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gracieheartspedro · 10 months

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I Can See You

fem!reader x dbf!joel miller

Hi friends! It's been awhile (:

I am back to writing! This time, I'm planning on having many parts to this story. It's a DBF Joel Miller story, which I love to read, which means I had to write it, right?

I wrote this with no Y/N, instead each character gives her a nickname/pet name.

So here's Part 1, I really hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: DBF! Joel, age gap-ish (reader is 25, Joel is 39), eventual smut, joel being a little bit of a perv, reader not having a filter, alcohol consumption

“Mornin’,” His Southern accent was even deeper than usual. My head peaks up from behind my computer, noticing his very tired eyes. The bags under his eyes still somehow did him justice.

“Mornin’ Joel,” I mutter before taking a sip of my coffee. I watch as he finds his way towards my bosses office. He was only my boss at work, but at home he was just Dad.

I watch his ass move in his jeans, shamelessly.

Finding your coworker hot is one thing, it’s another when it’s also your dad’s friend and he was about 20 years older than you.

I’ve thought Joel Miller was quite the looker since I was about 18. I had just started working for my dad. I was mainly just scheduling and doing work orders. Joel took me out to a work site one day, on my father’s request. He wanted me to get know some of the people who would be scheduling work from us. I got to sit around with the property manager of an apartment complex in a tight black dress in the dead of summer, watching guys replace windows. While outside that day, Joel worked alongside some of the laborers, his tanned skin and shaggy dark hair glistening with sweat. Something about him doing manual labor turned me on. Something awoke in me that day, and ever since then, I thirst over him in silence.

I catch myself looking a bit too long, quickly averting my eyes to my computer screen. I act like I am typing something, glancing over to Joel and my dad walking out of his office together. They are discussing another project that Joel was overseeing that would keep him very busy in the upcoming months.

“My girl here will be starting back at college in the fall, so she will only be part time for awhile,” My dad says, drawing attention to me.

“Oh really, where ya going?”

I blank out completely for a moment.

“UT Austin,” I finally answer.

“Smart girl, you living on campus?”

“Nope, just getting my master’s in Engineering so living from home makes the most sense.”

Joel shakes his head, “Master’s. Didn’t you just graduate high school?”

“I’m 25, Joel.”

His eyes scan me for a moment, realizing I’m much older than he remembers.

“Ha,” He grumbles, “Time flies huh, Steve?”

“Sure does, you just wait for that Sarah of yours is off to college,” My dad laughs, slapping Joel’s shoulder. I wince, realizing again he has a young daughter. It wasn’t ideal, to say the least.

“We got about 5 years on that,” Joel says, his eyes returning to mine, “Well it’ll be nice havin’ you around during our busy season.”

“Happy to help,” I reply, not really meaning it.

“Hey, Joel, you and Sarah making an appearance at our BBQ this weekend? We invited the whole neighborhood and I can’t remember if you told me you’d be there.”

His eyes are still on me, “Yeah, I’ll be there,” his eyes return to my dad’s, “Just me and Tommy though, Sarah is goin’ over to a friend’s house.”

“Can’t wait!” My dad cheers, “Baby girl, can you make sure my schedule is cleared Friday evening so I don’t have to worry about when I can get the meat?”

“Of course, dad,” I grit my teeth, “I’m on it.”

“Hey baby girl, can you go grab me some extra plates?”

My dad was over the top with his BBQs to say the very least. The whole neighborhood was in on it. Steaks, burgers, hot dogs, chicken, the whole thing. I spent all morning getting the huge backyard and cabana ready for all our visitors. We usually had someone come over to do all the setting up, but Dad made sure to remind me that I was living rent free and being paid on his payroll, so setting up was the least I could do.

People littered the pool and backyard. I weave between people, giving smiles and welcomes where I could.

I walk in to the kitchen, the cold AC air hitting my bare arms. Luckily, I was wearing shorts over my bikini shorts, or else the goose bumps would be up and down my legs, too. I begin searching the cabinets for the large serving plates you always used for big gatherings. Leaning down, my triangle bikini top almost lets my boobs loose. I sit up straight, messing with the knots on my back. I knew tightening it could only help so much.

“Need help?” I almost jump out of my skin. I turn quickly, spotting Joel Miller standing in the kitchen with me.

“Shit, you fucking scared me,” I breathe loudly, patting my chest to make my heart stop racing, “I think I can get it.”

“Mhm,” He sticks a tooth pick between his teeth, “Lemme help, girl.”

God he was so fine. I hated myself for having a crush on him. But the domestic and simple gray t-shirt that hugged his arms so well and the blue jeans? I simply could not resist staring.

No chance in hell. But I got to look at him every day and imagine it.

I turn on my heels, holding the ties out to him so he could tie them.

“I need them tighter,” I mutter, “Don’t want these puppies falling out in front of the Adlers.”

“Don’t want to excite Mr. Adler too much, he may have himself a heart attack.”

I smile to myself, biting my lip. He ties it, his fingers grazing my bare back slightly.

“All good now, girl,” I turn to face him, looking up at him through my eyelashes, “Now what were you lookin’ for?”

“Serving plates,” I explain, “Dad is finishing up those steaks, needs more space.”

“Well let’s get ‘em and head out to all the fun,” He says, ducking down to the cabinet I was looking in originally. He finds them, handing them up to me. He looks so good looking up at me from this angle.

“You want to grab us some beers,” I suggest, “I’ll meet you out there?”

“Your dad runnin’ low?”

“Probably, so grab three.”

–

“So, you going to be here all summer?”

I had no interest in talking to Tommy, but he was keeping me from toeing the line with Joel in my drunken state, so here I am. I sit in my lounger chair, wanting so bad to take off my jean shorts. I knew if I did, Tommy would take it as I’m making a pass, so I sweat extra.

“I’m starting college in August, so yeah I’ll be around the office and staying home.”

He smiles, “Good to hear, love seeing you around.”

I smile back faking a cheery laugh, “Thanks, Tommy… care to grab me another beer?”

“No problem, sweetheart.”

I watch him walk away before searching the crowd for Joel. I spot him across the yard, talking to one of the newer neighbors. A single mom who moved in two months ago. My dad kept joking the other night that he’d be making her my stepmom, which only made me gag. She was beautiful, younger than my dad, but just about Joel’s age.

A pang of jealousy rises within me.

Joel finally catches my wandering eyes. He smiles gently, giving me a nod.

“Here, darling,” Tommy says sweetly, “Need anything else?”

“Yeah, actually,” Your brother, “Can you help me with something?”

“Sure, ‘s up?”

I sit up, leaning over making my boobs hang right in his eye line.

If I couldn’t keep one Miller’s attention, maybe I could snag second best. My beer filled brain thinks about how they are cut from the same cloth, so they both are probably good at this.

“Do you want to help me change a lightbulb?”

He raises his eyebrows, “I guess, where at?”

I smirk, “My bedroom.”

We sneak away, my eyes scanning the area. It didn’t appear as anyone was following us. My room was the last room on the left upstairs, so the anticipation as I guided him down the hallway was killing me.

Ever since Joel grazed my back earlier, I’ve been ready. So fucking ready.

“Are we actually changing a lightbulb?”

I open my door for him, gesturing to him to follow me in.

In the dim light, Tommy was very cute. He was a sweet guy and I knew he’d be the first to jump on my idea.

“You tell me,” I say, starting to untie the knot Joel tied. In my moment of trying to be sexy, I realize Joel tied the stupidest and hardest knot ever. Tommy notices my struggle, reaching around me, frantically trying to get the top off.

As it gets loose, I reach up to grab his neck.

“What the fuck is going on ‘ere?”

His voice freezes me. Tommy looks towards the door in horror.

“Joel-“

“Tommy, you fucking know better,” His voice is so intimidating and scary, I cant even muster the courage to turn around, “Git.”

Tommy gives me eyes saying I’m so sorry, and I just stare blankly at my wall. I hear Tommy’s foot steps run down the stairs. I realize how drunk I am because my wall paper begins to move on it’s own. It doesn’t usually do that.

“Now you,” His stride towards me is quick, “I’m not your Dad, but don’t think he’d like you fucking his employees.”

Maybe it was the liquid courage, “Who said I was trying to fuck him?”

I snap my head towards his stern and impossible to read face.

“Bullshit,” He spits, “He got through my knot, he assumed somethin’ was about to happen.”

“Well, even if that’s where it went, why are you putting your nose in our business?”

He chuckles darkly, “So now it’s ours, huh? I have you know, girl, Tommy’s business is my business. And you’re just makin’ my job hard.”

I tiptoe closer to him, “And what’s your job, again, Mr. Miller?”

“Make sure people are behavin’ themselves.”

I realize what he’s doing. My tipsy mind took a second to search his face for more, but I can't read him at all.

“I’m behaving, Mr. Miller. I promise,” I reach up, touching his jaw, “No more funny business.”

It was the closest I had ever got to him. I felt a rush just touching him.

“Good, get your top back on and come down to the party. Your dad is looking for you.”

I look down at myself as he leaves the room. My fucking tits are out, and he didn’t even look down.

The game he was playing was not the same one I was playing.

–

The next morning, I have a pounding headache and no drive to leave my room. I was embarrassed and horrified. I knew I would have to face Joel and Tommy on Monday morning, so I had to make amends beforehand. I really didn’t want them to tell my dad and I was pretty out of line for trying to fuck Tommy when Joel wasn't giving me the attention my drunk ass thought I deserved.

After spending hours in bed, rolling back and forth thinking of a script to say, I figured that honesty is the best policy.

Well, honesty with a little bend in the truth.

I get showered and dressed. My usual summer time outfit was a crop top and short shorts, but today I needed to be more… conservative.

I find a nice summery dress, that went to midthigh. It was yellow, not a lot cleavage, floral. Innocent.

When I get downstairs, my dad sits in the living room, his feet propped up watching the news.

“Where ya going, baby girl?”

“I’m going for a walk,” I lie.

“Wearing that?”

“Yes,” I nod quickly, “Do you need anything while I’m out?”

He shakes his head, “No, have fun, I guess.”

I could tell he was suspicious, but he wasn’t one to pester me too much. He had high expectations for me, but I always exceeded them. He never questioned me too much, unless it was about school. He didn’t even really care about my love life. He always got excited when I told him I was going on dates in college. I mean, I rather him be excited than bother me about the guys I was seeing.

I start my journey to Joel’s. I didn’t even know if he was home or not, I was going on blind faith.

It was hot as shit and I was not fully prepared to walk to his house in a dress and sandals.

I could’ve just driven there and back. But no, I decided to roast in the hot summer sun.

–

When I arrive to his house, I just kind of stand in his driveway, catching my breath. He was home, his truck was here.

I walk to the front door, knocking first then ringing the door bell.

It takes about minute, but he gets the door.

And he’s shirtless.

It was the worst and best moment of my entire life.

“What are you doing here?”

And it’s not quite the response I was anticipating when I arrived at his door.

“I uh-,” I hear some stirring inside the house, which causes me to peak my head past Joel’s shoulder.

I see movement, but my eyes find Joel’s again before I could focus in on it. He pushes me back a bit, coming outside and shutting the door behind him.

“I came to apologize, but you seem busy.”

He shakes his head, “Not busy, just woke up.”

“With someone?”

What the fuck? Why can’t I shut my mouth?

“Pardon me?”

“Well I walked this whole way to apologize about my inappropriate behavior yesterday,” I explain, “But yeah, that’s it.”

The door creaks open and I am wholeheartedly anticipating a hot MILF or something. But instead, it’s a little girl.

“Sarah, get inside!”

“Oh hi, I know you!”

I smile at the girl. She was cute, I had to admit. She looked a bit like Joel, mainly the smile. A smile I wasn’t too familiar with, because he wasn’t too keen on my jokes. Ever.

“Yeah, I work with your dad,” I explain, “Nice to see you, Sarah.”

“You too, do you want to have lunch with us?”

“Sarah she can’t st-”

“I’d love to, only if your dad says it’s okay.”

He got himself in a pickle, but I was aching to have a conversation that didn’t involve me putting my foot in my mouth like I almost did again. Plus, some food and water would help the heatstroke I felt coming on.

He stares at me, almost like he wished I’d disappear, “Of course, come in. Sarah is making sandwiches.”

“I hope you like turkey and cheese!”

—

“Thanks for the sandwich, Sarah,” I say, wiping my face making sure I didn’t have mustard left over.

She smiles with her mouth full, “You’re welcome!”

“Hey Sarah, why don’t you go get ready for swim practice,” He suggests, “Me and your new best friend need to have an adult conversation.”

She looks up at him annoyed, “I guess, but don’t scare her away. She has a cool pool I want to swim in.”

I laugh out loud, “Yeah, don’t scare me away, Joel.”

He doesn’t laugh, he just looks at me with his lazer eyes. I just wish Sarah a farewell and shut my mouth, waiting for the storm. He stirs, eating another bite of his sandwich.

“So you came to apologize, huh?”

I swallow, “Uh, yeah. I’m sorry for my inappropriate behavior. I had one too many yesterday.”

He nods, “Yeah you were practically falling out of that top of yours before you took Tommy upstairs. Surprised you didn’t have it off before then.”

My eyes widen, “Well that’s humiliating.”

“Don’t think anyone was particularly mad about it,” He says, “Maybe one of those neighborhood watch moms, but who cares about ‘em?”

I can’t help but smirk. Was he insinuating that he wasn’t mad about almost seeing my boobs?

“Yeah, they always give me the most disgusted looks when I’m out jogging.”

“Cause’ they miss bein’ young and beautiful,” He explains, “All their husbands stare, too.”

I can’t believe he’s talking to me like this, I find myself leaning in a bit to try to talk quieter. It seems like this is conversation we should be whispering to each other.

“Do you stare?”

Foot. In. Mouth.

He smirks, giggling a bit. I finally got to see him smile.

“Of course, I do.”

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Hehehehe tell me what you think! I'll be back with part 2 soon!

#Joel Miller #Joel miller x reader #The last of us #Joel x reader #joel miller smut #dbf joel miller #age gap joel miller

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screebyy · 5 months

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A something about Warlord's Ruin dialogue and Petra's exile and Uldren and Petra's relationship

“Petra, I’ve… never apologized to you. For what you’re still going through.”

