#mhm like pH

[danhengposting]

a couple of besties can be the current and previous incarnation of the same soul

[macfrog]

homesick

a cowboy like me one shot

oh, i missed these two. here's a little check-in on my favorite morally irresponsible outlaws.

pairing: dbf!joel miller x fem!reader

summary: you spend the weekend back home in austin with joel.

warnings: age gap (early 20s/late 40s), twinge of angst, piv sex in the shower (beware of slippage). you know the drill with these two. part of the cowboy like me universe, but can probably be enjoyed as a standalone.

word count: 6.3k

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“This is Joel Miller. I can’t come to the phone right now, so leave a message and I’ll get back to ya.”

You wait for the beep, pacing along a wall of steel cylinders. The laundromat is stifling, the machines’ drumming deafening. It’s eighty-something degrees out, and it’s only six o’clock.

“Pick up, Miller. Hello? Hello? I know you’re there. Can’t come to the –” you clear your throat, strum the twang in your vocal cords, “– Can’t come to the ph-owww-ne right n–”

The line clicks as he picks the handset up.

��Did you call just to make fun of me, kid?”

You halt, spinning on your heel. “So you were screening me?”

He scoffs. “Didn’t notice the time. I’ve been out back with Tommy.”

“Oh,” you mellow, tongue curling around your ice cream, “We don’t have to call right now, you know. I’m just doing laundry.”

“It is six there, right?”

“Yeah, but don’t let me keep you. Go hang with your brother.”

Joel sighs as he sinks back into his couch. “Keep me. He knows you were calling tonight. He’s probably outside fraternizing with the neighbor, anyway. Won’t even notice I’m gone. Laundry, huh?”

“Mhm.” You suckle on the lip of the waffle cone. “It’s a beautiful night, and I’m stuck being force-fed Mötley Crüe and watching a steel drum shred my panties.”

“Sounds like a good time to me.”

“Enough, cowboy.”

“I like Mötley Crüe,” he chuckles. “They got some hits under their belt.”

“Name five.”

“Five,” he says. “You’re asking a lot there, darlin’.”

“Of Mötley Crüe or of your memory, old man?”

Joel hums. “Should’ve seen that one coming, baby.”

You boost yourself up onto one of the dryers, swinging your legs. If there were anyone else in the laundromat, you’d care to hide your fluster – but you’re here on your own, and the man just melts you. All girlish and giggly, you feel his words swirl around your stomach like sweet honey.

“Tell me about your day,” you say, covering the flutter in your voice with another mouthful of ice cream.

“Well,” Joel says, “weather’s fine, work’s fine. Almost done with that renovation for your favorite clients.”

You gasp. “The old couple with the cats?”

He grumbles. “That’s them. They still hate me, by the way.”

“The couple, or the cats?”

“…Jury’s out.”

You snicker.

“Then, uh, I called Sarah, had some dinner, and now here I am talkin’ to you.”

“Hm. I’m your favorite part, right? I’m your favorite part of today?”

Joel pauses, breathing for a moment. Slow, quiet, but sure, he says: “You’re my favorite part of every day.”

The smile on your face cracks, crumbles into something more pained. Your heart sinks.

It’s been three months since you were last home. Technically, it’s been seven weeks since you were in Austin – but Joel was out of town for the weekend, and you spent four days cleaning your dad’s gutter and watching westerns.

It’s been three months since you were last in Joel’s arms. In his house, in his clothes, in his bed. Three months since you heard his voice not through the crackle of a thousand miles apart; since you smelled him on your skin, not on the flannels you’ve stolen from him.

Three long, tough months.

And it means nothing, anyway. All this missing each other. So you tell yourselves, and so you tell everyone else. You’re not together, you’re not committed. You’ve been seeing other people, so has Joel – even if he’s only been on two dates in the nine months since you moved away.

Spending a casual weekend together here and there is enough to get you by. It’s easier this way, right? It’s cleaner. There are no crossed wires, no strings at risk of becoming tangled.

Only – your entire relationship is woven in tangled strings. Messy, knotted, twisted around your fingers and threaded through your ribs. A summer’s worth of weaving yourselves closer and closer together, only to be pulled apart come fall.

It didn’t take long to prove that when a knot is pulled, it only binds tighter.

It only binds sorer.

“Anyway,” Joel says, “your turn. How was your day?”

You gulp, slipping down from the dryer to check on your wash. If you speak, you’ll break, and if you break, you’ll sob.

“Baby? You still there?”

“Yep,” you croak. You wipe your eyes with your sleeve and shake your head. “I – uh…Yeah, my day was fine.”

The line quietens.

“You sure? Everything okay at work?”

Your reflection blinks back at you in the window of the machine, warped and molten. She opens her mouth and replies, “All good.”

He can read you even three states apart. “Let me call you back. Hold on.”

The call disconnects before you can protest. Over your shoulder, another regular shuffles into the laundromat.

She smiles, skin supple and sun-spotted, looking but not looking you in the eye. She slides her full basket over one of the machines on the other side of the room, and tosses her clothes into the drum.

When your phone vibrates again, you pass by her and out onto the street.

Joel’s pixelated living room stretches across your screen.

“Joel,” you sniff, “Joel, it’s –”

“Can you see me?”

“No, you gotta flip your –”

“…never know why the damn thing don’t –”

“The button with the arrows. The camera button, Joel, it’s –”

His coffee table flips, and in place – straight, dark brows drawn tight in a frown. Crows feet, scar across the bridge of his nose. Peppered hair a little longer than the last time you called, beard a little thicker.

The only person in the world who can weaken your knees and splinter your chest, in one fleeting glance.

“Hi, baby girl,” he whispers, expression softening. “Look at you.”

You slump against the warm wall, sliding down. One sight of him, and your knees give. “Oh, my God, I miss you today.”

Joel laughs. His head cocks, smirk tugging at his lips. “I miss you every day.”

“Yeah, that’s – that’s what I…” you sigh, “…That’s what I meant. It’s just – some days, you feel a little further away.”

“Today one of those days?”

You nod. A car soars by, whipping hot air from the road which pours over your bare legs. “It’s just…been a day. That’s all.”

“We can talk about it, if you want. You’re hell of a lot smarter than me, darlin’, but I’ve had my share of bad days before. Never does any harm to get it off your chest.”

He smiles. It breaks your heart.

He works ten hours straight, some days. Out at the crack of dawn, home with only enough time and energy to nuke something in the microwave. Somewhere amongst that, he fits in beers with Tommy and ridiculous DIY jobs your dad elicits his help for.

And still – he sets aside an hour or two every few nights, specially for you. He collapses into his couch, decaf in his mug, and puts the world to rights with you on the other end of the phone.

The meaningless work dramas, the paper building up on your desk. The commute, for the love of God – the traffic jams you swear will one day be the death of you. The last thing Joel needs is to listen to your problems on end, and you tell him so.

“Bullshit,” he replies. He shakes his head, takes a sip of his beer. “I asked, didn’t I? Talk to me. Tell me what’s goin’ on.”

You groan. “I just…I wish I could turn my brain off. Just for a little while. No meetings, no call times. No helping my dad trim the trees in the yard when I’m home for the weekend.”

He laughs. “He rope you into that one too, huh?”

“Sure did.” You tense your fist, wince at the memory of splinters you were still plucking from your palm even weeks later.

“I got nothing to complain about,” you tell Joel, “I know that. This job is…it’s right where I want to be. Just – sometimes, I miss being back in Austin, following you around Costco and hiding from my dad. It’s like life was simpler then.”

Joel chokes. “I guarantee you,” he coughs, thumping his chest clear of beer, “life was not simpler. Not by a long shot. Goddamn.”

He swings to his feet and wanders across the room to his kitchen. Past his armchair, past the guitar mounted on the wall. Past the dining chair he always hangs his coat from. You know the anatomy of his home better than your own, it feels like.

You sure as hell miss it more than your own.

“Lemme see…” Joel squints over his phone. He leans over his kitchen counter. “What’s next weekend look like for you?”

You shrug. “My weekend off.”

“Nothing planned?”

“Nothing yet.”

He nods. “I’m meeting a supplier on Saturday afternoon, but if you can stand to be without me for a few hours, then…”

His eyebrows lift.

So do yours. “Then…?”

“I can look at flights,” Joel says, “get you booked tonight. Pick you up Friday, drop you off Sunday. Spend the whole weekend with your brain shut off, if that’s what you’re lookin’ for.”

A wave of warmth floods through your chest. Relief, maybe – or simple adoration for the man on the other end of the phone. Most likely, the way it always seems with Joel, it’s both at once.

He loves you. Enough to break every rule in the book. To go behind his best friend’s back for an entire summer. He loves you enough to let you go, watch you follow your wildest dreams, and then be the safety net at the end of each long day, each hard night.

He loves you enough to scratch everything off his calendar for a few days, just to make sure you’re okay. Just to hold you in his arms, heart beating a rhythm he knows better than his own. Just to sing you to sleep, and wake you up with burnt toast and runny eggs.

You pull the collar of your shirt over your nose and weep into the material. “I ever tell you how much I love you?”

He smiles. “Not half as much as I love you.”

“Gross.”

“I know.”

The laundromat door flings open.

Face now flushed and hair scraped back, the woman clocks you immediately and throws a pointed finger in your direction. “Are you coming to get your panties or what, little girl?”

She clicks her teeth and disappears again. The blind hanging over the door rattles with the force it slams closed.

“Guess that’s my cue,” you whisper, heaving to your feet. “Better go get my panties.”

“Why?” Joel’s making his way back outside. “Ain’t like you’re gonna need ‘em.”

You scoff. “Talk later, cowboy.”

Austin welcomes you back with a delayed flight, a screaming seatmate, and a raging headache.

The airport is busy. Loud busy. All chittering couples, hordes of kids with nauseatingly bright backpacks. You drag your suitcase through to arrivals, careful not to trip over the wheels of the stroller ahead.

When you spot his tall, dark figure weaving between bodies, the gate hushes. You move towards him by instinct, parting the crowd as you go. The magnet in your chest senses its partner drawing nearer, and nearer, and nearer.

And nearer, until he’s reaching out. He’s close enough that his hands land on your waist, and it’s the first time in three months that you’ve felt this weight – his weight, the way only he feels – all around you.

Joel pulls you in to his chest. He locks you in, resting his chin on your head.

“Hi, honey.”

You inhale his scent, breathe in the comfort of him. “Hi,” you exhale.

Tears prickle at your eyes. It feels stupid. He looks down at you, thumb swiping across your cheek, and a salty droplet spills.

“How was the flight?” he asks.

“Good.”

“You okay?”

“Perfect, now.”

“You look perfect,” Joel grins, “Look like the sun.”

And you could swat him away, could shrug him and his flirting off. The sun sure as hell doesn’t look stewed in three-hour plane, too tired to move and too clingy to unhook from her dad’s best friend’s arm.

But that’s not what he’s saying, is it?

You do look different. You feel different. You feel brand new. Golden – just like the sun.

These days, it feels like there are two versions of you. One, you’ve spent the better part of a year polishing off – electric and vibrant, eyes wide and head spinning, moving through her day like gliding on air and then collapsing in a heap come nightfall. Chaos with a clipboard and call sheet.

And the other – slower. Steadier. Surer on her feet, simpler in her ways. Dust under her heels and a Texan shine in her smile. Honeylike; moving where her body tells her to go, drinking up the world as she pleases.

There’s a moment, stood under the fluorescent lights of the terminal, where you feel the first give way to the second. Safe now, in Joel’s arms, to slip back into her old, worn boots and shutter her mind – even just for this weekend.

“Come on,” he whispers, wrapping his hand around yours. “Let’s get you home.”

And there never seemed like a better idea than that.

He keeps your things in his shower caddy.

Bottom basket, strictly yours. Shampoo and conditioner and bodywash and a loofah, all exactly where you left them last time you were here. He says it as he cranks the handle, holds his palm under the flow until it’s just right.

“The strawberry stuff…?” Joel nods to the bottle, face screwed.

You gasp. “You don’t like it?”

He shakes his head. “Like it on you. I smelled like a fruit farm for a week, baby.”

“Makes a change from wood trimmings,” you mutter, peeling the shirt from your chest.

Joel glares over his shoulder. “You wanna say that a little louder?”

