#drive thru shenanigans

[neonthewrite]

Let Bowman experience the inside of a McDonald's drive thru window and then immediately dip realising the meat exist in there.

Since he wants to act silly flying over the place instead of the car. (Go back to the potato fries asks)

Spirit preserve him if he accidentally ends up in the McD's kitchen. For one thing there's more strong greasy smells in there than any wood sprite has experienced probably ever. And the hot oil everywhere and hectic back and forth. And, as you said, meat cooking. He'd be disgusted and also alarmed that the world has apparently had places like this for a good long while and he never knew. And that doesn't even cover that both employees and customers would be freaking out about - what is that, a bat?! - fluttering around the building. Someone would be swinging a broom, or a tray, or something, and someone else would be yelling about refunds.

Instead, let us all be thankful that if he looked like he was going to head for the window, Jacob would grab him out of the air. Commence comical squeaky toy noise (and then a bunch of sprite cussing).

[vanellygal]

@drchandras-sanctuary-for-ais This is something Johnny and Edgar would definitely do, LOL. They probably dragged Hal along, of course.

[zztibranul]

i work at a drive thru and i fucking LOVE to compliment every person who comes through my line!!! i love spreading kindness to strangers!!!! there is something so personally rewarding to my soul when i tell an old lady at the drive thru that i love her nails!!! we as a society need to give more harmless genuine compliments!!!

[driaswrld]

cash in, cash out — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

wc : 1.7k

summary : the one where the boys pick the kids up, satoru loses his wallet, megumi almost throws up, the twins argue color theory, tsumiki gets the aux and suguru has a coupon.

part of : the star paradox collection.

notes : this had me cackling a bit as i wrote it i love the family dynamics esp since this is when the trio is new to the kid thing (around 2009) ALSO yes, suguru has a love for y2k girl groups : pussycat dolls being one of em don't @ me gege told me it's canon.

other : fem!reader, rs label undefined so can be read as platonic or poly (they're lowk dating w/o knowing) mentions of unsafe (?) driving?? mentions of bribery and also tomfoolery and shenanigans

current casette : father stretch my hands pt.1 - kanye west

“—now we do headcount.” Suguru turns in his seat as Satoru slows the car and shifts the gear stick to neutral. “If you’re hungry, say I!” Satoru raises a hand up, his knuckles smacking against the roof of the interior, and Suguru internally dies.

“You’re hopeless.” Tsumiki laughs to herself, rolling the window beside her down, leaning against the frame, spring breeze warming her cheeks.

“I…” Mimiko raises her tiny fist upwards, mimicking Satoru, all while Nanako unclicks their joint seatbelt and breathes a puff of air, exasperated and hair a mess.

Megumi grunts, giving a weak thumbs up. He almost looks like he’s about to throw up.

The car ride was… something to say the least—

“—buckle the seatbelt already, brat!”

“—swallow your spit before you talk, you pig.”

“Steer the car for me, Suguru.”

A click reverberates through the car as Satoru unclicks his seatbelt and turns, ready to dive out of the driver's seat and into the backseat of the car, with arms outstretched to grab ahold of six year old Megumi’s neck.

Suguru’s arm flails to the side as he steadies the abandoned steering wheel from the passenger seat.

“Why didn’t name pick us up?” Mimiko mumbles, clutching onto her strawberry colored doll to her chest.

Ignoring the repeated smacks of Megumi’s foot to the side of Satoru’s cheek, Tsumiki shrugs, gaze fixed outside the window at other cars passing by. “She had work, I think—”

“So we’re stuck with the idiots.” Megumi grunts, and Suguru’s head whips around, lips morphed into a thin line.

Pride, oh sweet pride. Nanako, busy typing away at some cute game on her tablet, looks up for a second and locks eyes with Suguru, who withers a little under her gaze.

“He called you an idiot, Geto-san.” She says, ever the little instigator.

“Take the wheel, Satoru.”

But anyways.

Satoru huffs, almost pouting as the car in front of them stalks forward into the KFC drive thru. “It wasn’t even that bad,” he murmurs as he shifts the gear stick once more, moving the car forward.

Suguru can only chuckle nervously. “Yeah, not too bad…”

Behind Satoru’s back, he gives the kids a funny look, and they all snicker quietly. Well, save for Megumi who’s bordering on car sickness from that messy car ride.

“Alright,” Satoru mumbles to himself before he pushes his sunglasses up to rest in his hair, one arm hanging out the window, looking over his shoulder for a brief moment to check everyone over. “What does everyone want off the menu?”

Honestly, he’s a little proud of himself and Suguru.

Usually, you’re the one who handles picking all the brats up after school, but somehow, the boys managed to do it.

Although, it did take a bit of crisscrossing with seatbelts shared in pairs of two— hey, at least they’re all in one piece, right!

“Twister!” Nanako exclaims with a grin and Mimiko nods along with her twin sister, setting her doll down in her lap with a smile that Suguru mirrors, something so small making him feel so… soft inside. “I want the one with the sweet flavored chicken inside—”

“I want the spicy one.” Nanako nods along, turning her attention back to her tablet, clicking away.

Satoru hums, turning his head a little to the side, and Tsumiki mumbles, “Maybe just a chicken sandwich… with some coleslaw too.” He looks to Megumi, who still has his mouth twisted into something between a frown and a pout, so cute—

“And what do you want, Megs?” Suguru asks before Satoru can, as the car treks forward in the drive thru line, drawing closer to the order speaker.

“Whatever Tsumiki gets, I’ll get that too.” Megumi shrugs a little and a smile stretches on Satoru’s face — though he hides it well, straining his head forward.

(Mimiko can see him through the side mirror but he doesn’t even remember that.)

After ordering and making it halfway down the length of the drive thru, there’s only two cars ahead until the pay window.

Suguru is helping Tsumiki plug the aux cord into her ipod touch — a birthday gift from Satoru.

“I don’t think the cord’ll fit,” Tsumiki mumbles, peering over his shoulder, head leaning against the headrest. “It’s probably too big or something.”

All while Mimiko and Nanako are arguing over a dress up game on their tablet.

“She looks better in purple—”

“But I like the yellow better—”

Megumi narrowly dodges Satoru’s elbow as he bends his arm to rummage through the storage compartment of the armrest.

“Don’t worry too much, Tsumiki—” He mumbles, haphazardly searching for another aux cable, and his wallet, because for some reason he didn’t feel it in his pocket just now. “Suguru’s good at making all kinds of things fit—”

A smack to the side of his head sends his sunglasses flying off his head into Nanako’s lap, and the twins share a look with each other. “We should try sunglasses on her—”

“I don’t want her to look like Gojo-san—”

Megumi snickers just as Suguru snatches the shorter aux cable from Satoru’s hand.

Tsumiki tilts her head to the side, a grin reaching her lips once Suguru finally gets the aux connected. “Hold on,” Satoru whispers to himself, shifting back in the driver’s seat and moving forward to take the place of the car that was just in front. “Suguru, I can’t find—”

“Check under your seat or something.” Suguru cuts him off, scrolling through the sheer ridiculous list of songs on Tsumiki’s ipod touch — most of which are Taylor Swift and a few J-Pop groups. “It’s not there.” Satoru huffs in defiance.

From where Megumi’s sitting slumped in the backseat, he can see the shadow of Satoru’s billfold laying under his seat.

Naturally, Megumi wants to watch him squirm a little. Afterall, Suguru told him to look there and he was too proud to, so…

Satoru’s phone vibrates from inside the open glove compartment where it’s charging.

“I’m sure I had it in my side pocket…” He mumbles to himself, and Suguru gives him a look of absolute defeat with a hint of nonchalance.

“Well I don’t have any money on me—” The timing couldn’t be worse really. “Of course you don’t. Because all of you freeload off me—”

Megumi rolls his eyes, “As if you don’t make six figures.”

The phone vibrates again, and it’s the least of Satoru’s problems, really.

“Is that all I am to you? Some bank?”

Because here he is, next in line to pay and he doesn’t have his card in his hand, Suguru is still flat broke as always, you aren’t here and it’s not like the brats in the back have a steady flow of income coming in.

Why didn’t he just set up his damn online accounts when you told him to?

“Maybe you should answer that,” Suguru shrugs, damn near unable to hide his little smile when he comes across a song by the Pussycat Dolls. He has half a mind to say out loud that he’s raising Tsumiki right.

The phone vibrates again.

“Satoru—”

“Jeez, fine, damn.” Satoru is shifting around in his seat like he’s possessed, patting down his pockets, all while the phone keeps vibrating.

He reaches over with a frown, yanking the charger out and answering the phone with a single tap and a curt, “I’m busy right now, what is it?" Putting it on speaker as he leans over in his seat again to search his pants.

“Hello to you too, sunshine.” Your voice echoes through the phone and Satoru winces, pink tinging the tip of his ears. “Sorry name, I just—”

“He lost his wallet and we’re going to starve.”

Megumi leans forward, sticking his head out and leaning against the passenger seat.

Tsumiki and Suguru stifle a laugh, and Mimiko lifts her head with a pout. “But— I don’t wanna starve!”

“Oh, Mimi…” You sigh, damn near ready to punt Satoru into the sun. “That’s not going to happen, Megs is just making fun—”

“I have a coupon for a biscuit from that magazine yesterday,” Suguru says and he locks eyes with Satoru who glares straight at him. “Hey, I’m just suggesting solutions!”

Shoko, who’s sitting beside you in the vacant classroom looks up from the mission report she’s signing up for the both of you and bellows a huge laugh. It really doesn’t help Satoru’s pride at all, and he grabs the phone, clicking it off speaker and hugging it against his ear.

Suguru watches as Satoru slumps in his seat, one arm hanging over the steering wheel and another out the window. A grown man, twirling the side of his hair and pouting.

