#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 

[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.

[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.

[luvyeni]

sooo we love a sub! jisung don’t we?? could write smth where he and the reader are best friends with benefits and one day, at a party, hannie is kinda upset because of girl so the reader tries to make him better by pulling him to dance ( (even tho she never liked that girl and always told jisung that she wasn’t good enough for him) so as the hours pass they get drunk so now they are very horny and there’s a obvious sexual tension between them, they’re dancing very close to each other, acting like there’s no one around them and the reader says something like “you know too well that i can make you feel way better than she did” making him even more horny (since he remembers all the things they already did and places they fucked) and now she has to help her best friend out :(( by making him feel like he never did pulling him to a random guest room in the house

ps.: you can make him very loud, vocal and whimpering mess

love your work btw!!

FORGET HER; HAN JISUNG

pairings. bestfriend!jisung x fem!reader

wc. 0.8k

warnings. sub!jisung/dom!mc titty-fucking, unprotected sex , mentions of face sitting, praising

i hope you like it 💓!

helping your bestfriend get over a girl

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seems like only 20 minutes ago you were pulling your bestfriend who you sometimes fuck to the dance floor , to stop him from pouting over the girl that he invited to the party his friends were throwing at their frat, the girl who was currently grinding her hips against some rando at the party , but now you're like 7 or 8 shots in , both of you look disheveled as you both dance , but jisung is trying not to cum from your words as you whisper dirty things in his ear.

"hannie." you purr into his ear , "why don't you just forget her , we both know i can fuck you better than she can." he whines into your neck. "p..please." grinding his hips into yours. "look at you getting so worked up over a few words , you want to get away baby, want me to take care of you?" you batted your eyelashes. "y..yes." you smiled taking him by the hand , guiding him upstairs to his room.

you pushed him down on his bed , sinking to your knees in front of him. "what do you want me to do sungie , it's all about you." you raked your hands up and down his thighs. "ta..take yo..your top off , pl..please" you reached for the end of your shirt , "good boy saying please." you lifted your shirt over your head , unbuckling your bra , letting your tits out , he groaned , you smirked knowing he loved your tits.

"you want to fuck my tit sungie?" he let out a whiny yes, you made him stand up , unbuckling his pants letting them fall to his ankles , cock straining against his underwear. "so hard." you pulled his underwear down , his cock hitting his stomach. "oh fuck ＿ , please let me fuck your tits , please." he sat back down begging , music to your ears.

"oh course sungie." you slotted yourself in between his legs , pushing your tits together , letting him slip his cock in between them. "s..shit." he moaned , "so..so soft." he bucked his hips up , your plush tits suffocating his cock , his head was so fuzzy. "are they sungie , you like my tits." he nodded , "sooo much."

you gathered a bunch of spit in your mouth , letting it fall onto the tip of his cock , he hissed as slid down his cock , onto your tits. "fu..fuck im gonna cum soon." he cried out. you lolled your tongue , giving his tip kitty licks , sending him over the edge. "go ahead sungie , cum whenever you want." he moaned , loud enough for people walking past to hear as he came , some landing on your face and tongue, most of it landing on your tits. "i..im sorry." his legs twitch , as you stroked his cock.

"are you?" you hummed. "couldn't control yourself." you squeezed the base of his cock , he whined. "i..i c..can't." he whined as you stroked him into overstimulation. "awe really , so then you don't want me to ride you , i thought you wanted me to make you feel better." you tilted your head , teasing him , he couldn't pass this up , he loved when you rode him. "i..i do ,, p..please ride me." he stuttered , he was a mess.

you let his cock go , it was red but still hard. "get all the way on the bed." you took your skirt and panties off , smirking as you watched his scramble all the on the bed. "look at you , so eager , so cute." you teased climbing on the bed , straddling on his legs. "＿ , pl..please no teasing." he whined as you grabbed his cock , stroking it , hovering over his tip. "okay i won't tease sungie."

you sunk down on him , letting out a sigh as he filled you up. "su..sungie you're so big." jisung was losing his mind already as you began to rock your hips back and forth. "pl..please faster." you bounced on his , he was moaning so loud , you sure a few people downstairs could hear despite the music.

"yo..you're so wet , fuck i can't , im gonna cum." he groaned. "hold it." you moaned , your hand coming up to his throat squeezing his throat as you rode his cock.

"wh..what, i..i can't." he breathed , so you slowed down. "n..no please." he begged. "you worked me up too sungie , grinding against me , whining so pretty in my ear , don't you think i should get to cum too." he moaned , "y..you can sit on my face , y..ou like that right? p..please let me cum." he begged , but you ignored his words.

"my pretty sungie , you're mine right?" you've never called him yours before , he loved the thought of being yours , but it just made him want to cum even more. "answer me." you stopped completely. "y..yes , im..im yours, only yours , please let me cum." the tears were coming falling down his face. "such a good boy sungie , no one can fuck you like this , make you a mess , go ahead and cum baby." his legs twitched as he came , bucking his hips up into , triggering your own orgasm as you both came together , riding out each other's high.

he calmed down , and you grabbed his jaw , pulling him into a kiss.

"forget that girl , you're mine now."

[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."

[rhettabbotts]

“ all i can think of is sitting on top of your hard cock ” with dilf rhett omg pls 🥺🤭

burning desire - dilf rhett abbott

pairing: dilf!rhett abbott x babysitter!reader

summary: you can’t help yourself around him.

warnings: 18+ only. smut. thigh riding. age gap (babysitter mid 20s, rhett late 30s). slight dumbification. daddy kink.

send in a prompt!

The movie was long forgotten, now serving its purpose as white noise. Rain pinged against the windows, thunder rumbled in the distance. Soft suckling noise filled the large living room. Quiet whimpers escaped your throat on their own accord. 

Rhett’s tongue dominated your own, an expert in the craft. The heat between your thighs throbbed and you only just began kissing. You were growing increasingly frustrated with each passing minute - wanting, needing some type of relief. Clenching your muscles only did so much. 

“Rhett,” you gasped as you pulled away from his intoxicating mouth, “I need more.” 

