#i still can't get over how pretty these both are :'''')

[holeforzenin]

Tw - Dad’s bestfriend Nanami, dark content. Taboo elements. Age gap (21, 43), He doesn't want it but he can't help himself :3

Nanami never thought of you that way.

You were his best friend's daughter. He helped change your diapers and drove you to piano lessons when your dad was too busy. He sat through your school plays with a proud smile and clapped louder than anyone else because of how proud of you he was.

To him, you were sweet, silly, sometimes a handful—but never a woman. Never someone to want or lust over. He's a better man than that. A man with morals.

And he still didn't, at least not until tonight?

The house was quiet and lonely with your parents out of town, so Nanami offered to come over and keep an eye on you—just to make sure you didn’t accidentally burn the place down. It wasn’t anything new; he’d been the only one your parents trusted to babysit you for as long as you could remember. By now, you were used to having him around. He was practically like an uncle to you. A second dad.

You’re curled up next to him on the living room couch, laughing at some dumb comedy movie, dressed in one of those tiny matching tank top and shorts set that left way too much of your pretty thighs exposed against his. He tried not to notice how soft and delicate you felt when you leaned into him, giggling with your cheek brushing his shoulder.

It wasn't sexual. It shouldn't be sexual.

So when you climbed into his lap, giggling and flustered, and warm from one glass of wine—he didn't know what to do. He immediately stiffened under you like your touch had burnt him.

“Sweetheart—” he started in a gentle tone, brows furrowed tight as he held his hands up, hovering in the air like he couldn't dare lay them on you.

“I just missed you so much, Uncle Ken” you murmured, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nuzzled in close. “You’ve been so far away and busy lately”

“Y—You shouldnt be touching me like this,” he muttered. “You can't sit here, not like this”

But you didn’t move. You just shifted in his lap, slowly rolling your hips just once—almost innocent, like it didn’t mean anything, but you both knew better. That’s when he felt it—your warmth pressing down and grinding directly over his cock, right through the thin layer of your shorts and of his slacks.

His breath caught. His hands shot to your waist—not to push you off, but to stop you from doing it again.

“Don't,” he said sharply with a low hiss. “Don't do that”.

You blinked at him with that innocent look on your face—that soft, bratty smile curving your lips. “Why not?”

“Because it's not right”. His fingers harshly dug into your sides. “Because I'm supposed to be looking out for you, not—”

But then you did it again—rolling your hips even slower this time, letting him feel the full heat of your pussy through the soft stretch of your shorts. And his words caught in his throat.

His cock was getting hard.

It wasn't supposed to happen. He wasn't even thinking about it. He didn't want this. He didn't want to feel how warm and soft you were, how easy it would be to slide one hand between your thighs and feel you. He didn't want to imagine how wet you might be—rubbing yourself all over him and marking him with your arousal like that— like you didn't know better.

But you did know better. And you did it again.

“Kento...” you whispered, and his whole body flinched like someone pointed a gun at him. You'd never called him that when you were on top of him before. It felt so wrong.

“Stop,” he growled, but his grip on you tightened instead of loosening. “This is—fuck—this is wrong”

You were grinding in earnest now, soft little whines in your throat as you rocked yourself against the thick length straining against his slacks. The outline is his cock denting into your clothed folds and giving your hungry cunt delicious fiction. His cock pulsed with every movement, throbbing painfully. He’s too hard and fucking weak.

His cock is throbbing so meanly beneath the fabric like it’s trying so hard to rip it open and release itself—thick and leaking and twitching with every teasing pass of your hips. “I didn't want this,” he said as if he could still convince himself. “I never wanted this”.

But he wasn’t stopping you. Fuck no—he was letting it happen, making it happen. His hands had settled on your hips in a bruising grip, holding you down firmly and guiding your movements even as he pretended to let you take the lead. His head fell back, eyes clenched shut, lips parted with a strained, choked groan.

You could feel the tremble in his fingertips, the way his breath hitched every time your clothed cunt dragged over the aching bulge again and again.

“I thought of you as my own,” he whispered like it was a confession. “I didn't even see you like this until tonight—until you...”

You moaned softly and ground down just right, and that was it.

He completely snapped.

His hand grabbed your ass hard, fingers digging in the flesh hard enough to bruise as he yanked your body further into him and grinding you against him with a rhythm that was anything but gentle. It was filthy and utterly desperate—like something inside him had snapped like he couldn’t take another second of teasing.

His hips rutted up into you with hard, mean thrusts, chasing more friction like a man starved with his cock still trapped in the confines of his slacks.

He needed it. Needed you. Needed the heat of your cunt dragging over him, the wet spot on your panties growing with every grind. The soft, broken noises spilling from your mouth.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder, panting into your neck, breath hot and rough like he hated himself for how badly he was shaking. His cock was leaking through the fabric, a thick stripe of pre-cum that smeared every time he eagerly fucked up into your clothed pussy.

“God, forgive me,” he gasped, voice breaking in a moan, “I can't—I can't stop, fuck—what are you doing to me”

But he didn't stop.

Not even when he came in his slacks with your name on his tongue.

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or him dreaming of you.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ this is a bit of a fluffy filler… i have something exciting coming for them it makes me giggle!!

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

the fall break was coming up, and so far, the only plan you had was to crash over at vivian's place, fully aware that you were less than welcome to go home to your parents. you were on your laptop, your messages with MalachiConstant open on KildareUChats.

YOU: you got any plans for over the break?

MalachiConstant: yeah, a bunch of us are going to our buddy's lakehouse.

YOU: geez, i'm jealous.

MalachiConstant: well i'd invite you to tag along but i'm pretty sure your response would be 'i'd rather die'

YOU: you know me so well, vonnegut. YOU: nah, my plan is to go to my friends' place, we're just gonna spend the entire week playing video games and watching really bad romcoms while eating half our bodyweight in junk food.

MalachiConstant: and is the cat coming too?

you chuckled, looking to angel who was currently munching on her dinner, before turning back to your laptop.

YOU: nah, i got a catsitter. my friend's mom is allergic.

MalachiConstant: damn, cat-free and everything. MalachiConstant: don't do anything i wouldn't do poe

YOU: i don't think there's much you wouldn't do. YOU: i still remember you telling me about diving off a roof into a pool.

MalachiConstant: hey, i used to take swimming lessons. i was a pro at work

YOU: and also under a nice amount of promilles.

MalachiConstant: someone's just jealous because she doesn't have the balls to dive off a roof.

YOU: let's not get it twisted. i'm smart enough to not dive off a roof.

you and vivian were studying in the library for an exam, when she suddenly spoke up. "so… i have some news." vivian looked at you with pursed lips, making you instantly aware that whatever her news was, it would not be good.

"what is it, viv?" you asked, trying not to show to the girl how nervous you were. "come on, spit it out."

"soo... topper kind of invited me to come hang out with him over the break..." she tapped the rubber end of her pencil against the desk. "alright...?" you questioned, your brows furrowed. "what's so bad about that?"

"it's for the whole week." vivian cleared her throat, "at his family's lake house..."

"viv!" you groaned in exasperation, "we have plans. you told him no, right? that we were hanging out for the break?"

"well..." she looked down, doing everything to keep her eyes anywhere but on your face, "i kind of said i'd talk to you about it..."

"i can't believe you." you scoffed, "you're ditching me. you know the crap i go through when i go home and you're-"

"no, it's not like that!" your best friend interrupted, putting her hand on your arm as a way to calm you down. "i told him that i couldn't do it because i was gonna hang out with you, but then he told me to bring you along. and he said i can bring zainab and emilia along, too. zainab said she couldn't make it, but em is fully in."

you shook your head, letting out a soft scoff, "vivian, you know how bad my anxiety is. spending a week with a bunch of strangers sounds like my worst nightmare."

"hear me out." vivian insisted, "most of the football team is gonna be there. which means that your online boyfriend is also likely gonna be there."

"so?"

"so you have a chance to finally find out your mystery guy's identity! then you'll fall in love, get married and have a bunch of babies who'll call me auntie viv and i'll secretly buy them beer when they're too young to buy it themselves."

"i'm seriously starting to think that you don't have any morals."

"i'm dead inside." the pink-haired girl shrugged her shoulders, "so? are you in?"

"what makes you think i want to know the identity of the dude?"

"the fact that you get all giggly whenever your damn phone lights up like you're a middle schooler passing notes with your crush. you wanna be with him, don't you? you're so much more open, so much happier than you were BFB."

"BFB?"

"before frat boy." vivian grinned at her own wit, softly nudging your arm, "you totally have the hots for him."

"no one says that anymore." you rolled your eyes, fiddling with the edge of a sheet of paper, "i'm nervous. what if he doesn't like me?"

"girl, shut up." vivian let out a frustrated groan, "i've seen the messages you send each other. it's like the online version of eye-fucking someone. seriously, you two might as well be sexting, and that would somehow be less couple-y than the shit you have going on now."

"we're not that bad!" you exclaim in feigned offense, making vivian lift her brows, "not that bad? what did the message he sent you last night say again... something about dreaming about just staring into your eyes. him asking you to describe how they look just so it could be accurate?"

you couldn't help but feel your cheeks starting to burn as you thought back to the messages you'd been exchanging the night before.

YOU: i'm currently looking up at the stars. YOU: i actually took an astronomy class a while back!

MalachiConstant: of course you did, nerd. MalachiConstant: you know what'd be nice?

YOU: i'm sure you'll tell me!

MalachiConstant: ha ha. MalachiConstant: i wanna look at the stars with you, poe. i can picture you womansplaining all the constellations and shit.

YOU: aww, that's weirdly kinda sweet. YOU: who are you and what have you done with vonnegut boy?

MalachiConstant: really appreciate how seriously you're taking this MalachiConstant: i dream of you sometimes, you know

YOU: oh? YOU: what do you dream about?

MalachiConstant: all kinds of sappy shit MalachiConstant: i dream of just staring into your eyes MalachiConstant: i'm pretty sure your eyes are gorgeous

YOU: good theory. you don't even know what they look like. does that line seriously work on any girls?

MalachiConstant: maybe you should describe them to me.

you bit down on your bottom lip, vivian looking at you with an expectant look on her face, "he likes you, sweetie. and he's still gonna like you when he finds out who you really are. if he doesn't, then he's a fucking idiot."

"viv-"

"say yes. say that you'll come. what do you have to lose?"

letting out a sigh, you shook your head, vivian looking at you with a pleading look in her eyes. "i hate you, viv."

"is that a yes?"

"yeah." you rolled your eyes, "it's a yes."

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[rooniearts]

Pitayaverse Asks............ TWO!

I once again have a good handful of asks regarding Pitayaverse, so here goes another post! :'D This time around there's about 29 asks I'll be answering! Enjoy <3

Silver's fine! His fur is just darkening with age :] Think of it like how a Siamese cat's fur works - he starts out looking almost fully white, but his limbs and face slowly darkens over time.

REAL,,, petition to let Tails hit his brother with hammers

@dahliacloud

Oh yes, he resents him deeply. He had no part in any of this, but still slowly but surely ended up with all of Sonic's responsibilities. But by far the worst part for him is seeing how much it all affects this tiny little baby girl. THAT is what truly infuriates him.

It's come to my attention that this ask is probably about his Archie backstory, which I unfortunately don't know much about and so isn't canon to the AU ;v; I'm going with the vague idea that they don't have parents for whatever reason and had to grow up alone together

But in that case, I still like to think it has a part to play, yeah. Tails knows how hard it is to grow up without a parent, and he knows Sonic does too, so he can't comprehend why he isn't trying harder to give this kid that love and stability.

@lowkeuu

LMAOOO idek how that would work with a fox! Maybe his fur thins? Idk :'D but he absolutely does start growing grey hairs pretty young

Oh, yeah. Having the Kind Patient Sweet one of the group snap and pop the fuck off on someone is scary every time it happens. All of them, Shadow included, would definitely be taken aback at the very least.

If I do end up giving them a kid, then this is absolutely the way I'd go with it. I can't let my boy go through even more turmoil in this AU, he's had more than enough :')

AWW LOL, see I like this take on it. That's very cute and I think he would just actually volunteer to take them in at that point too :D

[Referring to this post]

She does, but calling them that is a habit she picked up from Tails. Sonic and Knuckles just only referred to themselves and eachother as "dad," so when she'd talk to Tails about them he'd ask her to specify whether she meant "Sonic-dad" or "Knuckles-dad." Eventually she just started using those terms every time she spoke to or about them!

As Pitaya grows up, Knuckles graduates from "Knuckles-dad" to just "dad", but she eventually just starts calling Sonic by his name. Sonic doesn't really mind this, except for the few times that Knuckles gets to hold it over his head

HEHEHE loving all this Pitaya hype from y'all!! Thank you and yes, she deserves the world <3

YESSS! It's so important to me that she grows up to be happy. Maybe not well adjusted, but she's got endless determination and is not afraid to speak her mind!

[Referring to this post]

I mean, it's part of why. His actions didn't exactly do much to alleviate her doubts, either.

@your-local-cattus-enjoyer

The master post is right here! There may be a few stray asks that aren't listed, but they should still be under the tag

The basic gist of it is that he was just really neglectful. He was barely there, and when he was, it was often only a matter of time before he and Knuckles started fighting. As an adult, she's also really upset that he let Tails take over all the heavy lifting for him when he was still just a kid too.

