#also i got a little sunburned on my cheeks :(

[0ddity]

went to the beach today and it was really fun until a guy flashed me in the bathroom right as we were leaving :(

[lovebugism]

Ohh can I please request something fluffy and funny for Eddie with the prompt “ I forgot to pack my enthusiasm. ”? Maybe him, reader and all the gang (if you want to add them too) go to a trip to the beach and Eddie is not very enthusiastic about it because of you know, sunburn, sand everyone and then something touch his foot while he is in the water and he is like "nope, ok I'm out of here".

Sorry if it's too specific 😅

hi love! thanks for your request!! — the one where eddie hates the beach, but he's super in love with you (fluff, established relationship, 1.5k)

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“I just put on sunscreen!” Eddie grouses like a child as you smear the lotion over his milky white shoulders. 

The cool cream mixed with the magic of your touch makes his skin prickle with chill bumps. Despite his boyish dramatics, he sits obediently on the edge of your shared bed as you lather him with sun protectant. He’ll take any opportunity to be touched by you.

You scoff. “Yeah, on your tattoos.”

“Well, where else is it supposed to go?”

You want to scold him, but he flashes you a look from beneath his lashes before you can. His chocolate syrup eyes blink up at you, brows furrowed in a puppy-like pout. You don’t even realize you’re smiling at him until you’re already grinning like an idiot.

“What’s the point of only putting sunscreen in one place?” you ask, laughing while you smooth the cream over his arms. You hold his wrist in one hand and rub it in with the other, doing it for both arms until the white sheen is mostly gone. “You might as well just put it on the rest of your body.”

“I don’t care about the rest of my body.”

“Well, I care about the rest of your body, Eddie Munson,” you retort with a stern sort of gentleness. 

You see a twinkle form in the dark brown of his wide eyes and a smile quirk the edges of his pink lips. You can practically hear the sex joke bouncing around in his head — “you take extra good care of the rest of my body, too, sweetheart.” 

Before he can say anything, you continue.

“And I don’t want you to get skin cancer, alright?” you argue as you smear the sunscreen over his chest. 

He’s as soft as he is pale, almost obscenely so. Your fingers glide over his skin with ease, occasionally running over his tattoos and the sparse hair sprinkled on his sternum. You caress him absentmindedly — touching him just to touch him and totally forgetting you’re doing him a service. 

“Also, I really don’t wanna hear you complain about getting sunburnt.”

“Rude,” he pouts.

You meet his playful scowl with a smile. 

With what’s left over on your fingertips, you rub the rest of the sunscreen onto his face. Your thumbs smear over his chin, nose, and the apples of his cheeks. Your fingers disappear beneath his fluffy bangs when you make sure to get his forehead, too.

“For caring about you? Absolutely.”

He grins at your admission of love — not entirely an ‘I love you’ but basically the same thing. 

As your fingers dance over his face, his eyes flit down to the rest of your body. Your chest is level with his face now. He can’t be entirely blamed for his ogling.

You’re wearing the bathing suit he got you — his one condition to coming on this trip with you and the rest of the gang. 

It was black to match his swim trunks and mostly plain because he couldn’t really afford anything else. The high-waisted bottoms fan out in a pretty little skirt, and the bikini is clasped together with a metal heart in the center.

“Maybe we should stay in today,” Eddie advises with his head tilted to his shoulder. His hands creep around the backs of your thighs, urging you to step closer between his legs. His chocolate gaze lingers on the pendant between your breasts before his eyes flit up to yours. 

He smiles and his words drip from his mouth like honey. “We can have our own fun in here, you know?”

“As good as that sounds…” you singsong as you smooth a few ornery curls behind his ear. “…I sorta promised Max I’d let her teach me out to surf… And also, I really wanna swim.”

Eddie deflates. His boyish pout returns to him, and he groans.

You laugh when the boy flops dramatically back onto the mattress. 

“C’mon, Eds! You could at least try and have a good time!”

“Yeah, I think I forgot to pack my enthusiasm this trip, sweetheart…”

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you tease, climbing onto the bed beside him. You maneuver on your knees until you’re sitting just next to him, your feet curled beneath you. His hand rises to your thigh like its muscle memory for him. His warm palm spreads over your skin. You smooth a hand over his pale knuckles. “It’s gonna be fun, okay? I promise.”

“No. It’s gross,” he retorts with his features contorted in abhorrence. “The water is disgusting, and you get sand in places sand should never be, and I hate it.”

He tilts his cheek to the mattress to flash you a dramatic pout, wide-eyed and jut-lipped. You meet it with a more mischievous grin as you lean over him. Your smirking face is level with his, your breasts so achingly close. 

“Well, I’ll help you clean off when we get back, yeah? Make sure all the side is off you,” you offer, almost whispering in your honeyed tone. You arch a brow down at him. “Sound like a plan?”

Eddie nods, slow and sloppy, until the words catch up to him. 

He stammers, “Yeah— Yeah, that… That sounds… Yeah.”

—————

You try and fail to surf. Max Mayfield turned out to be a pretty good teacher, and you actually got the hang of balancing pretty quickly, but salt water up the nose was no joke. You coughed until your chest ached, eyes watering and nostrils stinging.

Eddie sat on the shore with you, crouched at your side while he patted between your shoulder blades with a firm hand. “Shit, babe. You okay?” he questioned with his features scrunched in worry. You nodded even though your throat was raw. He begged you to stay out of the water, but you only begged him to play a game of chicken against Robin and Steve in return. 

It isn’t any wonder who won that argument.

You were sitting on Eddie’s shoulders some minutes later, wherein you also tried and failed to win at chicken. 

Robin Buckley was far stronger than anyone has ever given her credit for. You like to think you put up a good fight, but the second her hands curled around your forearms, you were a goner.

The water sparkles around you when you feel backwards into it. You plug your nose as you plunge, still distantly fearful of getting water up it again, but you don’t hurry to return to the surface. The water is warm and feels like the most vivid shade of blue. 

You revel in it for a few moments until you hear panicking from up above you.

“What the shit?” you hear Eddie shout, muffled until your head’s above water again. The waves jostle you as the boy begins to flail. “What the shit?!”

“What? What’s wrong?” Steve shouts for you because you haven’t got the breath for it yet.

“Something touched me!”

Your brows furrow. Through labored breaths, you wonder, “What?”

Eddie snaps his head over to you. His damp curls stick to his cheeks and forehead, glowing red from fleeting panic and a day in the sun. His eyes are wide and swimming with boyish horror. “Something touched my foot!”

Robin ducks underwater to look. 

Dustin, playing lifeguard some feet away, dives in behind her with his goggles. They’re almost cartoonishly too big for his round face. 

You stay on the surface with Eddie. Your eyes flit from his retreating figure to the two kids searching for whatever had frightened him.

Dustin comes up first. He inhales a sharp gasp before shouting, ���Everyone stay calm! It’s just a turtle!” he announces, though most of the group is too far away to hear him. Or otherwise care.

“You hear that, Eds?” you shout to the boy walking to shore with one eye squinted to hide from the sun. A giggle sputters from your mouth before you can stop it. “It’s just a turtle, babe!”

Eddie shakes his head like a wet dog. He hates the feeling of it sticking to his face, even more so when it’s all straw-like from salt water. That, combined with grains of burning sand between his toes, is almost unbearable.

“Nope. Don’t care. I’m done,” he complains like a child.

“C’mon, Eds—”

“I love you, but I think I hate that beach more,” Eddie interjects as he wraps a towel around his shoulders. He stands beneath the shaded umbrella, crosses his arms over his chest, and shivers when a cooler breeze rolls by. It makes the water droplets on his reddened skin feel like ice. “I mean, it’s really close, babe, but I can’t take it anymore.”

You stay in the water, kicking your feet and moving your arms to stay afloat, as you admire the boy on the beach. He’s a raincloud standing underneath a yellow sun, otherworldly levels of cute despite how visibly grumpy he is.

You shake your head — both at his dramatics and how much you adore him despite them. 

“I love you, Eddie Munson,” you confess softly, looking at him with the fondest smile anyone’s ever looked at him with.

His chest warms. He can’t tell if it’s from your words or the sunburn he’s getting even though you spent several minutes putting sunscreen on him. 

He grumbles, too pouty to be kind, “I am never letting you do this to me again.”

[xoxochb]

Heyy I was wondering if you could do Leo Valdez x fem Poseidon reader hc but on the beach together? And the Poseidon girl got sun burnt cheeks while playing in the water and suddenly seeing a baby green sea turtle and she is just casually having a conversation with it while Leo is just nodding along and also admiring her a little?

⋆·˚ ༘ * clear blue water, high tide came and brought you in

warnings: short

pairing: leo valdez x daughter of poseidon

you loved the beach

it’s probably assumed because you’re the daughter of the sea god, but you like to think that you’d like the beach regardless

the worst part of the beach, however, was sunburns.

a pinkish-red hue was coating your cheeks, burning at the touch of the sun rays, but you couldn’t care less because all you cared about was swimming with your boyfriend

“y/n/n, how about we take a break from swimming? your cheeks are all red” leo asks worriedly

“you’re not my mom” you glare at him

“no- but I am-” he was cut off by you rushing to the shore, “what’re you doing?”

“a turtle!” you beam, and start conversing with it

leo doesn’t know what the sea animal is saying to you, but all he knows is that your happy, and it comforts him to see you smiling. he watches you with a lovesick expression, admiring the way you get along with the sea creature so easily, and the way your hair falls almost perfectly into place, your smile so wide, cheeks red from the heat of the sun, he was in deep

“leo! get over here!” you beckon him over, and he wastes no time to rush over to the shore, eager to be beside you

[library-ducky]

Ghouls on vacation

Totally not inspired by me going to the seaside over the weekend. Not at all.

HEADCANONS UNDER THE CUT, LET'S GO

AETHER

gets everything set up

if there's a Papa nearby, he will make him sit down and rest, no buts

he'll go swimming, but will not put his head under the water. And he'll do at least one dive-bomb to soak any unfortunate soul who is close enough

he'll read crime mistery books while lounging on a deck chair (bonus point if there's a beer in his hand)

he has the Dad™️ fit: flip-flops, swimming trunks (with palm trees or dolphins or pineapples on them), an open hawaian shirt and the sunglasses and baseball cap combo

RAIN

knows how to surf

idk how or when or where he'd learn, but he DOES

also the sun brings out his bioluminescent spots (the biology probably doesn't check out but idc, I headcanon that he has bioluminescent freckles and the sun brings out freckles so)

(in his human glamour), he doesn't tan a lot (I might be projecting but it's *MY* headcanon and *I* get to choose the bitch that will simply not tan 😤)

if possible, he'll unglamour just to dive as deep as he can go

he's the bastard that brings out the pretty rocks and seashells

might also befriend a fish or two while he's at it

he pulls the "my hair is wet so I have to shake the water off OH NO I WAS STANDING TOO CLOSE AND SOMEONE GOT SPRAYED this surely was not on purpouse I would never 🥺👉🏻👈🏻"

PHANTOM

he'd be a bit scared to go in at first, but ultimately would get coaxed into it

he swims by doggy paddling for the better part of his time at the beach. He knows how to swim, that's just more fun to him

builds sandcastles (and honestly slays at it)

hates the feeling of salt in his hair after it dries, so Cumulus brings a water bottle along so he can rinse it out when he gets out of the sea

he gets HUNGRY after a swim

tries to dive along with Rain, but isn't able to go as deep since he's not a water Ghoul. He will, however, make it his job to point out pretty seashells and demand Rain gets them for him

SWISS

an absolute heathen in the water

he'll creep up behind people (mostly Dew or Phantom) and push their head under the water

he steals a bucket from Phantom and uses it to absolutely SOAK Aurora with the water he scoops from the sea

he tans both in human glamour and in actual Ghoul form

also knows how to surf (dude bro energy fr fr)

he'll be a menace and playfully tease and torment everyone but as soon as someone tells him to stop, he'll be on his best behaviour

reminds everyone to drink water (resorted to throwing a bottle at Rain's head one time cuz he would ignore him and refuse to stop swimming. Rain listened immediately)

DEWDROP

hair in a high bun IMMEDIATELY, will NOT let them get wet

unless Swiss pulls him under, but that usually warrants Swiss getting chased up and down the beach for 15 minutes with a fuming (HAH) Dew behind him

he'd bring a sunshade umbrella to stick in the sand (and then not use it cuz he likes to bask in the sun)

he'd also join Phantom in his sandcastle endeavours by digging a moat around the structure

will swim, but only for a little bit, he'd rather make himself sizzle in the sun

he doesn't really tan, but also doesn't get a sunburn (something something fire Ghoul)

Cumulus still manhandles him into putting on sunscreen (as she does with everyone)

MOUNTAIN

THE SUN MAKES HIS FRECKLES SO PROMINENT AND EVERYONE LOOKS AT HIM LIKE 💖👄💖

usually throws his hair into a haphazard bun and leaves it like that for the entire time

he jumps into the water EXCLUSIVELY by diving headfirst

he doesn't mind the salt on his skin after he dries off, he's used to the grime from the greenhouse and the gardens anyways

he tans, and the freckles on his shoulders/back/collarbone get much more visible as well

his cheeks also get a bit pinker from the sun and everyone calls him adorable because of it

will observe the local flora and fauna, he just can't help himself honestly (and he WILL tell Rain all the sea life fun facts he knows)

drinks only water, but occasionally he'll treat himself to a pre-mixed cocktail if Cumulus brings any (she always does)

CUMULUS

mom friend fr

brings an extra tube of sunscreen (both for the body and the face) just in case someone forgets

manhandles EVERYONE into putting it on

also brings some extra towels in case someone gets theirs wet by accident or forgets it completely

she packs snacks and fruit, as well as drinks (the cooler bag carried by Aether, of course)

she likes swimming, and doesn't mind diving or getting her hair wet (her hair gets really curly and fluffy when it's dry and everyone thinks it's the cutest thing ever)

reads romance novels

she steals the sunshade from Dew, he doesn't need it anyways

helps people to brush out their hair if they need it after a swim

the only person who could convince Rain to get out of the water immediately

CIRRUS

Rich Wine Aunt energy and she shows it

black bikini with a black sheer robe over it

big sunglasses and a big ass hat as well

she doesn't really go swimming a lot, she preferes to tan

reads horror novels on the beach

usually drinks a cosmopolitan cocktail while she lounges, sometimes (although rarely) a beer

she keeps her hair down for the added Dramatic Effect

she keeps everyone (or at least the Ghouls not in the water) cool with her air magic (Dew asked her to stop doing that for him cuz he likes burning in the sun)

will not tolerate being bothered in her peace (she will, actually, but she'll be extremely annoyed about it)

SUNSHINE

much like Dew, she loves to bask in the warmth of the sun

her hair gets hella curly and bouncy from the salt water

she has a whole "after tanning" routine so her skin won't get messed up

also she tans quite a lot

uses a tanning jam

likes to nap under the sunshade with Cumulus

she puts on headphones, plays some music aaaaand she's dozing off

the third surfer of the group (YES I'M HAVING "MALIBU RISING" BRAINROT IT'S SUCH A GOOD SUMMER BOOK)

makes necklaces out of the shells Rain picks up (if she manages to convince him to give some up)

star shaped sunglasses

AURORA

helps Phantom build sandcastles

also brings pretty rocks (and steals shells from Rain when he's not there) to decorate them

she LOVES swimming and diving

"her hair turns bright pink in salt water" ~@ligovskaya (okay Barbie mermaid toy moment 💅🏻✨️)

she does her nails on theme (either to do with the sea, the beach, fish, so on and so forth)

is in the process of learning how to surf and is being taught by Sunshine

she likes to listen to music but like on an ipod shuffle with wired headphones

has heart shaped sunglasses (got them from Sunshine cuz she decided that she's adopting Aurora as a sister, therefore they have to match)

she has the cutest, frilliest pink bathing suit (she's a pink girlie to me)

uses a tanning jam as well, but mostly because it smells nice

okay, this is it for now, I will gladly do other Ghouls or Papas if you guys want, you can pop into my ask box as well :3

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ reblogs are appreciated ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

fluffy kid!stancest first kiss on glass shard beach would be so cute maybe by the swings or when they first find what would become the stan o war

combining these two together, but 2nd anon PLEASE know your ask got me writing old stancest at first that immediately turned hurt and comfort, so i'll be posting that when i actually finish it udndhdhdu this one is a bit of a rush job, BUT i hope you guys like it! this is my first time writing kid stancest, trying to run my head over how boys just banter and this is the best i could relay lmao. also if ford's internal dialogue isnt as flowery as it ought to be, it's mostly because i do still want it to sound like it's coming from a child, and i imagine Ford's internal dialogue wasn't fully realized until he's at least a littls older, you know?