Your eyes softened, pleaded. His thumb tugged on your pouting lip, smearing the shiny gloss. One hand rested against your neck, using the same thumb to tilt your chin upwards. 

He studied your expression and then smirked as your breath hitched. 

“I don’t know if you can handle more, baby,” Rhett croaked, voice scratchy. “Little thing like you.”

“Please. I’ve been thinking about it so much,” you whined. Your bottom lip jutted out once more, not caring that you probably sounded like a spoiled brat. 

“What have you thought about?” He inquired.

“All I can think about is sitting on top of your hard cock,” you confessed, feeling a burning blaze spread through your veins at your own words.

“Oh, sweet baby. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. You’re not ready for that,” Rhett chided. “C’mere.”

He maneuvered you into his lap, positioning you to straddle one of his thighs. He flexed the muscle, chuckling at the noise it punched out of you. Fingers dug into your hips with a bruising grip. 

“This is all I’m giving you tonight. Take it or leave it.”

You nodded eagerly, bracing your hands on his shoulders and wiggling your hips to get comfortable. The feeling of the scratchy denim against your thin scrap of panties sent a delicious chill over your body.

You started slow, a slight buck of your hips to learn your rhythm. Rhett had settled into the couch, arms propped behind his head enjoying the sight before him. You moved at a languid pace, eyes never leaving Rhett’s hungry cobalt blues. 

It was enough… until it wasn’t. Your thighs started burning and you were nowhere near close to that finish line. Huffs of aggravation tumbled past your lips and your brows furrowed as you shifted to find the right angle again. 

“What’s the matter, princess? Can't you do it by yourself?”

“No,” you sulked, stilling your hips. 

“Poor thing. Always have to have daddy’s help, don’t you?”

He finally took pity on you, strong hands taking hold of your hips and jerking you forward. He knew how to move you in the right way; knew how to get you to throw your head back in blinding pleasure. Rhett slid his hand under your dress, fisting your panties to pull them taut in the front. 

“Don’t make me rip these off to shut you up. You know you have to be quiet,” he scolded. You bit your lip, trying your best to suppress the sounds of your desire. The slide of fabric against your aching cunt was drawing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Daddy, please. I can’t- Oh, I can’t.”

“Do you think about it a lot? Think about sliding down on my cock when you’re playing with that little pussy at night?”

“It’s not enough. It’s never enough,” you nearly cried. 

“Of course you can’t get off by yourself. I’ve spoiled you, haven’t I? That’s okay, baby. You know daddy’ll take care of you,” he muttered. 

Rhett placed both hands upon your hips again, this time bouncing you on the firm muscle. Your breasts spilled out of the top of your dress and he couldn’t stop himself from latching onto a hard nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak. 

A high pitched keen squeezed its way out of your vocal cords. His thumb snaked down to draw tight circles around your bundle of nerves, looking up at you from under his lashes. Your fingers tangled into his hair, gripping at the roots and pulling harshly as you came on his thigh; feeling yourself make a mess on the dark denim. 

“Atta girl. I knew you could do it,” he praised. 

Your muscles turned to rubber as you slumped into his chest. Your entire body ached, a flicker of heat still coursed through your veins. Rhett’s hand traveled the length of your spine in soothing strokes as you came down from your high. 

“How do you do that?” You questioned breathlessly.

“Do what?”

“That! Make me feel like every nerve ending in my body is on fire,” you exclaimed. 

Rhett grinned proudly, placing a wet kiss to your cheek. You were about to connect your lips once more when you heard little footsteps coming down the wooden stairs. You pulled away from Rhett like he was hot metal, haphazardly straightening yourself up while Rhett pulled a throw pillow into his lap. 

“Dad?” Ellie’s timid voice came out sleepily. “Can I get a glass of water?”

You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth to stop the giggles from tumbling out. He was in dad-mode instantly, caring for his youngest like he hadn’t just done what he did with you.  

“Tilly?” The nickname rang out from the kitchen. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Your dad and I were having a movie night.”

“Oh, okay. Goodnight. Love ya,” she said before scurrying back to her room. 

Rhett plopped back down beside you on the couch and sighed deeply, eyes now heavy with sleep.

“Movie night, huh?” He chortled, eyes creasing at the corners in amusement.

“You’re a bad influence on me, Abbott.”

“Likewise, Tillerson.”

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

I need to see oddduck and Lois girls night 😫 I want all the wine, all the gossip, all the rants, everything

Pls and thank you

Lois hefted a grocery bag onto her hip and unlocked the back door, pausing just inside the kitchen with a snort.

You were DEEP in a rabbit hole. She could tell- if the music didn't give it away, the way you were sitting in the chair would have. Crouched with your arms around your knees in a hoodie 3 sizes too big rocking slightly as you stared intently at what she liked to call "Unabomber boards" of note cards and references you'd hand-written to go back and cobble research together with- you didn't even look up.

Bombs could have been going off and you wouldn't have noticed. A SWAT team could probably have kicked your door in and you would have simply blinked at them and asked "what the fuck?" before going back to it.

Like a cozy Sherlock Holmes, once you'd hit on something you wouldn't stop until you'd learned everything you could find on it. It made you a top-flight researcher. And unmatched at Bar Trivia- at least as long as no one asked you sports questions. (Those you brought Clark along for.)

She considered for a second shaking you out of it but- there was a mostly empty water bottle on the table and an apple core on a plate so at some point, likely between books or articles, you'd eaten and had something to drink. So she left you for while and set about making herself at home. Putting the three bottles of cheap wine in the fridge and taking the cheese cake out of the box to thaw before pulling the shoe box of take out menus off the top of your fridge to see what was on top.

You had a system. A very reliable system. A rotating list of menus that had things you liked highlighted and color coordinated by preference. On top it was pizza today. Lois leaned on the counter and considered for a second. As long as it was food you liked you weren't particular- not really. The rotating menus were just there to keep you from inadvertently giving yourself scurvy or something because you'd eat the same thing every day otherwise.

Wine, cheesecake, and pizza- Martha would be appalled. But- Clark was off-world doing god only knew what. And what better reason to break a diet, right? She could eat a salad tomorrow. "Most meticulous absent-minded genius ever," she snorted to herself watching out of the corner of your eye as you look up. Blinking at the fading light outside and frowning before looking around.