Once in a while! Usually whenever both Knuckles and Tails are preoccupied for whatever reason. All their stories of clever sleuthing and high-stakes tussles is what made her want to be a detective one day :]

And yes, actually, she did! Her and Echo, and occasionally Psi and Alloy, end up forming their own New Chaotix Detectives group! They just aren't nearly as active as Vector, Espio and Charmy were :')

LOL, for sure! She loooves her cool uncles Vector, Espio and Charmy. She knows they've always got her back <3

Mighty USED to be in the cool uncle camp, but absolutely not anymore. That went out the window the second he got with Sonic. She does love Knuckles, but she's had her ups and downs with him. Ray she just doesn't really know at all, he just goes in the resentment bin by association :'D

That's so true actually,,,, my obvious Chaotix bias is showing :'D

But hmm, that's a good question. If they were to end up together, I think they probably wouldn't have kids, no. I like to imagine they'd be the type of couple who live seperately and just visit eachother frequently, and not like married with kids.

@inkmaams

Their go-to babysitter list is very short because Silver gets very very paranoid over them :'D It consists of Blaze&Amy and Vector ONLY. And it took Espio AGES to convince Silver to let Vector take care of them in the first place

[Referring to this post]

Yup :') He was probably not gonna tell them about any of that, but alas he and Espio spawned Little Mr. Thought Police so now he has no choice but to explain himself </3

@i-only-created-this-to-read

Maybe not robots, but in theory, I guess he probably could read aliens' minds. I was mostly referring to humans/mobians, but there's no reason he couldn't try on other sentient organic beings. However, I feel like they may end up being incomprehensible noise to him because of how differently an alien's brain would work to his own

As for when he's in meltdown mode and can hear everyone all at once, no, he can't hear everyone in the universe, just those that are within a certain radius. Think of it as like whatever a normal hearing range would be, just not obstructed by walls.

Yes! Espio and Silver are married and besides one or two blow-ups, they happily stay that way. And Sonic and Mighty are at the very least life partners, whether they get married or not (I haven't yet decided lol)

Besides them, Blaze and Amy are also married! And Knuckles and Rouge too eventually :]

LMAO, Sonic WISHES. But nay, Mighty had to go and be a spoilsport and put a rule against backwards names. Rude of him tbh.

bro just can't stop spawning babies, what can I say🥀

@scribble0rat

LOL yeah the poor guy only had a vague idea of what he was signing up for. He had met Pitaya once in a while when she was young, and he knew Sonic had struggled with being there for her and that something happened between him and his friend group, but he didn't realize just how angry not only Pitaya was, but also Tails. He's using all those years of anger management to their fullest to tank this situation, I fear :'D

AND YESSS my boy needs more love <3 Us Mighty girlies have to stick together💪

AWWW that's actually such a cute thought experiment!!!!

It's hard to say, but I think they'd be relatively close. Maybe not joined at the hip, but they'd appreciate one another. They're both very similar in personality, it's just mostly that Echo is an introvert and Silver is a HUGE extrovert. The only conflict I can think of is that Echo is very much a copycat, and I think Silver might get annoyed with that pretty quick.

@marinette-sky

No, Shadow is Echo's only parent via cloning shenanigans. Sonic has nothing to do with her, thank goodness :'D

And thank you!! Much appreciated!!! <3

[seishroo]

rin and marathon sex cause he's a freak like that

“make her tap out” — r. itoshi

cw. smut mdni, overstimulation, reader being pathetic as hell, rin just being yummy yum yum

rin was always a beast when it came to soccer. dominating the field, he’s intense — commanding authority without even trying.

and when it comes to sex? he’s practically a machine running off of talent, ego, and pure domination. you’d think he’d be worn out from all of his matches, but his stamina never wavers when it comes to you. not even for a split second.

he’d have you in a brutal mating press, pounding into you with relentless vigor as you struggled to even catch an intake of breath, your hands scrambling for something to ground yourself with — which happened to be those godly biceps of his.

“rinnie!”, you’d whine, tears rolling down your delicate features as he fucked you to yet another orgasm. what was it now? third, fourth, seventh? who knows at this point. you were too dazed, and it seemed like he was having zero issue taking you to peak after peak after peak.

“yeah, pretty baby?”, he’d question just to humor you, acting as if he was paying attention to anything you had to say. he didn’t need to know what you were thinking, your pussy spoke for you — fluttering around his cock frantically. he’d continue to thrust into you, hard and deep. he was clearly getting a kick out of sending you far past mere overstimulation.

he’d push down on your tummy, feeling how deep he was inside of you. “tsk, you feel that, baby?”, he’d ask between thrusts, watching exactly what it does to you. “feel me in there?”, he’d chuckle, grasping the back of your knees tighter and pushing your legs back further, folding you like a fucking beach chair. “shit, ‘s like this pussy was made just for me”, he’d mutter, hitting your sweet spot over and over with the new angle.

you could barely come up with a response, just incoherent babbles and chants of his name, your body now being a bunch of mush as he had his way with you, moans filling the room like a sweet melody.

he groaned at the way your cunt swallowed him whole, just greedy and filthy. it tightened around him like a vice, signaling your impending release yet again.

“ohmygodohmygodrinrinrin”, you’d cry out, choking on your own words as you felt yourself becoming pathetically needy for him, to soak his length in your juices again. “shhhhhiiiiittttt, ‘m gon—“, you panted before your brain short-circuited once his thumb met your throbbing clit, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed to get you there even faster.

“i know, baby”, he coos, holding your legs in place with one hand while the other abused your swollen clit. “doing so well f’me, jus’ let go, yeah?”, he’d mutter in that sexy low tone, just his voice alone could have you a mess.

in which it did, you quivered erratically as your orgasm rushed through you, back arching before your body went limp and practically melted into the bed. rin continued to fuck you through it, making sure to draw every last bit out before he spilled inside of you with a choked groan, his hot seed filling you up to the brim.

he slowly pulled out of you before pushing back in, ensuring that none of him spilled out of your hole. “you look s’pretty when you’re all messy for me”, he whispers — more so to himself given you couldn’t process jack shit at the moment, still pathetically whimpering.

he pulls out of you, flipping you onto your tummy and pushing your legs in, putting your ass in the air before burying his face in your cunt, slurping up the mixture of both of your releases and eating you out from behind. he’d chuckle at your little whines, telling him 'you can’t take anymore' and this and that. nipping at your inner thigh, he’d coo once more, “aw, you can take one more f’me, can’t you?”, before diving back into your folds.

it was in fact not one more. don’t ever believe rin when he says that shit.

an: i loved writing this tysm for the req - now i can't stop thinking abt rin LMFAOOOO

© seishroo | much love ꨄ

[romancherry]

wet & willing

pairings ➝ joel miller x f!reader

summary ➝ a "stranger" uses you in the shower and makes sure to record it as a memory.

warnings ➝ dark!fic, explicit smut, cnc, home invasion in the shower, recording kink, fear play, rape fantasy, unprotected vaginal sex, doggy style, a bit of nipple play, rough sex, dominant!joel, submissive!reader, degradation, no outbreak, modern AU, overstimulation, creampie, pet names, aftercare, dirty talk, swearing and explicit language, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT.

word count ➝ 740

author's note ➝ hello guys! 💙 i'm back with another dark fic since it seems my imagination runs wild with this stuff lol. this trio of "cnc + shower home invasion + recording kink" has been sitting in my drafts for weeks and i'm happy that i finally got the time to dive into it. i hope this fic is enough to fulfill you while i'm working on ch 5 of caged in silk. enjoy ☺️

the sound of the shower running is loud while you gently rub at your scalp with shampoo, enjoying the hot thick steam that fills the bathroom and clouds your vision.

you don't hear the soft click of a tripod leg locking in place behind you. you definitely don't see the red light blinking from the vanity counter.

but he does.

joel's behind the camera first. watching through the screen, cock already straining in his jeans as he sees you: naked, slick, vulnerable. he adjusts the frame, zooms in on your back just a little to accentuate the curve of your hips and the way the water clings to your wet skin.

he moves.

fast.

a hand over your mouth. a hard body pinning you to the glass.

"you like showerin' with the door open, baby?" his voice rasps in your ear. "you wanted someone to come in and take what's theirs?"

you scream. muffled. thrashing.

he makes sure to angle your body towards the lens.

"smile for the camera," he growls. "wanna make sure you remember this."

he bends you over, water still raining down on you both. you catch a glimpse of the blinking red light on the counter and you fucking moan. eyes wide, heart pounding.

"yeah, you see it now," he chuckles, lining up behind you. "gonna play this back and watch you get ruined all over again. like the good fucking slut you are."

he enters your tight hole in one brutal thrust, giving you no time to adjust to his enormous, overwhelming girth. he is so thick you're worried he may split you apart.

but he feels so good. stretching you so painfully addicting, you can't help but replace the screams with pornographic moans and yelps entirely. eyes rolling in the back of your skull as your mind goes blank and all you can do is feel how he is impaling you on his cock from behind.

he fucks you like an animal. each thrust, each slap of skin, each broken sob into the tile meant for the camera. he drags his fingers down your spine.

"look at that arch. all for me. goddamn."

your body's twitching from overstimulation, close to collapse. and he knows it. one hand grabs your boob roughly, pinching the sensitive nipple. the other hand grabs your face and forces you to look toward the lens.

"wanna see what you look like when you come for your attacker, slut? huh? you wanna watch yourself beg? 'cause i wanna hear that pretty throat scream until the neighbours wake up n' call the police on us, sweetheart. so why don't you go ahead and fuckin' beg?"

"please, pretty please, sir, wanna cum so hard! wanna cum on your big fuckin' cock, sir. please let me cum… so good… yes, yes, yes!"

he pounds impossibly harder and faster into you and he is so big you swear you can feel him in your throat as he holds a tight grip over your body while he ocasionally spanks your asscheeks roughly until you come. hard. screaming. legs giving out — and he holds you there, pumping you deep and full of his cum, never once blocking the view of the camera.

when it's over, he kills the scene. pulls out gently, turns off the camera.

and suddenly - it's just joel. your joel. your thoughtful, caring husband wrapping a towel around you and kissing your temple.

"you did so good, baby. 'm so proud of you. you hurt anywhere?" he cooes while cradling your face in his hands.

"i'm good, darling. you were perfect," you say with a smile on your face as you wrap your hands around the back of his neck and place a gentle, loving kiss on his lips.

he carries you to the bed after the dries the both of you up with towels.

but the camera comes too.

he props it on the nightstand while he lays you on the bed. dazed and glowing.

"let's watch," he murmurs, crawling over you. already hard again.

"wanna see how gorgerous you look when you're scared for me."

you whimper as the screen lights up. "joel…"

"shh. round two, baby," he says, dragging your thighs apart. "eyes on her."

he runs two fingers through your puffy folds, a smug smile appearing on his face at your tortured whines filling his ears.

"this time, i want your face in the shot when i cum inside you."

[munsonsmixtapes]

Maybe the reader and ghost are childhood best friends who lost touch after he joined the military and one night he’s at a bar off base that the force dragged him to on night off and they run into each other and reconnect and he confesses that he was always in love with her but couldn’t say anything and she admits the same??? And maybe after a confession where the both feel stupid for not saying anything sooner they hook up in his truck or something maybe 👀

This was so much fun to write!

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) public sex, grinding

The bar is pretty empty when Ghost enters it. The guys forced him even though he didn’t want to come. He just wants to curl up in bed and read one of the emails you’ve sent him over and over again until he falls asleep. 

And the thing is, he knows it’s pathetic. That he’s making so much out of nothing but he can’t help it. Right now, that’s all he really has to keep him going. He misses you more than he’ll ever admit because then he’d have to tell himself that he’s in love with you. But he’d never do that. You’re just friends. 

The kiss you shared before he left has taken over every inch of his brain, so much so that there’s not room for anything else. And he’s not so sure that he’s upset by that. Part of him wants to tell you exactly how he feels but that’s not exactly something could say in an email. He wants to do it in person, not that he could get himself to do that either. He just misses you and is counting down the days until he can see you again. 

What he doesn’t know yet is that you’re there too. You’re standing at the bar, nursing a beer, already writing out your next email to Simon. Your friends are caught up in conversation and you can’t even get yourself to participate. Ever since he left, there’s been a hole in your heart that can’t be filled with anything other than him coming back into your life. 

You’ve been thinking about him and the kiss every day since, but you can't get yourself to say anything about it, though, because you’re scared. You know you’ll just end up telling him the truth, that you want to be much more than you are. But you’d never do that. You’re just friends. 

You miss him. So much so that you see him everywhere. Even right now at one of the tables where a group of men in uniform are sitting. He’s facing you, laughing at what his friends are saying and that’s when you realize that he’s real. 

You set your drink on the bar and make a beeline for the table, having to squeeze by multiple people in your path, somehow making it there without a scratch considering that he was the only thing you were looking at. 

“Simon?” You ask as you get to the table and when his eyes lock on yours, you instantly melt, all of the feelings you have for him, rushing to the surface, driving you absolutely mad. 

His eyes widen as he takes you in but he’s quick to stand from the table, pulling you into a hug, squeezing you tight because he’s so afraid of letting you go again. You fit in his arms just like always and it takes everything in him to let you go even though all he wants to do is hold you for the rest of the night. 

