#summers snippets

[thesummerpetrichor]

Ambassadors Wife!reader x Javier Peña fic is in the making and it’s coming into shape. Thank you for all your passion and interest 💪. I thought I’d share the warnings as of now to hold you off till it comes out/ I feel like I can post a snippet 👀.

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Warnings: 18+ only minors DNI you will be blocked. Mentions of DEA, reader is the ambassador’s wife[feel free to imagine him as your fav fictional man], age gap [reader is in her mid 20s Javi and hubby are in their 40s], petnames, cigarette smoking, alcohol consumption, infidelity, reader loves her husband, reader calls her hubby daddy, talks of open marriage, guilt, traditional marriage roles [also it is the 70s], reader is a home maker/trad wife [and loves it so fuck off], dom/sub dynamics, soft!dom!Javi, reader is very subby, spitting, sir kink, praise kink, choking, bondage/restraints and spanking [all with belts], F masturbation, mention of toys, fingering, thigh riding, grinding, face fucking, oral [M and F receiving], unprotected P in V [dont do it!!]

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Amakakakaka next week is busy but I hope I can get it out for you soon 👀💗.

[thesummerpetrichor]

Jumping up and down like a dog at the Raider snippet!!!!! I hope this turns out how we want it to because I will be a puddle on the floor if it doesn’t lmao. I just love our Raider beyond measure.

Thanks so much for the tag Tox! Snippet under the cut

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He’d never minded you, you had always been rather inconsequential to him. Most people were. He didn’t know much about you, besides the fact that you were never put on patrol duty, and instead worked harvesting produce in the lands you father used to own at the far end of Jakcson. Tommy had brought up how “hardworking” and “lovely” you were one night when he was over for dinner, as he placed the berry pie you delivered him on the table.

It was, to your credit, a pretty amazing berry pie. The filling was sweet, and tangy, and had just a hint of lime. The flakey crust melted like butter on his tongue as he bit into it, and it was like he could taste you as the pastry crumbled. But Joel was sure it was only as good because he hadn’t had one in years.

He remembered scoffing as Tommy defended you, trying to convince him you pulled your weight other ways, and that you and your father practically kept Jackson fed. But no pie was good enough to get someone out of patrol duty, at least not to him.

It was only weeks later that he actually saw you in person– you’d come to distribute scones and coffee during late night patrol. When he finally caught a glimpse of you, in your floral dress and cardigan, and the way you’d strung a pink ribbon with white plastic beads and a bow as a necklace, he was thankful you’d never come patrolling.

You clearly did better in the kitchen, or the farm, where you remained oblivious to the realities of the post apocalyptic world.

He wasn’t really sure why he’d kept an eye on you the entire night. Watched as you downed one drink after the other despite your terrible tolerance. It seemed like you were making the most of your father’s absence at the bar.

Countless times he was forced out of his seat to catch your tumbling body as you moved up and down the stairs that lead to the terrace, to pull you away from the sleazy guys who tried to get their arms around your waist.

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Dark Joel miller coming in the near future!

WIP Wednesday

[share a snippet and tag a few people to share theirs]

"I can take care of him," you plead, your eyes big and watery. "He's not big, he doesn't need much."

Joel shifts his weight as he looks at you for a moment. "I know ya get bored-"

"He's hungry," you protest.

"No." He's hungry because he was chained. He'll be fine now. Your tears overflow. God damnit, not here. "It's for your own good, sweet pea." He doesn't want to share resources. He doesn't want the distraction. He doesn't want someone coming after you, if there's anyone left to come.

You shake your head no. "I had one," you sniffle. "Before."

Joel's stomach drops. He doesn't want to know about before. He does, but he really doesn't, he can't. He covers his mouth with the crook of his thumb as he rubs his beard. Before. It gets harder and harder to avoid. . .He bows his head. All he can do is keep you safe and take care of you the best he can, which means taking care of only you. He shakes his head no.

“Let’s go, baby,” wraps a hand around the inside of your bicep, and gently pulls. You try to resist, and his grip gets firmer.

