#LIKE GIVE IT TO ME FOR $20 BUCKS PLS

[averagelonelypotato]

i want an ipad....not the new ugly ones but the old cute small mini’s that came in pink and have a home button.....BUT NO ONE IS SELLING THEM OR THEY ARE HELLA OVERPRICED 

[vividly-vermillion]

✴︎ BED CHEM

જ⁀➴ Rintaro Suna, your neighbor and bane of existence. Ever since his family moved in next to your family, the tension between the two of you was thick enough to cut with a knife. Yes, maybe you did make out with him at the neighborhood barbecue party and perhaps you did end up in bed with him - or rather, in the backseat of his car. But you didn't expect your families to get along so great that they would go on a two week long vacation together - so now you're stuck with your annoyingly handsome neighbor who somehow always gets under your skin.

ﾉ including: Suna

ﾉ cw: fem!reader, Suna and you are both around 20 and still live at home here, exhibitionism, public sex, car sex, fingering, cunnilingus, nipple play, protected sex

ﾉ wordcount: 1.9k

ﾉ info: requested by anon // I hope I didn't disappoint you dear anon 🥹

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

"Rintaro, stop! Someone could see us!" You squeak at the man that latched onto your neck like a leech, sucking small marks onto your sensitive skin before kissing them. His hand was gently caressing your breast beneath the thin fabric of your swimwear and you couldn't help but melt at the attention he gave to your body.

"And who would that someone be? The beach is entirely empty," he chuckled against your skin while his fingers gently rolled your pebbled nipple to get any sort of reaction out of you. One word could stop this all, you knew it, yet you didn't say it because deep down you wanted this too.

Your back arched against his hand ever so slightly, craving his caress and the sound of a single seagull started to sound like it's laughing at you, mocking you for surrendering without a real fight.

Suna’s lips curled into a wolfish grin as he continued to press lazy kisses against your neck, gently nibbling at your pulse point every once in a while until his hand eventually wandered further down. Your left boob was left exposed to the gentle breeze of the ocean, your bikini top shifted from the way his hand played with your chest.

A pleasant tingling spread over your skin, leaving goosebumps behind where his fingers danced along your body and it felt addictive - Strong hands kneading your inner thighs, fingertips brushing past the spot where your legs and your core connected but never quite touching where you needed him the most. It took everything inside of you to not give in, to buck against his hand so he gently nudged his knuckles against your cunt to relieve this need for friction- even if it was only for a single second.

“Rin… please,” you plead breathily, but Suna pulled his hand away instead.

A wicked smirk appeared on Suna's face after he pulled away, acting like nothing has happened between the two of you.

"Please what? I thought you wanted me to stop?" He asked, feigning innocence as he reminded you that you told him to stop because you were scared of getting caught.

Just seconds later, he casually laid his shirt onto your upper body to cover your still exposed boob. This action alone made you wonder what was going on, but you soon heard the voices of a couple walking by. Sly fucker.

"I think it's time to head back, don't you think? Quality time with the family and all that," he mused and pulled his shirt off of you the second the potential risk of getting caught was gone - just like the couple disappeared, so did Suna, who was already on his way to the car you two came in.

Quickly, you fixed your bikini top and grabbed your things before running after him like a lost puppy. It's not like he would have left you behind at the beach, but you were furious with him for the relentless teasing.

"What is your fucking problem?!" You hiss at the man who just closed the trunk of his car with a loud thud. Of course he squinted his eyes at your question.

"I have no problems, thanks for asking," he hummed, acting innocent.

"But I think that you have a problem, hm? One that needs my help?" He teased further while his hand slowly moved to rest on your hip, playing with the strings of your bikini bottoms.

"Out here? Are you insane?" You asked him with alarmed eyes, looking around once again, but you were the only people there, no other car near and far on the small parking spot.

"If you'd rather help yourself back home where our parents are, be my guest." His eyes were glinting with mischief when the words left his mouth. He really did want you to beg for it.

The desperation grew inside of you until it became unbearable and you decided to push your pride aside, giving in for once and allowing him to win this stupid game. Without further hesitation you crashed your lips against his in a kiss that was both passionate and full of yearning.

It only took a heartbeat for Suna to respond. His lips melted against yours as if they had always belonged there, made for each other.

Time and space seemed to stop for the both of you as you were making out against the car. Suna's thigh slowly made its way between your legs, letting you grind and rub your clothed pussy against his bare thigh - finally granting you that sweet friction that you so desperately craved.

"Get into the backseat," Suna urged you as he opened the door for you. His cock was painfully erect from teasing you all this time and the way you humped his leg almost had him come undone in his swim shorts.

You weren't fast enough for his liking, slender fingers already opening the strings of your bikini shorts before you landed on the cushioned seat where you spread your legs for him in a moment's notice. A sharp intake of air was all you heard from the man in front of you, who was eyeing you down like the most delicious meal, before looking around once more to make sure that no one would interrupt the two of you.

Suna leaned into the back of the car, his lips softly pressed kisses against your chest before capturing one of your nipples in his mouth while one of his hands slipped between your bodies. Feeling you arch against him left the brown haired man smirking as his tongue leisurely caressed your nipple that he latched onto and two of his long fingers slipped inside your dripping wet entrance just to curl right against your sweet spot.

"Just listen how wet you are for me, hm?" His voice rasped out in a teasing way against the swell of your breast. The squelching noises were obscene at this point and it rendered you so desperate, unable to hide your need for the pleasure only he can provide.

Suna released your nipple with a loud pop and his kisses traveled over your belly down between your legs, where he wasted no time to give your clit the same attention that your nipple held mere seconds ago. The man just had to get a taste of your arousal and he groaned against your pussy, which sent vibrations through your entire body.

"Please don't stop," you whine as you gently tug on his hair, trying to keep his head nestled against your cunt, but Suna didn't plan on stopping when you were that close.

His cock might have ached from how hard it was, but he was a firm believer that women come first. His tongue lapped against your clit in fast strokes while his fingers worked you open and massaged your sweet spot until he could feel your thighs quiver around his head. Your own hand shot up to muffle your cries of ecstasy as you came undone within seconds, your hips rolling against his tongue, which flattened out to allow you to grind against his face.

Suna eventually pulled away to lick his fingers clean from the remnants of your arousal, his chin still glistening with your juices in the setting sun. Once he stood up to his full height again, you could see the tent that had formed in his swim shorts, but he disappeared to the front of the car to rummage through the glove compartment.

"You're awfully prepared," you laughed softly when he appeared with a condom in hand and he shook his head with a small chuckle.

"Only because I had to pull out last time," he answered smoothly and you weren't sure if he meant that one time after the barbecue party with you or if he fucked other women in the car after that.

You lean up to watch him roll the clear condom down his shaft in just one stroke as if he had practiced this many times before. When he leans forward to drag his bulbous tip through your folds, you reach down to stop him, your hand resting on his hip bone uncomfortably. Why did you even care?

"You do this a lot, huh? Taking pretty girls to your car to fuck," You ask almost hurt, even though you had no right to feel bitter about it. Yet, that little voice in the back of your head had to ask, had to know how many girls laid where you did. At least he used protection, you thought.

"Too busy fucking my neighbor for that," he mused and leaned forward to kiss you gently - almost sweetly and your hand removed itself from his hip to line him up with your entrance.

Both of you groan at the feeling when his cock slides into your pussy, gripping him tightly as if you were made for him. Suna, however wasted no time to thrust into you with these deep strokes that weren't fast but knocked the air out of your lungs each and every time. He allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of your sweet pussy wrapping around him so fucking tight his mind completely blanked out.

Your soft mewls of his name brought him back to reality, however, reminding him that you're still in a parking lot and he shouldn't drag this out too long and you shouldn't get too loud.

One of his hands slipped between your sweat-slick bodies to rub your sensitive clit. The stimulation paired with his deep thrusts had your eyes rolling back into your skull in pure bliss. His lips found yours again to swallow your moans and to keep himself grounded since his thrusts grew sloppy from how tight your walls squeezed around him, but when they finally started to flutter and pull him further inside, he allowed himself to release as well.

Suna made sure to keep up shallow thrusts to ride out both your orgasms before stilling completely. When he stood up again, his thumb caressed your cheek in a loving manner before he retreated completely to discard the condom.

"Water is in the front if you need any," he called out from the trashcan a few feet away where he tied up the condom to throw it away while you tied the strings of your bikini again, still struggling to catch your breath.

"You're not gonna hold me like last time?" You asked teasingly as you climbed to sit in the front of the car where he was already getting buckled up to leave.

"Who said that I was done with you?" He looked at you from the corner of his eyes and smirked when he saw you melt further into the seat at the promise of more pleasure.