He doesn’t even think twice before snapping the photo — he ends it off to the twins’ tablet, and they exit their game to open it, giggling into their tiny fists.

“name…”

“I’m not sending you money, Satoru—”

“Please! I promise I just misplaced my wallet,”

The twins pass the tablet over to Megumi who folds his lips to hide his laugh, nudging Tsumiki who leans over to giggle at the picture too.

“Pleaaasee! C’mon, I promise I’ll even set up my account like you told me to—”

Suguru sends a sneaky wink to the kids and they all burst out laughing, to which Satoru whips his head around, only to find everyone ducked down in their seats, suspiciously minding their own business.

Suguru’s even gazing out the car window, a guilty whistle leaving his lips.

“I let you two pick them up one time and—”

Satoru cranes his head out the window, his voice lowering to a whisper. “name, I’m begging you. This is a man’s pride we’re talking about here—”

“You can always use Suguru’s coupon—” You murmur.

“I’ll get a chocopie with your order.”

"I'm literally paying— hey, what do you take me for? I have some semblance of self respect—”

“Two chocopies and a twister.” He looks around before ducking his head again in a whisper, “I’ll even pay for all your meals this month— matter of fact, you can just take my card—”

“Two months, including takeout.” You grumble. “And add an egg tart, I’m sending the money to Suguru right now.”

[howdoyousleep3]

Prompt: Sex with a Stranger

Pairing: Shrunkyclunks (Modern Bucky Barnes/Captain America Steve Rogers) Word Count: ~6K Tags: shrunkyclunks, strangers to lovers, awkward flirting, stranger sex, public sex, car sex, blow jobs, anal sex, unprotected sex, clothed sex, porn with little plot, dirty talk, come as lube, size kink, feminization, multiple orgasms, coming untouched, Author's Note: I was truly planning on throwing my whole ass into Kinktober, but life totally and completely dragged me down lol. Hopefully I can contribute more because I have all the plans to, but I don't want to jinx myself. For now, here is a prompt I've been working on for years that hopped in my inbox a few years ago. This is for you, nonnie. 😉 Read here on Ao3

“I think this might end up being one of the greatest moments of my life, Cap…”

It was just supposed to be coffee. 

It was a simple and innocent enough request on Tony’s part, a cheerful inquiry about how Steve’s morning was going, how productive his run through the city at dawn was, which led to an invite for coffee. And coffee sounded damn good, as did the time spent away from the Tower, spent away from himself. 

Tony offered to drive, and although Steve barely fit into the passenger seat of the vehicle Tony chose to take— “They didn’t build this thing with your shoulder span in mind, buddy…”—  it seemed like a lovely way to spend an hour of his morning. 

But then Tony started talking about bikinis and broads and Steve had to stop and clarify—

“You asked me to go get coffee with you, Tony. Not...not a place with nudity or—” 

“Oh, my dearest Steven. You’re about to have the best coffee of your too-long life.” 

Steve goes through what he knows, filters through the limited 21st Century knowledge he carries and builds upon each day. 

He’s been to a few local places, ones that are open late at night that he has popped into when sleep doesn’t claim him. He is aware that Starbucks is incredibly popular. He’ll never get the sizing correct and has been told it is somehow both the best and the worst, but he thinks they have pretty decent coffee. Then again, he’s from a time where coffee’s intended purpose was to stimulate you enough to keep you awake for long working hours. 

Coffee is viewed very differently now.

Steve is about to tell Tony to turn around, to pull over and let him walk home because he really isn’t in the mood for any shenanigans, when Steve sees the sign— 

Java Juggs.

And then another sign of—

Bikini Baristas.

“Tony…” Steve warns, voice stern but it’s no match for Tony’s charming smile, his feigned innocence with a light, “Yes, Steve?” 

“Surely you are not taking me to a coffee shop where the women serving patrons their coffee are dressed in only their bikinis.” 

Tony nods his head, continues driving and follows the arrows painted onto the pavement of the parking lot that guide cars in the direction they should be driving, surely necessary only here given the...distractions. 

“Right, of course. Why would I do that?” Tony asks, tone serious, but when Steve takes one look out towards the incredibly small, standalone building merely the size of a shed, he has his answer. 

“Goddamnit, Tony.”

The women are indeed clad in bikinis. Steve has absolutely no idea how this business is legal, but he’s found out a lot of shit about the 21st Century is unexplainable and this must be one of those things. Steve is aware that a normal drive-thru window is small, coming up to most people’s chests, mid-torso, but these windows are much larger, dropping easily down to hip level. 

That has to be because of the baristas and their attire. 

There are only three baristas in the establishment that Steve can make note of. As they wait for the car in front of them to receive their coffee, Steve finds himself respectfully managing to take their appearance in while also not gawking. He will admit— these women have every reason to show their bodies off in the way they are choosing. They’re voluptuous and curvy, of varying shapes, two choosing to indeed wear a bikini. 

The redhead has chosen a white ensemble, complete with a bikini and a wrap of sorts around her lower half that makes it look more like a skirt, one that hugs her hips. The curvier brunette opted for a black bikini, also simple, and not a skirt per se, but Steve assumes it gets the job done. It looks like fishnets, hugs her lower half, stops right below the curve of her bottom. Steve can’t see the third barista but he can only assume she is dressed in the same kind of attire. 

“This is the best place in the city to come and get coffee,” Tony explains, and Steve is quick to furrow his brow. 

“Really?”

Tony scoffs. “Absolutely not. Come on, Cap.” 

Steve should just get out of the car and start walking home. 

“It isn’t terrible but, come on— it’s allowed to be shit. Look at ‘em!” 

Steve reaches for the door handle as Tony rolls the car forward, approaching the window, and that’s when he sees the third barista. 

Oh.

“Well look what the cat dragged in. Girls, your fave— Tony’s here.” 

“Hello to you too, Buckaroo. How are my favorite baristas doing, hmm?” 

Oh God.

Buckaroo is gorgeous. 

Since coming back to this life, Steve has not once been struck by someone’s beauty so suddenly as he is with the man at the window. 

It hits him in the very center of his being, feels like every inch of his skin is electrified where he sits cramped in this car. The man’s beauty punches him right in the dick, and he almost makes a noise, one Tony would surely hear given the compactness of this goddamn car.  He gets so hard so fast it knocks the air out of his chest but this is something more, something deeper.  

Where Steve was respectful with his eyes towards the two female baristas, he is anything but as he drinks in this other beauty. 

This man is young, his chocolate hair pulled up into an artful bun, the skin of his neck, of his entire body, making Steve need to damn near sink his teeth into his own fist to calm down. Steve just knows he’s soft, knows his skin has to be the most tender thing to press his fingertips into. And that thought makes him ache to touch this man. 

How inappropriate of him to have these filthy thoughts about a stranger.

But Steve can’t help it, damn him. 

He too is wearing a bikini, but his is crocheted into the pattern of two small, crimson stars that cover his nipples and are brought together by mere strings. His jean shorts are tiny, sit on his full hips low enough that the matching strings of the bottoms of the bikini sit high up on his hips. 

Steve finds himself wanting to bury both of his hands down the back of those shorts, to get two handfuls of what’s sure to be a ripe peach of an ass. The kid has to have an ass that matches the rest of him, one that Steve imagines himself sinking his teeth into even though he’s not once done that to anyone. 

Steve’s lewd and feral reaction brings a flush to his cheeks. He digs his fingers into the denim of his jeans. Is he sweating?

The stranger seems to be tall from where Steve is looking up and over at him, lithe and graceful and supple, and when he ducks his head, bends and rests his elbows on the windowsill, he knocks Steve out with one curl of his plush lips and a smack of his bubblegum.

“Who’d you bring along with you, Tony?” 

Steve feels his flush creep down his neck, one that is pronounced and intense. He adjusts where he sits, wiggles even. 

“Oh, right of course. This here is Steve! Told him I’d show him where to get the best cup of coffee in the city. Steve, Bucky. Bucky, Steve.”

“Oh yeah? Mr. Captain America himself? And you brought him here?” Bucky teases with a wink tossed easily in Steve’s direction before he purrs, “Heya, Stevie.” 

Steve is in love. 

He’s so in love he trips over his words, feels his blush darken impossible further and he makes an unexplainable gesture with his hand that he thinks will pass as a wave. He isn’t even sure if the words he uses are English, are ones Bucky can understand, but whatever he ends up saying makes Bucky giggle, face lighting up in a way that narrows all of Steve’s focus down to the way Bucky’s nose crinkles up cutely as he does so. 

Steve is really in love. 

“You want your regular, Tony?” one of the women within the stand asks with a holler and Tony nods, turning his curious gaze away from Steve to confirm his order. 

“Yeah, sweetheart— ten shots of espresso and then your Rainbow Unicorn blended drink.” 

Jesus. Steve doesn’t have enough time to be horrified before Bucky is speaking to him.

“What’ll you have, Mr. Captain?” Bucky asks, and Steve didn’t know it was possible for someone’s voice to sound like sex. In another life, one where Tony wasn’t mere inches from him and one where he had more instances of human interaction since coming out of the ice, he’d have a flirtatious response, one that would make it crystal clear for Bucky the direction of Steve’s thoughts. 

“I’ll uhh...do you guys have...have lattes?” is what he stumbles through instead. Tony immediately giggles, scoffs, but Bucky just smiles at Steve sweetly. 

“Yeah, big guy. We’ve got lattes. You want something sweet in that?” 

You. 

One word, just one word, that’s all he needs to say. Steve nods. 

“I’ll uhh...I’ll let you decide.” 

So close.

But Bucky hums, bites his lip, doesn’t miss a beat. 

“Too bad I can’t put a little bit’a me in your cup, huh?”  

Oh Christ.