“I missed you,” you tell him and he can sense the hurt in your voice. He still remembers the tears streaming down your face when you said your goodbyes. Just seeing you cry almost made him stay there with you. Leaving you like that was the hardest thing he ever had to do. He knows you would have forced him to go anyway so he didn’t even bother putting up a fight. Now he wishes he had. 

“I missed you too. So much.” He knows how desperate he sounds but he doesn’t care. It’s taking everything in him not to lay it all out on the table when he pulls away. 

“Oh my god, you’re the girl,” one of his friends pipes up which just leaves you confused. Simon’s talked about you? Well, of course he has. Your friends. 

“Yeah, the girl from his wallet,” another adds. Simon’s cheeks go bright in pink at that and you think it’s adorable. You love seeing this side of him. 

He has a picture of you in his wallet. You gave it to him to remember you and he keeps it in his wallet? This is the best news you could have ever received. 

“He stares at it all the time, don’t you Simon?” His name is said in a teasing tone and he would love nothing more than for the floor to swallow him whole. This is not at all how he was expecting your reunion to go. 

He was hoping for love confessions and kisses, not being embarrassed in front of the only woman he’s ever loved. You probably think he’s a freak now and he won’t blame you if you walk out that door. 

“He reads your emails too,” another one speaks up. “Every night before bed.” 

Your heart warms with every confession from his friends and when you look at Simon, he’s staring at you, his eyebrows pinched together, his cheeks and ears a bright shade of pink which you can’t help but giggle at. He’s so adorable. 

“Do you want to get a drink, Simon?” You ask, sensing his unease and need to get away from his friends for a little bit. 

“I’d love a drink,” he replies with that bright smile you know he reserves specifically for you and you grab hold of his hand, leading the way to the bar where your friends are still sitting. They all know him very well and they are all happy to be able to tease the two of you again. 

Everyone in your tiny little town has been rooting for you to get together since you were kids and as much as you wish that could happen, you just don’t think it will. If it was meant to be, it would have happened by now, right? You’re both grown adults with your own lives. No longer attached at the hip, no longer sharing everything with each other anymore. 

Whenever something exciting happened, you’d always run to Simon, but now that all of his time is taken up, all of the reactions-albeit, still matching yours-are way after the fact when the moment has passed. 

And you feel guilty when you get upset because it’s not his fault. And you encouraged him to go when he was asking for any reason to stay so you suppose you really don’t have any right to be upset. 

“Well look who’s back,” one of your friends speaks up. “You’d have thought you died with how upset y/n was.” Now it’s your turn to be embarrassed. Your cheeks heat and you see Simon trying his best not to laugh out of the corner of your eye. 

You turn to look at him and his eyes are already on you, that warm look in them that’s always reserved just for you. You missed this. Even though things seem very different than they were last time, you’re still so happy that he’s here and now that book you were looking forward to finishing tonight is long forgotten on your bedside table. 

You want everything to go back to the way it was. There’s tension where there never used to be and now it all just feels so weird. You both know you need to talk about it, but it’s clear that neither of you wants to be the one to make the first move. 

You turn back towards him and sip on your drink, not missing the way his eyes drop to your lips as they wrap around the straw, almost like he wants them to wrap around something else. He steps forward and you set your drink down on the bar, letting him take your hands in his. He holds them gently as he leans forward, his lips right by your ear and his hot breath sends a chill down your spine. 

“Can we talk?” He asks and all you can do is nod before he leads you towards the front doors of the bar. Rain is pouring down so Simon is quick to take off his jacket and hold it over your head as the two of you race into the parking lot where his truck is conveniently parked out front. 

He opens the passenger door for you and helps you into the seat before rounding the front to get into the driver’s seat. As soon as the door is closed, he leans over the bench to reach into the back for something and once his attention is captivated, you shamelessly look over just in time to see his shirt ride up, the wet skin making your mind swirl with the dirtiest things. 

He sits back in the seat and hands something to you. Once you hold it up, you realize that it’s the hoodie he always lets you borrow. You bring it to your nose and just as suspected, it smells like a mixture of laundry detergent and his cologne that he always sprays on it for you. You immediately unzip it and when he sees that you’re taking off your damp shirt, he clears his throat and turns to face the window, closing his eyes so he’s not tempted by the reflection. 

Once he hears the zip, he turns back to face forward as the two of you both unknowingly replaying the exact thing you’re intending to talk about in your heads over and over just like you have been this whole time. 

“I guess I should just be honest,” he says, taking a deep breath, turning to face you as his tongue runs along his bottom lip before chewing on it- a nervous habit he’s had since you've known him. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you nor that kiss since I left and it’s been driving me crazy that I haven’t been able to see you.”

The pit that's been in your stomach for months suddenly disappears and you’re so happy at Simon’s confession that you can’t help but let out a laugh. His cheeks go bright pink and he suddenly feels sick now that you’re laughing at him. Now he wishes he had the power to rewind and not say anything else. 

You seem to sense his unease because your laughter fizzles out and you scoot closer to him, taking his face in your hands. His eyes widen at your closeness and he has no idea what’s happening but he decides not to question it. 

“I love you too, Simon,” you tell him and he can’t help but grin, a little chuckle falling from his lips. “And I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing at the fact that we’ve been in love with each other so long and somehow neither of us picked up on it.” 

The more he lets the words sink in, the more he feels the urge to laugh as well, laughter bubbling up inside him and pretty soon, the two of you are cackling about the whole thing even though it’s not nearly as funny as you think it is. 

Once you both sober up, you realize how close you got in your fits of laughter and now your thighs are pressed together, holding onto each other, your hands still on his cheeks that are aching from how much he’s been smiling tonight and his hands now on your waist, the two of you now in the perfect position. 

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers and you smile wider, your own cheeks hurting now. 

“I’d be really disappointed if you didn’t,” you reply and Simon is quick to lean in, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss. This is so much better than either of you remember, and now that you know there will be more in your future, you take your time to explore each other’s mouths. 

Your tongue flicks into his mouth and as he pulls you into his lap, Simon swears that he’s going to lose his mind. You taste like the margarita you’ve been sipping and he’s still so surprised that you’re in his truck and willingly making out with him. This is something he’s fantasized about for so much of his life and part of him still can’t believe what’s happening. 

He feels you grinding against him and he can’t help but let out a moan at how good it feels. You feel yourself getting even more wet at hearing it as well as feeling his bulge hitting against you. His hand slide up your hoodie, pressing against your bare back your grinding picks up, your heavy breaths progressively fogging up the car. 

You push his still wet hair from his forehead as your fingers thread through it as his hips buck against yours. He decides that he needs you and needs you now so his hands move up to the zipper of your hoodie and he slowly unzips it, pushing it off your shoulders and only pulling away to get a glimpse of your naked torso. You’re even more beautiful than he imagined and he takes a moment to look at you, the woman he’s been in love with his whole life. The only woman for him whom for whatever reason he’s still unsure of is in love with him too. 

He helps you lie back on the bench as his own shirt comes off, though this is a struggle since he got most of the rain. You pull him down onto you, going for another kiss as you both attempt to finish undressing each other, various clothing items flying around the front of the truck until you’re both naked. 

Simon’s hands reach for yours, threading your fingers together as he slowly slides inside of you, both of you moaning and whining as he thrusts in and out, having no barrier feeling so good. You both fit so perfectly together and neither of you can believe that you haven’t done this sooner. 

Simon takes his time, slowly moving in and out of, wanting the first time to be soft and sweet. He gently squeezes your hands as he tells you how much he loves you over and over which you return before he goes back to complimenting you any chance he gets. He just feels so free and now he feels the need to tell you everything that he likes about you that friends definitely shouldn’t tell other friends.

“You look so pretty like this,” he says as he presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “In fact, I think this is the prettiest you’ve ever looked.” Your once freezing body is now on fire as his lustful gaze roams all over it.

“I feel the same way about you,” you reply, letting your eyes roam over his body too. You slowly take in his tattooed arm, the very tattoos that you’ve traced with your fingers over and over while you’ve been cuddled up on the couch.

Simon picks up the pace just a little bit but that seems to do the trick as your moans get louder and louder with every thrust. You can feel your orgasm approaching quickly and Simon is quick to encourage you, talking you through it with his sweet words.

“That’s it,” he says. “Just like that, sweetheart.” Your name falls from his lips in a loud moan and he can see that you’re going dumb on him so he’s quick to pull out before grabbing some napkins from the glove box to clean the two of you up. 

He grabs your clothes and helps you put them back on, pressing a kiss to your lips as he zips up his jacket for you. 

“Did so well, sweetheart,” he compliments against your lips. “Think you’re willing to go for round two at your place?” All you can do is nod as he gets himself dressed before buckling your seatbelt for you. Once your all set, he pulls out of the parking lot and heads to your place that he still doesn’t need directions for as he drives much slower than usual since he’s got precious cargo as well as his favorite passenger princess in the front seat.

[hyukwwn]

One , Two , You're the girl that i want – ft. Sabbath Crew .

summary protective sabbath crew on your way, so you better prepare for some bloody show.

a/n this req is for some anon.. i accidentally deleted the supposed post (ーー;).. anyway. i hope anon sees this!

warnings mentions of blood.

dividers credit @cafekitsune . banner credit @/shakunetsu on X .

YOO WOOIN . ¿ ¡

if you ask me about him i'd write a whole essay about how attractive his personality is. may hint some kind of a sadist.. but you know, he's quite fun to imagine as a boyfriend.

and.. you don't know how come you're having a nice conversation with the other crew while waiting for your crew's turn to get on track and compete.

and unbeknownst to you, someone has been darting his sharp eyes towards you and the guy you're talking to. like a snake.

look at you. all giggly and smily. wasn't all that supposed to be only for him to witness? is there any other funny guy other than him?

meanwhile.. you're just enjoying how the flow in your conversation goes. not noticing the aura that's coming from not far away from you.

maybe wooin is just too obsessive.. he can't be acting like that right?

"hey, whatcha talking 'bout huh?" a pair of arms snaked around your waist delicately as his familiar voice drops on your right ear.

you were about to give a nasty act when you realised its your boyfriend.

"hi! oh no, we're just talking about the race." your face innocently looking at him as if nothing was wrong.

he returns your smile with one of his own, before standing straight back again to glare at the guy in front of you.

"you know what? i think its not that important for you to talk about it at the moment hm? don't you want to focus on the race more and not be in some useless conversation?" oh his voice was straight, full of playfulness but still, you get the hint that he didn't like what you did there.

you gave the guy an apologetic look when both of you and wooin walks away and he just nods with an awkward smile. maybe he did not know that the person you're dating is someone that he really is afraid of the most.

intertwined hands, his other stuffed into his pocket, you both head your ways to somewhere else.

"was that your new boyfriend?" wooin says with a sarcastic tone.

"you're jealous aren't you?"

"no i'm not."

"yes you are."

then he stops his tracks and looks at you. his low gaze makes it seems like he's pissed off. which he is.. but he quickly covered that with a cunning smile.

"you're lucky you're cute. otherwise i'd have to beat him into a pulp. thanks to you someone's saved a broken bone."

and.. would you believe if i say that he got the guy's crew disqualified after their team and Sabbath coincidentally raced against each other's? its a type of revenge. he won't actually lay a fist on that poor guy. or did he?

KWON HYUK . ¿ ¡

probably not the expressive one. but still. "when he takes interest in someone, no one can stop him."

of course you had to bump into your childhood friend whom you lost contact with. and maybe its not the best time to meet him here.

you were just waiting for hyuk in front of the dark alley, clueless of why he had to see someone in this specific spot. but either way, you agreed and insisted on staying out of his business.

"you've gotten pretty y/n. you sure don't have a boyfriend?" he says with an airy laugh.

"i told you i do! why are you doubting me like this?"

"oh no, just curious why it had to be someone other than me when its clear that i've known you best."

the small talk was nice. until someone had to pop out at this exact moment.

"yeah i've been wondering too why she chose some other than you." a voice from behind you rough, yet laid back and chill.

his tall figure hovering over your back has your friend looking slightly up at him, causing his smile to drop into a straight-nervous face.

hyuk stared down at your little friend, half his face being covered with a white mask making him look a little intimidating by how mysterious he was.

"oh! he's my boyfriend. don't mind it." you casually said to him. it was as if you were too used to hyuk sneaking up behind you with a light footsteps and suddenly starts talking.

"o– okay. i see. i think i gotta leave, no? i– i have to meet some friends– bye!" then he quickly walks away with sweats wetting the collar of his shirt.

he left you confused on why his tone suddenly changed into an urgent one. but you brushed it off. maybe you'll meet him again someday. and maybe he will warm up to your boyfriend.

your head still kept towards the direction he went, hut hyuk's figure blocked your view while he looked that way too.

"i was just clearing up his assumptions." hyuk says before turning his head down towards you. "who was that?"

your smile crept up again, taking his hand in your petite ones and locking your fingers together.

"just my old acquaintance."

hyuk sighs, jealousy washes over him as he heard what that guy was to you. he's not overreacting. its just the way he is. because you're his.

"make him a stranger. he's no longer your familiar."

