#was out in town talking about it and my friend was like we can go get them done now đ and i was just like.. we could đ and then i did!!!!
Musician Age Gap AU Pt 8
"I cannot believe you told my wife your date was with *Lena Luthor*," Alex whispers mid-yell, "before you told me!"
"Would it have changed your recommendation?"
At that, Kara hears Alex pause to consider.
"No," comes the final response. Then, "Did it work?"
Kara flushes-- she'd certainly gotten the reaction she'd been looking for. She just isn't sure she wants her sister to know that they hadn't fully resolved that desire.
"Well enough," Kara returns, settling on an incomplete truth. She'd explain the rest later... eventually.
A muttered curse issues over the line. "Jesus. How did this even happen? Wait-- what happens now? Esme said her next show is in, like... 16 hours, in Denver."
Kara smiles into the phone. "We stay in touch."
She's already received a picture via text, showing Lena with a tongue-out wink and a playful peace sign. Another photo had revealed a sticky bun, with a note that Lena had gotten Jess to swing by Noonan's on the way to the airport.
Though the sight of the sticky bun had made her hungry, the selfie made her pause to absorb the image. From the relaxed tousle of Lena's wavy hair, to the ray-bans hooked on the collar of her shirt, and the luxury of the private plane lurking around the edges.... she wonders if Lena realizes just how far she's letting Kara in, allowing her to see Lena in so personal a setting.
Kara's response had been simple. "Fly safe."
It had earned her a floating heart emoji and a promise to touch base upon landing.
"That's it?" Alex asks, pulling Kara back to the present.
Kara huffs a laugh. "What did you expect? She wasn't going to cancel half a national tour for personal time with someone she only met two days ago."
"Well why not? You're worth it."
"You're only saying that because you're my sister," Kara counters. "Besides, I don't want that for her."
Seeing Lena on stage had proven it's something the woman enjoyed. She thrived on the experience of it, and so did the thousands of fans who came to see her.
Which is why, a few hours after Lena's first Denver show would have concluded, Kara is surprised to receive a call from Lena. They'd facetimed when she'd landed, so the lack of video is her first clue that something isn't right.
"Hey," Kara greets, pressing the phone to her ear as she wipes sleep from her eyes. She'd meant to stay awake to check in herself, but not even a book had been able to keep her from dozing off.
"Hey."
Lena's voice is somber. It's such a difference that a wave of concern wakes Kara the rest of the way.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
There's a short pause before Lena responds. "Nothing."
"How was the show?"
"Fine. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be calling so late. I just... I wanted to hear your voice." Lena pauses again. "Is that weird?"
"No." Kara listens closely to the quiet that follows, as though it might give her some insight into what was happening on the other end of the line. "Lena..."
"Could you... talk to me?"
"About what?"
"Anything. Just... so I can listen."
Kara's brow furrows. She fights the impulse to dig deeper, to push to find the why. She doesn't need to know. Lena has asked for what she needs-- and it's something Kara is able and willing to give.
"Did I ever tell you that I didn't always live in National City?"
Lena hums a negative, prompting Kara to continue.
"I'm actually from a town up the coast. Midvale. I miss it sometimes. The stars mostly. In high school, I had friend named Kenny, and we would take his telescope to the old barn, and we would chart the skies together..."
Kara goes on, relating many and more of the troubles she and Kenny had gotten up to in those days. She was careful to steer clear of his murder, and the bullying they'd both experienced. Lena needed distraction, not more heartache.
As she speaks, Lena hums occasionally, sometimes even giving a chuckle. When the sounds of her following along peters out, Kara pauses to listen if Lena notices the stop. When no reaction comes, Kara smiles to herself.
"Lena?" she asks softly. "Still there?"
No answer comes, but when Kara increases the volume on her phone, she can hear the steady inhale and exhale of sleep. Kara listens for a few heartbeats more.
"Sweet dreams, Lena."
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AN: Source for tarot reading
Transcript under the cut
Morgan: Ever done this before?
Nancy: Canât say that I have.
Morgan: Are you as put off about this as that other bible thumper?
Nancy: [rolls eyes] Weâre not all the same. Iâm more than my faith.
Morgan: I donât doubt that. Iâm sure thereâs many layers to you. Where are you from?
Nancy: Brindleton Bay.
Morgan: Really, Iâm from Portridge, a small town south of the Bay. Originally.
Nancy: Yeah? So, how did you end up a Fyres?
Morgan: Great question. My mom was his secretary. Super scandalous shit, which would explain while the Royal Barbie hates my guts. Heâs not a bad step dad though. Hell of lot better than my actual dad. So, your parents-
Nancy: Isnât the probing developing a bias or something?
Morgan: Just a little small talk. So, is there a question you want answered? Perhaps, a question about your past, your present or your future?
Nancy: I-
Nancy Narrates: [I want to get forget my past. I want to survive my present. I want to escape my future. Could there really be an answer for all that in those cards]
Nancy: I donât know...
Morgan: Thatâs ok. You intention will guide us.
Morgan: Pick three cards that call to you. Based on the three, we will see what the cards have to say about your past, present and future.
Nancy: And you believe in this?
Morgan: We believe what we believe in, right? You have your three?
Nancy: I think so..
Morgan: Letâs take a look.
Morgan: Your pastâthe Upright Fool. Innocence. Curorsity. Something new and excitingâperhaps a first love in your youth that swept you off your feet?
Nancy Narrates: [Already I hated this...]
Morgan: Your present- the Reversed Star. Insecurity. Self doubt. A loss of faith. Interesting. Perhaps a struggle with oneâs own faith? Are you having any doubts, Nancy? About yourself? About your God?
Morgan: Your future- the Upright Devil. Lust. Obsession. Temptation. Could be for the material things of life, or maybe a desire of the flesh.
Nancy: [clears throat] That all seems incredibly vague.
Morgan: [grins] Does it? Your poker face could use some work. Let me ask you something. Who exactly did I remind you of? Someone from your past?
Morgan: Your silence is very telling. I have a real gift for reading people.
Nancy: Iâm sure you believe you do.
Morgan: [laughs] I really do!
Morgan: Tightly wound, fidgeter. You bite the hell out of your nails, right at the skin on the tips of your fingers, unconsciously. You pick at it until it bleeds. Itâs the only thing thatâs keeping you tethered to your own body. The pain, that is.
Morgan: Right?
Geoffrey: You made it! And making friends! Sorry, am I interrupting girl talk?