The somber tone of Crow’s voice echoing through her radio sends an all-too-familiar jolt of unease down her spine. It’s uncanny how much the guardian sounds like him sometimes.

With a grimace, she shakes off the sensation, and clicks on her mic. “There’s no need,” she says, tiredly. “It wasn’t you.”

“I’m sorry,” The guardian radios back anyways. “He is too. Completely.”

She flinches again. He’s so much like the prince, it makes her nauseous sometimes - so self-obsessed he can’t help but shoulder the blame for any misdeed he can find some tangential reason to feel guilty over. What does Crow have to be sorry for?

And what exactly does Uldren have to be sorry for? For the thousandth time she replays all the decisions she made during Mara’s years-long absence, all the mistakes she made. Uldren’s arrest, and the cold, cramped cell she left him in, because she didn’t know what else to do with the shell of her former prince, her former friend. The prison break, the hunt, the squeeze of her trigger finger…

Her hands curl into tight fists, her fingernails digging painfully into her palm. There was more she could have done. She knew there was something wrong with him, she knew that he was sick. Even before Mara’s sacrifice - after the Garden, she could tell he was no longer himself, that a darkness she still does not understand had burrowed into his heart, and taken root. She could have found a way to help him, to save him maybe - but… after Saturn, the Reef, it was all too much, she wasn’t enough, not on her own. If only Mara had been here, the Queen would have been able to…

“If I could wish it away…” Crow’s voice over her radio snaps her back to the present. A wish - he’s such a fool, she could almost laugh. Almost. She clicks on her mic.

“No,” she says, sternly. She won’t let him take the blame for this - not for Uldren’s mistakes. Not for her own. “You’re helping break the cycle. That should be more than enough.”

She kills the connection before he can respond. She suspects her words will do nothing to ease his misplaced sense of guilt - they never helped Uldren much, either. And she’s in no mood to listen to him find new ways to twist the lingering stain of Uldren’s mistakes into his own responsibility.

They are so much alike, more-so every day. She leans heavily over her desk, and closes her eye, remembering another apology, a lifetime ago…

—

The sun is so much brighter on Earth. Especially this time of year, mid-summer - it hangs high in the cloudless sky, just beyond the Traveler’s looming figure, and it’s so bright that the white concrete and iron railings of the Vanguard's Tower shine like marble and silver. Somewhere deep down, Petra knows it must be beautiful - but allowing herself to admit that feels like a sleight on her true home, the gentle golden rays of a sun always sitting low on the horizon, the refraction of purple light off the amethyst-studded walls of the Dreaming City.

With a frown she sinks deeper into the shadow of the awning she's standing under, and squints against the blinding light. This place is a prison, she reminds herself - nothing here is beautiful.

A hand on her shoulder startles her out of her musing - she whirls around, her knife whizzing up to the intruder’s throat, and finds Uldren Sov smiling ear to ear, hands held up in mock surrender.

“Your highness-!” She stammers, jumping back in surprise. “You shouldn't be here!”

“I'm not,” Uldren grins, pulling the hood of his cloak further forward to obscure his face. “Come on, let's get something to eat.”

—

They sit at a rickety metal table, in a cramped alleyway un-befitting a prince, with two bowls of hot noodles in a delicious, savory broth between them. It’s humble, but the noodle shop is one of the few places Petra has come to enjoy during her exile to the Tower - and discreet enough that Uldren is unlikely to be recognized.

“Everybody misses you back in the Reef,” Uldren says, picking absently at his bowl with a pair of chopsticks. “Jol says hello.”

“He isn't with you?” Petra asks, squinting up at the rooftops around the alley shop - searching for the silhouette of Uldren's shadow.

“No,” Uldren answers as he carefully pulls a few noodles up with his chopsticks, regarding them suspiciously. “He doesn't care for the Last City.”

Finally, he takes a bite, slurping the noodles into his mouth. He considers it, then scowls - Petra thinks for a moment it must not be to his liking, but the glimmer of irritation in his eyes betrays his true feelings. It's not the taste of the noodles that bothers him, but where they were made - he must be furious that such a delicious dish could possibly have come from the Vanguard’s Tower.

Petra smiles, and shakes her head. She wonders if he even bothered to tell Jolyon about this little excursion, or if he had just assumed he was doing the man a favor by leaving him behind.

“Anyway,” Uldren sighs, pushing his bowl across the table towards her. “When are you coming home?”

Her smile breaks, her heart twists with grief.

“Uldren,” she stutters. “You know, this isn’t-.... Queen Mara, she said-...”

Emotion wells up in her throat, sharp as knives, and she bites her tongue to keep it from spilling into her voice. This position is an exile, a punishment for her mistakes. She's never going home again.

“I know what she said,” Uldren sighs, waving his hand dismissively. “But do you really think she meant it? Come on, you're smarter than that.”

Petra stares at him blankly, mind racing. What does he mean? Did the Queen say something to him? About her? Uldren rolls his eyes, and leans forward.

“Petra,” he says seriously. “How long have you been away - five years? Six? This is a waste of your talents, and everyone knows it. You belong back home, with us.”

“All this-” He gestures around at the bare concrete walls, which look nothing like marble in this dark, dingy alleyway. “It's just a stupid show Mara had to put on, a political farce to stay in the Vanguard’s good graces. It doesn't mean anything, and it’s high time the show ended.”

He looks away, brow furrowed as he considers his next words for a long moment. Finally, he looks back at her, eyes flickering with emotion.

“I'm… I'm sorry, by the way,” he says. “For all of this. It's my fault you're here. For-”

“No,” Petra cuts him off, raising her hand. She will not allow him to debase himself, not for this. “I was the one who called for the bombing run, it was my decision that killed them. And this is my punishment.”

“But I was the one who dropped the bombs,” Uldren hisses, eyes burning. “I should have seen those guardians, I should have noticed-...”

He breaks off, biting his lip angrily, then slumps back in his chair, sulking. Petra looks down at his bowl of noodles, delicious and untouched.

“If you had seen them,” she starts, cautiously. “Would that have stayed your hand?”

Uldren frowns, and looks away.

“If I had known what would happen? That you'd be the one to take the fall for their deaths?” His frown tightens, the corners of his lips curling down in disgust. “Yes.”

Emotion swells in Petra’s chest again, but this time the feeling is warm and bittersweet. Pride, and gratefulness, for a prince who acts earnestly as a friend, not a sovereign. A friend so fiercely loyal he would try to take her guilt from her, and wear it himself.

“This isn’t your fault,” Petra says, quietly. “It was my mistake. My decision.”

“It was the right decision,” Uldren says, eyes snapping back to her with renewed ferocity. “It may have been an accident, but it was no mistake. You know that, Mara knows that. And she knows you don’t deserve to be rotting away in this tower for making the right call.”

Her eye opens wide, she sucks air into her lungs as she considers the truth in his words. He’s right. Of course he’s right. The Queen, she knows everything, so she must understand the depth of Petra’s loyalty, the veracity of her fervor. She must understand that there was no other call Petra could have made, there was no way to predict the guardians’ interference, no reason to believe they’d be anywhere near that valley. She must understand…

Uldren leans forward again, prodding his finger declaratively into the table.

“Write to my sister, plead your case, and she will listen, I promise you that,” he says. “The City’s had their pound of flesh from you.”

“If you truly believe the Queen will hear me…” Petra starts, but treacherous hope flutters wildly in her chest, sending a smile bursting across her face before she can finish the thought. She laughs, suddenly giddy. Of course, Mara will understand. The exile, it’ll be lifted, her guilt absolved, and she’ll finally, finally-

“Come home, Petra.” Uldren smiles, lifting his finger to point directly at her. “That’s an order.”

#i like them all soooo much #i wish we had a better sense of the timeline for uldren going to the garden but in my mind it's fairly recent. after all this shit at least #though i didn't play much of d1 so the timing of petra's exile to the tower is also pretty loosey goosey to me. we bend the canon here #the premise of petra's exile though is pretty grim oops lol we love a war crime queen. girlboss behavior ig #petra venj #uldren sov #crow destiny

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beechersnope · 9 months

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Summer of Cum Days 22/23/24: felching, coming in pants, cuckolding

logan/oscar & mark/oscar, warnings for accidental voyeurism/exhibitionism, non-monogamy, semi-public masturbation, and a stuffed animal used in a sexual context, 1280 words

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The bear was an inspired idea.

“Are you at the factory?” Oscar asks curiously. He’s wearing a long t-shirt like Logan asked; if someone happens to walk in unannounced, they shouldn’t see anything out of the ordinary on the screen of Logan’s phone.

“Yeah,” Logan replies. He pushes one of his AirPods back in with a slight grimace. The left one always seems to fall out. “They called us in early to do some marketing thing, but then it turned out they only needed Alex for like, ninety percent of it, so I’ve just been sitting in this conference room for like an hour.”

“Poor baby,” Oscar says mockingly before his face turns serious again. “We can always reschedule, you know.”

Logan shrugs. “I was actually kinda thinking it might be hot if you got me all worked up even though I can’t do anything about it.”

“Yeah?” Oscar replies with a grin. “Gonna get yourself hard for me and go take some photographs, then?”

Logan flushes. “They’re just headshots.”

“Hmm. Just for me, then.” Oscar sets down the phone on the bed, and for a minute, all Logan can see is a flash of his thigh and a glimpse of the pale, downy fur of the gigantic stuffed bear he’d bought for Oscar on impulse right before the break.

“Can you still hear me?” Oscar asks.

It’s a bit quieter, but still clearly audible, so Logan compensates by turning up the call volume.

“Yeah,” he says. “Should I switch to the thing?”

“No, not yet.”

Logan listens intently as Oscar’s mattress creaks under his weight and then settles again.

“Okay,” Oscar says a few seconds later in a higher, breathier tone. “You can look now.”

Logan nearly drops the phone in his haste to bring up the app. BearCam, it’s called, which is a stupid, if not practical, name for it. He holds his breath while the feed loads, and then nearly drops his phone again when Oscar finally comes into view.

He’s straddling the bear, shirt rucked up around his waist to reveal nothing underneath. His hips are lifted just a few inches, revealing the strap-on harness attached to the life-size stuffed animal and the accompanying dildo already sitting snugly inside his pussy.

“Fuck,” Logan gasps.

“It’s good?” Oscar checks. “I can reposition the head, maybe, if it’s not a good angle.”

“No,” Logan replies tightly. “No, it’s good.” He’s already starting to get hard, and yeah, fuck, maybe this wasn’t the great idea he’d thought it would be all of five minutes ago.

“Okay, I’m gonna—” Oscar doesn’t even finish the sentence, instead just sinking down onto the strap-on cock with a loud groan. It’s a little bigger than the toys he usually uses when they’re on opposite sides of the world, and his thighs tremble with the effort of lifting himself off of it again.

“Can you, like—lean back?” Logan asks, throat closing up with every uttered syllable. He doesn’t think he’s gonna survive this now, and if he were any smarter, he’d probably tell Oscar that they should stop. Pause. Save it for later.

Oscar does as Logan asks, bracing himself on his palms against the mattress with his thighs splayed wide. He’s so wet that Logan see the gleam of it on the silicone as he fucks himself, slow and deep at first, and then a little faster, until quiet frantic moans slip out from between his lips that have Logan’s cock twitching in his pants.

Logan was determined not to touch himself at all during this little experiment—at least not until he got back to the apartment—but the way Oscar is squirming on the end of the shiny silicone cock as Logan watches him through a fucking nanny cam instantly tears his self-control asunder, and he breaks, shoving a hand down his pants right as the door to the conference room flies open.

Logan manages to act fast. He mutes his end of the Facetime call and whips his hand out of his jeans quickly enough that he doesn’t think Alex has cottoned on to what he was actually doing, though there’s a suspicious look on his face as he approaches the table.

“You’re not watching porn, are you?” Alex asks, and well. Maybe Logan hadn’t been so subtle after all.

Logan shakes his head, Oscar’s moans still echoing in his ear. He intentionally avoids looking at the screen of his phone and prays that he can manage to get Alex out of the room before Oscar comes. “On a call,” he says through gritted teeth. “With Oscar. I’ll be done in a few minutes.”

Alex wrinkles his nose a little in mild disgust. “Of course, you are,” he says with a sigh before turning to leave the room again. “I’ll tell them you’re taking a shit,” he adds, and then the door swings shut again, cutting off Logan’s half-hearted attempt at laughter in response to Alex’s ribbing.

Logan quickly scrambles to pick up his phone and leans back in his chair, thighs spread to give himself as much room as possible to squeeze a hand down the front of his jeans. The app has disappeared from the screen somehow in the time that Logan has neglected it, though he can still hear the harsh, guttural cries emanating from Oscar’s mouth echoing loudly in his ears. He could probably get off to just that, he thinks, but Logan wants to see him when it happens.

Logan pulls up the app again, and his eyes nearly bug out of his head.

Oscar is on his stomach now, face mashed into the soft, white chest of the stuffed bear, but he isn’t alone.

Mark is behind him. Mark is inside him, and Logan feels a flash of heat deep in his belly as he thinks about how full Oscar must be, with the dildo still inside his cunt and Mark fucking his ass so hard the whole bed jerks with every thrust.

Logan knows he should unmute himself, say something. He knows that Oscar couldn’t have explained anything to Mark because there had been no audible interruption to the endless string of moans that had come through Logan’s AirPods, so that means Mark must have, what—just walked in on Oscar and started fucking him? Just like that?

The thought doesn’t upset him nearly as much as it should. Logan knew they fucked around sometimes, especially when they went to Australia together so Oscar could visit his family, but he’d never asked for details, never expected them. He certainly hadn’t expected this.

Logan keeps watching, his jaw hanging slack as Mark’s thrusts get faster, and then he’s coming, the jerky, abortive movements of his hips against Oscar’s ass unmistakable. Mark pulls out a few seconds later, and Logan only has a moment to wonder if he’s going to make sure Oscar comes too before Mark leans down and buries his face between Oscar’s legs.

Logan’s cock jerks against his hand. There’s a painful throb in his balls as he feels himself spilling into his underwear, his vision blurring as he watches Mark lick his own come out of Oscar’s ass while Oscar writhes and cries and humps the bear underneath him until he finally comes too, so loudly that Logan feels his balls seize up again like his body thinks it can wring another orgasm out of him right after the first.