“No, sir,” you whisper, and step into the cubicle.

The water pours over your head and down your spine, breathing life back into your body. You close your eyes and let it wash down your face. LA feels so distant, so lost to the steam and serenity in Joel’s ensuite.

He lingers in the doorway, watching as you turn under the shower. He smiles when you hold your hand out and flick your fingers.

“Soap, please.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, dropping it in your palm.

You slip the velvety bar over your skin. The soap lathers in thick, milky bubbles, cascading over your chest down to your hips. Your hands lift from your navel to cup your breasts, pinching your nipples between soft fingers.

Joel’s jaw ticks. He crosses his arms, shoulders tensing. “Easy, darlin’. Dancing with the devil here.”

It burns low in your stomach.

You pass him the bar back. “Maybe I want to dance,” you murmur. “Maybe he does, too.”

His eyebrows lift. “Maybe he does,” he agrees. He trades the soap for shampoo, tapping the bottle against your hip.

The heat grows under your skin. Having him watch, his close eye on you as you wash the suds from your hair and slick bodywash over your skin.

His eyes drift from your chest to your waist, looping up to your soaked eyelashes and dripping bottom lip, diving again between your legs.

Hungry. Starved, even.

Three months of secret photos and sexy phone calls to get you both by. Three months of imagining you, fist around his cock in the dead of night, coating his stomach just with the thought of you.

And right here, right now, in his shower: the real thing. The forbidden fruit. Body hot and skin soaked, just as desperate as he is. Just as needy.

You step forward, reaching for his shoulders. Arms around his neck, dampening the collar of his shirt, you pull him closer.

“Dance with me,” you whisper against his lips, stealing a kiss.

Joel’s gaze darkens. He takes your jaw and tilts your head back. Voice like thunder rolling over you, he warns, “I told someone we’d be somewhere.”

You smile, tugging on the hem of his shirt. “We’re running late. Something’s come up.”

His arms lift and you pull the cotton over his head, tossing it to the floor. He’s the same solid sculpture as always. Strong and wide, torso scattered with hair which thickens across the span of his chest.

He rids himself of his boots and jeans, kicks his underwear off, and joins you under the water. So big that he corners you, so tall that he has to adjust the showerhead.

Pressed up against your body; warm, manly scent raining over you. He’s hard, tucked right by your hip, rutting gently as he steals kiss after kiss.

He’s addicted to it. To you. Has been ever since that first night, the first taste of poison. Has been, probably, since that first glimpse of you last summer. For all the wrong reasons and in all the wrong ways, for better or worse –

You break him open. You make him weak.

Joel groans when you wrap your hand around him. That familiar weight in your grasp. He glances down to watch your slow strokes, fighting back a filthy smile.

“Missed you,” he breathes, voice lost to the patter of the shower. He slips a hand between your legs. “Ain’t gonna last long, are you?”

“Fuck,” you hiss, grinding into his palm. You toy with his bottom lip, nipping at the edges of his smirk. “We got all weekend. Just – just fuck me.”

He hikes your leg over his hip and lines up. A blooming ache when he notches at your hole, tip teasing your entrance.

Your back curls. You wrap your arms around Joel’s neck, whimpering into his chest.

“’s alright,” he kisses your neck, “Just take it nice ‘n slow. Get her used to me again, baby.”

He pushes inside, two heavy hands on your waist. Always in control, always easing you in. He holds you delicately, moving inch by inch, watching the twist of your brow and bite of your lip before sinking in further.

He reaches up and tilts the downpour to the wall. Lifts your fragile body, split in two on his cock, and pushes you against the tile.

Your cunt aches as he slides out. She clamps around his tip. It hurts – but you don’t want to let him go.

“Stay,” you cry, nails digging into his shoulders. “Stay inside me.”

He hums and presses his lips to the hinge of your jaw. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere, baby. I’m right here.”

His hips move forward. Your cunt opens for him the deeper he moves. Like welcoming him home, remembering the way it feels to be this full. The stretch of taking him, the air stolen from your lungs. The love you can never find the beginning nor the end of.

And then he’s moving quicker, sharper, one arm wrapped around your neck to cradle your head. Hips snapping against yours, slowing to a roll when you yelp.

Whispering sweet nothings in your ear – how good you’re taking him, how tight she is. How much he’s missed this, missed her, missed you. Never wants to let you go, never wants to be anywhere except right here, feeding you his cock and watching you come undone.

“Made for me, huh?” Joel grunts. He presses his forehead to yours and slips the words across your tongue. “All mine.”

“All yours,” you echo, weeping under him. The flame catches and curls around your stomach.

The missing piece to the last nine months. The dead-end dates, the hazy hookups. Awkward good mornings, and goodbyes that never seem to come quick enough. Sneaking off home to shower the scent of it away, to replace it with something sweeter.

Him.

Because none of them are him.

They don’t make you laugh and they don’t make you come. They don’t see you, don’t hang on your every word. They don’t – they can’t break your world apart and paint it something new. They don’t know your every move, don’t understand the most fleeting glances.

You could spend forever circling every bar and every diner; what do you do for work and where did you grow up. You could chase the tail of every flannel shirt, search all over for that twinkle in his eye.

They’re not him. They’ll never be him.

Joel coaxes you where he needs you. He fucks you until you’re quivering in his arms, head rolling across his shoulder. His thrusts begin to stall, breathing turns to panting, teeth sink into any part of your skin he can find.

He moans into your neck. The sound nudges you towards the edge.

“I’m close, baby,” he grits, “’m so close.”

You look up at him through tear-soaked eyes.

Three months. Since the last time he touched you, kissed you, fucked you like this. Since the last time he lost control, came deeper inside than anyone before, or anyone since.

Three months since the last time you held him in your hands, lined your lips with his, and begged him to stay in you.

Joel laughs. “Dangerous little game, darlin’.”

But he’s fading. He’s falling under, same as you are.

You want it. You need it. Need to be full of him – that ache when you walk, the warmth leaking down the inseam of your thighs. The feeling of being his, all his; ruined and wrecked in the sweetest way.

“Stay – inside,” you plead. “I want you to – want it so bad.”

“Keep begging, honey. Sound so cute when you’re desperate.”

“Please, Joel,” it’s getting harder to hold, “Just wanna feel you in me –”

“I know, I know,” he shushes.

You tense in his arms, gasping. “I’m gonna – come –”

“So,” Joel smirks, “come.”

And it snaps.

You scream into his chest. Your climax pulls you under, drowns you in a heavy wave of pleasure. Your hips lock, legs clamp around his waist as you cry out.

He plants a hand flat against the tile to steady himself. He holds you still as his own orgasm rolls through, pumping your swollen cunt with each rush of warm release.

You collapse against his body, bubbling and mumbling something incoherent.

He hears you, though.

He shuts the water off and rocks you back and forth. His cock slips from between your legs. “Shh, shh,” lips to your temple, “’s my girl. Such a good girl, baby. So good for me.”

You hum in response and pull yourself upright. You trace the shape of his beard, soaking wet and soft under your touch, following the droplets of water to his chin.

He kisses the tips of your fingers. “I love you,” he says. Chants it like a prayer, leaning closer and closer until his lips are against yours. “Love you more ‘n anything.”

You giggle. “You’re tickling me.”

Joel nuzzles his nose into your neck. He wriggles his fingers under your ribcage. “Can’t get enough of you,” his tongue swipes across your hot skin, “Swear to God, baby, you’re killing me.”

“Joel,” your head falls back with a clap of laughter, “Joel, stop – oh, my God, you have to stop, please – Joel!”

He hoists you onto his hips and turns. Hands still exploring, still pinching and squeezing everywhere they shouldn’t be, he carries you out to his bedroom and drops you onto the mattress.

“Here,” he chuckles, wrapping a towel around your body. He knots it over your chest and rubs your waist, before flopping down onto the bed with a sigh.

You roll over on top of him and fix the dripping hair from his forehead. “Missed you,” you whisper, trailing kisses along his collarbone.

He smiles. His heart flutters beneath yours. “Missed you more,” he says.

His semen drips between your legs. He’s softening against the inside of your thigh. The bed is soaked, sheets that’ll need changed before you sleep tonight. You’re tired, spent, pussy throbbing from the loss of him – and it’s all so perfect.

Being here, with him. Seeing him, feeling him on your body. In your body, for crying out loud. Holding him, kissing him, loving him up close.

It’s fucking perfect.

“What are we running late for?” you ask.

Joel’s eyes flutter open. He cocks his head, frowning.

“You said we had somewhere to be,” you clarify.

“Oh,” he winces, “Uh, your dad’s. He’s havin’ us for dinner.”

“Oh,” you echo. “When is he expecting –?”

He glances at the clock. “Half hour ago.”

“Nice.” You push yourself up, slipping from his grasp. “Well, this is about to be awkward.”

Joel folds his arms behind his head. He tracks your flurried movements: lugging your bag across the floor, tearing through it for an outfit that doesn’t scream, Your best friend just fucked me senseless in his shower.

When you straighten and lift your arms, eyes wide, his lips turn.

“You said you wanted to dance, baby. I was just following orders.”

The sun filters through the leaves, breathing back and forth with the sway of the trees.

You’re horizontal in a deckchair, feet in Joel’s lap, blanket around your shoulders. Full on burgers and baseball talk; if it weren’t for your dad’s riveting conversation about his new lawnmower, you’d probably be asleep.

“Ride-on,” he tells Joel, nodding. It makes gardening a real thrill, apparently. He flicks a hand over the span of the yard. “Whole thing done in less than twenty minutes. Hank says he’s half a mind to make an investment himself.”

Joel purses his lips. He strokes your ankles soothingly. “Sounds like a good buy,” he placates.

Your dad drums on his armrests, admiring his yard some more. He mumbles something about raking the leaves, painting the fence, then – with a vigor that makes you jump, he taps your arm.

“How’s work, kiddo? Still rockin’ ‘n rollin’?”

Your eyes flash across Joel’s. The hell does that even mean?

The corner of his lip twitches. Your guess is as good as mine.

“Yep,” you lie. “Living the dream, Dad.”

Joel says nothing. He hasn’t told your dad why you came home – hasn’t even mentioned the tears outside the laundromat. Your secret is safe with him, you know that. Some puzzles are easier to figure out, the less eyes that are on them.

He hasn’t even brought it up with you yet. Granted, you’ve been home all of four hours, and a solid quarter of that time has been spent naked with him back at his place – but he’s waiting for you to make the first move.

This weekend doesn’t have to be about work. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be about you feeling homesick. It can be as simple as you hadn’t seen your dad for a few weeks, or you heard the news about the damn lawnmower and just had to pay a visit.

It’s what you’ve always loved so much about Joel. It’s what reeled you into him in the first place.

He just lets you be. No questions, no pressure, no worries. He knows you’ll figure it out – you always do. And if he knows that, then it makes you believe in it, too.

Dad sinks back into his chair with a sigh. “What’s on the cards this weekend, then?”

“Joel’s down San Antonio way tomorrow,” you yawn, “Some supplier meeting.”

“You don’t feel like a road trip?”

Your eyes roll to Joel. He’s already staring back. You cock an eyebrow, smirking into your glass.

His shoulder rolls in a shrug. “Your call, chief,” he says, tipping his drink to you.

The minute he mentioned the meeting last week, you knew you’d be tagging along. Two hours each way and an hour in between is too big a chunk of your weekend together to miss out on.

That – and you’ve missed Joel’s front-seat singing.

It doesn’t matter what you planned on doing – rolling around his bed for three days straight, driving to San Antonio and back. Hell, trimming your dad’s trees and cleaning his guttering.

As long as you’re doing it with Joel, it’s enough.

It’s what you came home for in the first place.

The drive passes quickly enough. Joel’s truck doesn’t have Bluetooth, and he only keeps three discs in his glove compartment: Don McLean’s American Pie, a Guitar Classics compilation album, and a blank disc with SARAH MILLER, SECOND GRADE scrawled in Sharpie.

He whips it from your hands when you fish it out of the compartment.

“Listen, listen to this,” Joel says, slotting it in the tray. “Found it a couple weeks ago. I listen to it when I’m drivin’ to work.”