Steve gulps, cheeks immediately flaring red, but he’s tired of fumbling over himself and his words, his wants. He ducks his head and looks right back at Bucky, mustering up just enough confidence to give him a solid once over before replying, “Yeah, that’s too bad.” 

Steve chooses to ignore Tony’s squawk and instead focuses on the way Bucky grins, the way Steve swears he sees Bucky’s cheeks glow pink. His stomach twists up pleasantly, butterflies joining in alongside the curl of heat. 

He can’t remember the last time he felt such validation before, especially that in the form of flirting. 

He floats through the rest of their interaction, eyes tracking Bucky as much as he can. He wishes to burn the various sexy images of Bucky into his brain, wants to pull them up later when he has time to himself with his fist and his cock. He doesn’t feel like as much as a pervert as he did minutes before, not with the way Bucky’s eyes meet his at every turn, a constant onslaught of further validation. 

He isn’t sure why he doesn’t ask for Bucky’s number before they drive off. He later blames it on the haze and heaviness of such an intense interaction, how he felt like he was wading through molasses in his mind as he watched Bucky wink at him as they drove away, still trying to memorize anything and everything he could about the brunette. 

He barely heard Tony’s chiding, his boisterous words that surely consisted of shit-talking him into the ground for his embarrassing behavior. He had no energy to dish it back, to stand up for himself in any way, especially when Tony mentions Bucky usually works tomorrow’s morning shift as well. 

“We’ll come back tomorrow morning and try that again because that was pitiful. Not only am I shocked you swing that way, I’m shocked at your absolute lack of flirting skills. I mean, could you not have at least…” 

Tomorrow morning. 

He’ll come back tomorrow morning, without Tony and with a clear head, all lack of self-confidence and pathetic attempts at flirting washed down the drain alongside his cum. Because there’s no way he’s spending the rest of the day doing anything but jerking off to images, thoughts, and scenarios of Bucky. 

Bucky, the curvy barista with the tiny red bikini and pinkest lips, the one who insinuated he wished Steve could eat him for breakfast. 

Fuck. 

Steve isn’t even ashamed in the slightest as he pulls into the drive thru the next morning, steady rain and darkened sky and all. 

After a day spent sitting on the shower floor alone with his hand and his dick, he spent too much of his night tossing and turning thinking about the way Bucky would feel under his hands to have any sort of shame this morning. Yes, he’s here to see Bucky; of course he is. Does it matter what kind of coffee he’s going to order? It does not. Is he going to ask Bucky out on a date or get his number? He absolutely is. 

He’s here without Tony, is alone without any added pressure, he’s thought of what he’s going to say— 

He’s going to do this. 

His planned out words are forgotten the moment it’s his turn to pull up to the window and he sees Bucky’s smile, bright enough to threaten to push all the rain out of the forecast.

He looks as ethereal as he did yesterday, glowing and angelic and delicious. Today he’s sporting a football jersey that is quite short, cropped and sits just below his chest, another g-string high on his hips that stands out because of his tiny denim shorts. 

Steve’s mouth waters at the same rate his dick turns to stone. He has to busy himself with putting the car in park so he doesn’t reach out his window and grab for Bucky right away, especially after Bucky purrs, “Heya, Stevie. Just had to come back and see me?” 

Steve takes a deep breath. He’s gotta start off strong. 

“Of course I did. How are you, Bucky?” 

His voice is perfectly confident. It’s strong and sturdy and smooth as he leans as casually as he can on his rolled-down window. Bucky meets him in the middle with his own lean against the open drive-thru window, cocking his hip and tucking his chin. 

“I’m good now that you’re here. My latte was that good, Captain?” 

Steve hums. He doesn’t even recall drinking the coffee Bucky made for him the morning before, but he knows it was perfect. He is more than intentional with the way his eyes wander before he answers quietly. 

“It was delicious, doll.” 

It’s the forwardness he was wanting from himself and the exact reaction he was wishing to get from Bucky. The tension between them finally snaps into place with strength that is so startling to Steve it has his heart hammering against his chest. He would be worried, would be backtracking and reeling himself in if it weren’t for the molten and seductive look Bucky is sending his way. 

“You want the same thing? Or do you want somethin’ a little different today?” 

Go in for the kill, Rogers. 

“Think I might want something even sweeter this time around,” he starts, pausing momentarily to watch Bucky’s tongue run along his bottom lip distractedly. “When is your shift over? How about I take you somewhere to grab something to eat?” 

That’s what people do, right? That’s not weird at nine in the morning? 

Bucky barely reacts to his proposition, but Steve can see it, the excitement of his words behind Bucky’s gaze and cool facade. He doesn’t even hesitate, doesn’t pull his eyes away from Steve’s when he raises his voice to speak over his shoulder. 

“Darcy! Can I take off early? You owe me.” 

Steve should have known Bucky was going to surprise him, to one-up him. He doesn’t hear what Darcy says in response, is far too focused on the way Bucky’s ass fills out his shorts as he gets quite the eyeful when Bucky turns around. He wants to take the strings of Bucky’s underwear that are resting on his delicious hips and suck them between his teeth. Steve hopes Bucky can tell where his eyes have been as he turns back around with a grin on his face that Steve can’t quite decipher. 

“I’ve got a hankering for somethin’ that isn’t food, big guy.” 

Steve doesn’t know what that means but has a sneaking suspicion it is alluding to something extremely sexual. He hopes it is. Steve’s mouth dries right up when Bucky hops up onto the window, throws a leg over it and straddles the window ledge with unbelievable grace. Steve doesn’t even respond before Bucky is peeking into Steve’s own window, looking into his car. 

“How big is your backseat, Captain Rogers?” 

Steve has ascended. 

He has once again left this life and instead of plummeting into frigid ice, he has been swept up into a flaming inferno. 

He thinks it’s all worth it now. Every shitty and bizarre thing that has happened to him in his life, both of them, has now been deemed worth it as he looks down between his spread thighs and watches Bucky suck down his dick like it’s the best gift he’s ever been given. 

Steve could have never guessed this is how his morning would go, that he’d end up in this random parking lot with Bucky pulling him into the backseat of his car and sitting himself right in Steve’s lap. Don’t get him wrong, it’s the ideal situation, everything Steve eventually wanted, but he thought this is what he’d get after a few dates, after some sort of courting. 

“I’m sure I’ll have some sort of appetite after I bounce myself in your lap the way I’ve been thinkin’ about for twenty-four hours now.” 

Steve had no objections whatsoever. Whatever Bucky wanted. 

“Knew I was gonna love suckin’ on your cock,” Bucky murmurs, voice like sex, dripping in arousal as he mouths at Steve’s cockhead before holding onto the base and smacking Steve against the flat of his tongue, then his cheek. “This isn’t a dick though— this is a cock. Look how big you are, Steve. Just big and pretty all over, aren’t you?” 

Steve’s intended scoff comes out as much more of a garbled whine than a huffed noise. “Right. M’not sure I’m the pretty one, kid.” 

Steve is reminded that he has never seen someone so beautiful in his life actually. He knew it after pulling up to that godforsaken coffee joint, but his realization is driven home in this moment, in watching Bucky suck him off like it’s a privilege, like it’s his only purpose. Even in this vulnerable, subservient position where he is threatening to suck the soul out of Steve’s dick, he’s breathtaking. 

Bucky’s eyelids are heavy with arousal, the curl of his mouth is the most sinful thing Steve has been witness to, and when said mouth is full to the absolute brim of Steve, he moans, makes the sweetest of noises like he’s lost in it. 

Steve almost wishes he could draw Bucky like this and he hasn’t felt compelled to draw with his heart in months.

 Maybe another time. 

“Don’t flatter me, Captain,” Bucky murmurs with a grin, flicking his tongue and mouthing at the crown of Steve’s cock in a way that has Steve’s vision swimming. 

“Steve,” he hears himself breathe, hand coming down to messily stroke a few fingers across Bucky’s cheek. “No Captain, not here. Not with you.” 

Steve’s insides feel all sorts of rearranged with the way Bucky looks up at him, with the seemingly nonstop stream of eye contact he gifts Steve with. He watches as Bucky’s eyelids flutter as he moans, dips his chin and wraps his lips around Steve, sucks. 

“Steve,” Bucky husks out sweetly before he’s swallowing Steve down again, letting him feel the back of Bucky’s throat. 

Bucky sucks cock like he’s a professional, like he’s an expert and he damn well knows it. He’s noisy with it, that perfect edge of sloppy yet succinct, complete with filthy wet noises that go right to Steve’s balls. Bucky moans around his mouthful, throatful, moves his hand in time with his mouth as he does so, slipping together so beautifully Steve has no choice but to drop his head back as he groans. 

The pounding of the rain on the hood of his car barely drowns out his noises. 

This kid doesn’t care that his chin is covered in spit, that his hand is coated in it as well, isn’t afraid to pull off and dive down to mouth at Steve’s sac, first one ball and then the other. Two seconds after Steve lifts his head up to look down at Bucky, he’s right back to dropping it back again, the feeling of Bucky’s tongue slipping behind his balls enough to make him damn near shout towards the roof of the car. Bucky huffs, whines as if he’s on the verge of a climax simply from making Steve feel pleasure he’s never once felt in his life. 

“I wanna make you come, wanna swallow your big load, Steve,” Bucky pouts, voice nasally and desperate in a way that has Steve gritting his teeth. It’s like he can’t bear the thought of pulling his mouth away from Steve’s dick, rubs his cheek against it, moans open-mouthed as he kisses at it between words. “But I want you to come inside of me more, wanna feel this fat cock fill my ass up.” 

Steve gasps, brings his hand down to Bucky’s head once more, this time with an edge of eagerness. He nods his head feverishly as he cards his fingers through Bucky’s chestnut hair, messing up his picture perfect bun as he guides Bucky to wrapping his lips back around his cock. Bucky obliges so gorgeously and eagerly Steve can’t help but moan appreciatively.