"OH! I was going to call you," you blurt out, unfurling slowly, stretching your shoulders as you put your feet on the floor.

"You did," she reminded, "At like 10-"

"No not about that. I was going to tell you. I'm going to Scotland next week."

"Why?" she asked, pulling you into a one-armed hug as you wobble over to inspect the grocery bags. Grateful that even at your most absent, some things don't need to be explained.

"Reasons-"

"Known only to the rabbits," she finished, rolling her eyes, "And maybe Bruce Wayne."

"Why would he know-"

"I have no idea but I bet 20 bucks he shows up there," she teased, tickled when you couldn't quite manage to scowl at her convincingly.

"I found so many videos last week," you deflect, pulling down clean glasses.

"Well pull them bitches up- no fake crying audio though. I can't."

"I know," you agree "Like. Listen. If you're gonna try to sell me a story about Reptilians stealing your kidney, at least try to take an acting class. AND MAKE SURE THE GO FUND ME FOR THE SURGERY ISN'T GOOGLEABLE."

"Blue highlights or do you want to live a little?" she called, chuckling to herself as you hopped over a stack of discarded notebooks to hook your lap top to the TV.

"What is it?" you call back, "I don't even know-"

"Pizza," she answered, leaning over the counter to take a peek at your Unabomber board to see if she could make sense of anything.

"Just no olives-"

"Right. Peanut butter and anchovy it is," she joked, scanning your menu for a likely suspect.

"Not even for you."

"But no olives," she teased, turning to put a bottle in the freezer as she dialed. Your blue highlighted ones were actually really good. And as fun as it was to make you try new things- today needed comfort food.

[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!!

[alexiskk]

Hiiii tlou anon here!! Your works are sooo good and since u asked for Tlou suggestions, I was wondering if you could do a fic where Tommy and Ellie are talking and Tommy reveals that Joel’s ticklish. Which leads to Ellie trying it out of course, and Joel getting revenge on the both of them for messing with him! I look forward to seeing what you’ll write and I’ll probably end up giving you more suggestions in the future. :) -tlou anon

hi anon! this is such a good suggestion, im so glad tlou has brought me back in the mood to write, definitely send more if you have em! Also I backed off on lee!tommy a bit but I hope u still enjoy🫶

word count: uhhh kinda long

❗️tw: shoot/killing a deer, slight mention of blood

also all Joel and Ellie pairings in any of my fics are in a parental/child relationship anything else is gross so pls don’t think I ever mean to cross that boundary. ok thx

Not so Funny Now

Thud

“Damnn El” Tommy blew out an impressed sigh as he looked over in proud amazement at the girl posted with her barrel rested on the tree trunk beside him.

“I guess my brother is good for something, he taught you howda’ shoot like a bat outta hell”

Ellie smirked as she stood up and rested the rifle on her shoulder, almost knocking herself over in the process, but she seemed to play it off successfully. They were both watching the deer Ellie had shot about 20 yards in front of them struggle to regain it’s footing, after all, she had shot it square in it’s neck, so it was only a matter of time before it was down for the count. Lucky for them, the deer only managed to make it a few more yards before not so gracefully plumping back into the snow.

Ellie had found some of her time in Jackson to be restless, as she hadn’t quite found anyone her age that she clicked with quite yet. Tommy especially picked up on this restless energy due to numerous nights of listening to Joel’s complaints about “Too many godamn questions”. So, Tommy thought inviting her on some of the hunting trips would help her blow off some steam, and more importantly, tire her out. Although, he was especially fond of days like today, where the rest of the crew was too busy off with the cattle and stable duties, so he and Ellie had the day left to themselves.

The pair had made their way over to the deer as Tommy began sizing up their catch.

“A buck Ellie not too shabby” He gestured to the pedicles on top of the deer’s head.

“Hey, what can I say, I’m a natural” Ellie had a sarcastic tone as she awkwardly threw up one of her hands while the other stayed securely on the rifle. It was only her 6th or 7th trip out here but she learned to pull her weight, although she couldn’t help but hide a smug smile as she realized this was the biggest deer she’d ever shot.

“No seriously, you gotta great shot kid”

“Awh quit fawnin’ over me Tommy” Ellie held her breath as Tommy paused and slowly looked up at her, to her surprise, he bursted out a chuckled laugh in response to her pun before even she could. He shook his head and looked back to the buck.

“You duhumass help me pull”

Ellie let some of her own laughter escape as she walked towards and placed her hand around an antler while Tommy grabbed the other. They both began dragging it through the snow, leaving a trail of dirt and blood behind them.

“Hey you know what a deers favorite bread is right?” Ellie had her eyes down at the snow in front of her, slightly out of breath from the trek they were making back to the horses.

Tommy smiled as he continued to entertain her gimmicks “Now what might that be?”

“Dude, it’s Sour doe, duh”

While less caught off guard, Tommy still found himself breathing out a few chuckles in response to the teenager’s terrible puns. Ellie of course had a huge grin plastered across her face, this wasn’t the audience she was typically used to.

“What, so you’ve got these memorized?”

“Nah these are my own, but I have plenty memorized from the book if that’s what your looking for.”

The pair dropped the buck as they had finally made it back to their horses. Tommy began preparing one of the horses to carry the load from the day.

“Ah is this that famous joke book i’ve heard so much about?”

“Whatt Joel mentioned the book to you?” Ellie still slightly out of breath looked up from the snow. She knew Joel cared about her, but there were very few days he actually enjoyed the joke book coming out of her pack.

“Just a few times” Tommy smiled with his back to Ellie. He was extremely caught off guard a few weeks ago when Joel had repeated one of the jokes Ellie had told him earlier in the day, he didn’t think he knew how to joke like that anymore.

“Did he also mention he fucking hates joy because I can barely get him to crack with it”

“What he wouldn’t laugh?”

“Barely”

“Yeahh that sounds like my brother”

Tommy gesture for Ellie to help him in loading the buck up onto the horse. They struggled getting it off the ground due to its size, but finally got it up and secured it before they both hopped on to the other horse they brought with them. Tommy gave Ellie the reins of the other horse to lead from the seat behind him and they began their trek back into town.