Her squeaky, seven-year-old voice punches through the cabin. “Welcome to my presentation –” she roars into the mic, pausing when a voice picks up in the background. “Huh?” Sarah asks.

“You’re holdin’ the mic too close,” Joel murmurs, almost fourteen years younger. “Farther. Farther,” he says, and then – “Alright. Go.”

“Welcome to my presentation on Amelia E-Earhart,” she resumes, clearing her throat. “She…Oh, Daddy, we gotta restart. I forgot to tell ‘em my name.”

Joel covers his laughter with his fist, reciting it line for line. “Tommy said he’s gonna make her a copy for her birthday,” he says.

“Oh, my God. She’s gonna hate you guys, you know that, right?”

He nods. “I’m countin’ on it.”

Sarah rounds off a few facts about twentieth century air travel before Joel swaps her for the radio. He hands you the disc and you place it safely back in the glove compartment.

You curl up in the passenger seat, swinging your legs over to his lap.

He rubs your calves and glances over, smiling. “You okay over there?”

“I’m more tired than I was when I landed,” you reply, and he laughs.

You haven’t had much of a chance to catch up on sleep. The second you made it home last night, your dress was on the floor at the foot of Joel’s bed. He woke you this morning with his lips on your thighs, your underwear around your ankles.

He was midway through cooking breakfast when you floated into the kitchen to return the favor. The toast burned, the eggs shriveled to a crisp, and your knees bruised.

Fuck it, right? You’ll miss him when you’re gone. When all that’s left are the memories, and the sound of his climax through speakerphone.

An afternoon spent on the road is good recovery time, then, for all that’s waiting for you when you make it back to Joel’s tonight.

A few off-key covers of fifty number ones from the last fifty years later, you’re pulling into a barren lot headered by a beige trailer. The supplier springs out – a beefy guy with a full head of thick, white hair. He crosses the lot as Joel parks up.

Joel rounds the truck, pausing when he spots you lingering at the tailgate. He curves a hand around your neck, thumb circling over your pulse point. “You comin’?”

You twist the hem of your tee around your finger. “Maybe I’ll stay out here and wait. It’s a nice night, and you ain’t gonna be too long, right?”

He shakes his head. “Be as fast as I can. If it gets dark out, you come inside, alright?”

You shuffle into his embrace. “Promise.”

He kisses your head and steps back. “Here,” he slips the flannel from his shoulders, “If you’re sittin’ out. Got my phone if you need me.”

He disappears inside and the door falls closed. A cluster of moths twirls around the light on the trailer’s side. You hop up on the bed of the truck, crossing Joel’s shirt around your frame, and nestle against the back window.

The sun pulls down towards the horizon, sending dregs of daytime in ripples to the stars. She’s still alight just beyond the trees, still burning a hole in the sky. She winks at you from a distance.

The world looks different from Austin. Bigger, like the view from your bedroom window. There’s always more, just beyond the horizon. There has to be more, right? More than four pink walls and a chest of drawers. More than Sal’s store, more than Rita’s cross stitch.

You chased that more halfway across the country – only to realize it was in your hands the whole time.

Him and his lazy smile, sarcasm as thick as the accent he speaks it in. Rolled up sleeves and messy collar; a half-empty cup of coffee and a cracked watch face.

He’s all the more you could ever need.

You’re still perched on the tailgate, staring skyward, when Joel finishes up.

He swaggers across the lot, tan arms speckled with dry dirt, boots kicking up dust. He tosses a fistful of papers in the front seat, then drifts around to settle between your knees.

“Hi,” he whispers, tucking his nose under your jaw.

“Hi.”

He plants his hands either side of your hips and kisses your neck. “Home time, sweet girl.”

You glance over your shoulder.

This time tomorrow, you’ll be on your flight back. Row twelve, seat C. Joel’s flannel over your shoulders, slowly forgetting the scent of him, mile by mile. You’ll sleep with it tucked under your chin until it no longer smells like oak or pine, or the mint bodywash he uses.

You’ll miss it the way you’ll miss him. Holding onto every last moment. Deep morning voice, warm, safe embrace. The rumble of a laugh in his chest, the glimmer or mischief in his eye. The touches he saves just for you; the words he whispers when the lights turn out.

You wrap your arms around his neck.

“Can we go watch the sunset somewhere?”

Joel glances off behind you. His eyes flit back to yours, sunlight catching their ochre and setting him ablaze.

“Get in,” he pulls you down, “I know just the spot.”

It’s almost dusk by the time you reach the outlook.

A twisty dirt road which opens up between some trees, halfway out of the city. Joel reverses the truck and parks in the clearing. The two of you slide onto the tailgate, sharing a bag of fruit gums he had stored alongside Sarah’s CD.

The stars turn one by one, dotted across deep indigo. The last of the day’s blush still lingers where the city meets the sky. Tucked between trees and twilight, it feels as though you’re the only two in the world.

Joel holds the bag out, and you pinch a couple pieces of candy. “How you feelin’?” he asks, looking out to the skyline.

“Okay, I guess,” you mutter. “This has been a nice reset. I wish I could take you back with me.”

Joel laughs. “I don’t.”

“No?” you suckle on the sweet fruit, “I think you’d fit right in.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” He shakes his head, pinching your chin. “Naw, LA is yours. It’s something you did, all by yourself. I am so proud of you, honey, do you know that? I mean, I miss you like hell, I really do…”

He glances back down, rustling the bag in his hands. He’s hiding, you know him well enough. Staring at his lap instead of in your eye. When he looks back up, there’s a glimmer along his waterline.

“…But the way I feel any time you call, and I know…I know you’re out there doin’ something you actually give a shit about. You ain’t stuck here, too big for your own bedroom, too comfortable for anywhere else.”

He slips a hand over your knee and squeezes.

It’s infuriating, how right he always is. You’re working your fucking ass off, and for good reason. Austin was always too small for the world inside your head. Missing each other is a price you’re both willing to pay, for the luxury of not missing out on every dream you’ve ever had.

But –

“What if it keeps getting harder?” you sniff, “What if I need you more?”

Joel clicks his teeth. “’s always gonna get harder. That’s life, darlin’. But the hard times won’t last forever. And when it feels real tough, and you feel like you can’t do it no more, you call me. You jump on the next flight. You switch your brain off, and you let me take care of you for a little while.”

You shake your head. Tears break loose, rolling down your cheeks. “I can’t ask that of you, Joel, you got your own shit to worry about –”

“Baby.” He sighs. “I’m old. I’ve done everything I think I oughta do. You know, the days I know you’re gonna be callin’ at eight o’clock – it’s all I can think about. I’m at work checking my watch every five minutes.”

You giggle, turning into the crook of his arm.

“It’s true,” Joel snickers, “I’m like a goddamn teenager. That’s what you do to me.”

He catches you and pulls you against his chest.

“What I’m saying is – there ain’t nothing that matters more to me in the world than you. My own shit to worry about? You mean – you?”

“Shut up,” you scoff, spitting tears into his shirt.

“You call,” he says, resolute, “and I’ll be there.”

“I’m calling,” you whisper. “I’m always calling.”

“Then I’m always here.”

You sit back, bracing yourself on Joel’s thighs. He wipes the wet from your cheeks and fixes his shirt over your shoulders.

“You know, one day,” you tell him, “you’re gonna get a call, and it’s not just gonna be for the weekend.”

He smiles. “I know.”

“One day, I’m gonna come home forever, Joel.”

“I know,” he repeats. “And I’ll be on the front porch waitin’.”

[nastyaromatherapy]

More Ethan Landry smut plsssss🙏🏼 I love your work

Awkward (18+)

Sex with a mutual friend becomes regrettable.

pairing - ethan landry x reader

one shot length, 2.4k+ word fic

warnings: PIV, tbh for once this is super vanilla so nothing to say

“Holy shit, I’m gonna cum,” Ethan groaned, slowing his thrusts as he emptied himself into the condom. You whined, having already came about thirty seconds prior, being left extra sensitive as he reached his high. “Fuck that was incredible,” he sighed as he lowered his chest onto your back, breathing down your neck. You both let out a synchronized sigh when he pulled out. “Mhm,” was all you were able to get out, fucked out and tired.

After getting a call from Chad, he quickly put his clothes back on and kissed your forehead goodbye. This left you sitting on your bed alone with your thoughts. Once the feminine post nut clarity hit you, you were burying your face into your hands. 

Ethan? Landry? Seriously?

You were embarrassed. It wasn’t that he was bad at sex - that was too far from the truth - and he wasn’t ugly either. You just knew that if y’all ever went public about this you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

Wait, public? That wouldn’t be needed because y’all just had sex casually. Although it didn’t help that you had feelings for him. You hoped he wouldn’t make it a big deal and would just move on from this. 

The next day you sat down at the picnic table you and the rest of your friends always sat at during lunch in your designated seat. Chad sat in front of you, Ethan next to Chad, Tara next to you, and so on. Only today, Ethan came to lunch sooner than usual and stole the seat next to you. Chad didn’t say anything, so he must’ve been informed about this already. God, did Ethan tell Chad you two had sex?

“Hey,” he said, being friendly. You just wanted to crawl into a hole. “Hey,” you said, looking down at the wood of the table top. Luckily, Tara came at the right time to save you. “Ethan, get the fuck out of my seat,” she demanded. Ethan chuckled, “What, are you in middle school Tara? It doesn’t have your fucking name on it.” Chad couldn’t help but let out a snort and Tara threw her hands up in defeat, plopping down next to him in Ethan’s usual seat. “I hear we’re being mean to Ethan, what’d he do this time?” Mindy asked, always getting a kick out of teasing him, as she walked to the table with Anika following behind. “Oh you know, he’s just being his usual pain in the ass self,” Tara said, giving Ethan the fakest smile which he returned. 

In between a conversation, when Quinn was complaining about her relationship problems, you felt Ethan snake his fingers onto your thigh. You quickly packed up your food and then pried away his fingers that were mere centimeters from your crotch. “Um you know what, I think I’m gonna go for a walk. See you guys,” you said, swiftly removing yourself from the table. That was awkward as hell.

You were laying on the couch, watching tv to help the godforsaken day go by faster. Tara emerged from the hallway, opening up a cabinet to grab a bag of chips to join you. “Ethan was being weird today, right?” She asked you, which immediately woke up your thoughts. “Oh, um, what do you mean?” You asked in a weak attempt of playing it cool. “I don’t know the way he totally stole my seat today? I mean yeah, he’s right. It’s not my seat. But why does he wanna sit there? He totally likes you,” she said once she plopped onto the couch, holding out the chips to you. You denied both her claim, and offer of snack. “No he doesn’t,” you spoke, although you knew he did, and you were holding back your blush. “Oh come on y/n, wake up! Especially since Chad didn’t want to defend me.” You shrugged in response. “Or maybe Chad wanted to sit next to you. Think about it.” You practically saw a lightbulb glowing above her head, and she started to nod her head in agreement. “Touché.” 

Right when the show started getting good your phone chimed, and you looked down to see Ethan’s contact photo. You quickly opened it. “Hey, are you ignoring me?” It read, and your stomach dropped. Shit. You quickly excused yourself to Tara and walked into your bedroom. As you were typing your response he texted he would be coming over to your place. Well, time to find a way to kick Tara out and keep Quinn from coming. As you walked out into the living room Tara called out, “Hey y/n, everybody’s gonna be hanging out at Chad’s place. You coming?” Fucking hell. Chad’s in on it. Of course he was, Ethan couldn’t do it without his wingman. “No thanks, I’m gonna stay here,” you said. It didn’t take long for Tara to leave.

You felt your insides twist from anxiety as you heard a knock on the door. You reluctantly walked up to the door and opened it. “Hey Eth,” you tried to say in an upbeat tone, but sadly it still came out pretty weary. “Y/n, I know you’re ignoring me,” he stated. You looked at the ground as he walked in, closing the door behind him. “Forgive me if I read shit wrong but I thought we had a good time and that we liked each other.” He said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “We do! And we did. It’s just,” you were at a loss for words. How could you tell him you would be embarrassed of being in a relationship with him without telling him? “You’re embarrassed of me,” he finished for you. You opened your mouth to protest and then you realized, he wasn’t lying. He sighed when he saw this, he had a little hope you would say something against it. “Well now that we’ve cleared the air,” he said as he started to walk out. “Ethan,” you sighed, which caused him to turn around. Before he could finish saying the word “yeah,” you were standing on the toes of his shoes, kissing him. 