Morgan: Itâs cool, boy wonder. Want me to do your reading?
Geoffrey: Are you kidding? Of course I do!
Nancy: Actually, I think I want to g-
Geoffrey: Really quick, Nance, then Iâll walk you to your dorm!
Geoffrey: Upright Death for my future sounds kind of scary when you think about it, huh? She said it could mean profound change. Sounds promising.
Nancy: [tsks] That could mean literally anything. That whole practice strives on vagueness. You can never be wrong if youâre bound to be right.
Geoffrey: Yeah, but itâs about how you perceive it, right? Itâs unique. She did yours, didnât she? What did yours say?
Nancy: Yeah, I um, donât remember.
Geoffrey: Maybe you can ask her again. You two seem to hit it off.
Nancy: [huffs] Please. I am not going back to that shabby bar. Sheâs a sham. Those cards mean nothing. Itâs stupid.
Geoffrey: [sighs]
Nancy: What?
Geoffrey: [blows raspberries]
Nancy Narrates: [Truth was, I was more curious than anything]
Nancy: So. Those cards. Could they...I donât know- tell me something that could happen in a week? Like if I asked if Iâll pass my Statistics exam?
Nancy Narrates: [I was completely captivated by this otherworldly experience, whether Iâd admit it outloud or not]
Nancy Narrates: [and Morgan was always happy to indulge me]
Nancy: [whispers] So I past my exam. How does this even work? I mean, how could they know? The cards. Could you do another reading after the debate?
Nancy Narrates: [But of all the questions I did ask, there was one that burned inside me more]
[heavy metal spills into the hallway]
Morgan: [startled] Nancy?
Nancy: Is this a bad time? I know itâs late...I can come back another time. I just have so much on my mind and I canât sleep.
Morgan: You want another reading?
Nancy: Is that ok?
Morgan: Of course it is, Nancy. Come in.
Morgan: Sorry for all the smoke. I can open a window.
Knox: Babe, whoâs this? Itâs not my birthday.
Morgan: [smirks] Want me to get rid of him? I can.
Knox: Hey! Iâll be quiet! Wonât even know Iâm here.
Nancy: I donât mind. I just had a question.
Nancy: Could you do a reading for someone else, even if theyâre not here?
Morgan: [hums] Not really...not without their permission or their intention. Who is this person to you?
Nancy: [looks away] Someone from my past. Someone I need to forget but- I canât.
Morgan: Did this person hurt you?
Nancy: [shakes head] If anything, I hurt them. I ruined them with my... [lowly] um, perversions. I just need to know if theyâre ok. If they hate me for it.
Morgan: [softly] I see... Hereâs what weâll do. Just like before, Iâll do a three card spread.
Morgan: Set your intention. Clear your mind. Ask your question. The first card is âyouâ. The middle card is âthemâ. The third card is the relationship.
Nancy Narrates: [âVanessa, do you hate me?â âDo you blame me?â âDo you regret loving me?â âDo you know that I never stopped loving you?â]
Nancy Narrates: [âDo you know that Iâm sorry?â âDo you know that I miss you?â âDo you know that I need you?â]
Morgan: [exhales] It says... that you are a filled with love, Nancy, even though the world around you wants to drain you of it. Thereâs just too much of it inside of you and your friend-
Nancy: [weakly] Vanessa.
Morgan: [smiles] Vanessa. She loves you all the same. She may be experiencing her own hurt in this world, but having loved you keeps her strong. You two brought something bright and beautiful into each otherâs lives.
Morgan: You canât rid her from your life, because sheâs apart of you, and...I- I think thatâs a love worth fighting for, Nancy.
Nancy: [between gulps] Right. Right, thank you. Thanks, Morgan.
Morgan: Wait, Nancy, you donât have to leave. Itâs ok-
Nancy: Itâs fine. I uh- I should go.
[door clicks shut]
Knox: Uhh, did you just make all that up?
Morgan: [weakly] I donât know why I did that..
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It's Always The Drummer
Pairing: Drummer!Kate Bishop x Fan!Reader
Word Count: 2799
Warnings: Smut, Kate is a charming, Drumsticks being used for penetration, Service Top! Kate, Kate definitely cums just from getting R off, A bit of Beefy Kate.
A/n: As the last few fics I have to thank @wandamaximoffsbadgirl for helping with this. We have been doing this really fun back and forth were we right the fic together. It's super fun and can be surprising when one writes a something you weren't expecting. As for the fic I just had the idea pop into my head randomly while playing some Fortnite. Please enjoy đ
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You can't believe that your all-time favorite band is coming to town. You stayed up all night just to get tickets. Sadly, you weren't able to get VIP tickets due to how expensive they are, but you knew if you got here early enough, you could maybe get front row. Your friends stand around you as you all talk about the band. Most of them are obsessed with either the lead singer Natasha, the guitarist Wanda, or bassist Yelena. You, on the other hand, have a big crush on the drummer Kate.Â
Kate was perfect on drums, and gods, the smirk on her face when she was performing, made you feel something. You had picked out an amazing outfit. You knew Kate's favorite color was purple, so you went with purple and black. Looking yourself over with all your friends beside you. You'd get to see her up close, you just knew it!
You hear some laughter that sounds familiar from behind you. You turn around and spot her. There she is, Kate Bishop in the flesh. Laughing with Wanda, Nat, and Yelena. You can't help as you start to smack the arm of your friend next to you without even taking your eyes off the women. You knew they'd be doing all the VIP stuff soon, but your friend murmurs. âoww Y/n/n.â As they walk by everyone is freaking out when Natasha calls out. âEach of us will be picking one person to be upgraded to VIP!â And of course everyone is freaking out and hoping to be picked.