[tteokdoroki]

yuuji looks so good when he cream pies omg his eyes roll back in his head and he drools <333

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, smut, characters aged up to 20s, creampies, breeding, overstimulation, implied multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, afab!reader - anon pls…. grabs my head like choso </3

because when yuuji cums he’s literally throwing all of his weight into his thrusts — bucking into you so wildly with your legs folded up by your ears. it’s easy to forget how strong he is when he looks so sweet and those brown puppy dog eyes stare down at you with so much lust.

…but when yuuji gets close he has this sudden burst of energy, chasing his high like a madman or someone looking for that same dopamine rush that their addiction gives them. he wants his cum to be so deep inside of you, doesn’t want to pull out of your tight, hot heat that ripples around his aching cock. just begging for him to fill you up.

that’s what you want, right? it’s what your body’s telling him.

“oh. oh my god. fuck—“ he stutters, his warm breath ghosting along your wet Cupid’s bow, honey brown eyes screwing shut every time you clench down on itadori’s cock through the after shocks of your high. “‘m gonna cum baby, all over… all over this pretty pussy. gonna fill you up, gonna cum inside you — gotta cum inside you.”

and he’s so desperate, gyrating his hips in circles while keeping his leaky cock nice ‘n snug inside you — yuuji doesn’t want to waste a drop, it’d be a shame if he couldn’t watch that thick white ooze out of your tiny hole.

it takes the pressure of your nails raking down his freckled back and the tug of his pink hair for yuuji to finally burst — the entire heaviness of his body collapses against your frame, his thrusts never stop as he pumps a thick, heavy load into you until your tummy swells from how much there is.

yuuji’s pretty brown eyes disappear into his skull, his jaw goes slack while he trembles weakly above you — drooling into the crevice of your neck while he twitches and shakes. “‘m sorry,” he moans hoarsely, pressing sloppy kisses to the corner of your mouth, your neck and your lips. “can’t help it, you make me cum so much ‘nd i want it all of it inside of you.” he pants against you like a promise, flinching at the smaller spurts of his arousal that paint your swollen folds and clit opaque white, causing more of it to seep out of you.

and it’s not long before itadori has the energy to go again, determined to push all of his cum up against your sensitive walls to make it stick. the night isn’t over until you’ve had your fill and yuuji itadori’s heavy balls are completely empty.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[jakeswifeyyy]

Jungwon smut pls:)

OK guys hear me out I can't be the only one heavy on the jungwon x making out agenda like this man is just so good at it.

Pairings:Bf! jungwon x Gf! reader.

Warnings:Making out,cunnilingus,cum eating,use of aphrodisiac chocolates,like if I forgot anything.

Bf!Jungwon,who both of you were a very shy couple,furthest point of intimacy attained was kissing,never any tongue involved,not than any was inexperienced and He did watch some porn videos for research purposes wanting to make his girl feel good.

Bf!Jungwon who heard about some aphrodisiac chocolates online and bought them not letting you know what it was as he gave it to you,because he knew both of you wanted to progress further in intimacy but both too shy,feeling bad he decided to sit down with you and tell you about it to which you happily agreed.

Bf!Jungwon,who was now staring straight into you,gaze dark with lust as you shyed away from his gaze but no he wasn't having it,beckoning you to move closer before crashing his lips onto yours ,he was always a gentleman this time manners being kicked out the door but you loved him this way.

Bf!Jungwon whom you were now sitting on his lap ,20 minutes later as the effects of the chocolate,aggressively making out,sloppy messy kisses,but neither caring just wanting to feel more of the other up,taking off his glasses,he looked so hot in that moment as he was a complete 180 degree flip of his usual self,groping your ass and tits occasionally.

Bf!Jungwon,who carried you to the bed stripping you both off of your clothing as you traced your hands all over his muscular chest,holding your hand,both your confidence boosted a hundred times more,he guided it to his clothed hard in grinding against your hand as he bit his lip moaning at the contact while you stared up at him innocently.

Bf!Jungwon who takes his time to taste every inch of your skin making sure to mark you,to remind all those boys who drooled like puppies after you,you were taken.

Bf!Jungwon who loves hearing your pretty moans as he ate you out and you bucked up into his face ,using his head as leverage to guide him,using him but he wasn't complaining,he infact loved that.

Bf!Jungwon who told you to take off his briefs,audibly gasping at his size as he smirked,he had a lengthy veiny cock and he knew it and new just how to use It.

Bf!Jungwon who has you screaming his name out for the neighbours to know,both of you not in your right minds to give a fuck at the moment,they saw you as the quiet innocent kids,how would they know.

Bf!Jungwon who starts rubbing your clit in fast circles when you tell him you're close,as he pounds into you,deep,slow strokes,grinding against you causing friction on your clit with every time he bottomed out as you shamelessly groaned your name.

Bf!Jungwon who keeps making you cum nearly 5 more times that night ,the chocolate increasing boh your sex drives to heights not known by both of you,but as they say you live and you learn.

Bf!Jungwon who goes down on you again wanting to taste your cum mixed together with his ,shamelessly lapping at your cunt,your entrance slowly leaking both your cum as he greedily gulped it all down before coming back up to kiss you because you begged for a taste too,scooping it up with 2 fingers before shoving it in your mouth,watching you suck on his fingers containing himself not to fuck you again ,make you cum for the 6th time.

Bf!Jungwon who is big on aftercare getting a wet towel and cleaning up your mess from between your legs and changing the now soaked sheets,before getting you in his t-shirt as he cleaned up and wore some sweatpants cuddling in with you as you lazily made out.

Bf!Jungwon who was shy again the next morning back to his usual self as you teased him.

[tommygotwrittenoff]

after they get together buck insists on having a real first Date and eddie indulges him bc ofc he does. buck proceeds to plan something really Romantic. but everything that could go wrong does go wrong. the jeep gets a flat halfway to the restaurant so theyre 20 minutes late (and a little dirty) to the reservation. buck spills one of the extremely expensive glasses of wine he bought them all over eddie. the kitchen runs out of the steak he knew eddie wanted to order. by the end of the night buck is just. 😞😔 eddie im sorry that was the worst date of your life. and eddies like. yeah it was...maybe the dating thing isnt for us. eddie 😭😭😭 pls give me another chance!!! but eddies like. no, dont think dating is the move for us, we should just get married.

[lilac-5ky]

Father's Day (Toji xFem!Reader)

Summary: It's father's day and you forgot to get Toji his gift.

Tags: dilf Toji, babysitter reader, secret relationship, age gap (reader early 20s, Toji early 30s), daddy kink, breeding kink, lactation kink, spanking, mating press, mention of doggy style, cumplay, blowjob, gagging, deep throating, creampie, heavy usage of pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel, slut, etc), soft!dom Toji being a condescending piece of shit, Megumi being an absolute angel, hope i'm not forgetting anything, pls don't murder me.

Word Count: 4.3k divided between fluff and smut.

“That’s it, Megs! You did so well today!” You smiled, giving the boy’s spikes a little affectionate ruffle. “I’m sure your dad will be so happy to see how hard you worked on his gift.”

“Liar.” Megumi put the glue stick face-down against the table. “It’s not as good as the ones you make, Y/N.”

“That’s because I’ve put years into it, you know? When you get older, I’m sure you’ll be the one teaching me.” You promised, holding his drawing toward the light.

The pasta on the paper depicted the face of a silly-looking man; chopped lasagna for his dark hair, spinach-flavored shells for his green eyes, penne for the jagged scar on his fusilli lips, and broken spaghetti to help frame the sharp edges of his chiseled jaw. The inscription “World’s Best Dad” was written at the bottom corner by yours truly, Megumi being too young to know the proper spelling.

Admittedly, it looked nothing like Toji, but even if you got the man himself to pose for your DIY project, you doubted you’d get any closer to capturing his charms. At least it resembled a human being, and that was the core difference between based on and loosely inspired by.

Megumi jumped from his stool and waved his hands before you, his fingers stuck together as if he were a duckling. You chuckled, meaning to settle the drawing on the table so you could escort him to the bathroom when you heard keys twisting in the door lock.

“Quick, go wash your hands and I’ll take care of your daddy, okay?”

Megumi nodded, dashing upstairs in seconds while you browsed the kitchen for a hiding spot, panicking as a couple of macaroni were chipped off. You grabbed the glue and hastily pieced them back in place, but it was too late. A pair of strong arms snaked around your waist, pressing you flush against an unmovable wall of muscle.

“T-Toji!”

Your yelp was silenced by his lips, hungry from having to spend an entire day filling forms and sorting mail at a work he despised with every inch of his being— some of those very inches poking against your ass as his hips bucked into yours almost possessively. Coming home to the cute little babysitter he’d made his girlfriend was everything he needed to recharge his batteries.