“Can...can come more than once. Can stay hard,”  Steve bites out, and he isn’t halfway through his choppy explanation before Bucky is moaning happily, damn near squealing around his mouthful. “You want both, Buck?”

He doesn’t need a verbal answer— Bucky gratefully sputtering and gagging on his dick is enough. 

It takes Bucky but sixty more seconds to make Steve come, embarrassing for him but something Bucky should most definitely take pride in. He sends Steve to the back of his throat, slide after slide, opening his mouth to not muffle the wet and filthy noises of his mouth working Steve over. 

When he comes, he feels his orgasm in his core, pleasure so sharp that it immediately leaves him struggling to take air into his lungs. He forces himself to not shove Bucky’s head down, to not take what little air Bucky has in his own lungs away from him. He fights through waves of his orgasm as he watches on as Bucky drinks him down, as he moans and swallows, moans and sucks, moans and bobs. 

Steve thinks he’s part of some sort of erotic show when Bucky spits bubbles of his mouthful of hot cum back onto Steve’s still- hard cock, whining pitifully when he goes to suck it off again, but Steve is beginning to think this is just Bucky. 

Bucky likes sex. 

Steve likes Bucky. 

Steve thinks he likes sex if it’s with Bucky.

His cock is still covered in his own cum when Bucky moves with pointed determination and a wet mouth from his spot on Steve’s floorboard. To say Steve is surprised even though he knows what’s happening is an understatement. He shakes his head uselessly. 

“It’s…do we…do you have a—” 

“No,” Bucky mumbles with a smile as he fumbles with his shorts. “No condom. I want you raw. I wanna feel you. I promise I’m clean, Stevie. Lemme feel you bare. If I get one chance with Steve Rogers; I want him bare.”

Steve is too overcome with the force of newfound arousal, a wave hot like fire, to reassure Bucky this will not be the last time they see one another. 

He manages to nod his head though, watching through hazy vision as Bucky moves to straddle him, reaching back to pull his excuse for underwear to the side. 

“Know you probably want me to keep my panties on, the way you’ve been eyein’ them. I’ll let you take them home when we’re done here. How ‘bout that?” 

Steve can’t stop his groan as it tumbles from his lips, and all he can think to say is, “But it’s…I’m messy,” as he feels about the cum still coating his erection.

Bucky moans, reaching behind for Steve’s cock, cum-covered and all. “It is messy, baby. But that’s the way I like it.”

Steve reaches another level of ascension when he hears those words, when he feels Bucky press the tip of his cock against his hole, when Bucky doesn’t so much as flinch as he begins to sit on him. 

Maybe it’s because he’s drunk on sex, maybe it’s because he can’t remember what sex felt like before this, but he feels the urge to confess his love for Bucky right there, back seat of a car in the pouring rain and all. He feels like he’s under a spell as he looks up at Bucky, as he takes in his flushed cheeks and glazed eyes, as he watches Bucky get lost in the sensation of being speared open by Steve’s cock. 

“Oh my god,” he hears himself slur, voice dripping in awe, and Bucky smiles— smiles— as he nods his head and lowers himself further onto Steve’s dick. 

It’s impossible for Steve to not reach for Bucky then, for him to not sit up with Bucky in tow and wrap an arm around his tiny middle. It brings their faces impossible close, forces Bucky's hands to come out and scramble for any kind of purchase as he continues to slide down onto Steve’s cock. When they land on his shoulders and then his face, his arms winding themselves around Steve’s neck, the intimacy nearly cuts off Steve’s air supply.

“Oh my god, sit on it.” 

“Steve…!” 

  “Oh baby, c’mon. C’mon…” 

They work in tandem to settle Bucky fully onto his cock, to make him as comfortable as possible with being split open. With the way Bucky bounces and sinks himself into Steve’s lap, it’s clear that he is experienced with sex. But there’s no doubt that Steve is incredibly well-endowed. In fact, Bucky tells him so, to Steve’s utter disbelief. 

“Steve,” he whines into Steve’s open mouth, voice so sweet it makes Steve’s bones ache. “Steve, you feel so big.” 

“I am big, baby— I am. But you can take it, right? Oh, you can take it.” 

He’s not once been one to talk dirty, not once been vocal in any past sexual encounter, but it feels natural with Bucky in his lap. 

Bucky nods his head frantically, wide eyes locked onto Steve’s as if hypnotized. “I can take it.” 

The fingers of his free hand come up to squeeze at the meat of Bucky’s ass cheek, smacking at it when Bucky all but squeals, encouraging him when words become hard and his vision blurs yet again. 

When Bucky’s ass settles flush against Steve’s lap, when he’s left gasping with how hot and tight and wet of a grip his cock is fully wrapped up in, they both share a set of moans, lips smearing messily against one another’s in an excuse for a set of kisses. 

Steve doesn’t even hesitate when he tastes himself on Bucky’s mouth. In fact, his cock pulses at the taste coupled with the reminder images of how Steve’s cum got into Bucky’s mouth in the first place. 

He’s coming to find he enjoys messy if it involves Bucky. 

What he expects to happen next is for the two of them to need to get used to the feeling of Steve inside of Bucky, for Bucky to need to wiggle and roll his hips to adjust to Steve’s size. 

He should know better by now that Bucky is set on surprising Steve at every turn. 

Because what Steve doesn’t expect is for Bucky to moan and press himself fully into Steve’s lap, chest to chest, , to spread his legs around him further and to pout, “Oh, my pussy’s gonna be feeling you for days, Stevie. Stretch it out so good.” 

Holy fuck. 

He lifts himself up in Steve’s grip, an arm around his waist and hand on his ass, and begins to give Steve the best ride he’ll ever have in his life, this one or any cursed one that comes after this. 

The way Bucky sucks cock is nothing compared to the way he rides one. His hips move like water, smooth but with ferocity that can only be compared to hunger, bouncing and rocking in a dizzying tandem. Steve gasps when Bucky adjusts and rises up on his knees, pulling his cock out of his ass and sliding back down onto it, repeating the motion with a guttural and cheerful moan. 

Between bouncing and rocking, Steve isn’t sure if he’ll make it out of this backseat alive. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Does it feel good? Does my pussy feel good?” 

Yeah— they’re going to have to carry him out of here on a stretcher. 

Steve’s thighs shake with the force of Bucky’s bounces, the sensation of the car swaying underneath them adding to the eroticism of the moment. He grits his teeth in an attempt to ground himself, yet all he can hear are the lewd noises of his cum slicking up Bucky’s pussy, easing his bounces and making it easier for Bucky to fuck himself down into Steve’s lap and onto his cock. 

He knows his grip on Bucky’s body has to be too tight, knows that if he isn’t actively thinking about his strength it can get away from him and cause great harm. 

But Bucky doesn’t seem to mind, not with how loud and how eagerly he fucks. The way his body moves, the way it bounces and jiggles in his lap and in said grip, warrants a tight hold. Bucky squeals against Steve’s mouth as he rocks his hips back and forth in Steve’s lap forcefully, finding his rhythm and that sweet spot deep inside of him. 

“Steve,” he all but begs, gasping and tugging at the hair at the back of Steve’s head. “Does my pussy feel good?” 

Validation. Bucky wants validation. Steve can do that. Moving to dig his fingers into the skin of Bucky’s hips, relishing in the shock and pain of Bucky tugging on his hair while his ass squeezes the life out of his cock, he growls through gritted teeth. 

“Pussy feels so goddamn good, Buck. Sweetest pussy v’ever fucked.” 

Bucky’s moan is different this time, more frantic, more emotional. It tugs at Steve’s balls. 

He wants more of that. 

He grabs a hold of Bucky’s ass cheeks this time, two overflowing handfuls that he spreads and spurs on, using his strength for good as Bucky shows more and more signs of his own climax. 

“You like how much my cock stretches your pussy out? You like bein’ stretched out like that?” 

Bucky’s movements become messier, less expertised, as if he’s been waiting for Steve to take over in order to feel. With Steve holding onto him the way he is and with him able to use his strength to fuck Bucky in his lap, Bucky winds an arm back around Steve’s neck, burying his face into the opposite side of it. 

“I love it,” Steve barely hears Bucky slur out. “I fucking love it.” 

“You love the stretch of me or you love hearin’ me talk about it?”

“Both. Both,” Bucky moans, messily sucking on the side of Steve’s neck as he continues to use Bucky’s body, his hole, like a toy. 

That’s all he needs to hear to push past his insecurities of being inexperienced. He lets the words flow, presses them right into Bucky’s jaw.

“Pussy’s so tight, Buck. Fuck. Never had a pussy as good as this. Squeezin’ the hell outta me. Bet it’s so pretty too. You didn’t even show it to me.” 

Bucky’s noises sound like garbled hiccups. Steve is hotter than hell for them. 

“That’s alright though— you can show it to me after this. Bet it’s even prettier all swollen and full’a my cum. Bet it’ll taste even better.” 

Bucky sobs.

“You filthy, bastard. I’m gonna come. Make me come, fuck me harder.” 

Yes. 

He picks Bucky up by the ass and pushes him back down onto his cock faster than humanly possible yet with ease, over and over again until Bucky’s noises are a constant stream, garbled and nonsensical. Being able to use his strength, the vice-like grip Bucky’s pussy chokes him in, the sweet noises Bucky lets out now into his mouth; it sends him all but sailing into his climax. 

“Come in my pussy. Use it for what it’s made for, Steve. Come in it, come in it. Come in my pussy. Fill it up and—” 

Steve blacks out. He isn’t sure if the ringing in his ears is from how hard he comes or from how loud Bucky’s fucked-out noises are, but the first spurt of his second orgasm has him blacking out. 