Then the video cuts out. Logan stares down at his phone, devastated. Wi-fi signal lost. Fucking worthless Australian internet.

Somehow, Oscar's wi-fi shitting the bed (again) feels more like being cucked than actually watching another man fuck his boyfriend.

#summerofcum2023 #f1 rpf #f1 smut #loscar #oscarmark #my fic

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🍙Cooking Class🍥

Meeting Single Dad! Osamu Miya

Single Dad! Osamu Miya x Single Mom! Yn (female reader; she/her pronouns)

Warnings: fluff, a small Miya child raised by Osamu and Atsumu 😅

AN: This is an Anon request! I named the children because it was easier than saying “your son” all the time! Also the request is a little different then the direction I went in, I honestly love this request so I left it open to a potential pt. 2 👀

Oof- being a single mom is HARD

Trust me, I know 🥰

But once again this isn’t about me, this is about You

Our fearless, strong, kind, beautiful, intelligent YN

Emphasis on the strong part because as a single mom, you sure need alot of strength

You work your butt off during the day, working full time and juggling your sons daily schedule

At night, you cook dinner, clean, help your son with homework, bedtime, bath and repeat

It’s literally a never ending cycle of work for you my love

If you’re lucky, you’ll get a night free or maybe even get a chance to relax with a glass of your favorite alcoholic beverage

But most of the time, your focus is solely on your son, Akira.

You had him relatively young and he’s approaching the age of 8

He’s a busy, active boy who has alot of friends, does well in school and is an overall good kiddo

It makes you feel so good when people praise you for bringing up such an awesome son 🥰

This is important to remember YN because sometimes raising kids is literally like raising demons that just crawled out from the pits of hell and have never been introduced to civilized society

😮‍💨 sorry about that long and very detailed description but tell me I’m wrong

I’m definitely not

This fact often hits home when your son asks you one question in particular…

“Hey mom, when are you going to find a boyfriend?” Akira asks innocently

“Umm well, like I’ve said before, I don’t need a man and I’m doing pretty well on my own,” you say with a smile

Your son ponders for a second before saying

“Ok so then why do you keep saying to your bestie that you wish you had a man?” He says as you gape at him

“First off, stop listening in on my conversations! Second, while it would be nice to date someone, I’m just really busy,” you say, hoping this will deflect all future questions and move on to literally any other subject

It’s a pipe dream Yn keep up 👏

“Well my friend Gao says his dad said you were hot and would date you,” he says as you turn to stare at him once again

“I’m not dating any of the dads at your volleyball practice Akira!?” You said as your son just shrugs

“Plus none of those dads are even good looking,” you say as you throw the dish towel down on the counter

It’s true that your dating life had been less than spectacular as of late

Oh sorry, it’s never been spectacular 😅

You’d been on your own since Akira was born, having not been on a date in literal years due to working and your commitment to parenting

You signed as you walked out of the kitchen, Akira’s attention now turning to a book he had been reading

“Maybe it’s time I do something for myself,” you say as you head to your room

And that’s what brings us here, to the doorstep of a cute little Onigiri restaurant known as Onigiri Miya

You had seen an advertisement for cooking lessons in the local paper, having registered online

You walked into the restaurant, the doorbell chiming

The restaurant was small and cozy, but the smell permeating the air was heavenly

You looked around, noting no one else in the store

“Hey, just a second!” A voice shouted as you turned to the doorway

“No rush, thank you!” You respond standing in front of the menu

The options were spectacular and all looked beyond amazing

“Hey sorry about that wait,” a tall, handsome brunette man said coming out from behind the kitchen door

“Oh it’s not worry! I’m a bit early it seems,” you say, smiling

The man stared at you, eyes raking in your form from top to bottom

You were dressed rather casual for a summers evening, shorts and a nice top with a pair of comfortable shoes

“Im YN by the way,” you say, smiling and extending your hand

“Umm Osamu and don’t worry, you aren’t early or late, you’re my only sign up for the class,” Osamu says as your eyes widen

“Oh my god really? This is such an amazing class and you’re telling me I’m the only sign up?” You said as Osamu nodded

“Yep but no worries! Come on back and we can get started,” he says as you nod and make your way around the counter, “Wash your hands and we can get stared. Do you know anything about cooking?”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say im completely a novice,” you say as you dry your hands

“Ok so a beginner,” Osamu says as you interrupt him

“Hey! Give me some credit! I know how to boil water ok? Im at least intermediate,” you say as Osamu chuckles

“Ok so we can skip the boiling water lesson then,” he says as you smile and stand next to him

Osamu stiffens as you stand there looking up at him with your big eyes

You were so cute and sweet

You face was perfect from your eyes to your nose, your hair immaculate and your body flawless

“Ok let’s get started,” he says as you hear the door chime

“Hey dad!” a voice shouted

“Kenji what the hell are you doing here? Where’s Sumu?” Osamu says as you watch the little boy, around your sons age walk into the kitchen

“I’m right here chill out!” Another voice yells from the door as a double of Osamu but with untoned hair walks in

“Well hello there,” the untoned blonde says as he walks up to you

“Sumu what the hell? I told you I had a class tonight! You were suppose to keep Kenji until 9,” Osamu says as he sighs and looks at you apologetically

“Wait that was tonight? Oh shit, I totally forgot! I have a meeting with Sakusa and Bokuto,” Sumu says as Osamu rolls his eyes

“Hi there, I’m Kenji,” the little boy says to you as you smile and meet him at eye level

“Hi! I’m YN, it’s very nice to meet you!” You respond, shaking his hand

“Hey you’re really pretty! Are you dating my dad?” He asks excitedly as you snicker, Osamu’s face heating up at the question that just emerged from his sons mouth

“Kenji no! She’s a client of mine who is taking a cooking class,” Osamu says

Kenji looks from you to Osamu, “is cooking class a secret word for something?”

Sumu belts out a laugh as Osamu kicks him, causing you and Kenji to both laugh

“No, your dad is teaching me how to make onigiri,” you say, “it’s my sons favorite so I want to make it at home with him.”

Osamu looked at you as you smiled back at him, he would have never known you had a son at your age

“Oh cool! How old is he? Does he play sports?” Kenji asks as you smile and nod

“Akira is 7 and he does! He just started playing volleyball,” you say as Kenji’s eyes light up

“I play volleyball too! My dad use to play in school too!” He says as you smile

“Hey what about uncle Sumu!” The agitating voice interrupts

Kenji just rolls his eyes as Osamu smirks 😏

“My uncle Sumu plays setter for the MSBY Black Jackals,” he says

“His very SINGLE uncle that is,” Sumu interrupts

You 👉🏻😐

Kenji 👉🏻🙄

Osamu 👇🏻

You giggle as the twins fight and Kenji grabs a stool to help you

“You should bring your son here sometime,” he says as you smile

“I think I will! He’d love that!” You say as Osamu watches you interact with his son

He can’t say the picture didn’t melt his heart just a little, seeing Kenji getting along with someone so well

Too bad kids give very little reprieve

“You should go on a date with my dad,” he says as Osamu nearly chokes on air

You giggle and continue prepping

“I don’t know how your dad would feel about you setting him up,” you say and Kenji shrugs

“Uncle Sumu says he needs to get laid,” he says as the room goes still

You try hard to contain your laughter as Osamu slowly turns to glare at Sumu

Sumu run 👉🏻😗 🎵

“Atsumu-”

“Well would you look at the time! See you soon kiddo and it was nice meeting you Yn!” Sumu says, running from the restaurant before he receives a career threatening injury

“I know what we could do, maybe you and your dad could meet up with me and Akira for a playdate?” You say, looking at Kenji

His eyes light up, “ohhh yes can we dad?!”

Osamu watches your gorgeous eyes light up, the sweet smile on your face melting all of his restraint

“I don’t see why not,” he says as Kenji cheers

“Ok it’s a date then!” You say, looking for Kenji to Osamu

“Yeah, it’s a date”

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 8 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 7 ~ chapter 9 | AO3

2.1k words

i sat at a table off to the side of the big crowd of people. it had a pretty good view from where i was at. there weren’t many heads covering the stage. i wanted to be able to pay attention to their performance. plus i have no business being inside the pit.

everyone cheered as loud as they could when the band came out onto stage. i cheered with them. chino scanned the crowd then land his eyes on me, a big smile grew on his face. i think my heart just skipped a beat.

“hey, i’m chino and this is my band the deftones.” he presented the guys. “thanks for coming out to support us tonight! but before we start, i wanna give a special shoutout to our assistant y/n.” he pointed towards me. “we wouldn’t have been here tonight without her so big round of applause for her.” he clapped and everybody started clapping and cheering with him. i haven’t felt this special in a while. i grinned at chino mouthing the words thank you. he shook his head mouthing back thank you. he looked back at the crowd. “this is the deftones.”

chi started playing the beginning of one weak. everybody in the crowd made a loud roar hearing what song they were opening with. i even started to get excited once i heard what song it was. one weak is definitely one of my favorites. chino started singing and even though i’ve heard his voice before, i was in awe. his voice sounded angelic to me. like nothing i’ve heard before. nobody else’s voice goes from melodic to harsh the way chino’s does.

stephen and abe come into the song and they both sync up like they’re reading each others minds. looking at all of them together, you can just see the passion they have while performing. they all acknowledge the bond they have and take it to their advantage on stage and that’s really apparent. they all rock out on stage together and to be honest, i wish i were up there with them. they looked like they were at their happiest standing up on there.

“you guys were amazing!” i ran and gave a group hug to everybody once they walked back stage. “i knew you guys wouldn’t disappoint!”

“did you guys see me during my own summer? i felt so badass playing the first riff!” stephen boasted.

“it was badass dude! you guys were sick! i’ve never been to a show like yours! it was so thrilling!”

“imagine how it was for us upstage, y/n! i just fucking love being up on stage playing and watching everybody’s reactions. i get so exhilarated up there that i start to feel out of body.” chi chimed in.

“same bro! playing the drums during a show will always get my adrenaline running.” abe responded.

“don’t even get me started on stage diving and crowd surfing. probably one of the greatest things in life!” chino enthused.

we all sat on the couch backstage recapping on the whole show. i loved hearing them talk about being on stage and what it’s like for them. all of their experiences are so different but alike at the same time.

there were still a lot of people post show so they went out and took some photos with fans and gave autographs. it was 11 pm and we still had to take the instruments back to the garage and drop of the truck and everybody else home. i hope i’m not too tired tomorrow.

luckily the bar was allowing me to buy drinks since i was with the band so i went backstage to grab my purse for some money. as i was walking back there, i heard two very familiar voices speaking to each other.

“cmon man, you gotta be way more forward than that.” abe told chino.

“hey i was already pretty forward.” chino rose his hands up in defense. “besides, i don’t wanna do anything she doesn’t wanna do.”

“well what about the night at hot shots?” were they talking about me?

“what about the night at hot shots?” he shook his head.

“you know what i mean.” he paused. “did you pin the tail on the donkey?” a smirk grew on abe’s face.

“you’re a freak, man.” chino scoffed rolling his eyes. he laughed a little though. “i just dropped everybody off afterwards, that’s all.”

“don’t lie!” he gave chino a look, pointing at him.

chino pressed his lips together, then smirked. “i’ll admit, we did make out a bit. but to be fair we were pretty drunk and she wanted to.” he shrugged and took a swig of his beer.

what the hell was that supposed to mean chino? he knew damn well we were never drunk nor had we ever made out. he even said it like i pressured him into it.

i grabbed my bag before they noticed me and went back to the bar. i couldn’t listen to them anymore.

i sat down and called out to the bartender. “a gin tonic please!”

“y/n?” i looked up.

“ethan smith?”

“the one and only.” ethan smiled. me and ethan used to be friends back in high school but lost contact after graduation. chino never liked him for some reason. one time he even got mad at me hanging out with him at the skatepark one day. i shake off my thoughts about chino. i don’t want to think about him right now.

“how have you been? i haven’t seen you since graduation!”

“well not much. just working to be honest.” he sighed. “but this won’t be forever!”

we began chit chatting with each other about how our lives changed since high school. he served me my drink.

“so are you and camillo friends again?” he seemed curious.

“yeah, i’m actually his band’s assistant.” he sheepishly smiled while looking to the side. “what’s that look for?”

he sighed. “i just think that you shouldn’t be hanging around them.” i rose my eyebrow. “they’re rockstars who party all the time and go on benders. and you? you’re just a girl from sacramento.” no way he just told me this. right when i stopped feeling like a nobody too.

“well may i remind you that we haven’t seen each other in like two years. you don’t know me enough anymore to worry about who i’m hanging out with. you don’t know the band well enough to talk about them like that.” i snapped.

“y/n-“

“don’t y/n me.” i placed a five on the surface. “and about me being just a girl from sacramento. i can’t wait for the day to come where i’m something more than a just a girl from sacramento and can say told you so.” i scoffed and walked away.

he shouted to me. “well what if i told you camillo isn’t the guy he makes himself out to be?”

i paused in my tracks and turned my head.“that’s for chino to tell me.” what a weirdo. now i know why chino never liked him.

after hanging out at the whiskey junction for 2 hours, we had finally gotten everybody home, besides me. why are we always alone in a car past midnight?

he parked his car infront of my house and turned it off. there was this weird tension between us.

“was i good or bad tonight? be honest.” he turned to me.

“you were good, chino. i loved watching you up there.” i smiled at him but immediately dropped it to the thought of what chino said.

“what’s wrong?” he frowned.

“nothing.” i shrugged.

“y/n, i can just feel that something is wrong with you.”

“do you know it though?” i tried stalling.

“yeah i do.” he stared at me. “what’s wrong?”

i sighed defeatedly. “why did you say that me and you made out when we didn’t?” he went silent. “i mean cmon chino! you even made it seem like you didn’t even want to. do you know how shitty that felt to hear?”

he looked down at his hands and started fidgeting. “look y/n i don’t know why i said it. i just did.” he looked back up at me. “abe didn’t even believe me.”

i gave him a serious face. “really? that’s your excuse?”

“excuse? i’m being hone-“ i cut him off.