“Meg-gu…mi will see us,” you panted in between heated kisses, trying and mostly failing to defend your body from his greedy palms diving into your shorts.

He felt your skin flare up, so sensitive for him even after countless days of the same ritual. His index pried beneath your panties —the lacy ones he’d gotten you for your birthday— to meet with your pussy’s puffy lips, gliding across the gathering slick as if he meant to say “Hello”. His thumb rubbed a rough circle over your clit, giving the nub a few teasing flicks that were enough for you to arch your back against his chest, a hushed moan bitten into his neck. He chuckled to himself as he retracted his fingers and gingerly licked them one by one.

“Missed ya so much, angel,” Toji coed in a low voice. “Y’always taste sweeter when I’m not around, know that?”

You giggled against his mouth, his tongue eager to share your essence. “How would you know that if you’re away?”

“I just do,” he smiled, putting an end to the unforeseen display of affection with a gentle kiss on your cheek. “Where’s Megumi?” he searched through the space.

You moved in accordance with his eyes, swaying left and right to cover as much of the table as possible. “He’s in the bathroom. Washing his hands for dinner.”

Toji hummed, thumbing his tie loose around his neck. He could hate his job all he wanted, but nothing compared to the sight of seeing Fushiguro Toji in office attire. His sleeves were rolled around his elbows, toned biceps popping under the tight fabric of his white button-up. He paired straight black pants with a plain black belt— nothing impressive on its own until he bent over the lower cabinets to grab himself a glass, and you stole a quick peek at his rare and the impossible way the fabric hugged his—

In any case, you were convinced Toji had somehow missed Megumi’s drawing, his primary interest to fill and then refill his glass with fresh tap water. You seized the chance to transfer his gift to a safer location, though before you could take another step, he grabbed your wrist and forced your hand into play.

He studied his own face harder than your art professors evaluated your semester’s projects, his nose scrunching up at the finer details of his farfalle ears. “That why I pay your tuition for?” He snorted at you snatching the art piece from his hands.

“Better act excited when Megs comes here,” you straightened the creased edges and stored it in an empty drawer. “He’s already doubting his talent.”

“His what?”

He assured you he was just joking when you shot him a mean glare, your voice strict as you ushered him to follow his son’s example while you hurriedly collected the art supplies and replaced them with cutlery.

In no time, the three of you were seated around the table— Megumi on your lap while you cut his pork into bite-sized pieces, and Toji on the other side, wishing that their positions would switch. You swore this man got ten times handsier after you got together, seeking excuses to touch you even in front of his own kid. Megumi had just turned four but at this rate, it wouldn’t take long for such a bright kid to put two and two together.

The decision to keep it a secret was mutual (read: one vote for, and another against). There was no reason to disturb Megumi’s routine or throw him off balance. You’d grown fond of the little guy, and with his dad being away 2/3 of the day, you were each other’s only company. No matter how well things with Toji were going, if you suddenly fell apart, the one to hurt the most would be Megumi and you didn’t want that weight on your conscience. Being his number 1 nanny was good enough.

A certain type of silence familiar to the Fushiguro household shrouded dinnertime, with Toji trying to engage Megumi in small talk, and Megumi constantly glancing over his shoulder at you as if you were his designated spokesperson. “Yes, Megumi had a lot of fun today.” “Yes, Megumi ate all of his veggies at lunch, even the icky red peppers.” “No, Megumi knows nothing about the neighbor’s broken window.” The boy was relieved with every blatant lie you told his father, his knees gleefully flapping against your own.

By the time their plates were emptied, your food had gone completely cold, the oil in the curry sauce encasing the cutlet in a greasy coat. You gobbled it up as it was and stacked the plates into a pile that you placed in the sink, signaling for Megumi to come over. You handed him his drawing, encouraged him with two thumbs up, and sent him off to his “unsuspecting” father.

Your lips stretched into a smile as Megumi presented his drawing, mumbling a strained “Happy Father’s Day” under his breath as if he had a gun pointed at his head. So stubborn, though you could definitely see where he took it from, Toji’s reply being an equally stern “Thanks, kiddo”. You rolled your eyes and rushed to the scene, praising a blushing Megumi over his artwork and exaggerating his achievements to Toji who just wouldn’t take a hint. How these two managed to survive by themselves, was a wonder on its own.

Eventually, Toji gave his son a more fatherly rub on the back and hoisted the boy over his shoulders to lead him to his bedroom. Megumi squeaked, planting his tiny fingers into Toji’s hair, and clasped his legs tight around his neck. You remembered a meek confession from a few nights ago, muffled out by the covers and the plush toy over his mouth, as he let you in on how fun mounting his father was, feeling like a real mecha pilot atop his broad shoulders. He could be such a sweet kid when he wanted to. If only he was more vocal with Toji, too.

You watched the two disappear up the stairs and picked the drawing from the table, pinning it in the middle of the fridge for the world to see. You rinsed the pots with hot water and shoved them into the dishwater rack, figuring it’d be best to get as much work done as you could in Toji’s absence.

“This is the last one,” you said once the sound of feet thudding against the stairs became apparent.

You made quick work of the glass, rotating the sponge inside out, while the man leaned against the door frame without saying a thing, content with being a bystander to your impromptu clean-up session. Many a woman passed Toji’s threshold, some older, others younger, and yet you were the first to worry about the state of his bundle-bought glasses. He couldn’t pinpoint what made such a mundane sight endearing to behold, but maybe it was because of the very commonness and familiarity behind it that he hesitated to interrupt.

“Meg’s asleep?” You caught his reflection nodding through the glass, your following questions answered the same way.

“You got him in his pj’s? The blue, not the green ones, right? Got him to brush his teeth? Turned on the night light for him? Gave him his—”

A sigh echoed as he stepped into the space with his hands lost in his pockets. “How d’ya do that?”

“Do what?”

“The kid, the house,” he paused to measure his words, “me. How do you handle all that?”

Your lips pursed into an affectionate simper as you wiped your hands against the towel, looping it around the cabinet’s handle. You turned to face him and lifted your forefinger playfully. “One, the kid happens to have a very attractive father. Two, the house owner himself is sexy as hell, and you? I guess you are pretty easy on the eye.”

“Am I now?” His raspy tone was set on confirming every last impression you had of him, his tongue licking his slanted scar into a smile that was all but coy. “Which one you prefer then? The father, the house owner, or me?”

“Hmm, if I had to pick just one then,” your cheeks burned prior to your admission. “The version of you I get to call daddy.”

Satisfied with your answer, Toji pinched your chin between two fingers, admiring how eagerly your mouth popped open as the pad of his thumb swiped against your bottom lip, pushing slightly in. “Smart girl,” he cooed, feeling out the flat surface of your tongue, hot, warm, and oh-so-perfect when pressed against his cock.

“So what did you get me?” he smeared saliva over your lips, making them all nice and glossy. You stood still, faded eyes caught in the motion of his other palm shamelessly cupping your ass, his question barely registering.

“W-what?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me, you know exactly what I’m talkin’ about.” His fingers dug into the fat of your cheek, a warning in his voice. “Where’s my gift?”

“S-sorry, Toji. Didn’t think I had to—” A light smack cut your sentence in half, the recoil forcing you to drop onto his chest.

“Mm? What is it that y’are sorry for, princess?” He mocked, squeezing your bum against the growing bulge in his pants. Your cunt fluttered in response, clit whining at the little friction he provided. You wanted more. Wanted to feel all of him. The weight of his cock dragging between your folds and soaking in your juices before being plunged inside, every ridge and every line you’d memorized finding their rightful place in a hole that was meant for him.

You bit your lip in brewing anticipation, mustering the courage to look into his hooded green eyes that shared the same lust yours did. “Sorry I didn’t get you a gift, Toji. Should’ve known better.”

His smile softened, head cocking to the side. “Don’t sweat it. My pretty baby knows how to make it up to me, doesn’t she?”

You nodded, standing on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “How about I gave you a second reason to celebrate today?”

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you were being lifted into the air, both of Toji’s hands finding purchase in your plushy thighs, while his lips begged to hush whatever mention of Megumi before it was even conceived. He kicked his bedroom door open and shut it with his heel, tossing you against the covers of his made-up bed. (“Why bother if they gonna crinkle anyway?”)

He lost his shirt almost as quickly as he lost his tie, flinging both fabrics over his shoulder. No matter how many times you got to lay eyes on his naked body, you always managed to spot a new scar on his chest from his former lifestyle, the danger it packed serving as an additive to the wanton fantasy of having your guts rearranged by your boss.