anyway enough stalling: please enjoy!

~~~

Ford thinks he could stay like this forever.

Sitting on a crate, Stanford watches Stanley draw on the sand with the end of a big stick, planning all their great adventures when they finally get out of this place, the promise of their Big Day of Adventure made them giddy all day, bouncing on the heels of their feet all over the beach until the deck guys they "borrowed" a can of paint from earlier found them, chasing them off and forcing the two of them to take cover. They did, only belatedly realizing they had to come back for their ship since their dream did rely on them fixing up the boat to be in top condition for it to sail. Luckily they didn't take their ship, so the two of them were able to push it back into the alcove they found it, keeping it their own little secret.

Ford looks at it in awe again. In bold letters, "The Stan O' War" stares back at him. Their promise of the future. A future with his brother, forever

"And then— Poindexter are ya listening?!" Stan asks, tapping the stick lightly on Ford's head who swats it away with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah! I am, I am!"

"Good, cuz you better hear this!" Stan resumes drawing on the sand. Ford looks down, tilting his head quizically.

"Why are we standing on top of the sun?"

"That's an octopus!" Stan points to the pile of squigly lines Ford thought had been the ocean. "See?"

"That's still kinda impossible."

"Aw, shuddap!" Stan scoffs playfully, then proceeds to draw fish tails with long noses and circle ends.  "Of course its possible! This is after I killed it, and we're doin' a victory cheer on top of it!" Stan pumps his fist in the air, and begins chanting, echoing loud across the alcove: "PINES! PINES! PINES! And after—"

"Wait, how did we kill it?"

"I beat it up, duh!"

"What did I do?"

Stan huffs. "You math, science and bored it to death, you big nerd," he says with an annoyed expression, which quickly gives away to snickers as he dodges the fistful of sand Ford throws in his direction, leaving a grainy cloud in its wake. Stan points back at his drawing, at the long nosed fish with lines protruding off the top. Until Ford blinks, and tilts his head again, realizing that the messy scribbles are probably meant to be... "Anyway, after we totally beat this giant octopus monster, all the mermaid babes will be all over us! They'd give us kisses, and hugs, and and–"

Covering his mouth with his hand, Ford snorts loudly. "Stanley... you want to kiss fish ladies?"

An offended look crosses Stan's face, and if it wasn't for the sunburn already staining his and Ford's skin an angry, blistering red, Ford could swear Stan was blushing, his cheeks puffing, brown eyes wide and fists clenching. Cute, Ford thinks, so quickly, he almost doesn't catch it.

But he does.

Just like how his shoulder catches Stan's fists, sending him to more fits of giggling as he goes down.

"Shaddup, shaddup, shut uuuuuuuup," Stan continues his playful assault, clearly trying to not to smile, but Ford's laughter catches him like the infectious bug that went around school three months ago, and his grin stretches wild as he pushes Ford to the ground, and planting himself on Ford's short legs. Ford's hand land on his shoulders, trying and obviously failing at pushing off his stronger brother with all his twelve fingered might, but maybe it's because Ford is laughing too much he's out of breath, chest shaking while he heaves his giggles. Maybe it's the weird but nice heaviness Stan is forcing on him, and Ford counts that as the fifth time this day Stan made him feel that: 'weird but nice.'

Yesterday was seven whole times.

"Get off me, jerk!"

"You're the jerk," Stan argues, catching Ford's hands and pinning them down to the sand, grinning at Ford who's completely caught under him. "You've been making fun of me the whole time!"

"No I wasn't! I think it's cool you wanna kiss fish ladies!"

"They're not fish ladies, Sixer! They're mermaids!" Stan argues, looking a lot like Ford when he exasperatedly explains that solving the daily crossword on the newspaper is not lame, just with the additional large gap between his teeth, bandage on his face, cute puffy cheeks, which almost sends Ford to another laughing fit. "Mermaids are cool! No, they're hot!"

"If you say so," Ford shrugs, feeling the soft grains of sand move against his back. "They'd smell like fish though, but I think you would like that."

"Pfff," Stan lets go and straightens up to blow a raspberry, tilting himself to flop onto the sand next to Ford, moving so his fingers brushed Ford's when at their hips. Sixth. "Like you're any different. I bet you have a lot of weird stuff you wanna kiss too. You're obsessed with your ano– anama—"

"Anamolies."

"Aliens. I bet you wanna kiss aliens."

"No I don't!"

"Yeah, you do!"

"I don't," Ford insists, but he's definitely thought about it. Not in a weird way, of course. He wonders about kissing a lot of things, like growing boys do, like the health developmental sections of science books say so! Girls. Boys sometimes.

Boys most of the time.

A boy, most of the time.

"If you say so," Stan repeats dismissively, stretching his arms over his head while Ford watches behind his glasses. Feeling the sand starting to get to that 'pointy, sticky and annoying' state when someone lays on it, he sits up, eyes landing on the Stan O' War again. Stan follows, quickly sitting up.

"What'cha thinking of?"

"Just wondering the capability of weight distribution on the boat."

"Uh...."

"I wonder if it's actually strong enough to hold us up to sail. We're gonna have to fix that up before we take it to the water, remember? Maybe it's not even built for two people."

The last part came out of his mouth without thinking, and Ford is alarmed with the quick moment of doubt. For a second, their dream seemed a little impossible.

Stan pushes himself up, and runs to the stationed boat.

"Stan? What are you—"

"Keep up, Sixer!" Stan exclaims, grabbing onto the ledge of the boat, and suddenly Ford is running after his brother. All caution thrown out of his system when Stan lifts himself over the edge and on top of the boat's deck effortlessly.

"Stan!"

"Look, Ford, it's fine!" Stan exclaims, arms spread wide and standing victoriously. Ford grabs hold of the ledge, and tries to lift his legs over, only to almost fall off with a "Whoa!"— until Stan's hand latches onto his.

"Hold on," Stan tugs until Ford's body lifts high enough for him to wrap his arms around Ford's shoulders. He grunts, pulling the rest of his twin's body with all his strength before falling onto the deck, Ford landing on top of his legs.

Somehow, they find themselves almost exactly as before, just in reverse, skin still grainy and sticky and hot-red, Ford's chest shaking again but this time it's from panting in the short burst of physical activity. His face close to Stan's, Ford feels a bubbling in his chest, a little tingle all over his skin. One he wants to blame on the summer heat still simmering outside the cave or maybe the sunburn all over his back and torso, but it's not that.

Seventh.

"You're kinda heavy for a stick, Sixer."

Ford punches his shoulder this time, smirking. "Shut up, jerk."

"Now you hate it," Stan comes back smugly, then glances down at the deck. "Hey, look! It can hold the both of us after all!"

Remembering his previous concerns, he looks down on the boat, then raps his knuckles onto the floorboards. It's actually pretty sturdy for how old Ford theorized it to be. That's pretty cool.

"Guess we can cross that out of the stuff we have to fix up," Ford concludes. He pushes his glasses over his nose, thinking deeply again. "Still have a lot of stuff to consider though. Plus, who knows how much bigger we'll get too..." He muses, mostly to himself.

So many to consider... Ford doesn't think even his freakish hands could count all the ways it could go right, or wrong, if it goes anywhere at all... it's kind of big, and open, and Ford thinks it's almost like the ocean itself.

"Eh, don't worry about that stuff so much, Sixer," Stan shrugs, his voice breakjng through Ford's train of thought. Ford realizes he's still very much on Stanley's legs, and maybe it's because all the running, pushing, wrestling they've done all day that completely wrung him out, or maybe it's because the warm bubbling in his chest that overflows and keeps his own legs stuck like sap, but unlike Stan, Ford can't bring himself to move off, move away from Stan. His brown eyes wide, grin with a goofy gap in the teeth and cheeks puffing, Stan looks ready to sail off right then and there.

"As long as you've got me, we can do everything. We're getting out of this place no matter what."

Ford smiles warmly. Somehow he could never get tired doing that around his brother and that's weird. It's nice. His hands find Stan's shoulders, and without thinking, he blurts out:

"Stanley... It wasn't aliens."

"Wait, wha—"

And Ford presses his lips to Stan's. He doesn't really know how to do this. It's kinda gross, with Stan tasting like sand and sweat from rolling around it all day, but so did Ford and getting past that, it just feels good. Almost on instinct, he pulls away panic rising at throat, because Oh no, Stan will think I'm a freak too.

But Stan leans forward too, almost knocking Ford's glasses away and also not knowing what he's doing, but it feels nice. Really, really nice.

Eighth.

Ford thinks he could stay counting those forever.

~~

If you like this send another prompt or a prompt of your own! Hope you liked this anons, be it sufficiently fluffy enough lmao

[2demondogs]

May i request a Kieran x Reader where they just go on a cute picnic date with Branwhen just grazing the grass in the distance. Maybe somewhere pretty like the fields of little creek river. (Let's ignore the humongous O'driscoll hide out in the middle of it for kierans sake🥲)

This is CUTE you guys serve when u serve me the fluff prompts! Also I want to eat this fucking game's graphics. Imagine a Walmart on this river <3.

Girls, theys, and he/hims heart Kieran's autism swag.

Words: 1.4k Tags: Gender-neutral reader, romantic fluff, established relationship, my usual autistic Kieran

The gray hairs spotting Kieran's face and temples look as white as Branwen's in the afternoon sun hanging over Big Valley. He'd taken his hat off, and the splotchy suntan lain over his pale skin is already turning bright with fresh burns, the freckles faded in the wake of soon to form ones.

Always cold, that man; though he had insisted that this rock was simply the perfect place for a picnic and, since half of it was burning up under the shine, he would let you have the shade. He is a gentleman, of course.

It's mostly sunburn on his cheeks. Kieran never does get both his feet beneath him until its almost time for you two to part ways, and any progress he made towards it today was lost when you moved to sit side-by-side with him, insisting the shade got you chilled. The sun has been hot on your back since, warming you to the bone.

He only let your horses loose to roam an hour ago, and he'd made two trips to his saddlebag for a smoke before bringing the entire carton with him. Pleased, are you, to notice that he always sits right back where he was, knee knocking yours and shoulders a polite inch apart.

The chestnut on Branwen's paint-spatter coat looks almost as warm orange as the carton's printing beneath the sun, now, laying opened and near empty in front of you on the rocky ground of a boulder overlooking Little Creek River. Glittering, the water runs clearer after the rain storms that came last week and washed it fresh. If you asked, Kieran would probably know where it leads out to; the knowledge escapes you, now.

Tobacco shreds have fallen out of half-smoked cigarettes tucked back inside, marring the foil wrapper with smudges of black ash that mark Kieran's fingers as he takes another. Down a short slope, the sound of running water nearly drowns the scratch of the match against the rough pad on the box when he lights it.

He offers it to you, first, with that searching expression as if you might slap his hand away entirely— but he's already offered you three others, so you shake your head. Smoking or eating, both seem to calm Kieran's nerves, and your meals were gone quickly. Only two small pound cakes lay wrapped in cloth atop your own satchel, which serves as makeshift table for whatever needn't touch the ground.

You don't think you've ever heard him talk this much, either. His voice is thick and crackly with smoke, louder as he goes on until he must be confident that you like the conversation and his volume breaks even over the rocks. You aren't sure how long you've been sitting and listening, nor when, exactly, it drifted into sitting and staring at the man beside you. Peppered beard, the lines on his face, how his nose bridge twists downwards and how sparse his brows are, the dark brown of his hair bleached away by the sun.

Maybe he has good reason to get timid when you're alone. If you look anywhere near as lovesick as you feel, you would shy away from it, too.

Kieran talks about nothing in particular, when he gets going like this: what he remembered from childhood, his first horse and that he can't remember his first dog though he knows there was one and it was one of them big ones; where he grew up, stories his mother and father had told him before the cholera took them; living on the streets before his time in the—

"Wait," you interrupt him, straightening up some. "You were in the army?"

Kieran pauses mid-sentence, seeming to forget his story in the treeline far ahead of you. The foggy, anxious look which had fallen over his eyes clears when they fix on you again.

"Yeah," he says, as if it is no big story. It's regular enough, sure, though most of the men in camp never served, but it wasn't something you'd expected from him. "Food and a place to live. Why not?"

Well, that's one way to put it, you think, and you find yourself endeared by how little water these things hold to him.

"How long?" You ask.

He opens his mouth to answer, before his brain catches up to his body and he sinks into himself. "Two weeks," Kieran sighs. "Didn't even fight," — scratching the back of his neck, nodding to where his legs are crossed in front of him as if to demonstrate — "They said I got... neurasthenia, or somethin', 'n' I's too scrawny. Weren't putting on weight good enough." His eye twitches some. "Couldn't read, neither. Hard time writin', too..."

If you let him go on, he'll find a million reasons for why he still can't serve in the military or perhaps even detail his thoughts on the fitness of everyone in camp, and so you interject: "Fuck the army."

Kieran barks a laugh. "Got a mouth on you, don't you?"

And then he's back to talking about nothing in particular, letting one thought trail into another. It's interesting, how fast his mind runs and the off-shooting roads it takes. If you remember correctly, he began divulging the more precise details of his life to you simply because you asked if he had a favorite brand of smokes and he said yes, Pa smoked these, they smell like home.

To you, they've always smelled bitter. Some of the chocolate-y underlayers of the tobacco flavoring grow stronger each pack he breaks open.

Even beyond how pleasing his voice is to you, the familiar pauses and breathy quality when he's talked too long, is the far away look in his eyes, as if he's reliving everything he speaks of. This quality has made him weary and vulnerable, sure; but he seems to like the memories he's sharing now, and you know that in this life it's these things which are more precious than pain.

Kieran will tell anyone how the O'Driscolls treated him, or what happened before he rode with them. When men don't have much love laying around, it takes trust to share it.

Another turn comes about.

"Pa was a mil't'ry man, too," Kieran says. Too, like he's fought as many battles, God, I love him, you think. "'Fore he died, he always said we'd move away, out to California. Find some gold or start a farm, he liked the idea of a farm more, he said," — a pause, a fond little smile as he turns to you and looks past your shoulder — "Said that way we'd have a herd o' horses, so I'd have somethin' to like about it." He rubs his chin, remembers the hair there, looks away again. "Jesus, I oughtta been eight or so."

You smooth your shirt, pull your knees to your chest in a loose hold. "Maybe we'll have a farm out west someday," you say, not really thinking. "Or some kinda horse ranch, where we make money boardin' 'em for folks. All kinds of rich folk who pay for that."

Kieran looks at you with a lopsided grin. "D'you mean that?"

And he looks so hopeful, so very glad that you'd ever suggest you wanted a life together. An ache starts in your chest, tight and hard to swallow. Being part of his stories that he runs off when the quiet is too loud— it's not a bad idea at all.

You nod. "Once we're too old 'n' frail for this life," you say, bite back a smile as you reach to move the back of your hand down his chest. "Or maybe just once I'm too frail, Mister Two Weeks."

Kieran flushes. "Hey, now," he says, but he catches your hand in his before you can pull it back, presses his lips to the knuckles. His beard and mustache are scratchy, lips chapped.

You grin. "S'rry. That was mean, wasn't it?"

"You aren't sorry," he accuses, mirrors your smile.

"Naw," you insist, twist to tuck his hair behind his ear with the hand not rested in his. The fingers never leaving his face, resting under his chin. "You're my big, strong, handsome man. Ain't that right?"

He huffs a laugh, half-humored and half-flustered. "Dunno 'bout two o' those," he says.

You scratch his jaw fondly. "And so smart," you continue, pretending to not hear his objections.

Kieran is caught between basking under the playful, but always meant, praise and shying away from it. "Stop," he drawls, laced with a laugh.

"And oh so sweet."

"Quit," he repeats, but there's a chuckle breaking through his voice and he's tugging at your hand, pulling you closer. Well, you've got to lean closer so you do, and he kisses you on the mouth, as awkward as always, as if he forgets how exactly it works until it's happening once again.

[shdo-xplosion]

SLIMEBALL!AIZAWA X READER

Warnings: dubcon, explicit content, aizawa wrestles with his conscience but his dick wins, aloe vera as lube, talk of when reader was his student, almost somnophilia, fingering, p in v, creampie, cum play, fem-bodied reader, reader is white-coded, described as turning pink/red from sunburn

Word Count: 2.1k

Notes: my contribution to the Wet Hot Slimeball Summer collab! thank you to @bastardblvd for letting me join! i’ve been wanting to write aizawa for a little while now and this just possessed me. hope everyone has fun with it, and make sure to check out the masterlist for more slimy content!

He should wake you up, give you a nudge where you lay in your beach towel, but Shouta can’t bring himself to. Not when he has such a perfect view of your body, the arch of your back, the curve of your ass, the way your tits squish out from beneath you, your skimpy top barely doing anything to cover them.

Fuck, he should wake you up. Your skin is already turning pink. You’re going to have painful burn lines that will peel and turn into sexy tan lines, and Shouta has to shake his head to get the image out of his mind.

His sick mind. There must be something wrong with him. You were his student for fuck’s sake, and sure, you haven’t been for a few years now. Now you’re a big shot pro, one of the top 10, but he can still remember you sitting in the back row of his classroom, mouthy, obnoxious, still learning to control your quirk.

He remembers having to tell you to shut your mouth every single day, a mouth that he finds himself staring at more and more, lips parted and pouty, and Shouta wants to slide his fingers between them, feel your tongue on his fingerprints.

But he refrains, just bites the inside of his cheek and looks out at the waves.

The beach houses are nice, other pros having rented a few out for a nice little getaway. There are still heroes in the city to protect civilians, nothing to worry about. All Shouta has to do is relax.

He’s in a house with Hizashi, All Might, Snipe, and you, and his patience is running thin. Between Toshinori’s loud ass voice and Hizashi forgetting to turn on his hearing aids, Shouta is beginning to think that maybe he does deserve a little treat. Maybe he should indulge.

No. No. Ex-student. And the media would have a field day if anything ever got leaked. Not worth it. Definitely not worth it.

But hours later finds everyone back in their respective houses, resting after a long day in the sun. Hizashi and Toshinori are passed out and Snipe has retired to his room, probably also sleeping, leaving Shouta tired but awake, listening to you hiss every time you move.

“Jesus, I haven’t had a sunburn like this since I was a kid,” you whine.

“Should’ve put on more sunscreen,” Shouta replies. Or he could’ve just woken you up. Been an actual good person instead of perving on you in your bikini.

“I meant to! But the sun felt nice, and the waves were so soothing, and I just…”

“Dozed off. Just let all those UV rays cook you.”

You roll your eyes. “I don’t need a lecture, Aizawa Sensei,” you scoff, and the way the old title makes Shouta’s dick twitch in his sweatpants. Fuck.

“You’re right, you’re right. How about I go pick up some aloe vera, then?” he offers. He needs to put some space between the two of you.