You internally start to panic. There is no way you'll get picked. The women walk down the line, but as you watch Kate, her eyes seem to keep flicking towards you. You're pretty sure you're just seeing things, but it gives you hope. Of course, you would take any of them picking you, but if Kate did, you might just die.Â
The girls go and pick theirs. Natasha first, then Wanda, and then Yelena. Kate was last. None of your friends had been picked, but then it happened. Kate holds out her hand at you. âCare to join me?â You could die happy right now as you place your hand in yours. Forgetting all about your friends. She pulls you along, and as you round the corner around the building, she wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you into her side. You can't help the audible gasp that escapes you, and you don't miss the smirk on her face. Your heart races with excitement and fear. You can't believe this is happening.Â
Kate leans in and whispers in your ear. âYou're very beautiful, you know.â A blush covers your cheeks. âN-Not as beautiful as you-you are.â You stutter. She lets out a melodic laugh at your stuttering. âNo need to be nervous.â Her grip tightens on you. âWe're gonna have some fun, okay beautiful?â You nod, which has Kate raising a brow at you. She holds the door open for you to let you into the band's entrance. âI need words princess.â You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. âYes, um yeah of course.â You curse yourself for how stupid you sound. âMy nameâs Kate but I'm assuming you already know that.â Her confidence has your knees weak. âY/n.â You tell her which causes her to smile. âY/n I like the sound of that. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.â
Kate's words have you blushing as she brings you to a room with her name on it. The opening to reveal what was a place for Kate to get ready, but there was something that was off and caught your eye. A bed. âU-um what's that for? Don't you guys just um like get ready in here?â Kate chuckles. âI like to take naps before the shows... along with some other activities.â She throws you a wink.Â
This is amazing, and you hate to admit the fact you would let Kate do anything, but something nags at the back of your mind. âDo you do this a lot?â She looks at you. âDo what?â She asks and you can't tell if she's serious or not. âBring...um bring girls here?â You can't look at her, but you hear a chuckle. âWe each pick someone out, but usually I have no interest in anyone, but since the others do it. I do too, butâŠâ She picks your chin up gently. âYou caught my eye tonight. I know you saw me looking pretty girl.â
You're as red as a tomato and she can tell how nervous you are. âPrincess we don't have to do anything you don't want to. I will bring girls back because of the others but I don't actually do anything with them. But you seem different... special.â Kate gives you a genuine smile. âI...umâŠâ You feel your head spin and you feel like you're on fire. âI really um.â She leans over and cups your cheeks, whispering in your ear. âJust a yes or no is fine princess. You don't have to explain yourself.â She tells you. âYes.â You breathe out.Â
Kate smiles, pulling you closer by your hips. She leans in, pressing her lips to yours. You melt into her as you kiss her back. Her fingers dig into your hips. âSo beautiful.â She mumbles against your lips. A whine escapes your lips. This is all you've ever wanted since you found out about this band and saw Kate. You never thought you'd be here, and you find yourself chasing her lips. For a moment you wonder if she's lying and she does this all the time, but you don't care. You'll show her the best time she's ever had.
Kate picks you up easily, and you wrap your legs around her waist. She carries you to the bed, laying you down as she hovers over you. âYou're so beautiful under me. I could get used to this.â You nod. âMe too.â You pull her down and kiss her again. The kisses get heated as she rolls her hips against you, and you moan out. âFuck...KateâŠâ You desperately try to pull her closer. âMmm need you.â She starts stripping both of you down and you feel like it couldn't be fast enough. You pull at her shirt. âPlease.â You whine wanting her to go faster. âPatience princess.â You whine louder. She grips your hips tighter. âAre you going to be a good girl for me?â She asks and you let out another whine. âWords princess.â She grips your face, your eyes dilating.Â
âI'll be good, please I need this. Need you Kate please.â Your words come out fast. âGood girl.â A blush rises to your cheeks at her words. She leans up and pulls her shirt off. You can't help but drool at the site. She obviously had super toned arms from being a drummer, but what you hadn't expected was how perfect her abs were. Before you even realize it, you've reached out and lightly touched them.Â
âLike what you see beautiful?â Kate leans down and kisses you, barely giving you time to squeak out a yes. Her tongue pushes past your lips, moving together and letting her take the lead. Her tongue explores your mouth, which only causes you to moan. She gladly swallows your sounds.Â
When Kate pulls away, you can't help but chase after her lips as a soft whine escapes you. She is already loving the sounds coming out of you and can't wait to see what else she can pull out.Â
Kate gets you undressed, running her hands over your body, admiring every bit of you. She gets up for a moment to finish undressing herself. You hadn't even noticed until now as she pulls them out. Her famous light up drumsticks were tucked into her back pocket.Â
You've seen them all over social media over the years, but your focus is always divided between them and the fingers that twirl them around. âOh wowâŠâ it comes out breathy, and Kate smirks when she notices. âOh, do you like my drum sticks? I had them custom-made.â She holds them put towards you. âY-yeah, I always see them in videos.â You mumble slightly embarrassed. She chuckles as an idea pops in her head. âPrincess, do you trust me?â You nod faster than you should. You seriously only met the girl, but everything seems so right.
Kate smirks, taking back the sticks and having you lay back. âJust tell me if it hurts and I'll stop, okay?âShe just wants to make sure you are comfortable and that she doesnât hurt you. âMhmm yes.â She takes one of the sticks and slowly pushes it inside of you. A moan coming out as you tip your head back at the feeling. It's a new sensation compared to what you've taken before. It's not thick but it's so long. You can hear Kate panting slightly above you as she watches her stick disappear inside of you. She didn't expect to find it so hot, but watching how your greedy cunt just sucks it in has her blinded with pleasure.Â
âFuck princess you're so hot. Look at you taking me so nicely like that. Do you think you can take both?â Kate asks, looking at you with darkened eyes. âI-I can try...mmm please? W-wanna try Kate.â She pulls the stick all the way out which causes a whine to escape you. Your walls clench around nothing as you feel empty now.Â
Kate presses the tips of both sticks at your entrance before letting them slowly sink in. âF-fuck!â You gasp at the stretch. âThat's a good girlâŠâ Kate bites her lip and the way she's moving, the sounds she's making you'd swear she was getting off as much as you were from this. The sticks hit the deepest part of you, as you arch up into them. âFuck...f-feels so good Kate...mmm.â She picks up the pace as she plunges the sticks over and over again into your greedy hole. One of your hands reaching out and reaching around her biceps. You can feel it flex with every thrust.Â
âK-Kate...Katie cumming...I'm gonna..ah.â Kate looks up at you, face all flushed. âMe too princess go on. Cum all over my drum sticks.â Her voice is so deep and husky as you feel the coil tighten inside of you. You feel her tremble, and her muscles flex as she groans out.