Your legs spread quite the sight for him as he tugged off your shorts, your panties sporting a sizable wet spot right at the center. He forced the drenched fabric into your slit, drawing it taut around your hip bone. You moaned softly, mindful of the kid across the hall, while your hips rocked forward, chasing after the finger he pulled away.

“Taking care of my kid ain’t enough for you? Wanna be a real mommy now?” Toji sneered, yanking the belt off his pants.

“I want us to be a real family,” you confessed, bowing to help him with the rest of his clothes. You slid his pants down his briefs and let them drop to his knees, your cheek nuzzling to his clothed cock. You licked a strip over the fabric, thrilled to hear a breath hitch in Toji’s throat. “Let’s give Megs a sibling. One that is half me, and” you paused, wrapping your lips around the imprint of his balls, “half you.”

His cock sprung free the moment you lowered his underwear, the way his fat tip glistened with precum enough to make your mouth water. You wrapped a fist around his length, fingers barely closing around his hefty base, and gave him a languid, thorough pump. He watched intently, keeping all sounds to himself until your lips parted to fit his cock head, stretching around his thick girth.

“Fuck, baby—” Toji hissed, helping your hair out of the way while your throat molded back into his shape. You were taught how to take as much of him in as possible, yet no matter how diligent you were in your practice, you could never fit him whole. You bobbed your head up and down, hand stroking the parts you couldn’t swallow and tongue pitching in the action with sparse kitten licks along his shaft.

His fingers firmly gripped onto your hair, forcing your head to pick up speed as they traveled from your scalp to the back of your head. Your gag reflex protested with each thrust, hot tears gradually pooling in your eyes while you struggled to keep them open.

“Look so fucking good chocking on my dick.” His voice oozed sweetness that matched his stare, a look of utter adoration fluttering behind his pretty eyelashes.

If he thought you were the one to look good, then he should’ve seen himself; messy obsidian strands casting shadows over his darkened eyes, his pink lips agape more often than closed with all the unregulated profanities and praise that spilled out of them, turning up in volume the closer he got to his climax.

You felt him twitch in your mouth, the salty tang drooling down your jaw along with your saliva, though just when you thought he was about to cum, he pulled out, the string of fluids following after him. “Don’t want any of that going to waste, do we?” Toji smirked, pumping his length once or twice before letting go altogether.

He hunched over your body, his knees making the bed dip lower as his lips sought yours, jaw too slack to properly reciprocate. Rough palms slid below your top and ran over your sides, his fingers unhooking your bra with unmatched expertise. He broke the kiss to let you remove your shirt, his hands quick to wrap around your tits and fondle their way toward your nipples. He pinched at them, rolling the peaks between his thumbs until they stiffened.

“Can’t wait for them to get all round and full,” Toji mumbled as he lowered his head to suck a nipple into his mouth, suckling so hard that he just might draw milk. He wet it with his tongue, and then turned to the other, repeating the same motion. “Gonna get me addicted if the taste’s half as sweet as your pussy.”

Your fingers clenched into fists around the sheets, the sheer imagery of Toji feasting on your breasts enough to make your legs go weak. He was keen on sharing his fantasies with you, down to every last insignificant detail, but not as keen as he was on fulfilling every single one of them, and this one, was just a matter of time.

“T-Toji,” you said in a breathy voice.

A sexy smirk plastered on his scarred lips as he detached from your nipple with a soft pop. He left your call unanswered, instead spreading your legs further apart and settling in between. You saw him stroke his cock, and soon you felt the leaking head tap on your clothed clit. Only then did he bother to look up, taking stock of the little whines and pretty moans you selfishly withheld.

He couldn’t wait for his next leave to take you someplace nice and quiet, where the sounds of you crying his name at full volume would come in abundance.

“P-please,” you begged, fidgeting a lot more than before.

“Please what?” he played dumb, rubbing his hard cock along your entrance. “Use your words, sweetheart.

“Please f-fuck,” your voice cracked, too frail to handle his games. “Please, fuck me.”

“Aren’t ya forgetting something?” his thin eyebrow questioned.

“Please fuck me, daddy.”

Toji smiled slyly to himself, obliging enough to peel the panties away from your twitching cunt. “Don’t want a warm-up first? My girl big enough to take me without any prep?” he asked in a condescending tone, matching every beat of his voice with another slap against your clit. “Or is she that eager to be a mommy? That’s it, right?” he chuckled, your moan not going unregistered.

“You’ve gotten so greedy, Y/N,” he said after a series of little tsks. “Bet you also gonna ask to be my wife soon, huh?”

The air was knocked out of your lungs for a brief, albeit painful second as Toji aligned with your entrance and rammed his cock halfway in, his overwhelming size felt first as a sting in your walls and later as a tremor across your entire body. Even with how wet you were, it still hurt a lot more than your horny self thought it would— though it wouldn’t take long for the pain to melt into pleasure.

You didn’t realize you’d screamed until he hushed you, bending forward to press a sweet peck against your lips. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze and gathered your wobbly knees onto his brawny shoulders, refraining to move until you stopped wincing and contorting. “Stay relaxed for me, okay?”

You shook your head and pulled him into a tight embrace, loving the contrast of his hard pecs against your squishy breasts. “Want you close, Toji. Please.”

And how could he possibly refuse when his baby begged him so well?

Your nails began raking at his back as he sunk himself deeper and deeper, the position he’d bent you into making it seem as if there were no limits to how deep his cock could reach before it was buried to the hilt. He stretched you so good, stuffing your pussy full of ecstasy and your mind full of dick as he started to thrust at a steady pace, never deviating from sealing the whimpers in your mouth with sloppy kisses.

“Doing such a good job, angel. Must really want that baby, hah— can feel ya really open up for me.” A calloused hand slid between your bodies and pressed against the tiny bulge in your stomach, appearing and disappearing with each slam of his hips. “Feel that? That’s how deep you’ve taken daddy.”

He dragged his cock out and pounded it back in, his heavy balls slapping hard against your jiggly ass. His hand lowered over your clit, flicking the nub in sync with his frantic thrusts until the coiling tension in your guts snapped, a shuddering orgasm washing over him as much as it washed over you.

“Love you s-so much, Toji,” your fingers slipped onto his neck, gradually hiking up to cup his cheek.

Specks of light glimmered in his eyes as they held your loving stare, the scarred corner of his lip curling into a cocky smirk as if to defy him. “Yeah? Is it me that you love or my cock? Came into my house so I can fuck you g-good, ah?” he stuttered along with his hips. “All that money I gave ya to watch my kid goin’ to that tight-ass pussy?”

“Answer my question, slut,” he insisted.

Your brain was going blank on answers, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cock found all the right places, hitting every single spot that led into your fertile womb until you were back to writhing below him. “B-both, Toji, fuck love your cock so much ‘s fucking me so well.”

A hand moved over your dampened forehead, swiping your disheveled hair so he could plant a kiss. “Love you too, sweets.”

You felt yourself drowning in love as the squelching grew louder, the four-bedroom walls too thin to contain the sounds of hips snapping against hips and of his husky groans as he closed in on his high a second time. “Gonna fill ya up real good. Gonna—fuck, give my pretty baby all my babies,” Toji grunted, and you repeatedly nodded, cute little sobs severing the chants of his name.

Sharp teeth dug into your neck as Toji buried himself in the crook of your shoulder, his sultry moans reverberating against your skin until they hit their crescendo when his cock began to throb, painting your walls with thick ropes of his creamy load. He slowed down, luscious thrusts shoving his cum further in while you held him close, snaring your legs around his torso.

When he finally lifted his head, you’d both regained a sliver of composure, your pants falling back into rhythm.

“You’ll be such a good mama,” he murmured, his voice silky smooth over the shrewd ringing in your ears.

“Think so?” Your lips stretched into a faint smile that he was quick to kiss.

“You already are the better parent. Kid likes you most. Bust my balls when you have your tests and needa study.”

You chuckled, tracing the outline of his scar with your thumb. “Why do I get the feeling it’s the other way around, hmm?”

A tsk twisted his lips into a scoff as he bit onto your finger. “Ouch! What was that f—”

Your voice faltered as he spun you around; face shoved into the pillows and back forced into an arch while Toji positioned himself behind your ass and dragged his cock between your swollen red folds.

“Don’t tell me you thought we were done here.”

The next morning found all three of you at the starting point of last night’s exploits, Toji sipping on a cup of black coffee and scrolling on his phone, while Megumi quietly sat beside him on the kitchen table, awaiting his breakfast to be served. Your body felt sore all over while you grilled his salmon, sand in the corners of your eyes. Normally, you’d be trying to keep everyone entertained with idle chit-chat, but with how often you yawned, getting a word out demanded serious effort— effort you weren’t prepared to put in.