“What, I’ll stop whining?”

“Maybe,” he smirks.

Once he pulls on a shirt Shouta leaves and makes his way down to the little shop at the end of the street. All it sells is beach stuff, but lucky him, that’s all he needs.

One bottle of overpriced aloe vera and a meaningless chat with the cashier, and Shouta is on his way back to the house. He wonders if you’ll lather it on in front of him. Maybe you’ll even ask him to help.

The lightweight shirt you had put on earlier must be too much for your raw skin because you’ve gotten rid of it, walking around in a t-shirt bra and little shorts. Have you gotten even redder?

“Oh, thank god.”

“Let me throw it in the freezer for a few minutes,” Shouta says, pulling the bottle out of your reach when you practically lunge for it. “It’ll feel better cold.”

“But Aizawaaa,” you pout, sounding a lot like a petulant child, crossing your arms only to whimper and drop them back to your hips.

“It’ll be worth it. I promise.” Without giving it much thought he hooks a finger under your chin, thumb flicking your pushed-out bottom lip. When you don’t recoil from the touch, he fights to keep from pulling you closer.

Unfortunately, you don’t ask him for help when you apply the cold cream to your skin, but Shouta is granted a look at your hardened nipples through the material covering them, the icy aloe making you break out in goosebumps.

“Thank you for getting this,” you say genuinely. “It’s gonna make my nap so much easier.”

Shouta has always been good at hiding his emotions, so you aren’t able to see the disappointment he feels as he watches you retreat to your room, the green bottle in hand.

It’s fine though because an hour later he finds himself creeping in after you, eyes locked on your sleeping form. You’re lying on your stomach, likely to avoid the burn on your back that you weren’t able to reach. No blankets are covering you, the heat from your skin keeping you well warmed.

The bottle of aloe is on the nightstand, and Shouta reaches for it—room temperature now, and squirts some in his hand.

He’s doing you a favor, he reasons with himself. Your back is an ugly (beautiful) red, and he wants to help soothe you.

His hands on you don’t wake you immediately, just make you sigh and snuggle further into your pillow. Shouta gently rubs the remedy over you, as careful as possible. You feel so nice under his palms, so warm and smooth, the dip of your back calling to him. He could make you arch further, make your hips roll and buck. Your shorts ride low, waistband just above the swell of your ass, and Shouta wants nothing more than to rip them off, but he resists. Instead, he rubs up your sides, slowly and purposefully, fingers barely dipping beneath the elastic of your bra so that he grazes the sides of your tits.

That makes you stir, eyes slowly opening as tired little noises make their way out of your throat.

“”zawa?” you ask quietly, and his self-control breaks.

“Shh, just relax,” he tells you in a low voice. “It’s okay, m’just taking care of you.”

He sees your eyebrows furrow, and you try to roll over, but his strong hand presses against the small of your back to keep you from turning.

He unclasps your bra, squirts a generous amount of aloe between your shoulder blades, and begins working again. At first he thinks you believe that his actions truly are innocent. You can’t see or feel how hard he is in his sweats, how precum is already beading at his tip.

That belief is shattered when he moves his hands upward again, this time sliding under you to cup your tits.

“Aizawa!” You push yourself so that you’re sitting up awkwardly, but all it does is make it easier for him to grope you and press his lips to your shoulder.

“You don’t have to pretend you don’t want this,” he drawls, smirking into your skin. “I haven’t forgotten about your little schoolgirl crush.” Because as much as you may have annoyed him in class, you still looked at him with hearts in your eyes. It was easy for him to deduce that all your smartass comments were just to get his attention.

“That doesn’t mean…” You trail off when he pinches both of your nipples, pulling a quiet moan from you.

“Just once, sweetheart. You owe me after teasing me the last few days.”

“I wasn’t…”

“Walking around in your short little dresses, prancing around with these pretty tits falling out of your bikini tops.” He gives you a tight squeeze before letting go of the plump flesh in order to trail his hands down further. “Let me have you just once.”

You only resist a little when he pushes you back down on the bed, face down again. You’ve lost your bra, and Shouta is quick to pull your cotton shorts down your legs, revealing that you’re wearing nothing underneath them.

He groans, groping your ass, bouncing your cheeks before spreading them to show your folds.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he growls, running a finger down your slit as far as he can. You’re already wet for him—such a good girl—but he still wants to get you slicked up and messy.

Shouta grabs the bottle of aloe vera once again, covering his fingers with it then slowly pushing two of them inside of you.

“Ahh, fuck, ‘zawa,” you gasp. With your cheek against the pillows, Shouta can see the way your mouth opens, eyes wide as they flick around to whatever you can see. Your body is tense, but you aren’t fighting him, thighs parting a little more.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs. You don’t respond, just bite your bottom lip. Doesn’t matter. As long as you let him touch you he’ll be a happy man.

Pumping his fingers, Shouta stares at your reddened skin and gets the idea to mark you, presses his fingertips into your flesh then pulls them away, admiring the light circles they leave behind. Mesmerized, he grips your ass with one hand, squeezing to create those same marks just under the curve.

“Fuck, you’re sexy.” He punctuates it with a spank that makes you jolt, but you quickly melt when he curls his fingers a certain way. “You ready for my cock, baby? I’ll be gentle. I know you’re sore.”

A lie. He slicks himself up with more aloe then thrusts into your heat all at once, stretching you on his fat cock and holding you in place when you squirm.

“Y-you said… nnfuck.”

“I know what I said, but your pussy is just too—” he snaps his hips back and forth, eyes rolling in his head. “Too sweet. Can’t help it.”

Shouta tugs you up so that you’re on your knees, back pressed to him, and he knows the friction is hurting you, the coarse hair on his chest chafing your raw skin, but at this angle he can reach in front of you to play with your neglected clit, massaging it with two fingers.

“‘zawa let me… at least let me ride you,” you plead.

It’s a tempting thought, but… “you feel so good like this, though. So warm, taking my cock so well.”

He presses a hand low on your tummy, swears he can feel his dick moving, but he gets distracted when you let your head hang back to rest on his shoulder. Opportunity presents itself with your neck so open, and Shouta wraps his fingers around your throat, just barely squeezing.

He’s so deep inside you, cockhead nudging your cervix. Ohh, he wants to fuck you so full of his cum, wants to see you sprawled on the mattress dripping with him, wants to see you ruined.

Words stick in your throat, but your lips are moving like you want to say something. Shouta pants in your ear, “what is it, baby? What do you want?”

“Wanna—wanna cum,” you whimper, and now Shouta knows that you’ve fully accepted him. You’re not mad at him for fucking you, no. You want this. You want him.

“Cum, then,” he growls, nipping your earlobe. “Cum on my cock, I wanna feel your pussy—”

Your back arches painfully, sensitive skin pulling taut as you cry out and cream all over him. Feeling your cunt contract around him, Shouta fucks into you harder and deeper, using you like a rag doll as he gets lost in your climax, climbing to his own.

He’s not sure he’s ever cum so hard in his life, thick lines shooting from his dick and coating your guts. Shouta bites into your shoulder hard enough for you to yelp and try to slap him away, but all of his muscles are so tight that even his jaw is locked. His hips stutter as strings of white keep shooting into you, your used cunt so full of him that it starts leaking back out of you.

When he pulls out, Shouta scoops some of his cum out of you, dazed as he smears it down the pink of your spine.

“What the hell are you doing?” you ask breathlessly, falling forward onto the mattress and glaring.

Shouta shrugs his shoulders. “Aloe works just as good as lube. Maybe cum’ll work well as aloe.”

“That’s disgusting.”

So is he. But at least he finally learned to relax on his vacation.

2023©️shdo-xplosion. please do not plagiarize or repost my work to any other platforms.

[pattypanini]

Danny Wagner x Reader

Hard Strokes

Summary: The bar cart girl at Danny's routine golf course grabs his attention during a frustrating game, but could a date by the pool relax him?

Word Count: 3k

Taglist for Oneshots

A/N: Hi everyone! Here is @mar-rein12 and I's first one shot. This was a fun one to write after writing the series for so long. We will continue to write LAYLOM and one shots. If you have any ideas let us know. Please enjoy our first one shot, Hard Strokes.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, penetrative sex, oral (f receiving), DANNYS NOSE 🤤

Danny’s POV

Fuck. You were playing like shit today. You throw your golf club into the luscious green, yet again in anger. As if it couldn't get any worse, the hot bar cart girl drives past for the 5th time today. She’s probably judging you for your shitty playing. You were only on hole 8 and were almost into the 50s.

It was a hot one today, considering it was mid-July. Your sunglasses slipping off your face, everytime you look down to line up the ball with your club. You could feel the sunburn on your tanned cheeks and sweat penetrating through your white golf shirt. You feel impossibly gross mixed with the anger of your horrible performance. Only 10 more holes to go. 

You sigh and swing at the ball again, of course missing. You double over, hands on your knees and take a deep breath. You are about to call it quits until she pulls up to you. 

“Hey!” She says enthusiastically, with the brightest smile on her freckled face. You whip around to face her, to see her sitting there in the golf cart staring, patiently waiting for a response. 

“Hey.” You say, a little pissy. You take the opportunity to take her in. She was dressed in a little white, pleated tennis skirt with a pink polo tank top. Her hair was put up into a slicked back ponytail, sticking out of her Titleist visor. Despite the heat, she still managed to look so perfect and put together. 

“How about a drink? It’s scorching out today, you look like you need a refresher,” she winks at you, grabbing a beer out of the cooler and shaking it in your direction. 

“Nah, I don’t deserve it,” you chuckle a little, in self-pity. 

“Oh come on, treat yourself! I’ll drink one with you, if that will make you feel better.” She smiles sweetly, and you can’t help but give in. 

“Ugh, okay. You’ve convinced me.” You tease her reaching for your wallet. “I’ll have two beers. What kind you got?” 

“PBR and corona.”

“I’ll take the two PBR.”She reaches into the cooler and grabs them. Her ass sticking out of her skimpy skirt, as she reaches over to the passenger side of the cart. 

“That’ll be $9.” She hands them over to you, as you hand her a twenty dollar bill with your empty hand. 

“Thank you, here you take this one.” You hand her the one beer, she reluctantly takes it back. Her fingertips grazing the back of your hand. 

“A-are you sure?” She says as she takes it out of your grip.

“1000%, also, just keep the change.”  She stares back at you in silence. You crack open your can, taking a large sip. You turn to walk back to your golf cart when you hear her voice again.

“Wait… I didn’t catch your name!” Oh her sweet, innocent voice. You turn back around to face her. 

“Uh, I’m Danny. What's your name?” 

“I’m Y/n.” She shoots you a big smile, showing off her perfectly straight white teeth. 

You smirk at her, “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” When you finish that sentence, you notice her cheeks flush. You find it quite amusing how easily you’re affecting her. 

“Oh, thank you. You have a nice name too. I’ve definitely seen you around before, you come a lot?” She cracks her own beer open, taking a sip of it. 

“Yeah, I’m here every weekend.” You stop talking and there's a moment of silence, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of golf balls being hit in the distance. 

“Um… my shift is actually almost over,” she looks done at the apple watch adorning her wrist and then looking back up at you. “ Do you want to meet me at the clubhouse at 3? Grab a little something for lunch?”

You give her a warm smile, “Yeah, yes. I’d, um, I’d love to! It's probably about time I wrap it up anyway, I’m playing like shit today.” She giggles a little and you feel warmth spread throughout your chest, and noticeably feel your heart rate quicken. What a beautiful noise.

“Ok sounds good! I’ll see you then!” She hits you with a wink, and drives off toward a small group of older men. 

You stand there in shock at the previous interaction, shaking your head trying to rid the thoughts plaguing your mind. She was gorgeous. 

You turn back around to your cart and drive over to the next hole. 

—

The next 30 minutes go exactly how you expect, horrible. You end up not finishing the game because you were just so fed up with yourself. It’s been a while since you’ve played this bad. It was almost three o’clock anyway, so you would soon be meeting up with Y/n. You hop onto the golf cart and whip over to the clubhouse. You know she is there already because a golf cart with a light pink steering wheel cover is sitting outside. 

You smile to yourself just thinking about her. You jump off the cart and slip into the main entrance of the clubhouse, walking down the hall to the restaurant area. You turn the corner and see her sitting at a two top, talking to some elderly men at another table. You halt your steps, taking a moment to admire the radiant smile on her face. You’re sure you’ve never seen anyone more beautiful. And she invited you to lunch? 

She hears footsteps behind her, whipping her head around, her silky, shiny ponytail flowing along. “Danny! I’m so happy you came! How did the rest of your game go?” She smiles brightly at you, almost in awe.

You cringe a little thinking back to how you were playing earlier. “Eh, I didn't really finish. It’s hot as fuck out there.” You hope she doesn’t catch your white lie. “Besides, I needed to get lunch with you.” Now, that you were being truthful about.

You watch her eyes light up, a nervous giggle escaping from her plump lips. “Yeah, haha. Wanna order some food?”

“Yes, I’m starving.”

—

After you both order your food, you getting a burger and her getting a salad, you realize you’re getting lost in conversation with her. Y/n is very easy to talk to, and she is really funny. Throughout the next hour, there's multiple times you almost spit out your beer or choke on your burger. When you both finish up your meals, you are saddened by the fact you inevitably have to part ways.

“Y/n, I really enjoy talking to you.” You admit to her, a blush forming across both of your cheeks. 

“I like talking to you too Danny,” She says back to you, her lips curling into a beautiful grin. You watch her hesitate for a second before she opens her mouth again, “Did you want to come back to my house? My house is right over there by the tree line.” She points over her shoulder. 

You contemplate for a second, no doubt knowing how this night was going to end if you did go over there. “Are you sure? I-I don’t want to intrude.” Of course, you wanted to go over there. You just didn’t want to seem too eager. 

“No, no you wouldn’t be intruding at all. I want you to come over.” She gives you the cutest little wink and you can’t help but cave.

“Ok, then! Let's go.” You reach your hand out for her to grasp and she accepts. “Let me just pay the bill, Y/n.” 

“Oh no need. Aaron’s got me.” She looks over to the kitchen area. Aaron, the head chef, sticks his head out the door to wave. She smiles and waves back. You quickly run ahead of her pulling the door open for her. You both hop on the golf cart and she drives you back the trail to the houses that are located on the golf course. 

The feeling of the air breezing through your hair was refreshing from the hot day you just had. She pulls into her driveway, putting the cart in park. It was a very secluded area despite being in the same area as other houses. The house was lined with trees and gates, giving her lots of privacy.

“This is a really nice place y/n. Is it a lot to live on a golf course?” You hop out of the passenger seat, being able to get a better view of her beautiful house and the landscaping. 

“I have no idea, I don’t pay for it. Some random man does. In exchange, I go to his Christmas Eve parties as his ‘girlfriend.’” She says laughing. 

“Oh, really?” You say trying to not sound judgemental, but you can’t stop your face from contorting into a surprised expression. 

“No, my dad owns the place so it's daddy’s money you could say.” She says grabbing her keys to unlock the door. She opens the door and you are met with a stunning interior. She drops her bag and turns to you.

“Do you wanna go for a swim? I have a pool out back. Come on, follow me.” She starts walking to the sliding door. She opens it, stepping outside. The backyard landscaping is just as incredible as the front. Large rocks are placed as stairs leading down to a garden with flowers and vegetables. A huge underground kidney-shaped pool is placed right in the middle of the yard. Why does one girl need such a big pool? 

As you follow her down the stairs you realize you're missing something. “Um, I actually don’t have swim shorts…”. You hate to kill the mood. Hell, you’d do anything to see the girl in a bikini. 

“And…” She stares at you with a blank face. “Who said we were gonna wear them anyway?” She takes a few steps toward you. “I mean, unless you would rather me be in a bathing suit.” She says pulling on the collar of your shirt. You can’t help but shake your head anxiously. You feel your cheeks start to blush and you’re hoping she doesn’t notice.

“No, no, no bathing suits are fine with me.” A smile appears across her face again. Her hands go down to the bottom of your shirt and begin to pull it up. You help her finish her action and pull it all the way off. “Wow Danny, if I knew you were hiding that under there this whole time I would have invited you sooner.”

Your eyes widen at her words. Usually, you were the one to make the first move, but her dominance was making you shy. You wanted to impress her, to make her want you. You gulp from the nerves. 

“Don’t be shy Danny, can you help me undress now?” You obey her immediately. You kneel down in front of her, moving her foot to place it on your knee. Feeling a little bold you lean down and kiss her leg softly before untying her shoe and slipping them off her feet. You pull her skirt down and bring her shirt over her head. You take a step back to look at her in her white bra and panties. She’s so gorgeous. 

“That's no fair Danny, I can’t be the only one in my undies.” You begin to kick off your shoes and socks and before you can get to your pants she kneels in front of you. She slowly pulls them down, leaving you in only your boxers. As she goes for your boxers, she leans forward and places a soft kiss onto your noticeable bulge, making you twitch beneath her. She notices and continues to pull your boxers all the way down. 

“Now your turn, y/n.” You say looking down to her. Before she can let you, she runs and jumps into the pool. She emerges from under the water, her head bobbing just above the clear water. 

“The water is so refreshing,” she says, pulling herself up to sit on the pool ledge. “I’m waiting for you Danny, you better come join me.” You look over her body and see her wet see-through undergarments, revealing everything you wanted to see so badly. You wanted everything off so badly. 

You smirk and drop yourself into the pool and swim over to her. You brush your hair out of your face and slot yourself between her legs in the shallow end. You feel desperate but your hands immediately slide into her thighs and around her waist towards her bra. You feel around and quickly unclasp it. You hear a gasp come from her.

“Daniel, when did you learn to do that? Are you a dirty boy?” She smirks, pulling the bra off her chest.

“I will if you want me to be.” Your hands attach to her thong, that's now clinging to her wet skin, and pull them to the side. Your thumb begins to make small light circles on her clit.

“Take them off, Danny. Please.” She sounds so sweet when she begs. You grab the small piece of fabric and pull them off her.You place your hands on her tanned thighs and peel them apart. You look her up and down, fully admiring every part of her. You take your finger and glide it up her glistening folds. 

“So wet, baby. Fuck.” You bite your lip, as you admire her wetness. 

“Maybe it was from the pool.” She says in a sarcastic tone.

“I can tell the difference, baby.” You lower your face to be level with her cunt. You feel her hands wrap into your wet hair, pulling your face to bury it in her pussy. You feel her pussy grind onto your face, but not just your mouth.

