#Am I forgetting somethin?

[fluffydeoxys]

Rory look out this goofy grunt is gonna give you so many hugs and kisses 💛💛💛

I don't think he's ready for it LMFAO

[vanweezer]

sketchbook dump

[silverware-is-interesting]

Remember that time I mentioned that I needed to draw something other than Sgt Splosion?? (plus Guardener, my sona, and my ocs)

varying quality doodles of mostly sgt splosion

[the-somwthing]

…

[chompmon]

I m genuinely really attached to these people now. Granny givin me a nice heated room to sleep in for free, the 3 kids that are so cute i want to die, wakin up in the morning to Kim sayin good morning to me.... walkin around every morning to speak w everyone..... evrart wants me to get signatures so he can build whatever the fuck over their homes and i refuse. Is he gonna rehome these people? I fuckin Doubt it ! U are not taking the last thing they have left not on my watch BITCH kys

[keeps-ache]

another day another consumption of vegetables

[creekbed-burial]

Good evening, who else up thinking about how they definitely haunt the narrative in all the men they’ve been involved withs lives??

[00valentina-writes00]

✞⛧Drunk Texts from Sevika ✞⛧

[3:47 AM - sevika]

Where the hell are you.

[3:52 AM]

I can’t find my keys.

Did you move them?

Don’t lie to me.

[4:03 AM]

Okay. I found them. Never mind.

You left the light off in the hall. Almost fell.

Trying to kill me or something?

[4:15 AM]

You’re probably asleep.

Good. Stay that way.

I’m coming home. Don’t get mad if I wake you up. That’s on you.

[4:18 AM]

Forget what I said.

You better be awake when I get there.

[4:32 AM]

I miss you.

Don’t tell anyone I said that.

Delete this message.

[4:40 AM]

I’m outside. Open the door.

Wait. Don’t open the door.

I got it.

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[1:15 AM - Sevika]

yo. you up?

wait i kno ur up

u alwasy wait 4 me lol loser

miss me?

[1:17 AM - You]

You just left two hours ago. Are you drunk already?

[1:18 AM - Sevika]

pfft no

im fine. like FINE fine

everybody herez lookin at me

prolly think im hot

[1:19 AM - You]

Or they’re staring because you’re typing while glaring at them. Be nice, Sevika.

[1:21 AM - Sevika]

u kno me im so NICE

just told sum guy id break his jaw

he looked at me FUNNY

…or maybe his nose idk he left fast lol

[1:22 AM - You]

Sevika. Stop scaring people.

[1:25 AM - Sevika]

nah. scared ppl r funny

bt not u. ur cute. like a bunny. lil bunny. my bunny.

u wanna sit on my lap again? bet u do. bet ur blushing rn.

[1:26 AM - You]

Sevika, you’re ridiculous. Are you drunk flirting with me? You live here. Just come home.

[1:29 AM - Sevika]

no im GOOD HERE.

this chair is kinda comfy but not like MY CHAIR. u kno the one i let u sit in.

U BETTER NOT BE IN MY CHAIR RN

[1:30 AM - You]

…I’m in your chair right now, actually. Feet up and everything.

[1:32 AM - Sevika]

wHAT THE FUQ

DISRESEPCTFUL AS HELL

im takin ur chair privlages when i get home.

wait r u waitin 4 me in my shirt 2?

[1:33 AM - You]

I’m literally in your shirt AND your chair. You gonna do something about it or just keep texting like a drunk idiot?

[1:35 AM - Sevika]

ok LISTEN u lil gremlin

ur gettin kidnapped when i get back

ur goin STRAIGHT to my bed. no more chair 4 u.

u think im jokin? bet.

[1:36 AM - You]

Oh no, whatever will I do? Guess I’ll just have to wait here like the little bunny I am.

[1:38 AM - Sevika]

stop bein cute im tryna be mad >:(

also ur def not a gremlin ur MY bunny

fine im comin home rn

…after one more drink

[1:40 AM - You]

If you come home smelling like beer and trouble again, I’m locking you out.

[1:41 AM - Sevika]

lmao ok but then who’s gonna carry u to bed?

face it baby u need me. luv u but dont tell anyone i said that.

[1:42 AM - You]

I’m screenshotting this.

[1:44 AM - Sevika]

delete that or ur grounded

also open the door when i get there

i lost my keys.

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[12:56 AM - Sevika]

yooo

why iz the floor so sticky in here

feels like im walkin on a damn flytrap

someone buy me new boots rn

[12:57 AM - You]

That’s because you keep going to The Last Drop, Sev. Why don’t you ever drink somewhere normal?

[12:59 AM - Sevika]

cuz i own this place

kinda

like spiritually

everybody knows me here

bartender just gave me a free shot for “looking scary”

i think that’s a compliment

[1:01 AM - You]

It’s… something. Are you already drunk or just being you?

[1:03 AM - Sevika]

im DRINKIN rn duh

but im fine like always

bet i could arm wrestle half the bar and win rn

u think i should? for fun?

[1:05 AM - You]

No, Sev. Please don’t break someone’s arm again. Last time you did that, you came home with their wallet as a “souvenir.”

[1:08 AM - Sevika]

lmao i forgot about that guy

he cried like a baby

funniest night of my life tbh

i’ll bring u a new souvenir tonight if ur lucky

[1:10 AM - You]

I don’t need any “souvenirs,” Sev. Just come home in one piece.

[1:12 AM - Sevika]

pfft u worry too much

like a lil wife or somethin

wait

r u my wife??

we shud get married rn. i’ll find a guy to do it

[1:14 AM - You]

Sevika. No. Don’t get married at The Last Drop. That’s not even legally binding.