“Say, Megumi.” Toji took the reins, setting his phone down. “How would you feel about having a new mommy?”

The spatula almost fell into the pan, your objection stifled by Megumi’s voice. “I don’t mind.”

“You don’t?” Toji cocked his head curiously, propping his chin onto his palm. “Then ya wouldn’t mind if it was someone you knew?”

“Mister Fushiguro, could you please help me with the fish a bit—” you pleaded through gritted teeth, only to be dismissed with a swift gesture as if you were a housefly.

“I don’t mind having a new mommy, but I don’t want to be a brother,” he declared, stomping his fork against the wood for emphasis. “Never!”

You glanced over your shoulder, first at Toji and then at Megumi, before serving the fish on a plate and kneeling in front of the child. “Why is that, Megs? Don’t you wanna be a big brother to a little sister or a little brother?”

His eyes stubbornly refused to meet with yours, all the while they shot daggers at his father. “Don’t want one if it hurts to make.”

You chuckled, tapping at his knee gently. “What are you talking about?”

“I heard you cry last night,” Megumi admitted. “Dad hurt you, didn’t he?”

“That’s not what—”

Toji smirked as he spread his legs apart, preparing himself for the show. “Kinda late for that, buddy. And don’t worry about Y/N. Adults can cry from pleasure, too—”

“Toji!”

And thus, your little house of cards fell apart.

[actualalligator]

Buddie. Definitely.

“This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

🩵 Tanis! This got so long lol. Thank yooooou.

It's the 31st of December, and they're hours away from two blissful days off. Eddie has no plans for New Year's Eve or day. He's planning to order Chinese takeout and go to bed early. His whole holiday season has been just missing Chris, and he's ready for it to be over so he can miss his kid the normal soul crushing amount without the added loneliness.

"Do you have plans tonight?" Buck asks, dropping down beside him on the couch.

"Chinese food and my bed. Wanna join?" Eddie replies. He glances up from his phone to look at Buck.

"I want to go to the Grand Canyon," Buck says. "Come with me."

Eddie locks his phone and tucks it into his pocket. "What?

"The first sunrise of the new year is supposed to be amazing in the Grand Canyon. It's supposed to be this great experience, and I just think that this year has kinda sucked for both of us, so let's go watch the new one come in." Buck tilts his phone, showing a picture.

Eddie has to admit it is pretty. "We're about to come off a twenty-four shift, and it's what? 8 hours to the Grand Canyon? When do you plan to make the drive and be there in time?"

"I caught a couple hours here and there last night, but we'll go home, sleep for two hours, and then we can leave. I'm fine. I'll drive. We will get there, stay the night in one of the hotels close, and then get up early tomorrow morning and hike to the sunrise. Please, Eddie. I feel like I need a new start here, and I want you with me."

And God, do Buck's stupid puppy eyes get him every damn time! Eddie sighs. "This is the stupidest plan you've ever had." He can see Buck's face start to fall, but he reaches out and grabs his shoulder. "Of course I'm in."

"Yes!" Buck throws his arms around him and then so quickly is on his feet again, spouting off all the things he needs to do before then.

Eddie sits there, sitting in the feeling of that hug, sitting in the feeling of making Buck happy. He realized recently that he'd do anything to make Buck happy, that maybe it was one of the joys he'd been denying himself all this time.

There are only two more calls by the end of shift.

"You're going to need your heavy jacket and layers," Buck tells him as they walk out to their cars. "And the shoes you wore for that fossil hunt we went on with Christopher. Gloves and a hat. That should be it. I'll figure everything else out."

"And you'll sleep a little bit," Eddie says.

Buck gives him a sheepish grin. "Yes. Promise. I'll pick you up at 10:30."

Eddie nods, turning toward his truck.

"And Eddie?"

Eddie glances back. "Yeah, Buck?"

"Thanks for doing this with me." And the smile Buck smiles is maybe brighter than any sunrise and not 8 hours away, but Eddie doesn't say that. He just smiles back.

Eddie packs when he gets home and changes into sweats and a hoodie, clothes he doesn't mind traveling in. He sets an alarm for 10:20 and practically falls into his bed. He's asleep almost immediately.

He just closed his eyes when his alarm goes off, Eddie swears, but he rolls out of bed anyway and trudges to the kitchen. He pushes start on the coffee and walks to the front door, tugging it open and stepping out onto the porch where, just as he expected, he finds Buck sitting on the stairs.

"You have a key," Eddie groans. "Get in here."

Buck is up on his feet and right behind him. "I didn't want to wake you!"

Eddie pulls both of his insulated tumblers from the cupboard. He tosses one to Buck. "Milk in the fridge. Smell it first."

Eddie fills his cup the moment the machine finishes and then steps aside so Buck can place his own next to it. The coffee in Buck's cup is way too light for Eddie's tastes, but he's not drinking it. Filling both empties the pot.

Eddie screws on the lids and turns to Buck with his tumbler outstretched toward him. "Ready?"

Buck grins. "Ready."

They stop for breakfast burritos at the place by the highway that Eddie loves, and then they're on the way.

Eddie sleeps on and off. Buck's listening to the local top 40 station as they make their way out of LA, but when Eddie wakes again, it's a podcast about space. It's still space when he finally wakes up for good somewhere outside Kingman, AZ.

Buck is quiet, listening to his podcast maybe, for a few miles before he clears his throat. "It means a lot that you're here with me, Eddie," he says.

Eddie watches him for a few seconds. "You're my best friend, Buck," he replies. It's more than that. Eddie knows it's more than that now, but he can't say it. Can't risk it.

Buck glances at him, then back at the road. He nods. "I can't imagine doing this with anybody else."

And there's something there that Eddie wants to poke at. He wants to get his hands in there and pull it all out, see it all laid before him. But he doesn't trust his own judgment. Not about this.

They stop for gas, and Eddie buys snacks. Dr. Pepper for him because apparently you can take the Texan out of Texas, but you pry his Dr. Pepper from his cold, dead hands, and a bag of pizza combos. He grabs a Pepsi for Buck and slim jims.

They don't stop again until the hotel, the Yavapai Lodge not too far from the south rim of the canyon.

They settle into their room, and Buck dozes on and off until dinner at the Tavern in the lodge.

"You want to walk?" Eddie asks after they've finished dinner.

"That's a good idea," Buck says. "If I go back to the room, I'm going to fall asleep, and I think I need to let my food settle a little before I do that."

Eddie runs and grabs their coats before they head out.

"We're just a half mile from the rim," Buck says. "We could go out and watch the sunset."

"Seems fitting to bid farewell to this shitty year." Eddie zips his coat up to his throat. It's cold, colder than he anticipated it would be, and there are patches of snow scattered across the ground.

Buck is quiet at first. It's weird. A little off-putting. Eddie might even call it unnatural for Buck to be so quiet. They're not quite to the rim when he lightly smacks Buck's arm. "Tell me about the Grand Canyon."

Buck glances at him, his expression hard to make out in the dying light. "Nobody is really sure how old it is. The belief for a long time was that the Colorado River started cutting it out five or six million years ago, but now it could be seventy million."

"Shit," Eddie says. "Tell me more."

Buck laughs softly. "Only eight types of fish native to the Grand Canyon. Six of them are only found in the Colorado River." He stops as they reach the rim. "It's the range in temps and some other things. Because of elevation stuff, the temperatures and weather can also be vastly different depending where you are.

Eddie comes to a stop next to Buck. "That's really cool." He takes in the Grand Canyon, the way the salmony light of the sunset makes everything look soft and warm even when his nose feels half frozen. It's truly beautiful.

"Eddie?" Buck says.

"Yeah, Buck?"

There's a sharp intake of breath, like what's about to be said is really important. Eddie's ready for it. But words never come. Eddie watches Buck's face in the light of the setting sun. There's a little shake of his head, almost imperceptible as if he'd decided better.

"I think I need to sleep," Buck says finally. It's disappointing. But the sun has fully set, and the flashlight on Eddie's phone sucks, so he doesn't argue.

He makes Buck tell him the plan on the way back to the lodge. Up by 4:30, leave by 5. The hike is just about two hours, and sunrise is just after seven thirty. 7:34.

Back in the room, Buck is asleep in minutes, but Eddie lays awake for a long time, wondering what it was Buck wanted to say. He does eventually fall asleep, lulled by the familiar sound of Buck's soft snores.

It hasn't been long enough when Buck shakes Eddie awake.

"It's 4:30," Buck says. "I want to be outside by 5."

Eddie is slow moving. It's cold outside the bed, but he layers jeans over thermal underwear. He pulls on thick socks, a long sleeve and a t-shirt, a hoodie.