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no pressure -- @beefrobeefcal @neverwheremoonchild @gracieispunk @patti7dc @thesummerpetrichor

[itzqsposts]

Uni now over!!!🙌getting back on the grind 🫡 been playing around with new colouring for future stuff and dark fantasy piece is coming along slowly but surely👍

[wildstar25]

Honeymoon finale - Solution Nine

[G'raha] : "So you have been asked to fight for Solution Nine's entertainment... My love, it's not that I doubt your judgment, but are you sure this is something you should get involved in?" [Arsay]: "If I can use my skills to uplift the people of this place, don't see why I shouldn't, yeah? Plus, I'll need to find something to do while Shtola's investigating the gate." [Y'shtola]: "And here I've been preparing for your inevitable begging to join." [Arsay]: "Even I can admit there's work you do better alone. ..That said, I'll miss you every tick." [Y'shtola]: "I'll be but a call away, dear. What of you, Raha?" [G'raha]: "Likely continuing our in-depth report of the golden city; for the Student's records. Should the opportunity present itself that I may spectate a match featuring my most beloved star however..." [Y'shtola]: "Then you shall ensure you cheer her on with enough fever for the both of us." [Arsay]: "Heh! I'll be sure to keep you apprised of my schedule. ... <sighs> I guess this means our vacation is over. It's been fun, ay? Every moment I share with you both is a memory I will forever treasure; but these past two weeks... I've no words for how wonderful it's been. Shtola, Raha, I love you." [Y'shtola]: "And I, you." [G'raha]: <nods> "Beyond measure." [Arsay]: "Now, with this being our last night of fun and all; I've an idea in mind on how to spend it."

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[uniasus]

“Principal Ishiyama?”

She puts her hand down. “Sorry, I’m thinking through the paperwork. I’d like to officially request that Casper High provide you with accommodations, but that usually starts with a medical diagnosis, and I’m assuming you don’t want doctors involved.”

“Actually…, I have a ghost doctor?”

It’s her turn to stare.

“A ghost doctor.”

“Not like the ones here know how to keep me healthy as a ghost.”

Kairi swallows around a suddenly dry tongue. Because if ghosts need to be healthy, if they can be mistreated, they’re toying a line. If she learns something the Fentons are doing is harmful, she is legally required to report it.

She decides to not ask that follow-up question. “If your doctor can provide me with evidence of one of the following,” she slides Danny a list of conditions an IEP can cover, “Or any condition that might impact your ability to learn, focus, concentrate, or basic skills like reading, writing, seeing, and hearing, let me know. In the meantime, if you think you’ll be late to class as a result of a ghost fight, come to me and I’ll write you a pass.”

Danny brightens; for the first time, he looks hopeful. “Really?”

“Really. Now here’s your pass. Get to class, Mr. Fenton.”

Danny gives her a mocking salute and goes out the door.

Kairi leans back in her desk chair and sighs. School administration is so much paperwork, but if she can help Danny get his grades up, it’ll be worth it.

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Summer and Other Breaks

[missgryffin]

alexa play sparks fly

[kindahoping4forever]

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[ultravioletbrit]

“smoke” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 450 words

Regulus is being assaulted by memories of last summer as they sit around the bonfire. Everything is bringing him back to this exact spot exactly a year ago—the smell of the fire, the salt in the air, the sound of the waves that are being drowned out by the sound of the most beautiful laugh.  

Regulus looks across the bonfire and instantly locks eyes with James and more memories crash over him like those waves. The feeling of his hands, his arms, his lips, his body. The sound of his voice, his whispers, his whimpers, his moans.

Regulus has to hold back his own whimper at the memories. The smoke from the fire is stinging his eyes but he can’t tear them away from James. James is looking back just as intensely with a heat that’s not coming from the fire. They gaze at each other for several long moments and then—just like last year—James nods to the empty spot beside him. And just like last year, Regulus is powerless to refuse.  

Regulus sits down beside James and James immediately threads their fingers together in the space between them. “I missed you.” He whispers softly in Regulus’ ear.

Regulus can see their friends glancing at them—trying, and failing, to be subtle—but Regulus couldn’t care less. He turns to look at James for a moment before turning back to the fire.

“I missed you, too.” He whispers just loud enough for James to hear.

They sit in comfortable silence watching the fire. “I don’t think I can do this again, Regulus.” James says after a moment—casually, like it means nothing. Regulus quickly looks at him again and tries to pull his hand away. James tightens his grip and pulls Regulus closer. “I can’t go a year without seeing you.” James’ voice is dripping with emotions.

Regulus looks back at the fire. “That’s your fault, not mine.” He says with more bitterness than he intended.

“I know.” James says then gets quiet for a moment. “I’m moving back to London.” He tells him—again, so casually like he’s not making Regulus’ head spin.

Regulus snaps his entire body to fully look at James. “What?”

“I’m coming home.” James whispers and Regulus feels a lump forming in his throat. “And I can’t go a year without seeing you, love.” James stares at him imploringly with a small, hopeful smile.     