“whatever chino. i don’t want to talk about it.” i turned away from him and sat straight.

he laughed. “do you know how embarrassing it was for me to see you basically flirting with ethan smith in front of abe?” is he really trying to flip it back on me?

“what are you even talking about? ethan was the bartender! i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed me! and even if i was flirting with ethan, why does it matter to you?”

“because you’re min- my friend!” he exclaimed. it went silent. i felt his eyes on me. “im drunk and just told abe what he wanted to hear. i’m sorry, y/n, really.” he rubbed his forehead. “i’m serious about abe not believing me. i’d never lie to you y/n”.

i thought about it for a second. chino is the type to fudge the truth to look cooler. “i guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.” i shrugged.

“so am i forgiven?” he pouted.

“yes chino, you’re forgiven.” i smiled.

we sat in silence for a few minutes staring at each other. then his eyes wandered down to the rest of my body. it started to feel warm suddenly.

“i like these a lot.” he tugged on my fishnets. “i think they’re hot.” he looked back up at me and rested his hand on my thigh.

i felt my face warm up. good thing it’s dark in here. “you really think so?” i decided to indulge him.

“mhm” he hummed. he leaned toward me again. this time i didn’t turn away. i licked my lips and bit them. thank god for the liquid courage.

“were you able to impress that one person tonight?” i asked.

he softly smiled. “you tell me.”

before i could say anything, he kissed my lips. he smelt like a mixture of alcohol, cigarettes, and sweat. normally that would’ve bothered me but this time, i feel like i’ve been so touched starved, i needed this.

his tongue played around mine as he sucked on my lips. i moaned into his mouth and his grip tightened on my thigh. he used his other hand to cup my face and pull me in closer. my heart was beating so fast right now.

i felt his hand slide down and caress the in between of my thighs. my hands tugged on his hair while he placed his kisses around my swollen lips. my mind felt blank. all i could focus on was chino and his lips on me.

“you’re so fucking hot baby.” he trailed his kisses down my neck. he realized he found my neck’s sweet spot when i moaned a little too loud. he started sucking on that special spot as his hands inched upwards on my thighs. a tension started growing inside me.

i grabbed his chin and brought his lips back up to mine. i licked his lips before breathing into his mouth. his arm wrapped around my waist.

“fuck, just let me have you tonight, please baby. i need you so fucking much right now.” he moaned into my mouth. “you should’ve never wore these tonight.” he tugged at my fishnets again. i wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tightly.

a sudden knock interrupted, making us jump. “y/n! get inside right now!” my mom yelled at me. oh god, not right now mom. i gave chino an apologetic look and look down to see his total hard on he had. a wave of guilt washed over me knowing he had to go home unsatisfied. of course the first time in a while i’ve had any action, i couldn’t have this go smoothly.

“i’m sorry, chino.”

he smiled. “it’s okay princess.”

my mom banged on the window again.

“y/n!”

“yeah i’m coming!” i swung the door open and gave my mom a look. she turned over at chino.

“camillo, i was not expecting this from you!” she scolded chino.

“i’m sorry, mrs. l/n.” he let out a chuckle but immediately shut himself up. he cleared his throat. “it won’t happen again.”

“yeah my mother heard that once too.” she rolled her eyes and walked away grabbing my wrist with her. “let’s go, y/n.”

i gave chino an apologetic look again as i was being dragged away by my mom. he smiled and waved before driving away.

a/n: what do you guys think of the new chap ? i hope everyone loves it as much as i do ! this is one of my favorite chapters so please leave a like if you enjoyed it. new chap out next friday ! lots of love <3

#deftones #chino moreno #chino moreno x reader #chino x reader #abe cunningham #chi cheng #stephen carpenter #nu metal #bands #music #mall goth #goth #emo #metalhead #grunge #1990s #1990s nu metal #1990s aesthetic

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30 Day Writing Challenge - Day 4

Write about your MC’s personal style (from this list) ➸ set in the Bakeoff AU, before the events of summer came like cinnamon, so sweet and referencing an event from the first chapter of @firstelevens original fic in the series (sugar pie, honey bunch) and yes, I'm aware this is a huuuuge stretch for this prompt, don't worry about it!

Karen’s just left them to go get another round from the bar when Foggy’s phone starts ringing. On the screen, a photo of Daisy looking comically crestfallen while holding a ruined sufflé pops up and Foggy swipes to accept the call immediately.

“Hey, Daisy, what’s up?” he asks, aiming for casual but…well, Daisy’s roughly his age and avoids talking on the phone as much as anyone of their generation does, if not more. He’s slightly concerned that something must be wrong. Across from him, Matt’s expression turns pinched, probably because he’s thinking the same thing or he can hear the worry in Foggy’s voice.

“Did you watch the episode last night?” Daisy asks, without preamble or greeting.

“Oh, yeah. I mean, me and Karen did. Matt fell asleep like ten minutes in.”

Daisy scoffs over the line at the same time as Matt says, “I already apologized like five times for that!”

Pulling the phone away from his mouth slightly, Foggy says, “I know you did. And I forgive you. I know how important your beauty sleep is to you.”

Matt rolls his eyes, looking vaguely embarrassed at the same time. Foggy’s not sure if the extended time away during the show has made old things he’d gotten used to before new again or if this really is something new, but Matt’s easier to fluster than he remembered. Foggy could have sworn he made lots of jokes about Matt’s good looks and Matt always just brushed them off. This new shyness about it is surprising.

“Anyway,” Foggy says, turning his attention back to Daisy, “I saw the episode. Why do you ask?”

“Have you been online at all today?”

“You mean, have I been connected to the Internet at all? Yes, of course, Daisy, come on!”

“No, I mean, on social media,” Daisy says, impatiently.

“I don’t really use social media. You know that.”

“I know you have your finsta,” she replies. “I didn’t know if anyone had tagged you in anything there. Or if you have a dummy twitter account to lurk sometimes.”

Foggy laughs. “God, no!”

“Don’t say it like it’s totally ludicrous! People do it!”

“Yeah, but not me,” Foggy says, still laughing. “I’m just a simple country lawyer. What need have I of your twitters and your algorithms?”

He feels like he can hear Daisy roll her eyes on the other end of the call. “You’re such a dork!”

“Sorry. What’s so important that you needed to call me on the phone to ask if I have a secret Twitter account?”

“The Internet is freaking out about you, Foggy Nelson.”

Foggy’s stomach sinks. “It is?” he asks. “What did I do?”

“You looked too damn hot in this week’s episode, apparently.”

“I—what?” Foggy asks, feeling so utterly stupid. None of those words made any sense to him, which is troubling because most of them were pretty simple. “Wait, did I look really sweaty or something?”

“No, dumbass,” Daisy says, “I mean ‘hot’ like ‘god, he’s so hot, I want to have his babies,’ which, by the way, is a real tweet I read about you not fifteen minutes ago.”

“What?!” Foggy basically shouts, which makes Matt lean forward in his seat and give him a questioning look.

“Your humility is really beyond the pale, Franklin. It’s like you don’t know you’re hot!”

“I don’t know that,” he says, still freaking out slightly. “I’ve been called that by three, maybe four people in my whole life before today! It’s not a common occurrence.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Daisy says, because she’s fundamentally loyal and it makes her confused sometimes.

“Well, if it’s happening a lot, it must be behind my back, then.”

Matt, apparently done with being out of the loop, reaches across the table to poke Foggy’s wrist with his index finger. Foggy replies in turn by patting Matt’s hand with his twice, hoping that conveys that there’s no emergency.

“Well, it’s happening a lot on Twitter right now,” Daisy replies. “Which, I guess is still behind your back, technically.”

“That’s…great, I guess…”

“I thought you’d be happier,” she says, sounding worried. “You seem upset.”

“It’s just weird to think about,” Foggy says, keeping his tone mild. He’s not mad at Daisy by any stretch, but having people outside of the neighborhood know who he is and have strong opinions about him has proven to be a tougher concept to reckon with than he originally anticipated. “It’s that thing of being perceived in a way that I have no control over.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Daisy replies, thoughtfully. “I just…I thought you should know you’re the Internet’s reigning boyfriend at the moment.”

Foggy laughs, still feeling weird but in a warmer, cozier way than before. “Well, it’s an honor to be somebody’s boyfriend, I suppose.”

Matt’s head perks up at that, like a dog who’s heard a strange noise, and Foggy resists the urge to laugh at him for it. Karen returns with their next round at that precise moment, too, and makes a face at this pronouncement as she slides Foggy’s beer across the table to him. He also sees her look over at Matt, as if he’ll have more answers somehow.

“I’m guessing based on your blasé reaction to this news that I shouldn’t send you a curated collection of mine and Colleen’s favorite tweets about how gorgeous you are?” Daisy asks, innocently.

“For the sake of my mental health, you probably shouldn’t,” Foggy replies, “but honestly, today’s been a weird one and we had a miserable time in court, so it might cheer me up.”

Daisy squeals excitedly, which is not a noise Foggy knew she made before this very moment. She didn’t even make that noise when she won Bake-Off, not that he’s allowed to tell anyone that yet. “That’s what I like to hear,” she exclaims. “Alright, well, get ready for some screenshots. And also sorry in advance for any psychological damage I may cause.”

“Thanks,” Foggy laughs. “Both for the apologies in advance and for making sure I knew about this.”

“What are friends for?” Daisy sighs happily, and then hangs up without a goodbye.

“What’s going on?” Karen asks as she takes a sip from her beer.

“Have you been on Twitter today?” he asks, in response.

“I’m a journalist, Foggy. Unfortunately, most of my life is spent on Twitter.”

“Do you follow any Bake-Off people there?”

“I might follow the official twitter for the show itself, but I’m not sure. Why?”

“Apparently, Twitter is freaking out about me in last night’s episode.”

“Really? What do they have to freak out about?” Matt asks, frowning.

Foggy shrugs. “I don’t know. Just me, I guess? I looked good or something.”

“I told you that you looked good last night,” Karen says, gesturing broadly to convey her annoyance. “You didn’t believe me.”

“You’re one of my best friends, Karen. You have to lie to me about that kind of thing!”

“No, I don’t! And I wasn’t!”

“Well, you’re about to be vindicated,” Foggy says. “Daisy and Colleen are sending me screenshots.”

As if on cue, Foggy’s phone lights up with several messages being sent to his and Colleen and Daisy’s group chat and the notifications don’t slow down at all for another full minute.

“God,” Foggy says, just looking at the new messages pouring in. “She wasn’t kidding.”

“You want to read them,” Karen asks, with a bright, dangerous look in her eye, “or shall I?”

Foggy hands over his phone without a second thought. “Probably better if you do it,” he says, feeling genuine panic and terror at the idea. It’s too late to go back now, though. He’s gotten her hopes up.

“Oh my god,” Karen says, after he’s gotten his phone unlocked for her. She puts her hand to her mouth to disguise her…horror? Amusement? Both? It’s hard to tell.

“What?” Foggy asks, anxiously, and Matt turns over his hand underneath Foggy’s palm so he can give it a quick squeeze, which…that shouldn’t be as soothing as it actually is. It’s, frankly, ridiculous that it helps so much.

“Foggy,” Karen says, excitedly, “you’re a sensation!”

guy with no problems • juliachildsplay

um… hello?? Foggy coming into the tent with those little braids??? I’m experiencing symptoms????

the hateful nate • nateorade

I’ve been online too long because the minute I saw Foggy Nelson with his hair in braids, I just shouted OOOHHH GENDER!! at the top of my lungs. my gf and my cat both left the room in protest.

kelly nguyen • gaygrenadine

me normally: it’s so embarrassing when cis dudes get so much credit for the mildest defiance of gender norms… me seeing foggy’s braids in GABO: yasss queen thank you for my rights 🌈🙌 gender is sooo over!!

brynn it to wynn it • flibbertigibbety

I did not actually think Foggy could get hotter to me than when he responded to people ridiculing his French pronunciation by revealing he speaks fluent Punjabi, but I was WRONG!!

Ezekiel (he/they) • ezeydoesitt

how is anyone getting any baking done right now when foggy is there looking so so good?? couldn’t be me!!!

world’s #1 trilla apologist • eldritchedeelite

lord, I am not one of your strongest soldiers… foggy in that salmon colored t-shirt and those braids… I am WEAK

dinah (derogatory) • surelytemple

my two cents is that Ava deserves star baker this week because she is somehow still baking with foggy nelson’s whole beautiful self directly in her eye line. talk about performing under pressure.

bram (not stoker) • bramblinnmann

I am watching bakeoff with my family right now and it’s getting very difficult to pretend to be straight in front of them when Foggy’s out here looking this hot

your future canceled wife • thecouturevulture

THEM: hey how was bakeoff this week? what did everyone make? was it good? ME: FOGGY NELSON WORE HIS HAIR IN BRAIDS!!!

citizen paddington • genderemporia

I literally couldn’t tell you a single thing that happened in this episode of GABO. Foggy appeared onscreen and my brain shut off for the next hour. I came to and I was googling wedding venues, idk man

Kira Iris • villainesque

I don’t condone people getting obsessed with public figures and violating their privacy but if some of yall wanted to be weird and find out if Foggy’s “partner” he references is a business thing or a romantic thing, I would look the other way just this once

Default Username, Esq. • shrimpheavencanwait

thank god foggy nelson isn’t on social media or I would be embarrassing myself I would be in those DMs like cheese filling in a danish I would be bringing shame upon my ancestors for that man I promise you

Helena Bee 🐝♿️ • bananabreadcrumbs

that part of the episode where Colleen walked behind Foggy and pulled one of his braids to say hello and he smiled at her??? It just hurts to see other people live your dreams???

spy x savage x fenty • coolnormalchill

foggy deserves star baker because he cured my depression and my gender dysphoria in one fell swoop and that’s that on that

Lindy the SEO bitch • easilysearchablebrandname

other bakers: [make the snack] Foggy Nelson: [is the snack]

sayid’s secret account! • sayidsayless

I didn’t hear who won star baker, I didn’t see who got sent home, l learned nothing about sweet dough, I was busy googling foggy nelson Instagram foggy nelson partner foggy nelson star sign

hb lovecraft • hazelbleu

I've already decided to call out sick from work tomorrow so I can spend the whole day watching the inevitable Foggy fancams that will come from this week’s GABO. It’s my duty as an American.

go gert go • yorkestown

if there’s any uneven bakes this week, we all know it’s because Foggy was simply too hot to handle and it threw off everyone’s baking times

SORRY 4 PARTY BROCKIN’ • attackthebrock

foggy saying that one thing he loves about bakeoff is never having a shortage of people to share his bakes with, because normally it’s just up to his partner to finish them. ME AND WHO TBH????

nora mcclain 👻🥀🖤 • themostest

Foggy explaining the hot cross bun recipe he’s making prompted my (allegedly) straight husband to say, out of nowhere, “I’d let him put a bun in MY oven!” Like, sir??? I’m right here???

stardew valley girl • wooloolemon

it’s crazy how many babies are going to be born nine months from the airing of Great American Bake-Off Season 3 Episode 6

Tolkien Straightguy • helmsdeepthroat

it’s pretty normal for me to end an episode of bake-off hungrier than I was before, but I’ve never finished one this THIRSTY my god

maddie📍grad school hell • doctorwormphd

seeing foggy with those french braids made me crazy y’all!! I almost redownloaded tinder I was so lost in the sauce

blandine montpetit ☮️💟 • peaceandloafs

Ava’s star baker moment was so deserved, I’m just sorry we were all too distracted by Foggy being the cutest human alive to really appreciate it. But not sorry enough that it won’t happen again.