Your nails dig into her biceps as your back arches off the bed. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as the tips of the drumsticks hit that spot deep inside you. You fall over the edge, coating her sticks and fingers in your juices. You hear her moan loudly as you're pretty sure she just came from getting you off.Â
Kate slows down before coming to a stop. Pulling them out and admiring them covered in your slick. As you come back down from the high you catch her staring at them making you blush. She smirks as she notices you staring at her. You're both still slightly panting. âFuck princess you're so perfect under me.â The blush deepens as you whimper. âW-well, you're perfect above me.â She smirks and leans down to give you another kiss when there's a knock at the door, making you jump. âBusy!â Kate yells to whoever knocked on the door. âKate, we have to meet VIPs in 5.â You heard Yelena call through the door.âNo problem, Lena, we'll be there.â Kate yells back. âW-we.â You stutter out. She smiles down at you and holds out her hand. âI'm not letting you go that easy princess.â You don't know if you could get any redder, but you're pretty sure your face is as red as a tomato now.Â
Kate pulls you up with her and helps you get dressed before dressing herself. Both of you making sure that your looks don't scream we just fucked in the dressing room. You two manage to join the VIPs, getting treated just like one with all the special little bits that came along with it. You guys got a special spot on the side of the stage and you weren't even upset about your friends not being with you. How could you be when you got to be with Kate Fucking Bishop and get the VIP upgrade for free?
As the opening band plays, Kate comes up behind you and pulls you back to where the other VIPs don't notice her standing there with you. Luckily, it's dark enough. She wraps her arms around your waist behind swaying with you to the music and enjoying the opening band with you. Â
Kate kisses your neck, which has you gasping. âEnjoying the show, princess?â She whispers in your ear, and you nod in response, which makes her smile. âI'm gonna enjoy it more once you get on stage.â You look back and up at her, kissing her jawline. âYou better not take your eyes off me.â Kate says in your ear. âI wouldn't dream of it Katie.â You smile and kiss her as the opening band gets ready to play their last song. She pulls away leaving you chasing her, but she has to go and so you watch her disappear once more.
The opening band finishes up their set and heads off, high fiving all of the VIPs as they pass by. It takes a few minutes as the sets are all changed. The anticipation rising within you. The crowd starts to go crazy as they get the first glance of the band waiting to come out. Natahsa is the first one out with a loud roar from the crowd. Wanda follows, and the Yelena. Last is Kate. She struts onto the stage, catching your eye as she winks at you before she turns around and does a backflip on stage. The crowd went absolutely nuts at this. You can tell she is just showing off to impress you. Â
You smile, a little chuckle coming out of you as you shake your head at her. Kate sits herself down at her drums. Pulling out the sticks she just used on you making your face flush. You notice how the sticks glisten in the light more than normal. You can't help the gasp that escapes your lips. Kate smirks at you as she notices your reaction. The realization that dawns on you in that moment. She licks over the stick, staring you down. Watching your reaction intently. You feel yourself clench around nothing but you remember the sensation of the drumsticks inside of you. A pool of wetness is between your thighs once more. She gives you a wink as she starts off the set. She is absolutely going to be the death of you, but you couldn't ask for anything more.
The sets goes on, and you can't believe the night you're having. The spot is amazing and the fact you actually got fucked by your celebrity crush has your head spinning and your pinching yourself. The show is everything you could have asked for. The night was everything and more. Even if it turns out to be a one-time thing you'd get to tell your friends you fucked Kate Bishop.Â
The show came to an end with an amazing encore. As the band exits the stage on the other side, Kate does the opposite. She comes right up to you, grabbing you by the hips and kissing you. She doesn't care who sees, but you can hear the gasp around you and some cheering from afar. âI'm sorry I just couldn't help myself.â Kate pulls back a little and leans her forehead against yours.Â
Though you were taken by surprise at the drummer's forwardness, you wrapped your arms around her shoulders and smiled. âYou did amazing Katie.â You tell her before kissing again. You can see the flashes of people's phones going off at the two of you as you bury your face against her. Not used to this at all. She chuckles, wrapping her arms around you fully and lifting you up in her arms. You instinctively wrap your legs around her waist. âLet me take you on a real date princess.â She says as she walks you back towards the dressing room. You nod into her neck, and she kisses the side of your head. âAnd maybe it will just have to be a breakfast date.â Her voice gets low and sultry, which has you shuddering.Â
You're excited about where this could lead. In a sea full of beautiful women, Kate chose you, and maybe she will always pick you.
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Online matchup 11
Summery: Jason said he was going to be out of town, but that doesnât stop Red Hood from checking in once in a while. But there are more pressing matters Y/n is dealing with, and Y/n has live with what they learned and theyâre not sure how to handle it.
Warning: fluff I think, swearing, reader is having a crisis anyways. So is Jason.
A/N: Iâm trying to get my rhythm back after everything went to shit, so I am starting with a new chapter of this. Hope you like it, itâs the only thing I finished before everything happened with my mother-in-law. And donât worry, I still plan on posting the other ficus I promised, Iâm just trying not to overwhelm myself. Also, this was 100% inspired the new arc of Batman: Wayne Family Adventures on webtoon
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Taglist: @teapartydreams @adorabluesposts
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March 14
Roy
So
How goes it with Jason?
Y/n
Why?
Why do you have the need to keep my number?
Roy
Because one day we will meet, and we will have to be friends
Y/n
Because of Jason?
Roy
Because of Jason
But this way, we can get ahead of the game
And I donât have to pretend to like you for I will already like you when that day comes
Y/n
Youâre so weird
Roy
Yeah but arenât we all a little weird in our own way?
Y/n
I guess
Roy
So?
Answer my question
Y/n
So demanding
Just ask Jason
He is your friend
Roy
Yeah, but he doesnât like talking about personal things while working
Y/n
So youâre going to get information from me?
What makes you think Iâll answer?
Roy
I could always ask Conner
Y/n
Why would he know about my relationship?
Roy
Heâs dating your sister
And he is friends with with Tim
Y/n
Damn
Youâre right
Roy
Always am
Y/n
Mm, I donât think so
But things with Jason is good
Weâve aired out our worries and continue to see each other regularly
Roy
Good
Y/n
Whyâd that feel threatening?
Y/n
Your friend Roy is something else
Jason
What?
When the fuck did you meet Roy?
Y/n
Um
Technically I havenât physically met him
But Conner made a group chat the other week and he was in it?
And now he has taken to texting me
Itâs wild
Jason
This was not how I wanted the two of you to meet
Y/n
It is what it is
My mom always said I needed more friends
Jason
I doubt this is how she wanted that to happen
Y/n
It is what it is
Donât be too mad
Jason
Iâm not
You guys were bound to meet eventually
Just not like this
Y/n
Yeah but thatâs okay
I kind of like Roy
Though sometimes it feels like heâs threatening me when he talks
But other then that heâs okay
Jason
Nice to know that you have other options in the dating world if this doesnât work out
Y/n
Okay I wouldnât go that far
Heâs nice and all
But Iâm not the type of person to go after my exâs best friend
Jason
Iâm just saying
Y/n
So am I
Jason
I mean, thereâs always Red Hood you could go after
Y/n
I have many regrets
And telling you my crush on him is the biggest one
Jason
I think itâs cute
Y/n
I think itâs unattainable
Jason
Mm
Maybe, maybe not
Y/n
Whatâs that suppose to mean?
