Kels

twenty-five | enjoyer of many things | claire redfield enthusiast | i finna be in the pitt

[abbotcore]

mat’s face when jagger loses the puck lmao

[oldbaygoldfish]

homecoming

pairing: andrew “pope” cody x reader

content: pope and reader are in highschool | pope has a fat crush on reader | baz being his usual wacky self | bullying | angst with comfort | poor pope just wanted to impress you | happy ending

🟡 author’s note: this was inspired by that one unreleased ethel cain song that’s trending… i was going to make it completely angsty, but i had to give andrew a happy ending

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“…what the fuck is that for?” baz barked out, amused by the half-finished poster that sat in the middle of pope’s bedroom.

pope instinctively moved to hide it from his pestering step-brother, but it was too late as baz stepped in, swiftly grabbing the poster board from his grasp.

“will you go to…” baz began to read out aloud, “oh, pope, don’t tell me you’re planning on asking that girl to the dance…” he cooed condescendingly.

pope stiffened, his jaw clenched tightly as baz teased him. “put it down,” he mumbled, biting down the sense of humiliation that always followed after baz’s words.

“alright, alright… no need to get yourself worked up,” he scoffed, carelessly setting it down.

pope let out a relieved huff the second baz left the room, moving to lock his bedroom door before carefully smoothing out the creases that his brother left. he looked down at the poster, his eyes glazing over the colorful letters.

he had been planning to ask you to the homecoming dance for the past few weeks. he even strung julia into it, asking for her guidance and girlish opinion when it came to preparing his homecoming proposal.

sure, he felt incredibly out of place; even borderline foolish for attempting to craft something like this.

but he wanted to do it for you.

he wanted to be someone charming, someone who could impress you, similar to the male leads of the romcoms you adored watching. that reason alone was why pope spent the rest of his night locked away in his room as he finished up the poster, obsessively making sure that every detail was executed just as he planned.

you two had met in science class. your teacher had assigned you as lab partners for the semester at the beginning of the school year. initially, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment at not being paired with one of your friends, but pope had turned into a pleasant surprise. despite your peers warning you of pope’s unsettling demeanor, the two of you collaborated well, and eventually it gave way into an easy friendship. it was something that pope held protectively, especially when everyone seemed to prefer baz over him. besides you, there were only two other people in the school who would tolerate his company.

once the day to ask you to the dance finally arrived, he spent the whole class watching you with butterflies flooding his stomach. each time you’d flash him an easy smile or make eye contact with him, he’d feel the mix of nerves and anticipation worsen as the time ticked past.

the bell rung for the final time, dismissing students for the day. pope hurriedly rushed downstairs, his feet carrying him to his locker. “do you… would you want to go to the dance with me?” he muttered to himself, practicing the grand question as he opened his locker.

he reached for the poster and bouquet of crochet flowers he carefully prepared, before heading towards the lobby where he requested you to wait.

as he rounded the corner, he didn't see baz and his football friends waiting, grinning as they prepared to spring their trap. before pope could even take a step towards your direction, the group ambushed him, catching him completely off guard.

he felt his shirt become wet, drenched and slimy with a sharp, pungent smell.

“holy shit, i can’t believe you were actually planning to ask her,” baz scoffed, cracking up at the sight of pope holding the items.

the other guys followed suit, thinking his efforts were some kind of joke.

pope shifted slightly, his heart pounding out of his chest as he felt the halls close in on him.

he felt ridiculous and humiliated, the buzzing in his ears blocking out their continued remarks until something else hit the side of his face.

he looked down, realizing it was a discarded frog leg from the dissection earlier that day.

shit, how was he supposed to face you when he had animal guts splattered over him?

when the poster he had prepared now reeked of formalin?

would you laugh at him as well?

what if he accidentally embarrassed you by asking?

what if this entire time, you had been tolerating him out of sheer politeness?