JOKER/HAJUN . ¿ ¡

a little more to actions than talking. so if he's quieter than usual, you should be scared at least a little.

joker doesn't mind you at all having lots of familiars. much less the closest ones. he'll sense it if you're feeling threatened,, or even uncomfortable by someone that you know or not.

and that fact would end up his fist being light to land it on someone.

watching you socialise with everyone while he stood close behind you, most conversations would last a second when the other person saw him staring down at them.

but this time, he was not with you. he had to make excuses to go to the toilet so he left you to just be in your circle of friends.

just that.. when he steps out of the restroom he just saw you being touched by some loser? his arm draped over your shoulder mindlessly while he laughs and seems to be teasing you. your face says it all. even if you tried to wiggle away from that guy's grasp you would only be blocked by the other on your other side. clearly.. uncomfortable.

joker, walks towards you in no time with his fist clenching hard.

"haha–! you down for a drink tonight, girl? i'll pay." the guy grinned down at you, not taking notes of how nervous you look being side hugged by a random.

you simply shook your head, waving your palms up in refusal with an awkward smile and laugh.

"n– no.. thanks. could you let me go now?"

"oh, are you not going? bummer. a pretty girl like you deserves the whole bar–"

the guy's sentences paused midway when he felt a heavy hand being pressed on his shoulder and he quickly turned his head towards where that would come from.

"hey– you not respecting a guy and a girl's privacy? we're talking." he says without even making an eye contact with joker and just batting his eyes on his hand on his shoulder.

joker was.. mad. his girl being touched by other's and him being talked disrespectfully to..?

"let her go or break your skull." joker's voice raspy, quiet but really just intimidating.

the moment you heard him is the moment you broke away from that guy's hold and starts to tug on the hem of joker's sweater from behind, hiding yourself from the other guy.

"break my skull? is that a threat? 're you really going to or is it just all talk?" the guy let out an airy laugh, turning completely towards joker now.

joker feels his blood rushing through his veins, his thoughts full on wanting to beat this guy up for his cocky face and nasty acts. he regrets that he left you outside not knowing what could happen to you.

the night after the accident, you didn't really heard about your boyfriend when its passed 10. sure, he had gone home with you but he left again for some 'business'. you tried to think positively of why he might have to be out at this hour. but the thoughts of him hunting down the guy just now haunts your mind.

and the next thing you see when joker came to the apartment is that his face was not that bruised, blood splattered all over his clean white sweater and face all the way on his cheek across to the forehead. his fist all bloody, ripped skin.

that's all you need to know of how much he was holding in when you had softly convinced him to not make a big fight in public.

HONG VINNY . ¿ ¡

ooh, give me more about vinny mhm. this man right here does fly his punches everywhere if it pisses him off. quiet the rampage isn't he?

i wouldn't say that he would exactly beat someone up for talking to you but if that person is being shitty, expect him to come home with bruises painted all over his face.

and it happened to when you guys had a small evening biking + ice cream date. crazy to think that the person he laid his hand on was actually all talk at first.

the guy totally had to pay you for another ice cream because he bumped into your shoulder while walking and made your ice cream fell on the ground.

"what? it wasn't on purpose. why should i pay for it?" the guy rudely says after vinny had called him out.

"vinny.. let it slide!" you tried to get him to not start a fight, blocking him with your arms from walking towards the guy as he gave him his own ice cream.

"let it slide? fuck it, he was being an asshole!"

"me? asshole? the fuck do you want? you wanna throw fists? come here, twink." the guy spoke loudly as if playing a big role in between him and vinny just because vinny looked weak.

you sighed in frustration, then letting your arm slip away from him as you watch vinny charges a big punch on the guy's chin.

it was like a whole show, but the guy literally gave up before fourth punch, holding up his palm towards vinny considering defeat.

"okay, okay! fuck. i'll pay!"

that satisfied vinny. but it wasn't enough. did he expect to let the guy go that easily just by buying another same thing?

"no. apologies." vinny grinned, his fist still clenching on his sides while he stares down on him.

"sorry–"

"not to me! her!" vinny's finger pointed towards you behind, before you make your way next to vinny to also look down on the guy.

"i'm sorry miss– i'll give you 10$ for the mistake–"

then vinny snatched the dollar the guy handed, making sure it is the amount he had said before stuffing it into his pocket.

"next time.. say sorry properly, 'lright? don't raise your voice like a dog and end up getting beaten like a fucker." vinny placed small continuous harmless slaps on the guy's cheek as if patting some sense into his head.

he was rough on a small matter, but what's more important to him was your happiness and needs. but after you guys left the place you smacked a good hit on vinny's back for pulling public's attention.

do not repost, copy or reupload . thank you for reading !

[sparrows4bats]

So this is Batcow fan account, and I shall starting earning that title now.

Batcow is the greatest matchmaker to ever live. She is the reason for the batfamilys continuing sanity and relationship status. The Manor functions because of Alfred and Batcow.

How, you ask? How does a bovine save superhero and vigilante love lives? Why does a cow hold that much power? Dear sweet child, Batcow Is, that is how. But some quick examples of her her brilliance follow:

Dickory

Batcow is how Dick wins Kory back after a spectacular fight that almost breaks them up. Dick is upset and takes it out by arguing with Bruce and then walking around the Manor Gardens to cool off where he notices Batcow has somehow inexplicably ended up on the roof of the Manor. She looks unharmed, but there is no way for her to get down.

Dick panics because if anything happens to that cow, Damian will murder everyone in the house and fight Ras himself to get her to a Lazarus Pit. So after a moment or two of trying to think of a way out of this. He does what he usually does when his back is against the wall, and his life is on the line. He calls Kory.

After listening to him explain, she flies over and air-lifts Batcow off the roof. Where Dick promptly falls to his knees in front of this literal Queen and apologies for being a stubborn ass. Kory laughs and kisses him. Dick brings Bat Cow treats for weeks after.

JayRoy

Jason has been pining after Roy for months, possibly years, but can't find the right way to see if they could be anything more than friends. If they get together, he is in this for the long haul, not just for Roy but Lian too. So, instead of communicating like a normal person, he starts a silent campaign of proving he is Step Dad Material.

All of his attempts somehow backfire. Lian loves him, but Roy has no kitchen left and thought they both died twice. (He still lets Jason watch her, though. JASON IS OBLIVIOUS) So he is looking for child safe activities that don't involve bedtime stories(Lian prefers his over Roy's already), and then Damian remarks how friendly his pets are with civilians in his never ending pursuit of getting Bruce to allow him to patrol with his pets. And Jason knows exactly what to do. Why go to a petting zoo when he has one in the Manors backyard?

(They are still banned from the actual zoo. That penguin was fine. Eventually.)

So he brings Roy and Lian over to the Manor, and Alfred sets up lunch on the grass. Lian loves batcow and the rest of Damians' menagerie. She is so happy that after hours of cuddling and feeding the animals that she throws herself into Jason's arms and says, "Thank you, Pops! Can we come back tomorrow? Pretty please?" Jason tears up, and Roy smiles. He also asks him on a date so he can make it official. (Roy isn't as happy when he finds out about the Dragons on their next visit.)

Jason gives Lian a Batcow plushie when he adopts her a few years later.

TimBer/ Timbernkon

Tim hesitates to kiss Bernard and later Kon for so long that Batcow steps up to help him.

Tim after hours of too little sleep and too much angst . He goes to vent to the cow because she's good company and won't spill his secrets to anyone. One of these chats was interrupted by a worried Bernard looking for this boyfriend after he disappeared from his office.

Bernard loves Batcow, and seeing him act so adoring to her makes any doubt he had fly away. Because Bernard looks at him in almost the same way so he leans in and finally kisses him properly. They end up making out a little and get caught by Alfred, who came to feed Batcow her dinner.

When Tim and Bernard introduce Kon to Batcow, after a few weeks of trying to convince him to date them, Batcow full on body checks him into Bernard, and they accidentally kiss as Kon avoids crushing him. Tim pouts until Kon kisses him, too.

Bernard now visits Batcow at least once a week and bonds with Damian over her.

BatCat

They didn't know Batcow was pregnant or how she even got pregnant, until one day she went into Labour.

Damian is a mess and enlists Selinas' help because she has been around so many cat births. She tries to tell him a cow is completely different, but Damian is desperate and won't take no for an answer. Silena and Damian stay with Batcow, brushing and encouraging her until Batcalf is born.

Damian falls in love at first sight, and Silena has a realisation and suddenly blurts out that she thinks she might be pregnant while looking over the newborn. Damian doesn't react for a moment, and Silena fears the worst until he starts tearing up a little and asks rather shakily, "Does that mean I'll be a big brother?" Silena hugs him and tells him he will be the best big brother and doesn't comment on the tears that soak her shirt.

They tell Bruce together, first about Batcalf and then about the baby. (He is stunned, and Damian tells him off for his response because his silence is upsetting Silena and "She needs little to no stress in her condition, Father!")

Damian and the Cows follow Silena like shadows during her pregnancy (she doesn't ask how Batcow gets into the house and Bruce is too upset about how his son and his pets are doing a better job than him at being supportive to notice how Bat Calf sleeps on Damians bed.)

Damian is the first, after her parents, to hold Helena Wayne. He gives her two Cow plushies she carries everywhere for years.

StephCass

Batcow goes missing while Damian is on a mission, Stephanie is meant to be watching her, as Alfred is away as well. AND SHE LOST THE COW. Damian is going to kill her. Not even Cass could save her.

Then she realises, Cass! Cass will find Batcow, if anyone can, Cass, the most competent person ever, will.

So Cass and Steph spend hours searching everywhere they can think of until it starts to rain. And Cass looks so good with wet hair and rain drops sticking to her lashes that she can't help just kiss her. (They might die tomorrow if they don't find the cow anyway, so YOLO). Cass kisses back and asks, 'What took her so long?'

Batcow is on the roof on the Manor. They call Kara to come get her. No one knows how she ended up there, but they all agree never to tell Damian.

Duke/Izzy

Apparently, 'Do you want to go see my crazy family's pet cow?' is a ridiculous way to ask a girl out. But it made Izzy laugh so hard she says yes anyway.

Duke gives Batcow extra attention ever since and sends Izzy regular updates on her 'Adventures'.

Jondami

Batcow, like in the supersons movie, is one of the first things Jon and Damian bond over. Jon comes over to help Damian with his pets regularly, and that is how their partnership develops to friendship and then something more.

Then, Batcow gets sick, and Damian panics hard. (He has contingencies in place if she dies, but if he can prevent that, he will.) Damian calls for Jon for the first time ever, and Jon is there in Minutes. Damian is in tears and hugging his cow like a giant teddy bear when he arrives. He's never seen Damian look so....human. They investigate what is hurting Batcow and Jon figures out she's pregnant AGAIN, this time possibly with twins.

Damian is so relieved that he hugs Jon. It's the first time Damian has touched him willingly outside of training and missions. They are both teenagers at this point, and its like Jons whole world tilts on its axis. Righting itself to centre on the boy in his arms, a boy who is so kind and lovely, despite all the reasons he shouldn't be. Damian fits under his chin, and suddenly, Jon knows he would do anything to make him happy, to keep in his arms where Jon can protect him. Jon knows Damian can protect himself and has done so hundreds of times, but Jon wants to be the one he calls when he's scared, and based on tonight, he already is.

Damian pulls back too soon, and Jon, instead of pulling him into another hug, kisses him. Best of all, Damian kisses him back.

Duke catches them, and they swear him to secracy with the agreement that he can bring Izzy over when the new calves are born.

They still don't know how Batcow got pregnant, but they name the calves Supercow and Wondercow because Lian insisted. (Jon and Damian laugh at Bruce's face when they introduce him to the new members of the family.)

Batcow deserves an award for her service. For now, she and her children are spoiled rotten.

[tonfairy]

In Silence, Still Yours

pairing : ex-boyfriend! anton x fem! reader genre : angst, fluff wc : 1.8k

💌 : hello ! another fic 🩷 sorry it took me a little longer, this was supposed to be uploaded last week, but i got busy </3 . . proofread so enjoy <3 !

Anton, wrapped in a thick blanket, shifting between waves of intense perspiration and deep chills, feels his mind foggy. He hasn’t slept properly because of the tightness in his chest and the continuous discomfort of sore throat— that’s what he feels right now. 

He woke up from the discomfort he felt, sat up in bed and zoned out for minutes before looking at the digital clock on his nightstand — “shit! it's already 8 p.m.,” he cursed, realizing it was time to eat and take his medicine. 

Even though his body feels weak, Anton gets out of bed, grabs his hoodie, and goes to the nearest convenience store to buy something to eat. He can't think of any foods because all he thinks of is that he needs to eat, so when he saw instant ramen, he grabbed it right away.

He then went to a nearby pharmacy to buy some medicine before going back to his apartment. Anton put hot water on the instant ramen and let it sit for minutes for it to be cooked. The aroma of ramen filled the air as he scrolled through his phone while he waited. He takes off the peel-back lid and proceeds to eat. 

He kept scrolling through his phone while eating, until your post appeared on his feed—a photo dump from your university’s latest event. A sharp breath escaped him at the sudden sight of you. He continued eating, but he couldn’t deny how pretty you looked in the photos you posted—pretty, as always.

He could only shake his head and sigh, thinking about you once again. He took his medicine and went back to his bed to sleep. Given his situation right now, he still can't get proper sleep; what is supposed to be sleep ends up as just a nap. And he also feels he needs something — your warmth. 

For the first time, Anton fell sick with no one by his side. Living far from his family because of his studies, all they could offer were material and moral support from afar. Too shy to ask his friends for help unless absolutely necessary, he found himself relying on the only person who had always cared for him during times like this — you, his ex-girlfriend.