"There might be ice," Buck says, pulling what look like small tire chains.

Eddie holds them in his hands, staring at them, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do when Buck huffs out a laugh and takes them back. He crouches at Eddie's feet, and it makes Eddie ache in a way he doesn't understand. He can only watch while Buck carefully lifts each of his feet and attaches the chains to the bottom of his shoes.

Buck pulls more things out of his bag. A headlamp, flashlights, two sets of hiking poles.

"Did you actually sleep when we got off yesterday?" Eddie asks.

"For a little bit," Buck admits.

Eddie can't help the fondness that settles between his ribs.

At five to five, they are standing out in front of the lodge. It's cold. Eddie can see his breath. He's got his beanie pulled down over his ears and his hood over top.

Buck leads. He's got the map pulled up on his phone, but the trail should be marked once they find it. It is. And it's not particularly physically hard. But the elevation and the cold are an added challenge Eddie wasn't expecting.

"Can I reiterate the stupid part of this plan?" Eddie huffs an hour in, breathing hard. His face hurts from just enough wind to make it sting.

"I'll be worth it," Buck promises.

Eddie believes him. And getting back, it'll be lighter and easier to navigate. Maybe a little warmer as the sun rises.

Eddie has lost all track of time when the trail deadends. It feels like it's been hours, but he doesn't trust that anymore. "Did we get off the trail somewhere? Did we make a wrong turn?"

Buck smiles at him, an expression made almost haunting by the glow of the headlamp. "Eddie, this is it. Just stand there. I'll get everything sorted."

"Sorted?" Eddie frowns.

But Buck pulls a blanket from his backpack. He spreads it out on the ground, close enough to the edge that they'd be able to see as the sun rises. And then he pulls out a big thermos and two camping cups like Eddie remembers from camping with his cousins as a child.

Buck sits. Eddie sits next to him and gladly takes a cup when Buck passes it over. He'd probably drink anything warm right now, but the scent of coffee is what hits his nose as Buck unscrews the lid of the thermos and fills his cup. Eddie wraps both hands around the cup and leans into the warmth.

It's quiet. There's no sound except breathing. It's too cold for the bugs Eddie associates with the darkness. Part of him is worried Buck can hear his heart hammering against his chest.

It's been weird since Eddie woke up outside of Kingman. Something has felt off. Buck has been so quiet. So not himself. "Are you dying?" He means for it to be a joke, but it sounds serious in the near silent darkness.

"What?" Buck asks.

"You've been quiet since yesterday. And... it seems like you want to tell me something, but you're scared to do it," Eddie replies. "Did you bring me here to tell me you're dying? I'm not sure I can take it. "

Buck doesn't reply. Eddie's eyes have adjusted enough that he can make out Buck's general shape.

"Buck?"

"I'm not dying," Buck says. He takes a sip of his coffee, and another, then lowers the cup and stares out at the dark canyon.

"But?" It feels like one is coming. Buck isn't dying, but he's leaving. He's quitting. Something is going to happen.

Buck takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out before turning to look at Eddie. "No but. I brought you out here because I am in love with you, and I want to share this moment. I don't know what this new year holds. I don't know if you can even love me back, but you're my favorite person, and I want to watch the sun rise with you."

Eddie stares. He stares, and he stares. He doesn't have words to say back. Part of him wants to cry. Part of him wants to finish tearing down whatever boundaries still exist between them and kiss Buck. But there's a huge part of him that thinks Buck might just be his last first kiss, and he doesn't want it to be bumbling and nervous in the dark with their faces half numb from the cold.

So Eddie doesn't say anything. He holds out his hand and waits for Buck to take it before he entwines their fingers.

Eddie pulls Buck's hand to his mouth and brushes a kiss across his knuckles. He hopes it's enough. Buck leans against him, lays his head on his shoulder, so maybe it is.

Neither moves, and slowly the sun rises.

[ardorwritesfanfic]

Something to Remember Me By || Sae Itoshi

A/N: Here is the fic that you all voted on! It’s my first Sae fic that I’ve written, so be nice pls! Hope you all enjoy!

Genre: Smut

Warnings: semi-soft Sae, body worship, praise kink, daddy kink (slight), overstimulation, orgasm denial, breeding kink, fem!reader.

Word Count: 1.6k

All characters are 20+!

Teal eyes pierced through your soul, staring you down hungrily. His eyes, filled with lust and love, never left your body. His chest heaved with heavy breaths, mouth hanging slightly open. His pupils were blown, a red blush spreading across his nose. His eyes flicker from your lips back up to your eyes, licking his lips before he speaks. "What did you say?"

"I want you to breed me, Sae." You blurt out, your own blush darkening at your lewd words. You had been toying with this particular idea for a while. You had dearly missed him while he was in Madrid, and now that he was home, the temptation was hard to ignore. You desperately needed something to remind you of him, especially with how busy he had been. Sae seemed taken aback, before lust clouded his eyes. He slowly makes his way over to you, until he almost towers over you. Leaning down, he whispers in your ear.

"Fine by me, be a good girl and go into the bedroom." His breath tickles your neck as he presses a light kiss to the exposed skin, every hair standing on end. You couldn't help but smile as you rushed into your shared bedroom. You sat on the edge of the bed, a jolt of excitement coursing through your veins. Sae followed you slowly, trying to maintain his composure. Your eyes drift down to his sweatpants. You lick your lips at the imprint of his raging hard cock leaves. "Like what you see, princess?" He asks, "Strip."

You do as you're told, first removing your shirt and then your shorts. Your hands reach around to undo the clasp of your bra, letting the garment fall to the floor. You move your fingers to your hips to remove your panties, but Sae stops you. Confused, you look up at him, gasping when you see how dark his eyes have become. You gulp, nervous from the intensity of his gaze. His fingers lightly trace your arms, gliding across your skin until his hands cup your cheeks. He presses a hungry kiss to your lips, filled with impatience. You melt into his frame, clawing at the fabric. Your hands move to the hem of his shirt, helping him discard it. You run your hands over his torso, tracing the outline of his chest and abs. His skin is warm, and you can feel his muscles flex under your touch.

Sae nips at your bottom lip as he guides you onto the bed. With a final press to your lips, he begins to travel down your body. His lips suck blue and purple bruises into your neck and collar bone, kissing down to the valley of your chest. He mouths at the soft mounds, taking a perky nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it gently, while his hand comes up to play with the other. You groan as you lace your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to your body. He hums with satisfaction, detaching from your breast. His mouth moves to give your other breast the same treatment, sucking until your nipple was sore. The other nipple he rolled in his fingers, until it was slathered in a thin film of his saliva. Departing from your breast, he gazed down at your spit-covered chest, smirking in amusement.

His hands slid down your sides, his fingers hooking around your panties. With a swift motion, he pulls the thin fabric down your legs. He kneels by the bed, parting your legs and staring at your wet cunt. He licks his lips, eyes flickering up to your face. You whine in desperation, hips bucking towards his face. Sae chuckles lightly, before diving into your pussy. He laps up your slick, tongue flicking in and out of your core. His hangs grope at the flesh of your hips, keeping himself steady and you writhe beneath the midfielder's touch. His tongue is warm and wet, the muscle massaging your insides gently. His tongue leaves your core for a brief moment, as he sucks your clit harshly. You cry out in pleasure, back arching as he switches between savagely sucking your clit and tongue fucking you.

You felt a pressure build in your lower stomach, getting more and more intense. Your hips bucked, your body beginning to react instinctively to the arrival of your climax. Until he stopped. Sae removed himself from your core, robbing you of your climax. You whined, frustrated at the absence of pleasure. You glared at your red-headed fiancé, as he chuckled at your tantrum. "Your body looks too damn good to waste an orgasm on oral. I'm going to make you cum harder than you ever have, with my dick alone." He growled.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them down. His rock hard cock slapped against his stomach, precum leaking out of the tip. His eyes traced your every feature, his hands sliding up the sides of your body as he crawled on top of you. "You look divine, princess~" He whispered, finding amusement in your shy squirming. He rocked his hips slightly, just barely catching your clit on his tip. His breath hitched from the stimulation, as he leaned down to latch his mouth on your neck. His tip presses into you, stretching your walls as he enters you. You whine at the feeling, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Sae only lets you rest for a moment, before he begins pounding into you. His hips slam into yours, coating your lower halves in your slick. He bites the skin on your neck, leaving red marks all over your neck. He sucks purple bruises along your collarbones, as the lewd sound of slapping skin fills the room. You moan wildly, not able to hold back. He growls in your ear, his hips becoming more erratic with every moan. "You like that, princess? You're cunt's squeezing me so tightly, it's so warm. You're a slut for this cock, aren't you?" Sae teases, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder. You gasp, feeling his long cock hit even deeper. His tip catches your g-spot with every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body. His pace is so fast that you can no longer think straight, only managing to answer with mindless fucked out babbles.