“it’s bad enough she’s stuck with a nutjob like you. i heard mr. smith had to assign her as your partner because no one else wanted to volunteer,” one of them snickered.

pope couldn’t bear it anymore, quickly turning to rush away from the obnoxious bunch. his vision was too tunneled to realize that he had ran past you in the hall, your brows furrowed at the sight of his distress. he faintly heard you calling his name as he left the building, not realizing that you had picked up the discarded poster and flowers.

pope was thankful that the following day was saturday, at least then he’d be able to hide away from everyone, especially from baz.

he wanted to wring his brother’s neck for orchestrating something like that, but his embarrassment kept him cooped up in his room, not moving an inch even after craig and deran’s attempts to invite him to the skate park.

he only slipped out of the cody compound when he knew nobody would notice, his feet dragged as he walked to the cathedral, the only safe place that he had left. as he reached the entrance, his eyes spotted you seated on the steps.

he almost turned around and fled until he heard your voice, “andrew, wait!”

you were sweating slightly from waiting on the steps for hours, your hands holding onto the poster board and flowers.

“i knew you’d show up,” you sighed happily, flashing him a small smile.

he stiffened as you stopped right in front of him, awkwardly glancing around before his eyes uncomfortably settled on your face. he swallowed nervously, his mouth feeling incredibly dry as he watched you hold up the crochet bouquet.

“you… made these for me? to ask me to homecoming?” you asked.

he gave you a brief nod, his fingers drumming against the side of his thigh. “…it’s a gift. my sister told me that you’d like it,” he mumbled.

that earned him a wider smile from you, your eyes lighting up.

he cleared his throat, before replying, willing himself to speak a little louder. “i’m not going anymore,” he clarified, the sound of their teasing laughter still ringing in his ears. “you… you should go with someone else.”

“…well we don’t have to go to the school dance. we can just do our own thing,” you suggested. “i didn’t really wanna go anyways. it’s just gonna be a bunch of sweaty teenagers packed into the gym,” you shrugged.

pope’s brows furrowed, the thought of you choosing to spend time with him rather than attending a special event seemed out of reach.

“oh! how about the science museum? it’ll be open late if we go on a friday night…” you continued, rambling on and on about other potential options, other things that included you spending time with him.

pope quietly stared at you, his mind struggling to catch up with the sudden shift in reality. he had been ready to crawl into a hole and never come out, but now, you were standing right in front of him, casually pitching a night at the museum as if it were the most obvious choice in the world.

“the science museum?” he repeated, the tension slowly bleeding out of his shoulders.

“yeah! unless, you think looking at fossilized bones and learning about our solar system is too lame for a friday night?” you teased.

a tiny, reluctant smile tugged at the corner of pope’s lips. “i heard they’re also opening a new wing for exotic bugs and insects,” he informed.

“so… is that a yes?” you asked softly, leaning in slightly, your eyes searching his. “andrew, i never cared about the dance. i just wanted to go with you,” you added, sensing his hesitation.

the lingering sting of embarrassment finally vanished, replaced by something warmer, something steady fluttering in his chest. his drumming fingers went still against his leg. he looked down at the handmade gift in your hands, then back up at your face, realizing you meant every word.

“yeah,” he said, a shy, but genuine smile breaking across his face. “…i’d really like that.”

without thinking, you reached out and gently squeezed his wrist. “it’s a date, then.”

pope felt his cheeks heat up, but for the first time all week, he didn’t mind at all. “it’s a date,” he agreed.

[marvelladiesdaily]

Vanessa Kirby as Sue Storm/Invisible Woman Avengers: Doomsday (2026) dir. Anthony and Joe Russo

[satcrns]

it’s just a crush!

jason todd x fem!reader

synopsis: you have a crush on red hood and your best friend stephanie brown thinks it’s so funny. funny enough that she introduces you to her brother, jason todd.

word count: 1.9k | cw: reader almost gets mugged, this is also not super canon compliant - the batfamily are all happy and hang out together because that's what i want lol

note: i'm back! sorry i've been gone! took a little break from pitt fiction to write for my (second) favorite robin <3 i’ve been a jason stan for a while, but here i am finally throwing my writing into the ring, enjoy!

No matter how many times you told Stephanie that you didn’t have a crush on the Red Hood, she refused to believe you.

You’re sitting on your couch in your apartment, there’s some movie in the background and Steph is next to you. You’d thought she had fallen asleep, so you pulled out your phone. You were looking at a Red Hood updates page when she suddenly sprung up, ready to tease you about your crush again.

“Red Hood updates, huh?” you quickly turn your phone off and look to the blonde next to you.

“It’s nothing, just an account I followed a while ago.”