Jason
Nothing you need to worry about
Y/n
Okay, well now Iâm worried
Jason
Mm, well thatâs to bad
On an unrelated note,
I might be a little distant for a bit
Got stuff I need to work on
So our dinner date has to be on pause till I get back.
Y/n
We had a dinner date?
Jason
I love how thatâs your takeaway from that
Y/n
Well I mean
I feel like thatâs something I would remember
Jason
...
I didnât ask you, did I?
Y/n
That seems to be the case
Jason
Well, I guess Iâll have to ask you when I get back
Y/n
What?
Booo
**
Thereâs a thump outside your window that has you looking up from your book. You freeze, waiting for something to happen. When nothing happens, you go back to your book.
Before you can focus on the words, you hear something from beyond your window. Head snapping to it, you narrow your eyes as if you could see through it.
When the sounds kept coming, so did your curiosity. Sighing, you set the book down and pushed your blankets as you got off the bed to investigate.
Drawing the curtains open, you come face to face with someone you thought you'd never see again. You blinked a few times to see if you were seeing things. But you weren't and it was Red Hood that sat on your fire escape.
Opening your window, you leaned out to see what he was doing better. He wasn't injured but he was heaving. Like he was running from something.
"Come here often?" you asked once your assessment was done. You watched in amusement as he jumped slightly, hand hovering over his holster as he turned around
âWhy are you awake so late at night?" he asked instead. You shrugged and rested your chin on your hand.
"Wasn't tired," you answered, eyes straying down to the streets below when you heard shouts. "So, I thought you usually fight thugs. You don't seem to be the hiding type."
Red Hood shrugged and relaxed, leaning back on the wall. "Don't really feel like fighting tonight. Figured Batman can have this one.â
"I thought you hated him," you said, surprised.
"Love hate relationship I guess."
Silence fell as you watched the Gotham night bustle with life, enjoying the sounds. "You hungry or something?" you asked, and could see the hesitation when he realized that he'd have to remove the helmet. "I can turn my back if youâre more comfortable with that," you suggested. At his nod, you stood and beelined to the kitchen. Once the food was plated and warmed, you grabbed a water bottle and walked back.
"It isn't much, but at least it's something,â you said as you handed the food over. He granted and you turned around. Sitting on the floor back leaning against the window. You heard the click and hiss coming from behind. Though you were curious to see what his face looked like, you promised not to peak.
"So, do you feed everyone who stops on your fire escape or am I just special?" he asked around a mouthful of food. Your checks warmed and was very glad that he couldn't see.
"Only the ones I like,â you teased.
"That implies you have visitors," he pointed out.
"And if I do?â
"Then you should be worried." You snorted, hugging your knees to your chest.
"I'm on the sixth floor. I don't know who would come to my window.â
âDidn't stop me.â
"Guess youâre just special."
"So, should I be worried once your boyfriend gets home?" Red Hood asked when there was a lull in the conversation. You hummed and rested your chin on your knees
"I don't think so,â you answered, "I live alone."
"So no boyfriend? Or girlfriend?"
"No girlfriend," you confirmed, "I'm not sure if he's my boyfriend.â
Jason's heart leapt in his chest, and he rubbed his chest with nerves. "Sounds complicated."
"Not complicated,â you hummed, "I mean, I would like to call him my boyfriend but we've been talking and we've been on a couple of dates. But we haven't talked about what we are. Which is fine, I don't need a label to tell me how I feel about him."
"How do you feel about him?" he asked when you trailed off.
"I really really like him. And I trust him a lot too, and I could see myself falling in love with him. I just need to trust myself, you know? I'm just afraid to fuck it up with him. Like, I have his heart in my hands and I'm afraid l'Il break it. His been through so much and I don't want to be added on to list of how I fucked it up."
Jason's heart went out to you, and could understand where you were coming from. He is on the same boat as you.
"Sounds like this is a conversation you need to have with him," he said, voice a little rough. He cleared his throat and you nodded. "Not with some vigilante." You let out a wet laugh, and wiped your eyes when you realized you were crying.
âYeah, guess you're right," you said. "Sorry for putting that all on you. You might have some relationship problems of your own."
"I wouldn't say that," he muttered, and you could hear movement from behind you. Once you heard the familiar click, you moved to sit on your knees and turned around, leaning your forearms on the window sill. "Thanks for the food.â
"Wasn't much but thanks for listening to a random cizitians worries.â
âIt's what we do," he said, getting a genuine laugh from you and Jason smiled.
One of his favourite sounds and he'll never get tired of it. He gave you a two finger salute and ran down the stairs.
You stood up and watched as he disappeared. You bit your lip to keep from smiling and leaned out the window to grab the dishes. He was an interesting person, you had to admit
And if you meet him again well you wouldn't be opposed to that.
And meet him you did.
Three days later, you're in your room finishing some homework when you hear a thud outside your window. Setting your books aside, you crawl off your bed and towards your window. You opened your window with a smile. âOne would think you're here to- holy shit! Are you okay?" you exclaimed when you saw his bleeding arm.
Red Hood looked up and you could feel the scowl behind his helmet. "Are you ever sleeping?"
"Do you ever not get hurt while being a hero?" you shot back. He bristled and nodded in satisfaction when he didnât respond. âAre you okay though? That looks like it hurts.â
âFine,â he grunted, âjust a graze.â
âJust a graze,â he says while bleeding,â you mocked, giving him a look. "You've been shot at, forgive me if I don't believe you.â
"Believe what you like. I don't care."
"Well someone's grumpy," you said and opened the way. âCome, letâs get that fixed before you bleed to death.â
âAre you always this sarcastic?" he asked, but didn't move. You stepped back and put your hands on your hips and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't bite," you answered, and quirked your lip. "Unless asked."
"I'll take that as a yes," he said with a laugh. Shaking his head, he ducked through the window with a groan. "You don't strike me as someone who invites people over,â he said, looking around the room as he followed you.