“Put that nose of yours to use Danny, big noses are good for many things.” You were taken aback, but weren’t going to withhold that from her. 

You tilt your head down, pressing your nose up and down into her clit and dart your tongue into her pussy. She was a mess above you. Her hands are clenched hard around your curls, moans and curses flying from her lips. 

You break away for a moment, “All this from just my nose, are you going to be able to handle my cock baby?”

“I need it now, please Danny.” She practically whimpers out. You turn her around so her stomach is flat against the warm concrete, her ass up in the air. Her round ass being directly in your face, is the perfect opportunity to give her a nice smack upon it. She yelps after the blow, followed by the most pornographic moan you’ve ever heard. The sound alone makes you want to cum. You take a step up onto the embedded ledge underneath the water, to get a better angle. 

You lean down to whisper in her ear. “Are you ready for me, darling?” She presses her ass up against your hips, giving you the answer to your question. You line yourself up with her entrance and push slowly into her, filling up all of her small pussy. You reach forward grabbing a chunk of her hair. 

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I love the way it feels around my cock. Go ahead baby, squeeze around it won’t ya?” You feel her clench her muscles, and it fuels you to start fucking into her. You start off slow, not wanting to hurt her or surpass her limits. 

“Danny, don’t hold back. I know you want to let loose on me, I promise I can take it.” That's all the encouragement you need to go harder. As you pick up the pace, the water beneath you begins to splash  all up on your stomach and her back. 

“It’s almost like you knew I like it wet.” You tease her as you continue your assault on her pussy. 

“I can make it wetter if you can fuck me right.” She says as she looks back at you.

Your eyebrows raise and you release her hair. You take your right leg up onto the side of the pool to get a better angle, fucking her harder and deeper than before. She begins to claw at the concrete beneath, trying to hold onto whatever she could. 

“Harder.” She yells out. You don’t hold back and slam yourself into her. You can hear the skin to skin echo into the air. The water sloshing around you even more now, threatening to escape the pool. 

“Danny… oh, fuck. You feel so good. You fill me up so much. I wish I could take another one of you at the same time.” 

God, you're so close. She’s pushing you close to the edge. “I’m gonna cum baby, you want me to pull out?”

“No, fill me up. I want it leaking out of me into the pool. I’m so close” With that you cum hard inside of her. You watch as it starts to seep out of her, so you fuck it back in with a few more thrusts. “Oh god Danny I’m cumming keep going daddy.” You ride out your climax and fuck her hard now pushing her over her edge. You feel her clench around you hard, followed by many moans. 

You pull out, sitting down on the ledge in the pool you just fucked her on. Breathing heavy you both take a moment to catch your breath. Y/n turns her body around to sit up and brings you into a kiss. “You should come over more often Danny.” She says with a giggle.

“Danny? If I recall you just called me something else.” A huge smile spreads across your face. 

“Oh shut up, Daddy is close enough to Danny.”

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[bagopucks]

T. Zegras - Family Reunion

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Trevor Zegras x Reader

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It was the first time I was taking Trevor home to meet the entirety of my family. So many people in one place. Rambunctious, loud, intimidating people.

Trevor would fit right in.

I knew that, but he wouldn’t listen. No matter how many times I told him, he never believed he would be fine.

We had to fly to the city nearest to my hometown. After bidding goodbye to his lizard and leaving the poor thing with his roommate. He begged to bring Drago at first, but I insisted it wasn’t happening. My father was not a fan of animals in his home. Anything other than a dog would not pass. I knew my mother would wrinkle her nose at the sight of a lizard too.

There were certain family members I was worried about Trevor meeting. One side of my family tended to be a little more judgmental than the other side. One side was full of fun and insanity. The other side was.. well they were fun too, but sometimes new people could throw off the dynamic.

I worried Trevor would do just that, but I also told myself it was a simple Fourth of July party. Nothing to fret over. A few days we would be home, and then we’d go back to Anaheim.

I got him started on the hour drive from the airport to my childhood home, thankful that my parents wouldn’t be there to see him as soon as we got there.

We utilized the time alone. I let Trevor roam around the house, and eventually I led him up to my old bedroom. He was concerned by the sight of a twin sized bed, but I told him we’d make do with the space we had.

He asked about all of my tiny trinkets and decorations, getting to know a part of my life he was never fully immersed in. Then my parents came home and we spent the evening in the living room. Catching up, telling stories, and laughing the night away.

By the morning, Trevor was up well before me. Not early by any means, but we’d been up late, so sleeping in felt necessary.

He shook me awake around ten a.m., and we laid together for close to an hour before we slipped out of bed to get ready.

“Do you think this is overkill?” I stepped out of my closet to peek at Trevor. His blue polo was matched with a pair of white shorts. He didn’t have any red on. Nothing looked too overdone or extra. His hair looked a little poofy, but I’d blame that on the shower he took before bed, and all the moving he does when he sleeps.

“Trevor, you look fine.” I assured before I stepped back into the closet. I gave my own outfit one last look before I stepped out to slip on my shoes. I was met with the sight of a very unconvinced looking boyfriend, and I let out a sigh the second I noticed his tension.

He looked great, honestly. A piece of me wanted to stay home and celebrate the Fourth of July in another way with him. His skin was such a pretty golden color, and his cheeks were slightly pink from the beginnings of a sunburn he got back in Anaheim. I reached out to grab one of his forearms while my other hand traced the tattoo he had on the opposite arm. Nike, a beautiful statue and a meaningful symbol in his life.

“My family is going to love you. Just be yourself, yeah? Maybe don’t curse as much.. but other than that, be yourself.” I teased softly. Trevor was slow to nod before a smile made its way to his lips.

“I can’t believe I’m meeting your whole family.”

I couldn’t believe it either. I couldn’t believe it up until the moment we were pulling into my grandmother’s driveway, parking off to the side, and climbing out of the car. Then my body was buzzing with electricity. I could already hear everybody inside. We were early, so it was only immediate family there.

I walked Trevor through the garage and into the foyer. My heart was beating a mile per minute. I’m sure his was too. His hand squeezed my own as the conversation slowed. I kicked my shoes off just in time to see my baby cousin come flying out from the living room.

The little guy shouted my name in excitement before he looked back at his parents to see if they heard him.

Soon my whole family was rushing into the foyer to greet.

“Holy shit.” Trevor mumbled as he stepped up behind me, his body pressed into my back.

The hugs and endless, “how are you’s” eventually died down enough for me to introduce Trevor. The moment of truth.

“This was that plus one I was telling you guys about.”

“I’m Trevor. It’s nice to meet you guys.”

He was accepted into the family almost immediately. After he was introduced and got to know my family, he blended. He was regarded as just another visitor after more people began to arrive. I lost him after a while, only to hear him in the kitchen where my grandmother was asking him to help her carry things out to the fire pit.

Nothing meant more to me than knowing Trevor got along with my grandmother, who was usually high strung and easy to stress out.

As more people came around, the party moved outside. Kids ran about while family caught up. Everybody made their rounds meeting Trevor. He communicated well with people, that I knew, since the day we met. But he communicated even better with my family.

“He’s real sweet, you know that?”

I looked away from him to see my grandmother peering down at me with a proud smile.

“Works hard too.” She added.

“Yeah.. I love him a lot.”

“I can tell just by the way he looks at you, that he loves you too.” She pointed a finger at me. “I was so worried when you left for California. I don’t really know what I was worried about now. I should have known you’d be bringing somebody home.“

“Thanks.. that means a lot.”

When I looked back, Trevor was gone. I heard a squeal from behind me, and when I turned in my lawn chair, I caught sight of Trevor playing wiffle ball with the kids. His shoes and socks were gone, kicked off to the side with a bunch of other tiny pairs. I couldn’t help but giggle at how he played with them. Chirping and smack talking, chasing them down and laughing all the while. That awkward breathy giggle laugh that was so contagious it had me chuckling in my seat.

Trevor and I agreed we weren’t ready for kids, but when we were.. I knew he would be a great dad.

I set my drink down and stood up, walking across the yard. I kicked my own shoes off and slipped my socks away.

“Can I join? Or is the game strictly for kids?” I called, and caught the attention of all the little eyes. As well as the big pair in the midst of all the fun.

“You have to be on the opposite team.” Trevor responded, heaving for air.

“You bat!” The little girl at home plate called. “Trevor throws too fast.” I walked over as she slipped the bat into my hand and ran off to the side, giggling excitedly.

“Are you playing unfair?” I asked accusingly. One didn’t have to be athletic to play wiffle ball. Hand eye coordination was all it took. And I’d been playing this since I was as old as the toddler standing on second base with his older brother.

“Me? No!” Trevor and I both assumed our stances as he responded. “But I’m not taking it easy on you.”

“Same here, Zegras.”

He pitched. I swung. The ball went flying. We weren’t far from the house, and I felt accomplished the second I heard the plastic ball whistle through the air and hit the wood siding of the old home. Trevor took off after it, I thought it funny to prance around the bases. Until I spotted Trevor running full speed ahead at me while I was in between third and home plate. One rule in family wiffle-ball. A rule as old as time. No home runs. If it was possible to get tagged out, you were going to get chased down.

“Trevor, no!” I screamed as laughter immediately fell from my lips. I picked up the speed, as did he.

He reached for me just as my feet touched home plate, one of them getting caught beneath it and managing to fall forward.

Trevor grabbed ahold of me, but he went down too.

I heard my team shouting in victory, and the rest of my family laughing and shouting as well, but I was too busy laughing along with Trevor. Our legs covered in grass stains, as were our elbows. Trevor carefully touched the ball to my side.

“You’re out.” He spoke.

“I am not! I crossed home plate!” I gave him a shove, and soon I felt a pair of tiny knees digging into my back, and a child drape herself right over my side. Another kid joined, and I groaned as he climbed on top of me as well.

“Man pile!” I heard a little boy yell, and I gasped when he jumped on top of Trevor.

Soon there was a whole lot of us laying in the grass and laughing. Trevor tried to push a few kids off, but they only returned. We accepted our fates until parents came by to help us out, pulling their kids aside and giving us some space.

“I definitely scored,” I mumbled as I pulled away from Trevor.

“Did not.” He reached out to brush the grass from my knees, ever the gentleman despite our argument.

“Did so!” I countered, soon feeling the tickle of his fingers against my sides. I broke into a fit of laughter.

“I won, fair and square!” Trevor pulled an old dandelion from the ground around us, shaking it in my face. I grimaced and tried to wipe the fuzzy seeds away.

“Damnit Trevor, quit that.” I groaned softly with a smile.

No wonder he got along with the kids so well.

I finally slipped away from him and stood up, brushing myself off while Trevor made a show of the ‘pain’ in his joints while he stood up. I rolled my eyes at him.

I heard a few kids shouting about s’mores when one of the adults brought the marshmallows out.

“Are we making s’mores too?” When I looked back at Trevor, his eyes were wide with excitement.

“Obviously, T. Though I’m not sure you need any more sugar.” I turned around, hearing him huff and feeling his hand slip into mine as I guided him back toward the fire. Kids were already gathered around the table, and I giggled before I slipped away from Trevor to make my way over.

“You guys have to be careful with all these pointy sticks, okay?” I instructed as I grabbed one of the bags of marshmallows and opened them. “Everyone tell me how many they want.”

It was a hot mess trying to figure out which kid yelled which number, but soon Trevor was at my side, helping me with the little ones.

“Be careful, and don’t run!” I called to the last child as he left to find his mother. I glanced up at Trevor before grabbing a one of the metal skewers.

“We have to send a picture to Jamie. He’ll be so jealous.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at how excited Trevor looked. The way his eyebrows moved with his mouth, and his eyes squinted when he was excited.

“Give me a marshmallow, Zegras.” I chided. He pulled two from his half empty bag and slipped them onto the stick. “I said one.”

“You won’t make one for me?” He pouted.

“Ugh.. god Z, you’re so needy.” I whipped my body around in a sluggish manner, whining playfully over his own pout. Trevor chuckled at me before his arms wrapped around my body.

“I know, I’m the worst.” He mumbled with a giggle. “I’m gonna put the rest of our stuff on a plate, then I’ll come find you.”

“Grab peanut butter cups!”

When he joined the rest of my family around the fire, we found ourselves seated in the grass. Trevor sat next to me while I roasted our marshmallows, the plate of Graham crackers and chocolate in his lap.

The kids quickly began to gather around us, plopping down left and right, mostly around Trevor, but a few with me as well.

“Trevor look what I have!” A kid held out her messy marshmallow. Her face was covered in evidence of the other three she ate before.

“I’m about to have one too.” Trevor giggled. “I’ll tell you guys how it tastes.”

“Oh auntie makes them the best!” Another little boy called. He practically lunged into Trevor’s lap, settling himself in the space where his legs were folded criss-crossed. I giggled at the surprise on Trevor‘s face.

When I looked back at the marshmallows, I realized they were beginning to melt off the skewer.

“Trev! Crackers!”

The kid seated in Trevor’s lap leaned back against his chest while Trevor helped me make the s’mores. I leaned the skewer up against the fire ring after, and we clinked our snacks before I allowed Trevor to take the first bite.

The look of pure bliss on his face was enough to boost my ego for a lifetime.

“Wow.” He spoke through a full mouth.

“That’s why I suggest the peanut butter cups instead of normal chocolate.” I quipped before I took a bite out of my own s’more.

“I want a bite!” The boy reached for Trevor’s snack, and I giggled when my boyfriend pulled it out of the kid’s reach.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll make you one.” I stretched an arm out to ruffle his hair. “Kelsey, can you go grab me another marshmallow?” I asked a little girl to my left. She smiled and quickly got up to go find the bag. I leaned into Trevor’s side while I waited.

The little boy in his lap aimlessly played with Trevor’s shoe strings, before looking up at the hockey player with a blank stare. Trevor was busy finishing the last bite of his s’more before he made eye contact with the kid.

“Hunter?” The little boy’s head perked up at the sound of his mother’s voice.

“Gotta go.” He mumbled as he climbed out of Trevor’s lap, with a bit of assistance.

“Bye, Buddy.” Trevor offered him a fist bump before the kid ran off to find his mother.

I stared my lover down with an incredulous smirk. When Trevor looked back at me, his brow rose quickly.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just love how good you are with kids. And my family.”

“Really?” He looked surprised. “God I was afraid they’d hate me.”

I laughed softly, wrapping an arm around his back. “They could never hate you. You’re the first guy I’ve dated who’s actually treated me nice.”

“Oh don’t tell me that.. that makes me sad.” One of his hands came down to rest on my thigh. I brought my free hand to rest on top of his.

“You’d have to kill me or burn my apartment down before they hated you.” I joked, earning a small laugh from him.

“I don’t think I’ll end up doing either of those things.”

“Eh who knows? You might manage to cause a small kitchen fire one day.”

“Hey!” He gently pushed me, and I giggled at his offense.

Our conversation settled into silence before I looked back up at him.

“How many kids do you want?”

“Huh?”

“Kids.. Trev. Do you want kids?”

I watched him contemplate my question.

“A few? Maybe like.. three? I grew up with two siblings. I feel like three kids balances out a house well. Ya know?”

I didn’t quite understand his logic, but if Trevor wanted three kids, I figured I could go along with that.

“What about two and a dog?” I suggested playfully.

“Oh, a dog like Louie?”

“Yeah, we can get a dog like Louie. I was thinking maybe something a little more protective though. A Great Dane?”

“What if it eats our kids?” Trevor’s question caused a quiet fit of laughter to fall from my lips.

“They’re very gentle dogs. Just territorial with strangers and intruders.” I explained.

“Well that’s what we have Jamie for.” Now we were both laughing.

“I’m not having three kids and Jamie.”

Trevor playfully gasped. “I’m gonna tell him you said that.”

“He’ll get over it.” I gently squeezed his hand.

“He’s gotta be the uncle to our kids. He’d better get over it.”

“What about Griffin?”

“Eh. Jamie’s closer.” I rolled my eyes and giggled softly, leaning back into Trevor’s side.

“I’m gonna tell Griffin you said that.” I mocked quietly.

“He’ll get over it.” He responded in time.

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[pabloqavi]

illicit affairs

summary. you and gavi have been dating for five months now but no one knows about your secret relationship until the team catches you ! genre. fluff ! pairing. gavi x reader ! a/n. this is my first short story so please bear with me, i'm also spanish so i'm sorry if there's any mistakes !! ++ wanted to clarify that yes the song is called after the song from taylor swift but there will be no cheating involved

"pablo stop we need to get going soon" you told your boyfriend, trying to push his face away.

"but yn just one more kiss" he pouted while spreading kisses all over your face "need to get enough of them before i go a whole day without them" he said making you giggle before you give in and kiss him

pablo and you have been dating for five months now but no one knew about your relationship since you wanted to keep it private and not have people meddling on it. this obviously included your friends, who were the biggest gossipers known to earth and you wouldn't put it past them to let it slip at any time.

today you were gonna spend a day out with your friends at the beach, taking advantage of the day off the boys had.

"i love you but if we don't start getting ready we are gonna be late again" you told pablo while caressing his face, giving him one last kiss before getting up.

"fine" he kissed your cheek while rushing upstairs to change into his swimsuit. both of you were at your house, which lately had become pablo's as well, to the point he had clothes all over your closet.

one you both got ready you grabbed your car keys and left for the beach. it wasn't a rare occurrence to see you driving pablo everywhere since despite being now 18 he didn't have his license yet.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"gavi, yn we are over here" you hear as soon as you get out of the car. seeing pedri waving you over to the little corner of the beach where all your friends are.

once you dropped your stuff and force pablo to let you apply sunscreen on him so he doesn't get sunburned, you run to the water where all your friends are already playing.

"guys we are getting out" sira tells the boys as you head to the towels. seeing the boys follow you out of the water and take out a ball and start doing passes.

after a few hours playing in the sun, the boys start getting hungry and want to head to a restaurant to eat something.

pedri is the first to head towards where you and the girls are talking trying to find a phone to see what time it was. grabbing the first one he sees he turns it on to see the time.