“Hmmm, sure,” she laughs, reaching for the popcorn bucket that was sitting on your coffee table, “I’ll try to believe that.”

She goes back to watching the movie for a bit and then asks, “Hey, are you still coming with me to the gala thing next week? Cass will be there and all her brothers.”

“Yeah, sure,” you say, “I still need to find a dress, though.”

Stephanie and Cassandra invited you a couple weeks ago, you were out getting dinner for a girl’s night when the topic of Cass’s brothers came up. You knew a little bit about her background, but not much, and you could tell she didn’t want to give much, which was fine. You’d let her share on her own time. You did know that she was adopted by Bruce Wayne, though, which meant that she had an assortment of brothers that had also in some way or another come into Bruce Wayne’s care. “You should come! You can meet them all, it’ll be so fun!” Stephanie had said excited, “Tim would love it if you were there!” Tim would hang out with you and Cass sometimes, you’d also heard random stories about his brothers from him too.

“Yes, please come,” Cass chimed in.

“You can finally meet Dick, Jason, and Damian,” Stephanie winked at you. You’d heard a lot about the rest of the brothers, but you hadn’t yet met them in person.

The time would finally come when a couple weeks later when it was time to make your Wayne gala debut. You’d gone dress shopping with Steph and Cass and landed on a floor length silk crimson dress, which of course Stephanie poked fun at. “Hoping we run into a certain batboy on the way?”

“Shut up,” you playfully swat at her arm as you get into Tim’s car. Steph, Cass, and Tim had shown up at your apartment to pick you up, Tim agreeing to be your chauffeur for the night.

You’d feel out of place if your friends weren’t there that night. You weren’t used to this world of excess — gowns, champagne, tuxedos, and designer heels everywhere you looked — but everyone else handled it with ease.

The four of you found a table to set up at. At some point, Tim started waving, calling over to what you soon figured out were his other brothers.

Dick was the first to introduce himself, flashing you a killer smile that almost had you swooning. Sparkling blue eyes and a suit that was tailored just right to him, he was quick with a joke and when he talked, you felt like the only other person in the room. He was so charming it was kind of annoying.

Damian carried himself with such grace you were impressed, he was short, but well built, and all sharp features. He was quiet, but you could tell he was taking it all in, observing every movement the others in the group made. He did perk up when you referenced your cat at some point in conversation, he even asked to see a picture.

But the one who really stood out to you was Jason. He demanded your attention in a way, well over six feet tall, the fabric of his tuxedo stretching around well defined muscles, and your eyes kept drifting to the little white curls that peeked out of his black hair. You noticed scars running along his large hands when he moved to grab his flute of champagne, which made your mind wander to where he got them from. He was quiet at first, taking a bit of time to warm up, but when he did, he cracked jokes and teased his siblings.

You don’t remember how it got brought up, maybe when you made a joke about looking for your next boyfriend on the dance floor, when Steph said, “I thought you were saving yourself for Red Hood?”

“Steph!” you gasp, “why would you say that!” Dick laughs and looks away, Tim makes wide eyes at you, and Jason looks, intrigued?

“It’s nothing,” you say, trying to wave it off.

“Please tell,” Dick implores.

“Well,” you start up your story, the same one Steph and Cass heard two months ago after it happened. “I was walking home one night aftera bad date, which was my first mistake. I wasn’t really focused, I was on the verge of tears — I didn’t even notice the creep behind me until he was pretty close. I started to speed up, he did too. I call Steph, thinking that would make him go away, it doesn’t. He’s starting to get really close, I’m honestly thinking about throwing my purse at him and running away. He starts to shout at me, and then boom, Red Hood is there and he’s punched the guy, telling him not to be a — in his words, fucking creep — and then,” you hesitate for a second, “he asked me if I was okay. Said he’d walk me to the nearest subway station. I don’t know, he just showed me kindness in a moment when I needed it. It’s a silly little schoolgirl crush, nothing more.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Dick rushes to your defense, shooting a look at Jason.

“Yeah, Red Hood’s cool,” Jason says, fidgeting with the now empty champagne flute in front of him.

“Steph thinks I’m so crazy for it,” you say, relieved.

“Don’t listen to her, her taste in men is Tim,” Jason says and you laugh, glad that her brothers have your back.

At some point in the night, people drift away, leaving you and Jason at the table alone, which is also when you learn that Jason is a bit of a gossip.