[1:16 AM - Sevika]

ur no fun. but u kno wuts fun?

thinkin about u

and ur face

ur face is stupid cute

[1:17 AM - You]

How drunk are you right now? Be honest.

[1:19 AM - Sevika]

uhhhh

like 3 beers and 2 shots worth of drunk

and one guy’s dumb enough to bet me i can’t throw a knife at the wall n hit the same spot twice

[1:20 AM - You]

SEVIKA NO.

[1:22 AM - Sevika]

relax babe i won the bet obvi

made 20 bucks

and the guy is buyin me another round

u married a genius

[1:23 AM - You]

I didn’t marry you. Yet. But keep this up, and I might leave you for someone safer.

[1:25 AM - Sevika]

lmao shut up u love me

im sexy AND scary

also i jus told some idiot to stop lookin at me

…or maybe he was lookin at my drink? idk

[1:27 AM - You]

You’re the reason we can’t have nice things. Now come home before you start a bar fight.

[1:29 AM - Sevika]

but if i don’t start fights who will??

jk i’ll finish my drink

n maybe stop at that sandwich place on the way home

u want anything or nah?

[1:31 AM - You]

Yes, get me a sandwich. And try not to scare the cashier this time.

[1:33 AM - Sevika]

no promises babe

but i luv u

dont wait up

unless u wanna be awake when i get there ;)

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[rheeblogs]

★ — PIT STOP

★ — pairing: trucker!abby x fem!gas station clerk

★ — your boring job brought old men, homeless people, and little kids maxing out their parents cards on candy. but when she came in, your stomach turned inside out. | fyi, i'm aware most trucks don't have backseats or anything 😭, but let's imagine for the plot period

★ — warnings: southern!abby, strap-on sex, car sex, dirty talk

🔖 — moodboard by me :)

The hum of fluorescent lights overhead buzzed softly as you stood behind the counter, absentmindedly flipping through a magazine. The little gas station was quiet tonight, save for the occasional car rolling in to fill up. You didn't mind the solitude, though--it gave you the chance to enjoy the peaceful hum of the night.

But that peace shattered when the low rumble of a diesel engine filled the air.

You looked up just as a massive, dusty, semi-truck rolled into the parking lot. Its headlight cut through the darkness, and it came to a halt right in front of the store. Moments later, the driver's door creaked open, and down climbed a woman who seemed like she'd stepped right out of a trucker-themed romance novel.

She was tall, built like she spent half her life wrestling grizzly bears, and had a confidence in her swagger that could stop traffic. Blonde hair peeked out from under a well-worn baseball cap, and her Southern accent was thick as molasses when she spoke.

"Evenin''," she drawled, stepping through the glass door. Her blue eyes locked onto you immediately, a slow, crooked grin spreading across her face.

"Good evenin," you said, smiling politely, though you couldn't help the way your heart skipped a beat. She was... gorgeous, in a rugged, intimidating kind of way.

"Damn," she said, stopping in her tracks as she looked you over. Her eyes roamed shamelessly, lingering a second too long on the curve of your hips and the swell of your tits before flicking back up to your face. "Didn't think I'd be gettin' a view like this at sum' gas station inna middle of nowhere."

Your cheeks flushed immediately, and you stammered. "I--I think you're lookin' for the snacks. They're over there." You pointed toward the aisle, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck.

Abby chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made your stomach flip. "Oh, darlin', I'm not lookin' for snacks. Especially when somethin' as sweet as you is in front of me."

You blinked, your lips parting slightly in surprise. Most of the truckers who rolled through were gruff and standoffish, more interested in their coffee than conversation. But this one? She was relentless.

"I, uh..." you trailed off, not sure how to respond.

Abby stepped closer, leaning an elbow on the counter. The scent of diesel fuel and a faint hint of cologne wafted off of her. "You're a pretty lil' thing, ma'am."

"Thank you," you said, almost too softly.

"It's no problem, honey. You got the kinda face that can make a girl forget she's been drivin' for sixteen hours straight," Abby said, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. "And don't even get me started on that body of yours. Lord have mercy."

You couldn't help it--you laughed, a flustered, nervous sound. "Do you always flirt with gas station clerks, or am i just special?"

"Oh, you're special, all right," she said, her grin widening. "Reckon I'd remember a face like yours anywhere."

You shook your head, biting your lip to hide your smile. "What do you want, Abby?"

Her eyebrows rose in mock surprise. "What makes you think my name's Abby?"

"Your truck's got "Anderson's Logistics'' painted on the side, nd' your nametag has an 'Abby' patch in bold letters." You said, gesturing to the embroidery.

"Sharp, too. I like that," Abby said, straightening up. "But if you must know, I came in for a coffee. Black. And maybe your number, if you're feeling generous.

Your face grew hotter at her boldness. "Coffee's over there," you said, pointing to the back.

Abby chuckled again but did you said, sauntering over to the coffee machine with the same easy confidence. She poured herself a cup, took a long sip, and then returned to the counter.

"Not bad," she said, placing a couple crumpled bills on the counter. "But I think this place just became my new favorite spot. Couldn't imagine why."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed you. "Whatever, Abby."

"You wanna take a ride?" Abby asks you abruptly, gesturing to the door.

"In your truck?" You asked, a sly smile creeping on your face.

"Sure, that too."

----

"God, honey. Your body fits my lap perfectly, huh?" Abby teases, as you adjust yourself on her muscular thighs, the friction from your jean shorts making you eager.