"oh my god" you suddenly hear him yell while covering his mouth with one hand "when did this happen? since when? what? how?" he starts rambling talking to himself.

"what happened?" ansu asks him with all the boys now coming over.

"gavi and yn are dating" he yells turning the phone so all the guys could see pablo's lockscreen, which was a photo of the both of you kissing. suddenly you feel your cheeks heating up and let out a quiet giggle while all the boys look accusatorially to pablo.

"why didn't we know? how long have you even been dating?" ferran asks

"a little over 5 months" pablo replies sheepishly "and we didn't tell you because we wanted to be private and no offense but you aren't the best secret keepers" you tell them making them all scoff in fake annoyance.

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favourite place with my favourite person 🤍

pablogavi love you more than anything 🤍

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pedri I CANT BELIEVE WE DIDNT SEE THIS COMING

yourusername can't lie it's embarrassing

ansufati thinking back they made it too obvious 😭

ilovegavi6 WHAT IS HAPPENING ?#!#!

30gavi6 another parasocial relationship ended😭😭

[delopsia]

Politely requesting Miles Miler thoughts in these trying times

aaaaa I haven't gotten anything for Miles in a minute 🥺 I have a bunch of oddly placed thoughts about the little guy, so I guess this is a *drumroll, please*

Random Miles Miller headcanons + NSFW

He. Sleeps. Everywhere. You leave him in the car to go get something in the store and come out to find him snoozing in the seat. If he lays on you, he'll be out in minutes. On the couch? Gone. Waiting for the waitress to bring your meal? Out like a light. Boring movie? He didn't stand a chance. Standing up? He's mastered it. Lawn chairs are off-limits because he will curl up and wind up with a ridiculous sunburn.

Quiet as all hell. Unless you're watching the door, you truly have no idea if Miles has come home or not. Sometimes, you'll turn around, and he's just there. When did he enter the room? Nobody knows.

Somewhat related, you getting frightened also scares him. Which means that if he accidentally scares you into yelping, then he's likely going to jump and yelp, too. His reaction to horror films is entirely correlated to how you react; if you're quiet, then he will be, too, but the moment you scream, then so will he.

Nothing on this earth will get between Miles and his ice cream; he loves nearly every flavor. Chocolate, vanilla, rocky road, mint chip, cookie dough, cake batter, salted caramel. Pistachio is one of the few things that he'll wrinkle his nose at, but he'll eat it if he's got no other option.

He's shy about it, but he loves it when you let him sit in your lap, his back against your chest while watching television, straddling you as his lips tangle with yours; he adores it all.

You've got to be so careful about when and where you choose to kiss him because anything longer than a few seconds has the little guy mewling into them. He can't help it! There's something so soothing about it that has those soft noises bubbling out of him. Not loud enough to be heard from the next room, but there's a reason why you can't sneak over and kiss him behind the reception desk.

When you ask about it, Miles has no clue what you're talking about because he's never spent money on cologne, but he smells like cinnamon rolls? Warm, fresh out of the oven, just cool enough to not burn your tongue when you take a bite.

It's only after you move in together that you realize he's been using a cinnamon-scented 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. You'd bug him about graduating to specialized products, but he always smells so damn good that you can't really complain.

Giggles when you maintain eye contact for so long. He doesn't even realize that he's doing it. One minute, you're gazing into each other's eyes, and the next, his lips are rising with a laugh.

Finger nibbler. His own fingers, yours, he doesn't discriminate; if they're near his mouth, then he's gently nipping at the tips of them.

Let! Him! Snuggle on your chest! Pepper his forehead with kisses while he's there! It's the easiest way to get him giggling, cheeks and ears twinged with pink.

Loves baking but isn't that great at it. He keeps trying, but regardless of the effort involved, there's always something wrong in the end. His pastries might be a little burnt, and you may not like them, but hey, he got his sweet treat, and he's happy about it :)

You're gonna have to get used to Miles mumbling to himself. It's not that he's trying to start a conversation or got too shy to continue on, he's just genuinely talking to himself. Sometimes, he'll be reading a book, and you'll overhear a faint, "Don't do that. Why are you doing that? Stop. Don't do that—oh my god."

Rapidly jumps between flighty, not wanting any trouble, and fierce protector. It's strange to watch.

Most of the time, Miles is very keen on avoiding trouble at any cost, steering clear of a restaurant where you got a rude waiter, backing off the moment someone snaps at him, apologizing the moment someone raises a problem with him.

But then there's a night when you wake to a crash downstairs, and he starts dishing out firm, quiet orders to stay near the phone until he comes back. Eyes narrowed, gun in hand, slinking out of the room like he's hunting prey. It was only a shelf that had fallen, shattering a vase on its way to the floor, but for those few minutes, you were the safest person on this side of the country.

Really does not mind it if you want to do 'girly' stuff with him. Paint his nails, style his hair, put makeup on him. He might complain a little if you try to put him in a skirt or a sundress, but he'll do it if that's what you want.

Probably not much of a headcanon, but Miles is such a good little housekeeper! He knows exactly what to use, how much, and how to maintain it. You haven't cleaned the bathroom in years because Miles has a way of doing it and doesn't like to stray from it. The house is immaculate, and Miles is so proud that he's purring like a kitten.

Stronger than he looks? You're still processing it; Miles is nothing but skin, bone, and a little bit of muscle, there's no reason for him to be able to lift that damn bookcase by himself, but he does it. Somehow.

Miles remembers every little thing you've ever told him. You once pointed at a pair of shoes while at the mall, talking about how you wanted them, but they were out of stock, and the store refused to sell the displays. Six months later, they're your birthday gift. You can ramble about a show he's never seen, and he's genuinely listening, keeping up as if he's watched it with you.

Kisses! French kisses, chaste pecks, butterfly kisses, neck, earlobe, hand, belly, nose, hello kisses, goodbye kisses, he wants to give and receive them all!

It wasn't something he was aware of before you got together, but Miles gets so damn squirmy when you kiss his thighs. Especially when you take the time to suck darkened marks into the sensitive skin there; it's the quickest way to have him leaking against his belly and babbling about how badly he wants you to touch him.

Slightly into voyeurism, but only in spaces, he knows don't get a lot of foot traffic. Ex. You sucking him off while he stands behind the reception desk, where anyone can venture through the front door at any minute. He loves clamping his hands over his mouth to try and muffle his whimpers when you're harshly sucking on his sensitive tip.

Raging praise and degradation kinks. You called him your pretty little slut once, and his knees nearly buckled out from under him.

You wouldn't think it, but Miles is surprisingly noisy in bed. He's always gotta be making some kind of noise, babbling your name, grunting under the effort of working his hips, keening high in his throat, senselessly grumbling when you kiss down his neck. The best ones are when you fuck him hard enough to wring those soft 'uh, uh, uh's out of him.

Speaking of. Pegging? Miles had never heard of it when you first met but now he's obsessed. Riding your strap until he's too sore to keep going, getting bent over the kitchen table in nothing but that cute pink apron, the tender closeness of you fucking him in missionary, where he can wrap his shaking legs around you. If you hit the right spot, he doesn't even need to touch his cock.

If Miles could make a full-time job out of eating you out, then he would. There's just something about the feeling of your thighs clamping around his head, your fingers pulling at his hair while he rolls his tongue over your sensitive clit.

Nearly proposes marriage every time you moan his name. One of these days, it's actually going to make its way out of his mouth.

Below the belt, he's pretty average. His cock is maybe a hair over six and a half inches, noticeably thicker but not enough for you to warrant any extra prep before sex, but there's a curve to him that he's learned to use to his advantage. Positions like missionary and cowgirl are where he stands out the most, dragging just right against all those little spots.

...mayhaps I got carried away

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

I forgot about the 1k prompts. I will love you forever (not that I do not already) if you would write something sweet about neurodivergent Ed and Stede caring for each other in that special sweet disabled4disabled way <3 also as usual I love your writing so so so much whether it’s actual fics or just the thoughts you have to share on here :)

yes!!! whohooo! love this prompt with all my heart!

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“Alright, love, you’ve got your bag?”

“Right here!” Ed took a moment to stretch as they stepped out of the car, swinging his travel backpack up onto his shoulder.

They were across the country on business, and they’d been looking forward to the vacation days they’d get on this trip for months. They’d been to all the aquariums within a few hours’ drive of home - hell, they had annual passes to three of them - so the chance to get to visit a new one was a rare thrill.

“Alright, you’ve got your knee brace…” Stede tilted his head to make sure he could spot the brace poking out under Ed’s shorts, and Ed lifted his leg to make sure he could see it was on and fastened appropriately.

“You’ve got your headphones.” Ed reached out to straighten Stede’s shirt collar, but he just wasn’t able to resist how cute Stede looked, slightly sunburned and with his sunglasses resting adorably on top of his head, and he hauled him in by the shirt for a kiss. “And I’ve got a pack of disposable earplugs if you need ‘em.”

“I shouldn’t, I did call to make sure they’re sensory -friendly,” Stede said brightly, automatically reaching up to make sure he could still feel the noise- canceling headphones around his neck anyway. “Did you put everything in the bag?”

Ed knew Stede wasn’t nagging, he was just making sure - he’d had so many travel nightmares with Mary and the kids thanks to things getting left behind accidentally. He pulled his bag off his shoulder, resting it on the hood of their car so he could reassure both of them they had everything they needed.

“Got water and snacks…” They always carried a few snacks when they went anywhere like this. Ed could get grumpy and irritable when he was hungry, and even calling ahead didn’t always mean they could be sure there would be reliable Kosher options for him. Stede, too, was prone to not noticing he was getting hungry until he already felt like shit, so the trail mix was a lifesaver. “My foldable cane, your earplugs. We’re set!”

“Perfect,” Stede said, taking Ed’s hand and pressing a kiss to his cheek before they headed across the parking lot.

When reading up on this aquarium, they’d read that it wasn’t usually crowded on weekdays (perfect for Stede), but it was big and had a lot of walking, so Stede had bought their tickets online so they could skip standing in line. Ed wasn’t always the best at realizing when his knee pain was getting bad enough he should use the cane, so he knew to expect Stede’s check- ins.

The aquarium was a bit smaller than some of their favorites back home, but being able to see so many animals they’d never seen before made up for it. Stede grabbed a map for them at the information desk, circling the areas the employee had pointed out to them where there were places for Ed to sit or quiet corners if either of them felt overstimulated.

It felt, sometimes, like Ed would never stop falling in love. As they went through the aquarium, reading the informational signs next to the exhibits out to each other and trading cool facts back and forth, he felt like Stede’s joy and enthusiasm was lighting up the whole world.

Ed’s favorite aquarium animals were the sharks. Stede adored the stingray touch pools, but he never got mad when Ed didn’t actually want to put his hands in the water. They got lots of pictures, Ed made Stede laugh by imitating a little penguin waddle in front of the penguin exhibit, and Ed was nearly bouncing with excitement as they got closer to one of the last exhibits at the aquarium: the sea lions. 

Things went a bit south near the end of the aquarium, though.

They’d specifically visited on a weekday morning to skip the crowds, just because crowded aquariums could feel so claustrophobic and that really freaked Stede out. But they caught up with a huge crowd of kids there on a field trip, and Stede ordinarily liked kids, but it was a very slow-moving, loud group, and Ed could practically feel Stede getting more anxious and stressed by the second.

“I’ll be alright in just a moment,” Stede promised him, taking the water bottle Ed passed him after Ed guided him back towards one of the quiet spots marked on their map.

Ed looked back over his shoulder. Not the kids’ fault they were excited, but he could hear the crowd from here. “Wanna call it a day?”

Stede frowned down at his water bottle. “But the sea lions! Want to go without me?”

Truthfully, Ed was a teeny bit disappointed about missing the sea lions. But he could see videos of sea lions any time. He only had one of his Stede, and he wouldn’t be able to enjoy it worrying about Stede feeling anxious and upset back here without him.

“Nah,” he said, taking Stede’s elbow, starting them towards the exit. “You know, I saw a few food trucks outside.”

“That sounds perfect for lunch!” Stede hooked his elbow through Ed’s. “I’m really sorry, love.”

Ed leaned over for a quick kiss. “Don’t you dare apologize to me, babe. I’ll steal your desert.”

Stede snorted. “You will anyway.”

Yeah. Ed absolutely would. He knew that just as surely as he knew Stede would need to go back to the hotel to decompress after lunch, and he’d be able to get Stede to give him a foot massage, and they’d need to take an hour to just hang out and let their brains take a break, Stede playing on his phone and Ed reading his book. Just as surely as he knew they’d be taking care of each other for the rest of their lives, just as he knew either of them would ever have to worry about hiding hurt or discomfort ever again.

[coulsonlives]

Mkay, time for my in-depth review of Zuko's scar in the live action ATLA, because I'm a lil salty.

This is the first shot of Zuko we see, and my first impression is: this isn't the best makeup. The first thing that stands out is the flatness of the scar. It's unrealistic, because burn scars usually heal in a lumpy way, it's called hypertrophy. See the burn scar from the Hound (Sandor Clegane) in GOT:

That lumpiness is super important for making skin appear like it had been burned by fire and healed over! But because it's not really there in Zuko's face, it just looks like he got a bad sunburn:

I understand Zuko doesn't need a super deformed face, or enormous textures in his scar, but we basically have just flat skin right now, and it doesn't sell 'bad scar' at all. The makeup should've been somewhere between those two things.

The second thing is the general inaccuracy of the scar itself. I'm not gonna nitpick how it doesn't go as far down his cheek, or how it's not affecting his left eyelid, but there are some major things I am gonna mention. In the animated show, his left eyebrow was burned away because the fire contacted the skin underneath it, and then went over that, up into his forehead:

Here's a crappy edit I made where the brow is mirrored, you can see how much the scar extends over it.

But in the makeup, it looks like the fire either stopped directly at the underside of his brow, or it did burn his skin under the brow, but the brow grew back somehow. It looks weird. Because the brow is still present, there's less contrast to draw your attention to the scar and subconsciously say 'this isn't normal'.

Here are two other edits I did:

This is what I'm talking about when I say the brow (and height of the scar) drastically changes how Zuko looks. He looks so much closer to the animated version now, but he's still free to emote because his eye isn't affected at all, and his brow could still move normally. It also helps give him that harsher appearance, which people tend to say exists with the ponytail hairdo! But it would also work great with his long hair look, which would soften everything anyways.

(For the second edit, I also tweaked the ear a lil bit.)

When it comes to the colours of the scar, I'm undecided. In the OG show, they probably had to change the colour of his scar so much to indicate there was even a scar in the first place, because it would've been annoying to add tons of line detail for the animators to deal with instead. At the same time, the live-action show could tone it down a lil bit. But it doesn't look bad, per se.

The third observation I have is Zuko's ear. If you look in the animated show picture above, his left ear (your screen right) is smaller than his right ear, because it's scarred over. I don't think it's practical to have that kind of effect in the live-action show, because it would mean even more CGI (they'd literally need to paint out the real ear, and then replace the ear with a digidouble ear). But if you look at the trailer capture, you'll see the scar colour doesn't even extend to his ear at all!

If you open the picture in photoshop, the scar around his eye and cheek has a reddish hue, but the skin on his ear is the same colour as the skin that isn't scarred. This isn't a cherry-picked sample, the hue is the same in each entire area. As soon as you stop sampling the ear and start sampling the cheek, it drops right into the reds/oranges:

I think the ear coming away unscathed might be a little unrealistic too, considering the scene where Zuko is burned by Ozai currently looks like this:

The fire is obviously going around the sides of his face, not just going directly into it and then bouncing away. It's kinda brushing around. With a scene like this I would expect the ear to have some kinda damage. Is it because they toned down the overall scar so much that any apparent damage on the ear would become nonexistent? Maybe. But right now, the scar just looks like a blob on his face, instead of a spot where fire actually flowed around.

And I just wanted to point out something else I've seen, not in the trailer, but in the fandom. Because I'm already tired of seeing it, it's dumb. Basically I was on a forum and I saw someone say 'if you want something like Two Face from Batman, this is the wrong property to ask for that'. I thought it was super unreasonable because nobody is asking for this:

And nobody is having a 'meltdown', like some other dishonest peeps are saying! People are just mildly upset that the actor's skin looks like it's been coloured in with dye, and there's almost zero hypertrophy to actually telegraph the fact that it's definitively a scar.

So those are my thoughts.. The scar is barely serviceable, they kinda dropped the ball imo.

Don't get me wrong, I totally understand the ~hollywood need~ to make things super toned down so you can see actors' glamorous faces or whatever, but some additional scar makeup wouldn't have harmed his ability to emote or anything. They didn't even need to do anything to his eye.. Just fix the overall first impression the scar gives, which would've worked with the stuff I mentioned above. So I'm not sold on 'it's to show the actor's face better' as an acceptable reason. It's an explanation sure, but it's just not good enough to justify the difference to me.

[lovelytsunoda]

better than champagne // colton herta

summary: she tastes better than champagne, and he can’t wait to unwrap his prize (and he’s going to make sure that she knows it, even at the most inopportune times)

warnings: smut, colton has a little bit of an exhibitionism kink, he also vapes (because look at this man and try to tell me that he doesn’t own a juul), face sitting,

authors note: I have stood mere meters away from colton herta and can confirm that there are no thoughts behind those pretty little eyes. he’s actually such a himbo and the effects of standing so close to him and is slutty little waist should be studied in a lab

“cole, for the last time, you know my mom hates it when you vape.” y/n frowned as her boyfriend blew a cloud of watermelon scented smoke into the air as they waited outside of the bar

the andretti driver sighed, nervously tapping his fingers on the side of his juul. “sorry, babe. nervous force of habit. your dad scares the shit out of me.”