He quickly got lost in it, picking you up slightly off the ground and returning it with equal need and lust. You found yourself on the couch on his lap, your cunt directly on top of his bulge that was poking at your entrance. His hands found stability on your hips and he guided you on his clothed cock, helping you grind against him. You felt his warm fingers inch up your shirt before you pulled away and said, “We can’t do this here. What if Tara and Quinn come home?” 

He wanted to say no, to take you here on the couch even with the risk, but it’s obviously not what you wanted. So, he had no choice but to comply and carry you to your room. He closed the door and locked it, and you giggled when he threw you onto the fuzzy comforter on your bed. “I guess it’s not so bad. Bigger surface, more ways to fuck you-“ He started to say before you threw a pillow at him. “Shut up,” you joked.

He climbed on top of you - hovering so he didn’t crush you - and kissed at the sweet spot on your neck. Your mouth went agape and you whimpered softly into his ear, the sounds rushing blood straight to his erection. He bit his lip as he let his hand trail down to your crotch, cupping it through your jeans. He couldn’t help but let out a groan when he felt the moisture in between your legs, he couldn't even imagine how wet your panties were, better yet your pussy. You were getting hot, so as he unbuttoned your pants, you removed your top, leaving your upper chest, glistening with sweat, exposed. You helped him kick off your jeans, leaving you in your underwear, which proved you weren’t planning on getting laid today. Your bra was well, a bra. Beige with slight push-up. Your panties were a navy blue and not the sexiest thing ever, slightly cheeky though. Point is, you were a little embarrassed, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. He was way more focused on the way your panties were dripping, tiny globs of white and clear residue collecting on the outside of your gusset. You were surprised he didn’t cum at the sight, noticing the way he was practically salivating and clawing to get your panties off.

He pushed your thighs aside, gaining sight of your needy sex. He spat onto your slit, noticing the way your hole fluttered open when he did so. “What, you like that?” He chuckled. Your face heated up. “Yeah,” you squeaked when he connected two fingers to your clit. “Y/n it’s fine if you don’t want anything serious. But just know all the amazing sex you’d be missing out on..” He started as he rubbed faster circles on your clit. “N-no Ethan, I want you,” you stammered. He hummed to himself as his fingers explored his parts, slippery yet sticky. It was easy for him to slip two fingers into your cunt, since you were already so nicely lubricated. He started thrusting his fingers slowly, and he smirked as he watched your pretty face sinfully contort. Your mouth formed into the shape of an o as your eyebrows pushed inward, your eyes squinting as well. “Is that right? You’re mine?” He asked as he curled his fingers against your g-spot, making you arch your back above the mattress. “Yes, fuck,” you moaned, which gave him a pleased expression.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and you silently groaned. He started to pull his shirt up above his head which you helped him with. You laid your hand on his toned chest, and he leaned down, interlocking his lips with yours. He groaned into the kiss, his hands reaching behind your back and unclipping your bra, throwing it aside. “Can I see your cock, baby?” You asked in that sweet voice that makes his mind go blank. He nodded, in a trance, before snapping back to reality and unbuttoning his pants. He stood from the bed, removing his jeans and tossing them to the side, long forgotten.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, laying on your stomach as you reached for that bulge in his boxers. Your fingers hooked his waistband and pulled them down, discarding them on the floor. You let out a soft moan as you watched his girth shoot up, free from its confines. He groaned as you wrapped your fist around it, stroking slowly from the base dotted in brown curls to the pink tip. You licked a stripe up his length, making his mouth falter open. “Fuck, stop. I need to fuck you,” he said impatiently, picking you up off the bed.

He held you in his arms, and you involuntarily wrapped your legs around his hips. Your cheek was pressed up against his pec as his hand snaked in between your bodies, grabbing his cock and pressing it up against your entrance. You inhaled sharply, preparing yourself for the stretch you had to experience yesterday. “Shit,” he grunted as he started to inch himself in little by little. You whined as your cunt widened to accommodate his size. “Pussy so fucking tight,” he panted into your ear before he pushed himself in entirely. You wrapped your arms around his neck for support as he started moving in and out of you, hands gripping your ass. He easily man handled you like a fuck toy, pushing you against him in time with his thrusts. “Ethann,” you whimpered out, turning your head to look up at him with glossy eyes. “Yeah baby? Wanna tell me how good I’m fucking your greedy pussy?” You nodded, letting out needy moans as he picked up his pace. “Mhm, so good.”

He smirked cockily as he watched you become cock drunk on his dick. He continued to hold you up with one hand, the other stroking your cheek as he leaned down to kiss you, but you could barely kiss him back, not when he was twisting every organ in your body. “Fuck you’re sexy,” he panted once he pulled away from your lips, staring down at your body that his cock found so much pleasure in. “Mmfph, please E. So fucking close,” you cried as you shut your eyes, getting lost in the pleasure. You whined as you felt pressure build up inside you. He sped up, pounding into your cunt relentlessly, helping you and himself reach an orgasm. You covered your mouth with your hand, just in case your roommates came home, and screamed into it. “That’s it, fucking take it,” he groaned before laughing to himself. You looked at him with a confused expression.

“I forgot the fucking condom,” he started to stop before you stopped him. “No keep going. Just, pull out,” you said. “Are you sure?” He asked skeptically, and you nodded in response. He started moving again, “fuck I’m close anyways.” You nodded in agreement. Your whines grew quicker, more excessive. And from the way you throbbed around his cock, he knew you were gonna cum. The second you squealed the words, “I’m cumming!” you convulsed, moaning curses as a trickle of clear fluid dripped from your cunt down your thigh. Remembering his instructions, Ethan pulled out  and came, groaning your name. His cum spurted onto your stomach and dripped down onto the floor. When the two of you’s breathing slowed down, he laid you on the bed and collapsed next to you. You both looked at each other and laughed, before leaning in for a sweet kiss. 

You got dressed, and so did Ethan, although the clothes did nothing to hide the sweat and must that radiated from y’all. On top of that, since the clothes were thrown so recklessly, they were far more wrinkled than when the day began. The two of you walked out into the living room, and you didn’t expect it to be a walk of shame.

Nevertheless, you found all of your friends staring at you in disbelief. Mindy mock gagged, and by reading Tara’s face alone you weren’t sure if she was happy or disappointed. Quinn was in shock and Anika just looked concerned. Chad however looked smug and held his hand out to Mindy who groaned. “Told you they were having sex. 20 bucks.”

[sturns-4-life]

Milk you dry: M.S (reuploaded)

Summary: Matt has been a brat all day, and reader puts a stop to it

Warnings: SMUT, slight overstimulation, sub!matt, softdom!reader, mentions getting heard at the end, idk what else 😊

Matt sat beside you in the car with an attitude after the video was done. he has been a dick all day. every time you made a comment to Nick or Chris he would roll his eyes, and he refused to say anything. the second you pulled in the driveway he ran inside. He sat in his room on his phone. annoyed, you followed after him

"Matt, seriously?" "What?" him acting clueless pissed you off even more "Don't 'what' me, you've been a dick all day!" "So I'm a dick because I'm tired?" you stay silent for a second

"Ok, I'm going out with Madi, you can rest or whatever you need" you tell him as you grab your purse and your phone "You're just leaving?" "You said you're tired, I'm giving you a break" you walk to the door about to leave "Wait" "hm?" you look back at him

"Please" he says in barely a whisper. you look down towards his lap and surprise surprise, he's hard "Matt, seriously?" he starts to blush and hides his face "I'm sorry, I can't control it" you walk towards him

"Don't hide from me" he quickly uncovers his face "Sorry, Y/N" you stay silent for a bit "It's fine, baby...do you need help with that?" he looks at you and nods "Words, Matthew" "Please, mommy...i need you" the name he called you makes you smile

"That's better, tell me what you need" he whispers something to the point you can barely hear him "I need you, I need to feel you" smiling you bend down in whisper in his ear "You want me to 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙮?" he looks down, embarrassed

"Yes...please" "Get on the bed and strip for me, pretty boy" he immediately gets on the bed and takes off his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers "Those too, baby" he whines still embarrassed, but take them off. his length smacking on his stomach

"Is that better, mommy?" you sit next to him "Way better, baby. you wanna be a good boy for me?" he nods immediately "Yes, mommy. wanna be your good boy" "Ok then, you can start by getting yourself off" his face drops immediately "But-" you quickly cut him off

"No buts, since you wanna be a bratty little slut you can do it yourself" annoyed, he starts to get himself off. slowly stroking his dick

"Come on, baby. you can do better than that" you grab his hand and start moving it faster as he starts to let out small moans "Oh shit, feels so good" "Yeah?" he nods, moaning louder "Shh, you don't want Nick and Chris to hear how much of a slut you are, right?"

"No, no. shit, it just feels so good" after a while you could tell Matt was close "Come on, pretty boy. cum for me" "Oh fuck, mommy. I'm cumming" he moans as his cum spurts on his stomach and your hand

"You can give me more, right?" "Mhm" you get on your knees in front of him and start to go down on him "Oh shit" he involuntarily bucks his hips up in your mouth, moaning and whimpering "I'm sorry I can't hold it”

you look up at him, confused until you feel his load shoot down your throat. you get off of him and swallow it

"Mm, there we go" you take off your shorts "Huh? what are you doing?" "You can take more, right?" him still being sensitive he shakes his head "N-no I don't think I can" "Trust me, you can”

you take off your/his shirt and your underwear leaving you in only a bra. you get on his lap hovering over his dick and take off your bra

"Please, mommy. i need you" and with that you line up his length with your core and slowly sink down "Oh shit, Matt. you're so big" due to him still being sensitive he responds with a simple "Mhm" and tries to think of something else so he doesn't cum too quick

"Come on, pretty boy. talk to me" "F-fuck, I can't. i could cum just thinking about you" you slowly start to bounce on his dick "O-oh shit. just like that, mommy”

"Oh god. you feel so good, baby" he starts kissing and sucking your neck to try and distract himself. then your phone starts buzzing "W-who's that?" "Shit, I forgot I had plans with Madi. she could wait though"

you get off his lap and go on all fours "Come here, baby. i want you to fuck me" "O-okay" it's silent for a moment, as soon as you try to speak up he pounds into you

you get off his lap and go on all fours "Come here, baby. i want you to fuck me" "O-okay" it's silent for a moment, as soon as you try to speak up he pounds into you

"Oh fuck, Matt!" "Shit, sorry" you shake your head "No it's fine, I just wasn't ready. you can move" and with that he slowly start to thrust in and out of you "F-fuck you're doing so good, baby. such a good boy for mommy”

"You f-feel so good, mommy" *lhe starts to move faster and his thrusts get sloppy letting you know he's close again "Wait for me, baby. I'm so close" "I'll t-try" after two or three more thrusts he tells you "I can't hold it. please”

"Okay, cum for me" and with that he cums deep inside you, moaning as you do the same. he pulls out and you both lay down "Matt" no response "Baby?" you look down and see him asleep. I guess you really did 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙙𝙧𝙮. you end up falling asleep next to him

and you sure did get some comments from Madi, Nick and Chris the next day

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[archangeldyke-all]

Sevika × Great outdoors lesbian reader

Because Sevika has definitely never laid a hand on a real tree. But that's fine! She can just fall in love with somebody who knows all about trees and nature in general :)

(Maybe they can go hug some together when they're old coots)

this is hilarious

men and minors dni

sevika doesn't like nature.

she's never been one for the outdoors. as a kid, she spent most of her time in her room reading. as an adult, she spends most of her time working. being outside is something that happens to sevika only when she needs to get from one inside setting to another. she'd never choose to just... go outside.

there's bugs outside. and wind. and unpredictable weather, which always ends up with sevika sweating and getting all sticky, or getting caught in the fucking rain and being damp the rest of the day, or freezing her tits off on what was supposed to be a mild spring day.

so, no. sevika's not an outdoors-y person.

but then she meets you.

you guys hit it off instantaneously, sevika's pretty sure she falls head over heels in love with you on your first date. it's pathetic and embarrassing, but she's too enamored to care about how cheesy she is with you.

and then you ask her out on a picnic.

she tries so hard to pretend like she likes nature. she tries to pretend that the sun beaming down on her is pleasant, and not making her hot; like the grass isn't prickly and itchy; like the mosquito and flies swarming your spot aren't bothering her.

and she is having fun, don't get her wrong! she loves seeing you in the sun, she's pretty sure you've got sunshine somewhere inside you. she adores watching you make flower chains, is impressed with how patiently and gently you place a stray beetle crawling on your lap onto a plant, loves listening you babble about various birds that fly overhead, and the type of tree you're sitting under.

but, that doesn't stop her from grumpily shoving her hair out of her face when the wind blows it, or screaming when a spider crawls across her leg.