"You do this every pit stop?" You ask, your hands placed on her shoulders to hold your balance.

"No ma'am. I told you, you're special, darlin'." She tells you, looking you deep into your eyes, hers a piercing blue. "But enough talkin'. I got sumthin' in my back seat, if you're down for that kinda thing."

And with that, you climb out of her lap and into the backseat, your cheetah print thong peeking out, following a smack to your ass from Abby.

She damn near tears your tanktop off, leaving your chest clad in your matching cheetah print bra, and the shoulder tattoo with words 'Angel' black and bold, close to your collarbone.

"Angel, huh?" Abby says, biting her lip.

You nod, tilting your head, giving her access to you neck. She starts to kiss it slowly, taking in your scent of woody vanilla, getting sweeter everytime she works her way up or down.

"You smell s'good, honey." Abby says, easily lifting you back onto her lap. Her hands fly to the back of your bra, unclasping it with ease.

"Fuck, Abby. You're s'strong." Her hands are on your hips, forcing you to grind on her lap, making your pussy wetter by the second.

"Lay back, honey."

----

Abby's kisses are tender, yet demanding. She kisses with so much passion, like you were the only girl she needed in her life. Who knew a pit stop would make her this crazy?

You're laying in her backseat, leg propped up over her shoulder, as she grips your thighs and sloppily eats you out.

"Pussy's sweeter than honey, darlin'." She says, her voice sending chills into your clit, the vibrations stimulating you more than she was alone.

"Mmm..--just like that, Abby, fuck." Your manicured hands scratch her scalp, the semi-neat braid coming undone in the process. Abby makes eye contact with you, gripping your thighs tighter.

It's almost as if Abby learns your body quickly, the way her tongue thrusts in and out of your pussy, leaving your legs quivering after every movement.

She stops, leaving you confused.

"Under the seat, that box. Grab it." You look around for a second, spotting a black box covered by a jean jacket under her seat. You move the jacket and open the box--revealing a seven-inch clear strap.

"It's new, I promise. Haven't gotten a chance to use it yet."

You look at the strap and back at Abby, who has a very convincing look on her face.

"Then, fuck me with it, Abby."

----

Abby secured the harness around her waist, trying to make sure not to hit her head on the roof of the truck in the process. It was veiny, girthy, and looked like it could absolutely ruin you.

She grabs your hips, letting you hover over her lap, watching you let your panties that originally were pooling at your ankles, fall to the truck's surprisingly clean floor.

"You wanna' ride this shit, honey?" She says, still holding your hips steady.

You nod your head up and down, and slowly sink onto her strap.

"Yeaaaah... sink on it, darlin'. Just like that." Her praises were making your head spin, and the way her strap felt so deep inside of you almost felt like it was attached to her.

Abby jerks up, letting the rest of her inches sink of inside you.

You grind against her, the pleasure almost bringing you to tears. Your rhythm steadies, the rocking of your hips sending Abby into orbit. The base of the strap is hitting her clit, causing her hands to grow tighter around your ass.

"Fuckin' me like you mean it, huh baby?" Her voice. Her accent. Her everything. You were so close, beginning to go from grinding to practically jumping on her dick, feeling your stomach start to heat up.

"Mmmph.., I'm--fuck, Abby.. close." That's all Abby needed to hear. She takes a firm grip on your hips, and roughly fucks her strap inside of you.

"Yeah, angel. Take this fuckin'.. dick," Abby starts, throwing her head back as the base of the strap hits her pussy just right.

"I'm--Abby.." You manage to moan out.

"All over me, honey. Fuckin' cum on my shit." She pounds into you, the both of you gushing, all over her lap.

"You truly are an angel, miss." Abby says, holding you close as you catch your breath.

You put your clothes back on, checking your phone's time. Twenty minutes. Not too bad.

"I really gotta get back on the clock." You say, giving Abby your phone to insert her number in.

"I understand, darlin', so do I. I had a great time." She smiles, fixing her tight white tee to put her jacket back on.

"I did too, Anderson." Abby leans in to kiss you, almost as if she could get used to doing this more often. You climb out of her truck and make way back into the gas station.

"Drive safe, Abby."

"Oh, don't you worry about bout' me, honey," she said, tipping her hat slightly as she started the engine. "I'll be back here soon enough. Just don't go breakin' hearts in the meantime, alright?"

"I'll call you after my shift, Anderson."

"Perfect."

And as the roar of her truck faded into the distance, you realized you were already looking forward to her next pit stop.

🏷️ — @rosemariiaa, @d3arapril

[eph3merall]

INTRODUCING . . . DEALER!CHRIS + INNOCENT!BFF!READER

— had to word vomit. 1 am right now, exhausted. posting this n then knocking out probably. this might not make sense but its okay

—

a sweet smile graced your lips, eyes flitting from the trinket in your palm to chris—his hand itching at his jawline dotted with a few days worth of stubble. you aren't sure when or how he bought this, considering you were eyeing it in a little corner store a week ago. alone.

it'd be stupid to complain though, the little cat keychain sitting in your outstretched palm seeming to be a piece of gold in your eyes. truthfully, you thought it was absolutely adorable at first—only to not buy it since you deemed in your head it would be a 'waste of money'.

youre quick to throw your arms around chris' shoulders up on your tiptoes. a giggle emanates from you and the brunette is quick to huff and shove you off in a second or two. a mumbled 'yeah, whatever. y're welcome i guess' sounds from the dealer's lips.

even as you stumble back, the smile on your face doesn't dim one bit. your eyes search chris' face, a bored expression plastered on it. his eyes are slightly red—and you immediately know why.