“ Was he always like that? ya know, all ‘ugh im joel, im tough and grumpy and i hate laughter’” Ellie had he arms flexed inward as she lowered her voice to imitate Joel.

“U-Uh he’s kinda been that way since i can remember kid, although Sarah was one to remind me of how ticklish the bastard is”

Tommy didn’t seem to bat an eye at the statement he just uttered, while Ellie sat in shock behind him.

“W-what did you say?” an astonished grin stayed on her face, this was the best yet most unexpected piece of news she could have asked for. If that asshole won’t laugh at her jokes, she’d just have to find other ways to make him laugh.

“Huh? Oh yeah Joel’s terrible, if he wasn’t so goddamn strong i’d torture em’ everyday just to see the old fucker squirm.” Tommy chuckled as memories of him and his older brother during childhood flooded in n out of his memory.

He then turned around to see a plotting expression on Ellie’s face.

“Hey if your thinkin what I think your thinkin, leave me out of it, heaven forbid he found out I told you”

“Hmm fair enough” Ellie replied and seemed to let it go as her and Tommy mostly sat in silence for the rest of the ride back, but despite his warnings, she couldn’t help but imagine his older brother in stitches, and strength be dammed she was eager to make the old man laugh, any way she could.

With a week an a half gone by, Ellie had practically forgotten her whole plans to make Joel laugh. Between hunting trips, chores around the stables, and helping out Maria, there was no real time for her to even think about it. But, it happen to be a rare lazy Sunday for both her and Joel, with neither of the having duties to attend to today. Although in the Miller house, there was no such thing as a “lazy day”, as Joel found himself up underneath the kitchen sink while Ellie, of course, found herself perpetually bothering him.

“So what is it your trying to do?”

Joel sighed, “ For the 4th time kid, the pipe is leakin’ and I can’t figure out why it ain’t workin’ when I fixed this shit 2 weeks ago.” Joel let out a frustrated grunt as he attempted to turn a wrench on the pipe letting out a perpetual drip every few seconds. Although the frustration in his voice was mostly from annoyance from Ellie’s constant pestering.

“I thought contractors were supposed to be good at this kinda stuff.” Ellie stood with her arms crossed, onlooking Joel as he had himself wedged up with most of his upper body underneath the sink and head lamp on to light his view of the pipe.

Joel sighed once again. “This is plumbing, not contractor stuff”

“Oh, so you just suck at plumbing?”

“Would you just—just go find something else to do” Joel didn’t even break eye contact with the pipe, he was just done with Ellie’s constant nagging, especially on what was supposed to be his day off.

Ellie rocked back and forth on her heels.

“Alright, but just remember you asked for this” she rushed over to her backpack that laid on the couch to pull out a beaten up copy of No Pun Intended: Volume Too. She then rapidly flipped the pages as she walked back into the kitchen to join Joel once again.

“Hey Joel, why shouldn’t you trust stairs?”

Joel muttered under his breath “Here we fucking go again”

Ellie didn’t dare wait for a proper response.

“Because their always, up to something!” Ellies over exaggerated response to the joke left her with a huge grin on her face, but she was getting nothing from Joel except grunts from his fight with the kitchen sink, so her attempts must continue.

“Ok ok, you’ll like this one. I used to hate facial hair. But thennnnnn it grew on me!” She once again ended in her iconic cheeky grin, but Joel was already exhausted of her none sense two jokes in.

“Ellie, this is actually worse than torture, just-please go make yourself busy elsewhere” His half joking half absolutely serious tone seemed to discourage Ellie’s spirit a bit, but something clicked in her as he spoke, and that devious plotting expression returned to her face.

Ellie, being the spitfire that she is, took no consideration into what the consequences of her actions would be, but as she inched closer and closer to Joel, the only thoughts in her head was how much fun she was about to have.

“Geez talk about torture Joel, i think you might onto something”

She had finally positioned her self right next to Joel’s body underneath the sink and that’s when she attacked.

“Ellie what the hell are yoUOHC-”

She dove her hands around the thighs of the man wedged up underneath the sink. She could barely get a good grip with his thick work jeans getting in the way, but she managed her best to squeeze right above both of his kneecaps as hard as she could. Joel caught his words and incoming laughter in his mouth and managed to swallow them all, leaving only awkward grunts to escape him. His legs began to twitch, trying to fight off the teen with her hands wrenched around his legs. He began to attempt to scoot out from underneath the sink to properly defend himself when Ellie decide to switch her tactics.

“You lihitle sHiHIHIT DOHONT-”

Panicking after seeing Joel’s initial response, Ellie dove her hands into his sides and she soon began to smile. With his head in close proximity to the pipe, Joel couldn’t risk any aggressive moves escaping from underneath the sink, but luckily for Ellie this also meant he could escape the onslaught of tickles she was dealing him at the moment. Ellie’s smile only grew as she now realized just how ticklish Joel was, watching as his stiffened grunted outbursts began to turn into actual resentful laughter under her touch. He even attempted to push Ellie away with what little strength he had at this point, but Ellie was quite quick, repositioning herself up and around the man to never get caught. From what Tommy had told her, she knew there was no one way she could give Joel a break without him retaliating, so she had her hands digging into the old man at super sonic speed, probably only worsening the experience for Joel himself.

“You motherfucker why don’t you laugh at my jokes like this?”

“Y-YoHoUH ASAHASS”

“That’s nhot an answer Joel!”

Joel could simply not handle the torment from Ellie. Being pinned as well as completely caught off guard caused the man to begin to succumb to the electrified touch of Ellie, each poke and kneed into the man’s sides causing a wheezing laugh that would occasionally break out into genuine giggles when he couldn’t tough it out any longer.

Ellie found herself giggling along side him, she had never seen Joel quiet this joyful, and there was no way in hell she’d ever let him forget this.