Regulus stares at him for a moment longer before he clears his throat and turns back to the fire. “Well, we might have to do something about that then.” He tries to sound as casual as James.   

“We just might.” Regulus can hear the smile in his voice as he leans closer to James’ side.  

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[hbyrde36]

@little-annie tagged me earlier in the week 🥰 I was still deep in birthday gift fic preparations but I'm ready to get back at it now.

Rules: Send me an emoji in an ask, and I'll write & share 3 sentences for that WIP!

Here's what I'm working on:

🏕 Midsummer Nights (Ch 4)

👻 Fuggi Regal Fantasima (Ch4)

🌊 Caught in the Undertow (Ch 10 - final! 😱)

(For below I will write 3 sentences for it and 3 for something else to share.)

🍸 - S____ N__

😈 - N____ T______ & D________

Is it cheating to use a snippet from a fic not on the WIP game list? 🤣 Ah well, it's what I've written today , so it's what you're getting 😛

From (upcoming ficlet): Runner

“My walkie was busted, man. Drenched. So, uh, I did the thing that I do now apparently…” Eddie went on, wiping at the water dripping off his chin with the sleeve of his leather jacket, his mouth twisting into a wide, wry smile. “I ran.”

Despite the words being spat with anger and self-deprecating venom, Eddie’s dimples were on full display, a sight Steve hadn’t had directed at him in months. Seeing it now, like this, made his heart ache something fierce. 

Eddie wasn’t a runner, was the thing. 

Steve knew that. Anyone with eyes knew that. Eddie would gleefully stare down a guy twice his size, go toe to toe with the meanest assholes Hawkins High had to offer without hesitation to keep his people safe. And sure, sometimes Eddie got his ass beat, but he hadn’t cultivated that freak reputation for nothing. These days, more often than not, bullies and their minions stood down when Eddie’s hackles rose.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack?” Nancy asked, business first as usual. Like she couldn't see the poor guy was on the verge of losing it, or probably she just didn’t care. It was all about the task at hand. 

No pressure tags💜 : @pearynice @sidekick-hero @vthx @tinytalkingtina @devondespresso

@helpimstuckposting @rocknrollsalad @steddiecameraroll @hawkinsleather @withacapitalp

@griefabyss69 @kikidoesfanfic @eriquin @medusapelagia @fuctacles

@hitlikehammers

[twodiamondhoes]

WIP Wednesday <3

Did anybody say Lacrosse AU?

Tagging my buddies @blacktofade, @thistle-onions, @azzayofchaos and @canarydarity (as always, no pressure to any of y'all <33 I just love your minds :D)

also, anyone who's been making WIP progress or is jumping in on Sports AU summer, consider yourselves tagged! (Again, no pressure, but if you do, pls @ me so I can see!! :3)

[thesummerpetrichor]

On my knees vegging for a stepbrother!javi snippet ♡

Ask and you shall receive! Thank you so much for the enthusiasm 😫💗

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“Shhh, baby.” his thumb pressed against your swollen lips, so soft. “You gotta be quiet, yeah?” he craned his neck to look up and towards your parent’s bedroom. “Gonna wake up the wicked witch of the west” he laughed out the last part of his sentence, thumb swiping your bottom lip when you joined him. “But Javi…” His hand moved to cup your cheek, and he grimaced at your loud voice.

“Dolly ” mocking your whining he brushed his thumb against your skin. He was so perfect. Your skin tingled with how close he was, his breath fanning your lips every time he whispered, his deep brown eyes so difficult not to get lost in. Maybe if he kissed you he could’ve gotten you to keep quiet.

“That’s what’ll get ya to keep that mouth shut?”

You could have sworn you didn’t say that out loud, your eyes widened in realisation and you burst into a fit of giggles. The deep brown eyes you had been losing yourself in turned affectionate, and crinkled at the corners.

“‘Fraid you did, kiddo.” And there you’d done it again. He didn't let go of your cheeks, still stroking them with his thumbs, only whispering a bit more desperately in the hopes your parents wouldn't wake up thanks to the commotion. “Well then, I promise I will, but first we got to get past the grouches, remember?”

Your eyes lit up and you placed your hands on his chest to get a better look up at him. The pout on your lips deepened and you curled your fingers around the collar of his jacket to shake him lightly. “Such a party pooper. Javi! You're a party pooper.” At least you tried to feebly jostle him around. It only made him snicker.

