig looked up in confusion at annoyed Robert.

"He was blubbering about how strange and distant you became. Look, I'm not a fucking psychologist. I'm not gonna intervene in whatever the hell you have going between you two. But he's my friend. And you don't want to know what I do with the ones that hurt my friends." For a second his eyes became cold and almost angry, but Craig knew better than that. Robert wouldn't hurt anyone for that matter. Cahn sighed and helped you get up from the floor.

"I guess we'll both have to talk it out. Thanks." The man sighed and got you on the street. The walk was silent, you were drunkenly moving your legs, he was in his head. You stopped on Craig's porch and sat on it, not going to get up apparently.

"Let's go, we need to get you to sleep." Craig sighed and tried to raise you up again.

"You don't love me anymore?" Your quiet question made him freeze. You looked on the ground and didn't react even when he sat beside you.

"What?! Of course not, why are you asking?"

"You react strange. Always in your thoughts, or frowning. Even Briar asked if anything happened." Shit, if his daughter noticed something, he couldn't hide it. But still he couldn't say his stupid thoughts outloud. Craig sighed and tried to smile.

"It's nothing serious, I promise! It's just... You often go to others... And I work and everything, so it seems like there's a problem and we don't have it, just you are busy being friends with everyone and I am busy with work and..."

"Wow, wait... Bro, are you jealous?" You looked at Craig questioningly and now it was his turn to look at the grass.

"What?! No, I am not, I..." He chuckled and looked at you. All of his fun was gone. "Is it that obvious?"

"Dude, yes! Gosh, I thought I did something wrong and here you are thinking some bullshit!" You pushed him into his arm, but he didn't even move. "Why are you jealous? I literally didn't do or say anything. And others didn't too, did they?"

"It's not your fault, it's just... You spend so much time with them and I am glad that you have friends, believe me, I'm just... I am not enough, right? I don't go to the sports games and not so smart like Hugo and don't cook sweets like Mat. I am not that elegant and have shitty advices sometimes. I am just boring and not interesting. Sometimes I think I am not enough for you." Craig blurted all of it and lowered his head. He was too much in himself that now it all just flew out of his mouth. He stiffened, when he heard a rustle near him, but you only put a head on his shoulder.

"You're an idiot, bro, you know that?" You whispered. "If you were all of that, I would stay at my place all the time and not come over. You... Inspire me to be better, remind me that you have to work in order to get somewhere. Dude, you are more than sexy body that I like to hug and kiss. You are more than enough."

"You really mean that?" Craig looked at you hopefully. You smiled softly at him and smacked his leg.

"Ask that one more time and in the morning I'll throw up in your running shoes instead of toilet, bro." Cahn laughed and hugged you tightly. He sighed and closed his eyes. "Sorry I forgot how low your self-esteem can be. I promise, bro I will say that I cherish you more. No arguements on that."

"I'm fine with it. If you let me cherish you too, bro." Craig leaned in and kissed you slowly. Even if you smelled like whiskey and Robert's couch. Shit, all more reasons for him to just replace that scent with anything else...

"Dad?" Craig moved away from you and looked up to see sleepy Hazel in the doorframe looking at you both. "River woke up and is crying. Should we feed her or you..."

"Sorry, dear, I will go to her right now. Go back." He almost forgot about children in his feelings. The girl went back into the house, while you slowly stood up.

"So I guess you gonna kiss River and me goodnight." You giggled a bit drunkenly, walking into the house. You wondered where Craig was, but only for a second. He went right after you, grabbing your waist and almost biting you in the neck.

"I will not only kiss you for the night..."

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