âI'm not, this is just repaying you for saving my life a couple of months ago." You gestured towards the chair as you went to the bathroom. "Have a seat. I'll be back.â After rummaging through your bathroom, you found the first aid kit and came back to find Red Hood sitting with his jacket off.
You pulled a chair closer to him, and set the kit down before opening it. "Itâs going to sting a bit," you warned, and he only grunted. "Okay then," you said and started cleaning the bullet wound. "Good news, you don't need stitches."
"Bad news?" he asked and you startled, not expecting him to say anything.
"It might scar but I doubt it."
âWhatâs one more scar?â he questioned and you eyed him after you taped the gauze. âWhat?â
âNothing,â you said, averting your gaze back to his arm. You rolled down his sleeve, only to give your hands something to do. âHurt anywhere else?â
âNah, that was the best of it,â he said and crossed his arms. âAre you a nurse or something?â
âOr something,â you answered. Youâre unsure how you know, but you know that heâs giving you a flat look. âEngineer student,â you said with a little wave. âI happen to get injuries a lot, and instead of going to the doctors, I learned to treat myself properly. Itâs come in handy a few times.â
âSo you know how to do stitches?â
You shook your head and leaned back into the chair. âIn theory, sure. But Iâve never had to do them. Iâve always gone to the doctors if I need them.â
âGuess I could be your practice dummy,â he mused and you leaned over slightly to poke his side.
âDonât even think about it,â you said, poking him again. To which he slapped your hand away. âIâm not going to be responsible for scaring Red Hood even more.â
âI think if it came from you, I think I wouldnât mind.â
Flushing, you turned away from him and sniffed. âWell regardless, this is a one time thing. Donât expect it to happen again.â
Except it did.
Over the course of the week, Red Hood would come by unexpectedly. Whether to hide out from his partners, or in need of a nurse that he felt safe coming to you or simply to talk to someone.
And each night you sat in your room, waiting. It was never the same time but always early enough that you wouldnât be going to sleep late. Despite your messed up sleep schedule, Red Hood was determined to fix it.
And every night, your feelings grew a little more. But you never acted on them, your heart belonged to Jason, even if you hadnât realized it yet.
March 22
Y/n (10:20 am)
So you know that crush I have on red hood?
Ellie
The one that you squashed after falling for Jason?
Yes I remember
Y/n
It came back full force
I think Iâm in love
Ellie
Y/n I swear
Itâll go away eventually
And how?
Youâve never met him
Y/n
Iâve met him twice
Ellie
The only time youâll meet a hero or whatever is if one youâre a criminal or two you need help
And I doubt itâs the first one
Y/n
Hey!
I can be a criminal if I wanted too
Ellie
Yeah but your too nice and in love to be one
Y/n
Touché
Anyways, Iâve meet him and the second time weâve talked
Heâs nice
Ellie
You can not fall for people who are nice y/n
Thatâs how you get hurt
Y/n
What about Jason?
Ellie
I think heâs different
The both of you have been hurt too many times and you both know that
So youâre taking the time to get to know each othere
Y/n
Whenâd you get so wise?
Ellie
Someone had to when you moved out
Y/n
Listen here you little shit
Ellie
Iâm listening
Y/n
Asshole
Ellie
You know what would be funny?
If Jason turned out to be Red Hood
Ha! You fell for the same dude twice
Y/n
Why would you say that?
ELLIE
WHY
WHY
WOULD
YOU
SAY
THAT
Ellie
Itâs a JOKE
Y/n
IT'S NOT A VERY FUNNY ONE
IT'S LIKE SAYING CONNER IS SUPERBOY
Conner (1:30 pm)
WHY WOULD YOU TELL ELLIE IM SUPERBOY
Y/n
It was a JOKE
Itâs not like you actually are
Conner
âŠ
Y/n
ARE YOU ACTUALLY
Conner
NO
Y/n
Holy shit
It was suppose to be a joke
Conner
NOT A REALLY FUNNY ONE
Y/N
You donât say
Conner
Whyâd you even say it anyways?
Y/n
She started it
Telling me that Jason could be red hood
And that I fell for him twice
Which is insane
Conner
Absolutely insane
Doesnât have a reason to be him anyways
I mean RH is mean and not really a hero, you know?
Who shoots at people and almost kills them?
That's not Jason at all
Jasonâs sweet and caring and the total opposite of RH
Y/n
âŠ
Iâm telling Jason you think heâs sweet and caring
Conner
I can see why he likes you
Youâre both the same
Y/n
Sweet and caring?
Conner
Go away
Y/n
Nah
Your dating my sister
Your stuck with me forever
Conner
Or until we break up
Y/n
True
But then you'll die :)
Conner
somehow, that smiley face makes it worst
Y/n
:)
You hated your sister. Like sure, you love her and any given time you wouldn't mind talking to her. But at this moment while you were pacing your room. You really hated your sister.
You know what would be funny? . If Jason turned out to be Red Hood. Ha! You fell for the same dude twice.
You couldn't stop thinking about her words, and your curiosity ran too deep for you to leave it alone. You opened your laptop ready to go snooping on Batman's computer but you stopped yourself and started pacing.
"If Jason wanted me to know, heâd tell me, right?" you asked out loud. "But then again, he wouldn't tell me because he isn't Red Hood." Turning, you walked back, hands moving in front of you.
"But then again, if he was him then he had good reasons for not telling me." Turn, walk. "But if it is him, does that mean the whole family's a hero family?" you questioned and groaned. "Oh! That would make sense. All those nights helping his brothers with something.â
Turn, walk. âIt would be so embarrassing if he was. All the things I said to Red Hood about Jason. And vide versa,â you said in realization. You stopped walking and covered your face with your hands. âThe conversation I should have had with Jason instead of Red Hood. Plus I told him I had a crush on Red Hood! Oh no!
âAnd if he is actually Red Hood, it would be an invasion of privacy if I look into it.â
You stared at your laptop as you chewed your lip in thought. "Fuck it," you said, and dived onto the bed. Moving your laptop to your lap, you began typing away praying that Batman doesn't notice your presence.
Once entering the back door you created, you began your search. It didn't take long to find what you were looking for and you spent the next twenty minutes reading everything Batman had on Red Hood
You closed your computer and fell back onto your bed, covered your face with your hands in defeat. Why? Why couldn't you leave well enough alone? Why did you have to let your curiosity run wild? And why did you have to listen to your sister? Questions you didn't know the answers to, and none were important. There was only one that needed an answer.
What are you going to do now that you know the truth?
You couldn't talk to anyone about it, and the one person you could, doesnât know that you know.