Joel in his fight against his sensitivity took a calculated swipe at Ellie, in a panicked response she threw her hands underneath the man’s arms to which his body responded with jerks and jolts as he-

Dung

“Oho shihitttt”

Ellie’s smile slowly faded as put an abrupt stop to her torture and scooted a few feet back on the floor as the man underneath the sink was now completely vertical and rubbing the side of his head with his hand after obliterating it into the pipe he was working on, which unfortunately, was still dripping in a rhythm. They both sat in a tense silence. Ellie unaware how badly she might have hurt Joel, didn’t know how to comfort or even help him at this point.

After what felt like years, Joel began to slowly pull himself up and out from underneath the sink, scoffing or grunting with pain with each heavy movement until finally slumping his upper body up against the lower cabinets. With his hand burying his face, even though Ellie was facing him their was no way to tell just how hurt, or more importantly for Ellie, just how angry he was. The pair sat facing each other on the kitchen floor, continuing their tense silence until Ellie just couldn’t take it any longer.

“Hey, Joel i-i’m real sorry I didn-”

“Could y-you j-just grab some ice” Joel cut her off more gruffly than usual, but he didn’t look up or move his hand.

“Y-yeah of course ” Ellie had a doe-like expression on her face as she scurried to her feet and grabbed a pack of ice from the freezer. She feared she may have pushed too far.

She knelt down next to him and he gestured for her to place it against the right side of his head and she obliged. Ellie watch as Joel went to take it from her hand when all of a sudden, he jerked to grab her wrist instead.

“hEYA-UH!”

Im what seemed like miliseconds, Joel whipped the teen by her wrist around him, grabbing her other arm and whipping himself around in order to place her firmly up against the cabinets where he once sat. He then grabbed her upper biceps as if he was to hold her in place there.

“ WHAt the fuck Joel I thought you were fucking hurt!” Ellie’s genuinely shocked and angry tone was followed by kicking and attempts at squirming away but Tommy was unfortunately right, that asshole is way too strong.

“What the hell do you think your doing-g-gettin’ on me like that?” Joels tone was stern but he seemed to stumble over his words a bit, almost as if he was a bit embarrassed over his vulnerability with Ellie just minutes prior.

Ellie still frustratedly trying to shake Joel’s hands off her to no avail replied.

“Well you’re such a grump how the hell else am I supposed to get you to- i dunno have fucking joy?” After she finished her sentence she slowly brought her struggles to a stop and look up with that memorable cheeky grin.

“You gotta admitttttt it was prehettty fuhunny Johoel ” She sillily shook her shoulders back and forth as she giggled at the recent memories of Joel in stitches underneath the sink.

For some reason, it never registered in Ellie’s silly little brain that Joel would try to get her back somehow. The pair didn’t have much of a history of physical touch in their relationship so Ellie was half expecting a lecture on how just how unsafe what she just did was. After all, other than that one incident in the bunks with Riley, she couldn’t even remember the last time she was tickled.

At this point in time however, Joel’s embarrassment was currently being used for fueling his rage towards the rascal he was holding up against the cabinets, and a disapproving frown began to slip at the edges as Joel developed his own plotting expression. Ellie watched him, still giggling but an inherent sense of panic began flooding her senses, for she knew nothing good could come of this look.

Joel sighed and shook his head.

“Yeahh kid maybe it was, but not nearly as funny as this is about to be.”

Joel let go of his grip on Ellie’s arms to dig his hands into her stomach, to which she responded with a flurry of giggles pouring out of her mouth.

“jOHOHEHEHEL”.

Ellie doubled over as Joel’s hands kneeded at her stomach and sides, there was little strength in her to push the oaf’s hands away and even if their was, Joel had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

“OkOKAHOKAAHAY NOHO ENOUGAHA YOUHU DIHIHICK”

There was constant routine of Sarah ending arguements or fights by leaping onto her father and tickling him until he gave in, it was one of the only things she could hold over his head. Joel obviously let her, he saw how happy it make her to see him loose his mind over her hands squeezing into his ribs. But in the Miller household, revenge is always in order, and just like Sarah giggling absurdly on the couch from Joel’s attacks, Ellie now found herself doing the same on the kitchen floor.

“ IHI CAHAHNAHT” She could barely get the words out in between the laughter as she was curling herself up into a ball on the floor. Joel’s hands were now squeezing at rapid speeds, all the way up to her armpits and all the way down to her hipbones. Ellie’s eyes where glued shut and snickers and snorts began escaping her as all her strength had run out.

“Nohot so funny now kid huh?” Joel’s grin was cheekier than ever, he loved to see Ellie this giggly, this was her childishness at 100%.

“IHIHI DIHE AHAHA JOEHEHAEL”

Ellie was almost wheezing at this point, Joel had began attacking her knees the same way she did him, where she felt each squeeze jolt throughout her-

Creakkkk-Slam

Tommy looked with wide eyes at the pair on the floor as shut the front door behind him. He had brought over beers for Boggle night at the Miller household when he saw the sight of a giggly Ellie still curled up in a ball as well as his brother, who had stopped his torture and was now giving his brother a stern look.

“You got somethin’ to say to me?” Joel asked his brother with a knowing look at Ellie and then back to him. He was also rubbing Ellies back at this point as she continued to sputter out a few stray giggles, but he had a slight inclination that Ellie didn’t just decide to attack him on her own terms.

Tommy gulped as he walked in slowly and placed the drinks on the table. He took a step back, never breaking eye contact with his brother.

“Uhh Nope”

In blur, Tommy bolted out of the kitchen and sprinted up the stairs. Joel red with anger immediately got to his feet and followed close after.

“GET BACK HERE ASSHOLE”

Ellie finally pulled herself up from the floor as she heard a thud, followed by muffled manly giggles from upstairs.

So much for a lazy Sunday.

[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 !!!!