You and Anton dated for almost three years but broke up two months ago because you both realized that, as much as you cared for each other, you needed space to grow individually before you could truly move forward. Although it's been months since you both parted ways, for Anton, it feels like just yesterday — the pain is still fresh for him, and it's the same for you. Even if the distance is necessary, it still doesn't feel right, and at times you both ponder whether time will ever utterly heal the space between you.

Your relationship with Anton ended on good terms, as both of you understood the reasons behind it. That's why, from time to time, you and Anton still interact when you bump into each other in the hallways, library, canteen, or other places around the university, since you both attend the same school. 

Of course, you could be civil, but in this matter, would he still be able to ask you to come over? Anton said in his mind. Should I ask her? Is she busy? Would she reply? Would she answer my call? he asked himself. “She's probably sleeping already, Anton! — It's already late, stop bothering her!” Anton responded to himself. But Anton hesitantly called you anyway. He tried. 

“Y/N…” Anton said in a weak, raspy voice. 

“Anton…?” you responded, confused. “Uh… what made you call?” you added, still shocked by the sudden call from your ex-boyfriend. 

“Sorry… Did I wake you up?” *coughs* “Did I bother you?” Anton asked, his voice still weak and barely above a whisper.

“No! I. . I’m just watching a ser — wait, are you sick? you sound so weak,” you could tell something wasn’t right with your ex just by his voice.

“I am... that’s why I called,” *sniffs* "I was going to ask if you could come over... I mean, it’s fine if you can’t," Anton said in the same tone. “I’m sorry if I sounded off. .” *sniffs* “I can barely sleep because of fever…” he added.

“Oh gosh . . Sure! Wait for me, baby,” you quickly responded before ending the call without realizing you'd called him the way you used to call him before. You didn't hesitate to come over because you can’t bear to see Anton sick, especially knowing that you can take care of him as a pre-med student. 

You took a quick shower before preparing yourself. After preparing, you quickly grabbed your sweater and left your apartment. You weren't using your phone after the call with Anton because all you could think of was to go to his apartment as soon as possible, so when you opened your phone, you saw Anton’s message on your notification. 

I might be asleep when you arrive, but the passcode is still the same.

Take Care :) 

You freeze for a second after reading Anton’s text — why hasn't he changed the passcode yet? His passcode is the date of your greatest chess tournament achievement, which is why you wondered about it—but you let it slide; maybe he just hasn’t had time to change it. 

You drop by the convenience store on your way to his apartment to buy him Pocari Sweat so he wouldn’t be dehydrated, and some bread in case he wants to eat something light. It is something you always bring whenever he's sick. 

When you arrived at his apartment, you saw Anton sleeping on his bed, and you could tell that he was in discomfort. You sigh at the current situation of your ex-lover; you can't help but feel bad, poor boy. 

You sit on the side of his bed and start stroking his hair before placing your hand on his neck to check if he's still burning hot. “Toni, I’m here,” you said softly, but it was enough to wake Anton up.

He then groans in response before speaking, “y/n...” eyes barely open. 

“Toni, have you taken your medicine?”  you asked while continuing to stroke his hair.

Anton just hummed in response. You took the thermometer from your bag and put it on Anton.

While waiting for the thermometer to beep, you went to his closet to get some clothes for him to change into.

As the thermometer beeps, you look at it and it says 38 degrees. 

“Toni, get up— change your clothes, your back is sweaty,” you said, waking him up.

You helped Anton get up and change his clothes.

“Did you eat already? I can cook you rice porridge if you want and—” 

“Yes, please.” Anton quickly responded, cutting off your words. 

“Okay, wait for me here,” you responded. 

“No— uh... can I go to the kitchen too?” he asked. 

“Uh… okay, sure!” you answered.

Anton sat on the dining chair, scrolling through his phone while waiting for the rice porridge to finish cooking. The sweet aroma of purple yam filled the apartment. He missed that smell—he missed you. 

You walked over to the dining table and asked gently, “How long have you been sick?” 

“Since last night… I already had a cold,” he replied. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, your voice carrying more edge than you'd intended.

Anton looked surprised by your tone—almost like you were scolding him.

“Uh… I’m sorry. I just thought I didn’t have the right to anymore,” he said quietly, eyes still on his phone.

You could feel the hesitation in his voice, the quiet courage it must’ve taken just to reach out. A wave of guilt washed over you.

That question… you shouldn’t have asked it like that. It hit you—he wasn’t your boyfriend anymore. 

“I understand,” you said, softening your voice. “We’re not together, but I want you to know I’d never ignore you in times like this.” 

You met his eyes. “Anton, you always have the right to ask— Or to tell me something like this…I care about you— I always will.” 

Your words hung in the air. Anton didn’t say anything at first, but the look on his face told you everything. Even if you were a little too straightforward, your words gave him something he hadn’t had in a while—assurance. And maybe, just maybe, a sense of hope.

You went back to the kitchen to get the rice porridge and give it to Anton. 

“I missed this smell so much— I missed your cooking,” Anton said. 

You just hummed in response. You just look at Anton while he eats, which he noticed. 

“Are you just going to watch me eat?” he asked, confused. 

“Yes—I’m full,” you answered.

“Are you that hungry?” you chuckle, asking Anton.

“I… I just missed it!” Anton whines. 

“You missed me that much, huh?” you continue to tease him. 

“Shut up!” he responded, whining. 

You just laughed at the moment. A bowl of purple yam rice porridge gave Anton the comfort he needed at times like this. 

As Anton finished eating, you handed him the Pocari Sweat.

“Drink this, so you won't be dehydrated,” you told him. 

“Yes, Doctor!” He answered playfully. 

You just rolled your eyes at the response of your ex-lover. 

You both then went back to his room. Anton lies down on his bed, while you get a towel from his closet and go to the kitchen to get a glass of water and a small basin for water and the towel to soak. 

You headed back to his room, you placed the basin on his nightstand along with the glass of water. 

“Toni, drink your meds before you go to sleep,” you told Anton while handing him his medicine.

Anton got up from his bed and sat on the bedside, taking the medicine as you handed him the glass of water. 

“Take a shower tomorrow! You already smell,” you jokingly said to Anton. 

“Shut up! How can you say that to your baby?” he teasingly replied. 

“What the hell! What are you talking about!?” you raised your eyebrows, wondering where he got that. 

“You called me baby earlier— on the phone,” he replied. 

“Oh!... uh… you’re just trippin’ bro,” you responded, obviously making excuses as you started to remember what he was talking about. 

“Sure, bro . . . I’m just trippin’,” Anton answered while lying down on his bed. 

You just rolled your eyes as a response.

You picked up the towel from the basin and gently placed it on Anton’s forehead. Then you checked his temperature—the thermometer beeped, and relief washed over you as the reading settled at 37 degrees. 

With one hand stroking Anton’s hair, you glanced at the thermometer before setting it down on his nightstand.

Anton reached out and held your hand, his grip light but steady.

“Can you stay a little longer?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You just hummed softly and smiled.

-end-

tysm for reading 🩷 i hope u enjoyed it ! anddd my ask is open for requests <3 !!

[myeyebagsaredesigner]

In Brasil there is like a chanel [Balela] that every video they're in different lessons, learning to be a firefighter, learning pole dance, freestyle fight, parkour, etc.

The Batkids doing those lessons together as a bonding activity every week (Tim's idea to record it) [Except parkour cuz you cant be a vigilante without knowing it]

So I present to you

Dancing? They're in, pilates? Count on them, theatrics? Jason is more excited than in the other videos, Cooking? In it, Potery? Hell yeah, crochet? Please. Ballet? Cass is the one teaching. Basketball? Soccer? Voleyball? Muay Thai? Sumo? Judo? Jiu-Jitsu? Capoeira? They're in

I also like to think that Dick proposed the idea of "Working 24 hours at random places/random profissions" and they also went with it

Working in a maid cafe. On a restaurant with the subscribers of their chanel as clients. Working as bartenders, they manage to bring jornalists into this. Working as street dancers one day after having a lesson about it

God I love them

I love this idea. The batkids would absolutely have a little YouTube channel for this stuff. Tim suggests the recording idea after they try pottery and Steph's clay starts flying everywhere.

I feel like they'd definitely argue over a channel name. It can't be 'The Batkids', for obvious reasons. Duke wants to call it the Kool Kidz Klub. They're all on board until he types it out. Dick sighs deeply before silently erasing it. Damian suggests 'The Waynes'. Tim calls it basic, and Cass has to step between them before a fight breaks out. Jason suggests 'A Wayne in the Life', but when nobody gets it he has to explain how it's like 'a day in the life'. Explaining it ruined it, and he revokes his idea.

Steph goes up to the computer and types in 'we are forced to hang out' and hits enter. They'll change it later.

The rule of their bonding lessons is that anyone can suggest something, and everyone has to agree. Even if you don't think you'll like it or you haven't enjoyed it previously, you still have to go. It's a different experience with different people, and this rule has opened up their minds and even changed some opinions on different activities.

Cass is obviously good at dance. She has a good time at their dance lesson. Dick is good as well. He isn't as fluid as she is, but he can get in the steps if he practices it a few times. Duke is just there to have a good time. Real life dance is different than Just Dance, but he still enjoys it. Tim does not have a good time. Steph makes fun of him for his two left feet, and he ends up angrily doing the cha cha slide in the corner. Damian is too embarrassed to fully let himself do the moves, but even with his minimum effort he's pretty much got it. Jason is not so coordinated, and he goes to give Tim some company in cha cha-ing.

Pilates are something that both girls are good at. They're somewhat of a natural (they don't mention that they have done pilates before). Tim is also pretty good at it. They're all trying to hold a shoulder bridge and Jason starts pretending to thrust into the air. Dick laughs so hard he farts, and everyone immediately shuffles away from him. He is banished to the stinky corner. Duke tries to hold a side plank and falls back, knocking into Steph, who knocks into, Tim, who knocks in to Jason, who crushes Damian. Cass is the only one standing.

Theatre is Jason's suggestion, and they put together a mini production of The Crucible that Jason directs, and perform it in a small community theatre. Dick plays the part of Abigail. Tim thought it would be funny to, in his words, "cast an old man as a gaslighting child." During the trial when Abigail is pretending to be possessed, he forgets his lines and just starts screaming bloody murder. They did not rehearse that. Everyone is so caught off guard and is just looking around at each other on stage, that Jason has to close the curtains and end it right there.

They all struggle to crochet. Nothing they make looks the way it's supposed to. Damian throws his abomination across the room. Duke is lying face down in his yarn trying not to cry tears of frustration. Steph is adding glitter to try and make it more appealing. Tim is pulling the yarn apart with his fingers. Jason is braiding yarn into Cass' hair. Dick is left to clean up the mess.

They try to play a game of tackle football, but as you can expect, it gets a little too violent. They even try with flags, but after Jason accidentally ripped Dick's shorts by pulling on them instead of the flags, they resort to something simpler. Something.. something like mini golf. Mini golf does not go well. Damian keeps hitting too hard and his golf ball keeps flying over the hole. Tim and Cass are pretending to sword fight with their clubs. Dick hits his golf ball over the course and hits someone on the back. Jason accidentally lets go of his club mid swing. Duke and Steph are competing with each other, and in their race to the next hole, they knock over some kid, who starts crying. They are all asked to leave.

I feel like their most viewed video of them working would be of the maid cafe one, because obviously. They get lots of tips. Lots. of tips. When Dick wipes his forehead with a napkin, a girl asks if she can keep it. Despite their initial thoughts, there wasn't really any chaos. They enjoyed walking around feeling pretty, because who wouldn't? The bar goes a similar way, and they have a lot of fun learning to mix different drinks. Jason is the sole drink shaker, because the girls scream and throw their money at him when they see his arms. Cass also gets a lot of happy customers. Some girl tries to get her phone number, but Cass says she doesn't have a phone. It's true. Her recent phone was destroyed at the miniature golf course.

One day when Tim goes to work at WE, the rest of them decide to go and work there as well for one of their working videos. Tim doesn't know about this until they show up to his office with their empty briefcases, fake glasses, and an attempt at business casual. Tim gets less work that day than he's ever done, and is forced to keep everyone under control. Damian at one point forces someone out of their own office because he wanted his own space. Tim has to drag him out by the ear. Duke starts writing cryptic messages on random peoples' whiteboards while they're out on break. Tim has to leave early and drag them all with him.

I very much want a fic of this lmao

[gaybirdnerd]

Puppy Teeth and Kitten Claws

Ice never noticed how many things Maverick chewed on until after the battle had ended and he had come to a startling realization that made his heart hurt.

They were celebrating the victory at Viper's rather large house that never fails to make Ice a little envious. The BBQ the Top Gun recruits had been invited to was in full swing before Ice noticed what Maverick was doing.

Ice was talking to Viper's wife about something he will never remember when he saw Maverick weaving back and forth out of the corner of his eye. Ice turned his head briefly to check on him and had to look back in a double-take before what was happening registered in his brain and short-circuited it.

The shorter man was going back and forth across the yard, helping Viper bring food to the long row of plastic tables that had been collected and brought to the middle of the large expanse of grass.

That was not the thing that made Ice question Maverick's sanity.

What did do that was the fact that Maverick had a soda can dangling between his teeth by the metal edge, swinging gently with every step and moving the man's chin along with it in a bobbing motion.