"sevika." you giggle at the end of your date. you've walked her home, and you're exchanging kisses at her front door.

"mhm?" she asks.

"if you don't like being outside, we don't have to go to the botanical gardens next weekend." you say, referring to the date you guys planned together a few hours ago. "we can go to a restaurant or catch a movie or something."

"but you're so excited for the arbor day celebration! you've been babbling about it since you picked me up!" she says. you giggle.

"yeah, but i don't want you to be miserable on our date."

"i won't be, i promise." she says, kissing your worries away. "i'll be with you-- nothing can make me miserable when i'm with you."

as your relationship progresses, sevika becomes slightly more connected to nature. how could she not, when you're constantly outside in the yard, gardening and watching birds and fucking foraging wild foods-- always rambling sweetly about the plants and animals you see?

this doesn't mean she'd ever choose to go outside. but if you're going, she'll always tag along.

she starts to like nature walks. when she's moving, the bugs can't catch her as fast. plus, she sees a ton of cute dogs on her walks with you-- that's always a plus.

she loves the more scientific side of raising a garden with you. she'll be the one to sprout all your seeds inside on a sunny windowsill, nurturing them until they're big enough to survive outside. she's also the one who'll visit the garden supply store and help you figure out ph-levels in soils, fertilizers, where you should plant each crop to get the proper amount of sun in your yard... she's into the logistics of it all.

she takes care of all the houseplants too-- she's got a little schedule written for herself on a post-it about which plant to water when. it's really cute.

you're most likely to get her to spend a day in the park with you when it's fall.

it's her favorite season. the sun is always hiding behind grey clouds, which means she gets less migraines. the bugs have all gone away for the season, and the coolish weather is the perfect temperature for her. plus, she loves the smell of the dying leaves.

(you know she likes the way the leaves change colors too-- but she'll never say something so romantic and cheesy out loud.)

her favorite outdoor activity, however, is sitting on your screened in back-porch-- a pair of binoculars hanging from her neck, both of you waiting for pretty birds to come visit the various feeders you have scattered around your property. she gets to sit and smoke, she gets to be kinda inside, and she gets to watch the way you grin when you see a bird you've never seen before.

sure, she finds the birds pretty, but she finds your reactions much prettier.

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Hotch being the biggest fucking simp baby boy to you ever and everyone who has ever known him before is so confused. Like you being so mom to him like “you haven’t slept in a week your coming home right now paper work be dammed”

And then giving him that good good as a reward for taking care of himself

thank you so much for this request i had a lot of fun writing it!

cw: PDA, almost office sex, lightly described smut

Her visitor's badge was laminated and always on her keychain, that’s how often she was at Quantico to see her boyfriend. The night shift ladies at the front desk gave her a wave, the security guard gives her a nod and a smile and then she was in the elevator, on her way up to see Agent Hotchner. 

When the elevator reaches floor 6, the doors open with a ding and she’s greeted by the group of agents leaving for the night, including Doctor Reid, who is usually the second last one to leave every night. “Hey, Y/N?” 

“Hey, Spence, is he still in his office?” She asks, walking past him and turning around so she could still face him while heading towards the double glass doors. 

He nods, “yup, have fun trying to get him out of there.”

“Oh, I’ll get him out,” she sends him a wink. “Have a good night, Dr. Reid.”

“You too!” He shouts before the elevator door closes with him inside. 

She heads right into the bullpen, past the collection of agents' desks and up the few steps to Aaron’s office. “Oh, lover boy?!” She walks right in to see him with Agent Prentiss and Jareau. “Oh… hi?”

“Lover boy?” Emily repeats, turning to Hotch with a smirk, “really?”

“I thought you guys had gone home already… I mean, Spencer is already gone?” She can’t help but panic, Hotch isn’t one for PDA or pet names at work. 

He gets up from his seat behind his desk and Emily steps out of the way so he can come right up to her and wrap her up in a big hug. “It’s okay, lover, we were just scheduling some play dates.”

“Oh,” she settles into the hug and feels her heart flutter. He kisses her cheek and below her ear, “Aaron…”

“What? I haven’t seen you in days and you smell so good,” he holds her tighter, hand slipping down to grab a handful of her ass which makes her yelp and jump back. 

“What has gotten into you?”

Emily and JJ just laugh, they’ve never seen him like this, but it’s nice to see. “We’ll go,” JJ teases, heading towards the door with Emily in tow. “I’ll call you, Declan and Henry are going to be with Will all week, so whenever Jack wants to come over, he can.”

“Mhm,” he brushes them off, pulling Y/N back in and continuing to kiss her cheek and neck. 

They close the door behind themselves and then it’s just two lovers locked behind closed doors. “Aar-bear? Seriously?” 

“I’ve missed you so much,” he all but growls in her ear, taking a nibble as his hands head back down to cup her ass. 

“That’s why I came to get you,” she says through giggles. “I don’t want you here all night doing stupid fucking paperwork, come home already!” 

“I could do you instead? How’s that sound, huh? I could bend your pretty little ass over the desk and fuck you senseless?” He whispers, antagonizing her. 

“Aaron Hotchner, you have not slept in a week how are you supposed to do that?” She replies, turning on her "mom" voice. 

“Oh, I’ll show you,” he teases, maneuvering her towards the desk and thanking god that the blinds were already closed. 

“You gonna fuck me on the desk?” 

He shakes his head and he spins her around so he can brush her hair off of her neck and kiss her shoulder, up towards her ear, “Is that what you want?” 

She nods, “Show me how much you missed me… you talked a big game on the ph—” 

He pushes her chest down against the desk and grinds his bulge against her ass, “did I?”

She lets out a breathy, “Yeah… you did.” As she straightens up and pushes her ass against him. 

“I distinctly remember you were the one who started it every night… calling me from the bathtub, telling me what I was missing out on,” Aaron breathes into her ear. 

She giggles, “if you didn’t jump me once I walked in the room, I was going to take you home to that.” 

“Really?” He softens, “I’d like that a lot.” 

“I know,” she turns in his grip and cups his face in her hands, “as much as I’d love a quickie in your office, I really want to spend a night with you in our bed.” 

“Lead the way,” he says instead of a standard yes.

And when they get home, she helps him out of his suit and into the shower. She lathers a loofa with soap and runs it over his chest as they talk about their week. He glistens under the water, she runs her hands all over his biceps and his chest, just admiring him until it's his turn to do the same to her. He takes his time, the moisturizer in the body wash she uses makes his hands glide over her skin, almost massage-like.

He spins her around carefully, kissing the back of her neck and shoulder while his soapy hands roam her stomach and breasts. She feels so unbelievably loved in that moment it’s hard to think about anything else. He’s finally home, his hands are finally on her and all she wants is more. So much more. 

When they’re clean, they hop out of the shower and dry off to the best of their ability between stolen kisses and murmurs of “I love you,” they finally make their way to the bed where the lovemaking is slow and drawn out and beautiful… but it’s also passionate and deep and with drawn out moans and the headboard hitting the drywall so hard it might’ve left a few dents. Nevertheless, it’s a perfect welcoming home present. 

But there’s nothing better than falling asleep in Aaron's strong arms, his skin is soft and he smells like sandalwood and sex and he’s happy. It’s all she could ever ask for. 

[arthenaa]

Hey bro I like your writing and I was wondering if you could give us some Mizu x Filipino!Reader hcs🥺👉👈 ̶(̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶n̶a̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶j̶e̶c̶t̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶)̶

I have to make this poetic I'm so sorry but also making it modern!au and canon setting teehee (ALSO DOUBLE UPDATE?) slight nsfw ig!! mdni.

canon divergent, just think of this is as that scene from Goyo where Remedios and Gregorio Pilar do a wholeass pining scene idk

Absolutely met you at some fancy ass noble party

You're a child of a wealthy Senor who's in great partnership with the Lords from the Commonwealth

Mizu's camping in and disguising herself in the party to find more intel on her next target and then she bumps into you

at first you're like very inquisitive of where she came from (considering that you view her as a man at this point), how she enjoys the party and what not

then you're suddenly like ik what you're doing. you're not from here.

Mizu's thrown off bc haha this is an international gathering of sorts and like ppl here are mostly foreign

you're like well its bc you're so obvious when it comes to occasions like this that I've already spotted you from a while back

and so youre like dancing and all and Mizu has no choice but to extract info from you

she reveals that shes looking for a white man, and that he may have connections here in the ph

and coincidence cuz you, who's also a part of the resistance, have been tracing the weapons provider of the spanish army.

so you guys work together. you give her intel, she helps you hunt down the provider and their little goons

it kind of starts like an enemies to lovers .... kind of a forced situation where Mizu has to deal with the resistance in order to get to what she wants but rlly theres no other way around

falls in love w your love for your country

despite your privileged upbringing, you're deeply interconnected with your roots, and have been fighting for the filipino people

you guys fight over the simplest of things, like how she doesnt wear things right or holds weapons correctly

you definitely bond over weaponry though and its history. the first time you've seen her katana, you were so amazed. in return, you showed her a kampilan—a sword carved and forged by your grandfather. she had so many questions.

yeahh overall i think what pulled you together was your shared anger and desperation for justice. No matter the situation, whether it be a resistance against oppression or looking for the man that caused a hellscape within your life, y'all resonated with the emotions and trauma that came with that.

BEST BELIEVE THE SEX WAS GOOD and rough and yes hbejawhejehe mhm

anys thats all. you're like PARA SA PILIPINAS and shes on her knees.

modern au hehe

met through int sch program. mizu is a transferee from japan who joined their uni's international program and got linked w ur sch

she was in one of ur classes and like yeah, she was nearest to u so she had no choice but to ask u for sch stuff

YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS PRETTY CUTE but like u wanted a good impression so u tried to help her as much as u could

even gave her a tour of the campus

showed her a few iconic eating places that she could go to jic her budget was on a limit or wanted good filo food

you wanted to expose her to the culture as slowly as u could just so that she could adapt and pace herself

definitely stuck by your side since then

you learned that she's going to study here for 3 years before going back to japan for her masters, and you're like wow thats so cool and shes like thanks

definitely a gamer

you guys hang out at one of the comp shops nearby (IF NAGAARAL KAYO SA TAFT .... guys suki ako don HAHAHA)

loves learning abt history, esp filipino craftsmanship

you definitely treat her to various street foods

mizu : what's this

you : we call it kwek kwek, but u can call it neon balls

mizu: neon balls????

showed and taught her how public transpo works once, and she gets a hang of it a week later

knows her way around manila than you do (author is projecting mb)

knows basic filo words when navigating. you teach her the slang.

basically friends to lovers guys omg, ayon sana all eme

you do that lips thing where you point w ur lips and at first, she was so confused (this is during your relationship)

she thought you were asking for a kiss and she kissed u and you were like ?!@!?@??$?

mizu: ha

you: I WAS ASKING FOR THE,ASd MUGWTF

mizu: ahhh my bad haha

walks u to class teehee

hangs around in empty class rooms esp comp labs and you guys watch movies there

momol sa dorm, momol sa clasroom na madilim, momol sa may agno charot

MOMOL = MAKE OUT MAKE OUT LANG

revels in simple pda like linking ur pinkies together, thigh against thigh when seating, and just yk so landi. landi niyo.

you have her id pic on the back of ur id and she yours on her clear phonecase

EWWWW GAY PPL (affectionate)

unintentionally matching

loves gifting u jewelry esp necklaces (likes to see it when u guys are in the bedroom, splayed on your chest and just yk decorating your collarbones so nicely)

holds your hand and helps you cross the street omf

pays for ur commute fee when riding the jeepney

memorizes ur kwek kwek and fishball sauce combination

loves exchanging one shoe w u for funsies

loves taking pics w u w the cats on campus

OVERALL A CUTIE TEEHEE!