even if you haven't gone down the bad path chris has, you know the signs and how to tell when someone's coked out or high out of their minds. a thank you falls from your lips, hating the way chris doesn't bother to look you in the eyes. sure, you two were just friends.

sometimes though, it didn't feel like you guys were just friends. sometimes chris made you feel like the only girl in the world, showering you with gifts he knows youd like from the money he made dealing. sometimes, he'd be too high to do much other than lazy up on a couch with some pretty chick hanging off his shoulder. then you feel like his best friend. or maybe just a friend. sometimes you think he forgets you in those moments.

you haven't had sex yet. that didn't exactly stop chris from ranting to you about his own sex life. when you admitted you were a virgin, he had looked like he was about to say something before shutting his mouth quickly and just scoffing.

a shuffle sounds behind you from where youre clipping the trinket onto your bag, turning your head back to see chris slip into his room. you hear him say something about his brother matt and trips and whatever, the familiar squeak of his broken chair reaching your ears.

you turn back to eye the new addition to your bag, lips curling up into a smile. your heart beats rapidly in your chest, cheeks heating up gently just at the thought of chris buying you something like this. you always appreciated gifts, whether it was jewelry or cheap little trinkets that reminded the person of you.

a second later chris is out of his room with a pair of sneakers on this time, a hat in his hand as he fixes it onto his head. tufts of curly brown hair peek out from the brim as he jerks his chin gently towards the door. "gotta go out to do some shit with matt, you a'ight stayin' here? can give you a ride or somethin'.."

a shake of your head and a quick hug later you're hugging your best friend and thanking him just one more time. and chris doesn't know how to respond, so he just nods and huffs, calling you annoying. you weren't annoying, god, you could never be annoying.

you're out on a walk about ten minutes after chris has left, the autumn breeze biting and cold. leaves crunch under your shoes and the sky is a blanket of white, clouds thick and blocking out the sun completely. you feel a ding in thr pocket of your pants.

chris :) | 04:36 pm

'missin u. reminded me of u btw'

attached after the text was a picture of a stray cat, black fur and a chipped part of it's ear.

'making sum runs with matt. see u tn?'

you're almost too busy cooing at your phone screen to answer him, the picture of the kitty immediately capturing your attention.

but, you do type back a 'yeah!' to chris' text and he just reacts to it with a thumbs up emoji.

sometimes, it's confusing on what you two are. chris doesn't enjoy labels. you've had one, maybe two boyfriends. it's annoying sometimes, with how sweet he'd treat you and a second later he's ignoring you as if you two aren't friends.

your phone dings again, unlocking it to see a selfie of the two brothers—walking somewhere. you hate how good chris looks. and secretly, sometimes, he hates how good you look too.

—

©eph3merall 2024

[mandareeboo]

I do think it'll be funny to see Stolas adapt to imp-oreinted situations bc like. He's used to being so quiet and not disclosing things but imps are blunt and NOISY and don't give a fuck.

Stolas, leaning over to whisper in Blitz's ear at imp walmart: okay dearest I need to go to the pharmacy to pick up my. You know.

Blitz: oh yeah sure -starts bashing carts in front of him- MOVE YOUR ASSES THE BIRD NEEDS HIS FUCKING SEROTONIN

At a party Stolas is smoking a blunt with IMP and starts to awkwardly discuss his sexuality with grand sweeping gestures of the fucking blunt bc he forgets to pass it and is like, "I know this might come as a shock, but I am gay. I was never attracted to Stella, it was-" and Millie sweetly interrupts him as she takes it with "Stupid political bullshit, we know. Besides, there's somethin' so sexy 'bout watching a man suck dick. My husband is great at it!" and Stolas sinks into the sofa in sheer mortification.

I am convinced it is completely normal in these types of neighborhoods to scream obscenities at each other for no reason- "MOVE YOUR FUCKING TRASH, ASSHOLE" "YOU MOVE YOUR FACE, DICKBAG!" and Stolas tiptoes around like sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry oh fuck sorry

[tteokdoroki]

☆༉ — SATORU GOJO. pretty brown eyes.

about. gojo might be the one with the six eyes, but there’s nothing special about those. your brown eyes are real weapon, here.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! sfw, fluff, hurt comfort. slight hints to insomnia, idk how infinity works sorry, reader has brown eyes, afab!reader.

“you could kill me if you wanted to.”

it’s the dead of night when he whispers your name. though low in volume, his tongue curls around each syllable loud enough for you to hear him. “

“‘toru, what are you on about—” digging the heal of your palm into your eyes, you dislodge the crust from your lash line and groan. the red lines on your digital clock read sometime between three and four am— but the digits blur as your mind swims with sleep.

“your eyes. they’re so perfect.” a loving grin etches itself onto his face when you crack one open to look at him, masking over the exhaustion seeping from his pores and the anxiety that spikes in the sapphire pools of his own eyes. “you should be able to get away with anything because of them.”

“baby,” you reiterate and roll over to face him fully. gojo gets like this when he’s overworked and worried, when there’s something big on his mind you’re not quite sure you’d understand. you move to jab a thumb into his forehead, right between his brows to alleviate the ache in his skull but you don’t let your disappointment show when rough skin meets the dull buzz of his infinity.

you forget that his six eyes flow in the dark — that his blue eyes are not as blue as they seem. “you’re talking nonsense, it’s late. get some sleep.”