“We’ve strayed very far from the light of god, I think,” Foggy says, with his face pressed into the sticky surface of the table, which…yeah, bad idea, but one of many he’s had tonight. Matt pats the back of his neck with a hand that was maybe supposed to be more in the direction of his head and ended up somewhere more weirdly intimate by accident. Foggy lifts his head to put an end to it, not because it didn’t feel nice but precisely because it did and that in turn makes him feel a bunch of messy emotions he doesn’t like. “Karen, what are you doing? Are there more?”

“Yes, but they’re getting a little redundant, honestly,” she says, squinting at his phone’s screen. “Everybody wants you to impregnate them, apparently.”

Matt chokes on air at the same time as Foggy chokes on his beer, so it takes both of them a few seconds to recover and respond.

“They what?” Matt asks, looking pale.

“The power of a new hairstyle,” Karen says, with a self-satisfied smile, though she directs it at Matt, for some reason. They have a lot more meaningful looks and mysterious half-conversations these days than they used to before Foggy went away to film the show. At least, that’s how it feels to him and if Karen didn’t have a boyfriend that she seemed to love a lot, he’d be worried that she and Matt were going to try dating again, for all it was a disaster the (admittedly brief) first time. Instead, it feels like they developed a shorthand while he was away and, granted he also made a bunch of close friends who he essentially talks to in baking-themed twin speak, it still makes him feel strange. He didn’t think him being away for the time that he was would change so much, but apparently it did. Matt and Karen speak in code now, and the Internet wants to fuck him. Life is strange.

“Do you really talk about me on the show that much?” Matt asks, apropos of nothing, it feels like.

“What? What do you mean?”

“A lot of those tweets referenced you talking about your partner,” Matt replies, looking thoughtful. “That’s me, I assume.”

“Yes, obviously,” Foggy says as his face heats. “Why shouldn’t I talk about you?”

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t. I just didn’t realize it was enough to be noticeable.”

“One thing I’ve learned about the Bake-Off viewers is that they notice everything,” Foggy says. “And I don’t mean to talk about you a lot, but you’re important to me and you’re in most of my stories and…all that…”

Matt seems to be thinking hard about that, while Karen is sitting with her chin resting in the palm of her hand, still scrolling through Foggy’s phone.

“What are you doing over there, Page?” Foggy asks, in the hopes of distracting everyone from the corny admission he just made that got met with silence.

“Just sending a few of these to my phone,” she says, with a sheepish look. “I want to show Frank.”

“God, no!” Foggy yelps as he reaches out to snatch his phone back. “I don’t need Frank knowing about these! It’s bad enough Matt had to hear them!”

“Why is it bad for me to know?” Matt asks, startled out of his reverie by the mention of his name.

“Because you think all of this is stupid!”

“All of what? Twitter?”

“No,” Foggy sighs, and then thinks it over. “I mean, I assume you do think Twitter is largely stupid, actually—”

“And you’d be right,” Karen adds.

“What I meant was you think all this stuff about the show is stupid.”

“No, I don’t,” Matt says, frowning. “I mean, I confess I don’t understand half the stuff you say on the show or about it, but that doesn’t mean I think it’s stupid. If anything, it makes me think I’m stupid.”

“Well, you certainly can’t be impressed by everything Karen just read us,” Foggy replies, gesturing with his phone. He’s aware, in the back of his mind, that he’s doing that thing you’re never supposed to do and negotiating against himself, but he can’t really stop it, for some reason. “It makes the fans of the show sound insane!”

“I understood even less of that than I do of the baking terminology, honestly,” Matt admits, “but I think most of those people have the right idea.”

“You mean, hitting on Foggy via Twitter? You think that’s the right move in this situation?” Karen asks, and there’s some kind of play acting going on in her tone, like she’s goading Matt about something that Foggy doesn’t have the context for.

“I’m saying Foggy’s loveable,” Matt replies to her with an unexpected amount of heat. “I don’t know why he acts like he isn’t.”

Foggy blinks at them, feeling like he’s stepped into the middle of an old argument he didn’t know about. “Am I still a part of this conversation, or…?”

Karen’s expression clears first and she turns to Foggy with a reluctantly amused expression, like she doesn’t know what to do with him, he’s so silly. “Of course you are! Matt and I were just agreeing about how great we think you are! That’s all!”

“Yeah, sure,” Foggy replies. It sure as hell didn’t sound like two people agreeing on anything, but he’s willing to let it go. “Well, if I’ve learned anything from this uncomfortable incident, it’s that I should braid my hair more often.”

“And that you look good in that salmon-colored shirt,” Karen adds, helpfully.

“Which is too bad, because I spilled ink all over it a few weeks ago.”

“Writing with a quill again?” Matt asks, innocently.

“No, I was helping Ruthie,” Foggy says, rolling his eyes when Matt’s smiles stupidly at his own joke. “Her newest hobby is calligraphy.”

“I thought she was into knitting now?” Karen says.

“Old news,” Foggy replies. “I’m just praying her next kick is baking so it can be something I’m even remotely good at.”

“I suppose it’s too much to ask that she gets really interested in reading up on legal precedent, huh?” Matt asks, thoughtfully.

“Yeah, probably,” Foggy laughs. “The point is, my magical salmon shirt that apparently makes me irresistible to random people on the Internet is out of commission.”

“Oh, well,” Karen sighs. “You’ll just have to subsist on the attentions of your local admirers.”

Foggy takes a sip of his beer. “I wasn’t aware I had any of those,” he says.

“Probably a lot more than you think,” she says, and she’s giving Matt another one of those weird looks again. Foggy decides it’s probably safer not to ask, and resolves to change the subject instead.

#i don't know what this is but it's done i tell youuu hwhat #it does not work that well for the prompt but what can you do #hws30days #homelywenchsociety #that's my writing tag! don't worry about it!#bakeoff au #the gbbo au #mattfoggy #daredevil #foggy nelson #matt murdock #karen page #writing challenge #series: how sweet it is

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this is what i have to do- j.yh

title; and i won't be far from where you are if ever you should call, you meant more to me than anyone i've ever loved at all but you taught me how to trust myself and so i say to you, this is what i have to do

notes; part of the subtle variations of heartbreak drabble series. drabbles are not released in chronological order, but they will be added to the masterlist as chronologically as possible

“my mom won’t be home until later tonight.” you whisper breathlessly against yunho’s lips as he cups your jaw with one hand firmly, to kiss you even deeper because nothing is ever enough with you, he always needs you closer.

“yeah?” yunho asks, cheekily slotting his body between your legs. his elbows are holding him up above you and he looks you over, feeling his chest cave in from the devastation of what is to come.

there are tan lines on your shoulders from your bathing suit and your freckles that usually are more visible during the summer time are littering the bridge of your nose, your long hair falling across the pillow below you. the small tank top you had on showed off hardened nipples and pretty collarbones and my god, yunho was so fucking in love with you.

he was so in love with you and he will have to leave you soon. tomorrow is the day, he reminds himself.

“mhm,” you reach up to nip at his jawline and he bites his lip to stop himself from groaning at the feeling of your hot mouth on his sensitive skin. “she’s always going on these one-day trips with her friends nowadays.”

“that’s nice.” yunho liked your mom but if he was honest, he couldn’t give a shit where she spent her time. the main point was that she won’t be home until later.

which meant sex.

you’ve been having lots of sex this summer, ever since the first time in the back of his dad’s car where yunho embarrassed himself by not even lasting a full minute. he likes to think how he has gotten better at it by now.

you gasp when yunho swipes his tongue over your pulse point, your hand getting tangled in his dark hair in that way that he liked. you always made him feel so fucking loved and wanted.

“i have condoms.” you say quietly, cheeks turning red and yunho has to bite back a smile of pure endearment.

“where did you get condoms?” he teases you, pinching your cheeks gently with a small laugh when you swat his hand away.

usually he was the one who would bring the condoms. for his first time, he stole them from san’s friend who was older than the rest. now, he’s mature enough to actually go and purchase them at a gas station. with a bunch of snacks and gum to seems as inconspicuous as possible, of course.

“i...bought them.” you mumble and he snickers again knowing very well that you didn’t buy them.

“you bought them?” yunho teases and you cast your eyes to the side.

“nari’s sister bought them...” you correct yourself and yunho wants to melt into your embrace because you’re so fucking cute. he loves you.

“well, do you want to use them?” yunho asks with a gentle smile, “ you do know that your mom would kill me and then you if she found out we had sex in your room, right?”

“but she’s not here!” you whine and one look at your doe eyes and pinched brows is enough for yunho to break but you don’t stop there. “i want you to fuck me right now.”

“i...” he starts, something getting caught at the back of his throat. something he will probably need to scream out somewhere where no one could hear him later on tomorrow, after everything is over. “alright.”

“alright.” you grin with a cute nod underneath him before pulling his lips down to yours.

a small moan escapes him when your sweet tongue prods between his lips and soon after that, yunho is lost in you.

you’re so soft and warm beneath him, so sweet and compliant to everything he does. so sensitive and responsive to the simplest touch and yunho can’t help but want to ruin you.

he pops his lips away from the skin of your neck, admiring the red mark which will surely blossom into a hickey by tomorrow and easily slides the tiny, cotton tank top off of your body and throws it somewhere to the floor.

your moan is the absolute sweetest as yunho latches his lips to your nipple, his other hand cupping your other breast, thumb playing with the nipple.

yunho can feel his heart rattle against his ribcage as he trails his lips down your soft stomach. this will be the last time he has you like this.

“yunho.” you mewl, back arching slightly off of the mattress and closer to his hold.

soon, the matching cotton shorts along with your panties are discarded and joined the tank top on the floor and yunho sucks in a breath, admiring you. pink and wet and tight, just the sole image of it makes him almost bust.

as he trails his lips down the inner parts of your thighs, soaking up moan after moan that leaves your mouth, yunho’s hands greedily explore your soft skin from your perky ass to pretty tits even up to your neck. everywhere he could reach before his lips finally travel to where he knows you want him most.

when he was a complete virgin, yunho didn’t think he’d like eating pussy this much. his friends never really talked about it and if by some off chance they did mention going down on a girl, it wouldn’t be anything special apparently but after going down on you for the first time at that new year’s eve party- yunho learned that his friends were fucking losers.

he didn’t know if it was your pussy or pussy in general but the action of eating you out was almost his favorite part of sex. yunho didn’t know much about his kinks yet, he was barely learning his likes and dislikes with sex but he did know that he liked having you under his control. he loved seeing you blab nonsense as he went down on you and he loved feeling your thighs tighten around his head.

but the control was the biggest fucking turn on. you were so good when he had you like this, so obedient.

his tongue skips past your slit catching the taste of you before latching onto your clit and it makes you let out the loudest moan yet. he looks up as he works you with his tongue and the image almost drives him wild.

your back is arched, tits perky and on display and your head thrown back as you fist the pillow under your head, moans and cute whines leaving you. your hips move lightly against his face and yunho pulls you closer by your hips so you can feel his tongue even better.

his hand engulf your inner thighs and squeeze them firmly before soothing the sensation by running his hands over them. yunho realizes that other guys will see you like this one day, it won’t be just him anymore.

so, he indulges deeper. hungrier. with a need to prove that you will never find someone to make you feel as good as he can. and this time it’s not just his tongue flicking over you, but his whole mouth swallowing and exploring every part of your pussy.

“yunho-oh, fuck!” you whine, pushing up against his lips and it makes him smile as he licks up your slit.

he licks and sucks and flicks until he finds out how your pussy contracts when he licks your clit with the flat of his tongue. and you repeat your moans, the chants of his name and he knows there’s the wave in your stomach that’s building and building each passing second until you can’t take anymore.

“’m gonna cum soon if you don’t stop.” your voice is breathless and with a rasp as you speak and yunho pulls away with one last lick to your clit that makes your hips jolt.

“where did you put the condoms?” he whispers, brows raising in question and you sit up with a hum and move over the bed and towards your nightstand to pull out a condom.

yunho is quick at discarding his shirt, his shorts and boxers follow closely behind and he groans lowly when you kiss up his neck. how is he supposed to leave you? how is he supposed to let someone else have you like this?

he rolls the condom on and looks down at you. you’re already laying on the bed with legs spread and waiting and it makes his dick pulse in his hand. he moves closer, rubbing the tip up and down your wet pussy a couple of times.

“you ready?” he whispers, placing an elbow near your head so he can lean down to you easier. when you wordlessly nod, yunho presses a kiss to your temple and slowly slips in.

“oh.” you breathe out and yunho let’s out a groan until he’s bottomed out.

“move. m-move, please.” you whisper, hands gripping his shoulders and yunho nods, lips brushing along your cheek as he starts snapping his hips into yours.