A/N: DEDICATED KAY DELULU RECEIVER!! eto para sayo sorry ginutom keta ng sobra huhu @ianiralvs may isa pa kong utang sayo na req mo hihi gagawen ko pa yon to muna HHAHHAHA

[sixtysixproblems]

guess who's back guys.

Chapter Summary:

Codywan crumbs, Batch Cubed makes it's introduction, and Ponds learns more holonet lore than he'd like.

Fic Summary:

Cody: Look, it's the vod who's so basic he's off the PH scale Wolffe: cody you nerd what the fuck does that even mean ~-~-~ Your standard chat-fic nonsense that accidentally developed plot arcs. Tags may change (T rating/no archive warnings will stay the same though), and the fic will get more plotty/angsty as time goes on :)

Tags & Shit:

Wordcount As Of Post: 57,096 Chapters As Of Post: 12/? Category: Primarily gen focus, but romance & ships do play a part. Relationships: Bly & Cody & Fox & Ponds & Rex & Wolffe, Bly/Aayla Secura, Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Fox/Quinlan Vos, Boba Fett & Ponds Other: Humor, Crack, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It, Angst, Emotional Hurt-Comfort

This was totally posted on may 4th in my timezone yep mhm definitely. im not two hours off at alllllll

[kajinovaa]

ive been... on a very prominent liking for morally gray ph!Dynamight lately OO it uh-... im using it to play with a brush i havent used for a good while now

so i decided to participate as a smol puny villain scum sacrifice who gets apprehended by Mr. Explosion himself, all for experimental wip purposes ofc mhm mhm ✌️😔✨️

the way i could say that one particular strap has a purpose, but its completely impractical and only placed there for the mooba squish HDKDNDJDNDJ i might totally change the designs tho since... things need some practicality i guess????????

[tao-lay]

my mom is back home. she wasnt able to get a regular ward nor an icu room. the whole time she just stayed in the er with my dad waiting for a room while tests were being done to her.

(yet despite being in the freakin er overnight for less than a day, the hospital bill alrd racked up to approx usd$560, wow i hate the ph government system lmao) overall she is okay, but her left side is limp. this entire week weve been helping her move around to go to the bathroom, change her clothes, eat, and things like that.

she has been cranky too, and very irritable. which is soooo totally understandable. like, who the fuck wouldnt be after experiencing something so traumatic and then suddenly not being able to use half your body after that.

its been tough but it is what it is. im just thankful my managers and workmates are so kind and so understanding. im just so thankful this situation happened in my current job bc if it happened on the other one theyd be all "mhm yeah okay but ure still coming in tomorrow right?" lol

i digress. when my mom is asleep at night, thats when i can "relax", i catch up on what ive missed from gmm and game grump and other content i subscribe to. i know this liiiittle sacrifice i have to make for my mom doesnt even account to 1% of the things she has done for the entire family, so im not complaining. im just glad shes still here. we still make little quips and jokes every once in a while, and thats good enough for me.

i wish things were better, could be better. soon? in the future? any time, as long as itll be better.

[astrxealis]

prommmmmmmmmm i'm fine w not going w anyone but i kinda do bcs !!!!!

[whaleofatjme1920]

might I request Jane x reader that starts with reader patching Jane up and possibly transforms into a far more ”interesting” relaxation. you know the… oral…kind..,

Melted Sugar and Honey

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: lemon content, oral sex, some fingering but mostly oral. MINORS DNI]

[AN: have a kinda similar fic bc I ended up doing Headcanons here. More Jane Content ALSO just because I titled this thing "melted sugar and honey" doesn't mean pussy is supposed to taste sweet it's a self cleaning organ it just *is*. Though if anything is wrong, go see your doctor if your PH is off. Turned them into headcanons too-]

You like taking care of Jane, in fact, it's one the better parts of your relationship. Granted, she likes to take care of you as much as you do her, but these moments are kinda special between the two of you.

They're quiet and intimate. You love to touch her, gently gliding your hands over her body, taking care of every little scrape, cleaning her off, making sure she's well taken care of. You don't like her to be in pain.

One of the most interesting places she's managed to get hurt were her thighs. Usually, she's been scratched on her forearms, shoulders, hands especially, but her legs? She's always been good on not letting people mess with her legs.

There's multiple little scrapes and cuts on her thighs that have you taking the utmost care of her. Nasty bruises forming as well. "Are you doing okay?" You ask softly. Your feathery touch is something she wants to lean into.

"Mhm," Jane hums, her dark eyes looking at you with a swirling haze. She lets you work on her just a bit longer, her fingers gently brushing over your scalp, long nails massaging you.

You know what she's trying to do, but play innocent the entire time.

You look up at her with a small smile, ready to get up and leave. "I think that's everything!" You chirp.

Her strong legs pull you back in. "Wasn't I good for you?" She purrs in a deeply velvety voice.

Your heart flutters in your chest. Not one to keep her waiting, you nod. "Yes, ma'am," you say softly, your lips trailing up her exposed thighs, careful to not disturb your work.

She moves her underwear to the side, letting you look at her pussy. She's just barely glistening, waiting for you to touch her. You quietly ask her for permission before slowing inching your fingers upwards and begin to trace her. Top to bottom, you spread her slick over your index and middle finger.

She breathes softly in approval, leaning back on the table to give you better access to her. Her legs spread a bit more for you to nestle in between them - she's holding you close against her, her calves resting against your upper back to push you in.

Tentatively, you push your fingers into her, loving the way she exhales deeply from her nose, a smile spreading to her lips. She's warm and soft. You let out a shaky breath, eager to please her and begin to thrust your fingers, stretching her out for a moment or two.

"Good job, baby," she praises, her fingers lovingly caressing your face. "Just a little-oh fuck-," she breathes out, "just a little more." Her hips buck upwards to your fingers. She's pulsing around you. You love how wet she it, pleased that you're doing this to her.

When she's satisfied with your fingers, she bring your head down. "Open your mouth, just like that," she purrs sweetly, "eat."

You take the flat of your tongue and lick her top to bottom, moaning quietly at how her muscles tense and how her breath hitches slightly. You spend some time lazily licking at her lips, her slit, your tongue every now and then swirling her clit before you move your hand upwards to gently circle it.

She moans quietly at how your thumb lightly presses her before applying more pressure. Meanwhile, your tongue slips in between her folds and you begin to lap her up, your tongue salivating at how she tastes. A thick heat spreads to your cheeks as you thumb her clit and lick at her harder.

"Baby, my baby," she mewls, her hand holding the back of your head to push you against her now weeping cunt.

You look up at her sweetly, begging her to use you to her heart's content.

Jane grins. "You're such a good pet, you know that?" She giggles deeply before her head tilts back, long black hair falling down her back from her shoulders, mouth open in a moan. Jane bucks her hips upwards to meet your tongue, her cunt practically squeezing around your pink muscle as you explore and please her further.

[forrests-waterfall]

Little!Tommy and CG!SBI // RPF

A/N : Okay so I apologize if this writing is just everywhere. I just really wanted to get this done because it was a self comfort fic aa. I’m hoping that if I do enough small writings, it’ll help me improve! (Because I took a long long break from writing before this blog pff) Hope you enjoy none the less. (Is that how you use that sentence? I dunno). Also the place I talk about Tommy wanting to see is not an actual build on the Origins SMP.

Also, not edited!! There may be misspells!! And this does not represent the entire “Tubbo replaced Tommy with Ranboo” thing at all. I don’t like those kinds of things, so please don’t relate it to that. And this is based off their Internet personalities if that makes sense??

TW/CW : Cursing, the nicknames kiddo and bubs

It was a good stream with the bench trio so far, the three of them just hanging out and poking fun at one another from time to time. Basically just the normal for the three.

It had been just them talking for about an hour or so, but they ended up deciding they were going to hop on the Origins SMP. Tubbo and Ranboo needed to fix stuff around the server and Tommy would follow them around, probably making fun of little stuff that didn’t make sense.

It was fun for all of them, especially Tommy since he hadn’t been on the Origins SMP much. It was cool to see all the stuff everyone built.

“Burn bitch!” Tommy’s avatar hit Tubbo’s with a diamond sword, making the other’s health go down. “I didn’t even do anything that time!” Ranboo let out a laugh at the other two—he then attacked Tommy’s character with his own weapon. “Sorry, Tommy! I have to do it for the content”

Tommy let out a groan, “excuses! It just cause you two are fucking married so you have to be like ‘oh I’m Ranboo, and I love a man platonically who likes eating DIRT with bees. And I must protect him’” The teen raised his voice higher so it sounded like he was mocking the other.

“Bees don’t eat dirt”

They continued messing around on the server, Tommy proceeded to do the same thing he was doing.

Though, he noticed a building on the SMP that caught his eye. He hadn’t seen it before so he had to go to it.

“Hey, let’s-“

“Ranboo we have to go over there to get the right materials”

The blond raised an eyebrow, and then went to the other’s characters.

Deciding what he wanted to explore wasn’t that important anymore, he followed them.

The other two just needed smelted stone for—whatever reason. Tommy wasn’t listening, he was focused on something else.

While on the way back to where they were, they passed by the place again. Since it was on the way, it wouldn’t be too much of an interruption to what the other two were doing. And he didn’t want to go alone, plus he needed someone to tell him what the hell it was.

“Mr.Ranboob, I think we shoul-“ “that’s cobblestone Tubbo!” The brunet looked at what the other was holding, which was definitely not smooth stone. Tubbo let out an exaggerated gasp, “what??”

Letting out a soft sigh, he knew they’d be taking another trip. So he went along with it again.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, it’s just a building in a game. He could always see what it was another time.

—————

This went on for another two hours.

Tommy continued to be interrupted due to the other two needing to do something. And he didn’t want to get in the middle of what they wanted to do.

The teen always shook it off as what he wanted to do was not that important, and it wouldn’t be entertaining for the viewers for Tommyinnit to look at a new build he hadn’t seen.

Though he’d be lying if he said it didn’t upset him.

He just wanted to see the colorful arrangement of blocks! Was that so much to ask? Plus it had some flowers around it, it was pretty!

“Alright let’s go over here” Tommy whined at another instruction, at this point he felt like an extra. Not because it was them two doing stuff together, but because he wasn’t helping. He wasn’t adding on to anything, except some commentary.

But he wanted to do more than that! But after he saw the thing he wanted to see, but that wasn’t happening. So he couldn’t help but get distracted by what his mind seemed to be fixated on. (Aka, the structure.)

Luckily for Tommy, he wasn’t streaming. So nobody could see that he had his knees up to his chest, and that his eyes were a bit glassier than normal.

And they definitely couldn’t see him chewing on his fingers with his non vacant hand.

He was tired, mentally and physically. He wanted to be listened to, not ignored whether it was intentional or not. (Of course he knows it’s not intentional, those are his best friends! But he’s still upset about it.)

The now mentally younger let out a small whine, this wasn’t fair! They were barley paying any attention to him at all. “Tommy?” The little perked his head up and looked towards Ranboo’s character. He hadn’t noticed he was spaced out for so long. “Yeah?” “You were quiet so I was just checking up on you”

Tommy let out a long exhale before speaking, “I was doing big man shit! Somethin’ you wouldn’t understand, Ran-boo”

The other two let out a fit of laughter while Tommy took his other hand away from the mouse.

Acting big wasn’t fun and just hurt him in a way he couldn’t describe. He hated it. He wanted Wilby, and Techie, and Ph-

“I gotta get off. Mum is asking me to do the dishes”

He waited for a response, hopefully they didn’t question why is was so random. “alright! Bye Tommy!” “Bye Tommy!! Say bye to Tommy, chat!”

The blond let out a few giggles before clicking his mouse and ending the call. He let out a sigh of relief and quickly opened the group chat with the other sleepy bois.

He pressed the call button, not thinking if his friends were busy or not. He just wanted his caregivers right now, that’s all that mattered to him.

He messed with his fingers nervously while listening to the call ring. Surely someone could answer, right?