As he walks, Maverck's head swings gently side to side, first looking out one eye and then the other to see where he is going past both the can in his mouth and the tray full of food in his hands. He sidesteps the rest of the recruits playing a messed-up version of football that somehow involves wrestling, making his way to the tables beyond the playing children and next to Ice, eventually setting his tray down in a now-rare empty spot on the row of tables.

Ice assumes the younger man will set his soda down as well.

Ice is wrong.

Maverck turns and makes his way past the chaos again, head swinging gently and angled vaguely downwards as he expertly dodges bodies and toys from the children and adults alike.

Ice hears a chuckle beside him, startling him enough to make him twitch an inch to the right as he registers Viper's wife's presence had gotten closer to his left side. He really needs to remember her name.

"What?"

She shakes her head fondly, "He's just like his father. Duke was always holding what he could in his mouth, gave me plenty of heart attacks doing it to my pretty glass cups during dinner time. Lord knows they both forget there's something wrong with the picture. I thought it was the funniest thing, seeing this man about a foot taller than me holding his keys or just about anything in his mouth as he used his hands for something else." She beams a beatific smile at him and walks away.

Maverick passes Ice to put something on a table near him, barely pausing when Ice reaches out and grabs the soda can gently from his mouth. Once the food tray is put down, Maverick turns and beams at him, reaching over to grab it back.

For half a second, Ice contemplates putting it above his head. He knows he will get kicked in the nuts for it and decides against that course of action. He instead turns it over to inspect it-a normal Coke can- and hands it back.

A loud shout and rambunctious laughter makes him look at those playing "football," finding a group dog pile and Viper shaking his head as he nears the table with a tray of ribs.

Viper and Maverick exchange a look that Ice can't discern before Viper passes them and Maverick brings a hand to his mouth. A shrill whistle cuts through the noise. Those on the floor still or sit up and knock heads, those about to tackle (Hollywood) slip in the sudden stop and land face first in the dirt, and those being quieter than the others nearly give themselves whiplash to look. Ice had nearly jumped out of his skin at the noise, clutching his chest and looking offended at Maverick as the smaller man smirks and Viper subtly presses a bill into the hand behind his back.

Viper's voice rings across the silent yard, "Lunch time! Asses in seats, the lot of you."

Ice registers as his right arm is grabbed in two hands, dragging him towards where Viper and his family are starting to sit. He looks at Maverick to find that stupid can in his mouth again and his eyes sparkling with mischief and joy.

Once they're seated, Ice assumes Maverick will remove the can and put it on the table.

You know what they say about assuming.

Maverck starts serving up the food around them, grabbing dishes and serving them to others as they ask, putting some on his and Ice's plates as he gets to it.

The entire time, he has that stupid can in his mouth.

Once everyone has their food and Maverick is satisfied, he sits down fully and takes the can out of his teeth, licking his lips briefly as he settles the can on the table and opens his plastic-wrapped eating utensils.

That entire lunch, Ice cannot for the life of him concentrate on anything but the man beside him. Maverick has always been larger than life, but now that Ice has come to a realization he is still in denial over, he seems much bigger.

The younger man never stops moving; he talks with those around them, his hands waving wildly the entire time, moving his body to emphasize a point he made, standing up to deny something with his whole chest. For someone Slider jokes is "such a little guy," Maverick has the yelling capacity of a Spartan army and quiets the table twice when he jumps up to defend himself and his position in a conversation.

What drives Ice into near-insanity himself is that the entire time he's talking, Maverick has something in his mouth he's chewing on or licking food off of or simply playing with with his tongue.

Today is the day that Ice realizes the shorter man has a freckle on the right side of his bottom lip, almost hidden in the pink until he starts biting at his lip out of some sort of habit that seems to belie nervousness.

Today is the day Ice realizes he's doomed and so deep in his own feelings that he's metaphorically drowning with them.

After tearing his eyes off of Maverick's lips for the nth time, Ice catches the knowing look Slider is shooting him, wishing he could sink into his seat and disappear.

When lunch is said and done and enough conversation has been had, people start standing and helping with the cleanup. When Maverick gets up to help, Hollywood and Jester grab him by the arms and sit him down, forcing Ice down with him and demanding that the raven-haired man be babysat so he doesn't try to help.

Chest warm with laughter, Ice mock salutes and puts his arms around Maverick's shoulders, effectively trapping him in his seat.

Maverick sighs and melts into Ice's chest reluctantly, reaching out to grab his half-empty soda can and start playing with it, taking small sips as well. Ice notices a small clunking noise after a few minutes and cranes his head around Maverick's, watching as the man uses a canine to pry the pop tab off and then start working to separate the top of the can and the rest of it.

Ice grabs the can out of Maverick's mouth, a weak protest slipping from the man before one of the kids shows up with a full can and hands it to him. Ice watches as Maverick pops the can and starts sipping the soda again, then turns to the other can to investigate the damage.

To his surprise, Maverick had already gotten a hole through the aluminum, making it seem as if someone had stabbed the can. Ice wonders just how strong the other man's teeth are to do this.

Before he knows it, Ice is no longer on babysitting duty and the party has been cleaned up. They all get up and going, saying thank you to Viper's family and moving to go to their own spaces to relax after the long day.

Ice is kept awake that night by haunting thoughts of the freckle on his wingman's bottom lip, practically begging to be kissed.

After that day, whenever they're facing each other, Ice can't help but look for the small brown spot, watching as it stretches and moves with each expression and each word. Had Ice been paying attention to the sarcastic words said and not just responding to them instinctively, he would be a pro at reading lips.

Slider has been giving him knowing looks for weeks now.

Ice doesn't like it.

Within weeks, Ice notices the pattern he had been unseeing of before. He watches as Maverick holds cans and pencils and eating utensils in his mouth, chewing on fingernails and long sleeves and sticks of some sort of snack with a mysterious origin.

It's quite literally a mystery. One second, the man is empty-handed; the next, he's got a snack in his mouth.

Ice watches as the man opens things with his top right canine, chewing through cans and bottle lids like they're nothing. Ice absurdly wonders if the younger man can open a soup can without a can opener.

He hopes he doesn't get the answer.

His pining grows each and every day. It's not just this habit he's taking notice of. He notices how soft Maverick is with women and children and those who don't know what to do wth him. Ice even sees the man stop walking to help a small lizard in the walkway on a particularly hot day, taking it aside under a bush and giving it water.

It's almost as if the snark of the younger man is hiding this soft side of himself Ice has only started noticing recently.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky is doomed.

One day, Slider has had enough; he's carrying a protesting and struggling Maverick over his shoulder when he enters their room. He plops the smaller man down on the foot of Ice's empty bed, whispers something that makes him still, and leaves the room.

Ice looks after Slider in stunned confusion for about a minute, turning to Maverick to ask what's happening and freezing at the full-face blush the other man is sporting. Maverick grins up at him from halfway across the room and stands to cross to the couch two feet from where Ice stands.

Maverick's voice startles him all the same, despite how closely he's watching the man. "So. You've been watching me."

At Ice's spluttering and furious pink flush quickly spreading from his ears to his face, Maverick nods and his smile grows softer. "I've been watching you, too."

This makes Ice pause in his effort to find the right words to brush this off. At Maverick's little pat on the couch next to him, Ice sits and faces the smaller man, tucking one foot under himself to get comfortable while hiding how insecure he feels.

Maverick breaks the silence again, almost startling the other man from his quick spiral into his own thoughts. "You play with your hands a lot, you know that?"

Ice stares in confusion, eliciting a chuckle from the man in front of him. "You do! I noticed during the celebration, when everyone else was cleaning up. You had your hands in front of me, and you were playing with your own fingernails or the soda can. I put my necklace in grabbing distance, and I don't think you even noticed when you started playing with it. There's a ring, see?"

Ice stares as Maverick brings his dog tags out of his shirt, a gold wedding band with decorative lines etched on it on the small chain, clinking against the tags. Before Ice can come to any conclusion about the ring, Maverick slides his right thumb into it and reaches inside his shirt with his left hand for a silver wedding ring with a small diamond surrounded by the same etching design

Ice recognizes the gold ring then. It's the very one that had been on Goose's finger and dog tag necklace the entire time he had been married to Carole. The information hits him like a ton of bricks before he can even think about how he had apparently been playing with it.

It hits him even harder that it seems like Carole had given Maverick both of their wedding rings. For what, Ice doesn't know. He thinks he doesn't want the answer.

A hand on his arm startles him from his reverie, making him look up at the small, sad smile Maverick gives him as he tucks the necklace back in his shirt, giving it what seems like a habitual pat before moving both hands to rest on Ice's shoulders.

"Sorry."

Ice narrows his eyes at the younger, "For what?"

"I didn't realize you didn't know about the rings."

Ice shakes his head, "Why do you have them? Carole must have given them to you, but why?"

The sad smile gets impossibly sadder, turning into a frown. "I loved him. Not like Carole did, of course, but he was my brother. He was the closest thing I had to family until I met Carole and Bradley, then they became a part of us. Carole wanted me to have these because they'll help me remember the good times. With them as a family. Before I ruined it."

Ice feels righteous indignation at that, grabbing Maverick's wrists and catching his gaze when it snaps to him and tries to dart away. He shakes Maverick bodily by the wrists and makes an incomprehensible noise of frustration.

"You didn't do shit."

"Ice-"

"Shut the fuck up, me time. Did you plan to get into my jet wash? Did you sabotage the ejection? Did you hold Goose under water personally?"

A horrified gasp follows the last question, the raven-haired man's throat working to get past the tears that spring up while he shakes his head adamantly.

Ice brings him closer by his wrists, scooting on the couch to wrap the smaller man in a hug. "You didn't do shit. It was a bunch of circumstances that could have been avoided individually, but not all together. If anything, we should both take the blame for letting competition get in the way."

A small noise of indignation greets him as the smaller man decides to release himself by jabbing his fingers in Ice's side. "If I can't take the blame, you can't either. I'll probably always blame myself, but never you."

Before Ice can open his mouth, Maverick shakes his head and covers the older man's face with his hands. "Let's just drop it, ok?"

Maverick pulls his hands away and shakes his head again. "As I was saying, you were playing with Goose's ring-yes, you're allowed to do that, shut up-and it made me realize you have a habit of playing with things in your hands."

Maverick looks down at his own hands, blush returning to his cheeks as he continues, "I started watching. Noticing, really, how you use your hands for everything, even if they're not needed. You talk with them, use them for emphasis, you play with the hem of your uniform or your sleeves when you're bored. It's fascinating to watch because you always end up with a pencil or pen in your hand, and I don't even know where it comes from, and you're almost always twirling it."

Ice blinks, slowly processing the words that had just been thrown at him and had gone faster as the shorter man talked.

Maverick looks up briefly, looking away with a wince and going to stand, "I'm sorry, maybe this was a mistake-"

He's stopped by a hand on his wrist, gripping gently and pulling him back even more gently. "You bite things."

Maverick turns and locks eyes with an extremely red Ice, confusion evident in every inch of his body as he lets the gentle hand on his wrist guide him back to sitting on the couch.

"What?"

Ice looks away, going impossibly more red, the blush creeping down to his neck in a fascinating way that Maverick doesn't know what he wants to do with. "You bite things, and it's the most frustrating thing in my life. Like, you don't understand, you always use your right canine for everything, it's not even longer than the rest of them or anything, you just use it more. You smirk, and it's always angled to show off your right canine. You bite through things like plastic and soft aluminum like it's your job. You think I get pens out of nowhere? Where the hell do you keep those weird ass pretzel sticks you chew on when you think no one is watching in class?"

They had been moving closer together throughout the rant, Ice having forgotten to let go of Maverick's hand and then gesturing with his own as he spoke.

"Do you know how frustrating it is to watch you just chew on your utensils in the mess? They're meant for food, not the teeth marks you leave in them. I swear I saw the cooks point out your dining set one day and set it aside away from the others because of how chewed up they are. I'm pretty sure you get the same set until you've chewed on it so bad it's no longer safe to use."

Maverick goes to open his mouth, interrupted by a shake of the older man's head.

"I don't know how you don't see it, you've destroyed two pens in the time we've been here, one of them actually exploded in your mouth and I'm sure it was gross and then sometimes you chew on something stupid and I can't help but look at that stupid freckle-"

He makes a startled noise when his lips are smothered with the feeling of warm softness. He blinks dumbly as Maverick pulls back and smiles at him sheepishly.

After Ice stares for a few seconds, Maverick starts to get visibly nervous, "Please tell me that's where that was going because-"

It's his turn to be silenced when Ice grabs his chin gently and pulls him closer, lips meeting in a gentle caress before the taller man smiles and kisses the right edge of his mouth, his cheekbone, his forehead, and finally the tip of his nose before returning back to his lips for a slightly longer kiss.

Maverick breaks the kiss and moves to straddle Ice's thighs, pushing the taller man into the couch back and stopping there as Ice gets comfortable under him, hips readjusting to plant his feet on the floor as his hands find purchase on the younger man's hips.

As Ice readjusts himself, Maverick simply cradles his face in his hands, thumbs stroking his cheekbones and gliding over fluttering eyelashes. As soon as the other man sits still beneath him, Maverick reengages, kissing softly and sweetly, speaking as he moves slowly to Ice's left ear, each word punctuated by a kiss. "So. About. That. Freckle."

Ice groans in embarrassment and turns his head to catch Maverick's lips again, savoring a slow and sweet kiss before breaking away and looking into mischievous green eyes. "Don't think we could ignore that?"