When he comes to, Bucky is writhing in his lap, wiggling against his front and in his grip, whining about his sweet pussy as he makes a mess of them both between their stomachs. Even through a seemingly watery haze Bucky is beautiful when he comes, free of touch and from Steve’s cock alone. Flushed cheeks, flushed neck, half-lidded eyes and a wet mouth; Steve’s never seen anything more bewitching. 

He can hear himself groaning, can feel the noise of it against the skin of Bucky’s neck when he pulls him close again, sliding his hands up and under Bucky’s cropped jersey. His skin is impossibly warm, impossibly soft. He turns and lets his teeth sink into the skin of his flushed neck, following through with his wish to do so when he first saw Bucky in the drive thru window.

Once he begins to touch Bucky, he can’t stop himself, his hands wandering and rubbing wherever he can, stopping briefly to play with the strings of Bucky’s g-string. 

He breaks the silence by clearing his throat and whispering gruffly. “I do think I want to take this home with me.” 

Bucky’s giggle is immediate and joyful. He pulls his head back, the effort of the movement obvious and sparking a deep sense of satisfaction in Steve. 

“I’m so happy you’re a freak too,” Bucky mumbles, voice raspy and fucked-out. “I was worried I would scare you away.” 

Steve slides his hands back down to Bucky’s ass, kneading at it and moaning at the still pleasurable feel of being inside of someone. 

“To be fair, I didn’t really know I was a freak. You brought it out of me.” 

Bucky purrs happily, squeezing at Steve’s chest and kissing his clean jaw. 

“Good. We can capitalize on that. Hopefully.” 

Steve’s heart soars happily, butterflies such a foreign feeling to him. He squeezes at Bucky further, getting another happy moan out of him. 

“We absolutely can.” 

To Steve’s pleasant surprise, Bucky seems to be in no rush to move from their entangled spot or from Steve’s car. With the exhaustion from using their bodies and the patter of rain falling from the dark sky, it becomes obvious to Steve that they could easily fall asleep here. 

And then Steve can’t help but recognize that he hasn’t felt this at ease with someone, this safe, with someone else since he rejoined this world. 

His grip on Bucky tightens at that thought. He’s unable to stop himself from turning his face and pressing his lips to Bucky’s neck. 

Bucky hums, rocking himself slowly in his lap. 

“Can you come more than twice in a row or…? How long between rounds?” 

Oh yeah— Steve likes sex and Steve likes Bucky.

[stoutguts]

I am such a firm believer, that if Soap and Ghost are an item/boyfriends/husbands,—then Gaz is Soap’s bsf, while Roach is Ghost’s bsf. While, Roach and Gaz would be together, (at least in my mind, I love GazRoach).

Soap and Gaz are incredibly chaotic together and get into all kinds of trouble. Motherfuckers cannot take ANYTHING seriously. Drinking and smoking together, (often getting wasted or as high as a kite, which often leads to more shenanigans). Doing drinking games or showing off smoking tricks to each other. Starting shit with random people just cause they can, Kyle joining Johnny at the demolitions site and in blowing random stuff up around base, pulling moronic or downright despicable pranks on everyone on base just for laughs, or messing around at the range, making their own crude targets to shoot or knife. Maybe even a bit of vandalism, arson, or other stupid stuff when the two are off-duty together,—but don’t tell Price that. They especially like to prank Roach and Ghost and get under their skins. Price often separates them on missions, because he’s afraid that they’re going to royally fuck things up somehow, if they’re together. Constantly sending each other memes they think the other would find funny. Or brainrotted, almost incoherent conversations over text at 3 in the morning. Sending each other dumbass voice messages or notes of them screaming, singing, or doing impressions/horrible attempts at voice acting. They also like to dunk on and make fun of the other members of the 1-4-1, or gossip about them to each other. They just love to talk shit. They both always need to know latest scoop or bout of drama on base. Both have ADHD, and are constantly in need some form of stimulation. So, when hanging out in person (and when they’re not getting up to nefarious activities)—They’re listening to music (hard rock and metal or alternative rock (like Korn, Slipknot, Muse, Radiohead, System of a Down, etc) often times, but they also both love pop (particularly Britney Spears, Kesha, Beyoncé, Lady Gaga, and Katy Perry),—while also watching YouTube, (random video essays they find interesting or entertaining, old YouTube poops, or Moist Cr1TiKaL/penguinz0/Charlie’s videos),—while also showing each other memes on their phones, while Soap also may or may not be drawing, while Gaz also may or may not be writing, while also buying random shit they think is funny off of Amazon.

Ghost and Roach are just the types to play cards together, or maybe watch a movie, or play a board game. (They particularly like watching horror/thriller movies or rom-coms. They like Candy Land, Monopoly, Battleship, Life, and Clue in terms of board games. While, they’re favorite card games are Slapjack, Poker, and Go Fish. They also like playing Chess, Checkers, The Oregon Trail, Exploding Kittens, or Cards Against Humanity from time to time). (Both are extremely competitive, and will often get into petty fights, whether it’s a case of one or the other being a sore loser, or one accusing the other of cheating). Maybe even going out to a local Tesco’s together for a snack run or some fast food drive thru at 1am, or they’ll have a day at the mall, mostly window shopping around random stores or getting something to eat at the food court. (Both are heavily food motivated). Something low-key or chill is really always their go-to. The occasional sleepover. They love to do each other’s nails or hair, or attempt random makeup looks they’ve found on Instagram or something for shits and giggles. They’re also gaming buddies. They’ll play stuff like Minecraft, GTA, Sea of Thieves, Left 4 Dead, Team Fortress 2, (some of Gary’s favorite games). Or they’ll play DND, Overwatch, or some first-person shooter game together (much to Simon’s delight). Roach will even just watch Ghost play rhythm games like Project Diva, Guitar Hero, or Geometry Dash—Or dark fantasy RPG games (Simon’s favorite genre of video games), like Dark Souls, Bloodborne, Skyrim, Elden Ring, or The Witcher. Lots of deep conversations, either over text or in person that’ll last for hours, (might end in one or the both of them crying, and hugging it out/comforting one another). They also often call each other just to check in, and just to hear each other’s voices when they’re apart or when they’re not together. Roach being like the only person Ghost feels comfortable opening up to, besides Johnny or Gary just being the person he’s closest to outside of it’s partner. To be fair, they bond by just being in each other’s presence/they just enjoy each other’s company. No words need to be spoken between them for them to have a good time.

It’s the best though when all 5 of them get together, (Soap, Ghost, Roach, Gaz, and Yuri), as it’s the perfect amount of chill and chaotic at the same time. Super Smash Bros, Mariokart, or Mario Party is always best with five players, after all.

Yuri being aroace, and his friends are all that he needs. He’s able to handle both the chaos and peace. Though Nikolai is his true best friend. The two going way back, and are brothers in arms through and through. Having met when Nik was still in the army. A good portion of it is that they’re bonded through shared trauma. They have a father and son sort of relationship (Nikolai being much older than Yuri), and care about each other deeply. In fact, they’d die for each other, they’re that close. They mostly keep in touch via text and phone calls (not by choice), but will meet up together at a bar or tavern every now and then.

Price and Laswell being best friends and also going way back, like before they even joined the army/CIA. Having met each other in high school. Price, Nik, Laswell, and her wife having dinner parties. Chatting about old times and catching up with one another every so often. They try to call to see how the others doing every now and then, though they much prefer seeing each other in person. Sometimes they’ll even go mini-golfing or bowling together as a double date kind of thing.

Also, Yuri is such a slept-on character. People forget about him/that he exists, and I wish he was appreciated more. :(

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Winter Rose

A Batter Up Extra Chapter

Pairing: Baseball player Joel Miller x Female Reader Rating: Explicit. 18+ (Minors DNI) Summary: It's cold and you're all alone in New York, Joel changes that. Warnings: smut, tub masturbation shenanigans, sex toy use Words: 2,400 A/N: Once I saw @morallyinept's challenge I knew I had to make it Baseball Joel being stupid sweet. Please note this takes place a couple of months after Golden Corral. Thank you to @jennaispunk for her read through!

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You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to winter in New York. Bitter winds, gray skies, piles of dirty snow sitting on the curb. You long for Texas, groaning every morning when you check the weather and see Austin is over twenty degrees warmer than New York. Of course you know the real reason why you long more for Texas these days… Joel’s there.

Fifty degree days, wrapping yourself up in Joel’s flannel when it gets chilly at night, sunlight, the way his skin looks in the sun, Whataburger fries with spicy ketchup, Joel’s hand on your knee as you sit in the drive-thru, your favorite honey latte from Jo’s, the taste of black coffee on his tongue. God, you miss him. 

Isn’t that what your whole relationship was based around… missing each other? Your job kept you in New York while Joel’s training regimen and daughter kept him in Austin. You were at least headed to see him in two weeks… two long weeks.

——

Joel’s typical ringtone makes you smile as you pick your phone up from your desk.

“Hey, didn’t expect to hear from you until this evening, what’s up?” You smile and lean back in your chair.

“Wanted to hear your voice. Did you tell me you had plans tonight?” 

“Nope, my plan was to talk to you and eat my left over eggplant parm.”

“Okay, good. Looking forward to seeing you later sweetheart.”

“I’ll have my iPad charged.”

“I know you will. I’ll see you around seven.”

“Works for me. This was a nice lunch surprise. Thanks for calling.”

“Course. So, I’ll see you at seven in your living room?”

“…Unless I’m in another room.”

“Be in your living room.”

“Whatever you say Joel.” 

“I love you sweetheart, see you then.”

“Can’t wait.”

“I really can’t either. Seven sharp.”

“Seven sharp. Love you.”