“That’s Barbara, she and Dick used to date,” he points to the woman with long orange hair who Dick left to talk to, “and that” — he says pointing to the boy Damian left to talk to — “is Lois Lane’s son Jon, they’re good friends.”

You’ve really enjoyed your time with Jason, he’s funny and you mesh well. You’ve been telling him stories of your own life, how you ended up in Gotham, what you do for work, how you met Steph and Cass (the answer: your 8am lecture at Gotham University, which Steph would come late to and ask you for lecture notes).

Before you know it, it’s the end of the night, and everyone’s trickling out. Tim is rounding up you, Cass, and Steph to leave when Jason stops you on your way out, asking you for your number.

Over the course of your first year together, Jason find is endearing how much you really do love Red Hood. He thought that Steph was exaggerating, but when he saw you change your lockscreen from a picture of Red Hood to a selfie of you and Jason, he knew you were in deep.

You have little Red Hood figurines around your apartment - on bookshelves and by your bed. You wear a ratty oversized Red Hood T-shirt when you go to bed, and he, like Steph, saw your name came up as following the most popular Red Hood updates account on twitter.

He thinks it's sweet, but it also kills him that you don't know that this whole time you're harboring a secret crush on your own boyfriend. He thinks about telling you multiple different times - when he has to cancel on a lot of dates that include hanging out at nighttime, when he has to explain away random bruises and scrapes, or when he stops himself before he accidentally tells you a story that reveals his secret.

He finally decides, at some point, that he'll tell you as a part of your one year anniversary together. He figured that you stuck around with his weird excuses for long enough and that you deserved to know the truth. He also figured that you weren't going anywhere, he really loved you and he could tell that you carried that same love for him. Now, he wanted you to love every part of him, vigilante activities included.

"You ready, babe?" Jason calls from the kitchen of your apartment, dressed up for the dinner reservation that he made for your anniversary. He was supposed to patrol tonight, but he bribed Dick to take his place.

You come out of the bedroom in a red dress that Jason is obsessed with, it hugs your body in all the right places, looking through your purse to make sure you had everything you need. You looked up and smiled at him, "Yeah, let's go."

He took you to a cute little Italian place that just opened up in Gotham and then out for ice cream after. He was nervous on the way back to your apartment, not knowing what your reaction to his surprise would be. When it came to gifts, he asked you to go first. You gifted him some new penguin classics for his collection and some gear for his motorcycle that Dick helped you pick out.

Then it was Jason's turn - he gave you the standard gifts first: a beautiful necklace with a little J on it, so you could wear his initial around; and some other little trinkets that he saw and thought of you. You move in to hug him and kiss him on the cheek, "Thank you Jay, this is really sweet," he helps you put the necklace on, his large hands warm on the back of your neck. He's a bit nervous when he says, "I actually have one more surprise for you."

"Oh?" you smile at him, "What is it?"

"Just give me a second," he says, disappearing back into your bedroom. When he comes back out a few minutes later, he's dressed in his Red Hood garb, his helmet in his hands. Your jaw drops and you're silent for a couple seconds, which has him nervous, bouncing on his feet.

"What," you're still stunned, "where did you get this costume?"

"It's mine," he laughs, "I'm the Red Hood."

"Oh my god!" You jump up, covering your mouth with your hands, "is this why you're always randomly busy at night? You're out there," you move closer to him, looking at his costume and feeling all the little details, "saving people. And all the bruises, you're fighting all the time."

"Are you mad?" he asks you, eyes searching your face for an answer.

"What?" you look up at him, "Jason, you've basically just made my biggest fantasy come true," you put your hands on his chest, "I can't believe this whole time I've been dating the Red Hood."

"Do you know how hard it's been to keep this secret from Red Hood's biggest fan?"

You laugh, "So that night, when I almost got mugged, that was you that stopped him, you that offered to walk me to the subway station?"

"All me, baby," he wraps his arms around your waist.

"And Steph, she knows?"

"Yeah, she knows."

"I'm so stupid," you hide your face in Jason's chest, "that whole time she was making a big deal out of it, she knew! She was," you gasp, "she was trying to set us up, wasn't she?"

"Knowing her, probably," he laughs.

"She let me make a fool out of myself, talking about my crush on Red Hood while he was right in front of me the whole time."