Maverick smirks and kisses the tip of his nose, "Unfortunately not, I don't know what you're talking about in the first place."

Ice reaches up his left hand and guides Maverick's face back down for another slow kiss, thumb brushing against the freckle as they pull back. "Right here. There's this freckle that you'd think you'd be able to see better when your lips are lighter, but sometimes you bite them, and it gets darker when they do."

"You looking at me that closely, pretty boy?"

"I just willingly kissed you, I think I'm allowed a certain fascination."

Maverick smiles at him, kissing his nose again before leaning their foreheads together and closing his eyes, breathing in the moment.

Ice follows his lead, closing his eyes and basking in the warmth and weight on his lap, happy despite the fumbling of the day.

Slider finds them there later on, curled up together on the couch and sleeping in each other's arms, Maverick buried deep within Ice's chest as if he believes they can become one through way of osmosis.

Slider has to watch his back for a moment to make sure he's breathing, unsure how he is when his face is fully covered and buried in the chest and shirt of another human being.

And if they start trying and failing at being subtle, well, Viper and Jester were out sick that day and the rest of the class suddenly had an aversion to looking in any direction that would get the two men in trouble.

[sometimesoliloquy]

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NOooooooo not more press🫣🙈 Lol jk, thank you for sending, I hadn't seen this one yet (of course I say I'm staying away and then hate watch all of it while rolling my eyes).

Wellppp, if June doesn't know who she loves more at least we can help her out there cause we sure do, after all we've only spent hours upon hours of our precious little human lives analyzing every single detail😅 (psst, hey June: Nick, it's Nick! btw when you kiss Luke you may as well be kissing a cardboard box). Still waiting over here to see dark side Nick... when's that gonna be now?

Intellectualism between June and Luke?🧐 I sure don't see it, their conversations are all either arguing about Hannah or seem pretty boring to me, maybe I missed the scene where they debate over Kant's theory of ethics. I guess... they went to the ballet??...once? (it's a big stretch, I think I pulled something). Idk I guess they both probably went to college whereas now we have canonical proof Nick didn't, but what the shit does that really mean, I know a lot of dummies who went to college and retained nothing, including me. But god bless Max (in his cute-ass pink sweatshirt and glasses) for trying to be diplomatic.

God knows it's more than OT will ever do, speaking of which: 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄(this was just going to be a full paragraph of rolling eye emojis but):

"This is a man who's ultimately abandoned his child, he never talks about his child"--cut to Nick literally arranging multiple escape attempts to get his child out of a horrific country that would treat her like expendable property and where she'd be Fred's daughter *shudders* (if that counts as abandoning I'd sign up any day of the week); talking about how beautiful she is and longing to just be able to hold her, asking about her every time he sees June or talks to June on the phone, making a very dangerous deal to be a double agent to keep her (and her mom) safe, confirming this safety every time he talks to Mark, etc. What does OT want, for Nick to be hanging out with the commanders being like "SO about my daughter NICHOLE who I had with JUNE OSBORNE..." (of course Luke's ass probably would be so stupid as this, after all he did take Gilead's #1 most wanted baby to a protest where he allowed her to be filmed while saying her damn name). Honestly I tried but I can't even comment on this one intelligently because it's such a stupid, insane claim. I hope I didn't miss any important points because my brain's just given up on humanity and died.

[poetry-protest-pornography]

Pit Babe 2 episode 1 yelling:

This is mostly just pulled from my chat with Mia as I watched, with a few additions. I usually break up liveblog posts for length, but I was too excited the vroom vroom show is back.

Onto the yelling!

Three minutes in, and Mama and Papa are back 😂 And they're still weird and very horny about each other. Good for them.

Looks like Charlie goes to the Leo DSN School of Helping Your BF With His Big Emotions. Which is to say "kiss/bang him about it"

They've managed to top season 1's NC scenes five minutes into episode 1. Bravo, team

KIM!

They're holding haaaands 😭

Kim, you're right, you would be number 1, Babe should kiss you in gratitude

I forgot what Charlie's powers were for a second and was like "how is he hearing this?" Lol

MY BOY NORTH! I MISSED HIM!

Of course the bad guy has an evil looking car. Perfect, no notes. It should have red under lighting to really sell it

I appreciate that they're doing the video game thing with the race position over the cars 😂 It's legit helpful but also just the right amount silly

This Willy kid is a dick. (Money on him being a Tony plant)

Alan swooping in to keep Babe from sticking his foot in it with the press, and the. Babe just does it anyway lol. And then North and Charlie double down 😆 I love my no chill sons

Uh oh, Babe is upset, better push him up against something and smooch him

The "Nu* pronoun Alan is using is so cute, and the soft way Jeff is saying "loong" is *adorable*

Jeff powers upgrade? I bet everyone thinks it's because he's pregnant and that boosts his powers

Charlie is trying to get rid of his powers-- or at least Babe's-- I forgot that was talked about last season.

Oh no, this experimental man is having a bad day

And first "Alpha" drop off the season. Idk how they even would've begun to un-omegaverse this show

Oh good, Charlie IS going to bang Babe about his feelings. Flowers and sexy role-play, The CharlieBabe special

Charlie: "he doesn't think my body can handle it"

Babe: "does he know how many times a day we fuck?"

If the living room car is a-rocking, don't come a-knocking

At least we know what the living room car is for!

Uh-oh, losing control of your powers, that's a sign of early pregnancy, for sure

Jeff, we know better than to lie to our partners by now, no?

KENTAAAAAA

You can shoot Dean, Mr Gangster guy he sucks. OH SHIT THEY REALLY SHOT HIM?! Is he actually not in this season?

There are some magical technologies in Thailand. I want a card I can put in the wall that turns all the lights on the way I like them

Not the drinking buddy post it 😭😭😭

SONIC IS HEEEEERE

North is just standing there like "please notice me please notice me please look at me"

Where is my boy's color? Why is Sonic in neutrals? Where are the silly prints?! 😭😭😭 North, kiss this man and give his color back!

Jeff: you playing matchmaker?

Alan: me? Those two are already dating, they just don't know it SO TRUE BESTIE

This conversation where Kim quits but him and Alan are both like "but we're still family tho" is so sweet. I love them a lot (what will X Hunter do when they're back down to the one braincell that Alan usually has? Kim is taking his braincell with him, how will they survive?)

Also, Kim is 1000% right, but I need him to visit often so he can do this with NorthSonic:

Alan, you are too young and child free (for now!) to worry about being an empty nester

Pete and his giant bouquet are here

Do they only have one picture of Way? @hotasfahrenheit decided this is the only picture of Way/Nut to ever been taken, and I think she's correct

Jeff can't take the skill erasing drugs, Charlie; they're not safe for the baby

It's okay, Babe, the zombies are going to be in a university bothering your friends, not in this lab

They have said "special alpha" so many times. Omegaverse erasure who?

Not!Way is about to have the weirdest first day of work in history

Pavel is so pretty, and Nut in those glasses is just so unfair. UGHHHH

PETE YOU CAN'T JUST TOUCH PEOPLE TO READ THEIR MINDS, THAT'S AN HR VIOLATION

I feel like I'm gonna flip flop on they're Chris is a different person, a clone, a robot, or Way with amnesia every episode

Related: I need The Prettiest Count to come out yesterday, I need Nut to have the twelve boyfriends he deserves

Kenta does not deserve to have to deal with Tony again. He looks terrified and it makes me v sad (that insanely tight T-shirt that is clinging to his tits is making me a lot less sad. If they hadn't planned away to Tony I would've missed him, I was struggling to look anywhere else 😆)

Ep 2 preview and Babe is already being a dick. Why is Babe already being a dick? Does the new mechanic have mind control powers and is influencing him, because that would be annoying. Alpha powers of Fuck Your Relationship Up

[hufflezki]

hello it's me again 😋😋 if u didn't know by now, im in love with harry soooo could you write about him and reader being paired up for potions (in fifth year) and when reader added an ingredient to the cauldron, the potion just exploded in Harry's face and reader is helping him wipe it off while stifling her (or their ツ) laughter and Harry just realized he's in love with her right then and there... while snape is making snide remarks in the background LOL

anddd i want reader to be harry's best friend since first year like ron and hermione (reader is KIND OF part of their friend group) I JUST LOVE THE FRIENDS TO LOVERS TROPE ☹️☹️ also, i love your writing 🫶

[ 🌺 ᝰ.ᐟ ] hii hii!! can't blame u i do love harry as well <3 and thank u for requesting again, lovely 🫶🏻 (I hope this is to ur liking, since changed it up just a bit.)

-> harry potter x gn!reader, implied friends to lovers, typical pining, reader is also a gryffindor, word count: 866

Syrup of hellebore,

Stewed Mandrake,

Powdered moonstone,

Powdered porcupine quills,

And powdered unicorn horn. .

You repeat the ingredients, to the draught of peace potion, inside your mind as you toss them into the cauldron, having learnt from what happened in your last Potions class. When your strengthening solution ended up spoiling. But you were feeling lucky this time, after you managed to pair up with one of your best friends, Harry. He was doing pretty well in Potions, and it's exactly what you needed.

“You got them all?” Harry asks, looking over at you for confirmation, and you nod your head, confidently. You trusted Harry and his abilities. And also, a couple of minutes has passed by already without anything going wrong.

Or, so you thought.

Maybe you shouldn’t have spoken too soon.

Because just as Professor Snape passes by your desk, the potion Harry’s stirring suddenly bursts into a dark grey cloud, making you both step back. “Did we do something wrong?” You hear Harry ask, as he fans the fumes away. You try to retract your steps, and the ingredients you’ve carefully tossed in the cauldron. But you can’t tell where you went wrong.

“None that I could think of—”

Then you hear your last name being called out by Professor Snape, as he uses a spell to undo your failed potion. “This is a powdered Griffin claw.” He emphasizes, holding up the small container, which you thought was the powdered Porcupine quill.

But Merlin forbid, you get it wrong, right?

You let out a sigh as Professor Snape goes on a rant about how he’s going to give you two another chance to finish the draught of peace potion before class ends, or he’s going to give you both a failing grade for today’s class work. Harry just nods his head in agreement as Professor Snape walks away right after.

“I’m sorry, that’s my fault.”

“It's fine. We can just start over.”

He says, fixing his hair and glasses. Then he turns to you, and you notice some fume particles dusting his face. “Harry.” A chuckle slips out of you and the said boy tilts his head to the side, confused. “What? Is there something on my face—” You cut him off, catching his wrist as he lifts them up. “I’ll do it, you’re fine.” Still, you try your best to stifle your laugh, grabbing your handkerchief to wipe his face clean.

With his eyebrows furrowed, Harry stares at you. He doesn’t exactly know what’s so amusing, but watching you fail to hold your laughter back, makes him smile. Then again, that’s how it's always been with you. Everytime you’re together, he just seems happier. Maybe that’s why he likes being around you.

Looking at you, Harry notices just how close he is. And he tries to convince himself that this isn't all that out of the ordinary. That his heart definitely isn't beating so fast right now, and that his hands aren’t growing clammy. This was normal. You didn't even look half as bothered as him.

So why is his whole face heating up?

And that’s when it dawns on him.

He likes you. For the longest time. And you’re currently witnessing—front row seat, matter of fact—the one of many times where he’s so painfully obvious. And, of course, he has to realize it in the middle of class. Harry snaps back into reality, when he feels you tugging on his robe.

“Are you still with me?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.” He lets out a chuckle, still a little nervous but finding his composure. And for the rest of your time, making the potion together, Harry begins to notice more of the little things you do. Like the quirks and habits that he’s always been aware of, but didn't know just how fond of them he was, or how often your hands would brush against each other.

Unfortunately, time seems to pass by faster when you spend it with someone you like. And before Harry knew it, you had finished your potion. But his mind was still in the middle of grasping this newfound feeling for you.

Later that night, you find yourself listening to Hermione talk about her day, by the fireplace. When Harry and Ron arrive. The redhead takes the empty space just beside Hermione on the couch, joining your conversation. And you, exchanging a glance with him, immediately take the hint. So, you move yourself down on the carpet, next to Harry. And he seems delighted by it, as he looks up from his book.

“Mind if I join?” You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder. He shakes his head, saying he doesn't mind at all, and lets you rest your head. “Do you want me to read to you?” He mumbles, adjusting his position, so he can scoot a little closer to you. “If you want to.” You respond, smiling up at him.

'I always want to, if it's you.' Harry thinks, but he doesn't want to say it out loud, at least not yet. Instead, he wraps an arm around you, when you start to fall asleep in the middle of his reading.

golden trio masterlist ꩜ .ᐟ

[urhoneycombwitch]

okay I've been swirling a couple more thoughts around my head about neighbor Eddie and specifically how you said he's down for what makes his partner happy and also how we've discussed making up handyman excuses to get him in the door

now I'm picturing a PLETHORA of roleplay fantasies he could fit into

okay 1) you said ranch hand? boom... get the hat and those blue jeans that he still has but never wears and are a tad too small and hug just right (it's not like they're gonna be on for long). forget that y'all are in the middle of the city, the blinds are closed to imagine outside is just green fields and trees for miles. really leaning into that southern drawl. he's gonna throw reader around like those bales of hay he's been slinging yessir (if you're into a bit of spanking with implements, this could be an opportunity to get a riding crop? Do you see the vision??)

now stick with me there's more

2) any form of mechanic, handyman, plumber, installer, you name it. As long as he's got those like full bottom denim overalls but he keeps the front open/tied around his waist just to show off that tank top underneath. Got plenty of tools on his belt, and a big one under it too if you know what I mean ;D love a man that's good with his hands. oh no, sorry mister, I don't have any money to pay for the fee...