“my eyes. they could kill me if i worked too hard.”

satoru’s eyes are a lot stormier than most would expect, they can be dark and cold. like an angry ocean tired of tournament. they can be bright, full of hope and loving — you notice that change whenever he’s with your students. they hide behind the frame of his ability, the one that hardly ever turns off despite how it really could kill him.

his mind is always running, his body almost always on empty.

in the moonlight, you see a faint sliver of silver between the flecks of diamond and stormy skies.

he swipes a gentle thumb just over cheek yours to catch a fallen lash. “but yours,” gojo continues, voice thoughtful and low. tired above all else. “those pretty brown eyes…baby, they’re dangerous in a different way. beautiful in another that makes me feel safe. puts my mind at ease or somethin’. one look ‘nd I’d be doing anything for you,”

there the two of you are, face to face in the dark — cheeks pressed to pillows and heads under the covers as if you’re children shielding yourself from the world. creating the safe space to let satoru confess.

“if those pretty brown eyes were the last thing i got to see before i died. then i think i’d be okay.”

“don’t say that.” your face crumples and his infinity falls away as if gojo had been anticipating your touch, the buzz just shocking through your skin as you wrap your arms around his larger frame, pull his head down to your heart beating in your chest. “you’re not allowed to die, satoru. not yet.”

“i know.” for once he’s grateful he can’t see your eyes — he hates the way they shine when you cry.

“i need you.”

“i know.” he’s quiet. “i need you too.”

“then rest, you don’t have to keep watch.” gojo feels the shake in your lungs as you speak. you worry too much about him. but with your hand cascading through his soft locks, and the other squeezing him close he’s finding it hard to resist.

usually when he lays next to you, he’s stiff as a board, always anticipating whatever danger might come next. but the biggest threat to him of all is you, and those big brown bambi eyes of yours — the way they’re wet with love, shiny with tears because you adore satoru gojo. you care about him way too much for your own good.

those eyes of yours are convincingly treacherous , he can’t help but let his body sag and let go of his cursed technique while you rub his back and soothe him.

“you’re dangerous, yanno,” satoru grunts, lips dragging along your skin with every word. “especially when you look at me like that, with those puppy dog eyes…can’t say no to you.”

but you smile as he drifts off, his tall frame heavy against you — your lashes blinking soft against his forehead as you curl around him protectively. “i’d rather use them to get you to rest, rather than kill you. ‘toru.”

your words are wasted on deaf ears — his deep snore indicating that gojo is finally asleep, doing himself a favour and locking his pretty blue eyes away.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[callmelittlebuttercup]

Lollipop - One Shot

Pairing: Jackson!Joel x f!reader

Summary: Reader attempts to help Joel with his carpentry, but the two can't keep their hands (or mouths) off of each other for long.