“fuck..” he murmurs, his jaw dropping slightly as he fastens his pace and you hold him tighter, head dropping back into the pillows as whine after whine and moan after moan escapes you.

yunho is absolutely embarrassed by the whine that escapes him the faster he snaps his hips against yours but he can’t help it because you’re so hot and wet and everything he ever wanted and needed.

your hand sneaks down between your bodies to rub at your clit and yunho is quick to push it away and replace it with his own, gently rubbing the little bundle of nerves while keeping up with his thrusts as he takes a look at your face.

“like that?” he stutters out and you nod quickly, mumbling something he can’t distinguish.

your moans turn high pitched with each thrust and you hold him tighter, tears sliding down your cheeks until your tumbling over the edge, clenching around his length so hard that it has him bursting right after.

you breathe heavily underneath him as he lays on top of you, face buried in your neck.

“wow...” you sigh out brokenly, “i didn’t know it could be like that..”

“it was good?” he mutters, picking his head up to look at you and feeling a pinch of pride when you nod tiredly.

yunho rolls off of you and after you’re both cleaned up and somewhat dressed, you snuggle against each other again.

yunho feels his eyes burn and throat constrict in the comfortable silence because holy fuck, this is the last time. there’s no more after this, he’s supposed to break up with you tomorrow and then leave for college almost a week earlier than planned just so he can try and make it somewhat easier on both of you.

so he talks, yunho can’t even remember what he’s rambling about. like a child, he switches from topic to topic just so the silence is filled up and his tears are kept at bay and as always in tune with him, you easily follow the conversation with a content smile as you pull yourself closer into him.

when tomorrow comes, jeong yunho breaks his first love’s heart and leaves her crying, sitting on a swing in a playground. he takes the long way home and after he enters his room (almost an hour after you returned to your house next door), he notices the curtains on your window pulled shut for the first time ever and he cries.

#yunho x reader #ateez x reader #ateez angst #yunho smut

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Final Summer at the Cabin ~ Nolan Patrick

Summary: The small community of summer cabins was where you and Nolan met and where every summer you grew closer and closer. After some time apart your history is tested when Nolan invites Travis up to visit.

Word Count: ~3.8k

Warnings: drinking

A/N: This is quite rushed but I wanted to get something finished because I’ve been promising to do that for awhile. I also know that the whole Nolan/Travis friend dynamic was played out in fics like 4 years ago but I didn’t want to put too much thought into another friend for the fic.

Picking up a pair of jeans from the pile of clean laundry on the end of your bed you fold them carefully before dropping them into a large box on your bedroom floor. “I don’t know, mom. I should just start looking for jobs once I get back,” you say, your phone on speaker sitting next to your pile of laundry.

“You have your whole life ahead of you to look for jobs. Just come spend spend the summer at the cabin with us. You know, you may not have a whole summer off to spend there for a long time once you get a job.”

The cabin. Summer at the cabin. It brought back incredible memories from your childhood. As soon as school would wrap up for the year you would pack up every article of summer clothing you owned and pile into the car with your parents to drive an hour up to the cabin on the lake that your parents had bought the year you started kindergarten. The little community held many memories and a few close friends, other kids of families who owned cabins to occupy during the hottest months of the year.

But after high school you moved away for university and between jobs and internships and summer courses you were never able to make it up to the cabin for more than a long weekend here or there.

“I don’t know, I-.”

“I heard through the grapevine that Nolan is going to be there this summer,” your mom cuts in.

Dropping the sweater you were in the midst of folding you stare at the screen of your phone. “And what does that mean?”

“Well I know you too had so much fun together every summer and you haven’t gotten to see each other for a few years so I thought you might like to see him again.” You wait a second and before you have the chance to say anything your mom continues on. “And that last summer you were both there the whole time, you two were really cute together. Maybe you could revisit that.”

Your mom was always a big fan of Nolan. But you didn’t expect one summer fling to leave such a lasting impression on her. “It was one summer, mom. Not even the whole summer either, and it was barely anything. We made out a whole bunch over like a month and a half, not exactly the stuff of romance novels now is it?”

“It was a month and a half after you having a crush on him your whole life.”

“Oh my god, I’m not coming to spend three months at a cabin to see a boy I had a crush on when I was like seventeen.”

“Fine, when you put it like that,” your mom begins, huffing loudly. “At least come up to see your family then. You don’t have to stay for the whole summer if you don’t want, just come for a bit.”

“Okay, I will.”

Two weeks later and you’re sitting on the beach in front of your cabin with a can of vodka soda and a book, working on the beginning of your summer tan. The sun was hot on your skin that was glistening with a layer of sunscreen. Just as you go to turn the page you hear a voice calling your name. Turning your head you shield your eyes from the sun to see the figure approaching you. Tall and handsome as always you can’t help the smile that spreads on your lips.

“Heard a rumour you would be here,” you call as Nolan gets closer before dropping down onto the sand beside you.

“I’m not the one who hasn’t shown up the last three years,” Nolan teases. “Congratulations on graduating, I ran into your mom on the way down, she said you graduated with honours.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Of course that would be one of the first things she says to you,” you giggle. “It’s really not that big of a deal.”

“It’s a big enough deal to keep you so busy you couldn’t even come back to see us over the summers.”

Groaning dramatically you tip your head back to look up at the sky. “Everyone is really on my ass about that,” you laugh. “Anyway, how long are you sticking around here for?”

“I have to head back for training camp at the end of August.”

“You mean I have to put up with you for three whole months?” You can’t help but notice the way your stomach feels alive with butterflies sitting next to him next to the beach and joking like you hadn’t been separated for years.

Nolan laughs at that, shaking his head. “I’m the one who has to put up with you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You scoff.

“Who rubs your sunscreen onto your back every hour? Or the aloe when you end up burning anyway? I can’t even remember the amount of times I’ve had to take care of you when you had a few too many drinks, and-.”

“Okay, stop,” you laugh, reaching over and playfully pushing Nolan to get him to stop teasing you.

“Okay, okay,” Nolan chuckles, standing up and reaching his arms down to grasp your hands. “Let’s go get ice cream.”

Gathering the items you had at the beach you drop them off on the patio on the way up the road to the tiny little store in the centre of the community that sold everything from ice cream to fishing tackle.

“Any plans tomorrow?” You ask, walking along the sidewalk next to Nolan.

“My friend from when I used to play in Philly is coming up for a bit tonight so we’re going to go fishing tomorrow.”

“I see,” you hum. “Who, um, who’s your friend?”

“Travis,” Nolan tells you, pulling the door to the convenience store open, the bell above the door jingling to announce your arrival. “Are you still on that strawberry ice cream kick?”

Looking up at Nolan you feel a small smile growing on your lips, that he would remember that the only ice cream you would eat the last summer the two of you were here was the strawberry swirl ice cream. “It’s not a kick, Nolan. It’s a lifestyle.”

Walking up the counter Nolan orders and pays for both of your ice creams before the two of you wander slowly back to your cabin, taking the time to catch up on everything you had missed the last few years. “Bonfire tonight?’ You suggest as you get back to the cabin, sitting on the steps that look out onto the lake.

“Absolutely,” Nolan replies without hesitation. After awhile Nolan heads over to his family’s cabin when he gets a text from Travis that he had arrived. Heading back inside you spend a little extra time showering and doing your hair and makeup. You knew you shouldn’t care about what you looked like. Nothing was going to happen with you and Nolan, that ship had long ago sailed and he had definitely grown out of your league.

Once the sun had set Nolan sent you a text to let you know that the fire was going and to come over whenever. After gathering some drinks you head down the short path that connected his cabin to yours and down to the beach where a small group of people were standing around the fire.

“Hey,” Nolan calls and you drop your bag of drinks onto the sand before walking over to him. “This is Travis,” Nolan introduces you to the guy standing next to him.

“You must be Y/N,” Travis says. “Heard a lot about you.”

“Oh god,” you groan, looking over at Nolan. “Hopefully not terrible stuff.”

“Not terrible,” Travis jokes. “Do you want a drink?” He asks, gesturing to your empty hands.

“Oh, I brought some,” you tell him, walking back over and grabbing a drink from your bag.

Eventually everyone finds seats around the fire, Travis in between you and Nolan. After a few drinks and a lot of small talk Travis turns his attention to you.

“So are you coming fishing tomorrow?”

Shaking your head you finish off your watermelon white claw. “I wasn’t invited,” you tell him jokingly. It wasn’t untrue but you didn’t mean for it to come off as anything other than a joke.

“Well I think we could probably change that,” Travis tells you, glancing over at Nolan who was very evidently pretending not to listen to the conversation you two were having.

“I’m not much of a fishing….person,” you inform him, leaning back on your hands as you stare ahead of you at the fire.

“You don’t have to fish,” Travis says. “Just come on the boat and look pretty.”

Giggling you turn your head to look up at him. “I think I can get on board with that.”

“Perfect,” Travis chuckles.

As the night continues on you talk more and more with Travis, getting to know him a little better. At least as well as you can get to know someone once you’re both drunk and giggling at almost everything that’s being said.

“Well I should probably call it a night soon if I’m coming out on the boat tomorrow,” you eventually say, gathering up your empties into a bag that Nolan had brought down from the cabin.

“How far is your place?” Travis asks, stumbling to his feet.

“Not far,” you tell him, pointing up the beach to the path. “Just up there.”

“Let me walk you,” Travis suggests.

You’re a little taken aback by the offer but you nod in agreement a moment later. Crouching down you wrap your arms around Nolan who was still sitting on the ground. Your chest was pressed to his back and you rest your head on his shoulder. “See you tomorrow,” you whisper in his ear.

Nolan reaches up and squeezes your hand. “Have a good sleep,” he mumbles.

“Thank you.” Leaning over you kiss his cheek gently before standing back up.

“And don’t be late tomorrow,” Nolan calls after you, knowing your track record of sleeping in during the summer.

Walking next to Travis you feel a slight tension between the two of you. “So, what’s your deal with Nolan?” Travis finally asks.

“Hm?” You hum, broken from your trance. Looking up at Travis you wait for him to go on.

“You know, like, are you two more than just, uh, friends?”

“We, um, yeah…I mean, no, we’re just friends.” You contemplate spilling the truth, that you seemed to still have feelings for Nolan after all these years, that Nolan had been your first real crush, that the two of you spent a month and a half together, happily spending every waking moment together.

“Oh,” Travis says and you can’t tell if it’s doubt or surprise in his voice.

As your cabin appears in view you point towards it. “Well, this is it,” you tell Travis. “Thank you for walking me back.”

“No problem,” Travis tells you. “So, there really is nothing happening with you and Nolan?”

“No,” you giggle, leaning against the railing to your deck. “I mean, we did, you know…but that was years ago.”

“Hooked up?” Travis presses.

“No, we never had sex. It was the summer after high school, I was still a virgin and kinda scared to lose it. But we spent the last part of the summer kind of…together, I guess,” you mumble, the alcohol making the words slur together.

“Oh…shit,” Travis mutters. “So you were actually something, not just a hookup.”

“I guess,” you shrug, staring down at the ground in hopes that Travis wouldn’t notice the way your heart ached at the thought of you and Nolan once being something, something that no longer existed between the two of you.

“So earlier when I asked if you were more than just friends?” Travis pries.

“We are…we’re just friends now. I promise, we’re just friends now.”

“Okay,” Travis says, leaning into the railing on the opposite side of the stairs that you were standing on. The two of you hold eye contact for a few moments beyond what feels casual.

Finally you look towards the door, your whole body swaying with intoxication. “I guess I should go inside.”

Travis nods, stepping back from the cabin. “Goodnight.”

Stepping up a few stairs you glance back at Travis. “See you tomorrow.”

The next morning you power through a bottle of water, a couple advil and a pancake breakfast that your mom had made before heading down the dock where you were meeting Nolan and Travis.

“Good morning,” you call as you approach the boat, a cooler bag with drinks and snacks over one shoulder, another one with a towel, book, and sunscreen in your other hand.

“Good morning,” Travis replies, catching the bowline that Nolan throws with noticeably unnecessary force. “We get it, you’re strong,” Travis quips, though Nolan fails to respond to it.

“Someone seems grumpy,” you tease as you get closer, swinging your bags into the boat.

“I’m not grumpy,” Nolan mutters, hoping into the boat and extending his hand out to yours to help your into the boat.

Reaching over you take his hand, letting him support you as you drop down into the boat. “Nolan, seriously, are you okay?” You ask quietly, standing so close to him that you were almost touching.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” he nearly snaps, reaching over and turning the key in the ignition, the sound of the engine coming to life one of the only sounds on the morning lake.

“Okay,” you mumble, sitting down on one of the seats opposite him, your eyes finding Travis who was looking at you with equal levels of confusion. Sure, Nolan wasn’t the most chipper person, but he would almost never snap at you like that.

Shortly after you’re floating halfway across the lake, the engine turned off as Travis and Nolan sit in silence with their fishing rods in the water. You can’t help but feel like maybe you shouldn’t have come, feeling like you were interrupting the fishing trip. Taking your book out of your bags you pull your legs up onto the seat you were in, hoping if you made yourself as small as possible while involving yourself in your own activity Travis and Nolan could at the very least talk.

When you finally look up from your book your eyes connect with Nolan and you wonder how long he’s been staring at you. Smiling gently you see the corners of his lips fight against a smile of their own. “You two don’t seem to be getting very lucky,” you comment, hoping to break the tense silence.

“We need a good luck charm,” Travis chuckles.

“And what would your good luck charm be?” You inquire, setting your book down.

“Why don’t you come closer and see if it’s you,” Travis suggests.

Rolling your eyes playfully you stand up, walking to the stern of the boat and sitting down on the seat between Nolan and Travis. “So, like, how long does this usually take?”

“Awhile,” Nolan deadpans.

“Oh my god, Nolan, I’m going to throw you overboard,” you burst out jokingly. “You’re being so fucking cranky so either tell me what your problem is or drop it,” you tell him.

“I told you I’m fine,” Nolan insists. “Now you need to drop it, you weren’t even supposed to come today.”

“Jesus, man, you don’t have to be so mean to her,” Travis chimes in.

“I’m not being mean,” Nolan defends. “I just didn’t invite you here for you to hang out with Y/N this whole week.”