His doubts were cut off rather quickly by a familiar voice speaking up, “Hey Toms! Is everything alright? It’s not usual for you to call out of nowhere”

The little let out a small whimper again, too shy to explain what was going on. Though, Wilbur caught on quickly. He immediately shifted into caregiver mode, “Bubs, what’s wrong? Did something happen during the stream, bud?” Tommy messed with his fingers some more before chewing on them once again.

“Ah ah, go get your pacifier, Toms. Then you can tell me about what happened”

The mentally (and physically) younger got up from his chair and walked over to a nearby dresser. He grabbed ahold of his red and black pacifier and went back to his desk. “Good job! Now can you tell me what’s up, bubs?” Tommy messed around with his pacifier, since he had something other than his hands to distract him.

“Tub an ‘Boo ignorin’ me” he raised the pacifier up to his mouth, “don’ think they meanin’ to though”

Wilbur nodded at the response, seeming to think for a moment. “Well, why don’t I tell Ranboo and Tubbo how it made you feel, yeah? I’ll let them know after the stream. I’m sure they didn’t mean it”

Tommy looked up at the camera, “no! Theys gon’ think I’m c’ybaby. An’ then theys gon’ be sad cause they made me sad” he curled into a ball on his chair and put his pacifier in his mouth. Wilbur let out a small “ah” to show he understood.

“They won’t call you a crybaby, Toms.” The older took a second to think, “They’ll be happy that you told them though. So then they’ll know what they were doing to make a little one like you, upset”

The little seemed to think for a moment and then nodded his head as an, “okay”.

Discord made a noise from Tommy’s computer, notifying the two that someone else had joined. The blond smiled as Technoblade’s icon lit up, almost immediately he made grabby hands at the camera.

“Techie!!”

The older let out a soft laugh, you could tell he was smiling from behind the screen. “Hey, bubs. Do we have a little kiddo today?” Tommy giggled and nodded his head. Technoblade turned on his camera, he knew when Tommy was regressed it tended to make him comfier if he could see everyone.

“I’m sure Phil will be here in just a second, I was just on the call with him” he stopped to take a breathe, “and I’m sure he’ll be very excited to see little Tom Toms”

The little let out another small fit of giggles before standing up from his chair and grabbing ahold of a raccoon stuffie. He brought it back to his desk and held it up to the camera. “Look!! His name Racco!!” Tommy excitedly announced, basically bouncing in his chair. “He’s adorable, bubs! Is that the one Phil got you?” The mentally younger nodded as he played with the Raccoon’s tail.

Tommy looked up at his screen as he heard someone join, it was Phil!!

“Phil look!! ‘S name is Racco!!”

“Oh! You already named him, huh?” Phil had ordered him a new plushie since he had been doing good. It was a small gift from the older. “Mhm!!”

“Heyyy! I thought we agreed I’d give him his next stuffed animal” Wilbur fake pouted as he crossed his arms, “you took too long” Phil replied, letting out a chuckle.

Wilbur was going to get him a new stuffie too?? Wait huh? Tommy’s eyes lit up, “new stuffie from Wilby??” Wilbur replied with a nod, “yep! We can talk about that tomorrow though, there’s someone who wants to talk to you” the younger tilted his head to the side confused. “Well, two people”

Wilbur added Ranboo and Tubbo to the call after the stream had ended (after asking them of course). Tubbo spoke up first, “I’m sorry Toms, I didn’t know we made you upset and we didn’t mean to.” Ranboo hummed in agreement, “yeah. We apologize, we didn’t mean to hurt your feelings”

The blond thought about what they said for a moment before having a fake little conversation with his stuffie. “Shoul we fo’give them? They seems sorry” he whispered to his stuffie as he made the plush pat him on the arm, basically saying yes.

The little looked back at the camera and made a thumbs up. “Is okay! I fo’give you.” He seemed to think for a moment, “I will super fo’give you if you buys me a new sweater!!” everyone in the call laughed, “will do, kiddo”

Tommy then rambled on and on about a new cartoon him and Techno watched together the other night. They all listened and asked questions about it, and Tommy eventually forgot about what happened earlier. Plus, it didn’t matter anymore. They said sorry and it was all better!!

Soon enough, Tommy let out a small yawn as his eyes threatened to close.

“Aw, is bubs tired from his long day today?” Wilbur’s voice softened as the little looked away, “no! Not tired!!”

“You sure, Toms? You can always talk to us tomorrow if you want.” Techno explained while adjusting his headphones.

“Nope! Don’ wanna”

“But Toms, you can play allllll day tomorrow if you do! Wouldn’t you want to spend more time with Racco?”

The little looked at his plush before looking back at the camera. He let out a sigh and nodded.

“Otay”

“Alright, go ahead and get changed into some comfier clothes.”

“Yeah! Me and Ranboo have to go but it was really nice talking to you, kiddo! Goodnight” Tubbo smiled at the camera before waving. Tommy waved back as the two left the call.

He then turned off his camera and changed into a blue onesie with a rocket ship pattern on it.

He turned his camera back on, “good job, bubs! Can you try and switch over to your phone for me?

Tommy grabbed ahold of his phone and pulled up the discord group chat, with a click of a button he joined the call on his phone.

He went over to his bed with the Raccoon plush and pulled the covers over himself.

Everyone had turned their camera’s off by now.

“Goodnight, little Tom Tom. Sweet Dreams. We’ll be here when you wake up”

“Ni Ni”

Tommy then closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. Today was a good day for little Tommy.

[reallyprofoundkryptonite]

Grains of Sand

I may post this on ao3, but for now, here’s this. It’s short, yes, but I may add more. Full story under the cut.

Summary: Krogan finds a solice-filled moment with a past lover. (Also Krogan being a bit of a sap :3)

Ship: Viggo/Krogan

Krogan chewed on the stub of the rolled up dragon root blunt he’d recently lit, a dark glare settling across his face as he stared across the room, out the window, where stars glinted far above.

He took a moment, and grabbed the blunt from his mouth to puff smoke from his lungs. It laszily curled around his heavily scarred nose. The scars looked a lot worse than the wound had been.

Along the left side of his face, sharp talons had seared through his cheek, over his nose, and ripped up his right eye, effectively blinding it, and hiving it a milky, pale film.

He was even lucky he managed to escape, but by faking his death with some cleverly strewn puddles of blood, and an already dead corpse wearing his clothes- and a face that slightly resembled his own- it was easy enough.

“Ph,” he grunted. Maybe not that easy, considering at that point he had multiple heavily bleeding head wounds, a fractured sternum, and a cracked tibia- which had ended up completely breaking, but he was getting around fine, if limping a little.

He sucked in a bit of air through his nose, before snorting it out.

Krogan then stood from his slouched position against the far wall, startling the man sat next to him at a table. Krogan spared him a sideways glance at the slightly shocked expression the man had smacked on his face, mouth slightly ajar.

Krogan snorts, and shifted away from the edge of the room. He’s known that look for a long time. No one expected him to be as tall as he was. It was normal, everyday.

Krogan placed his blunt back into his mouth, as he moved to the front of the slightly grimy room of the tavern. The lanterns that lit the room had fireworms scrambling around in them, which sent light flickering across the room whenever the fiery creatures flicked their tongues or clambered around in their impromptu cages.

With a small grunt, Krogan settled into one of the stools at the front of the bar, shooting a disdainful glance at the ground, however he did not voice his disgust at how short the stools were, nor the fact that his legs had to be squished and cramped underneath the heavy, lacquered pine countertop.

“Bit tall, ain’t ye?” The bartender grunted, lifting himself from his slouched position, wiping off a glass.

“Mhm’.” Krogan rumbled, slouching against the bar, placing his elbows on the counter. “Can I get a Mayer Whiskey?”

The bartender nodded.

“Yer lucky.” He said. “We got one bottle o’ the stuff left.”

Krogan gave him a glance, and then tilted his head when the deep, amber brown fluid was placed down in front of him.

“Thank you.” Krogan grunted, giving the man (what he hoped) was a friendly half smile.

Internally, he gave a happy noise, when the man gave him a toothy grin back.

“No problem, mister.” The bartender turned to go back to cleaning the glasses along the wall.

Krogan, however, slid him a few gold pieces, and took his first sip of whiskey. It was sweet, and most definitely a divine flavor, just how he liked it.

He closed his eyes, giving a contented rumble as the liquid burned down his throat.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in…” someone plopped down in the seat next to him, and Krogan slowly opened his eyes.

“You have got to be fuckin kidding me…” he grit out, as he slowly turned his head to stare daggers at the smugly grinning Viggo Grimborn.

“How are you not dead, you bastard?” Krogan hissed, gripping his cup a bit tighter, his knuckles turning white, the glass creaking beneath his grip.

“I could ask you the same thing, Krogan.” Viggo snorted. “You stick out like a sore thumb if you know what you’re looking for, by the way.”

Krogan’s ears shifted, halfway pinning back, his brows cinching together.

“And why were you looking for me if you thought I was dead?” Krogan raised a brow (the one that wasn’t currently paralyzed due to his healing facial scars.)

“I had a sneaking suspicion that you probably weren’t dead.” Viggo said, his face growing a bit more serious. “You have a pretty nasty habit of not staying dead.”

Krogan gave a small laugh.

“Is that a threat?” Krogan asked, lowering his gaze slightly to look Viggo up and down. He still looked… somewhat the same… a bit skinnier, but it was probably due to not being able to access the same food as before. Krogan, however, hadn’t lost a pound- and he was proud of that- stealing and hunting had a lot of effort in it, and even if scrounging up a bit of food got him some calories, he still needed to watch what he was eating.

“Oh, no, of course not.” Viggo purred. He slowly reached out, and gave a small, somewhat grateful, if not wholly relived smile.

His hand landed on Krogan’s chin, swiping at the bit of dragon root that was crumbled at the corner of Krogan’s lip.

“I’m just happy you’re alive.”

Krogan gave a slightly disgruntled noise, feeling his cheeks start to heat up in embarrassment and flustered disgruntlement.

“Viggo-“ Krogan grunted, however, he slowly reached up, placing a gentle hand on Viggo’s. He then looked to the side. He and Viggo hadn’t seen each other on the best of terms the last time.

“Do you-“

“Of course I forgive you, Krogan.” Viggo interrupted. “Don’t feel bad.”

Krogan looked back at him, and then he slowly glanced around, making sure no eyes were on them, before he leaned in, wrapping his arms around Viggo’s neck.

In one, gentle moment, he gently placed a kiss on Viggo’s mouth, and nuzzled his nose into Viggo’s. Despite the rocky past, Krogan had a feeling he wanted to stay with Viggo.

Just to be safe.

[junicai]

i search the universe.

| order no. | 5/21

| summary | Are ‘exploring’ and ‘being hopelessly lost’ synonyms? According to Jongin, they most definitely are.

| word count | 1.9k

| warnings | mentions of kidnapping but it’s just an old lady looking out for Aria when she’s with two very suspicious looking older men, sasaengs 

| era | circa. January 2020 

a/n: this definitely took a turn from the request, but i hope you still like it! if you’re not vibing with it, you can dm me, and i’ll see what i can re-write. thank you! 

The tour was set to kick off again in San Diego, California, after a pause for the duration of December. The time off was greatly appreciated; Aria found herself sleeping for twelve hours at a time occasionally, her sleep schedule trying to right itself after having been flipped on its head too many times to count. 

The flight from Seoul to California was long, and Aria had slept for a grand total of twenty minutes by the time they touched down on the tarmac runway again. 

It had been Jongin’s idea to go exploring before their first schedule that evening, an invitation that was proposed to all the members but only accepted by Taemin. When Jongin’s deflated look was fixed on Aria, she crumbled like the weak woman that she was, and agreed to accompany the two older men on an impromptu trip around the city. 

She’d never even left Ireland prior to joining the company (bar skating competitions, but those were less of a trip and more of a airport-taxi-hotel-rink-repeat combo, if you will) so each new city was met with widened eyes and dramatic oohs and aahs.

The trio had dropped their suitcases into their hotel rooms - Jongin rooming with Taemin this time around, and Aria with Ten - and pulled out a light jacket for outerwear, in Aria’s case, before they were marching out the door, masks pulled up over their faces. 

Aria’s hoodie that she had worn on the plane lay on the bedspread in her room, her phone forgotten in it’s pocket. 