——

You don’t know how other long distance couples existed before FaceTime and free long distance calling. Most of your nights now exist of setting your iPad or MacBook on your coffee table and watching TV while Joel’s handsome face keeps you company. Sure, you enjoy random nights out with friends and coworkers but you still count down the time until you can walk home, press the little camera icon on your home screen and call Joel.

The rush of receiving your nightly call is what you wait all day for. Your heart beats faster, your face breaks out into a large grin, your body thrums with excitement whenever you get to hit the ANSWER button. 

You feel those feelings now.

Joel’s face appears on your iPad but… he’s outside.

“Hi! Where are you?”

You hear a horn honk in the distance through the speakers, the same horn you hear outside your window. 

Joel smiles but doesn’t say a thing as he turns around… and your apartment building is behind him. 

“Hi baby,” he winks, “got something for you. Can I come up?” 

You don’t know if you’ve ever smiled this wide before. “What? Yes! Oh my god!”

“Be right up,” his smile is just as big as yours as he ends the call. 

It takes six minutes to get from your apartment’s entrance to your floor. Joel knows your code, he walks quickly and efficiently. You’ll see him in four.

You run to your door and open it, rushing down the hallway waiting for him at the elevator. You don’t care if you’re out in the middle of the hallway only wearing Joel’s oversized sweatshirt and a pair of underwear, if you’re by the elevator, you’ll get to see him quicker.

The elevator dings, the golden doors open, Joel’s hidden behind a giant bouquet of white foxgloves and peonies. 

“Surprise,” he peeks above the massive plume of flowers. The sight of him lights up your entire world. 

“Hi! Oh my god! Hi! Ho—Why? How?!” You shout in disbelief. He’s right in front of you, in your building. 

He walks out of the elevator shifting the flowers to the side and giving you a kiss. It’s the first time you’ve touched him in two very long weeks. He pulls away and smiles your favorite dimple appearing smile. 

“Was able to escape for a few days under the ruse of Winter Meetings being held here.”

“Wow,” your face hurts from how big you’re smiling, “I—remind me to cancel brunch tomorrow. Oh my god! How long are you here?” 

“I’ve got three days, I fly out Monday morning.”

“Three daaaaaays,” you sing as you turn to head back to your front door. Joel following closely behind you.

“Three days.”

——

“They’re beautiful, thank you again,” you bend over and run your hands across the soft petals of the flowers sitting on your coffee table. 

“You’re welcome baby, I remember you said you loved foxgloves and peonies before,” his hand begins to rub your back as you lean forward. He’s always listening.

You turn back to him, he’s sitting on your couch, the same couch you thought you’d be laying on all alone tonight. You hate how good he looks in your spaces, how it’s always such a temporary stay for him, how you know that there’s only a little over two days with him. 

You didn’t eat dinner alone tonight, you got to sit next to Joel at your table and share a meal while he kept his hand on your knee the whole time. He helped you load the dishwasher before lifting you up on the countertop and eating you out as you screamed into your kitchen towel. Your space feels so complete with him in it.  

You pluck a peony from the bouquet and sit back against Joel bringing the flower to your nose. 

“I love the way peonies smell,” you inhale, “and now I get to smell them with my boyfriend.” You turn your head to smell his neck. “You always smell so good.” 

Joel lets a deep chuckle out as you run the flower along his neck.

“There,” you tuck the flower behind his ear, “I always liked the color white against your skin, makes it look even more golden.” 

“Mm, I like whatever color you wear, I know we’ve established that, but,” he takes the flower out from behind his ear, “I’d like to see what this looks like against your skin.”

Joel puts the flower against your cheek.

“I knew it, s’beautiful,” he smiles, “but I want to see how it looks against you here,” he places the flower against your chest, “here,” against your stomach, “here,” against your thigh, “and most importantly,” he places the flower in between your legs, “here.” 

His eyes darken as he drags the flower back up your body. 

“Go ahead ’n get naked for me baby, I need to see.” 

You stand off the couch, quickly shucking your clothes. You love the way Joel looks at you when you’re naked, whether it’s when you’re two inches or two thousand miles away from him, he always looks like he wants to devour your whole body.

“Mm, s’a good girl,” he nods sitting back against the couch. “Get a flower from the bouquet I brought you.”

You bend over and grab another white peony bringing it to your nose to smell the sweet floral scent as your eyes don’t break contact with Joel’s. 

“Lemme see how it looks against your skin.”

You run the smooth petals against your cheek down your chin, past your neck to your breasts. 

Joel lets out a low groan as you circle your nipple with the bloom before trailing it down your stomach. 

“Look at you baby girl, so beautiful.”

Your whole body blooms much like the flower against your skin at his praise. 

“Go lower, lemme see how that white flower looks against your pretty pink pussy.”

Fuck, the way Joel Miller’s soft, deep voice husks out the word pussy. It drives you crazy, it makes another gush of slick rush out of your cunt. You run the flower down your hips and across your thighs, running it along your folds before lifting a foot up and placing it on his knee. 

“That’s a good girl, look at that pussy.”

God, that word and the way he licks his lips as he watches you run the flower along your wet cunt makes your knees weak. It’s so soft and delicate against your sensitive skin, it reminds you of Joel’s tongue, lightly tickling your folds.

“Fuck baby girl,” he leans forward, “give me that flower.”

You hand Joel the flower, you love how the bloom looks in his large calloused hand; something so soft and held within the hands of a large, strong man. He brings the flower up to his nose. 

“Christ, it smells so fucking good, like pretty little flowers and your wet pussy.” He puts the flower behind his ear and stands. “Now, I got something else for you babygirl, close your eyes and wait here, it’s going to be bit so be a good girl and be patient for me, okay?”

You nod and shut your eyes as Joel leaves a kiss on your forehead. 

He’s here with you, in your apartment tonight, he flew halfway across the country to be with you… and now you’re standing naked and alone with only the sound of his retreating footsteps filling the air of your home. What in the world does he have planned?

——

How long will he make you wait? It’s been over five minutes, you may have cheated and checked the clock. 

“Eyes still closed?”

“Yes.”

Your body thrums with anticipation as his footsteps approach.

“Sorry it took so long,” Joel hugs you from behind, “but I think you’re going to like this. Been thinking about this since I got on the plane this morning,” he whispers into your ear. “Now, open your eyes and go to your bathroom.”

You blink your eyes open, realizing nothing has changed in the room. 

“Did I really need to have my eyes closed Joel?”

“No,” he chuckles, “but it adds anticipation, now go.” 

He smacks your ass as you pull away, heading for your room. 

Your room is left as it was, nothing askew besides Joel’s open bag sitting on the floor. You open the bathroom door, Joel’s been busy. 

The tub is filled, white petals float on the surface while a candle sits on the edge casting a flicking aureate glow on the water. 

“Get in baby,” Joel whispers in your ear.  

“What about you?” 

“Not tonight, want to watch you.” 

You walk over to the tub, Joel, always the gentleman, reaches his hand out to help you step in. The heat of the warm water feels good against your chilled skin as you sink down. A small moan leaves your mouth as you lean back against the tub wall and get comfortable. 

“S’nice?” He asks, his eyes watching your every move.

“Mm, very. Haven’t had a bath in a long time. Thank you.”

“I’m doing this for me baby, you look like an ancient goddess taking a bath in your pretty flower petals,” he scoots your vanity bench up to the side of the tub and sits down. “Here,” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small red rose shaped device. “Ordered this for when you miss my tongue but I wanted to watch you try it out for me.”

“What is it?” 

“It’s a rose,” he leans over and dips his hand into water placing it against your thigh, “it goes…” his fingers caresses up to the apex of your thighs as you instinctively spread your legs, his finger dips in and grazing against your clit, “here.” His deep brown eyes burn into yours as you gasp at the contact, the hazel flecks shining in the candlelight as he rubs a thick circle around your sensitive flesh. 

“If you just keep doing that, I won’t need your gift,” you moan. 

“My gift is watching you use my gift,” he winks pulling his hand out. “Now,” he turns the toy on, “I’m going to show you how to use it, ’n then I’m going to let you take care of yourself while I watch, okay?” “Yes.”

“That’s my good girl, ready?” 

You nod as he leans forward, the soft buzz of the toy disappears as he reaches back down into the water and places it against your clit.

Christ, it feels good. Your muscles are already so relaxed from the warm water, but the feeling of the little red latex rose sucking against your sensitive bundle of nerves makes you spark with desire. It doesn’t compare to Joel’s mouth on you, but fuck, it’s a great second place. 

“Fuuuuck,” you blissfully smile.

“That’s it baby, knew you’d like this, feel good?”

“So fu—good,” you moan, gripping the edges of the tub as your body begins to squirm in the water.

“Here, take it, wanna sit back and watch.”

You reach down and replace his hand with yours, pressing down, the suction pulsing harder against your clit causing a shiver across your body. 

“Fuck!” Your voice echoes across the tile as you rock the toy back and forth. 

“That’s right babygirl, I think you like my gift, don’t you?”

“Yessss,” you moan, you’re so close already. It feels so fucking good.

“That’s it baby, look how quick this is making you cum, glad I couldn’t resist getting a taste of you and ate your pussy earlier, or it would have been even more instant, huh?”

“Jooooel,” you clutch his shirt with your soaked hand pulling him forward and kissing him. “Let me cum, please,” you whimper against his lips, “please let me cum.” 

“I’m not stopping you baby,” he gently bites your lower lip, “cum for me pretty girl. Lemme see you cum for me.” 

He leans back, the sight of his now wet shirt from your hand causes your orgasm to tumble into you, his name spills out of your lips over and over, much like the water escaping the tub as your body tremors through the wave of your release. Your hands unclench from the toy, the red rose ascending to float on the water along with the white petals. 

“That’s my good girl, you came so good for me,” Joel breathes against your forehead leaving a kiss against it. “Did you like your flowers?” 