“You know what, just take me back to the dock, I’ll go home.” Standing up you walk over to your bag, stuffing your belongings back into it while trying to blink away the tears that were forming in your eyes. You hated yourself for getting upset about something so inconsequential, but the thought of Nolan not wanting to spend time with you after so long was heartbreaking.

“Y/N, no, wait,” Nolan huffs, standing up and walking over to you. “I didn’t, I didn’t mean, I’m sorry, that came out wrong, I want to spend time with you.”

Nolan’s hand lands on your arm but you swing back and shake him off the second it does. “Don’t touch me,” you mutter, zipping your bag shut and dropping it onto the ground. You refused to turn around till Nolan had stepped back, hoping that if there was even a foot of distance between the two of you he wouldn’t notice your glossy eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Nolan repeats, this time his voice is softer, almost pleading.

“It doesn’t matter, Nolan. I didn’t mean to get in the way of your boys trip so please just take me back so you two can hang out.”

“I don’t want you to go,” Nolan whispers, gently turning you around so you were facing him. “I really don’t.”

“Then why are you being mean?” You whisper, wiping away the tears that had pooled in your waterline.

“I didn’t mean to be, I’m sorry,” Nolan tells you, pulling you into his chest. You can’t help but give in, wrapping your arms around him, letting him hold you in a tight embrace. “Would it be mean if I threw you into the water right now?”

Scoffing you push him away, giggling. “Yes, that would be so mean.”

“You threatened to do it to me first,” Nolan defends with a chuckle.

“But I didn’t do it,” you point out, sitting back down and reaching for your book again.

The tension dissipates slightly after that, though you spend most of the morning reading and sipping coolers in your own little world on the boat. That was until you started to pull off your t-shirt and shorts, exposing your bikini clad body. “What?” You ask, noticing Nolan glancing over at you.

“Are you going in?”

Shaking your head you sit back down, adjusting the straps of your bikini. “No, it’s just hot.”

“Okay,” Nolan mutters, turning his attention back to where his fishing rod was hanging over the side of the boat while you stare at him curiously for a few more minutes.

A few hours later neither Nolan or Travis had caught anything and the three of you decided to head back in to spend some time on the beach instead. Spreading your towel out on the sandy beach you pull your sunscreen from your bag, glancing over at Nolan. “Can you put some on my back, please?”

“Yeah, give me a minute,” he replies, in the midst of spreading out his own towel.

Travis steps closer, taking the sunscreen from your hands. “I’ll do it,” he offers.

“No,” Nolan suddenly snaps, turning around and staring at Travis. “No, you can’t.”

“What?” Travis asks.

“Why?” You add at the same time.

“Stop, stop fucking flirting with her, Travis. It’s pissing me off,” Nolan says, eyes glued on Travis.

“I’m not, man. I just offered to put sunscreen on for her,” Travis defends, hands raised in front of him.

“That’s bullshit, you’ve been flirting with her since you met her and you need to cut it out, she’s mine and you need to back off.”

You feel your breath get caught in your throat when you hear Nolan call you his. Because it wasn’t true, but you wanted it to be so badly. But you couldn’t handle him being possessive after so many years of not being anything but friends. “What?” You whisper.

“No, shit, I didn’t mean, I just,” Nolan stammers but you’re already gathering your things. “Y/N, wait, I didn’t mean that, I mean, not like that. We just, we have a history and he’s my friend and just-.”

“Save it, Nolan, I’m going home.” Quickly scurrying up the beach you refrain from looking back, not slowing down till you’re at the front steps of your cabin, your eyes meeting your mom who was sitting on the front deck with a drink in her hand.

“Everything okay?” Your mom asks, noticing your frazzled appearance.

Shaking your head you collapse into the chair beside her, recounting the events of the afternoon.

“And how do you feel about it?” She asks.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. “I think I, um, might still have feelings for him. But he can’t claim me like, as his if he’s not going to, you know, actually make me his.”

“So you do want to be with him.”

“I didn’t say that.” Sitting up straighter you look over at her with wide eyes. “I didn’t say that.”

“Sounds a bit like you did.” Your mom brings your drink to her lips, taking another drink. “I’m going to get dinner started, you want to help?”

Nodding you get to your feet, heading inside to the welcome distraction of making dinner. After dinner you have a couple more drinks with your mom while watching reruns of the bachelor till she heads to bed. As you’re getting ready for bed you hear a gentle knock on the front door of the cabin.

“Nolan,” you say quietly when you open the front door. “What’s going on?”

“I wanted to talk, to apologize, I guess.”

Leaning against the doorframe you wait for him to go on.

“I guess I was jealous, seeing the way Travis was talking to you last night. I really thought he was flirting and then you two left together and you know…”

“No,” you shake your head, arms crossed over your chest. “I don’t know.”

“Obviously you guys hooked up, you left drunk together, I know what happens, I’m not dumb. And-.”

“Nols,” you interrupt, reaching over and placing your hand on his forearm. “We didn’t hook up, we didn’t do anything.”

“You didn’t?”

“No,” you laugh, shocked that he would even think that. “We walked back, he asked me about you and I and then I went to bed. I wouldn’t do that, Nolan. He’s your friend and we used to be…whatever we were. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Oh,” Nolan mutters, his cheeks bright red. “Is that the only reason you wouldn’t?”

Swallowing heavily you shake your head. “No,” you whisper, taking a step closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” Nolan whispers, his hands ghosting over your hips, waiting for permission.

“Yes.” Reaching up you slide your hands along his shoulders, one hand finding its way to the back of his neck as he leans down, lips pressing against yours gently. It only takes a couple seconds before the kiss grows heated, your hands grasping at his t-shirt, fingers curling into the soft fabric. “Nolan,” you whisper against his lips.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Nolan whispers, with the same sweetness that he showered you with the summer you two were together.

“I can’t do this again, not if it’s just going to end in August.”

Nolan presses his lips to your forehead before tugging you into a tight hug. “What if it doesn’t have to?”

“Then that’s different,” you mutter into his chest, wiggling a little more space between the two of you in order to lean up and kiss him again. “Then this is exactly what I want.”

#nolan patrick #nolan patrick fanfic #nolan patrick fanfiction #nolan patrick imagine #nolan patrick one shot #nhl fanfiction #nhl one shot #nhl fic #nhl imagines #nhl fanfic #Hockey Fanfiction #hockey fanfic #hockey fic #hockey imagines

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samsexualdeancurious · 11 months

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Twenty-Five Hours

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 823

Summary: It’s twenty-five hours from the bunker to her front door.

Warnings: Long-distance relationship, fem identifying reader

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It’s twenty-five hours from the bunker to her front door.

They don’t hunt in Massachusetts very often these days. Dean’s not as up for long drives and they’ve been hunting closer and closer to home as a result. Sam’s back and knees don’t mind but his heart does as the time since the last time he saw Y/N stretches on and on.

“It’s okay,” she murmurs during a late-night video chat. They’re both lying on their sides in bed, looking at each other the way they would if he was there and not here. “I understand. It’s a long way to go.”

“No distance is too long if you’re at the end of it,” Sam replies and she smiles shyly.

He knows she’s hurting just as much as he is, though. Lots of people do long-distance relationships but that knowledge doesn’t make this any easier. Sam’s always been a hands-on lover. His relationship with Jess was a lot of handholding, hugs from behind while she cooked breakfast, her legs draped over his on the couch while they both studied. He and Dean - they’re not really huggers. Never have been. He’s never had an issue with the lack of physical contact their life brings, either, until now.

It’s been almost four months since he last saw Y/N when he finally sinks into the passenger seat of the Impala and Dean turns her east. Dean has decided he’s “sick of Sam’s moping” - Sam is not moping - and he found what looks like a ghost a few towns over. Claire is in the area, apparently, so he’s going to drop Sam off at Y/N’s and meet up with Claire. The young hunter had whined about being able to take care of herself when Dean presented her with his plan but the whining had quickly turned to teasing when Dean revealed the reason for Sam sitting this one out.

Worth it, Sam decides as he rolls the window down and a warm Kansas summer wind whips through his hair.

Twenty-five hours is nothing when he knows Y/N is waiting for him at the finish line.

Sam’s lower back aches by the time the Impala turns down Y/N’s street. It’s evening, the sun sitting low in the sky and casting long shadows across the perfectly manicured lawns. Sam’s heart races as Dean parks in front of her little blue house.

“Go get her,” Dean says with a grin and a wink while Sam twists to grab his duffel from the backseat.

“You’re gross. Keep me updated on the case, all right? I can come up if you need me-”

“We won’t need you. It’s just a ghost, Sam. I’ve ganked hundreds of ghosts and Claire got at least a couple dozen under her belt. We’ll be fine.”

“Still-”

“Sam. Go kiss your hot girlfriend and get laid. Maybe it’ll loosen you up a bit.”

Sam flips his brother off and gets out of the car.

He hears Olly’s bark before he’s even reached the porch, starting quiet from the back of the house and getting louder as the dog rushes to the door.

“Olly!” a familiar voice shouts and his heart leaps into his throat. “Shush!”

The door swings open moments after he knocks and Y/N gasps, gazing up at him. Her grip on Olly’s collar loosens and the big black dog snakes past her legs to jump up on Sam.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Sam says with a grin as he fends off Olly’s huge paws and slobbery kisses.

Reality sets in at his words and she gives a little shriek of joy, leaping forward to yank him into a kiss. Olly dances around them, tail a whirl of excitement. Sam grins and holds her close to him. She fits so perfectly in his arms, just like always, and he never wants to let her go.

At least for this weekend, he doesn’t have to.

“You asshole,” she says without any heat when they break for air. She gives his chest a light shove but then kisses him again. “How-?”

“Dean got sick of me,” Sam says with a chuckle as she pulls both him and the dog inside.

“His loss.” She’s beaming and Sam’s pretty sure he looks just as happy. He feels just as happy. “How long are you here?”

“At least the next few days, maybe longer if Dean finds something to keep busy with.”

“There’s a car show next week. I’ll send him the website.”

“You’re a genius.”

“A genius who’s missed her man. C’mere. You drove twenty-five hours to see him and I plan to make every minute of that trip worth it.”

Just having her in his arms makes that trip worth it but as she distracts Olly with an enrichment toy and tumbles Sam onto her bed, he knows he’s not going to complain at all about whatever her mind thinks a twenty-five-hour drive is worth.

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sitp-recs · 2 years

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Hidden Gems by @lqtraintracks

Happy happy birthday LQT! You’ve been a dear friend for some time, and a gem of an author I’ve admired for even longer. After many recs and lists I loved the challenge of coming up with new ideas to celebrate you! I hope this little gift makes your smile. I am particularly proud of this banner btw - not that anyone asked but my inspiration (beyond the shining gems) was LQT’s connection to music, my love for the brilliant and breathtaking Teddy/Bill & Teddy/James like the lost lyrics of a song suddenly remembered (watch me sneakily adding recs that didn’t make to this list!!’) and also, I love how guitar aesthetics resemble feminine curves which is of course a subtle nod to LQT’s equally brilliant and sexy femslash catalogue. Thank you for being you, this warm, passionate and gentle soul, for being such a role model in this fandom and a caring, generous friend! We’re all lucky to have you here 💜

As everyone knows LQT is incredibly prolific and talented, and there’s SO MUCH to explore in their catalogue. I want to highlight a few short fics that didn’t get a lot of buzz over the years that I personally love and might have gone under most people’s radar, including both Drarry and rare pairs of course. Here’s a mix of tropes and ships that showcase their brilliant mind and versatility, not to mention the inimitable talent for self-indulgent smut!!! No one explores pleasure + tender vulnerability in PWPs like LQT and I’m sure everyone will be able to find something kinky special to meet their tastes. Don’t forget to give these shorts some love, and feel free to reblog this adding your own LQT favorites!

Drarry:

Into You Like a Bludger (E, 500 words) - one of the best drabbles I’ve ever read, so much character and story within 500 words! Watch smitten Draco finally get what he wants deserves through everyone’s knowing eyes.

Everybody knows that Draco wants Harry loves the Appleby Arrows.

Finite Incantatem (E, 1.8k) - I live for this brand of fuck buddies with banter!!! Scorching hot with delightful dialogue, plus bondage and come play, we love to see it!!

Quidditch star, Harry Potter; Auror, Draco Malfoy; alcohol. Is it any wonder they can't keep their hands mouths off each other?

Duel (E, 2.2k) - I’m a simple woman who cannot resist this delicious combo of Headmaster Harry, shower sex and armpit kink okay 😳 here’s peak humor, intense fucking and sweet vulnerability underneath it all, as per!

Harry is headmaster of Hogwarts. The last thing he needs is yet another Malfoy obsession running his life. He needs his work and his wanking, and he'll be fine.

On Your Way (M, 2.4k) - one of my favourite comfort fics, soft lovers reunited and all that tenderness and sweet domesticity I love so much! Auror Harry, Professor Draco, Headmistress Hermione, love this life for them!

Draco waits for Harry to return from an Auror mission.

Make Whole the Ruined (E, 2.6k) - scar worship my beloved! A poignant and gorgeous Draco POV, really lovely characterization and scorching smut feat. bondage and spanking as we deserve!

How to explain that even though they'd never offered me any sensation before, good or bad, when Potter touches them, I'm electrified with the possibilities?

Rare pairs:

Worth It (E, 1k) - jfc exhibitionist Narcissa fucking all the young dudes at the Knight Bus under Ernie’s hungry gaze is so much hotter than I imagined, this is sinful🔥

Narcissa likes to slum it on the Knight Bus during the summer months when all those delectable boys are out of Hogwarts. At least, I think that's what's going on; it's all Ern pov. Cw: underage

Anything to Hide (T, 1.1k) - love this Harry/Teddy, superb 1st person POV, pining Harry, so much UST and longing I can barely breathe, plus a hopeful ending!

Harry struggles to be a good godfather on the 9 3/4. Cw: underage

Afterimage (E, 1.7k) - LQT made me see Ginny/Ron in a whole new light with Where Does It Hurt? and Afterimage just intensified the blow with unexpected devastation and melancholy. There’s heat, desperation and heartbreak all mixed with the irresistible wrongness of it all, yum!

Ron comes home drunk (again); Ginny takes care of him. Again. Cw: incest, drunk sex

90 Seconds (E, 1.8k) - sweet and delicious Harry/Teddy est relationship, I am obsessed with this playful Teddy teasing Harry in front of everyone! So very tender, extra bonus points for hot metamorphmagus sex!!!