Sitting back down, you opened your laptop with the intention of getting rid of the backdoor to Batman's computer. Just as you were deleting it, something caught your attention.
Still not knowing better, you followed it and covered your mouth in shock.
The Joker was out, and he was on the hunt.
Y/n (2:23 am)
I hope your doing okay
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I notice how (most of) the fandom likes to pin Mirabel as motherly but...Camilo's right there. I can see him getting strict when he needs to be or blurts out the right advice at the right time...which literally shocks everyone when he does but still. In other words, he's the "mom/dad" friend that everybody needs at the right time.
He takes care of kids all day + Is a natural caretaker like Julieta is. We don't know much of his personality other than "mischievous" but taking care of kids from an early age can surely make someone responsible and mature overtime.
Mirabel isn't the town babysitter; she has her own things going on. And I know she loves kids and all, but she strikes more as an older sister/ "aunt who gives you the candy you aren't supposed to have" kind of gal than a motherly type. Don't get me wrong, I honestly think she's good with advice too, but Camilo comes in a close second.
Yet, there's literally a tag on ao3 that's "Mirabel Madrigal acting as Antonio Madrigal's parental figure" that belongs to 94 fics. It's not a lot but still.
I'm okay with it being an au and all, have your fun, but Camilo takes care of kids on a regular basis. Shouldn't he be the one that's seen as parental?
It would be funny to see the slacker get fed up with someone's antics and start scolding like a parent would. I'm sure when it happens it makes the person do a double take because it's not something he does often. Rarely even.
So, when it does happen, it's shocking.
It would be nice to have Camilo be painted as someone who is emotionally mature. Maybe not to the extent of Mirabel, but like I said, he takes care of children. That has to make someone emotionally mature to some extent.
It would be nice to see Camilo not painted as a jerk for once. Sure, he's incredibly blunt but not a jerk! And yes, he's a teen boy, he's going to feel emotions like one, but we SAW him giving tea to his mom when she was freaking out.
Not jerk teenager would do that unless they were forced too. Camilo isn't forced, he wants his mama to be calm so SHE can feel a little better. We can see that by the way he's talking to her.
It would be hilarious to see Camilo using a chancla on someone (maybe a bully who's harassing Mirabel) and ending it with-
"AND DON'T THINK YOUR PARENTS WON'T HEAR ABOUT THIS!"
Sorry for the rant, I didn't intend for it to get that long.
anon you are speaking my language!! Iâve talked about my dislike for parentified mirabel before so itâs nice to see Iâm not alone on that!
camilo definitely has a more nurturing side and we see it as early as the opening song! Whilst I wouldnât go as far to say he acts like a parent he definitely knows how to discipline children and is just naturally good at dealing with them! I would love to see more content that talks about how caring camilo is (I am sick of the jerk camilo thing heâs not heartless guys!) I can definitely see him as more experienced with kids than mirabel as heâs the babysitter sheâs more just the fun one who hangs around with them! itâs a very different dynamic as we donât really see mirabel necessarily looking after kids only entertaining them! As for your point on camilo being emotionally mature I would have to agree! the mothers wouldnât trust him with their kids if they thought he would be irresponsible! he definitely knows how to scold them even if itâs surprising when it happens! Iâm glad you mentioned the tea scene, as I think it shows a different side to camilo! he is caring and heâs good at comforting people! he isnât gonna try make a situation worse he cares about his mother and wants to assure her! and I hate when people use that scene against pepa too! it is normal to make your mother tea weirdos!!! I love that scene despite how brief it is and we see glimpses of that side of camilo in the comics too!
As for mirabel 100% agree! she definitely strikes me as someone the kids would view as the cool older best friend much more than a parental figure. They donât want to make her mad because in their eyes sheâs cool! sheâs fun and entertaining and they donât want to make her mad! itâs not the case of a parent where itâs they know theyâll get in trouble for it! thatâs partly what inspired my camp counselor au lmao! the fact mirabel is so good with kids in a way she makes them feel validated she doesnât reprimand them she is someone they view as a friend! The mirabel is antonios mother fic genre is one I completely avoid i love their relationship because she is so much more of an older sister figure to him! Iâve said before I donât like these fics so I tend to avoid them even if I donât really read fics anymore lmao!
but I agree with most of your points! camilo is always seen as the fun one whilst mirabel is the parental one when in canon itâs the other way around! thatâs not to say camilo isnât fun because he absolutely is but we see him actually babysitting we see mirabel just hanging out with kids for fun! what I really need to see is mirabel and camilo as a babysitting duo that would be so fun!! both of them are 15 and deserve to have fun!! let mirabel have fun!! I would love to see more stuff involving camilos nurturing side for sure though!
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pro: ran into a coworker at a bar last night who I donât really talk to usually (he works upstairs, I work downstairs) and we talked and im pretty sure we were highkey flirting and he bought me a drink and the bar merch shirt i was interested in and thanks to the power of alcohol i guess i asked for his number and he gladly gave it to me and. yeah
con: i have the second worst hangover i have ever had and have been fighting for my fucking life just to eat saltines
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trans girl complimented me on my mask and automata necklace at grocery store, 12 reincarnated 50 healed
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Also I canât figure out if my life genuinely does suck or Iâm just having an existential crisis because my period starts in approximately 48 hours
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Once again thinking about having a pen pal or a person to write letters to and send physical mail like ugh I want that so bad
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just had such a nice day oh my goodness u guys
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really feeling the fomo with those last two posts arent i why now i wonder
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Tough As NailsâSave A Horse, Ride A Cowboy
thinking about cowboy!simon riley⊠MDNI | part one |
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He had become a nuisance. A pest, a headache. Every single adjective you can think of to describe a pain in the ass he was.
Your father's ranch hand, whom he hired all of six months ago, had become something of a bother, an inconvenience to you. He was annoying and stubborn. Narrowed his eyes at you too often for your liking. Scoffed when you would correct him. And scolded you when you would have people on the property when your parents would leave townâeven going so far as to kick your guests off the property altogether.
But tonight would be different; it was the Fourth of July. You would happily throw your party in the barn your family owns, on the property they own. You weren't going to let him order you around tonight.
"What the hell is all of this?" Simon seethed, taking in the concrete floor covered in empty beer bottles and spilled grain. His booming voice caused some partygoers to straighten up, though no one dared to speak.
He clenched his jaw at the lack of cooperation. "Huh?" He paused, his fists clenching so hard they began to turn white.