A wicked grin spreads across Sae's face, as he continues his relentless pace. "F-Fuck baby, you feel so good. I'm gonna breed you so well, gonna fuck my cum so deep inside you. Gonna make me a daddy~" He grunts, thrusts getting sloppier by the second. You moan lewdly as your hips buck to meet his, once again feeling pressure build. This time, it was much faster, ramping up to your climax as he hit every sweet spot.

"Oh god, Daddy! Cum inside me, please! I need it!" You beg, eyes screwing shut as the pressure snaps. Waves of pleasure roll through your body, as you buck and roll your hips instinctively. Sae doesn't stop his brutal pace though. Instead, he quickened his pace. His hand moves to thumb circles into your clit. You gasp and whine, your body more sensitive now that an orgasm has rattled through it. Your hips buck, but Sae keeps your hips limited, keeping you under his control.

"I didn't say that you could cum, did I? So now you'll cum as many times as I want until I fill you up, princess~" He hisses. His lips crash against yours harshly, sure to leave bruises. His unoccupied hand grips the fat of your hip, holding on for dear life as he pleases you. The stimulation from his hands and his cock send you hurtling towards another orgasm, the feeling ten times more intense than previously. Your thighs begin to shake, as your muscles begin to fatigue. Your mind is foggy, the only thing you're able to comprehend is the calluses on his fingers, and the twitching of his cock. Sae pants heavily, silent grunts turning into less controlled moans. His hips slow, jolting irregularly as he nears his climax. "Holy shit, I'm almost there, hold on a little longer. I-fuck! I'm so close, gon' breed you so well~." Sae stutters, thumb circling your clit at a rapid pace. You cry out, trying your best to hold on. The pressure is too much for you to bear, making your whole body oversensitive to his touch. Your writhe under him, pulling him as close to your body as you can. You rake your fingernails down his back, hips bucking wildly to meet his breakneck pace.

Finally, through shattered moans, Sae speaks again, his whole body shaking. "F-Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum. Let go, princess, so fuckin' good f'me." His hips jolt slamming deep into you as he releases his white hot seed into you. Your eyes roll back into your head, as desperate moans become wails of relief. Your whole body rocks with intense pleasure, your muscles finally giving out on you. Your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath as you come down from your high. Sae presses sweet kisses to your temple, gently caressing your body. He whispers praises in your ear, "You did so well for me, princess. Took me so well. You're such a good girl~" He praises, his body becoming heavy with fatigue. He slowly pulls himself out of you, pulling a pillow down to rest your hips on.

"Wha's that for?" You ask. Your eyes are heavy, sleep beckoning you with every heavy blink. Sae pulls you towards him, silently comforting you as you rest your head on his chest. You look up at him with a quizzical, albeit tired, look. Sae simply smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Gotta make sure it takes, love. You said you wanted to make me a daddy~." He muses. You scoff, sleep overcoming your exhausted body. Your breaths become regular, a steady pattern evident of your slumber. Sae chuckles pressing another soft kiss to your forehead.

"Goodnight, my princess."

[fruitsdontknow]

writer questions!

tagged by @young-waverer thank u smooches! 🤍

1. How many works on AO3? 27 (gorgeous number. 3x9. a classic)

2. Total AO3 word count? 373,842...

3. Top 5 fics by kudos? i. feet don't fail me now ii. can you open up the door? iii. the pain will leave you once it's done teaching you iv. cause i need touching so primal v. light, dark, light again

4. What fandoms do you write for? 9-1-1 !

5. Do you respond to comments? oh yeah baby if you leave a comment on one of my fics you have taken a part of my soul with you and i will be responding with utter joy :)

6. Angstiest ending? hmm... i only ever do angst WITH a happy ending because i'm a fucking weepy baby otherwise, i guess the vow had a bunch of angsty endings thematically?

7. Fic with the happiest ending? hmm!!! give us the grown makes me all blushy over how gross the ending is so perhaps that one?

8. Do you get hate? pls guys i'm a fucking weepy baby please don't send me hate just dm your moots about how bad my stuff is thank you!!! :)

9. Do you write smut? not usually! just some small stuff here and there, i think i get really lost in the technicalities rather than the mood itself (like "did buck already take his shirt off? where is the lube? goddamnit hold on" type stuff)

10. Do you write crossovers? not officially no! i've done a twilight au and working on a pride and prejudice au but nothing that's actually a crossover with other characters.

11. Ever had a fic stolen? thankfully no! or not to my knowledge... (pls don't do that to anyone what a nightmare that would be)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? no! but if anyone ever wanted to do that, that would be dope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? i haven't... but i'd be very curious to do it (if anyone's interested lmk!)

14. All time favourite ship? ooh, my heart says sterek (LMAO) but my soul says buddie....

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i think a long time ago there was a house of the dragon au for the 911 gotcha for gaza but that prompt got taken and now the fic is dead in the water... goodbye my old friend......

16. Writing strengths? there is a start, a middle, and an end with my fics yay :)

17. Writing weaknesses? my run on sentences is what will send me straight to hell, also i have the nasty habit of not proof-reading my stuff so sometimes i publish pure nonsense. what can i say, i'm a writer, we don't read (nick miller voice)

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue? oh... hmm, well in general terms i think if it makes sense with the source material/character and the writer knows how to write faithfully/accurately to the language, i'm all for it! i know this is a Thing in 911, and since I'm not a Spanish (or Swedish) speaker and those languages come up most often in fic, i'd defer to folks who speak the language for insight than my opinion :)

19. First fandom you wrote for? CRYING it was skam. SKAM. can u believe it????

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? my best written? the pain will leave you once it's done teaching you. my personal favorite? alabaster. the one that required four cans of white claw and an entire fucking whiteboard bigger than my torso to map out the plot because it was a murder mystery with fifteen different characters involved? it tolls for thee.

tagging some lovely writer moots! @becausebuckley @okathleen @809eddie if you are so inclined! (and haven't already done this!)

[lewis-winters]

The whole Web-Nix-Buck thing is very "Recognition Through The Other (Derogatory)" and its great. Also they're all from different schools so that rivalry plays into it, which is funny considering a) Nix couldn't give less of a shit about Stanford, b) Buck's the only one who cares about college football, and c) nobody else watching this can tell the difference anyway. - Nathan

ONCE AGAIN MY FAVORITE RED HEAD YOU ARE SO CORRECT!! it's recognition!! it's self-loathing!! it's competition!!!! it's a study in shame!! not to speculate, but i have a feeling a part of them feels that particular middle class guilt at their upbringing, especially when surrounded by enlisted men who have had to fight tooth and nail for everything that they have!! and these 3 all have it, it's just each one disagreed with how the others managed it or grappled with it in order to either fit in or blend in.

and like. you are ALSO so correct about the schools thing-- it's so funny because they went to college for WILDLY different things and different reasons, and so their contempt for each other being fueled by simple rivalry of ivy leagues (which is largely borne in football and sports-- of which neither web nor nix care about, but buck's whole life is built around) is simply SO FUCKING FUNNY.

Web cares about schooling AND was probably talked into like. legacy enrolments and some such-- he's the type to have gone to harvard because, yeah ok it's prestigious and his parents would have LOVED to brag about it to their friends, but also the course work actually has merit and the curriculum makes the most sense and the job opportunities in the end would be a lot and the chances of getting accepted into academe is high--

meanwhile, buck chose to go to UCLA for the football program + his pre-law, and then later took post grad in Loyola Law and became a really successful lawyer so he clearly chose very carefully!!

MEANWHILE, nix chose yale because. well. his granddaddy went to yale, his daddy went to yale, so i guess he should too? nixon legacy, amirite? even if he didn't want it or want to be associated with it or even if he actually chose to go to yale for any substantial reason. the fact that he maybe didn't go back after the war (idk his wiki page says he was just there for 2 years but of course that's not the best resource) just goes to show how little it actually meant to him.

these 3 went to these big ivy league colleges for varying reasons AND YET the idea of them refusing to admit that they find each other annoying bc they are mirrors of each other that they see their worst traits in, and instead hiding behind the idea of rivalrly between differing ivy league schools all but one of them has any business in caring about in makes me laugh so fucking hard. it is the single most 20-something, middle to rich class, white male bullshit i have ever heard it is SO fucking funny i can't. get your shit together, pls. it's embarrassing for the rest of us!!