"For what it's worth, I thought it was cute."

"You know what would be cute?" you raise an eyebrow at him and move your hands down his chest a bit, "if you and I went back to that bedroom and kept talking about this there."

"Yes Ma'am."

[wesandresons]

SHAWN HATOSY as ANDREW ‘POPE’ CODY ANIMAL KINGDOM SEASON 2, EPISODE 8

[kalamariboy]

[moonlightengel]

Forgot to add my no background version

[666chevy]

a quick Claire i did yesterday

[spookdnerves]

I need these guys to get their own comic run

[tays-writing]

!nerdjo x reader | part 3

Exam stress leads to a late night horny decision. Everything is going great, until the guy in the video starts sounding a little too familiar

part 1 here! . part 2 here!

CW: NSFW. Masturbation. Watching porn.

cr: 3vangel1ne_ on X

When you arrived at the library on Friday afternoon, Satoru was already there.

He was sitting alone at a table tucked away in one of the quieter corners, a simple blue T-shirt stretched across his broad frame. His glasses rested neatly on the bridge of his nose as he stared intently at his laptop, white hair falling slightly over his forehead.

You lingered by the entrance for a moment, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag, before finally walking over.

"Hey" you said.

He looked up immediately. His expression softened into a small, genuine smile the second he saw you.

"Hey... you came."

"Of course I did."

"I, um..." He glanced at the cup sitting across from him. "I bought you coffee. It's just a latte. If you don't like it, that's okay. I didn't have your number, so I couldn't ask if you preferred oat milk or almond milk or—"

"Satoru," you interrupted, unable to hide your smile. "I like it. Thank you."

The tips of his ears turned a soft pink.

"...Okay" he mumbled, looking visibly relieved.

You settled into the chair across from him and pulled your notebooks from your bag. He tried to focus on his laptop, but you noticed how his eyes flicked up when you slipped off your jacket. The moment your gazes met, he quickly looked back down at his notes, his ears still flushed.

"So..." He cleared his throat. "Have you thought about what we should research?"

You paused as if considering his words, but you already knew what you were going to say. In fact, you'd known the moment you'd walked into the library. 

It was childish. Maybe even a little cruel. But after reading his reply the other night… You wanted to see his face when you said it.

You held his gaze.

"What about vancomycin?"

For a split second, something flashed across his face. His brows lifted ever so slightly. Surprise. Confusion. 

"...Vancomycin?"

You held his gaze.

"Yeah"

He stared at you for another beat. Then he blinked and gave a small, sheepish smile.

"I… wasn't expecting you to say that."

"Is that a bad idea?"

"No!" he answered a little too quickly. "No, not at all" He let out a quiet, shy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's actually one of my favorite antibiotics."

"Figures" you muttered before you could stop yourself.

Satoru blinked.

"I—sorry?"

Your eyes widened.

"Nothing"

He nodded and leaned forward slightly, visibly more comfortable now that the conversation had shifted to something academic. 

"We could focus on its mechanism of action and the molecular basis of resistance," he said, eyes lighting up behind his glasses. "There are a lot of interesting papers we could draw from. It could make for a strong presentation."

You nodded, trying to ignore how attractive he looked when he got excited about the topic.

"Sounds good to me."

For the next hour, the two of you worked quietly, reading through papers, comparing notes, and deciding which studies were worth including.

As you jotted down a few notes, your thoughts drifted back to the Q&A post.

There's this girl in my chem class

The blonde girl immediately came to mind. 

You glanced up from your notebook. Satoru was completely absorbed in the article in front of him, absently tapping his pen against the table as his brows furrowed in concentration.

A strange feeling settled in your chest.

Jealousy? 

…No. You barely knew him. 

"Replacing the amide linkage in D-Ala-D-Ala with an ester linkage in D-Ala-D-Lac alters both the hydrogen-bonding donor/acceptor capabilities and—"

He stopped.

"Are you... still with me?" He looked at you, searching your face with a mixture of concern and that characteristic, debilitating shyness. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Am I talking too much?"

His shoulders slumped just a little.

You blinked.

"No—no." You shook your head quickly. "I'm listening. Sorry... I'm just tired."

And catastrophically attracted to you.

Before he could apologize again, a familiar voice cut through the silence.

"There you are."