"So, no one can speak?" He walked over to a guy sitting on a bale of hay, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him off the hay tossing him aside.
"Get the fuck off my hay." He gritted to the guy.
"Where is she?" All he could think about was the little pain in his ass who was responsible for this. The guy he pulled off the hay immediately pointed towards an old wooden outhouse away from the barn.
Simon rolled his eyes, sucking in a sharp breath. "If I come back and any of you are still here." He looked over everyone.
"I will not hesitate to shoot you for trespassing."
Safe to say, everyone in the barn scrambled out of the barn at that very second. Simon turned on his heels and stalked over to the outhouse, where he saw you leaning up against the outside with a guy's hands roaming your body, making out.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" You jumped at the sound of his voice, pushing the guy on you off your body.
"Simâ"
"Don't." He moved closer, standing directly in front of you, pointing his finger at you. "Don't Simon me."
"It's the Fourth of July, Simon. Lighten up."
"Do you realize your idiot friends spilled hundreds of dollars worth of grain and fucked with your dad's equipment?" All he had to do was glance at the guy just kissing you for him to go scurrying off.
"Shit, I shouldn't have left them alone. I wasn't thinking."Â You curse, looking up at him to meet his eyes.
"Ya, you're right."Â He stepped closer.
âYou don't think." He gritted out before continuing.
"You're impulsive. Reckless."
Your eyes widen at his words. Who does this guy think he is? "Don't forget you work for me."
He lets out a deep, dry chuckle. "Actually, I work for your dad."Â
"Whatever."Â You scoff as you take a step to walk past him.
"We are not done talking." He reaches out to grab your wrist; you swiftly turn your head to look up at him.
"I'm done listening to you."Â You grit out, eyes full of anger.
"Oh, is that it?"Â He scoffs out as you take a step away, only to trip over a wide hole in the ground, making both of you topple over, him falling on top of you. He's quick to plant a hand on the ground before, so his entire body weight isn't on you.
After you recognize the pain from the fall, you look up at Simon, who's on top of you, eyes boring into yours. Your pulse increases at the proximity, and your breath becomes more shallow.
His eyes blazed with fury, yours full of irritation. You can't help but glance at his lips, hovering not too far away from your own. This little action made him lose it. His self-control was already hanging on by a single thread, and the look you gave was what finally cut through. His lips crashed onto yours with such force that it took your air away.
It wasn't gentle or tender. It was desperation, months of built-up vexation. It was downright sinful.
You gasp once his lips meet yours but quickly return the sentiment. Your hands move to glide through his light hair, gently tugging on the roots, making him groan.
He yanks his cowboy hat off as he grips your waist to flip you so you are now on top of him, straddling his waist as he sits up.
"I thought you didn't like me."Â You smugly remark as he connects his lips to the side of your neck, and his hands start undoing buttons on your top.
"Like has nothing to do with this." He murmurs into your neck, lightly nipping at your sensitive skin, making you sigh.
"Keep telling yourself that, Cowboy." You jest, grabbing the back of his neck bringing him back up to your lips, already greedy for another taste of him.
He continues working on undoing your top buttons as his tongue collides with yours, and your teeth graze his own.
He cups your breast over the fabric of your bra as soon as he gets the buttons undone, making you whimper. His hand slips down to grip the fat of your ass as he leans in so his lips are lightly grazing your ear.
"You do it on purpose, don't you?"Â You could feel the roughness of his voice so close to your ear. You leaned into his lips grazing your ear.
"Do what?"Â You breathe out as his hand roams from your ass to the front of your belt, gently unclasping your belt buckle.
"You playin' dumb now?"Â He questioned, gently nipping at your ear lobe. The sensation made you let out a low moan before roughly grabbing his face and connecting your lips back to his.
He matched your hungry kiss, reciprocating an even hungrier one of his own as he tossed your belt off to the side and slid off your pitiful excuse for jean shorts down past your thighs.
He quickly undid his belt buckle and threw it off to the side, sliding his jeans down.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."Â You breathe out, reaching between the two of you to release him from the confines of his boxers.
His mouth went dry at your touch. "Do what exactly?"Â He choked out as you carefully pumped him up and down.
"Ride you."Â You casually said as you slipped your already-soaked thong to the side to accommodate him. He could have come at your words. He almost did, but a quick relay of the steps to clean an AR-15 suppressed the urge.Â
You grip him and slip him inside your dripping cunt, hissing at the contact. He grips your hips and gently sinks you lower, groaning as you grind into him.Â
He brought his face closer to plant deep, wet kisses on your lips before groaning into your mouth as you continued your movements. "Fuck. Just like that."Â
Your entire body erupted with goosebumps, and your nipples hardened at the sentiment. You grip his shoulders tightly, but before you pick up your pace, you hear a familiar truck pulling up to the gate of your family's ranch.
"Is thatâ"Â You begin before he thrusts into you, making you moan and throw your head back.
"So fuckin' sensitive."Â He leaned into your exposed neck and licked a strip up to your lips that were slightly parted.Â
"Better come quick, sweetheart."Â He pants, gently bouncing you up and down on his cock, fingers digging into the tender flesh on your hips.Â
"Wouldn't want your parents to see you riding me. Would you now?"Â You let out a pathetic whimper, bringing your hand down to swirl circles on your aching clit, while he wraps a strong arm around your waist to hold you in place as he drills himself into you.
Each thurst, each swirl of your finger, made you feel a sense of nirvana you didn't even know was possible to get to. It was pure bliss. That and his dirty tongue were spewing such filthy words that were making you wetter than you ever knew was possible.
"Tell me you're about to come becauseââ His pleading voice sends a final wave of heat through you.
"Fuck. Yes, I'm coming."Â You yelp, slipping your fingers through his hair and pulling on the light roots again. He silently curses as he comes, gripping you tighter and pressing your chest against his own.
By the time both of your orgasms subside, he silently and gently eases you up to assist you in pulling your thong and jean shorts back on. Then, he casually fixes his jeans and grabs his belt to put back on.
You glance at him, picking up his cowboy hat from the ground and carefully wiping off some dirt that had gotten on it. Though he doesn't slip it back on his head, as a shock to you, he places the hat on your head. It was a little big on you, so it fell a bit more in the front, slightly covering your eyes.
"Keep it.â He says, bending down to pick up your belt and buckle, gently slipping it around your waist and clasping it. He gently pats the buckle clasped in the front, then looks down at you before speaking.
"You earned it."
a/n: who the fuck even wrote this
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