The air was cool but not biting outside, and as Aria linked her hand into Taemin’s, the sun was still above the horizon. Jongin slipped his phone back into his pocket.

“The interview is scheduled for 6, which means we need to be back at the hotel for 4, which gives us,” He checked his watch, “Roughly two hours. Maybe a little more, if we push it.”

Taemin fixed him with a look. “Let’s not do that. It’s twenty to two now, lets aim to be back for twenty to four.”

Aria tugged on Taemin’s hand where the singer had still yet to let go. “Mhm! that way, if things go skywards, then we have time to take a back route or something.” 

Jongin nodded, satisfied. “Okay! So, where first?”

Aria exchanged a look with Taemin, before starting down the street. “Let’s find out!” 

With each building, came a new attraction to stare at. Small stalls sat at the street corners, attendees calling out to them to barter their goods. The buildings seemed to climb into the sky for miles, never-ending as far as Aria’s eyes could see.

The city was bustling with noise, cars passing on the wide streets with sharp beeps! that sent Aria jumping into the air occasionally, much to the chagrin of Jongin. 

He caught her waist when she jumped backwards the first time, stopping her from flattening him onto the sidewalk. “You alright there?” He leaned forwards with a teasing grin. 

Aria had huffed, swatting his hands off her waist before fixing her shirt. “Fine.” 

The grin had stayed plastered on Jongin’s face for the next two blocks, widening further when the girl jumped again at the sound of a harsh tire squeal and a series of rapid-fire beeps following it. 

Taemin lead the two away from the commotion, and they continued their in-depth exploration of the city and it’s secrets. 

It was wonderful; Until it wasn’t.

Honestly, they probably should have realized when they started being followed. It happened regularly on the streets back home, but here, they were off-guard and so the first flash of a shutter going off send Taemin stumbling backwards slightly. 

All hell broke loose from there.

A group of fourteen or fifteen teenage girls gathered, the leader of which had her phone gripped in her hand. “KAI OPPA!” She screamed, and like a battle cry - the others joined her.

Aria felt frozen, her legs refusing to cooperate with the frantic run, run, run run run that her brain was playing on a loop. The group advanced quickly, moving around the street corner and were only a few yards away when Jongin grabbed her wrist, fingers encircling tightly, and pulled her into motion. 

They ran on autopilot, blind as to where they were going only knowing that they couldn’t stop. The pounding of feet was still deafening behind them, and Jongin speeded up, Taemin following suit. 

It wasn’t long until Aria felt like she was doing less running and rather simply being tugged along by her wrist; legs pumping as fast as she could made them, but her strides were nearly double what she’d normally take even at a flat out sprint. 

Taemin tugged them both into a small alleyway, hoping that the shade the towering buildings offered on either side was enough to shield them from the fangirls’ piercing gazes.

Aria bent over, hands on her knees, panting.

“Oh god,” Jongin coughed out. “Not a single day, huh?” 

Taemin nodded sadly in commiseration, catching his own breath. “How did they even know it was us?” 

“The hair, probably,” Aria mumbled, already pulling her hair back into her hood. The bleached blonde and sky blue streaks combination was a tell-tale sign, and she kicked herself mentally for not at least putting her hair up into a bun to hide the most dramatic parts of it.

“What do we do now?” Aria looked to the two older men. “Do we just try to make a run for it? I don’t think I can remember which way we even went, we were just running. Oh god, are we lost now? Can we even get back to the hotel?” 

Taemin extended an arm, wrapping around Aria’s back and pulling her into a hug, before subtly moving them both behind a large sign that blocked them from view.

The group of girls passed by the entrance to the alley, chattering loudly. 

“Where did they go?” 

“Did you see which way they went?” 

“Taeminnie oppa~ Saranghae, come back~”

“Who was the 

“Okay,” Taemin took a deep breath. “Okay, we’ve done this before. My phone died somewhere back there, but Aria, do you want to call Baekhyun hyung while Jongin tries to figure out where we are?” 

He received two nods in return, and Aria’s hands patted her pockets. The empty lining gave underneath her fingers, and her stomach sunk slightly in dread. 

“My phone isn’t-” She looked up to Jongin with wide eyes. “I left it in the hotel room, I think, when I changed my jumper.” 

Jongin put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing soothingly. “It’s okay, we still have mine.” 

Aria’s breath was coming in slightly labored, with a light tremor that shook her chest. 

The ringing sounded loud as it echoed down the alley, and Jongin scrambled to turn the phone on silent. 

“What?” Baekhyun’s voice was tinny through the phone’s speakers, and Jongin moved down towards the end of the alley, out of Aria and Taemin’s earshot.

“Hyung,” Jongin spoke, heavy with relief. 

“What? You’ve just woken me up-” Jongin interrupted Baekhyun before he could start yelling down the phone. 

“Hyung, we got followed.” 

“By who?” 

“Fans, we think. They spotted us a couple streets ago, we ran and now we don’t know where we are.” 

A muttered curse came down the phone line, and what sounded like Baekhyun shutting a door. “Right, find out where you are, and I’ll get the manager to come get you lot. This is why I said no to going out, you’re all tired and then things like this happen Jongin-” 

“Hyung! I know, and I’m sorry you can scold me for it later, but right now,” He tossed a glance over his shoulder to Aria, who was encircled in Taemin’s arms. “Aria’s freaking out, and I’m not sure why, but I don’t think hiding in an alley is helping.” 

Baekhyun was silent, breathing out another curse. “Taeyong, he told me - it happened a while ago, and he didn’t tell me a lot, but enough.” 

“Hyung?” 

“Aria had a bad, altercation, lets say, with a sasaeng two years ago. I don’t know what exactly happened - Yongie didn’t tell me - but I’ll bet that’s why she’s freaking right now. Maybe just-” 

The line cut out. 

Jongin shook his phone, clicking the power button. “Hyung? Hyung?”

Taemin looked over. “Is everything alright?” 

“Phone’s dead.” 

Aria’s head peeked up, wide eyed. “Really?” 

Jongin nodded. 

“So- so what do we do? Did you talk to oppa?” 

He bit his lip. “Yeah, yeah I did. We’re gonna go find another store that’ll let us use their phone okay? And we’re gonna call the manager.” He turned to Aria. “Do you think you could talk to someone right now, Ari? Is that okay?” 

Aria took a deep breath, closing her eyes and exhaling smoothly. “I can do that. I can definitely do that.” The tremor in her hands told otherwise, but she tucked them into her pockets to hide that fact.

“Okay. Okay, let’s go.” Taemin peered around the alley walls, looking and seeing no gang of girls waiting to pounce on them. 

The trio stepped out from behind the building walls, and quickly jogged their way into the nearest café - two storefronts down. 

“Miss? Miss, I’m so sorry to bother you, but could I borrow your landline for a moment? My own phone’s dead, you see.” Aria cleared her throat, peering up at the kind lady behind the counter.

Her wizened eyes took in the small stature of Aria, and the two men standing at the doorway, peering outside. They looked suspicious; hoods pulled low over their eyes, and masks hiding the bottom half of their faces, staring out the window as if they were waiting for someone to show up; and they were ready to flee.

 Slowly, an understanding dawned on her - connecting the wrong dots together and garnering a jumbled up picture of the truth.

“Oh, dear of course, just come behind here and I’ll call someone for you - do you have your mother’s number with you? Your father’s?” She began to usher Aria behind the counter.

“Oh, no, miss, that’s alright, I just need to use your phone for a moment-”

The lady leaned closer. “Dear, if those men are trying to take you somewhere, you’re absolutely welcome to stay in the back room. Do you want me to call the cops?”

Aria choked. “Oh! Oh no- oh those are my brothers miss! They’re not- I haven’t been-” 

The lady looked on with squinted eyes. “They can’t hurt you dearie, you’re safe now-”

“No, I promise you miss, they’re my brothers, they just don’t speak very good English. Can I please use your phone? Please?” Aria was begging at this point. 

Reluctantly, a phone was handed to her, and she wasted no time in inputting Baekhyun’s number. It rang once, before being picked up.

“Oppa?” 

[animensfw-smut]

Bakugo x Mineta’s sister! Reader

Gif doesn’t belong to me~~

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, dubcon

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*(Y/n)'s pov*

I am the one and only Mineta (y/n)! I have a not so secret crush on Katsuki Bakugo, the whole school knows! My brother, on the other hand, absolutely hates the fact that i have a crush on Bakugo. You see, unlike my brother, i was average height, and i did not have his ridiculous hair. I have (h/l) (h/c) hair. The only similarity between us was the fact that we were perverts.

Anyway... Walking into class, my eyes shot straight towards Bakugo and i blushed whilst squealing. He looked so cool!!! Quickly taking my phone out, I snapped a few pictures only to have him glare at me,

"Oi, you extra! STOP TAKING PICTURES OF ME!!!" He yelled as his hand created explosions,

"Why don't you come over here and make me, Bakubae?~~" The rest of the class dismissed this as it was an everyday thing. His whole face erupted into red, making me think if he was angry or blushing. He just turned away as i pouted,

"Give me attention, Bakubaby!!!" I ran towards him with my arms spread out. He turned and death glared me as his hand grabbed my face to stop me from moving closer to him. I whined with my arms still out,

"Katsuking~~~ Gimme a kisssyyyyyyyy~"

"No."

"B-But..."

"No."

I pouted and turned around to leave back to my seat.  

The last lesson was gym and we had just finished. The girls went to their changing room and the boys went to their changing room. I knew Bakugo was always the last to shower as he always took the longest. When the boys and girls left the school, i sneaked into the boys' changing room with all of my belongings. Upon entering, i heard the shower running and quickly peeled off my clothes and placed all of my stuff on a bench.  

Grinning perversely, i approached the shower and slowly moved the curtain and slipped in the cubicle. His back was towards the shower and i wrapped my arms around him from behind. His muscles tensed and i spoke,

"Relax it's only me~" He growled and turned his head to glare at me,

"What the hell, you pervert?!" I nuzzled my face into his back and breathed in his scent,

"Mmm, you smell so nice, Bakugo~" I pressed my chest to his back and he froze slightly. Giving a sigh, he removed my arms from him and turned around, pinning me against the shower wall. I stared at him with half-lidded eyes, a blush adorning my cheeks.

"You're really begging to be fucked, aren't you, you desperate bitch?" I bit my lip and nodded my head,

"Fuck me, Bakubabyyyyy~" He smirked,

"That's what you've always wanted me to do, wasn't it? To fuck your tight little pussy and fill it to the brim?" I whimpered as his finger brushed over my core. Wanting more action, I kissed him and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me. His hand was removed from my lower area and instead moved to my waist to pick me up as i wrapped my legs around his waist. Grinding against his dick, i moaned into the kiss and slipped my tongue between his lips. Our tongues swirled together, fighting for dominance which he won.  

"Do you want my cock, you slut?"

"Mmm~ Yes!"

"Who's my slut?"

"I am! I'm Katsuking's slut!" At that, he shoved his dick roughly into me, making me tighten my legs around him. His head was buried in my neck, peppering kisses and leaving bruises. His thrusts penetrating me,

"Ahhh~ Th-There~ Faster...Harder!" I moaned. His groans were music to my ears,

"Ngh~ I sh-should've brought my ph-phone in here~"

"L-Like you could hold it while I'm fucking you~" He grunted as he bit my cheek lightly. I whimpered and his movements quickened as he held me up by my ass against the wall.  

Our moans echoed around the room, making it even more exciting, as anyone could come in at any time. His thick cock pulsed inside of me and my tongue stuck out at the pleasure. Katsuki's warm lips enveloped my tongue and rubbed it against his tongue. I bounced myself up and down on his cock and stuttered,

"C-Cum in me, fill me to the brim with your cum~"Groaning, Katsuki rocked his hips faster into me. I came and he came right after, burying himself deep into me.

"Mnngghhhh~" I moaned out as his warm cum filled my womb. We stayed there for a while, his cock still buried deep into me.  

"Mmm, i really like you, Katsuki." I pouted as i nuzzled my head into his neck. He chuckled softly and tightened his embrace,

"It totally wasn't obvious, nope."

"I just wanted to shower you with my affection!!!" I grinned at the pun i used. He gave a sigh and whispered,

"Mhm, i like you too." I smiled brightly and pecked him on the lips.

... And that was how our relationship started...