You looked up to see Shoko making her way through the library, one hand tucked into the pocket of her jacket. She smiled the moment she spotted you.

"I've been looking everywhere for—" She stopped mid sentence.

Her eyes landed on Satoru. Then on you.

Then back on Satoru.

Her eyebrows climbed almost to her hairline.

You already knew that look. With a quiet sigh, you slowly shook your head.

Don't.

Shoko pressed her lips together, clearly fighting back a grin.

"This is Shoko," you said, gesturing toward her. "My friend."

Satoru looked up from his laptop, sitting a little straighter.

"Oh… Nice to meet you."

Shoko smiled warmly.

"Likewise." She tilted her head ever so slightly, looking him over for just a second. "You have really pretty eyes."

Satoru visibly froze. His ears immediately flushed pink.

"T-Thank you."

Only then did Shoko turn back to you, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

"So," she said, as if she hadn't just short-circuited the poor guy, "you're still coming next Saturday, right?"

You frowned.

"...Next Saturday?"

"Choso's party?" she repeated.

You stared at her blankly.

"...There's a party?"

Shoko let out an exaggerated groan, dragging a hand down her face.

"Oh my God. The semester has completely eaten you alive. I've mentioned it, like... three times already. You are coming, though."

You winced.

"...Sorry."

She pointed a finger at you.

"You'd better be there."

You laughed softly.

"I will."

"Good."

With one last nod, Shoko turned to leave. As she walked past Satoru, she flashed him an easy smile.

"Bye, pretty eyes."

Satoru looked up, visibly caught off guard.

"O-Oh... bye."

She kept walking. Once she was behind him, she glanced back at you. Slowly, she mouthed—

Fucking. Handsome.

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a laugh.

The two of you worked for another fifteen minutes in comfortable silence before Satoru finally closed the article on his screen.

"...I think we have enough to get started," he said quietly. "We can call it a day, if you'd like."

You looked up from your notebook.

"Yeah. That sounds good."

Satoru closed his laptop and stood, instinctively ducking his tall frame beneath one of the low-hanging library lights. The motion was so natural it made something warm flutter in your chest.

"...See you in class, then."

You nodded, briefly distracted by how tall he looked standing so close. He offered you one last small, almost nervous smile before turning toward the exit.

"Wait."

He stopped mid-step and looked back at you.

You quickly tore a small sheet from your notebook and scribbled down your number before holding it out to him.

Satoru blinked in surprise.

"...My number," you said, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious. "So we can plan another one." 

He accepted the paper carefully, as though he were afraid of crumpling it.

"I..." He cleared his throat. "...I'll text you later."

He paused, seeming to realize how that had sounded.

"...So you have my number too. I mean—for the project, of course."

You nodded.

"See you, Satoru."

With one last awkward nod, he turned and walked away a little faster than before.

—

A week slipped by faster than you expected.

He’d texted you just a few hours after you'd gotten back from the library that first Friday — a simple "Hey, this is Satoru" — and you’d saved his number with fingers that felt a little too eager.

Since then, the two of you had met once more. Working with him was surprisingly easy. Conversations flowed naturally when they stayed on the project, and before you knew it, you'd already finished nearly half of it in just two study sessions.

You'd done your best not to make things weird. Not to give yourself any more reasons to visit his page again.

But today...

You'd been walking down one of the science building's long hallways when you spotted him in the distance. The blonde girl was standing beside him again, talking animatedly about something you couldn't make out. 

Satoru listened quietly. Then, for whatever reason, he looked up. His eyes found yours from the other end of the hallway, surprise flashing across his face. He lingered there for a heartbeat before turning back to her. You watched his lips move.

"Okay."

That single word had been enough.

By the time you made it back to your room, your emotions were a tangled mess.

Jealousy. Want. Need. It was driving you insane.

Two glasses of wine later, the hesitation you usually carried melted away.

You chose the video he'd uploaded a couple days ago. The moment it started, your hand slipped between your thighs.

The camera was angled down over his body, capturing the subtle definition of his collarbones and the way his chest rose and fell with already shallow breaths. The grey sweatpants clung to his hips, the thick outline of his cock already straining against the soft fabric.

He didn’t start stroking right away. Instead, his large hand slowly dragged over the bulge, palm pressing down firmly, rubbing in lazy strokes. A low, shaky exhale escaped him.