Warnings: SMUT!!!, MDNI 18+, pre-established relationship, oral (both f! & m! receiving), unprotected p in v, facial, pet names, dom!Joel, sub!Reader, reader is a tease, brat!reader, brat tamer!Joel, carpenter!Joel, taunting, tension, Joel is a simp!!!

~~~~~~~~

There was tension in the air of Joel’s garage on a Sunday morning when you were helping him build a table for a new house he was helping to fix up. Well, more like watching him, since every time you’d try to touch a tool he’d grab it from you. After he’d grabbed the screwdriver from you, you huffed frustratedly and plopped down on a nearby stool. “Why am I here if you’re not going to let me do anything?” You asked as you pulled out the piece of candy you’d found in a jacket you’d traded for earlier this morning and popped it in your mouth to fight the boredom. “Last time I checked, you followed me in here.” Joel grunted as he sanded a slab of wood. You saw his eyes flit to the bulge of the lollipop in your cheek and then back down to his work. “Oh. Right. Well, it looks like you don’t need my help. Bye!” You sang as you stood up off of the stool and headed toward the door. 

          Before your hand could reach the doorknob, Joel’s voice ground out again, “Wait.” You looked back at him expectantly. “I actually do need your help with somethin’..” He said. It seemed almost painful for him to admit. “And what would that be?” You asked curiously. A flare of excitement shot through your chest. You knew Joel wasn’t going to let you leave so easily. “Need you to hold these two pieces together so I can screw y- them.” He explained. You bit down on your lip to hide a smirk and sauntered over to where he was standing at the workbench. “Ok boss. Show me what needs doin’.” You said, fruitlessly attempting to imitate Joel’s southern drawl. He gave you an annoyed look before shoving a block of wood into your hands.  

        “Hold this against the bigger peice. You gotta press them together real hard or else when I start drillin’- Stop suckin’ on that thing so damn loud, m’tryna tell you somethin’.” Joel growled as he dropped the wood and snatched the delicious ball of sugar from your mouth with a loud pop. You dropped your piece of wood angrily, “Hey! Give it back you asshole! That’s the first candy I’ve had in years.” You push yourself against his chest and reach past him to grab at the candy in his hand, but he moves it even farther away from you. You stop moving and stare into his dark eyes, “Give it back.” He stared back at you just as intensely as he popped the sucker into his own mouth and stuffed it into his cheek,  “Or what?”

         The lack of space between your bodies sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach, but you stayed strong against the stubborn man. “Give. It. Back.” You said between clenched teeth. Joel smirked lightly, “Wouldn’t you rather suck on somethin’ else?” Your mouth fell open in disbelief and a blush rose to the apples of your cheeks. “Don’t act so shy, darlin’.” He whispered as his face got closer and closer to yours, the paper stick of the lollipop poking into your cheek. You scoffed nervously, “Joel, I’m no-“ your words were cut off by Joel’s arms wrapping around your waist and hoisting your ass onto the workbench. You let out a surprised squeal, then smirking, he pulled the lollipop from his mouth and pushed it back into yours. “What was that?” He whispered against your neck as he peppered kisses over your skin. The taste of cherry filled your mouth again and you forgot what you were going to say. 

“You forget, don’t you, baby.” Joel whispered as his callused hands teased at the bottom of your t-shirt. “Uhuhh.” You breathed. Your hands slide up the backs of his chisled arms as they worked their way from your sides to the edges of your breasts. “Just take my goddamn shirt off, Joel.” You blurted. “That’s no way to ask for somethin’.” He scolded, continuing to tickle your sensitive skin with his fingertips. “Please- take my goddamn shirt off.” You breathed. “That’s better.” He smirked against your skin before sliding the shirt up your torso and over your head, messing up your neatly brushed hair. He smoothed a hand over it as he tossed your shirt to the floor, stopping at the base of your skull and pushing you backwards with his chest to lay you down on your back. The lollipop was pulled from your mouth once again and tossed to join your shirt on the sawdust covered floor. You frowned, but not for long. Joel pressed his lips hungrily to yours, and your tongues met, left to fight for dominance as they had many times before. 

Your hips were now flush with Joel’s. You felt his rock hard length fighting for freedom through the layers of his boxers and jeans. Your throbbing core was doing the same. You could feel the wetness fighting its way through your panties and onto your skirt. The skirt you’d worn for this exact occasion. It was rare for you two to be in the garage alone and to not end up in a similar position to this one.   

You gasped as he took one of your nipples into his mouth, tonguing and sucking the sensitive thing. “I know baby, you love that don’t you?” He whispered into your skin. “Yes, Joel.” You agreed weakly. “I know what else you love.” He practically purred, leaning backwards and taking the edges of your skirt in his hands and pulling the fabric up over your knees and bunching it at your stomach. You felt the cold air on the backs of your thighs as he lifted your knees to hang on his shoulders. His face slid down the center of your thighs as he made his way to your pussy. He hooked a finger into the fabric and pulled it to the side before placing a light kiss to your pulsing lips. You shuddered, and your knees pressed together at the sensation of his tongue on the most sensitive part of you. He moaned into you and your hips arched forward, begging for more. He sucked gently and you felt his tongue flitting against you. Your hands moved up to grab bunches of your own hair and pull it gently, trying anything you can to avoid letting go into Joel’s mouth so soon. 

But your efforts were fruitless, and soon you were a vibrating mess against Joel’s busy mouth. He wrapped his hands around your thighs to keep you from pulling away so he could get every last wave of pleasure out of you. 

He rose up from your core with a satisfied grin and pressed his wet lips to your belly, leaving kisses all along your abdomen and chest until he reached your lips. You moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue. “That’s right baby, you taste so good.” He whispered against your lips. 

Joel gave you a moment to recover while he pressed kisses to your collarbone and cupped your breasts gently with his calloused hands. But your recovery was fast and soon enough you were aching for more. You slid your hand down his torso and hooked your finger into the buckle of his belt. “I need you, Joel.” You practically whimpered. “I need you, baby.” He cooed as he reached down to help you unbuckle and remove his belt. 

Your breath shuddered as he teased your throbbing clit with his rock hard length, and it suddenly caught in your throat as he slid into you effortlessly. “God, you’re so wet.” He said through his teeth. You were too stunned to answer. Too overwhelmed by the satisfaction of being stretched by him. He started slowly thrusting into you, and when you squeezed his biceps, begging for more, his pace quickened. 