she laughed, gently sliding the vape from coltons hands and tucking it into her purse. “you know he loves you. he just loves me more.” she slipped her arms around his waist, resting her chin in his chest as she looked up at him. “colton, you just got p3 in one of the most chaotic Indy races I have ever witnessed, and you started in thirteenth. i know I don’t say it enough, but I am so proud of you, sweetheart.”

“thank you for being here, babe.” colton said softly, pulling his girlfriend closer, one hand in the small of her back, the other cheekily grabbing a handful of ass as he leaned in to kiss her, one of her sunburned hands coming up to take his hair out of the kiss.

she hummed under his touch as colton nipped at her bottom lip. she giggled, hooking her fingers into his belt loops and trying to pull him closer.

“hey lovebirds!”

“motherfucker.” colton groaned, breaking the kiss and hiding his face in his girlfriends shoulder. “save me.”

laughing, she playfully slapped him in the shoulder, turning to her parents. “hi mom, hey dad. careful when you hug me, I’m more than a little sunburnt.”

“sweetheart, you look like a lobster.” mrs. y/l/n frowned, gingerly pulling her daughter in for a hug “make sure you put some aloe on that.”

“I will, mum.”

“colton, my man!” mr. y/l/n shouted, extending his hand to coltons for a firm handshake. “great show today, son.”

“thank you, mr. y/l/n.” colton chuckled nervously, running his free hand through his hair. “it still doesn’t feel real.”

mrs. y/l/n wrinkled her nose. “does the air smell like vape smoke to anybody else?”

colton coughed to cover up his surprise. “no, ma’am. I don’t smell anything.” his girlfriend raised an eyebrow at him, but the group went inside anyways, leaving the cloud of watermelon smoke outside as they head towards a corner booth.

dinner with his girlfriends parents always out colton on edge. they were wonderful people, the kind of working class blue collar folk. but their life was so different from colton’s, and he was so scared of tripping up or committing a social faux pas. he was never sure if something as simple as offering to pay for dinner would warp his in-laws perspective of him.

he was scared to even order a beer: nobody in her family drank and he had no idea what her parents thought about that.

at the end of the meal, while y/n’s mom went to the bathroom and her father went to pay the bill, she sighed, relaxing into colton’s arms.

“you okay, pretty girl? you didn’t seem to eat as much as you usually do.” colton frowned, his lips against the side of her head. if there was one thing he knew well about his girlfriend, it was her appetite. she loved food, and was usually the first to order the biggest, greasiest burger on the menu.

“just feeling a little under the weather. I think I caught the sun. I’ll probably make some toast or something light later.” she smiled, kissing his cheek.

“you know you could have gone to the hospitality tent, right? you didn’t have to stay in the pit lane. actually, I think my strategist would have preferred that you didn’t.”

“what’s the fun in that? you know me, I want to be where the action is.”

true to form, cars had been the reason the two had met. colton was out in the middle of nowhere after the previous years race in toronto. he was on his way to niagara falls but took three wrong turns courtesy of kyle kirkwood who had been left in charge of reading the map. y/n had been on a girls trip for her best friends hen week, and had come across kyle and colton after the tyre on coltons corvette had blown out.

while the rest of the bridesmaids had ogled kyle and whistled at him from the back of the volkswagen golf, y/n had slipped out of the passenger side and shamelessly flirted with colton before offering up the spare tyre in her trunk. she was his angel in levis and a plastic pink tiara, and kyle never let him forget it.

“I’ve got a spare tyre i can lend you, and if you buy me a drink I’ll change your tyre as well.” she had said, leaning against the corvette. “there’s a garage a few kilometres back, just follow our lead.”

sure enough, colton bought her a fruity little drink from bar, right after he met up with the other guys in the zibs and played a set with his band. the man is a musician and a race car driver with incredible hair, what more could you ask for?

“is there anything I can do?” colton asked, his fingers dancing across her slightly sunburnt thigh, feeling the heat from the burn under his fingers.

“massage some aloe into my skin?”

“babe, you need the whole bottle.” colton laughed, gently kissing along her jaw, his hand creeping further and further up his lovers thigh. “what about an orgasm?” he whispered in her ear, gently slipping his hand between her legs to rub her core through the thin fabric of her romper.

“cole.” she whined, legs falling open for him as she rested her head on his shoulder, biting back a moan as she dragged her fingernails down the skin on his arm. “oh, fuck, cole, what if my parents come back? we’re in public.”

her breathing was heavy, voice strained as she tried not to whine.

“just relax, princess.” his voice was husky, and he could feel how wet she was through the fabric, his cock tightening in his jeans. “nobody is gonna hear you, just let me make you feel better.”

to outsiders, they looked like nothing more than a lovesick couple, cuddling up to each other in the booth. they would have no idea what colton's fingers were doing underneath that table cloth, and what he couldn't wait to do when they got home.

all too soon, y/n's parents came back to the table, bill paid as they prepared to leave. colton retracted his hand as soon as he saw her parents, returning to tracing comforting circles on her thigh as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"we're driving out to kingston to see your sister this week." mrs. y/l/n started. "i think we might leave tonight, we've booked a bed and breakfast. you can colton can have the house to yourselves, a little bit of time to relax and spend with each other without your father and i constantly looking over your shoulders."

"oh mom, you didn't need to do that."

"yes we did. your father and i needed a getaway, and after today, you and colton both deserve some rest."

across the table, y/n's father narrowed his eyes as he pointed a finger at the indycar driver. "but no funny business in my house. i trust you two to be responsible adults tonight."

"yes, sir." colton nodded in agreement, knowing full well that he and y/n would be breaking most house rules that night, including the one about vaping inside.

it was nice coming home to an empty, quiet house. since indycar had descended on toronto and colton had come to stay in his girlfriend's childhood home, he had felt overwhelmed, almost never getting a minute to himself when he wasn't at the track or with his trainer.

he walked up the stairs of the backsplit to y/n's childhood bedroom, still frozen with the typical decor of a nineteen year old, before y/n had moved in with some of her friends from college, and then to tennesse with colton: fairy lights hung from the walls, the bed neatly made and adorned in a lilac gingham comforter, a poster for a popular emo band hanging behind her door. the bookshelves were barren, but only because she'd taken most of her books with her when she moved.

she made a beeline for the shower, making the water as cold as she could as to not upset her burn as she washed the smell of the track off her body, massaging hair conditioner into the burns to take away the sting.

after the shower, she dressed in simple cotton panties and a button down shirt she normally wore to work. her damp hair was soaking through the shoulders of the shirt as she made her way back to her bedroom, where colton was sitting on her bed, vape pen dangling from his fingers as he scowled at the instructions on a bottle of aloe vera lotion.

“cole, what are you doing?” she laughed, perching on the end of the double bed.

“I can’t read the writing on his bottle, I think I need a magnifying glass.”

“sweetie, just put it straight on my burns and massage it in.” she chuckled, undoing the first few buttons on her shirt and pulling the collar down to expose her shoulders.

her skin stung as colton ran his fingers over the angry red marks, small moans and hums leaving her lips as he touched her.

“feel better, love?” he asked gently, wiping his hands off on his jeans as he kissed her shoulder, getting a mouthful of aloe in the process.

“a little. I still want that orgasm you promised me.”

colton laughed, leaning in to kiss her. “I can definitely do that.”

he nipped at her bottom lip, sliding his tongue onto her mouth as she tugged on his hair, a moan escaping the back of his throat. one of coltons hands groped her chest, taking one of her breasts into his hand and massaging it between his strong, nimble fingers.

she moaned under his touch, breaking the kiss to guide his free hand between her legs.

colton chuckled, pushing her panties to the side. “you want me to finish what I started earlier, pretty girl? did it turn you on knowing anybody could see us? because I know it turned me on, thinking about getting you off in a room full of people.”

“fuck off.” she whined, unable to form a coherent sentence at the feeling of her lovers fingers circling the area where she needs him most, fingertips coated in her slick as he teased her opening. “please…cole.”

“lie down and spread your legs, I want to taste that sweet, sweet cunt of yours.” colton hummed, sucking a hickey into her neck. “and take that blouse off, I want to see all of you.”

“I’ve got a better idea.” she hummed, getting to her feet and casting off the blouse, a damp spot visible on her panties, still pushed aside enough that colton could see everything.

she made a grab for his collard shirt, yanking it over his head before she pushed him back against the pillows, unceremoniously shoving aside her collection of build a bears. she slipped out of her panties, mounting Colton’s body and hovering over his lips.

colton broke out into a grin, one hand coming up to playfully smack her ass. “eh, what’s gotten into you today?”

“you deserve a prize, podium sitter.” she grinned, carding her fingers through his hair.

“fuck.” colton exhaled as she lowered herself onto him, fingers gripping the wrought iron headboard as he kissed her sopping core, her juices dripping into his mouth and making his eyes roll back. “babygirl, you taste better than champagne.”

he moaned against her as he licked up and around her lips, his hands thoroughly gripping her thighs as he slipped his tongue inside her.”

“oh fuck, colton!” she screamed, bucking her hips against his face.

“that’s it, pretty girl, just ride my face, use me to get yourself off.”

her mind was so clouded with lust that she could barely think, her chest heaving as she moaned, practically screaming as coltons nose bumped her clit. the mattress slid against the bed frame, forcing the headboard against the wall.

the view that colton bad was downright sinful. he looked up, moaning at the sight of y/n on top of him, breasts bouncing up and down and her head thrown back as she moaned. it was enough to make his eyes roll back in his skull, and he found himself fumbling with one hand to get his jeans open, fisting his cock for any kind of relief before he blew his load in his jeans.

it was downright sinful, and he was glad that they were alone. even though there was a part of him that was exhibitionist in nature, he knew that there was no way he could look his in-laws in the eyes if they could hear what he was doing with their daughter right now.

“colton, fuck, i think I’m close.” she whined, legs shaking around coltons head as her grip moved from the headboard to his hair.

at the contact, colton growled, abandoning the pursuit of his own pleasure to smack her ass, gripping her thighs as she continued to rut against him, his tongue plunging inside of her and making a mess of his face as she reached her high, trembling above him.

colton locked up what he could from between her legs before gently lowering her body to the bed, softly kissing her lips and trailing his fingertips over her body.

“sweetheart, that was the most incredible thing I think we’ve ever done.” he grinned against her lips, his hard cock still poking out from his jeans.

“need some help there?” she raised an eyebrow, reaching for his shaft. “lay back and let me treat you. you deserve it.”

colton began to protest, quickly shutting up as she moved his boxers and jeans down his legs. he was a goner as soon as she started kissing up his cock, taking the tip between her cute, plump lips.

“ohhh, thats it, pretty girl.” he grunted, trying not to buck his hips as his hand came to grip her hair. “just like that, sucking me off so well, princess.”

his head dropped back against the pillows as he moaned, losing the battle of wills as he bucked his hips into her face, her nose dusting his pubic bone. more jumbled praises spilled from his lips as he reached his peak, quickly pushing his lovers face off his cock.

she didn’t like to swallow, but he preferred seeing his seed spread across her chest anyways.

giving her boyfriend some time to catch his breath, she lay on her stomach next to him, her legs in the air as she played with his sweaty hair. she leaned in to kiss him again, fingernails scratching at his chest.

“I need your cock.” she breathed, sucking on his earlobe. “I need you inside me, cole.”

colton kissed her again, stumbling to his knees on the bed. “who would I be to say no to my good girl?” he breathed, running his fingertips over the sunburn on her thigh. she shivered underneath his touch, propping herself up on her knees to rub her ass against his groin.

“head against the pillow, pretty girl.” he whispered, kissing up her spine as she rested her head against the bamboo fibre pillow, bent legs pressing her against her lover. “you want me to fuck you? you want me to make you feel like the prettiest, sexiest woman alive?”

“fuck yes, colton. fuck me, fuck me, please!”

colton tapped his cock against her thigh, watching the goosebumps rise on her skin before he pushed into her, a growl escaping his throat.

“you’re so wet, babygirl. so warm and inviting. god, i could stay inside of you all day.”

she whined underneath him as he started to move, being cautious of her sunburn as he pressed his chest against her back, thrusting deeper as he leaned over her.

“fuck, yes, right there!” she shouted, reaching for his hand.

pushing her hair over one shoulder, the driver linked hands with his lover as he pounded into her. she moaned underneath him, his lips leaving gentle kisses along her sunburnt shoulders. she had probably sweated the aloe vera lotion off, her fingernails digging into coltons hand as she screamed his name.

“that’s it darling. yeah, you want to come on my cock? fucking come for me, sweetheart.” he panted, thrusts getting sloppier.

it was a filthy scene, the air filled with the smell of sex and sweat, the sound of skin slapping against skin, moans mingling together as colton straightened up, hands gripping her hips as he pulled y/n back on his cock.

“fuck, yes, colton, i think I’m gonna come.”

with a moan that shook her entire body, her limbs fell limp, her body slumping onto the bed as she came, body shaking as colton ran his fingers through her hair. he pulled out, jerking himself the rest of the way off before he came, his seed coating her back before he slumped down on top of her.

“i love you.” he said softly, tangling his fingers with hers as she softly kissed over the hickeys forming on her neck. “i wouldn’t have wanted to share today with anybody else.”

“love you more.” she hummed, making a futile attempt to roll over underneath her boyfriend. “i think I need another shower.” she laughed, kissing the back of his hand.

colton laughed, kissing the side of her head. “how about I go run a bath? that claw foot tub in your basement is still functional, right?”

y/n laughed as her boyfriend got up, searching for his clothes on the bedroom floor. “give me a second to get my energy back and I’ll bring some candles and bubble bath down.”

TAGS; @magnummagnussen @httpiastri @cartierre @lorarri @scuderiasundays @libraryofloveletters @sidcrosbyspuck @thatsdemko @oconso @somanyflippingbooks

[cyberphuck]

The other day the neighbors called the city on me again for having an overgrown lawn. I explained to City Guy that I was disabled and broke, and he gave me two weeks to "work on it" (I asked him, too, if there were programs to help me take care of the stuff they wanted me to take care of, and he said no). I traded a bag of dog food to a guy to mow my lawn, and he just... did not come back lol so today I went out with some very rusty loppers to try to cut back some of the bigger stuff.

We have a few milk thistles-- I tackled like three or four biggish ones-- but the majority of the overgrowth in the front yard is one massive creeper vine. There weren't any of what I as a Californian would call weeds besides the thistles-- not even dandelions. At least the creeper vine is green, doesn't have spines, doesn't harbor any kind of bugs, and is soft and moist enough not to be a fire hazard. (I'm not entirely sure what the creeper vine is. It's not virginia creeper, poison ivy, kudzu, wintercreeper, mile-a-minute, or honeysuckle. It's green, will grow up, through, and over anything and likes when you run it over repeatedly with your car, soft and cool with no stickers or hooks, and explodes with bitty white flowers in the mid to late fall. I like it.) I was out there sweating and shaking, taking frequent breaks because of my knees and back, doing my best to cut down the biggest growths. A car pulled up to the neighbor's house and the man himself got out. I straightened up, lowering the loppers, and stared fixedly at him (sweaty, sunburned, covered in leaves) as he walked into his house. He didn't even turn his head to make eye contact with me. A little while later, an older lady came out with a lawnmower and mowed their already-pristine lawn. I watched her. She also didn't look at me. Neither of them said anything like, "hey, noticed you doing yard work and crying, need a hand since the mower's already out?" To be clear, they have never spoken to me, even once, since they've moved in. Sometimes their mail gets delivered to my house by accident, and I'll walk it over and put it in their letterbox. A couple of times there were big manila envelopes that looked time-sensitive so I knocked, trying to make sure they got it and not wanting to bend it to fit it into the letterbox. TV was on but no one came to the door. I'm the one who ran across the street to help grandma out of the tub, remember, the one who buys lemonade and candy from the local kids, the one with a separate bowl for toys on Halloween, the one who chases down the neighbor's dog in the middle of the night and puts him back in the yard so nothing happens to him, the one who brings my dogs in when they start barking so they're not bothering people. I'm the one who brings a slice of birthday cake to share with the cranky old man across the street, who stopped to help a bleeding woman at walmart, who saw someone riding their bike on the side of the freeway (?!) and pulled over to put his bike in the back of my car and give him a ride home. I don't do that kind of stuff with an expectation of some kind of payment. And god knows I don't even like some of my neighbors-- I don't really like anybody, if it comes down to it. But we've all got to live on the same street, and I think it's important to be on at least nodding terms with your immediate neighbors in case something happens, you know? You don't have to bring over lemon squares every Sunday, but it'd be nice to have someone let you know if your house is on fire, or know that if there's an accident and you need help, you can bang on someone's door. Just come and talk to me about it once, okay? Once. Find out what's going on. Maybe there's a super simple fix. Maybe there's something we can trade. Maybe we find out you can't help at all. Maybe I'll tell you to shove it up your ass, but at least you tried before you got the fucking city involved.

Unfortunately for you, I'm not a 'turn the other cheek' sort of person. The cuttings from the insane, fast-growing, impossible to kill vine can go under your porch.

[purplelescent]

A Pair of Jokers

Pokemon Fan-Fiction: Grimsley/Reader

Summary: Now that you’ve lost a game of cards to your childhood best friend, Grimsley, you owe him a favor. Although you don’t know if you can survive the onslaught of his flirtatious teasing while spending the day with him. You’ve had sincere, secret feelings for him for years. Perhaps, it’s time to clear the air and let him know how you really feel.

Why do I always agree to play cards with him? The man's a world-class gambler and-

Ugh.

Look how pleased he is with himself. Dinner's always so nice until we get to playing cards. Sporadically, we get together to catch up every few weeks. This used to be a friend group thing, but lately, it's just been us.

Secretly, it felt kinda' romantic. It's not like I've had a crush on him or anything. For like… years…

…

I'd never admit it.

Drawing my next card, excitement hummed through my body. I had it! Victory! When we reveal our hands, I'd beat him. We bet something special tonight, a favor. We also wagered that the loser pays for dinner too, but that's clearly not as important.

When I played my hand, four of a kind, the odds were in my favor. His shock looked so genuine.