“I like anything you give me.”

⚾️⚾️⚾️

Series Masterlist

[neonthewrite]

Give Chase a boy/girlfriend so that he can finally get a large fries from the McDonald's drive thru!! He deserves it!! 😔🤲🏽

Get some fries and chicken nuggets for Jacob and Bowman(just the fry though) too.

Bobby gets an apple pie with apple juice, as a treat. Just because(let him have something nice for once).

The implication that they won't let you order a large fry from McD's if you're single is really distracting me from the rest of the ask lmao.

But yeah. Chase has dated casually here and there. It never has any bearing on how many fried potatoes he orders. He tends to order a medium though because he's aware of his limits .... sometimes.

If Bowman ended up going with this trio to the drive thru, he'd be so antsy waiting to get away from the window so he wouldn't have to hide. And then after that he'd be wary about the meat orders. How dare they.

Bobby offers him a little bit of apple pie. Bowman doesn't accept on principle.

Jacob would count them all lucky Bowman doesn't get into trouble somehow. Do not go flying into that drive thru window, bud. That's no place for a sprite. Also how are they going to explain that to literally anybody? No, just hide in the car it's not that long a wait.

[c0zy-fluff]

GUYS I GOT A KICKIN HC (that only has a sprinkle of StarStudent; only a sprinkle hehe)

I REALLY WANNA BELIEVE THAT KICKIN HAS DEFINITELY DONE THIS IN A DRIVE THRU BEFORE (w/ Hoppy in the front seat, cuz she called shotgun and Bubba in the driver's seat)

THIS WOULD SO BE KICKIN'S IDEA AND HOPPY WOULD ABSOLUTELY LAUGH AND GO ALONG W/ THE LIL SHENANIGAN WHILE BUBBA'S JUST TRYING TO MUFFLE HIS LAUGHTER FROM THE PERSON WHO'S SPEAKING TO THEM AT THE DRIVE THRU

[arcadia75]

Why Janeway needs a therapist

I got a request for a follow-up to list out why Janeway also needs to see a therapist

Note: I'm treating at least Mosaic as canon. Some of the Voyager stuff might be out of order and probably forgetting stuff.

Got captured by Cardassians and had to listen to her Captain be tortured (and was possibly tortured herself)

Lost her fiancé and father in a shuttle accident, in which she could maybe have saved one of them but didn't

We have no knowledge of what she may have been thru in her career before Voyager. Wolf 359? Other battles?

Lost x% of her crew when thrown to the Delta Quadrant

Made the decision to blow up the Array that stranded the remainder of her crew 70 years from home

Effectively lost another fiancé by stranding herself 70 years from home

Had to deal with a race wanting to steal her crews organs

Had to deal with a Cardassian spy on her ship

Had to deal with integrating the Maquis crew into her Starfleet crew

First Officer got kidnapped by above Cardiassian spy

Got hyper-evolved into a salamander and had babies with her helmsman

Had to deal with Q, on multiple occasions

Saw a double of herself blow up her ship to save them, plus had to accept a duplicate Ops officer and baby onto her ship

Had to kill one being to get her Security officer and Morale officer back

Got stranded on a planet with her first officer, fell in love with him, and then got rescued where they had to go back to being just friends

Got ship taken over by hostile force and then stranded on another planet, where crew died

Had to rescue her Ops officer and Helmsman from prison

Ferengi fucked up a way home

Had to deal with time traveling back to 1996 Earth and saving the future

Single handedly fought a macrovirus to save the ship

Died. Then gaslight by an entity posing as her dead father

First Officer brainwashed by a bunch of former Borg

Had to save officers from a rouge holodeck program written by the Cardassian spy from 3 years ago

Had to make a deal with the Borg, that her First Officer kind of went back on and then fought with him

Had to rehabilitate a former Borg drone

First Officer brainwashed to fight in a alien war

Brain chemistry messed with by aliens doing experiments

Destroyed the ship in a timeline that reset

Fiancé officially broke up with her.

Aliens captured the ship and brainwashed entire crew to participate in war simulations

Switched bodies with some of her crew (was this in Vis a Vis or just fanfic?)

Had to deal with the Omega particle

Alien that they all forget was on their ship and fell in love with her First Officer

Duplicated into goo, then dies later when she doesn't realize she's a duplicate

Major depressive episode during a part of space with no stars

Gets her crew killed by deciding to try a slipstream drive

Demoted helmsman for defying orders

Had to play mind games with alien who wanted to fuck her

Had to discipline her love struck ops officer when she's not getting any herself

Drove her First Officer/Best Friend/Would be lover to the brink of madness to save the ship

More temporal mechanics shenanigans

Found another Starfleet ship and then they turned out to be killers and crazy

Holographic boyfriend malfunctions

Former alien crew member who evolved to a higher being comes back super pissed off

Willingly assimilated into a Borg

Had to help First Officer put the ship back together after it was split into 37 different timeframes

Brainwashed to work in a factory, falls in love with an alien, forced to give him up when her memory gets restored

Had to deal with future self coming back and telling her the awful things about the future

Watched First Officer/Best Friend/Would be Lover get involved with her protégé

At least a year we don't know about. Hopefully she saw a therapist

Promoted to Admiral then sends Starfleet flagship on a mission that costs the life of one of their most beloved officers

Three years we don't know about. Hopefully she at least took a couple vacations

Sends Former First Officer / Best Friend / Would be Lover on a mission where he gets lost 52 years into the future

Spends possibly 3 years looking for said First Officer / Best Friend / Would be Lover

Retires! Buys a nice house! Gardens!

Forced out of retirement cuz synthetic beings attack Mars shipyards

[spookberry]

So will you ever go back to the Haunted High timeline in your half normie au, as a reader in Tapas it feels weird to me that we go from a main story line then get filler for future parts like one moment they met for the first time then we see them doing shenanigans when the story tine already finished

Yeah of course I will, my goal is to finish Haunted and then loop back around to the night Tucker found out he was a werewolf. And with that I'll start jumping around until I decide on whichever big arc I want to do after that.

Half Normie hasnt really been made chronologically at any point, I just started making things and realized the timeline middle of the way thru. And tbh I've dealing with irl stuff and add in post thesis art block I kind've just been making things when I have the drive to do it ya know?

[dontcareplusthisholeistoosmall]

fuck it

soul eater characters if they worked at an arby’s

maka:

of course, a model employee

works the counter since she’s the only one who can truly put up with the elderly customers and their bullshit

tries to run a tight ship and is constantly exasperated by her coworkers’ antics

whenever she gets a truly mean customer who doesn’t respond to the nice treatment she brings in……….

liz:

usually works the drive thru unless she has to step in and take an asshole down a peg

cares enough about her job to be good at it but not enough to take bullshit

constantly doing her nails or on her phone while taking orders (miraculously she never takes an order wrong)

her timer never reaches more than 50 seconds between a car pulling up and leaving with their food

crona:

does the bagging bc dear god if a customer even looks at them they’ll start tearing up

volunteers to do cleaning in the lobby so they can get away from the stress of the kitchen

is the newest hire and fully intended to be silent for most shifts (maka would never let this happen)

just so happened to come in a week before the employee christmas party and was terrified the entire time

whole heartedly believes kid is their boss which brings us to……….

kid:

is the assistant manager which is fancy talk for The One Who’s Been Here Longest

floats around different positions wherever he’s needed

insane about uniform code

swears he’s not a nepotism hire bc “My Dad (the owner) Didn’t Even Know I Applied”

has an aneurysm anytime soul or black star calls him a Nepo Baby

runs an incredibly tight ship, allows for no shenanigans (they happen anyway)

is sometimes locked in the freezer by his coworkers (“THIS ISN’T FUNNY GUYS I COULD GET HYPOTHERMIA AND DIE!!!…………. while i’m in here i might as well organize”

might as well be the manager honestly, he does everything

soul and black star:

they both work the sandwich counter

it is chaos back there

will constantly battle it out for who can make things faster/better

will occasionally throw things at the back of maka’s head through the window and blame each other

begs whoever’s working the fryer to make them onion rings

they do rock paper scissors for who has to clean the floor (the winner makes it as dirty as possible for the other)

tsubaki:

works either drive thru or cashier, whichever one needs the most help

is the only one who can get black star to do his job

the regulars absolutely adore her, especially the sweet old ladies

always encourages the rest of the staff

arranges all the staff parties

is responsible for the Employee of the Month board (which is almost always maka)

will draw little pictures and tape them up around the drive thru registers (including one of her and liz holding hands bc they’re in love)

is way too good for this arby’s

kilik:

he has no idea why he hasn’t left yet

works the fryer bc he has made it clear to management he will not deal with the customers

always has an airpod in to drown out the bullshit (it drives kid absolutely insane)

pretends to be over soul and black star’s shit but secretly instigates

always volunteers to get stuff from the back freezer but is gone for a suspicious amount of time

100% the owner’s favorite

also way too good for this arby’s

next time: the adults!

[thezoraprince]

Drive-Thru Shenanigans - Sidon x reader / Bazz x reader / Revali x reader

“You know those videos of women calling their boyfriends their husband at the drive through, to see their reactions? What would Sidon and Bazz’s (and you can add Revali for the Revali lovers!) reactions to their s/o casually referring to them as their husband in a conversation with someone?” - @rocklover719​

i’m making this a drive-thru AU, because working for the ‘Siren’ for the past 3 1/2 years has taught me some things. i’m also combining all of these into one, because they’re short enough to fit in one post. so, let’s all pretend that Hyrule has a drive-thru restaurant (or a specific café chain) for like 10 minutes max. 

enjoy <3

y/n - your name

SIDON

you’ve pulled up to the speaker

“Hi, I would like…?”

you turn to Sidon

“What would you like?”

and he tells you

“And my husband would like…?”