Your eyes met his and he took in the ravished look on your face. “You knew what you were doin’ coming in here with that thing in your mouth, huh?” Joel grunted as he thrusted into you, harder with each pass. You were dumbstruck by how good he felt inside you, using every inch of himself to fill you up, and could only manage a breathless giggle. “You’re fuckin’ bad, you know that? Distractin’ me from my work.” You squealed as he lifted your back off of the bench and turned you around to perch there on your belly, his cock never moving from its place inside you. “You work too much.” You teased breathlessly. The sting of Joel’s hand smacking your ass lightly pulled a high pitched cry from your lips. “I’m makin’ money for your spoiled ass.” He mumbled, leaving a biting smack on your other asscheek. 

Fed up with Joel’s teasing, you pull away and turn around to face him again. “Who’s fault is it that I’m spoiled?” You ask with a devilish grin as you lower to your knees in front of him. He stares down at you with hooded eyes. You can see that his cock is painfully hard and twitching impatiently. “If you want to come on my face you’re going to have to take accountability, Miller.” You baited. His chest rose and fell in an exasperated sigh as you touched him everywhere else but his pink, glistening length. Your hands ran along his thighs, his happy trail, and moved to cup his balls, causing him to jump slightly. “Say it.” You whispered, shooting him a challenging look from the floor. 

His lips pressed together and he took a fistful of your hair, tilting your head back to get a better look at your face. “It’s your fault for being so damn pretty that I just can’t say no to my girl.” He ground out as he reached down and pulled you back up onto the table by your waist. You gasped and giggled as he did so, “No- that’s not what you were-“ your argument was cut short by him entering you again. Your shocked eyes met his hungry ones. “You know it’s true.” He challenged as he fucked you, “You know I can’t resist you.” His words sounded far away as you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the edge.       

Joel saw your eyes gloss over and began to thrust even harder and leaned away to swirl his thumb around your clit. Your jaw fell open and your nails dug into his shoulders as you held on for dear life. “Joel, I’m gonna-“ you gasped. “C’mon baby, give it to me.” He cooed. And you did. You fell apart all over him in a mess of gasps and whimpers as waves of unfathomable pleasure washed over you. 

Breathing heavily, you leaned up to kiss Joel deeply and pressed your forehead to his as you pulled away. You could tell he was nearing his undoing by the faraway look on his face, and before you could say anything he pulled out. You quickly slid off of the work bench and lowered to your knees with your mouth open, ready to catch his sweet release. Joel let out a guttural groan as he let go and you closed your eyes as the pearlescent ribbons fell onto your face and chest. When there was no more left to give, Joel’s strokes slowed and he leaned against the workbench. Once he came back to reality, he reached down with his other hand to run his fingers through your hair. “My pretty girl.” He whispered breathlessly, staring down at you with glossy admiration. “You still owe me another lollipop.” You chided as you licked remnants of him off your bottom lip. 

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A/N: Helloooo! I apologize (yet again) for dropping off the face of the earth! This semester was a bitch but I've had some time over winter break and wanted to get this out for us since we've all got Joel on our minds with the release date for TLOU season 2 :') Hope you enjoy!!

[sleep-0-deprived]

I just had a thought when I caught a short glimpse of bunny ready but like..what if? Hear me out brother. But what if..why if bunny m!reader is a student with like the teacher’s pet lyrics as a guide? Like some specific lyrics could be incorporated into the plot. It that weird???

My brother you may be onto somethin— it’s a fucked up idea but that’s what this blog is for—

Like jus imagine- bein the bunny boy that the wolf teacher is havin an affair with! Oh it’s so unexpected- he’s married to such a pretty fox but her pussy doesn’t feel the same as you, his orgasms aren’t as strong as with you- but you’re jus some bunny boy with melancholy cravin all the love he can give you but Y’know it won’t ever be E’nough for you. You feel like shit on the daily being his side boy but you can’t stop— your bunny tail in the air getting your guts squished around over his desk all teary eyed poutin “if I’m so special why am I secret”

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All the older male can do is croon you on and on bout how you’re only secret cause he keeps his prizes to himself— he doesn’t think of you like a lover just a dumb boy to play predator on- but you aren’t a full blown bunny? You don’t hop and he doesn’t own you. But he’d make you feel so worthless he’d manipulate you into being his- he’d break you down into a quick blowjob under the desk at lunch and kiss stains on his thighs while you sniffle— god you’d think his favorite hobby is pulling those bunny ears.

Just imagin all the guilt eatin up your poor bunny thoughts! Bunnies weren’t meant to have such problems but all he did was fill you up with em’ you’d feel guilty every time he ate your ass N’ fucked you- you felt so terrible all those times he’d say how better you were than his wife, gosh your ears would just lay all flat N’ sad I mean don’t know why you even need me. All that guilt slowly pushing its way in his head maybe for some sick reason he feels that guilt- his skin crawls when you moan- he’d shove his fingers in your mouth to feel less “do you regret the things we shared I’ll never forget”

You’d get so twisted you’d start to enjoy how he broke you and glued you together again, you already felt angry with yourself but something about how you’d bite your pencils and flick your bunny ears in class giving him a knowing look staying behind all the other students even going far enough to ask “if I pass this quiz will you give me your babies?” You wanted all guys wide had, you wanted to have him and give him pups- you could do just as good as she could?

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[lottiesviolence]

Sub!Sevika

warnings: 18+, sub sev who just loves you so much, rope bondage, beggin, pleadin, cummin n’ moanin, just a sweet drabble of my girl

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Sub!Sevika who looks up at you with pleading eyes as you stuff your fingers between her folds.

Sub!Sevika who cries and moans into your mouth as you kiss her roughly.

Sub!Sevika who whines when you part your lips from hers, shifting herself up begging to have you again.

“Want you..” She pleas.

Sub!Sevika who follows your every command, aching for your approval and praise.

“Sit.”

“Eat me out, but do not make me cum.”

“Fuck yourself harder for me Sev.”

Sub!Sevika who lets you tie her hands tightly with rope, softly moaning as it presses prints into her skin.

Sub!Sevika who cries into the pillow as you fuck her senseless with your strap.

“Such a fucking slut, so needy to get fucked, want it harder baby? Go on tell me.”

Sub!Sevika who babbles and moans incoherently as you stretch her.

“God, fuck! Yesyesyesssbaby..mmmph fuckinmesogood” she cries.

Sub!Sevika who is so much bigger than you yet chooses to be at your feet.

Sub!Sevika who rest her head on your knees, pawing at your thighs, hoping you spread them for her to taste you.