Then he revealed his hand, a straight flush of hearts.

My body’s hum of excitement turned sour and fizzled away. He flashed a coy smile, propping his chin on the back of his hand.

"How perfect." Grimsley purred.

"Yeah. Yeah…" I grumbled, trying not to blush at the tone of his voice.

"I apologize. I promise I'm not gloating. Just musing over the cards you dealt me. I’d almost think you rigged the deck. Are you trying to tell me something?”

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I caught a faint trace of his cologne from across the table. The scent held a soft, but powerful vibe, reminding me of a summer sunset on the ocean. My heart began pounding fast as I looked into his bright blue eyes.

“We should have played voltorb flip.” I grumble.

“That’s only a one-player game.”

“Exactly.”

“You wound me.” He chuckled as he leaned forward.

Leaning away, I rested my head against the back of the chair. The ceiling was the perfect blank slate to calm my emotions down. Sure. I'm acting like a sore loser, but better than letting him find out how he's making my heart race. Now that I've lost, I realized how screwed I am. That's what I get for being confident.

If he wanted his prize he'd have to bring it up. I started to wish I hadn't agreed to our little wager. He'd choose something embarrassing for me. Now that was a safe bet.

Grimsley and I have known each other since elementary school before we even got our pokémon. I remember when his family moved into the apartments we lived in. Everyone thought they were reclusive freaks at first.

"Getta' load of those snobs." My brother mumbled in my ear.

"I heard they was rich. They pissed it away and now they're like everybody else." Jackson said, or was it Mike? One of my brother's douchebag friends said it. That much I remember.

They introduced themselves to the boys and invited them to come play. Not out of a sense of goodwill though. The new kids were the entertainment. Grimsley and his older brother slowly joined the neighborhood pack of boys, but it was always clear they were the odd ones out.

I remember the day when he fully became one of the guys though. The boys were playing truth or dare, which means they were doing stupid things to one-up each other. I didn't think much of it even when they started betting money and candy. One of the neighbor girls, I can’t remember who she was either, and I were playing catch with a stolen dodgeball from school.

"Um… excuse me."

I squealed and fumbled to catch the ball. It made a harsh “poink” as it hit me in the chest. Turing to look at him, Grimsley cheeks glowed rosy red. I must have thought he was sunburned at the time.

"Du-de! What the heck!"

He smiled a little. His blue eyes betrayed his nervousness though. In a flash, he pecked my lips with his and ran back to the group of boys who were laughing and jeering.

"Told you he'd do it! Here's the one-fifty!" One of them sneered dropping the coins on the ground.

My heart was going to burst out of my chest. I felt like I was burning up. My heart fluttered and broke in an instant. That was my first kiss- stolen and sold for less than a bottle of potion. At that age, I don't think I was even thinking about romance yet.

I whipped around seething.

"Grimsley!" I screeched.

When I remember this part, it's always in slow motion. I knew I'd get in trouble, but in my nine-year-old mind, I had no choice! This was what he deserved.

He turned to look at me as he stood up. I threw the dodgeball. It slammed him square in the face. It bounced off with the same “poink” noise it made when it hit me. Coins scattered and clinked on the ground. I stormed off before he could pull himself off the ground.

So apparently, taking a dodgeball to the face made you “one of the boys”. I had inadvertently improved his social status in the neighborhood.

Lucky little bastard.

He's been toying with me ever since. I can’t even begin to tell you when or why my feelings started for him. Yet, after that, he never left me alone.

Grimsley made it his hobby to embarrass me any chance he got. He always tries to fluster me with pickup lines and innuendos. I learned to block it out by the time we became adults. Each time he'd flash a big, cat-like grin before pulling the "Joking!" card and have a good chuckle. Then I’d chastise him with a little slap.

To him, it was just friendly banter. To me it was torture.

In a pleasant way, but since none of it is real then it all circles around to make me feel worse afterwards. If he knew I really did have a massive one-sided crush, he’d probably be weirded out. So, whenever he starts up, I just go along with it. Then I move on as if I wasn't still entertaining the romantic ideas he provoked within me. I’ll get over him, someday.

Grimsley softly called my name, "Are you falling asleep?"

"No. I'm waiting."

"For?" he asked, his voice litling playfully.

I finally ended my staring contest with the ceiling to glare at him.

Arceus.

Look at his shit-eating grin.

If I wasn’t on the hook, I’d think it was cute. When gambling, he becomes unreadable, like a perfectly still pond. He has a few tells I try to look for; a slight twitch of the left eye, sweat around the side of his cheeks, his grin tugging slightly to left when he's sure victory will be his... But he's practiced to perfection at hiding them. Yet outside of the game, when he has nothing to hide, he's quite animated.

Dramatic is a better description, in my opinion.

He wanted me to bring it up. He'd leave me dangling on this hook all night if he had to. Just like a purrloin toying with his prey.

Steeling myself for the inevitable, I asked, "What do you want?”

The winner could ask the loser to do anything within reason. The second he presented the idea, I could only visualize one thing. I was going to make him clean my apartment.

Could you imagine?

Grimsley, member of the elite four and professional gambler, scrubbing a toilet, taking out the trash, and folding socks. It was too good to pass up. It’d make a great post for my socials. I wasn't even going to make him wear an embarrassing costume! I wasn't a total savage when it came to dares. Even if a cat-eared maid dress would suit him.

I mean, it's not like I would have had him clean a dump either. Work ramped up with a new project leaving me precious little personal time for the past three weeks. It was sleep and eat only! I couldn’t even bear to look at the vacuum, I was so tired.

That being said, what could he even want to make me do? I had been waaaay too blinded by my fantasy. How could I think I’d win? Like, how could I forget I haven't beaten him since… How long has it been? Was it since I was in college?

I must have had too much to drink.

I needed to mentally prepare for the worst. So, maybe… he'd make me wear a really stupid outfit and post pictures of it? Make me participate in a Pokémon Musical? Take a bite right into an extra ripe tamato berry?

Oh no!

What if he made me hug an extra mucus-y cubchoo? Ew! No! He wouldn't!

I drank from my water glass to clear my nerves.

"Tomorrow, I want to take you-" Grimsley paused.

I nearly choke on my water. He wants to take me, like what?! On a date?! My cheeks were alight with heat.

No way!

He's about to pull his signature bait and switch. I feel it. He always tries to get a rise out of me. And damn if he didn't succeed every time. Scraping the last bit of courage inside me, I looked him in the eye. Grimsley wore a smug, satisfied grin.

Ugh. Damn it.

His eyes narrowed like a cat Pokémon ready for the kill-

"-To watch my match tomorrow at the league!"

Bingo! Just as I suspected! No way was he ever going to ask me on a date. I know him a little too well.

Although… How surprisingly tame of all the things he could ask for. I must’ve missed missing something. He's never gone out of his way to invite me to a match before. If he'd ask, I'd gladly say yes. I'm sure he knows it. As the prize for a bet… it's kind of a non-prize.

How un-Grimsley of him.

I shouldn't complain. It's nowhere near as bad as the stuff I thought up. Before and after his comment.

“O-okay.”

He stood from the table abruptly; clearly riding the high of his victory.

"Fantastic! Do you still have that blue dress you wore to my brother's wedding?"

"Uh. Why?"

Now that sounds fishy.

"Because… we like to put on a grand presentation for our challenger. I don't want you to feel underdressed. Although! If you're uncomfortable, then you don't need to!"

Oh. I suppose I’m being paranoid.

"I mean, okay. I have it."

I reached for the bill on the table to pay for tonight's dinner. I was not looking forward to this. He always gets the pricey stuff. My consolation was the bill would still cost less than if I had bet our usual prize money on our card game. My fingers barely grazed the paper when he swiped it off the table.

"Hey. I'm supp-"

"Oh, and make sure to wear comfortable shoes. I remember how much you complained about those heels you wore with the dress last time. Or? Do you want me to carry you again?" He grinned as he recalled an embarrassing moment for me.

“Oh, stop it. You only helped me to my hotel room.” I grumbled.

I threw away the offending heels after the wedding. Even if they gave me the chance to be carried like a princess. That night was a bit of a blur, but I do remember being embarrassingly obnoxious when he carried me. I couldn’t bear to look him in the eye the next morning.

He started to walk to the front of the restaurant while he talked.

"After I trounce the little upstart we can go for lunch!"

I scrambled to grab my purse. Fumbling for some cash to leave as a tip, I noticed a neatly set of folded bills tucked under the salt and pepper shakers.

Man, when he's ready to go, he's got it all covered.

I chased after him, politely saying goodnight to the staff as I passed.

"Grim, the tab-" Did he forget I'm supposed to pay?

"Relax! Don't worry about bringing any cash. I'm not going to wring you for a meal."

"But right now-"

He had already handed over the receipt and his card to the cashier by the time I caught up to him.

I gave up.

When he remembers he'll send me a text at, like, three in the morning asking me to send it via Poképay.

*****

Waiting by the front steps of the league made me feel a little bittersweet. The faint breeze brought a refreshing cool to the morning. Every kid dreamed of coming here, standing before the Elite Four, and battling your way to the top. I dreamed that too. But I'm not here by my own strength.

I couldn't cut it. I told everyone I lost interest in battling, but the truth of it is my best isn't good enough to be the best.

The guard asked me regarding my badges, assuming I was the challenger.

"Oh no. I'm here to watch Grimsley's match today." I muttered, focusing more on some imaginary spot on my dress rather than looking him in the eye.

"I see. In that case, we have a visitor's waiting room where the matches are live broadcast. If you go back toward the PMC, you'll turn-"

My name was called out from the other side of the entrance.

Oh. Grim wasn't kidding about dressing up.

I hadn't seen this outfit before. He's truly a classy card shark. He wore a white shirt and tie, but the whole ensemble was ornate. His suspenders connected with a dark navy blue high collar that had a long scarf flowing from the back.

Despite the ornate golden decorations glittering in the sun and black straps on his forearms, Grimsley made it look so casual.

He smirked when we made eye contact.

Aw… come on man! He knows he’s cool!

And I couldn’t help, but smile in return.

"This is my guest. She has special permission to watch from ringside." He said, almost purring.

The guard gave a curt nod. He stepped back and gestured to invite me in. It was only one step forward, but I faltered at the threshold. I didn't belong on the other side. I wasn't powerful. My pokémon weren't fighters. They were, to put it delicately, fat, little, spoiled couch gremlins.

A strong arm, wrapped around my shoulders. Grimsley pulled me along and up the stairs with impatient energy.

"Come along! I want to show you my new arena before the challenger arrives!" He gushed with enthusiasm. "We recently completed remodeling everything."

Our hurried steps echoed across the ancient stones as we approached his arena. He gently directed me to the entrance, holding his hand out to gesture me forward.

"Ladies first." He said with a polite gentleman's tone.

The whole room drowned in darkness, which was to be expected of Grimsley's type specialty. A loud swoosh of igniting flames caught me off guard. I spun to ask Grimsley a question, but the door had closed and he wasn't with me.

"Grim?" My voice felt small in the dark room only lit by torch light.

Only the hammering thud of my heart responded.

The moment passed and nothing happened. Turning, I decided I would go ahead and wait for him. The red carpet led me to the stairs. Imposing, curved red claws barred my path. With a flourishing snap, the claws released the pathway. My body instinctively jerked back.

I reminded myself this is only a very elaborate set. The mechanism should let me pass and not impale me. Ideally. I decided I should go ahead, I took a confident step forward, but my gut was in control of my legs. So, that step was about as confident as a wimpod.

Still, I pressed forward. My gut twisted and the hairs on the back of my neck bristled. I dashed up the stairs two at a time, mentally thanking Grim for telling me to wear comfortable shoes. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

It's all for show. Why am I scared? No! How stupid!

I'm not scared of the dark!

I… I just…

Shut up!

The claws snapped shut at the top of the stairs. I jumped squealing forward only to be caught in an embrace in the darkness. A second later the lights from a chandelier above flickered to life.

Grimsley held me flush to himself. Violent ping-ponging beats of my heart hammered in my chest. Surely, he could feel it too given how close we were. His hand felt like it belonged on the small of my back. Once again, he looks so terribly pleased with himself. He clicked his tongue playfully. His cologne flooded my senses again. I had to catch my breath, but his damn cologne made me pleasantly light-headed.

"Aw, were you frightened?" His blue eyes glowed with mischief. He dipped his face closer to mine. "Nothing's going to hurt you, but I'll protect you anyway if you want.”

Warm tingles and shivers trailed from the top of my head and chased down the length of my spine.

Then it clicked.

This was a setup. He didn't want a ringside audience. He wanted an excuse to toy with me today! I pushed free from his grasp.

Come on brain time to get a grip!

"Oh so brave of you! How'd you even get here before me?" The beating of my heart refused to slow down. But I was satisfied I pulled out a little sass.

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

"Warp pad then?"

"So, what do you think of my domain?" He said, ignoring my obviously correct guess. He swept his hand in a grand flourish.

To an extent, it was a bizarre blend between gaudy and elegant. The green floor reminded me of the felt covers on a poker table. Golden chains suspended the platform in the air. Grimsley sauntered to a luxurious black sofa sitting on the edge of the battlefield. I followed him over while admiring the glittering chandelier.

"It's very you," I said.

"Then what do you think of me?" He said.

"Fishing for compliments?" I teased as I sat down next to him. "Well then, it's pretty cool. Quite bright for a dark-type specialist. Kinda’ unexpected."

He slid over on the sofa. I could sense another round of teasing coming. Before he could lean in to say only Arceus knows what, I pulled out my phone with the Poképay app at the ready. He tilted his head. Distraction technique successful!

"You were so wound up last night you paid for dinner." I deflected.

"Well… yeah. That's how restaurants work." He chuckled.

"Doofus. I'm talking about the bet. I was supposed to pay, remember? How much was the tab?"

Grimsley froze as if someone hit pause. His charming smile seemed thinner than usual.

"I'm… afraid I don't recall."

"You?" I scoff. "You can't remember how much money you spent? Mister "when on his Pokémon journey two years late to earn extra money before leaving home"? Mister "mental math who could do my calculus homework for me without a calculator"? You don't know how much dinner was?"

The second I saw it, a faint bead of sweat on his forehead, the lights extinguished. We plunged into darkness again. I couldn’t suppress my surprised gasp. I never was good with surprises. Only the faint light of my cell phone illuminated the couch.

A loud click resonated to indicate someone had arrived. The challenger no doubt. Grimsley's hand brushed my cheek and I gasped. My phone’s screen timed out, extinguishing the last faint light we had as Grimsley leaned forward. His lips were so close to my ear that it tickled.

"Looks like I'm first. Just sit and look pretty for me for now." He whispered in a low voice. Another rush of tingles burst inside me.

Sir.

Are you trying to kill me?

The sound of the torches at the entrance flared to life giving a dim glow to the room. He stood from the sofa, his scarf swirling dramatically as he walked to his place on the field. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. If this keeps up I'm going to have a heart attack. I only could hope the challenger wouldn’t notice how much I must be blushing when all the lights came on. My face, ears, and neck are burning. He was going hard today. It was different. Grimsley turned to look at me over his shoulder.

Even in the dim light, I could see his cat-like grin. He really just wanted an excuse to toy with me today.

How bored are you?!

The claws on the stairs unfolded and shortly after a girl with double buns came bounding up the steps. The claws snapped shut behind her. The torches and chandelier came to life. The girl didn't so much as flinch. Damn. How embarrassing that a ten-year-old has more stones than a grown adult… I wanted to curl up behind the couch.

“What will be determined here is which of us can absorb the opponent's light and shine... But who will decide that? It shall be I, Grimsley of the Elite Four, and I will fulfill my duty to be your opponent." He said,” But first, I have a special visitor today. You don’t mind having a ring-side audience do you?”

The girl leans to the side a little to get a better look at me. She must not have realized I was sitting here. I waved trying to appear casual. She cupped her chin, pointing her finger in a thumb like a checkmark and humming to herself.

“Oh, yeah! That's totes fine. I don’t mind your girlfriend watching!”

Grimsley shot a coy grin over his shoulder at me.

“Th-thank you! We're… actually friends. Not dating.”

“Ooooh! Sorry! ‘Bout that!” she laughed. The girl rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

His expression flattened in an instant as he turned to face his challenge. No doubt ready to get to business.

*****

Another fierce explosion shook the arena. The hot gust of rushing air flipped the hem of my dress a little more than I anticipated. I yelped, snatching it back to keep from revealing too much. When I looked up, I caught Grimsley's look over his shoulder. His eyes flitted over me from top to bottom. Then he sharply turned away back to the match.

As the debris settled, his bisharp, Philomina, lay defeated.

His shoulders slumped slightly. He slapped his forehead and dragged his hand down his face.

Thanks, kid! That's the expression I wanted to see last night. Even seeing it from behind was delightful.

It's a little mean to smile at the expense of your friend, but he's such a sore loser. Watching him squirm with frustration while trying to be a self-controlled gentleman was always funny.

Grimsley returned his pokémon. A loud joyful cry rang out. The challenger jump-hugged her huge darmanitan, celebrating their victory. He took their joyful moment to recenter himself. With polite applause, he began to speak to them with his usual grace and charm.

"See, victory shines like a bright light. And right now, you and your Pokémon are shining brilliantly." Grimsley gestured to the warp pad.

With a wave goodbye, she ran on ahead to her next fight. Grimsley stood still watching patiently until the last light of the warp pad vanished. A soft quiet calm fell over the room. I didn't know if I should compliment how well he did or console him on the loss. Grim flopped on the couch, drained of any of his usual grace.

"Maaaan…." He groaned. He was squeezing the bridge of his nose.

"It was very close," I finally said.

"A loss is a loss." He sighed and he started to rub his neck. "But what the heck are they feeding kids these days? If she defeats everyone else, she'll be the third champion under the age of fourteen in a row. Crazy, man."

"Yeah, it's all over the place like Kanto and Hoenn too. They’re calling it a generation of child champions."

We sat in a lull of silence while Grim shook off his defeat. He looked at the green floors where the remnants of debris and scars from attacks littered the arena floor. His hand paused on the back of his neck.

“Okay,” he breathed out in a whisper.

“Hm?”

Grimsley stood up from the couch. We locked eyes briefly. Whatever words he had locked and loaded didn’t come. He just smiled before turning on his heel and pacing in front of the couch.

“Grim? What’s up?”