[shitouttabuck]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 thank u bud i’m procrastinating packing and this was fun

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

seven!

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

129,484 which is a fake number to me

3. what fandoms do you write for?

nothing has made me as insane in my life as network television procedural drama 911 on abc, so

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

you can start a family who will always show you love

let the world have its way with you

my hearts over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance

like a dog with a bird at your door

i like the summer rain (i like the sounds you make)

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i try very hard to because they make me so happy and it’s unbelievably kind of people to take the time to leave them!!! However i sometimes leave it too long and then worry it’s weird to reply after like. a month. which as a fic reader i wouldn’t give a shit about so idk what my problem is!!!! i will reply i will just maybe take a hot sec to do it

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i don’t have any i’m a happily ever after or bust kinda guy in my own head if nowhere else…… angstiest is probably the sound of love astounds me if only because it ends post-feelings realisation but still pre-relationship

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

they’re all so happy omg. i will say with great personal bias it’s my heart’s over-pumping but also i have. a sequel in the works….

8. do you get hate on fics?

no people have been very very very lovely but also sjjsjsjs i’ve not been here super long. the funniest comment i’ve gotten was on my first fic where someone was like i liked this but it is jarringly inaccurate as mcdonald’s in california doesn’t have a veggie burger option 😭 i cried laughing im so sorry to u americans. pls petition your local mcdonald’s to stock the mcplant it slaps

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

have written two e-rated fics….. it’s very fun but i don’t think i’m very good so i’d like to practice actually (maybe some sexy prompts after i finish the bed-sharing ones?) just the regular kind for now like i love buck and eddie desperately and am myself into a million things but i don’t know how kinky they would actually get in my own head. so just a little gross with it for now i guess

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nope!

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

no that would be SICK. @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove is podficcing bucket list fic which is so very cool of her!

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

no omg i don’t know how y’all do it i’m bad at group projects but also this sounds soooooo fun. if also deeply stressful

14. what’s your all time favorite ship?

if that’s synonymous with most likely to get you institutionalised, uh. gestures around us. otherwise mulder/scully and i am just now right as i’m typing this realising i’ve never ever in my life actually read x files fic what the fuck. also steve/bucky but i haven’t read fic since 2017 probably

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

listen i have not written a word for x files au past that one snip i shared forever ago. i want to soooo bad i’ve talked about it to some of you very rabidly but. it does not want to be written and if it did it would have to be so fucking long which is very daunting to me. not saying i’ve put her in the ground yet but. we might need some necromancing

16. what are your writing strengths?

i think i’m pretty good at writing in character? mostly? sometimes i struggle with buck just because i think we’re very similar and i project a little and then have to go back and fix it lmao but for the most part i think i’m good at that! and i have a lot of fun writing dialogue

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

plot!!!!!! and pacing!!!!!!!!!!! also my inability to write non-linearly omg if i get stuck i just get Stuck i can’t jump ahead

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

oooh i love it and would love to include more than the teeniest bits i have but i’m so conscious about it sounding natural and not stiff to people whose language it actually is (shout out and a million kisses to @eddiebabygirldiaz for fixing the spanish in i love you like a dog!!!!!)

19. first fandom you wrote for?

911 babey!

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

my heart’s over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance !!! not just because it was the first fic i posted after joining tumblr fandom but. idk it is so so so special to me like it makes me so happy and when i think about it i’m like. hey u wrote that. good for u my dude. and also maybe i just associate it with meeting a bunch of you whjsjssjsj

tagging @callaplums @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @rewritetheending @try-set-me-on-fire @onward--upward @anxieteandbiscuits @devirnis @athenagranted if anyone wants to do this i’m nosy soz if you already have !!!!

[jackabbot]

see the thing is i want to know everything about all your wips but i'm supposed to CHOOSE? how's that fair?

anyway i'm cheating and i wanna know about screaming universe AND eddie gets engaged pls

It's not even cheating at this point, we both know I can't say no to you 💛💛

Okay so first the screaming universe wip: it's a 5+1, where the universe is trying to give buddie the push to make the right decisions throughout their relationship, from getting together to getting married and some of it is silly and fluffy and some of it is just pain™

It is also what this sentence was from hehe

Here's a tiny tease from part 1, where Chris asks some tough questions:

Buck couldn't spit or swallow at gunpoint right now. Jesus Christ.

It was still at least 20 minutes before Eddie would be home and this conversation was probably only second to the sex talk on the list of conversations that Buck did not want to have with Chris without Eddie – or frankly, at all.

Eddie gets engaged is a little bit of a fuzzy thing and mostly just vibes at the moment BUT it's obviously angst, because it's me hah but of course there is a happy ending 🫶

Eddie gets engaged and asks Buck to be his best man, which... well he's not taking it as well as he thought he would and it comes to the point where he just snaps and tells Eddie how he feels (about him and the wedding and all of it) and maybe even kisses him a little (or more who knows)... then Eddie runs away because he is engaged and his whole family just came down to LA for the engagement party and he just can't deal with this right now.

Anyway here is a bit from like the angstiest scene so far:

"So." Buck broke the silence, helping none of the crackling tension in the air. "What does this mean for us?"

"Us?" Eddie's laugh was ugly and sharp, snapping right through Buck's spine. "There is no us, Buck. Not the way you want it anyway."

Buck clenched his jaw, using all of his strength to not shout as he spat: "Because you don't want it or bacause you wanna punish me?"

"Can't it be both?" Eddie sighed in resignation and for the first time since they've known each other, Buck felt like Eddie has given up on him.

"Could be." Buck gave it to him quietly. "It isn't though, is it?"

Ask me about my wips

[cyborg-hydra-girl-thing]

I've thought about making this post a dozen times since december, but like

TIP your delivery drivers! at least $1 per mile. on average I can get 3-5 deliveries done an hour, and whatever you tip is all we get usually. sometimes on weekends DD will give an extra dollar per delivery but otherwise *shrug* 5 or 6 bucks always makes me happy as a delivery driver

ALSO RATE US 5 PLS

anything less than 5 actively pulls our rating down, and it is incredibly difficult to climb back up, at least in doordash, as your rating is based on your last 100 ratings. I think like 1/20 deliveries give me a rating? I got 3 1 stars in a row one week from people who messaged me and said they misclicked and then never contacted support to fix it.

and I've made 400 deliveries since then and they still haven't gone away soooo :PP

ALSO WITH JULY 4TH COMING

DON'T FUCKING FLASH YOUR DRIVERS

it always happens a ton around the holidays but like. please, put on a shirt and pants if you MUST answer the door. otherwise pls just let me leave it on your doorstep.

Because 1) mm yes thanks you're very pretty, but I just wanna hand you your food and go, I have zero energy for people and I have no idea how to appropriately react to this and also idk feels vaguely harrassey?? I certainly don't get a choice in the matter

and 2) YOUR OWN FUCKIN SAFETY?! like I'm safe, I'm not going to do anything, I'm just tryin to make a few bucks but like, girl. If I were dangerous I now have your first name and last initial, your address, if its a house and your car is in the driveway I've got the make model, and license plate number. THATS A LOT OF INFO AND YOU JUST MADE YOURSELF A TARGET

FUCK

I'm lucky enough I don't need the money and use it to pay off bills, but most of the other dashers out there are much less fortunate than me

[bastardofharrenhal]

PLS MY DIGNITY WENT W U WHEN U LEFT😭 its awful horrendous i rewatched black butler 7 times and the movie even more in 3 days

but yes my sibling is giving me 20 bucks for a vale bot on c.ai😌😌😌

i can only wish u luck w the metamorphosis and hope that the blog comes out as a butterfly and not a cockroach😌 (even if ur blog is for roaches who like cock<3 /j)

Hihi beloved husband it's been awhile<3 please tell me you haven't burnt down the house while I was playing mikage again for a bit

the house hasnt been destroyed as of now as i have been banned from the kitchen😌

but my pinterest went through a revolution im being offered money to make a vale bot there has been a whole au created for strays w my dif ocs and my dignity as a lithuanian went to the mariana trenches as i became down bad for an AMERICAN (leon s kennedy) a BRIT (sebastian michaelis) and worst of all a RUSSIAN (fyodor dostoevsky) and even worse than them all is that i rediscovered those old yansim animatics and realized that my entire type in men was influenced by genderbent nemesis its awful i think ill pull mikage NEXT

but how have u been girlie r the woes of aesthetics still after ur throat👁

[apricote]

i'm lowkey excited for the wedding pack ngl, i literally love organising my sims weddings

[stabby-pal]

Does anyone remember those MLP-CoD cross over fic readings on youtube back in the day? I’m still occasionally haunted by the mental image of the main evil guy just shooting Discord point blank