Your fingers found your folds, already obscenely wet. You could feel your own slick coating your fingers as you started teasing your clit 

"Mmh… fuck," he whispered, voice already breathy. 

On the screen, his hips twitched upward into his own palm, chasing the pressure. He rubbed harder, fingers splaying wide so the heel of his hand dragged along the full length of his clothed cock. The fabric shifted, outlining every inch—thick, heavy, and clearly aching. 

"God… I need you to touch me. Please. I’ve been thinking about you all day."

The words hit you hard, jealousy flooding you once again. You weren't even lying to yourself anymore—you were fucking jealous. Yet, you were far too aroused, eyes fixed on the sight of his giant cock bulging against his sweatpants, stretching all the way to his pocket. 

Shit. 

Would you even be able to fit him inside?

He let out a broken little moan, rolling his hips again. The wet spot forming at the tip of his cock was starting to darken the grey material, and he traced it with two fingers.

"I'm already leaking so much… just for you. Look what you do to me." His voice cracked on the last word "I like you so much. You have no idea. You're so smart and you smiled at me today and I—ahh—fuck, I got hard right there like a fucking loser."

Your fingers moved faster, circling your clit as heat flooded your body. The way he said it—so raw and filthy—made you clench around nothing, your pussy aching for him, wishing he would just pull those damn sweatpants down once and for all.

He kept rubbing himself over the sweatpants, while his free hand fisted the sheets beside him, knuckles turning white. 

"I'm this needy because of you," he whimpered, the words tumbling out faster now. "Every time you looked at me I wanted to crawl under the table and beg ´Please… let me cum for you. I'll be so good. I'll do anything you want´"

He gripped himself through the sweatpants now—properly palming the thick length and stroking in long, firm pulls that made the material bunch and slide.

"I want you to feel how much I need you. I'd let you edge me for hours if that's what you wanted. I'd whimper your name until my voice gave out."

You couldn’t believe how dirty his mouth was. The contrast between the polite, slightly awkward Satoru and this desperate, whining version of him was making you lose your mind.

A soft, needy whine escaped him as he squeezed the head through the cloth. He was breathing harder now, little gasps and whimpers punctuating every stroke.

"F-fuck… I'm so sensitive today. Because of you. Because you sat in front of me, smelling like vanilla and coffee and I wanted to bury my face in your neck and—ahhn—beg."

You pushed two fingers inside yourself, biting your lip to hold back a moan as he shoved his sweatpants down and freed his cock. It slapped heavily against his stomach, thick and veiny—the same obscene, pretty cock you’d seen before. Your mouth watered at the view, and jealousy clouded your mind again, fueled by the overwhelming heat in your veins.  

You knew he wasn't thinking of you. He was thinking of her—the blonde girl who hovered in his orbit, who didn't know the dark, frantic secrets he kept behind the screen. You hated her for it, and yet, you were intensely, violently grateful that he was recording this. 

He wrapped his fingers around the base and squeezed, holding it there while his hips rolled in shallow thrusts, fucking into the tight ring of his fist slowly.

"Let me cum please, I beg you," he whined, voice pitching higher. The words were pure roleplay now, directed straight at the camera—at you. "I'll be your good boy. I'll hold it as long as you want."

His abs flexed with every thrust, thighs trembling as he fucked up into his fist harder.

"God, I'm so close already… but I don't want it to end. I want to stay like this for you. Needy and desperate and saying stupid shit because I can't think straight when It's about you"

His words kept pouring out — needy, filthy, and shockingly honest. The desperation in his voice, the way his thighs trembled and his abs flexed with every desperate thrust into his fist… it was too much.

He slowed down deliberately, teasing himself cruelly. The contrast was devastating—his body clearly aching for release, hips twitching uncontrollably, yet he kept himself on that edge.

You kept fucking yourself harder as he edged himself on camera, whimpering and begging for someone that wasn't you. 

A particularly sweet, broken moan tore from his throat as he finally sped up again.

"I'm gonna—fuck—please—"

"Fuck—" you moaned, finally hitting your own orgasm as his voice cracked beautifully on that last plea. Thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach and chest in powerful, rhythmic spurts.

You came with him, your thighs shaking, a broken whimper slipping past your lips. He milked every last drop, his body twitching with aftershocks until he was panting, spent, and trembling. 