It made him grab your hands in his and bring them to his lips. “I know doll, I know” he placed a kiss to your knuckles and leaned his forehead against yours. It was only then you realised how much he had been drinking– his whiskey laced breath fanning your lips and reminding you you weren't the only one who wasn’t sober. “But will you listen to me? Will you keep quiet for me?”

His voice was so soft it made your stomach flip flop, it put you in a dase and feel all floaty in his arms. “For you, Javi?” You tried your best not to slur your speech but boy was it difficult. His eyes softened and he brushed his knuckles across the apple of your cheek. “Yes baby, can you keep it quiet for Javi?”

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Can’t wait for you to read it!! 💗

[beingmissbatty]

🌞 hehe

I knew it would end up being either you or Moss that came in first with this one. ♥

Steve pulled Eddie back further against his chest and tightened his grip around his waist, dropping his head onto the crook of his boyfriends neck and shoulders and trying his best not to burst out laughing at the sight of Gareth - sprawled out on the floor like a starfish - gripping at the sides of his own hair like he was going to rip it all out, "The fuck you mean <i>you can like both</i>!"

Stoned Truth or Dare was turning out to be a wonderful new experience.

"My dude." Argyle chuckled, taking a hit off of their third shared joint of the evening - a far weaker strand than usual ("for Stevie's comfort levels") he'd let them know ahead of time - before passing it off to Jonathan, "You can totally be into the ladies and into other dudes - plus, like... everything in between and outside of that spectrum. Make a choice based on love, not someone's body... especially not off their bits."

Eddie giggled, wheezy and high pitched, as he sunk into Steve's embrace; turning just slightly to Robin, "I wasn't that bad, right?"

"....Really, Ed? Really??"

Make me write!

[ghostoffuturespast]

WIP Whenever/Sunday Snippet

It's been forever since I've done one of these... @slayerdurge keeps tagging me though, so fine lol. I actually managed to write something since the last time. Also tagged by @streetkid-named-desire and maybe @wanderingaldecaldo? (That's how long it's been.)

Red warnings flashed in her optics as she switched on the forward thrusters, trying to slow her momentum. Instinct made her swing her arms, kick her legs, but there was nothing to push against. No air. No friction. She threw on one of the side thrusters at the last second, rotating her body around to try and land on the flat of her back. Spread out the force of impact. It was a break fall, just like any other time she'd done one. Like any time she'd been thrown on the mat. Or the dirt. Or the concrete. Except space operated on a different set of rules, and she missed the known comforts of gravity. "Fuck!" V slammed into the wall, velocity bone-jarringly hard, and pinballed back in the direction she'd come from.

Uh, tagging with no pressure - @baublekute @shimmer-like-agirl @velmesh and anyone else reading this who also wants to share!

(Does not need to be writing. You can literally tell me you darned a hole in your sock, tag me, and I will freaking reblog your achievement. [I don't know how to darn knit fabrics, so I'm automatically impressed.])

[emero0]

In relation to my “how dare project sekai have shows within a game that i wish were real” post i have decided to do the same thing lmaoo

And by that i mean ive had this cinematic universe in my head for a fic i need to write and part if it involves leo/need writing songs for the musical movie (think like how mary poppins has songs in it—old disney movies to reference something more popular)

Which has led me to wanting to write a song for the movie in my fic—

This is what my multifaceted brain gets me—multi media projects woooo

[uniasus]

“And where were you, Mr. Fenton?” she asks.

Danny wants to say the bathroom, but his throat catches. He’d been in the bathroom ten minutes ago, but somehow he knows what Ishiyama is really asking is ‘where were you during the ghost fight’ and the answer to that is ‘fighting the ghost’.

He sends a panicked glance to Sam, who catches on immediately. She walks her fingers down her thigh.

“I left to go to the bathroom,” Danny supplies. 

The principal accepts the answer and Danny continues to his seat uninterrupted. Ishiyama clears her throat.

“As your substitute has left for the day, I’ll be your sub for the rest of English.” She looks down at Mr. Lancer’s notes. “Where did Mr. Johnson leave off? Miss Manson?”

“We were on the second question at the back of the Scarlet Ibis story.” 

Groans sound around the classroom. Danny catches Star's mutter, “Why couldn’t she have said we were having silent reading time? Or finished?”

Looking at Sam, whose lips are pressed as tight as her fists on her thighs, Danny thinks she wanted to lie but couldn’t. Margo might be souped at the moment, but the impacts of her magical shoe hits are lingering. Sam cannot lie. Danny cannot lie either. 

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Summer and Other Breaks

[missgryffin]

anywayyy, the real reason I came on here is to say that I love them