This behavior was new to me. He finally stopped in front of me. A scarlet blush covered his face from ear to ear. I recalled that little boy he used to be from years ago, cheeks burning red right before stealing my first kiss. Was he still embarrassed about losing? I should have consoled him after all.

“Hey, it’s okay. You and your team were amazing. I certainly couldn’t handle such an intense battle like that. I’m very impressed.” I said.

Grimsley tilted his head as though he didn’t hear me. Before I could say anything else, he laughed. His charming laugh echoed around the hall.

“That’s not-” he sighed. “You’re so sweet. That’s not what I’m thinking about.”

“Then what’s wrong?” I asked, ripping the bandage off.

“At the end of the battle, when you cried out, I thought you had gotten hurt. That some debris had hit you. I could never forgive myself if you were hurt on my account.”

So, that's it. He was worried about me! I hopped off the couch to hug him. This time our embrace lacked the sensual nature of the first one we had shared before the match. Grimsley kept his arms wrapped around my shoulders. He sighed relieved. I still felt warm bubbles in my chest.

Shh! Stupid crush. Can you see we are having a very healthy platonic moment between friends?

“I love you,” Grimsley whispered.

I sharply inhaled. Platonically, right?

“Love like?”

“I love you. I want to be with you.”

I like Grimsley. I do. Really. Really. Really do. But if he dares to tease me now when we were having an honest moment... I can’t let him wind up my feelings like this again. I’ve had way too much for one day. If I hear him say he's only joking again I’ll lose it.

“Hey. I… I can’t do this right now.” I said, pulling from the hug.

Grimsley immediately took his hand off of me, wide eyes.

“I’m sorry!” He said. His blue eyes were piercing, but soft. “I didn’t mean-”

Of course, he didn’t mean it. That’s how this goes.

We stood frozen staring into each other’s eyes. I don’t think I have ever seen this expression of his. Gone was his devilish smile, and the cat-like glint of his eyes. To me, he looked like he was going to be sick. I took his hand and focused my attention on it. I couldn’t say what I needed to say if I kept looking at this- worrying expression on his face.

“Listen, you always do this flirting thing, and I get you find it funny, but-” I paused. “I don’t.”

Do I admit how I feel? We are friends. Surely, he’d understand. It might upset him to know my feelings aren’t the same, but if he knew how much I liked him, then he’d stop. Then I could finally get over this one-sided crush already.

“Like, it’s fine now and again, but all at once like this is… I… feel so overwhelmed and I know you don’t mean any of it. I know you’re not trying to overwhelm me and you don’t like me this way. You’re just… playing.”

My voice began to pitch up. This is the worst. I didn’t want to cry.

“I get that it’s a joke, always just a joke, but- Arceus. I actually- do. I mean, I love-”

The rest of the words were crushed by the tightening of my throat. I shut my mouth. This was a stupid thing to say. I should have brushed it off and played along like always.

Grimsley swore under his breath as he fumbled in his pocket before pulling out a handkerchief. He dabbed the fountain of tears in the corners of my eyes, careful to press too hard. He called my name in such a soft tone as if he feared he’d startle me.

“It’s not a joke! It’s never been a joke!” Grimsley said. “I thought you didn’t have feelings for me. So, I… pretended I was joking because I didn’t want to upset you. But I kept trying because… I couldn’t let my feelings go. I hoped you’d take it seriously one day.”

He squeezed my hand. I couldn’t process it all. This… this is real?

“You’re hurt because of me after all.” He muttered.

“That’s a terrible approach to courting a lady, you know,” I said, taking the handkerchief from his hand to wipe away more of my tears myself.

“I’m so sorry.”

“This whole time… you really liked me?”

Grimsley nodded, “And you liked me?”

I nodded in return. The tears still wouldn’t turn off, yet I couldn’t stop from smiling. The whole time we could have enjoyed being together! Instead, we wasted years dancing around each other's feelings. I couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling up. We're grown adults now! And we could even have an honest conversation? It was so absurd! Grimsley couldn’t keep the smile from growing on his face, perhaps having the same thoughts I was. The tears finally stopped.

“I always thought I’d be the king to your queen, but it seems the truth of it is we’re the pair of jokers.”

“That fits,” I said. “We’re so stupid.”

“Well, now that we’re on the same page, may I, at long last, take you on a date?” He said.

A date. This felt too good to be true. I felt a surge of confidence knowing Grimsley’s true feelings. And I knew then I had to do something to make up for all these years of cowardice.

“Yes, but-” I said in a lilting voice.

“But?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“I remember you took something from me. I need it back.”

Grimsley’s lips parted ready to answer, but it was clear he was racking his brain to figure out what I meant. My heart started up a ping-pong rematch as I took a step closer.

“I… don’t know what I’ve tak-” Before the poor man could finish his sentence, I grabbed him by the collar to pull him down to meet my lips.

It was quick. Just like it was this first time, a feathery, peak on the lips. When we pulled back, his face was once again rosy red. I’m sure my face was too.

“You stole my first kiss. I had to take it back, you know.”

Moving past the surprise, once again I saw that well-known cat-like grin appear. His piercing blue eyes sparked alight with mischief. Grimsley slipped his hand onto the small of my back. He pulled me in close and pressed his forehead to my own.

“Well, such a kiss can’t be returned,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “But allow me to repay you with interest. I insist.”

Grimsley pressed his lips to mine with softness. I let my hands slip away from his collar to instead rest on his shoulders. His thumb rubbed small, gentle circles on my lower back, as his other hand came up to cup my cheek. Once more, a pleasant lightheadedness overtook me from the calming scent of his cologne.

As we pulled apart, Grimsley sighed with happiness. I couldn’t help chuckling once more.

“My, look how pleased you are with yourself.” I tease as I stand on my tip toes inviting another kiss of many more to come.

*****

Bonus: Grimsley's POV - Just before you arrive

"Grimsley!" Shauntel gasped, scandalized.

"Please. It's too early in the morning for this." I stretched with a yawn.

Curse the trainer that scheduled to come in first thing. It's not unusual for me to be so tired in the morning like this, but today it's not because I was up all night at the poker tables. No. I couldn't sleep at all thinking about my date… or well almost date.

"Yes, Shauntel. I have to agree. It's much too early." Caitlin said, shuffling into our break room.

"You remember the girl- his childhood sweetheart? The one he was finally going to ask out."

Caitlin gave a sleepy nod. Her tea cup and the kettle floated around her as she used her telekinetic ability to pour the water.

"Now hold on- we were never sweethearts before-"

"He still didn't ask her on a date! Look at him! All dressed up and nowhere to go!"

Caitlin mumbled a sad oh noise before she mentally picked up a spoon to stir her drink. She doesn't care. Despite her girlishness, she doesn't give two cents about romance or relationship gossip.

"I'm going out with her for lunch after the challenger battle." I huff. Shauntel glared at me like gum on the bottom of her shoe. "Aaaaand we were alone for dinner last night."

"He beat her at poker and forced her to come sit around as his cheerleader."

"Slander!" Of all the indecent ways to describe it! She was too creative sometimes. But it certainly shone a spotlight on my failed plans. No matter how she or I put it, it wasn’t the romantic afternoon I intended to have.

"How inelegant." Caitlin shook her head, disapproving as always.

"I was going to ask her, but I-"

"Was too afraid she'd shoot you down if you bore your sincere desires and you'd lose your dear friend to awkward, unrequited love."

The psychic girl's words cut me to the quick. I glared at Caitlin. She took a seat at her favorite spot and sipped her tea, refusing to look at me.

"I thought we all agreed you wouldn't read our minds without consent," I said.

"I didn't have to read your mind. It's all over your face."

Liar.

But Shauntel nodded in firm agreement with her. I'm outnumbered. I know when to fold.

"If she doesn't have feelings for you then why even continue to pursue her? You'd think having dinner alone together for, oh, 6 months? You’d think it would have resulted in more romantic feelings by now."

And the brutal death blow.

Caitlin may talk about grace and elegance, but the girl was savage.

Before I could respond, the doors thankfully burst open with our much too energetic Champion and Marshal. The poor guy looked like he was going to collapse. Sweat dripped off his forehead in rivers. And yet, Iris looked barely misted. I wondered how many miles they ran today. Not that I would ask for fear Iris would interpret this to mean I want to join them.

Since Adler's defeat as champion, he took to traveling. Marshal ended up latching on to Iris as his new mentor. A grown man calling a fourteen-year-old his master would be funny if she wasn't so ridiculously powerful.

"Oookay! I'm going to get cleaned up and ready to face our new challenger!" She declared. "Are you all ready?"

We all mumbled an affirmative response. Except Marshal who gave a hearty, headache-inducing, "Yes ma'am!"

"Wake up sleepy heads! It's time to rumble!!" She yelled with a growl as she ran past us to her personal locker room.

"Iris, ah, a moment." She skidded to a halt and jogged back to me. "I have a friend coming. I know it's usually only the combatants, but you wouldn't mind if she watched my battle today?"

"As long as the challenger doesn't mind, it's fine by me." She said, Iris tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. She straightened up in an instant, "Oh! Is it your girlfriend the girls told me about? That's so-"

"Exaggerated." I huffed. Shauntel and Caitlyn turned away from my firey glare.

Cowards! Look at me when you heckle!

"But he's pining with desperate hope." Caitlin chimes in, looking me in the eye as she speaks.

Not reading our minds my ass.

She just smirks.

Taking the opportunity, I excused myself to get ready. I hoped I'd go first, honestly. I wanted to get this over as quick as possible so I could spend time with her.

I only fell in love with her by chance. Right time and place as they say.

I hated other people. I hate this town, this apartment, this group of "friends". All of it.

When the pack of neighborhood boys approached us, I knew they had been talking about us behind our backs. Clarence, my older brother who was too soft and naive, appreciated the "friendship". He couldn't figure out they were making fun of us at every turn.

I tolerated it with a smile. After all, if others know your true feelings, they can use it to their advantage. They'll have power over you. My childhood "friends" must have thought I was some plucky kid, a simple sucker. It was better that way.

We made stupid bets and dares. They must have thought it was funny what I was willing to do for money, but I had a plan for my pokémon journey, I was going to be prepared. I would never come back, just like my sister, Marinette.

I hate thinking back on the stupid things we used to bet. That kiss I stole is a bittersweet memory. In my young mind, I foolishly believed she was overreacting to such a nothing act. I only chose her over her friend because everyone knew how timid she was- or so I thought.

I hated her. Even if her assault had the unintended consequence of making me look tough to the other kids. I hated her so much.

And I cringe remembering how selfish I was. That should have been the end of any friendship. Forget love or romance.

Occasionally, when I felt spiteful, I'd tease her with some veiled romantic comment to watch her squirm. I always made sure I was out of her range before she realized I was joking at her expense. Seeing her range of emotion was amusing. She's incredibly expressive. I told myself it was funny. I couldn't find any reason I would keep doing it otherwise.

My twelfth birthday approached and the guys wanted to play poker to celebrate. They congratulated me for finally getting the balls to go on my Pokémon journey. Truth was, I had only waited so long to pull together a little more cash. As the night drew on, I was becoming more and more of an unwanted guest at my own party.

“You’re a cheating little shit!”

I was beating Jackson even though he was the one cheating. I had caught his scraggy slipping him cards out of its loose skin. I didn’t say anything. It made the game more interesting.

“I’m not. It’s only luck. I can quit.” I folded my hand together, returning it to the bottom of the deck.

My accuser looked like he was going to crack his teeth from how hard he was clenching his jaw. I ignored him as I tucked my cards back into the deck. I was content to just watch at this point.

After tomorrow, I wouldn't have to deal with any of these losers again. The night dragged on and we were all asleep only when the sky began to pale with the coming of the morning sun.

This was my mistake.

I didn't wake until two in the afternoon, still groggy from last night. No one was there. A soft clattering from my nightstand was the only sound in my room. Purrloin's pokeball was missing. Hopping out of bed, I knelt on the floor. The pokeball clattered and wiggled wildly under the nightstand. Poor Purry must have been so confused being unable to let herself out. I supposed I knocked her ball off the table and didn't notice. The tight space must have triggered the emergency locks that prevent pokémon from coming out in spaces too small to fit them.

The ball burst open the second I had it free from the confined space. She hissed and spit in a wild tantrum. Her tail lashed with violent abandon It was best to leave her be, unless I wanted to end up her scratching post.

I shuffled out to greet my mother who let me know my "friends" all went home. She asked if I was sure I still wanted to head out today since it was so late. She recommended I start here with the Castelia gym, but Purry and I would be severely disadvantaged. And Nimbasa is only an afternoon's walk. I'd arrive just as the city started to light up for the night.

Purry latched onto my leg. She waved one little arm with distress and led me back to my backpack. Nothing seemed out of place. I rummaged through my supplies yet nothing caught my attention.

My wallet slapped me in the face as she threw it at me, "Purry!"

It struck me. They all left before I woke up. Tearing the wallet open, it was empty.

Even though I had a savings account with more, I wanted to save it for emergencies. And as my anger boiled over, the indignity of being robbed couldn't go unchecked!

"Bye Mother! I love you! I'll call later. I'll tell Clarence to call too if I see him. Bye!" I cried out as I dashed out the door. I don't think I had ever gotten dressed so fast before.

Purry and I split up, I knew she'd find them faster. I began checking all the usual hangouts; the lousy bodega, the arcade, Casteliacone…

A sharp chirp caught my attention over a crowd from an alley. Purry led me through a corridor of trash cans and back doors until I could hear the voices of my "friends".

Before I could turn the corner, I could hear her. She blocked their way.

"What kind of friend steals! Take it back!"

"Piss off runt. No one asked you."

I glanced around the corner to see them. She stood on the other side, blocking their path. Her brother pushed through the group yelling at her to move.

"No! This isn't okay!" She cried.

"You're just mad about it because he is your booooooyfriend~'' One of the boys mocked. Another one made sloppy kissing noises.

"Sh-shut up. He is not! Don't be gross!" She squeaked.

"We didn't go out with a wad of cash. That spoiled brat can figure it out!"

"That’s his money! He should get to use it! It's not his fault you went unprepared and couldn't cut it!"

He threw her against a trash can. He threw his own sister.

I don't remember what I said. A strange, aching fire sparked through me. My arms and legs hurt from shaking. I moved and spoke on autopilot. I challenged them all to a fight.

Purry wasn't as high-level as the other pokémon they used. However, she weaved around them like a graceful dancer, letting their clumsy partners beat each other. She only struck when a critical hit could be certain. I was lucky to have such a battle genius of a pokémon for a first partner. Despite the abysmal odds, victory was certain.

A heavy thud of the last pokémon Timburr signaled the end of my first battle.

"Give me my money." I snarled.

They threw the cash on the ground before running off. Turning, I looked at her. She flinched and shrunk back into the trash. Of all the emotions I had provoked in this girl, I finally felt guilt. I hated that look. That fear in her eyes.

"You…" I fumbled with what to say. The adrenaline was wearing off. I didn't understand why she did that. Of all the rare times she was brave and she chose to stand up for me. I offered my hand to help her.

"Thank you." I finally managed to say. I gently beckoned her. Her expression melted as she took my hand.

Money secured and one trip to the Pokémon Center later. I was ready to leave. But I waited while Nurse Joy patched her up. She had scratched her arm when she fell in the trash. Thinking about it made my blood boil. I'd never hurt Marinette or Clarence like that! I offered to walk her home, but she walked with me until we reached the gates to Route 4. She seemed nervous.

"Are you sure you want to go now? It's almost dark." She said.

"Yeah. There are more interesting pokémon at night." I grinned.

She smiled at me. Suddenly, another warmth took hold of me. I couldn’t contain the smile spreading on my face. I liked her smile.

"I know we aren't, like, actual friends. But be safe, okay?"

And that's how it started.

How I found myself coming home to see her as often as possible. I know my mother was relieved another child hadn’t left forever. It took a while for me to realize that I had developed a crush. It was only when Mother asked me in my teens if we were dating that it hit me how I felt about her. Over the past years, I keep going back trying to coax her into loving me.

Caitlin was right.

We've known each other for so long. Never once has she expressed romantic interest. Oh sure, I could fluster her to no end with flirtatious teasing. Her teasing never held return any flirty vibes. In fact, as soon as she realizes what I'm doing she begins to give me the blankest stare. I always backpedaled or played it off as a joke, anything to keep it within "Just friends" territory. Then she sighs relieved, answering my suspicions. I know I should have given up, but when a little time passed, I'd get greedy. Then I'd try again to test the waters and see if her heart had changed. I've never wanted to push for a romance if she wasn't interested.

For all the heart-pounding gambles I'm willing to take, I’m unable to bring myself to risk what I have with her. Some of my gambling buddies would laugh at me if they ever knew. The stakes were too high and I say that having risked life and limb, literally.

But today is the day. I'll sweep her off her feet.

Her friendship warmed me like the sun all these years. She was my one safe spot. She’s where I felt at peace without feeling as though I was missing out on some worthwhile thrill. But I know now I need her and if there's any hope of having her by my side, then I'll have to risk everything we have. And if she turns me down, well...

Perhaps then I'd be able to move past this unrequited love.

But she's worth it.

I stopped by the front, guarded by a league staff member who kept all, but elite trainers out. She was waiting for me.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. She wore that cute dress like I asked. It wasn't extravagant or too formal. However, the flutter of the delicate fabric made her look like an angel.

I recalled the night of my brother's wedding when we danced together.

Her eyes sparkled under the fairy lights and her face was a beautiful blushed color. When the night was over, she cursed wearing those awful heels. They left nasty cuts on the back of her heels. She teetered unsteadily from indulging in a little too much alcohol, wincing from pain. Before I could stop myself, I had scooped her up in my arms to carry her. She giggled the entire way.

At the threshold of her hotel room, she leaned against the door frame with a wide, unabashed smile.

"Thank you my darling prince charming," she whispered, still giggly.

Oh. That had been so unfair and painful! In the most pleasant of ways. If she were sober, if she had meant it, those words would have sent me over the moon.

"Go to bed silly," was all I could respond with at the time.

I called her name as a breeze picked up, the wisps of wind playing with her hair like a lover. They flowed around framing her face like a painting. Her beautiful eyes focused on me. Is she blushing?

Man! How am I supposed to stay cool when she looks at me like that?

Then she smiled that smile I loved.