[odetodilfs]

Oh my god pls more sub hopper you are my only source of good delicious content in this godforsaken world... i just need to dom the fuck out of that guy Please. oh my god and your writing is so good. If you ever post something where the reader soft-doms hopper, takes their time with him until he's a mess, i will literally explode and become a cloud of confetti

First of all, thank you for your compliments, it really means a lot, oh, and since you asked for more sub Hopper, here you got some sub Hopper! Pairings: Sub! Jim Hopper x soft!dom male reader

Ａｆｔｅｒ ｗｏｒｋ

Hopper came home, tired and sweaty, looking like he’d had a very tired day, he sat on the couch and said “hey sweetheart” as you came up to him and kissed him, “Bad day?” you asked

 “No, just tiring, that’s all” he said, you smiled at him and hugged him, you eyed the handcuffs on his belt, “I’m not going to fuck you, I’m too tired” he said, acting like he knew what you were really thinking about, “No” you said, “I want to put these handcuffs on you” you said as you straddled him, you felt his cock twitch in his pants, “you wouldn’t have to do anything, just sit and relax, hm?” you said, you knew you had convinced him, “Ok” he said, a little more enthusiastic than he meant…

“If it hurts let me know baby” you said, cuffing him up, You started taking off his pants veeeery slowly, sucking on the throbbing, growing bulge in his crotch, you finally got his pants off after 10 minutes of teasing, there was a visible spot of precum on his boxers, “Getting excited baby?” you asked, as if it wasn’t obvious, “F- fuck yeah” he managed to say, the horniness clouding his brain and he was basically humping the air, when you started sucking on his dick through his underwear he was aroused but frustrated all at the same time. You savored the scent of his hard day at work on his boxers, holy shit, you were dominating this very strong, masculine dominant man, he was whimpering, begging you to start sucking already. The underwear finally came off and his wet, throbbing cock was standing upright as his hips were twitching, you started stroking him as slow as possible and he just kept moaning, “Ah- fuck- faster!” he pleaded, knowing his demands wouldn’t be met and that you’d start pumping even slower.  You were there for a whole 20 minutes, stroking his cock, basking at the feeling of being between his legs on your knees but you were still in charge, Hopper had given up any hope of a faster pace and just let you give him this painfully slow but good blowjob, he just kept saying “ah- ah” as his belly rose and fell.

You finally licked the tip of his dick and he screamed in pleasure, any single lick was able to make him writhe, he was very sensitive and just to see hear him whimper and moan you suddenly started jerking him off really fucking fast while swirling your tongue on his tip, he started moaning loudly, “Ah! Fuck! Yes!” was all he could manage to say, the cuffs tingling at the motion his thrusts when he said “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum…” he said and you abruptly stopped, “Not yet baby, you’re gonna have to wait a little” you said, smiling, you grabbed lube and spread it on your fingers, and you dived your tongue into his ass “Oh my god… yes…” was all he could moan, marveling at the feeling of your tongue up his ass. You stopped and quickly managed to take off his shirt, he struggled as his hands were cuffed and immediately started sucking on his nipples and his large, bulging, soft pecs. They were very big to be a man’s, and that hair on his chest made everything so much better, you got back to his ass however and you pushed one finger inside him, “Aaaaah-” he moaned, “yes!” he said as you slid in another finger, you curled your finger at the soft ball of flesh that was his prostate and he shouted and cursed in pleasure. “Oh god…” he moaned as you fingered him slowly, almost caressing his prostate and he just started bucking himself against your fingers, “Hey baby, don’t worry, you’ll get more than enough, but be a good patient boy” you said while you kept that same motion inside him, he said “yes sir” as his dick leaked precum like no tomorrow. You continued to rub inside his ass as his moans signaled you were a good job “mmm yes-” he said as you fingered him, the lube and his juices creating sounds that were turning you both on. You went at this slow pace for very long until Hopper’s breathing sped up, hinting he was about to cum and you stopped and carefully pulled out, Hopper’s ass stretched from your fingers. You went and buried your face in his chest, lapping away and the sweat and taking his nipples into your mouth and sucking and biting on his pecs, he was thrusting into the air as he was now being denied his orgasm a second time and he was begging to cum by now, you ignored his pleads and just kept gobbling his pecs and nipples, making him feel more pleasure. The way they bounced slightly when you fingered him had got you feral and you just had to touch them.

Hopper meanwhile was feeling new things, never in his life had anyone dominated and handled him in such a way and he was fucking loving it. 

“Baby… gotta… cum-'' he said in sharp breaths, his arousal not letting him speak clearly, “Not yet baby, the time will come, just not yet…” you said as you heard him moan, this time it was desperate, he needed to cum, but he still had do wait a little longer, you started thrusting against his thigh, covering it in your precum, you humped his thigh as you moaned in pleasure and Hopper couldn’t do anything to ger himself off, he could just watch you ride his thigh as his cock strained against your stomach, causing at least a bit of pleasure. You went back on your knees and deepthroated him and took him right to the hilt, you almost gagged but Hopper’s quivering legs were not strong enough to grip your head so you could easily stop for a breath.

He started breathing faster and louder as his orgasm came closer and you stopped sucking him just at the right time, “AHHH-” he said, once again denied of your orgasm “please- please-” he whimpered, his cuffed hands wanting to fuck that mouth of yours and cum for once and for all, but again, they were cuffed and he had no choice than to let you use him. You climbed on top of him again and started thrusting against his thigh once again, your orgasm washed over you and you screamed as the pleasure coursed through you, as you drenched his abdomen.

You recovered from your high and went down between his legs and started sucking and stroking at full speed, “O- OH FUCK!” he screamed as his orgasm held back for 2 hours had finally spilled, he came gallons into your mouth and you marveled at his taste, goddamn, he was cumming a lot, he finally stopped and you looked up, he was a whimpering, panting, sweaty mess, his breathing still heavy, you started tonguing his slit again as he rose again and started moaning again, you licked just so the overstimulation didn’t become painful, but the way he was writhing was pushing you to overstimulate him until he came again.

“W-what are you doing-” he said, writhing, trying to stop the mix of pleasure and pain you were causing on his dick, “N-no s-stop!” he said, his words cut short  by another scream as he came on your face, you licked it off and he sat there panting, you licked the tip slightly and he convulsed, “Don’t worry baby, no more” you said, as you unfastened the cuffs off of his hands, his sweaty body against yours, the hair on his chest, fuck, it was so hot.

“Let’s go and shower alright?” you asked “Yes baby…” he said, struggling to walk after being sat for 3 hours straight and after 2 strong orgasms. You knew you were going to be punished very hard by him tomorrow…

Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoyed! Any more requests are welcome!