3) FIREFIGHTER?! but just the pants and suspenders because then his chest and belly and arms are all oiled up and glistening. (potentially an opportunity for him to practice tying knots? you know, for safety...) can't really say much about this fantasy other than Damn! Is it hot in here? Nah, it's just him

4) and then obviously putting him in something lacy and skimpy. pretty collar (if that's what they're into) and some sexy lace garters around his thick meaty thighs that connect to some thin panties that barely contain his package and you're definitely taking them off with your teeth

(and speaking of packages, let's put delivery guy down on the list too. put his dick in a box I don't care)

but of course, as much fun as it to make him put on a show and be fantasy-fulfiller slutboy, there's gotta be some reciprocation too

which is where I ask you, government name Lulu Urhoneycombwitch, what are neighbor!Eddie's roleplay fantasies? What do he have R dress up as/do?

ngl this one’s been sitting in my inbox for awhile just so I could read it more easily. hm. yeah, anon, ya melted me with this one!!!!! 

cowboy in the bedroom absoLUTEly. i see the vision. neighbor!Eddie in my canon is a bit more reserved (‘least that’s how i’ve been writing him recently as I build out more of his character) but needs someone like neighbor!Reader to bring out his more outgoing and playful qualities. such as: rope tying skills he learned in the barn coming in very handy.

speaking of handy!!! lol. yes. handyman w a slutty thick waist shown off by half-tied overalls. this is most likely one of the first times ya’ll role played and i fear it was unintentional… Eddie was over doing some work on your sink and was dressed Like That so hardly your fault. it def becomes a thing after that. especially when you need him to fix something for real and he’s like ;) ;) this is code right and ur like ;) my shower hasn’t worked in 3 days ;) but i’ll repay you in sex  ;) ;) ;) 

firefighter and femme vibes are both equally alluring to me. y not both. u feel. like a big set of suspenders and pants and a jacket but after stripping him down he’s got a bare chest, fishnets, and a lacy pair of undies. i pledge allegiance…..

gov’t name u kill me lmao. okay if we’re talking Eddie’s personal preferences… well first off he definitely makes themed playlists for each setting and vibe if it’s planned roleplay. if we’re talking older!Eddie (which I often fantasize husky!neighbor!Eddie as 40s…) it’s personalized mixtapes + records.

Eddie loves literally anything that accentuates your curves. drooools over tight-fitting clothes whenever you wear anything that highlights your stomach or thighs or ass etc etc. so by that nature, I feel like one of his fantasies is completed just by getting to see you in lingerie. 

neighbor!Eddie’s ex-catholic for sure he’s just got that vibe to him idk… it’s always the ex-religious ones w a lot of kink lmao. I think he’d be really into seeing you in an angel getup around halloween time. getting fucknasty with a beautiful angel in gossamer and white satin would be a sinner’s dream come true.

he’s a total nerd for fantasy + lore in this life, too, really anything Lord of the Rings related would get him going. a fair maid a hobbit an elf forgettttaboutit. you in ren faire getup brings him to his knees. 

also Eddie would love a stranger-at-the-bar roleplay evening. spending the day apart in anticipation, setting a place and general time to ‘meet’, getting to hit on you at the bar as if he doesn’t know you, the thrill of you saying yes all over again!!!! that’d get him so good. that and the heavy petting that happens in the bathroom stall later that eve 😛

[oneglass-zinfandel]

Hungry Heat

Pairing : Ron Weasley x FEM!reader

CW : implied consent? Spit as lube, oral (f receiving), Fingering, size difference implied, enjoying the scent of sweat, finishing untouched, (idk what I could have missed)

Plot : It's a hot day in Hogwarts, leaving you and Ron to sweat together in your bed, trying to cuddle somewhat. What starts as simply trying to cool off quickly turns into a nice meal for Ron

Warning : 18+ Smut, Lemon !!!

A/N : I was so bored and I need more Ron Munch smut stories, also I totally didn't study for my three tests I have this week- so wish me luck!! Oh and feel free to recommend some Ron Smut one-shots and such<3

For the past four months you've dated the one and only Ron Weasley. It was wonderful. Sure he had his grumpy moods at times, but he loved you deeply. He asked you to be patient with him, so you were. In return, he never rushes anything between you. You leaned in for the first kiss, and he finished it, you started talking about a date, and he'd ask you out. All you needed was to give him a subtle 'go ahead'.

Naturally, that thoughtfulness spread to sexual activities. You have only really made out, even though that took a while to get to. He never really talked about it or made sexual remarks. Some would say he's a gentleman for it...but something told you he was just holding back.

It was a warm night, the Hogwarts halls were steaming with how hot it was. The number of students didn't help. But at least you had alone time with Ron, seeing everyone in your dorm was out for ice cream and would be gone for a while. Taking all the blankets off your bed, opening the windows and only leaving one pillow on the bed wasn't enough. It was hot. Really hot. Sure you were cuddled up and that could be a good reason for sweating...but you wouldn't let go anytime soon

Ron laid down beside you, his head on your shoulder, both sprawled on the small bed, trying to stay close but also fighting the heat.

Your eyes lock with his as you mutter, breathless "Why don't you take your shirt off?"

Ron's eyes widen slightly flustered as he spoke bewildered "excuse me?", which makes you roll your eyes. "Well technically it's more acceptable for a guy to just have his shirt off than a girl, weirdly enough" you state referring to the norm. He shakes his head confused by your statement but looks over to you, sitting up on his side, supporting himself with his elbow "you're weird mate, I'm not sweatin' all over you"

Despite his words he takes his shirt off. You can't help but look over at his subtle muscles in his arms, the thin layer of sweat on his body making you question yourself. Of course he notices, Snickering to himself but not mentioning it. Instead he looks over at you, still shy and slightly insecure about his body, "what about you? You're still fully clothed.."

His words snap you out of your daydreaming as you look at his face and down at yourself, sitting up. "What do you want me to do? I don't have a bra under here.." you trail off slightly, thinking it would be too weird to casually have your boobs out, no matter the size..

The comment makes Ron flustered, imagining it for a second before shaking his head and shrugging. "Well you could always take off your shorts..you've got underwear on don't you?"

Sure he has a point but..would that be any better? Being in your panties? To be fair it might help with some airflow..in your full defense he said you could.

Trying to be casual you shrug and undo your shorts pulling them down. Ron tries not to stare but he can't help but glance from your pretty panties up to your face. They were cute and white, a nice crisscross pattern and a little bow on the top with lace...casual yet oh so tempting..you notice him looking blushing slightly before speaking up, "I can put my shorts back on if you're uncomfortable..?". Which Ron quickly shakes his head to. Of course he wouldn't want that!

"no no, it's okay- they're um- pretty..like a dove or sum.." his voice was nervous and slightly lustful, he couldn't possibly help it. You looked beautiful, as the sun shined thru the window hitting you just right..your face and your pretty panties. Ron had to clear his throat, looking away embarrassed.

You take a little second to respond. All you needed to get him closer was to...merely give him the idea you wanted it.. maybe the sun was hitting your head for to long to the point your brain melted, but you couldn't help the desire bubbling for so long. It's not actually sex right? I mean...he'd just use his mouth..maybe a finger or two.. definitely not three- he was to big! Your mind clouded with the idea of him eating you out. You can't say you're exactly new to those thoughts, especially recently with him wearing T-shirts and rolled up sleeves. The sweat and the muscle..oh you were dazed.

Ron grew more nervous at your silence after his compliment, but before he could apologize you break the silence.

"You know..." you start off slow, dragging out your words a bit, gentle and curious, "I'm really hot still..". Your statement is simple, as you look up at him Thru your eyelashes almost, pretty doe eyes. Ron gulps a bit, sucking in a little breath. "Yeah?" "Yeah."

"Maybe you could..slip my panties off for me?"

That little request that took courage from you, awakened something within Ron. But not really a beast, not yet at least. The desire in your eyes turns on the signal in his head like for everything else. A sign. He nods slowly, his words coming out slightly breathless but he composes himself. "Yeah..yeah alright"

His accent came out thick, as you sit up more, spreading your legs just a bit, his eyes lock on your pretty panties. His large hands go to your hips, silently asking you to lift them for him. His thumb rubs agents the fabric of the cotton panties. 'Focking hel' he thought to himself, as a finger hooks under the waistband on each side. Slowly pulling them down. Perhaps he didn't understand the assignment or maybe he was just too dazed, but the second they were down enough to reveal your pretty cunt? He stopped tugging them down for a moment.

Ron's eyes lock on you, maybe the slightly musky scent from the sweat would set someone off, but Ron? He couldn't care less, not like it was awful. Only natural his pretty girl got hot under all those clothes right? From your little 'ahem' his eyes dart up at yours before pulling your panties fully down and throwing them wherever, quickly regretting it because he kind of wanted to take them..

"Thank you Ronnie..you always listen to me" you coo at him oh so sweetly, your sweet boy. Ron's pretty eyes look at you, the praise making his cock harden, he didn't even realize how hard he was from the sight alone. His hand rubbing your hip, itching to touch your pussy. The sight making you melt.

"You really deserve a reward don't you? Maybe I could buy you a meal..." You trail off again, your words offering an idea of a cute date, but the implications of the moment made something in Ron's brain..twist. just the right way. He quickly nodded, his other hand at your inner thigh spreading your legs, before lifting it

"Yeah..yeah I'm fuckin' starving Hun.."

With those words he lifts your hips, making you arch up, putting your legs on his shoulders. He couldn't possibly lay down with his aching dick in the way, instead lifting your pussy up for him. The action surprised you as you gasp a bit holding onto the mattress under you. You feel his breath so clearly on your cunt, slightly leaking already.

Ron's eyes look over every inch of your pretty pussy, taking a finger to spread your lips apart, making some of your juices leak out, he chuckles to himself oh so proud. But he wouldn't want anything to go to waste as he quickly licks it up making you catch a whimper in your throat. He pulls away once more speaking softly right to your cunt "think you can hold yourself up for me like this? Just a moment baby.." he asks looking at your eyes over your pussy. Confused slightly you nod, what did he need two hands for?

As you steady yourself in that position he takes both hands putting them on your thighs, using his thumb to spread your lips apart. His dick throbbing at the sight. Your pussy clenching over nothing, leaking just for him. Just for him. No matter how embarrassed you felt from that alone, your moan was worse, pornographic, as Rons tongue probes at your entrance. Giving your cunt a firm kiss before grabbing your hips again and diving in.

His tongue was skillful in its own way. Sure he never did this before oh but he thought of it. He was a munch. And he definitely thought about this before, what could possibly make you feel good. His lips were big leaving saliva all over, his nose nudging your clit taking in your sweaty scent. He closed his eyes with a groan as his tongue entered you, trying to drink up everything you had to offer.

Your moans and wiggling get his attention, whining how good it feels and how the position slightly makes your body hurt. His eyes only half lid at your remarks as he grips you tighter at the expense of bringing your pussy closer.

Your moans of his name made his dick twitch. Your taste and smell made him groan right in your pussy. Only ever pulling away to spit on your clit, watching it dribble down your hole before pushing it in and drinking it alongside your fluids. Sucking on your clit every so often, teasing it with his tongue. You both had to admit the spit was turning you both on. Maybe it was cuz of how it looked, maybe because of the simple reason it was sloppy, but you were getting wetter by the second.

And Ron was so messy. Wanting more of you. More of your taste and essence. He pressed to your lower abdomen as you let out a chocked moan at the feel spurring him on even more. Finally, he brings his hand to your pussy. But he needed you bad. And he needed you now. Talking into your pussy how you're 'such a good girl' and how 'you can take it', he pushes in two fingers at once making your legs shake a bit, moaning at the stretch. It felt so good and his fingers were thick, the idea of his cock being thicker made you absolutely lose your mind.

As he fingered your poor puffy pussy, sucking on the clit, he felt his cock twitch so much..he was gonna cum untouched. Working harder and speaking into your pussy while fucking his fingers inside you made you see stars.

"cum for me"

"give me more, more of your cunny"

"fuck, taste so good"

"on my tongue pretty"

His words and the constant stimulation on your pussy made your head spin, as you whine his name humping up into his face further if possible, as you cum on his fingers and tongue.

Like the starved man he is, Ron licks up every drop. But not before humping into the air, as his shorts get stained with a wet patch, his underwear soaked.

After your orgasm, Ron pressed a sweet kiss to your pussy before setting your legs down on the Bed. As you pant you can't help but notice his shorts. Your breathing is shallow but you speak up "you..came?"

Thru his embarrassment he nods slightly, whipping his mouth with the back of his hand cupping his own cock thru his shorts. Still hard, and oh so wet.

You can see the tent clearly, the size..it was like out of an inaccurate romance book. But you can't help but sit up and pull his pants down without a word, alongside his boxers. Not only do you pull them down, you stretch the elastic looking down into his boxers where the cum stained. His cock standing agents his stomach, hard, red and leaky.

Your eyes meet his as a hiss left his lips, maybe even a whimper. "Maybe I should return the favor~", "please do baby.."