‘Husband?’

they tell you the total 

and you’re waiting to pull up to the window

Sidon’s got a cheeky grin smeared across his face

“Did you just… call me your husband?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“What about it? Oh ho ho, I can play this game.”

you pull up to the window

you’re making your transaction

and they’re handing out your items

“Thank you so much!”

and Sidon leans over your lap to speak to the person in the window

“And can my [wife/husband/partner] have a straw, please? [They’re] prone to spilling [their] drink when driving without one.”

Sidon knows you so well

and he knows he’s embarrassed you a bit

he giggles silently as the person in the window hands you a straw

“Have a nice day!”

and off you go

“Did you really have to do that, Sidon?”

“Oh absolutely, y/n. You know I can’t pass up an opportunity to watch you blush.”

BAZZ

you’ve got your order down

“Hello! Can I please have…”

and you turn to Bazz

“What do you want, Bazz?”

and he tells you

“And my husband will have…”

Bazz freezes

‘Husband? Husband?! HUSBAND?!??’

you’ve got your total and you’re next up for the window

“You cannot do that, y/n!!”

“What?”

“You just— you—”

he exhales deeply

you see how flustered he is

and it’s ADORABLE

“Bazz, are you alright?”

and he nods slowly, smiling slightly with embarrassment

“Mhm…”

you pull up to the window

you’ve done your transaction and you’ve been handed your items

Bazz is silent

“Bazz? Seriously, are you okay? I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, y/n. Please. That was just… very unexpected. And, umm… I found it… quite attractive.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, umm… I’d really like to go home now, please.” 

REVALI

it was your day to treat yourselves

and Revali’s basking in the glory of being Passenger Princess

you pull up to the speaker box and you’re greeted with a friendly voice

“Hi! Can I please get…”

and you already know Revali’s order by heart

“And can my husband ha—”

“Hhhhold on…WHAT?”

and you just laugh

“I’m not your husband!”

and you hear a giggle from the speaker box

“Is that Revali? Don’t worry, I’ve got that order memorized. We’ll see you up here.”

and you pull up

“Revali, it was just a joke! Chill out!”

“I know it was a joke. And that’s not the problem. Today, I’m Passenger Princess. You know this! WE MADE AN AGREEMENT, Y/N!!”

and you’re laughing way too hard now

you get to the window

and you calm yourself as best as you can

“I am soooo sorry. I referred to him as my husband. He is not my husband. He is THE Passenger Princess, and he wanted me to correct myself for you.”

and he is smiling

“That would be correct! Thank you!!”

the person in the window is DYING with laughter

you’ve got your transaction done and you’ve got your items

“I hope you and THE Passenger Princess have the best day ever! We’ll see you soon!”

and then you’re out of there

“Revali!! Why would you do that?”

“Because… I’m the Passenger Princess.”

[bellshazes]

companion to my bdubs best-of, here's a cheat sheet of my personal favorite etho mindcrack episodes. going to organize this by topic, then miscellaneous stuff by season under the cut. because there is so much.

king of the ladder is one of the best, although you might want to watch the sky shrooms prank episodes leading up to it too. best hour you'll ever spend watching people climb a ladder over and over. sick aerial maneuvers.

boat prank with doc - boat boy! boat boys.

team canada - the first big prank on zisteau, and the painting one - payback will be a bitch. also, ???.

obsidian coffin prank - bdubs falsely claims etho pranked him, so etho builds bdubs a numbers puzzle. of death.

onion pranked - team boobee gifts etho one of his favorite foods.

fun house prank and von sway - a new architectural design style is born.

death games - in order to avenge pause, etho hunts his friends for sport but says if they kill each other, they can increase the amount of times etho will kill the other person. sometimes fails, but also this absolutely spectacular kill on nebris using respawn mechanics to surprise is so good. see also hostility rises.

death games 2.0 - now server-wide opt-in event in the following season. bdubs (and guude) try to kill etho. civil war and an arkas kill.

mass pvp - arena fight night, LENS BATTLE. spawn UHCs, arkasdam pvp,

horsegirl activities - the horse drive-thru, beyonc? and taylor swift, a horse timer, doing wheelies,

season 1

nether project - taking one for the team, etho begins his first nether hub construction in classic nether brick and sandstone. later expanded with help from the b-team.

nice prank - please enjoy this kevin mcleod speed cleaning montage. if you can.

bdoubleo - just before the trial, etho and bdubs discuss their upcoming court case while making trees, 3D cubes, and a big hole at spawn. tune in next to the etho vs the b-team trial to find out why he's got chocolate on his knees.

the underside - etho finds out he's got a roommate and continues his quest for an anvil kill.

the pet shop - etho prepares to open his extremely legitimate, fully-licensed, no illegal activity pet shop and feels just so bad for the poor b-team. also, this is the first episode hoppers existed, which has nothing to do with his new quartz generator.

king of the boat - a bunch of people come together to fix bdubs' flammable arena. shenanigans ensue.

seinfeld fans - etho shows beef his new trivia game.

pvp lesson with generikb - etho teaches pvp skills and learns a new word.

season 2

nether hub again - the nether hub falls on etho again but bdubs pitches in this time. ghost zombies, quartz tragedies, etho's little buddy (betrayal)

i feel fine - etho is NOT sick, tells firework stories while helping with doc's perimeter and helps bdubs fishing rod kill a piglin.

canadian killers - etho's escort service, live, from pauseunpause's gaping hole.

this one just for the wither kill at the end.

workers shack - i literally just love this build fr. he steals bdub's color scheme. for more arena work, see capture points, the layout, bed respawn, death counter, arena chit chat,

[bonkobarnes]

Bonko, any hc on these?

- cam and Becca - their first time

- cam and Becca - their last time before Becca left

- cam and Becca - their first time in the future

I love thinking about them !!!!

First time:

- sometime in late highschool, cam could have graduated and Becca been a senior. Only because I really like the idea of them pining over each other for sooooo long

- they were never an official item, just lots of drunk or stolen kisses, so it was a little shocking to both of them when it happened

- it happened at Becca’s house, while her parents are gone. For some reason I don’t see either of them owning a car so back seat shenanigans are out

- very soft very sweet and very all of a sudden

- their first time with each other was also their first time ever so it’s very new and Becca’s hands would be sweaty and cam wouldn’t be able to get Becca’s bra undone

- they are both very unsure of the feelings they have for each other and for women in general so the after part is kind of awkward

- but cam still spends the night even if they pretend nothing happened in the morning

- HOWEVER my controversial opinion is that they never actually had sex before Becca left and the bar was the first time they got that far. If u wanna know more about this pls ask id love to share

Last time before Becca left:

- I originally interpreted this as their last time before they parted ways post trial so I’m sticking with that line of thinking

- they definitely didn’t know it would be the last time

- timeline wise it was maybe a day before Becca got high on acid

- Becca went over to cam’s and they got half way thru dinner before Cam had her pinned on the couch eating Becca out like she was starving

- becca Finally got to top that night and Cam said Becca’s name as she came

- Becca didn’t spend the night but it was hard to leave. They cuddled and when Becca finally said she should probably head out Cam hesitated for a long time before letting her go

- Becca smiled to herself the entire way home. Cam didn’t wash the scent of Becca off her

After reuniting:

- CAR SEX!!!

- this will become a post eventually but I imagine the first time they reunite is like 5-6 years post canon and it’s because they come back to Victoria for some random holiday

- they go out for a drink and end up making out in a very public albeit empty parking lot

- Becca getting off in Cam’s lap in the bench seat of her truck

- Cam dropping Becca back off at her parents house and Becca leaning over to kiss her while they are parked in the drive way

- and most importantly cam lets her

- even tho she can see Becca’s family thru the window. Even tho someone could walk out at any moment and see them. She kisses Becca back eagerly

- Cam helps her fix her lipstick. Becca walks back into the house all giddy like a teenager. Cam sings along to the radio as she drives back to her dads

[thegamingcatmom]

You brought up the idea of spider-kate ONCE, and my brain took it and ran with it, so I gift thee some chibi spider-kate shenanigans

[I imagine her lil ponytail thru the mask helps emote better with movement, excited? It sways like idk dog tail]

WHAT-

I can´t deal-

THAT´S SO DOPE!!!

THE WEBS-

THE PONYTAIL-

THE WEBS-

Not Kate casually snatching MC up and glueing her to the CEILING so she can´t get away. 😭💀

(Which is totes smt she would do btw.)

Now I can´t not imagine Kate just going like-

(We´ll keep the shirtless part ofc.)

*zip*

"Not so fast, lil spitfire..."

YKNOW-

Driving Tanya nuts-

...

And, before you know it, you´ve got a house full of vampires (well, two) shooting spiderwebs out of god-knows-where. It´s pure chaos. 💀

Can you imagine poor CARMEN??

Carmen: *takes in her collectibles and all the other stuff she has acquired over the years, all of it now covered in thick spiderwebs*

Carmen: *eye starts twitching* (bad sign)

Carmen: *takes a deep breath* (very bad sign)

Carmen, at the top of her lungs (which is entirely unnecessary since they´re all vampires and that makes it fucking scary cause she does it solely for intimidation purposes): "...GIIIIIRLS!"

...

Tanya & Kate, somewhere in the house: 💀

*funeral march starts playing*

ASKFJBASKBASLKF

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Spider-Kate is so damn precious though. 🕷️🥹

Her song would probs be smt like:

Spider-Kate, Spider-Kate One of her webs will seal your fate Spider-Kate, Spider-Kate Catches you and takes you on a date.

.

Listen-

I hate spiders with a passion.

But that is one spider I wouldn´t mind crawling all over me. I´d love to get tangled in those webs-

ASFASLFAKSFDBAKSBFKSABSADF

Thank you so much for sending me this!! 😭❤️