[vanmarkus]

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

[nuclearforest]

May I request our boy Pip on the list ask?

I love my boy Pip. He deserved better. Anyway, ty for dropping the ask, Rotten!! Time to think about things I haven't really bothered to in a while lol.

1: sexuality headcanon

Summed up by the phrase "I'm not gay, but 20 bucks is 20 bucks." And I don't mean that in the offensive sense. Pip is largely straight, but has definitely questioned himself and engaged in some intimate acts with men. Just to give it a shot while he was young and staring death in the face.

Maybe the best term is straight but homoflexible. Like he is attracted to women, but under the right set of circumstances he wouldn't turn a man down even if he wouldn't usually pursue it. And all things considered, for as rare as it is, Pip is pretty comfortable with it.

If anything, one of the things keeping him from being any more interested in men is all the time he spends with the rest of the Geese. Camp is a bit too rough and fighting with and losing men like your brothers creates quite a bit of emotional scar tissue.

2: otp

SerPip. They deserved so many good things and I start sobbing every time I have to watch Pip's death. At least they have each other for company forever, though. 'Til death do they part is no match for a determined little vampire, apparently!

3: brotp

Canon-wise I dunno if we really saw Pip's interactions with the rest of the Hellsing cast to really say he'd be bros with anybody (even between Iscariot and Mill!) But I think he'd probably be pretty cool bros with Integra. Similar ages and leaderly roles in their respective groups. It's easy to see them kicking back to have a cigar together and chat at least once. Teggy desperately needs more friends and socialization outside of work, too, and so in that respect Pip would be healthy for her.

But that said non-canon wise it's gotta be Pip and Barrett. Like, they're at the right age to wingman for each other and they have absolutely iconic chemistry as friends. We need to see more of them. Pretty pls. (I mean I could theoretically also write some but I am far more inclined to write uncle Pip to Barrett's kids because That is also rich with possibility...)

4: notp

Honestly I don't give a shit who ships what or how relationships between other characters are explored. And like, I think there are plenty of chances to explore Pip as a comrade and friend to many folks of the cast. But if we're talking about romantic shipping, I don't think I could ever see Pip with Alucard or Walter. And TBF I haven't seen it, but it also seems like a crack thing with relatively little canon support (until somebody kicks down my door and informs me otherwise).

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Dude is surprisingly good at holding a home together. Like he keeps the place clean enough, knows how to cook basic things, and probably bothers to at least half-ass making his bed every morning. There's something about the civility to be savored at home before going back out to work, you know? He lives like a dog the rest of the time so he may as well live like a man while it suits him.

6: favorite line from this character

Full disclosure I do not really bond closely with lines or specific phrases. So it's hard to remember and I had to go back and listen to a bunch of stuff lmao.

But pip's little monolog to to Seras before Zorin shows up where he's talking about London and how nice and normal people were just kinda gets me. It's not quite the same as a love letter to the mundane life, but he's one of the few folks in hellsing really showing off some humanity there. So I really like that one, as often as I forget about it lol.

7: one way in which I relate to this character

Honestly Pip seems like the kinda guy to roll with the punches and that's how I like to think I am too. Like, he's adaptable: learns the supernatural is real (ok), decides he wants a vampire gf (brave man), and still manages to stand for his core beliefs at the end of the day. I like to think I'm the same in that sense, where I can adapt until I have something worth standing up for.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

I dont think anything canon pip would do could ever give me second hand embarrassment. But also consider he can't really rub one out in privacy after being made into a familiar. And he's stuck in his uniform unless he needs to change. Seras can't just imagine him in other clothes, right????

Moreover why do any vampire ghouls keep their clothes???? Why are they not naked???? Is Alucard just one giant closet?????

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

CINNAMON ROLL (and I will fight for this)

[coulsons-fullmetal-cellist]

Smuggle and Struggle

Chapter 4 of Easter Head Hunt

INT-SMUGGLE & STRUGGLE DEPT.-DAY

BUCK is sitting cross legged on the floor of the Smuggle & Struggle Department, which has its sign above him. This room is filled with various rabbits receiving and sending messages on old fashioned machines. Other rabbits are putting pins on a map of the world. It is very much like a war room.

The rabbit who brought BUCK his hangover drink brings him a steaming mug of hot chocolate which he gladly receives. BUCK takes a sip and almost moans at the delicious taste. He turns to give a nod of thanks to the rabbit and he realises a plate with a hot cross bun is now next to him. He picks this up.

BUCK: Freshly baked? Oh, Mopsy, you are too good to me.

BUCK takes a bite and his whole demeanour relaxes. He gives a nod of thanks to MOPSY who just nods and hops off. BUCK’S little moment of joy is interrupted by FLOPSY giving a squeak to gain his attention.

BUCK: Alright, what new intel have you got for me?

A rabbit hops up onto a dais. It signals to another rabbit who turns off the lights. Then another rabbit turns on a projector. An image appears on the screen, but it is upside down. The rabbit on the dais gives a squeak of annoyance to the projector rabbit who squeaks an apology. The projector goes blank for a few seconds and the image returns right way up. BUCK rolls his eyes like this is a normal occurrence. The rabbit on the dais gives a few informative squeaks.

BUCK: A sugar shipment? What’s sus about that?

The rabbit on the dais squeaks and the projector slides to the next image. This one shows a photo of a dockyard where several heavily armed people acting as security are standing around.

BUCK: You’re right, it is a lot of security for a regular sugar shipment.

The rabbit on the dais gives a few more squeaks when the next picture slides into view.

BUCK: Just reconnaissance? Easy enough.

The rabbit on the dais gives a few more squeaks. BUCK looks a little confused and shocked at this news.

BUCK: And a sample? How am I supposed to get that close without drawing attention?

The rabbit on the dais squeaks as the next slide shows a diagram with arrows indicating a security round.

BUCK: Can I get a lookout for this one?

The rabbit at the projector raises its paw to volunteer but the rabbit on the dais squeaks a negative squeak. The rabbit at the projector looks sad that its not allowed out on this mission. BUCK looks at the dejected rabbit.