Sub!Sevika who loves when you grab her chin forcing her to look at you.

“Yes pretty?”

“You need somethin’?”

“What can I do?”

“Anything for you pretty”

Sub!Sevika who begs you to sit on her face, suffocating her with your thighs.

Sub!Sevika who loves when you pull her hair as you fuck her dumb.

Sub!Sevika who whimpers and moans with desperation as you ride her strap. Hands tied behind the chair, fist clenching in the rope hoping she could grasp onto your body.

“Feels so good baby, love how you fuck me” She groans.

Sub!Sevika who fucks her strap into you, whimpering and hufffing into your neck as she fucks in n’ out of your leaking cunt.

“Mmhgn..am I bein’ good baby? tell me..tell me how good I am for you, please pretty?”

Sub!Sevika who worships you like the goddess you are, kissing your body in your favorite spots as she whispered how beautiful you are against your soft skin.

Sub!Sevika who cries and begs for you to let her cum as you suck on her clit.

Sub!Sevika who desperately grinds her cunt on your face as her orgasm washes over your tongue. Letting out groans and sweet cries.

“Thank you, miss.”

Sub...Sweet...Sevika

💗a/n: Aint sub sev just the sweetest? wanna fuck her pretty self till she forgets her own name. Anywayssssss Sub!Sevika fic cummin soon just take this appetizer honey’s!! Also thinkin of a Vi/Sev x reader fic but I may need some starter ideas! Enjoy your disgusting smut lesbians 💗 Prepare for Act 3 tmmr 😔💗

[freakingholland]

"No surprises" - Remus Lupin x teacher!reader

A/N: Hi cuties! Thank you for all the love on my 2 previous Remus works <3 I wanted to write a quick lil fluffy somethin somethin so please enjoy *kneels down and hands in this one-shot*

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Based on @novelbear's prompt list: quiet acts of love that make me cry

"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"

Warnings: sarcastic banter, kissing scene (nothing suggestive/nsfw)

Summary: Professor Lupin and his partner spend a cozy afternoon in their shared cabin - filled with warm soups, beautiful flowers, and unmeasurable sentiment. (fluff/domestic fluff/teeth rotting fluff/romance)

Word count: 920+

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You were finishing up doing the dishes. Even though it’s not the perfect entertainment for a Saturday afternoon off it felt weirdly enjoyable with the muggle-store bought fairy lights glistening across your kitchen, making the frost-kissed windows shine more than ever before. The warm atmosphere made you cherish the evening despite the mundane chores that just had to be done sooner or later.

You heard the familiar sound of boots being stomped clean in the hall, and you instantly knew it was your husband, groaning as he tried to rid his oxfords of the clinging, fresh snow.

“Close your eyes dear.” He shouted from the hall, his serious tone earning a chuckle.

“Yes! Yes, my eyes are closed.” You slowly brought up your hands to actually bury your face for good measure, as soon as you heard his now soft approaching steps.

“First of all…” you could hear a hint of mischief in his voice but couldn’t necessarily tell what he was about do.

You figured it out when his ice cold fingers slipped under your sweater and made direct contact with your warm skin on the small of your back.

“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU REM HOLY-“ you yelped turning away from him. He burst into laughter.

“Lovie I’m so sorry. I really am. That’s not what I originally wanted to show you.” You couldn’t even pretend to be mad at him when he looked at you with his glazed gaze, full of love and care.

“Uh-huh, sure it wasn’t!” you shot back, glaring at him with pseudo-annoyance.

He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your torso once again, this time not placing them underneath your clothes. He pushed you to face him with one hand.

“Look. I brought you flowers.”

“Oh! They are so—for what?”

“For what?” he repeated, his brows knitting together. “What do you mean ‘for what’?”

“there has to be a reason? No?” he continued. “No!”

“Yeah? No? Yeah, I guess no.” he chuckled at your own uncertainty.

“The reason,” he said with a playful huff, “is that I love you. Oh! So very dearly.”

“Aaaaand you have been the biggest support for me. And I love you dearly.” He leaned in a planted a kiss on the tip of your nose.

He pulled back slightly, his grin widening. “Also, I’m not sure if I mentioned this yet, but I love you. Dearly.”

He tilted his head, watching your reaction with attentive eyes.

“You might’ve mentioned it. Maybe once or twice.”

“Well, I figured it was worth repeating,” he said with a shrug, slipping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. The warmth of his embrace and the smell of his perfume lingering on his coat made you feel like you were exactly where you belonged.

You took your hand off his ribs and leaned in to smell the hydrangeas still in his hand.

“Take that off, you will get sick love. Hang it on the chair and move it by the fireplace.” You motioned to his soaked overcoat.

“What’s this? Smells incredible.” He said stooping over the steaming pot of soup.

“Pumpkin soup.”

“You made a soup out of your own husband? What are you a witch?!”

You looked at him absolutely baffled, not really believing that something so cheesy left his mouth.

“Get out of my kitchen joker…”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before stepping away.

He smirked, unbuttoning his damp overcoat as he moved toward the dining table. After hanging it over the back of a chair, he dragged the chair closer to the fireplace like you told him to do.

Satisfied, he turned back to you, leaning casually against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “So, what can I do to help?”

“You can stay out of my way until it’s ready,” you teased, placing a lid on the pot.

The bubbling sounds from within the pot filled the kitchen, mixing with the faint crackle of the fire from the living room and the occasional gust of wind against the windows.

You then took your beautiful bouquet carefully trimmed the stems before placing the flowers in your favourite vase.

He stayed where he was, his gaze never leaving you as you moved around the kitchen, wiping droplets of water from the counter and fussing with the vase until it was placed just right. He watched with awe in his eyes, clearly fond of his decision to buy you the little gift. The sight of his gorgeous partner roaming around their cozy shared kitchen sent frisson across his large figure.

“You’re staring,” you stated, feeling his piercing gaze.

“Can you blame me?” he replied without hesitation, his voice soft but steady.

You turned to him, leaning against the counter with your arms folded, your teasing smile aimed his way. “You’ve gone sappy on me, haven’t you?”

He stepped forward, closing the space between you, his large still slightly cold hands naturally finding your hips.

“Guilty as charged,” he said softly, his thumb drawing circles through your sweater.

Your smile softened, and you reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

“Good. I like you this way.”

Your thumb brushed against his lips. He lifted you up and sat you on top of the counters.

You placed your palm cupping his rosy cheek, bringing him closer. You could feel your heart racing and his soft breaths against your skin.

His lips met yours and quickly quirked into a beaming smile.

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