It's Harry's birthday, and Teddy has teased him one too many times.

Rites of Passage (E, 2k) - a gorgeous and sexy string of little vignettes exploring Hermione & Millie’s relationship as they experience sex and feelings. Perfect storytelling, satisfying emotional arc and a lovely Millie voice!

Millicent and Hermione start an affair during eighth year.

Sirius' Mark (E, 2k) - one of my fave dirtybadwrong Sirry fics, deliciously kinky and emotionally devastating. A complex and brilliant exploration of how past relationships can haunt and define our lives forever. Endgame Drarry

They may only be together a few months, but the mark Sirius leaves on Harry's life will last. Cw: underage, MCD

Meant to Last (E, 2.4k) - incredibly hot Ron/Pansy with excellent smut and superb characterization, I love their voices and the intense heat, not to mention the gorgeous ending! Background Drarry as a treat

She was brutal in her love and in her hatred. God help whoever became the object of either one.

Sugar Wanna Kill Me Yet (E, 3k) - I don’t read Draco/Teddy often but this one is so excellent! I love their secret affair, the dynamics and the subtle angst explored through the metamorphmagus sex. That belt fastening scene still lives rent free in my mind…

This is their dance. This is their push and pull. This is how they move through life: Testing the people that purport to love them. Filling in the gaps. Looking for what's missing. Picking up the pieces. And what a fucking hot piece Draco has found in Teddy.

Nipple Clamps and Cinnamon Buns (E, 4.5k) - oof hands down one of the hottest Sirry fics I’ve ever read, kinky and tender with delicious wall sex, very creative sex toys and voyeur Remus, yes please!!!

In which Sirius is horny, Remus is scandalized, Harry is sort of caught in the middle, and everyone else is oblivious. Happy Christmas! Cw: underage

Like Love Itself (E, 5.3k) - superb angsty Al/James that hits me right in the feels. The devotion! The yearning! A sexy, tender and melancholy look into the tragedy that is falling in love with the one you love the most, a story only made possible due to LQT’s heartfelt and delicate writing.

Albus has spent his whole life chasing after James. It never occurred to him James might want to be caught.

#hidden gems s3 #happy birthday lqt! 🎉#drarry #rare pairs

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somethin-human · 9 months

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Sorry that I haven’t been posting art lately, anyway, my late night headcanons

Babe and Ash collectively have an unholy amount of stuffed animals.

Freelancer seems like the type of person to need to do something with their hands when they’re stressed so they either deep clean a portion of the apartment, or get into an arts and crafts mood.

Damian isn’t allowed in the pool during the summer because he will just turn it into a hot tub. Him and Huxley take advantage of that when it’s around autumn because it’s not too hot, but it’s also not as cold.

Darlin’ favorite weather is rain because they have an excuse to either stay inside, or piss off Sam by getting wet and muddy.

After hearing about Aaron’s past, Smartass would take him on little dates out to heal his inner child. Like they took him to Build A Bear for the first time and he felt so intimidated by all the options. He ended up settling on a really basic looking bear.

Sam, David, and Aaron probably have god tier singing voices, but no one has heard it before.

Guy has applied to work at several game stores and arcades during the end of his senior year of high school but for some reason, none of them hired him. He tried his damn hardest to stay out of food service but here he is lol.

(Based off the fact that I’ve recently made a giant whale shark plushie) Baby has walked into Ollie’s little office area in the apartment and he’s just on the floor, making a massive stuffed animal of some sort. They just give him a thumbs up and let him have his floor time.

Caelum will rift in randomly and just give Freelancer and Gavin a hug every so often and then rift out of the apartment like nothing happened.

Angel and David’s house I envision to be very spacious and minimalistic, like black and white, but Angel has an office in the upstairs and it’s all chaotic and artsy. That’s the only room that David won’t go cleaning because that’s their space to do whatever.

Babe is the autism to Ash’s ADHD

Angel and Sweetheart are the parent friends of the mates. Angel is chaotic and goofy, but they make sure everyone eats properly and gets enough rest. Sweetheart makes sure no one gets into trouble or does anything dumb.

Babe makes stickers for their online shop and sometimes they’ll randomly stick them onto Ash’s face when he’s doing something. Ash will sometimes also find stickers on his controllers and gaming consoles and he finds it absolutely adorable.

#redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted headcanons

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vsa-pieldepapel · 2 years

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Just saw your post of the timeline of break ups and whatnot with Kris, Susie, Ralsei and Noelle. Is there more information on Noelle's relationships with Catti / the other girlfriends + why she and Susie broke up, or Kris' fling with Berdly?

AHSJAHSJAHS “more information” im sorry it’s just really funny cause I just make this up for fun wheeze

I had already talked of Kris and Berdly being a little summer fling brief but happy and that’s all there is to it, really. Really fun if short lived relationship. Potentially could happen in the summer before Berdly enrols in college and that’s what breaks the relationship up, he sets off to do a career and shit and his future is uncertain and neither he or kris are in love enough to keep the fling up with him heading off

Susie and Noelle��s breakup… Susie does it, I’ve already talked of how their relationship escalates into unbearable toxicity. Despite Susie being the one to understand it has to end and taking the leap, it hurts her a lot. Near the end I think noelles insecurities pile up until she begins acting uncharacteristic, specifically becoming clingy and controlling. Yes I know ingame she is not like this with kris, but the point is precisely that shes so stressed over both internal and external shit that it pushes her to ugly extremes. Susie hates feeling chained and knows she’s gonna hurt her in an effort to feel “free” and ends it. Noelle genuinely feels like she’s losing the love of her life, as it tends to happen in first loves lol. Their relationship becomes a LOT nicer after this wound heals over, they get along better as friends.

The breakup is a hot mess. Noelle shops, drinks wine etc to get her mind off it and susie spends time with either rals or kris, beer/tea involved. (I see rals as being the one to dump kris, so she and rals have extended talks about liking someone and knowing things are going south lol mutual venting woah) (I think Noelle and kris similarly understand the perspective of being the person who got dumped)

Catti and Noelle have been friends before and their relationship being after the whole Susie debacle is partially influenced by Catti also being there to support her and shittalk susie post breakup and before they can forgive each other lol. However neither makes any moves until noelle feels better. It may last a decent chunk of time! I think Catti has some of the qualities noelle found attractive in susie minus the explosive trauma combination kek. Im not sure of what exactly would lead them to break up, honeslty relationships can end for so many reasons… may as well be one fell out of love I havent thought it thru

Girlfriends 3, 4 or even 5 are unnamed cause the hometown cast so far doesn’t have other women that occur to me as gfs…? I like to think Noelle goes to study law in college too, and some of the relationships may happen during this time. I see her as both flirty enough to have many a gf and prone to drama enough that some flings end fast. I also need to think of them further

#vsa answers #deltarune #noelle holiday #doodle

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metaphysiical · 1 year

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[ joe keery | cis man | he/him | thirty ] —— welcome to grimrose, plantagenet davenport. it’s cool that you’re here, you know. haven’t you heard of the history of this place… anyway, how’s being a local who has been in town for twenty years, especially since you spend most of your days as a mechanic at grimrose auto repair? also, not that it’s a bad thing, of course, but i’ve heard people say you can be a little destructive more than you are assertive… but that’s just coming from people who are bored here, i promise. to me, you remind me of basket case by green day and run down gas stations with fifty cent soda machines that somehow still work, worn out chuck taylors with a hole where the big toe is, and the constant belief in murphy’s law. hope to see you around, tadge.

pinterest | inspos: ray hall (panic), lip gallagher (shameless), ryan atwood (the oc), conrad fisher (the summer i turned pretty), hunter strawberry (hot summer nights), daemon targaryen (house of the dragon).

full name — plantagenet wayne davenport nickname(s) — tadge name meaning — a gardener, plant, or young tree age — thirty date of birth — may 18th place of birth — hood river, oregon current location — grimrose, new hampshire gender — cis man pronouns — he / him religion — atheist occupation — mechanic at grimrose auto repair education level — high school diploma residence — the leftover davenport legacy, in the paradise cove trailer park family — joseph davenport, grandfather, deceased & wayne davenport, father, imprisoned. travis davenport, younger half-brother & pam wilson, half-brothers mom. finances — as he would say, that’s none of your business spoken languages — english faceclaim / voiceclaim — joe keery

tw: alcoholism, mentions of neglect/abuse, prison

tadge davenport comes from a long line of criminals and trailer trash — and is more than happy to be the public bearer of that proud heritage. having been told his whole life that he is going nowhere, tadge’s strength comes in a nihilistic form — no future means no fear of what’s coming. he believes nothing good will ever happen to him.

his father was cuffed on his tenth birthday and he hasn’t seen him since. being sent off out of state will do that to you. tadge has heard the rumors of what his father may or may not have done to deserve life without parole, but he doesn’t seem to care. tadge grew up with his grandfather as his legal guardian and, right after his father’s arrest, he picked everything up and moved across the usa to a brand new town with cheap land.

tadge’s grandfather, big joe, was a drunk, of course, and not a nice one at that. thankfully, the old man croaked just a few days before tadge turned the legal age of eighteen, and the trailer the two lived at since they moved to town became his.

surprisingly, tadge did graduate high school, but hasn’t gone on any further. instead, he serves as a mechanic at the local auto repair, as well as overseeing some of his late grandfather’s business: davenport junk yard. made during the first few years they lived in grimrose, the junk yard was tadge’s very own playground. in high school, he began his work on his bike using old shit he found in the yard — the same bike he’s working on still to this day.

around 5 years ago, tadge finally decided to make a band with his buddy’s after messing around with his guitar with them. with more of an alternative rock vibe, 'lovers rock’ is enjoyed by a few people, and mostly so by tourists just looking for some extra entertainment. tadge doesn’t much care how popular they are, as long as they stop getting kicked out of the limited venues that grimrose has to offer.

headcanons — tw: prison, smoking

tadge is an older brother — which is still weird for him even after 5 years. and you’d think... how in the fuck does he have a half-brother when his mom is nowhere to be found and his dad is imprisoned ?? somehow, pam wilson ( a woman obsessed with wayne davenport ) found a way during a visit. tadge doesn’t like to think about it.

tadge’s biggest vice is smoking. he’s constantly stopping by any corner store he can find for a new pack.

there truly are no secrets as to why his hair is so big other than saving money by not getting it cut. he once let pam cut his hair after she moved in with infant travis, and tadge nearly made travis into an orphan just like him.

#╰ * 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐆𝐄. : intro. ⧽ sometimes my mind plays tricks on me .#grimrosehqs.intro

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redowlkitchen · 1 year

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Dulcimer Update: Unintentional Hiatus Edition

Hi friends,

It’s been a while since I’m made a dulcimer update here, but I have a few things I want to share, so here we are. :) Eventually, I’d like to turn this into a video on my YouTube channel. This is a good place to get my thoughts down first.

I took a break from playing dulcimer this fall.

This past summer, I had big plans for my dulcimer. I was going to play for at least an hour or two each day, learn tons of new pieces, record plenty of videos, and generally use my extra time to get ahead with the channel and further my skills as a player. Things started out well relatively well. I was booked to perform at a local farmers market in mid-July, so I was focused on polishing my current repertoire once school ended. Performing at a farmers market has been my goal for a long time, so I was thrilled to finally have an opportunity to do so.

However, after the market, I experienced what I can only describe as a musical collapse. All of a sudden, I wasn’t particularly interested in playing my dulcimer for any length of time. It took a lot of effort to get myself in front of my instrument, and a lot of times, I wouldn’t even make it through my warmup before I walked away. This wasn’t a practice rut. I’ve been in those before, and I’m pretty good at pulling myself out of them relatively quickly. This time though, my usual tricks didn’t work. This felt like something more. I decided to give myself a mindful "vacation” from my instrument. I had just reached a longtime goal in performing at the farmers market. Maybe I just had to reorganize my thoughts before I could continue. That week turned into two weeks, which turned into three. Even when I decided I just had to get back to it, I felt completely uninspired. I wasn’t interested in learning new tunes, not even Christmas pieces (I usually start at the beginning of August!--sorry neighbors), and I had very little to show my teacher during the few lessons we had during this time. (She was so patient with me and I really appreciate that.)

Once the school year started, it felt easy to explain away why I wasn’t playing my dulcimer. I was busy with work and I’m also in grad school. I didn’t have time to play, or if I did, I was way too tired from the long day. Most days, I would look at my dulcimer, say, “I should play today,” and then end up not playing. I didn’t like the feeling of ignoring my instrument. Back when I first started with the hammered dulcimer, I would play for a few months and then take a few months off before repeating the cycle again and again. I know how much skill you lose when you do that. (Plus, think of all the skills you’re simply not getting a chance to learn during that time. It’s a double loss.) Still, I just couldn’t get myself to play more than a few minutes at a time here and there--not enough to really do anything.

Everything finally clicked back into place a few weeks ago. I’m not entirely sure why and I’m not going to question it. I’m just happy to be playing! I does probably have something to do with the Christmas season though, as I truly do adore playing Christmas music on my dulcimer. Check out my latest recording!

Why did I effectively take a four month break from my hammered dulcimer when it’s something I feel passionate about and brings me joy? I don’t think I’ll ever really have a definitive answer, but I do have a few thoughts.

The farmers market had been my main instrumental goal for so long that maybe I didn’t have a “direction” to head after it was complete.

It gets ridiculously hot in my apartment during the summer. Maybe it was as simple as the heat killing my creative drive and then the time needed to “reboot.”

On a more serious note, my school year ended very badly in June. Maybe this was my mind’s way of lightening my load so that I could mentally recover.

Maybe I just honestly needed a break!

Whatever the reason for my latest dulcimer hiatus was, it feels really good to be back to daily practice! I’m enjoying my holiday music and I can’t wait to share it all with you--plus, all the new tunes I have in store for the New Year.

Any musicians out there reading this--have you ever gone through a hiatus like this? Do you know how it happened? How did you get back? I’d love to hear from you!

I hope everyone can enjoy the holiday season! Thanks for reading my extra long post. :)

#dulcimer update #hammered dulcimer #music #learning music

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