BUCK: Maybe next time

EXT-DOCKYARD-NIGHT

Night shows a quiet dockyard where people are unloading crates of what appears to be sugar. Security is pacing back and forth keeping guard over the newly arrived cargo. The head of BUCK appears from one of the crates. He slowly makes his way to an undercover area where the crates are being left waiting to be loaded somewhere else. A voice over is heard while this happens.

BUCK: (V.O.) Sugar cane is the third most valuable crop in the world. People used to just chew on them until they realised they could extract its saccharine secrets. It’s had an interesting journey: New Guinea, China, Polynesia, India, Persia. Crusaders brought it back from the Holy Land to fill the mouths and rot the teeth of the rich. Colonialists spread it to South America and the Caribbean and by the 1700s, it became 20% of all European imports. But all this required a lot of people, and they were stolen, not bought. That’s right, the slave trade. The price of sugar came at the cost of human lives treated as property. Thankfully abolition happened but the industrial epidemic had already spread. Sugar is now responsible for about 20% of the average caloric content.

BUCK moves between the stacks of crates. He hears footsteps moving towards him, so he moves to hide. He stays until the footsteps fade away. He moves towards the back where he’s sure no one will approach. He runs his hand along the plastic covering; the labelling of paper bags can be seen through it. BUCK pulls out a knife and stabs at the plastic. He makes a big enough hole to reach the contents. He takes a plastic bag out of one pocket and manages to fill it with the sugar looking substance. He puts this bag back into the pocket and gets some tape out of another pocket. He covers up the hole he made, hiding the evidence.

BUCK makes his way out of the undercover area, mission complete. Suddenly he hears the click of a gun.

VOICE: (off camera) Stay where you are!

BUCK sighs and raises his hands. The SECURITY GUARD appears and moves behind BUCK, keeping his gun on BUCK.

GUARD: Are you with those green peace people?

BUCK: Does it look like I do?

Before the GUARD can answer, BUCK whips his head back, hitting the GUARD in the face. BUCK jumps out of view. The GUARD is momentarily shocked and gets on his radio to alert the other guards that there is an intruder.

EXT-EDGE OF DOCKYARD-NIGHT

BUCK is hoping to get away from the dockyard to the open field close by. He is running and almost gets out of the light from the dockyard when he is surrounded by guards. BUCK gives an annoyed sigh.

GUARD: Stay where you are!

BUCK: Sorry, I’m not good at standing still. I tend to get a bit jumpy.

The GUARDS start shooting at his feet, but he easily hops around and avoids every shot. He makes his way towards some recently unloaded crates. A few gunshots hit the plastic, making white powder spray out. BUCK accidentally inhales some of this, making him cough.

BUCK: What the fuck? That’s not sugar.

BUCK jumps up on top of one of the crates. He’s still avoiding gunfire but he’s far enough away. He reaches into a pocket and pulls out a small golden egg. He gives it a little kiss.

BUCK: Hope this work here.

He puts it down in from of him. Voices can be heard. BUCK turns to see the GUARDS climbing up the stack of crates, trying to reach him. He turns his attention back to the small golden egg. He gives it a spin. It starts to spin a lot faster than it would have and the ground seems to sink in on itself. A black hole opens up which BUCK then jumps into.

The GUARDS finally reach the top of the stacks to where the assailant is but find that it’s empty, the plastic slightly ripped and blowing in the wind.

[hyunverse]

no no no you should never feel bad about your writing it is literally so good. one of my fave things about it is the accuracy like you write them all so well that it just hits even harder. so pls do bandaid my heart back bc it is shattered 🙏🏼🙏🏼 you somehow know how to make your angst like … cute too ?? that’s not the right word but YKWIM it’s just everything written is fitting for the situation yk ? i think a better word is satisfying idk 😭

i’m gonna respond to your other post bc it’s easier but i totally agree i do not know who i want or want to be more. femininely masculine is the superior male idc idc idc 🙏🏼 and hyunjin and felix achieve that so well. YES he’s so aphrodites son it’s literally true !!!!! i’m so happy to see them getting the recognition they deserve, it tugs the heart strings </3

ahhh yes that makes sense. in the us it kinda varies ?? like newbury comics will charge 75 bucks for an album but then target will charge like 20 for the same one ??? i understand the bank acc issue mine is like that bc i have no self control when it comes to food <//3 i gawk over a 10 dollar shirt but will gladly spend 25+ on one meal 😁✌🏼 it is bad

OOOO YAYY that’s awesome babes !!! i’m happy for you ^_^ my week was finally going well until thursday </////3 but it is a okay bc it is finally april anddd that means possible skz comeback teasers ?? 😏😏

- 🐈‍⬛ i missed u this week !!! i was happy to read smth of yours today hehe. kisses 💗

hi loml!! today i woke up at around 12, did my laundry while listening to my maneater playlist heheh. hand scrubbing your laundry is sort of nice when you play music. cooked some kimchi ramen too ^__^ what have you been up to

cute angst T__T PLEASE i laughed. thank you for your kind words angel, it means a lot to me that you enjoy my works. i love writing angst, so the fact that you find my angst fics satisfying just... makes my whole month <3 cmere imma give u kith!!

u saying that he's fitting as aphrodite's son is gonna send me into a greek mythology brainrot all over again T__T bcs i will!!! i will not hesitate to assign each one of the members greek mythology tales. i will!! just watch me!!

OHH i get it!!! online shops usually sell albums for around 80 bucks, but bookstores will sell 'em for about 110. tbh i spend sm money on food too </3 just blew off 30 bucks on pizzas yesterday. whatever i crave, i buy. craving for sushi rn oml...

noo what happened on thursday T__T it's always thursdays smh... it's that day when it's like near the weekend but the day is so slow and everything always goes wrong on thursdays. anyway! i'm here if u wanna talk abt it baby!

GODDD ANOTHER POSSIBLE SKZ COMEBACK!!!!! teasers pls i need it... i swear the sound was released just yesterday. wondering just how many bops channie got in the vault 😵‍💫🫣

happy april, my babe! have u watched the recent rachalog? hyune feels soooo boyfriend in it, i can't im ill!!

some minho pics 4u <3 xoxo bae!