You lay there in the dark, your heart hammering against your ribs, your pussy throbbing so hard it was almost painful.

When you finally caught your breath, your pulse still racing, your fingers moved to the comment section. 

"Vancomycin boy… you have no idea what you just did to me."

You knew then, with a dark, twisted certainty, that you no longer wanted to just watch him on a screen. You wanted to be the one making those whimpers rip from his throat—even if he was thinking of her instead.

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handsome cutie pie honey bunch

[wesandresons]

SHAWN HATOSY as BRODY FARRELL SIX FEET UNDER - Season 2, Episode 1 "In the Game"

[groovyangelkisses]

happy 49th birthday popey. :(

[victoria-pedretti]

Lili Reinhart and Tom Bateman as Olive Smith and Adam Carlsen THE LOVE HYPOTHESIS 2026 — dir. Claire Scanlon

[lovaeir]

Sammy Bryant and you were trying for a baby when you guys were having sex. He’d always be pounding into you, whispering sweet nothings about how he’s gonna make you a mommy, fill you up, breed you till it takes….which makes it all the more sweeter when you’re running to him with a shaky hand, and teary eyes, and a positive pregnancy test.

Andrew Pope Cody and you weren’t actively trying per se, but weren’t doing anything to avoid it either. He’d sworn off condoms once you two had been together long enough, and sometimes would whine and rub your tummy during sex, but that was about it. You knew he wanted kids eventually so you weren’t too nervous to tell him you were pregnant, but with your hormones out of whack you were crying anyways while he hugged you sweetly and shushed you while petting your hair with a smile.

Jack Abbot and you, well, honestly you just didn’t think about it. It had never come up in conversation, sometimes you’d use a condom, sometimes not. He never really made any nods at wanting kids, but didn’t draw a clear line at not wanting any either. So when you were later than usual to your period and sneaking a pregnancy test in his bathroom and it showed a little + sign you froze. You probably sat in his eerily clean bathroom for 30 minutes before he knocked on the door, and even then you still didn’t open it, so he came in. He was shocked, obviously, but happy. He made sure that you knew he was supportive of whatever decision you wanted to make, and he’d be here with you no matter what.

[merrmaidy]

jack in uniform🤭🤭🫪

[bloomcissa]

you’re having his baby?

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“Sweetheart, we’re gonna have a baby?” he mumbles, lifting your shirt to press messy kisses up your stomach. You’re not sure where he got this idea from. The two of you have never talked about kids, mostly because you’ve been afraid to bring it up.

You learned early on that the future was something you didn’t mention around him. Every time you made an offhand comment about a ring, or how cute babies were, you’d see his shoulders tense, his throat bobbing.

Now, at his words, your heart beats wildly in your chest. “Uh…”

“I hope she has your eyes and your nose and your pretty smile,” he slurs.

“Jay, what are you—”

He cuts you off when his nose brushes your stomach softly. “Our baby,” he adds. 

When he looks up at you, his blue eyes are glassy, cheeks dusted in pink.

You can’t bring yourself to shatter the moment. Especially not when he’s looking at you like that.

“That’s…nice, honey,” you hum, fingers threading through his black curls, nails scratching lightly at his scalp.

He sighs like a puppy. “You feel nicer.”

Your lips curve up at that. "Come on, let's get you to bed," you whisper as you try to pull him up.

But the man's too stubborn. He stays rooted and grunts in disapproval. 

"Not done talkin' to her," he tells you, arms wrapping around your hips.

“her?” you repeat softly. “How do you know it’s a her?”

"Father's intuition," he says like it should be obvious. 

You laugh and he pouts when he feels your shoulders shaking. "You really want a baby?" you ask him. 

He tilts his head. And he's never looked so unguarded before. 

"Wanna give you everything." 

Maybe in the morning you'll find the courage to ask him again. But for now, your expression softens. You don't know what to say, so you kneel with him and throw your arms around his neck. He smells like gunpowder and leather, and this time a tang of alcohol clings to him. 

he’s always smelled like home.

"Princess?" he whispers.

"Yeah?

"what're we naming her?" 

Instead of replying, you just hug him tighter.

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have this while i work on better stuff lmao. i’m soooo excited for my knight bruce fic it’s all i’ve been thinking abt